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ELLIJAY COURIER.
PDBLrBHKD' KVEBT THUBSDA \
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COLIMAN A KIRBY.
GENERAL DIRECTORY.
Superior Court meets. 3d Monday in
Maj and 2nd Monday in October.
OOCNTT OFFICES!.
-J. O. Alien, Ordinary.
T. W. Craigo, Clerk Superior Court.
M. L. Cox, Sheriff.- .
Jf. R. Kiuciad, Tax Cbllector.
Locke Langley, Tax Receiver.
Jas. M. West, Surveyor.
G. W. Rice, Coroner.
Court of Ordinary meets Ist Mbnday
iu each month. • --
tows couscm.
E. W. Coleman, Intendant.
L. B. Greer,“
J.'RCobbfJr. [ Commissioners.
T-J,.Xong, J
W. JI. Foster, JVlai^hal.
. RELJGIOUS SERVICES.
Methodist Episcopal- Church South—
Every 8d Sunday and Saturday- before.
G. W. Griner.
Baptist Church^—Every 2nd and 4t
:Suodfty, byReW.-ifi, B. Shope
Methodist Episcopal Church—Every
Ist Saturday and Sunday, by Rev. T. Gi
CUiasr. '
FRATERNAfi 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. ••• :
R. Treasurer.
D. Garren, S ccretary.
W. 8. Coleman, S. D.
W. C. Allen; J. D.
S. -Garren, Tyler.
R. T. PICKENS, ■
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
ELLJJAY, GEORGIA.. .
Will practice in all tße conrts of Gil
mer and adjoining counties. Estates
nd-interest in land a specialty, Prompt
"oftention given to all collection^.
-- : 10-21-85
■ DR. I. R: JOHNSON.
UA•* ' f * * • f
Physician and Surgeon
ELLIJAY, GfeOßOrar^ -
'■ Tenders hi* professional services to the
Of Gilmer and surrounding coun
ties and asks the support of his friefiSs as
heretofore. All calls promptly 'filled.
i -il l*i '•' ' : ' - - ’• ' t
~'i E. W. COLEMAN, l ■
ATTORNEY AT'LAW,
... . 4 - . ELLIJAY, GA.
Will prietics lu bn- Ridge Circuit, Countj .
Court Justice CYfmt u( ililmer'Cbnnty. Legal
business solicited. ‘‘PromptogM” is oar motto.
BR. J..S. TANKERSLEY.
Physician and Surgeon,
*- Tendnre hift professional services (o the bit i
*® n * Ellijar, Gilmer and surrounding qouii
4ies. All calls promptly attended to. Office
ppstairs over the'firm of Cobb & Son.
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>ftWE WALDO THORNTON, 0.0.8.
... BENTIST,
• > OalHouk, Ga.
Will .yisit Ellijay and Morgan ton 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 Baking the visit.
Address aa above. ImarfiL-kf
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' . —THE—.. . . .. .
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NORTH GEORGIA!
Is situated 6 miles north of Ellijay on
thft Mnrtitta & North Georgia Railroad.
-Accommodations complete, facilities for
ease mid comfort unexcelled, and the
magnificent Mineral Springs is its chief
attraction. For other particulars on
board, etc., address,
• Mbs. W. F. Robertson,
Ellijay, Ga.
$25,000.00
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ELLIJAY COURIER.
THE ELLIJAIY COURIER'
THE CLEARING UP.
at dawn there was no shred of pink,
No ploughing up in clouds of gold
Of that gray field, the eastern sky;
But dim-defined, and white and cold,
The fog's wet wings blew here and there,
The plaintive min sounds filled the air.
And all the loitering morning hours,
And all the lagging afternoon,
We've watched the swift, unswerving
And listened to the mellow croon;
Bat now. the tidal turn is near—
Some change pervades the atmosphere,
The crowing of a barnyard fowl
Comes clear and shrijl and jubilant,
Borne from some fence's dripping top;
And broken is the silvery slaut
Of slender, westward-driven threads
Across the reeking garden beds.
A breeze springs up brimful of seen
And essences all warm and wet, •
Of savory herb ami spicy weed, -. .
And rose and pink and mignonette,
And rain steeped shrub and odorous root.
And mellow, over-ripened fruit. -
From out a white, dissolving cloud'
-vAn anther arrow of the sun
Comes flashing, quivering through the mists—
The rainy day is almost done.
The west grows pink, the earth grows fair,
And rain-wreught freshness fills the air.
—Hattie Whitney, in the Current.
BORROWEDPLUMES.
An odd-looking figure, arrayed in a
shabby cloak and a green veil; appeared
beforeWborles Lorraine, junior partner in
the firm 6/ Stearne & Lorraine, book
publishers. ' . T
“I 1 have a book here I would like to
offer, you, sir.”
There was and quiver in the girlish voice,
and the cotton-gloved hand holding the
manußcriptrdrembled, in spite of her ef
forts to be calm.
“Yes, I suppose so; much obliged,
but we are not' needing anything just at
present.” And Mr. Lorraine went on
with his writing.
* “ Surely, sir, you do not mean that
you will not even look at it?”
“ Certainly I mean it; we have no time
to waste over manuscripts we do not
waut.”
“But how do yon know mine would
not be accepted without seeing it? I have
spent months—years, I may say—”
“ No doubt; so have others who might
have been bet ter'Cipployefl.”
“ But I have traveled far, at some ex
®ense. My case is a peculiar ohe.”
1 1 So are they all; each one has a
•pecial plea to urge, iu offering us a book;
so really, madam or miss, you are wast
ing >iur time and mine. 1 must beg you
to excuse me from further discussion • I
am busy.”", _ r
* V ( Vh me oil t tiV bnoe!” eatne hyster
ic.- 1 tv from the fohfc At. HGrrßeniWdl
“Oh, what will become of h*e? What
shall I do?” And turning a. ound, as
though in answer to her own qnostion
she ran straight into the arras of the
senior partner, Horace Stearne, who* was
coming in at thatmqment, ", ,
He bad a vision* of quiviering' red lips
startled brown eyes and tear-wet lashesj
and then, before he could recover from
his astonishment, she was gone.
“Confound it!” Charley was saying.
“Can’t a man refuse to buy a bundle of
grimy manuscript without raising a tem
pest? By Jovel that young woman has
Blissed her fate by choosing literature—
she should go on the stage' in high
tragedy.”
“Did you look at her offering.
Charlie?”
‘‘l looked at her; that was enough!”
“You should have allowed her to
leave it here a little while, just to satisfy
her, you know. Poor child, I suppose
she has built upon" its acceptance.”
He turned to the door and looked up
and down the street.
“She is out of sight entirely, now,” he
added regretfully.
Upon leaving the publishing house tho
girl kept her veil closely drawn, and,
turning intoasidestreet, walked rapidly,
but aimlessly, until she reached the out
skirts of the city; then, seating herself
upon a stone by the wayside, withdrew
her veil.
She was notnoticeably handsome. Her
eyes, although a beautiful brown, were
dull with agony; her face was tear-stained
and swollen, and her yellow hair dis
hevelled. It was in the latter part of
November, and night was coming on,
but this wretched girl was homeless.
Her pitiful story is quickly told. Her
. father, the only parent she could-remem--
ber, had been a poor schoolmaster, her
mother having died at her birth. He
had educated his child himself, with
particular care, •so at eighteen she was
far in advance of most girls of her age,
and from her narrow experience, by the
aid of a vivid fancy, she had written a
novel.
Then suddenly she found herself father
less, and when the funeral expenses were
paid she was the possessor of a library of
well thumbed volumes, six dollars in
money and her precious novel.
But this in itself was her fortune, and
though dazed by her sudden bereave
ment, she determined to go to the city
and turn it into hard cash as speedily as
possible.
“I dare not buy a bit of decent mourn
ing yet,” she sobbed. “I must save the
six dollars to pay my expenses until I get
my money.”
Poor child! she never dreamed of dis
appointment, ' She knew so little of life
as it really is—of its hard struggles for
small triumphs, its - sharp competition
and crowded marts. She knew not
that
“For one who wins the crown.
Hundreds go down, go down!”
80, a business card from the publishing
house of Stearne A m Lorraine having
fallen into her possession, she had carried
her precious manuscript straight to them,
with what result we already know.
A small dwelling was near where she
sat, and several cows were gathering the
■cant herl age by the wayside. The
tinkle of their lafilshad a soothing effect,
and when they turned their meek eyes
upon her, site almost felt aa though they
pitied her misery.
The cottage door opened, and a woman
came toward her witn a couple of milk
pails, and as she knelt to her task, she
glanced over her shoulder at the silent
figure, looking so pitiful and desolate,
bln- finished her milking, hesitated a
ue-mi'iit, uml then remarked,—
“Aren't you cold sitting there?” )
“Yea." "
“4 MAP 09 BUST LIFB-ITS FLUCTUATIONS AND ITS VAST CONCERNS."
ELLIJAY, GA.. THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 8. 1887.
Won’t you come into my house, and
warm yourself! This is a poor place to
rest.”
Ihe young girl arose and silently fol
lowed her.
“What is your name?” she asked,
kindly but curiously, as they entered the
tiny dwelling, and she proceeded to
make her guest comfortable.
“Jennie Morrison, I
But tears and solis choked back the
rest of the sentence. In an hour the
thoughtful, kind-hearted woman, who
was a spinster living all alone, knew the
whole sad story, and declared she should
stay there until something could be done.
“You can keep house until T carry the
. milk to my customers,” she said, briskly.
“Yes, and I’ll sell the milk for you, or
do anything I can. I’m not afraid to
work.” . -Ami so the poor novel .was put
away, and the authoress lost in a milk
maid.
'One morning, late in February, as
Messrs. Lorraine & Stearne sat in their
private office, an elegaut carriage drew
up before the door, and the liveried foot
man assisted to the pavement a lady,
velvet rolled and ermine wrapped. She
ascended the steps, and in a few seconds
stood in the presence of the two young
publishers. With quiet dignity she ac
cepted the proffered seat, and then threw
back her cloak, displaying costly jewels
at throkt, wrists and girdle.'
The footman who accompanied her
carried in his hand a square package.
“I have brought a book,” she said,
motioning toward it, “which I wish you
to evamlna B
“Certafnlyf shall be happy to do so,’”
smiled Mr. Lorraine, coming forward
and taking the package from the servant’s
hand.
“Let mo know your opinion at your
earliest convenience,” she said, rising
and dropping a dainty card into the re
ceiver as. she turned away.
Mr. Lorraine followed her to the car
riage, and then watched it disappear.
“Hey, Charlie, struck?” asked Mr.
Stearue, as he re-entered.
“Struck? Yes, by Jovel if youchoose
to call it that. But did you ever see
such a vision of loveliness?”
“Vision of dry goods, you mean. Do
you really suppose Buch a creature could
write anything the public would care to
read?”
“She is beautiful, rich, and no doubt
talented,” declared Charlie, eagerly scan
ning the white enameled aud gold card
she had left. “Miss Dollie Williams,
Park street. Dollie Williams; not highly
rqmantuf,': Charjje, and you dote on
names, you know.”
The gentlemen addressed looked a lit
tle crestfallen, but he tore open the man
uscript.
“We’ll see what it is like,” ia said,
for I want an excuse for calling at No.
208 at my ‘earliest convenience.”’
Mr. Stearne said nothing. He knew
his partner to be a superficial observer,
although he prided himself on his dis
cernment; but both were surprised as
they perused the work. It was not prac
tical and sadly needed revision, but the
web of fancy was exquisite, showing that
the young authoress possessed no com
mon talent. ..
“'Wemust make her an offer of some
kind,” declared Charlie, “thoughl sup
pose what we do will seem beggarly.”
“Then perhaps we had better do noth
ing,” said Mr. Stearne, who could not
reconcile the over-dressed fashionable
lady with the evidence of intellect and
careful training displayed in her work.
“Then I shall make her an individual
offer one of these days, Which I hope she
will not have the heart to refuse.”
“Well. We’ll drive out to No. 208
this afternoon. Let us settle this busi
ness first, and then your individual offer
■will be in order.
No. ‘ioß. Could it be that mean-look
ing dwelling, the single door of which
was surrounded by cows, while a milk
maid was busily plying her task?
Mr. Lorraine’s face was a study as they
drove up to the door.
“There’s some mistake,” said he, and
his companion could only smile broadly
to keep from laughing outright.
“We are looking for Miss Dollie Will
iams,” said Mr. Sterne, politely, to the
middle-aged woman who answered their
knock.
“I am Mis 9 Dollie Williams, sir,” an
swered she, briskly. “Walk in, gentle
men.”
“Really, madam, you must be mis
taken,” said Mr. Lorraine, aghast.
“Mistaken 1 Don’t I know my own
name, hey? You are printers, Steame
& Lorraine, aren't you?”
“Well, yes, but—”
.“Its all right, then. Didn’t expect you
to call. Thought you would write, but
no harm done. I hope—”
At this moment the milkmaid entered,
bearing in each hand a foam-capped pail.
She lo'oked startled and confused, first at
one then the other, then, placing her
milk-pails on the floor, she faced them
defiantly. The vivid scarlet in her cheeks
and lips, and the proud light in her dark
eyes, gave her a beauty no embellishment
could brighten.
“ I did not mean yon to see me thus,"
she said, candidly, “but perhaps it is
just as well.”
“Yes, perhaps,” said Mr. Lorraine,
with an assumption-of dignity. “But
how came you to appear as you did at
our office ? ”
“ Cannot the jackdaw pin on the pea
cock’s feathers?” she retorted, haughtily.
“You, sir, have been kind enough to
show me how vast is the difference be
tween the two birds. Had I obtained a
hearing in my own character I would
never have dreamed of assuming that of
another—did not dream of doing so, un
til the lady herself suggested it, and in
sisted on placing everything at my dis
posal to< try the experiment. She has
kindly interested herself in me—is one
of our best milk customers—isn’t she,
Dollie?”
Mr. Lorraine sat in helpless silence,
while his partner in business negotiated
with the young authoress, congratulating
her on her unquestionable talent as a
writer.
Both young men were silent during
the drive homeward, though from differ
ent emotions. For the image of the
young girl, as he had imagined her, was
shattered in the shallow heart of Charles
Lorraine by the same master stroke thst
had now enshrined it forever in the
true, noble one of Horace Stearne.
One year later Mr. Btearoe led the girl
he loved to the altar, looking, not like a
peacock, but a snow-white dove.
The rich, eccentric lady had made a
pet of her, and introduced her to society
aa a rising young authoress. Eat Dollie,
her first true friend, was never forgot
ten.
Gambling at Monte Carlo.
Before play commences, which it does
at 11 or 12 o’clock, according to the sea
son, solemn processions may be seen on
their way to the salon. First come two
attendants in livery, carrving between
them a money chest, and close behind
march tho croupiers wfco are to begin
work, and of whom there are seven to
each table. Four of these sit facing
each other on either side of the roulette
board in the centre, and one at each end.
The seventh, the ehef-de-partie , as he is
called, perches himself on a high stool
close behind one of the pairs of croupiers
at the centre, keeps a look out all around,
and is appealed to in c!Me of any dispute.
“</ dumine" are the words in which he
expresses his position.
. Each of the croupiers, .the chef -de-partie
excepted, is armed with a long handled
rake, which, as it has- much work to
do, is strengthened at t&c foot by a plate
of brass. The bank potes are placed in
boxes, the money counted out, and the
louia and five-franc pi|ces arranged in
long rows standing on their edges, so
that they look lute gold and silver
snakes. Each of the ; jur croupiers at
the centre has snakes o both colors to
look after, Those at tl ends of the ta
bles hare nothing to and with raking in
or paying out the matey lost or won;
their business is to put stikes on, or rake
winnings- off, - for those who, unable to
secure seats -at the table, are crowding
around outside; to get change for them
as required, and to keep order.
And now is the time to begin; the
rake of the croupiers facing each other
at the centre are laid across the table
head to head, their long, thjn handles
appearing beyond the elbows of the
men about to wield them with so much
skill. The croupiers at the top and
bottom lay their instruments close in
front of them at right angles to the
length of the table, which is long enough
to accommodate about twenty players
beside the croupiers, and eight shorter
rakes unshod with brass are placed ready
for the use of the players. All is now
prepared for tho attack, the garrison is
perfectly supplied with, the sinews of
war. The table and men together form
form one machine, a machine that plays
without committing a mistake, never
made reckless by disaster, never rendered
foolish by success.
Open tbe doors then, and let all who
Will approach and do bfttle. Daily the
challenge is accepted, ’tho chairs are
seized at once; the forces are ready to re
new the assault.. Many of tho players
produced pocketbooks or sheets of paper
ruled in every conceivable way; these
are the believers in tlie systems of mar
tingales. Others are content to use the
cards and pins supplied by the atten
dants; others again neither know nor
care what color or number last came up,
hut 'play haphazard as the fancy takes
'them. When those*Whd mean to play
have put pn their stakes, the croupier in
charge qf the roulette board, who has
several times uttered the warning: “Mes
sieurs, Jaites roa jeute," gives the ball a
spin in one direction, the revolving disk
a twist in the other and the battle begins
in earnest.— Cosmopolitan
Fancy Fowls and Fancy Prices.
Robert Colgate, Picsident of the At
lantic White Lead Company, is rapidly
stocking Snndacrc, as his country scat
at Quogue, L. 1., is culled. He has lately
bought sixty fowls of the black Minorca
breed. He paid S2O apiece for them.
He is about to add about SSOO worth of
black Leghorns. lie has a number of
Plymouth Itycks that cost $lO each. Mr.
Colgate has bought five incubators and
eight brothers. One of the incubators
holds 500 eggs. He has SB,OOO invested
so far in fowls, incubators and brooders.
W. K. Vanderbilt has the largest stock
of fancy fowls in this country, having
invested $15,000. He is the only rich
man that makes money out of the busi
ness. It pays him five per cent. He
has 3,000 fowls and a full assortment of
incubators and brooders. Some of the
latter were set out in the snow last
winter when the thermometer indicated
zero and brought their stock of chicks
through all right. He has 100 English
pheasants. Their eggs are being used in
incubators. The chicks will be raised
in brooders. Pheasants will not hatch
in confinement. At Tuxedo Park, where
1,000 pheasants were introduced last year,
the result has not been satisfactory.
Only 700 chicks were hatched. These
proved to be weak and spiritless. They
were hatched by bantams. These cannot
take care of pheasants, which run almost
as soon as they pick |£e shell. When
once out of the coop they sre lost, as no
body can find them any mote than they
can mice. It is said that every pheasant
raised at Tuxedo Park cost $lO. —New
York Bun. i
Shrewd Buzzards.
While a -party was out fishing at Loch
looa a short time since a large alligator
was shot, which sank to the bottom and
remained there until it died. When the
carcass came to the surface the buzzards
soon discovered it, and they swarmed
about in large numbers. The breeze
keep the lake in such a ripple, however,
that they could not keep a foothold on
the body of the ’gator, as it turned and
floated with every wave. The Florida
buzzard is a shrewd bird, and his reason
ing powers are much greater than he has
ever gained credit for. Baffled by the
wind and ward, and hungry from fruit
less efforts to anchor the ’gator, the birds
held a consultation. Asa result two of
them flew at the ’gator, and fastening
their talons on the body they spread
their wings sail-fnebion, and piloted the
carcass to the shore of the lake, where
the flock made a hearty meal. The
buzzard' is not a pretty bird, nor is he
known in song and story like the Ameri
can eagle. His mme brings up sugges
tions of bad odorß, and be is never
made a pet of nor shown that kindness or
consideration accorded more favored
birds, but when it comes down to good,
hard mule sense, and practical and calcu|
lating ingenuity, he can discount all his
'kin, notwithstanding his well known
reputation for dullness and stupidity.
The Florida buzzard is entitled to the
chromo.— Palathi 'Flu.) Jfewi.
The young woman who read the essay
at graduation upon ‘ The stern duties of
life upon which we are ebout entering”
was last seen in the hammock reading a
Seaside novel, while her mother wee
washing the dinner dishes In the hot
kitchen.— UttUm TroaierifA.
BUDGET OF FUN.
HUMOROUS SKETCHES FROM
VARIOUS SOURCK&
Something Surprising—The Trials of
a Landlord—lt Might Have
Been Worse—Came to
Grief, Eltc., Etc.
Daughter—“ There is only one thing
more astonishing than the readiness with
which Ned gave up tobacco when we be
came engaged.”
Mother—“ What is that astonishing
thing?” " .
“The rapidity with which he took it
up again as soon as we were married.”—
S\ftings.
The -Trials of a Landlord.
Summer Tourist (to landlord)—“Do
you allow dogs in your botel?"
Landlord—“ Yes, sir, bring all the dogs
you want to. ”
Summer Tourist—“l’ll have to go
somewhere else. I can’t stand dogs.”
Another Summer Tourist—“Do you
allow dogs in your hotel?”
“Landlord—“No, sir, won’t have a
dog about the place.”
Tourist—“l’m sorry. My wife has a
dog that she thinks more of than she
does of me.”- Nete York Bun.
It Might Have Been Worse.
A Philadelphian, who was the father
of very cross twins, was enjoying a brief
rest about midnight, when he was aroused
by a vigorous pounding upon the door
and the jangling of the bell.
“What’s the matter?” he yelled, as he
•tuck his head out of the window and
law a policeman.
“Your house is on fire," was the reply.
“Oh, is that all?*’ I thought from the
noise you have been making that both
babies had the colic again. —Philadelphia
Chronicle.
Came to Grief!
First Omaha Man—“ What’s the
matter; not out of business again, are
you?’'
Second Omaha Man —“Yes, my lost
venture busted tbe first week.”
“That’s queer. I thought you started
a little factory to darn stockings for
young men, old bachelors and others
with no woman-folks to look after them.
That ought to pay.'*’
“l’ay I I got more orders than I could
fill; hired a whole lot of nice girls who
knew how to darn stockings, and they
did their work beautifully—but then the
enterprise busted.”
“Why, what happened?”
“Girls all left."
“Dissatisfied?”
“No, the whole crowd of customers
hunted ’em up Sunday and married
them.”— Omahh World.
A Great Improvement.
A Dakota young lady was visiting a
friend in the East who had visited her
in Dakota last summer.
“You don’t know how I miss our
lovely Dakota moonlight,” said tho terri
torial maiden.
“Don’t you think the moon is as nice
here as at your home?” asked her friend.
“Oh, it isn’t half so lovely. You ought
to see it—it’s perfectly elegant and makes
it almost as light as day.”
“I did see it last summer, and it didn’t
seem to me to be any brighter than it is
here.”
“Oh, woll, last summer of course it
wasn’t, but you ought to see it this sum
mer since the boom struck our place I It
is fifty per cent, brighter.”— Dakota Hell.
Excused With Energy.
“Sayl you!” he called, aa he stood on
the Postofiice steps.
Avery solid man halted in his tracks
until the other came up.
“Calling; to me?” he queried.
“Yes, sir. Do you notice my hair! It’s
a sort of grizzly gray, which makes me
look ten years older than I really am.”
“What have I got to do with your
hair, sir?” demanded the other.
“I happened to stand beside you in
the Postoffice, and no”
“Supposing you did stand beside me
in the Postoffice I”
“I saw that you were a man of about
sixty years old, but as you had ”
“Suppose I am sixty!”
“But as you had dyed your hair you
din’t look a day over forty-five. What
I want is the name of the dye you use.
You will excuse me, but ”
He was excused. He knew he was by
the wav the other raised his cane and
jumped at him and offered to mop the
street with him for two cents.— Detroit
Free Press.
A Logical View.
“Tompkinson,” said a somewhat
rapid traveling man to a friend, whose
tastes and habits were much like his
own, “I’m very much worried.”
“I wouldn’t cultivate it, my dear fel-!
low. But what’s the trouble.”
“ Debts. I’m overwhelmed with them. !
I can’t turn a corner without running
into a creditor. There’s the hatter, and j
the tailor, and the gents’ furnisher, and
the florist, and the livery man—in fact I ;
don’t see but one way out the difficulty.”
“ What is that ? ”
“I’ve a good notion to commit sui
cide.”
“And add the undertaker to the list I
My dear fellow, at least be reasonable.” —
Merchant Traveler.
The Indian and the Qnlcksllver.
Captain John, an old Indian who lives
on the Rancho Chico and is a well
known figure about our streets, was the
centre of an amused crowd of citizens on
Broadway to-day. Borne one, for a joke,
had dropped some quicksilver on the
Stone pavement in front of tire post
office and waited developments. Captain
John and Old Daniel, the one-eyed In
dian, soon hove in sight, and the glitter
ing but seductivo quicksilver caught
their attention. John made a grab for
it with his thumb and finger, and he
was astonished when he found he
couldn't pick it up. Hu was determined
to have that quicksilver anyway, so ho
unwound the bandanna handkerchief
from his neck, apd, spreading it down,
got a chip and scraped the quicksilver
into it. A look oi triumph shot from his
eaglo eye us he gathered up the four
corner* snil emptied it into his pocket,
but It was repin ed by one of terror anil
disgust when the inrial run through his
pocket sod trickle ! and >wn his leg to the
sidewalk. Looking at the metal tor a
moment, as it lay on the grouud, in a
nuzzled sort of way, he launched a vicious
kick at it, and uttered ejaculations that
were foreign to his childish nature: “Me
get eben: white man mabeso too smart.”
He turned on his heel and left the quick
silver for some other untutored son of
the forest to experiment with.— Chico
(Cal.) Enterprise.
All He Was Worth.
Some few days ago a placard appeared
in the window of a large hardware store
on Washington street, not far from the
Olobe office, which bore upon its snow
white surface, in black letters, the
legend, “Boy wanted.” In answer to
this call for help a veritable street Arab
went into the store, nnd going to the
junior member of the firm said :
‘t I came in to see about the job.”
“Well, said the proprietor, looking
the little ragamuffin over from hood to
foot, “ yon know we don’t pay very
much here, and besides that, if you came
to work in a nice store like this you
would have to dress better.”
“Oh, yes, I know that,” responded
the gamm, “but how much do yer
pay per week I"
“Two dollars a week,” returned tho
proprietor.
“ I couldn’t think of workin’ for that,”
said the gamin, “for I can make more
every week now.’’
“ Well,” said the proprietor, “ I do
not think you could, but when I first
went to work I got only $1.50 a week.”
The Arab sized the speaker up from
head to foot, and giving his head a
toss and edging to the door, he said:
“ Well 1 perhaps that was all you was
worth.”— Boston Olobe.
Coaid Hold up Their Heads.
There was an odd incident at one of
the seashore places last week. A couple
of ladies, who do not live in Boston, and
whose unpretentious way of life had
perhaps led them to fear that they
might be looked down upon by Boston
people, had taken board at a hotel much
patronized b j Bostonians of an excellent
sort. Walking ahout the corridor of the
house on the first evening after their ar
rival, and observing with ap interest
natural iu new-comers the people about
them, they happened to observo two
ladies standing in the corridor not far
away. It struck the younger of tho two
new-comers, who is a little short-sighted,
that these two ladies whom she saw in
the corridor were quite shabby in ap
peurance. She turned to her compapion
and whispered:
“Well, I guess we can hold up our
heads with tins sort of people. ”
The elder seized her handkerchief in a
vain attempt to smother a hcnrly laugh.
They had been looking at their own re
flection in a big mirror.— Boston Tran
script.
Washington and tho Colt.
■ -While the Mpy Washington was a daily
visitor at Belbaven he established In the
village anrl its neighborhood a reputation
for iron-like power of endurance aud a
springy vigor of steel, an invincible will
and a knack of going straight through
difficulties. The boy had a wonderful
skill in the control of horses. He never
met one he was afraid to mount and he
broke the most fiery to his rein.
An incident of his boyhood current in
the chat of the place has escaped
Weems:
Ralph Wormier, a man of some conse
quence in the Colony, had brought across
the ferry from Maryland to Bclhavcn a
number of young horses, among them a
colt that had thrown a score of colored
jockeys. The boys about the warehouse
were all willing to wager that the colt
could not throw George Washington.
Whatever may have been the reason,
everybody in the neighborhood said that
Wormley had no good blood for the
Washingtons or the Fairfaxes, aud al
though he gave out that he would give
the colt to George Washington if he
could ride it, nobody believed him.
When, however, Washington did come
to the warehouse, Mr. Wormley said:
“Now you’re a sprightly boy, Mr. Wash
ington, but there’s a colt that’s too much
for you. If you back him to Mount Ver
non, back you need never bring him.”
Which meant if the colt did not throw
him the colt should be his own.
So Mr. Wormley kept liisword; but
when the groom saddled the colt and
Washington, after seeing that the girth
was firm and the bit and bridle proper,
jumped into the saddle and went across
White Oak Swamp like an arrow, then
everybody in the village said Wormley
hated the Washingtons and the Fairfaxes
so that he was trying to get young
George Washington’s neck broken.
Washington came back next day with
the same hone, and at the village inn re
turned the colt to Mr. Wormley. “Keep
him, my boy, you’ve won him,” said
Wormley.
“No, I have not, sir,” replied Washing
ton; “he threw me in the woods and
dragged me, but I got the bridle round a
tree and held him.”
“Well, you may have him,” said
Wormley.
“No, sir,” replied the lad, as he handed
over the bridle of the colt. “I wouldn’t
take him as a gift. I did not win the
bet, and he is your horse.”
“Why," cried out Wormley jocosely,
“if there was a bet you owe me a horse.
Where is my horse f’
“Oh, no,” retorted Washington in a
louder voice than was usual with him, so
that all the bystanders might hear.
“You bet your colt against my head.
You’ve got your colt and I’ve my head—
it is a drawn bet. Good morning, sir:”
and he went off with the stride of an
Indian chief. Wide Awake.
Antiquity of Ropes.
Before the beginning of the historical
period, considerable skill in rope making
nad been acquired, so that it must bo
classed among~the oldest of the arts.
The existing relics of the ancient Egyp
tians include sculptures showing the
process of manufseture practiced more
tliun 4,000 years ago, while the oldest
records of that people represent well
made ropes of great strength. Flax and
the fibres of the date tree were employed
for these ropes, but grasses andtbehidee
of animals were probably among the first
materials used.
Kan Francisco now receives mail la
thirteen (Jays from London.
Ignorance is leas remote from the truth
than prejudice.
OVB DOLLAK Par Ammmm, Us ‘t an
ESTRANGED.
A barrier hath risen between
Thy heart and mine. Oh friend, I weep—
Cruel and strong, though all unseen I
We made that barrier, thou and I,
And strengthened it as days went by;
Ah, met I scarce know how or whyl
Mayhap some promise made and broken,
Some word unkind, though lightly spoken;
Then, hearts that grieved but gave no token.
Farewell! Oh loyal heart and true,
How wouldst though pity if thou knew
The mazes that I wander through.
Aa wider, wider, every day,
Our paths diverge—Oh friend, I pray
That thine may be the sannier way!
I in my lone lot scarce oould pine
While thou were quaffing life’s red wine,
E’en though its bitterest cup were mine!
—Katherinr E. Conway.
PITH AND POINT.
A close race: Misers.
A man is seldom very much hated un
til he is successful.
A correspondent wants to know how
how long eels live. About the same as
short eels, we suppose.— Texas Siftings.
Johnnie says that out oi school his
teacher is lamb-like, and that in school
■be is lamm like to.— Marathon Inde
pendent.
“A man is master of his fate!”
This proverb’s light grows dim.
For when his wife's a heavy weight,
His fate, then, masters him.
—Boston Budget.
An English writer says: “The gql
of England stands alone.” That's just
the difference; the girl of America al
ways has a host of admirers about her.—
Somerville Journal.
The phrase “midsummer madness” was
originated by a man who had been
watching another man in a hammock be
ing toyed with by several mosquitoes.—
Somerville Journal.
An agricultural exchange asks “how
to make hogs pay.” This is a hard ques
tion to answer. The best way to avoid
tbe difficulty is not to sell a hog any
thing unless he pays you for it in ad
vance.—Traveler's iteeord.
Mamma (to Walter, who has just re
turned from his first experience with a
fishing rod) —What, back so soon? Wal
ter—Yes’m; I thought I’d come home.
The worms were so nervous I couldn’t
get ’em on the hooks.— Harper's Bator.
THE HAITI OF VEBNOtf.
There was once a fair maid of South Vernon,
Who’d a hat with a big bunch of fern on,
The crown stood out straight.
Two pounds was its weight,
With a brim that an engine could turn on.
—Harper's Bazar.
A Berlin newspaper claims to have dis
covered the longest word in any lan
guage, but it iB only a line and two-thirds
in length. The longest word tint has
ever come under our notice is the clergy
man's “One word more, and Iwill close.”
It would make about a column.—Norris
town Herald.
Small Farms In the Booth.
The cutting down of forests in the
South by the owners of saw mills is
opening up large tracts of cheap lands,
which are gradually being turned into
farms. The larger portion of these lands
will produce cotton, corn, fruits, and
vegetables, and, where fertilized, will
make as good crops as Western lands.
The mill men still hold large tracts from
which the trees have been cut. It would
seem that it would not be a bad plan for
them to form a syndicate for the purpose
of placing at least a portion of their
holdings on the market. Many men in
the North and West would avail them
selves of the opportunity thus afforded
to secure homes in the South, where the
climate permits out-of-door work the
whole year, where crops are certain, and
where the rigors of bleak Winters may bo
escaped. Last year a well-to-do farmer
from Northern Ohio came to this section
of Georgia and leased a tract of land aa
an experiment. His experience has been
so satisfactory that he has decided to sell
his farm in Ohio and spend the remainder
of his days here. He also intends to try
tc induce a number of his neighbors in
Ohio to follow his example. To tho
farmers and mechanics of the North and
West the South must look for the in
crease of its white population. The un
skilled immigrant from Europe cannot
compete with the negro in the lowel
ktods of labor, and therefore will not,
for the present at least, come South. To
the Northern or Western man, however,
who is looking for cheap lands, and who
has the means to establish himself, the
South offers inducements unequaled by
those of any other country in the' world.
—Savannah (Oa.) Newt.
Poison in a Han’s Bite.
A species of what may be termed a
human rattlesnake is creating considera
ble interest at Mobile, Ala., and an inci
dent of & few days ago tends to awaken
an investigation of scientific importance.
Officer W. J. Yorke, while arresting a
negro, was bitten in the hand by the
negro and since that time the hand has
become greatly inflamed and swollen. In
February last Officer King, one of the
best men on the police force, was bitten
in* a similar manner by a negro whom he
had under arrest. In two days King’s
hand swelled, and then the inflammation
attacked his arms and legs, and for two
weeks his life was in danger. Since
then he has been slowly recovering, but
is not yet ablu to put his right foot on
the ground. The negroes and some
whites declare that he had blue gnus,
and that only those with blue gums have
poisonous bites. 'l’his belief is generally
neld, and the colored people have, it
seems, an aphorism r ‘ ‘Don’t tight with a
blue-gummed man.’’
Much interest was taken in King’s case,
and as soon as Yorke was bitten an ex
amination of the negro was made, and H
was discovered that his gums are of a
white blue color. In both cases of bit
ing the negroes were very deeply enraged.
Grasshoppers are causing great trouble
in Algeria this year. In one district
50,000 gallons of eggs have been collected
and burned, this being equivalent to the
destruction of 7,050.000,000 grasshop
pers, but for all this the renorta say that
“the efforts msds to destroy the eggs
have proved uaslaaa.**
NO. 25.