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, ( j nZJ N i t>*T.TOS. GA.. THURSDAY, OCTOBER 81, 1889.
TEE LADY OR TUB TIGER.
The dock struck nine, and Pontifex was
studying what to do.
Five dollars was his worthy wealth—his mar
riage set for two.
“Which shall it be7” he pondered, as with the
cash he played;
“The girl against my luck at cards—the
tiger or the maid ?
“ Five dollars pays the parson, but when the
knot is tied
My rope is run, there’s nothing left to give
the new-made bride.
« But with a glorious winning, called from
the tiger’s lair,
No presents were too handsome to give my
lady fair.
“Yet, if I lose—aye, there’s the rub—’tis a far
easier thing—
The bride-elect may wait in vain the lover
and the ring.’’
He tried his luck, the tiger won, and yet I
think the maid
Was happier far than if the youth in better
luck had played.
[Chicago News.
and broke a little in spiteoftersell.
“It was so long ago, a little prou y,
as if she would not let him supposetliat
it signified. “I see now that the fete of
providence was kinder to us than I
believed. I don't think I was mtended
for a domestic life,” as her eyes feU upon
the three harnm scarum chilfhen m
frocks and mischief—the
their tom
children who might h.ve^her fives end be
own
but for their mother’s double deal-
^Austin Miller smi’ed a little sadly as
his glance followed hers. .
“They are torments to the neighbors,
I fear,” he said, “but they are,al-the
comfort I have,” hold ng a hand to
th6m. “Come, children, make your
bow to Miss Hildreth, and;tell her yon
e are not a bit sorry,” said
little Amy. “The peacock m.soJ|jgtto-
ful we are glad we corned,
do it again.
real
We mean to
“Truth is no longer_at the bottom of
hours YieSf “where was he drift-
Pointed priest,.theexempt
SSIi#S n gS 1
Mr..Miller
£jff»me fctfngtal those uerug
infants f h “arts
peacock feathers and tbeiriic the
MISS HILDRETH.
**1 must have a peacock, John, said
TMTgg Hildreth, as she met her man ser
vant on the lawn. ‘ ‘He would look so
finely on the balustrade, with his
feathers spread or trailing them over
the green sward. I really must have
one, John.” . - „
“They be an awful nuisance, marm,
demurred John. “They’d never stick
to the balustrade. They’d be^ as bard
to manage as children, an’ that s a iac .
“They keep up an awful squalling,
Miss,” put iu Jane, the maid, when the
matter reached her ears. “They 11 be
worse than Miss Noyes’s guinea liens
and Miss Dunn’s parrot, or them
children of Parson Miller’s—I never
did see such neglected plagues as they
be,” she added irre evantly. ’1
wonder their mother don’t rise m her
grave. But the poor man—what does
he know of the care of babies, with his
sermons and his prayer meetings, and
his parochial visits and his poor ? -tLe s
off to tills wedding or that funeral, or
he’s reading, the Word to the sick or
blind. It’s a shame there’s no women
folks but hired help, to look after em.
I see him myself one day a-tidying of
them up, and pinning on their clean
collars wrong side out and upside down.
I s’pose he was thinking of free will and
election, like as not. ”
“I wish him ioy of them,” said Miss
Prudence. ‘ * I prefer the j>eacock.
The first night after the peacock’s
arrival, however, Miss Prudence never
closed her eyes, or the bird her month,
so to speak; but when he pranced across
the lawn iu the morning l'ght, Miss
Prue thought she would rather lose her
sleep than the sight of so much beauty.
“Miss Dun says she will have to lay
in a stock of chloral and bromide, if
you’re going to keep the peacock,”
Jane reported; and Mrs. Noyes her
self dropped in to suggest that he
con.id. be killed and stuffed.
“He’ll be quite as decorative,” said
she “without disturbing the neigh
bors.”
Every two or three days a small ur
chin would appear with the bird in
tow, and remark demurely: “Your pea
cock strayed over to Dickens’s, and i’ve
fetched him along home,” for which
civility sundry pieces of small change
would be disbursed.
“ And who are you?” she asked when
the same youngster had performed the
same benevolent service some half-
dozen times-
“I? Oh, I’m Parson Miller’s boy.”
“ His son?”
“Why, yes’um—I reckon so.”
“ I shall have to shut him up,” said
Miss Prue. “His traveling expenses
will ruin me.”
By this time the poor bird had lost
much of its fine tail feathers in the pro
cess, of being run down by the Miller
brothers and their contemporaries, and
presented a ragged appearance which
went to its owner’s heart. So he was
snut up in a temporary pen till he
should learn better ways; but Miss Pru
dence, going to look after him one
afternoon, found the two Millers inside
the pen chasing him about to display
his plumage, while their little sister
stood outside and clapped her hands
and with a crowd of other children stood
peeping between the slats. _
“ What are you doing, children? she
cried.
“ Oh, we’ve been reading about pea
cocks. and they need exercise,’ vouch
safed the eldest Miller.
“It seems to me that you need a
stick,” said Miss Prue. . „
“Father don’t approve of whipping,
chirrupped the youngest; “do you
father ,
And Miss Prue lifted her eyes and
met those of Rev. Austin Miller, which
wore a startled, perplexed expression,
while the color palpitated across his
* a< “My children have annoyed you,” lie
said, with the hesitating tone which
begsed to be gainsaid.
“They hive only anoyed the pea
cock ” answered Miss Prue, dropping
her gaze, and flushing rosy red in her
<«j came in search of these rogues,” he
went on. “Bridget was sure they were
in some mischief—I did not expect to
^“No^of course not,” said Miss Prue,
in a voice studiously matter-of-fact.
“I have read, somewhere,” the Bev.
Mr. Miller pursued, “that the only real
happiness which ever arrives to ns
springs up quite unexpectedly in our
path—it is not the result of search. I
dropped the thread of my sermon,
against my will, at a critical point to
pick up these little folks. I have my
reward.
“You are very easily satisfied,”
returned Miss Prue, in the same remote
voice. She was hardening her heart
against the persuasive tones which had
once been like the music of the spheres
to her.
“No, I am not easily satisfied. I have
never been satisfied with myself—with
some hasty actions of my own, I should
say. Miss. Prudence, you have never
forgiven me ?” he spoke lialf-ques-
tioningly, as he would fain be contra
dicted.
“I never thought of it as anything to
Jorgive,” she said, and her voice melted
a well,” said Miss Prue, with a real was much like pun-
smile dimpling her face as she said f with heroism; if be stayed
g n d D^eon Brickett eonid ha™ Been
fahme the| h™ dSThim ottt and brought
thP manuscript of Mr. Miller’s sermon
as he reflected, in his study
he would have supposed that the word ^
“Come again, dear dream, scraw.
the margS referred beyond a doubt^o
the dream of Jacob when he saw the
angeta oi God ascendmg and descend-
• „ * * * * ,
away —— . ,
him home in triumph.
Those children might as well live
“And their father, too,” added John.
It is true the Miller children were a
great deal at The Elms, and gave then-
father frequent excuse to follow them;
and it is true there were few congenial
ing * * * * nn <rh souls in the parish and village, and
“Them there Miller b °y s -®^ ke g » j an d what so natural as that he should
to drive you to glory nn no » ( »| J g<je more or less c f his pleasant neigh-
declared Jane a few gEeeKs i . borj with whom he could journey back
wouldn’t be then- mother no, j Tnciocui novorfolireri
„ , to the past? Indeed, they never talked
you’d give em . to .“fv._j ve »» sa id Miss of to-day or to-morrow; it was always
thl done now ?’’
and broke
Prue. “What have they
“Done? They’ve gone
the pea-hen’s eggs, to see the bttlepea-
rn'-ks sure’s yon re alive. They ex
pected to find ’em full-fledged, long
tail and all. Amy’s gone home crying.
“And where are the boys {
“Mr. Miller, he’s going to send em
to bed without their supper, and serve
’em right. Their mother’s shirked all
the bother of ’em, sure enough !”
“Without their supper—poor things!
cried Miss Prue. “Why, it’s only 3
o'clock of a summer’s day. I remember
when I used to be sent to bed by day
light when I was little and naughty, and
it always seemed to me a horrible injus
tice. Jane, run over to the parsonage,
skies they extolled, whose pleasures
they coveted. He was nothing like a
lover, to be sure, except in prefemng
her society, and yet it was a happiness
to Prue to see him there, to know that
he would come to morrow.. It was to
ward night on one summer day that
Miss Prue, looking out of the lawn,
where the shadows of the leaves were
dancing, saw Mr. Miller—no unusual
sight—coming toward her detor. He
had been out of town a whole week on
business. Bridget had confided to Jane
that he hail “gone away su filin’ after
a t' legraph in a yaller wrapper come for
him;” but he had been at home several
days without darkening, or, to express
and’tell Mr! Miller he will do me a favor her feelings better, illuminating Miss
. .. • • L)in^ rl XT ^ 1111VT C'll A limn / • OVOll
if he will
“Baste ’em soundly,” put in Jane.
“Jane! how inhuman! He will do
me a favor if he will let them off this
time.”
4? *
Prue’s door. Naturally, she wondered
what his errand had been; if he had had
a call to leave the parish, and at that
thought her heart stood still.
<< Ynn liaro ViAOTt (IWHV.
she said,
You have been away,
after the first greetings.
“ Yes. I hope you did not suffer
from an invasion of young Millers during
my absence.”
“We met but we missed you,” she
admitted. “ I hope your vocation was
a rest and a recreation to you/ 1
“ My journey was not a pleasure trip,
Prue,” he said. “ My wife died sud
denly at the asylum on the 5th of the
month—”
“Your wife!” gasped Miss Pruce.
“Your wife—died—on the 5th of the
month ? I thought—Austin—Mr. Mil
ler—I thought she had been dead years
and years!”
“I thought you kpew,” he\ returned.
“I thought everybody had heard it; it
was too sad a story to rehearse often or
needlessly. It was in all the dailies at
the time. You must have been abroad
then. Amy was in her oradle when
Letty left me-eloped with her music
teacher. Two years ago she went to the
asylum, mad as Hamlet. Prue, Prue,”
he cried, “do you think I have hidden
any thing from you? Is not the loss of
fifteen years’ happiness enough. Shall
i her ghost divide us still?”
“Now, Miss Prue, if you’d write it] “And I have been loving another
yourself sure’s you live—excuse me, j woman’s husband all this time,” she
1 4. T fortafnnovwf.VicI
miss—but I ain’t got the face to carry the t said, moving away from him Heaven
there message ” An lit so happened that only knows how far her Puritan con-
tlie Kev. Austin Miller found himself | science would have carried her, but just
dreaming over a perfumed note, in his j then Jane burst into the room, crying:
s udy, while his sermon lay forgotten i “It’s little Tom Miller—the peacock
before him—dreaming of the first note fell into the river, and Tom jumped in
he had ever received from Miss Prue, to save him—and the bird’s safe-but
fifteen years or so ago, the words of
which started out from some hidden
comer of his brain, where they had
been sleeping unknown to him, dream
ing of the dewy evenings in the rose
Tom—the cramp took him—John’s
brought him up to the b *nk—”
And then Jane fainted away. It was
hours before consciousness returned to
Master Tom, and weeks before the roof
jests and yarns by funny
KEN OF THE PRESS.
fie Fre-
Uo Agents — Luck How
ferred Her—Albert Edwards’ Be-
mark—Knew Too Much.
WHAT HE WAS.
COLD PACTS.
Tlie girl for -whom yon risk your life
By plunging in the water,
Is sure to be another’s wife,
And not a rich man’s daughter.
SHY.
Yowler—I don’t know whether I am
an attractive man or not, bat to-day I
had at least fifty ladies wave their hand
kerchiefs at me on the street.
Howler—Oh, you must be a flirt!
Yowler—No, I’m a horse-car con
ductor, and these ladies wanted to get
on my car.—[Lawrence American.
WANTED THEM SEPARATE.
“See here, my good lady,*’ said Bach
elor Tompkins, coming down stairs,
a.ter his first night at his new b arding-
house, and feeling as if he had been
sleeping on the sidewalk, “haven’t you
a dining room ?”
“Certainly, sir, this way, if ytra
please.”
“But when I asked vou to furnish jab
PHE A SURES OP THE IMAGINATION.
HOW H6 PREFERRED HER.
BUYING PINS BECAME EXPENSIVE.
with bed and board I didn’t suppose Ud morning,
have ’em both in my own apartment.'*—
[Detroit Journal.
A HARD MATTER.
“There’s one thing that’s hard to ifen-
derstand.”
“What is that?”
“Why, it is that in this era of trusts
it is so extremely hard to get trusted.—
Merchant Traveler.
A MARTYR TO DUTY.
Mother (suspiciously)—If you haven’t
Mr. Dashley-
Wednesday.
Mrs. Dashley
Mr. Dashlev-
-Yes, but—
-Well, I guess hereafter
I’ll buy your pins myself.—America.
HE UNDERSTOOD THOROUGHLY.
been in swimming, how did your hair • of vice versa,
Omaha Teicher—I would like some
one of the class to define the meaning
get so wet ?
Little Dick — That’s perspiration -
rnnnin’ away from bad boys wot wanted
me to disobey you an’ go in swimmin.’
—[New York Weekly.
NOT THE ONE SHE WANTED.
Dealer—What kind of a novel would
you like? Here’s one that has been
wed received by the critics, and they
all say that it is a book that e.ery one
ought to read.
Young lady—That is just the book I
don’t want. Have you any that the
public is advised not to read ?—[Omaha
World.
luck.
bom
First Tramp—Some folks
lucky. Bem’ber Bill Soaks ?
Second Tramp -Yep.
First Tramp—He got into Sweipier’s
brewery the other night an’ was
drownded in a beer vat.—[N York
Weekly.
NERVOUS AND TENDER-HEARTH
“Conductor, what was that?” asked
a ne-.vous old lady as the wheels of the
coach made a little more jar than usual.
“We went over a few frogs just then,”
he replied.
“Most likely squashed the poor things,
too,” she said with a tremor in her
voice.—[Harper’s Bazar.
NO AGENTS.
Mr. Wayside T. Baveller—Can you
give me something to eat, madam ?
Aunt Martha Oatcake—Go ’long with
you! It isn’t five minutes since another
tramp was here.
Mr. Wayside T. Baveller—You do
not suppose, madam, that I am one of
his agents, come to impose upon you a
second time ! No, indeed ; I make this
request in my individual capacity.
VERACIOUS BOOMERS.
Slumper—Just got back from Kan
sas, have you ? Well, how does tlie
land lie out there ?
SI i inner—Not half so bad as the
boomers do. Lend me a dime, will
yon ?—[Lawrence American.
Bright Boy—It’s sleeping with your
feet toward the head of the bed—Omaha
World.
TTAT> TO CHANGE THE SUBJECT.
He (trying to start the conversation.)
—I hear that another comet has just
been discovered.
She (a Boston girl.)—Oh, yes ; and
you can easily find it with a small tele
scope, such as everyone has nowadays,
Iii is now about 5 hours 51 minutes
right ascension, and about 15 degrees
north declension, with a retrograde mo
tion of nearly one minute per day in
right ascension. Are you interested in
astronomy ?
He (floundering around mentally.)
Um—er—yes ; but I prefer base ball.
What de you think of the Boston team
this year ?
BEGAN TO DOUBT HIM.
“You doubt me!” he exclaimed.
“Have I not told you over and over
again that I loved you and you only ;
and did I ever yet tell you an untruth,
Katherine ?”
“[ would that I could have absolute
faith in you,” she replied, stifling a sob
•‘but—but I heard you tell Uncle tha!
you once caught a brook trout that
we ghed three pounds and six ounces.”
and the tears flowed down her fair
young face, while he tapped the ground
with his feet, and solemnly gazed o’er
the wide blue sea.
A REVISED SENTENCE.
Magistrate—Bogers, you were very
drunk last night. Ninety dayg.
Bogers—Yer Honor, I was only half
drunk.
Magistrate—My, my, is that so!—
well, forty-five days, then.—[Bochester
Posfr-JExpross.
CONSCIENTIOUS.
KNEW TOO MUCH.
Bobby—My papa’s richer’n youm.
Tommy—Don’t care, mine knows
more; mamma told him yesterday he
knew too much.
Mr. Arthur Wadley—Wouldn’t you
like l o join in a little game of pokah at
our cab : n to-night?
Blud Meserve—What’s th’ ante ?
Mr. Wad ey—Five cents.
Blud Meser e—Say, young fellow, I
never insulted a deck of cyards yet, an’
1 ain’t goin’ ter begin now!—[Puck.
DOING HIS PRETTIEST.
garden of tlie old parsonage, where he of The Elms could be exchanged for
studied divinity and she taught Ihe
children their A B C’s; of Sundays,
when they sang together in the choir;
of their stroll home through the green,
sweet-scented lanes. He wonde ed if,
indeed, he was the hero of those dreams,
if he had ever been so happy. The first
parting, the first estrangement, mn»
his heart anew, as if they had happened
only yesterday. What a foolish thing
their little quarrel looked like to day,
seen by the light of yeurs and knowl
edge ! Yet he had been the first to
make an overture toward reconciliation,
thank God! If she accepted his over
ture she was to write and say so, but no
w ord had come to him in reply. What
hours of dark suspense lifted their
shadows before him; how the whole
world had seemed bleak and unprofita
ble without her. And in a season of
weakness, when his wounded heart
could bear no more, he had accepted
the sympathy and comfort nearest at
hand, and had finallv married Letty
Carew because she loved him, only to
wake up one day to find that he owed
all his unhappiness to her. Miss Hil
dreth had indeed answered, had given
Letty the letter to mail—they had been
intimate friends in those days, in
trusted writh each other’s heart beat—
and Letty had detained the missive that
would have healed the breach. How did
he know this ? Years after it tumbled
out of a drawer of old letters, and con
fronted him with its familiar address.
Miss Carew thought she had secured
her elf for all time by burning Prue’s
NOT THAT VARIETY OP BULB.
that of the parsonage, owing to a fever
which succeeded. Mr. Milier and Miss
Prue passed many a wateliful night at j 5n the si(lewalk>
his bedside and many a day of sicken- • „ You don > t s J eem to sses3 the self _
ing dread; but it was a year and better. • -
“Oh, I am the flower that blooms in
the spring,” sang an intoxicated indi-
before a wedding which had been be
lated fifteen years took place at The
Elms.—[New York Graphio.
The Greek Church.
raising qua’ities,” said the cop who
gathered him in.—[Charleston (S. C.)
World.
TUEYARE HOHLOW.
letter, but she tossed the wrong envel-
one into the gra:e. Austin Milier had
ope into the gra
lived his sorrow over again after this dis
covery; he had walked with it and
wrestled with it without getting nearer
happiness, and had long ago made
up his mind to do without it.
But he had thought it due to Prudence
Hildreth to send her word that by an
accident her letter had come to hand
five years too late ; he said nothing of
Letty’s share in the matter, but Pru
dence understood all. These memories
had been revived by Prue’s hasty note
asking him to forgive the children for
breaking up the pea-hen’s nest. Her
children, too! He was at the point of
carry ng the note to his lips when his
eyes fell upon his sermon, “The Mis
takes of a Christian,” and lest this
should be one of them he threw it into
the waste basket. He looked at the
In a letter to the New York World
from Jerusalem, Frank Carpenter, in re
ferring to the Greek Church, says: It
has a scoie of monasteries and convents
in the Holy City, and it can accomodate
pilgrims by the thousand. Its believers !
come hero from the borders of Siberia, ‘
from the isles of Greece and from the
wilds of Arabia to worship, and as I
write there are thousands of Bussiau
pilgrims paying their devotions in tne
gorgeous Greek chapel of the Church of ■
the Holy Sepulchre. The Greek Church
has a faith which might be called a cross
between Boman Catholicism and Protes
tantism. It differs from Catholicism
chiefly in denying the spiritual supre
macy of tlie Pope, in its not insisting on
the ceiibacy of the clergy, and in its
authorizing all of its people to read the
Scriptures. It claims to be the original
Christian church, and says the Boman
Catholics broke away from it. The
troubles between the two branches of the
Church began 300 or 400 years after
Christ. It was a question as to what
should be therank of thePatriarch of Con
stantinople, and as the Pope would not
give in the troubles began. It continued
off and on until about 1000 A. D., when
the two churches broke apart and the
Greek Church from that time has existed
on its own footing. The Church has five
heads to govern different parts of its ter-
ntories. One of these is the Czar of
Eussia, and he appoints all officials in
the Church in Bussia. The other heads
are the Patriarchs of Jerusalem, Alexan
dria, Antioch and Constantinople.
These patriarchs are elected bv the
clergy and the laity. They have limited
Tin f.Vl *«-« w/vvnl.
There is probably just as much real
sincerity iu the kisses which the crowned
heads are exchanging over in the old
country as there is in the kisses which
the women exchange who haven’t seen
each other since yesterday.—[Burling
ton Free Press.
albert Edward’s RreiwA-R-B-,
Gazzam—Do you know the favorite
xemark of the Prince of Wales ?
McCorkle—No; what is it ?
Gazzam—It’s a long time between
coronations. —[Life.
‘no !”
“You look positively happy, Dolly.”
“Negatively happy, my dear. I have
just rejected Tom Bariy.”
ANTICIPATED TTTM.
terms of office, but the patriarch’s power
over the people is, here in Jerusa’em,
to a large extent that of a Judge as well
as of a Pope. He settles the disputes of
his people and he has much the same
power as had the patriarchs in the days
of the past. ” J
Fond Father—Sir, my daughter is
the apple of my eye. She shall con
tinue under her father’s wing.
Yon Ga l—Thanks. I was just going
to speak about that. Can you give us
the northwest wing.—[Epoch.
Mr. Budworthy—Bather clever fel
low, that young Dndelong, don’t you
think ?
Miss Tewsfcules—I really couldn’t tell.
He scarcely uttered a word the whole
time he was here.
Mr. Budworthy—Sly dog ! He knows
when he is at his best.—[Puck.
Smallest Baby in the Land.
IN DANGER.
Boy—Mamma, am I made out of
onions, sage, sorrel and bread-crumbs?
Mother—Mercy, no! What do you
mean ?
Boy—Johnnie Jones said he was
going to knock the stuffing out of me.
AN INTERESTED DECISION.
Bev. Primrose—You have a very kind
father, little boy. I heard him say it
was a. shame to punish children.
Little Johnnie — He only says that
when ma does the licking.—[Drake’s
Magazine.
A PRETTY DECEIT.
When maidens greet
Upon the street,
Exchanging love and kisses, too,
You must admit,
At sight of it,
Now, “Here’s a pretty how-de-do.”
—[Philadelphia Press,
South Boston, Mass., has produced
some wonderful midgets within the past
year. Only a few months ago there
died at Washington Village probably
the smallest infant that was ever bom
alive in that section. It weighed less
than a pound, and was the child of Mrs.
Charles Shepard, whose husband was an
employe of the city. The child was so
small that its hand could be passed
through a small finger ring. Mother
and child are both dead. Another
midget, which weighed about four
pounds, was the progeny of a Mr. and
Mrs. Murphy, in the lower portion of
the Peninsula district. But the marvel
of the trio is Annie Louise Harrington,
whose weight is thirty-one and one-
fourth ounces, and a healthy, fully
formed, cheery infant at that, with a
boisterous set of lungs. This baby’s
father is the cousin of Charles Shepard,
who was the • ather of the Washing ton
Village midget, now deceased. Annie
Louise was bo-n three weeks ago. It is
one of twins, the other wa* bom dead.
The li tie one has been sick only two
days since its birth. It has a luxurious
growth of black hair and blue eyes. It
nurses regularly, but has not increased
a fraction of an ounce in weight, the
mother says, since^ts birth. The baby
is about ten inches in length, with the
tiniest of limbs, pink with hea'th.
The mother says that she is always
fearful when she bathes it. “That is
the most trying moment to me,’’ she
continued, * * I am so afraid that it might
break it.” The parents, Margaret
Harrington and John A. Harring
ton, have been married for eleven years,
and have had e even children. The
sma’lest, except Annie Louise, weighed
nine pounds. They have living at
present Fred, eight years old ; Charlie,
one year and eight months, and Annie
Louise. Mrs. Harrington is a large,
powerful woman, whi e her husband is
of s ender bui d, though of excellent
physi pie nd exceedingly strong. He
works as a helper on an ice team.—[New
York Sun.
Alonzo—You know how passionately
fond of smoking I used to be—but now
my wife can not tolerate smoking in the
house.
Budolpho—wife wouldn’t have it
either at first; but I had her picture
painted on my pipe from a photograph,
and ever since she fills, my pipe regular
ly herself.—JWasp.
LEWIS
J* Q. A. LEWIS,
DALTOX, g/
Everything new and <w ,
iteps of the car shed. l
Jawkins—It’s time to begin to think
of Fall clothing.
Jack Borrowit—Yes; and that’s about
as far as I’ll ever get in the matter.
steps of the car shed.
A home for commercial !
Sommer and winter boarden.^N
I ac(]
ST. JAMES „ UT]
cartersville, Barto ; ]
ho riahocf .
B 0TEty
Mrs. Staggers —We are to have dear
mother for dinner, James.
Staggers—All right, See that she is
thoroughly cooked.—[Life.
The richest county in agrfcnitn! i
resources in the state. b
Win try and deserve patronage
bell,
I’r. - J
Mrs. Dashley—My love, I wish you
would leave me a little pin-money this
BIG SHANTY EATIN G
ON line WESTERN ft
Mr. Dashley—Didn’t I give yon $50
pin-money last Monday?
Mrs. Dashley—Oh, well—that was
last Monday.
-And $75 pin-money on
rf-U!
* uuise
SIRS. N. K. ARCHER, pr 0PE]
ATLANTA, Ga.
, This hotel is located in the
the city, at Nos. 8G, ss and ^
It is a new house, newly lumNhe.i^'
throughout. Table unexwlle. d ^ ^
construction of the baildin* Si, ■ U
center, giving light and'Wikl'^'
rooms, makes them the most rti?- a t*i
city. Polite and attentive ij
HATCHER HOUSE,
OPPOSITE DEPOT, CLEVELAND
This house has been recently I
and roomy, and everythin" neV nr 1 ^
always supplied with theVn •' i£ *l
mcrcial men will find it to their im^
at this house. Baggage transferred,;, 1 H
Public Square free of charge t0iJ ^
DR. J. C. DIVINGS,
ggp“Oflice: Second door north of HajtJ
bank, up-stairs in rooms formerly j
Dr. J. P. Fann.
DR. H. K. MAH,
PRACTICING PHYSICIij |
DALTON, GA
Also, WHOLESALE and RETAIL DKISSjl
Northwest comer Hamilton and King #»!
DR. C. P. GORDON
Tenders his professional services to ttetfegl
of Dalton and surrounding country,
attention will be given to ail cases-n*^!
surgical and obstetrical—entrusted to !ssa* f
Office on King street, where he will be faml
during the day, unless professionally ibsi
DENTISTS.
DR. J. P. FANN,
RESIDENT DENTIST,
DALTON, GA,
All kinds of mechanical i!
t operative dentistry eiecnui \ j
flrst-class style and at reasaii I
rates. The Celluloid Plate pirn I
in partial or full sets of teeth at low rates. Teal
extracted without pain by the use of SqnSi I
pure Sulphuric Ether. Tlie patronage of tbl
public is respectfully solicited. j
Office west side of Hamilton street, letra|
King and Waugh streets.
The Custer Massacre Controversy.
The death of Major Beno removes i
man who gave rise to one of tlie bitter
est; military controversies of recent
years. It was charged that Beno fa2al
to do his duty in coming to the aide!
Custer on the Little Big Horn in tie
summer of 1876, but the evidence at tie
court martial was not strong enough b
bear out the charges. According to the
best evidence, Beno found an over
whelming force of Indians where he Aid
been led to expect only a small number.
He tried twice to make a junction tnta
Custer. Then he intrenched his force
and made a desperate fight for life or
two days. While he was behind bis
rifle pits, the force of 204 cava ] 1 U®?
under Custer was totally annilula ,
not a man being left to tell the tale *
the great disaster. The fact was
Sitting BuU and other Sioux chiefsiU
gathered on Little Big Horn the o
Indian force ever known °n this confl
uent. It contained no less than ■>
fighting men, two-thirds of whom ■
armed with rifles. Against
the combined commands of Beno, <
and Custer would have been we.less,
as the savages outnumbered th
than ten to one, and also had
advantage of intimate knowledg
country. The disaster was memoraWe
for the loss of some of the brave■
eers in the a.imy and for tlieunp ^
and Sitting W and[other
and Sitting Bull and otner om^
drawn their rations with great J egulan
—San Francisco Chronicle.
Why Barnacles Batten and BatteA
A well-known yachting autoonty
been making some curious tests
last spring he procured a larg
steel, such as is used foi P , ionS
yachts. He ruled it off in ^ on8
and painted it with various
which are supposed to be a ^ arnaC i e
compositions and uresistible ^
killers. He sank the plate in four
oms of water, and the other day L
ed it up. It was covered with
weeds and barnacles. One com ^
which was claimed to he abso ii
to barnacles, was encrusted wU .^
dinarily large specimens of pedun
\ome P bf them were almost 9 s ^5°^
saddle rock oysters. With avie^h)^;
cover whether the composition vvas^^
ly poisonous or not, a few of , w,
cles were thrown to j-gj
which devoured teem with avidity
l aevoureu wciu ---—- - ^
teen minutes afterwards toe ho
dead. All of which is pMtyeondua
proof that what is poison for pigs w iL t .
the food that barnacles fatten andl to
ten upon. Meanwhile, a fortune wm
the nm who invents some
ual anti-fouling compos^on for the
toms of iron ships. Owners of e
yachts, which are now so f^^^sh