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NORTH GEORGIA TIMES.
Vol. VIII. New Series.
Dream-Love.
There’s a mate for every heart
That throbs beneath the sun,
Though some by fate are kept apart
Till life is nearly done;
Where is the loyal heart and hand
Shall make my life complete?
God bless my Love, on sea or land.
Until our paths shall meet!
My faith is sure
And will endure,
Till that glad hour shall be;
Sweet moment haste
Across the waste
And bring my love to ma. f
The glow of morn is in her face,
Its dew-lights in her eyes,
Amid her hair tho peerless grace
That tints the morning skies;
And, oh, her feet, her little feet,
They are so lithe and small,
I dream I catch their rhythmic beat
Whene’er the rose leaves fall.
Yes, oft in dreams
With sunny gleams
Her winsome smile I see.
Sweet moment haste
Across the waste
And bring my Love to me!
—[Samuel Peck iu Times-Democrat.
LOOKED IN.
Lucy Hutton turned pale. Sho was
locking tho school room door, when,
under the shade of the trees outside,
she saw a mau stand watching her.
Sho turned pale, but showed no othor
sign of emotion. Without turning to
look again at this man, she drow hor
shawl about her, turned, camo down
tho steps, aiid walked homoward.
Her home was but a temporary one.
, Lucy Hutton had come from a little
farm iu tho country to take charge of a
parish free school. Sho was staying at
a boarding house where nearly all were
stranger?*
She was very pretty, with long golden
hair, which she wore free upon her
shoulders. Few persons had ever soon
moro beautilul hair.
Lucy turned palo because she had
learued to be afraid of this person who
was watching hor. Sho knew his ap¬
pearance well. For a timo he had sat
opposite to her at table, an emaciated,
pallid, carefully dressed man, with long
black hair, parted in the middle of a
high, narrow forehead, and falling long
upon his sont collar. Her first un¬
easiness was caused by observing that ho
constantly watched her out of a pair of
small black eyes. His observation was
so close as to be annoying. Sho had at
length avoided it by changing her seat
at tho table.
He never spoko to her. Sho did not
know his name, and nono of tho few
persons sho know were acquainted with
him. Having placed hersolf beyond his
nctico at table, she congratulated herself
on having escaped him, wlion, to her
consternation and serious unoasiness, she
discovered that ho followed hor to and
from the school.
Sho choso to ignore this. She did not
even speak of it to any one. Though a
slight, golden-haired girl, Lucy Hutton
was courageous, and a natural delicacy
prevented her from making a fuss about
the matter. But, at last, sho began to
be annoyed by notes, expressing this
man’s infatuation. He desired to mako
her acquaintance—to marry her.
Lucy’s immediate impulse was to send
hh first note to her lover, Henry Gray¬
son, and ask his assistance. Then she
resisted what seemed a weakness.
“I shall avoid this strange lover of
mine; ho cannot dome any harm,” she
thought.
But she could not forget him. His
eyes, his gait, tho cut of his garments,
became horribly familiar to her. She
felt that she was constantly under his
surveillance. If sho walked alone, ho
boldly followed her at a distance. If
she entered a crowd, she found him at
her elbow. Once as she stood at a shop
window looking at some lace, ho hissed
in her ear: “I love you,” and slipped
instantly out of sight in the evening
darkness. After this she never allowed
herself to be abroad after the evening's
early duik. At the man’s approach she
had felt him so physically powerful as
to fill her with torror.
The day provioui to tho evening of
which I write had brought a new inci¬
dent. A note had been left at the
school room addressed to her which
read as follows;
Beautiful Lucy— I must speak to you;
you must hear me. Meet me tonight at the
lower end of Redmond’s bridge; remember,
Jyou must come.
• There was no signature, but there
could be no doubt from whence it camo.
Lucy’s cheeks flushed with indignation;
jbut a thrill of fear went through her
heart. Her pursuer’s audacity seemed
to have approached a crisis.
Sho crushed the note in her hand, for
the observant eyes of her little pupils
were upon her and she forced herself to
go on with their lessons; but her cheek
SPRING PLACE. GEORGIA, THURSDAY. JULY 19, 1888.
burned redly—her mind wandered in
spite of herself.
Of course she did not mean to meet
this man; and what would be the con¬
sequences if she did not? She began to
feel desperately the need of aid in this
strange matter. She wished that Hen¬
ry Grayson were therejshe wished most
of all that she were at home.
When sho locked tho school-room
door that night she saw, as I have said,
this gaunt, black-haired man watching
her under the trees. With a quick,
firm step she walked down the street.
At least he should not see that sho was
afraid of him. But she heard a step be¬
hind her; it was his. Ho came to her
side; his detestable voice said over her
shoulder: “Tonight at 8 o’clock. I for¬
got to tell you the time.’’
Sho never turned her head or made
tho slightest response, as if sho had
heard him. Ho made an effort to look
into her eyes—then fell back and dis¬
appeared.
Lucy reached her room, locked tho
door and sat down, trembling and cry¬
ing. This last encouater had been
too much for hor nerves. She was full
of excitement and dread. Unconscious¬
ly to herself this constant pursuit had
worn upon her. Her strength seemod
suddenly to give way. Sho satj sob¬
bing, almost unable to stir, when thcro
was a knock at the door.
She startod at tho sound as if some
new summons of evil were at hand; but
the person who appeared was only a
young lady boarding in tho house
with whom Lucy had a slight acquaint¬
ance.
A note had been left at the house
while Lucy was at school. It was her
mother’s handwriting:
Come home immediately. Ypur father is
very ill.
Miss Burton delivered tho note, but
lingered, drawn to a pitying solicitude
by tho sight of Lucy’s swollen face.
As Lucy droppod tho paper and sobbed
more bitterly than before, Miss Burton
gently approached her, saying, “My
dear Miss Hutto®, you have bad nows?"
“My father K.rpvv ti» j.«?
haps! But how can I leavo my school?'*
“I will bo your substitute while you
are absent. I think I can. I have
taught in a school before. And I will
go with you tonight and see the rector."
This kindness reanimated Lucy’s
mind. In a fow moments sho had set¬
tled her plans and the two sought the
Rev. John Archor and had the matter
satisfactorily settled. Lucy was to start
on the 9 o’clock train and Miss Burton
was to enter the school in tho morn
wg.
Hurriedly making other arrangements
Lucy bado her new friends a gratoful
goodby, took a fly and was driven to
the station. Tho train was ready; sho
entered. It was only an hour’s ride to
her home.
Suddenly, while the train was rush
ing through thick darkness, lighted on¬
ly by a cloud of sparks, Lucy remem¬
bered her obtrusive admirer.
“I have escaped him!" sho thought,
with a moment’s delight.
Anticipating her arrival sho found her
father’s chase cart awaiting her, the
horse driven by her little brother,
Will.
“Hew is father, Will?”
“He is very ill, Lucy.”
That night was a long and hard one
for the friends of the sick man. But at
dawn, to the relief of all, the physicians
pronounced him out of danger.
Tho morning sunshine found Lucy
pallid and exhausted. She was greatly
unnerved. They 'begged her to go to
sleep, but sho could not rest. Her eyes
were heavy, her lips pale, her hands hot.
She carried some spring water, cool and
sparkling, to her room, wet her throb¬
bing temples and her thick rich hair, tho
weight of which oppressed her aching
head.
While engaged in this she heard a
knock at tho door. Hurriedly coiling
up her bright hair, she wont down. Tho
door was open. She did not approach
it, for, standing full in the sunshine,
upon the threshold of her home was tho
tall, gaunt, detested figure that had
haunted her, like a nightmare, for
weeks. Covered with dust, his lank
hair straggling upon his shoulders, his
sallow hands extended, and his blood¬
shot eyes fixed upon her face, his ap¬
pearance was repulsive, his presence
frightful She shrieked and ran away.
Forgetting the invalid, sho had
slammed the sitting-room door behind
her, when she heard her name gently
pronounced, and Henry Grayson
caught hor in his arms.
“My dear Lucy, what is the matter!”
What an inexpressible relief was his
protecting embrace, and the gush of
tears which followed 1 She told him
what had happened.
Search was made, but there was no
appearanca of aiiy ona near tho house,
and gradually Lucy bccamo assured
and composed.
It was 11 o’clock, when, full of happy
thoughts, Lucy Hutton went up to her
chamber.
Tho room was large; a window was
open; a gust of air rushed through and
extinguished her candle. Sho paused;
a faint thrill of her old timidity camo
over her. But she summoned her nat¬
ural courage, and saying, “I will not
go down stairs for matches; I will go
to bod in tho darksho closed anil
’ y
also locked closet door which yawned ,
a
behind her, drew back a curtain to
let in the starlight and began to un¬
dress.
Nothing unpleasant now mingled
with tho girl’s happy thoughts, as sho
softly unrobed herself. Sho had quito
forgotten tho prosont in thinking of a
delightful future, when a strange noiso
startled her. It seemed liko something
struggling against tho wall. Hor hoart
loaped into her throat.
“Psliawt it is only a rat!" sho said,
tho next moment.
As sho lay down, sho thought sho
heard tho sound again. But after that,
all was still. Sho lay awake, occupied
with her busy thoughts for awhile, but
soon fell asleep.
It was late when she awoke; tho room
was full of sunshine. Remembering her
father’s state, Lucy overcame a feeling
of languor, rose and hastily dre-sed.
Whilo doing so, sho remembered the
experience of tho previous evening. A
sudden thought camo to hor.
“I must have locked tho cat in the
closet last night. Poor old Prae! *
Sho unlocked tho door. Tho key
turned with some difficulty. Fliu jAg
open the door, a stiff, dead human
fell upon her, crushing her to
Those who heard the noise caiB
ing ui\ Lucy was in convulsions^ lia^J
frightful, distorted corpso
aside and lay upon ils face, 'OH
was full of tho scent of chlor^J bS
Lucy was finally restored,
nervous condition was deplorablcS
weeks they watched over her f<9
delirious slumbers, fearing in^H
and not without reason. Ml :1
The dead man was given nve|H al^H
enre of the town authorities,
ied by them. It was never kr.owH
he was. On learning tho story,
thought him insane. Others
him to bo a lawless and unscru puf^r
adventurer. In his pockets hml
been found a pistol, a broken vial of
chloroform and a sponge. It was
thought that he intended to render
Lucy insensible, and carry her away iu
the night. But ho was dead, and in
copablo of more harm. Probably when
Lucy locked the closet door, he had
been crowded in, and tbo vial broken.
He had baon smothered to death.
It took years to overcomo’this dread¬
ful experience; but now Lucy Grayson
tells of it, without excitement, to her
children.—-[New Y T ork World.
Barbers Wou’t Shave Barbers.
“Why don’t you get shaved?" in¬
quired a patron of tho proprietor of a
South C street tonsorial establishment,
on whoso faco thero was a week’s
growth of beard.
“Because I’ve got a lame arm from
being vaccinated,” was the reply.
“Why don’t you get another barber
to shave you, then?” said the inquisi¬
tor.
“Don’t you know that one barber will
never shave another? As for myself I
would rather scrape a venomous snake
than a barber,” said tho knight of tho
razor.
“What is there so objectionable about
it!" inquired the interrogator.
“Well," replied the chin scraper,
“barbers aro the most bitterly severe
critics in the world, especially when
the subject is one of their own trade.
If I wero to shavo another barber, and
during the process should make a single
false stroke, either upward or down¬
ward, contrary to the rules of profes¬
sionals, or fail to leave his faco as
smooth as the top of old John Piper’s
head, the jealous artist would gab about
it among professionals and shop patrons
for the next five years, tho burden of
which would bo that I was incompetent,
and he would thereby create a suspi¬
cion in tho public mind that I am not
a master of my business. Yes, I would
rather burn the whiskers off a Bengal
tiger’s nose with a cigarette stub than
shave a barber."—[Virginia (Neb.)
Chronicle.
Tho Proper Action.
Medical professor (to student)—“In
a case which you find difficult to diag¬
nose correctly, what is the proper course
to take?"
Student—“Look wise and say noth¬
ing.”— [Epoch.
QUEEN
A Powerful and Ferocious Fem¬
inine Potentate of Africa.
A Consul’s Unsuccessful At¬
tempt to Interview Her.
I met the other day, says a London
letter to tho New Y r erk Times, Mr. H.,
her Majesty’s consul at Zanzibar, ou the
east coast of.Africa, who told mo the
following’tale of this redoubtable per¬
son, which well nigh outrivals Sir.
Rider Haggard’s “She.” Mr. H.’s juris¬
diction extends over an area of 2,000
miles, all of which he is supposed to
visit in his official capacity. Lying
toward the interior of tho country is a
range of imprognablo mountains, over
which reigns supremo a rich and power¬
ful Queen—Kabutu by name. So ter¬
rible is her reputation, and so greatly
feared is she by the natives far
and wide, that sho is never called by
her rightful appellation,but is designat¬
ed as “Tho Woman Who Lives Over
There,” with a wavo of tho arm toward
the frowning hills. This queen has two
sons, who inlo provinces under her to
the north and south. Sho is particular¬
ly antagonistic to whito men, regard¬
ing them not only with abhorrence but
with an implacable hatred, dubbing
them as monsters, wizards and dealers
in magic. And so well is hor warlike
attitude toward them understood that
no whito man has ever dared to
ponctrato into her prosonco, or
indeed, dcsirod to do so siaco
instant death is tho loast evil that
would follow on his temerity. Mr. IL,
however, was determined to interview
fcthis queen of tho mountains. He there¬
fore started inland with a strong armed
[guard and twenty interpreters. It was
|| |fgl long four days’ march through tho
Q boforQ reachQd thQ outlying
frritoty Lpigned tho on the of this south, terrible over monarch. which
son
11m king bemg of a more paella ma.
fcuro and possessed of considerable curi
Bsity, consented to roceivo the whito
■izard, and even went so far as to say
w would speak a good word
B>r him to tho awful Kabutu,
land, thus encouraged, tho consul pro
weded on his way. But after another
Say’s journey his interpreters came to
him in groat perturbation and told him
they had received secret warning from
some friondly natives that Kabutu was
preparing to greet them in her own pe¬
culiar royal style—a dungeon for Mr.
H., with perpetual imprisonment to bo
terminated only with execution, and tho
slave stakes and torture for his servants
and guards. On hearing thoso san¬
guinary prophecies, 32 of his men at once
deserted and fled, preferring possible
death in tho trackless junglos to falling
into tho hands of “Tho Woman Who
Lives Over There.’’ Mr. IL, thus rendered
almost defenceless, and though know¬
ing himself to bo in tho greatost danger,
dared not show tho loast fear or appre¬
hension. He prepared to push on
further, and would undoubtedly havo
fallen a victim to Kabutu’s cruelty had
not a messenger arrived secretly irom
tho friendly son, entreating him to go
no further, and saying that his mother’s
rage and fury at tho whito monster’s
presumption knew no bounds; she was
already gloating over the varied forms
of torture wheTe with to punish him.
He further offered at tho risk of his
own crown, to have Mr. H. conducted
back in safety; but tho journey must be
performed at night and with the great¬
est circumspection. Taking all things
into consideration, Sir. H. decided to
accept tho friendly King’s offer, and
quietly moved off and out of
tho dangerous neighborhood. His
way lay for miles and' mile
through dense junglos and morasses
before tho borders of civilization were
reached. Tho ferocious Kabutu still
remains unvanquished and unseen by
the white man, but Mr. H., who returns
to his consulate in August, intends in
October to push hi3 way iD ',0 the very
presence of the terrible one. In those
delightful regions pounds and pence
are unknown and of no value, the ac¬
cepted currency being beads, handker¬
chiefs, and colored lines; and so par¬
ticular and fussy are tho native mon
daineS that to offer a bead of lash year’s
shape, a handkerchief of last year’s
color, or a calico of last year's dye, is a
dire offense and of about as much good
as a bag of stones would be. The cli¬
mate is charming, tho verdure perpet¬
ual, and noxious insects are unknown.
“Mabel, I have something to say that
I think will astonish you." “What is it,
Harry?" “I am going away.", “O,
Harry I you are always getting up some
nice surprise for me.
— America’s Lucky Day.
Europo and the eastern part of the
world Friday is generally regarded os
an unlucky day, and thoso who are any
way superstitious will object to com¬
mence any new enterprise or to do any¬
thing of importance on that day.
Strange to say, Friday has exercised the
most important and beneficial effects on
America, and may bo regarded as her
lucky day. There aro many citizens,
mostly thoso of foreign birth, who still
abhor Friday, although it is shown that
tho most important events connected
with the discovery of tho New World
and tho indepcndonco of tho United
States all happened on a Friday.
It was on Friday, the 3d of August,
1403, that Christopher Columbus set
sail from tho port of Palos on his voyage
of discovery. On Friday, tho 13th of
October, of tho same year, ho sighted
land. On Friday, the 4th of January,
1493, ho set out for Spain to announce
his glorious discovery. He landed in
Andalusia on Friday, tho 15th of March,
1493. On Friday, Juno 13, 1494, ha
discovered the continent of America.
On Friday, March 5, 1497, Honry VII,
King of England, sent Jean Cabot on a
mission which led to tho decovery of
North America. On Friday,
November 10, 15G5, Melendez
founded St. Augustine, tho
oldest city in tho United States. On
Friday, November 10, 1020, tho May¬
flower landed the Pilgrim Fathers at
Princetown. On Friday, December 21,
1620j tho immigrants reached Plymouth
Rock. On Friday, Feb. 22, 1733,
Washington was born. On Friday,
Juno 17, 1775, tho battle of Bunker
Hill was fought. On Friday, October
8, 1778, Burgoyno surrendered at Sara¬
toga. Arnold’s treason plot was dis¬
covered on Friday, September 23, 1780.
Cornwallis surrendered at Yorktown on
Friday, in October, 1781.—[Church
Union.
Journeying In Siberia,
^ entrancing interest and delight
ful ita of a midwiatar journ0y
throu „ h thc hoart bt Asiatic Rus9 ; a ara
described in the Now' York Graphic.
Thc tour began late in December, owing
to the tardiness of winter’s icy breath,
and the route lay from Vladwostok
5000 miles across ice-bound rivers and
snow-bound roads to Ekaterinburg. A
sledge, rude and clumsy, had been
packed with deerskins, sheepskins, fur
linod mittens, dogskin socks, camel
hair stockings, felt boots'and other req¬
uisites for keeping the cold out. Tho
tourists strotched themselves out on
these comforters, whilo yenshioks or
drivers curlod themselves up oa the
comfortless box-seat and tho start was
made. The posting system of Siberia is
wonderful. All across tho continent
from the Pacific to tho Urals and bo
tween all important towns, at distances
varying from eight to twenty miles, aro
post stations, where, on presentation of
his pass, tho travclor can demand tho
uso of horses to carry him one stage
of his jourhey. If horses aro not forth¬
coming tho traveler can live, board free,
at the station until tho animals come.
The road is marked out by small
tree branches and hundreds of persons
aro employed at tho beginning of every
winter in thus searching out tho way.
Tho thermometer fell lower every day
until it registered 63 degrees. Oa
waking in tho morning tho ice over the
eyes had to be thawed out with tho fin¬
gers before they could he opened. In
this way an average of over 150 miles a
day was made. In nine weeks from
Vladwostok Ekaterinburg was reached.
It cost Uron, one of the travelers, his
life, the journoy having sown the seeds
of consumption which ho survived only
a few months.
A Hint to Pig Raisers.
A pig makes the most growth, in pro¬
portion to its sizo and tho food con¬
sumed, in it* first year. Nono but the
brood sows should bo kept ovor a year,
and by good feeding upon well-selected
foods the others should never be win¬
tered over. It may bo that pork will
fail in value in competition with cotton¬
seed oil and that the larger production
of meat will overrun the demand, hence
cheap feeding will be necessary to sup¬
ply the cheaper product. But a better
kind of pork will mako a larger de¬
mand for this really healthful and
agreeable meat, and tho value may not
depreciate. At any rate, it is clear that
swine feeder* must vary the food and
grow it, too. Barley and oats, with corn
and potatoes and some mangels, will
supply all that is necessary when milk
cannot be procured in sufficient supply.
Corn must then give place to these other
crops, and in place of lard hogs, bacon
and pork pigs will bo roared with moro
profit under a moro healthful system of
feeding than that practiced at present
NO. 24.
At Moonrise.
How bushed and quiet the gaunt poplars
spring , .
Beside the lake,
Where tho song-weary thrush, head under
w.ng,
Is nestling half awake!
The warm gray lights of evening linger
there
Or gently pass
Along the dappled water and the air
No voice nor music has.
Low on the night’s marge yonder, a big
moon.
Cleaving the blue,
Comos up and silvers the broad shades which
soon
The bats flit darkly through;
And visions, born of fancy and tho night,
Glide to and fro—
Move with dream feet amid the solemn light,
And softly come and go.
Across the moor— Glse silent over earth
And sky’s wido range—
Steals the low laughter of two lovers' mirth;
How sweet it sounds, yet strange 1
HUMOROUS.
t
A job lot—Boils.
A writ of attachment—A love letter.
The farmers' share—Tho plowshare.
Failure iu tho yarn trade—Writing
unsuccessful novels.
Tho fellow that is hard up is apt to
becomo a man of note.
Many a widow’s weeds aro wilted by
tbo simplo phraso, “Wilt thou?"
Why doo3 the ocoan get angry! Be¬
cause it has been crossed so often.
Tho cockroach i3 always wrong when
ho attempts to arguo with a chicken.
If a young man fools that his life is &
blank ho should try to fill it out and
have it sworn to.
It doesn’t matter how tough a young
man may bo, a good looking girl is very
likely to break him up.
Mrs. Partington claims that there are
few people nowadays who suffer from
“suggestion of the brain-’’
The average young
abroad “on pleasure bent” frequently
comos back by pleasure broke.
The girl who rocontly marriod a young
man on tho strength of a poem he sent
hor, took him for better or for verse.
The “festive” goat is browsing
On the hoopskirt in the lane,
And the organ grinder's grinding
In the street his plaintive strain.
When an Arab of tho desert wants to
inquire if his sister is going to leavo
home for a while ho says, “Are you
going oasis?"
McQuillen: Havo you heard Herr
Thumpper on the piano?" Curtis:
“Yes." McQuillen: “How's his execu¬
tion?" Curtis: “Deadly."
When you aro at sea and ask a man
at the wheel how sho heads, and ho
tells you, “Sou’-sou’-oast-by-sou," you
get all tho news there is in a small com¬
pass.
Visitor: Your new house is very
pretty; but you will havo trouble to do
anything with the garden, it’s so small”
Country Host: “Yes, it is small, but,
then, I shall put in folding-beds."
An hotel located in tho West, is being
advertised as follows; “There is no
gilt-edge business about this house, and
if you want to eat pie with a knife you
can do it without foar of being ostra¬
cized from society."
Tho pitcher had a little ball, and it
was white as snow, and where the
striker thought it was that ball it
wouldn’t go. It had a sudden in-shoot
curve, it had a fearJ'1 drop, and when
tho striker wildly sK^ck, that ball it
didn’t stop. “Why does tho ball fool
strikers so?’ the children all did cry.
“The pitcher twirls the ball you know,"
the toacher did reply.
“Rations of Iron.”
Eiserno Portionen (rations of iron) it
tho name given by the Militar Wochen
blatt to tho canned provisions which the
German soldier is now compelled to
carry in his knapsack or haversack,
not for immediate consumption, but for
use at those times when his command is
removed from tho base of supplies or
the quartermaster’s department is short.
It says: “These victuals of iron are,
during war, to bo used on tho .evening
preceding a great battle, or bettor, when,
the army making a sudden change of
front, tho convoys are for a day or two
retarded." Much of this canned pro¬
vision is put up in America, and is said
to be both better and cheaper than tha
German. The Seventh Corps (West¬
phalian) commanders have recently ex¬
perimented with canned chocolate and
cocoa, which, though seemingly light
refection for a marching column, has, on
the contrary, been found excellently
adapted.—[Scientific American.