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THE CHEROKEE ADVANCE.
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VOLUME V
CANTON, GEORGIA, THURSDAY MORNING, MARCH 27, 1884.
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"A PSALM OF LIFE.”
Tell mo not In mournful number,,
“Lif, ii but an empty dream 1”
For the sonl ia dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real I Life ia earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
“Dust thon art. to dost retnrneit,"
Was not epokeu of the eoul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is onr destined end or way,
Bnt to act that eaeh to-morrow
Finds ns furthor than to-day.
Art is long, slid time is Heeling,
And onr hearts, though stout and brave,
Btill, like muflh d drums, are heating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the wot id’s broad held of battle,
In tho bivouac of life,
Bo not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife.
Trust no fortune, howe’er pleasant j
Let the dead past bury its dead;
Act—act in the living prorent—
Heart within and Owl o'ei head I
Lives of great men ail remind ua
Wh enn make our lives ruhlimo;
And, departing, leave behind ns
Footprint, on tho sands of tirao—
Footprints that perhaps snoflier,
Hailing o’er life’, solemn main,
A forelorn and shipwrecked brother,
Boeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up And doing,
With a heart for any fate,
Btill achieving. Btill pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
Henry W. Longfellow.
L. NEWMAN,
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Paper Hanging and Calcimining,
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AI.L. WotiK t-> UAKANTEKD
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See oe address, J. M. 1IAKDIN,
jan3-’83-ly] Canton, Georgia.
Poor Jack.
"Life is worth nothing to me if I can
not dress well I”
She said it, and sho meant it, from
her heart. And she looked down scorn
fully aud angrily upon her coarse dress
and common shoes. Many and many a
time the thought had been in her mind ;
and now it formed itself in words which
she uttered alond; and, as they fell
npon the evening air, a hand came down
npon her shoulder, and, turning, she saw
her lmsband.
“Is it really so, Bell?” he asked, and
drew her to him.
A baby thiug, though she had a
woman s yean and statnra-D» beautiful
creature, with a creamy skin and eyes
bine as sapphires are. Not a common
woman ; one in whoso veins blue blood
ran. You could see that at a glance,
though tho man whose wife she was was
a common sailor.
They told a romantic story about her
in that sea-side palace. How, on a
voyage across the ocean with her father,
the sailor had won her heart How there
were, nfterward, secret meetings and
troth-plightiugs ; and how, in the end,
the disoovery of the love affair and her
parent’s angor had only driven Bell
Raymond to elope with her sailor lover,
and marry him despite all opposition.
She had been disowned and disin
herited ; ond-now, were they to meet in
the street her own father would have
passed her os lie would a stranger; for,
to his mind, she had disgraced herself
and her family irretrievably.
That Jack Marble was good and hand
some, and love-worthy, was no excuse
for his daughter in Mr. Raymond’s eyes.
He was a common sailor, that blotted
out all merit at once and forever.
Other people marvelled at Bell Ray
mond’s choice, and blamed her too. Bnt
she was very happy. Her young hus
band idolized her, and at the first money
was plenty. Certain sums, which Jack’s
hard-working father had scraped together
for a rainy day, and so bequeathed to
his son, were withdrawn from the bank
in which they had been deposited ; and
Bell had a tasteful wardrobe, for this her
father had sent her, with a cold message
to the effect that her own personal prop
erty was all she need ever expect at
his hands.
Then soon Jack hoped to be a mate;
after that, a captain; some day, captain
and owner—the grand climax of a sea
faring man’s ambition. And to Bell, the
fact that her husband was a sailor, threw
a romance abont him whioh a landsman
could not have had. Their life passed
on in a pleasant sort of wultz music, and
neither dreamt of any change.
Yet change came. Jack left his young
wife for a voyage, understanding, as she
could not, how the little hoard had
melted away, nDd would continue to
melt like snow under a sunbeam, and the
voyage was a disastrous one, ending in
shipwreck. Many were lest, and Jack
was only rescued at death’s door with a
broken limb, and a miserable experience
of starvation and consequent cannibal
ism. Indeed, Jack himself came near
making a meal for two maddened mess
mates, who afterward wept like babies
ut the remembrance of their horrible
I bought*.
Jack had a good constitution, and re-
fovered. Hiu roses came back, and his
Lair, long and lank, when they took him
from the floating raft, curled dose to his
handsome head again. But he came
hook to Bell with a wooden leg and a
knowledge that his ssilor life was over, !
and that he should never now aspire to
the title of mate, and marter, and
owner.
Bell loved him all the more, anil
pitied him, and cherished him; and, hud
they been rich, their life might have
glided on te the old waltz music—a lit
tle sadder, but no loss sweet. But,
alas I they were not rioh, hut growiug
very poor.
So, as the money grew less, the com
forts grew less. They left the pretty
rooms to which lie lmd taken her for a
very bumble plaeo; and poor Jack, salt
to the very soul and unlit for any lands
man's work as a fish for a parlor-oage,
humbled himself and said nothing of
that aching place whore his dreams of
sea and of advancement lay covered up,
and sunk into the vacant place left by an
old lioatman who had plied his trade at
the wlntrf and along the Bhore of the
town where Jack had been born and hod
lived all his life.
He had strong arms yet, and was a
wonderful oarsman, and they did not
starve. But their life was the pinoliing
life of tho poor, and it came booh to the
coarsest fare and tho ooarsest dress; and
Bell, who had been used to dainty food
and elegant attire, suffered more than
the sailor who knew what hard-tack was
and was used to roughing it
He never knew how bitterly she re
pined until coming upon her in a day
dream he heard those words :
"Life is worth nothing tome if I must
go shabby.”
She wept on his shoulder, m he held
her to him and sobbed ont at heart.
"It was more than she oonld bear. It
was terrible. Their housemaid at home
hod better olothes. It was horrible to
look ont of the window and hear the
sailors’ wives quarreling with their hus
bands, or scolding their children, or
beating down the Ash-mongers, the blast
from whoso tin horns filled the street
from dawu until snuHet. Was suoh a
life worth anything ? and she eould not
rid herself of it for an hour, for her
olothes were not fit to wear where people
were well dressed; aud she would not bo
seen by her old friends now.”
Ho’ she shbued* ' And Jack’s hand
smoothed her fair hair, and his ltps
touched her clioek, and by-ond-byo he
whispered:
•‘X wish I had never met yon, lass; nr
I wish I’d drifted by without a signal;
for, d'ye sec this is all my fault; and
you’d be safe in harbor now if you hadn’t
sailed ont of it with mo. Only I couldn’t
foresoo tho future, lass; and I thought
to make you a captain’s wife; by-aud-bye
an owner’s lady. It would have been
better for you if Jem and Bill had made
a meal of me, I’ve oome to think. Rid
of me, your father would take you home;
well—it may happen yet.”
And thou Bell put her arms about his
neck and whispered that she did not re
gret lier love for him.
But struggle as she might with it, the
words that had been said of her folly
would recur to her mind, and she knew
that she did regret something. It was
hard to help it.
Jack knew it also. Ho ate his humble
supper sadly, and went out again. His
day’s work was over, but ho wanted to
lie alone.
He limped down to tho shore where it
was lonely, and washed the highest by
the sobbing waves, and stood looking
out.
"I meant to make her a captain’s
lady," he muttered
"I meant to show the old hunks
ashore that she should have everything
lie could have given her.
“There’s a bouse with a sea-view, and j m
a lookout top, that I meant to buy; and
for rigging, why no lady in the land
should have been sprucer. No wnudel
tdio frets, soiling her white bunds with
dirty work, and going shabby, too.
What right had I to turn pirate, and tow
her away from her moorings, and then
make shipwreck of her? Yes, it would
ho better to be down below, among the
wrecks—a great deui better. Hfio must
think me an enemy; I’ve only done her
harm; I who love her better than my
life.”
Then lie looked seaward again moodily.
A terrible storm was coming; hissailor
eye saw that without, a doubt. He felt
it in the air; heard it in all sounds; and
the leaden foaming of the distant waves,
the black meeting of the sea and sky,
made it manifest to anyone.
A ship had been wrecked the day be-
ore, and lier wreck was lying beyond
he harbor bar. Jack fell to thinking of
her.
"She’ll go to pieces to-night,” ho
said. "The storm will make an end of
her," and he thought of the ship as of
asensate ImmaD being whose troubles
were nearly ended, witb a kiud of envy,
too. If he should live until Bell hated
him bow could be bear it ? Flis earthly
hopes hod gone. The ideal ship to be
named the Bell Marble would never be
.1
,0 iul he must limp painfully through
Id to his life’s end now. But he
bear that if he could only keep
art. Could he without money ?
his. Aid I
th i-ndi
eou l be
BeliS hoi
H ^ put his onrly hood down on his
br< .lal hands, and prayed a strange,
ini f ont, simple prayer:
‘ "lease to givo mo money enough to
• .
I i 4 wrong, for I’m only n poor sailor
aili i t without a compass, and not a
bn, ain, and don’t know.”
1 Imps Ills theology was at fault;
but 1 m lmd heard that ho must pray for
wh'x ho needed, and he tried tho advioo
prw tically.
Alter that ho stood up, aud looking
aloi g tho beach saw further on nn ex
cited gronp, and went to join them.
Sailors, boatmen, a spruce captain in
his ishoro clothes, uu idle woman or
two, some children, and a gentleman
who had nothing soafaring in his apjienr-
ano •, and wore his arm in a sliug. This
gmplemnu was talking.
"A thousand dollars for tho man who
brings them. Is no man auxious to
make money so cosily ? Two hours'
work. I'd do it myself if 1 had not
sprained my arm. I saw tho wreck
from tho light-house. There will bo no
difficulty, and she will go to pieces lie-
forc inorniug. A thousand dollars I
There’s an offer for thoso men, Captain
Taylor.”
"Only men anj fond of their lives,”
sai l the captain. t'Look at the sea nml
the iky. 1 should like to help you to
your casket, but I can’t advise these men
to go. It would bo murder.”
“Pshaw ! Tho follows at onr collego
would have done it for fun."
“A sailor would not,” said the captain,
"ll (ho ship lives through tho night,
there’s n chance.”
"Put can she?" asked the stranger.
L] think not,” said tho captain.
"Good beavepsI think of it!" cried
the man. "The fruils of five years’
Isbor in Europe are in that casket. I’ve
toiled with brain and body. I’m ruined
i if!! is lost. There are men who would
(V ,t for a trifle. You bear my offer, all
• >f yon. Bring that casket before sun*
sol, and I’ll givo you more.”
Jjfavu a bww-hs*! Ms arm,
ann a voice husky with emotion said:
"I’m your man, on one condition.”
The gentleman turned.
"One who is not a coward,” he said.
"There ain’t a coward here,” said
Jack, "I know the danger as well as
they, bnt promise me one thing.
Promise mo before these people, so that
you must hold to it. The money you
will give me if I get ashore again ?"
"Tho mpney I have promised will be
paid at once,” said tho gentleman.
"Hear mo out, ptellse,” snid Jack.
"That money, if I die out there, you’ll
pay to my wife. Swear that, and I’m
ready.”
"Jack,” cried the oaptain, "it Is sheer
madness.”
Jack smiled ; a straugo, heart-broken
smile enough.
"I’ll try it,” he said, "on that condi
tion.”
The gentleman had torn a leaf from
his pocket-book, and wrote upon it
hastily.
“This secures a thousand dollars to
yonr wife,” he said. "Yonr name ?”
“.Tack Marble," said the sailor.
"’J^oJaek Marble’s wife,’’said tin: man.
"Nb-danger, though ; as I said before,
onr college boys would have made sport
-Hurry, my man ; hurry.”
glanced over the papers,
cep it for me, Captain Taylor," hs
"I’m ready now. sir.”
leu he went to unmoor his boat and
her ready.
ward, as he dropped the oars in
ater, and pulled from shore, he
bock and said in a whisper, bleofu
Bis lips as it passed them by the
* gale i
Vby, BelL, 0ood-by, darling.
aok-Kv.” yp : W:
'Jhey watched him out of sight. Tho
little bavk was a mere eggshell for the
storm to play with one suoh a night. v
"He’ll never oome back no more,
master,” said a woman who stood near
the gentleman, and the faces of all about
them said the same.
An hour thence the tempest had burst
over them, such as only one old woman
in all that sea-side plaoo could remem
ber having known before. And then (it
waa fifty years or more since tho day)
twenty dead bodies had been oast upon
the. beach in the mbrning : bodies of
they saw her oast down upon the smut in
the gray dawn, all lier golden hair abont
her faoc. Bho had hoard the story of
her husband’s compact with tho stran
ger, and know why he had been so ready
to barter his life for gold
Knew as none there knew tiiat ho hAd
no hope of ever oomiug back.
Touch that money—not she—never,
though she starved. Nor would sho go
back to her luxurious home, where,
doubtless, now she would be weloomed.
Tliero she wonld die, nud they should
bury her iu tho boh, to float away and
find Jack. All the world was nothing
without him; nothing, sho knew that.
Life was worthless without Jack. And
no ono gave her any hope. No one
dAred.
The wreck find vanished. Bite of her
enmo in with tho tide, Soou it might
bring (hat which hod been Jack to her
feet. All day she watched for it with
maddening eyes, with a horrible soul-
rending hope and fear mingling in her
soul. But the sea brought only in the
dask a little boat. One old man in red
flannel, with a tarpaulin upon his head,
at the oars. A stranger who oame up to
tho men on the lieach, and said some
thing to them— something that set them
all a shouting, screaming, cheering, ut
tering Jack Marble's name with odd
gasps and sobs ; and beforo they told her
Bell knew that her husband had been
saved.
ne lay in the fisherman’s hut, buffeted
by wave and wind to an infant’s weak
ness, aud she bent over him, her lips to
bis, and words were spoken then that
bound their hearts more firmly than they
ever had been bound before.
Jack had not brought tho CAaket, and
wonld receive uothing from the man
who had sent him forth. Bell urged
him with tears in her eyes to this.
"I would not have it, Jock,” she said.
"It is as though I eould have taken
money for your life."
Bo with Jack’s health the two re
fumed to their old humble life. They
were never happier, Jack often snid,
than in those days, thougli afterward
wealth came to tlu m; for Bell's father re
lented at death, and mado her his heiress.
And .lack’s great hope ol being owner ot
a splendid steamer came to pass, al
though he mode but one or two voyages
in her, after all, and those with Bell.
And people who knew how rioh they
were wondered sometimes that Captain
Marble’s wife wonld not be finer. Al
ways neat, she never decked herself as
many women did. She knew why, and
so did Jack, who tried to move her
often, bnt no one else, nnloss my render
guesses how those words which she find
spoken had haunted her on the night
through which she wept for Jack as one
dead.
THE HUMOKflUS PAPEKS.
WHAT Wl FIND IN Til KM TO I.AIIOS
OVER.
A KNOW-HALL.
“Oil, ths snow, tho beautiful biiow,"
(lint tho rest of this b.-autiful poem yon
know.)
■‘Tin tlio stuff tint tho small boy rolls up la
a aphors,
(The anow, not “pomo”), aud inspires witb
fear
Tho unfortunate nuui that haps to bo noar,
That tho small boy who holds it is gobiR tc
throw
At Ida back, sa bo passes, the beautiful snow *
— Oil CUy Mutant
IN A NEW YOUK BOUDOIR.
No, indeed, uothing could induoe me
to live iu Philadelphia.”
'Nor me, either. I think that little
town just horrid.”
'Yes, in Philadelphia they always
ask questions about yonr grandfather."
"That is just wlint I hate about it.”
"No one asks such impudent qu ‘stions
iu New York."
'No, indeed ; if they did some one
might ask who their grandfather was.”—
Hvening OaU.
THE MATTKIL
Customer—"Those slices yon sold me
ore frnuds.”
Hhoemakor—"Yon must lie mistaken.
They arc as good $T> shoes as I ever sold
in tuy life. Tim leather is of the very
best, they are well made and an excel
lent lit."
Customer—"Yes; I admit all that.’
Hhoemakor—"Then what is the mat
ter ?”
Customor—"Why, you see, they area
flvo-dolliir shoe but tboy have a two-dol-
lar-aud-a-half squeak. "—PMla. Eve'g
Call.
n« WAS OVEnWOUKRD.
"Bo you have left your situation?”
"Yes; gave it up last week.”
"Wlmt’s the matter ? Gau't )'ou gel
along pleusautly with the boss?”
"Oh, yee; wo got along pleasantly
enough f bnt ho expected mo to 4a too
much. I had to open the store at 8
o’clock overy morning, sweep out, wash
the windows, keep tho stock in order,
and finally what docs lie do but put on
advertisement in the newspaper. That
settled it. I am willing to work hard,
but I won’t kill myself for any man.”—
Philadelphia Call.
Want to Tax the Dogs.
There was on amusing scene at the
Btato House, in Boston, recently. Sev
eral members ol the Legislature have
stirred up the Commonwealth by pro
posing to make it impossible for any ex
cept the wealthiest class to own dogs.
The Governor in his message called at
tention to the subject and referred to the
decline of the sheep industry in that
State. A public hearing was given in
the matter at the State Home.
Julius A. Palmer spoke vehemently in
favor of the protection of human life
uguinst attacks by dogs, and instanced
several cases in which he hod been put
in danger by these animals while in the
ordinary oonduot of business. He sold
that there was no animal so dangerous as
a dog, a statement whioh was met with
laughter by the audience. The laughter
was renewed when he added that, in the
belief that any man mig ht keep a dan
gerons Animal if he chose, he had kept a
pet snake, bnt had kept it tinder proper
safegnards. Vigorous protests were
raised by a number of gentlemen against
tho proposed legislation. Everybody
gol excited and all tried to talk together,
and while the exoitement was at its
height a woman who had been on atten
tive listener, suddenly sprang up with a
two-pound canine pet in her arms, and
rushing up to the head of the room,
throat the dog in the face of the com
mittee and exclaimed, "Do yon think my
doc would kill a sheep ?"
A Russian Prison.—Here is a de
scription of a Russian prison, written by
Professor Thun, of Leipeig: "Ths
fishermen caught outside the’harbor bar | P™ 0 ’- 1 at Kara - near Irk « t fk, is said to
1 be one of the worst. It is an ordinary
by the storm.
There were sad hearts in the town—a
town filled witli sea going folk, nearly
overy household of which had some dear
one afloat on the ocean. But every
woman there had a thought to spare
from her own sorrows for poor Jack (? n •
Marble and tho young wife who wept for
him.
Hhe hail been proud and field herself
above them; but they forgot that when
farmhouse, surrounded by a high fence.
There are no tables or chairs, only plat
forms on wliioli the prisoners lie packed
like sardines. The food consists merely
of bread and sonp, with a very little
Theresa no hospital fir other care
the sick. All those condemned to
hard labor are compelled to wear chains,
whether at work or in prison, and all
correspondence is forbidden,*
OPPOSED TO FROmWTIOIf.
"Yes,” said tho Widow Flapjack,
who is chief executive officer of on Aus
tin boarding house, "yes, I must say I
am very much opposed to prohibition
and closing np the saloons, and all tlmt
sort of thing. It’s all a base soliomo
against the best interests of the hotel
keepers and landlady*."
"Why, I am surprised to hear you ex
press such unchristian sentiments, and
you a oh arch member, too. How do
yon make out that prohibition is against
the interests of the landladies ?”
"If prohibition goes into effect all the
saloons will be closed up and then all
tho free lunches will stop. Now, I’ve
noticed that among my young men
Itoarders the dissipated ones are the
most profitable. Before they come to
dinner tiiey always step into tho saloon
and got a soar beer or a schooner of
toddy, or something of that kind, and
they fill up on the free lunch, and when
they oome to the dinner table'they don’t
eat hardly anything, while the steady
young men who never drink just gorge
themselves. Oh, my, you ought to see
’em eat I They just take the profits off,
and if it was’nt for the free lunches and
the 'next morning’ feeling that some
of the boarders suffer from occasionally,
I don’t know wliat we poor landladies
wonld do. Theie’d be no profit in the
business. Yes, I am oppoosed to pro
hibition for purely economical reasons.”
And tlie Widow Flapjack sighed, and
went out and gave orders to <rot the pies
into seven pieces instead of six.—jffeea*
Siftings.
He Corrected Himself.
"I notice in a paper that it is no longer
fashionable for the minister to kiss the
bride at the wedding ceremony,” said a
wife to her husband, who was a clergy
man.
"Yes,” sadly responded the good man
with a long-drawn sigh ; "many of the
pleasant features connected with the old-
fashioned wedding ceremony have been
discarded, aud—”
“What’s that?” demanded his wife
ominously.
"I—I mean,” he stammered, "that
the senseless custom of kissing the bride
should have been abolished long ago."
"Oh 5” roplied the mollified lady. i*>
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