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E. W. & W. $. CiILEM, Editors ail Proprietors. ELLIJAY COURIER. PUBLISHED EVERV THURSDAY —BY— 1. W. ft W. S. COLEMAN. Ha?*Office in the Court House. *&£ 6ENERH DIRECTORY. ~ _ TOWN CUUNUIL M. J. Mears, Intend&at. 'J R. Johnson, > _ . . T. H. Tabor, ] Commissioners. P. -H. Milton, Marshal COUNTY OFFICERS. J. C. Alien, Ordinary. T. W. Craigo, Olelk Superior Court. H. SI. Bramlett, Sheriff. * J. H. Sharp, Tax Receiver, G. W. Gates, Tax Collector. James M. West, Surveyor. G W. Rice, Coroner. W. F. Hill, School Commissioner. The County Board of Education meets at EUijay the Ist Tuesday in January, April, July and October. • RELIGIOUS SEK VICES. Baptist Church.— Every second Sat urday and Sunday, by Rev. N. L. Osborn .Methodist Episcopal Church—Ev -Ist Sunday and Saturday before, by Rev. L. D. Ellington. Every 3d and sth Sunday, by Rev. J Robl>. Methodist Episcopal Church tro^rH. —Every 4th Sunday and Satur* da/ before, by Rev. C. A. Jamison. ;• FRATERNAL RECORD ' °i* -' B - OWKRY . Lobge, No. 81, F; A. $ weelp Ist Friday in each month. L. B. ,Gwr, S. W. , \ J ,' < W. A.,COx, J. W. 11. Z. Roberts, Treasurer, •r ,E S. P. Gafren, Tylori ■ - .T.-W: Craigo, Sfferetary. - M. m. SESSIONS, ATTORNEY AT LAW. Refers by permission to Solicitor Gen. ■&O9. F Gober, and Hon. t has. D. Phil ips, of Marietta. Will practice in the Blue Ridge and North Eastern circuits. ■ Promptness is my motto. [B-21 tf. J. W. HENLEY, ATTORNEY AT LAW, .; JASPER, GEORGIA. . Will practice yj the Superior Court of .the Blue Ridge Circuit. Prompt atten tion to all business intrusted to his care. TT LA T T> for working people. • .AJL Jii Xii IT tteudMO crins postage -amlwe will mail you free; a royal, valu able sample box of goocjs iliac will put "ypii in the way. of making more money in a few days chan you ever thought pos euble at.any business. Capital "not re .. qHired. You can live at home and work in spare time only, or all the time. Ail of both sexes, of all ages, grandly suc ceessful. 50 cents to $5 easily earn and every evening. That all who want work mty test the business, we make this un paralleled offer: To all who are not well satisfied we will send $1 to pay for the trouble of writing us. Full parti, ulars, directions, etc. sent free. Immense pay absolutely sure for all who start at once. Don’t delay. Address Stinson & 00,, Portland, Maine. APDT yp Send six cents J- iVI/j JHj for postage, and recei 7e free, a cosily Ik>x of goods, which will help you to more money right away than anything else in this world. All of either sex, succeed from first hour. The broad road to fortune opens before the porkers, absolutely sure. At once ad drgss Tiure St Cos., Augusta, Maine. Hightower House. OPENS MAY Ist, 1885. Learning of the probable growth of Ellijay and the demand for a First-Class Hotel, I made up my mind to. try my hand in tnis section of tie State... I have been engaged in the hotel business a number of years and delight in furnishing my guests first-class accommodations at reas onable rates, as numerous persons will testify. -Next door to Cobb & Son’s store. Livery and Feed Stable run in connectiotewith hotel. 4-30 lyl D. N. Hightower. DR. J. R. JOHNSON, Tenders'his Professional services to the people of Gilmer and adjacent counties in the PRACTICE OF MEDICINE AND SURGERY. All calls promptly attended to, day or night Office Northwest comer of the Public Square. [ll-27 ’B4 tt RHFE WALDO THORNTON, D.D.S. DENTIST, , Calhoun, Ga. Will visit Ellijay and Morganton at , bath the Spring and Fail term of the Superior Court—and oftener by special contract, when sufficient work is guar anteed to justify me in making the visit. Address as above. [may2l-ly VT7 T"VT more money than at any- YV JLI3I thing else by taking aD agency for the best selling book out. Be-’ .gipners sgccegd, grandly. None fail.- Terms free. Hallet Book Cos., Portland, Maine. ’• ■ > ' - : ' ' Cucumbers sliced, are said to rerapve frecUMk. This is not wonderful. They i have been known to “remove” whole' families. —Maratho , Independent. A country seat that always ronta—The barb-wire fence.— Button Bulletin. Making crazy quilts is the proper work for bedlamites. —Uhicuyo 6un. THE ELLIJAY COURIER. the Chicago Ledger.) WILD NAN; OR Tie Outcast’s Secret! A GREAT CHICAGO STORY. By WELDON J. COBB, Suttor of u At Her Mercy," •• The bene of Her Life," The Manaoled Ban'," The TANARUS, legraph JAterSoe,” “ The Stolen Bridegroom," Etc., Me. CHAPTER XV.— [Continued.] “If she does, she won’t understand,” and ie turned to the girl. “YBu are sure these Acre all, Nan?” “They Were scattered when I found them, ir. ” “And how did youknow they were mine?" “I read your name written on one of them, iir. ” Leslie’s name was indorsed acroßs the top invelopo, and Nan’s plausible explanation wtislied him. “ 1 am much obliged to you for bringing these back, Nan,” he said, “and if a trifle * He had placed his hand in his pocket ad if searching for a coin. “I don’t want money, sir.” said the girl, nastily. “If you could let me rest here till morning. You see, it s a long jaunt from the works, and I’m too tired to go back to night ” “Certainly, Nan. You’ll have to put np with rough accommodations, though. ” “I don’t mitul that. The bare floor or the cold rock, it’s alike to me. ” Leslie pointed to a lounge in one corner of the room, and, with a wearied sigh of relief, the girl went to it, lay down, and closed her eyes ns though slumber had come at the will of her mind. Leslie sat examining the papers With ah Intent glance. “They must have dropped near the old works and we never noticed them,” he mut tered. Warren drew a chair opposite him at the table, a reflective look ih his eyes. “ See here, Leslie,” he said, in a low, con fidential tone of voice, “is this matter straight?” His companion looked up in some sur. prise. * “Straight,” he repeated, wonderingly. ‘What do you. mean, Warren?” “ The girl yonder. It looks mighty ouri ouh to see her coming here this way. ” The mechanic laughed at the face of the other. “Suspicious of that demented creature’ Why, Warren, she hain’t got good sense. “Good enough to bring those papsn here.” t “What object could she have in doing it if she meant us harm?” The words silenced Warren. He re lapsed into a second spell of silence, bro ken, finally, as he arose to his feet with a start. “I have it,” he cried, “Have what?” “The substitution. Look at that girl’s lace, Leslie. It shows just the age of Edith. If she is natural in her simplicity, one idea instilled into her mind and re tained would make her just the person we want for ” Leslie looked up, mystified. “For what?” he asked. “The heiress to the Percival fortune." Leslie started, and regarded the sleeper’s face intently. “It’s not a bad idea, Warren.” “Bad!” repeated the other, enthusiasti cally. “It’s an inspiration of genius. J tell yon, Leslie, we couldn’t have a bettei substitute. If she’s simple enough to come nil this way to do us an honest favor, she’s easily molded, and we can handle her as we choose,” They did not take the pains to lower their tones, for the regular breathing and placid face of the wanderer betokened a profound slumber. “Her coming here with the papers gives me only one matter of concern,” said Leslie. “What is that?” “The fact that we "might possibly have been mistaken about the fate of Sherwood. He had the papers last, and we supposed they were destroyed in the pit to which we traced them.” Warren stirred uneasily. “I don’t see the use of worrying over it,” he. said. “I don’t propose to, but I couldn’t help thinking of it; but if Sherwood should have escaped- ” “We would have heard of it before this,’ replied Leslie. “Besides, his wound.” “True, it was a fatal one.” - , ? u''*.ing mn to do but seiiie Edith’s share -in this affair, take this girl Nan awaywith us and quit the city at once. If Sherwood should be alive he never could track us. No, Beuben, unless that wild creature yonder took the trouble to read your papers our secret is safe. ” Leslie smiled incredulously at the sug gestion. . “She wouldn’t understand them if she did, ” he said. “Perhaps,. not The missing paper, while valuable to us, is worthless to' others.” “How so?” “It certifies to the birth of Edith Perci val; noihing more.” “That is true.” “Therefore, alone it is no clue as to the whereabouts of Edith Percival's relatives. . Besides it has probably been lost or blown into the quarry. In the morning we will go ' together to the river house. ” “Where Edith is?” “Yes.” “Very well.” Warren Cast a meaning look at the sleep ers as he arose to leave the place. "Keep her here,” he said in a low tone. “But if she won’t stay? You know she’s Wroving, restless creature.” ■ “Bribe or force her to stay any way you can. Free, she might let a hint drop that would hurt us, and if we propose to use her as a substitute we must not lose sight of her.” “I will prevail on her to stay till you come again.” Half an hour later Beuben Leslie bad retired to rest. To all semblance the wan derer wa- sleeping as profoundly as a child exhausted at play. Yet be bed no sooner disappeared within “A. Map of Busy Life—lts Fluctuations and its Vast Concerns.” ELLIJAY, GA„ THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 10, 189.1. the room he used aa a sleeping apartment, when her eyes opened quickly, gleaming like two balls of fire. “You can mold me lo your will, can you?" the whispered hoarsely. "I am nobody but Wild Nan. Ah. Elmer Warren, you little Orc.'TS ft'"* once I have found Edith Les. lie, once I have 1 od „ *’-ar secret I have acted and grieved so long to solve, your march shall, be, not to tile Percival fortune, but to the gallows; a convicted murderer!" CHAPTER XVI. WARREN'S RUSE. It was broad daylight when Edith Leslie Again opened her weary eyes, with an aching head and dizzy, confused brain. She was lying on a rude pallet of straw in room coarsely furnished and having but one window, the first glance at which caused her to start wildly. Across it were several iron bars, and its height from the floor was such that she could not reach it to look out without step ping on a chair. As her eye wandered over the bare walls of the apartment and then to the heavy door she recalled the events of. the previous night, recognizing the fact that she was again a captive, and murmured, de spairingly: “I am in Elmer Warren’s power again.” The most exaggerated picture of the per secuted maiden could scaroely equal the persistency with which from the first her hnemies had pursued her, and this la6t ac tion of theirs had seemingly arrested all in vestigation on her part at a stage where it would reveal all she so longed to learn. But the stricken, distressed girl-wife of the old works was not the determined woman of the present. No moan of anguish escaped her lips now, and the solemn grief on her face as he thought of Percy Sherwood but en hanced its resolute expression, an expres sion betokening a mind bent upon a task She had determined to perform. For (he plots of her enemies were fairly blear to her thoughts at last. Her husband had not deceived her, but they, taking ad va Urge of a mysterious complication, had endeavored to prove, and had almost suc ceeded in proving, him to be the husband of another. The last doubt had left her mind at Mrs. Ward’s words. She felt a return of the old trust in Percy Sherwood s honor, and (ho darkest shadows of the singu'ar chain of circumstances which had made him appenr a deceiver failed to impress her mind with any thought of his unfaithful nes--. “He emt'd explain all,” she murmured; “he has been shieldiug another, and Elmer Warren has taken advantage of that fact.” Believing this, life had anew purpose for her—to avenge that hnsband’B death and bring to justice his murderer—to clear his name and her own from the reproach Elmer Warren would cast upon it More than this, to learn the secret of her birlh, and to pblvjft, the mystery surround-,, ing the beautiful and unfortunate Beatrice Avenal. She was roused to a resolute, definite purpose as she thought of all that had passed. The men who held her in their power would not hesitate at new crimes. She must defy, outwit them for her own sake, for the sake of others. She was friendless, helpless, alone; yet nmid her desolate position came the convic tion that she would yet unravel every mys tery, would yet bring justice and right to the front, and baffle the desperate schemes of her relentless foes. It was late in the morning when she heard the sound of advancing footsteps in the hall without, and n minute later a key grated in the lock of the door. Khe looked up anxioub'y, curiously. She had expected one or the other of her per secutors, and was not disappointed when Reuben Leslie entered the apartment, witn Unshod, sullen faoe, and nodded ronehlj hi her. “Well, Edith,” he said, coming to a stand before her. She regarded him with a glance of min gled indignation and surprise. His coo> effrontery almost repressed the words on her lips. “ You welcome mo as familiarly as if our relations had not changed, Beuben Leslie) as if I were a favored occupant of you! house, instead of a captive. ” He winced slightly at her words. “Belations changed,” he muttered, half angrily, “what do you mean?” “You know well enough,” replied Edith spiritedly. “If you refer to your insane declaration al. the old works,” he began. It was but a bait to draw her on to learn ,what she really knew. The quick flash in her eye told him that indignation haq aroused her to award him the desired infor mation. “Insane declaration!” she repeated, thrill ingly. “ I read those papers, Beuben Les lie, and I learned, beyond your power to dispel, that I am not yemr child.” “Indeed! Yon will find some difficulty In proving that to bo the fact.-” “It is enough to know that I am not the daughter of a murderer. ” The man started with rage, his hands clenched convulsively, the veins stood out like knotted cords on his dark scowling brow. “Beware!” he hissed hoarsely. “Of what?” demanded Edith, coldly. “Of my desperation. If you are not my child yon hold too great a secret to trust away from me. ” “.Beuben Leslie,” cried Edith, meeting his'murderous eyes calmly. “I have but q few words to say to you. That you are not my father, I know-why that fact should nave led you to surround me with deep, dark plots, I do not know, but I will learn tu time. If lam kept in th : s place £ Gil.Amoi c-ie he-. Jdo eai: my liberty, I will denounce you „ guilty accomplice to the law.” A low growl broke from the man's lips. “You will, will you?.” he hissed between fcis. clenched teeth. “Those words hav< cost you your life. Yon shall never live U .egain your liberty or tell your story. ” She paled slightly at his energy of man ner, his apparent sincerity, but she langhet lightly. “Kill me!” 6he cried, derisively; “yo dare not. Ah, Beuben Leslie, the paper* w re torn from me ere I had read them ail through; but I am no idiot that I cannot discern your plot. A fortune is the stake yoil are pitying for. \ fortune you etui ml secure except through me. I defy you now I defy your every scheme. If, as I sup pose, only through me can that fr -tune lx obtained, l swear solemnly that its bene fits shall never reach you nor your red handed accomplice, by any act of mine. ” Hhe bail presumed too far on her partial knowledge of the state of affairs, Tbo man's coarse laugh startled her, “To* think you have solved whnt yon gained an inkling of," he answered. “I know you are not my father,’’ replied Edith, with a pale face. “And believe yourself invaluable to us?’ She did not reply. “Yon are not. Allowod that you are nol my dftd|>hter, what does that ’knowledge avail you? As to the fortune, if it really exists, von will never be able to trace it— to learn jour real parentage." “Yon oannot deceive me,” said Edith. "Yon have murdered to secure your ends, and I know that if I don't marry Elmei Warren you ap-Utterly foiled.” Leslie took a ate? nearer to her. “Gifgvbn said, hoarsely, impressively, ‘you hKVe lueached the one theme holding your liberty—‘your fife itself." “Yon mean my marriage to that fiend," demanded Edith, with chilling dignity.” “Yes.” V “And you and he are still insane enough ie ’ elhr o that I would lend myself to your pche r ;-:;, nfte, T-si murdered b":. v v. 1 beforq my eyes'?” “Your husband!” “Yes, Reuben Leslie, in truth and the law. Oh! your petty deception will avail no longer to hide the truth from me. Percy Sherwood is my husband; dead or alive, his wrongr/shall be avenged; his name cleared from'tJw-Btnin you would p ace upon it. J Swear it. ” Her igure stood erect, menacing. The mail cowered and trembled, and turned >o leave the room. “Your husband, if such he wns, is dead," he said. “Remember it in your last chance. Will you marry Elmer Waren?” “Never!" She- uttered the word with such vehemence that he hnstened bis steps tu the door as if the energy which nerved her to defy him might impel her to an attempt to escape. But with flashing eyes and indignant features, Edith stood where she was, and saw Leslie leave the npnrtuient, without changing a muscle of her resolute fnce. A small, narrow passage led to a second room, the door of which was open. The mechanic entered it. He shook his head ominously in reply to the inquiring, eager glance of Elmer War ren. “Well?” asked the latter. “It’s no use.” “She is stubborn?" “More—resolute, defiant," Warren’s eyes gleamed dangerously. “And she refuses. ” A’o marry you? xes. - “ Then there is only the other course to pursue.” ' 1 •' ' “You mean——” “That she must dio. ” Leslie started slightly, and then his face g?ew morose. “Her defiance bodes us ill," he muttered. “Fear not; I will dispose of this disturbing element in the case soon.” “H3\y?” ' “Leave that to ms,-" replied” Warren, as le started to leave the place. “You are not going away?” “No. Have'you brought the girl?” “Nan?” “Yes.” “Ah! I see you intend to bring these twe together. ” Warren nodded assentingly. “Whut do you hope to effect?"asked Les lie. “Surely ’’ “Not Edith,” interrupted Warren; “we have settled the matter so far as she is con cerned. ” “The other one, then?” “ Yes; I tell you, Reuben, I ain’t so sure of this creature as you are Sometimes I catch a look out of her ayes which makes me shudder, I don’t know why, and causes me to see more shrewdness and petsever mce in her than you credit her with pos sessing.” He lied when he affected ignorance of the cause of his avowed emotions. A dark memory of the night Wild Nan’s father was murdered haunted the villian’s mind; but be refqained from awarding a confidence on that subject, even to his friend nnd con federate, Leslie. “Then yon propose to bring them to gether?” again asked Leslie. “And watch them—exuctly,” interrupted Warren, as he strode from tbe room. He reappeared a minute later, followed bj Nan. Her eyes were innocent of any expressed surprise, bpr f&co a blank as to any intelligent idea why they had brought her there. Yet, when they were occupied in regarding each other, her glances stole quickly about the apartment, noti n o cvc.y o* hi. ouriur.-V lisgs. “I am going to take you to a friend, Nan,” said Leslie, as Warren exchanged a signifi cant glance with him. “A friend!” repeated the wanderer, in tranquil wonderment. “Yes, to my daughter, Edith.” "Oh, I would like to see her,” broke im pulsively from Nan's lips. The mechanic beckoned her to follow jiim. To him, Nan was artless simplicity itself, and he ushered her through the floorway leading into the prison apartment, and said carelessly: “I will call for you in an hour, Nan. ” “Nan!” The word broke from Edith’s lips im pulsively, as she started forward and caught the wanderer by the hand. She repressed the enthusiasm and en deavored to control all the wild surging questions which arose to her lips as the other, in a quick, low tone, whispered: “As you value your life, not a word about the old works. ” And then, as sho sank to * seat, she concluded: “Wo are watched.” Elmer Warren need doubt no longer os to the shrewdness and intelligence of the wanderer. Dissembling, controlling the eager heart of her companion, Nan led tbo conversation into a commonplace channel, every word uttered being meant for due ef fect upon a listener’s ears. In an apparently wild outburst she affect ed a concern as to Edith, who was com pelled to shot herself up here away from cruel enemies. “You have enemies,” she said, “haven’t you, Edith?” And the captive, catching the drift of her companion’s duplicitv, replied: “Yes, Nan.” "And so have I. They lurk in the pits and around the old works. But I have a good friend,too.” “A friend, Nan?” "Yes. your father, Beuben Leslie. Then there is bis friend, Mr. Warren; they will frr— s’l Edith, -w*' day yon must come and see the pretty places I have found intheoM quarry, all glittering with gold and silver and dia monds. Yhn watching Warren, stationed at a ventilator commanding a fall view of the apartment from the nest room, turned to >-eU#... “Well?” asked Reuben. ‘The girl is simple and honest; I am saL Is tied of that" “Shall I bring her awav?" "Yes." Nan was rattling on volubly on rambling subjects when the mechanic’s footsteps sounded along the hallway. She had made a feint of approaching nearer to Edith, still talking disconnect edly. “We will go to the old quarries,” she Said In a drawling, monotonous tone—“at midnight,” followed a quick whisper," and I will show yoti all the beauties of the place. ’’ The door had opened. “Come, Nan.” She leaned forward to kiss Edith's paid cheek. Its whiteness changed tt> marble like pallor, her eyes were startled with a thrilling light, as the wanderer, ns she turned to join the mechanic, whispered in her ear four words. They held all of life and hope for her. Well was it that Elmor Warren was not hatching now; well for the plans of Wild Nan that Reuben Leslie's searching glanco was not bestowed o it his captive. Scarcely able to repress a wild cry of joy, her features irradiated with eagerness, anxiety, happiness, and suspense. Sho only knew that she lived again, us the echo 6f the wanderer's words, carrying comfort and hope to her stricken heart, resounded In her ears; “Your husband is alive!” |TO 1!K CONTINUED.] The Perfumery Business. A writer in an exchange says that there are many laboratories in the United States which produce excellent perfumery,- but business is relatively neVr in this country when compared with the establishments of the sort on the Riviera, where the inhabitants for the most part live upon tfae products which that blessed climate afford them in sweet smelling flowers and shrubs. I was reading only the other day some thing about the perfumery manufac tories of Nice and Cannes, and a friend, who has a happy facility of collecting useful knowledge, has since given me the latest statistics of one great estab lishment in the latter city which are worth relating, if only to show the enormous scale on which operations are conducted. In this factory are annually used—only think of it! —no fewer than 154,000 pounds of orange|blossoms, 132,- 000 pounds of acacia blossoms, 154,000 pounds of rose leaves, 35,200 pounds of lassamiue blossoms, 22,900 pounds of violets, 8,800 pounds of tuberoses and a relatively largo amount of Spanish lilacs, rosemary, mint, lime and lemou blos soms, thyme and number of other plants and leaves and flowers, 'Nice ancl Cannes together raiße yearly 00,000 pounds of violets, which thrive there better, perhaps, than in other parts of the world, to say nothing of 440,000 of orange blossoms which Nice alone produces, and which are more than doubled in quantity by the neighboring villages. Acacia blossoms are the spe cialty of Cannes where 38,500 pounds are obtained ycnrly, and where jasmine, tuberoses nnd roses also flourish. The total annual production of perfumery in the Riviera towns is said to be 312,- 000 pounds of pomades and sweet scented oils. The area of the land devoted to the growth of trees and. plants in question may be imagined when it is considered that to obtain one ton of blossoms it is necessary to strip 30,000 jasmine plants, 500 rose bushes, 100 orange trees. 800 geranium and 70,000 tube roses of their wealth of bloom. Violets need most space, and next orange trees, roses and jasmine require one-third less space than the orange trees, and tube roses one-fifth less. -From these various perfumes in combination are made pomade, salve, hair-oil, toilet water, sachet powder, in cense, balsam and essences. The name of the perfumes which are offered for sale is legion, although the best known and most agreeable of them all is eau de cologne. Its preparation is naturally a secret, picserved with the greatest strictness. The name Farina, connected with this perfume, is known throughout the entire vilized world, and if one wishes to get un idea of the real benefit which an article is supposed to derive from a single name, it is only necessary, as many of my readers know, to visit the “holy” city of Cologne, wander about in the city of the, Tulichs- Platz, and study the firm names on the signs. All the Farinas in the world seem to be here assembled, and every one of them manufactures eau de cologne. Ravages of Locnstß. The London Standard , in an article on the recent ravages by locusts in Roumania, says: ‘‘Again and again the various species have wrought dire havoc wherever their wanderings have taken them. Pestilence usually comes in the rear of all, and is aggravated, if tot occasioned, by the effluvium from the decaying bodies of the dead cattle, or of the insects which have been blown into the sea and afterward cast up on shore by the waves and tide. A case is on record in which the stench from such a bank was carried 150 miles into the interior, and early in the Christian era the hunger and plague combined which followed a visitation of locusts in North Africa caused the death of eight hundred thousand persons. Four centuries ago, it is narrated on what seems fairly trust worthy data, more than 30,000 persons perished within the bounds of the Venetian territory from the lack of food, owing to the locusts having eaten up everything, and since that date locust plagues have been so numerous it is not difficult to accept the earlier tales as true. where he could catch ’em, or they’d all been lost through my ignorance,” and with this mental confession she put the clams in the sou’ wester hat and started off, wondering if they were good to eat, or only used to fire at the cats .—Drakt't Mautuiue, VOL. X, NO. 27. MUTABILITY. Mara are rising, sun* are setting, Net hint stays the stern command; They who haliii, this fact forgetting. Structures raise on shifting sand. Mist may dim the fvightest dawning. Clouds eclipse the ligfeof noon; Evening, early, weep* for - morning. Change i* ever making roe** Happy they Who nil life’s ocean When the wind*are always fair; Feel no billows of ooflmotion From the gales that often share. But the cloud* are ever lyin'# Low around the horizon; Fragment*, broken, often flying Bear the kmp that lights the storm “Cast thy bread Upon flier waters” Holds a meaning most sublime; Sits to-day and sleeps to-morrow Safely in the hand of Time. Seed that’s scattered in the morning Springs when weary flowers test; Bummer days to autumn dawning Show tbe promised harvest best — Q. F. Carey, in Detroit Free Press. PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS. A little shaver—A barber’s infant. The dentist always goes armed to the teeth. An 1 Arizona paper says: “Tbe Ameri can hog holds his own.” Wo have no- ’-, ticed this, and also the fact that be gutt er ally says the seat next him ii alto en gaged I . —Boston Post. Every building in a Dakota town was blown away by a cyclone, except the court bouse and a saloon. This put the town back to just what it started with. _ —Burlington Free Press. A medical man say*; “There, should be h law against a man’s getting out of bed .hastily.” Then there two laws against the baby’s crying in the flight. —New York GrajMiii ‘ When lovely Woman pVnloslli fSllj> Because her hair Is tifnjipg gray, What Charm can soothe her melancholy What art can drive her grift away! The orilv art b ef woe to cover, To hide her ago from every eye, To come the gum-game o'er her‘lover And make her happy—is-to djrel —Bostdn Otieette. It was unladylike for her to make such a remark, but after hearing her lord and master continually bragging about his mother’s cooking you couldn’t blame * her for asking him how it hap pened, if his mother was such'a good cook, that her son was pwroittea to jleuve her hands only half baked**- - The boy stood by life ditch: so wide. Whence allbut him had “scud;”- He tried to leap to ’tothor side, But landed iu the mud. *\! • + * “There comes.a burst of thunder sound, That boy! Oh, where isboP’ Alas, he’s twisting roiuid and round, Across the old man’s knee. — Gorham, Mountaineer. Policeman Addis, of Philadelphia, re cently tried to arrest a rough. Who fired on him, but the ball was stopped by a suspender button. This little incident shows that Policeman Addis has a noble wife, otherwise his suspender would have been fastened by an old shingle nail ora wooden toothpick.— Siftings. THE DEACON’S DAY OFF. There’s a crick in my back, my shoulders are lame, My face is all blistered, neck and hands just the same, * My uose flainesoutred as a mariner’s beacon, I swear I would swear If 1 wasn’t a deacon! The soles of my feet are all blistered and sore, I declare I was never so played out before! , Every bone in my body has a separate ache, And makes itself felt every step that i take, There’s a cart-load of gravel and sand in my shoes— Oh, yes, you may giggle as much as you choose! , My head aches—feels just like an old tracked tea-cup — I’m dusty, I’m hot, I’m all broken up; I’m hungry, and tired and sleepy, and cross, If I died now it wouldn’t be much of a loss! My stomach feels bad, I’ve impaired my di gestion— And how! Oh, yes, how! That’s a sensible auestion! Well, if you must know—by way of diversion I’ve been down to the beach on a pleasure ex cursion! —Somerville Journal Fiddling for Geese. A lively air on a violin will sometimes set a whoie flock of geese wild with de light. On one occasion at a country wed ding 1 was a witness of a curious per formance by one of these animals.; After dinner a lady entertained her guests as sembled on a lawn with music from an accordeon. A flock of geese were feed ing in the road just below the house, and with outstretched necks answered back with notes of satisfaction. Soon a. white gander began dancing a lively jig, keep ing good time to the music. For several minutes he kept up the performance, to the great delight of the company. The experiment was tried several times for a week or more, and the tones of the ac cordeon never failed to set the old gan der into a lively dance. —Maryland Jour nal. Pntnam and the Wolf. The cave out of which General fsrael JPutnam dragged the wolf is seldom visited because it is in a stony, moui tainous forest, in a remote corner of Connecticut. A picnic party recently made the tedious trip, which involved several miles of rough walking. There are pictures in primers of Putnam enter ing the cave erect, with a blazing torch held above his head. The hole is renlfy so small that it only can be explored oh hands and knees, and an adult cannot turn around in it. The length is 300 feet, and tradition says that the hero followed the beast to the further end, shot him between the eyes by their own flow, and then was drawn out with him y means of a rope. The city mission of Herlln circulates no less than 75,000 printed sermons on Bunday morning.