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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 CENTRAL HOTEL! EHijay, Georgia. In tlic special popular resort for cunmareia mrn and tourists of all kind, and is the genei al house for prompt attention, elegant rooms and ara second to none, in this place. Reasonable rales. Mrs. M. V. Teem will give her personal a noi t> : nasti in tht diniag halt. ly 1 4 Young men Who wish a Thorough preparation fo i Business, will find superior advantages at MOORE’S BUSINESS UNIVERSITY ATLANTA, GA. The largest and best Practical Business School in the South. can enter at anj 1 ’ rrie - for circulars. T -THE iiAWRENGE PURE LINSEED OIL n MIXED BUNTS READY FOR USE. The Best Paint Hade. Guaranteed to contain no water, benzine, b.ryte., chemicals, rubber, aebestos, rosin, gloss oii, or otber similar adulterations. A full guarantee on every peekage and directions for use, so that any w* • practical painter can us# it Hsndsoms sample cards, showing ®* beautiful shades, mailed free on ssttrsa. a st w. W. UWRER6E I 80., "WtIUHOH, PA THE ELLIJAY COURIER. J. |E AURANTII Mott of the diseases which afflict mankind are origin ally caused by a disordered condition of the LIV ER . For all complaints of thiß kind, such as Torpidity of the Liver, Biliousness, Nervous Dyspepsia, Indiges tion, Irregularity of the Bowels, Constipation, Flatu lency, Eructations and Burning of the Stomach (sometimes called Heartburn), Miasma, Malaria, Bloody Flux, Chills and Fever, Breakbone Fever, Exhaustion before or after Fevers, Chronic Diar rhoea. Loea of Appetite, Headache, Foul Breath, Irregularities incidental to Females. Bearing-down achejfco., Ac, SIADIGER’S AUBINTII Is Invaluable. It is not a panacea for all diseases, bu n CURE a " diseases of tho LIVER, will yidllSi STOMACH and BOWELS? It changes the complexion from a waxy, yellow tinge, to a ruddy, health; color. It entirely remore* low. gloomy spirits. It is one of the BEST AL TERATIVES and PURIFIERS OF THE BLOOD, and Is A VALUABLE TONIC. STAOICER’S AURANTII For sale by mil Druggists. Price SI.OO per bottle. C.F.STADICER, Proprietor, •40 so. FRONT ST.,' Philadelphia, Pa. FIRST GLASS—Grocers Keep It. This oh I Id la clean And sweet, I ween. As any Queen You've ever seen. Were washed with ELECTRIC LIGHT SOAP Without Rubbing. First Class Housekeeper* use it Ist. Washing clothes In the nsnal manner is decidedly hard work; 11 wears yon out and the clothes too. 2d. Try a better plan anil Invest five cents In a bar or ELECTRIC LIGHT SOAP. Saves Time, Labst Money, Fuel and Clothes. Use as dl rectcd on the wrapper of each bar. ORDERS SOLICITED. ATKINS SOAP CO. INDIANAPOLIS. IND. Automatic Sewing Machine Cos. 72 West 23d St., New York, N.r. J We invite special at tention to our New Patent Automatic Ten lSr ASKS; BION Machinb - making /iVfi precisely tho same stitch TT (Jyjyy as the Wilcox & Gibbs, •tL _ and yet, if not preferred " J> the Wilcox & Gibbs Tension Ma- Ichine, can be returned qL any time within 30 days and money refunded. But what is more remarkable still, we never knew a woman willing to do her own family sewing on a shuttle machine after having tried our New Patent AUTOMATIC. Even Shoe Manufacturers find it best suited to their work—its elastic seams are more durable. Truly Automatic Sewing Machines are fast superseding shuttle machines, and it is no use to deuy it. Truth is mighty and does prevail. Shuttle Machines have seen their best days. Send for Circular . Correspondence solicited. 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 Mpr. NO. 22