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I GAINESVILLE EAGLE,
lOne Dollar Per Annum,
icial Paper of the City and County
lhed Every Thursday Evening.
UTT & BL ATS,
Editors and Proprietors.
■EV FALL MD WINTER GOODS!
I J. E. MURPHY &CO
[STILL LEADERS OF LOW PRICES!
MIL .Ml'lJl’ll V has just .’cturned from New York and other Eastern markets, where he has selected one
of the Largest and Finest Stocks of Goods, in every line, ever brought to Gainesville, and we are now open
i beautiful line of
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ill qualities, styles and prices. They must be seen to be appreciated, for it is impossible to enumerate and
ribe them here. We are opening also Notions of every description, besides
CLOTHING, HATS AND SHOES,
That can’t be surpassed in any market.
STAPLE & FANCY GROCERIES
ill sorts, to suit the market. Now, we will not pretend to give an account of our superb Stock in detail, but we
•ordiall\ invite every body to call and see for themselves, as we are certain you will find ours the place to do
J. E. MURPHY & CO.,
Sept. 13, 1888. < GAINESVILLE. GEORGIA.
3unlap & Kicklighter,
Wholesale and Retail Dealers in Dry Goods, Notions, Clothing,
ats, Boots and Shoes. Also Heavy and Fancy Groceries, Etc.
HIGHEST * PRICES * PAID * FOR * COUNTRY * PRODUCE.
We take pleasure in calling the attention of the Citizens of Caines
lie and surrounding country to our New Stock of Fall and Winter
oods, which are arriving daily.
Boots and Shoes.
We have the Largest ami Best Assorted Stock of Boots and Shoes ever brought to Gainesville, embracing
? Celebrated Bay State, Evitt & Bro.’s Ladies’ Fine Shoes, Lilly, Brackett & Co.’s Men’s Fine Custom .Made
iocs, and a full line of Children’s Shoes of all grades.
HATS, HATS.—A Large ami well Selected Stock of Hats and Caps for Men, Boys and Youths. Prices
d styles to suit everybody.
CLOTHING—MEN’S, BOYS’ AND YOUTH’S.
With past experience and the success we have had with our Clothing, we feel safe in saying that you will
t find a Belter Selected Stock in the city of Gainesville. Rock Bottom Prices to start with.
oAgents for Clark’s Cutaway Harrow and Plant, Jr., Cultivator.
1/C 7 TO: Quick Sales and Short Profits. DUNLAP <0 KICKLIGIITEU.
Foreclosure c Mortgage.
ii II ali :■ upirioi < 'oe rt, Angust Term, 1-
S. Mon I V .1 I;. I ,og,,n. \ ilmini.it rut 111- 111
ii. It'll l< i . ‘li . -ml. W . <Mount ami .1. V, .
nppem ingto the court by the petition of
ill I ha I W . < . .Mount ami .1. W. .‘Jex amir:
■ o .'I Ihe ilet' ml.uit are mm residents ol this
e. it is ordered iha I W.C. Mount ami ,1. W .
,amici .1“ pay into this court by the hirst
ol the next term, the principle, in terest
it d ill' on I he lli'l e fol vv hlejl said 1110 l I
I ill nt" secure or show cause tot be com
that in ilelaitlt thereof foreclosure be
I ol - .ml moi l gage in term, of the la vv.
It I' Imt her 11 rile red that service be perfected
said W.C. .Mount and .1. W. Alexander by
mu ol this older twice a month lor
Mun m 'iilhs b, .ore Ibe next tern, ol this eomt
i .air. si die I ..;;le. a public, gazette puli-
in -aid county.
intod. J. It. ESTES, I’la'tlls Att'v.
< . J. W I J.I.BORN. J. S. C.
I eerl il y tli.it the above is a true ext raet I com
minutes of Hall Superior Court, August
Mitiii. ISsS. W itness my hand and olheiid sig-
Sept. 24, 1888. A. R. SMITH, C. S. C.
KiHtiil v, Ii 11 i. Cot x tv.— Court of <>r<llnary,
October Term, 1888. In Re. Application of
11. Smith, E. R. Smith ami Vnity Smith to
ve the last will ami testament of W. A.
deceased, in solemn form.
( poll reading and considering the petition ol
11. Smith, I'.. R. Smith and Vnity Smith, in
above stated ease: It is ordered that J. A. L.
Martha E. Prater, Sarah A. Bolding,
V. Roark and Starling B. Smith, appear
the Court of Ordinary of said county, on
first Monday in November next, and then
■u'l there show cause, if any exists, why the
ottered for probate, by the petitioners, as
last will ami testament of W . A. Smith, late
said county, deceased, should not be proven
solemn form, and admitted to record, as the
will am! testament of said deceased. And
is further ordered that J. A. 1.. Smith, Martha
I’rater. S trail \. Bolding and Julia V. K 'ark.
each served personally with a copy of the
petition and this order, at least ten
■ ~■?? before the next term of this court. And it
Mis further ordered that service be perfected on
M starling B. Smith, by the publication ot this
Border in the Gainesville Eagle a newspaper
Bi published m said county, for thirty days before
the next term ot said Court ot Ordinary.
This October Ist, 1888.
A. Rt iMii.ru, Ordinary.
A. R. Smith. titlin'r of A. J. Shaffer, dec'd, for
the use ot Banks A’ Bro. vs ,1. R. Barnes. G. l>.
Jilaek and 11. 11. Huggins, adm’r of Riley Gar
rett, deceased, Complaint, A.C., in Hall supe
rior court, August term, 1888.
Ii appearing to the court, by the return of the
sheriff in this ease, that the defendant. 11. H.
Huggins, administrator of Riley Garrett, does
*iot reside in said county of Hall, and it further
appearing that lie does not reside in said State
of Georgia: It is therefore ordered that service
of this writ ami process be perfected upon said
I'.. «rl. Huggins, administ rat or. Ac., as aforesaid
by the publieat ion of this order, in the Gaines
ville Eagle, a newspaper published in said coun
ty oINI I all. tvv ice a mold h for four months pro
ceeding tin' m\t term of this court. August
2.:. Isss. (■. J. W • 1 i i-.onx, J. S.C.
S. C. Hi xi vn.
W . S. I'tcKicri i.. l laintiiT's attorneys.
I cittily that tin. above is a true extract from
the minute- oi Hall superior court. August
ie‘ni. Isss. W itness my hand ami otliei.d signa
ture. tbi< September 2'j. 188 S.
2amlm A. It Sun it, C. s. C.
. i/oRG lA. H A 1.1. Ci >l'X IA . ilrdi nary's <it
A t la , . Oct. 4, Isss. w . B. Smith, administra
tor ot thec-tateol Mrs. M. Persons, deceased,
represents to the court in his petition, duly tiled
in this olliee, that he has fully administered said
estate. This is. therefore. to cite all persons
eom eined. to show cause, if any they can, why
said administrator should not’ be discharged
from said administration on the tirst Monday in
January, 1889.
J A. RVIMH.rH, Ordinary.
/ t la >R«t \ HAU ini NTY.—Ordinary’s Os
* I tii e. S< pt. 20, 1888. To ail whom it may
.Mrs Esther Bullman. formerly Esther
X AAm h is m proper form applied to this otliee.
iters ot administration, de bonus non, up
on the estate of her former husband. Albert
I’irkle, deceased. I will pass upon this a] plica
tion at mv otliee on the first Monday in Novem
ber. 188-B.’ A. Rl'lM)LPH,’Ordinary
.Notice to Debtors and Creditors.
/"I BORGIA—HALL COI'NTY. All persons
* TJUia'v ing demands against the estate ot Janus
late of said county, deceased, are
hereby notified twuender in their demands to
the undersigned according to law. and al! per
sons indebted to said estate are required to
i make immediate payment. This Sept. 20, 1888.
> GI.URGE W . Gill Ll>.
F Administrator of James W . Gould, dee'd.
/ 1 E< >RG lA. I! ALL COI'NTY.—To all whom it
VI may concern: Edward 11. Herring has in
due form, applied to me for permanent letters
ol ti ninistration on the estate of Mrs. Betty
W "/e rring, late ol said eountv. deceased. This
is to cite al! and singular the kindred and cred
itors to appear at my otliee on the tirst Monday
of November. Isss. jud show cause if any they
can, why litters of administration should not
be granted to said Edward D. Herring upon said
<-S-Gite. This Oct. 4, 1888.
* A. RVIM >l’ll, Ordinary.
Farm for Sale.
-f HAVE purchased the place known as the
Ipd'aiiiel latum place, in the Cork district, and
sfxe to sell it. There are three good tenant
hoaxes on the place, thirty-five acres of bottom
land, in a high state of cult ivation. Alsoa good
dwell,ug witii st >vn rooms. The place contains
two hundred and seventeen acres. Good road
and neighborhood. R. J. ROWLAND,
THE GAINESVILLE EAGLE.
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VOL. XXVIII.
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No. I, Atlanta, Ga. No. 2, Gainesville, Ga.
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Who can equal us? Come and see us. [jTgr’East side public square. School
Books and Supplies our specialty. We will continue to add more lines of
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GAINESVILLE, GA., THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 1, 1888.
LET US KICK.
M. QUAD ON THE REFORMS THAT MAY
BE BROUGHT ABOUT BY KICKING.
I read and truly believe that the
day will come when the kicker will
be classed where he belongs and will
be entitled to the reverence due him.
I look upon him as a philanthropist
and philosopher. He stands forth
one man out of a thousand. He is
actuated by the most unselfish mo
tives. He is the real reformer.
I am not a kicker. lam simply
taking the preparatory lessons to
enable me to blossom out. The oth
er day when I bought a ticket to go
east they told me at the ticket office:
“While the train does not leave
until about 11, the sleeper is open at
6, and you can go right to bed and
wake up at Niagara Falls next morn
ing.”
I entered the sleeper at 9:30 and
went to bed. That is, it is called
going to bed. You are boxed up,
boxed in, surrounded and smothered
and charged 82 for the misery. A
sleeping ear is a mockery, a fraud
and a deception. The avarice of the
companies results in misery for the
passengers. Four other persons had
gone to bed, and at 10 o’clock were
all asleep. At that hour two men
entered with a great clatter. They
were talking loudly and they sat
down and continued it. I waited
fifteen minutes for one of the other
sleepers to kick. No one uttered a
protest. Then I rose up and asked:
“Do you men know that this is a
sleeping car?”
“We do,” they answered.
“And do you propose to continue
this disturbance?”
“We propose to talk as long and as
loud as we please.”
I called to the conductor and in
quired:
“I have paid for a berth in which
to sleep. I can’t sleep for this dis
turbance. Wil! you stop it?”
“Really, I can’t,” he answered.
“Are there no rules?”
“Yes, but people in a sleeping car
must expect to be disturbed.”
“Oh, they must. Very well—see
me later.”
Four others’came in with just as
much racket, and they kept their
chatter going until 11. o’clock. At
11:30 the lights were turned down
and everybody was ready for sleep.
I had been waiting patiently for this.
Lying on my back, arms locked over
my head, and my ‘palate down, 1
brought a snore which went thunder
ing over that car in away to open
every eye. After two more a man
called out:
“Thunder and blazes, but we’ve
got a whale aboard!”
After three more they began to
yell at me from every berth. I put
in two extra ones, and the porter
came down and shook my arm and
said:
“Heah—you—stop dat!”
“Colored man!” said I as 1 looked
up at him, “If you come here and
do that again I may fire upon you.”
As soon as he had gone I went
back to business. When a man sets
out to snore for revenge you’d be
surprised to know what a success he
can make of it. In five minutes they
were calling for the conductor. He
came down and parted the curtains
and said:
“Hey—you—wake up! You are
disturbing the car!”
“Conductor, haven’t I paid for this
berth?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Is there any rule which prohibits
snoring?”
“No, but—”
“Then you keep away from me, I
have a revolver, and I might take
you for a robber!”
Then I returned to the main ques
tion. I snored in every key of the
scale. I snored for blood. I had
every person in the car swearing
mad and ready to fight, and they
sent for the passenger conductor.
He refused to interfere. Several
chaps volunteered to “pull me out o’
that,” but when they came close
enough to see the muzzle of a revol
ver they fell back. At 2 o’clock in
the morning they held a convention,
and as a result one of them asked:
“Stranger; can we buy you off?”
“No, sir.”
“Is there any way on earth to stop
that bazoo of yours?”
“There is. The four of you who
came in last were grossly selfish.
You had no care for the rights of
others. The four who were here be
fore I came were disturbed, but
hadn’t the grit to kick. Now, then,
promise me on your solemn word
that if you ever enter a sleeping car
again, yon will respect the situation
and I will let you off.”
Every sou! in that car made the
promise, and half an hour later we
were all fast asleep.
When 1 reached Philadelphia I
passed the baggage car just as.my
trunk came out. The baggageman
gave it a whirl ami a push, and it
landed on one end on the truck and
there was a smash.
I at once secured his name, street
and number, and when his car was
clear ami he came down, I said:
- “Let us see what this damage
amounts to.”
“What in have I got to do
with your trunk?” he exclaimed.
“You Hung it out in a reckless
manner. No railroad has any more
right to damage my trunk than to
damage me.”
“Go to Halifax,” he sneered, as he
walked away.
I got the broken trunk to the ho
tel, and the damage estimated by a
trunkmaker, and then went down to
headquarters, and said to the mana
ger of the road by which I had come
in:
“This morning my trunk was
damaged 84 worth by careless hand
ling. Here is the address of the bag
gageman. Whom shall I sue?”
“You saw the trunk damaged?” he
queried.
“I did, and have witnesses.”
1 “Wait a few minutes.”
He sent a messenger after the
baggageman. When the latter came
he was asked:
“Di<l you damage this man’s trunk
this morning?”
“It accidentally fell.”
“Did you tell him to go to ”
“He was too fresh.”
“It was you who was too fresh, sir!
Pay this man his damage, and if
there is another complaint you will
lose your place.”
You know what a buffet car is, of
course. It is a cross between a first
class restaurant and highway rob
bery.
There may be some entitled to pa
tronage and respect, but they are
always attached to the train just
ahead of or behind mine* On the
same trip I was obliged to order a
lunch in a buffet car. The waiter
brought* what he called coffee. I
asked him to name it and he gave it
that name. I told him to throw
away the stuff and make a new cup
twice as strong. This second cup
had a faint taste of coffee. When he
had quadrupled the amount of coffee
I had a bill of 50 cents to pay for the
single cup, and it was about what
you would get in a 81 a day hotel.
Then I gave him 10 cents for a cou
ple of spoonsful of his raw coffee,
and a few hours later I walked in on
the manager of that division, spread
the stuff before him and asked:
“Did you buy this stuff to feed
travelers on at 200 per cent profit?”
“This is half chicory,” he said, as
he examined it. ’
“And the rest is the cheapest Rio.
It is the stuff served out on buffet
car No. —.”
“What?”
“I got this from the waiter.”
“The scoufidrel! There is trickry
here! 1 buy the best of O. G. Java,
and my orders are to serve as good
coffee as can be found at the Frfth
Avenue.”
Well, the waiter had been playing
a little game of his own, and he got
the bounce for it, and the manager
thanked me for meddling. Now,
here were three kicks. The row in
the sleeping car was a lesson to stick
by a dozen travelers for years to
come. The baggageman will be
careful of your trunk and more care
ful of his language for many a day,
and when you order a cup of coffee
on the buffet car between Buffalo
and Hornellsville you will get what
you ask for. Is the man who kicks a
crank or a humanitarian.—Detroit
Free Press.
One’s Only Daughter.
“I tell you it’s a serious thing,”
said an Alabama ex-congressman one
evening not long ago, “when one’s
only daughter begins to be a woman.
Young fellows whom you don’t re
member ever to have seen before lift
their hats to you clear across the
street, and the intense politeness of
dudes becomes almost unbearable. -
“I have a bright, smart little girl,
who seems to me a little girl yet; but
when I come to think about it I
know she is seventeen years old, and
one of these days some boy will be
coming around stammering and
twisting his hat and asking me for
her. 1 think, however, I’ll get a
shotgun and shoot him on the plea
of self-defense. There ought to be a
law to protect a man against the
young scamps who want to carry off
a man’s only daughter.
“Why, it doesn’t seem to me long
er ago than yesterday that my little
girl was learning A, B, C, and then
when she got to reading I could
hardly believe it, but fancied she had
learned a lot of stuff in her little rea
der by heart and was reciting it to
me by note. Next I ■knew she took
to painting and playing on the piano,
and blast me if she hasn’t gone to
writing poetry, too. The last is the
only thing that supports me in the
idea of letting one of those young
sters have her when the time comes.
Sometimes it seems to me that per
haps retributive justice will leak out
of the poetry somewhere.
“But really, ’tis an awfully serious
thing to raise a girl, bringing her.
through the mumps, measles and
whooping cough, educate her, send
her to the best kind of boarding
school, have her taught music and
drawing, spend money like dirt to
dress her, and then have some little
scamp that you remember only just
a few days ago, robbing birds’ nests,
come round and take her away. It’s I
too bad.”
“I’ve got a note of 8100 to meet!
to-day and I’m 820 short,” he said, j
as he entered the office.
“Say, don’t you try to meet it,”
replied the other.
“Why?”
“It’s no use. If you have managed ]
to get 880 together take it and skip
for South America at once. Train I
leaves at 3 o’clock and you have
seventeen minutes to pack up and
catch it!”
“But, my dear ”
“Don’t stop to argue. They don’t
expect you to pay the note, and ■
you’ll never have 880 again in your
lif<! Skip!”
First Preacher—You appear to be I
having remarkable success, brother. !
Second Preacher—Yes, my people
have been very liberal since I chang
ed my plan of taking the collection.
I now have it done before the ser
mon.
“Has that made a difference. If I
find the collection is small, I preach
a two hour’s sermon on ‘charity,’ but
when it is large I give them a twenty
minute sermon on the delights of
Iheaven.”
“What is the matter, Darringer?
You look dispirited.”
“I’m troubled with too much mo
ther-in-law.”
“That’s bad, old boy. How often
! does she visit you?”
“Twice a year.”
; “That isn’t often, Darringer.”
“No, it isn’t—only that she stays
six months at a time.”
A newspaper man is not made of
newspapers. He is made of wind.
Father and Daughter.
There are few lovelier relations in
life than that existing between a
father and his daughter, when that
relation * has been developed to its
best extent by tenderness and honor
, and affection on one side, and by
| veneration that almost amounts.to
adoration on the other, the venera
tion called forth by perfect faith in
the virtue and nobility of its object.
The trust in her father which a young
girl feels and all unconsciously ex
hibits is something as flattering to
his pride as it is delightful to his
emotions. But the father who ac
cepts it perforce, yet knows that he
does not deserve it, if he is any sort
of a man, is more to be pitied than to
be envied. And the young girl who
receives her father’s intense affection
as something purer and holier than
other mortal flesh, and who is un
worthy of that emotion, is one almost
beneath pity. A man conscious of
the love that he has called forth from
a pure and gentle being feels obliged
to live up to the opinion which that
gentle being holds of him, so far as it
may be in his power; the Child is, in
away, his guardian angel, and often,
when he is tempted, he hears the
rustling of that angel’s wings. How
much, then, it behooves the young
angel to attend to her angelhood and
to be all that her father deems her;
to break no faith, to keep the law,
even the unwritten law; to be as
much to herself as to him a congre
gation of loveliness only just short of
the virtues of St. Agnes herself. For
the daughter has her father’s faith in
her in trust, and to betray that trust
would be to commit a sort of sacri
lege.
To each one of these two people,
comments Harper’s Bazar, the love
and faith of the other put all the
world in an optimistic rosy glow; the
world is full of noble men to this
girl who believes in her father; is full
of good women to the man who finds
his young daughter so excellent; and
any one who knows the sadness of
life and its outlook to those who take
the pessimistic view of life, of human
nature and the universe, will appre
ciate the blessing that these two peo
ple confer upon each other by their
mere existence. A father may be
without many things, without money,
or rank, or fame, or other of his
heart’s desires, but if he has a daugh
ter who satisfies his soul, he has that
which makes some lofty and famous
millionaire poor. And the girl who
has an adoring father can dispense
with fine toilets, with lovers and
flowers, gay parties and many of the
joys of youth; her father is all in all,
a stay to lean upon, a companion to
take pleasure in, all but a God to
look up to.
There is something infinitely touch
ing in thecare which a daughter feels
of a father who relics on her, and in
that father’s dependence on that care ■
too-—the slender little weakling in
whom such strength is hoarded, the
reed that no gales break. And al
though all the world loves a lover,
yet the majority of that portion of it
who are fathers, and who have
brought up daughters, will be found
to sympathize with the father who
hesitates to deliver up his daughter
to the first lover who crosses his
path, and who does not say to him:
“Your money or your life,” but
“your daughter and your life!” For
of al! hard things it seems to the lov
ing father the hardest there is to sur
render to another’s keeping this child
in whom his heart is locked, and to
whose rearing he has given so much
of himself, not in the least knowing
that with whatever strength a daugh
ter may love her husband and be one
with him, the father can no more
lose his place in her affection than a
star can forsake its orbit in the fir
mament.—Philadelphia Press.
Making- a Home.
Men are what their homes make
them—of what their homes made of
them in infancy and youth. That
women make homes has been sung
and preached until one reads with
hearty satisfaction Col. Higginson’s
introduction of an address delivered
last summer at the commencement
of a girl’s college. He had ad
jured, said the speaker, not to talk
to students and alumnae as women,
but as human beings; to leave the
matter of sex in education out of
sight for an hour. The masculine -
element is as essential to the right |
composition of the home as lemon
juice to the sugur and water of sher
bet. The household where there is
not a man’s hat on the hall rack is a
craft minus one sidewheel. The mu
sic of daily life without the heavier,
upbearing timber of a bass voice, is
like the singing of canaries, very
tuneful and very thin.
The domestic duties of him who
stand in the place of pater familias
are not fulfilled when he has supplied
grist to the mill. His wife may be
the nominal captain. He is a part
owner and first mate. If she be the
acknowledged queen of the realm, he
is the power behind the throne. 1
Which jumble of metaphors, done
into straightforward English, signi
ties that a woman cannot, single
handed, make a perfect home. It is
a joint stock concern, in which each
individual of the household has a
share, the pa’cuts being the heaviest-1
owners and the board of directors.
Anything else is a loosely cohering
association of human particles, classed
for the sake of convenience under one
name and held together by habit and
policy.
In order to be a success in life, a
man must rise above his starting
point. To keep on its level is not
enough; he must gain something as
the years go by. If, indeed, a man
fails’ to do as well as those whom he
follows, and whom he represents, his
failure is the more marked because
of the standing of those from whose
measure he has deteriorated.
The essence of happiness in married
I life is self-sacrifice; and in the prac-
I tice of this both man and woman find
1 their characters raised and ennobled.
81.00 Per zlnliuni.
The Little High Chair.
There was an auction at one of the
down-town auction houses recently.
A sad-faced woman in a plain
calico gown stood in a crowd. The
loud-voiced auctioneer came to a lot
of plain and somewhat worn furni
ture. It had belonged to the pale
faced woman and was being sold to
satisfy the mortgage on it.
One by one the articles«vere sold,
the old bureau to one, the easy rocker
to another, and a bedhead to a third. *
Finally, th’e auctioneer hauled out a
child’s high chair. It was old and
rickety, and as the auctioneer held it
everybody laughed—everybody ex- •
cept the’ pale-faced woman. But a
tear tickled down her pale cheeks.
The auctioneer saw it, and some
how a lump seemed to come up in
,his throat ami his gruff voice grew
soft. He remembered a little high
chair at home, and how it had once
filled his life with sunshine.
It was empty now. The baby
laugh, the two little hands that were
once held out to greet “papa” from
that high chair were gone forever.
He saw the pale-faced woman’s
piteous looks and knew what it
meant—knew that in her eye the
little rickety high chair was more
precious than if it had been made of
gold and studded with diamonds.
In imagination he could see the
little dimpled cherub which it once
held, could see the chubby little fist
grasping the tin rattlebox and pound
ing the chair full of nicks; could see
the little feet which had rubbed the
paint off the legs; could hear the
crowning and laughing in glee, and
now—the little high chair was empty.
He knew there was an aching void
in the pale-faced woman’s heart; there
was one in his own.
Somehow the day may come and
go, but you never get ov.er it. There
is no one to dress in the morning, no
one to put to bed at night.
“Don’t laugh !” said the auctioneer
softly, as someone facetiously offered
ten cents; “many of you have little
empty chairs at home which money
would not tempt you to part with.”
Then he handed the clerk a bill out
of his own pocket and remarked,
“Sold to the lady over there,” and
as the pale-faced woman walked out,
with the little high chair clasped in
her arms, and tears streaming down
her cheeks, the crowd stood back
respectfully, and there was a sus
picious moisture in the eyes of the
man who bad bid 10 cents.—Detroit
Free Press.
Keeping- Letters.
It is trouble, not good, that arises
from old letters A package has
fallen into my care to be disposed of
as thought best. It contains letters,
bills, receipts, some papers of value,
and others worthless. In order to
sort the chaff from the wheat, they
must be carefully examined. Ah,
what unthought-of secrets they dis
close—family troubles of which the
world never dreamed; bitter heart
aches where we thought all was
serene; love letters, sacred for their
time and place, ridiculous now; a
whispered suspicion of slander upon
a name we thought was as pure as
snow, and we arc left to w inder
whether it is true or false. ( 1 let
ters. What can they be good for ?
Their mission is ended.
“I may like to read them while re
covering from an illness,” says some
one.
Pshaw ! as if these would be tonic
you needed at such a time! Better
far a breath of pure air. We are all
prone to brood too much at such
times, and need no such help in that
direction. Let this plea for the burn
ing of letters be a strong one. Bus
iness letters should be tiled and
labeled. Have a blank book into
which to copy such dates or extracts
as may be of value in the future for
references. This can be done when
letters are answered. Then burn
them ajid see the ashes. It is the
sorrows instead of the joys, that
most letters contain. They are the
safety-valve for deep feeling from
friend to friend, good in their time,
but sometimes worse than useless in
the future. Every day brings new
experiences. We are constantly
changing, and in many cases would
be ashamed of our own letters written
ten years ago.
Village Bells.
We never hear a bell ringing at
eventide but that we jiause and listen
thoughtfully to its mellow cadences.
Its ever/ thought is a tone to us, and
its musical vibrations throng the
twilight air with golden memories of
happier days.
These village bells that ring us
home to rest and peace after the toils
and trials of the day—how very sweet
they are, and how we learn to love
them !
Did you ever iisten for them when
nearing home? Did you ever wish
in the darkness for the twinkle of
the lights near the hearthside, the
shine of the wistful eyes that watched
for your coming? And for even the
bark of the dog at the gate?
Yes; for we love dearly all the
sweet landmarks of home. We love
the bells and we love the lights; for
they make us think of the ringing of
the bells in the better country, the
shining of the lights on the brighter
shore. And when the labors of
life’s day are ended, let us hope that
the closed eyes will see the shining
and the hushed heart hear the music
of the bells afar, and be welcomed
within the portals of the house not
made with hands!—Tribune of Rome.
Manners are of more importance
than laws. Upon them, in a great
measure, the laws depend. The law
touches us but here and there—now
and then. Manners are what vex or
soothe, corrupt or purify, exalt or
debase, barbarize or refine' us, by a
constant, steady, uniform, insensible
operation, like that of the air we
I breathe. They give their whole form
! and color to our lives. According
, to their quality, they aid morals, they
' supply them or totally destroy them.
NO. 44.