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EASTMAN TIMES.
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ANTIC!
*• i’ll take the. orchard path,” shfi said,
Sprakiug lowly, smiling slowly ;
T ;>■ brook was dried withiu its #4ll,
M lie hot suu tiling a flamo of.rriY . ■'
TANARUS, i\v in the West, as forth she sped.
A the dried brook-",our-to she went,
Hinging lowly, smiling slowly :
Sin' scarcely saw the sun that spent
I • - fi ry force in swift descent—
. vt r saw the wheat was bent.
, i c a parched, the blossom* dried ;
• i 'igiug lowly, smiling slowly :
|cr amid ttie drought espied
iiicr pleacanee far and wide,
\\ ,!h and sweet violets pied.
If.
TIISAITOINTMKNT.
but homeward coming all the way,
s gUing lowly, pacing slowly,
sc knew the bent wheat wit tiering lay,
M iw tlie blossoms dry decay,
missed the little brooklet’s play.
A bn i /o had sprung from out the South,
led, sigh : ng lowly, pacing slowly,
ic only fell the burning drought;
ii s were hot. and parched her mouth
cwt cl the wind blew from the South I
And when the wmd brought welcome rain,
S; ill sighing lowly, pacing Rlowly,
Hue never raw the lifting grain,
lint, only—a loue drehard lane,
Whcti she had waited all in vain!
II EARLS AND BLACKBERRIES.
■* No,” said Dr. Darling, .slowly, “ no;
iun’t believe the evidence of my own
u ch. ” And as lie enunciated the
nrds with impressive distinctness lie
mil v at Hurry Clifford.
Ih might have found a worse-looking
livulual to fix his regards upon than
ii young M. D., wlio had taken his
r.st, season in bones, muclcs and human
ditemy, with the therapeutics belong
ig thereto, in the little office across
m hall, and was just preparing to hang
l> a shingle ef his own; for Harry
iifTord v.iis tall and shapely, with red
rovm hair and a huge auburn mus
ic!:!'. and merry eyes that laughed like
>ri;igsof water in the sunshine.
IK Darling took off his spectacles,
1 them, and deliberately placed
ji iin their case, still without taking
I eyes from his neophyte. Harry
|j Had smilod ; but lie looked a little
kiiiirrassed, uotli withstanding.
S!i< k would have you in a minute, if
yi) i W' re to propose,” pursued Dr. Dar
9ft cropping great red-hot splashes of
wax over a sheet of blotting-
W r, and stamping them with his
monogram seal in an aimless sort of
• Yea; but I tell you, sir, I don’t
wi to propose,” said Harry, staring
at the intertwined D. J. D.’s as if they
wt re die most interesting things in the
1 You don’t want a pretty girl for a
Hg N t that pretty girl in particular,
Nor fifty thousand dollars?” added
tli doctor, pronouncing the threo mo-
HI 11 im words in a manner that, made
thr u sound very weighty indeed.
H' ! would not object to the fifty thou
sai I dollars in itself, sir; but, as a mere
appendage to Miss Bradbury—”
I believe the boy is crazy,” ejacu
lat and Dr. Darling. “ Well, well, as the
proverb lias it, ‘a wilfu’ man
'mil hi lino his way,’ and I shall inter
im I no farther. By the way, Harry—”
H“ Yes, s;r V”
’N i u are going to the city this after
ftnl”
Hr* That la my present intention, sir.”
H- tstop at Depierre’s, will you, and
|S ■ Mrs. Darling’s pearl brooch to be
i minded. 1 ought to have done it a
Hvk ago, but a man can’t think of
■ervilung.”
■' (' rtainly, doctor and Harry Clif-
Ifofr.l deposited the pearl brooch—an
loll! fashioned ornament of massive gold,
f with tiny seed-pearls—in his waist
iiit pocket.
“ Bather a careless way to carry
wvlrv, young man,” said Dr. Darling,
rvatiug his eyebrows.
The morning sun was casting bright,
<*k* ring threads of gold across the
to n lloor; the morning glories and
lidi-ira vines, trained across the ease
'•ut, stirred softly in the mild July
r: and Ursula Percy, Miss Darling’s
plum niece, was busy “ doing up
lickberrios.”
I'V sli as a rose, with hazel eyes, soft
31111t< intense blackness at times by
1. low of their long lashes, and
scarlet lips, she stood there—
co dress concealed by the liouse
iprou of white dimity that was
mud her waist, and her black
icked remorselessly back of her
Hiking demurely into the bub
i ;s of tho preserving kettle,
" Auiiful parody on ouo of the
i in “Macbeth;” while on the
-scoured pine-table beyond a
ng tin vessel was upheaped with
in iful jet-black fruit, each sep
erry flashing, like the eye of an
pretty young girl started, very
cropping her skimmer into the
w you startled me, Harry.”
7 advanced into tire kitchen,
;ui admiring look at the bright
aMh and with a little blush and a
leal of stove heat.
'ii are always at work, Ursula.”
liavegot to work, Harry, to earn
n living,” Ursula Percy answered,
■ slight uplifting of her exquisite
I a'i'T**.lb" I am n 8U e^reßß
’iilound Miss Bradbury !” exclaim
“ I hear nothing but Miss
pry the whole time.”
'T, s a V( *y sweet yoiiDg lady,
s ; u,t Ursula, in mildly reorov
!cents. *
sa y > hut—what a lot of
rnes you have here, to bo sure,
i'f;' ’ said Ursula, demuro
• i' iriing always enjoys them
l( in m winter.” * J
a honoy-sweet globule cf
> ', uto ms month.
>)a(:kberries are beautiful fruit,
entlv J," 1 8 Uercy skimmed
y at the bubbling caul
' ' n * VOU are doing them
* a clumsyJS D 5 M. D* with
■mla did n ' 0 i ; , rt c °mphment.
>i! o I; . n g e a ‘V ! f, *°’ - Harry walked
s. ' "k both her hands
LstVm Wa burn.”
* warn, then; wilo cares?"
Two Dollars Per Annum,
VOLUME If.
ijiit what do you want ?” she asked,
struggling impotently to escape, and
laughing in spite of the grave look she
fain would have assumed.
“To see your eyes, Ursula.”
“She lifted the soft hazel orbs to his
face, then withdrew them with sudden
shyness.
“ I>o you know what answer I read
from those eyes, dearest ?” he whisper
ed, after a moment or two of silence,
broken only bv the hissing and simmer
ing of the boiling blackberries.
“No.”
“ I read yes ! ’
“O, Harry, I dare not. Uncle and
aunt are so determined you shall marry
Miss Bradbury.”
“And I am so determined not to mar
ry her. Is a man to be given away as
if he were a house and lot, or a bundle
of old clothes, I should like to know ?
Ursula—”
“ Harry, they are burning ; I am sure
of it. I can smell them. O, do let go
of my hands !”
Harry Clifford doftly seized up the
big irou spoon, and stirred the boiling
deptlis vigorously.
“It’s all your imagination, Ursula.”
“No, it’s not; and if they are the
least bit scorched they will be spoiled
for Aunt Darling.”
“But, Ursula—”
The creaking sound of an opening
door beyond suddenly dissolved tho
tete-a-tete. Ursula almost pushed Har
ry Clifford out of the kitchen.
“You’ll be on the piazza to-night
when they have gone to the concert ?”
he persisted, asking through the crack
in the door.
“Yes, yes, anything everything;
only go!”
And Harry went, beginning to realize
that love-mnking and preserving do not
assimilate.
“ Your pearl brooch, my dear ? O, I
remember now, I gave it to Harry
more than a week ago to have mended.
I dare say it is done by this time?”
and Dr. Darling turned expectantly to
our hero.
“ I—l’m very sorry,” began Harry ;
“but the brooch disappeared in the
most unaccountable manner from my
vest pocket. I know I put it there—”
“ Yes,” dryly interrupted the elder
gentleman, “ I remember seeing you
put it there, and yon assured me at the
time that you never lost anything. So
the brooch is gone, eh ?”
“ Yes, sir, it is gone. But Mrs. Darl
ing may rest assured,” Harry added,
with a glance towards that lady, “ that
1 will replace it at the earliest oppor
tunity.”
“ (), it is of no consequence at all !”
said Airs. Darling, with a countenance
that said plainly, it is of the very great
est consequence, “perhaps we shall
find it somewhere in the house.” But
tho days slipped by, one by one, and
the (loom Of tho pearl broooh remained
involved in the deepest mystery. Harry
Clifford bought another and presented
it t,o Mrs. Darlincr with a little compli
mentary speech. Mrs. Darling laughed
and pinned it into the folds of the
thread lace barb she wore at her throat.
“ But it is so strange what can have
become of the other !” said Mrs. Darl
ing-
It was in the month of September
that the old doctor and Airs. Darliuw
made up their minds to invite Miss
Bradbury to tea.
“ We will have a pound cake and pre
served blackberries,” said Mrs. Darling,
who always looked at the material side
of things.
“ And if Harry don’t come to terms
now, he never will,” added her husband,
who didn’t.
“ Get out the best china, and the
chased silver tea service, Ursula,” said
Mrs. Darling.
“ And wear your pink French calico,
child ; it’s the most becoming dress you
have,” said her uncle, with a loving
glance at the bright lifct’e brunette.
And Ursula Percy obeyed both their
mandates.
“ Miss Bradbury came—a handsome,
showy lady, with a smooth “society”
manner that made Ursula feel herself
very countrified and common indeed.
“ Delicious preserves these !” said
Miss Bradburv.
“Thy are of Ursula’s making,” said
Mrs. Darling. And Harry Clifford
passed his plate for a second supply.
“ I remember the day they were
brewed, or baked, or whatever it is you
call it,” said he, with an arch glance at
Ursula.
Suddenly old Mr. Darling grew pur
ple in the face, and began to cough vio
lently. Every one started up.
“ He’s swallowed the spoon!” cried
Miss Bradbury.
“O! O! he got the apoplexy!”
screamed Mrs. Darling, hysterically.
“Uncle! dearest uncle!” piped up
poor little Ursula, vaguely catching at
a glass of water,
But Dr. Darling recovered without
any more disastrous symptoms.
“ It isn’t the spoon, and I don’t come
of an apoplectic family,” said he.
“ But, upon my word, this is about the
biggest blackberry I ever came peril
ously near swallowing!” And he |held
out iiis wife’s pearl brooch boiled up in
the blackberries.
There was a momentary silence
arout and the table ; and then it was bro
ken by Mrs. Darling—one of those
blessed old ladies who never see an
inch beyond their noses.
“My goo Iness gracious !” said Mrs.
Darling ; “ how could it ever have come
into the preserved blackberries ? I—
don’t—see —”
“But I do!” said Dr. Darling, look
ing provokingl,y knowing. “Ys, I see
a good many things now that I didn t
see before.”
And Harry, glancing across the table
at Ursula, was somewhat consoled to
perceive that her cheek was a shade
more scarlet, if that wero possible, than
his own. . , , ■ re
He followed the doctor into his office
when the evening meal was concluded.
Ursula did not know how she ever would
have lived through it were it not ior
Mrs. Darling's delightful obtuseness,
and Sophy Bradbury’s surface view of
the matter. . . .
“Doctor,” he began valiantly; out
the old gentleman interrupted him.
“ There’s no need of any explanation,
my boy,” said he. “I know now why
you didn’t want to marry Miss Brad*
EASTMAN, DODGE CO., GEORGIA, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 10, 1874.
bury. And I don’t say that I blame you
much; only I came near.choking to
death with Ursula’s blackberry jam.”
And Dr. Darling laughed again until,
had his spouse been present, she would
have thought a second attack of apo
plexy among the inevitables.
“Little Ursula!” he added, “who
would have thought it ? Well, you shall
have my blessing.”
The pearls were all discolored* and
the gold of the old-fashioned brooch
tarnished with the alchemy of cooking ;
but Ursula keeps that old ornament
yet, more tenderly treasured than all
the modern knick-knacks with which her
young husband loads her toilet-table.
And every year, wheu she preserves her
blackberries, Dr. Darling comes to tea
and makes ponderous witticisms, pre
tending to search in the crystal preserve
dish for a “ boiled brooch !”
But then jolly old gentlemen will
have their j^kes.
Superficial Criticism.
The Saturday Review has a sharp ar
ticle on a certain superficial type of crit
icism that has bicome the stock-in-trade
of a class of modbrn young men—more
especially those who fondly believe
themselves to have a strong. msthetic
sense, and to be capable of art-judgment
of asort unknown to their fathers. Thus
it says : “The most irritating section of
the intellectual school consists, perhaps,
of those who are judges of pictures, and
taking the technical terms of painting
and music, with neither of which arts
probably they have more than a super
ficial acquaintance, mix them together
into anew and horrible jargon. Follow
ing the unpleasant fashion set them, it
must be allowed, by some to whom they
may rightly look up, they describe pic
tures as symphonies in green, harmonies
in white, and notturnos in all sorts of
colors. Their delight in this new meth
od of expression leads them to carry it
further, it may be hoped, than its orig
inators intended. They will beg you to
admire the tremulous tones of an at
mosphere, the swell of a foreground, or
the diapason of scarlet in a sunset.
They discourse learnedly of ascending
and descending scales of color, of melo
dious passages running through the
middle distance, of the phrasing of a
picture, and of the key in which it is
set. When they wish to praise a painter,
they say that he has a fine eye for har
mony. It has not yet, we believe, come
to pass that those who more particularly
affect musical knowledge speak of a com
poser’s possessing a fine ear for color.
It would be no more ridiculous, how
ever, to hear of the middle distance and
morbideza of a quartet than of those
things which we have mentioned above,
and of others like them. The extraor
dinary fluency and extraordinary unin
telligiblity of these philosophers’ dis
quisitions remind one of the nonsense
rhyme concerning the old man who
‘walked by the Trent, and talked to
himself as he went; but so loud and so
much, and moreover in Dutch, that no
one could tell what he meant.’ After
listening to them for some time one is
inclined to doubt whether the universal
spread of art, or rather of a superficial
acquaintance with art, is an unmixed
blessing. They are so well contented
with themselves, so thorougly convinced
that the words which they speak are the
words of wisdom, that there seems no
hope of their ever straying from the
paths which they have made peculiarly
their own. ‘Shop’ of all kinds is apt to
be tiresome even when talked by those
who are well versed in their subject;
when talked by those who are not so
well versed, its weariness assumes gi
gantic proportions. It is an old and
true saying that a little knowledge is a
dangerous thing. Certainly a little
knowledge in the matter of art is a dan
gerous thing for the friends and ac
quaintances of those who possess it.”
German Musical Invasion of France.
Sutherland Edwards, in his recent
book on “ The Germans in Fiance,”
tells the following pleasant anecdote of
the armed propagation of the Wagner
idea : “The morning after my arrival
in Rouen, I was awakened by the sound
of such music as under ordinary circum
stances would never have been heard in
France. A selection from ‘Lohengrin’
was being played by the band of an
East Prussian regiment just in front of
the ho’el. Here, then, was conquest
symbolized in music. Nothing but a
successful invasion could have brought
Richard Wagner to the native city of
Boildieu; beneath whose statue the un
familial sounds were, at that moment,
being produced. The sarcasm, however,
met with very little notice from the in
habitants. Street-boys, whose minority
and love of novelty are stronger every
where than their patriotism, held the
music-sheets for their enemies; but the
adult passer-by paid no more attention
to the doubtful strains than did the or
chestra dog that had dragged the big
drum after him, from somewhere near
Ivonigsburg, to the capitol of Nor
mandy, and who now, like a dog that :had
seen the world, lay down on the pave
ment, and calmly slept without once
disturbing the general effect of the
music by tlie unexpected rin forzando
of a snore. It was freezing hard, and
the brass instruments, pinched by the
cold, were terribly hoarse. What, how
ever, was the frost to East Prussians?—
one of whom, when a shivering French
man complained that the thermometer
marked ten degrees below freezing
point, is said to have replied : ‘Ten de
grees? Why, in East Prussia, at ten
degrees, it thaws.’”
The Great Cathedrals of Europe.
Dimensions of the principal European
churches, and the number they can
contain, allowing four persons to every
square yard :
4 Persons. Square vds.
Hi Palm-’h . ....51,000 13,505
Milan CathedraY. V 37,000 9,025
St. Paul’s, at Rome 32,0(D 8,00(1
St. Paul’s, at London... -25,600 MOO
St. Preironio, Bologna.. .24,400 0.100
Florence Cathedral 24,200 6,0.0
Antwerp Cathedral 24.000 6,000
St. Sophia, Constan’nople 23,000 5,750
St. John, L&teran.. 22.900 0.720
Notre Dame, at Pans ••••21.000 5, -50
Pisa Cathedral. 12,000 3.-5
St. Stephen’s, Vienna.... 12.400 3,10
St. Dominic’s. Bologna. 11,400 2,850
Cathedral at Vienna 11,000 2,700
St. Mark’s, at Venice 7,000 M jU •
—A schoolboy defines flea, “
flow, fled—when you pnt your hand
on it.”
In God He Trust.
AS TO BOYS.
T heir Karbarigms, Superstition* and
Wickedness.
There are persons of suspected intel
ligence who hold to the heathenish
opinion that a boy, considered apart
from his family relations, and regarded
simply as a social phenomenon, is the
most curious outgrowth of the civiliza
tion of which we boast. And they are
queer enough to commence arguing in
bivor of that opinion by a reference to
the superstitions of the young idea.
Thoy want to know, for instance,
whence a boy derives the settled con
viction that resin on the hands breaks
the force of Che schoolmaster’s blows ;
that an eye-winker placed in the center
of the palm is sure to' split the peda
gogue’s rattan; that the incautious
handling of toads leads to warts, and
that a white bean planted in the dark of
the moon* under a brick, near some
house water-spout, removes them. Far
be it from us to attempt an explanation
of these strange ideas, but it is certain
that they have been entertained through
generation after generation of boys, amt
no doubt any urchin that ever sported a
“knuckle dabster,” a “pottery” or a
“crystal,” that ever “mumbled the
peg,” or played “leap-frog,” can ac
count for them to the entire satisfaction
of any impartial inquirer.
What really is puzzling to the adult
mind is whence the boys originally ob
tained their barbarous methods of
“ counting out ” for “ catcher,” “ fox,”
or any of those pleasant juvenile games
requiring fleetness of foot and a secre
tive disposition. For instance : a lot
of boys will get together to play at
some of their games. He will go
through a great rigamarole of words,
applying one word to each as he desig
nates him by a tap on the breast, and
the last one so honored is “ it,” as they
call the “ catcher,” as thus—
“ Onery, Orev, lekorv, Ann,
Fillism, Foilisun, Nicholas, John,
Evy, Quavy.
English Navy,
Stinkilum, Staukulum, Buck!”
Now, there are those who would like
to know what sense there is in all that,
and what the mystery connected with
these portentous words. Aud also in
this, auotber mode of counting out:
“ Occa, bocca,
Bona, crocka,
Occa, bocca, truce ! ”
Or in this, which is considerably less
elegant, though possibly more signifi
cant than the two preceding :
“Ink, pink,
How you do stink! ”
The future belles of the Queen city,
it must be confessed, use the same sav
age methods in making their elec ion,
of “ Who’s it ? ” etc. The girls have
also a good many incomprehensible
chants and songs of their own. The
starting point is, of course, “ring
around tlio rosy spot,” for it is an utter
impossibility for girls—that is, small
and real girls—to play anything very
long that does not require a clapping
of hands and their circling about with
some outlandish chant. Their favorite
song is :
“ Green gravel,
Green gravel,
How green the gra?s grows;
Aud all the creation
Is ashamed to be seen.
Dear Annie, dear Annie,
Your true love is dead ;
He sent you a letter,
So turn back your head.”
Whereupon the dear Annie in ques
tion reverses her top-knot to the balance
of the circle and continues to go round
in that position until the dreadful tid
ings of the decease of the true love of
“Dear Lizzie,” “ Dear Louie,”etc., is
conveyed to them respectively, and
they, in turn, reverse themselves in
honor of the departed. When the
whole list of names in the circle is ex
hausted, and the bereaved objects of so
much pure affection are in mourning
together, the game is playe l over
again.
If there chance to bo any youthful
representatives of the male sex about
with whom the young ladies are on
good terms, the chant is sometimes
varied thus, the circling performance
never ceasing for an instant:
“Little Minnie Tun,
A sitting iu tlie sun,
A weeping and crying for a young man ;
luse, Minnie ; rise, Minnie,
Wipe away your tears ;
Look to the East and look to the West,
Anil look to the one that you love tho best.”
And Minnie immediately casts a lan
guishing look upon some young shaver
among the boys ; who, in response, as
quickly assumes a melancholy air,
breathes hard a couple of times, and
attempts a simultaneous display of all
his jewelry.
But this is getting off the main sub
ject-boys. The lives of most of the
great heroes, philosophers and statesmen
that have figured in the world’s history
have been written, the “self-made”
men of the country have been run
through a Hoe press several thousand
times, and the future of promising
youths throughout the land has been
horoscoped somewhat extensively. But
who shall write up the youth of our
distinguished soldiers and statesmen,
and moneyed men ? There are many
gentlemen of celebrity in this vicinity
whose juvinile experiences would pan
out handsomely, but we are afraid none
of them would be so frank and outspo
ken on the subject as Col. Richard Hol
land, now of Harrodsburg, Kentucky,
but a Cincinnatian “ born and raised.”
The colonel admits having been the
wickenest boy in Cincinnati. He was a
Lock street boy, and fond of the canal.
He was also fond of ginger cake, and on
ono occasion abstracted the grocery
pass-book from beneath the paternal
roof, and obtained twelve sections of
that substantial and spicy creature com
fort for the benefit of his “crowd,”
who ate it in a neighboring board-yard,
and gave three times three for the au
thor of the feast. An attempt to alter
the figures in the book failed, however,
aud the youthful financier received a
large dose of strap oil, as a curative for
his smartness. The colonel was like
wise fond of a gun, aud as his father had
one, which the old gentleman prized very
highly, Richard and his brother took it
out on the hill to shoot“ chippies” on
an average three times a week, Richard
taking the weapon apart and ramming
the stock up the back of his coat, while
his brother carried the barrel in one of
his trousers' legs, so as to get it out
of the house unseen. They managed
the ramrod by tying a string to it and
making a whip of it until tliev got out
of sight. They had “lots of fun” with
the gun until the brother tried to shoot
the ramrod out one day, when it kicked
him over, and knocked both hammers
to a fall cock. Richard didn’t se his
brother for over five minutes, and then
had to carry him home. There ’ was
no more shooting of “chippies.”
The most important transaction of
that period of the colonel’s existence
was the clandestine carrying away and
pawning of the old gentleman’s watch
—a venerable time-piece which had been
l.ying unseen in a bureau-drawer for
over five years. Richard very reason
ably thought the watch was completely
forgotten by that time, and that he had
made a very judicious disposition of it.
Bnt the very next Snnday, as ill-luck
would have it, the old gentleman, on
dressing himself to go to a dinner-par
ty, said to his good wife, “ Well, I
guess I’ll wear my watch to-day,” and
iruitless search being made for the
chronometer, Richard fled the spot and
played “ hookey” both from school and
home for the next six weeks.
It has been mentioned that the colo
nel was fond of the canal. So he was,
and a jolly lot of trouble it used to get
him into, too. He was goinsr home
from “ school” one day with his shoes
in his hand, when it suddenly occurred
to him to make a boat of "one of the
pedal coverings, and straight into the
lock it went. Then the other boys
commenced to “waft” it to the other
end of the lock by throwing stones,
etc., at it, and the result was that the
ship went hopelessly down. Richard
trembled at the thought oi going home
with one shoe. It would be known that
he played truant, and a good stout
stick would await him. Various expe
dients were thought of and suggested
as a means of getting him out of the
scrape, but they were all failures. The
last one was to induce a shoemaker in
the neighborhood to make a mate for
the shoe inside of an hour, and for the
handsome remuneration of two cents,
but Richard was astonished to learn
from the artist that it could not be done
in that brief space of time, and partic
ularly for that sum of money. The on
ly thing remaining was to hook a shoe
belonging to a mill-hand, which was
about five times as large as the other.
Th'! disparity in size was discovered the
very first thing on his entering the
house; the mill-hand came, making a
terrible fuss about the larceny of his
shoe. Richard was in disgrace again,
and had to flee once more to the moun
tains. And “ sich,” as Sairv Gamp
would say, “sich is boys.” —Cincinnati
Commercial.
Superannuated Dawdlers.
A Saratoga correspondent writes :
“ Tlie old beaux at Saratoga are very
numerous at present. They come here
and dangle parasols and fans in return
for invitations to parties and Germans
during the winter. This is easier tha-i
calling now and then, which gets to be
a terrible bore with the old beaux, who
like their cigar and newspaper and home
comforts of an evening, and are not to
be coaxed out unless there is a swell
affair with a wine supper to repay them.
So her© they are dangling fans and
doing penance, and next winter they
will be invited again, because they were
‘so attentive at Saratoga.’ The old
beaux are growing a bit heavy in figure,
and show a few crow’s feet, but on the
whole get themselves up well, and, as
they are acknowledged ‘ society men,’
the young ladies are satisfied to have
them at their heels.
“ The old girls who are hawked about
from one watering-place to another are
also well represented this season. These
‘ young ’ ladies are expert in casting
die-a-way glances, hanging their hands
fin-fashion, and in all the gushing tricks
of maiden-hood. They are striving to
make the most of themselves with a
deadly effort, and are really very stylish
in their fine toilets, with escalloped
foreheads, hair parted on one side, and
bonnets pinned on captivatingly. This
old stock have been waiting in the
market for rich husbands, and could
uow be bought cheap.”
Fast Horses.
The following table, showing the
time made by the celebrated flyers of
the country, is interesting :
Goldsmith Maid 2:l4X| Chicago 2:24^
Lulu 2:1*44 Draco Prince 2:24#
American Girl 2:17# | Lady Blanchard.. .2:24#
Dexter 2:i7# Sleepy John 2:24#
Lady Thorn 2:18# Clara G 2:2
Lucy 2:18# Susie 2:23
Judge Fullerton 2:19 Com. Vanderbilt....2:2s
Flora Temple 2:19# Byron 2:25
George Palmer 2:19# Joe 2:25#
Red Cloud .2:20 Crown Prince 2:25#
Henry 2:29# Fan Die Allen 2:25#
Camors 2:20# C. E. Leow 2:25#
Mountain Boy 2:20# Ethan Allen 2:25#
Gazelle 2:21 Nonesuch 2:25#
Jay Gould 2:21# Thomas Jefferson..2:2s#
George Wilkes 2:22 J. J. Bradley 2:25#
St. James 2:22 Col. Rusßell 2:25#
Sleepy George 2:22 Derby ‘>2s#
Lady Maud 2:22# Harry Harley.'.!‘.‘.Z2!2s#
Bohne. 2:22# Ben Cummings 2:26
Rosalind 2:22# Surprise.... 9-26
Huntress 2:22# Matt Smith 2‘-26
Jemne 2:22# i Sea Foam
Flora Beile -2:22# 1 Bay Whalebone.'.’."2 : 26V
Kilburn Jim... 2:23 Grand Duchess 2:36V
Joe Brown 2:23 Lydia Thompson 2-26 V
Wm. H. Allen 2:23# Charley Green ’2^6#
Hotspur -2:24# Ben Flagler... .”’2 : 26#
Sensation 2:23# Morrissey. . ; ’""o'-oov
Jim Irving 2:23# Queen of the West *2*B6#
Billy Bar 2:23# Honest DntchmanV:26#
Mohawk, jr 2:24 H. W. Genet 2:26 Y
Major Allen 2:24#(Royal John ...2:26#
Beppo 2:24#|Grace Betran 2:26#
Myron Perry 2:24# ; Lucille 2:26#
Toronto Chief 2:24# Pocahontas 2:26#
Pilot Temple 2:24# [Seal Skin 2:26#
More Facts About Chinch Bugs.
An extensive stock dealer informs the
St. Louis Rural World that in his re
cent travels he has seen much of the
ravages of the chinch bug, and that the
following is the best way tty destroy
them : When they first appear, as they
usually do, on the side of the corn field,
and before they have entered it, cut five
or six rows of the corn and clear the
ground ; then plow a strip of land eight
or ten feet wide, leaving a deep dead
furrow, and the trap is complete. When
the bugs approach the field, they will
pass in under the corn placed "across
the dead furrow, and preferring the
shade and moisture, remain there until
the stalks become perfectly dry, when
they can be put through a process of
cremation that will prove effectual in
destroying them. Should they first ap
pear in the middle of a field of corn (as
it not unfrequentlv happens they do),
they can be surrounded on the forego
ing plan and destroyed in the same way.
Payable in Advance.
NUMBER 3*2.
RATTLESNAKES.
One ot Judge Guild's Marvelous Snake
stories.
I must give you a snake siorv, which
is a part of the history of the country,
and has since been handed down from
sire to sire. I had my deadfall to catch
squirrels, which was a log, eight feet
long, set on end by triggers, to which
was added an ear of corn to decoy the
squirrel, and while moving the corn at
the end of the trigger the log would be
thrown, which to him was equal to the
French guillotine used in those days
when France got drunk with blood and
vomited crime. Barefooted, with my
only wardrobe my top a, which was a
long shirt tied with a toe string, having
two slits in the tarl, to distinguish me
from the girls, I one morning started
forth in a long trot, going around the
fields to examine my deadfalls. When
I got to the far coiner I found one of
my deadfalls down, and the tail of a
squirrel protruding. I knew I had him;
my entire attention being drawn to the
squirrel, I straddled the log to raise it
up when my naked foot rested on the
broad back of the largest rattlesnake
ever seen in Stuart county. He was as
strong as a young mule, and as big
around as a large yellow dog. He rap
idly threw himself into a coil, and his
battle cry was heard; I knew that this
meant business. In trying to extricate
myself I became entangled in his coils.
He then had elevated mo three feet
above the ground, resting upon his
broad folds. One of my feet was hung
in his coils, and it was with the great
est difficulty that I extricated myself.
In disengaging myself I fell head fore
most upon the ground. There was no
time for swapping horses, or getting up
on my feet, so I rolled over and over,
until I got fifty feet from the scene of
strife. Every time I struck the ground
I thought I received a bite. Then I got
up and ran to the centre of the field,
and “hollered” all kinds of murder,
which alarmed my father and mother,
who came running with a hoe and axe,
thinking the ludians, who were trouble
some in this section, had either wounded
or scalped me. As they came up I still
involuntarily “hollered”murder. They
partook of the excitement and asked me
what was the matter. I could give but
a very indistinct account of the situa
tion, in which I spoke of a snake. Then
they were satisfied that I had been bit
ten by a snake, and raised up my toga,
looking for the bite, and asked me where
I was bitten. I told them that I was
bitten all over. They could find no
marks, and wanted me to go and show
them the snake. I told them no, I could
not go in that direction, but told them
if they wanted to see the biggest snake
they ever saw to go up to the corner of
the field.
I remainel trembling and convulsed.
They proceeded to the point indicated
and found the monster snake still lying
by the dead squirrel. He was of such
extraordinary proportions that it was
not prudent to attack him alone. Billy
Rushing and other neighbors were
called in to assist in the killing. Five
or more came ; a long sapling having
forks was cut down and placed upon
the back of the snake’s neck and held
there by four men, when my father step
ped up with the axe and cut off his head
or guillotined him. He was as long as
a fence rail and had twenty-two rattles,
being- that many years old. When he
was thus beheaded, the dogs were set
upon him, and bravely he kept up the
fight. He would throw himself into a
coil, and with the stump of his neck
strike the dogs, knocking them eight or
ten feet. When the dogs came out of
the fight, they were as bloody as butch
ers. He was such an extraordinary
snake that the neighbors concluded to
carry bin? home, but were unable to
drag him. The oxen aud cart were sent
for, and with the aid of handspikes he
was rolled into the cart. His skin was
taken off and staffed with braD, with
the head attached, and it was hung up
by the walls of the house as a trophy,
such as the scalps that hang from the
girdle of the Indian warrior.
This was an awful country for snakes,
sure. The snakes were so numerous
that in the fall the neighbors drove their
hogs to the cliff’s to eat and fatten on
them. The meat of the rattlesnake is
fat and nutritions, and they will fatten
hogs, if they eat enough of them, equal
to corn. Tne mast and snakes in those
days were a great saving of the cereals.
Liverpool Cotton Marliet.
The “Exchange Flags,” at Liverpool,
is the name for a paved space between
the Town-hall and the Exchange, sur
rounded on three sides by the arcades
of the last-mentioned building.
As the grand depot of American, In
dian, Egyptian, and every other cotton
for the world’s market, Liverpool com
mands a share of whatever is got by
spinning and weaving the fleecy fibre in
most of the factories in Europe. One
consequence of this commercial position
is the presence, among those assembled
on certain days at the Exchange, of gen
tlemen of divers nations—Englishmen
and Scotchmen, Frenchmen, Dutcbm* v>,
Swiss, Germans, Italians, and GrecV ,
with not a few Americans from Nev
Yoak or New Orleans, each keeping a
keen eye to the requirements of his own
particular mercantile connection. Tee
brokers, who are ready to buy or sell
for any body on commission, show the
greatest activity in quest of employment.
Bargains to the amount of thousands of
pounds sterling are concluded in three
minutes, talk, for every man is presumed
to know his own n ind, or that of his
principal, without need of further delib
eration. No written agreement passes
between the parties, but each of them
may, if he pleases, jot down the amount
of their transaction, five hundred bales
of Wallamulla at tenpeuee-half-penny,
or whatever it be, in his little pocket
book, to be entered in the diary at his
counting-house after luncheon. It rarely
happens that there is any dispute after
ward, though neither party has a wit
ness to call. A sense of honor which is
derived wholly from social considera
tions of their common interest will pre
vent even an individual rogue from
breaking his word on the Exchange
Flags. They are unanimous at least in
this—that they cotton to each other.
—“ Havn’t Ia light to be saucy ifT
please ?” asked a young lady of an old
bachelor. “ Yep, if you please, but
not if you displease,” was the answer.
EASTMAN TIMES.
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Two squares 6 25; 12 00 18 00 25 00
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One-fourth col. 11 60| 22 50i. 34 00 46 00
Oue-half col 20 00! 32 50' 55 00 80 00
One column 35 001 60 00 80 00 130 00
Advertisements inserted at the rate of $1.60 per
square for the first insertion, and 75 cents for each
subsequent one. Ten lines or less constitute a
square.
Professional cards, $15.00 sr annum; for Kls
months, SIO.OO, in advance.
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FACTS AND FANCIES.
—These lines are by a realistic Sagi
naw (Michigan) poet :
“ Won'sfc the red Injun here took their de
lights,
Fish't, fit and bled.
Now most of the inhabitants is whites,
With nary red.”
—lt takes practice to make perfect.
Mr. Long, of Tuscumbia, Alabama,
had to pratioe eight years before he
could throw a bible across the house
and knock a young Long down.
—lt is true that there is nothing like
advertising, but a public eftieer, with
nothing but his salary of $2,000 a year
to live on, should bo eareful not to give
his wife more than $5,000 worth of dia
monds at a time.
—ln Paris, natural flowers are much
worn at one side of the waist, and are
arranged in this wise : A small bou
quet is placed in a tiny glass holder
containing a few drops of water, which
is then concealed in the folds of tho
sash.
—An lowa piper reports the
ing as the form of marriage in a town
in tha*t state : “ Join yonr right hands.
Do you want one another?” (They
both answer, “Yes.”) “Well, then,
have *ne another. You’re mau and
wife.”
—-Tliirty thousand portraits of the
Prince Imperial, made bv anew pro
cess, have been seized in Paris. They
were printed on cards which seemed to
be blank ; but if the cards were wet
with water a photograph of the Prince *
became apparent in a few seconds.
—A Vermont man has the following
posted in his field : “If any mans or
womans cows or oxen gets into these
here oats, his or her tail will be cut off,
as the oase may be. I am a Christian
man and pay me taxes ; bnt blast a man
who lets his critters run loose, says L”
—A lady who had been teaching her
little four-year-old the elements of
arithmetic was astounded at his running
in and propounding the following prob
lem : “ Mamma, if you had three but
terflies and each butterfly had a bug in
its ear, how many butterflies would you
have ?”
—Remember that appearances are
often deceiving. Many a pale, thin
young lady will eat more corned beef
than a carpenter. Because you find
her playing the piano in the parlor it is
no sign that her mother is not at tho
corner grocery running in debt for a
peck of potatoes.
—The New York Mail denounces as a
double-distilled fool, a young French
man who, seeing the dead body ©f a
very beautiful woman displayed at the
Morgue, went and killed himself, first
writing a letter, stating that he had
committed the act in order to have lais
cadaver put on the next slab to hers.
—A well known brother of the press
remarks, in a recent issue : “It is not
onr fault that we are red-headed
and small, and the next time one of
those overgrown rural roosters in a ball
room reached down for our head, and
suggests that someone has lost a rose
bud out of his button hole, there will
be trouble.”
—A Walker street (Atlanta. Ga.)
man has a goat for sale. While he w..s
at dinner recently, the goat chewed up
his new panama bat, a box of cigars,
and his wife’s new bonnet, and several
fruit cans that were out airing, pre
paratory for duty. The goat is an ex
pensive luxury, and will be sold cheap
on long credit.
—To despond is to be ungrateful be
forehand. Be not looking for evil.
Often thou drainest the gall of fear
while evil is passing by thy dwelling.
Verily evils may be courted, may be
wooed, and may be won by distrust; for
the soil is ready for tho seed, and sus
picion hath coldly put aside the helping
hand.— Tupper.
—Grave city pastor to his fond wife—
“My dear, Mrs. Wilson must bo.ex
periencing a change of heart. She
looked so serious during my last ser
mon.” Fond wife—“ Sho, you goose,
why couldn’t you see that her new Sun
day hat has one artificial flower less
than Mrs. Brown’s, who sits in the next
pew?” The pastor collapses and takes
refuge in an arm-chair.
—At his late fancy-dress ball the
sumptuous Wales “was diessed in a
light maroon velvet doublet and cloak
of satin, embroidered in gold, trunk
hose, large buff boots and a black felt
hat, with a white feather. He wore al
so a wig of fair hair, which prevented
his easy recognition, and had his Star
of the Garter on his breast, and tho
badge hanging from a blue ribbon
round his neck.”
—A commission appointed by the
French minister of public works, hav
ing reported favorably upon the great
scheme for connecting England and
France by a sub-marine tunnel, French
coal owners to the north of France are
beginning to discuss the probable effect
of the work upon their trade, and are
afraid that the tunnel would greatly in
crease the deliveries of English coal up
on the northern French markets.
—A hater of tobacco asked an old ne
gro woman, the fumes of whose pipe
were annoying to him, if she thought
she was a Christian. “ Yes, brudder,
I spectlis.” “Do you believe in the
Bible?” “Yes, brudder.” “Do you
know that there is a passage in the
Scriptures that declares that nothing
unclean shall inherit the kingdom of
Heaven?” “Yes, I’ve heard of it.”
“Well, Chloe, you smoke, and you
cannot enter the kingdom of Heaven,
because there is nothing so unclean as
the breath of a smoker. What do you
say to that ?” “ Why, I spects I leave
my breff behind when I go dar.”
—Edward V. Valentine, the Rich
mond sculptor, has returned from Ver
mont with a block of pure white mar
ble, from which he will fashion a re
cumbent figure of Gen. Robert E. Lee,
to be placed on his tomb at Lexington.
The figure represents Gen. Lee repos
ing in an easy position upon a couch,
his head and shoulders slightly raised
above the body, and his left arm out
stretched by the side of his sword, and
his right arm laid across his breast.
He wears full confederate uniform, in
cluding boots and gauntlets, and light
drapery covers nearly the whole form.
The appearance is natural and graceful,
indicative of peaceful slumber rather
than death.
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