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COLEMAN * KZBBY, Editors and Proprietors.
VOL. XI.
■JLLIJAY COIiRiF.K
I'l BIJSHED tVERY THURSDAY
—BY—
•e'om™F M^ N * k,r by.
_ m tbe Court House j^.4
Cf HERAL DIRECTORY.
perior Court meets Sd Moudar i-,
aud 2d Monday in October.
Hon. James I*. R,t>wd. Judge.
George F. Solicitor General.
OOCNTY COURT.
Hon Thc ß F. Greer, Judge.
Meeu-'d at So,icit”r
greets up Monday m each inenth
of Urinary meets first Monday i
lu f/ic'j month. i
town council.
••F H. Ferry, lutendent.
?• McKinney, j. h. Tabor, I
J. Huunicutt, J.R. Johnson, } Oom '
H, Fo3ter/Town Marshal.
COUNTY OFFICERS.
J. O. Allen, Ordinary,
?'■ 'V- Craigo, Clerk Superior Court,
J - * r -■Brawlett, Sheriff,
K :; , • ohacp, Tax Receiver,
r ’ 'V. Gs,,fß * Collector,
p\ 51 ' Vwt .Su rveyor,
" ' 'V. Rice, Coroner,
JV *■’• Hill, School Commissioner.
. i?V-- < oU ? ty Hoard of Education meels
' J y the Ist Tuesday in January
il, Ju]y aud October.
KEbIGKOI'S SERVICES.
Methodist Episcopal Church, Fouth—
'C, 1 bu nday, and Saturday before,
eßev, C. M. Ledbetter.
Church—Every 2nd Saturday
and f1 1 dry, by Rev. E. J>. Shope.
MctTiodist Episcopal Church—Ever
Ht Saturday and Sunday, by Rev. R
D. Jiobb.
FRATEIINAL RECORD,
Oak Bowery Lodge, No 81, F. A. M.,
meets first Friday in each month.
W. A. Cox, W. M.
I . B. Greer, S. \V.
W. E. Hipp, J. W.
It. 'A. Roberts, Treas.
T. W. Oraigo, Sec.
W. W. Roberts, Tyler,
T. B. Kirby, S. D.
H. AL Bramlett, J. D.
J. W. HENLEY,
ATTORNEY AT LAW.
JASPER GEORGIA
■o' 1 , 1 1'V;ctico in die Superior Court of the Blue
l-rcu:t. Prompt attention to a 1 busi
no-b latiusred to Lis care.
M. SI. Sessions. k w . Coleman
SESSIONS & COLEMAN,
attorneys at law,
ellijay, aa. ’
™ Pf’cHce in Blue Ri.lge Circuit, Conntv
DR. J. S. TANKERSLEY,
Physician and Surgeon,
Tend-rs his professionai services (o the citi
sens ofEihjay, Gilmer and surrounding conn
tics. AH calls promptly attend-d to. Office
upstairs over the firm of Cobh A Son.
MFE WALDO THORNTON, D.D.S.
DENTIST,
* . . Calhoun, Ga.
, vmt EUijay and Morganton at
Iboth the Spring and Fall term of the
superior Court—and oftener by special
Tootrant, when sufficient work is guar
anteed to justify me in making the visit.
Address as above. fmavil-li
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Moitaii View Hotel!
ELLIJAY, GA.
This Hotel is now fitted up in excel
• lout order, and is open for the reception
of guests, under competent management.
Every possible effort will be made to
make the Mountain View the most popu
nr Hotel in Ellijay. Accommodations in
every department first-class. Livery, sale
nd feed stables in connection with hotel.
Guests transfered to and from all trains
3 ’ ' ‘ 6 34 lv
No bins Remarkable About It.
“Here’s a story about a coin which a
man marked with his initials coming
back to him after an absence of twenty
three years. Queer wasn't it?”
“Oh, I don’t know, Bromley. I passed
a coin in a bazar at Constantinople thirty
years ago, and”
“It came back to you”
“The same afternoon, Bromley. It war
a counterfeit.’ —Philadelphia Call.
In the camp at Togo, Montana, a
colored woman named Millie Ringgold
has quite a reputation as a prospector.
She spends most of her time in the moun
tains, and handles the pick and shovel
with as much vigor and dexterity as a
man. She was the pioneer woman of
Yogo, and ran the first hotel at that
place in early days. By economy and
close attention to business she has come
into possession of some very valuable prop
erties, and is in reality to-day a bonanza
queen.
A man in Westport, Conn., bought a
lot of rags, among which he found a gold
watch and other valuable jewelry. On
inquiry he found the owner. Mrs. Fred
erick Wakcman, of Westport, had stowed
her valuables away in a rag-bag, and her
husband told her that some fine day she
would sell the lot for a cent or two a
pound. She was positive \hat she would
not be so thoughtless, but her husband's
prophesy came tree.
- •
In Elmira, N. Y., there is a young wo
man from near Stockholm, Sweden, who
wears clothing all her own making, in
cluding the spinning of the thread, color
ing it and weaving it into cloth. She Is
learning the art of American cookery, and
when the three years are up—which time
she has Axed to remain in America- -she
will be quite accomplished in American
wars.
A gentleman who bat recently returned
from Eastern Oregon gives an account of
a rather singular procession he lair in
Umatilla county. It was au Indian fu
neral procession. The defunct had been
set upon a horse, and a stick had been
lashed along each side of his body, to
keep it in an upright position. The head
was not supported in any way, and as
the hor e trotted along, the body seemed
bowing in every direction and the head
shaking in a horribly grotesque manner.
The widow, dressed in her mournful
paint, trotted along behind on a lazy
mule, to which she kept vigorously ap
plying the whip.
California carries on a large business in
sea shells, which are gathered on its coast
and shipped to Europe. One firm has a
contract to ship forty tons of shells every
sixty days. They are worth from S7OO
to SI,OOO a ton. They are used in all
kinds of decorative industries, returning
to the United States from France vastly
increased in price, when transformed
into pearl buttons, brooches, shawl
clasps, knife handles, or inlaid work.
Tahita shells, large, flat, mother-of-pearl
shells, are worth from $1.50 to $4 each,
and the finest selected pairs are some
times sold for as much as SSO.
The copious outpouring of oil in the
Washington Couuty (Penn.) field, ac
cording to the New York World, is
nothing particularly remarkable in this
ago and country, but it serves as a gentle
reminder that the natural resources of the
United States are nothing less than mar
vellous—a fact we aro very apt to forget.
Just north of these productive oil fields,
in New York, lies a mass of the best of
solid salt in inexhaustible quantities.
The Syracuse salt springs are a mere hint
of the deposites not long since discov
ered we3t of them. Our coal and iron,
says the World, are limitless, and our
gold, silver, lead,copper and zinc plenti
ful. It is a country worth taking care
of, all things considered.
For her tnrned np nose,
Her aweet little loea,
Her pretty pink hose.
And all her clothes
Patagonia has disappeared from polit
ical geography. The Panama Star and
Herald announces the results of the
agreement, in regard to this region, by
Chili and the Argentine Republic, who
have absorbed it. To Chili has been as
signed all the western slope of the Cor
dilleras to the southern extreme of the
Continent to the Strait of Magellan and
all the islands off the coast. The east
ern slope of the range and the vast pam
pas extending to the Atlantic are now
the property of the Argentine Confedera
tion. The Strait of Magellan is declared
neutral and free to all nations. The
chief island of Terra del Fuego is parted
equally between the two nations, Chili
taking all the other islands, including
that of Cape Horn.
“Some of my very best trade,” said a
Chicago tobacoonist recently, “comes
from ■women. You would be astonished
if I gave you names, but it would ruin
my business with them. Do they use the
tobacco openly? By no means. They
all smoke in secret, and the husbands
never guess the vile practice of the wives
of whom they are so proud. Often sev
eral women assemble at one house, shut
out the outside world, put on their hub
bards and enjoy a regular old-fashioned
smoke, just like the men at the club
room. Most of the women smoke only
cigarettes, but after a while these are not
strong enough, and they must have
cigars. One customer in particular I
have, a wealthy widow, who would be
deeply offended did any gentleman
smoke in her presence, and yet I venture
to say no boy, man or woman enjoys a
good cigar better than she. Many ser
vant girls get to loving the weed from
seeing the mistress indulge. When
ever the husbands find out the habit then
there’s fun in that household, and ofton
he threatens me with personal violence
if I do not quit selling to his wife.”
The following extraordinary story
comes from St. George’s Bay, on the west
coast of Newfoundland: A French ves
sel put in there recently from St. Malo
bound to Port au Choix for the purpose
of landing Miss Louise Joumeaux, who
was picked up at sea about twenty miles
off the Island of Jersey. The lady, with
a gentleman named Fame, went boating
one Sunday. While rowing her com
panion let one oar slip, and in attempting
to recover it lost the other. Being a
good swimmer, he jumped overboard to
recover the oar. The wind, meantime,
was freshening, and there was a strong
current setting from the land. The boat
fast drifted beyond his reach, and he was
compelled either to swim for the land or
sink. Miss Joumeaux, alone in the boat,
drifted to sea. The boat almost filled
with water, and for forty hours she lived
in solitary agony. At length she was
rescued by the French vessel. The vio
lent off-shore winds prevented the
Frenchman from reaching Jersey, and the
lady was carried across tho Atlanlic to
Newfoundland. Fame reached St. Hil
aires’ harbor safely, but bis atory was
disbelieved. Poople from tho shore af
firmed thab\ ey heard cries of murder
from sea. Faroe was* arrested and in
dicted for homicide His liberation, of
course, followed, Mist Joumeaux having
oabled ber miraculous escape.
Sam Jonea, the evangelist, lives on oat
meal, milk, fruits nd occasionally unata
Ha seldom drinks coffee,
“A MAP OP BUSY LIWK-rrs PLUCTUATIOXS AND ITS PAST CONCERNS,"
ELLIJAY, GA., THURSDAY, AUGUST 12, 188(1
love and aoe
Lament not, love, that we are growing oldl
Time is a tyrant whose remorseless sway
Sweeps all things mutable to swift decay,
But Love immortal is. her anchors hold
When tempests, black ivith dangers manifold,
Would drive us far from paths of peace
astray,
I*t not thin locks, argent with kindly
gray,
Wake vain regret for loss of rippled gtld,
Sun-ldstin that glad ago when first wo met;
Within our hearts love burns serenely yet,
As in funereul crypts, enchauted lamps—
Of time defiant aud a je-gatheriug damps—
Defeat the dark with tiame that never dies,
Laughing at Death through mouldering cen
turies. *■
— Travelers' Record.
THE COINER’S WIFE.
BY AN ENGLISH DETECTIVE.
I shall nevgr forget the 13th of Decem
ber, 1879. .The streets of the great city
of Manchester had grown deprcssingly
desolate, and a deuse, black fog prevailed
all over the town.
I was hurrying, ns fas£ as the night
would allow, from Victoria railway sta
tion, along the then old and dingy
Deansgate, in the direction of my office,
just as the cathedral bells were chimin"'
the hour of twelve.
Benumbed with cold, I found to my
great joy a cheerful fire blazing in my
room, which, thanks to my comrade, who
had retired for the night, was consider
ately prepared forme. I took off my
great coat and muffler, drew a chair close
to the fender, and began thinking over
the incidents of a case I had that after
noon brought to a successful issue, when,
with the suddenness of a startled night
bird’s scream, 1 heard a piteous and pro
longed shriek issuing from beneath the
un-huttered window.
I sprang to my feet, and gazing in the
direction of the sound saw a sight I shall
never forget while memory holds a scat
mmy brain. A wild, white face, with
Jong, disheveled hair hanging over an
ill-clad form, was gesticulating in a be
seeching manner close to the firelit panes.
Cool and collected as I usually am nu
der extraordinary circumstances, I must
confess to a feeling of terror taking pos
session of my whole frame at that instant,
and I sat there rooted to tho spot. It
was only for a moment, though—or, per
haps, as long as it would Take oue to
count ten —before the apparition, as it
seemed to be, vanished as suddenly frora
my transfixed gaze as it had in coming
upon me with all its ghastly whiteness.
‘•This is very strange,” I involuntarily
exclaimed, ‘ and puzzles me not a little.
What-can it mean?”
; Then striding toward the door, I flung
it wide open; but there was nothing be
*or® P 1 the black, choking fog
■\nd the dead silence of the street.
For a little while I stood like one he.
svildered. I strained my ears in the
anxious hope of catching the sound of
some one’s footfall; but it was all in
vain the quiet remained unbroken.
Pushing back the door, I turned to re
enter the room, when my eyes caught
sight of a piece of white paper that lay
upon the wide sill of the window.
“Ah,” thought I, “here, then, is the
explanation of this deep mystery!”
I took it to the light, opened it, and
much to my astonishment found a mes
sage of deep anguish addressed to me. in
almost undecipherable characters. The
note was wet in places as if with tears,
and it bore indubitable evidence of hav
ing been hurriedly written. This is what
it said:
If you would stop more crime, perhaps
murder come at once to 13 Tomsou’s court.
Am. followed. Heaven save me aud my
child! What shall I do? Rescue us, and
God bless you.
_ , , Lizzie Thornley.
Be careful. Conceal yourself. Watch.
Top room at back.
Thornley—Thornleyl The name ap
peared familiar to me. I went to the
diary, turned to the letter TANARUS, and found
the following entry:
November 24, 1878-Bill Thornley, alias
Springer, alias Haxley, coiner—wanted.
Could this, theD, be tho man who for
nearly eighteen months had successfully
eluded our most vigilant pursuit? It
seemed more than probable. Was the
information, however, contained in that
mysterious message of a genuine charac
ter? Or was it meant to lead me into a
fatal trap! The promptings of my heart
answered me, and that answer was:
Bill Thornley, desperado, you are in
Thompson’s Court, and I will have you,
my slippery beauty, before another day
is over.
It was very late, or rather, lought to
aay, the day was yoang, when I put out
the office lights; for the bell of St.
Peter’s had just rung out the hour of
one. I had decided, whatever might be
the consequences to my unknown visitor,
to go home and sleep over the matter
and then report the circumstancce to the
inspector, so as to receive his sanction to
the step before putting my plans into ex
ecution. With this resolution strong
upon me, I staited upon my journey
home. My way lay in the direction of
Greengate, and several times ere I
reached Blackfriars Bridge I saw the
vision of that white face, with its look of
unutterable terror fixed immovably upon
me.
Late in the forenoon of the same day I
returned to the office and duly reported
my experience of the previous night.
“This looks like a serious job for you,
Lomax,” said Inspector Jones, as soonas
I had finished my report. “Just turn
to the album there and look at Sand T
for a portrait of ‘Springer,’ or ‘Saxley,’
or ‘Thorndyke.’ He has done seven
years, but has not accounted for himself
for a long time pan. Is that it? Ah,
good! Take it with you, and if you get
a chance of comparing it with the
original, and you find they agree, nab
him, that's all. Would you like Scho
field with you?"
“No,”] answered.
“Well, in any case, be quite prepared
to face rough work, for if your man
ahould turn out to be the one I suspect,
look sharp, I advise you.”
After these and other timely hints, I
retired to the wardrobe adjoining Jones'
room. I went in a clean-shaven, good
looking man of tweutyaeven, and in half
an hoar afterward came out again in the
character of a middle-aged woman,
dressed ia a ra'her seedy suit of black.
I had on a faded dress of cashmere, a
long circular cloak of the samo material,
anda matronly •looking bonust, from be-
BOath which huog loogiih locks of iron*
gray hair, while a thick veil drooping
down in front completed the transforms
tion. 1 must not forget to mention,
though, that I took with me a small wal
let of pins, needle* and tape, under the
pretext of having these for sale. My get
up was perfect. I locked to all the world
like one who had seen better days, but
was reduced now to a state of genteel
poverty.
It was close upon 3 o’clock in the
afternoon when 1 sallied out of Albert
street, and a drizzling rain was making
matters most uncliecrfnl. I had no dif
ficulty ia findingTomson’s court. It was
situated in Little Feter street,and in that
direction] turned my footsteps. Imustcon
fess my mind was not without some mis
givings as to the successful accomplish
ment of my plans. Still, 1 had before
played two or three hold games as a de
tective with cons'derablu credit; aud
why should I fail in this?
Proceeding along the dark and narrow
yard of Tomson’s court, I noticed a
knot of unkempt women, of most repul-
I sive appearance, standing talking to
j gather, and by their earnest demeanor I
■ knew they had some serious business in
hand. Sudden as thought my wallet
was out, and I stood before them cring
ingly, beseeching them to buy my wares.
But of course it was all to no purpose.
I neither sold anything nor heard a word
that would give mo the faintest clew.
Watching my’ opportunity, I got away
from them, and passed into No. 13
unseen by any one. Tho room was sit
uated at tho end of a long, dark, aud
winding lobby, and the stench that met
me was almost overpowering. I paused
a moment listening, but not a sound did
I hear. Then I knocked at the door,
very feebly at first, then louder and
louder, and yet there came no response
to me.
“Surely I am the victim of a hoax!” I
thought to myself. “The room is evi
dently tenantless.”
Stooping down, I peered through the
key-hole, nnd by the very dim light that
shone within saw what I thought was a
chair upset. I knocked again, so as to
be certain there was no one in the room,
an stilt received no answer. My curiosity
was now aroused. I took from my pocket
a small bunch of skeleton keys—l never
went out without them—and noiselessly
opened the door. As soon as I entered I
stood aghast at the sight that met my
eyes. In one corner of the room, stretched
upon a heap of straw, I saw tho form of
a woman, motionless, with her eyes
closed, as if in death, I staggered to
ward her, turned her face to the light,
and recognized in her the mysterious
midnight visitor whose wild look had so
possessed me. I turned her head more to
the light, and was horrified to see a thin
stream of blood oozing from her snow
white brow down upon the face and
hands of a little babe that nestled to her
breast. 1 knelt beside them, and placing
my ear to the heart of the woman,
found it was stilt boating. In qn instant
I requisitioned my brandy flash, and after
considerable difficulty succeeded in pour
ing a few drops of the liquid down her
throat, and was soon rewarded by per
ceiving signs of returning consciousness.
Her eyes opened, and her lips began a
nervous twitching at the corners.
A few minutes afterward she fixed a
steady, wondering gaze on me, then tried
to speak.
“Pray, do not for the present agitate
yourself,” I exclaimed, in a well-n3sumed
female voice. “You will feel better
presently, and then we’ll speak a little.”
Her beautiful black eyes expressed
tlieir gratitude to mo, then she relapsed
into a fitful slumber. This was a very
opportune circumstance for me, because
it enabled me to take stock of the miser
able surroundings. • Three chairs, an old
deal box and a dilapidated table formed
the principal articles in the room. Two
other things, however, attracted my at
tention more than all beside. They were
a long wooden bench, such as is used by
carpenters, and from the nature of the
tools I saw lying about—with dies and
molds of various sizes—my suspicions
became confirmed.
The other object which arrested my
attention was a strong, capacious ward
robe in the opposite corner, facing the
bench. Its folding doors stood a little
ajar, and I grew curious to know the
character of its contents. I was just ris
ing from my seat with the intention of
making a closer inspection, when the
woman opened her eyes again an A beck
oned me to her side. Then, in a voice
just raised above a whisper, she said:
“Who are you that have found your
way into this miserable dwelling?”
“I am a woman peddling a few simple
wares,” I answered, “but how I managed
to find myself here is more than I can tell;
yet I am thankful I have reached you,
if it.is only that I may be of some simple
service to you, for I see you need a help
ing hand.”
“Ah, 'tis true —’tis true,”she replied;
“but I fear your kind assistance has come
too late—yes, too late 1”
“I hope not. Tell me, though, how you
have come Ijy that wound on your tem
ple. Is it the result of a fall?”
“No, no; it was done by him—my hus
band. He struck me with a hammer be
cause I would not consent to his taking
away my child.”
“Merciful heavens, cansuch things be?
Where is he now?" I somewhat eagerly
inquired.
“I—l cannot tell,” she answered, and
she appeared to be growing fainter by
the exertion. “Last night,a little before
twelve, he came home in a terrible tem
per. I saw murder lurking in his eyes,
and after listening to his fearful oaths, I
ran to the police station, pursued by him.
I could not attract attention. He over
took me just as I re-entered this room,
and— Hark 1 What is that 1”
Instantly we were as silent as the dead,
and listened. The faculty of hearing is
remarkably keen with me, and I soon
came to the conclusion that someone
was crouching behind the door. I
motioned to the woman to be silent,
while I crept noiselessly into the open
wardrobe. I closed the folding doors
from within, and, as good fortune would
have it, discovered a large crevice
through which I could see the move
ments of any one who might choose to
enter the apartment.
The poor woman’s head sank on the
(Mallet of straw, apparently in a swoon,
and all was still again.
The minutes that elapeed seemed hours
to me, and I was beginning to think that,
after all, my ears had deceived me, when,
very slowly, and without the faintest
sound, the door opened, and the figure
of a short, stout busby-bearded man
crept is. lie stole to where Uuic
Thornley lay; he bent over her, as if to
assure himself that she was unaware ef
his presence.
“Urn!—she must hare been muttering
in her sleep, I reckon. I could have
sworn, though, I heard two voices. Curse
her! And you would have split on me,
would you?” he growled, between his set
teeth. “I wonder if she’ll croak this
time?”
As he said this his voice sank in a
hoarse whisper, and he turned toward
the bench. A momentary fear came over
me lest he should open the wardrobe
doors, and with this feeling upon me I
placed my hand in readiness on nv re
volver.
The rays of the setting sun were just
glinting through the latticed pane; Ins
face was straight beforo me, but I did
not recognize it. To my surprise, how
ever, he proceeded to divest himself of
his flowing beard and wig, and then I
behold in him the long-looked-for coiner,
Bill Thornley. My first impulse at that
moment was to suddenly spring upon
him, but bis next movement deprived
me of any such intention.
Slipping his fingers in his waistcoat
pocket, hedrew forth a small key. With
this he opened a secret panel in the
wainscot of the wall, and there I saw
great piles of gfitteriug # coius, which my
practised eyes told me were spurious.
One by one he placed them noiselessly in
a bag beside him, then relockcd the
panel, and after closely examining his
pistol,laid that on the bench preparatory
to resuming his hirsute disguise.
With the rapidity of a panther spring
ing on its prey, I flung open the ward
robe doors and sprang on him. The
suddenness of my appearance struck him
motionless and dumb. Ho could but
glare at me, whilo I held him in a vise
liko grip, and his lips trembled and
grew ashy pale.
At such a moment as this a detective
needs all the coolness and determination
ho can command, for then it is that his
victim is almost powerless of resistance.
He becomes somi-paralyz.ed with surprise,
and beforo ho knows the meaning of it
he finds the bracelets on his wrists. At
least such was the case with the ruffian
Thornley. I made Bhort work of him.
As for his wife and child (for such they
proved tr. be), I had them tenderly con
veyed to the Hoval Infirmary, where for
ten long days and nights of suffering she
and her baby lay, and then their spirits
crossed the coniines of a better world.
Thornley was found guilty, and I had
the satisfaction of hearing him sentenced
to a long term of penal servitude.
Mexican Sombreros and Sunstroke.
In a letter from Mexico the Pittsburg
Dispatch correspondent says: One Sun
day morning I started with some gentlo
mcn on a long horseback ride. They
wore wide sombreros, and Ia little round
cap which had no brim. The longer we
rode the more peculiar my head felt, and
when we stopped at a fonda for some
refreshments I becamo deadly sick and
iincoußCioua. There was no doctor within
thirty miles of us, so they did what they
could iu their fright to help me. I knew
in a moment what had done it—the warm
sun. The instant I stepped into the
shade a chill ran over me, and I fell. By
putting wot cloths on my bead and
making a curtain around my cap with a
handkerchief, I managed to reach homo.
After I was again able to ride I bought
a large straw sombrero, and when we
were going to start I requested one of
the gentlemen to wear a small stiff liat.
He, not knowing my motive, wonder
ingiy obeyed, and before wo had gone
half the distance I had ridden the former
day he stopped and said he would go no
further, as ho felt so strangely sick he
must get into the shade. He believed
he was poisoned. I knew what was
wrong, and I followed him into the
shade and saw him faint and behave liko
I did the previous day. I had spoiled our
ride, for we immediately returned home,
but I led.
The broad sombreros shade and pro
tect the spinal cord, and that keeps one
from taking a sunstroke, if you expose
the spinal cord to the sun it is going to
make you sick, if nothing worse. The
poor people who are out all the day do
not take sunstrokes, because they wear
sombreros. The man who wears the
stiff or high silk hat does not go out in
the heat of tho day, and when he does
he carries an umbrella, which docs him
the same service. The Mexican woman
likewise never goes out in tho day, except
mornings and evenings, when sho carries
a parasol, and the poor Indiau woman at
her work cither wears a large hat or a
rebozo over her head, which also protects
the spinal cord. So. to my mind, I have
proved that if one shades the spinal cord
they need have no fear of the sun.
Beecher's Sermon for One.
Beecher and Talmage are the most
unaffected of men in their personal inter
course. I chanced to see them together
at the office of a publisher who contem
plated a joint issue of their sermons.
“Hello, old fellow,” said Beecher,
“how are you?”
“First rate,” responded Talmage,
grasping the extended hand, “and how
do you feel?”
“Like living ten years to preach youi
funeral sermon.”
Then they sat down for a chat, and
were as jolly as schoolboys. Beccber
and Talmage are favorites with newspaper
reporters, because they give news frankly
when they they wish to, refuse politely
when they don't, and never put on airs.
Beecher is particularly conscientious in
his intercourse with reporters. Quick to
detect and resent any unfairness or trick
ery, he will go to great length to oblige
a square man. Here is a small instance
of his good nature: A young reporter
overslept one Sunday morning, and so
missed the Plymouth church sermon
which he had been assigned to summa
rize. He went perturbedly to Beecher's
house and asked to sec the manuscript.
There waa none other than a few wordt
on a card. “But I’ll help you out if you
want no more than half a column,’' said
Beecher; “get your pencil and papet
rea<ly,” and passing his hand across his
brow us though to stir up his memory,
he began to preach the discourse in con
densed hut animated form. That war
probably tho only sermon that he over de
livered to an audience of one.—A'ets York
loiter.
Wealth may not bring happiness to s
man, but it can do a (.ood deal toward
hosting it along in bit direction.
cAaitf ‘i rattler.
OHE DOLLAR Par b Advaaes.
NBYBR MIND.
Novar mind if your clothing is threadbare
and worn.
And the colors beginning to fade;
Such trifle* are easier by for to be borne i
Than the thought of a bill to be paid;
For debt is a master relentless and grim,
He grants yon no rest or repose;
If once you are sold into bondage to him,
No pencil can picture your woes.
Never mind if your neighbors wonder an,
guess
Over things you don’t ohoose to make
known,
i Your motives and actions would trouble
them leas
If they would attend to their own.
There’s naught to require one to make his
affaire
Of neighborhood gossip the theme;
If a man breaks no laws, what he eats, drinks
and wears,
Is his own special business ’twould seem.
Never mind, let the world move along as it
will,
Life’s changes are certain we know;
And the mar. that’s to-day at the top of the
hill
May soon grope in the valley below.
Live rightly, and slander and gossip will faff
To harm you, and soen you will find
That the very best armor whene'er they
assail
Is to say from the heart; “Nevermind!”
—Palmer (Mass.) Journal.
PITH AND POINT. ,
A man who always cute an acquaint
ance—The barber.
It requires a million year* to form a
coal-bed 100 feet thi*,' and yet people
complain about the price.— Puck.
A tired speculator say* he finds
■othing increases now except the young
men’s trousers.— Boston Bulletin.
A poet says: “I listen for the coming
of hi* feet. ” We suspect the girl’s father
doesn’t tackle to him kindly.—Norris
town Herald.
A naturalist has discovered that the
toad is just a* musical as the frog. This
destroy* what little musical reputation
the toad ever had.— Minneapolis Tribune.
“What are chilled plows, papal” asked
the little eon of an agricultural professor.
“Oh, my son,” was the wise reply,
“they are plows which have stood out
in the furrow all winter."— Boston Budget.
Scene. Night—Mrs. Jenkins—“Do get
up,Henry,and hold this child." Jeftkins
—“Not much ;we have just decided that
eight hours per night should constitute a
night’s work—that’s the kind of a union
man I am.”— Rambler.
Mamie—“Mamma, I had the funniest
dream last night. I actually dreamed
about Thomas, the new coachman.” Fond
Mother—“ Henry, my lore, I wish you
would discharge Thomas at once. He is
getting entirely too familiar. The idea
of his allowing Mamie to dream about
him. Such an insult I”— The Rambler.
The other morning at the Tombs, be
fore one of our most courteous police
justices, a war of words waxed hot and
furious between two distinguished law
yers of that locality. “Sir,” said one, in
a vigorous aside, “you are a liar.” “Sir,"
responded the other, “you are a fool.”
“Gentlemen, gentlemen,” entreated the
courteous judge, “you will kindly address
your observations to the court. — New
York Bun.
WORDS OF WISDOM.
Without hearts there is no home.
Cultivate steadfast patience in waiting
hours.
Be ever gentle with the children Qod
has given you.
The greatest of fools is he who imposes
upon himself .
Oh, blessed health 1 thou art above all
gold and treasure.
The chief, if sot the only, spur to hu
man industry is uneasiness.
We can only live noble lives by acting
nobly on every occasion.
Study rather to fill your mind than
your coffers, knowing that gold and sil
ver were originally mingled with dirt,
until avarice or ambition parted them.
Sloth makes all things difficult, but
industry all easy; and be that rises late
must trot all day, and scarce overtake
his business at night; while Laziness
travels so slowly that Poverty soon over
takes kim.
Crawling into a Rabbit-Hole.
I was in Hood’s corps, under command
of Johnston, in Georgia, when the follow
ing event occurred, and notwithstanding
that we were engaged in fighting it made
all laugh who saw it. It was at New
Hope Church, where we had thrown up
temporary breastworks, and slept in the
trenches upon our arms. During the
night we were aroused from our slumber
by what we believed a tremendous dis
charge of musketry and roaring of cannon
at our immediate front. The blaze of the
enemy’s guns made the woods look like
one unbroken sheet of flame. Minnie
balls, grape, and canister shells were
whistling through the air and bursting
everywhere, cutting down the timber
and producing a havoc and confusion
that cannot be described.
At this time one of our boys had taken
refuge behind a large hollow tree, out of
which a rabbit had been chopped, and
behind him six others had-also taken,
shelter, standing with their hands each
one upon the shoulders of the one in
front of him. Whenever a shell burst in.
the neighborhood of these boys the front
one would try with all his might to crnwl
into that hollow tree, and the roar boys
would swerve and veer like a comet’s
tail or the left wing of a regiment.
We laughed at these poor boys’ antics
afterward until the cruel war was over.
Aud, after all, the fight wish false iilnrm.
The Feberals thought that we had
charged their lines, and we that they had
charged ours. Soon the firing < eased
and we were again sleeping in (ho
trenches. Such is war and the alarms of
war. Of course we were hardly civil in
laughing at theoonduct of our comrades,
but then, you know, a laugh is no.re
spocter cf persons, etc. The most laugh
sole part of the whole e> isde wus th
fact that the tree was really a source of
danger bad a shell struck it, as it would
have knocked it all to piece#.— Chicago
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