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About North Georgia times. (Spring Place, Ga.) 1879-1891 | View Entire Issue (May 28, 1885)
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Personally, I had no more to do with it than you have this moment These things are all ordained and marked out for us, and we can neither avoid nor alter them. Fatality, do you oall the doctrine? Well, call it what you will— there it is, and you oan’t make anything else out of it 1 But about little Magdalen. I was coming down Broadway in a great hurry to catch an uptown stage before all those ferry people blocked into it, when there she sat on a curb-stone, the wind blowing her yellow hair abont and her poor little hands blue with cold, crying as if her heart would break. I didn’t think the veriest savage eotild have helped stopping to ask her what the matter was, and I don’t call myself a savage, if I do happen to: have my little crusty fits now and then. So says I: “I’m lost 1” said she. And oome to inquire, why, the poor little elf was fatherless, motherless, friendless, in all the wide world! Of course, I took her home, and you ought to have seen old Hannah, my house¬ keeper, stare when I walked in with the yellow-haired baby olinging to the little finger of my left hand. For Bhe wasn’t more than eight years old, and small at that 1 “I give you a month’s warning, sir I” says Hannah. Hut, bless your soul, she didn’t go. Maggie took her heart by storm, as she always has done that of the rest of the world, and at the month’s end yon couldn’t have hired old Hannah to leave the ehild. Well, sir, she grew up as tall as a reed, and as pretty as a posy. I sent her to Madam Aimard’s fashionable French boarding-school, for I was not going to have my Maggie a whit behind any one’s else girl, I can tell you. My sister Simpkins objected. You see, with those nine daughters of hers, she grudged every penny of my money that was spent on any one else. “Your putting silly notions in the child’s head,” said she. “A girl that will have her own living to earn, ought not to mingle with Madam Aimard’s young ladies.” “I should like to know why t” says L “Because she is in no way their equal !” said Sister Simpkins. “Fiddlestioks I" says I. "My Maggie is good and pretty, and if that don’t constitute equality with any girl alive, I’ll own up that we don’t live in a repub¬ lican country ! As for earning her own living, why it’s my business to look after that, and no one else need trouble their head aboat it 1” Mrs. Simpkins pursediup her lips and looked unutterable things, but she did not dare to say anything more. She knew of old that I wasn’t to be disputed when my will was up. But I sent the nine Miss Simpkinses nine coral neck¬ laces the next Christmas, and that kept the peace for awhile. When she oame borne from the board¬ ing-school , she was prettier than ever— tall, as I said before, with yellow, silky hair, great shady-looking blue eyes, with lashes that ourled up at the ends, and cheeks as fresh and pink as I re¬ member the inBide of two big shells that used to stand on my grandfather’s best room mantel fifty good years ago. So I oast about in my mind to find some new plan for making the old house lively for my little girl. I knew she eouldn’t thrive without her innocent gayeties, any more than a bird could without free air and sunshine; so I in¬ vited company, and made up little im¬ promptu parties and frolics, and beat my brains for something to keep her SPR STG PLACE. GEORGIA SDAY, MAT 28, 1885. «d. Ana I believe lanaoe&fefl, , for her step was as light as a sr, and yon could hear «$W her'Mj&g; «H 'a" the house, when she '-'-S ■Tf '• m one day old Hannah came in. ■sjfcrz d listing cbaijggnd prying about fot zz away at a' door-kbob that was ns bright before as hands could make it, “what wo uld you say if we were to have a wed .ding in the old house ?” , V, ,.“A wedding 1” I dropped my pen so that it made a big round blot on the pa tier and Kt*™,! «wh, thfWB vearaV” "Do I look like it ?” sniffed Hannah, contemptuously—and, to tell the truth, she didn’t very muoh. “No, indeed, sir; 1 hope I know my place better than that It’s Miss Maggie I’m thinking of, sir.” I sat as if I had been stricken with a paralytio shock. Maggie to be married 1 Strango that I had never thought of that, os a natural consequence of parties, companies, evening eonoerts and summer picnics! And Bomehdw a desolate chill ,crept down my veins as I thought how lonesome and dreary the old house would seem without Maggie. “What makes you think so, Han¬ nah?” I asked rather dolorously, and the old woman lowered her voioe mys¬ teriously as Bhe answered: . “It’s that Mr. Carlisle—he keeps com¬ ing all the +Jme, and it’s my honest be¬ lief he just worships the ground my young lady walks on. He is very hand? some, too, and folks tell me he’s worth money." Mr. Carlisle 1 Well, old Hannah was right He was a fine-looking fellow, and well-to-do in this world’s goods; but —who was there, after oil, worthy of coral newly plucked out of the sea? Why couldn’t Carlisle go off and marry one of the Miss Simpkinses, whose travelers ? I began to hate Carlisle. “Pooh 1” said I, upsetting my waste¬ basket of papers over the floor with an unwary, fling of my feet. “I don’t think she carea for Carlisle.” “Just you watch her, then, and see for yourself,” said old Hannah, wisely wagging her cap border. “I never did set up for a prophet, Mr. Peiham, but them as isn’t blind oan’t help seeing, and our eyes is given to us to use.” So old Hannah went her way, leaving me about as uncomfortable as a man has any business to be. My Maggie to be married 1 My pretty blossom to be plnoked just as soon as it began to shed fragrance round my door-stona I felt as a monarch may whose domains are invaded by an audaoious foe. Should I write Carlisle a note and tell him to go about his business, or should I simply convey to him by my manners the hint that his presence was no longer specially desirable, or—but old Hannah’s words recurred uncomfortably to my mind should I at first find out whether Mag¬ gie really did care for the young up¬ start? My head dropped on my hands—my heart sunk somewhere below zero at tho idea! I wondered if all fathers felt so when gay young cavaliers came wooing at their gates ! And, after all, Maggie wasn’t my real child, dearly as I loved and tenderly as I had cherished her. I think I hardly slept all that night I tossed to and fro on my pillow, count¬ ing the chimes of the old clock, as one by one it told the hours, thinking about Maggie and Carlisle, and wondering if the tardy daybreak would never redden over the hill-tops. By that time my mind was made up. I would repress all these selfish ideas and only think of my girl’s ultimate happiness. If she liked Carlisle, why Carlisle should have her. I rose, dressed and went down to my study. The first thing I saw was a note lying on my library tablet Probably l had arrived late last night. I broke tht seal; it was from George Carlisle, asking permission to address Miss Magdalen Pelham. Well—it was nothing more than I hail expected—in fact, it rather expedited matters, whioh ought not to run too slowly. I refolded the epistle, and looked severely at myself in the opposite glass. “You middle-aged old fogy,” quoth I, staring at myself with the severest ex¬ pression of oountenance I oould oall up at so short a notice, “I see through you. You have dared to suppose bright-eyed Magdalen oould prefer you to these gay young fellows nearer her own age—you have even presumed to fall a little spioe in love with her yourself. It will do you good to have some ot the nonsense taken oat of yam At yonr time of life too! Did yon ever see a chestnut tree bios soming tn November or a grape-vine with blue fruit at mid-winter?” into the gafi&t, where] Skgdaien ^ fiways walked in the Carlisle* tf.tell her of young "“■- *«* ^ & “ 3 ba * 1flw8he<i ,*22^ rS?* „ sltltolo7 - ftt do v „ „_ r ufee^i^to *«J!ta8l5 Shik.^ 4 I ^ * * „ , I mean not sne flashed out. » „ oll Oh, 'SbSSSfc basely of me t you 80 "Basely, my dear. I dont oorapre bend you.” '. She was beginning to ory nowr-big, sparkling drops like the first glittering diamonds ota July shower. “I don’t love him. t never oan love him.” “But, why not, my deai ?’’ “Because I love somebody else,” she sobbed, growing pinker and prettier than ever. “Who is it, Maggie? you’ll tell me, won’t you? Why, child”—as she blusbingly back—“I ana old enough to be your father I” “You are not I” she exolaimed, indig nantly, "and you are the last person in the world I would tell 1” w ‘>My darling, why not ?’’ The enigmas these women are! in*; stead of answering me, she began to ory again as if ter dear little heart was going to break. And suddenly a great light flashed in upon my mind 1 “Magdalen! Darling! Is it me that you love ?” And in another moment she was laughing and orying on my breast i The old ’chestnut tree was garlanded with blossoms, even though its making prime was past-the vine of life was in blue clusters in the late, late harvest! 8o I had to send ae civil a note as pos sible to young Carlisle—and it’s surpris SS5SSS ££SS toward And that is the way I won this peer¬ less rose among women to be my wife— and I don’t think she has ever regretted marrying the old man yet. Though I shouldn’t dare to call myself “old” in her presence, to speak truth. People say it’s a romantic story, but I say it is only an illustration of the fact that there is more romance in real life than there is In books, if we only knew it. American Fables. A Garter whose vehicle was stuck in the mud plied the lash over his mule iu the most vigorous manner, and Finally called out : “Alas! that I should be the owner ol such a Cheap Beast.” “But yon must Remember,” replied the mule, “that my food consists of the very Poorest Quality.” moral: . Cheap hands turn out cheap work.' THE PEASANT AND THE DOG. A Peasant who was Awakened at mid¬ night by the Barking of a Dog under his Window, threw up the sash and nailed ont: “How now—what is the danger?” “Thereis none.” “Then why do you Bark and Disturb my Slumbers?” “For the same Reason that you play the Fiddle and keep me Awake—for Self-Amusement. ” MOBAX*: When the Piano next door becomes Unbearable buy your boy a Drum. THE WISE JURYMAN. A Juryman who had Assisted in Reaohing a Wise Conclusion in Several Oases of Importance was Complimented by the Lawyers on his Wisdom, and he replied: “Really, I Deserve no Praise for what you Mention, for I was sound Asleep during your Arguments.” moral : The less Lawyer the wiser the Ver diot— Detroit Free Press. The Composition of the Ono Cent Do you know of what the common one cent piece is oomposed? It ia ninety-five per cent, ot oopper and five per oent of tin and zinc. There is no niekel in it. Its real intrinaio value ia about one-tenth of a oent. The old penny used to be made of pure oopper, and was worth one-third of a oent Few counterfeits have been made on the one 06114 Pl«». It would not pay. Too many would have to be made and dis tnbuted to produce any money for the sharpers. The old penny was onoe counterfeited, the fraud being made at Birmingham, England. It didn’t pay, and the counterfeiters gave it up for a bad job.— Albany Argus, A SPANISH BASTILE. who ejcthhscastle JIORHOI.EAVBs *" the ReeorSa of Prisoners Taken tn -1 Spain and there Destroyed. ^ b Y the Spanish authorities is well known, A correspondent of the Boston Herald ®? TeB an at interesting Havftna whioh description haB ^toessed of Castle ro ' - mysterious imprisonments and yx ^. tlon8: “Who enters Castle Morro leaves all £r tala involuntarily, beh ! nd ; *>*r'**~**v for any reason, is considered equivalent to a sertenoe of death, and many who have gone there cannot even be traced beyond the iron doors. Some say that the records of ar rest and confinement are sent to the Minister of Justice at Madrid. Others Suggest that the daily reports of the Commandant are sent to Spain and de stroyed after perusal. But, however it may be, the common understanding is that whoever enters Morro Castle loses his identity, and never comes out again, the bodies of the dead are said to be over the parapets into the sea. • “This castle stands at the entrance to the harbor of Havana; a picturesque but gioomy pile-massive masonry resting u P on the crest of a rook which rises afe>at 200 feet perpendicularly out of the seas. It is the point of a peninsula which embraces the harbor of Havana a&dmakes the latter, when once entered, as safe as any in the world. Covering many acres with its walls and dungeons ifca castle is one of the largest and most formidable fortresses in the world, sur¬ passing even Fortress Monroe in its ex¬ tent. The present castle is not so an¬ cient as some dthera on the island, as the English captured it and blew if tip 100 compelling the Spaniards to f ^ a millionor two of dollars m its ^erection. Modem artillery would batter down the walls ’ but ™ ad make no impression upon the eternal whose crevices and ravines the m fon been placed, ‘TuSreTB t*e capture; either by exterior _ ________ _ from or in¬ terior au ick, for the corridors constitute a labyrinth in which it is said the com¬ mandant himself requires a guide. No pen will ever record, and no mind oan ever correctly imagine, the horrors wbich Imve taken place within those walla. The iniquities of the Inquisition did not surpass them, if the stories that are told are true; and people say that the cruelties still continue. “The life of every citizen of Cuba is the property of the Captain-General, to be disposed of as he chooses, and he has chosen that many of them be spent within these castle walls. Nobody knows how large a number are in con¬ finement; nobody knows who they are or what they suffer; all the public ever knows is that Senor So-and-so has been ‘denounced’ and taken to the Castle, and his friends keep mighty quiet lest they have to join him there. These Senors So-and-so seldom, if ever, come back from the Castle, and it is better for the family and friends not to ask why. The Castle is for political prisoners ex¬ clusively, and when we were over there our guide told ns it was full. He showed us the place—a little parade ground—where the executions take place, and the precipice over whioh the bodies of the dead are oast Into the sea, but oould give no olue to the number annually shot, or the number who die in the dungeons; and the officers and guards on duty were quite as uncommu¬ nicative, if thoy were not as ignorant. To all inquirers they have one answer. If yon ask them how many prisoners are confined in the dungeons, the same reply will be: “ *Dios sabe.’ (God knows). " ‘How many ever oome out alive ?’ “ ‘Dios sabe.’ “ ‘Dothey ever secure release?* “ ‘ Dios sabe.’ , “And the words were true. Heaven, and heaven only, knows all that hai transpired within these gloomy walls. The offioers on guard are ohanged often, and while they stay it is their business to learn as little as possible. When a prisoner is sent there they look him up and report the foot to headquarters. With that their duty and their knowl¬ edge end. And it is in this way that Cuba is governed. The theory of gov¬ ernment which Spain has followed since she assumed control of the Western Hemisphere, and by whioh she has lost all that she onoe had, is still in vogue. The Spaniard has learned no lesson by experience. He seems oblivions of the results of tyranny in Mexico and South Amerioa, and has seen a magnificent empire pass from his hands without re¬ alizing that murder and ornelty are not the best model of securing peace and promoting civilization.” VOL V. Series. No. 16. BASRIOS AND BIN PBDPLE. The Dictator as H« Appeared to an Amer¬ ican who Aired In tinatemala. Barrios has been abused undeservedly by people and papers who do not know the kind of a nation he has to deal with. Dictator Barrios looks just like a suc¬ cessful Irish contractor. He’is of mid die height and weight, and has a full grayish beard. He is sturdy, energetic, and successful. Fifteen or sixteen years ago he was a private-soldier in the army. He worked his way up to captain, col¬ onel, general, and by the aid of the army he became President and Dictator. Be¬ fore that he had studied law, and was half a lawyer and half a mule trader. I do not believe he is dead now. He is net that kind of a man. For five or six years he has been fix¬ ing up his army and, getting ready for this contest. He has bought uniforms, rifles, ammunition, and Gatling guns and cannon. Frenoh officers have been drilling his men, and his artillery oorps is very efficient. He issued his procla¬ mation creating himself Dictator and deolaring the union of Central America, on one Friday a month ago. On Satur¬ day flags were hung everywhere and the city was jubilant. Sunday was a feast day. On Monday morning recruits were brought in. He sent out the regular army and snaked them in. He had uni¬ forms and rifles ready, and he mixed the conscripts in with the old soldiers at onoe. Every available man was im¬ pressed. Thirty-five thousand were raked in in four clays. They didn’t dare to kiok. Guatemala hi a small country, and a man can’t get out of it or travel through it without a passport. Wheu I left I engaged a man and four mules to go to the port with me. Before we got off they impressed him and impressed the mules and put them iu the quartel, and it, took a day to get them out. When I left Barrios had raised sixty thousand infantry from Guatemala alone,^without counting Honduras. Barrios is an al»olnte dictator, There is nbt a Judge that dares make a decision against his wishes. A few years . measures. [e got mod and he wouldn’t be President any more if they didn’t stop. Three or four of the Senators worked against him at the last election. Unfm innately they died sud¬ denly the next morning. He forces them to elect him. Every man who votes has to write his name on his bal lot, and if a man signs his name for a oandidate who is not elected God help him. There was a little rebellion on one of his ooffee plantations lately, and he sent some of his offioers with red breeches and an army corps and they shot 300 insurgents. They have a Senate and House of Representatives, but they meet r»nly to vote what Barrios wishes. If he Wants money he dips hfs hand into the Treas¬ ury, and there’s nobody to oall him to account. Most of the revenue comes from the Cub tom House. Forced loans are resorted to in time of war, but they have been paid back every time so far. He is credited with being worth $18,000,000. The people have supported him be¬ cause they had to, but it’s hard to tell whether they would get rid of him if they could. Not one in a hundred of them knows what he is supporting, and not five per cent, oan write, Guatemala’s population is 1,300,000, of whom 100,000 are pure whites or Spaniards. The others are mixed, brindle or yellow. You oan get any shade of color. There is a great deal of silver and gold in the oountry, but the mines are not worked owing to the troublous times. The chief produc¬ tions are ooffee, sugar, fruit, mahogany, and dye stuffs. There are several mil¬ lionaires in the capital. The Guatema¬ lans make poor soldiers. They are cow¬ ardly, and don’t know how to use their Remington rifles. An Unfortunate People. A Honolulu letter to the St. Louis Globe-Democrat says the charge so fre¬ quently made that the missionaries are responsible for the rapid extinction of the native race at the Sandwich Islands S x is without any foundation. The seeds d( deadly disease were sown before their arrival. The Hawaiian race is doomed, and nothing but a miracle oould save them from certain extinction. That disease has made awful ravages among them is due to their contaot with for¬ eigners. Of late years leprosy has been introduced by the Chinese, and it has spread with alarming rapidity. It is estimated by good observers that fully one-fifth of all the native population is mfeoted with it, or with similar com¬ plaints in snob an aggravated form as scarcely to be distinguished from the genuine Asiatic leprosy. 2 k BATCH OF STRAY JOKES FOUND TN THE CfllinKW <»F Ol7H i HUMOROUS EXUUANGE8. ThezMalden and Hie l)nde-The Htisslaa llenrrn!—A Tracrdy In One Act-Slakln« bis Ward Goad, Etc., Etc. the non iftyi lit MAIDEN. A Louisville girl who was visiting here a short time ago soored a signal triumph over a fresh yonng society man of this city. They were sitting upon a sofa together, and as the conversation progressed he allowed his arm to grad¬ ually fall down until lie had it around her waist. V,: She arose very indignant, and he made the following explanation and apology: “I hope you will not think anytning of this. It is just a way I have. All the Memphis boys act the same way, and you will have , to get used to it. I hope you will not take any offence at it, as it’s just my way.” She left the room, but came back in a few minutes with a married friend and sat down on the sofa again. Soon she began to yawn and gave every ostensi¬ ble proof of being thoroughly bored. Finally she said: "I’m dreadfully sleepy, and I hope you’ll go home. You mustn’t take any offence at this. All the Louis¬ ville girls act the same way. You are exceedingly tiresome, and you had bet¬ ter go home at onoe. Don’t be offended at this. It is simply a way I have 1” He stood not upon the order of his going .—Memphis Times. AVOIDING \ BEAT. The editor of the Deadwood Roarer attended church for the first time last Sunday. In about an hour he rushed into the office and Bhouted: “What the blazes are you fellows doing? How about the news from the seat of war “What news ?” < “Why, all this about the Egyptian army being drowned in the Bed Sea. Why, the Gospel sharp up at the church was telling ns about if just now, and not a word of it in this morning’s paper, Hustle round, you fellows, and get the extra edition, while I put on the bulle¬ tin board ‘Great English Victory in the Soudan.”’ OOD TH* spin IT. Oh. blesred Spirit! let me feel - Thirsting Thy vital breath open my heart; for thee, I lowly kneel, And wait till thou thyself impart. To Thee v>y earth-dimmed spirit ories; Char i;'j diou my blindness into sight. Give ine S. oin ihedes of si . to rise, And ba;he my soal in Heaven’s pnre light. Thou eanst, to my weak thought uir f old The wonders of Christ’s raa' cli ass grace; Can-t bio faith’s ravished eves behold The glories of his unveiled face ! It but thy quickening breath inspire. This heart «Hh fervent love shall glow; And kindlin - a. with Heaven’s own Are, Heaven's bliss, on earth begun, sliallknow. Come, With Holy Spirit, fill this broast thy sweet, sonl-transforming power; Be thou my ever present guest, My life, my joy, from hour to hour ! HE HADE HIS WORD GOOD. A passenger got off to walk around a little. As the train began to move again the passenger jumped aboard, but just then he discovered that he had bat one overshoe. Thinking that he dropped the other, he pulled off the remaining shoe and threw it out on the platform, exclaiming: “There, that makes a good pair of overshoes for somebody.” Entering the oar, there, to his great as¬ tonishment, was his other overshoe. A look of intense disgust came upon bis face, but he did not hesitate. Quickly pick¬ ing up the lone arctic he hurried to the platform, threw the shoe as far as he could book toward the other one and shouted: “By jlmminy, there is a pair of over¬ shoes for somebody !”—Chicago Herald. SENDING IT SLOWLY. Jinks: “Poor fellow ! it will be a ter¬ rible blow. . He knows nothing of the failure yet, «tees he ?” Minks: “Not a word.” “Well, I certainly would keep it from him as long as possible.” “Yes; I have arranged for that.” “In what way ?” “I have sent the news by a messenger boy.”— Phila. Call. THE SITUATION IN AFGHANISTAN. The Czar—General Komaroff, why did yon attack the Afghans ? General Komaroff—I crave pardon, pire, but did you ever oome suddenly upon a flock of wild geese when you had your gun loaded for lions ? The Czar—No, General. General K—Well, sire, then it would be useless for me to make any explana¬ tion. The Ozar—My brave and gallon General! Here, take this medal and, when you get a good ohanoe, hit ’em again I —Hew York Journal,
