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SUMMERVILLE, GEORGIA, JUNE 1, 1877.
Popping the Question
One of the Danbury young men who
has occasionally escorted a young lady
home on Sunday evening, and went in for
lunch, after performing both services
last Sunday night, suddenly said to her:
“Do you talk in your sleep?''
“Why—no,” she answered in sur
prise.
"Do you walk in your sleep?” he next
inquired.
“No, sir.”
He moved his chair an inch elosor, and
with increased interest asked:
“Do you snore? ’
“No,” she hastily replied, looking un
easily at him.
At this reply his eyes fairly sparkled.
His lips eagerly parted, and he gave his
chair another hitch, he briskly inquired:
“Do you throw the cotubings from your
hair in the wash basin?"
“What's that?” she asked with a blauk
face.
He repeated the question, although
with increased nervousness.
“No, 1 don’t,” she answered, in soma
haste. .
Again his chair went forward, while bis
agitation grew so great that he could
seareely maintain his place upon it as he
further asked:
“l)o you cleau out the couth when you
arc through?"
“Of course I do,” she said, staring at
him with all her might.
“Do you sutler with cold feet of
nights?”
This was a stunner, but she promptly
replied:
“No, I don't.”
In an instant he was on his knees be
fore her, his eyes ablaze with flame, and
his hands outstretched.
“Oh, my dear Miss, I love you,” he
passionately cried. “I give my whole
heart to you. Love me, and 1 will be
your slave. Love me as I love you, and
I will do everything on eart h for you. Oh,
will you take uie to be your lover, your
husband, your protector, your every
thing?”
It was a critical moment for a young
woman of her years, but she was equal
to the emergency, as a woman generally
is, and she scooped him in . Danbury
News.
Pretty Tolerable Mean.
A Detroit doctor recently uiet an ex
patient of his on State street and called
the man’s attention to the fact that, he
had a bill against him for medical services.
“Can’t pay,’’ replied the man.
“Do you Want to pay?” sternly demand
ed the physician.
“Of course I do, but I'd like a little
time-”
“How much?”
“About twenty years.”
“I’ll sue the bill!” exclaimed the
dootar.
“Sue away, for I ain’t worth but a shirt
and a half, and I am growing poorer
every day.”
“Well, sir, you are a blamed mean
man!” continued the doctor.
“How mean am I? I’lease state what
grade of meanness you mean?”
“I mean,” said the doctor, as he got
more color in his ear, “I mean that you
are mean enough to pretend to die to spite
your creditors and make your wife trouble.
You are mean enough to let them bury
you in form. Then, if I came at
night, dug you up, carried your carcass on
my badk for a mile rod a half, you’d he
mean chough to come to life, pick my
pocket*; and want me to hire you to fill
up the grave again.”
‘2ls that your candid opinion, doctor?”
“Ye*ir, it is!”
“Well, doctor, you may drive on. If
you have time during the day, please
write me out a chart, for you beat howler
by a length and a half. Good bye, doc
tor; seems like spring doesn’t it?”
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The Origin of Man.
One of the delightful days of last week
a young lady, well known in the exclusive
first circles of San Francisco society lor
unrivaled personal charms and elegance
of accomplishments, was driven around to
make a congratulatory call upon a married
iady friend who was happily convalescing
from that occasional sacred event in the
lives of wedded ladies, which, far from
being a sickness, is tne perfect culmina
ri mof their health. She was shown into
the pai lor, and for a few minutes required
to arrange for the reception in that room
where mother and child were doing as well
as could be expected, was left with no
other to entertain her than the only son
and heir of’ the house. Master Charles,
then in his fourth year. Hut Charlie was
fully equal to the situation, and promises
to grow up into an ornament of society
that will never b abashed by beauty,
however brilliant, into the painful nega
tive of “no conversation.” After some
unessential preliminary remarks, Master
Charles approached nearer the visitor
and, lowering his tone into the confiden
tial, asked:
“Miss , oo dot a baby?”
The young lady gave one swift glance
around to assure herself there was no
other hearer of this pertinent question,
and replied:
“No, Charlie, dear. I have not.
“And did oo never have a baby?”
In spite of the youth of her eager inter
locutor her handsome eyes dropped before
his ingenuous gaze, and her pretty face
flushed as she replied:
“No, Charlie, I never did. Is not this |
a beautiful day?”
“And ain’t oo never doin to have no]
baby?” persisted Charlie declining to en-
ter on the tempting conversational side
track of the weather.
“My boy, 1 can't tell. Tell me all the
names of whom these are the photo
graphs.”
“And don’t oo want a baby?”
“Well, Charlie, what a close questioner
you are. If you are not careful you will
grow into one of those newspaper inter
viewers, and then what will your poor
mamma think of you?”
“Because,” continued Charlie, utterly
refusing to he switched off, “1 know where
oo tan det one. The doctor brought my
mamma one, and he keepth them in hith
tiffith. You juth do down Elltth threet
to Martet threet and den oo do down
Jgartet threet to Tarney threet, and don
oo do dawn Targey threet ever tho far,
and den oo do up a lot of thairth and
thath where he teeps ’em. And they’re
awful chep, too. My Papa hathn't paid
for my mamma’s baby yet, but both
doin to.”
“Well; Chatlie, I’m sure I’m much
obliged to you for your full directions,
and I'll know just where to go."
“Oh Mith ,oo needn't do. I’ll toll
my papa just ath thooti athever he tutus
home that oo want a baby and he’ll det
one for 00. and—’
That young lady seized that little boy by
his shoulders, and leaning over so as to
look full into his eyes, she said, with an
impressiveness lent by sudden terror:
“See here, Charlie, listen to me. I
don't want any baby yet, and if you ever
say anything about it to your paoa, I’ll
never like you any more at all, at all,
never, never, never. Now, will you
promise?”
“Well, if oo don't wanta boby I won't;
but I t’ot everybody liked to have babieth.
Ido.”
. The interview was here terminated by
the entrance of a servant to usher the
visitor into the presence ot the conva
lescent lady— San Francisco Paper,
Melt Them.
A hoy was trying co make a ‘plummet’
out of some shot lie hammered them
Hat, laid them one upon another, and then
hammered them with his might, to make
them adhere and unite in a solid mass.
It. was all in vain; they grew thinner, and
smoother and more polished, but would
not unite, notwithstanding all this ham
mering.
“My son,” said his father, “you had
better melt them.”
No sooner said than done. In they
went into the melting ladle, and the lire
soon took oil the sharp edges, burned out
the cross, and turned the whole into one
refined and united mass.
Is not this the surest way to Christian
union? Have we not had about enough
of beating and banging, hammering and
striking? Have not men been trying long
enough to weld cold iron, consolidate cold
lead, and unite cold Christians? “Melt
them,” and keep them melted, and then
instead of your toiling to bring Christians
together the devil will begin to take active
measures to keep them apart, lie will
stir them up on differences of faith -for
you know he is very orthodox in faith, he
“believes and trembles;” he will agitate
them o ordinances and forms, for he is
familiar with that subject; he will excite
them to contend about hope, and quarrel
over things which they do not understand;
but he will try to keep them free from
love, which is greater than either faith or
hope can be.
Do not he ensnared by his devices. Do
not he content to be a religious gong, a
sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal, but.
seek the mighty melting power of grace
divine, which comes from Jesus Christ,
joins men’s hearts and hands in loving
labor, and which unites Christians to each
other, because they are made one of Him,
their Lord aud king and head.
Paddled Her Own Boat.
The train was approaching Atlanta, and
the obliging conductor went up to the
homely old lady who was evidently travel
ing alone, and said:
“Madam have you a companion?”
“Oh yes, sir; Martha Ann made me
fetch along her little black ridikule that
she calls a kumpanyun!”
“No! no! I mean an escort!”
“A what, sir?” and she looked at him
hard enough to break her spectacles.
“A fellow traveler with you?” explain
ed the conductor desperately-
She rose. Her uplifted hand looked
deadly in its black mitten garniture
“You good for-nothing scarnp; no, sir!
The idee of me, a lone woman, with no
natural protector but a sheep skin kivered
Acw Testimerit, having a feller travelin’
with me! Your mother ought to weep
over yer imperdence, young man, and I’ll
have ye to know that I kin git along in
this world about as well as any sixty-year
old widow that you ever struck agiril”
By this time the conductor was out on
the platform wiping the perspiration from
his face, and swearing that the old lady
might “go it alone” to her heart's con
tent. —Atlanta Constitution.
The following correspondence took
place between a young Baltimore lady
contemplating matrimony and a lady
friend in Han Francisco, whose father was
on a visit to Baltimore:
“Dear : I have your father’s con
sent to your serving as bridesmaid. Will
you come?”
To which the following laconic answer
was received in a few hours:
“Bear : You bet. What is the
color of your dress?
The following concise response was
sent:
“Dear : Navy blue, and hurry up.”
The Tongue of Slander.
There never was anyhing more vile
than the tongue of slander. There arc in
all communities a class of people who de
light in whisperings of some dark story
detrimental to tho character of others.
When these whisperings are made against
men it is bad enough; but when they im
plicate the reputation of female character
—virtuous womanhood and innocent girl
hood—we believe them to be unpardon
able sins. The man who would breathe
aught against the character of an honest
woman or a guileless girl without cause
and for the sake of scandal, he is desti
tute of all the impulses of true manhood.
There can be no viler trait in one’s char
acter than to he guilty of so foul a depre
dations upon society.
The Express will alway be found the
unflinching champion of female charac
ter and defender of the sanctity of the
family circle. It despises the baseness
of anyone who would invade the sacred
precincts of either. In short, we despise
the slanderer as we would a rattlesnake
and woud not hesitate to treat him as
such where we were personally interested.
No father, husband, or brother, we are
glad to believe, could be prosecuted suc
cessfully in this country for taking the
life of the slanderer for blighting the
reputation of a virtuous daughter, wife
or sister.
Hell is too good a place for the slan
derer of female character. Such a char
acter is as much to be feared as a mad
dog in the community, and powder and
lead is the quickest way to get all such
out of the way. Cartersville Express.
What a Man Can Stand.
An accident recently occurred in Hun
terdon county, a railroad employee being
thrown from a train by a sudden jerk with
great force, his right shoulder striking
the iton rail, his body and limbs partly on
tho same, and between the wheels, one
car passing over the unfortunate man’s
body, the next car resting upon his chest
and stomach. Under this tremendous
weight (six tons) he suffered several
minutes, until his fellow-workmen, with
a united force, lifted the ear from his
body. His face, when the ear was re
moved, was perfectly black and his vision
entirely gone. 11 is injuries were supposed
to he fatal, consisting of a fracture of the
thigh bone, a dislocation of the same at
the hipjoint, making the limb, by meas
urement, one and a half inches longer
than the other; also, a fracture ot the
collar-bone in two different, places; the
ribs where the wheels rested upon the
breast broken, five in number, and press
ing upon the heart and lungs; a flesh
wound several inches deep in the rigut
thigh, and the eyes partly protruding
from their sockets. 'J lie doctor immedi
ately set the fractured bones, and with
the assistance of those present succeeded,
after several persevering efforts, in put
ting the bone to its place by rotation
(which is raid to be one of the most dilli
cult operations in rurgery, and probably
one of tho very few of the kind ever per
formed in this State). The remarkable
part is that the patient is improving and
will probably get out again. Cincinnati
('ummercud.
The Newspaper as a Civilizer.
Philip Gilbert Hamilton, in his admira
ble paper on ‘ Intellectual Life,” thus
talks of ‘the paper:’ “Newspapers are to
the civilized world what the daily house
talk is to the members of the family—they
keep our daily interest in each other they
save us from the evils of isolation. '1 o
live as a member of the great white race
that has filled Europe and America and
colonized or conquered whatever terri
tory it has been pleased to occupy, to
share from day to day its thought, its
cares; its inspiration; it is necessary that
every man should read his paper. Why
are the French peasants so bewildered
and at sea? It is because they never read
a newspaper And why are the inhabi
tants of the United States, though scat
tered over u territory fourteen times the
urea of France, so much more interested
in new discoveries of all kinds and capa
ble of selecting and utilizing the best of
them? It is because the newspapers pen
etrate everywhere, and even the lonely
dweller on the prairie or the forest is not
intellectually isolated from tho great cur
rents of public life which flow through the
telegraph and press.
Flirtation.
“In a certain sense,” says a modern
writer, “all attractive females are more
or less flirts. It is true there are some
women about as good looking as *.he
rough side of a horse-radish grater, who
read with glasses and eat with porcelain
teeth, and yet flirt’ There is an excuse
for them. It is business with them. They
are obliged to snap at the first chance
like hungry wolves. Hut girls who don’t
liave to jump at chances flirt because its
pretty busine.s. True it is pretty, and it
is right. 1 1 is a very different thing from
being a heartNs coquette. Flirting in
the sense we mean is the only way a girl
has to find out what her future husband
is like. A man always approaches a girl
dressed in society politeu ss, and it is the
girl’s duty to pierce this thin coating of
sugar and plum, and learn what is be
neath. She cannot accomplish this with
out flirting.”
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Had luck is simply a man with his
hands in his pockets and his pipe in his
mouth looking on to see Imw it will coum
out- Good luck is a man of pluck, with
his sleeves roiled up ami working to make
it come out all right.
NUMBER 23.
Life. —Live for something! A cs, and
for something worthy of opportunities for
noble deeds and achievements. Every
man and every woman, has his or her as
signment in the duties and responsibilities
of daily life. We are in the world to
make the world letter; to lift it up to
higher levels of enjoyment and progress;
to make its hearts and homes brighter
and happier, by devoting to our fellows
our best thoughts, activities and influences.
It is the motto of ever true heart, and
the genius of every noble life, that “no
man liveth to himself” —lives simply for
his own selfish good. It is a law of our
intellectual and moral being, that we pro
mote our own happiness in the exact pro
portion that wo contribute to the com
fort and enjoyment of others. Nothing
worthy of tho name of happiness is pos
sible to the experience of those who live
| only for themselves, all oblivious of tho
welfare of their fellows.
There are some coincidences in the
lives of the Presidents. Jefferson was
born eight years after his predecessor,
Adams; Madison eight years after his
predecessor, Jefferson; Monroe eight
years after Madison, and John Quincy
1 Adams eight years after Monroe, Adams
was sixty-six years old when he retired
from the Presidency; Jefferson was sixty
I six; Madison was sixty-six; Monroe was
! sixty-six; andJo.hu Quiuey Adams, had
lie been elected to a second term, would
have been sixty six. Adams, Jefferson
and Monroe each died on the 4th of July;
Adams and Jefferson on the same 4th of
. July (1826); Washington, Jefferson, Mud
j ison, Monroe and Jackson, who were
| elected twice had no sons; John Alums,
! John Quincy Adams, Van Huron and
| Harrison, who were elected once, had
sons.
Don’t carry your hymn book in your
hand when you go to the house of worship
and your ledger in your head. The Lord
can see through your skull.
Don’t whisper in church, chew tobacco
and spit on the floor. You would not do
that in your own house.
I) .n’t walk into the house of worship
with your hat on. You bare your head
when you enter a lady’s parlor. Is your
lady friend entitled to more respect than
your Creator?
Don’t spend the time devoted to prayer
to idiotically gazing about, whispeiing or
note writing; they are silly and rude if
i not sinful.
Don’t think when you have gone to
church on Sunday it entitles you to do as
you please the balance of the week. The
upright man lives through the six as he
does the seventh day.
Why She Wouldn't Speak.
When a Chicago young man went down
stairs the other mort ing lie remembered
that his wife, who was preparing break
fust, had not spoken to him when he got
up, and so he cheerfully said:
“Good morning, little lady!"
Not a word cauie in reply.
“Good morning,” said he again, in a
higher key, thinking that she might not
have heard him before.
“Urn —’in ’in," was all that escaped
from her sealed lips, as she went on with
the work.
"Why under the sun don't you answer
me?” exclaimed he in surprise; “what's
the matter? what have 1 done to offend
you?”
“Um'—ui’—-’m,” was still the only
sound elicited.
“Look here?’’ then exclaimed the hus
band, as he jumped up and knocked over
a cup of coffee. “1 don’t swallow a
mouthful of this breakfast until you tell
me what’s the matter.”
“What’s the matter!” echoed she, sud
denly turning upon him with flashing
eyes. And then she continued: “John
Adell Suiithster, the next time that 1
dream I see you kissing another woman,
I—l willl leave the house! boo-hoo!”
A boy of seventeen and a girl of fifteen
went from Kentucky, where the law re
quires parentage consent lor the marriage
of minors, across the river to Cincinnati,
where they were able to pet u license and
have the ceremony performed’ They had
been married about, an hour when tho
bride’s father arrived; but, being unable
to detain the couple, he had the boy ar
-1 rested on a charge cf larceny in stealing
I the girl’s clothing. Then the groom's
father came, and became the young peo
-1 pie’s friend in need by giving bail.
| It is generally predicted that, owing to
the effects of the great war now raging in
Europe, cotton will not be worth mote
I than five cents a pound next fall. There
i is an enormous stock now on hand in
' England, more perhaps than will be need
;ed for manufacturing purposes under
present circumstances; u large American
J crop will simply serve to increase a snr
j plus, and prices will be forced down to a
! ru'nous figure, it will be a bud year for
oo t ton.
A young lady and gentleman disputing
upon a subject, the lady tenderly re
marked:
“Sir, we can never agree in anything.”
“You are wrong, madam,” said lie.
“If you were to go into a room in which
there were two beds, a woman in one and
a man in the other, with whom would
you sleep?”
I “With tho woman, of course,” replied
j she, emphatically,
i "So would I,” replied the gent.
—
It, is pleasant to shake hands with a
I girl whose lingers are covered with diu-
I moiids, tor you feel that you have a for
| tune within your very grasp.