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THE
ADVANCE.
“EXAMINE IIOW YOUR HUMOR H INCLINED, AND WHICIf FRE RULING PASSION OF YOUR MINI).'
VOLUME V
CANTON, GEORGIA, THURSDAY MORNING, JUNE 12,1884.
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Attorneys* at Law,
CANTON, GEORGIA.
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cuit jan3-ly
A YEARS WOO I NO.
fwss autumn When first they stood on tbs
bridge;
Ripe pears on the pear tree, ripe corn on th«
ridge;
The swallows flew swiftly far up in the blue,
And speeding still southward, wore lost vo the
view.
Said he: “Can you love me, as esn love
you ?”
Blie ssld, quite domnrodly: “Already I do 1"
’Twas winter when next they met on the
bridge;
The posr trees were brown, and white wss tho
ridge;
The swallows wore feathering their noets In
Algiers.
Bhe looked in his face, and she buret into
tears I •
His nose it wss pinched, end his lips they were
bine.
Bald she: “I can't love you I" Ssid ho : "Nor
I you I"
T’was spring-time when next they stood on the
bridge,
And white was the posr treo snd green was the
ridge;
The swallows had thoughts of a speedy return;
And the raidgera were dancing a-down the
brown burn.
He said; “Pretty maiden, let by-gonos go
by—
Canyoulovomc again?" Blio said; “lean
try."
Twas summer when next they stood on the
bridgo;
There woro pours on the near treo, tall corn on
tho ridge;
The swallows wheeled round thorn, far up in
tho blue,
Then swooped down and snapped np a midgelot
or two.
Baid ho: “Lest some trifle elionld come in the
way,
And part us again, will you mention tho day ?’’
Blio stood, looking down on tho fast-flowing
rill,
Then answered, dcmuredly: “As soon as yon
will 1" — Chambers's Journal.
•Bundling voice be
feet Bud entered the
n. j>. maixdon;,
ATToitlS^EY AT LAW.
CANTON, GEORGIA
Refers by permission to John Hilvey A
Co., Thoa. M. Clarke & Co., James R.
Wylie and Gramling, Spalding St Co., all
of Atlanta, Ga. janl-’88-ly
CEO. R. BROWN,
ATTRONEY AT LAW,
Will practioe in the Superior Courts
of Cobb, Mil'.on, Forsyth, Pickens and
Dawson counties, and in the Superior
and Justice courts of Cherokee.
Office over Jos. M. McAfee’s store.
Special attention given to the collec
tion of claims.
Business respectfully solicited.
[jan3-’83 ly.]
xi. w. NKWMAN.
mo. D. ATTAWAT.
Disguised.
“We used to call her 'Annt Feny,’ for,
short,” said Mrs. Early, mischievously, f**” “■
and her brother-in-law strode down the . vT 8 ' . . . .... .
•lr»l, .LMtog, but no! fo. th.iMk of . ».?!"* ">»
thought, « h» mu* *•* W *“"«• •• k® «>» mom
“I wish Aunt Feny vm In the Red
Boa, be thought, a little vindictively;
but I suppose I must oblige Josephine."
So at 12 o’clock precisely Mr. Charles
Early stood on the platform at the
II depot watching the long train as
it slowly glided in like • fire-throated
serpent
“There comes your antediluvian old
hag, Charlio,” said Gny Bt Evorfl, with „ lovely girl of 18, with deep blue eyes
A mas a LstioV Lnt anmAwkof luml « «• I _ ...
langli, as a brisk bnt somewhat bent
figure, wrapped from bead to foot in a
voluminous cloak of snuff-colorod bom
bazine, with a huge eiroular cape of the
same, stepped out of one of the laet cam
by the aid of an iron-hoadod cane. Her
bonnet, curiously beut and crumpled,
barely covorod a huge, frilled cap. She,,
wore n bright brown wig, set a little
awry over her forehead, and massive
green spectacles sat astride of her nose,
while brown cotton gloves adorned her
bauds, and n green umbrella, carried
under tho arm, threatened, with its brass
•aid Josephines
found Aunt Blephanio,” thought
Mr. Early, advanofng drowsily toward
U>e front room, where, in a sort of arti
ficial twilight, produced by satin our-
ftiins and Venetian blinds, ho oonld dim
ly doscry a figure.
Suddenly Josephine drew back tho
shadowy draperies, and there, instead of
a bent and orooked old woman, stood a
and golden ourls, sot off with a white
muslin dress, with an abundance of float
ing blue ribbons looped and knotted
about it
“Stephanie Osborne I’’ ho ejaculated,
instantly recognizing his fair enchant
ress of the seaside.
“No—my Aunt Stephanie 1" inter
rupted Josephine, demurely.
“What mystery is this?” demanded
Early, looking with a puzzled faoo from
one to the othor. “Are you
“I am tho veritablo old lady of the
railroad train I” laughed the goldcn-
AfJONY OF HYIIKOt’NOniA.
THE HUMOROUS PAPERS.
IcmH tu. oj<» of wl.rg.T0r wu r.ih f '««•». wift . becoming glow ol
enough to crowd her movements in the
rear.
“Annt Fony’s Bclf, os I live and
breather cohoed Brnoe Montmarttn.
“Charlie, if I were you I’d run for it I"
Drop her in tho gutter and make off
with yourself,” suggested another young
cxqnisito, superciliously stroking down
his mustache.
Bnt Charles Early had too many gen-
eolor in her chocks. “Do not look so
astouished, Charles. Josephine really 1b
uij niece, only as her mothor, my siste r
was married befnro I was born, she is
just ten years older than I am I"
“Yes, but why ”
“Why did I assumo that odious dis
guise, you would say ? Just to try your
Sterling worth and native chivalry,
Charles. I somehow fancied that the
. ..... ... r youDg man who was polite and attentive
tlemanly instincts to pay any heed to i ^ % bent old woman would have iu hiin
the waggish hints of his companions, I , ho „ tu(T (or a good and nob l 0 husliand,
He stepped forward, chivalrously, j>» ^ ,.
“Allow mo to carry your baaket for „ A , |d j bo yonr huB baud, Steph-
you, maam? he said. T ““the ! 4n i 0 ?” demanded Mr. Charlio, promptly
brother-in-law of your niece, Mrs.
NEWMAN & ATTAWAY,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
CANTON, - - - GEORGIA.
Will practice in the Superior Courts
•f Cherokee and adjoining counties.
Prompt attention given to all business
£ laced in their hands. Office in the
lourt House. [jan3-’83-ly ]
P. P. DuPREE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
CANTON, GEORGIA.
Will practice in the Blue Ridge cir
cuit and ia Cherokee county. Office in
tho Court House with tbe Ordinary.
Administrations on estates.
WjrCo lections a specialty.
BEN. P. FERRY,
AGENT—
FIRE AND LIFE INSURANCE CO.
Office with Chebokee Advance.
J. M. HARDIN.
House, Sign, Carriage
—AND—
ORNAMENTAL PAINTER,
FRESCO AM SCENIC ARTIST ALSO.
Oriental and Grecian painting. Mezo
Tintin', Carbo-Tinting, painting in Se-
pei and India Ink.
Twenty-five per cent sived by apply-
’ng to me before contracting with others.
Material furnished at bottom prices.
Satisfaction given or no charges made.
Bee or address, J. M. HARDIN,
[jan8-’83-ly] Canton, Georgia.
“Charles,1 Charles! you won’t for
got to meet my Aunt Stephanie at the
depot at twelve precisely 1”
Mrs. Early had followed her tall
brother-in-law to the front door stops,
with the fresh wind blowing her bright
hair abo^t hoi four, nmfea soar>t Bl»V.t
land shawl drawn piotureaqUely round
her delicate shoulders—a pretty woman
with something of matronly dignity sub
duing the arch misohief that sparkled in
nor merry eyes,
Mr. Charles Early was a stalwart,
handsome young man, with blue oyca
•nd light brown hair shadowing a fair,
open forehead. It was a pleasant face to
look into, with nothing of irresolution or
effeminacy about it, and consequently
Charles Early had many frionds—ayo,
and loyal ones, too.
lie turnod around at the sound of his
sister-in-law’s voioe. Josephine was one
of his most useful and constant allies.
“No; I’ll not forgot, Josephine; but
I’m sorry her grandfathers and grand
mothers iu baptism gave her the namo
of Stephanie.
“Why?”
“Because I know a Stephanie; the
prettiest fairy you ever saw 1 It was
when we were all at Woolgrovo Beach
last month—and—if you’ll promise not
to tell my sober brother, Bob, I’ll con
fide to you a momoutous secret, Joseph
ine. Have I your pledge of secrecy ?"
“I promiso.”
“Well, then, I lost my heart to that
beautiful little Stephanie, with her
flossy, yellow curls, and her rose-
mouth with its tiny pearls of teeth, and
her pink and white complexion, just like
your great oleander in the drawing
room.”
“Did you propose to her, Charlie?”
questioned his sister in-law, with all the
eager earnestness of a woman’s curi
osity.
“Not just then, but—another seoret,
Josephine—I proposed by letter, day
beforo yesterday!”
“And you havo received no answer?”
“Not yet; I suppose it is too soon;
but I’m on thorns and nettles until one
docs reach me. Jospphino, if she don’t
havo me, I’ll drown myself 1”
“No, Charles, you won’t! What ab
surd nonsense 1”
“Then I’ll do worse; I’ll subside into
a cross grained, fidgety old bachelor,
grumbling incessantly at everything arid
everybody for all tho rest of my natural
days; just see if I don’t.”
“Charles, you’re a goose.”
“So are all young men who have the
mistortune to fall in love. It’s their
normal condition. What time do you
say the train arrives ? Twelve ? I shall
have to get a carriage, I suppose, to
transfer the rheumaticy old lady here
without any breakage of bones. Doer
she walk with a gold-headod cane ?”
“Yes, and she wears a wig and spec
tacles, and talks through b.er nose, and
The late Dr. John B. Wood once said ;
“If you should seo a gaunt yellow dog |
running down Broadway with an old tin ,
coffee-pot tied to his tail, and yelping at! takes snuff from a tortoise-shell box,
every bound, it wouldn’t be worth a line I “ 'Angels and ministers of grace de-
in the paper. But if the dog should
walk quietly down Broadway with a
joffee pot tied to his tail it wonld be
worth a column.”
Angels
fend us 1* Josephine, how did you ever
come to havo such au aunt? and how
did her name happen to be Stephanie,
instead of Dorcas or Tryphosa ?”
Early."
“Oh, yon be, oh?” croaked a feebli
voioe, from under tho cap frill. “Well,
yon may take my umbril and my Basket,
and hero's a paper o’ gingcrl ,y<
fetched along for lunoh and nbotUoo’
not bo^r Far&er JWdmte’
—it’s dr.itfill good for pimplos and sioh
—and I’ve got a striped carpetbag
somo’rs, With tho key tied on with a bit
o’ red tape—and here’s the brass tickets
for tho trunks; checks, tho fellow called
’em, if I remember rightly.”
“It’s all right, ma’am, I assure yon,”
said Mr. Early. “Step into the carriage;
I will seo that yonr things are brought
here directly."
“Wlmt he them fellows luughiu’ at ?”
demanded Aunt Feny, stopping short,
with one foot on Iho carriage step, and
glaring at Messrs. St. Everil, Montmar-
tin & Co. through Iho green spectacle
glasses. “I guess I’m as good as they
bo, if I ain't dressed in tho very last
agony of the fashion. I’vo got ton dol
lars sowed up in my flannel waist, over
uud abovo my truvolin’ expenses, and
I’ll go hail it’s more than tlioy’vo got 1”
A suppressed laugh hero ran through
the little assemblage of spectators on
the platform.
“Do not let their folly annoy you,
ma’am,” said Early, pleasantly. "Lei
mo assist you into tho oarriago. St.
Everil, stand back 1” ho added, sternly;
“if you have no reverence for old age or
womanhood, I will teach you to respeol
my right hand. This lady is under my
protection, yon will please to remember."
Mr. St. Everil retreated, somewhat
discomfited, upon his companion’s toes,
and the old lady climbed, ohuokling,
into the carriage.
"Young man,” she began, when the
umbrella, lunch-paper, basket and bot-
,le were safely stowed away and they
were rolling rapidly over the city Btreets,
1 ‘you’ve got a good deal of moral cour
age. Taint every city sprig would be
as polite to an old creetur as you’ve
been, with all them noisy fellers pokin’
fun at you.”
Our hero was somewhat embarrassed
at this plainly-spoken oompliment.
“I hope, madam," ho said, “I shall
never be found lacking in the essential
qualities of a gentleman, in whatevor
circumstances I may be placed.”
The antique dame nodded her oap-
frills, and held silently on to her um
brella, without venturing any other re
mark until they reached Mrs. Robert
Early’s mansion.
Josephine was waiting for them on the
threshold; she clasped her ancient rela
tion closely in her arms, and there was
a sort of triumphal procession up to her
apartment, which Charles was rather at
a loss to understand.
“One would think Josephine never
had had au aunt, fresh out of Noah’s ark
before,” he muttered to himself, as he
took up the newspaper and went out to
the vine-shaded back piazza, there to
while away the time until such period as
lunch should bo announced.
“Charlie 1”
He had exhausted the paper long ago,
and nearly fallen into a doze; but at his
, deducing a favorabla inference.
“I—I’ll think of it," said Stephanie,
laughing and blushing. ‘ 'At all events,
barlie, I like yon ten thousand timoa
AVer since I litve scon bow devoted
A'were to the poor old womau in the
(I** W W^MoakrT * * - -
•“ Upon my word, Stephanie, you
otight to have been an aotrees 1” said
Mrs. Early, archly.
“‘All tho world’s a stage,quoted
Stephanie, “and I have xmly performed
my part I nouoeforward I relinquish
tho profession ?”
“So you aro going to marry my Aunt
Stophanie, eh ?” said Josephine, as she
met her brother-in-law in tho hall, oftor
lengthened interview with his fair-
haired goddess. “And will you bo my
nnole then!”
I don’t oaro if I am yonr grand
father, now that slio has said yes,” was
Mr. Charles Early's uxultaut reply.
Talking About War.
General Grant recently told a news
paper correspondent, speaking ol the
Rebellion, that it was ho much a young
men’B war that ho thought himsoll
rather too old to mako a successful com
mander, because ho was 39 when tho
struggle began. Ho said that tho
Mexican war, which closed only thirteen
years before tho Rebellion liegan, seomod
to him much more remote iu 18(51 than
the Rebellion does now, nearly twenty
years after its close. The Mexican wai
was an episode morely, and boing fought
on foreign soil and with small forces,
did not leave such impressions on tho
minds of those engaged in it as were
left by tho great civil war. Speaking ol
the nameless battles of tho Rebellion,
Gen. Grant said that there were many
fights brought on by reconnoissan-
ces iu command of Colonels whore
more men were killed than fell in some
of the battles in Mexico which are
famous in history. The battles of the civ
il war were so numerous that their very
names aro more and more fading from
the public recollection, leaving only the
most important to stand out distinctly
in the national memory.
An Apprentice Disciplined.
There waH a very unusual proceeding
in the Court of Quarter Sessions, in
Philadelphia, beforo Judge Arnold.
Joseph Girhardt, an apprentice to Wil
liam Clark, a morocco manufacturer,
was arraigned on a charge of neglecting
his duties. Mr. Clark testified that the
boy had by his neglect permitted 830
worth of skiDS to become spoiled. The
judge said he was satisfied from the
testimony that the boy had been negli
gent. “It is a pity,” he said, "that tho
old system of apprenticeship has gone
nearly out of use. Because of that fact
wo are depending for our skilled labor
upon foreign countries. Whferover tho
apprenticeship system exists it ought to
be carried out according to the law gov
erning it.” He sent tho boy to prison
for 24 hours. Tho apprentice was con
fined in that part of the county jail in
which witnesses under restraint aro de
tained.
Tfce Maflrrln* nl n rhll.l Tw# Mnlki Alter
Helm I'.lllrn by n l»o*.
[From the Now York Hondo.1
Willie Meddus, the six-year-old olilld
of Mary Meddus, a widow, living in
Williamsburg, was severely bitten in
the faoo and on the elbow last January
by a Hootch terrier belonging to John
Van Brunt, who livos in a house oppo
site to that of Mrs. Meddus. Tho boy was
taken to the F,astern District Dispensary,
where his wounds were cauterized.
8omo days later tho dog was shot, Tho
Iwy recovered and gavo no evidence of
having been seriously Injured until last
Huuday, when ho lieeame feverish snd
restless. Ho was awake nearly all night.
The next morning tho mother called in
Dr. Daniel Murphy, who said that the
child had symptoms of hydrophobia.
The physioion gave the mother in
structions as to what should be done in
the oveut of a quick development of the
disease. After the doctor left the child
asked for a drink. A glassful of water
was taken to his bedside, but at sight ol
it ho was seizod with violout convulsions.
When tho ooavulsiouB passed away the
lioy again asked for water. Tho mother
and those about him wore afraid to briug
ou tho convulsions again and hesitated
to comply with his wislios.
Tho hoy, when he notiood that no one
in tho room mnvod in tho direction ol
the water pail, jumped from the bed and
exolaimcd: “I will get it myself." He
ran across tho room and was about to
pnt his faoo in tho pail when he was
again seised with convulsions. He wss
with difficulty lifted to the bed. His
sufferings were intense. No relief what
ever could be afforded him. The
affiiotod mother and the brothers and
siBters of tho ohild woro nearly crazed
by the sight tho little lad presented, and
begged their friends to release the ohild
from its agony. When doath came tbs
poor mother said she was grateful,
would certainly havo killed her, she said
to havo had her ohild enduro another
day of such torture.
In Ibfe llttlfl casket the features rtf "tho
child gavo no evidonoe of tho torriblo
Differing he had endured. With the ex
oeption of tho sears on Iris faoo, whore
the dog hail bitten him, tho boy’s ap-
poaranoe was that of a ohild who had
diod peacefully.
To a llcrald roportor Dr. Murphy
said: “I was cullod to seo tho boy ou
Monday and knew nothing nliout his
having been bitten by a dog. I saw at
ouoo it was a case of hydrophobia and
did all that was possible. As near as I
can learn the boy had lioon tormenting
the dog when the animal flow at him.
When tho child asked for a drink I ad
vised tho mothor to givo him Home tea.
A tcospoonfnl wus given him, but he
immediately threw it off. The little fol
low’s suffering was very great, and he
presented an awful appearanoo. IIo lived
forty-eight hours after tho disease had
manifested itself."
Mrs. Meddus said: “My boy was
stricken down just nine weeks to tho day
after ho was bitten. It is suid that my
poor child tormented tho dog, but that
is not so. Willie, with other ohildren,
was going into Mr. Vuu Brunt's cream
ery across tho street when tho savage
little dog sprung at him and tore his
face and elbow.”
WIIAT Hit FIND IN TIIM TU SMI 14
OVKft-
FKT NAMKfl FOR TRI ItABY,
Hploodooglo is a new father, and tho
other moruiiig after a noisy night with tho
kid ho picked np Hploodooglc, Jr., and
began coddling him:
“Es, oo ittlo ootsy wootsy tootsy,” he
gnrgled, “oo tweet ittle sing; oo*
mamma's darlin’. Yon darned Maobeth,
yon ?’’
“What’s that?"cried Mrs. B., startled
by his changed tones, “what'a that
yon’re calling tho baby?”
Nothing, dear, only ’Maoboth.' "
That’s a horrid name. What do you
want to call the little angel that fort”
On strictly classic principles, dear,
I call him Macbeth bees use Shakespeare
says, 'Maolieth doth murder sleep.’
Merchant JVavdvr.
“now TO MAH HOME DAFFT. 4
Ho was a book agent. Ha rang a
door bell, and a woman who waa sweep
ing open e<1 the door so suddenly that ho
fell off the stop and noarly lnat his baat
equilibrium. Bnt he waa a book agent,
and he recovered his momentum and
said fluently:
•Tam agent for the. moat oelebrated
book ever offered to the publio ainoe
Unole Tom’s Cabin’ waa written, and
filled with hlnta of thlnga that cannot be
found outatdo the oovera of any other
book, and with recipes for oooking and
family prayers, and how to keep motha
out of font, and some fine poems by
well known and popular writers, and yon
can givo me your order to-day and
needn’t pay for it till next Jane, or an
tho installment plan, which ia cheaper'
than going without, and the neme of it
ia ‘Three Million Hints, or Inquire
Within How to Make Home Happy.’”
“Oh, yes,” ssid the woman, smilfiig
sweetly. " 'How to Make Hoaae
Happy,’ I have one already,” and she
looked at tho broom in. her
dreamy eyes.
He fell off the doorstop again, and
this time ho didn’t rooover till there was
a block lietwoen them.—Detroit free
Ptchk.
WORHR THAN BEING DEIT.
“Lot the offioo seek the man and not
the man tho offioo. That’* my doo-
trinc,” declared Mr. Jones.
“You’ro just the man I want to run
against,” ros]K>udod Smith. “The man
who sits down aud waits for a salaried
offioo to oome and hunt him np is too
good for this earth and too big a fool for
lieu von, aud entirely too tame for Hatau’s
dominions. I’m afraidjyou’d be left out
all around.”
“Well, it might bo worse than that”
“Worse! What could possibly be
worse ?”
“Well, it isn’t noarly as bod as being a
Now York Alderman under the Roosevelt
Reform hill.”—Off City Blizzard.
A Fine Paper.
The boy hod just brought some pa
pers to tho editoiral-room fresh from the
press, and the force were engaged in
commenting on the issne.
“Good paper to-day, gentlemen,” re
marked the editor. “That leader of
mine, if 1 am not very much mistaken,
will cause a sensation among—’’
“It is a good paper," broke in the
funny man; who had been looking over
his column for typographical errors. “I
havon’t very mueh matter in it, but, if I
do say it myself, every line of it
bright, oven for me, and will bo copied
far and—’’
“A good deal of local matter is ent
out," interrupted tho city editor, “but
what there is is first-class news. .That
cock-fight I know will bo published ex
clusively by us, and I think tho runaway
accident—”
"Well, gentlemen,” said the proprie
tor of the establishment, entering the
room, “fine paper to-day. There’s not
much in it but advertisements, but that,
is what ways.”—Phila. Evening Call,
Not Ant fob Katx.—Home malicious
newspaper paragrapher has started the
story that Kate Field has contracted to
marry the Mormon elder and statesman,
John Q. Cannon. This is ono of the
class of stories that can bo safely denied
without waiting for a card Iron, the
maligned party. Cannon has four wives
at present, and Kate Field is not the
woman to take the fifth interest in a man
e ven though he may be many times
millionaire.
DIDNT KNOW IT WELD XNOUOB.
Walter,” said liis fond wife, “will
you not learn to play poker for my
sake?”
“Learn to play poker I” ho exclaimed
in astonishment.
‘Why—ahem—why, the truth is I do
know something about tho gome. I—I
have played it.”
‘Yes, dear, but you don’t know
enough. I thought if you would only
learn how to play it you might not lose
so much money, you know.”—IHttiburg
Chronicle.
riNANCIATi STATISTICS.
Jim Webster, a hard-looking colored
man, was brought to a justioo in Austin,
for stealing some money from the house
of Col. Jones, one of the most respecta
ble citizens.
Said tho Judge very impressively to
Tim:
‘Don’t you know that no good can
oome from Rtolen money —that there is a
enrso on it ?”
“Boss, I didn’t know Col. Jones stole
ilat money. I alius 'spccted him oh
tiein’ an hones’ man. White folks am
gettin’ to lie mighty onreliable nowa
days.”— Texas Siftings.
old
WASHINGTON NOT AN ANGLER.
Jones—“What an enthusiastic
angler George Washington was !"
Smith—Washington ! Why lie waa not
a fisherman.”
Jones—“Indeed he was a great lover
of the sport. Ho wrote a book about
it.”
Smith—“Are you not'thinking of
fzaak Walton ?’’
Jones—“Izaak WaltoD 1 Why, that’s
a fact; so I was. It wus not Washing
ton, of course. Ho was not an angler."
Smith — “No, indeed ; Washington
could not toll a liq."—Phila. Call.