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VOL XII.
ELLIJAY COURIER
rUBUBHXD EVERY THURSDAY
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COLEMAN ft KIRBY.
GENERAL DIRECTORY.
Superior Court meet* 3d Monday in
Mny and 2nd Monday in October,
couirfr 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,
J. R Commissioners.
T. J. Long,
W. H, Foster, Marshal.
RELIGIOUS SERVICES.
Methodist Episcopal Church South—
Every 3d Sunday and Saturday before.
Ck W. Qriner.
Baptist Church—Every 2nd Saturday
and 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 Friday in each month.
L. B. Greer, W. M.
T. H. Tabor, S. W.
J. W. Hipp, J. W, 4
R. Z. Roberts, Treasurer.
I). Garren,B ecretary.
W. 8. Coleman, .B.' D.
W. C. Allen, J. D.
8. Garren, Tyler. c ■
R. T. PICKENS,
ATTORNEY. AT LAW,
EEEIJAY, 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.
DR. J. R. JOHNSON,
Physician and Surgeon
ELLIJAY, GEORGIA.
Tenders his professional services to t£ic
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, GA.
Will practio* in Blui Bulge Circuit, Cruntt
Court Juitioe Court of (lilmer County. Leg.il
business lolioited. “Promptness” is our motto.
DB. J. S. TANKERSLEY.
Physician aad Surgeon,
Tender* his professional services to the citi
sens of Ellijay, Gilmer and surrou iding conn
iies. Ail calls promptly at fen d-d to. Office
rpdtairs over the firm of Cobb A Son.
RUFE WALDO THORNTON, D.D.S.
dentist,
Calhoun, Ga.
Will visit Ellijay nnd Morganton at
both the Spring 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 aa above. TmiviUt
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
attiaction. For other particulars on
board, etc., address,
Mbs. W. F. Robertson,
Ellijay, Ga
Mountain View Hotel!
ELLIJAY, QA.
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 t<
make tin Mountain View Hie most popu
lar Hotel in Ellijay. Accommodation sii
every department first-class. Livery, sail
iintl Hull iltflMti iiimimiHiui with hotel.
Gtteetaf<nnaCß>oS to end Hem and train*
tnM Milage $24 ly
$25,000.00
IN GOLD!
Will. UK PAID KOR
ARBUCKLES 5 COFFEE WRAPPERS.
. Premium, • $1,000.00
'/ Premiums, * $500.00 each
0 Premiums, • $250.00 “
25 Premiums, * SIOO.OO "
100 Premiums, • $50.00 “
200 Premiums, - $20.00 “
1,000 Premiums, • SIO.OO '*
tr |iarll< iilarsaad directions • t'iieu
Ini n' pound of Aastcous' Corrss.
THE ELLIJAY COURIER
STRENGTH IN StJFFERINOrt
Each weary heart that sorrow till*
With some o'er whdbninx woe,
Reap* with his own annum herert ill-
The tears that others sow,
While sarliw cumbers day by day.
And weary hours grow long.
Bright hope shall light the clouded way;
Then suffer and gyor Strong.
Yes! Strong in suffering, strong in hope,
Strong hearts by conscience led,
■OOIOBI every bitter sin can cope
That rears its vicious head;
Bright germs of hope surround each heart,
The sunshine and the dew,
Regardless of affliction's smart;
Then suffer and be true.
In the red battle-field of Ufe,
Its turbulence and din,
In every scene in human strife,
Temptation, sorrow; sin,
That brings chill pallor to the face,
That mars domestic light,
And smothers every tender grace—
Still suffer and be right.
Refined by suffering, overwhelm’d
With thine and others' cares;
Be true, be brave, be armed and helm’d.
’Gainst current wfles and snares;
Proud in thy strength, heroic pride
Can every ill endure,
Though in temptation doubly tried;
Then suffer and be pore.
—Charles J. Beattie, in Inter-Ocean.
'BASE INGRATITUDE,
BT Lli/Y CURRT. 4
The first two weeks of September are
undoubtedly the finest of all summer for
ocean bathing. The water has at length
become bearably warm, and the waves,
though running high, run regularly and
with a certain evenness that a fair swim
mer can comprehend and count upon. At
the resorts along the New Jersey coast,
for instance, this is a season of*absolute
water revelry. The beach is peopled with
thousands of figures, happy and pictur
esque—or grotesque, as the case may be.
Child, youth, adukt, all are here. The
strong swimmer calmly cleaving his way
out through the breakers; the timid-dov
ice shrinking at each new burst of salty
suds, and the would-be brave one, pranc
ing defiantly knee-deep in the mighty
brine, yet clinging at the same time with
desperate grip to the life-line.
It was not long since, at one of these
resorts, a heavenly morning—the sky a
sheer dazzle pf sun and palest azure; tho
sea booming grandly on the white sand,
and all the merry thousands hastening
down to meet it.
Two men and a woman left the fourth
of their party, an elderly lady, who was
not in bathing costume, as were they,
safely ensconced with camp-stool and
umbrella, where the sand was quite dry,
but two of them tripped lightly; the
woman, who was young and, in her own
way, beautiful, and the smaller and less
thoughtful appearing of the men. The
third of the party followed with a gravity
of countenance that was almost .bsurd in
conjunction with his costume. Having
entered the water, they naturally sep£
rated. The young man was of the slender,
willowy, graceful type; a blonde with
golden tints of hair and beard. Moreover
every word and gesture seemed expressive
of intense self-satisfaction and self-grat
ification, possibly relative to some late
personal triumph.
“Come!” he cried, reaching out joy
ously to the girl. But she drew back;
she could not swim. “No t” ho said care
lessly, and plunged off leaving her there
near the other man. This other was also
fair of complexion, but his close-shaven
hair had the look of brown velvet and his
large violet eyes were fringed with lashes
almost black.
lie bad stooped to put some water on
his head, and looking up he saw that the
young lady stood alone, her gaze resting
quietly upon him.
“Shall I take you out a little further?”
he asked.
She shook her head, with a fretful curve
of the lip.
“You look too sober,” she said. “You
might want to drown me.”
He took no notice of the closing petu
lance.
“You think I should not look sober,
then?”
“I’m sure I think nothing whatever,
Mr. Denton. You have relieved me of the
necessity.”
lie took a step nearer to her. His face
flushed. There, in the edge of the
ocean, was an absurd place to show feel
ing. But he seemed to forget their sur
roundings, and to see only her dark, un
common beauty, her flashing, conquering
eyes.
“Elma,” he said, quietly, “I have done
nothing to merit your enmity; I have been
sincere.”
“O, yes; -but too much sincerity bores
one at times.”
The young man started, his lips moved,
then he seemed to recall some resolution,
and no sound issued from his tightly-set
jaws.
The girl continued to speak, however,
in the same studiously insolent tone.
“Why are we standing here? At least
you might take me over to the line. I
certainly shall have lessons when we go
back to town. It is absurd for one to feel
so dependent. And these good swimmers
are always so selfish.”
He put out his hand.
“Come this way,” he said, simply.
They made as pretty a picture as any
of the thousands of couples who had
gonodown or were going down together.
Some of the lookers-on upon the beach
singled them out and discussed them:
“The young lady in white and scarlet?
With the Italian face? The tall young
escort in blue and yellow? Miss Warriner
—Elma Warriner. Quite rich. Hush!
The mother is there with the red
umbrella. Tho young man is Ned Den
ton; sort of thirl cousin; used to be
engaged to her, but I hear it is off now;
she is to marry someone else.”
Meanwhile the young couple were out
waist-deep. Miss Warriner had grown
more gracious.
“Go and swim. Ned,” she commanded
with a little luugb. “We won't quarrel
any more.”
“Quarrel?’’ he repeated. “You think
I would quarrel with you? If, aa you
have told me, it has all been a mistake—
our earing for each other—and yon really
love Fielding, do you think I would't be
"4 MAP OP tor UPM-m PLUOTVATtOMA AKP IT VAMT OMCBUt"
ELLIJAY. GA.. THURSDAY. JUNE 2. 1887.
man enough Ur desire your welfare first
of allt Do you think I would let sny
memory of one year ago—of last summer
—however precious, stand between you
ana your happincst”
“We never live over again our ‘last
summers, ’" she replied with some con
straint. *
“You are right.” he echoed, in a ldwer
tone—almost too low to be andible above
the water-clamor, “we never live them
over * * • There is only one thing
I would like to say tp you, Elma. You
won’t be angry. IfTs this; Be sure you
know your own mind."
“You—you think I do not now?” she
questioned sharply. .
“I cannot tell. I hope you do. Not
all men are wont to take such disappoint
ments philosophically. *1 do not think
that Fielding would.”
Miss Warnnef’s cheeks turned a shade
paler. Her dusky complexion had a
bluish look.
“Are you getting a chill?” cried
Denton.
“Not at all. But I-don’t see Barry
anywhere.' It is strange he shotrid stay
away so long.”
Denton put up his hand So shade his
eyes and looked out over the water. The
sun was dazzling. .
“I do not see him either,” he answered,
and continued to gaze.
“He is a perfect swimmer,” said the
girl, uneasily. “And he surely would
not go out too far.”
“Can you stay here alone?" Denton
asked, quickly, “or can you go in ashore
by the line? I’ll look for him.”
“I’ll go ashore,” she had begun to say,
when he had plunged out through a big
wave, and could no longer hear her.
She turned and slowly made her way
back, clinging everto the ssggingrope.
But she had not gone fat, when some
thing checked her steps anil caused her
so turn sharply and face seaward.
A wild outcry fpr an instant made her
heart stand still! A bitter cry, and sud
den hoarse shouts. Then the beach
blackened with men and women by thou
sands other than the bathers.
“Man drowning P’ That was all. That
was the awful cry.
Elma Warriner standing statue like, with
eyes Straining to know the worst, could
not teven feel the water that lapped her
feet. She was incapable of feeling any
thing; cold as ice; frozen from head to
foot. For now she knew—half intui
tively, half by circumstances—that
Harry Fielding was out there beyond
reach of the boldest and going down to
his death.
She could not stir. She could only
stand there feeling frozen.
The shouts of outcries constantly in
creased, until the hubbub was madden
ing, it seemed to her. And still she
stood there, with capability for just one
agonized idea;
“If I could only swim!”
Harry Fielding, her lately avowed
lover, the man wno had weaned her heart
from Edwin Denton. Harry out there,
battling, dyfrigP • •
She fancied she saw his arms flung up
for the last time; then- hush! Why
should they cheer? What was that?
AVho was that out there? Could she see
the gleam of orange and a paler blue than
salty waters? Why should they cheer?
Was it because another risked his life to
save her lower’s? Was it because Ned
Denton had not waited,had not hesitated,
had gone out there to save the man who
had robbed him of her love? Hush!
Another cheer! Was she dead herself?
On either side of her someone had
caught her arms and was dragging her
up the beach. It seemed to her that she
must shriek aloud. Yet she was dumb,
and growing deaf and blind, she thought.
Only her mother caught her in her arms.
“Mother,” she cried in a voice that
grated with its own agony; “Mother, will
they both be lost?”
And now another maddening cheer.
The life-savers going out, and strong
ropes gradually uncoiling.
“God!” prayed Elma Warriner on her
knees, there at her mother’s side; “God,
if only their strength may last!”
Would the life-savers never reach them?
Every second was indescribable torture!
Yet the men had responded promptly. It
had been hardly minutes since the first
alarm.
“Mother, can you—can you see the blue
and yellow? Oh, God, save him for his
braveryj”
Then she shut her ears with her fin
gers; the men were drawing in the ropes;
the rhythmic, awful chant of the voices
measuring the length of pull, and telling
when to ease and let out with the ebb of
wave.
They were pulling in—what, whom?
Would the savers bring one rescued man,
one drowned, two drowned, two rescued
—or none at all, or not even a cold form
with the soul battered out? Who could
say?
She held her fingers in her ears. The
chant of the toiling men would have
crazed her.
And amid louder shrieks and hoarser
clamor the savers staggered ashore at last,
and laid two forms upon the sand.
Life was in both as yet. But Harry
Fielding needed much rollingand skilful
manipulating to bring him around. Den
ton, on the other hand, revived speedily
and tried to stand alone upon his feet.
His face was as ghastly as the other’s, and
had the same blue circles around the
mouth and eyes.
“I am all right,” he murmured feebly,
then his half-open eyes fell upon Elma
Warriner. She had turned from Field
ing’s side.
“You saved him,” she cried, with an
hysterical sob. Perhaps hervoice grated
again as a little while before.
The throng took up her words with a
mighty cheer. Fielding had been carried
to his hotel, but the rescuer was yet among
them.
“Give me your hand,” one man cried,
and then another, and “God bless you!”
and the women sobbed aloud.
Elma Warriner sank dizzily into her
mother’s embrace, and heard rather than
saw Ned Denton borne home u|>on men’s
shoulders—a hero.
*****
Of the three, Miss Warriner perhaps
felt the shock longer than the two who
had been so near their deaths that morn
ing. For several days she remained al
most wholly in her chamber. Fielding
and Denton went about as if nothing had
happened. Fielding, who was quite
wealthy, showed the other some extra
little attentions, it may be, but neither of
them alluded in any way to the late al
most tragic occurrence.
Elma War finer, on the other hand,
could not refrain from talking of it.
Fielding must have been ill-natured on
some other score when one night he re
sponded impatiently to f remark of hers
concerning ■Bddenton. - His answer whs
almost sneering: , “Toomake a perfect
god of him for what he did!"
Elma gazed straight in his face for a
moment. She was silent, but her eves
had a dull, ominous glefm.
“If he had been lost,” she said, very
slowly and coldly, “I should never have
forgiven myself.”
"Perhaps,” said Fielding, angrily, !
“perhaps I am to take this as an indica
tion of a change in your’feelings toward
me. Perhaps lam to understand you j
would like to .end the engagement.”
They had been sittiug'togotlier in her
mother’s cottage parlor. She arose nt his
words, and, ere leaving "the room, said:
“You may take it so, lP you choose. I
adore bravery, and I loathe ingratitude!”
In this way she freedTiersell.
That evening Denton came to her.
They sat foe a time in the porch of her
mother's cottage. *
“Are you sure,” he inquired, “are you
sure you have made no pustake in break
ing your engagement tq Fielding?”
She drew more clm-ely about her
shoulders a little scarletsliawl she wore.
“I suppose you think that I don’t know
my own mind,” she <aid. “I suppose i
you think I haven’t j|cy mind of my i
| own.”
:“It has very much (hat appearance,”
he answered, coolly,
She reflected for a moment.
“I have always knowp ray own, mind,”
she said then, quite deliberately, “except
on one occasion.”
Denton was silent a little space. Then
he leaned closer to her t , “Will you tell
me what the occasion was, and when ?” he
asked, softly.
She looked at him ffith tears welling
up in her dusky eyes.
“Yqti know!” she answered, tremu
lously, and laid her | head upon his
shoulder, where it JiacTalways seemed to
him to belong!
Feeding Captive Monkeys.
The monkeys in a New York store for
the sale of wild animals arc served with
four Courses of food tyricc a day. The
first course, Bays the pun, consists of a
small frying pan full -of diluted milk.
One monkey, with blue side whiskers,
buried his nose in the milk, and then
carefully wiped his muzzle on a board.
A rich-brown South American puma, in
a cage above that of the. monkeys, -had -
been served a small frying pan full of
cooked beef. The haidfie of the frying
pan projected from between the bars of
the cage. The monkey saw un oppor
tunity to secure an unaccustomed morsel,
and he climbed up the .iron bars between
him and liberty and grabbed the handle.
The puma growled a snArling protest, and
put his big paw on the frying pan. The
monkey was not dismayed, however, but
kept on rolling the jam until the meat
had been, shifted clowjs*a;car v the.handle
of the frying pan. Then he dropped the
handle, and, seizing a piece of the beef,
began to devour it.
When the big, solemn, 125-pound
baboon had his share of milk and water,
and the thirst of thirty other monkeys
had been assuaged, the second course,
consisting of stale bread, was passed
around. The monkeys did not take so
kindly to the bread, and ato it only after
biting off the crust. But the onions,
served raw, were heartily relished. So
fond, indeed, was the blue-whiskered
citizen from an African jungleof this Jer
sey tid-bit that he ate his own share and
then pulled his male out of a corner by
the ear, soundly cuffed her ears, and ap
propriated her portion of the fragrant
vegetable.
The fourth and last course consisted of
dried corn, which was rained in upon
the monkeys like hail stones. The ani
mals showed their taste in disposing of
the corn. They seemed suffused with a
sense of repletion, and they cracked the
torn kernels of corn with the leisure of
gentlemen pickingtheh:after-dinner nuts.
Various Kiuds of Eyes.
Emerson has well spoken of the eye
that threatens like a leveled rifle—how
often is it seen 1 You need not visit camps
to find it; the counting-room and the
office contain it quite as often, and
sometimes it is seeu even under crimps.
But the threatening eye is not to be con
founded with the commanding eye or the
wild beast eye. The last mentioned, the
most savage and inhuman of all, is seen
chiefly under the brows flushed or pale
from debauchery, and, according to cir
cumstances, it has a restless or fixed
glare. Then there is the cruel and treach
erous eye. This is peculiar and rather
less common. It is a cold gray—different
from the “intellectual gray”—with a dark
edge to the eyelid. There is none more
thoroughly repellent. Sometimes a
yellowish cat-like eye looks at you
saying: “I’ll deceive you at every oppor
tunity.” Other kinds are the secretive
eye, set so far back that you can not see
the expression, the foxy, the critical, the
loving, the sensual, &c. The list is long,
but of all the most common is the non
committal eye. So frequent is it that the
eye is greatly overrated as a general index
of character; we really form our judgment
from the rest of tho features. When you
have well mustered the different kinds of
eyes, then try to account for their differ
ences on anatomical principles. The com
ponents of an eye’s expression arc cer
tainly not numerous. There arc the color,
degree of openness, movement steady or
vacillating, &c. Can these material
elements alone account for the wonder
ful transparency you sometimes meet?
There are eyes which seem actually open
windows, in which the invisible spirit
sits and becomes visible to the earthly
sense of sight. —Miml and Nature.
Derivation of Niagara.
The word Niagara was probably de
rived from the Mohawks, through whom
the French had their first intercourse
with the Iroquois. Some controversy had
existed concerning its signification. The
Mohawks affirm it to mean neck, in allu
sion to its connecting the two lakes. It
is probably the same Iwith in the Neutral
and Mohawk languages, as they were
kindred dialects of i.ue generic tongue.-
Muyutine of Amerxron Dietary
In tin way of odd names the following
are a little eccentric. They are the nanu s
ol a family in McDuffie county, Ga.:
I/nty lid tiny, Adney Dctncy, Klkey Bet.
ney, Mulchy Klmey and Zebcdce Kedlt-y,
—Satuonuh Stitt.
BUDGET OF EON.
HUMOROUS SKETCHES PROM
Various sources.
A Waste of Time—Sour Grapes A
New Experience -- It Was a
Real One—He Could Sing—A
Scene Prom City Life.
Mother—“ What did young Mr. Tomp
kins say to you, Clara, last night, while
he was trying to button your glove?”
Clara (sadly)—“He said that the man
who would make a glove that wouldn’t
button easier than that, ought to lie
hanged.”
Mother—“ Well, I wouldn’t wasto any
more time there I”— Puck.
Sour Grapes.
A field hand one day found in his trap
a nice plump rabbit. He took him out
alive, held him under his arm, patted
him, and began to speculate on his quali
ties.
“Oh, how fat! berry fat! the fattest I
eber did see! Let me see how I’ll cook
him; I broil him! No, he so fat he lose
all de grease. I fry him. Ah, yes! he
so berry fat he fry himself. How fat he
be! No,' I won't fry him, I stew him!”
The thought of the savory stew made
the negro forget himself; and, in spread
ing out the feast in his imagination, his
arms relaxed, when suddenly off hopped
the rabbit, and, squatting at a goodly
distance away, he eyed his late owner
with cool composure.
The negro knew, of course, that thore
was an end of the stew; and, therefore,
summoning up all his philosophy, he thus
addressed the rabbit, as he shook his fist
at him: “You long-eared, white-whis
kered rascal, you not so berry fat, after
all!”— Youth's Companion.
A New Experience.
Fogg—“The most wonderful thing I
ever experienced 1”
Brown—“ What’s that’s so wonderful?"
Fogg—“l asked a railroad officer a
question about his road, and he answered
me promptly and frankly.”
Brown—“ That is rather queer. What;
did you ask him?”
Fogg—“l asked him if there was going
to be another train put on naxt week."
Brown—“And he said?”
Fogg—“Said he didn’t kuow."— Bos- •
ton Transcript.
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It Was a Real One.
I havo attended thcMardi Gras festivi- j
tics for the last thirty years, said a New !
Orleans man to a St. Louis Qlobe reporter,
but I never remember to have been so
amused as a dozen years ago, when I
went to the ball in company with a Gen
eral of the Quartermaster’s Department.
The General was a man of fine figure and
imposing bearing, and would have been
very handsome except Joe. the fact that
liis countenance was decorated by a nose
enormous in size, bulbous in shape, and
a deep purple in hue. While at the ball
the gallant officer fell in with a masked
lady of most graceful figure and car- |
riage, with whom he danced a number of
times, and finally requested, as a most l
particular favor, to unmask. After a
great deal of hesitation, the lady consent- '
ed, exhibiting to the General’s delighted
gaze features as pleasing as her figure.
After a few compliments had been paid
her, the lady said: “But, sir, you should
also unmask.” “Madam,” said the Gen
eral, “I am unmasked.” His companion
gazed at him with incredulity, but final
ly it began to dawn upon her that the rubi
cund and trunk-like proboscis attached
to her escort’s face was a work of nature
and not of art. With a shudder and a
little shiiek, she glided away, leaving the
General nearly mad with rage and indig
nation. He at once made his wuy to his
hotel, and never again was seen in New
Orleans.
He Could Hi uk.
Several years ago on one ot our north
ern bays, when, as yet, steamers were in
frequent visitors, a certain small boat
used to ply, touching at various points,
according as its freight or the weather
demanded.
The crew was somewhat limited, con
sisting of the captain, the first mate,
whose name was Barnabas, and the cook,
John, who, when stress of work required,
also acted as second mate.
John was an excellent cook and a fair
ly good sailor, but he was afflicted with
an impediment in his speech which made
him somewhat backward in expressing
himself, and was especially annoying, if,
for any reason, he became excited. At
such times the more he wanted to say
something the less he was able to say it.
Fortunately, however, he could sing as
straight as any one.
One day the Captain was below taking
anap, while Barnabas and John were run
ning the boat. A sudden squall hap
pened to come up, and a puff of wind
brought the boom around with such un
expected violence as to knock the unwary
Barnabas overboard. Thereupon John
rushed into the cabin in the wildest ex
citement to inform the Captain of what
had occurred, but. as usual, be was una
ble to get out a coherent sentence.
“B- b—b—b—”he stuttered, until the
Captain, in a rage, shouted:
“Thunderation 1 man, sing it, if you
eag],t say it,” and John, catching at the
happy suggestion, sang:
‘‘Overboard is Barnabas,
Hall' a mile astern of us.”
The boat was immediately put about
and the luckless Barnabas recovered.—
Detroit Free Preen.
Scene from City Idfie.
Hcsnk.— Ultra-faahionable restaurant. Nu
merous waiters standing around in pos
tures indicative of intense ennui. Enter
a youth and maiden. They are seated by
a waiter with the general appearance of
an exiled Count.
He (in a sprightly manner) —“Bo you
really won’t have anything but oysters?”
She (languidly)—“No, Choi ley, I’m not
hungry.”
He—“At least you will have a bottle of
Bass, as usual?”
She “Choi ley. I suppose you think
me perfectly horrid ——"
He (with it meltiug glance)—“That
would lie iiu|tnssihle.” (Waiter sighs
heavily.)
She “But I'd really like some chain
Cgne —Pominery Bec." (Waiter gaze* at
r with mild approval.)
Ha (striving to conceal hit dismay as
he reuiemltcni that he has only $1.19 In
his pocket)- “Why,certainly. Waiter!”
Writer—“Yessir.”
He—“ Blue points on the half-shell,
and a bottle of Pommery.”
Writer—“ Pint or quart, sir?"
He (ju desperation) “Quart, of
course.”
Waiter—“ Write your order. If you
please, sir.” (Inspiration seizes the
wretched youth. He writes the order,
and adds’these lines: “Have left my
pocket-book at home. Will call and set
tle to-morrow morning. Montgomery
Fresh.” Exit waiter with order.)
She—“ You look pale, Cholley. Areu’i
you well??’
He (seeing the proprietor of the restau
rant standing nt tnc other end of the hall,
the order in his hand, evidently “sizing
him up”)—“Oh, perfectly.”
She—“ This is a lovely place, isn't It,
Cholley?”
He—“ Just delightful.” (Enter waiter,
a faint smile upon his classic features.)
Waiter—“Very sorry, sir, but Mr. De
Cater says he couldn’t think of it, sir.
Our terms are cash, sir. where parties sue
not known;” (Youth swoons.) — Til-
Bite.
Raisins, Figs and Dates.
From Malaga come those tempting
boxes adorned with filigree and gift paper,
with colored medallions, dark eyed ser
vitors and courtlcts with exaggerated
pork-pic hats. Why we should call these
raisins muscatels nobody seems to know,
perhaps from the Muscat grape that the
Moors may have brought into Spain frbm
their African home. But they were
known to our forefathers as “ray-ions of
the sun.” And these “raysons of the
sun,” people credited with a kind of re
cuperative force. Always they formed
?art of the equipage of a last illness.
'he neat little table spread by the pa
tient’s bedside with saffron water and the
dish of “raysons of the sun,” with the
old family Bible reserved for such solemn
occasions, reminded the sufferer that he
or she had done with the ordinary fure of
mortal life. Sun-dried, indeed, should
these raisins he, and yet not so much
dried us distil led; the watery parts driven
off, and all the richer qualities of the
grape developed in nature’s alembic.
The best of lliesc raisins are dried upon
the vine. When the bunch is ripe the
stem is twisted, or partly sovered, and
then the fierce sun does the rest. Com
moner raisins are gathered and hung up
on strings in the sunshine, and, as they
dry, are scalded or dipped into lye, a
process which brings the saccharine par
ticles to the surface, when the fruit as
sumes its well-known slightly candied
appearance. The raisins without stones,
called sultanas, are from Smyrna, which,
otherwise, is more concerned with figs.
All around the Mediterranean coast tne
fig tree grows and flourishes; even in
England it is often found in old-fash
ioned gardens, in a shrubby form, trained
against the wall, and Worthing boasts of
fig gardens of unknown antiquity, whert
-the' fruit matures and ripens. But the
figs of the Levant bear the highest repu
tation, and here tho greatest care and
skill nre employed in growing and
harvesting the crop.
From tigs to dates the transition is not
violent, for the fig tree and the date-palm
may be found in the same landscape; but
the date-palm will grow on the sandiest
barren, if only there be moisture below,
to which its deeply-set roots can pene
trate. Egypt is tile favored country of
the date, and it is said that more than
two millions and a half of palms are there
registered as fruit-bearing trees, and as a
single tree will sometimes bear as much
as four hundredweight of dates—quoted
last year at fifty shillings in London, but
this year, from over-abundant supplies,
not worth half—it may be seen what an
important matter to the Egyptian fellah
is his date harvest. —All the Year Bound.
Legal Holidays.
New Year's day—ln all the States and
Territories except Arkansas, Delaware,
Georgia, Kentucky, Maine, Massachus
etts, New Hampshire, North and South
Carolina, and Rhode Island.
Anniversary of Battle of New Orleans,
Junuary B—ln Louisiana.
Lincoln’s birthday, February 12—In
Louisiana.
Washington’s birthday. February 22-
In all States and Territories except Ala
bama, Arkansas, Florida, Illinois, lowa,
Indiana, Kansas, Maine, Missouri, North
Carolina, Ohio, Texas, Oregon and Ten
nessee.
Shrove Tuesday, March I—ln Louis
iana and cities of Mobile, Montgomery
nnd Selma, Ala.
Anniversary of Texan Independence,
March 2 —ln Texas.
Fireman's Anniversary, March 4—ln
Louisiana.
Good Friday, April 15—In Florida,
Louisiana, Minnesota and Pennsylvania.
Memorial day, April 20—In Georgia.
Memorial day, May 20—In Colorado,
Massachusetts, Maine, Vermont, Connec
ticut, Michigan, New Hampshire, New
Jersey, Rhode Island, New York, Penn
sylvania and District of Columbia.
Battle of San Jacinto, April 21—In
Texas.
Fourth of .July—ln all States and Ter
ritories.
General election day,generally on Tues
day after first Monday in November—ln
California, Maine, Missouri, New Jersey,
New York, Oregon, South Carolina and
Wisconsin.
Thanksgiving day, usually last Thurs
day in November—ln all States and Ter
ritories.
Fast day, whenever appointed by the
Governors —In all States and Territo
ries.
Christmas day—ln all States and Terri
tories.
An Exploded Theory.
The old theory that plants are un
healthy in the bedroom is an exploded
one. It has been proved that they are
positively beneficial, particularly in cases
of invalids and consumptives,living plants
actually imparting oxygen, and moisture
to the atmosphere being particularly cor
rective in their influence when dry fur
nace heat must be depended upon.—De
troit Tribune.
The silver maple U a rapid growing
tree, often attaining a diameter of ten
tnclitw in ten years. It thrives well ou
windy soils, requires but little care, and
has few insect enemies.
There are more tlinn thirty-two miles
of shelves in the British Museum.
SPRING GREETINO.
All faintly through my sool Khl*'
As from a bell that far away
Is tinkled by some frolic fay,
Floateth a lovaly chiming.
Thou magic bell, to many a fell
And many a Winter eaddeoed dell,
Thy tongue a tale of Spring dbth tell.
Too passionate amt for rhyming.
Chime out, thou little song of Spring,
Float in the blue skiee lavishing,
Thy song of Ufe a joy doth bring
That's street, albeit fleeting.
Float on Spring winds e’en to my horn
And when thou to a rooe shall come
That hath begun to show her bloom,
Say, I send her greeting.
—Sydney Lanier
PITH POINT.
The best thing on record is the deed of
a corner lot.— Puck.
Warfare— Corned beef and hard tack.
—Merchant Traveler.
Boss has named his dog “Wellington,”
because of the animal’s proficiency ia
rending a bone apart.— Boston Transcript.
The man who would pick another man’s
pocket would write an anonymous com
munication to a newspaper.— Lowell Citi-
In the Alps: Guide— “lf the ladies
will only stop talking your honor may
hear the roaring of the waterfall across
the valley.”— Fliegende Blaetter.
The baby sucks its dexter finger,
East and West and North and South;
And so the thought must with us linger.
The baby lives from hand to mouth.
—Puck.
In ancient times kissing a pretty girl
was a cure for the toothache. “It is
difficult to improve upon some of those
old-time remedies,” sagely remarks the
Norristown Herald.
Manners: In the dining-room of re
spectable society it is not considered
correct to put your fingers into the plate
before you. But at church, into the plate
that is set before you, all are expected to
put their alms.— Punch.
A Burlington boy confided to his
Sunday School teacher that he had no
desire to walk in his father’s footsteps,
and being pressed for the reason finally
admitted that it was because his father
toed in.— Burlington Free Press.
“Rain-lnthc-Face,” one of the Indians
who killed Custer, wants to goto school.
He will soon change his name to “Hril
on-the-Bnck,” then, unless boys and
teachers have changed marvelously since
this witness used to miss four leasons a
week. — Burdette.
Chickens Artificially Raised.
“For my part I don’t see why Dr. Ed
son seizes afl the bob veal and leaves all
the spring chickens,” said a_ veal dealer
who had just lost a morning’s profit
through the visit of a lynx-eyed inspec
tor. .
“Why do you class the two together 1
inquired the reporter.
■'fcuw one is just as immature iurth*
other, and if young veal is unfit for food
so are young chickens. Take for instance
the eggs hatched by incubators. Any
poultry expert will tell you that the flesli
of the artificially hatched chicken is w
insipid as a snowball, and yet people are
willing to pay $3 a pair for them. The
incubator folly is, however, less preva
lent than it was a few years ago, and
fewer people are ruined. It is fair to HJ
that each year, for the past ten years,
$1,000,000 have been lost by persons who
believed that there was a fortune in hatch
ing eggs with the aid of kerosene oil.
“Ten years ago a gentleman of this
city bought a farm up the Hudson and
spared no expense in attempting to make
it a success of artificial chicken raising.
He sunk $50,000 in the enterprise and
gave it up as a failure. Last year a promi
nent type foundry man of this city became
infatuated with the incubator craze, sold
his snug home in Harlem, bought a place
out near Paterson, N. .1., and witn his
family started to hatch chickens with the
aid of an incubator. The incubator cost
S2OO. He spent $25 in kerosene oiL $22
in eggs, and hatched out two dozen chick
ens. Seventeen of them died with the
pip. His family became disgusted and
left him on the farm with the incubator,
the pig and a cow. He couldn’t milk the
cow nor cook a meal, and when he wrote
to the incubator people asking them to
take the machine back they offered him
sls for it. An old hen, aided by nature
and warm weather, will knock out the in
cubator in short order, and besides the
chickens will live and have some flavor to
them.”— New York Sun.
Phenomenal Musical Precocity. '
Not long ago the first prize at the
Paris Conservatory of Music was won by
a girl named Renie, who is ten years
old, and was so small that the pedals of
the piano had to be raised in order that
she might l>c able to reach them. Juliette
Roue is the name of an eight-year old
artist who has won the first piano prize in
a competition at Namur, Belgium. In
several German cities Joseph Hoffman, of
Warsaw, has given a very successful
series of concerts; he is nine years old
and has performed several strong compo
sitions of his own in his concerts. Henry
Varteau, of Rheims, not yet eleven years
old, has been making a brilliant concert
tour along the Rhine. The Hagel sisters
have given concerts in the German cities
of Bamberg, Erfurth and Nordhausen.
The youngest of these sisters, six years
old, plays the violin; the second, seven
years old’ is a performer of talent on the
’cello; and the oldest, eight years old,
plays the piano.— Boston lYamcript.
Migration of an Entire Tillage.
There is a charming Arcadian village
called I.a Tour, situated near Privas, in
the Southern Department of Ardeche,
which has liecome uninhabitable, owing
to the vast number of crimes that have
been committed therein of late. A short
time ago a widow named Roche was mur
dered there by her nephew and niece
after she had made her will in their favor,
and not long afterward two small fanners
quarreled with each other over a small
strip of ground which each claimed as
his own. The dispute was adjusted by
one of the improvised litigants kicking
the viscera out of hit antagonist ana
leaving him for dead on the Held.
The inhabitants of La Tour, terrified at
the epidemic of crime which has swept
over their oncc-peaceful hamlet, have left
their homes in a body and migrated to
less blood-stained region*. London T4+
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NO. 12.