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► JWtl) Qeofgiai|, PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY —AT— BKLLTON, GA. By JOHN T. WILSON, Jr Tkbms— sl.oo per an sum 60 cents for aG months; 26 cents forthree months. Parties away from Bellton are requested io send their names with such amounts <>l money a, they can pare, from 26c. *o $1 years ago. 8b«. wm seated close beside me. ° n » May day. years ago; Heart of mine, you must not chide ma 1 was but a boy, you know 'Tis no secret. Til reveallt, of mine, ’twaa long ago; ■TWelnck of hair. If I did steal it, I was but a boy, you know. she pretty? Did I love her? Heart of mine, ’twas years ago; And that pang of bliss la over, I was but a boy, you know. “ Was ahe rich ?” now that is funny, Heart of mine, ’twas long ago; What cared I for lands or money? 1 was but a boy, you know. “ And you parted —how you missed her”— Heart of mine, ’twas years ago; v- “And you pressetl her hand and kissed her,” I was but a boy, you know. Do I Jove her yet?—O olden, Precious past, thou heart of mine; See, this lock of hair is golden, And the head that wore it—thine. THE LOVE LETTER. “Well, whoever heard the like,” cried Fanny Harper, as she entered the parlor and threw herself on the sofa. “ Guess, mamma, if you ean, what has just hap pened.” “I’m sure I don’t know. Perhaps Sam and Tom have been quarreling. Dear mo, what torments those children are!” “ No; they are both at school. Guess again, mamma.” “ Well, then, I dare say that odious Mrs. Sharp has been hinting that I wear false hair. False hair, indeed! then, why—” “No such thing,” interrupted Fanny; “ten times worse!” “Ten times worse!” cried Mrs. Harper, turning pale. “Oh Fanny, tell me.” “Well,” said Fanny, sobbing, “Julia Somers is engaged. ” “ Engaged? Well I wonder what peo ple will come to next!” “Yes, really engaged. If there was a girl in whom I thought I could place perfect confidence, it was Julia Somers. Only a month ago she joined our anti matrimonial society. Oh, mamma, how can girls be so foolish! Poor Julia!” “ Why, what can you mean, Fanny?” > asked a lady who happened to be present. “Is it possible that Julia is about to marry a man unworthy of her? Who is the dreadful creature to whom she is engaged?” “His name is George something— Thornton, I believe.” “ Is be intemperate?’’ “ Mercy, no! How could you think of such a thing? His morals are good enough.” “Perhaps he is an ignoramus, then, or—” “No, no, no; ho is a very fine young man, as rich as Croesus, very sensible, and so handsome! Half the girls in town are doing for him.” “ Indeed! Then why is Julia so much to be pitied?” “Why, because she is to be married,” said Fanny, impatiently (she had turned an old maid’s corner). “I confess I cannot see the great hard ship, after all,” suggested Mrs. Harper. “But there’s the dinner bell.” Fanny declared, however, that she had no appetite for dinner, so to her own room she went to write a long letter to Julia, in which she pointed out the trials of married life, and warned her against the fatal stop. What did Mrs. Somers do with this letter? She read it to George, and George twisted it into twenty lamp-lighters, and the twenty lamp-lighters were in requisition on a certain evening of the next week, when Julia ceased to be Julia Somers. Months passed away and Fanny, at Julia’s earnest desire, camo to spend a a few days with the youthful bride. The bright color and the playful smile still dwelt upon her cheek and lip as of yore, and Fanny might have forgotten that this was not the Julia Somers of her early love had not the apparition of a man’s hat and coat in the hall recalled her to her senses. “Well,” thought Fanny, “I’m deter mined to have as little to do with her husband as possible. Not a word will I speak except when he asks a question, for lam determined to hate him with all mv heart.” To'hate George Thornton—the roan who adored her Julia, who was so hand some, so sensible, so brimful of love and kindness for every living thing! Rash resolve! In the space of one hour Fanny had opened out her heart to the influence of his thousand-and-one good qualities, and he understood her. The week passed pleasantly, and Fanny went home and wrote verses. It was very odd, she thought, and my reader, you must think as she did that certain persons of the masculine gender were constantly interfering with her private reflections. If she walked she feared meeting some among the num ber; if she remained at home she was sure they would be there to torment her; if she read, the hero of the novelist or historian would take the shape of the Mr. Thompsons, the Mr. Smiths and the Mr. Jones of her acquaintance; if she visited, what if Mr. So-and-so should be there? Poor Fanny! The years of the life of Fanny Harper were many. Her younger brothers and sisters wondered that she had never had an offer, and Fanny herself wondered, . and rejoiced—at least she said so. One morning Mrs. Harper and her five daughters were seated together in the parlor, when a violent ring was heard at the door. It was not time for papa’s re turn, but that was not papa’s ring, they were all sure. Great, therefore, was their surprise when Mr. Harper, puffing and Canting, rolled into the room, bearing igh above his head a letter with a great masculine seal. The North Georgian. VOL. IV. “A letter from a gentleman, as I know by the flourish he has made on that great M,” cried Kate, standing on tip-toe and trving to read the address written on the letter. “A love letter, did you say?” criod Matilda. “Oh. its for me then,” said Fanny, decidedly. “For me, yon mean,” cried Lucy, who bore the only pretty face of the family. “Isn’t it for me?” asked Ann, as she re membered that Mr. Gustavus Thorp had walked home with her the last time she was caught in a shower. The matter was speedily settled, how ever, by Kate, who had contrived to gain possession of the letter, and was reading “Miss Francis Harper” in no gentle voice. “Give it to me directly, and don’t tease me so, Kate,” cried Fanny. “Wait a minute till I’ve’found ont who it’s from,” said Kate, peeping under the seal. “Let mo see—Thom—Thoinas! There, do take it.” My dear reader did you ever write, re ceive or read a love letter? “Not I, thank fortune,” growls ths cross old bachelor. “Nor I,” sighs poor Aunt Nabby. “That's a secret,” whispers pfotty El len. Well, then to you who know nothing ol such matters, an explanation or even a sight of Fanny’s letter would bo unin telligible; and as for you who have al ready dozens of your own, you can, of course, feel little curiosity respecting this one. Besides, what right have Ito read you Fanny’s secret? Fanny came down to dinner with as air of dignity quite unusual to her. “Do tell us who the letter was from?” asked Lucy. “Shall you say yes?” called Sam, from tho end of the table. “Os course she will, and wo will be uncles and aunts,” roared Tom. “Thomas, leave the table, directly,” cried Mrs. Harper. “Yes, mamma,” said Tom, encouraged by the blushes and titters of the four sisters; “but is it for saying that Fanny would say yes, or that we should bo uncles and aunts?” “Go away, you naughty boy!” and Tom was gone. When dinner was over, Fanny took her mother aside and begged her to read the letter. “Well,” said Mrs. Harper, after a si lence of thirty-five minutes, “a very prett y letter, I must say—but who is this Thomas Somerby?” “Why, mamma,” replied Fanny, “I don’t exactly remember ever seeing him, but—” “Ah, well, that’s of no consequence. Yon shall answer this letter directly— just the situation for yon. Let me see lives in the country during the summer months. La, wo can take the children and spend at least four out of tho year with you every season.” “Dear mamma, you forget that I am at the head of the Anti-Matrimonial So ciety,” “But that’s of no consequence. Only think of your friend Julia.—such a nice house—such elegant furniture— such a sweet baby as she lias!” “Yes, Julia seems very happy; and, do you know, mamma, she has really urged mo of late to be more charitable in my opinions of gentlemen. After all, 1 have possibly been to severe.” Fanny retired to her own room to meditate ujion Mr. Somerby. A tap at her door aroused her from tho reverie into which she had fallen, and Kate, with an air of great importance, made her appearance. “And so, Fanny, you are really going to take this Mr. What’s-his-name? You needn't blush, formamma has told us all about it, and we have planned out about the dresses and everything; and after you are married you know I shall have your room, for papa says I may. And there’s another thing which I must tell you. Oh, Fanny, I hope I shall have a love letter some of these days.” Fanny hardly knew whether to laugh or cry, but in spite of the grave face which she found it expedient to put on, several little smiles twinkled in her eyes, smiles that said: “Kate, you are a dar ling, but I musn’t let you know I think so.” “Well,” continued Kate, “have you written the answer? Let me see it, do. Come now, I shan’t tell the girls what pretty things you say to him.” “Katy,” said Fanny, solemnly “you must not talk any more about the matter. I confess that it is very hard to disap point you all and to distress him, but it must be done.” Now, if there was anything that Kate particularly disliked it was to see tears shed by anybody for any reason; there fore, as she began to suspect that Fanny meditated some such act, she lost no time in retreating. When Fanny came to tea she was as sailed by a host of questions, congratu lations, and kisses from papa, mamma, her four sisters and three brothers. “How d’ye do, Mrs. Somerby?” asked one. “Now for the wedding cake,” shouted Tom. “You’ll let me be bridesmaid, won’t you?” urged Ann. “And if Mr. S. gives you a gold watch won’t you give me your old one?” asked Matilda. After tea no one seemed inclined to set abontany regular employment. Papa held his newspaper before his eyes as usual, but it was at last discovered by Kate that it had been upside down for an hour. Mamma’s knitting work lay quietly in her lap, while her thoughts wandered off to a certain fine house in the country, where several children ran BELLTON, BANKS COUNTY, GA., MAY 26, 1881. about, bearing a decided resemblance to her daughter Fanny. Matilda, Ann and Lucy withdrawn into a snug corner, debated the questions whether he were handsome or otherwise; if he had dark hair or light, if he had not several broth ers, etc. Dreams, such as had never virited them before, came this night to the members of the Harper family. A tall, melancholy man, with black whiskers and black coat, disturbed the slumbers of the gentle Fanny; mamma talked in her sleep of “fine establishment—just tho thing for Fan; don’t you think so, pa?” And Mr. H. answered without waking: “Yes, my dear, he’ll put his name on my notes, I dare say.” Pretty little young men, brothers of Mr. Som erby, flitted around tho apartments of Lucy and of Ann, while visions of plum cake danced temptingly before the eye of Tom and Sam. , Poor Fanny was in sad perplexity. Her mamma had expressed it as her opinion that the match was a desirable one, she had even hinted that her daughter might never have “another chance,” and that for her part she could depart in jwace should she see her fam ily comfortably settled for life. And Fanny’s filial affection conquered all her scrupples, and she resolved to see, to accept Mr. Somerby. “Yes,” said she to herself, as she again dwelt upon the tenderness of the prec ious letters, “the sacrifice must be made. I must gratify my dear mother, even though it be at the expense of my own happiness. I will be Mrs. Somerby.” Funny looked out upon the quiet sky, the moon and stars, and thought, “How fine a tale could be made from this—a daughter sacrificing herself for the sake of her mother!” It was time to write her answer to the letter; but how should she begin? Must it bo with “Mr. Somerby, sir?” Oh, no, that was too formal. With “My dear sir?” That was too affectionate. And when the matter had been settled and the letter fairly written, the equally im portant question remained how she should subscribe herself. Was she to be “Yours, respectfully,” or “truly,” or “sincerely,” or “affectionately?” A diffi cult problem! But all things have an end, and the letter was sent. Then it was that Fanny's heart began to quake. What if Mr. 8. should not fancy her handwriting? Perhaps her note was too cold, maybe too hot; he might not expect an answer so soon and would be shocked at her haste. But all those heart-quakings were in vain—tho letter was gone. To pass away tho time, which now hung heavily upon her hands, Fanny called to tell Julia the whole story. The kind friend was in raptures. “Just tho man for you, my dear,” she cried. “So ho says no has met you in your walks and at church. Well, I can imagine how he looks; he’s the very imago of my husband, I’ve no doubt.” Fanny next called upon the second di rectress of the Anti-Matrimonial Society, a young lady of an uncertain age, and informed her that for private reasons she must resign her own office, begging her friend to make this resolution known to tho society at their next meeting. Meanwhile the four sisters ran to tell the news. Each one had her own par ticular friend who must not be forgotten, and in the course of two days, it was known to all Fanny’s acquaintances that the fair damsel had been wooed and won. Tho third day passed, and there had come no letter from the impatient lover. Fanny resolved not to sleep a wink that night. “What will become of me,” thought she; “I must be in love!” In the midst of her despair she fell asleep. The next morning a little note, sealed with “Forgive and forget!” was brought from the office. Fanny ran to her own room to read it at her ease, pressing it to her lips all the way up stairs. Behold the note opened: “Dear Fanny”—(“Why, how bold!” thought she) —“We have been amusing ourselves at your expense by writing you a letter signed‘Thomas Somerby.’ We are afraid that wo have carried the mat ter too far, and must now beg you to think of this imaginary person no longer. Now don’t be angry, Fanny dear, for we are both quite sorry, and are ready to hunt up for you a real Mr. S., who will write better letters than the pretended one. Affectionately, “Julia and Georoe.” Fanny sat like one petrified. At last she slowly rose, looked in the glass to know if she were pale, tried to faint away, and called her mamma. Mrs. Harper’s indignation knew no bounds. “And so we shall have no wedding, after all,” said Ann. “And we shan’t have our new dresses,” sighed Matilda. “And there’ll be no wedding cake,” screamed Tom. “It was that horrid George Thomp son,” suggested Fanny. “What an impertinent fellow,” cried Kate. And everybody, vexed and disap pointed, turned away to fret, to wander and to scold. Ann and Lucy ran to burn up the verses which they ’had written about wedded bliss; Kate descended to the kitchen to tell the story there, and Sam. and Tom, having vented their dis appointment in bestowing upon Mr. George Thompson the name of “weak sister,” departed for school. “I thought it was a hoax all the time,” said Fanny, the next time she met Julia. “Oh, did you? Well, lam glad of it. We were afraid that yon did not suspect it.” “La, as if I should ever merry!" re turned Fanny. NEWS GLEANINGS. Twelve hundred cars of lumber and shingles were shipped from Beaumont, Texas, during April. , Fishermen recently from the gulf stream report having seen schools of Spanish mackerel which were unprece dented in number. Maine capitalists have formed a com pany, with stock fixed at $200,090, bought property opposite the City Hall at Hot Springs, Ark., and. will ereCt a mammoth iotel. Haynesville (Ala.) Examiner: We notice the millions of locusts all over this section of the county. They eat the leaves of trees, grass, etc., but have not bothered the creps as yet. The late Dr. Henry Hull, who was born in Wilkes ceunty, Ga., in 1708, and died May 10, 1881, was professor of mathematics and astronomy in the State University at Athens, Ga., 1829-1846. He was associated vith General Andrew Jackson in concluding the treaty with the Cherokee Indians. Certain colored military companies have applied for admission into the State militia of Louisiana. These or ganization will be mustered in when properly perfected and uniformed, if they pass inspection. The New Orleans States says that one of these companies, the Attacks Guards, called after the first colored man killed on the battle field during the civil war, has existed, in an independent condition, for some time, and bears a fair character for instruc tion and dicipline. Dr. W. C. Capebeart, who owns two fisheries on Albemarle sound, in North Carolina, told a Herald reporter that he thought the spawning ground of the striped bass or rock fish has been found.- If it can be defiinitely located he thinks that the results will be beyond compu tation, and the rock will rapidly become the ..most important fish in Southern waters. Anderson (8. C.) Intelliecncer: There is some tai k—in fact, a strong probabil ity—that an effort will be made in An derson this summer to elect a dry ticket, and in view of this movement we are informed that the wholesale liquor deal ers residing outside of the State have, by their salesmen, promised to contri bate from two to six barrels of whisky towards controlling tne vote in favor of a continuance of license. * * * We will not submit to outside interference in our municipal elections, and those engaged in the liquor business, either within or without the town, had better not undertake to control those elections by contributions of free whisky by parties outside of the State. Hawkinsville (Ga.) Dispatch: In Dcdge county last week the editor of th is paper talked with the tax receiver of that county. He gave us figures showing that the taxable property of that ceunty had increased in 1889 over 1879 to the amount of over SIIB,OOO, or about twenty per cent. On Saturday last the late tax receiver of Pulaski county informed us that the taxable property of this county had increased during the last four years nearly a half million dollars, or from $1,125,000 to $1,160,000. In Telfair county the in crease in one year was about $150,000, and in Coffee county the increase was about $135,000. Minden, La., correspondence New Or leans Democrat: Webster parish is noted for an abundance of fish and game. Hundreds, we might say thous ands of persons, make it convenient to spend a few days during the spring or summer on the banks of the Dorchete catching fish. The bayou is at these seasons literally filled with cat, buffalo, trout, black and striped bass, white or speckled perch, red perch and goggle eye, pike, gar, turtle, etc. Deer, wild turkey, etc. are so numerous in the flats west of the Dorchete, as to seriously annoy farmers. In the winter season an immense number of wild fowl are found in Lake Briteneau —the various kinds of duck, brant, geese and occa sionally a swan. The parish is indeed a hunter’s paradise. li. ■: "v A New England pastor called upon one of his deacons with whom he was at a variance, and, with an air of great sol emnity, said: “ Brother, it is a shame that this quarrel of ours should bring scandal upon the chureh. I have prayed earnestly for guidance in the matter, and have come to the conclusion that you must give in, for I cannot.”—Z<ou»s ville Courier-Journal. Effect of Dynamite in a Boston Man’s Stomach. Mr. Meatmarket deserved sympathy. The assassination of the Czar eaueed much discussion of the power of dyna mite, aud in a beer saloon one day Mr. M. expressed the belief that if a dog were to swallow a teaspoonful of the stuff and then be thrown from a fourth-story win dow ho would blow up with a concussion that would loosen all .the plastering within a quarter of a mile. The proposi tion seemed absorb to Mr. Gallagher. He resolved to test the sincerity of Meatmarket’s belief. Going behind the bar ho mixed a drink, and after the lat ter had swallowed the drink Gallagher informed him that there was something like five spoonfuls of dynamite in it. Tho horror that took possession of Meat market was indescribable. Ho evidently was sincere. He drew a pistol to shoot Gallagher, but didn’t dare to fire for fear the concussion would cause him to ex plode. And the crowd wanted him to be careful. And ho begged them to move lightly, and took off his boots so as not to jar, and the streets -were crowded and every body seemed to jostle him. He had a horrible time getting home, and arrived there in a cold sweat and nearly exhausted. Just as ho entered tho house his wife rushed to embrace him. He warned her off. Then his son upset the stove and gave him a terrible scare. Ho retired to his chamber and lay on afeathor bed, and gave orders that nobody should walk, excepton tiptoo, and without shoes, in tho house. He didn’t dare to take an emetic to remove the stuff, for fear it would be exploded in coming up. And the agonies of terror he suffered were awful. There was danger of his going mad. But the worst was to come. Some how his house got aflro. It had got groat headway when discovered, and his only escape was to jump from a second story window. Whether to die by burn ing or explosion was a terrible question to decide. His distress of mind was dreadful; but the hot flames drove him to the leap. Ho expected on alighting to blow himself and all the bystanders into eternity, and he yelled to them to stand away; but they didn’t, and he had to leap among them. To his amazement he didn’t fly into a thousand fragments. Ho only skinned his hands and knees. He rose up the happiest man in Boston. But when ho began to tell of his marvel ous escape they informed him he was the victim of a joke. He hadn’t swallowed any dynamite. Thon his wrath was greater than his terror, and it took four mon to hold him till ho calmed down a little. And he is only waiting to meet Gallagher to cut that gent’s throat.— Boston Post. Her Illustrious Grandfather. New Orleans has some very wealthy families who refer with pride to their an cestors. A few evenings ago Miss De Smith-Ryan was entertaining some visit ors at her house, and, pointing to a pic ture on tho wall, she said: “That is my illustrious grandfather. He was a man who seemed fitted by nature to occupy tho higher walks of life, and was never satisfied unless he stood at the very top of the ladder.” Her aged grandmother entered the parlor, and, hearing the latter part of her remarks, exclaimed: “Sure, that’s the truth you spake, my child. Och! I’ll nivir forget the day— bad cess to it—when poor Dinnis fell from the top of the ladder wid all the bricks upon him, and was afther break in’ his ribs aginst the ground—poor dear man! Bo the powers, in those times the divil a bit more could ho make than phorty cints a day, and ” But the honest old lady’s voice was drowned by the banging of the piano as Miss De Bmith-Ryan struck up: “I Wandered by the Sea-beat Shore. ” A wondertolly gigantic scheme has been brought to the attention of the Now York General Assembly, in the shape of a water route from New York to Chicago. It is proposed to util ize the Erie Canal by lining it through out its entire length (352 miles) with a thick layer of hydraulic cement, at a cost of SIO,OOO a mile, or $3,500,000 for the entire length. The western part of the plan contemplates a canal of equal ca pacity with the Erie across Southern Michigan, by which it is estimated 1,000 miles of lake navigation can be saved. The capital is to bo furnished by the Western capitalists, who will ask no re muneration from New York for the '.(<■ provement to the Erie Canal unt _.c whole canal debt is paid off, .’ -ci are willing to trust their reimbursement then to the honor of the people, who must amend the State Constitution be fore a dollar can be paid for any such purpose. The canal will afford naviga tion for steam propellers of moderate size, which will average a speed of fif teen miles an hour. How He Went Into Leadville. During the first Leadville excitement the means of transportation thither were taxed to their utmost capacity, an l the stages rolled slowly over the high passes and into the camp, laden with excited and expectant passengers. One day I such a coach load met a forlorn-looking man tramping in the opposite direction, clad in rags, and carrying his scanty ef fects on his back. To their “chaffing” he listened with perfect good nature, and then dryly replied, “That’s all right, boys—that’s all right; I went into Lead ville with my store clothes on, and on top of a coach. ” The Golden Rule, says that “it costs a community more to support one liquor saloon than it does to run half a dozen churches,” and tho Retailer remarks that “there’s more fun in the one saloon than in the six churches.” jNfofth Published Evkby Thursday at BELLTON, GKEORGHA, RATES OF SUBSCRIPTION. One year (62 numbers), $1.00; six moaths \°6 numbers) 60 cents; three months (IS numbers). 25 cents. Office in the Carter building, west of th depot. ftO. 21. 'GEMS OF THOUGHT. ■ " r --W On every night there lies repose. Imagination is the greatest despot. There is no real life but cheerful life. * Want of good sense is the Worst kind of poverty. Impatience dries the blood sooner than age or sorrow. Love without return is like a question without an answer. Love, faith, patience—the three essen tials to a happy life. Pride hath two seasons—a forward spring and a early fall. It is best not to dispute where there is no possibility of convincing. As a fire is discovered by its own light, so is virtue by its own excellence. Ideas are like beards; men do not have them till they grow up— Voltaire. Pretty women are like sovereigns; one flatters them only through interest. There are three classesof men; the ret rograde, the stationary, tlte progressive. Great soulh by instinct to each other turn Demand alliance, and in friendship burn. —Addison. Suspicions among thoughts are like bats among birds; they ever fly by twi light. Always there is a black spot in our sunshine; it is the shadow of ourselves. —Carlyle.. The wise man as well as the fool makes blunders. The wise man, however, never makes the same blunder twice. Aitearnces are nothing, if you are in the right, but if you are in the wrong you must pay especial attention to them. No man knows what. a ministering angel his wife is until ho has gone with her through tho fiery trials of this world. .There's not a heart, however rude, But hath some little flower, To brighten up its solitude. And scent the evening hour. Pleasure is seldom found where it is sought. Our highest blazes of gladness are commonly kindled by unexpected sparks. The best way to apologize is to do such a kindness to the offended one that he will forget that you ever attempted to injure him. As man is the wiser for his learning, it may administer matter to work in, cr objects to work upon; but wit and wisdom are born with a man. Well, well the world must, turn upon its axis, And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails, And live and die, make love and pay our taxes, And as the veering mind shifts, shift our m«ils. The way to produce a smile on the face of nature is to plant it with seeds of flowers. Tickle nature in that way and she will laugh with blossoms. The foundation of every good govern ment is the family. The best and most prosperous country is that which has the greatest number of happy firesides. Many a splendid genius was the despair of a good father when young. But all of a sudden he awoke and went into ac tion like a soldier into battle, and made a name that will live forever. The two most precious things on this side of the grave are our reputation and our life. But it is to be lamented that the most contemptible whisper may de prive us of one, and the weakest weapon of the other. Love 1 what is it, and whence comes it? How much has been written about it, and how idly! Neither statement, comparison, nor analysis avails. Love is love, a thing like nothing else in the world—as real as a second sight. It alone bestows the power of seeing a hundred new truths otherwise invisible. —Michelet. Poor flour should never be bought for bread; the best is cheapest. Paus for wheat bread should be greased very lightly, cither with butter or lard; for rye, Indian or graham, they must be greased more thoroughly, as the dough clings to the pans more. Bread or any thing containing much starch should be eaten slowly. A crust of French bread eaten very slowly at the beginning of a meal often improves tho appetite of del'*- oAte people. In some of the rural districts of Italy, a lover who wishes to make a declaration of his passion places rose leaves before the door of the lady. If she rejects him she sweeps them away; but if she accepts him the rose leaves remain. “I don’tjwant that Stuff,” Is what a lady of Boston said to her husband when he brought home some medicine to cure her of sick headache and neuralgia which had made her so miserable for fourteen years. At the fisst attack thereafter, it was adminis tered to her with such good results, that she continued its use until cured, and made st enthusiastic in its praise, that she induced twenty-two of the best fam ilies in her circle to adopt it as their regular family medicine. That “stuff” is flop Bitters.—Standard. When some one can invent a five barreled revolver which can be sold for twenty-five cents, every city can do away with at least two school-houses at the I end of the first year. It is simply neces sary to buy a little more burying-ground. I —Detroit Free Press. Your Mind Will Orow Blront Mid great, not by what you reject, but by what i yon cordially accept and believe. Your health : will improve, just in proportion as you obey I Nature’s law«. If your mind is diseased, re fresh it with suitable relaxation. If the two great organs of your body, the kidney aud liver, are out of order, restore them by using War tier’s Hafo Kidney and Liver Cure. The mind can be kept clear by care aud the kidneys and liver by the great remedy above mentioned.