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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.