About The sunny South. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1875-1907 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 19, 1887)
k; THE StNNT A COL. JUDSONJF ALABAMA; Southerner’s Experience in New York City. by f. bean. [Copyrighted by the Author.] CHAPTER IV. Mr. IMckel, the vain and pompous friend of Mrs. Gipps who had spent the evening, had no sooner taken his departure than Miss Tillie, who had several times fallen asleep during the long and tedious conversation between that gentleman and the Colonel on the South and its institutions and, in fact, had slumbered peacefully through all the latter part of it, arose fr -m her mother’s shoulder with some ill-disguised stiffness of the joints and torpidi ty of intellect, exclaiming: “Graciousl I’m glad he’s gonel I could hardly keep awake hearing him preaching; and by this time, having rubbed her face over several times with her hands, she was quite awake and added with rather more of her us ual sprightliness: “Colonel, there’s no use caring anything about what that Dickie says. He’s always bound to be contrary. I had a bile once on the back of my neck so I could hardly turn my head, and couldn’t wear a lin en collar to save me. It was that sore I thought I’d die; and Dickel, he stuck to it a bile was good for the health! Now just to hear him talk about the South! How sassy he was! The idea of him talking to you about s.avery when you owned slaves yourself! The sassy thing! Why, Colonel, do you know one while I expected every minute you would knock him down! I’ve always heard Sontbsmers were 80 "Vv' 'tear madam, you and your mother were" present! Mr. Dickel could do or say nothing to cause me to forget that. “Ah! but do you think,' cried the young la dy with spirit, “that ma and me wouldn t be only too glad to see you giving it to him! I ve got a bout to pick with him myself! The sas sy thing I) sit there giving you so much of his liP “I feel that I ought to apologize for allowing myself to prolong the conversation which must have been very wearisome to you and your m< “Oln not at all,” returned Miss Tillie com placently, “for my part I’d rather hear gentle men talk politics than talk horse, any day. Only if Dickel hadn’t been so sassy. Now for my part I think I’d a good deal rather live li the South than here in New York. I d like it to be warn all the time; and those open fire places! O, how I would like that, wouldn t y °“Yes/’ sleepily replied Mrs. Gipps. “I think I would like it in the South, specially if there’s no hot and cold water in the rooms and no bath-room; and then there d be an end to plumber’s bills, though our plumbing is per fect, still, I think a house with no modtrn lin- provemenU would be more convenient and bea'thy and not so much bother. “Yes, that’s what I’d like! I d like to go -V South very much, Colonel,” cnea Miss Tillie -confidingly. “Only think, ma to be where pea-nuts grow! And oranges, and figs, and to see cotton growing! How queer! Colonel, do pea-nuts grow on trees or bushes? “O, neither! They grow in the ground and are ploughed up like potatoes.” “O goodness, how funny! cried Miss Tillie in her sweet girlish way. “I guess that must be the reason why some people call them ground nuts! And do figs grow in the ground too, Colonel?” . , , . Now Miss Tillie knew better than this, but she wanted to look up into the Colonel’s face so childlike and simple and receive his instruc tion. u O, no, indeed,” replied the Colonel, figs grow on frees which send up clusters of steins From their roots all ar .mnd the mam trunk, and all bearing fruit alike; and oranges, be added, in anticipation of the question, grow on a tree about the size of a small apple-tree. "And how does cottin grow, Colonel, does hat grow on trees, too?” ■'NJis cotton is a ligneous plant, and grows, to the naturaU fertility of tho soil, e feet, to six ancj nine ^ feet highland yourself,” again cried Miss Tillie, not yet in despair of finding out something. “You don’c know how much interest I take in anything about the South. Did you ever see Jeff Davis?” she pursued to lead the Colonel off. “Yes,” I know Mr. Davis well,” replied the Colonel. “Gracious!” cried Miss Tillie, looking at the Colonel with increased interest. “A better, nobler man never breathed,” con tinued the Colonel; whereat Miss Tillie, in her astonishment forgetting for the moment her rebel affinities, cried out: “Why, I thought Jeff Davis was an awful bad man!” “My dear madam,” returned the Colonel, regarding her with magnanimous compassion, “you have been shamefully deluded by the mis representations of that great and good man. Mr. Davis was a patriot, a statesman and a noble-hearted, Christian gentleman whom the whole South reveres.” “0, dear me! what is one to believe?” cried Miss Tillie, striving to regain the Colonel’s good opinion. “He must ’a’ been an awful good man, of course, or he wouldn’t ’a’ been at the head of the rebels. What a shame for peo ple to talk about him so, and all the papers calling him an ‘arch traitor,’ and ‘Jeff Davis,’ and saying he ought to be hung, and he such a good man.” “The time will come, my dear madam, when the true merits of Southern grievances will be rightly understood and justly estimated by every intelligent Nor'.here man and woman.” And the Colonel continued explaining away Miss Tillie’s Northern prejudices till that young lady was satisfied th at he was seeking to prepare her mind, in advance, for spending the rest of her days with him in the South— reconciling all differences of opinion at present existing between herself and him and the Southern people amongst whom she was to pass her future life. “But I am afraid I am wearying you,” said the Colonel at last. “No, indeed you do not; you do not, my dear, dear Colonel,” warmly exclaimed Miss Tillie, gently placing one white hand on the Colonel’s arm. “ You don’t know how happy I am to hear so much about the dear, dear Southern people. I am sure I shall love them! You needn’t to be afraid, Colonel, if I go South to live, that I’ll ever get to quarrel ing with the neighbors. I’m a dyed-in-the- wool Democrat, as I said, and as muoh of a secesh as ever you were; and if I ever marry, I’ll marry a Southerner, or I’ll die Tillie Gipps, mark my words!” “My dear madam,” returned the Colonel, warmly clasping the white hand which was still hovering over his coat-sleeve, “I fervently hope I may be equally successful .in removing the prejudices of many others here at the North. The whole country can never be re united until we are all of one way of thinking on these subjects ” “You may well say that, Colonel,” replied Miss Tillie, not a little disappointed at the tenor of the Colonel’s speech and that he had relinquished her hand already; for she was certain when he clasped it that he was going to propose; but hoping that it was not yet too late to bring him to the point she added quick ly: “What more could a woman say than what I have said, Colonel, when I say that I am resolved to marry a Southerner or die in single blessedness?” and again the white hand fell gently on the Colonel’s coat-sleeve. “I think,” replied the Colonel, “you could not emphasize your sympathies for the South more strongly than by that, for man and wife must be of one mind. You could not, there fore, more beautifully indicate your thorough adoption of Southern sentiments than by this declaration.” “Colonel, I agree with you,” returned Miss Tillie. “You are right in saying a man and wife must think alike. As the poet says: rows, and grows In stalks about -PS 1 y;. Millie, with a fine die- _ You rest and simplicity, in first opening, Is white, {turns the Second day to a beautiful pink. This becomes 'bolls of cotton which grow to the size of wa’nuts in their rind; when mature the bolls burs, and the cotton locks hang out; and the parent stem is a continual succession of blooms, green bolls and open cotton, till the frost kills the stalk.” “0, how lovely! How I would love to see it!” enthusiastically cried Miss Tillie. “Yes; a cotton field in bloom is a beautiful sight, with its white and variegated pink and dark-red flowers,” replied the Colonel.” “Don t sugar and molasses grow down South, too, Colonel?” pursued the young lady, with the same simplicity as before. “We raise but little sugar-cane in Alabama; that is a staple of Louisiana. ’ “Then don’t you know how it looks, Colo ‘Two souls with but a single thought, “Sugar-cane growing looks like a corn-field, but the foliage is much heavier, and its stalks are stouter than corn. No stem is succulent, and is cut down and run through cylinders, the juice pressed out and boiled down to mo lasses, out of which sugar is made. <U) myi how I do want to see all those things grow!” cried Miss Tillie admiringly. “How mean for Dickel to make fun of those turnip-tops and pones! For my part, I know turnip-tops must be as nice as beet-tops; and as for the darkey’s finger-prints around the pones, that reminds me of Robinson Crusoe s finding the foot-prints on the sand. I would feel like he did when he stooped down and saw all the prints of the toes so plain; and he had been so lonely all the time on that island, poor soul’ he was glad enough to see the prints of toes or anything. I just long to go down South; and nobody need ever be afraid of me ’sociating with the niggers! anything but that! I just despise ’em as much as ever you do. Colon ?1; and would always hold them off at arms’ length.” .... ., “Madam, you misunderstand me if you think I harbor any animosity towards the ne gro The Southern people could not hate the negro. We grew up with them around us. We could not hate a race which produced our noble aunties who guided cur feeble steps in infancy and answered, as far as possible, a thousand childish questions. The negroes were not only a necessity for the sordid bene fits derived from iheir labor; they were in grained in our heart of hearts. We could not hate them. We only deprecate their perver sion since their emancipation.” “Well, Colonel, I know you don’t like to speak out, ’specially here in the North. But with me you needn’t be afraid to say what you think. Now I believe in slavery, Colonel, and if I had my way I would make every plaguy nigger in the country a slave again. You needn’t think I’m a Republican. I’m a defect- in-the-wool Democrat, and so I was all through the war, and a secesh, too. But hear me talking about what I was before the war as if I was a hundred years oil now! cried the youn°- lady, with a sudden rush of memory. “I was only the littlest mite of a tot then, of course; but I’ve been a politician ever since I was that high,” and Miss Tillie designated the altitude of a diminutive infant. “I was an awful forred little thing!” she added fondly. “You ought to a heard me talk politics when I wasn’t more’n three years old. Colonel, I had my opinions and talked like a patriarch.” “It must have been interesting indeed,” re plied the Colonel, “and would certainly have been appreciated by a Southerner to hear words of sympathy from the lips of a Northern babe.” “That’s just it, Colonel. Even when I was a baby, a little teenty tonty baby, my eyes filled with tears at the wrongs done you poor Southerners; and if you live in this house till doomsday (and I’m sure I hope you will) you’ll never hear anything from me but words of sympathy. You’ll never hear me crow’n over the South for being beat. My heart fairly bleeds for you to think o’ your losing so much. It must o’ been awful, dreadful! I wonder it didn’t drive you crazy." And perceiving at last the golden opportunity for finding out something of the Colonel’s private affairs, she added: “I s’pose you must ’a’ lost a great many slaves.” “Yes yes,” replied the Colonel, “we were ruined by the war. Even what was left to us after our slaves were liberated we were de spoiled of by raiders and by camp followers wherever the victorious army swept through the land. The Northern people have no con ception of what hardships, what losses were entailed on the people of the South not only by the army itself, but by the rabble that followed in its rear.” “O, Colonel, I wish you would toll me all •boat the war and all you passed through ave my dearlColontl. utter a single idea? that I would pun A»3£, right off, was all law and gospel. So don’t be afraid I shall ever differ with you.” '“It is most gratifying to me to hear you say so, madam,” replied the Colonel. “I believe I possess the usual amount of human egotism; and to feel that my opinions are adopted so readily is a very short cut to my heart, I as sure you, my dear friend,” and at this point the Colonel clasped her hand again, adding, “I beg you to accept—” He was about to beg Miss Tillie to accept nothing more nor less than his thanks, when suddenly poor Mrs. Gipps, who, all this time, had been soundly sleeping with her head poised in an excrueiating pose on the back of the sofa, uttered a loud and prolonged snore which startled both the Colonel and the young lady who awaited his proposition; and Miss Tillie, turning quickly towards her mother as the Colonel released her hand, cried out: “Well! H here isn't poor, dear ma, sound asleep! Mamma! mamma! wake up! wake up !” The Colonel, having by this time entirely forgotten what he was about to say, or indeed that he was about to say anything at all, apol ogized for remaining with them so late and politely withdrew, when Miss Tillie, shaking her parent violently by the shoulder cried sternly: “Can’t you keep awake for pity’s sake! You’ve done a nice thing now! He was just going to propose when you up and snored. You can’t expect no man to propose to a girl when any person is snoring at his elbow at that rate! It was a perfect farce! No wonder he got up and left! 1 was that ashamed I didn’t know which way to look. Why couldn’t you a gone ’long off to bed? If I die an old maid it’ll be all your fault!” “Well, I’m sorry, I’m sure!” gasped the poor moi her in consternation and scarcely re covered from her rude awakening. “What makes you think he was ago’n to propose?” “What makes me think it!” cried Miss Tillie indignantly! “There’s no think about it. I tell you he’d just begun to propose. He’d just that very minute said I’d taken a short cut to his heart, and then he said: “I beg you to ac cept,” when you up and snored! Now you couldn’t expect no man to keep on after that. It would a’ turned the whole thing into ridi cule. I declare it’s hard the way I have to live with a mother that’s got no feeling for me!” “Did you find out yet whether or no he’s married already?” interposed the crest-fallen mother. “How can he be married already?” indig nantly demanded Miss Tillie. “What would he be a proposing to me for if he was married a’ready? You talk smart!” “Well, I’m sorry we ain’t found out any thing,” muttered Mrs. Gipps. “It was a per fect outrage—their talking politics the whole blessed evening! I thought they would talk about things so we could find out whether the Colonel was married or not.” “Yes, you made out a lot, didn’t you, ask ing Dickel here,” retorted Miss Tillie? “It would have been all the same if he had up and ast me fer that Y right before the Colonel.” And thus discussing their respective disap pointments and grievances, the two ladies turned out the gas in the parlor and hall, lock ed the front door, and retired to their room but not to sleep. “It’s no use for you to suspicion the Colonel o’ being married a’ready,” declared Miss Til lie in injured tones. “I know he can’t be by the way he acts towards me;” and, recalling the Colonel’s amiability in instructing her in agriculture and politics, Miss Tillie grew wild with exultation over the progress of her court ship, and fe t confident of soon seeing cotton grow and of plucking tigs fresh from the trees. “I love him! I love him passionately!” she cried, “and I don’t care who knows it!” “You better wait till you know how many wives he’s got,” interposed the unsympathetic mother. “I don’t care how many wives he’s got, so there!” retorted Miss Tillie recklessly. “I love him, and I’m bound to marry him! I’d run away with him to Jerecho if he’d only ast me. But I know he can’t be married,” she continued in melting tones. “Think how he held my hand to-night! And I know he would a proposed if you only hadn’t snored. I’ll never forgive you for that the longest day I live!” “You’ve done wuss things to me,” retorted Mrs. Gipps. “I wouldn’t a been a widdrr to this day if it hadn’t been for your telling Sam Saunders about the mortgage on this house. Y on wanted him yourself, but you didn’t get him!” “I never!” cried Miss Tillie. “The idea of me wanting Sam Saunders! OM enough to be 1 UTB„ ATLANTA. What’s he to compare with my grandfather! the Colonel!” Well, San S&unders wasn’t married,” re torted the parent. “Neither’s the Colonel!” cried Miss Tillie. “I don’t thank you for insinuating that all the time! I declare if I was to find out that the Colonel was a married man I would lose my mind.” “I’ve seen you in love the same way be fore,” was the mother’s unfeeling oomment. “I’d like to know when?” cried Miss Tillie with asperity. '“How about that old tobacco merchant, Mr. Weeks, who had the second story front, four years ago last winter?” sneered her mother. ‘I never cared for that old dotard,” indig nantly shrieked Miss Tillie. “How about old Mr. Goadby, the hatter?” “Don’t you dare twit me with'that old fool! You know well enough all I cared about either o’ those old idiots was their money,” cried Miss Tillie softly. “If I marry the colonel it’ll be a genuine love-match. 1 love him! I love him!” she again cried passionately. “I love him to distraction ! I love the very ground he walks on ! and I know he loves me ! I don’t see what makes you talk so discouraging about it,” she whimpered, wiping a tear from her eyes. “Don’t you think if I marry a rich man I’ll help you pay off the mortgage? I guess I’d do as much for you as any girl would do for her folks.” “Did I ever say you wouldn’t?” returned [the mother in mollified accents. “I know,of course, you’d do what was right like I would by you. Aed if my snoring kept the Colonel from proposing," she added humbly, “I’m sure no body could be sorrier about it than me. But I can’t help it now. There’s no use cry’n’ over spilt milk; an’ if he loves ye he an’t a go’n’ to be stopped by no snor’n. He’ll find a chance to propose sometime or other. “But there’s nothing like striking when the iron’s hot;” replied the unconsolable young lady, and the iron was hot then. K you hadn’t snored I bet I’d be engaged this minute, and Miss Tillie burst into tears. Mrs. Gipps, anfitous not to imperil her chances of getting her mortgage paid off, made no further attempt, at that moment, either to palliate her offense or to offer consolation. But when her daughter’s grief had spent itself she spoke. “I wouldn’t take on so,” she said soothing ly. “A girl like you, with your loo£8, and your ways, and such a gift o’ gab as you’ve got, needn’t never be afraid of dy’n an’ old maid. You better go to bed now and try and get some sleep. To-morrow night you ean have the parlor all to yourself; and I wouldn’t wonder but what the colomel will propose in less’n half and hour,” This speech had the desired effect of sooth ing Miss Tillie’s troubles; and she ceased re pining and fell to meditating upon her charms and their powers of conquest and upon the delights of living down South. At last she arose and began to look for pencil and paper. “What you go’n’ to do now?” demanded her mother in tender accents from the pil low. Miss Tillie replied that she was going to write an ode or else a sonnet, she couldn’t say now which it would be, an i address it to Colo nel and see if that wouldn’t bring him to the point again. "You better come to bed and put that gas out and try to save your eyesight,” tenderly replied the mother. “You can write your pome to- morrer. Sett’n’ up late nights an’ spoil’n’ your looks an’t ago’n’ to help you ketch a beau.” Knowing what her fond parent ooald never go to sleep while the gas was burning. Miss Tillie greatly undervalued her mother’s tender admonitions, and being in no self-sacrificing humor she tartly responded: ‘Let me alone ! I’ll do what I’ve a mind to,” and she worked away on her poem for a long time, the competition between her pencil and her eraser being about equal all the way through, but at last, beginning to apprehend congestion of the brain, she laid her work aside, sopping her head with water, and wear ily tottered to bed. [to BB CONTINUED.] Hope and Hash. [National Republican ] The time is coming, with swift step, when our people will realize that there is one ques- THE(0tfNTf^Y Philosopher ,t the boys at the A. d at its exact cost, lollars and sixty cents discounted at the rate ieir labor. This be- the State gives a poor acquire a first class lit- cation, and a practical [tore, horticulture and rice—say from twen- annum. pass to Columbus, the •jnd par excellence the State. Before the aristocracy, its of* the war the business methods aristocratic element has lescended from father to .ughter. The old fami- ans, and their children Georma lineage. When ,t hergirls should have bojiSf Columbus was where to erect an in- sicomplish this end. The [tiful in their design and s the 360 pupils who oc- sight, and almost x of regret that he and spend another this lovely place, led as I thought of children, and then content—content to go and listen to Mrs. Arp as she sings, "John . Person, my Jo.” This is no ordinar f eraa i 0 college. There is nothing like it eitl r tf or th or South. Mis sissippi has made a , w departure—a bold ex periment. Wise h. ida haTe divined nsw methods for these n — tj me8 Everything is business now, and jL mu8t keep n p with it. The girls used to be reared by loving parents to be ladies—ladies , | elegant leisure—ladies tit to be wives and i others and nothing else; but no <v the wife an »j e cottier must be some thing else. Shejnuii. ^ a helpmate—or, as the Scriptures an ^helpmeet”—that is, she must help meevtb -ix pe nseg _ Everywhere I go ,nxious inquiry, “What daughters? They are but what can they end of this institu te solve this I failed to mei and M Institute and it averages i per month. Thii of six cents an hofc; neficence on the p rj boy an opportunity erary and scienti^' knowledge of dairying for a pail ty-five to fifty dollai In this connectioi Ath^Aof Missi mostuehu tiful war it was~ renovp culture and dignity, has somewhat chais of her pec pie, but ti not decayed. It 1 son, from mother lies were mostly are still proud of fK5 State resolved an equal chance easily chosen as thi stitution that won! buildings are as modest adornment cupy them. It was 1 made an old man sbj* could not renew life in hailing diet But my reverie home and wife am' 1 my fond heart w along down the Y* I hear the earre, shall we do wid willing, they d>?” ~ stance, and around which all things else of national moment cluster like pigmies. It is the question of individual economy. The Ameri can wastes enough to feed the German, the German enough to feed the Frenchman, and the Frenchman enough to feed the Chinaman. What a tremendous advantage this condition of things makes possible for the American. The fact that he is able to waste twice as much as is necessary to the daily support of the Frenchman, and once as much as is necessary to satisfy the German, and still lives better than either of them, shows where he could place himself in ten years if he would adopt a system of thorough economy in his daily life. On the labor platform we find the tongue of eloquence lashing itself into wild fury over the grasping tendencies of monopolies and ap pealing to the world for sympathy in its efforts to ameliorate the condition of the toilers, but very seldom is a word uttered upon the sub ject of economy, which holds within its mean ing more that is connected with the well-being of the laborirg classes than all the other influ ences combined. An American artisan, who receives three times as much as a foreign arti san, lives twice as well, and wastes enough to furnish the latter with the necessaries of life, is in a position to become iniependent in fif teen or twenty years, provided health and work held out, if he will only study the sub ject of economy and apply its teachings to his everyday life and that of his family. Among the sixty millions of our people the number who are circumstanced so that econo my becomes unimportant to them is a very small fraction. To the great majority the question is very important, and a careful con sideration of it will benefit the masses in the present and exercise a wholesome influence on generations to come. In the vast amount of valuable statistics which have been secured by the government through the United States consular corps are lessons concerning labor, wages, and cost of living, which, if properly studied by our peo ple, would bear golden fruit. In them a hun dred stories are told of men working for one- third of the wages received in this country. To be sure, it is a hard fight for existence, but by strict economy they manage to stand even with the world at the end of the year, well clothed, and in fur physical health. This be ing the case it seems but reasonable that our laborers, who receive twice and sometimes thrice the amount of wages, ought, by careful expenditure of funds, to save at least one-third of their annual incomes. It has been and is constantly argued that the cost of living is so much greater in this coun try than abroad that the system of higher wa ges only covers the difference. Ti i: was once true, but through the marvelous development of our agricultural and manufacturing inter ests and the increased transportation facilities food prices have become lower here than abroad. The free trader may desire to use these statements in support of his fallacious doc trine. We use them simply to demonstrate the happy condition of the American bread winner and to show what a grand opportunity he has of reaching a competency by industry and careful economy. With food cheaper here than abroad, and American wages twice and three times as great as those in the old world, he may become independent in a few years if he has a sincere desire to gain that vantage ground. lool mittees and are still was there i practical workings off tfc filled with admiration. pily mingling work Will partment they are c mi and other garments methods. In anothe then Mia-; This college d ’ tarest. ihave visited it , /*, of Boston, %> see the actual istitution, and was ese girls are hap- itudy. In one de- and fitting dresses Aberdeen la a beautiful Seotch name, and the Tombigbee river takes the place of the Don and Dee in the old country, and cotton is sub stituted for the flax and linen that made the old Aberdeen famous. But I must hurry on to the pleasant little to wn of Tupelo where I spent the Sabbath with my kindred. I was not heralded for this place and so took them by -surprise. When I rang the door-bell a sweet, pretty lass of six teen came to the front. I had not seen her since she was a child, but I knew her at once from family features, and so I said as I gave her my hand, “I am your cousin—kiss me.” She looked like a frightened fawn, but com plied with my startling reques:, for I reckon she must have seen trust and truth in my face. She hurried to her parents and I heard her say: “There is a strange gentleman in the parlor who called me cousin and kissed me.” Her father replied, “Well who is he? I’ll go down and see.” In gown and slippers he came shuffling in and then raised a family commotion. “Why, good gracious—h ess my stars—why, where in the world did you come from? Why, goodness gracious! Well, well, I’m so glad to see you. Never was so sur prised in my life,” etc., etc. And here came the children—seven children, mostly girls— pretty children, and I had lots of kissing, and last came the good mother with the same glad smile she used to wear in the long ago, when she was a merry, rollicking girl—the favorite of the town. Not long after their marriage they moved from Rome to Tupelo and have prospered. If this is not a happy family then all the outward signs do fail. If there is a skeleton in this closet I could not find it. Tupelo has prospects now—bright prospects, for the rairoad to Memphis is nearly complet ed and the people are jubilant over an expect ed boom. I made the acquaintance of an old gentleman—Captain High, who has been living here for forty-two years, and is familiar with the Indian tongue and can tell the meaning of all the indian names. The red man once pos sessed this State and all that is left of them is their singular names. Here we hav# counties with such names as Chickasaw and Chocktaw and Octibeho and Yalobusha and Coahoma and Tishomingo and Itawamba and Noxubee and Neshoba, and many others. Next came our notable men of the olden time. Adams and Franklin and Jefferson are in one comer. Jackson, Harrison and Hancock is another. Clay, Calhoun and Webster are bunched to gether in the middle, Washington and Madi son and LaFayette and Benton and Marshall are scattered around. In our own State I have noted that Hall and Walton and Gwinnette are all in a line and these three were our sign ers of the declaration of independence. Captain High is a North Carolina veteran, and left the old State in his early manhood, and now he revels in sweet memories of the old homestead- Like the poet he sings with sadness: “I remember, I remember, The house where I was born.” jT/Humor aftei* the most approved the washing and ironing are going on in a lau ndry that is operated by steam. The girls are trained to cook, but do not do the cooking; but they wash the dishes and set the tables They do not prepare id do all the housework. ie garden, but they plant it and cultivate it, ar d were proud to show me Hon. George A. Pillsbury, ex-Mayor of Concord, N. H., has presented to the First Baptist Church of Minneapolis, where he now resides, an organ costing §8,500. 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. As 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 the 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. their sevtral plats. - In one large room they were drawing and sketching and coloring de signs for carpets, designs for oil cloths and wall paper and Christmas cards. Many of them were exquisitely beau ,iful. and find ready sale in Northern markets' Southern flowers, and fruits, and vines, and grasses, and autumn leaves predominate in these designs and give them more ready sale. In another department the girls were modeling in clay, and their handiwork was seen in vases and urns and statuary. Here, too, they were painting oa china and queenswere. Typewriting is taught, and is much more easily learned than is music upon the piano. The President’s Secretary is one of his pupils, and she rapidly answers his numerous correspondents upon the ealigraph. Phonography is especially taught, and many of the advanced pupils can easily record 120 words in a minute. Two of them recorded every word of Sam Jones’ sermon, and they were sent broadcast all over the land. For this work they each received four dollars a day. Music and painting, of course, are taught, do not now recall the other industrial pursuits, for my visit was a hurried one, and with so many bright eyes and smiling faces turned to wards me I was obliged to forget something. Three hundred and sixty girls in tasteful uni form gathered before me in the beautiful col lege chapel, and my thoughts ran rapidly as I wondered, “Where are the boys to match them?” Well, I den’t know, but it seems to me if I were a young man I would move to Columbus and take my chances for cap turing one. The girls pay board here, too, at its prime cost, which averages eight dol lars and sixty cents per month, including washing and fuel and water and lights. Evsry thing is in perfectly womanly order. A blind man could not tell that he was in their dining room, for there was no odor of prandial affairs. The table linen was spotless ly white and the ware glistened with cleanli ness. Electric lights are used and pure water spouts from the faucets. Dr. Jones is the honored president of this noble institution, and in his zeal and fitness for the trust every one has implicit confidence. A friend said to me: “Our only fear is that he may prema turely die, and we know of no one who could fill jhis place.” He is a Virginian, and so is General Stephen D. Lee. Virginia is still the mother of Presidents One more art is to be added to the industrial pursuits of this institu tion for Mississippi girls and that is the beau tiful art of photography. This is well. It is a calling that woman is peculiarly fitted for. How tastily she could arrange each fold and ringlet; how nicely adjust the position, how delicately Jpuch the image with her brush and pencil; how sweetly quiet the restless, timid children, and I think the young men would give her the preference, and have their neck ties awry that she might finger them. Here would be her opportunity to revel in that har mony of colors for which nature gave her love and skill more than she gave to man. I greatly appreciate Columbus for her beau tiful gravelled streets and fine hotels and love ly suburban homes. I asked a friend if there was any boom. He shook his head ominously as be said: “Yes Fad afraid there is—I’m afraid it will strike us hard before long and I’m sorry, for Columbus is just what I would have it. Maybe I am getting old and fosilli- ferous, but somehow I don’t want a boom to strike Columbus.” There is another city not far away, the love ly city of Aberdeen, where a patrican aristo cracy settled in the long ago—in the days “when niggers was,” as Dick Johnson says. Here, too, is a pride of ancestry; a pride of State and of our Southland. It is a grand old town and harbors much wealth and has a thriving business. I was told that my visit would be in vain unless I saw Silk Stocking avenue. Well, I saw it, of course, and was charmed—not with the silk stockings, for I did not see them, but with the beautiful houses where, I suppose, the silk stockings are filled every morning and emptied at night Aber deen is connected by water with Mobile and does a large cotton trade with that city. I was told that not long ago another old North Carolinian came across a county to see him just to talk of the good old times, and they sat and talked and talked and inched up their chairs closer and closer, and they took it by turns and told of their youthful exploits in kill ing deer and turkey and running rabbits and foxes, and how good were the maypops and haws and chestnuts and the possum suppers, and they would look into each other’s faces with watery eyes, and at last the stranger ex claimed with tearful emotion, “And them white shad, Captain—just think of them white shad;” and they both burst into tears and boo-hooed. This was not the feather that broke the camel’s back, but it was the memory that filled the chalice and overflowed. As I journeyed from Columbus to Meridian I made the acquaintance of a pleasant, intelli gent country gentleman of middle age, who told me that he lived near the river and was a fanner and a merchant, and had by diligence accumulated a competency and felt grateful for his success. He had reared his children to la bor and had no drawback on his happiness. But last spring he thought he would run over to Birmingham and look round, and while there he invested a thousand dollars in a parcel of land a mile or so away, and rented it out for twenty-five dollars a month and came home. Two or three months ago he began to receive letters about it, and so he went back again in December to see what was the matter. Call ing on the gentleman who wrote him for it, he was asked to price his property. True to na ture. he thought he would ask a big price so as tx t^&ve margin to come down a peg or two, ’ e mustered np courage enough to say: l,will take tOT taojiggn^Abut to write oiy 4i '<p5ew m» said: ‘ ‘Please sign this dSstev-.ere is a"^!ocx for the money.” “I felt a little mean,” said he, “for getting so much, for I had never in my life made money that way. But I came home, and that pile of money worried me. did not know what to do with ft I did not sleep so well as before I got it So, about a week ago I went to Columbus and handed the money to a good business friend of mine and asked him to invest it for me. He smiled and said: “This is your Birmingham money?” “Yes," said L “Yen sold too soon,” said he. “I have been there, and I bought the very land you sold, and I gave twenty thousand dollars for it.” I was amazed, and I replied: “Well, you will lose money as sure as you live.” “No, I won’t,” said he, “for I sold it yester day for forty thousand dollars.” The train from Meridian to Birmingham was crowded, and so I removed my valise and gave a little Dutchman a seat beside me. “Mooch oblige,” said he. He was silent for a minute, and then, look ing up at me, said: “Purmigham?” “Yes,” said I. “Spekerlate?” “No,” said L “Vy not—you fraid?” “Yes,” said L “Vare you live?” “In Georgia,” said I. “Georgy one great peeg State. Vareabouts in Georgy!” “Up about Rome,” said I. “Rome! lsh your name Cohen?” “No,” said I. “What made you think my name was Cohen?” “Veil, dere is a man up dere name Cohen.” “Ish dere von baker in de town?” “Yes,” said I. “Room for von more?” “I expect so," said I. “I ish a baker. I save twenty-five hundred dollar ill seex year, and now I queet.” “What for?” said I. “I spekerlate and get reech more queek.” “In Birmingham?” said L “Na, na. Purmingham too peeg for little man like me. I stop at Tuscaloosa. I puy von lot dere two veeks ago for twenty-two hun dred dollars. It vas twice too much, but my countryman tell me it vas de time to puy, and now I got letters in my pocket tell me come queek and I get tirty-two hundred. I makes von tousand dollars in two veeks. Vould you pake any more pread like me. Na, na, I spek erlate !” The little fellow subsided for a minute, and then resumed: “But den eef I sell and de property keep on going up again, den I feel so pad. Vat you dinks I petter do ’bout dat?” I had no consolation for him. He continued to think aloud until we reached Tuskaloosa and I lost him. Such is the whirlpool of this gam bling life—this craving appetite for money that is not earned. The Sand Man. BT GEORGE COOPER. He peeps In throngh the keyhole And be bobs up at the pane. When scarlet firelight dances Ca wall and floor again. H'i'h! here he comes—the Sand man, With his dream-can he Is crowned, And grams of sleep he scatters, lining round, and round, and round— While the little ones are nodding, going round He whispers quaintest fancies; With a tiny, silver thread He sews up silken eyelids That ought to be In bed. Each wee head nods acquaintance, He’s known wherever found; All stay-up-lates be catches, Going round, and round, aDd round— With a pack of dreams forever going round. I see two eyes the brightest; But I’ll not tell whose they are! They shut up like a lily— That Sand man can’t be tar! Somebody grows so quiet— Who cornea, without a sound? H* leads one more to dteamland, Going round, and round, and round! And a good night to.the Sand man, going round. A Personal Question. [Rockland Courier.] “Mother,” said a little Rockland girl, look ing up from her books, “what does trans-At lantic mean?” ‘ ‘Oh, across the Atlantic, of course. Don t bother me, you make me forget my count.” “Does trans always mean across?” “Isuppose it does. If you don’t stop both ering me with your questions you’ll go to bed.” “Then does trans-parent mean a cross pa rent?” Transmutation. When Edwin and fair Angelina Were lovers and engaged, If she attempted any work He straightway became enraged. He ran to do her small commands; And placed the kids upon ner hands. But now that Angelina la wed Her cares arefar from light, And Edwin’s love has grown so cold That things are different quite. In Idleness aronnd he stands, And leavesi“the k1©»” upon her hands. Mr. Warble Twice. Sing-Sing, a Chinaman, feeling disgrace on discovering that his name was the same as that of the famous New York penitentiary, applied to a city judge, supposing it was part of that official’s business to alter people’s nomencla ture. “Well, John, what can I do for you?” said the urbane justice. “Wante git namee changed. Sing-Sing no good; too muchee aldelman.” The Judge,, who was not averse to a quiet joke, suggested that he might call himself Mr. Warble Twice, as it meant about the same thing. What Love Is. BT A MODERN JULIET. It’s a sort of palpitation, Passionate reverocraUon, In the vital habitation Of the heart. ^^^eepeetM I ^^^■a very cho ^^■Fely ride of hi* %V- Effer vescent osculation, Inexpressible sensation, In continuous rotation, r Forms a part. I Invitation j choice collation, r ride of long duration, ' ‘ * •!«?. - J Confidential conversation'. No attempted ostentation, Never ceasing admiration Oa his part. Passionate reciprocation, Caramels without cessation, Form, In my Inspiration, Cupid’s dart. INFORMATION MANY PERSONS 1 this seasons suffer from y either > Headache, Heuralgior ' Rheumatismr Pains in the' IAmbs, Back and- Bad Blood,- .indigestion,Dyspepsia? Malaria,Constipation S:Kidney Troubles. V0L1HA CORDIAL CURES RHEUMATISM, -♦—VOLINA CORDIAL CURES SICK-HEADACHE r Nrar&lria Pains in the Limbs, Back and Sides, by - ESS the n™“ and strengthening the muscles, -•—VOLINA CORDIAL CORES DYSPEPSIA, Indigestion and Constipation, by aldlng the assim- Uatlng of the Food through the proper action Of the stomach ; it creates a healthy appetite. -•—VOLINA CORDIAL CURES NERVOUSNESS, Depression of spirits and Weakness, by enliven ing and toning the system. -t—VOLINA CORDIAL CORES OVERWORKED and Delicate Women, runyand Slcklr ChiWren. It is delightful and nutritious as a general Tonic. Yolina Almanac and Diary for 1887. 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The Pioneer needslt—oaa’t get along without Ifc. The Farmer needs It la his house, his stable, and his stock yard. The Steamboat maa or the Boatman needs It In liberal supply afloat and ashore. The Horso-fnuslee needs It—It Is bis best friend and safest relfanoe. The Stock-grower needs ft—It wUl save him thousands of dollars and n world of trouble. The Railroad mutt needs It and will need It no long as his life is a round at accidents and dangers. The Backwwodnnsms seeds It. There Is noth ing like It as an antadete tor the dangers to life, limb and contort which surround the pioneer. The Merchant needs ft about his store among its wnl nappenj and when Ltahnenl la wanted at once. • House. Tis the best of A Nice Death. [Tid Bits.] Edwin (before the serpents’ cage at Central Park)—“See, Angelina, that large snake is a boa-constrictor, and down in South America, where he lives, he lies in wait for a victim and winding himself about the poor person slowly hugs him to death.” Angelina (with a shudder) “Oh, how nice!” A Woman’s Sphere. They talk about a woman’s sphere As though It bad a limit: There’s not a place In earth or beaven, There's not a task to mankind given, There’s not a blesslr g or a woe, There’s not a whispered yes or no, There’s not a life, or death or blrtb. That baa a feather’s welgbt of worth, Without a woman In It. An Unprofitable Business. “Elegant town! Quite a milling industry here. I counted nearly a dozen factories along the river.” “Yes, there are an even ten of them.” “Must make a very profitable enterprise?” “No—it requires all the factories combined to secure a penny of revenue. ” “Oow is that?” “Why, it takes ten mills to make a cent, don’t it?” hla employees, these comeths Keeps Bos Keeps nselncasaof Keep it Bettis A1 “•e when wanted. 587-lyr •act ory. Ita immediate «b pain and loss of wages. •7» ii the Stable for ^HOLMES’ SURE CURES MOUTH WASH and DENTIFRICE Cares Bleeding Gums, Ulcers. Sore Month, Sore Throat, Cleanses the Teeth and Purifies the Breath | used and recommendf>d by leading dentiRts. Pre« pared by Drs. J. P. & W. R. Holmes, Dentists, If neon* Gju ITor Sale by all druggista and dentist* SORE THROAT, CROUP AND HOARSE NESS CURED BY USING iHolmes’* MouthiWaslil and DENTIFRICE. PKRSONS We.vrlng Artificial Teeth should use HOLMES’ MOUTH WASH and DENTIFRICE. 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I’m a poet,” said bard to a dun wbo bad called To collect a wee item or so— “Im a poet, and thus you will not be appalled To concede tbat I can’t owe, you know. ‘ You can’t owe? Ah, yes,” Bpake the don as he smiled, You canto, I see;” then he tbrew Ont bis boot attbe bard and remarked, rather wild, “I not only can-toe, but I do!” — [Yonkers Gazette. A Deep Mystery. Wherever you are located you should write to Hallett&Co., Portland, Maine* and receive free, full information about work that you can do and live at home, making thereby from §5 to $25 and upwards daily, home have made over $50 in a day. All is new. Hallett&Co, will start you. Capital not needed. Either sex. All ages. No class of working people have ever made money so fast heretofore. Comfortable fortunes await every worker. All this seems a deep mystery to you, reader, but send along your address and it will be cleared up and proved. Better not delay : now is the time. Senator Vorhees, in his speech m favor of the Blair Education Bill, said: I hail this great measure as the most progressive and powerful movement for reconciliation, peace and harmony, that has ever been known in the history of the government. What is a cold in the head? Medical au thorities say it is due to atmospheric germs, uneven clothing of the body, rapid cooling when in perspiration, &c. The important point is, that a cold in the head is a genuine rhinitis, an inflammation of the lining membrance of the nose, which, when unchecked, is certain to pro duce a catarrhal condition—for catarrh is es sentially a “cold” which nature is no longer able to "resolve” or throw off. Ely’s Cream Balm has proved ita superiority, and sufferers from cold in the head should resort to it before that common ailment becomes seated and ends in obstinate catarrh. This is a great country. We read this week that Florida is sending oranges and fresh cu cumbers to market; that in Dakota the snow is six feet deep, and immense herls of cattle are being destroyed by blizzards; that in Cali fornia grapes are now being gathered; that in Maine preparations are being made to harvest the ice crop. We krow of a gentleman who keeps in perpetual summer in the United States by moving his quarters monthly from the Gulf of Mexicy to the base of the White Mountains and return each year.—Cincinnati Artisan. Why they speak of a sleeping-car as a “sleeper.”—A sleeper is one who sleeps. A sleeper is that in which the sleeper sleeps. A sleeper is that on which the sleeper which car ries the sleeper while he sleeps runs. There fore, while the sleeper sleeps in the sleeper the sleeper carries the sleeper over the sleeper, un der the sleeper until the sleeper which carries the sleeper jumps off the sleeper and wakes the sleeper in the sleeper, by striking the sleeper under the sleeper, and there is no lon ger any sleeper sleeping in the sleeper on the sleeper. * He ran somewhat hastily into a cigar store and said pompously: “Give me one of your best Matilda cigars.” “I guess you mean Manilla,” said the assist ant. “Oh, yes,” he answered, “I was thinking of another girl.” A New York six-year-old while busily en gaged in interviewing a hair he bad pulled from his head, was questioned as to what he was looking for. He replied that his Sunday- school teacher had read in the lesson that the hairs of the head were all numbered, and he was looking for the number.—The Earth. Question for beginners in arithmetic—“How can five persons divide five eggs so that each man will receive one, and still one remain in the dish?” The poet who wrote “Man wants but little here below” lived many years ago. Man, in these days, wants all he can get. It is only married men who want bat little ar beiow. OPiOfl AND $1.00 PER BOTTLE H/rnDDUTUP For circulars and Information, J?fner Opjum Cure Co., (584-6m) 1 F. O. Box 105, Atlanta, Ga. Patent Medicine Interest for Sale. For sale, a tturtj vsars escaonsHed, cliorougiily advertised and popular line of proprietary medi cines. Present proprietor nas realized a fortune and on account of advanced age wisbes to retire from tbe care incident to large a business. One firm sells from 825,000 to 8’3,0OO worth of these rem edies annually, others In proportion. TtD Is a first class opportunity for tbe safe and profltanle Invest ment of capital. For particulars, address T. B. HANBUBY, 586-tf P. O. Box 98, Atlanta, Ga. O PIUM, CHLORAL AND WHISKEY HABITS successfully treated withont pain or detention from daily business. NO BKSTBIOTIONS ON DIET. All communications strictly confidential. BY A 8. WOOLLEY, M. D„ SELMA. ALA. O PIUM AND WHISKEY HABITS CUBED AT ; _ home without pan. Book of particulars sent free. B. M. WOOLLEY, M. D. Atlanta, Ga. Offii Mention this paper. ,ce65ti Whitehall St. 0 PIUM AND MORPHINE HABIT CURED IN —TWYJjTK da/s.— No core, no pay. No failures. Patients treated on- 7 at our Infirmary—a branch house of Dr. Browne, or further information address 90 South Broad dtv^^Atlanta, &a» Same thi* paper.
