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AMERICUS, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, JULY 25, 1883.
THE HIVE** OF XIHE.
Come, fill me aglass from the River of Time,
A bright flowing bumper, fill it high to the
brim,
’Till I drink to the friends who passed in
their prime,
’Till I drink to their shadows, fantastic
grim.
What is life, what is death on the River of
Time,
But a ray on a rose, then a puff of the air,
Which wafts the soul’s fragrance to a king
dom sublime,
Far away from men’s treason, life’s tor
ment and care:
Letme quaff to tho bower where my dream
love began,
In tho far bygono days of gladness and
glee,
When my boat, with my joy, on Time’s Riv
er ran,
With the breeze for her sail, loud laugh
ing and free.
Farewell to those days when the heart was
still young,
And 1 danced in the dreamlight of Hope’s
morning star;
Fare well to the days when my free footsteps
sprung
Over mountain and valley, e’er streamlet
and bar.
In the sunbeams I played, while their glo
ries beguiled.
And the smile of love’s eye was the gem
of my soul;
And I sailed on that stream with the pride
of a child,
Whose butterfly joy is a paradise whole.
Oh, never again shall one moment return,
With its morning of hope, and its garland
of spring,
For deep down in the heart the embers that
burn
Rounds the • dreams of my youth to cere
ments cling.
With the seasons that come, and the seasons
that go,
As he counts tiie far years ere his man
hood is born,
Youth’s patience is long, and his biding is
slow.
And old Time’s rolling river is compassed
with scorn.
With the sunsets that fade, and the twi
lights that fall,
As he numbers the days, swift-wing’d in
their flight,
Ere he lays aside care at the Death-Angel’s
call,
Age turns to tiie past with a far fading
sight:
“Where is genius?” he asks; “where is tal
ent’s reward?”
And he fixes his gaze on the River of
Time;
“It is ground under foot by a cold-hearted
horde,
The noisy in brass, and the cringers to
crime.”
And the river flows on, as I stand on the
brink,
Aud the friends of a day pass by on the
tide;
And the good and the true undeservedly
sink,
And the bad and the bold undeservedly
ride.
W\SC>Y,TA,
THE IKON ROOM.
Directly the large country house be
gan to lose its guests, the hostess, Mrs.
Hope, had time to look about her, and
one of the first inconvenient things she
saw was the very evident love affair
between handsome Jack Talbot, of the
—th, who had nothing in the world
but his Captain’s pay, and her only
daughter Lillian, whoi e first duty to
her parents lay in making an eligible
match! This would never do. But
the worldly-wise lady reflected that
Capt. Talbot’s visit was only to last
three days longer, and with true art
appeared blissfully content with the
position. The night before he went
away, the suitor applied to Mr. Hope,
and begged to have his prayer favora
bly answered; and he (having received
his brief from his wife) temporized
gently; spoke of youth, changeable
affections, and so on, and said ho could
not at present give a definite answer.
“My I hope?” asked the suitor.
“If you like,” said tho father; and
nothing could have ended better. Lil
lian waved a damp pocket-handker
chief from the window and the knight
“rode away.”
A month later Jack was ordered to
Egypt, and Mrs. Hope thought it
highly probable that all her difficulties
would be removed by the Egyptians.
If not, time was gained at any rate,
and Lillian was growing handsomer
every day.
“My dear,” said Mr. Hope one eve
ning. “Lord Blackmoor is evidently
struck with Lillian.”
“So I see,” responded the wife, smil
ing complacently?
“I shouldn’t be surprised if bespoke
shortly.”
“So much the better.”
“But, ah—how about the other fel
low?” queried Mr. Hope, uneasily.
“Nothing about him,” said Mrs.
Hope resolutely; “he must not be men
tioned.”
“Lord Blackmoor is very old.” •
“Ho will make the better husband.”
“Lillian is a beautiful, warm-hearted
girl!” faltered the father.
“Had she not been beautiful a coro
net would not bp offered her.”
“But, Harriet, you and I were both
young when we were married!”
Mrs. Hope calmly fixed her fine eyes
on the ceiling, and her husband Baw
sentiment would find no response.
Anc so, while Jack was bronzing
his handsome face and fighting for his
country in Egypt, his Lillian was de
sired to receive the addresses of an
elaborate old fop of seventy-five, and
she only eighteen. But these things
happen, so we mast contemplate them.
Between her mother and Lord
Blackmoor it was arranged that tho
wedding s-hould take place in December
and in the meantime rumor came that
Captain Talbot was killed.
The Hopes’ return took place the end
lof November, and the bridegroom-elect
was to come there in December. He
arrived, and, to the girl, seemed more
distasteful than ever. He followed her
about with an affection of youthful
ardor, which sorely warred with gout
and dyspepsia.
“Momma,” said the frenzied Lillian,
“if you don’t keep him away from me
now, I’ll say ‘no’ at the altar!” And
fearing that this was true, Mrs. Hope
rejoiced in an attack of gout, which
confined the old nobleman to his room,
where she treated him with flattery and
devotion.
So then the poor girl wandered down
to the boat house. It was half a mile
from the house, and there was a snugly
furnished iron room there, where tea
things and spirit lamps were kept.
Lillian had often made tea here in the
happy summer; and now she entered
the room, which struck cold and damp
from long disuse, and throwing herself
in a chair, sobbed a. if her heart were
breaking.
A footstep outside made Lillian start
up quickly. It was the postman on
his way to the house.
“Have you any letters for me?”
asked the girl.
“Yes, miss, surely,” said the mau;
and he found three, handed them to
her, and passed on.
Lillian re-entered the iron room,
sank on a sofa, aud with trembling
hands tore open one—it was from
Jack. As she read it she found that
other letters had been sent to her—who
had them? Jack was in London; said
he was fast recovering from his wounds
and that he had determined to come
down and hear from her own lips that
she gave him up. And concluded by
saying he would be at the boat house
oy 5 o’clock the next evening—would
she meet him there?”
The next evening meant this even
ing; this evening that ever was; for
the letter had been written the day be
fore.
Lillian’s delight at this unexpected
news was paramount. She hastened
back to the house, determining that
nothing should reveal the change. She
inquired civilly after Lord Blackmoor,
had five dresses tried on by a dress
maker, dvoee with her mother to pay
some calls; and when they returned
home it was a quarter to five o’clock.
Mrs. Hope ordered tea for herself in her
bed-room, saying she should sit after
ward with Lord Blackmoor till dinner
time, so Lillian was at liberty. She
escaped in the dark winter’s afternoon,
ran swiftly down through tho park,
and as she neared the boat house she
saw a tall, well known figure keeping
out of the way of observation. Her
heart beat so violently that she could
scarcely go on, and then the lover threw
caution to the winds, and in another
few secunds all that was needful was
told, and the old, old story went on as
smoothly as it no old Lord Blackmoor
existed.
Late that night, after Mrs. Hope and
the servants had gone to bed, Lillian
•ought her father in the library.
“My dear girl, what is the matter?”
he cried, nervously, as the fair form of
his daughter, robed in a light blue
dressiug gown, suddenly appeared and
sat down on his foot-stool.
“Papa, Jack isn’t dead,” whispered
Lillian, fixing her lovely eyes on Mr
Hope’s wondering countenance and
fondling his hand.
“Isn’t he, my dear?” helplessly in
quired the old gentleman, who had
been aware of t,he fact for some time.
“I’m going to marry Jack, papa—”
“Then don’t tell me, my dear, don’t
tell me!” exclaimed Mr. Hope, a beam
of delight on his countenance “I know
nothing about it, mind; if I did your
mother would worm it out of mo.” For
there are still “Caudle Lectures,” dear
reader.
“Then, dear, dear papa—you won’t
be angry—if—to-morrow—”
“Never, my love never, as long as I
know nothing about it,” hastily cried
the father, kissing the pretty upturned
face, and added in a whisper, “Talbot
is the soul of honor, and lean trust
him.”
In the gray morning it was Miss
Hope’s habit to take a walk. Sle
took one the next morning, and a muf
fled figure emerged from the iron room
to meet her. And by the first np train
these two reached London, and by the
time Lord Blacktnoor’s gout relented
sufficiently to enable him to appear at a
late breakfast, where he hoped to meet
his fair fiancee, a telegram announced
to the scandalized mother, the appar
ently scandalized father, and the mor
tified nobleman that Lillian would never
wear a coronet.
She did not do badly, though. An
eccentric godmother of Capt. Talbot’s
was so impressed by the faetthat agirl
had refused a coronet for his sake that
she left him her fortune.— The Argosy.
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Physicians use Shrine r’s In
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THE BAD BOY IN MOURNING.
He Tells About a Funeral at His
House.
“Why don’t you take an ice pick
and clean the dirt out from under your
finger nails,” said the grocery man to
the bad boy, as he came into the store
and stroked the cat the wrong way as
•he lay in the sun on the counter, on a
quire of manilla paper.
“Can’t remove the dirt for thirty
days. It is an emblem of mourning.
Had a funeral at our house yesterday,”
aud the boy took a pickle out of a tub
and put it in the cat’s month, and then
went to the show case, while the gro
cery man, whose back had been turned
during the pickle exercise, thought by
the way the cat jumped into the dried
apple barrel and began to paw and
scratch with all four of her feet, yowl,
that she was going to have a fit.
“I hadn’t heard about it,” said the 1
grocery man, as he took the cat by the
neck and tossed her out in the back
shed into an old oyster box fuff of saw
dust, with a parting injunction that if
she was going to have fits she better
go out whero there was plenty of fresh
air. “Death is always a sad thing to
contemplate. One day we are full of
health and joy and cold victuals, and
the next we are screwed down in a box,
a lew words are said over our remains,
a few tears are sh and and there is a race
to see who shall get back from the
cemetery first, and though we may
think we are an important factor in
the world’s progress, and sometimes
feel as though it would be unable to
put up margins and have to stop the
deal, the world goes right along, and
it must annoy people who die to real
ize that they don’t count, for game.
The greatest man in the world is only
a nine-spot when he is dead, because
somebody else takes the tricks the dead
man ought to have taken. But, say
who is dead at your house?
“Our rooster. Take care don’t you
hit mo with that canvassed ham,” said
the boy, as the grocery mau looked
mad to learn that there was nobody
dead but a rooster, when he had
preached such a sermon on the subject.
“Yes how soon we are forgotten when
we are gona. Now, you would have
thought that rooster’s hen would have
remained faithful to him for a week at
least. I have watched them all tho
spring, and never saw a perfect pic
ture of devotion than that between the
bantam rooster and his hen. They
were constantly together, and there
was nothing too good for her. He
would dig up angle worms and call
her, and when she came np on a gallop
aud saw the great big worm on the
ground, she would look so proud of
her rooster, and he would straighten
up and look as though he was saying
to her, “I’m a daisy,” and then she
would look at- him as if she would like
to kiss him, and just as she was going
to pick up the worm he would 6natch
it and swallow it himself, and chuckle
and walk around and be full of busi
ness, as though wondering why she
didn’t take the worm after he had dug
it for her, and then the hen would look
disappointed at first, and then she
would be resigned as much as to say,
“Worms are too rich for my blood
anyway, and the poor, dear rooster
needs them more than I do, because he
has to do all the crowing,” and she
would go off and find a grasshopper
and eat it on the sly for fear he would
see her and complain because she did
not divide. Oh, I have never seen any
thing that seemed to me so human as
the relations between that rooster and
hen. He seemed to try to do every
thing for her. But I was disgusted
with him when the poor hen was set
ting. The first week that she sat on
the eggs he seemed to get along first
rate, because he had a couple of flower
beds to dig up, which a press of busi
ness had caused him to neglect before,
and a couple of neighbor’s gardens to
destroy, so he seemed to be glad to
have his hen retire to her boudoir and
set, but after he had been shooed out
of the gardens and flower beds he
seemed to be nervous, and evidently
wanted to be petted, and he would go
near the hen and she would seem to
tell him to go and take a walk around
the block, because she hadn’t time to
leave her business, and if they didn’t
attend to it thoy would have a lot of
spoiled eggs on their hands, and no
family to bring up. He would scold,
and seem to tell her that it was all
foolishness, that for his part he didn’t
want to hear a lot of chickens squawk
ing around. He would seem to argue
with her that a brood of chickens
would be a dead give away on them
both, and they would at once be class
ed as old folks, while if they were
alone in the world they would be
spring chickens, and could go iu young
society, but the hen would scold back,
and tell him he ought to be ashamed
of himself to talk that way, and he
would go off mad, and sulk around a
spell, and then go to a neighbor’s hen
house and sometimes he wouldn’t come
back till the next day. The hen would
be sorry she had spoken so cross, and
would be pained at his going away and
would look anxiously for his return,
and when he came back after being out
in the rain all night, she would be so
licitous after his health, and tell him
he ought to wrap something around
him, but he acted as though he didn’t
caro for his health, and he would go
out again and get chilled through.
Finally the hen came off the nest with
ten chickens, and the rooster seemed
very proud, and when anybody came
I out to look at them he would crow,
) and seem to say they were all his chick-
ens, though the hen was a long time
hatching them, and if it had been him
that was setting on them he could have
hatched them out in a week, or died a
trying. But the exposure told on him,
and he went into a decline, and one
morning we found him dead. Do you
know, I never seen a hen that scorned
to realize a calamity as she did. She
looked pale and her eyes looked red,
and she seemed to be utterly crushed.
If the chickens which were so young
they could not realize that they were
little orphans, became noisy and got to
pulling and hauling over a worm, and
conducted themselves in an unseem
ingly manner, she would talk to them
in hen language, with tears in her eyes
and it was a picture of woe. Bat the
next day a neighboring rooster got to
looking through the fence from the al
ley, and trying to flirt with her. At
first she was indignant, and seemed to
tell him he ought to go about his bus
iness, and leave her alone, but the dude
kept clucking and pretty soon the
widowed hen edged up toward the fence,
and asked him to come in, but the hole
in the fence was too small for him, and
then the chickens went out in the al
ley and the hen followed them out. I
shall always think she told the chick
ens to go out, so she would have an
excuse to go after them, and flirt with
the rooster, and I think it is a perfect
shame. She is out in the alley half
the time, and I could cuff her. It
seems to me wrong to so soon forget
a deceased rooster, but I suppose a hen
can’t be any more than human. Say,
you don’t want to buy a good dead
rooster do you? You could pick it
and sell it to somebody that owes yon
fora spring chicken.
“No, I don’t want any deceased
poultry, that died of grief, and you
better go home and watch your hen, or
you will be bereaved some more,” and
the grocery man went out in the shed
to see if the cat was over its fit, and
when he came back the boy was gone,
and after awhile the grocery man saw
a crowd in front of the store, and he
went out and found the dead rooster
lying rn the vegetable stand with a pa
per penned on his breast, on which
was a sign, “ This ruster died of colix.
For sale cheep to bordiug.house only.”
He took the dead rooster and threw it
in the street, and looked up and down
the street for the bad boy, and went in
and hid a raw hide where he could
reach it handy. -Peck’s Sun.
MLL NYE IN A SAW MILL.
I have just returned from atrip up
from the North Wisconsin Railway,
where I went to catch a string of cod
fish and anything else that might be
contagious.
Northern Wisconsin is the place
where .hey yank a big wet log into a
mill and turn it into cash as quick as a
railroad man can draw his salary out
of the pay car. The log is held on a
carriage Dy means of iron dogs while it is
being worked into lumber. These iron
dogs are not like those we see on the
front steps of a brown-stone front occa
sionally. They aro another breed of
dogs.
The managing editor of the mill lays
out the log in his mind and works it
into dimension stuff shingle bolts, sla. s,
edgings, two by fours, two by eights,
two by sixes, etc., so as to use the goods
to the best advantage, just as a woman
takes a dress pattern and cuts it so she
won’t have to piece the front breadths,
and will still have enough left to make
a polonaise for the last summer gown.
I stood there for a long time watch
ing the various saws and listening to
their monotonous growl, and wishing
that I had been born a successful tim
ber thief instead of a poor boy without
a rag to my back.
At one of these mills, not long ago,
a man backed up to get away from the
carriages, and thoughtlessly backed
against a large saw that was revolving
at the rate of about two hundred times
a minute. The saw took a large chew
of tobacco from the plug he had in his
pistol pocket, and then began on him.
But there’s no use going into details.
Such things are not cheerful. They
gathered him up out of the saw-dust
and put him in a nail-keg and carried
him away, but he did not speak again,
bife was quite extinct. Whether it
was the nervous shock that killed him,
or the concussion of the cold saw
against his liver that killed him, no
one ever knew.
The mill shutdown a couple of hours
so that the head sawyer could file his
saw, and then work was resumed once
more.
We should learn from this never to
lean on the buzz saw when it movetb
itself aright.
Vital Questions.
Ask the most eminent physician
Of any school, what is the best thing in
the world for quieting and allaying all irri
tation of the nerves and curing all forms of
nervous complaints, giving natural, child
like refreshing sleep always?
And they will tell you unhesitatingly
“Some form of Hops!”
chatter i.
Ask any or all of the most eminent physi
-01 “'what is the best and only remedy that
can be relied on to cure all diseases of the
kidneysand urinary organs; such as Bright s
disease, diabetes, retention or inability to
retain urine, and all the diseases and ail
ments peculiar to Women”—
“And they will toll you explicitly and em
phatically ‘Buchu-’ ’’
Ask the same physicians
“What is the most reliable and surest cure
for all liver diseases or dyspepsia; constipa
tion, indigestion, biliousness, malarial fever,
ague, Sec.," and they will tell you:
“Mandrake 1 or Dandelion 1
Hence, when these remedies are combined
with others equally valuable
And compounded into Hop Bitters, such a
[Concluded next week.]
s FOUR DOLLARS PER ANNUM.
Mr.* and Mrs. Spoopendyke.
Drake’s Traveler’s Magazine.
“Now, my dear,” said Mr. Spoopen
dyke, rubbing his hands gleefully and
contemplating his wife from the oppo
site seat of tho railway car with a
pleasant smile. “Now, my dear, sup
poso we take a look at the lunch of
which we have had such remarkable
accounts. If there is anything nice
when a man is traveling, it is a home
made lunch. Develop the viands, and
let joy uuconfined!” and Mr. Spoopen
dyke laughed outright in anticipation
of the gustatory delights in store for
him.
All right, giggled Mrs. Spoopen
dyke, opening the basket with tremb
ling hands. “Now yon hold that and
don’t yon open anything until I get it
all out,” and Mrs. Spoopeudyke hand
ed him a long roll of something done
np in a coarse brown paper.
“How much more of this is there to
get out?” demanded Mr. Spoopendyke,
sniffing at the paper and detecting Bo
logna sausage, a thing he detested.—
“What is this, anyway, a club to keep
the rest of the lunch in order? Is this
thing the police force of this lunch?
Fetch forth the law-abiding elements,
if you’ve got any! Never mind the ex
ecutive of this feast, produce the labor
ing faction, the tax-paying end ot the
business!”
“Here’s some cheese,” murmured
Mrs. Spoopendyke, and a pie and some
smoked beef and some herring, and—”
“Haven’t ye got some salt some
where?” hissed Mr. Spoopendyke,
planting the bologna on end in the cen
ter of the pie. “How’m I to quench
my thirst after eating all this truck,
unless I have salt? Where’s the mus
tard that goes with these mercies?”
and Mr. Spoopendyke dove into the
package of beef and scattered the con
tents over his wife’s lap. “I’ll bet the
Bologna can whip the cheese in four
rounds!” he yelled hauliug the offend
ing sausage out of the pie and jobbing
it through the cheese. “Hurray! Now
we will sponge him off with the her
ring lor the next round!” and Mr. S.
seized a fish by the tail and slammed
it into the basket.
“Don’t pleaded Mrs. Spoopendyke,
looking helplessly on. “I like those
things, if you don’t.”
“Can’t ye let the lunch have a lit
tle?” squealed Mr. Spoopendyke, ham
mering at the cheese with the sausage.
“Of course you like these things! they
are right in your line! All you want
is a strike and a step-lader to be a salt
mine! Where’s my lunch? Bring on
the delicacies calculated to supply the
waste tisue of Spoopendyke!” and the
worthy gentleman drove the sausage
clear through the pie and impaled the
herring on the other end.
“Here’s a Charlotte, and a—” com
menced Mrs, Spoopendyke.
“Hand me the blushing Charlotte!”
howled Mr. Spoopendyke, who had
fixed his mind on cold chicken, and
saw no realization of his anticipations.
“Show me the Charlotte just budding
into womanhood, and she shall have
the pie! Give me—hey! What’s
that?”
“This is a canot beans!” exclaimed
Mrs. Spoopendyke, brightening a little
You know you always liked beans.”
“Let’s have ’em!” growled Mr. S.
reaching for them. “\\ hat have you
got to open them with?”
“I’m afraid I left the can opener at
home,” whispered Mrs. Spoopendyke,
rumbling through the basket. ,
“How do you propose to open ’em
then?” roared Mr. Spoopendyke, set
ting his teeth and breathing hard.
“Show me the spring that busts this
cover off! Guide me into the combi
nation of this stem winding can of
beans! Maybe this’ll do-it!” and Mr.
Spoopendyke again grabbed the sau
sage and went for the can. “How’m
I getting on he yelled, as the Bologna
tlew in all directions. “Think you be
gin to smell those beans any more
plainly than you did? Wa-b-h!” ho
shrieked, as a huge chunk of the pork
broke off short and landed in his ear.
“This hog don’t know who he’s fool
ing with! Let me introduce you to
Spoopendyke!” and he ground the ssn
sage flat against the can and dropped
the debris on the floor.
“I don’t know what we are going to
do!” murmured Mrs. Spoopendyke in
great distress.
“Now watch the triumph of mind
over beans?” howled Mr. Spoopendyke
opening the window and placing the
can on the sill.” “The reward of ge
nius!” he roared, as he brought the
window down on the can.
Mrs. Spoopendyke dodged just in
time, and her unfortunate spouse
caught the bean part of the feast tairly
in front, and was covered from his eye
brows to his ankles.
“That’s what ye wanted?”he gasped,
as the full extent of the calamity dawn
ed on him. “That’s what ye been try
ing to get me to do? Dod gast the
measly beans!” and Mr. Spoopendyke
made for the smoking car, and was
seen no more till dark.
“I don’t care,” soliloquized Mrs.
Spoopendyke, assuring herself that
the Charlotte had not been injured.
“He might have waited a moment,
and he would have had some cold
chicken. But, of course, if he has
made a lunch on beans, he won't care
for anything else.” And with this
consolatory reflection Mrs. Spoopen
dyke ate the chicken and Charlotte in
alternate bits, and composed herself
for a comfortable nap.
Anew supply of He-no Tea, Black
Tea, Green Tea, Chocolate at
Dr. Eldridge's Drug Store.
NO. 87.