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VOL. HI.
In An Apple Cellar.
Red, and russet, and yellow,
Lying here in a heap—
Pippins, rounded and mellow; •
Greenings, for winter keep;
Seek-no-furtbers, whose blushing
The soul of a saint would try,
Till his face showed the crimson, flushing
The cheek of a Northern Spy.
Hid from the winter weather,
Safe from the wind and sleet,
Here, in a pile together,
Russet and pippin meet;
And in this dim and dusty
Old cellar they fondly hold
A breath, like the grapes made musty
By the summer’s radiant gold.
Each seems to hold a vagrant
Sunbeam, lost from the sky,
When lily blooms were fragrant
Wells for the butterfly;
And when the snow is flying
What feasts in the hoarded stoi -
Os crimson and yellow, lying
Heaped high on the sandy floor.
Fruitage of bright spring splendor
Os leaf and blossom-time,
That no tropic land can mend, or
Take from this frosty clime —
Fruit from the hearth-stone meeting,
Whose flavor naught can destroy,
How you make my heart's swift beating
Throb with the pulse of a boj- 1
Apples scarlet and golden,
Apples juicy and tart,
Bringing again the olden
Joy to the weary heart.
You send the swift thoughts sweeping,
Through wreckage of time and tears,
To that hidden chamber, keeping
The gladness of youth's bright years.
* —Thomas S. Collier
SLUG NUMBER ELEVEN.
“Never been in a printing office be
fore, I suppose. What woman’s picture
is that over that case, you ask? Why,
that’s Nan. She was Slug 11. Oh, no.
Slug 11 wasn't her nickname. ’Twas her
number. See! here is a
SLUG ELEVEN.
Printers use their slug numbers to mark
W -their matter; else how could they make
'up their strings? A string? Ob, we
paste all our dupes together, and that
makes a string that shows what we we've
done. Here’s my string for the day
regular rope, ain’t it?
“Want to know about Nan, ch? Well,
she was the only female typesetter we
had, and she was a hummer. She could
talk longer and on occasions louder, and
truth compels me to say sharper than—
well, than some girl;. Pretty? Not ex
actly, ju t so-so. Slender, lively, hair
the color of canned salmon, teeth pretty
well justified, and eyes t'aat were usually
blue, but liable to turn green if she got
mad. Boys used to say that if Nan was
going to Paradise she’d be late getting
there; but I never saw nothing bad
about her except, once in a while, her
L tongue. Mister, don’t you get it into
your head that because a girl sets type
£ or works in a factory among a lot ol
> men she can’t be good.
r “To resume my yarn. One day there
came along a handsome young fellow
that we dubbed Mr. Kokuk, because he
came from the town of Kokuk. Nan
- took quite a fancy to him. He and The
Rat were about the only persons in the
. -office that Nan did notice. We
i? called him The Rat because he went
‘ back on us once when we struck. We
took him back out of pity, b u t no one
loved him. Lank, cadaverous, pock
marked, thin-lipped fellow, with eyes
like two holes burnt in a blanket.
“Well, Nan and Mr. Kokuk went to
two or three dances and a circus or two
—we used to get plenty of comps to
such things then—and first we knew
they were engaged. The very next
week we went on a strike again, all ex
cept Nan and The Rat. He
said his wife was dying, and he had
to earn what he coull. It wasn’t
much, because he was a regular black
smith. We call a poor printer a black
smith. Nan’s eyes turned green and she
wouldn’t go because she didn’t want to,
there!'’ About a week after the
> strike began Mr. K Luk and 1 were in a
saloon opposite the block where The Rat’s
folks roomed, and we saw Nun come in
at the family entrance and buy afl >sk of
whiskey. Wc were in there eelcbratinv
the end of the strike. All went back
'text day and late in the evening when
only Mr. Kokuk, Nan and I were left
in the office I heard him go over and
tell Nan he must break oil the engage
ment because she had gone back on the
strikers, but more particularly for the
reason that he would never marry a
woman that bought whiskey by the flask
at a saloon. Nan wheeled about on her
stool, her eyes snapped till the lashes
fairly cracked and she said:
“ ‘You are a little plaster of paris god,
ain’t you. Be careful you don’t tip
over, or you’ll break in two. You
ought to go as a missionary to the can
nibals. You wouldn’t be good eating,
but they ain’t very particular.’
Mr. Kokuk put on his coat and went
away, but after he had gone I went to
lift a handful of type out of a form that
stood near Nan’s case and I saw- that her
eyes were red. Tears as big as rain
drops fell down over her case. She
kept on throwing in type. She tossed
‘a’s’ into the ‘o’ box and com
mas over among the periods, and ‘caps’
down among the lower case letters in a
reckless manner. Every stick full of
type she set up the next day
was so dirty the foreman threatened
to discharge her. What do 1 mean by
dirty? Why, full of mistakes, to be
sure. I knew- the reason and corrected
some of her galleys to help her out. At
the next meeting of our union some one
said that it had been proposed to raise a
fund to bury The Rat’s two children
that had just died that day of scarlet
fever, both on the same day, mind you.
He had buried his wife the week before.
‘He ought to be able to bury his own
dead, he’s been at work right along,’
said some one, and nearly all growled
assent.
‘“Who started the movement to
raise the fund?’ asked I.
“ ‘Nan’, answered the fellow who had
proposed the matter. ‘She headed the
list, She’s about the only friend the
family had. Sat up nights to help take
care of Hit’s wife, who was a mighty
sweet little woman. Bought whiskey
for her when that was all that would
keep the poor woman alive.
“You ought to have seen the expres
sion of .Mr. Kokuk’s face when he heard
this explanation as to why Nan went to
the saloon to get a bottle of whiskey.
‘And when Ra.’s wife died,’ continued
the speaker, ‘and his tw-o children fell
sick, she cared forthem. Worked all
day and sat up nearly all night with
them. I tell you, printing offices
have their devils, but now and then
ange's drop down into them and— ’
“Before he could say any more Mr.
Kokuk sprang up and moved that each
member be assessed §2 to defray the
funeral expenses of Rat's children, and
that as many of the boys as could hire
subs should attend the funeral. Did wo
carry the motion ? Well, rather.
“Nan was the only woman mourner,
and she looked handsome in a cheap
dress of black she had got for the occa
sion. Next day she was back at her
case, and at evening, while she was dis
tributing type, Mr. Kokuk crept up to
her case looking like a whipped spaniel,
and said: ‘Nan, do you know what I
think of you?’
“‘No; and what's more, I don’t
care!’ snapped Nan.
‘“Well, I think you are a saint upon
earth.’
“ ‘Do you know what I think of you ?'
said Nan, knocking about half a hand
ful of matter into pi. ‘I don’t think
anything.’
“Then how Mr. Kokuk did plead for
forgiveness! Nan said not a word for a
long time, but finally she turned about
with a half sneer on her face and said:
‘i’ll jess to see who pays for the tickets
to the theatre to-night.’ To j.-ff is to
play a game with type. Mr. Kokuk got
stuck for the tickets, and I tell you he
was tickled. They went; but they only
saw part of the play. As they were
walking along to the theatre they passed
a parsonage. ‘lsn’t that the maa that
preached the funeral sermon fur The
Rat s children ?' asked Mr. Kokuk.
“ ‘Yes,’ answered Nan.
“ ‘Let's go in and s.-e him,’ said Mr.
Kokuk.
“In they went, and Nan, who is
usually surprised at nothing, was much
SAVANNAH, GA.. SATURDAY. APRIL 28, 18J8.
astonished when Mr. Kokuk asked the
minister to marry them, but she con
sented and they were married, and
when the- minister had reached the end.
of the performance and Mr. Kokuk took
Nan itt his arms and kissed her, what
did she do but drop her head on his
shoulder and*cry! She said it was be
cause she was worn out watching with
The Rat’s folks but I reckon those tears
were tinctured with the compound
essence of joy.
“Say, do you see that kind of
countrified looking fellow with a
slouch hat st inding over there
by one of the forms talking to the fore
man ? That’s Mr. Kokuk. He’s now
editor and proprietor of the Kokuk
Banner. Get s all the county printing
and is making a barrel of money. He’s
here on a visit and telling the boys
about Nan. Gave me her picture as
she now looks. Gentle, refined look
ing lady, ain’t she? She’s boss of
the Sunday school in Kokuk.
has two scholars from her own family to
send to it, and when any of the printers
go on a tramp she bustles into the Ban
ner office and tosses metal with the best
of them. If there’s a sick family in
Kokuk on the contiguous territory
that needs help you bet Nan will be
there.
“Say, mister, I’m not well posted on
religion, but when the saints take their
places in line in heaven 111 bet Nan
will be not far from the head.’’—[New
York Sun.
A Boy’s Singular Birthright.
As I was ascending the bridge steps
to take the train for New York the
other afternoon I notice 1 just ahead of
inc a woman leading a little boy by the
hand. The boy who appeared to be
about four years old, was trying to hold
back and crying bitterly. “I don't want
to go on the bridge,” he yelle 1, while
he tuggel away to get back to the
street. It was with great difficulty that
the woman got hi n on the train. When
she sat down he climbed into her lap,
and throwing his arms around her neck
moaned and cried most piteously. “I
don’t want to go on the bri ge,” he
kept repeating all the way over. 1
asked the mother why the boy was
afraid to go on the bridge and she re
plied that there was only one way to
account for it. “The boy,” she said,
“was born a few months after the great
accident on the bridge just after the
opening in 1883. My husband was
killed in tiie crash that day. I was
with him but by some miracle I escaped.
Very early in life my son evince I great
fear of the bridge and alwayi cried
when crossing it. I generally use the
ferry, as I hate to make a scene, but I
am in a hurry today and so came over
this way. I hope he will recover from
his fear as ho grows older, but I am be
ginning to think otherwise. lie has no
idea how his father di- d and no one has
ever spoken of the bridge accident in
his hearing. —[Brooklyn Eagle.
Ready Wit.
W. S. Gilbert the dramatist, coming
down from a.great reception, in Lon
don, stood in a hall waiting for the ser
vant to bring him his coat and hat. As
he stood there, a heavy swell, descend
ing, took Gilbert for a servant iu wait
ing, and caked out to him:
“Call me a four-wheeler !”
Gilbert placed one glass in his con
tcmplatrve right eye, and looking bland
ly at the swell, said:
“You are a four-wheeler !”
“What do you mean?’’ said the
swell. Said Gilbert: “You told me to
call you a four-wheeler, and I have done
so. I really couldn’t call you hansom,
you know. Argonaut.
An Alabama Negro in Saxony.
Among the curiositiis of the popula
tion statistics of the Kingdom of Sax
ony is the application for naturalization
of a negro boy, a native of Alabama,
who arrived in Hamburg as a cibiu boy
at the age ol 13 years, has since re
mained in <• rrrmy, and, after having
been baptized into the Lutherian church
at Breslau three years ago, has now con
elude Ito settle in Chemnitz.—[Purls
American Register.
PEARLS OF THOUGHT.
Life is a battle that is to be fought
valiantly.
The man who can convince one can
convince more.
Some men, like pictures, are fitter for
a corner than a full light.
Every man lias a right to his think
and to think till he is right.
Lightning never strikes twice in the
same place—it doesn’t have to.
When you find a true friend, keep
him. You will not come across very
many as you go through life.
One flower made to bloom in a field
of weeds is far more to our credit than
to produce millions ot weeds.
The more kindness shown to those
who have wronged us, the more do we
prove our true greatness.
Money not in use is of no more bene
fit then arc the frost-bitten apples that
hang on trees till they rot.
When cautioned against becoming
a miser do not, therefore, consider
yourself al vised to become a prodigal
or a spendthrift.
Misfortune is never mournful to the
soul that accepts it, for such do always
see t hat every cloud is an angel’s face.
Revenge is a debt, in the paying of
which the greatest knave is honest, and
sincere, and, so far as he is able, punc
tual.
If you would find a great many faults
be on the lookout, but if you want to
find them in unlimited quantics be on
the look-in.
The one essential of frankness in any
thing is honesty of purpose. Men who
have dark or unworthy deeds to do are
not apt to go about them with nu open
avowal of their intentions.
The Invention of the Typewriter.
The idea that some day people would
write letters without a pen seems to
have attracted attention more than a
century and a half ago. In 1714 the
first patent was taken out in England
for a machine for printing one letter at
a time on paper. A certain Henry .Mill
had the courage to attack this most dif
fi< ult problem of making a practical
writing machine, but the brave man
die ! with his machine. It was a failure,
and for 150 years nothing of importance
was done in this promising field. In
18G7, two inventors, printers by trade,
C. Latham Sholes and Samuel W. Soule,
were at work in Milwaukee on a ma
chine for numbering the pages of blank
books. Mr. Charles Glidden, also an
inventor, saw the machine and said it
would be better to use it for printing
letters instead of numbers. A mere
casual remark, and yet it marked the
birth of a great invention. Nothing
was done about it for some time, when ,
there was a report in the Scientific 1
American of a machine that would print
one letter at a time on paper. This
machine was invented by a Mr. John
Pratt of Alabama, then residing in Eng
land, and, while it does not appear to
have come to anything, the description
of it spurred the Milwaukee inventors to
efforts in a wholly new direction. The
idea was a good one. Capital believed
in it, lent its ail, and in time the new
machine, withall its crudities, came to I
the great shops at Ilion on the Mohawk. '
Here it took on many important im
provements, and became a really practi
cal machine, that could be manufac
tured on a commercial scale, and that
could be used by any one with the ut
most case.— [Lippincott's Magazine.
Setting Boundary Lines in Asia.
The (urlou. Oriental manner of de- .
termining land tenure relates to small i
pieces of state lands situated between ■
the boundaries of villages in Asia .Min
or. One of the villagers, standing
upon the - t-ps of a rtiosqu'*, calls out at
the top of hi« voice, the point beyond
which Li voice cannot be h--ar I being
the im of the village property. At
the neighboring village the ramo per- ;
formance is gone through and tho land
between belong* to the state.— [Boston ,
Journal. I
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Searching tor Valuable Relics.
A clever young woman is building up
a business of a somewhat novel charac
ter in New York and Brooklyn. Travel
i * n S agents have long made a good thing
1 out of antique furniture picked up on
excursions in the wilds of rural New
Hampshire and Connecticut, inducing
farmers' wives to ransack their attics
and bring out mirrors that only wanted
rcgilding, or brass-handled chests of
drawers in want of nothing but polish
and varnish to fetch round sums from
modern worshippers of bric-a-brac gono
by. The best hunting grounds for such
things, curiously enough have been
overlooked almost entirely. New York
| and Brooklyn, as things go ia this
country are ancient cities. There aro
low-browed Dutch homesteads within
the limits of the former city, and old
houses on Second avenue in tha Wash
ington square region and on Fifth ave
nue itself in New York, which
only need to yield up their treasures to
delight all the lovers of hist century
; carved oak, mirror-front wardrobes, rare
spindle-legged monstrosities and choice
bits of buhl. This young woman has
begun a series of tours among th ; stately
old mansions sunk to second-class
boarding houses, or gono yet further on
the road of neglect and decay, and when
I she ti idi a relic of past grandeur, she
rehabilitates it and introduces it to an
art lover or a curio lover, or a person
ambitious of the repute of an art or
curio lover—with money. An old
ebony cabinet, inlaid with mother of
j pearl, an old dressing table with a tray
of Sevres lot into the top, an old ch.sif
covered with French flowered satins or
the early years of the ceitury, these aro
grand dukes in banishmmt to bore
stored to their lost estate. It is pleasant
business for a young woman with some
knowledge, a good eye and better judg
ment, and she makes it profitable.—
[Mail and Express.
j
i Salmon That Jump Sixteen Feet.
Professor Goode of the Smithsonian
Institute writes very interestingly about
salmon leaping. “Observations have
I been made,” he says, "by Dr. A. Land
mark of Norway on tho extent of sal
mon leaps. II: thinks that the jump
depends as much on the height of ths
; fall ns on the currents below it. If
there be a deep poo) under the fall
where the water is comparatively quiet,
a salmon may jump sixteen feet perpen
dicularly; but such jumps are rare and
he can only state that it has taken place
at the Hellefos, in the Drums river, at
Iluugsend, where two great mas's have
. been place I acr ;ss th-: river for the
I study of the habits of ths sdmon so that
exact measurements may be effected.
The height of tin water
in the river of course varies,
but it is, as a rule, when the salmon is
running up stream, sixteen feet below
these masts. The dhtancs between ths
two is 3 1-2 feet, and the Professor states
that he has seen salamo i jump from tho
river below across both masts. Land
mark states that when a salarnon ji|fa;>s
a fall nearly perpendicul ir it is some
times able to remain in the fail, even if
the jump is a foot or two short of tho
actual height. This has been proved
by overwhelming cvi lence. The fish
may be seen trembling, and then rest for
a minute or two a foot or so below tho
edge or th: full, and with a smart
twitch of its tai! the rest of tho fall is
cleared. Only fish which rtriko straight
with the snout arc able to r main in ths
falling mass of writer; if th-y strike
obliquely they are carried back into tho
stream below. This, Lind mirk believes
to be the explanation of salmon passing
falls with a clear descent of sixteen
feet. _—■■■»•—
A Hopeful Man.
“I can nev r be more than a sister to
you,” said a buxom widow, tenderly,
to an oi l bachelor who hud proposed.
“Ah, madam, yes you can," he re
sponded, gaiantly. "I am not a man
to loose hope."
“Yc«, lut I say 1 cannot," she per
sisted.
•‘You have daughters, madam,” he
said, “and you may yet be my mother
in-law."--; Washington Critic.
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