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VOL XII. ELLIJAY COURIER rUBUBHXD EVERY THURSDAY . —T— 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. . -i I 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+ gropA NO. 12.