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The largest block of granite ever
quarried in New England has been taken
out at Woodbury, Vt. It was 230 feet
long, thirteen to eighteen feet deep, fif
teen feet wide, weighed 4,080 tons, and
required 673 wedges with fifty pound, of
powder to start it.
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Deadwood is booming. About two
months ago it was in ashes; now it is
livelier than ever. That is, of course,
buta repetitionof the experience of every
burnt-out American city, and is another
example of the innate energy of western
life. The town is rebuilt with large
brick and frame structures vastly supe
rior to the original ones. All the mer
chants are in business again, many firms
having over SIOO,OOO worth of goods in
stock. Mechanics* wages, which were
$8 a day, have now dropped to half that
figure, and last but not least Deadwood
has 713 gamblers busily plying their vo
cation. Mho says Deadwood is not the
future great ?
Nevada feels the shortened production
of silver, and the consequent absence of
speculative tramps makes the capital
city dull beyond conception. The two
bonanzas are alx>ut played out. Their
three millions a month is reduced to
about a tenth. Nevada produced alto
together fifty-six millions in 1877, and
thirty-five millions in in 1878. In 1879,
we estimate twenty-two millions. A
vast amount of money is being expended
in exploring since the Sutro tunnel gives
the mines easy drainage, and from ap
pearances, some rich ore bodies lately dis
covered may develop into veritable bo
nanzas and restore Nevada to its former
standing. Nine-tenths of all mining
charters in California and Nevada value
their property at millions, in shares of
SIOO, and new ones are being issued even
now. Nine-tenths are “wild-cats” of no
actual value, and a clean sweep will be
made of them.
It is announced that a new steamship
line is to be started which cannot fail to
be of great advantage to the south and
probably to the northwest. It is the
.Mississippi Valley and Brazil Steamship
Line. The St. Paul Press is enthusias
tic about the project, and it interviewed
ex-Governor Washburn on the matter.
The governor thinks that an immense
trade can lie worked up between Brazil
and the southern and western states.
He considers the obstacles at the mouth
of the Mississippi as practically overcome,
and he looks on the new line as a splen
did scheme. “At present,” continues
the governor, ‘‘our communication with
Brazil is by British steamers and via
Liverpo<>]. 'Die result is that we have
little trade with that country, while if
we hud direct communication it would
furnish a splendid market for flour and
other products, and give us in return
coffee,” etc.
SOUTHERN NEWS ITEMS.
The Tex ts state treasury hasabalance
of $300,000.
Four hundred Mormons have left
Georgia and Alabama this year.
The total indebtedness of the state of
South Carolina is $7,175,454 91.
Rome, Ga., manufacture I over 5,000,-
000 brick this year.
Norfolk, Va., did an export business
of $10,0f8),000 last year.
Jacksonville, Fla., uses four thousand
barrels of kerosene jut year.
Texas is larger than either the Ger
man Empire or the Austrian Empire.
Four thousand people rode on the
street cars at Little Rock. Ark., on cir
cus day.
A ten-thousand-dollar greenback was
paid into the Alabama state treasury
Monday.
There is a revival among the Wine
breenatians, or “ feet-washers,” at Bel
laire W. Va.
Montgomery and Mobile, Ala., two
hundred miles apart, are connected by
telephone.
Fast mail trains are now run over the
Atlantic Coast Line and the South Caro
lina railroad.
An industrious young lady in Ander
son, S. C., has made a handkerchief
valued at $25.
They say that all that keeps the Au
gusta, Ga.. canal from being a success is
too much water.
The first store in Grenada, Miss., was
built in 1833 by Col. N. Howard, who
still resides there.
The colored people own 18,000 acres '
of land in Halifax county, N. C.. and
8,000 in Warren.
\ contract for building a railroad
which will connect Pensacola, Fla., and
Selma, Ala., has lieen let. •
Constitution : The number of board- i
ing-houses in Atlanta has never been as- ,
certained. Living is cheaper here than
in any city of Georgia.
Patrick McDonald, not three years 1
,1. send- the Charleston News $1.30 I
...llected by him at Lynchburg, S. (' .
for th< lb od orphan».
The North Georgian.
VOL. IL
Tom Dav was stabbed to death at
Knoxville renn., Sunday,by nis nephew.
Ed. Day. a mere 'ad of seventeen years.
The lad is in the lock-up.
A force is now busily engaged in con
structing a telegraph line along the She
nandoah Valley railroad, between Shep
herdstown, W. V., and Front Roval,
Va.
The South Carolina legislature is con
sidering a bill to prohibit the running
of freight trains and to regulate the . tin
ning of mail ami passenger trains on Sun
day.
East Tennessee marble is to be used
in the construction of the proposer mon
ument to the memory of the late Gen.
Robert E. Lee in the city of New Or
leans.
Sunday two members of the Christian
church at Little Rock. Ark., each pre
sented a title to 160 acres of land, as
the beginning of a fund to build a church
edifice.
Jackson, Miss., is building a new
opera house, capable of seating 900 peo
ple, and it is said that when completed it
will be one of the prettiest theatres in
the south. ,
Twenty-two young men will apply for
admission into the North Carolina Con
ference, M. E. Church, at its n°xt session.
This conference already embraces 170
members.
Memphis Ledger : < lold eagles and dou
bles were freely paid out by those who
had debts to settle to-day. The yellow
medal will soon become a drug in the
market.
Laborers from Pennsylvania have be n
coming to Georgia lately. (Juite a num
ber of them are employed at the timber
mills of the Georgia Latpl and Lumber
company.
There are two colored centenarians
in Spalding county, Ga. One aged 103
and the other 108, and both are women.
Thirty million cigars were made in
Wheeling, AV. A 7 ., last year, and the
number will be largely increased this
year.
An eel six fegt long got into the wheel
of a water-mill at Goldville, Alabama,
and was sufficiently large to stop the
wheel.
The Little Rock Democrat says that at
no time since the war have the negroes
of Arkansas had so much money as at
present.
Lynchburg ( Va.) News: The .Mid
land railroad has a contract to ship 5,000
car-loads of iron ore to Pittsburgh. 'The
ore is lobe furnished fron Rivesville, on
the canal, below the city.
A Mr. Stoddart, at Pensacola, Fla.,
has an orchard of 3,500 fig trees, many
of which were imported from Europe,
Asia and Africa. Almost every known
variety is represented in this orchard.
A negro named Reach escaped from
jail in Robeson county, N. G.. last week,
and a deputy sheritl named I'ole, while
trying to arrest him, wes shot and in
stantly killed. I,each is still at large.
Some burglars at Charlotte. N. ('., on
tered a store on Tuesday night by boring
a few holes around the two locks on a
door, filling the hides with kerosene and
burning the door until the licks dropped
off'.
The Avalanche says that there seems
no doubt that a sewer system, to cost not
over $225,000, and perfornf all the nec
essaryservice will be agreed on for -Mem
phis. It is within the city’s financial
SCOJK-.
It is thought that special session of the
Tennessee legislature will lx.- called soon
to pass an act enabling the taxing dis
trict of Memphis to levy a tax for im
proving the sanitary condition of Mem
phis.
Brookhaven Ledger: There
talk of changing the gauge of the Chica
go, St. Louis and New Orleans railroad
to four feet eight and a half inches, to
make it conform to the standard of
northern roads.
David K. Adamson carries the mail on
foot between Ridgway and Leakville, Va.,
a distance of twelve miles. He has not
failed to make a trip for several years,
and receives twenty-five cents for each
round trip.
The Arkwright Cotton Factory, at
Savannah, Ga., which has been closed
for some time, is likely to be purchased
by A. Campladl, a capitalist and large
manufacturer of Philadelphia, who will
resume work at once.
The school children of Georgia pro
pose to contribute enough money to erect
a monument over the grave of the late
Prof. Bernard Mallon, of Atlanta. The
suggestion is credited to .Miss Laura A.
Haywood, of that city.
A large steam ginning and milling es
tablishment at Mikesville, Fla., was
burned on the night of the 21st inst., to
gether with 30,000 pounds of seed cotton.
The fire is believed to have l»cen the
work of an incendiary.
Wilmington (N. C.) Star: The house
of one Jacob Keaton, colored, on
French’s plantation, at Rocky Point,
Pender county, was accidentally de
stroyed by fire on Monday last and his
fiiur children perished in the flames.
The South Carolina public school l
were attended during the last school year
by 122,663 pupils, of whom 58,368
were white and 64,095 were colored.
This is the largest attendance the schools
in that state have ever had in one year,
prevent it, and the novelty of the bus
. mess is sufficient to make it jiopular.
I De Soto ( Miss.) Times: When our
darkies go to Kansas, a d other north
, ern states, breadstuff* will be cheap, cot- j
ton go up to twenty cents per pound, |
I stock raising will be a paying business
■ in this section, and treating negroc- for ’
' their votes will then be played out.
BELLTON. BANKS COUNTY, GA., DECEMBER 18. 1879.
t THE COLLEGE WIBOW.
What, been tn the city all summer,
Anu grinding away on your Greek?
Well, well! You’ll excuse me, old fellow
But really, you are petting weak I
Conditioned! What of it? I’m always
Conditioned—a regular stack;
But I work them off somehow or other.
And keep myself straight with the sac.
Why, of course, Tom, you ought to have cut ft,
And gone off with me and St. Clair;
No end of nice girls and salt water,
,- And lots of our fellows down there.
Anv snab? Well, you’d think so to see them!
Every girl was a regular belle;
All the tone of New Haven and Boston,
And other ones equally swell.
| But one of them, Tom, was a stunner;
She brought down her game on the wing,
For in less than six hours, by Jingo,
She had every man on a string!
Pretty? Rather! Her teeth wers liko pearls, sir
Peeping out between coral ine bars;
And her eyes, when she smiled on a fellow,
Just twinkled like midnight cigars.
Such is life; here, I’ll show you the locket
She gave me at parting; and Will
Has a bangle of her’s in his pocket,
i We keep them for memorabil.
As for me, though, I wasn’t enraptured,
In spite of the rose tint and pearl,
For somehow I’m never contented
With only a tenth of a girl.
And she’s not very young, let me tell you -
Ten years since they shipped her from school,
And I don’t think she’ll ever jjot married,
She can’t find a big enough fool.
Her name? Miss Van Arsdol, of Brooklyn,
You met her, you say, in July.
You’”o engaged to her, Tom? Oh, the dickens!
Beg par , I—well, hang it good-bye!
—Acta Constitution.
A STRANGE STORY.
[An Extract from Anna Dickinson's “Ragged Reglstei.**?
Did I tell them of queer people and
•trunge experiences?
Yes, indeed, did I.
Can I recall them now?
No—yes. One I remember, because
it was the most inexplicable affair that
ever befell me—no, did not befall—but
that has ever some tome “second-hand,
almost as good as new.”
I found myself one day at a certain
town with no “connection” till six
o’clock in the afternoon—a train that
might make sixteen miles an hour, with
ninety-six miles to get over. Due on
the platform at 7:80 o’clock That
wouldn’t do. So, of course, I had to
have a “ special.”
Place and time—Central lowa, some
time ago. Country just a flat plain, not
the rolling prairie land lying further
west; no towns, few villages, fenceless,
treeless; a speck of anything easily
seen afar had any speck existed.
Even the ties were without incident.
One after another, one after another, all
alike—same length, striking family re
semblance, lying on the even ground
without. mneh ns p. ditch r.t the side
to break the monotony.
Nothing of interest without, so I
turned my eyes to inspect what might
be found within. They are generally
wide open when they are to look at ma
chines or machinists.
I have traveled behind engines and on
them by hundreds, and have walked
about and questioned and gazed and ex
amined them thoroughly, but always
with fresh wonder and admiration.
Strong as Titans; simple, complicated;
helpful, merciless; beautiful yet terri
ble.
And J never look at them without
wondering what manner of world this
will be when some one learns how to
utilize, not one hundred, or fifty, but
even fifteen per cent, of steam.
As to their manipulators, fools do not
abound among them. A man needs
brains and logic to be a good machinist.
I like to watch a first-class one listen to
an argument on a subject with which he
may be ever so unfamiliar. He sees
flaws, and shows where the screws are
loose, and the sequence i.s broken, and
the point overlooked or bung]ingly made
better, half the time, than the combatr
ants, though they be no mean ones.
If a man knows a machine, he knows
how to argue from cause to effect, step
by step of the way, and isn’t easily
“bamboozled,' 1 and there’s precious lit
tle “nonsense” about him.
My engineer was one of the right sort.
A clear-eyed, intelligent, wide-awake
young fellow from New England—the
last man in the world you would suspect
of drink or either superstitious flim
flams.
He was explaining to me some of the
mechanism, when, with his right hand
on the lever, he suddenly paused, threw
himself half out of the little window,
gazed a moment up the track, then,
turning his head, with his left hand
thrust up before it as though shutting
out some awful vision, drove on.
There was no mistaking the attitude
nd its meaning.
“You have run over some one here,”
said I.
“Yes—no—l don’t know,” he an
swered.
His firemen seemed to notice neither
I action nor answer. I gazed at both with
i amazement akin to horror. “Am I rush
ing through space forty miles an hour
in the keeping of madmen?” thought
11. “Let us see.”
“You don’t know?”
“I don’t wonder you look,” said he,
“and ask, too. Will you kindly oblige
me by telling me if you saw anything off
to the right?”
“Nothing,” said I, “but open plain.”
“Nor ahead of us?”
“Nothing but level track.”
“Nor behind us? Did you look?”
“Yes, 1 looked back. There was noth
ing but track and plain.”
“I knew it,” said he; “knew it just as
well before I asked as afterwards, but
couldn’t help asking. Don’t you think
that’s queer?” .
“I think you are troubled. That is
more to the purpose. Do you mind my
asking what has troubled you?”
“Do I mind? Didn’t I want to tell
you, and see what you can make out of
it?” and he drew his hand over his fore
head and across his clear eyes as though
it were a nightmare that threatened to
unmake him. “It beats me.”
TRUTH, JU s TIC E, /.Hi ER T 1
“I woulcn’t letit,” smilingly, to cheer
his distressed face. “You are too broad
shouldered to stand that sort of treat
ment from anything,” at which he
laughed » little and the fireman re
marked encouragingly: “You just pitch
in, Ned;” rnd Ned pitched in.
“As for tie story—it isn’t much of a
story, you’l say—but—well! You seel
was comin; down the road the other day
—a good iwo weeks ago—a road I’ve
been over hundreds of times, and knew
every foot if it. I saw off’ there, at the
ight, instead of that pancake region,
tegular hi! country, wild and green
looking, pbnty of trees, anil among
them, on Gp of a sort of ridge, there was
a shambliig tavern painted red.
“It was growing dusky, and I could
see lights in the tavern, and hear loud
voices laujhing and rowing. Directly a
fallow came plunging out of the door
with his lat off, a flannel shirt unbut
toned at he throat, and one sleeve loose
and hanging, holding a whisky bottle.
He reeled down the hill, stumbled and
stumbled, struck his foot against a log
near the.bottom, and pitched forward
into the ditch half way across the track.
“I saw what was coming and had
whistled down brakes and reversed the
engine. The man could have got on his
feet easy enough if it hadn’tbeen forhis
cursed whisky bottle; but he grabbed it
and held it up so as to save it, and
couldn’t get his balance, of course, with
out both hands, and so pitched forward
again, and this time flat across the raila,
and we went over him.
“It was all done in a minute, you see,
and the train stopped, and I starting at
Jim here, and he at me.”
“What did you do that for?” said Jim,
“jerking her up like that for nothing.”
“My God! man, run over a human
creature, and mash the breath out of
him, and ask what I stopped the train
for?”
“Run over a mnnl” cried Jim. “ Ara
you crazy or drunk?” But I didn’t wait
to answer. I streaked up the track to
whore the conductor was out, and the
brakemen and passengers all had their
heads outof the windows, and everybody
wanted to know what was the matter,
and there—well! you know just as well
as I, there was the open country and the
track as flat as my hand, and nothing
else near or far to be seen.
“Drunk! No, I wasn’t drunk. I
don’t drink—ever. And it happened
just so?” turning to Jim.
“Just exactly so,” answered the sooty
fireman.
“Yes, pist exactly so,” echoed the en
gineer, “and just exactly so I’ve seen it
•very —s.:,d done it regularly since
ilien. Zina 1 . ■ 'i stand li much*longer.
I’ve got to quit. Look at that!” holding
up his strong hand that was shaking in
• way that didn’t belong to its muscle,
nor to the clear blue eyes that had no
drink nor craze in them. “Maybe I can
make a change with a friend of mine
who wants to come West. Anyway,
I’m going to get out of here, lively.”
J sat and pondered.
“Do you believe me?” said he.
“Believe you? Os course I do. I’m
not a fool. I know when a man has
truth in his face, and you’ve got truth
in your-voice, too. for that matter.”
He smiled, and thrust out his grimy
fist.
“I’d like to shake hands with you for
that—if you don’t care.”
“But I do care,” said I, smiling in
turn. So we shook hands.
“Can’t you explain it?”
"No—no more than I can tell you how
a flower grows.”
We reached our destination and each
went his or her way, and so far as I
knew there was an end of mystery and
explanation.
Five years afterward I was at New
Brunswick, aiming for the ten o’clock
train to Philadelphia.
“Drawing-room car,” called I, as I ran
down the long, dark platform.
“Drawing-room car this way!” wai
shouted from the rear blackness.
“Ah, is it you, Miss Dickinson!
Plenty 0* room to-night,” and I scram
bled in
About every official and employe on
the road knows me. So I turned to see
with which conductor I was going, but
did not recognize him.
“You don’t know me?”
“No,” said I, yet I found something
familiar in face or voice. “You are a
new man.”
“Yes,” he answered.
“Let me see! let me see!” thought Ii
1 don’t like to be thwarted. 1 alway.
remember people’s faces, and always for
get their names. I could forget my own
“Who is he? When—where did l ever
travel with him?”
“You were not a conductor when I
saw you before. I am sure of that,” I
ventured.
He laughed at my puzzled face and
answered, “You’re right there.”
All at once 1 placed him.
“Ah!” cried I, “how’s the ghost?”
The man had a fine ruddy color, but
he turned pale at that—pale as this pa
per.
“Why, you don’t mean that anything
did reaily ever come of it?”
“Yes, but I do.”
“What?”
“Well, I’ll tell you all in a breath—
that’s the best way, and I don’t like
talking about it. You know I wanted
to get away? Yes. Well, I got my
transfer, came to the Philidelphia and
Erie road, and my friend went West.
“Maybe I didn’t draw a long breath
as I got under way that first day, and
thought I’d left my bugaboo so far be
hind'me. Everything about me was so
different from what I had quitted, it
made me feel like a new man. You
Know t io country the Philadelphia and
Erie runs through?”
“I know it. Beautiful, fresh and hilly,
and full of streams, with a rough look
ing road and curving track.”
“Just so,” he assented, “and 1 went
along it cheerful as a cricket, looking at
everything and full of interest until to
wards nightfall—and then—well! I shut
my eyes and drove ahead. What else
could Ido? But my fireman was drag
ging at the rope like mad and rousing
me, and the engine was jarring aud
jolting, and presently stopped.*
“ ‘What did you do that for?’ said L
“ ‘My God, man,’ cried hc,',‘run over a
human creature and mash the breath
out of him, and then ask what I stopped
the train for—are you drunk or crazy?*
and he plunged off and I after him.
“1 didn’t expect to see anything, but
at the right, you see, as the train ran—
there was a bit of a hill, and a sham
bling old red tavern, with some lights
shining on top of it, and a lot of people
with the conductor and passengers gath
ered about something on the road, and
as 1 came up—there was a man with his
hat off, aud open shirt, and the whisky
bottle in his hand, across the track—
dead.”
A New Alpine Danger.
[CliKrlcs Riirt in London Times.]
On the l'3th of September three ladies
and two young gentlemen obtained at
the Hotel I’ilatus, at Alpnacht, a horse
and guide, and reached the. summit of
the mountain after six hours’ hard walk
ing. They rested and refreshed them
selves at the hotel on the mountain, anil
started on the downward journey. Be
fore leaving the top the guide asked ono
of the gentleman for some cognac, which
was refused. It soon appeared that tho
guide was intoxicated and worse than
useless. He led the horse on which one
of the young ladies was riding, and so
alarmed her by dragging the animal to
the edge of the path that she got off and
continued to descend on foot.
Once the man would, in the sight of
the party, have sent one horse down a
precipice, but the poor beast realized tho
danger, and set his feet Steadfastly
against going further in that direction.
It was now getting dark, and to be left
to the mercy of a drunken guide half
way down a steep and rugged mountain
path was trying enough: but, to mako
the matter worse, the man appeared de
termined to go into danger. The ladies
anil gentlemen therefore, hastened on
and left the guide and horse to follow.
After much trouble in finding and keep
ing to tho path in the darkness, tin y
ultimately got safe to Alpnacht, and
told their story. The guide did not
come in. The next morning search was
.’made for the guide and liorse, and both
were found dead on the mountain side,
having evidently fallen from the path
about- filly feet, above. The hotel peo
ple tried to keep the affntr from becom
ing public, and the guide was buried
next day without an inquest of any kind;
but, having still an eye to business, tho
worthy host cooly demanded an in
demnity for the loss of the horse from
the persons who had so nearly become
the victims of the guide he had supplied
to them. As yet the claim has not been
paid. 1 could npt ascertain the guide’s
name.
The Blue Haze of Indian Snninier.
Mr. Joel Benton has recently published
an elaborate essay, combating the popular
notion, which also has a quasi-scicntific
support, that tho blue haze of Indian
Bummer is the product of ordinary smoke
from fires. He argues first that the
well-known behavior of smoke is not con
sistent. with tho various phenomena of
the blue haze. After describing this, he
says, “ If It [smoke] ever seems to wilt
or attenuate m some secluded valley, it
is never still; it does not even approxi
mate quietude sufficiently to cheat the
eye; it is not a part of the air, but rather
a passenger upon it, and subject to every
breeze that blows or summer zephyr that
dallies by. I have watched tho attitude
of a good many heavy volumes of smoke,
and I have never yet seen one that
stimulates in any of its wrigglings and
active transformations, or in its complete
repose, that unique enchantment which
is wrought by the Indian-summer haze.”
If this haze is the product of sinoke
from fire, “ there should be,” he says,
“an alarming number of them in the
fall of the year.” But neither tho an
nual fire statistics nor tho newspaper
reports show this. Mr. Benton says the
heaviest autumn fires occur at the end
of the hazy season, which would make
the haze precede the fires, anil cease
after the usual mountain fires have be
gun, which consecutive facts ho has
noticed. Besides, all the woods of the
Hudson River counties, if they should
be on fire at once, would—if smoke could
cause the haze—make no appreciable
part of it; and the simultaneous appear
ance of it over a whole continent makes
it impossible to be caused by smoko
from any fires that were ever known.
It reaches from the Arctic Circle to the
Torrid Zone. Its occurrence in the
northernmost region, if it is caused by
smoke, could not happen there except
through “a conflagration of icebergs.’
The Zulu Female Reserve.
Has any paper recorded the fact that
at Kamb’ula the Zulus brought up’ a
large body of women and stationed them
in the distance to represent a strong re
serve? I suspect that it was by strate
gical dodges of this nature —dodges by
which Lord Chelmsford was mere that!
once outwitted—that the number of
Zulu warriors was so widely exaggerated.
We were told that Cetywayo had
twenty thousand fighting men before
Uluniii. Not one. thousand were killed
there, but where now are the nineteen
thousand?
“Is Mike doin’ well in the new coun
thry?” asked Mike’s father of a friend
who had just returned to old Erin from
America. “ Doin’well, is it?” replied
Mike’s friend. “Shure an’ye may well
say so. Ye’ll niver find Mike without a
quart av the best twenty-five cent
whiskey in the house.”
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TIEF. OLD STORY CONTIXUEIL
She read until she could not ees—
Did “Ivanhoe” e’er weary?
Then dropped the l>ook upon her kn<?
And said her life wudreary.
“From day to day I still must tread
The same dull round of duty—
Os damiug socks and baking bread.
Without one glimpse of beauty.
From week to week my landmarks
A sermon dull on Sunday:
On Friday night the Plumville Siar t
The weekly wash on Monday.
And, ohl there’s never a line of grace,
And never a hint of glory.”
She sighed and lengthened her pretty fao—
•* It’s always the same old story 1”
6he dried her eyes and curled her hair,
And went to the conference meeting—
From the garden gate to tho vestry stair
The self-same words repeating.
At last the final hymn was sung,
And all the prayers were ended.
When one from the doorway crowd ameng
Her homeward steps attended.
They left nt length tne village street.
And sprang the low wall over,
To cross through Captain Teasley’s wheat
And Deacon Eascomhe’s clover.
The moon seemed shining overhead
To flood the path with glory;
They whispered low but what they said
Was —only the same old story 1
—Cambrufyi Tribune
WaIFS and whims.
A scandal monger is a person to add
mire.
Does a standing joke ever require a
scat.
Ake men who fit counters in boot,
counterfeiters?
The sawmill runs to the tune of a
log-a-rythm.
Sound logic—arguing through the
telephone.
A professional beauty, though two
words, is really only one silly belle.
A THUMB on the hand is worth two in
a dog's mouth.
It is a fallacy to suppose that a baby
is being shampooed when he is christened
by the minister. It is a mitake.
•I‘Genius finds its own road and carries
its own lamp,” says the Evansville
Journal. Been watching us, have you?
• —Kentucky New Era.
It was a mean trick for the Buckeye
State to hold an election while the Dem
ocrats were away attending prayer meet
ing.
The man that bought a “salted"
gold mine in the Black Hills was a hole
sold fellow.
Depend upon it, “ there’s a time for
all things.” The time to leave is when
she asks you how the walking is.
An individual who called his first
daughter Kate, when his wife had an
other girl, christened her Duplicate.
Many a man who prays not to bo led
into temptation would bo awfully disap
pointed if his prayer was granted.
“Bob Injuresoul” is one of the
frightful results of the Chicago Tribune!r
new method of spelling
A newspaper reporter says that ono
of the ladies at the late ball, “took
everybody’s eye.” What an eye-dear!
Young Lady—“ Have you any dressed
kid gloves?” Clerk—“No, miss, we’vo
nae kid gloves.”
The man who starts for the river ta
drown himself will run for a place of
safety if he sees a cross bull coming.
The father with nine marriageable
daughters must have been engaged in
the belle foundry business.— Cincinnati
Commercial.
“The evil of men’s wives lives after
them, while the good which they do is
seldom spoken of with safety to f a step
mother.”
A newspaper reporter who died re
cently, left a large sum of money behind
him. In fact, he left all the money in
the world.
The best lip salve is a kiss. This rem
edy should be used with the greatest
caution, as it is very apt to bring on an
affection of the heart.
Thoz hoo r advokatingafonetiksistem
ov speling seem to want to institut a “go
az u pleez” orthografy.— Detroit Fret
Press.
There is a difference between light
ning rods and enlightening rods. One
takes the mischief out of the clouds, and
the other out of the bad boys.
“ Two souls with but a single thought,
Two hearts which beat as one.”
Old folks abed—the lamp turned out—
Ob crackey 1 wasn’t it fun.
Whitehall Timu.
Young Poet—You have some poetic
fancy, but your poem will never be ac
cepted by an magazine in the world. H
is sufficient to say that anybody can
understand it. The poem of the period
must be an enigma, a rebus, a conglom
eration of the vast, the infinite, th,
homeopathic, the. perpetual, and th,
serio hieroglyphic. You take our mean
ing? Write for lunatics, not for men oJ
sense, and you will succeed.
Daughters of the Rich.
No class of women are more to be
pitied than the daughters of rich men,
who, having real force and energy of
character, have no ventjfor it, because
fashion requires them to sit still and fold
their hands. It does not require this of
their brothers. They are applauded
when they grow restive under it, and,
breaking their bonds, interest thcmselve,
in a manly way in something beside,
mere pleasure. But let a daughter try
it, and immediately the awful Mr,.
Grundy starts up and points to her wor
sted dogs and cats, and her croquet
grounds, and her French dress-maker,
and bids the daughter of the millionaire
still her pulses and close her eyes and
ears to the jiossibilities, and think of
nothing but busband hunting. We
never can know how many real heroine,
are behind the wall of restriction till
what is called “adverse” fate sets them
free to stand upon their own feet, and
to use their own hands, and know their
own powers, which had been dwarfed al-
I most to extinction by inaction.