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'jiivnnnnh tribune. Published by the Tamura Publishtex Oo.) J. H. DKVEAUX. Mjlmaom* > VOL. 111. Uncle Seth and Emerson. A man named Em'son, so they say, Got off a party phrase one day, About a chap—l don’t know who— Who “builded better than he knew.” In spite of Em’scn, now, I swan He was built on a cur’us plan, Accordin’ to a strange idee That don’t at all resemble me: In spite of all that I can do I’ve builded worser than I knew. I was a young and lazy lout, But had my palace all planned out; Its beauties never can be told— Rosewood, mahogany and gold; I tell you ’twas a sight to see, With all its gilt an’ filagree; But my real house scarce stops the rain, An’ has an old hat in the pane; I did the best that I could do, But builded worser than I knew. • I used to build my stately ships An’ launch ’em grandly from the slips, An’ in my dreams did oft behold Their freight of ivory an' gold, Oh, they swep’ gran’ly roun’ the Horn, An’ rode the ivhun like a swan; But the real skip I set afloat Was nothin’ but a leaky boat, Without the scan test thread er sail— I bale it with an old tin pail; But for a fishin’ smack twill do— I builded worser than I knew. Yes, Mr. Em'son, very few, Have builded better than they knew; ’Tis ten to one, how e’er we watch, We’ll make a bungle an’ a botch. It ain’t because I don’t know how, But my han’ trembles so, I swow, An my eye squints so bad, I vum, I cannot set the timbers plumb; An’ so it is my life all thro’— I’ve builded worser than I knew. [S. W. Foss in Tid-Bits. An Inventor’s Romance. My father was the master machinist in the railroad shop at Summerville. Our home was unpretentious, though comfortable. My brother and I were impressed with the idea that the height of man’s ambition was attained when he became a master mechanic. Having been graduated from school at 14, I was ambitious to enter the Summerville Academy, where the higher branches were taught and young men were prepared for college. My father could not afford it, as he had six mouths to fill, and very capacious mouths they were, to judge by the rapidity with which they emptied the flour barrel. I was quite a favorite with the principal of the village school, and he recommend ed me to Mr. Kemble, principal of the academy, who wanted a boy around the place to make himself generally useful, for which he got tuition free. I was soon installed as general utility at the academy. Charley Rawson and I formed the primary Latin class, and we quickly became fast friends. Charley and his sister had been left orphans at a tender age, and were adopted by a childless uncle, whose wealth was to revert to them. I envied his advantage in having Judge Rawson to assist him when he got stuck in his translations. Night after night I plodded along unaided— “ Romulus (Romulus) primus (first) do coit (taught) Italos (the Italians) agri culturam (agriculture).” And my solicitous ma often threatened to ap prentice me to an agriculturist if 1 didn’t go to bed. But I managed to keep pace with my chum. My holidays I spent with Charley, making raids on his uncle’s potato bin after tig tubers to roast on the river bank, or in fi-hing. berrying or nutting. In these latter excursions there was fre quently a third party, my little friend's sister Jennie, a joyous tomboy of 15. who could run a race or jump a fence with cither of ui. After a year of my academic experience, I was rapidly coming to understand the breach that divided us socially, and raved more or less at a fate that* ha I thrust me upon the world without a silver spoon in my mouth. At the end of two years in the acad emy, 1 concluded it was time for me to go to work. Before the close of the summer vacation I applied to the fore man of the machine shop for a situation, and surprised my father one day when I informed him that I should be off to the ship with him next morning. Well, I put iu five years »t the trade, and at 21 had a good knowledge of it. Mean while death had been reaping a harvest in the old home, and it was now broken up. I came to New York City, and se cured a foremanship in Munzel’s shop. I now turned my attention to invent ing an improvement on the system of packing boxes on the axles of car wheels. With that problem solved, I knew that a cool SIOO,OOO awaited me from a syndicate of leading railroads of the country. For five years I devoted all my spare time to studying and ex perimenting. If possible, I determined to find a device that would supplant the oil and cotton waste, and that would overcome what engineers fear in the ‘•hot box.” IL / While at the academy I had been a welcome guest at Charley Rawson’s. His uncle and aunt were indulgent, and Jennie and he and I might turn the house upside down for all they cared. Constantly thrown in Jennie’s company, the result was that I fell head over cars in first love, and after I had gone to work I hung around the place evenings like a spectre, in the hope of encounter ing her. We were good friends, and with my first week’s wages I bought her a box of perfumery—three little bottles of different flavors nestling in the blue silk lining. Some months after I had left school Charley informed me that his uncle had decided to send him to Princeton, from which mstitqiion, by the way, he was graduated in time. He then entered the law office of Pearson A Co., in Phila delphia, became a successful lawyer got married, and was recently selected county judge at Summerville. The week following Charley’s de parture Jennie was bundled off to a young ladies’ seminary near the Quaker City,, to get polished in French, music, and painting. Before her departure we had a long interview on the river bank, where we had so often romped and played. Jennie promised that she would write me a long letter every fort night. For a whole year she wrote regularly, and as the time rolled by, her letters seemed to grow in affectionate assurances. At the end of that time Jennie came home to spend vacation. I called on her, and was received with the same artless, unaffected greeting of a year before. It is unnecessary to remark that Jennie had other admirers in her own set, and some of them treated the young fellow from the machine shop in a rather dis dainful manner. I was over sensitive, I suppose, but I swallowed my chagrin like a soldier. Jennie’s young lady friends who had big brothers ambit' jus to bask in her smiles, were not slow to express their surprise at my temerity. The aunt became alarmed and con cluded it was about time to step in and prevent a mesalliance. Instead of Jen nie, the aristocratic old dame received me in the parlor one evening, and in a mild but firm tone intimated that my absence in the future from the Rawson mansion would be highly appreciated. I took the hint, but I met Jennie before she returned to school. Between her sobs she told me that both her uncle and aunt had reminded her that she was a young lady now; that she should look among her own circle for young gentlemen acquaintances, and, further, that unless she cut all communication with me th *y would cut her off with a dollar. As a dutiful ward she had promised to obey. IV) exchanged little mementoes at parting and I returned to the lathe. One year ago I perf' cted my device, which has been tested on several roads. Competent critics pronounced it a suc cess, and six months ago, in a compli mentary letter signed by several rail road presidents, 1 was informed that 1 would find a certified check payable to my order in the trust company’s office, as they ha 1 decided to adopt my improvement. HI. In the past seven or eight years J have met many charming and agreeable girls, any one of whom would no doubt have made an excellent wife; bid the ihiuiow of the joyous, coquettish Jennie always SAVANNAH, GA., SATURDAY, APRIL 21,1888. intervened and seemed to whisper through the mist, “Wait for me, Tom.” Having made a profitable investment of my suddenly-acquired fortune I de termined to visit Summerville. I put up at the best hostelry, which was not a very pretentious establishment. I called on my old friends at the machine shop and one of them, who always knew about the movements of every body in the village, I invited to come to my hotel as I wanted to see him par ticularly. After hearing all the gossip about the folks we knew I ventured the query whether he ever saw Miss Raw son. I was delighted to hear that she was still unmarried ; not surprised that she was the belle of the town; not very sorry to hear that her uncle and aunt were dead. He assured me also that Jennie jived in the old mansion accom panied only by a couple of servants, and that she devoted much of her time to caring for the half-dozen poor families of the place. Os course all the beaus had consigned her to the shelf among the old maids. I had determined to see her, and now I should discover whether memory of me had au’ht to do with her celibacy, I would not buy her love by telling her of my good fortune, and if she accepted me it must be as Tom Harrington, the poor mechanic. The next evening found me on the familiar doorstep. A strange servant ushered me into the parlor and took my card to Miss Rawson. I had not long to wait when there swept into the parlor my little Jennie, who had, in deed, developed into a peerless woman. I was embarrassed only for a second, for with both hands held out she greeted me in her old simple style: “Whyy Mr. Harrington, I’m delighted to see you.” I could only seize her plump little hands in mine and kiss them. After some commonplace chat Jennie demurely remarked that she hardly expected the honor of a visit from me. I could only stammer out in an inco herent sort of way: “Miss Rawson, since the day we parted you have never been absent from my thoughts. But I realized the gulf that separated us, and tried hard to forget. It was no use; the passion grew with years, and the longing to see you so possessed me of late that I could not resist the impulse to come to Summerville. Only upon my arrival here did I learn that you were your own mistress; that you were still unwedded, and I hoped to learn also that your heart was still your own.” “It is not my own, Mr. Harrington. I lost it years ago, and so have refused many tempting offers of marriage. It is locked up in a little box and 1 have lost the key.” “Perhaps," I hesitatingly suggested, “I might be able to open this mysterious box.” "We shall see,” replied Jennie; and leaving the room for a moment she quickly returned with a package, which she carefully unfolded, and presently revealed the silk-lined perfumery box that 1 had so proudly presented to her on the strength of my first week’s earn ings. “Jennie, are you willing to risk the critici-m of village gossips, and accept your old lover of the machine -hop’” ‘•fam, Tom, and will gladly share my wca.th with you.” “I have tested you, Jennie, and your heart has the true ring. You have ac cepted me without a dollar. But I have not been iHe all these years. I have a comfortable fortune equal to your own to share with you. the result of laborious stu ly,aided possibly by a little genius.” I) .ring tire Christmas holidays there occurred at an uptown church a pretty wedding, with a limited number of guests, and on a cross street that leads j to Central Park, Mr. Harrington and wife may be found in a delightful j homo on their return from Florida where they are enjoying a protracted honeymoon.- ,N w York Sun. The reading of romances will always be the favorite amu- meat of women; old, they peruse them to recall what llity have es.pt-riencc‘l, young, b> italic- 1 ipato what they wish to experience A Rat-Catching Serpent, Two summers ago we observed one of these small constrictors in an unusual situation. One-half of his body lay ex tended on the roof of a packing house while the other half dropped through a hole, and on the inside its bright eyes watched the antics of several rats which teased it as monkeys arc said to do its bigger brethren. The snake swayed slowly back and forth and twisted its body in graceful curves while the rats scurried around on the beams and gradu ally drew nearer. Suddenly there was a quick swing, the long body dropped downward till only the tail lay on the roof—there was a squsak of agony and the snake pulled a rat from the rafter and its body was swinging back and forth while the rat bit and scratched vigorously, but vainly. Gradually fold after fold was wrapped round the ro dent—then there was alternately a swelling and contraction of the black belt, and the rat gaped and died. For some minutes the snake lay still, as if tc be certain that life was extinct in its prey, and then began to crawl back ward through the hole till part of its body again rested on ths roof. Thon the head and throat unwrapped itself from the body of the rat, a critical ex amination was made, and by twist after twist the prey was rolled back till thero was room lor action. Then it caught the head of the rat in its mouth and swallowed it far enough to take a firm grasp, after which the rat was released from the coils and the snake crept back ward, holding its prey in its jaws, and finished it at its leisure on the roof. — [Palatka (Fla.) News. The Contagion of Yawning. There Iris been an amusing discussion lately in Paris on the subject of hissing at theatres. It is interesting to note that an attempt made in the last cen tury to put a stop to the practice proved a disastrous failure. The edict had h :rdly gone forth, under the auspices of the chief of police, when a first per formance came off. A gentleman who was addicted notoriously to hostile demonstrations was “sandwiched,” by way of precaution, between two agents of law, and soon the curtain arose. Every eye was directed towards the inveterate delinquent; but, to the general surprise, he’ sat still without making a sign. Ere long, however, he began to yawn, and soon the two police men took to yawning in sympathy. Their neighbors unconsciously fol lowed suit, the contagion spread, and in a short time pit, boxes and galleries were yawning as they never yawned before. Even the actors, with their gaze fixed on the public could not resist the example set them; and the unlucky author had the misfortune of hearing his most telling “hits” launched forth amid a perfect chorus of yawns. The embargo against hissing wa® promptly removed, it having been found by experience that a return to th? old system w;«s infinitely preferable to the new one inaugurated by the irrepressible Chevalier de la Molier, who made a perfect specialty of his demonstrations against new plays at the Comedic Fra”.- caisc and had particularly distinguished himself by the uproar he create! at the flr-t appearance of Voltaire’s “Tan credo.”—[St. James Gazette. A Ruth* Awakening. She ha I been rhapsodizing about Browning for nearly an hour to young Mr. Waldo, and as she sat there in the flickering firelight, shading h r eyes with one shapely hand, he thought he had never seen a fairer picture. She was about to go on, when her little brother opened the door. • Penelope," ho .-ai l, “Can t I have some of them cold beans you put away to cat after Mr. Waldo goes home?” New Y rk Sun. Just Like His. “I see a Lutto.de-.s bhirt adveiti- 1 here, John,” said a wife looking up fr hi the paper, “Whit kind of shirt • > that?” “Juit like mm•■,’ was the reply. And the wife resumed her reading. (•1.25 Per Annum; 75 centa for Six Months; < 50 cents Three Month*; Single Oopiss | 5 -In Advanoe, PEARLS OF THOUGHT. The courageous swim, the coward sinks. Judge charitably and act kindly to each other. A wise man is not inquisitive about things impertinent. In order to show your grandeur don’t reduce your fellow-being. Silence is a field which is sowed by one and owned by another. No man can bo provident of his time who is'not prudent in the choice of his company. One good act done to-day is worth a thousand in contemplation for some future time. Whosoever spoaketh of another’s fail ure with pleasure, shall hear of his own with shame. Talents arc best matured in solitude, character is best formed in tho stormy billows of the world. Let friendship gently creep to a height ; if it rushes to it, it may soon run itself out of breath. Manage all your actions and thoughts in such a manner as if you were just going out of tho world. Thinking mon are always critics. There is lut a short stop to take to make a critic a stickler. If one tells you that the world has hardened his heart do not believe him; ■ he was born hard-hearted. Order is tho sanity of the mind, tho health of the body, the peace of the city, tho security of tho state. Many men claim to bo firm in their principles, when really they uro only obstinate in their prejudices. Light as gossamer is the circumstance which can bring enjoyment to the con science which is not its own accuser. Every man has his secret sorrows which tho world knows not; and oftentimes we call man cold when he is only sad. « A Moor’s i’alace in Morocco. It was the. palace of the Moor, Atar, into which wo were invited. Wo stepped from th? cramped and dirty street, incapable, one would havo thought, of even hiding luxury or gran deur, through an unpretentious door way, and found ourselves at once at tho foot of a broad staircase, broader, in deed, th in the street from which it led. We here conducted to tho central patio of the palace, its floor covered with tiles, and its walls with tiles and carved woodwork. Tho Moor left no space undecorated, and, where opportunity * was given his woodwork was painted with endless, changing design and Arabic letter®, so suitable to symmetri- • cal ornamentation. The wives had been dismissed before our entrance and wo saw that this court opened on to their rooms, fitted with divan and couch. Furniture in our sense was entirely want ing with the except! »n of the divans and many mat-; and carpetings, and, in tho women’s apartments, large mirrors. No ■ pictures or portrait adorned th? walls or were found in the carving. The , Koran forbids. lath- maslcFs apart- j meets there was as little, and ra tho balcony overlooking the garden, a divan and tea tray were all that be- ■ tokene I habitation. Hallways led from, these apartments into die long ojxm b thioom with incrule>ides and shallow, running w ter, and before reaching tho ■ garden we found oth< r rooms belonging j to the master, with ojren courts and tow ceili-.gs. All were alike ornamented in graceful co;, v ntio.ial carving and pitt ing and in colored tiles, so familiar in i the Alhambra. These Tetuanesc retain ; the scer?t of their manufacture and can : til re-.r-.luce tbi- prismatic mjt.dlie i ludre < : a u Jcolorcl surface.— [New ] York Tm.es. Taking a Fn-di Start. • ( :r , ” sui I th? old man from the ' h- d the stair'#, “hasYt that young I :i) in yet f • i >.ir daughter isn’t here, sir,” f< - . j rc«|»ouded the young man. “She h at st ppcJiuto tho kitchen to fill and Him the lump." [New York sun.Jn NO. 27.