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■ ■ 11 W H PtrHu The Newman Herald. PUBLISHED EVERY TUESDAY. i. B. CATES, Editor and Publisher. TRUSS OF SUBSCBIPIOH : O n o copy one year, in advance $1.50 If uot paid in advance, the terms are $2.00 a year. A club of six allowed a* extra copy. Fifty-two n o mberscomplete the volume. THE NEWNAN HERALD. WOOTTEN & CATES, Proprietors. WISDOM, JUSTICE AND MODERATION. TEBXS :-■»!.50 per year in Advisee. VOLUME XXIT- >EW>AN, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 8, 1887. NUMBER 17 The Newnan Hebald. PUBLISHED EVERY TUESDAY avK-i or umianue One inch one year, $10; a coluin one year, $100; less time than three months. $1.00 per inch for first insertion, and 60 cents additional for each subsequent in sertion Notices in local column, ten cents per line for each insertion. Liberal arrange ments will be made with those advertis ing l>y the quarter or year. All transient advertisements mast b paid for when handed in. Announcing candidates, Ac., $30 strictly in advance. Address all communications to A. B. CATEri, Newnan Ga Our lives are albums, written through With good or ill, with false or true. LITTLE SEAMSTRESS. Jenny Wilson was sitting sewing by the window of the little shabby parlor that looked out on tiie High street, It was a dull afternoon in November; the sky was covered witli heavy, drab colored clouds; the last few yellow leaves were falling from the great elm in the market place, and there was a raw chill feeling in the air. Jenny was stitciiing away diligently. She liad set herself a task to finish before tea time—a silk gown to mend and alter for the clergyman’s wife, who was going to dine that evening at Rcyhill place. Jenny was not pretty, but she had a fresh, sweet little face, a large, smiling mouth, pleasant gray eyes, and neat, smooth hair. There was something cheery and courageous about the little woman. Life was not very smooth to her. She had to stitch morning, noon and night to keep her invalid mother, and it was hard work to make both ends meet. But no one ever heard Jenny complain. She used to go singing about her work, and up and down the dark creaking stairs that led to her mother’s Ixxlroom. Jenny’s voice was delightful. It did you good to hear it. it was so clear and sweet and fresh, like the voice of some lark on dewy summer mornings. And it had been very well trained by tile organist, who wil lingly devoted his spare hour of an even ing to teaching the little seamstress to play and sing. The market place looked very empty when Jenny looked out on it every now and again to rest her eyes. But presently she heard the noise of wheels, and saw the Rcyhill carriage with Duly Violet herself in it, and another lady, Lady Eleanor Arden, a frequent visitor to Rev- liill place, seated by tier. Lady Eleanor was dark and pale, with a lteautiful melancholy face and large sad eyes— eyes that seemed to haunt you. She was an heiress. People said that she had cared all her life for Mr. Richard Feyne, one of I aidy Violet’s penniless younger brothers. Lady Violet, so tho story rim, would have l>eon very glad to have had her for a sister-in-law, and was always asking her to Reyliill to meet Mr. Feyne~ but he never seemed to regard Eleanor in any other light than that of a mere friend. Lady Eleanor had had a great deal of trouble; she had lost both of her parents and her only brother, and the wealth that would have been such a pleasure to many people, seemed to her only a burden. To Jenny's astonishment the carriage btopjHsi bornre ber mother's house, and the powdered footman rang the boll. Jenny ran to open the door. “Does Miss Wilson livo here?" rsked Duly Violet, from the carriage. “My name is Jane Wilson,’’ answered Jenny, with a vague ho|)e that Violet had come to order a dress of her. “I am a dressmaker.” Duly Violet Sprang out of the car riage and Lady Eleanor followed her. “We want to hoar you sing,” said Lady Violet, pleasantly. “Will you sing to us?" Jenny's little workroom had never held such grand visitors before. It was a dingy little parlor, with horsehair chairs and sofa. There were a few prints on the walls: Tho lord lieutenant of the county, holding a roll of papers in his hand, and with a pillar and -a curtain in the background; “The Mooting of Wel lington and Blucher after Waterloo, ” and a lady simpering at a dove upon her finger. Jenny sat down shyfajto the little old piano, and began, with a certain tremor in her voice, “Angels ever bright and fair." The pure notes, like the song of a lark, rang out through the little room, growing stronger and clearer as Jenny gat liered courage and went on. Lady Violet was warm in her praises Of Jenny’s singing. “Wit you come tip to Rcyhill this evening, and sing to us?” she asked. “We want to have some music; my brother, Mr. Feyne, is so fond of it. What would be your terms?’' she went on. hesitatingly, and with a pretty blush of embarrassment, and then she named a sum which filled Jenny with delight, What would it not buy for her invalid mother! That evening at Reyliill, when the ladies came into the drawing after din ner. they found Jenny already awaiting them, ns Duly Violet had directed. She had dressed herself in her Sunday black silk, with a bunch of violets fastening her neat muslin fichu, and a silver cross —her only ornament—on black velvet round bur neck. Lady Eleanor came up and said a few kind words to her. Eleanor was very gentle, often very si lent, but when she spoke you could not choose but listen, the voice was so sweet, and the words themselves never seemed trivial. The drawing room at Reyhill was sepa rated from the dining room by large folding doors and a heavy brocade cur tain. As Eleanor was speaking Jenny saw an alisent and preoccupied expression come over her face, and, following the direction of Eleanor's eyes. Jenny saw that the curtain had been pushed aside to admit one of the gentlemen. He came up to Lady Violet. “I could wait no longer.” he said; “they were discussing hounds and horses, and I thought it would never end. Now, Violet, when is our music to begin?' ’ Lady Violet introduced him to Jenny as her brother. Mr. Feyne. “Miss Wilson is going to sing to us, Richard." she said. "Will you and Eleanor take her into the hall and settle with her what the music is to be? I must go and ‘talk pretty.’ “she con tinued. in an undertone to her brother, glancing at the other ladies, ’ ’ and pres ently we will come in and listen.” The piano stood at one end of the hall, and here at night it was Richard's habit to sit and listen to music in the dark comer beside the piano, where he could watch the singer almost unseen himself. Jenny followed Lady Eleanor into the hall. Mr. Feyne opened the piano for her and arranged the music. There was a kindness anj a courtesy in his manner which were peculiar to him—a great gentleness and deference whenever he addressed a woman. He was by nature very enthusiastic, and, whatever the en thusiasm of the moment might be (and , the one succeeded the other with great rapidity), it was to him at the time the one great aim and object of -his life. Music was now his passion. A few weeks ago he knew little. about it, and cared lew Now he' could oonceivfe na greater pleasure than listening to music all day and every day. Lady Violet had sung to him until she was hoarse, al though her style of music was not ac cording to his taste. She sang nothing but modem ballads and little French and Italian songs, and had attempted in vain to render classical music to his liking. Then it was that she liad taken counsel of the organist who had recommended Jenny to her. So Jenny sat at the piano and sang one song after another to him. Her reper tory contained chiefly old ballads—such as “My Mother Bids Me Bind My nair”— and solos from the oratorios. Mr. Feyne said very little, but sat in his dark comer witli his eyes fixed on Jenny. It was only when Lady Eleanor said that she feared they were tiring Miss Wilson that ho said in a low voice to Jenny: “Ah, I forgot that I was selfish; I could listen to you forever.” Lady Violet, who liad come into the hall, rang the hell and asked the servant to show Miss Wilson'to tho housekeeper’s room. “You will want something after all that singing;” she said, kindly, “and I have told Mrs. Benson to have some supper ready for you.” Jenny was bowing her way out when Mr. Feyne made some hasty steps towards her. “I cannot thank you enough,” he said, gently; “you have so much reverence and religion in the tones of 3-our voice, that one feels tetter for listening to you.” When she was gone the party criticised her singing. “It is a pity,” said Mr. Reyliill. "that she doesn’t learn something besides those old songs and sacred music. It’sallvery well of a Sunday evening to have sacred music, but one likes a little change of a week day.” Mr. Feyne answered a little hotly that to sing any other kind of music would sjxiil Miss Wilson’s voice. “Don’t you agree with me?” lie cried, turning to Dull-Eleanor, “that her style is perfect. All}' change would be for the worse.” “She sings charmingly,” replied Lady Eleanor, a little vaguely. Whereupon Mr. Feyne returned. “All! I forgot. Lady Eleanor. You don’t care alxmt music. I wonder at it.” Eleanor grew crimson. “I am learn ing to care for it.” she said hesitatingly. The next day at breakfast Richard begged bis sister to ask Miss Wilson to come up again and sing. Lady Violet was only too glad to be able to provide some pleasure for him. She readily acquiesced, but when she and Lady Eleanor were sitting together in the little boudoir, she referred to the subject of Jenny, and found Eleanor far from responsive. Lady Violet's sitting room was a pretty little room overlooking the lake and distant woods. It was simple crammed with knicknacks and pretty little useless things. There were plenty of little tables covered with china and silver boxes and bric-a-brac. There was no such tiling as a reasonably sized table at which any one could write in comfort. There was a great enamel liox of French bonbons which w.is con- tinually replenished, there were plenty of magazines and novels, and a profusion of delicately scented hothouse flowers. Everybody became hopelessly idle directly they entered tho room, and they always spent the momingwith their feet on the fender, carrying on the most desultory conversation. “I am. so glad Richard liked her sing ing,” Lady Violet was saying, “for it will help me to persuade him to stay on here. ’ ’ “Yes,” answered Lady Eleanor, a little drily, “Miss Wilson’s singing may have that desired effect,” “Why, Nell, what’s the matter? there's no harm, surely”—•— "No. no,” cried Lady Eleanor, quickly, “nothing! I feel sure she is a very good girl, it is only my folly. I thought—I fancied—0I1, never, mind. Don't let’s talk any more about it. Let's see this new frix'k of yours. I can't be sure whether I should like the silver with the salmon color. ” And her cheeks still re mained crimson, though she was ap parently occupied with the consideration of Lady Violet's wardrobe. So Jenny came up again and again to Reyhill place, and sang of an evening to Mr. Feyne. He was always courteous and kind. There were moments, so Jenny fancied, when he entirely lost sight of her personality, and only identi fied her with her music, as one might think of a bird. He said many things to her in praise of her voice, but never made her any mere compliments. There was, Jenny felt, a curious relation established between them. Unconsciously, and with out analyzing the feeling, she looked for ward eagerly to these evenings. The dim hall, with its vague scent of violets, the warmth and the luxurious lieauty of the house, after the chilly dinginess of her home, the sense of easy leisure after the toiling and moiling all day brought to the little seamstress an indefinable sense of pleasure. Had Lady Violet been older she would have foreseen the danger, but such an idea never occurred to her. She was much too busy with her own round of enjoyment. And Mr. Feyne himself, absorbed in the pleasure of the music, and too chivalrous and modest to think he was inspiring any other feeling than that of the merest friendship, where it was his intention to inspire nothing warmer, never dreamed of any drawback to liis intimacy with Miss Wilson. There was a little woman staying at Reyliill who always liked to have her share in what was going on. She was a little old spinster of good family and very small means, who spent her life in visiting— going from one great house to another, playing when others danced, writing letters for the lady of the house, going in to dinner with tiie bore of the evening, and jierforming a thousand little duties of tiie kind in return for the hospitality offered her. She was a toady and a mis chief maker, but was so useful that she was still a welcome guest. She liad al ways an inexhaustible store of confidential gossip, and could make herself very agreeable after her own fashion. In per son she was very tiny, with black hair, and bright eyes' like shiny beads. She was very anxious to ingratiate herself with Lady Eleanor, to whom she hail hitherto paid court in vain, and she saw at a glance the present position of affairs. “That foolish Richard Feyne,” she said to herself, “will get liimself into a scrape bv and by, and will lose all his chances with Ladv Eleanor (a good f7,000 a year, and that ’beautiful old place in Hamp shire). He doesn't see what he's doing, and a friendly word in season will put tilings straight, and make Eleanor my friend for life-” So. after luncheon one day. she sidled up to Richard, and asked him to come into the hail to see some art needlework she was doing for his sister. When they were alone she began to her unsuspect ing companion: ‘ ‘I dare say you think me very meddle some, Mr. Feyne?” As a matter of fact, Richard had never thought of her at all. and now he looked at ner startiea aha utterly unprepared ror what was coming. “I have known you so long, she con tinued, “that I must give you a warning. I know you don't see the tiling as others do. but you really mustn't spend every evening listening to that musical little dressmaker. People are beginning to talk.” she went on, inventing on the spur of the moment, “and you don’t know what you have put into her silly little head—she will expect you to marry her; and she is head and ears in love. I assure you, if she comes up like this, night after night, to sing to you,'there will be all kinds of stories. No one re spectable would employ her as dress maker if she sets her cap at gentlemen!" The color rose in Richard’s face to the roots of his liair. For one moment he was too angry to speak, and the foolish woman, taking his silence for a sign of consent, went on arclily: “You are throwing away all your chances with Lady Eleanor. Yes, yes; I know she’s been in love with you ever since slie was a child in the schoolroom: but you can't expect tills kind of thing to last forever, and one day she will get tired refusing all tiie great people who propose to her.” By this time Richard had recovered his voire. “All that you have said to me is utterly faLse and untrue!” he cried, his voice trembling with anger. “Neither Miss Wilson nor myself have ever enter tained for a moment the ideas you have been good enough to impute to us. And if people have talked, they have simply done so because they are malicious anil coarse minded.” The little woman was now frightened at what she had done. “I'm sure I only spoke because I wished to spare Lady Eleanor pain: anybody could see that she cares for you.” Richard was beginning to deny this story too, when suddenly he stopped. Something within him told him that this at least was true, though he hail never tefore known it. The silly woman rambled on incohe rently, trying to excuse herself for med dling. “Of course, it was ruining the girl and I felt sorry for her—Miss Wilson, I mean. A girl’s character is so quickly questioned, and then what remains? I couldn't boar to think of it!” “Do you mean to say.” Richard de manded. furious, “that Miss Wilson’s reputation has suffered in the slightest degree, or that she has been lowered in the eyes of the world, by my fault?” Ilis opponent prevaricated, hesitated, and then finally agreed that it was so. She was so terrified that site scarcely knew what she was saying, and her one idea was to eicapc from Richard, who, erect before her, his handsome face still handsomer with passion, and his angry eves fixed upon her, was ready, so she declared, “to kill her!” “There is only one remedy,” Mr. Feyne said, slowly; “I must ask Miss Wilson to lie my wife. That is, it ap pears to me, the only way to put every thing straight;” and he strode out of tho room, leaving the wretched creature to recover her senses. Without asking any body's advice, without pausing to consid er, lie proceeded to act on his blind im pulse. It was a pouring wet day; the rain had been steadily falling all day and the ground was sodden and the trees dripping with moisture. The landscape looked blurred and blotted, and the only sound in the air was the regular, rhyth mic sob of the rain. Richard passed liefore the hall windows, wrapped in the black Spanish cloak that Lady Violet used to call liis “conspirator’s cloak. ” Ho heard a tap on the _ glass, and turned round to see Lady Eleanor, who smiled and waved her hand to him. “I wish you joy of your wet walk!” she cried laugh ingly. Richard moved hastily away; a sudden consciousness seized him that this really was the woman he woman loved. He had never realized it before: - tained permission to take a short cut now it was too late. He hurried down j across country to Kiukiang, but still with to the little town and rang the bell at ; an escort.—Thomas Stevens’ Letter. Jenny's hotise. The little apprentice 1 showed him up into the parlor, where I „ „ „ . „ - 1 ... ni, 1 Bow Men Die In Battle, presentlv Jennv. with a flushed and 1 ..... -r, . — , . startled face, made her appearance. He ! t J V * ,en w _ p S ot lnto the Brock Road m- went up to her, regardless of his dripping trenchments, a man a few files to my cloak that was making puddles on the j lpf dropped dead, shot just above the threadbare carpet, and began earnestly: ' r, -? l 1 lt T' gr0! “’ 0r slgh ’ or “I am afraid, Miss Wilson, that vou I make l ightest physical movement, have been annoved bv these abomin.able i ojeept that lus chest heaved a few times, reports mill scandalous stories.” He ! The life went out of his face mstanUy, paused, talcing Jenny’s blushes for aeon- htavmg it without a particle of expres- BICYCLIST STEVENS IN MEXICO. NEW YORK’S INDUSTRIAL SCHOOL. Hard Roads to Travel—In the Midst of m Dangerous Mob. Starting from Canton on 0«t. 13, I had expected to reach Kingkiang inside of twenty days; but calculations based on my experience in other countries failed me entirely in China. I found it a totally different country from any of the others I have traveled, both as regards roads, people, accommodation, and ex perience generally. It would be little exaggeration to say that the only roads in south China (the north may be a Tittle different; are the rivers, and no exagger ation whatever to say that the only proper way to travql is with a boat, in which one can travel as in a house. Strictly speaking, there are no roads at all, as we understand the term; only narrow foot paths, leading here, there and every where. and yet nowlisre in particular; an intricate mass of tracks about the rice fields, in which a stranger finds himself hopelessly bewildered to commence with, and invariably lost at last. The first day out from Canton, after traveling, I should think, thirty miles, I found myself in a village about thirteen miles out. Neither are these pathways of that asphalt like smoothness for which an experienced cycler naturally yearns, who sees the pleasant autumn weather gradually gliding past, and the distance ahead still great. On the contrary, bowlders and rough slate of stone, once laid level, but now more often sloping at angles that render them precarious foot ing for anything but a goat or a bare footed Chinaman, are the chief charac teristics. In addition to this they are often not more than two feet wide, and often rise several feet above the waving paddy, so that traversing them is a feat really equal to the performance of walk ing on a wall. Under these circum stances a person frequently thinks of swapping his bicycle for a “pariah yaller, ” and riddling the purp with bullets. Ta-lio was the first city where the au- thorites saw fit to favor me with an es cort. They sent a couple of soldiers with me to King-gang-foo. They evidently knew what they were about, for I should have fared badly had I reached King- gang-foo alone, not knowing the direct route to the Yamen. The soldiers be trayed anxiety as we approached the city; the mob collected, and. while yet several hundred yards from the Yamen. the stones began to come, and wild yells for the Fan Kwaes rent the air. Missiles that would have knocked me senseless had I been wearing an ordinary hat only made dents in the big pith solar topee I had worn through India, and which effectually protected my head and shoul ders. I escaped' into the Y r amen with hut a few trifling bruises and one spoke broke out of the bicycle, but one of the soldiers got liailly hurt on the arm— probably a fractured bone. The soldiers warned them that I was armed, and un til we reached the outer Yamen gate, they confined themselves to yelling and throwing stones; several then rushed for ward and seized the bicycle, but the offi cials came to the rescue and hurried me into the che-lisien’s office. It was pan demonium broke loose around the Yamen gates all the evening, the mob howling for the “foreign devil,” the shouts of the soldiers keeping them at bay, and the offi cials loudly expostulating and harangu ing them from time to time, as the din seemed to lie increasing. Proclamations were sent out by the che-hsien, and, toward midnight, the mob had finally dispersed. I was then placed aboard a sampan, and, with a guard of six soldiers, spirited off down stream. After this the authorities never allowed me to travel by bicycle, but passed me on down stream by boat from town to town, under guard, until we reached Wu-ching on the Poyang IIoo. when, by much persuasion, I ob- Practical Knowledge the Central Idea of the Institution—A Lesson. . The new building of the Industrial Education association, of this city, is now in readiness to be seen, and visitors will be welcomed at any time. From top to bottom the building, which is 60 feet wide and 100 feet deep, has been remodeled and filled with every possible convenience for the training of young people in half a half hundred branches of usefulness. For the cooking class there are facilities for teaching a class of sixty girls at once; in the depart ments devoted to sewing, drawing, mod eling in clay, carpentering, kitchen training, and all branches of domestic service the machinery is simply superb, and there is also a kindergarten for the youngest children not yet old enough to learn any practically useful work. The central idea of the whole institution is that the boy or girl does not obtain in the public schools the practical knowledge necessary to make a living: he or she must get that more or less blunderingly after school days are ended, with the con sequence that the boy who would have made an excellent plumber becomes a bad carpenter, and the girl who would have made a comfortable living as a type writer is condemned to mediocrity in some shop. This great work to which this vener able building is devoted is not in any sense a charitable work, all tho lessons given there having to be paid for, but neither is it a money making institution, and the charges are simply sufficient to cover the expenses. For instance, cook ing lessons cost ten cents a lesson, which pays for the material used in the lesson; the children in the kindergarten pay 50 cents a week; lessons in dressmaking, domestic service, embroidery, may be had at trifling cost from the best of instruct ors. The building has been opened only a few weeks, and although the advan tages offered are scarcely known, pupils are already flocking to its classes. In the departments devoted to children the man agers wish to impress upon parents and the public that it is not in any sense a charitable work, but an attempt to make people understand that technical, manual education is an essential factor to a boy’s or a girl’s whole training; in other words, it is the carrying out of the kindergarten system beyond the kindergarten age: the introduction of technical education in the public schools of Boston and Chicago proves to have been of very great value to the children. In some of our most noted private schools for boys several hours a day are now devoted to manual training, the boys working at carpenters’ benches or blacksmiths’ forges, and soon developing tastes which, when cultivated, may be of the utmost value to them a few years from now. In the famous school found ed by Felix Adler and supported by the Society for Etliical Culture, of which he is the head, half the day is devoted to learning from books and half the day to learning how to d the world’s work. I have seldom heard a more interesting lesson than I chanced to hear there one day, cotton cloth being the subject of the lesson. The boys were required to tel where the cotton plant grew, how it was picked, ginned, spun, woven and made into garments; they knew the average number of bales produced in this country and in Egypt and India, and they were made to explain upon a miniature gin and a miniature loom exactly how the cotton in the fields came to make the shirts on their backs. For the purposes of the lesson real cotton plants, with the ripe bolls, were shown, together with pictures of the fields, and the boy who came out from the lecture upon cotton cloth must have been a very dull boy in deed if he did not understand the sub ject.—New York Cor. Brooklyn Eagle. THE CHURCHES OF MOSCOW. lirmation of his words. "I am deeply grieved,” lie went on, “that any one should have dared to make my name the source of any discomfort to you, but if you wish these stories can be silenced at once. I have come to ask you to be my wife.” It seemed to Jenny as if the room reeled witli her. For one moment, anil for one moment only, she hesitated. Ha continued in a faltering voice: “I am poor, as you know, but I would endeavor to make you happy if you couiil be con tent with the little that I can offer." Then Jenny turned her honest eyes towards him and looked liim full in the face. “I have heard no slanderous re ports. sir.” she said, with simple dignity; “and even had I heard them I coull put an end to them. You have done me too much honor. I could never really suit you. You ought to marrya lady; and,” dropping her voice almost to a whisper, “you don’t love me. sir; and I couldn’t many any one who didn't. I can't thank you enough. ( shall remember your goodness to my dying day; but you must excuse me. sir. and one day you will be glad for wliat I have done.” The tears unbidden rose to her eyes, but. courageous to the end. she made him a little curtsey that had, he felt, a world of grace and dignity in it. and left the room. So the matter ended. But three months after, when Mr. Feyne and his bride were spending their honeymoon in Hampshire, they went for a long ride over the downs, and Richard told Eleanor the whole story. She gave a cry of surprise, and then, putting her hand softly on his arm. ■•Ah. Richard.” she said, "don't yousee. she loved you too well to do you any liarm. and it was because she loved you that she refused you?”—Annie Fcllowes, in Leisure Hour. Telephone Prophecy. The prophet Lsaiah. in the fewest pos sible words, describes the construction of railroads: “Every valley shall be exalted and every mountain and liiU shall be made low, and the crooked shall be made straight and the rough places plain. And the glory of the Lord shall be re vealed. and all flesh shall see it together.” The prophet Habakkuk in the fewest words possible describes the telephone. ‘ -For the stone shall cry out of the wall and the beam out of the timber shall answer it."—Second chapter, eleventh verse; fourteenth verse: “For the earth shall be filled with the knowledge of the glory of the Lord, as the waters cover the sea.” Both of these prophesies are located in a class of dispensations! prophe cies, easily identified.—Cor. Hartford Tunds. ~ sion. It was plastic, and as the facial muscles contracted it took many shapes. TV hen this man’s body became cold, and his face hardened, it was horribly dis torted, as though he had suffered in tensely. Any person who had not seen him killed would have said that he had endured supreme agony liefore death re leased him. A few minutes after he fell another man, a little farther to the left, fell with apparently a precisely similar wound. He was straightened out and lived for over an hour. He did not speak. Simply lay on hi9 back, and his broad chest rose and fell, slowly at first, and then faster and faster, and more and more feeble until he was dead. And his face hardened, and it was almost terrify ing in its painful distortion. I have seen dead soldiers’ faces which were wreathed in smiles, and heard their comrades say that they had died happy. I do not believe that the face of a dead soldier, lying on a battlefield, ever truth fully indicates the mental or physical anguish or peacefulness of mind which he suffered or enjoyed before his death. The face is plastic after death, and as the facial muscles cool and contract they draw the face into many shapes. Some times the dead smile, again, they stare with glassy eyes, and lolling tongues and dreadfully distorted visages at you. It goes for nothing. One death was as painless as the other.—Wilkeson’g “Recollections of a Private.” Gold and Paper. A paragraph in one of the state papers as to the relative weights of gold coin and paper money has made a demand on druggists for the use of their scales. It appears that a question was raised as to the number of $1 bills required to equal the weight of a $0 gold piece. The guesses ran all the way from ten to one hundred or more, but the scales showed that seven bills will just tip the scales down on the side where the paper money is placed. Tests here in Hartford give the same results, their being a very slight variation when new hills are used.— Hartford Times. What is commonly called friendship even is only a little more honor among rocues.—Thorean. Change of Tactics. It was one of the maxims of Napoleon that an army ought to change its system of tactics every ten years. His meaning was, that success does not rest upon forms, which can be copied by other armies or generals, but upon living energy and-intelligence, which are always cap able of devising new combinations; and that formalism of any kind is death to armies, as to other institutions. A Protest Against Cheap Rooks. The custom of “wiring” books instead of sewing the sheets together, was im ported, we believe, from America, and is there used almost universally. Even costly scientific treatises receive this abominable treatment. Here it is at pres ent used chiefly for the cheap and ephem eral literature, which perhaps it is not unsuited for. But book buyers should refuse to take copies of valuable books that have been wired. All that is neces sary to avoid receiving them is to state when ordering copies that “wired” ones will be refused. If the publisher declines to supply sewn copies, the buyer should order the work in sheets and have them bound up by a competent bookbinder. The extra trouble and cost will not be wasted. It is unnecessary to explain tho mischiefs arising from the use of wire; they are palpable on inspection.— London Literary World. The Habit of Snnday Staffing. This habit lias grown to be common in our large cities, where men live at a dis tance from their business places, and, therefore, take a light lunch every day during the week. When Sunday comes they have leisure for breakfast, and little exercise during the forenoon: then have a royal dinner at 2 o’clock, and perhaps lazy lounging and “lying off,” as it is called, during the afternoon; they thus eat twice as much on Sunday as they do other days. The appetite is just as good as it would be if they were engaged in their ordinary occupations, but the needs of the system are not half great when a person is idle as when he is actively or laboriously engaged in busi ness, and the result is that Slonday is a blue day to very many. It is a day of headaches and ill feeling, and by Wednes day, perhaps, they get back into the nor mal track again, and by Saturday are ready for another stuffing on Sunday. We believe that dyspepsia in city men originates, in nine cases out of ten. in the practice of overeating and taking little exercise on Sunday. — Phrenological Journal. The Stamp Collecting Mania. The mania for collecting postage stamps seems to be gaining more ground than ever in France. Among the most famous collectors in France is a man who has over 1,000,000 postage stam]>s preserved in 130 richly bound volumes, and another who keeps two clerks employed in classi fying and arranging his enormous col lection. Added to this, there are in Paris about 150 wholesale firms em ployed in the trade, and one of the best known of these has lately offered from £20 to £40 for certain stamps of the year 1836. Tuscan postage stamps dated" be fore 1860 will be paid for at the rate of £6 each, while stamps from Mauritius for the year 1847 fetch £80, and French stamps of 1849 are quoted at £1 each.— Paris Cor. London Telegraph. Twenty-four hours after the Oregon “Chinook,” the warm wind, reached Fort Keogh, M. T., the mercury had n 90 dears. A City of Spire*, Dome*, an:! Miinretn— Womlers of tho Kremlin. I ::m informed that tlvre are in Mos enw about 1,000 Greek churches. They ire a com posit of Catholic, Moham medan. and Oriental architecture, and probably the most beautiful churches in the world. When the ornate and won derful St. Basil church was completed the architect was asked by his master, Ivan the Terrible, if that effort was his very best; if, under an}* circumstances or for any consideration with any amount of money, he could construct a more beautiful edifice. The reply was that lie could not—to make a more beautiful structure would be impossible. Thereupon the architect's eyes were put out that even he should not copy this sublimely beautiful creation. 1 think that not one of those thousand churches has less than three minarets and domes. Most of them have five, some have twenty-five—always an odd number—for a grand central effect—and some have in the neighborhood of fifty to 100. They are colored white, green, red, or blue, or are colored with silver and gold. Most of them have chimes of bells, and I presume that there are in the city of Moscow, 8,000 bells. It was but recently tliat I stood on the eminence— about six miles west of the city—where Napoleon stood that eventful day when he first beheld those 5,000 minarets, spires, and domes, and the Kremlin's golden roofs glistening in the sun, and whence he surveyed the treasurers which he thought would soon be at his disposal. I traversed the same road which he took when he marched liis 500,000 men to an expected victory that proved to be the most melancholy de feat recorded on the pages of history. The immense treasures of the museums in the Kremlin liad been removed and the sullen Muscovites applied the torch to their own devoted homes. The sequel is well known. Moscow has been re built and its treasures and relics have been returned, supplemented by the emperor's cannons and flags and numer ous trophies taken from the fleeing in vaders. To enumerate the wonders of those Kremlin museums is impossibles To describe any of them is to select one jeweled crown out of many, one diamond out of millions. Silver and gold, malachite, lapislazuli, jasper, rubies, diamonds, and sapphires are not only worked into crowns, thrones, and vestments in almost endless profusion, but they are even formed into furniture and make fireplaces, walls, and ceilings. Just there is the tocsin bell which ounded the signal jfor plying the torch to the city. Here are the red stairs upon which Napoleon ascended the throne of the Romeloff kings. There is the sword with which the Terrible Ivan beheaded his own sons. Here the furs that once enveloped the form of Catherine the Noble And here again, are the tools with which Peter the Great worked when he built ships and empires—for it was his knowledge of the wants of his people that gave them the mighty im pulse which yet jars the two continents. Then we were shown through the great throne-room, the silver rooms, the old rooms, the pink rooms, the white rooms, the blue rooms, the jasper rooms, and the crystal rooms, and then we wound up intricate staircases to the se- ret trial room—still higher, to the dun- ;eon and execution room*, where voices were stifled without remorse and where cries could not be heard by sympathiz- friends. The far-famed bell exceeded my school-day expectation as to size, anu uot to mislead in speaking of it I tried my measuring tape arourid it. It at first hung—if it ever was hung—on a low wooden frame within the Kremlin walls. The frame was accidentally burned, and when the bell fell to the ground a piece seven feet in hight was broken from its disk. I was not there when the event occurred, blit I venture the assertion that that bell, with a downward orifice of twenty-six feet diameter, was not buried in the ground, a3 historians rec ord was the case. The bell measures seventy-eight feet in circumference and is, I think, about twenty feet high. I am aware that cycloped ists give the meas urement as sixty feet in diameter and nineteen feet three inches as the hight. Against this I simply set my own meas urement. The iron clapper is about nine feet long, and is said to weigh forty poods, or 1,G00 pounds. I did not lift it. The statement is, I think, quite correct. —Demas Barnes in Brooklyn Eagle. Size of the French Army. France has already a larger army than Germany, and the Germans admit that the French have 75.000 more men in their army than they have. The French have 570 more guns than the Germans, but the German cavalry is superior to that of the French. The French army on a peace footing amounts to a hour 500 000 men, but on a war footing it can nail together over 2,000.000 of soldier : who have been fully trained, 100.000 more who have been partially trained, and over 500.000 who are untrained. Its army on a war footing would num ber over 4,000,000, or fully 20 per cent, of the male population of France.—New York Tribune. Trick of a Travelin" Doctor. Several months ago one of th^sc Traveling healers of all diseases came to Dutr.it with a great flourish of trumpets, anti i:i n days th3 fame of his wonderful cures spr* ;:<i abroad .and filled his rooms with crow.-lsof lame, hal and blind. I went over one day * > see birr lay on hands and heal. One of hi-patient? was a young man who alleged that his right arm h»d been useless for months. TJw great quack rubbed it, and the patient experienced great relief. He came again au.i again, and in a week was completely cured. There was another with spinal complaint, a third whe had been deaf for ten years, and sewral others who were almost blind. All were cured. Some of us were amazed at these wonderful '*ures and after the quack had worked the •■own for what it was worth he vanished with a wallet stuffed with bank bills. It was only the other day that I heard something drop. I learned then, from the very best authority that the "do'-tor”’ employ ed no less than twenty-one different “j>atients r to travel with him from city to city and pass themselves off for residents and lie “cured” of their ailments. We are a gullible people. The biggest frauds upon earth find a rich crop on American soil.—M. Quad hi Detroit Free Fress. Sleep for the Nervous. Every one should Jiave eight hours deep, and pale, thin, nervous persons re quire ten, which should be taken regu larly in a well ventilate; 1 room. D. B. D (EBERT! & C0, ATLANTA, GA. No Introductory Chat with our friends. There is no apol ogy to offer for this, either, because this is a BUSINESS ADVERTISEMENT! And Don’t You Forget It !• CLOAKS AND WRAPS! We can openly defy the whole state *11 these goods. We have an overwhelming stock ami will close them out at wonderfully low prices. The winter has only be- znn. The prophets and the “goose bone” all predict eold weather ahead. Como while we can afford to give you finely bargains. Jerseys at very “low cut” prices -away undo what they were earlier in the season. KNIT UNDERWEAR! Here again we arc defiant, because nobody can touch us. Knit Underwear for Ladies, Children and Men. We do all the business of the town in this line, and are not afraid of being touched by factory prices. We have bought out the facto ries and are underselling them. LOWER YET. On Flannels and Pant Stuff, we are ahead of the closest competitors. We have an immense stock, and everything is down to low rock prices. A new and extensive stock of handsome holiday goods, something useful and something to please everybody. Water Proofs and Repellants For ladies’ and childrens’ suits. We know we are underselling everybody here, and we say it boldly. Cotton Flannels, from 5c to 20c, immense bargains, and you will not fail to sav so when vou get the Ijnods. New Wool Hosiery. New Wool Mittens, for ladies and children NeW Silk Mufflers. New Silk Handkerchiefs, we have them from 25 to 50c, sold last season at from50.to 75c. New Cotton and Linen Handkerchiefs in great variety, very low. Let everybody blow theirhorns, hut’yoti will make a mstake'if you fail tocome to us for any of these goods. Blankets from 85c to $15.00. 10 per cent, low er than any house in Georgia. Comforts from 50c to $8.50 and $4.00. Now these are big values, and we won’t deceive you when you come. DRESS GOODS. A fearful reduction in everything we have in the way of Dress Goods. We have a heavy stock, a superb selection, choice material, and we in tend to surprise everybody who will come and look at them. New Evening Silk in great variety. New Silk Cord and Buttons to match for evening trimming. The handsomest line of Holiday Millinery ever brought to Atlanta. Gr OVBS. New Kid Gloves in all colors, 50, 65, 75, $1 and $1.50. Our $1 Gloves are guaranteed. TABLE L.I3VBNTS. 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