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NORTH GEORGIA TIMES.
C. \ T . KING, ( Proprietor
S. B. GAIU'ER, I
Jim.
“Jim hit* a future front of him”—
That’s what they used to eay of Jim,
For when young; Jim was only ten
He tn«tig!cd with the wisest men,
With wisest men lie used to mix,
And talk of law and politics;
And everybody sniil of Jim,
“He has a future front of him."
When Jim was twenty years of age,
All costuned ready for life’s stage,
He 1 a I a perfe t man’s physique,
And knew philosophy and Greek;
He’d delved in every misty tome
Of old Ar.hia and Rome,
And everybody said of Jim,
“14; lias a future front of him.”
When Jim was thirty years of age *
He’d made a world-wide pilgrimage,
He’d walked and studied ’nealh the trees
Of German universities,
And visited a id pondered on
The sites of Thebes and liahvlon;
And everybody said of Jim,
“He has a future front of him.’’
The heir to all earth's heritage
Was Jim at forty years of age,
The lore of al the years was shut,
And focused in his occiput;
And people thought, so much he knew,
“What wondrous tilings our Jim will do I”
They more than ever said of Jim,
“He has a future fiont of him.”
At fifty years, though Jim was changed,
He had his knowledge well arranged.
All tabulated, systemiz'd,
And adequate'y synthesized.
Ilis head was so well tilled within
He thought: “I'm ready to begin,’'
And everybody said of Jim,
“He has a future front of him.”
At sixty—No more may be said—
At sixty yeara poor Jim was dead.
The prea her said that such as lie
Would shine to all eternity;
In o'her worlds beyond the blue,
There was great work for Jim to do;
And o’er bis bier lie said of Jim,
“He has a future front of him.’’
The great deeds we arc going to do
6h ne ’gainst the vastaess of the blue,
Like sunset c'ouds of lurid light
Against the background of the night;
And so we climb tjie eml ess slope.
Far up the crownless heights of hope,
And each one makes himself a Jim,
And rears a future front of him.
AGATHA’S SACRIFICE.
Agatha, hovering over tho conser¬
vatory treasures, flitting from shrub
to shrub, from flower to flower, ut¬
tered a cry of delight, and darted
through the gap left in a hedge of cac¬
tus by tlie removal of a box. This
was forbidden ground, but Agatha
sever stopped to think of that.
Before her, fenced in by a screen
of flue wire, was a vining plant,
which, left unprotected, had twined
Hid intertwined its tendrils until it
Rood an impenetrable mass of foliage,
covered now with budding clusters, a
few of which towards tlie top Had
burst into early bloom. Glowing,
;up-!ike blossoms grouped on slender,
waving stems, nnd seeming to spill
down streams of fragrance from their
rosy hearts. Agatha held her breath
md clasped lier hands iu silent ecs¬
tasy.
Philip Arm Irong, coming slowly
down the bordered path, caught a
light of her through a break in the
cactus hedge, and cried out in quick
ho ror. lie sprang forward, his face
blanched deadly white, as hers was
now. He caught her up, and boro hc r
out where the marble basin of a foun¬
tain caught the falling spray, and
trickled ever in tiny ice-cold streams.
She was lying in liis arms, still and
senseless. He dashed the water in
her face, nnd sot about chafing her
hands in a manner which would have
•p; oared cruelly rough but for the in¬
tense anxiety hi s face betrayed. He gave
a sigli of relief when sho openod her
•yes languidly, and then, nfter a mo¬
ment, sat up, brushing tho moisturo
from her eyes.
“What is tho matter?” sho asked.
“Did I faint? I never was so silly be¬
fore.”
“For heaven’s sake, never let your¬
self bo caug..t so again.”
Tho danger past, his usual brusque
eccentricity returned.
“Do you know what you were
doing?”
“No—what ?”
“Taking an express ticket to immor¬
tality, by tho shortest and easiest
route.”
* ■ r
“What do yon mean? Where was I?
Oh, I remember now—the beautiful
blossoms. It is a shame ta keep them
there entirely from view. I’m sure it
must bo your work. Mrs. Redbrooke
is not so selfish.*
“Not so daring. The plant, Agatha,
is the deadliest poison. A drop of the
secretion from its succulent leaves, or
the direct inhalation of its perfume,
SPRING PLACE. GA.. THURSDAY. JANUARY 22, 1891.
will alike produce almost instant
death. You owe your own safety to
your distance from the open blos¬
soms.”
She shuddered visibly.
“And it is so lovely 1 Is there noth¬
ing beautiful that does not carry
fatality with it, I wonder?”
She regretted her thoughtless speech
when she saw the shade settle down
upon liis face.
“There is no such thing as perfec¬
tion, yon know; so that which seems to
approach it nearest must conceal the
greatest defect, to vindicate the rule.
It was careless of my sister Alice not to
warn you from that corner.”
“Oli, Mrs. Itedbrooko did, hut I
forgot when I 6aw the blossoms. 1
shall not make excuses, for 1 mean to
explore it any way. An interdiction
without the reason givcu is apt to
arouse my natural Eve!”
That was tho beginning of their
friendship. Before, Philip Armstrong
hud held himself aloof from all com¬
panionship—was gradually becoming
enveloped in a crust of inisanthrophy
and prejudice, which might tarnish*
hut could r.ot corrode, the happy nat¬
ural faculties he possessed. Beguiled
from his brusque eccentricity of man¬
ner and solitary habits, ho proved an
agreeable as we I at an instructive
compunion. Ilis was (lie old story of
early love and betrayed faith; ami be¬
cause one woman had played him false
he decided that tliero were none true.
Agatha, strong in her belief of hu¬
man goodness, imposed upon herself
the task of showing him his error.
An easy lesson to acknowledge wtien
inculcated by such a teacher; but
Pniiip was not prepared to yield up
his stronghold of years without a show
of resistance.
During his years of seclusion, FhB
ip had imbibed a love of chemistry,
and fitted tip a little room witli iioces
sarv apparatus for experimental re
searches. Passing this that same
afternoon, Agatha saw him, with a
half-mask drawn over his face, busied
over his phials; and she paused by tho
door, which was slightly ajar.
“May I coino in?” sho asked.
lie turned, motioning her back.
“No, not now. I atn endeavoring
to discover an antidote for poison
bloom, nnd atn dealing with chemi¬
cals scarcely less deadly, If I risk
tlie lives of others by kecp'ng such a
dangerous pet, it is but fair that I
should jeopardize my own to insure
their security.”
“Is not your life precious?” she
asked, reproachfully.
“Stinted and barren, how can it
be? However, I have led you to over¬
estimate tho danger. Only inexpe¬
rienced hands would create it here.”
“Bearding tho lion iu his den?”
cried Airs. Redbrooke, coming down
tho passage. “Agatha, I wonder at
your temerity. Is lie very formida¬
ble?”
Laughing, she looked over Agatha’s
shoulder iu her brother’s laboratory.
“Go away, both of you,” cried
Philip. “I shall be tempted to pro¬
voke an explosion, if tho labors of
science are to be thus interrupted.
Alice, take.charge of that young lady,
if you don’t want the house demolished
about your cars.”
“Come, then, my dear. Mr. Alal
lard is in the parlor; he will appre¬
ciate you.”
“Oh, dear!” sighed Agatha, mov¬
ing away. “That beardless boy I”
riiilip, hearing her, stroked his own
luxuriant hirsute growth with proud
fondness, and, smiling, resumed his
task, lie went down, hours later,
wearied and disappointed.
“The antidote,” asked Agatha, “did
you discover it?”
“No; but I am sanguine still. Sim¬
ple failure does not necessarily imply
defeat.”
Still the object of his search eluded
him; but repeated failures only served
to increase liis resolution. Early and
]nte, Agatha knew him to be in his
laboratory, working with scarcely
diminished zeal. Then, one day came
when her little room did not witness
his presence; neither did he appear
within the family circle. Agatha
wandered restlessly about until Mrs.
Redbrooke came, and changed her
vague uneasiness into a settled, dull
pain, which weighed heavily down
upon her.
“Oh, Agatha, my sweet friend,
the lady began, “it is coming out liko
a romance—clots, misunderstandings
and the usual happy finale. I told
you of Phil's early disappointment,
you remember. We all thought Flora
Alaey treated him very badly; but it
appears that the poor girl was im.
posed upon by some ridiculous stories
to his discredit, and was persuaded by
false representa ions into her mar¬
riage with her cousin. It was her
father’s doing, to keep the Macy es¬
tate unbroken. But sho is a widow
now, ami has written to I'hil, explain¬
ing it all. Poor girl! To think of
our blaming her so, when sho has
really suffered most."
“He has gone to hcr?” Agatha
asked, constrainedly.
“No. lie is quite overcome by the
news, nnd has locked himself in liis
bed-chamber. But I have planned a
surprise for him. I am going for
Flora without Ids knowledge. You
shall accompany mo if you wish, my
dear.”
Agatha pleaded an excuse and went
away; while Mrs. Redbrooke, never
knowing the mischief sho had uncon¬
sciously wrought, proceeded on her
well intended mission.
Philip, coining down in the dusk,
paused at the door of tho yet unlighted
parlor.
“Agatha, aro you there? I have
found my antidote at Inst.”
A figure that was not Agatha’s float¬
ed out of the dimmer shadows ot tho
room, his hand was imprisoned in the
clinging clasp of soft, white fingers,
his pardon implored by a voice broken
with tearful sobbing.
“Oh, Phil, Phil! Can you forgive
and forget. 1 have suffered so for my
hasty judgment of you! If you knew
ull, you would bear me no ill-will—I
explained my mistakes and my wrong¬
doing in such bitter remorse.”
“Flora, is it you? Don’t reproach
yourself for what is irrevocably past.
I forgavo you when 1 thought you
were more in fault than I now know
you to have been.”
That was all; and Flora Macy felt
the chill of disappointment—know
that tho old relation between them
cou'd never be re-established.
Blit Agatha, on tho stairs, seeing
their figures dimly outlined (hero to¬
gether in the waning light, broko out
with a dry sob, and fled away from
the sight which was torture to hcr.
lie caught the sound of her speed¬
ing steps and followed nftor her, fear¬
ing ho knew not what. But ho lost
her on the way, and, seeking vainly
for a time, turned at length towards
tlie conservatory. Tlie last rays of the
fading western light fell upon tlie
wide central aisle. Coming towards
him, her face alight with glori us
tenderness, her arms filled with clus¬
ters of tho beautiful deadly flowers,
was Agatha. She saw him standing
there, struck motionless with horror,
and spoke quiotly, but with breath¬
less intensity.
“Ah, my love! It is fitting you
should know my sacrifice- I could
not live and seo anot! er woman
blessed by • your dear love, which I
coveted. But I can die—oh, so gladly!
—wishing you all happiness with her!
Seel”
She buried her face among tho fra¬
grant blossoms. That broke the Bpell
which held him. IIo tore them away
from her, flung them back into a far
corner, and rushed away to liis labora¬
tory. The antidote was there to his
hand; and, despite her action, Agatha
was saved. Sho did not know it,
though, or realize the assurance of
perfect happiness to which she awoke
at last, until she had passed days of
torpor succeeded by weeks of fever,
after which came completo convales¬
cence.
When sho could move about again,
at her request, Philip took her to the
spot where the dangerous plant had
beon. It was gone, and sweet-scent¬
ed mignonette grew there instead.
“1 could not trust it, even with my
antidote,” he declared. “But here
you have all the fragrance without
the bane.”
Agatha was contented, though she
knew it would never have tempted
her again.
A Patient Man.
“No, Mr. Troiter,” she said firmly,
“I repeat it a thousand times—no!”
“Well, keep on,” he remarked,
pleasantly; “that’s only twice, and by
the time you reach the six hundredth
you’ll be, glad to vary it with a ‘yes.’
Will you kindly begin?”—[Munsey’s
WALL PAPER.
Its Manufacture Is an Immense
Industry.
Methods of Designingand Mak¬
ing the Paper Explained.
The business of manufacturing wall
papers is something immense. There
are about twenty mills in Philadelphia
'devoted to it and quite a number in
New York. Those aro the two great
producing centers, though there aro
several factories in Baltimore and a
number more scattered elsewhere over
the country. Tho manufacturers have
their designs made for them mostly by
women, though not a few men pursue
this occupation for a livelihood. In
New York there Is a big school where
women are taught the art of design¬
ing wall papers as well as carpets, oil¬
cloths and such things. At tho estab¬
lishment I speak of instruc ion is
given in tho methods for producing
work in practicable shape from the
manufacturers’ point of v.ew.
To a certain extent it is mechanical
in character, not merely as to the con¬
ventionalizing of natural objects, such
as flowers or what not, but in relation
to tho sot rules which govern the
adaptation of colors. Manufacturers
aro always eager to buy new patterns
that are good, and they pay excellent
prices for what pleases them in this
way. A design for a wall paper to
cover the biggest room may not bo
bigger than a foot square, being sim¬
ply expanded over any space by repe*
titioii, ns you may seo by examining
• ho papering of any apartment, but it
may easily bo worth to 'he producer
$25 or even more if it strikes the man¬
ufacturer favorably.
Thus it comes about that many of
?ttw«mcn graduated from tho New
York school and othe-' workers in tho
same lino in various parts of the
country mako very good incomes by
this sort of labor, particularly if they
have talent. Tlie designing of wall
papers is an art, and, if you liavo ob
scrycd you will have noticed that wall
papers have becomo very much more
beautiful within the last few years.
Especially docs this apply to tlie cheap
papers, which at 15 cents a roll or
even less, arc now produced in really
lovely patterns.
Having got tho designs, tho manu¬
facturer has his “type” made. The
typo is somewhat after the manner of
printers’ type, save that it is made of
wood in roller form. To begin with,
for cheaper papers, a roller that carries
the pattern of the “ground” receives
the endless strip of white paper fed to
itandputson (lie tint desired. Tho
strip thus tinted pas-es on to a second
roller that applies another color, and
so on until tho paper comes out at tho
other end of the machine finished.
In making fine grades of goods only
one color or tint is put on nt once, the
paper Icing passed each time through
n different machine for each successive
effect. As the paper runs from Iho
machine it is run into a drying room
and from thence it passes, when dried,
to a contrivance that rolls it, cutting
it off automatically into eight-yard
lengths. So you will find wall paper
iu Hie shops in tho shape of eight
yard roil3.
Paste is a very important item in the
expense account of a paper-hanging
firm. It is made by concerns that do
nothing else. There aro four of them
iu Baltimore. In the manufactuio
flour is mixed with water in great
tanks that hold four barrels each and
tho stuff is cooked by steam, though
not to boiling point. An acid is put
in to keep it from getting sour, so
that we can keep a bucket of paste for
a month exposed to the air without its
turning a pa ticlc. By wholesale paste
costs about $2.50 a barrel, and one
barrel will paper perhaps 24 rooms.—
[Washington Star.
The Guanacos, (
In some part of Peru, Bolivia, and
Chili gnanacos are as a common w
goats in Swi zerland. The animal’s
body is somewhat of the greyhound
bnild, being very narrow iu the loins
but deep in tho chest. It is covered
with long hair, exceedingly soft and
flue, pale yellow, shading to white un¬
derneath; combined with the strength
and endurance of the llama it has all
the characteristics of the North Ameri¬
can deer, being as graceful, as fleet
Vol. X. New Series. NO. 5 ].
footed, and its flesh is much like that
of tlie antelope. Their skins,like those
of tho vicuna, command a high price
in Europe, where they aro in great
demand for carriage robes, cloak lin¬
ings, &c.
In their wild state the animals
roam in flocks and one of the herd al¬
ways stands on guard. If danger
threatens he gives the alarm by stamp¬
ing liis feet, and swift indeed must
the pursuer bo who can overtake
them. They abound in great numbers
in tho less thickly settled j ortious of
southern Chili and 1 hut part of the
Argentine Republic which used to be
Patagonia, where they furnish the
principal sport of the people. Every
hunter who can afford it keeps a pack
of tlogs trained especially for this
cha«e.
The men “stalk” the game with
greatest care and somolimes get near
enough for a shot with their rifles; but
it oftener happens that the timid
creatures dec'ine so close an ac¬
quaintance with their natural enemy,
man. If a guanaco is found grazing
singly on the plain the clianee of get¬
ting hint is very small; but when the
herd is pursued each animal tries to
crowd himself into the centre for
grower safety, thus considerably re¬
tarding their speed by the confusion
ttiat ensues, it is amusing to note
how well the dogs understand this
trick, and while crazy to pursue a
flock they look with indifference upon
the solitary guanaco or vicuna.
What is known as “beznar stone” is
occasionally found in the stomach of
one of these animals, and to possess it
is considered tho greatest kind of
good fortune, its magical virtues ex¬
empting tho lucky individual who
carries it in his pocket from most of
the ills (o which flesh is licir.—[Wash
iiig.ou Star.
How Opium Is Prepared.
Opium is prepared in various ways.
Tlie powder, the extract and lumpy
cakes, either round, square or flattened
or in the form of balls aro a few of
tho forms in which it appears in tho
market. It is fragrant and tho color
depends somewhat oi. the temporaluro
at tho time it is collected from tlie
plants. It is a milky juico which
exudes from tho poppy flowers at tho
time of (heir expansion.
An incision is made in the unripe
capsule and tlie juice is left to dry
over-night, and it is then removed
with a blunt knife. If tlie dew lias
boen heavy during the night tlie yield
is greater, but tho opium is dark in
color; if, on tlie contrary, there lias
been no dew, tho yield is less, but the
opium is of a lighter color. After tlie
opium is collected it is dried in tlie
shade. Tho gummy or mucilaginous
cakes aro of inferior quality nnd less
esteemed in the market tiiau other
va;iotios.—[Tiines-Democrat.
Painlessness of Death.
Tliero have been several instances in
which tlie process of death has been ob
se ved, even to its termination, by phi¬
losophers, and the instances aro worth
relating, says tho New York World.
Dr Cullen, when dying, is said to have
faintly arlicul ted lo one of Ids inti¬
mates: “1 wish I had the power of
writing or speaking, for thou 1 would
describe to you how pleasant a thing
it is to die.”
Dr. Black, worn out by ago and a
disposition to pnlmonaiy hemorrhage,
which obliged him to live very low,
while eating his customary meal of
bread and milk fell asleep and died in
so tranquil a manner that he had net
even spilt tho contents of the spoon
which he held in his hand. And Sir
Charles Blagden, while at asocial meal
wi h his friends, M. and Aline. Ber
thollet and Gay-Lussac, died in his
chair so quietly that not a drop of the
coffee in tho cup which he held iu hit
baud was spilt.
Pulled a Royal Tooth.
Dr. 'William C. Boswell, a young
and skillful dentist,who, coming from
Baltimore, located in Loudon last
spring, had the honor of pulling a
tooth from the royal mouth of tho fair
Princess Maud of Wales last week.
It was a wisdom tooth and it hated to
let go. The princess screamed liko a
locomotive. Dr. Boswell got $50 for
the job, and of course the advertise¬
ment is a priceless one. As for tho roy¬
al tooth, the doctor has mounted it and
enshrined it iu a velvet case.—[Chica¬
go News.
At flio Fireside.
Tile on the logs! the bright flames start
Ami up the roaring chimney race;
How grateful should we he sweetheart,
For just this little fireplace!
I said today that I was poor.
And poor in some things I may he;
But here's a shelter—who needs more?—
And two bright eyes to shine for me.
No sculptured busts, no paintings rare
Crowd tlie plain mantel and the shelf;
God made the only picture here.
And that sweet picture i»—yourself!
No record old of ancient lore
Strange wisdom to tlie place imparts;
In love’s content we ask no more
Than just to read each other's hearts.
We have no idle dreams of fame
And all our worldly wants are few;
What care 1 for a laureled name
M hen I’ve tlie sweetest name in you?
Lean, go'den head, upon my breast
In wealth of wondrous beauty which
Hath crowned my life and made me blest;
Ann kiss me, dear, nnd make me rich!
—[F. L. Stanton, in Atlanta Constitution.
HUMOROUS.
Sugar manufacturers ought to move
in the most reflned society.
The dentist is a much sought man,
for ho fills an aching void.
The acrobat who opens his mouth to
put his foot in it is a corker.
A man may be dead broke in Wall
street without being a dead broker.
A vigilance committee, a rope and a
tree wid make every desperado rise to
a point of order.
The young woman who proposes
marriage to a man is only trying to
make a name for herself.
“Why do they call Patti a diva!’
asked Mrs. Kanglc. “Because sha
gels along swimmingly,” replied her
husband.
“Do you not feel tlie eloquence of
nature hero on this glorijus crag?”
sho murmured. “Yes,” he answered,
“I do. Tlie mountain's peak.”
Most peo,.lo seem to think a rumor
is like a subscription list. Every time
it comes to tho it they add something
to it and pass it along to the next.
Daughter—Why is it, mu, that a
honeymoon is supposed to last only
tlireo mouths? Ma— At tho end of
three mouths tlie quarterly bills come
in.
Stern parent—I say, Mr. Softly?
Softly—Yes, sir. Stern parent—You
seem to stay around a great deal for a
m in who is so badly “gone” as you
arc.
Host—Great Scott! There are thir¬
teen at the table. Guest—Surely you’re
not so superstitious as all that? “No,
but there’s only food enough for
twelve!”
Dangle—Nature has been very kind
to Miss Lucy. See tlie roses on her
checks. Lucy’s rival—Yo», indeed.
Due must have a natural gift to paint
like that.
Badgering Attorney—Insanity runs
in your family, I believe? Long
siiffering witness—Well, my grand¬
father quit bossing a fruit stand to be¬
como a lawyer.
Men are a good deal like cheap bed¬
steads; the smoothly-varnished side is
for public view; but the rough un¬
pinned splinters rub up against Ills
household wall.
A Last Resort: Mrs. Bingo—I
noticed there was a rent in your
trousers this morning. Mr. Bingo—
Thank heaven! Give it to the land¬
lord when lie comes.
“What part am I o take?” said Chap¬
pie. “You are to bo the heroiuo’s
father,” replied the stago manager.
“What does ho do?” “lie dies ten
years before tho curtaiu rises on the
first act.”
Cumso—My dear, what do you think
of these “dollar dinners for four” that
tlie family journals are making such a
spread of? Mrs. Cumso—I think it
might bo possiblo to get one up for
four dollars.
Little Mabel described graphically
her sensation on str.king a dimpled el¬
bow on the bed carving. “Oh, my I**
she sighed, “mamma, 1’vo struck my
arm just whero it makes stars in my
fingers.
Teacher (to new pupil)—What it
your last name, my little man? New
pupil—Tommy, Teacher—What it
your full name? New pupil—Tommy
Jones. Teacher—Then Jones is your
last name? Tommy—No, it isn’t.
When I was born my name was Jones,
nnd they didn’t give me the other for t
month afterward.
