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^AftHSR,} Proprietors.
Hie Victory of the Vanquished.
Granted the odds are against us; granted we
enter the field,
When Slate has fought and conquered, broken
our sword and shield.
What then! Shall we ask ifor quarter, or say
that our work Is done?
Bay, rather, a greater glory is oursif the field
bewonl
'Tiawnr with the wrong of years,—with
prejudice, pride and hate:
Against the world’s decree, and the frown of
an evil fate.
But even it hope should fail us, still we may
do and dare;
At least there is left the Courage born of the
soul’s despair.
A crown to the one who wins! and the worst
is only a grave;
And somewhere—somewhere still, a rewkrd
awaits Hie brave.
A broken shield without, but a hero’s heart
within, *
And held with a .hand of steel, the broken
sword may win!
—Youth's Companion.
TEE DEACON’S SIBLS.
BY HELEN FORREST GRAVES.
“I never saw any one alter so much in
my life,” said Granither Allen. “There
wasn’t a prettier girl than Deborah Hale
all the oountry through, ten years ago,
and now look at her!” M
.
Gran’ther Allen was smoking his pipe
out on the porch, where the morning
glories, trained to strings, made a.pret
ty stenciling of light and shade on the
floor.
His wife, a hearty old woman, with a
. complexion like a rosy Spitzenberg ap¬
ple, had just come to the .door.
The Allens kept the postoffice, but
here in Pumpkintown the mail-coach
passed through only twice a week, and
the Thursday letters were all sorted
over and dealt out to their owners long
ago.
On the other side of the wide, maple
shaded road stretched the well*painted
fences and thrifty out-buildings of the
Hubbard Farm, and it was of Mrs, Elias
Hubbard, tbe deacon’s second wife, that
Gran’ther Allen spoke.
‘!iseck«M» t ’;„.jeid Mi*.
she has a pretty hard scramble of it.
Deacon Hubbard he don't believe in
keeping no * hired help, and them three
step-darters, I sort o’ reckon they ain’t
easy to manage.”
“Milly ain't bad-hearted,” observed
Gran’ther Allen.
“No, and no more ain’t Abby; and
little Esther she loves Mrs. Hubbard as
if she had been her own mother. But
the deacon he squeezes every cent afore
he pays it out. If Deborah was a hired
help, she’d get wages, but I guess she
don’t see the color of much money as
things is now.”
While the old postmaster and his wife
were thus discussing the private affairs
of the handsome, white-painted farm¬
house opposite, the dwellers therein were
greatly rejoicing over a certain piece of
luck which had befallen them, in the
shape of a bequest from a certain ancient
grand-uncle, who seemed to have over¬
looked the necessity for dying until
now.
He had left fifty dollars each to Milli¬
cent, Abigail and Esther Hubbard and
each was discussing how she should
spend this financial windfall.
“Better put it in the savings bank,
gals, ” said Deacon Hubbard, sagely.
“But it was loft to us to spend as we
pleased, father,” pleaded Abigail, a
handsome, red-cheeked girl, with very
black hair and eye3 of the shallow, glit¬
tering ebon of a glass bead. “I should
so like a crimson cashmere gown.”
, “No, Abby, no,” said Millicent,
whose style of beauty was decidedly that
of Titian’s Fomarina. “A gown in¬
deed, to be worn out and done with!
Now is tho chance, if ever, for a
piano.”
“A—piano!" Abby uttered the
words with a gasp. “But fifty dollars
yvopldn’t buy a piano,.”.
“A hupdred pnd fifty would go far
toward it on the instalment plan, and
opt of the egg and butter and straw¬
berry money we could easily manage the
rest,” explained Millicent.
The deacon stroked his chin thought¬
fully. In his estimation a piano was
the most frivolous of all things, yet
there was something in Milly's business¬
like way of putting the question that
gratified his paternal instincts.
“The girl knows what she’s talking
about,” he said to hlmst*#.
“Oh, Milly, wouldn’t that be splen¬
did!’ ecstatically cried out Abby, danc
„ ing up and down. “Where would you
buy it—at Downes’ store?”
“No, I’d send direct to Bridge¬
port,” said Millicent, who was evidently
SPRING PLACE. GA.. THURSDAY. MAY 16, 1889.
the master spirit of the two. “Downes
would have less variety, and he’d charge
more into the bargain. I will write to¬
night if you think best, Abby.” J
“But what does Esther say!”
“Esther will say just as we do, of
course.”
Esther Hubbard, the youngest and
quietest of the three, was busy fn paring
apples for a certain favorite pudding . of
the deacon’s.
Her eyes were cast down, her cheeks
flushed.
“No,” she said, in a low voice, “I
can’t join in the piano project, girls.
I’m very sorry, but—I’ve spent my
money.”
Deacon Hubbard dropped' his news¬
paper, and stared over the tops of his
spectacle glasses.
The girls gave a little start.
“Already? ” cried Abby.
“But that’s nonsense 1” said Milly.
“You couldn’t, you know. You haven’t
been anywhere.”
At this moment there was a myster¬
ious bumping sound on the doorstep—a
knock—the entrance of a gleaming piece
of furniture, accompanied by two stout
men.
“I’ve bought a- sewing machine for
mother,” said Esther, springing up so
suddenly that the apples, pared and un¬
pared, rolled all over the floor. “And
here it is! Seth Pollock, down at the
store, is the agent. Uye seen mother sit
up and sew weary seams by band, night
after night, for so many years, after a
hard day’s work in the kitchen and
washhouse, that I made up my mind she
shouldn’t endure it any longer; so I put
Uncle Ebenezer’s money into a sewing
machine—a present to you, mother
dear!” «
Little Mrs. Hubbard burst into tears.
“Essie, my darling! But I can’t let
you sacrifice everything to me in this
way.”
“Whom else should I sacrifice to,
mother!” whispered Esther. “Who is
,
my beat friend and dearest
"Who do I love best in all tho world!” ;
“I never did believe in teaching my
women folk idleness,” snarled he.
* ‘Hand sewin’ was go od enough for my
first wife. I guess it wouldn’t have
hurt Debby much. And if Esther was
so anxious to get rid of her money, I
could have used half on’t to buy a new
ox cart!”
“But you have so many things, fath¬
er,” pleaded Esther. “All your work,
mostly, is done by machinery, and
mother has to toil so endlessly.”
“Humph!” commented the deacon.
Millicent frowned; Abigail shrugged
her shoulders.
Evidently, no one was in accord with
poor little overworked Mrs. Hubbard,
but Esther.
“I’m very sorry,” said Esther, “that
I haven't enough money to help you
with the piano, too. I do so love music.
I always longed for an instrument.”
“Oh!” said Abby, with a toss of her
black braids, “we shall have the piano
all tbe same; no you needn’t be afraid.
It will only take us the longer to pay
for it. One thing is very certain—you
shall never strike a note on it.”
Mrs. Hubbard followed Esther out
into tbe kitchen.
“Oh, Essie,” said she, “youshouldn’t
have thought of me. The girls are se¬
riously angTy.”
“I can’t help that,” said Esther. “If
they had any eyes, they would have seen,
long ago, that this horrible sewing, in
addition to everything else, was killing
you!"
“But don't mind their refusing to let
you share the piano, Essie,” whispered
the stepmother. “Mrs. Pritchett has
one at the parsonage, and I used to play
when I was. a girl. We’ll go down
every day or two, and 1 will teach you.
Abby and Milly laugh at Mrs. Pritchett’s
old-fashioned piano; but there'a a deal
of music in it yet!”
“I dew declare,” said Gran’ther
Allen, as the maple leaves began to car¬
pet tbe paths with scarlet, and even to
scatter ruby jewels here and there in the
road, “Deacon Hubbard’s wife is pickin’
up a deal! 1 never seen her step so light
afore, and she aerially sings at work—a
thing she never did before!”
“It’s the sewin’-machine," said his
old wife. “I took a seam over, yes’day
afternoon, and it jest made a game o’
play outea the hull thing.”
Bo that, when Mrs. Judge Basset gave
her May party tho next spring, and in¬
vited Mrs. Hubbard, the invitation was
accepted.
“I feel ever a a much younger since
that sewing-machine came," said she.
Mrs. Basset had a grand piano, and a
pianist who came from Bridgeport at ae
much a night; but when the company
arrived, lo and behold 1 the professor
had not put in auappearance.
“Dear me,” said Mrs. Basset, what
am I to do! Won’t any of the young
ladies present oblige me with a waltz,
just to get the dancers oij the floor?”
“The young ladies present” giggled,
looked at each other, but made no
move.
Deacon Hubbard leaned across two
intervening matrons and spoke to Mil
licent.
“Daughter,” said he, “you can
play?”
Millicent grew pale.
“I couldn’t strike anote,pa,” said she.
‘Tm too nervous.”
“Abigail, then!"
“Oh, please don’t ask me! I should
only break down l” twittered Abby,
shrinking back.
The deacon frowned.
But in the midst of his wrath a light
step passed him. Esther, in her simple
white serge dress and blue ribbons went
up to the piano, and quietly seating her¬
self, began to play that wild, sweet cre¬
ation where joy and sorrow seem to strive
in the most musical of refrains—“My
Queen.”
Every chord in the famous grand
piano rang out. The dancers sprang to
the floor.
Esther went on playing, as if her fin¬
gers were instinct with musical magnet¬
ism.
The deacon rubbed his spectacles; Iris
bard features worked.
“I declare,” said he, turning to his
wife, “that is music 1” I dunno wheth¬
er to laugh or to cry. And is that really
our little Esther! How did she ever
learn to play like that? And the other
girls keeping their piano tight-locked,
too, all the time.”
“I have been giving her lessons all
winter on Mrs. Pritchett’s piano at the
parsonage,” said Mrs. Hubbard, her
eyes lighting up with love and pridA.
“And I think—dear^ .little Essie—she
does me credit.”
“Well, I swan I” said Deacon Hub¬
bard. “I am proud of her—yes, I am!
There ain’t no use denyin’ it. And
what’s she playin’ now—a quadrille? I
declare, it sounds just like the old
country dances they had when I was a
boy! I’d like to go down the middle
myself, if only some of th old friends
could stand up with me again;” and the
deacon surreptitiously wiped his eyes.
“I must get Essie to play that old tune
some time when we’re alone, ” said he.
The professional arrived soon, full of
excuses for her delay, and Esther was
relieved, with the cordial thanks of her
hostess.
“I didn’t know you were such an ar
tisteJ” said Mrs. Basset.
And the two other Misses Hubbard
were ready to eat each other up with
envy and chagrin.
“Now I tell you what, - girls,” said
Deacon Hubbard, when at last they
reached home, do you just unlock that
piano, and give your sister a fair chance
at it, or I’ll turn you and it both out of
the house. She can play better than
either of you, and I mean she shan't be
treated worse than a pirate any longer.”
“Oh, of course, as she ' really does
play I” tartly remarked Milly.
“But how were we to know it!” said
Abby.
“I guess you know it now,” said the
deacon. “I was up and down proud of
Esther tonight. Come here and kiss mo,
my girl! There’s a flute somewhere up
garret, and I mean to screw the pieces
together, and see if I can’t remember
some of the good old tunes we used to
like when I was a boy. P’raps we can
have some duets. And mother shall
play, too,” with a kindly glance at his
pale little second wife, “if ever she gets
time to play anything else than the
everlastin’ click, click o’ that sewin’
machine.”
From that day there was a change in
the social atmosphere of the Hubbard
farmhouse. Milly and Abby, so long
the,ruling elements, fell into the back¬
ground. Epther and her stepmother be¬
came the queen and princess royal.
“And,” said Esther, father is so kind,
and home is so homelike—and it is all
owingto the money Uncle Ebenezer
left us.”
“N6,” said Mrs. Hubbard, quietly,
“it is all owing to Esther’s sweet nature
and generous heart.”— -Saturday Night.
Mrs Slimdiet—Have some more of the
mackerel, Mr. Boarder! Hr. Boarder—
No, thank you; but I’ll take a bucket of
water, if you please.
A HANDY REMEDY.
qses of Salt in the Kitchen,
I - Nursery and Boudoir.
.
An Effective Cure For Many
f* Physical Ailments.
( The medical uses .of salt are many, and
it is apaever-ready and handy remedy. For
the toilet—it is a good and inexpensive
dentifrice, as it is a thorough cleanser
of the teeth, and hardens and makes
healthy ri^derately inflamed gums. Used in a
strong solution, an occasion¬
al shampooing of the hair in a weak
^elution, is said to be a sure cure and
Heventive of falling out of the hair, es
.1 pecially after a severe illness. Some
people suffer with very tender feet, the
ppins in them almost equalling those of
neuralgia, but two weeks’ treatment will
core them entirely. Keep the feet for
tfm minutes every night in well-salted,
tepid water, then rub them dry, till
warm. It is a sure remedy. Many good
physicians recommend a weak solution
of salt and water for imperfect
digestion, and a glass drank every
tporning, immediately on rising, is
good for anybody—as a general tonic
appetizer and regulator. For a. “cold
in the head,” snuffed up the nostrils, in
a medium weak solution, it will relieve
at once. We have known severe chronic
eases of cataarh entirely cured by per¬
sistent use -of. this simple remedy, salt
and water every night and morning, for
seven months, when the best efforts of
the best physicians failed to do any
good. It should be used milk-warm.
The disease, catarrh, requires a long
ipombat, wetting rid but of. it is a disease well worth
A gargle of salt and
’pater is often better fer a soro throat
*|San chlorate of potash, and a handful
.the pi rock salt in the water for the bath is
next best thing after an “ocean
dip,” and fa a decidedly good tonic.
.^“Heart-bum” ch, and all and -kindred dyspepsia, ailmenteate acid
relieved greatly by drinking a glass of
cold water, with half a teaspoonful of
salt dissolved in it. A little dry salt on
the toqgue will prevent any stomach
trouble after eating nuts. Strong salt
and water is a good antidote for many
poisons, is safe, and should always be
tried at once, as it is always at band;
and in any case where an emetic is needed
it is sure and safe. In many cases of
hemorrhage* it will s!op the flow of
blood, and especially after the extrac¬
tion of teeth. . It is cleansing and heal¬
ing, as well as astringent, in its proper¬
ties, and, therefore, it is a good appli¬
cation for ordinary ulcerations. One of
the most wonderful remedies for cancer
used by a successful specialist' *in that
department is a paste made of the white
of egg and common salt.
A simple and effectual means of pre¬
serving the eyes and the sight is the use
of cold water, the right use of it, cold,
but not ice cold;' l?ut cold, not tepid.
During cold weather,dash it every night
and morning into the eyes, till they
smart. It is exceedingly strengthening
to them, both eyes and lids, and the of-'
feet upon the sensitive organs in a couple
of weeks is really wonderful. It is Na¬
ture’s own good remedy. While we do
not belong to that class who advocate
cold water as a curs for all the ailments
poor humanity is “heir to,” yet we know
from observation, as well as h^jpy ex¬
perience what we are writing. It is a pre¬
valent idea, yet a mistaken one, that warm
water soothes the eyes, and is benefi¬
cial to them, while in reality it weakens
them, and it should be used. only in
cases of inflammation, of the lids especi¬
ally, and then with a little salt added.
A person who had been suffering for
years with very weak and sensitive
eyes—“tired eyes all the time” as she
expressed it, was persuaded to stop us¬
ing warm water, and use cold instead—
occasionally adding a little salt, and the
improvement and change for the better
was both immediate and rapid and per¬
manent.
Salt has been said to be a never-fail¬
ing remedy for intermittent fever, a
trouble generally stubborn, and hard to
control or break up. The salt should be
laid in a moderate oven; dry till it be¬
comes brown, the color of roasted coffee.
Then stir one teaspoonful in one glass of
warm water, for a dose. It should be
taken on an empty stomach the morning
of the day on which the fever is to come
on. It causes, of course, a gnat thirst,
but as little as possible should be drank.
Rich broths, but no solid food should
be taken till the fever yields to the
Vol, IX. New Series. NO. 15.
treatment. This is said to be a won*
derful remedy.
A sure cure for bowel troubles and
“summer complaints,” especially dysen¬
tery, is one large spoonful of salt and
two of strong cider vinegar. Over this
pour one point of boiling water. When
cold, take one spoonful every hour, till
the trouble is overcome. This is said to
bean “old woman’s remedy,” but eveu
physicians acknowledge that old
women’s remedies are sometimes very
good .—Next York Independent.
Training Dogs.
The bull dog is much more easy to
train and control than is generally sup¬
posed. He possesses quite as much brain
power as any of the larger dogs. His
appearance is very much against his
character for gentleness, and this has
caused people to shun and avoid him, so
that his disposition, however pleasant it
may have been originally, has been made
cross and savage by the treatment which
he has received, though he is eveu now
much less ferocious than he is believed
to be. No dog is capable of greater af¬
fection than he, or shows more gratitude
for any kindness. Pure high-bred dogs
of any kind are hard to train, for the
reason that they are too high-spirited.
The mongrels of the street can bo much
more easily trained, because they can be
much more easily controlled. In select¬
ing dogs to tt M,in, , jnuch. depends upon
the purpose for which you wish to trstin
them. For the canine tricks which we
are accustomed to see done by perform¬
ing dogs upon the stage and in circuses,
French and German poodles aro among
the best, and tho most frequently usod.
The former aro especially good for the
purpose, owing,- doubtless, to the fact
that the French having made a great
specialty of educating their poodles for
many years, and the progeny of educated
dogs, like that of educated people, grow
more and more, susceptible’of cultivation
with each succeeding generation. The
law of hereditary descent is’ nowhere
|»etter established than g dogs.
The only proper way to trainjt dog is by
kindness. Tho dog should Ifearn
through love and should bo encouraged
and rewarded. There are not a few
professional trainers, however, who train
their dogs by brute force. In that case
the animal learns through fear. His
spirit is broken and ho is beaten into
submission. Still, some dogs are like
some children and cannot be influenced
or controlled until fully convinced that
you are their master, and one sever*
whipping for that purpose is sometimes
an absolute necessity.— Picayune.
Tree Planting.
The planting of trees has become so
general that there are now seventeen
States in which a particular day, at the
season of the year when trees are juit
starting into life, is celebrated as Arbor
Day. Tho credit of inventing the day
is due to Governor Morton of Nebraska,
who contrived it as a means of raising up
a barrier of trees against the fierce bliz¬
zards of the West and the scorching
blasts of the South. States where trees
were once so abundant as to be consid¬
ered by the agriculturist as worthy only
to be cut down and burned—that being
the quickest method of getting rid of
them—are now welcoming Arbor Day ai
a promise that they may be restored to
that condition which they lost by the
destruction of their forests. Thus Mich¬
igan, lately a wilderness of forest, and
sending even yet annually to market
more lumber than any other State, has
become sensible of the need of trees for
other purposes than to be converted into
lumber, and in 1S86 made the experi¬
ment of Arbor Day, designated by a
proclamation of Governor Alger as the
11th day of April. The most recent
adoption of the celebration or anniver.
sary was by California, on November 27,
1886. Arbor Day is not a legal holiday
in New York State.
Serio-Comic Legerdemain.
Tho North China Herald tells the fol¬
lowing story of a Canton festival: Dur¬
ing a theatrical performance there was
some practice with what were apparent
ly heavy weights, and at the conclusion
the performer swung one of them round
and hurled it to the audience. It should
have opened and covered the spectators
with flowers, but by some accident it re
mained closed and struck Mr. Alabaster
on tho mouth, breaking several of his
teeth and causing a serious wound in
tho face, which had to be sewn up.
Glancing off Mr. Alabaster, it struck the
lady next to him rather savagely on the
shoulder, and then hit the Americao
The District School Teacher.
Oh, the clamor I Oh, the clatter! of the dis¬
trict public school;
Oh, the trials of the teacher! be he man, or
knave, or fool;
With a history class reciting “Washington
was born In June,”
And a little prattler asking, “What makes
spots come on the moon?”
“Won’t you please topointmypencilf” “May
I go and get a drink?”
Teacher, with the utmost patience; tries to
keep the lesson’s link.
History class keeps on reciting, “Bunker Hill
is in New York,”
“Won’t you make Will stop pinching?’
“Teaoher, I can’t find my chalk,”
“O, dear mo! my pencil’s broken,” “What
does w-a-n-t spell?’
Teacher grabs a cedar ruler, tries his best
the noise to queB;
Comes a smack from back of achoolhouse,
followed by a stifle! moan,
Strikes his bell .in desperation, “Scholars,
. you may all go home,”
-The Neio York Voice.
HUMOROUS.
Always play to win—A band of rob
bers.
A strike for brilliancy—Lighting a
match.
A plain talk—A conversation on a
prairie.
Can be snuffed without sneezing—
Candles.
Even a small barber may be called a
strapping fellow.
Some heavy ocean swells—The com
modore captains.
Tho careless servant is a great piece
maker in the household.
A visit to a grocery is generally the
beginning of a new order of things.
What a difference it makes whether
■you put “Dr.” before or after a name.
& Tobacco men object to tobacco smoke
-r*-when it is their own factory that is on
fire..
A staff is used for support, but be
causo bread is the staff of life it doesn’t
make one lean.
Next to waiting for a verdict, the
most Boul-harrowiug,. enjoyment is
keeping the baby asleep.
Visitor—What an aristocratic looking
cow you have. Milkman—Yes. She
belongs to the creme de la creme.
When a modern youth becomes en¬
sconced In a street-car the ladies dis¬
cover that ho doesn’t belong to the rising
generation.
When the legislatures of the two Da
, kotas get to enacting laws for those
states they are likely to make it a penal
offense for any person to own a ther¬
mometer.
Quillpen—You have made quite a suc¬
cess of the profession of teaching, haven’t
you, Birchrod! Birchrod—Yes; I have
always endeavored to put in my best
licks at it.
“Riches take unto themselves wings
and fly away,” said the teacher. “What
kind of riches is meant?” And the
smart boy said he “reckoned they must
be ostriches.”
1 ‘Old Mr. Skinner is a very charitable
man, isn’t he?” “Oh yes; of course.
But if be ever casts his bread upon the
waters he expects it to come back a sar¬
dine sandwich."
“Why, you knock the breath out of
me 1” said the puffing forge bellows to a
sturdy blacksmith. “Well, what of it?
You’re the worst blower I ever tackled!”
replied the perspiring farrier.
A Disastrous Contribution.—Agent '
(to sour-faced lady with capital):
Madam, I am soliciting funds to start a
benevolent enterprise for the poor.
Sour-faced lady: “I can’t give you
money, sir. I have boen fooled too
often. All I can do is to lend my coun¬
tenance to the scheme. Agent (sadly:
. That would simply ruin it, ma’am.
Two Rivals of the Telephone.
Bell’s telephone monopoly is confront¬
ed with two dangerous enemies. Gray’s
telautograph is one of these and Essick’s
type-writing telegraph the other. Gray’s
device transmits writing perfectly, and
properly applied would take the place of
the telephone, having the additional ad
vantage of greater secrecy. The other
j device is not so well known. The syi
! tern has been in operation between this
city and Npw York for soihe time, using
one of the Postal Telegraph Company’s
wires. Its use on short circuits wae
proven practicablb some time ago but
kept secret. Robbed of technicalities,
; Ike system is simply one by which a
type-writer at one end of a line is made
' transmit currents of varying intensity
to
which .-fittsburg operate a type iL writer at the other
'end J