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About North Georgia times. (Spring Place, Ga.) 1879-1891 | View Entire Issue (Sept. 15, 1887)
* m m am m RTH GEORGIA TIMES. ™.vn. New Series. 7 Life. Dining and deeping, Laughing and weeping, ighing for some new toy; .Loving and hating, Wooing and mating, Chasing the phantom, Joy. - Ijoumg Losing and and winning, winning, Hope and repining, *> Shadow and shining. ' Care and worry and strife. Hoarding and wasting, Loitering, hasting, tissing the golden mark; , Praising and flouting, * . Trusting and doubting- - Taking a leap in the dark. i-Claab»ck H. Pxabson in the Couraut ‘ WHEN ROSES BLOOM.” Robert Edbury allowed his horse to walk slowly home. He had been away all day rambling over the hills and was now returning to the little watering place where he was spending the Sum¬ mer, tired out from so many hours in tho raddle. It was a delightful July night,coo} and balmy with the scent of flowers, and as he rode along in the soft air he sang cS merry tune from a comic opera. Arriving at last at the top of a high hill ho stopped his horse directly in, front of a picturesque farm -house di rectly on the road. He was about to turn away when one of the upper windows was opened, and a voice said softly: . “Is that you, Robert?” For a moment he was surprised; then scenting an adventure, responded: i “How did you know it was I?” “Because no one else would be riding about the country singing at this time of night. What a cold you have got dear. Better go home and keep out of the night air. Good night!” “One moment,” cried Robert Edbury earnestly, as he leaped from his horse, fastened the bridle to the gate and stepped inside beneath the window, where gleamed that mysterious enchant ing face. “Wdh’t you "give me a ffdW'Cr —you can easily reach that clustering vine by your casement, Perhaps—per haps I shall wish to ask you some time to forgive mo some great offense. Won’t you give me a flower for a token?!’ “How strangely you talk. Of course I would give you a flower, but these are only honey-suckles, and you know we promised to give each other nothing but roses. But stay!”—the pretty voice caught itself. “I have a bunch of violets on my table. Would you like them?” “Anything—anything that comes from your hands!” whispered Robert, more sincerely than ho always spoke. The bright face disappeared a moment from the window and then returned. A white hand gleamed in the moonlight. “There, take them, and now you must go! Quick 1 I hear some one stirring. Suppose it should bo mamma? Good¬ night 1 dear Robert. ” The window was softly closed, and m an instant after Robert was gropiug for the violets in the wet grass. He found them where they fell. But, as they were falling, the quick eyo of Robert Edbury had discerned something, bright as a star, falling too. The small strip of grass where he had stood was entirely in the shade, hidden from the light by the large horse-chestnut trees, and he had to grope in the dark for this glitter¬ ing thing. An instant’s search revealed it to be what he suspected—a lady’s bracelet. It was a slender circlet of gold, studded with crystal. The quick movement had unclasped it from her arm; and Robert, with a smile, put it in side by side with the withered bunoh of violets in his pocket as he rode away. * * * » * The next night in the ball room of the Spa, Robert Edbury was startled to hear the soft voice he had heard at the farm¬ house window. “You need not feel so put out,” she was saying, “I am sure he was a gentle¬ man, and how was I to know in the dark that it was not you.” This speech was followed by a masculine growl. Robert Edbury turned, and saw beside him, leaning on that other Robert’s arm, a young girl surpassingly beautiful. Roses mingled with the bright gold of her hair, shone in the bosom of her dress, and a bunch of them was somehow interwined with the slender gold waist chain attached to her fan. Mr. Edbury caught his breath, as turning her face, the girl’s soft violet blae eyes rested for a moment unrecog¬ nized on his. “Who is she?” he whispered, eagerly to his friend. “How lovely she is! , What is her name? By heaven 1 I never believed in diviae loveliness before, but SPRING PLACE. GEORGIA, THURSDAY. SEPTEMBER 15, 1887. here it is, pure and undefiled. What is her name?” “It is Miss Chassdanc,” was the ans¬ wer. ‘.‘She and her mother live at the Grove, half a mile out of town.” “A farm-house, ” remarked Robert. “No, it is not. It looks not unlike one. They are people of property. Yes, she is very pretty. I’ll introduce you if you like.” Half an hour later Robert Edbury was bending over the young lady’s hand in the pretty secluded gloom of a vine wreathed window. They were as much alone as it is possible for ouo to bo in the heart of a busy, unheeding crowd. The first notes of a Strauss waltz were beckoning the dancers and gay couples went laughing, hurrying by. “You arc not engaged for this waltz?” sfS'l Robert eagerly. ■‘uon-e remembered cadence of his voice struck the young girl’s memory, and for¬ getting to answer him, she looked at him doubtfully, while a rosy blush swept over her forehead. She half knew him and half did not. “Will you let me look at your card?” he pursued, as with perfect courtesy in his voice find manner he took the bit of gilt and enamelled pasteboard, which she had tucked away amid the roses at her wrist. “I—I half promised this dance to Robert,” she stammered,flinging a quick glance over her shoulder into tho sway ing crowd. “Then I shall claim it," answered the other Robert, with an audacious smile, At that moment she recognized him as the man at her window the night before, and her face flashed angrily. “You shall never dance with me,” she said, darting away from him. “I hate you!'* Robert Edbury watched her disappear with a smile on his lips, knowing too well tho girl was attracted to him. He called on her the next day at tho farm house. He began to see that he was very much in love with her and must win her. Finally one cveuiug when he asked her to be his wife she shook her head. “I am pledged to marry Robert Stoner, my cousin, and I dare not break it. Ho is now suffer¬ ing from a dangerous heart trouble, and this would kill him.” . “And you would sacrifice yourself for him, when you know in your own heart that you love me.” As they stood by the open window a low moan came from the shrubbery, and before either could rush out Bobert Stoner stood in the doorway. It was a figure never to be forgotten. His handsome face was distorted with cither pain or anger, his pale lips trem¬ bled, his left hand was pressed, with the old familiar gesture, upon his heart. “False, false that you are!’broke at length from his bloodless lips, as he seized Jessie with his right hand. “You told mo you did not care for Robert Ed¬ bury 1 You told me’ A pause, a stagger, aud with a fright¬ ful shiver he fell on the carpet. Robert Edbury broke the fall partially, but was it. not quick enough to quite save him from On the floor, there as he lay, his head raised on a cushion by the hands of Robert Edbury, he died. Tho medical men said he could not, in any case, have lived many months, if weeks, but that the agitation had killed him. It was many long days after that, when she had risen from the sick bed to which this shock of sudden death had brought her, that Robert Edbury came to say farewell to Miss Chaasdane. The interview was brief, studiedly brief, for with tho shadow of that dead man lying between them, speech was difficult to both “Good-bye!” she cried,'reaching out to him an attenuated hand. “I hopo you may fiud happiness and peace 1” “But we shall meet again,” cried Robert, eagerly. “Surely—surely— some time in the near future I may come to you.” “Hush!” she cried, tears rolling pite¬ ously down her cheeks. “You must not speak of.that. Robert’s shadow would always come between us, as he fell on the floor. We killed him! We killed him 1” and she wrung her pale hands to¬ gether in strong excitement. Bo he kissed her hand and said “Fare¬ well!” But he left a whisper behind him. “When the rosfcs bloom again, remem her me!” A year went by and no message came. The second year he said to himself, “Surely she will send for me now!” But May and June crept by and July came, but not one word came from Jessie Chassdanc. He was growing sick with a wild and helpless despair, for he felt how worse than uselessit would be to go uncalled, when one dav a letter came fluttering like a white bird to his heart. “The roses are in bloom and there is onqjor you!”—[New York Journal. MONTE CARLO. * How Gambling is Carried on at This Notorious Resort. Daily Preparations for Receiv¬ ing the Playing Public. Before play commences at Monte Car lo, the notorious European gambling resort, which it does at 11 or 12 o’clock, according to the season, solemn proces¬ sions may be seen on their way to the Salon, writes Charles C. Wellman in the Cosmopolitan. First come two attend¬ ants in livery, canying between them a money chest, and close behind march the croupiers who are to begin work and of whom there are seven to each table. Four of these sit facing each other on either side of the roulette board in the centre, and one at each end. The seventh, the chef-de-partie, as he is called, perches himself on a high stool close behind one of the pairs of croupiers at the centre, keeps a lookout all around, and is appealed to in case of any dispute. “Je dornine” are the words in which he expresses his position. Each of the croupiers, the chef-de partie excepted, is armed with a long handled rake, which, ns it has so much work to do, is strengthened at the foot by a plate of brass. The bank-notes are placed in boxes, the money counted out, and the louis and five-franc pieces ar¬ ranged in long rows standing on their edges, so that they look like gold and silver snakes. Each of the four crou¬ piers at the centre has snakes of both colors to look after. Those at tho et^s of tho tables have nothing to do with raking in or paying out the money lost or won; their business is to put stakes on, or rake winnings off, for those who, unable to secure seats at the tabic, are crowding around outside; to get change for them as required, and to keep order. And now it is time to begin; the rakes of the croupiers facing each other at the centre are laid across tho table head to head, their long, thin handles appear¬ ing beyond the elbows of the men about to wield them with so much skill. The croupiers at the top and bottom lay their instruments close in front of them at right angles to the length of the table, which is long enough to accommodate about twenty players besides the croup¬ iers, and eight shorter rakes unshod with brass are placed ready for the use of players. All is now prepared for the attack, the garrison is perfectly drilled and disci¬ plined, and amply supplied with the sinews of war. Table and men together form one machine, a machine that plays > without committing a mistake, never made reckless by disaster, never rend¬ ered foolish by success. Open the doprs, then, and let all who will approach and do battle. Daily the challenge is accepted, the chairs are seized at once, the forces are ready to re¬ new the assault. Many of the players produce pocket-books or sheets of paper ruled in every conceivable way; these are the believers in systems or martin¬ gales. Others aro content to use the cards and pins supplied by the attend¬ ants; others again neither know nor care what color or number last came up, but play hap-hazard as the fancy takes them. When those who mean to play have put on their stakes, the croupier in charge of the roulette board, who has several times uttered the warning: “Messieurs, fnites vos jeux,” give the ball a spin in one direction, tho revolv¬ ing disk a twist in the other, and the battle begins in earnest. Hoarding Treasure In Indis. The Indian government official lately visited Gwalior to make arrangements for taking over a large sum of rupees which the regency is lending the govern¬ ment. Judging from the manner in which the money was handed over, the practice of burying treasure is still re¬ garded as safe and judicious in the East. The official found that treasure to the extent of over 45,000,000 sterling had been accumulated in pits and wells sunk in the floors of vaults in the palace zenana. The vaults are situated partly under ground, daylight being admitted thr0U S h °P eniB K s in the walls ' Aft f r removing the earth to the depth of six f ^el CCt ’, tho pavement WOrkme of “ large UDC flagstones. <> Vered a When theSe wore Wted they came across 8 T are P U fiUed to the brim with « litter ' Jn g silver - There x^re several such pita, 8nd two or three of them contalned ^ we ’ 8 ' °” tbe t0 P of each hea P was 8 C0 PP er P late the and fbe name of th ° officwl wh ° had buried tke tr ? aS “ m 7 he ™ du « Sh £ eHed ,nt ° Bnd sent to the Cal ' cutta mint. A Curious Remedy. A correspondent sends to London Notes and Queries the following cure for whooping-cough: Maryhill, the scene of the incident described, is a large and important suburb of Glasgow. On Thursday a traveling candy man and rag gatherer With a cart drawn by an ass, drew up in front of a row of houses known as Pirrat’s Row, a little off the highway at Maryhill, Glasgow, Two children living in this quarter are suffer¬ ing from whooping-cough. After a short conversation with the proprietor of the ass, the mothers of the two children took up a position one on each side of the animal. One woman then took one of the children and passed it below the ass to the other woman, the child’s face being towards the ground. The woman on the other side caught hold of the child and giving it a gentle somersault, handed it back to the other woman over the ass, the child’s face being turned towards the sky. The process having b§en repeated three times, the child was taken away to the house, and then, the second child was similarly treated. While this was going on two other children were brought to undergo the magical cure. In order that the opera¬ tion may have its due effect the ass must not he forgotten, and at the close of the ceremony each mother must carry her child to the head of the animal, and al¬ low it to eat something, such as bread or bisquits, out of the child’s lap, This proceeding having been performed in turn by the four mothers, the prescribed course was concluded. When it began there were not many people present, but before it was finished quite a crowd of spectators had gathered. From inquiries made yesterday morning, and again last night, it seems the mothers are thor¬ oughly satisfied that their children are the hotter for the enchantment, i ■ ......... American and English Siding. The English people are more impressed by the magnificent riding at the Wild West Show than they aro by any other feature of the exhibition. The sporting papers devote a great deal of space to a studyof the American school of eques¬ trianism. Nearly all of the professional critics agree that the American style of sitting firmly in the saddle, as if the rider .were a part of the horse, instead of rising in the English way, is greatly to be preferred. Recently an old army officer had a long card in the Times showing the superior points of the cow¬ boy stylo of riding, and calling upon the English horsemen to study that style of riding to learn grace, security, and how best to save the strength of the horse. The style of riding taught in the fashionable English riding-schools is the reverse of graceful. The stirrups of the rider are drawn up so short that the rider’s knees are brought up nearly to his face. This shortening of the stirrups curls the rider forward so, that he looks as if laboring under an exaggerated curvature of the spine. Take this ungraceful-looking position and then give the figure occupy¬ ing it, a regular jumping-jack motion, six inches up and down at every step of the horse, and you have a correct idea of the grace and poetry of motion taught in the English riding-schools. The rising in the saddle may bo easy, and may do for the parks and short country rides, but can not be compared for a moment with the Western border style of sitting firmly in the saddle holding on by the knees, so that the rider moves only as if he were a part of the horse.—[Argonaut. Protection Against Insect Bites. The London Lancet remarks: “Many people do not know how easily they can protect themselves and their children against the bites of gnats and other in¬ sects. Weak carbolic acid sponged on the skin and hair, and in some cases the clothing, will drive away the whole tribe. A great many children and not a few adults are tormented throughout the whole summer by minute enemies. We know persons who are afraid of picnics and even their own gardens on this ac¬ count. Clothing is an imperfect pro¬ tection, for we have seen a child whose foot and ankle had been stung through the stocking so seriously that for days she could not wear a leather shoe. All this can be averted according to our experience, and that we believe of many others, by carbolic acid judiciously used. The safest plan is to keep a saturated solution of the acid. The solution can not contain more than six or seven per cent., and it may be added to water until the hitter smells strong. This may readily, and with per¬ fect safety, be applied with a sponge. We have no doubt that horses and cattle could be protected in the same way from flies, which sometimes nearly madden them, and it even seems possible that terrible scourge, the African Tsetse fly, might be kept off in the same manner." SCIENTIFIC SCRAPS. A recent computation makes the veloc¬ ity of the solar system in space only about 10,000,000 miles a year. By a different method another computer has determined the rate to be about 625,000, 000 miles in a year.. Galvanoplarty is a new species of em¬ balming, by which one Kergsvatz pro¬ poses to transform our deceased friends into statues of natural size. Zinc, cop¬ per, gold or silver is to be used over a layer of plumbago for a finishing touch. An instance of the value of photo¬ graphy in detecting the relative motion of stars is given by M. do Gothard. Comparison of a recent photograph with measures recorded by Yogel in 1867-69 appears to show that cluster 4411 G. C. contains an eleventh -magnitude star which has changed its position relatively to the other stars to the extent of 2.3 seconds a year. Some time ago, electric lights were placed in front of the treasury and other public buildings in Washington, and a curious result has been an extraordinary congregation of spiders’ webs. These cunning animals have discovered that game, in the form of flies, moths and so on, is very abundant near the electric light, owing to the attraction it has for some insects; and, hence, their webs are in some parts so thick that portions of the architectural ornamentation are no longer visible. During the cutting of peat in a moss at Vcvang, near the town of Christian sund, in the northwest of Norway, the workmen recently dug out a log of oak over twelve feet in length and about four feet in diameter. It was found at a depth of nine feet. The trunk and root of a great oak tree wero unearthed in the same moss some years ago, so it is concluded that there was once an oak forest in this spot, The remains of the oak were found below a layer in the bog in which remains of firs are often found. A twenty-three foot vein of what promises to be a valuable kind of fuel has been discovered at Elsinore, Cal., and it is thought that the whole valley is underlaid with it. It is described by The News of that place as quite soft, and easily worked when in the mine, but it gets hard when exposed to the air. It resembles slate somewhat in ap¬ pearance, although of a somewhat light¬ er color. It is clean, leaves no marks or stains on the hand, does not slack or crumble in the air, can be split like mica into very thin fibres, burns freely, and needs only to be ignited with a match, smells like burning rubber when being consumed, and leaves behind a jet black ash resembling lampblack in all its properties. It is said to be worth $15 per ton for making gas. You sometimes sec shells along our shores having a hole in their side. This hole is perfectly round, and is bevelled or counter-sunk. It seems to have been made artificially, and with great care. How is it to be accounted for? Another shell, the common cockle, which is found in great numbers all along our shores, has done the mischief. It has a tongue furnished with rows of teeth, giving it a resemblance to a file. When the littlo creature is hungry, it finds another shell containing a living inhabitant. It at once fastens itself to it, and by means of its teeth-covered tongue commences boring or filing a hole, and continues at this employment until it has gotten through the shell to the living inhabi¬ tant within. This is what it was after. It has found its food, and can now at its leisure make its meal. Ambergris. Ambergris, which commands a high price for perfumery and is prized in the east in medicine and as a flavor in cook¬ ery, was once absurdly guessed to be hardened foam of the sea, or a fungoid growth in the ocean, but it is now known to be a secretion of the liver of the sper¬ maceti whale, and is evidently a product of some disease in the animal. It is a soft, fatty substance of variegated gray or blackish color, and emits an agreeable odor when rubbed or heated. It is prin¬ cipally fouud floating on the sens oi warm climates, though it is also obtained from the intestines of the whales. The largest piece known weighed 182 pounds and was bought from the king of Tydore by the Dutch East India company, piece weighing 180 pounds was found in a whale near the Windward islands, and sold for 500 pounds sterling. Knew Their Friends. A young physician who had recently hung out his sign came home one day in high spirits. “Do you know, my dear,” he said tc his wife, “I’m really becoming quit* well known here. The undertakers bon to me already.”—[French Fun. NO. 32. Keadows of Gold. Meadows of gold, Rolling and reeling a-west, Ye clasp and hold The milk of the world at your breast. Ye aro the nurses that clutch The ladies of life, and touch The lips that famish and burn In agony cruel and stern. Meadows of gold, Reaching and running away— Shod with the mold And crowned with the light of day. Ye are the chemists of earth, The wizards who waken to birth The violets blue and buttercups, too, Under the dark and the dew. Meadows of gold, Wending and wending along— Fair to behold And merry and mellow with song. Ye are the poets whose chimes Are rung by the reapers, whose rhymes Are written in windrows of grass By musical sickles that pass. Meadows of gold, Laughing and leaping afar— Fast in your fold Forever the beautiful are. Ye are the Hebes that dip. And lift from the loam to the lip The nectar, whose plethoric flood Is tinted and turned into blood. —Dr. James Newton Matthews. HUMOROUS. in high spirits—a summer thermom¬ eter. The refined lard manufacturer has a trying time of it. The quickest way to rise in the world is to go up in a balloon. There is only one season in the year for the kangaroo—spring. A girl may .be liko sugar for two rea¬ sons. She may be sweet, and she may be full of grit. The susceptible youth is like the mos¬ quito. There is little hope for him after he gets mashed. A half-grown shark is said to be good eating. The full-grown is admitted to be a good eater. A postage stamp is like a youngster. It always sticks to business after it has been thoroughly licked. “Order is heaven’s first law,” says Pope, and tho restaurant keeper thinks it ought to be the customer’s too. When does a lady treat a man like a telescope? When she draws him out, looks him through and then shuts him up. Another cure for consumption has been discovered. As the discovery was made in Vienna, the consumption meant is per¬ haps that of beer. Don’t call a very large, strong, sin¬ ewy man a prevaricator. If you are sure he is a prevaricator hire another man to break the news to him. If, through the success of the agitation for the women’s rights, women ever come to sit in the jury box, infants will probably get to bo criers iu the court. A DOMESTIC JAB. Aii angry light is glowing in her cheeks, For she’s just asked him how he likes her cake, And, for reply, in terms of praise he speaks About the kind his mother used to bake. A lady who advertised for a girl “to do light house work,” received a letter from an applicant, who said her health demanded sea air, and asked where the lighthouse was situated. A farmer says: ‘ ‘One thing I don’t like about city folks—they be either so stuck up that yer can’t reach ’em with a hay¬ stack pole, or so blamed friendly that they forget to pay their board.” “There’s some cloud resting on Squan¬ der. Every time I meet him he is gloom¬ ier than before. He must owe a lot of money.” “That isn’t what troubles him, though. It’s because he can’t owe any more.” Says a mother: “One day I found Alice, a little black-eyed beauty, sitting astride iny bedpost, gazing with delight at her image in the mirror. I asked why she looked in the glass. She frankly said: 1 ’Cause 1 like the looks of me.’ ” * ‘1 tell you, this fishing is no child’s play,” remarked Blobson, as he tipped up the bottle of bait, aud impaled abouta pint of it. “Fish have a secret or two, and don’t you forget it.” 4 ‘That may be,” responded Dumpsey, “but if I am not mistaken we shall worm it out of them.” “No, Bobby,” said his mother, “one piece of pie is quite enough for you!” “It’s funny,” responded Bobby,” with au injured air. “You say you are anx¬ ious that I should learn to eat properly, and yet you won’t give me a chance to practice.” TAKE A GOOD DEAL LESS. “Look at this watch for twenty dollars!” The placard in the window read. A tramp stared in and said: “A funny offer! Why, sakes alive. I’M look at it all day for five!"
