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BY T. L. GANTT.
OGLETHORPE ECHO
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GEORGIA RAILROAD SCHEDULE
The following is the schedule on the Geor
gia Rail rond, with time of nrrival'at and de
parture from every station on the Athens
Branch:
UP DAY PASSENGER TRAIN.
Ji*ave Augustn at t 8:4. r > a. in.
Arrive at Union Point ..12:27 p. ni.
Leave Union Point .......12:52 p. m.
Arrive at Atlanta 5:45 p. m.
DOWN DAY PASSENGER TRAIN.
Leave Atlanta at 7:00 a. m.
Arrive at Union Point i •.•.*.•.11:32 a. m.
Jarnve Union Point ......11:33 a. m.
Arrive at Augusta 3:30 p. in.
UP NIGHT PASSENGER TRAIN.
Leave Augnsta|at.„ 8:15 p. m.
Arrive at Atlanta 6:25 a. in.
Remains one minute at Union Point.
ATHENS BRANCH TRAIN.
DAY TRAIN.
Time
Stations. Arrive. Depart, bet.
a tips.
A. M.
Athens 8 45 2o
Wintersville 0 10 9 15 30
Crawford 9 45 9 50 25
Antioch 10 15 10 18 15
Maxey’s 10 33 10 35 15
Woodville 10 50 10 55 20
sJnion Point 11 15
UP TRAIN.
'Union Point...P. M. 100 20
Woodville 1 20 1 25 15
Maxey’s 1 40 1 45 15
Antioch 2 00 2 05 25
Crawford 230 ! 235 30
Wintersville 3 05 3 10 25
Athens 3 35 |
NIGHT TRAIN— Down*.
Athens a. m. 10 00 25
Wintersville 10 25 10 30 30
•Crawford 11 00 11 05 25
Antioch 11 30 11 32 15
Maxey’s 11 47 11 49 15
Woodville 12 04 12 10 25
Union Point 12 35 a. m.
Up NiplU Train.
V nion Point 355 • 25
Woodville 4 20 4 24 15
Maxey’s 4 39 4 41 15
Antioch 4 56 4 58 25
Crawford ...' 5 23 5 27 30
Wintersville (. 5 57 6 02 28
Athens 6 30
MISCELLANEOUS.
Great Reduction in Prices of
WATSON & CLARK’S POPULAR GUANO
ox* 3NO lbs. Middling Cotton,
Payable Nov. list, Freight $12.40 Cush, Added, or at s6l,
PAYABLE NOVEMBER IST,
Or 407 lbs. of Middling Cotton, and no Freight Charge#.
K S. MARTIN, c A SV
SEED YAMS
I HAVE A NICE LOT OF SEED YAMS
for mle.
fcb2s-3t THOS. H. HOSIER.
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Written for the Oglethorpe Echo.}
Shadow of the Cross.
BY FRANK.
To warn us of the “fowler’s snare’’ orrkitan’s
deadly thrall,
The shadow of our Master’s cross must on our
pathway fall.
“In every lot there is a cross”—placed there
iu tender love,
To cleanse from dross and fit our hearts for
fairer scenes above.
A shadow only—not the cross. He knows
what we can bear:
“ A bruised reed he will not break,” nor add
to grief despair.
Neglect and shame may crush our joy, an east
wind ever blow
To wither here our fondest hope and cause
our tears to flow.
Hut cheer thee, brother! cheer thee now —the
shadow is riot dense—
Look up and through the darksome Cldtid,
behold God’s providence!
The turbid waters soon we’ll eross—our barque
is on the tide —
The golden shore is close at hand—Heaven’s
gates are open wide.
Guilty or Not Guilty.
The following touching poem we clip
from an exchange, and set it adrift on
the sea of literature:
She stood at the bar of justice,
A creature wan and wild,
In form too small for a woman,
In face too old for a child;
For a look so worn and pathetic
Was stamped on her pale, young face,
It seemed long years of suffering
Must have left trace.
“ Your name,” said the Judge as he eyed her
Witli kindly look, yet keen,
“ Is”—“Mary McGuire, if you please sir,”
“ And your age?” “I’m turned fifteen.”
“ Well, Mary,” and then from a paper
He slow ly and sadly read,
“ You’re charged here, I’m sorry to say it,
With stealing three loaves of bread.
“ You look not like an offender,
Arid I hope that you can show r
The charge to be false. Now, tell me,
Are vou guilty of this, or no?”
A passionate burst of weeping
Was at first the sole reply,
But she dried her eyes in a moment,
And looked in the Judge’s eye.
“ I will tell you how it was, sir:
My father and mother are dead,
And my little brothers and sisters
Were hungry and asked me for bread.
At first I earned it for them
By working hard all day,
But somehow times were hard, sir,
And the work it fell away.
“ I cotild get no mofe employment;
The weather was bitter cold*
The young ottes Cried and shivered—
(Little Johnny’s hut four years old) —
I took—Oh, was it stealing?
The bread to give to them.”
Every man in the court-room—
Gray beard and thoughtless youth—
Knew, as he looked upon her,
That the prisoner spoke the truth.
Out from their pockets came ’kerchiefs,
Out from their eyes sprung tears,
And out from their old faded wallets
Treasures hoarded for yebt*.
The Judge’s face was a study—
The strangest you ever saw,
As he cleared his throat and murmured
Something about the law;
For one so learned in such matters—
So wise in dealing with men,
He seemed, on a simple question,
Sorely puzzled just then-.
But no one blamed him or wondered
When at last these words they heard:
" The sentence of this young prisoner
Is for the present deferred !”
And no one blamed him or Wondered
When he went to her and smiled,
And tenderly led from the court-room
Mary, the “ guilty” child.
THE OLD POCKET-BOOK.
It was New Year’s Eve. Every store
was open, from the grand palace empori
ums to the narrow stalls where pennies
were treasures.
Out of the busy throng who wended
their way through the noisy streets,
there was one with whom my reader is
asked to take a brisk stroll upon the
New Year’s Eve in question. He is a
tall man, past fifty, with curling, iron
gray hair, kindly blue eyes, and a face
that, having a gravity resting upon it
habitually, can light to sunniest bright
ness when kindnesss or humor stif the
radiant smiles.
Into the jeweller’s to select a pair of
costly ’bracelets; out again to enter a
neighboring toy-shop, where a life-size
baby doll, a rocking horse, baby house
and sled w ere only foundations for the
piles of expensive toys that caught his
eyes; over to the confectioner’s where
white bags nrßFfip&ed Tinder his direc-
into a dry goods store, for an In
dian scarf his wife had admired a day or
two before, and where dresses for the
servant girls could be selected:; in and
out, busy and happy, piling pockets and
arms, Charles Haughton spent nearly
two hours in the heart of Broadway.
Everywhere he met the most
and deferential attention. Smiling
clerks moved with alacrity to fill his or
ders, and courteous cashiers gracefully
accepted his handsome checks. For his
face was well known as that of a pros
perous merchant, and his name was
good for over a million dollars. His
pretty, winsome wife w T as a belle in the
most aristocratic circles, and his children
had never had a wish ungratified. His
house in Fifth 'avenue was well known
for its lavish hospitality and the beauty
of every appointment, and no handsom
er equipages or more costly horses were
found than those that carried Mrs.
Haughton from her home and back
again.
Charles Haughton had nearly com
pleted his purchases, and was hurrying
CRAWFORD, GEORGIA, FRIDAY MORNING, MARCH 16, 1875.
from the front of one of the toy stores
he patronized, when his foot struck
something upon the pavement, and look
ing down he saw a small pocket-book.
He lifted it and looked around him fed
an owner; but there w r as no one who
seemed to miss such an article. There
was no time to examine it, so he thrust
it into his breast pocket and hurried on.
Having completed his arrangements
for the morrow, he went to his library
for a quiet smoke before retiring. He
was puffing slowly, when he recalled the
pocket-book he had picked up in the
street. Thrusting his hand into his pock
et, he brought it to the light.
It was a very shabby affair, the leath
er worn at the corners, the inside dilap
idated, and the fastening a piece of
twine.
“ Some poor soul, who could ill afford
it, has lost this,” the merchant thought
pityingly and on New Year’s Eve,
too. It is too bad. Let me see if there
is any clue to the owner.”
He took out two folded papers, each
containing a small sum of money, and
each eloquent of the poverty of the
owner. At the sight of the first Charles
Haughton started and sank into a revery,
painful and sweet at the same time.
The paper was a grocer’s bill for four
dollars and eighty-three cents, made out
to “Mrs. Edward Hill,” and iuside was
a five dollar note.
The thought of the man who looked
at it ran something in this wise :
“ Mrs. Edward Hill! Can that be Mat
tie Hunter—pretty danted-eyed Hattie,
who ran away with Ned Hill because her
father would not give his only child to a
man who found too much comfort in a
whiskey bottle. Pretty Mattie! How
angry she was with me when I tried to
make her see that Ned w r as not the angel
or hero she imagined him. She said I
was jealous. Well, perhaps I was.”
And the prosperous city merchant
went baek in imagination to the days
when he was a country boy, desperately
in love with the minister’s daughter,
Mattie Hunter. He called his bitter
jealously of the gay city fop, Edward
Hill, who came to the village and fasci
nated Mattie by his fine dress, his smooth
courtesy and airs of superiority. He
thought of the father’s oppression, his
grief and his death, when holding
Charles Haughton’s hand in his own,
he left his forgiveness for the wilful
child, should she ever return. She jlcft
a void in the honest, loving heart that
was not filled for many years. Restless
and lonely, Charles had gladly ac
cepted an offer from an uncle In
New York to enter his counting
house, and rising rapidly, he had finally,
at his uncle’s death, inherited his for
tune and business, and when past forty
had married a belle of society, whose
love was his great happiness, whose chil
dren were the idols of their father’s
heart.
And now, twenty long years after he
had last seen her face, Mattie’s name
stirred ari|these old recollections in his
heart.
“It may not he the same,” he
thought; “itis a common name.”
Then he unfolded the second paper,
and here a penciled slip, folded over a
two dollar note, explained the errand on
New Year’s Eve that had resulted in
the loss of the pocket-book. For the
pitiful memorandum ran :
“ Ball for Eddy, 10 cents; grapes for
Mattie, 25 cents ; bushel of coal 40 cents;
toy for Minnie, 10 cents; candies, 15
cents ; dinner, etc., $1.00.”
“Eddy! Mattie 1” Charles Haughton
thought. “It is Mattie Hill! Ah me!
She must be very poor when she calcu
lates so closely. Let me look at the
grocer’s hill. Bread, milk, brown sugar,
cheap tea —everything of the meanest
quantities. Poor Mattie ! Little children,
too ! Oh I must find out about her, and
—let me see. I owe her father many a
kindness, and lam a rich man. I’ll be
gin anew year with a payment of Mr.
Hunter’s goodness to me, if I find it is
his child.”
He opened his pocket-book, and tak
ing a crisp bank-note, folded it In a pa
per, upon which he wrote, “ Mattie Hill,
from an old friend,” and put it in the
shabby pocket-book. Then he glanced
at his watch, and whispered i
“ Only a little after 10. Everything
will be open late to-night, and I can find
this grocer}’ store and makes some inqui
ries.”
Before he left the house he hovered a
few minutes over the collection of toys in
the nursery, selecting a few, and then he
hurried ©n his errand, to find the grocer
just putting up his shutters.
“ Can you tell me,” he asked, “anything
about a Mrs. Hill, who deals with you?”
The man put down the shutter and
motioned the questioner into the store.
His rounds good-natured face wore a
troubled look as he asked :
“What do von Want to know for?
She’s in sore trouble, every way, and if
its bad news—”
“It is not,” was the emphatic reply,
“ I want to her a kindness.”
“Poor, soul, she needs if. She is very
poor, with a consumptive daughter dying
by inches, and two little ones. Five
she’s buried, sir.”
“Where is her husband ?”
“Dead, sir, the Lord be thanked?
He went off three years ago in delirium
tremens.
“ How does she live?”
“From hand to mouth, sewing by
hand for a tailor’s store, and that is poor
Say, now machines are so plenty. She
id better while Miss Mattie could work
too, but now she has her to nurse and
feed. To-night, poor soul, she was to
get ten dollars for some work, and she
came in here an hour or more ago to tell
ine that she had lost her pocket-book
and the money. Her hands were chilled
and it slipped out.”
Charles Haughton looked round the
little store and his eyes brightened as a
kindly idea came to his mind.
“ You could fill a large order?”
u Oh, yes sir.”
.“ Fill this one forme, and send it to
Mrs. Hill s address in the morninff
What is the bill ?” 1
Never, probably, had so large a sum
for one order passed over the little coun
ter, as the grocer consented in happv
excitement.
“Will you give me Mrs. Hill’s
address?”
“ Three doors above, sir, on the third
floor. You go in at the open door next
the clothing store.”
“ Good-night.”
“ Good-night, sir, and God bless you
for a kind-hearted gentleman.”
Tt was a very narrow doorthat Charles
Haughton entered, and a narrow flight
of stairs that led him to the third floor.
Quiet reigned in the miserable house,
and he could hear quite distinctly the
voices of women conversing in the room
he sought. One was broken by sobs—
the other weak and often interrupted by
a hard, dry cough. The latter voice was
saying:
“ Don’t cry so, mother—some honest
person may find the money -and return
it.”
“I can’t advertise it, Mattie—l can’t
even buy a paper to see if it is found.
And I promised the children a piece of
meat and some candy and toys for New
Year, because we could give them no
Christinas gifts.”
“Was Mr. Hart angry about his bill ?”
“ No, he was very kind. But there
is Mr. Lee coming day after to-morrow
for the rent, and not a cent to meet
it, even if we are not all dead with hun
ger and 'cold.”
Charles Haughton drew from his
pocket the shabby pocket-book, and
knotting it fast to the string of the pack
age of toys and candies he carried, put
it before the door of the room.
Mattie’s weak voice greeted him as he
stopped, saying:
A rap at the door startled both wo
men, but the widow, candle in hand,
opened it at once. Nobody greeted her,
for Charles Haughton was hidden be
hind a curve in the wall, but her foot
struck the bundle and she looked down.
With a cry of joy that thrilled the
heart of the hidden listener, she lifted it
saying:
“ Mattie! Mattie! it is here 1”
“Your money, mother ?”
“ My pocket-book—tied to a bundle J”
“In her excitement she left the door
open, and from his hidden place her old
lover could see and recognize her. She
was very thin and pale, and her hair was
thickly strewn with gray, but it was the
face he had loved twenty years before.
The open door showed him the wretch
ed room, the two children asleep upon a
mattress upon the floor, and the pallid
Woman upon the bed.
With trembling fingers the mother
and daughter untied the pocket-book.
“It is all here, Mattie,” the mother
cried, “and a folded paper—“ Mattie Hill,
from an old friend,” and inside I am I
awake ! it can’t be true. A hundred dol
lar bill.”
“ Mother!”
“It is here—look ! Now, Mattie, you
shall have a fire at night, a blanket, and
some nourishing food. You will get
well, Mattie!”
And here happy sobs came too fast
for words. Mattie drew' her mother into
a close embrace.
“ Come, you forget your bundle,” she
said., gently. “ Oh, only look ! Eddy’s
hall, and such a beauty! A doll for
Minnie, and a lovely one too; a top and
a tea set! And pounds of candy 1”
Then a violent fit of coughing re
minded the mother of the open door,
and Charles Haughton, shut out in the
dark, crept softly down the stairs, full of
kindly resolutions. Before he had reach
ed home, several stores had a call from
him, with orders for the morrow, and he
bent over his own sleeping darlings with
a heart happier for the evening’s work.
It was long after midnight when Mrs.
Hill, still wondering who her “ old friend”
could be, lay down to sleep, only to rise
at dawn half afraid her happiness was
■all adfeam.
Before the breakfast was over, while
Minnie watched her doll, and Eddy
held his ball fast in his hand, the neigh
bors wondered if the Hills had come in
to a fortune.
For, first of all, a ton of coal was
dumped into the widow’s coal box, with
a load of wood for company. Mr. Hart
sent in a supply of groceries that seemed
inexhaustible. A dry goods wagon
brought a pair of warm blankets, rolls
of cotton and flannel, shawls and a great
square of thick, warm carpet. A market
basket was-left with an enormous goose,
oysters, celery,'©ranges, grapes, jellies,
and other good things too numerous to
mention. And last of all, a wagon
brought a sewing machine, marked like
the note, From an old friend.”
No need to touch the note, which
Mattie put aside carefully for a rainy
day.
Mattie, comforted and cheered by this
sudden'influx of plenty, rallied little by
little, gaining in the well warmed room,
with good fowl and an ease of mind long
a stranger to her.
Nobody knew the story of the old
pocket-bock, and Mattie did not guess
who sent her such noble New Year’s
gifts, but the rich merchant finds no
happier thought in his record of the year
than the memory of Mattie’s happy face
and voice as he last saw them from the
dark entry of her dwelling-house.
John Robinson. —The Republicans
of Cincinnati, regarding it good policy
to omit a nomination for Mayor, will
probably accept “ Uncle” John Robin
son, the famous showman, as an inde
pendent candidate against Johnston, and
fill up the ticket with straight Republi
cans. “ Uncle John” is a man of sense,
and is extremely popular with “ the
boys,” while he enjoys the respect of the
whole community. He is, altogether, a
Democrat. —Dayton Journal.
ITEMS OF INTEREST.
Lee, Mass., has a 187 pound dog.
The Augusta, Ga., jail is haunted.
Russia has a peasant nine feet tall.
In England there is one locomotive to
each halt mile of railroad.
The Miller ites now keep the day they
are going up a profound secret.
A magazine writer has discovered
that the Atlantic ocean is drying up.
There is so much snow in New Found
land that they cannot bury the dead.
An Irish paper gives an account of a
farmer who was publicly stoned to death.
A new cannon has just been patented
in Washington that will fire five hundred
shots per minute.
The Charley Ross hat—so called from
containing a picture of that modern Jq
seph—is in market
A Rochester German dug out the
eyes of a cow because she would not go
fast enough for him.
In computing a man’s age, Chinamen
always reckon as though he was a year
old at the time of his birth.
A new made grave in Connecticut
shows where the man is who last week
drank five glasses of whiskey at one sit
ting.
There is a Cyclops on exhibition in
Paris—a man’from Australia with only
one eye, and that in the middle of his
forehead.
A youth of nine committed a rape
upon his little sister, aged six, in Talla
dega, recently, seriously injuring the lit
tle one.
The postage on transient newspapers,
merchandise, etc., hereafter is to be one
cent an ounce, instead of one cent for
two ounces.
A man in fflinois broke into the house
of a widow. She pitched him out of
doors. A striking evidence of the power
of a widow’s might.
A Jerbey City youth has left home
because they would not have pie for din
der. He is r-robably secreted in soipa
country printing office.
Real estate in tile best locations in
London is worth $135 per square foot;
in New York, $113; in Chicago $33 ; in
San Francisco, $22.
The New Orleans Times *>a.y& it is all
a mistake about Gen. living
in Georgia. He is still in New Orleans
and intends to remain there.
Madame McMahon refuses to dress
in the Paris fashions. “ The example of
strumpets,” says she, “is not more wor
thy of imitation in matters of dress than
in morals.”
After Blondin walked across Niagara
on a wire cable, he told a lady that not
one or the spectators could carry his bal
ancing pole the same distance, on level
ground.
According to the latest statistics, the
Baptists have 21,510 churches, 14,354 or
dained ministers, and a total membership
of 1,761,161. During the last year 102,-
496 persons were baptised.
A darkey went into the hotel in El
berton the other day and availed himself
of his glorious privilege of eating at the
first table. Funeral postponed on ac
count of the bad weather.
Three lions were sold in Ohio the
day for $2,200, sixty monkeys for $540,
an elephant for $5,600, two camels for
SB6O, a zebra fur SI,OOO, two kangaroos
for $350, and a grizzly bear for $l7O.
In England and Wales there are-up
wards of 500,000 more females than males.
The widows number 873,000. A collec
tion will he taken up next Sunday in the
various churches to send “ Wanderer”
there.
A novel game of billiards was played
in Connecticut, recently, between Mr.
Melvin Foster and Mr. Frank Adams,
the latter using his fingers and making a
thousand or nothing, and winaiag the
game.
A NEW lamp has been patented foe
taking photographs at night, which ks
said to equal sunlight in its effects and
intensity. So even the sun is not so in
pensable as he might be to ingenious
and artistic man. What next?
The Thomasville Herald says that a
few days ago, on the road leading from
that place to Mr. F. C. Rawlings, and
near a deep gully, the ground to the ex
tent of about one-half acre sunk to the
depth of two feet below the surface.
Enoch Arden cases hgve not been
very plenty of late, Quincy, 111.,
now furnishes one. John Bimpson, a
wealthy manufacturer, left that place
six years ago for Europe with two daugh
ters, and was supposed to’bftve sailed on
the ship United Kingdom, was
never heard from. News is .pow recei
ved that Bimpson and his fUutghters are
alive and coming home. In the mean
time Mrs. Bimpson has collected $5,000
life insurance on Mr. Bimpson’s policy,
married again, and has a child by her
second husband.
Mr. and Mrs. Barron, of Cincinnati,
are a strangely mated couple. Mr.
Barrron is a German, and cannot speak
English. Mrs. Barron is an American,
and cannot speak German. How their
courting was done is a matter for con
jecture. How they disagreed has been
{mblished. The husband, after they had
ived together a month, whipped his wife
brutally. She understood that well
enough,the language of blows being uni
versal, and had him arrested. In court
an interpreter helped them to converse
with each other. The husband promis
ed reform, the wife forgave, and they
went home together.
VOL. I—NO. 25,.
DEVILTRIES.
A sweet chapter—Jennysis.
Door mats are much won* at this
season.
Men who never do wrong seldom ;
do anything.
Carpets are bought by the yar •
and worn by the foot
— — The hardest thing tq deal i|rish —
An old pack qf cards.
-r-r-r To have a boy fallow a gqo4 -
ample, hitch a brass band to it.
, M hi -
the way some bad boys put it now.
The wearer of cqrdqroy pants
must believe in earthly imm ol< t*Rty.
Some men, to “ blow their owp •.
horn,” swallow one to give them a atari.
Josh Billings says: " Tew eqjov .•
a good reputashun, giv publicly and steal v
privately.”
1 There is a “ Charm” in March..
Every one can find it by transposing -
the letters, if in no other way.
—=& It looks suspicious, to say the ■
least, to see two milkmen go to law about
the right of possession to a spring,
—a- A lady who advertised a lecture •
on the subject of” Moods,” was disgusted
in not having the “ first person present” :
when a woman begins to get red at the •
root of the hair it is regarded as a storm •
signal.
A woman with a heart to love
and no one to love, is like a man with a
cold in his head and no handkerchief tq •
nurse it.
this butter?” Thank you, ma’am. I her -
long to the Good Templars. Gtuf £ t+fc *
anything strong.”
r White Guest—“ You don’t mean
to say you intend to occupy this bed with
me?” Colored ditto-r Yes, bqt
don’t ’pologize, I can stand it it you (
car.”
Hearing, during the war, that the •
Confederate troops had burned Harper’s .
Ferry, a very intelligent young lady in
nocently inquired, hojf the managed to,
burn the water ?
“Julius, Impose you knqw dd
eibil rights bill am passed,” said one dm*
key to another, recently. “ Jesso. White
folks got to surpect we ’publicans now,” ’
was the indignant reply.
A clergyman in lowa stood in his ;
door and warned a donation party that
the first one who entered his gate would •
be a dead man. Qesaid# jyas bail
enough to tok hslf his pay in beans,,
without having b?s bouse destroyed..
Only a woman?* frair / ffyy date •
you speak so ? We say hogr beautiful to .
look upon. Who has not picked a blade
or golaen thread from his coat collar t
How grand • bqiy gagging to find one
, in a biscuit.
, M mused a •
big boy, as h.e made his way home, “ I’d
be stabled, rubbed .down £nd fed j
I’m a boy apd I’ve got to go home, kega
knives, cut wood, water, and roek
that durned old baby tor an hour and a
half.”
—— They got Wah Tsing, a Cali for-.
uia Chinaman, on the gallows, the other
day, with a rope around his neck, and he •
inquired of William Nve, the Shviff; :
“ Chokee like hell!” “ Ifes,” said Wi£
liam. “chokee, you bet,” apd they -
ped him. • ' r
—• A young lady, whole y+lkapg
her lover, was attacked by a dog, that
seized her by the breast anp tope tyt ftpm .
her body. He fainted, but the lady wept
for the dbg, saying: “ Thpt •’ere cost me
a dollar, apd warn’t fpr a dog to.
chaw up F’
-—lf you have water to deal with
which may have been infected by the ax*,
creta of typhoid fever patients, be sure
to boil it well, then filter it through char
coal, then b<?il it again, apd then—theow
it away.
A York paper, speaking of
General Tracy’s bravery in battle, says
that he charged at the head of his colump
on many a bloody field, and after dtp.
battle was often seen quietly sitting pn-.
der a tree and combing the cannpp ppftn.
outof his hair.
—— There is a woman in Gincifroatf ;
who has triplets, and another .wb? owns .
three pair.pf twins. They djpngggeas >
which of them holds the best hand, Iprse
of a kind beats two pain, hut jjre dpp’t
know how many of a kdu£ it Apkes .to,
beat three pairs.
inquired a traveller in Texas, as he drove
up to a fawn-house, whioh contained the
post-office which he ipad seen marked :
out by that name op the map. “ Indeed,
my replied the person addressed,
“ you are>p the heart of the city.”
While the ladies of Oneida were
working at the polls for the election of a
non-licepse board of excise, one of them
received the following note: “My Dew-
Wife—l have washed the baby, pot her
to bed, reansed out the diapers, and made
up the biscuit doe; what snail Ido next?
Your loving husband, .” Such a
man is handy to have in any family.”
An old farmer purchased eight
vards of homespun from Crit Saturday,
and our friend asked him if there was
“ nothing else.” He laid several han
dles on the counter, held up his bands
with several strings on tie fingers, and
said : “ Let me see! That red stritMt is
for bar-soap —that rag for a bmnm tnm
blue cord is for a calico duos tlimhuifr
means four pounds of sugar-mmi-tUa
other string for homespun.
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