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VOL I.—No. 99.
THE SAVANNAH RECORDER,
It. M. ORME, Editor.
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Beautiful Things.
Beautiful faces are those that wear—
It matters little if dark or fair—
Whole-souled honesty printed there.
Beautiful eyes are those that show,
Like crystal panes where heart h-fires glow,
Beautiful thoughts that burn below.
Beautiful Ups are those whose words
Leap Yet whose from utterance the heart like prudence songs girds. of birds,
Beautiful hands are those that do
Work that is earnest and brave and true,
Moment by moment the long day through.
Beautiful are those that go
On kindly ministries to and fro—
Down lowliest ways, if God will it so.
Beautiful.shoulders arc those that bear
Ceaseless burdens of homely care
With patient grace and dally prayer.
Beautiful lives are those that bless—
Silent rivers hidden of fountains happiness, hut few
Whoso may guess.
Beautiful twilight goal, with at set of well sun,
Beautiful race won,
Beautiful rest, with work well done.
Beautiful graves, where grasses creep,
Where brown leaves fall, where drifts lie deep
Over worn-out hands—on, beautiful sleep !
Ellen P. Allekton.
A NOBLE ACT.
I sat spinning at my wheel in the
sun, for the autumn day was cold,
when I heard some one whistling, and,
looking up, there was young ’Squire
Turner, with his arms folded on the
gate, looking over. When he caught
my eye he made laughed and blushed, and I
rose and him a courtesy.
He was a handsome gentleman, the
’Squire, and the hand from which he
pulled the glove shimmered in the sun
with pearls and diamonds, and he was
bonnie to look at with his hair like
spun gold in November sunlight.
When I courtsied he bowed, making
his curls dance over his shoulders,and
said he: “I’ve spoiled one pretty pic¬
ture that I could have looked at all
day, I’ll but I’ve made another as pretty,
so not grieve. May I come in ?”
“And welcome, sir,” said I, and I
^et a chair for him, for he was grand¬
father’s landlord, but for all that I felt
uncomfortable, for I was not used to
fine company.
He talked away, paying me more
compliments than I was used to, for
grandmother, who brought me up, al¬
ways said : “Handsome is as hand¬
some does,” and “Beauty is but skin
deep.”
Since I’m telling the story, I’ll tell
the truth. I had done wrong about one
thing. that Neither of the old folks knew
I wore Dyan Locke’s ring in my
bosom, or that we’d taken a vow to
each other under the hawthorne that,
grew in the church lane. I never
meant to deceive, but grannie was old
and a little hard of hearing, and that
love of mine was such a sweet secret.
Beside, money seems to have outweigh¬
ed all else when people have struggled
all through their loves to turn a penny,
and they knew Evan was a poor strug¬
gling surgeon. I thought I’d wait
awhile until I could sweeten the news
with the tact that he’d begun to make
bis fortune.
Grannie came in from the dairy five
minutes after the ’squire was gone, and
hoard he had been there. I didn t tell
her ot the fine speeches, but there was
a through, key-hole to the door she came
and I have a mind she heard
them.
That night we had something else to
think of. Misfortune had come upon
grandfather, when but I don't foresee that
the halt year’s rent was due not
a penny to pay it. could be found.
All this time Evan Locke and I had
been as fond of each other, and he came
as often as before to talk with grandpa,
on the winter night; and still every
little while our young landlord,
Squire Turnei, would drop in and sit
in his lazy wav watching me knit or
spin. Once or twice he was flushed
with wine amt over bold, for he tried to
kiss me. But Squire or no, I boxed his
ear* tor his pains, and no softer than I
could help, either.
I could not help his coming, nor
help seeing him when he came, and I
did not desire that Evan should be
angry with me. But he was Eh, so
high and mighty, he spoke as though
one like the Squire could mean no
good schoolmaster’s. by coming to so poor a place as
the
He made me angry, and I spoke up.
“For that matter the Squire would
be glad to have me promise to marry
him,” said I. He thinks more of me
than you do just now.”
“Maybe you like him better,” said
Evan. •
I don’t say that replied I, “but
bad temper and jealousy scarcely make
me overfond of another. I pray that I
may never have a husband who will
scold me.”
For he had been scolding me. There
was no other name for it.
Well, Evan was wroth with me and I
with him—not heart-deep, though, I
thought- —and did not see him for more
than a week. I was troubled much,
though I knew he would come round
again, and perhaps ask my pardon.
For before you wed you can bring your
iover to bis senses when you will.
So I did not fret after Evan’s absence,
nor quite snub ’Squire Turner, who
liked me more than ever. But one
night grandfather came in from a lone¬
ly ride, and so strangely that we both
grew frightened. At last he spoke : he
“I have been to the ’Squire’s,”
said, “and for the first time I had to
tell him I could not pay his rent when
due.”
I opened my lips. Grandmamma’s
hand covered them. Grandpa drew
me to him.
“Thou art young, lass," he said, “and
they are right who call thee pretty.
Say, couldst thou like the ’Squire well
enough to wed him ?”
“Eh?" cried grandma, Surely
you're ’Squire not wandering ?”
“ Turner asked me for this
lass to-night. Of all the women in the
world there is but one be loves as he
should his wife, and that is our own
Agatha."
“I dreamt of golden rings and a
bunch of white roses last Christmas
Eve,” cried grandma. “I knew the
girl would have luck.”
But I put my head on grandfather’s
shoulder and hid my face. The truth
must be out, I knew.
“Wilt have him, and be a rich lady?"
said grandpa.
And when he had waited for an
answer I burst out with “No," and a
sob together.
“She’s frightened,” said grandma.
“Nay, we must all wed once in our
lives.”
Then grandpa talked to me. He
told me how poor they had grown, and
how kind the ’Squire was, and I had
but to marry him to make my grand¬
parents free from debt and poverty
their lives through. If I refused and
vexed the ’Squire, Heaven only knew
what might happen.
“She’ll never ruin her poor grand¬
pa,” sobbed grandmamma.
All! it was hard to bear—bitter hard;
but now there was no help for it. I
took the ring from my bosom and laid
it in my palm, and then told them it
was Evan Locke’s, and that I had
plighted my troth to him. And grand¬
ma called me a deceitful wench, and
grandfather looked as though his heart
would break.
Oh ! I would have done anything for
them—anything but give up my true
That night I kissed his ring and
prayed heaven that he might always
love me. In the morning it was gone,
ribbon and all, from my neck. I looked
for it high and low, but no sign of it.
And I began to fear tbe loss ot the
dear ring was a sign that I would never
marry Evan Locke. The days passed
on and he never came near me.
“Oh, it was cruel in him," I thought,
"to hold such anger for a hasty word
which he had provoked, when I spoke
it, that he must have known I loved
him so.”
And grandma would scarcely look’at
me (I know why now), and
sighed workhouse and moaned, and talked of the |
Audi thought I would
die of grief among then).
One day grandma said to me, “It
seems that your sweetheart is not over
fond of you, nor over anxious to see
you.
“Why not ?” said I.
Where has he been this month or
more back ?’’.
"Busy, doubtless,” said I with
smile, though I thought my heart would
burst.
grandma; “Perhaps you know a'.l about it,” said
“you are going with him,
mayhap ?”
“Where?" said I.
She went to the kitchen door
beckoned in a woman who sat
Dame Coombs, who had come over with
eggs. “If heard rightly,” she said,
I you
“you told me Evan Locke and his
mother were making preparations for
voyage. Canada u
They’re going to
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the carpenter—and a good doctor one, though
I say it—made the a box
for his things. The old lady dreads the
new country, but she goes for the doc¬
tor’s sake. There’s money to be made
there, they say. That’s what takes
him.”
“I told you so," said the grand¬
mother.
I don’t believe it," said I.
(C They’ve sold the house and gone to
Liverpool to take skip, and you map
find out the truth for yourself if you
choose to take the trouble,” said Dame
Coombs. “I’m no chatterbox to tell
falsehoods about my neighbors.” And
she went away in wrath.
And still I would not believe it until
I had walked across the moor, and had
seen the shutters fast closed, and the
door barred, and not a sign of life
about the place. Then I gave up all
hope. I went home pale and trembling,
and sat down on grandmamma’s knee.
“It’s true," said I.
“And for the sake of so false a lad
you’ll see your grandfather ruined, and
break his heart, and leave me, that has
nursed you from a babe, a widow."
I looked at her as she sobbed, and I
found strength to say : since
“Give me to whom you will, my
own love don’t want me."
And then I crept up stairs and sat
down upon my bedside, weak as thanked though
I had fainted. I would have
heaven for forgetfulness just then, but
it would not come.
The next day ’Squire Turner was in
the parlor as my accepted lover. How
leased he was, and how the color came
ack into grandfather’s old face ! And
grannie grew so proud and kind, and
all the house was aglow, and only I
sad. But I couldn’t forget Evan—Evan
whom I loved so—sailing away from
me without a word.
I supposed they ail saw me look sud.
The ’Squire talked to me of my health,
and would make me ride over the
moors for my strength.
The old folks said nothing. They
knew what ailed me ; only our little
Scotch maid seemed to think there was
aught wiong. Once she said to me :
“What aiis ye, Miss? Your eye is
dull ,and your cheek is pale, and your
braw lover canna make ye smjle ; ye
na that ill either.”
“No ; I’m well enough,” said I.
She looked at me wistfully.
< < Gin ye’d tell me yaur ail I might
tell you a cure," she said.
But there was nojeure for me in this
world, and I couldn’t open my heart
to simple Jennie. So the days rolled
by, and I was close on my marriage
eve, and grannie and Dorothy Plume
were busy with my wedding robes. I
wished that it was my shroud they
were working at, instead.
And one night the pain in my heart
grew too great, and I went on among
the purple heather on the moor, and
there knelt down under the stars and
prayed to be taken from the world,
“for how can I live without Evkn?’ I
said.
I spoke the words aloud, and then
started up in affright, for there at my I
side was an elfish little figure, and
heard a cry that I scarce thought
earthly. Yet it was but Scotch Jennie,
who had followed me.
“Why do you call for your true love,
now?” she said; “ye sent him fra ye
for the sake of the young ’Squire.” and watch
“How dare you follow
me?"
But she caught my sleeve.
“Dinna be vexed," she said, “just
bide a wee, and answer what I speer.
I’ts for love of ye, for I have seen ye
waste like the snaw wreath in the sun
sin’ the‘Squire wooed ye. Was it your
will that the lad that loved the ground
y e trod on should have his ring
again ?’’ do I said,
“What you mean?"
said “I’ll speak “I gin I lose the my place,”
Jennie, rode with mistress
to young Dr. Locke’s place past the
moor, and there she ’lighted and gave
him a ring, and what she said I know
not, but it turned him the tint of
death, and said he : ‘There’s
fllse.’ of true bluid in a woman gin she
is And he turned to the wall
and covered his eyes, an’your grannie
rode home There, ’tie .ill I
wall it do “Heaven!
“Aye, Jennie,” I answered ;
bless you !’’ ‘ j '
And had I wings on my feet I could
not have come to the cottage door
sooner.
I stood before grandmother, trem- j
and white, and I said :
“Oh, don't!,ell me, grannie, you have I
cheated me and robbed me of my true
love by lie. Did steal the” troth 1
a you
ring from my neck, and give it back to!
Evan, as if from me ? You I’ve loved
honored my life long—I’d rather
than think it!”
She turned scarlet.
“True love!’ she said, “you’ve but
lover now—’Squire Turner.”
“You have done it 1” I cried, “it’s
written on your face !’
And she'looked down at that, and
“^4y to weeping. his
own true love was breaking
heart,” she said. “My husband and I
had loved for fifty years, I did it to
save him. Could I let a girl’s fancy,
worth nothing, stand in my way and
see him a beggar in his old age? Oh,
girl, girl!” I fell down at her feet
And then
like a stone. I knew nothing for an
hour or more, but, then, when I was
better, and they left me with Jennie, I
bade her fetch my hood and her own,
and away I went across the moor in the
starlight to where the hall was ablaze
with light, and asked the housekeeper
to let me see the ’Squire.
She stared at me for my boldness—
no wonder—but called him So in a
moment he stood before me in ms even¬
ing dress, with his cheek flushed and
his eye bright, and led me into a little
room and seated me.
“Agatha, my love, I hope no mis¬
chance brings you here,” he began.
But I stopped him. Squire Turn* I
“Not your lcve, • V
said. “I thank you for thinking .-i. -veil
of me, but, even after all that has pas¬
sed, I-”
I could say no more. He* took my
hand.
“Have I offended you, Agatha?” he
said.
“Not you. The offence—the guilt.
Oh, I have been sorely cheated!” and
all I could do was to sob and think* he
thought me mad.
At last my strength came back to me.
I went to the first and told him all—
how we had been plighted to each
other, waiting only for better prospects
to be wed, and how, when he honored
me by the offer of his hand, I angered
my grandparents by owning to the
truth, and of the ring grannie had
stolen from my breast, and the false
message that had sent my promised
husband from me.
“And though I never see Evan
Locke again." said I, "still I can never
be another man’s true love, for I am his
until I die.”
Then, as I looked, all the rich color
faded out of the Squire’s face, and I
saw the sight that we seldom see more
than once in a lifetime—a strong
ydung man in tears.
At last he arose and came to me.
“My little Agatha never loved me,”
he said.
“Ah me ! the news is bad. I never
thought she did. This? comes of vanity.”
“Many higher and lairer women
have hearts to give,” I said. “Mine
had gone ere you saw me.”
And then, kind and gentle, as
though I had not grieved him, he gave
me his arm and saw me across the
moor, and at the gate paused and
whispered. The Canadian
“Be at rest, Agatha.
ship Golden George has not sailed yet."
I liked him better than I had ever
done before that night when I told
grannie that I would never wed him.
Eh! but he was fit to be a king—the
grandest, kindest, best of living men,
who rode away with the break of the
morrow, and never stopped till he
reached Liverpool, and found Evan
Locke just ready to set foot upon the
Golden George, and told him a tale
that made his heart light and sent him
back to me; but our ’Squire, Heaven
bless him !
And who was it that sent old grand¬
father the deed of gift tha + made the
cottage his own, and who spoke a kind
word to the gentry for young Dr.
Locke that helped ’Squire him Turner, into practice? whom
Still no one but
we taught our children to pray for eve¬
ry night. For we w'ere married, and
in a few years had girls and boys at
our knees, and when the eldest was
nigh two, the thing that I needed to
make me quite happy happened, he and
from far over the sea, where had
been three good twelve months, came
our 'Squire, with the bonniest lady that
ever biushed beside him, and the hall
had a mistress who loved the ’Squire
as I loved Evan.
Eh! But it’s an old story! She that I
remembered a girl I saw in her coffin,
withered and old. And then they
opened the vault where the ’Squire had
e ? en , 0 , , er , eei v, e . jf . 3 ?’
an 4 T 1 , v * ’»*“* left °, f “J llte
* D ^ “- it v seems one onl a. -T if f love , every ’ b hope . ut his and memory, dream
1 J 0 '", 1 ever h * d we re P“t away under
the , r « e
1 at s tiong ship that would have borne
m y dear from me > hAS mouldered away
on the bottom of the mighty deep some
where. And I think anything is likely
tc outlast us all, for I have it yet, anu
shaU be ninety to-morrow.
Ninety. Its a good old age, and ^
can’t be long before I meet Evan and
the rest in heaven.
Ex-Governor Marshall, of Minnesota,
is . now in search of his son George, a
bov of fiiteen, who has run away from
home alter an injudicious course of
reading boys’ trashy books and papers.
Russian officials went without their
usual Christmas gifts this winter, and
the nahar or free lunch, given by the
Persian Government to its servants has
abolished on the ground of
economy.
Fashion Notes.
Irish poplins are again coming into
favor.
Coat-shaped waists are worn in full
dress.
Very short round waists are worn by
young Ribbon girls. brocaded with peacock’s
feathers is the newest.
Pin stripes of black and color are
the newest style in stockings.
The handsomest imported dresses
are puffed rather than looped.
of Crape illusion, is which combined with satin instead
is too light.
Bretelles are used on long basques
both by stout and slender women.
Pale pink is the most stylish color
for a young lady’s evening dress.
White lace vests worn over black
satin are pronounced extremely ele¬
gant.
Pale yellow is blended with blue,
violet and rose in new imported
dresses.
Plain black satin is the most fashiona¬
ble evening costume for matrons.
Ladies are wearing a frill of point
lace on the edge of their four-buttoned
gloves for full dress.
Collars are made of embroidered col¬
ored materials rather than of lace, and
ruches are worn with them.
Clusters of narrow ribbon-loops, sim¬
ulating a carnation, a rose, or even a
small peony, are worn in the hair.
The striped silk and satin goods
called pekiu is used for whole dresses,
and plush is taking place as a trimming.
Colored silk hose and high-heeled
kid or silk slippers to match the dress
is the fashionable thing for home-wear
just now.
Basques in which two materials are
combined, have the sleeves and side
forms of the front and back of one and
the rest of the garment of the other.
Princess dresses may be remodeled
by cutting off the front breadths to the
length of a basque and replacing them
by others of a different material, This
gives the effect of a princess train and
petticoat. **.
Gems of Thought.
The best snuff in the world is snuff
at the morning air.
To be silent at the proper time, is
often better than to speak well.
‘My son, remember that your char¬
acter ought to shine brighter than your
boots ?’
He must rise early, yea, not at all
go to bed, who will have every one’s
good word.
Envy cannot exist in perfection with¬
out a secret esteem of the person en¬
vied.
All are liable to err, but those who
are most guilty are frequently the first
to censure others.
To look profitably forward, we must
look back. Experience of the past is
the best light of the future.
He is happy whose circumstances
suit his temper ; but he is more excel¬
lent, who can suit his temper to any
circumstances.
Over all the moments of life, religion
scatters her favors, but reserves her
best, her choicest, her divinest blessings
for the last hour.
The worthiest people are the most
injured by slander, as we usually find
that to be the best fruit which the birds
have been picking at.
When my servant beats my coat.it
is not I that he strikes; so it is with
him who reproaches me with the acci¬
dents of nature or fortune.
Self-love is at once the most delicate
and most tenacious of our sentiments ;
a mere nothing will wound it, but na-*
thing on earth will kill it.
A woman’s heart is the true place for
a man’s likeness. An instant gives the
impression, and an age of sorrow and
change cannot efface it.
It is an oriental idea, that the spider and
draws its venom from the rose ;
thus it is that too often from the sweet¬
est sources comes the blight of happi¬
ness and human affections.
The largest locomotive ever made in
this count “„ WM sen t out from Phil*
delphia the other day to take grade its in place the
on a j 0D ° g and heavy
Rq . M unta ins upon the Atchison,
T kft an( j g ant a Fe Railroad. It has
j r i v i ng wheels, each only 42
° in diameter the cylinders
in hes ;
measure 20 by 26 inches, and the boiler
^53 inches iu diameter. It has 213
tubes, each over 11 feet long, and the
fire box is 10 feet long. The weight of
the engine is 118,000 pounds, and the
great weight and size of tbe boi'er and
the small driving wheels form a tie
mendous power. The eight driving the
wheels are merely to distribute
weight, for if the weight lailcould rested withstand on but
four.no track ever
the pressure. The railroads weight is SO which great
that the western over
it must pass will not permit it to go
over bridges, so it will have to be taken ( )
to pieces and carried over in sections. 1
PRICE THREE CENTS.
To Rent*
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good containing 15 acres of cleared lanu, under
Blacksmith fencing, Bhop. with good Dwelling, Htore and
Can be rented at the low
est terms, by applying to C. H. G. WTTTOAMP
at Mr. C. Mehrtens’ Grist Mill, corner Jeffer¬
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Wanted
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E. 186 HULL ST., exchanged. Address
J. C. Savannah, Ga.
Business Cards*
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WINES. LIQUORS, SEGARS and TOBACCO
The best Lager Beer in the city. The well
known TEN PIN ALLEY reopened. Lunch
every Square day House, from II to I o’clock. At the Market
174 BRYAN ST. Savannah, Ga.
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Milwaukee and Cincinnati Lager Beer on
draught. hand. Free Lunch. Fresh Oysters always
on 21 Jefferson st., corner Conngress
street lane.___ mchlO-ly
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BUTCHER, STALL No. 9
66, Savann Market.
Dealer in Beef, Mutton, Pork ml
All other Meats In their Seasons.
Particular attention paid to supplying Ship
and Boarding Houses. aug!2
Theodor Gronwald,
TAILOR.
No.30 i-i WHitaltcr St.
Suits made to order in the latest styles.
will Clothing with cleaned and repaired. All orders
meet prompt attention. JanlS-Im
W. B, FERRELL’S Agt.
RESTAURANT,
No. 11 New Market Basement,
(Opposite Lippmau’s Drug Store,)
|an Iftt.t SAVANNA U. HA.
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In Pint and Half Pint Bottles.
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Whitaker Street, Lyons’ Block, Savannah,
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Clothing.
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B. H. LEVY,
/"VFFERS for the next thirty days his ontlre
Children’s X/ stock of CLOTHING, all styles Men’s, Youths’ and
at the following re¬
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201 Men’s Cassimere Suits, dark or light, solid,
colors or 50. striped, formerly sold at 816 00,
now #12
Dress #6 00 Diagonal and upwards. Coats and Vests, ranging
from
500 puirs Uassimore Pants, different colors and
.‘100 Children styles, ranging and Boys’ from suits 82 00 and upwards. 00
from 83 and up¬
wards. . Great reduction in Overcoats!
300 Overcoats at the low llgure of 8-3 00 and up
wnrde, must be closed out, rather than to
carry over the season. Anyone wishing
this to purchase Clothing will find House. It profitable to call at
popular B. II. LEVY,
Jan3 Corner Congress and .Jefferson sts.
Plumbing and Gas Pitting*
CHAS. E. WAKEFIELD,
Plumbing, Gas & Steam Fitting,
No. 48 BARNARD STREET, one door north
ox South Broad treet.
Bath Tubs. Water Closets, Boilers, Ranges
Joboiug Promptly attended to.
ebll Also, Agent of “ BACKUS WATER MOTOR.*
T. J. McELLIN,
PLUMBIN AND (j A S FITTING.
Whitaker street, One door North of State st.
N.B. Houses fitted with gas and water at
short notice, .Jobbing promptly attended to,
and all work guaranteed, at low prices.
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Carriages*
A. K. WILSON’S
CARRIAGE MANUFACTORY,
Corner Bay and West Broad sts.
CARRIAGE REPOSITORY .
Cor. Bay and Montgotaery streets.
SAVANNAH, GEORGIA.
The largest establishment in tbe city.
I keep a full line of Carriages, Rockaways,
Buggies, Spring and Farm Wagons, Canopy
and Falling Top Baby Carriages, also a full
engaged line of Carriage in and Wagon Material. I have
chanics. my factory orders tbe most skillful me¬
Any for new work, and re¬
pairing, and short will be executed to give satisfaction
at notice. may!2-ly
Dr. A. H. BEST,
DENTIST
Cor. Congress and Whitaker streets,
SAVANNAH, GA.
T EETH extracted without pain. All work
respectfully guaranteed. beg refer
to to any of my
pntrons. oHI-bmn
IIA I It I (j It E
JOS. E. L0ISEAU & CO.,
m bboughton st.. Bet. Bun * Drayton
Hair combings worked in thu latest style,
Fancy Cost amen. Wigs and B aarda fo r Rent.
C 1 IGAR FACTORY.—F. KOLB. mamUhctu
J rer Hnuff, of Cigars, Pipes, and dealer In Cigars. Broughton To
bacco, «fcc. Call at 121
Street. «3fy