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About North Georgia times. (Spring Place, Ga.) 1879-1891 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 3, 1889)
[TH GEORGIA TIMES. fe tho sun sinks , ■* fnd the cooliug shnde^HB And the sky is tinged wilHj light, Of the window-glow of the home at night When the wanderer, long astray, Sees the welcome of loved ones near. There the Home Land lies, the fair, Heaven blessed, And I turn where’er I roam, Go the setting sun that is e’er the same SEsaveuly Father lighting the fireside flame, On the hearth of the Wanderer’s Home, In the Beautiful Realm of Rest. —1m B. Cake, in Detivit Free Press. TIGER LILY. A mid-summer moon was shining down on the uneven surface of the wild mountain plateau; tho lights of the lit¬ tle settlement shone like yellow dots of flame, here and there. Tonight the barracks—mere rude wooden enclosures they were, as flimsily constructed as a child’s card-house—were in restless commotion, for the men were to break camp on tho morrow. Six months they had been stationed at Omayo. When first the straggling settlement sprang up around the moun¬ tain mine, whose hidden treasures had attracted tho inhabitants, there had been trouble with the wandering Indians who haunted tho slopes higher up—as much the fault of the whitej3 as of the rei men, it is but just to say. But the United States protects its own, and a body of mca were stationed at onc3 string at Omayo, until tho settlement was enough, figuratively speak¬ ing, to stand on its own foot. ■ And now Ihe emergency was over, and the sol¬ diers had blTea “ordered to "a military post a hundred miles or so to the north¬ west. Old Joe Jernigan sat smoking his pipe on tho board platform in front of his “General Supply S.ore.” All the evening it had been full of customers, but now, as the hands of the wooden clock neared tho figure nine, he was at liberty to come out to his splint chair a nd smoke his pipe and stare at the moon, while Captain Irving Ismay sat on the cracker barrel inside and talked with Lily. Lily was Jernigan’s niece and book¬ keeper, and in addition to this tho very apple of his eye—a tall, dusky-eyed, handsome girl, with a peachy complex¬ ion, and hair full of bronze glints and gleams. “Tiger Lily,” the miners called her, Bometimes in reference to the fime spirit of her own that she had, and a self-as¬ sertion which she was very apt to show if once she suspected that any of them were not treating her with due respect. Lily was adding up the books for the da^ < .(OyUoe was no scholar, and by dou for SPRING PLACE. GA.. THURSDAY. OCTOBER 3, 1889. ill ch*. Tory well. Nice night, pa’tit!” m smoked on. BFe l|Pary division is getting tomorrow.” told.” ptain’s inside, isn’t he, talking ■Rigan nodded without removing ins pipe from his mouth. Dorsay half rose, then sat down again. “Weiy” sfdd he, “I guess I won’t disturb them. ” Jernigan answered only by a sort of sly chuckle. “A nice man, that young Ismay?” Oace more old Joe nodded. “They’ll get more civilized quarters, I’ve heard, at Morton’s Pass,” observed Dorsay, leaning back against the cedar post that formed one of the columns of the rude portico. “Ismay's wife is to meet him there.” “Ismay’s which?” “His wife. From Saemmento City. Didn’t you know he was married to old General Purviance’s daughter? A runaway match, two years ago. Quite a romantic story! 1 ’ “No,” said Joe Jernigan, “I never heard it.” Dorsay talked a little longer, but old Joe paid no sort of attention to his words. He did not even know when the young foreman went away. “Ismay’s wifel” he kept repeating to himself—“Ismay’s wifel What will Lily say—poor Lily 1—when she knows it? By gum 1 I’ve a mind to pitch the fellow down into the gulley when he comes outl What business ha3 a mar¬ ried man lurking around here, talking nonsense to the girls? But he’ll find it won’t pay to fool with my Tiger Lilyl No, that it won’t 1” Captain Ismay went away presently, with a careless, good-humored adieu. The old man glared at him as* he de¬ parted, with red, savage eyes like those of a Spanish bull who faces the mata¬ dor. The moment he had vanished behind the madrona thickets, Jeraigan sprang up and made for tho solitary road by a short-cut which would bo sure to inter¬ cept the wayfarer some quarter of a mi le below. In his hand he grasped his open jack¬ knife; his heart beat like a muffled drum. ‘ ‘My Tiger Lily!” he kept repeating to himself; “my own little ewe Iambi There’s but ono way to deal with the scoundrel who comes here to make a football of her heart. No captain in all the United States army can do that, and hope to escape alive 1” He stood there waiting, but Ismay did not come that way. “I’m baffled for once,” Jernigan mut¬ tered. “He has taken the Redwood road this time. No matter! I’ll hunt him down yet. He’s to be in the place twelve hours longer. They’ll have to detail another captain for duty at Mor¬ ton’s Pass, that’s all. I shall hear him when he comes down past the Echo Rock, and I shall be ready for him I” Ho returned slowly—still drawing breath quick and fast—to the Msoden platform all steeped in moon ■jtt and sat down once more in the chair. store ho could hear Lily's CJLmoving around, as she ■■ash drawer and put the By-book away. Tio, she hummed a snatch fe i'ho soun 1 went to old tfntly happy she ;ame out into ; her long * <• ffioll her?'’ thought the BPRor ^Rly pet lamb, that 1 a king’s rausoml I to pick and choose my yorcta^like a preacher or a lawyer. But [lo’d ought to know—yes, she’d ought I knowl” ■ “Uncle Joel” said Lily, after a mo wit or two of silence. ■‘Yes, my girl 1” ■‘There—there’s something I want to P-OU.” “Is there, Lily!” His heart sank within him. Was it coming now! “You won’t be vexed, Uncle Joe?” she said, nestling her head close against his arm. “1—vexed with you, my girl? That ain’t up-and-down likely, is it? But I’ve done wrong, Lily—I’ve forgot that a great rough man like me ain’t the sort to look after a tender chick like you. I should ’a watched closer, Lily—that’s what I should have done.” “What should you say, uncle,” whis¬ pered Lily, “.f—if lam to get married and leave you?” “To—get married, Lily?” “Haven’t you suspected this, uncle, of late?” “Yes, I have," said he, “but, oh, Lily, is your heart very much in this!” “Uncle!” “Has ho asked you to marry him, Lily?” “Yes, uncle.” “Then”—tho old man flung his clay pipe down upon the ground, where it broke into a score of fragments, and muttered a deep execration under his breath—“he’s a villain, that’s all." “Uncle! ’ cried out tho girl. “And a double-dyed one at that!” said the excited old maa. “Lilyl Lilyl he has a wife already at Morion’s Passt He’s going to her now.’’ Lily had lifted her head and looked earnestly at her uncle. “But uncle, ho isn’t going to Mor¬ ten’s Pass.” “Yes, he is—tomorrow. And I wish he’d fallen dead before ho ever came to Omayo with his epaulettes and his jingling spurs, and his false, handsome face 1” “Uncle 1” cried Lily, “whom are you talking about?" “About Captain Ismay, to-be-sure.” “But what has Captain Ismay to do with it?” “Everything, hasn’t he?” Lily knit her pretty brows in a puz¬ zled fashion. “Nothing at all,” said she, “except that he’s been an excellent friend to Reuben, and we’ro both ever so much obliged to him. Only think, uncle— he’s got the contract for Reuben to be chief electrical engineer at North Mari¬ no in tho new works there, and when¬ ever you can spare me uncle—’’ “Reuben!” burst out Joe Jernigan. * ‘Yes, to-be-sure—Reuben Dorsay. We’ve been engaged a long time now. Do you mean, you dear, darling, 3tupid old uncle, that you never suspected this?” “Never!” said Uaclo Joe, smiting his knee with his fist. “But look here, Tiger Lily, do you love him?” “Yes, Uncle Joe.” “And ho loves you?” “Of course he does.” “Then,” said tho old man, “I haven’t a word of objection. I shall be awful lonesome without you, but as long as you’re both happy, why, it s all right.” And as he kissed her forehead, she thought she felt the touch of a tear¬ drop on her brow. “But it can’t be possible," said Tiger Lily, to herself, “because who ever heard of Uncle Joe shedding a tear.” But Tiger Lily did not know that this tear was not one of grief, but rather of thankfulness that there was no blood guiltiness on his hands.— Saturday Night. Taking a Philosophical Yiew. It is told of a prominent business man of the city that he bought through a broker bonds to the amount of $10,000, and on receiving them put them into the outside pocket of his overcoat, walked to the head of Milk street, where he became entangled in a crowd ■d had the bonds stolen. All this was Hly a somewhat exaggerated case of Carelessness, but what followed showed that the maa was a philosopher. Tho usual steps were taken to dis¬ cover and recover the missing securi¬ ties, but when somo days had passed without any clew the owner began to concludo that he should never hear of them. “Well,” he remarked to his broker one day, when he had dropped in to ia quire whether anything had been heard of the stolen securities, and his ques¬ tion had been answered in the nega¬ tive, “there’s one thing about it; all i k'se is the interest of the money." • “Tho interest of the money?" repeat¬ ed the broker; “why, you have lost the principal, too, haven’t you? ’ “Oh, not at all,” was the reply; : ‘mj heirs lose that .”—Boston Courier. A DANGEROUS DROP. Men Who Jump From Balloons With a Parachute. An American Aeronaut’s Ad¬ ventures in Holland. Professor Young, an American aero¬ naut, who has been giving exhibitions abroad—ascending to a great height from a balloon and then jumping out and floating rapidly to earth by means of a parachute—said in an interview with a New York Sun representative at Cincinnati: “In America tho hot-air ship is prac¬ tically tho only one known; on the other side everybody, with the exception of Williams and myself, uses the gas bag. On that account wo commanded higher prices than tho others and made money out of tho venture. We con¬ tracted with a dramatic and variety agency, with headquarters in London and branches in every city in Europe for twenty-one ascensions in May, June and July, to be paid for at the rate of |5000 for oach sovoa ascensions, or $15,000 for tho season, the ascensions in May to be in the provinces and Hol¬ land, while during Juno and July wo were to remain in London and show only at the Alexandra Palace. “The Hollander does, not take kindly to an exciting exhibition liko ours. He wants a pleasure that ho can sit down to, and which will not interfere with his quiet content. The first ascension 1 made there was at a summer garden on the borders of the Hague. It was with the greatest difficulty that I could get enough boys to take sufficient interest in the matter to help us to hold the balloon down while it wa3 being inflat¬ ed. In every other city the thing was such a novelty that we had to keep tho overwilling helpers away with clubs; bqt at tho Hague they all sat about lit¬ tle tables, with mugs of beor at their elbows, the women knitting, the men smoking long pipes. And even when everything was ready, and taking my place at the mouth of the parachuto, I yelled out the Dutch for ‘Let go, every¬ body 1’ and was jerked into the air at a mile a minute rate, nobody got up to run after me. Not a pulse in the party apparently, made an extra beat, The people looked after me calmly, and as soon as a tree hid me from their view they went on with their talk and their knitting. It was tho coolest reception I ever received. It broke me all up. For a little while I was the maddest man in Holland; but only for a little while. When I came down I found ona who was a good deal madder, and who convinced mo that the Hollander can get excited when he thinks it is worth while to do so. “The country under me, from a height of 2,000 feet, looked hollowed out like a ditch, tho dikes forming the brim or edge, and, as tho whole coun¬ try is thickly settled, I chose the broad¬ est stretch of unoccupie d land that I could see in my path to fall upon. Un¬ luckily it was a vegetable garden, and the owner—a short, stocky little Dutchman, with the waist of his trou¬ sers coming up to his armpits-—was waiting for me to come down. He made frantic motions for me to gc away and to land in a canal on tho bor¬ ders of his place, or at least that was what I judged he wanted from his mo¬ tions; but I came straight down, almost on top ^of him, all the same, landing squarely on my feet in a celery patch. The pull of the parachute, before it dropped, dragged mo through the fiold for several hundred feet, my boots ploughing up the soft ground and crushing the celery. When the ma. chine came down finally it flattened out about fifty square yards of growing vegetables and broko the Dutch¬ man’s heart. He stood perfectly stiff for three or four minutes, while I sat down on the parachute frame to catch my breath, with his hands clasped be¬ fore him, an expression of the most hopeless misery on his face. Then he gradually recovered, and for twenty minutes ho alternately swore at me and cursed his fate in a stream of Dutch, which was only made intelligible by his actions. At the end of that time Henry Becker, the local agent of Ware & Son, came to the scene and quieted matter i down by promising to pay all tho dam¬ ages. Four hundred . guilders (about $160) was the owner’3 first estimate of his loss, but when Becker suggested that the better plan would be to count Vol. IX. New Series. NO. 35. the injured celery stalks and pay for them at the rato of a stiver (two cents) apiece he instantly acquiesced, as the market price at that time was only half as much. There were 193 stalks injur, cd, and when the Dutchman found that his whole damage did not amouni to more than $4 he was ashamed of his anger and set up a lunch of Rhine wine and a kind of sweet cake with caraway seeds in it. “The next place where I ascended in Holland was at Amsterdam, and I was so greatly incensed at the phlegm of the natives that I did not take my usual precaution to look about and got my bearings just before entering a cl >ud, and the result was that I found myself completely lost. I had noticed upon going up that tho current of air was car¬ rying me toward tho Zuydcr Zee, but I had no idea as to whether it had shifted or not when I entered tho cloud. There was nothing to be seen above, below or around me but fog. I did not want to cut loose until I was entirely clear of t’Jo city, and I did not caro to be carried out to soa. In clear weather, or even in the clouds, when one has taken proper precautions it is possible to choose the landing place; but when at last I pulled the cord and sent tho knife through the rope which fastened mo to the balloon I had not the remotest idea as to what was under me. As it happened, the shifting wind had carried mo back al¬ most to the starting place, and I camo down on a pile of lumber in a lumber' yard in Amsterdam. The parachute pulled me with it over the edge of the lumber pile and whipped me against the side of the next heap, but in two or three days I had entirely recovered from the bruises.” Robbing a Pelican. While they were stoppiugto overhaul a huge pile of seaweed their attention was attracted by the comical, asthmatic cries for food from somo young pelicans from their nests of driftwood in the mangrove trees. The old birds were hard at work diving for fish in the la¬ goon. Tho boys watched one, which was quite noar them, with considerable curiosity. It would fluttor an instant over its prey, then plunge down, and with open, dip-net bill resting on tho water would adjust the catch in the ca¬ pacious pouch beneath. In one of these expeditions a gull, with trained and eager eye, hovering near, settled down on Papa Pelican’s broad head, and as the fish was tossed about so as to drop into the pelican's pouch the thievish gull, would adroitly snap it up and sail away with a derisive “ha, ha!” while the pelican, as if accustomed to this sort of pocket picking, simply flapped heav¬ ily up again to renew its search for food. But the gull, as the boys speedily saw, had laughed all too sood. For down upon it from the neighboring shore swooped a strong winged fish hawk. With a shrill cry of alarm the gull darted now this way now that, in zig¬ zag lines, striving with all his power to escape. Fear and fatigue prevailing,he let his choice stolon morsel slip from his grasp. Then the hawk, with a lower swoop, clutched the falling fish and bore it away to the nearest rock. — St. Nicholas. Oldest Organ In the United States. Tho oldest organ in the United States is said to be in St. John’s church, Portsmouth, N. H. It was imported by Thomas Brattle in 1713 and presented to the society worshipping at King’s chapel by him. There was such a preju¬ dice existing against setting it up that the cases containing its parts remained unopened for seven months, after which time the organ was in use until 1756, when it was sold to St. Paul’s church, Newburyport, In 1836, St. John’s church, Portsmouth, N. H., became the owner, paying $450 for the instrument, A new case was provided, the old pipes and wind chest being found in perfect order. There the organ is today, doing service in the vestry, where the veteran is regarded with the tenderest solici¬ tude. Snakes Joined Like the Siamese Twins. A. J. Renew, of Telfair County, Ga., was in McRae recently, and said that while plowing ia his field a few days ago he unearthed a pair of twin snakes about six or eight inches long and of a greenish color. Their bodies were grown together for about an inch near the center. They had two separate and dis¬ tinct heads and tails, and when touched would lick out their tongues and show fight. He kept them until they died. The Shape of tlic Skull. Is a man stupid, or brilliant cr wise; Surpassingly able or dull; It all depends on his cranial bumps. Depends on tho shape of his skull; And there are some things that some men cannot do, Let them struggle and try til they’r* dead, Unless they can build a big L on their brain And alter tho shape of their head. Then do not attempt those impossible feats, And struggle until you are gray, On tasks for which you were never designed For your skull isn’t shaped tho sight way. Shape the shape of your life by the shape of your skull; Build your life to the mould of your brain; Run your cars on the track that was built for your use. Unless you would wreck the whole train. A church is not used for a storehouse, a shed Is not used for a home or hotel; By the shape of the house, as by shape of the head. Its various uses wo tell. Then dou’t try to fight against nature’s design, You’ll find it hard work and small pay. Don’t squander your strength on impossible feats When your skull isn’t Bhaped the right way, For the world is filled up with irrational men Who struggle and try to attain The cloud-bannered peaks of impossible heights, Without the right bulge of the brain. For the plastic skull of the man is shaped By a fato that is greater than he, And he must judgo by the shape of his head The trend of his destiny. Then judge by the fit of your cranium ease; Don’t squander your powers, I pray, In reaching for unattainable things When your skull isn’t shaped the right way. —S. W. Foss, in Yankee Blade. HUMOROUS. Calling a halt—“Hi, there, y.'.u crip pie!" The road to ruin leads through the wicket gate. Berry pickers get what they can and can what they got • A circular saw—the maxim that trav¬ els round the world. You cannot always tell the amount of gas in a poem by its meter. Curious—That a fast youth goes the pace still faster when checked tho most. Why had a poor singer better sing to an organ than a piano nccompauiment? Because of the frequent stops. Dairyman’s Son—A mouse has fallen into the milk. His Mother—Did you take it out? Boy—No; I have thrown the cat in. The man who is in the habit of try¬ ing to gat to the bottom of things should beware of falling overboard in mid-ocean. When we go to the circus the sights to see Many a thing will a mystery be; But with this question wj often cope, How can a man be steady on a tight rope? Teacher—Sammie, how many bones are there in the human body—your fa¬ ther’s, for instance? Sammie—One; he’s the ossified man at the museum. Rejoice, O young man, in tho days of rhy youth, but remember that, big as he is, the whale does not blow much until he reaches the top. Young Lady—“That parrot you sold me last week doesn’t talk at all.” Dealer—“Yes’m; you said you wanted one that wouldn't be a nuisance to the neighbors.” “Why are you so agitated?” inquired the glass of tho palm loaf fan, which was in a great fluttor. “Because I have teason to believe that you are about to get drunk.” “You do not sing as much as you used to, Mr. Tompkins?” said a young lady. “No.” “What is the matter?" “I fear I have lost my voice. ” ‘ ‘Then let us hope nobody will find it.” Ella—“Where will you pa$3 the sum¬ mer 1 Are you going into the country l” Bella—“I don’t know, I’m sure. Papa said something about going into insol¬ vency, and if he says so I suppose we shall have to go there.” I am sorry to give you pain, Mr. Fer¬ guson, she said, to the kneeling youth, but your score is a goose egg this time. Not much, Miss Kajones, he replied, haughtily as he rose up and took his hat; you can’t prevent, me from scoring a home run. *’ A musician brought to despair by the poor playing of a lady in a room above his own moots her one day in the hall with her three-year-old child and says in a most friendly manner:' “Your little one there plays quite weli for h agel I hear her practice every day!” M'&S?
