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1 here has been a lull in society for sev
eral days past. The calm before the gay
whirl of tne holiday week.
All are intent upon the more serious ser
vice of this time of rejoicing.
The King's Daughters, “In His Name,’
are indefatigable workersand solicitioos in
their particular field, and by their minis
trationemanj a careless, thoughtless soul
today has a feeling of satisfaction at hav
ing been allowed, even by suggestion, to
obey the divine injunction, “The poor ye
have with you always, me ye have not.”
The Appleton homo in Macon has called
forth here the best energies of the ladies of
Bt. Mark’s, at the liberal donations sent to
Mrs. Dexter lor packing evidence.
Those who hold the saored interest of
the mission located in the Seamen's bethel
have by loving self-denying service
secured a delightful entertainment for the
members of the Sunday school. Many out
siders, without solicitation only knowing
o( the great needs, have sent in of their
abundai.ee, and by this simple service
added to their own fund blessedness whioli
s greater, “ than to receive. ’
Amid the bustle of Ainas preparations
the dum‘ animals, etc., were not forgot
ten. Tuesday evening the Humane so
ciety met in the Oglethorpe parlors and a
very interesting session was the result al
though very few members were present.
One member en route home exclaimed,
“how one really interested person can
leaven the whole lump I” Why is so little
interest mown in this good cau e? is it
because of ignorance of the sure (if slow)
good hi, society is doing in our careless
community ; then come out and be en
lightened, ft will expand and elevate your
soul to join in tlie good worlr with your
wit and their substance.
Mrs. Candler entertained the Neighbor
hood club on Monday evening.
Miss Nellie Wells is at home for the holi
days from Union-Female college, Eufauta
Ala. Thia school is under the espionage
of Mrs. t’. J. Sin mons, and to it she lends
her supc. ti talent and her delightful per
sonality, which those who were so fortun
ate as to meet her during a visit to Bruns
wick remember with pleasure.
Mr Arthur Dexter, who lias been in Chi.
cago the past two years, is making a holi
day visit to liis home to tlie delight of
family and friends.
Eugene Whitfield, ltoy Mason, Ueorge
Burbage, Nat Nightingale, Allen Johan
nesen, Archie Kay and Goldsmith Leh
man, arc among the students at home for
Xmas.
Miss untie Brown, daughter of Rev.
Paul Brown, formerly pastor of the I’res
by terian church in this place, will spend
several days with Miss Bingham on Monk
street.
Mrs. R. J. Blits, mother of Mr. Clyde
Taylor, is the guest of her sister, Mrs. W.
H. Berrie.
The Presbyterian Sunday school will
have its Christmas entertainment in the
church next Tuesday evening.
The First Methodist, by an attractive
and utiniue performance appropriate to
the season on Friday 3lst Inst.
The Baptist by a supper in the Sunday
school room on Tuesday evening.
St. Mark's and St. Jude's will as usual
celebrate Holy Innocent’s day.
Miss Marie DeVoe will delight her little
friends w ith a domino party Mouday even
ing- |
Mrs. Moses Hirsch, of Atlanta, is spend
ing the holiday with her parents. The
many friends Bhe made as Miss Hoy Hoff
man are pleased to welcome her.
Mr. and Mrs. V. D. M. Strachan are
spending the yuletime with their Savan
nah friends.
Tne friends of Miss Dorothy Berrieaie
glad to welcome her after an absence of
sex eral muntl s.
Misi Roberta Cook will spend the holi
days with her cousin. Miss Jeanette Col
eon.
The many friends of Miss Kmma Tucker ,
will be pleased to hear that she was much i
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refreshen i.y her visit to Boston.
Miss Kssie Whitfield is in At’anta the
guest of her sister, Mrs. Youlo.
The ladies of the Mite society of the
First Methodist church in charge of the
attractive lurioheon served on 'ihtirsday,
have cause for congratulation in the suc
cess attending their efforts.
Mrs. Allen Leybourn, of High Springs,
Fla , is with her sisters the Misses Gale for
Xmas.
The Acacia club will meet with Mrs, Joe
Bennel on Thursday.
Miss Mamie i’ennick is here from At
lanta to spend the holidays with the Misses
Blanton,
Mrs. M. Jackson is in Macon with her
daughter, Mrs. Polk Stewart.
Mies Let r ord is with her mother for tlis
Xmas.
The Cotillion club gives the initial ger
man on Thursday evening. The number
of attractive visiting young ladies will add
to the interest.
Miss Ethel Conoley is greeting her
friends after an illnesa of severat days.
M rs. Ed win Fleming, of Jacksonville
(nee Miss Madeline Butts), of this place
it with her home folks for a few days,
when It will seem quite natural for her to
welcome her many friends.
The Misses Symons will entertain with
one of their delightful germane Monday
evening.
Miss Josephine du Bignon is at home
for the holidays, after a delightful visit to
Savannah, where she was feted and
admired, and had much battering men
tion made of her presence.
Mrs. E. A . Nelson and bright little girls
arc spending the holiday time with Mrs
Hiram Reed,
Miss Flettrine Madden entertained with
whist Saturday evening.
Miss Sammie Myddieton has gone to
Savannah to visit tier aunt, Mrs. Wylly,
Mr, N. Emanuel is enjoying the pleasure
of having his sister, Mrs. Mary Emanuel
with him for a time at Mrs. A. F. Franklin.
And now the yuletide is fust coming in;
may its flood bring to each of us joy and
thankfulness, and to all men peace and
good will. 8. H. B.
HI !$ 81!! 8011!
l am really sorry for the confusion of the
dear young fellows who can lind out who
furnishes the brains for this department
of The Times. I hear that a meeting has
been held by the ohappies. and that learned
discussion was had over ways and means
for discovering my identity, and that it
was finally decided to institute a rigid
search through the archives of the Cotil
lion club.
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The Times lias a good record for finding
things out through its advertising col
umns. Wliy can’t ttie dear, perturbed
young fellows insert a want "ad, I 'to read
something like this: “Wanted, informa
tion leading to the identification of a cer
tain individual who writes pieces for the
papers, and signs his or her name Old
Beau. Liberal reward will be paid for
such information by the Chappie Club, or
by Morton Marye."
I learn that there has been quite a tl utter
in the heart* of his many friends, incident
to the announcement, made unofficially a
few days ago, that Bayard Butts had writ
i ten a poetn. It was inspired, so tlie rumor
goes, by the musical click-click of hi*
typewriting maohiue. If Bayard pub
lishes his "poem," it is currently reported
that F. D. M. X. Y.Strachan will throw
him out bodily.
A german will be the oeial feature of
I the holiday week. It is lioied the boya
will not find their arrangement insuffi
cient this time, and thus save the tele
phone operator an attack of nervous pros
tration, resulting from so many messages
to the invited ones that they need not
come.—Old Beau.
THE TIMES: BRUNSWICK, GA„ SATURDAY MORNING. DECEMBER 25. 1897.
NARCISSUS.
Thera was great desolation throughout
the kingdom because the daughter of the
king was dying of hunger. What? Of
hunger? A princess! Were there no more
cattlo in the fields, game in the forests,
vegetables in the garden or fruit in the
V) re herds? Were there no more cooks in
fhe kitchen? What catastrophe had hap
pened? How bad it come to pass that such
u noble and rich person did not have that
which was rarely wanting to the peasant
in his cottage, to the beggar in his hut—a
hit of bread? Well, if there was not as
much bread as she wished she could have
the sweetest cake in the world. It needed
only a sign and there would lie placed up
on the table before ber the most savory
meat, the most delicate venison, peas,
strawberries like drops of dew, peaches of
violet vel vet and oranges of gold.
Hut this little princess could not eat
food that sustained other men and women.
The fairies that leaned over her cradle at
birth had decided that she should only bo
nourished by newly opened flowers or the
butterflies poised thereon. Now, for two
weeks a hurricane had raged in the king
dom, had ravaged the gardens, broken and
destroyed the bushes, so it was actually
impossible to find a petal of eglantine or
a chalice of cactus.
Ho the princess was in the most pitiable
state imaginable. Fhe was paler than the
palest flowers, one alone of which would
have boon enough to save her. She would
certainly dio if her fast wore prolonged for
a few hours, and as she had rather a diffi
cult disposition, even when she had
enough to eat, you can imagine the rage
into which she flew when the ladies of
honor entered the royal chamber without
bringing her the least littlu floweret from
the fields or the forest.
I said—and I had reason to say—that
the whole kingdom was in despair on ac
count of the approaching death of the
princess. You would not have recognized
the king, ho lmd grown so gray in a few
duys, and tho ministers, the chamberlains,
the major domes were pitiful to soe be
cause It would have been truly unbecom
ing for the major domes and the cham
berlains and the ministers to be in a good
humor when the head of tho government)
was so sad.
But thuulncerest, the greatest, desolation
was in the heart of a little page, kora
long time ho had hopelessly adored tho
princess. The thought that sho must die
plunged him Into such despair that tho
tigers in the forest and tho rooks in tho
mountains would liavo sympathized with
his misery if the tigers and the rocks had
been there to see it. It was not that ho
had any clemency from the princess to bo
grateful for. Quito the contrary. No
words could givo any idea of the cruelty
sho had shown this little page who was in
her service. When be sighed, she smiled;
when ho approached her in the evening to
be of assistance to her she did not turn
away, as would have been charitable, but
she looked him in tho eyes and said to
him:
“Well, well! Come, it is time to go to
sleep. Draw off my stockings, I pray
you.”
Then she went away mocking at him
with her ladies, who were cruel also. But
they were excusable, not being beloved by
the poor boy.
Such barbarity did not hinder him from
being the ti ndorest lover in the world. If
you had said to him the princess was not
as sweet as tho lambs in tho meadows, ho
would have been furious and you would
have had an affair with him.
M lien lie learned that the king’s daugh
ter Was perishing because of the huri icajtt
which had carried off all the flowers Vltli
their butterflies, lie did not hesitate a mo
ment. He began to run through the king
dom seeking roses, lilies, daisies, no mat
ter what, for the repast of her ho loved.
But he did not find them. Ho continued
to seek. When someone said to tho prill
cess, “Does your highness know that the
little page has gone out hoping to gather
you a breakfast?” she smiled disdainfully.
It seemed she \\ mild.breakfast with regret
en tlie flowers tho poor boy brought her,
and she said:
“Ah, how hungry I am!”
Nevertheless lie scoured tho whole coun
try in search of blossoms. Ho descended
Into tlie valleys, lie climbed tho steepest
hills, hoping that perhaps ho would lind
between two rocks near tlie glaciers tho
little blue, mysterious 1 lowers of the Alps
which would have kept from death the one
he loved so much. But no; even on the I
highest mountains, even in the deepest
valleys, was not one flower, so fierce and de-
Bt-uctivo lmd been the tempest. He re
turned from < ach attempt, in tlie miguisli
of failure.
“I foresaw it,” said tlie princess. "It
is really ridiculous to confide to such chil
dren tlie care of royal persons.”
When tlie little page learned that she
had uttered these cruel words, he felt his
heart clutched and torn as if a vulture had
east itself i\iih opened claws upon this lit
tle red bird Since she had the double
misfortune of being ill and not being
grateful for tho care of those who wished
to cure her, lie resolved to live no longer,
as she was dying. He ran to a neighbor
ing stream, very, clear and very deep, de
termined to cast himself into it. He soon
came to the border of tlie stream. After
looking carefully to see if not a single lo
tus remained, for a lotus would have been
enough for a luncheon for the princess, lie
leaned over, wishing to fall. Then he hesi
tated. for it is sail to dio when one is so
young and thcro are so many beautiful
things in the world.
A thought came to him.
lie had read in an old book that a young
man admiring himself in the waves had
b. come a flower. Why should not such n
fate be permitted to him? Asa flower he
would be eaten by the princess, and the
princess would lie saved.
l it* leaned over the brook and gnzed long
ut lits image. He looked and looked, and
at last ho fell in.
Ho bad hardly fallen into the water
Wlu'n one of tlie princess' maidens, who
was wandering about and watching,
picked a narcissus upon the bank, a nar
cissus made of tlie page—a pale narcissus
just bursting into bloom.
The narcissus sustained the princess
until a marguerite—the storm having
ceased—had bloomed again in the field,
and the tulips in the flower beds and tho
hawthorns on the hedges. Still site was
hardly satisfied and said, biting into the
petals with her w hite teeth, the petals of
that flower which they had related to her
was the page himself, dead tor her sake,
then resurrected in a chalice;
“ Yes, yes. It is necessary to eat, hut
truly that flower did not taste very good.”
—From the French For Chicago Tribune.
Concerning Experience.
“Experience,” said Fnele F.ben, “is cr
good teacher, but education is ii'ble ter
be wasted on cr mau dot don' pend on
nuffiii else. ” —Washington Star. ,
BONNIE BESSIE.
“Bonnio Bessie” evory one called her.
and rightly enough; for of all the high
land lassies who gathered at the little kirk
Sabbath mornings not Oti%was half so
pretty and winning as Jiussie.
Squire Renfrew of the Red pass was
jesperately in love with Bessie and sought
to make her his wife in spite of difference
In rank. The herds at the Red pass wore
the finest and largest in the neighborhood.
The barn and storehouses were always well
filled. He was a bachelor, something over
twoscore years old, and he wanted Bon
nie Bessie for his wife.
“If the lassie thinks she ean fancy me,”
he said, addressing Bessie’s grandmother,
as he stood under the low, brown rafti rs
of the little Black Lynn cottage, a hot
flush mounting to the shining crown of
his bald head —“if the lassie thinks she
ean fancy me, tho bargain’s made. I'm
ready and willing to lead her to the kirk
tomorrow, and if a good, true husband
and some gold and siller will make her
happy, she’ll be as happy as a queen at the
Red pass. ”
Bessie listened with wide, startled eyes,
burning cheeks and quivering lips. She
held her peace, standing tall and slim in
a sort of stunned silence, until her gray
haired lover had taken his leave. Then
she burst forth into vehement, passionate
protest.
Tho old grandmother suffered her to
storm until her passion was spent.
“Well, ’tis o’er now, and ye'll simmer
down and keeji quiet, mebbo. I’ve lot yo
have yer say, and now I’ll have mine.
We’re poor folk, me and ye. I found it
hard to get bread when I had but my own
mouth to feed, and since I’ve been bur
dened wi’ ye I’ve gone to bed mony a
night fit to cry wi hunger. But I’ve
borne it all and done my best, and always
been willing to gi’ ye a share o’ my last
crust. ”
“But, dearest grandma”—
“Now, lookee here, my lass,” interrupt
ed the old woman, lifting her bony linger
and glowering fiercely upon Bessie, “if
ye’re fulc enou’ to refuse this good fortin,
that ends it ’twixt us two. Ye pack out
o’ my house and ne’er cross the threshold
again.”
l’ho springtime came and the wedding
day was close at hand when one evening,
just before the gloaming, Bessie went to
fill her pitcher as usual at the rocky spring
near by. She had accomplished her task
and lifted the pitcher to her shoulder and
had started for tlie cottage, her white,
shapely feet twinkling prettily below the
short petticoat as she stepped from stone
to stone in crossing the little brawling
stream, when suddenly she uttesed a stifled
cry, and, staggering to a moss grown bowl
der, sat down and put the pitcher hastily
on the ground, pressing her hand on her
heart and trembling all over.
“It’s his ghaist; it’s his ghaist,” she
cried, “and, oh, how sair he looked at me!
He has come from his grave. I daro na,
daro na do it. Oh, forgive me, Jamie,
that I ever thought o’ it.”
She drew a silken cord which encircled
her throat from her bosom as she spoke
and kissed the slender hoop of silver which
depended from it. “I’ll never ha’ peace if
I marry the squire,” she said, “and I
ought na to ha’ it. 1 shall feel I am a
traitor. And, oh, Jamie, Jamie, after all,
1 love no one but you, and never can.”
Suddenly she rose, with resolution
stamped on every feature. Leaving her
pitcher there, she tossed back her abundant
looks as she finished this abjuration and
went speeding away through the falling
darkness with the light foot .of a chamois.
When sho reached tlie Red pass, tlie
bright glow of the warm inglcsidu lit the
windows, pin l approached the nearest one
ami pressed her sail, tired, yet resolute
face against the glass.
A minute, and she tapped lightly
against tho glass. The squire turned
quickly, stared, and then started to his
feet.
“Well now, well now, what’s tho moan
ing of this?” he cried, rushing across the
room and throwing up the window.
“Bessie, my lassie, what's happened?”
“.Something that never should ha’ hap
pened,” she answered, looking at him
with it sort of desperate defiance and
drawing the gold ring from h r linger as
sho spoke. “I’ve come to give this back
to you, Squire Renfrew. I w'as wrong
ever to let you put it on.”
“Why, child, what do you mean?”
“Take your ring,” she said. “You’ve
heard of Auld Robin Grey, maybe, haven’t
you?”
"Yes, I have. But what then?”
“Well. 1 hail a Jamie once,” she went
on, clutching at the little silver ring sus
pended from her neck, a great throb of
pain shaking her. “lie gave me this, and
1 can’t ever wear any other ring. He he
went otl to seek his fortune,” with an
other repressed soli, “and lie was lost at
sea. 1 tried to forget him, hut I cannot.
I can’t keep my promise to you, Squire
Renfrew—l—l couldn't feel like sho did
to‘Auld Robin Grey’—l should hate you
1 should And here sho broke down
completely.
He took tho ring she offered and paused
for a moment. A look of unutterable pain
and regret came into his eyes.
“Po, he said slowly, “you have come
to tell me this, and to ask for your free
dom? Ami you really think, too, you liuve
seen Jamie’s gliaist?”
“Yes. And I shall never return to
grandmother again. I dare not, So lam
going away.”
“Bessie, my darling,” cried a voice, as
his strong arm clasped her. The next
moment she was on the breast of her
lover, who had come l ack alive and safe.
A few days alter there was a happy
marriage at the kirk, Squire Renfrew
himself giving away the bride, our Bon
nie Bessie.—New York News.
Nicety of Etiquette.
A true gentleman usually feels that it
is as essential to he courteous to the least
as to the greatest, but etiquette does not
always recognize this. The famous Tal
leyrand is reported to have used a gradua
tion of politeness in asking his guests to
take beef at a dinner party that be gave.
The grade ran thus:
To a prince of tlie blood: “Xlay I have
the honor of sending your royal highness
a little beef?”
To a duke: “Monseigneur, permit me
to send you a little beef.”
To a marquis: "Marquis, may I send
you a little beef?”
To a viscount: “Viscount, pray have a
little beef.”
To a baron : “Baron, do you take beef?”
lo an untitled gentleman: “Monsieur,
some beef?”
To his private secretary: “Beef?”
Rut there was yet an inferior personage
present, and to him Talleyrand uttered no
word. He simply looked at him und made
an interrogative gesture with file carving
knife. But if the meat were good some
of us would not trouble much how we
were invited to it.—i’caieon’s Weekly.
Christmas...
And the thoughts of Christmas lias,
and always will be, a perplexing
thought to gift buyers; but if you
would buy to please —something to
out-live the recollections of the day
and year —your selection would natur
ally run in our line. Tt would be an
AN EASY CHAIH,
Or an odd piece to embellish a vacant
corner. AYe have in stock the finest
line of furniture to be found anywhere.
We have been very fortunate in the
selection of
UPHOLSTERED ROCKERS
and Chairs, in choice varieties of
styles and material, and are offered to
you at greatly reduced prices. If you
are a judge of values, they are priced
for us to sell and you to buy.
C. McGARVEY,
316 Newcastle Street, - Brunswick, Ga
Every Morning
Except Monday ... *
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