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About North Georgia times. (Spring Place, Ga.) 1879-1891 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 22, 1891)
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.
