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VOL Xll.
ELLUAY COURIER.
PUBLBKBD EVERY THUBSDAY
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COLEMAN A KIRBY.
GENERULDIRECTORY.
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
m each month.
TOWN COUNCIL.
E. W. Coleman, Intendant.
-L. B. Greer,
■J. W. Ilipp, „
,1. P. Cobb, Jr. Commissioners.
T. J. Long,
W. H. Foster, Marshal.
REI.tGtOUS SERVICES.
Methodist Episco|ial Church South—
Evwry 3d Sunday and Saturday before.
- W. Qriner.
Baptist Church—Every 2nd and 4f,
'Sunday, by ltev. E, B. Shope.
Met ho ist Episcopal Church—Every
Ist Saturday and Sunday, by Rev. T. G,
< basev.
FRATERNAL RECORD.
Oak Bowery Lodge, No. 81, F. A. M.,
’ iccti Ist Friday in each month.
L. 15 Greer, W. M.
T. H. Tabor, S. W.
Ji. W. Ilipp, J. W.
Kt. Z. Roberts, Treasurer.
1). Gttrien.S ccretary.
W. S. Coleman, S. D.
'V. 0. Allen, J. D.
s - Garrcn, Tyler.
R. T. PICKENS.
attorney at law,
ELLIJAY, GEORGIA.
"'ill practice in all the conrts of Gil
m t and adjoining counties. Estates
ad interest in land a specialty. Prompt
H'teutioii given to all collections.
DR. J. R. JOHNSON,
Physician and Surgeon
ELLIJAY, GEORGIA.
Tenders his professional services to the
people of Gilmer and surrounding coun
t.ee and asks the support of his friends as
heretofore. All calls promptly filled.
E. W. COLEMAN,
attorney at law,
EIJ.uaY. OA.
ill praetiei! in B a Ki K • Circuit. C< ant.
:' "" i Mil ~i ■ ■ihucr Cnnniy. 1.-oj
smisiiicim oiicilrd. •‘PiomptiiSMi" i. our mut.u,
DR. J. S. TANKCRSIEY.
Physician and Surgeon,
Tend-ts his professional services to the uiti
*ens of Ellijsy, Qilmcr and surroanding conn
*WH. Alt calls promptly attend .1 to. Office
rpataira over the firm of Cobb A Son.
H'FI WALDO THORNTON, D.D.S.
DEN'I'IST,
Calhoun, Ua.
ill visit Ellijay and Morgnnton at
both the Spring and Fall term of (lie
Superior Court—and oftener by special
contract, when sufficient work is guar
enteed to justify me in making ibo vis t.
Address as above. Tmavil 1*
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VOICES OF THE BELLS
l heard the bells at dawn of day,
Beyond the hills, far blue,
“The world Ik fair," they seemed to say,
“And everywhere the flowers of May
Are blossoming for you.”
Blithe bells of morn! My pulses thrill,
Jbr in my heart I hear them stiff.
1 heard the bells above my head
Clang out at noon again;
And “Work, work, work!” they harshly said,
“The dewy hours of morn have fled,
Toil on, O sons of men!”
Discordant bells, that sorely fret
The weary soul with cares beset.
I heard the bells at eventide
The vesper hour chime low;
The day was done, and side by side
The weary toilers far and wide
‘All homeward seemed to go.
Sweet vesper bells, your tone is best.
Mom fled, toil done, and God confessed.
— Gussie Packard Du Bois, in Current.
DENIS,
A STORY FROM THE FRENCH,
Monsieur Marambot opened the letter
his servant Denis brought him, and
smiled.
Denis, who had been in his employ for
twenty years—a little, jolly, thickset
man, who was constantly referred to,
through all the Country round, as the
very model of a valet—queried:
“Monsieur is happy? Monsieur has re
ceived some good news?”
Monsieur Marambot was not rich. He
was a bachelor, and had been a village
druggist for many years. He now lived
on the small revenue made with great dif
ficulty by selling medicines to the coun
try people. He answered:
“Yes, my boy. Old Malois does not
Want to go into court, and to-morrow I
Will get my money._ Five thousand francs
Will help an old bachelor along pretty
well.”
And M. Marambot rubbed his hands
together. He was a man of rather re
signed character, not particularly joval—
incapable of anything like sustained ef
fort, and quite indifferent about his own
affairs.
He might easily have made a better
living by taking advantage of the death
of certain fellow-druggists, who had
stores well-situated in large centres, to
take one of the vacant businesses and so
assure himself of a lucrative custom. But
the trouble of moving, and the thought
of all the other things he would have to
do, always prevented it, and after think
ing over the matter for a day or two, he
would merely say:
“Ah! bah! Next time I’ll really think
about it. One loses nothing by waiting,
anyhow. Perhaps I’ll get a still better
chance.”
Denis, on the contrary, was always
urging his master to attempt something.
Naturally energetic, lie would declare:
. “Oh! as for me, if I just had the cap
ital to start with, I would have made a
fortune. Only a thousand francs, and
Pd make my way soon enough.”
M. Marambot smiled without replying,
went into his little-garden, and walked
up and down with his hands behind him,
in a revery.
Denis, all day long, sang ballads and
country songs, as if he were in an un
commonly gooi l humor. lie even showed
unusual activity ; for he cleaned all the
window panes in the house, singing at
the top of his voice while he wiped the
glass.
Astonished at his zeal, M. Marambot
said to him several times, with a smile:
“If you keep on working like that,
my boy, you will have nothing to do to
morrow.”
Next morning, about nine o’clock, the
postmaster handed Denis four letters for
his master, one of which was very heavy.
M. Marambot at once locked himself up
in his room, and remained there until
late in the afternoon. He then entrust
ed his servant with four letters for the
Sost. One or them was addressed to M.
lalois; it was, no doubt, an acknowl
edgement of money received.
Denis asked his master no questions;
he seemed to be that day as melancholy
and sullen as he had been merry the
evening before.
Night, came. M. Marambot went to
bed at his usual hour, and slept.
He was awakened by a singular noise.
He sat up at once in bis bed and listened.
But all at once his bedroom door opened,
and Denis appeared on the scene,holding
a candle in one hand and a kitchen-knife
in the other; his eyes wild and fixed; his
lips compressed as if under the influence
of some terrible emotion, and his face so
pale that he looked like a ghost.
Monsieur Marambot, at first stricken
dumb with astonishment, concluded that
Denis was walking in his sleep, and he
got up to intercept liim, when Denis
suddenly blew out the light and made a
rush for the bed. His master instinct
ively put out his hands to save himself
from the shock of the encounter, which
flung him upon bis back, and then he
tried to seize the hauds of the domestic,
who seemed "to havfe become elemented,
and who was striking at him with all his
might.
The first blow of the knife - struck him
in the shoulder; the second blow he re
ceived in his forehead, the third in his
chest. He struggled frantically, putting
out his hands in the dark, and kicking
out with his feet, shouting:
“Denis! Denis!—are you mad? Den
ial What are you doing? Denis!”
But Denis, panting with his efforts,
still kept striking, became more and
more furious; sometimes a kick or a
blow would fling him back, but he al
ways rushed on again, wildly. Monsieur
Marambot received two more wounds—
one in the leg and one in the abdomen.
But a sudden thought came to him, and
he screamed out:
“Stop, Denis, stop! I have not yet
got my money!”
The man at once stopped striking.
Monsieur Marambot could hear him
panting in the dark.
M. Marambot spoke again:
“I have not yet got a cent. M. Malois
has gone back on his word; the case is
going before the courts; that is why
you took those letters to the post. You
had better read the letters lying on my
desk.”
And, with a supreme effort, he man
aged lo gi t hold of the matches on the
table and to strike a light.
lie was covered with blood. Jets of
it had SjuttU-red the wall The sheets,
the bed curtains—everything was red.
••A HAP or BUST Lirm-ITS FLUCTUATIONS ABB ITS FAST COBVKUNS."
ELLUAY. GA.. THURSDAY, AUGUST 18. 1887.
Denis, also bloody from head to foot,
was standing in the middle of the room.
When he saw all this, Monsieur Mar
ambot thought it was all over with him,
ahd became unconscious.
He came to himself again at daylight.
It took him some little time to collect his
senses—to understand—to remember.
But suddenly the recollection of the at
tempt and tlic sensation Of his wounds
came to him, Snd so intense a fear todk
possession of him that he Shut his eyes
so as not to se@ anything. At the ehd of
a few minutes his terror calmed, and he
began to think. He had not died from
the blows—therefore he had some chance
of living. He felt we&H —very, weak,
but had no violent pain, though he felt a
soreness At various points of his body,
as of severe pinching. He also felt very
chilly, and wet, and compressed, as if he
had been tightly swathed with bandages,
lie thought the hutfildiQr must beblood;
and a shudder passed through him at the
thought of all that red fluid which had
issued from his own veins in such quan
tity as to wet his bed. The idea of hav
ing to see that awful sight again, com
pletely upset him, and he shut his ©yes
as tightly as he could, as if afraid they
might open in spite of him.
What had become of Denis? He must
have run away.
But what was he, Marambot, now
going to do? To get up, and call for
help? Why, if he were to make the
least movement, all his wounds would
certainly break open again, and he would
die from loss of blood.
All of a sudden he heard his bedroom
pushed open. His heart almost stopped.
That was certainly Denis coming back
to finish him. Ho tried to hoTd his
breath so that the murderer would think
he was really dead—tljat the job was
thoroughly done.
He felt the sheet pulled off—then felt
someone feeling his abdomen. A sharp
pain near his hip made him start, NpW
he felt somebody washing his wbUnd—
very gently—with cold water. There
fore, the crime must have been discov
ered, and they were attending to his
wounds; he was being nursed. A wild
joy came on him; but through a linger
ing sense of prudence, he tried not to
show that he was conscious, and he half
opened one eye, only one, with ever so
many precautions.
He recognized Denis standing beside
him—Denis himself! Good Lord! He
shuts his eyes again forthwith.
Denis 1 What on earth was he doing?
What did he want? What frightful pro
ject was he now endeavoring to accom
plish?
Wiiat was he doing? Why, he was
washing him simply to hide all traces of
the crime. And now, perhaps, he would
bury him ten feet deep in the garden, so
that nobody could ever find him. Or
else, perhaps, in the cellar under the
piace where the bottles of choice wine
were kept.
.And M. Marambot began to tremble so
much that every limb shook. v
lie thought: “IT is all up with me—
all up with me I” He shut his eye not
to s.ce the last blow of the knife coming.
It did not come. Denis was now lifting
him, and binding his wounds with some
linen. Then ho begin to bind the wound
in the leg, very carefully, as he had
learned to do when his inaster was a
druggist.
There could be no more doubt in the
mind of any one who knew the business.
The servant, after having tried to kill
him, was now trying to save him.
Then, in a dying voice, M. Marambot
gave him this piece of practical counsel:
“The washing and dressing ought to
bo done with carbolic acid and diluted
with soap and water.”
Denis answered:
“That’s what I’m doing, monsieur.”
M. Marambot opened both his eyes.
There was no trace of blood now, either
in the bed or on the wall, or in the room
or upon the person of the assassin. The
wounded man was lying upon clean white
sheets.
The two men looked at one another.
Finally M. Marambot said, very gently:
“You have committed a crime.”
Denis replied:
“I am trying to make reparation for it,
monsieur. If you promise not to de
nounce me, I will continue to serve you
as faithfully as in the past.”
Well, it was not the most propitious
time to argue with his servant. M. Mar
ambot, as he closed his eyes again artic
ulated :
“I swear to you that I will never de
nounce you.”
Denis saved his master. He passed
whole nights and days without sleep,
never leaving the patient’s room a mo
ment—preparing lotions, mixing medi
cines, giving doses, feeling his master's
pulse, counting it anxiously—managing
the case with the skill of a professional
nurse and the devotion of a son.
Every minute or two he would asked:
“Well, monsieur, how do you feel now?”
Monsieur Marambot would reply, fee
bly: “A little better, my boy, thank you.”
And often, when the wounded man
awoke in the night, be would see his
turse weeping silently, as he sat in his
arm-chair by the bed, and wiping his
eyes.
Never in his life had the old druggist
been so well cared for—so much petted
and caressed. At first he said to him
self, “Just so soon as I get well, I’ll
get rid of the rascal.” But when he was
fully convalescent he kept putting off the
man’s dismissal from day to day.
He thought to himself that no other
person would ever show him so much at
tention or bestow upon him so much
care. He had a hold on the man now—
could control him by fear— and even he
told him that lie had made a will and de
posited it with a notary, in which will
was a statement denouncing Denis in case
anything should occur.
This precaution seemed to assure him
against any further attempt on his life;
and then he began to ask himself whether
it would not lie better to keep the man
anyhow, as he could thus keep a better
watch over his future actions.
He found it as impossible to make up
his mind about this matter, as he lisa
found it formerly ini possible to decide
whether to open a drug store or not.
“Well, there’s time enough to think
about that," he would aay to himself.
Meanwhile Denis continued to show
himself to Ire a imi-fect domestic. M.
Marambot got well, lie kept Denis.
Hut one morning, just as he had fin
ished breakfast, lie suddenly heard a
great noise in the kitchen, lie ran
thither, and saw Denis struggling in the
grasp of two gendarmes.
One of the officers b- uatt to take notes
in A note-book.
As soon as lie saw his master, the ser
vant sobbed out:
“You denounced me monsieur!—after
all your promises! That is not right.
You broke your word of houor. M. Ma
rambotl—that was nut right!— that was
not right?’ 1
Monsieur Maramlmt,utterly astoiiiulbU;
and greatly pained At beifig suspected,
lifted Up his hand, and said:
“I swear to you, bef-rc God, my boy,
that I never denounced you. I have not
even got the faintest idea how these police
men over heard of the Attempt to murder
toe!”
Tho one who wps taking notes, gave a
start:
“What I you say he tried to murder
you, Mr Marambot ?”
More and more confused, the. druggist
Aiiswerba • - ,
“Whf, yes—.but I never denounced
him—never said a word about it—-Y sircar
I never said a word-—He served" me very
well ever since.”
The officer severely replied:
note down your Sp'tcmeiit. Justice
will take full cognizing', of this new fact,
which Was not known Fib us before, Mon
sieiir Marambot. 1 was simply ordered to
arrest your servant for stealing two ducks
from Monsieur Duhamel; we have wit
nesses to prove the theft. Sorry, Monsieur
Marambot; I shall testify to what you
have just said.”
Then turning to the gendarmes, he
said:
“Takehim along,”
They took Denis along.
the attorney for the defendant entered
a plea Of insanity—using the two differ
ent charges to make a case for his client.
lie proved clearly that the theft of tho
two ducks must have been performed in
the same mental condition which caused
the eight knife-stabs to have been in
flicted. Upon M. Marambot. lie made A
Very fine analysis of nil the different
phases of this mental aberration, which,
lie felt sure, he said, would yield to a
few week’s judicious medical treatment
in a good private asylum. He spoke en
thusiastically of the continuous self-de-
VotiOn of this honest, servant—the un
ceasing care he had bestowed upon tho
employer he had wounded in a moment
of mental aberration.
Monsieur Marambot, painfully im
pressed by the awful recollection of that
night, felt the tears rise to his eyes.
The shrewd lawyer noticed it—spread
out his arms with a great gesture, waved
the long black sleeves of his robe like
bats’ wings, and in a sonorous
tone :
“Look! look! look! gentlemen of the
juryl—look at-those.tears 1 What more
need I now Say in behalf of my client?
What Argument, what discourse, what rea
soning could weigh against the evidence
of those tears of his own master ? Those
tears plead louder than my voice—they
plead louder than the voice of the law—
they cry out forpardon for the madness
of a moment! They they ab
solve; they bless!”
He held his peaco, and sat down.
Turning to Marambot, whose testi
mony had been all in favor of Denis, the
Judge asked:
“But in any event, sir—even admit
ting that you believe this man to be in
sane—l cannot understand your reason
for keeping him in your employ. He
was, under all circumstances, dangerous.”
Marambot replied, wiping his eyes;
“What else could I do, your Honor?—
it is so hard to find servants nowadays.
I might have found worse.”
Denis was acquitted and sent to an
insane asylum, at his master’s expense.—
New Orleans Times-Democrat.
Buying A Sst of Clothes.
Fogg was going to buy anew suit, and
Mrs. F. very kindly offered to accompany
him. Arrived at the store a salesman
approached with his business smirk. “I
want a suit of clothes,” said Fogg ab
ruptly. Mrs. F.—“ Something not too
expensive, you know.” “Yes’m” replied
thu salesman, turning his attention to the
lady and utterly ignoring Fogg. Mrs. F.
(examining cloth) —“Do you think this
will match his complexion?” Salesman
“Admirably! Couldn’t suit it better.”
Mrs. F.—“Do you think so? How fortu
nate, I’m sure! But won’t this fade?”
Salesman—“ Not a particle. I wore one
like it five years, and it didn’t change
color in the least.” Mrs. F.—“And will
it wash?” Salesman—“ Perfectly.” Mrs.
F.—“ Well, you may cut off a sample.
What else have you?” The same cate
chism is repeated half a score of times,
and the Foggs retire; Mrs. F. radiant, as
one should lie who has done a great
work, and Fogg, looking sour, sad and
discontented. Mrs. F. (on the street) —
“Now, David, I'll take these home and
wash ’em out, so's to be sure the colors
tire fast, and then I'll take them over to
•Sirs. Brown's and see what she says.
She's a great judge, you know. And if
she likes them, and aunt Kate thinks
they’ll be becoming, and Mrs. Black says
they aren’t too young for you, we will
come again and decide.” — Button Tran
script.
Treatment of Balky Horses. „
The Farmer's Gazette (Ireland) gives
the following different ways of treating
balky horses, which are recommended for
trial:
First, pat the horse on the neck, examine
him carefully, first one side, then the
other; if you can get him a handful of
grass, give it to him, and speak encour
agingly to him. Then jump into the
wagon, and give the word go. and he
will generally obey. Second, takingthe
horse out of the shafts, and turning him
around in a circle until he is giddy, will
generally start him. Third, another way
to cure a balky horse is, place your hand
over his nose and shut oil his wind until
he wants to go. Fourth, then, again,
take a couple of turns of stout twine
around the fore legs, just below tiie knee,
tight enough for the horse to feel it; tie
in a how knot. At the first cliek he will
probably go daneitigoff. After going a
short distance you can get out and re
move the string, to prevent injury to the
tendons. Fifth, again, you ran try the
following: Take the tail of the horse
between the hind legs, and tie it by a
cord to the saddle girth. Sixth, the last
remedy I know, iaua follows: Tie astring
around the horse's ear, close to the head.
Thia will divert his attention, and start
him.
True gladness doth not a! ■ tvs . ;
joy bred and boru but in tl.c ,g u j
weak.
BUDGET OF FUN.
HUMOROUS SKETCHES KltOSl
VARIOUS SOURCES.
Hr Was Disappointed—A Tough’s
Mistake—Guessed It tlie First
Time—The Bull Was Mas
ter There ldle-, Etc.
Hotel Clerk—“ Well, how do you like
New York?”
Western Guest—“ Too slowt”
Hotel Clerk—“ToO slow I Merciful
heavens! what did you expect td see
here?"
Western Guest—“A lynching every ten
minutes. I was informed that this was
a humping town, I tell you, stranger,
I’m disappointed. You just want to
come West if you want to see civilization
at its height. Tid-Bils.
A Tough’s Mistake.
“I haven’t a fair show,” said a tough
whom a policeman in the northern part
of tho city was ordering to move on. “I
Can’t fight yon in your official capacity.
If you were only a citizen for a few min
utes!”
“Consider me a citizen,” replied the
officer, as he laid down his baton and re
moved his badge.
An internal of forty seconds elapsed,
and as the tough hitched nearer the
fence to get a brace for his back he
wearily observed:
“Say! there is some mistake 1 1 guess
I got the capacities mixed up I”— Detroit
Free l*rm.
Guessed It the First Time.
Mrs. De I’orque has a daughter who is
now sufficiently advanced in years to be a
source of considerable worry to her
tnamtnn. Billy Bliven who hasa way o
expressing himself in an exceedingly
blunt and sometimes embarrassing taAn
ner, was calling there the other evening
and reciting his plans for the summer.
“Y r es, lam goingout among the lakes,
fishing,” said Billy. “I always go fish
ing In the summer.”
“Mamma and I are going to the sea
shore,” said Miss De Porque.
“Indeed,” said Billy, abstractedly,
“are you going fishing, iooV'—Merchant-
Traveler.
The Bull Was Master There.
A formidable band of bailiffs visited
recently one of the largest farms in the
district of North Wales now disturbed
by the tithe war. On presenting them
selves at the door of the houso the bail
iffs inquired from the servant if her mas
ter was home. “No, he is not,” answered
the servant. “Is your mistress in?”
“Yes, she is. Do you want to see hot?”
Upon this the mistress of the house, a
smart, sprightly woman, made her ap
pearance. “Is the master in?" again in
quired the bailiffs. “O, yes, sure," was
tho ready reply; “would you like a.to
send him to you?” “If you please,
missus,” answered the bailiffs. “Will
you go into tho yard and he will be with
you directly.”
The farmer’s wife then closed the front
door and passed through the back to the
farm buildings and unloosed the bull,
which came roaring into the yard where
the bailiffs were awaiting the “master.”
“There, that is the master here,” called
out the dame, as the representatives of
the Ecclesiastical Commissioners beat a
hasty retreat, mounting the gate and
fence with the greatest alacrity.— Bt.
James's Gazette.
He Meant No Offence.
“Sayl you!” he called as he stood on
the postoffice steps.
Avery solid man halted in his tracks
until the other came up.
“Calling to me?” he queried.
“Yes, sir. I)q you notice my hair?
It’s a sort of grizzly-gray which makes
me look teh years older than 1 really
“What have I got to do with your
hair, sir?” demanded the other.
“I happened to stand beside you in the
postoflice, and no ”
“Suppose you did stand beside me in
the postoffice 1”
“I saw that you wcrc’aman of about
sixty years old, but as you had ’*
“Suppose I am sixty!”
“But as you had dyed your hair you
didn’t look a day over forty-five. What
I want is tho name of the dye you use.
You will excuse me, but I ”
He was excused, lie know he was by
the way the other raised his cane and
jumped at him and offered to mop the
street with him for two cents.— Detroit
Free Press.
A —
No Money In the Boom.
“Is your boom about over here?” asked
a stranger of a man standing on the depot
platform in a Dakota town.
“W-e-1-1,” answered the native,doubt
fully, “Idunno; it depends on how you
look at it.”
“How’s that?”
“W’) ( we’re boomin’ just as hard as
ever, but outside capitalists ’pear to be
gettin’ sorter tired. There ain’t much
money in that kind o’ boomin’, you
know.”
“What are you people doing?”
“Oh, we’re just boomin’, that’s all,
just simply boomin’. Yesterday we or
ganized two new railroad companies an’
another Board o’ Trade an’ incorporated
a company for manufacturin’balloons an’
’nother for nmkin’ paper collars, but’s I
said, there ain’t no money in it.”
“The kind that pays is about over
then?”
“Well, I reckon so, for this summer.
We can plat more additions further out
any time there seems to be a call for ’em,
but tilings are so quiet in Rome that are
alneady out that we haven’t the heart to
do it. There’s a good crop o’ whent
growin’on Central addition, an’ a power
ful fine outlook lor corn in the public
park an’on Court Mouse square, while
the men who are farmin’ the college
grounds and custom house block are
kickin’ ’cause they am so far from mar
ket . I reckon we'll have to lay kind ’o
low till next spring and then discover
iron ore over in that hill.”— Dakota Bell.
Pleasant for Burnley.
“Come up to the house, Dander,” said
Robinson, ‘ and take dinner with me.”
“Will Mrs. Robinson export me?"
“No, that's the I amity of it. Her
mother is paying us s long visit, and I
want to make tbs old lady msd. ” —Asm
fork Hum.
kclskHold matters.
Care of Linen.
Onee a year, even the most frugal
housewife should replenish her linen
closet, and add to her store at feast the
furnishing of one bed and A dozen tow
els. In this way the stock is not allowed
to run out.
Old sheets may be cut up into crib
sheets, and the soft linen rags laid away
for use In case of Illness.
A sefise of satisfaction accompanies
tho putting to rights of the linen closet,
and, even when an old chest has to serve
as a receptacle for house linen, the re
filling and repacking of chest or box is
work that should be done.
Rhubarb—How to Prepare It.
Cut tho stems into pieces an inch In
length, after scraping off any of the
outer skin that is the least tough. Allow
a half pound of white sugar to a pound
of the rhubarb, and, adding a half pint
of water, put them all together over the
tire, in a serial!, porcelain-lined kettle,
and let them stew until render, A fla
voring of lemon rind and julee f is a
great improvement to rhubarb, and ren -
ders it almost equal to green gooseber
ries stewed. In order to preserve the
§rcen color, keep the lid of the kettle on
uring steWing.
Rhubarb Tart: Cttt the stalks id
lengths of two inches, and take off the
thin skin. If you have a hot hearth (ay
them in a dish id cover with a thin
syrup of sugar and water, made in the
proportion of a half pound of sugar to a
half pint of water; cover the dish closely,
and let it simmer very slowly an hour; a
block-tin sauce-pan may also lie used for
the purpose. Having prepared some nice
puff-paste fill some patty-pans with it,
bake, and when Cool, plnce on china
dishes, and fill with the stewed rhubarb.
Do not forget to stew with the rhubarb
some shredded lemon peel, and add when
done a little of the juice of the lemon
also. —American Agricalturiet.
Useful Hints.
Tissue or printing paper 4s the best
thing for polishing glass or tinware.
If gilt frames, when new, are covered
with a coat of white varnish, all specks
can be Washed off with water without,
harm.
In beating cake, beat from (he bottom
of the mixing bowl with a wood spootl,
bringing it up high witli each stroke, and
as soon n8 the ingredients are fairly and
smoothly mixed, stop beating or your
eako wi.l be tough.
Sing to your children, if you can turn
a tune. It is worth your while to culti
vate your voice now, if you never did it
before. Nowhere else—perhaps not even
in heaven—will you have such loving and
generous audience.
It is a great mistake to clean brass ar
ticles with acid, as they very soon be
come dull after such treatment. Sweet
oil and putty poWdor, followed by soap
and water, is one of the best mediums
for brightening brass and copper.
Fine Wood cabinets should be wiped
out with a soft cloth; the corners espe
cially may be brushed with a small hair
whisk. If the surface has been polished
and has grown dull with age or use, a
very little linseed oil on a woolen rag
may be used to go over it.
Do not hang a canary bird over five
teet from the floor. This gives an average
temperature and a purity of air. When
ventilating a room see that the bird is not
in a draught. When hung out of doors
have a part of the cage in the shaije, so
that tho bird may have a retreat, if ho
chooses to take it, from the sun,
Flies are a great nuisance—but a puri
fier. They Use up all thu little particles
of filth, and render many apartments
comparatively healthful WUiJi without
them would be unfit to live in. t4o in
shutting out flies great care should be
taken to still secure the best of ventila
tion, and preserve everything in the most
perfect neatness.
To keep cut flowers fresh, In the even
ing lay them in a shallow pan or bowl
with their stems in a very little water,
and cover the receptacle with a damp
towel, one just wrung out of water, in
the morning the flowers can be arranged
in vases for the day, Tito stems can be
cut from day to day, Flowers treated
in this manner can be kept from one to
two weeks, and sometimes even longer.
Fighting Crickets.
“We have cricket fighting With little
black bugs,” said a Chinaman to a
Cincinnati Enquirer reporter. “It’s rare
sport. The bugs are caught in hills by
pouring water into (heir holes or putting
a fruit called dragon’s eye in front of the
hole. The best fighters are those that
chirp the loudest. They keep them in
earthen pots with a little water and
some mould, and leed them on two kinds
of fish, tnan-yu and kut-yi,. They are fed
on honey to give them strength, and for
two hours a female is put in with the
male.”
“How do you fight them?”
“In a ))it or tub called lip, and they
are matched according to size and color.
They bet very heavy on them sometimes,
and when a cricket has won many
victories he is called fthon-lip, and if it
dies they put it in a small silver coffin and
bury it. Its owner thinks this brings
good luck, and that good fighting
crickets will be found in the neighbor
hood where the cricket is buried.”
Customs of the Comoro Islands.
The Island of Johanna, Comoro Isl
ands, has some very peculiar customs.
The natives are jet black, but neat and
clean. Girls after marriage ure not al
lowed on the streets ut all, and can see no
one but their husbands. Rich men are
allowed four wives, poor men one. When
a poor man gets poorer he can sell a half
share in his wife for so mucli money,
formulated l>y law. A native lielle be
fore her marriage makes a fine display on
the fashionable streets of Johanna in this
rig: A red calico Mother Hubbard gown,
printed witli a pattern of banana leaves,
reaching to her knees; no shoes nor
stockings, and for head gear a wide
rimmed, blue china teacup, worn with
the handle on one side for convenience
in taking off. —Boston Journal.
Fond mother with baby “lin doe
look so like his father, doesn't he?” Mr.
R. “Yea, but 1 shmildu't mind that, *>
long as ks is healthy. ” —Earn York Hun.
On OOLZJIB Bar Asm*, Xb A4vmms>
THE BABY.
The little tot’ring baby test, -
With faltering steps and alow.
With [tattering echoes soft and sweut
Into my heart they go;
They also go in grimy pi*/*,
In muddy pools and dusty ways,
Thro through the bouse in trackful mam
They wander to and fro.
The baby hands that clasp my neck
With touches dear to me,
Are the same hands that smash and wreck
The inkstand foul to sen;
They pound the mirror With a cane,
They rend *be manuscript fn twain.
Widespread destruction they ordain
In wasteful Jubilco.
The dreamy, munn’ring baby voice
That coos its little tune,
That makes my listening heart rejoice
Like birds in leafy June,
Can woke at midnight dark and stiff.
And all the air with howling fill.
That splits the ear with echoes shrill
Like cornets out of tune.
— Burdette, in Brooklyn Eagle.
PITHAND_ POINT.
Half A dozen dresses do not make •
woman, but they often break a man.
Chicago Mail.
A man without brains frequently has
the most imposing headstone when he is
dead.— Picayune. 7s*;
There is a great difference between a
musket and a domestic. A musket, for
instance, never kicks until it goes off.—
Stateeman.
When Freedom frogi her mountain height
First looked from shore to shore,
She never dreamed a lady’s hat \- g
Would cost an X or more.
—Ddnsrille Breeze
An exchange states that the male wasp
does not sting. This is gratifying to
know, especially after the female has left
a venomed splinter in one’s anatomy.—
Siftingt.
Strange that man should have been
given two ears and one tongue, when, as
ovenrbody knows, he would rather talk
all day than listen five minutes. Baton
Traneeript.
A Frenchman in London claftns to
have discovered a certain root which
allays hunger and thirst. Ho probably
refers to tho root of all ovifc-r —Bottom
I'rantaript.
“One swallow,” pathetically but not
originally, Mttbarks an exchange, “does
not make a summer." True. But several
swallows may bring about a fall.— Peoria
Traneeript. V
Those two celebrated preachers, Rev,
Dr. Bacon and Rev. Henry Ward Beech
er, were onco disputing on some religious
subject when tho former accused the lat
ter of using wit in his sermons. “Well,”
said Mr. Beecher, “suppose it had pleased
God to give you wit, 'what would you
.have done?”— Epoch.
HIS SECRET.
What If sheknewit all?
What if she saw my heart?
What if she read my secret thoughts,
From her so far apart?
Bad would her heart be then,
Wretched would be her life.
The future for her would have no hope—
Nothing but constant strife.
Strife with a useless love,
Strife with a hopeless wish,
Strife with thoughts that would drag her
down
like the murderous devil-fish.
What if she knew it all?
What if my heart should speak?
What if she knew that all I get
Is six small dollars a week ? !
—Somerville Journal.
Something About Tronsers.
Trousers came into use for general
wear with the French revolution. The
gentlemen, the supporters of royalty an I
sound constitutional principles, wore
breeches. The tend ..“sans culottes"
sufficiently explained what were not
worn by the masses who forced constitu
tional reform into revolution. 1 ” By *n
apparent contradiction of purpose and
principle the “sans culottes,” who de
nounced every one who wore
finally went beyond their opponents and
wore twice as much cloth around their
legs; in a word, adopted the modem
trousers, and made them the badge of si
party as well known as a class.
Nepoleon, who was too thin at one
period of his life and too stout as'
another to look his best in small clothes,
nevertheless wore them on state occasions
after he had set up a throne and gone
Into the emperor business. His army
was the first that wore trousers, aria
trousers made progress in general adop
tion step by step with the march of the
French army. The French trousers ana
neat gaiter were seed in Fgypt, and in
Spain, in Italy, in Germany, in
Poland, and in Russia, on the
banks of the Tagus and those of the
Vistula. People thought that the manner
in whieh a great conquering nation clad
its legs was the model, and when the
trousers wearers marched over the
wearers of pigtails and knee breeches at
Jena and Auerstadt a decision was given
from which the world did not care to
appeal. The world is usually easily con
vinced of the wisdom of the victor. Eng
land stood out the longest against trousers,
but finally she yielded, and her army
marched to Waterloo wearing the univer
sal leg funnels.
Our grandfathers generally fell in with
the ways of the world, though Federalists
here and there would not yield. There
is a story of a clergyman who, greeted
with the rough inquiry: “How are you,
priest?” responded: “How are yqu,
Democrat? How do you know Pm a
priest?” “By your dress. How do
you know Pm a Democrat?” “By your
address. ” Doubtless the clergyman wore
knee-breeches, while the admirer of Jeffer
son and “dangerous French principles”
clothed his legs with trousers. —Atlanta
Constitution.
Among the best of men are diversities
of opinion; which are no more, in true
reason, to breed hatred, than one that
loves black should lie angry with him
that is clothed in white; for thoughts are
the very ap|tarel of the mind.
The sale of rose* iu this country
amounts to fully s million plants per
year, _______
Services sod kindness neglected make
(Headship suspected.
NO. 22.