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-is NORTH in . & «m k i \j ■ m . ■ _ , - IA TIMES 4 r S; MAlSPlNi. i w. — ‘ Editor* »mt Proprietor*. COMINO, A song from the top of a budding tree, 'A song of the sweetness yet to be! Scarcely is leaf or blossom seen, Earth has only a hint of green; Yet the heaven'taught sparrow can soar and sing The coming of every precious thing. Soon will the wind-blown seeds take root, Bare boughs blush into hloom and fruit, Wedded joy in a sheltering nest. Brooding love in a mother’s breast Life's full of gladness doth wake and sing, Through the song-bird’s note, in the early spring. —Mary Isabella Forsyth, in the Current IN THE WRONG HANDS. i Miss Orinthia Brown set down her tea¬ cup with an emphasis that made all the china rattle. And little Mrs. Meeker jumped nervously at the sound. “I never heard anything so ridiculous in all my life,’” said Miss Brown, deri¬ sively. “Gilbert Mott in love with Georgia Arlington! Why, she is a mere doll with big blue eyes and pink cheeks and yellow curls.” “She’s very fascinating in her man¬ ners," Mrs. Meeker ventured to re¬ mark. “Oh, pshaw!” was Miss Orinthia’s contemptuous comment. “And you ically think he’s in love with her?” . “Yes, I must say that I think so.’’ “Ah-h-h,” said Orinthia, meaningly. “If I only dared tell you all!” “Dear mo!” said Mrs. Meeker, eagerly; “what do you mean?" “Nothing,” said Miss Brown with a tsod of her head. “He walked home from church last night with me—didn’t he?” “Yes, but—” “He stayed on my side of the room all the time we were decorating tho fair rooms with evorgreens, didn’t he?” “Yes; but that was because—" “And—but never mind, never mind!’, said Miss Orinthia, mysteriously. “Time will show t Georgia Arlington, indeed —-stlry; she's nothing but a child—a mere school girl! I know better!” “Do tell mo, Miss Orinthia,” pleaded Mrs. Meeker. “Is he really engaged to you?" Miss Orinthia pursed up her lips,drop¬ ped Wonderfully her eyelids eloquent, with a manner that would was but she ‘)mmit heiself no further. Let’s go up stairs and finish dressing so China dolls for tho lucky bag.” Miss Brown. “We shall get more iey out of the lucky bag than any jg else, and we must be sure ana lit well furnished.” fhile the tea-drinking ceremonial been going on in the lower part of k mansion of Mrs. Meeker, quite a dif (rent chain of circumstances was trans wing above stairs. Mr. Gilbert Mott, /ho had been inveighed into the snares 'Sqf the ladies’ fair,, nolens volens, had come early to help in the last prepara¬ tions, and walking up to the work-room had surprised a lovely blue-eved lassie in the occupation of filling sundry cones of bright-hued paper with sugar plums and French bon-bons. Georgia Arlington shook back her sunny curls and blushed like a June roso bud, as she started up. “Don’t go, Miss Arlington, please!” pleaded Gilbert, himself not unembar¬ rassed. But Georgia muttered some¬ thing about a roll of ribbon which she had forgotten, and fluttered past him ere he could remonstrate further. Gilbert looked after her, with a whim¬ sical expression of dispair on his counte¬ nance. “Now, wily does she run away from me like thatl” he said to himself. “Probably because she knows it tanta¬ lizes me. But I’ll be even with her yet; M she won’t let me tell her how dearly I Ve her, I’ll write it to her!” ynd heedless of the neglected piles of \ sprigs and princess pine yet wait g\ *°j. \wrought into garlands, he sat \e table, and seizing pen and los U passionate billet-doux after . tag fashion: pUEClbus Dahling: Why are ntt nti cruel 10 me ' wiI1 you ' > jell you in words what you must e ? _J i my eyes—the story of my heart’s For I love you, and have loved i dc hall love you to the world’s end; W /oust have seen it for yourselfdui /last few days that we have bean togetkor for the church fair! Y'et j f ! not- give me a word or a glance of agement. Is this right, -my ruthless tr V j l of hearts? Bht I am determined that ihall tell me when we meet again ter I may hope or not! Until then, it one, I Yours, am half ever in dispair, and unalterably, half hopeful. a. M. P He had just scribbled off this unstudi¬ ed effusion when the sound of footsteps on the stairs chased away the soft shad¬ ows of his love dream, and he had just SPRING PLACE. GEORGIA, THURSDAY, JULY 2, 1885. time to slip the paper under a leaf of Norway spruce twigs, when Mrs Meeker and Miss Orinthia Brown entered. “At work so soon!” cried the latter, archly. “Isn’t he industrious, Mrs. Meeker?” “Yes,” said Gilbert, hypocritically, “I am at work already.” So he was, hut not exactly for the fair. . . > ' , ’ ■ ' . of.' '■ He watched nervously for an oppor. tunity to possess himself of the precious sheet of paper without observation, but Miss Orinthia, doubtless prompted there¬ to by some baleful evil spirit, hovered around the spruce boughs like a middle aged turtledove, and effectually warded off his designs. And presently he was borne down stairs in the popular current to open some boxes of donations which had just arrived by parcel delivery. “I can easily come back to get it when they are busy cackling over the new things,” bethought. But—fit illustration this of the futility Of all human plans—when he came re¬ joicing back some twenty minutes or so later the sheet was gone. Gone, leaving no trace of vestige behind—gone, utterly and entirely! “I believe there has been some super¬ human agency at work,” thought Our bewildered hero, as he tumbled over the chaotic contents on the table in vain. But Mr. Mott was wrong. The agency had been exceedingly human—no other, in fact, than mischievous little Billie Arlington, who came in search of stray prises for the famous lucky-bag which had been temporarily delivered into his hands. Cornucopias, pin-cushions, Rim mel’s scent-bags, needle-books, he pounced on alike, and perceiving ii sheet of pink paper written on, he crumpled it into an old envelope directed “Miss Orinthia A. Brown,” which lay beyond. “What larks it will be! ” thought the incorrigible Billy. “Some of the girls ’ll think they’ve got a love-letter and how mad they’ll be when they find it ain’t nothing but one of Rintley’s receipts or crochet patterns.” And away rushed Master Billy, little recking of the mischief he was unwit¬ tingly working to the cause of true love. The evening of the fair came, and the pretty rooms made still prettier by paper roses and evergreen garlands, were crowded with the brave, the fair, and some that were neither one nor the other. Georgia Arlington, presiding at ono of the tables, looked lovely enough to drive half a dozen young men distracted, in¬ stead of one; and Miss Orinthia, iu a rustling' slate-colored silk dress, went about like an autumn leaf in a high wind. The lucky-bag circulated from hand to hand, carrying, as is the wont of these institutions, a little cuirent of merriment and laughter in its wake. Georgia drew a cigar-case, Mr. Mott became the pro¬ prietor of a rag doll, and Miss Orinthia Brown drew—a letter, addressed to her self. Gilbert Mott, leaning against the doorway, saw Miss Brown hurrying up to Georgia and displaying her prize with malicious glee, while Georgia colored and bit her lip, and looked ready to cry, and feigned a merry little ripple of laughter, all in one and the same breath. “Why don’t that horrid old maid keep away from Georgia Arlington?” thought our discontented hero. “She looks like a dried-up bunch of rasins beside a clus¬ ter of blooming Isabella grapes.” Aud, watching his opportunity, he slipped through tho crowd and edged up to the table where Georgia was selling pincushions and tape at an exorbitant price. “Georgia!” he „ whispered softly “Georgia!” But she turned her head haughtily away. “Please to execuse me, Mr. Mott,” she said, coolly. While Gilbert was stairing at her in amazement, a hand was slipped through his arm, and Miss Orinthia Brown drew him gently away. “Where are you going?” he demanded rather unwillingly. “Just outside the door, one minute,” whispered Miss Orinthia, falteringly, “It is not .in the tumult of a common crowd that such words should be spoken." “What words? I haven’t an idea of what you mean!” cried the young man. Orinthia drew him into the hall, her head drooped on his shoulder. “Yes,” she falters, “yes. How could you for a moment doubt it?” “Doubt what? Excuse me, Miss Brown, but I think your wits are forsak¬ ing you,” said Gilbert Mott, striving to free himself from the damsel’s grasp. “Gilbert, would you then be false to me?” sobbed Orinthia with the dawning symptoms of hysteria. “11 False to you I” echoed our hero. “Miss Brown, will you be so kind as to tell me at once, and plainly, what yot are talking about?” * Orinthia I?rown’s sallow cheeks red¬ dened—her eyes sparkled ominously, as she drew from her pocket the precious missive. • “Do you mean to say, sir, that you didn’t write this letter?” she demanded. Gilbert took the letter and scrutinized it closely. “Yes, of course, I wrote the letter.” “Then, dearest—” “Stop, though,” he interrupted, fran ticelly. “It wasn’t to you.” “Not to me?” “No. Do you suppose I want to many you?” Miss Orinthia uttered a shrill shriek— but the next moment she was alone. Gil¬ bert Mott had vanished. For the mat¬ ter was growing serious cow. If Geor¬ gia were to be won, she must be won at once, before Fate conspired With an¬ other old maid to deprive him of her coveted love. “ Georgia,” he said, planting himseli resolutely beside her, ‘ 1 1 have something I wish to say to you.” “You had a great deal better say it to your beloved Miss Orinthia,” said Geor« gia. tossing her flaxen curls. “But she isn’t my beloved Miss Orin. thia, ” cried 'Gilbert. >: “I suppose you will be denying your own handwriting next,” said Georgia, Indignantly. “ But Jt’s of no use; I saw the letter myself.” “But, Georgia, the letter was written to you.” “Then,” said Gup ingup a little, “how did Sh “That’s just,#« m : I can’t compre bend myself,” si filbert: “but ono thing I am very cortain of—I love yc and you alone, and I won’t leave you v til you tell me whether my love is re. tUnled And V he AA-&" did not; neither «fc was it neces¬ sary for him to: But to this day no irrepressible, exactly ’ - 0r ' , , , letter ...... .........,, Miss Orinthia , Bin s came into Brown’s hands. ■------j——l-u.———l-— « t*. *L Johnson, in a recent book ca the Congro region, gives the following description of his meeting with Stanley at Yivi.in a station crowded with Zanzi baris: “Here he was, seated, on his camp-chair, his pipe in his mouth, and a semi-circle of grinning kinglets squatting in front of him, some of them smoking long-stemmed little-bowled pipes in complacent silence, and others putting many questions to ‘Bula Matade’ as to his recent journey to Europe—to ‘Mputo,’ the land beyond the sea as they call it—and receiving his replies with expressions of incredulous wonder, tapping their open mouths with their hands. I paused involuntarily to look at this group, for Stanley had not yet seen me approaching and was uncon¬ scious of observation. Perhaps he never posed better for his picture than at that moment, as he sat benignly chatting and smoking with the native chiefs, his face lishting up with amusement at their na¬ tive remarks, while the bearing of his head still retained that somewhat proud carriage that inspired these African chieftains with a real respect for his wishes and a desire to retain his friend ship. Any one observing Stanley at this moment could comprehend tho great in¬ fluence he possesses over the native mind on the Congo, and could realize how that influence must tend toward peace wherever Stanley’s fame has reached, for to attack a friend of Stanley’s seems to the natives scarcely less futile than at¬ tacking Stanley himself. Stanley turned suddenly as the chief of the station in¬ troduced me, and welcomed me in a thoroughly cordial manner; then, dis¬ missing the natives who had examined me curiously under the belief that I was ‘Bula Matade's’ son, he sent Dnalla for some tea. Dualla was a handsome Somali lad, son of the chief of police at Aden, and versed in many European and African languages. He had been Stan¬ ley’s body-servant on the Congo since 1879.” A Bad Place for Christians. Formerly when a Persian Mahometan killed a Christian he was fined $15. Now he has to pay $60 for the same priv¬ ilege. If a Mahometan can capture a Christian girl and convert her to his re¬ ligion, when her father dies he inherits his property to the exclusion of all other heirs. This causes a great run after the daughters of rich Christians, even when they are not pretty. If a Mahometan, when out walking, meets a Christian on horseback, the latter has to surrender his steed and allow the follower of the Pro ■L phet to ride to his destination, ’ Th« e profits from “Uncle Tom’s Cabin” *re m it all gone yet, but still remain th? mm ■ POPULAR SCIENCE. Wet winters have been found to result disastrously to insects. The grasshopper dovelops from the young larva to the winged adult without changing its mode of life. In London an electric light has been used to illuminate the interior of an oven: The door was of plate glass, and every part of the process of baking could be distinctly seen. Discussing the manufacture of bone dust, Professor J. Konig shows that when bones, previous to grinding, are fre from fats by treatment with ben¬ zol, they are purified from ingredients which have no agricultural value. While our country is supposed to be neatly free from earthquakes, no less than 364 shocks were recorded in the United States and Canada during the twelve years ending 1883. This is an average of about one in every twelve / '' A mountain explorer just returned .from Asia states that during a four months’ residence at a height of more than 15,000 feet above the sea his pulse, normally sixty-three beats per minute, fell below 100 per minute, and his respira¬ tions were often twice as numerous as at iarv levels. lore the Linnean society, of Lon don,-.Mr. A. Taylor has sought to prove that plants have a dim sort of intelli gen.,, and are able, at least, to exert as voluntary power as certain lowly organ¬ ized animals. Ono proof of this, is the *' fit's avoidance of obstacles—placed ffiualiy in their way—bv bending IJ before touching. SSFreftcb; botanist, M. Fonssagrives, that poisonous gases are given off ' r'hqth growing and harvested fruits— apricots, oranges and quinces— and death by poisoning has resulted fromYdeeping in rooms oxposed to such cmnnilions. A similar deadly gas-evi dently connected in some way with vegetable *>«.«*odoriferous odors—is given off by sweet toe* 'A,imam ttM trees of species in Africa which he comput ed to be 5,150 years old; and DeCandolle has reported the deciduous cypress of Mexi¬ to ’ reach still greater Tho co a age. oldest individual specimen of any species—in fact, the oldest living thing upon tho globe—is probably the cypress of. Santa Maria del Tule, in the Mexican state of Oaxaca. If estimates of tree ages are to be relied upon, the life of this venerable forest monarch may have spanned the whole period of written his¬ tory. At last accounts it was still grow¬ ing, and in 1851, when Humboldt saw it, it measured forty-two feet in diam¬ eter, 145 in circumference, and 282 feet between the extremities of two opposite branches. On the Raging Canal in Venice. It is poasiblo to go through London by canal, but it is not possible to go through Venice by any other routo unless a per¬ son walks, says Luke Sharp in the De¬ troit Free Press. It is hard to imagine a great city where, most of the inhabitants never saw a horse except at the public gardens, where an equine couple are kept as curiosities. My two Pinafore gondoliers got one on each end of a large gondola, and I seated myself on the comfortable cush¬ ions in the center. Every gondola has a sort of air cushion, one to sit on and one to lean back against, and the effect is very luxurious. When once a person gets into a gondola the charm of Venice is on him and the enchantment never leaves him. The evening was still and the canal as placid as a mirror. The two gondoliers swing together in working their oars with an easy rythm of motion that sent the boat along swiftly and si¬ lently. As we neared the beautiful arch of the Rialto they turned into a smaller canal and thought it part of their duty to sing. I made them quit that though, and nothing further occurred to mar the perfection of the journey. It was almost dark a3 we passed under the gloomy Bridge of Sighs, a most appropriate time to get a first view of that structure, although in the dimqess I regret to say that it reminded me 6f one of these cov¬ ered ways that sometimes span an alley overhead to unite two parts of a sepa¬ rated factory. Then we came out into tho broad open water again and up another narrow canal, and thus came to the side entrance of the big hotel. --- - It having been determined to abolish the use of epaulets in the French army, no more will be supplied, and when the present stock is exhausted epaulets will cease to be worn, their place being taken by metal strips, to prevent the knapsack straps from ehafing the shoulders of the men, VOL. V. New Series. No. 21. The Finding of Greely. From an account by Ensign Ilarlow, of the Greely Relief ship Thetis in the Century, we quote this description of Greely’s condition when found: “Th launch whistled frequently as she steam¬ ed along, and we knew afterward that the sound was heard by those who lay in the tent, which was partly blown down. Brainard and Long succeeded in creeping out from under its folds, and crawled to the top of a hill near by, from which was visible the coast toward the Sabine. At first nothing was seen by them; and Brainard returned to th tent, telling by the silent despair of his face that “thero was no hope.” The sur¬ vivors discussed the probable cause of the noise, and decided that it was the wind blowing over the edge of a tin can. Mean¬ while Long crept higher up the hill and watched attentively in the direction from which the sound had apparently come. A small black object met his gaze. It might be a rook, but none had been seen there before. A thin white cloud appeared above it; his ear caught the welcome sound,.and the poor fellow knew that relief had come. In the ecstasy of his joy he raised the signal flag, which the gale had blown down. It was a sad, pitiable object—the back of a white flannel undershirt,'the leg of a pair of drawers, and a piece of blue bunting tacked to an oar. The effort proved too much for him, and he sank exhausted on the rocks. It was enough for the relief party; they saw him, whistled again and turned in for the shore with all possible speed. Long rose again, and fairly rolled down the hill in his eagerness to meet them. The launch touched the ice-foot, and the relief party hurried toward him. The ice-pilot of the Bear reached him first, spoke a word of cheer and asked him were Greely was. He informed him of the location of the tent and tho state of the party. They hurried in tho direction indicated, and soon reached tlA tent, while Mr. Lowe took Long off to the Bear. “In reply to our ice-pilot’s question, ‘Is that you, Greely?’ a feeble voice re „„ ^ m< , Jdt hisknifo'and cut tho hind end of the tent open from as high as he could reach to the ground. Through this opening, Colwell entered. The light in the tent (it was 9 o’clock r. m.,) was too dim to see plainly what lay be¬ fore him, but ho heard a voice in the farther corner, warning him to be care¬ ful and not step oh Ellison and Connell. He found Greely lying under the folds of the tont, with the fallen poles across his body. Biederbeck was standing; Ellison and Connell lay on either side of tho opening, the latter apparently dead. Stepping carefully across their bodies, he dragged Greely out and sat him up. He was so weak that he could barely swallow the crumbs of hardtack that Colwell gave to him in tho smallest pinches. It was said that Greely first asked the rescuers if we we were Englishmen; and on being told that we .were his own countrymen, ho added, ‘and I am glad to see you.’ He Got the Money. The New York Sun tells this story of the late Commodore Vanderbilt: A few years before the war the commodore pur¬ chased with Commodore Vanderbilt a majority^ of the Btock of the line now known as the Pacific Mail. The part¬ ners diagreed, and each Wanted to buy the other our. At last Commodore Gar¬ rison received an offer of several millions from Vanderbilt. Garrison accepted, and Vanderbilt paid him in notes. After thcnote8 had run for some time Mr. Thorne, Vanderbilt’s son-in-law, went to Garrison and said that Vanderbilt did not want to be paying interest any longer, and offered,to settle for the full amount. This was accepted, Vanderbilt sending around a check for the princi¬ pal. Commodore Garrison put it in his pocket, and walked down to Vander¬ bilt’s office, 3 Bowling Green. “Look here, Vanderbilt,” he said, striking the check against the palm of his hand, “I want the interest on this money.” “Do you?" replied Vanderbilt. “What will yon do if you don’t get it?" “Do? I’ll show you what I will do,” replied Garrison, closing the door and locking it. No one knew what passed, but ten minutes afterward Garrison emerged from the door of No. 3 bearing a check for the full Neither amount, of principal the and in terest. commodores could ever be prevailed on to discloso the secret of that interview. There were 1,460,768,450 ordinary postage stamps sold last year, the valu e of which was $20,077j444. The free delivery is now in operation in 159 cities in the United States, em¬ ploying 3,800 carriers. FACTS FOR THE CURIOUS. Sharks have eyelids; whales have none There are fifty-two varieties of shee.i in the world. Experiments made in Paris show that the crocodile can bring its jaws together with the force of over 300 pounds. No man, it is said, can enlist in ill's regular army of China until he has shown his courage by having a tooth pulled. 1 In some parts of Norway wedding guests do not present their gifts to tho newly wedded couple until the third day after the ceremony. A favorite amusement in England i» old times was bear baiting. As early ns the reign of Henry II., the baiting of bears by dogs was a popular game in London, while at a later period a “royal bear ward” was an officer regularly at¬ tached to the royal household. It is not generally known that nutmegs are poisonous, but Dr. Palmer writes de¬ tailing the ease of a lady who nearly died from eating a nutmeg and a half, and be points out the fact that the toxic effects of the drug are described iu both the national and United States dispensatories. The ruby, says an expert, ranks for price and beauty above all other precious stones. When a perfect ruby of five carats is brought into the market a sum will be offered for it ten times the price given for a diamond of the same weight; but should it reach the weight of ten arats it is almost invaluable. The Mississippi steamboat men have a general superstition against all boats whose name begins with the letter M. One captain says: ‘ ‘I have never known a boat on the Western waters that com¬ menced with the letter M that has not either burned up, sunk or been blown up, or been a financial disaster to her owners." Shop signs iu London were formerly not affixed to houses, but were placed on posts or hung thereon with hinges. So largely did these increase at one time that they absolutely obstructed the free circulation of air, and were supposed to be among the’causey of the frequent epi- deinical' disorders of London. They also naturally aided tho spread of con¬ flagrations, and on these grounds were afterward forbidden to be displayed. In the Roman world oach man had his “genius natales,” associated with him from birth to death, influencing his action and his fate, standing represented by its proper image, as a lar among the households gods and at weddings and joyous times; and especially on the an¬ niversary of the birthday when genius and man began their united career, wor¬ ship was paid with song and dance to the divine image,adorned with garlands, and propitiated with incense and libations of wine. The demon or genius was, as it were, the man’s companion soul, s second spiritual Ego. Snuffing. A high school girl in a West End car, the other afternoon, took a flat oxidized silver box from her hand bag, carefully removed the cover, pinched a few grains of snuff colored powder on the pink tips of her dainty fingers, and pushed it up her nostrils with a dexterous grace that a confirmed snuff taker would have en¬ vied. Half a dozen passengers stared at her in amazement. She smiled placidly, brushed off her upper lip with a lace handkerchief, aud remarked to her com¬ panion : “Oh, I’ve such a cold.” “So’ve I,’’ was the meek response. Off came the cover again, the silver box was passed over as a man hands out a paper of tobacco and another pinch of the brown powder vanished up another charming little nose. Both girls sneezed once, very mildly, and got off the car. A fashionable jeweler said; “Wehave frequent calls for snuff boxes, silver and gold ones, from young men as wile as young women. It is simply what you might call a ‘notion.’ I can’t say whether anything is put in the boxes, but I do know that young people buy them and carry them." A druggist said: “Oh, no; it wasn’t snuff. The girls have an idea that it is fashionable to carry those boxes, and naturally enough they want something to ML. mix put bacco iu them snuff them. up would a harmless Genuine make them compound, fermented sick. per- Wo to¬ fumed like sachet powder, put in a little pearlash to keep it damp, and just enough Scotch yellow to tickle them a little and make them sneeze. When a girl puts one of those boxes on the counter and says that she wants something to clear a cold in the head, we know what she means .”—Nashtide American. The number of letters posted in the world each yeir averages about 52,000,*