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fflw 'jnuimnnli (tribune. Published by the Tannnni Pnblishiß* 00. | J. H. DKVEAUX. MxirioaM > VOL HI. •‘Clear the Way.” The city lies in hushed repose, The wintry night wind freshly blows, As if to rock the cradle host In slumber’s sweet oblivion lost. But hark! a sound, and lo! a sight That wakes the town in dead of night, A shriek and a glare, A cry of despair, At the flames in their ire, For the one word is “Firel” The people rush out, And, with hurry and shout, Press on to the light As it brightens the night, I And spreads like a banner unfurled upon high, A sign and a terror against the dark sky! But hark to the clatter, then music more sweet, Os the rolling wheels and the horses’ feet! “Out of the way—out of the way! They come to save—now clear the wayl” ft A sea of faces upward turned, KOne fear by every heart inurned; ijb|'By ruddy light is clearly read j : On every brow the anxious dread. A mother ’mid the bright light stands, J* Her neck tight clasped by baby hands, And through roar and hiss, Not quite they miss Her piteous frenzied cry; But mounting quick on hi A hero springs, His helm a star Os hope, that flings A halo far ’Mid the lurid light; For a moment lost then dimly seen As it gleams on the sight, The curling wreathes of smoke between ! Up the ladder One rushed, but Three come down, And the shining helm is a hero’s crown! Yet heeds not he what people say, He only bids them “clear the way!” IN A BARREL. “A farm! seventy acres! All of my own? Is thee sure, Patience, that thee isn’t dreaming?'’ Little Patience Plumb winked her bright blue eyes again and again, to make sure that she was certainly and indubitably -wide awake. “No, Aunt Ruth,” said she, “I am not dreaming. Read the letter for thee self.” And Aunt Ruth, settling her specta cles across the bridge of her nose, took the folded paper from Patience’s hand and slowly spelled out the words which, heard from other lips, had such a fabu lous sound. Yes, it was true. Guarded about with legal phrases, there was the intel ligence that she, Ruth Plumb, who wove rag carpets for a livelihood, and contentedly ate mush and milk when she could not get beef and potatoes, was a landed proprietress now of a farm up in Rhode Island, which had belonged to one Ezra Nuttiag, a third or fourth cousin whom she had never seen. Little Patience looked eagerly at the cider woman. “Aunt Ruth,” said she, “isn’t thee going out to sec it?--and mayn’t I go • with thee?” “Thee may go with me, little Pay,” said Miss Plumb, smiling; “but as for going out to see it, railway journeys cost money, and when we go we shall stay,” “Will thee live there, Aunt Ruth?” cried Patience, with sparkling eyes. Miss Plumb looked pathetically | around the little chamber, whose one window was bedimmed by a monster L back-wall. v “I have always longed for a country home, Pay,” she said. “Theo has al ways lived in the city; thee does not know how a person feels who has once stood on the hills and hear! the free wind roaring through the pine trees.” So the loom was stopped, and the little cupboard door locked, and the two women went to Nebasset, near which rocky promontory, on the edge of the sound, was situate 1 the Nutting estate. Not much of an estate, after all. A queer little brown house, like a dis colored mushroom, a huddle of barn’, and a stone cellar hewn into the rocky side of a beetling hill, in which were arranged rows of barrels on a sort of stone shelf. Miss Plumb peered inquiringly at these barrels, as, escorted by one David Lorn, a handsome, sun-burned’young giant who occupied the next farm, she went over the property for the first time. “What arc those, Friend David?” she asked, a little doubtfully. “Guess likely they’re cider,” said David Lorn. “Old Nutting, ho made the best cider for twenty miles around.” “Cider!” repeated Miss Plumb. “Didn't you know that this was a fa mous cider farm?" said David. “Didn’t you see the orchards of apple-trees up on the hill?” “Yes, I saw them,” said Miss Plumb, “but I did not realize their meaning. I think, Friend David, thee may pull out the corks —” “Bungs, we call ’em,” gently cor rected Lorn. “Bungs, if thee prefers that title, and let the baleful fluid flow away. I am prejudiced with an exceeding prejudice against intoxicating liquors!” “There ain’t no harm in cider,” pleaded David Lorn. “ ‘Touch not-—taste not-—handle not!’” said Miss Plumb, firmly. “As to the apple-orchard, it is not for me to criticise the kindly fruits of the earth, but I could wish that they had been pas ture fields or potato patches, or some thing less deleterious than they are.” She walked quietly on. David Lorn was just opening his mouth to remonstrate, when Patience gently beckoned him to desist. “My Grandfather Plumb died of de lirium tremens,” she whispered. “Aunt Ruth cannot forget that. Thee will have to let her have her own way.” David Lorn whistled a low whistle. “But anyhow,” said he, “there’ll bo a deal of good vinegar lost if all this runs to waste. I say, Miss Plumb-—” “I -would prefer thee to call me Friend Ruth,” said the old lady, mildly. “It sounds pretty familiar, don’t it?” apprehensively observed David. “But if you say so, so it shall be. I say, Friend Ruth, if I’ll go bail thii ’ere shan’t none of it be used for nothin’ but vinegar to be sold by the gallon, would you let me hev it at market price? It’s a wicked sin to waste the Lord’s good gifts. “Thee is not so far wrong, Friend David,” said Miss Plumb. “Yes, 1 think I may trust thee.” “It’ll make first-chop vinegar,” ob served David, scientifically testing it with a straw. Little Patience was delighted with the poultry yard and cow-house—a stur dy, shaggy pony, who shook his head at them over the railing of his stall, was duly admired—and then David lighted a fire in the big, black-throated chim ney of the old farm house and blew it into a blaze. “It's ct Id weather, even es the fust hard frosts haven’t come yet,” said he. “And the house needs airin’ up. An’ I i guess Miss Plumb —Friend Ruth, I | mean—you and Friend Patience hev had better come over and sleep at our house tonight if you don't want to catch cold. Tomorrer the hous’ll be in better livin’ order. And my sister Calphur nia’ll be proper glad to see you.” It chanced that between repairs, air ing and ad ling to the arrears of furni ture, Friend Ruth and her niece re mained at the Lorn homestead for a week during which time Miss Calphur nia began, under Friend Ruth’s direc tion, to weave a new rag-carpet and mapped out a crazy-quilt as designed Ly little P diene-. David Lorn, who, in his way, was no contemptible carpenter, made a strong kitchen-table for the strangers, put a i corner cupboard in the living-room and ■ screwed up hooks, shelves and brackets ‘ innumerable, here, there and cvery where, to suit Patience’s fancy in the ! old house. “But after all,” sail the little Qua ’ keress, “it isn’t :s pleasant at Nutting Farm, shut in by all those crooked old apple trees, us it is here. I wish we were going to live here.” “I wish so, too, withall my heart!” cried hospitable Calphurnia. “Don’t you, David?” “Don’t 1, though!’ sail David. And Patience, chancing to look sud- SAVANNAH, GA.. SATURDAY. MAY 5.1888. denly up, caught the sparkle of his frank brown eyes fixed full on her face. She turned pink all over, her own eyes fell, and she did not speak again all the evening. Not that her silence was noticed, however. The two Quakeresses had been nearly a month at the Nutting Farm, and the dreary place had gradually begun to as sume something of a home-like look, when one evening David Lorn came over across the sere stretches of meadow land. “Calphnrnia’s sent you a dried-peach pic,” said he, carefully setting down something wrapped in a napkin. “As for me, I moved them barrels of cider today.” “Did thqe?” said Friend Ruth, knit ting composedly away at a gray yarn stocking, while Patience made haste to set away the pie. “But there’s one I calculate you wouldn’t hev sold if you had known what was in in it,” went on David. “I sold them all to thee,” said Miss Plumb, in her gentle, decided way— “all nine of them, at a dollar and a half a barrel. With me, Friend David, a bargain means a bargain.” “But one of ’em hadn't no cider in it.” “Then,” said Miss Plumb, “we will deduct that from the rest, and thee can give me the change. I think wo need not differ as to that.” “There wasn’t no cider in it!" dog gedly persisted the young farmer. “But there was something else —there was money in it!” “Money!” repeated Miss Ruth, let ting the knitting-needles drop into her lap. “Yes, money,’’ nodded David Lorn— “fourteen rolls of gold half-eagles, twenty in a roll, all wrapped up in old woolen stocking-legs and packed in cotton batting, so Xhey shouldn’t clink nor rattle, with salt-hay wedged in around ’em, and the cask headed up exactly like the eight others. And now 1 know why old Ezra Nutting used to be so cranky about keeping his cider barrels locked up, and why he went out to look to it himself every night, long arter ho wasn’t fit to cross the threshold. That was his bank; that ■was where he kept his savings—-four teen hundred dollars.” “Fourteen hundred dollars!” repeated Miss Ruth, her healthy color paling a little. “But Friend David, I sold the barrels and contents to thee!” “Hang it ali!” shouted David, rising to his feet, “do you suppose I would swindle you and Patience fn this sort of way? Here is the money,” diving into his pockets, and flinging down the packets on the table, with a resounding clink. “I am no thief, Miss Ruth! I never coveted ray neighbor’s goods until now!” Friend Ruth’s eyes, faded yet still bright, sought his agitated face with gentle questioning. “Keep the money, Friend David,” said she. “Poor though I am, I would forfeit more than *that sooner than cause a fellow-creature to offend!” “It ain’t the money that I covet,” sail David, in desperation. “It’s— Patience! No, little girl, don’t run away!” as Patience’s eyes in stinctively turned toward the door. “I think you must have suspicioncd it long ago. The house is that lonesome since you went away, that I can’t stand it no longer. If I can’t have you for my wife, Patience, I’ll sell the old place and go to sea. There!” Patience’s long-lashed eyes drooped. “It—-it would be a pity that you should do that,” said she. And then she hid her face on Aunt Ruth's plump shoulder. So Patience went to live at the Lorn farm-house, an I Friend Ruth stayed where she was, an 1 the money was equally divided between aunt and niece. And Mi s plumb makes a com fortable livelihood out of tho sale of the “Newtown pippins, “gilliflower” and “Northern Spy” apples from the or chards planted by Ezra Nutting. “But I sell them by the barrel, only,” said she. “Never for cider-making. I have a prejudice against that sort of thing.”---[Saturday night. PEARLS OF THOUGHT. Tho heart has ears. Honor is better than wealth. Everything that is exquisite hides it self. A bad peace is better than a good quarrel. A tree with lofty head has less shade nt its foot. Advice should fall as tho dew, not overwhelm as tho torrent. As every thread of gold is valuable, so is every moment of time. The brave man is an inspiration to the weak, and compels a following. Curses arc like processions; they re turn to the place whence they came. What we believe is right is more often so because it grinds our axe than other wise. Never did any soul do good but it came readier to do the same again with more enjoyment. There is nothing like settling with ourselves, as there is a deal wo must do without in this life. Nothing is so contagious as example; we are never either much good or much evil without imitators. To smile at tho jest which plants a thorn in another’s breast is to become a principal in tho mischief. What maintains one vice would bring ap two children. Remember, many a little makes a mickle; and further, be ware of little expenses. A small leak will sink a great ship. Effect of Glare upon Eyesight It appears that Professor Plateau, of the University of Ghent, while trying to observe the effects of tho irritation of the retina gazed steadily at tho sun for twenty second*, the result being that chronic irldo-choroiditis develop’d, ending eventually in total blindness. A number of cases arc known in which chferoiditis and retinitis occurred in persons who had observed an eclipse of tho sun. The single flash of a sun-rc flector has been known to cause retinitis, and other temporary visual disturbance of a functional character have been fre quently noted. M. Reich has described a curious epidemic of snow blindness, which occurred among a body of la borers engaged in clearing away through the masses of snow which obstructed the road between Pas sanaur and Mteti in the Caucasus; the rays of the sun reflected from the vast stretches of snow on every side, pro duced an intense glare of light, which the unaccustomed eye could not support without the protection of dark glasses. A few of tho sturdiest among the labor ers were able to work with impunity, but the majority suffered so much that among seventy strongly marked cases thirty were so severe that the men were absolutely unable to continue work or to find their way home and lay prone on their faces, striving to bide their faces from the light and crying out from pain. Recovery was gradual but complete. Pet Names. Names that are easily “petted,” or that are naturally sweetish, are tho most popular with tho ladies. Plain John or George or Jacob do not com pare in favor with Jack or Harry or Frank. There is something romantic about these, and they almost invariably suggest nice fellows. Charles is also a favorite name for boys, but is usually changed to Chawlic or Chat, according to the build and disposition of its owner. It is not always so changed. Did you ev<r hear of Ch rlie Dickens or Charlie Sumner?—[ Pittsburg G zette. The First. Youth (who has just received a letter from the postofficer) -Come under this light a moment, Jim. Jim—What are you going to do? Y. I want to read this letter. J.—Read the letter? Why, can’t you wait until you get home? Y.—Wait till 1 get home? Why, goo 1 gracious, man, it’s my first love letter?—(Boston Courier. (t 1.75 Per Annum; 75 cents lor Six Months; < 60 cents Three Months; Single Copies ( 6 cents--In Adv&noe. The Heroic Sacrifice of a Child. In the Bodleian library at Oxford, Eng land, is a most touching record of hero ism, and self-sacrifice on tho part of a child —a record to touch one’s heart with its pathos. The tower door of St, Leonard s church, Bridgewater, Eng land, was loft open and two young boys, wandering in, were tempted to mount to tho upper part and scramble from beam to beam. All at once a joist gave way. Tho beam on which they were standing be came displaced. The elder had just time to grasp it when falling, while tho younger, slipping over his body, caught hold of his comrade's legs. In this fearful position the poor lads hung, cry ing vainly for help, for no one was near. At length tho boy clinging to tho beam became exhausted. Ho could no longer support the weight, lie called I out to the lad below that they wero both done for. “Could you save yourself if I wore to loose you?” replied tho I ittlo lad. “I think I could,” returned tho older. “Then good-bye, and God bless you,” replied tho little fellow loosing his hold. Another second and he was dashed to pieces on the stono floor below. His companion clambered to a placo of safo j ty-—(Baptist Weekly. Mexican Mummies, A family of mummies recently un earthed in Mexico havo just boon brought to San Francisco and placed in the State Mining Bureau. They worn found in a stratum of limo several feet below the surface of the earth, not far from the Arizona border. Tho group, consisting of a man, woman, and two children, were close together. Tho two adult figures have on a scanty cloth ing of coarse netting composed of gras, and bark of trees, wide ono of tho children appears to have been clad in fur. They all have the knees drawn up to the chins, while the hands clasp tho heads, as if they had died in great agony. Tho general appearance, in this respect, is much like that of tho casts of the Pompeiian victims. Tho woman has long black hair, and in tho lobes of hereari arc small tubes for or namer.t. The man has but I ittlo hair. His features arc distorted—another evidence of pain—but are seen very distinctly, and his open mouth shows his tongue. Near the bodies wero also found curious ly formed beads, and the perfect form of a cat, which seems to have shared their burial place. From tho appear ance of th': bodici and their surround ings it is thought that they must havo been dead at least 800 years. A Newspaper in a Loaf of Bread. During the American Revolutionary war sonic Ameiican prisoners were con fined in Mill I’risor, E igland. Tho prisoners had no way of obtaining any news from tin ou'.si le world, tint a friendly baker placed a newspaper in a loaf of bread th it was carried into tho prison, and on reading it tho Americans ' learned of the surrender of Cornwallis. The news of course delighted them, and ; being unable to express their joy in any other way they made a British uniform for a dog belonging to the keeper of I the prison and nt him out among tho soldiers.—-I St. A ban M ssenger, ■ ' Her Experience. “Yes,” said Algernon T.-acy to tho i young lady with whom he was chatting, “It is useless to complain at what can't be helped. Man proposes and God du- i poses. “As to the latter part of the remark,” she replied, “I’m not prepared to speak; I but as to the firft part I can only say that some do tn 1 some don’t.”—(Mer- I chant Traveler. Force;! Economy. George: “Sha'l 1 put some more coal ■ on the fire, dear?” Clara (with a little shiver): “N—no, I th- think not, George.” George: “ But you aro shivering, my I love.” Clara: “I know I am, George; but I < am afraid that papa might hear you.” NO. 29.