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NORTH GEO - TIMES 4 60 IN’ THE BANKS. BY BX.LBX L. CEASDL1B. His death-blow struck him, there in the ranks— There in the ranks, with his face to the foe: Did his dying lips utter ourses or thanks? No one will know. Still be marched on, he with the rest— Still he marched on, with his face to the foe, To the day’s bitter business sternly addrest t Dead—did they know? Wien toe day was over, the fierce fight done, His cheeks were red with tho sunset’s glow, And ‘ they crowned him there with their laurels won: Dead—did he know ? Laurels or roses, ail one to him now— What to a dead man is glory or glow ?— Bose wreaths for love, or a crown on his brow: Dead—does he know ? And yet yon will see him march on with the¬ reat— No man of them all makes a goodlier show— In the thick of the tnmnlt jostled and prcBt : Dead—would you know ? A STRAIGHT DIAGNOSIS. by ELEANOR KxxuL • - ‘•The doctor says it is malaria.’” How did you get malaria ? “Oh Aunt Mary just os if one could toll anything about malaria 1 It is like thewind. It oometh from no one knows whe ? and bloweth where it listeth;” and the invalid turned her pretty flushed face on the pillow with a movement of nnmistakable irritation. “Blanche, dear, have the kindness to look at me a minute,” said Miss Mary Harrington, firmly but kindly. “We don’t want to make any mistakes to start with. Ton know I am very blunt, and you know that I have opinions—” “And I know there is nobody in all the world like you when one is ill,” the young lady interrupted; “and that is why I begged and prayed mamma to send for you.” “That is very pleasant and eneourug ing as far as it goes,” s»i4th& lady, “but Jean remain, Blanche, as your nurse, only on the oondition that tou obey me. I am ready to unpack and stay, or put on my hat and go.” Mias Harrington’s gray eyes were ten der and smiling, and her whole face was aglow with active benevolence; but the broad brow and the firm mouth had also much to say of careful study and strength of charaoter. “Why, auntie, I should give up en tirely if you disappointed me now,” the invalid replied, with quivering lips. “I have just lived on the thought of vour ' coming.” “Well, will you obey me ?” “Yes, auntie, and I hope you’ll re member that obedience fa not my strong point.” “But I have your promise, apd that Will do,” said the nurse, cheerfully; “and now well poo,” “Nineteen years old,” Miss Herring ton said to herself, “and confined to her bed eight weeks with malaria? Bosh! A bad tongue, feverfah, more emaciated than 1 had expected to find her, pain in her side, intermitting pulse, consent oppression of the chest, backache, acute headaches, cold extremities, mahiia? and no ap petita And this is Bosh • . I t I wonder . what * . the i. doctor j did agam before the word‘malaria oame into usa Imustaskthis physician his reason for calling this a malarial attack.” Miss Harrington was as good as her word doubts and quite forcing^ mto the opinmus background and her started on her tour of mv^hgation with an appearimee of implicit faith m the ability of the medical man to answer her questions. “te there anythingthe matter with thep umbmg? the lady mquired. your brother has not taken, the dolt doctor answered. “Do vou know of other cases of ma laria in this locality ?” “Oh yes* malaria is by no means a rare “But produot in this neighborhood.” it is very high and dry, and con stantly swept by sea-breezes.” “Yes; very high and dry.” “And very gay?” Aunt Mary sng gested, demurely. t£; “Yes- exceutionallv P comical cav tinkle ” was a in the gentleman’s eye that told of a quick ap- ^ preeiation oi his companion’s remark. “And late hours, and thin shoes, and low necks, and salads, and souffles some times induce malaria, I suppose?” “Without doubt.” “WeU, why don’t you say so, then?” Aunt Maryhadkept her claws shealhed t“A just about as long as was possible. physician cannot safely meddle with the private hie of hia patients ex eept is wtwwe was,” was |ie aorttf- SPRING PLACE. GEORGIA, . 1885 . flea response. “II I were to take the broad platform which you reoommend,” the gentleman added, “I should not only not do the least bit of good, but I shouldn’t have a patient left. My repu¬ tation would be simply that of an old bnsybody and an old fool. But, madam, this is an exoellent field for you, and I am sure we can work together with the utmost harmony.” “Perhaps you are right.” said Miss Harrington, thoughtfully, “but I don’t exactly see it. Of course, if your pa, lients are all idiots, that settles it.” “You would scarcely call your niece an idiot,” said the doctor, “and she is as fair a representative of the class as I oould name.” After a few davs of Aunt Mary’s effident nursing, her patient felt ab!e to sit up, and her maid was directed to get together the necessary articles of ward robe. Among the first things presented were a pair of bl*ck silk stockings and a P r S ‘ What . are these ? Miss ,, „ Harrington . aS vV. • m Why, * they are „ the newest , style , , of dippers, auntie,” said her niece. ‘ -Paper soles, and three-inch heels nrpered down to a cherry pit in the mid die of the foot. I presume you wear these all the time you are in the house ?” “Wuv ’ of mn vs a Vinter unnHcx •> ,. In Ul e dead of 'as well as in tbe ' dog _ daya ?> The youcg , ady , anghed merril t j ,,£2ST companion’s old fosvism Jut seehow prettv thev s ° W many COrns have yon > , ,,V ,„ ' U 01J , y ... 1 ? . ’ 1 sead for . chiropodist .. oue8 \ a once m a while, and then Im all right for ever ong ; “A girl of nineteen with her feet in a chiropodist’s hands!” said auntie, with a wry face. “That isn’t anything. Why, almost all the tbe slightest doubt of it,” the ^dy interrupted. “You have nothing else, I suppose, to put on your feet but the fc thingsr t ‘ No, auntib, and I wouldn i wear any others if I had. “I have now accounted few your back aehes, Blanche,” said Miss Harrington, ,and we proceed to eliminate the 8 P' naI column from the charge of malaria; it is perfectly innocent. ” ^ nd now tke nurse examined the otber articles laid _ out for use. There wasn’t an inch of flannel to be seen; n °thing bat the finest and most elabor a ^y heruffled and embroidered linen, “And you do not own a flannel petti coat ®* ancka ’’’ > “What in the world do I want of flan uels ? You kuow 1 almost always go out in the carriage > and there ar6 lots of war “ robes ; “It is about as I supposed,” Miss H a n;i“Kt oa remarked, sadly. “Your br f k down 13 du l to P^feetly plain and natural causes. There is nothing in the ' ea3t “ ysterioua about U ’ You havede ' for f ed vour feet ’ weakened y° ur 8 P me > - aad con f e(1 " ent ‘ y yonr ^ hole n ™ 3 8y8tem ’ by the shoes yoU have wo “’ By 8 Set ™° f 1X “ y “ a baVe red “f * yo ”:. Vltal f ° r ° e to Sa0h “ f J reactlo pr08t “ “ tl0n was 81111 ^possible a ^ omplete without 6688811011 further of ~ Here are your corsefe How much do ^ they measure, ..Jth please?” .. Nineteen aUQtie e young ° . f , 7 was almos . . ready , toory . now_»and ,, lbey a wbole lncb larger lhan most gl 8 0 “ y Slze weai , ' „ . haye j flesh> and I shali have to ^ for Bhrinkage h . Tweuty . f0Uf iuch(ja ^ ag & Blanche , Tuink of itA twenty-four-inch waist squeezed into nineteen-inch corsets! nowoJear theheart and lungs ?. oh of ffialaria . Yonr J £ Pulse, the catting pain in yonr uneven and inadequate aspiration, can be traced directly to «ght lacing. Now I have this to say, m y child. I shall not permit yon to wear one of these articles as long as you » r e under my care. If you will accept a pai* my quilted slippers, and allow me to wrapyouin blankets till youhave some clothes suitable for a convalescent to wear, ell right. If not, you must find 80me one elae to lake Care of y ou ’ ** « tb “ 100 P re6i0118 lbr 7 ‘™ ay ’ Tbl8 may 8 ? 8m V .f 7 f laocbe : but T I really think t it woud be {ar ^ for yoa 10 dle “ OW 10 J 6 f nrsed back to the old shameful condi tlo “- Ther618 notb : Dg More yon but . a Me ° f r ahd r lf you declde 10 g0 on as you aave begun. , “But how can I wear horrid old shoes and ° ld 8OTafcoh y flanne,8 ‘, aod bave a waist like a washer-woman’s? the girl ^ oa bav ^ goloshes and leggings yet, but perhaps! yon’d like to have me wear those ?” “Shall I get the blankets and my inquired. quilted slippers, Blanche?” Aunt Mary] “Yes; bring the gun-boats and the! flannels,” her companion replied. “Ana if you can find a few hen’s feathers tol stick in my hair, the resemblance to al Sioux squaw will b« still more striking.’I iesi After this Miss Blanche had some sons in physiology and hygiene, topic! auJ very interesting and profitable thl they proved to be. She learned enoug! reasons of things, and had sense llarper\ to accept and utilize them. — Bazar. 9 How Steel Fens aro Hade. sheets First This the steel * is rolled BtripB into bf | . ont Mo abo al three inches wide. These strips I annealed; that is, they are heated to red hot heat and permitted to cool very gradually, so that the brittleness is all removed and the steel is soft enough to be easily worked. Then the strips are • 1Ied lo the thloknoss agam ™ - °f’ f “ tbe averag6 6teel pen 18 not thl0ker tUeu a sheet of 111111 lelter paper ’ Noxt - the b!ank pen 18 cu 1 onl of tho flat 8trl P- 0n - this the name of the maker or of the brand “ 8tamped ’ Next - the pen *» molded in a form which combines gracefulness with strength. The round ing enable81116 P en 16 bold the requisite ink and to distribute it more gradually than could be done with a flat blade, The little hole which is cut at the end of the slit serves to regulate the elas ticity, and also facilitates the running oE the ink. Then comes the process of bardening and tempering. The steel Cheated to a oherry-red and then plunged suddenly into some oool Bub stanoe. This at once changes the qual ity of the metal from thnt of a soft, lead like substance to a brittle, spingy one. Then the temper of the steel must be for without this process it would be too brittle. The drawing consists 0 f heating the pen nntil it reaches a certain color. The first color that appeals is a straw dolori This changes rapidly to a blue. The elasticity of tbe metal varies with the oolor, and is fast enedat any point by instant plunging into cold water. The processes of slit ting, polishing, pointing and finishing the pens are operations requiring dex terity, but by long practice the work men and workwomen become very ex p 6r t. There have been few changes of j a te years, and the process of manu facture fa much the same that it was twenty years ago, and the prices dre rather uniform, ranging from seventy five cents to $4 a gross, according to the quality of the finish. Exhibitors of the Elephant Standing near the desk of the Fifth Avenue Hotel a day or two since, I saw a neatly dressed, gentlemanly man step up to the clerk and say: “I want to see the town and am a strangers topping here with you.” The clerk without a reply, turned and whistled for a bell boy. “Call M--,” said the olerk. In a moment a large, good-looking man, as well dressed as any gentleman on the street, appeared. The clerk introduced him to the person who wanted to see the sights of a great city. “Whatever this man does is all right,” said the olerk to him. “He is our man, and he knows the ropes.” The two stepped aside, talked in a subdued ’tone a moment, and then parted to meet again later. The next morning I saw the two men in the barroom drinking seltzer water. They both looked [as though they had made a night of iX All the great hotels keep jgood-looking, well-informed men to show a stranger around. It is a costly business to the visitor, but any one coming to New York is willing to be robbed, especially if he is bent on seeing the elephant .—Phildelphia News. The Presidential Vote. The Tribune Almanac for 1885, pre¬ pared by Edward McPherson, gives the popular vote of the last Presidential election as follows: Cleveland.... ..... 4,874,98G Blaine....... ..... 4,851,981 Butler....... ..... 175,870 St. John..... ...... 150,800 Total_____________ ......10,052,708 Cleveland’s plurality, ..... 23,005 Lost It.— The discoverer of the richest of the Leodville silver mines sold hfa claim at once for $40,000, and during the following year the two purchasers made $1,000,000 each from it. Mean¬ while the discoverer squandered his $40,000 in prospecting, and the other day, a homeless tramp, applied for a night’s lodging at the Leadville station house, >f s ie ie subjeokof iangwidge. I now want to spoke to you indiwidually. Ou eeberal different ocoaalrans I has heard you wind up an obaervashun wid cum dig soils. Has you got any diggia’ to do?” . “N—no, sah.” “Ain’t gwine to dig a oellar or a well ?” >“No, sah.” “Do you know anybody named Solis?” “I reokon not, sah.” /‘Den why did you call on Solis to tkm an dig ?” “I danno.” “Um 1 On odder oooasions, Brudder Watkins, I has heard you speak of aqua pura. Has you muoh of a winter’s stock on hand?” “I—I—no, sah.” “Pat’s too bad 1 I war’ gwine to buy a ton or so of you. All out, eh? Now, Brudder Watkins, what did you mean oue day las’week when you told Givea lam Jones dat you felt en dishabille t” , “I doan’ remember, sah.” \ “Poan’ eh 1 Doan’ happen to ho\ iny en dishabille in your pocket to $>ght, do yon?” “No, Bah.” “Pat’e sad—worry sad f At de oyster i’ty de odder ebenin’ you told da wid Oabics th dat you nebber went out hifehte wtdottt your rtmitta aimUtowcu ranter wld you. How many times does it shoot, Brudder Watkins ?” “I—I dunno, sah.” “Which pocket do you oar’y it in ?” “None of ’em.” “Brudder Watkins, look me in de left aye I De man who has looked in at de back doah of a college am not speshu ally oalled upon to give de faek away. An’, too, de English Iangwidge am so plain an’ easy dat anybody kin make hfaself understood widout breakin’ his back. When de President of a Repub¬ lic like dfa sends fo’th an annual message in sieh simple English dat sknle boys kin swaller ebeiy word, dar hain’t much call fur de likes of us to stand on de hind platform of a street kyar an’ call ont: 'Ad interim amicus humani gen¬ eris ante bellum commeje fus!’ We know it widout his giviu’ hfaself away. “Take yer seat, Brudder Watkins, an’ let me hope dat you will henoefo’th use de Iangwidge of the kentry in impartin’ de infnrmashun dat you went to bed wid cold feet an’ got up wid a back¬ ache. If you war’ publfahin’ a cheap artemoon paper, for eiroulashun among people who had spent years at cohege, it might do to frow Greek and Latin into your editorials, but in yer present eondishun you kin git trusted fur bacon in de English Iangwidge, an’ pay when de bill am made out in de same.” At an Execution. Tlie late Capt. Isaiah Bynders, of New Fork, as U. S. Marshal under Buchanan, executed Hicks, the pirate. One who witnessed the affair says: When the Marshal was about to adjust the rope under the neck of Hicks; who had been found guilty by a jury of his peers of piracy on the high seas, the orowd around the island kept shouting, “Down in front; sit down there so I oan see,” And shortly some one shouted. ‘ Three cheers for Marshal Bynders,’’ whioh were given with a will, and then came the shont for “a speech, a speech, a speech,” whioh seemed for a moment to rather abash even Isaiah Bynders. He hesitated a moment, then whispered in the ear of the pirate, who answered and seemed to hesitate, until finally Bynders dropped the rope, which he was just about to tie in a big knot under the left ear of the convict, and, stepping to the front, raised his shiny hat gracefully, waved his cane to com¬ mand silence, and in a very genteel and graceful manner said, “Pardon me, tellow citizens, pardon me; the gentle¬ man declines to address his fellow citizens to-day,” and returning finished the rope, and quiok as lightning touched the spring, and down dropped the pirate, A dead man, and the Mar¬ shal, waving a graceful farewell to hfa constituents, disappeared. s' DEATH-DEALING DISH-CLOTHS. i Tidy Bon-ebeerer niafnaled at Wbal Sbe Found la the Kitchen. A tidy housekeeper, writing in a western magazine, expresses the follow¬ ing very plain views on a homely but important subject she says: “I had some neighbors once, clever, good sort of folks. One fail four o) them were sick at oue time with typhoid fever. The doctor ordered the vinegar barrels whitewashed and threw about forty cento’ worth of carbolic acid into the swili-pail and departed. I went into the kitchen to make gruel. I needed a dish-cloth and looked around and found several, and such ‘rags 1’ I burned them all and called the daughter ot the house to get me a dish-cloth. She looked around on the tables. it t Why,’ she said, ‘there was about a dozen here this morning,’ and she looked in the wood-box and on the man tle-pieoe and felt in the dark comer oi the cupboard, <1 C Well,’ I said, ‘I saw some old black rotten rags lying around and I burned them, for there is death in such dish¬ cloths as these, and you must never use them again.’ “I ‘took turns’ at nursing that family four weeks, and I believe those dirty dishcloths were the cause of all that hard work. Therefore, I say to every housekeeper, Keep your dishcloths olean. You may wear your dresses without ironing, your sun-bonnets with¬ out elastios, but you must keep your dishcloths olean. You may only comb your hair on Sundays, you may noi wear a collar unless you go from home, but you must wash your dishcloth. You may only sweep the floor ‘when the sign goto right;’ the windows don’t need washing, you oan look out at the door ; that hurt spider web on the front porol^don’t anything; but, as you love your lives, wash out your dishcloth. Let tho foxtail get ripe in the garden (the seed fa a foot deep, anyway); let the holes in the heels of your husband’s footrags go undamed j let the sage go ungathered ; let the children’s shoes go two Sundays without blacking; let two hens sit four weeks on one wooden egg; but do wash yonr dishcloths. Eat without a table¬ cloth ; wash your faces and let them dry; do without a curtain for your windows and oake for your tea, but, for heaven’s sake, keep yonr dishcloths olean.” How a Prize Ham was Cored. J. R. Woods, of Albemarle county. Yo., who received the first premium fo a Virginia ham at the State agricultural fair, describes his proeesB of curing as follows: “I out out my hogs when the animal heat is out, and to 1,000 pounds I apply about one bushel and a peek of salt. I put on the flesh side of my hams between a tea and a tablespoonful of saltpetre, before applying salt; if large, I take them up and resalt where needed, doing this sooner or later, depending on the weather, whether mild or cold. I hang up my hams in four or five weeks, before which I apply as much fine ground black pepper as oan be made to adhere to the flesh; do not use any sugar or molasses. Light should be ex¬ cluded from the house, especially during the fly season. Smoking should be done in damp weather, and a part of the time the wood should bum in a blaze to dry the meat somewhat, being particular in not having the fire too warm. If the meat in the fly season is given out after dark and before light in the morning, the pepper will be ample protection against the fly; but if the house Is opened during the day, it may be neces¬ sary to use paper bags. No oue oan bave first-class hams without having the right sort of hogs. The common black hog famishes exoelient hams, but the Berkshire, or Berkshire crossed with the blook hog. makes as good as I ever saw.’’ A “Boy’s” Grace at Table. The following incident is vouched for by parties well acquainted with the “boy,” now a young professor in one ot our large cities. He was the son or a clergyman, and though only five years old, bright and clear beyond his years. It was at a dinner given by his mother tor a few intimate friends. Master W- was allowed his usual place at table, but becoming unruly, was, by way of punishment, transferred to a side table, whither nurse had removed his little plate, knife and fork by mamma’s order. No sooner waa the little fellow seated in his high chair again than, bowing his head and olasping his hands on hir. Boiled bib, he lisped, with apparent reverence and great gravity, “Oh, Lord, I thank Thee that Thon hast prepared a table for me in the presence of mine enemies.” It was with difficulty that the "grown-ups” kept their smiles from becoming audible. —Harper's Magazine, VOL. V. New Series. No. 6. LITTLE BABY JIM V-iVam A COOLNESS TO SPRINS OP BETWEEN MAN AND WIFE. Tile Story of a Little Fonndllne’* Close Coll From a Uood Home. Baby Jim, of tho Foundlings’ Homfs had a very narrow escape last week, says the Chicago Inter-Ocean. He is red headed and freckled, but ho ia lusty enough for a farm hand. When he was about eight months old a lady who had no children took him to bring up. There were pretlier babies than Jim, but some¬ how she took a fancy to him. In spite of his fiery hair there was something ir his face that made him handsome, In¬ telligence was in his eyes and people who looked at his head said he would be heard from in the world. He was heard from very frequently, and that is what came very near changing the whole course of his life. The husband of the lady who took Jim did not like him. Jim’s voice was not musical and his red hair did not match the furniture in the handsome home to whbh he had been taken. The wife’s attentions to him may have made the husband jealous, too. Something was the matter with Jim all ihe time, and the man of the house got tired of him, though his wife enjoyed it all. Whatever Jim did was fun to her. She rigged him up in new clothes and fash¬ ioned many pretty garments for him herself. For a time the husband, who had sub¬ mitted at first in silence, said little, but after a while it became evident that trouble was brewing in the family. The man was ill-natured, and baby Jim’s il¬ luminated countenance and uproarious voice aggravated him. There were soma harsh words between husband and wife, some tears and reproaches, followed by a day of reflection on the part of the wife. Toward evening she made up her mind. Taking Jim in her arms she sum¬ moned her carriage and drove rapidly to the home, where, with many tears and caresses, she left him, telling the reason and saying that eha would send his beau¬ tiful little wardrobe in the morning. That night when she was picking up the little garments and toys and packing them carelessly in a small trunk which she had labeled Jim, her husband, who had finished his cigar, inquired: “Where’s Jim?” “He’s gorie,” she said. “Where?” “I took him baok to the Foundlings’ Home, and I’m packing his things now.” She didn't look up. In fact, her head was bent lower than seemed necessary. The husband looked thoughtful, turned around on his heel, whistled a little and walked into the library. He began to feel that he had won a great viotory over a baby and a woman, bat he could not extract any comfort from the reflection. The house seemed qniet, and he half wished he could hear Jim yell and his wife laugh. Jim was not so inuoh a nuisance after all. It might be handy to have him in the family. The next morning at breakfast he told his wife that he had no idea that she would send Jim back to the home. He may have expressed a wish that she would, and even commanded it, but he didn’t always mean what he said when he was annoyed by business cares. If she set so muoh store by Jim, she had better go and get him. He thought he could stand it. It is very hard for a man to own up. That breakfast was never finished. The horses were at the door as quiok as they could be harnessed, and as the wife left the house she exclaimed: “Oh, what if he should be gone 1 Drive as fast as you can.” “No danger,” said the husband, listen¬ ing to the reoeeding wheels, “He’ll be there.” And so he was. He was in line with the others, taking his gxnel and yelling, of course. The lady explained her errand, seized him to her breaBt and made him cry still louder. Then she drove home with him, hngging him olose all the way, and that day when the hunk was unpacked she sang so loud that even Jim’s war-whoop, occasionally raised in defiance, oould not be heard, It was a olose call for Baby Jim. A Hoosiok Falls lady who is promi¬ nent in the revival work in the Methodist Episcopal Church reoently knelt in the aisle near some boye who were laughing at the earnestness of the Christians, and prayed: “O Lord, these boys think they are awfully smart, bat we beseech Thee, good Lord, to make their hearts as soft as their heads.” A SosPEisa—A New Orleans paper makes this surprising statement: Noth iug surprises a man more than iwinp. killed when bo expects to kill ^aio QOuYi