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BY BREWSTER & CO.
DIRECTORY.
STATE GOVERNMENT.
James M. Smith, Governor.
N. C. Barnet, Secretary of State.
J. W. Goldsmith, Comptroller General.
John Jones, Treasurer.
Joel Branham, Librarian.
John T. Brown, Principal Keeper of the
Penitentiary.
Qustavus J. Orr, State School Commis
sioner.
J. N. Janes, Commissioner of Agricul
ture.
Thomas D. Little, State Geologist.
JUDICIAL.
BLUE RIDGE CIRCUIT.
Nesi B. Knight, Judge.
C. D. Phillips, Solicitor General.
lime of Holding Court.
Giierokkk —Fourth Monday in Febru
ary, and first Monday in August.
Cobb—Second Monday in March and
Novena bor.
Dawson—Third Monday in April and
second Monday in September.
Fannin —Third Monday in May and Oc
tober.
Forsyth—First Monday in April and
fourth Monday in August.
Gilmer —Second Monday in May and
October.
Lumpkin—Second Monday in April and
Mrst Monday in September.
Milton —Fourth Monday in March and
third Monday in August.
Pickens—Fourth Monday in April and
September..
Towns —Monday after fourth Monday in
May and October.
Union —Fourth Monday in May and Oc
tober.
COUNTY OFFICERS.
C. M. McClure, Ordinary. Regular court
irxt Monday in each month.
J. W. Hudson, Ckrk Superior Court.
M. P. Morris, Sheriff.
E. G. Gramling, Deputy Sheriff.
John G. Evans, Treasurer.
Wm. N. Wilson, Tax Receiver.
Joseph G. Dupree, Tax Collector.
Wm. W. Hawkins, Surveyor.
Wua. Rampley, Coroner.
JUSTICE COURT—CANTON DIS.
Joseph E. Hutson, J. P.
It. F. Daniel, N. P.
U. G. Daniel, L. C
TOWN GOVERNMENT.
W. A. Toasly, Mayor
J. W. Hudson, Recorder.
.1. M. McAfee, J. B. lOrton, Jnine< O.
Dowda, N. J Garrison, Jubez Galt, Alder
inen.
COUNTY BOARD OF EDUCATION.
.James O. Dowda, President.
James W. Hudson, County School Com
misrioner.
Prof. James U. Vincent. Examiner.
Joseph M. McAfee, Allen Keith, .Joseph
J. Maddox’, John R. Moore.
Mealing* quarterly, in the court-house.
GBEROKEE TEACHERS’ ASSOCIA
TION.
Ja-ies O. Dowda, President.
M. B. Tuggle, Vice-President.
C. M McClure, Secretary. i
J. W. Attaway, Treasurer.
John D Atlaway, Censor Morum.
Prof, .Iviti* U. Vincent, Association Cor
respondent.
Regular meetings every second Saturday
in each month, al 10 a. m.
RELIGIOUS.
Baptist Cinvcis, Canton tia., time ol
nvrvice fourth Sunday in each month.
Rev. M. B. Tuggle, Pastor.
M. E. Church, time of service, preachers
ia charge.
Rev. R R. Johnson, first Sunday.
i - E. Ledbetter, second.
Rev. J. M. Hardin, third.
MASONIC.
Canton Lodge, No. 77, meets first and
third Monday nights in each month.
Joseph M. McAfee, W. M.
B. E. Ledhetter, Secretary.
Sixes Lodge, No. 282, meets first and
third Saturdays, 3 p. in.
C. Steele, W. M.
O. W. Pulman, Secretary.
GOOD TEMPLARS.
C AMON Lodge, No. 119, meets evary
Saturday, 8 p m.
E. B Hnllind. W. C. T.
George 1. Teasly, Secretary.
GRANGE.
Canton Grange No. 225, Canton Ga.
.lahez Galt, Master.
Joseph M. McAfee. Secretary.
attention.
tJifisens and Friends of the M. &
N. G. Railroad!
JOSEPH ELSAS,
At the old Pinckney Young Corner,
MARIETTA, GEORGIA,
Has a large stock ol —
PRY GOODS.
NOTIONS,
HATS, CLOTHING,
CROCKERY WARE.
BOOTS AND SHOES—the best custom
made work,
Which he offers cheap at Panic Prices.
Call and sec for yourself. No trouble to
demonstrate to you what is going on in sell
ing goods now’ during panic linns, when
g<N»ds must be sold for cash, and cash only
Thanking all my friends for their liberal
patronage, ami asking a continuance ol the
same, I am, very respectfully,
17 JOSEPH ELSAS.
atyttfikee (©euqjiiiit
WEIGHING THE BABY.
How many pounds does the baby weigh ?
Baby who came but a month ago ;
How many pounds from the growing curi
To the rosy point of the restless toe ?
Grandfather ties the kerchief knot,.
Tenderly guides the swinging weight,
And carefully over his glasses peers
To read the record: “Only eight.”
Softly the echo goes around ;
The father laughs at the tiny girl;
The fair young mother sings the words,
While grandmother smooths the golden
curl,
And, stooping above the precious thing,
Nestles a kiss within a prayer,
Murmuring softly, “Little one.
Grandfather did not weigh you fair.”
Nobody weighed the baby’s smiles,
Or the love that came with the helpless
one;
Nohody weighed the threads of care
From which a woman’s life is spun.
No index tells the mighty worth
Os a little baby’s breath,
A soft, unceasing metronome,
Patient and faithful unto death.
Nohody weighed the baby’s soul,
For here on earth no weights there be
That could avail. God only knows
Its value in eternity.
Only eight pounds to hold a soul
That seeks no angel’s silver wing,
But shrines it in its human guise
Within so fair and small a thing.
Oh, mother, laugh your merry note —
Be gay and glad—but don’t forget
From baby’s eyes looks out a soul
That claims a home in Eden yet.
—•- -ooi
A New Year’s Mystery.
Between the year 1840 and 1850 the
crime of burglary prevailed to an alarming
extent all over England. In the suburbs
of large towns, precautions of an almost in
credible nature had to be taken to provide
against the determined and skillful attacks
of midnight depredators. Iron shutters
protected the windows, and to these were
attached bells on springs to announce to
the household any attempt on the part of
the burglars. The doors were lined with
metnl, and strong bolls and bars afforded
further safeguard. It was no uncommon
thing for houses to be entered and robbed
in the twilight, and every door was provid
ed with a catch chain, which permitted i’
to be opened only a few inches thus allow
ing an unknown visitor to be scanned and
spoken to without the possibility of his
forcing his way into the dwelling. These
difficulties, however, did not thwart the
thief, but merely aroused his enterprise and
ingenuity.
As already stated, the vicinity of the large
towns afforded to lhe burglar his favorite
field of operations, and the very remarkable
c ase now to be narrated occurred in Edg
baston, a fashionable suburb of Birming
ham.
In 1843, there resided in Edgbaston a
wealthy retired merchant, named Gpodall.
He was a childless widower, and his two
mai lt-n -isters lived with him. His dwell
ing was one half of what is there known as
a double or semi-dctacncd villa. It was
large and sumptuously furnished, and Mr
Goodall was famous for the splendid en
tertainments lie gave. His plate was su
perb and his sisters’ jewelry unsurpassed.
In November of the year named, the res
ilience adjoining Mr. Goodall’s was rented
by a gentleman named Mathews. He, also,
was a widower, but twenty years younger
than Mr. Goodall, anil he had a daughter
aged about twenty-two, and a son eight or
ten years old. He furnished his house ele
gantly, and kept a very stylish turnout.
The neighbors were soon on intimate terms,
and the gentlemen frequently drove out to
gether. Mr. Mathews and his family spent
Christmas eve at the house of Mr. Goodall,
and the latter and his sisters agreed to eat
their New Years dinner and spend the even
ing at Mr. Mathews’.
Mr Goodall’s servants were invited to en
joy the occasion with Mr. Mathews’ do
mestics, and caused the laundry and the
loft above the stables to be tilled up taste
fully for their use.
On the morning of New Year's Day,
Miss Mary Goodall, Mr. Goodall's eldest
sister, slipped on the ice and so seriously
sprained her ankle as to render it needful
for her to remain at home. She insisted,
however, that no one should stay with her,
and after the departure of all the household
for Mr. Mathews’, she was able to lock the
front door, and so secure herself from intru
sion, the understanding being that her
brother and lhe domestics were to return
not later than midnight.
At about 12 80 Mr. Goodall and his sis
ter bade tbeir entertainers good night, hav
ing been detained longer than they antici
pated by the absence of Mr. Mathews, who
had been obliged to take one of his visitors
home in his carriage, as she was suddenly
taken ill.
I On reaching the front entrance of his res
idence, Mr. Goodall rang the bell. Several
minutes passed, and there was no response.
By this time the domestics had gathered at
the doorway, and much surprise was ex
pressed at Miss Goodall’s not answering the
summons. The bell was rung several times
CANTOX, CHEROKEE COUNTY, GA, WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 16, 1876.
Virtue and Intelligence—The Safeguards of Liberty.
with increased violence but in vain, and the
footman, climbing to the balcony of the par
lor, tried the windows, but found them fast.
After further delay, Mr. Goodall directed
him to break a pane and try to unfasten the
window. This, however, was fruitless, for,
as was to be expected, the iron shutters in
side the blind were closed. At this juncture,
a policeman appeared on the street, and in
quired what was the matter. Air. Goodall
gave a brief explanation, and then the offi
cer said :
“Was there nobody but the lady in the
house all the evening ?”
“No,” was the reply, “not since 7 o'clock,
when myself and sister and all the domes
tics went to a merry-making next door.”
“That’s odd,” the officer said. “I came
on duty at 10 o’clock, and soon afterwards,
as I passed here, I saw the door open and a
gentleman step out. Tie stood for a mo
ment, as though glancing at the weather
and then went back into the house.”
This announcement greatly astonished
Air. Goodall, and he expressed to the offi
cer his worst fears that something dreadful
had happened. The officer, accompanied
by two of the servants and Air. Alathews,
who by this time had been attracted by the
voices outside, and had joined the group on
Mr. Goodall’s entrance, went to the nearest
police station and procured a ladder. By
this means an entrance was had at one of
the upper windows by the footman, who
descended an I unlocked the front door.
On entering the parlor, the gas was
found turned down to a spark. Air. Good
all turned it on, and, as he did so, a shriek
arose from the domestics, who had crowded
t > the door. Aliss Mary Goodall lay across
the couch, with her head beaten in, and the
bead and brains bespattering the rich fur
niture, the carpet and the wall. Two val
uable diamond rings had been torn from
her fingers, and a splendid emerald brooch
was missing from her bosom. Air. Alathews,
the officer, and the footman, began a search
of the premises. In the library, adjoining
the parlor, all was confusion. Air. Good,
all’s secretary had been rifled of a large
sum of money, and two elegantly chased
silver globes were gone. The butler’s pant
ry had been ransacked, and a strong plate
had been wrenched open, and the
content removed. From the chambers up
stairs jewelry of great value had been taken
and the contents of the bureaus lay scatter
ed around. Over the grief of the brother
and sister so awfully bereaved, avail must
be drawn.
Information was conveyed at once to Col.
Snell, Chief of Police, and the premises
were subjected to a rigid scrutiny. Not a
door or window was found unfastened ex
cept the window forced by the footman,
and the mam entrance, likewise opened by
him from the inside. Here was a startling
mystery. How had the burglar got in?
How had they quitted the house with their
booty ? There were no foot-marks, no fin
ger-marks, no clew of the slightest descrip
tion as to who the burglars were, their
number, or tbeir method of entering or
quitting the premises. The house just as it
was found, was left in charge of the police,
and the most expert detectives, after exam
ining the dwelling from cellar to roof, ad
mitted that they were beaten.
But the officer had seen a man about 13
o’clock or soon after, open the front door
and then close it,so that there hud been one
man there at all events. The snine officer
also remembered that as he approached the
house from the Edgbaston Road he met a
carriage which was being raoidly driven
away. This was about two minutes before
he saw the man at the door. Much impor
tance was not attached to the circumstance,
however, as the carriage was in all proba
bility that in which Mr. Alathews accom
panied h’s sick visitor to her home.
All Birmingham was throw into conster
nation at this dreadful and mysterious oc
currence. Lambert, the great London, de
tective, took the matter in hand; but was :
apparently as unsuccessful as the local po
lice in discovering any clew. The day after
the murder, Air. Mathews and his family
closed their house and removed temporari
ly to a hotel. The inquest was held, an
open verdict returned, and the body of the
murdered woman interred.
On the day of the funeral, detective Lam-1
belt and ar. associate paid another visit to
the Goodall residence, and went over the i
premises for the hundredth time. Then I
Lambert first heard that Mr. Alathews and
his fam ly had quitted the adjoining hou<e.
He procured an entrance, and searched it
as thoroughly as he had Mr. Goodall’s resi
dence. All the furniture and many articles
of value had been left behind, but every
thing that was easily portable had evidently
been removed. The detectives searched
the closets, the attics, the roof, the cellar,
in hope of finding means of communication
between the two houses, but there was none.
In the kitchen grate wore the lemains of|
some papers which had been burned. Lam- j
bert looked around tor the poker to stir ,
them with, but no such article was near.
He used his hands, and then sought for
water to wash them. On the opposite side
of the kitchen was a party pump-—that is,
a pump that had two handles, one in Good
all's house, and one in Mathews’.* You
could see from one kitchen into the other,
and when the top of lhe cylinder was un
screwed and removed, there was a hole
leading from one kitchen into the other,
eight or tea inches in diameter one way,
and six the other.
Lambert and his associate gazed at the
hole fur fully half a minute without saying
a word. Then the two officers lobked at
each other and simultaneously exclaimed:
“That’s it!”
“No man could get through there,” Lam
bert’s associate said.
“True,” was the reply, “but a boy could
and he had a boy. Let’s go up stairs and
look at something.”
In a wardrobe in an up-stairs room was a
quantity of wearing apparel. It had already
been examined, but Lambert went over it
again. Among the clothes was a boy’s
blue cloth blouse. The back of it was cov
ere l with lime-wash, and the front buttons
were half-ripped off.
“This settles it,” said Lambert, as he held
it up. “The boy went through that bole,
and opened the door to admit the man and
his pals, for there were two or three of
them.”
In ten minutes the two detectives were at
the Men-and-Cbiekens Inn, but Air. Alath
ews and his family had gone. They were
traced, by means of the boy, to Liverpool,
and captured on board of an outward
bound vessel, which was already under
weigh. Mathews had in his possession
some seven thousand pounds, the result of
the robbery, and three splendid diamonds,
identified as Air. Goodall’s. Alathews w’as
identified as one Brice, who had formerly
been a malster at Bermondsey, but had
defrauded his creditors and decamped. The
woman who passed as his daughter was his
wife, and the boy was their child.
When Mathews found that everything
was dead against him, and his case utterly
hopeless, he made a clean breast of it. He
had been connected for over two years with
a gang of burglars who had worked the
Midland counties, and had undertaken the
robbery of Goodall’s house, satisfied by the
reports of his confederates that it would re
pay the task. In taking the adjoining house,
his design was to work through into ths
cellar, which, with the aid of his coachman
and groom, who were his confederates, he
could soon have done. But accidentally
discovering the means of communication by
the pump, he planned the New Year’s day
party 1o get the Goodalls and their domes
tics out of the way, so as to ransack the
house without any fear of detection. After
he had miule all his preparations, the de
tention of Aliss Goodall at home with a
sprained ankle seemed to upset all his plans.
He had got everything in the house on cred
it, and it was a desperate game, so that
rather than lose the last chance he resolved
if needs be to take the unfortunate woman’s
life. When he quitted his visitors for the
purpose of accompanying his sick guest
home, he was but performing a part of the
plot, the supposed lady being in league with
him. The carriage stood below in the road
without exciting suspicion, with the female
accomplice inside, while Alathews returned
to the rear of the house, and passed bis son
through lhe pump-hole. The lad acting on
his father’s instructions, easily opened the
back door and admitted Mathews and bis
supposed groom. The door was again
closed and fastened, and the boy handed
through the hole again to a. confederate. As
Mathews was about to ascend the stairs,
Miss Goodall, hearing a noise, cried out in
an alarmed voice:
“Who’s there?”
Mathews darted back to the kitchen and
seized the poker.
“Come on,” said he to his confederate,
“or we shall be bagged.”
The two passed hurriedly towards the
parlor. Mathews entered, and, before Miss
Goodall could utter a scream, brained her
with a poker. Then they turned down the
gas and ransacked the library, proceeding
next up stairs. The groom moved all the
booty to the carriage, which was driven off.
Pausing for a moment, lest the carriage
wheels should attract the attention of any
one in his own house, Alathews at length
opened the front door to depart. There
was a faint light in the hall, which was
shed full on the uniform of a policeman on
the sidewalk below. Alathews with great
presence of mind, looked up at the sky as
though scanning the weather, and then
re-entered the house and closed the door.
He locked it as he found it, and returning
to the kitchen, directed bis sou to be pass
ed through the pump-bole as before. This
was done and after quitting the hou'e by
the back door, the boy bolted it and was
safely drawn back into the adjoining kitch- i
eu. The poker with which the fatal blow i
was struck was dropped into the well, j
Mathews then followed the carriage into ’
Edgbaston road, where it awai'ed him and
drove off to superintend the d sposal of the
stolen property. This took him longer
than be expected, and. on his return home,
after midnight, he excused himself to his
visitors by saying that his companion was
so ill that he had to remain with her until '
the arrival of a medical man.
Mathews was banged at Warwick in the I
spring of 1844 His confederates were not
captured, and it is supposed they tied to •
this country. •
Mental System.
The faculty of concentrating the mind
on the matter in hand, to the exclusion < f
all other things, is one of the rarest and
most valuable gifts with which a man can
be endowed. To commence with a theory,
to think it out to its legitimate results, to
reduce those resuhs to a concrete, and. if
it be in material science, to proceed to ex
periment and practice, without diverging
in any direction from the purpose, is pos
sible to veiy few men. We do not think
we are overstating the case when we assert
that, in proportion as a man is gifted with
this faculty, he will become a successful in
vestigator of the phenomena of nature.
Certain it is, that the most eminent men in
the scientific worll have been remarkable
for this power of self-concentration ; and
the study of nature and her laws —wh ch
go from process to process, and from fact
to fact, by strict induction and with inex
orable logic—is the pursuit of all ethers for
the employment of this invaluable talent,
as well as for the increase of its strength.
The study of nature, or science, is the best
occupation for the mind, if it be desired to
systematize the thinking faculty, and to
produce the greatest result from the exer
tion of the intellect. It is one phase of the
same power of which thoroughness of work
is another; for, if the ability of mental
concentration can be acquired, it is by do
ing most thoroughly and earnestly the
work in hand. So the true worker never
wastes time and strength in going back to
what he has already accomplished ; but,
having done it once, he is prepared for the
next process, and so goes on with the least
possible dispersion of his mental force.—
[Scientific American.
Newspapers.—ln a very interesting com
position on “Newspaper,” read by Aliss Al
lie Reid at the closing exercises of the Craw
fordville Academy, Nov. 30th, and publish
ed in the Home Journal, we find the follow
ing fine tribute to newpapers in general:
What an institution a newspaper is!
How full of philosophy, fun, fiolic, wit and
humor, to say nothing of instruction. What
a bonanza of intellectual riches it brings to
the old, young and' middle-aged. A news
paper is a mirror of the world and its every
day scenes. Without it there can be no
such thing as real enjoyment of 1 fe. Who
would be without one for the little pittance
paid for subscription price? I would not,
I am sure. It is emphatically the institu
tion of the day, which no ■well posted man ,
woman or family can afford to be without.
In this age of steam, telegraph and balloons,
a newspaper becomes one of the prime ne
cessities of life; it teaches us what is going
on in the outside world—who preaches
grand sermons, who makes the best speech
es, where good schools can be found, what
fushonable watering places will be most vis
ited, whore the best fruit is grown and sold,
what style of dress will be most fashionable,
what hats, what bonnets, what shoes, and
indeed, all articles of each and every varie
ty making up the apparel of a well dressed
lady or gentleman. Questions of finance
discussed, business out-looks presented.
And all this information put in such sim
plified forms and shapes as to make one
xvonder why everybody is not a good finan
cier, speaker, writer, preacher, teacher,
dress-maker or milliner.
Cutting Glass AVitiiout a Diamond.—
An easy method of breaking glass to any
required form is making a small notch, by
menns of a file, on the edge of a piece of
glass ; then make the end of a rod of iron
red hot in the fire, apply the hot iron
to the notch, and draw it slowly along the
surface of the glass, in any direction you
please; a crack will be made in the glass
and will follow the direction of the iron.
Round glass bottles and flasks may be cut
in the middle by wrapping round them a
worsted thread dipped in spirits of turpen
tine, and setting it on fire when fastened on
the glass. This process is familiar to old
campaigners, with whom glass bottles are
more plentiful than tumblers, and the for
mer arc thus utilized to supply a want of
the latter.
Good.—The Montgomery Advertiser says
that a brakeman on one of the roads run
ning into the city, went to the superintend
ent for permission to lay off for a day, and
made a requ»*st for a pass to ride home on.
The superintendent said, “If you were
working for a farmer, and wanted to go
home, do you suppose he would hitch up
his team and take you ?” “No,” said the
brakeman ; “but if lie had a team already
hitched up, and was going right past the
door, I’d say he was a d—d mean cuss not
to take me.” He got his pass.
SI ad Dog Bites.—The moment anyone
has been bitten or stung, a rag should be
thoroughly wetted with spirits of hartshorn |
and patted on the bitten place for an hour,'
then bound on, to be repeated for twenty
four hours. There are two reasons for this:
the hartshorn creates a smarting, and red
ness and inflammation, which keeps the
blood on the surface, and tends to keep the
poison on the outride, so that it may be
washed out; second, the virus of poison
ous bites and stings is an acid, and harts- (
VOLUME 1.-NUMBER 28.
horn is the strongest alkali, which antago
nizes an acid in an instant. If no harts
horn is at hand, take the lye of wood asbos,
or even make a poultice of fresli wood
ashes and water, which make an alkali,
and let it remain on the wound until some
hartshorn can be procured.
A dog ought not to be killed if be has
bitten a person, although he may appear to
be mad, because such animals, when al
lowed to become quiet and composed, have
often returned to a perfectly natural condi
tion, and thus the mind of a person bitten
has been saved from most terrible fore
bodings.
Another Life. —Those who ad.irro the
writings of George D. Prtntice will bo
pleased to read the following extract again:
“It can not be that earth is man’s only
abiding place. It can not be that our lite
is a bubble cast up by the ocean of eterni
ty, to float a moment on its waves, and sink
into nothingness. Else, why is it that the
high and glorious aspirations, which leap
like angels from the temples of our hearta,
are forever unsatisfied ? Why is it that the
rainbows come over us with a beauty that
is not of earth, and then off and leave
us to muse on their loveliness ? Why is it
that the stars which ‘hold their festival
around the midnight thrones’ are set above
the grasp of our limited faculties, forever
mocking us with their unapproachable glo
ry ? And finally, why is it that the bright
forms of human beauty are presented to
our view and taken from us, leaving the
thousand streams of our affection to flow
back like Alpine torrents upon the heart ?
We are born to a higher destiny than that
of earth. There is a realm where the rain
bow never fades, where the stars will spread
out before us like the islands that slumber
on the ocean, and where the beautiful be
ings which pass before us like shadows
will stay in our presence forever.”
Rules for Living. —The following rules
could be observed by everybody with de
cided profit:
1. Never put off till to-morrow what y»u
can do to-day.
2. Never trouble others to do what you
can do yourself.
3. Never spend your money before you
have it.
4. Never buy what you do not want bo
cause it is cheap.
5. Pride costs us much hunger, thirst,
and cold.
6. We never repent of eating too little.
7. Nothing is troublesome that we do
willingly.
8. How much pain those little evils cost
us which never happen.
9. Take things always by their smooth
handle.
10. When angry always count ten before
you speak.
If our boys are to conquer anything in
life, let it be money, fame, or religious faith,
the surest preparation is to give them obsti
nacy of purpose—staying power. The
half-hearted fellow, the man who plays
critic all his days, the man who sits scowl
ing at the corner, showing the old sores of
some long-ago disappointment, carping at
luckier men—these will always be the un
der dogs in the fight, and make but a scanty
meal in life. As for your humbug— your
sham—i o matter how well he plays his
part of hero or saint, or how brilliant his
apparent success, he is sure to be found
out; the world spews him out at last. Aft
er all, modern philosophy or modern theo
ries of human nature or sciology, can yield
no better rule of life than that in which the
Hebrew king summed up his experience of
knowledge, woman, wine, wealth, and reli
gion : “Whatever thy right hand findeth to
do, do with thy might.”— [New York
Tribune.
At an auction of goods on Harrison ave
nue yesterday, when a woman made a bid
on an old bureau worth about two dollars,
a boy slipped around to another woman
and whispered in her oar:
"You see that woman over there with a
bine bow on ?”
“Yes.”
“Well she says that no woman with a
red nose can buy any thing at this sale?”
The woman with a red nose pushed her
way into the crowd and run the price of
the bureau up to twelve dollars and as it
was knocked down to her she remarked :
“I may have a red nose, but no cross-eyed
woman with a blue bow on, can bluff me.—
Detroit Free Press.
It is a mistake to think that death raises
mentolleiven, or sends them to dismal
abodes. Alen go to a good world or a bad
one before they die. Death only touches
them to wake up, and show them what
they are.—[E. 11. Sears.
Beware of biting jests—the more truth
they carry with them the greater wounds
they give—the greater smarts they cause,
and the greater scars they leave behind
them.
The color of onr whole life is generally
such as the first three or four years in which
we arc our own master make it.