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OLD SERIES—YOL. YII-NO. 25.
CEDARTOWN, GA„ JULY 22, 1880.
NEW SERIES—YOL. II-NO. 32. *
■FOMUR,
Main St Cedartown Ga.,
IF IOU WANT THEM PURE AND FRESH.
C. G. JANES,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
CEDARTOWN, GA.
vr office In the Court House. febU-'.y
JOSEPH A. BLANCE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW.
CEDARTOWN, GA
DBS. LIDDELL & SON,
PHTSICMNS AND SURGEONS
ernci east inn or maim »t.
CEDARTOWN, GA
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W. G. ENGLAND,
Physician and SurReon.
CEDARTOWN, GA
OFFICE over J. A. Wynn’s where he may he
(omul ready to attend calls either day or night.
Jants-iy
DR. C. H. HARRIS,
Physician and Surgeon,
Oedartown. Ga.
B. FISHER,
Watchmaker & Jeweler.
CEDARTOWN, GA
Haring just opened out a shop at tbe store or
A. D. Hogg k Co., respectably requests the
public to call on blm when needing work In his
fine. rebB-tc
W. F. TURNER,
Attorney at Law.
CEDARTOWN, GA
will practice In the Superior Courts of Polk,
Paulding, Haral on. Floyd and Carroll counties.
Special attention given ic collections and real
•state business. marll-ly
DR. L. S. LEDBETTER,
DENTIST,
CEDARTOWN, - - -• GEORGIA.
nHl^nne*?.' m l 6J > 8t , £ r “ e ! 1 £???* £ m '
tebl»-ly
F. M. SMITH,
Attorney at Law and
REAL ESTATE AGENT,
CEDARTOWN, GA
Particular attention given to the selling or
renting of city property. Buying and selling
wild lands a specialty. Parties owning wild
lands In Georgia would do well to correspond
with me, as I nave app lections for thousands
of acres whose owners are unknown. No tax fl.
ftu or other bogus title need apply. Look up
your beeswax and write me. Terms: Ten per
cent, e mmlstslon on sales. For locating and
ascertaining probable value, $j per lot. For
searching records fen- owners, so cents per lot.
For ascertaining if land Is claimed or occupied
by squatter. SI per lor* Alwavs In advance. To
insure afent.on enclo e a 3-cent stamp. Parties
owning wild lands should look to their interests,
as many of these wild ands are being stolen by
squatters und^r a bogus title. All communica
tions promptly answered. Satisfaction guar
anteed to all honest men. janss-ly
LIVERY FEED,
—and—
SALE STABLE!
Wright & Johnson Prop’rs.
CEDARTOWN, - - - GEORGIA.
JAMES H. PRICE,
CEDARTOWN, GA
Keeps on hand and manufactures to order
MATTRESSES!
My work recommends itself wherever used,
and Is guaranteed to render the most petect
satisfaction. No flimsy material used, no work
slighted. I ask a trial. JAMBS. H. PRICK.
tebia-iy.
CALHOUN
Livery and Sale Stable.
FOSTER & HARLAN, Props.
C4LHOM, GEORGIA.
Having lately purchased the above stable and
supplied It with good Horses and a splendid
line of new Vehicles, we are prepared to meet
the wants or the traveling public in our line.
Parties wishing vehicles sent to any of the
trains on the Selma, Rome and Dalton Railroad
or to any other point, may telegraph us, and
have their wants promptly and properly at*
tended to.
FOSTER k HARLAN. Calhoun, Ga.
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ISAAC T,
CEDARTOWN, GA.,
—DEALER IN-
STOVES TINWARE,
Hardware and Hollow-Ware,
OF ALL KINDS.
House-Furnishing Goods
A SPECIALTY.
Every variety of Job work in my line neatly
done. 1 respect ul«y solicit the patronage of
tne public, and would be pleased to have all my
fr ends and customers call and see me when in
town. L T. MEE
jauS-ly
CEDARTOWN SCHOOL,
J. C. HARRIS^ Principal.
The Spring Term commences the first Mon-
dav in January and win continue s* months.
Falierm pens 3rd Monday In August and
continues 4# months. Rstes of tuition as cus
tomary.
The school-room Is convenient and eomfort-
ab e; training thorough and discipline firm.
The Principal offers his thanks for past favors,
and confidently aslc for a liberal share of patron
age in the future. „
Reference as to discipline, etc., Is made to the
Connor patrons of this school* novgr-sm
"BEAR YE ONE ANOTHER'S BOBBINS I”
Be Neetet Pntectin of On Lnd Ois if lit Cut
The People's Mutual Relief Association
l» issuing certificates of membership in amounts from yi,000 to $5,004 o*
strictly healthy persons, male and female. The plans are
SAFE, CHEAP AND PERMANENT.
Applications for membership will be received by
JNO. W. RADLEY, Cedartown, Ga.
Partial list of members in and around Cedartown: F. M. Hlght, A. A.
Read, John W. Bracken, P. J. Bracken, Wm. R. Crate, Geo. H. Leake, J.
W. Barr. Dr. C. H. Harris, J. B. Crabb. W. H. H. Harris, D. R. Monroe,
Dr. W. G. England, Jno. W. Radley, J. W. Kilgore, Daniel Walker, D. B.
Freeman, Mrs. Nancy Powell, Alex. Dougherty, Mrs. Francis Dougherty,
Dr. E. H. Richardson, Captain N. S. Eaves. xplS-Sm
A. J. YOUNG,
DEALER LN
Corn and Rye Whiskies, Wine, Gins
and Brandies.
Noyes Warehouse - - CEDARTOWN, Ga.
SOLE AGENT FOR COX, HILL ft THOMPSON’S
STOKE MOUNT AIK WHISKIES
In Cedartown.
I keep such Liquors as may be used as a beverage or for medical
purposes with perfect safety. IW Give me a call. Good treatment
guaranteed. mr!8-ly
NEW HOUSE! NEW MERCHANTS!
New Goods and New Prices.
A. D. HOGG & CO.,
MAIN Street, ...... CEDARTOWN, Georgia,
Have just opened a select stock of General Merchandise In their new store,
and want all their friends and the public generally to call and let them
show their goods and prices. Their stock was bonght before the recent
rise in prices, and they feel confident of having goods at bottom figures.
They have beautiful Dress Goods, Calicoes, Cornets, new styles; Bleach-
lngs, Flannels, Cassimeres, Kerseys, Kentucky ,Jeaus, Hosiery, Gloves,
Hardware, Notions, etc., etc. Extra nice Gentlemen’s Underwear Vratr
Low. Remember the place—last Brick btore on South MAIN Street, west
side. nov6-ly
H. C. CROWLEY,
DEALER IB
STOVES AND TIN-WAnE,
EAST SIDE OF MAIN STREET,
Opposite Philpot & Dodds, - - - CEDARTOWN, Ga.
Keeps constantly in stock the LATEST and BEST brands of STOAES.
an.i can now supply customers with the unequalled Times, Soother j
Baker and Iron City.
Keebs at all times a iml line of Tinware, and does all kinds of tinuer'.-
work—Roofing, guttering. Ac.
Sp’enflid assortment of Crookery and Glassware will be kept constantlv
in ’took. ml,25 ly
ED. E. BRANNON,
Sealer in
Staple and Fancy Groceries.
Chickens, Eggs and Butter a Specialty.
I HAVE ALSO
A FIRST-CLASH BAR
in connection with the Store, which la stocked with the fineit Liquor*
in town. janS-tf
CHEAP GOODS!
J. S. STUBBS & CO.,
Have just moved into their elegant new Store Rooms on
East Side of HAIK Street!
Where they are now opening an extensive stonk of
GENERAL MERCHANDISE.
Their goodi were selected with great care and with an eye to the needs
of their customers, and were bought for Cash. They will he sold at the
lowest figures. Go and examine their stock and prices before making
your purchases. aug7-tf
J. P. DUFFEY,
MANUFACTURER AND DIALER IN
BUGGY ABB WAGON HARNESS, SADDLES, BBELES, &d
CDougherty’e^Old Stand,)
CEDARTOWN, Georgia.
All Work Guaranteed to give satisfaction. All he asks is a trial. jan8-Iy
801108 OF THE SOUL.
Oh! the wonderful songs I'gt never ere sung
With words of an outward token;
But go singing tbsmseivss for sje in ths soul
In s language that never is spoken.
Songs that an swastsr than poets e'er penned:
All their power and bseutv excelling;
With a melody purar and tenderer far
Than the notes that their numbers am swell
ing.
Songs every true love sings to his love,
Bara of his deep-hidden feeling;
Booh as sing themselves low in the pore
maiden's breast.
For fasr of an outward revealing.
Bongs that the mother-heart sings to the babe
In peace on her bosom radioing;
That give spir t voice to her hopes and her
fears.
Tender beyond all defining.
Wild, thrilling songs, that awake every chord
When ths soul is exultant with gladness;
That sigh through its chambers like voioes of
night
When they utter its harden end sadness;
That breathe tbzongh the spirit with soft whis
pering notes,
like winds over Jane roses sighing.
When passion is stilled and peace reigns
within.
And ths heart hashed and tranqual is lying,
Such songs are sung through all the wide
world.
And never once known arc ths singers ,
Bat their musie is echoed from heart into
heart,
And its sweetness and power ever lingers ;
And bnt for the singing of sash voiceless
songs.
In soak flllsd with hoping end longing,
Ob I dreary indeed would be the dark road
Earth’s children era hurriedly thronging.
Fo many the poets whose number era formed
In the unwritten language of spirit.
While few ere ths ones who in words ths lips
frame
Tbs power to express them inherit;
And rare is ths voios that i. perfectly tuned
When words are ths ontward token,
Bat never s soul bat can sweet music make
In the language that never is spoken.
At The Last Moment.
It was a fine old room, and fitted up
with all the luxury wealth could command-
Its two occupants, a lovely girl and an
eledrly man, noble in form, but dark and
sinister in face,'stood together under the
full blaze of the great antique lamp, swing
ing above their heads.
They were discussing a long-disputed
question,
Mr. Oriell, flaming with passion at tbe
girl’s last words, burst out vehemently:
You are not bound to marry at my com
mand, forsooth! Nevertheless, my indepen
dent miss, you are mine by a heavy in
debtedness. But tell me what you are, and
who! You are called Veronica Vache; but
what do you know of yourself beyond that?
Answer me, if you can I Have I not been
the making of-you? Did I not take you
from the kennel. And transform you mto
wnai you are? You A-,—^
whose money rendered you so ? Mine, un
grateful girl! You are beautiful in your
silks, jewels and laces—whose money makes
you that ? Mine, and mine only 1 1 did all
this? Because the son I idolize set his boy
ish heart upon your baby loveliness, and in
riper years crowned you with houor by
choosing you for his wife. Think you,
then, I can be wheedled out of the reward
I claim? If so, think it no longer. If you
have not already learned the truth, learn it
now. My son’s will is my law. - Do you
understand that I mean you shall with or
without your consent, become his wife ? If
not, understand it now, and drive from your
■illy head that beggarly secretary I drove
from my doors. I shall choose your hus
band, and not you, who would to-day be a
beggar but for my generous protection.
Herbert loves you—therefore Herbert’s you
shall be I To-morrow he comes to claim
his bride; be ready for your bridal I”
There was a sinister threat in the old
man’s eyes, as he concluded, that sent an
involuntary shiver through the girl’s slender
frame.
But a determination equal to his own
marked both words and tone as she replied,
respectfully;
“It is true that I am indebted to you for
all I possess of worldly good, and lam, God
knows, truly and deeply thunkful My
daily life stands witness to the sincerity of
my words. You bade me call you father;
and I have striven to give you all a daugh
ter’s duty; but, as I have already de
clared, I will never become Herbert Or-
rell’s wife I Dote on him as you will your
handsome, gifted son is naught but a
polished villain I I would rather die than
link my fate with his. Cast me off—let
me go out into the world, and battle with
the poverty from which you have rescued
me, or ”
“Enough ” thundered the old man; “I
have made you mine, and mine you shall
remain, and my will do 1 My son shall
have the bride of bis choice! Now go 1 ”
And striding to the door, he flung it wide
open, adding, in deep, threatening tones, as
Veronica passed into the hall:
“Go! and remember that for tie insub
ordinate there are means. Our tew home
here was chosen for its wildness and lone'.i,
ness. Remember that—and likewise, that
my son and I are masters here I .Now go ”
A swift change passed over the girl’s
calm face as the door closed upon her, and
it was with fleet foot and parting breath
that she sped up the stairs and to her cham
ber.
What can he mean? W)at will he
dot” she gasped, shudderingly, as she
dropped into a chair before the blazing fire.
‘He is deep and unscrupulous, I know.
Heaven protect and help me i *
Her head sunkdespondinglvoi her hand
and the silent minutes dropped fato hours
before she stirred.
At last she arose.
“I will do it,” she whispered! “and this
very night, or it will be too late. They all
sleep by this time, and I have ill minutes
to waste,” she hastily added, as the little
msntle clock softly' tolled twelve. “If I
would escape, I must do so to-rtght. ”
Her few prepaartions were lustily made,
and she crept stealthily from thj room.
Sbepauied a moment to list®, but pro
found silence reigned over the house, and
ber muffled boots gave no sound as she cau
tiousSy groped her way down stain.
At the bottom she stumbled over the
mat, catching her breath sharply in her ef
fort to preserve herself from a fall.
The noise was trifling, but, shivering
with alarm, she paused a minute to listen.
The silence continued unbroken, and she
again groped her way through the dense
darkness.
Once she paused again, confined! that
she heard a cat-like tread in the darkness
behind her.
Then she went 9tealthily on, assured that
it was only the product of her own excited
imagination.
She directed her steps to the back door,
remembering that that fastened with a bolt,
and consequently offered the possibility of
a more quiet egress.
Her mbling hand had just started the
bolt, when there was a sudden quick rush
in the darkness, and before she could move
a fierce hand fell upon her outstretched
arm.
. “So!” hissed Mr. OrreU’s voice.
And the next instant, speechless with
terror, she was caught iu his strong arms,
and borne back to her chamber.
White as death she stood before him, as
he released her.
His deep set eyes flashed angrily upon
her beneath his gray eyebrows. But he
said nothing—only took her by the shoul
der and hurried her rudely to the window.
Throwing tack the heavy silken hang
ings he opened the casement, and pointed
below.
It was a brilliant moonlight night; and
there, pacing the lawn with sentinel alert
ness, was one of the men-servants.
Mr. Orrell closed the window in the same
expressive silence.
Then he turned to her.
“Four men have been detailed for that
duty to-night,” he said, significantly. “All
the doors will be left unlocked; try it again
if you like.”
And with the words, he strode from the
room.
How the night passed, Veronica never
knew.
But it did pass.
The marriage was to take place at eleven
o'clock the next day.
Herbert could not reach there till ten, and
between ten and eleven there wonld be am
ple time for his preparation.
A little before eleven Veronica was in her
spotless bridal robes in the great drawing
room.
Mr. Orrell eyed her critically.
“You look well—very well,” he said;
‘quite worthy your handsome bridegroom.
But why he should be such a laggard, is a
mystery,” he concluded, a little uneasily.
And his pitiless eye left Veronica’s beau
tiful but dead-like face, and turned toward
a distant window.
Almost at the same moment there was a
faint sound of distant wheels.
“x-j.
st a mad pace.”
Nearer and nearer the wheels came, until
they stopped at the grand entrance.
There was a sound of hurrying feet and
subdued voices; and leavingthe white-faced
bride, the impatient father hurried to the
hall.
There he met a ghastly spectacle.
The dead body of his son, borne by the
worthy clergyman (who had accompanied
him) and several of the awed servants.
A terrible accident!” faltered the
clergyman, in answer to the anguished gaze
of the bereaved father.
And without a word or gesture, the father
fell prone !>efore them. *
When they raised him he was dead.
A year later, Veronica became the happy
wife of the beggarly secretary.
Sharp Eyes.
A man has a sharper eye than a dog, or
a fox, or than any of the wild creatures,
but not so sharp an ear or nose. But in
the birds be finds his match. How quickly
the old turkey discovers the hawk, a mere
speck against the sky, and how quickly the
hawk discovers you if you happen to be se
creted in the bushes, or behind the fence
near which he alights. 1 find, I see almost
without effort, nearly every bird within
sight in the field or wood I pass through (a
flit of the wmg, a flirt of the taii are
enough, though the flickering leaves do
all conspire to hide them), and that with
like ease the birds see me, though unques-
tionaliy the chances are immensely in their
favor. The eye sees what it has the means
of seeing, truly. You must have the bird
in your heart before you can find it in the
bush. The eye must have purpose and
aim. No one ever yet found the walking
fern who did not have the walking fern in
his mind. Nevertheless, the habit of ob
servation is the habit of clear and decisive
gazing; not by a first casual glance, but
by a steady, deliberate aim of the eye are
tbe rare and characteristic things discover
ed. You must look intently and hold your
eye firmly to the spot, to see more than do
the rank and file of mankind. ' The sharp
shooter picks out his man and knows him
with fatal certainty from a stump, or a
rock, or a cap on a pole. The phrenolog
ists do well to locate not only form, color,
weight, etc., in the region of the eye, but
a faculty which they call individuality—
that which separates, discriminates, and
sees in every object its essential character.
This is just as necessary to the naturalist as
to the artist or the poet. The sharp eye
notes specific points and differences—ic
seizes upon and preserves the individuality
of the thing. Persons frequently describe
to me some bird they have seen or heard
and ask me to name it, but in most cases
the bird might be any one of a dozen, or
else it is totally unlike any bird found in
this continent. They hare either seen
falsely or else vaguely. Not so the farm
youth who wrote me one Winter day that
he had seen a single pair of strange birds,
which he discribes as follows; “They
were about the size of the ‘chip pie,’ the
tops of their heads were red, and the breast
of the male was of the same color, while
that of the female was much lighter; their
rumps were also faintly tinged with red.
If 1 have described them so that you would
known them, please write me their names. ”
There can be little doubt but the young ob
server had seen a pair of red-polls,—a bird
related to the goldfinch, and that occasion
ally comes down to us in the Winter from
the far north. Ano her time, the same
youth wrote that he had seen a strange
bird, the color of a sparrow, that alighted
on fences and buildings as well as upon the
ground, and that walked. This last fact
showed the youth’s discriminating eye and
settled the case. I knew it to be a species
of lark, and from the time, size, color, etc,,
the tit-lark. But how many persons would
have observed that the bird walked instead
of hopped.
Leopold and Louise.
A New Puzzle with Words.
Students at the Boston Institute of Tech
nology have designed a rival to the Gem
puzzle, which is beginning to excite con
siderable interest about town. Given two
words of an equal number of letters, the
problem is to change one to the other by
altering one letter at a time ot the first so
as to make a legitimate English word, con
tinuing the alterations until the desired re
sult is attained. The conditions are that
only one letter shall be altered to form each
ne N word, and that none but words whicn
can be found in English dictionaries shall
be used. Here are some examples of the
changes.
East to West—East, vast, vest, West.
Boot to Shoe—Boot, soot, shot, Shoe.
Dog to Cat—Dog, dig. fig, fit, fat, Cat.
Milk to Hash—Milk, mile, male, mate,
hate, hath, Hash.
Road to rail—Road, rood, root, coot,
coat, coal, coil, toil, tail, Rail.
Soup to Fish—Soup, soul, soil, foil,
fowl, fool, foot, coot, cost, cast, fast, fist,
Fish.
The game is becomiug quite popular in
offices as well as in family circles and at
firesides, and seems to furnish instruction
with amusement.
Poloonouz Water Colors.
The singular statement appears in the
Chemiker Zeitung that, in searching into
tbe causes of the death of a young engineer,
there were found in the corpse remarkable
quantities of arsenic, attributed to the
colors which the deceased had been in the
habit of using,—for, on analysis, it was
found that a specimen of sepia contained
2.08 per cent of arsenious acid, one of
terra di sienna, 3.14 per cent, and one of
red brown 3.15 per cent. The deceased
engineer having been in the habit ot draw
ing his brush, charged with colors, through
his lips, it is thought not impossible that
the arsenical colors were absorbed by de
grees in the saliva Further investigation
ef the*dark colors of French make showed
the following quantities of arsenic; Colored
sepia 1.10 per cent, natural sepia 0.98 der
cent, burnt sienna 1.76 and 2.23, Van
Dyke brown 0.81, brown ochre 0.52, sap
green 0.82, bister 0.67.
Voices oi Animals.
Even in animals, there is marked char*
acter of voices. I have observed that the
bravest and largest wild animals always
have deep voices, and that they are gener
ally melodious, full of music, as it were,
while the small fry, which would run from
a common cur, have high, sharp voices.
The bravest huntei s of the West have heavy
tones as a rule, and 1 deduce from thi.
that the highest order'of animals, those
that were brave and danng, were also deep
in voice, and that their intonations never
jarred on the ear. Deep-toned men are
generally braver than those possessing light
voices. |
Their Koyal Highnesses, Princess Louise
and Prince Leopold, when recently in De
troit en route for Chicago, a reporter says,
the most noticeable feature about the party
was the entire absence of elaborate dress
ing or any indication of royalty. The Prin
cess was dressed in black, with a white
ruuuuig aouui luc neon. rier dress was
rather short, and so far as the casual obser-
ver could determine, hfr jewelry was con
spicuous solely for ita abshe wore a
dark hat with a red facing in front, and on
her hands were what a woman in the Third
street depot characterized as “nothing but
cotton, as sure as you’re bom.” The Prin
cess Louise is not beau iful, but apparently
she is a woman with a happy disposition
that shines out in what would be called by
many a “real good face.” Good she cer
tainly looks, and when she smiles she comes
near to passing for handsome, which she
undoubtedly is not. Of all the conspicuous
ones in the party she seemed least affected
by her position. Prince Leopold, who has
a less intelligent face than his sister, is a
fair-skinned young man, who looks younger
than he is—twenty seven. He was dressed
in a light suit, with the exception of liis
smaii, round, black hat. His dark hair has
a tendency to curl and is parted very near
the middle. A light moustache and goatee
serve to relieve an extremely fair face,
which would be handsome but for a certain
heaviness that robs it of any intellect
ual look it might have. Generally he
strikes one as belonging to that great rank
of “extra harmless,” though he is credited
with being studious. His walk is some
thing terrible ; it reminds one of the old
‘Grecian bend” gait, but is, if anything,
more mincing, and, therefore, more comical.
The Prince appears like an extremely ami
able young man, however, and this he
probably is.
A South African Diamond Mine.
From whatever direction one comes from
the surrounding plain, the most prominent
sight is the lofty range of sand mounds,
rising up from out the centre of the town
and overtopping everything. These are
composed of earth from the original thirteen
surface acres of the Kimberly mine, and
thrown up from around the edge of the
gradually deepened pit, just as the ant on a
smaller scale piles up a circular ridge
around its hole. By diamond “mine” ir
Africa is meant a pipe of several acres su
perficial area and unknown depth, running
straight down through stratified layers of
shale. Each pipe, and there are only four,
is filled in to the level of the general sur
face of the plain with sand, tufa, and a
diamond-bearing breccia or soft rock. The
Kimberly pipe or mine has now been ex
cavated to a depth of about two hundred
and fifty feet. Most of the streets of the
town converge to it. We walk to the edge
of rocks which surrounds it, called the
“reefs,” and before and beneath us extends
abyss—a huge oval-shaped caldron-
open full to the skies. Over its edge lies a
sheer descent of two hundred and fifty
feet; across it, from Bide to side, a stretch
of a thousand feet, or a fifth of a mile.
Coming even as one does from the life and
stir of the town, the first look into the mine
is a fascinating and bewildering one. Lit
tle by little the facts unfold and steal upon
the attention. One talks to his neighbor as
to a deaf man, for a stead hum or roar fills
the air, chiefly made up of human voices
and the whir of buckets ascending and de
scending on their wire ropes. Ten thous
and men are working below and around us,
in the pit and around its edge. All is in
plain sight, for there is no burrowing under
ground. Far below, little black''pigmy
men—so they seem in the distance—are
moving about, but not singly or at random,
for closer observation shows that they are
working in groups, each group upon a cer
tain well-defined square patch of solid
earth, at which it is picking and delving,
or walking to and fro over it, carrying little
buckets of loosened soil In theirniidst
sits or stands a white overseer, or the mas
ter himself. Spreading over the whole ex
cavation or pit, caldron, pot or basin,
whichever conveys the clearest idea, like a
spider’s web on s dewy morning, run in
numerable little white threads, so they
seem as they glisten in the sun. Follow
one such thread to our feet, and it will be
found to be a shining wire rope, worn
white with constant use. And here on the
edge or brim, called, as we know, the
“reef,” we find a scene of life and labor
even more animated than below. All
around, but chiefly on two opposite sides,
is erected a strong framework of timber
called the “staging,’’.estimated to have cost
$250,000. It is built in three tiers, like a
three-story house, and each tier is floored
to afford standing room for laborers. Firm
ly set all along each tier of this staging are
hundreds of wooden wheels, about four
feet in diameter, with crank on each side,
to be turned by four Kaffirs. The iron
ropes run from every part of the circumfer
ence, but d iffer greatly in length,—some
extending vertically down the reef, some
far out into the centre of the mine, and
others to varying intermediate distances,
but each to its own claim. Such a rope is
stretched from the bearings of each wheel
on the staging to its corresponding claim
below, where it is made fa9t to a post sunk
firmly in the ground. Thus, a wheel, a
wire rope and a “claim,” be it only a six
teenth, are inseparable, and equal in num
ber. On these wire ropes the “blue stuff”
is hauled in buckets'by aid or the windlass,
up out of the mine.
Curioas Ghnch of Mecp* Walking.
One bright moonlight night I was on
deck, as was frequently my wont, chatting
with the lieutenant of the middle watch. It
was nearly calm, the ship making little
way through the water, and the moon’s
light nearly as bright as day. We were
together leaning over the capstan, chatting
away, when W—suddenly exclaimed:
Look! H—, at that sentry,” and point
ing to the quarter-deck marine who was
pacing slowly backward and forward on
the lee-side of the deck.
“Well, ’ I replied, after watching him
somewhat inattentively as he passed once
or twice on his regular beat, “what of
him?”
“Why, don’t you see he is fast asleep
Take a good look at him when he next
passes.”
I did so, and found *W—was right.
The man, although pacing and turning
regularly, at the usual distance, was fast
asleep, with his eyes closed.
When next the man passed, W—stepped
quickly and noisely to his side, and pacing
with him, gently disengaged the bunch of
keys which was his special charge—being
the keys of the spirit room, shell rooms,
store rooms, etc.—from the fingers of his
left hand, to which they were suspended
by a small chain; he then removed the
bayonet from his other hand, and laid it
and the keys on the capstan head. After
letting him take another turn or two, W—
suddenly called:
“Sentry!”
‘‘Sir?” replied the man, instantly stop
ping and facing around as he came to the
“attention.”
“Why, you were fast asleep, sentry.”
“No, sir. ’
“But Isay you were.”
“No, sir; i assure you I was not.”
“You were not, eh ? Well, where are
the keys?” B
The man instantly brought up his hand
to show them, as he supposed, but to his
great confusion his hand was empty.
“Where is your bayonet?” continued
W—.
The poor fellow brought forward his
other hand, but that was empty also. But
the puzzled iook of astonishment he put on
was more than we could stand; both burst
out laughing, and when the keys and
*'~* r ooinutd out to him, lving on
Uie capstan, the PKjr fellow was perfectly
A Trick at Cards.
dumbiounded. W .nomerrv
the joke, however, to punish the rnanj »aa
he escaped with a warning not to fall asleep
again.
Sentries and lookouts must be very lia
ble to fall asleep from the very nature of
their monotonous pacing, and this may in
some degree account for the facility with
which sentries have at times been surprised
and secured before they coaid give an
a.arm. Iu this instance, the most curious
fact, I think, was the regularity with
which the man continues to pace his dis
tances and turn at the right moment. I
have known other instances of sentries and
others walking in their sleep, though the
end has not always Deen so pleasant to the
victims. In one case, (the quarter-deck
sentry, in the middle of the night, crashed
down the wardroom hatchway with mus
ket and fixed bayonet, with a rattling that
started us all out of our cabins. The fel
low fell on his back upon top of the mess
table, but not much the worse for his ex
ploit. On another occasion a messenger
boy paid us a visit in the night; he fell
upon a chair, which he smashed to pieces,
but the sleeper escaped unhurt.
These can hardly be considered true
cases of somnambulism, but show how men
may continue their occupations when over
come by sleep. Nothing but seeing this
bayonet and the keys lying on the capstan
could have ever convinced the marine that
he had been sleeping; no - mere assertion
to that effect would ever had convinced
him.
Sims Reeves, the Tenor.
The famous English tenor, Sims Reeves,
contemplates retiring from his profession.
As he must be nearly sixty years old, and
is very rich, the wisdom of such a course
seems undeniable, though he is still with
out a rival in oratorio singing. About
fifteen years ago his voice deteriorated
consideraoiy, but soon regained its power.
It is an open secret amongst the profession
that he is obliged to have ail his songs
transposed a couple of tones lower than he
used to sing them. Sims'Reeves was,
curiously enough, both idolized and hated
by the English public. To account for
this,it must be borne in mind that he never
could be depended on to fulfil his engage
ments. This gave a start to all sorts of
stories about his beiug a confirmed drunk,
ard. Bat they were utterly untrue, as the
fact that he has retained his voice to his
present age conclusively proves. The
truth is that his throat was always most
delicate; a simple journey by rail was often
sufficient to make him “as hoarse as a
crow.” In the height of summer he did not
dare to walk across Hyde Park without as
many wraps around his neck as an ordinary
man would wear with the thermometer be
low zero. Reeves was a native of Wool
wich, and as a boy attracted the attention
of the officers of the garrison by his musical
talent. He began his career as a baritone,
and the real register of hip voice was not
discovered for some time. Even in those
early days his throat was most susceptible
to cold and fatigue, and after any severe
exertion he was liable to spit blood. Much
of his subsequent success was due to the
care taken of him by his wife, who sacri
ficed her own musical career for the sake
of looking after that of her husband. She
took as much care of him as a trainer does
of the favorite of the Derby, and during
years and years waited for him behind the
scenes with beef tea, gargles and other
restoratives. The report about Reeves’
habits of intoxication arose from his fond
ness for beef tea. He was accustomed to
carry about with him a pocket flask of that
nutritious but insipid beverage,and persons
seeing him constantly interviewing the
little bottle, jumped at the conclusion that
it contained brandy.
‘ ‘Now, my dear, ” said Mr. Spoopendyke,
as he sat down opposite his wife and began
to shuffle a pack of cards, “now I’m going
to amuse you with a few tricks. I think a
man ought to entertain his wife in the
evening and be some society to her, and as
I know a few simple tricks with cards I’ll
amuse yon.”
“I am so glad you are not like some
other men,” said Mrs. Spoopendyke, giv
ing her chair a hitch; “you don’t go out to
clubs or sit around in barrooms all the
evening. I always liked card tricks and
I'm sure you can do them if anybody
can.”
Mr. Spoopendyke Bmiled and held the
pack open like a fan for his wife to se
lect.
“Let me see,” said she, patting her fin
gers to her lips. “I am to pick out one,
am I ?”
“Yes,” he responded eagerly, with the
ace of spades sticking three quarters of the
way out toward her. “Pick out the easiest
one to grab at and I’ll show yon a pretty
trick.”
Mrs. Stioopendyke ignored the tempting
ace and selected one from the extreme end
of the fan.
“Mast I look st it,” she asked ?”
“Certainly,” responded Mr. Spoopen
dyke. “Look at it and remember whit it
She looked at it and studied it care
fully.
“Now,” continued Mr. Spoopendyke,
“stick it back in the pack anywhere,” ana
lie divided it and held it toward her.
“You mustn’t know what it is, must
you?” she asked.
“Of course not. You are are to put it in
the pack, and by and by I will tell you
what it is.”
Mrs. Spoopendyke jabbed it half way
into the centre of one of the two aections,
as Mr. Spoopendyke held them.
“Strange you can’t put it between ’em
as you ought to,” he growled. “A man
would have fixed it an hour ago.”
“It won’t go in,” pleaded Mrs. Spoopen
dyke, as she punched away at it. “I know
what’s the matter, why your little finger is
right in the way. “There, ” she continued,
as she seized the pack and drove the card
home, “now it’s in. Now yo8 can go
or with vour trick. ”
Of course Mr. Spoonpendyke had lost
all chance of finding out what the card
was.
“Now just draw another,” he said, sav
agely. “and put it where I tell you to.
I’m doing this trick, not you. All you’ve
got to do is to draw and then let things
alone.”
“Oh!” said Mrs; Spoopendyke, some
what disconcerted, “I didn’t understand it.
Now give me one.”
She took it and slipped it into the pack,
just where Mr. Spoopendyke wanted her
to. Mr. Spoopendyke put the two sections
together so that the selected card came on
the bottom, and seeing that it was the
seven of hearts, shuffled the cards briskly
and then handed them to his wife.
“In order to show you that it is ail
fair,” said he in a cheerful tone, “Yon
may shulSe them yourself, Mrs. Spoopen
dyke, shuffle as much as you like.”
“She slammed them around and spilled
them for two or three minutes.
‘‘You might leave something to designate
them by,” said Mr. Spoopendyke, eyeing
the performance askance. ‘’Never mind
the edges or corners, but leave a chip or
two of the middle so I will know that they
are cards wher you get through.”
Mrs. Spoopendyke handed them over
*/m jnerry over without further parley. Mr. Spoopendyke
ran tno —Hz raw uo-ajiy. and selecting
the seven of hearts, placed it on vne z, “r
the pack.
“Now, I will deal you some cards which
you must watch,” said he, and he dealt
half a dozen, noting that the seven of hearts
was on the bottom.
“Now, my dear,” if your card is in that
pack pick it out and hand me the rest.”
She handed them back to him and run
ning off all but the last three, he laid them
in a pile in the middle of the table.
“Now take up one, but don’t look at
it,” said Mr. Spoopendyke, with
smile.
She took it up and laid it one aide.
“Now another,” said he grinning.
She repeated the operation.
“Now, Mrs. Spoopendyke, I’ll trouble
you to pick up that last card and turn it
facs up.” .
Mrs. Spoopendyke did so. It was the
jack of clubs,
Mr. Spoopendyke gazed at her and the
card, while she sat waiting for the trick to
go on.
“Was that your card ?” he demanded.
“I don’t think so,” she answered,
vaguely.
"Don’t think so!” he thundered; “don’t
you know ?”
“Yes. It wasn't my card, was it?” she
answered, trembling a little.
“Yes. Was it?” he snarled. “Do you
know what card you picked out, or don't
you ?”
“Why I took up those and then that one
you told me to in the pack was the one I
I said you made—”
“Mrs. Spoopendyke, what card did you
select ?” he asked, with awful sternness.
“Why, it was the other one, the ace of
queens—”
“You picked out the ace of queens!”
with fearful sarcasm. “I’d like to know
where you found it You must have
reached your arm in up to the shoulder to
have got hold of it. I’ll show you the
card you picked out, Mrs. Spoopendyke; it
was the seven of hearts;” and he scurried
through the pack three or four times, but
didn’t find it. Finally, he looked over the
table and caught her attentively examining
something in her lap.
“What have you got there, eh?” be
asked, suspiciously.
“Nothing, dear, but my card. You know
you told me to pick it out
you the balance—”
Mr. Spoopendyke went straight to bed,
with the remark that next season his wife
would go to some well selected night
school.
Would you keep your rosy complexion,
wear thick soled shoes.
Would yon enjoy quiet content, do away
with airs and pretences.
Would yon have others respect your
opinions, hold and never disown them your
self.
Would you have good health, go out in
the sunshine.. Sickness is worse than
freckles.
Would you respect yooraelf, keep your
heart and body clean.
Would you retain the love of a friend, do
not be selfishly exacting.
Would you gain the confidence of buai-
uess men, do not try to support tbe atyleof
your employer.
Would yon never be told a lie, do not
ask personal questions.
Would you sleep well and have a good
appetite attend to yonr bnsineea.
Would you have tbe respect of men,
never permit youipelf to indulge in vulgar
conversation.