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CHEROKEE ADVANCE.
“Wo had
rather bo right than to be President."
VOLUME V.
CANTON, GEORGIA,
SATURDAY MORNING. FEBRUARY 3, 1883.
NUMBER 8.
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Office in store of J. M. JIc VFEE,
SALII AM) I’ll) STABLft
J. W. JARVIS.
JEWELER AND PHOTOGRAPHER,
CANTON, GEOUUtA.
Can ho found at his (filleiy, at any
time where he is fUwajB rt a lv to do good
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W. A. & G. ITEASLY,
A TTC ) H N KY S til LAW,
('ANTON, GEORGIA.
Will g’ve primpt aitention to all bus-
iiless inti listed to tliem. Wi 1 practice
in a'l the courts of tho ocunty, and in
the Superior courts o( the Blue Ridge
circuit. I j *n7 ly
n. F.PAYNE, P.P. Dupree.
PAYNE & DuPREE
Attorneys at Law,
CANTON, : : GEORGIA.
L. J. GARTRELL,
Attorney at Law,
3J Whitehall St., Atlanta, (korgia
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District Courta of At'anta, and the Su
premo and Superior Ciurt of the State.
G. W. EVANS,
Ctainesvil'e Street, : CANION, GA.
Near the Ita lroad Depot.
Horses and Buggies at reasonable
prices.
Cmiagea and Horses always ready.
Will send to any pan of the country,
with careful drivers and gentle teams.
All kinds ol stock fed and well cared
'Or.
'HAULING AND DltAYING
done at low rates.
Customers will he politely waited on
at all hours, dav or night.
O. W. EVANS,
nov26 81 t l Proprietor.
DR. J. M. TURK,
Office on Main Street—Fronting
Church Street.
Will nttdi 1 c*lD at all hours. If I am
not »t ii.y nffioo v h*-n you c< II for me, look
at the slate in window, or coll on Holland
A Hardin, or enquire atony residence.
In connection willi the prnctic-. I hnve
Dm71 to suit this tcjtion of country, which
I will sell c'le’p.
I fink rry fiwiuls to cnl! nnd ice me.
Canton,'July 32,1882.
11. W. NKWMAN. JNO. T. ATT*WAY.
NEWMAN & ATTAWAY,
Attorneys at Law,
CANTON, : : GEORGIA.
Wi 1 practice in tho Superior Court of
Cherok-e nnd adjoining counties. Prompt
attention Riven to all ljuaine«s placed in
their hands Office in the Court IIoun?.
H. H. McENTYRE,
Uriel*-, Plastering,
AND STONE WORKMAN,
CANTON, GEORGIA.
I nm fully prepared to do nny kind of
Mason", or P as) ring at the lowest possible
rate?, ami solicit the "patronage of those de.
siriuic work in my litn. tl. II. McESTYRR.
DR. W. A. GREENE,
O FFERS his professional services to
to the citizens o' C intor—and will
practice out of the Village iu Surgery
and Cjnsultsllor.
FEES same as other Physicians,
N. II.—The old Reliable Clicrokcc
Drug Store will continue to keep a
full sti ck of l)ruga and Mediclnea and
sell them chtap forca^h. ['ep7 '82 2m
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JOHN H. DELI.,
Carpenter,
Having permanently located in Car-
tic— He i> now prepared to do all kinds
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pairing promply done at ratisfactory
prices. I’.irCes contemplating building
will find it to their interest to get my
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er workmen. J. H« HELL.
TIN SHOP.
J. II. STEADMAN,
Manufacturer ol all Tinware, roofing
guttering, stove pipes, ga? pipes, steam
pipes and anything made of tin, etc.
Repairing.— Will repair any and ev
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and woik warrauted. Marietta street
Canton, Ga. [mar25 ’82 ly
NEW
ENTERPRISE!
“ A HAPPY NE1V YEAR."
“A ttnppy New Year!” says nno anil all,
Like a wave of joy it (Ills the nlrl
Ki oin the iigi'il llps’kiml greetings full,
And ntorry words from tho young anil fair.
•A Happy New Year!" Oh ring It out
With Die organ's lone, amt the peal of belli
Let the little children sing nnd shout,
With gladness nnd joy each bosom swells.
\ -ritvM Hint n little yonr ago
Wns fresh nnd sweet as n glad surprlso,
\* spotless and pun 1 ns n veil of snow,
I Ins slowly u mullet before our eyes.
And tiny by liny, ns the year went by,
A line wns written upon the scroll;
We gave to them each u smile or sigh,
Wo have only smiles to give tho whole.
The fair white pnge of the coming year,
nil, whnt is the icoord It will hear?
\\ ill fnith nnd courage our pnthw ny cheer,
And loving hearts nil our sorrows share?
To those It eo«cs like n wave of light,
Ght edged unit bright ns tho morning's
dawn;
To others, perhaps, like a rnyliiss night,
From which moon and stars liuvo been
withd rftwn.
lint the llnnd that hns held us hitherto
Is able to keep to the very end;
Though tho way Ho lends us he strange and
new
Ills justice and mercy together blond.
so, with stronger faith In the God wo trust,
Lei us greet with smiles this happy day,
And wait (orrownrd, if wall wo must,
Till the scroll ol tho year 1ms rolled aw ay.
—Cfaru n. Heath.
TRIPP & TOLBERT,
Now have their New Steam Macbir-
ery in full operation in Canton.
Plaining Lumber,
Joiuting and Matching, *
M milling ami preparing all
Lumber for building purposes.
SPECIAL ATTENTION
To ginning and packing cotton.
Grinding Com
O.i the afternoon of Tuesdays nnd Frh
days of each week, we will grind all corn
brought to our milh
Ciuton, Ga., Sept. 30, 18S2,
MEDICAL CARD
DR. N. SEWELL returns thaoks to the
citizens of Canton uiul vicinity, for their lib
eral patroaage.
Biing permanently located, will continue
to practice medicine, surgery and midw i'ery.
lloj ing by industry, energy and strict ap
plication to business, to merit an increased
patronage and confidence.
Office in Dr. W. A. Green’*. Drug Store.
Residence adjoining W. 11. Warhcb.[nuv9
A NEW-YEAR’S GIIUST.
The wind rnecs wildly through the
town, making n weird, moaning sound
in desolate places near the coast, whore
great, dark rooks east their uncanny
shadows, and around the village gables.
Tho fow stars which glimmer between
tho heavy clouds look pale and shiver-
ing, hut the village windows arc rod
with light, nnd it is evident that an
event of no small importance is at hand.
Lanterns glonin along tho main street,
footsteps echo on the frozen ground,
for there is only tho lightest sprinkling
of snow over tho rough hubbies. But
lanterns and footsteps nil wind toward
the village store just now, where every
evening the sailor and funner, oven tho
squire, the aristocracy, tw well as tho
humbler portion of iho town, congro
gate to discuss tho weather, the crops,
the news, and to relate thrilling stories
of adventures at ecu.
To-night conversation is unusually
brisk and interesting. The parson
himself is there, nnd condescends to
joke a little with tho cozy group at tho
back of. tho glowing store, while wait
ing for his purchases to bo weighed
and tied up in separate brown paper
parcels, nnd, in spite of himself, waits a
moment to hear the denouement of a
thrilling ghost story, told with the as
surance that it is a solemn fact, by a
brown old sailor, who shakes his gold
oar-rings as lie proceeds in his recital,
with a great deal of norvous energy.
"Now, this is cz truo as I set in this
cheer, gcntlomcn,” he announces,
gravely, at tho end of nearly evory sen
tence.
And though ho is not sitting at. nil,
but leaning his stalwart length over a
flour barrel, no one seems to doubt.
The squire looks as gravely interested
as tho boys. The parson smiles, but jt
is noticeable that the smile affects only
one side of his mouth, and is as lacking
in amu-emont as is tho open mouth of
the man who is waiting for tho forceps
of the dentist in tho advertisement of
the toothache medicine which adorns
tho smoky wall. Tho teller seems to bo
ns also-stricken himself ns his hearers.
Tho effect of the tale is heightened by
the dead silence of tho place, the dim
ness of tin: lamplight, tho weird shad
ows in the corners, nnd meandering
wreaths of smoko which curl up toward
the dingy rafters overhead, and encircle
no head of tho old story-teller, giving
him the look of an enchanter or a genii
of old working over the lire.
Outside there is tho troubled voice of
the sea, the wailing of the wind. Tho
sto v ended, a long-drawn breath goes
around tho circle. The parson gives
utterance to a nervous little laugh.then,
suddenly becoming alive to his dignity
nnd liis duty, speaks against tho folly
of superstition, with which ho declares
the whole town to bo alive.
"Wall, ’t a’n’t no wonder, parson,
when ghosts is seen walkin’ these hero
streets on dark nights,” spoke up anoth
er old fisherman. "I seo John Norton’s
.J. 1VI. BURTZ,
ATTORNEY AM) COMLLOR AT LAW
(’ANTON, GEORGIA.
Offioj in the Cjurt House. [mai25 ly
€. D, MADDOX,
ATTORNEY at LAW,
CANTON. GEORGIA.
COME
JVM. HARDIN,
House, Sign, Carriage
—AND -
Ornanental Painter.
FRESCO & SCENIC ARTIST.
CANTON, GEOF.GIA.
A.TSTD
SEE ME.
I HA YE just opened a Complete Stock
dnect from the manufactory of Fancy
Candies, Mixed Candies, Plain Candies,
Crackers ot all sor s Also Fresh Rabins,
N uts, Oysters, Canned Goods, and every
thing wanted in this line. I respectful
ly ask patronsge of my friends, both in
the store and job work. Blanks, Dee b,
& ?. always on hind.
CLAUDE F. EDGE.
Nr-. 18, 1882.
ghost Inst night as plain ns I seo you
this blessed minute. I went daown to
my boat-haouso there to tho landin’
about eight o’clock, an’ a cornin’ back,
jest ez L waz against them tew tall pine
trees afore you git to my haouse, tlicro
he was standin’ ’n’ lookin’ mo in tho
face. Tho moon shone right onto his
features, ’n’ lor’! there wa’n’t no more
mistakin’ ’em than mistakin’ my broth
cr’s. 1 didn’t say nothin’, 1 was so
kinder took aback, not, believin’
ghosts afoiA ’n’ he turned into the
woods road that leads to the old Nor
ton place. Ho moved spry ornuff, but
’t wa’n’t like walkin’. He kinder glided
off like a shadder,’n’his coat looked
sorter thin ’n’ white.”
"Wall, naow, if I ha’n’t dashed 1 ” ex
claimed a jolly-looking farmer, rubbing
his stubbly chin, exditcdly. "My wife
’n’ her sister declared to Moses that
they’d seed the same feller last night,
walkin’ past the house ’bout twilight,
but senee that spiritualist woman has
been here in tho villago, they’ve been
a scein’ ’n’ hearin’ all sorts o’ things,
’n’ I didn’t make no account of their
ghost, no more ’n nothin’ at all.”
“Whowns John Norton?” inquired
the parson, who was a new-comer.
“ A sea Cap’in who got wrecked some
eight years ago, and as promising a
young man as we ever raised in the
toirn,” said the Squire slowly. "1 was
his first voyage as Captain, anil thoss
who were saved say that ho stood by
the ship until the very last minute.
He wns found frozen to death on the
wreck aftor tho storm was over by a
vessel which was hound for Boston.
John was known by tho Captain of this
vessel, and he brought the body into
port with him, and it was sent on hero
ami buried ”
“Then there is no doubt but what the
man Is realty dead," said tho parson,
"bailors have sometimes tho faculty of
coming to lift! again, von know; that
is,” ho added with duo seriousness,
" “ore are talso reports ot their death.
II v ninny sailors have come hack to
. ..mouth sa'o and sound, who have
bjeu reported drowned?'’
"Never hut one senee I’ve been old
enough to remember," said an old man,
who had hitherto been silent. "That
vvuz I.nko Higgins, ’n’ he’d ’a’ done
hisself ’u’ tho luown both a favor if ho
lied’a’ died. It’s them kind o’ chaps
what dow turn up, not Marlin’ good
fellers like John. John, he wuz a ditff-
ful loss."
“Oh, there’s no possibility of John's
being alive,” said tlie Squire, nervous
ly. "I saw him 1 uried myself, poor
fellow, lie was ongngud to mv daugh
ter Elsie, nnd she, poor giil, has ilono
nothing hut mourn for turn all these
years. I objected to the match at first,
hut before ho went away on his last
voyage, 1 became fully alive to his good
qualities. 11c was a lrave, manly fol
low.”
Enter Mrs. Blagg the wife of a fish
erman, quite out of breath, nnd look
ing very wild.
"What Is it, Mary Jane? You look
as if you’d seed a ghost, too,” said her
husband, who was one of tho circle by
tho lire.
"So I have, Lemuel, true ez you nro
alive.. 1 come right face to fate with
John Norton coinin’ through the field
from our house to tho main road. 1 seo
him just rs plain oz I see you folks
neovv, but I didn’t wait to see him long,
1 ken tell ye, but just send by hint like
lighting', 'n' run intevv the Squire’s, ’n’
told Miss Elsie all about it. I vvuz drolful
Heart, but I thought she'd orter kneovv
about It. so I kop up till l got there, V
then I went off intevv a kinder faint.
Bein’ sorter weak after r. fit er phthisic,
I couldn't stan’ it.”
“Hoovvdid ho look?” inquired one
man under his breath.
" Drotful nntoral, only kinder white
’n’ pr u cd, ’n’ he kinder bailed
looked straight at mo kinder wild
s’prised. They say ghosts don’t never
like to bo overtook, ’n’ I don’ts’poso he
spocted to meet nobody In that lono-
sonio field.”
1 " But liovv could you seo his face so
distinctly on so dark anightP" said tho
Squire, seeming considerably (list orbed.
"Good grnslius, you don't s’po«o I
went through that there field without
no lanternP Still, after giving him one
good look. 1 wuz so flustered that 1
dropped the lantern on tho spot, ’ll’ rim
sereoehin’ along as fast as I could.
You'll hev to git that (hero lantern,
Lemuel, fur’t wouldn’t dew to lose it,
no hr.ovv; wo ealft afford tew git a noo
one.”
“Well, good people," said the
Squire. " wo mustn’t lot ghosts inter
fere with our New Year’s festivities. It,
is time that all invited guests should be
at my house, nnd hero am J, tho host,
away from home.”
And tho Squire hurried out of tho
stoic, aud a’ong the dusky wood until
ho came to a brilliantly-lighted old man
sion on the hill.
It had long been his custom to give a
house-warming, as lie called it, on New
Year's Eve. Nearly all tho town were
bidden to tlieso festivities, and they
were enjoyed hugely by young and old,
rich and poor. Some of iho old families
thought tho squire somewhat democratic
in his way of giving entertainments, and
rather turned up their noses at the
small sailor’s and fishermen’s families;
but neither the sailors nor the fisher
men took it to heart, nnd evorvthing
went merry ns n marriage bell, os a
general thing.
The squire entered the houso, greeted
a few guests who had already arrived,
and then sought Elsie, his daughter,
who was standing bv the window at the
end of tho long hall, looking pale and
distressed.
"Don't be troubled by Mary Jane
Blagg*s nonsense, dear," ho said, "she
is a foolish woman, and is always imag
ining all sorts of mysterious things.”
"But, father, I’ve had such strange
dreams of late. I don’t believe in such
things, of course, but they say several
other people have seen the—appari
tion. 1 '
it is all imagination
she’d quit thinkln’ or John Norton, ’n’
give Tom Rollins, that ’s worn to a
shadder waitin’ fur her, some encour
agement. They did say, jest before
John went away, that she was ruthor
turnin’ tho cold shoulder on hint, ’u’
favorin’ Torn; but, lor’, there vvarn't no
t "iitli in it, fur 1 see she ami John part
the dav ho went away, ’n' though they
was both quiet ornuff, there vvarn't no
coldness between ’em. I kin toll ye."
"Did you hear hcovv John Norton’s
ghost bed boon seen mound hero by
four or live dillorentpersons?" sins an
other gossip in a mysterious whisper.
"Elsie's hoerd on it, and she's terribly
out nbont it."
"For gracious sakos, no! vYlion?
Who? Wall, 1 knoovved sulliin’ vvuz a
goin’ lew happen. I told Slab so this
very night, fur there's bin tow lookin’-
ghisscs broke hero tow the squire’s
within the past month all shivered to
pieces, l’hobo Ann, the help, told me
Nonsense!
May bo one of the Port Nortons is about
here just now. There is a strong family
resemblance between them all, y° 1 }
know. The mystery will be explained
in a few days, I am sure."
Elsie cleared her brow, and entering
the parlor, greeted the coming guests
with her usual quiet cordiality. She
was a tall, handsome girl of twenty-
seven, with tho brow of a madonna, and
large, dark eyes, which, even when she
smiles, are intensely sad, though filled
with a warm, kind glow, which
cheered one like a fire on a frosty
night.
The laro-e, square rooms arc soon
filled. He art some fires leap on tho wide
hearthstones. There is gossip iu the
corners, p’.aving of games by the young
people; there are quiet flirtations on tho
staffs and in the halls, and after supper
there is to be a dance in the great din
ing-room. ,
"Elsie looks paler ’ n soberer n ever
to-night, don’t she?” asks one of tho
gossips in the corner of her cronv •
"Yes, she duz. I was a hopm that
Mis’ Lemuel Blagg, she wns so took
aback by Mein' or him, I hot she went
intevv a faint, ’n’ it took tow glasses or
■peril to bring her tow agin.”
"You don’t say so! I never hoerd toll
o’ such a thing. Where vvuz she? V
lionvv did he look?—liko a corpse, or
like a live man, oz 1 boot'll some dew?”
Wall, she was so flustered when she
see him, (hot she dropped her lantern,
’n’ onrn’t toll fur’s I kneovv jest luiow
he did look. Ilirani Pratt'iu Mis’Job
Johnson Ti’ her sister ho/, soon him tew,
they say ho looks (brutful natural,
only sonic older ’n' he did when he
died. They 're a settlin’ iq> tho old
Norton estate in a putty queer way,
them Norton vvimnirn over tew the
Port, ’n’ that's why his ghost is n lurkin’
around these ; arts, 1 s’pose.”
Sponkin’ o’ ghosts," says Captain
Riley, nn old sailor who hud had more
strange experiences, known more
mysterious happenings, than any
o'h t man iu tlio town, mid
that was saying a good deal; "1 saw a
drotful strange apparition out tew sea
abe nd twenty years ago."
"Do tell us about it.” said several of
tho young people ill the same breath,
leaving their games and joining the
circle around Iho lire, for Captain
Riley’s slories were famous in the
town.
"Wall, naow, I s’poso I’ve told the
story a hundred times over at one lime
’n' another in this place, hut If voti nro
anxious to hear it 1 can toll it again.”
Nearly all the pooplo ill the room
were anxious to hear it, and alter tilt
ing to and fro hi Ids cl Air saveml
t'liies, and clearing his throat with a
great deal of vigor, ho comm-meed to
relate the thrilling tale of ugh st which
appeared on shipboard dtiringoneof liis
foreign vov ages—I he ghost of a sailor
who had been wronged by the former
mastor of tho vessel, and was mysteri
ously intirdorod on shoru after llio ship
reached port.
Elsio, tier large, dark eyes dilating
with interest or emotion, joined tho
listening circlo, though she usually
either laughed or frowned at tho Cap
tain's welt'd recitals.
“Let us take tho lamps out of the
room, the story will seem over so much
more real,” says one of the laughing
girls, who enjoy nothing so much as Iho
blood-curdling which arises from tho
contemplation of tho supernatural.
So the lamps are removed, and Iho
glory of the scarlet coals and llickmlng
firelight only half illumine tho large
room, with Its dark wainscotings and
deep window embrasures. As the tale
goes on the fire grows lower and lower,
.shadows gather in the corners and
creep in among the silent group of
listeners. Tho old man’s voice has a
strange, weird quality iu it, like that of
the sea when it whispers to sands
whoro tlicro are graves, or around
rocks where there have been wrecks;
like that of the wind when it moans in
the chimneys of haunted houses, or in
ghostly woods where some murder lias
been committed in years gone by.
Perfect silence reigns. But just as
the interest of tho tale is at its height,
nnd the young people are clinging to
each other with awe stricken looks, tho
lire flashing into sudden life shines on
a face framed In one of the window-
panes. tho face of one who has been
buried in the old grave-yard behind the
church nearly eight _ years. The eyes
aru fixed uijoii Elsie willi an eager,
searching glance for a moment, and
then the llarac and it vanish together
into the darkness.
Elsie, who lias mot the glance with
her own eyes, utters a wild, scared cry,
and falls fainting into the arms of her
companions. Shrieks sound from dif
ferent portions of the room.
"John Norton, if over I see him in
my life. Why, his face was as plain as
daylight,” is heard in awed whispers
from every side.
The ’Squire, who has been drawn to
the room by the screams of tho women,
on learning tho state of affairs, rushes
immediately to the front door, ami there
upon the steps, with his hand upon the
knob of tho door-bell, stands tho ghost
—John Norton!
The ’Squire involuntarily takes a few
steps backward, and stands in speech
less amazement and fear.
"Happy New Year, ‘Squire! You
don’t seem very glad to seo me.” come
from the ghost’ in a hearty, most un
ghostlike tono. "lam afraid I fright
ened the ladies in the parlor. It was so
durk that I didn’t think 1 should bo
8e, ' n '” , ,* ,,, ,
"Who in. the world are you? in
quired tho ’Squire, looking somewhat
rG " Don’t you know John Norton 5 ’ Have
brances of what ho had road about ma
terialistic spirits in his mind.
The ghost laughed merrily.
"II I am dead. 1 am profoundly Ig
norant of th» fact,” said ho, "mull tun
sorely John Norton."
Ulsie, who had recovered from her
fainting fit, at. tho sound of his voice
rushes Into the hall, anil is immediately
folded in his warm, strong arms.
•• Ghost or man, you are my John,"
shn says.
Several ladies became hysterical at
this point, and the s pilro in a stats
of the wildest excitement walked to
aud fro. rubbing his hand across his
forehead in a dazed manner.
"What is tits matter?" inquired John,
Anally releasing Elsie from his embrace,
lint still holding her closely by the
hand. "1 know that I was reported
drowned, hut liovv many sailors have
eonio hack under tho same circum
stances."
•• But you are buried in this town. I
wont to Boston myself and identified
your holy. Have—haven’t you seen
your grave-stone
John stared at tho squlro in blank
amazement. «
•• No, I can’t say tlint ) have. A man
doesn’t often see such a fight. What do
you mean?”
"Why, a hotly was picked up from
the wreck of your ship, which Captain
Graves, who knew you very well, took
to 1 e yours. The five was disfigured a
good deal, but the body had on a coat
with your name sowed Into the lining.
It Imd tho same mark oil the left
hand, and tho hair, complexion, height
and si *u corresponded exactly with your
own."
"It must have boon poor Thompson.
Even body took hun to he my brother,
lb) was very much like me certainly. I
was sa ed by a miracle, and was taken
onboard a ship hound for Australia.
"But, John, why did you not com*
home before?" said Elsio, loosening
her hand from Ills grasp, and regarding
him with reproachirig dignity._
"Beenuso I heard that Elsio Newell
was married to Tom Hollins. 1 lieanl
it from Ids brother, whom I saw often
while in Molhourno. Tom has known
that I was living all the time, tho
seoundiol! He loft town us soon as ho
heard that I was on my way home. I
liiq ed to find him here, idk I have ail
account to settle with him."
"lie is. indeed, a scoundrel,’’ says
Elsie; “but. John, this is New-Year’s
Eve, and wo are so happy, let us for
give him. Let us forgive everything
that was painful In tho past, now that
we are t<> cbmhiorteo the New Year to
gether. Surely, it cannot fail to be a
happy one."
“Amen!" exclaims John.
But the squire says after a moment’s
meditation;
"New-Year’s Eve or not, daughter,
I believe if that mail doesn’t keep out
of my way, I shall throttlo him.—Bal
lou' u Magazine.
A Deep Mine.
Tho depest coal mino In America is
tho I’ottsvillo, in I’ennsvlvania. Tho
shaft is 1,570 foot deep. From its bot
tom, almost a third of a milo down, 200
cars, holding four tons each, aro lifted
overy day. They aro run upon a plat
form, and tho wholo weight of six tons
is hoisted at a speed that makes tho
head swim, the lime occupied in lifting
a full car being only a little more than
a minute. The hoisting and lowering
of men into coal mines is regulated by
law in that State, and only ton can
stand on a platform at onco under pen
alty of a heavy fine. Ilowovor, care
lessness can not ho prevented, and
unaccustomed visitors are appalled by
it. "A person of weak nerves," says a
correspondent, "should not bravo the
ordeal by descending the I’ottsvillo
shaft. Tho machinery works as smooth
ly as a hotel elevator, but tho speed is
so terrific that one seems falling
through the air. Tho knees after a few
seconds beoome weak and tremulous,
the cars ring as tho drums of these organs
are forced inward by tho air pressure,
anil tho eyes shut involuntarily as the
beams of tho shaft seem to dash up
ward only a foot or two away. As ono
leaves the light of tho upper day the
transition to darkness is fantastic. The
light does not pass into gloom in tho
same fashion as our day merges into
night, but there is a kind of phospho
rescent glow, gradually becoming dim
mer and dimmer. Half way down you
pass, with a roar and sudden crash, the
ascending car; and at last, after what
seems several minutes, but is only &
fraction of that time, the platform be
gins to slow up, halts at a gate, and
through it you step into a crowd of
creatures with tho shapos of men, but
witli tho blackened faces, the glaring
eyes, and wild physiognomies of fiends."
Nasal Paralysis.
A candidate asked a nmn, who was
working against him, if there was not
something the matter witli his nose.
" Not that I knows of,” was the reply.
" Isn’t your nose paralyzed ? ”
"Why, no; what makes you think
so?” responded the other, feeling his
nasal organ.
"Nothing, except that my opponent
has been leading you. about by the nose
for tho last four or five years, and you
don’t seem to know it, so I thought you
could not have much feeling in it.”
—A novel funeral cortege was re
cently seen iu Wyandotte, Kansas. On
ono side of the hearse walked six young
ladies, nnd on tho other side six young
I changed beyond recognition in those j men. Tho former wore black gowns,
eight years?” white gloves and white crape badges,
" But you—but John Norton is dead,” and tho young men wore the conven-
said the*Squire, with chilling remem- ] tional black.—Denver Tribune,