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As I.waited my turn at the door. .%X
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Where I stand to-day,
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ID BACHELOR.
“How did I come to adopt her ?” My
dear friend, that is about one of the sil¬
liest questions I ever heard to come
from a man of your wisdom and com¬
mon sense 1 It was Fate, that’s what it
was! 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
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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
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„ , 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,