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About North Georgia times. (Spring Place, Ga.) 1879-1891 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 19, 1888)
NORTH GEORGIA TIMES Vol.*YH. New Series. AS Appointed. Two men went forth one summer hour, And both were young, and brave and true; Two loyal hearts, twp. brains of power, Eager tpdare and da Each followed right, each turned from wrong, ' And strove his errors to outlive; Each sought with hope and courage strong f The best life has So give. For one love’s fountain yielded up Its sweetest—royally he quailed; The other drank a brimful cup A bitter, bitter draught. 1 One touched but stones, they changed to gold; , . G Wealth came and stayed at his command; The other’s silver turned to mould And dust within his hand. The world crowned one with loaves of bay; He ate with kings, their honors shared; The other trod a barren way And few men knew or cared. And this life; to sow, one reaps; To run abreast one gains the goal; OneTaughs aloud, the other weeps In anguish of his soul. Oap seems of fete the helpless toy, Unbroken one’s triumphant chain God hath appointed one to joy, Appointed one to pain. The wisdom that doth rule the worli Is wisdom far beyond our ken; But wjien allseoins to ruin hurled, God’s hand is mighty then. In God’s appointments I believe, Trusting His love, believe in this: That though from day to day men grieve; And life’s sweet fruitage miss. * Income glad future they shall know When one through striving may not win; The Book of Life will surely show Why all these things have been* —[Youth’s Companion, JACK AND JILL. Two figures standing in the bay-win dow of a country drawing-room; aglori ou»-SimimerV sunset was gilding the topmost branches of the trees in the old garden with its last rays, and the chimes in the village church-towcr raiig out eight o’clock. Their%ound broke along sHcnca which had- reigned in the loom, and fWWtSJpffiofi, the young man, fixing his eyes on his spoke hijrridly. “f didhot know it was so late! I must be off; or 1 shall miss my train to town, and my regiment at Portsmouth, and all my chanods of getting on in the world. But,; by Heaven, I’ll do even that, if you will'only say to me ‘Stay!’ ” “But I don’t say Stay, Jack; I say Go, Go, and God bless you!” , There was a deep tenderness in her Sow voice which any man might have been: proud to hear, but, because she would pot grant him his wish, young Marriott found her harsh and cruel. “*od what’s tho good of that, if you yourself won’t bless me, Jill? What else ,in'the world do I care for but youi)— ( i> go and do duty, and your pro# yourself worthy of me!” I “%! If yciu wiil not promise me that you will bo mine?” he asked sadly. And Jill went on to answer him in her sweet¬ est firmest way. f T have told you, Jack, that, though I willpot promise now to be your wife, I will promise it to you in three years, or sooner, if you come home; and, till then, you and I arc both of us to be free. I know my own heart well enough, and 1 daresay you think you know yours, but how can you tell with whom you may fall in love while you are away? You are only one-and twenty now, and I am almost the only girl yjou have ever known. How can you fell what tho world may have to teach you and show you?” “Oh, my darling 1 No one else in it can ever be the same to me that you are!” “Wall, then, if you think so after three fears, I will be your proud wife. Surely, if we are in earnest, we can be true promise a tOj^aqh other without any formal to bind us! And, if,we cannot, then 4t will be ten times better for us , never to have been engaged. Now, good-bye, Jack,” she added, after a pause. “As you say, if you stay longer, you will really be too late. Good-bye.” “You are so calm and quiet. Ah, Jill, if you cared as much as I do I’’ And he seized her hand and covered it with kissqs. She was very calm, certainly, but for all that, ■ when m another moment ho was gone and there was no one to see her emotion, she threw herself on the sofa, murmuring between her deep sobs: “Oh! my darling, my darling! And he thinks it is because I do not love him enough; Am I right to treat him so? Is it wise?” Was she right? Was it wise ? At any rate she had sent him away from her. And as he left her that Summer’s evening, a bright, splendid, perfect knight, whom any fair lady might well to nroud of. she never saw him again. SPRING PLACE. GEORGIA, THURSDAY. JANUARY 19, 1888. ' And yet it was because he was so splen¬ did that she had refused his pleadings. Jack was the only child of the squire of the parish, General Marriott; nnd Jane Armstrong, Once named Jill by Jack and afterward universally called so, was the eldest daughter of the rector. The rectory garden was bounded on two sides by the woods around the hall, and, from their childhood, Jack and Jill had been accustomed to play together dur¬ ing the holidays like brother and sister. When she was seventeen and he nine tqpn, he passed with credit into the en¬ gineers, and went up to Chatham to study, and when he came back from his first term there, the old relationship be¬ tween the two Was at an end, a change in it being unavoidable, if sad. Jill was shy and Jack officiously polite; wearing his best clothes when he was likely to meet her, bringing her flowers from his father's conservatory and grapes from his vinery; and, in fact, making hot love to her, which state of things con¬ tinued until the occurrence of the scene described above. General Marriott saw it all plainly enough, but being fond of Jill, ho was well pleased at the prospect of having her for hia future daughter-in-law. It was Jill, only Jill, who saw any hazard in the engagement, although it seemed to her that her whole happiness depend¬ ed upon it. It was for that very reason she wished to win, not the rash, im¬ petuous, boyish love Jack could give her at present, but the love of his future manhood, of his life. She was so well aware of all tlio advantageshe possessed; his social position which would intro¬ duce him into the best society; his physical beauty, his winning grace, his ready wit, which would insure him friends and admirers wheresoever ho be; was H likely that he would «W*jemam ^S luh girlwUhnoespecal true to the gift,? everyday Yes, * WaS hkely> JlU thoUght bccause ? 0 kn*w ** was something no ^ cer ^ alD of * ov his l 10 character, was > triecL Let h,ra bo trled > and thcn if ho l’ rovcd faithful, lie should bo rewarded a love as dce P as the fathomless sea, as strong as the elements themselves, and tsithfui unto death, Little did Jaclc know as he left tho roctor y gates, that 8Uch a S lft was his already, whether hc ever camo back wortb ? to claim it or not. And so two years passed away while Jack was in India. They did not write to each other except on birthdays and special occasions, bocauso Jill had for¬ bidden correspondence as likely to mako him feci less free. From General Mar¬ riott, she heard of him every other week, aud he seemed to bo well and popular aud happy. Of a young curate, who camo t6 tho parish, and after doing his utmost to win Jill’s love, left the place in anger and despair, it is needless to write here: his pride was, after all, more wounded by the utter coldness of her manner than his heart smitten by it. At the end of two years the old gen¬ era!, who had been a long while a widower, died, and Jill learned no more now of Jack’s welfare, for the hall was entirely closed. At that time, too, tho second Afghan war broke out, and his regiment was sent to the front. Those were anxious days for her, when she daily waited at tho rectory gate to meet the old postman who brought the morning paper, and with trembling hands would opeu it to see if any battle had been fought and what names among the killed or wounded or sick. At last one evening her brother came back from a neighboring towa with the news of the defeat of Maiwand; he knew no particulars, and Jill had to wait till the next day in sickening anxiety. She spent the night sleeplossly, but not tear¬ fully, for, if her darling died a soldier’s dentjh, why sho, a solclier’s ,sweetheart, must be brave, too—if only she could be sure she was his sweetheart still! Surely the war was a special occasion which would havo warranted his writing to her. Yet never a lino from him had come. The next morning, when the,'postman put the paper in her hand, she loaned against an old < h :stnut tree in the gar¬ den and opened it and read—first, the names of those killed in battle. Thank God, thank God, he was not amdlig them! Then, the seriously wounded. Ah! there it was, one of the vory first— Lieutenant John Marriott, of the Royal Engineers! He was suffering agonies in a camp hospital—perhaps dying, or per¬ haps dead 1 Oh! why had she not gone out at the beginning of the war, with other ladies as a nurse? Then she might have been with him now, to win him back to life again with her care and tenderness, or to comfort him until the end. Wish was vain as it was earnestl for she was in her far away English home and must hurry into the schoolroom.! superintend the lessons of her young m ter, and into the garden to see abes having tho Autumn fruits pickod jam-making; and to a dozon other si ii duties, which mako up the sum total of a woman’s daily life. Two d,qys afterward there camo great comfort for her in an Indian letter frr Jack, written some weeks before thb Maiwand disaster, and brimful of good spirits and hope, and these words were at tho end of it; “If I get through this campaign all right and come homo again safe and sound, will my time of probation be over then ? Tell me, my darling, for indeed, indeed, I am getting weary of it !” A Aye, the time of probation was over, but would he ever kuow it? After that, Jill heard nothing of him for over six months, and, although she had not seen any mention of his death in the papers, hope, growing loss and less, had almost left her. In spite of her good courage, it was with a white face and a weary step that she wont about her duties; she, who was wont to be so cheerful in tho dAys gone by, that she had been called by the family, “Sun¬ shine.” , it She had now a strango fancy for sit¬ ting, toward sunset, alone, in the bay window, where she had last parted from her lover, and one evening—it was Sunday—having excused herself from going with the rest to church on the plea of fatigue, she lay thero in a rock ing chair, dreaming sweet of that bright, manly young face which, had looked so cntreatingly into hers, and seeming to hear again his reproach ful cry: “Ah, Jill, if you much as I do!” A day-dream, and yet a reality, as she raised her eyes. Jack, or claa* ghost, was standing beside hot! 1 But it was no ghost who flung his round her neck, and a s ain: jA m k “My darling 1 jfiJXAmftrcasurel” “OhJ . would never come!” “So did I,” he said, Solemnly. “But look at me, my dear one; I am not tho same. I--” Then she saw that the right sleeve of his coat was hanging empty at his side. “No, Jack, your are not tho same,” she said, catching up her breath, “for you aro mine now, whatever is in store for either of us. Only forgive mo for not having trusted you sooner.” “Yet that was well, my love, bccauso, you see, if wo had been promised to each other and I had come back to you like this, why you would have felt obliged to have me, and—perhaps— perhaps—” “I should never,havo been so worth¬ less as that, I hope; but doing without you has taught me to value you now, and if the lines have boon hard—” She was crying on his poor wounded shoulder. “Please God, the hard linos arc over for us both; for me They arc, at any rate,” ho whispered, looking down at her fondly and proudly, “for the angols aro not all in heaven yet.” The Discontented Bivalve. There was once an oyster which lay peac cfully in its bed at the bottom of an ocean. “Alas!” it sighed, “Why am I doomed to such a dull, unbearable ex¬ istence? Here I am, with no opportu¬ nity to taste the joys of life and go out into the world to see for myself and penetrate its jnysteries.” “You don’t know what you are talk¬ ing about,” replied its next door neigh¬ bor. “Your life is a most enviable one, free as it is from all danger and respon¬ sibility." “Don’t bo a clam,” snapped out the discontented one. “I long to travel. I Jiave some ambition to rise in the world.” Just then an oyster boat camo along and gave the complaining bivalve a lift. “Ah,” it mummied, “fortune favors me at last." A few days afterward the oyster was drifting aimlessly about in a restaurant stew. “Oh, why did I wish to leave my home under the water,” ho sobbed, as he skipped out of the way of the spoon of the customer, who had paid twenty five cents for him. “I thought I was lonely there, but I did not know what solitude was until I came here. I never before appreciated its horrors till now. There is a remedy in suicide, and I embrace it gladly.” Saying this, he climbed up on the side of the dish, where the customer could see him, and was devoured. Another Indian outbreak is reported in Arizona; it is whooping cough this time. A NOTED DUELIST. A Prominent Kentuckian Who Killed Many Antagonists. An Extraordinary Career Which Ended In Suicide. Mrs. Clement C. Clay, widow of tho noted Alabama senator captured with Jeff Davis, was concerned with the most famous duelist the sqpth ever pro¬ duced in the person of Alexander Mc¬ Clellan, He was a native of • Kentucky Who for many years was prominent in polities and society. Ho was an ex¬ quisite in dress and manners, a brilliant speaker and a writer of tremendous pow¬ er, possessing the keenest wit and sar¬ casm. His attacks on the Van Burou Administration gave him a national ce¬ lebrity. He killed a great many men during his career. As an instance of liis dead liness, for he always killed the man he fought, may be mentioned his duel with Gen. Allen of Mississippi. Ho had heard that Allen made somo slighting remark about him. After Allen had accepted his challenge McClellan de¬ clared ho would shoot out the tongue that made the remark. The duel was fought at forty paces with rifles, nnd ho literally cut Allen’s tongue out as ho threatened. One instance exhibits his courage, • c day ho rode up to an inn in a littlo ? ossissippi town. While he was dis mounting a notorious bully and desper a do of that country, who had killed many mon and wa3 the terror of the was inside with his revolver |«Cked SattSQrde — - anr) a watch in his hand. He tho room cleared in five jjjnutos, liiinigh nrfd every man had gone, al all were fighting men. When M cClellan entered the bully faced him with a big oath, informed him of facts, and that there were only minutes left before he should kill moving a musclo or drawin weapon, produced his watch, glanced at it, and said: “My name is Alexander McClellan. I givo you ten seconds to get out of hero or you are a dead man.” The fellow yelled out: “By thunder, Colonel, one-lialf of that time will do!" and he was out in two seconds. Later on in his career he was haunted by remorse. Man killing had left its pains. His light was never out in his room at flight, and men said he slept not. When the Mexican war broke out he told the Rev. Peter Donan, father of the now only Col. Pat, that he was weary with life; that ho had never found any one who could kill him, and ho was going to battle to seok death on the field, as he did not want to commit suicide. He entered the service as a volunteer, and from the first placed Jiimself in tho front point of danger, commanding at tention for his absolute bravery. Ho was promoted again and again until he reached tho head of a regiment, when he was shot through the body. Then he returned home, saying ho couldn’t be killed, and hazarded his fate in sev¬ eral duels thereafter. Ho grew more and more eccentric, and thought his opponents abused his confidence by not killing him. Then he met Mrs. Clay, a beautiful girl of her time. She describes him as the most fascinat¬ ing man to women she ever met, possess¬ ing that serpentine power over women which historians and romancers attribute to Aaron Burr—the same power that Mattie Ould of Virginia had over men. McClellan proposed marriage to Mrs. Clay, but her friends objected on ac¬ count of his excessive duelling propensi¬ ties and the fear that she would be unhappy with him. She asked him to wait six month* before replying, and during the interval did not daro to meat him, on account of his power oyer her. In tho meanwhile sho met Clement C. Clay, and was satisfied that ho was her destiny. Shortly after the engagement was announced she got a note from Mc¬ Clellan, asking for an interview. Being afraid of his spoil, and that he might kill her, she declined. It was only a few days later when McClellan rode into the then littlo pine town of Columbus, Miss. He wafi shown to a room at an in.the floor of which was irregular, liko those of all such places. He poured water on the floor and observed which way tho incline ran. Then dressing himself with the greatest care and exquisite neatness, lie lay down with his head inclined with the floor. He placed ono hand across his breast, and with the other the muzzle of his fa¬ vorite duelling pistol at the base of the brain, where death is instantaneous. He was found there dead, without a stain of blood on his scrupulously clean, perfectly arrayed person, having real¬ ized his superstition at last—that find¬ ing no one else who could kill him, he became a felo de se.--[Town Topics. Origin oi Chinese Laundries. “How did the Chinaman lcara to wash and iron our clothes so well?” said a gentleman who had passed most of his life in China. “Well, not in his native land, certainly, though he may have ob¬ tained the rudiments of tho art there by hearing the Europeans swear at him when he brought homo their washing with the bosom of their shirts looking like damp white dishcloths, and their collars having tho consistency of rib¬ bons. He understood then what tho outer barbarian, including the ‘Mclican man,’ wanted. But it was only when ho actually came face to free with the fair artist from Hibernia and her colored sis¬ ter that he could with his own hands do it. The Argonauts of ’40 first gave him the opportunity to practice refined wash¬ ing on a large scale, for there wero few women—in California in those days. They wero obliged, therefore, to send their Sunday underclothes to China, and did not, as Napoleon recommended, ‘wash their dirty linen at home.’ Tho garments wero at hand again on Satur¬ day—not the Saturday following their efeparture, but some Saturday about four months later. “The work was not of a very superior order, but it was a miracle of elegance in the eyes of tho miners, and the ‘Ce¬ lestial was tempted to come over tho Pacific,’ and once here soon learned how the washerwoman of the time did her work, and improved vory largely on her plan; and it is to be fcarod that tfie Chinaman has left his toacher behind him,"—[San Francisco Examiner. A Sickening Bull Fight. A fearful spectacle was witnessed at Dax on the Adour, France, a few weeks ago. A band of Spanish bull fighters Jiqd iutroducod a powerful matador, black steer upOnwhfroJoselto, tho aimed a blow, but missed, and he was run down by tho brute. A cry of terror arose. But Joselto was up again and seemed unhurt. He now succeeded in stabbing tho bull at tho chest, but the animal stood its ground. A second and third thrust had no better effect, al¬ though tho man succeeded in pushing his weapon to the hilt into the animal, from which tho blood ran in torrents. That was too much for the spectators. They began crying with pain, howling with disgust, and prepared to finish tho cruel Spaniard. Soveral times ho still succeeded in piercing the steer with his sword, but could not stop the animal from constantly charging against his enemies. Now glasses and bottles and chairs wero hurled by tho specta¬ tors upon tho Spaniard, who ran away, handing his sword to another man, who, also pierced the bull again and again without finishing him. Several men then attacked tho beast with swords and lances, and flually brought it down. But the spectacle had been too much for the auditory. There arose a fearful cry of vengeance upon the Spaniards, and tho high and strong inclosure was being attacked. The Spaniards, however, were fortunate enough. to make their escape before the lynching parties could lay hold of them—[Chicago News. Homes of the Native Alaskans. The Alaskan natives live in very pe¬ culiarly constructed houses. Tho struct¬ ures are of half-hewn logs, one story high, with only one door. The interior of the house is divided off into small compartments, not larger than the state¬ rooms on an ocean steamer, and in each of these little rooms sleep an entire family. The floor of tho dwelling is of beaten elaj, and is depressed several inches below the surface of tho sur¬ rounding land. In the center of the floor is a fireplace of rough Stones, on which the cooking for the entire house¬ hold, numbering at times as high as seventy-five persons, is done. The smoko escapes through a hole in the roof.---[Brook!yn Eagle. Distilling Wood. The.industry of distilling wood Is carried on to a considerable extent in Delaware county. The logs are roasted in large iron retorts, the vapors arising from combustion being carried to an ordinary stiil worm and condensed. By means of the process the wool, besides producing a fine quality of charcoal, yields ter, naphtha, alcohol and acetic vapors,' which are mixed with lime to form the acetate of the lime used in cloth printing.—[New York World. Very few persons can hold their own on their first sea voyage. NO. 50. The Bain. The rain I the rain! the rain! It gushed from the skies and streamed Like awful tears, and the sick man thought How pitiful it seemed; Aud he turned his face away And stared at the wall aj^tim His hopes nigh dead and heart worn out, Oh, the rain! the rain! the rain! The rain! the rain! the rain! And the broad stream brimmed the shores, And ever the river crept over the reeds And the roots of the sycamores; A corpse swirled by in the drift Where the boat had snapt its chain— And a hoarse-voiced mother shrieked and raved Oh, the rain! the rain! the rain! The rain! the rain! the rain! Pouring, with never a pause, Over the fields and the green by ways How beautiful it was! And the new-made man and wife Stood at the window-pane Like two glad children kept from school, Oh, the rain! the rain! the rain! [James Whitcomb Riley. HUMOROUS. / Life is not all sunshine for tho tramp. There is a good deal of dish-water thrown in. A woman’s scorn is not to be trifled with. Especially when you step on it in a crowd. The pen is mightier than the sword, but an argument from cithor is likely to be very pointed. Robinson—Hello, Jonos! Been away shooting for a couple of weeks, haven’t you? . Jones— -Yes. Robinson--Well, what did you bag? Jones—ray trous era. Henri—Julos and Alphonse quarreled and fought a duel yesterday, but for¬ tunately noithcr was injured. Maximo —What was there between them? Henri —fifty paces. Caller (to Mrs. Hendricks)—Your daughter’s husband is an A. M., is ho not, Mrs. Hendricks? Mrs. Hendricks (a,trifle sourly)—Y r es, he is about 2 o’clock A. M. pericnced by a drunken man when lying flat on his back and clutching the side¬ walk for fear he'd fall off. An eggshell is said to be strong enough to support a man’s weight, but the man who puts half a dozen in his coat tail pocket and steps on a banana peel cannot be made to believe it. Nervous lady passenger (in the train, aftor passing a temporary bridge)— Thank goodnoss, we aro now on terra firms! Facetious gentleman—Yos, ma’am—less terror and more firmer. ! An exchange says: “A potato that weighed eleven pounds was raised by a man in Lawrence county, Ark.” The Arkansas men must be “powerful weak" if this is considered a remarkable feat of strength. Tho best explanation of the phrase “between the two horns of a dilemma”, is a boy on top of an orchard wall, with a dog impatiently waiting for him on one side and the owner of the promises, with a cowhide, on the other. “What did you marry my son fori" fiercely demanded an old gentleman of a clergyman who had just united his runaway scapegraco in the holy bonds, “Two dollars, sir,” meekly replied the dominie, “to be charged to you.” The Hurricane Geyser. The most wonderful of all the wonders at the Norris Basin, Yellow Stone Park, is known as the Hurricane Geyser. It is a recent outbreak, scarcely a year old. The crater is about twenty by thirty feet, and is inclosed in a solid wail of rock, about ten feet [in depth, to the surface of the water, and no ono can tell how far below this rocky inclosure ex¬ tends. Several day3 ago we could sit on tho north end of this rock rib and watch the torrid waves rush down the inclosure, striko the wall beneath our feet and sink into the earth, to reappear at the upper end with undiminished force. Now{ eight days later we find that the boiling flood shoots out oyer the wall where we formerly sat. The Hurricape presents the appearance of a revolving liquid globe. There is a huge bowlder in the center of the quad¬ rangular crater, over which the water dashes with such force as to givo it the appearance of an immense wheel in per¬ petual motion. The intense heat may be realized, in a measure, when it is stated that the rocks ten feet from the edge are so hot that the naked hand can only be held on them for an instant. The water is turbid and bears evidence of the fact that the subterranean cham¬ bers are being enlarged. They are evi¬ dently absorbing the material that has been discharged at other geysers. — [Pioneer-Preso. - '
