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- NORTH GEORGIA TIMES P I Wm. C. Editor. Below the Sea. Beep in the bay the old ohorch lies, Beyond the storm-wind’s power, The waves that whelmed it overplay In ripples round the tower. And if you look down through the tide— Many and many a time— You may catoh the glimmer of the itones, <Or hear the sweet bells chime! Uovtbey that dwell deep in the sea, Below the wind and rain, The Mermen and the Mermaidens, Hare built it up again ! They have made fast the ruined walla With their immortal.hinds, And strewn the aisle with red sea-flowers, And with the wot sea sands. And when a drilling boat conies hack Rock shattered to the shore, With never captain at the helm, Nor sailor at the oar, Then down below the stormy foam The tweet old bells ring free, They call upon the manners That come no more from sea. —May Kendall, in Magazine of Jlrt. ‘‘A Secret of the Sea.” The following story was told me a short time ago by a friend, who had it only at second hand from an eye-wit¬ ness of the whole affair. My friend began thus: “The strange thing 1 am going to tell you is true; I know it because I have it from a friend, or, rather a re¬ lation, of one of the officers on board the ship. “Some years ago, before the exist¬ ence of the Suez Canel, a large East Indiaman was making her way easily, with light Summer winds, along through the Indian Ocean to Calcutta. The Cape had been passed several days before; and now, with charming weather, officers and passengers, to say nothing of the crew, were looking for¬ ward to the end of what had been a pleasant, though quite uneventful, voyage, “They had had nothing more serious than a ‘half-gale o’ wind,’ had met only three or four ships, homeward bound; and in spite of a score or more agreea¬ ble passengers, in spite of the last sen¬ sation novels, of musical entertain¬ ments, of flirtations by moonlight on deck, and even in spite of unlimited gossip, the days had grown very mo¬ notonous,and the weeks unaccountably long; even light-hearted middies h;.d begun to chafe and fret over the long confinement on shipboard, and the young ladies to sigh for an excitement. “I take it for granted that you know that the service of the East India Company’s ships was like the Naval in its organization; there were captain, lieutenants, midshipmen and petty of¬ ficers; the ships were mounted with heavy guns, and were well armed, and manned with men trained for fighting. The voyage was long, and in time of war the Indiamen were regarded as very desirable booty. The ships were large, strongly built and very commo¬ dious, and often luxuriously fitted up. “The day had been hot, and the light wind had died almost entirely away; the great ship rose and fell on the waves, and her sails hung loosely from the tall masts that slowly swayed back and forth with monotonous, cracking sound one knows so well who has been much at sea. It was “sundown,’ and the short twilight of the tropics was fast deepening into night; everybody had come upon deck to enjoy such whiffs of air as might be stirring, the passengers and officers on the quarter¬ deck, while the crew were hanging over the side or lazily lounging on the neat coils of rope about the deck. “Suddenly a faint, very faint sound —so faint, one knew not what it was whence it came—or scarcely if there bad been a sound at all. People asked each other about it; some had heard it and others had not; and after som6 discussion it was decided there really was nothing at all. And just as they reached that conclusion the sound came again, and a little clearer, more positive than before, so that every one heard something. ‘It was the moan of the breeze through the rigging!’ ‘No, it was the bell for’ard !’ It was fifty most ordinary sounds in the world, and quite a matter of course that it should have been heard; and then— again it came—as if it dropped from the air, and were the sob of some sad hearted spirit floating by. And then the thing was talked over and over, and everybody had a theory, and nobody was satisfied with any of them. “Meantime it grew darker, and the great stars of the Southern World started out, making the night lumi nous with their wonderful glory. A silence fell upon the busy tongues, and SPRING PLACE. GEORGIA. THURSDAY JANUARY 21, 1886. all eyes were gazing upwards, when suddenly through the hush broke the tone of a bell. Full, clear, musical it rang out, then died slowly, seeming to go further and further away, until the last faint sound came from a long dis¬ tance off; then again silence, and peo¬ ple looked strangely at each other, and almost as if they were fearful of break¬ ing that stillness by speaking the words that hung on every lip. At last Captain Stanley hailed the mast¬ head. •• 'No, sir, nothing in sight. It’s a little misty up to windward.’ “ ‘Keep a sharp lookout—d’ye hear?’ <1 « Ay, ay, sir !’ “A slight puff of wind blew past the ship—just enough to bear the distinct tone of the mysterious bell, and also to tell from which direction it came; it was deeper, dearer, fuller than before. The mystery deepened, but Captain Stanly said, quietly; ‘That mist un doutedly holds the solution of the af¬ fair; it is some ship’s bell, as we shall see as soon as it lifts a little.’ But hour after hour went on, and still the midst hung low on the water, and still the mournful sound of that bell was borne to the ears that listened all hrough the night on board the Dare. Few left the deck, and all night long that sad, weird tolling kept them com¬ pany—now seemingly closer to them, and again so faint and far away. It was uncanny, and to the sensitive ones sounded like the strokes of doom. “Just before the early dawn, while it was yet only a clear starlight, the mist lifted, and at once came the cry from the masthead: Something to windward.’ « 'What is she like?’ «( « Well, it’s a queer sort of a craft altogether.’ *< i Mr. Crabbs, will you go up and see what you make cf her?’ said Cap¬ tain Stanley; and Mr. Crabbs, a light footed young middie, sprang up the rigging, and in a few moments re¬ turned, saying: “ ‘She, or it, is a very queer-looking thing, sir; it is pretty dark yet, but, as well as I can see, it looks like a big flatboat with a sort of house on it—it floats low in the water. And that bell sir—keeps on tolling sir,’ said little Crabbs, hesitatingly.’ " ‘Yes—yes—we can all hear the bell plainly enough, Mr. Crabbs!’ and turning to the first lieutenant, Cap¬ tain Stanley went on; ‘Mr. Fraser, see a boat lowered away at oncer send Mr. Crabbs in command of her, to board this stranger and find out what this means.’ “ ‘A few minutes later one of the ship's boats, manned with a crew of six men, and little Crabb3 in the stern, was pulling towards the flatboat, which had become visible, from the ship’s deck. There was no steady wind, but a slight puff or two had been made the most of to draw a little closer to the strange thing, and the Dare now lay almost or quite becalmed about two miles distant from it; the house or cabin—the top of it at least—could be seen, and a sort of crossbeam arrange¬ ment on which hung the bell whose solemn voice was heard as the boat rose and tell with the waves; but no living soul was visible. Every glass was directed upon the little boat as it came up alongside. Mr. Crabbs was seen to climb up the side and instant¬ ly disappear, while in the same mo¬ ment the boat pushed off and made for the ship, pulling in a disordered, hesitating manner, stopping for a few minutes’ discussion seemingly, then their way with a long, regular stroke. “Arrived at the ship’s side, they came on board in a dazed sort of a way with white scared laces; and upon Captain Stanley’s stern demand for an explanation, they managed to tell their story. "They saw no human being, they heard sound of human voice on that haunted thing; but as Mr. Crabbs stepped upon the top of the high bul¬ wark, a large black figure reached up and seized him with its long arras and dragged him down; and there was a sound of rattling of chains and shrieks and yells of fendish laughter; and the thing was loaded with devils, and the Foul Fiend himself had got poor Mr. Crabbs, and they got away as fast as they could. “And sad and terrible enough It all was, and that horrible bell went on tolling an awful knell for poor, bright hearted little Crabbs. There were sobs and tears, and pale cheeks, and mourning for the lad; and after a lit¬ tle the captain said, with a hard voice, and a set, stern look on his pleasant face: «< < Mr. Fraser, send that boat back with a fresh crew; or, rather take com mand yourself, sir—take the best men and plenty of arms.’ “And in a few moments the little boat went back, carrying men who had rather fight a man-of-war twice their size than face a foe that was un¬ known, and doubtless belonged to the unseen world; but they went, and res olutely, for everybody loved little Crabbs. ; “How earnestly and anxiously they were watched from the decks of the ; Dare one can well imagine. Mr. Fraser and the boatswain, well armed and revolver in hand, climbed cautious ly up the sides of the flatboat, and were seen to raise their heads slowly above the bulwark. And this is what they saw: a magnificent Bengal tiger of the finest breed just finishing his revolting meal t They fired together, and the great creature fell over and died without a struggle. “Then the boat’s crew were ordered to come up, and they carefully climbed on board, and with a pistol in each hand, began an exploration of the cab¬ in; there was no door to it, and as they entered the wide doorway, there right before them they saw t wo skeletons— of a man and a woman, chained, one against each side ol‘ the room. Be¬ tween them, in the midst, was a brok¬ en chain, one end still riveted to the floor—the other hung to the neck of the slain tiger! “Fronting the doorway, on the wall was written in Arabic: ‘Such is my vengeance upon those who rouse my jealousy.’ The ghastly tale was told. "Silent from horror, they gathered together all that was left of the gay middie, and covering them with a boat-cloak, the Dare's men rowed back and told their story. “Lieutenant Fraser told it all to the person who told it to me, and strange and horrible as it is—well, you know, nothing is too str ange,’ or too horrible ‘to be true’; and my story is true.” The Jolly Japanese, "All life is a joke to the Japanese,” said Lieut Wyckoff of the hydrograph¬ ic bureau, who lived in Japan for five years. “During all that time I never saw any one angry. I hardly believe they could lose their tempers if they should try. They can kill or be killed with the most perfect savoir faire. The trades-people will cheat you out of your eyes if you let them, and a good many would rather lie than tell the truth. But there is really no mal¬ ice in it all. If you find them out they will simply laugh in your face, as if to say they thought they were clev er in trying to take you in, but that you were still more clever in catching them. I was personally aeqainted with the Cabinet, who really constitute the ruling power. They carried on the Government as if it were a big piece of fun. The Mikado is the only one who is expected to look at life grave ly, and he makes up in his existence for the levity of all his subjects. He is sa completely secluded that he may be said to live in a tomb. Altogether, Japan is a delightful place to live in, and American and English naval officers who go there always hate to leave, Aside from the charms of country and climate, I put its people for hospitality, warmth, and cheerful ness against any nation on earth.”—■ Omaha Herald. She Paid Extra. A widow, whose age might have been forty, went into business on Grand River avenue a few weeks ago and the first move was to get a sign painted. The services of a sign painter were secured, and when he finished his work he put on bis “im¬ print” by placing his initials ‘AY. A. II.” down on the left hand corner of the sign. AVhen the widow came to criticise the work she queried : “What does ‘AV. A. H.’ stand for?” “Why, ‘A Van ted, A Husband,”’ re¬ plied the painter. “Oh, yes—I see,” she mused. “It was very thoughtful in you, and here is a dollar extra .”—Detroit Free Press. The Student’s Recommendation. Professor to medical student: “We will suppose another case. By the blunder of a prescription clerk a man has taken twenty grains of cyanide of potassium. What would you recom¬ mend ?” “I would recommend that the ob sequies be conducted in strict accord ance with his bank account and stand¬ ing in society, sir ,”—Chicago Ledger STORY OF TWO.CORPORALS - ‘An Ex-Confederate’s Remin iseence of the War. W hy the Hatred of One Man for Another ? Turned ^ Being, as I am, a man of no educa tion—never have been given a fair show in my younger days—the reader is asked to excuse my plain language and bad grammar, You must know that I belonged to the Fifteenth Alabama infantry, and that we went to the front pretty early In the war. AVe thus had our pick of cjorporal good men. In my company the third was a powerful big chap named Sam Chapin, who had been overseer on a plantation near Hunts ville. He was not only big and pow erf ul but his habits hail made a selfish, overbearing and cruel man of him. He hadn’t been in the company a week before half the men were down on him for his meanness, Big Sam also had his dislikes, but there was one man he hated in partic¬ ular. I shouldn’t have said man, for he was only a boy 17 years old—slim, pale-faced and as timid in look as a girl. Sam took a hatred of this boy on sight, and ho let no occasion pass to nag him and render his hard lot still harder. Jimmie, as the boy was called, had no complaint to make. He was of a forgiving disposition, and no matter what he felt or thought, wo never heard him condemning anybody bj| have word killed of mouth. Big Sam Some had of us would we been in Jimmie’s place, but such a tiling as striking back seemed never to have occurred to the boy. Well, one day when a part of our regiment was cut off from the brigade by a flank move¬ ment of the Union troops, and our situation was desperate, our captain Steps out and says: “Boys, I want to send word to Colonel-. AVhere’s the man who’ll tale it?” Ae w*as looking right at Big Sam all the time, but that individual turned two shades whiter, and hid himself in the rear ranks, muttering that nobody but a fool would try-to push past 3000 Yankee muskets with the message. The first thing we knew Jimmie had mounted a horse from which some of¬ ficer had been shot and was riding away. How he ever ran that gaunt¬ let with his life was more than I could tell, but he did get through, and down came enough of our forces to help us out of the box. This was new cause for Big Sam to hate Jimmie. The boy had not only exhibited greater courage in the face of danger, and right before us all, but he was promoted to second corporal, This was a promotion right over the head of Big Sam, and he felt it to the ends of his fingers. He couldn’t nag the boy any more, and I have no doubt he swore a solemn oath to kill him at the first opportunity. Indeed, he hinted as much, and became so ugly and abusive to all that some of us wanted to kill him. AVell, in about six weeks we had another tussle with the Yanks. We got into it hot and heavy, and as we were driving them for the moment 1 f oun d myself alongside of Big Sam. We were disputing for a rise of ground, and f ar j n a dvance of us, carrying the flag which the color-bearer had dropp¬ ed as a bullet had hit him, was Corpo¬ ral Jimmie. I was feeling proud to see him there, when, as heaven is my judge, 1 saw Big Sam raise his musket, take deliberate aim at the boy, and next moment Corporal Jimmie went down. It was a burlyburly time, with grape and lead cutting all around us, and 1 let the incident pass for a time, de¬ termined, though, that Big Sam should pay the forfeit after the battle. We kept on and on, but as we rose the hill we were checked. In five minutes more we were being driven, and that was how it came about that Corporal Jimmie, with his left arm broken by Big Sam’s bullet, found himself lying beside the ex-overseer, who had a Yankee bullet in his leg. There were plenty of others wounded, and some dead ones, too, but our two men lay almost side by side. Big Sam was groaning, cursing and whining like the coward he was, when a can¬ teen was held within reach and a voice said: “Take it, comrade—a drink will ease your pain.” VOL. V. New Series. No. 50. “W-what! is it you?” exclaimed the overseer as he rose up on his elbow and gazed at Jimmie. ••Yes; both of ns are down, but you are hit the worst. Can I help you ?” “You help me?” “Of course.” It paralyzed Big Sam to meet with such words from the man he had tried to kill. After a time lie groaned out ; “Say, Jimmie, you orter shoot me through the head.” “What for?” “Cause, I’m the man that fired that bullet into you.” "Well, I don’t want revenge. I’m now able to crawl away, but I won’t leave you.” The Yanks were massing artillery to play on the rise of ground and what does Corporal Jimmie do but get up in the face of all the sharp-shooters and wounded and faint as he was, half drag, half carry Big Sam into a shel¬ tered ravine. More’n that, he binds up his wound, and makes him pretty com¬ fortable, and there we found ’em along towards night, when a grand charge finally gave us the ground. You remember, I had seen Big Sam draw a bead on the boy, but when I went to make a stir over it Corporal Jimmie said: “Please don’t! He has been punished enough. I think he will be a changed man.” And so he was. They took to each other like twin ducks, and were the fasted, firmest friends you ever saw. Big Sam dropped all mean ways, and within a year was orderly sergeant of the company, while Corporal Jimmie was a lieutenant. Great Salt Lake. Clreat Salt Lake is in fact not a ; ; branch of the Sea at all, but a mere shrunken remnant of a very large fresh water lake system, like that of the still existing St. Lawence chain. Once upon a time American geologists say a huge sheet of water, for which they have even invented a definite name. Lake Bonneville, occupied a far larger valley among the outliers of the Rocky Mountains, measuring 300 miles in one direction by 180 miles in the other. Beside this primitive Su¬ perior lay a great second sheet—an early Huron—(Lake Lahontan the geologists call it) almost as big and of equally fresh water. By and by— the precise dates are necessarily indefi¬ nite—some change in the rainfall, un¬ registered by any contemporary, made the waters of the big lakes shrink and evaporate. Lake Lahontan shrank away like Alice in AVonderlaud, till there was absolutely nothing left of it; Lake Bonneville shrank till it attained the diminished size of the existing Great Salt Lake. Terrace after ter¬ race, running in long parallel lines on the sides of the AVahsatch Mountains around, mark the various levels at which it rested for a while on its grad¬ ual downward course. It Is still fall ing indeed, and the plain around is be¬ ing gradually uncovered, forming the white, salt-encrusted shore with which all visitors to the Mormon city are so familiar. But why should the water have become briny? AVhy should the evaporation of an old Superior pro¬ duce at last a Great Salt Lake? Well, there is a small quantity of salt In solution even in the freshest of lakes and ponds, brought down to them by the streams or rivers, and, as the water of the hypothetical Lake Bonneville slowly evaporated, the salt and other mineral constituents remained behind. Thus the solution grew constantly more and more concentrated till at the present day it is extremely saline. Prof. Geikie (to whose work the pres¬ ent paper is much indebted) found that be floated on the water in spite of himself; and the under sides of the steps at the bathing places are ail en en crusted with short stalactites of salt, produced from the drip of the bathers as they leave the water. The mineral constituents, however, differ considerably in their proportions from those found in true salt lakes of marine origin, and the point at which salt is thrown down is still far from having been reached. Great Salt Lake must simmer in the sun for many centuries yet before the point arrives at which (as cooks say) it begins to settle.— Comhill. Pomenade is a new Southern drink for which rare virtues are claimed in the way of tastefulness and refreshing quality, Jtconsists of the juice of half a sour pomegranate, diluted with water and sweetened. • Yearing for the End. Breathe soft and low, O whispering wind, Above tlio tangled grasses deep, Whore those who loved me long ugo Forgot the world and foil asieep. No towering shaft, or sculptured urn. Or mausoleum's empty pride, Tells to the curious passer-bv Their virtues or the time they died I count the old, familiar names, O'ergrown with moss and lichen gray, „ Where tangled brier and creeping vine Across the crumbling tablets stray. The summer sky is softly blue; The birds still sing the sweet, old strain; But something from the summer tuno Is gone, that will not come again. So many voieos hnve been hushed, So mnny songs hnve ceased for aye, 4 So many hands I used to touch Are lolded over hearts of clay. The noisy world reoedes from mo: I cease to hear its praise or blame The mossy niarblos echo bock No hollow sound of empty fame. I only know' that calm and still They sleep beyond life’s woe and wrd, Beyond the fleet of sailing elonds, Beyond the shadow of the vale I only foel that, tired and wom, 1 halt upon the highway bare, And gaze with yearning eyes beyond Ou fields that, shine supremely lai. — Philadelphia Record. HUMOROUS. A man isn’t necessarily related to a hen because he lays bricks. An astonishing sign at a tobacco¬ nist’s in Paris: “No Smoking.” The school ina’am who married a tanner had evidently a glimmering of the fitness of things. Notwithstanding the depression in business circles, the business of the thief seems to be picking up. Scarlet stationery has been intro duced, but will not bo popular. AVho wants a letter red before it is writ¬ ten ? AVhat is the worst thing about rich es?” asked the Sunday school superin tendent. And the new boy said, “Not having any.” “The way to sleep,” says a scientist, “is to think of nothing.” But this is a mistake. The way to sleep Is to think it is time to get up. A contest between two dentists as to which of the two could take out most teeth in a given time resulted, as was expected, in a draw. After all, it is the condition of trade that regulates the fashions. Nearly all kinds of garments are worn longer in dull times than in prosperous times. A young man who was jilted by his girl, and subsequently married her, says she treated him like a bottle of patent medicine He was “shaken” before taken. It is Baid by an agricultural paper that “coal-ashes are very distasteful to cut worms.” Then the coal-ashes should be saved for worms that are not cut. Every farmer should be kind to the worms. Naturalists say that the feet of the common working honey bee “exhibit the combination of a basket, a brush and a pair of pincers.” This may be true, but we never knew before that a basket, a brush and a pair of pincers were so warm to the touch. Lady, in registry office—I am afraid that little girl won’t do for a nurse; she is too small. I should hesitate to trust her with the baby. Clerk—Her size, madam, we look upon as her greatest recommendation. You should remember that when she drops a baby it doesn’t have very far to falL 8am Jones, the Revivalist. Sam Jones was born in Alabama about the year 1847. In his youth his parents moved to Georgia, where he was brought up. He comes of a family of Methodist preachers, but in his youth was wild and dissipated. He studied law, and had just entered upon the practice of his profession when his father died. The old gentleman, who was a most sincere. God-fearing man, on his death-bed urged his son to repentance, and the young man dates his conversion from that hour, Having forsaken his dissipated habits and his wild companions, ho also de¬ cided to give up the profession of the law and enter the ministry. He was first licensed to preach by the Atlanta conference in 1872, and since that time he has preached with great suc¬ cess and conducted revivals in nearly every city in the South and Southwest. Shortly after entering upon his career as an evangelist Mr. Jones married Miss Laura MfElwain of Eminence Ky,— Chicago* Inter-Ocean.