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>UTH, ATLANTA. GA„ SATURDAY MOR
13,1887.
TO OXJB SOCIET7 READERS.
Communications containing accounts of am-
ateur concerts, theatrical entertainments, so
cial and literary club meetings and society
gatherings and festivities, are solicited for this
Department, and will be promptly published.
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Romantic Courtship and Marriage
Last February, early in the month, a para
graph conveying the following facts to the
world, fell under the eye of a prosperous young
business man in a city on the banks of the
Ohio.
Something more than a year previously, a
firm lareely engaged in the manufacture and
sal<* <•' nr'Woery and fancy goods, dissolved;
and the outgoing junior membei, establishing
a competing store, succeeded in inducing some
of the girl-employees to engage with him.
Four months later, business getting dull, the
proprietor discharged some of the gir’.s—among
them two sisters. Claiming that they had
been engaged by the year, suit was entered for
the amount due for the unexpired time; their
cause was championed by the Knights of La
bor; and the jury gave a verdict in favor of the
sisters.
Attracted by the nerve and resoluteness dis
played, our thrifty, yet susceptible young mer
chant wrote a complimentary letter to one of the
young ladies, the response to which excited in
him a desire for a continued correspondence
and better acquaintanceship. As might nat
urally be supposed this led the way to a ten
derer sentiment, culminating in the avowal on
his part of heart-felt affection and undying de
votion, and a proposal for a more endearing
and enduring relationship. Fortunately the
estimable young lady was “like-minded”—it
was truly a case of
“Two souls with but a single thought,
Two hearts that beat as one,”
whose happy union was consummated in this
city at tbe Third (Central) Baptist Church,
when Miss Lena Muller, of Atlanta, and Mr.
T. T. Seals, of Bellaire, Ohio, were married,
Rev. Dr. D. Stratton officiating.
Conyers, Ga., Notes.
Mr. Joe A. McCord, Mr. Joe Almand and
Mr. Brookin Broadnax, of Carrollton, Ga., are
visiting friends and relatives in the city.
Miss Cora Lee Jones, an accomplished young
lady, and one of Conyers, belles, is visiting
Miss Belle Stansell, of Walnut Grove.
My. and Mrs. S. J. Cowan are spending a
few weeks at Salt Springs.
Miss Julia Stewart, the beautiful daughter
of Mr. J. A. B. Stewart, has returned from a
visit to McDonough, much to the gratification
-of her numerous friends and admirers.
Miss Lizzie Peek, the accomplished daugh
ter of Senator W. L. Peek, has returned from
a visit to Athens and Tallulah Falls.
Colonel and Mrs. J. C. Barton are at Salt
Springs for several weeks.
Mr. and Mrs. T. D. O’Kelley gave a lawn
party a few nights since to Messrs Henry and
-Jap Smith. The lawn was brightly lit up by
Chinese lanterns. The party was presided
over by Messrs. Jap Smith and Will Roberts.
Ice cream and other refreshments were served.
The young ladies and gentlemen enjoyed the
occasion finely. G. Q.
#*#
Nashville, Ark., Notes.
Misses Kssie Neal and Leila Williams, of
Mineral Springs, have returned home after
spending some days in Nashville with relatives
and friends.
Miss Jennie Black treated the young people
to a delightful social party at her home, on yes
terday evening. All present enjoyed them
selves hugely.
Miss Ada McLean, a handsome and popular
young lady from Washington, has been visit
ing in our little city some days, but will return
home shortly.
Mr. and Mrs. F. F. Shepherd entertained
the voung folks at their hospitable residence,
on Friday evening last, complimentary to Miss
Lena Hicks, who is visiting their daughter,
Mias Maggie.
Miss Effie Anderson, a bright and handsome
S onng lady of Hope, left yesterday for her
ome, after spending several days pleasantly
in our little city.
Messrs. James Dupree and Joseph Brooks,
two of our prominent young men, will leave in
a week or two for Paris, Texas, which place
will be their future home. They will be
greatly missed by their numerous friends.
Misses Mamie Smith and Annie Parker are
spending the summer at the celebrated White
Sulphur Springs, at Searcy. They will be ab
sent several weeks yet. We miss them very
much in the social circle.
Mr. Ed. B. Kinswortby, a worthy and prom
ising young man, of Mineral Springs, was in
the city Saturday. He is a recent graduate of
the Lebanon, Tenn., law school, and was on
his way to Arkadelphia, where he will locate
for the practice of his profession. His many
friends here wish him unbounded success.
Aug. 2d, 1887.
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On July 20th, the Troyville, Louisiana, Dra
matic Club gave, to a select audience, a most
creditable performance for the purpose of rais
ing funds to erect a church at that place.
Much credit is due to the citizens of both
Trinity and Troyville for their successful en
deavor to begin this noble work. They real
ized about -$80. After the performance there
was a grand ball at the Baker House. Music
was furnished by the Mexican band from Nat
chez.
The jewels worn by the leaders of the Amer
ican colony in London this season, a corres
pondent of the American, Register (Paris)
writes, are tbe talk of society. At a recent
“function,” the well-known ladies apparently
vied with each other in their dazzling display.
Each posed under a chandelier just where the
light fell with brilliant effect upon the revieres
of diamonds and stars, crosses, crescents and
studs of sapphires, emeralds and all the gems
of the Orient. It was a veritable jewel com
petition and fairly bewildered some of the
more modestly adorned natives.
THE LAM OF BUMS.
A Tourist’s Account of a Trip
from Dumfries to Ayr.
Change of Accent—A Land Where
Everything is Kept in Order—
Robert Bums' Cottage—The
Big Belie Boom.
The accent began slowly to change as we
swept north. By the„ time we were bandied
out of our beautiful red velvet coupe at Car
lisle it had hardened very perceptibly. When
we had landed in Liverpool the effect of hear
ing the English accent everywhere, was pecu
liar. Coming fresh from the land where it is a
matter of derision for the small wits, and even
the native English who employ it are suspected
of affectation, a whole nation seemed to be
struck with an attack of Anglomania. But it
-was more curious still to hear the soft English
give way before the rude gales of the north,
and change most perceptibly hour by hour, till
at last, at Dumfries, it was thick enough to
tell us that we were in Scotland.
We were in the land of Burns—for at Dum
fries his monuments begin—and the mere
mention of his name sets tbe Scotch tongues
a-wagging. Burns died at Dumfries, and
there is a beautiful monument to his memory
in the yard of St. Michael’s. But though
Dumfries claimed him at his death, Ayr
claimed him at his birth, and Ayr is forty
miles away—a very considerable distance in
Scotland. So long a journey involved another
change of train, for though Ayr is known the
world over in letters, from a railroad point of
view it is an obscure place. So we were
whirled to the market town of Kilmarnock, to
catch the little branch railway. Our beautiful
red velvet coupe had degenerated to gray cor
duroy at Carlisle, and at Kilmarnock we had
another drop ti blue felt.
There is scarcely a man from Dumfries to
Ayr who cannot recite you almost every poem
that Bums ever wrote, and the tiniest lad or
lass will point out to you the braes of Ballo-
chmyle, tbe castle of Montgomery, or the
banks o’ Doon, and tell you which one of
Bobbie Bums’ many sweethearts lived there.
Everything seems to be in order in Scotland,
especially in the west countree. We went
through miles of swelling land where the fields
were newly plowed, and every furrow was as
straight as an arrow. The hedges were as trim
as in England. There was not a blade of cul
tivated grass awry, and the humble, simple
little cottages, plain to the last degree, all alike
and without one single attempt at architectural
ornament, were each and all as clean, well
kept and fresh as a good housewife’s dresser.
Even the moors at the edge of.the horizon, not
yet purple with the August heat, looked trim
and swept, and anything but wild.
The train pulled up with a little snort
about 3 in the afternoon, and we found our
selves at Ayr. Another change of accent
The man of Ayr speaks as differently from the
man of Dumfriesshire as Dumfriesshire is dif
ferent from the man of Carlisle.
One does not wonder so much that Bobby
Bums became a poet when one gets into his
pretty, fresh, green little country. It is the
most inspiring little land in the world, with its
tricky skies, its blue moors, its moist green
ness, and its world of traditions. One looks
at the hardy peasants toiling in the fields, and
it all seems very poetical indeed. One can
easily pick a “Highland Mary” or a “bonny
Jean” from among those large limbed peasant
women at a distance, since distance ’tis that
lends enchantment to the view.
But the wonder of it all, the marvel of this
pleasant poet’s soul only comes home to you
as you bend your head to enter the door of his
lowly dwelling, his cottage hut—no name could
be too simple for its simplicity. As yon pass
through the inevitable turnstile you find that it
has but the two rooms of every Scotch peasant’s
home, “but the hooee” and “ben the hoose.”
“Ben the hoose” is what the old time Yankees
used to call the keepin’ room. “But the
hoose” is where all the living seems to be done.
For the mother’s short bed with its cotton cur
tains stands in one comer, the tall, old eight-
day clock stands silent at its foot; as if, having
ticked at the death and birth of Bobby Burns,
it had done its life work and stopped. For
these old Scotch clocks never wear out There
was a well filled dresser in another comer, and
from the crane in the great open fireplace some
black pots still hung. There were some old
tables and chairs which Bobbie bad mutilated
with his own unconscious poet’s hand, and the
sinking stone floor was the same over which
his baby feet toddled long before any one could
know of his divine gift
The big relic room is filled with mementos of
Burns, many of them so slight that only the
most loving hand would have collected them,
for what mementos could there be in tbe short
and simple annals of a peasant’s life? Being a
poet, his manuscripts are his chief relics, and
many of them are under glass. There are
quantities of poems to Bums, many of them—
the best of them, indeed—by American poets.
Strangely enough, the poem by Fitz Greene
Halleck—one of the best Bums poems ever
written, though it seems to be an unfamiliar
one—is not in the collection. The chairs oc
cupied by Tam O’Sbanter and Souter Johnny
upon -that melancholy occasion when they
“boozed at the nappy,” occupy a raised dais at
the end of tbe room, and no one less immortal
than this worthy twain has ever been allowed
to occupied them since these gentlemen passed
into verse.
The cottage keeper, a shrewd, rosy Scotch
man, with as merry an eye as ever twinkled,
finding us an enthusiastic group, read “Tam
O’Shanter” to us from the original manuscript.
How deliciously it sounded, rolling freshly
from the lips of a native Scotchman there upon
its very own ground and with the very own
handwriting of the poet before our eyes, with
Alloway and the banks o’ Doon jnst out the
window, and all the pretty country that he en
chanted rising up around us. He had a turn
for humor, our Scotch reader, and when he
came to those passages which in these days
would be called Swinburneian, but in those
days were only Baraian, he rolled his merry
eyes drolly, to see if, being but stupid Ameri
cans, we took the point.—“Betsy B.” in The
Argonaut.
Grains of Gold.
He is well who is well satisfied.
It is easier to give advice than to take it.
It is much easier to be critical than to be
correct.
Practice kindness, even if it be but a little
each day.
The good paymaster is lord of another man’s
purse.
He is a good man indeed who does all the
good he talks of.
Every day is a little life, and our whole life
is but a day repeated.
It is the struggle and not the attainment that
measures character.
It is not what you have in your chest, but
what you have in your heart, that makes you
rich.
The chief business of a wise man is to dis
tinguish what is good and shun what is other-
wi. e.
It is not easy to become good all at once,
but we can very easily become a little better
than we are.
Nothing will make us so charitable and ten
der of tbe faults of others as thoroughly know
ing our own.
That cunning may succeed for the time being
is perhaps true; that it will fail in the end is
equally true.
If clear views are necessary to discover right
paths, heartfelt desires can alone give energy
to walk in them.
Little by little fortunes are accumulated;
little by little knowledge is gained, little by
little character is achieved.
Wealth is an enemy to self-reliance. As
soon as a man is able to own a canoe he wants
some one to paddle it for him.
Time is lent to us to be laid out in God’s
service, to His honor; and we cannot be too
diligent in it, if we consider that time is pro
cious, short, passing, uncertain.
The total production of coffee in the world is
about 650,000 tons, of which Brazil alone pro
duces about 380,000 tons.
The Central railway authorities voluntarily
tendered a rate of one cent a mile to all points
within one hundred miles, and three dollars
at all points beyond, to the state fair.
Mr. J. R. Overman, near Goldsboro, hss
made as much as $300 on one acre planted in
watermelons.
First Actor—Have you heard of the dread
ful accident that happened to Mr. Blank last
just men. nl |econd Actor—No; what is it?
of the safe- ‘My wife eloped with him, poor devil.
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Audacious American Enterprise.
On the front of the great cathedral of Pue
bla, Mexico, according to a St. Louis Globe-
Democrat correspondent, the visitor reads with
amazement the poster advertising the merits
of an American sewing machine. How it got
there and under what influence it is allowed to
remain no one can tell, but there it is beside
the main entrance with the last pastoral letter
from the Archbishop, and the usual collection
of information about feast days and indulgen
ces. After viewing such an evidence of enter
prise, one is not surprised to learn that many
of the heavily gilded carvings in the Puebla
churches have been taken down and the metal
melted from them and turned into gold, the
yield from this process certifying to the excel
lence and genuineness of this gilding done two
centuries ago.
NOGTE^ HEAORABILES.
“BY B. B.”
Dramatis Persona.
The Doctoe—a bachelor, age 60.
The Judge—a bachelor, age 46.
The Professor—a bachelor,(suspect) age 30.
The Madam—a widow, (landlady) age un
certain.
The Imf—landlady’s hopeful, age irrelevant.
Time—Night
Sceice—Bachelor’s Apartments in a Down-
street Boarding House.
[Copyrighted by Author. AU rights reserved.]
The Professor: Why, Judge, by all the
stories that have ever been written, in the very
“eternal fitness of things,” you ought to have
married that young lady, and have been now
the happy father of a family, instead of the
crusty, hard-hearted old bachelor that you are.
You must have been blind indeed not to have
recognized h as the beckoning of your better
Destiny, or if you saw it you must have been
mad to have disobeyed so plain and so inviting
a call. Why did you wet marry her? Come;
finish the story.
The Jcdge, (hastilypicking up abook): Tut,
tutl Will. There’s no further story about it.
She died a few months afterward.
The Prof., (apologetically): 01
The Doctor: Now if you’ll be so good as
to be silent, I’ll read a few of the opening lines
of Crabbe’s “Library.” (Reads).
“When the sad soul by care and grief oppressed,
Looks round the world, and looks in vain for rest;
When every object that appears in view,
Partakes her gloom and seems dejected, too,
Where shall affliction from itself retire?
Where face away, and placidly expire?
Alas! we fly tosllent scenes in vain;
Care blasts the honors of the flowery plain;
Care veils in clouds the sun’s meridian beam,
Sighs through the grove, and murmurs in the
stream;
For when the soul is laboring In despair,
In vain the body breathes a purer air.
No storm-tost sailor sighs for slumbering seat—
He dreads tbe tempest, but invokes the breeze;
On the smooth mirror of the deep resides
Reflected woe, and o’er unreffled tides
Ibe ghost of every former danger glides.
Thus, in the calms of life, we only see
A steady image of our misery;
But lively gales and gently clouded skies
Disperse the sad reflections as they rise;
And busy thoughts and little cares avail
To ease tbe mind, when rest and reason fail.
When tbe doll thoughts by no designs employed,
Dwells on the past or suffered or erJoyed,
We bleed anew in every former grief
And Joys departed furnish no relief.
“Not Hope herself, with all her flattering art,
Can cure this stubborn sickness of the heart;
Tbe soul disdains each comfort she prepares,
And anxious searches for congenial cares;
Those lenient cares wbich, with our own combined.
By mixed sensations ease the afflicted mind,
And steal away our grief and leave their own be
hind,
A lighter grief I which feeling hearts endure
Without regret, nor e’en demand a cure.
“But what strange art, what magic can dispose
Tbe troubled mind to change its native woes?
Or lead us willing from ourselves, to see
Others more wretched, more undone than we?
This, Books can do—nor this alone; they give
New views to life, and teach us how to live;
They soothe the grieved, the stubborn they chas
tise.
Fools they admonish and confirm the wise;
Their aid they yield to all; they never shun
The man of sorrow, nor the wretch undone;
Unlike tbe hard, the selfish and tbe proud.
They fly not sullen from the suppliant crowd;
Nor tell to various people various things,
But show to sut Jects what they show to kings.”
(Closes the book.)
I won’t read any farther. Some of the no
blest sentiments I ever read are found in this
poem. It’s poetry, sir. There is fancy, feel
ing, philosophy, thought, love and music in it,
and if these do not constitute poetry, I don’t
know it when I see it A page of it is worth
whole volumes of modem nonsensical jingle.
What are you doing, Judge?
The Judge: Trying to make out what this
is (holding up a paper). Some more of your
friends work, I suppose, Will. Read it to us
if it is worth the reading—not to mention the
listening to.
The Prof., (taking the MS.): Certainly. I
intended to do so from the first, but in all
probability would have forgotten it altogether
if you had not called my attention to it. I
mean to present it to you by way of apology,
for the step I am going to take against all your
advice and pursuasion, but in accordance with
my own better judgement—yes, better for this
one time, my old friends—and the prompting
of my own heart. Isn’t it Solomon that says,
“The heart knoweth its own bitterness?”
Well, it knoweth its own happiness, too; or
else mine has played me bat a mean trick. He
who does not follow the promptings of his bet
ter Batnre is a traitor to himself, however,
faithful and true he may be to others and other
things.
This step breaks up for ajl time our little
club, and takes me out of your circle—bat I
hope and trust, not out of your memory and
your love. The memery of these evenings and
of you shall cling to me fondly and go with me
long. (Reads.)
THE ORICIN OF WOMAN.
A HE DREW LEGEND, NOT FOUND IN THE TALMUD.
Evening was come to tbe sixth and last great day ot
Creation;
Heaven was vocal with Joy. for the word had gone
forth: ‘ It toflnlshed! ?>
High on his golden throne, and crowned with a ra
diance ot glory,
Smiling well-pleased tor He saw that his works
won good, sat Jehovah;
Beaming with looks of love sat the Bon in his beauty
beaMehlm.
II.
Cherubim stood round tbe throne; and all the hosts
of Heaven,
Berapklm, angels and arch-angels united tbelr voices
together .
Singing a new song of praise to the music of harps
unnumbered:
“Great and mighty art thou, O Lord God, Creator I
Wonderful are all thy ways, and thy works they are
good altogether!
Who is like unto thee? for thy majeaty filleth tbe
Who is like onto thee? thou spakest and lot it Is
floished!
Glory! AUetntabl Amen! The Lord Omnipotent
relgneth!”
hi.
Shouted the sons of God for joy, and the stars sang
With tfrfuw,
Down through the Untverae aisles rolled rivers of
music celestial. _
■llllens of golden censers filled with unnamable
odors
Swing in the air ethereal, breathing celestial per-
tamo.
Floated a fragrant cloud and settled a halo of glory
Over the brow o( the Son. The Father smiled loving
approval;
Heaven catcnes the smile and glows with a new
brightness in it.
Hashed are the voices, and straightway enters the
arch-angel Gabriel,
Bgws before the throne, and thus to him Jehovah.
Touching him with his sceptre In earnest of nls pe
tition:
“Speak thy petition, Gabriel; and tear not to ask ol
me largely.
Open thy heart oat wide; It Is my good pleasure to
All It.
Brin vest thou aught to tell of my new-made world?
Thou contest
Straight np from it, I know. Is it not all fair and
lovely?”
v.
Bowing yet lower, to him the arch-angel thus made
“Fair indeed are the works ot tby hands, O Lord
and lovely;
Equal and good are thy ways. Bnt the Man that
i hon hast created
Dwelled! alone and Is sad. He bath on the earth
no companion.
Him thon bast given to me as a charge most prec
ious,—I love him.
Would it bat please tuee to have compassion upon
him and give him
Some one to walk by bis side, for be goeth alone and
is lonely l”
Answered tbe Father thus: “Tby words displease
me not, GabrleL
Him whom I gave onto thee, thou doest well to love
Mm,
Back to thy charge return, and came to paaa before
him
All Into which I have breathed the breath ol life;
let him give them . ,
Names that seem good onto him, and choose a com-
pan inn from them.
Go, my Gabriel, go; and bear Him my blessing with
Bose np tbe .miiing arch-angel, in Joyful obedience
departing.
VII.
Soon had the angel returned, bis brow over clouded
with sorrow.
Knelt at tbe foot of die throne in alienee. The an-
■■gpeedu7 < art*thou returned Gabriel,” thus unto
Mm Jehovah.
“Well have I named thee The Faithful among all
that wait upon me.
Say cat thoa not again my works that they are all
SpeakT^tboa hast something to say—belike a furth
er petition
Touching thy charge. Is It so? Bnt why is thy
countenance clouded?”
Trembling, t lm thearet-mgel thus made faltering
“Beautiful, Lord, indeed, and ever-more fair and
lovely,
Bighteous and good are thy works that show forth
thy wonderlu! mercy. . ,
ia, I have done as thon bad’st; but alas! the man,
Found In none of tbe creatures thonmad’at tor bis
use and his service
One that his heart went oat to as meet to become
his companion,
Lonely he waiketh apart. Behold he is sad; he
GabrMemMd. When they heard it there was si
lence and sorrow In Heaven I
fCONTINUED NEXT WEEK.]
“Jerusalem, the Golden.”
Leaves from Ky Childhood.
Editoh Sunny South: The snn had declined
to the western bills, and in the east the round
fall face moon was casting golden, mellow
beams up the soft summer sky, and with ten
der touches kissing the waving tresses of the
shining stars. The day was done. A sweet
calm was upon the earth that had so lately
throbbed with thrilling poise, to tbe surging
waves of awakened nature.
In the diatance the lights of the village
gleamed fitfully, like huge fireflies, and the
church bells np in the steeples rang oat a sweet
refrain o’er the qniet scene.
Filled with sweet thoughts of the holy night,
I stood with an aged companion beneath the
wide spreading trees.
“Ah! daughter, hut this is heavenly, is it
not?” said the sweet low voice of the white
haired old man who stood beside me. “When
we gaze conscionsly on loved scenes for the
last time, they will live within us forever!”
“Yes, the picture is perfect,” I answered,
“every knee should bow before the mighty
Artist. But why do you speak co sadly, do you
think of leaving these fair scenes?”
“Ah! yes. I leave these fair scenes, and my
loved children tomorrow. My birthplace is in
the far east, beyond rolling seas and sloping
hills, and thither I return to die. The God of
my fathers has been good to me, and given me
long life, hot alas! alas! the wandering tribes
of Israel are shorn of all their glory, and sad
and soul-weary I go to seek the fair Jerusalem,
to rest beneath the sod that witnessed the
ancient glory of my people. The old Jew’s
heart turns from the busy marts of man and
his longing spirit cries with one of the gentile
poets,
“Jerusalem, the golden!
I weary for one gleam
Of all thy glory folden
In distance and in dream;
My thoughts, like palms in exile,
Climb up to look and pray
For a glimpse of thy dear country,
That lies so far away.”
His voice trembled in sweet cadences through
the poet’s strain, and he brushed a tear from
his pale cheek, as his fair grandchild came
dancing toward us in the clear moonlight.
Poor old man! Poor soul weary Israelite!
Sadly I bowed my head to receive his bless
ing as he bade me farewell! And to-night
as I write his simple story, I wonder if
he reposes in the moonlight on the hills
of the far east, with perchance some
faith in Him who came in that same fair clime
to suffer in the flesh and the spirit for the sal
vation of all mankind; or, perchance, the old
Israelite has died in the far east, beyond roll
ing seas and sloping hills, and he has looked
upon the holy city, the New Jerusalem, the
city of pure gold.
*••••*
It was a bleak November day. I could see
from the window the sharp north wind whirl
ing the crisp brown leaves in flirts and flut
ters from the line of stately trees that stood in
their aDcient pride between the great meadow
lot and the rambling orchard.
All was comfort in doors. Tbe cat lay
stretched out on the rug before the fire of oak
logs that snapped and sparkled in the wide
hearth. Sister was daintily busy with some
rare lace making, and mother, unfortunately
for my pleasure, was engaged in reading the
book that I had wanted to read, and having
exhausted my patience and resources, I darted
from the sitting room with its intolerable si
lence and orderly comfort, and running down
tbe high flight of steps into the yard, went at a
wild run through the orchard, the wind al
most bearing me along. A covy ol partridges,
frightened at my unexpected charge, went
whirring away toward the meadow lot; and,
tossing my wind-blown hair from my face,
with a gay, startled laugh, I sped after them.
“Oh, Net, come and have a ride,” I heard
brother Joe say, and peering into the wood I
saw him, and the faithful sharer of all his ex
ploits, John Bell, s negro boy, standing beside
a tree, the trunk of which they had nearly cut
through.
“Come, it is such fun,” Joe continued, “you
are just in time. The tree is just right. Climb
up into the branches, and we will make believe
von are some rare game that we have to cut
the tree down to get.”
“What kind of game would I be, Joe? A
goose?"
“Oh, well,” he said laughing in boyish con
tempt, “you used to be all right, but yon have
gotten just like other girls, you are afraid.”
“No, no, I am not afraid, but yon try it
first, and then I will see exactly the way, and
will try it after.”
“AU right!” and he scrambled nimbly up
among the branches. “Cut away, John Bell,”
and the negro, grinning with delight, began
cutting with enthusiasm.
The tree creaked, cracked and swayed in the
wild gnats of wind that for a moment twisted
and tore it, as it tottered and fell to the ground.
My heart stood still, bnt for fear of being
condemned as being like other girls, I stifled
the cry that rose to my lips, and held my eyes
close shnt.
Presently I heard a groan, and, starting for
ward, saw poor Joe, very white and limp, with
one arm crushed and pinned fast under the
tree.
“Net, my arm is crashed and broken, but
don’t cry, and never tell,” and his own lips
trembled with the effort he made to repress
his sobs.
“Oh, of coarse, I’ll not tell,” I answered
huskily.
John Bell prized np the tree which was not
very large, and Joe came from among the
branches, his hand folded hack against his
elbow, and the points of the broken bones
sticking through the flesh at the wrist.
Mother screamed when we marched into the
sitting-room, and the whole place was thrown
into consternation.
The family physician was sent for, and Joe
lay on the sofa very white and grim looking.
Mother and sister went away, and I was steal
ing after them, when Joe said:
“Won’t you stay and see me through, Net?”
“Oh, yes,” I answered, but I felt my heart
shrink and quake in my bosom. I would have
gone to the stake, however, before I would
have had Joe, my hero and champion, think
me timid and faint hearted.
It was some days before the arm began to
heal, and father had threatened to punish Joe
for his impatience to be up and oat, but at last
we were allowed to romp in the hall, then in
the yard, and we were happy again.
My particular enemy in this fair country
home was an old fighting gander, a genuine
veteran gray, that made war on me at every
opportunity, and when he saw ns in the yard
he came at full run toward me, screaming and
flapping his wings. For one moment I had a
desperate thought of standing my ground, but
fear got the better of me, and I ran for the
hoose. I ran ewiftiy, but looked back to see
how I was faring in the race. I saw Joe
screaming with laughter, running after my
enemy who was gaining on me at every step.
I always did hate a snn bonnet, so pulling
at the strings I tossed it from my head in my
mad flight.
What a catasthrope!
The gander stopped suddenly to pluck at the
bonnet, and Joe, stumbling nncx pcctedly on
both, fell pell mell, coming down with a crash
on his broken arm.
“Confound that gander!” he said wickedly,
pale with pain and anger, and, snatching np
my bonnet, he thrashed the grey veteran with
it until he sped away with drooping wing.
“Net, yon must come and do np my arm for
me. How fortunate you are not timid like
other girls. Yon most never tell father.”
We went round to a quiet nook by the high
brick wall, and I shut my eyes while Joe un
loosed the bandages, but as there was no blood,
I straightened the arm, pat on the splints and
bandages again, and then we both laughed
when he said he would pay me by giving me a
certificate ol surgical ability.
Nettie Loveless Kieeclff.
Consumption, Wasting Diseases,
And General Debility. Doctors disagree as to
the relative value of Cod Liver Oil and Hypo-
phosphites; the one supplying strength and
flesh, the other giving nerve power, and acting
as a tonic toxhe digestive and entiie system.
Bnt in Scott’s Emulsion of Cud Liver Oil with
Hypophosphites the two are combined, and the
effect is wonderful. Thousands who have de
rived no permanent benefit from other prepar
ations have been cored by this. Scott’s Emul
sion is perfectly palatable and is easily digest
ed by those who cannot tolerate plain Cod
Liver Oil.
Will the French Government Dig the
Canal?
[Boston Transcript]
That a crisis in the career of the Panama
Canal enterprise ia rapidly approaching has
been for a long time evident. Despite the
ingenuity of the French engineering corps an
economical way of catting through the Culebra
section has not been devised. To get through
it the spades and machines most be plated
with gold. Millions have been expended and
many more millions mast be pat oat on the
Cole bra. That finished, then comes the prob
lem of keeping the Chores River out of the
Canal. All these thingmiam«ni ImiMiimiiM
of money, and tbe Panama Canal Company ia
fast eating into its margin of reserve. Despite
this state of things which should by this time
be dearly known in France, to the operators
on the Paris Bourse at least, if not to the army
of French rural stockholders and the fair array
of ladies wno have invested their pin-money at
De Leaseps’s suggestion, the quotations of the
stock show bat little decline. The New York
Evening Post notes as significant of possible
developments that, while the decline in the
Bank of France on the Paris boons during the
week ending June 16 wes 40f, that in Panama
Canal shares was but 3f 75c. The Post inti
mates that there is reason to believe that the
French Government may be induced or may
feel it necessary to back np the enterprise to
prevent a collapse that would not only affect
French prestige, but thousands of French indi
vidual pockets as well. To the quiet circula
tion of this “point” on the exchange the Post
attibutes the strength ot Panama stock.
A number of things of recent occurrence give
plausibility to this explanation. For some
time it has been understood that De Lesseps
has abandoned the idea of retaining Americans
to “mould” opinion in the United States.
Again, the recent unfavorable reports of the
Uuited States naval officers on the progress of
the canal have been allowed topass, without
comment from Paris. If the Frencb Government
should avowedly cake up the work and com
plete the canal, a very grave issue will be
brought into our foreign policy. A canal,
shortening the ocean passage between our
Pacific and Atlantic coasts, owned by French
stockholders, is one thing; such a canal, owned
and controlled by the French, or any other
foreign Government, is another and very dif
ferent thing.
The Snow Plant of the Sierra Ne-
vadas.
One of the most interesting products of the
Sierra Nevada Mountains is the beautiful snow
plant. The scientific name for this flower is
Sarcoles sanguine, meaning “blooded flesh.”
June ia its month for blooming, and it can now
be found growing in secluded spots in the
mountains, where the snow falls' deepest in
the winter, and where the fall grass grows
thickly and casts an unbroken shade. The
plant itself is from four to ten inches in height,
and is of a bright scarlet color, including leaves
and flowers, although the stem is pink and
white. The flowers are attached close to tbe
stem, and the leaves curl upward and partially
hide the flowers from view, the whole being in
the form of a cone. The leaves have adeliiate,
frost-like edge, which makes them extremely
beautiful. Every visitor to this vicinity al
ways manages tu secure one of these curiosi
ties to show to friends below. How these
plants grow is not known to botanists, as they
are neither seed nor bnlb. They are supposed
to be parasitic, and cannot be propagated.
Localities where they are abundant one season
may not secure a single specimen tbe next. A
beautiful Indian legend ia connected with the
origin of this flower, which is to the effect that
once upon a time a lovely Indian maiden died
of a broken heart on account of the faithless
ness of her lover; that her spirit sought refuge
in the darkest nooks of the forest, where
sounds of her sobbing and wailing are fre
quently heard among the trees; that the tears
she sheds are drops of blood, End wherever
one of these touches the earth there springs np
a crimson plant.— Truckee Republican.
CUMBERLAND ISLAND,
The Gem of the Atlantic,
O FFERS KOBE ATTBACTIONS THAN ANY
seaside resort In tbe Sontb. To tbe business man,
whom mind and brain need rest, and to tbe Inva
lid, dyspeptic, asthmatic and nerrous sufferers there
Is no place like Cumberland wltb Its bracing salt
air, surf bathing, boating, flatting, shooting and out
door sports. We have here
THE FINEST BEACH IN THE WOULD,
350 feet in width and extending to old Dungineas 22
miles, lined with beantunl shells of every descrip
tion, and forming the handsomest drive on the Amer
ican coast. Tbe bathing In the surf here ta delicious
and Invigorating and die gently sloping beach
gw It peitectfy sate even for little ehUdren.
THE HUNTING AND FISHING
Are unsurpassed. Every variety of salt water flab
abounds here, as well as every speeiea of game from
tbe deer, blacE bear and pelican down to the riee
bird and sand pipers, and tbe visitor can find royal
sport with rod or gun every day In the year.
THE HOTEL ACCOMMODATIONS
Are now ample. In addition to the former buildings
and cottages, tbe proprietors have erected a large
and handsome two-story building with 12 to 15 large
rooms, and a douhle oolonade on all sloes, and
a «uMng hall 40x60 feet, with a seating capacity for
300 guests.
BAILBOAD AND BOAT CONNECTIONS.
Visitors can reach here via BrunswlcE«and Sava:.
nan. Close connection la made at Brnaswlck dally
with tbe smuneb and first-class steamer “City ol
Brunswick.”
Ample conveyances wifli good drivers meet the
boat dally at the landing.
Sail boats, fishing boats and racing boats always
at tne hotel wharf.
ra-Bates of board, only <2 per day or $io per week.
For further Information address
W. H. BUNKLEY. Pronrietor,
Bunkley P. O., Cumberland Island, Ga
June, 1887. tf
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dorsed by the bends of the Greet Universities
as the Strongest, Purest, and most Healthful.
Dr. Price’s the only Baking Powder that does
not contain Ammonia, Lime or A?nm. Sold
only in Cans.
PRICE BAKING POWDER CO.
HEW YORK. CHICAGO. ST. LOUIS.
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A young lady of two years experience. desires a
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Teaches the English branch'*.
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teachers wanted.
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dents of Colleroe. 29Principals! of HjkbBenrojA 15
Teaebers of Music. 8 Art Teeehen. lOTeaenera or
French and German, » Aiataunt_ln JJtaran^Do
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parrment of Hehoola and CMIrara. Govern*™
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MEW HIGH-ARM SEWING MACHffl
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See
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Jonathan H. Green, who forty years ago
was widely known as the “Reformed Gam
bler,” and who has written four books on the
evils of gambling, including a “confession,”
is still living in Philadelphia, and has just cel
ebrated his 75th birthday. He is still hearty,
and able to work steadily at his trade as
painter. _
A feverish thirst that cannot be quenched by
water may be allayed thus: Throw a slice of
bread upon burning coals, and when it is
aflame put it into a tumbler of water and drink
the liquid. This remedy has been tested and
proved excellent.
Every beautiful, pure and good though
which the heart entertains is an angel of mercy’
purifying and guarding the soul.
William K. Vanderbilt, who is still in Lon
don, has leased Beaufort Castle, Lord Lovat’s
new and picturesque seat in Inverness, for two
months at a rental of $10,000. It is said to bo
the very ideal of a sporting estate.
Our little Walter manufactures most conven
ient participles for the occasion whenever an
uncertain verb gets in bis way. This morning
he was obliged to pick np a'large number of
buttons which he had carelessly npset from their
basket, and after the task was done he jumped
up and said, cheerfully: “Papa, now I’ve got
’em all puck up!”
Payron Tucker, of Portland, Me , has offer
ed to give the granite for the pedestal of the
Longfellow statue in that city. The stone will
come from the quarry at North Conway, which
is said to furnish the moat durable granite in
New England.
On the night of the 27th while the tug Key*
ser was on her way from Tampa to Mobile.
Captain William Collins was washed over
board and lost
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We warrant this high arm machine to be as we represent or it may be returned at
our expense and the money will be refunded. Having arranged with the manufactu
rers to furnish us these machines in large quantities for cash at nearly cost, we can
save our subscribers from §30 to §50 on each machine.
It is a high-arm machine. , . ...
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Its needle is self-setting. An illustrated instruction book that makes everything so
plain that a child can use it, accompanies each machine. „ ,..
The machine is supplied with a complete outfit—1 Hemmer. 1-- Needles, 6 Bobbins,
1 Quilting Guage, 2 Screw-Drivers, Oil Can filled with oil, Cloth Gauge, Thumbscrew,
and book of directions. . ,
Tbe following extra attachments are furnished free: Huffier, Tucker, Binder, set
of wide Hemmers and Shirring Plate. It has all the latest improvements known to be
good in Sewing Machines. , ' , .. .. . . u -
We deliver Machines on board car* or boat, and the subscribers pay the freight on
receipt of same. ... , - oa
Our price to you with a year’s subscription to the feunnv South is only $2—
TO PBESBNT SUBSCRIBERS.
To any one who is now a subscriber to the “Sunny South” the machine will be sent
alone for §20. ~ZD r 7 )
13^ For 50 subscribers to the “Sunny South” for one year at 82 each, we will send
one of these machines as a present.
Our Low Arm Machine and the “Sunny South” One Year
for Only $18.
Since 2870 a total of 1252 cattle have been
slaughtered on account of pleuro- pneumonia
in that part of Ireland under the jurisdiction
of the North Dublin guardians. The sum of
982.221 02, a trifle over $25 per head, was paid
the owners in compensation.
James S. Richardson, of New Orleans, the
largest cotton planter in the world, has this
year 38,000 acres in cotton and 7,000 acres in
corn. _
A colored woman pnt $04 in a Baltimore
savings bank in 1837, and when it wai drawn
out by her descendants tbe other day it had
increased to a little over $2,300.
Deputy Sheriff Lane shot and killed Ben
Duncan, a negro, near Estaboga, for resisting
arrest and attempting to take his life.
“Mortgage” is Latin for “death-grip.”—Ex
change
Yes, a death-grip from which there is no res
urrection.
This machine is the Singer pattern and is simple, durable, handsome and com
plete. Elegant black walnut, four draws, drop leaf and all modem improvements. Any
kind of sewing from muslin to beaver cloth can be done on it
One ruffler, one tucker and a set of hemmers go with each machine, besides a com
plete outfit of necessary tools, such as hammer, screw driver, wrench, gauge, extin
check spring, package needles, six bobbins, instruction book, etc., etc.
These machines formerly sold for $85, and agents now sell them for 955; but by
special arrangements with the manufacturers ana a large Atlanta house, we can offer
them as premiums with the Sunny South at the remarkably low price mentioned.
On receipt of $18 one of these elegant machines right out of the factory, new ard
complete, will be sent to any address and also the Sunny South for one year. Tbe
freight on these machines to most points in the South will range from 50 cents to 82.
This machine is guaranteed and can be returned if not satisfactory. We can sen#
you countless testimonials from those who have purchased these machines and testef
them thoroughly.
Address “BUNNY SOUTH; or, J. H. SEALS 8s CO.
Atlanta, G/
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