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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.
