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About North Georgia times. (Spring Place, Ga.) 1879-1891 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 6, 1888)
i I m 90H*?h x 3 □ h Wd I II GEORGIA TIMES. t - - ,fm. TTTT « New Series. 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. $ IS * * 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. 1 • ■ 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. tr 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 ^ 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,
