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About North Georgia times. (Spring Place, Ga.) 1879-1891 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 16, 1888)
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
