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Forgone*,' Etc., Etc.
i-UABXEU VJL Cos rixr kd. |
Ta long sunk-n reafi, lying below tfcs
Mter at high tide, but at the ebb stretch -
*g Uk fortifications about it, as if tc
Make of it a sure stronghold in the sea,
The strange architecture and earring of the
‘Soaks, with faces and crowned beads bul
half obliterated upon them; the lofty
arches, with columns of fret-work bearing
*■l the pinnacle* and sharp spires; the
fcHec masses heaped against the base of
■he oliffs, osrered with seaweed, end worn
<Mfi at all form, yet looking like the feag
•Met of some greet temple, with its trees
wres of sculpture, end snout them ell the
£r, lucid water swelling end tossing,
wing over them sparkling sheets of
U And the brilliant tone of the golden
WBd saffron lichens, and the delicate tint
isf the gray and silvery ones, stealing about
aha bosses, end angles, and curves of the
sacks, as if the rain and tho wind and the
Hast had epent their whole power thereto
produce artistic effects. I say my memory
tpatets it again forme; bntit is only •
memory, a shadow that my mind sees, and
how can 1 describe to you a shadow? When
wsmda are but phantoms themselves, how
m 1 use them to set forth a phantom?
Whenever the grandeur of the cliffs had
wearied me, as one grows weary sometimes
wf too long and too close a study of what
4a great,, there' was a little, inclosed, quiet
graveyard that lay in the very lap of the
iaiacd, where I could go for rest. It was
a small patch of ground, a God's tore, shot
■non all sides by high hedge-rows, which
hid everything from sight except that of
the heavens brooding over it Nothing was
Oe he seen bat the long mossy mounds
•hove the dead, and the great, warm, sunny
Borne rising above them. Even the church
was not there, for it was built in another
spot, and had a few graves of its own scat
tered about it
I was sitting there one evening in the
early spring, after the sun had dipped be
ta* the line of the high hedge-row, though
it was still shining in level rays through it.
£fo sound had disturbed the deep silence
4or a long time, except the twittering of
(birds among the branches, for up here even
Am sea could not be heard when it was
ata
-1 suppose my face was sad, as most hu
man faces are apt to ba when the spirit is
tntey in its citadel, and has left the out
wrorks of the eyes and mouth to tbem
welvea. So I was sitting quiet, with my
hands clasped about my knees, and my
face bent down, when a grave, low voice at
my side startled me back to consciousness.
Xardif was standing beside me. and look
ing down upon me with a world of watch
ful anxiety in his deep eyes.
“Yon are sad, mam zelle,” he said; “toe
wad for one so young as you are. ”
"Oh! everybody, is sad, Tardif," I an
swered; “there is a great deal of troublf for
•vary one in this world. You are often
very gad indeed."
“Ah! but I have a cause,” he said.
“Mam'aelle does not know that she is sit
ting on the grave of my little wife. ”
He knelt down beside it as he spoke, anc
laid his hand gently on the green turf. I
would have risen, but he would not let me.
"No,” he said; “sit still, mam'zelle.
you would have loved her, poor tittle
eoul! She was an Englishwoman, like you,
wnly not a lady; a pretty little English girl,
ao little I could carry bar like a baby. None
f my people took to her, and she waa very
•onsly, like you again, and she pined and
Ceded away, just quietly, never saying one
word against them. No, no, mam’zelle,
I like to see yon here. This is a favorite
place with you, and it gives me pleasure. 1
Oak myself s hundred times a day—ls
(here anything I can do to make my young
lady happy? Tell me what I can do more
4han I have done."
“There is nothing, Tardif,” I answered,
nothing whatever. If you see me sad
Wotnetimes, take no notice of it, for you
wan do no more for me than you are doing.
As it Ml, you are almost the only friend,
perhaps the omy true friend, I have in the
World. ”
"May God be true to me only as I am
(hwe to you," he said, solemnly, while his
Hark skin flushed and his eyes kindled. I
looked at him closely. A more honest face
one could never see, and his keen blue eyes
met my gaze steadfastly. Heavy-hearted
MI was just then, I could not help but
Smile, and all his face brightened, as the
kea at its dullest brightens suddenly under
a stiay gleam of sunshine.
Without another word we rose to our
feet and stood side by side for a minute,
looking dosra ou ithe little grave beneath
we. I would have gladly changed places
Ahew with the lonely English girl who had
Wwsed away in this remote island.
After that short, silent pause, we went
wlowly homeward along the quiet, almost
solitary lanes. Twice we met a fisherman,
with his creel and nets across his shoul
ders, who bade ue good-night; but no one
wise crossed our path.
It was a profound monotony, a seclusion
3? should not have bad courage to face wit
tingly. But I had been led into it. and I
dared not quit it. How long was it to last’
Aday came after the winter storms, early
in March, with all the strength and sweet
•cos of spring, though there was sharpness
waough in the air to moke my veins tingle.
The sun was shining with so much heat
4hnt I might be out of doors all day under
the shelter of the rocks, in the warm.
southern nooks where the daisies were
growing. The birds sang more blithely
than they had ever done before; a lark
overhead flinging down his triumphant
notes; a thrush whistling clearly in a haw*
thorn bash hanging over the cliff; and the
s*j of the gn:ls flitting about the rooks—l
•could hear them all at the same moment,
i'ith the deep, qniet tone of the sea sound
fig below their gay music.
Tardif was going to fish, and I had
felped hi xu to pack his basket. From my
|icbe in the rocks I could see him getting
tat of the harbor, and he had caught a
rliotpse of me, and stood up in his boat,
bareheaded, bidding me good-by. I began
*o sing before he was quite out of hearing,
for he naused upon his oars, listening, and
Jhad given me a joyous shout and waved his
feat round his bead when ho was sure it was
tl who was singing.
Nothing could be plainer than that he had
Mae away more glad at heart than he had
feeen all the winter, simply because he be
lieved that I was growing lighter-hearted,
tl could not help laughing, yet being touched
Snd softened at the thought of his pleas
wre. What a good fellow he was! I had
Cived him by this time, and knew him to
one of the truest, most unselfish men on
God s earth.
How good a thing it was that I bnd met
with hi in that wild night last October, when
1 hod fled like one fleeing from a bitter
■slaiery! For a few minutes my thoughts
hovered about that old, miserub'e, evil
pnat trouble*. It was easy to forget them
to-day. and I would forget them. I
plucked the daisies, and listened almost
drowsily to the birds and the sea, anil fell
all through me the delicious light and heat
of the sun. Now and tin n I lifted up my
eyes to watch Tardif tucking about on the
water.
There were several Ixs.ts, hut I kept his
>a sight by the help of a queer-shajied
pub hin ou one sail 1 wished airily for
a book, hut I should not have road it if I
had had out. 1 was hiking into my hear!
tin- loveliness of the spring day.
By twcho o'cloek 1 knew my riinmoi
would lie tdtdy, amt I had been out in tlir
fresh air Lug enough to he quite ready fin
It Cld Mrs. Tardif windb Iqqkuqj out
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tot tie impatiently: that she might get the
meal soar and tho things cleared away, and
order restored in her dwelling. So I quit
ted my warm nook with a feeling of regret,
though I knew I could return to it in an
But une can never return to anything
that is once Wit When we look for it
•gain, even though the place may remain,
something has vanished from it which can
never come hack. I never returned to my
spring day upon the cliffs of Sark.
A little crumbling path led round the
| rock and along the edge of tho ravine. 1
I chose it because from it I could see all the
fantaetic shore, bending in a semicircle
: toward the isle of Brecknou, with tiny, un
trodden beys, covered at this hour with
only glittering ripples, and with all. the
soft and tender shadows of the headlands
falling across them.
I had but to look straight below me and
I could see long tresses of seaweed floating
under the surface of the sea. Both my
head and my footing were steady, for I,had
: grown accustomed to giddy heights and
venturesome climbing.
I walked on slowly, casting many a re
luctant glance behind me at the calm wat
ers, with the boats gliding among the islets.
I was just giving my last look to them
when the loose stones on the crumbling
path gave way under my tread, and before
I could recover my foothold I found my
self slipping down the almost perpendicu
lar face of the cliff, and vainly clutching at
every bramble and tuft of grass growing in
its clefts.
CHAPTIH VTI.
AW ISLAND WITHOUT A DOCTOIW
I had not time to feel any fear, for al
most before I could realize the fact that I
was falling I touched the ground. The
point from which I had slipped was above
the reach of the water, but ! fell upon the
shingly beech so heavily that I was hardly
conscious for a few minutes.
When I came to my senses again I lay
still, trying to make out where 1 was and
how 1 came there. I was stunned and be
wildered. Underneath me were the smooth
round pebbles which lie above the line of
the tide on a shore covered with shingle.
Above me rose a dark frowning rook, the
chilly shadow of which lav across me,
Without lifting my head I could see the
water on a level with me, but it did not
look on a level; its bright crested waves
seemed swelling upward to the sky, ready
to pour down and bury me beneath them.
I was Tory faint, and sick, and giddy. The
ground felt as if it were about to sink un
der me. My eyelids closed languidly when
I did not keep them open by an effort, and
my head acbed, and my brain swam with
confused fancies.
After some time and with soma difficulty
I comprehended what had happened, and
recollected that it was already past mid
day, and Mrs. Tardif would be waiting fot
me. I attempted to stand up, but an acuta
pain in my foot compelled me to desist I
tried to turn myself upon the pobbles, and
my left arm refused to help me. I could
not check a sharp cry of suffering as my
left hand fell back upon the stones ou
which I was lying. My fall had cost m
something more than a few minutes’ in
sensibility and an aching head. I had na
more power to movo than one who is bound
hand and foot.
After a few vain efforts I lay quite 6till
again, trying to deliberate as well as I
could for the pain which racked me. I
reckoned up, after many attempts in which
first my memory failed me und then my
faculty of calculation, what the time of the
high tide would be, and how soon Tardif
would come home. As nearly as I could
make out it would be high water in about
two hours. Tardif had set off at low
water, as his boat had been anchored at the
foot of the rook where the ladder hung;
but before starting ho had said something
about returning at high tide, and running
np his boat on the beach of our little bay.
If he did that he must pirns olose by me.
It was Saturday morning, and he was in tbe
habit of returning early on Saturdays, that
he might prepare for the services of the
next day. I might count, then, upon the
prospect of his running tho boat into the
bay and finding me there within the next
two hours.
It took me a very long time to find out
all this, for every now and then my brain
seemed to lose its power for a while, and
everything whiried about mo. Especially
there was that awful sensation of sinking
do vn, down through the pebbles into
some chasm that was bottomless. I had
never either felt pain or fainted before, and
ill this alarmed me.
Presently I began to listen to the rattle of
the pebbles as the rising tide flowed over
them and fell back again, leaving them all
ajar and grating against one another —a
strange, gurgling, jangling sound that
seemed to have some meaning. It was
very cold, and a creeping moisture was
oozing up from the water. A vague won
der took hold of me as to whether I was
really above the line of the tide, for now
the March tides were come 1 did not know
how high their flood was. But I though!
of it without any active feeling of terror or
pain. I was numbed in body and mind.
The ceaseless chime of the waves and the
regularity of the rattling play of the peb
bles seemod to lull and soothe me in spite
of myself. Cold I was, and in sharp pain,
but my mind had not energy enough either
for fear or effort What appeared to me
most terrible was the sensation, coming
back time after time, of sinking, sinking
into the fancied chasm'beneath me.
I re member Mbo watching a. spray of ivy,
far above my head, swaying and waving
about in the wind, and a little bird, darting
hero and there with a brisk flutter of its
tiny wings and a chirping note of satisfac
tion. and the clouds drifting in soft, small
cloudlets across the sky. These things I
saw, not as if they were real, but rather as’-
if they were memories of things that had
pasted before my eves many years before.
At last—whether years or hours only
und gone by I could not then have told you
—I heard the regular gnd careful heat of
oars upon the water, and presently the grat
ing of n Lout’s keel upon the shingle, with
the rattle of a chain cast out with the grap
nel. I could not turp round or raise luv
head, hut I was sute it was Tardif. and
that he did not yet see me. for he was
whistling softly to himself. I had never
heard him whistle before.
“Tardif!” I cried, attempting to shout,
but my voice sounded very weak in my
own ears, and the other sounds about me
! seemed very loud. He went on with his
: unlading, half whistling and half hnm-
I ming his tune as he landed the nets and
i creel on the beach.
“Tardif!” 1 called again, summoning all
my strength, and raising my head an inch
,or two from the hard pebbles which had
been its resting place.
He paused then and stood quite still,
listening. I knew it, though 1 could not
see him. I ran the fingers of my right
baud thiough the loose pebbles about me,
and his ear caught the slight noise. In u
moment I heaid his strong feet, coming
across them toward me.
“Mon Dieit! maniYcHe.” he exclaimed,
“what bus happened to you?”
1 tried to smile as his honest, brown
face bent over me, full of alarm. It was,
i so greet a lelief lo see a face like his sfter
I that long, weary agony, for it had been
i agony to me. who had not known what
bodily pain was like. Hut m trying to
smile 1 felt my l.ps drawn and my eyes
biiuded with tears.
“I've fallen down the cliff," I said, feebly,
“and I am hurt.”
“Men Die a!" he cried again. The strong
man shook, and his baud tumbled as be
sloop-d down undlaid it under my head tc
lift it up a little. His agitation touched in*
to the heart eTen then, and I ilid my best
lo sneak more calmly.
“Turdi I whispered, “it is not very
much, and I might have bo u killed. I
think my fool is hurt nud 1 am quite sure
my arm is biokeu." ,
ispeukiag unula m* feel giddy and faint
again, • 1 raid no more. He lifted ui in
his arms as easily and tenderly u a motive
lifts up hi olah* illtd vg£{i } pie g- h* (y,
taking xiow and mew*urea strides up ine
steep slope which led homeward. ! eieved
my eyes, glad to leave myself wholly in his
1 charge, and to have nothing /urtfcer to
dmd, yet moaning a little, involuntarily,
fresh pang of pain shot through
f me. Theribo would cry again 'Mon Dien'"
in a beseeching tone, and pause for an in
stant, as if to give me rest It seemed a
long time before we reached the farmyard
gate, and he shouted with a tremendous
voice for his mother to came and open it
Fortunately she was in sight, and came to
ward us quickly.
He earned me into the house and laid
me down on the lit dr fouaille —a wooden
frame forming a sort of couch, and filled
with dried fern, which forms the principal
piece of fnmiture in every farmhouse
iritebea in the Channel islands. Then be
cut away the boot from my swollen ankle
with a steady but careful touch, speaking
now usd then a vtord of encouragement, as
if 1 were a child whom he was tending.
His mother stood by, looking on helplessly
aud in bewilderment, for he had not had
time to explain my accident to her.
But for my arm, which hung helplessly
at my side, and gave me excrnciating pain
wheg he touched it, it was quite evident
he could do nothin'/.
“Is there nobody who could set it?” I
asked, striving very hard to keep calm.
“We have no doctor in Sark now,” he
answered. “ There is no one but Mother Ke
nouf. I will fetch her. ”
But when she came she declared herself
unable to set a broken limb. They all
three held a consultation over it in their
own dialect, but I saw by the solemn shak
ing of their heads and Tardifs troubled
expression that it was entirely beyond her
skill to set it right She would undertake
iny sprained ankle, for she was famous for
the cure of Bpraius and bruises, but my
arm was past her. The pain I was endur
ing bathed my face with perspiration, but
very little could be done to alleviate it.
Tardifs expression grew more and more
distressed.
“■Mam’zelle knows,” he said, stooping
down to speak the more softly tome, “there
is no doctor nearer than Guernsey, and the
night is not far off. What are we to do?”
"Never mind, Tardif,” I answered, re
solving to be brave; “let the women help
me into bed, and perhaps I shall be able to
sleep. We must wait till morning. *
It was more easily said than done. The
two old women did their best, but their
touch was clumsy and their help slight
compared to Tardifs. I was thoroughly
1 worn out before I was in bed. But it was
a great deal to find myself there, safe and
warm, instead of on the cold, hard pebbles
ou the beach. Mother Itenouf put my arm
to rest upon a pillow, and bathed and fo
mented my ankle till I felt much easier.
Never, never shall I forget that night I
could not sleep, hut I suppose my mind
wandered a little. Hundreds of times I
felt myself down on the shore, lying help
lessly, while gTeat green waves curled them
selves over, and fell jnst within reach,
ready to swallow me up, yet always missing
me. Then I was back again in my own
home in Adelaide, on my father’s sheep
farm, and he was still alive, and with no
thought but how to make everything bright
aud gladsome for me; and hundreds of
times I saw the woman who was afterward
to be my stepmother stealing up to the
door and trying to get in to him and me.
Sometimes I caught myself sobbing aloud,
and then Tardifs voice, whispering at the
door to ask how mam’zelle was. brought
me bock to consciousness. Now and then
I looked round, fancying liheard my moth
ers voice speaking to me. and I saw only
the wrinkled yellow face of his mother
nodding drowsily in her seat by the fire.
Twice Tnrdif brought me a enp of tea,
freshly made.. I could not distinctly make
out who he was, or where I was, but I tried
to speak loudly enough for him to hear m
thank him.
I wus very glad when the first gleam ol
daylight shone into my room. It seemed
to briug clearness to my brain.
"Mam’zelle,” said Tnrdif, ooming to my
side very early in his fisherman’s dress, “I
am going to fetch a doctor.”
“But it is Sunday.” I answered, faintly.
I knew that no boatman put out to sea will
ingly on a Sunday from Sark; and the last
fatal accident, being on a Sunday, hud
deepened their reluctance.
“It will be right, mam’zelle," he an
swered, with glowing eyes. “I have nc
fear. ”
“Do not be long away. Tardif,” I said,
sobbing;
“Not ‘One moment longer than l can
help,” he replied.
fart 2.
• CHAPTER I.
tin. MARTIN UOIIIIEL.
My name is Martin Dobree. Martin oi
Doctor Martin I was called throughout
Guernsey. It will be neoesßnry to state a
few particulars about my family and posi
tion before I proceed with my part of this
narrative.
My father was Doctor Dobree. He be
longed to one of the oldest families in the
island—a family of distinguished pur sang,
but our branch of it hud been growing
poorer instead of richer during the lust
three or four generations. We had been
gravitating steadily downward.
■ My father lived ostensibly by his pro
fession. but actually upon the income ol
my cousin, Julia Dobree, who had been
his ward from her childhood. The house
we dwelt in, a pleasant one in the Grange,
belonged to Julia, and fully half of tne
year’s household expenses were defrayed
by her. Our practice, which he and I
shaved between us, was not a large one,
though for its extent it was lucrative
enough. But ther®always is an immense
number of medical men in Guernsey in
proportion to its population, and the island
is'healthy. There was small chance for
any of us to make fortune.
Then how was it that I, a young man
still under thirty, was wasting my time,
anil skill, apd professional training by re
maining there, a sort of half-pensioner on
my cousin's bounty? The thickest rone
that holds a vessel weighing scores of tons
safely to the pier-head is made up of
strands so slight that almost a breath will
break them.
First, then—and the strength of two
ihirds of the strands lay there —was my
1 mother. 1 could never remember the time
when she had not been delicate and ailing,
even when 1 was a rough schoolboy at
Elizabeth College. It was that infirmity
I of the body which occasionally betra> s the
1 wounds of a sou l . I did not comprehend
! it when a hoy; then it was headache only,
jAslgr -w older I discovered that it was
heartache. The gnawing of a perpetual
disappointment, worse than a sudden and
violeut calamity, had slowly eaten away the
very foundation of healthy life. No hand
I could administer any mediciue for this
i disease except mine, and as soon as I was
i sure of that I felt what my first duty was.
I I knew where the blame of this lay, if
any b!nme there were. I had found it oul
years ago by my mother’s silence, her white
cheeks, and her feeble tone of health. My
father was never ouenlv unkind and care
less, but there was always visible in his
manner u Weariness of her, an utter disre
gard for her feelings. He continued to
like yoqng and pretty women, just us he
had liked her because she was young and
pretty. Hs remained at the very point he
•vas at wheu they began their married life.
There was nothing patently criminal in it,
; God forbid!- nothing to create an open
! and a grave scandal on our little island.
! But it told upon my mother: it was the one
! drop of water failing day by day. "A eon
; tiuual dropping in a very rainy day and a con
! tout.oUß wi man are alike," says the Hook
of Proverbs. My father's small infidelities
were much the some to my mother. She
was thrown altogether upon me for sympa
thy, and rapport, and lore.
W hen 1 hist fathomed this mystery my
heart rose in very undutiful bittern***
against Doctor Dobree, hut bv-and-hy I
found ihal it resti'.ted leas from a want ol
fidelity lo her than from n radic.d infirmity
in his leiupsiuiusiit. It was almost it im
possible (nr him to avoid or conceal ho
W> fefenja to i younger an l more ntt;sc hr
women us tot siy mother to conquer the
fretting vexation this preference caused to
her.
Next to my mother came Julia, my
cousin, five yean older than I, who had
- oldHr looked down upon me and snubbed
me Hke a sister as a boy: watched my prog
ress through Elizabeth College and through
Ouy’B Hospital, and perceived at last that
I was a young man whom it was no dis
grace to call cousin. To crown all she fell
in love with me; so at least my mother told
me, hiking me into her confidence, and
speaking with a depth of pleading in her
sunken eyes, which were worn with much
wsepiDg. ' Poor mother! I knew very well
what unspoken wish was in her heart.
Julia had grown up under her care, as I
had done, and she stood second to me in
It is not difficult to love any woman who
lias a moderate share of attractions—at
least I did not find it so then. I was really
fond of Julia, too—very fond. I knew her
as intimately as any brother knows his sis
ter. She had kept np a correspondence
with me all the time 1 was at Guy’s, and
her letters had been more interesting and
amusing than her conversation generally
was. Some women, most cultivated women,
can write charming letters, and Julia was a
highly cultivated woman. I came back
from Guy’s with a very greatly increased
regard and admiration for .my cousin Julia.
So when my mother, with her pleading,
wistful eyes, spoke day after day of Julia,
of her dutiful love toward her and her
growing love for me, I drifted, almost
without an effort of my own volition, into
an engagement with her. Yon see there
was no counter-balance. I was acquainted
with every girl of my own class -on the
island; pretty girls were many of them, but
there was, after all, not one I preferred to
my cousin. My old dreams and romances
about love, common to every young fellow,
had all faded into a very commonplace,
every-day vision of having a comfortable
house of my own, and a wife as good as
most other men’s wives. Just in the same
way my ambitious plans of rising to the
very top of the tree in my profession had
dwindled down to satisfaction with the very
limited practice of one of our island doc
tors. I found myself chained to this rock
in the sea; all my future life would prob
ably be spent there, and fate offered me
Julia as the companion fittest for me. I
was contented with m.v fate, and laughed
off my boyish fancy that I ought to be
ready to barter the world for love.
Added to these two strong ties keeping
me in Guernsey, there were the hundred,
the thousand small associations which
made that island, and iny people living
upon it, dearer than any other place or any
other people in the world. Taking the
strength or the rope which held me to the
pier-bead as represented by one hundred,
then my love for my mother would stand
si sixty-six and a half, my engagement to
Julia at about twenty, and the remainder
may go toward say old associations. That
is pretty nearly the sum of it
|TO BE COXTINEtD.]
The Wine Business.
The Los Angeles (Cal.) Weekly Censor,
in an article on the wine business in Cali
fornia, says:
“In this State there is no excuse for
raising any demoralizing product. In
Southern California there is a greater
variety of industries than in any other
part of the world, and a greater facility
of acquiring a healthy competence with
a moderate exertion. The best answer
to the cash argument of the wine interest
is the outcome of it in France and other
wine countries. France has had the best
wine market in the world and the best
chances to profit by the business. But,
after one thousand years' experience and
labor, it drinks the whole product of ita
immense vineyards, imports largely of
gin, rum, beer, potato-whisky, cider,
Italian, Hungarian, Spanish and Portu
guese wine—far more than it exports —
and then after all this utter waste of land
and labor it has to spend $120,000,000 to
$150,000,000'a year in the purchase of
bread, which could have been raised on
the land wasted in grapes for wine.
“Any impartial arithmetician can see
that its wine business is sure to reduce
France to the pauperized, beggared con
dition of all the older wine-producing
peoples who still remain on the map of
the world. As long as their wine busi
ness lasts, every year will be worse finan
cially.”
Shocking Bad Taste I
‘‘My dear, don’t you intend " to invite
Mr. and Mrs. Green to your party?”
asked Mr. Biller.
‘•Certainly not.”
“Why not, my dear? They are good
friends of ours.”
“What if they are? lam going to in
vite Mr. and Mrs. Brown.”
“Well, can’t you invite the Greens as
welL”
“Why, John Biller,you shock me with
your taste. Brown and Green in my par
lors together! Why, next you'll be ask
ing me to wear blue and yellow. I de
clare you men have no idea whatever of
harmony.” —Boston Times.
It Was (he Smallest Pup of the Two.
When a Chicago woman wants to get
. a beat in a street car she wraps up her
poodle dog and carries it in her arms as
though it was a baby. But the frick is
now becoming known and doesn’t always
work. The other day a lady got into a
full ear with what looked like an infant
in her arms. Avery rapid looking young
man inspected her for a moment and
then said:
“Madam, if that is a kid you can have
my seat, but if it is a pup you can't.”
“Well, it's a pup.” mapped the lady,
“but not as big a one as you are.”
The rapid looking young man ct once
got off nd went to the wheat pit.— St.
r jOuis Whip. ,
French Fan.
Loto’s first lesson in geography:
“What is that,there?” asked his teacher
placing a finger upon a certain point on
the map.
“There?” said Loto. “Oh, a dirty fin
ger nail.”
A lady looking at some apartments in
quires of the landlord:
“How about the stairway?”
“Oh, it is excellent, uiadame. When
you are going up it is so easy that you
imagine that you ore descending. JVcie
York Ornphie.
For a Fact
“I tell ye the West don't fool with
folks,” observed a frontiersman, boast
ingly. “I’ve seed men killed oat thar
fur takin’ a pound o’ huffier meat.”
“That’s nothing.” dryly remarked a
bystander; “I have seen men killed in
the JEn-t for taken even less than that.”
“What mought it a-bin. Mister Cute,
if toil’ll excuse my im im’tucnne fur
askin'?’’ continued Murks sin, snoerirgly.
"Hulfa.i o race of laudanum.”— Tut-
Bits.
A smtuii lias bom discovered in Co
'umbra which exudes a juice that will
t<>p the flow of blood almost instantly,
no matter bow severe the wound. A
raittle of it ought to he carried in the
•oat-tail pocket of every man who
haa a fishion of poking his nose into
therpo ipV. Uuaiueiw.
SELECT ■ SIFTINGS.
The President ol the United States re
reives $136.09 s day, or 9J cents i
minute.
It is still a common idea that a cuckoo
if asked will tell sny one by the repetition
of its cries how long he has to live.
In Hiam, it is said, a wife who redeems
her husband after he has sold himself at
gambling owns him thereafter as a chattel
A chaplet of oak leaves, with the
acorns, was presented to the Roman
soldier who had .Aved the life of a com
rade in buttle, and slain his opponent. It
was originally presented by the rescued
comrade, and latterly by the emperor.
Vital statistics lately published show
that in Germany the average life of men
has increased during the last thirty years
from 41.9 to 43.9 years, or live percent.
In women the increase is given at eight
per cent., the advance being from 41.9 to
45.3.
Henry Guy Corleton, the dramatic
author, is said to be an erratic sort of
genius, and has for pets several largo
bullfrogs, waich he has trained to eat
live mice, which, when placed in their
reach, they catch with the avidity and
skill of a terrier.
A a mother the Roman woman had
originally no legal inheritance in the
property of her minor children. A child
desiring to marry need not obtain her
consent; the children were not in the
family of the mother, but of the father;
the mother had no power over them.
A Western editor has figured out
that 1,000,000 dollar bills weigh 2,841
pounds. A million 1,000-dollar bills
weigh just about the same, which shows
the superiority of paper money to him
who carries his fortune in his pocket. A
million of money in silver weighs about
thirty tons, and one in gold less than two
tons.
Two hundred years and more ago the
beds in Englaud were bags filled with
straw or leaves, but not upholstered or
squared with modern neatness. The bag
could be opened and the litter remade
daily. There were few bed-rooms in the
houses of ancient England. The master
and mistress of the Anglo-Saxon house
had a chamber or shed built against the
wall that inclosed the mansion and its
dependencies; their daughter had the
same. Young men and guests slept in
the great hall, which was the only no
ticeable room in the house, on tables or
benches. Woolen coverlids were pro
vided for warmth; poles or hooks on
which they could hang their clothes pro
jected from the wall; perches were pro
vided for their hawks. Attendants and
servants slept upon the floor.
Stories of a Lion Tamer.
Herr Driesbach’s life was full of re
markable incidents and he frequently
look pleasure in relating events of his
life. The following is in his own words:
. “I was exhibiting in the city of Balti
more. We were playing apiece in which
one of my tigers was to suddenly leap from
above upon me, as if to kill me. After
it would jump on to me we would roll
around on the floor, to all appearances
engaged in mortal combat. The theatre
in which we were playing had a large pit,
and it was filled almost to suffocation
that evening with boys and men. This
time the tiger jumped over my head and
was flying for the pit when I caught him
by the tail and hauled him back. I needn’t
tell you that standing room was made
mighty quick in that pit when they saw
the animal coming. They rushed out
pellmell, yelling and screaming for me to
hold on to him.”
When Edwin Forrest was playing at
the Old Bowery theatre in New York city,
his piece was followed by an exhibition
of lions by their trainer, Herr Driesbach.
During their stay there Forrest remarked
one day that he had never experienced
the emotion caused by fright—that he was
never scared in his life. Driesbach
heard the remark and one even
ing took Forrest home with
him. They entered a house and after
passing through long and devious dark
passages, Driesbaeli opened a door and
said: “This way, Mr. Forrest.” As For
rest entered the door was slammed be
hind him. Forrest felt something touch
his leg in the darkness, and reaching
down his hand touched what he thought
was a cat’s back, which he gently
stroked. A rasping growl greeted the
motion, and he saw two fiery eyeballs
glaring at him. “Are you afraid, Mr.
Forrest?” asked the lion tamer, who was
invisible in the darkness. Forrest re
plied, “Not a bit,” when the lion tamer
said something and the growl deepened
and the back began to arch. Forr.estheld
out for a few minutes, when he exclaimed:
“Now let me out, you scoundrel, or I’ll
break every bone in your body.” The
lion king kept him there and he did not
dare to move a finger, while the lion
kept rubbing against his leg. Forrest
finally promised a champagne supper if
Driesbach would let him out, which was
done and the bet was immediately paid.
The lion king was to some extent a
Eractieal joker. On one occasion when
e was exhibiting in Broadway, New
York, he had entered a den of animals;
and was going through the customary
performance one Saturday night when he
was suddenly stretched upon his back
and a large Brazilian tiger was on his
throat and the other animals were wildly
dashing about the cage. Driesbach’s
voice was heard calling for aid in a
hoarse manner. The audience became
excited and women shrieked. Several
keepers ran to the prostrate lion-tamer’s
I aid, and he was dragged from th? cage.
He came from behind the cage with his
| face and tights covered with crimson,
| liquid like blood. He was hastily taken
: upstairs, where a physician, w'ho was eon
, veniently near, examined him and said
that although seriously injured, the lion
tamer would live. • The next day Dries
bach appeared on the streets with his
face covered with strips of court plaster
and his arm in a sling. His friends were
greatly excited over his escape, but their
sympathy turned to disgust when they
learned that the gore on the lion-tamers’
face had Been squeezed from a sponge
filled with rose pink, and that the affair
was an advertising dodge arranged by the
management of ihe menagerie.— Pitts
htl.-rj Dispatch.
Manual Training.
The progress of manual training in the
United States during the last few years
has been very great, whether it he con
sidered from the standpoint of the
growth of public sentiment on the Sub
ject, or from that of its introduction to
existing schools, public and private, and
the establishment of independent schools.
It is in some form in certain of the
schools of twenty-five of the States of
the Union, and there are at least forty
educational institutions in the country
where it is made pnrt of the course of
instruction. The character of the schools
into which manual training has been in
troduced is varied. The range is from
the most noted colleges and universities
in the land to the public schools if small
cities, Jfarper'n MngastHt,
It is thought that a dozen shots from
the new German bomb, charged with
dynamite diqlls, would destroy the strong
c4 fortifications in the wor’ti.
NEW ADVERTISEMENTS.
THE BOSS OF CRUSHERS
THE FARMERS' KEY TO SUCCESS! i
•W Farmers say it is just what they have been looking for ever since the w*-
1 Hy which farmers can make their own o.
j ’zers, grind steamed hone, phosphate molT
plaster, rock, marl, cotton seed, dry h-JL**
r£ . { nure, corn and cob for stock food, or **’
JL^ShbR 1 Anything That is <
It will make good corn meal when va
UnHL i t! .o any belter. By its use the farmer wifi 2?
- instead of poorer all the time. po *
Wl F■■UK < lift l I. vifs
jjf /IteatHm Mil-- Giving full particulars; also state if yr
fl ’ ffiPflMH ■§'' - 1 hke circulars of the DeLoach Waer
r mAfe: Ratable Mills, etc. We sell Portable MatT
' . low as $80; guaranteed to "**
I j MAKE GOOD MEAL
[ _ j Address:
ATLANTA, CA.
DUMB!
AT
FACTORY PRICES FOR NINETY DAYS!
NOW IS THE TIME TO BUY” FOR ALL WHO W'ANT FURNITURE AT Tffl
OLD ESTABLISHED HOUSE OF
PLATT BBOTHE2SS,
The largest Furniture Emporium in the State. Guaranteed to eive Satisfacton to all iw,
sers or return the GimJ*. We take great pleasure in showing our goods. GOME***
UNC., GOME ALL. and satisfy yourr' lvcs that w# n-H eheaDer
--THAN ANY OTHER HOUSE IN THE STATE -,
BEOTHEES, - 3a.
FOR THE NEXT 60 DATS)
AT GOODYEAR'S
CmiiH MNSITII!
WILL BE SOLD THE LARGEST AND MOST
BISIEABLI ASSOETMEBI
OF OPEN AND TOP BUGGIES ever brought to this market, at lower prices tbaacr
before offered. These goods are First Class, with sloe! axles aud tires, thoroughly pw
ed, full leather trimmed, and warranted for twelve months. Just received anotli
shipment of those fine
HIM MEM, PH4ETIS&MBIH
OPEN and TOP BUGGIES, made upon special orders, by the liesl 'Mannfnctim
North and East. Nothing being used in the construction of these vehicles but thek
materials, and in Quality, Style and Finish are uncaquallcd by any others now io(
market. In stock a full line of
Saddles aad Jaraett si |U firades
Which I will offer at LOWER PRICES than have ever before lieen known l*tl
history of the business. MILBURN, ST U DEBAR Eli. and STANDARD PL A NTATIO
WAGONS, all sizes. Oak and Hemlock Sole Leather, Calf Skins, Shoe Findi
Carnage and Wagon Materials, Harness Leather, Belt Lacing of superior quality, link
and Leather Belting. Also, a Full Line of
HAKBWJMK®,
Guns, Shells, Powder, Shot, Table and Pocket Cutlery, Plow Points for all inak
Nails, Axes, Hoes, Picks and Mattocks. Pitch Fonts, Shovels, Spades. Meelyarris*
Scale Beams, Grind Stones, Rakes, Padlocks, Carpenter Tools, Files, Hinges, Wra*
Sash. Doors and Blinds, Farm and Church Bens, which I am offering at LOWEST CAS
PRICES.
A. R. GOODYEAR, Agent,
(Successor to If. H. MAY &W
At the Old Stand, Opposite Georgia ailroad Bank. 704 Broad St., AUGUSTA, 6
NAVASSA COMPANI
WILMINGTON. N. C.
stimuli Ffimm
POPE cfc FLEMIIVGc
GFNEHAL AGENTS, AUGUSTA. GEORGIA.
We are General Agents for the goods made by the above company. Their FEItTII
ERS are all of the HIGHEST STANDARD, and none I letter are offered in this raid
We ask for the patronage of the public. Write to us for terms and full particulars.
Pope <Ss ZFlemiiaigr, General
CaTR. TAPPAN, Local Agent, White Plains, Go. feb. 19.'*
D. R. Weight, President. j. T Newbekt, Cash*
PLANTERS’ LOAN
AND .
o,£gsi Rank
CAPITAL, (all paid vp) . . . §IOO,OOO.
Collections Carefully Attended to and Promptly Remitted Fob.
US' C-T DRAFTS ON ALL PARTS OF THEWORLD FOR SALE. J*
Interest allowed on Deposits in the Savings Department. jri
DIRECTORS: D. R. Wright, W. H. Howard, G. R. Lombard, W. K, Benson. W-
Jordan, Z. McCord and D. H. Van Buren. AUGUSTA, GA
ft pininrn t bef °® e buying cloci
\|,| Mil it II \ WATCHES. JEWELRY.
UUU UII Jill USilver & Silver Plated Wai
JEWELRY STORE* Write to me for prices.
ATHENS, GEORGIA. tucpaikiwo a
inMTMMRMi
“THE BEST IS THE CHEAPEST.”
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SELECT PEBTILIZEES
FROM THE
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CHABLESTOH. 8. C.
ETIWAN DISSOLVED BONE, ETIWAN ACID PHOSPHATE, ETIWAN tiM*
ETIWAN AMMONIATED DISSOLVED BONB.
R. TAPPAN, WHITE PLAINS, GEORGIA.
.*n iiTsy, "apply rent with pic abev pon Ur brands from Cir.eawrirtrb, , ,H “'.a
and Union Paial. f*h ~