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XI!. ELLIJAY COURIER. PDBLrBHKD' KVEBT THUBSDA \ —IT— 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. ■.v r 1 • ' • T >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 WHITE 'PATH SPRINGS! ' . —THE—.. . . .. . Favorite and Popular Resort oj 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 IN GOLD! WILL UK I*AID FOB MICKLES’ TOFFEE WRAPPERS. ■-1 Premium, ----- - 51,000.00 „ 2 Premiums, - $500.00 each *6 Premiums, • $250.00 “ 25 Premiums, - ..9100,00 “ '"100 Premiums, • 950.00 “ 200 Premiums, • 920.00 “ ■ t.OOO'Premiums, '• - ~ 9T0.00 '• For full particulars and directions see Circu lar In every poundtsf ARBCOBS.es ’ dorm. FOE QOOE JOB PRINTING -40 TO TO— 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.