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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. - '
