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D A. I L Y EVENiisra Savannah [pf|n| a rfnj ecorder VOL I.—No. 111. THE SAVANNAH RECORDER, R. M. OBME, Editor. PUBLISHED EVERY EVENING, (Saturday Excepted,) At 1G1 BA.Y ST By J. STERN. The Recorder Is served to subscribers, In every part of the city by careful carriers. Communications must be accompanied by the name of the writer, not necessarily for publication, but as a guarantee of good faith. Remittance by Check or Post Office orders must be made payable to the order of the pub¬ lisher. We will not undertake to preserve or return rejected communications. Correspondence on Local and general mat¬ ters of interest solicited. . On Advertisements running three, bVx, and twelve months a liberal reduction from our regular rates will he made. All correspondence should be addressed, Re¬ corder, Savannah, Georgia. The Sunday Morning Recorder will take the place of the Saturday evening edition, which wii i make six full issues for the week. 8®-We do not hold ourselves responsible for tho opinions expressed by Correspondents. The following lines presented to us by a friend a pupil of the authoress, were written by the late Matilda Heron, one of the best and greatest Camille’s we have ever had the good fortune to hear, and were respectfully dedica¬ ted to splendid “Gazzaniga,” the renowned singer. To “A. A. G. ’ Come to me, darling, I’m lonely without thee, Come in the twilight, when day is at rest, No rude eye shall witness me twining about thee, As loudly I pillow thy head on my breast. Then come to me, darling; nor doubt I am true, For my heart is but happy while thinking of you. Come in the midnight, that lone, quiet hour When soul .blends with soul in Love’s star light bower. When linked in long sweetness of exquisite bliss, We murmer “good-night” in a sweet, silent kiss. Then come tome, darling; nor doubt I am true For my heart is but happy while thinking of you. Come in the twilight, or midnight, or day; It is only mv darkness when thou art away ; But come to me, darling ! I languish ! I pine For but one little smile, to say, “Love I am thine I” IN DISGUISE, It was the year 18—, and I. a man of 37, dwelt in the seaport town of I had done business there for ten long years. I was prosperous and well thought of by my neighbors, but I can¬ not Ten say I was before a happy I had man. had what is called years disappointment in love, a In my case it was a horrible, be¬ numbing blow upon the heart. The girl to whom I had plighted my troth, and whom I had loved with my whole soul, a young, fresh beauty of elopttd 17, seemingly the innocent of as wedding a child, day had on eve our with almost a stranger—a young man endowed with remarkable beauty, and with that air of woman’s gallantry heart. which is most dangerous to had a passed. Ten years I had been a resident of for all that time. Although I had but reached the prime of manhood, I was spoken of as an “old bachelor.” OfteD, as I sat alone in my library, I used to wonder where the Mark Wil¬ mot of the past had wandered, to ask myself dual, if the I imperishable could be soul was or how still myself in anything troubled but name with and these station, but I no oie fancies, not even old Taffeta, my confidential clerk, who lived in my employ for nine years, and died very suddenly at last. his I place. promoted the clerk nextiu order to en a vacanc made in the office, I advertised for some one to fill it. alone, I eat when in my library that night quite the servant announced “a gentleman.” When, obediencetomynod.be m was ushered in,'I arose to greet him, and looked upon a stranger—a slender young man with light brown hair and mue eyes with a pale face. ‘Mr. Wilmot? he said. ' At your service, I replied.^ xon acivoitis6(l for r cltjrk, h© fell* tered. “I have called—to apply.” I asked him a lew questions. His replies proved he that desired. he was capa ble ol filling the post . I asked for reference. He answered frankly. “I have none. I have no friend who could vouch for me, 1 will try aei-ve you faithfully it you will engage me.” Again the eyes that were the color Estelle’s looked into mine. Again I yield to their influence with out a reference, asking only bis name. He called himself Harry Rue. I engaged my new clerk. He came to my office the next day and no one found any fault with b* ’ work. Itook a fancy to him. At last I asked him to my and, having persuaded him to come one evening, it grew into a habit that we should spend the hours between seven and ten together. From liking him I learned to love him. I had never had a brofher, I had never had an intimate male friend. For the first time the perfect bliss of unalloyed friendship came all to its me. tender¬ Now my heart gave ness to a man. Friendship, I said to myself, should take love’s place—friendship that would not fail me as love bad. No woman should ever call me hus¬ band, but Heaven had none the less given me a son. When a year had gone by I resolved to make him my heir, but when I told him of my purpose, he fell upon bis knees at my side, and begged me to change my resolution. “If you persist,” he said, in tones that trembled with agitation, I shall leave you forever. And I long to re¬ main with you; only I will not have you talk Of such a thing, you will live longer than I.” I laughed at him. I wondered at his excitement. I secretly made my will as I had in¬ tended. I kept my action from his knowledge. The months passed on. I had known him nearly two years. I felt that I could not live without him. I would have advanced him to any position in my power, but be refused all promotion. He clung to the little desk in the dark corner, and in public kept bis shy ways and anxious bearing. Once or twice, when some great burly man crossed the threshold, be hurried from the office, and bid him¬ self in some musty store-rooms in the rear. I knew that there was some one whom be dreaded, and at last I put the question point blank. He answered thus, “There is a man on earth from whom I hide continually. I doubt if be will ever come to this place, but I bad rather die than meet him,” “I would tell you all.” he sighed, as I took his hand, “but when I have told you we will part. You will drive me from your presence. Command me, and I will speak; but then all is; over. I admit to you that I am a very guilty person. Remember, you took nxe with¬ out a reference.” Then I said to myself: “At some unwary moment be has been beguiled by Satan into dishonesty. I will ask no more. Whatever he may have done, I love him. I do not wish to know his crime.”* And I said to him : If “Nothing have sinned, can break our friendship. you it is not against me. Why should a discovery part vis?” Yet those words and looks haunted me, and I dreaded I knew not what. One night in midsummer we were walking in the principal street of our little town together, when a noise of tention. laughing and talking attracted our at¬ I had said something about the Voice which pitched itself above the rest, and had a certain musical ring to it, coarse as it was, when the revelers brushed past us, and the owner of the voice, a tall man, with a handsome, flushed lace, looked around at us. He glanced at me, bi» t his eyes settled on fi'iend’s my companion, and dropping his arm he stagg ered toivard us. “Who are you?” he said, graspin his sleeve. “It’s t’fle most confounde likeness. I say, who are you ?” Then the other- man caught his wrist, and he staggered otf again. Harry Rue had made no resistance, but I saw that he had turned deadly pale. He clung to my arm as we walked homeward, and I knew as well as though he had told me so that this was the man he dreaded. I knew something else also. Changed as he was, this was the man who, ten years ago, had stolen mv sweetheart from me. K This was the husband of Estelle Wynne. ^ ‘Harry, I said, as we parted, “I ’ xiry© s6©ii tli© iuru w® ni6t b©— fore. Plainly his own worst enemy he ' now, was once mine.” “I told you I. had been a young fool 1 He * once. awakened me from my dreams. ' “The girl I loved married him. “Since then he has come to this, I if she gained much by jilting , me.” “Poor so’al ! her life must have been very darL Heaven knows what she ma y h' iVe suffered. Poor girl ; poor pretty Stella!” u<r jh Heaven only knows !” sighed * arrv> “And you speak kindlv of her ; you * i forgive ' her— you of all men I caught his hand “Harry/ I cried, “come into the house with me. 1 must talk to you." her, “You know this man. You know SAVANNAH, SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 9, 1879. speak—tell me truly ; by your friend ship tell me the truth.” He yielded to the touoh. She doors closed upon us. We were alone in the dark, quiet house. library The moon shone through the windows, and fell in a broad stream upon the floor. In its full light he stood looking at me. her,” I said. “You know “Yes,” be answered. “Well.” “But that you seem too young, I should ask you if you also loved her ?” I said. “I am not too young. I thought more of her than of any other, but not enough for her good,” be said. “Let it pass,” said I. “Tell me what her life was when you knew her.” “A year from the time of her mar¬ riage with that man, one of utter misery.” married bee be fancied “He her ause her an heiress, and wh en be found she was poor, he first neglected, then abused her.” U He struck her many heavy blows. He called her cruel names.” * t At last she left him, and he is searching for her now.” Ah, heaven Lava mercy on her 1” I sighed, “She left him. But—tell me the truth—she fled alone !” “I went with her,” sighed the voice that- had grown faint as it went on. “Yes she fled alone, Mark Wilmot. “I told you that when my tale was told you would thrust me from your door. “The time has come. Don’t you know me now ? I am Estelle Wynne. “Flying in disguise from him whose name I bear. I came to your bouse by chance ; but having once seen you, I remained. “Long, long ago, I understood bow true a love I bad cast by, and now you have revenge, indeed, for I have learnt your goodness.” her disguised she I kne w now, as was. The fair face came back to me as it had looked in the dead days, and the friendship I bad felt for Harry Rue, and the love I had felt for Estelle Wynne, melted into one intense feeling. I held out my arms toward her. “Estelle,” I cried, “I forgive you. Come back to me.” She shrank from me. “God bless you,” she sobbed, Ab, that I must refuse ! Heaven, but you forget. I am his wife. I am not free.” I bad forgotten. I pressed a kiss upon her hand, nor strove to stay her as she glided through the door. I could not sleep that night. until I paced the floor of the library dawn. I beard the hours ring forth, and the sound of some distant street brawl reached me. At last it was day. the windows, The servants opened, amd breakfast was ready. in the When my servant brought coflee he paused there a moment. murder last “They say "that the was a that night, and person was killed turned out to be a woman in man’s clothes, sir.” I started to my feet as he spoke, and at the same moment a policeman whom I knew well stood upon the threshold. Your clerk, Mr. Wilmot, ’ he began, "th.e young man they called Rue—I have some strange news about him. I had no need to ask what it was. She was dead, and it was her hus¬ band who bad killed her. I bad loved and lost her for the sec ond time. I scarcely knew whether that second meeting was a balm or bane to me. Only I shall never love another wo¬ man, or feel friendship of the sweetest sort for any have man again. it is to lie And if I a hope, one day beside her, under the simple planted stone marked with her name, which is in that rustic graveyard hard by my home. Can animals learn arithmetic ? rarentlv City’ yes- for there is a mule n Lake that can count. It is driven ™l£ on^the in front of i street iift car is ^ene morning and has to make five round trips before the team changed. Every day, as soon as the mule comes on the fifth return trip from hb© u^p©r ©nd of tb© 1m© it bt^ms to whinny a half block before reaching ; East street and if the chan e team does not happen to be waiting, an d the driver ha« to run to the bank corner and return before changing, wiiLtretch out its neck and whmnv ac r a in louder than before, about the same distance ere it reaches the place, ______ mm * Judge Henry G. Smith, of Memphis, Tenn., who died a few weeks ago, is described as a man of singular bravery, as is illustrated by the story of one his cases tried years ago in Tennessee, He was-to prosecute a man for murder, Friends of the murderer let it be known that thev would kill whoever appeared as prosecutor. Mr. Smith began the trial by producing two pistols, which ;k* kept by him until the man was con victed. Where is the Devil ? The Rev. S. C. Chandler, of Hart¬ ford, Con., has been giving two lectures on the history of the devil, who he is and where he can be found. He re¬ pudiates the old orthodox idea of a personal devil, and locates the “gentle¬ man in black” where he can always be found. We give a pithy extract: Christ says. “Out of the heart pro¬ ceed evil thoughts, adulteries, mur¬ ders,” etc. He does not say there is an outside being that puts them in the heart. He fastens the evil directly where it belongs—on the human heart. In our early colonial history obi Cotton Mather and his contemporaries o-cu to say that certain ones were instigated by the devil, but that is left off now. Our creeds are getting to be heterodox when compared with Cotton Mather. But orthodoxy still clings to the devil. It doesn’t like tc^givehim up. Theology says there is an outside devil. Well, find him if you can. Who has over seen him, feltjiim, or identified hi to? Take any portion of the earth and you will find no devil where there is no man. He is not to be seperated from human beings. The idea that the Al¬ mighty created a powerful being with omnipotent power, who can be here in Hartford tormenting people and away off in China at the same time—why it is simply blasphemy. But these doc¬ tors of divinity who sick doctor little theology— while for theology gets every and has to be doctored—these doctors say, “But there are as many devils as there are human beings. Everybody has one. ’ The idea of a personal devil is a humiliating one to every Christian believer. The Apostle says, “When I would do good, evil is present with me.” Simply the evil in the human heart, to which all these passages point. The “Prince of the power of the air,” spoken of in Ephesians I, is simply When the moral atmosphere of this world. man falls or becomes depraved, does’nt he become a devil, similar to the old tbeo** logical idea of the devil? It. is common in Oriental countries to look upon sickness as a devil or evil, breaking up Happiness death. and Hence bringing us to premature it is an evil spirit. When Christ healed a sick person they called it casting out a devil. It was no personal outside devil who had got inside the person. I was early taught in physics that one body cannot occupy the same space as another body. It is theology that teaches this absurd theory. Luke iv., 32, speaks of a man with an unclean devil. I don’t know of any clean devils, but suppose some may be a little cleaner and more re> spectable than others. Well Jesus re¬ buked this unclean devil and cast him out. Here it is said the devil spake, but it was simply the man speaking. Whose organs did the devil use except the man’s? And this devil threw the man down, the same as you have seen children, and also grown people, throw themselves down in a fit of passion. And then there’s the woman—Mary Magdalen—out of whom went seven devils. beven distinct fallen angels got into that woman! You. [Laughter.] She was a bad women ! can see the absurdity of taking the ground that the devil ground is a that personal is being lusts But take and the it our own wickedness and everything becomes plain. How many persons like Mary Magdalen seem to be possessed of a plurality of devils? We have them every community. There's the account of the man under the complete control of devils. He raid, Mv name is Legion"—about them a into thousand the swine devils, and Christ cast out the swine immediately committed suicide. The passages that speak of Christ being tempted of the devil refei simply to the temptations to which all human beings are subject, for Christ was made human and subject, to the same temptations as no we, JjLe tta t look a/vir upon .• him our nature ana consequently »nn»aniinntiif aavna was 1 sub , • ect , to . the ,t physical i.. • lufii unties „ same as ; we are. Tf it he was a man—and t i elieve lC orthodox to that . he 15 say wa8—l 1 en he c0 ^ lJ he tempted as we “ ire ’ and vvas sub ject to the same lusts aIld infirmities. But he overcame them i dld not ad°w them to overcame ;i:ul as t0 ° marj 7 0 113 °* Old-ManAVko-Walks on-the-Water, 1 which his name is Paul Boy ton, gave one of his exhibitions in Washington I last Saturday at the navy yard. people, There were about two thousand more less, present. To mv notion Boyton j w a large success. He Lid a 1 be I claimed to do and more, and certainly demonstrated fui.y tue unntvan com pleteness of bis safety .ress. lie -warn, j walked, talked, iaugned aiiu did piety much everything else he coiud do on . by lot .and. an f v> id up gtt ?ntu i a of chips and - ;eks that \ floating about and made a rat* a n. n ne utilized dining tame, ivtucn ^ ue toox as a o.i o. an apparently very satisfactory lunch, Then be smoked a cigai and real a newspaper, and finally came out of the water aa warm and dry as n he been a snug room._ ; 4. T!. £., m Telegraph an., jHeocengo. Somebody made a Mistake. There is in — county a zealous, visionary religionist, who ! decides that the good Lord has espe cially enjoined nim to strengthen faith and steady the steps of faltering Christians, and sometimes* stops just when and where “the spirit moves” him. One day last summer, while plowing, he decided it was his duty to go and talk to a good sister Smith, who lived several miles off’. Now the spir¬ itual messenger was a widower, and sister Smith was a widow and had a brother living with her who did not like such an unceremonious and confi* dential advisor. he Reaching her the brother residence of Mrs. S., met on the porch and addressing him familiarly inquired, “Were is sister Smith? The Lord has been telling me for several months to come and talk to her and strengthen her in grace and faith, and I have come for that purpose, as it can’t be put off any longer.” “Well,” said the brother, “either the good Lord, yon, or sister Smith has made a mistake. Somebody is wrong ; for sister Smith has gone from home to-day to be gone several days, the Lord didn’t tell her of it or you are mistaken ; and, I suppose she don’t need your counsel.” The messenger became offended and returned to his plow.— Buena Vista Argus. He Found His Aunt. A lone widow who has a stall on the Central Market was shivering with the cold, and wishing she could fly to a land that is belter than this, when Stephen Thomas came along and fastened his glassy eyes on her and cried out: “Oh ! ray long lost aunt, have I found you at last?” He sought to throw his arms around her neck and give her a nephew’s wel¬ come, but she bit him on the cheek with a frozen carrot and denied, that she was aunt to anybody. He, how¬ ever insisted, and she was breaking a cranberry box over bis head when an stepped in and alleged that Stephen was wanted down the street by a gentleman who might possibly be bis uncle. “Have you lost an aunt ?” inquired his honor as the testimony was all in. “Yes, sir, I have.’’ “Describe her.” “Well, she was short and fat, and had blue eyes and a scar on her chin.” “How lucky !” whispered the court. “I sent her up only four* days ago, and now you can join her and hold a family reunion in the workhouse. How fortu¬ nate you came to me instead of adver^ tising in the papers !” “I don’t think my lost aunt is around here, sir,” replied Stephen as his jaw fell. “Oh ! yes she is,” persisted his honor, as he waived the prisonor away, and Stephen remarked to Bijah that if he found bis missing relative up there he’d kill her on sight.— Detroit Free Dress. Th( , T j mes That T Men’s Souls, Tiri When , he pops the question. Wk «“ hl8 wlfe waDts t0 talk 8nd he ' Wh en , he writes .. to , , h.s . , best , girl . . and , , ha »‘° wa ‘ t w ° w f ks / 0 r ? re P‘X' W hen hash placed l before him five , ,s fjcceedmg mornings at his boarding 11 When '7? , he pokes , , his . , head , through ., , , his • la8t cl f an ehlrt »“* *‘ nd3 no button 00 . ue “ t ! ( ' When , he walks ,, twelve . , miles •, to . see bis g'rl, and then finds her out with h.s 11V A; VUier, . he , buys a new pair of . shoes , a "d discovers two b,g nails sticking up iee * s * '\ hen he hurries . around , the , corner and ‘“ft . TTA“ n® of a holds his I. V „ When he takes bis • girl • , out , and . dis- r fi . thatbe , , , has left , r his . . pocketbook . covers r at . home in , his . old , , trousers, , .... when , he . home early . the ,, comes in • and ... his wife .. wants , to , hold a morning debating society in the lower ball. little When be goes home at night, finds a house full of company, and his wife blissfully ignorant of the fact that din¬ ner is not ready. dreams he is standing When in his upon the verge of a precipice, and his wife suddenly reminds him that he is not, but that he is jerking her “banged hair,” all to pieces. When he dives down into the bottom of his trunk, jerks out what he sup¬ poses is a clean pair of socks, but finds only an old table napkin, with four white neckties, put away for next sum mer. The length of the deepest cable laid i n the world is 70,000 miles. The world telegraphic lines extend < » \ 400,000 miles, and there relGa UOul ; miles of railroad. j husoand, ‘It b ail very well, to.d to said look a henpecked after the wnen jemiren -“it s all very well to tell me mind the youngsters; but it won d suit me better if the youngsters mind me. a PRICE THREE CENTS. Wanted ™r Vy ANTBD _ By a professional man, TWO of‘cookstfre?^ furnished rooms, on the first door ifpos l Add?LI tOVe T^ 1 HlfLL V si? e febl Business Cards* _ VAL. BASLE It* 8 WINES. LIQUORS, SEGARS and TOBACCO Tho best Lager Beer in the city. The well known TEN PIN ALLEY reopened. Lunch Square every day House, from 171 11 to B 1 o’clock. At the Market RYAN ST. Savannah Ga. F. BINGEL, WINES, LIQUORS AND SEGA.RS. Milwaukee and Cincinnati Lager Beer on draught. Free Lunch. Fresh Oysters always on hand. 21 Jefl’erson st., corner Con tigress street lane.____ mchlO-ly Dr. A. H. BEST, DEHTI ST Cor. Congress and Whitaker streets. SAVANNAH, GA. T EETH guaranteed. extracted without pain, All work I respectfully beg to refer to any of my patrons. octl-bmo C IGAR rer of FACTORY.—F. Cigars, Pipes, and dealer KOLB, in manufactu¬ Cigars, To¬ Street bacco, Snuff, Ac. Call at 121 Broughton ••wgy C. A. CORTJ.NO, Hair Cutting, Hair Dressing, Curling ani SHAVING SALOON. HOT AND COLD BATHS. der 16016 Bryan street, opposite the Italian, Market, un¬ Plauters’ Hotel. Spanish, Ger¬ man, and English spokon. selH-tf GEORGE FEY, W1NE8, LIQUORS, SEGARS, TOBACCO, Aa. The celebrated Joseph Sob I Hz’ MILWAU¬ LAGEIt BEER, a speciality. No. 22 FREE Street, Lyons’ Block, Savannah, LUNCH every day from 11 to 1. r-z.'Jl-l v HAIR store: JOS. E. L01SEAU & CO., BROUGHTON ST., Bet. Bull A Drayton EEP Oil hand a large assortment of Hair Hair Switches, combings Curls, Pulls, and Fancy Goods worked in the latest style, fancy Costumes. Wigs and Beards lor P.ent JOS. H. BAKER, U T G ZEE HI , STALL No. (ill, Savann Market. in Beef, Mutton, l*ork nd All other Meats in their Seasons. < Particular attention paid to supplying Ship Boarding Houses. aug!2 Theodor G TAILOB. No. 30 1-2 "WHitaltor Suits made to order in the latest styles. Clotiling with cleaned and repaired. All orders will meet prompt attention. janlJ-lui W. B. FERRELL’S Agt. RESTAURANT, No. 11 New Market Basement, (Opposite Lippman’s Drug Store.) janist.f HA VANNAH, GA. Coal and Wood. O O A L OF ALL KINDS, Sold and delivered promptly by D. R. THOMAS, OFFICE: 111 BAY ST., dec22'8‘2m Yard foot of West Broad St, GRANTHAMLTAGGART, Best Family Coal! I deal cite and only Bituminous in the best Coal. qualities of Anthra¬ LOW I’RICEH, EXTRA J’REPA RATION, DELIVERY. . PROMPT Main Office: 121 Bay Street. Special prices to Manufacturers, Dealers and Public Institutions. novJ-tu.th.su-tf Carriages* A. K. WILSON’S CARRIAGE MANUFACTORY, corner Bay and West Broad sts. CARRIAGE REPOSITORY . Cor. Bay and Montgomery streets. GEORGIA. The largest establishment in the city. I keep a full line of Carriages, Rockaways, and Buggies, Spring and Farm Wagons, Canopy line of J-ailing Carriage Top and Baby Wagon Cari lages, also a full engaged in factory Material. I have chanics. my the most skillful me¬ pairing will Any orders for now work, and re¬ and he executed to give satisftiction at short notice. may!2-ly . Candies. ESTABLISHED 1860. M. FITZGERALD —Manufacturer of— FCTRE, PLAIN AND FINE CANDIES. F ^. a ^ « to ^ ®S^ OTREET . Bran '=o\? t SSr^a-.i' N a B 5u 0 ST „r u - . »avannah, ga.