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bellton, GA.
BY JOHN BEATS.
Tbbms— sl.ou p er aDaum 50 cents tor sii
months; 25 cents tor three months.
rartiei away from Bel'ton ate requested
to send their names with such amounts ol
money a they ean pa r e, ‘tom 2cc. *o *1
Piano Playing Regulated by taw.
. The Loudon Globe says: The author
ities of Weimer are evidently a consider
ate body. They have recently decreed
that no person shall in any house within
their jurisdiction play a piano while win
dows in the house are open under a pen
airy of two shillings. This is an appro
priate regulation for the headquarters of
German literature. We have Professor
Teufelsdrokh’s authority for saying that
Germany is deep-thinking— set up on
high to tell the world what o’clock it is.
Doubtless a great deal of this deep think
ing is done in the streets, as the late
President Lincoln’s was; and where the
streets were mostly narrow, as they are
in Wiemer, serious cogitation is apt to bo
much interfered with by’ the sound of the
banging of pianos at every’ third or fourth
house, who knows what magnificent
ideas, conjured up by’ the regulation of
Goethe's genius, may not have been
spoiled almost at birth, and so lost to the
world, by the thoughtless tramming of
some pianist in a house with open win
dows? For the great author of “ Wil
helm Meister” once lived in Wiemer; so
did Schiller. So did Johann von Herder,
the friend of Goethe, and one of the first
of German tinkers. But in their days
pianos were not, as they are now, to be
found in every house; and if the spinet or
harpsichord was much in use, it made
very little noise, as everybody who has
heard one knows. Otherwise even those
great men might not have given to the
world quite such great works as they
produced. So the new law in Wiemer is
a useful one. In London we do not suf
fer much, generally speaking, from the
playing of pianos indoors. It is the
piano-playing out of doors that troubles
us, and troubles us a great deal, too.
Everybody is acquainted with the fiend,
of Italian complexion, whose persistent
grinding at a gigantic box on wheels
jiroducesa diabolical tl trumping amongst
scales which make Blinking impossible,
and life temporarily a misery. And
everybody must, at some time or other,
have wished that an effective law could
be appealed to against the fiend and his
like. Hitherto we have been powerless
in dealing w ith him, he has prevailed.
But it ought to be possible to do some
thingin the spirit which has just mani
fested itself in the quaint German city
towards abolishing one of the discomforts
of the world’s metropolis.
Fixing Shoos to Horses’ Hoofs.
A new idea for accomplishing this
without the use of nails is carried out as
follows : The inventor takes a shoe of
ordinary’ construction, having, say, four
holes therein, and through these he
passes bands or wires of metal, two ex
tending from or near the hinder extrem
ities of the shoe, and the other two at
short distances from either side of the
toe, the. position being varied with the
number of bands employed. To fix the
shoe the hinder wiles or bands are first
draw’ll tightly’ round the front and upper
part or corona of the hoof, the ends
passing through a buckle or ring, or
they’ may be twisted together. The
, ends of the other wires are also passed
through the ring or under the first
bands, and, being drawn tightly down
ward, the hinder wires or bands, owing
to the conformation of the hoof, are, as
it were, wedged tightly, thus fixing the
shoe firmly to the hoof. This invention
only receives provisional protection.—
London Live-Stock Journal.
He Had ’Em Coming.
Here is one of Master Johnnie’s fables
in the San Francisco Argonaut:
“And now lie tell you a little story
wich Mister Gipple tole me. Once there
was a revival of lidgion in the town
ware Mister Gipple kep a glas ware
store, chiney and crockery, too, and
every boddy was a goin wild with gbod,
no more swarin and drinkin whisky, and
fishin on Sunday, and steelin water
meluns. One day there was a feli,_.r
tendin store for Mister Gipple, arid a
mitey good woman she cum with a bible,
and she looked at the feller out of her
eyes, and then sed: ‘Yung man do you
keep the devine commandments?'
“ The feller was from Sacrymento and
diilent kanow wat thum was, but he
spoke out reel quick, and said: ‘Yes
mum, we do, but the boss was tryin to
get em out of his way yisterday, and
while ho was settin em aside he broke
every one of em. But we have got sum
better ones comin from San Francisco
—you come in next week.’ ”
Adorning School Grounds.
We have had occasion to drive hun
dreds of-miles this season among the
farmers of the middle and western por
tions of the State, and could not fail to
observe the neglected condition of nearly
all the district school-houses. The build
ings themselves were mostly in fair con
dition, but not one in ten was shaded by
a single tree. Here in this scene of bleak
ness the rising generation receives its
first impressions of taste and civilization.
If they have pleasant homes, they will
certainly acquire by the contrast astrong
aversion to the school. If parents and
school trustees cannot be induced to re
gard common decency in the matter, it
would be well to procure the passage of
a law that no district should receive pub
lic money, as failing of its purpose, that
did not have at least a dozen thnfty shade
or evergreen trees on the school grounds.
These trees would not cost ten dollars.
Agricultural and horticultural societies
should take hold of the matter. It would
be more important than giving premiums
for fat pigs and big apples. Do other
States generally do better?— Country
Gentlemen.
The North Georgian.
VOL. 111.
WOI.ACE.
W. FARBAND
We recall days of innocent pleasure
Which linger in memory’s thrall;
But sorrow too soju tills the measure,
And covers the past with a pall.
For friendship is but transient gladness,
And life is 100 short for its bliss,
So soon is it broken by sadness
For happiest lies that we lu’ss.
We only can watch through each season,
Forgetful of sorrows and tears,
M’sgiving, not knowing the reason
Why sorrow should compass our years.
We bow in our humble submission,
For solace look back through t he years
When we waited for joyful fruition'
v Os hopes now more bitt-.r than tears.
We forget that our life li< s its beauty,
Its pleasures as well a* its pain;
Why thou should wo turn from our duty
To indulge in this bitter refrain?
Our heaitsfullof hopeful emotion
Tin? riches of hopes that, are dead—
By the manic el memoir’s potion
Ehall recall.sweetest thoughts of the dead.
THIS FOOL STORY.
When I first knew her she was fifteen
years old; I was twenty-four. She was a
schoolmaster’s daughter; I, a school
master’s son.
We first met one September evening.
Her father was a struggling pedagogue,
with a family of seven children to sup
port, and lew pupils. I had it in my
head to become his partner, and had
gone down first to see how things were
looking.
Her name was Emily; to her friends
she was always Em.
She and I struck up a friendship. She
always did make friends with all male
creatures, whether five years old or fifty.
I was a scribbler, even then; and I fancy
the pride of authorship even in so small
a degree, had a certain charm for her,
which set me up in her eyes.
Sho wrote her name in my birthday
book, amt beneath it I wrote, “MyLittle
Sweetheart.” It lies before me'at the
present moment.
It was the hardest thing in the world
for her father and mother to make both
ends meet. Very little money was ever
hers. Her wardrobe was of tiie scantiest.
She knew nothing of pleasure as some
people, understand it; sho had never been
ten miles out of the town where she was
born.
Yet there must have been some fairy
present at her birth, for she was like a
summer’s day, always bright.
Time sped. I had been her fathers’
partner, and had now known her more
than two years. I was going for a ram
bling expedition to foreign parts; and
t hough I knew 1 was a fool for my pains,
tome it was a bitter parting.
And so for a time, I think, it was to
her; for in some way links had been
joined between us without ourever know
ing they were being forged.
“Well,” said I to her, the day before I
went, we being alone together, “Blue
eyes, h.,w long shall I be missed?”
The or.y answer was to throw herself
upon the hearth rug, place her hand up
on my knee, and turn her eyes up toward
my face.
“Ah, Blue Eyes,” said I, trifling with
her sunny hair, “you’ll have another
sweetheart in a week.”
“ In a week?” said she, in that curious’
ly clear voice of hers. “Doyon think so?’
She looked up at me and watched me for
a moment. Then she turned and got
upon her knees, kneeling in front of me.
“ Perhaps so,” she said. “ But”-—lean
ing forward, so her breath mingled with
mine—“ he’ll never be a sweetheart like
you. ” What could I do? I knew her so
well! I knew that this is just what she
would say to any one byway of comfort.
I knew that her words were as trifles
light as air.
“Make no vows,” said I, “only to be
broken. You and I have had happy
times; why should I begrudge the same
to another?”
She was silent. She was now nearly
eighteen, but she was so small, that it
never occurred to me to think of her as
anything but a little girl. She put her
hands out" and took mine, still in the
same quiet fashion. “Would you like
me to?” said she—“ would you like mo
to—to take another?”
“Em,” said I, “what does it matter
what I like ? Before the sun has gone
down upon my going, another day will
have dawned for yon.” I looked at her.
It came to me that this was very bitter,
and however great a fool I might bo, I
could not entirely hide what was in my
heart. “ Little Sweetheart,” said I, “of
one thing be sure—l never shall forget
you.”
She came to me, and I kissed her. She
still kept her face near mine. “ Bertie,”
said she—it was the first time she had
ever called me Bertie: it had always been
plain Mister before, and the name rang in
my ears—“ Bertie, I’ll not forget you in
a week.”
I almost pushed her from me. I knew
this dalliance was worse than folly—l
knew her so well—and rose to my feet.
“ No,” said I, with bitter mirth; “ not in
a week, but in eight days.”
She made no answer, but still knelt at
my feet. And so we parted; for the fare
well on the morrow was but a formal one.
*******
Tyo year passed by. Occasionally I
sent her little notes, pictures of noted
places, foolish curiosities. But I never
gave her my address.
At last I returned, and found she was
living out as a governess.
Her mother told me her situation was
in the neighborhood of Byde. Happen
ing to have friends in that town, I made
them an excuse for a visit there.
Yet, on my arrival, I was in no hurry
to find them out; and taking up my qnar
ters in a quiet inn, I prepared to have a
I day or two alone.
It was a Saturday afternoon, lovely
i weather; and I set out for a walk wel
BELLTON, BANKS COUNTY, GA., DECEMBER 9, 1880.
known in years gone by, through the
Lovers’ Lane, nestling by the waterside.
I sat down and fell into a reverie.
Something woke me from it— a sound.
I became aware that I was listening to
prattle; little voices were borne upon the
breeze, children’s laughter mingling with
the rippling waves.
But every now and then there was an
other voice, not a child’s, yet child-like.
It was familiar to my ears, and as I lis
tened, its sounds woke within me chords
of forgotten music. Before many sec
onds had gone I knew it was Em’s'voice
I heard.
I rose upon my elbow quiqgy, so as to
make no noise, and looked over the top
of a summer house near by on to the
garden below. And there I saw her.
She was on a seat under the trees.
About her were foul - children, two boys
and two girls. They stood at her knees,
close together, watching her make a
chain of daisy flowers.
She had grown, but not much; sho was
still a little maiden, and it was plain she
never would rank among big women.
She was dressed in blue—a little blue
cloth cap perched daintily upon her dain
ty head, still poised like a queen’s upon
her shoulders, and a blue serge dress,
which fitted better, I noticed, than her
dresses used to do. Even from where I
was I could see her blue eyes flashing,
and that wonderful smile upon her face.
She was certainly prettier than of old,
and she still looked like a maiden step
ped down from fairydom.
Wondering what the answer might be,
softly, hardly above a whisper, I gently
called “Em!”
But she, engaged with the daisy-chain
and her little ones, did not hear, and
paid no heed. So, smiling, I called a
little louder—“Em!”
But still she did not hear. The daisy
chain and little ones seemed to engross
all her thoughts, and my voice blew past
her with the wind.
How would it do, I thought, since she
was so obstinately deaf, to rouse her by
confronting her? If she would not hear
she should see, and her eyes, if not her
cars, be opened.
With some such fancy, I was just
about to rise and intrude myself upon
her presence, when I noticed the figure
of a man coming down the path.
I li.: 1 no objection to children witness
ing our meeting, though I could have
spared even them; but a third party, and
he a stranger, I did not want. So I
waited until ho should lie gone.
He was a young man, a gentleman
beyond doubt, and good-looking. His
was a fair young face. He had a promis
ing mustache, which ho tended with one
hand; and ho was smoking a mighty
meerchaum.
Instead of passing, ns f expected, he
stopped, leaning witli one hand upon the
moss-green wall. There was she with
heir daisy-chain, and children at her
knees.
Just as I thought he would; surely be
moving on, he vaulted lightly over the
wall, and while I watched with angry
eyes, ran to her from behind, drew her
head back to him and kissed her twice
or thrice upon the lips.
The blood boiled within my veins. I
did not doubt that this was a dastardly
outrage, and my darling needed a de
fender. In a minute, vengeance would
have been done, and he or I would have
lain low.
But her answershowed I was mistaken.
“Charley,” she cried, with that sweet
smile I. know so well, “how can yotfkiss
me before the children?”
“Why not?” said he. “Don’t I kiss
them before yon?”
And to prove his words, he snatched
up a little girl and kissed her again and
again, she laughing at the fun. Then he
sat down by her side, and putting his
arms about her, drew her to him. The
daisy chain dropped to her lap, and she
looked at him as though he were all the
world to her.
“Darling!” said he, not loudly, but
loud enough for me to hear, “I have
spoken to my mother about you and me
to-day; and she thinks I am very foolish;
but since I always have been, and always
will be so, she thinks I may as well take
you to be my little wife—though you will
be very foolish for letting me.”
Her answer was to lay her head upon
his shoulder, and flash her blue eyes with
a still softer blue upon his face. “ Char
lie,” said she, “are you quite sure you
love me?”
“Love yon?” he returned, and lie
meant it—-“my darling, more than I can
tell!”
“ And are yon sure,” she continued,
“your mother will not be angry? I could
not bear to anger her.”
“Angry?” said he, closing her lips
with kisses. “Who in all the world
could be angry with My Little Sweet
heart?”
And so on. The children looking on
at what was a new experience to them.
What mattered? They would have to
learn themselves some day, though they
were beginning early. And I—l had to
listen to it all.
I have not seen her since. For some
cause her happiness stuck in my throat,
and I left Byde that evening. I may
never see her again. Ere this, doubtless,
she is another’s wife. But when I think
of her, even to this hour, it is as My Lit
tle Sweetheart.
“I AssrßE7yon, gentlemen,” said the
convict upon entering the prison, “that
the place has sought me, and not I the
place. My own affairs really demand all
my time and attention, and I may truly
say that my selection to fill this position
was an entire surprise. Had I consulted
my own interest I should have perempt
orily declined to serve, but as I am in
the hands of my friends I see no other
course but to submit.” And ho submit
ted.—Boston Transcript.
SOUTHERN NEWS.
There Sre 650 students at Vanderbilt
University.
A glass manufactory is to be started
soon in Little Rock.
The Libby prison, in Richmond, Va.,
lias been sold for $5,000, and will be used
as a tobacco factory.
The survey of the Savannah river has
been completed, and the estimated cost
of ii,.prevement is SBI,OOO.
A farmer in Pickens county, Ala., has
made 174 gallons of molasses from less
than half an acre of sugar cane.
Gov. Wiltz, of Louisiana, has ordered
the planters to take care of their own
levees, as the State is unable to make the
necessary repairs.
Mrs. Catherine Coveney, of New Or
leans, was bitten by a black setter dog in
August and she died Tuesday of hydro
phobia. She was seventy-two years old.
C. A. Peyton, a negro of Memphis,
was sentenced to one year’s imprison
ment in the penitentiary Wednesday for
marrying Levinia Washington, a white
woman.
Mrs. Chapin, of Charleston, S. C., pre
sented a petition to the City Council of
Charleston against liquor licenses. It was
signed by 5,000 persons.
Gc:i. Sherman, who is at San Antonio,
has decided that military bands can play
for private concerts as they are not em
ployed as musicians by the government.
Col. Glenn, who has run a level along
the, Colorado river, says that there is am
ple ft 11 from between the mouth of Bull
creek and Austin to make practicable a
canal for driving machinery.
A school for the instruction of youths
in musical education is to be established
in New Orleans, in order to take advan
tage of the act of Congress placing a
training ship at the disposal of that city.
Oranges, the Sanford, Fla., Journal
•says; 1 .ire not cracking amt bill :-li.: -on
the trees as they did last year. Some,
however, that were damn cd by thorns
during the gale of August, are dropping,
but very few.
Miss Mildred Lee, daughter of Gen.
Robert E. Lee, is in Staunton, Va., the
guest of Mrs. John B. Baldwin. Miss
Lee has traveled nearly all over the
world, and never heard the “Pinafore”
until she heard it in Staunton the other
night.
In the ease of William Williams, col
ored, for killing the Rev. Mr. Scott, col
ored, of Austin, Texas, because of jeal
ousy, the verdict was to send him to the
penitentiary for life. 'lt evidently
pleased the defendant, for, feeling his
throat, he smiled.
On Tuesday a letter was returned from
the I tead-letter office to the postmaster
of New Orleans which bad gone to En
gland via New York, returned to Ameri
ca via Boston, forwarded from there to
the Dead-letter office and returned to
New Orleans, with nearly $70,000 of
drafts in it.
There arc at present in Key West,
Fla., a male and female manatee, or sea
cow, the finest sjtecimcns ever captured.
They were taken by means of huge nets
constructed specially for the purpose,
which were spread in one of the small
rivers emptying into the gulf upon the
Florida coast.
Complete census returns of Alabama,
published in the Montgomery Advertiser
and Mail, give a total population for 1880
of 1,255,069, against 984,215 in 1870,
being an increase in ten years of 268,-
854. In this statement the figures for
the counties of Calhoun, Clay, Shelby
and St. Clair are not official.
Rev. Thos. Stickney Haskell, who, up
to the latter part of 1876, was an actor
and circus performer, preached Sunday at
t'cCarondclet street Methodist Church
South, New Orleans. A large number
of ladies and gentlemen were present to
listen to the eloquent words of the be
nevolent old gentleman.
The motion to quash the indictment
in the case of Abe Rothschild, the mur
derer of Bessie Moore, at Marshall, 1 exas,
was sustained on Monday by Judge
Booty. He has been ordered into the
custody of the sheriff to await the action
of the grand jury, but the decision of the
Judge is looked upon as virtually an ac
quittai.
At the Baptist convention at Camden,
South Carolina, the report of the Sta
tistical Secretary, the Rev. Luthur
Broaddus, showed that there are now 616
Baptist churches in the State, with a
membership of 54,433. Baptisms during
the year, 4,227. The net gain of the de-
nomination has boon 3,142. This report
refers only to the white Baptists.
Abe Rothschild’s case was called at
Marshall, Texas, Wednesday, when it
was discovered that the indictment was
missing. This, of course, continues the
case until the indictment is found or a
substitute filed. For the first time in
twenty years (he entire criminal docket,
except the set eases, was disposed of at
(he present term of the District Court in
a single day.
A sample of Chinese tea has been re
ceived by the Sumter Republican. It
was raised by Mr. S. I‘. Odom, of Dooly
county, Ga., from plants furnished by
the National Agricultural Department.
He says the plants are now’ three years
old, in a very healthy condition and
bearing profusely. Sir. Odom is satis
fied that tea raising could be made a
success in this country, and of great
profit, if the proper attention were given
it.
American Incomes.
There is no table of the average dura
tion of fortunes ; but the statistics of
business failures iu the coimtry since
1866 show that the average yearly fail
ures ranged from 1 in 163 in the year
1871 to 1 in 75 iu 1876. How many busi
ness men in a thousand fail, once or
more, during their business lifetime, I
cannot learn. The proportion used to
be estimated for Now England at 97 per
cent. That is probably too high a fig
ure for the business of to-day, conduct
ed, as it is, upon much shorter credits
than formerly. But the proportion of
traders who fail is probably not lower
than 75 per cent, of the whole number.
How many of our people live upon
their invested means ’? In 1866 our in
come-tax returns showed 771,000 in
comes of SSOO per year and over, and
6,000,000 incomes of less than SSOO. But
these were not incomes from capital ;
they were mostly earnings or wages.
Probably not one in a hundred of these
smaller incomes, auduot over 10 per cent,
of the incomes over SSOO, represented
the interest upon investments. In
France, ten years later, the census re
turned no less than 2,000,000 people,
rentiers, -who live entirely upon their
invested means. In 1877 7,500,000 of
people, one-fifth of the population, were
enrolled as rentes-lrolders or savings
banks depositors ; but it must bo added
that the savings banks do not often fail
iu France, and that sooner or later they
are apt to fail with us. Most of these
deposits are small ones. But no less
than 2,000,000 of the French can say
with Petrarch, I’arva sed apt a niihi :
“It is little enough, but it will do for
me.”
Thus, in spite,of the resources of the
country, in spite of the almost universal
search for wealth, and in spite of the
fact that W'o have a great many rich
men at any given time, wo still do
not have a large class of permanently
rich men ; we do not even have, like the
French, a largo class of persons who
have a permanent though small com
petence. The rich American’s wealth
is extremely volatile ; in nine cases out
of ten it is “fairy gold.” The old
land-owners form the chief exception
to the rule; especially in our largo cit
ies, where the increase of values has
been great.
But if our class of permanently
wealthy people is small, so also is our
class of destitute people. We are fortu
nate in having no such immense and
harmful inequality of fortunes as we see
in modern England. Our ill fortune is
this, that our class of moderate compe
tences is also small, that so few of us,
in spite of our opportunities and our la
bors, have seized the good of even a
small assured competence. The land is
full of people who have not, on the other
hand, and who are not likely to have,
any assured competence, however
moderate, but who have nothing to ex
pect but labor to the end. This is, in
deed, the appointed human lot for the
majority in any community ; but need it
be, in a coimtry of resources like this,
so nearly the universal lot? Might not
many of us avoid it by a greater care for
a moderate competence, a lessened am
bition for fortunes ?— T. M. Coan, in
Harper’s Magazine,
After a holiday the rabbi accosted a
bright-eyed little “daughter of Judah”
with the inquiry: “ Why were you not
in the synagogue yesterday?” After
twisting in her mouth for some moments
the end of a dubiously clean apology for
a pocket handkerchief, Rebecca, with
downcast look, replied: “ Because my
hat was not clean, sir.” “ Not clean?”
said the rabbi, somewhat sternly: “Don’t
you know that God cares not for outward
appearances? that Ha looks to that which
is of infinitely more importance—that
which is within?” “But,” quickly in
terrupted the seven-year-old matron,
as a perfect solution of the difficulty,
“the lining was dirty, too.” And that
settled the controversy without further
argument. Harper's Magazine.
French Beggars.
Mendicancy is forbidden in Paris and
the neighboring villages. But under
various pretenses it seems to be more
prevalent than it has been known for a
long time. Homo of the persons who beg
iu Paris have known better days, and are
dainty in their language. A gentleman
said io an outstretched palm:
“1 have not a sou about me.”
“Sir,” exclaimed the worthy mendi
cant with a sneer, ‘‘ I have not specified '
the species of coin. ”
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NO. 49.
HUMORS OF THE DAY.
*
Baud heads never.
Usually the coarser a base voice is
the finer it is.
A popular paper is like a toper’s nose
—it will be read.
When your opponent calls you a liar
ret him have the floor.
That man that says that that that that
that man used was correct, tells a false
hood.
A great many men arc cottage-built;
that is to say they have but one story.
And they are for ever telling it.
A poor dentist of Kokomo wears for
ceps to keep him warm. A pair of draw
ers, you know.— Kokomo Tribune.
‘.Rebecca: Yes; when a young lady
• goes crazy” over dancing, we think she
could consistently be called hopping
mad.
“People should always marry their
opposites.” Yes, one of the marrying
parties ought to be a man and the other
a woman.
When the editor’s wife gets a new
dress on the strength of a dry goods ad
vertisement, might it not properly be
called her ad-dress?
a lover’s query.
Tell me— tell me Gertie, true,
Do not—do not—do not He,
Can you—can you—can you—can you
Miike a—make a pumpkin pic?
Boys, don’t be deceived. A girl who
will talk of the “limbs” of a table, will,
after marriage, chase you around a two
acre lot with a rolling pin and a regu
lar kerosene conflagration in both eyes.
A Maine school-teacher captured
thirty-three cuds of gum from her pupils
in one day, and it was a rainy day at
that.-— Detroit Free Press. Most any
school-teacher can do that if she but
chews.
An exchange speaks of “a policeman
who shot a drunken man who tried to es
cape in the hind leg. ” The policeman is
to be commended. When a drunken
man tries to escape in the hind leg he de
serves to be shot.
When a fellow goes out of a theater to
see a man, ho eats a little burnt coffee
and always finds his man. When a woman
looks under a bed for a man she never
thinks to eat any burnt coffee, and she
finds nobody.
An exchange prints a lengthly article
on “Science at Breakfast.” Valuable
space wasted. Science at breakfast is
getting away with four slices of ham and
halt a dozen eggs while your vis-a-vis is
unfolding his napkin.
A man in lowa has been arrested for
assaulting his wife, and he was found
guilty, even though it was shown that he
only stuffed her mouth full of putty
when he wanted to go to sleep. Do we
men have no rights at all?
“Take the elevator” is inscribed on
the fence of an lowa meadow. A curious
traveler who climbed the fence discovered
in about ten seconds that the elevator is
of a dark Infinite color, with a curl in the
middle of his forehead.
“Trouble has broken out in Cork.”
It is generally under the cork where
trouble breaks out. —Norristown Herald.
Many a sorrowing Home Ruler realizes
that fact when he hears the corkscrew in
the little small hours beyond the twelve.
A Hard Case. —Major Dunnup—“Aw
f’lly dull down here, isn’t it Miss Maria?”
Miss Maria—“Do you think so? Why
don’t you go, then! You’re a bachelor
and have only yourself to please.” Maj.
Dunnup—“Only myself to please? You
don’t know what a (loosed difficult thing
that is to do. ”
All the Rage.
We. see nowadays city aud country
houses which look rather like shops for
the exhibition of bric-a-brac and rich
hangings than homes in which people ex
pect to get comfort. Tim rooms upon
which some famous upholsterer has lav
ished the resources of his stock may re
mind one of the modern scenic seats on
the stage of a theater, and there seems
to be little provision for the substantial
enjoyment of their occupants. Every
thing in them is harmonious enough,
perhaps, except the people. In color
and composition they suggest a picture,
but the inmates of the house are out of
place as the living figures in it. They
don’t belong among such surroundings,
and they can’t be comfortable amid all
this tasteful and splendid display.
But unquestionably people’s houses
are looking better than they formerly
did, and more particularly those of peo
ple of moderate means. For the hap
piest thing about the modern decoration
is that its effects are produced rather by
colors than materials, and very inexpen
sive fabrics will serve the purpose. Cot
ton stuffs, as, for instance, cotton flan
nel, will take the most delicate dyes,
and yield tints of remarkable beauty.
And our own wall papers, which are now
in unexampled demand, may be bought
for a small price, aud yet be of patterns
and colors which will satisfy a critical
artistic taste. — New York Sun.
Professional etiquette is carried to
an absurd extent among the physicians
of Toronto, it would seem. A merchant
in that city was seriously ill, a certain
doctor prescribed for him, and, after his
departure a second disciple of zEscula
pius was summoned. The first camo
again, learned of the visit of the second,
refused to <\o anything more In the case,
and went away. * The second doctor then
called, was told of the first employment
of the other, declined to act, and went
away too. The unfortunate merchant
accordingly died. The newspaper which
publishes tins story heads it “ Etiquette
Run into tha Ground,” but the patient
seems to have been the one run into the
ground.