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„ c v rn:s—Vol. XXX.
0LD t riES-V0L. IV.
SANDERSVILLE, GEORGIA, SEPTEMBER 16, 1875.
NO. 12.
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lady’s name,
sudden start,
use of shame
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heart ;
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Association and are very rea- 1 . J u e , u P bon y seems very much above
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dilation of about twen-
All other names- I think I can’t be wrong
To venture the opinion, you’re in love?
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r indicates I And lf ’ moreover, gazing at her hand,
and that T >VISJ u P on that hand you were a glove,
It isn t very hard to understand
(See “Borneo and Juliet,”) you’re in love !
ou renew
indicate that unless you
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the list. We hope not to he | If l* 41 ® 8 -. ? n a summer’s day,
essity of placing a X mark up
per iluring the year.
heart at eighteen is blessedly elas
tic.
R. L. W-AJRTHEHST,
attorney at law,
sandeesvills, GA.
July 5.1872 ly
r, S. LiSGXADE. r.. D. EVANS.
LANGMADE & EVANS,
Attorneys at Law,
gamlersville, - - - Georgia.
jan 15, ’875—ly
JAAv. Hcsison. Wm. Henry Wylly.
ROBISON & WYLLY,
Attorneys & Counselors at Law
COURT HOUSE SANDERS^ ILLE, GA.
tttilL pi ictice in the Courts of the Middle
}) Circuit and Bankrupt Courts.
^Particular attention given to the de
fense of criminal cases Ly Col. >v ylly.
Feb 20, 1874—tf
S. G. JORDAN.
j. K. GILMORE.
GILMORE & JORDAN,
AW,
ATTORNEYS AT
Sandersville, G-a.,
-ly
Ion sit alone, at luncheon or at tea”
And think if one of them were but away
_ (A mile or so) how happy you would be,
Yet hud your wits in such a giddy whirl,
You scarcely speak to her you’re thinking of,
But prattle gayly with the other girl—
There’s reason for supiposing you’re in love!
If all at once your amatory pen
(Which ne’er before attempted lyric lines,
India musa—bane of gods and me'n!)
To tervid song and madrigal inclines—
Wherein yon rashly 1 rhyme of “youth” and
“truth,”
And call your subject “darling,” “duck,”
or “dove,”
Or sadly beg some cruel lady’s ruth—
I he symptom is unfailing—you le in love!
If ol her sex no other you can find
One halt so bright or beautiful as she;
If of her failings you arc wholly jilind
(The faults, I mean, that other people see;)
II in her “pug” you see a “Grecian nose,”
And never doubt the angel-bands above
Are silent when she sings—you may suppose,
Beyond the slightest question, you’re in love!
John G. Saxe.
— Galaxy for September.
SELECT MISCELLANY.
JESSE. A. HOBSON,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Sa ndersvi lie. G cored a.
THE DISINHERITED SON.
“He has made his own bed,” said
Major Martindale, “and he must lie
on it.”
Major Martindale, folded up a word for it, you’ll hack down at the
j certain obnoxious letter as he made end of the first week,
j this mental remark, and laying it! Major Martindale heard these
in a little gilded letter-rack beside 1 words spoken, as it were, out of the
Major Martindale elected to go
to A tlantic City ’for the ^hot
weekathat season. Why he did not
especially particularize to himself.
Saratoga was dull, at Newport one
was half amiie away from the beach;
Long Branch had palled upon his
fastidious taste. So, to Atlantic
City he w r ent rather enjoying the
very perceptible nets snares spread
for him by the various widows, old
maids and gushing damsels who were
there engaged in the great husband-
hunting compaign.
I wonder if they think I am a
fool,” said the Major, as he strolled
on the beach with a cigar in his
mouth.
Cut one day the Major found him
self forced to give up a picnic on ac
count of a strange and unsettled feel
iDg of lassitude and languor, and the
next he was in bed.
‘‘This looks serious,” said the Ma
jor to himself. “I’ve heard of a low
fever hanging about; but I never
thought of its attacting me.”
The doctor came twirled his watch
chain, wrote a prodigious Latin pre
scription, and shook his head.
People made haste to vacate the
rooms in the immediate vicinity of
number \ 69, and the Major began
dimly to comprehend, through a
mist that was slowly gathering
around his brain that it was likely
to go hard with him.
“I will stay and nurse him doctor
I have had the fever a year or two
since and do not fear it, a d I am
handy with such people.”
“But my child, you’ve no idea
what you are undertaking.”
“Yes, I have,” answered the soft,
low tones; and we must not let him
die for want of proper care.”
“Is your aunt willing?”
“Quite so.”
“The i you may try; but take mv
“Yes said the girl half doubtfully:
“I suppose so; I never saw her be
fore she asked me to spend the sea
son with her at Atlantic City last
i n i i vi audience to-night.
“Is that all yon have been with j was attemll ” g
er ‘ convention in a little town, where a
man to whom I was a stranger took
me into his house. His wife was in
The Child Angel.
I will tell you an anecdote now,
because the man of whom the story
is told may represent many in this
A few years ago
a Sabbath-school
bed, and he excused himself because
he had some matters to attend to.
I was left alone. It was so dark
that I could not read, and I walked
up and down the room until I felt
lu .rn«: lonely. Presentlj he came in, and
all alone my child, said the , ^ .. Ha ve J n0 children T \
him in company with a tailor’s bill
j a ticket to forthcoming ameteur con
WILL PBi
Jaiv 5, I!
MIDDLE
172-1 y
circuit.
JOHN 0. HARMAN,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
TEW1LLE, GA.
All business promptly attended to,
July 5,1872—1a
Clement G. Brown,
Attorney at Law,
Sandersville, G-a.
Homesteads and Bankrupty
A Specialty.
OFFICE IX MASONIC BUILDING.
mar2G, 1875—tf
T.P.
D - & J. V.
1CTICE ix the counties or the I pert and a printed circular concern-
ing^insurance polocies,’went deliber
ately on with his breakfast.
He was a handsome elderly gen
tleman, slightly bald, with bright
eyes, straight roman features, and
one of those square finely moulded
mouths, which betoken decided ten
dency to cave one’s o\>n way. And
as he drank his coffee, and daintily
manipulated his French rolls, broil
ed birds and fresh strawberries ser
ved in a garniture of their own
leaves, he mused over the contents
of this same letter.
“It’s a great mistake to allow ser
vants to bring in one’s j letters at
meal times,” reflected Major Martin
dale. “It’s almost sure to interfere
with one’s digestion. I’ll never read
another letter at breakfast time!—
What could possess my son to go
and ge married in this abrupt non
sensical sort of way ?—Says he fear
ed he could not gain my consent. ’
Well, he had good reason for his
fears. He’ll find it still more im
possible, after marriage than before
He knows my ideas and if he don’t
choose to conform to’em it’s his bus
iness not mine.”
And so, after finishing the straw
berries, and daintily cleansing his
filbert nailed fingers in a ruby-col
ored finger-bowl, Major Martindale
wrote thre words on a thich sheet
of note paper, inclosed it in an en
velope, affixed a stamp, and gave it
to a servantjto post. And the three
words were these:
“Consider yourself disinherited.
That was the way in which Mar
tindale disposed of his only son:
Not that he did not love Harry
the bright, frank boy w. o v\ as all
that was left of his young wife, the
one romantic dream ana tender mem
ory of his life-time—but he liked
his own way better. And it is sur
prising how obstinate a man can be
when lie turns his full attention to
business.
J. K. HINES,
Attorney & Counselor at Law,
Sandersville, Ga.
pEACTICE in the U. S. Courts for the
A Southern District of Georgia.
a »g 12,1875—tf
T.H. (i I I’.SOX,
Attorney at Law,
W. lo llclniosfi Street,
AUGUSTA, GA.
lit
iers by Permission to
71- Pottle, Hon. W.
H'cWm- Gibson, Jud
“on. Jor *
W. Reese,
Claiborne Snead,
i.,_, °y N RLyisox, at Georgia Railroad Bank.
J UT.rn B.
Deer,Pres. National Exchange Ban.,,
Pres. erch. & Planters Bank,
Butt, R. A Flemming, Cotton
Romnis ’ Cotton lector.
io, 1S7I it
, CHAS. B. KELLEY,
ATTORNEY at law.
Swsiiiisboi’o,
Yrrnf SliK ! Georgia.
\\ P™*ice in the Superior Court ot
Bailor'!, ” of Emanuel, Johnson,
"■Whand Tattnall.
’ lttent ' on given to the collection ol
-—may 20, 1875—tf
JOSEPHUS CAMP,
attorney at Law,
Swainesboro, Ga.
GeoranC^C 6 ,-' 11 Supreme Court ol
P a . air'd’,-,. ' c C, ' S. District Court of Geor-
tng cou ,. Ue Superior Courts of the follo'.v-
i°nWn? CS 'rn !uauue J’ 'Johnson, Laurens,
ci »l atwf y ’ r . atnall > a nd Bullock. JZ>J~Spe-
ejections. '
A. KING,
T, i lawyer,
. an,
PROMP
Greorgia.
TLY ATTENDED TO.
^ate -L -A. E ,
°f tie Baltimore Dental College,
dentist,
Willi P' .® car ‘boro, G-a.
c we in Emanuel and adjoining
counties.
a TaE ° Pe Rations PERFOBMEI)
sciest htc manner and work
a R 9, 1875_ t f vakeent ® d '
“Disinherited? Oh, Harry! and
for me!
Mrs. Mary Martindale, a pret y,
blue e} r ed woman, with light hair
that showed itself around her face
like sunshine, little dots of dimples
in cheek chin, and a round, . fresh
mouth, like a baby’s look pitiously
up into her husband’s face as she
S ^Harry Martindale shrugged his
shoulders the momentary cloud pass
ed away from his face as he answer
ed bravely: , . , -
“Never mind, Ariel. Av e can at-
ford to live independent of a crusty
old gentleman’s money. Ill see
about that clerkship in St. Louis.
“Half t he world away from me
Harry!”
“It wouldn’t be long pet, Cheer
up, I’l send for y ou when I’ve got
well established, and we’ll have a
little bird’s nest at Lome,^ without
asking favors of my father.”
Ariel smiled through the dew-
drops that sparkled in ■ er eyes.
She was easily consoled. A girls
clouds as he might have heard the
thunder of the waves on the beac
outside, or the ringing of the church
bells without, connec ing them with
himself. Strange what a world of
dreams and shadows his sonl [ana
brain had entered into
But one day he came back out of
the darkness, and the immensity,
and the restless whirling to and fro
of the waves of life, weak and white
and as helples as a baby.
And there, sewing by the window
sat a soft-eyed young girl, all in white
with glimmering hair, long lashes;
and delicately moulded features.
“Pardon me,” hoarsely uttered
the Major, with a souvenir of his old
fashioned courtesy and 'politeness;
but I don’t know who you are.”
‘ Hush!’ said the young lady, gent
ly. “You must not talk. Iam here
to nurse you.”
And then he found himself tak
ing a draught from her prac iced
fingers, and then drifting off to
sleep.
“I have been very ill, haven’t I’
said he when the doctor came at
noon, as usual.
“Yon have been as close to the
valley of the shadow more than once
as a man can be in i is life, ’ Doc
tor Delagood answered gravely
The Major shuddered a little—
heathenish old Sybarite as he was.
The idea of death appalled him, and
he scarcely cared to hear how near
he had stood to the solution of the
great problem.
“But you pulled me through,’ said
he Mith a long breath.
“Yes, I and your patient little
nurse who has just gone for half an
hour’s sleep.”
“Who is she doctor?” asked the
Major anviously.
“She is a niece of one of the lady
boarders. Martin, I think they call
her. Her aunt went away as soon
as the fever declared itself—in fact
it riddled the hotel pretty neatly—
but this girl would not allow any
one to suffer for want of care and
nursing, so she courageously remain
ed to take care of you. ’
Why did she do that?” asked the
Major a little lump rising in his
throat.
Why did Florence Nightingale
go out to Crime Why are all wom
en borne heroines at heart?’ retort
ed the doctor.
“God bless her!” muttered the Ma
jor. And then he turned his head
to one side and a big drop splashed
down on the pillow.
Day by day he lay therein slow
convalescence while the pi'etty young
nurse ministered to him.
“My dear,” said the Major one
day, I think I am beginning to real
ize now what the blessings of a
daughter would have been had God
given me one. I have grown very
fond of you.”
The soft blue eyes beamed smil
ingly down upon him as he spoke.
“And I of you,” answered the girl
in low, tender accents.
Are you much attached to your
aunt ?—Mrs. Fessenden, T u -'’—
her name is.
“That’s all.”
“Then,” said the major “I shall
ask her to let me adopt yon. Will
you bemy daughter henceforth?”
She threw her arms around his
neck and sobbed upon his breast.
“Do you really love me?” Do you
really want me? ’ asked she.
“I am
Major. “And you will be the sun
shine of the house.”
“But you have a son?”
“Yes,” answered the Major slight
ly frowning. “Poor Harry, but he
has estranged himself from me.”
“Foaever?”
“Yes forever!” (Sickness you see
had taken none of the inherent ob
stinacy out of our old heroes char
acter.)
“Papa!” — she knelt beside the
satin pillowed invalid chair which
had been wheeled out into the sun-!
shine on the broad verandah—I am
to call you papa, am I not!”
“Of Course you are dearest!”
The Majors hand stroked down
her bright hair with a tender touch
as he spoke.
“Then, papa, tel me why you are
estranged from him
“He married in disregard to my
wishes, ’ the Major sternly answer
ed!
“Is that such au unpardonable
crime?
“Unpardonable? See here, Mary,
if he had not made such a fool, such
an idiot of himself, he might have
been fvour husband. You might
been then my daughter in very truth
Stranger things have happened.
‘But that couldn’t be.”
‘Way not?” demanded the Ma
jor.
Because he is my husband al
ready! Oh, papa—dear, dear father
—forgive me! I am not Mary Mas
ters, and yet I am! my real name
is Mary Ariel Martindale, and Har
ry away at St. Louis, is my husband
I only came here to stay with aunt
Fessenden until he could make that
little home for us which we i>adboth
hoped and dreamed of. Will \ou
forgive us both, papa, for my sake?”
“I suppose I shall have to,’ said
the Major, in extreme bewilderment
“Kiss me, dear! Upon the wholo
Harry isn’t such a fool as I believ
ed him to be! And you knew who I
was all the while!”
“Of course I did’”
And|you kept dark? Sly little puss.
Well, Mary—I meau Ariel—
“Yes, papa.”
“We’ll telegraph to Harry to come
right back. There’s only three of us
Let’s be happy together.”
“So through A riels blue < yes and
heaven sent face, Harry Martindale
was disinherited, and through her
he was received back again into his
inheritance.
“Own up, sir, tint I knew what
was about,” said Harry as he stood
there with Ariel leaning on his arm.
“You dog!” said the old gentle
man facetiously poking him in the
ribs, you’ve got the prettiest little
wife going.”
you as a friend, do not leave this! The other day Lawyer Johnson
hall to-night until you have sought went out of town for the afternoon
the kingdom of God. Make up and left the office in charge of the
your mind this night and this hour boy. As soon as he had fairly gotont
that you will press into the kingdom, of sight theboy hailed Scovilles boy
D. L. Moody, (and bringing him into the office, the
two sat down to a game of seven up
am very fond of children, and I
thought if he had any I could play
with them. He said no; he had
one once, but God had taken her
from him ; she was in heaven, and
he said he was glad of it. I said,
“Glad that your only child is dead?”
“Yes,” he said. “How is that ?” I
asked ; “was she deformed, or was
anything wrong with her?” “No,”
said he, “she was as perfect as could
be;” and he got up and brought me
one of those old fashioned deguerre-
otypes—a portrait of a beautiful
girl, with golden curls falling down
her neck, more like an angel than a
child. I asked how old she was.
“Seven.” “What do you mean by
saying that you are glad she is in
heaven?” “Well,” said he, “I wor
shipped that child; she was in all
my plans ; I was making money for
my child, and every Sunday I spent
hours with her ; she was the idol of b perishable
my heart, but I did not know it.
One day found my child sick. I
did not think it was dangerous, but
in a few days she died, and I ac-|
cused God of being unjust in spar-1
ing the families of others and taking^
To the People of Georgia.
State of Georgia,
Dep’t of Agriculture,
Atlanta, Aug. 17, ’75.
It is the desire of the Commission
er of Agriculture to exhibit, at the
Fair to be held under the auspices
of the Georgia State Agricultural
Society, at Macon, Ga., commencing
on the 18th of October next, and
continuing five days, samples of all
the products of all Georgia soil.
The design. is to exhibit, in one
They were playing with great spirit
continually accusing one another of
cheating and getting up andt row
ing books at each other’s h ad and
sitting down again to resume the
game and generally enjoying them
selves as much as if they had both
been orphans and there were no ap
ple tree switches in the country.—
After this had gone on for an hour
or two and Lawyer Johnson’s boy
had nearlytbroken Scoville’s by win
ning five|of his seven cents, the Iiev.
collection, the great variety of Agri-jMr. Smiley happened to come in to
cultural and Horticultural produc
tions of all sections of our State.
This is an enterprise in which every
Georgian is interested, and to which
each should be proud to contribute.
Yon are, therefore, earnestly re
quested to collect and forward to
Macon, addressed to T. P. Janes,
care of M. Johnson, Seer tary of
Georgia State Agricultural Society,
samples of the products of your sec
tion, distictly labeled with the name
and post office address of the pro
ducer, the quantity he has for sale,
if any, and a brief statement of the
time of planting, mode of culture or
manufacture,etc. All nnperisbable ar
ticles should be shipped so as to ar
rive in Macon by the 15th of Octo-
products, such as
vegetables and fruits, by the 18th.
Growing plants may be shipped
in suitable jars, or boxes, securely
packed.
Selections will be made by the
. - , . .-commissioner, from this display of
away my child, and I refused to be lsjaitable samp i eSj for permanent ex-
reconciled I would have torn God j hibition in the office of the De part-
from His throne if I could. For; ment of Agriculture, at the capi-
three days and nights 1 neither ate, G. 0 ]
nor drank, nor slept I was almost; - rj he , gtate Geo logist will co-ope-
mad. On the third day I buried | rate with the Commissioner of A bri
ber, and when I came home, as I
“A Carpet, and Heaven, Too”?—
Seventy years ago, carpets were
rarely seen in American families of
the middle classes, as they are now
rarely found in Germany. Dr. Lyman
Beecher gives an amusing account
in his autobiography of his first car
pet at East Hampton, L. I. His
wife spun a bale of cotton and had
it woven. Then she fitted it to the
floor, sized and painted in oils, with
a bright border around it, and bunch
es of roses and other flowers over
the center. She took also some
common wooden chairs, and cut out
figures of gilt paper, gluing them ou,
nd varnishing them. The general
effect was very beautiful The East
Hampton people were quite startled
by the novelty. One of the old dea
cons called at the house, but stopped
at the parlor door, as if afraid to en
ter. ‘Walk in deacon; walk in/
said the minister. ‘Why, I can’t
thout stepping on it,’ was the an
swer. Then surveying it with evi
dent admiration, he gasped out
D’ye think you can have all this,
and heaven too’ ” ?
■ ■.miLWKIg. .V • — arawn I
When a youngster wishes to trick
the whole family at once, he dues it
by abruptly asking, at the table,
‘Say, pa, ye know that old man that
lives up on the Dodgetown road ?”
Then there is a general opening of
mouths, and pa and all the rest bend
forward with straining eyes and want
to know “Why, what’s the matter
with him?” The boy allows them
to reach the height of impatient in-
t rest in the matter, when he eooly
announces : “Nothin’, pa : I only
wanted to know if you knew him—
that’s all.” And “the little upstart”
catches up his hat and rushes out of
the house with a chuckle, while all
of
walked up and down the room, I
thought 1 heard the voice of my lit
tle one; but then I thought, “No,
that voice is hushed for ever.” Then
I thought I heard her little feet
coming toward me, but then I said,
“No, 1 shall never hear those little
feet again.” At last I threw myself
on my bed, and began to weep. Na
ture gave way, and I fell asleep. I
had a dream. I suppose it was a
dream ; but it has always seemed to
me more like a vision. I thought I
was crossing a waste, barren field,
and I came to a river that looked so
cold, and dark, and dreary that I
drew back from it; but, looking
across, I saw the most beautiful land
my eyes had ever rested upon ; and
as I gazed I thought that death, and
sickness, and disease could never
enter there. Then I saw a compa
ny on the other side, and among
them my own darling child. She
came to the bank of the river, and,
waving her little angel hand, said
“Father, come right this way; it is
so beautiful here;” and she beckon
ed me to the world of light,
then went to the water’s edge, and
thought I would plunge in, but it
was too deep for me—I could not
swim. I thought I would give any
thing to cross. I tried to find
boat, but there was no ferryman,
looked for a bridge, but there was
none; and while I was wandering
up and down, the little angel voice
came across the stream, “Come
right this way, father; it is beauti
ful here!” All at once I heard
voice as if it came from heaven, say
ing, “I am the Way, the Truth, and
the Life. No man cometh unto the
Father but by Me.” The voice
awaked me from sleep. I thought
it was my God calling me, and that
if I would ever my child again
must go to Him through Jesus
Christ. That night I knelt beside
my bed and gave myself to God.
Now I no longer look upon my child
as sleeping in her grave, but I see
her with the eye of faith in that
beautiful land, and every night when
I lie down I hear her sweet voice
saying, “Come right this way, fath-
ea,” and every morning I hear her
repeating the same words. Now m;
wife is converted, I am superintend
ent of the Sunday-school, and eight
children have been converted, and
I am trying to get as many convert
ed as I can to go with me to that
beautiful land.”
Undoubtedly I am speaking to
some father to-night with a lost one
in that world. If that child could
speak to you, would it not say,
“Come right this way, father ?” And
many a young man is here who has
a sainted mother or a sister in heav
en. If she could now speak from
the battlements of heaven, would
not the words be, “Come right this
way?” Oh, thank God that we
have all got an elder Brother across
the stream. The Son of God stands
on the banks to-night calling to eve
ry one, “Come right this way, my
child.” Young man, won’t you rise
and go to your Father to-night?
culture in securing a complete illus
tration of the resources of Georgia,
and will exhibit iu the same building
samples of foreign products, and
miueralogical specimens from all sec
tions of the State.
All Georgians are invited to con
tribute to this display, and corres
pondents of the Department of Ag
riculture are especially requested to
see that their counties are properly
represented.
Samples of goods, models of ma
chinery, and implements of Georgia
manufacture, are also solicited. Any
thing that will illustrate the industry
or resources of our grand old State
will be received in this grand dis
play, which the commissioner hopes
will be worthy of Georgia and Geor
gians. Thomas P. Janes,
Commissioner of Agriculture.
Gather up the Fragments.
How many lives are, so to speak-
mere relics of an ended feast, frag
ments which may be either left to
waste, or be taken up and made the
most of! For we Gannot live just
when wish it, and because we wish
it. The fact may be very unrom an
tic, but it is a fact, that a too large
dinner or a false step on the stairs
kills much more easily than a great
sorrow. Nature compels us to live
on, even with broken hearts, as with
lopped-off members. True, we are
never quiet the same again, never the
complete human being; but we may-
still be a very respectable, healthy
human being, capable of living out
our three-score years and ten with
tolerable comfort after all.
These ‘fragments’ of lives, how
they strew our daily paths on every
side.! Not a house do we enter, not
a company do we mix with, but we
more than guess—we know—that
these, your friends, men and women,
woo go about the world doing their
work and taking their pleasure there
in, all carry about them a secret bur
den—of bitter disappointments, van
ished hopes, unfulfilled ambitions,
lost lovers. Probably every one of
them, when his or her smiling face
vanishes from the circle, will change
it into another, serious anxious, sad—
happy if it be only sad, with no
mingling of either bitterness or bad
ness. That complete felicity which
the youDg believe in, and expect al
most as a matter of certainty to
come, never does come. Soon or
late we have to make up our minds
to do without it to take up the frag
ments of our blessings, thankful that
we have what we have and are what
we are ; above all that we have our
own burden to bear, and not our
neighbor’s. But, whatever it is, we
must bear it alone ; and this gather
ing up of fragments, which I am so
earnestly advising, is also a thing
which must be done alone.—Miss
Muleck.
sorts -of appellations indicative - , - .
disgust follow him from all around ^ a y God call you home, wanderer ,
believe I the table. In less than a week he j May every backslider return and
will do it again.—Danbury Neics. I press into the kingdom. I beg of
asic Mr. Johnson about when he
ought to have a donatiom party. The
boys were caught and there was no
use in lyk>g about it although lawyer
Johnson’s boy showed the effect of
his legal education by at once begin
ning to swear that he could prove
an alibi when the proper time should
come. Good My Smiley thought he
would just talk kindly to the boys
and so he sat down with them at the
table and picking up the cards be-
■gan to ask them if they had any
mother and if such were the case
what would they say to see their
sons gambling and whether they
were prepared to die with their
hands full of aces and jacks cud
how they would explain this matter
in a future world.
^“Just then old Biggs came in and
said:
“Hello! Playing the boys a game
of euchre, are you? Don’t mind if
I take a hand myself.” Mr. Smiley
replied, sternly, that he didn’t know
the game to whiclff he alluded.
“Don’t know it, eh?” said old
Biggs, “well, what was you playing
boys?”
“Seven-np,” answered Lawyer
Johnson’s boy with great prompt
ness.
“Well, well,” continued old Biggs
“Ini sorry to hear it." Seven-up ijau’t
uo'game for a minister, Mr. Smiley.
Euchre, now, is a nice genteel game
but I never thought you’d play sev
en up and for money too. If you’re
going to play for money poker’s
your best hold. I’ll play for half an
hour—ten cent ante and dollar bets
Heres my pile you see,” and that
graceless old reprobate pulled out
his pocket book and drew up anoth
er chair to the table. Mr Smiley
sat speechless, holding the cards in
his hand when in came Scoville and
collared his boy. As he dragged
him away to execution he remarked
to Mr. Smiley.
“So, I’m a backslider am I? All
right. After I’ve done my duty as
a parent I’ll call on your deacons to
ask them what thay think of a min
ister who teaches boys to play cards
Oh,{ yes! I’m a backslider I am!—
To be sure Of course I am.”
Uttering this and other withering
sarcasm he withdrew and the ques
tion which now agitates the village
is whether old Biggs did lose fifty
dollars on a flush to Mr. Smiley who
held a full, or whether Mr. Smiley’s
four jacks were the hand that broke
old Biggs.
Poisoned by Jimson Weed.—Lily
Sclinee and a child of Mr. Thomas
Evans were playing Thursday eve
ning in Mr. Evans’ door-yard, where
some jimson weeds had been cut
down and piled in a heap. The heat
of the sun opened the seed capsules,
and the children picked out a few of
the seeds and ate them. The poison
took effect almost immediately. Mr.
Evans’ child was saved with the ut
most difficulty, but Lily Schnee was
carried home insensible and all the
efforts of the physicians failed to
arouse her, or to counteract the ef
fect of the poison. After enduring
the most terrible spasms all night,
she died yesterday morning. A no
tice of the funeral will be found else
where.
Parents cannot be too carefnl in
keeping this deadly poison beyond
the reach of their young children,
and should not allow it to grow with
in their gardens or door-yards.—
Chattanooga Times.
Benjamin Franklin occasionally
stumbled upon the truth. He said :
The eyes of other people are the
eyes that ruin us. If all but myself
were blind, I should neither want a
fine house nor fine furniture.”
There is nothing
The editor of the Dresden Doings
is rather absent minded. He held
the position of local on the St. Albion
Pioneer? several years ago, and was
alone in the office writing up some
items one morning, when a stranger
came in and presented a scrap of
paper with the words scrawled awk
wardly : “I am dumb and deaf, and
have nothing to buy bread : can you
help me ?” Wheeling glanced at it,
looked up, then out of the window,
trying to recall a local item. “How
long have you been that way,” he
asked, a little absently. “About ten
years,” said the dumb man, thrown
off his guard. The local instantly
resumed his labors and the mendi
cant did not persist.
A colony of French Canadians has
so effective in!located near Mellonville, Fla. It
bringing a man up to the scratch as, will engage in the culture of the or-
a healthy and high-spirited flea. I ange.
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