Newspaper Page Text
EASTMAN TIMES.
jV Real Live Country Paper.
PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY MORNING
-BY-
R. S. BURT ON.
terms OP SUBSCRIPTION i
One copy, one year $2.00
One copy, six mouths 1.00
Ten copies, in clubs, one year, each 1.60
Single copies 6cts
NEW LOVE, NEW LIFE.
FROM THK HERMAN OF GOETHE.
Heart, my heart, what spell is o’er thee,
And what troubles thee so sore?
Such a life hast thou before thee,
That t know tiieo now no more.
All thine old delights are dying,
(lone tne cause of all thy nigliin ; ' f
Gone tnv power and gone thy zeal.
Heart, since love did o’er thee steal!
As fair youth to bloom advaucta
In this vision of delight,
Do her true and kindly glances
Bind thee in their wondrous might,
Hhould I vow no more to see her,
Bea man, and wisely flee her,
Heart, you will not be denied,
Back you bear me to her side.
And this magic thread entwine thoe
Never to be loosed by me ;
And this lovely maid confines me,
Nevermore shall I be free.
I must in her sphere enchanted
Live the life >hat she has granted.
Thou that wrought the change in me,
Love, dear love, oh, set me free!
OVERTAKEN BY JUSTICE.
The Monday afrer the second Mrs.
Tattle died, thirteen pocket-handker
chiefs flapped from the Rev. Titus
Tuttle’s clothes-line. Nine had sig
naled the gentleman’s sorrow for the
first Mrs. Tuttle, but four of those had
been great silk squares, capable of be
ing wot through, dried in the brine,
saturated and dried again indefinitely,
so that the number was no criterion of
the mourner’s comparative grief upon
the two oeeasicns. He felt very badly
indeed. No one could doubt that who,
the Sunday after the funeral, saw him
in his suit, of black pass slowly up the
aie!e, holding his c-ape-bound liat be
fore him in that melancholic, deeply
dejected way, peculiar to the newly
widowed. It was very touching, espe
cially to the female portion of the con
gregation.
Tne It iv. Titus’ mind being unset
tled, the Rev. Theopolis, of the Meth
odist persuasion, this day officiated for
him. When the Rev. Theopolis prayed
that the R v. Titus “ though cast down
mi ht not be forsaken; and that this
affliction, though for the present not
joyous but grievous, might work out a
far more exceeding and eternal weight
of glory” —then every female head in
the congregation was bowed, and every
female right eye turned outward to see
how Titus “took it.” It would have
been interesting had Titus at that mo
meut turned his right eye down on the
congregation to see how they were im
pressed ; but he didn’t. B essed man !
there he sat on the ecclesiastio velvet,
hi face buried in the fourteenth pocket
handkerchief—one of the half dozen
with black borders he had purchased
while mourning for the first Mrs. Titus.
To see him so crushed and yet so sub
missive certainly had a very mellowing
< fleet, and it would have required but
little further infusion of the enthusiasm
of humanity to set one-half the congre
gation including bis case in their pri
vate orisons.
At the close of the services, Mrs.
Pattypans, mother of five daughters of
ma riagebte ages, but unmarriageble
jawbones, grasped the hand of the Rev.
Titus in the aisle.
“It’s a mysterious dispensation, but
it may turn out for the better,” quoth
she.
“O, Mrs. Pattypans,” responded the
pastor, wringing the parishioner’s hand,
“nobody knows what it is until he’s
passed through it. ”
“You’ve passed through it, haven’t
yon, pa ?” asked Mrs. Pattypans, some
what snuffinglv, addressing Pa Patty
pans.
Pa Pattypans was a florid gentleman,
with a large neck and ah< avy chin. Pa
had buried one wife before he met the
mother of the five.
“Ye—yes," answered Pattypans,
drawing himself a little out from his
collar. “O, yes, I’ve passed through
ik.” '*
Indications of amendment in the Rev.
Titus’ ease appeared in about six weeks
from the demise of the second Mrs.
Tuttle. At that date he escorted Miss
Pol lie Plum homo from Thursday pray
er-meeting. It w s a calm, still night,
like that on which Lilly Dale, of olden
memories, was buried, aud the spring
atmosphere was favorable to spiritual
soothing syrups.
“You cannot know how irrepressibly
lonely I am during these days, Miss
Plum,” said Titus.
Pollie supposed she couldn’t.
“I do not know in what light my
parishioners may view the matter, ”
continued Titus, with a little cough.
‘Bit there is no time in a man’s life,
Miss Plum, when he more needs the
supporting influence of a womanly sym
pathy than under such a bereavement
as mine.”
Pollie felt that a man ought not to
cut himself off from “supporting influ
ences'’ because of the speech of a carp
ing and ungodly world.
“ Woman seems to possess an intui
tive knowledge of the nature and needs
of sorrow, and it seems ordained that
man in the dark hours of life should
turn to her for light.”
Pollie thought so, too.
“ The consolations of religion are, to
onr weak faith, sometimes vague and
unsatisfactory, and we yearn for the
swpet ministrations of human sympa
thy.” * r
Pollie did not doubt it.
“1 hold it a man’s duty never to yield
to dark despair, but to seek out a way
birough the furnace of affliction, and
therein gain strength for the future.”
Pollie approved that doctrine.
Ihi the ninth prayer-meeting evening,
onoHi the pastor : “ You little realize
v 'at a precious source of consolation
your sympathy has been to me, Miss
Pinto.”
Pollie made a little noise in her
hr >at. Asa sound it didn’t amount to
m ;as an expression it meant she
< If o• t see how that could be—she so
ak and unworthy ; but if she was a
poiirce of consolation,” she was so
glad.
“ When a man loses his—his partner,”
continued Titus, “ what he most misses
ls ~~ ls a cert ain responsiveness the world
f a Y® vep give. Figuratively speaking,
finds himself ‘ thirsting and alone in
a p ll , l , of Sil ud and thorns.’”
oilia hadn’t any idea that it was so
bft,i as that.
By ice twelfth Thursday evening the
muafhv, responsiveness and general
filled with the moon, and the
l ' ,:i lx w as attained in accordance with
°S i,>nHl statutes,
l- not that I love Mollie and Dol
‘ h s ess, but you, Pollie, the mere,”
Two Dollars Per Annum,
VOLUME 11.
said Titus, looking off on the top of the
cypress, alias locusts, that waved over
the vi lage cemetery. “I do not think
those two sainted women wish me to
travel the remaining wav through the
desert of this world alone. Ido not
doubt that could they but speak, they
would approve of my course. Perhaps
they are even now looking joyfully
down uponu3from yonderstarry realm.”
Pollie shuddered, and looked up
through the maple leaves apprehen
sively.
Thereafter the Rev. Titus not only
saw Pollie home,, but every other Friday
evening gave her a species of ‘ ‘ prepar
atory lectures,” 'his principles not allow
ing him to attend to secular busine-son
Sunday evening. No more was said in
regard to the spiritual ministrations of
the late Dollie and Mollie. Those two
ladies were conveniently supposed to
be pleased with the new arrangement,
and it was just as agreeable to the sur
vivors that they should project them
without their assistance. As the Rev.
Titus’ cardinal difficulties amended, his
bronchitis, owing to taking his consola
tion in too much evening air, rather in
creased. One Friday afternoon he was
obliged to send for liis physician. Phys
ician forbade Him going outdoors ; but.
as evening advanced, he felt he must
have a word with Pollie.
Titus had found these Friday evening
exercises with Polly very helpful to
him in his ministerial labors. His ser
mons during these days had a great deal
to do with leading the children of Is
rael out of the plague-stricken land of
Egypt to a land flowing with milk and
honey; lifting Joseph out of the deep
pit (of sorrow) to make him chief, stew
ard of all Egvpt (all joy). The services
of Jacob in Padanaram were dwelt upon
with a wealth of imagery. The expe
riences of Isaac and Samson were not
touched upon. A strain of music,
mostly of the soprano kind, ran through
these discourses. Miriam sang and
played ; Judith sang ; the daughters of
Judith sang by the rivers of Babylon.
“And O! if they could have sung
while in captivity,” pursued Titus.
“ what rapturous hosannas must have
burst from their lips as they came forth
on the Judeau plains, and felt tbai for
them the night had forever passed, and
that far above, in the violet depths of
that oriental sky, beamed their day
star !” (Poilie bad a kind of “ violet”
eye.) The “ improvements” of the dis
courses were uniformly to the effect that
men ought never to yield to the de
pressing infiuenc of afflictive dispensa
tions. “ However fierce the may
rage,” 'aid Mr. Tuttle, “be sure the
sun still shines, and you have only to
wait for the re-illumination of your own
landscape. Gradually the dark elouds
will roll away, and the thunder mutter
ings will bo heard at a distance. The
sunlight will gild first, the distant moun
tain peaks, then spread down the sides,
and soon hill and dale will be flooded
with glory, and your whole world will
stand clothed with beauty as with a gar
ment.”
Ou this particular Friday evening the
glorification and beauty were quite
wido-spread, and the meeting with Pol
lie, being of the “ protracted” kind, did
not close until late.
Observe, now, by what far-off work
ing and strange conjunction of circum
stances transpire the incidents in our
daily lives. In the neigboring town of
Birman, Barnaby Barnes had, this
spring, been elected constable. The
position of constable may not be an ex
alted one, but to the office-loving ani
mal of these United State sit is signifi
cant as a first step. Burnaby saw of
fices stretching away before him like a
double columu of sphinxes leading up
to a Theban temple—the temple in this
case being one with a dome, where not
Isis and Osiris, but Shylcck and Jeze
bel are worshiped. Barnaby was
bound to discharge a constable’s duties
with a zeal aud abnegation that should
be an example to the Washington idol
aters, and that should insure him the
next gift in the hands of the people.
Friday afternoon a lot of jewelry had
been burglariously abstracted from a
shop in Birman, and Barnaby started in
hot pursuit of the burglar. He appre
hended him upon the outskirts of Dul
sane, and started back triumphant. He
stopped at the half-way house for rest
and refreshment, especially the latter,
and there, by some subtlety of device,
his mao escaped him. Chagrined, he
took up the pursuit again. A pretty
race the burglar led him, but all
through by-ways and hedges, it tended
toward Dulsane. It was fifteen minutes
pas two, and the brightest moonlight,
when the fugitive, throat heavily muf
fled, turned into Plum street. It was
fifteen aud one half minutes past two
when Titus, throat heavily muffled,
emerged from Pollie’s gate, and mind
ful of the injuriousness of evening air,
ran home. A hand was laid upon his
shoulder, and he was suddenly brought
backward.
“Here you are again, old fellow!”
cried Barnaby.
Thoughts of inquisitorial officers,
the dungeon and the rack, flashed
across Titus’ mind: he demanded an ex
planation ; Barnaby refused the expla
nation. Titus thought there must ba
some mistake; Barnaby thought liis
prisoner had made it. Titus pro
tested that he was an innocent man,
who had been making an evening call.
Barnaby could not see the force of
evening calls at two o’clock in the
morning.
“ Here’s a light in Di*. Curt’s office.
Speak to him; he knows me,” said Titus,
desperately.
“ Ready to do anything to oleege,
responded Barnaby.
Dr. Curt, calming down his nerves be
fore retiring with some beautiful little
experiments on fuDgus tissues, was
startled by the apparition of Barnaby’s
face pressed close and white against the
window-pane.
“ I’ve got a chap here as has stole a
lot of watches from the joolry shop in
Birman, and he wants to know if he isn t
your pastor, Mr. Tuttle.”
“ Tuttle!” snapped the doctor, “ Tut
tle’s sick cbed, and won’t be out these
three davs. ”
“Doctor,” croaked Titus. But Titus
was hoarse and the doctor pre-occapicd,
ami Barnahv took firmer gr p upon th •
deputy ther'ff s door bell. From an
upper window a female voice inquired
what was wanted.
“ l want Bata* to help put this
EASTMAN, DODGE CO., GEORGIA, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 15, 1874.
burglar in this lock-up,” responded
Barnaby.
“ Bates is gone, and won’t be back till
to morrow night.”
“ Mrs. Bates, ” feebly whispered
Titus.
A heavy iron key dropped on the
grass, and with the falling key fell
Titus’ hopes. Then he tried threats,
entreaties, expostulations, offered Bar
naby money. Barnaby loved money,
but he loved office and money better;
and had he not witnessed the disastrous
effects of bribery in high places ? He
bade Titus “ put up his gold.”
A man never feels so unrelenting in
the administration of justice as after
haviu’ resisted temptation himself, and
Barnaby closed the iron doors on Titus
without one compassio- at© movement.
There was a harrowing lack of “respon
siveness” about the lock-up. It was
ootd. damp and cobwebby. All night,
till the morning light, Rev. Titus paced
up and down his narrow cell, trying to
make a3 good use of the occasion by
professionally carrying out the simile
of the man confined in jail, and man
kind as the sin-darkened prison of the
world. When, at nine o’clock the next
morning, Barnaby brought his prison
er’s breakfast, lo ! by the morning light
he found not the burglar of yesterday
afternoon.
“ Go for Deacon Clapp,” whispered
Mr. Titus, unable to speak aloud. Bar
naby brought the deacon. The deacon
carried the pastor home in his close car
riage, and the affair was hushed up
among the heavy pew-owners.
But the co‘d Titus had caught pro
duced a severe attack of pneumonia and
bronchitis combined. Pollie took care
of him, and he greatly endeared himself
to his people by the meekness and pa
tience with which he bore his sickness.
When convalescent, be one day re
marked, “So many snares and pitfalls
are set for the unwary in this world,
Pollie, and there is such a geneial un
certainty about everything earthly, that
I feel we ought not to delay our union
till Christmas. I think no offense would
be given the parish, and I think Mollie
and Dollie, if they could speak, would
approve, if we should be united in Oc
tober. ”
And they were “ united” in October.
Doctors in Russia.
A night medical service ha3 just been
organized at St. Petersburg by the med
ical men of that city; an arrangement
which meets a real want ot the public
of the Russian capital, who, however,
had hitherto noi taken the necessary
steps to provide it. Russian medical
legislation does not allow liberty of
work to medical men, who, when re
quired either by a sick person or any
one believing himself to be ill, are not
permitted to refuse help. The physician,
surgeon, accoucheur, midwife or assist
ant who would either refuse to act when
called on or neglect to do so is punished
by a fine, on the first occasion of from
five to ten roubles (18s. 6d. to 355) ; on
the second occasion of from ten to fif
teen, and the third time from 50 to 100
roubles ; while the physicians and sur
geons who are in government employ
may be deprived of their office. These
laws are sanctioned by usage, and no
later than this year two Russian physi
cians were tried for an infraction of this
law, aud one of them condemned for
having refused to afford assistance to an
invalid during the night* The Courier
Medical Russe, whence we obtained our
information, insists on the necessity of
abolishing these coercive measures di
rected against medical men; the more
so that at the present time everytning
relating to the public health in Russia
is regulated by municipalities in cities,
and by the territorial, cantonal and de
partmental councils in the provinces.
The same journal also urges that in
England custom no longer sanctions co
eicive laws directed against medical
men, while in Prussia thev were erased
from the statute-book in 1869.
Too Much Business.
One of the surprising things in con
nection with the failure of Jay Cooke &
Cos. is the magnitude of their business.
At the recent trial in Philadelphia Mr.
Morehead, one of the partners of the
firm, testified that Cooke & Cos. nego
tiated for the government $1,930,000,-
000 in bonds and afterwards bought and
sold $3,000,000,000 in addition. In ten
years that firm transacted a business
covering five billions of dollars, a larger
amount than was ever handled in the
f ame time by any house in the world.
15 would seem that a firm haviug the
handling of sc much money could have
made enough by its enormons transac
tions to carry the Northern Pacific
through a three weeks’ panic, if not
enough to build the road. Certainly
most bankers would have rubbed that
small amount from the coin as it slip
ped through their fingers, and either
the firm was very honest or did busi
ness in a very loose wav. Mr. More
head thinks the bouse failed from over
confidence. It had been dazzled by
the enormous sums it handled till a
paltry $8,000,000 seemed a mere baga
telle. It is a remarkable instance of
failure from doing a too large and prof
itable business. __
Ever Been There ?
How edifying and condncive to one’s
feelings it is to hold the following con
versation with your landlady when you
have been to the lodge : “ Who’s thar ?”
“Me.” “Who’s me?” “John Smith?”
“ Where’ve you bin?” At this junct
ure you must keep your temper and
answer correctly, in the most-amiable
tones. After several other questions of
a trifling nature, such as, “ Any one
with you?” “Are you sober?” the
window come down with a crash, and in
a few minutes the bolt grates and you
are ushered in with the cheering coun
sel that “Ic’s a pretty time o’night
for a young man who has any respect
for himself to be out.”
—A collection of pictures by old mas
ters, mainly Spaniards, has been sent to
the Boston museum by the Duke de
M mtpensier, and is now on exhibition
tlit re. There are fifty-five of these
works brought from Seville, and they
ure said lo indnl© productions of the
first class. Murillo, Velasquez, Bur
beran, SebasUan del Piombo, Herrera,
and Salvator Rosa, ar among the mas
ters. Many amateurs of art will visit
Boston for the purpose of seeing these
pictures.
In God yy'e Trust.
NEW YORK HOTELS.
The Great Caravansaries—Their Cost anil
Earnings.
The Fifth Avenue, including stores,
rents for $200,000. The lessees pay
taxes, assessments and repairs—a total
of about $250,000. The average annual
profits of this house since its opening
have been about $250,000. Twenty-five
years ago the ground was offered on a
ninety-nine year lease at SSOO per an
num. The lots on which this build; ng
stands could have been bought in 1853
for $3,000 per lot. It accommodates
550.
The Windsor is leased for ten years at
$125,000 per annum, including the whole
building, which cost over $1,000,000.
The land it occupies is valued at SBOO,
000. This is the last great hotel opened I
to the public. It is superb and -som
plete in all its appointments, apu al
ready enjoys a world-wide reputation.
It is to-day the finest hotel in New York,
and Mme. Christine Nilsson, who makea
it her home, and whose experience in
both hemispheres is very extensive,
says: “It’s the finest hotel in the
world.” It accommodates 525.
The Gilsey rents for $85,000, includ
ing stores. It is an admirably con
ducted house on the European plan.
It accommodates 200.
The St. Nicholas’ rental is $95,000,
without stores. The owners of the
building retain one-half the net profits.
The house is very well managed. Its
present senior proprietor has few equals
in this business. One year this house
netteo $400,000 profits. It accommo
dates 600.
The Metropolitan rental is $105,000,
which includes several stores. It ac
commodates 325.
The Hoffman rents at $74,000. This
house is admirably managed and deserv
edlv popular. It accommodates 225.
The Brunswick is kept upon the Eu
ropean plan. Its cuisine is in high
favor. Over $200,000 was spent in 1873
upon the improvements. The rental is
$85,000. It accommodates 225.
The St. James has recentlv passed
into the hands of Senator Jones, of
Nevada, who is ‘fitting it up, regardless
of cost, for one of his kinsmen. Mr.
Jones, of the Hoffman house. It ac
commodates 225.
The Brevoort, Clarendon, Everett and
Albemarle are all very successful. The
proprietors, commencing, in some cases,
with little or no means, are now all
wealthy. The Buckingham is to be the
title of the new hotel erecting on the
corner of Fiftieth street and Fifth
avenue, facing the cathedral. Its own
er, the well-known druggist, Mr. George
Kemp, is sparing no expense to np-ike it
an exceedingly attractive establishment.
Mr. Waite, of the Brevoort, whose
capacity is well known by all travelers,
is treating for the lease. The Knicker
bocker, commenced at Fifty-ninth street
and Fifth avenue, will probably not be
completed. Its present enst, including
land, is over $1,200,000, and $1,000,000
will be required to finish it. This
would imply a rental of $225,000 to pay
its owners 7 per cent, on the investment.
The lots are now offered for sale singly.
The Grand Cenh al comes under the
head of second-class hotels ; its rental
is about SBO,OOO without stores. It is
very well conducted, and its proprietor,
Mr. Powers, who commenced life at the
lowest round of the ladder, is now a
millionaire. It accommodatts 600.
The Astor rental is $76,000 without
stores. It accommodates 325. The
restaurant and bar’s gross receipts
average SBOO daily.
There are a large number of smaller
hotels in New York well managed and
generally doing well, such as the St.
Cloud, Sturtevant, Coleman, etc.
The New Paris Grand Opera.
Mr. Forney thus describes the new
Paris opera house : “It is a world in
itself. The great pile occupies an en
tire square, as large as that occupied by
our new public buildings. Its main
front, indeed, all its fronts, constitxte
a variety of architecture and statuary
beyond description. Inside all these
wonders increase. The space allotted
to the stage, the dressing rooms, rooms
or studios for the artists, reception
rooms, machine shops, with the endless
devices for scenery, seem to be more
than half the entire area ; and as you
gaze into this mysterious combination,
the auditorium looks comparatively
small, even with its tier after tier of
boxes and its sweeping corridors. Some
idea of this immense edifice may be
gathored from the size of the saloon, or
foyer, a rectangular hall over 160 feet
long and forty feet high. It is lighted
in the day hy five windows looking into
the boulevard, and in the night by a
bewildering array of chandeliers. In
this saloon the great artist Vaudrey
achieved his last triumphs, which are
now setting Paris wild. The panels
they were to fill, the spaces for the mir
rors, the lofty and wide-spreading ceil
ings, the walls, the very floors, con
veyed an idea of vastness, heightened
by the gorgeous decorations in bronzes
and gold, in mosaic and fresco, in mar
ble and the other products of French
and foreign quarries. I forbear an esti
mate of what this palace of music will
accommodate or what it costs, but its
acoustic capacity seems to have passed
judgment. Nilsson tried it and gave it
her approval. All the seats taken for
the first representation and for six
months ahead. Work on it was arrested,
of course, during the siege and the
commune, and it was several times in
danger, but the present government
has given it an immense appropriation
to finish it by January. The new opera
house is in the very heart of Paris, near
all the leading boulevards, and is un
questionably the finest of the fresh won
ders of the French capital.”
A Deceptive Advertisement.
A good joke is told of a gentleman
who was so charmed with the descrip
tions of numerous country residences,
which he daily encountered in print,
that he became tired of his own house,
and determined to sell it. He instruc
ted an auctioneer, famous for his de
scriptive powers, to advertise it in the
papers for private sale, b' t to conceal
’ts location, telling persons to apply at
his office. In a few days tLe genHemau
happened to see the advertisement, was
pleased with the account of the place,
showed it to his wife, and the two con
cluded it iust what they wanted,
and that they would secuie it at once.
So they went to the office of the auc
tioneer and told him the place he had
advertised was such a one as he-desired,
and he would purchase it. Toe auc
tioneer burst into a laugh, and told
him that it was the description of liis
own bouse, where he was then living.
He read the advertisement again, aud
pondered over the “ grassy slopes,”
“beautiful villas,” “smooth lawns,”
etc., and broke out, “Is it possible?
Well, make out out your bill for adver
tising aud expenses, for, bv George, I
wouldn’t sell that place noV for three
times what it cost me.”
Fight Between a Tiger and a Grizzly.
On one occasion Lent was a part
owner of a traveling circus and menag
erie. One day he met a man out west
who had a grizzly bear for sale. As the
animal was a splendid specimen of a
young grizzly, Lent purchased him,
and after he got him he found himself
in the position of the man who drew
the elephant. There was but one cage
in the menagerie that could contain
the bear, and that already had an oc
cupant in the shape of a large and
finely-developed Bengal tiger. Lent
told one of his partners that he was
going to quarter the grizzly with the
tiger.
“The devil you are,” was the answer.
“ Why that tiger will make a square
meal of him before you can wink.”
“All right. If lie does, I’m satis
fied, ’ says Lent. “You look after
your tiger and I’ll take care of my
bear.”
The grizzly was accordingly lifted
into the cage, the tiger having pre
viously been driven to the opposite cor
ner by the application of hot irons.
Then Jail the employes of the circus
gathered to witness the fight. The an
imals sighted each other at the same
instant; but, while the tiger’s eyes
blazed with fury and hi3 tail lashed
the bars in his exciter lent, the grizzly
simply nodded in a sleepy manner, as if
in recognition of the presence of the
other beast, and crouched against the
bars waiting developments. They re
mained as far apart as the cage would
permit lor at least five minutes; but
every moment the rage of the tiger
seemed to increase, while the bear
seemed to be sinking into a deep slum
ber. At last the tiger began to growl
and slide toward the bear, moving from
side to side of the cage as ho did s .
The growling aroused the bear to life,
and lie had just time to measure his
enemy, when, with the rapidity of
lightning, the tiger sprang forward and
alighted on his head and back. For a
moment there was a terrible howling
from both animals, as they rolled over
and over in the cage, and then they
separated for an instant, the bear seem
ing to have shaken off his antagonist.
During this brief cessation of hostilities
it was seen that the bear had got
decidedly the worst of the combat, as
he was bleeding freely from several
gaping wounds.
The backer of the tiger was delighted,
and wanted Lent to consent to having a
stop put to the fight. “ No,” answered
he. “Let them fight, and I’ll bet on
the bear.” So at it they went again,
and there was terrible fighting for sev
eral minutes. It finally ended in the
tiger giving several mournful howls,
and, when they were separated, he
slunk away to his corner as meek and
submissive-lookiug as an animal could
be. After that day the bear bossed the
cage, and if the riger became unruly
he received a blow from the grizzly’s
paw that set him to thinking over past
events at once.
French Caricatures.
A writer says: “The ingenuity of
French caricaturists is proverbial.
Louis Philippe forbade the publication
of caricature portraits of himself, but
he could not prevent the sale of pic
tures of pears bearing a wonderful re
semblance to bis own fe tures. M.
Theirs attempted the same game as the
Citizen King and failed. Unable to
give his features the caricaturists hit
upon the expedient of omitting them
altogether. The effect was most ludi
crous. The other day the Eclipse pub
lished a cartoon entitled ‘ The Gard
ner’s Dog.’ It represented a savage
looking mastiff guarding a bone at
which three other members of the ca
nine species, a black cur, an Italian
greyhound, aud a French poodle, di
rect their longing gaze. The French
poodle needed no explanation of the
cartoon. They at once perceived that
the mastiff was intended for MacMahon;
the bone, for the supreme power; and
the three disappointed dogs for the
Bonapartist, Legitimist, and Orleanist
parties. On the same day Grelot pub
lished a cartoon entitled ‘Our Great
Orators,’ representing Gambetta,
Theirs, and other leading political ora
tors asleep, while a donkey discoursed
‘most, eloquently’ in the tribune.
Clearly the pencil is more dangerous
than is the pen—in France.”
A Warning Voice.
Judge Elmonds, writing in Brittan’s
Quarterly of “Special Providences,”
says : “ When my young friend Dr.
John F. Gray was a lad some fourteen
or fifteen years old he was employed in
a cloth factory, where it was part of his
duty to attend to the dyeing apparatus,
which was in an adjoining building.
His particular business was to tend the
fire under the dye-kettle and to turn a
crank whereby the cloth should revolve
on a wheel through the dye. One day
while thus employed he heard a voice
say to him, ‘Go out of the building ;’
he answered. ‘ What shall I go out
for? I won’t do it.’ After a little
while the voice again said to him, ‘ Go
out. of this building, I tell you.’ Again
he answered, ‘ What shall Ido that for ?
I tell you I’m not going to do it.’ Again
an interval of time passed, and the
voice said more earnestly, ‘Go out of
this building, I tell you, immediately.
Go out! Go out!’ ‘ Well,’ he replied,
‘ I won’t quarrel about it, I’ll go out;’
and so he stopped his work and went
out. He had to ascend a few steps to
get out, and he hardly reached the up
ner steps nefore the whole building fell,
and crushed to pieces the ke*tle, fnrn
ace, and wheel were he had been at
work. ”
—A society in New York city furnish
es working-girls a breakfast cf fresh
i bread and hot eoffee for five cent*.
Payable in Advance.
NUMBER 37.
THE DEVIL FISH;
One oS Victor Hugo’s *en Monsters He
at rojs : Vessel.
The following strange story has been
communicated to the Indian papers by
James Floyd, late master of the schoon
er Pearl : We ha l left. Colombo in
the steamer iStrathowen, had rounded
Galle, and were well in the bay, with
our course laid for Madras, steaming
over a calm and tranquil sea. About an
hour before sunset on the lOfcb of May
we saw on our starboard beam, an i about
two miles off, a small schooner lying
becalmed.- There was nothing in her
appearance or position to excite remark,
but a3 we came up with her I lazily ex
anrined her with my binocular, and
then noticed between us, but nearer her,
a long, low, swelling object lying on
the sea, which from its color and shape
I took to be a bank of sea-wesed. As I
watched, the mass, hitherto at rest on
the quiet sea, was set in motion. It
struck the schooner, which visibly
reeled and then righted. Immediately
afterwards the masts swayed sideways,
and with my glass I could clearly dis
cern the enormous mass and the hull of
the schooner coalescing—l can think of
no other term. Judging from their
exclamations tne other gazers must have
witnessed the same appearance. Al
most immediately after the collision and
ooalescence the schooner’s mast swayed
towards us, lower and lower ; the ves
sel was on her beam-ends, lay there a
few seconds, and disappeared, the
masts righting as she sank, and the
main exhibiting a reversed ensign
struggling towards its peak. A cry of
horror rose from the lookers-on, and, as
if by instinct, our ship’s head was at
once turned towards the scene, whioli
was now marked by the forms of those
battling for life—the sole survivors of
the pretty little schooner which only
twenty minutes b&fore floated bravely
on the smooth sea. As soon as the poor
fellows were able to tell their story they
astounded us with the assertion that
their vessel had been submerged by a
gigantic cuttle-fish or calamary, the an
imal which, in smaller form, attracts so
much attention in the Brighton aquari
um as the octopus. Each narrator had
his version of the story,'but in the main
all the narratives tallied so remarkably
as to leave no doubt of the fact. As
soon as he was at leisure, I prevailed on
the skipper to give me his written ac
count of the disaster, and I have now
much pleasure in sending you a copy of
his narrative:
“I was lately the skipper of the
Pearl schooner, 150 tons, as tight a lit
tle craft as ever sailed the seas, with a
crew of six men. We were bound from
the Mauritius for Rangoon in ballast,
to return with paddy, and had put in at
Galle for water. Tiiree days out we
fell becalmed in the bay (latitude 8 deg.
50 min. north, longitude 84 deg. 5 min.
east). On the 10th of May, about 5
p. m.—eight bells I know had gone—
we sighted a two-masted screw onour
port quarter, about five or six miles off.
Very soon after, a< we lay motionless, a
great mass rose slowly out of the sea
about half a mil© off on our larboard
side, and remained spread out, as it
were', and stationary : it looked like the
back of a huge whale, but it sloped
less, and was of a brownish color; even
at that distance it seemed much longer
than our craft, and it seemed to be bask
ing in the sun.
‘“What’s that?’ I sung out to the
mate.
“ ‘ Blest if I knows ; barring its size,
color, and shape, it might be a whale,’
replied Tom Scott.
“ ‘lt ain't the sea sarpent,’ said one
of the crew, ‘for he’s too round for that
ere crittur.’
“ I went into the cabin for my rifle,
and as I was preparing to fire Bill Dar
ling, a Newfoundlander, came on deck,
and, looking at the monster, exclaimed,
putting up his hand, ‘Have a care, mas
ter ; that ere is a squid, and will cap
size us if you hurt him.’
“ Smiling at the idea, I let fly and hit
him, and with that he shook; there was
a great ripple all around him, and he
began to move.
“ ‘Out with all your axes and knives,’
shouted Bill, ‘and cut at any part of him
that comes aboard ; look alive, and lord
help us!’
“Not aware of the danger, and never
having seen or heard of such a monster,
I gave no orders, and it was no use
touching the helm or ropes to get out
of the way. By this time three of the
crew, Bill included, had found axes,
and one a rusty cutlass, and all were
looking over the ship’s side at the ad
vancing monster. We could now see a
huge oblong mass moving by jerks just
under the surface of the water, and an
enormous train following; the oblong
body was at least half the size of our
vessel in length and just as thick ; the
wake or train might have been one bun
dred feet long.
“In the time that I have taken to
write this the brute struck us, and tne
ship quivered under the thud; in an
other moment monstrous arms like trees
seized the vessel and she heeled over;
in another second the monster was
aboard, squeezed in between the two
masts, Bill screaming, ‘Slash for your
lives;’ but all our slashing was of no
avail, for the brute, holding on by his
arms, slipped his vast body overboard,
and pulled the vessel down with him on
her beam-ends; we were thrown into
the water at once, and just as I went
over I caught sight of one of the crew,
either Bill or Tom Fielding, squashed
up 1 etween the masts and one of those
awful arms ; for a few seconds our ship
lay on her beam-ends, then filled and
went down ; another of the crew must
have been sucked down, for you only
picked up five ; the rest you know. I
can’t tell who ran up the ensign.”
—When young Mr. Switzer left home
for college he took leave of his mother
in this manner : “ Mother, I will write
often and think of you constantly,”
When he returned two years later, he
remarked to the anxious parent: “Deah
mothaw, I gweet yon once moah! ”
Imagine the feelings of a fond mother.
—ln dreaming don’t dream of white
elephants, A young lady at Cairo had
such a dream, and the next day a wild
steer pinned her lover against a s id
bank and heid him there until his spirit
had drawn aside the mystic cur rain
which hides the valley of death from
the vision of the living,
EASTMAN TIMES.
RATES OF ADVERTISING:
SPACE. Im. 3 IQ. 6 IQ. It ECU
One square SI 00 $ * ooj $ 1000 $ 16 00
Two 5quare5........... 625 12 00! 18 00 25 00
Pour squares ......... 975 19 00> 28 OOj 39 00
One-fourth col 11 50 22 50l 8-t 00 00
Oue-half c 01... 20 00 32 50 55 001 80 00
One column 35 00 60 00 80 00{ 130 00
Advertisements inserted at the rat# 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 ppr annum; for six
months, SIO.OO, in advance.
FACTS AND FANCIES.
—No man who will eat one of those
clawing lobsters has any busine- i to
stand on a barrel and declare that alli
gator meat is unhealthy.
—A child for adoption, to bo born in
November, is advertised in a New Yoik
newspaper. Sex not stated. Such en
terprise “can go no father.”
—lt took tne hides of 165 cattle to
furnish leather for three large belts
lately sent to Augusta, Ga., by a manu
facturer at Chicopee, Mass.
—Three snakes were caught sucking
a cow at St. Martin’s, N. 8., a few days
ago, and two of them were killed. They
were a yard long, and in the stomach of
each was found a pint of milk.
—The proper way for a lady to direct
a letter this fall is to run the direction
Ivom oovnoif io oovn o* r c/a440
one-cent stamps over the envelope, and
write: “Important” on any vacant
space left.
—lt is not an uncommon observation
that a man who is continually talking
about his “ceaseless yearnings after
righteousness,” can’t get trusted at a
grocery store as quick as a man who
swears.
—As small letters hurt the sight, so
do small matters him that is too much
intent upon them ; they vex and stir up
anger, which begets an evil habit in
him in reference to greater affairs.—
Plutarch.
—lt doesn’t make any difference if a
man has said his prayers before going
to bed, let him find crackers crumbs
between the sheets, and he won’t go
back on the satisfaction of three or four
“swears,” anyhow.
—ln a single county in Vermont
there are ninety-five farms vacant, and
one hundred and thirty-six abandoned
farm houses. Lack of railroad facili
ties is the cause assigned for the whole
sale exodus of farmers.
—The Clearfield fair consisted of a
calf, a goose and a pumpkin. It rained
so hard the first night that the goose
swam off, the calf broke loose and ate
the pumpkin, and a thief prowling
around stole the calf, and that ended
the fair.
A party of sixteen ladies were
bathing in a group at Long Branch the
other day, and a Boston drug clerk who
stood near declares that the i aint and
powder turned the water a bright
c#fenge color for a considerable distance
around.
—A church of ? England clergyman
knocked his sister down and sat on her.
This is all the information that reaches
us; but if she had the spirit of a woman
(and any pins) in her bosom, he won’t
be able to sit on anything else for a
goodly period.
—“Give us,” says the New Hamp
shire Workingman’s Advocate, “ the
man with brown hands, smut on his
nose and sweat on his forehead. ’ All
right—sent him by express last night;
also a woman with a long chin and a
wart on it, to keep him happy.
—“And now,” said a Pennsylvania po
litical orator, warming up as he ap
proached the climax of his speech, “ let
us conduct this campaign, fellow-citi
zens, upon the principle enunciated by
the immortal Lincoln, ‘ With malice
toward all, and charity to none.
—lt is no longer considered necessa
ry, says an English reviewer, that there
should be any connection between a
novel and its title. They are things
apart from each other. When the novel
is written, a name is bestowed upon it,
not in order to indicate its contents,
but to call attention to the fact that the
novel exists.
—A correspondent writes from Colo
rado that there are as many laborers and
mechanics there as can obtain work and
earn a livelihood. The wages are al
most the same as those paid east, while
the expense of living is twenty-five per
cent. more. He adds that the gold and
silver mines are developing far more
riches than was anticipated by the
most sanguine.
—Miss Mary Louise Hnlburt, a beau
tiful and accomplished daughter of the
Rev. Victor Hurlbut, of Stone Ridge,
New York, met with a sudden and pain
ful death a fortnight since. She sang
in the gallery, and the last notes of the
first hymn she sang with great clearness
and precision. As she touched her seat
she threw her arms around he brother’s
neck, blind and unconscious, and died
soon after, her death being attributed
to the breaking of a blood vessel in the
brain, superinduced by the exertion of
singing.
—The other day, as a Detroiter was
riding on the Pontiac road, he came
across an old lady seated in a buggy
which had been halted within a few
varde of the Grand Trunk railroad
track. She seemed to be uneasy about
something, and as he drove up she
asked : “ Say, mister, hain’t that en
gine going to come along pretty soon?”
He asked her to explain, and she point
ed to the sign, “Lookout for the en
gine !” and added: “ I’ve waited
more’n two hours for the old engine to
go by; but I’m getting tired, and if it
don’t come pretty soon, I’ll drive right
over the track and go hum.”
Best Organs on Most Favorable Terms.
The new terms offered by the Mason
& Hamiln Organ Company, for the sale
of their celebrated instruments, create
dissatisfaction with many dealers, who
declare that they will greatly injure the
business of selling other organs, espe
cially by peddlers. By these terms a
person is allowed to hire an organ, pay
ing only a reasonable rent for it—having
the privilege, of course, of returning it
at any time after six months, or of pur
chasing it at any time. If the purchase
is completed within a year, the whole
cost of the organ is only five to ten per
cent, more than if all cash had been
paid at the beginning.
Dealers say this is much too small a
difference for the accommodation in
time, and privilege of returning, given.
The M ison & Hamlin Cimnanv are
determined to try the experiment thor
oughly ftf. leat, be’ng co fid.-ut that
their organs will prove so a f rncriv and
satisfactory in nse that, any will
r- rb returned to them. C enlso-s
with full parMculais can be obmii etl by
addressing them n Boston, New York,
or Chicago*