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About North Georgia times. (Spring Place, Ga.) 1879-1891 | View Entire Issue (June 5, 1890)
RTH GEORGIA TIMES :or |V Laugh. fairest, the best, At be rarest and rest. Ab denying, V Be a man. A 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,
