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About North Georgia times. (Spring Place, Ga.) 1879-1891 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 17, 1889)
ifl, ^WTus as oivs to loathe or love. P^roughts them, are odors, and we cannot seal | So close with actions but they will creep , out; * And delicately fashioned souls will feel *■* ' them, \ I And know them sweet or vile, beyond a doubt. Sood deeds fall dead if selfish causes guide them, j Good words fall flat that but from lips have birth; And eloquent and noble seems, beside them, i The silence or inaction of true worth. —Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Withdrawn Correspondence. 1' BY C. M. HARGEH. Morton Frazier belonged to the staff of ono of those ambitious western sheets •—the Garten Daily Gazette. To be lure, he was only the Dobbville corres¬ pondent of the paper, but he was as proud of even that slight connection with its pages as though he had a snug place in the editorial chair. Morton’s communications wore always headed by the editor (who was also proof-reader, business manager, and local rustSer) “Dobbville Dots, from our Bpccial correspondent." Morton had hard work to keep from crying with admiration over that al¬ literative heading, tho first timo it adorned his literary effort; but at last he became used to it and it did not worry him or unduly elate his susceptible heart and brain. His signature was 1 ‘Wander¬ ing Mac,” and ho was known by that title almost as well as by his own name, for he had acted as the Gazette's “special correspondent” for many years. He wentaround to tho little rural parties and pleasure meetings with a wondrously wise and knowing look upon hi3 face, as though the destinies of the nation de¬ pended upon his beck and call. Tho editor of tho Gazette had im¬ pressed it upon him that tho paper must have the news. “Everything,” he had remarked, in stentorian tones, when ono day Morton had tremblingly entered the stuffy little sanctum at Gar - ten. “Everything hinges upon gotting the news, and getting it quick.” This admonishment so impressed the young aspirant for journalistic fame, that a week after the visit he m died a touching obituary of a seriously ill child, not expected to live an hour, to the paper, trusting that the in¬ fant would die before the paper was issued. The child, however, recovered, and is alive today, a roistering lad who delights to show that tender tribute to hi, (and it is a touching one) bereaved parents have ■ttheir scores ■ GEORGIA TIMES SPRING PLACE. GA.. THURSDAY, OCTOBER IT, 1889. Btairs I guess,” ly /and then the Bils Roy, today. p^B^-y thing of hia >m. It’s the Fourth, ■inquiringly at her h'vcr, ■P ^Bimiring her face, and not romping brothers, so there ■fjuswer there. Twice during TSo Gening did sho speak of Roy’s queer actions; once while the clown was perpetrating some of his hid eous jokes, and once while she and Morton were sitting on tho piazza with arm's en¬ twined. The first time she had apparently not been heard and the second she had been answered with a kiss, so sho was no wiser than before. Morton Frazier thought of it though, the next day, for the events of the night were such as to bring the circumstance vividly to his mind. About 3 o’clock on the morning of the 5th, a fire broke out in the great RockweU block. More than $50,000 went up in smoke. The whole town was out to see the sight, and to help¬ lessly mourn the event. The Rockwell block had been built in tho “boom” days, two years before, and though it was out of all proportion to the town, everybody was sorry to seo it destroyed. 1 i Wandering Mac” was among the first on the ground, and as soon as he ,had seen the fire well under way he had roused up tho telegraph operator and sent this message, which appeared as a “special’’ in the morning’s Gazette: Dobbvii.t.z, July 5th.—A torrible fire took place hers this morning. It startel in Rockwell’s store and burned into Fry’s gro¬ cery; then into the insurance company’s office. The flames leaped 40 or 50 feet in height. Everything is excitement. The next morning revealed several things worthy, of mention in this narra¬ tion. The smoking ruins were sur¬ rounded by scores of men and boys, busy discussing the cause of the firo. And they told of the probability that it was an act of incendiarism; that it started in an out-of-the-way place; that but one theory was hold regarding the firebugs; and their conversation always came round to tho mysterious word— “Spearmen.” Then somebody would explain that tho Spearmen was a body of rough boys and young men who gathered in un¬ canny places at night to plan deeds of mischief and moanness. Another would add that the Spearmen had a particular spite against RockweU for having them arrested once for a trivial offence. A third had heard Roy Reneal boast that he would 1 ‘get even. ” A fourth had just found that Roy had not been home tho night before, and was yet missing, though his widowed mother and his sister were searching every¬ where. All these scraps of information wore unitod into a complete history, and the news went over town that Roy Reneal had set fire to the Rockwell block to “get even” with the proprietor for ar¬ resting the Spearmen, and had fled the country. Morton Frazier was in despair. At TO ack he was met on the street by ^^n Union messenger boy, who ■dispatch. He tried not ' B scious as ho read it, but ■^failure. It said: ■ Garten, July 5. . Dobbville:—Sand full A I. t noon. Insurance, Gazette. jfcspair. Bts He had, in circula Btf--to-be Roy, ■ tho boy’s Bpmor to the vRarl« H Lckly, for et his i« it its next was past B*\ * - - B great iiat Beat love for Br for Marion. B- Ilf stouionan. ail the new:, 1 ' ■ Sl^psis' pBlie I/.veethcart. second, the . Which fSBIed By, Cupid or Mammon? Bted that tho Daily Hazard, the Kpitor, rival, would “scoop” its unless he furnished the re¬ tired information, and resolutely put jw pen to paper, and ground out a Bft-rending account of the conflagra. ■r and of the ugly rumors that were Korlcd around the city. The noon ■n carried the correspondence to Gar- When the train had gone, he eat in hie office studying over the matter. Had ho done right/ Perhaps the boy was really innocent. If so, he had done the worst thing ho could have to harm him; he had committed the sin that lies at the door of every newspaper writer's sanctum, the shattering of a fellow being’s peace of mind and perhaps repu¬ tation, by a careless word or phrase or a bit of unsubstantial rumor, glowingly written up. As he pored over the matter there was a tap at the door, and upon opening it he was greeted by Marion, lior face wreathed with smiles, and such evi¬ dently lcissable lips that ho had no hesitancy in—well, it is not necessary to go into details. “Oh, Mort,” she gasped, after a moment, “where have you been today? I wanted to see you so much.’’ Frazier remembered that he had not been to the homo of his betrothed, and knew that it was because he doubted her brother’s innocence. “You don’t know,” she rattled on, without giving him timo to respond, “how worried mother and I have been. Roy was not to be found, and that hor¬ rid old maid, Miss Scmert, came over with the most awful twaddle about his being suspected of setting the Rockwell block on fire, and all that.” (Her lis¬ tener felt his cheeks grow pale, but Marion did not notice it.) “Of course we knew he was all right, and, sure enough, he came in at dinner time. He went homo with Undo Rudolph out iu the country after the show last night and only just got back. He took all his clothes, for he’s going to work for Uncle Rudolph to earn some money. ] was down town, and thought 1’ d tell you so that you could Bay so to the men." There was a wistful look in the girl s eyes that told how thoughtful she was for her brother's reputation, and how much she depended upon her lover to set things right. As she took her departure, Morton realized that he must do some quick work. First, ho must kill that cor¬ respondence, which was by this time in the Gazette '* forms ready to go to press. Second, he must have some good excuse to give the editor for doing so. From what ho know of the Gazette't publication hour, he judgod that ho had half an hour for investigation. Like a madman he tore around the streets—an animated interrogation point—asking every man he met what had been heard of the incendiaries. All started out with the old story about “They say the Spearmen-” but they were shut oil with, “That’s all a lie,” and rushod on. It was no use. He must simply with¬ draw the correspondence, When h« had but ton minutes more ho stepped into the telegraph office and sent these words: Dobbvii.le, July 5. Gazette , Garten.—Don t publish DobbviRs correspondence. Roy R-neal is innocent. M. Frazier. The editor of the Gazette was toa good a newspaper man not to obey such a summons even with the chance of get¬ ting “scooped. ” The correspondence did not appear nor did the Hazard have a word regarding tho matter. Two months after, a quiet wedding took place at Dobbville and “Wander¬ ing Mac” and Marion were chief par¬ ticipants in the ceremony. In the same issue of the Gazette that contained the very flowery account of their marriage (Morton wrote it) there appeared the confession of a tramp arrested in a neighboring city. He was dying, and before breathing his last owned up to having set on fire the Rockwell block, having accompanied the circus. Morton read the confession to hit bride on the second day of the honey¬ moon, and told her the story of hia withdrawn correspondence. “Oh, Morton,” said the lady, re¬ proachfully, ' ‘if that had been published I would never have married yon. ” “I knew it, dear,” returned he, plac¬ idly, and I think the Gazette editor de¬ serves a piece of wedding cake for kill¬ ing it, don’t you?” She did; and the Gazette force ad¬ journed for fifteen minutes the next day to munch fruit cake, macaroons and an¬ gel food.— Yankee Blade. Bad and Bags. “Look at that beautiful young rose, bud with a lot of old bugs swarming around her,” remarked Brown, as sever¬ al old boys were flirting with a young lady at a ball. “Yes, but those are geld bugs, so th* rosebud don't mind it,” said Jones. THE BIRCH TREE. The Various Substances That Are Derived From It •Istilling Therefrom the Fra¬ grant Oil of Wintergreen. A casual glance at tho surroundings of any timber country, notably along the creeks and ravines, reveals tho fact that at least some biich twigs have withstood the onslaught of country pedagogues, who from times remote have been identified with tho legend of birch, oil and elbow grease as an accelera¬ tor to the sluggish school boy as he stumbles along over the obstacles on tho side of science hill. Many twigs remain, and outside their legeudary his¬ toric value suggested in tho foregoing, tho twigs and bark of tho common birch (Betula alba) have really an in¬ trinsic value not second to many of tho most valuable plants. Even tho leaves and young shoots secrete a resinous substance, having an acid reaction, which, under tho long legged name3 of the pharmacist, is sold as' a medicinal preparation for as high as $16 per fluid ouuce. Tho inner bark secretes a bitterish alkaloid not unliko cinchona in its nature, and is used largely as an adulterant for quinine in many parts of Europe. The so-called “Cinchona Mixture” has been found by analysts to consist, in many instances, of the alkaloid found in the inner bark of the humblo bi rch tree. The outor bark, subjected to dry dis¬ tillation, yields a peculiar cmpyreumatic oil, having tho peculiar odor of Russia leather, and the secret of preparing skins, and that, too, of tho very poores qnality of skins, being taken from eat, tlo that have perished on those barrent flesolate plains, is the only obstacle, thus far, to prevent American artisans competing with Russia and Austria in' fine loathor goods. It is not necessary, however, to go into chemical technicalities and details in order to arrivo at a profitable solution of the uses of birch twig3 and birch bark, when the larger timber is being cut away and hauled to the sawmill or the turning lathe. When it is stated that tho oil of wintergreen (Oleum gaultheria), so useful, fragrant and ex¬ pensive, is nearly always adulterated with birch oil; much of it even is birch oil, pure and simple, but is sold as win tergreon oil, and is wintergreen oil to all intents and purposes, having, when properly propared and refined, the same properties, viz., specific gravity, 1.173; boiling point, 412 degrees, and mixes readily with alcohol, chloroform, etc. The appliances necessary for tho preparation of this oil are neither intri¬ cate nor costly, being simply a large tub supplied with a coil and steam con¬ nection. Of course we are not expected to go into all the details of manufac¬ ture. Only brief outlines can be given. The birch limbs, twig3, bark and even the leaves, if a mere commercial oil is to bo made, are gathered and placed in this large tub containing the coil for steam heating and os fast as the mass accumulates it is kept covered with water, and the tub, being sup¬ plied with a tight-fitting lid or man - hole, should bo opened as lit¬ tle as possible. After becoming nearly full, steam is turned on, and the batch kept about blood warm for 24 hours. This will dissolve nearly all tho oil and resinous matters, which, being precipi¬ tated, causes the mass to assume a very sticky consistency. Steam may now be turned on, and the mass brought to a boil for a moment or two. With a wooden connection, with a small barrel or keg, the tank is made tight and brought to a boil; th3 steam, having previously dissolved the oils, etc., will now vaporize them, and will condense in tho last-named keg. After a few hours tho job is done, the keg is bunged or corked up, and is ready for shipment as commercial wintergreen oil, though made from birch refuse continually in the way .—Lumber Trade Journal. Americans in Chino. Charles Den by, who represents the United States at Peking, reports offi¬ cially a compilation of the reports of American consuls in China showing the number and, partially, the occupation of Americans resident in China. The total is but 1022, as against probably 100,000 Chinamen in the United States. More than half the Americ»-es in China are missionaries—only twenty-three aro merchants. Vol. IX. New Series. NO. 3T. Remarkable Will Power. Three stories were told over after dinner cigars the other day showing the power of mau’s will, One was of a young officer in the English army, whs was peculiarly stubborn and irascible. He had been confined to his bed after a severe attack of the heart and was un¬ able to move. His physician asked one of his fellow-officers to warn him that he would novor get out of bed again, that he might arrange his affairs before death. When the sick man was told what the doctor had said he arose iu his bed excitedly an 1 said: “I will never get up again, eh? I will walk to the doctor myself and show him. ” lie jumped to the floor, walked across the room and fell dead. Tho other was about a Sheriff out West, who, when arresting a man, was stabbed through tho heart. He seized the man by tho shouldors after tho blado hud struck him, pressed him to tho ground, drew his revolver, and deliber¬ ately thrusting it down tho struggling prisoner’s throat, pullod the trigger the instant he himself died. The third story was regarding anoth¬ er officer who was hunting down a thief. The man thought ho had given his pursuer tho slip, hut just ns he en¬ tered one door of a railroad car the offi¬ cer appeared in tho other, The thief instantly fired, tho bullet penetrating his pursuer’s brain. The officer, how¬ ever, returned tho shot, bringing his man to the ground. Ile then dragged himself along the aisle of the car, firing as ho crawled, until his revolver was empty. He was dead when ho was picked up, a second after he ceased to shoot.— Boston Gazette. The Pueblo Indians. There are in existence nincteon “tribes” of Pueblo Indians, and all live iu the northern half of Now Mexico ex¬ cept tho Moquis, who aro just over the lino in northeast Arizona—400 miles east of Fort Yuma. Puoblo is a tribe name ns much as Utc, and is never ap¬ plied to any other tribe. There is not in the whole southwest an ignoramus so monumental as to class Navajocs, Apaches, or Yumas, ns of the Pueblos. No Pueblo ever dwelt in a wooden hut or “tepoe.” They dwell in adobe or stone houses, aud very neat, wholesome, and comfortablo ono9. Thoy are the only Indians in tho country who do. They have not abandoned any social laws. No American community in ex¬ istence is so well governed as a Pueblo town. There is no such thing among them—nor ever has been—as a chief. They elect thoir officers by ballot yearly. The Pueblos aro not paupers in a land of wealth, but are invariably in com¬ fortable circumstances. The population of the villages runs from 100 to 1,500 and each village owns from 15,000 to 150, COO acres of land, tho arable part being held in sevoraity. Under tho sacred pledges of the treaty of Guada¬ lupe Hidalgo these people are entitled to full citizenship. They are the host class of people in the territory. They are short, as a rule, but almost invaria¬ bly of superb physique, and, as for brains, the average tourist certainly does not oversize them. They are al¬ ways modestly and picturesquely clothed and a more modest race does not dwell in the two Americas. A Newspaper Rack. For this rack two boards aro required, the one forming the back a size larger than the other. The smaller ono should be larger than a medium-sized newspa¬ per, folded as bought. Cover one side of each board with satin or plush of any shade liked, and work on smaller board some pretty design. Line with a con¬ trasting shade of satine. Put brass headed tacks or small rings at equal distance apart, in at tho sides, and fasten the boards together by narrow ribbon laced back and forth. Suspend with a strong gilt cord attached to a brass ring fastened at each upper cor¬ ner. If liked, a gilt cord may be used for lacing uistcad of the ribbon.— Yankee Blade. The Beards Oar Ancestors Wore. Our Saxon ancestors delighted in wearing long, forked beards; the Nor¬ mans, on the contrary, at the period of the conquest, not only shaved their chins but also the back part of their he<fls. They had not, however, been long established in England before they permitted their beards to grow to ex¬ travagant dimensions. An assistant secretary might be called an underwriter. A Time Lo*er. Go forth Into the world again, Searching for one as fair and sweet? Leave you, who are my dream complete? Leave you, and let tho great sun wane, Shrouding my life in darkness? Oh, Love, oh my love, I cannot go! They say that love is but a show Some wizard casts before our eyes; They say that as a fading flower Rapture will lose its magic power To turn to heaven this earth of woe: But I say, “L ive, I cannot go?’ To touch your heart with perfect faith, To win with ardor your rare life. So full of beauty, charm and praiso, So full of bliss to light my days From now to death, were you my wife— I take your trembling answer so, And love, my love, I cannot go I —Rose Hawthorne LatJirop in Harper a, HUMOROUS. Silver Quarters—The United States Treasury vaults. When you can got a horse at a bar¬ gain, drivo your bargain. A Bootless Attempt—To get upstairs without being hoard by your wife. If you want to find out all about wo¬ men and their ways ask some young man who has never been married. A man may not bo afraid of danger, but he looks down in tho mouth whon he prepares to descend into a mine. “These aro the husks that the swins didn’t cat,” as the man said as ha swept away tho peanut shells from be¬ fore his store. Ted—“How is it that old fellow is considered tho bast music teacher in the city?” Ned—“Bccauio ho charges more thau any ono else.” Man is not the only victim of the combination craze. Even ducks, as soon as they hatch thoir eggs, start at once to pool their hsues. Mrs. Brown—You shouldn’t ask for more cake, Johnnie. Now, how much do you really think you should have? Little Johnnio —’NiSff to make mo sick. “Is this swarm enough for you?” buzzed the queen of tho new colony sarcastically. And tho queen of the parent hivo made a stinging rejoinder, as tho remark deserved. A Scotch minister, observing a man sleeping, cried out, “John, wake up; take a pinch of snuff,” and John im¬ mediately fired back: “Minister, put the snuff in the sermon.” “What’s the matter, driver?” said a passenger in a hcrdic; “why doesn’t this coach go?” ‘‘’Cause you ain’t put a nickel in the slot, that’s why.” And all tho other passengers tittered. Mrs. Freshpork (back to Chicago from honeymooning in Europe)—Do you remember that gorge up in the mountains, Arthur? Wasn’t it just lovely? Mr. F.—You bctl 1 never ate a squarcr meal. Little Tommy—“Can I eat another piece of pie?” Mamma (who is some- > thing of a purist)—“I suppose you can.” Tommy (seeing the point)— “Well, may I?” Mamma—“No, dear, you may not.” Tommy—“Plague grammar, anyway.” Omaha Man: You naughty boy,Dick; don’t you know better than to ask peo¬ ple how much money they have? I hope you will excuse that child, Mr. Nicefellow. The little fellow didn’t know what he was talking about. Lit¬ tle Dick: Yes 1 did, too. Sis said she wished sho knew, and I wanted to tell her. Fort Mountain. In Murray County, Georgia, some twenty milc3 straight east from Dalton, there is a lofty mountain forming the southern extremity of the Cohutta Range and affording a magnificent prospect of tho surrounding hill-country of three different States. On the broad plateau in the summit legions of that- mountain, a space of four or five acres has been fortified on one side by a bulwark of rough bowlders—the precipitous cliffs of the mountain itself making the camp inaccessible from all other points. The rock rampart, is evidently the work of human hands, and local tradition sticks to the explanation that a force of Spanish soldiers were here encamped for several weeks, skirmishing with the hostile Indians, aud alternating their fights by a search for precious metals. The time of that event is said to ante¬ date the earliest permanent scttlcm en of English- speaking colonists, and it is barely possible that a detachment of De Soto’s expedition strayed thus far north on their march in quest of » Western Eldorado.
