About The sunny South. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1875-1907 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 12, 1887)
THE SUNNY SOUTH, ATLANTA, GA* SATURDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 12. 1887. COL JDDSON OF ALABAMA; Soatheraer’s Experience in New York City. BY F. BEAN. [Copyrighted by the Author.] CHAPTER IIL Not many days bad passed, and no new dis coveries bad been made, when the Gippe fami ly received a visit from a stranger who gave Mrs. Gipps and Mias Tillie some new data with which to carry on their speculative con versations regarding the Colonel’s private af- fairs. The visitor was a tall, spare man, in a straw hat a blue neck-tie with white dots, an alpaca coat and dark-blue baggy trousers somewhat faded. He had a pale, bloodies, face, covered with patches of dark-brown freckles and a sparse, draggling red beard on his cheek, and /■hin; his hands were large, bony and freckled; and his large open eyes and contracted lips gave promise of seeking more information than 1m imputed. Poor Mrs. Gipps immediately took the man for a detective; and, there certainly was some thing penetrating and inquisitorial in the stranger’s gaze as he fastened his cold, gray eyes upon her frightened visage, and inquired if there was a Southern gentleman stopping there. Then he called himself “we,” as if he alluded to the detective agency to which he be longed, and said such a person had been “traced” there. Poor Mrs. Gipps, in great alarm, declined to answer the question till she had called her daughter in consultation. She would only say she had lodgers, of course,—she always had lodgers. That was the way she got her living; but, as to whether there was any body in the house that hailed from the South, she couldn’t think just that moment, but she would speak to her daughter. Miss Gipps swept into the room with her su perior intellect, her modern ideas, and her youthful spirits, and arrogantly demanded the visitor's reasons and motives for seeking this information. Suppose there was a Seuthern gentleman staying there, what then? Did the visitor know him, and what did he want of him, what was his name, his business, and what did he know about him? The supposed detective declined to impart any information; lie only wanted to know if a Southern gentleman was staying there. Miss Tillie declined to say, and the supposed detective then proposed a compromise. If he could be permitted to look at the gentleman’s baggage, he would, perhaps, arrive at the in formation desired; in which case, if it was the right party, he would let them know who and what he was. This proposition plunged Mrs. fiipps and Miss Tillie into a con plicated train of thought. If the Colonel was wanted by the authorities, they would lose their lodger, but they would know his secrets. They retired for private consultation, the re sult of which was they found that it was quite impossible to resist the temptation, come what might, of finding out something, and they re solved to show the man into the Colonel’s cried Mrs. Gii room. “We’ll let you see his trunk,” sail Mrs. Gipps, returning to the parlor, “but we can’t give you the gentleman’s name unless you make known your business.” “Very well,” replied the stranger, following her up-stairs whither Miss Gipps had already gone. “Perhaps we’ll be able to come to some understanding after awhile.” Miss Gipps was standing by the mantel piece near the Colonel’s trunk watching with vigilant eyes for every change in the stranger’s countenance as he entered the room, looked at the trunk with a professional eye, read all the expressman’s labels, and then tested its weight by raising one end and shaking it, (which convinced both women that he sus pected nothing less than burglars’ tools) and then knelt down before it to examine the lock. As he thus bent over the trunk he seemed to listen to some sound inside; and, then looking quickly up he exclaimed— “What’s this? 1 hear clock work inside!” “Clock work!” cried Mrs. Gipps and Miss Tillie in alarm, though ignorant of any signifi cance of the fact; and then bending over the trunk they both confessed in frightened ac cents to hearing the same sounds, the fact be ing, as the stranger readily understood, that the Colonel had a little cheap alarm clock in his trunk which he locked up every morning before he went out, for the same reason that he locked up everything else. His name, scrawled by-some child with a pin, was written Well, well, well 1” cried Mrs. Gipps, never thought of that! You're right! You’re tight 1 I see it all now; and that’s why he had that bnnch of keys. 1 don’t bele-e that tick et n® 0 "!** from anything more’n a dock. «•’ "JS* * re we going to do?” Miss Tillie was wrapped in meditation. She w ** noxious to put the Colonel on his guard against the detective, or else he might be sud denly compelled to seek safety in flight, and their lodger; but then here was another difficulty: Should they inform him of toe man s visit, he might remove to other quar- te ^a they would lose him anyhow. 1 think we had better say a word about it just yet awhile,” said Miss Gipps de cisively; “less wait and see what’ll turn up." And her mother acquiesced. In the meantime the attentions which they lavished on the Colonel were redoubled. If he left the house for five minutes to drop a letter into the nearest box, he invariably found, on his return, that they had paid his room a visit, set the chairs in the precise spots where they always placed them, put his slip- peri in the pantry, hung away his dressing gown, shook up the one feather pillow which they bad conceded at his request, closed and laid away the book or magazine which he had been reading, or carried it off altogether and arranged or disarranged all his toilet articles ““[hat he could never find anything. i ® n , Mis8 Gipps—feeling now that the Col onel belonged to her since she had so bravely defended him—was always on hand to let him in; and the Colonel always gave her the same courteous greeting and the same cordial, South ern hand pressure, and always apologized for ringing the bell; and be was always asking for a key and never getting anything but explana tions and apologies. And Mrs. Gipps was al ways tapping at his door in the evening beg ging the loan of the evening paper, and the Colonel always besought her to accept it even if he had only just taken it from his pocket, although he was sure never to see it again. And at last, instead of Mrs. Gipps, came Miss Gipps with O, such a world naivete and shy duplicity, pleading that ma had sent her for the paper. In fact, either Miss Gipps or Mrs. Gipps was alwajs under foot; and the Colonel, who ab- horred anything like skulking or sneaking, was driven to steal in and out of his room liKe a thief, always hoping to escape their vigilance I.ut, move ever so softly as he would, Miss Gipps—with her fascinating smiles and her sympathetic suggestions—was sure to intercept him, either at the top of the stairs or else at the foot. Or if by any good luck he escaped the daughter, he was sure to be waylaid by the mother, who never failed to ask him every hol iday if he didu t find he had a nice, cool room; or, if it was a damp, chilly day, to congratulate him on having a room on the warm side of the house. ■peaking, “I’d have kept up the chase ten miles 1” Then often in the evening they would be"- him to come and sit with them in the parlor’ they were “so lonely”; and Mrs. Gipps never failed to inform him, every time he passed the evening with them, that her plumbing was per fect and that her house was twenty feet wide and oue hundred ieet deep. During all this time neither Miss Tillie nor Mrs. Gipps once forgot the red whiskered man, nor did Miss Gipps once abandon her theory concerning the jealous husband who had em ployed the detective. Ilut nothing more was heard or seen of the latter individual till one day towards the close of the second week of the Colonel’s residence there, when—standing on the front steps of the Gipps mansion at about half past one o’clock in the afternoon, watching the magnificent figure of the Colonel who had just left the house—Miss Tillie saw a man with sparse red whiskers, a white straw hat, blue, baggy trousers and an alpaca coat step out from under the awning of the drug store at the corner and walk slowly after their lodger. Miss Gipps, thrilled with the excitement of the adventure looming up ahead, seized her hat from the hat-rack in the hall, snatched her sun-umbrella, and, without other preparation started in pursuit. The Colonel proceeded on his way uncon scious of the army in the rear, and turned down South Avenue, closely followed by the red-whiskered man who was closely followed by Ms? Gipps. _ ThejamljorE. Gibed .slpwly d thei “I am exceedingly obliged; but Iknow of no reason why this man should be designedly following me.” “Well, Colonel, there’s one good thing, he didn’t see you come out of our house, so he doesn’t know where you are staying ” “There is your bench. But I fear this steak is not done to suit you.. Had I known I was to have the honor of your company I would have selected a more suitable place.” “No, Colonel, don’t say that! Now this is the way I am—what’s good eno igh for a per son I care for is good enough for me.” “I see by the papers there is music In Cen tral Park this afternoon. You ought to go out, you and your mother. The air would do you good.” “Ma never cares to go, and as for me, I don’t want to go alone. I’d like to go. I’m crazy to hear some music,. but that's just the way it always is. Then I’ve been dying to go to the Casino all summer; but ma don’t want to go, and I can’t go alone of cturse.” The Colonel, perhaps in the hope of divert ing her thoughts from this dangerous channel into which he had so inadvertently direct id them, offered her the pepper, the vinegar, the salt, the butter, the Worcestershire sauce, the olive oil, the sugar, and everythiug else on the table, and apologized for the absence of wine on the restaurant bill; but his attentions only, increased her confidence and straightened her hopes. “Yes,” she continued, “I’ve been dying to go somewhere all theisummer. I wanted to go to the Lyceum last week more than I can tell you. But how can I go? It’s bad enough to liava to stay in the hot city all the summer with out being shut up in the house all the time. I would dearly love to go out to Central Park Garden, too, some evening and hear Silmoris’ band; but I can’t go alone.” “No, certainly not—what a glorious thing it will be for your sex when the millennium comes ! All men will then be gentlemen, and all women will be ladies, and you can walk the streets at midnight without harm or reproach.” „<>, Colonel! what a lovely Idea that is now! How did that happen to come into your head ! Why it’s good enough to be prom ised ! I often wonder. Colonel, why you don’t write for the papers. I’m sure you’ve got brains enough, I believe you could if you were to try. But to go back to the millennium —it will be just glorious then, as you say, but the millennium aint come yet, Colonel, and what’s a body going to do till it does?” “ Ifou must have patience, faith, hope and courage.” “ Colonel! you do give me lots of goo 1 ad vice ! Indeed, truly, sometimes I think if wa’n’t for you I’d give up and die.” By this time, Miss Gipps being a rap d an diligent eater, the greater and better part of the porterhouse steak had disappeared, togeth er with all the chips, tomatoes, raspberries, rolls and cold tea, as well as a glass of pale ale, which on her own suggestion, she had ac cepted in liien of wine; anil they rose from the table; while the red whiskered man near the door, who had great a do to make his econom ical repast of wheaten grits and milk outlast the lady’s sumptuous meal, also rose and followed them. “Colonel! O, Colonel 1 that man behind us” cried Miss Gipps in the Colonel’s ear, tuggin; hard at his arm. “I thank you, madam, for your thoughtful ness,” replied the Colonel, without noticing the man. “It .is really quite immaterial whether he follows me or not.” “Colonel, you mustn’t get reckless,” mur mured Miss Gipps solemnly in his ear. The Colonel returned with her as far as the corner where he took a street car, and Miss Gipps started towards home, not however, till she had seen the man with the red whiskers follow the Colonel into the car; and when he returned home towards evening she met him at the door, the picture of anxiety and con cern, exclaiming accidentally: “Colonel, for heavens sake, did that man see you going anywhere that would get you into trouble? ’ “I, no, indeed my dearmadan,” replied the Colonel. “It is of no consequence whatever, I assure you, though I thank you hearti y for your kind interest.” “O, Colonel! you don’t know how you re lieve my mind 1” cried Miss Gipps ecstatiscal- ly; and even after this she looked upon the Colonel as all her own, and her mother, like wise regarding him as good as one if the family,, began putting him to good’Use by bor rowing ninety-five cents of him one day, and sending him to put an alvertisemen; for more lodgers into the Hearald at his own expense, while both of them united in borrowingl his books, pens, ink, and postage stamps. [TO lie CONTINUED.] helping hand, as did the Samaritan in our Sa viour’s parable. But the time would fail to mention the frequent prayers and aim {-deeds °f kki* latter-day Zaccheuj. We refer without elaboration to his cheery disposition wfilch caused a little maid of ten summers to say that Grandpa Jackson was a “mighty funny man.” Not in any degree friv olous, or in the least addicted to “foolish jest ing," but a sort of incarnated sunbeam in every place and every circle. His politeness was not of the Chesterfield ■tamp, but might be best translated as benevo lence In trifles. In honor preferring others— taking the lowest seat until authoritatively bid den to come up higher. Reverential to age, knightly in h& bearing to the gentler nz, con- descending ana gracious to little children. He professed to love everybody, and his life gave emphasis to that utterance. His heart had beta purified by faith and swept and garnished by the Divine Spirit, and there was no room for paltry spites or petty jealousies or cher ished resentments. It may be'said of him in ail soberness that he might have sat for the portrait oi I’lato’s just man. This lofty ideal of Greek philoso phy was faintly typed in the elder Cato, more clesrlv foreshadowed in Marcus Aurelius, but only became' realistic in the lives of such Christian worthies as James Jackson. In his relations to Christians of other denom inations, Judge Jackson was noted for bis cath olicity; not that he was lacking iu definite views or. pronounced convictions. No man was more closely wedded to the doctrine and discipline of hi a own church: none was more thoroughly loyal to its traditions or more warmly attached to its time-honored usages. But his Christianity was broader iu its scope than the Wesleyan standards. His love for the brotherhood overflowed the dikes of eccle siastical partyism, and swept away the barriers of denominational prejudice. Indeed it was true of him, as was affirmed of a greater than he, no creedfoan claim him—no country can appropriate him. IIow natural that venerable ministers of sister churches should speak of him as the prince of Christian laymen, and that oue, at feast, should discuss his character under the three-fold aspect of man, magistrate and saint. It remains now that we should say some what of him as a Christian worker. His near kinsman and bosom friend, Gen. T. K. R. Cobb, with whom he had many traits in com mon, was duly commissioned as a lay preacher in tfce l’reeljyterian church. Judge Jackson, on the other hand, was not a preacher by the majority vote of any conference; but in a non ecclesiastical sense be was a preacher by a higher investiture tlia.ii Episcopal bands can confer. v. The anointing spirit, by whose inspiration the prophets wrote and spoke, was vouchsafed to him in largo measure. Nor is it doubtful that in bis case it was a better equipment than mere parchment credentials. Few men realized more fully than he that Divinely appointed work was a mode of pray er—not less than heat is itself a mode of mo tion. He was therefore no idler in the market place when his sickle should be ringing against the harvest fields of the moral world. Nor did he seek for great occasions or wait for grand opportunities. Whenever and wherever aixjpen door wai shown him, he en tered in tile name of the Lord, and toiled as even in the grett task master’s eyes. His best work was not always done in the central churches, but in the suburban cliurciier, and outlying mission fields, where be thought he was most needed. Whilst his knowledge of text-book theology was of necessity limited, yet he was mighty in the Scriptures. His conception of the atone ment was thoroughly evangelical, and at times, when he depicted in burning words, the an guish of Getlisemane, or the horror of great darkness that eucompassed the man of Calva ry, his face shoue like the face of an angel, and his lips, like Isaiah’s, seemed touched with hallowed fire. As an expositor of the Scrip tures lie was seldom surpassed. (in one mem orable winter’s morn ng, in the basement of the First Methodist Church, in the presence of a score of delighted listeners, he gave an ex position of the 51st l’salm worthy of Bishop Home, and deserving a place in Spurgeon’s greatest work, The Treasury of David. On some such occasions he would seize, as if by- intuition, »he salient points of a paragraph or chapter, and elucidate tiern with great clear ness and apply them with great iiower. But, notwithstanding these manifold gifts and graces, there was in all bis Christian ser vice the notable absence of self-assertion. Whet! ,er in tJie General Conference, to which he was sometimes called by the suffrages of his brethren, or ia the humble class room, where two or three met for prayer and praise, he evermore bad the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit. He often spoke of himielf as the least si saini^vuid net less frequently did he was seen in a boy’s costume for the first time in this city. She wore a most becoming and beautiful suit of the Little Duke pattern, and presented a picture that was charming in its general effects and perfect in ail its details. The songs introduced were led up to naturally, and proved, as usual, a pleasing feature of the performance, being encored in every instance. Miss I’ixley was frequently applauded during the action of the comedy, and was called be fore the curtain at the end of nearly every scene. John T. Bsymond. Monday and Tuesday, the king of American Comedians, supported,as before by a first class company, will visit our city. He will play the first night and at matinee his new play “The Woman Hater!” and Saturday night the ever famous “Colonel Sellers." Zsr Q %$i “The Woman Hater” has been one of the most successful plays of the English language and this is due as much to the merits of the comedy as to the talent of .1. T. Raymond. This actor could make any play go and any performance when he appears is al ways a treat, but when, besides that this play has merit in it, the performence is a royal banquet The Louisville Commercial said of it: John T. Raymond not only entertained but convulsed a splendid audience at Masonic lernplc last night. The piay was “The Wo’ man Hater,” by D. I). Lloyd, who has the faculty of fitting tins prince of comedians with suitable and popular characters. Samuel Bundy prides himself on being “a woman hater, when m reality liis heart is as mellow and linpressioual as a ripe pear. Widows are Ins particular weakness, and the fairer and fatter the widow the faster Samuel pursues her. His industry and susceptibility at last plunge him into three dilferent engagements with three different widows. Naturally enough ^y^ke j 1, warm for him. He proposed to one before he knew that he had the courage to do it, and another laid her head upon his shoulder and agreed to love, honor and obey bim, when be was only relating that lie was in love—with the other widow. Fortune smiles through Ins clouded skies at last, and lie mar ries the woman of Ins choice, only to be mis taken for another man and fired into a private lunatic asylum just as be was preparing to take a wedding trip. It is not possible to recite in cold type the grotesque comedy that bubbled between every line until it submerged stage and audience in a 83a of unrestrained, hearty laughter. Tlie simplest phrase in llaymond’s mouth became a rollicking jest. He Held the audience from the moment be faced them. They were ready to go into bysteries if be would give the signal. His make-up was a cure for the blues; a sweep of bis illimitable band drove dull care away, bis smile was a breath of honest mirth. Ray mond is at the height of liis power as a come dian. He grasps unerringly the humor of any character he assumes, and he has the secret of laughter making at his fingers’ ends. The support is entirely adequate. MLLE. SHEA. Friday, February 18th, for two nights and one Matinee, this queenly society artist will pay to the Gate City her annual visit while go ing to New (Irleans. Mile Khea brings with her new plays, and among them cne which has created a great furore eveiywhere “The Wid ow.” For those who do not know the brilliant and bewitching lady, we reproduce the follow ing from the Detroit Free Press: “After an absence of just one year to the the(oiTnt^y Philosopher After perusing the thriving little town of Winona and noting the lively business of her merchants, I asked I )r. Ward to tell me what all this life and prosperity depended upon. “Cotton,” said he, “nothing but cotton.” Tli is town handles about fifteen thousand bales. It is grown by white farmers in the east and negroes in the west. The whites are generally poor—very poor—and have n i bright prospects ahead. It is a struggle to pay for their advances and keep up their stock. Their barns and stables and fences are going to de cay. 1 hey are not making a healthy progress. But still they live and manage to gize their children some schooling. When cotton was ten cents, there was a margin of profit, but now there is none. The negroes are just as bad off, perhaps worse, but they don’t know it and don’t os re. The proprietors of the lands rent to the negroes at prices that brings an in come of from five to ten dollars an acre, but they are in some consternation now. for the negroes are leaving by the score, and going to the railroad lands below on the delta. These lands are on the market at low prices and on long time, and the negroes imagine they can Pay them, l’erliaps they can. White men do not cate to risk the malaria. Winona has good schools. In fact, I find them everywhere, ami every town assures me that they have the best in the state. The school fund of Mississippi aggregates about eight hundred and filty thousand d illars and is made up of receipts from sales of public lands and from taxes on occupations and an ad valorem of three mills. This is a larger s.hool fund than Georgia has got, and it pro- vides free education for about six months in the year. Winona has a rifle company composed of her best young men. Tliis is a good feature in our land. peat deal of money in building np a manual labor institute half a century ago. He had the earnest co operation of every parent in the state who was afflicted with an incorrigible son. They were all aent there to be controlled and reformed, but it was a mortifying failure The sons of rich parents would not work at all On the contrary, they retarded work. Thev plotted and planned by night how they should dodge their three hoar’s of labor the next day and they generally succeeded. The experiment was a signal failure and coat my father sever al thousand dollars. Bat that was in slavery days, when the sons of rich men had a con tempt for labor. Now there is no such con tempt existing at the South, and I believe that the onion of labor with study can be made a success, and that it will give the Sonth a better class of yonng men than the literary colleges have turned out. The state of -Mississippi has gone into this business with earnestness and nerve that ia deserving of success It is no half-way experiment Two thorns and acres of fair, average land are here for the boys to work. A portion of it is devot ed to horticulture, a feature that I great ly admire. Then there is the stock depart ment and the dairy an 1 the silos and all the incidentals. The boys have the best of op portunities to become experts in chemistry and geology and surveying and the analysis of soils and vegetable products. They plant and cultivate the crops. They establish nur series and fruit trees and vines. They graft and bud and prune and have orchards coming on to full bearing. They fill the silos. They herd the cattle and milk the cows and feed them, and they make the batter and run the creamery. Just think of eighty cows on one farm—not scrub cows but Jerseys and Hoi- steins, and Herefordsand Devons. Just think of a churn that holds 250 gallons and another that bolds 100 gallons; and there are great cans of cream that is shipped daily to New Orleans, for at this season cream sells for more than butter. The boys do all this. I saw them at it, dressed in their overalls, and they did it willingly and were proud for me to see them at these practical industrial pursuits. It is certainly a novel Bight to see a boy in the chemical laboratory witu his blowpipe and his crucible following science in its most abstruse calculations, and then put on his working clotiies and go to the cowpen. Well, they do that here at the A. and M. institute. General Lee is a wonderful man—the man for the place. His West l’oiut education has made him a disciplinarian. His parent stock has made him a man of broad, commanding intel lect and personal attractions. The hoys love him and respect him and fear him. “Who is that young man,” said I, “that I see drilling ’hat squad? lie lias no uniform on.” “No.” said the general, “he is a splendid aoldiir, hut lie violated one of the rules last wet k and I took off his uniform for ten days." Boys have been expelled whose parents are the dig- taries of the land. There is no favortism lure. General Lee knows no favors. The humblest boy in the slate has an equal chance witli the sons of the highest. The institution is full. Frequent applications are made from non rei- idents for admission, but they cannot take them. Take it all in ail, I believe it is the grandest institution of the south. It is only- six years old, and is yet in its infancy, hut it is a success and is the pride of all Mississippi. There are many dairy farms a id fine cattle herds in this state, and most of them .ire now in charge of young men who graduated at this institution, and they are liberally paid for their skill and experience. tie' V*> ctc - . ..I ffoK-wiserimi'was fully realize.’”^ , ipreten- ‘Vadfe!%S»>ok place at tli-^s plainly au.libleCl uoG^^X3nl|al Testaurarit. s through thqew;. .JfcuVoi the trunk. The red-whiskered man followed the Colo- 44 lAX Vi A XX? O rP tlllR niRTl^R ftbruptlv — — 1 Uioa n i ima fnll narnll ilia n 1/1 Rill ■ o —- v i..-u u auioo u aouhull. ‘Who were this man’s referees?” abruptly demanded the crafty stranger, gazing into the stricken faces of the Gippes with an air of grave suspicion. “His—his referees!” stammered Mrs. Gipps, in deep embarrassment. “Why—would you think I ought to ast for reference? He adver tised for a room and—and he was such a per fect gentleman and a Southerner, too—” “Now, ma.” quickly interrupted Miss Tillie, stepping on her mother’s foot, “you don’t know whether he’s a Southerner or not; he never said he was.” “I never said he was a Southerner, ’ screamed Mrs. Gipps in confusion. “I said I didn’t ast for references, though perhaps I ought to, but I guess I forgot it, unless you ast, Tillie; did you?" “I don’t recollect,” haughtily retorted Miss Tillie. “If I did, I don’t remember now who he referred to; and, besides, its nobody’s bus iness but ours.” “Well, my God! exclaimed the man with an affectation of astonishment and excitement which nearly frightened Mrs. Gipps into sur rendering her lodger into his hands, “how do you know hut he’s a dynamiter? Good God! don’t you know about that fellow Thomasson, who had clock-work like this in his trunk to blow up a steamer with dynamite? This man might be a Russian nihilist, or an Irish con spirator or a German socialist. Can you un lock this trunk in any way? Or if you haven’t any way to do it, suppose you let me try a bunch of keys I have here?" nj | don’t know what to say, stammered Mrs Gipps- “I suppose I could send out and get some keys, or you might try what you’ve got.” *‘I shouldn’t advise you to undertake no such thing!” quickly interrupted Miss Tillie. “Dynamiter or no, we don’t want to get into State’s prison unlocking other folkses’ trunks ” she added, thinking within herself, however that it was an idea they might act uDonln private. “What good would it do the nSn to blow our house up, I’d like to know?” she continued, turning fiercely upon the stran ger “He’d set all his own clo’es ahre and might be killed himself.’’ The stranger who, of course, had no idea that the ticking machinery came from any thing more murderous than a little clock, of which he had one of precisely the same pat tern in his own room, and had entirely differ ed reasons for desiring to open the trunk, from the one professed, lie being in the em ploy of the Colonel’s legal opponents and as signed to the dirty work, merely rep ied that if this was the man he was after he didn’t pretend there was any likelihood of his blow ing up his landlady’s house by design. “But dynamite is very uncertain stuff, he said. “Thomasson didn’t exjiect his machine to go off on the wharf. He had set it to blow up the steamer when she was fairly You don’t want a man in your house that han dles dynamite unless you ha ™ * ‘nsured against being blown up; and you’d better take out heavy accident insurance policies, both of you. Besides this, you might get into trouble and have the police after you for harbor ng the man. He is a tall, large, hroad-shomdered, dark-complexioned man, isn t he? , B“You’ve ast that twice a ready, sharply cried Miss Tillie before her mother could com mit herself. "You don’t show us no authority to come here and pry into our affairs; and it 1 was ma I’d show you the door. Mrs. Gipps quailed at these courageous words of her daring offspring; but the stranger heard her with imiierturbable tramjuility; and, not in the least embarrassed or offended, he took liis departure; and Miss Gipps and her mother, in high excitement, discussed the They were unanimously of the opinion that the uian was ft detective; but concerning the question as to what the Colonel had been do ing that a detective should be after him, they - at first differed widely. Mrs. Gipps was taken i in about the dynamite and thought the Golo- nel must be some great political refugee; and she was as afraid as death to stand within a dozen yards of the suspected trunk. But Miss Tillie laughed the idea to scorn. The de- ictive, she declared, had been put on the Col- iel’s track by some woman’s jealous hus- nd, and ibat was the whole story; and what wanted to open the trunk for, was to steal woman’s letters! nel, and Miss Gipps followed the red-whis kered man. The Colonel was already seated at a round table in the center of the room facing the door when his pursuers entered, and, although his polished manners and refined countenance contrasted sharply with the humble surround ings of the little room—the soiled table-cloth, the swarms of flies, the slovenly waiters, and the plebian patrons, yet there was nothing in his demeanor to indicate his consciousness of this as be politely gave his order to a waiter with a very dirty apron and an equally dirty face. The red-whiskered man slipped into the seat nearest the door and ordered something cheap; but Miss Gipps, who by this time had finished pulling on her mitts, sailed into the middle of the room, bowed graciously to the astonished gentleman at the round table in the center, and made a feint of seating herself at a side-table when the colonel arose and invited her to lunch with him The man with the sparse red whiskers the colonel did not observe; nor did this individ ual appear to observe him. Miss Gipps, with a fine affectation of delight ed surprise, accepted the colonel’s invitation. She didn’t want anything to eat, she excit edly declared; she hadn’t any appetite; butshe would just take a poner-house steak, Sarato ga chips, some sliced tomatoes, a glass of iced tea, some red raspberries and Vienna rolls; and she was very particular about having some chipped ice on both the tomatoes and rasp berries. After giving this order she turned to the colonel, exclaiming with quivering voice: “Colonel, you don’t know what brings me here!” , , . . The colonel courteously expressed his un qualified ignorance and his entire readiness to listen to the explanation. “Well, colonel,” continued the agitated la dy, by this time almost in tears, “I don’t know X’m sure I don’t know what you’ll think,” here her voice trembled and she seemed on the point of breaking down. “I don’t know what you’ll think of me taking so much interest in —in you! I—I—Colonel! the truth is I don’t know how to tell you what I’ve got on my mind.” , "My dear madam, calm yourself,” whis pered the colonel. “Colonel, you are so kind,” gratefully re turned the now hysterical woman, growing more and more emotional as she felt that the Colonel sympathized with her. “I will try to go on now; but I beg you to have some pity on me and try to understand my feelings Do you see that red whiskered man down there by the door? ’ “Yes, I see a man with red whiskers near the door.” “Well, Colonel, just consider,” she contin ued in a sensational whisper, “whether there is anybody in this city or anywhere else that would set a detective on your track!” And the Colonel gazed from her to the man and hick to her again in astonishment. Miss Gipps was encouraged to proceed with her sen sational narrative. "I saw him, Colonel,” she cried impressively, “f saw him with my own eyes following you along the street, and that’s why I started after. Dear me! I never was so scar’t in all my life. I was ready to die' O, Colonel! I beg o’ you to take care of yourself! You may say pshaw! you’ll risk it, but now just take my advice and don’t let that man toiler you anywhere where you ain’t wil ling to let the whole world see you go. Y belter give up going anywhere that’ll get you into trouble. I ain’t agoing to preach any straight laced ideas of morality, though I al ways try to do wliat’s right, for I’m a woman; but you are a man and I s’pose von do what you like, but I beg o’ you to look out for your- self The Colonel, durine the delivery of this Hneech had time to examine the man by the door and to consider the probability of his presence in the city having been discovered by his legal opponents, and if so what advantage thev could expect to derive from watching his movements; but as Miss Gipps paused for breath he merely replied: “I am exceedingly oblidged to you, madam, for the pains you have token to inform me of thl “Ah, Colonel, don’t say (that!” cried theexu berant lady before the Colonel had finished A MONOGRAPH. It does not rightly pertain to the province of your committee to speak of Judge Jackson’s historic lineage, going back to the colonization of Georgia and embracing that revolutionary tire who brought fire from Heaven to consume the records of the Yazoo fraud. Incidents of that sort, and other interesting facts, may be best treated by some future biographer. We leave also to others, better qualified for the work, to enlarge on his scholarly attainments and to speak of his profound erudition as a ju rist. It is quite enough for us to say that for many long years he wore, neither unworthily nor ungracefully, the judicial mantle of Lump kin and Warner. Ours is the more congenial task of consider ing his rare excellence as a Christian man and Christian worker. This is, indeed, the sublimest aspect of any human character. For let it be ever borne in mind that man is a term of wider import than statesmen or jurist or philosopher! We intend no disparagement of his intellect ual greatness when we say of Judge Jackson that religion was his chief ornament and his highest praise, and that which, above all else, constituxid him the highest style of man. Hi speaking of this it is difficult to avoid the use of language that may seem extravagant. Ilis character was not one-sided, but all-sided. As a single ray of unrifted solar light contains the seven primary colors of the spectrum, so his religiouB character embodied all those ele mentary virtues that are distinctively Christ ian. Perhaps the most conspicuous feature of that character was its experimental side. Every stage of his religious experience was marked; we might almost venture to say phe nomenal. His conviction was pungent and searching. As a consequence, his repentance was thorough, and attended by an agony of soul such as David so vividly describes iu the penitential Psalms. He wrestled in the straw of a cainp-meeting altar as Jacob wrestled for the blessing at l’eniel. Ilis conversion was moreover an epoch in his moral history. He never at any time doubted the fact itself, nor did he ever seriously question its genuineness. Some weeks, or possibly months, elapsed, however, before he consciously realized the direct witness of the Spirit. Indeed he hardly recognized the need of it. But as Aquilla and Priscilla, humble tent makers by occupation, were instrumental in expounding to the elo quent Apollos the way of God more perfectly, so this university graduate—this young law yer of special mark and likelihood, was in debted for this higher Christian experience to the teaching and guidance of an unlettered blacksmith. He often referred to this circum stance in his heart-stirring appeals to his fel- low-Christians. Having found it in his own case a perpetual inspiration and a perennial joy, he earnestly desired that the brethren should be partakers of the same heavenly gift. His views of Christian perfection were in no sense dogmatic, but eminently practical. He was not without his transcendental moods, when, like Peter on the Mount of Transfigura tion, or Paul when caught up to the tnird heaven, he seemed to be filled with all “the fullness of God." Next to this experimental phase of his Christianity, was the practical side. He was a Bible-reading, Sabbath-keeping, Church-going disciple. In all these respects he was a model ch archman. He greatly loved the communion of saints, and often risked health, and even life, rather than forego the week-night prayer meeting or the Sunday morning class. He de lighted himself greatly in the ministry of the word. He reverenced the hnmblest and fee blest minister of the Gospel as an ambassador of Christ. He loved the Church—the body of Christ—with an intense love, and prayed and labored for its unity and prosperity. Judge Jackson set a high estimate on works of mercy. Very often, when worn and weary with his judicial labors, hj would turn aside to visit and to pray with the aged and the infirm. Nor were these pious visitations chiefly to the rich and influential, but oftener to toe poor and downcast, and even the delinquent and downfallen. These he songht to uplift with a a'sinner saveu* uj grace, liis triumphant < was a fitting climax to such a hoi? life. W. J. Scott, W. F. Glenn, J. W. Lee. Committee. Annie I’ixley. Friday and Saturday, February 11th and 12 th, at night and at matinee, the most charm ing operatic comedienne, Annie Pixley, will appear at the opera house. She will open in “The Deacon’s Daughter," a new play and a wonderful success, and will repeat it at the matinee. Saturday night she will present the ever favorite "M'Liss." “The Deacon’s Daughter” has been received all over the country with the greatest favor, as can be seen from the following criticism of the Boston Herald, of Sept 21, 1880: Miss Annie l’ixley began her season at the Park Theatre last evening, presenting for the first time on any stage, “The Deacon’s Daughter.” It is a pretty little conceit, and iu the development of the work Mr. Gunter has met with a success. He certainly deserves credit for arranging a number of situations well calculated to afford Miss Pixley very good opportunities for the display of her peculiar abilities, and she took full advantage of them. In these days, when so many women, with a certain amount of uncertain imitative ability- while defying with easy assurance the laws of probability and common sense, and ignoring with exasperating persistency the canons of art and dramatic expression—can squirm, wriggle and kick their way into dramatic prominence, it is a positive relief, as well as a pleasure, to witness the performances of such a genuine comedienne as Miss Pixley, who, instead of being a servile imitator of some suc cessful predecessor, brings to her work a vig orous intelligence, originality of thought, un conventionality of expression, dramatic ability of a superior order, and a just sense of artis tic appropriateness. Miss l’ixley has what few actresses on the American stage possess: A keen appreciation of humor and a natural wit, and the power to give to them an expres sion which is fascinating. She can be funny without resorting to coarse methods, and can create a laugh without encroaching upon the field of endeavor, which is the especial prov ince of the clown: She has lost none of those beauties of face and figure which have so often been encroiled heretofore, and! her natural ad vantages are heightened and displayed at their best by the rich and tasteful costumes which she wears. Her dresses—she makes a num ber of changes during the action of the piece— were bewildering in design and dazzling in their brilliancy, and were utterly beyond the comprehension and descriptive powers of the average man. In the third act, Miss Pixley has an opportunity to don male attire, and she her as it was enjoyable to the public. The house was full of people, and the people were full of entnusiasm, a proper recognition of a lady, who, in three short years, has grown to be an universal favorite. In personal appear ance there is much to indicate that this viva cious French woman has added to hir versa tility and beauty since she was last here. She is brighter, fresher, more vigorous than ever, with a hundred little comedy graces and de lightful abandon of manner. And in her strong mjods she is more fascinating and truer to the life, more comprehensive of expression. Mile. Khea chose “Frou Frou” for the opening pro sentation of her Toledo engagement. It is a piece where her talents are more fully display ed than any in her repertoire, unless it be Ca mille, and we think her Giiberte far exceeds Camille or Adrienne. Every feeling to which human nature is subject is experienced by the unfortunate heioine, and each admits or re quires intensity in expression and grand dra matic effect. In the impersonation of yester day afternoon Rhea was truly great. Her ten derness in love scenes was exquisite, her ex pressions of despair deeply thrilling, and in those passages were the passion of jealousy is supposed to sway her the full force of her trag ic power was made grandly apparent. And herjpainstaking attention to details is remark able while not in the least laborious. In the third act, where she is driven almost to despe ration by her jealousy, she pours such a tor rent of accusation and reproach on Louise as to carry the audience with her, and there was not a dry eye in the house when she came to die. The suppert is good, the Henri of Wil liam Harris and the Valieas of Mr. Itegnier being especially prominent. A second look at Khea stamps her as a ver satile artist, and no better index for judgment could be had than by the mere selaction of the two opening plays. Those who saw her as the unfortunate Giiberte in the afternoon and again in the evening as Lady Teazle in ‘The School for Scandal,’ could not help but ac cord to her the possession of rare versatile tal ent- The light comedy part afforded her op portunities for the display of good natured temper that weie quickly seized upon and ren dered digestible, captivating the audience and making a pleasant performance complete. The support is given a wide range in “The School for Scandal” and is correspondingly good. The version was capitally received, el egantly costumed, and sparkling with good acting. A Chance for Health is afforded those fast sinking into a condition of hopeless debility. The means are at hand. In the form of a genial medicinal cordial, Hostet- ter’s Stomach Bitters embodies the combined qualities of a blood fertilizer and depurent, a tonic and an alterative. While it promotes di gestion and assimilation, and stimulates appe tite, has the further effect of purifying the life current and strengthening the nervous system. Ab the blood grows richer and purer by its use, they who resort to this sterling medicinal agent, acquire not only vigor, but bodily substance. A healthful change in toe secretions is effected by it, and that sure and rapid physical decay, which a chronic obstruction of the functions of the system produce, is arrested. The prime causes of disease being removed, healtn is speedily renovated and vigor restored. A High-Flyer. A Lee, (Ga.,) county f inner tells of ahen he has that has a nest in a tree about 05 feet high. The tree has a hollow on the top, and the hen has her nest there. How about get ting the eggs, or how about any chicks that might be hatched? Catarrh Is Not a Blood Disease. No matter what parts it m»y finally affect, catarrh always starts in the head, and belongs to the head. There is no mystery about the or igin of this direful disease. It begins in a neg lected cold. One of the kind that is “sure to be better in a few days.” Thousands of victims know how it is by sad experience. Ely’s Cream Balm cares colds in the head and catarrh in all its stages. Not a snuff nor a liquid. Dr. Moffett’s Indian Weed Female Medicine gives bloom to the cheek, elacticity to the mus cles, mental vigor to the brain, and joyous, happy smiles where all was despondent gloom, sadness and depression. - A citizen sol diery is tin: beet that any government can nave, for it i3 founded on patriolism and not on money. The standing armies of Europe are a great oppression upon iier people, for they are non producers, and like the drones in a hive, have to be fed and clothed by tiie working bees—by the sweat of the toiling millions. It seems to be a necessity over there, for they have nabors who arj not al ways friendly, but here we have peaceful oceans on either side and a friendly nahor on our north and a helpless oue on our south. A volunteer company like the Winona Kifies in every town in the nation would give us a well drilled army of half a million of men who are producers and support themselves and lose no time fiom their daily occupations. Jackson is a high old town—a city of mag nificent distances. From the depot the capitol hasa miniature appearance of the national cipitol, with its lofty dome, and fronting l'enn- sylvahia Avenue. Business seems to he thriv ing here. The merchants handle about forty thousand bales of cotton, and there are manu factories of various kinds- I called on his ex cellency, Governor Lowry, and found him a solid, unassuming gentleman of about fifty years, with the great South in hia head —^ Mississippi in bis heart. This is his second term, and it speaks well for him that he bad no opposition. I notice that some of the papers question his sound discretion in exercising the pardoning power. So our own papers did Governor Stephens: but, after all, it is a no ble epitaph for a Governor’s monument that if he erred it was on the side of mercy. The State Honse officers impressed me with their commanding, intellectual appearance, both in form and features. They are not so old as Father Barnett, our much loved Secretary of State, but they will be if they live on and fight glim death as complacently as he does. Old Father Time keeps cutting down all around him, but the good old patriarch smiles so sweetly when he comes that he passes on and says, “I will see you later.’’ I had my personel complimented at various times by newly made friends, who told me that I favored Governor Lowry and General Stephen D. Lee, for which Mrs. Arp would be very grateful if she could see either of these distinguished and handsome gentlemen. But I did not dare to mention it to either of them, for I remember that once upon a time when I told a gentleman that my friends said I favored him, he shut one eye and remarked: “1’ossi- bly it may be so, but if you will never mention it I won’t.” 1 like Kosciusko very much, for many rea sons, but mainly, I reckon, because Koscinsko likes me. It is a nice little town of 12,000 bales, and is the home of Colonel Anderson, the M. C. elect from that district. He was in the field and had no designing ambition; but the people took him up and nominated him, and we.l did he deserve the compliment. Speaking about cotton, let me say that in Mis sissippi, when a stranger inquires about the business of a town, they will say: “Well, we handle ten thousand bales,” or fifteen thou sand or some other number, and that settles it—for that is all, pretty much all. There is as much good pickings in cotton as there is in a fat hog after it is killed. The whole town fattens on it, but the country keeps poor. As I neared West Point I found that I was gliding in a different country from any that I had seen. I could easily imagine I was in Texas, for here was the prairie, the genuine Texas prairie and no mistake. It bordered on the timber with well defined lines, just like it did in Texas. Vast stretches of level, open land meet the eye all along the route to Tupelo. West Point is a beautiful town of fifteen thou sand bales of cotton. It is a post belluin town, situate on a sandy plateau that has fine drain age and good, natural sidewalks that just suit a lady with dainty ftet. 1 think that Mrs. Arp would like to live here, for she has never be come reconciled to the chocolate mud of North Georgia. If a woman has got a pretty number two foot Bhe has great respect for it, and it grieves her to soil even her shoe with mud. The beautiful country around West Point has attracted many Northern settlers, who have gone to work diligently and aie showing the natives what can be accomplished by work and contrivance. I saw for myself how they had resurrected exhausted lands. It is said that they have no patience with the negro. Dne of them was summoned to serve on the jury, and as the juries here are well sprinkled with blacks he wrote the judge a letter asking to be excused, for he had no liking for the darkey and did not want to be in close contact with him, and he did not believe that he could do any case justice as a juryman if he had to confer with a negro about the verdict. The negro is so el jw and careless and shiftless that a diligent northern man scon becomes disgust ed and drives him away. The farmers of this region are quite fascinated with the cattle and dairy business. I expect there are more Jer seys and Holsteins and Uerefords within a radius of fifty miles than in all Georgia. New Orleans is thtir market for butter. Now this brings me to Starksville, a pleasant town of fifteen thousand bales and the site of a far-famed, agricultural and mechanical col lege. I had heard of this college all along the line, and felt an anxious, earnest interest in it. 1 wanted to see if it was possible to make an institution a success where labor was hap pily mingled with study. It has long been a theory of mine that the mind and the body should be educated together—the head and the hand—and I still remember what importance was attached to this union way back in the Scripture days when David said: “May my right hand forget its cunning, and my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I forget thee, oh, Jerusalem!” My good old father tried to establish this theory and expended a JT/Humor Knew What the Morning Meal Was Called. “ Tuip n^anima- iijth’K_d/idnwiitn thuw.r-e^ ^ i said a little Oil City toddler to her mother,'" one morning recently. “ Why, we don’t have sapper in the morn ing,” replied the mother. Den leth’s do down to dinner,” urged the little one. “But we don’t have dinner in the morning,” corrected the mother. Well,den,leth’s do down, any way,” plead ed the child. “But try to think what meal we have in the morning,” urged mamma. ‘ Iknow now,’’said the toddler, brightenii g U P- . .. •What meal do we havein the morning' ‘Oatmeal. Turn on, leth’s do.”—[Oil City Blizzard. No Extravagance There. A hard-up-looking man who had accosted a citizen on Canal street for ten emts was an swered with: “See here, didn’t you hit me for a dime on ly three days ago?” I believe I did, sir, but do the very best I can I can’t keep my expenses down to less than three and one-third cents per day. Your dime is all gone.—[Wall Street News. She Thought it Was Near Enough. “ Now, George, you know it would be al most wicked in us to marry, and you only getting S<> a week. But PU tell you what i ll do. As soon as you’ve saved up §l,UtK) 1 11 marry you,” said Mutilda. At the end of three months she asked him how much he had saved, and he reported •?!'.- 80. Well, George, dear, I guess that’s near enough.” Not in the Apostles’ Creed. Not long ago the pupils of an Episcopal par ish school were asked by the rector, ou one of his visitations, to write down the apostles’ creed. lie was horrified to find that one of the boys, instead of writing “I believe in the Holy Catholic Church,” had written in entire good faith,” I believe in the holy cat in the church.” —[Christian Visitor. He’d Got the Man. An order was issued from police head quar ters in a suburban town to arrest all suspicious persons, and instantly a newly appointed Irish policeman went out and returned with a man whom he handed ever with this charge: “Be jabers, his wife says he’s suspicious of her all the time—and of me.” A Contrivance to Make Men Tall. A scientist is lecturing in London and ex- hibiling a contrivance to make men, who wis|»^- — it, tall. There are plenty of contrivances to make men short and almost any woman can do that; but tall—not at all. “The Last frump.” Dickens rarely attempted a pun, for which he professed profouni contempt, but on one occasion he was accused of irreverence in making one. A game of whist was going on, and one of the ladies who was not playing fell into a slight nap in the background. At the last trick of the game one of the party banged down the king of trumps in such loud glee as to awaken the sleeper, who started up, scared and be wildered. Diekens turned round laughingly and said, “Don’t be alarmed, but you look awfully like one of the defunct on the day of judgement!” “Why?” “Because you were awakened by the sound of the last trump." Of Undoubted Ability. [Boston Courier.] Ilnsband—“Well, dear, and how do yon like the debutante?” Wife (just home from the theater)—“Oh! she's perfectly charming!’ Husband—“A good actress?” Wife—“Per fectly adorable*” Husband—“Fine elocution, admirable system, true to nature in her delin eation of character?” Wile—“Well, 1 don t know about that, but she wore four different dresses in one act.”
