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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.