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7 Life.
Dining and deeping,
Laughing and weeping,
ighing for some new toy;
.Loving and hating,
Wooing and mating,
Chasing the phantom, Joy.
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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
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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,
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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!"
