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TEE lUILTOH JOORRAL
HAMILTON, GEORGIA.
Piano Playing Regulated by I>aiT.
The London Globt uayu: The author
ities of Weimer are evidently a consider
ate ! k >dy. They havo recently decreed
tiiftt no person shall in any house within
their jurisdiction play a piano while win
dows in the house are open under a jh ii
alty of two shillings. This is an appro
priate regulation for the headquarters of
German literature. We have Professor
Teufelsdrokh's authority ior saying that
'Germany is deep-thinking— set, up on
high to tell the world what o’clock it is.
Doubtless a great deal of this deep think
ing is done in the streets, as the late
President Lincoln's was; and where the
streets were mostly narrow, as they are
in Wiener, serious cogitation inapt to be
much interfered with by the sound of the
banging of pianos at ©very third or fourth
house, who knows what magnificent
ideas, conjured up bv the regulation of
Goethe's genius, may not have been
spoiled almost at birth, and so lost to the
world, by the thoughtless tramming of
some pianist in a house with open win
dows? For the great author of “ Wil
helm Meister” onee lived in Wicmer; so
did Schiller. So did Johann von Herder,
the friend of Goethe, nud one of the first
of Gorman tiukers. Hut in their days
pianos were not, as they are now, to be
found in every house; and if the spinet or
harpsichord was much in use, it made
very little noise, as everybody who lias
heard one knows. Otherwise even those
great men might not havo given to the
world quite such great works us they
produced. So the new law in Wieruer is
a useful one. In London wo do not suf
fer much, generally speaking, from the
playing of pianos indoors. It is the
piano-playing out of doors that troubles
us, and troubles 11s a great deal, too.
Everybody is acquainted with the fiend,
of Italian complexion, whoso persistent,
grinding at a gigantic box on wheels
produces!! diabolical thrnmpingamongst
scales which make thinking impossible,
life temporarily n misery. And
everybody must,, at some time or other,
have wished that an effective law could
be apjxuded to against the fiend and his
like. Hitherto we have been powerless
in dealing with him, ho has prevailed,
lint, it ought to bo possible to do some
thing in the spirit which has just mani
fested itself in the quaint German city
towards abolishing one of the discomforts
of the world’s metropolis.
Foot Muffs.
1 am much pleased with a present just
received through the mail, says a corres
pondent—the work of younger sisters.
It is a puir of “ foot mulls,” to be worn
in bed on cold nights. They are a great
comfort to a person who has the care of
small children, and is liable to havo to
step out of bed more or less during the
night. They ore of clouded zephyr, knit
on wooden needles, garter fashion. Forty
stitches are set up, and the knitting pro
ceeds back and forth across the needles,
until the strip is about ten inches long.
Bind it off, and double it together, and
make it into a bag, whole at the bottom,
And with a seam at each sale. The
seams in my "muffs” are crocheted to
gether, but they might be loosely sewed
with zephyr like that used in knitting.
With a coarse crochet needle make loops
around the top of the bag, and join them
together by chain-stitch. These loops
are for a rubber tape about ten inches
long. Crochet scallops around the top,
as ornamental as you like. This bag
does not look much like boot, shoo, or
slipper, but put it on your foot and it
answers nicely for a foot warmer. A pair
of foot muffs would boa very suitable
Christmas present for any invalid.
The numl>er of stitches required would
depend upon the size of the needles.
The knitting should be loose and elastic.
Fixing Shoes to Horses’ Hoofs.
Anew idea for accomplishing this
without the use of units is carried out us
follows : The inventor takes a shoe of
ordinary construction, having, sav, four
holes therein, and through these lie
passes bands or wires of metal, two ex
tending from or near the hinder extrem
ities of the shoe, and the other two at
short distances from either side of the
toe, the position being varied with the
number of bands employed. To lix the
slhh' the hinder wires or bands are first,
drawn tightly round the front and upper
part or corona of the hoof, the ends
passing through a buckle or ring, or
they may be twisted together. The
ends of the other wires are also passed
through the ring or under the first
hands, and, being drawn tightly down
ward, the hinder wires or hands, owing
to tin) conformation of the hoof, are, us
it were, wedged tightly, thus fixing the
shoe firmly to the hoof. This invention
only receives provisional protection.—
Jajiulvu tUiuc-Stone Journal.
The Man for Her to Love.
A young lady, wlu* says she is young
and handsome, writes : “The man for
me to love is vastly my superior ; * " *
a man who will compel my spirit to bend
its knee to his ; who will command my
soul to stand still and shine on him, as
Joshua commanded the sun : who can
trample my will to the dust,” etc. She
should have no difficulty in finding such
n man—one who w ill not only command
her soul to stand still, but who will also
command its owner to got up first in the
morning t>> build the fire, split kindlings
and carry up the coal, and whose lan
guage will make her Irair stand on end
when he comes home and finds dinner
fifteen minutes late. There are lots of
men who w ill bend her spirit for her,
and also make her back bend over a
wa h-tub, while they go down to the
tad eon and discuss the best method of
saving the country from the hands of its
politic.e) enemies.— Sorrisloivn Jlcraid,
Mi.xn.
W. PARRAS D FKIXH. 9 *
W rernl! ilath of Innocent pl<vinr*
Which liniier In memory’* thru!!;
But iiojtow too to n fills the measure,
And covers the past with a pall.
For friendship is bill transient glndneM,
And life is t<s) short for its bliss,
soon, is It broken hr sadut
For happiest ties that we uffss.
We only ran wntrh through each sewon,
Forgetful of sorrows and tears,
Misgiving, not knowing the re*ton
Why sorrow should coruidt** our years.
We Ikjw In our huubb HuomisHion,
For solace look mck through the years
When we wuitci for joyful fruition
Of hopes now more bitUr than tears.
We forget that our life has if* beauty,
Its pleasures /is evil as its pain;
Why then should we turn from our duty
Tolndulge In this bitter refrain?
Our hearts full of hopeful emotion—
The riches of hope* ihst are dead—
Tty thematic of memory's potion
fikijali recall sweetest thoughts of tbodeacL
THIS FOOL STORY.
When I first know her she was fifteen
years old; I was twenty-four. She was a
schoolmaster’s daughter; I, a school
master's son.
We first met one September evening.
Her father was a struggling pedagogue,
with a family of seven children to sup
port. and few pupils. I bad it in my
head to become his partner, and bud
gone down first to see bow things were
looking.
Her name was Emily; to her friends
she was always Em.
She and I struck up a friendship. She
always did make friends with all male
creatures, whether five years old or fifty.
I was a scribbler, even then; and I fancy
the pride of authorship even in so small
a degree, had a certain charm for her,
which set me up in her eyes.
She w rote her name in my birthday
hook, and beneath it, I wrote, “My Little
Sweetheart.” It lies before me at the
present moment.
It was the hardest tiling in the world
for her father and mother to make both
(•nds meet. Very little money was ever
hers. He r wardrobe was of the scantiest.
She knew nothing of pleasure as some
people understand it; she had never been
ten miles out ol' the town where she was
horn.
Yet there must have been some fairy
present at her birth, for she was like a
summer’s day, always bright.
Time sped. I had been her fathers’
partner, and had now known her more
than two years, I was going for a ram
bling expedition to foreign parts; and
though 1 knew I was a fcxil for my pains,
to me it was a bitter parting.
And so for a time, I think, it was to
her; for in some way links had been
joined between us without our ever know
ing they were being forged.
“Well,” said I to her, the day before I
went, we being alone together, “Blue
eyes, lmw long shall I he missed?”
The omy answer was to throw herself
upon the hearth rug, place her hand up
on my knee, aud turn her eyes up toward
my face.
“Ah, Blue Eyes,” said I, trifling with
her sunny hair, “you’ll havo another
sweetheart in a week. ”
“ In a week?” said she, in that curious*
ly clear voice of hers. “Do you think so?’
rihe looked up at mo and watched mo for
a moment. Then she turned and got
upon her knees, kneeling in front of me.
" Perhaps so," she said. “But”—lean
ing forward, so her breath mingled with
mine—“ he’ll never boa sweetheart like
you.” What could I do? 1 knew her so
well! I kuew that this is just what she
would say to any one by way of comfort.
I knew that her words wero as trifles
light as air.
“ Make no vows,” said I, “ only to be
broken. You and I have had happy
times; why should I begrudge the same
to another?”
She was silent. Sho was now nearly
•ighteen, but sho was so small, that it
never occurred to me to think of her as
anything but a little girl. Slio pui her
hands out and took mine, still in tho
same quiet fashion. “Would you like
me to?” said she—“ would you like me
to—to take auotker?”
"Em,” said I, “what does it matter
what 1 like? Before the sun has gone
down upon my going, another day will
have dawned for you.” I looked at her.
It came to me thot this was very bitter,
and however great a fool I might be, I
could not entirely hide what was in my
heart. “Little Sweetheart,” said I, “of
one thing be sure—l never shall forget
you.”
She came to me, and I kissed liar. She
still kept her face near mine. “ Bertie,”
said she -it was the first time she had
ever called me Bertie: it had always been
plain Mister before, and the name rang in
my ears “ Bertie, I'll not forget you in
a week.”
I almost pushed her from me. I knew
this dalliance was worse than folly—l
knew her so well—and rose to my feet.
“ No,” sai l I, with bitter mirth; “ not in
a week, but in eight, days.”
She made no answer, but still knelt at
my feet. And so we parted; fur rue fare
well on file morrow’was but a formal one.
*•** * * * *
Two year passed l>y. Occasionally I
pent her little notes, pictures of noted
places, foolish curiosities. But I never
gave her my address.
At last I returned, and found she was
living out as n governess.
Her mother told nio her situation was
in the neighborhood of Byde. Happen
ing to have friends in that town, I made
them an excuse for a visit there.
Yet, on my arrival, I was in no hurry
to find them out; and taking up my quar
ters in a quiet iuu, 1 prepared to have a
day or two alone.
It was a Saturday afternoon, lovely
weather: and I set out for a walk wcl
known in years gone by, through the
Lovers’ Lane, nestling by the waterside.
1 sat down and fell into a reverie.
Something woke me from it- a sound.
I became aware that I was listening to
prattle; little voices wero borne upon the
breeze, children’s laughter mingling with
the rippling w aves.
But every now and then there was an
other voice, not a child’s, yet cliild-like.
It was familiar to my ears, and as I lis
tened, its sounds woke within me chords
of forgotten music. Before many sec
onds had gone I knew it was Em’s voice
I heard.
I rose upon my elbow quietly, so as to
make no noise, uud looked over the top
of a summer house near by on to the
garden below. And there I saw her.
She was on a seat under the trees.
About her were four children, two boys
and two girls. Thef stood at her knees,
close together, watching her make a
chain of duisy flowers.
She had grown, but notmnch; she was
still a little maiden, and it, was plain she
never would rank among big women.
She was dressed in blue—a little blue
cloth cap perched daintily upon her dain
ty head, still poised like a queen’s upon
her shoulders, and a blue serge dress,
which fitted better, I noticed, than her
dresses used to do. Even from where I
was I could see her blue eyes flashing,
and that wonderful smile upon her face.
She was certainly prettier than of old,
and she still looked like a maiden step
ped down from fairydom.
Wondering what the answer might be,
softly, hardlv above a whisper, I gently
called “Em!”
But she, engaged with the daisy-chain
and her little ones, did not hear, and
paid no heed. So, smiling, I called a
little louder—“Em !”
But still she did not hear. The daisy
chain and little ones seemed to eneross
all her thoughts, and my voice blew past
her with the wind.
How would it do, I thought, since she
was so obstinately deaf, to rouse her by
confronting her ? If she would not hear
she should see, and her eyes, if not her
ears, he opened.
With some such fancy, I was just
about to rise and intrude myself upon
her presence, w hen I noticed the figure
of a man coming down the path.
I had no objection to children witness
ing our meeting, though I could have
spared even them: but a third party, and
he a stranger, I did not want. So I
waited until he should be gone.
lie was a young man, a gentleman
beyond doubt, and good-looking. His
was a fair young face. He had a promis
ing mustache, which he tended with one
hand; and ho was smoking a mighty
moercliaum.
Instead of passing, as I expected, he
stopped, leaning with one hand upon tho
moss-green wall. There was she with
heir daisy-chain, and children at her
knees.
Just as I thought he w ould; surely he
moviug on, he vaulted lightly over the
wall, and while I watched with angry
eyes, ran to her from behind, drew her
head hack to him and kissed her twice
or thrice upon the lips.
The blood boiled within my veins. I
did not doubt that this was a dastardly
outrage, and my darling needed a de
fender. In a minute, vengeance would
have been done, and he or I would have
lain low.
But her answer showed I was mistaken.
“Charley,” she cried, with that sweet
smile I know so well, “how can you kiss
me before the children?”
“Why not?” said he. “Don’t I kiss
them before you?”
And to prove his w 7 ords, he snatched
up a little girl and kissed her again and
again, she* laughing at the fun. Then he
sat down by her side, and putting his
arms about her, drew her to .him. The
daisy chain dropped to her lap, and she
looked at him as though he were all the
world to her.
“Darling!” said he, not loudly, but
loud enough for me to hear, “I have
spoken to my mother about you and me
to-day; and she thinks I am very foolish;
but since I always have been, and always
will he so, she thinks I may as well take
you to be my little wife—though you will
be very foolish for letting me.”
Her answer was to lay her head upon
his slionlder, and flash her blue eyes with
a still softer blue upon his face. “ Char
lie,” said she, “are you quite sure you
love me?”
“Love you?” he returned, and lie
meant it—“my darling, more than I can
tell!”
“And are you sure,” she continued,
‘ your mother will not be angry? I could
not bear to anger her.”
“Angry?” said he, closing her lips
with kisses. “Who in all the world
could be angry with My Little Sweet
heart?”
And so on. Tlio children looking on
at what was anew experience to them.
What mattered? They would have to
learn themselves some day’, though they
wore beginning early’. And I—l had to
listen to it all.
I have not seen her since. For some
cause her happiness stuck in my throat,
and I left Hyde that evening. I may
never see her again. Ere this, doubtless,
slio is another’s wife. But when I think
of her, even to this hour, it is as My Lit
tle Sweetheart.
Professional etiquette is carried to
an absurd extent among the physicians
\of Toronto, it would seem. A merchant
in that city was seriously ill, a certain
| doctor prescribed for him, and, after his
; departure a second disciple of iEscula
pius was summoned. Tlie first came
! again, learned of the visit of the second,
j refused to do anything more in the case,
! and went away. Tee second doctor then
j called, was told of the first employment
j of the other, declui a to act,, and went
! away too. The unfortunate merchant
| accordingly died. The newspaper which
publishes this siqry heads it “ Etiquette
! iwV)TiatVHio (.’fhnxnci,” but tlio patient
] seems to have been the one run into the
, ground.
After a holiday the rabbi accosted a
bright-eyed little “daughter pi Judah”
with the inquiry: “ Why were you not
in the synagogue yesterday?”” After
twisting in her mouth for some moments
the end of a dubiously clean apology for
a pocket handkerchief, Rebecca, with
downcast look, replied: “Because my
hat was not clean, sir. ’ “Not elean?*’
Baid the rabbi, somewhat sternly: “Don't
you know that God cares not for outward
appearances? that He looks to that which
is of infinitely more importance—that
which is within?” “But,” quickly in
terrupted the seven-year-old matron,
as a perfect solution of the difficulty,
“the lining wes dirty, too.” And that
settled the controversy without further
argument.— Hamer's Magazine,
“I xsscßE'you, gentlemen,” 6aid the
convict upon entering the prison, “that
the place has sought me, and not I the
place. My own affairs really demand all
my time and attention, and I may truly
* r %/ %/
say that my selection to fill this position
was an entire surprise. Had I consulted
my own interest I should have perempt
. only declined to serve, hut as I am in
' the hands of my friends I seo no other
course but to submit.” And ho submit
ted. —Boston 7V<7 nscrivt.
[St. Louis Western Watchman. - ]
music Hath Charms, etc.
One of the great manufacturing inter
ests of Boston is the European Piano
1 Company, whose pianos are used with high
appreciation and satisfaction throughout
! the world. In a recent conversation with
Mr. Jas. Gramer, one of the proprietors,
that gentleman remarked: 1 have used
that splendid remedy, St. Jacobs Oil, in
my family, and found it to he so very
beneficial that I will never bo without it,
llt has cured pic of-a severe case of rheu
matism, after other remedies had tailed.
A Monkey’s Suicide.
One of the iqpst novel deaths that ever
occurred in tins section took place hero
to-day, tho victim of which was a monkey
owned by Mr. Rockwell Syrock. The
animal was quite a favorite with all the
children for miles around, and knew
most of them. For several years past
Jocko’s owner has beeu iu the habit of vis
iting all the hangings in this portion of
the State, taking the mischievous animal
with him, who always seemed to take an
especial interest in the horrible details of
such proceedings. On the 25th of June
Alex Howard, a negro, was to have been
executed hero for the murder of an old
man, but the Governor respited him.
The gibbet was erected and all the pre
liminary arrangements made for carrying
out the negro’s sentence, when the Ex
ecutive interposed his power and post
poned it. Syrock visited the jail with the
monkey, and examined these prepara
tions. The animal seemed to be unusually
curious, and watched the scaffold trap with
wistful eyes. Since that time he lias
been playing hanging in his master’s
barn. This morning he was found dead,
suspended by a clothes-line to one of the
rafters of the building. —Goldsboro (N.
<7.1 Cor. Chicago Times.
[Milwaukee Evening Wisconsin.]
\ Strong < onquorer.
According to an Illinois exchange, our
days of Rheumatism are well nigh num
bered. St. Jacobs Oil enters a rheu
matic territory 7 , and conquors every sub
ject. That’s right. We believe in it.
Complimentary Mention.
A couple of Galvestonians, who havo
just returned from a hunting excursion,
tell a pleasant little incident of the trip
near Richmond. They went up to the
house of a farmer to get some milk, and
experienced considerable difficulty in
getting tho gate open. One of the party
said to the sturdy old granger:
“We had a good deal of trouble get
ting the gate open.”
“Yes,” responded the granger, drily 7 ,
“I fixed it up to keep the hogs out.”
—Galveston News.
Feeble Ladies.
Those languid, tiresome sensations,
causing you to feel scarcely able to be on
your feet; that constant drain that is
taking from your system all its elasticity;
driving the blood from vour cheeks; that
continual strain upon your vital forces,
rendering you irritable and fretful, can
easily be removed by the use of that
marvelous remedy. Hop Bitters. Irregu
larities and obstructions of jour system
are relieved at once, while the special
cause of periodical pain is removed.
Will you heed this ? —Cincinnati Satur
day night.
Bathing After Meals.
Two eases, reported by Dr. Naegli in
the Swiss Medical Journal, illustrate
the truth of the prevalent belief that it
is dangerous to go in bathing when the
stomach is full. The cases were alike
in their history. One was that of a boy
of 14, who ate a hearty meal and then
went in the water for a bath. When
swimming along with a comrade he sud
denly gave a cry and sank under the
water. He was speedily brought out on
shore, and the usual means of resuscita
tion were employed. These utterly
failed, however. Fearing some obstruc
tion, the boy’s trahcca was opened, and
pieces of food were found in it. These
were removed in part; but it was not
sufficient, and the boy died. The other
case had a similar history’. At the post
mortem a portion of the contents of the
stomach were found in the trachea an' 5
bronchi.
A Piatoi' rind,-, iiappt.
I have been greatly troubled with my kidneys
and liver for over twenty years, and during that
entire time I was never free from paiu. My
medical bills were enormous, and I visited both
the Hot and White Springs, noted for the cura
tive qualities of the water. lam happy to say
1 am now a well man, and entirely as the result
of Warner’s Safe Kidney and liver Care. With
such glorious results I am only too glad to testi
fv regarding the remedv which has made rue so
happy. (Rev.) fi. F. IIAEKLEE.
Coal Ena Crossing, Arkansas.
HUMORS OF THE DAY.
Bald heads never dye.
Usually the coarser a base voice iI
the finer it is.
A roi’L’LAB paper is like a toper’s nofig
— it will be read.
When your opponent calls you a lin\
let him have the floor.
That man that says that flint that thnl
that man used was correct, tells a false f
hood. 1
A great many men are cottage-built 1
that is to say they have but one story J
And they are for ever telling it.
A poor dentist of Kokomo wears toil
ceps to keep him warm. A pair of drawl
ers, you know. —Kokomo Tribune.
[Rebecca: Yes; when’ a young lad *
•goes crazy” over dancing, we think sh#
could consistently be called hoppiujH
mad.
“People should always marry thcil
opposites.” Yds, one of the znarryinS
parties ought to be a man and the othtl
a woman.
When the editor's wife gets a nevl
dress on the strength of a dry goods adl
vertisement, might it not properly toX
called her ad-dress? 1
a lover’s query. I
Tell me—tell me Genic, true,
I)o not-—do not—do not lie,
Cun you—can you—can you—can you
Mince u—make a pumpkin pie?
Boys, don’t be deceived. A girl who
will talk of the “limbs” of a table, will,
after marriage, chase you around a two.
acre lot with a rolling pin and a regu
lar kerosene conflagration in both eyes.
A Maine school-teacher captured
thirty-three cuds of gum from her pupils
in one day, and it was a rainy day at
that. — Detroit Free Press. Most any
school-teacher can do that if she but
chews.
An exchange speaks of “a policeman
who shot a drunken man who tried to es
cape in the hind leg.” The policeman is
to be commended. When a drunken
man tries to escape in the hind leg he de
serves to be shot.
When a fellow goes out of a theater to
see a man, he eats a little burnt coffee
and always finds his man. When a woman
looks under a bed for a man she never
thinks to eat any burnt coffee, and she
finds nobody.
An exchange prints a lengthly article
on “Science at Breakfast.” Valuable
space wasted. Science at breakfast is
getting away with four slices of ham and
half a dozen eggs while your vis-a-vis is
unfolding his napkin.
A man in low a has been arrested for
assaulting his wife, and he was found
guilty, even though it was shown that he
only stuffed her mouth full of putty
when he wanted to go to sleep. Do we
men have no rights at all?
“Take the elevator” is inscribed on
the fence of an lowa meadow. A curious
traveler who climbed the fence discovered
in about ten seconds that the elevator is
of a dark brindle color, with a curl in the
middle of his forehead.
“Trouble has broken out in Cork.”
It is generally under the cork where
trouble breaks out. —Norristown Herald.
Many a sorrowing Home Ruler realizes
that fact when he hears tho corkscrew in
the little small hours beyond the twelve.
A Hard Case.— Major Dunnup—“Aw
f’lly dull down iiere, isn’t it Miss Maria?”
Miss Maria—“Do you think so? Why
don’t you go, then! You’re a bachelor
and have only yourself to please.” Maj.
Dunnup—“Only myself to please? You
don’t know what a doused difficult thing
that is to do. ”
Ah ! little dreams the fond, adoring
mother as she tucks the clothes around
her curly-headed darling, and calls her
husband’s attention to the intellectual
formation of his phrenologikos, that some
day in the dim shadowy future that boy,
then grown to he an old and grizzled
man, with a pipe in his month, may be a
professional sandwich and carry adver
tisements for a popular sour mashery.
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