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NORTH ITT! IN ORGIA TIMES.
Wm. 0. MARTIN, Editor.
i Satisfied.
After the toil and turmoil.
And the anguish of trust belied;
After the burthen of weary cares,
Baffled longings, ungrauted prayers.
After the passion, and fever and fret,
After the aching of vain regret.
After the hurry and heat of strife,'
The. yearning and tossing that men
“life;”
Faith that mocks and fair hopes denied,
We—shall be satisfied.
When the golden bowl is broken,
At the sunny fountain side;
When the turf lies green and cold above,
Wrong, and sorrow, and loss, and love;
When the great dumb walls of silence stand
At tho doors of the undiscovered land;
When all we have left in our olden place
Is an empty chair .'Jia a pictured face;
When the prayer is prayod, aiul the sigh
sighed,
We—shall be satisfied.
When does it boot to question,
When answer is aye denied?
Bother to listen the Psalmist’s rode,
And gather the comfort of his creed;
And in peace ami patience possess our souls,
While tho wheel of fate in its orbit rolls,
Knowing that sadness and gladness pass
Like morning dews from the summer grass,
And, when once we win to tho further side,
We—shall bo satisfied.
AT DAGGEES’ POINTS.
“You see, I’ve had considerable expe¬
rience in these Ancona and Fordway
shares,” said Mr. Leigh, rubbing the bald
spot on the crown of his head. “And I
advise you to go m for ’em 1 ”
“Thanks,” said Richmond Grey, care
lessly, “I’ll look into the matter.”
“And all this time I am detaining you
from your dinner,” cried Mr. Leigh.
“Pray excuse me; I never thought of
that.”
“It’s of no consequence,” said Grey,
moodily, “I don’t know but that I
shall step into Delmonico’s.”
“And Mrs. Grey?”
The young husband shrugged his
shoulder*.
“Pardon an old friend’s curiosity—hut
I hope you have not quarreled?” asked
' Leigh, with solicitous glance.
a
“Quarreled? We never do anything
elsej"
“Arc you in earnest?”
“Yes; serious, sober earnest 1”
•‘But—*pardon me, once again—yburs
was a love match?”
“Unfortunately, yes!”
“And you are not happy?”
“I don’t know why,” said tho young
man, with a perturbed face. “No, wo
arc not happy. Agues never meets mo
with a smile. I have done my best to
please her, and in vain—and now I have
left off trying!”
And Redmond Grey sauntered off with
his hands in his pockets, and his chin
drooping listlessly upon his breast, while
old Mr. Leigh looked after him with a
sigh.
“There’s a screw loose somewhere,”
said he. “There he goes, into the res¬
taurant with Archer and Lonsdale;
there’ll be several bottles of gold-seal
damaged, and a round bill to pay, wind¬
ing up with an evening at billiards.”
And off trotted Mr. Leigh to tho beef¬
steak that formed his frugal dinner at a
cheap eating-house. For Mr. Leigh be¬
longed to thc noble army of old bachelors.
At the same hour a tall, beautiful wo¬
man was pacing up and down the floor of
a handsomely furnished dining-room in a
brown-stone house up town, while the
rustling of her rich amethyst-colored silk
dress made a sound like thc waves of the
sea.
“It’s too bad,” said Agnes Grey, bit¬
ing her full scarlet lip. “The second
time he’s been late within a week. And
yesterday he forgot all about that box
for thc theatre. But I’ll show him what
I think of his behavior when he comes in.”
She rang the bell sharply, a servant
answered the summons.
“Dinner, Spencer!” said slie.
“But, ma’am, my master has rr»--*
“Dinner, I say! Do you hew me?"
Miss Tilly Handley, Agnes Grey’o na¬
ture single cousin, shrugged her shoul¬
ders as Spencer left tho room.
“Is it worth while to excite yourself
about such a trifle, Agnes?” she said.
“A trifle!” cried the indignant young
wife. “I don’t call it a trifle. If the
man had a particle of affection left for
me he would not treat me so!”
“If he could see your face just at pres¬
ent, Agnes, he would be pretty certain
to absent himself,” quietly observed
Miss Handley. “Do you know, my dear,
I think you scold him too much?”
“Not enough, you mean.”
“I mean just what I say. A man don’t
like the reins held too tight.”
But when Richmond Grey himself
sauntered in later in the evening, a cloud
came over her classically beautiful face.
“Well,” said he, “does any one want
to go to the opera to-night?”
“To the opera?” echoed Agnes with an
expressive glanoe at the 0 molu clock,
SPRING PLACE. GEORGIA. THURSDAY, JULY y9, 1886.
which occupied the place of honor on
the mantel. “It istoo late.”
“Not a bit too late, Who cares
the overture? Will you go?”
Mrs. Grey coldly shook her head.
“I do not care to go now.”,
“Very well, then I. shall go alone.”
“Just as you please,” said Mrs. Grey,
haughtily. And Richmond Grey
out, closing the door not very gently be¬
hind him.
Agnes burst into tears, “no
liko a brute,” said she.
“And you behave like a goose,” said
Tilly Handley. “Now lie will not
back until the ‘wee sma’ hours,’—and I
would not if I were he.”
“Let him stay away then,” said Agnes.
“Oh dear, how I wish I. had never
uncle and aunt Masliam!”
“I have no doubt Richmond wishes
too,” said Tilly, calmly.
Two weeks from that evening, Rich¬
mond Grey came home with a tiny little
bouq et of hot-house flowers in his hand
and a new book under his arm. It was
the birthday of his wife.
“We arc not happy,” said Grey, “but
perhaps it is partly my fault. If I go
back to the manners and customs of ohl
courting' days, perhaps thc old charm will
return. At all events, it is worth trying
for, ”
As he opened the door and entered his
wife’s boudoir, a curious sense of vacan
ey and desolation smote upon him. No
one was there; but upon the table lay a
small note addressed to him. Mcchani
cally, he opened it.
“When you read this,” were the words
that saluted his eyes, “I shall have left
tho protection of your roof forever. I
feel that we cannot make each other
hnppy, and it is useless longer to keep up
the farce of social happiness and mutual
esteem. I shall return to my uncle and
aunt. You arc free to select your own
path in life. Agnes.”
Richmond Grey dropped thc cruel bil¬
let as if an arrow had smitten him to the
heart.
“Agnes!” he gasped. “Agnes, my
wife, my darling!”
For never until this moment, in
he learned that she was gone, did ho
comprehend how dearly J 10 loved her,
how necessary she. was to his happiness.
lie sank pale and half paralyzed with
horror, into his seat, covering his
with his hands.
“Agnes! Agnesi” he gasped, “I can¬
not live without you.”
“Richmond 1”
He started up with a low cry. Before
him, dressed in black serge, like a pale
and lovely nun, stood his lost wife.
“I could not go, Richmond,” she
sobbed. “I could not leave you when
the moment for my final decision came.
I did not know how deeply rooted was a
wife’s love for her husband. And I be¬
gan to realize that I had been haughty,
cold and capricious—that I had not al¬
ways treated you as I should. Will you
forgive me, Richmond? Will you let us
begin our married life oyer again?”
“My darling Agnes!” was all that he
could say, but thc tears that glittered in
his eyes spoke more eloquently than any
words.
That was tho night of their new be¬
trothal, the end of all their married mis¬
eries. And the key to all tho mystery
was very simple—to bear and to forbear.
“I thought it would all come right in
time,” said Miss Tilly Handley, triumph¬
antly .—New York Sun.
Tho Largest Cotton Planter.
Since the death of Col. Edward Rich¬
ardson of Misrisippi, Mr. C. M. Neil of
Pine Bluff, Ark., is, perhaps, the largest
cotton planter in the South. He was born
in Alabama and is only thirty-eight years
of age. In 1800 he went to Arkansas
penniless and went to work on a farm.
He is now president of the First National
Bank of Pine Bluff and has 12,000 acres
of cotton in cultivation. He owns three
large stores and a railroad twenty-six
miles in length, all of which runs through
one of his plantations He is now build¬
ing another road forty-two miles in length
through his plantations. Mr. Neil’s
wealth is estimated at $3,000,000. Re
cently he advanced to one person $90,000.
The moment he heard of the Hot Springs
fire he forwarded 300 barrels of flour, 200
barrels of cornmeal, 20,000 pounds of
beef, besides clothing, &c., for the bene¬
fit of the sufferers .—Baltimore Sun.
Tho Biscuits Wore Hoary.
At the tea table:
Phasecius—“My dear, I have a sugges¬
tion to offer.”
Lavina—“Well, what is it, pray?”
Phasecius—“It is that we have theso
biscuits adorned with painted decorations
of Japanese design, apply for a copyright
and get some wholesale stationer down
town to introduce them to the trade as
Mikado paper weights. What do you
say?” .—Detroit Free
But she was silent Press.
CANARY BIRDS.
A Dealer Tells How to Raise
the Songsters,
Suggesting that They be Made a Source
of Profit to Poor Women.
“I am surprised that many poof wo¬
men who arc unable to do hard work do
not 8 ° into Bie business of raising cana¬
ries,” said a dealer in pots with a wise
shake of the head. “It is comparatively
easy work and, if conducted on a suffi
cicllt, y large scale, as it can bo in almost
any dwelling house, will yield a far more
comfortable sujiport than can be earned
from many kinds of labor in which wo
men engage. Why, this is one of tho
principal methods of making a living
among the poor of thc Hartz Mountains.
Tin peasants raise the birds in wooden
cages and apparently with little trouble.
Probably the chief reason why American
women who undertake to raise a few ca
naries as a matter of diversion are uusuc
cessful is owing to their superior ideas of
cleanliness. Unlike the worthy dames of
tlle German mountains they are intoler
ant of thu necessary litter and nccumula
tion of filth in thc cages during the peri¬
od of incubation. They disturb and mo
the nesting birds to cleanse their
cages and thus prevent the eggs from
hatching.
“What kind of birds arc best for
breeding purposes? Well, you know
there are many varieties of canaries. In
my way of thinking the short,
voiced German canary is tho best. Thc
P air should be opposite in color, one
S rce n and tho other bright yellow. Ca¬
naries from thc same family should
he mated. If they are the birds raised
from them will bo puny and of 110
count. The female will lay from
to five eggs. I have seen six eggs in
nest. Thc bird will begin to sit when
the first egg is laid. The eggs will
one each day just as they were laid
from twelve to fourteen days; The
birds should be fed on eggs boiled
half an hour and mixed with
crumbs or grated cracker two or
days before the time for tho eggs to
gin hatching. This food should be
till thc young bird ; are six weeks old,
but when they are tlirce weeks old
are ready to leave the nest and can
separated from the old ones. They
soon be taught to eat seed by
it on the bottom of their cages. As soon
ns they begin to sing thc males should
separated from the females, so that no
mistakes can lie made when taking
to a buyer.”
“What is the host kind of seed for ca¬
naries?”
“Sicily canary and German rape seed.
Some breeders also use India millet and
Turkish inaec in tho proportion of four
parts of Sicily to three of rape seed, two
of millet and one of mace. Certain im¬
porters, however, use two parts of rape
to one of Sicily, and give the birds no
other seed. I mix my seed half and half,
Sicily and rape seed. Hemp seed should
never be given except when the bird has
lost appetite from sickness, as it creates
fat, which is fatal to its song. There
should always bo cuttlefish bone in the
cage. Sand likewise should either be
sprinkled on the floor or in thc seed.
“A regular time to clean the cage and
forgiving tiie birds fresh water for bath¬
ing and drinking is almost a necessity
for their health. Many birds if neglect¬
ed beyond their usual time will keep up
an incessant calling and scolding until
attended to. Canaries have wonderfully
retentive memories, and neither forget
any one to whom they are attached nor
anything to which they have been accus¬
tomed. A small yellow fellow I know
had been allowed to fly about his mis¬
tress’ sleeping apartment, lie had be¬
come expert in unfastening his cage door
and letting himself out and in at his own
fancy. His mistress, during an absence
of several weeks, left him in care of
friends, who kept his cage door securely
jj ec | On her return he was taken home
one evening. The gas was burning. He
watched sharply when the string that
had so loni? burred his passage from be
bind tho wires was unloosed, apparently
distrustful that his liberty was to be giv¬
en to him again. When ho considered
himself unnoticed he deftly unlatched
the door and flew to the top of the dress¬
ing case, where he sat blinking with tho
solemnity of an owl.
“They’ve a'J got different dispositions
—just like people, too—and different
tastes about their eating. Some of ’em
have really diabolical tempers, and if cn
ra S u d at any one will scold, open their
moutdls and s P 1 ' ea d their wings, and gen¬
erally announce their displeasure when¬
ever thc offending individual approaches
their domain. Some are specially fond
of some kinds of food or fruit that others
will not touch. One peculiarly fastidi¬
ous canary that I have will not eat any-
thing having pepper on it of take a
mouthful of a green one. Another ex- :
caedirngly ___. voracious one will devour , a
goodoaed „ , . i green innde , of ,
pepper an
hour n
“What other food should tfe' given ca
nariesf”
“In winter pieces of apple, but not con
stantly. The birds are foud of celery
tops. In Hummer it is safo to give them
almost any kind of edible green stuff—
IcttitcC, endive, chickrteed, green mus
tard, spinach, cabbage, and seeded heads
of green grasses. A smail piece Of fat
beef ot fat salt pork should occasionally
be placed in the cage. Canaries like
green peas and will readily pick them out
of slightly broken pods .”—Chicago News
Writing for Twenty-Six Hours.
LippineoWs Magazine Julian llaw
ne says that he remembers that on
occasion he wrote for twenty-sixcon
five hours without pause. The Chi
News relates the circumstances un
dejfwhicli We remember the feat was have accomplished; heard
to Mr. Ilaw
tharno say that this was during his resi
dencc in Loudon shortly after he had en*
tered upon a literary career. He had
agreed to have a story done by a certain
hour on a certain day, and, as is very
apt, to be the way with young men, ho
had put off tho work until tho eleventh
hour. Then, confronted by tho u acorn
promising fact that he must do the
work or lose his money, he set himself at
the task with all Ins might and main.
Ho started in at 9 o’clock one morning
and stuck hard at work uuti nearly noou
thc next day. He says he found no dif
ficultv in writing after the first hour; his
thoughts came freely and his baud work
cd mechanically. He remembers that
when he finished tho story he becamo
aware that his little children were play
ing about tho room where he had been
writing; he neither saw nor heard them
while I 10 wits at work, and now they
looked more like shadows than real,
tangible forms. lie did not feel particu
larly worried, but his b rain seemed to bo
strangely confused; so, instead of going
to bed, as a man naturally would think of
doing, ho put on liis hat and overcoat
and set out for a long walk. He re¬
mained. out of doors until dusk; then,
upAn nis return home, he ate a light sup¬
per, drank two bottles of ale find went
to bed. The bodily exercise had cleared
his head, his brain was as cool and quiet
as could bo wished, and he slept eigh¬
teen hours as soundly and peacefully as a
child.
Origin of tho Liberty Pole.
Mr. Charles Lanman, in his “Haphaz¬
ard Personalities,” finds occasion to
speak of many incidents iu American
history which arc no less important and
interesting than they are novel, In
writing of that remarkable collection
which Peter Force made of posters, hand¬
bills and broadsides, printed iu this
country in thc time of tho Revolution,
Mr. Lanman says:
In looking oVer these old papers, one
fact came to thc knowledge of the writer
which is of special interest at tho present
day. When the news of the repeal of
tho Stamp Act arrived in Now York, in
their great joy thc peoplo dismantled a
ship and planted her largest mast on a
conspicuous plot of ground, and at
the top of this mast they affixed a wood¬
en bust of the King and of Pitt, and be¬
tween the two a liberty cap.
It was not long before thc effigies of
thc two Englishmen were taken down,
while the emblem of the goddess was
left alone in its glory. And this was tho
origin of that truly American institution
—thc liberty pole.
Tho Last Shot.
Nap. Casby fired the last gun of tho
war on the Confederate side in Gen. Lee’s
army. At the time of thc surrender of
Appomattox the Federals and Confeder¬
ates were drawn up in lines facing each
other, and but a few feet apart. Tho
latter were almost starved, having been
without food for several days. While
the terms of surrender were being ad
justed, some very good hogs came along
near the line, and, as soon as discovered
by Casby, he raised his gun and shot one
of them. The shooting of the animal
created intense excitement for a brief
time, as it was generally supposed that a
conflict had been opened by the two op
posing forces. The facts soon became
known, and Casby was allowed to take
his “forage” for the benefit of himself
and friends .—Baltimore American.
Useless Economy.
Elderly Gentleman (to little boy who
is buying candy); “My young friend,
you think that, instead of spending
all the pennies you get, it would be bet
ter to put some of them away for a rainy
da yj„
Little Boy. “Naw. What’s the good
of money on a rainy day? Ma never let*
me stir out of the house,”
Vol. VI. New Series. NO. 25.
uud Senthcrn Names of Bat*
From General „ , D. II. Hills paper m
‘
Century, „ ’ The Battle of South ,
op Boonsboro’,” , ,,, we quote as
“ Thc conflic ‘ f tho 14 * h of
1862, is called the 1 battle , of
Mountain at the North and tho
at the South ’ 80
bottle field# <?f thc civil war bear
names that we cannot believe the
has been accidental. It is
the unusual which impresses. Thc troops
Of the North came mainly from cities,
tortns arid tillages, and were, therefore,
impressed by eorae Conflict natural object named near
the scene of the and the
battle from it. The! swldiers from the
Bouth were chiefly from tho couutry, and
were therefore impressed by some artifi¬
cial object near the field q£ a. tion. In
one section the naming lia# boro after the
handiwork of God; in tho other section
it has been after the handiwork of man.
Thus the first passage' of arms is call NJ
thc battlo of Bull Run, at the North,
—the name of a little stream. At tl >0
3outh it takos the name of Manassas,
from a railroad station. The second bat¬
tie on the same ground is called tho Sec
ond Bull Run by the North, and the Sec
ond Manassas by thc South. Stone's de
feat is the battlo of Ball’s Bluff with tho
Federals, and tho battle of Leesburg
with thc Confedcratos. The battlo called
by Goneral Grant Pittsburg Landing, a
natural object, was named Shiloh, after a
church, by his antagonist. Rosecrans
called his first great fight with Bragg the
battle of Stone River, while Bragg nam
cd it after Murfreesboro’, a village. 80
McClellan's battle of the Chickahpminy,
a little river, was with Lee the bnttiq of
Gold Harbor, a tavern. The Federals
speak of tho battle of Pea Ridge, of tho
Ozark range of Mountains, and the Con¬
federates call it after Elk Horn, a coun¬
try inn. Thc Union soldiers called tho
bloody battlo three days after South
Mountain from tho little stream, Antie
tarn, and thc Southern troops named it
after the village of Sharpsburg. Many
instances might be given of this doublo
naming by the opposing forces. Accord¬
ing to the same law of the unusual, the
war songs of a people liavo always been
written by non-combatants. The bards
who followed the banners of the feudal
lords, sang~af their exploits; and utimu
lated them and their retainers to deeds
of high emprise, wore no armor and car¬
ried no swords. So, too, the impassion¬
ed orators who roused our ancestors in
1776, with the thrilling cry, ‘Liberty or
Death,’ never once put themselves in tho
way of a death by lead or steel, by mus¬
ket ball or bayonet stab. The noisy
speakers of 186], who fired the Northern
heart and who fired tho Southern
heart, never did any other kind of firing.
One of the most prominent of them
frankly admitted that he preferred a hor¬
izontal to a vertical death.”
Bnniel Webster’s Plough.
On one occasion some Boston friends
sent Webster as a present an enormous
sized plough to use on his place. Web¬
ster gave out word that on a certain day
it would be christened. Tho day arrived,
and the surrounding farmers for miles
came in to witness the event, A dozen
teams with aristocratic occupants came
from Boston. It was expected by every¬
one that Webster would make a great
speech on thc occasion, reviewing the His¬
tory of farming from tho time when Cin
cinnatus abdicated the most mighty
throne in tho world to cultivate turnips
and cabbages in his Roman garden. Tho
plough was brought out and ten yoke of
of splendid oxen hitched in front. More
than 200 people stood around on the tip¬
toe of expectation. Soon Webster made
his appearance. He had been calling
spirits from thc vasty deep, and his gait
was somewhat unsteady. Seizing the
plough handles and spreading his feet, he
yelled out to tho^river in his deep, bass
voice;
“Are you all ready, Mr. Wright?”
“All ready, Mr. YYebstcr," was the re¬
P 1 * meanin S’ of course ’ f | ,r his s P ecch -
Webster straightened himself up by a
mighty effort, and shouted;
“Then let her rip!”
T)lc vvhole crowd roared with laughter,
while Webster, with his big plough pro¬
ceeded to rip up the soil .—Belfast (Me.,)
J° ur im¬
Willing to Piny Monkey.
A small boy was on a visit to his aunt
at her residence on St. Anthony Hill,
ne played about the house for some
time, finally came into her presen co and
began crawling about tho floor on all
fours in imitation of some animal.
“You’re a perfect little monkey, aren’t
^^’’ ro errogated hls aun
‘ N °"V. * cl “'£ d ^
as he straightened himself up, “but I’ll
he a monkey if you give me some of
those cookies I had thc last time I wot
here.”— St. Paul Olobe.
Again.
Again, as evening draweth nigh,
My soul most sadly needs thee;
Again, to ease my heart with song,
My poet fancy leads me;
Again the sun sinks down to rest,
All wrapped in glorious splendor;
Again thy voice falls on my oar
In aooents low and tender.
Again, as in tbo glad old time,
Thy hand I'm fondly pressing;
Again I note with rapture sweet
Thy manner so caressing;
Again the evening’s slipping by
On wings of cruel fieetness;
Again I press thy rosy lips.
And sip their dewy sweetinas.
. Again into thy hazel eyas
Tho lovelight's softly stoaliog;
Again I see thy bosom swell,
The tale of love revealing;
Again thy face looks up to mine;
With love past all expressing;
Ap ain upon thy gracious head
1 crav God’s richest blessing.
-E. V. CaveU.
1HJMOROUS.
A pen picture—A fat pig.
Hoops are still in fashion—on flour
barrels.
There is nothing so fruitful as current
opinion.
The blacksmith secures prosperity by
being always on the strike.
“This requires head work,” as tho
barber said when preparing for a sham
poo.
There is a hen in Florida that lays two
eggs a day. This country will be ruined
by cheap labor.
The pleasantest way to take cod liver
oil is to fatten pigeons with it, and then
cat the pigeons.
. Tho farmer is more seriously affected
than anybody else when everything goes
against the grain.
All men are not proud, but the chap
with the bald head kuows tlmt he looks
best with his hat on.
“Name tho most dangerous straits, r
said the teacher. “ Whiskey straights, *
replied the student promptly.
There is some appropriateness in speak¬
ing of a lady’s bonnet as “ju ntele t killing”
in these days. It is chiefly up of
dead birds.
Young housewife—What miserable
again.. . really ^must tell
little _ eggs You
them > Jllne > to let thohens sit 6 n thhm ft
little longer.
A number of Philadelphia ladies hnvo
formed an association to do mending for
bachelors. It is conjectured that they
“sew” that they may "reap.”
Tho man who thought he could grow
wise by eating sago cheese, was' own
brother to the one who believed he could
live on the milk of human kindness.
A tramp, who was driven from a house
by an irate party with a club, remarked
that such conduct was most ungentle
and he felt very much put out.
On a card in a Philadelphia street car
is a great truth thus succinctly stated :
“Advertising is a great deal like making
love to a widow—it can’t be overdone.”
What is tho difference between the
man who cuts off tho end of his pro
bosis and a boy who has just finished
his task ? Ouc lessens Ids nose, and
tho other knows his lessons.
“Can’t you give us something with a
stick in it? asked Mr. Smartic, putting a
quarter on the soda fountain and wink¬
ing knowingly. “Oh, certainly,” said
the polite attendant, and ho wrapped up
a bottle of mucilage and swept the coin
into the drawer.
“Say, Mr. Gogglcscope, what do you
come to our house so often for?” Goggle
scope (patronizingly)—“Now, Tommy,
you must ask your sislcr Clara that,
when she comes into the parlor—just ask
her.” “Well, I did, and she said she’d
be blest if she knew.”
Tho Retort Courteous
A blatant, braying sample of the loud
voiced, self-conscious, look-at-me variety
of men took his scat in a Philadelphia
street car, and called to the conduc¬
tor:
“Does this car go all the way to
Eighth?”
“Yes, sir,” responded the conductor,
politely.
“Does it go up as far as Oxford street?
I want to get off there.”
“Yes, sir,” was the reply.
“Well,I want you to tell me when you
get there. You’d better stick a wafer on
your nose, or put a straw in your mouth,
or tie a knot in one of your lips, so that
you won’t forget it.”
“It would not be convenient for. one
in my position to do so,” said the con¬
ductor, “but if you will kindly pin your
ears around your neck, I think I will re¬
member to tell you.”
Amid the roar of the passengers,
thc man said that he had
forgotten something, and got off at the
next corner,— Puek,
