Newspaper Page Text
iocat patters.
ATLANTA, GEORGIA, June 7,1879-
ATLANTA CONDENSED.
Atlanta is making a strong effort for an appro
priation, by congress, to make the Chattahoochee
navigable from West Point near Atlanta.
The numerous friends of Col. L. P. Grant every
where sympathize with him deeply in the loss o
his most estimable wife, Mrs. Laura Loomis Grant-
Cleanliness is the foundation of good health.
As the weather is becoming extremely warm, it is
very important that no filth of any kind be allowed
to accumulate in the city.
The friends of Rev. Mr. Foute, of St. Phillip’s
Episcopal church sympathize with him in the loss
of his little daughter who died of typhoid fever this
week. She was eleven years old.
Miss Mary Howard Bradfield, daughter of Dr. L.
H. Bradfield, died Sunday morning last at her resi
dence, No. 245 Rawson St. For some years she has
been a patient sufferer. Her death was lamented
by a large circle of friends. The funeral took place
from the Presbyterian Church.
Atlanta has two clubs of glass ball shooters, which
should be called the Carver and the Bogardus. They
practice at Ponce d" Leon Springs and have become
quite expert in hitting the balls. The Constitution
suggests a State match, as there are similar clubs
in Augusta, Athens and Columbus.
Connections of the popular Magnolia Route are
made with morning trains on the Charlotte, Colum
bia and Augusta and Central Railroads for Charles
ton, thus making this a capital route to t hat point.
Connections are also made with the South Caroli
na and C. C. & A. R. R. morning trains for Savan
nah and Florida without change, making close con
nection with A. & G. R. R., thus avoiding omnibus
transfer, See schedule.
About four o’clock on Monday morning last *a
fire broke out in the store of Jones & Bro. on De
catur street, and soon compassed the paint and oil
room belonging to the firm of Traynham, Geise &
Ray. Continuing to spread, the flames made their
way through the next partition, and the handsome
stock of groceries belonging to Mr. Elam Johnson
was about to be consumed when the engines arrived
and stopped the ravages of the fire fiend. The
goods of the two firms first mentioned were cov
ered by insurance. Mr. Johnson, although not
burnt out nor insured suffered considerable loss by
the removal of his goods.
The Dispatch is the title of a daily evening paper
to be issued in Atlanta by Messrs Miller & Dickson,
the first number of which will appear next Monday.
The proprietors promise a daily compendium of all
the news that may be of interest to the man of bus
iness, the professions, home circle &c. The politi
cal department of the ] taper will be under the man
agement of John H. Martin, Esq., who for years has
done much to mould the political sentiment of the
country. The local and news depurttnente will be
edited jointly by Messrs Bridges qmith, Charles
Williams and Cornelius Willingham, which is a
guarantee that the paper will be spicy, newsy and
reliable. While all of the gentlemen named have
made enviable reputations as journalists, Mr. Smith
especially has contributed more toward the pop
ularity of the Georgia press than anyone whose con
nect ion therewith is as limited as his. Success to
the new enterprise.
Marriage of Miss Peck and Mr. Schaefer.—
Miss Bertha Peck, daughter of Prof. Wm. Henry 7
Peck, the popular Ledger story writer, has been for
some years a favorite in Atlanta society- by virtue-
of her social qualities, her fine personal appearance,
literary' taste, and the ger.ial hospitality that is dis
pensed at her parents’ home oir Peachtree street.
It was expected that her marriage would prove a
recherche affair, to use the Jenkins’ parlance, and
expectation was not disappointed. She was mar--
ried last Wednesday at twejve o’clock in St. Phil
lip's (Episcopal) church to Mr. George Schaefer, an
agreeable and popular gentleman, who has met
with considerable success in his business of cotton
buying.
sued, the ch urch was full, and the wedding cere
monial was quite imposing. The floral decorations,
the immense horse-shoe, and wedding bell of white
flowers, were pretty objects to look at before the
adyent of the bridal party, which soon came in,
however—first the seven pairs of attendants—the la
dies in white, pink and blue, with bonnets to match,
the gentlemen in long coats, light pants, and laven
der kids. Three of the brides maids were Miss Ber
tha’s pretty sisters, Byinie, Myrtis, and Daisy, tw-o
others were the accomplished Misses Jackson of New
Orleans and the remaining two are well known fa
vorites of Atlanta societv, Miss Ball and Miss Ham
mond. The young gentleman attendants, also well
known in society and business circles, were Messrs
Postell, Watson, Olmstead. Gholstin, Ragan, Me
Rea and Goin. These attendants having ranged
themselves on either side of the aisle, there came
“down the middle” a little fairy, Miss Buddie Hill,
who strewed fresh flowers for the bride’s white-sat-
i led feet to press. Miss Bertha, the bride, came
next, on the arm of her fine-looking father, w hose
keen, merry eyes tried to fit themselves to the sol
emnity of the occasion. Miss Bertha’s bridal dress
was of rich white satin, very much en traine,
with garniture of pearl-embroidered Spanish lace
and garlands of orange blossoms and lillies of the
valley. The long veil fell in light folds over the
whole pure and exquisite bridal costume, which
was a gift from Mr. James Jackson of New Orleans,
as was also a superb cross set with pearls, which the
bride wore in addition to a solitaire diamond set,
presented by the groom, and the handsome gold
bracelets given by her parents.
Following the bride and her father, came the
groom, having Mrs. Peck on his arm. The lady
■till walks with her crutch from the hurt she re
ceived this winter on the New York elevated rail
way. Another result of her injuries was seen in
the grey hair that looks out of place above her
handsome, well-preserved face. Mr. Schaefer, ele
gantly dressed, looked proud and happy as he cer
tainly had a right to do.
The Episcopal marriage service was said by- Rev.
Mr. Foute in his usual impressive and earnest man
ner, and the bridal party then repaired to Prof.
Peck’s residence, where, after a nice lunch, and an
hour spent in examining the numerous costly and
beautiful marriage presents, festive dresses .were
exchanged for traveling suits and the party took
passage on the Western and Atlantic Road—the
attendants accompanying the bridal couple to
Chattanooga and old Lookout, there to say
good-bye, and returning, leave thenewly-wedded
pair to enjoy- a trip to the Noithern springs, lakes,
and mountains.
The Harpist and the Princess.
A yonng man,mounted on a noble steed,pans-
ed upon the summit of a rocky bridge. His
eye swept a vast stretch of country nearly sur
rounded by the rugged outlines of mountain
ranges: to the west, an expanse of water; a broad,
stately river flows by the city at hiB feet; at the
right, a castle stands out boldly from the dark
foliage that hides its foundations. The last is
the youth’s destination, gnd to it he eagerly
turns. At a glance it is seen that he is no or
dinary person; the rich velvet costume betok
ens wealth, the fair brow and sparkling eyes in
dicate the promise of a noble mind; but the
whole face is sadly marred by the laek of firm
ness about the lips. He is a prince, the son of
a king, and heir apparent to a crown. With
him are a few attendants, persons of his own
age, who are watchful of the slightest indication
of their master’s wishes. Is it a wonder the
prince is spoiled ? The ooutiers, aware of his
probable succession to the throne, and anxious
to be in favor, find it to their advantage to land
his accomplishments and compliment his man
ly beauty. The king, busied with the affairs of
State, seldom has time to consider his mental
progress; and his tutors have been oarefnl not
to advocate too close application to study, know*
ing their royal pupil would not enjoy such an
idea. The natural result of such ,a training is
a proud, vain boy, full of Ji/e, ambition and
confidence; but his naturally kind heart and
amiable disposition endeared him to the people.
One day, an old harpist came to the king’s
palace and Bang of a beautiful land in the far
East, where dwelt a maiden wl^om all loved and
none could secure, because her father was re
solved that her lover should be a man of learn
ing and of a noble heart. The prince sat by
the open casement, looking out with a listless
air, but the song rivited his attention. He
thought, why should not I secure this lovely la
dy ? Might not he be the destined lover ? He
was a king’s son and without an equal in the
land; he would journey to the East, and if (he
harpist description proved oorrect, he would
sue for the lady’s hand. The next morning he
started, and toward evening of the seventh day
obtained his first glimpse of the beautiful maid
en’s home. For a moment he stopped, then has
tened toward the grim old castle. As he ap
proached, bis glance fell on a window where the
maiden herself stood looking down. The prince
was filled with admiration for the vision of love
liness, and as the princess retreated from view,
the lover blew his bugle. He was immediately
ushered into the king’s presence. His majesty
graciously welcomed the visitor, and replied to
his statement in the following words:
Prince, we are honored by the occasion of
your royal highness* coming. My daughter has
many suitors. All these about me desire her
hand; but I am resolved to bestow her on a man
of learning, and not on one who depends entire
ly upon his title aDd rank for a position in the
world. I will cheerfully present the lady to
your highness if you are found to meet these
requirements.’
All confident of suocess, the prince was far
from being appalled by the king's singular freak.
He looked upon his rivals with perfect uncon
cern; and with his mind full of the beauty of
which he had obtained one hasty glimpse, he
impatiently awaited the morrow when the trial
of mental strength would decide the maiden’s
fate. But woe to the dreams of ambitious youth!
He was weighed in the balance — anu found
wanting. Then his eyes were opened, and he
saw the flattery of his companions, and the
treachery of his instructors. His proud spirit
was touched, and he retraced hisste;:s full of in
dignation. He had been spared one infliction,
however; none of the rival suitors had satisfied
the king; all had been rejected. Immediately
upon arriving at his father's palace, the prince
devoted himself to study, losing all interest in
minor court affairs, and seldom joining the
coutiers in their pleasures. All marvelled at
the change;not a few tried to dissuade him from
his purpose. ‘Your highness is becoming pale;
we fear such a severe course of study will un
dermine our prince’s health.’ Another said:
‘Is there not some other lady as fair as this?
Thou couldst have any maiden in the land; why
then go to a foreign oountrv, and kneel at the
feet of a surly old king ?’ One even hired an
old harpist to 6ing the charms of a neighboring
princess.
All in vain. The prince paid no heed to the
courtiers, and at the end of three years again
started for the land of the East. Before it was
with a light heart and bouyant spirit; now it
was with calmer feelings. He did not dare to
hope for success. Might not the prize be al
ready won? The old king welcomed him with
hearty good-will; no suitor had yet obtained the
One thousand invitations having been is- princess; and the prince again awaited the day
of trial, this time with more fear and less con
fidence. And the lady—how was it with her?
She, too, awaited in suspense.
The next day, toward evening, the father
placed the hand of his daughter in that of the
prince. ‘My daughter,’ he said, ‘has not only
secured the husband of her choice and my
choice, brt this prince has received benefit from
his endeavors to secure her. A proud, self-sat
isfied person will not make a good king. I am
now certain that the people of your land will
have a worthy sovereign.’
Thus the struggle closed. The young man
had not only received his bride, but had learn
ed to distinguish the flattery of the foolish from
the counsel of the wise. But I would won you.
The courtiers of the king still live; beware less
they deceive you when you start for the land of
the East to find the princess whose name is Wis
dom.
L. E. Warren.
The Origin of Kissing.
Eight Kinds Mentioned in Scripture.
One may know by your kiss that your gin is ex
cellent.— Beggar’s Opera.
Kisses, according to the scripture, are divided
into eight kinds—the writer cannot find men
tion of more—viz. Adoration, I. Kings, xix 18;
approbation. Proverbs, ii. 4, reconciliation, I
Sam., xiv 33; treachery. Matt*,, xxvi. 49; salu
tation, Sam., xy. 41; affection, Gen., xiv. 15;
subjection, Psalms, ii. 12, and valediction, Ruth,
ii. 6. Kissing is a very dangerous subject for
an old bachelor to write upon, inasmuch as the
fredom of a fair maiden’s lips is often the prov
ocation to the commission of matrimony. But,
lest the reader be disappointed that we have
no personal recollection to unfold, and there
fore disinclined to read this article, we may as
well remark that it is intended more to collect
otters’ opinions than to give our own crude
ideas. We believe it will scarcely be disputed
that the female s*x is more fond of this harm
less amusement than their sterner bretheren.
Men scorn to kiss among themselves,
And scarce will kiss a brother;
Women want to kiss so bad,
They smack and kiss each other !
Nor is this entirely out of nature. Were we
inclined to be kissed—which by our own snowy
beard is impossible—we think, nay, we f&l
positive, that we should prefer a youthful maid
en to receive our salute. The insinuation that
some young ladies are fond of mouths thatobed
with a hideous mustache is doubtless a con
temptible slander. Their own smooth cheeks
and rosy mouths are far preferable, and so they
must feel. Sidney Smith says: ‘There is much
in a kiss when well delivered. We have had
the memory of one we received in our youth,
which has lasted us forty years, and we believe
it will be one of the lent things we think of
when we die.' ~
This is no world, as Hotspur said
For kissing lips and mammets made.
Yet how fond was Shakspeare of this ‘lip-busi
ness.’ You cannot read a single play of the
great master without finding a world of talk
about lips and kisses. There are an infinity of
examples:
He kissed—the last of many doubled kisses.
We’ll e’en but kiss Octavia, and we’ll follow.
There is gold and here
My bluest veins to kiss; a hand that Kings
Have lipped, and trembled kissing,
Give me a kiss—e’en this repays me.
• I shall return once more to kus these lips.
This is a soldier’s kiss.
Commend unto his lips thy favoring hand;
Kiss it, my warrior.
Come, then, and take the last warmth of my lips.
All this, and more, in one play—and that a very
deep tragedy. It is said that the true origin of
this gracious interchange of soul comes from
the far East, and that it is symbolic of the snn's
rays greeting the earth:
Kiss, sm.beams, kiss
The dear old face of earth,
And bring the sap to the bursting bud,
And bring the flower to birth !
Kiss, kiss, and kiss !
Religion Versus Health.
A Sketch with a Moral.
Grappled By a Mexican Lion.
A Texas frontiersman and hnnter named
Franklin, a dweller on the lonesome banks of
the headwaters of the Little Wiohtia, left his
ranclie for the purpose of bagging some wild
tnrkeys and other game for breakfast next morn
ing.
The hnnter was dressed in a broad-brimmed
slouched hat so common in Texas, with boots
over trousers, a six-shooter belted in his waist,
and his trusty rifle slnng over his shoulder.
His ventnre was quite successful, Franklin be
ing a centre shot. Following the banks of the
Little Wichtia, he brought down three fine gob-
lers with his piece, and, huntsman-like, tied all
of them with a leather thong, slang the tnrkeys
over «his. shoulder, and started for his sylvan
home, or rather camp.
The shadows of night had already partially
fallen on the murmuring river, and the somber
gloom of deep solitude fallen on the trees that
line the banks of the Wichtia. Franklin was
plodding along in the dim shades, unconscious
of danger from man or beast, when he felt a
sudden shock, as if a great load had been pre
cipitated on his back. Utterly amazed and
stunned, the hunter arose from the stooping
position into which he had been thrown, and
grappled with his unknown and mysterious
assailant. His first idea was that it was some
devil-fish by some curious chance turned aloose
on land.
A fierce combat ensued. His assailant grap
pled with him,bat seemed to direct his strength
against the freight carried on his back. Frank
lin coaid not nse his gan or his pistol, bnt
struck at the ‘varmint’ with his fist, and endea
vored to free himself fr.om the intruder much
after the manner of the character in the Arabian
Nights, on whose back was saddled the Old
Man of the Sea. At last the animal, for such
Franklin at length perceived it to be, succeeded
in scampering off with one of the turkeys, follow
ed by the hunter, who now drew his piatel as
well as his knife.
He fired one shot at his assailant. Bat this
only enraged him, and the animal, makjng a
deadly spring, alighted on Franklin, at the
same time planting its claws deep into his neok
and cheeks. The hunter was also fearfully torn
and mangled about the arms, legs and other
parts of the body, where the sharp teeth of the
brute were rapidly planted.
After the last spring,'when the animal had
fastened its ugly claws in his face, Franklin
plunged his knife into his enemy, who fell
dead on the ground. On examining the ‘var
mint’ the hunter found it to oe a Mexican lion
of large size, Such was his own enfeebled con
dition, after such a death struggle, that it wa3
Sensible Mothers.
•When I get soul-and-body weary,’ says Fan
nie Fern, *1 like to stroll into the parks, sit
qnietly down, and watch the children with their
nurses. I think that I can pick out every child
there who has a sensible mother She neither
exposes its little bare legs to the treacherous
winds, nor puts oat her baby‘s eyes with a daz
zling white veil, or dresses her child so fine that
it e nnot sit down on one of the seats. If her
child is hnmp-backed, or lame, she does not
render the poor little creature's misfortune more
conspicuous by a gaudy costume. If her boy
has grown big enough to be ashamed of long,
girlish ringlets about his shoulders, she does not
insist upon sacrificing his manliness to her ab
surd vanity.
‘With these views, yon may be sure my list of
children who are blessed with sensible mothers
is rather limited than otherwise. Still it com
forts me that it takes a long time for the weak
est mammas to spoil a very little child—to trans
mute its naturalness to artificiality, and gradu
ate lip, eye and brow in fashion’s school. So I
love to watch them, encumbered as their grace
fulness often is with fine trappings. It is an ar
ticle in my creed that a pretty child looks pret
tiest when plainly dressed, and that a plaiu one
can never be made pretty by ‘fussand feathers.*
‘I saw a little girl the other day shaking
her golden ringlets about under a sensible hat,
and toddling before me on the gravel walk. I
wanted to see the face under that hat; so I stoop
ed down—uncertain what reception I should
meet--and peeped under the brim. Not a droop
of the clear eyes; not a blush ot shyness; but
instead—two of the sweetest parted lips in the
world, put trustingly up to kiss me. I‘m Dot
ashamed to say that there was a big lump in mv
throat, and a moisture in my eyes, as I return
ed it, or that I looked after her until she was out
of sight, and prayed Heaven that she might nev
er give a kiss "less purely, or where it would be
less valued. I have felt the dewy, fragrant
touch of those little lips often since’, though I
don't know what uiother‘s pet I blessed, nor
does it matter, 1
AN ARAB DINNER.
While Miss Edwards, the author of an admi
rable book of Nile travels, was studying the
ruins of Luxor, she accepted an invitation to
dine with the British consul, a genial .and cul
tivated Arab, who had traveled extensively in
Europe, and fluently spoke several languages,
in this entertainment the host conformed rig-
where his wounds were dressed.
Mrs. Gray took (ier husband’s loss with won „, <u „„„ „„„ .......
dertul RubmiHsipp.il)'*:d Mrs. Mien to her friend, 1 ; dangling from his saddlebow. Four of the Tol-
Miif. Finch, V -, »> ooautiful to see such Christ- les party have been caught and are in prison
A Sitting Gander.
A most enrions taste developed itself in a gan
der pertaining to a farmer at Riverhead, near
Redburn, Linconshire. This singular bird
was determined to hatch. He first of all se
lected a wet stone as the object of his maternal
affection; then a discarded tin kettle, and, last
of all, he was discovered assiduously brooding
on a waistcoat of his master’s. It was finally
decided to gratify his most nnnsnal taste for
family cares and responsibility, and he was
provided with five eggs. To the lasting triumph
of his sex, be it said, he brought off his brood
triumphantly. But, alas ! his subsequent ela
tion somewhat resembled the overwhelming
pride of a bachelor who can sew on a button
and make a bed, and who consequently imag
ines himself a greater authority in household
matters than all the generations of women who
have yet seen the light.
In the fullness of bis heart, and the delight
of release from long captivity, this deluded gan
der took snch extravagantly long walks that he
walked his poor little goslings into their un
timely graves.
We must ‘draw a veil’ over the grief of the
afflicted parent; but can we not imagine the
sensation it would cause in the farmyard, and
the impressive morals it would enable all heps,
ducks and geese to point to their respective
mates, as to their neoessary ignorance on family
matters, and the terrible consequences of their
rashly undertaking duties for which nature un
fitted them ?
A pleasure party in buggies lately took a de
lightful jannt trom Rockingham, N. C., to the
Narrows of the Yadkin. The Rockingham edi
tor describes the same and gets ‘mixed’ in his
description of radiant blushes, sunset glories
love-lit eyes, and twilight stars.
ian fortitude-L;*,
J^Irs. Gray^ ’ $5 very good health,’ replied
Mv Finch, ‘- k « t i<^!oU8iy.
‘Of bourse she mis-, but what of that ? what
has that to do wit K obedience to God’s will ?’
‘A great deai; ’f fancy almost everything in
Mrs. Gray’s case. She is full of energy: she
feels herself able to meet the world; indeed l
am not snre but she long6 to express the full
ness of her nature in some untried way.'
‘Then do you mean to say that she does not
regret her husband's death? 1
‘By no means. Sue is left alone, and she feels
the sqjitude. But she stands erect in li9r own
strength; she is conscious of power; her vitality
puts'her in true magnetic relations with the
sources of life;she may grieve, but she can not
give up; she is too strong.’
‘Well, I thought it was all the grace of God.’
‘Good health is the grace of God, as far as it
goes. But we must not mistake the sufficiency
of vital lorce for genuine faith in God, and re
liance on his power. In that case, we are apt
to give too much credit to certain persons like
Mrs. Gray, and too little to certain others, like
Mrs. Williams.’
‘Mrs. Williams ! She is as weak as Mrs.
Gray is strong.’
‘And yet, I do not doubt that she recognizes
God's providence quite as fully as Mrs. Gray;
and I think that she tries more earnestly to sub
mit to His guidance - Believe me, we are un
just to the sorrows of a woman like Mrs. Wil
liams. She had no reserve strength, and so the
loss of her husband left her weak as a vine that
has been torn from its support. We criticise
her, and leave her alone in her solitude, though
she has great need of our help; we praise Mrs.
Gray, and seek her society and talk about her
piety and her frith, when if she were to lose
her health, and the courage that comes there
from, she might sink far below the level of
many whom we now call weak. ‘
‘If piety and health are synonymous, it
stands ns in hand to keep onrselves as well as
possible.’
‘I did not say that they were synonymous;
bnt we can not be too careful to keep ourselves
en rapport with God’s laws as written in our
bodies By a perfect eye we see the physical
wcrld perfectly; through the harmony of health
we discern the true spiritual relations; or if not
intellectually discerning them, we come into
such true conditions that we feel as safe as a
child that holds its father's hand; and this sense
of safety, this freedom from care of fear, is the
essence of strength.’
‘But how is it when sick persons are happy
and strong ?‘
‘Ah, that is when tne soul triumphs over the
body; when it is strong enough to rise above
its limitations; when the will is vitalized by
nnion with the divine will. There is a condi
tion, very rare, we all know, when the spirit is
in harmony, through its constant companion
ship with the spiritual realm. Then itsings,
though in a sick body, as a bird might sing in
a snare, its fright assuaged by hearing the sweet
notes of its companions, and knowing that it
would soon be set free to join them.’
A Hen that Became a Rooster
The bright Oglethrope Echo tells a queer sto
ry about a hen that has undergone a transfor
mation of sex. She was hatched and roared in
pnllet-hood in the ordinary way and showed no
signs of eccentrioity,being the belle of the barn
yard, and developing into a matronly hen, that
not only proved a good souroe of eggs, but sat
upon and hatched five litters of chicks and one
of ^eese, from which fete she was known in the
neighborhood a3 the ‘goslin hen.’ Last Febru
ary, however, a marked change was observed in
the subject of this sketch. First, the roosters
oeased to worship at her shrine. A change was
observed in her general bearing, she assuming
decidedly masculine airs—crowing with the
voice and tone of a thoroughbred chanticleer;
spars commenced to grow from her heels; the
tail feathers lengthened and ourved; her comb
grew in length; and now this remarkable fowl
has developed into a fall-fledged rooster. It is
now on exhibition at Barrow's.
idly to Arab customs, probably that his guests
withgreat difficulty Franklin reached his ranehe 1 might observe the peculiar table etiquette main
tained among the better class. When dinner
was announced, each guest in turn received a
dish of water upon the hands held over a brass
ewer, and a towel, which was to be retained du
ring the meal. In the centre of the brilliantly
lighted dining room stood a brass round table
with a raised rim, and for each person were
placed a chair, a hugb block of bread, a wooden
spoon, two tumblers, and a bouquet.
‘To-night we are all Arabs,’ said the consnl,
MustaphaAga. ‘We drink Nile water, and we
eat with our fingers.’
The dinner was excellently cooked; the
courses were quickly served; the dishes were
hot, “rajl each was successively placed alone in
the middle of the table. For an account of the
manner of eating, ,we borrow Miss Edwards’
lively description:
Each dipped his own spoon in the soup, dived
in trie stew, and pulled off pieces of fish or
with his fingers. Having no plates, we
The History and Adventures of a Texas Desperado.
Several bands of highwaymen still range over
Nebraska, Wyoming, Dakota and Montana, but
the most troublesome ono has just been broken
up. This was the Tolies gang, headed by Frank
Tolies, known throughout the border. The au
thorities of Wyoming recently offered $2,000
for the body of Tolies, dead or alive, and a few
weeks ago a lauk farmer galloped into Cheyenne
with the \blood besmeared head of Tol'es
party have been caught and are in prison
for life. One of them, ‘The Kid,’ was iron
cuffed about his legs so tightly during the trial
that his anki&s and feet are yet black. Frank
James, Tolies' Lieutenant, escaped, and, it is
said, has organized a band in the northern
country. James is a middle aged man of com
manding app'earauce. fits shoulders are- as
broad as those of two ordinary men, and his
head sits as though there were no neck—not
even for the hangman’s noose. He is educated
and nightoned. No women or children ever
snffir at his hands, nqr dp men unless they
happen to have a hundred dollars or so about
them. Two characteristic stories of him are re
lated. Once his party stopped a couple of men,
lam;
mad6 plates of our bread. Meanwhile, Musta-
pba Aga, like an attentive host, tore off an es
pecially choice morsel now and then, and
handed it to one or other of his guests. To eat
gracefully with one’s fingers, is a fine art; to
carve with them skilfully, is a science. None
of us, I think, will soon forget the wonderful
way in which our host attacked and vanquished
the turkey—a solid colossus, weighing twenty
pounds, and roasted to perfection. Half rising,
he turned back his cuff, poised his wrist, and,
one of whom had a fine gold watch. ‘For God's I driving his forefinger and thumb deep into the
sake, my good fellow, let me keep (hat; my
dead mother gave me that watch. ‘ James looked
at him with a, glance which sought to find a lie
at the bottom of his plea. The victim stood the
scrutiny, and James 'handing back the watch
without a word, sparred his horse over the prai
rie and away. Again, the other day he hung
up a poor ranchman near Firt McKindey to ex
tort a confession as to the place of concealment
of certain treasure. The ranchman really did
not know, bat James kept him hangiegby the
thumbs until he was dead. Some weeks ago
the most notorious outlaw of all in the ‘West
countree.’ Middleton, was sketchei in the
Times. Since then he has mat with hairbreadth
escape. On Tuesday two weeks ago he ventured
into Sydney, Nebraska, with King, one-of his
men. A Sheriff s posse bore down upon them.
Both sprang upon Middleton’s horse, that of
King having been seized. In the dash for the
woods King, whose arms were. thrown about
Eiddleton’s waist, was shot through the body
and rolled off- dead. Middleton, thus relieved,
fired a fatal return shot at his nearest pursuer
and got away.
The Ten-Dollar Capital Certificates.
John Sherman has procreated an additional
farce.
The ten-dollar certificates of deposit were ad
vertised and expected to act as a benefit to the
cheaply-living working people of the communi
ty throughout the country. On the contrary
they turn out to be the most complete and thor
ough handicaps created for the benefit of the
bondholders. It is impossible here or else
where for any one, unless he is to bo a capital
ist, to purchase the same.
The bankers, bondholders and speculators of
the country employ a multitude of cheap serv
ants to purchase these certificates- They can
make thereby, after paying their employees, an
enormous percentage. Early, and far ahead of
the hour when the outworked laborer can arise,
the doorways of the bureaus of sale are crowded
by tramps, loafers and thieves. Their object
and intention is to sell their places to actual
purchasers, or pick the pockets of the bona fide.
Yesterday Major Morgan very properly detail
ed a squad of policemen, who clubbed out this
abominable gang, and by active energy found a
cordon that to a great extent mended matters.
Calling John Sherman to witness the immense
improvement, Major Morgan said:
‘Mr. Secretary, these certificates remind me of
an old successful traffic in Washington. Before
the war there was sold here,and was most emin
ently popular, a brand of oongh medicine called
‘Sherman’s Lozenges,’ and children wept for
them; this certificate business is considerably
similar.’
The elongated Oaion laughed— actually laugh-
el—and after complimenting the police admin
istration, retired to study up finances.
After all and impartial questioning this thing
of the certificate business strikes one as a farce.
It has only eventuated to the welfare of the
bondholders and the capitalists, and though in
abstract offering, and apparently aiding the
poorer classes to the means of saving the.r earn
ings successfully, has in fact merely benefited
the bondholders and capitalists, and drawn out
of current action the money needed to infuse
life blood into the arteries of trade and active
life..
breast, brought out a long, stringy, smoking
fragment, which he deposited on the plate of
the writer. Thus begun, the turkey went
round the table amid peals of laughter, and was
punished by each in turn. The pilafl, which
followed, is always the last dish served at an
Egyptian or Turkish dinner. After this, our
spoons were changed, and the sweets were put
upoa the table. The drinks throughout were
plain water, rice water, lemonade. Some na
tive musicians played in the ante-room during
dinner, and when we rose from the table we
washed our hands as before
Taken for a Corn Doctor.
A Philosopher's ltlmulcr.
Daring his first visit to Paris M. Lasalle, a
distinguised German, presented himself at the
house of a well known lady, to wham he had
sent letters of introduction in advance. When
the servant opened the door and received his
card she conducted him to the boudoir and told
him to be seated, saying: ‘Madame’ will come
immediately.’
Presently the lady entered. She was in dish
abille and her feec were bare, covered only with
loose slippers. She bowed to him carelessly
and said:
‘Ah, there you are; good morning.’
She threw herself on a sofa, let fall a slipper
and reached out to Lasalle her very pretty
foot.
Lasalle was naturally completely astounded,
bat he remembered that at his home in Gai-
many it was the custom sometimes to kiss a la
dy’s hand, and he supposed it was the Paris
mode to kiss her foot. Therefore he did not hes
itate to imprint a kiss upon the fascinating foot
so near him, but he could not avoid saying ‘I
thank you, madame, for this new method of
making a lady's acquaintance. It is much bet
ter and certainly more generous than kissing
the hand.’
The lady jumped up, highly indignant. ‘Who
are you, sir, and what do you mean ?’
He gave his name.
‘You are not, then, a corn doctor ?’
‘I am charmed to say, madame, that I am
not. ’
‘But you sent me the corn doctor's card.’
It was true. Lasalle in going out that morn
ing had picked up the card of a oorn doctor
from his bureau and put it in his pocket. This,
without glancing at, he had given to the servant;
who had taken it to her mistress. There was
nothing to do bat iangh over the joke.
MONEYJX) LOAN.
THE UNITED STATES HOME AND DOWER ASSO
CIATION, OF PENNSYLVANLA.
Incorporated 1871. Charter Perpetual.
CAPITAL $1,000,000.
PAID CAPITAL 400,000.
Receives depogits for accumulations, issues certificates
of deposit for annuity and dowry, grants long term loans
ou city, town, farm and church property, at from 8 to 6
per cent, per annum.
fcSf Ofllce Gulf Department, Atlanta, Ga.
E. A. WHITCOMB, Manager.