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RTH GEORGIA TIMES
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|V Laugh. fairest,
the best,
At be rarest
and rest.
Ab denying,
V Be a man.
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Aft we can.
Hfen of sorrow,
Wmadows profound;
■ yearning to borrow
K may gather around,
faces of pleasure
be happy to scan.
Bne e treasure—
mgh when we can.
—Chicago Herald.
-HBOE’S SEES.
BANDOLPU.
asty evening in Oclo
h just old enough to
t on tho leaf-carpeted
:icnt stone wall, all
h lichens and moss,
kt with sweet nro
Ae red light burned
Abe cottage window
Fleda Fenwick,
d the lamp! I.’s
is.”
!” mourn
!”
l wall.
■ akcti
fumed
is and
in his
i some
leaned
lafi lg ller
P^oid and lingering like blue
A^nthe deeps of her laughing
res. If ever opposites existed in
iture, they existed there, and then.
■Tvo a great mind to go away to
A said Jack, slowly and vengcfully.
a,’’ saucily retorted F.eda.
h| never come back again I”
Wack!”
Hdea,” he cried, raising both
lai as if to invoke tho fair moon hcr
self by way of audience, “of a girl re¬
fusing to be married simply because she
hasn’t got some particular sort of a
wedding gown to stand up in.”
*‘H I can’t ’ be-married like other
girls, I won’t bo married at all,” de¬
clared Fleda , compressing her rosy
lips.
“The idea of keeping a man waiting
for that I’ * groaned Jack.
“It won’t be long,” coaxed Fleda.
‘•But, look here, Flida, why can’t
we go quietly to church and be mar¬
ked, wards?” any day, and get the gown after¬
pleaded Jack.
'j “But, Jack, it wouldn’t be the sains
thing at all. A girl gets married but
once in her life, an! she wants to look
decent then.”
“My own darling you would look an
angel ia anything! ’
“Now, quit that, Jack!” laughed
Fleda. “It’s what my school children
call 'taffy. » ?»
“I hate your school children," said
Jack, venomously. “I hate your
school. I despise the trustees, and I
should like to see the Luilding burn
down. Then you would hava to coma
to me. ”
“No, I shouldn’t,” averred Ficda.
“I should take in millinery and dress¬
making until I lial earned enough for
the white silk dress. I never would —
A0b, Jack! Who’s that?”
“A tramp? I’ll soon settl-j him with
my blackthorn! ’ cried Trevelyn,spring¬
ing up.
“No, don’t,” whispered Fleda,
shrinking close to him; “it’s Mr.
Mingden. He’s on his own premises;
these woods belong to him. It’s we
that are trespassers. Waitl Stand
still until he has gone by. He's very
near-sighted, and he will never see
us.”
“And who,” breathed Jack, as a
stout, elderly person trotted slowly
across the patch of moonlight, and van
ished behind the stiff laurel hedge, “is
Mr. Mingden?”
“Don’t you know? Our neighbor.
Tho new gentleman who has bought
Smoke Hall.”
“The old cove who is always quar¬
reling with you?”
"Yes—the very mau who hates bees
bo intolerably, and wants mamma to
take away all those lovely hives, down
by the south fence. He says he can’t
toko his constitution in p;ace, because
he’s always afraid of being stung.”
“Why don’t he take it somewhere
else, thent”
SPRING PLACE. GA.. THURSDAY. JUNE 5, 1890.
“That's the very question,” »«id
F.eda,
“Mingden, eh? I believe ho must be
Harry Mingden’s uncle—it’s not such a
very common name,” said Jack, reflec¬
tively. “And Harry’s my college chum
—and I’m going to ask him to be my
best man at the wedding. ”
“Ob, Jack! I hope he isn't as disa¬
greeable as his uncle!” ciiei E tbda.
“He's a trump!”
“Besides, I don’t believe his uucle
will lethim come!” added tho girl.
“Notlet him come? Why shouldn’t
he?”
“Because he hates us so on account
of the bees.”
“But, Isay, Fleda!” cried tho young
man, “this complicates matters! 1
promised to go aud soj Harry Mingden
when 1 was down here.”
‘ Ga and see him, then; but don’t
mention the name of Fenwick, for your
life."
“Indeed I shall. Isn’t it the name
of all others ia which I take tho most
pride?’’
“Oh, Jack, you will only make more
trouble! It’ll be worse than the bees.
Promise me, Jack, or I’ll never, never
speak to you again.”
And Jack had to promise, after somo
unwilling fashion.
Mrs. Fenwick, a pretty, faded little
widow was full charged with indigna¬
tion when Fleda returned from her
stroll in the woods.
‘ Mamma, what is the mattei ?’’ said
Fleda.
‘ One of the hives was t-tipped ovor
tonight,” sobbed Mrs. Fenwick; “and
I’m sure he did it.”
“It was the wind, mamma.”
“No wind over did that, Fleda.
But I set it up again. I will never,
never sacrifice my apiary to his absurd
prejudices.”
“Dear mamma, if you would only
have the hives moved to tho other side
of the garden 1 ’ pleaded Fleda, caress¬
ingly.
“And sacrifice a question of princi¬
ple! Never!’ replied the widow,
Mrs. Fenwick, ordinarily the most
amiable of women, was roused on this
subject to an obstinacy which could
only be characterized as vindictive.
Aud Mr. Ezra Mingden was ten times
as bad as his neighbor.
“That woman is a dragoness, Hal’ 1
ho said to his nephew. “Sho keep3
those bees simply to annoy me. I hate
bees. Bees hate me. • F jury tithe I
walk there I get stuag.”
“But, uncle, you shouldn't orandish
your cane about so,” reasoned Harry.
“It’s sure to enrage ’ cm. ”
“I don’t brandish it on tho woman’s
side of the fence. If her abominable
buzzing insects persist in trespassing in
my garden, am I not bound to protect
myself?’ ’ sputtero l Mr. Mingden.
“Can't you walk somewhe:e else?"
“Can't she put her bees somewhere
else?”
“But, une'e, all this seems such
trivial affair."
“Trivia!, indeed! If you’d been
stung on your noso and your ear and
your eyelids and everywhere else, would
you call it trivia'.? I never eat honey,
and I’ve always considered bees to be
an absurdly overrated sec.’ion of ento
mology. What business havo her bees
to be devouring all my flowers? How
would she like it herself?”
Harry Mingden smiled to see the de¬
gree of fury to which the old gentleman
wasgradually working himself up. He
was already ia Jack Trevelyn’s confi¬
dence, and thus, to a certain extent,
enjoyed the unusual opportunity of see¬
ing both side3 of the question.
“Look here, sir,” said he, “why
don’t you sot up a colony of bee-hives,
yourself? If her bees rifle your flow¬
ers, let yours go foraging into her gar¬
den. Let her see, as you suggest, how
she would like it herself. Put a row
of hives as cIobc to your side of the
fence, as you can get it If they fight,
let ’em fight Bees are an uncommon¬
ly war-like race, I’m told; if they agree
what is to prevent ’em bringing half
the honey into your hives?”
“By Jove,” said Mr. Mingden, start¬
ing to his f3«t, “I never thought of
that I’ll do it! I wonder where the
deuce they sell bees! There isn't a
moment to be lo3t”
“I think I know of a placs whore I
could buy half a dozen hives,” said
Harry.
*
“The gentleman wants to buy some
bees,” said Floda. “Dear mamma, do
sell yours; wo can easily get all the
honey we want—”
“But I’ve kept bees all my life,”
“Yes, but thoy’ra such a care,
mamma, now that you are no longer
young, and you are hardly able to look
after them in swarming time, and—■”
(she dared not allude to the trouble
they were makiug in neighborly rela¬
tions, but glided swiftly ou to the next
vantage point)— “it ,wi l be just exactly
-the money I want to finish the sum for
my wedding dress.”
Mrs. Fenwick’s face softened; she
kissed Fleda’s caimine check, with a
deep sigh.
* For your sake, then, darling,” said
she. “But I wouldn’t for the world
have Mr. Mingden think that I would
concede a single inch to—”
“I don’t know that it is any of Mr.
M.ngduu’s business,” said Fleda,
quietly.
The next day Mr. Mingdcu trotted
to look at his new possessions.
“Too bad that Harry had to go back
to town before he had a chance to see
how the bee-hives looked in their
place,” soliloquized he. “A capital
idea, that of his. I wonder what the
old lady will say when she sees the op¬
position apiary! Won’t she be furious!
Ha. ha, La!”
lie adjusted his spectacles as he
hastened down towards the sunny south
walk which had heretofore been the
battle-ground. There was the row of
square, white hives on his side of the
fence—but lol and bohold! the bench
that had extended on. the other side
was vacant and deserted 1
“Whyl” ho exclaimed, coming to an
abrupt standstill. “What has sho done
with her bees?”
“Sold ’em all to you, sir,” said
Jacob, the gardener. “And a tine lot
they be! And not an unreasonable
price neither! Mr. Harry looked artcr
that hissolf.”
“I hope you’ll be very kiud to them,
sir!” uttered a soft, pleading little
voice, and Elflcda Fenwick’s golden
head appearoi just above the pickets of
the fence, “And I never knew until
just now that it was vou. who bnwcrlit
them.”
“Humph!” said Mr. Mingden.
“But, I hope, after this,” kindly
added Fleda, “that -wo shall never have
any more trouble—as neighbors, I
mean. It has made me very unhappy,
and —”
The blue eye% the faltering voice,
melted the old gentleman at last.
“Then don’t let it make you unhappy
any longer, my dear!” said he, reaching
over the pickets to shako hands with
the pretty special pleader. “Hung the
bees! After all, what difference does
it mako which side-of the fence they’re
on? So you’re the little school teacher,
are you? I’m blessed if I don’t wish I
was young enough to go to school to
you myself 1”
Fleda ran back. to the house in sects
glee.
“I do believe,” she thought, “the
Montague and Capulet feu! is healed
at last! Aud ldo believe” (knitting
ter blond brows), “that Jack told
young Mingden all about tho bees, and
that that is the solution of this mys¬
tery 1”
But that evening there came a pres¬
ent of white grapes from the Miagden
greenhouses to Mrs. Fenwick, with the
old gentleman’s card.
‘ ’He must have been very much
pleased to get the bees, ’’ thought the
old lady, “if I had only known he
liked bees, I should have thought very
differently of him. All this shows how
slow we should be to be’.leve servants'
gossip and neighborhood tattlet If I
had known ho was the pure, ascr, I
should have declined to negotiate; but
perhaps everything has happened for
the bestl”
Jack Trevelyn thought so, when he
stood up in the village church, a fort¬
night from that time beside a fair vision
in glittering white silk, and a vail that
was like crystalized frost-work. And
the strangest part of all was that old
Mr. Mingden was there to give the
bride away!
“I take all tne credit to myself,”
mischievously whispered Harry Ming
den, the “best man.” “But I’m afraid
it is easier to set- machinery in motion
than to stop it afterwards! And it’s
just possible that I may have an aunt
in-law yet.”
“Stranger things have happened,"
said the bridegroom— The Ledger .
He Was Convinced.
«—Prisoner, do you confess
your guilt?
“No Your Honor. Tho speech of
my lawyer has convinced even me of
my entire lnnocenc..”
FARMS OF INDIA
The Hindoo Cattle are all of the
Same Variety.
No Fences to the Farms-
The Wheat-Growing Area.
The people of East India are not
stock farmers, says Frank Carpenter in
the American Agriculturist. The
Hindoo peasants will havo nothing to
do with pigs or fowls. Tho only ani¬
mals they keep are hors.-s and cows,
and the cattle all over India are of the
snered cow variety. Those are mag¬
nificent animals, of a dove or light yel¬
low color, possessing the aristocratic
air of tho well- bred Jersey and the big
frijmo of tho Holsteins and Shorthorns.
Tlpy havo groat humps upon their
shiulders, which rise fully six inches
abvve tho rest of tho back, and which,
stiiuge to say, look by no moans out of
piece. Tho Hindoos worship these
cows, and I visited at Benares a noted
temple in which a hundred sacred hulls
were prayed to every day. It was in
tlis center of the city, and it looked
more like a stable than a temple.
Imagine a stone court about the size of
a barn-yard, with an immense low
band-stand in tho center. Around
tho court lot their be a row of stalls
in which a hundred of these
sacred bulls, with them big humps on
their backs and with silky cars hanging
down like those of a rabbit, stand with
their head) toward the court. About
the court other bulls are moving, aud
the sloppy, dirty stone floor is filled
with men and women having tho dark,
handsome features of the Hiadoos.
They hold up their bauds before the
bulls and pray. Pretty girls feed them
garlands of bright flowers, and at the
edge of the court au oil priost sits and
puts a red mark on the forehead of each
worshipper as he goes out. Now and
then tho bulla roar and stamp their
feet, but as a ru’o they aro ns gentle
as pet rabbits, and all of them are as
fat as butter. Tlio Hindoos bring
water from the Ganges and offer it to
them, and they svould much sooner oat
their grandfathers than chow beef¬
steak.
Their scruples, howovor, do net pro¬
ven t their using these cattio as beasts
of burden, and, from Singapore to
Bombay, I saw carts drawn by those
beautiful shoulder-humped nuimals,
and in many of the field) I saw men
plowing with them. Tho only other
beast in common use in India is the
water-buffalo, which is a3 homely as
the sacred cow is beautiful. It seems
to be a kind of cross between tho pig
and the hippopotamus, and it has wide,
flat, curved boras, a neck which comes
straight out from tho shoulder), and a
body which is bloated and ill- shapon.
Its skin is covered with thin straggling
black hair, which looks more like the
bristlcfof a hog than the hair of a cow.
It delights in wallowing in the dirt,
and it is the most plebeian species of
the genius boa. The sacred cows are
milked, and the bu’.tcrmade from them
is clarified and used by tho Hindoos for
cooking. A Hindoo will never use
lard or tallow ia any shape, and the
Sepoy mutiny was caused by tho story
being circulated that tho cartridges
which the native soldiers had to bite
were greased.
Oao of the curious sights of India is
tho farmer's pleasure-buggy. It is a
sulky-like affair, made of bamboo- fish¬
ing-rods and is covered with red cloth.
It is drawn by one of those snered
bulls, some breeds of which are famous
for their trotting qualities and which
cm almost make as good time as - the
average lmrso. The driver sits on the
shafts in front, and there is justcDOUgh
room unde! the cover at the back for
one or two peopio to sit cross-legged.
■When a farmer wishes to travel from
from one port of tho country to another
he gets into one of these carts, and if
he is a wealthy man, he will have a
richly-colored blanket to put over his
bullock. I took a ride upon one of
them aud found it as easy as any sulky
I have ever tried in America.
There are no fences about the farms
of India. Wooden fences would be an
impossibility, even if they were needed.
The white ants aro tho great pest of
the country, and these will eat up any¬
thing wooden, Iadii his a vast net¬
work of telegraph lines covering the
whole Peninsula, and tho poles for
these are ma^o of galvanized Iron.
The ties of th$ railroad) havo to be
made of iro% and auch few fences aa J
n m «*»
Vol, X. New Series. NO. 18.
saw along the railroads were made of
barbed wire fastened to sandstone
post*. The great wheat-growing dis¬
tricts of ludia are in the north, and
in the northwest provinces about fifty
seven per cent, of the country is used
for wheat. The varioty planted is not
as good as that of Australia or Cali¬
fornia, but it is good enough to find a
market in England, aud the exparts
continue to increase from year to year.
An Aerial Hunt.
1 was standing on the bank of a
stream on the pampas, says the author
of “Argentine Ornithology,” watching
a great concourse of birds of several
kinds on tho opposite shore, where the
carcass of a horse, from which the hide
had been stripped, lay at the c lge of
the water. Oao or two hundred hooded
gulls and about a dezsn chimangos
were gathered about the carcass, and
close to them a very large flock of
glossy ibises were wading about in the
water, while among these, stauding
motionlesi in the wntcr, was one soli¬
tary white egret.
Presently four cavanchos appeared,
two adults and two young birds in
brown plumage, and alighted on the
ground near tho carcass. The young
birds advanced at ones and began tear¬
ing at tho flesh, while the two old birds
stayed where they had alighted, as if
disinclined to feed on half putrid moat.
Presently one of them sprang into the
air and made a dash at the birds in tho
water, aud instantly all the birds in the
plncc rose into the air screaming loudly,
the two young blown cavanchos only
remaining on tho ground.
For a few moments I was in ignorance
of tho meaning of all this turmoil, when
suddenly, out of tho confused black and
white cloud of birds tho egret appeared,
mounting vertically upward with vigor
ous, measured strokes. A moment
later first or.e and then the other ca
van cho also emerged from tho cloud,
evidently pursuing the egret, and only
them the two brown birds imrang iu
the nir aud joined in t ho clam *
For some minutes I watched the four
birds toiling upward with a w.ldzigzag
flight, while the egret, still rising verti
cally, seemed to leave them hopelessly
behind. But before long they reached
and passed it, and each bird ai he did
so would turn and rush downward,
striking at tho egret with its claws, and
while one descended tho others were
rising, bird following bird with the
greatest regularity. In this way they
continued toiling upward uutit the
egret appeared a racro white speck in
the sky, about which four hateful black
-spots were still revolving.
I had watched them from the
with the greatest excitement, and now
began to fear that they would pass
from sight and leave me m ignorance of
the result; .but at length they began to
descend, and then it looked as if the
egret had lost all hope, for it was
dropping very rapidly, while the four
ravenous birds were all close to it,
striking at it three or four
seconds.
The descent for v last half of the
distance was exceedingly rapid, and
the birds would have coma down almost
at tho very spot they started from,
which was about 40 yards from where
I stood, but the egret was driven aside,
and sloping rapidly down struck the
earth at a distunce of 250 yards from
the starting point. Scarcely had it
touched the ground before the hungry
quartet were tearing it with their beaks.
Hypnotism in Surgery.
Dr. Rankin, at Muncy, uses hypnot¬
ism in his professional work. It is a
good substitute for chloroform or ether
in performing surgical operations, and
Dr. Rankin resorts to his power of
hypnotisin' quite frequently. To put
a subject under his control is but the
work of a minute, and even less in some
cases. He lays his hand upon the
temporal veins of the subjrc’, speaks a
few word) to get the patient’s mind
running in thesamo channel as his own,
and in a remarkably short time the
patient is in a state similar to that pro¬
duced by chloroform, except, when
hypnotized, the subject can understand
the words of the physician, and will
answer him if a question is put.
Cat’s Eyes for Clocks.
At 12 o’clock, noon, the pupil of a
cat’s eye is nothing but a thin, hair-like
line; after that time it dilates, so that
by noticing the size and shape of the
pupil one can be independent in a meas¬
ure of clocks and watches. — Puiladel •
pi-a American-
Hoeing and Praying.
Said Farmer Jones, in a whining tone,
To his good old neighbor Gray,
‘Tve worn my knees through to the bone,
But it ain’t no use to pray.
‘‘Your corn looks just twice os good as mia
Though you don’t pretend to be
A shinin’ light in the church to shine,
An’ tell salvation’s free.
i ve prayed to the I.ord a thousand times
1- or to make that ’ere corn grow;
An' why youru beats it so an’ climbs
I’d gin a deal to know.”
Said Farmer Gray to liis neighbor Jones,
In his easy, quiet, way,
IV hen prayers get mixed with lazy bones
i hey don t make farmin’ pay.
‘ Your weeds, r notice,
In spite of arc good an’ tall,
all your prayers;
^ ou way T ra y for corn till the heavens fall,
Tf you don’t dig up the tares.
“I mix my prayers with a little toil,
Along in every row;
An’ 1 work this mixture into the soil,
Quite vig’rous with a hoe.
‘‘An’ I’ve discovered, though still in sin.
As sure as you are born,
fliis kind of compost well worked in.
Makes pretty decent corn.
"So while I’m praying I use my hoe,
An’ do my level best,
1 o keep down the weeds along each row.
An the Cord, he does the rest.
It s well for to pray, both night an’ mom,
As every farmer knows;
but the place to pray for thrifty corn
Is right between the rows.
Y’on must use your hands while praying,
though,
If an answer you would get,
Bor ^ prayer worn knees an’ a rusty hoa
Never raised a big crop yet.
‘‘An’ so I believe, my good old friend.
If you mean to win the day,
From ploughing, clean to the harvest’s end,
A ou must hoe as well as pray.”
HUMOROUS.
“Mine is a pane-ful occupation,*
sa ‘^ tb o glacier.
Every cloud has a silver lining. The
boy who has the mumps can stay away
from school.
of getting on in life, the
who slip, m the thud is almost
to rise.
, „... , ....
“
yawnin „ oil Somebody must
hava bcen borin „ ifc
Lifo U to ° short to s P cnd P McioM
raoment3 raisln S U P people who would
s00nel wa " f 8a a11 fours,
All things come to him who will hut
vvait, but in somo restaurants the things
aro cold whoa thoy arrive,
Of course we are all poor worms of
tho dust, but somo of us have a heap
more of tho dust than others,
Whott a ffla0f by a single ghace>
speaks Tolumes> it i8 another wuy o£
ayiug that he talks like a book,
..y ou caa > t eat dlanet and
have it> to< 8aid tho gyra * thetio
8toward (o tho aeaslck
He—There's nothing witty ia the
wag * a do s’ 3 tale. She-But it's the
aQ1,naU way of ex P ressing a »■»««.
H ' s unkind to mako a jsst of aerial
navi S atioa before inventors of aim
ships. It is a soar point with them.
Wickwiro—You haven’t got a dob
lor to spare, have you? Yabsley—i
What a mind-reader you aro, Wiok-*
wire,
“Well, papa has ratified our engage-,
ment, Josephus, dear.” “Good!” But
what did he say?” “He simply said
‘Rats l’”
Oid Lady—Groat snakes, what doi
you suppose Miss Finkin married that,
homely man for? Old Gent—Because
ho asked her to, of course.
She—I didn’t hear anything of
father's dog. He held his peace to¬
night, didn’t he? He (bitterly)—Yes;
his piece of my fifteen-dollar trousers.
Dodson—Brown seems to take a great
deal of pleasure in writing foq the
press. Fogg—Yes, he takes so all-fired
much fun in it that he leaves none fo$
his readers.
“It ism? use telling you to look
pleasant,” said the photographer to the*
pretty yo.ung lady, “for you cannot
look anything else-” And his schema
worked beautifully.
J**
A teacher in ona of the public schools
was examining a class in physiology
»Ud asked; “What aro tho last teeth
to come?” “False teeth,” shouted the
small boy to whom the question wu
addressed.
The Mikado of Japaa has issued au
edict against duelling. If the Mikadu
will not tolerate such a harmless pastime
as duelling it is not likely that he wil
ever permit the introduction of fcoaq
ba’.» into hit empire,
