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I NORTH GEOfi I "1 TIMES. Vr.’ V.MAwSnn.'l *««•»*■* Ff*l>rtetMr», ♦ THE FUTURE YEARS. In *11 (he fntore years, wy sweet (Now ruses blossom at thy feet, Aful time flies by with footsteps fleet)— But in the future ycai-s, grie?? What lives for ns, or joy or A happiness beyond belief, Bright smiles or bitter lears ? In all the future years, my own, Shall one of us be left alone, Missing the other's loving lone, . Throughout the fnlure years? Orsbifll we bo together, where Together wo may glaiVy share Each other’s hopes and fears ? The fnlnrc yews—ah! who oaii say Wliiob of us two will pass away From earthly hope and lore for ay#, , From ail that Faith endoarsf; I billy breathe a pray’r for thee That where I am, there thou may’st be Thro' all the future years! Ckcil Lorraine. A. Loye Story. The Reverend Dr. Melton was just be¬ ginning to feel at home in his new par¬ sonage when he was surprised one even¬ ing to receive a call from bis classmate Harvey Leigh. In college days they had been friends, and for a while after their ^graduation vmits;*lmt they had exchanged letters and the letters and visits had^ome to an end long ago, and it was many years since they tet. After some conversation on g®eral matters, Dr. Melton said: “You have a son, I beliovo, to per vduate the name ?” •Onoson—an only child, Morton is ttventy-four, and reading law in my of¬ fice. A bright fellow, too; never gives me a moment’s uneasiness; always at work; steady-going; no * boyish nonsense about him.” “And when is your boy to. marry ?’’ caked the doctor. •m “Ob, it is not quite arranged yet.” “So you arrange marriages in-Phila¬ delphia? And this particular marriage is not quite arranged? Humph! I don’t understand that sort of thing, tip in tho oonntry it is, ‘Mary, I love you,’ and ‘Jack, I love you in return,’ and then my services ate called for. How does one arrange a marriage in Philadel¬ phia?” The touch of sarcasm was quite lost on Mr. Leigh, who had crossed his legs, and sat absorbed in thought, frowning at the patent-leather tip of hia neat shoe. His host watched him until ho uncrossed his legs and looked up, “Have you any daughters, doctor ?” he asked. “Two of them." “Grown up?” “I hope so; otherwise they will tower over my head.” “And do you understand them?” asked Mr. Leigh, with a gravity that made the parson’s blue eyes twinkle and the corner of his month twitch. “ Oh, no, I don’t understand them; I don’t understand any creature in petti¬ coats ; but my daughters are good girls, and their mother assures me that they arc remarkably gifted. What do I want to understand them for ?” “It might be an advantage under some circumstances,” Mr. Leigh re¬ marked. “ What is the matter ? What girl do you think it might be an advantage to understand ?” “My ward,” answered Mr. Leigh. “Sho is an orphan, a far-away cousin of my wife, and sho has lived with us for the past five years. She has a nice little fortune; she is pretty; she is welL bred-” “ That goes without saying,” muttered the parson, stroking his long beard. “But she hasn't a grain of common sense.” Mr, Leigh roso, took up a posi¬ tion on the rug, slipped bis left hand under the short tails of his cut-away coat, and gesticulated with his right as he warmed to the story. “ Last sum¬ mer,” he began, “she was twenty-one, and just out of school. She went to Cape May with the Phippards, people in whom I pieced the utmost confidence. I thought she was safe with them; but lo and behold 1 she must make the acquaintance of a young gentleman who held the responsible position of book¬ keeper in one of our large hardware shops, a retail oonoern, and he has sold many a paper of tacks over the counter. I was in Europe; so this Interesting tack-seller ran down to Cape May every Sunday, and staid until Monday. Then he had a clerk’s two weeks’ vacation, and he spent that at Cape May. I came back in October, and before I had been home twenty-four hours who should call at the honse but this young man ? He wanted to see me. aud I saw him, and was informed by him that he had wooed aud won my ward. I asked if he pro posed io take Let to live over the shop.*' Mr. Leigh’s thia lips curled down ward; ho glanced at the parson lor sym puthy, but he on countered a steady, PLiftiE. S3 ,1 SPRING GEORGIA, THU AY E 11, 1885. — somewhat - critical^ ook. Br. jfelton took the pipe out of his mouth anil blew a cloud of smoke upward through his mustache. "Why shouldn’t thoy live over tho shop?’’ “Oh, ho said. don’t jou understand,” Mr. Leigh exclaimed, fretfully. “She has boon brought up in. luxury, and she onglit to haVo eorno Idea of what is proper and fitting. There has Uoen a Icrriblo iiifio. Why, I assure yon I have had tho sympathy of all Philadel¬ phia. This . hardware man had the effroriftSry to say tha( he had. money to take care of a wife, just as though ho lmd never thought; ©f my ward’s litllo fortune. Ho begged mo to go and see his explorers—people. I* I never dreamt of—and told him tipit I did not want thoir rccomm’lndations; [•did'not propose to hire a bookkeeper. TnjPs HjyiMB insolent, and I ordered him out. she blazed away at me, the weak, infatuated girl. I tried to season wit& her; my wife talked to her; my* son— p Well, you see, my son wanted to marry her too, and he would have made just tho husband for her, but she told him if h£>poko to her she would ask her hard¬ ware As though mau to Morton protect her. Thinjc of it 1 would insult her— tho best-manuered man that ever lived.” Mr. Leigh had growr? excited. His cigar had gone out, and he relighted it, drawing at it fiercely until the end burned bright like a bit of coal. “And Morton is very fond of hor," he continued—“so fond of her, in fact, that he is waiting like a hero for this to blow over. I think the farce is nearly ended, for the hard waro man became partner the other day in a nail factory or something of that sort, and a week ago he sailed for Earope. He will have to stay a year, traveling for his firm, and when he comes back—-” Mr. Leigh broke lid*ver off to srailo astutely and to drop the his left eye. “I don’t exactly understand your ob¬ jections to him,” said Dr. Melton, slowly. “Does he drink, or keep low company?” "No,” answered Mr. Leigh; “but—’’ “I beg your pardon,” said the doc¬ tor, interrupting him, “but I want to speak in his behalf. He must be indus¬ trious, and no fool, and prospering, or he would not have jumped into this new position. I confess I don’t think you have made out a clear oase. Of course you want to see your son happy; but if she does not love your son that ends the matter. And if she does love this other man, and ho is honest and upright, why should he not have her ?” “He is not her equal," Philadd^Sjt” sqkfigMr. Leigh. “You know in The parson rose up with a stifled ex¬ clamation that, coming from a layman’s lips, might have sounded profane. “It is warm in here,” ho said. “I want a littlo fresh air; I am not used to a furnace-heated house. Poor girl 1 Tho city has not yet claimed me for its own, and I miss the fire-place in my old study. Poor fellow !” He threw up the window and looked out on a wide expanse of tiny high fenced back yards; but overhead was the clear sea of sky, where the moon rodo at anchor amid the fleet of stars. Ho stood there drawing in the crisp Decem¬ ber air, until a tap sounded on the door. “Come in,” he cried, and one of bis daughters entered—a tall, slim girl with Her father’s blue oyes. “Papa,’’she said, pressing close to him and smiling mysteriously, “there are some poople in the parlor.” “Drawing-room, my dear,” said tho doctor. “ Wo are in Philadelphia.” “We are not, but no matter,” she re¬ turned. “I tell you there are some peo plo in the' parlor, and I think it is our first town wedding. Sho is very pretty, and she has on the loveliest little bonnet yon ever saw. Go marry ’em quick, and let me be a witness, only they have two •ritnesses with them.” He passed his arm about hor and rissed her, she did not know why; then t«*d her to his goes’ “Mollie, this is a classmate of mine. My daughter, Mr. Leigh—Mr. Harvoy Leigh, of Philadelphia, You must ex* c;n30 mo for a.few minutes.” He went into tho adjoining parlor. Ves, it was a wedding party, no doubt, out the would-be bride and groom did aot look like the brides and grooms that seek out a parson in such a fashion. The man was a gentleman, with a fine face and dignified bearing. The girl was pretty, but more than that, she had sn air of courage, of self-reliance; she was not a weak piece of pink and white ^ e8 b. An older couple was with them, ; * somewhat frightened middle-aged man { a ™ry nervous middle-aged woman, evidently his wile, for she clung to ms < rtrm helplessly. am William Dunbar,” said tha maD - Tho parson shook hands with to hiru tho - young “ An,i thl8 lady, > ’ ho “is ad ^ Miss d « l Kate ““‘ !n B Petty. We are both of age—in faot, I am thirtyrihree—and 1 hope you will 1)0 good enough to marry Os.” , Mr. Dunbar was very much inearnast, tmt he Bmiled a little. “Our marriage m sadden,” ha added, "because I most rad'for Europe to-morrow, and I want to takBlfcy wife with-mo.” . The parson looked at him, then at the girl Her eyes snot his steadily, though a faint flush stole into hor alicoks. “Where is your homo ?” fie asked. “I. have none,” she answered. “I have neither father nor mother. I have beeh living in Philadelphia with my guardiau.” Tho words waro spokon softly, but her eyes flashed. "I am free to do.as I please,” she went on. “My guardian has no right to dictate any longer,” ‘ilium f” said Dr. Mellon, passing hia hand over hid board. “And yon are from Philadelphia too?” ho added, turning, % Mr. Dunbar. “I am,” wag.the onrt response. "Your name sounds familiar,” said tho parson. “Oould I have seen it the other day in a list of '^sSengers fb* Europe ?” He scanned the faces before him. The man's jaws clioked, the girl’s flash deepened into crimson. "We are free to marry,” said Mr. Dunbar. “There is no reason why we should not be man and wife. If yon won’t perform the ^oromony, I shall ftud some one who is willing. We have with ns my nnelo and aunt; but tbero is no use in wasting words. Will you marry us?” "Yes," said tho parson. Then he asked a few formal questions, and mar¬ ried them according Id the ritual of the Dutch Church. Ho begged them to be abated for a miuute, while he filled oat tho certificate. This made it necessary for him to return to the atm "A runnaway country a Mr. Leigh. "I can't swear to the*.^ the parson a ,08 s floats out of __ 'tie •T Wohdor you tho eeromony,” Mr. Leigh remarked, “I should think it was a great risk to marry runaway couples." "The risk is greater without it,” said the parson. “If I don't tie the knot somebody clso will, and it is generally a satisfaction to one to know that tho knot is tied. In this case, however, I am quite sure I am doing right. Do you believe in physiognomy ?” “To a certain extent, yes.” “Well, so do I, and I am confident that 1 have just married $ sweet girl to a man who is worthy of hor.” He wont back to the parlor with the certificate, taking pen and ink, so tha tho witnesses might sign their names, Mr. Dunbar phook him by the hand, leaving a note in his palm. The bride scoilcd shyly upon him, and the elderly woman bowed; but tlft elderly man, who so far had not spoken a word, said, suddenly, “I tell yon, sir, that you will i.evor regret having helped this mar¬ riage." “I don’t, believe I could have helped it,’’ said the parson, with a droll glance st tho now-made husband. "I might have been the means of deferring it, but Mr. Dunbar intends to take his tyrannical wife to Europe in spite of a dozen guardians and dozen more reluotani clergymen.—God bless you and make you happy 1” he added, taking the young wjfo’s hand. ner oyes filled with tears, but her husband drew her hand through his arm aqd led her away. Two carriages wore waiting outside. One went to the north, the other to the south; but tho parson watched the one ihat went to the sontb, for in that sat a man and woman whom he belioved he had made happy for life, so far as wedded bliss brings happiness. He returned to the study, gave the wedding fee to his daughter, who bore it off iu triumph to her mother, and then he refilled his pipe. “Does this sort of thing happen often?” said Mr. Leigh. “Not precisely thia sort of thing. The bride and groom were not girl and boy; neither did they belong to what you would call tho common class. Br-the wny, it was a Philadeiphia’party, a Wil¬ liam Dunbar—” Mr. Leigh started from the chair “ Dunbar 1” he repeated. “ And the girl?” “Kate Perry—Katherine, rather.” Mr Leigh stared at him vacantly. “My ward 1” he cried, in sudden anger. “And after all I told you 1 Why didn’t yon sail me in there ?” “ How was I to know that ?” said Dr. Melton. “You never mentioned the name of your ward or lover. You simply called him the hardware man.” Mr. Leigh walked out of the library, took his hat and stick, struggled into his overcoat, and left the house without vouchsafing another word to his host. The parson showed him out, and looked ___ft._______________ walking Uy down tho moon lit street. When Ikwent to his study again ho bad by nofieans tho craven air of a man who halftone a dastardly l On tho contrary* ho laughed out ^ l*y as he sat clown ajliis desk, whore oh the notes of his sermon .-Mar «>c/s Weekly. ' JB- ..... . ...... — Thought Ho Was Wanted. - - -------- - A practice! detective can frequently ‘•fogacT discern at a glance that a man is a The stamp of dishonesty on his features, or his anxioty on boing ob eerwfi, tells the story. A remarkable illusftatiou of this fact was narrated by th#9§oaton correspondent of toe Bing¬ ham, Journal a year [or two ago. The dative was Constable Derltetus Clapp, the etweosjsor o! “Old Reed,” a famous Kigffccatcher of Boston half a century ago, who was for forty years the terror of evil-doers in and about the New Eng mi flhfip metropolis. was a shrewd man and a most :belfcnt judge of human nature, Ha •aid tell a rogue ns far off as he oould tell a black man, and he never made es. His “come along with me” .porative and admitted of no argu V instance of his readiness In read ■ karaoter occurred one morning in pper criminal court. A case of considerable interest was being tried, am he gallery was crowded with speo o or three reporters were sitting the door, when Ciapp stooping over, flT QCt 1 -» -■"i on’t all look at once, but please t- Ye that nice-looking man with the wu cravat, in the front middle seat of i gallery. , ' joked. “Now/’says Clapp, “I'll ", 11 can set that man traveling out iourt house on the donble-quiok ban five minutes nor will I leave m or send him any message, ” e we were wondering how the | to be accomplished, the veteran Vieokoned to Officer Tallant, it'pSrIt’aiknffeufls from his pocket, directed that officer’s attention to tho party in the gallery, and appar¬ ently gave him some directions, Tallant opened the door and stepped into the entry, and at the same instant the gentleman with the white cravat bolted like lightning through the crowd to tbe door, and disappeared "Gentleman,” remarked Clapp, “I never saw that man before in my life. It illustrates the soriptural Baying. ‘The wicked flee when no man pursueth. » »» On a Mackerel Vessel. Says a New York reporter, describing one of the maekerol fleet: “ The Henry Morganthau was as clean as any yacht, and cleaner than some. Every bit of woodwork was scrubbed like the floor of a Dutch kitchen; tho cabin where tho captain and five men sleep was fixed up with fancifully stained woods, which in turn were covered with highly oolored pictures of young and charming maidens, all with oyes very wide open, and features very prominent and amiable. Of the eighteen men who from the Bcliooner’s crew, twelve sloep forward in the fo’o’s’ie, and that apart¬ ment, wliiob was as scrupulously neat as tho cabin, was rendered even more cheer¬ ful and homelike by the presence of a big cooking stove, a cook, and many iresh-baked custard pies, whioh were scattered arouud on potato barrels and berths to oool off. All the men eat down there together, and the cook (a fisherman six feet tall) was hard at work modelling biscuits out of a big sheet of white dough with the help of a cover from a tin spice box. Barrels of fresh water divided the available space with barrels of things to eat, aud thepresenoe of 100,000 fresh mackerel paeked in ice only a few feet away was revealed by the faintness of the fishy odors, enough to give things a touch of reality. “But this odor furnishes the fisher¬ men with as much fish as they want, and they rarely think of taking mack¬ erel or any other fish except through the nose." The Egyptian Soldiers. . The letters appearing in the English journals relate that the Egyptians, whose oonrage has been so often doubted, fought like lions on board those armed river steamers on the Nile; in fact, they never broke down save once, and that was when they heard of the fall and sack of Khartoum. Then thoir hearts sank, and even Kashu-el Mur and his officers prostrated them¬ selves on the deck and wept like chil¬ dren. In the disastrous retreat from Gakdul ■ to Korti the wounded owed their safety to the Egyptian soldiers, who carried them every Btep of that | j weary way with whioh a secured patience, Lord tenderness Wolsc J a nd fidelity ley’s praise, VOL V. New Series. No. 18 . RUSSIA AND HEit FINANCES FAPTN THAT TI!K PRKnKNT WAUMIiU OPTI.OOK CIAKKS INTEItKSTtNU. Where the C«ar Cnn On Fund* to Carry Chit a War. . [From tb sw York HeraUl.1 England has ibout Russia's financial ability to^S protracted war. As Russian go down British confidence in the power of gold goca up. “Bussia," she thinks fondly to herself, “will Boon bo unable to pay her soldiers, and then where will she bo, when sho can’t borrow any in Europe?” Misleading reflection; for it must not be forgotten that the printing of ruble notes is a highly dovelopod art in Russia, that the monasteries are still in a flourishing condition, and the Russian people arc in that happy state of civilized development where enthu¬ siasm for tho Czar makes them forgot easily Bcanljjationa and poor pay. There is a good story told in connec¬ tion with one of Czar Nicholas’ loans from tho wealthy monasteries. The patriotic fathers of tho Petsherskaia Laura, tho renowned cloister built over the catnoombs at Kief, lent his majesty five millions of rubles for whioh they re oeived a bond entirely written by tho imperial hand, and whioh for twenty years they reverently preseived in a jewelled casket. One day Nicholas’ successor, Czar Alexander, visited the famous cloister desirous of looking at the dooumentB relating to Russian his¬ tory treasured there. The prior, think¬ ing that a favorable opportunity had oomefor obtaining payment of ibe loan, took the precious bond from its casket, and with a profound obeisance, handed it to the Czar. Alexander, so tho story goes, pressed the precious parchment to his lips and exclaimed, “In this yon possess indeed a treasure worth ten times the sum it represeutg," and gazed fondly on the linos traced by His father’s pen. The prior’s heart bounded with joy. He hoped that the Czar would immedi¬ ately order tho payment of tho bond, but tbffiis crushing sorrow the EmpvuJr handed it back to him, “his voice shaken by emotion," with the words, “No, no; I will not rob you of your priceless treasure. Keep it as a snored object. It is my father’s own handwrit¬ ing—you have not purchased it too dearly.” The monasteries exist to-day and are iu many oases possessed of vast wealth, whioh in case of war would in all probability be placed at the call of tho government. Floating Homes, “As wo j neli Canton," writes a Chinese col indent of tho Home Journal, “one of tho strangest sights of this strange land is the vast wilderness of bouts which servo as the only homes of a floating population of more than one hundred thousand human beings. As our steamer made its way slowly through tho city of boats to her wharf, it seemed as if half of Canton was afloat on the water. .All around us were acres on acres —yes, square miles—of junks, moored iu blocks and squares, with long streets or canals between thorn; while darting hither and thither were hundreds on hundreds of others carrying passengers or freight. These boats are of various sizes and shapes, and aro partly covered with bamboo matting, the one gw two apartments furnishing spaoe for parlor, kitchen, dining-room, bedroom, wood¬ shed, barn, and idol-shrine. There mul¬ titudes of men and women, parents and chiidreu, grandparents aud babies, find a home, each boat often sheltering more souls than Noah had iu his ark. There thousands aro born, grow up, grow old and die, seldom being on land until car¬ ried there for burial. Many of these boats are manned by women and girls, whoso large, unbound feot prove that they are not 'Chinese ladies;’ and yet they have learned to ‘paddle their own canoe.’ Babies are fastened to tho dcok by strings; and other ohiidreu wear life preservers of gourds or bamboo to keep them from sinking, if they fall over¬ board, though the parents don’t seem to grieve much if one does get drowned, There are larger and more gayly decor¬ ated junks called ‘flower-boats,’ used as floating pleasure-houses of no good rep ntation. A few years ago a typhoon swamped thousands of these small craft, and hundreds of the inmates were drowned.” Mb. Gladstone’s Peculiarities.— Despite his worries, everybody re¬ marks Mr. Gladstone’s good spirits. His step is more jaunty and his air more dudelike jhan it bas been in a long time. He visits the theaters often, interviews Miss Anderson in the green room, and . ho himself escorted Irving into the distinguished strangers’ gallery the other night. But his voice bas grown very weak, the least exertion ren. dors him hoarse, and he has lost muck of his authority. JOKKS FOUND ASTRAY. IM/aiOKOTH N TUB CUL.VS1NM OF OP KXCu A Tramp who F.at «rn*a-A W Me* Chilli-A Unaslnn War r<un K T Al tornej’n Jake. F.«c., Etc. ■. EATING GRASS, It Was one q{ those bit ter oold the oldest settlor ira am Bp when any¬ thing is said about the desire of tho mer¬ cury to hide itself in tho bulb, and the wind whistled an air from Wagner as it tore through tho trees. Yet out in the cold night, before a cottage door, stood a trembling figure. He softly knocked, and in a moment the door was opened and a kind face appeared, while a gentle woman’svoioo asked: “What is it, my poor njan ?” “Madam ” said the figure, “all I ask is to brush away tho snow herd in front of the house and eat some 61 the grass.” “No, my poor man,” answered the geutI<f >oice. “Though I am a woman I still have a heart. Do not eat that grass. Qo round to the back of the cottage and you will find some And that the kind is much form more disappeared, nourishing.” the door was dosed and the wind whistled another Wagnerian air ,—Boston Post. A RUSSIAN WAR SONG. We’re coming, Alexandrovitoh, at least a mil¬ lion more, From KanineaUaeJn’K iiay aud Olnkalagouba’s shore. From Kimtkouskie’s frozen wild from Tyms kala’s plain, We’re marching Alexander, with all our might and main. From Gatmonsekino’e forest, from Tsokerbor beakoi'g vale, From NVafsiaRcurbska’a blooming fields, from Oiym.-liia’a dale, From Kukamaj'jga'a villages, from Meclouschar ski’s isle,' We’ro coming Alexander, the weary rank and file. From polysyllable riliage, wo Vo marching gay ly down, I’erekance to rot In Afgliauland to gild jour orown, We’ro on to Borg-el-MurgUab, and ronjachirt tel:—- - - And we’re headed by some gonorals whose' names no tongues can speak. From provinc s and villages whose naruos be¬ fore the oyo Loflk like a heap of consonants shoveled into “pi.” We-arolows and off aloes, -offs and offs and vilchos, For Holy Church and Pious Czar will die in Herat's ditches. AN ASSENTING WITNESS. Justice (oolored)—“When I said dat de mau wasn’t straight what did you say ? ’ Witness—“I said dal's so.” Justice—“And when I said dat de man was crocked what did you say ?” Witness—“I said dat’s so.” Justice—“And when I said dat de man wasn’t upright what did you say ?” Witness—“I said dat’s so,” Justice—“And now yon swear you didn’t say de mau wasn’t honest ?” .Witness—No more I did. I fought you referred to do rnmatics de man had.”—JVtio York Advertiser, A COMING EVENT \Vife_01d Mrs. Bentley told mo con¬ fidentially this morning that she ex¬ pected shortly to become a grandmother. Husband (absent-minded)—Is it pos¬ sible 1 That old woman. —Few Orleans 'limes. A CLEAR CASE OF LIBEL. Brown (to lawyer)—“Smith called me a fool jackass in the presenoo of wit¬ nesses. Isn’t that remark actionable?” Lawyor—“Yes, it is libellous, cer¬ tainly. Did he say any thing else ?” Brown (anxiously) — “He said he oould prove it.” Lawyer—“That won’t make any differ er.co/' Brown (relieved)—“AH right, if you are sure of that. Go ahead and sae him for S500. ” • GREATEST KIND OF AN INSULT. Alice—“Isn’t that queer? This book of travels says the worst insult that can be offered to a Russian maiden fs to spread tar on the front gate r § resi¬ dence. ” Maud—"I should this* it would bean insult.” “But why? Oil, you mean it is a personal reflection. ” “No; it probably means that she can’t get a bean, and bas no qse for the front gate,”—Philadelphia Call. the NEW BOARD OF TRADE. “Ob, papa,” said the broker's litt’ daughter, as they walked to the Lake Shore Depot, “what a splendid building that is—that one with the clock in the steeple and the ship on top and the stained glass windows, I mean. What church is it ?” “That isn’t a church.” “Is it a Sunday school room?” “No, not exactly, my dear, though I bolieve the precious little lambs are somotimes taken iu there.”— Chicago Herald.