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Newspaper Page TextI NORTH GEORGIA TIMES. Vol. VIII. New Series. The Same ForoTcr. The Cross stands firm; no blast of time, Ho hurricane of earth’s rude clime, Can shake its heavenly steadfastness, Or lessen its high power to bless. I look and live* > The tidings from that tree of love Are still God’s message from above, Telling, each hour, of cleansing blood, And pointing to the upward road. I hear and livel 1 Still does the Christ His face reveal, His well of living joy unseal, Still telling of His love and light, His meekness, majesty and might. ^ I come and livel waves life's treo its glorious wealth, Hsn with everlasting health; With fruit and leaf Divinely fair, And immortality still there. f I eat and live' Slil! from the rock the waters burst To quench tho weary spirit's thirst; Who driuketh once will drink again, Who drinketh shall not drink in vain. I drink end live! —(Bonar. THE CHANGED HEART. “But liow can I help being neglected and miserable, Ned? You scarcely iook at mo when Miss Lovel is near, and she is your preferred partner in all things now. You walk with her, you sing with her, you drive with her, you dance with her, and it makes mo very wretched 1” “Now, Moilie, if you’re going to bo jealous 1 ’ “I’m not jealous, Nod. -If I thought you didn’t care most for me; if I fancied you cared at all for any ono else, I don’t think I’d remonstrate with you at all. I would just tako off this,” touch¬ ing tho diamond on her hand, “and hand it back to you, I’m not jealous, but you are not very kind to me, Ned.” “My littlo pet, you do not see things as I see them. One owes something to society, especially when ono is at the seaside. If you would only remember that J love you too well to find fault with anything you can do, and if you would bccomo a littlo more of a society character yourself, I should be perfectly happy. Why, you scarcely tako tho least attention from any one but me, and so many arc 'willing to offer atten¬ tions to you. Now, dear, kiss me once; I must bo off; I am to drive on tho beach with Miss Lovel; not jealous, my pet?” “Not jealous, Nod, no;” and sho turned from him, but without giving the kiss he had asked for. “She is jealous, though!” tho young fellow thought, smiling as he watched tho pretty, straight figure going away from the nook in which he had found her, out to tho stretch of sand, against which tho waves were rolling, receding, leaving now a mass of seaweed on it, now returning and bearing it away— a very coquette of an ocean, now kind and now cold, and always fair in tho sunlight. , Ned Tremaine hurried owor tho beach, whistling as ho wont, and he presently caught up with his affianced, who, in her pretty drcs3 of cream and black, with tho wido sun hat ushed a little back on her blonde head, was looking very beautiful and animated— and smiling in tho faco of Lee Stone, the most incorrigible male flirt at tho beach. “AVhero now, Tremaine?” tho latter called out, as with a nod ho pursued his way. “For a drive on tho beach; will see you later,” and Ned had gone by, re¬ suming his whistlo. Mr. Stone smiled a littlo and spoko a few words to Moilie. She colored slightly, followed the tall form of her lover a moment with her eyes, then gave a; gracious answer, and half an hour the la^br, when Ned and Miss Lovel met pretty light carriage on the beach in which L30 Stono took his daily drive, they received a pleasant nod from pretty Moilie, who was his companion, and who looked as though she was thoroughly enjoying his society. “Sho certainly lost no timo in follow¬ ing my suggestions,” Ned told himself half in surprise, “and she had evident¬ ly found the society of Stono anything put boring.” “What a handsome couple they mako," Miss Lovel said, with a certain gleam ia her steady, gray eye. Ned colored suddenly, but didn’t quite know why. “Perhaps you didn’t know that Miss Annes is my promised wife,” he said, a a trifle coldly. “Oh, but so many engagements are broken in a summer at the seaside; one never minds that very much.” the lan¬ guid belle said indifferently. That night there was a hop at the ho¬ tel, and Ned had made up his mind while dressing to bo a little more at¬ tentive to Moilie; but to his surprise he SPRING PLACE. GEORGIA. THURSDAY. AUGUST 2, 1888. didn’t find Moilie Annes shrinking un¬ der her mother’s wing as had been her custom. A number of old friends had arrived while they were at dinner, and they were about her, and whilo she gave him (Ned) a smilo from tho dis¬ tance he found it quite difficult to get near her. Then a slight tap on his arm informed him that Miss Lovel was ask¬ ing him why he was so preoccupied, / and, as Moilie and Stone went circling 1 by, joining the waltzers, he followed them with Miss Lovel. “A rather pronouncod flirtation,” Lee laughed, later, when he and Moilie stood on the hotel terraco, watching the moonlight on the sea and strand, and one solitary couple pacing slowly along beside tho wators. Both knew who they wore, for a few minutes before they had seen Ned Tremaine place that pale pink scarf about tho shoulders of Miss Laura Lovel ns ho led her across tho terrace, too much engrossod in his task, it would seem, to notico Moilie or her companion. “Oh, everybody flirts more or less at a seaside hotel; ono has nothing else to do, you know,’’ Moilie answered Lee with a littlo ripple of laughter, and ho looked on the pretty face to which tho moonlight was so tender, his voice sink¬ ing almost to a whisper as ho spoke to her. “It is a cowardly pastime fora maD," ho said softly, “and for a woman it is a cruel one.” Again she laughed, while arranging the bracelet on her arm; a touch of mockery was in tho rippling voice. “And you—is it pleasant to know that you are cruel and cowardly?" sho questioned. “Ono is tempted to be¬ come personal when such remarks come from ono who is said to count his con¬ quests with cruel pride, and to whom the world gives no higher aim than to fascinate—and remain careless. Am I too plain? Forgive me.” “I forgive you freely—as I would forgivoyou all things, Miss Anuoss: but neither you nor tho world fully under¬ stands me. I may seem a trifler; but were tho woman I love to love mo in return no smile would be to so sweet as hers, no presence half so dear." Moilie had bocn watching the couplo on the sands going slowly back and forth, back and forth in tho moonlight; now sho lifted her sweet young faco and looked at him with a sort of won¬ dering pity. “Do we all wrong you, then?” sho asked, gontly. “Havo you failed in your wooing? Can you not win where you love?” Ilia faco flushed a littlo at her words, and she, watching it, wa3 struck by its strength and beauty. How did it chanco that she had never noticed it beforo? “I am not loft tho chanco to woo or win her,” he said, slowly; “sho is another’s promised wife.” “Ah," she snici, pityingly; and sho gavo him her hand in a sweet, womanly sympathy, never for an instant connect¬ ing his words with herself. He lifted the small hand reverently to his lips, and drawing it through his arm turned towards the beach. As he did so ho found liimsolf facing Ned Tremaine and Laura Lovel, who were coming in from tho moonlight, and ho noticed that tho young man’s faco was quite white, whilo there was a half scornful smilo on the lips of the fair bcllo of the seaside. But the two couples passed each other in silence, tho one going down to tho stretch of tho glittering sand, tho other going in to the dancers. A week later, and Moilie had just come in from a long hour, peaceful and calm, spent with Lee in a quiet nook among the rocks that overhung the ocean. He had been reading to her there some of tho sweetest poems given to tho world by genius. Her heart had thrilled as he read, and new, strange feelings had stirred it. AYhon ho closed the book he had looked up and found her eyes filled with tears. Aad now in her own room sho was asking herself how it was that what she had com¬ menced but for tho purpose of annoy¬ ing Ned had in one brief week slain all her old resentment against Miss Lovel and made her thoughts turn constantly, not to Ned Tremaine, who was her affi¬ anced husband, but to Loo Stone, who was termed tho greatest flirt at the beach. AYhat was changing in her life? AVhen sho now met Ned and Laura it did not pain her as it used. AVas it be¬ cause a handsomer face, a stronger and a nobler face than Ned’s was constantly near, ready to turn to her with devo¬ tion, ready to light if she smiled? A servant broko her ponderings oy bringing her two messages — ono a boquet of white flowers with a few feathery sprays of fern among their whiteness and ono crimson rose gleam¬ ing red from their centre, and in it was a note from Lee asking her to go for a drive with him by moonlight; tho other was a few angry linos from Ned, asking if she remembered that she was be¬ trothed to him while she allowed every gossip at the hotel to chatter of her flirtation with Lee Stone. “I havo been patient, waiting an op¬ portunity of speaking to you,” ho wrote, “but you will not give mo one, so I write to ask you if you wish our en¬ gagement broken; to all it would seem so.” Sho trembled a littlo as she read, and her sweet face changed color; but sho went to her desk, drew from it every letter ho had ever soat her, formod them and his ring in a packago, and wroto him tho following note: It was I who first taught patience while my existence was forgotten for one who was what you bade me bacome—“a society char¬ acter." AY r hy should I fancy that you wish an interview with mo of late? It is not so long since you could not spare a moment for me from Miss Lovel. Do I wish our engage¬ ment broken? Perhaps we both wish it. Ned; at least let us broak it, since I so displease you. I sond you your letters and ring. Then, although a choking scnsatiGu was in her throat, sho penned a brief noto to Loo: “I shall bo pleased to go with you,” that was all; and in tho starlight—tho moon rose late—sho wont with him out over tho beach and far along tho coun try. Was it strange that ho noticed sho no longer wore Ned’s ring? AVas it strango that ho told her of hjs love, and that sho listened silently, bclicvingly, with a strango fluttor at her heart? AVas it strango that when they drove back, lingering beside tho sobbing ocoan, another ring should deck her finger and another bond should lie upon her lifo? Well, two others walked upon tho strand, two whom tho gossips called lovers; and yet when it was told that Mollio Annes was to place her happi¬ ness ia tho keeping of the “flirt of the boach,” one man who heard it turned aswhito as death and shrank from the sight of tho beautiful woman beside him, although men callod her fair, and many said she had won him from his faith; yet Mollio was too happy to re¬ gret, although she sometimos remom bers.—[Toledo Blade. A (Jncer Modo of Catching Fish. A lazy but unlawful method of ob¬ taining fish from tho ponds was once quito common. This was stupefying or drugging the fish by means of some nar¬ cotic plants. Tho favorito growth for this purpose was tho devil’s shoe-string ) a small plant with extremely long, tough, and slender roots. This queer plant, with its uncanny name, was much usod by tho Indians as a medicine, and is said to be tho basis for several blood purifiers with long, and alliterative names. A plentiful supply of the plant being obtainod tho individual finds a log which projects well out into the water, and getting astride of it dips it ia and alternately beats it with a stick or paddle. After every good beating it is shaken about in tho wator and the supply replenished, and this continued until tho pond is thoroughly improg natod propertic3 of the weed. Tho fish soon commenco rising to tho surface and gasping as if for breath. A few faint struggles fol¬ low and then tho fish lie helploss and inert upon the surface only to be gathered in and serve as a meal. It is said that the moat is not at alt affected by tho treatment the fish havo undergone, but it is with considerable squeamishness and trepidation that a person for the first time dines upon poisoned or nar¬ cotized fish.—[Atlanta Constitution. From Left to Right. Dr. Delaunay, a French scientist, as¬ serts that centrifugal movements of tho hands—that is, from left to right—are characteristic of intelligence and higher development; centripetal, or the reverse, are indicative of incomplete evolution. He suggests thi3 as a scientific test in employing servants and others. To as¬ certain tho qualities of an applicant cook give her a placo to cloaa or a sauco to mako, aad watch how she moves her hand in cither act. If sho moves it from loft to right, or in the direction of the hands of a watch, you may trust her; if in the other way, sho is certain to be stupid and incapa¬ ble. Tho intelligence of people may also be ganged by asking them to mako a circlo on paper with a pencil, and noting in which direction tho hand is moved. The good students in a mate raatical class draw circles from left to right. ‘ ‘Down East” a similar test of “faculty” has existed from tho earliest day. No Yankeo farmer would hire a “hand,” or “storekeeper” employ a clerk who should whittle to him instead of from him. A GREAT RIDE. An Extraordinary Horseback • Journey Across the Plains. A Perilous Trip of 800 Miles in Less Than Six Days. Among the deeds of early life in tho West the famous rido of F. X. Aubrey from the plaza of Santa Fe to tho public square of Independence, Mo., as a physical achievement stands without an equal. Indeed, it is doubtful if tho his¬ tory of tho world can present a parallel to that great ride of 800 miles, through a country overrun with hostilo Indians, a largo part of tho distance being through sandy deserts and leading acrqss rivers, mountains and prairios, with only tho sky for a covering and the earth as a resting place. An old resident of this city, who used to know Aubrey very well, in conversa¬ tion recently said: “When I first met Aubroy, about 1848 ho was a young man of 85, tho perfect picture of health and strength. Short, rather heavy set, weighing about ICO pounds, he had an honest, opon coun¬ tenance and was ono of tho rising men of the plains. He was a French Cana¬ dian, camo to St. Louis in 1840, and soon aftorward ongagod in businoss a3 a SantoFe trader, making trips to Santa Fe from Independence, and sponding tho larger part of his timo in tho saddle. Ho was a noted horseman and spared neither man nor beast when on a jour¬ ney. Everything he did was done with a rush. “Aubrey made two rides alono from Santa Fe to Independence. Tho first was on a wagor of $1,000 that ho could cover tho distance in eight days. Ho succeeded in reaching his destination three hours before tho expiration of the time. He killed several horses in tho ride, and it is said that the death of ono horse on the way obliged him to walk twenty-five miles to Council Grove, car ryi’ig'fiis saddle on his back, beforo ho found another. Ho was the lion of the dajfoi; Bt. LouiS and Independence after this ride. There were many powerful men and many good riders in those times, but not ono of them dared to at¬ tempt to beat Aubrey’s record. Ho de¬ termined to beat himself, and on a socond wager ho left S mta Fe in 1851, and gavo the severost test of human en¬ durance I havo ever known. “I was on my way to Santa Fe (it was 37 years ago) with a train of 25 wagons idled with merchandise, and knew noth¬ ing of his design. AVhen wo wero at tlio Rabbit Ears, about 100 milos from tho old Spanish city, we saw a man ap¬ proaching in a sweeping gallop, moun¬ ted on a yellow mare and leading an¬ other. As ho camo nearer, mistaking us for Indians, ho whirled and retreated 50 or 60 yards, then turned to take a second look. Our wagons coming round a hill proved that wo were friends, and, putting spurs to his steed, ho dashed past, merely nodding his head as tho dust flew into our facos. It was a great surprise to mo for Aubrey to treat a friend in that style, but when I reached Santa Fo I understood it. Every moment was precious. It was tho supremo effort of his lifo. Night and day ho rushed on. Six horses droppod dead as ho rode them. “His own beautiful maro, Nellie, tho one ho was riding as ho passed our par¬ ty, and one of the finest pieces of horse¬ flesh I ever saw, quivered and fell in tho agoDies of death at the end of tho first 150 miles. Several splendid horses had been sent ahead, and stationed at different points on the trail. No man could keep up with Aubrey. Ho would havo sacrificed every horso in tho west if necessary to the accomplishment of his design. It was not money ho was after, but fame. Ho had made a wagor that the trip would bo made in six days. “At tho end of five days and thirteen hours, exhausted and fainting, ho was taken from a horso that was trembling from head to foot, and covered with sweat and foam, at tho southwest cor¬ ner of the present square of Indepen¬ dence. Ho sank into a stupor, from which ho was not aroused in forty-eight hours.*"—[Kansas City News. Ice Made Him Hot. Brown—AVhat’s the matter, Dumlcy, you look hot about something? Dumley (angrily)—Hotl I should say so. I was around at the Eagle just now and that fool Featherly dropped a chunk of ice down my back. Enough to make any man hot.—[New York Sun. “I passed some queer” and here I am in prison all on accounterfeit, ” he sighed. The Struggles of an Inventor. Allen B. Wilson, the perfector of < sewing-machine, who died recently, spent some time in Pittsfield while he was engaged in his experiments with sewing machines, and tho late William D. Axtoll used to recall Wilson’s early struggles while in that town. Ho had a small work-shop in his room, and worked many times through the night until morning in carrying forward his experiments. Axtoll roomed with him, and was so in his confidence that later ho himself became an important witness at court in tho caso to test tho validity of Wilson’s claim to tho invention. Wilson’s friendship for his early com¬ panions was vory strong, and Axtel used to say of himself that he missed tho great opportunity of his life when he declinod Wilson’s offer of an equal interest in tho machine. A few years ago Wilson spent considerable time in North Adams, where ho mod to moot tho friends of his boyhood and gossip with thorn. IIo has also spent con¬ siderable timo in Pittsfield the past few years, but very quietly, comparatively few porsons knowing him as tho in¬ ventor of tho sewing machine. Axtoll was wont to say that Wilson’s machino was really perfected in a littlo room in a North Street block, and ho also used to dcscribo tho effect it had on AVilson, when, just a3 the dawn of day was upon him his machino sowed perfectly. Ho said that Wilson nearly swoon od in his excitement and joy. Pittsfield might have obtained Wilson’s factory had it boon at all inclined to bo liberal. Ho tried to negotiate with tho late Ed¬ win Clapp for a largo lot of land on West street, offering to locato his shop3 there if the town would abate his taxes or offer any inducement. This it de¬ clinod to do and so lie located them at Bridgeport.--[Springfield Republican. Points by a Plumber. “If you want a point or two about cleaning waste-pipes without sending for a plumber,” said a retired mernbor of tho fratornity to a New York Tolo gram reporter who wa9 complaining oi tho trials of house-ownership, “just lis¬ ten to me. “If I wero still in tho business ] would not givo away what I am going to tell you now, but as I'm out of it I do not see why I may not help a friend. “One of tho most frequent and try¬ ing annoyances,” ha Continued, as ho flashed his $000 diamond ring at the reporter, “is tho obstruction to the freo, quick outlot of tho waste water of tho wash-basin, tho bath-tub and kitchen sink. This is caused by a gradual ac¬ cumulation of small bits of refuso* ma¬ terial, paper, rags, meat bone, or groase, which chock and finally entirely stop tho out-flow of waste, and then the plumbor is called to romovo the stop¬ page with his forco putnp. Sometimes this is accomplished, but of tell tlio pipo has to be cut, 3nd there is great incon¬ venience and expense. “Just before retiring at night pour into the clogged pipo enough liquid soda lye to fill the ‘trap,’ as it is callod —or the bent part of tho pipe just bo* low the outlet. Bo sure that no wator runs into it until tho next morning. During tho night tho lye will convort all the offal into soft soap, and tho first current of water in tho morning will wash it away and lcavo tho pipe as clean as new. See? This is practical chem¬ istry, yet few chemists would ever thiak of it.” Eighteen Years Over tho Century. There is living six milc3 northwast of Flandreau County, Dakota, an Indian woman by name Hannah AVeston (Cet anwinna). At present sho is living with her sixty-five-year-old grandson. Sho claims to havo been about six years old when tho Revolutionary war broke out, which would make her about 118 years of age. She tolls that her father was a chief, and fought with tho English at that timo. Sho wears a silver medal, which is three inchos in diameter, and nearly one-fourth of an inch in thick¬ ness; on ono side of tho medal is a por¬ trait of King Georgo IIL Tho medal wa3 presented to her father by the King’s agents at that time, and sho prizes it very highly; money cannot buy it. She is totally bliad, and has been so for a number of years, is considerably emaciated, and the wrinkles on her face are finger deep. Otherwise sho en¬ joys good health, and is a hearty eater. In an Old Boston Honse. Mr. Phlatterly (trying to mako him¬ self solid)--What a remarkably strong, manly face your grandfather had, Miss Phillips. Miss PhiIlips--Pardon me, Mr. Phlatterly, but that’s grandma.— [Judge. - ---- NO. 2(1. «r — Batynshka. From yonder gilded minaret Beside tho steel blue Neva set, I faintly catch from timo to time, The sweet, aerial mil alight chime— ‘‘God save the Tsar!” Above tho ravc.ings and tho moats Of tho grim citadel it floats; And men in dungeons far beneath Listen, and pray, and gnasli their teeth— ‘■God save tho Tsarl” The soft reiterations sweep , Across the horror of thoir sleep, As if some demon in liis gleo YVero mocking at his misery— “God save the Tsarl" In his red palace over tlior*. . Wakeful, he needs must hhar the pra; How can it down the brqjcen cries j Wrung from his children’s agonies!—^ “God’save tho Tsarl" Father they called him from of ->ld-J Batyushka I.... IIow his heart is coldfl AVait till a million scourged men I Ui.se in their awful might, and then-H “Godsavetho Tsarl”' —IT. Bailey Aldrich in HH HUMOROUS. < I moral training— Railroading. A model woman -Tho tryor-oi® cloaks. V AVnter flowes until it freezes, thon it^H ice floes. w Is it all day with a chess-player when both knights are gone? In winter fashionablo horses tako their grass a la mowed. A fountain head may vory natu^illy havo water on tho brain. 9 Tho girl who uses violet ink, wants her correspondence to be inviolot A counter-irritant — A woman whj prices everything and buy3 nothing. AY’hen a singer’s throat is raw you can’t expect her songs to bo well done. A doctor who speaks only one lan¬ guage may yet' understaad a great many tongues. “I will now tako do sense ob do mootin’," sail tho “freo lecturer;" but his audience had wild visions of a penny collection and boltod for tho door. Alas, how hard our tempers are To fully overcome! Too oft hearts t ike the trick abroad, YVhilo clubs are trumps at home. Heard on tho street. —First Domes¬ tic: AYHicre are yo livin’ now? Socond Domestic That Was: I ain’t livin’ at all; I’m married. \Y r e ovoid extremes wherever we can, They always set our bond in a whirl; YYVvo suffered much from the Positive man. And a great deal more from the Negative girl. Other countries may spend more money for guns than the United States, but they fall behind tho American nation in tho high prices paid for bat« teries of tho base ball sort. A calf was bora on tho farm of Michael Gibbons, Cambria County, Penn., without tho remotest sign of a tail. This refutes tho vcnerablo saying that tho tail always goes with tho hide. Judge—The' witness swears you stolo his coat, and have it on. I must, there¬ fore, find you guilty. Tramp—Oh, well, your honor, if you’re going to judge man by tho clothes ho wears I s’pose I’ll have to givoin. “Willie,” said tho teacher, “which is the shortest day in tho year?” “Twenty first of December,” replied Willie. “Tommy may tell us which is tho long cst day?'' said the teacher, indulgently. “Sunday," sh uted Tommy. Wo are willing to take a certain amount of stock phraso3 in newspaper accounts concerning blizzards, but when a paper tolls us about a zephyr carrying a bod quilt sixty-ono miles and then going back for tho sheet wo area’t there. “I think,” said tho ministor, who was visiting a parishioner, “that it is easier to coax children than to drive them. Gentle words are more effective than harsh ones." “I think so too,” said tho lady, tenderly. Thon she raised her window and suddenly shouted to her boy: “Johnnie, if yoii don’t come in out of that mudpuddle I'll break your back.” A novel just published closes with this sentence: “They stood beneath the elm treo under whoso spreading branches they had plighted their troth. Sighing, ho pressed her to his bosom and then went away from her forever.” Tho author is not well in¬ formed in botany. It is clear from tie sentcnco quoted that the tree was not an elm, but a sigh-press. “You mustn’t hail a man When he’s foggy, I insist; For melancholy reigns within^ When he’s gone he’s never mist” Thus spoke the funny editor To a man when traveling, Who, feeling somewhat bored, replied: “Dew drop this sort o’ thing."