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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.