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WALTER 8. COI.EXAN, Editor and Proprietor.
VOL. XII.
ellijay courier.
PUBLISHED EVEBT THC3SDAY
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WALTER S. COLEMAN.
GENERALDIRECTORY.
Superior Court meets 3d Monday in
May and 2nd Monday in October.
COUNTY OFFICERS.
J. C. Allen, Ordinary.
T. W. Craigo, Clerk Superior Court.
M. L. Cox, Sheriff.
J. R. Kinciad, Tax Collector.
Locke Langley, Tax Receiver.
Jas. M. West, Surveyor.
O. W. Rice, Coroner.
Court of Ordinary meets Ist Monday
in each month.
Town COUNCIL.
E. W. Coleman, Intendant.
L. B. Greer,
J.' fcSfjr. Commissioners.
T. J. Long, J
W. FT. Foster, Marshal.
RELIGIOUS SERVICES.
Methodist Episcopal Church South—
Every 3d Sunday and Saturday before.
G. W. Griner.
Baptist Church—Every 2nd an 1
Sunday, by Rev. E. B. Shope.
Methodist Episcopal Churcli—Every
Ist Saturday and Sunday, by Rev. T. G.
Chase.
FRATERNAL RECORD.
Oak Bowery Lodge, No. 81, F. A. M.,
meets Ist Friday in each month.
L. B. Greer, W. M.
T. H. Tabor, S. W.
J. W. Hipp, J. W.
R. Z. Roberts, Treasurer.
1). Garren.S ecretary.
W. S. Coleman, S. D.
W. C. AlleD, J. D.
S. Garren, Tyler.
R. T. PICKENS,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
ELLIJAY, GEORGIA.
Will practice in all the conrts of Gil
mer and adjoining counties. Estates
and interest in land a specialty. Prompt
attention given to all collections.
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DR. J. R. JOHNSON,
Physician and Surgeon
ELLIJAY, GEORGIA.
Tenders his professional services to the
people of Gilmer and surrounding coun
ties and asks the support of his friends as
heretofore. All calls promptly filled.
E. W. COLEMAN,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
ELLIJAY, GA.
Will practice in Buo Ridge Circuit, Countj
Court Juetice Court of Gilmer County. Legal
bauineei solicited. “Promptueu” ie our motto.
DR. J. S. TANKERSLEV.
Physician and Surgeon,
Tend"re hie professional serricea to thi jt i
sens of Ellijay, Gilmer and surrounding oom
ties. All calls promptly attended to. Otfics
upstairs over the firm of Cobb A Son.
RIFE WALDO THORNTON, D.D.B.
DENTIST,
Calhoun, Ga.
Will visit Ellijay and Morganton at
both the Spring and Fail term of the
Superior Court—and oftener by special
contract, when sufficient work is guar
anteed to justify me in making the visit.
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THANKSGIVING.
O Thon, whose power the earth displays,
Whose promises of lifs are ours,
The springtime offered Thee her praise
Amid the censers ofthe flowers.
And now again, O Love Divine,
A thousand vales the harvest fills;
We seek thy house to-day, and join
The eternal chorus of the hills.
MEETING IN THE RAIN.
A THANKSGIVING ROMANCE.
On a gloomy evening in November a
young lady was walking rapidly along
the country road leading out of the little
village of N . It was an isolated
region, and she had met no one, except
now and then a tired laborer returning
from his short autumn day’s work, who
gazed at her with some surprise, as he
made her an uncouth salutation.
For this young lady, Miss Violet Den
nis by name, was very evidently not of
this locality, as one saw at a glance.
From the top of her little close walking
hat to the tip of her dainty boot, she was
as elegant and stylish as nature and art
could make her. Her presence here just
now was due to the fact tlist she hud
lingered late at a country boarding
house, where she had accompanied an
invalid aunt, after the gay season of the
watering places was over. This was the
last evening of her stay at N , and
she was now returning from the daily
constitutional which she made a great
point of. She was walking rapidly, for
there was an imminent threatening of
rain—already a few stray <rrops had
fallen. Reflecting that she had neither
waterproof nor umbrella, she begau to
feel very apprehensive, and not without
reason, for iu a few minutes more she
found herself in the midst of a steady,
settled downpour, which soon drenched
her. She couldn't help laughing at the
idea of her absurd appearance, and was
plodding bravely on, when she suddenly
become aware of a buggy approaching
her.
It contained one person only—a young
gentleman, who had the air of a man of
the world, and was dressed in the rough
textured, well titling equipments suited
toahunting expedition.
The rain was coming down in torrents
as he approached Miss Dennis, and he
gave her a very bewildered gaze, and
lifted his hat automatically as he passed.
The next instant an expression of won
der, doubt and surprise came into his
face, and he abruptly turned his horse
and came up to her side, springing from
the buggy and addressing her with much
earnestness.
‘‘Pray let me diive you to your desti
nation,” lie said, baring his head to the
rain and looking at her scrutinizingly.
...“Tlmuk you very much, but I don’t
mind the rain,’’said Miss Dennis. “Be
sides, lam half way there, and am al
ready wet.”
"Allow ,st, tlioughl have no
right,” he saitf, with a manner that was
extremely deferential, despite itshurry.
“It is really the only thing to do.”
Almost before she knew what she was
doing, Violet found herself walking
toward the buggy, and the next instant
the young man had taken from it a man’s
rubber coat, and was holding it out for
her to put on. At thip Miss Dennis drew
back, somewhat haughtily. She was
Often called haughty by her friends, and
sometimes laughed at by them because of
it.
“Oblige me by putting this on at
once,” the young mitfi said, in a voice
that had such an imperious ring that
Violet actually surprised into com
pliant. An instant more a .firm hand
under her elbow had assisted her to her
seat, and the young man had taken a seat
beside her, and carefully drawn the rub
ber blanket around her.
“Where to?” he said, turning "and
facing her, and as he did so, broke into
a broad smile. There was nothing in the
smile but pure amusement, but, none the
less, slie resented it.
“To .Mrs. Harper’s boarding house, at
this cud of the village, if you know,” she
answered distantly.
. “I do not know, I regret to say. Buf
you will direct me, please.”
Miss Dennis merely bowed in reply.
“I do not know this country at all,"
the gentleman went on, “and you, I sup
pose, are almost as much a stranger
to it.”
This was unendurable! What right
had he to be trying to find out things
about her? She avoided looking towards
the handsome, brown-bearded face so
near to her, and answered, in a chilling
tone:
“On the contrary, I know it very
well.” '
“Then you live in this neighborhood?”
he asked, in a surprised tone.
“I beg your pardon,” said Violet, se
verely, not that she did not understand
him, bat that she wished to intimidate
him so that he would not repeat the
question.
“I asked if you lived in this neighbor
hood,” her companion said, quite una
bashed, and with a twinkle in his eyes
that would probably have angered her
further still if she had deigned to meet
his gaze.
“No, I do Dot live in this neighbor
hood,” answered the girl, icily.
“I am sure the neighborhood is vastly
the loser thereby.”
Violet threw back her head with a mo
tion of haughty indignation, whereat the
straDger broke into a little merry laugh.
At last the drive came to ai end, and
it was with infinite satisfaction that she
pointed out Mrs. Harper’s house.
“I am much obliged to you,” she
forced herself to say, ‘ ‘though I regret
exceedingly having trespassed on your
kindness."
“Don’t mention it, I beg of you,” the
young man answered, airily, “I con
sider myself infinitely the favored party,
I assure you. lam indebted to you for
a charming drive, which has had no
drawback, except its shortness.”
Well, surely: This was beyond all
precedent! flow could a man look
so essentially a gentlemsn and be so ill*
bred and obnoxiousl Violet was in a
rage. When the buggy stopped before
Mrs. Harper s gate, the young man kept
his seat while he said:
“I hope I may l>e permitted to learn
tb* name of my charming driving com*
panloo, that I may know by what title 1
am to cherish her in my memory. In
return let tne offer nr etrd."
He bed taken out L* pocket book, end
•ow extended * smell bit of neeteboerd
“■d MAP OF BUST UFB—ITS FLUOTVATIOHS AMD ITS VAFT COXCBR1I8."
ELLIJAY. GA.. THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 24. 1887.
toward her; but she would not even
glance at it.
“Will you be kind enough to let me
get out?” said Miss Dennis, in a voice of
scarcely controlled indignation. “I have
thanked yon for your "assistance, but I
have no wish to know your name, and
certaintly none to acquaint vou with
mine.”
And, scarcely giving him time to
descend from the buggy, Violet sprang
past him, ignoring his proffered hand,
and ran toward the gate. Before she
had reached it, however, the words,
“My coat, if you please; excuse my men
tioning it,” checked her, and she was
obliged to submit to the humiliation of
taking off the bi<* rubber coat, and
returning it to him. She felt tha\
he was smiling, but she would not look
at him. As the young man received the
coat, he said, gravely^:
“Since you decline to read my name,
I must tell it to you. Allow me to intro
duce myself as ”
But the young lady had by this time
turned her back, and was walking rapidly
toward the house, and he paused ab
ruptly in the utterance of his name, per
ceiving that she was already out of ear
shot. He laughed to himself—a laugh
of genuine amusement—and resumed his
scat in the buggy, seeming in no way dis
comfited by the treatment he had re
ceived.
Miss Dennis, for her part, was thor
oughly mortified and indignant; but be
ing a sensible girl, she reflected that she
was going back to the city the next morn
ing, and need have no apprehensions for
the future, and so she said nothing of
her adventure to any one.
Shortly after Miss Dennis’s train had
left, next morning, the brown-bearded
stranger called at Airs. Harper’s, and ac
tually had the assurance to ask for Miss
Dennis, in the easiest way in the world,
and offer his card to be sent up to her.
But he was informed by the servant that
Afiss Dennis had returned to her home in
the city, and so he was compelled to re
trace his steps with a somewhat dejected
and disappointed visage.
* * * * 4
Miss Dennis’s city home was a very
elegant and luxurious one,and on Thanks
giving evening its decorations and fur
nishings were to be seen to the best advan
tage, by reason of the splendors of lights
and flowers which prevailed everywhere.
There was to be a grand family dinner
given in special honor of a young gentle
man, a somewhat distant relation, recent
ly returned from a prolonged stay abroad.
He had landed in America some weeks
back, but was now first come to this his
native city to pay his respects to the
family with due form and ceremony.
Violet was looking her very loveliest
to-night, in a beautiful white silk with
natural flowers, and there was unques
tionably a look of eager anticipation m
the eyes which she constantly turned to
wards the door.
And there was reailv -Mxfßoiz-** reason
for the heighiz, ' , : , ires- Rev*
her cheeks to-nig . ni,
Arthur Darcy, had GciAi Voigaoff .settled
upon, by all the friends of Doth parties,
as a most suitable match for her. The
young people were naturally sq congenial
and so drawn to each other, that the
thi g would probably have come about
of itself if.ikeir kind friends had not been
so obtjHSive, and finally roused Alias Den
nis’s haughty spirit, so that when young
Darcy ottered himself she said she had
no fancy for being married to order, and
met him with a flat refusal. Stung by
the rejection, Darcy sailed for Europe
immediately, and it was not until after
he had left that Violet had begun to feel
that, perhaps, she had made a mistake.
She Was not a girl to repine, however,
and sho was young and ardent and fond
of society, and she had been a very gay
and popular feature therein during these
years, but she had never had her heart
so really touched by any one as it had
been by the cousin she had by her own
act, banished, and although she had not
been enough in love to pine for him, sho
felt exhilarated at the thought of seeing
him again.
When the door opened at last and he
came in, looking very quiet and elegant
in his evening dress, with his smooth
shaven cheeks and brown mustache and
somewhat bronzed complexion. Y’iolet
thought him a good deal changed, and
yet she told him she would have known
him anywhere.
“I was scarcely more than a lad when
I went away,” he'said, “and these are
the yea s in which a man changes most.
You are changed, too, Violet, and for
the better—which you have not had the
grace tc say to me. I should have known
you, of course; but with you it is dif
ferent. There is an infallible mark of
identification.”
“Ob,you still remember the three little
moles, do you?” said Violet, putting her
white hand up to her cheek and laying
her finger upon three tiny dark-brown
spots near the corner of her right eye.
They were no larger than freckles, and
as they heightened the effect* of her
brilliant complexion, her admirers were
apt to dwell upon them as one of her
chief beauties.
“Of course I remember them,” said
Mr. Darcy, “and as they are ineradicable,
you could never succeed in hiding your
identity from me, if you went to the ends
of the earth.”
There was rather a tender intonation
in liis voice as he said this, and Violet
felt her hearta little stirred by the sound
of these familiar tones. They were
standing apart lor a moment, and no one
heard her as she said, playfully:
“It was you who went to the ends of
the earth—not I.”
“It was you who sent me,” he said,
“and it is vott who have brought me
back.”
“Not consciously or voluntarily,” said
Violet, with a touch of her old hauteur,
“No; unconsciously and involuntari
ly," he answered, “but surely and unmis
takably, for all that.”
There was no opportunity for further
conversation between them now, and
very soon dinner was announced, and as
they were separated there, it was late be
fore Mr. Darcy found himself again at
Miss Dennis's side. He had lingered
after all the guest* had gone, and new
they were quite alone.
“So you would have known me any
where, Violet!" be asked, looking down
•t her rather fondly as she stood b< tide
him
“I could atrsr fail to know your ayes,"
she said. “They, at lsaet, have not
ohaagad."
“Neither Uti the heart changed," he
said, gently. “Every now and then,
when 1 was far away, I used to fall into
the most torturing doubts about you. I
had made up my mind—idiot that 1 was
—that I would never come back to you,
and that you could never have loved me
at all, if you could send me away like
that. I think now that perhaps—maybe
—well, possibly I was mistaken. Was I?”
“I don’t know,'' said Violet, not pre
pared for immediate surrender. “There’s
one feeling I always have about you.
When I am in trouble or worried, or
when I think any one has treated me
badly, lahvays think of you. I suppose
it ishaving no father or brother that makes
me think of you when I want someone to
take care of me. Now a thing happened
not long ago ”
And then she proceeded to give him
an account of the rude yd presumptu
ous man who had tttjgff advantage of
her helplessness to force himself upon
her acquaintance, to which he listened
patiently, and at the end answered,
somewhat irrelevantly: “And so you
are sure you would hai c k io .vn me any
where?”
“Oh, yes; Fin certain of that."
“Even if you had i.ncu my eyes
though persistently avoiding iliciu— and
if I had had a big brown beard all over
my face—and it had been in a most un
expected region, in i pouring rain, in
the twilight of a winter evening?”
“What are you talking about?” said
Violet, bewildered. i—
“I am trying to prove that I had a more
faithful memory than you. Noteven the
rain,nor the isolation,nor the twilight,nor
the rubber coat, nor the draggled feathers,
disguised from me. I confess I had
some doubts until you got into the
buggy. Then I had a good view of the
right side of your face, and saw the
three little moles which identified you
beyond possibility of mistake. Tho
fancy seized me then t > play a part and
see if you still retained the old haughty
manner that has cost me so much, and
that I look for in vrt’ii in the person of
this meek maiden beside me.”
Violet did not speak. She was too
astounded, so he went oil:
“If you remember, I tried to make
myself known, but you would neither
read my card nor hear iny name. Y’ou ran
and left me relentlessly, but I had a
horse I could not leave, so I resolved to
rectify matters by calling next day and
sending my card, knowing you would
come down at once, and picturing your
suprise, when I explained my double
identity. I had gone down to join some
friends in shooting, and expected to be
some days in tho neighborhood. You
may imagine my disappointment, there
fore, when I called only to learn that you
were gone.”
It wassome time before Violet quite
forgave him -or the'.use he had prac
ticed, but lie made his peace at last, and
before they parted, he took from liis
pocket a bright and sparkling object,
which he slipped npon her finger,
i “V'-yVill you accept that, from mo, ,
Y’ffu t?” lie said. “I bought that jewel
long ago, because it was a very pure anti
pe; :'t one, resolving that if I ever ask'd
any woman to marry me, I would offer it
to her. Somehow I have never been able
to fancy it on any hand but yours. Will
you take it, Violet, and with it a ncart
that has been faithful to you throughout
all these years of separation?”
st >i sc ** * ■:
Violet still wears the ring,and it serves
as a gqard now to another, which, though
it has no jewel in it, is a thing more
precious still, which Arthur Darcy put
on her band before the winter that fol
lowed that Thanksgiving Day was over.
Mrs. Cleveland's Simple Luncheon.
A Philadelphia letter to the Chicago
Tribune says: She stood the torture of
long-continued handshaking hero ad
mirably, though it raised some big blist
ers on her hands. She was pretty well
worn out when she left at nearly mid
night on the train for home. She had
just come from the big dinner given to
the President by the Historical Society
of Pennsylvania and other learned bod
ies. While her husband and the other
guests on the floor were discussing a
superb menu, she and a coterie of
other ladies looked on from tho Prince of
Wales’s box, and ate nothing more filling
than the Bubstanco of many laudatory
speeches. She counted, however, on a
good solid luncheon on the way home,
as an order had been left at n fashiona
ble hotel near by for something uncom •
manly good. As she was seated in her
compartment of the drawing-room car
that President Roberts of thy Pennsyl
vania Railroad Company had placed at
her disposal, and the train was about to
start, the French head-waiter from the
hotel came in with his face as sad-look
ing as a figure on a tombstone.
“Madame,” he explained;* ‘Madame,
something terrible has happened—ah I
very terrible!”
“What?” asked the President's wife,
in alarm, her face beginning to pale.
“You remember the luncheon?”
“Well?”
“We came with it here too soon.
There was no fire here anywhere, and
we were forbidden to make one for fear
of filling the depot with smoke, and so
rendering it objectionable to your nos
trils, madame.”
“Yes.”
“And so we sent it back to the hotel
to keep it warm. My waiters, who have
just come from the hotel with wraps for
some of the ladies, were not informed,
and so they have left the luncheon be
hind.”
“O, it is nothing," answered Mrs.
Cleveland, with the spirit of a martyr.
“We shall manage to got along. But,
dear me, I am hungry!”
“Will you never forgive us, madame?”
“I forgive you now. But is there
really nothing to eat on the oar?”
“Nothing, madamo.”
“Nothing?"
“Exoept, madame, some bread.”
“Bread ? Then we are all right.”
“And some butter, madame.”
“Good!"
“And some tomatoes. Wo intended
them for alud."
“Tomatoes ; Why, we revel! lu lux
ttiyl"
Off the train started, and for half an
hour afterwards apparnetly, the first
lady of the land gsyly munched bread
ana butter and raw tomatoes. Him ex.
pressed only one legrct— there was no
salt for tho tomato*
Bauman wait*)* assart that a typical
Aiaerioan rare!) git so tips,
BUDGET OF FUN.
HUMOROUS SKETCHES FROM
VARIOUS SOURCES.
A Hot Wave For the Eskimo—O be jr-
In* Instructions—He Did Not
Get Away—Enthusiasm
Squelched, Etc.
The Eskimo Bits on his porch of ice
While the sweat from his brow falls and
freezes,
He fans himself with his hat, and exclaims:
‘‘Oh, how this hot spell doth squeeze us!”
He thrusts his bare feet into the snow,
And says: “1 will die a hero,
For who can live when the mercury's up
To fifty degrees of zero!
“If it gets much hotter there’ll be a thaw,
Au.i 1 11 burn up, sure as blazes;
It’s a terrible thing for a fellow to melt
And never leave any traces.
We'll have warm meals before long, I fear,
And the seal-oil soon will soften; )
The air is torridly horrid, I would \ ft
' I " ere in my ice-hew n coffin. 1
“My walrus suit 1 have laid aside,
But still 1 awfully suffer,
X wish I was nearer the north pole now,
Or that, to heat 1 wero tougher.”
The thermometer points to lorty-five,
And with burning fears it fills him—
The very blood in his veins thaws out,
Circulation sets in, and it kills him.
— Tid-BiU
Obeying Instructions.
Old Lady (to grocer’s boy).—“Don’t
you know, boy, that it is very rude to
whistle when dealing with a lady?”
Boy—“ That’s what the boss told me
to do, mum.”
Old Lady—“ Told you to whistle?”
Boy—“ Yes, ’m. He said if wo ever
gold you anything wo’d have to whistle
for the money.”— Bazar.
He Did Not Get Away.
“You never drink or smoke, do you,
George, dear?” she said. “Y’ou know I
could never marry a man who drinks and
smokes."
George, in a broken-hearted tone of
voice, admitted that he did smoke and
drink a little, and turned to go.
But a pair of white, twenty-seven-year
old arms were around his neck in a mo
ment.
“Nevermind, George.” said tho girl;
“perhaps my wifely influence will induce
you to give them up.” —New York Sun.
Enthusiasm Squelched.
Enthusiastic Citizen (about to visit
Europe)—“How delightful it will be to
tread the bounding billow and inhale the
invigorating oxygen of the sea, the sea,
the boundless sea! I long to soe_ it! to
breathe iu great draughts of life-giving
air. I shall w int to stand every moment
on the prow of tho steamer with my mouth
open.”
Citizen’s Wife (encouragingly)—“You
probably will. That’s the way all the
ocean travelers do.”
.iriffnpn silence ensues.— Detroit
A specirfl court.
'* L'CAI way* Tell the Truth.
A careless mau while qt work in the
Back Bay the other day dropped u brick
from tho second-story of the building
upon which he was engaged. Leaning
over the wall he discovered a well-dressed
gentleman with his hat crushed over his
eyes and ears and engaged in a desperate
effort to extricate his head from its bat
tered covering.
“Did that brick strike any one down
there?” the man inquired, his voice
quivering with apprehension. The af
flicted citizen, who had just removed the
dismantled cranial adornment, replied,
with considerable wrath:
“Yes, sir; it hit me.”
“That’s right,” came the cool and ex
asperating response. “I wonid rather
liavo wasted 1,000 bricks than to have
had you tell me a lie about it.”— Boston
Record.
A Sign That Worked Both Ways.
“I'm not tho least superstitious,” said
a lady in the street car to her escort,
“but there is one sign that I’ve never
known to fail. If I see the now moon
over my left shoulder I’m just as sure to
have bad luck as can be, and if I sec it
over iny right shoulder I always have
good luck.”
“That is very remarkable."
“Isn’t it. Now last month I saw tho
moon over my left shoulder, and the
very next day I went out riding on
Dolly and she threw me. Wasn’t that
awful luck?”
“It was, Indeed. Did you ever know
it to work the other way?”
' “Certainly, I have. I saw tho moon
lover my right shoulder this month, and
the other day when I was out driving,
and the horse overturned the carriage, I
didn’t even get hurt, although I might
have been killed. Oh, I’m sure it never
fails. —Merchant Traveler.
A “Short-Hand” Writer.
By an accident while gunning in Mis
souri when a boy, Postmaster J. C. Hen
drix. of Brooklyn, shot off the fingers
off his right hand. In writing, the New
York Tribune says, he holds his pen be
tween his thumb and the stub of his fist.
When he was a college sophomore at
Cornell he accepted the editorship of a
little foolscap-si/ed sheet daily at Ithaca,
in the place of the fotmer editor, who
had suddenly disappeared. Mr. Hen
drix composed the entire staff, doing the
work of reporter, correspondent, scissors
driver and leader writer. In his capac
ity as reporter he attended a supper of
the Ancient Order of Hibernians on the
evening of Bt. Patrick’s Day. A burly
looking Irishman watched him as his
pen, so queerly held, ran nimbly along
over the paper. Again the next day the
same man brought a companion with him
into the newspuper office, and, after buy
ing a copy of the paper, loitered behind
with his eyes fixed upon the editor, who
was then scribbling away as rapidly as
the night before. Then turning to his
friend the Hibernian said:
“Faith, it’s often Oi’ve huhrd tell of I
thim short-hand writers, but this is the .
furst toimo Oi ivver sit oiyes on one of
thim I”
Not Very Conversational.
There Is an American In the customs'
service in China who is guile a charac
ter. Hit coolness and suuraoos have i
tried the patiece of Kir Robert Hart the
Imperial Director of Custom* many times
these twenty years, but he is atill there.
He never oould learn Chinese, and even
whan It was made imperative that the
custom* n*u should kuow the language
|to tom* sitosl he didn’t learn It. He
was always doing something wrong, oi
against the rules. On one occasion Sii
Robert Hart was in Shanghai, and, walk
ing down tho Band, he met the Ameri
can, whose post was at a Southern port.
The American saluted.
“Well, sir,” said Hart, “will you have
the goodness to explain why you are not
at your post in Amoy? - ’
“Certainly, Sir Robert. lam travel
ing with a No. 1 Alandarin on duty.”
“Y’ou! Y’ou can’t be of much use
How do yon manage? Y’ou don’t under
stand Chinese?”
“No; but I don’t talk to him.”
“How can you get on without talking
to him?”
“Well, you see, Sir Robert, he’s
dead.”
He was 'escorting the body of a dead
Mandarin to hisfnmily place. —San Fran
eiieo Chranirte.
“Once a Day.”
Thirty ycat ago,, one of the most
famous elephants that traveled in this
country was “Old Columbus." During
one of his summer trips through Vir
ginia, he stopped at the town of D —-.
In the neighboring town of H , a boy
familiarly called “Dave.” und notorious
for leadership in all kinds of mischievous
tricks, determined to show off before the
other boys at “Old Columbus's” expense,
and iuvited several of his companions to
go with him.
Having come to the elephant’s stable,
Dave gave him, first, candy, then cake,
and finally cried: “Now, boys!" and
slipped a piece of tobacco into his pro
boscis, intending to get out of danger,
and enjoy “Old Columbus’s” disgust and
anger.
But, before he could move Columbus
seized him, and whirled him upward
through the opening overhead against
the roof the stable.
Unhurt by his unexpected “rise,” Dave
dropped on the hay-mow. The other
boys below, supposing this to be the
“trick” promised them, cried out in ad
miration :
“Dave, Dave, do that again 1”
Dave comfortably seated out of harm’s
way, very earnestly answered:
“No, boysl I only do that trick once
a day 1”
The Exhaust I rcnosß of City Life
There are advantages in city life, but
there are results that lesson the gains. It
is not merely that there nre risks from
sewage gas nnd crowded rooms, but
from numbers that hinder interest. City
life brings out the ingenuity of man, but
there is a great exhaustion oi vital pow
er. There is constant wear and tear of
the system by the multiplicity of things
claiming attention. Think of tho com
mittee meetings to bo attended, of the
multiplied agencies demanding atten
tion ; of the tierce competition for exis
tence; of the strain put on men of
small capital by tho existence nnd adver
tising power of large houses; of the many
sights compelling thought: of the par
alysis sometimes produced by tho might
ier work to be overtaken, .and thedifttcnl
ty of making oneself foil amid the mov
ing crowds of the city. I Then add the
lateness of the hours the shop remain
open; the amount of gas used and the
bad air breathed; the rapidity with
which every customer lias to be attended
to; tho distance it is necessary to travel,
on trivial business, frequently, in a city;
the hurrying to catch trains; the com
plex arrangements to be met,and it must
be confessed that city life is most ex
haustive. The drafts on nervous energy
are constant. There is great excitement,
and the loss caused is not so readily re
paired as in tho country. The air is not
so pure. It has been ’ vitiated by bad
odors from every source breathed and
rebreathed; there is no ozone in it. This
accounts for the sense of lassitude so
many experience. The superintendence
of country toil or actual work lias a
more restorative influence than city
work. Agriculture has been thought
bcDcath many, nnd it has thus been left
to lower the minds, as though the best
cultivator of the land would be one who
had least cultivation ot brain. To what,
however, do men of leisure and compe
tency so readily turn as to farming? It
is evidently the normal state in which
pleasure and profit arc best combined.
Alan was not intended to be a mere ma
chine to get money. The growth of
cities meins that men live rather to gnin
wealth than to produce it. Mon make
money there, but at what cost is it?
How much is lost? Homo soy: “No,
there are these advantages in towns that
lectures, services and amusements can be
more readily reached.” Nearly all could
be gained in the country under better
management. The Quiver.
Self-Mending Snakes.
Oliver White, Secretary of the Peoria
(111.) Scientific Association, says in a
letter to the Heientijk American: “I be
lieve that you, like most scientific writers,
are inclined to scout the idea of the
“Glass-Snakes” putting themselves to
gether” and crawling away after being
broken in pieces. Now, facts are facts,
no matter what philosophy may say.
About ten years ago I caught one of
these reptiles, broke him in pieces from
one to two inches long, from the anus to
the tip of his tail—two-thirds of the
whole length of the way—then placed a
cage over him so that he could by no
means escape, and mistakes were impos
sible. Then, on returning to the place
twenty-four hours nfter, the snake was
there, sound and whole, in full length.
On close examination, however, I could
see where most of the breaks had lx-en,
and the first section, about an inch and
a half long, was not perfectly in place,
so that the fine longitudinal lines of the
figure weie perhaps one-sixteenth of an
inch out oi the way. The remaining
fractions corresponded, not with that,but
with the body. I did not know then that
this putting together process was seri
ously controverted by scientific men,
and supposed from previous careless ex
periment* that it was only the illiterate
who doubted.
Why She dried.
Children are senritivo plants in the
human garden. Touch them roughly
and they shrink from you. Few of us
’•ppreeiata the depth’of feeling they
|to*esa.
At the Wednesday night concert In
Grand Circus Park last wrek a gentleman
noticed a little girl crying.
“Whet 1* it, little oner’ ho asked.
“It's tbs music,” (aid the child, sob
bing. “I don't Ilk* to bear the timid
play, 'cause my little sister'* deed.
/l it roil Free I'rtss,
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NO. 36.
a crvole serenadb.
The lily bares her snowy breast
Beneath the summer moon;
The moth pursues his honeyed quest
Where sacked the bee at noon;
And from the fountain's liquid light
The fairy music Him
To plead for me the love, to-ntgbt,
Thy wayward heart denies.
Sail, Love, sail
Across the slumber sea,
And freight thy bark,
Amid the dark,
With tender dreams of me!
The lissome rose with balmy feet
Around thy lattice climbs;
The breeze steals In with wtngiets Beet
To breathe his silver rhymes;
While I, with weary waiting worn,
Gaze up with wistful eyes.
And guaiti thy slumbers till the morn
Comm laughing up the skies.
Sail, Love, sail
Across the slumber sea,
And freight tby bark,
Amid the dark,
Wit*U*ader dreams of me!
—Samuel if. Peck, in Timee-DemocraL
PITH m POINT.
A tight fit—Delirium tremens.
You can’t give a busy hotel clerk any
points on tho niglitsof labor.— Hotel Mail.
A dancing-master, having invented a
neat stylo of waltz, announces anew
movement on foot.
A poet writes: “I owe do man a dol
lar.” YV’o never did know a poet who
could gef any credit.— Bouton Pott.
Tho chestnut crop is so abundant that
nobody need feel under obligations to
add anything to it. —New York Sun.
Little pens of metal,
Little drops of ink,
Make the tyrant tremble
And the people think.
—-Sjtrinqfield Union.
The king of Spain is seventeen months
old and only gets $1,000,000 a year. But
if he sticks to business and gets around
to the throue early in the morning, and
only takes twenty minutes for lunch, and
doesn’t knock off before dark, there is
no reason why he shouldn't have his sal
ary raised.— Life.
"Y’ou must understand, Air. Dumley,
in seeking the hand of my daughter,’’
said the old man, “that sho will bring
you no dowry until after my death.” ‘T
understand, sir,” said Dumley, hope
fully, "hut you must bear iu mind, my
dear sir, that you are getting well on in
years.”— Harper ’* Bazar.
Her face was very sweet to see,
Her countenance was full of glee,
“Ah, you nropassing fair!” said he,
Her hand was very soft and wee,
Up lianded her car rare, did he. „
“Ah you are passing fare!” salt! she.
And as the lovers rode away
Right f ast the fair grounds blithe and gay,
“Ah, wi are passing fairl” said they.
—Goodairt Sun.
Painted Peas.
“I wouldn’t order those French peas,
if I were you,” observed a woll-known
New York physician to a Mail and Re
press reporter, ns they were dining in an
upper Broadway cafe.
“Why not?”
“Because green peas,especially French
ones, are deceptive. Time was when
green peas were as honest a vegetable as
ever grew. But ii this age of deception
and fraud very few vegetables can pre
serve their integrity.”
“Do you mean to say that these are
bogus peas?”
“No, but the color Is sometimes bogus.
It’s as unreal as the paint on an actress’*
face."
“Is it daugcrous?”
“I have never known it to do anything
more dangerous than to kill a person. It
is usually, howcviw, not that dangerous.
I only know of one fatal case,and m that
instance a mistake had been made in
coloring the peas; too much poison had
been used. Sulphate of copper is the
poison the fanners use to paint ou their
faded vegetables the verdant hue of
growth and freshness. A small quantity
only is used.”
“Why don’t the authorities prevent
the sale of them?”
“It is not a universally accepted fact
that they arc poisonous. American doc
tors, notably the members of the Massa
chusetts Board of Health, agree that the
combination of sulphate of copncr and
peas is hurtful. On the contrary, many
French and Bulgarian physicians claim
that it not only is not harmful, but is a
positive remedial agency, and sometimes
recommend it to patients suffering from
certain maladies. For my part, though,
I prefer my vegetables unadorned. I like
them plain and clothed in the colors na
ture gave them. A decorated pea has no
charms for me.”
Mother of Pearl.
In the western suburbs of Vienna
flourishes an industry which, as a gen
eral rule, docs not attract much public
attention, although it is of gome import
ance. This is the manufacture of article*
and ornaments where mother of pearl is
used. Attention has lately been drawn
to this industry, owing to the breaking
out of a strike among those engaged,in
it. It appears that the value of the
crude mother of pearl which is annually
consumed in the district is 3,000,000
florins (about £300,000), while the value
of exported articles is 8,000,000 florins
(about £070, 000). In the latter figures
arc not included the articles which are
sold in the home market, so that making
an allowance for thi item the annual
value of mot he -of pearl articles produced
iu the neighborhood of Vienna may be
set down at about £1,000,000 storling,
showing that this industry is one of con
siderable importance.— lndustries.
Blind Persona Notice Obstructions.
“I steod in an aisle,” said Mr. Harri
son of the Institution for the Blind,,
“when s blind boy was walking toward
me, and just as he came opposite I put
up my hand before bis fare. It brought
him up short, and he flung his bead beck
to avoid the obstruction. I did not
touch him with my hand, nor did I speak,
uor give any other indication of my pret
ence. How was he enabled to kuow the
obstruction was theret"
“Ha* that experiment b*en triad fa
mors than oae na*ef”
“It bat bees triad often and in many
eases, and always with sueesas.
Find Fun.