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Dalton, Georgia, Thursday, December e, isss.
Established i860.
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The Pesident-Elect,
Any reliable testimony establishing
the good character and ability of the
President-elect is, of course, interest
ing to the people of the South. Our
people are not indifferent to character
and ability of the chief executive of
this government, in the glory and prop
er conduct of which they have an
abiding interest and pride. From the
New York Examiner, an altogether re
liable source, we clip the following:
“The successful candidate for the Pres-
ency, the Hon Benjamin Harrison, of
'Indiana, is in his fifty-sixth year, and
therefore still in the prime of his pow
ers. His ability and integrity are un
questioned. His public service has
been varied and prolonged, and he is
in every way well equipped for the high
position to which tLe choice of the peo-
wi!l be a contest for ple has raised him. Besides being a
man of spotless public repute, his pri
vate life is marked by all the graces of
a Christian gentleman. He has long
been a ruling elder in the Presbyterian
church, and has borne an honorable
part in religious and philanthropic
work. Of Mrs. Harrison the best things
are said by those who know her* and
it is good to be assured that the gra-
*ill give them offices in the South eious woman who now adorns the
White House is to have a worthy suc
cessor.”
5day, DEC. 6, ISSS.
liction comes from the far
that this winter will be an
It is said that musk-rats are
; ver y Jiitle preparations for it.
jacJison-Brandon duel was the
£ farce of the season. The liter
al emenated therefrom was
I<! aj D g for “these melancholy
k t?8 e saddest of the year.”
;6 significant, fact that in the
Ehere most sheep are grown
[jje towns where most wool is
r"factored, the democrats lost no
p re0 w ool did not frighten the
litissaid there
(or Brown’s seat two years hence,
^contestants will be Henry Grady
jGoY. Gordon. Grady will have to
L jjis tariff views if he expects to
L'torious over the gallant Gordon.
r of Gen. Harrison’s close friends
that be regards protection Demo-
“Republicans in sympathy,”
Dan and Elijah.
“Dan,” said Elijah, the private secre
tary of the President-elect, as the New
York Tribuno relates the incident,
i to Republicans who are
[talented or respectable. Now, who
lias been discovered that over two
tired negro women in Pitts county,
Carolina, dressed in men’s
Ibes, voted the Republican ticket
Ifljj late election. Several arrests
ftebeen made, and the affair will be
; .Haebison is the authority for
[statement that the President-elect
[bkod relation of the Hon. Jeffer-
IDavis of Mississippi. The Harri-
fcand Davis families lived near each
;in Virginia, and there were sev-
jlinter marriages.
ie crop is said to be the
L- t ever known in Missouri and in
Lappieir .Kansas and Nebraska
m in Illinois, TnrfRfofeJagoP i 8
(Western New York; in Michigan
(iCanada about an average.
tDiRi.vG robbery was committed in
Eton. Tex. The thief entered a
*lrystore, and, walking up to the
khelped himself to $2,000 worth of
ponds and then The
The - Courier-Jonrnal published an
interview with Hon. Roger Q. Mills,
now in Louisville. Regarding the late
election, Mr. Mills says: “Money in In
diana and treachery in New York de
feated Grover Cleveland, the best Pres
ident the country ever had, and placed
the Republican party at the head of
the nation’s affairs.” Mr. Mills, while
admitting disappointment at the re
sult, says: “The Democrats have not
yet given up the light for principles
and the rights of the masses against
the demands and encroachments of the
classes. The tariff issue will not be al
lowed to sink into insignificance, but
from this time forward for the next
four years it will be kept before the
people. There will be no slacking up
from now on until the damnable sys
tem of monopoly is torn oat by the
/roots.-
“you don’t bear me any hard feelings,
do you, because I’m booked for youi
office?”
“Bless your soul, no, Elijah,” repli.ed
the private secretary of the President
as-is; “and permit me to say that I sin
cerely hope you resemble your name
sake of another age, who in an emer
gency was fed by the ravens.”
“Well, I can’t say whether or not
.resemble him. What do you argue,
Dan, from the circumstance that the
earlier Elijah was once fed by the ra
vens?” A*
“I argue,” explained Dan, “that he
was one of those rare men that never
got left.”
“Good; and thank yon heartily for
your good wishes, Dan. W e a 1 know,
colonel that you are very like a famous
namesake of yours of another age.
“Referring to whom?” inquired the
colonel, a blush suffusing his face.
“Referring, of course, to Daniel, who
was thrown into the lion’s den.”
“And how in the world, Elijah, do
■you connect me with him?”
“Well, you see,” remarked Elijah.
bowiDg low to Daniel, “it hasn’t spoiled
you at all to be lionized.”
Then the two private secretaries gave
each other a fond, non-partisan em
brace and resumed their, respective
dnties.
The Outlook for the South.
Prom the Manufacturers’ Kecord.
It scarcely needs a prophet’s fore
sight to see that what we have predict
ed is even now already almost upon as.
The signs of great - activity are too
plain not to be seen. The people
the South are determined that, while
they have lost in the political battle,
they are bound to win m the battle for
industrial supremacy. From Virginia
to Texas they are moved by the one
great impulse to develop their match
less resources, add thus make the South
what it is cer.ainly destined to be—the
richest country in the world. They
are not left to themselves, however, in
this work. Northern men and North
Ihe Inuianupdiib"!JT)urual,--or- wmou ern capital will pour into the South as
Mm bas been introduced in the
Sorgia Senate increasing the aunual
■of the Governor of ihe State 1o
PO, and one in the House fixiug the
Iryat86.000. The pay of the Gov-
Iris meanly meagre, and one of
p bills, the last we think, should
pinto a law by all means.
p tariff question disturbs the Can-
las as well as the people of the
pd States. When yon come to
fk of it, protection is enough to dis-
pany people. It is founded on the
pciple of taking part of the earn-
M one class of the citizens to
My the desire for wealth of another
i great many bets were made by
(teats in Ohio that the repnb-
11 majority in that state woqld not
i 20,000. The official returns
^that the democrats won the bets.
! republican elector having the
Meat number of votes received
Fmajority. This is another bright
pon the political horizon.
pa Baltimore Manufacturer’s Re-
sisaya: “The South has been bleSs-
|with two unprecedentedly large
3and cotton crops in succession,
Mhis means greater agricultural
Rwity and more surplus money for
Nment. Many millions of dollars
formerly went West for corn and
> now saved to the South by
Phased home production.”
r 5 -Polk, who was mistress of the
r e House over forty years ago, is
f te! gbty fifth year, and though
r or «ss feeble, she is in compare-
pgood health. In walking she
phjearm of her maid with one
rp while iu the other she .carries a
r eaded crutch cane. Mrs. Polk
revisits, but she goes to church
r Sunday, and has not missed a
nion in year’s.
p ~ “*■
■ • ueeley, of the signal service,
j C , es that, in his judgment, the
_ uy of winter will, or ought to,
LJ tvfeen January 20 and 30. The
L; h Coi d 'loss not, he explains, oc-
L al e winter solstice, but some-
L 6r ' s ' nce the greatest cold must
ip Uce(i a t the time when the
L g ° aea t received from the sun
ptioQ 6 ^' 1 '^ k ° ky nocturnal
t EE LDDf the Sparta Ish-
Fwisft 35 Con< ^ en s e d. a. volumne into
hrm P T graph: “Whenthe West-
l^refo l0S f their Southern market,
'itaoD W | U P r88 ent itself to them
mth e aapdvati hg light. The farm-
foR"* ^ave it in their power
f, < R e ® ec tive campaign work
Uply ° ’J; icall y benighted section
of \p a * n £ the South independ-
ityi * oad products. Wijtl
Gen. Harrison’s private secretary is
one of the editors, continues to assert
that the President-elect is heartily in
favor of civil service reform, and will
maintain it to the best of bis ability.
It says: “The civil service law must
eyed. It has not been altogether
ignored even by the present adminis
tration, and it would be scandalous for
the Republican administration not to
give it a still fairer construction.” Not
withstanding, this sneer at the present
administration, if President Harrison
will do as much to advance civil service
r form as President Cleveland has
done, his record in that respect will be
a very commendable one.
The New York Tribune declares in
favor of “free trade” with Canada. If
with Canada, why not with Mexico?
Why not, indeed, with any other coun
try? The Republican party in the
late canvass opposed the free lumber
clause in the Mills tariff bill, on the
ground that it would briqg Canadian
lamber into free competition with our
own lumber, and gained votes in Mich
igan and other'states on that ground,
Bat now the leading Republican paper
would admit not only lumber, bat all
other Canadian products free of duty.
Such is Repubiican consistency—op
should we not rather say duplicity?
Elijah Halford, President-elect Har
rison’s private secretary, is almost as
artistic a whistler as Mrs. Shaw. He
has no other musical accomplishment,
but he cgn whistle the most difficult
music in a mann.ep which astonishes
his hearers. He is very apt to employ
this gift when engaged upon an im
portant piece of work. At such times
an observer would think that Mr. Hal
ford had nothing upon his mind, but
the fact is that when he whistles his
prettiest he is absorbed in the most
wejgbty mental problems. “Whistling
Lije” is his nicknanje ia Indianapolis.
John Wanamakee an.d an Indiana
man named McKeen, are urged for
places in Gen. Barpigon’s cabinet, sole
ly on the ground that they contributed
largely to the republican campaign
fund. If the .claims of these men are
admitted, there will doubtless be a ri
valry hereafter among millionaires in.
the purchase of political honors Cab
inet places will bathe reward of those
who buy the most votes. ‘ <*>
With nobility of character, that suf
fers no diminution from disappoint
ment, Mrs. Cleveland has invited Mrs.
Harrison to spend the winter with her
at the White House. This gracious
invitation was extended with a view of
enabling the charming wife oi the
President elect to familiarize herself
with the life gnd duties of the first
lady of the land.
Gold is going to Europe by million
from this country. “ old Hatch s
wheat corner had something to 4°
the movement. Under -our ’presen
economic policy we can only buy wha
we want in Europe by paying go . . ~ al] th0 go^on affections of the
agricultural produce, ah d E^-opeans ! throat and lungs quickly relieved by
latter advances in puce the Eu p ... D j h. McLean’s Tar Wine Lung
loolf elsewhere for supplies. Ue will Dr. ^ ■ 3m
do better some time. J
never before. w 0 Beo it every day.
All along the line there are groat de
velopments coming, and before this
winter ends there will be such activity
throughout the South, as will astonish
those who have not carefully studdied
the present condition of affairs. In
connection with the industrial activity
there will, we thiuk, be a heavy de
mand for real estate, especially in pro
gressive towns.
Farmer’s Congress on Trusts.
The Farmers’ Congress, in session
at Topeka, passed the following resolu
tion:
“We are opposed to all combinations
of capital in trusts or otherwise to. ar
bitrarily control the markets of this
country to the detriment of our produc
tive industries, and we demand of ihe
Congress of the United States such
legislation as will secure to the farm
ers an4 stock rais.ers pf this country
the best possible reward for their labor.
We demand legislation that will dis
continue and prevent in future the for
mation of such combinations and
trusts.”
This is virtually a declaration against
jthe incoming administration and the
Republican party, the acknowledged
[leader of which, in the late campaign,
isserted that trusts were largely private
tffairs and matters which did not con
:ern the general Government. The
Tarmers’ Congress demands national
legislation that will break up and pre
vent the formation of trusts in future.
Such legislation can only be brought
about by the return of the Democratic
party to power.
Mavob Hewitt claims that President
Cleveland received more democratic
votes in New York city than he and
Mr. Grant put together. This is the
way to figure it; “Harrison received
105,000 votes, and Eberhardt but 70,-
000, so that there were 35,000 republi
can votes for mayor that went to the
democratic. candidates, if they went
nny where. Now, Grftut's vote was 111,*
000 and mine Vl,000; total, 182,000.
Deduct the 35,000 republicans, and it
leaves 147,000 as the democratic vote
for both of ns, while Cleveland receiv
ed 162,000; so fie gojb more democratic
votes than Grant and I together, and 1
don’t see yet wherp he got them from.”
Gen. William Sewaed, the son of
; Lincoln’ 8 Secretary of State, lives in
the Seward homestes d
Y. The house was built by his moth-
father in 1816, an4 is surroundeil
by pleasant g^oupas. ^hp
which looks out over a wi<te sweep of
lawn, is filled with mementos of the
statesman, whose son still sets at the
,, desk upon which his famous father
fi 0 wrote the most an4 p?qbably $e best
of his numerous
suffer much from disor
ders of 1 the urinary organs, and are
always gratified at the wonderfpl ef-
fects^of Dr. J. i£ McLean’s Liver and
'"aim in banishing their trou-
:.U0 per hptfcie.
Choupt suffocations, night coughs
THE HAUNTED ROOM,
From The New York Ledger.
It was a large, old rambling house in
which we lived. From its upper win
dows we could catch a glimpse of the
ocean’s blue, and often distinguish the
lashing of the waves upon the the rock-
bound beach. We had not many
neighbors, and the few were scattered
at some distance each from the other,
“The Crag” was nearest us (so called
because the house seemed literally
built upon a crag), and scarcely a week
passed that the younger members of
each family did not see something of
each other. Bat our hosue possessed
what its neighbors lacked—a haunted
room.
In oilr childhood wonderful tales
connected with it, told us by the old
nurse who had been our father’s before
us, were eagerly listened to, as *wo
gathered round the nursery fire in the
twilight, and I think no power would
have tempted us to cross its threshold
after nightfall, though sometimes when
the sun was shining brightly we would
venture to the door and gaze timidly
within.
No one slept in the room. I think
even my father hnmored the supersti
tion, or perhaps becanse built in a
more' exposed position of the house,
and with so many bright, snnny and
more modern rooms at our command,
he found it unnecessary; so the old
walls were suffered to keep their ghost
ly secrets in silence, and the supersti
tions of onr childhood were almost for
gotten.
When dawned my nineteenth birth
day, Archie and Lillian Lovell, from
“The Crag,” were, of coarse, to be
amongst our guests to commemorate
the day. I wondered what brought
the sudden blush to my cheek as Arch
ie, springing from his horse, approach
ed so eagerly to place some fiowers in
my hand, with a few whispered words.
1 had never known a brother’s love,
and it had always seemed to me as
though Archie held the vacant placer
but a strange new feeling thrilled me
as to-day I met his eyes.
An unexpected guest joined us at
dinner—a gentleman whom my father
introduced as Colonel Mervin, a strang
er in our neighborhood, engaged in
prospecting the site of some old mines
he had reason to believe might prove
of value. Perhaps because so unac
customed to strangers it was that I
thought Colonel Mervin the handsom
est man I had ever seen; perhaps be
cause I was so unused to the gay world
that his manner fascinated me hs a
snake does a biro. He talked brilliant
ly, thoroughly understanding every
subject as it arose, occasionally using
the keen weapon of sarcasm, or, again,
holding us spelt-bound by his subtle
eloquence. It was as though a new
world had beeu opened before me, and
when Archie, a few hours later, held
my hand again for a moment at part
ing, I tnrned away impatiently from
his whispered words, and this time
no blush dyed my pale cheek.
The next day I learned.tbat Colonel
Mervin was to be our guest during his
stay amongst ug.
He was so thoroughly uncomforta
ble at the inn,” said my father. “But,
strange to say, Viola, some of the vil
lage gossips have been telling_him the
story of the haunted chamber, and he
has asked, as a special privilege, that
he may occupy that room. *1 of coarse
consented, though I told him I imag
ined you would have to set the whole
household at work tq clear away the
cob-webs.”
“Not quite so bad as that, papa,” I
answered. “When oqr guest arrives
for dinner he will- find his room in
readiness. Bat what a strange fancy.”
The housemaid had done her full
duty when, a few hours later, with my
bauds full of freshly gathered roses,
went to see if all was in readiness for
our guest. Why was it that my task
of placing the flowers here, there and
everywhere was so filled with a sweet,
subtle happiness—that I felt so anx
ious to dd him honor?
I did not stop to ask or answer the
question, as I stepped back to survey
my work, smiling at my pleased result,
when suddenly the smile froze on my
lips, my color blanched, as a laugh—it
seemed to me a mocking, jeertog laugh
—a laugh muffled, yet close at hand—
sounded in jr^y eaf
I turned hastily around. No eng
was in the room; the open door com
manded a full view of the empty corri
dor; the flowers had not withered, the
sun still danced brightly on the carpet,
jut a gold hand sgemed clutching at
my hearh and, as if sa4dehly pursued
by some haunting demon, I turned and"
J ed to usy pip room- I $ql*| nq one qf
what I bad heard. I'dreaded their
laughter, thuir skepticism; and, indeed,
when surrounded by bright faces and
merry voices, I could almost fancy it
the fruit of my own imagination.
They were magic fiays that followed.
The dinner hour was invested with a
new charm, but I founcf my uppetitq
deserting me. My brain—perhaps my
heart as well—was so richly fed, I conld
afford to ignore the body. Only one
yoice was silent wiien Colonel Mervin-s
praises were sounded. I did not like
Archie Lovel the more that this was so;
that he alone had nothing to say of the
fascination which had taken ns all cap
tive; that gradually his visits grew
fewer, or that when lie came, he was si
lent and moody. I became impatient
of the sad, earnest gaze ho would fix j
upon my face, and at last my manner j
grew petulant and cold toward him. j
From time fd time wo questioned the i
colonel in regard to the haunted ebam- j
her, but ho declared the ghosts were j
exorcised; tlmt nothing dietnrhed his j
rest; but that, in fuel, Jin fancied the!
had
dfant caused
. Yet I of-
'ifc breakfast;
1 his cheeks
Missed many
mere idea of a alia'
him to sleep more ;
ten noticed, when ■.
his eyes looked hoi
pale, as though bf
sleepless hours.
“A strange story this,” said my fath
er, one afternoon at the dioeer-tahle.
“They say in the village a gang of
coiners have been traced to this spot
where the trail abrnptly end- Some
of the spurious money has bee;; circu
lated here, and the defectives really
have been secretly at work several
days.”
Onr guest looked np, startled and in
dignant.
“I sincerely hope,” he exclaimed
“they may be tracked. What a das
tardly business it is.”
“I do not see how it js possible,”
Replied my father, “since there is no
place of concealment here, and there
have been no strangers in the neigh
borhood—”
“Except myself,” added the colonel.
A remark we all greeted with a hear
ty laugh.
The next day onr guest left us, un
expectedly summoned away a short
distance, but promising to return in
two days at furtherest.
How dull and empty the house seem
ed without him! The dinner hour
dragged heavily its slow length along,
the evening was flavorless, and I glad
ly welcomed the earliest possible mo
ment to bid good-night.
Yet when the house was wrapped in
sleep, I found Morpheus had deserted
me. I wooed him all in vain. Then I
remembered a book Colonel Mervin
had promised to give me. I determin
ed to go to his room and find ik
Throwing on a wrapper and taking a
candle in my baud, I ran quickly down
the stairs. His door was closed, bat
to my utter amazement, I saw a gleam of
light- beneath the threshold. Had our
gaest unexpectedly returned? It was
impossible. I myself had seen the
house closed and barred. Who then
could have taken possession? Strange
to say I never thought of the ghostly
character of the room. It was now so
associated with its late occupant,
went quickly forward, determined to
find out who had supplanted him. In
my haste I struck against a chair, and
for a moment stood still, lest th&. noise
should have aroused some of the farni
ly, Then I threw the door wide open,
only to start buck aghast. Save the
feeble light of my own candle, the room
was in profound darkness, wrapped in
silence deep as the grave. I retraced
my steps to the point where I saw the
light. It had vanished utterly. Had
some one, then, suddenly extinguished
it? I felt sure that I had seen it.
With singular courage I examined thor
oughly. The room was indeed empty,
and a cold chill slowly crept over me
as the old stories, forgotten since my
childhood, once more rose to my mind.
With trembling fingers I groped among
the books on the table, gladly seizing
the one for which ! had come in search,
when a breath of icy air over iqe,
a laugh, load, jeering, mocking, rang
in my ears, my candle flickered and
went ont, when dropping the boob and
candle uppu the fioor, with s* loud
scream I tnrned and fled.
As I supposed, my story met with in
credulous disbelief. I could only beg
that it might not be repeated to our
guest on his return, but something iu
his eye as if met mine made me fancy
he had heard it. Who could have be
trayed me? The excitement in regard
to the coiners grew? Their operations
had been bold and-unscrupulous, yet it
qeemed impossible tq. trace them!
Qne afternoon, walking in the shrub
bery, I came abruptly upon two men.
“Beg your pardon. Miss,’-’ §ai4 one,
“but will you tell me who owns this
piace?”
“My father, sir,” I answered, “Mr.
Tregyl.”
“We are very anxious, with his per
mission, to examine the house.. Wq
qre tfie dqteqtiyes from London,”
A great wave of indignation swept
over me. That onr,house, ancient and
honored should bo defiled by the feet
of police agents! Had their horrid
suspicions telleq qn niy father, the very
soul of justice and honor?
“Jt is impossible, gentlemen,” I an
swered, scornfully,
“It is Y,ery ueejessary,” the spokes
man replied. “Perhaps your father
will take a different view of it. May
we see him?”
“He is absent this afternoon with
our gqest, Gplonql Mervin*”
The men interchanged glances. So
hotly indignant I grew that T instant
ly phangeq my mind. . The house
should be thrown open to them; every
nook and crany inspected, that they
might see hqw foul had been their sus
picions. .
“if you will come with me,” I said,
proudly, “I will see fh^ Jbu can make
this necessary search,” emphasizing
the last two words with ironical scorn.
Entering the house, I. myself acted as
guide, preceding them through rooms
and corridors, though in most of them
they barely glanced, until wo stood up
on the threshold of the haunted cham
ber. Here they paused, as though
taking bearings.
“This is about the location,” said
one.
“May I inquire. Miss Tregyl, who oc
cupies this room?”
WAYSIDE CLIPPINGS.
Poverty is like a love affair—a good
joke after it is over.
They stand for office in England and
run for it iu America. Queer, isn’t it?
Some men go through this world as
though they wore their faces behind
fc:; VA
man has no design bat to
in truth, he is not apt to
“Colonel Mervin,” I answered. “It |
is not often used as a guest-chamber,
but he particularly desired it.” . , . .
Again the men exchanged glances,!, f‘ r rDa - EOl ^ ei:auc Hinhersweet-
and hero their search is thorough and! Car ° an ° ?’ mt his moustache is
. , ^ • . .* | pretty sure to tickle her.
complete. On every portion of the
wall they rap, to sound it.
Scornfully Emiling, I watch them:
but the smile dies. Even my ear de
tects an empty, hollow sound on one
portion which they had reached.
“Hounded at last!” they exclaimed,
arid go on with redoubled energy, un
til leaving no portion of the panel nn -
touched, some secret spring is pressed,
the-panel flies back, and a long, nar
row passage is disclosed.
“Yonr gaest, Miss Tregyl,” said one,
“is the celebrated counterfeiter on
whose track we have been many
months. Thank yon very much for
your assistance in discovering him.”
As the man spake the distant sonnd
of horses’ hoofs struck my ear, which
he was too absorbed in his discovery to
notice.
Unobserved I flew down the corri
dor, the stairs, ont on the lawn, where*
coming np the graveled drive, rode the
two horsemen.
Pausing not nntil I reached them, I
laid my trembling hand on Colonel
Mervin’s bridle.
“Fly,” I said. “Ihey have discover
ed all?”
Scarce had the words left my lips
ere he tarried his horse, and in a mo
ment was lost to sight, while I sank
fainting at my father’s feet.
So the mystery was unraveled, and
the secrets of the haunted room re
vealed. My warning to our gaest had
been given too late, and he and his con
federates are now expiating their
crime. The secret passage led to a
cave in the rocks, where they conld pur
sue their nefarious work at leisure.
The laughter I had heard had been
human laughter; the light I had seen
caused by his lantern, as he had re
turned that night to his room for some
thing forgotten; while the noise I made
with the chair prevented his discovery.
He had learned the passage opened in
to this room—a fact unknown to onr-
selves; and so ingratiating himself
with my father, had thus recompensed
his hospitality. Tfie lesson was very
bitter, but it worked a perfect cure.
The young master of “The Crag” had
distrusted him from the first.
“But I thought perhaps it was only
jealousy at work, Viola,” he explained,
“since I saw he had fascinated you;
and—and I conld not bear that. Giys
me the right, darling, wijl you not, to
speak boldly qui another time, to guard
the little, impulsive girl so dear to my
heart?”
And J—ah, then I learned where my
real heart had been all the time.
The National Flower.
From the Indianapolis Jonrnal.
A national flower mast be born, not
made. It must spring frqm -circum
stances and events, ft can not be made
fey prq^ble and resolution. The
Scotch thistle, the Irish shamrock, the
French fienr de lis and other national
flowers had their origin in historical
events or national characteristics.
There is no particular necessity of onr
having a national flower, but if we ever
do have one it will come spontaneously
and unexpected'in the y?ay indicated.
If Geq. Ties, at Appomattox, had pre
sented Gen. Grant with a four-leaved
clover in token of his surrender, and
as a sign of good luck, it might h&W
made the clover leaf qqr national flow
er. Jf Lincoln, on his death
bed, had shown his last sign of con
sciousness by smiling on a bunch of
violets, that might h'a^a made the violet
onr national flower. If Gen. Sheridan,
as he thundered down the valley on his
black charger to turn defeat into vic
tory, had worn a red, red pink in his
buttonhole, the red pink might have
become onr national flower. If we
ever, have a national flower it will bloom
upon us unexpectedly.
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Mrs. Henry Johnson, the niece of
James Bnchanan, who ruled the White
House as Harriett Lane daring her
uncle’s administration, is now living
: n Washington* which she finds very
muph changed in the past thirty years.
Mrs. Johnson last Imr husband and
two sons within the past eight years,
and she is now, in her middle age, Iqft
without any family, ghs pears her
losses hercipaliy, bqfc they have whiten
ed hpr hair and taken some of the
brightness out of her eyaa.
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The appellation of gentleman is nev
er to be affixed to a man’s circumstan
ces, but to his behavior in them.
“Yes,” said the farmer, as he looked
ruefully over a cornfield that had been
pillaged by cows, “it’s another illustra
tion of caws and effect.*’
“Jenny,'’said a little girl’s mother,
“why don’t yon be good?” “Yes,
mamma, bnfc it is hard to be good, and
I can be bad without trying.”
The question as to whether marriage
is a failure may be thus summarily an-
swereci: Marriage itself is no failure,
but a great many people are fools.
Edmnnd Burke once told Garrick
that all bitter things were hot. “In
deed!” said Garrick. “What do you
think, Mr. Burke, of bitter cold wea
ther?”
He: “I fear I am wearying you with
my prosy conversation. Yon look a
little tired.” She: “O, no, indeed; I
was only thinking how very tired you
mast be.”
A Mississippi woman fell into a mill
pond, and when she was rescued a ten-
ponnd catfish was entangled in her
wire bnstle. Her husband wanted to
set her again but she would not consent.
Tramp: “Where did ye come from?”
Laborer: “Smith’s Comers. I left be
cause there was no work there?”
Tramp: “Eh! How far is it? That’s
just the sort of a place I’ve been look
ing for.”
The wine crop is becoming the chief
industry of Algeria. The production
of wine has already reached immense
proportions. In three departments
last year the amount was about 50 000,-
000 gallons.
King Kalakua is coming to this coun
try. He has grown tired of the hnm-
drnm of Honolulu and wants to take a
look at the New York tiger. As a prom
inent Sandwich man he ought to be
given a good time here.
Ihe Elec trie Light Company shows
itself to be a soulless and fiendish mo
nopoly when it plaees one of its light*
in front of the parlor windows of a man
who has six red-haired and freckled
marriageable daughters,
“It’s a beantifql day for a walk,” she
said, looking out of a window. “Indeed
it is.” he said, doing likewise. “Would
you like to take a walk?” she continu-
e*d. “Above all things.” “Then, why
don’t you?”—Harper’s Bazar.
The winter in Washington promises
to be a brilliant one. Five cabinet
houses will be open during the season,
with the probability o£ a rosebud par
ty at the house of the Attorney-General
to introduce his pretty daughter.
Steve: “Yes, poor Blivins does lock
melancholy, as yon say. He still suf
fers from the consequences of an early
love affair.” Maud (instantly interest
ed); “O tell me. Did the young lady
die or prove false?” Steve: “Neither.
She married him.”
Robert Tumor, of Ghent, Ky., died
a few days ago. In 1850 ho bought
two slaves at auction and made $1800
by the transaction, and now his will
directs that the amount be divided
jrom his estate among the four African
churches in Ghent,
She (tenderly)—“Do you believe, Mr.
W affles, that in the spring a young
man’s faney lightly turns to thoughts
of love?” He—‘‘W ell, no, Miss Maud,
my thoughts don’t. They lightly tom
to thoughts of the fish business. The
spriDg is our busy time.”
The Queen of Portugal is having a
very jolly time in Spam. She and the
Queen of Spain have become great
frienos, and Madrid society is enjoying
the festivities which are only possible
when two crowned women meet “to
chase the glowmg hours with flying
feet.”
Georgia eomes down to breakfast
with a swolen visage, whereupon mam-,
ma says to the fonr-year-old: “Georgie,
don’t yon feel well? Tell mamma what
the matter is.” Georgie, full of influx
enza, replies: “No, I don’t feel welf.
Bofe my eyes is leakin’, and one of my
noses don’t go,”
Little five year-old, as he looked at
the sun, said: “How does the sun set
anyhow, Grandma?” “When you are
older, yon will understand,” was the
-reply. “O, I know,” said the irrepres
sible, after a moment’s pause. “God
pnRa the string and the snn goes down.”
—Golden Days,
Tnbley- “Well, my little man, what
voula you do with a 10-cent piece if I
should give it to you?” Freddie: “I
would put .it in the little brass ship
that papa gave me for a bank.” Tub'
icy.- “That’s right. You are papa’s
own boy. He puts his money into a
schooner almost every night.”—Bnr*