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VOL. I.
S ANDERS YJLLE GEORGIA, MARCH 21, 1873.
NO. 38.
M. G. MEDT.OCK. JETHRO AEUM. B. L. RODGERS
By Medlock, Arline & Badgers.
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Whicli P
Which shall I choose? Ah, -which indeed ?
Which lor my love doth loudest plead ?
Nellie‘ with eyes of deepest blue,
Sweet Maud, with locks of golden hue
Or roguish, witching, black-eyed Sue
I love them all so well,
I really cannot tell.
Nellis, dear girl. I’ve longest known,
Her heart, I ween, is ail mine own;
I read it in her tell-tale eyes,
Her secret on their surface lies,
She breathes it in her gentle sighs ;
She’s loving, kind and true,
Alas ! what shall I do ?
Maud, lovely maid, is passing fair,
And she hath such a regal air;
How well she’d grace a palace grand,
E’en kings might bow at her command;
Ah, well-a-day, I’m quite unmanned,
But were the truth confessed,
I think I love her the best.
But stay! there’s merry, black-eyed Sue,
The sweetest girl I ever knew, _
She’s not so fair as Nell, in truth,
Nor half so grand as Maud, forsooth,
And yet—have pity on a modest youth;
I know she’d ne’er refuse,
Afi me! which shall I choose ?
Were they not all so true to me,
My way I might more plainly see;!
I could not break poor Nellie’s heart,
And were I false, .Maud’s pride would
smart,
From Susie I should grieve to part;
Two hearts must bleed for me,
Would I could wed all three.
Well, I have been a precious fool,
Worse than the dullest imp at school!
Would you believe it, I, Fitz Dunn,
*" My father’s most respected son _
Have been refused by every one;—
These maidens three, I find
Are scarcely to my mind.
Nell is insipid, Maud's too tall,
I much prefer a maiden small;
Susie’s petit, but I aspire
To something nobler,somethinghigher,
Not one’s the style I most admire;
On some more worthy shrine
I'll lay this heart of mine.
Medfield, July, 1870. E. M. P.
SELECT MISCELLANY.
[Written for the Herald.]
CLIFFORD LYLE.
BY SUNBEAM.
[Continued from No. 36.]
“Great God! ’Tis she, herself—
my own, my darling Lilia!—but no,
it cannot be—’tis a youthful, girlish
face, and poor Lilia, passed away
long years ago, and pet, oh! heavens,
how like my own loved child!”
Then turning to the signature.
“Clifford Knox Lyle”—Lilia’s
daughter, my only grand-child”!
As influenced by contending emo
tions his withered face paled and
flushed, alternately, while large quiv- i
ering teardrops roiled down his time-
scarred cheek, as he perused, and re
perused the unrestrained out-pou
rings of her lonely, aching heart.
Tenderly laying aside, the tear-stain
ed sheet he' sprang excitedly to his
feet exclaiming.
“Just God! Lilia’s child a beggar,
unloved and alone to battle with life’s
surging billows, no strong hand, no
loving voice to guide and cheer her,
mid the quicksands, shCals and break
ers, alone, all alone? Oh! no, it must
not, cannot be. A Knox an object
of charity, dependent upon the grudg
ing bounty of heartless strangers?
never!" never!!
Again reading as if to reassure him
self, he continued.
Yes true, sadly true. Verily, Ven
geance is mine, 1 will repay”, tardy,
tho’ sure and terrible the retribution
for my inflexible firmness, nay ob
stinacy, my unnatural conduct to
wards my gentle Lilia.”
Gathering up his letters, he hurri
ed to the Liorary, where the morn
ing was spent in writing to Clifford
and Dr. Summers.—Having finished
he rang for a servant, who soon made
his appearance.
“Here Willet, take these letters
down to the post office immediately.
Hurry now, it is highly important
that they go to day"
“One evening after an unusually
irritating domestic scene, Clifford
Lyle retired to her apartment, almost
bereft of reason. That Mrs. Summers
was the victim of an unaccountable
though causeless jealousy, was too
painfully obvious to admit of a mo
ment's doubt, but she could devise
no feasible plan whereby to extricate
herself from a position so humiliat
ing and embarrassing. Nothing had
been left untried that promised the
faintest shadow of release. She had
written to her grand-father, and was
treated as she supposed, with silent
contempt, had repeatedly applied for
situations as teachr or governess, but
in every instance was doomed to dis
appointment. As these stem facis
were presented to the mind of the
despairing girl, a change instantane
ous aud marvelous swept over her
passive features. Her placid brow
contracted with anger, beneath which
dark eyes glowed and flashed with
defiant desperation, her delicately
chiseled nostrils expanded with ex- ;
citement, while her tightly compress- i
bps were livid with suppressed**
emotion. Impatiently stamping her
foot, she angrily exclaimed.
“ What am I to do ? What course
shall I pursue ? Tamely submit to
insults of the most degrading char
acter? listen daily in silence to
false, unmerited accusations? (the
mere recollection of which crimson
ed her pale cheek with blushes,)
meekly bear with sealed lips those
base libels against my perfect • puri
ty of motive and action? regard
with stoical indifference those das-
point beyond
ance ceases to be a virtue.’ I had
hoped that my silent forbearance
and apparent indifference would
serve as a damper, resulting in their
entiie cessation, but frequent repe
titions convince me that my inoffen
sive weapons have proven wholly
ineffectual. If a raging storm must
{ precede a calm—be it so. I will at
east satisfy her that I. am not the
‘insignificant, designing upstart' she
is pleased to term me, but a true
woman resolved at every hazard to
vindicate my honor.
Oh! how I pine for freedom from
this worse than Egyptian bondage.
Never did the murmuring children
of Israel sigh for the flesh pots of
Egypt, more than I for release both
mental and physical.
Raising a paper to screen her face
from the fire’s glowing heart, her
eyes wondered abstractedly over its
columns, when suddenly her atten
tion was arrested and gaze rivited
upon the sheet. With a quick, ner
vous start she drew the lamps near
er and read
Wanted—An educated lady of
good family, as companion for a mid
dle-aged invalid lady. Early appli
cation will secure a pleasant home
and remunerative salary. Address
—E. D. P , T , Ala.
With a voice tremulous with emo
tion she reverently ejaculated—
“Bless the Lord, Oh my soul, and
all that is within me bless His holy
name.” The means of escape are
at last within my grasp. “A pleas
ant home,” she feelingly murmured
again, glancing at the talisman of
hope, “Oh, how many bright, holy
associations cluster around that sim
ple yet hallowed word “home"! But
this is no time to indulge in idle
thoughts. I must apply at once.”
She replied to the advertisement,
frankly stating her condition and at
tending circumstances so far as con
sistent with her ideas of prudence
and propriety; then retired with a
greater sense of relief than she had
for a long time experienced. Sooner
than anticipated the much longed
for response came, that wogld either
shroud her in deeper gloom, or re
kindle the feebly flickering star of
hope.
In anxious, eager excitement she
hastily broke the seal, and • with ex
treme agitation extracted the deli
cately perfumed note that was to
decide her fate. A moment’s sus
pense only and the relieved, delight
ed girl, ’mid a sparkling shower of
tears, gave vent to her feelings in
the glad cry—
“Joy, joy, forever! my task ia
done!” then smiling at her own en
thusiasm the overjoyed, impulsive
creature raised her tear-bathed eyes
and poured forth the fervent thanks
of a greatful heart to the Great Giv
er of all good. Without delay the
glad tidings were communicated to
the family. Dr. Summers was great
ly surprised at her decision, though
gratified at her success, since it af
forded her so much pleasure, bat at
the same time expressed extreme re
luctance to relinquish his claim and
resign her to the care of others.
Mrs. Summers received the intelli
gence in scornful silence.
Arrangements were formed, and
preparations made forthwith to ef
fect her departure at an early hour
the morning following. Fortunately
the funds in Mr. Lyle’s possession
at the time of his death, and subse
quently delivered to Clifford, amply
sufficed to supply her immediate
wants and defray traveling expenses;
thereby enabling her to decline un
hesitatingly the acceptance of pe
cuniary assistance so generously
urged by Dr. Summers.
A cold, formal adieu to Mrs. Sum
mers, a loving kiss to her young
friend Gracie—and Clifford Lyle had
left forever the abode, where had
been endured the bitterest trials of
her young life.
She was accompanied to the de
pot, by Dr. Summers, and after re
peated assurances of friendly re
gard, and many kind wishes for her
future welfare, she was borne rapid
ly away. Within a week her jour
ney by railroad was accomplished,
securing a carriage and giving nec
essary orders, she shortly found her
self in front of an imposing brick
building, surrounded by handsome
arranged grounds, situated on the
outskirts of the charming little town
ofT .
. She had scarcely alighted, when
the door opened, giving egress to
quite a young man, prepossessing in
appearance, who hastened forward
to perform the duties of host, with
a captivating grace and dignity of
manner unusnal in one of his years.
A mutual introduction—few frivo
lous commonplace remarks, and the
two had entered the spacious hall,
at the extreme end of which, Clif
ford was ushered in a commodious,
exquisitely furnished apartment con
taining a sole occupant—a fair, frag
ile, middle aged lady, seemingly a
confirmed invalid, who smilingly re
ceived the new comer.
Miss Lyle, allow me to present
my mother, Mrs. Preston,” and with
a bow the young man retired. A
warm pressure of the hand, a kind,
cordial greeting uttered in gentle
tones, affected the yearning nature
of the excitable girl almost to tears.
You must feel weary and worn
out with fatigie my child, travelling
such distance, ‘there” pointing to a
closed door, “is your room commu
nicating with my own take off your
hat, make yourself comfortable and
rest until (tinner which will be serv
ed at two.”
he pushed through the excited, gap
ing croud hoping to effct their escape
from the outside. Vain the hope; toe
devouring element menacingly bid
defiance at every point. _ 8 e e i n
knowing they must inevitably peri
the wretched man overcome by ex
haustion and horror, with a soul
piercing groan, fell to the ground in-
sensibe.
Dr. Summers never regained con
sciousness, brain fever of the most
violent form ensued, terminating in
a few days, his existence.
Anxiously and .impatiently Mr.
Knox awaited the arrival of his
grand-daughter, and as months glid
ed on and still no tidings, he wrote
again.and again to Dr. Summers and
Clifford Lyle—but no response.
Wholly at a loss to conjecture the
cause of their unaccountable silence
and thinking she had perhaps be
come reconciled to her lot—the old
man wondered at her strange incon
sistency, charging her with base in
gratitude and deception—and yet,
he could not associate with that
sweet, guileless face, he had learned
Glad of an opportunity to escape to love so well, anything that sa-
observation, Clifford immediately en- r vored of meanness,
tered the apartment indicated, *and ( “No”—said he after months of
really tired was soon wandering‘mid ‘ torturing suspense and anxiety,
“there’s something wrong, and Pm
the fanciful scenes of dreamland,
The day succeeding Clifford’s de
parture from Evergreen, Dr. Sum
mers in making a professional call
was highly entertained, by an inter
esting, exciting biblical discussion
between two eminent Divines, either
side being sustained and defended
with such strong, convincing argu
ments as to deter him from arriving
at any satisfactory conclusion in re
gard to the subject. However on his
return home wishing to settle in his
own mind the agitated question, con
cluded to refer to, and abide the de
cision of his favorite author of some
standard commentary. Summoning
his daughter Gracie ne directed her
to bring from his study the required
volume. Shortly afterwards, the
young girl bounded in theToom, her
soft azure eyes luminous, and cheeks
flushed with excitement, holding a-
loft a letter.
“Oh! papa, here is a letter I for
got all about. When you were in
New Orleans last summer, Dandy
handed me the mail one day while
mamma was absent; the papers I
laid on your table, and this letter,
the only one, I -placed within this
book, which I was reading, intend
ing to give it to mamma, when she
returned, but never thought of it
again, until I picked up the book
just now. I’m so very sorry, but
indeed I forgot ail about it.”
Taking the letter, Dr. Summers
quietly remarked— “Very careless
and thoughtless of my little daugh
ter, nothing important though I
guess,”—glancieg at the post-mark,
“San Francisco! why Graice, child,
how much I regret this occurrence,—
this, is from Miss Clifford’s Grand
father—Mr. Knox.”
Reading and refolding the letter
with a sigh, Gracie inquired.
“What does he say papa?”
“Why he’s anxious that she should
go to him, immediately, how strange
ly he must think of us—Clifford and
myself, however I will write to-night
making a satisfactory explanation to
both: how unfortunate my daugh
ter that you did not recollect it soon
er.”
After tea, Dr. Summers withdrew
to his study for the purpose of mak
ing the only reparation in his power
for his seeming neglect. Having fin
ished writing he remained until a late
hour, engaged in reading. On open
ing the door, a sudden draught of air
extinguished the the light he held in
his hand; to ignite a match and re
light the lamp was the work of a mo
ment, lightly tossing the burning frag
ment in the direction of the fire place,
not raising his eyes to mark its fall,
which was upon a pile of old papers
left on the floor for removal. Little
thinking of the danger that lurked
within the combustible heap, he
secured the door and retiring immed
iately, was soon wrapped in the sound
sleep of health.
After a few hours he awoke with
a peculiar stifling, suffocating sensa
tion, and a dread of some awful, im
pending calamity. Rushing to the
door he found the interior of h i s
building enveloped in flames. At
that moment a loud, long, appalling
scream rang shrilly out on the still
midnight air, quickly followed by an
other and still another. Too well the
terrified man knew they issued from
the apartment occupied by his two
younger children. Hastening to their
rescue he was confronted by a flam
ing wall, that angrily forbade ap
proach.
Ever and anon amid the roaring,
hissing fire and falling timbers, was
borne to the ears of the distracted
father the piercing shrieks of h i s
helpless children. Directing Mrs.
Summers and Gracie to. escape from
a window arouse the servants and
give the alarm, he resolved to save
them or perish in the attempt. On
ward he pressed, regardless of dan
ger, battling with the glaring, firery
billows, but was again forced to re
treat. Madly leaping from a window 1
ing wrong,
determined to. ferret it out—dolt,
idiot that I am, to watch and wait
so long instead of acting”—rising
and violently pulling the bell, which
was speedily answered-
“Willet”—
“Sah.”
“Do yon recollect two letters' I
gave-you several months since, and
ordered you to hurry to the office,
as it was highly important they
should be mailed without delay?
l)o von remember the circumstance?”
“Berry well boss—berry well sah.”
“There is much depending on your
answer Willet, consequently I want
nothing but the truth. Did you obey
my instructions ?”
“Hat I did sah, dat I did—I tell
yon boss, you don’t ketch dis pusson
swervin way frum de trnfe—fore
God, I’se cler ob dat, mity cler.”
“Did you deposit the letters in.
the office yourself or hand them to
another?”
“Boss, dem letters went to de offis
sho, yes sah, dey went fur tru, caze
I members, berry well all ”
<c But stop—that is not replying to
my question, this is what I wish to
know—did you carry them yourself ?”
“Now boss” scratching his head,
“dats anuder ting—I tell jou all bout
em sah. When you structed me what
to do—Inebberstop for nutting sah
—I clare boss I bin walk so fas am
all I could do to fotch a long bref.
Well—you see boss, as I was a goin
in a mity hurry by de sto, massa
George (datyoung gemman what you
edicated an sot up in bizness arfter
little missis lef you) seed me an say
“stop a minit.” I was in a mity
splutter to get on, howsumever I
sorter slack up jes to see what urn
moot want. Him say (I members
urn berry words) “is you are a goin
to de pos-offis Willet ?” I tell um
“yes sah”—he say “hole on I wants
to sen a letter mysef—I ax um “is
em reddy rit mas George ? caze if
em is’nt not, I clare I has’nt not got
de time to wait—de boss hurry me
miterly—dese is berry purticuler let
ters an am blige tur go to day.” Den
he hole out um han an say—“lem me
see doze letters what quires you to
trabel railroad speed,” I gie um one,
an I spec sumting um bin eat, turn
ginst um an mek um powful sick jes
as um look at de ritin you rit on de
backside—fur um face tun white,
white as your hankcher boss, an ran
hand trimble jes like um had de chill.
Him look at um rite smart while,
den um talk—“what de binder to
pay now? confound de luck! Willet
you can jes go an put dat letter in
de offis. Ise got to go mysef, so I’ll
tek dis an see dat um sholy mail to
day.” I tells um berry well—an goes
bout my bizness. “Is dere anyting
rong bout um boss? caze if dere is
dis pusson' am non-sponsible an means
to be clerd.”
“Give yourself no uneasiness Wil
let, you are all right, you may retire.’
“Yes,” said Mr. Knox musingly,
“as I surmised there’s foul play—on
ly circumstantial evidence ’tis ture,
but sufficiently strong and clear to
impress upon my mind the oertainty
of young Stanley’s guilt—Villainous
ingrate! I comprehend perfectly his
base design, the letter to Clifford was
withheld with the view of preventing
a reconciliation, thinking thereby to
secure to himself at my death my en
tire possessions—vile scoundrel—but
I’ll foil him yet.”
Writing a letter a servant was sum
moned.
“Now, Willet here is a letter I want
you to carry to the office yoursef and
see that you tell no one where you are
going. Mark my words—carry it
yoursef, and recollect if you disobey
my commands I shall nt once, dis
charge you from my service.”
“I clare boss you’ll nebber habno
casion fur to do dat. When I was a
nigger, an bin blongs to you I bey
u -ah, in eberyting, den massa
I ob Linkum sen freedom fro an mek
VO cutterd pusson an I’se rite here yifc
an willin to sarve yon jes like a nig
ger, no differnce sah, not a bit.
Need’nt be tall oneasy boss I minds
you sho. I warents yon dis same let
ter goes safe an soun as a dollar for
X tek um mysef sah.”
“Very well, I think Imay trustyou
—you had better attend to it at once.”
Closing the door the old negro
trudgedalong shaking his head
thoughtfully, mattering—
Dere,8 sumting goin on rong in dis
yer house, an ole marster so close
mouf dis pusson does’nt stan de pur-
ticlers, bat I lay dat smnve face, ile-
ly tung sarpent, massa George be at
de bottom ob de hole consarn, yah,
yah, yah—I fine um out is I?—golly r
it teks dis pusson for to sarch out dc
white fokes secrits—yah, yah, yah.
Yes, dats it sho—ole marse he bin
hab a sweet-heart an dat sneakin
chile of satnn wid um hifalutin, hi-
congolarities bin an cut um out.
Wall, wall, dat’ll do—umph! Vast
ly enjoying his fancied discovery he
quickened his pace, and unmolested,
faithfully accomplished the errand.
Mrs. Preston was a widow in af
fluent circumstances, having two
children only—both sons—Eugene
the elder, a barrister of superior
mental endowments and high litera
ry attainments, possessing withal
great personal attractions. Arthur
a handsome youth, gay and jovial
in disposition, was pursuing the
study of medicine.
Clifford Lyle, whom we left wan
dering in the fantastic realms , of
dreams, arose after a long refreshing
sleep, with a sweet feeling of con
tentment to which for months she
had been a stranger. Having com'
{ fleted her simple yet becoming toi-
et, she again sought the society of
Mrs. Preston. She found the trio
assembled. The proud, doting moth
er with an ineffable smile, and man
ner peculiarly her own, presented
her son Eugene. The young man
surveyed with courteous scrutiny
and unfeigned admiration, the vision
of surpassing beauty, which stood
before him—seemingly unconscious
of the magic spell of loveliness. Na
ture had around her thrown. The
unnatural reserve she had acquired
during her residence at Dr. Sum
mers, was quickly dispelled by the
genial air of genuine sympathy, with
which she was surrounded, and
Clifford ‘was herself again’—spark
ling, vivacious and happy—perfectly
irresistible.
Eugene Preston for the first time
in his life desired and exerted him
self to make a favorable impression,
and certainly, seldom had he ap
peared to better advantage.
[to be continued.]
Josh Billings insures his Life.
I kum tew the conclusion lately that
life was so unsartin that the only
way for me to stand a fair chance
with o£her folks was to get my life in
sured, and so I called on the agent of
the Garden Life Insurance Compa
ny, and answered the following ques
tions which were put to me over a
pair of gold specks bv a slick, little,
fat, old feller, with a little round gray
head:—
1. Are you male or female ? If so,
how long have you been so?
2. Are yon subject to fits, and if so,
do you have more than one at the
time?
3. What is yonr precise fiteing
weight?
4. Did you ever have any ances
tors, and ft so, how much ?
5. What is your legal opinion of
the constitutionality of the 10 com
mandments ?
6. Do you ever have the nite-
mare?
7. Are you married and live sin
gle, or are you a bachelor ?
8. Do yon beleav in a futur state ?
If you do, state it.
9. What are your private senti
ments about a rush of rats to the
head—can’t it be did successfully?
10. Have you ever committed sui
cide? If so, how does it seem to af
fect you ?
11. Did you ever have the meezles?
If so, how many?
After answering the above ques
tions like a man, on the confirmative,
the slick, little, fat, old feller, with
goald specs on, ced I was insured for
life, and would probably remain so
for a tirm of years. I thanked him
and smiled one of my most pensive
smiles.
A long lost husband made his ap
pearance in Brunswick, N. C., the
other day, and with tears and $75,.
000 indneed his divorced wife to
kick her second husband down the
back stairs into a pig pen. The
tears might have failed, but the sec
ond argument brought a flood of
love into that woman’s heart that
she could not resist.
Simms’ Dog.
BY MAX ADELEB.
We did not want to take Simms’
dog home for him; but Simms insist
ed npon it. He wanted to go some
where to meet a man and so he plac
ed one end of the chain in our hand,
and left before we had time to re
monstrate. So, as it was absolutely
necessary to do something with the
dog, we concluded that it would be
better to do as Simms suggested, and
take him home. He was a large dog,
and his temper was not of angelic
sweetness. When we started home
with him, he seemed disinclined to
S fo. He appeared to entertain a pre-
erence;for lying down and thinking
An exchange says that there were
but two black men in the last Con
gress; but it is not true. There were
dozens of them—two of them with
black skins, and the rest with black
characters.—Courier-Journal.
Good Brogans, whole »took$1.75 ®pair at
M. A. EVANS A 00.
—prob'ably about the succulence an
juiciness of the bites he had taken
out of various human legs during his
career. When we pulled at the chain
he growled. When we whistled he
rose and shook up the hair on his
spine and showed his teeth. When
we attempted to drag him along by
force he flew at our leg and attempt
ed to help himself to a mouthful, so
that he could in future have another
cherished recollection upon which to
muse and ponder. We dodged him
and seized a cane, one end of which
we inserted in his collar, so that he
could be kept at a safe distance.
Then he was suddenly seized with an
intense yearning to reach Simms’
house at once, aud he started with a
S For three or four hundred
the procession went on smooth
ly enough; but we should perhaps;
have gone more rapidly towards
Simms,’ if the dog had mot been pos
sessed by an irresistible desire to be
sociable with every other dog that
came within a square of him.
Once Simms’ dog obtained too
much sociability. There was a big-^
ger dog, which seemed more anxious
to commune with Simms’ dog than
the latter did with him. The brief
interview ended with a fight. We
were so much interested that when
hostilities began we climbed impetu-
■ From the Popular Science Monthly.
Heat and Life.
THE RELATION OF THE DIET TO WORK. .
We have said that the heat-pro
ducing power of aliments will be thd
more considerable in proportion as
they contain a greater quantify of
elements that need a large supply of
oxygen for their combustion. There*
fore, meat and fat repair the losses
of the system much more speedily
than vegetable substances. The lat
ter are suitable for the inhabitants
of warm countries who do not require
to produce heat, which the atmos-
E here supplies them with abundant*
t. The inhabitants of cold regions,
on the contrary, whose accessions of
heat ought to be as continual as en
ergetic, are urged by instinct to use
meats and fats, which throw out green
heat in their combustion.
For instance, it is a physiological
necessity that the Lapps should feed
on the oil of cetacea, as it is a neces
sity for men of the tropics to con
sume only very light food. The ac
tivity of respiratory combustion and
the kind of aliment thus vary with
climate, so that there is always a
certain proportion maintained be
tween the thermic state of the sur
rounding medium and that of the
animal furnace. In like manner, in:
the same climate, persons who per
form great mechanical labor must
eat more than those who put forth
but little movement. This fact, long
ago observed, has received of late
the clearest and surest demonstra
tion. Yet, perhaps, it is not kept
sufficiently in view in the manage
ment of public aliments. Many ex
amples prove the benefit that indus
try would derive from increasing, in
all possible ways, the amount of
meat used in laborers’ meals.
Quite recently, at a manufactur
ing establishment of the Tarn, M.
Talabot has improved the strength
and sanitary conditon of his work-
by giving, them meat in abund-
'. Under the influence of a diet
men
ance
ously over a fence, # in order, as it almost wholly vegetable each labor-
were, to obtain a better stand point
from which to view the conflict. We
watched the fray from the other side,
while we passed the chain between
the panel and endeavored to soothe
the excited passions of the parties.^
Simms’ dog, we regret to say, whip
ped. Then we concluded to vary the
exercises a little by starting for home
again. But the blood of Simms’ dog
was up. As soon as we began to
cross the fence he made such a sav
age demonstration at us that we
thought it would be a suicide to get
down among him. We determined
to remain where we were. But Simms
animal was inimated by aggressive
zeaL If we would not go to him he
would go to us. So he began to crawl
through the fence at the panel through
which his chain went. Just as he
completed the task we adjourned
with singular promptness to the oth
er side. Simms’ dog looked surpris
ed and grieved, but he emitted a
savage growl and began to crawl back
again. It seemed then as if consid
erations of a strictly personal but
very urgent nature required that we
should return to the previous side of
the fence; and when we did, Simms’
dog seemed to regard it as a sacred
duty to climb back at once. We like
a dog to have perseverance and de-
terminatiofi, and Simms’ dog had.
As these gymnastics were fast be
coming monotonous, we concluded
to vary them; so we let the dog go
and repaired to a neighboring tree.
As soon as the dog arrived he gazed
upward for awhile and drank in the
scene. Then he seemed satisfied,
and lay down at the foot of the tree
to wait till we descended. He stay
ed there four hours and so did we.
We couldn’t desert such a faithful
dog as that. At the end of that time
Simms hove in sight, and, standing
there beneath the outspreading
branches of that noble old monarch
of the forest, turned his face upward
and abused us scurrilously for
not bringing home his dog, as we
had promised to do, intimating at
the same time his belief that we cher
ished an intention to steal the brute.
We should have dropped on Simms’
head aud crushed him to the earth if
his dog hadn’t been there. As it was,
we overlooked the insult, and he
went home with his menagerie. The
next time we have a dog to take home
We shall kill him before we start.
Josh Billings thus speaks of a new
agricultural implement, to which the
attention of farmers is invited:
‘John Rodgers” revolving, expand
ing, unceremonious, self-adjusting,
self-contrakting, self-greasing and
self-righteous hoss rake, is now for
ever offered tew a generous publik.
These rakes are as easy to keep in
repair as a hitching post, and will
rake up a paper of pins sowed broad
cast in a ten-akre * field of wheat
stubble. Theze rakes kan be used
in winter for a hen roost, or sawed
up in stove wood for a kitchen fire.
No farmer of good moral charanter
should be without this even if
he had to steal one.
Best calicoes, 10} cts. per yard.
M. A. EVANS A CO.
er lost on an average fifteen days’
work a year through fatigue or sick
ness. As soon as the use of meat was
adopted the average loss for each
man per year was not over three days.
Often enough, it must be owned, al
cohol is only the workman’s means
of remedying the wants of heat-pro
ducing elements in his food- -a de
ceitful remedy, which buoys up the
system for a time, only to sap it af
terwards with alarming subtlety. One
of the cost preventives of the abuse
of alcohol would certainly be the les
sening of the cost of meat.
Gen. Gordon and the Iron clad.
—Old “Heel Taps,” as Yiee-Presi-
dent Wilson is generally called at
Washington by the Bohemians, can’t
get used to his new dignify as pre*-
siding officer of the Senate. Ha is
constantly making’blunders, the last
one of which is told in the Baltimore
Sun’s Washington special of Tues
day. It says:
Gen. Jno. B. Gordon was sworn
in to-day as Senator from Georgia.
Some amusement was created by
Vice-President Wilson at first inad
vertently putting to him the iron
clad oath instead of the modified
oath prescribed for ex-Confederates.
When Mr. Wilson read “you solemn
ly swear that you have never volun
tarily borne arms against United
States,” a very' perceptible smile was
visible on the face of many, both on
the floor and in the galleries.
A Joke on a Doctor.—Afew nights
since, at a late hour, the speaking
tube at the office door of a popular
physician in New Haven was used
by some mid-night wag to the follow
ing effect:
Phe Doctor was in a sound sleep
when he was partially awakened by
a “halloa” through the tube, when
the following dialogue took place:
“Well, what do you want ?”
“Does Dr. Jones live here ?”
“Yes; what do you want ?”
“Are you Dr. Jones ?”
“Yes.”
“Dr. Simon Jones?”
“Yes, yes; what do you want?”
“Why, how long have you lived
here ?”
“Some twenty years; why!”
“Why? why in the thunder don’t
you move I”
“H you stay there about ten sec
onds more you’ll find I am moving 1”
bounded out of bed; but the patient
was heard, ‘moving’ down the street
at a rate that defied pursuit.
A pious invalid went to church
last Sabbath for the first time for
several months, “Did you not enjoy
the sermon?” said her husband,
thankful to see her in his pew sg-aiti.
“Enjoy it, I guess I did, immensely,
till I looked at the lady in the front
seat, and all at once I was unhappy,
for, would yqu believe it, my back
hair wasn’t up high enough.”
Hospitality.—Small cheer and
great welcome make a merry feast,
where the heart is right.
Cream Factory cheese, by the box 18 cts A
M. A. EVANS*CO.