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BY BREWSTER & SHARP. The Cherokee Georgian. 18 PUBLISHED EVERY WEDNESDAY BY BREWSTER & SHARP. HATES OF SUBSCRIPTION: (positively in advance.) Single copy, 12 months $1 50 Single copy, 8 months 100 Single copy 6 months 75 Single copy, 4 months 50 ADVERTISING RATES, Space | 1 m. | 2 in. | 3m. | 6m. | 12 m. 1 inch | £250 | $3 50 | $4 50 | S7OO I SIOOO 3 toc'V] 350 | 5 00J 650£10 00 |ls 00 fferrs oo££so j'iooo | uoo 1 2000 4 inc’s i 650 I 900 j 11 50 j 18 00 | 25 00 *4 col' fIOOO I 12 50 I 16 00 | 25 00 I 40 00 l3 50? 16 00 j 25 00 | 37 50 | 50 00 I 15 00 I 25 077] 3500 j 45 00 J 65 00 t cbi.~j 20 00 | 35 00*|| 50 00 | 65 00 | 100 00 DIRECTORY. STATE GOVERNMENT. James M. Smith, Governor. N. C. Barnet, Secretary of State. .1. W. Goldsmith, Comptroller General. John Jones, Treasurer. Joel Branham, Librarian. John T. Brown, Principal Keeper of the Penitentiary. Gustavus J. Orr, State School Commis sioner. J. N. Janes, Commissioner of Agricul ture. Thomas D. Little, State Geologist. JUDICIAL. BLUE RIDGE CIRCUIT. • Noel B. Knight, Judge. C. D. Phillips, Solicitor General. lime of Holding Court. Cherokee—Fourth Monday in Febru ary, and first Monday in August. Cobb—Second Monday in March and November. Dawson—Third Monday in April and second Monday in September. Fannin—Third Monday in May and Oc tober. Forsyth—First* Monday m April and f-urtli Monday in August. Gii.^ier.-—Second Monday in May and October. Lumpkin—Second Monday in April and first Monday in September. Milton —Fourth Monday in March and third Mon lav in August. Pickens—Fourth Mon lay in April and BeptemlarJ Towns—Monday after fourth Mon lay in Mhv and <"><■,(.!>it. Union —Fourth Monday in May and Oc iftber, COUNTY OFFICERS. C. M. McClure, Ordinary. Regular court first Mondav in each month. J. W. Hudson, Ch rk Superior Court. • M. P. Morris, SherilF. K. G. Gramling, Deputy Sheriff. J «hn G. Evans, Treasurer. Win. N. Wilson, Tax Receiver. Joseph G. Dupree, Tax Collector. Win W. Hawkins, Surveyor. Win. Ramplcy, Coroner. JUSTICE COURT—-CANTON DIS. Joseph E. Hutson, J. P. R. F. Daniel, N. P. H. G. Daniel, L. C TOWN GOVERNMENT. W A. Teiiseley, Mayor. **9 W. Hudson, Recorder. James 11. Kilby, Jabez Galt. J. M. Har din, J. M. McAfee, Theodore Turk, Alder men. COUNTY BOARD OF EDUCATION. James O. Dowda, President. James W. Hudson, County School Com missioner. Prof. James U. Vincent, Examiner. Joseph M. McAfee, Allen Keith, Joseph J. Maddox, John R. Moore. Meetings quarterly, in the court-house. CHEROKEE TEACHERS’ ASSOCIA TION. James O. Dowda, President. M. B. Tu.gle, Vice-President. C. M. McClure, Secretary. J. W. Attaway, Treasurer. John D Attaway, Censor Morum. Prof. James U. Vincent, Association Cor respondent. Regular meetings every second Saturday in each month, at 10 a. m. RELIGIOUS. Baptist Church, Canton Ga., time of service fourth Sunday in each month. Rev. M. B. Tuggle, Pastor. M. E. Church, time of service, preachers in charge. Rev. W. G. Hanson, first Sunday. Rev. B. }'. Ledbetter, second. Rev. J. M. Hardin, third. MASONIC. Canton Lodge, No. 77, meets first and third Monday nights in each month. James A. Stephens, W. M, Joseph M. McAtee, Secretary. Sixes Lodge, No. 282, meets first and third Saturdays, 2 p. m. C. M. Ma'lurv, W. M. O. W. Pulman, Secretary. GOOD TEMPLARS. Canton Lodge, No. 119, meets every Saturday, 8 p. m. B E I . .It-etter, W. C. T. James W. Hudson, Secretary. GRANGE. Canton Grange No. 225, Canton Ga. Jaber G di, Master. J -M’ph M. McAfee. Secretary. ®he Ciwrofecc OJiwiihin. BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU SAY. In speaking of a person’s faults, Pray don’t forget your own ; Remember, those with homes of glass Should seldom throw a. stone ; If we have nothing else to do But talk of those who sin, ’Tis better we commence at home, And from that point begin. We have no right to judge a man Until he’s fairly tried ; Should we not like bis company, We know the world is wide; [not ? Some may have faults —and who have The old as well ns young; Perhaps wc may, for aught we know, Have fifty to their one. I’ll tell you of a better plan, And one that works full well; I try my own defects to cure, Before of others’ tell; And though I sometimes hope to be No worse than some I know. My own shortcomings bid me let The faults of others go. Then let us all when we commence To slander friend and foe, Think of the harm one word may do To those we little know ; Remember, curses, sometimes, like Our chickens, “roost at home;” Don’t speak of others’ faults until We have none of our own. — A Leap for a Lover. Riding over the Texan prairie on her spirited black steed, with cheeks glowing, and eyes Hashing with a sense of limitless liberty, Alice Allyn seemed a second Di Vernon —an Amazonian queen—everything brave and beautiful. A summer day’s sun was sinking beyond the horizon line of the wide expanse of prai rie. A light breeze came murmuring over the undulating grass. ‘This is perfectly delightful'.’ exclaimed Alice, removing her hat. ‘Tae wind fairly lifts the hair from my brow.’ ‘lf you were a chignon, you would be more desirous to avoid that effect,’ laughed her brother. ‘lmagine Arab and me scamp ering over the prairie in chase of that arti cle.’ Alice smiled. ‘lf I were a cynic, I would say that a chignon is it fit emblem oi civilization—a sham ; but as I am not a cynic, I wijl.enjoy, my present freedom in thankfulness.’ ‘I say, Alice, hadn’t we better return ? They generally want me at the Ranch about this time.’ I'll excuse your further attendance, Toni, but T am determined to go as far as the river. I’ve discovered a new species of running vine among the trees there.’ Tom reined in his horse and hesitated. ‘Why, Tom,’ said Alice, ‘you are not afrhid that anyl ody will run away with me, I hope,’ and she shook her riding-whip valiantly ; ‘and it’s impossible for me to run away with anybody, for there are uot a dozen souls in as many leagues.’ She re-arranged the folds of her dark green habit, and with a graceful mock obei sance to Tom, darted away. Tom, unlike most brothers, admired his sisters more than any one else on earth. These two were all to each other—alone in the world—and their mutual love was infinitely greater on this account. Tom stood still for some time, looking after the receding figure, tin til the red horizon reminded him of his du ties at the Ranch. Reaching a clump of trees on the bank of. the narrow stream, Alice halted, and gazed around her. Amid all the gorgeous color ing of the scene there mingled that undefin nble spirit of sadness which never fails to accompany the death of a day. Perhaps this was in unison with her thoughts, for a grave expression came into her eyes, and the half-smile ceased to play around her lips. Her thoughts had gone back two years —back through months of dreary waiting and self-reproach. The figure of the man she had loved seemed to come between her and the sunset, with the reproachful look he had worn at their parting. Guy Phillips and she had met, and be come engaged, lie had loved her passion ately. and she hail returned his love with equal fervor—they had different ways of showing it. Guy would have been content to gaze at her from morning to night, and a smile or a word would have been suffi cient for hi n. Alice was not satisfied with this. She wanted her lover to be more •lover like’—less ‘indifferent,’ as she phrased it. They were at a fashionable summer re sort, and Alice flirted fast and furiously. Guv bore this with admirable patience. ‘A male imitation of Chaucer’s Griselda,’ she murmured, impatiently. Will nothing | arouse him ?’ There was a certain self-styled Spanish marquis at the hotel. He was pretty well know n to I e an unscrupulous gambler. At one of the balls, Alice sheeted him as part ner in two successive waltzes. ‘Something must come of this,’ she thought as she whirled around to die strains of the ‘Blue Danube.’ Something did come of it. Guy Phillips’ spirit was aroused. After the dance, he grasped her wrist, and led her out upon the balcony- He sternly commanded her never to dance a round dance with any other than himself. Alice bad not bargained for this. Sh w a ted m re "■ umth, • vtn in CANTOX, CHEROKEE GOUXTY, GA., WEDXEBDAY, NOVEMBER 17, 1875. Virtue and Intelligence —The Safeguards of Liberty. her lover; but she would brooknoinfriirge ment on her liberty of action. She replied haughtily, there was-Mormy scene, and they parted. When her brother Tom proposed to go to Texas, and to invest some money in a scheme for raising cattle, Alice volunteer ed to accompany him ; and she was glad of the chance, for accustomed scenes and peo ple had become painful to her. Sitting in her saddle here, with the Texan prairie land around her, she reviewed the past with bitter .sorrow. She was awakened from her reverie by the sounds of approach ing horses’ hoofs. On the opposite side of the river, which the drought had narrowed to a small, tur bulent stream, Alice saw a band of horse men. They were approaching. She drew back amid the trees, and watched them. As they came nearer, she saw they were Comanche Indians.. . They reached the op posite bank, and stopped tb parley. Their attention seemed fixed on some object in the distance. Alice looked in the direction indicated by their jestures, and saw the dusky for.ns composing a herd of buffaloes outlined against the glowing sky. The Comanches evidently resolved to pursue the flying herd. To Alice’s great relief, they dashed away, leading only three of their pumfier On jhe river*t>anfc. Looking closely at these three —which she could easily do, as the river at this point was extremely Noticed that one of themNv.iswhite nlffr He was very pale, and his hunting shirt was blood stained. His bands were bound together with thongs, and he hung upon his horse’s neck as if too weak to sit upright. Without doubt he was a captive, and the two Indi ans had been left to guard him The Comanch-s had their backs turned towards her, and’wci’e with thffir eyes the course -of their companions. Sljc could, however, plainly see.tlie features of the cap tive. Her face grew white as she looked, and she nearly reeled from her saddle. The captive was Guy Phillips. With a great, almost superhuman effort she collected her faculties in order to an swer the question : What is to be done? Iler first tlipught w r as to blow the whistle in the end of her riding-whip, the sound of which, if heard, would bring her brother and his d pendents to her rescue. But she felt sure that it would not be heard, for the Ranch was too far away, and her signal of distress would draw the attention of the Comanches to her without producing any good effect, The banks of the river were ragged, high, and rocky; the stream itself—a brawling, tumultuous thread of water—was barely visible from their height. A bo’d idea entered Alice’s mind. It was a womanly idea ; to a man it would have seemed impracticable. She put her hand into the holster ol her saddle to feel that her toy-like pistols were safe. How thankful she was that she had complied with Tom’s request and carried those weapons ! Taking a revolver in one hand and her whip in the other, she prepared to leap the river. The mere thought of this attempt would have chilled the heart of the most infatuated English fox hunter, for although the stream was narrow for a river, yet it was a terrible leap. Saying a prayer in hey heart, she made ready to descend the iibcobsclous enemy, holding the reins between her teeth. ‘On, Dion, on !’ The whip fell, stingingly on the noble animal’s flanks. The horse reared. Then be seemed almost to stretch out into a straight black line. His fore feet struck the edge of the other bank. Down came the whip. He gathered himself up. Horse and rider had leaped the river. The astonished Comanches turned and viewed the apparition in amazement. Alice leveled her pistol at the nearest Indian aud fired. He wavered in his seat, and then tell with a crashing thud to the ground. Alice dropped her whip ana seized the bri die of Guy Phillips*horse. She heard Guy murmur her name. ‘Use ymu'spurs, ifyou can!’she said. ‘Now!’ • The frightened animals were headed to wards the river. She used the butt of her pistol to urge them on. It seemed as if her brave spirit awed the horses into obedi ence. With a bound, which seemed as if it would crack their sinews, they cleared the gulf. The Comanche attempted to follow, but bis horse refused the leap. Infuriated, the Indian goaded the animal to it. Tjie horse barely touched the- bank with his front bopi\ struggling to gain it for an instant and the horse and rider sank down into the channel beneath. • Stopping but a moment to cut the thongs which bound Guy Phillips' arms, Alice rode on towards the Ranch. Ere they reached it, Guy Lad faulted from k« of bkxid. Tom’s surprise was unbounded when Alice delivered Ler rescued lover into his hands. He pronounced Guy’s wound, althopgh se vere, to be not dangerous. AV hen Guy’ffcnses returned, and he saw Alice, who bad refused to leave him, there was a scene, the dialogue of which, though somewhat incoherent, was mutually satis factory to the actors. It t!m< Gwy. Lnving strayed from bis party, had been pounced upon by these strolling Comanches, and, after a brate straggle on his part, taken prisoner, to serve as a hostage for several of their number, who had been captured by the United States’ soldiers. 1 say, Alice,’ laughed Tom, ‘you have fairly asserted woman's right—to use a pis tol.’. ‘I Will continue to assert woman’s right to help man,* returned Alice, glancing fondly at Guy. < And Guy knew that a similar right would be life in the future as far as Alice was con cerned. Ltfe.—lt was a sad cynic who said that youth passes its time in wishing that it equid, and age regretting that it didn’t. But it is true that all through the first half of qur lives we are thinking what we will do when once we get fairly started, and we go on pleasing ourselves with these dreams until, all ofa sudden, we wake upto the fact that we have begun to go down the hill, and that now the time to hope and plan is past, and the time to remember and regret has come. We often hear of the iron ies of life. The saddest irony is its brevity —our days are but a span, our life is but “a sleep and a forgetting.” If it were possible to realize in the beginning that threescore years and ten are not a hundred, and to say to ourselves calmly, “Such and such things are, in so brief space unattainable—let us content ourselves with striving for what we can reasonably hope to win,” we might live our short span more rationally; then would the rich man begin in season to dis pense and enjoy his riches, remembering that out of his life he can carry nothing with him—then would the philanthropist limit his schemes to his possibilities ; then, above all, would those who love each other bew are that they gave no space to estrange ment ol faultfinding, since our life of so few d<»ys is all too brief for bitterness. What Do You Pay for Books?—We ask you the question, young men. We take it for granted that you are engaged in some kind of business —that your working exist ence is expended in procuring clothes, food, property, honor—but do you give any time to books ? Arc you spending your life and energy in things that appertain expressly to the body and its wanils and fashions, and giving not a thought nor contributing a dime to intellectual pursuits ? Do you sup pose that the highest good is to provide food, clothing, horses, carriages, etc., and that these animal gratifications should oc cupy most of your time, and consume most of your vital resources? Let the writer advise you to occasionally buy good Ixioks, and read them. Do this, and you will find that you will rise in public estimation, as well as succeed in all you undertake more and more, the better you are informed about matters and things in general, and your specific business in particular, and the more perfect your adaptation of ways and means to ends. Old Winston was a negro preacher in Virginia, and his ideas of theology and hu man nature were often very original. A gentleman thus accosted the old gentleman one Sunday : “Winston, I understand you believe every woman has seven devils. How can you prove it?” ‘ Well, sah, did you nelicr read in de Bible how seben deb bles were cast out’er Mary Magalin?” "Oh, ye«, I’ve read that.” “Did you eber hear ob ’em bein’ cast out’er any other wo man, sah?” “No, I neber did.” “Well, den, all de udders t-ot ’em yet ” A seal Christian seldom sees a defect in his neighbor. A pure lake reflects the beautiful sky, lh« clouds and the overhang ing trees, but when it is ruffled it reflects nothing that is pure. A tad man seldom sees a good trait in the character of his neighbor. An imperfect glass reflects noth ing correctly, but shows its own defects.* A perfect mirror reflects nothing but bright and pure images. The Magnetic Equator.—During M. Jansen’s recent visit to Siam, he had an op portunity to make some interestihg mag netic observations in the peninsula of Ma lacca. He found that the magnetic equator passes through Ligor and Singora, the incli nation being there reduced to zero; ar.d he was also able to find a line of no variation, in a different "position from that previously laid down. The great drawback in growing cab bages successfully and to profit is in failing to have a large proportion of head. To make them head uniform and well, hoe often, especially in dry weather, and as soon as surface dries after rains. Don’t allow a crust to form around them. A thimbleful of salt scattered over them occasionally will be found beneficial. Do your duty, however dangerous. Death cornea once to all, and the world does not need your bodily presence so much as it does your mortal heroism. Looking to others for our standard of happiness is the sure way to be miserable. Our business is with our own heart and our own motives. The History of Postage Stomps. The introduction of the postal system, as it at present exists in all countries on the globe, has been credited to England, when, in 1840, covers and envelopes were devised to carry letters all over the kingdom at one penny the single rate. This plan was adopt ed through the exertions of Sir Rowland Hill, who has been aptly termed the “father of postage stamps.” It now appears, how ever, that there is another aspirant for the introduction of the stamp system. In Italy, aa far back as 1818, letter sheets were pre pared, duly stamped in the left lower cor ner, while letters were delivered by specially appointed carriers, on the payment of the money which the stamp represented. The early stamp represented a courier on horse back, and was of three values. It was dis continued in 1836. Whether I taly or Great Britain first introduced postage stamps, other countries afterward began to avail themselves of this method for the pre-pay ment of letters, although they did not move very promptly in the matter. Great Britain enjoyed the monopoly of stamps for three years, and, though the first Stamp were issued in 1840, she has made feWer changes in her stamps than any other country, and suffered no change at all in the main design, the portrait of Queen Victoria. In other countries, notably in our own, the Sandwich Islands, and the Argentine Re public, the honor of portraiture on the stamps is usually distributed among various high public officers; but in Great Britain the Queen alone figures on her stamps, and not even the changes that thirty-five yearn have made in her face are shown on the na tional and colonial postage stamps. The next country to follow the example of England was Brazil. It?184i a series of three stamps was issued, consisting simply of large numerals denoting the value, and all printed in black. Then came the can tons in Switzerland, and Finland, with en velopes which to-day are very rare, and soon after them, Bavaria, Belgium, France, Hahover, New South Wales, Tuscany, Austria, British Guianea, Prussia, Saxony, Schleswig, Holstein, Spain, Denmark, Italy, Oldenburg, Trinidad, Wurtemburg, and the United States. Other countries followed in the train, until, at the present moment, there is scarcely any portion of the globe, inhabited by civilized people, which has not postage stamps. —[St. Nicholas for Nov. Boy's, Learn to Write.—We know of no exercise so calculated to improve the mind of a young man, as that of c imposi tion, by which we mean the comm tting of his thoughts to paper. Were this more generally done, what invaluable service would be rendered the whole country. There is no class of young men who have so much time, or so many subjects upon which to exercise themselves with the pen, as farmers. Most of them spend the long winter evenings at home, and not unfro qnently in absolute idleness, or what is equally bad, or valueless conversation. A quire of paper, a pen or two, and a bottle of ink, all of which can be purchased for twenty-five cents, is all that is needed, and with such a stock of writiug material, the young man could profitably pass away many an otherwise dull evening. He can commence by noting down the transactions of the day, after his own style, which will possibly lie crude, and to him discouraging, but by perseverance aud energy, the difficul ty will be overcome, and as each succeeding effort will almost necessarily be art improve ment upon the last, he will finally acquire such gratifying facility of expression as will render writing one of the most tleligli ful recreations. Young man, try it, and begin at once. A gigantic hotel is about to be built in London, with American capital, by an American architect, with American sped, aftea an American plan, and to be managed on the American system. A site not far from the House of Commons, and close to St. James’ park, has been bought, and it is said a year hence the first visitors may take up their abode in the establishment This hotel will make up 1,000 beds; the dining room will accommodate 700 persons at a time, and a staff of 400 servants w ill be re quired to carry on the duties of tlac house. Tire Center of our Population.—lt lias traveled westward, keeping curiously near the thirty-ninth parallel cf latitude, never getting more than twenty miles north nor two miles south of it. In the eighty years it has traveled only four hundred miles, and Is still found nearly fifty miles eastward of Cincinnati. Out in Nevada, if we are to believe the Eewepiqiere, the atmosphere is ?o light that a cord of wood left out over night will shrink to three-quarters of a ccrd before morning. , As sins proceed they ever multiply, and, like the figures in arithmetic, the last stands for more than all that went before it. How it seems io bra' e up a ms.n, and to give him dignity—l live for God ’ - It is no little mercy to see a hell deserved and heaven given. VOLUME 1.-NUMBER 16. ALL FOR FUX. Small talk —About babies. It is always put up, or shut up, with an umbrella Where are two heads belter than one T In a barrel. Grammatically speaking, a kiss is a con junction. Love’s young dream often turns to ft nightmare. When is a man not a man ? When he turns into a lane. When is a wife like a great-coat ? When her husband is wrapped up in her. The water’s edge is supposed to be sharp ened by tlie stones along the shore. Why do we never hear of the saucer which belongs to the cup of sorrow ? “Oh, my dear wife.” said John Henry, m he paid the milliner’s bid. Why are types like criminals? Because’ it is not proper to lock them up without proof. Punctuation was first used in literature in 1420. Beforethattimewordsandsentencefiw ereputtogetherlikethis. Why is the letter Q the handiest in the alphabet ? Because when it is in use you always find it before U. The misery felt by the child who couldn’t go to the picnic is nothing to that of the boy who has been to it A miss is as good as a mile —as good as two or three miles, in fact, if she’s pretty, and it’s a moonlight night. “The first step toward wealth,” says an exchange, “is the choice of a good wife.” And first step toward securing a good wife, is the possession of wealth. “Don’t you wish we could come back ta hard money, Tom ?” “No, John, not to any that’ll be harder to get I” A certain young lady is so modest that she will not permit the Christian Observer to remain in her room over night. Why is a drunkard like a bad politician? Because he is always poking his nose into measures that spoil the constitution. You will never find a man out until he owes you, and you go to collect that little bill. Then you can always find him out. An Aberdeen girl supposes that the rea son she has never kindled a flame li? any man’s heart is because she is not a good match. A woman is very like a kettle, if yon come to think of it. She sings away so pleasantly; then she stops ; and, when you least expect it, she boils over 1 When a married man lets himself noise lessly in at the front door at one o’clock in the morning, and steps on the cat in the hall, then it is that earth becomes a hollow mockery and life a seething void. A bachelor recently made a will, leaving his entire property to the girls who had re fused him. “For to them,” he added, feel ingly, “I owe all my earthly happiness.” The afflicted editors of Fort Wayne, In diana, have induced a judge to declare in sane and commit to the lunatic asylum a man with an ungovernable penchant for writing poetry. An experienced farmer opines that the man who can plow stumpy ground with a pair of lively mules without swearing is prepared to go through purgatory with am overcoat on. “My articles do not receive a very warm reception of late.” “Our fair correspond ent is mistaken,” replied the editor ; “they meet the warmest reception possible. We burn them all.” All bachelors are not entirely lost to the refinement of sentiment, for the following toast was lately given by one of them at a public dinner: “The ladies—Sweetbriers in the garden of life.” Benson of Detroit removed the body of his mother-in-law from the old cemetery, the other dnv, and he savs he could find nothing but her jaw, which was in a perfect state of preservation. The woman who shuffles around in cloth slippers, broken down at the heel, and wipes her nose on her apron, is the one who leaves gristle n her mince pies and runs a hair-pin in her bread to see if it’s done. She used to keep bits of and crockerv piled up in a convenient cor ner of the closet, and when asked her rea son for preserving such domestic lumber, she shot a lurid glance at her husband, and merely remarked : “He knows what them’s for.” “Jessie, w hat was Joe’s arm doing around your waist when ypn were at the front gate last night.” asked a precocious boy of hia sister. “His arm wasn’t around my waist; I won a belt from him, and he was taking my measure,” replied the indignant lady. A negro being asked what he was in jail for, said it was for borrowing money. “But they don’t put people in jail for borrowing money,” said the questioner. “Yes. da do,” said the darkey, “but I had to knock de man down free fo’ times ’lore he’d lend it to me.” The stupidest boy that ever successfully* resisted the attempt to propel the etymolo gy of the word “baker” into his intellectual system will display more ingenuity and knowledge of strategy in robbing an apple orchard than the colonel of a militia regi ment. “Don’t prevaricate, sir!” thundered a British Columbian judge to a witness from the mines; “don’t prevaricate, sir !” “Can t help it, Judge,” answered the miner; “ever since I got a kick in the mouth from a mule, that knocked my teeth out, I prevaricate a good cleat” Said a distinguished politician to liis son: “Lock at me! I began as an aiderman, and here I am at the top of the tree; and what ia my reward ? Why, when I die, my son will be the greatest rascal in th® city.” “Yes, dad,” replied the young hope ful, “when you die—-but not till then.” A Kansas gentleman has thoughtfully put his front gate in the parlor, so that his daughter and her young man can swing oa it without taking cold during the airy weather. This is a humane suggestion to all lathers. A front gate io the parlor may save a good many dollars that would oth erwise he pni l out for cough syrup.