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ANNOUNCEMENT.
Tub TTmbb goes to its readers today
with its regular Saturday issue con
taining six pages, instead of four,as
has beer> customary. There will be
no Sunday issua of Tub Timks this
week, but the force will take a well
earned holiday.
THE Times’ CHRISTMAS
Tub '1 imks today will take its onlj
he idayihis year, and, consequently,
will not be issued on Sunday morning’.
Tub Tisiks has done a hard year’s
work, ju the etTort to give Brunswick
a paper worthy of it* advantages and
progress. It trusts that during the
n >xt yetr, Tux Timks wi 1 have in ire
cause f( gratification,and that Bruns
wick, v\ :eh is ever tbe chief interest
of Tm. Limbs, will have progressed
much ft therein tier course of material
greatne-i
A THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
There are uew stockings hanging in
the chlimey rooks this morning, but
tberearo vacant places around the
family board; thus does the coming of
Christmas bring to each of us the
sense o. gain and loss, of birth aud
death, of all the blessings and the
sorrows that crown or curse the
course of one year’s living.
The la-jt days of year should bo
the days of serious thought, and re
trospection should divids with fore
cast tbe opportunities of the gliding
hours. It is a false conception of the
season t o make it the time of hilarity
and universal joy. It is a solemn,
sacred period—a time for tears rather
than laughter—the bridge from year
to year, upon we should halt, in rev
erence, to look back upon the things
that art done and ahead upon the
things ti at are still to be done.
Hut tto modern idea of Christmas
is far re aoved from these old-time
ideals, a-d nearly everyone now looks
upon the uoliday as a day oi feasting 1
and rejoicing', when all the people of
the world should join in rivalry, to
llud who among them can utter the
loudest hurrahs ami indu'ge iu the
wildest merriment.
THE EXECUTION OF COLONEL RUIZ.
Contrary to the hasty and superficial
view which gome newspapers seem in
clined to take of the recent killing of
Colonel Ruiz by Cuban insurgents,
says the Atlanta Constitution, the
affair is not calculated to bring re
proach upon the Cuban cause, but
rather to emphasize the uncompro
inising and persistent character of
the struggle.
YVhun General Bianco landed upon
the island during the latter part of
November, the offer of alleged home
rule was proclaimed to the insurgents
in trumpet tones of publicity, which
reverberated from one end of the
island to the other; but, on accountof
frequent deceptions practiced upon
them in the guise of home rule, the
insurgent! refused to consider the
offer . They recognized it as a shrewd
but desperate game wtich the home
government had resorted to in its
extremity fur the purpose of binding
its yoke more secureiy upon the isl
and; and, realizing that its accept
ance meant enslavement, they
spurned it with patriotic indig
nation. As commander of the in
surgent forces, General Gomez issued
orders declaring the pronounced op
position of the insurgents to the pro
posed offer of home rule and putting
the Spaniards on notice that if emis
sarier should cross their lines with of
ferings based upon anything short of
Cuban independence, they would be
treated as common spies, In view of
the oft-repeated receptions practiced
upon the Cubans by the Spanish gov
ernment, can any onecontend that the
orders isi-usd by General Gomez was
unuecessHrily harsh?
SUNDAY THOUGHTS.
[liisliop Phillip* Brooke.J
Now, now cornee Christinas dayonqe
more; once more, borne abroad on the
words of simple-minded Shephards,
runs the story. God and man have
met, iu visible actual union, in a life
which is both human and divine.
Lift up yourselves to the great
meaning of the day and dare to think
of your humanity, as something so
sublimely precious, that it is worthy
of being made au offering to God.
Count it ns a privilege to make that
offering as complete as possible,
keeping nothing back, and then go
out to the pleasures and duties of your
life, having been truly born anew
into llis divinity, as lie was born into
our humanity, on Christmas day.
Let us feel thrilling through this
humanity, which we so often scorn,
the glorifying tire of the incarnation .
Let us give up our lives to Him, and
beg that he will rule over them. But,
more than all, let us give our souls,
hungry and sinful, a Christmas leave
to go to linn who is their Saviour,
whom they will know for their
Saviour if we let them go to Him. It
is the day of joy and charity. May
God make you very rich in both by
giving you abundantly the glory of
the incarnation, the peace of Christ’s
kingship, and the grace of Christ’s
salvation.
The heart must ring thy Christmas bells,
Thy inward altars raise:
Its faith und hope thy canticles,
And its obedience praise.
—W hittier.
The many compliments, both from
life press and the people, which are
published today for last. Sunday’s
Christmas edition of Tux Times, r.re
\
highly gratifyitig to the managers of
this paper. It shall be the constant
hope and tffort of The Times to
deserve more of these kind expressions.
The Times presents Christmas greet
ings today from Hon. Iloke Smith,
ex-secretHry of the interior, which,
although too late, from unavoidable
reasons, for the Christmas edition, are
nevertheless heartily appreciated.
Georok J. Moss has just engineered
a special edition of the Columbia(S,C.)
State, it bears the excellent imprint
of Moss’ ability, and i a very credit
able production.
Don’t forget the poor iu your holiday
dispensation. An inexpensive gift to
one in need is better than the costliest
jewel to oue underserviug.
THE TIMES: BRUNSWICK, GA., SATUROAY MORNING, DECEMBER 25. 1897.
People and Papers Toss
Bouquets to the Times.
Blaoftshear Times : The Christmas
number of The Brunswick Times was
a success iu the way of artistic jour
nalism.
Tr trip a Tribune: The Christmas
edition of The Brunswick Daily Times
was a superb illustration of up-to-date
journalism.
Liberty County Herald: The Bruns
wick 'limes’ colored cover, of Sunday,
was a gem. It is seldom we give a
newspaper a compliment—when we do
it is deserved.
Savannah Press: The Christm*.
edition of The Brunswick Times was
a very complete and interesting paper.
Th# Times is doing well.
Albany Herald: The Christmas edi
tion of The Brunswick Times is a
credit to the management of that
paper and to the city of Brunswick.
Waycross Herald: The Christmas
edition of The Brunswick Times is
before us. It is certainly a prize
winner, and deserves greatest com
mendation.
Tifton Gazette: The Brunswick
Times presents a very handsome
Christmas edition, with cover litho
graphed in colors, an instance of South
Georgia newspaper enterprise.
Tattnai Journal: The Christmas
edition of the Brunswick Times, issued
last Sunday, was a splendid advertise
mentforthat city. Tne Times is a
credit to Brunswick.
Hawkinsville Dispatch and News:
The Christinas edition of the Bruns
wick Times, issued last Sunday, was a
very attractive paper and evidences
great enterprise on the part of the
publishers.
Savannah News : The Christmas edi
tion of the Brunswick Times, pub
lished last Sunday, is one of the hand
somest issues of the kind ever produced
in the state. The illuminated cover is
a work of art, while the letterpress
contained a wealth of matter breath
ing the spirit of the season, and con
veying good will and good cheer to ail
readers. The Time* is to be congrat
ulated upon its enterprise, and upon
tbe conspicuous success of it.
Atlanta Constitution: The Christ
mas edition of The Brunswick Times
is a marvel of journalistic success,
showing up the advantages of that
section in a splendid manner and de
monstrating that the newspaper talent
of Brunswick is second to none in tbe
country . The issue in question is ex
cellent in literary merit, first class in
workmanship, and in eyery way a
credit to it3 publishers.
'Telfair Enterprise’ The Brunswick
Times’ Christmas edition, published
last Sunday, was quite a journalistic
stroke for the enterprising and progi es
sive ciiy by the sea, and reflects great
credit on 'The Times, its promoters,
and the city if Brunswick. It takes
vim, push and money to get out such
a.newspaper as last Sunday s edition,
and the Enterprise takes great pleas
ure in congratulating the publishers
ou so handsome a paper, and wish for
them a continued success in the future,
which has so marked their past labors.
Macon News: The Christmas edi
tion of The Brunswick Times is oue
of the handsomest ever issued in
Georgia. It is a credit alike to Bruns
i wick aud the state.
Augusta Herald: Tbe Christmas
issue of Tbe Brunswick Times was on*
of the most artistic and complete ever
issued in Georgia. Editor Lsmbright
deserves great credit for his success
ful undertaking.
Amerieus Herald: With twelve
pages and a handsome illuminated
cover, the Christmas number of The
Brunswick Times is out. It is a hand
some edition iu every particular aud
the management deserves all credit
and praise.
Rome Tribune: The Brunswick
Times’ Christmas edition, with its
artistic cover, was one of tbe prettiest
ever Issued from that busy and pro
gressive city by ttie sea. Such a paper
as Tbe Times does more to advertise a
city than anv other agency.
Clocks! Clock.! Cloaks I at lvennon
Mott’s, tbe jeweler.
Albert Fendig: The Christmas edi
tion was a perfect paper, without a
single blemish. 1 congratulate you on
it, and congratulate the city of Bruns
wick on having such a newspaper.
Charles S. Wylly : Let me congratu
late you on tho excellence o£ your
Christmas edition. It was a beauti
fully artistic and thoroughly interest
ing paper.
L. C. Bodet : The edition was, to use
the vernacular, a ‘'peach.” It was as
nice a paper as I ever saw, to be issued
outside of a metropolitan city.
Julius Levy: I am proud of the
showing made by The Times. As one
of it* advertisers, I congratulate tne
force on its success.
W . 11. Thornton : I have seen many
special editions, being an old news
paper man myself, but none, for a
town of this size, that beats the Christ
mas edition of The Times.
C. W. Deming: The Christmas edi
tion of The Times was the prettiest
paper ever issued in Georgia. Bruns
wick ought to be proud of if.
Nils GregertserT: The Christmas
Times was all right, ft showed en
terprise snd talent combined.
Otto Johannesen: The Times has
made a record of creditable and at
tractive special editions. The Christ
mas edition was the best and prettiest
of all.
Hugh Porter: It couldn’t be beat.
Asa citizen of Brunswick, lam proud
of its leading paper, The Tunes.
George Harper: The Christmas
Times was a fine paper—one of the
sort that calls the attention of the
outside world to the place of publica
tion, and accomplishes much good for
every citizen.
J. T. Palmer: The Christinas edi
tion of The Times was the most com
mendable piece of newspaper enter
prise ever done in Brunswick, and de
serves the complimentary expressions
of ail who have the good of this city
at heart. The Times, as usual, cov
ered itself with glory.
John E Morgan: The Christmas
edition was a very tine psper, and
beats anything done iu tbe newspaper
iine in this city since I came here.
F. McC. Brown ; The Times accom
plished a great feat iu its Christmas
edition, and deserves the praise and
support of the public. It was an effort
worthy of a city of much larger size
William G. Brantley : The Christ
mas Times was a very fine paper, and
merited all the good things that can
be said of it.
Purser Witt: The Christmas edi
tion was a bsautiful paper, and would
cal! for compliments anywhere.
Daniel W. Krauss; Accept uiy best
praise for the Christmasedition of The
Times. Asa Urunswicktan I am
proud of such a creditable newapiiper,
T. J. McCall: The Christmas edi
tion was a thing to b j proud of. lam
glad to congratulate you on it.
G. J .Orr: The Christinas edition
was a very creditable paper, and de
serves the compliments of all the peo
ple of Brunswick.
J. A. Hill: That was the finest
paper of the sort ever issued in Bruns
wick. lam glad to congratulate you
on it.
Arthur 11 Leavy : The Christmas
edition of The Times was a fine pa
per.
M. J. Parker; The Times deserves
high compliments from everybody for
US' special edition. It was typograph
ically beautiful and perfect from a
literary standpoint.
Everybody Else; It was pretty!
It was newsy! It was artistic! It
was interesting! It was enterprising!
It was ail right!
Notice.
Mr. Claude Dart,having been elected
secretary and treasurer of the Bay
Iron Works, hereafter all bills due the
company must be paid to him or the
general manager.
W . R. Dart, President.
All the celebrated makes of fine im
ported and domestic cigars cau be
found at lsidor Mayer’s.
A PROFESSION.
Miss Fearles —And so you have quite
finished your education?
Mr. Clayton—As far as books go. Bless
me, I’ve spent enough time at it; ham
mering away since I was a tot of 5, poor
little beggar 1
“And now?”
“That’s it. That’s what I ask myself.
‘Hello, old boy,’ I say, ‘tow hat, use are you
going to put all this hard won rubbish?’ ”
“Have you thought of a profession?”
“No end of times and no end ot profes
sions.”
“And why can’t you choose?”
“Same old trouble with each—over
crowded.”
“lot etndied law?”
“Yes. Worst crowded of all tho profes
sions. Have to sit around half a dozen
years or so twiddling your thumbs and
watching your doorknob to see a client
turn It.”
“There’s medicine.”
“Yes, of course; overcrowded too. Be
sides, it took me three years of manual
training to find out I couldn’t use a saw.”
“How about the ministry?”
“Frightfully overcrowded. Then I’m
so deficient in reverence; not enough, per
haps, to make me a modern pulpit pet, but
too much so for my own peace of mind.
The ministry would never do.”
“Have you thought of engineering?”
“Thought of it in all its branches;
civil, electric, landscape, locomotive, all
grossly overcrowded. Everything is over
crowded. Never saw such a state of
things.”
“And do you really intend to waste all
that splendid education. Mr. Clayton?”
“It looks that way, Miss Searles. You
see, I’ve thought of everything, balloon
ing and exploring and mining and treas
ure hunting and ostrich farming. Either
it’s all overcrowded or I’m not suited to
it. Do you know, I had about given it
up.”
“But yon must do something.”
“I’ve thought of that too.”
“But you don’t seem worried—scarcely
interested.”
“What’s tho good? Something may
turn up. If not, why worry?”
“Why don’t you travel?”
“I’ve thought of that. I’ve thought of
it several timi s—lately. Fact is, I’ve just
been doing a little traveling that has
given me anew train of thought.”
“You were in the south, I believe?”
“Yes, at my dear old Uncle Jim’s bed
side. Poor old Uncle Jim! He was an
other father to me. It’s strange how
whimsical personal likings are. Undo
Jim liked me. Why, last winter he camo
all the way from home —rheumatism and
all—just to see too play half back in tho
Thanksgiving day game. And after I
made my long run and the winning
touchdown the dear old fellow pushed
through the crowd and caught me in his
arms like a crazy man, laughing and cry
ing and making the funniest efforts to
give tho college yell. Dear old Uncle
Jim! What good Limes we had together!”
“Did he die?”
“Yes. ”
“Too bad!”
“Thank you. Wo had many long talks
together before—tho end, and Uncle Jim
pub some new ideas into my head. Wo
talked on this very subject that has inter
ested us tonight. Yes, and we talked of
you, Miss Searles. ’ ’
“Mr. Clayton!”
“Yes, M iss Searles. It would be a lib
erty to talk of you to any ono else, but it
wasn’t with Uncle Jim. And I showed
him your picture—tho ono I stolo two
years ago, you remember—and ho liked it,
and sent you his compliments and his best
love. Uncle Jim was always a grand old
gentleman.”
“But I don’t see”—
“Pardon me, lam about to explain. It
was Uncle Jim who suggested a now pro
fession for me; at least, he called it a
profession. He suggested that it wasn’t
as overcrowded as some of the others and
that there was generally room in it for tho
right sort of man. Uncle Jim knew what
he was talking about. He had the keenest
head for business of any man 1 know,
and I never met Anybody whose advice I
valued as highly. You seem to take an in
terest in my welfare, Miss Searles—do the
details weary you?”
“No, Mr. Claytin. It was your—your
flippancy over a serious subject that an
noyed me—a little; And this profession—
does it give you hej-eof permanent employ
ment?’
“I’m sure It docs. I wouldn’t go into
it if I didn’t think so. ”
“And it is congenial?”
“Yery.’L,
“I’m glad to heir.it, Mr. Clayton, it
is strange, though, that we didn’t happen
to mention it when we went over the vari
ous professions. ’ ’
“Isn’t it? This is something quite differ
ent, though. Perhaps that is the reason
vve didn’t, as you say, mention it. Would
you like to hear what it is?”
“Why, yes. Y/ tirouso my curiosity.”
“It is oalled-V--tb laugh—tho profes
sion of son-in-law.
“Mr. Clayton!”
“I’d thought of it, you know, some time
before Uncle Jim suggested it. Oh, yes.
But Uncle Jim, you see, smoothed the
way. Oh, he was qifV) taken with your
photograph. He aotu made conditions,
verbal, of course, if equally binding,
that I should — 11 tel! you about
that afterward. The other details are all
quite satisfactorily arranged, and—and,
now, Alida, it only remains for you to—
to approve the articles of partnership.”
“Air. Clayton, what do you mean?”
“Y r ou just now asked me why I didn’t
travel. That means go abroad. Well, I’ve
made up r y mind to go abroad —if you
will go with me—as my wife."
“George Clayton, is this a proposal?”
“Alida Searles, does it need a tag?”
“But there’s father. He will n--ver
consent to my marrying a—a —well, you
know, George, you are not very prepossess
ing financially. ”
“You are quite mistaken about your
father. I saw him first.”
“You did?”
“Oh, yes. He’s quite taken with the
Idea. Seems to think it’s just the profes
sion to suit me. Fact is, you know, I'm
the heaviest depositor in papa’s bank.
Yes, Uncle Jim left m@ all his money—
there’s a deuced lot of it—the only condi
tions—verbal, you know—being that I
marry at once and marry you.”
“It is to fulfill your uncle's last request,
then, that” —
“He was very good to me, Alida, and
any little thing”—
“George Clayton. I hate you!”
“But you won’t stand In the way of my
entering an honest profession?”
“Oh, you—you aggravating—£ear!”
“Then here’s an attempt at asserting a
bear’s prerogative. And you will be Mrs.
George Clayton, wife of tho well known
professional man of the same name?”
”I—l suppose I’ll have to.”
“Thank you, dear."—W. K. Rose in
Cleveland Plain Dealer.
FROM THE KLONDIKE.
Robert Write* to ills Uncla ami DiMOVT*
ajjtit* the Old Gentleman*
The Klondike, Nov. 1, I^7*
My Dear Uncle—Yours of Sent. 7 just re
ceived. lam glad, to hear ikai all the folks .c
well and that your rheunmiism is making
such progress. You say you think <>f coming
out hero as soon as you can pawn enough ul
dear aunt’s furniture lo provide for jour ex
penses. Oh, uncle, do not think of it any lon
ger! In order to spare your feelings, I have not
mentioned it before, but the fact is that for
sometime past we have all been starving to
death. The last pound of hour was purchased
a month ugo lor $11,200 by ;i syndicate. They
afterward sold it by the ounce at a profit of
4U) per rent. A few days later the heel of a
rubber boot was knocked down at auction for
$1,750. Alas! Before the lucky buyer could
escape with his purchase la , too, was knocked
down—by the crowd—and quickly separated
from his prize, losing his life in tho process.
But worse was in store. When the coroner ar
rived, there was no body. It had disappeared
Of course it was impossible to prove any
thing, but v. o all had our suspicions. Since
then nobody has slept a wink. It is now three
weeks ago. At tho present time I am living
on snow, and snow joke, X can assure you.
(Forgive me; my mind is wandering.)
I would write more, but am just about to
faint from weakness. Your affectionate
nephew, Robert Buncombe.
“That ought to scare the old boy off, ”
murmured the Klondike!’, reading his
letter over with considerable satisfac
tion. “Waiter, bring me another bottle
of champagne and some more of that
terrapin.”—New York Journal.
Not Making Any Fuss Over It.
The telegraphic correspondent of The
Daily Thunderbolt at Skeduuk was nurs
ing a sore thumb on his left hand.
“How did you hurt it?” asked the
sympathizing friend.
“Mashed it accidentally with a ham
mer.”
“Hurts a good deal, doesn’t it?”
“Did at first. It’s easier now. ”
“Won’t be ablo to use it for a good
while, will you?”
“No.”
“Too bad.”
“Not eo awfully bad. See this? It’s
an accident insurance policy. Ono hun
dred and fifty dollars. Got the money
this morning. More than I could earn
with the other thumb in three months.
Think I’m kicking? Not on your life!”
Ho took the sympathizing friend out
with him and returned presently with
only § 149.50 of tho money left.—Chi
cago Tribune.
Not the Same Thing.
Small collections arc often provoca
tive of clerical sarcasm, as in the fol
lowing instance, quoted by an exchange:
“I fear,” said the curate, “when I
explained to you in my last charity ser
mon that philanthropy was the love of
our species you must have understood
mo to say ‘specie,’ which may account
for the smallness of this collection. I
hope you will prove by your present
contributions that you no longer labor
under the same mistake.”—Youth’s
Companion.
No Hope.
“We might as well consider onr en
gagement as broken, Reginald.”
“I don’t see why. Your father said
postponed.”
“Postponed until you arrived at years
of discretion. And in your case, Reggy,
dear, you know what that means.”—
Harlem Life.
Demanded Particulai-8.
“It’s much more comfortable,” said
the slightly haughty young actor, “to
be permanently located. I spent only
ten weeks on the road last season.”
Mr. Stormington Barnes looked at
him suspiciously and then inquired,
“Which kind—railroad or turnpike?”
—Washington Star.
Always Full.
Mr. Jaggs (at breakfast) —I told you
I only wanted a half cup of coffee, and
you’ve filled it full. Don’t you know
the meaning of half full?
Mrs. Jaggs—Not in your case.—Chi
cago News.
The Time For Action.
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Vjilfej Pi
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“M. le commissaire, my husband is
crazy. Ho threatens to kill ino. He
should be confined.”
“Nothing can bo done as yet, madame,
but if be should chance to kill you I as
sure you you shall have ample satisfac
tion. ” —Le Journal Amusant.
How Ho Judged.
Lender—Borrow must be a champion
howler.
Dewtell—What makes yon think so?
Lender—The number of “ten” strikes
he makes.—New Y ork Journal.
Zero—Zero.
Professor—When an irresistible force
comes into contact with an immovable
body, what is tho result?
Pupil—Neither side scores.—New
York Press.
m w inter.
As some (air captive who is forced to-meet
A listed lover, day moves on to greet .
The night reluctantly. Above the snow
An owl glides by os heavy as tile flow
Of doubt through love dreams. In tho cedar
glade,
Made garrulous by crows, a bloody blade
Of sunset stabs the gloom and faint and far
The sound of bells out where the glimmering
slieepfolda are.
An ebon plaque with oncblurr 'd crimson rose,
Now down the vale a farmhouse window glows.
The moon abo\ a hare oak limns below
A devilfish upon the spreading snow
With open arms. Where in tho summer wheeled
The doves the onrnahoek.i loom, a tented field.
The light dit s—silence, and then, faint and far,
The bells again out where the glimmering
