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About North Georgia times. (Spring Place, Ga.) 1879-1891 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 25, 1886)
NORTH GEORGIA TIMES Wm. 0. MARTIN, Editor. Fear No Grief. Morts *, £ >i hou art beloved, Life’s tk™ateful c nces are removed; And things that checked thee Hallow, hearten and protect thee. Grow'sJ thou mellow? What is age? Tinct on life’s illumined page. Where the purple letters glow Deeper, painted long ago’. What is sorrow? Comfort’s prime Lovei choice Indian summer clime: Sickness? Thou wilt pray it worse For such blessed balmy nurse. And for death! when thou art dying » ’Twill be Love beside thee lying. Death is lonesome? Oh, how brave F'-' ir s the foot-frequented grave! .. aven itself is but the casket For Love’s treasure, ere he ask it— Ere with burning heart he follow, Piercing through comip!ion’s hollow* If thou art beloved, oh! then, Fear no grief of mortal men. —Contemporary Review. HER BROTT'D VS DEBT. “Oh, Charley, Charley, how could you do such a thing?” Lilias Wa^laud’s round cheek was blanched to an unwonted whiteness as she stood before her brother in* ,e close. • cramped room which constituted her solo home. Charley Wayland, a handsome dissipa¬ ted-looking youth of two or three and twenty, witli bold, black eyes and a merry mouth that seemed made only to smile, sat oppostc her, looking half-repentant, half defiant, as she spoke. “Lilly, I couldn’t help it. I tell you I was hard up. A fellow must have money; you women don’t know anything about the temptations and necessities of the world!” “But, Charley,” she faltered, “do you know how this same world, as you phrase it, looks at the deed you have just com¬ mitted? Oh, Charley, and her voice „ grew low and tremulous, “it is a forgery!” “Nonsense, Lilli It’s ojily borrowing a part of o’.d Glencross’ unused millions to aid my needs. I wrote and asked him for cash, and lie, the unmannerly lout, refused. Well, what could he expect after this, buT that I should help my¬ self?” ■ Lilias wrung her slender hands. “How dare you, Charley! That a TVayland should come to this!” she wailed. “Dared!” he echoed, recklessly; “it was but the stroKe of a pen, after a!!; and old Glencross would be a paltrier miser than I take him to be if he makes a fuss about a matter of five hundred dollars.” “it is the right and the justice of the tiling,” cried Lilias, almost frantically “If wo could pay him in any way; but I have sold everything that remains of our former wealth. See 1” and she looked round, the miserable apartment. “See how I live! Last night I sat up until midnight sowing to have a little money to pay the rent. I have not a jewel left, nor a trinket.” “Oh, bother, Lilli If old Glencross cuts up rough, it is only taking a run across the water. I know lots of ship captains that would stow me away un¬ der their holds, almost any moonlight night.” Lilias looked despairingly at him. Was it, then, impossible to make him comprehend the moral obliquity of the deed lie had just committed? “But I can’t stay fooling here, ” ob¬ served the young man, with a toss of his black curls. “I must be off about my business. Good-by, Lill. Give us a kiss, my girl. Except that you’re un¬ common fond of. lecturing a fellow, you’re not a bad sister in the main.” After he lmd gone, Lillias sat down to try and realize the new situation in which she and her brother were placed. All now depended upon the spirit in which Paulus Glencross should receive this new encroachment upon his purse and patience. Lily had never seen this distant rela .t’Oii, yet she had formed an opinion of him in her inmost mind,as we are all apt to do of unseen persons whom we hear a great deal about; and whenever she thought of Air. Glencross tho image of a hook-nosed old man, yellow-skinned and cadaverous, engaged in sorting over piles of mortgages or counting bags of gold, suggested itself to her mental eye. “But ho must be human, at least,” thought Lily, in the agony of her dis¬ tress. “If I go to him myself, and tell him just what poor Charley’s necessities were, and how good hearted he is, in spite of all his faults and thoughtlessness —if I say frankly to him that I have no money nor jewels to reimburse him, but that I will stay and work for him, as a servant girl might work iu the kitchen, uutil I have discharged the horrible debt, surely, oh, surely he. cannot have the heart to refuse, l ean do a great many things. J can sew and embroider, SPRING PLACE. GEORGIA. THURSDAY. NOVEMBER 25, 1836. and I can make good bread and biscuit, and poor mama always said I was a good honsekeeper, and if Mr. Glcncross is really so miserly as Charley thinks he would look at the economy of the thing. At least, it is worth trying. So favorably did Lilias Wayland re¬ gard this idea, broached in he- sore ex- tremity, that in two days fro., he even¬ ing in which she had bidden good-by to her handsome, reckless brother, she stepped from the cars at the ^ w York depot, dressed in a sober brow., s-.it that made her look like a shrinking little mouse, with her carpet bag in her hand. A little inquiry sufficed to bring her to the street where Mr. Glencross re¬ sided—a stately avenue, lined on either side with elegant palaces, the like of which Lily Dad never seen in the plainer city where one had been born and bred. Her heart sank within her as she stood on the broad brown-stone steps leading tip to the carved rosewood door, on which a silver p'ate boro the name of ‘ Gien cross’ 1 '.n old English letters. Then, coloring deeply at her own cow¬ ardly tremuloumess and utter lack of all resolution and enterprise, she rang the bell to settle the question at once and definitely. “Is Mr. Glencross at home?” she asked of the colored servant who answer' . the summons. Yes, Air. Glencross was at home; would tho young lady enter? Aud Lilia* ..s shown into an apartment curtained with heavy folds of purple satin and carpeted witli velvet of the same rich color, an apartment whoso dusky splen¬ dor made her think of all the stories she had read o*. enchanted palaces in the realms of fairy land. As Lilias sat on the silicon sofa, wait¬ ing with a throbbing heart for tho ap¬ pearance of her unknown cousin, the thought stole into her mind that he wasn’t so much of a “miser” after all; and then came a sick sort of misgiving that her mission was all in vain. “For surely,” she thought, glancing tremulously round the elegant apartment, “he will not want any one to make bread or look after the kitchen expendi¬ tures. I wish—oh, I wish that I was safe at htSrne ugftrnl'* The thought had scarcely framed itself in her mind when a door at the farther end of the room was opened, and a tall, handsome man, scarcely thirty years of entered. “I—I beg your pardon, sir,” faltered Lilias, all in a flutter, “but I wished to see Mr. Glencross.” “I am Air. Glcncross.” “You!” Lily rose up and sat down again, coloring vivid scarlet. This, then, was their “far-off” cousin, and how widely different from fheir dreams and fancies! Apparently the gentleman saw and pitied her painful confusion, for he said politely: “Alay I ask in what manner I can be useful to you?” “I am Lilias Wayland I” she answered, in a tone tlint was scarcely audible. “Wayland!” A shadow, faint yet distinctly perceptible, overspread his face at that word, and Lilias saw it with a failing heart. She forgot the labored speech of palliation and excuse that she had prepared. She forgot that he was no silver-haired patriarch, but a handsome young man, surrounded by all the adjuncts of wealth and luxury. She remembered only poor Charley and her own sickening idea of debt, disgrace and ruin; and sinking on her knees at bis feet, she sobbed out her pitiful story. “He is so young,” she wailed, “so young, surely you will not refuse to give him another chance for name and fame! I -will work and toil for you until tho five hundred dollars are every cent paid. I will be a servant, a seamstress—what you please, only promise me that you will not visit him with the penalties of the law 1” Iler voice died into quivering silence, but her eyes still appealed. “Rise, Aliss Wayland/’ said the young man, without a moment’s consideration. “I promise that this, offence of your brother’s shall be overlooked for the sake of the sister who has pleaded so eloquent¬ ly for him.” “And I—what can I do for you? What must I do? For if I cannot repay the money in some shape or o'thcr I shall die of shame and mortification 1” “I will take the matter into consider¬ ation,” said AJr. Glencross, gravely, yet not without a certain gleam of amuse¬ ment in the corners of his mouth at the idea of that pretty, slender creature ren¬ dering up to him the equivalent of the five hundred dollars. “And now, Cous¬ in Lilias—for I believe we may claim re¬ lationship, although it is somewhat dis¬ tant—I shall insist upon you as my guest for a while. Let me ring and send for my mother!” Mrs. Glencross, a stately old lady in black silk and Valencinnes lace, wel- corned Lilias Wayland with a smiling hospitality which belonged to the an cient regime, and almost before she knew it the girl found herself innocently away to her hostess, as it she had lived all her life ia the svujffiine of that pleasant smile; white Pawns .Glee* croes,"busied among some papers at thf table beyond, watched the sweet iter?® dlanj* . ing couutenanco with ii I a new “I never saw such a lovely face^urmy life,” he thought, *■ “The profile) i?t — as purely Grecian as the face of the Hero on my mother’s cameo, and the eyas are as full of shifting lights as a diamond! Upon my word, this little new cousin is an acquisition! 1 ’ When Lilias wrote her happy letter home that night Mr. Glencross added a pleasant postscript aud Charley Way land knew thathis season of peril was over. Lily had been nearly a month the guest of the stately old lady in black silk and Valcncierines lace, when one day Pautus, coming suddenly into the purple twilight of the drawing-room,, found lie; sitting all alono with tear drops . glittering , her , peachy , check. on “Why Lily,\vhat is tho matter?” “Nothing, Paulus"—they J had , , * grown to , . good mends ,. , , by this ... time—“only .. , no T I , have , boon dreaming , . very pleasantly, , ,, ’ and , the .. tune .. of . waking ,. , has at come last.” “You mysterious little sphinx, what on enrth do you mean?” She colored and cast down her eyes, “The five hundred dojlara, Paulus— they are yet to bo paid. No—don’t in¬ terrupt me. I cannot consent to indulge your generous impulses. I mud pay you, and there is no other way for me than to seek a situation as governess or instructress in sqm^ seminary. So Pau¬ lus, I have written an advertisement, ami if you will bo so kind as to tako it down to the office ,of some one of the daily papers--” “Give it to me!” he interrupted. She placed it confidently in Iris hand; he tore it deliberately in strips. “Paulus,” she cried in amazement. “Lily, this is nonsense. If you want to pay me you can.” “But, Paulus, worlthw‘ you laiow I have noth¬ ing in all the “You have yourself—to me tho most precious gift the aforesaid world con¬ tains. ” “I don’tunderstrnd you.” “Must I speak plainer? Well, Lily, give me yourself. I love you, dar¬ ling, and would fain make you my wife. Are you contcut to pay me ia this coin?” “Oh, Paulus!” she faltered. “I never dreamed of so much happiness.” And so Lilias Wayland’s indebtedness was settled most satisfactorily. Missing u Clianco. “John,” said the wife of a Dakota set¬ when lie came home from a trip to “old Bill is dead at last.” “Well, that’s good flowed when 1 him out in the pasture the othei day that if he didn’t die’fore winter I'd to shoot him. It don’t pay to keep a boss when it gets as o.d and feeble as he was. He ’peared extra weak this mornin’.” “Oh, he didn’t die that \tay—some Chicago huntera came along and shot him by mistake.” “Shot him, bey 1 Well, that’s blame’ smart 1 IIow much did you get for him?” “Why, I told ’em it was ail right, that we wanted him to die.” “Great gosh, woman, don’t you know nothin’! Why didn’t you tell ’em he was our family buggy hos? and worth $150! Great snakes 1 it seems as if wo¬ men never had no bus’ness ’bout ’em anyhow! You might just as well of told ’em that he was a blooded boss and that yer husband was county sheriff, and got a hundred dollars of good, honest mon¬ ey l ”—Estelline Bell. Lincoiu’s Substitute. “President Lincoln had a substitute in the Army,” said Noble D. Larner ( to the Washington Critic reporter, while talk¬ ing over old times in Washington, Wni^B^ ’M^l he was credited to the Third this city. It was in the winter of 18(H-5 that General Frv, then provost marshal here, sent for me and told me that the President wanted a substitute to go to the war for him. At the time I was con¬ nected with the Third Ward Draft Club, the principal object of which was to se¬ cure substitutes for members who might be drafted. There lived in our ward a son of a clergyman who bore the usual reputation given to ministers’ son3, and he was naturally ‘a ne’er do well.’ This fellow was desired to represent the Presi¬ dent, and a check from the White House for $800, payable at Riggs's Bank, was the consideration. Nothing was ever heard of the young man aftcnvartls, but it was generally believed that he was killed during the \Y ilderncss campakp. TATTOOING. One of the Singular Industries In the Metropolis. A Profa. ^^W ho Has Illustrated Many About His Methods. Among the innumerable trades ia New York is the singular one of tatlooirfg. In Smih streeh^tvllei'e many ships from all ofc '.the World iicat the wharves, there is an old man who for th'rty-two years has been ot^sy from morning till night tattoo¬ ing people. He tattoos about 3,000 persons every year, and, to show that uittooing Mt^of is not confined to the bavbari the South Sea islands, it may be said that he has tattooed nearly 100,000 white people in his lifetime lie has tattooed not only white people, but barbarians also, for many years ago ho was in the Sandwich Islands and tattooed the Sandwich Islanders, cover¬ ing them with American flags, anchors, eagles and other devices borrowed from c . v j Uzat . otu , slands nearly , 508 ... of ... the natives were walking ... ° . . .. . P ’ C "!'° f a S * This curious artist, Professor Thomas, , has a large , and . airy office or studio .... in South street. He is a genial, ° , ’ elderly ,, , man and , wears spectacles. , , „ He began life as * ® a Siulor nutt followed ,, , tho , sea for twelve > years, being one of tho crew of the first American war vessel, the Vincennes, Captain Paulding, that ever entered a Japaneso port. He learned the art of tattooing on board ship, and thirty-two yfitrs ago, when his time was out in tho nftvy, lie canio to New York and set up i# business as a tottoo artist. Many of his customers are sailors, who have anchors and stars and clipper ships and goddesses of liberty and crosses tat¬ tooed on their arms. He says, however, that most of his customers at tho present time arc city people, such as yachtsmen and travelling business men, who have their names tattooed on their arms that they may be identified in ease of acci¬ dent or death, and if they chance to be¬ long Jo some fraternity, Such as the Free Masons or the&lc^j’ello4^Jiave its cm member of theirwM^f Many ladies have their names tattooed on the right arm just below the shoulder that it may remain invisible when they wear a ball dress. At the time of flic disappearance of Charlie Ross for several years after many mothers brought their childrcu to Professor Thomas’s office to have him tattoo their children’s names on their arms in order that they might certainly be identified even if they should be lost for long years. Captain Costentius, the Greek, who was captured by the savages and prodigally illustrated by them, and lived to travel with Bariiuin’s show, was the most elaborately tattooed man ever seen in any European country. Professor Thomas said that Costentius was a fine piece of animated pictorial work, for he helped to tattoo Irim. He added that the Captain was not a Greek, but a native of Burmnli, and that a n tho natives of that country aro tattooed. Captain Costentius came to this country weiring a fine coat of tattoo, but he was hardly tattooed enough for the show business, and so several New York tattoo artists were put to work by Alr. Barnum to more amply illustrate bun. There are now in tho country six tattooed men and five tattooed women. The story told by all of them is that they were cast away in various parts of the world and tattooed by the savages among whom they had the misfortune to fall and from whom they had ulti¬ mately the good fortune to escape. None of these tattooed people ever saw a savage, and all were tattooed by Professor Thomas. The mystery of why any person should consent to be tattooed is ex¬ plained by this incident: A girl worked on Grand street for $2 a week. This meant starvation or the gutter. A show¬ man ofK-rjd her $45 a week for two years if /he would become a tattooed woman. 1 She accepted the offer and after she had traveled with tho show six months she made a match with another “curiosity” who was rich, and they have now retired and joined the wealthy class. Tattooed men now get from $25 to $30 a week, their wages having fallen 50 per cent, owing to the increased number. For tattooing people for the sideshows and circuses Professor Thomas receives from $175 to $250. It takes him six weeks, working from three to six hours a day, to fully illustrate a tattooed man. For charges making an anchor on a sailor’s arm he 25 cents; a Goddess of Lib¬ erty and the Stars and Stripis costs $2 50. Other designs made on tue arm iu India ink cost from $1 to $15. Professor Thomas has 500 different designs for tattooing. Vol. VI. New Series. NO, 42. Hi law.y tattood two Spaniards from head to foot with religious pictures, j They are as elaborately tattooed as Cap¬ tain Costentius, and are going to Italy I to travel , in , a show in that country.— . Ney>,Xprk Journal. ; Fat People and fluids. The question whether water is fatten¬ ing or otherwise has been much dis¬ cussed, Formerly it was generally asserted that the victimsof obesity should mortify the flesh and reduce the fat by abstaining as much as possible from liquids and remaining in a continual state of thirst. Latterly the oppositehas been affirmed, and I am told that a re¬ duction of weight is one of the results claimed by “the hot water cure,” pro vided always the water is tak&i as hot as possible, painfully hot, and in great quantities. Experimentshavo been made in Paris by Dr. Debovc which controvert both these doctrines. These experi¬ ments indicate that, provided the same amount of solid food is taken, large quantities of water make n man neither thinner nor fatter. They were carefully made on a friend who took weighed quantities of food daily, and while" these remained equal doubling tife quan¬ tity of water had no measuablo effect on the weight of the body. Still, it is quite possible that the old theory of thirst cure and the new- theory of hot water curewmay both be correct. Both violate the natural conditions of health. Scalding hot w ^er, like tea or coffee, or grog of similar tem¬ perature, unquestionably injuries the teeth, stomach, and other organs con¬ cerned in the early stages of digestion, and it is very probable that deficiency of liquid impedes tho latter stages, whereby tho chyme, by the aid of the digesting fluids, becomes converted into chyle and blood. A fat man may easily become thinner by injuring his health, “Bant ing” is dangerous, as many who have fairly tried can prove. The difficult problem is to reduce the fat without re¬ ducing tho strength at the same time. A skillful trainer will undertake to bring any man down to his “fighting weight,” i. e., to the best condition for violent exertion, but as soon as the discipline of the trainer is relaxed the obecity, when constitutional, returns, and a long con¬ tinuance of high training is murderous. Perhaps tho old prescription, “keep your mouth shut and your eyes open,” when followed with judicious limita¬ tions, is the best. Eat less, sleep less, and walk more aro safe injunctions, pro¬ vided they are obeyed in moderation. The fat man who uses malt liquor as a daily beverage deserves to bo buried under cross roads at midnight, accord¬ ing to the nncieut modes of degrading Ihe willful perpetrators of felo de sc. Nature’s Secret. Where the diamond comes from no body knows. You can no more predict the existence of diamonds than you can tho existence of genius, though, to bo sure, all diamond fields, to a certain ! extent, resemble each other; and all, borrowing as they do their light from the sun, are found only in warm clim ates, says a writer in the Cornhill for August. Nor can you tell where tho diamond goes to on combustion. Burn it, and it leaves no ash; tho flame is exterior, like Unit of a cork, and when it has blazed itself out there remains not even so much as would dust tho antenna of a butterfly. If man has his mysteries, his strange conversions,his go¬ ing in a sinner, his coming out a saint, so f too,lias nature. The philosopher’s stone is formed of Ihe vilest materials, and the chimney sweep is covered with that which, under happier auspices, would bo jewels. This mysterious process of crys talization places between two bodies of the same nature a greater difference than between bodies differently com¬ posed. And yet not so great a mystery either, lor every year a process is dis¬ covered for making diamonds—only, somehow, tho diamonds are never made, or, at the best, so microscopic and at i such an enormous expense, that they are absolutely useless, except to gum on cards at the British museum. In France they say a solution of phosphor¬ us in sulphurct of carbon yields min¬ ute diamonds; but that these things are better managed there than here has been long allowed. A Tlivdae for Sale. King Ivalakua has been over a year trying to sell his throne for $14,000,000. Ho thinks the tlirono trade is pretty quiet. We did intend to buy it our selves, but money will be pretty tight with us until after election, I.' we go into the throne business at all, we want"a “corner” in thrones; but we think we can safely tell Kalakua and all the other throne venders that we will buy their wares after all our subscribers have paid up their subscriptions,— Lynn. Union, The Shell and the World* The world was like a shell to me— Its voice with distant song was low; But npw its mysteries! knowj I hear the turmoil of the sea. Tb ^whirling, soft and tender sound That meant I knew not what of lose-— I dream Its mysteries now no more; Its reckless meaning I have found. O shell, I held thee to my ears AVhou I was young, and smiled with pride To stand aglow at marvel’s side! O world, thy voice is wild with tears! —Bose Hawthorne Lathrop in Atlantic HUMOROUS. On tick—the telegraph operator. “Items of Interest”—The entries in your bankbook. The latest pronunciation of matri« mony is “matter o'money.” Monkeys are very prudent. They aro all four-handed creatures. “Base Coin”—The money placed in the foundation stone of public buildings. When a girl talks about “two strings to her beau,” does she mean bis suspend¬ ers? “How high <^> you want to insure your house?” “About up to the chim¬ ney.” No matter how much a - man hates a creditor he invariably asks him to call again. “For impudence you tako the palm!” as the lass said to tho dude when she slapped his face. When banks become unsteady because * of failing tendencies, even the depositor is liable to lose his balance. “Once I saw a diver remain under water for half an hour.” “Pshaw! I saw a man dive once and ho never, came up.” An article is going the rounds of tho press headed: “How to manage a wife.” Of course tho article was written by a single man. “Dick, did you ever sco tho church bell that hangs in the tower?” “No, James, but I have often seen tho" church belle that sits in tho right-hand front pew.” Restaurant matron—I want yon girls to fix up a little extra and look as pretty as you can. Waiter girl—Is tho butter bad again? Alatron- No, tho meat’s tough. “Does anything travel faster than light?” asked the professor. “Yes, sir,” replied the student, “money.” “Well, m m said tho professor dubiously, “that’s too.” “You’re not tho boy you used to be, Richard,” said the father in a sorrowful tone. “What have I done now?” “Nothing wrong, my son, but is it pos¬ sible you have forgotten that yesterday was your twenty-first birthday?” We partod in silence, we parted by night, On the bank of a beautiful river; No sound but a gurgle, as out of my sight Swift she sank with scarcely a shiver. The nightingales warbled, tho stars sweetly shone, And thou she will riso again nsvor, No sorrow was shown for tho life that had flown, For that eat is silent forever. Origin of Slanting Roofs. To find the source from which tho European nations have derived tho art of building in stone, we must look to tire land of the Pharaohs. From Egypt the craft passed to Greece, and from tho Greeks it was taken up by the Romans, to be by them disseminated through the north and west of Europe in tho process of colonization. The similarity, in re¬ gard to the constructive parts of the an¬ cient Greek buildings to some of those found in Egypt of older date, affords strong confirmation of the tradition that he Greeks borrowed the art from tho Egyptians. The Greeks, however, in adopting it added a new feature, tho pediment, and the reason for this addi¬ tion is easy to find. Egypt is practically rainless. All the protection from tho climate” required in a palace or temple ia such a country is shelter from the sun by day and from the cold by night, and for this a flat roof, supported by walls, or pillars with architraves, is quite sufficient; but when, as in all European countries, rain has to bo taken into account, a slanting roof becomes a necessity. The Greeks, with their eye for symmetry, provided for this by forming the roof with a central ridge, at an obtuse angle, from which it sloped down equally op either side. The triangular space thus formed at the end of the building above the architrave was occupied by the pedi¬ ment, and this part of the facade, which owed its birth to tho exigencies of cli¬ mate, was thenceforth regarded as so es¬ sential to the artistic completeness of the work that it was said that if a temple were to be erected in the celestial regions, where rain would not be possible, the pediment could not be omitted.— Popu¬ lar Science Monthly .
