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VOL. XIX.—NO. 889. ATLANTA, GA., FEBRUARY 11, 1893. PRICK: $2 00 A YEAR.
THE REFORMER.
Alas for him, for all whose minds are free!
Alas for the unfettered few who see
Ueyoml the bounded realm where usage reigns
And servile sons still wear their father’s chains
Tne brave reformer, wedded to his cause.
But iarel» hears the trumpet of applause.
Reviled by rich and poor; misunderstood.
He lives unhonored—yet his work is good;
While cowards iu their covert safely hide,
He ventures forth to traverse fields untried.
Toils on, unmindful of abuse or scorn,
And builds a better world for men unborn.
For principle he forfeits transient praise,
For lasting glory lives inglorious days.
We never take his gosx>el for our creed
Until his noble heart has ceased to bleed.
—John T. Broderick.
Would lie 11 o Her aT Kindt: eg a?
Among' the richest men living
Senator Jones, of
Navada, whose im
mense wealth
makes him a par
ticular target for
the impecunious.
He has recently
been orating in
Brussels over the
silver question, and
the way in which
he repelled one of
the applicants on
his generosity is
related somewhat
like this: Across
the hotel table from
the Senator sat a
sad-eyed French
lady, who had once
been in good cir
cumstances, but
upon whom adver
sity had lrowned
of late.
‘‘Monsieur,” said
this sad-eyed lady,
“you Americans
are so chivalrous,
so ready to assist
those in distress.”
“Yes,” said the
Senator, hesitating.
He had heard that
before from sad
eyed people and he
thought he divined
what was coming.
“Would you,mon
sieur, with your
true American
chivalry, do me a
favor and a great
kindness?”
“Yes, madame,
what is—that is—it
depends somewhat
yj
“Think well,mon
sieur, before you
promise, for it is a
great kindness.”
The tones of the
same old song the
Senator had heard
many times before
from parties who
wanted a $10 loan.
“I am afraid,
madame, that 1
shall have to—but
what is it you.
wish?’, .
“Only that you would be kind enough
monsieur, to pass me the mustard.
You have everything on your side of
the table.”—Modern Society.
born just to the west of Honololu, but | time I played with her in ‘The White I
bear in mind that the day travels
westward, therefore this new-born
day does not visit Honololu until it
has made the circuit of the globe.
Honololu and New Zealand are
only about thirty degrees apart
in longitude, but they are a
whole day apart as regards any par
ticular day, because the point at which
the day changes lies between them.
Sunday born on the ISth meridian is a
long way off from Honololu. It is
morning there, too, hut it is Saturday
morning, while in New Zealand it is
not yet day, but the Sunday dawn is
breaking. It is clear, then, that if it is
Lie,’ she wanted a good deal of real
ism in it, and, to tell the truth, I was
a little timid about making the ad
vance the part called for. She saw at
once my difficulty and graciously came
to the rescue.
“‘Now Mr. Glendinning,’ she said,
‘I want you to feel as unconstrained
toward me as you do toward your
wife. You are to show me just as
must affectionate attention. Don’t
hesitate in the least to smooth my
hair or caress me.’
“[This,” adds Mr. Glendinning, “at
once put me at my ease and'I kissed
her face and her hair and her fingers,
LOST
OR
THE MYSTERY OF THE BLACK MINE.
BY MRS. MARY E. BRYAN.
CHARTER XX.
A SQUALL. THE OWNER OF THE CURLEW.
Nell looked up at the hazy sky.
“But I am afraid there will still be a
storm,” she said.
“Gammon !” cried her elegant liege
lord. ‘Oh! I see through you; you
want to stay here and talk to these fel-
“Oh! that’s a yacht. She belongs to
some swell or other. Y ou couldn’t get
her for love or money. No, our own
boat’s plenty good. It’s them good-
for-nothing niggers that don’t want
to leave here until tomorrow. I’ll
show them the keg of whisky; that'll
fetch ’em. It’ll be like shaking a
bundle of fodder
THROUGH THE ICE.’
Dtflwliifi! the Line on Wnj’*
e Maritime powers of the world
agreed to make London the time-
re'and the 180th degree of longi-
froin London (or Greenwich) as
point where the day changes,
meridian, therefore, leads the
Its passage under the ISOth, or
light, celestial meridian marks
leginning of a new daj for the
i- here today becomes ^tomorrow,
lave a new date lor the month,
a new day for the week m the
here, then, that Sur.day| wa
Friday (near midnight) at Honolou
to the east of the line, [and Sunday
(near 1 a.m.) to the west of it, a ship
which sails from Honololu to New
Zealand, or [from east to west, must
sail out on Friday into Sunday and
thereby skip The intervening Satur
day, and gains a day; and vice versa,
a ship which sails from New Zealand,
where Sunday has begun, to Hono-
and when my kisses were not definite
enough she told me so and I modified
them,”
This is what every[[true artist does.
There is absolutely no more feeling in
the matter than there is offering the
leading lady a chair or returning her
fan.
A Pennsylvania railroad conductor
has classified the commutars who come
Matter-Of-Fact stage Kinei.
lolu. where Friday has just ended and
Saturday begun, or, from west to east
must lose a day.—Goldthwaite’s Geo- the city on the morning trains
graphical Magazine. Those who take the train between 6
and 7 are “workers”; those 1 h^t ween •
| and 8 are “clerkers”; those between 8
Mr. J. Glendinning played leading an d 9 are “shirkers”, while those be-
parts with Mrs. Kendal in this coun- j ( ween 9 and 10 are “smirkers.” By
o7her d a!ld d he m r a d7vo n tSonto hl arf '° I “smirkers 1 ' he means people of leisure
he says, “the first as well as “mashers.
“I remember,’
lows you are so stuck on. Y'ou shant
do it. I’ll get you to Lost Island be
fore this day is over—see if I don’t*
I’m sick of the sight of them meddling
dudes.”
“Oh! Albert they will hear you,”
whispered Nell, ready to die with
shame.
He was talking almost at the top of
his voice,and Thorne and Hartley were
standing in hearing distance of his
loud tones. Hartley smiled contempt-
iously; his companion’s face was im
pressive as marble.
“I don’t care if he did hear. I 11 let
him know I ain’t going to stand no
nonsense. Come lets get aboard.”
“Isn’t there any other boat you can
get. There is one. She looks so
strong and so light. She’s a beauty.’
before a stubborn
mule.”
Nell’s heart mis
gave her. She had
no confidence in
Alnert’s judgment.
A moment later,
she watched him
anxiously. He was
talkingexcitedly to
three negro men,
whose black bodies
were bare to the
waist. They seemed
unable to agree
among each other.
The tallest negro
to v\ liich the others
seemed to defer,
shook his head
doubtfully. Albert
stamped his foot
with angry impati
ence.
“1 will go,” he
cried. “And you
shall lake me in the
boa t—c u rse you;
So come along.”
The negroes hes
itated, Albert grew
purple with rage.
“He will have an
other of those fits,”
thought X’ell in
dismay. But at
this juncture, she
saw another person
approach the
group. It was the
sailor she had seen
talking to Cyril.
He came up to Al
bert and bowed
respectfully. Then
he said something,
which seemed to
suddenly change
the young',' ‘man’s
mood. He uttered
an exclamation of
surprise and pleas
ure. You’re a
trump,” he said.
He came back to
Nell with a broad
smile on his face.
“Good luck!” he
s aid. “That's me
skipper of the
yacht. He . says
he’ll take us to'Lost
Island iree o
charge. Think of that! ne saw I was
a gentleman, and he wants to get in
with me.”
“But the owner of the boat?” said
Nell.
“Oh! he’s not here. I told you he
was some city swell.”
“What did he say about the storm?”
“He said there was going to be a
blow; and he wanted me to wait un
til tomorrow, but I said no. I was de
termined to show them niggers I’d
have my way. I’ll fix ’em when they
get back to the Island. I’ll go now
and make them put their trunks
aboard the yacht.”
Nell gathered her small belongings
together; thep her eyes wandered
wistfully around. Where were her
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