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Memory Haunted.
fe lam haunted., daily haunted,
F By the memory of a face
Wearing smiles that robbed the sunshine
Os its most bewitching grace—
By a voice that thrills me strangely,
And the glow of sunny eyes
That had caught the gleam of brooklets
And the bliss of summer skies;
It may be a subtle fancy,
It may be a titful dream,
Like as flash the running ripples
On some sunlit, shining stream,
Yes, somewhere I sure have seen it,
This mysterious mimic face,
And the image, still I dream it,
Vision of seraphic grace.
J am haunted, nightly haunted,
By a memory so sweet,
Os the touch of hands like lilies,'
Pr And the tread of fairy feet.
By those eyes, brown and resplendent,
By that wealth of nut-brown hair,
By that look so pure and saintly,
And that sweet, unconscious air;
It hath stirred me with such pain
That my aching heart hath bled,
And I seem to hear again
Voices of the lover, long dead.
Little hands, your work is over!
Fairy feet, your toil is done!
Sweet, bright life, your mission ends
W ith its morning just begun.
I am haunted, weirdly haunted, '
By the dripping of the rain,
Waking mournful, dirge-like music
And a requiem its refrain.
I am haunted by the rustling
Os the leaves about my door,
And a ceaseless, low-voiced murmur,
“She’s a saint on heaven's shore!”
Still, her face is ever near me,
Let me wander where I will,
And her brown hair floats around me,
And her brown eyes haunt me still!
Now her form is winging nearer,
And it seems some saintly shrine
Shining brighter, beaming clearer,
With its seraph face divine.
—[Luther G. Riggs.
SHE TOOK HIM.
Lloyd Stansbury, landlord of the
Union hotel at Galesburg, 111., smelt a
rat, and when so sensative a nostril as
Lloyd Stansbury’s was offended all
Galesburg knew that the rat must exist,
says the Chicago Tribune correspondent.
Mr. Stansbury first smelt it when his
omnibus came rumbling in from the sta
tion last Thursday morning. He smelt
it when a dark-haired lady, not unpre
possessing, stepped from the omnibus
and demanded a room.
“What do you take her to be?” asked
Lloyd Stansbury of his colored driver.
“Dunno,” replied that veteran, who
had long since ceased to trouble himself
about his passengers.
“What do you say to her being a cir
cus rider?’’ pursued the landlord.
“Mebbe,” returned the Jehu.
“Or a clairvoyant?"
“Mebbe.”
“Or an Indian doctress?”
“Mebbe.”
Mr. Stansbury could draw no con
jectures from the colored driver; and,
-having assigned a room to the passen
ger, he cocked his hat more awry than
‘ 'usual and, seating himself by the stove,
fell into gloomy rumination. “What's
the matter with Lloyd?” asked the
frequenters of the place. There was
something in Mr. Stansbury’s air which
•forbade a closer inquiry.
It was late Tuesday evening when a
•[ sandy-haired and somewhat limp indi
* ‘yidual, who had a trick of drum
\ ming with his fingers on his chin, en
’• tered the hotel and wrote his name on
the register as “Allan Thurman, At
wood, Kan." He looked nervously over
the other names in the register, and,
saying “I—l—in short, a lady will be
here to-night or to-morrow morning,”
beat a devil’s tattoo upon bis chin and
retreated to his room. There were peo
ple in the place who remembered him.
‘Tie used to be a farmer about twelve
miles from here.” said Mr. Stansbury,
“and he is related to Senator Thurman.”
Next morning a gentleman connected
with the Atchison, Topeka and Santa
Fe railroad was ensased on the hotel
stoop in a lively financial discussion
w ith Lis laborers when the sandy-haired
stranger approached him.
“Pardon me, sir,” said the stranger,
drumming on his chin more vigorously
than ever, “but were you ever mar
ried?”
“Never, sir,” said the railroad man.
“Then, perhaps, you will be inter
ested to know,” said Mr. Thurman,
“that lam to be married this after
noon.”
The railroad man’s face seemed to say
that he wished Mr. Thurman was going
to be hanged that afternoon. But he
restrained himself and asked, “ Who is
the happy fair?”
“ She is staying at this hotel,” re
plied the prospective bridegroom.
“Iler name is Amanda Hunt. She
comes from Columbus, Ohio. lam dy
ing to see what she is like.”
“ What,” retorted the railroad man,
“ have you never seen the woman you
( are going to marry?”
“Never, sir,” replied Mr. Thurman,
as though shocked at the insinuation.
“Then how in thunder did you know
her?”
“By correspondence. She advertised
in the papers for a husband. Her sister
was living at Atwood, Kan., where I
have a drug store. Her sister gave me
a photograph. It was the photograph
of a brunette. I adore brunettes. It
displayed a well moulded figure. I
worship well moulded figures. It
showed a woman of matured age. I
hate your little chits.”
At 11 o’clock Mr. Thurman badc
Frank, the colored porter, to go to Miss
Hunt’s room and tell her that the gen
tleman from Atwood was waiting
below.
“Well,” said Frank, as he afterward
told the story with infinite relish, “she
was all in a flutter, and she says:
‘Porter,’ says she, ‘show the gemman
into the parlor.’ And I took him up,
a-drummin’ away upon his chin and
a-castin’ his eyes down on the carpet,
and she rises from the sofy, and throws
her eyes up to the ceilin’, and clasps
her hands together, like that. And the
gemman he says, as nervous as can be,
‘Miss Hunt, I believe,’ says he. And
she replies, ‘My own! My beloved!
The ideal of my soul!’ And I’m blest
if they didn’t fall into each other’s
arms. Lord! Lord! how those people
did hug.”
Mr. Allan Thurman and his Amanda
sat lovingly side by side. She was ro
mantic and gushing; he was a little
frightened.
“My Allan,” she said, “the Allan of
my dreams. How' blissful to taste the
joys of married life.”
“Os course,” said Allan. “But I have
tasted them before. I am a widower.”
“A widower?”
“I have three children.”
“Three children!”
“You will be their mother, Aman
da.”
Amanda seemed disconcerted. Still
she hid her chagrin. “We will be very
happy at Atwood,” she said, after a
pause. “We will go to theatres and
balls and be as gay as possible.”
“Theatres, balls!” cried Mr. Thur
man. “Atwood, my dear Amanda, is a
place of five hundred inhabitants. I
| am the only druggist in the place.”
Amanda’s countenance fell again.
I Once more, however, the spirit of ro-
: mance prevailed.
“No, matter,” she sail. “Love is
enough. O, Allan, do you love me as
you said in your letters? Am I still
your tootsey wootsey?”
“I have forgotten your exact phrase-
I olo"v,” replied Mr. Thurman, “but I
’ am here to carry out my bargain.”
The bell was rung and a clergyman
was summoned. The Rev. A. R. Thain
[ answered the call. Mr. Stansbury
1 bustled about, arranging the parlor for
the ceremony. The Atchison man
offered to act as groomsman; and the
■ fourteen waiting girls of the hotel were
i deputed to be bridesmaids. With the
tact for which he is famous Mr. Stans
bury hung two appropriate pictures over
the piano. One represented a Ger
man huntsman kneeling at the feet of
. his Gretchen. This was entitle! “The
| Courtship.” The other portrayed
i Getchen and her huntsman in a railway
car, eagerly reading r. newspaper para
graph. This was entitled “The News
I of the Wedding.”
The ceremony was short. The clergy
man asked the contracting parties if
they were of age. Mi»s Hunt seemed a
SAVANNAH, GA., SATURDAY. APRIL 14.1888.
little doubtful until the waiting girls
began to titter. Mr. Thurman, being
under the eye of the Atchison man, had
no doubts whatever. Then Mr. Stans
bury rose and congratulated the bride.
“You’re a lucky woman,” he said.
“Well, I’m not quite so sure,” said
she.
Mr. Thurman said nothing. He busied
himself with preparations for the jour
ney to Atwood. All the towmspeople
came in to peep at the married couple.
Mr. Stansbury's selection of the pictures
was very much applauded.
“It's lucky,” said he, “thatl didn’t
hang the two companion pictures.”
“What are they ?”
“One is called ‘Married in Haste.’”
“And the other?”
“ ‘Repenting at Leisure.’”
A Cheese Romance.
Some tw’o years ago a young man,
now a student of our high school was
stirring curds in an Asford cheese fac
tory. Knowing that the products of
the factory went directly to Europe,
and feeling a curiosity to know under
what skies his beautiful cheeses were
cut, and who the consumers were, he
corked up in a dainty bottle a message
requesting the finder to write him at
Ashford and put the bottle into the
curds, which were pressed, cured and in
due time sent to Liverpool.
Weeks passed and no return. The
tender grass in the pastures grew wiry
and tough, the nipping frosts had
browned the fields, and the milk yield
was sadly waning, when one day in
October an answer came. How it glad
dened the heart of the long-waiting ar
tist in curds and sonnets! The message
came from York, England. It was
written by a young lady of that place,
who found the bottle in the cheese, and
at first took it for a Fenian bomb. A
regular correspondence followed be
tween the parties. Later on the lady
“crossed the seas” to make an American
tour, and she met in Buffalo, according
to appointment, for the first time in her
life the hero of the cheese episode. The
lady went to Springville with her
friend, and is now his guest. The
question which agitates, the town now
is, what will come of it?—-[Buffalo Ex
press.
An Indiana Outlay.
“Bill” Gregory, the greatest outlaw
Indiana ever produced, was recently ar
rested for robbery at Terre Haute, but is
now free again, as there was notsuflicient
evidence to convict him. Gregory has a
remarkable career. For fifteen years he
has been the leader in hundreds of bur
glaries perpetrated in the Hoosier state,
but has served only one short term in
prison. Twenty-three of his accom
plices are now serving terms in various
prisons throughout the country. There
is hardly a crime known to man which
Gregory has not committed. lie has
been a persevering train robber, a sneak
thief, a housebreaker, a kidnapper and
various other things equally bad.
The Origin of a Sign.
The three balls of the pawnbroker are
the most persistent of the signs of trade.
It, however, was not descriptive of any
branch of that business, but merely
happened to be the coat-of-arms of the
princely family of money lenders who
monopolized the business in Lombardy,
and whose subjects introduced it into
England. This was the historic family
of Medici. Their crest of the three
golden balls, it is supposed, was derived
from three golden pills used as a pro
fessional sign by some progenitor of the
family who practiced the healing art.
However that may be, no one now who
lends money would consider his shop
properly equipped without that sign.—
[Graphic.
Pa’s Assistance.
“Remember, my boy,” said Uncle
James, as he gave Bobby a coin, “that
if you take care of the pennies the dol
lars will take care of themselves.”
Bobby looked a trifle dubious.
“I do take care of the pennies,” ht>
replied, “but as soon as they get to be
dollars pa tikes care of ’em.”—[New
York Sun.
CANNED GOODS.
History and Progress of this
Great American Industry.
The Boom a Continental War
Would Make in the Trade.
The armies of England and Franco
are fed now very largely on American
beef in cans. If the armies are increased
and the productive forces of the two
countries are impaired by reason of a
war, the trade will assume greater pro
portions than ever. The proportions
now are staggering. From Chicago
alone long trains of cars leave daily for
the east, each car holding ten tons of
canned beef. When a “beef critter” is
slain about one-third of him is valuable
to the butchers who deal in fresh meat.
The parts, however, that are * least
salable go into the cans. Plates, bris
kets, jowls, cuts and occasionally the
entire carcass of a cow all go to make
up the canned beef supply. The much
abused Texas steer, when ho is too
tough for the fresh-meat butcher, gen
erally finds his way into the cans.
Tlfc scientists are continually investi
gating the canned meat, and not infre
quently find new and startling poisons
of the most virulent character. Any
one of the atoms, according to scientific
analysis, is deadly enough to destroy a
regiment, and it seems strange, from a
chemical point of view, that anybody
remains alive after eating this danger
ous food. As a matter of fact, however,
millions of people have been eating it
for years, and there is no well authenti
cated case of injury arising from the use
of canned beef unless the beef had been
injured in some way after the can was
opened.
Beef, however, and the standard vege
tables are the great staples that form a
very considerable fraction of the ocean
carrying trade. The beef trade alone is
big enough and important enough to
justify the writing of many books
about it.
Everybody knows how the business
began. In 1820, M. Appert, a scientif
ic Frenchman, knowing the chemical
fact that cooked food could bo kept
from decomposition if the air were kept
from it, patented a method of packing
such food in glass. Not much was done
on his patents, however, and it was
fifteen or twenty years later when an
English firm began packing meat in tin
as a regular article of commerce. Their
processes, however, were crude com
pared with those of to-day, and it re
mained for American skill to perfect the
wqrk within the last dozen years. This
has been done, and now almost every
article of perishable food is hermetically
packed in tin for preservation and trans
portation to the time and place in which
it is to be used.
You can buy [canvas-back ducks in
cans. Corned beef, plum-puddings,
shrimps, baked beans, fowls, fish, cur
ried foods, soups and roast beef, in
short almost everything good to eat can
be and is done up in portable shape, so
that it can be taken to Bombay or Lap
land without deteriorating in quality.
To return to the beef, however, it
may be said roughly that about one
half of a good animal is canned and
one-half used fresh. Perhaps two hun
dredweight, on an average, of tile
cooked meat from a single animal goes
into the cans, so that each car-load of
canned meat that comes east contains
portions of a hundred beasts. This is
only an estimate, but it is a fair one.
M hen it is remembered that there arc
many thousands of these car-loads an
nually, and that steamers and sailing
vessels are constantly scattering the
contents all over the globe, the im
portance of the tin can becomes appar
ent. It has opened an avenue for the
profitable disposal of one o! the princi
pal food products of the world. De
spised only a few years ago as a thing
only fit to be cast out and trodden under
foot of man and devoured by goats, the
humble can has brought millions of
specie into our nation’s coffers and car
ried good food to many other nations.—
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< 50 cents Three Months; Single Copies
( 5 cent*' -In Advance.
W ‘EARLS OF THOUGHT,
Pride costs more than hunger, thirst
and cold.
Never spend your money before you
have it.
Pray for a short memory as to all un
kindness.
Never trouble another for what you
can do yourself.
Never buy what you do not want be
cause it is cheap.
Do not talk of your private, personal
or family matters.
Give your tongue more holidays than
your hands or eyes.
Suffeting is the surest way of making
us true to ourselves.
Cultivate forbearance until your heart
yields a fine crop of it.
Examine into your own short-cominga
rather than those of others.
Act as if you expected to live 100
years but might die to-morrow.
Conviction, were it never so excellent*
is worthless till it convert itself into
conduct.
Put this restriction on your pleasures.
Be cautious that they injure no being
which has life.
Education is a good thing when it
doosnot directly unfit a man for work
ing for a living.
There are hours when the most
trifling annoyance assumes the proportion
of a catastrophe.
Men who cover themselves with
glory sometimes find that they are, alter
all, very thinly clad.
Better it is to have one pair of trou
sers with money in the pockets than two
pairs with empty pockets.
Borno men look at the sky only to
forecast the weather,sec more beauty in
n dollar than in abo I of flowers, and
will hear the crow in a cornfield quicker
than tho lark in the air.
A Miniature Egg Within an Egg.
A few days ago one of tho girls at the
lunatic asylum removed two eggs from a
dish which she proposed to use in mak
ing cake. As they were “shop eggs”
she thought it well to drop tho contents
singly into a cup that their purity
might be assured. Taking up one, tho
first one, she broke the shell with a
knife and allowed the contents to fall
into a cup. On reaching the bottom of
the cup there was a distinct, audible
click, whereupon she examined the egg,
and found embedded in the yolk a solid
substance resembling a white stone the
size of a robin’s egg.
It was taken out of tho mass and
found to be a perfectly formed minia
ture hen’s egg. Tho only other peculiar
feature besides tho size was a roughness
of the shell. There are upon the sur
face several .modular protuberances,
differing considerably in size and.
form. This appears an incredi
ble story, and at least suggests ‘
some fallacy. About tho existence of
the little egg all doubt can be easily
removed, because it is preserved and
will show for itself; and in regard to
the possibility of it getting into the cup
and the yolk of egg from without this
could not. hardly have happened under
the circumstances.
The Resurrection Plant.
This singular plant is really one ot
the wonders of creation. Imagine a
bunch of withered looking, curled up
shoots, brown, stiff, and apparently
dead, resembling a bird’s nest. Place
it in water, in half an hour what a
transformation! The withered looking
bunch lias now opened and is trans
formed into a lovely patch of moss, en
tirely covering an ordinary plate. In
its native habitat, when the dry season
sets in, the plant curls up into a rouud
ball ami is wafted away by winds from
place to place, sometimes for hundreds
of miles; when at last it reaches a moist 3
spot it gradually unfolds itself, inakw a
new roots and thrives in its new found
home. This sensitiveness to moisture
is so great that even after tho plant i
m <y seem dead it will open and close as
if it were alive.
NO. 26.