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the southern watchman
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SIX FEET OF EA1
I will relate to 70a now, of this world a
And (be many atrange people we 1
From the rich man, who rolls in hie 1
To the poor starving wretch In the a
Though a man may be poor, and In tattedthad mgr,
We ne'er ahonld affect to dieplaa,
ltat think of the adage, and remember 1
That eix feet of earth nuke ae all of c
There's the rich man, with thoo£mda to a
But be haughtily bolds up hie head
Aud thinks he’s above the mechanic »
And Is honestly la
,if ho choose,
with a potato in one hand and a knife In
the other: "
“3temove this do
. 1 * M Bamovs it is sur,.’ said Milce, dropping
both knife and potato.
But Hhis dog* clearly objected to .jmiug
removed. He skipped uimbly around, bark
iug all the time in a ‘ what larks i’manuer,
darted under the garden chairs; -got
entangled in a woodbine that was olimto
ing to the roof of the porch, and
it down j ‘seized the knife Miko hacld:
’fti his mouth, and made off wahi
the “’^riedy manmaUcg after him
>ed on the potato aud came down wifH
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sat; the old maid,
idly / _ '
flowing: white wi
putt, with a gold-1
side §roSiI the leaii,
‘ling kitten: banging!
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[where, «b, where are".
■M raised lu-ii ki:al eje.V
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HARVOW GROVK % JACKSON C0DST1, GA.
Smo.ce, slonwboro. Ga.
MATTHEWS & OWEN,
31 Physicians and Apothecaries,
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always 01. Imi'J.
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1. Attorneys at ATaKXS> OA .
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JW^OIllce ill Couple
ANDREW J. COBII.
ALKX. a. BIIWIN.
nHNVlN .V COUl>.
Ik Attorneys at Lair, Athens, Ba.
office c urlier Broad aud Thomas streets; over tli
Vhildi*, Nickerson A: Co.
David C. Baruow. Ju.
Pop* Bahhow. nrm ^ a
1) ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
. 1 Io.1l-
rsrofflee over Talmailge
I f'. WOFFOBU.
). Attorney at Law, Homer, Go.
'mated to his care.
Will execute promptly all l.ua:
Collecting claims u ffiwejoliy.
I xMOltV SBK1SU,
:r-Offlce, Sos.4 and 5, Court llmiae. dects
E pWAlfl) 14. HAlllllCN,
(Late Judge l. S. Oourta Nebraska uml Utah, aud now
Juflgc of Brooks County i unit,)
Attorney at Law, Quitman, Brooks Co., Ga.
1 ~>L.OYl> a S1I.M AN,
1 Attorney: at Law,
Will practice iu tli-
couutioi* of Walto
J. 11..- II.M AN,
Over Snead & Co.’s Shoe otorv. Broad flrei t, Atheus, Gvor-
tie. ; js*
I 11. HUGGINS,
•J • Wholesale axul Retail Dealer in
Dry Goods, Groceries, Hardware, Ae.
f c b!6 Broad Street, Athena, Ga^
J “AMK8 R. LYLE,
Attorney at Law,
■ decsl- WATXIXSriLLK.OA.
J OHN M. MATT H KWn,
Attorney at Law, Lanielsvlllc, Ga.
caret attention will ho given to any business entrusted^
many a cost that Is tsttersd ■
Covers many s brave, manly heart,
Bat because hc’ahot dressed like his neighbor In silks
Society keeps them apart.
On one fortnsc smiles, wnile on the other it frowns.
No matter what ventnro he tries,
Until time In the end calls both to the grave,
And six feet of earth makes both mm of one sine.
Now, should ever yon see a poor fellow who tries
To battle this world and Its frowns.
Let us help him along, perchance he’ll succeed,
Don’t crush him and still push him down.
For a cup of cold water, In charity given,
Is remembered with joy to the skies;
We are all hnman beings, we have all got to die,
And six feet of earth makes ns all of one size.
“ I CAME TO ASK.”
Two pretty, old-fashioned cottages stand
ing near each other on a secluded tree-
shaded country road, separated by a little
meadow, which, from the birth of Spring
to the death of Autumn, rejoiced in waving
green grasses and white daisies and yellow
dandelions, and after that wore a robe
woven of snow-flakes as fair and pure as
when they fell from the skies, until old
Winter, to whom the robe belonged, hear
ing the’returning birds ask for tho violets,
gathered it about him aud vanished again
In one of them, the larger, in front of
which was a neatly kept lawn, and at tho
back a small hoLhonso and miniature veg
etable garden, lived Miles Guernsey aud
bis man Mike, the oue an old bachelor, the
other, as he described himself, “ a widdy
man, thanks be to the Lord that sint her
In the other—Rose Cottage they called
it, for in : ose.timo it was completely sur
rounded by roses; they filled the space in
front and clambered over the porch and
up the sides of the house—had lived a
quiet, elderly pouple for many years, until
about a month before my story (it it may
be dignified by that title) begius, when
they went to heaveu on the very same day,
as they had often prayed to, loving old
souls, aud left Rose Cottage waiting for new
tenants. " " \ '
“Just as I’d got comfortal
grumbled Miles Guernsey, “
sot again! Dtbcr ofem™
live till they’re a hundred,
these have done so, instead
\ in a loose
st a ruffle or
iu her hair
J and by lper
:,,with a squal-
" its mouth,
ay iug ; “ but
uet the not
Of course she did,” interrupted the
master. “ Go on.”
“ An’ she prayed wid the poorthiug, an’
closed hec eyes; au’ whin she came away
she fetched the young wun with her, an’
‘they "do say "she's goiu’ to’dopf it, and
they’ll niver sphake to her agin.”
“ Which would bo a great pity!” said the
old bachelor, with emphasis, and rather a
IIIm Dotf nud llw Bride.
On Wednesday night a .bridal party
boarded the train,.at Elizabeth, N. J., I
.leant laughter and weeping, aud I knew
that laughter and weeping never wont well
together, except at weddings. I saw ttye
bridegroom, happy, laughing, fussy as an
old hen with her last lone chicken, holding
i black and tan deg tenderly iii bis arms,
Ind clutching his hride’ by the elbow, to
“ Well, wo don’t live together; we think
as we can’t agree, we’d bettor not.”
He stifled a groan, as tho child began
again, and darted an exasperated look at
her. parents. But the little tdrinout would
not be quieted, until she exclaimed :
. “ Cah’t agree! Thou why dWt vou fight '
it out, as. pa and ma dot” Y • 3 J v
“sir g An’now ! suppose we’ll be, ^ er The brattemau shout-
afthor movin’, shure, for it only uaded ' u ' - •
tho baby to make it. complate; owld—1
inaq^jMiss Osborue—cats, dogs and ba-
•’ Hold on; take.that dog to the baggage
ear.” f - .
Dismay, cohsteraffitiou, terror, came out
-- - - 1 / '-e, but
“Vougeance is mine,” laughiiivly ret
etl the visitor, after “ pa’V-aml <<%
d .auged looks of holy hdrfor, folid'
.rite inevitable roar. —New Haven
fled bat firmly upon his head, and 1
grasping his cane. Out of his own gate he
marched in the most dignified style along
the path, through the rose-crowded gar
den to the door of Rose Cottage. “ I want
to see your mistress,” he said to the black
eyed maid-servant who answered his ring.
“ Which f” answered the girl.
“ What I” retorted Mr. Guernsey.
“Oh 11 thought perhaps you didn’t know
the old lady is laid up with rheumatic-
got cold in moving. Will Miss Osborue
“ Any body,” said Miles, walking into
the parlor, as she threw opeu the door.
Evidently Miss Osborue was extremely
fond of roses. The white muslin curtains
were looped back with sprays of half-open
ed ones; a vase filled with them stood on
the centre table; ou the hearth lay shells
from which they peeped, and a vino that
ran up the window outside had been coax
ed through a broken pane aud hung, heavy
with sweet white buds, over the picture of
a handsome young man iu the dress ot a
clergyman. The guitar leaned against the
arm ot a cozy old-fashioned crimsoned
sofa; a hanging shelf of books occupied
one corner ot tho room; a mirror, whose
tarnished frame was almost hidden by a
pretty arrangement of autumn leaves,
hung in tho other. “Humph! she’s got
some taste,” s lid the old bachelor to him
self, autl began, without knowing why, to
wish that he was at home—in fact, was
meditating au inglorious retreat, when the
old maid entered the room.
Tall, graceful, with chestnut-brown hair
parted simply over a lrnnk umvrinkled
brow, and gathered into a silken net at
the back of her head; honest gray-blue
eyes that looked lull at you; aud arched
eyebrows two shades darker than the
hair; small, straight nose ; cheeks a little
faded, but still throwing out pink roses on
occasion; lovely mouth, with the faintest
suspicion of a shadow at the corners,
which was instantly lost iu a sunshiny
“ Oar neighbor, Mr. Guernsey,I believe?”
she said, in a remarkably pleasant voice.
“ Yes,” replied Mr. Guernsey, blushing
' idea of it! and <>’c bachelor,
AMKS I.. AX. U.,
0$U* at Jlr. 7 *11
*1 H<>}* District, Wad-
to the citizens oC the sur-
Offers his iirufufeioual
oanriiih! country _
• tiorni'f at Uu, Franklin, X. €.
Practices in all fin* I’onrts of Western North Carolina, and
ijiy.- 4>V!o,a! Court*. Chiisrs col’e !.(! in nil ;mru* of the
i & Mule Mtuhle,
(l\\ A RK YKS, I’rtiji'N, t hens, (<a.
sV.ll be found at fhelr old stand, rear Franklin House build-
Thoinas street. Keep always on hand go**! turn-outs
4JO careful drivers.
Stock well cared for when entrusted to our care.
S'uck on hand for sale nt all times. dc€25—tf
S AMUICL 1*. THUI13IOND,
ttoruej at I.an, tli cun, (•».
Office ou Bnwul street, over the store of J. M. Barry—will
five s|K't ial atfention to cases iu Bankruptcy. Also, to the
coJJfjthj” of ull clninm eutrustorl to his care.
\Vholesale and Retail Dealer In
1,... vinleidlv (thy idea < f it! and old bachelor, hung gli
hy couldn’t I foi’IfarvtrW ’rf.uid»injs 1)0-. the c«tta
f dvin" at cause an old maid -looked at him!”) and the tree;
thing 1 She came to^BF^door one cruel
cold night last winter, half starved, and
with the tips ol her poor ears frozen off.
I took her in, warmed and fed her, aud
she wouldn’t go away again. To tell the
truuh l didn’t try very hard" to-make her,
aud I couldn’t bear to desert’ her when
we came here, auy more than I could,
Waif. He and she, odd as it may seem
ire very fond of each otherv»*’But otfe bad
habit, I’m sorry to say, I can’t break her
of, or haven’t, as yet—a result ot her ear
ly vagaboud file in the streets : she steals.”
Then, suddenly noticing a queer expres
sion on the face of her listener, she con
tinued, eagerly, “ I hope she hasn’t been
annoying you iu any way I” t
Straight into those still child-like eyes
did Miles Guernsey look, and say deliber
ately, “ Oh, no, not at all. I came to ask
if you—that is” (growing a.Jittle incohe
rent,) “your mother—of course I mean
both of you—would liko a fresh cucumber
or two aud some green peas,” (with a flush
ol pride.) “ I’m ahead of all the neigh
bors.” He meant the peas were.-
“ A thousand thanks,” said Miss Os
“Nine hundred and ninery-niue too
many,” said Milos, actually smiling at her.
“ Good-day.” Aud when he reappeared iu
tho study, he had a daisy iu his buttou-
Mike came out of the diuing-room, where
he had been soothiug the canary with a
crisp lettuce leaf. “ Well, sir?” said he.
llaug the bird’s cage where the cat
can’t reach it, lock up the chops alter this_
aud drown thirteen of the kittens,” quiet
ly said Mr. Guernsey.
“Mad is itf” Mike soliloquized. “He’s
madder nor 50 hatters.”
“ Good heavens ! what man in his sober
senses,” Miles Guernsey asked himself,
“ would hurt a frozen-eared ah t”
Summer passed away, carrying with her
the fragrant roses aud thousands of other
beautiful flowers ; autumn, in richly tjuted
rustling garments, gathered ijhe gold’*and
brown amLcrunsoa leaves
ud bade the Barth tare we
d flupg dSwny snow.
7i ' '
“ Tame fur ye, boss,” said Mike, with
an ominous shake ol the head.
Staple ami Fancy Hry Goods, Groceries, Ac.
Lower end of Broad Street, Athens, Ga.
» Auoi-noy at Law,
A THU VS GA.
Office over the Post Office. Special attention given to crimi
nal practice. For reference, apply to Ex-Gov. Thomas H.
Watts and Hon. David Clopton, Montgomery, Alabama. fcb3
t* Attorney and Counsellor at Law,
... MONROK, GEORGIA.
trw in K lve prompt attention to all buaiucM eutrnstod to
oi» care. auges—tf
T --V. XL.KU.
. M A1 CUM A Kl:a A D JK WKLRR,
We^t door to Reaves X NkhoUou, Thomas si., Atiucns, Ga.
All work wai ranted twelve months. septlS
D avenport house,
By Mrs. C. S. SIMPSON,
"OCCQA CITY, GA.
Ample accommodations for the public, and especially Sum
mer visitors. Good rooms, excellent fare and reasonable
prices. Two miles from Toccoa Falls—nearest house to the
Depot. _ mayl 6m
JAMES R. LYLE. ALEX. S. ERWIN.
Attorneys at Xia-w,
ILL practice in partnership in the Superior Court of
J. B. CHRISTY,
STEN0GBAP11IC BGPOUTEB FOE TUI WISTESNG1KCUIT,
■\¥TILL attend Courts aud trials (other tlian Superior Court i
and furnish accurate rejK>rts of evidence and repor;
ci% A cases iu Superior Courts, on reasonable terms. Will
also give instruction iu short-hand writing—Stenography—
during the *wwlnn« of »h*» «ovml Court*.
T the solicitation of many of my former patrons, I resumo
"the practice of Medicine' from”this date. I desire to pay
nsneclal attention to the diseases of INFANTS and CHIL-
attention u> the _— _
nkRN, and the CHRONIC DISEASES OF FEMALES.
Joue tt. 18T6—junlC WM. KING, M. D.
ISSURE your l'rouerty in Safest & Best Co,
1 LIVERPOOL A LOXDltN * GLOBE IXS. CO.
J. M. BARRY, Agent.
Claims already paid by tho Co
Aug, a. 1376.
BOOT & SHOE
i lot of line dress Boots, which hr
f PIIE undersigned has a
JL offers for sale at $! rt nor pair, for cash. They are flue
. . They
French calf skin. For $10 a pair of these boots will be sent
by mall or express.
All work warranted
allnocesoary out-i>ull<]iiij^, within livu minutes’ walk
at tbs baldness part of the city. Apply st once to
mart! W.J. MORTON.
METIS am now pnitinu up some of the finest and most dura
ble Waeons, Baccies, Ac. We aak an honest inspec-
fioe of oar work end prteea. Repairing of all kmda In oar
Une done satisfactorily, and at tbe shortest notice,
mar. My ECKLR8 A CROW.
HARMONY GROVE, GA.
S’? S0£a03x£0XT SEGAB.
taro, oomforUble rooms sod most mmonsble prices.
tXPassenffen conveyed to and from Jefferson, or other
the early age ol eighty? And there! no I haring uttored fhis monosyllable, he dropp
kuowiug who’ll take the cottage. Some-1 h,s hat and put his cane through t
body with cats, dogs and babies. I’ve no crown ot it as he stooped to pick it p
doubt—three kinds of animals I detest.” again. The hat m fes hand once mm e,
went on: “Iv’e called to see it you—that
is, your mother—I mi an both of you oi
„„ „ .course. In fact,” with sudden inspiration
There was something else Mr. Guernsey „ j came toask y0 u if you would like some
insisted he detested, and tout was an old ^ t just out of the wate r yesterday.”
maid. (<aman,” he used to say, “don’t « 0 ’ h J ( thauk vou ; you are very kind,”
need smiles aud kisses and pet names and Miss Osborne a mtle surprise iu her
children hanging around him to keep him vojce and a , )UZZ i e d expression in her eyes;
sweet, but a woman does. Of course some da ’ tthat , uoment Mi ke’s rough tones
of the poor things can’t help their forlorn brok(j |u from outsklo .
state; the man don’t propose, or they do „ Fvp t him> b0SSt aml the devil’s own
and run away, or their parents cut “P time I’ve had to kotch him. Bedad, he’s
rough, or they have iuvalid relations to I tho liveliest tame dog I iver met iu my
take care of. I’m very sorry for them ; I ^ aud ke kas . 1u i t down the other vine
they have my heartiest sympathy, but, all I aud „
tho same, I don’t like ’em.” I „ Q 0 od-day,” hurriedly said “ the boss,”
And so, when Mike came one lovely June flying before the old maid’s questioning
morning to tell his master the cottage was k , okS| a „d spinning off the stoop with such
rented, adding, with a sly grin, “ An’ shure impetus as to almost knock down his faith-
it’s a ow(d maid and bet mother” Mr. J U 1 retainer.
Guernsey said something that be ought I «shut up, you idiot!” he said, iu a
to have beep ashamed, aud which, for that hoarse whisper. “ Drop that dog, and go
reason, I shan’t set down, and then went home aud fasten the vines up again.”
on, sarcastically, “And now we’ll have all « Howly Moses 1” ejaculated Mike, as he
sorts ot 4 sweet, cunuiug pets,’ I suppose; dis appeared in a hurry; “ is it mad he is ?”
but if any ot them come near my premia- « oh, dear 1” exclaimed tho old maid,
es”—luriously—“ I’ll poison ’em, drown ra j s i U g her pretty hands and eyebrows as
’em, wring their uecks. Do you hear, s j ie caught sight ot the 4 fine little follow’s’
Mike?” I dirty paws anil drooping tail, 44 he’s been
44 Faith, I do, said Mike, grimly.” I in some mischief; I’m sure he lias; I saw
44 I’ve lived here ten years,” resumed the your mau. What has ho been doing, Mr.
master, 44 in quiet and peace, driven here Guernsey ? In the kindness ot your heart
by an old maid in the first place, and it you are screening him; I know you are,
Will be hard indeed if I am driven away Oh, Waif 1 Waif! if you wern’t lame, I’d
by auothey. With a piano or gditar, no I whip you. I picked him up iu the street
doubt?’’ one day, Mr. Guernsey”—the pink roses
44 Aither that last or a fiddle, sir,” said 1 were in full bloom now— 41 where some
Mike. 44 1 sor the gujrii a carrym it in yis- wicked boys had left him after breaking his
terday in its own uate little coffin.” I leg, took him home and nursed him well
“ She’ll play aud sing from morning I again, and tho poor thing became so at-
till night, out of time aud tune, and I shall taehed to me I couldn’t bear to leave him
be obliged to close all the doors and sufib-1 behind when we left the city.
cate.” / I “ Of course not,” said Mr. Guernsey, add-
44 Anyhow,” suggested Mike, “there can’t I ing, rather irrelevantly, “ I don’t wonder
be no babies.” at it. Good morning,” A ",i =r. t.h« <.<>-
‘Thank Heaven for that!” said Mr. Guern-1 quaiutance began,
sey, ferrently; “Though I don’t knowl What a fool I’ve been !” said Miles, as
but what tho guitar’s worse. You can 0 nce more he sat on bis porch, he picked
scare youugchildren by making laces at «p his newspaper again; “but, bless me,
’em. When do they move in, Mike F’ who’d want to hurt a lame dog ?”
4 ' To-morrow, sur,” Baid Mike. Och, but I a week passed away, during which Mr.
it’s dreadful 1” Guernsey only caught occasional glauces
44 We’U go a-fishing Mike. Be ready to- of his lair neigeb ir, as she came out into
morrow morning at daybreak, and we’ll the garden among the roses,-with a plain
stay away a week. I never could bear straw hat shading her lace aud tied with
the noise women make when they’re put- a bit ot blue ribou under her chin. 44 1
tjng a bouse to rights, as they call it; and always liked blue ribbon,” sighed the old
it I can’t stand it alter we come back, bachelor. 44 She used to wear it.” 44 She”
why, I’ll pull up stakes aud go for good, was the girt he had loved some twenty
that’s all.” years ago, aud from whom he had been
44 Yis, sur,” said Mike. separated by the machinations of his fath
When Miles Guernsey and his man re- e r and her maiden aunt,
turned from the fishiDg excursion, Miss All was calm and serene, wlieu one morn
Osborue aud Miss Osborne’s mother and i U g Mike burst into tho library, where his
Miss Osborue’s maid ot all work were in- master sat, aud burst out:
stalled iD Bose Cottage, and, sure enough >< Thim lamo chops, sur, the dilicate tin
the first sounds that greeted the oars of der ones I mint tor your dinner, they’re
tbe fishermen were the pleasant tinkling gone, an’ tbe burrid’s most frightened to
of the guitar and an equally pleasant voice death, sur, an’ no liss—or may I niver
singing an old-fashioned love-song—not spake another wurrid—than fourteen kit-
out of time, however, and decidedly in tens in the wood-shed, an’ all ou ac-
tune. . count oi Miss Osborne’s cat, the thale uv
Aud the very next day a small dog, the wurrild
after sniffing curiously about ou the out- “This certaiuly must be stopped at
side for a while, squeezed himself nearly once,”«3aid Mr. Guernsey. 44 Give me my
flat, and, crawliug under the front gate, hat, Mike aud away he went, growing
frisked gayly over the tiny lawn, and
Irom thence up to the porch where sat the
lawn’s owner reading the newspaper.
The intruder was a bright-eyed little ter
rier, slightly lame in one o! his hind legs,
and he prooeeded to caper around the old
bachelor as though in him he recognized
an early but long lost friend. * *■ ■ ---■>•
44 Mike 1” shouted Mr. Guernsey.
“Sur!”.shouted Mike, runniong out
y, a del-
p the portrait
} fifteen years
angrier at every step. Ilis lamb chops
and no more to be had until to-morrow-
good gracious! And fourteen kittens—
gracious goodness 1—to say nothing ot the
canary in a fit, perhaps its power of song
soared awfc’ torever 1
He actually banged the gate of the gar
den of roses ; but his anger, which was up
to “butter melts”at least, fell to “zero”
when he entered the pretty parlor. There
met a dozen times,
cimes Miles Guernsey
learn (principally Irom
icately, sweet-laced woman 1
the daughter had inherited
eyes) that the picture of I
young man in the parlor w^j
of Iiosa’s lover, who had die
before in a foreign land, \Vhere lie had
gone lor his health. “Rosa was well-nigh
broken-hearted at first,” said the old lady;
“ but time has softened her grief, and now
she can speak ot him as calmly as she
can of tho darling little sister who died
when she was a child.” From the same
source he learned that Rosa’s father had
been a speculator, unlucky in all his spec
ulations, and that when, his last great dis
appointment breaking his heart, lie de
parted this life, there was very little left
for his widow and children. “ Robert, my
ouly son,” said the old lady, 44 helps us all
he can ; but lately hehasmarried a sweet
girl who has patieutly waited for him five
years, and uow Rosa aud I will have to
live more economically than ever, if that
be possible. But, dear me, how I do run
on, and how Rosa would scold mo if she
knew it! but you are so kind aud sympa
thetic, Mr. Guernsey, that, short as our
acquaintance has been, I almost regard
you as one of the family. Rosa, my dear,
I should like Mr. Guernsey te hear that
new song your brother sent you last
44 Aud would Mr. Guernsey like to hear
it ?” Rosa asks.
44 How can you ask me ?” says the old
bachelor. “ I am always pleased to hear
you sing.” By which remark you will
perceive he had become entirely reconciled
to the guitar.
It was the evening of Christmas-day.
Miles Guernsey sat alone iu his parlor,
thought on his brow and a pipe in his
mouth, when Mike entered with a dainty,
rose-perfumed, thr<5i£cornered note.
44 From the owld- maid, sur,” said he
“Miss Osborne, you , mean,” said bis
master, steruly. “ Don’t call her au old
maid again.” v -~
“Would Mr. Guernsey”—so the note
ran—“give Mrs. and Miss Osborue the
pleasure of his company this Christmas
oveuiug ? Brother Robert and his wile
have coiue down from tho city, and there
would be a little music, a little supper, and
“Wait, and I’ll 'write au auswer,” said
Mr. Guernsey. And while Mike waited
he began to talk again. 44 Shure, ye heart]
the news, sir ? The village is full uv it,
They say she oughtn’t ’a done it; that it’s
incouragiu’ wickedness, au’—
44 Who the dickens are you talking
about!” asked his master, turning impa
tiently arouud, peu iu baud.
44 The owld—1 maue Miss Osborue, sur,”
“ Aud pray \chat shouldn’t she have
“Taken Bessie West’s baby, sur.”
44 Taken Bessie West’s baby !” Go ou
this moment, Mike, or I’ll brain you with
44 Well, you see, sur,” Mike thus admon
ished, went ou glibly enough, “ye know
that uufortonate story about Bessie West,
the party sewin’ jjunfll ?”
44 Yes, yes—Heaven knows I do. Not
a woman’s tongue withiu ten miles, ex
cept oue, But has wagged about it”
■ , “ Well, sur, last night she died, an’ she
pint for the owld—I inane Miss Osborne.
For she’waa frighted uv the other womeu,
they’d been so hurd to her—bad cess to
’em, arf half hv their own; an’ not knewiu’
what they are cornin’ to; au’ the owld—
1 inane Miss Osborne—wiut—”
And, the great coaFoii, away
Guernsey for Bose cottage
44 Bedad,” said Mike, with an intoxicated
wink, “it’s rneself knew ho wouldn’t
shtaud the baby.”
Miss Osborne’s parlor was that night, if
possible, brighter aud cheerier than it was
the summer day the old bachelor first eu
tered it. Instead of roses, Christmas
green dottod with brilliant red berries
looped back the curtains, emvreathed tho
pictures, aud drooped irom vases and
shells, aud light over the tall wax candle
burning ou tho centre table, hung a bunch
of mistletoe (sent with kindly greetings
and a real English plumb-pudding from
some kinsfolk across the sea,) its waxen
berries gleaming like clouded pearls among
its slender, green leaves. Miss Osborue
had evidently not expected her guest so
soon, for she sat before the glowing grate
lire with Bessie West’s baby ou her knees,
it’s small pink toes held out toward the
welcome warmth, aud itself cooiug and
gurgling after tho fashion peculiar to ex
How lovely she lookcu, with a spray of
holly iu her hair, and tho loose sleeves of
hor dark silk dress falling back from her
shapely white arms, as she held the child
with motherly grace, aud softly sang a
dreamy nursery rhyme! Miles Guernsey
thought of tho beautiful Madonna he had
seen iu Borne as he looked earnestly at
her, a moment before she became aware
of his presence. (The black-eyed maid
servant going out iu a hurry as he entered
unheard.) At last she started up, the
roses iu hor chocks sweeter and pinker
than ever. “ A merry Christmas 1” she
cried. “ H#w good of you to comedo ear
ly ! I’ll go call b. other Robert!
44 1 don’t wan’t to see your brother,” said
the old bachelor—“at least, not yet. I
came to ask—”
“ I was sure you would,” said Miss Os
borue, breaking out ihto a laugh like a
young girl's. -“ I told mother this morn
ing. I kuow what you efimo to-Tisk.”
t J “ Are you quite certain you do ?” said the
^oltl BueheiroiY an ochl^mile spreading oven
3 his face, until it daiicqd in hip handsome
'davk-eye3. -ft * ,—-
“Quite.certait/” said the
feavfihtn nch.^^oavo enoiMpci
with this dear-little oue, sent to me, it
seems—don’t think me foolish—as a pre
cious Christmas gift on this blessed Christ
mas day—the day Mary clasped her beau-
tul Boy to her heart in the garden of Beth
lehem". See, isn’t she pretty ? And. so
. lump! Take her iu your arms. I am
sure you, who are so kind to cats and dugs,
must almost love this motherless little girl.”
Aud she laid the child in the arms of the
man who had never held a baby beiore,
and who looked down upon it with some
thing very like tears glittering iu his eyes.
■ Yes, it is pretty, and plump, and eve
ry thing you say, Rose—pardon me, Miss
Osborue ; but please take it back, I’m afraid
ot it. It’s making fearful mouths at me,
and I’m sure it’s going to scream,” said the
old bachelor, after holding baby exactly two
minutes, the tears, if they were tears, gone,
aud the smile hack again. 44 Do take it, 1
beg, or I shall drop it.”
The old maid held out her arms lie
piaced the child in them.
“ Aud now you must go to bed, baby,”
she said, turning away ; and then turning
back to say, with another merry laugh,
“You’ll hardly believe it, Mr. Guernsey,
but Waif is jealous, and so is puss and her
And there they were : Waif on the one
side of her, and the cat and her kitten on
the other ; all the objects of his detesta
tion grouped together iu oue terrible tab
Oue moment, Miss Osborne, before you
go,” he answered. I have come to ask
44 Ask auy thiug I can grant,” said Miss
Osborue, encouragingly, 44 and I will grant
it, for you have been a kind neighbor ; 1
hope I may say friend, and this is a merry
44 You to be my wife,” interrupted Miles
Guernsey, a wouderful look of love light
ing up his lace.
Tho baby would have been dropped then
if ho hadn’t caught it. But he did catch
it, and the old maid too, in his strong ten
I won’t tell you what she said, hut
will say that nowhere oil earth was there
a merrier Christmas party tlian that at
Rose Cottage that Christmas night; and
will say further, that the following summer
a Mrs. Miles Guernsey helped to superin
tend the culture ot the early cucumbers
aud peas in Miles Guernsey’s miniature
ioldud his arms arounij«8ho dog ot his heart.
44 No, you don’t,” ho srtouted ; “no you
don’t. I’ve got letters for that dog. J
have got letters lor that dog. I’ve got a
letter for that dog from tho Superintendent
of the divisiou. This dog goes with me.”
And he danced up aud down the plat
form with excitemeut, while the brakeman
helped his bride on to the train, and then
the youug husband followed, cliugiug to
that precious dog.
But wlieu tho party came back from
the sleeper, then there was a scene. The
porter looked at the dog uneasily, and
said he 44 allowed it was kind of ouregular
to tin dogs into de parlor cars.”
Whatever misgivings he may have had
ou the subject were speedily cleared by a
passenger, a testy old gentleman with a
hack as broad as a country atlas, and a
breath so short that he breathed three
times iu speaking a word of two syllables,
au old gent with the baldest head that
ever mocked hair oil, a head with a fringe
of upright, bristly hair all arouud it.
His bare feet spread outou the floor, liis
suspenders dangled down behind him, his
fat face glowed with rage, and' lie roared
out to the porter:
“Out with that dog. No dogs sleep
where I do. I ain’t used to it; I won’t
have it. Trundle him out.”
“Holdon, there,” cried the confident
husband, “ I’ve got letters ”
“Blast your letters,” roared the old par
ty. “The whole United States Post Office
Department can’t crowd a dog in on us.
Tell you, young mau, it aiil’t right, it ain’t
decent, aud, hy gum, it ain’t sate. Body
of a man in the baggage car, now on this
very train, that was bit by a lap dog, two
weeks ago, while he was asleep, aud died
just eleven days afterward. Country’s fuir
of mad dogs.”
This was a lie about the dead man, but
it woke everybody jip in the car, set all
the women to screaming and armed pub
lic sentiment against tho dog.
“ But I tell you tho dog is not mad,” per
sisted thb owner, 44 and he’ll have to stay
in here. I have letters from the Superin
tendon 4 ; oTthe d
•A tweeter *ong than e’er waft wiug
A not* of cheer from Chri
List! a* it vibrates full aneftreo*
O grieving heart, “Come uuto Me.”
O wise provision, sweet com mm3.
Vouchsafed the weak and weary,
A friend to ffnd ou either hand, *
A light fonprosju'ct dreary.
A friend who knows our bitter need,
Of each endeavor taking heed ;
\Y ho calls to every soul opprest,
4 ‘ Come unto Me ; HI give you re^t.”
“ Coruc unto Me.*’ The way’s not long,
liis hands are stretched to meet thee;
Now still thy sobbing, list thb song
Which everywhere shall greet tint 4 .
Here at His feet your burden lay,
Why ’ncath it bend another day,
Since One so loving calls to thee,
“Oh! heavy laden, come unto me?”
A sweeter song than e’er was sung
By poet, priest or sages,
A song which through all Heaven has rung
And down through all the ages.
How cau wo turn from such n strain,
Or longer wait to ease our pain ?
Oh! draw us closer, Lord, that wo
May find our sweetest rest in Thee.
mt!” roared the
SdiPlIe stood shivering .around tho Cen
tral Market, a drop of ram finding its way
down his spinal column now and then. Ho
recognized the fact that the season had
closed and that sleeping under sheds had
become cold and monotonous. “I’ve to.
ay out plans for the winter,” he was heard
musing, as lie dived into his pockets. “ I’m
kinder ’fraid that the public are sick of
grasshopper and lire sufferers, and 1 know
they are up to the snuff on the dodge of
the clergyman driven out of Arkansas by
the Ku-Klux. Let’s see, I might ho a Rus
sian or a Turkish exile hut I can’t talk tho
language. 1 might be a settler driven out
of Idaho by the Injuns, but the war is
ended. Al! these kerosene aud gunpowder
accidents are. old; tho public don’t earo
any more who gets hurt on railroads, aud
my eyes are too good to play off blind.
’Nother hand-organ wouldn’t pay, the chest
nut business is too cold, and folks won’t
buy any more toothache core. Hang it,
all the dodges are" played, and here I am
as hungry as a wolf, and clothes all gone.
, It looks as if the day wasn’t far off wheif
we’ll all hare to go to work aud wear oiu*-
es down to the bone to .get a living.^’
mod tho y6uug
but he can’t stay
“But, my dear sir/
“ Don’t want to hear nothing,” yelled the
fat man. “I don’t travel with a menag
erie. Nobody wants your dog in here.”
“No. Nobody! Nobody wants him!”
came iu hearty fearless chorus from the
other berths, the chorus carefully and
modestly Keeping itself out of sight, so as
not to detract from the power of the solo
who was gasping out the most terrific de
nunciations of all dogs in general, and es
pecially this one particular dog.
“ But, my dog,” the youug man would
44 Devil take your dog, sir,” the old pas
senger would gasp. “ What is your dog
or any man’s dog to my comfort. I say 1
shan’t sleep with him in this car. He
can’t stay here.”
Well, the upshot of it was, the dog had
to emigrate into a day coach, and it is a
gospel fact, that that man, just married,
with the prettiest bride that has been seen
tliis country (since eight years ago)
didu’t, know whether to sit in the day
coach and hold his dog all night or stay
back in the sleeper with his wife. He trot
ted in and out from one ear to the other
until nearly midnight, keeping everybody
in a fidget.
vegetable garden, and that a number of
rose-bushes found their way across the
daisy-spangled meadow and over t'.e fence
to the border of the neatly kept lawn
wee baby girl tumbled about uureproved
with Waif as a constant companion and
Mary Aim, the cat, as an occasional visitor,
And I will still farther say that the next
Christmas there was a grandma in tho
house, and a grandsou with his mother
light brown hair aud his father’s dark eyes,
and the most abject slave to both little
oues was Mike, the 44 widdy man.”
THINGS THAT OUGHT NEVER TO BE.
There’s a groat liffiuy tliiotrs that have been tloue iu this
self by, drinking too much, amt “.specially
regretted the injury it brought to the soUrt
ety at Sharon. So one morning he stepped
over to Brother Crump’s and found tho
old man in a doze in t he little porch.
44 Won’t you take a dram ?’’ asked Broth
er Crump, as soon as he was made aware
of the presence of liis neighbor.
44 Why, yes. I’m not agin a dram when a
body wants it.”
Brot h t Crump got liis bottle, and he and
his friend took a dram apiece.
44 Don’t you think, Brother Noel,” said
Crump, 44 that sperits is a blessing?”
“ Yes,” replied Noel, “ spirits is a bless
ing that some of us abuses.”
44 Well, now, Brother Noel, who do you
think abuses the blessing?”
44 Well, it is hard to say—but people
talk—don’t you drink a little too much,
Brother Crump ?”
“ It is hard to say,” returned Crump,
“ sometimes I have thought I was drink
ing too much, and «giu I’d’think maybe
not. What is man ? A weak worruni of
the dust! So I left it for the Lord to say
whether I was goiu’too far in sperits. I
put tho whole ’sponsihiiityon him ; i pray
ed ef I was drinkin’ too much for him to
take away my appetite for sperits. I’ve
prayed that prayer three times, and lie
baiu’t done it. So I’m clear of the ’spoil
s'! liili tv, any way.”
You’ll Duel it so hard to believe;
A great many born are quite good of their kind,
While some seem but made to deceive.
If your attention you'll lend for a moment or so,
The theme of my song you will see,
My object I’m sure will please oue aud all.
Of thiugs that ought not to l»e.
Our youug ladies now wear a comical dress,
Blown np like a bladder behind;
Madame Fashion ordains it should fit tight in front,
With a balloon and clothes-prop combined.
On the top of their heads a long steeple they wear,
’Tls a mountain of black hair to see;
Should it ever fall over they’d never get up;
It’s a thiug that ought never to 1m;.
I have known a poor girl trudging home from her work,
As by some rich top elie would run.
Proclaim the attention of some passer-by
From this ape iu the form of a man.
I’ve seen gallant sailors aud soldiers also,
Who were wounded by land and sea,
Turning round a hand organ, the picture of woe;
It’s a thiug tliat ought never to be.
When a poor man Is arrested for stealing a loaf
Ilia pale, starving family to save,
He’ll go for a year, with hard labor, I’m told,
While Ida children may go to the grave.
Rut let a swell steal by millions, or else rob a bank,
With the mouey he soon will In; free ;
They’ll imprison tbe poor mau, while the rich live at ease;
It’s a thing that ought never to lie.
..The lesson was the parable about the
tares and the wheat, and the lather asked
the sou : 44 What is a tare ?”
44 You had ’em 1”
44 Johnny, what do you mean ?” asked
the anxious parent.
“ Why, last week when you didn’t come
for three days,” said Johnny, “I heard
mother tell aunt Susan that you wpre ou a
Sohnny was immediately sent off to
..“My Lord, we find the man who stole
tho mare not guilty,” said the foreman of
a Welsh jury when giviug in the verdict.
44 Fight it Out.”
A story is told of a daughter of a promi
nent person uow in the lecture field which
is peculiarly interesting aud suggestive of
unconscious wisdom. A gentleman was
invited to tho lecturer’s house to tea. Im
mediately ou being.seated at the table the
littlo girl-astouished tho family circle aud
guest by the abrupt question:
44 Where is your wife t”
Now the gentleman, having beeu recent
ly separated from tho partner of his life,
was taken so completely by surprise that
lie stammered forth the truth:
44 1 don’t know.”
“ Don’t know 1” replied the enfant terri
ble. “ Why don’t you know ?”
Finding Chat tho child persisted in her
interrogatories, despite tho mild reproof
of her parents, hu concluded to make a
clean breast of tho matter and have it over
at ouce. So ho said with a calmness
which was the result of inward expletives;
jgpAu Eastern editor says a man iu
Now York got himself into trouble by mar
ry iug two wives. A Northern editor re
plies hy saving he knew a number ot men
who bad got into trouble hy marrying one.
A Southern editor retorts hy saying he
knows of some who got into trouble by
merely promising to marry without goiug
any further. A Western editor closes up
the list by saying that a friend of his got
into trouble enough by being found with
another man’s wife.
Cure for Poison-
Taka a heaping teaspoonful of common
salt aud as much ground mustard, stirtheol
in a cup ot warm water and driuk'qnickly- ”\
This preparation will have hardly reachiaft,,,
the stomach before it returns, bringing
with it tho cause of the trouble. .iLest
any remnant of the poison remain, let- the
white of au egg or a teacup of strong cbtr . -
foe oe swallowed as soon as the stomaoh .
is quiet, because those very common ftriyfcg.
tides nullify a larger uumber of virulent’
poisous than almost any medicine.
Epit is related of a hero in Scottish ilia- f -
tory, that when au ovewhelming force was ‘Tf
iu full pursuit, aud ail his followers were
urging hint to more rapid flight,jho coolly -■
dismounted in order to repair a flaw iu his
horse’s harness. While busied with the *
broken buckle, the distaut cloud swept
down iu nearer thunder, hut just as the
prancing hoofs and eager spears were
ready to dash down upon him, the flaw
was repaired, the clasp was fastened, the
steeu was in.muted aud like-a sweeping-
falcon ho vanished from their view. The.
broken buck to would have left him au . ,
inglorious prisoner; the timely delay sept .
him in safety to bia.buzziug comrades.
There is iu daily life the same, luckless
precipitancy, and thb samo profitable de
lay. The mau who, frofe his prayerless
awakening, bounces 1 off into the buSi'sess
ot the day, however good his takuits or.