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WALTER 8. COLEMAN. Editor and Proprietor. VOL. XII. ELLIJAY COURIER. ■ ■ ■" UFShXBHKD EVERY THOSDAY —BT— WALTER S. COLEMAN. gewTeraldirectory. ~ Superior CoaA meets 3d Monday in May and 2nd Monday, in October. COUKTT OFFICERS. J. C. Allen, Ordinary. T. W. Craigo, Clerk Superior Court. M. L. Cox, Sheriff. > . . J. It. Kinciad, Tax CollesAof. Locke Langley, Tax Reycivcri das. M. West, Surveyor. G. W. Rice, Coroner. 4 Court of Ordinary meets Ist Monday iu each month. TOWS COUKCIL. E. W. Coleman, Intendant. L. B. Greer, 1 J.'Kf’lr. \ Commissioners. T. J. Long, J W. H. Foster, Marshal. RELIGIOUS SERVICES. Methodist Episcopal Church South— Every 3d Sunday aipl Saturday before. G. W. Griner. Baptist Church—Every 3 J an 1 4 t Sunday, by Rev E, B. Shope. Methodist Episcopal Church—Every Ist Saturday and Sunday, by Rev. T. G*. Chase. FIIATERKAL RECORD. Oak Bowery No. 81, F. A, M., meets Ist Friday in each month. L. B. Greer, W. M. T. 11. Talior, S. W. J. W. Hipp„J. W. R. Z. Roberts, Treasurer. I). Garrcn,S eerctary. AV. S. Coleman, S. I). W. C. Allen, ,T. D. S. Garrcn, Tyler. R. T. PICKENS, ATTORNEY AT LAW, . ELLIJAY, GEORGIA. Will.practice in all the courts of Gil mer anil adjoining counties. Estates and interest in land a specialty. Prompt attention given to all collections. DR. J. R. JOHNSON, Ejyslcjsh and Sg rgeon ELLIJAY, GEORGIA. Tenders his professional services to the people of Gilmer and surrounding coun ties and asks the support of his friends ns heretofore. All calls promptly filled. E. W. COLEMAN, ATTORNEY AT LAW, ELLIJAI, OA. Will practice in Bin Kiilge Circuit, Oonntj pmrt Justice Court of (liliner County. Legal business solicited. ■Tromptnsss'' U our motto. DR. J. S. TSNKERSLEY, Physician and Surgeon, Tenders his professional services to tho citi secs of Ellijay, Gilmer and surrounding coun *:eß. AH tails promptly attend and to. Office rpatairspver the firm of Cobb & Son. <I'FE WALDO THORNTON, D.D.B. DEIS! TIST, Calhoun, Ga. M ill visit Ellijay and Morganton at both the Spring and Fall term of the Superior Court—and of toner by special contract, when sufficient work is guar anteed to justify me in making the visit. Address aa above. Tmav2l-1 WHITE PATH SPRINGS! —THE— Favorite and Popular Resort oj NORTH GEORGIA! Is situated 6 miles north of Ellijay on the Marietta & North Georgia Railroad. Accommodations complete, facilities for ease and comfort unexcelled, and the magnificent Minctal Springs is its chief attraction. For other particulars on board, etc., address, Mbs. W. F. Roeeutso.v, Ellijay, Ga $25,000.00 IN GOLD! WILL UK I'AID KOU ARBUCKLES’ COFFEE WRAPPERS. 1 Premium, - - 81,000.00 2 Premium?, ■ 8500.00 each 6 Premiums, • 8250.00 “ 25 Premiums, • 8100.00 “ 100 Premiums, • 850.00 “ 200 Premiums, - 820.00 “ 1,000 Premiums, 810.00 '■ For full particulars and directions see Circu lsr in everv round of A nnrcKLEH' Correa FOE GOOD 101 PRINTING j -oo to ran - ELLIJAY COURIER. THE ELLIJAY COURIER. THROUGH THE STORM. I heard a voice, a tender voice, soft falling Through the storm: The waves ware high, the bitter winds were cabling. Yet breathing warm I if skies serene, of sunny uplands lying In peace beyond; ''his tender voice, uuto my voice replying. Made answer fond; Tometimes, iu.leed, like crash of armies meet ing, Arose the gale; But over all that sweet voice kept repeating, “I shall not faiL“ „ —Harper's Magazine, BETTY'S MISTAKE. BY ANNA KING. Miss Campion was a little restless. She hail dressed for dinner some time previ ously, ami now moved backward and forward -from her ]iost of observation at the window to consult the little Swiss clock hanging over the writing table— for her eyes were not so good as they had been. There were few people living who were very dear to her. and of these she was ex po, ting this evening the two whom she loved best in the world—her god daughter and namesake, Betty Carcw, and Colin Campion, her nephew. She had a definite object in view in bringing those young people together. A few weeks before she hail had an attack of bronchitis, and this illness Lad sug gested to her the advisability of making her will. When she began to consider how she should divide her property be tween Betty and Colin, her heart seemed torn asunder, she could notcalmlv con template her old lace and china, and all her favorite possessions, going out of the family, for she wanted Betty to have them. Colin must, of course, h nve the little estate, but then, too, he must have the money to keep it up, for she did not wish Fordo to be neglected after her death. At length an idea occurred to her which, if carried out, would obviate all difficulties. Why should not Betty and Co.in marry and share her fortune equally, without any troublesome division of it? With this thought in her mind Miss Campion had invited them to Forde, and Was now awaiting Betty’s arrival with some nervousness. Her nervousness increased when she had welcomed her. goddaughter and brought her into the' drawing-room—for it was necessary that she should make Betty understand how desirable a hus band Col|n would be without raising any suspicion fn her mind. ‘’You are very tired, dear,’’ she said, hasteirtng to pour OfUt a cup of tea with trembling lingers. “I shall never be come reconciled to trains—they are so noisy and dusty. It is a pity we are in such a hurry always nowadays. They managed better in the last century, when journeys were made in a leisurely manner by coach.” “If we were eighteenth century ladies, godmother, I should be at the rectory at this moment—for the journey from Devonshire would have been impossible by coach. So lam glad that we were not born a hundred years ago. ” “If you put it in that way, dear, so am I. I hope this visit will be pleasanter than usual,” she added, nervously. “My nephew Colin is coming to-night; he is going to' stay for some time.” “He is a doctor in London, isn’t he? I have heard you speak of him.” “I dare say. He has bought a practice there,” answered Miss Campion. “He is very clever in his profession, and so tender and kind! It is quite beautiful to see him with children. But he ought to marry; there is always a prejudice in - favor of married doctors. ” “You had better tell him so,” said Betty, with a little smile. “I mean to do so; and I think he will be settled before long,” said the old lady, nodding her head mysteriously. “Oh, if he is already in love, he will not need your advice, godmother! ” “But he is not in love, my dear,” re turned Miss Campion hastily. “You must not think that Colin is a foolish, sentimental young man. Indeed, he is considered rather cold in society; and he is as proud as you are, Betty.” “Will he marry if he is not in love?” asked Betty, raising her eyebrows slightly. “Oh, no, my dear; of course not!” “Then you think he will obediently fall in love wheu you tell him that he ought to marry? He must have his emotions under admirable control?” “He would not fall in love with any one,” said Miss Campion, with only a vague understanding of Betty’s sarcasm; “but he cannot fail to see what a sweet girl ” “I see,” interrupted Betty, quietly, “you are saving him a great deal of un necessary trouble in suggesting whom as well as when he should marry.” “Colin would not marry any girl whom he could not like and respect,” said Miss Campion, a little anxiously. “Oh, no! But he is not sentimental,” suggested Betty. “The girl he marries will be a happy woman S” “She will, indeed,” agreed her god mother. “I am so glad that you ap preciate Colin.” Boon after Betty had left the drawing room to dress for dinner Doctor Cam-* pion arrived. When the first greetings wereover, his aunt remarked, tentatively: “I have asked Betty Carew to stay with me while you are here, Colin. You don't know Betty?” “No,” said Colin. “She is a sweet girl,” said Miss Cam pion nervously. “Is she?” “Avery sweet girl. Do you know. Colin, I have thought lately that you ought to marry? Married doctors arc’al ways the most successful.” “And you think Miss Betty would make a good doctor's wife?” questioned Colin, suppressing u smile at his aunt’s transparent plot. “She is very dear to me, Colin: I should like Betty to be mistress here when I die,” she returned wistfully. Colin kissed her and said gently: "I should like to phase you in all thing*, Aunt Hetty, but I must reserve the right of choosing my own wife. I hold some antiquated views about mar ring*—among the rest, that a man should love bit wife. Moreover, there is the -a map of bust ufe-tts fluctuations and rrs vast conckrns.'' ELLIJAY, GA.. THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 29. 1887. chance that Miss Carew would not be overcome Jby my many and undoubted charms. But we will let that pass.” “I wonk say anything more about it,” said with a sigh; “but when you know her you will understand how happy she will uiakc someone some day.” At diunerfVlin sat op)>osite to Betty, and, as he witched her beautiful, tender face, he wasqaite prepared to indorse his aunt’s ophdffti of her goddaughter, though Betty was anything but kind to him. “Don’t you think.Coliu is very much like the painting of my grand father in the drawing-room,Betty?” asked Miss Camp pion. “Do you mean that very handsome soldier hanging lietwecn the windows?” asked Betty, regarding Colin critically. “Oh, no, godmother; I cannot see the faintest resemblance.” Miss Campion hastily changed the sub ject, to sjiare her nephew s feelings, though Colin was inwardly delighted at Betty’s frankness—the more so because he was undoubtedly good-looking. Presently another appeal was made to Betty by the fond aunt. “Do you know, dear, Colin was placed first in every examination that he went in for when he was walking the hospi tals?” “Really?” said Betty, incredulously, raising to Colin the frankest, most inno cent of eyes. “I thought clever people became doctors sometimes.” Fora moment Colin suspected that she was trying to snub him, but Miss Cam pion attributed Betty’s rudeness to fa tigue, and sent her off to bed very soon alter dinner * * * ¥ * * During the next few days Betty found numberless oppoitunitics of slighting Colin, but she was so gentle and affec tionate to her godmother that he re tained his first opinion as to the sweet ness of her diameter. He accepted her slights with so much good temper, and received his aunt’s praises with such gen uine amusement, that Betty was at last compelled to confess to herself that her climate of him had been altogether wrong, she f e it that she could not re spect him vtrj much, for a man who would marry any girl for expediency’s sake was not worthy of much honor; but she would be more polite to him, as his conduct w r ould not in any way affect her. Colin was very grateful for this change in her attitude toward him, and a friend ship sprang up between them which on his side deepened into love. Of her feel ings he could guess little. She was in variably sweet and frank; but the fear of losing her friendship by attempting to gain her love for some time prevented him from putting his fate into her hands. On the last day. of her visit, however, the longing of his heart overcame this fear, and ho poured out all his soul to her, not noticing that her face was hardening at his words. “Tell me, Betty! Give me one word of hope! Have I any chance?” he pleaded. She turned toward him then, her face white and stern, her mouth wearing a faint, bitter smile. “How well you do it!” she said, in a hard voice. “Doit? What do you mean?” heasked, his voice changing too. “Don’t you un derstand? I love you, Betty!” “Hush!” she interrupted, harshly. “That is quite enough. No, I can give you no hope; you have no chance. Never speak of this to me again!”—and, rising from her garden-chair, she went into the house and up to her own room. This was what it all meant then! How blind lie had been! She was the “sweet girl” whom Miss Campion thought a suitable wife for Colin. She had been invited here in order that Colin might see if she would "do.” How grateful she ought to feel! She went down stairs presently, feel ing glad that this was her last day at Forue. She found Miss Campion sitting alone in the drawing-room, looking a little displeased. “I am so cross, my dear,” said the old lady, drawing Betty to a seat by her side.' “Colin has ridden over to the Lad brokes’ for dinner. It was very thought less of him not to remember that this was your last evening.” “It docs not matter, godmother,” said Betty, with gentle coldness. “I would rather spend it alone with you.” “Would you, dear! 1 thought you and Colin had got on more comfortably lately. “It was only a surface agreement,” answered Betty, rather proudly. “We are too entirely opposed in character to be really friends.” “You will hardly believe it, Betty, but I had planned a match between you two. I thought you were sir well suited for each other, and it would have been so nice for me to think of your living here together after my death !” “And you spoke to him about it?” questioned Betty, without raising her eyes. “Yes; on the evening before you came I told him what I wished. But I was to meet the fate of all match-makers, you see,” she added, sighing. “Colin said that he would never marry unless he was in love—that he must reserve to himself the right of choosing his wife. And, as you sat', dear, you and he were very far from falling in love.” “Did he say that?” asked Betty eagerly. “Wouldn’t he agree to what you wished? Then I have wronged him terribly; he is ever so much nicer than I thought!” “You thought?” questioned Miss Campion slowly. “Ah, I remember now —I told you that I was going to speak to him, anil you believed that he would marry auy oue I sug gested! How foolish and wrong I have been! You might have likeil him if you had not been so jffcjudiced before hand, and everything might have been different.” “Do not grieve, godmother,” said Betty, gently. “If we lmvc not been friends, it is tjuite my own fault. I had no right to judge iiim before I knew him.” But, in spite ol tier brave woras, her heart sank strangely. She knew that she would have accepted Colin's love had she understood what he was offering her —for her lielief in his tin wort hiitt-ta, though it had destroyed her trust in him, had not l*oen strong enough to kill her love. Aud now her life would be one long sorrow for that mistake. Colin would never |iek to he.’ of his love again had she not peremptorily for* hidden him? Ife ha<l gone away now to avoid her, aud after to-morrow shu would never see him ntrain. But at any rata, she would see him once more, and then —■ —. Oh, he would see that she was sorry for luffing misjudged him so. But Colin remained at the Ladbrokes’ for the night, aid had not returned to Forde when she left it the next morning for home. Betty had beeti right when she assumed that Colin had gone away on the previous afternoon to avoid her. Her harsh re jection of his proposal had roused his auger, and he had felt too hurt to bid her good-by. But on his return to Lou don his anger grew less as time passed on, though his love for Betty did not diminish. As his thoughts dwelt on her so constantly, he began to seek for some reason for her unkindness, and the more inexplicable did her conduct appear. Her harshness and anger the day that he proposed to her were so at variance with her character that he at last concluded that some misunderstanding must exist in her mind w ; i : 'b he ought to explain away. ’ • Mv***' This idea led him to make a journey to Devonshire, a faw days later, though’ his hopes of winning Betty’s love were small. He walked ©qer to the Rectory on the morning after hi ai rival, and was shown iuto the empty drawing-room by a neat maid-servant, who told him Jhat Betty would be there in a few minutes, as she could be easily sent for to the church, whither she had .gone to practice. Colin, however, decided to go himself, and hail no difficulty in finding the sacred edifice, which was close at hand. He seated ltimself just inside the door, struck by the beauty of the picture be fore him. The ©ld church was cool and dim and still, the chancel alone glorified by the sunlights which glinted through the colored windows, while the whole building was fjllcd with the long, plaint ive notes of the organ. Colin sat down near the door and waited patiently till Betty should come. He heard her dismiss the little boy with a kind word of thanks for his services— saw her shut and lock the organ; and then he waited in almost trembling ex pectancy whilr she came slowly down the center aisle. "Betty!” he *aid, softly, rising as he spoke. ‘ ‘Doctor Campion 1” “You are surprised (o see me here,” he said,” gently, walking out by her side. The sun shoie down hotly on her as she leaned against the stonework of the doorway, revealing to Colin how pale and thin she had become, and how sad were her eyes and Ups. “You haveseen ill!’! he said, looking down at her fferieusly. “Oh, no; I ( am perfectly well—un usually we' - tidied!” she answered hastily, ipv **•''- ring the flowers in her be, ■ “You noser me here, see ing how, 'he sSW, watching herintefi ‘ ‘We did not even say good-by:, “Have ybt. >tie to wish me good-by now?” she ask/f, trving to smile. “No; I have coine to ask you why you were so aagry that afternoon. You treated my proposal as if I had intended it as an insult: you spoke to me as if I were acting a part! I don’t think I quite deserved it, Betty—do you?” ‘“l—it was a mistake,” she faltered. “I thought you were acting; I did not believe in your love. I —l am very sorry.” “Betty,” he said, taking her hands gently in his, “if you had believed in my love, would your answer have been differ ent?” “I—l think it might have been.” “Dear, do you believe in it now? Can you trust me now?” “Yes,” she said, looking up at him for the first time. How News or a Hanging Was Sent Out of the New York Toutbs. When anybody in New York docs anything that entitles him to publicity he very soon gains an idea of the im mensity of that engine of human progress —the newspaper. More than forty re porters will besiege him, and his life will be made a burden until he ceases to be of public interest. One of the most striking recent cases illustrating newspaper en terprise in the Metropolis was witnessed at the hanging of the murderer, Peter Smith. A New York afternoon paper had arranged to publish an extra as soon as the doomed man had been hanged. The execution took place in the yard of the Tombs. In accordance with the statute only twelve reporters were ad mitted to witness the hanging, and they were given ingress to the prison en closure only ns members of the jury of inspectors. They had to remain until the execution had taken place, and then sign their names to the certificate averring that the criminal had been duly and thor oughly hanged. Not until each reportei had signed this document was he per mitted to leave the jail yard, and it was fully twenty minutes before the forms of the law had been eomnlied with. The representative of an evening paper, foreseeing thisdelay,arranged in a unitjne manner to send the news of the execution to his journal. He purchased a big base ball, which he carried in his pocket within the high-walled inclosurc of the Tombs. By a preconcerted arrangement at the office a boy stood outside the in closurc, having been warned that as soon as he should see the ball come over the wall be should note the time and run to the office of the paper, five blocks away, and carry the news, thii6 enabling his paper to get out an early extra edition announcing the execution. The boy stood outside the high walls that surround the Tombs, and never turned his eyes from the point where lie had been informed the ball would be tossed over. The in stant that Smith ivas hanged the repre sentative of llie paper, whose boy stood outside the prison wall, dashed away from tla- gallows ami hurled the ball over the Tombs wall. The boy, seeing Ihe ball come over, noted the time, ran to the office, and gave the news. Within five minutes after the murderer hail liecn hanged an extra cditiouof the pu|icrin question, announcing his death, was being gold on the streets. The boy who bad taken the news to the office had not top|>eil to pick up the barebail thrown over the wall by the re|>orlor, anti a Mo/i n lads of the crowd of I joys who platf about theTombi walls, tinned forward and seiml the hall. A mot J. Cummings. What is ancestry after'dß The Het man as well as the pool one begin* lift without a shirt to his back. RUDGET OF FUN. HUMOROUS SKETCHES PROM VARIOUS SOURCES. He . Popped—No Occasion lu He Afraid—Too Laic—A Swin dled Millionaire —Another Wrecked Life, etc. She—“l saw a funny thing in the pa ]>er. It says that somewhere out West the weather is so hot that a framer who went into his corn field found that all the corn had popped. It must be awfully nice to have such weather.” He—“ Why, what are you talking about? Think how you’d suffer!” Bhe—“Yes, I might suffer. But then, perhaps, other things besides the corn might pop.” He popped. —Bolton Traziscript. So Occasion to be Afraid. •‘Why don’t you propose to her, Joe?” “Well, I’m half afraid.” “She loves you, don’t she?” "Oh, awfully.” "You agree with her father in politics?” "Yes.” "And with her brother as to who is the best pitcher?” "Yes.” “Then dlow mo if I can see what you’re afraid of. ” — Harper's Bazar. Too Late. A couple of young ladies, bosom friends: -‘My dearest Olga, I could not rest until I had come and made an effort to dispel the gloomy thoughts which, to judge from your letter yesterday, threat ened to develop into suicidal mania. ’Tis true Alfred has jilted you—the wretch! Still, try to act like a sensible girl and look out for another engage ment.” “Your advice comes too late, darling.” •“Good gracious! Olga, you surely haven’t taken poison!” “Well, n-n-no; the fact is I-I became engaged again yesterday. A Swindled Millionaire. Mr. Moncybagß, who has recently ac quired. a fortune—“lt’s n, shame and a disgrace the way everybody conspires to rob a rich man.” Friend—“ What's the matter now?” “Well, you see I had a little party at my mansion last night.” “So I saw by the papers. ” “And to amuse my guests I ordered some music.” “Yes, I heard you ordered a quar tette.” “Just so, and burst my buttons if four singers didn’t crowd into the room and sing and I had to pay all four of them, and mind you I only ordered one solitary quartette. That’s the way I’m swindled every day of my life and lam tired of it.” Another Wrecked Life. First Omaha Youth—“ Seems to me Jinkin looks rather shabby, lias he lost his position ?” Second Omaha Ycuth—“No, he is making several thousand dollars a year right along.” “Well, well! gambles, 1 suppose?” “Gambles I You eouldn’t hire Jinkin to play card*.” “Don’t see how he can drink up so much money.” “He don’t drink.” “What under the canopy docs he do, then?” “Poor fellow! He has become an in veterate amateur pliotonrapher. ” Omaha Herald. An Agreeable Change. A housewife on Antoine street had cleared off the breakfast table the other morning, and just as she gave her pan of dishwater a heave into the back yard a man came around the corner of the houso and received the full contents from chin to Me Is. “O! dear, but 1 beg a thousand par dons!” exclaimed the woman when she realized what she had done. “Not a pardon, ma’am,” he calmly re plied. “Butit was so cureless in mo!” “Not a bit cureless, ma’am. I am a gentleman out of work and with no means. I make it a practice to call at variotu houses iu search of cold victuals, la most cases they sling the bull-dog or the axe at me. I lay my hand upon my heart and assure you that this is an inno vation —a change—a diversion that I can really enjoy, and I thank you for it. Good-day, ma’am.” —Detroit Free Press. The National Game. “Here you are, are you, you young reprobate?” said Mr. Badgerly, as li came across his son playing baseball on the common. ~“So this is the way you spend the time you ought to be putting in at school, is it? Here the teacher’s been sending word wantin’ to know if you was sick, and I’ve been hunting for you for the last hour. No, sir, I don't care if it is your strike, or whose strike it is. I won’t have any more of this blame nonsense. You just—” Here the boy made an ineffectual pass at the ball, and the old gentleman paused. “Great Scott!” exclaimed the old man under his breath as he peeled off his coat. “How many more strikes you got?” “Two,” replied the boy who had re treated to a safer distance as he observed his father’s preparations. “Well, just hand me that bat,- and I’ll show you what your old father can do in the way of a home run. Pitch 'em up there, hub.” —Merrhaul Traveler. Traded}- in Five Chapters. I. “Who was that iu your box the other night, Mollie?” asked a becutiful blonde being, framed by Nature to support the struggling milliners at the expense of tlie head of the family first and some other man after, to a brunette being of the same kind. “Oh, that wus Mr. Smith of New York. He’s awful handsome, isn’t he, Josie!” “He’s just splendid.” ’'“He’s of good family, too.” “Introduce me, won’t you?” “Dll, he’s poor,” “Poor thing!" “I tell you what we’ll do. PII keep him for the Haul* Crux trip and you can have him (or the springs.'• 11. Extract from a letter from Augustus Ctesar Smith, San Francisco, to his sister in New York: “You will be pleased, my dearest sis, to know that I am progressing finely in California. I have just met a most charm ing young lady, Miss Mollic Blank, whose father has devoted many years most suc cessfully to dollarculturc. She is much struck with me, and it seems to be quite genuine. She has invited me so strongly to go to Santa Cruz while her family is there that I trust to consummate the matrimonial scheme very shortly. I feel that I only need speak now to be accepted. Congratulate me!” 111. “How was he, Mollic?” “Who?” “Smith.” “Smith? What Smith?” “Smith, of New York.” “Oh, he was splendid. The first two weeks wc had an elegant time. ” A Well, you remember y>ur promise?” “What abotlt?” * ‘To give him to me. ” "Certainly. You can have him. He’s all right; very pleasant nnd agreeable until fie proposes to marry you. Then he’s no good. Look out for him. He made eight holes in the sand with his knees at Santa Cruz imploring me to be come Mrs. Smith.” IV. Extract from a letter from A. C. Smith to his sister: "You will be pained to learn that I found tho Mollic Blank that I told you about a little fool. I couldn't stand her after two weeks’ acquaintance. You would not have like her, I know. I have become smitten with a true and noble little woman, Miss Josie , who is in every respect the antithesis of that coquette. She will make a lovely little wife—and she is quite as wealthy. lam happy this time, for I know she loves mo. ” V. Brief note from A. C. Smith to his sister: "My Dearest Sister: Strike father for $250 for mo tflgct home with. Your af fectionate brother.” —Chicago Tribune. Vivisecting Dogs. Dr. B. F. Curtis has been conducing a series of experiments on living ani mals to ascertain, if possible, the effects of injuries inflicted on and within the abdomen, and the best method of treat ing them. His inquiries are considered of especial importance by the profession. His experiments, or vivisections, were chiefly performed at the Carnegie Labor atory. The animals were dogs. Among other experiments the “buffer accident" was artitlciully produced. The dog, a largo one, was giveu sufficient ether to be rendered unconscious, and while in this state lie was placed on the floor on his back and a weight of six, eight, ten and twelve pounds was dropped on his stoiriftAi rafl i ffftrevft' pfcee^frww'vwrhws heights, to ascertain the amount of force necessary to rupture the internal organs, a matter about which there is much dis pute nmong doctors, most of whom claim that great force is required. After the the weights had been dropped the dog was placed on the operating table, giveu stimulants hypodermically, the cut open and the extent .of the injuries noted. The intestines were ruptured in several places, demonstrating that the force re quired was far less than usually supposed. The ruptured intestines were carefully sewed up and the abdominal cavity washed out with an antiseptic solution. The dog was then taken to the cellar of the building, where Dr. Curtis had arranged a dog hospital, which consisted of a vault in which a number of soap boxes were arranged ulong either side, in each of which a dog under treatment was pluced and secured by a chain. The animal referred to above was a very sick dog, but pulled through and was made the subject of several more experiments before meeting his death. Almost every possible accident that can occur to human abdomen was reproduced on the dogs, and every kind of treatment sug gested by the most advanced scientific ideas tried. A large number of dogs were made subjets of vivisection, most of them tinally losing their lives in the cquse of science. —New York World. Cat Furs. It is estimated that not less than 0,000,- 000 kittens arc annually brought into thie sinful world. Of these the great majority are miserably drowned—a practice which is destined shortly to be done away with by a recognition of the cat ns a fur-bearing animal. Hugs of selected Maltese and tortoise shell are already quite expensive, and excellent imitations of various furs arc made in this material. Taxidermists, too, are advertising for kittens by the thousand to stuff for ornamental pur poses. At present the only purpose to which they are applied in this country is the manufacture of carriage robes, but vast numbers of them are sent to Europe, where they are in great demand for coats and hats, dressing-gown linings and other garments. The pelts come from all parts of the country. They are gathered by pro fessional collectors, who supply them by the quantity at regular scheduled rates. A common cat skin is worth .3 cents, a pure Maltese 10 cents and a black one 25 cents. The cheap kind must be dyed before making up, but the black and Maltese are prettier with their color un adulterated. A carriage rolie of the best cat fur is worth from $4O to $3O. There are always plenty of stray cats run ning wild ill the rural district. The Maine woods are full of them. They breed wonderfully fust, and it is good sport popping them off the fences and stone walls along the roadside. —Boston Pott. Alligators. This is the way a' boy wrote about them: Alligators are fouud in the rivers of Florida. 1 never found any there, be cause 1 am a poor hand at fiuding things. And if I lost an alligator I wouldn't care whether 1 found it again or not. I would rather pay him bigger w ages and let him And himself and do his own washing. The alligator's hide is very tough, so arc the places where alligators hide. Hoots are made of tbi < hide, which makes me think of a little story: A boy, who hail no covering for his feet except an old |utir of gaiters, went to hunt an alligator one day, so ns to get his hide for to niMke anew pair, but the creature i swallowed him, gaiters and alt, which | was alligator he wanted, —Hi/Uuft. 11.00 Per Aaani, la Altiin. THEN AND NOW. r. When I was young the girls war* thrifty, Their work went right ahead. They milked the cows, and churned the butter And learned to make good bread. 'Tis thirty years since me and ’Zekel First started out together, And now we’ve got right smart o' money Laid by for rainy weather. IL We don’t go much on bonds or coupons, Or railroad stocks, and sich. We like the ring of gold nnd silver, It makes one feel so rich. But la! We’ve spent many a dollar Upon our only darter, And Sairy Ann’s so smart, wefeck'rv. Schoolin’ would make her smarter, in For five king years she went to college, Alu stuffed her pretty head, Till now she knows more than the parson, But yet she can’t make bread. When she came home, Kays I, we’ll see now What eddicatkm is,— For I catched cold one day a churnin' And took the rheumatiz. IV. She fixed her hair in what she told us Was a McCarty roll, And went to mixing up her bread-dough In my best butter bowl. She made it, and she said she baked it, And I set down and cried, And for a while I didn’t care much Whether I lived or died. v. While ’Zekel, up and down the garden, A rarin’ and a pitchin’, Was swearin’ at the college teachers. Cause they’d forgot the kitchen. He wished there was no ’ology, or Any siek foreign stuff, If graduates made bread like leather. Only more sour and tough. VI. Om* Sairy's no good in the kitchen, But then she’s awful smart, She keeps the old planner humuiin’, Raves over worksqf art; . Reads French,and paints,and sings, but ’Zekel Says he would give his head, if she’d forget that tom-fool jiousense, And learn to make good bread. —Marg A. Benson,in Texas Siftings, PITH AND FOOT. It is difficult for a drinking man to hold his breath; it is generally too strong for him.— Siftings. “I was rapped iu slumber,” said the tramp as the policeman hit him with a club.— Washington Critic. The chinch bug cats the farmer’s grain, The bee moth spoils his honey, . The bed-bug fills him full <*£ pain, The humbug scoops his money. —Faumua {.Texas) Argus. The man who is in the habit of trying to get at the bottom of things should be ware of falling overboard in mid-ocean. Boston Courier. “How to Get Into Print” is the title of a recent article in an eastern paper. How to get out of print is what is worrying most people. —Fort Worth Gazette. “Man wants but little hero below,” Borne people say. but it is best to gay —tor it is true, all know— That most of us want lots of rest. —Pittsburg Dispatch. He—“So you don’t care to bo mine with all that I have at my command?” She—“ That's just the trouble. I don't want to be under your command.”— Judge. Connoisseur—“l tell you what it is, McDaub, those buzzards are simply su perb. You shouldn’t paint, any but birds.” Artist (disgusted)—“Those are not buzzards. They are angels!”— filings. Before a Norristown young man started out with his girl foi a promenade the other evening, he drew from his pocket a New York paper and read an article entitled, “Nearly One Hundred Persons Made Sick by Hating Ice Cream*"—Nor ristown Herald. A med cal journal says it never knew of anybody that was hurt by a ripe wa termelon ; but the newspapers have fre quently recorded cases of individuals in the South being filled full of shot while leaving a patch with a ripe melon under each arm. And that mußt have hurt.— Norristown Herald. Tlte Poison in lee Cream. The Journal of AuaJytiatl Chanhtry, edited by Edward Hart, professor of analytical chemistry of Lafayette College, contains an article by Professor Victor C. Vaughan upon tyrotoxicon, the poisonous substance jmue times found in ice cream. This substance was dis covered by Professor Vaughan about a year ago, and he hwtsincc spent a great deal of time in examining it. He has discovered thi.t tyrotoxicon is identical with diazo-benzol, a substance which lias been known for many years, and which was first prepared from aniline by Peter Griess. a German chemist. The poison is caused by a peculiar fermentation of the cream before it is frozen, and it can be separated from the cream by ireat ment with soda and then with ether, which dissolves the. poison. An important point brought out by Professor Vaughan's researches is that the poison is entirely destroyed by Imiling the ice cream mix ture before it is frozen. A Georgia Nimrod. Elijah Youngblood, of Coffee county, Georgia, onght to be proud of his records as thus set forth in the Augusta ftaiette: “Elijah Youngblood has killed 090 deer. He is one of Coffee’s most successful farmers, and lives now on one of the poorest places in the county and makes plenty. It is said that since 1840 eleven families have starved on the place, but lie makes plenty, and sells corn, potatoes and bacon. He says any man who cannot make a living in this country should not live. He is sixty-one years old, can walk all day in the woods, ami can run a milb to head a deer or wildcat wheu he hears old ‘Atman’ bark. He has killed 240 wildcats. Out in lowa they have anew theory to account for drouths in summer. They think it is due to the artificial drainage, by nmans of which the surface water, which otherwise, it is explained, would ..land around, evaporate, and cause showers, is inada to fiow off into Iks rivers. NO. 28.