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NEWS IN BRIEF.
West Point is infested by burglars.
Macon nurchatits are rejoicing over n
lively trade.'
The young ladies of Atlanta gave a leap
year's party on the 15th.
A catamount over three feet long was
Ihtely killed near Hawkinsville.
f Three mines near Leadville, Colorado,
were recently sold for $5,<X)0,000.
Negroes are still leaving North Caro
lina and Mississippi for the North.
WilliamTownsand waskilled by Arthur
[Owenby in Union county on the 12th.
The young ladies of Newnan gave a
party on the night of the ICth.
X Augusta people cure foundered horses
fv wrapping the bridle bit with sassafras
'.ark.
I The cotton factory in Brooks county,
which cost $50,000, was lately sold for
$14,000.
The cotton factory at Scull Shoals was
damaged S4OOO by fire on the night of
the 17th.
At Fontenoy, week before last, W. D.
Grant lo t his gin house and 20 bales of
cotton by fire.
It is estimated that the receipts of
cotton at Albany will fall 8000 bales short of
|those of last season.
j Vena Roberts, aged 00, and an old
(fluid of 05, were recently married on the
'igliroad in New York.
The trial of Dr. Palmer for killing
■ — Saulsbury, of Columbus, resulted
a verdict of “Not guilty.”
'Jajor Ross, of Greenville, S. C-, shot
sson mortally on the 17th for marrying
I a poor girl against h ; s wishes.
On the 14th, Wiltz was inaugu
kited governor of Louisiana, and S. D.
'OeKnery lieutenant governor.
1 (
Col. 11. P. Farrow is in Washington
ty, trying to secure his re-appointment
United States district attorney.
\Miss Lucy R. W. Horton has been
nutted to bail in SI,OOO for shooting at
an 11. Morgan, Senator Morgan’s
•a. .
Mr. Rogers, of Brook’s Station, bad a
i killed by a negro thereon the 25th
~ and on the 29th another son was
led in Texas.
klcade Stubbs left the train at Hinton,
ntucVy, on the 18th. Walking into
’n he met Henry Green, who shot him
p n notwithstanding his protestations
*** > .ras-unatmsd. * * • ' '
■wo little negro girts were fighting in
Piston county oi the 12th. The
■ her of one came to help her, and the
It of the other took pint. The boy
Jbeil the aunt so that she died in an
hr.
■lts. Girardey, of Augusta, has gained
Wdict for SIB,OtX) against J. W. Bess
el, for funds left by her husband in
1, to Bessman as trustee for her and
etiildreu, for which be had not
1 unted.
llfred Shaw, of Madison, was robbed
'JflYfcy a negro in bis employ on the
tf-ofthe 13th. Mr. Shaw heard the
o in the room, jumped out of bed, and
,bt and him, but was not able to h ’ld
The negro was subse piently ar
ad in Atlanta.
di-on meets with difficulty in keeping
electric lamps burning. One has
i burning day and night for 40 days,
many others have failed: some say
,use the carbon horse shoes have
,'en, but be jays because the glass
c. have cracked.
negro near Eastman having charged
/ ..a with powder, concluded that the
clt burned too slowly, and stooped to
iit up. The sudden explosion drove
p*g through his arm, breaking both
■s, and also tore off his upper lip and
out severs! teeth.
rthur (Jordon, a negro with a wife
two or three children, recently eloped
u Fauquier county, Va., with Miss
dor, of one of the first families, but
reak intellect. In a week or two some
;hbors who had tracked him up,
•sted him and carried him hack.
>• F. King, of Terrell county, culti
-riTwo one-horse farms last year, and
jd on each of them 15 bales of cotton,
rhing SCO pounds each, 150 bushels of
, and other produce. Another man,
ivating a cne-ho-se farm, but who
two mules till May Ist, raised 21
s.
re directors oh the North Georgia
k and Fair A.Anciation were quite
ruraged by the receipts of the last
_ting, and had Miucst decided not to
upi another faiA but Atlanta
ehar.ts are subscribing to bear the
;nse, and probably there will be a
next fall.
committee of the Kentucky legisla
wports t* at 8 of the convicts in the
.tentiary cannot live bore than two
itha, that 50 more ar likely to die
tin six months, and t! at all have an
salthy look. They attribute this to
F*&ct ventilation, crowded workshops,
, "-%.rei igc, and unwh Ic-ornc food.
VOLUME VII.
tub old story.
Once in tl>e starshiue, and moonshine, and love,
My eyes were as blue ns the heavens above,
’Twas rosea, and posies, a kiss, and a blush,
A wild protestation-a soft murmured “hush!"
A ride, a theater, a party or ball.
Soft sunny ringlets that held him in thrall—
Lips like the roses-flngers of snow -
A lobe like sea foam—a pretty pink bow—
Soft ripppling laughter—silliest talk—
Complexion with just h suspicion of chalk,
Doubts chased away before they were boiu—
Future as bright us a fair summer morn—
Days flowing smoothly us songs we would sing—
Down by the breakers, a dainty gold ring,
More pretty blushes—mamma says ‘'yes”
Pale orange blossoms —a lovely white dress.
Kuvlous glances—a toss of my curls
Who wouldn't covet my love, dearest girls?
Life bright as heaven- the moon on the waue—
Cold, slighting glance—a heart full of pain.
The beauty is fading that held him in thrall,
The wine-cup is wooiug what once was my ali.
Brain fired to nuulu ssa—soul in despair—
Of the gay, happy maid once a stranger to to
care.
Bright blossoms trampled—his love from mo
tied
His kisses were curses--1 wish I were dead.
FOREVER!
BY THE I,ATE IIAttKY HARDWO.tD LEECH.
“Promise!”
“I do, solemnly.”
“Forever?” coniinued the solemn,
broken voice.
“Forever,” echoed the weeping maiden
by the bedside.
The wasted hands were raised over the
heads of the kneeling figures; the pale
lips of the dying woman parted; the
tougue tried to ut’er a blessing; but all
the brightness faded from the eyes. The
woman was dead.
Two young girls knelt at the bedside.
Constance Owen was the name of ono,
with sallow skin and large brown eyes;
arid Edith Ormond, she was called, with
ringlets of gold floating around her fair
neck, and whose head was leaning upon
the shoulders of Constance, who had
promised the r’ying woman to be a sister,
protector—mother, even—to the fair
maiden at her side.
The strong, faithful, homely girl called
Constance was an adopted daughter ol
the dead lady—one of those waifs o* the
street, whose only hope of life is in the
charity of some tender hearted stranger.
She, however, repaid her protector by a
love and regard as filial as that of her
own daughter; and, when upon her death
bed Mrs. Ormond bade Constance Owen
make her the solemn promise recorded,
the brave girl not only did not falter, but
whispered or.ee more to the stricken girl
by her side:
“Yes, Edith, fur the sake of the love
your dear mother gave to the orphan will
I love you better than myself—forever.”
Two years passeil—two years since
Edith the beautiful and Constance the
brave had lost their best friend. The
former had grown more lovely even than
the promise of the dawn of her radiant
maidenhood; the latter more homely,
larger featured, in the face, hut with
years an added dignity of mein, a more
intelligent light in the quiet, tender
brown eyes, and force of character better
defined in every movement. There came
many a suitor to Bonnybrook—so the
little country seat belonging to Edith was
called—hut, so far, the little coquette did
not pay much heed to any of them. She
was chasting the butterflies of fancy
around tlie Garden of Eden—first youth.
But at letihgt her beauty, grace, and
perhaps, high social position, brought
one day to the gates of Bonnybrook one
Dr. Paulding, a superior and rising young
physician, who lived in the city close by,
and when l,e had found his way to that
pleasant country nook, somehow he
discovered patients in that vicinity very
frequently. Was it Edith's fair face that
made him take that blooming highway so
often?
He was indeed fascinated by her bright,
girlish beauty, and one evening after lie
had been wandering in the gardens,
under tlu moon, soft pleasant, words
must have been spoken, for after he had
gone, Edith, with a flushed face, dashed
into the room where Constance wus
awaiting her, said in a happy, trembling
voice:
“0! darling, lam so happy. He has
told me he loved me.”
Constance spoke not a word. Edith
was held a moment to a beating heart, a
soft kiss touched htr forehead, and the
next moment she was alone.
‘•lie loves me, he loves me!" and Edith
looked out over tho gardens, from which
the dews of night were distilling ail
their odor.-; she gazed at the beautiful
moon, and peopled the shadows with
the image of the man who had first
stirred her young life with the divine
music of love.
A month after the pleasant confession
had been made, Edith was called to the
mountains of Vermont to attend a dying
aunt, the only sister of her dear mother,
and she had to proceed alone, as Bonny
hrook would have lacked a guardian if
Constance had accompanied her—Dr.
Paulding’s duties utterly denying him
that pleasure. awe. „
Constance was engrossed in her house
duties and saw hut little society, save a
few rustic neighbors, who only recom
mended themselves by their goodness of
SUMMERVILLE, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, JANUARY 29, 1880.
heart, and certainly not by the brilliancy
of their wit or understanding. Once and
awhile Dr. Paulding would ride out, to
Bonnybrook, as Constanco told him,
“from the force of old habit,” but soon
it seemed that the man of jnedicine and
science did not carry on the conversation
with the old ease, grace and spirit. What
had conic between Constance Owen and
himself? Something inexplicable. The
noble woman found a strange, ra>c
pleasure in the society of the gifted man;
the scholarly matt a sympathy with the
large-hearted, intellectual woman which
he had never known or experienced in
any of her sex. "True;" he had said to
himself, “she >s not beautiful; indeed,
measured by the rules of beauty she is
positively ugly. But who can guage the
charms of a melodious voice, or define
the tenderness of an honest, kind eye?”
And she, too, mused iu this wise:
“This Dr. Charles Paulding is a marvel
lously gifted man. What power of lan
guage, what treasures of imagination he
possesses! What a noble career ho has
before him; and Edith”—here she would
pause and think of that clinging tendril,
not as helping the growth of the oak, but
as drawing from its strength. Yet from
all such thoughts as these her staunch and
loyal heart would resolutely turn away—
yet for all this her speech would not come
as "trippingly on the tongue” as in the
old days, and he would oftentimes finish
a sentence in the middle of i f , and then
lose himselfin vague glances at the ceil
ing or out into the gardens.
0. it was a dangerous time for both of
these awakening hearts. But they glided
on this treacherous stream, and seemed
only conscious that the hours were sweet
and that the sun shone on the waves.
There was no thought of disloyalty in
either heart. He was above all a man of
honor, and she of all else a lojal woman.
Yet how hearts delude themselves. In
the very pride of his strength Samson
was shorn of his locks.
One quiet evening in July Dr. Paulding
had taken tea at Bonnybrook, and Con
stance — his “hostess” only, she called
herself—strolled down to the gate with
him. His impatient hi rse was biting the
rough old hitching post, and throwing up
clouds of dust with his fore feet, lie had
been kept there four hours, and lie seemed
more eager than his master to leave
Bonnybrook behind him. The doctor
idly plucked some heliotrope as they
Sti oiled down the rose-bordered paths,
and mingled with the flowers some dainty
mignonette and a pale hud or two of the
tea-rose At last he placed the bouquet
in her hnnds and said dreamily:
“Head the emblems, Constance—you
who are a priestess in Flora's beautiful
temple.”
She quickly looked over them.
“Ah,” she said, “you choose well, Sir
Botanist. Here you have ‘beauty in re
tirement,’ ‘constancy’—that is good—and
I am not a summer friend’—that is better
than all. But you flatter with your
flowers nevertheless.”
“Not you," he replied eagerly, almost
tenderly, and in a voice that somehow
frightened her.
She replied almost coldly—although
her heart was strangely heating, and warm,
unusual color was in her face: “My best,
friends will tell you, doctor, that I am
ugly and commonplace. Believe them, 1
beg of you, and do not lot your imagina
tion invest me with any charms.”
He seemed all at once to be carried
away by his passion. He leaned over her
and replied, warmly: “I say you are
heautilul, Constance Owen. I feel your
beauty in uiy very soul.” But he said no
more-
The face of Constancy was a sfudy; the
flush that befure had crimsond her
cheeks died out, and she became ghostly
pale. Her fingers, which had clasped
the flowers, slowly opened and they
dropped to the ground at her feet. All
at once the vision of the dead wonian
seemed to present itself to her mind, and
the trust she was violating struck cold
to her heart. Was this the “Forever"
she had spoken? She staggered and
would have fallen; the arms of Dr- Paul
ding were about her; but she waved him
away in a moment with such a piteous,
despairing gesture that he obeyed her
without a word. She only had strength
to falter:
“Go—and remember Edith” —and she
staggered hack towards the house, leaving
him standing there, bent and trembling.
She did not know how she reached her
own room; the strong wonian had learned
at the same moment she loved that she
must sacrifice and renounce.
She stood for hours white and motion
less, looking out at the sunset and the
gathering gloom of evening, with wild
thoughts chasing themselves through her
brain, and a dumb, aching pain in the
heart, every hope trailing in the dust,
like those sweet flowers he had given her.
She laid her head alter a while upon her
hands, and wept softly though long, long
hours, until she heard the village bell
strike the hour of midnirht. She had
prayed and wrestled wyth her grief and
agony, and rose up at length quiet and
calm. She had yielded to duty and her
promise to the dead.
Somehow Constance Owen seemed to
grow prettier as the months passed by;
theie wus some refining change which
was softening her rugged features and
rounding every line in her stately form.
The summer into autumn had flown, and
still Edith Ormond had not returned to
Bonnybrook. Her aunt hud died, and
letters came from time to time saying
that etc long she would be home, yet she
came not. Could sho suspect the dis
loyalty of her lover?
It was lute in the fall, when the woods
had put on tbeir pomp of glory, and the
chill winds sent the (alien leaves through
the valleys near Bonnybrook, when Dr.
Paulding rodo up to the house and asked
for Constance. She had only received
hifu twice before since the summer
evening, and had then contrived by
womanly tact not to be alone with him—
although sho no longer doubted her
strength. Constance, on this occasion,
received her guest alone; there seemed a
strange embarrassment in his manner.
After the first greetings were over, he
said:
"Constance, 1 have much to say to you
to-day. Do you think you can listen to
me calmly? 1
“Yes,” she replied. “If it is upon a
subject on which you speak”—and she
added tremblingly—“to which I should
listen.”
"Both,” he said. “When.l first saw
Edith Ormond I was captivated by her
beauty and girlish graces; 1 thought I
loved her.”
Constance would have stopped him by
a gesture, but he legged her to lister. —
“for you can do so now,” he said, “in all
honor and reason.”
He continued:
“1 had never had my heart stirred by
the full knowledge of love, however, until
I knew you and discovered the breadth
of your sympathies and the womanliness
of your character. I never respected you
more than when tou rejectedjme knowing
I was the engaged husband of Edith.
But fate lias been kind to us both.” His
voice was trembling with emotion. “Read
the last part of this letter. ”
He handed a folded paper to Constance,
who took it as one in a dream.
“From Edith?” she said.
"Yes.”
The portion she read ran thus:
"So you see, dour Dr. Paulding, it is
better I should tell you now, that I have
met one here —my cousin Ray—whom I
feel that I love better than anybody in the
world. I have promised to be bps wife
amt I nut s Ore you will lorgive rue, for you
are so noble and grand and all that, and
I should led, I know, that I never could
fill worthily the exalted shpere ol Dr.
Paulding’s wile —"
Constance could read no more; a mist
gathered over her eyes, hut, this time a
strong arm was about her and a voice,
deep and melodious, whispered to her:
“Dearest Constance, will you be mine at
last?’’ Tbeir lips met for the first tunc in
one long kiss of love, and her answer was:
“Yes, thine—forever.”
THE USK OP LEMONS.
The lemon is a native of Asia, al
though it is cultivated in Italy, Portu
gal, and in the Sout h of France. In
Europe, however, it seldom exceeds
the dimensions of the smallest tree,
while in its native state it grows to
over ninety feet in height. Every part
of this tree is valuable in medicine,
though we rarely employ any of it but
its fruit, that is, the*lemon itself. And
every one knows how to employ this,
as in lemonade. To squeeze thejuiee
into cold water, this is the shortest
way, or to cut it into slices and - let it
soak in cold water; or to cut it in slices
and then boil it. Either way is good.
L m/onade is one of the best and safest
drinks for any person, whether in
health or riot. It is sui able to all
stomach diseases, is excellent in sick
ness—in eases of jaundice, gravel, liver
complaint, inflammation of the bowels,
and fevers. It is a specific against
worms and skin complaints. The
pippins crust may also he used with
water and sugar and be used as a
drink. Lemon juice is thy best anti
scorbutic remedy known.' It not only
cures the disease, but prevents it.
Sailors make a daily use of it for this
purpose. A physician suggests rub
bing th e gums daily with lemon
juice to keep them in health. The
hands and nails are also kept clean,
white, soft and supple by the daily use
of lemon instead of soap. It also pre
vents chilblains. Lemon is used in
intermittent levers mixed with strong,
hot black tea or coffee, without sugar.
Neuralgia may he cured by rubbing
the part affected with a lemon. It is
valuable also to cure warts, and to
destroy dandruff on the head, by rub
bing the roots of the hair with it. In
fact its uses are manifold, and the more
we employ it externally the better we
shall find ourselves. Natural remedies
are the best, and nature is our best
doctor, if we would only listen to it.
Decidedly rub your hands, head and
gums with it, and drink lemonade in
preference to all other liquids.—Ex.
WHECKEI) AMIDST DAItIvNP.SS.
James Hale, who made a balloon as
cension with Prof. 11, J. Kane, iti the
balloon “City of Boston,” twenty years
ago, at Canandaigua, N. Y., and who had
a thrilling experience with Kano —who
never was hoard of—thus recalls the
dreadful night to a Chicago reporter:
The sky, of an inexpressibly tender,
blue, was thick with stars that really did
“globe themselves in heaven.” The
whole unlimited expanse was filled with
glowing worlds, round and effulgent, near
and lar. \ lie greater bodies burned, as it
looked, close upon us, and between th in
stretched infinite depths, filled up with
other stars. There we hung, separate
and alone, out of the only world we knew,
intruders upon silence and eternity.
It was tbogradual sinking into the cloud
son, or a gradual rising of (be waves
around us, that brought uto to a feeling of
my own identity. The folds covered us
from the iu: jesty of tho night. The
Professor, to whom it was no new ex
perience, was the first to speak.
“I’m going down a little,” said lie; “I
think we’ve risen too far, and taken a
wrong direction.” and down we went into
pitchy darkness. I don’t know how long
we continued to fall, hut at last wo hoard
the sound of a cow hell below us.
“All right,” said the Professor.
“We’re ovor farms yet. I was afraid of
striking cast for John Brown’s tracks,”
He began to fumble in a satchel that,
lay between us, and then to swear. 1
ventured to ask what was the trouble.
“My phosphorites bottle,” said he,
“I’ve forgotten it, and hero we are in the
dark.”
i suggested rising again, and with much
grumbling he emptied a couple of hal.ast
bags over the side, and up we went, hut
not so rapidly as before. With an im
patient exclamation the Professorempded
morn ballasts, and our rate of useent was
perceptibly accelerated. The cow hell
clunked fainter, and finally was no longer
lieurd. The events of the afternoon, the
excitement and the quiet of the a;r com
bined to make me sleepy, and impercepti
bly I dozod off, the last thing I re me tube?
being the figure of the Professor in black
silhouette a.aim-t the almost impercepti
bly lighter color of the night.
I don't know to this hour how long l
slept, but I was awakened by Hie Profes
sor roughly shaking my shoulder.
“1,1 lie,” r.. 1 ho —a ml there wa? some
thing in his voice that made tr.y blood
hound—“liale, listen. What do you
lieul? Tell me quick!”
I listened intently for a second or two.
I heard a dull and sullen rumble that had
hardly died away before it was succeeded
by another sound just like it.
“What do you hear?” be demanded,
impatiently.
“1 hear something like tile dist tit
discharges of cannon," said 1.
“Cantu n, cannon, you fool! I wish it
were only cannon. Hale, we are over the
shore of Lake Ontario, and this balloon is
sinking.”
My heart was in uiy throat.
“For God’s sake, throw over what you
have. ”
“i’he ballast is all gone. While you
were asleep I tossed it to clear some tree
tops.”
“What are you going to do?”
“What? What, indeed! The wind
lias changed on us. I can’t control the
balloon, and wo are drifting out to death.
The balloon won’t live an hour. The breeze
is strong enough to carry us across if she
would live that long, butsho won’t.”
“Throw over your saohel,” baid I,
“You throw that rug over, and any
thing else you have about you that weighs
an ounce. ’
If two in n ever worked quick we did.
The car was emptied of everything it
contained except ourselves in legs than
half a minute, and the noise of the
breakers grew less. You can never know
with what anxiety we watched the silver
ing edge that told where the moon would
emerge from behind a heavy cloud that
covered half the sky. Would her light
shew ns the cold bosom of Ontaiio close
beneath us, or the dull, grateful color of
firm ground? It was a question upon the
solution of which hutig life and death.
When at last, as with a hound, the cloud
was cleared, we stood hokinjg over the
edge of the car, frozen with ifiight, for
there, directly below us, ajid not a
thousand feet away, lay tho crawling sur
face of tho lake, the black and misty
sliore-iine stretching hopelessly along the
view to the south and lading every instant.
It required very little time to show us that
the balloon was going down with slow hut
fatal certaimy.
“Halo,” said the Professor, looking at
me fixedly, do you know how far it is to
tho Canadian shore?”
1 said that I did not.
“I’ll toll you,” said he. We arc about
ten miles off the New York shore, and
as nearly as I can judge by that light,
opposite the port of Charlotte, and from
Charlotte to tho Canadian shore is sixty
miles. I conclude, therefore, that we
have got to make this thing sail fifty
miles, or one or both of us must
drown.”
I said nothing in answer to 'his. I
was in bo ease to talk. The Professor,
on the contrary, seemed perfectly eooi
and at ease, but he said nothing mote few
NUMBlilt I.
several minutes, until, like a glnmswecp
ing upon the borders of no lnm, w sail
swept by us, tacking to tho south;, Then
lie shouted, and 1 joined him in the cry.
We heard an answering shout from the
vessel, and the sound of foot upon tho
deck, and then she was gone, ami wo
were alone again.
“Did you n itioe,” asked the l’rflfessor,
“how near we came to taking tffft. top ol
her mast?’’
1 had noticed it, and with a start, for
we were but little more than i*mast's
height above the heaving water. It! nuked
God, though, that tho breeze W* bii.-k,
and that we must, he passing (rapidly
over. I was foolish enough to indulge a
hope that we might live until we reached
the other side. I euniiut tell yiiu what
an agony of conflicting emotions 1 -endured.
I won’t cry. I only know that before the
bott mi ol the basket spatted the watei,
which it finally did, I had grown t',m years
older.
The first contact with a wave came near
ending my share in the adventure. It
tipped the car, and the balloon rising
witli tho relief, lighted it again with a
jerk and canto very near pitching me
head foremost overboard. I tightened
my grip just in time, hut found tyself
swung outside of the ropes, and clinging
peril usly with my fee turned inward as
another wave struck us, then another,
then another, then another —and then
the floor of the basket of th<f balloon re
mained in the water, and the balloon,
still obeying the breeze, careened over,
and began to drag us with ffiglitfu!
velocity through the tumbling billows.
1 clung to the ropes for dear life, and
tried to climb along them towards the
bag, but Professor was ahead of tna, and
as lie climbed lie ealled out:
“Hale, one of us can get to Canada,
and tho other must, feed the fish. I’ve
got a family, and I’m going to Canada.”
I felt it was my death sentence, and
when the next instant I saw the flash of
his blade around the ring above the car,
and saw the same baleful light in his eyes
that I had seen before, I knew tuy time'
had come. Nevertheless, I uiado a fierce
struggle and leap toward him in the hope
that 1 might clutch the ring or some of
the upper rigging; bnt in tho moment of
my jump, the basket dropped, the bal
loon, with Kane in the rigging, his
shining knife between his teeth, shot
upward like the rising flight of sognyfraat
bird, and 1 wus struggling with the
waves. I sank, hut only for a low seconds.
1 had S, ways horn a stout swimmer,
and struck out to keep myself afloat as
long as I could. It was a gruesome pros
pect, there in the middle of Ontario, a
uiitc o 1 humanity in an infinity of wnte\
l could only hope to keep alive a few
hours at jonge.”, hut f meant to it
to the end. These tilings itched across
me like a flash, while I was yet under the
surface. The very first stroke 1 uiudo my
heel struck something. I turned and saw
the basket, Lottorn up. within three feet
of me. To my joy I discovered that it
was of willow, it was waterproof, and
having capsized suddenly, was in a con
dition to be used as a buoy, so l used it.
That was a long and weary wait for
’morning, hut the suu blazed out of tho
east at last —and then I wished it had
not, for the light was blinding. I looked
in v.-.in for land. Evidently I had been
dropped in the middle of the lake, and
must take uiy chance of being picked up
by sou e passing craft before night. Fail
ing in that, I knew I must die. But
altera morning that scorned a year, tuy
aching eyes wore suddenly brightened by
the sight of a steamer plowing Straight
toward me. I thought she never would
reach me, hut in about an hour’s time she
did, and came very near passing me by
unnoticed. I was nearly half a mile from
her course, hut she put about and a line
was thrown to me, and in five minutes I
lay fainting on the cabin floor.
It was the steamer Corinthian, bound
from Port Hope to Rochester, upon her
duily trip, and if the Professor hadn’t
dropped mo whon and where he did, I
wouldn’t he telling you this story to-day.
The Mnques, says the Arizona Miner,
area tribe of Indians living in Northern
Arizona, near the lino of New Mexico.
The only thing worshipped by these red
men is the image of a calf, gorgeously
dressed and decoi tiled with ornaments of
gold and silver. Their great dance is th c
ruataehin, upon w hich occasion they dress
themselves in the most ridiculous man
ner, their costumes generally being made
up from the hides of foxes, bears, coyotes,
deer, antelope, etc. After having com
mitted some great wrong the Moques, to
pay penance to the great Father, meet in
council, appoint a day upon which the
dance shall begin, and for twenty-four
hours they keep step to a humdrum tuuo
without food or water, when thny depart
from the dance-house with their sins for
given, free to go forth to steal a horse or
cow, as 'he case may bo.
The peoplo of CeJartown are trying to
have the Georgia Western railroad built
through that plaoo, claiming that economy
and business demand this.
Tf anybody was to go to a spelling match
and spell ‘'marriage” "miiar/e,"' ought
he to be sent to the head or foot?
FAIILES AND ANECDOTES.
One time thero was a vulture, nnd
vultures don't hav onny ('others on their
necks, and there was a rattlesnake and
tho rattlesnake it sed to the vultur: “you
hotter pul up yuru culler, ole man."
But the vultur it tod: “You better pul
down tho skirts of yuro skiu, cos yurc
bones is a stickn out.”
You jest ot to hear Billy, that’s uiy
brother, play (ho bonos like lie was a
njgger, hut liddlo strings is made out of
cats. *
One morning tpy father he sod: "Did
you hoar that dredflu cat las nitc? I think
its too bad that cuts is lot make such
noises wen folks wants to sleep.”
But Uncle Ned he speko up and sed:
“I gess if you was as full of fiddle strings
ns i i(* you wud make a noise iu tho
woruld, too, uicbbe. ”
Then my mother she sed: “\Vy,
Euard!” bat my father ho iuy down his
ktiile and fork, and looked a wile at Uncle
Ned, and then ho put on his spectacles
and looked a other time, and Bildod, tliats
tho new dog, ho rose up his hea l and
took a look hit-self, hut Mose, wioh is tho
cat, lie snook under the sofa-like sayn,
“Settle it yure own solids.”
Then my father lie ted: “EJard, it
ain’t been the custom in this family for
to he a end man in n nigger- minstrel pet-
Ibriiiaiioe, hut if you arc convinced that
the futnily intrust requires you to he ono,
you better git Johnny lor to rite yure
jokes, cos them wioh Adam wioto isgettin
mity shaky.”
Then Bildacl, that’s the dog, lay clown
agin, and Mose, wioh is the cat, laydown
on top of Bildad, and Uncle Nod, ho
wisided to hisself, but didn’t say any
more. ’
A elephant had went to a liver for to
drink, and ho was so dry he put his trunk
way down deep as he code, and was
wagglin it round in the wetter delighted.
And thero was too offle big fishes. And
ono fish it said to the uthern, ono did:
“Now there is a werni wicli is (it for to
set before a King.”
And tho other fish sed: "Yes, and you
better let it alone; or you w ill be set before
one your own Belief, cos I bet its got a
hook in it like (lie aukar uv a 3 docker:”
Jack Brily says one time a nigger Cel of
a ship, and the salers tlirode him a rope,
which he cot by the end, and they was a.
(lolling him aboard when a shark saapt.
him rite in 2. And just then a Southern .
planter, wich was a passenger, hi como
on deck, and luked over, and seen-the
shark do it, and ho was excited rtyl he
hollered to the salers: “I In hs got yure
hook, boys, he has took yure ’cook-t I’d oh
a other ouc quick, and git a fresh,
n : gger!"— Little John ny-
tiiavici.iv a axqus®*'
Many of our Vea<’ ia ? 3 * ORw,doubtless
heard of the ftTuo- j-.t vclinj< BtUuMK)ff
Australia. Siir il iT curiosities have re
cently been foe ad Nevada,-*!, id; are .
described as a Inn ist npcfcolly round, the
majority of them as L W c as a walnut,
and of ar. irony nn turn When dis
tributed a’oout upon tho fffior, tablegir
other level surface, within two or three
feet of each other, they immediately
begin traveling toward a common centre
and lie there huddled up i„ H bunch like
a lot of eggs in a nest. A single stone
removed to a distance of three and a half
feet, upon Lci-."n released, at once started
off with a wonderful and somewhat
comical celerity, to join ifs fellows; taken
away four or five feet, it remained
motionless. They are found in a region
that is comparatively level, and is nothing
hut hare rock. Scattered over this
barren region are little basins, from a
few foot to a rod or two in diameter, and
it is in the bottom of those that the
rolling scones are found. They arc from
tho size of a pea to five or s.x inches in
diameter. The cause of these stones
rolling together is doubtless to bo found
in tho material of which they are com
posed, which appears to he loadstone or
magnetic iron ore.
lIOW UK WISUKD TO ICSCAPK.
Pat being very sick and thinking ho
was about to shuffle off his mortal coil,
sent for his neighbor, when the following
conversation took place:
Pat.—“l am very sick and think I will
die, and thure I have been a very bad
man, and the devil will be aftherhutting
me. What shall Ido at all, at all?”
Neighbor.—Sind for a Priest, and die
in the church.”
Pat. —“An’ shurc, I can’i; 1 am a
Mason, and Ihuve beenexcornmunicated,
but do have mo buried in tho Jews’
burying ground, us a great flavor, and
then I’ll escape the devil.”
Neighbor.—“ How so, pat?”
Pot.—“Sliuro and it’s the devil that
would riiver be afther hunting me there,
for that’s the last place in tho worruld
ho would ever expect to find au Orish
man.”
OSCULATION IN RUSSIA.
Osculation is practiced somewhat
promiscuously in Russia. Somebody
wsites:
“The Russian ceremony of saluting
every one upon Master with the sentence,
‘Christ is risen,’ and'a Isis ', was carried
out with much pomp by the .Emperor
and his court. Precisely nt midnight,
the hour being announced by the firing
of a caution, the Czar, his family and all
the court dignitaries, together with the
chief officers of tho army and navy, wouc
in a procession into the church adjoining
the Winter Palace. Here, at u certain
stage of tho ceremonies, the Czar gave
three kisses each to the State dignitaries,
the general, aides-de-camp, and tho com
manding officer of tho guard. Mass was
then celebrated and the company then
dispersed.”