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PiWjil ati tu all business L-rnMniL'd to g g j I WILL pructicMi the superior jtpjuts o tbe Blue Bulge and (Jlieutkec LutSKs, ant in tbe Supreme Corn t (Ofcteorgificr Also, in tbeUnited States cjSftts in feAtliintn WllfflMedal atteuAtorjo tbe TWrchasi and wE3fct all kinds ftjeal eflQe aut and litigation. figs WALDO SdOMS s Sr HOUN, SUgs> I WILL visit Ellijay ftsuL Mor Alton a both the Si>ring,auU Su perior Court spupMU con tgutyjllMsuitilieiit worlPis gimtcet tßaiu SnTjmmi> idagnuking tbe y&k Ad ( W* Ma *y >o V c - V i a4 maunlly. JtMl CHAMBEMN & ffiIERS pNMISALK AJ!D MM*FACTj(!i<r DRua Knox^llefrjjTer^. fad,Al§E<|'H^EL Proprietor! ■Kates of Board day! single meal 50 cents. TableTpflways supplied With tbe best tbe market affords. k ii*T tti9 Jb h&GMknM fassr*- edT Telephone. i v .3dajj iflor wm in I You can I. nii irli.TaTk, Sing and Play Times through it tit a long distance. Cliii tun read tiifiii'esrsii play tunes irClarioiret. No knoivledge oinulslc fe I'lLlied tp plaA ft. To Enable tfriv one. jFtest knmvled^e'Tif - In itruiwmtrt HuMclto fvirfarm at-o nee on lieHwtnmenk i*o have ri'ctMM'ed a sc ies of tunes cMulnat iwg aIHUe popnlar Airs. Dfinien in fens s on.canli ijjsu i t jhefnstin ment. nrw' Con Yen feu t can beetwdH- reartdmd by means of wiiicb ?dge, cap. |)erlon?^uifdus l *lnstru:uetitaiiil HtnffslWTiiofrt'LirbaWls Caterer. .ftWIUW as it does all that it will do besides ineAejaolisK ner sieal Telephone is reemrnlfed as one of twe moAt novel invemton* of the see. ‘'N-Y, Him Id." Price **. Pries bv mail postajee paid- ml rc*wtered $3.00. Ns installbv inaiL,withrnJt, be a 'PKCTA r, NOTICE.-The Mrtsi ;nl Tel ephone can onlv lie imrchased of the mniiafiuturei*. -The EDISON MUSIC Walnut Street, Philadel ltliia, Pa., oi'^Tlirotlsrli their several branch houses throughout the United States. II GUI I IfII YOU CaN PLAT' ON THE Piano , Organ or Mclodian,witA EDISON’S INSTANTANEOUS MUSIC. To niry chiid who ean read numbers from Ito 100 it is plain as daylight. No teachei-required. AM the popular tunes. Millions of our pieces now in use. Never fails to give sjiUsftietion nnd amusement, (fomplete in instructions, with seven pieces of music sent by mail for ONE BOUBA-tt. t*end stamp-for catalogue of ilminnfilii'iwl! ItKviKvv”sto|jiod*vearf*d jee|feu pieces of Edisorts“nst*ntan4Ail6 * usic with instructions, or for $3.00 will send you “Edison’s llßvikw” for one yoar and one .Af Etßkta/d.MusicnlTelepooiie’s register ed by mail. When ordering please men- 1 tirn the napeT'yoTt' saw this ad.vertise- Fdisun Music Cos,, , 2t5 & 217 Walnut Street, •< • PHILADEI.PHIA, PA. I'RANCII OFFICES—SBO West Bnlti morefcs Bnhimore, Aid., 808 <N. ttth st., .it.J.iiuis, ilo 3 *25 (111i ayemie, Pittsburg* 3.* Washington sC Boston, Mass?. 8 S. Queen st., Lancaster, Pa., Cor. Bth and *iiScAdfft&ll *SLIi 201’H YKAHSMgS fatspnte and nutioaal family paper, Tbe Star Spangled Banner, begins its 3.oth year, .Jipi v iSB2., EjtauUshed ISOU. The, Banner te'ttafoMteit mid Minst popular pa per of fls class. Every number contains 8 targe pages* 40 long columns, with many Cmnic, Hamomus and Attractive Engrayiugs. Jt- is crowded full of tbe best Stories, Poetry, Wit, Junior, Fuu,—mak ing a paper to rwjiiise amf oltl and' wiuno. It exposes Ff,-nuts, Swindlers and ’(’beats and cveiy line is amusing, instruc tive, or entertaining. Everybody needs it, b 0,000 rtrvw rend it, and at only 60 cts. a year it is hv|44i the cheapest, most pop l"!‘fT rMafjrtfftfl S lh :w Bjnner one year, r ifty otliet sujx j ro‘premmrqs. Send lo cyda.furtbiee months trial trip, with full prcfcpleMus, r f)B%ls. ■' for Ban wfr a *sbWe fear. ' Specimen free. Send iotv. Address, BAKNEIi PUH’tt LO.. Hinsdale. N. H. .vrfggKg mi mu j' J. >. MeCurdj, DALTON GA. D£ATJ£K lit . FAMILY GIUCEIUES i-. -tw4 Mbta • and bss -b t-rm $ : poxifectrohe ries. O'Casb 'paid' or' goods exchanged for tsrtef^ luc n>oß ik "Itv, WHIShKY, BHANDY, Wine/ &<?•,, Hh)-the purest and best and at as reasonable nnccs,as they can be bought ”rn tlie' ’ 'Sl'Fflgfc&f fcdsh price paid for Country ‘ Com \r hiskey. C all %n me When you cvnneto Kerne. .- oct (I-2m. ni*- ym.teb siw w-i enAsM&QM&fiiy&Sif mrnmtm km rrara jymnwuig soil w•j ] - * < 'fmFf. p" K & co - prices in Athtnth, Khox * I * Mercfcafitsr* $ PWetans. eept.'l, sm. ■■ HOT • Iff f HI! S ) Jg >1 9%% j .... f Life*—lts Fluetuations and its Vast Concerns.” ( | ?n-*5 <*f|i TB?I |ft 7 • Keep Nothing* from Mother. ,u -M*.l .4;.*!!—PIP ; ),. TW UfMMir j At UiC npianipK togathpr*- And they ipuu the fine white thread ; One face was old and the other was young : A golden and a silver head. At. iinaes ypuug voice b>-oke in.sopg | That .was lyoixjynull/ sweet; Aud the motlier’s heart beat deep and calm, For In r joy was most complete." There was many a holy lesson, Interwoven with silent prayet, Taught to ller gentle; listening child, As they two sat spinning there. |And of all that I speak, my darKhg, TWTfty aider 'warm wan, —— pod gi’Mih MißilASk tWing-to mm JWW5 tl 'fi3tJtK' > *3JAY •Thou wilt voices, Ajal ah ! utust be ’ Tlll 4Blife.>dPiWßa the Wiice of love fiatii ry. Wrc’s one tiling tint thou si.ail U ,r --iMiver a word u> my love bo rid }|nn> tftip mv ikrlintr An#* are not fit tor my ciiiid to bear f thoa’it ever keep thy young .heart pm : all that is said to thee by day BY HELEN F. GRAVES. Ml Vt r —' _j. ’ “And ruust 1 live here always?” saitl Mattie Fox. despairingly, as she clasped her hands on the low ledge of the open window. “Here” was no earthly elysium, to be sure. A lonely farm house, peajehed half way up a desolate mountain j whippoor-wjH moan ing on the edge of the woods; owls hooting solemnly by the lake; mournful winds sighing through the tree toys like the rush of an unseen garment—all lhis was so different from the crowded city lile lo which she had kteen hitherlo accustomed. And even as llie tears of vague homesickness rose lo her eyes, l lie vo-ces of the old farmer and his wife, iti the room below, rose audibly up through the-stoyepipe hole which had not yet been sealed for the summer months. “What are you going to do with her?” said Mrs. Fox. “We must do the best we can,” 1 said Elihu, her husband. ‘‘She’s ujy brother’s orphan daughter, and she’s got no where else to go.” *| ■ “And why in tire name *f goodness,” queriously demanded Airs, Fox, “could she not stay where she was; instead of rush ing out here aud taking us all by surprise.” “Weli,” slowly answered the good farmer, “1 ain’t quite clear al^outthat myself, been disap p’inted in love- She was a shop girl, Rlioda, don’t you know? And it seems there was a genifel young man used to come thereto bify neckties and ribbons, and such 1001-de-rols. And this girl she s’posed he was dead love with her, and all of a sudden it come out as he bad auolher £ sweetheart as he was going to bo marnfed Id this very next week.’! _ “Bless apd save us!” said Mrs. Fox. While Mattie, sitting as silent, ly by the window as if she had been frozen into stone, fell a pe culiar sensation of dull curiosity iodiear what would come next, as if all this were spoken about some other person, entirely dif- JkiahiuLUiSfssli. “And she is a uropd girl, Mat fflft t,a Wt rjils mik frdHxel t ojw-.pro®; and she woWdn’t stay bwe to be jeered and made game of by the other shop girls. Bo she came here because she had no other place to oone to} and that’s all I know about it. I guess we’d belter see as (he doors’and win dy s is all safe and go lo lied ; for its past fen, and them flaying ! hands will be here afore day light lo see about culling the twelve acre meddef.” Mrs- Fox had a talk with her niece the nesj day. “Maliie,” said she, *d am go ing to show you how to‘bake ap ple pies lids morning; because,if you slay here, of course you’li want lo make yourself uselub” “Ol course,” said Mailie, list' lessjy. “And, as it happens, I badil’t no girl,” went on Mrs. Fox ; ‘and’ there’s the work people and my summer boarders are coming next monlh ” . #* “Siunnjer boarders ?’’ Mat lie looked* quickly up, with a red flush overspreading Tier cheeks. She had come here Tor solitude and rest, for utter isolation ; and now, almost betore she had tin packed her little trunk, horde ot cily fashionables would be up on her. “Oh, Aunt Fox, do you keep summer boarders ?” “.Every summer of mv life,” sajd Airs. Fox, briskly. *They come in July 4 and mostly goes away in September, with the first frosi. Their ain’t many ways for us mountain folks to earn a bit of spendm’ money, you know Mattie; aud of course, if you help me, I shall expect to divide with you, square and even. And remember it’s sinful to spend your time weeping and wailing and gnashing your teeth lor a lost beau,” piously added lli.e good woman. “There’s as hkelv fish in the sea as come out of it; and p’raps one of the hay hands _will take a shine to you —who knows ?” And thus Aunt Fox dismissed the question of her uiece's heart trials. After all, perhaps it was the best treatment her poor festering wounds could receive. A sharp cnuterining—a mercitul cruelty ! And Mailie set herself diligently it spiritlessly lo work helping to feed the huge, hungry, farm hands, to shine the glitteriug rows of milk pans—even to milk horned beasts, ol which she was at first so nervously afraid. She learned to bake while, sweet loaves of bread, to churn butler, to raise young chickens, site gath eretl wild flowers, and made a rude wicker cage for a blue bird, which she found with a broken wing and treated successfully. And she begau to smile now and then, and Mrs. Fox remarked complacently “that Mattie was really a decent looking girl sow that her color had come back a liule.” But one day the mountain stage lumbering slowly over tbe rough roads with its four horses and luggage covered roof, stop ped at Mrs. Fox's porch and down came tbe avalanche of city guests. Mattie was straightening the musUn curtaius of the windows, and hurriedly filling the large f blue pitchers with, water when the trunks were brought in the house. It’s Mr. Basset and his bride, all the way from Boston,’' said Aupt Fox. complacently. “Is everything ready ? Because they ace coming up stairs defectly. And l never did see any one (pressed as genteel as she is. A regular beauty too 1” Mattie stood quite pale and si lent, with the homespun towels in her hand. “Bassett!” She repeated, ‘*and from Boston 1,,()!>, why,' of all places ju tfie world, qdid they come hereT’ And the nest moment th e hoineepuu towels lay like a drift of scattered snow at Mrs. Fox’s feetaud Mattie was gone, “Mercy on us!" said Mrs. Fox, stooping to recover her lavender scentedTreasures.fs the girl gone crazy ?” The stiff, crimson glow of the •unset was irradiating the lonely glen, when flarrofd Bassett part ed (lie overhanging boughs with one hand, and plunged into the leafy wilderness, where on one side, tlie mossy rock rose almost perpendicularly, and on the other .* brown waved block ran, with clamorous gurgle. “Maitie 1” he exclaimed, stop ping short, “Ain 1 dreaming ?' Alattie Fox sprang angrily to her feet. Would they leave her no soli tary spot of refuge? Must she be thus Ii u n t'e <t down like a w’ounded deerf Harrold Bassett was the man she had allowed herself to love 'lie soft vmced, vlofet-yed de ceiver who had fed.her with soft glances and whispered words, o til—that dark day when tleother shop-girls, with sidelong look, and tittering whispers, had told fiie story of this approaching marriagfe to Miss Belfort, the Boston heiresi: * She made an involuntary movement to escape, but he placed himself'directlv across the narrow gateway of rock, which alone afforded an egress. “No,” said lie, firmly, yet not without the lurking shadow of a smile around his lips—**you shall not leave me until you have ex plained all the mystery of your sudden departure from Boston, leaving behind you neither name nor address.” “I am not responsible to you !” she breathed. “You are responsible to me T lie returted. “I loved you, Mattie Fox, and you knew if.” “This is simply folly,” cried out Alai tie, “if not something worse ! Go back to your bride, Mr. Bas sett. It is to her ears only that you need whisber loVe !” The young man ouened his vi olet blue eyes yeiV wide. “Mettie,’’ said he, “what on earth are vou talking about? My bride ? 1 have no bride. I never shall Have any bride but you!'’ ••Who is (he Mrs. Bassett who came to my aunt’s house this morning T'gasped Mattie, mar veling at i h e hardihood which could thus deny an absolute and apparent fact. ‘ Oh!” said llarrold, “is that what you mean ? It is my broth er's wife. And she and her lius bapd are putting op thief ham mocks and establishing tbe i r rustic tables under thb pine trees back of the house, at this Very moment. Of course, f cohTdn’t remain with them. Is not a third person always, de frop when a young couple are on their wed ding trip ? So I came lfbre, and I think fleaven directed my foot steps j for the very last person in the world whom I cobid have ex- pecked to see was you,dea^r,Mat tieT’ “And, you are not married 1” repealed Mattie, with a gfeat, overwhelming thrill of happiness at her heart. “No f* he answered, with ero f i SO-.MO i phasis. “And It' wa? vtjur brother who was really lo be married, when 1 believed ii "was you, and broke my heart over what I considered your treachery and deceit f’ she pursued. “Well, it certainly was not me!’’ dVclared llarrold Bassett; **for now and here, at ybur feet, dear est, I speak the first declaration of love I ever spoke. I love you, Matjie V 1 have been wretched in your absence.' jbef me fake you back to Boston with me as my own treasured wife?” 'So Mat he, shy and beautiful as sotqe drooping wild floWer, was brought back lo the firm house, to be presented 10 til* bride YOL. m AO. 18. and her husband as llarrohi’s en gaged wife. Mrs. Hardy Bassett pot op her eye glasses and smiled conde scendingly. “Very lovely/ said she, in an audible sotlo voice* and se sweet ly unsophisticated I I ean always tell these country rosebuds at the first glance. 'But I’m not a country rose-' bud, ’ said Mattie, crimsoning. “1 have only been here al lire farm house a few weeks. I am a shop girl, Mrs. Basselt.’ , The bride started first, th*n simpered. “How very romaticT said slie, ’Exactly like a novel.” Mattie might almost have been vexed, if she had not caught the suppressed laughter in Harrold’s eyes. And Aunt Khcsla declared that the Fox farm house bad uever been so lonesome as it was after Alattie went away to be a grand city lady. “But sire has promised to come back every summer,” said Mrs. Fox. '"She says the old farm will always be the dearest place in the world to her.” -mm WIT AND HUMOR. We are a uation of grit. Even the cotton we ship is lull ot it. Why are pretty girls like wild cherries ( Because they make you uucker up your lips. l>r. Holland wrote, “There is a song in the air.” Investigation would haye shown him that the air was in the soug. When Futrick saw the an nouncement in a shop window, “Great S.aughter in GlotlMug,” he stepped in and inquired for “wau of thirn kilt auiii*,'’ “Too much absorbed in Iris business,” was the comment of a Western newspaper on the death of a brewer who was drowned in a tank of his own beer. “Yes,* said the country mem ber, “I went to that variety shotv because I Tell sure IheiVd be no body there who knew me! Darned if pretty much the whole Legislature wasn’t there P’ Mrs. Smith.—-Poor Mrs. Syren, they say she has been ordered to a warmer climate. D> you think she wifi go T* Mr. Brown. . —“No, not while she lives.” Dreamy young lady in a rail way carriage to cheerful and healthy young man: “Oh, air, are you esthetic?” ‘*.No ma’n - f I'm a butcher.” Scientists say the best brain food is corn meal; so, if you wish to hatter a scientist by some del icate allusion to his mental ca pacity, all you have to do ts to call him a mush head—theo ran. • Wftlq “Whatis menu time J” a&jts a correspondents Going to a ptcrue alone and seeing year first and second-best gurie with two fellows you hate, is about as nearly our idea of a mean time as pen can express. - . Married gentlemen may point with pride to numerous large verdicts recently given to wid ows who have sued railroad com panies for the killing of their husbands. Such attestation of the substantial value of a husband is full of consolation. This it a boy’s composition on girls: "Girls are the only folks that have their own way every time. Girls is af several thous and kinds, and sometimes one girl can be like several thousand girls if she wants anything. This is all i know about girk&y&nd father says the loss I know about them the better off I am.”