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THE SUNNY SOUTH' ATLANTA. GEORGIA' OCTOBER 7 1893
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K street merchant to a Cincinnati
’“Istar reporter, "there is an old fel-
dovrn town who makes a good living
M the newspapers. This old man
„ 0 at of bed at an early hour and gets a
,ov of each of the morning papers as early
[L caD be bought. He then reads them
hanstively, and by the time business
_ get down town he has thoroughly
r „d an branches of the news of the
,r He then starts out, dropping in on
it one and then another of his sub-
iber* for he lets his services by the
|*k iust as a newspaper. He enters a
nk where everybody is busy. He knows
dikes and dislikes of every one of his
iitomers, and be entertains each for a
L aoments with the news of his choice,
L then, with a few passing remarks on
L general news of the day, passes on to
keneit.
J<‘\ou will Jind him discussing the silver
(nestion one moment and race horses the
Uxt He can tell the tips for the day and
pe prices of silver. He knows the latest
i art and literature, and is thoroughly
•tedin politics. He is a walking cyclo-
_dia. He is not only a daily newspaper,
Bts wiiole hie of newspapers, with a
Jgbtning index. He tells you the news of
today, and if asked, will refresh your
femory on past events.
•He is strictly business, snd while he
tiwers every question asked by a sub-
|cnber freely, be absolutely will not talk
j» non-subscriber. If you want to talk
>him about the happenings of the day
ion must pay a week’s fee in advance,
pn he will see you every day for a
reek.
I If yon are at your oflice regu 7 arly he
|rill come to you daily, but if yon fail to
ton hand there that is your loss. One
wnty of his system is that he has no bad
I bts. He has a preferred list of ten
shorn he charges SI a month, and up3n
whom he waits at any hour they name.
Then his common customers pay 10 cents
i week and he agrees to see them all be
fore noon.
When a subscriber's time is up the fact
i mentioned, and uuless paym r nt is made
kt once yon can’t get the old fellow to
open hie mouth. Pay him and he is at
four service. He is strictly business and
ooes not regard himself as an excrescence
bn the face of the business, nor is he so re-
M;d by bis customers. He is a kindly
bid fellow who haB a smile for everybody
knd for whom everybody has a pleasant
word. He does not bear tales, but con-
ines himself strictly to what is in the pa-
j*fn and thus avoids the responsibility
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Book*.
Thrkao of Gold. By Lucie Dayton
Phillips, li'mo, 251 pp. Philadelphia:
American Baptist Publication Society,
ipo Chestnut street. Price, $1 00.
The thread of gold in this story is
prmed ^ the character, winsomeness,
md Christian consecration of Leslie Hope,
t® principal figure. We meet her first
ipoa the Kooky Mountains, where she, a
fir! of ten, gives her Bible to a poor boy
^ o had come for a minister to attend a
•uneral in the cave in which he stayed.
* see her as she comes from boarding
® iQ] P le -hearted Christian girl,
I, ?7 ‘he disappointment of her world-
•v* , mother, and we follow her into
ninth , cna bi e life into which that
"r»n! r P’] lu R e8 her. Out of that, and the
°* the shadow” into which it
k n _*Y ler i. we come with her. We see
, Rlvt8 herself for others, braving
n the sake of "Still Bill,” help
ing ™ ;^ r the burdens at the parsonage
hoiiirift” 13 ^ them lighter, going in bravely,
K“5, 1 ttembUngiy, amid all the horrors of
sake nf , ever in a distant city for the
own a ,, a Irieiul > simply, according to her
Cins« °\ outl ti “helping the doctor, and be-
“litrhr«» ' 6 couUi a °t do otherwise. In
with tha <T? ln ’” w e have her encounter
the rn.l tramp” amid the solitudes of
lerffth w hom she identifies at
more u °ted professor, and still
the ..‘^Picautly with the poor boy of
chsriaii i le8 ’” who has never ceased to
' old st rV mage ’ an< * w ho tells her the
*<dd«d i ’ aud wittl whom she goes in
the i\», eve to her own pleasant home on
W e hri 8 0 P 6 - Tn all this which v e
herj indicated, and in much more,
m.nistr. WlC90me 8e » a nd her uni> lfisli
fell w-i c o 0n8 titute a veritable thread of
few wiriAft Windin S course none can fol-
TWithout interest.
trader* S 111 *? 8 1? niuch admired by the
•Wtsrori./ 116 h,* cor der as a writer of
Te &tni> .if 8 ’u Uii ln . 1,1x18 her first longer
’rbolesmno 6 .giyen us a thoroughly
l°tiiie »i r i ’ Christian book, which no
[profit g especially can read without
BROWN'S IRON BITTERS
^ures Dyspepsia, In-
Q1 gestion & Debility .
STILL AT THE PAIR.
BILL NYE MENTIONS IT IN THE COURSE
OF OTHER REMARKS.
How Jim Kelley Raised ®18 From a De
funct Dank—A Few Kindly and Well
Chosen Remarks About Taxidermy—Nye
as Justice of the Peace.
[Copyright, 1893, by Edgar W. Nye.]
Rue de Pleasance, Sept. 19, 1893.
raY Dear Henry—It is a good thing
that Napoleon Muzzy, or Pole, as we
used to call him, came to the fair. He is
that much ahead. His bank at Eagle
Run, back home, has busted. He has
got his round trip ticket bought and
paid for and money enough to get back
home all right, but the bank will not
even allow him to use up a new check-
AT THE FAIR.
book that he got just before he left there.
He says that no bank will ever get him
again. He is tolerable hot about it and
says that all a bank is for is to take the
deposits of honest men and loan them
to “men of push and enterprise” that
have a good time at other folks’ expense
and then take paris green, saying, “Adoo,
kind friends, I’m going home.”
Pole Muzzy says he’s about decided to
go on a prolonged debauch when he goes
home, where it won’t cost so much. For
20 years he has sort of yearned for an al
coholic outing, but did not have a real
good excuse. Now he feels like “letting
the tail go with the hide,” as he tersely
puts it. You know Pole was always
terse.
He’s the man that wrote home from
the war that he was just going to a ton-
sorial artist to get his tonsils removed.
I’ve known many of a man in my life,
Henry, but Pole Muzzy rather oversizes
anybody I ever knew in his easy flow of
language.
For the word finally, for instance, he
always said financially. When I dug my
celebrated Hoosick well, he said I would
financially get it done, and I did. I got
it in the nose—financially.
He’s the man that rides around in the
set down chairs, as he calls them here at
the fair—meaning sedan chairs.
Speaking of bank failures reminds me
of Jim Kelley—Black Jim, we called
him. He failed in the lumber business
in the fifties up on the Nimmycoggin,
but in 15 years he had managed to pay
up everything but a claim of $18 due to
Lo Bartlett. One day he met Lo on the
street and gave him a check for the
amount, for he had deposited it for that
very purpose, Lo being out on the Trim-
belle buying stove bolts.
The bank is long since sunk in oblivion,
having gone into that business about
half an hour after Black Jim put his
money in there. Running across Lo a
little while after, he gave him a check
for the amount.
“Why, that won’t go,” says Lo. “The
bank has closed its doors.”
“What!” says Jim, getting a shade or
two darker.
“Why, she’s a wreck,” says Lo. “No
tice on the door says she may go into
liquidation, but at present it is deemed
advisable, owing to stringency of the
panic, to close.”
Jim went over to the president’s room
and knocked sort of gentle as he could,
considering that he had a fist that could
have knocked down a week’s receipts here
at the fair if he’d of been that kind of a
man.
“Who’s there?” was the statement of a
voice inside.
“It’s me,” says Jim, “Jim Kelley-
Black Jim Kelley of the Nimmycoggin—
and I’m in something of a hurry.”
“Well, we’re very busy now, Kelley.
Can’t you come again this evening?” ex
claimed the demonetized. but silvery
voice.
“That will he too remote; I am v<yy
busy myself,” said James the brunette,
jerking an iron hitching post out of tho
giclewalkand sanding his hands, like the
man at the hat. “Now is th(T accepted
time. Will you open the door, or shall 1
open it?”
The president with the bullion voice
opened it, for it was a good door and be
longed to him personally. It was not
hank assets.
Black Jim turned the key in the door
after he came in and began killing flies
on the counter with his iron hitching
post.
“What do you want of me?” exclaimed
the president, taking a large sight draft
out of a tall bottle marked “Mucilage,
hut smelling more like the matriculating
foom of a bichloride institute. “What
are you intruding here for?”
“I wanted to see you with regards to
a certificate of deposit I’ve got here call
ing for $18.”
“We cannot pay it. Everything is
gone. We have taken cash on deposit
and loaned on approved security, hat we
cannot realize at once upon our securi
ties. All we want is confidence.”
“So you are one of these here confi
dence men I’ve heard tell of, are you?”
“No, no; not that; not that! Oh, me
Gawd, that I should be called a confi
dence man by a low, brutal man with a
retreating forward and whiskers on his
hands!” With that the president put
the end of his nose on a new blotter to
hide a massive tear.
“Well, I’m here,” said Kelley the
black, “to get them $18 or to leave yon
looking like a Hamburg steak. Eighteen
dollars is not much to you. You give
more than that every little while toward
making the heathen a free moral agent,
but I have been 20 years paying up my
debts acquired by reason of a rise in the
river which took my logs to Corpus
Christi when I had agreed to deliver same
to parties at Stillwater. Eighteen dol
lars will relieve this mental strain. Oth
erwise I shall paper this room with your
poor, perishing body and very likely as
phyxiate the cat with your soul.”
The president hesitated a moment, and
then with a sigh took a roll from his
bootleg and paid Jim his little old $18.
“Yon will not mention this on the
street, of course,” said the president,
with a bright, wan smile, slapping Jim
on the shoulder and raising a cloud of
dust.
“No,” said Jim, giving the president a
hearty slap on the back that shook a lung
loose and made it fall the whole length
of the poor man’s chest, “not till I get
there.” And he left the iron hitching
post on the president’s desk and came
away. When the crowd broke in, they
found it there, like a mighty paper
weight, lying across a doctored state
ment.
Black Jim has realized twice since on
certificates of deposit. In one case it
took what silver the bank had left to
keep the president’s brains irom getting
tanned.
We have changed our meal place from
Beloit, Wis., one of the northern sub
urbs of Chicago, and now feed at a pri
vate house not far from the grounds. It
saves car fare and gives more time to
see the exhibits, which are out of sight
and no mistake.
I like the specimens of taxidermy best
of all. I can stand by a stuffed bear and
enjoy it for hours.
Taxidermy originally comes from the
two Greek words, taxus, “arrangement,”
and dermy, meaning to skin. Thus we
have skin arrangement, or skin game,
where game is thus prepared. I tell you
this because a man can go through col
lege and yet miss a few things. I knew
a college graduate once that could speak
nine languages, but he did not know any
better than to go skunking at night in a
dress suit.
In this country taxidermy was intro
duced in 1828 by a man named Scudds,
who began the establishment of a mu
seum containing rare upholstered beasts.
Sometimes the work of a taxidermist
is not successful. I knew an army offi
cer who used to fill up wild animals with
arsenic and autumn leaves, but they
kept getting riper and opening up like a
boll of cotton, so that the servant had to
keep putting back the autumn leaves.
The officer also poisoned three private
soldiers by keeping his arsenic in solu
tion in a deserted gin bottle.
He stuffed a mountain lion, or puma,
once and placed him on exhibition at
headquarters. The commanding officer
used to shy when he passed by it as a deli
cate compliment to the taxidermist, but
he almost knew it was not a live animal.
No one was fooled by It except a man
who had been seeing things for over a
week in the guardhouse while suffering
from alcoholism.
The lion was represented to be in a
crouching attitude, and as time went by
he seemed to crouch more and more,
same as an ice cream elephant does un
der the steady gaze of the fresh air child.
He had widely distended jaws and fiery
gums. Farther hack one could discover
the autumn leaves.
Spiders spun their webs across the
roof of his mouth and from fang to fang,
and mice made their nests and reared
their young in his abdominal cavity. I
never saw any thins: that seenied to teach
me as he dfd the* terrestrial nature of
earthly things. Moths gave him a bald
spot on the stomach, and one eye came
out and gave the other one a keen, search
ing glance.
That was years before yon had taken
your place in the great economy of na
ture.
I was a justice of the peace, marrying
people ever and anon—people who after
ward introduced the half breed into the
aristocracy of the west.
A friend who showed a good deal of
genius in this matter gave me a stuffed
bird which combined the aerial and am-
For sale by an druggists.
IN THE STREETS OF CAIRO,
phibious qualities of this beast. It had
the fierce intellect and carnivorous head
and beak of the eagle and had his tail
loaded with lead to keep this massive ar
rangement from tipping him over. He
had the feet of a sage hen, the torso, or
trunk, of the canvasback duck and the
tail of the blue jay.
It was great sport to get old hunters to
look at it and tell me what kind of a bird
it was. I collected in costs $180, result
ing fsom hand to hand arguments be
tween sportsmen over this bird, and
would have collected much more, but th©
constable could not collect mileage and
so disclosed the truth at the end of two
years.
I remember a bitter and acrimonious
fight that grew out of the discussion of
this bird one bright May morning be
tween a man named Lyons from Vinegar
Hill and another named Soiled Murphy
of the Taj Mahaland, since deceased.
Mr. Lyons was in the office as a wit
ness in another case, and Murphy in his
great specialty as a drunk and disorder
ly. We had just concluded the case,
and I had stepped down from the wool
sack and hung the judicial ermine across
a chair, intending to put some more wood
in the stove, when the attention of Soiled
Murphy was attracted to the bird.
I asked him, as an old sportsman, what
he thought it was. He stated that it was
what was called the canvasback hell
diver, with abnormal head, but Lyons
claimed that it was an alkali kingfisher.
Other hunters who had hunted free
drinks all the way from Julesburg to
Yuba Dam had told me how they had
killed hundreds of them on Pawpaw
creek and south of Dirty Woman’s ranch.
Soiled Murphy said they used to just
swarm on Hutton’s lakes while they were
molting, and lived on horned toad$, which
they swallowed whole for the delirious
joy they experienced as the toad went
down.
The feeling got more partisan till
Lyons made a pass at Murphy with a
box of fresh sawdust that had been put
there when I opened court. It was ob
tained from Valentine Baker, a collector
of abandoned furniture and bad debts.
Soiled Murphy then hit him over the
organ of firmness with the judicial scales,
which I had thoughtlessly laid across the
woolsack.
In the afternoon I tried thecase, Lyons
trying to get a change of venue on the
ground that I was prejudiced. I denied
the motion, telling him that I never al
lowed anything to prejudice me in a case.
I was not only perfectly free to try it,
but would rather try it than not. Hav
ing seen the fight, how could I be preju
diced? Lyons was found guilty, for why
fine a man like Soiled Murphy, who had
no money?
I was always against capital in such
cases and rarely fined a poor man. I
was always the friend of the poor man
anyway, and where I could not get the
costs from one of the parties I had to
rely on county orders at GO cents on the
dollar.
I was re-elected twice before my po
litical policy was discovered.
Before I leave I may write you an
other letter from here regarding the fair,
giving you more information regard
ing it.
The dance I spoke of was pulled just
before I could get there. If I had known
it was really not a moral jig, I never
would have thought of attending, but
Pilcher, our schoolteacher, who is here
at the expense of the school district ob
taining advanced methods and studying
rational educational progress, said it was
instructive and pleasing. 1
'Tomorrow vve”viaio uie street in Cairo
and ride oa a harelip dromedary from
Ephesus. Respectfully yours, your fa
ther,
G*o. K. Andcrion.
From The Journalist.
Mr. Anderson, the inventor of the short
hand typewriter, is a young man of thirty,
a native, I think, of Tennessee. His won
derful instrument is being widely intro
duced into the newspaper offices of the
countrv, and is one step further along the
lines of progress to perfection. The fol
lowing tribute I inscribe to his honor:
TO GKO. K ANDERSON, THE INVKNTOB.
Once in the days, in the snnful days, O,
ever so far away,
I met a youth,
The soul of truth,
With a light step glad and gay.
But I knew not then
That of coming men,
He would come with banners, a man
of men.
Come with a thrill and roll of drum,
And a tempest of trumpets as heroes come,
And a laurel-wreath that no one
might dare
To wear,
To share,
Ualess beyond it there was a mind
As great as the grandest of its kind,
But his was the mind that in later years
As a splendid pioneer had no peers,
And that is why, in my own weak way,
I sing this song unto him to-day I
A moment-now was a month of old,
And meaneth of glory, or love, or gold,
Or anything that has any worth,
On this pitifnl orb we call the earth,
And then he shortened the hours of toil
To women who work and to men who moil;
And, therefore, they crown him, O kingly
one,
And therefore I greet him,
And trast to meet him,
When all of this after-life is done.
Wile Hubbard Kern an.
Manufacturing Marble.
The example furnished by nature in the
production cf marble from chalk by water
—the latter percolating gradually and
steadily through the chalky deposits, dis
solving the chalk, particle by particle, and
crystallizing it, mountain pressure effect
ing its characteristic solidity—it is now
found may be the basis of accomplishing
similar results by a resort to chemical pro
cesses.
Slices of chalk are for this purpose dit>-
ped into a color bath staining them with
tints ttat will imitate any kind of marble
known, the same mineral stains answer
ing this end as are employed in nature.
For instance, to produce the appearance of
the well-knc wn an » popular verde an
tique, on oxide of copper application is re
sorted to, and, in a similar manner, green,
pink, blank and other colorings are ob
tained. The slices, after this, are placed
in another bath, where they are hardened
and crystall zed, coming ont, to all intents
i»tid purposes, real marble.—New York
Sun.
The October number of the Delineator
which is called the Autumn Number, is
an exceedingly attractive publication,
displaying a splendid variety of the ac
cepted styles for the season, and practical
information on a wide range of topics in
teresting to women. Two special “pat
tern” articles have been prepared in addi
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Fitting out the Family for Aut'imu and
Winter, and the other on Empire Gowns
and Lonnging Robes. The World’s Fair
series is brought to a close by a paper on
Children at the Fair, and a description of
the various State Buildings and Their
Uses. An additional Drill, called the
Dumb-Bell Drill is given, the Lawn Ten
nis article supplements the instruction
given last month on The Game, and the
chapter on Dancing gives the last instal
ment of Figures for the German. Child
ren’ s Pets are interestingly and instruct
ively treated. Gossip from China is as en
tertaining as nf nal, and A Golden Wed
ding is described. Special Gestures of the
Hand are still the tbeme of the article on
Physical Culture, the Floral Work for the
month is reviewed and the Newest Books
are noticed. The papers on Lace-Making,
Crocheting, Knitting, Tatting and Netting
are invaluable to the lover of such work.
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