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OOLIMiW * KXKBT, Baiters hI Proprietors. 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. WHITE PATH SPRINGS! —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 E E 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.