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[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
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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?
