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VOL. XI.
ELLIJAY COURIER
PUBLISHED EVERT THURSDAY
—BY—
COLEMAN ft KIRBY.
Office in the Court House
' GEN ERALDIRECTORY.
Superior Court meets SJ Monday in
May and 2d Monday in October.
county omcm
J. C. Alien, Ordinary,
I- T. W. Craigo, Clerk Superior Court,
H. M. Bramlett, Sheriff,
J. H. Sharp, Tax Receiver,
G. W. Gates, Tax Collector,
Jag. M. West, Surveyor,
G. W. Rice, Coroner,
W. F. Hill, School Commissioner.
The County Board of Education meet*
at Ellijay the Ist Tuesday in January,
April, July and October.
Hon. James B. Brown, Judge.
George F. Gober, Solicitor General.
COUNTY COURT.
Hon. Thomas F. Greer, Judge.
Meets 3d Monday in each month.
Court of Ordinary meets first Monday
in each month.
TOWN COUNCIL.
E. W. Coleman, Intendant.
L. B. Greer, 1
}}'FP’ T [- Commissioners.
L. P. Cobb, Jr. |
T. .1. Long, J
M. T. Dooly, Marshall.
RELIGIOUS SERVICES.
Methodist Episcopal Church, South—
every 4th Sunday, and Saturday before,
Itev. C. M. Ledbetter.
Baptist Church—Every 2nd Saturday
and Sunday, by Rev. E. B. Shope.
Methodist Episcopal Church—Ever.
Ist Saturday and Sunday, by Rev. R
H. Robb.
FRATERNAL 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. F. Hipp, J. W.
R. Z. Roberts, Treas.
T. W. Craigo, Sec.
AV. AV. Roberts, Tyler.
T. B. Kirby, S, D.
H. M. Bramlett, J. D.
DR. J. R. JOHNSON,
Physician and Surgeon
ELLIJAY, GEORGIA.
Tenders his professional services to the
people of Gilmer and surrounding coun
ties and asks the support of his friends as
heretofore. All calls promptly* filled.
E~ W . COLE MAN,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
ELLIJAY, aA.
Will practice in Bins Ridge Circuit, County
Court Juatico Court of Gilmer County. Legal
bueincßs solicited. ‘‘Promptness” is our motto.
DB.J.S. TMERSIEY.
Physician and Surgeon,
TencVrs his professional services to the citi
fens of Ellijay, Gilmer and surrounding conn
ties. All calls promptly attend 'd to. Office
upstairs over tlio firm of Cobb & Son.
HI FE WALDO THORNTON, D.D.S.
DENTIST,
Calhoun, Ga.
AVill visit Ellijay and Morganton at
both the Spriug 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. fmavil-lv
Young men
Who wish a Thorough preparation foi
Business, will fiud superior advantages at
MOORE’S BUSINESS UNIVERSITY
AiLANI’A, GA.
The largest and beßt Practical Business Schoo
in the South. can enter at any
time. for circulars.
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—THE—
Favorite and Popular Resort oj
NORTH GEORGIA!
Is situated 6 miles north of Ellijay on
the Marietta & North Georgia Railroad.
Accommodations complete, facilities for
ease and comfort unexcelled, and the
magnificent Minetal Springs is its chief
attraction. For other particulars on
board, etc., address.
Mrs. AY. F. Robertson,
Ellijay, Ga.
CENTRAL HOTEL!
Ellijay, Georgia.
In the special popular resort for commercial
men and tourists of all kind, and is the general
house for prompt attention, elegant rooms snd
sre second to none, in this plsce. Seasonable
rates.
Mrs. H. V. Teem will give her personal at
tentinn to gaeats in the d.ning hall. 1-14
Mountain View Hotel!
ELLIJAY, GA.
This Hotel is now fitted up in excel
lent order, and is open for the reception
of guests, under competent management.
Every possible effort will be made ts
make the Mountain View the most popu
lar Hotel in Ellijsy. Accommodations is
e very department flwLclsa*. Lively, salt
snd feed stablai hrcpnnection with hotel.
Guests tnuuderefl to and from all trahu
tm of tfertf*- IMiy
THE ELLIJAY COURIER
IN Ab l DM.
A fairer face than are did fancy frame
Tome in day-dre am* on the gracious queens.
AYho reign o'er nobl a realms of song and ferae
Sweeter the sight than all imagined scenes,
As she sto-d stately in an autumn field.
Her golden ringlets dancing o'er her brow
As sunlight plays about a burnished shield.
The forest spread about her and each bough
Showered its hundred colors at her feet,
A leaf, blcod-red, lay in her dainty hand,
And from the lips of lily-mcld. a sweet
And mellow strain of music filled the land,
U hile o'er the hills the floods of sunset came,
And all the mighty AYest was rod with
flame.
—John IK. Dafoe, In the Current.
A MYSTERIOUS CLOCK
BY J. A. TRUESDELL.
It was not until father’s patience had
teamed to be a j olite virtue that Fred
and I decided to carry out our plan.
lie had said ap many times at breakfast,
just as he laid down the carving-knife
and fork, after waiting on us all:
“Flora, my daughter, 10 o’clock is late
enough for any young man to stay on an
evening call.”
And Flora had as often looked u im
ploringly. her pretty face on fire', and
said: “AVhy, papa, how can I help it?”
To this defensive inquiry father would
not deign to reply, while mother, Aunt
Elizabeth and we boys maintained a pio
found silence, each doubtless pondering
how the difficu t question might be
solved.
Roger Pettijohn was a sophomore in
the college town in which we lived. He
“'ed his class.” was the son of his father,
Judge Pettijohn, a r :d a general favorite
witli the young people. Fred and I
rather lined him; his boats were always
at our service, and it was one of our
choicest pleasures to spend an hour in
the study which he had fitted up in one
of the college dormitories, to “be with
the boys. ’ There was no end of curious
things there, for Roger was not a mere
“dig, 1 ' b„t an enthusiastic studeut of
natur e, and a famous good pitcher ia the
col’ege nine. Besides a well-stocked
aquarium and a large collection of stuffed
birds, his room.was decked out with
fencing foils "stent oars.boxing-gloves,
a fine pair; „ e nt him from
Texas, and a good many things that
would inteiest boys.
Rut the one drawback to our enjoy
ment of Roger Pettijohn was that he
came to see our sister Flora not less than
three evenings in a week, and the town
cloc.c usually struck 11 ns lie went whis
tling homeward. Not ti nt we hoys or
the h usehold were at all put out by hi-s
calls. AA'e never heard anything from
the parlor, save the subdued murmur of
talking or reading, and now and then
the melodious (cnes of piano or flute.
But it was oue of our little domestic se
crets that Flora was working for the
valedictory in her class at the Acadeiffy’
and we all knew she could take it if she
could get time to study at homo. But,
with ail the numberless housekeeping
duties which took upon herself
there was often not much of a study hour
left her. So Roger Pettijohn’s cal’s, en
joyable as they might be, were not so
cordially thought of or mentioned in the
family circle j s they would have been
had they been fewer or shorter.
, All this accounts for the plan which
Fred and I determined to carry out.
AVe said that Mr. Roger Pettijohn
should be made aware of the flight of
time, if such a thing were possible.
It was several days before wc hit upon
a scheme that suited us. Any number
of rude jokes that might easily bo
worked out came into our minds; but we
were not sure that we should enjoy rude
jokes ourselves.
One day at school Fred looked up from
his algebra with a peculiar grin. In a
few minutes I saw a note working its
way from desk to desk toward me. At
last it came, and I eagerly opened it al
most in plain sight of the Argus-eyed Mr.
AVinter, who, we thought, spent more
of his time in prohibiting “evil commu
nications,” than in explaining equations
and construing our difficult Latin sen
tences.
Fred's note was as follows:
“I’ve got it! You know the old clock*
Well, I’ll make it strike P. so hard he’li un
derstand. Don’t forget it. More later.
I hardly understood; but I gnve my
consent without hesitation to Fred’s plan,
whatever it might be; for he had what
,we boys call “a long head and a safe
heel.”
Among the treasures in our workshop
was a worn-out clock. The old time
piece had come down from another
generation, and had been in its day
quite valuable; but in the days when
Roger Pettijohn came to see our sister
Flora, an_ old-fa3hioned, tall clock was
not so highly prized as now. Bric-a
brac hunting was an unknown mania,
and a cl sek that would not tell the time
of day, no matter how ancient and hon
orable its history, was well out of the
way iu a boy’s workshop.
This old clock Fred and I had taken
to pieces and put together again times
without number, in the hope of making
it keep time so that we could put it in
our room, ; ometimes it would go nicely
for several hours, and then some unlucky
pinion would slip its place, the pendu
lum would slowly come to a standstill,
and the piteous, patient-looking old face
would stare at us as if in blank disap
pointment at being left behind in the
march of time. But, worn out and use
less as it was as a time-keeper, it could
strike as loudly ad boldly as in its
younger days; "and wc had n6 small
amount of fun in turning the wheels so
as to hear its silvery ring and asthmatic
wheeze.
After school we discus-ed Fred’s plau
thoroughly and enthusiastically. It is
doubtful if we enjoyed its fruition more
than we did talking it over, and eagerly
adding suggestion after suggestion unnil
it was, in our estimation, perfect.
“The plan is just this, Jamie,” said
Fred. ''“Take the works out of thecasc,
fasten them in the fireplace, put a long,
stout string on in place of the striking
weight cord, wind the reel on the strik
ing side as full as we can, then pass the
liue up over a pulley at the top of the
chimney, and put on the weight. The
old thing will strike as long as it take*
the weight to run down.”
It took some time to get everything
ready. No spy was ever more secret or
cautious in hi* movements than we. We
never talked of our plans where any one
could hear. In the workshop, with doors
tbut ted locked, or it üßdowa, driving
"A MAP 09 BUST utb-its FLUCTUATIONS Am its vast concerns.••
ELLIJAY. GA.. THURSDAY, DECEMBER 9. 1880.
nmne the cows fiom the pasture lot, or
at night, buried in the bed-clothes we
discussed it.
The preparations, too, had to be made
in the night. AVe nearly broke out
necks climbing out on the roof night
after night to arrange our “crack o’
doom,” ns Fred called it. Nailing the
works of the clock in the parlor fireplace
required all our skill in amateur burglary.
But we managed to accomplish the task
although I was shut up behind the tire,
board half the night, and Fred sprained
his ankle, jumping out of the window
when mother came into the room after a
book.
At last all was ready. By meaus of a
string which one of us could pull from
the kitchen (where a ladder was to
furnish a safe retreat to terra firms), a
shingle, holding the weight at the top of
tho chimney, would be jerked out; and
as tho weight began to fall the clock
would begin to st ike.
The next thing was to get the oppor
tunity to put our scheme in operation.
Strangely, Mr. Pettijohn’s skillful feat
of pulling our door bell just so as to
cause the Dell to ring out three distinct
tap* and no more, was not performed for
a full week. Fred and I were in mortal
dread cverd day that our preparations
would be discovered. Any day father
might take a notion to clean out the
parlor fireplace and tbe chimney. Fortu
nately he did not, and Mr. Roger’s
peculiar ring at die door-bell at last
pealed on oars that were most intently
J li-tening for that welcome sound.
AVe boys slipped out of the kitchen,
where we had been engaged in a fierce
debate with Aunt Elisabeth on a prop >-
sition to keep our pet chickens in the
cellar next winter instead of in the barn.
Our first impulse was to plant ourselves
in position qn the roof of the kitchen
ready to pull the string. On second
thought we reflected that our intended I
victim would probably spend the even
ing, and we concluded to make the best
of our situation hr waiting until wo
thought he ought to be getting ready to
depart. The better to ward off suspicion
we spent thfi *evening several blocks
away, with some of our boy friends.
As we approached the house, a little
before ten o'clock, we saw the light
i streaming from the parlor window, and
knew our prey was still there.
I took my place at the string, trem
bling with expectation of the critical
moment,when Fred, who had stationed
himself in the lilac bushes under the
south window of the parlor, should give
me the signal by throwing a pTbble on
(he kitchen roof.
Time, always slow when waited, was
' never so slow, it seamed, as during the
j full hour I waited for the thud oi that
pebble on the roof. The night train
I came thundering up the valley while 1
sat ther.e, and I counted echo after echo
of the shrill whistle of its locomotive,
and traced its snake-like line of light un
til it wound around a dislant hill and
was out of sight How the doge barked
that night! I busied myself iu dfstin
guishing the score or more of canine,
voices whose nightly bayings were famil
iar in our neighborhood. Now and then
old Boze, our family horse, would shake
himself in his stall and munch his pro
vender for a moment or two, and then
cease to make a living sound. A long
story could be told of the pictures that
! were called before my mindhy tho noises
i I heard iu that single hour.
Suddenly, in the midst of one of these
j mental pictures, Fred's pebble foil, strik
! ing me so that I pul ed the string with
out a thought of what I was doing.
, Hurrying down the ladder, I found
i Fred in the lilacs.
The old clock was striking with a ner
i vous staccato that fairly made us dance
I for joy. It had then struck up to eleven.
Fred had given, the signal just as the sit
: ting-room clock began to strike.
Flora and her caller were engaged in
a duet, she at the piano and he with his
j flute. As long as the music lasted we
hardly expected they would be disturbed
by the clock.
For several minute* piano, flute and
and clock kept up the peculiar trio, we
boys enjoying it with gigantic grins and
frequent chuckles. Through & fold of
: tho window-curtain we could see the
faces of our victims.
“Hal” whispered Fred, “Flo hears
it! See! She thinks something’s wrong
with the music.”
The players kept on a few minutes
longer, -when suddenly Flora stopped.
The fllute and the clock now had it alone
for a moment, and then the sound of the
clock was left master of tho situation.
AVe were where we could see Roger’s
face plainly. The puzzled expression that
passed over it and lingered a moment
was indescribable. Flora had not moved
from her place, and sat, with one hand
uplifted from the piano keys, listening
intently and wonderinglv to the mcas
; ured striking, wh'ch now' seemed louder
than ever. Theu we saw Roger’s lips
move, and Flora turned blushing and
said something which, of cours", we
could not hear. AVhatever it was, they
did not seem to understand each other
any better than we did.
All of a sudden both faces turned
toward the sitting room door. Father
was coming 1 In a moment he was in the
room, in his dressing-gown, and holding
a lamp, as if he had been searching the
house over for the cause of this unseemly
disturbance. AVhat he said we did not
hear. It must have been something se
vere; for Flora blushed redder than
ever, and a desperate gleam came into
Roger's eyes.
Fred and I began to realize that we
were in something of a scrape. But we
were bound to en joy it while we could,
and we managed with a sharpened stick
to pry up the window so we could hear
what was going on.
“AVhat on earth docs this mean,
Flora? - ’shouted father.
Boor Flora had buried her blushes in
her hands, and gave no Answer.
Father looked from Flora to Roger
and back to Flora again, and said, louder
than before:
‘•I want an answer; what does this all
mean?”
“Oh, father!” cried Flora. “I don’t
really know, unless the sitting-room
clock is bewitched.”
“I have stopped every clock in the
house,” replied father, in stentorian
tones.
Roger s face turned white and red bv
turns; but he did not attempt to say
anything. Father turned to him:
“Mr. Pettijohn, can you tell me what
this unearthly din in my house at nearly
midnight mean*?’’
Roger bed disjointed hi* 'utt, Md
laid each bright silver section carefully
in it* place in the ebony box which lie
had himself made for it. At father fin
ished his question. Roger (napped dowi
tho cover of the box, ana rctorte-l
ttiffly:
“If you allude to tbe duct which Mis*
Flora and I have been practicing, I must
at least thauk you for at much of yout
compliment as includes luyself. If von
allude to the misfortune which seems to
hare overtaken tdKff mock, excuse me it
I tell you that you or some of your house
hold know more about that than Id >.
I wish you a very good evening. Mr.
Shaw. Good evening. Miss Shaw.”
And the wrathful Mr. Pettijohn turned
on his heel, and a moment Inter the front
door shut behind him with no uncertain
sound.
“ ‘Miss Shaw’’” I whispered to Fred.
“That’s murderous! He’s fearful mad,
or he never would say Shaw' 1”
Roger did not whisue a* he walked
briskly down the gravel path. .AVecould
just see his form as he passed in the dark
ness.
AVhen we looked agAu . into the parlor,
Aunt Elizabeth, prim and straight, in
her morning wrapper candle in hand,
and her eyes snapping and gleaming like
a cats’s back in the dark, stood between
father and Flora, looking inquiringly
from one to the other. Mother had also
come into the room, her face the pictutc
of bewilderment and despair.
We thought it was time to draw the
curtain on our joke. We carefully low
ered the window, and taking a last look
at the distressful, tableau, hurried into
the kitchen, twitchecToff our boots, and
hastened up stairs. In a minute we
were well abed. The clock was striking
as we dropped off to sleep.
Our experiences next morning do not
need to be described. Wo were found
out, of course. Flora wore an injured
air for a week. Father was stern, but
we half suspe.tcd that ho indirectly ap
proved our course. Roger Pettijohu's
ring did not disturb our door bell for
months.
AVhen it was certain that Flora had
vanquished all competitors for the head
of her class, Fred and I managed to let
him know how “misfortune” came upon
our clock. Wc put the works back into
the case, and with proper i eremony made
him a present of it, and it was given ail
honored place in his room. When at the
academy c.oinmcncment Flora bore off
the valedictory, her largest bouquet had
Roger’*card neatly attached with a blue
ribbon.
The funnioit part of the affair was
that when tho clock began to strike on
that memorable evening, Aunt Elizabeth
began countiug the strokes, according
to her invariable habit, and, although
she went down into the parlor and re
turned to her room after half an hour,she
averred that she bad counted every
stroke, and that the clock struck exactly
nine hund:ed nnd ninety-six times. Nine
hundred and ninety-fix o’clock became
a family by-word.— Argonaut.
Wealth In Waste.
A peculiar class of book hunters haunt
the large junk shops in search of rare or
odd books nnd the popular monthly
magazines. These genteel chiffouieres,
if they may be called such, occasionally
strike valuable finds in old literature,
which costs them at the rate of 6 cents
per pound. Another class of buyers look
up the monthly parts of magazines, and
upon completing the set dispose of them,
usually to the Cornhill second-hand
book-stores. These buyers often tackle
i a pilo of old paper stuff that keeps them
I busy for a week or longer, and it is of
! ten tho case that their lab>r is unre
j warded. Tho law of compensation seems
to be a factor in the old junk business,
1 for many people get a good living from
■ other people’s waste, and some even get
’ rich out of it. Even the old tin cans,
which were formerly condemned as use-
I less, and millions of which have been
i planted in the creation of the Back bay
district of Boston, arc now utilized, and
the metal sheet made from them can be
japanned, or tinnei, or galvanized, or
treated in any way that the material
mads from the original ore is treated.
Out of the iron are made buttons, shoe
lace ends, show cards, telephones, electric
lights and letter boxes, small ware, etc.
There are parties in Boston who make
the collection of old tin, tin cuttings and
old tm cans a regular business, ana make
money out of it. The material is sent to
; New York, whe re it is utilized. So the
utilization of tin-plate cuttings and the
recovery of the tin has grown out of the
i same channel of scientific thought and
experiment that long ago took the rags
from the dunghill and converted them
into sheets of paper. —Bouton Herald.
South African Gold Discoveries.
The gold fever that has laid hold upon
i South Africa threatens to rival in its heat
and intensity the earlier davs of the Aus
tralian and Californian gold fields. Every
- mail brings the news of fresh “ru-dies.’
In addition to the established fields of
the Transvaal, gold appeals to have been
found at Witwatersrand and in the Hei
delberg and AVaterberg districts of that
Repub ic. Discoveries are also reported
in the reserve territory of Zululand near
the Natal border, in distant Amaswazi
land (a native State east of the Trans
vaal now being slowly “eaten up” by
the Boer), in the Kuysna district of the
Cape Colony, and even in the Orange
free State. "Such ti'luring miners’ names
as “Queen of Sheba Roof,” “The AVlieel
of Fortune,” and othe:s, are upon the
tongues of every one, and speculation
grows rampant. It is to be said, to the
credit of South African newspapers, that
they arc warning their neighbors to ex
ercise caution. It is pointed out that of
six thousand people now in the Trans
vaal gold fields only a small proportion
are earning wages, aud many will return
to die of starvation on the road. It is a
characteristic of South African gold that
it is usually found in quartz reef, and
powerful crushing machinery is there
fore demanded for its extraction. The
new fields consequently arc not likely to
afford great facilities to the small digger
who works his own claim.— St. James's
Gazette.
Ere, Midnight and Next Day.
The small boy, with complacent mien.
At twilight eats the apple green.
The doctor pours, at midnight dim,
Jamaica ginger into him.
He van, while iu tbe colic’s power,
No more green apples he'll devour.
Next day, recovered from hi* pain,
He bankers for the fruit again-!
—CA’iW.rtoum JCntsrpr fig
BUDGET OF FUN.
HUMOROUM SKETCH KM FKOM
VARIOUS SOURCES.
Mutual—“ Families Supplied’’—About
an Kvrn Thing—Positively I>lb-
Itoiieet—Ho Drew the Lino
—An Hour of Terror.
Billings (meeting Baxter, who is walk
ing rapidly along the street) —“Hellon,
Baxter, why this rush:”
Baxter—“l am walking fast to keep
that fellow Staggs from catching up with
me. He’s an awful bore, go long.”
Billiugs (meeting Staggs who is walk
ing slowly)—"Helloa. old fellow, why
are you poking along this way?”
Staggs—“To keep from catching up
with that fellow Baxter. He’s the worst
bore in town.” —Arkansaie Traveler.
Families Supplied. 4
‘‘Do you sec that sign across tbe street,
the sign over the grocery store reading
‘Families Supplied ?’” said a vermillion
beaked tramp to his mate.
“A’es, wot about it ?”
“Bill went in there yesterday and he
asked the man to make good hit sign or
take it in.”
•‘AA hat d’ye mean ?”
“The grocer's advertising ‘Families
Supplied,’and Bill laid down a nickle
and said he would take a wife and two
children. He said he was tired of work
and wanted someone to take care of him. ”
Carl foetid.
About, an Kven Thing.
A Detroiter who was working across
one of the Northern countries with a
liorso and buggy this summer met a far
mer on foot and asked him how far it
was to Greenvillle.
“Which one?” was the query after
half a minute spent in reflection.
“Why, I didn’t know that there was
but one Greenville.”
“Didn’t you? There’s one in South
Carolina, a second in Kansas, a third in
Ohio and a fourth in lowa. Which one
do you want to go to;”
“The nearest one.”
“Well, that’s about seven miles off.
Next time you inquire for Greenville
you’d better mimo the State. Got auy
tobacco?"
“Which tobacco do you want?”
“AVhy, 1 didn't know as there was
moro’n one tobacco.”
“Oh, yes there is. There's plug to
bacco, tine-cut, shorts and smoking.
Which did you want i”
“AVall, I'll take plug.”
“I haven’t got any. Next time you
inquire for tobacco you'd better mention
the kind.”
Tho two looked each other over for a
minute and then separated for life.—
Detroit Free Press.
lively Dishonest.
The following story, illustrative of the
honesty of the border Amorican and the
Mexican, is said to be true. It was re
lated to the writer by a well-known
printer, who declares that it has, not
withstanding its truthfulness, never
been published. This explanation is
nocessary in order to protect the writer
against the probable charge of “chest
nutism.”
An'American ranchmnnhad employed
a Mexican herder. Tho American owed
the Mexican $OO, and as money was not
very plentiful with him, began to devise
me ins of a cheaper settlement. One
evening while the two mon were in the
kitchen the American took down a coffee
mill and said: “This is the most won
derful machine in the world. It was re
cently invented in the United States, and
is valued at $lOO. See here? Instead of
having to crush your coffee with n stone,
you put it in this way and grind it up.
I nevi r saw anything like it. Oid man
Jones over here wants it so bad he don’t
know what to do. Offered me $lOO for
it, but I would not accept the offer.”
The Mexican listened attentively, but
assumed an air of indifference. The
American left the mill on -a shelf. Whcu
he'got up the next morning he found
that the Mexican arpl the coffee mill had
disappeared.
“You can’t place any confidence in the
honesty of a Mexican," said he. “That
fellow was positively dishonest.”—Ar
lcanuiie Traveler.
He Drew the Line.
“Well, Charley, I hear you don't call
on Miss .1 ones any more,”
“So, I’ve quit.”
“What’s the mutter? Did she go back
on you.”
That wasn't it. The luxury
was becoming too expensive.”
“Expensive! I thought Miss Jones
was a model girl, never ate ico cream,
oysters or anything of that kind.”
“She doesn't. It was the dog thnt
made it so expensive.”
“The dog!”
“Ye . lie kept me all the time paying ’
tailor bills. I had to wear a Prince A1
belt coat and fasten the tails together ut
the bottom. I tried pin i once but never
aga n. I kept them, sewed after that,
but it spoilt tiic fit of the coat and made
me look like a balloon getting ready for
an ascension. I would have sacrificed
much for that dear girl, but I can wear
oi.t trousers enough on my own account
without ca’ling in the as i tancc of a
pug-no c-d canine that i- two-thirds teeth.”
—Merchant Traeeler.
Ail Hour of Terror.
When 1 e had been tlierc one week the
keeper said that he was
one of t' e nicest, (juiciest young men
she had ever had in her house, lie had
no complaints to make at the tabic, and
he lc t hit loom so slick and clean that
the chambermaid had suspicions that lie
was a woman in disguise. At the end
of the.month, rather than to have him
go, the landlady would have agreed to
pu chase porterhou e st ak on- e a week,
and to replace the old tug in his room
wth anew one costing fifty cents. Tho
other night, however, her enthusiasm re
ceived a set back. One of the boaiders
came down Muirs and reported that he
hud It aid groans end sighs and curses
from the quiet boarder's room. Three
or four people tip-toed up, and after a
bit they p'ninly caught his words:
•• uch! Hang it! Condemn It to
Halifax, bul it's killing me by inches r'
Then it w as realized th it the quiet man
had some great sorrow on his mind, and
it w a ans{Kctd that he wq> coutemplat
tag filicide.
“Ooh!” he celled out. “great heav
en*, but how I suffer! Why was I such
a fool a* to follow that villain’* ad
vice?"
He had probably taken poison, or was
trying to drivu a darning-needle to hi*
heart. The landlady thought of the
Coroner's inquest, the item in the (wipers
and the questions the reporter* would ,
ask, and she grew frantic.
“Hey, Smith-Mr. Smith—you, Smith 1”
she called, as sh: rapped on the door,
“but what on earth is the matter;”
“Nothing'.” came the solemn answer,
but as she put her car to the key-hole
she heard soft groans, and a whispered
voice saying:
“It’s got to be done at any co>t!'’
“Mr. Smith,” she continued, “don't
yon dare commit suicide in my house!
If you do I’ll have you sent to jail for a
year! * It wasn’t six months ago that a
woman tried to poison herself to death
in that very room, nnd 1 havou’t got
over the fright yet. Say, you
“Well,” came thq faint reply.
“Have you taken poison?”
“No.”
There was an interval of silence while
she put her ear to the key-hole again,
and pretty soen she heard the boarder
gallop up and down and hiss bstwoen
his clenched teeth:
“Great Scots I but was mortal man
ever called upon to suffer as I do? ”
“Say!" she whispered ns she turned
to the boarders, “this door has got to be
broken down without delay. That un
grateful man has taken poison and is de
termined to die on a bed which cost me
over S2O Inst fall, saying nothing of a
second-hand carpet which I traded a
sewing machine for. Mr. Green, kick
open the door! ”
“If Green is there I’ll let him in,” an
nounced Smith, nnd he opened a crevice
just large enough to squeeze iu.
Then came a whispered consultation,
followed by shouts of pain and terror,
and Green came to the door with an ob
ject in his hand mid calmly gnid:
“Ladies and gentlemen, It was simply
a ease of pulling off a porous plaster
which he Lad worn for six weeks.
Please forgive him, for he’ll never do so
again.”— Detroi’ Free Frees.
Chewing the Cnd.
Thomas D. Baird says in the New York
Tribune: Avery large tribe of animals,
ot which sheep and cows are familiar ex
amples, chew the cud. They do so be
eauso their peculiar organs of digestion
require it. They can get their perfect
nourishment in uo other way. They
have, it is said, four stomachs, hut the
statement is not strictly correct, for the
entire digestion is done in a siugleone—
that which is called the fourth—the other
three being only place* for pveparatoiy
work. Their food is swallowed without
being much chewed: the chewing is to
come later. When this partially chewed
food is swallowed it passes directly into
the first stomach, which serves only to
Boak and soften the coarse food. AVhen
the first has done what it can the food
passes out of it into the second, and then
tho cow or sheep is ready to “chew the
cud.”
The second stomach while soaking the
food keeps it in motion, and gradually
rolls it up into masses so that in the
small upper part there is found an ob
long solid lump of the size thnt wc rcc
ognize as the “cud." This tho animal
throws up into the mouth and chews
with evidently as much satisfaction as tbe
same act of mastication gives us when
we put the most delicate morsels be
tween our teeth. When it is sufficently
chewed tho mass is swallowed und its
place taken by another which has been
rolled up in the meantime. But the
“cud” thus mnsticated does not return
to the second stomach from which it
came; it passes smoothly into the third,
a place for additional lubrication, and
then into the fourth, where the true di
gestion begins and ends.
A Virginia Romance.
Here is a story from Nottoway Connty
that will please the most sensational.
Two yenrs ago there dwelt in this county
two individuals. One of the individ
uals was a handsome and prosperous
young farmer; the other was a saucy and
bewitching damsel of eighteen summers.
The farmer was a stern man. The bluest
of old Virgiuia blood coursed through
his veins. He was a prominent member
of the village church. He dwelt in a
fashionable house. He had plenty of
: horses and servants. The young farmet
did not associate with the rest of the vil
lagers. Oh! no; he was too proud fox
that. But mark the change. One year
thereafter he fell in love with a pretty
girl far beneath him in social rank
and position. He pleaded in vain
for her love, but she told him
she loved another. This drove the young
farmer mad, and in a few months he had
to be taken to the Eastern lunatic asylum
at Williamsburg. But the romance did
not end here. The happy and expectant
bride was anxiously awaiting her nuptial
day. which the fates, it will be seen, de
termined to be otherwise. Her sweet
heart was thrown from a horse and in
stantly killed. When the sad news was
conveyed to her she became a raving
maniac. She was also taken to the East
cm lunatic asylum, where she met the
man who had wrecked his physical and
mental capacities on account of her. The
sight of the woman who spurned his love
drove him into such a frenzy that s
straight jacket had to he put upon him,
and the very mention of her name would
throw him into a violent rage. Thus is
life!— Petertbury Index-Appeal.
The Mitten.
(From Motile.)
This little mitt 1 hope wilt fit,
’Tis for your baud intended. It
took me very long to knit, But 1 am
glad to send it You'll wonder why I
sendbutone, And think I acted blind
ly, But one will do the best for you,
And you may thank me kindly. It is
all wool of gned stout yarn. Your yarns
are all un- common, And I am sure
a gladder gift was never sent by
woman: Aud by this mltte i you will
see That you I’ve not forgot on, Aud
when you wear it thiuk of me— It’s
real and not cotton. I hope to
night you will not write, And say
it is un- mated. And think it
only half a gift. And feel but half
elated; But if you find one will
not do, And you can ouly rest
with two, With tinkers
which are deft oner,
I’ll set to work,
Aud aoud to you,
Another mitt—
both left
oues.
-4. Ifi Mtaw, in Fth
OKI DOLLAJt Pw ‘ h Mum.
A WIFE'S LAMENT.
I know a mountain, high and grand
And seem > I with chasms dark and deep
Dark, atom. magnificent: it stands
And guard* the hamlet at its foot.
Through cloud and fog and morning mist,
Unmove 1 by temped, storm or time;
And when tb? sun its brow ha* kissed
It smiles with radiance sublime!
The fertile valley lies below
Clothed in her shimmering summer dim,
And smile* up to the gray, cold rock
That guard*, but stoops not to caress
I know a face, r. kingly face,
That towers high above my own,
An artist's eye, a fu.vn of grace,
A poet s soul- a heart of stone I
He stands unmoved by praise or blame,
With conscious power and mind complete
He lives for labor, art and fame,
Nor heeds the offerings at his feat.
Td give the world were I the sun,
To kies to smile* that haughty face.
And sea thedfghtning glanceof love
Light up those eyes with tender grace
I nestle mutely at his feet,
He shields me from the storms of life,
I bring him offerings pure and sweet,
A worshiping, devoted wife.
But ab! his heart once all my own,
Forgets the gracious tenderness t.
Of bygono days. I sit alone, '
He guards, but stoops not to caress.
—/acinta Jacques, in Omaha World.
PITH AND POINT.
A swell dinner—Dried apples.
Gymnastic table ware—Glass tumblers
A striking expression—“ Hit ’em agin. ”
The eagle is a tough bird, but when
it is put on the back ot a dollar it is legal
tender. — Merchant- Traveler.
Now goes each gentle maiden forth
To gntber autumn leaves; ’ '■
And when she’s stuffed her pocket full *•>
(She crams them up her sleeves.
—Boston Budget.
Tho Scientific American has a very in
teresting article on “Tobacco Blindness,”
but we’ll venture to say that no smoker
was ever so tobacco blind that he could
not see the cigars sticking out of the top
of a companion's vest-pocket.— Puck.
He stuttered,
And muttered:
‘‘For your hand I’m ap ap-pealiug.
She grumbled,
And mumbled:
‘‘l never did like apple-pealing.”
—GoodaWs Sun.
A dog with a tin can attachod to his
tail by a stout cord passed hurriedly down
the street. “Is that dog mad?" asked a
pedestrian. “AVcli,” responded another,
“I caught a glimpse of his countenance
a* he passed by and he didn’t look the
least b.t pleased.
He (trying to get out of it pleasantly)
—“l’m awfully sorry that I must go to
uight, Miss Bessie. What an agreeable
two weeks we’ve had of it. I will go and
ask your father ” (he was going to
say “to harness the horse.”) Sho—“Oh,
William, I knew it would come, and I
asked pa yesterday so as to save you the
trouble. He’s more thau willing.”—
Titl-liits.
Fiddles for Firewood.
When Ole Bull, the renowned violin
ist, was staying in Paris in 1840 he re
turned home late one evening from a
concert, nnd as the night was cold he
ordered his tnsn to make a fire in his
room. Tho .latter dragged toward the
fin p’ace a huge box. on which the word
“Firewood’’ was painted in large letters.
In answer to Ole Bull’s astonished in
quiry the servant told him that the box
bail been delivered that day ut noon by
his master’s orders, as he thought On
being broken open tho box was found to
contain twenty-two violins and the fol
lowing letter: “Great Master: The un
dersigned, being member* of various
amateur philharmonic societies, hereby
declare that they will henceforth cease
to perform on the accompanying instru
ments. The same wood from which Ole
Bull can draw life, love, sorrow, passion
and melody, is only to be regarded as—
fuel for the flames in the hands of the
undersigned, who therefore request the
maestro to make an auto-da-fe of the en
closures, and to iook upon tbe ascending
smoke as incense offered to his genius by
penitent dabblers in the noble art.” This
curiou* epistle bore the signatures of
twenty-two young men. Three days
afteward Ole Bull gave a dinner, to
which he invited all the senders of the
valuable “firewood.” Each guest had
lying before him on-the table one of the
violin* referred to, and by its side a gold
ring with the incription “Solitude and
Perseverance”—a piece of seasonable ad
vice to the faint-hearted dilettante, and
a symbolic indication of the means by
which the virtuoso himself had attained
to fame.— Rundschau.
The Largest Balloon.
The largest balloon ever made is that
of Herr Ganswindt, at Berlin. This
balloon is cigar-shaped, about 100 yards
long by sixteen yards in diameter. The
Ganswindt machine is said to be capa
ble of carrying a load of nearly three
tous aud a half, independently of its car
and steam engines, which together
weigii about twenty-one and a half tons.
Propulsion is effected by means of three
aerial screws; two of these, each eleven
yards in diameter, are vertical, whilst
the other, measuring eight yards in di
ameter. is horizontal. JHerr Ganswindt
affirms that he will be able to attain a
speed of fourteen to sixteen yards per
second, or a mile in less than two min
utes, and that he will be able to travel
in any direction he pleases, even in the
midst of the most violent storms.
The Latest English Puzzle.
The English national mania for puz
zles has broken out agkin, and in spite
of Mr. Gladstone and Home Rule, more
than half the country, including its bel
ligerent political chiefs, is engaged upon
a puzzle which has been launched by Mr.
Barry. No one has as yet succeeded in
finding a solution.
The puzzle is to square the queen aa
under:
gUBEN
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N
The four boriscntal lines beginning
K
• g
w
a>e to te filled up' with English wrd wblca
shall itd vertically at wall,
NO. 39.