The Savannah tribune. (Savannah [Ga.]) 1876-1960, October 23, 1886, Image 1

The Savannah tribune., October 23, 1886, Image 1

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Newspaper Page Text— ■ ~ ®M oamttttuth (Tribune. y f ■ Published by the Tribune I‘ubliSUUnr Uo. j J. H. DEVEAUX, Mana ikb. , B. W. WHITE, Solxoitc a. f j f- -—- J-21 VOL. IL f Why Maids Will Wed. I good wife rose from her bed one morn ■ And thought with nervous dread f If the piles on piles of clothes to be washed I And the dozen of mouths to be fed. ■Thero’s the meals to get for the men in the I field, Hut the children to fix away to school, haul all the milk to be skimmed and churned; |fhd all to b i done this day." ' R bad rained in the night and all the wood MWa3 wet as it could be, It o were paddings and pies to bake IK id a loaf of cake for tea; W*TV the day was hot. and her aching hea ’I j robbed wearily as she said: R maidens but knew what good wive* y know » They’d not be in haste to wed." i“Annie, what do you think I told Ned Brown V' Called the farmer from the well, And a flush crept up to his bronzed brow ] And his eyes half bashfully fell. t “lt was this.” And coming near he smiled. “It was this. That you are the best And the dearest wife iu town.” '.The farmer went back to the field, f And the wife, in a smiling, absent wajr, Ijang snatches of tender little songs ' She'd not sung in many a day. And the pain in her head was gone and her clothes Ware as white as the foam of the 3ea, And her butter as sweet and golden as it could be, ! H» night came down. The good wife smiled to herself as she said: “Ta so sweet to labor for those we love It is not straDge that maidens will wed." HIS DISCOVERY. The Rev. Mr. Shaw contrasted greatly with his surroundings—his spotless cloth 'fitting so well his strong, manly figure; his clear-cut, Grecian features, and dark, wavy hair thrown back with careless grace from hi 3 smooth brow. He was visiting one of those wretched tenement houses used by the very poor, and be fore him was a forlorn group. A widow who had just buried her husband; she I had five helpless children—the eldest ■ six, the youngest a nursling baby, and a pair of twins among them. The rags, and, worse than all, the dirt of poverty everywhere apparent. An expression of almost sublime pity rested on the coun tenance of the minister. The woman, with her apron thrown over her head, rocked herself to and fro, and wailed forth her great trouble. “Have you no friend;??” asked Mr. Shaw, in a low voice. “Some, but a3 bad or wuss off than us. Yes,” she said, looking up with a grateful, bright expression, “there is oae— Lord bless her! who has done a lot for me—Miss Mehitabel Sanks. She sent medicine and the doctor to the old man, and guv me clothes and suthiu’ to eat; and many’s the man, woman, and child that blesses her for taking care of ’em. Why, sir, she even leaves little cards with stamps on ’em, and Job Potter, who can write, sends ’em to her when we are in a very bad state, and they are always answered.” After assuring her of his sympathy, and that he would do what he could for her, the minister wended his way home. Mr. Shaw was the rector of one of the wealthy churches of the city, and Mabel Lee wa3 one of the parishioners. Her face was Madonna-like in its tender aurves and beauty, the large blue eye 3 with just a tinge of sadness, the j)erfect curve of the red lips, a faultless com plexion, and blonde hair that was like a halo of light round the graceful head. But, ah, when she talked it was like a damper, a mist on a beautiful picture, marring the tints that otherwise would have been perfect. Absorbed in these thoughts ho found , himself in front of Mr. Lee’s house, and, l abeying an impulse, he turned into the gate, and was admitted. As Miss Leo entered the parlor he thought he had seldom seen a fairer vision, and was vexed to feel his heart throb more quickly and thrill with a pleasure that he felt must be controlled. She greeted him with that easy grace which was one of her principa l charms. “Ah, Mr. Shawl I am so glad to sea ' —u. I had n real spell of ennui this .. w f>*t SAVANNAH. GA., SATURDAY, OCTOBER *23, 1880. Wishing that some one would come m and I could have a cheerful little chat to dispel the gloomy impression." “Then I’m afraid,” smilingly, “you will not iike your present visitor. I have not come in a very cheerful humor; and, besides, I wish to ask of you a favor.” “A favor! That is too iovciy. Con sider is granted, even to the half of my kingdom. I am truly glad that you wish to ask a favor of me, because I did not think your opinion of me was suffi ciently good for such a thing. Do you know,” with a sudden droop of the eyes, “that you always made me feel as if I am doing something wrong?” “Do I? Well, I shall give you a golden opportunity now to redeem your self. I have just been visiting some of those wretchedly poor families in street, and I would like it so much if you could interest some ladies in their behalf visit them and relieve them.” A look of consternation overspread her pretty face as she exclaimed; “Oh, indeed, you don’t mean for me to go there? How could t ever stand it? I can’ tbear suyh places. Ask me almost anything else. The dreadful men and women! the odor: Ughl" with a shudder. “Ask nie almost any thing else. “I really feci that I owe you an opology for intruding such a disagreeable subject, particularly after your nerves were shattered with your novel. Good morning;” and he bowed himself out very abruptly, with a strauge little pain in his heart. Everywhere that he went in his charity rounds he could sec and feel the influ ence of Miss Sanks’ good acts. She seemed to be an angel of mercy who never tired and who devoted her entire time to charity. All that she did was marked by a practical good sense and a depth of thought and feeling that he could not fail to admire. Still he chanced never to meet her. One day when entering the postoffice he saw in advance of him the graceful figure of Mabel Lee. She was unaware of his presence, and standing idly be hind her he felt as if he had received an electric shock as she asked; “Is there anything for Miss Mehitable Sauks?” and then received and pocketed severa postal cards. Acting upon an impulse, with a few hasty steps he soon overtook her. He was lost iu a bewildering surprise. She was the last person with whom he would have connected Miss Sanks in any way, and her great agitation as he walked be side her increased his surprise. Asudden, bright suspicion caused his heart to beat almost to suffocation. “Tell me, Miss Mabel," he said, “what have you to do with Miss Sanks’ let ters r “I really can’t understand, Mr. Shaw, what right you have to ask such a ques tion. In all things spiritual I acknowl edge your right, but in this instance you forget yourself." “Tell me,” he said, with eager, re gardless haste, “are you Miss Sanks ?" A sudden burst of tears was her only answer, as she hastily pulled down her veil and walked silently beside him. “So, Mabel," he murmured tenderly, “your heart is as beautiful as your face, though you have veiled your goodness under an exterior of frivolity. This is not the general rule of humanity." “Nevertheless, I have only been obey ing your instructions. Don’t you remem that you some time ago preached against ostentatious charity ? ‘L:t not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth.’ I thought there was a world of truth and force in it, and I have only practiced whut you preached. And now, Mr. Shaw,” she said, with a demure glance at him, “if you are done with my hands I will not trouble you to hold them for me any longer " “No," he* said, gravely, “I do not wislvto return them. My dear!” he aaid, ftmlcrlv, “give me the privilege of own ingfj them always. Won’t you, my dar linj?” Sue hesitated ; then, with a lovely b!u Ji and /•'db' she !a(d both her hands ‘ i A Land of Beulah. ‘ “Absence of noise and gnats,” the great desideratum of a summer resort, oan be found in rare perfection on the table-lands of the Mexican state of Oax aca. A few miles southeast of the ex tinct volcano of Colcoyan begins a mean or airy plateau stretching south for half a hundred miles, presenting an ever-vary ing panorama of magnificent mountain scen ery, snowy peaks, rocky terraces, and a park-like table- ami, sparsely inhabited by a race of Zndioa inarm*, “tame In dians"—as different from our Apaches as a Hindoo peasant from a Turcoman high way robber. They use no plows, they keep no cattle, but follow the silent occu pation of banana culture, with inter*- mezzas of trout-fishing and bee-hunting. Butterflies and a species of wingless bees are the chief representatives of the insect tribe, mosquitoes being unknown, at least to the natives. Tho range of the thermometer is so limited that the mini mum of the coolest winter night isonlySo degrees below the maximum of the warm esfc summer day, the extremes being re spectively 57 and 87. The rocks age fes tooned with flowering lianas, frequented by a remarkable variety of night butter flies and very similarly colored humming birds. Singing birds, however, are scarce, and after sunset the absolute si lence of the mesa .equals that of the AT pine highlands.—iDA Oswald-. Preserving Tlggs. . The following!® Are ‘‘Havana# pjjhcess’’ for preparing the formula . for which lias been kept a secret or sold to persons who were willing to pay $3 for it; Take twenty -foui*gaUou;f of water and put in it 12 pounds of unsinked lime and four pounds of salt. Stir well several times a day and then let it stand, and settle until perfectly clear. Then draw off twenty gallons of the clear lime and salt water. By putting a spigot in the barrel about four inches above the bottom you can draw off the clear wafer and leave the settlings. Then take live ounces of baking soda, five ounces of cream tartar, five ounces saltpetre, live ounces borax and one ounce of alum; pulverize these, mix and dissolve in a gallon of boiling water, which should be poured into your twenty gallons of lime water. This will fill a whisky barrel about half full and such a barrel holds 150 dozen eggs. Let the ‘ Wider stand one inch above the eggs. Cover with an old cloth and put a bucket of the settlings over it. Do not let the cldth hang over the barrel. As the water evaporates add more, and the eggs must be kept covered. — ■" w Baled by Superstition. I noticed in one of the papers, says Alfred Trumblc in the New York Newt, an account of the death, at Suit Lake City, of eight Mormon children, of diph theria, because the superstition of their parents forbade calling in a doctor. They relied entirely on prayers and faith for a cure, and the treatment failed. I know a community of foreigners in this wise city of New York that, though it does not hold to the Mormon creed, holds firmly to this one of its beliefs. It has one common cure for every mortal ill from consumption to corns—oil and prayer. The oil is kerosene and is ap plied exernally with friction. The mem bers of this besotted band arc English, and they are part of a considerable body of their kind that sprang up there some years ago. They are working people, thrifty and prudent, and live sober and domestic lives. Vegetarianism is one of their doctrines; another is to never raid the newspapers on account of the wicked, ness they record. This latter fact may excuse their debased intellectuality and explain the imbecility of their medical practice. The True Reason. Corporal to Soldier —Why is the blade of the sabre curved instead of st:aight? Soldier -It is curved m order to give more force to the blow Corpora!—Humbug! The sabre is curved so as to fit tho scabbard. If it was st rail'll t. flow would *r • 4’*., JL Tho Customs of the Soecae. Why is it, asks some rair reader of the , Herald, that we ask a blessing on a per- I ' son who sneezes I Why do we say * ‘God 1 l bless you” when in our presence the , I sternutative explosion occurs ? The scribe i [ can only say this is said to be the oldest ; and. most universal superstition among | I men; that there is not a nation on the ( face of the earth, from the most savage ; to the most civilized, which does not > I have it. I The Jewish rabbis say that originally a (sneeze was fatal to the sneezer, but that i at the intercession of Jacob the penalty of death was removed. Recollecting the , ! original terrors of a sneeze the Jews say I to this day when a friend indulges in a j sneeze: “Long life to you.” , ; Thf old Romans used to say ou such | occasions, Salve, which the Irish render: ! “May you live a thousand years and ' never'die. ” The Greeks said “Live.’ I One of the Gceck epigrams in on an an- i j cient Athenian, whose nose was so long * - and the end so far away from his cars ■ that he could not hear himself sneeze, and consequently could not cry: “Jove, help me,” when he sneezed. Themiss toclcs found in a sneeze to tho right an i ; omen of victory over Xerxes, buta sneeze 1 i to the left was regarded as unlucky. So the custom has be traced among I all nations and people. Speke and r Grant in their travels among the savages of equatorial Africa could find no trace J of any religious ideas, except a custom | of uttering an ejaculation or prayer when ■ a person sneezed. The same custom has . been found to prevail among the South Sea Islanders. ' Fifty years ago among ourselves it was * considered a gross breach of propriety r not to say “God bless y r »e" when a friend ■ sneezed, and even ndsf we occasionally hear it. There is this to said for it, that i whatever its origin it Is not an un pleas- ‘ i ant custom, and if it has any effect in ' ; keeping away evil perhaps hail better be revived. Chicago Herald. How Italians Ent Macaroni. Have you ever noticed an Italian! eat } ingma’caroni? If not,dine some day at an Italiajj restaurant and look about you. You will see feats of gastronomical gym nastics that astonish the uninitiated, i ' When one who isndJt of the elect under- I takes to partake of cylindrical flour and . water he takes it upon a fork as he j would a modicum of some vegetable. ! lie cuts it with the fork into lengths ' that are portable and manageable. Not j so with the practical macaroni-eating i Italian, who deems cutting the long I . tubes a sin akin to that which epicures I ■ say exists in cutting up lettuce. He coil- j j the compound like so much rope around | j the fork, balances it high in air, and i I lets the string! drop into his open mouth with unctuous deliberation. A long tube of macaroni is sometimes two or three minutes in transit, and the spec tacle, if not a pleasing one, is, at all events, rather curious. It requires prac tice to become a skillful macaroni eater, and few Americans attain perfection in ; the art. The great tragedian, Salvini, is a macaroni monomaniac, and when 1 playing in a town where there is no ; Italian restaurant his dispair can only be compared to Othello’s upon tire loss of his occupation. Chicago New*. A Good Beason. Colonel Bagly (to Colonel Smith)—l ; see you passed Maxey without speaking to him. I thought that he and you were the best of friends. Smith- We used to be. We roomed together a long tirhe, you know. Bagly- -Yes, I know-, but why did you fall out. . i Bmith—We didn’t exactly full out, ' but I have no use for him now. Bag j- Why I Smith -He’s a bill collector.— Arfcan- \ mv Traveler. Precocious Wit. Enfant Terrible— Whv have you gray I hair, mamma? . t . Because you” are such a naughty little gid. E T, —Then how very naughty you !■ '•*’ tau. ’ ’*■' ’•” sai— i WWW IBPPbW" K Os i#1.26 Per Annum; 75 cents for Six Months; ' 50 cents Tlireo Months; Single Copies 5 o *nt»—ln Advance, . ••Young America” in tho City. '' &WC JII4IW ■ ’WI **—" »’ m law " “Say, mister, gimme a light fer dis here cigarette P'-PmcA-. A Rapid Transformation. /'Af < az/tCW W w a * zj w M 77 KWr I Turn' The two cripples as they appeared, when no officer was in sight. /#• -W 'la > Tin two cripples as they a|Hwnre<|4o« rather disapp* ared) when an oflied'r sud denly came in view. Fliejonde Dl'ietter. A Business Meet n Iljt fl 1 H I nJ? - 'J b* jSy X. ® ‘I would hke to talk to you aoiMJit business.” “Very well, sir, what do you wantjtf,, “A dime to get a drink.” « “Why, that’s merely tryinj* to your way. That's no business. M < “Yes it is. It’s the only business I f ollow ” — S'ft ngs. The Widow’s Mil* •- ?> ■ - 'x f NO. 1.