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tehis or sumcbihoh < One copy one year, in advance *1-50 I/not paid ln advance, the term* are >2.00 a year. Ac lub of six allowed aa extra copy, fifty-two numberacomplete the volnme. One Inch one year, ttO; a coinm oae year, >100; ieaa tame tttf three month*. il.OO per inch for first Insertion. and M cents additional tar m— ^ *~ WOOTTEN * CATES, PreprleUrs. WISDOM, JUSTICE AND MODERATION. TEBISt-ll.iO per year in A4 VOLUME XXIL NEWNAN, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, MARCH 1, 1887. NUMBER 20. sertion Notices in local ool ine for each inaertk men ta will be made by the quarter ill transient adv paid for when-hand Announcing candidates, Ac., trictly In advance. Addrem aU oo—wntcnH—to A. B. CATKri, Newnan G« .ten cents per bawd arraaga ad vacua* ■ moat b . WA' Our lives are albums, written through With good or ill, with false or true. WHAT SHE SAID. ••Darlin?." said, and her white hand fell As lightly as an angel's on my brow; •*1-v. ill true to one I lore so well A« 1 do you—and for the rvst, Fond heart. believe me, when I toll you now. You are the one that I love best!” -for why? I could not tell yon if I tried. So. f-md heart, be content with what I say— I would not love another man—be satisfied. And quiet Ail your fears and heart's unrest. For all the time, forever and a day— Yon are the one that I love best!" —George Wflmot Harris. after the act. I went over to speak to . entirely obliterate it. X finally made out several persons of my acquaintance and that it had been a medallion, with a when the bell rang went hack to my seat. | woman's head upon it in relief. The THE MEDALLION. Some thirty years ago I had a room in n building which used to stand on a nar row street not far from Washington square. The building was one of the kirs of Bohemia. My windows, which fcachol almost to the floor, opened into s sort of K-ilcony. This balcony stretched along the entire rear of the house Originally it had ls-en separated into as many parts as there were rooms, but gradually these partitions had been torn stray, and the balcony became a general thoroughfare by which wc went to each other’s wiwiov Ups] it One < at niv ' rooms, always through the s, as there were no doors opening •ool autumn night there was a rap rindow.i My viritor was a newcomer, who was Called Mr. Horry by every body. lie was S hanibomo fellow, tall and slim, with finely cut features and small hands. His dark complexion, his deep brown eyes, hi- blue black curly hair, proclaimed him of southern blood, lie had n small rjnivitely shaped black mustache, which heightened the delicate and refined ap- p ;.ranee of his face. His teeth were ilazzlingly white, and showed as he talked or laughed. lie was rather reserved, I think, hut the eoinriih nee of our needs that night amused nil accidental sympathy between us which afterward grew into a steadfast friendship. lie told me that ho was working in the studio of a sculptor. • I’ve only a dilettanti sort of a talent, though,” he added, ‘‘but then I can earn my living at it. And, besides, I rather like to model Venuses, Phrynes ami Dianas.” lie told me that- his immediate family were all dead; that he hail been brought up in luxury, knew nil the old aristo cratic people of the city, nnd that, as the family estate melted away after his father’s death, ho hail to cultivate his one small talent to get bread. He told this in the liveliest manner and dill not seem at all affected by the recital of t.ho downfall of the family fortunes. This struck me as rather strange. I puzzled over it from time to time, as our conver cation lapsed. At last it flashed upon me. “I’ve “You are in love!” I exclaimed found you out!” “Perhaps I am,” ho replied with one of his happy smiles, which showed hi? beautiful white teeth. And then he started up. “It is almost 2. It’s time to go to bed.” He stretched out his hand and I took it. “What is really your name?” I asked as he pressed my hand warmly. “Ilarry CapreUL Good night!” From this time he was often in my room nnd I in his. It was strangely fur nished, for a number of costly and beau tiful curios presented a striking contrast to the dingy furniture, which looked as if it had passed through the hands of sev oral owners. And there were several rich and exquisite little things which lietrayed the touch of a lady's hand, such as an embroidered tobarco pouch, a leather portfolio with finely worked initials and a few other such things. On a little fable stood an exquisite Sevres vase, and in it there was always a fresh yellow rose. One evening Harry rushed into my room. “Do you want to go to the theatre to night to hear the new play?” That was precisely what I did want to do. but had thought it impossible Itecause of the low state of my finances. “Why do you ask such a question?" I replied. “Well, get ready. Some one has sent me a couple of parquet seats.” We were soon off. In one of the boxes I recognized Miss Harpleigh, who hod been pointed out to me the year before. She resided in Washington, but usually spent ]>art of the season in New York. She was wonderfully beautiful, and seemed to bo very gracious and charm- ing. 1 watched her opera glasses follow the rows of parquet seats back and forth. She was evidently searching for some one. Suddenly ns the glass jiointed toward tlie sjKg where we sat it stopped —••■he appeared to have found the person she was searching for. I looked about at Harry. His eyes were fixed on the stage, it was impossible that she was fazing at the burly broker on the other side of me. I blushed, as an instant fhi<h of vanity suggested the idea that I vas the object of her attention. Soon I saw her take a yellow rose from the bouquet she carried anil slowly raise it to «’ r bps. Involuntarily I thought of Hum ’s vase, and turned toward hiln qikstioningly. He quickly raised his eyes toward the pU.-ries and ineffectually tried to appear as if he had noticed the questioning look I gave him. But the lady still held the S>a*s pointed toward us aud pressed the yellow rose to her lips. I noticed the gentleman standing back of her bend a l^ifie forward and follow tbe line of her 'nsiou. A slight scowl spread over his features. He evidently recognized the Porsju she was looking at, and felt vin dictive toward him. lie leaned further forward and said something to the lady, bne started, dropped the rose, and let tlie glass foil j nto i ler She sat stiU a moment, then shrugged her shoulders slightly, and turned to talk with those next her. She did not again look down at the parquet. After the curtain came'down for the first time I spoke to Harry in an indifferent " av ot Miss Harpleigh and the gentle- m ? n w b° paid her so much attention. I naked him if he knew who tlie man was? ' Yes! he said, with a fierce sort of wenty. «.j know him; he is Walter emek, and I should be sorry for the v Oman who was attracted by him. He ns once the betrothed of my sister.” ^“fod disinclined to say any more xv ^ not ur S c him. e had gone to the wndring room Harry did not return and I saw no more of him that evening. I felt strange and uneasy, as his sudden departure was in explicable. When I reached home, I did not feel like going to bed, and bo as usual sat down to my writing. From time to time I got up and walked heck and forth, searching for the right word or expres sion. Whenever I approached the win dow I put my head out to sec if there was a light in Harry’s room. Finally I saw the gleam from his windows, waited a few minutes, as he always came into my room at night after he liad been out, and hi . i‘: -.go departure from the theatre re more certain that he would 1 k* . .a onre. But when he did not come, 1 concluded to go and find the reason of it all. As I stood in front of his window on the balcony, several shadows moved across the curtain. There was something so unusual in this that I hesitated a moment, and then knocked, lightly on the window pane. No one ap peared to hear. There was the sound of deep voices and heavy steps within, rapped harder. ••Wait a minute!” called a strange voice. Ami soon the curtain was drawn anil the window raised. Tlie sight which met my eyes made me gasp for breath for a moment, the shock was so strong. Ilarry lay half undressed on the lied pale, apparently unconscious, with closed eyes and yellow li|>s. slightly opened. He drew in his breath with a gasp. Ilis left hand clutched at his heart, anil on his shirt were great patches of dark red. At the head of the bed stood a cab driver and beside him the janitor of the building, who had opened tlie window. The room was dimly lighted by a single lamp. ••In heaven’s name, what lias hap pened?” I cried From tlie reports I learned that the coachman had been stopped in Fifth ave nue about a half an hour before anil di rected to drive up to a certain house door. There tlie gentleman now lying on the lied had come out. accompanied by two men. One had wished to get into the carriage with him. but had been refused. The gentleman hail given the street and numlier himself, but ill a very weak voice, and ordered him to drive as care fully as possible. When he stopped and opened tlie carriage door the gent leman was i i a dead faint. He had aroused the janitor and together they carried him up stairs to his room, laid him in the bed and removed some of his clothes. “Go at once for a doctor ♦•anti I will wait here,” I said to them as soon as I learned these facts. I looked at Ilarry after they had gone, and tears came to my eyes at sight of his white, motionless face. I took his hand in mine and began to stroke it gently. After awhile he opened his eyes, and looked at me in bewilderment, then he smiled and weakly pressed my hand. I could not utter a word. Ilarry tried several times to R|ieak, but only succeeded after several ineffectual efforts; and then I could scarcely distinguish the words: “Everything is all right—I have fixed it.” lie closed his eyes; but after a mo ment gasped: “My coat!” I handi-d it to him. He tried to put his hands into the pockets, but his strength gax-e out nnd he shook his head and smiled again faintly. I searched the pockets and took out several articles, among them a small folding leather card case. He took this up as I laid it on the bed near his hand and reached it toward me. “For you!” he murmured. As I look it he smiled the same old, hearty, tender smile. As I spread his coat out on a chair a yellow rose fell from a buttonholo. I picked it up, a little startled, as I knew Ilarry had not worn any flower the pre- viius evening. When Ilarry noticed the rose, he motioned me to give it to him. He pressed it to his lips, and two great tear drops rolled down his cheeks. His arm fell down and he again sank into a half unconscious state. His face twitched as if with pain. Ilis loft hand lay across his heart, and the fingers opened and closed convulsively. Pretty soon he opened his eyes again and stared with a look of feverish longing at one corner of the room. I followed his glance. “Bring that,” he said, with an effort. I went to the sjiot indicated. There, upon a little table, lay a board of mod crate size, in the middle of which was a slight elevation, covered with a damp cloth—apparently an incomplete piece of modeling. Beside il lay a few simple modeling tools. I carried the board to the bedside. “Do you mean this?” I asked. Harry- nodded. He tried to raise him self anil I lifted him up to a sitting posi tion. After I had done this ho rested his right hand, in which he still held the rose, upon the cloth, and exerting all his strength, pressed his fist down into the yielding clay. I watched the soft earth slowly creep out from beneath the cloth edges under the pressure. As Harry no ticed this he gave one strong push and then fell lvu-k on the pillow. He did not open his eyes again, nor did he speak, lie drew a few deep struggling gasps and then all was still. I sat some minutes staring at his pallid face and hardly dared to breathe. I gavo a great sigh of relief when the sound of footsteps on the stairs broke tbe ipell by which I seemed bound. I opened the door in answer to a light rap. I am Dr. Van Horn,” stud an elderly man, as he entered the room and walked briskly up to the lied. With quick, dex terous movements he cut away Harry’s shirt and laid his hand upon his breast. Then he beckoned to me to help him and wo laid the body of my dead friend down from the sitting position. I have nothing to do but to certify to the death of this person.” Slid the doctor after he had arranged everything. Did he say anything?” Onlv a few words.” Is suicide probable?” No.” Probably a duel! What do you think?” ••That is possible.” The doctor seated himself at a table, took out paper and pencil and wrote name. age. etc., ofmiy dead friend. Then hq wrote further: “Cause of death—paralysis of heart in consequence of a stab or thrust. Suicide not probable. More likely duel. Opponent unknown.” Then lie left the room. I held the lamp to Hght him down stairs, he thanked me courteously and bade me good nigh t. 1 went back into the room. The im - pulse to speak to Harry, to awaken him was almost irresistible. I could not be lieve that the beautiful, attractive smile hail faded from his lips forever. I took up the modeling board whiefr lav beside him on tbe bed and removed the cloth. I tried to make out what shape the crushed mass had once had. Harry had bean antirely too weak to face was indistinguishable, but the hair was almost uninjured. I also examined the card case which Harry had given me, but it contained only a few cards and a receipt or two. as far as I could judge from my hasty glance. Again there was the noise of steps, and the janitor entered, followed by a gentleman. “The doctor!” I looked at them in astonishment. “The doctor has been here already,” I said. “Doctor who?” I went directly to the nearest surgeon and came back with him myself. Meanwhile the doctor went up to the bed and convinced himself that his serv ices came too late for aid. I told them what had happened, and handed the physician the paper the other doctor had left. “Ah, ah! Dr. Van Horn? The favorite of New York ‘society’! How did he hap pen to come here?” “Who knows?” I said in reply. ‘ ‘Perhaps the man who gave him this thrust sent to discover if it was mortal. The janitor agreed to watch the rest of the night and I went to bed. About noon.the next day I was awak ened by an officer summoning me to ap pear before the coroner’s jury. I told what had occurred under my ob servation, but made no reference to the medallion or the card rase out of respect to Harry's evident wishes. The coach man could not be found. Dr. Van Horn testified that his servant had given him directions, which had been received from another servant. Who had sent for the doctor could not be discov ered, and there could be found no clew to solving the mystery. Two days later we buried Harry Ca- prelli. A few distant relatives and a lit tle group of fellow Bohemians followed his body to the grave. The next morning in The Times ap- peaml the local note: “Mr. Walter Herrick, who has been missed at the Apollo club for the last few days, is out again, though still compelled to carry his arm in a sling. He slipped on tlie steps of the club house a few nights since and sprained his wrist badly.” Not far from this among the society notes were the lines: “Miss Helen Harpleigh, one of the most charming of the ladies who enliven the social season for a month or two each year, has gone back to Washington and will not return this season. There were also a few lines devoted to Harry’s death and burial. I was firmly convinced that Miss Harp- leigh's departure and Mr. Herrick’s indis position were connected with Harry’s death. But I did not attempt to establish my suspicion. I should have felt guilty in doing so contrary to Harry’s wishes. A few months later I happened to pick up the card case, which had lain in a drawer in my desk. A small picture fell out of it. It had evidently been slipped in behind the lining and had escaped my notice. I saw at a glance that it was a tiny photograph of Helen Harpleigh. As I looked at it an idea struck me. I cov ered the face with my hand, and then I saw clearly that the hair was the same as that on the crushed medallion.—John Nitchie in New York News. TRIBE8 OF LITTLE FOLKS. The Three Most Notable Communities ef Dwarfs in Africa. A while ago Mr. Grenfell of the Congo missions encountered on the Bosari river, south of the Congo, the Batwa dwarfs whom Stanley mentions in “The Dark Continent,” though Stanley did not see them. Grenfell says these little people exist over a large extent of country, their villages being scattered here and there among other tribes. Wissman and Pogge also met them a few years ago in their journey to Nyangwe. It was long supposed that tlie story of Herodotus about the pigmies of Africa was mythical, but within the past twenty years abundant evidence lias accumulated of the existence of a number of tribes of curious little folks in equatorial Africa. The chief among these tribes are the Akka, whom Schweinfurth found north west of Albert Nyassa: tlie Obongo, dis covered by Du Chaillu in West Africa, southeast of Gaboon, and the Batwa south of Congo. These little people range in height from 4 feet 2 inches to about 4 feet 8 inches. They are intellectually as well as physic ally inferior to the other tribes of Africa. They are perhaps nearer the brute king dom than any other human beings. The Obongo, for instance, wear no semblance of clothing; make no huts except to bend over and fasten to the ground the tops of three or four young trees, which they cover with leaves: possess no arts except the making of bows and arrows, and do not till the soil. They live on the smaller game of the forest, and on nuts and ber ries. They regard the leopard, which now and then makes a meal of one of them, as their deadliest enemy. They live only a few days or weeks in one place, burying themselves in some other part of the interminable woods as soon as the nuts and other food supplies near their camp begin to grow scarce. When Schweinfurth first met the Akka dwarfs he found himself surrounded by xvhat he supposed was a crowd of impu dent boys. There were several hundred of them, and he soon found that they were veritable dwarfs, and that their tribe probably numbered se veral thousand souls. One of these dwarfs was taken to Italy a few years ago, was taught to read, and excited much interest among scientific men. There are other tribes of dwarfs in Abyssinia and also in Somali land.—New York Sun. PERSONALITY. Our personality inviolate. So sacred, awful and mysterious, Bound in tbe enigmatic boose of fate— Who is there shall nnbar the door for us? The mother holds her child close to her knee; Alas: for the deceptive dream of speech. For in the soul's dim fastnesses doth each From each one dwell apart aa if a sea Ran leagues between them • Naked and alone We come into the world. Our sole appeal Is our great father Time, with lips of stone— God's one true prophet shall all things reveaL —Joseph Dana Miller in Boston Transcript. WHO FIRST DISCOVERED GOLD? THE LAWS OF HABIT. Why the Eyes Grow Tired. People speak about their eyes being tired, meaning that the retina or seeing portion of the eye is fatigued, but such is not the case, as the retina hardly ever gets tired. The liitigue is in the inner and other muscles attached to the eyeball and the muscle of accommodation, which surrounds the lens of the eye. When a near object- is to be looked at this muscle relaxes and allows the lens to thicken, in creasing its refractive power. The inner and outer muscles are used in covering the eye on the object to be looked at. the inner one living especially used when a near object is looked at. It is in the three muscles mentioned that the fatigue is felt, anil relief is secured temporarily by closing the eyes or gazing at far dis tant objects. The usual indication of strain is redness of the rim of the eyelid, betokening a congested state of the inner surface, accompanied with some pain. Sometimes this weariness indicates the need of glasses rightly adapted to the person, and in other cases the true rem edy is to massage the eye and its sur roundings as far as may be with the hand wet in cold water.—Herald of Health. Drill and Its Effects—Habit e Tl; Von Kanke, the Historian. AVlien Andrew D. White was a student in Germany he attended the lectures of Yon Ranke, the historian. In a recent article Mr. White says of Ranke: “He had a habit of brooming so absorbed in his subject as to slip down in his chair, holding his fnger up toward the ceiling, and then, with his eyes fastened on the tip of it, go mumbling through a kind of rhapsody, which most of my German fellow students confessed they could not understand. It was a comical sight— half a dozen students crowding around his desk listening to the professor as priests might listen to the sibyl on her tripod, the other students being scattered through the room in various stages of discouragement.’’—New York Sun. Whore tlie Edelweiss Grows. Tlie Emperor William lias always re gretted that he has never been able with his own hands to pluck, an edelweiss. A loyal Styrian now tells him that there is a spot, probably the only spot in the world accessible by carriage, where tilt edelweiss grows. In a charming country at the foot of tho Hochechwab mountain lies the little town of Aflenz. whence by a comfortable carriage road tlie traveler can easily reach the spot where tlie finest edelweiss in found in surprisingly large quantities.—New York Tribune. Serpent skin is coming into fashion as a covering for books. Ex-Empress Eugenie’s Life. Tlie Empress Eugenie has indulged her self in a little music since her arrival in Naples—the first in nine years. Some of the local Italian talent responded to her appeal, and the tenor. Anton, sang a few charming songsAin Spanish. To the em press’ objection that they would be bet ter accompanied by the guitar. Anton took up that instrument and played him self with a dash, characteristic of the music which he interpreted. Barbieri played one or two selections of Chopin on the piano and then performed in a trio, accompanied by violin and violoncello, the Marquis Casafuerte and tlie Count Caltabellotta playing respectively the violin and ’cello. The empress, it seems, is much afraid of earthquakes—having made her entree on the stage of life in a garden, under a tree, daring a similar convulsion of nature.—Boston Budget. Tbe Dally tbe flywheel of Society. Dr. Carpenter, from whose “Mental Physiology” we have quoted, has so prominently enforced the principle that our organs grow to the way in which they have been exercised, and dwelt upon its consequences, that his book almost de serves to be called a work of edification on this account alone. We need make no apology, then, for tracing a few of these consequences ourselves: “Habit a second nature! Habit is ten times nature,” the Duke of Wellington is said to have exclaimed; and the degree to which this is true no one can probably appreciate as well as one who in is a vet eran soldier himself. The daily drill and the years of discipline end by fashioning a man completely over again, as to most of the possibilities of his conduct. “There is a story, which is credible enough, though it may not be true, of a practical joker, who, seeing a discharged veteran carrying home his dinner, suddenly called out, “Attention!” whereupon the man instantly brought his hands down, and lost his mutton and potatoes in the gutter. Tlie drill had been thorough, and ite effects had become embodied in the man’s nervous structure. Riderless cavalry horses, at many a battle, have been seen to come together and go through their customary evolu tions at the sound of the bugle call. Most trained domestic animals, dogs and oxen and omnibus and car horses, seem to be machines almost pure and simple, undonbtingly, unhesitatingly doing from minute to minute the duties they have been taught, and giving no sign that the possibility of an alternative even suggests itself to their mind. Men grown old in prison have asked to be readmitted after being once set free. In a rtiilroad acci dent to a traveling managerie in the United States some time in 1884. a tiger, whose cage had been broken open, is said to hax-e emerged, but presently crept back again, as if too much bewildered by his new responsibilities, 60 that he was without difficulty secured. Habit is thus the enormous flywheel of society, its most precious conservative agent. It alone is what keeps us all within the bounds of ordinance, and saves the children of fortune from the envious uprisings of the poor. It alone prevents the hardest and most repulsive walks of life from being deserted by those brought up to tread therein. It keeps the fisherman and the deck hqnd at sea through the winter; it holds the miner in his darkness, and nails the countryman to his log cabin and his lonely farm through all the months of snow; it protects us from invasion by the natives of the desert and the frozen zone. It dooms us all to fight out the battle of life upon the lines of our nurt ure or our early choice, and to make the best of a pursuit that disagrees, because there is no other for which we are fitted, and it is too late to begin again. It keeps different social strata from mixing. Already at the age of 25 you see the pro fessional mannerism settling down on the young commercial traveler, on the young doctor, on the young minister, on the young counselor at law. You see the little lines at cleavage running through the character; the tricks of thought, the prejudices, the ways of the “shop” in a word, from which the man can by and by no more escape than his coat sleeve can suddenly fall into a new set of folds. On the whole, it is best he should not escape. It is well for the world that in most of us, by the age of 30. the char acter has set like plaster, and will never soften again.—William James in Popu lar Science Monthlv. A California Woman Give, tbe Credit to John Denton. The closing days of 1846 presented a far different scene to the eyes of Mrs. John M. Murphy, of San Jose, and sister of Mrs. Lewis than the closing days of 1886. Then she was at Donner lake with a party hemmed in by snow and anxioasly waiting for the relief which did not come for weeks afterward. “It is a curious fact,’’shebegan, ‘‘that the credit of the gold discovery was never given to the man to whom it rightfully belongs. It was discovered in the winter of ’46 and ’47 in a cabin in which we were at Donner lake, seated by a fire, each busy with his or her own thoughts. That awful time at Donner lake is as firmly imbedded in my memory as if ham mered there by hammers of iron. As I said, we were seated around the fire when John Denton, a gunsmith by trade, while knocking off chips of the rocks on which the wood was placed, saw some thing shining. He examined it and pro nounced it gold. He then knocked off more chips from the rocks, and hunted in tlie ashes for more of the shining parti cles, until he had gathered a tablespoon ful. He wrapped tho gold in a piece of buckskin and put it in his pocket. When the first relief party came he went out with it, but died on the way, and the gold was buried with him. When I saw my father, Mr. Reed, I told him of the cir cumstance, and, says he, ‘If John Den ton says that that is gold, it is gold, for he knows.’ My father intended to go back to Donner lake to search for the precious metal, but before he started gold was discovered at Sutter’s fort, hence he did not return to the lake. I think that if a thorough search is made gold can be found at the present day at the lake or near it. Not much gold has since been found there, because no regu lar prospect has been made for it. “I have been told that the rocks which we used in the fireplace were washed down to the lake from a mountain, in which gold was, but this mountain was probably many miles away from the lake. “When any one asks me about the dis covery of gold, I say that John Denton was the first discoverer of gold in Cali fornia. ’ ’—Santa Cruz Sentinel. Risks of the Ranch. There is one subject for the considera tion of tho many young men who wish to embark in the cattle ’ business that is but too seldom presented to them, and which they never seem to think of them selves, and that is the value of their in dividual time. If a man is the possessor of a small capital—say $5,000, he will figure on realizing a certain per oent., which in meet cases, by the way, will prove fictitious. But he doesn’t stop to reflect that, since all of his time must be given to make a success of the project, it is only right that he should take into ac count the actual value of his services at home. For example, $5,000 at 20 per cent, is $1,000. Now, it is an open ques tion if a salary just as large as this amount cannot be earned by the average man who gives the same devotion to his work as that necessitated by successful stock raising. If so, tlie $5,000 still re mains to him to place in some perfectly safe investment at 6 per cent, yielding $300 annually. Of course the ranch fever has somewhat abated, but I think the suggestion still holds good as one of vital importance to all who would “Go West.” —Globe-Democrat. A Clock That Beats AH Others. Another great clock has been added to the lsorological wonders of the world—a piece of mechanism that will vie with the elaborate marvel of Strasburg cathedral, and put the processional curiosity of Berne Tower into the shade. The latest effort of the renowned Christian Martin, of Yillingen, in the Black Forest, is said, in its way, to surpass anything of the kind yet attempted. It is three and one- half metres high, two and three-quarters broad, and shows the seconds, minutes, quarter hours, hours, days, weeks, months, the four seasons, the years and leap years until the last sound of the year 09,999 of the Christian era. Moreover, it tells on its face the cor rect time for various latitudes, together with the phases of the moon and a variety of useful information generally confined to the pages of an almanac. It also contains a vast number of work ing figures representing the life of man the creed of Christendom and tlie ancient Pagan and Teutonic mythologies. Sixty separaty and individualized statuettes strike the sixty minutes. Death is rep resented as in Holbein's famous dance, in the form of a skeleton. In another part appear the twelve apostles, the seven ages of man, modeled after the descrip tion of Shakespeare, the four seasons, the twelve signs of the Zodiac, and so on. During the night time a watchman sal lies forth and blows the hour upon the horn: while at sunrise chanticleer ap pears and crows lustily. The cuckoo also calls, hut only once a year—on the first day in spring. Besides these figures there is a whole series of movable figures in enamel, exhibiting in succession the seven lines of creation and the fourteen stations of the cross. At a certain hour a little sacristan rings a hell in the spire and kneels down anil folds his hands as if in prayer; and. above all, the musical works are said to have a sweet and de licious, flutelike tone.—St. Janies’ Gazette. “Hungry Joes” of Society. I wish somebody who couki would tell me what special fascination there is in a meager lunch, with tea or coffee, for jieo- ple who spend hundreds of dollars a week to run their home tables; that even the wealthiest anil best folks in society will pull and push and almost tear each other’s clothes off to get a cup of poor tea, or a thin ham sandwich, or a half dozen raw oysters—sacrificing breeding self respect and all the usual courtesies due from one individual to another on such occasions for this modicum of re freshment? It may seem ridiculous, hut it is nevertheless true, that some ladies have fasted for forty-eight hours to get their appetites in trim for an afternoon tea or an evening entertainment where they expected a particularly good table. And when tlie evening came these ladies were not alone with their unwhet ted appetites. There were others there, too, crushing to the front themselves, or sending their male friends to jostle and jolt and struggle with each other for the coveted edibles. Sitting on stairways anil clustered in hallways, belles and mat rons who would scorn such an indignity in the privacy of their own houses, sip their tea or surround the slippery oyster and seem perfectly content. See the sac rifices made for this little free lunch. Ladies forgetting their maimers and gen tlemen wrecking their nerves and putting themselves into perspiration besides mak ing positive vulgarians of themselves, for a plateful or a cupful of refreshment that might be had at any restaurant for 15 cents or at tlie utmost 25.—Cor. Globe- Democrat. STILSON, JEWELER, 55 Whitehall treet, Atlanta) Ga. New and Full Lines of Watches, Diamonds, Jewelry, Silverware. Clocks, Canes, &c. New G->o Is and New Store, bat n >w, as heretofore, Bailable Goods Fair Dealing and Bottom Prices. 62-26 W. C. Aycock, WHITES BURG, GEORGIA., MANUFACTURER AND DEALER IN Dressed and Matched Flooring, Ceiling and Rough Lumber, Laths, Shingles, all kinds of Mouldings, Sawed and Turned Ballasters, Brackets, ifce., Sash, Doors and Blinds. .My Blinds are wired with patent clincher wire machine, which never break loose, correspondence solicited and special prices given on hills for bnildings. Write fo price Its and discounts on Sash, Doors and Blinds, Ac. 4-52 -Will Take- Forms of the Bank Bill. Tlie American bank bill has followed the form of the American letter envelope. For paper money, if paper money must be used, it is the most convenient possi ble. But there is a prejudice against that form in Europe. The notes of the Bank of England and the Bank of France are scarcely less in size than an old fash ioned blanker newspaper sheet. A draft given by an English or French bank is still larger. Your tailor in Paris gives you a receipt that, after several times folding, you manage to cram it into your pocket book. A queer idea of business attaches to these huge pieces of paper. They will tell you that 6mall drafts, bank bills and receipts do not look business like—that is to say whether there is busi ness or not, it is desirable to make a show of it—San Francisco Chronicle. Wrinkles in the Face. While wrinkles result from the natural working of the system, they may also be caused by a'perverted condition of the system, as are pimples, blotches and boils. Now the human face—unlike that of brutes—was meant to be tlie “mirror of the mind,” the visible expression of every passion, emotion and inmost feeling. Herein is its chief beauty. Hence its nu merous muscles and nerves, whereby it is so wonderfully adjusted to this end. But muscles in constant or frequent exercise increase in volume, strength and readi ness of action. Hence habits of thought and feeling become stamped on the face, and we read so easily the character of the proud, the vain, th.e deceitful and the sensual man, or of the kind, the calm, the energetic, the frank, the candid and the honest man. But there is nothing like care and worriment to plow furrows in the fore head, and these are badly marring the faces of our American women. We pass in the streets women of 35 whose fore heads are more wrinkled than the brow should be at 70. Some of these may not have more cares than others, but they unnecessarily yield to the tendency to express them in the face.—Youth's Companion. Heredity and Environment. Tlie effect of heredity and environment on character and conduct should be care fully studied by those who aspire to the work of philanthropists. It will be de pressing at first; it will make humanity seem like clay in the hands of inexorable and remorseless forces: but it will save an immense waste of time and effort and means, and, by and by, the depression will change to hope, as it is seen that the same law that necessitates degenerations under certain conditions, under others works regenerations.—Amory H. Brad ford in Andover Review. The Public Library. Fiction stalks about and talks to every one, pushing history and the Muses aside at pleasure. Notice what the people at Cincinnati read at the public library: Theology, 117 volumes: philosophy and education. 267 volumes; biography, 563 volumes: history, 995 volumes, geog raphy and travel 479 volumes; politics and commerce, 210 volumes: science and art, 762; poetry and drama. 864: fiction, 13,000; polygraphy, 535.—Christian at Work. A man wedded to his own ideas is a pretty difficult chap to divorce.—Shoe and Leather Reporter. To Drink or Not to Drink. “Yes,” says Jenkins, “I am one of those fellows that can drink or let it alone. When I am where it is I can drink; when I am where it is not I can let it alone.” —Detroit Free Press. Treatment of a “Stye.” There is a row of small glands, which discharge an oily material for lubricating purposes along tho edge of each eyelid. Whenever the outlet of one of these glands becomes closed, inflammation be gins and a “stye” is the result. These are troublesome, sometimes painful. When a “stye” begins to form, shown by swelling and redness of a point on the edge of the lid, applications of cloths wrung out of water as hot as can lie borne often rapidly stop tho progress of the inflammation, probably by freeing the outlet of the gland. When matter forms, shown by the appearance of a yellow point, it should be opened at once. Sometimes a small cyst or sac, filled with fluid, forms in the substance of the carti lage of one of the lids. There may be more than one, forming Httle liard nodules, which are unsightly. Whenever inflammation occurs in them matter (pus) is formed, and there is much pain. Whenever they form they should be cut into and their contents removed. The sac that lines the cyst should be taken away at the same time, to prevent re newal of the trouble by its refilling.— Globe-Democrat. Contracts or Superintend Buildings Tn town or country at te ijonable prices. •Satisfaction guaranteed. 0-2G B. F. KING, IVcwnan. Ga. THOMPSON BROS. Bedroom, Parlor and Dining Room Furniture Big Stock and Low Prices. PAROR AND CHURCH ORGANS, WOOD AND METALLIC BURIAL CASES eplfi- lv Orders attended to at any hour day or night,. arT* THOMPSON BROS Newnan. tta. G.G. MoNAMAKA NEWNAN MARBLE AND GRANITE WORKS. ISON & McNAMARA. DEALERS IN MARBLE&GRANITE MONUMENTS, TOMBS AND HEADSTONES, TAB LETS, CURBING, ETC. fSF~Special Designs, and Estimats fir auyJtsirel work, furnished on application. NEWNAN, GEORGIA National Tunes in France. Gen. Boulanger has supplied the bands of the French army with a complete coUection of the national music of all countries. When the emperor of Brazil visited Paris some years ago considerable difficult}- was experienced in hunting up the national anthem of Brazil, and it is to guard qgainst similar trouble that the great war minister lias armed the buglers with the material in question. Die list, of course, is long. It includes the war song of the Japanese, the “Ode to Kosciusco,” the favorite song of the Poles, and the “March of Rakocsy,” which has so often roused the enthu siasm of Hungarian poets and patriots. “Hail Columbia” Is there, too. So is “God Save tlie Queen.” which is said to be a French air. originally composed in honor of Louis XIV, and in time stolen, captured or borrowed by Handel, who presented it to George I of England. And. by the way, it i; a sort of semi official time in this country, too, and Is called “America.”—New York Sun. Devoutly to He Winlieil. “I firmly believe that a way of ridding the lungs of the tubercular bacilli of con sumption will yet be discovered,” said a well known medical man recently. “That there is an agenev through which this may be accomplished I liave not the least doubt. How or when this will be discov ered no one knows, but many minds are actively yet secretly at work on the sub ject My impression, however, is that it will be an accident tliat will reveal the method to successfully combat and over come the consumption seed. Nine-tenth3 of the human race have inert, if not active, consumption, and when a success ful counteractant is discovered I predict that the average life of man will be in creased 15 per cent”—Chicago Herald. El Shifaa (The Cure) is the title of the —lv ™<vtieal imm.l A Work for Somebody. 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