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VOL. XX.—NO. 921.
ATLANTA, GA., SEPTEMBER 23, 1893.
PRICE: $2 00 A YEAR.
DE WIN ERMONG DE PINES.
I For The Sonny South.
Seem lack Ise mighty tord,
En me hort air kinter so—
Tear lack lee sorter sorry
* 'At lee Jibin’ any mo’,
For Ise wantin’ ter go bacfeerds—
Vats tie way me hort Inclines,
En Ise longin’ fer de music
Er de win’ errnong de pines.
Dar haint no music lack hit,
Do yer trabbuls fur enwide,
Dar haint no cumfut lack it.
Do yer alius gits ter ride.
En yer gwinter gitter studin’
■Bout tie houeysncker wines
Er pattic’ gin de cabin
Ter de win’ ermong de pines,
T ar lack yer’ll see de do’ step
Wif de wines er hangin’ low,
En dar’11 be de berry shadders
Er creepin’ ’long de flo’
En yer’ll hear de dockies tockin’
’Bout de cuis cunger signs,
As ye listen ter de music
Ob de win’ ermong de pines.
Tear lack I sees de cottin fiel’s
Thest whin i shets me eyes
En ’fo ‘me’ stonished wision
De dear ole faces rise.
But dars city streets erbout me,
Eunubuddy ’at I mines;
Ku Ise fur erbout de music
Ob de win’ ermong de pines.
But si- turners in me busim
De music lingers ’boat,
Eu dars nebber any fusses
Wha’ fln’ly dribes hit out
For hits backurds ’at Ise thinkin’
Dats de way me hort inclines,
En Ise grerbin’ fur de music
Ob de win’ eiwong de pines.
—“Mary Wilson.”
bunt* of Tornadoes.
From the Gulf of Mexico to the
North Pole, and from the lakes to the
Rocky Mountains is a vast extent of
country crossed by no mountain
chains to intercept or retard the veloc
ity of air current. The extent of this
country is equalled by none on earth.
I ( old air being; heavier to the square
inch than warm air, the cold air, when
I coining in contact with a warm cur
rent from the south, always predomi
nates, forcing the warm air into the
npper currents.
ihe cause of cyclones is the meeting
01 a head wind from the north with a
head wind from the south. They meet
like two vast armies of men. The
pressure at the point of meeting; is so
tfreut ihat the air, by compression, be-
comes * ieavier to the square inch than
wood or the human body, hence either
one will iloat in the same manner that
wood will float in water—it floats be-
' ause it is lighter to the square inch
than water. Place water in an ordi
nary wash bowl and remove the plug;,
and it will be observed that in passing
out the water forms a circular reac
tion. Air being a liquid does the
>ame in passing either upwards or
downwards, hence the funnel-shaped
>pout of the cyclone centre. When
two immense bodies of air coming
>roiu opposite directions meet, the
only egress is upwards and sidewise,
and in passing upwards it forms the
.unnel the same as water passing out
of a wash bowl downward.
The theory that a cyclone forms a
vacuum is absurd. Withdraw air from
a glass jar with an air p Ump , and a
feather within the vacuum formed
will drop with the same velocity as
lead, or, on the other hand, you can
compress air until it is heavier to the
square inch than wood, in which case
wood will float in the air. The lifting
power of a cyclone is caused (1) by the
compression or density of the air, and
(2) by its velocity. Combining the
power of density with that of velocity,
which occurs at the centre or funnel,
no power can resist it. The feeling of
suffocation or difficulty in breathing
when near the track of a cyclone is
caused from the compression of air.—
Minneapolis Tribune.
How to Set Buck, a Letter.
To recall a letter once mailed is al
most as difficult a task as to take back
an assertion once uttered. The sen
der must appear,at the post office and
is handed a blank to fill out. In this
he must state when and where he
mailed the letter, how it was ad
dressed, must describe the envelope
state the amount of postage prepaid
and_testify “that the above-mentioned
letter was written by me or by my au
thority and I desire to recall it for the
following reason”—and then state the
reason, which is usually “mailed by
mistake.” He must then sign his
name, so that the handwriting may be
compared with that on the letter and
sign a receipt. If the address cannot
be shown to be his handwriting, or is
printed or typewritten, he must de
scribe some peculiarities about the en
velope sufficiently to identify it. If
he is unable to do this the letter is re
fused, unless the postmaster knows the
applicant, and is satisfied concerning
liis good intentions. If he is satisfied
he asks for a statement concerning
the contents, and is obliged to open
the letter and read portions of it in
the postmaster’s presence to prove
that it is the one he described. But
if the letter has been sent away the
process of recalling it is still more
difficult. A similar blank has to be
filled out, and a minute description
telegraphed at the sender’s expense to
the postmaster at the office of its de
stination. If discovered in time the
letter is then intercepted and sent to
the department at Washington with a
statement of the case.
Nebuchadnezzar’s Hanging Gardens.
The “hanging gardens of Babylon”
were built by Nebuchadnezzar to
gratify his wife, Amyitis, a native of
Media, who longed for something in
this flat country to remind her of her
mountain home. They consisted of
an artificial mountain, 400 feet on each
side, rising by successive terraces to a
length which over-topped the walls of
the city. The terraces themselves
were formed of a succession of piers,
the tops of which were covered by
flat stones sixteen feet long and four
feet wide. Upon these were spread
beds of matting; then a thick layer
of bitumen, covered with sheets of
lead. Upon this solid pavement earth
was heaped, some of the piles being
hollow so as to afford depth for the
roots of the largest trees. Water was
drawn from the river so as to irrigate
these gardens, which thus presented
to the eye the appearance of a moun
tain clothed in verdure.—New Orleans
Times-Democrat.
A boy’s essay on breathing—Breath
is made of air. We breathe with
our lungs, our lights, our liver
and our kidneys. If it wasn’t
for our breath we would die
when we slept. Our breath keeps the
life agoing through the nose when we
are asleep. Boys that stay in a room
all day should not breathe. They
should wait till they get ont of doors
Boys in a room make oarbonicide,
Carbonicide is poisoner than mad
dogs. A heap of soldiers was in
black hole in India, and a carbonicide
got in that black hole and killed near
ly every one afore morning. Girls
kill the breath with corsets that
squeezes the diagram. Girls can’t run
or holler like boys because their dia
gram is squeezed too much. If I was
a girl, I rather be a boy, so I can hoi
ler and run and have a great big dia
gram.
Slang.
The following, to which I heartily
subscribe, has been sent to me: “A
high school girl in the full meridian
of her teens, if not a little past, shock
ed her father the other day by ex
claiming. *1 am as hungry as a dog.’
He begged her tu wen substitute-wolf
or even hound dog, but she declined
saying, they did not express the de
gree of hunger she felt. I am sure she
never heard such an expression about
her home, and must have caught it
from some would-be smart girl
though it savors more of the mascu
line. Woman ought to consider her
self the guardian of verbal refine
ment, which is suffering impairment
in these rapid material times. She
should hold aloft the standard of ele
gance for her brothers and her lovers
to keep them from indulging in vul
garities of speech. Great are her ex
ample and influence for or against
slang, especially for. When she stoops
to vulgarity a man drops to it like a
shot.”
A farmer’s wife, not 100 miles from
Dingwell, has a great deal of trouble
with her servants. The other day one
of them came to her to say:
“Madam, I fear I shall not be able to
work much longer. I think I am go
ing blind.”
“Why, how is that? You seem to
get along pretty well with your
work.”
“Yes, but I can no longer see any
meat on my plate at dinner.”
The farmer’s wife understood, and
the next day the servants were served
with large and very thin pieces of
meat.
“How nice!” the girl explained;
“my sight has come back. I can see
better than ever.”
“How is that Bella?”
“Why, at this moment,” replied
Bella, “I can see the plate through the
meat.”—Dundee News.
Mrs. Paul Leeds, a daughter of the
famous Avery family of Louisiana,
deserves sole credit for developing a
a notable industry among the Arca
dian women of that section. She it
was who revived the use of hand-looms
among those conservative prairie peo
ple, taught them to utilize the beauti
ful long staple cotton growing about
their aoors, supplied them with ar
tistic designs, and lastly created a
market for Arcadian cottonade. This
charming home-spun from the Atta-
kapas country is highly valued in the
Northeast for decorative purposes.
THE CAVERN QUEEN.
OR
Colonel Charlton’s Heiress.
BY MARY E. BRYAN.
[copyrighted.]
CHAPTER XXVI.
“there’s a name that’s never
SPOKEN.”
The next day opened gloriously. The
view of mountains outlined against
the morning sky was enchanting.
They were wreathed into a light mist,
blue and rose-tinted, which parted as
Amy gazed enraptured from her win
dow, and floated slowly upward, seem
ing to the girl’s fancy like bands of
angels that had encamped on the
mountain top and kept watch on the
valley below.
Amy’s breakfast had been brought
to her, but she insisted on going to tne
dining-room at noon and eating lunch
with the others.
Leaning one hand on Hester’s stout
arm, she was on her way to the dining
room when Dr. Olcott met her. He
quietly took her hand, drew it within
his arm and led her to the table.
Mrs. Olcott looked up from the little
pile of letters and papers that a mes
senger had just brought from the
post-office in the village. A frown
flitted across her face. She did not
quite like to see her son so attentive
to his patient—child though she was
But she spoke pleasantly to Amy and
then turned her attention to the
morning’s mail.
She took up a square cream-tinted
envelope, and scrutinized its boldly
traced superscription.
“Why this is from Constance Wavel
Constance Wharden I mean,” she ex
claimed in a tone of a surprise. “What
is she writing to me for?”
She broke the seal, and Dr. Olcott
after glancing at her opened his own
letter, first handing a magazine to
Amy. He looked up as his mother
uttered a sharp note of annoyance.
“John she is coming here.” She
writes that she is about to take a trip
to Europe, and that she is coming
here—out of her way—to see if we
could not be persuaded in going with
her. She means you—not me—of
course. Her husband has been dead
hardly a year, and here she is trying
to renew old .”
“Mother! interrupted Dr. Olcott,
sternly.
“Well, I know that is why she is
coming here.”
“I don’t see why you imagine any
such thing Constance Wharden is a
relative of ours. Her mother was my
father’s cousin. She has a right to
think that she will be welcomed at our
house when she comes for a short visit.
She will he welcomed of course. When
does she say she will be here?”
“On the 12 o’clock train tomorrow.
She writes that you must meet her.
Here is her letter. I am sure it was
written for your eyes.”
She handed the unfolded sheet
of note paper to her son.
She watched him keenly while
be read the contents, written in a
large, free hand that quite took up thd
four pages of the dainty little folio.
No doubt she noted as did Amy the
slight flush that rose to his forehead,
usually pate as ivory.
He gently folded the sheet and re
turned it to his mother.
“We will try to make her visit as *
little dull as possible,” he said. “Ic is
rare indeed that this old house has a
guest in it. I think our little patient
here is the first who has slept under
its roof for years. But we will not
get fluttered on this account, little
mother; nor will we imagine that our
coming visitor has any motive except
to pay us a friendly attention.”
Mrs. Olcott gave a little forced laugh
and said:
“My dear John, there is no call here
for imagination.”
Her son made no reply.
Amy wondered if this self-invited
guest—a young widow as it seemed—
could be the heroine of that early and
disastrous love affair in John Olcott’s
life which his mother had alluded to.
Had this Constance proved inconstant
and left him for a richer lover, or had
the fault been his?
Presently Dr. Olcott spoke:
“Mrs. Warden is a beautiful bril
liant woman,” he said. “Now that she
has plenty of money in addition to
brains and good looks she will have
friends and lovers galore. No need to
come seeking them among plain folks
in an out-of-the-way country house.
So make yo.urself easy on that score.”
There was just a tinge of bitterness
in his tones. He rose while he was
speaking. Going up to his mother, he
kissed her on the forehead ; then quit
ted the room.
“Plain indeed!” echoed Mrs. Ol
cott.” I am sure she wont find his
match among all the men she may
draw around her—tilted ones and all.”
In spite of the want of cordiality in
her comments about the expected
guest, Mr3. Olcott went promptly and
cheerfully to work to make prepara
tions for receiving her. Hester was
sent up stairs to set the guest chamber
in order to hang it with fresh cur
tains and brighten it with the flowers
that the lady of the Everygreens cut
with her own tiny hands, armed with
a pair of scissors, big enough to cut
off her dainty head instead.
Two little darkies were set to work,
to clean fire dogs and fenders; two
more were put to sweeping the wide,
sanded walks free of the yellow leaves
that had begun to drift down from
the branches of the big trees
The orchard was hunted through for
lingering pears and peaches, and the
cook called up in a consultation about -
custards and turkey-stuffing.
Amy, much interested in the prepa
rations, gave what help she could. She
picked corrants and stoned raisins
that were set before her in bowl of
real old-fashioned china it was a
pleasure to look at. Then she helped
Mrs. Olcott arrange the armful of
dewy flowers, fern leaves, and sprays
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