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ELLIJAY COURIER.
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COLEMAN & KIRBY.
Office in the Court House
gewermToTrectory.
Superior Court meets 3d Monday in
May and 2nd Monday in October.
COUNTY OFFICERS.
J. C. Allen, Ordinary.
T. W. Craigo, Clerk Superior Court.
M. L. Cox, Sheriff.
J. R. Kinciad, Tax Collector.
Locke Langley, Tax Receiver.
Jas. M. West, Surveyor.
G. W. Rice, Coroner.
Court of Ordinary meets Ist Monday
in each month.
TOWN COUNCIL.
E. W. Coleman, Intendant.
L. B. Greer, 1
,T.' RCobMr. \ Commissioners.
T. J. Long, J
M. T. Dooly, Marshall.
RELIGIOUS SERVICES.
Methodist Episcopal Church South—
Every 4th Sunday' and Saturday before,
G. W. Grier.
Baptist Church—Every 2nd Saturday
sn<l Sunday, by Rev. E. B. Shope.
Methodist Episcopal Church—Every
Ist Saturday and Sunday, by Rev. T. G.
Chase.
FRATERNAL RECORD.
Oak Bowery Lodge, No. 81, F. A, M.,
meets Ist Friilav in each month.
L. B. Greer, W. M.
T. H. Tabor, 8. W.
J. W. Hipp, J. W.
R. Z. Roberts, Treasurer.
D. Garren,S ecretary.
W. S. Coleman, S. D.
W. C. Allen, J. D.
S. Garrcn, Tyler.
R. TANARUS, PICKENS,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
ELLIJAY, GEORGIA.
Will practice in all the conrts of Gil
mer and adjoining counties. Estates
and interest in land a specialty. Prompt
attention given to all collections.
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DR. J. R. JOHNSON,
Physiclan and Surges*
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. COLEMAN,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
ELLIJAY, QA.
Will practice in B u• Circuit, County
Court Justice Coin tof tiihnc-r Count j. Legal
business tolicited. •Tioiuptussa" u our motto.
DR. J. S. TANKERSLLY,
Physician Surgeon,
Tend- r* his professional services to the citi
sens of Eilij.ty, Gilmer and surrounding conn
<iea. All calls promptly attend <1 to. Office
opatairs over the firm of Cobb Son.
KI'FE WALDO THORNTON, D.D.S.
DEN'I'IST,
Calhoun, Ga.
Will visit Ellijav and Morganton at
both the Spring and Fall term of the
(Superior Court—and oftener by special
contract, when sufficient work is gnar
anteed to justify me in making the visit.
Address an above. TniAj2L.li
Young men
Who \vi3h a Thorough preparation foi
Business, w ill find superior advantages at
MOORE’S BUSINESS UNIVERSITY
ATLANTA, GA.
The largest and best Practical Business Schoo:
in the South. can enter at an,
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 Mineral Springs is its chief
attraction. For other particulars on
board, etc., address,
Mrs. W. F. Robertson,
Ellijay, Ga.
CENTRAL HOTEL!
Ellijay y Georgia.
In tbe special popular resort for commercial
men and tonrists of all kind, and is the general
house for prompt attention, elegant rooms and
are second to none, in this place. Reasonable
rates.
Mrs. M. V. Teem will giro her personal at
tentlnn to guests in the dining hall. 144
Main View Hotel!
ELLIJAY, QA.
This Hotel is now fitted up in exoel
lent order, and is open for the reception
of guests, under competent management
Every possible effort will be made te
make the Mountain View the most poptir
let Hotel in XlQjay. Accommodations ti
every department first-class. Livery, seh
and feed stabbsteconnection with hotel,
fluents transfer*) to end from all traist
fret of charge. • M lj
THE ELLIJAY COURIER,
THREE VALENTINES.
Whan sbe ™ five, thin love of mine,
1 lent to her a valentine—
▲ frail and fair lace-paper sheet.
Which bore the legend short and swee
“With golden hair and eyee of blue;
The prettiest girl I know is you!”
She liked the poem, and, to show i^
She kissed the blushing little poet.
At fifteen, this dear love of mine,
I eent another valentine—
A casket, whose silk-covered lid
A nest of dainty bon-bons hid.
Where lay a card this to repeat.
The bard-worked line: “Sweets to the Sweet;”
And I her g: atitude could see
When she gave equal shares to me.
To twenty grown, this love of mine,
1 sent her one more valentine—
A box whose cushioned surface mig
Throw out a jewel’s starry light
“This, dear, to you, and you to me."
A scrap of paper read; and she,
To thank me for the sparkling thing,
Gave me the hand that wore the ring.
—Toronto Globe.
“ TOO LATE.”
ANNABEL B. WHITE.
The light in the parlor was dim, but
not so dim that Rolph Essen could not
see the look of fixed agony that Francia
Randolph cast upon him. Ifcr face was
white aud drawn, her blue eyes were
distended with a kind of horror, her
tensely clasped hands were held out to
him in mute appeal. But he went on, iu
his cold, unsympathetic voice;
“I have borne with your jealous out
bursts as long and as patiently as I can.
By your insane attack upon me to-day
you have broken the last link that binds
us together. I take my freedom, and I
give you yours.”
“Bolph, you do not mean it! Take
back your cruel words! Ido not want
my freedom, and I shall not give you
yours. Only promise to forgive me, and
I will never so offend you again!”
She fell at his feet abjectly, she clung
to his knees with trembling hands, she
lifted her streaming eyes to the cold face
abo.eher. He was not a brutal man,
but there seemed something brutal in
the way he took her hands from his
knees and firmly laid them b/ her side.
“It is useless to appeal to me, for your
treatment of me has wearied patience
and worn out love. YY’e had bettor part
to-day than link our lives together aud
separate afterwards, creating a scandal.
Now it will simply be a broken engage
ment, from which we will both quiekly
rec >ver without scars.”
Francia IDC to her feet. 1
'“""You think that—and of me?”
He leaned back in his chair and gazed
her almost insolently.
“f think that of you—and of all women.
There was never one yet who remained
faithful to one love. In a year from
now we will both laugh at our present
position.”
“You may, but I—never! Bolph, I
cannot—cannot you give up 1 Say that
you can forgive mo! Soy that I shall be
your wife! Oh, don’t you know, dear,
if I were your wife I should never feel
jealous again ? Don’t you know I would
serve you on my knees—that I would be
your slave?”
She approached him once more, lean
ing upon his shoulder with one hand,
and peering into his impassive face with
eyes whose expression he dared notread.
He shook off her touch impatiently and
rose.
“I might as well go now and end it.
I shall leave the city to-night, so it will
not be worth while for you to try to per
secute mo with insane letters. I shall
not get them.”
He picked up his hat and began finger
ing it uneasily, as if to avoid her pas
sionate eyes. But she had grown sud
denly calm. She said no word as he
moved toward tho door. YVhen ho ar
rived there he stopped.
“Will you not say good-by?”
She crossed the room swiftly, and
struck fiercely at his outstretched palm.
“No; I will not say good-by! Hear
me for the last time! I have loved you
long and well. It may be that this part
ing will kill me, and so I wish to tell
you that you have done ill to withdraw
your heart from me, supposing you ever
gave it to me. Y’ou have done ill to
permit my worship--such worship ns
few women can give to fewer men.
Never again will you be loved as I have
loved you; never again will you have
such faith given you as I have bestowed
upon you. Never, never again!”
He opened and closed the door rapidly
after his retreating form. She moved
sluggishly across the room, and fell like
a clod upon a sofa.
“Never, never again!”
She repeated the words despairingly,
with her lids closed tightly over her hot
eyes, and her Lands thrown rigidly
above her head.
“It cannot be that he is gone foreve !
It cannot be that he means what he
says! It cannoc be that I am never to
be his wife! Love, come back to me!
Love, forgive me!”
But vain were her imploring words;
vain were her beseechings.
If only love and friendship were not
one-sided things!
She ro e and paced the room fever
ishly.
“My God, be morciful! Turn his heart
back to me! I cannot bear it! I will
be so good and patient with him! I will
do anything that he wishes, only bring
him back to me!”
So she prayed, this girl who believed
in God and man, who had faith in love
and friendship
The days pasiud and lengthened into
weeks. There came no word nor sign
from Francia’, recreant lover. !-he ha t
to tell her father and mother that the en
gagement which had existed between her
and Bolph I ssen was at an end. She
gave no explanation, and they asked for
none, nidd-nlv brain fever fell upon
her, and her life hung in the balance for
weeks
YVhm health and consciousness re
turned to her, girlhood lay behind her.
She was trying to gather up her broken
ho| es, her dead youth and slain faith,
and weave them into a comely garment
which she might wear decorously before
a critical world. All her friends now
knew that her eng.igement was “off,"
•ad she seemed to feel the pdy, the sym
pathy and the mockery which were show
ered iipun her—behind her back
, Two years went by, aud Francis Kan
“A MAP or BUST LIFB—ITS ELECT CATIOXS AXD ITS EAST COXCERXS."
ELLIJAY. GA.. THURSDAY, MARCH 17. 1887.
dolph was twenty-threo. Her mothci
had the bad taste to giveherabirthnight
fete. The bad taste —we write advisedly
—for where is the woman who likee to
be reminded of her age, even if she still
be young I But to Francia it mattered
little, for youth seemed to lie far behind
her, and the snows of sixty years se:med
to freeze her heart.
“Francia, pray allow me to control
your taste in selecting your dress to
night. Y’ou will never marry if yon do
not try to throw more ambition into
your manner and more girlish gayety
into your dress. Y'ou dross like a nun,
except at such times as I insist upon the
contrary.”
“You miy order any style of dress you
choose, mother, and I will wear it; but
| if you thrnk I shall strivo for tho admir
ation of men, you forget. You must
know that I shall never marry.”
Mrs. l andolph sighed:
“I think you are foolish to let your
broken engagement with Bolph Essen
influence your future.”
“It does not. Such natures as mino
live but once, and ” then she bit her
lip to control further speech.
“By-the-wav, I hear he has returned.
I hope you can meet him without mak
ing a scene. Y’ou know your weakness. ”
Francia’s lip curled scornfully, then
she looked steadily at her mother, who
shifted her eyes uneasily.
“My weakness, then, is that I love
him. Is that what you mean, mother!”
Mrs. Bandolph responded faintly:
“Yes.”
“Then console yourself, for I neither
love nor hate him.”
Mrs. Randolph said no more, but left
the room w ith a feeling of vague uneasi
ness.
“If sbe would only forget the man!
How can I tell whether sbe loves him or
not? flow can I tell how she will meet
him? But meet him she must,poor,pas
sionate hearted girl 1 and no one can sus
tain her.”
| The birthnight fete passed off success
fully. Francia was lovely in garnet vel
vet and cream satin, and her arms and
neck gleamed like pink-tinted marble;
but her face wore its usual statuesque
coldness—the coldness that had only be
come habitual since her recovery from
her illness.
I An Englishman was much attracted
by hergreut beauty,but her frigidity re
pelled him.
i “She has no soul. Sho freezes me.”
“She is all saul. Y'ou do not possess
the magic key to open thS casket,” said
a friend.
The Englishman assented indifferent
ly, and went his way; but fate had
marked him.
It was during the summer, while the
Bandolph family were residing at their
country home, that Francia met the man
whom she had once so madly worshiped.
110 came purposely to see her
“I supposed, Francia, you had heard of
my arrival, and I thought I owed it to
you to see you once more,” he said, os
she entered the room and he rose to
greet her.
I “Why?” she asked, looking not at
him, but at his card which sho had
brought with her. She did not take the
hand he held out to her. Man of the
world that he was, he seemed to becomo
confused at her simple query.
“My reason should be nlain to you."
“Why?” she asked again, slowly tear
ing into bits the card in her hand.
Hu shiftel his position, then came up
to her and laid Ins fingers on her de
structive ones.
“Sit down. It is ridiculous for us to
go on this way, and I have much to say
to you."
She freed her hand from his trembling
fingers, and for the first time lifted her
eyes to his.
“I cannot understand what you could
possibly have to say to me that would
sufficiently interest me to such an cx
t"nt that I should bu kept standing long.
Do you sit down, I ut I prefer to stand.”
lie wet his dry lip-, nnd at fir t hi:
voi e wa; hu ky, but a: he proceeded it
beca re clearer and stronger.
“Francia, I have como to beg your
pardon. You would not give me my
freedom when Ia ked, or, rather, took
it, and now I am glad that you did not.
I thought I wa: tir and of your love—l
thought I could ca i y forget you. I
went a far ar to make love to Genie Re
n-.rd, the woman for who o fake you to
bitterly upbraided me the day we parted;
but ‘he laughed at me, and then I knew
how I had wronged you. I would have
gone back to you then, but pride was
stronger than love. I went abroad, mean
ing to return in a year, but two years
went by before I could decide what wai
bet for me to do. Now I have ccme
back—l a k you to be ray wife—l ask
you to love me and forgiye any suffering
1 may have cau ed you.
He went closer to her, but she put out
one hand imperatively. In the other
hand the tiny bits of his vi-iting card
lay in a confu ed mass.
“Do you think you could piece to
i gether this card and make it as spotless,
as brilliant, a: perfect, as it was one hour
! ago?”s’:e asked.
ilis hand closed spasmodically over
hers.
“Francia, do not torture me—do not
be cruel I 1 know that you lo e me ”
“Stop!” she cried, imperiously, fling
ing out her hand and scattering the torn
curd in a white shower over the flo :r.
“Now Imu t speak plainly. Justasim
possible as it is for you to restore the
bloom to the grape which you have
handled too roughly, just as impo c siblc
is it for me to lov ■ you. Once I would
have given my life foi you—once I would
have been your slave for sweet love’s
sake. But you outraged rry love, snd
turned my worship to indifference, which
is more to be feared than hate. I gave
you all—and lost it! And now I have
nothing to give you, or any man. De
spair has darkened my soul, slain my
youth, killed joy. and hope, and faith:
Never again will I love! Never again
will woman love you as I did; but you
threw it away- you trampled it under
your feet as if it were something too bsse
for use! And now you stoop to regain
it, and I tell you it is too late, too late!”
Blowing turning, she left him. lie
stood with his head bent upon his hand
for a moment, th"n he, too, left the room
Too late, for ever too late to win tho
priceless boon of this “one that was a
woman, sir.”
* * * # 4 +
Five vesrsafterward Francial’amlolph
married Hr Englishman Frederick
Leigh he who had said she had no soul.
She told him she h id uo love to give him
or any oilier man
“I would rather have your toleration
than any other woman a love,” he pro
tested.
But the was not glad at his answer,
for it seemed indeed as if she had lost
the power to feel.
But as the years passed her tender
affection for her husband became a
wonderful thing. If she had lost love,
she had gained broader virtue.
Who is it that ha said: “Love is best
of all?” How little ho knew! —Frank
Leslie's.
HOUSEHOLD MATTERS.
Good Coffee and Appetizing Biscuit.
Coffee made by filtration and infusion
gives very little of Abe extract. The gen
eral cook" of the period who advertises
“good plain cooking”, pettfrally makes
the coffee when she . 2 "liK:,- let
ting it boil and st.am ys byr tea.
An excellent rule is: fi ounce of
finely ground coffc jich break
fast cupful; put it iu : bottomed
block tin or iron coffee ( At; jioir upon
it as many cupfu's of bo/ling water a• is
needed of strong coffee, with the addi
tion of a cup of water, mo-e or less for
wasting; stir it well with a wooden
spoon, then put the pot over tho fire,
boil quickly, stirring all the time. As
the bubbles rise take it from the fire,
pour out a cupful, hold it high above tho
pot, pour it bock again; repeat this four
or five times, then strain the coffee
through a piece of muslin, pot it in m
hot metal pot ands rve immediately
Such a cup of coffee, amber,
is a deliente stiraular.l for a light break
fast, accompanied by some delicate bis
cuit, light and appetizing: Mix two
ounces of butter, two of flour, two ol
cheese, grated, a dash of cayenne and
salt; make it into a thin paste, roll out
very thin, then cut in pieces four inches
long and one iqfb wide; bake a very
light brown and us hot as possible,
— Neu> Torlc Pott. \
Redoes.
Fried Samp.- Siwk samp (or large
hominy) four or five hour* in tepid wa
ter; boil it with a iltllosalt uutil tender
and lot it get Cold in a deep pie dish. In
the morniDg put a good spoonful of drip
-1 ping in a frying pah. aud when it is hot
slip a knife around the inside of the pie
plate to dislodge the samp; turn it out a
solid cake on a plate, sprinkle well with
flour and reverse it. the molded sido
down, in hot fat. JYhcn brown reverse
it again on a hot disli.
Flannel 0 ikes.— 1 no quart of milk,
one cup of corn meal and nearly three of
flour, half < ake of least, stirred in a half
cup of warn water, Cue largo cup of
I boiling water, one teaspoonful of sa't,
( one teaspoo did of bit of soda
I the size of a pea in few milk. Scald the
I meal with the boilifig wider, stir in the
milk and strain tlywgh a colander, add
! flour and yeast nr4pt it io until morn
ing, beat in'S. lt nitti molasses, aud wiled
the batter is smooth and light bake on a
griddle. They are very nice.
Tapioca Puddisi.— Four tablespoon
fule of tapioca soaked for two hours in
tepid water. YVhen the tapiucahassoft
ened add a quart of cold water, pinch of
salt, tablcspoonful of inolas es and two
large applet peeled, cor: and and sliced.
Place in a covered dish nnd bake in the
oven for two hours, stirring occ aiionally;
then remove llio cover, still stirring. In
ha’f an hour the pudding should be a
deep brown. Pour into another dish
and serve hot with hard sauce. The hard
sauce is made by beating to a cream one
cup of sugar, one heaping tenspooniul of
butter and ono teaspoonful of boiling
water. Flavor with lemon or vanilla.
Potato Roll-’.—A quart of flour, four
eggs, a tablespoon r ul of lard, half a yeast
cake dissolved in warm wnter, a heap
j ing cupful of potatoes mashed soft and
l enten light with half a cupful of warm
milk; a cupful of lake warm milk, a tea
spoonful of salt, a teaspoonful of sugar.
IJeat tho eggs light, sift the salt with
the flour; melt the lard and mix with the
I sugar in th : potato. Hake n hole in the
j middle of the flour, pour iu the milk,the
j mashed potato,the j ast,the eggs; knead
! well ana set to rise over night. Early in
j the morning kncid again,make into rolls
! and set close together in a pan for an
hour’s rising. Bake in steady oven.
Fend to tablo hot and break, not cut
apart.
Scuffed Eugs.—Boil eight eggs hard
and throw into ice cold water, until per
fectly cold; t eel them ca cfu’ly and cut
in two lengthwise .extract the yolks, rub
them to a paste with bu’ter, season with
pepper and salt, and work in some very
finely minced chicken or other poultry
! livers. If you hive none, sub
! stitute such cold, moat as you have.
: Bind tho mixture with a beaten egg,
j mold into balls, the same shape and
| size ns the c>cL*.l y > ks, mid fill the
| whites with them, i a-ten the latter in
j place with stout straw-, cut of equal
! lengths; roll in Icatcn egg, then in
| cracker crumbs, nnd fry quickly in good
dripping. Do not Withdraw the straws
when you serve them, letting each eater
do it for himself.
“Observations.”
Man wants but little ear below, if he
has a jawing wife.
This is a changeable country. One
day gives the horsf and cutter a show,
and the next day the coal bin.
In th's countr. there are two hundred
thousand men blowing in brass hands,
and twenty million blowing at them.
The pho ographqr is about the only
man who can t'k<] every woman that
comes along without being called a Mor
mon.
A paradox—a non-advertising “busi
ness'’ man. If lie is a business man be
advertises. If lie does not advertise, he
is no business man.
A fashion item tays that no feathers
are used on the newest hats and bonnets.
If our memory serves us, none are used
on the newest bi h either.
It is not very unlucky to be the thir
t-enth one to t down at the dinner ta
ble if you only sit whore you can get the
first crack ut the oast goose.
“Old age ii cretping on, Nancy. Ten
years ago that liair would have been
b nek,’ r< marked a farmer as he pulled
one of trs wife's gray hairs out of the
butter.
A man hun’rd high and low for his
rubber boots one morning, after a snow
storm, and at last found them on the
centre tnhle in thi parlor, covered with
gilt, and a picture of Lake Komo | tinted
on the aide of the l Urttn.
BUDGET OF FUN.
HUMOROUS SKETCHES FROM
VARIOUS SOURCES.
Putting His Talents to Use—He
Wasn't Reassured—No Sign* of
Sweetness—He Had For
gotten Something, Etc.
“Well, you do paint beautiful, beau
tiful,” said old Mrs. Greengrasa to young
Chlomindy, the artist, who is staying at
her house while on a sketching tour.
“Thanks, madam; thanks,” says the
grateful Chlomindy.
“Well, you do. I don’ knew but I’ll
have you paint up our farm wagoa whilo
you’re here and let it go on your board.
I b’leevc you could do it first rate. We’d
want ynuething real aud yel
ler an’—
Chlomindy had fled. —Detroit Free
Frees.
He Wasn’t Reassured.
“Will you always love me, George,
even after we have been wedded many
?”
“Of course I will. And will you watch
over me and look after me in times of
illness—will you still be my guardian
angel?”
“Why, of course, you silly boy. I will
watch over youlr goings out and comings
iu every day, and if I can’t look after
you enough I’ll call on dear mamma to
help me.”
The engagement is now off. —Merchant
Traveler.
No Sign of Sweetness.
“There is a youug man in the parlor
wishes to see you, mis>,” remarked the
hall door attendant at a down-town resi
dence.
“Did he bring anything with him—
any box or parcel?”
“Only a cane, miss.”
“Did hfs coat-tail rattle when he
walked, as if thero was a package of
candy in tho pocket?”
"Nothing of the sort, miss.”
“Then tell him I’ve gone to visit a
sick friend and won’t be home for a
week,” replied the fair girl, falling back
into a horizontal position, nnd resuming
her perusal of “Truth Stranger than
Fiction; or, Tho Liar Unmasked.”—
Clinton Bugle.
He had Forgotten'Something.
A man sat suddenly down on Wood
ward avenue yesterday. He didu’t
mean to sit down; be didn’t want to sit
down, but he sat down all the same. A
man who was sweeping a doorway near
by strolled over, broom in hand.
“Did you full down?”
■‘Dcdgnst it, uo; of course I didn’t.
I’ve been here ever since tho Sicur de la
Mutlur GodiUae first sot footon the bank
of this river.” >
A passer by paused and said:
"I'm torry 1 wasn’t here to catch you.
Why didn’t you wait till I came up?”
Another man, who carried a live
chicken by the legs, put in his contribu
tion :
Why didn’t you wear rubbers? If I
went round without unything over my
sho © I’d be on my back half the time.”
Just then a mangy-looking individual
came out of Atwater street, and, after a
look at the fallen citizen, asked, with
great contempt:
“Why don’t tho fool get up?”
“Just wait, my friend,” said the sub
ject of hi: question, ns ho struggled to
liis feet. “You liavo done me a great
service, and I want to thank you. All
these other gentleman have asked mo
questions nnd made suggestions, but you
are the first ono to strike at tho root of
my doubt. I’ve been sitting there for
more than a minute wondering whut Id
forgotten, nnd you have reminded me of
it. The shock evidently confused my
ideas. Good day, gentlemen,” and ho
resumed his journey with great dignity.
--Detroit Free Press.
Culinary Skill.
M. Le Blnnc, if his story is accepted,
was once chief cook to a Parisian noble
man. Now he keep; a YVcstSide board
ing house. For days before Christmas
lie treated his guests to mouth-watering
descriptions of “zo mngnifique dinnam
on ze ( hrisemas da in La Belle Franco.”
A few and iys b-fore Christmas he became
very mysterious and intimated that those
fortunate mortals who sat at his board
should alsolmvca “magmfiquedinnair.”
Accordingly anticipations ran hi;li.
Tho day nt last arrived. His promises
were fulfilled. The tablo was spread
with an embarrassment of good things.
One dish was especially a favorite, and
that it was so seemed to give monsieur
great delight. It seemed a species of
game, was delicately flavored, but no one
knew exactly what it was.
“Oh, monsieur, do tell us what this
delicious meat is,” said pretty Miss 11.,
the star boarder, when the dish was de
molished.
“/at, madam, -/at eis ze grand tri
ompli of zc art. Oily ze 1 rencliman
mck ze delicious deesh—zat ees ; e—vat
you call ze owel—ze pet owel.”
“.zwl!” exclaimed a chorus of voices,
and a dozen wry faces were made.
“Oh, monsieur, how could you have
the heart to kill the poor thing?” chirped
the star boarder.
“It ees you zat mek ze cruel accusa
tione, madam. Ino keel him—he die.”
Chi ago News.
He Ate Roup.
Apropos of soup, an old veteran of the
New York press, George Canfield, used
to tell of a comical adventure which be
fell him in l'aris. Gcorga had labored
long and industriously at the ship news
desk. He resided in the “Burg,” as
they used to call the eastern district of
B-ooklyn, and had worked himself up
from the case, where he “set the ships,”
until he became editor-in chief of the
department. He knew enough of French
to glenn the exchanges for French ves
sels end French marine ports and other
terms, hut otherwise his knowledge of
the language was greatly restricted, lie
had saved a good deal of money, and
when, at length, he was given a generous
holiday, he decided to spend it in l'aris.
|lis first dinner in 1 ranee was eaten at
i>ne of th ’ big hotels in the capital. HU
wife wits wit i him. They consulted the
bill of fare, and George pointed with his
finger to the fir*t iPm. The waiter
bowed, went off and soon returned with
a copious supply of aoup for two. It
waa palatable, and (h orga did full jua-
tlce to it. Consulting the bill of fare
once more, he pointed to the second
item, somewhat to the surprise of the
gurcon. But he nodded his head em
phatically nnd c aculated “oui” two or
three times. Tho conquered waiter
brought him two more plates of soup.
George had to pretcu i now that ho was
very fond of soup, so he ate it with
great relish, although it had a very filling
effect. YVhen it was all disposed of he
took up tho bill, and firmly convinced
that he would surely strike something
solid by going down" two or three items
on the list, h ■ put his finger on the
fourth or fifth Hue anil pantomimed his
desire to bo served with what it repre
sented. The waiter gave a littlo start,
but rushed off to obey and b ought back
yet two more dishes of soup. George ac
cepted his fate with a calm dignity. He
wasn’t going to let the waiter know that
be wasn’t getting just what he wanted.
ABjJbe put himself outside the liquid
wiTif a good deal of effort and pretended
gusto. '
“Well, Jennie,” he said, as he took up
the card once more “I think we have
had enough soup to gat nlong without
the roast. Suppose we skip down to the
dessert.”
Bouud to make no mistake this time
he pointed to the last item. The waiter
looked surprised. But George insisted.
The polite garcon surrendered again,
with r little shrug of the shoulders,and
brought the matured article.
“And what do you thing it waST’
asked George, when he toldj th© story?
“Blame me if it wasn’t a bunch of.
tooth-picks.” —Brooklyn
Ilia Sources of Great Rivers.
Most people have probably heard tho
story of the housoin Ohio which is said
to bo so exactly balanced upon tlf6 boun
dary line botwoen tho basins of the great
lakes and the Ohio Bivor that tho lain
falling upon one sido of the gable roof goes
to join tho St. Lawrence und tho ocean,
while on the other side it helps to swell
a littlo brook that finally mingles with
tho Ohio and the Gulf. There is a moro
wonderful place than this in India. Al
most 500 miles due west of Calcutta is
.‘.lie Ammcrkantak Mountain, which is a
place of great sanctity in the eyes of tho
Hindoos, owing to tlic remarkable fact
that it is tho source of ono of tho large
rivers of India, and of feeders of three
other rivers that aro nmong tho grentest
in the peninsula. ’ The torrents -that flow
down its sides travel to all the cilrdinai
points of tho compass. The Ncrbudda,
wliioli takes its ri e here, winds its way
over 800 miles of plain bo'ore it omptio9
into tho Indian Ocean. The three other
groat rivers tha' arc fed from Aramer
kantnk are the 1 oilavery, tho Mahan
uddy, and the Bone.
The natives of India have a great rev
erence for the sources of a number of
their largest riveis, whose waters by
means of irrigating works nrp often used
i'l times of drought to nourish the soil
and prevent or mitigate famine*. The*
1 Godavory, the most impoitant river in
South India, takes its rise in a brook that
issues from a hillside near the villago of
Nassik. The spot where this brook
gushes from the rock is approached by a
flight of 01)0 stone steps, nt the top of
which is a great stono platform bu'lt at
the foot of tho rock from which tho
stream issues. An imago under a largo
canopy has been so placed that tho water
pours out of its mouth nnd then goes
sparkling down the hill. From this spot
the stream flows 800 miles right across
the peninsula, growing on the way into
a mighty river and draining 120,003
square mile-s. Tho source of the Goda
very is one of the sights of the Bombay
Presidency.
One. little stream, whose waters flow
lrom -iver to river until they finally join
the Amazons, runs for ten or fifteen miles
by the side of one of the sources of tho
great Paraguay. Though they flow par
allel to each other, and only two or threo
miles apart, they run in opposite direc
tions. Canoes are often hauled across
tho intervening portage nnd in this way
it is possible for a small boat to travel
from the mouth of tho Amnz.ons to Bue
nos Ayres along the inland waters of
South America, and with a portage of
only two or three miles. —Mew York Bun.
Ghastly Experiments.
A ghastly pantomime, recallin' to
mind Foe's narrative of the galvanizing
of a mummy, was enacted recently in
Paris, at the Practical School of Surgery,
where the bodies of two criminals, Frey
and Riviere, were placed at the disposal
of the surgeons to experiment on. A
number of experiments were made,
among them the following: To re-es
tablish the circulation in the severed
heads, the veins were injected with blood
taken from n living animal. The skin
of the face, previou-ly livid, became
charged with color, tho lips recovered
their natural red, tho cheeks filled out, ir
regular movements agitated the skin and
the face resumed the appearance of life.
Electric currents were pa sed through
the facial nerves and the contractions of
the face were noted. 'Jhere were, how
ever, no results indicative of any resto
ration to life or consciousness. Tho
nerves shortly ceased to betray my sensi
bility and it was evident that all per
ception and sensation were at an end.
A Matter of Weight.
According to the Belgian savant,
Qu- telet, a man attains his maximum
weight about his fortieth year, and be-
o lose it toward his sixtieth year.
A woman, however, does not attain her
maximum weight until her fiftieth year.
The weight of persons of the same age
m different classes of society also differs.
In the adiuent classes the average maxi
mum weight is one hundred and seventy
two pounds, and it is httained at fifty
years of age. In the artisan class it is
one hundred and tifty-four pounds, at
tained nt forty. Among the laborers it
is one hundred and seventy-one pounds,
attained nt sixty. In the general classes
it is one hundred and sixty-four pounds,
and it is icnched between forty and fifty
years of age.
Financial Intelligence.
Smith “Dusenbury has left for Eu
ioi>e.”
•Junes—^Whit Dusonbury are you talk
ing about!"
"Why, Duscnbury who failed last
mouth.'’
"Whose hooka showed a deficit of
f.V'.O'M I ”
"Tho same."
"What is be going to live on while ha
ia in Europe I"
"On the deficit, of eourae."— Siflingt.
OHS DOLLAR Par Ana am. Ia Aivaam.
snowed under.
Of a thousand things that the Year snowed
under,
The busy Old Year that has gone away,
How many will rise in the spring, I wonder,
Brought to life by the sun of May!
Will the rose tree branches, so wholly hid
den
That never a rose-tree seems to be,
At the sweet spring’s call come forth unbid
den,
And bud in beanty, and bloom far me!
Will the fair, green earth, whose throbbing
bosom
Is bid, like a maid’s in her gown at night,
Wake out of her sleep, and with blade and
blossom
Gem her garment) to please my sight!
Over the knoll In the valley yonder
The loveliest buttercups bloomed and grew;
When the snow is gone that drifted them
under,
Will they shoot up sunward and bloom
anew!
When wild winds blew and a sleet storm
pelted,
I lost a jewel of priceless worth:
If I walk that way when snows have melted.
Will the gem gleam up from the bare, brown
earth ?
I laid a love that was dead or dying,
For the year to bury and hide from sigKt
But out of a trauce will it waken crying,
And push to my heart like a leaf to the
light?
TOnder the snow lie things so cherished—
Hopes, ambitions, and dreams of men,
Faces that vanished and trusts that perished
Never to sparkle or glow again.
The Old Year greedily grasped his plunder,
And e-iverert it over and hurried away;
Of tho thousand things ho hid, I wonder
How many will rise at the call of May!
O wiso Youug Year, with your hands held
under
Your mantle of ermine, tell me, pray I
—Ella IF. Wllco r, in Boston Globe.
PITH AND POINT.
A game leg—Hindquarter of venison.
It is rain or shin: with a boothblack.
The German Army Bill—EmperorWil
liam.
Taken aback—A boy playing leap
frog.
Furope is so peaceful now that it is
impos-iblo to supply tho universal de
mand for nrms.— Post-Dispatch.
A New York man advertises to restore
old paintings. YVondor how many he
has stolen. —Burlington Free Press.
To admit that our city is well laid out
doesn't necessarily suggest the inference
that it’s dead. —Philadelphia Call.
Scientists believe it impossible for a
man to have a double. If this is so, how
can a man be beside Wiusehf?— LiJ'e.
As you can now get two huudred
quinine pills for a dollar, wo should say
that quinine is getting to b;a drug in
the ma.ket.— Puck.
The World says that the woman’s bus
tle must go. Tli6 World i: mi-taken. It
is the woman that must go. The bustle
must follow.— Bazaar.
YVhen we see a gooso with a lame leg
trying in vain to keep up with the rest
of the lli.ck, it always reminds us of a
non-advertising to talled business man,
endeavoring to hold his own against bis
neighbors who advertise,— -Daneville
Breeze.
“Papa," said little Jimmie Briefless,
“what and • you wear when you go to the
court house—your law suit?” "Oh, uo,
my son,” replied tho good barrister,
kindly. “That is the suit a man putaon
when lie goes naked. Only the clients
wear that.”— Burdette.
The gray-bearded man who carefully
husks a peanut, throws away tho meat
and tries to cat tha shell probably will
not bu accused of being in love, as he
would have been thirty years ago, but
he risks winning a reputation for absent
mindedness.—Somerville Journal.
“The great trouble with you, John,is,”
said a lady to her husband, who was Suf
fering from the effects of the night be
fore, “you cannot say ‘No.’ Learn to
say ‘No,’ lohn, and you will have fewer
headaches. Can you let me have a lit
tle money this morning?” “No,” said
John, with apparent ease.— Puck.
Tho Baby King of Spain.
The bby King of Spain is a fine,
handsome child who enjoys robust
health, and docs credit to the immense
amount of rare with which he is sur
rounded. Though court etiquette re
quires that the six-months-old Alphonso
NIIL should be treated with the most
rigid ceremony, his mother will never
call him ‘tho King” unless on very strict
occasions, but uses tho simple term of
“my child.” His Majesty has his own
vast suite of apartments next to those of
the Queen Begent; and a special guard
keeps h'B bedroom door at night. liis
foster monther, the sturdy peasant Bay
munda, feeds and amuses the baby; but
he is washed aud dressed accoidingto
traditional ceremony by a bevy of ladies
of honor under the direction of his “gov
erne s,” who held the same office toward
his father. Doctors visit the baby twice
daily, and every day he drives out with
his governess and ltaymunda, sometimes
with the Queen. In court ceremonies
Haymunda must not carry the King;
that is the duty of the mistress of the
robes or o? his aunt,the Infanta laahella.
Queen Christina is a most devoted
mother,spending all her spare time with
her boy, and the Infanta Isabella is
equally attached to her nephew.—Lon
don Graphic.
Her Heavy Conundrum.
“Billy,” quoth Sophronia, as she lis
tened to the thundering tread of pater
fnmilias come thumping down the stairs
at 11 i*. m., “when you leave here each
evening, ‘by request,’ why is papa, when
he parts with you at the font door, like
your own dear self when you make me
* nice present or take me to the rink?”
“I couldn’t say, I’m sure, love,” trem
blingly replied her best fellow YVillism,
while preparing to “dust" at her parent's
bidding
“Because he always foots the Bill!”
Biflings.
Bagdad contains the lsrgeet Hebrew
eolony in Europe. There are twenty
synagogues sad about 40,000 Hebrews iu
the city.
NO’ 1.