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COMMA* 4b fUJfcBT, Editors and Proprietor*. vol. txii. ELLIJAY COURIER. PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY —BY— 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. lO-21-85 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.