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Newspaper Page TextNORTO GEORGIA TIMES. Vol. VIII. New Series. Homeward Bound. The.sun sinks down; the tree tops show A tender, lingering after glow; No faintest sound— Save sleepy whir of weary wings, And sleepy song a birdling sings That’s homeward bound! - The shadows creep o’er meadow lands And o’er the ford and rirer sands And rocky ground; O'er fresh plowed fields and barren place And b’er the tired plow-boys face That’s homeward bound! A silver star world, faint and fair, Has sent a glimmer through the air And all around Is bathed in pale, celestial light, That guides the sailor, who, at night, Is homeward bound. The dusk that wrap3 the land and sea Brings dreams of sweetest rest to me And joy profound; For as the days doth pass me by They bring me nearer Heaven—for I Am homeward bound! Some time—not far off, it may be— There'll dawn the days of days for me; Then o’er the mound That hides me raise a simple stone With just the;e little words alone— Just “Homeward Bound!” ME. BEENT’S BOAEDEE. “Why are you ao cool to me, Miss Hester?” “I am not cool to yon, Mr. Kings¬ bury.” “Yes you are; you don’t like me, or you don’t like my being hero; I can’t quito make out which it is.” Along pauso ensued, while Hester leaned over tho gate swinging her straw hat, her straight brews contracted into a slight frown. Tho plain print dress sho wore did not disguise tho shapeliness of her figure, and hor clearly cut features and soft hazel eyes had proved a source of groat fascination for Jack Kingsbury. It was a lucky chanco that had led him to answer an adver¬ tisement for summer board for a single gentleman. He found tho farmer a good naturod, jolly follow, and his wifo a swoet- faced, lady-liko woman, who treated him as a son; but their daughter was an enigma. Jack knew little about farmers’ daughters, and was quite unprepared for the intelligence and quiet dignity of the girl whom ho had expected to find a strapping, red faced lass who would expect him to chaff with hor uDd pay-hor brond corn plimonta. Hester actually avoided him; but Jack had his full share of conceit, and reasoned that sho liked his atten¬ tions well enough; she was a little shy, perhaps, but that would wear off in time. “The horse is coming out of tho barn, Mr. Kingsbury; you will be lata for your dinner it you do not start." ‘Til get there in good time,” said Jack, looking at his watch; “you have¬ n’t answorod my question yot.” “Well,” said Hostor, turning as she spoke, “if you must know, I did not approve of father’s idea of taking a boarder. I do not like it.” Sho spoko forcibly, and without Waiting for a ro ply walked eff to the house just ns tho buggy camo round. Jack, feeling very much as if some one had hit him in the fac*, jumped into tho wagon and drovo off furiously, venting hi* own bad temper on the horse with sharp cuts of the whip. He had gone to dine with a party of young fellows at tho Profile houso and Hester found herself wondering when he would come back; tho house was so still and lonely whon hewasout; sho knew she had 1 been rude just before ha left, but then ho was so conccitod. Weil, she would try to atono for it whoa he came home. Supper time passed, but he had not coma, so Hester wont out for a walk along the road, whllo tho setting sun flooded the fields with a gorgeous crimson light. She walked a long time before the sound of approach¬ ing wheels made hot glance up and sho law Jack Kingsbury tie coming along in the buggy, drew up at the side of the road. “Willyou get in Miss Hester aud drive home with mo?" Hester nodded assent and sprang in. At a branch road Jack turned tho horse. “We are on tho wrong road Mr. Kingsbury, ” said Hester. “I know it," returned Jack, “But it is growing late and I must get home." Jack made no reply, but drove on rapidly. Heater laid her hind on tho reins: “Really, Mr. Kingsbury," tho said, “I%ish to go home.” In an instant she tclt his arm about her. ‘ Not before you havo given mo a kiss to atone for your cruelty today,” t|id Jack excitedly. As she turned to look at him Hestor noticed for the first time that his faco ,was flushed and hii breath hoavy with SPRING PLACE. GEORGIA, THURSDAY. NOVEMBER 15. 1888. wine. She pushed herself away from him and said with a forced laugh, “You aro joking, Mr. Kingsbury, and you know I do not like jokes.” “It ii no joke shouted Jack fierce¬ ly, “I wiil kiss you.” ‘•There—you have knocked my hat off—go after it or it will bo lost ia the dark; I will hold the horse.” Muttering something under hie breath, Jack jumped out and walked bock to whoro the hat lay. As he picked it up he hoard the snap of a whip, and looking forward saw the buggy vanishing ia the distance. His wrathful expressions are best left unrecorded. It was a good three milos to the farm, cutting across fields, and the fresh mountain air soon cooled Jack’s excitement. Before he had gono two miles ho called himself a fool and an idiot and his admir. tion for the girl’s high handed way ol ridding her¬ self of him grew with every stop home¬ ward. “By Jove,” ho exclaimed aloud, “she’s worth a dozen city girls! What a fool I was to imu'.t her; she will never forgivo it. I know her well enough for that,” and ho walked on again Luried in thought. IIs found tho door of the farm house open, and after laying her hat carefully on the hall table, wont straight to his room, throw off his coat, and lightod a cigar. There was a knock at the door. “Mr. Kingsbury I” “Como in 1" shoutod Jack. “You ain’t seen Hester anywhere on the road, Mr. Kiajsbury?" queried tho farmer, stepping into tho room. “Hasn’t she rcturaod yet?” cried Jack in astonishment. “No, and the old lady’s a bit ner¬ vous; but I toll hor I reckon Hester'* stopped in to soo a friend, and like aa not sho’s forgot the time, though t’ain’t like Hoster to do it.” “She should have been l.er > long ago, Mr. Brent,” said Jack, springing up and throwing on his coat again. “I foar st-m thing has happened to her. I met Miss Hester near Br >ok farm on my way home, and—well —er—she said she would drive homo, and I walked across the fluid <, so you see sko ought to have been homo first.” Farmer Bront’s wcather-beaton faco had a puzz od, apprehensive look as ho followed Jactc down tho stairs, “Wait a bit—wo’il get lanterns!'’ ho shouted, as Jack opened tho frontdoor. But Jack was already out in tho road, tearing along by tho light of tho moon, far ahoad of tho farmer and some of the farm hands, who followed with lan¬ terns. On he went, looking carefully about him, until he cams to the foot of a strop, rough hilL By tho moon’s light ho couid distinguish a largo, dark object lying ia tho middle of the road; tho buggy had come to grief. Just then from a clump of trees closo by catno tho whinny of a horse. Jack sprang to the spot from which tho sound came, and at the foot of a treo, with the horso standing close beside her, lay Hester. Stooping, he raised her in his arms and spoke to her, but no sound passed tho lips that wore as white as her dress. Hi was a powerful young follow, and, lifting hor easily in his arms, set out for the farm just as Far nur Bront carno up. “She has boon stunned,” said Jack; “I’ll carry her horn 1 ; but I fear your wagon is smaihad, Mr. Bront, though the horso is safe. They mu.t have come to grief on tho hill." What that walk home was to him, Jack Kingsbury never told; but it seemed as if years passed before he laid his lifeless burden on the hard horse¬ hair sofa in tho sitting room. “Fool that I am!' 1 he muttered to himself, in do spur. “Oh, Hester I Hester! I loved you and I havo killed you,” and he pressed his lips passion atoly against her whito forehead. Ho thought she stirred in his arms once, but ho could not be sure, and Mrs. Brent was startlod by his haggard face when he brou rht her in. He helpod to administer restoratives until Ihore was a faint sign of returning consciousness; (hen he went out and threw himself in a hammock on the veranda, only to atart up every few minutes for news of her. At two o’olook Mrs. Brent stepped out on tho veranda. “You must go to bod now, Mr. Kingsbury,” aha said. “Hester’s resting quite easy now. and the dcctor says there’s nothing serious beyond tho great bruise on her head. Thank you kindly, sir, for carrying the dear child homo. I fear it's been too much for you, you look so white.” “Thank met” exclamed Jick, with a harsh laugh, “you've littlo to thank mo for, Mrs Bront. I’ll go to bed, if there Is nothing I can do for Miss Hester or you?” It was late when ho awoke next day, and ho huigied through hi, toilet to get - news of the invalid. She was better, her mother said, though the pain in her head was stiU to bad that she would stay in ‘bed until evening.' ' v, Jack spent a solitary day. He took a long walk and did a great deal of thinking; the upshot of it was that he went to his room and, packed up all his belongings; then ho came down aftor auppor with a smalt bag in his hand looking for Farmer Brink The farmer and all his hands were hut in the fields briugiag in the last loads of hay, and his wife was putting away tho tea things. Ia a hammock on tho veranda lay Hester, looking very palo as Jack sud donly came round the corner of the k ous ’* “Why, Miss Hester, what havo they dona to your boautiful hair? ’ cried Jack forgetting everything ia his as tonishment as he caught sight of the crop of short goldon brown curls which covered her small head. “Oh, they cut it off last night," said Hoster, scarcely raising the long, dark lashes which hid her hazM eyes as tho color crept slowly into her cheeks. “Miss Hester,” said Jack again, his doop voico trembling, “I did notin tend to annoy you again, but I forgot for a minute, coming on you ao uncx pcctedly. No, don’t speak,” aa she opened her lips to reply. “I know all you would say to mo; but you cannot say anything half as bad as what I have said and thought of mysolf. Yesterday I went off vexed with you and in a beastly temper, then I drank too much champagne at dinner, and when I mot you I acted like—well, I haven’t words strong enough to express my contempt lor my own actions in the wagon, and you sorvod mo quite right. I admired your pluck in getting rid of mo. Thank God 1 you were not killed, as I fi arod whoa I picked you up. I thought you were dead, and through my fault. Ohl Hoster, you will nevor know how I felt then. And now tho least I can do in return for all your kindness fs to re¬ lieve you of my prosonco. I came down to ask your father to lend me a vehio’o to take mo over to tho Profllo tonight. Pll send for jny other things tomorrow. I see him coming ovor tho fields now; but bofore I go could you bring your¬ self to say jast once, ‘Jack, I forgive you?’ You will nevor soo mo agala, though, God knows l I lcavo all my happinoss ii leaving you.” He held out his hand and sho put hors into it. “Jack,” she said, in a low, unsteady voice, “I forgivo you,” and a groat tear dropnedonhis brown hand. “Hoster!’ bending over her, “are you-? Bat no, you can’t bo sorry I am going; it is became you are not strong, and I have tired you.” He droppod on one kneo beside the hammock, so that his face was on a level with hers, and he saw that her long lashes wore wet. “You would not care to havo me stay, Hoster, Would you? Don’t you really dislike and dospiso me aftor all?” She shook hor head. “But, Hester, it can’t be; you feel sorry tor me, perhaps, but if I stay it mu;t be forever. I could never brace myself up to another parting.” Sho turnod hor flushed faco from his earnest gaze, but very soft and low he caught the words, “Stay, Jack.”— [Epoch, Shameful Popper „ Adulteration. .... .. The pepper of commerce is furnished by the Piper nigrum or black pepper plan which grows in the East and West ladies. There are two varieties of pepper, known ns “black” and “whito” pepper and both are obtained from tho same plant. Black ground pepper is tho entire berry of tho plant reduce I to powder, while the white consists of the same berry decorticated or deprived of it, outer black husk or covering. The consumer of pepper can be accommodated with au article adul terated to any extent from ten to ninety per cent, and if he prefers to do his own adulteration, a New York facturer of spice mixtures” will Bupply him with the requisite material, while another New York house will make “goods to order for wholesale grocers and druggists” and furnish “spice mix¬ tures.” From inquiry among tho trade in this city it would seem that the pep¬ per mixture can be furnished at ixom two to five cents per pound, while pure pepper will cost about eighteen cent, per pound. Tho United States agricul¬ tural department chemists found bran, roasted shells, corn, cracker-dust, char¬ coal and fibrous matter in samples of pepper—[Baltimore Sun. A race for large steak,—Holstein cattle. HORSE WHISPERERS. Their Mysterious Ascendancy Over Vicious Equines. ' The Wonderful Achievements of Con Sullivan of Cork. It is common i y believed, says tho p arm mg World, that there aro un doubtedly mysterious influences by j I which gained over an immediate the horse independent ascendancy of is the process of teaching or promptinga 0 { affection. There was formerly living j n the county of Cork, Ireland, a family | who laid claim to tho possession of a Becret by which the wildest or most vi c j ous horse could be tamed. This so C ret is said to havo beon originally im part8d by a Bohemian gypsy to the then head of the family, a century and I a half ago, and to havo been regularly transmitted, as a parting legacy at tho time of death, from tho father to the eldest son. Possibly there miy be in j tho county of Cork a scion of the family still practicing, with more or less suc cess, the art of “horse whisporing," but it |j an indisputable fact that at the com mencement of the present century the f am8 0 f Con Sullivan, the then head of the family, for miraculous cures of vic i 0U s horses, had spread far and wide throughout Ireland. Among the many well-attestod accounts of the wonderful achievements of Con Bu livan, “The ' Whisperer,” tho services which ha ren dcred to Colonel Wastenra, who after j ward succeeded to tho title of Rossmore, were the talk of tho wholo country, The colonel had a splendid race horse called Rainbow, and he was anxious to run him at tho racos on ths Curragh of Kildare, but ho was so wild and vicious that his owner found that ha must givo upall thoughts of bringing him out and running him. Ho would bite every one who went neat him, llko tho present Lord Falmouth's brute, Malay Edtis, who “savaged” the late Fred Arbher’a arm, and it was necessary to tic nn his head when the groom who at¬ tended him was with him. If a horse chanced to be near he was sure to bite him or try to; and the legs of the jockey who attempted to mount him did not escape his fangs. Lord DoncrviUe said he knew a per¬ son who could euro him and a wager of $5000 was laid on tho matter. A mes aongcr was despatched for Con Sullivan who was known throughout tho country side as “tho whisperer,” from the sup¬ position that he whispered into the horse’s ear, by which means ho quieted such as wore unruly. ’When ho was told tho state of Colonel Wastenra’s horse ho desired to go into tho stable to seo him. “You must wait till his head is tied up,” was said and repeated by those presont. “No occasion,” said Coo, “ho won’t bite mo.” So in he went, aftor peremptorily ordering no ono to follow him till a givon signal should imply that they had his permis sion. He then shut the door for the unen viable teto-a-tete. In a little more than a quartor of an hour the tig n&l was heard. Those who had been waiting ia alarm for tho result rushed in and found the horso extended on his back playing like a kitten with the whisperer, who waa quietly sitting by him. Both horse and operator appeared exhausted, particularly tho latter, to whom it was necessary to administer bra ndy a nd other stimulant, before he CQuld be MTiwL Tho hori8 Umo aad tla fnm that d Ia th i of 1804 Mr . Wh ale/. King Pippin . . brought . . out . to . at , was run the Curragh of Kildare. He has been described as a horse of the most savage and vicions disposition; ha had a habit of flying at and worrying any person who came near him. Whon ho could t bu heftd touad ba wou ld seize his ^ ^ Uf taeth and d b im from hl , back. The difficulty of man aucb a horse may be conceived, and on this occasion it was impossible to put a bridle on him. The whisperer was now sent for. He remained shut in tho stable all night. In the morning King Pippin was seen following him like a dog, lying down at tho word of com¬ mand, and permitting any person with¬ out resistance to put his hand into his mouth, while he stood “gentle as a lamb." He was brought out ia tho course of tho meeting, was run and won the race. The fame of the whisperer had now spread throughout ihe country, and his services were in extensive demand. This extraordinary person had been noticed in many and various publica¬ tions. Crofton Crocker speaks of him in his “Fairy Legends’* as an “ignor¬ ant rustio ample of testimony tho lowest class,’’ his extraordi¬ white he bears to nary powers. Crab Farms. | Tho crabs are sent to this city, says ; the Now York Telegram, from Long ; Island, Now Jersey, Delaware, Mary land, Virginia and perhaps from bays and inlots further south. Alt persons who go to market know how tho crust¬ aceans aro shipped. Thoy come in flat slatted boxes or crates, wrapped in damp, salt-smelling seaweed or grass. They nro very cheap et the water sida and rather expensivo in market. Per¬ haps the finest crabs are found in tho wnters of tho Delaware and Maryland peninsula. The Chesapeako and its ! hundreds of tributaries on ono side, and the Atlantic, with its many bays and inlets, on the other, abound in all good things that swim. Not tho least of those is tho crab. From Havre de Grace to Cape Charles tho soft shell crab is eaton in abundance by the in¬ habitants, and the surplus is shipped north to foed the opicures of Now York and New England. The shallow waters about Chincot eagua Island, on the Atlantic sido of Accomac county, Virginia, swarm with soltshetl crabs at this season. Whoever goes to Chincotoague finds set before him at .dinner oysters in at least throo styles, whito perch and crabs. Hot broad is an invariablo accompani¬ ment. Down ia Sussex county, Delaware, is perhaps tho only crab farm ia the world. It is on Indian rivor, a shal¬ low stream flowing into Indian River bay, and is farmed, oddly enough, by one of tho few surviving Iudians of the peninsula. This particular Indian is one of a score or so who farm thoir own lands and iivo as civilized a life as any whito inhabitant of their native state. Strangely enough, too, they have a special school system of their own, became thoy will not send thoir chil¬ dren to the schools set apart for col¬ ored children and are not permitted to send them to tho schools fox whites. Tho crab farm Is a very suc¬ cessful institution, where the farmer studios tho ways of the crab, provides or him tho most suitable food and promptly takes him out of his native element whon the market offers the most inducement. Hundreds of crates of sofuhill crabs are sent up from the poninsula every season and not a few ol them come from the Indian River crab farm. Making Soothing Oil Rockets. The use of oil to calm troubled waters is well known, and tho latest invention, that of scattering it abroad through the medium of rockets, sccmi likely to prove invaluable. Lieutenant Cottman, of tho Hydrographic office, thus explains in the Mail and Express how rockets are mado: “Above the rocket composition tho shell is prolonged an inch and a half to receive the oil cylinder which contains within it an exploding chamber filled with powder. Some loose powder is poured on top of the fuse composition and the cylinder then slipped on tho rocket. The stick is weighted with lead to balance exactly, so as to prevent trembling. All being ready, the rocket is set off from a tube, and follows the direction givon it. The burning com¬ position finally roaches tho loose pow¬ der, and the flame is communicated through a small hole in the bottom of the cylinder to tho bursting charge of powder within tho exploding chamber, the cylinder is thrown forward and ex ploded, , ^ and the oil spread upon the surface of tho water.” The rockets have been tested and found , to bo successful in their work. Arabian Table Etiquette. The eating operation is performed by the Arabs in this wise. Five of them seat themselves around a large bowl of rice surmounted by a skinny fowl, all being curried. Two seize tho wings with their fingers and two the legs; and simultaneously tearing these off, leave tho carcass to the fifth, afterwards tak¬ ing out the rice by handfuls aud dex¬ terously conveying it to the mouth with a peculiar jerk. One mark of hospi¬ tality shown to guests when at tablo consists in tho chief, rolling up some rice into a ball In the palm of his hand and aiming it at his guests’ widely dis¬ tended jaws. Os one occasion this piece of civility was shown to myself hut not being an adept at the art of swallowing rico balls when so projected, the effect was anything but what my kiad entertainer anticipated, for inde¬ pendent of being nearly chokod, tho grains wore scattered, or rather splut¬ tered, over the table in a manner that elicited roars of lau -btor even from tho grave Arabs. This, of course, was tho last experiment of the kind tried upon me. NO. 41. “The Norway Sheep.” The fierce wind breaking from his beads comes roaring from the west; On every long, deep rolling wave the white horse shows his crost As if a million mighty steeds had buret their masters’ hold; For the wild white sheep of Norway aro com¬ ing to the fold. The storm-drum shows its warning sign; the sea gulls swoop and cry; The fleecy clouds are driven fast across the stormy sky, Along the sands the fresh foam-gouts in ghastly sport are rolled; For the wild white sheep of Norway are coming to the fold. Wistful the fisher seaward looks, out from the great stone pier, Wistful ho stands, tho breakers’ call along the cliffs to hear. To hear across the flowing lido, tho ceaseless rock boll toiled, While fast and fierce the Norway sheep are coming to tho fold. “The wife and bairns will got no bread from yonder sea,” he thinks, As his idle coble by the staithos strains at its cable’s links; Small use to bait the lines, or soo tho broad brown sails unfurled, When the wild whito sheep of Norway are coming to tho fold. “God guard the ship; at sea tonight," the stern old sailors say, Straining keen eyes across the waste of heav¬ ing, tossing spray, Recalling many a hitter night of storm and dread of old, When the wild whito shaep of Norway were coming to the fold. Ohl there is many an aching heart, here In the red roofed town, As wives and mothers hear the blast come wailing from the down; Who knows what tale of death or wreck tomorrow may be toldi For the wild white shaep of Norway are coming to the fold. —[All the Year Round. HUMOROUS. Forcod politeness—Bowing to noces sity. Notos for travollon—Bank notes aro the best. A matter of great interest: Ton per cent, a month. , Lawyers, ought to be good jpocts; thoy mako lots of “verms.” Neptuno is probably a dude. He*is tho ocoan swell wo hear of. Tho mute-ability of man is shown at tho deaf and dumb asylums. A china set—tin efforts of a well meaning hen over a bogus ogg. English sparrows mako tough pies— sort of gutta-percber, as it were. A masher is often like a lobster— Green until ho gets into hot wutor. A man makc3 liii maiden speech when ho nskos a youig girl to marry him. An actor who forgois hii lines can bo in a be x and on the stage at the samo time. Any man can livo within his income. Tho trouble is to livo without an in¬ come. It is a queer coincidence that red is mado from madder, and bulls are made madder by red. “Givo mo n scrap-book," said a boy ia a book Btorc, and the clerk handed him a copy of "Fistiaaa." Book Agent—Then I can't persuade you to buy tho “Lifo ot Gladstone?'’ IVitley—No, sir. I cannot conscien tkudy take nay man's lifo. Nurse: Doctor! doctor! By mistake I gave the patient a spoonful of ink in¬ stead of medicine. Doctor; Weil, make him cat blotting paper right away. Innocent Youth—IIow I admire Miss Tm: quill o’8 calmness! Sho nevor loses her self-possession. Tart Maiden—And never will, Nona of the young men want her. « If tho party who stole our umbrella wiil return it to the person from whom wo stolo it thr.t party will return it to its original owner, from whom it waa borrowed by another fellow, who hung up the dealer for it, and no questions will bo asked, American Visitor (in Paris) — “When do you close your restaurant?” Proprie¬ tor— “Nevor. Open night and day for tho past throo years; founded under 'Francis L” America i Visitor—“Do you really moan to say that you never clost ?’ Proprietor—“Only during revo¬ lutions ; and then there is a back en¬ trance.” Ethel’s four-yoar-old brother fre¬ quently amu ed himself by thumping Ethel's steady caller over tho head with his tiny fist«. Ho was thus employed ono evening when he suddenly stopped, exclaiming: ‘ Si.ter said me musn’t hit oo on iho head,” “Did she? Why?” asked Cholly, evidently pleased siith tho young lady’s solicituio. “Tunas,** prettied tho artless one, “she said it might dent it. ”