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E. W. & f. S. COLEMAN. Eiitors and Proprietors. ELLIJAY COURIER PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY —BY—- E. W. & W. S. COLEMAN. W” Office in the Court House. SEWERfIL DIRECTORY. ~~ TOWN COUNCIL. M. J. Meats, Intendant. J R. Johnson, 1 ~ . . T. H. Tabor, } Commissianers. P. H. Milton, Marshal. COUNTY OFFICERS. J. C. Allen, Ordinary. T. W. Craigo, Cleik Superior Court. H. M. 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 SERVICES. Baptist Church.—Erery second Sat urday and Sunday, by Rev. N. L. Osborn Methodist Episcopal Church—Ev ery Ist Sunday and Saturday before, by Rev. L. D. Ellington. Every 3d and sth Sunday, by Rev. Robb. Methodist Episcopal Church South.—Every 4th Sunday and Satur* day before, by Rev. C. A. Jamison. FRATERNAL RECORD Oak Bowery Lodge, No. 81, F. A. M., meets Ist Friday in each month. P. H Milton, W. M. L. B Greer, S. W. W. A. Cox, J. W. R. Z. Roberts, Treasurer. S. P. Garren, Tylor. T. W. Craigo, Secretary. Nl. M. SESSIONS; ATTORNEY AT LAW, Refers by permission to Solicitor Gen. Geo. F Gober, and Hon. (. 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 m the Superior Court of the Blue Ridge Circuit. Prompt atten tion to all business intrusted to his care. TT T? T T> for working people! XX ill 1J Jl Send 10cents postage and we will mail yon free, a royal, valu able sample box of goods that will put you in the way of making more money in a few days than you ever thought pos sible at any business. Capital not re quired. You can live at home and work in spare time only, or all the time. All of both sexes, of all ages, grandly suc ceessful. 50 cents to $5 easily earn; and every evening. That all who want work may test the business, we make this un paralleled offer: To all who are not well satisfied we will send $1 (.o pay for the trouble of writing us. Full particulars, directions, etc. sent free. Immense pay absolutely sure for all who start at once. Don’t delay. Address Stinson & Cos., Portland, Maine. ® cents X lil/j I'j for postage, and receive free, a costly box 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 workers, absolutely sure. At once ad* dress True & 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 this section of the State. 1 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 doer to Cobb & Son’s store. Livery and Feed Stable run in connection with 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 tf. RUFE WALDO THORNTON, D.D.S. DENTIST, Calhoun, Ga. Will visit Ellijay and Morganton at both the Spring and Fall 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 XX7 T'VT more money than at any- YY JLILi thing else by taking an agency for the best selling book out. Be ginners succeed grandly. None fail. Terms free. Hallet Book Cos., Portland, Maine. Editor—“ ‘I Cannot Make Him Smile” • (reading title of her poem). “You want to make him amilo sight bad, eh?” Miss Violet (with an indignant inflection)— “Sir!" Editor—“ Show him jour poem.’ —Vhtladtlfhiu CM THE ELLIJAY COURIER. WILD NAN; OR— Tie Outcast’s Secret! o- o A GREAT CHICAGO STORY. o 0 by weldor j. cobb, Author of "At Her Mercy,” "The Love of Her Life,” “The Manacled Hand,” “The Telegraph Detective,” "The Stolen Bridegroom,” Etc., Etc. Gofibiorzed. All Right. Buxbtzd. CHAPTER XVHI [Continued. ] '"hat Is true, bat in 'his . men* on* a girl as the messe er .man.” Nan. s.face broke into* quick smile. “Oh, I cried. “I do not blame ■on for suspecting me, as I forgot to ex ilain. I am the girl mentioned in th< iote.” “You?” said the woman in some surprise. “Yes. but disguised, an assumption necessitated by the occurrence of circnm. stances I had not foreseen. ” Mrs. Ward, glancing keenly at her face, was apparently satisfied as to her last state ment, and then said: “Mr. Sherwood is in trouble, you say. ” “Yes, he is badly wounded and at the mercy of enemies he dares not arrest until he has learned more of their plans.” “And he has sent you here ” “To ask your assistance in enabling him to outwit his foes. Madam,” said Nan earnestly, “I have a strange, tragic story (o tell you, and v, hen yon have listened to its details, I think you will agree with me that to overcome the iniquitous plots of Mr. Sherwood’s foes it will require the exerciss of more than ordinary shrewdness. ” Seated by the side of the matron, W T ild Nan proceeded to tell her all that had oc curred since the night Edith Leslie had been taken by her supposed father to tha old works. She traced every move of the plotters, the visit to the garden, the mur der of Armitage, the rescue of Percy Sher wood by herself, and finally her visit with the recovered papers to Lesiie. Then, in still lower tones, she proceeded to relate the plan Sherwood and herself had formed to outwit Elmer Warren and his ac complice, Reuben Leslie. Diverging from the natural course of the narative, she incidentally referred to the mystery of Beatrice Avecal, in plain terms indicating that Sherwood had told her aIL Considering every point, her auditor breathlessly listening to every word, Nan, earnestly intent on unfolding her plans, neither knew that a white-robed, pale-faced woman had come to the open door of the little parlor and stood looking in at them with eager, startled eyes. It was Beatrice Avenal, but from that beautiful face had faded all the singular tokens of insanity so visible at the time of Edith Leslie’s last visit. The eyes were calmer, the frame less tremulous, and a more intense intelligence was manifested in the features of the un fortunate Beatrice, for the paroxysm of rage and jealousy which had rent her soul when she was confronted by Edith Leslie had resulted in a wild delirium, from which she had awakened anew creature. Mrs. Ward had only believed her now, thoughtful frame of mind a brief respite from the sad mental blight which had clouded her brain in the past She little dreamed of the sentient thoughts which were struggling for the light, obscured thoughts readily comprehended by Beatrice Avenal, as tne latter now listened to the story of Wild Nan. As the latter concluded her graphic re cital, the woman whom Elmer Warren had claimed to be the wife of his half-brother glided before the amazed vision of the two other occupants of the room, and, pale and agitated, sank to a chair, regarding them with startled eyes and a face traversed by the most poignant emotions. “Great heavens! she has overheard us!" cried Mrs. Ward, arising in alarm. “It will agitate her already-tortured mind to new distress. ” But the calm, steady tones of Beatrice Avenal sounded a strange surprise to her startled souL “No,” came from the pale set lips. “Your words have dissipated the last dark grop ings of my mind. I have learned the truth at last—and am in full consciousness of its light, for I finally know the mystery of my bearing the name of the wife of Perfly Sherwood.” CHAPTER XIX. EDITH’S ESCAPE. At a glance from Mrs. Ward the disguised girl, Wild Nan, had retired to the corridor of the house, while the latter approached Beatrice and laid her hand tremblingly, gently, on her shoulder. “Beatrice,” she said, solicitously, “yoc should not have ventured from your room. Come, dear child, let ns return and seek the <est you so much need. ” But the white face of her charge was lifted to her own with a firmness of expres sion which fairly startled Mrs. Ward. “I am rested.” the parted lips uttered, irearily. “I know the truth. lam satis, led." “The truth?” repeated Mrs. Ward, vaguely. “Yes. Oh, I see you believe me still suf fering from some delnsion of the senses. If vou had told me what your companion has tevealed in this room within the past few miuutes my mind might have gtasped the truth sooner. ” “Merciful heaven! can it be that her mind Is restored?” murmured Mrs. Ward, in a lever of wild anxiety. “Yes,” replied Beatrice, calmly answering uer question, “the light has come at last. A dismal, cheering awakening, but in time to lid you and your friends, the kind-hearted man who has sacrificed so much for me, to outwit his cruel enemies, mine as well as his own.” A flush of joy on her face as she realized the truth, Mrs. Ward hastened to the corridor, dosing the parlor door after her “Strange friend that you are,” she broko out wildly, gratefully, to Nan, “whatever rour motives for your interest in onr be half. yon seem to bring good fortune wber ever you eowe." Nan looked up inquiringly. “J wdeigUmd you, ” sho replied. “ .A. Map of Busy Life—lts Fluctuations and its Vast Concerns.” ELLIJAY, GA., THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 24, 1885. “Then learn my answer in the restoration to reason of the poor unfortunate Beatrice Avenal in yonder room. Just in time to Influence her blighted mind, your revela tions have made her a rational boing, and led her to the truth rather than overwhelm ed her with its strangeness.” A quick excited light spraug in the dis guised girls eyes. “You believe this?” she asked, eagerly. “Yes.” “And that the effect will be permanent?* “I believe that Beatrice Avenal realizes all the past and the present. ” “And if I should need also her co-opera tion ” The woman shrank back in apprehensive fear. “You mean that she should meet Elmer Warren?” “Yes.” “It cannot be.” Mrs. Ward spoke firmly and decidedly. “But if it is the only way of saving others and righting her own wrongs?” “Wait, then, till she is strong enough foi the ordeal,” repeated the matron, agitated ly- “ You will hear from me soon again, ” said Nan, as she reached the door, and bidding Mrs. Ward farewell left the house. She directed her footsteps to the building where she had left her bundle of wearing apparel, and disappearing within its broad doorway, was gone for some time. When she returned to the street she was Wild Nan again, in form and features, the old worn dress enhancing the effect of her Wildness of manner, and careless, rapid gait. It was dark when she arrived at the place where she had first traced Leslie, after his •emoval from the humble quarters Edith .eslie had known as home. She en ered the rooms without knocking, and to ler surprise found them vacant. Even the woman, Mrs. Leslie, was not within th* and the girl was startled for a mpmenf i-i two at the sudden disappearance of the mechanic's household. But as she realized that Warren and his accomplice fancied they were near tha verge of success, and also that they had probably believed this place too near the ousiness center of the city for their pur poses, she left the rooms, and proceeded to make inquiry of the man who leased the apartments concerning Leslie. She was informed that he had removed his wife in a carriage that afternoon, after selling the man the furniture of the rooms, and then, confidant that Bhe would find tfie persons she sought at the river house, she hastened thither at once. She determined not to make herself manifest in ease she succeeded in locating Warren and Leslie. The gloomy old build ing, occupied in part as a low saloon, a storage place for salt, and a sail-loft, af forded only one habitable portion—the rear of the second story, where Edith Leslie traversing the hafileacling to the suite of rooms of which the prison apartment formed one, Nan paused as she heard the sound of loud conversation within, and then, deciding that she had better announce her return, she boldly entered the place. Leslie was there, and Warren, too. Seat ed at a table, the two were playing at cards and drinking from a bottle of some dark liquor. On a pallet in one corner of the apartment lay Mrs. Leslie, her white, silent face and closed eyes telling that she was in a dead stupor of exhaustion caused by the rough removal that day. “Hello! Back again, eh?” ejaculated Warren, ns his glance rested on Wild Nan. “Come here.” She shrank back at his coarse familiarity, fnd a gleam of latent defiance came into uer dark, expressive eyes. But she sub dued all emotions, and obeyed his com mand. Leslie, his glance unsteady, shuffled the cards carelessly, his wavering hand and confused manner telling Nan plainly that ne, like Warren, was fortifying his courage with liquor to dispose of Edith Leslie for good that night. They suspended the game, as Warren, ifith drunken gravity, pointed to a chair, ind Nan, seating herself as far from him as oossible without exciting his suspicion as <o her true sentiments toward him, heard gim ask: “Have you bid your friends good-by?” She nodded assentingly. “The rocks, the waters, the flowers, the birds?” he continued in a half-scornful monotone. “All of them,” she replied, simply. “That is well. Now then, girl, you have done us a favor in bringing back some pa jers you found. We want to reward you. (Ye are going to leave the city.” “Leave the city?” repeated Nan, vaguely. “Yes.” “To-night?” she inquired, in the same limple tones. “No, to-morrow night. Do you want to o with us?” '.“Yes.” “Go with us,” continued Warren, “to a grand fortune, to silks and satins, and gold md jewels. ” Nan clasped her hands ecstatically in a feigned rhapsody of delight. “We are going on a long journey,” said Warren, “and Mr. Leslie will be a father to you. Only if we should tell you a story end ask you to pretend to be someone other than Wild Nan, you must not refuse. You see, Nan, it is necessary that you should do this to help Edith.” “I will obey you. for you are my friends,* replied the wanderer. Warren and Leslie exchanged glances of satisfaction at the apparently easy success of their new scheme. “There is something else, Nan,” said the latter gravely. She looked up inquiringly. “You must be married, for that is neces sary.” An expression of utter bewilderment ap peared on the girl’s featnres. “Married; I?’’ she murmured. “Yes,” replied Warren. “To whom?” “To myself.” He watched her narrowly. Apparently, she seemed perplexed at the proposition, nothing more. Yet, deep down in her heart, an awful rage against this man, mingled with a vengeful joy that he was digging his own grave by revealing his plans to her, thrilled her to keen interest. , “You see my girl,” again interposed Les lie, “Mr. Warren loves you, and it would not do for you to travel with us unless you were his wife.” Were the men arrant fools? As Nan re membered their former shrewdness and craft, she marveled that her ingenious sim plicity had so fully baffled their keen per- Motion. Yes," she said, after a brief pause, look lag up without the quiver of an eye-lid, “I will marry Mr. Warren.” “And you will never regret your decision my girl, ” replied the half-dranken schemer. “I will treat you kindly, and give you a for turne as soon as we reach ” A warning gesture from Leslie stopped him from developing their secret intentions farther. “And I am to remain here,” inquired Nan, “until ?” “Until the marriage. Yes, to-morrow night all will be ready. Eh, Leslie?” The mechanio started as Warren’s eye* darted a glance at the door of the pnsoq apartment. “Yes,” replied the man addressed, “we will be ready. Nan can watch my wife in the meantime.” A smile of serene composure settled down over the face of Warren as they re sumed the game of cards. More than onoa be seemt-d about to speak to his companion on some theme of interest in his mind, but he glanced at the half-empty bottle and ap, peared to have decided to wait until his confederate was still more under the influ ence of liquor. NTan had taken a chair by the side of Mrs. Leslie. ■ Seated there, her face grew sad as she Regarded the white features of the in sensible sufferer, and then her glance wan dering to the men at the table, as she noted the actions of Warren, and divined that the fete of Edith Leslie would soon be sealed by some action on his part, she stole to the 'door unperceived by them, and reaching the corridor sped down the stairway to the street and thon around the docks at tha rear of the building. She had arranged for the details of her preconceived plan, and she proceeded si lently to put her efforts in behalf of Edith Leslie into execution at onee. She knew the location of the window of the apartment, and having fixed it definitely in her mind, she proceeded to climb the projecting course of stoue which ffirmed the corner of the room in which Edith was confined. Her nimble feet, practiced and Bkillful among the rocks of the old quarry, soon scaled the rough surface of the building. There was an iron bar running from be neath the window to the wall diagonally op posite, and resting herself on this to sus tain her form she clasped the bars of the window and peered in. All was darkness in the apartment, and she endeavored in vain to make out the form she sought. She pressed her feco still closer to the window and whispered the single name: “Edith.” mere wm a movement tne sound or ome one crossing the floor of the room, iud then a voioe, tremulous with anxiety, ipoke: “Is it you, Nan?” “Sh—h, not too loud,” whispered the vunder “Bring a chair to the window •ud gel ready to fly as soon ak l remove :hese bars. ” Producing a saw and file from her dress, ivitli which she had provided herself at her 'oom in the building where she had changed ter disguise. Nan proceeded to work upon me iron bat s. Rusted and worn it was less lhan half an hour when she announced the success of her object, watched breathlessly ind in direful suspense by Edith, who had tlambered to the aperture. Nan had wrenched the second bar from ho window, and, taking a rope from her locket, passed it around one of the remain ing bars. “Creep through the window and dosoend by the rope,” she whispered to her trembling companion, as she herself descended to the round, “and be careful when you reach 'he bottom, for it is near the edge of the dock.” She uttered a little cry of satisfaction, as minute later Edith Leslie stood by her fide. “Listen to me, and follow my instructions lo the letter,” spoke Nan, hurriedly. “You sre to go to a certain place.” and she men noned the street and number where the ouilding was located in which she had changed her disguise. “You will join me there?” asked Edith. “No.” “What must I do then?” “You will know when you arrive there. No questions now, lest your flight is dis covered and you are pursued. Remain at he place until you hear from me. Your ausband " Edith uttered a low cry of eager surprise. “He lives!” she iterated. “Will you tell me. Nan, that your words were true?” “Yes, he lives.” “And I shall see him?” “You will join your husband at the place T send you to. Hurry! See! There is a light in the room you have just left! Quick! your hat, and do not delay an instant!” With a half-suppressed cry of joy at Nan’s words, not hesitating at the strange actions of her companion as she seized her nat, the released prisoner darted from the dock and disappeared from view. At the same moment Wild Nan, with a quick movement, threw the hat into the river below, and then glancing up at the window of the room Edith had just left, caught the rope, pulled it down, and flung it with the file and saw into the stream. These provisions made against the de tection of an outside agency in releasing Edith, the girl sprang to the shadow of the side of the building, not a moment too soon, for Elmer Warren had a minute be fore entered the prison apartment, a lamp in ais hand, a knife unsheathed and ready in his bosom, determined to murder Edith Leslie and fling the body into the river be low. A wild cry of dismay and surprise aroused Leslie in the next room to quicken his actions, as Warren, glancing at the win dow, saw the bars gone, the room empty. “Confusion!” he cried, in tones of the wildest rage and alarm. “ She has escaped. ” He sprang to the chair standing by the window and glanced out. A neighboring gas light showed the gleaming waters; showed plainly, too, the hat floating on the surface of the stream; and then the plotter mmped to the floor and tore like one mad toward the exit from the house. He gained the dock and glared wildly in all directions. He fell back as Wild Nan confronted him from an angle of the build ing. “What are you doing here?” he cried, his suspicions alarmed. “I was watching the waves singing a lullaby,” replied the wanderer, with a wild look in her dark eyes, “and I suw " “ You saw ?" eagerly replied Warren. ’Speak quickly, girl; have you seen aught Of Edith Leslie? ’’ “Yes, yes,” cried Nan, wildly. “See on the dancing waves her hat! A spring from u>e window, then the waters, and then— ftHlxi 4‘tnUi!" Her voice died in a wild shriek, as of iiorror or alarm, while Elmer Warren, catching eagerly at her words for verifica tion of hU hope in the death of Edith Leslie, experienced a wild joy and triumph m his wicked heart, as he muttered: “She is dead! The field is clear, andoar secret is safe.” CHAPTER XX. NEARING THE END. Edith Leslie, once clear of the old house by the river-side, did not delay to ascertain if her enemies were in pursuit, but with flying feet shaped her oourse toward the building whither Wild Nan had direoted her. The exciting thoughts in her confused, startled mind accorded fully with the swift pace she kept up, until she gained the street where Nan’s new home was located, and finally the structure itself. The direction of the wanderer, though brief, had beon definite, and Edith, after ascending two flights of stairs and looking about the place, finally located the apart ment to which her rescuer had directed her. The knob turned and the door opened at the push of the hand, and with a wildly throbbing heart, anxiously expectant, she entered the room. Her lips opened to form but one word: “Percy!” Bnt there was no response to the whisper of excited suspense, and as she glided to a little stand upon which was a lamp partly turned down, she cast its feeble radianco over the room and glanced around with eager searching gaze. Neither in the outer and larger room nor in the little bed chamber off from it, could she discern any trace of that dear one she so devotedly loved, her husband, Percy Sherwood. Could it be that Nan had deceived her— or, what seemed more probable, had her husband regained his strength sufficiently to go forth in quest of Wild Nan—perhaps of herselr? Nan had found no opportunity to detail to her all concerning Sherwood, and Edith sought for more light on the singular disappearance of the man she had been told she would meet in the place to whioh she hud by Nan's direction fled for safety. pro he continued.! They Died Fighting. The Two Republics of the City of Mexico, tells this story:—A wild story comes in from Periban, Michoaoan. Three well mounted and well armed men stopped at an inn to pass the night. The woman who kept the place advised the authorities that three suspicions men had called at her house. The Presi dent of the oity council and the judge, With a few citizens, went to the house to see the suspicions characters. But the three men locked themselves in their room and refused to be interviewed. A crowd of citizens was collected, but when they appeared they were greeted with a volley from the three men. An assault was then made upon the room, and the' prisoners breaking oat of the door fought their way through the crowd, using their revolvers and daggers. The crowd followed olosely after the fugitives and many shots were ex changed. Finally one of the fellows dropped; even while dying he turned over and .fired on his pnrsnors, A second fell a few steps further on, fighting hard. The third sheltering himself behind a rook, made it w%rm for his pursuers, and though often wounded, fought on with soaroely enongh strength to draw his rifle to his shoulder. Galled on to sur render, he only replied with a ballet, which relieved the president of his hat. The crowd closed in around him as the death mist was passing over his eyes. Still he tried to pnll the trigger of his rifle for a parting shot, bat life and strength failed him. The oorpses were bnried in Periban. They were supposed to be a part of Marcial Brave’s bandit troop. Daring the fight the citizens had fired 200 shots, and of these nearly twenty had taken effeot on the bandits, who were torn to pieces by the terrible storm of lead. Several of the citizens were wounded. The bandits died like legendary heroes. A Mock Polar-Bear Hunt- The mock polar-bear hunt is a favorite game among the Eskimo bpye. A few lines will describe it. One of the boys of the village gets a polar-bear robe, and wrapping it around him after he is out among the ice-hummocks about the village, he comes crawling along some sledge-path near the igloos, when he is discovered by the dogs and surrounded. This is likely to be very rough sport; for the hoys take their spears and jab away at their brother in the bear robe, until you would think they would break some of his ribs; while the dogs, em boldened by these supposed brave ad vances, oftentimes take big bites of for from the dangling edges of the robe. The mock bear rears up on his hind feet and growls in a very ferocious manner, until, worn oat at last with his hard work and with having his head so tight ly oovered np with a heavy robe, he finally falls over at some thrust of a spear and pretends to expire. Bat the next moment he crawls oat from the robe, much to the disgust of the dogs, with their hopes of a fine meal of bear fleah.— SL Nicholas. To ops betters wo can reconcile our aolvea, it we please, respecting them sincerely, laughing at their jokes, mak ing allowances for their stupidities, meekly suffering tlioir insolence; but we can’t pardon our oquals going be yond ua. VOL X. NO. 29. SELECT SIFTINGS. Thirty-six persons died in London last year from starvation. The Emperor Domitiaa occupied his leisure in catching flies. . The temples in Dahomey are almost entirely built of human skulls. The principle of the stereoscope wss known to Euclid, described by Galen 1,500 years ago, and more fully in 1599 A. D., in the works of Baptist Porta. i Columbus found the cotton plant wild in Hispaniola,in other West India islands and on the continent of South America, where natives used it for dressing and fishing nets. Engraving is very ancient. The oldest records are cut in stone, some in relief and some in intaglio. The hieroglyph ics of Egypt are cut in the granite mon oliths and on the walls of the tombs and chambers. In days gone by neither'sowing, plant ing nor grafting was ever undertaken without a scrupulous attention to the in crease or waning of the moon. It was thought that the increase of the moon made plants fruitful, and that under the full moon they were in their best strength. General Washington was very proud of his coach horses, and had them care fully groomed. Before using them on special occasions ho had their teeth picked and washed and their hoofs polished and varnished. The shoes were solid silver. Before the reign of King Alfred, slaves could own nothing in England; under his legislation they were permitted to dispose by will of what what was given them, or what they could earn in their free hours. Ho forbade, also, any masters who had incurred a fine or amend from buying off by tho sale of man as well as beast. Much mystery was in bygone days thought to hang over the origin of pearls, and, according to the poetic orientals, “Every year on the sixteenth day of the month of Nisan, the pearl oysters rise to the surface of,, the sea and open their shells, in order to receive the rain which fall at that time, and the drops thus become pearls.” - During the reign of Catherine 11. of Russia, Palatin, a peasant, made a musi cal repeating watch, about tho size of an egg, which had within it a representa tion of Christ’s tomb, with sentinels on guard. On pressing a spring the stone would be rolled from tho tomb, the angel appear, the holy women enter the sepulchre and the same chant which is sung in the Greek church at Easter ove accurately performed. A queer way of employing ants is re ported by an English gentleman who has been traveling through one of the provinces of China. It appears that, in many parts of the province of Canton, the orange trees are infested by worms; and to rid themselves of these pests the natives bring ants into the orangeries from neighboring hills. The ants are trapped by holding the mouth of a lard bladder to their nests. They are then placed among the branches of the orange trees, where they form colonies, and bamboo rods arc laid from tree to tree to enable the ants to move throughout the orangery. . Slaves of Quinine. “Have you noticed the growing use of quinine?” a druggist in the vicinity of the Fifth Avenue hotel asked. At the same moment he bowed and smiled to a tall, red-whiskered mnn who strolled in. “Just watch this customer,” he said. The mnn was very thin and cadaver ous looking. Without saying a word he walked up to the soda fountain, and the boy drew out a pill box, poured three pills into the palm of the customer’s hand, set a glass of mineral water in front of him, and turned to the next customer. The tall man swallowed the pills, drank the water, turned on his heel, and stalked away with another pleasant nod to the proprietor. “That costs him a dollar and forty cents a week," said the proprietor, “and before long it will kill him. He started to take one fire-grain pill every night about six months ago; he now takes fif teen grains a night before he goes home, so that it will brace him up for his din ner. Within a month he will be taking twenty grains a night. Of course he takes it at home beside what he gets here. I’ve gone out of my way three or four times to warn him but his answer is a simple one ; he says quinine makes him feel cheerful and strong, and it has no ill effects. He tried stopping it once, and caved in; hence he wants to know why he should stop. You can’t combat such reasoning as that.” “Have you many such regular cus tomers?” * ■ “Well, to be accurate, we have only three men who come in every day and pay at the end of the week, but there are many others who take their quinine as regularly as most drinking folk* take whisky. It is centainly a great tempta tion to weakly organized ana frail people. All they have to do is to swallow a pill or two, and they feel robust, wide awake and cheerful. The practice grows on them continually, and it seems to be spreading, for our sales of quinine are constantly growing. A good proportion of the custom comes from women who grow fatigued or weary while shopping, and who, instead of buying nutritious luncheon resort to the insidious quinine pill.”— New York Sun. On July 4, 1826, John Adams and Jefferson died; July 4, 1881, Monroe died; July 9, 1850, Taylor died in office; July 23, 1885, Grant died. On July 2, 1881, Garfield received his fatal wound. The fleece* of Angora goats average seven pouuds, and are worth fifty cents a pound—in California.