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ORTH GEORGIA TIMES
. VIII. New Series.
■fTtcr I lie Day—Night.
djA^^Pked ^Eprn early at ray door;
he came to find me,
iPPI^vct Hrhau.: me cross thy floor,
shall ever bind me.”
-IIIbB ^Li d away my heart;
s e 'hat he should find me!
■Radiance j^PWell thou playest thy part,
thy chain would bind me,’'
^Blhou ^Ee past; wilt he sought my door.
thou still may’st bind me,
Bma I will yet cross thy floor;
* Here again you never find me.”
But I madly choose my part;
What cared I to stay and find him
Love should never win my heart;
Wherefore should I pause to bind hits
Night is here; nnd at my door
Vainly now X seek to find him;
Could he only cross my floor,
I would give all else to bind him.
But again without my door
I shall never waiting find him;
He will never cross my floor,—
No one thrice has power to bind him.
—[From Temple Bar for December.
SILAS WEST’S SECRET.
BT WALLACE P. REED.
It was nine o’clock in the morning,
and the yards and offices surrounding
the Morley mills presented a spectacle
of almost turbulent activity.
A thousand operatives were at work
inside the mills, and outside an orderly
mob of clerks, truckmen and laborers
surged to and fro busily engaged in
their various tasks.
The private office of Mr. John Morley,
the millionaire owner of this vast estab¬
lishment, was unoccupied. It was too
early for Mr. Morley to make his ap¬
pearance, but the janitor had carefully
dusted the handsome desks and chairs,
aud arranged cvcrthing ia perfect order.
From time to time a clerk or an
errand boy entered the office and de¬
posited a letter or a parcel on the great
man’s desk, and then retired with busi¬
ness-like celerity.
Taking advantage of a moment when
the office was deserted, a swarthy little
man with restless black eyes and a
stern, strongly marked face, slipped
into tiie room. - - - - -
The visitor was Silas AVest, one of tho
operatives, but his movements would
have made it apparent, if there had
been any one to watch him, that he was
not in search of his employer.
“Alin!" chuckled Silas, “I am just in
time, and I had better not tarry."
He drew irom his pocket a small
square parcel wrapped in white paper
and laid it on the desk by the ink¬
stand.
Tho parcel was addressed to “John
Morley, Esq.,” and was marked “Per¬
sonal.”
Silas AVest quietly left the place, and
after a, furtive glance around to assure
himself that he was not observed, he
took a quick turn down a narrow street
where there was not a living thing iu
sight.
“Old Morley didn’t know that he had
an anarchist among his men,” he mut¬
tered. “AVcll, he will never know it
now. There is enough dynamite in
that thing to kill a dozen men!”
A troubled look came over his face as
he talked to himself.
“It is a bad thing to do,” he said;
“but, curse him, why did he suspend
me? An honest workman has a right to
take his little spree now and then with¬
out having the bread taken out of his
mouth. Morley treated mo like a dog,
and he deserves what he is going to
get.”
The man walked along with his head
dowD, evidently struggling with un¬
pleasant thoughts.
“Confound it!” he broke out, “lam
forgetting the sublime principles of my
creed. It has beeu held by wise and
good men that it is right to assassinate
£ tyrant. These bloated capitalists are
^^hu 'Vi.vBtjis same box. AVhenevcr one is
wealth goes into different
u.li-tributed. It we can’t lisve
Hun we can at least kill oil the
■> big fortunes, anil their money
SeUH^B Bfcrlcy's 9Ciltt ered by their numerous
death will be a benefit
s AVest did not linger any
b neighborhood of the mills.
It the expected explosion
L at any moment, but a ner
look possession of him, and
II with a desire to reach his
[shut himself up.
1” exclaimed Mrs. AVest
led the door.
■s it? I can’t under
Ed her husband, turning
^K'xon ^R-ood her.
to lie true,” re
®lf laughing and half
^Lonhl have thought
your Mr. Morley
liUSs to think of ust”
SPRING PLACE. GEORGIA, THURSDAY. FEBRUARY 16, 1888.
“Woman! What do you mean!”
“Oh, Silas, how can you look so? Mr.
Morley is our friend, lie sent his secre
tary here this morning to request you to
return to work, and, Silas, he says that
if you will let liquor alone he will pro¬
mote you, and that this suspension was
only for your own good. It Was to give
you time to think. Now, my dear, don't
you agree with me that Mr. Morley is a
good man, and won’t you promiso to
turn over a new leaf, and quit that sc
cret society which takes up so much of
your time?—for l am sure that half of
your trouble comes from going with
tliose strange, repulsive looking men.”
Silas West had turned as white as a
sheet, and he raised his hand to his
head with a groan.
“Husband, are you sick?”
“Where is little Mary?” he asked
with a vacant stare.
“Oh, yes; I’ll tell you about that,
too,” said Mrs. West. “Mary, dear lit¬
tle thing, was so delighted over the
news that she couldn’t rest until she
fixed up a pretty bouquet to place on
Mr. Morley’s desk so that he would find
it when he came down.”
“My God!” screamed Silas. “Do you
■ mean that—”
“Yes; she went to the mills half an
hour ago, aud will be bore in a few
minutes.”
AVith a wild shriek of more than mor¬
tal agony, Silas AVest staggerod for¬
ward and fell senseless to the floor, just
as tho muffled sound of an explosion a
mile away rattled the windows of the
cottage.
It was a long time before Silas AYcst
recovered from his attack of brain fever,
and when at last he was strong enough
in mind and body to listen to the sor¬
row-stricken woman by his bedside, he
silently prayed for death.
“ It was so horrible, Silas,” said his
weeping wife, ‘to have our little
gqlden-liaircd darling killed iu that
manner. Sho was mangled boyond
recognition, and the horror of it nearly
killed me. But, Silas, there was one
bright gleam in the midst of all ou>
trouble. Mr. Morley aud liis wife came
here. They had the fuueral arrange¬
ments made, and during all tho weeks
that you havo been ill Mr. Morley has
footed all the bills aud saved us from
starvation. AVe owe him a debt of
gratitudo that we can never repay.”
Sho paused iu her talk. Her husband
had fainted.
The tragedy caused by the explosion
of the dynamite bomb in Mr. Morley’s
office had been driven out of the public
mind by other matters of sensationa
interest before Silas AVest was able to
return to his work. Some of his fellow
operatives told the wretched father that
the affair was supposed to be the work
of the anarchists, hut that no clew had
ever been obtained. It was believed
that the little girl had waited in the
office for Mr. Morley, and the queer
looking package had attracted her at¬
tention. She had probably handled it,
and an unfortunate touch had caused it
to explode.
Mr. Morley told his wife that Silas
AVest was the most tender-hearted man
he had ever known. Ho went back to
work a changed man. Ilis face wore a
look of hopeless sorrow, but lie seemed
to be entirely devoted to threo things—
his wife, his work, and Air. Morley.
“No,” said Mr. Morley one day; “I
am not afraid of anarchists in my mills.
I treat my workmen like men, aud they
appreciate it. But if there is any danger
that man, Silas AVest, will warn me ia
time. For some reason he has an intense
hatred of anything like anarchy. If you
mention the name of an anarchist iu his
hearing ho turns white and red and grits
his teeth. I tell you, AVest has a heart
of gold! There will be no anarchists
around ns long as he stays with me. ”
The patient, pale-faced worker in the
Morley mills will doubtless go to his
grave aud make no sign. Ilis wife won¬
ders somelimcs at his tenderness, and
his employer thinks him a little cranky
in his rigid sense of duty.
Silas AVest alone knows the cause of
his regeneration and reformation, and
his secret has made him a feeble old
man, although ho is still in his thirties.
—[Atlanta Constitution.
Thickness of Clouds.
Capt. II. Toynbee, of the London
Meteorological Society, has arrived at
thc conclusion that clouds of less than
2000 feet in thickness are seldom ac
compamcd . , by , ram; . and , if they , are xt . is .
very gentle, consisting of minute drops.
AVitli a thickness of between 2,000
and 4,000 feet the size of the drops is
moderate. AVith increasing thickness and
comes increasing size of the drops,
at the same time their temperature be¬
comes lower, until, when the thickness
is greater than 0,000 feet, hail is pro¬
duced.
READY-MADE SPEECH
-
]yj ar k Twain’s Recipe For an
Impromptu Address.
Ready for Any Occasion by the
Change of a Few Words.
Mark Twain, who was one of the
speakers at the recent celebration of
Forefather’s I)ay in Boston, included the
following in iris speech, which was re
ceived as all his speeches are, quite en
thusiastically:
A man ought always to come prqjl
pared to speak whether he is likely to
he called on or not. My scheme is this
—that he shall carry iu his head a speech
that will fit any conceivable occasion in
this life. He could fit it to a dot. I
have built a speech of that kind, and I
brought it along to exhibit it here as a
j sample of what can bo done. Suppose
I a man that has got a speech of this
kiud is called upon to deliver a funeral
oration, or talk at a granger gathering,
ora wedding breakfast, ora theological
disturbance, or a political blowout, or
anywhere you choose to mention, Al!
that lie lias got to do is to change three
or four words iu that speech, and make
his delivery chipper or solemn, or just
what the occasion calls for, and turn
himself loose, and then ho is all right.
I will illustrato. Bnt I will deliver
eight or niuo lines, just enough for you
to see the possibilities that lie iu that
speech. Now for tho speech to the
granger. Ho gets up with some hesi¬
tancy and repetition, so as to give the
speech a right impromptu air. If ho has
delivered it a lot of times, ho can ven
ture outside and make somo impromptu
remarks. If there ‘is a distinguished
man present, ho can speak of his talent
or his clothes. Such a thing as this
gives it a sort of newness. He then
wants to leave his audience to wonder
nt his readiness, just as they were get¬
ting ready to pity him. Ho wants to
fire tho farmer with his words from his
mansard down to his cellar. Then he
goes on:
l am called up sudden and am, indeed, net
prepared to make a speech. I was not ex¬
pecting to be called up sir, but I will, with
what effect l may, add my shout to the ju¬
bilation—to this spirited star occasion. Ag¬
riculture, sir, is, after all, the palladium of
our American liberties. By it wa may be
said to live aud move and have our being.
All that we have, all that we are, all that
we hope to be, is, must be, and
must continue to be, providentially,
by the mighty industry of man
through this glorious agriculture. While wo
have life, while we have souls, and iu those
souls sweet and holy sentiments, agriculture
will bo that boon by which we thrive and
aspire, and with it is born far reaching grace
and duty and purity and loveliness. But tho
least of us know, hut the least of us feel, that
we are as—but the time is late aud l will not
. »
Suppose it is not a granger gathering,
but a wedding breakfast. That speech
has got to he delivered iu an airy and
gay fashion. But it must terminate
gravely. He says:
“X am called up suddenly, sir, and am, in¬
deed, not prepared to mako a speech. I w as
not expecting to be called up, bu11 will, with
what effect I may, add my shout to this spir,
ited star occasion. Matrimony is, aftor all
tbo palladium of our domestic liberties; £ By
it we may bo said to live, to move and to ac¬
quire our debts. AH that we have been, all
that wo are, all that we hopo to be, is, must
be, and must continue to be, providentially
moved by that great and glorious mat¬
rimony. While we have life, while wo
have souls, lot us with generous accord at¬
tune our souls to songs of praise for that
most precious boon whereby we numerically
thrive, whereby our otherwise worldly exist¬
ence is made grand, ami we aspire to em¬
brace grace and duty and purity and loveli¬
ness. But the least of us know, the least of
us feol, anil doubtless many of us will con¬
fess—but the hour is late, mid I will not—"
But suppose tho occasion—-I just want
to show you that it will cover the whole
1 ground—suppose this occasion is an in¬
quest. At the funeral of a person you
want to be as melancholy as you can, hut
in .the case of an inquest you simply
want to be impressive and awful. Say
this inquest was on a second cousin,
a wealthy second couiin, who has re¬
membered you in his will. Perhaps ho
has left you a horse or pair of horses,
not the finest Morgan stock, but horses
that can go in three minutes. He is a
second cousin and he has lost his life
trying to save somebody from
drowning. Say it is a mind
v cure physician he was • trying to save
from drowning but didn't succeed, but
Bh(j did uot want him t0 8UCCeed ou thc
old plan. FT a would have ’to havo a
great deal of experience and a diploma
or lie could not save anybody from
drowning with the mind cure. I just
want to make this explauatiou to show
you that the speech is all I claim for it.
AVhy, his reputation would go every¬
where, He could go to any intellectual
\
gathering in the United States, Boston
included [laughter], and lie would
draw like a prize fight. This man gets
up with graded emotion aud he says:
“I tin called up suddenly, sir, aud am in¬
deed rot prepared to speak. I was not ex¬
pecting to be called up, hut l will, with what
effect J may, add my voice to the lamenta¬
tions of this spirit-crushing occasion. Death,
death, sir, is after all the palladium of our
spiritual principles. By it we may be said to
live and move and have our ending. All tha*
we have, all that wo are, all that we
hope to be, was, is, and must
continue to be. While we have
life, while we have souls, lot us with gener¬
ous accord attune our hearts to songs of
praise for that most patent boon by which
our otherwise sterile existence is turned with
the far-reaching grace, and piety and purity
and loveliness, the least of us knows, the
least of- us feels, and the humblest among us
will confess we are, we are, we are—the hour
is later-.”
The ('arc of the Ears.
Never put anything into the ear for
the relief of toothache.
Never w|ar cotton in the ears if they
are discharging pus.
Never attempt to apply a poultice to
the inside of the canal of the ear.
Never drop anything into the ear
unless it has been previously warmed.
Never use anything but a syringe and
warm water for clearing tho ears from
pus.
Never strike or box a child’s ears;
this has been known to rupture the
drum and cause incurable deafness.
Ncver wet tho hair if you have any
tendency to deafness; wear an oiled-silk
cap when bathing, aud refrain from
diving.
Never scratch the ears with anything
but the finger if they itch. Do not use
the head of a pin, hairpins, pencil-tips
or anything of that nature.
Never lot tho feet become cold and
damp, or sit. with the back toward n
wi^How, as these things tend to aggra¬
vate any existing hardness of hearing,
’ever put milk, fat or any oily aub
stalce into tho ear for the relief of pain,
iufijfe for jtjiey soon bccomo rancid aud tend to
inflammation. Simple warm water
will answer the purpose better than auy
tbi’u; else.
j^C'Ver Tje'alarmed if a living insect
enters tho ear. Pouring warm water
into the canal will drown it, when it
will generally come to tho surface and
can he easily removed by tho fingers. A
few puffs of smoke blown into the ear
will stupefy tho insect.
Never meddle with the ear if a foreign
body, such as a head, button, or seed
enters it; leave it absolutely alone, but
havo a physiciuu attend to it. More
damage lias been done by injudicious
attempts at tho extraction of a foreign
body than could over come from its
presence in the ear.--[Health and Home.
Opium Suicides in China.
A Catholic paper published in China
prints a statement of a startling descrip¬
tion with respect to opium poisoning.
Opium is tho general medium for sui¬
cide in China, and the remedy which is
recommended, namely, to make tho
would-be suicide swallow the blood of a
live duck as an emetic, may bo passed
by with a smile—although, should it
act as an emetic, it may perhaps be as
useful ns any other. Tho statement
that follows, however, is more worthy
of attention, for tho native paper says
that there is reason to doubt if the sup¬
posed successful suicides actually die at
all, as the official exhumation of many
bodies shows that after the fumes have
evaporated the dead persons have strug¬
gled violently to free themselves. There
are in this and other countries many
well-attested instances of persons hav¬
ing been buried alive,’ and it is gener¬
ally supposed that they have been the
victims of a sort of trance,
closely simulating death. Nat¬
urally in a country like China,
where medical science does not exist,
and where burials take place a very
few hours after death, tho proportion of
mistakes will ho vastly larger than with
us and the heavy torpor induce l by a
large dose of opium would frequently
be mistaken for death. It would, how¬
ever he interesting to know whether
there are any facts to support the Chi¬
nese view that, at least, a considerable
number of persons buried as dead, after
taking opium, recover when the poison
has to some exte ,t. evaporated. --[Lon¬
don Standard.
One Way to Get More Pudding.
After the mid-day meal was over little
Ethel was observed with her head hung
down and her hands clasped, motionless
in her place.
“AVhy, Ethel,” said her mother,
“don’t you know dinner’s over now?”
“Don’t talk, ma,’’ said Ethel, “I’m
a prayin’ to’God for more puddin’.”
She got it.
PEARLS OF THOUGHT.
Life is a short day, but it is a working
day.
Though many guests be absent, it is
the cheerful man we miss.
Give because you love to give—as the
flower pours forth its perfume.
A child who sees deceit around it will
rarely make an honorable man.
Where there is room iu the heart
there is always room iu the house.
Fame comes only when deserved, and
then it is inevitable as destiny.
Good intentions will not help a man
on his way if he takes the wrong road.
All the events of our life aro mate¬
rials out of which we may make what
we will.
Grand temples aro made of small
stones, and great lives aro made tip of
small events.
Modesty and the dew love the shade.
Each shine in the open day only to be
exhaled to heaven.
Talents are best matured in solitude;
character is best formed in the stormy
billows of the world.
Even reckoning makes lasting friends,
aud the way to make reckonings even i?
to make them often.
Costly followers are not to bo liked;
lest while a man makes his train longer,
ho makes his wings shorter.
A diamond with a flaw is better than
a pebble without. But the flaw adds
nothing to the value of the diamond.
Though reading and conversation may
furnish us with many ideas of men and
things, yet it is our own meditation
must form our judgment.
Belief is an edifice never completed,
because we do not comprehend its plan,
and every day somo workman briugs a
new stone from the quarry.
With books, as with companions, it is
of more cousequence to know which to
avoid than which to choose; for good
books aro as scarce as good companions.
It is beneath the dignity of a soul that
has hut a graiu of sense, to mako
chance, aud winds, and waves,
the arbitrary disposers of his happi¬
ness.
Grief or misfortune seems to bo in¬
dispensable to the development of intel¬
ligence, energy and virtue. The proofs
to which the people are submitted, as
with individuals, are necessary to draw
them from their lethargy and disclose
their character.
The three lessons that all are the bet¬
ter for knowing; That cheerfulness can
cliaugo misfortune into love and friends;
that, in ordering one’s self aright, ono
helps others to do the same; and that
tho power of finding beauty in the hum¬
blest things makes home happy and life
lovely. •
Nature’s Oil Press,
According to Professor L. Lesky, the
buried bed of vegetation which has be¬
come what is now known and used as
the Pittsburg coal bed, twelve feet thick,
must have originally beeu a3 many as
150 feet in depth, it having been com¬
pressed to its present size, as the coal
bed, by the action of heat and the pres¬
sure of the strata, or layers of sand
which were deposited upon it at different
times after it was covered with water.
As this coal bed is far above the oil
of veg¬
etation which it now represents furished
the oil and gas now being found, but
that they havo been formed from other
beds, buried below the oil sands,
and which may havo been
of even greater deptli or thickness than
this ono; pressed down by the tremen¬
dous weight of the hundreds and thou¬
sands of feet of sand, gravel, etc.,
which now form the rock strata above
them, and heated from below by the
internal heat of tho earth to a very
high degree these beds of vegetation
would as a result of such forces, bo
changed in part iuto oil aud gas,
which would escape upward to where
it is now found, the parts not so
changed remaining and being changed
into beds of coal. It is supposed that
in this way the gas has been pro¬
duced, nnd, possibly, is still being
produced, from beds of vegetation
buried below the oil sands, und that
it has found its way in company with
oil perhaps, up to tho porous saud
rocks or oil sands.
The Picturesque in Language.
Over the threshold of a once peaceful
home the serpent of infidelity has
wriggled, and his black and shiny trail
exhales a reeking pestilence, Dis
closures are said to be imminent and (he
sensational ghouls will shortly buzz
about tho loathsome carcass and
on its filth.—[Binghamton Leader.
NO. 2.
Perpetual Youth. I
Tis said there is a fount in Flower ■
De Leon found it—where Old Age®
Throws weary mind and heart, aim
as day ®
Springs from the dark and joins
hand: V
This tale, transformed by some skillM
vero's wand
From the old myth in a Greek bodie^H po^B
Rests on no truth. Change
may heavyl
Souls do not change, though
hand. '
Who of ns needs this fount? What M
Our mere masks age, and still wo g^B
more young, *
For in our winter we talk most of Spring;
And ns we near, slow-tottering, God’s safe
fold,
Youth’s loved ones gather nearer; though
among
The seeming dead, youth's songs more clear
they sing.
—[Maurice Egan in Contury.
HUMOROUS.
A soar spot—The eagle’s nest.
A ncck-and-neck race—Giraffes.
The divers’ business is going down.
A watch that won’t ran doesn’t need
any chain.
A man who does business on a large
scale—a coal dealer.
What kind of men ought to shrink
well—Contractors.
A skillful cook is the most popular of
all interior decorators.
If the gallows is the instrument of
death, what is the accordion?
When the baker makes his morning
rounds the roll call is iu order.
“Westward the ‘star’ of empire takes
his way," but ho frequently walks homo
again on the ties.
“Ho gave me some pointers,” said the
tramp of the farmer; “ho jabbed mo
with a pitchfork.
On seeing a house being whitewashed, a
small boy of 15 wanted to know if it was
going to be shaved.
The man who can never get a day off
—the chap who has “thirty days” from
the police court judge.
The difference betwoen the sun and a
man’s nose is ono is the center of the
solar system and the other the scenter
of the human system.
Tom: “I think real estate men aro
awfully selfish.” Harry who is ono of
them): “Why?” “Because they are al¬
ways wanting the earth.”
He (at a very lato hour, with deep
enderness)—How can I leavo thee? She
—Really, Mr. Stayer, I cau’t tell
you. I wish to lioaven I could.
A Boston surgeon has extracted the
nerves from a man’s cheek. What busi¬
ness house the patient intends to serve
as commercial traveler is not stated.
Caller (to little Bobby)—“Bobby,
what makes your eyes so bright?"
Bobby (after a little thought) — “I des
it’s tause I liaiu’t had ’em very long.”
“Papa," asked little Bobby McSwil
ligen, “what is a railroad pool?” “A
railroad pool, Johnny,” replied McSwil
ligen, “is where they water tho stock."
“Humph l" grumbled tho clock, “I
don’t know of any ono who is harder
worked than I am; twenty-four hours a
day year in and year out.” And then it
struck.
Carrying Weapons.
A noted St. Louis detective says that
burglars and thieves as a general rule do
not carry concealed weapons for tho rea¬
son that they know that they aro liable
at any time to be taken in on general
principles, and they can be sent to the
rock pile very easily if a knife or pistol
is found on them. Carrying weapons
is not fashionable with crooks of any
kind. Most cases of this kiud are made
on young fellows who carry
weapons as a bluff, and show
them up without any intent to hurt
any one. Knives are carried only
negroes and the very lowest
Brass knuckles, which used to bn^B
common years ago, are curiosities
than anything else. Tho police
capture a man with a pair once in ®
months. A peculiar thing aboiO^B i®
pistols gathered in by tlm police TluS
not one in ten is any good. whi^J
mostly cheap affairs, with
dels aud suicides arc committed®
A Fortunate Marriage. ’
Some people were talking al
young married couple who a
solved the problem of unhappi®
divorce. “Ilcnv fortunatfy^B
married,” remarked anti 1*
“How so?” replied u
“Why, if they had not
T ‘ ec * separately they inJ wo'
four people unhappy
! [Philadelphia Press, fl
