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WISE AND OTHERWISE.
—Drawing materials—Corkscrews.
—llow to get rid of rats —Kill them.
—Eve is certainlv the beginning of evil.
—ls it bad grammar tosay, “ Tha tair gun.”
—Hush-money—The price of a family cra
dle.
—“ Hell in solution” is the latest name for
Cincinnati whiskey.
—An Irishman called his pig Maud, be
cause it came into the garden so.
—“ ’Tis sweet to love, but oh, this bitter, to
jOve a girl and then not git her.”
—The boy with his first cigar and the negro
with his mule both tried to back her and
couldn’t.
—At a revival in a Massachusetts town re
cently, a chroino was offered to all who would
“come forward.”
—“ I come to steal,” as the rat observed to
the trap. “ I spring to embrace you,” us the
trap said to the rat.
—lt was a bright little boy who told his
teacher there were three sexes, the male sex,
the female sex, and the insects.
—A Wisconsin hen has been taught to sing
three tunes, and now there’s nothing to pre
vent her from joining the Italian opera.
—A little girl on the train was asked what
motive was taking her to the city. “ I believe
they call it a locomotive,” said the little inno
cent.
—California corn is growing quite as tall
this year as usual. The topmost ears can be
easily discerned by the aid of an ordinary tel
escope.
—An urchin, being rebuked for wearing his
stockings out at the toes, replied that it
couldn’t be helped—“ toes wiggled and heels
didn’t.”
—An amarous swain declares that he is so
fond of his girl that he has rubbed the skin
from his nose trying to kiss her shadow on
the wall.
—An old gander was recently killed in Vir
ginia at the age of ninety. The name of the
fortunate boarding-house that drew the prize
is not given.
—Now is the time when the fly crawls
about chilled and disspirited, and one is irre
sistibly impelled to pity him and drop a paper
weight on his back.
—To keep peddlers, lightning-rod men, pic
ture-enlargers, and sewing machine agents out
of houses —Post the notice “ Small-pox here,”
on the front door.
—A Detroit paper noting the fact that a
man lately dropped dead while combing his
hair, says: “ Yet there are people who persist
in the dangerous habit.”
—An Elberton doctor gave a patient a box
of anti-billious pills the other day, with direc
tions on the box, “to take one pill five times
a day.” Very economical pill that.
—An invalid was ordered by a physician to
take three ounces of brandy a day, and know
-ng that sixteen drams made an ounce, he has
been patiently taking f irty-eight drinks a day
ever since.
—The Missouri editorial convention was
opened with prayer by Elder Berry, and the
Troy Chief says: “It may have been opened
by elderberry, but we’ll bet it closed with
juniper-berry and old rye.”
—Boston has a merchant who has been in
business forty-seven years and never spent a
penny for advertising. lie began with §BOO,
and by strict attention to business and eco
nomical living has increased it to SBOS.
—A Californi aminister, who lias spent the
best part of the summer in endeavoring to
Christianize a Chinaman, thought he was get
ting on nicely, until John made a proposition to
him the other day, to “put in” with him and
start a faro bank.
—“ If I am not at home from the party to
night at 10 o’clock,” said a husband to his
wife, “do not wait for me.” “ That I won’t,”
replied the lady, significantly. “ I’ll come
for you.” To prevent difficulty, the gentle
man managed it so as to he home precisely at
10 o’clock.
—A letter-writer in the South says you can
not go on a cotton plantation in Alabama
now without hearing the commands : “ Sena
tor, start right smart to your cotton picking
“ Judge, you go and bring my horse around;”
or, “ Colonel, have a shoe put on that mule
right along.”
—A colored preacher down South took for
his text, “Though alter my skin worms de
stroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see
God,” which he divided into three parts,, as
follows : “ First, skin worms ; second, what
they do; third, what the man sw after he
was eat up.”
—An aged backwoodsman, who was repro
ved by the clergyman for allowing his sons to
go hunting on the Sabbath. “ You ought to
bring up your children in the fear of the
Lord,” said the minister. “ Fear of the Lord ?”
said the old man. “’S jiss what I’ve done.
Don’t one o’ them boys dare g’wout doors
Sunday ’thout a double-barrel gun.”
—Susan Jane must have been scantily
dressed when she was looking out for her lover
and sang:
“ He’ll come to-night: the wind’s at rest,.
The moon is full and fair;
I’ll wear the dress that pleased him best—
A ribbon in my hair.”
—Two Irishmen on a sultry night took ref
uge under the bedclothes from a party of mos
quitoes. At last one of them, gasping from
heat, ventured to peep beyond the bulwarks,
and espied a lightning-bug which had strayed
into the room. Arousing his companion with
a punch, he said: “ Fergus, Fergus, it’s no
use. Ye might as well come out. Here’s one
of the cravthers searching for us wid a. lan
tern !”
CRAWFORD, GEORGIA, FRIDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 6, 1874.
The Pemberton Mill Disaster.
The accounts of the fearful:tragedy at
Fall River have recalled to the minds of
most of our readers, doubtless, the terri-
I ble destruction of the Pemberton mill at
| Lawrence, Mass., January 10th. 1860.
j On that day, while the machinery of the
j mill was in motion, the main building
fell, without warning,* and a conflagra
tion soon after broke out in the ruins.
Of 700 persons in the building at the
time, 77 were killed and 134 injured, of
whom fourteen subsequently died. The
cause of this disaster was the faulty con
struction ot the iron pillars which sup
ported the floor-timbers, and the lack of
adhesive power in the mortar. In the
Atlantic Mmtkhj of March, 1860, Miss
Elizabeth Stuart Phelps gave a thrilling
and vivid description of the disaster in a
story entitled “ The Tenth of January,”
extracts from which will be found of
deep interest in this connection.
The silent city steeped and bathed it
self in rose-tints ; the river ran red, and
the snow crimsoned on the distant New
Hampshire hills; Pemberton, mute and
cold, frowned across the disc of the
climbing sun, and dipped, as she had
seen it dip before, with blood. The
day broke softly, the snow melted, and
the wind blew warmly from the river.
*******
Sene was a little dizzy this morning—
the constant palpitation of the floors al
ways make her dizzy after a wakeful
night—and so her colored threads dan
ced out of place and troubled her.
Dei Ivory, working beside her, said:
“ How the mill shakes ! What’s going
on ?”
“ It’s the new machinery they’re hoist
ing in,” observed the overseer, carelessly.
“ Great improvement, but very, very
heavy; they calculate on getting it all
into place to-day.”
*******
The wind began at last to blow chilly
up the staircases, and in at the cracks;
the melted drifts out under the walls to
harden; the sun dipped above the dam;
the mill dimmed slowly ; shadows crept
down between the frames.
“ It’s time for lights,” said Meg Match,
and swore a little at her spools.
“ Del,” said Sene, “ I think to-mor
row”—
She stopped. Something strange
happened to her frame; it jarred,
buzzed, snapped ; the threads untwisted
and flew out of place.
“Curious!” she said, and looked up.
Looked up to see her overseer turn
wildly, clap his hands to his head, and
fall; to bear a shriek from Del that
froze he r blood; to see the solid ceiling
gape above her; to see the walls and
windows stagger; to see iron pillars reel,
and vast machinery throw up its great
arms, and a tangle of human faces
blanch and writhe! She sprang as the
floor sunk. As pillar after pillar gave
way, she bounded up an inclined plain,
with the gulf yawning after her. It
gained upon her, leaped at her, caught
her, beyond were the stairs, and an open
door; she threw out her arms and
struggled on with hands and knees,
tripping in the gearing, and saw, as she
fell, a square oaken beam above her
yield and crash; it was of a fresh, red
color; she dimly wondered why, as she
felt her hands slip, her knees slide, sup
port, time, place, and reason go utterly
out.
“ At ten minutes before five o’clock on
Tuesday, the 10th of J anuary, the Pem
berton mill, all hands being at the time
on duty, fell to the ground.”
So the record flashed over the tele
graph wires, sprang into large type in the
newspapers, passed from lip to lip,a nine
days’ wonder, gave place to the success
ful candidate and the mattering South
and was forgotten.
Who shall say what it was to the seven
hundred and fifty souls who were buried
in the ruins ? What to, the eighty-eight
who died that death of ex juisite agony?
What to the wrecks of men and women
who endure to this day a life that is
worse than death ? What to the archi
tect and engineer who, when the- fatal
pillars were first delivered to them for
inspection, had found one broken under
their eyes, yet accepted the contract and
built with them a inill r whose thin walls
and wide, unsupported stretches could
never keep their place unaided? One
that we love may go to the battle-ground
and we are ready for the worst; we have
said onr gooJ-bv ; our hearts wait and
pray ; it is liis life, not kis death, which
is the surprise. But that he should go
out to his safe, daily commonplace occu
pation, unnoticed and uncarressed,
scolded a little, perhaps, because he
leaves the door open and tells us how
cross we are, this morning, and they bring
him up the steps, by and by, a mangled
mass of death and horror—that is hard.
Sene’s father heard, at 4:50, what he
thought to be the rumble of an earth-
quake under his very feet, and stood,
with bated breath waiting for the crash.
As nothing further appeared to happen,
he took his stick and limped out into the
street—A crowd surged through it from
end to end. Women with white lips
were counting the mills. Pacific, At
lantic, Washington—Pemberton. Where
was Pemberton? Where Pemberton
had blazed with its lamps, last night,
and hummed with its iron lips, this
noon, a cloud of dust, black, silent, hor
rible, puffed a hundred feet into the air.
Asenath opened her eyes after a time.
Beautiful green and purple lights had
been dancing about her, but she had had
no thoughts. It Occurred to her now
that she had been struck upon the head.
The church clocks were striking eight.
A bonfire, which had been built at a
distance to light the citizens in the work
of rescue, cast a little gleam in through
the debris across her two hands, which
lay clasped together at her side. One of
her fingers, she saw, was gone ; it was
the finger which held Dick’s little en
gagement ring. The red beam lay across
her forehead, and drops dripped from it
upon her eyes. Her feet, still tangled in
the gearing which had tripped her, were
buried beneath a pile of bricks. A
broad piece of flooring that had fallen
slantwise roofed her in and saved her
from the mass of iron work overhead,
which would have crushed the breath
out of Hercules. Fragments of looms,
shafts and pillars were in heaps about.
Someone whom she could not see was
dying just behind her. A little girl who
worked in her room—a mere child —was
crying, between her groans, for her inath
er. Del Ivory sat in a little open space,
cushioned about with reels of cotton;
she had a shallow gash upon her cheek ;
she was wringing her bauds. They were
at work on tiie outside, sawing entrances
through the labyrinth of planks. A
dead woman lay close by ; and Sene saw
them draw her out. One of the pretty
Irish girls was eru-ihed quite out of sight,
only one hand was free, she moved it
feebly. They could hear her calling for
Jimmy Mahoney, Jimmy Mahoney ; and
would they be sure and give him back
the handkerchief? Poor Jimmy Ma
honey ! By and by she called no more,
and in a little while the hand was still.
The other side of the slanting flooring
someone prayed aloud. She liad a little
baby at home. She was asking God to
take care of it for her, “ For Carist’s
sake,” she said. Sene listened long for
the amen, but it was never spoken.
Beyond they dug a man out from under
a dead body unaurt. He crawled to his
feet, and broke into furious blasphemies.
* * Del cried presently that
they were cutting them out. The glare
of the bonfire struck through the open
ing ; saws and axes flashed ; voices grew
distinct. The opening broadened,
brightened; the sweet night wind blew
in ; the safe night sky shone through.
Sene’s heart leaped within her. Out in
the wind and under the sky she would
stand again after all. She worked her
head from under the beam and raised
herself up on her elbow. At that mo
ment she heard a cry—
“ Fire ! Fire ! God Almighty help
them ! The ruins are on fire.”
A man working over the debris from
the outside had taken the notion, it be
ing rather dark just there, to carry a
lantern with him. “ For God’s sake,” a
voice cried from the crowd, “ don’t stay
there with that light.” But while the
voice yet sounded, it was the dreadful
fate of the man with the lantern to let it
fall —and it broke on the ruined mass.
That was at 9 o’clock. What there w;is
to be seen from that till morning could
never be told or forgotten.
A network, twenty feet high, of reeds
and girders, of beams, pillars, stairways,
roofing, ceiling, walling, wrecks of looms,,
shafts, twisters, pulleys, bobbins, mules,
locked and intertwined; wrecks of hu
man creatures wedged in; a face that
you know turned \ pat you from some
pit, which twenty-four hours’ hewing
could not open; a voice that you know
crying after you from God knows where ;
a mass of long fair hair visible here, a
foot there, three fingers of a hand over
there; the snow-bright red under foot;
charred limbs and helpless trunks tossed
about; strong men carrying covered
things by you, at sight of which other
strong men have fainted ; the little yel
low jet that flared up, and died in smoke,
and flared again, leaped out, licked the
cotton bales, tasted the oiled machinery,
crunched the netted wood, danced on the
heaped-up stme, threw its cruel arms
high into the night, roared for joy at the
helpless firemen, and swallowed wreck,
death and life together out of your j
sight—the lurid thing stands alone in the
galiery of tragedy. * * The child
who had called for her mother began to |
sob out that she was afraid to die alone, j
“ Come here. Mol Ley,” said Sene; “can,;
you crawl around ?” Molly crawled
around. “ Put your head in my lap and
your arms around my waist, and I will
put my hands in yours—so, there! I
guess that’s better, isn’t it?”
But they had not given him up yet.
In the still unburned rubbish at the
right someone had wrenched an open
ing within a foot of Sene’s face. They
clawed at the solid iron pintles like
savage things. A fireman fainted in the
smoke. “ Give it up !” cried the crowd
from behind. “It can’t be done ! Fall
back!”—then hushed awestruck. An
old man was crawling along on his
hands and knees over the heated bricks.
He was a very old man. His gray hair
flew about in the wind.
“ I want my little gal!” he said.
“ Can’t anybody tell me where to find
my little gal?”
A rough fellow pointed in perfect si
lence through the smoke.
“ I’ll have her out yet. I am an old
man, but I can’t help it. She’s my little
gal, you see. Hand me that there dip
per of water; I’ll keep her from choking
maybe. Now, keep cheery, Sene. Your
old father ’ll get you out. Keep up a
good heart, child. That’s it!”
“It’s no use, father. Don’t feel bad,
father. I don’t mind it very much.”
He hacked at the timber; he tried to
laugh; bewildered with his cheerful
words.
“ No more ye needn’t Seneth ; for it’ll
be over in a minute. Don’t be down
cast yet. We’ll have ye safe at home
before ye know it. Drink a little more
water ; do now. They’ll yet at ye now,
sure ?”
But out above the crackle and the
roar a woman’s voice rang like a bell:
“ We’re going home to die uo more.”
A child’s notes quavered in the chorus
From sealed and unseen graves white,
young lips swelled the glad refrain —
“ We’re going, going home.”
The crawling smoke turned yellow,
turned red, voice after voice broke and
hushed utterly. One only sang on like
silver. It flung defiance down at death.
It chimed into the lurid sky without a
tremor. For One stood beside her in the
furnace, and llis form was like unto the
form of the Son of God. Their eyes met.
Why should not Asenath sing?
“ Senath!” cried the old man, out
upon the burning bricks; he was scorch
ed now from his grey hair to his patched
boots. The answer came triumphantly,
“ To die uo more, no more, no more !
Sene, little Sene.”
Someone pulled him back.
The € liampion Melon Kates*.
A Canada negro has been walking
around the Central Market, in Detroit,
and “blowing” how many melons he
could eat in a given time. It was known
that he was pretty heavy on melons, and
the American darkeys had to take a back
seat and bide their time. On Thursday
evening a steamboat fireman, called
“Black Betsy,” stepped off here, where
he lives, and he happened around the
market yesterday morning, just when
“Tall Jack,” of Canada, was blowing his
hardest. ‘‘Talking about melons ?” sung
out “Betsy,” “’bout eating melons ? Why
sir, I kin eat more melons than any two
niggers in Kennedy !” The terms were
soon arranged, each contributed half a
dollar, and the dollar bought eighteen
fair sized mask and watermelons. They
were carried over to a shady spot on
Bates street and divided into two piles,
and it was agreed that the one who fail
ed to eat his nine or who quit first should
pay for all. Both men took off their
coats, unbuckled their straps, and went
to business. “Talk ’bout eating meluns !”
sneered Betsv, as he ripped one in two
and made about six mouthfuls of it.
“ Yes-,, talking ’bout meluns—umph!” re
plied Jack, slinging away a heap of
rinds. Neither of the contestants*paid
any attention to watermelon seeds, eating
them down, and the interior of a musk
melon was raked out at one handful.
Neither faltered until after the fourth
melon, when the Canadian began to pick
out the seeds and go slow.
His friends rallied him, and he got in
to the sixth melon as Betsy finished his
seventh, “Whoa! boy, what ails ye?”
shouted the crowd, as tall Jack looke
despairingly aroundy and nibbled once or
twice at liis seventh. He managed to
gulp down half of it, and then leaned
back against the fence, slowly pulled out
fifty cents, handed it over, and remarked :
“Somehow I doesn’t feel like eating
meluns to-day,” Betsy tossed away the
rinds of the eighth, bit open and went
through the ninth, and as he reached
over and took the largest one from the
other pile, he yelled : “Meluns! meluns!
Tell ’em to keep dat street car team out
of de way of dese rinds !”
Ifyou are buying a carpet foe dura-
choose small figures.
VOL I—NO. 5.
A SPIDER IN CHURCH.
We have mentioned that old Mr. Col
lamore, who goes to our church, is very
deaf. Last Sunday, in the midst of the
services, Mr. Hoff, who sits behind Mr.
Collamore, saw a spider traveling over
the latter’s bald head. His first impulse
was to nudge him and tell him about it;
but he remembered that Collamore was
deaf, so he lifted up his hand and brush
ed the spider oft. Hoff didn’t aim quite
high enough, and consequently, in his
nervousness, he hit Collamore quite a
severe blow. The old man turned around
in a rage to see who had take such a lib
erty with him, and Hoff began to explain
with gestures the cause of the occur
rence. But Collamore, in a loud voice,
demanded what he meant. It was very
painful to Hoff. The eyes of the whole
congregation were upon him, and he
grew red in the face, and in desperation
exclaimed :
“ There was a spider on your head.”
“ A white place on my head, hey ?
S’pose’n there is, what’s that to you ?”
said Collamore. “ You’ll know what it
is to be bald-headed yourself, some day.'
“It was a spider,” shrieked Hoff,
while the congregation smiled and the
perspiration began to roll off his face.
“ Certainly it’s wider,” said Collamore,
and got more in it than yours. But you
let it alone—do you mind. You let my
head alone in church.”
“ Mr. Collamore,” shrieked Hoff,
“ there was a bug on your head, and I
brushed it off, this way—” and Hoff
made another gesture at Collamore’*
head.
The old man thought he was going to
fight him then and there, and hurling
his hymn-book at Hoff, he seized the
kneeling-stool on the floor of the pew,
and was about to bang Mr. Hoff, when
the sexton interfered. An explanation
was written on the fly-leaf of a hymn
book, whereupon Mr. Collamore apolo
gized in a boisterous manner and re
sumed his seat. Then the services pro
ceeded. They think of asking Mr. Col
lamore to worship elsewhere.
A Disgraceful Goat.— There is an
old goat on Lewis street that has received
a good deal of training from the boys.
Last Fourth of July they discovered that
if they stuck a fire cracker in the end of
a cane and held it at William, he would
lower his head and go for them, and they
have practiced the trick so much that
the goat will tackle any human being
who points a stick at him. Yesterday
he was loafing near the street corner,
when a corpulent citizen came up and
stopped to speak of the sidewalk, when
the corpulent gentleman pointed his cane
to the left of the goat and said, “That’s
the worst piece of sidewalk in this town.”
The goat had been eyeing the cane, and
the moment it came up he lowered his
head, made six or eight ju ups, and his
head struck the corpulent gentleman
just on the belt. The man went over
into amass of old tin, dilapidated butter
kegs and abandoned hoop-skirts, and the
goat turned a sommersault the other way,
while the slim citizen threw stones at a
boy seated on a door step, who was
laughing tears as big as chestnuts, and
crying out: “O, it’s nuff to kill a feller!”
Vegetable Instinct. —lf a pail of
water be placed within six inches of
cither side of the stem of a pumpkin or
vegetable marrow, it will in 'the course
of the night approach it, arid will be
found in the morning with sne of the
Leaves on the water. If a prop be pla
ced within six inches of a convolvulus,
or scarlet runner, it will find it, although
the prop may be shifted daily. If, after
it has twined some distance up the
prop, it be unwound and twined in an
opposite direction, it will return to its
original position or die in the attempt;
yet, notwithstanding, if two of the plants
grow near to each other, and have no
stake around which they can entwine,
one of them will alter the direction of
the spiral, and they will twTne around
each other.
Woman’s Unfaithfulness.— One of
the saddest instances of woman’s un
faithfulness with which we have ever
met was that of the wife of r man in Sy
racuse. It seems that the couple had ar
ranged that for six months the husband
was to get up and make the kitchen fire, (
and that the wife was to perform the
task, for the succeeding six months. The
man’s half year expired on the second,
and on the morning of the third the wo
man suddenly died. He is nearly brok
en hearted over his affliction. He says
if he could only have foreseen this be
reave me mb,, he would have shuffled her out,
ofbedlat daylight every morning sin o
August.
Alum or vinegar is good to set colors
red, green or yellow.