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NORTH GEORGIA TIMES
C. N. KIXG. | Proprietor
S. B. CARTER, )
Paths.
The path that leads to a Loaf of Bread
Winds through the Swamps of Toll,
And the path that leads to a Suit of Clothes
Goes through a flowerless soil.
And the paths that lead to a Loaf of Bread
And the Suit of Clothes are hard to tread.
And the path that leads to a House of Your
Own
Climbs over the bouldered hills,
And the path that leads to a Bank Account
Is swept by the blast that kills:
But the men who start in the paths today
In the Lazy Hills may go astray.
In the Lazy Hills are trees of shade
By the dreamy Brooks of Sleep,
And the rollicking Itivcr of Pleasure laughs,
And gambols down the steep;
But when the blasts of the Winter come.
The brooks and the river arc frozen dumb.
Then woe to those in the Lazy Hills
When the blasts of Winter moan,
Who strayed from the path to a Bank Ac¬
count
And the path to n House of Their Own;
These paths are hard in the summer heat.
But in Winter they lead to a snug retreat.
— [S. AY. Foss, iu Yankee Blade.
Her Cat and His Chickens.
BY MARGARET EYTIXGE.
I dare say ’twould have come around
anyhow in the course of time, but law
sakos alive! her cat and his chickens
did hurry matters up the liveliest and
quickest I ever seen in the hull of my
bora days. You see, we’d lived in
Owltown nigh on to sixteen years.
There wasn’t another house in sight
when we built our littlo cottage there.
Jennie Wren (we named her Jennie
first and tacked on the AVren after,
’cause she proved to be the cheeriest,
cliirpiest little blessing that ever bright¬
ened the airth) was 2 years old when
we moved into it, and her 18th birth¬
day was due the 30th of that June.
Slic’d been away since the forogoin’
September, a-stayin’ with her Aunt
Janet in Boston and a-fmisliiii’ oil' at a
good school there, and I tell yon every
month she was gone ’peared like a
year to her father and me. But we
knowed from her letters, that eoino
reg lar twice a week, that our dnriin’,
our only darlin’, for we'd never
had another child, hadn’t changed a
bit.
AYc’d been a lectio, just a lectio,
feared at the goin’ oil'that city air and
influences might change her some, but
we'd got over that fear altogether and
was awaitin’ to welcome her home
with the lovingest of hearts when the
trouble began at the cottage next door.
It had been nigh on to a year empty
when, the very day after Jennie
started for her aunt’s, the Roscmarys
shoved in. There was only three of
’em—the Widow Rosemary, her father
and her son. The son was a good
lookin’ young fellow of about live and
itwenty. He'd come to Owltoivn to be
overseer in the big carpet factory, anil
when lie wasn’t to tho factory lie was
a-potterin’ around his garden, and lie
hadn’t been here more’ll a week xvlien
he put up a licn-housc in the back part
of it plumb again our fence.
Well, things ivent on agreeably
’tween the two families, though wc
never become wliat you might call
really acquainted with each other, the
widow bein’ in deep mournin’ and
seemin’ to want to live very much to
herself until this June. Then one
mornin’ I heard angry voices in the
next garden and, steppiu’ to inv
kitchen winder, I ketched the words:
“Two more chickens gone, and it’s
that cat takes ’em—I’ll swear it is.”
“Yes, no doubt of it,” says old Mi
Rosemary. “I’ve chased him away
myself several times. Ho ort to be
pizened—that’s wliat he ort to be.”
Mercy me! my heart stood still,
’cause there wasn’t no cat but our
Frisky in the neighborhood, and he
was Jennie Wren’s cat, and she
thought the world of him. His birth¬
day and licr’n came on the same day
■of the same mouth, though liis’n was
ten years later, and she never writ a
letter to us that she didn’t send her
love to him.
I never knowed him to trouble our
chickens and I didn’t believe that he’d
took thoir’u. So I throwed on my
Bun-bonnet and marched out into the
back yard and mounted an old chair
that stood there, and pokin’ my head
over tlse fence, I says:
“If you’re a-talkin’ about our cat,
Mr. Rosemary, I’ll make bold to say
you’re mistaken.”
AVith that the old man speaks up
and says: “Well, I’ve seen him prowl*
in’ ’round here and druv him away
several times.”
V •
SPRING PLACE. GA.. THURSDAY. SEPTEMBER 25, 1890.
‘•And did lio have a chicken either
of them times?” says I.
••Well, no ma’am; I can’t say he
did,” says lie. “But they’re disap¬
pearin’ day after day, and where can
they go?”
“Rats,” says I, gettin’ down from
the chair, and I can’t imagine, though
I’ve tried and tried, what made young
Mr. Rosemary bu’st out a laughin’.
But that very afternoon, as 1 was
a-settin’ on the back porch a-sewin’,
over the fence come Frisky with a
chicken a-hangin’ in his mouth.
Lands! 1 was taken aback. I
dropped my work and flew down the
stoop ’bout as fast as he’d come over
the ience, and 1 kctchcd him and made
him let go the chicken, and then 1
slipped off mv slipper and giv’him a
good whippin’, which bein’ his first so
frightened and astonished him that he
howled perfectly awful. Then shut
him up in the cellar and left him
there, supplyin’ him with food and
drink, of course, for two days and
nights. Well, the 30th June come
last and with it our precious
Wren, and after slic’d hugged and
kissed her father ar.d me until wc
all out of breath, she sot down in
favorite rockin’-chair and asked,
“Where’s Frisky?” I went and
the cellar door and called him; but it
was some time ’fore lie’ll come, and
when lie did come lie didn’t do
to his name, for lie just crept along
and looked as though lie expected to
see that slipper a-liovoriu’ over him in
the air.
“Why, what’s the matter witV.
him?” says Jennie. So I told her all
about it. And, if you’ll believe me,
that girl took Frisky’s part right
straight through. “Of course he
don’t know strange chickens,” says
she. “The folks that list to live there
didn’t keep any, and there isn’t
another house nearer than a block,
lie thought they was birds, and lie’s
never been whipped for catchiu’ birds.
And I’d just like to ’see Mr. Jack
Rosemary pizeu him. J*oor old
Frisky 1” i
But Frisky bid under the sofa and
refused to come out and be comforted,
and pretty soon what with Jennie
Wren a-tellin’ and us a-listcnin’ to
of city news, wo entirely forgot him.
That is, we forgot him till tca_ time,
and then, m father and me and
nie was a-drinkiu’ our tea, we heard
quite a commotion in the next garden.
“Dear me,” says I, almost droppin’
my cup, which I wouldn’t a-done for
a good deal, it being one of my blue
chancy set, “Frisky’s out and at it
agin.” And sure enough. I’d jio
sooner got the words out of my
mouth than over the fence li es Frisky
with another chicken, and Jack Rose¬
mary calls out as mail as can bei
“I’ll git my pistol and shoot him.
I ain’t a-goin’ to stand this no longer.”
“Oh! dear,” says I, and I jumps up
and was a-goin out, when Jennie says:
“Let me go, mother,” and in a minnit
she was on the old chair, and the
young man, hearing her, begun: —
“There, ma’am, I hope you’ll acknowl¬
edge it now, that I’ve scon it with my
eyes, and unless that——.” But
as lie gits as far as this Jennie’s pretty,
fluffy, golden head pops up above the
fence, and she says in a voice as
as honey: “I beg your pardon, sir,
but was you a-speakin’ to me?”
“()! no, certainly not,” says he,
a-stammeriu’ at a great rate.
thought you was your mother—I mean
—I was simply sayin’—That is, f ope
mv chickens are not annoyin’ yogr pat
in any way.”
1 don’t know how Jennie Wren ever
kept her face, but she did,long enough,
anyhow, to say slowly and gravely:
“But they do annoy him sir. They
disagree with him very much indeed.”
Then she slid from the chair on to the
grass and laughed and laughed till I
thought she never would stop.
The very next day the widow
on us a-sayin’: “She’d been very re¬
miss in not being more friendly,
she hoped wo’d overlook it, and she d
try to be a better neighbor in future.”
Then we returned her call, and then
the old man and Jack paid us a visit,
and it wasn’t long before the
fellow was in here on some excuse
other every day. And I declare to
man three weeks hadn’t gone by
the day he threatened to stioot Frisky
when I overheard Jennie Wren
in’: “Really and truly my cat
did molest our chickens,” and
Jack makes answer: “Weil, I’m per¬
fectly willin’, just to protect the
things, to have my chickens become
our chickens as soon as possible. It
only remains for you to consent.”
“Why, what do you mean, Jack
Rosemary?” says Jennie.
“Can’t you guess, Jennie Wren?”
says Jack, and ho takes her in his arms
and kisses her.
And I vow that cat i*ovcr did touch
one of them chickens after they were
married.— [Detroit Free Press.
Mow a War Began.
July 23. 1037, was the date of that
ludicrous event called the “Casting of
the Stools,” in the old cathedral of
St. Giles, Edinburgh, Scotland, which
some choose to regard as the first overt
act in the war that cost Charles I. his
head. There were no pews in those
days; “each godly dame,” writes
Chambers, “sat o:i her own chair or
clasp stool (steamer-stool) brought
to church on purpose. When the
dean, Mr. James Ilannay, opened tho
book to read the service of tho Church
of England, Jennie Geddes threw her
stool at tlio dean's head, and whole
sackful of small clnsp-bibles followed.
After the dismissal of the congrega¬
tion tho bishop was mobbed in the
street and narrowly escaped with his
life,” The King persisted in forcing
his liturgy on the Scotiisli people, and
end<£ with paying tho penalty of his
life twelve years after in tlio war that
might be said to have begun with the
Casting of the Stools in St. Giles’
Kirk. A stool is preserved in the
Antiquarian Museum, Edinburgh,
which is identified on pretty good evi¬
dence as the stool that Jenny Geddes
throw.— [New York Sun.
Copper Jewelry of the Aborigines.
The Indian women of the southern
Atlantic coast, Captain John Smith
said, had copper pendants, and the
Mangonks beautified “their houses
with great plates thereof.” Tho Vir¬
ginia Indians valued copper, and had
a custom of throwing pieces iu tlio
river when pacing their burying
groupd's- A iroufiqQn ornament of the
person was •“» broad piece of copper.”
Similar references occur in tho re¬
cords of the early settlers of Now Eng¬
land. In the St.Lawrence valley,Chain
plain met an Indian who“drew from his
bag a piece of copper tho length of a
foot, which lie gave me; the same was
very handsome and very pure; giving
me to understand that lie hail a quan¬
tity of it where lie had taken this,
which was on die border of a river
near a great lake.” The early records
invariably refer to its use as for or
nauipift, but the copper objects found
in gfgyps gpd village sites along the
northern village .coast are a|l, except a
few beads, useful objepts, such as
spear beads, arrow points pr pells. —
[Commercial Advertiser,
A Dog Hospital.
Chicago has a dog hospital, and tho
pity is that it can only be patronized by
ri.li dogs, for its prices are beyond the
means of many a suffering canine.
Possibly, though, as the hospital re¬
ceives increased patronage, a “free
clinic” may bo added, or a “bed” or
two endowed, after the manner of like
institutions for people. Dogs, and all
animals, arc liable to disease, and need
medical care when sick. Over-feeding
is often the cause of their troubles, as
it is with human animals.
Diseases of animals receive more at¬
tention now than formerly, and the
demand now is that the “dog doctor”
receive the respect due to a man who
has bPPn educated, and to his educa¬
tion adds tho dfisire fg ease tf)P suffer¬
ings of dumb animals. That a veteiv
inarian be educated is necessary, and
that he be a gentleman is not incom¬
patible with his calling.—[Picayune.
Flooding Out a Pest of Squirrels.
The owner of a vine ranch near
Porterville, Tulare county, was
troubled so much with lavages of
squirrels that he tried the experiment
of flooding them out. He dug trenches
from a big ditch all over the grounds,
turned on the water and then invited
the town boys to bring on their dogs.
At the close of the first day tfie boys
and dogs killed 2000 rodents.—[San
Francisco Examiner.
In No Hurry to Hear Him.
He—Would you like to hear me
sing “In the Sweet By and By,” Miss
Mattie?
She (sweetly)—Yes, Henry, but
not before.
.4 LAND OF EMERALDS
Curious and Precious Stones
Found in Arizona.
Petrified Redwood Tress Coated
With Amathysts.
One day last week, upon falling in
with Colonel Manuel Gomez of Tania,
a Mexican mining engineer, who has
lately been traveling extensively iu
Arizona and Old Mexico, investigating
tbe mineral resources of lint part of
tho country in the interest of some
Eastern and European capitalists, 1
asked him wliat truth there was in the
icport that precious slor.es in paying
quantities could be found in Ariz aia.
lie said;
“I \yas not looking for precious
slones, but picked lip some in formation
about them, for I go on the principle
that no s Tt of general information
can do a man harm. My experience
in Brazil, however, taught me that
wherever there were precious slones
to be foun I there was a much larger
number of fairy stories afloat as to tho
value of the‘finds.’ You know that
precious stones are simply crystalliza¬
tions, and with the exception of the
diamond, which is pure carbon, they
arc water formations, colored with
some mineral or vegetable impregna¬
tions. Those found in Arizona are
spinal rubies, sapphires, emeralds,
turquoises, an excellent garnet, ame¬
thysts and small pearls. Tho ruby has
been found in large sizes up to four¬
teen carats, but much inferior to the
Burundi rubies.
“The sapphires, emeralds and
are very small, and the amethyst crys¬
tals very largo. They are often found
in ants’nests iu the deserts, as those
industrious insects have a habit of
rying shining stones to their nests.
Larger turquoises arc found there than
anywhere else, but very light ill color.
The majority of them are
many are light blue. Tho
sapphirps pud etip<; aids are
and are generally found in a
country. Tho pearls are found along
with petrified clams and
ing that (hecountry lias been, at.
remote period, under water. I
been told by geologists that
was the first land appearing above
waters U' prehistoric ages. The tur¬
quoise is found in seams of an eighth
of an inch to four inches in width.
The Spaniards mined them at a depth
of about thirty feet. There arc ti.r
quoise mines in both New Mexico and
Arizona, which lnvc been long aban¬
doned, and in which arc found Indian
hammers made of stoqe, shqwiqg
the Indians worked then;.
“The large turquoise set in the
Spanish crown, and which Is as largo
as a pigeon’s egg, Is supp s:d to have
come from Arizona. Turquoises are
very popular among the Indians, and a
good-sized perfect stone can generally
be traded for a pony to some of the
chiefs. About twelve years ago some
unscrupulous Eastern man, finding
that corundums are in the desert, got
up a diamond excitement, scattered
some small rough diamonds at certain
points,and on the strength of the“flnds”
organized a diamond-mining company.
He is said to have made money out of
it, but the Company didn’t. The
emeralds found in Arizona are of
very good quality and very clear, but
they are small.
“In the eastern part of the Territo¬
ry, near where most of the gems are
found, thero is a petyifjed forest soipe
eighteen hundred acres in extent, the
major part of which seems to have
been California redwood. There are
a number of petrified trees lying about
that locality that arc a hundred feet
long, and some are four feet thick at
the butt. Where these trees are hol¬
low, the inside is often coated with
crystals—amethyst, topaz, or black
and White. Some of these are very
large. The trees take a very high
polish, and have been used for table
tops and other ornamental purposes,
but on account of their hardness, and
the necessarily great oxpenso of trans¬
portation and working, they are not
used so much ag their beauty would
warrant.”—[New York Star.
A wild sweet orange has been dis¬
covered growing in the northern
of Florida. The fruit hangs on
tree all the year round, often for
mouths after it is fully ripe.
Vol. X. New Series. NO. o!
A French Prisoner’s Pets.
M. de la Tude. a Frenchman who
fell under the djfpleasure of Mine,
de Pompadour in 1749 and was con¬
sequently imprisoned in Hie Bastile
and other fortresses for thirty-five
years, tells how he alleviated the te¬
dium of his captivity by making com¬
panions of some rats. lie was much
annoyed for years by the rats, which
at nightfall swarmed into his cell,
hunting about for scraps of food and
sometimes biting bis face when he was
asleep. They entered by a hole which
veil.ilated Ills dungeon; it was about
two feet above the floor, and under it
was two steps on which lie used to sit
and breathe the fresh air as it entered.
Wliilo seated there one day he
noticed a large rat at tlio other end of
the hole, and threw it a fragment of
bread. This was snatched up and
was followed by more pieces until his
supply was exhausted. The next day,
at the same hour, the rat was there
again, anil by throwing bread crumbs
so that they fell nearer and nearer to
him the prisoner gradually induced
Ids visitor to approach, until it finally
took a piece from his hand. In a few
days’ time it was so tame (iiat it would
sit on his knee, washing its face and
eating what scraps were given to it.
One day it brought a companion,
which became friendly almost at once,
and after a little while the two rats
took up their permanent residence in
the dungeon.
They occasionally went out through
the hole, generally returning with an¬
other rat, and each newcomer made
itself at home, until eventually M. de
la Tude’s cell was peopled by a family
of ten of the rodents, lie taught
them all to recognize the names lie
gave them, and used to play with them
for hours together. They learned
from him a number of tricks and
showed quite a spirit of rivalry in the
way they went though their perform¬
ances.—[CovnUill’s Magazine.
• Weeping Trees of Washington,
In tho forests of Washington and
British Columbia 1 have frequently
seon tho trees dripping copiously din¬
ing clear, bright days, when no dew
was visible elsewhere. The dripping
was so profuse that the ground under¬
neath tlio trees was almost saturated.
The phenomenon in this ease was
caused by the remarkable condensing
power of the leaves of the fir, and it
occurred only when tho relative hu¬
midify was near the dew point. Die
dripping ceases after 10 or 11 o’clock
in t::c morning, but resumes at or near
sunset. In Hakluyt’s “Voyages”
there is an account of Hawkins’ sec¬
ond voyage (o Africa and America,
written by a gentleman who sailed
With Hawkins, In which wo arc told
that In tho Island of Ferro there is a
wooping treo that supplies all the men
and boasts of the island with driuic,
thoro being no other available water
supply. Further, lie states that in
Guinea he saw many weeping trees,
hut of a species different from that at
Ferro.—[Seattle Post-Jiiteliigenoer,
The First Railroad.
July 3-fr 1801, a joint stock company
opened a narroiv-guage railed road¬
way, after the fashion of those that
had been used in mines, from Wands¬
worth to Croydon. It was built foi
hauling stone upon, the wagons being
drawn by donkeys. Certain improve¬
ments which had been made in these
arrangements by Mr. Benjamin Out
ram led to their being called Outran)
roads, afterwards contracted to tram
roads. Dr, James Anderson of Edin¬
burgh set forth their advantages stout¬
ly. “Diminish carriage expenses by
one farthing,” ho said, “and you wid¬
en the circle of intercourse; you form
as it were a new creation, not only of
stones, earth, trees and plants, but of
men also, and, what is more, of indus¬
try, happiness and joy.” And he wont
on to argue that the use of such tram¬
ways would lessen distances as meas¬
ured by time, and lower the prices of
commodities. Maria Edgeworth’s
father advocated their carrying pas¬
sengers, as avoII as goods, but he was
considered visionary. — [New York
Sun.
Thought It AY ns Larger.
Lord Noodles—“Aw, I say, captain,
what is that land we see ovali there?”
Captain—“That is America, my
lord.”
Lord Noodles—“Ye don’t say 1 I
thought America was a larger country
than that.”—[Bnzar.
S#eu in a Piet are*
Little girl upon the street,
Laughing eyes and tripping feet,
AVith your hands all running ovef
Rainy blooms and flowers of clover,
A’ou to me a picture bring
Of a long-lost sunny Spring:
AVaving woods and sunset skies
Iliac like dreams of Paradise.
Little girl, when coming days
Hold for you their memories;
When in womanhood's fair land
\ T ou shall, happy, one day stand.
Keep your childish faiths as sweet
As the blossoms at your feel;
Though your bauds no more run over
AVith the daisies and the clover.
Some day, little maiden fair,
AVith the wind-tossed, sunny hair,
Shall you flush at love’s sweet pra ses,
That are sweeter than the daisies;
AVoman's hopes and woman's love,
Sweetness sent by heaven above,
AVith these shall your hands run over
Dropping daisy blooms and clover.
—[Lilian Whiting.
HUMOROUS.
Where there’s a AVill there’s a Billy.
Eaten out of house and home—l’ie
nic dinners.
All's well that ends well; but how
about sickness?
The first result of falling in love is
generally a little falling out.
“Evil is wrought by want of
thought.” Also, optimistic singer, by
thought of want.
Jack—I have a pressing question to
ask you, Miss Amy. Amy—Go on,
Jack. Press ahead.
“Did Miss Smith receive any valu¬
able presents on her wedding day?”
“Yes, one—a new name.”
It is wretched ba.l form to agree
with everybody. Lobster salad is to
be complimented on its form.
There is plenty of room at the fop;
but tho man who gets there tries to
spread himself over four scats.
Elsie—“Did yon know papa well
before yon married him, mamma?"
Mother (sadly)—“No dear, 1 didn’t.”
Shoo Dealer—(facetiously, to cus¬
tomer.)—Why, I sell shoes so cheap
thut I might almost be culled a free¬
booter.
The small boy says, “I’ll smash
your head for two cents.” AVhen he
gets older he says, “I’ll strike the old
man for a liver.”
Boy (to his friend who lias fallen
down a hole)—“I say, Tommy, if you
shouldn’t ever come out of there alive
can I have your bull pup?”
“Do you think that speech was given
to man to conceal his thoughts?” “I
do, for I have noticed that the talkative
man never reveals any thought.”
A Aviseacro remarks that the reason
the evenings are shorter now is be¬
cause it does not stay light so long
after dark as it did awhile buck.
“Well, Fritz, you got whipped in
school today?” “Yes, but it did not
hurt.” “But you certainly have been
crying!” “Oh, I wanted to let the
teacher have a littlo pleasure out of
it,”
“How,” said Mrs. Newrich, “can
wo make tho invitations to our ball
particularly stylish?” “I’ll tell you,’*
answered her husband, “instead of
putting two-cent stamps on them,
We’ll pui ten-centers, eh?”
Cornelius Lovell—Don’t address me
as Mr. Lovell, Maude; it is so formal,
you know. Call me Cornelius. Miss
Maude—I’d call you Corn if—if-
If wliat, darling? If I thought you’d
pop. Mr. Lovell is now engaged.
Mrs. Bibbs—See here! Why are
you unloading all thoso shingles in
front of my door? We haven’t
ordered any? Driver—No, mum.
They comes wid tho compliments of
tbe neighbors. You see, folks thinks
from the way your boy acts that you
can’t afford to buy any.”
A Smart Cat.
A Watcrvillo lad tells a story of the
remarkable sagacity of a pet cat which
he owns. The feline has a great fond¬
ness for the flesh of birds, and in or¬
der to make her quest for the same
successful employs stratagem. Evi¬
dently understanding the birds’ fond¬
ness for angleworms, she collects a
number of the same and buries them
ill the ground. She then takes her
place in a convenient place of ambush,
and when the birds alight to secure
their coveted morsel she springs from
her concealment and pounces upon
them. Many a bird thus falls a prey
to pussy’s shrewdness. —[Lewiston
(Me.) Journal.
