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I ; ^ Mountains.
i Afarrre -- -- l, _Jpii<rof the Sabbath bell,
u . the Eabbath throng,
Whose voices to day in worship swell
With jubilant notes of song.
Alone on a lofty Alpine height,
Bathed in a,flood of resplendent light,
Wl.hAhegiiltering peaks of snow in sight,
We gather for morning prayer.
Though small riny our congregation bs,
Scarcely exceeding the “two or three,"
The Master himself is there.
Nd pealing o*gan proclaims our praise,
No preacher’s voice is heard,
Our phorister’s psalm on this pearl of days
! Is tlfat 6t ‘the happy bird;
Oaf music the sound Of the rushing rills,
f j4 Pouring down from the snowy hills,
% As each, its appointed work fulfills
Leaping down through the flowery dell;
‘ And the wonderful works 'of our Father
pm <*ach
j .. JJorelhan Or tfio the-wise-taudbestoou'd preach,
tongue of the learned toll
Though MM they TO Pi-.*##! in ,
seem eternal might or.
rayed,
There once was a day, we know,
When the bill’s foundations first were laid
And first they were crowned with snow;
But whenjn fire at the last great day
All that is evil must pass away,
Bb wh not hope that the mountains gray
Majt delight our awakening eyes!
Emblem Of ail that is pure and bright;
Pointing up to a world of light,
And a glory that never dies.
—{Lucy Taylor, in Word and Work.
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BARREN HONORS.
My mother M • 7
was left early a widow,
}tod Wjtefivo nothing children, all girls. We inher
from our well-born ances¬
tor* Sftyq well-formed noses, wbito
* .hands and low, cultivated voices. My
* mother was a proud and courageous
* woman. fjo searco was money with U 3
that wo early learned, to rise from a
'* daintily -served dinner cruelly hungry,
' and though darn l^cl redarnour spotlessly clean
|g9 simple dresses. , Poor mother,
( yas a stern rule, (tut I think of tho
long hours during which sho plnyed tho
part of housekeeper, governess and
*|AgM|stross, and marvel at her strength
iad and body.
' J was invitod to-spend
a: th OUr father’s dotisin,
a Mrs. Beaumont, who lived in ■great,
style in London. Sin was thlt most
■elfish of beings, a hypochondriac. That
I might do her some credit, Mrs. Beau
mont ordered a suitable outfit for me,
and fine clothes and good food soon
transformed mo from a pale, stooping,
dark eyed strip of a girl, into a tall, up¬
right, handsome ycuag woman. She
wa» too hopelessly sunk in self to ob¬
serve the change, and it was not until
her favorite nephew came on his annual
visit ^hat the admiration which his
young face too plainly showed, opened
her. eyes to |he fact that I was a penni¬
less beauty, the, most dangerous being
in England, whore mon nnd women are
seldom given in marriage but often
bought A and sold. troublosome,
seono was therefore
t my hostess contented herself with de¬
claring herself worse, and ordering her
doctor to prescribe soa air. Jack Beau
motet was requested to accompany her
to the Ide Of Wight, and I was packed
off home. I shall never forgot my
mother’s start of surprise when she saw
- the change in my appearance. All that
Waning she remained very thoughtful,
•ndjl began to fear that my unexpected
••turn.was hardly welcomo, until two
days later, wh:n with hor sweetest
amtUf she informed mo that I was to put
on one of my most bocoming drosses
'ted bfibtvo my prettiost, as she expect¬
ed an old iltfcad to luncheon. My
younger sisters were ordered off to par¬
take of a cold dinner in the school¬
room, and my mother and I awaited
Lord Silurian in the. drawing room, I
know him to be one of the oldest, as to
title, of England's peers, and I had
heard a whis|er P&tt iimma might
have beaq his countess had hor youthful
beauty been made more attractive by
the hundred thousands of pounds ster
flng which the lady that ho eventually
married had brought him.
"HAcifme; a grim-faced, stiff old gen¬
tleman,. who put a double eyeglass and
soafinodtne closely. A glance of mu
tual intelligence passed between mam
ma and his lordship, whioh * did not
tend to pat me at my However,
I smiled and talkedM* ir#ll as I could,
with a beatii ipi After luncheon
1 was order*
others, r^ s
kissi 1 , saying: “I*ord Silurian will
b: son, Lord Trenton; to call on
W, sy." Thera Was something in
her lo ind tone *t sent mo to my
sinking?’ of heart
m
d
Trenton came, Saw, and as it eventually
proved,' conquered. I thought him a
mqftt vacant youth, but my mother ex
p9l£od that he WAi tery much struck
with me, and •‘such a dear, simple,
SPRING PLACE. GEORGIA. THURSDAY. DECEMBER 6, 1888.
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■ Shy hoy, .notwithstanding his great
wealth ! awtl liigh position."
The Wedding day came and I had
seen my bridogroom but twice. On
those occasions his father ha I been m
the room'. Lady Silurian I had not
seen at all; her husband brought me a
magnificent tiara, necklace, earrings
and bracelets of diamonds—.the Silurian
diamonds were famed—and regretted
that his wifo was too great an invalid to
present them in person.
I havo small recollection of tho cero
mony; but I remomler that my father
in-law bent over and guided his son’s
hand when ho signed tho registry,
laughing, and calling him a nervous
fellow. I wrote my maiden name,
Olivo Chase, for tho last timn, and im
mediately after I, accompanied by my
father-in-law and husband, drove to
Limestone Towers, tho home of the
Silurian family,
Thero -I made a hasty dinner alone in
one of tho magnificent rooms which had
•been sot apart for me, and slipping on
a gorgeous wrapper, I tried to forget
my woes in tho pages of some of my
favorite books. Ere long my tired
head fell back on the sofa and I slept.
I awoke with a cry and a sonse of
terror. A number of wax lights shed a
sbft radiance over tho handsome room,
the perfume of rare flowors filled the
air, and bondiug over tho couch on
which I lay, his hot breath fanning my
cheek, was tho man I had married,
with an expression oh his face and in
his evil, shifty eyes, which God grant I
may never see on any human face again.
For t* moment I was paralyznd with a
feeling of sickening terror, then I rose
from the sofa and moved toward the
table. .
*'Where are you going!" ho cried.
“Not so fait. Don’t you know you are
mino now?"
In an instant ho had me in his arms,
aud was holding mo so tightly clasped
in his embrace that I pantod for breath;
while ho wont on: “Yes, you’ro mine,
safe enough now. I’ve got away from
that old imp-who’* been standing be¬
tween u*. Ho thinks Fm safe with
Black. He’s a deep one. Yes, you’ro
mine, and I can toar your great, sad,
black eyes out, or pinch your white
flo-h, or bito you until the blood
comes."
‘ Oh l" I gasped. “If you are mortal
rnl not a fiend, tako mo to Laly Silur¬
ian; tako me to your mother.”
My words called forth the wildest
laughter.
‘Lidy Silurian!’ ho cried. “You’ll
never sco her, sbs’s mad, as mad as a
hatter; cureo li r, that’s where I got it
from. We’re qll mad but that old imp
of a father of min?, and ho'd bo mndioo
if ho wero not tho evil one. Your
mother Wanted tho money, and she’s
got it; she’s got £50,000, and I’ve got
you.”
Tho look which he cast on me froze
my very blood, but by this time I began
to sec all too clearly the naturo o£ the
snare into which I had fallen.
I moved forward but he seizod my
dross, and placed one hand over my
mouth and made his teeth meet in my
,
shoulder.
Tho pain was so intense that I almost
fainted, my knees gave way and I fell
to tho floor.
“By God!" ho criod, “doad al¬
ready 1’’ The exclamation gave me an
idea: what if I ware to feign death? I
acted on it, and presently heard him
moving about the room, muttering to
himself. When I knew him to be at
some distance I half opened my eyes,
and saw to my horror that he appeared
to be trying to open the wind ow. Sud¬
denly he desisted, and I heard him
murmur, “No, this side won’t do. I
want her to fall into tho moat and then
ho won’t find hen The bedroom win¬
dow’s the one.’’
He turned his steps toward the bed¬
room, which adjoined.
Isprang to my feet, gained the door
which opened into tho hall, as I sup¬
posed, and found myself in a long,
dark corridor. Down this I ran until I
reached a narrow staircase leading up¬
ward. Agonizing fear lent wings to
my feet I gained tho upper floor, and
went swiftly down a long corridor
which ran the length of the opposite
wing of tho house, hoping to find some
maid-servant’s door ajar, for it was im¬
possible to leave the houso in my present
dress, or, rather, undress.
Fortune favored me. At the far end
was a large closet, or, more properly,
small room, around the walls of which
were hung the servants’ Sunday dresses.
I appropriated one of these, a black
shawl and plain bonnet, the veil of
which would serve to mask me well.
I felt no fear as 1 glided down the
three long flights of oaken stops which
led to the back entrance ball, and in
ten minutes gained the high road, which
skirted the park waifs, I set out brav^
ly for my three miles' walk -to II—
where I could take the earliest train for
London. Here I knew I could dispose
of one of my plainest rings to pay my
fare to the city. *
In M-1 posted one line to my
mother. “Whan I can forgive you,” I
wrote, “you shall see me again."
My disappearance was hushed up, but
I afterward learned that Lord Silurian,
my mother, and one other moved heaven
and earth to find me. Two handsome
rings, by which I. might have been
traced, I sold immediately in London,
and long before the money I thus gained
was exhausted I had boen introduced
by a young woman who lodged in the
samo houso with me to a manufacturer
of artificial flswers. Ho gave mo work,
and thus I lived, if such an existence
may bo called living, for three yoars.
Strango to say, my landlady camo
from noar Limestone Towers, and
through her I learned that the Silurian
heir was generally supposed to bo
“queer” at times, and always dull, bru¬
tal and heavy; that his unfortunate
mother had beon mad for years, and
that some poor young lady had finally
married Lari Trenton, .but had left
him the next day never to return.
Oae evening, more weary and down¬
hearted than usual, I was dragging my
tired limbs slowly homeward, after tho
day’s work, when a passing hansom
stopped suddenly, from which sprang a
young man, who seizod my arm, crying
“Thank God, Olive, you aye found at
last.”
It was Jack Beaumont. Jack, good,
doar, handsome as ever.
“Ob, Jack,” I cried, breaking down
and sobbing pitifully, “tell me all
about them, mamma and the girls, only
don’t tell them whore I am else they
will want me to go back to Lord Silu¬
rian, and I can never forget him,
nover.”
“Old scoundrel I I should think not.
But he can’t molest you, dear Olive;
now that his miserable son is dead he
ihas no more authorily qyor^p^th^n J
“Dead! Jack,” I cried.
“Yos, three months ago. Ah, Olive,
naughty girl to hide from me. If you
know how I have suffered."
Oa my twenty-first birthday I became
Mrs. John Beaumont. My mother to
this day thinks herself the aggrieved
party; and has to remember that my
purchase money enabled her to find
suitable hbsbands for all her girls before
she can forgive me for refusing to profit
by her excellent bargain.—[The Wis¬
consin.
Wlint-tho Cow Gives Us.
American dairy interests are atart
ingly enormous. They represent an in¬
vestment of nearly twenty-five times tha
entire bank capital of the country; that
is to say, the bank capital is a littlo
less than $971,000,000, while the dairy
interests amount to more than $3,000,
000,000. Of course our readers can not
swallow such frightful figures in a lump,
and we will, therefore, arrange them in
several smaller, but still heroic, doses.
The number of milch-cows is estimated
at 21,000,000. They give each an aver¬
age of 850 gallons of milk annually.
This would mnko an aggregate milk
production of 7,350,000,000 gallons, a
miniature ocean, a fair sized Niagara.
Four thousand millions are used for
cheese, and the remaining 2,650,000,000
pass through the adulterating hands of
tho milkman and grocer, and down the
throats of 60,000,000 men, women and
babies in. this land of freedom. The
quantity of _ , butter manufactured , , , and
used is about 1.350,000,000 pounds, and
of cheese 6,500,000 pounds. The value
of our dairy products for the last year
was nearly $500,000,000. This is $20,
000,000 more than the value of our au
nual wheat yield; while it closely^ap
proximates that of ottr corn crop, which .
is tho most valuable of our farm prod- I 1
ets. To support this . dairy
immense ;
herd 100,000,000 acres of pasture land
are required, worth-$250,000,000. It
is easy enough to sec, therefore, that
4,000,000 farmers in this country aro
an important element of our national
welfare and prosperity.-[Holstein
Friesian Register.
A Needle in a Haystack.
Young Mr. Sissy (to hi3 pretty
cousin)—Oh, Maude, I don’t know what
to Ho. Oao girl wants me to play ten-,
nis, another croquet, and another some
thing else. They will dwive me crazy;
I shall certainly lose my head.
Pretty Cousin—You must be careful j
about losing your head, Charley; you
would never fincl it again.—[New York
Sun.
A salt codfish breakfast and a rubber
overcoat will koop a man dry through i
long storm.
THE RAISIN CROP.
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An Important California In¬
dustry Described.
Processes of Converting Graphs
Into Raisins.
Tho gropes are brought to the pack¬
ing-house, assorted into two grados be¬
fore leaving the field—into tho layers
and loose. The former grade is taken
immediately to tho sweuthome, where
thoy remain from seven to ten days.
The sweathouse is a close room, with
doubfo walls' packed with sawdust. The
purpose of .sweating the grapes is to
bring thorn all to an equal state, the
berri.sona cluster that are overdried
receiving moisture from thor juicier fel¬
lows, and any super-abundant moisture
being absorbod by tho stems, which are
thus rendered pliable and adapted for
packing without breakage.
The loose, consisting of tho more
ragged bunches and the berries that
haye parted from the stem in handling,
nrd run through a stammer. This is a
large machine, not unlike in general
appearance to the ordinary grain separ¬
ator. The dried grapes are fed into a
hopper at the toy; and, after passing
through a contrivance which separates
them from tho stem, they pass down
through successive sieves and come out
at bottom in four grades, the two
of which are of superior quality,
and are boxed ond labelled; and the in
factor grados are simply sacked and
sent out as “dried grapes.” The stammer
referred to is a tery perfect machine,
and is the invention of Mr. Johnson,
who is connected with the establish¬
ment, But beforo being packed these
loose raisins are put through the sweat
ing process, just the same as tho clusters.
Tho packing of tho raisins is done
pr ly by the women and girls, of
loro ^tour are 800 employed. For
sizes of boxes are used,
’•-ads. tiMgjtpa, Wmo also fifteen smaller and twenty
aro paper
boxes, called cartoons, in which aro
packed particularly fine clusters for the
holiday trade. In the packing process
there aro four grades—three of the clus¬
ters and one of the looseu It will be
understood that tho first-class loose
raisin is of about the same quality as the
first-class clutter, but the latter is more
attractive and dedrablo. The packing
is done with exceeding care, the clusters
being so arranged that the pressing
process, the last one he Toro the lid is
put on, will not break the stem?, and in
case of the loose tho berries ato ar¬
ranged with mathematical accuracy.
This is the work that is performed Ly
tho females, for which their natural
nimbleness of finger and inborn love of
neatness especially adapts thorn. For
this work thoy aro paid by tho piece, and
some of thorn become wonderfully ex¬
pert. In
addition to the womon employed
there aro about 100 men connected with
the establishment, making in all 4.50
persons omployed at this one packing¬
house.
When it is remembered that there are
several other packing establishments in
tho town or vicinity, besides which sev¬
eral of the larger raisers put up their
own product 3 , some idea of tho extent
of this particular branch of tho industry
may be obtained. The raisin-pneking
season extonds over about two months.
Tho grapes aro dried by tho growers,
and the company only begin to handle
tho crop after it to dolivered at tho
packIn hou 0 la tbo sweat-boxes.
The present year has been a most
prosporoua onc both for the raiser and
pftckor . Tho early heat ri d tha
oa tho viQ0 ito earl Tha ber .
rie8 wero cxccptionall la \ and lus _
ciou9 and tho woather u aii to bo
ti , rfect for dryi By reason
of getting into market earlier tho pack¬
crshavo boen able to paya ood rica
—5 cents por pound—for the dried
grapes, and the quality they have boen
able to put upon the market thh year
has been suporior to that of any pro¬
vious With iacreaaed experience
COQm an incraasad cxcoUeace in tho
product, not only in Fresno county, but
of the entire State, and California will
have but little fear in placingher rai ins
on the markets of the world in competi¬
tion with tho product of Spain or any
other foreign country.—[Fresno (Cal.)
Expositor.
Slippery Water.
“Isn’t this rain-water nico to wash
inf” asked littlo Elsie,
“Do you like it!” answered her
mother.
“Yes, I just do,’’ cried tho littlo one;
is so soft and smooth that my face
slips up in it}"—[Chicago Tribuaa,
Pet Boob in a Tenement House.
A young grammar school la 1 sends
‘the New York Telegram the following
account of a colony of honey bees in an
uptown tenement. He says:
“I was surprised to find a colony of
bees top of a toll tenement in east Har
lorn, near 112th street, tho other day.
Tho hives stood in a kitchen, by an Open
window, and, strangely enough, thoy
were allowed to go all over tho bouse at
their will They are the pets of an la- I
telligent Italiaa factory mao, who said j
(translated in English):-! am very i
fond of bees, and have kept several,
swarms of them ever Since I came here. |
Thoy are the most 'intelligent pets J
ever had.’"
“But don’t they sting?" asked the re¬
porter, as a quart of the insects prepared
to settle about his head.
“Ob, no; thoy love us all, and will
never sting unloss compelled to do so,
in self defence, when we accidentally
sit on them. Their worst habit Is steal¬
ing. They watch their chance to get
into the pantry and steal sugar and
sweotmeats. On sevoral occasions the
sugar bowl has been left uncovered,
and long enough for tho bees to carry
off its contents.
“Do they make much honey?"
“Yes indeod they do. Tho hive is
nearly full all the timet We give it a
wide birth, as wo only keep the bees
for pets; thus their confidence in us re¬
mains unshaken and they love us and
grow tame. You can’t fool a honey
bee. It understands its business much
better than most men, and will investi¬
gate all wrongs done to its household
with nearly as much logic as the aver¬
age lawyer uses in a criminal case.
When it presents its little bill back ac¬
counts are soon settled. Thoy swarm
every summer, but take care to give as
little trouble as possible. They always
light on tire), the bed or bureau (aover oa
the st and when thejr settle in a
bunch! put them, with my bare bands,
Into another hive. When we have
mortt bejss than wo care for, Igivo’cm
away, -I formerly lived in Now Jarioy
where Ikcpt 40 or 50 swarms. Ttiey
are great travelers, and sometimes go
many miles for honey. Their principal
routes aro to the city parks to Staton
Island and the buckwheat fields of
Long Island and New Jersey.”
One of tho boys of tho household,
who has; no doubt, carefully investiga¬
ted the bees, said the hive was “over¬
flowing” with honey.
Tho Italian’s bees are loved by every
member of the family except a big, old
cat, who once intruded upon the in¬
sects with disastrous results. Since
then the cat gives them a wile berth
and wears a sour face when they swarm.
Koeuc’s Fortune.
Jim Keene owed his fortune to a
woman. Tho impoverished widow of
an old friend of his came to him onco
with $800 worth of diamonds, all she
had loft, eagerly begging him to buy
that amount of a certain stock. “Bat
why?’’ Bho had boen employed as a
seamstress at tho homes of F oil, Fair
and O'B ion, all former friends of her
husband’s. At one of these houses sho
had overheard an account of a wonder
ful bonanza just than discovered near
Virgiaia City. Keene took tho dia
mends, a wedding gift to this poor lit
tie woman from her mother. He in.
vested their value in the stock desired,
Oa the announcement of tho new dis
covories the stock jumped from $28 to
$00, the : rou to $100, $160,
up to $285. At that point she
asked him to sell. Sho thought,
herself worth about $35,000. J5he waS 1
in a fever of excitement. Keen?, slim!
and tall, was ns cool a§ a cucumber. I
“See how much Mr3. has with
us," he told his cashier. The answer
came, “Mrs.-ha3 $570.000, les^
commissions, making $562,870.’’ Koeno
asked if she would havo a check for the
amount then, but, receiving no answer,
found she had fainted. Ho had made
$10,000,000 himself in the deal, all of
which has ho since lost in tho American
Monte Carlo—Wuil street. The little
woman whom he enriched now dazzles
people with hor diamonds, keeping her
mother's gift as a talisman.—-[America.
She Hitched.
She was an old fashioned woman
She stood on tho step of an open car,
and the lady at tho end of the seat
sulkily refused to slide along. The old
fashioned stood thoro for a long minute
with tho driver looking hack and ready
to move on, and then loudly demanded:
“Well, hain’t you going to hitch?"
Tho lady gave her one awful look and
agitated herself clear to the far end.—
[Detroit Free Progs.
As well to create good precedents u
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NO. 44.
A Prophecy.
Seren unblown lilies by a ragged wall,
**
Bo ^ bent again;
Now ’twere well to test, maybe, ,
My great gift of prophecy!
rhree shaU bloom for loy9i ud three shall
bkjora for death,
One shall bloom for help until its dying
• breath;
Buds of hope grow on apace. :
Ho ^° tha t “J^Lely grows,^
You may be forme, who knows!
liHes-by a raged wall,
B?v(m fullblowc ulioS) sleek and aim and
tall;
Seven lilies in the sun,
Gleaming there, like silk new spun;
Gleaming, glowing, unaware
Death of them must have a share.
And yet as I watch them, aht what sweet
surprise
Comes up all unbid to look out of my eyesl
My love stands there, toll and grave,
Where the shining lilies wave;
Plucks them one and two and all,
Leaves forlorn the raged wall.
Lot he comes apace and lays them at my
feet;
Lol he whispers: “Love, this i* offering
meetl”
Yet what of my gifts so dear,
Wisdom of an old-time seer!
All that Bplendor bloomed for me;
To the winds my prophecy I
—(J. Gertrude Menard in Boston Traveller _
HUMOROUS.
Made out of hole cloth —Porous plus
ters.
We presume that Cork has a large
floating population.
Many a political candidate beats his
opponent by a scratch.
The poet is often saddest when he
sings, and so are the readers.
Tho owners of furniture wagons are
possessed of a moving spirit
A grade necessity—Tho abolition of
grade crossings by railway tracks.
A man advertises for a private tootor
to instruct his son in tho art of cornet
,.playiag.; 'f —w
The shoemaker need hare no fear of
being without work. His occupation
is ever-lasting.
If coroners wore paid by the body
they would not care how many corpses
railroads brought in for them to sit on.
Speaking of hard times, a dollar bill
will go as far now as beforo tho war—if
sufficient postage is put on tha enve¬
lope.
“Was that pair of shoes half-solod?’’
“Yes, sir. A one-legged man came
here this morning and bought one of
them.”
“Aw, take a tumble," said one circus
performer to another. “Excuse me," he
rep'ied, “but that isn’t in my lino. Tm
a cannon ball artist,
Guest (at fashionable hotel)—Seem;
to me I have seen you boforo. Waiter
Yes, sir, I was a guest here last year,
“Ah! That accounts for it I was a
waiter here last year.”
Our Chemist (proudly): “This is my
0 i de3t boy , Mr. O’Hoggarty.” Mr.
o»h. : “Sure, Mr. McPhil, I didn’t
want anybody to toll mo that I can
geo your liniments in his face.
A man who sent $1 to a New Yorker,
who advertisod « How to LWo 100
y eara> .. receivod in reply a postal catd
bearing the legend: “Don’t die during
tho firat 00ntury of your existence."
Gentleman (at evening , enterlam- . .
an
me sir, but am i no
grossing the Duke of Wynn Wylyys?
Addressed (drawing him
up w.th hauteur)-S:r, I am tbs
9a Wa 8r *
“Do you know, Mr. Da Bhine, that
they aro talking of oponing an asylum
for dudes?" “Awh, you era facotiou 3 ,
Miss Candid. And why don’t they open
it?” “Because they can’t find a build¬
ing large enough.”
A western magistrate who decided
that a person may fry onions, reg irdless
of the inconvenience the odor of the
cooking givos tho neighbors, was de¬
feated for re-election last week by 1
majority of 1500 in a vote of 1575,
Some people are discontented even
when you give thorn more than they
ask for. A tramp who asfced for a
quarter en tho street the other day com¬
plained loudly when the police officers
gave him quarters in tho polico station.
Hero is a horse story that equals the
one of tho hens that became so accus¬
tomed to moving, that whonever they
saw a covered wagon they would lie on
their backs ready to have their legs
tied. Ho hes changed hands so often
that every time a stranger comos
around ho opens his mouth to havo his
teeth examined so that his ago may be
arrived at,