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About North Georgia times. (Spring Place, Ga.) 1879-1891 | View Entire Issue (May 5, 1887)
NORTH GEORGIA TIMES Vol. VII. New Series. Tiro Pictures. L With dimpled hands folded on henvihg breast She is lying asleep Dreaming of pleasures and love and gold, Careless of sorrows that life may hold— With sweet lips smiling in perfect rest. She is lying asleep n. With faded hands folded ou quiet breast She is lying asleep. Reasures and love and joy all past, Sorrows of life over at last— With pale lips closed in eternal rest, She is lying asleep. —( has. F. Scott in the Current. •* »* r m* , A LOST OPPORTUNITY. BY MRS. BARRETT. A solitary figure, with few lines of comeliness or grace, John Holtaway sat upon tho meadow gate, looking off into the distance. He was whispering softly, vet ho seemed to be in a deep reverie, for his great, tender eyes had a far-away “xpressiou in their brown depths as he gazed out over the sunlit meadows where tho blood-red clover and the golden buttercups swayed under the soft, caressing breeze. Suddenly an imperious voice broke the silence: “Mr. Hollaway, please let me take down the bars. I’m in a hurry, and • apt© the shortest way." The young man started; he had not heard her approach, and there beside him stood the very object of his thoughts. Ah, clover blooms and buttercups, paled were your charms now 1 A little, graceful figure in the daintiest of cam¬ bric dresses, and underneath the wide hat a sweet, girlish face with velvety, peach-tinted cheeks, and eyes as blue as freshly gathered violets. Such was Lily Lawrence, the prettiest girl—so the pop¬ ular verdict ran—in all the country round. A flush rose to John’s sun browned face as he quickly rose and began to take down the bars. “Out for a walk, Miss Lily?” k*.' “Yes,” very briefly. you are fond of quiet strolls? 1 am, Lily dipw herself up, and looked at the presumptuous speaker. “Really, Mr. Hollaway, I don’t see what it is to you--■” Then she stopped. She did not mean to be rude, but truly, she thought to herself, it was high time she should show this young man that his openly expressed admiration was exceedingly distasteful to her. It had been going on for some time, and everyone, even Lily herself, had come to see that the sun rose and set for John Hollaway where she was. “He must be intensely stupid not to know how utterly indifferent I am to him,” she thought. But John was not stupid. He under¬ stood the unfinished sentence, and as he drew back without another word to let her pass, Lily saw that ho did, and a shame-faced, compunctious look stole into her eyes. For, from the richest to the poorest, everyone acknowledged John Hollaway’s noble sterling charac ter. Lily walked slowly along the road, half determined to turn back and apolo l gize for her rudeness, until a turn brought Jier face to face with someone whose handsome eyes met her own with such a glad welcome that all other thoughts were for the time drivon com pletoly away. It was Richard Blake, the most ad¬ mired and courted young man in the village. “Ah, good afternoon, Miss Lawrence! I was hoping I would meet you.” Aud tho wavy black locks were bared to tho breeze as Richard courteously lifted his hat and walked ou beside her. What a contrast to John Hollaway! And the contrast was great in many other ways than Lily thought. But the girl was but young to read character, and that Richard Blake was very hand - some and very clegAnt none could deny, a lover of whom anyone might be justly nroud. When Lily’s home was reached, and with another arraceful bow Richard had left her, she did not go directly into the house, but lingered awhile among the flowers that fi.led their little garden. Her thoughts were very busy. She thought that she had behaved very unkind to her old friend, and her memory went back to the first time she had met him. It was at a picnic, and she had fallen and sprained her ankle. She remembered how the great fellow, so much stronger than his mates, had persisted in carrying her all the long distance back to her home. Since then he had shown in a hundred ways what she was to him, and knowing his noble nature, perhaps her heart would have gone out to him before this if Richard : ! Blake had net come back from college. SPRING PLACE. GEORGIA, THURSDAY. MAY 5, 1887. But he had, and Lily fancied hie gay, debonair manners, and his entertaining conversation, and like many another young girl, had begun to take for true, heart-deep love that liking which wo all have for things pleasant to the sight. And so she shook off her reproachful feelings, and went into the house. “Why, mother, dear, what is the mat. tert Crying, and I out enjoying my self? Tell me, what is it, dear? Let me share your trouble.” Mrs. Lawrence lifted a face, smiling through her tears. “Yes, crying, Lily darling, but not from grief. Sit down here beside me, aud let me show you what a load has been lifted from my mind this morning, Lily, I did not tell you, but some time ago Mr. Burton, the lawyer, came to me and informed me that the holder of the mortgage on our home was in ueed of money and intended to foreclose, uu less the mortgage was paid in full when he should demand it. Now, child, you know \vhat a trouble has been weighing upon me, for I knew that it would be impossible for me to raise the sum necessary, and that we must leave the dear old home that we had loved so well. And now, this very morning, Mr. Burton came and told me that a kind friend, hearing of the intended fore¬ closure, has paid the amount in full.” “Who is it that has helped you, mother?" “That’s the strangest part of it Idly. Mr. Burton said he had strictly prom¬ ised not to tell me the name of ray bene¬ factor, and as to who it can be I have no idea." But though she did not say so, Lily had; and when later, in her usual im¬ pulsive way, she told John Hollaway how sorry she was that she had been so rude to him, and then asked him frankly whether he was not tho kind friend who had come so opportunely to her mother's relief, his manner confirmed her suspi¬ cions. to love,” and whether that be true or not, it is certain that from that time the manly young farmer was often in Lily’s thoughts, while Richard Blake was just as steadily losing ground. But John, of course, did not know it. He was not one to wear his heart upon his sleeve, and at length, after a hard struggle, had decid¬ ed to abandon his hopeless suit and leave the field to that rival who evident¬ ly was the favored one. Lily appeared to notice the difference; but, woman¬ like, she did not appear to care, and so the months went much the same, until at length the crisis came. Tho village in which our heroine lived was just on the shores of a little bay, and many were the pleasure parties that enjoyed a trip over its limpid waters. One afternoon, Richard Blake, obtain¬ ing Mrs. Lawrence’s consent, invited Lily to take a sail. When they reached the beach, who should be waiting in readiness to manage tho boat but John Hollaway. “Hallo, Hollaway, are you turning into boatman?” exclaimed Blake, in as¬ tonishment. Lifting his oap to Lily, John answered, “Not exactly; but Joe came to me in great distress, saying be did not feel well enough to go out, but had promised not to disappoint you, aud knowing I could manage a boat, he asked mo to take his place. Joe has done me many a good turn, and so I could not refuse him, ” ho added, wrongfully interpreting the little flush that had risen in Lily’s face as she listened; “and he said, too, that it was your sister who was to be your companion* Else I should not have come; I woulcpMiot for tho world be a mar-sport.” The bitterness in his tone touched a like chord in Lily’s heart, For some little time back she had been slowly but surely learning a lesson, the difference between real worth and mere glitter; and now her heart sank as she saw, or thought she saw, how completely her conduct had drivcu all affection towards her from John’s mind, and that she had foolishly thrown away her own happi¬ ness. “Well, Hollaway, I’m sure I’m much obliged. It’s very kind of you,” was Blake’s reply. And the two young men soon had the little craft in readiness for its fair freight. Blake had seen John’s liking for Lily, but his vanity had not been alarmed; he knew by experience the power of bis dark eyes, and Lily Lawrence was like any other young lady if she were ten times prettier. So he reasoned. They floated lightly over the blue water, anchoring after a while under a bluff, and dropping their lines to fish. Lily chatted gaily in her ..wn fasci¬ nating way, and never had she seemed more lovely in Richard Blake’s eyes, while poor John, who had thought of * from late that he had driven her imago his mind, felt the old charm over him again stronger than over be fore; but he hid his pain manfully and kept his part in the lively conversation. Time crept on, and just as thev decided on returning, to their sudden dismay the heaveussuddenly clouded over, and a peel of thunder suddenly brought them to their feet in alarm. Squalls were not common upon the bay, but ono was evidently now upon them, and John saw the great danger. A moment, aud they were dashing at a mad rate over ’ the waves, while overhead the awful darkness gathered more ominously all the while, and every now and then vivid flashes of flame seemed to envelope them on all sides. Suddenly there was a blinding glare, then a terrific crash, apd half the mast dropped over the boWs, while the sails wore dragging in tho seething waters. For an instant John was almost stunned; then his first thought was Lily. Where was she? A second more and he caught the gleam of yellow curls in the cruel waves among the tattered sails; the ropes had twisted about her light figure and dragged her over the bow. He sprang to Blake’s side. “If she is to be yours, it is you who ought to save her. Quick! or it will be too late. Your chauce will bo gone But Blake still cowered tremblingly where he was, unheeding the peril of the one ho professed to love. Another instant John was struggling among the sails, a few seconds of awful suspense while the waves were tugging savagely at him, then weak, almost fainting, he crept back into the boat with Lily’s insensible form clasped close to his brave heart. Ho had saved her. Then, still iu imminent danger, they remained clinging to the dismantled boat, until, as suddenly as it had fallen, rrr* ? mt? “ Lily came to herself at last, to find that John was bolding her fast, wBb her close his ' 1 face to own In an inktant the memory of what had passed came back to her. She did not draw away, but raised her lustrous eyes to ... his if to . read .... his thoughts; , , as inmost the cold cheek pressed itself closer against his own, while her arms wbund themselves soltly arouud his neck “Johu—dear Johnl” was all she said. And John knew that with the greatest peril the greatest blessing of his life had come to him; while Richard Biakc, look¬ ing on with pale, scowling face, com prehended clearly that John’s words had been prophetic when he had said, "Your chance will be gone." Mouey iu Mud. “You will never have cleau streets in America,” said an Italian gentleman in the Colonnade hotel yesterday, “as long as you throw away the dirt. In Italy the cleaning of the streets is sold to the highest bidder at public auction, and the man who gets the contract fairly scrapes the streets to collect all the dirt he can. It is then taken to a factory, where it is pressed into blocks which are then sold for fertilizing purposes. You Americans do not seem to know that your street dirt is valuable. I think if you would advertise you would find some smart man who would be glad to take a ten years’ contract to clean your streets for nothing. He would get very rich.”—[Philadelphia Call. Rights of the Blind in Streets. The full bench of the Supreme Court has just sent down a rescript in the case of J. W. Smith vs. Wildes ct al. The plaintiff, a blind man, was walking down Bromfield street and fell down a hatch way left open by defendants. He brought suit and recovered damages. The defen¬ dants excepted, but tho exceptions have now been overruled on the ground that it can’t be laid down as a universal rule that it would bo negligence for a blind man to walk the streets of Boston unat¬ tended .—[Boston Travel ler. A Forerunner of Disaster. A bright looking young woman in one of the fashionable dry goods stores told me she never, if she could possibly help it, sells an article to a person who had lost a front tooth, as it is always a fore¬ runner of disaster to her. “I always get some of the other girts who are not superstitious to wait on such people.” shr said.—[Chicago Journal. A Timely Suggestion. "Hello, Richelieu 1 You don’t call on Miss Dllby any more—something up?” “Yes, Arthur, I confess it—tl^ere ist Why, don’t you know I stayed & little late the other night, and dash me it she didn’t get up and wind th» eloekr,"- • [Detroit Free Press. 1 WHAT C orilL/UIvo A TI HP Q PAT LA 1, ^ Diet th ® t 13 ' ar Q G i V m a h a Up of “Salt Horse,” anpnof «. . ... the m and 0ther _ Faote About ' * erm ’ Seamens Food Aboard Ship Perhaps some of the young admirers of a “life on the ocean wave” would like *°. knOW how the y farc aboard shi P erC , mother’s pantry n0 0 . ^ , ^ sailor fur- 1 tm plate, coffee-cup and nl e * n d ork - He has no table placed r 13 c< ’ n ' unicnce. At hen grub is real yt0 e 8nved the cook " ivus tbe , 3 ' Sna ’- A sa,lor and rcceives c,,mcs a pan of bread, anolher takes a pan of beef, the third takes the largo coffee . chooses. jwt, with hash or potatoes, as the cook The bill of fare is fixed by law. At the beginning of the voyage the cap¬ tain calls his crew aft and inquires if there are any who wish to have their food weighed. They always prefer to cat as much as they can “stow away.” The sailors eat in the forecastle. If t hey are disposed, they can rig them ■iolvos a table; otherwise they must sit ’-round on trunks or the deck in rough w-eather, and take their raitions The “fficers eat with the captain in the cabin, v hero a table is set and furnished the swmc as at home. A rack is used in Tough weather to keep the dishes from dancing. If there is a good cook on board, everything goes well, but km iin Skilled cook makes all hands miserable. During rough weather passengers do abt attempt to sit at the table, but take Whatever they require iu their hands e®d eat the best way they can. One day a sailor was eating his rations during when the ship gave * aad a P 1 ^ <>f^^-ent gallop g“' 08S d If * W ° ° y / 3 ' US ' “ e voy . T lcularl ? 6 ° *** was ***** y ** t ° m ® flhe beef barrel > whereupon one ^ 'i JTfV 6 . °' S S °" f 6 ° owln S °‘d horse, old horse, . what . . broughtyoa .. here!’ ‘From Saccarap to Portland pier, I was dragging lumber for many a year, I was kicked and cuffed with sore abuse And saltod down for sailors' use. Between t e mainma-1, and the pumps I was salted down in great big chunks; They hauled me out aud picked my bones, Then hove me over to Davy Jones. ? ?» The captain of a sailing ship was asked by his wife if she couldn’t give the sailors a good dinner. He replied that he was afraid it would make them saucy. She finally prevailed. A fine turkey was procured from shore and given to the cook, who served it up in good order and gave it to the sailors. One gave a scrutinizing glanco and ex¬ claimed : “Whfjt is this old bird doing here?" Another said: “I wonder how old it is? Must have died of old age." The third remarked that if it had been good for anything they would have kept it in the cabin. They finally hove it overboard and made a dinner of “salt horse.” The captain’s wife after that never meddled with her husband’s house¬ keeping. Sometimes a dolphin is caught, and as you watch the dying colors of blue and gold as he writhes upon the deck, visions of savory chowder and fresh fried fish pass before you. With what an important air tho cook comes into the cabin and asks for a piece of silver, which he puts into the frying pan with the sputtering fish. If the silver turns black he considers the fish to have been poisoned. He says they some¬ times eat the copper from the bottom of a ship or from copper banks. How t nxiously we await the test those on shore an never know. The silver is usually found to be bright and shining, and the luxury of a fresh-fish dinner is enjoyed with unadulterated happiness. Often a porpoise is harpooned, and then there is great excitement. The liver and heart taste similar to those of a hog, but one must be exceedingly hungry to enjoy the moat. It has one virtue- that of being fmh. Tho oil is usually saved, being quite valuable. That found in the head is much esteemed for oiling clocks, etc. When a Spanish mackerel is caught a savory dinner may be expected. During severe storms the cook has many trials trying to serve his meals. In carrying the dinner from the galley to the cabin he is sometimes struck by a heavy sea, the basket washed from his grasp, the dinner and dishes wrecked. —[Worcester (Mass.) Spy. A parrot in Indianapolis died with all the symptoms of diphtheria after being in the room and petted by the children alBicted with the disease. The Appetite of Birds. Of All Biiimals, birds possess tho quick est motions, the most energetic respira tion, and the warmest blood, aud they j consequently undergo the most rapid ; change of substance, and need the luotf food. Although few creatures arc so ! pleasing to the {esthetic tastes of a poeti¬ cally inclined person as birds, the breeder knows that most of them are to be looked upon as hearty or excessive eaters. Any one who closely observes birds and their conduct will soon mark that all their thoughts and efforts, ■ aside from the few days they spend in wooing and their short periods of ing, are directed to getting something to cat. With what restless earnestness do titmice plunge through the bushes and the trees 1 Not a leaf is uninvestigated, every chink in the bark is examined for whatever eatable it may be hiding, ami a sharp look is east into every joint of a branch. How industriously does iho ousel turn and thrash the leaves on the ground of the woods all the day long, spying its game with a glance of its sharp eye, and snapping it up ou tho instant I After observing a few such incidents wo can easily believe tho stories that are related of the fish-eating powers of the cormorant, and the fruit¬ eating birds that are able to consume three times their weight every day.~ [Popular Science Monthly. “Save That Hog.” An old sailor recently spuu a yum to the Martha’s Vineyard HeraUl, in which he said: “A spnuking breeze was driv¬ ing the ship, everything drawing alow and aloft, when tho cry, ‘Man over board,’ startled the ship’s company. The captain came on deck, and, looking over the taffrail at the rapidly receding object and observing the good speed the ship was making, said, ‘Poor fellow. God help him; I’m sorry for him, but wc must take advantage of this breeze in the interest of the owners.’ Justthcn a sailor who had been on tho lookout ran aft and said, 'Captain, it was not a man, but a hog.’ ‘Aha,’ said the cap Fain, •harcT a-port, ’BacE tho main yard, clear away the boat, and save that hog.”’ Poets Past aud Present. “Why do we prefer the pouts of the past to those of tho present?" asked the teacher. “Because,” replied the smart bad boy, “the poets of the past aro dead.” “And therefore?” suggested the teacher. "They cannot write any poetry,” continued the smart bad boy. “Neither do the poets of to-day,” re¬ plied the teacher kindly, “so you a.o away off your base. Go down foot.” And the astonished boy begun to wonder if the teacher wasn’t getting a little bad herself. It turned out, however, that a magazine had just returned her verses and published some of Whittier’s.—[Bun dette. All Meaif the Same. “How do you do?" That’s English and American. “How do you tarry yourself?” That’s French. “How do you stand?” That’s Italian. "How do you find yourself?” That’s German. “How do you fare?" That’s Dutch. “How can you?" That’s Sweedish. “How do you perspire?” That’s Egypt tion. “How-is your stomach? Have yon eateu your rice?" That’s Chinese “How do you have yourself?” That’s “How do you live on?" That’s Russian. “May thy shadow never be less.” That’s Persian—and all mean much the same thing. An Astronomical Puzzle. The curious “canals” on the surface of Mars are like nothing else known, and still remain unexplained. They aro seen as nearly straight lines, and appear like cuttings, with parallel sides, ex¬ tending from sea to sea across the plan¬ et’s continents. They are about fifteen miles wide. They were discovered a few years ago by Schiaparelli, an Italian astronomer, and their existence has since been confirmed by several other observers. They Arbitrated. An old tramp who had agreed to saw wood for half an hour for his breakfast from a Bridgeport woman, quit at the seventh lick and said: “Madam I have struck for more breakfast and less wood; are you will¬ ing to arbitrate?” “Certainly, she replied, and she left the case in the hands of her bulldog, who ran the tramp half a mile and de cided that a lockout was inevitable. Well Prepared. Sympathetic clergyman to widowed parishioner—Was poor Brother Salton stall prepared to go? Consoled widow—Yes, indeed. He was insured in a half dozen companies, —[Lowell Courier. NO. 13. I Am tire at and Yon are Suit. A sparrow swinging on a branch Once caught a passing Ay; ., oh , et me liv0 ,,. the lnsoct prmjM> With trembling, piteous cry. “No,” said the sparrow, “you must fAU, For I am great and you are small." The bird had scarce begun his feast Before a hawk came by; The game was caught, “Pray let me HveP Was now the sparrow’s cry. “No. ’ said the captor, “you must tmU, For I am great and you are small An eagle saw the rogue and swooped Upon him from on high; “Pray let me live; why should you kill So small a bird as I!" “Oh,” said the eagle, “you must fall, > For lam great and you are small.” But while heats, the hunter came: He let his arrow fly. "Tyrant!" the eagle shrieked, “you have No right to make me die I” “Ah,” said the hunter, “you must fall, For lam great and you aro small. ” —{From the German HUMOROUS. The surest way to raise pigs is by the tails. Au unsteady man like an unsteady light, is apt to go out nights. Although not talkative at all, the oys¬ ter is a very pleasant companion at din ner. The barber generally manages to make a living, even if he is always working at cut rates. Scientists believe it impossible for a man to have a double. If this is so how can a man bo beside himself? A correspondent says alL foreigners in St. Petersburg are treated in the “most curt and disdainiul manner.” A railway from Chicago direct to the City of Mexico is projected. With a few more additional facilities for leaving the city life in Chicago will become bear¬ able. Merchant to his clerk—I am sorry I cannot let you have your last month’s salary to-day, but since, as you very well know, time is money, I will give you a month’s vacation; Hungry Guest: “How is this? I or¬ dered a steak and a poached egg. I see nthe egg, but where is tho steak?” Table attendant: “Dat’s all right sab. De steak am under de egg." It is astonishing how much scorn, in¬ dignation and contempt a woman can put into two words. If you do not be¬ lieve it just listen while she speaks of some one she dislikes as “that man.” “There is more pleasure in giving than in receiving,” was tho proverb a mother was trying to instill into a youth¬ ful mind. “That’s true about castoi oil, mother,” was the answer she got. “Do you have damp sheets?" said the fussy old man at the hotel, securing a room. “No,” said the clerk, who want¬ ed to be obliging, “but we can sprinkle ’em for you if you like them that way.” He—“I beg your pardon, miss, but J don’t admire your last name.” She— “Great heavens, man, haven’t I done everything in my power to change it? Must I knock a man down with n club?” “Come in, my poor man,” said a be¬ nevolent lady to a ragged tramp, “and ] will get you something to eat.” “Thanky, mum, don’t care if I do.” “1 suppose,” continued the lady, getting a a square meal before him, “your life has been full of trials?” “Yis, mum; an’ the wust of it wuz, I alius got convicted.” Cloth Made of Bark. The method of converting bark into cloth in the interior of Africa is really an interesting process, says the Chicago Tribune. Captain Storms possesses a strip of common bark, fibrous and woody, of which all the lower part has been moistened and beaten until it has spread itself out into about two square yards of tough, leathery, flexible substance, some¬ thing like a blacksmith’s apron. The natives do understand a kind of coarse, primitive weaving of the cotton fibre into a rough, canvas-like texture; but the bark cloth is the most easily made, and therefore the most in vogue.—[Chi cago Tribune. The Strides of Sanitary Science. The development of sanitary science has advanced with rapid strides daring the last three decades. Thirty years ago it scarcely had an existence. Our di¬ minished rate of mortality is due to a greater extent to this cause than to im¬ proved methods of treatment of diseases. We put this out, not with the intention of sneering at the anxious and too often thankless work performed by onr doq toTS, but to accentuate the fact that pre¬ ventive medicine is more powerful and far reaching in its effects than the en¬ deavor to cope with disease. Not only is “prevention bitter than cure,” bnt It is also easier.—[Saturday Review «r ■■
