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Cedartown Advertiser
Published every Thursday by ID. BTREEMAN.
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OLD SERIES—VOL. VIII-NO. 2.
CEDARTOWN, GA., FEBRUARY 10, 1881.
NEW SERIES—VOL. III-NO. 9.
CHARLES E. WEST,
Attorney at Law,
CEDARTOWN, Georgia.
xw~ special attention to Collection ot Claims.
Office up stairs In Ledbetter t Goode Building.
C. G. JANES,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
CEDARTOWN, GA.
Hr offlee In the court HoHse. feblUy
DES. LIDDELL & SON,
PHYSICIANS AND SURGEONS
OIHCI BAST SIDE OF MAIN ST.
CEDARTOWN, GA
W. G. ENGLAND,
Physician and Surgeon.
CEDARTOWN, GA
OFFICE over J. A. Wynn’s where be may be
found ready to attend calls either day or night*
JaniMy
DE. C. H. HAEEIS,
Physician and Surgeon,
Cedartown. G-a.
B. FISHEE,
Watchmaker & Jeweler,
CEDARTOWN, GA.
Having lust opened out a shop at the store of
a. D. Hogg A Co., respecttully requests the
public to call on him when needing work in his
fine. lebs-tt
W. F. TUENEE,
Attorney at Law.
CEDARTOWN, GA.
Will practice In the Superior Courts of Polk,
PaU dlng, Earal-on, Floyd and Carroll counties,
special attention given to collections and real
estate business. marll-ly
DE. L. S. LEDBETTEE,
DENTIST,
CEDARTOWN, - - - GEORGIA.
All Dental work performed In the most skill
ful manner. Olllce over J. S. Stubbs A Co. ’s.
flebft-iy
W. M, PHILLIPS & CO.,
MANUFACTURER’S AGENTS FOR
Machinerj of all Kinds.
Sixty-four different makes of Steam Engines and Boilers ranging
from 3 to 40 horse-power—new and second-hand—all at yery low prices.
Also agents for the
Albany and Brown Cotton Gin,
PACKING, SCREWS, SEPARATORS, THRESHERS, CORN MILLS
and Farming Implements in general. We had a fine trade in this line
last year, and general satisfaction was given. We are also
Dealers in General Merchandise*
And have In store a well selected stock of
DEY GOODS, NOTIONS, BOOTS, SHOES,
HATS, CAPS, CLOTHING AND GEOCEEIES,
All of which we wiU seU low, either for each or to prompt paying time cus
tomers. We are agents for GEORGE A CLARK’S
«©. N. T.” Thread,
And will sell at retail and also will job It to merchant! at regular whole
sale prices.
10,000 Pounds of Wool Wanted.
We will pay highest prices for all the washed wool brought to us.
Persons contemplating the erection of buildings may save money by
calling on us for prices of LUMBER, LATHS and SHINGLES. Come and
see us.
W. M. PHILLIPS & CO.,
Cedartown, G-a.
DR G. W. STRICKLAND
DENTIST,
CEDARTOWN, - - - Georgia,
Having permanently located in Cedartown,
offers his professional services to the public,
guaranteeing first-class work and reasonable
charges to all patrons. oct2l-iy
JAMES H. PEICE,
CEDARTOWN, GA
Keeps on hand and manufactures to order
MATTRESSES!
My work recommends itself wherever used,
and Is guaranteed to render the most pe.fect
satisfaction. No flimsy material used, no work
slighted. I ask a trtaL JAMES. H. PRICE.
lebis-ly.
ISAAC T. ME2,
CEDARTOWN, GA.,
—dealer in-
STOVES TINWARE,
Hardware and Hollow-Ware,
OF ALL KINDS.
House-Furnishing Goods
A SPECIALTY.
Xvery variety ot lob work in my line neatly
done. I respectfully solicit the patronage ot
me pubUo, and would be pleased to have all my
moods and customers call and see me when fn
town. I. T. ABB
jana-ly
R O M E
Cotton and Produce Exchange,
27 BROAD STREET, EOME, Ga.
BRANCH OF THE
Atlanta Public Produce, Cotton and Stock Exchange.
J. F. CUMMINGS & CO., Managers.
Quotations from an the Principal Cotton and Produce Markets received Dally, quoting
ail Changes In the Market, which are free to the public.
Future Transactions In Cotton, Gram and Provisions. dec23-3m
tr Call or send for Circular Explaining Method of Doing Business.
A. J.'YOUNG,
DEALER IN
STAR BARBER SHOP.
WEST SIDS MAIN STREET.
CLEAN TOWELS and plenty of BAY RUM al
ways at hand. Everything neat and systematic
about my shop, and customers promptly and
politely waited on. Am prepared to
Clean Clothing.
Bring me your worn and faded garments and
have them made to look as good as new. I
guarantee perfect satisfaction in all branches
of my business.
The repairing of Umbrellas a Specialty.
nov35-ly LEWIS BOND.
J. F. EAVES.
Restaurant and Confectionery
EAST SIDE OF NORTH MAIN STREET.
W" Meals Served at all Honrs.
D. H. LEDBETTER,
Watchmaker & Jeweler,
CEDARTOWN, Ga.
All kinds of Repairing of watches. Clocks
and Jewelry done promptly and satisfactorily.
Watches, Clocks and Jewelry of all kinds fur
nished to order on short..notice.
I am prepared to do
PHOTOGRAPHING
IN ALL ITS BBANCHKS.
My Gallery is fitted ufi la good style, and I an*
prepared to tarnish
GOOD PICTURES.
LIVERY, FEED
—AND—
SALE STABLE!
Wright & Johnson, Propers.
CEDARTOWN Gsonoia.
I with new Bones, New Te-
Gins
Corn and Rye Whiskies, Wine
and Brandies.
Noyes Warehouse - - CEDARTOWN, Ca.
SOLE AGENT FOR COX, HILL & THOMPSON’S
STONE MOUNTAIN WHISKIES
In Cedartown.
I keep each Liquors as may be used as a beverage or for medical
purposes with perfect safety. JgT Give me a call. Good treatment
guaranteed. mr!8-ly
MOTHERHOOD.
“Her lot is on you”—woman’s lot abe meant,
The singer who sang sweetly long ago ;
And rose and yew and tender myrtle blent.
To crown the harp that rang to love and
woe,
Awake, O Poetess, and vow one strain
To s.ng of Motherhood, its joy its pain.
What does it giva to ns, this mother love-
in verse and tale and legend glorified.
Chosen by lips divine as type above
Ail o'.ber passions ! Men have lived and
died
For sisters maidon queens, and oheriBhed
. wives,
Yet, sealed by God, the one chief love sur
vives.
Yet what Is it it gives us ? Shrinking dread,
Peril and pain, and agony forgot,
Beoscse we hoid the ray of gladness shed.
By the first cry from lips that know ns not,
Worth all that has been paid, is yet to pay,
For the new worship, bora and crowned that
day,
Then nursing, teaching, training, self-denial,
That never knows itaelf, so deep it lies.
The eager takiog np cf every trial,
To smooth Spring’s pathway, light her April
skies;
Watching and guiding, loving, longing, pray-
ing.
No coldness daunting, and no wrong dismay
ing.
And whan the lovely bud to blossom wakes,
And when the soft shy dawn-Btar flashes
bright.
Another hand the perfect flower takes,
Another wicB the gladness of the light;
A sweet soft, clinging, fond farewell is given;
8 ill a farewell, and then alone with Heaven.
With Heaven! Will He take the tired heart.
The God who gave the child and formed the
mother,
Who sees her strive to play her destfhed part
And smiling yield htr darling to another!
Ay, on Pi" cross He thought of Mary’s woe ;
He pitiea still the mothers left below.
Managing a Man.
Nellie Davis was the prettiest, sweetest,
best, and dearest little girl in Hillsburg;
and when Tom Carter fell head over heels
in love with her, nobody blamed him in
the least. And when the parson gave iris
blessing, and they went to commence
housekeeping in a cozy, little house on the
south side of the town, everybody prophe
sied all sorts of happiness for the pretty
bride. And, truth to tell, Nellie Carter
was verv happy. It is a pleasant thing to
go to housekeeping for the first time, with
everything new and shiny; and if you have
somebody you love very much for a com
panion, it IS still pleasanter. Now Nellie,
did love that big, blundering Tom Carter
with all her might and main, and there
was only one thing to disturb her perfect
peace. She was the very pink of tidiness,
and Tom was the most careless fellow alive.
He kept his person neat and nice—bui his
personal belongings anything else. Tom
would persist in tossing his slippers under
the parlor sofa, to have them handy. In
vain did she gently suggest that the rack
in the hail was the place for his hat and
overcoat. Tom would fling bis overcoat,
damp or dry, on her pretty, Bmootldy-made
bed, sod drop his hat anywhere. In vam
did tidy Kellie make a place for everything
for Tom invariably tossed everything in
some other place. Now little Mrs. Kellie
was only human, and Tom’s slovenly way 8
annoyed her exceedingly. She was re'
solved not to spoil the peace of her cozy
home by scolding, but how to cure him she
oould not tell. She bore it with the patience
of an angel, until one morniDg after he had
gone to his offlee, she went into the parlor,
and there lay Tom’s heavy shawl right
across the table, ruthlessly crushing be
neath it the pretty trifles which lay upon
the marble table.
‘•Now I can’t stand this and I won t!”
said Nellie, as she carefully raised the
shawl from the delicate treasures and dis
covered the ruins of a favorite Bohemian
BAKER & HALL,
DEALERS IN
GENERAL HARDWARE,
SUOEC AS
“I don’t know what to do, but this 1
won’t have!” she continued,the little
bit of wifely snap which e^Jgood wife
must have if she expects to get on at all
with that occasionally unreasonable ani-
mal—a man.
Some way must he discovered to cure
Tom of such performances as this!” went
on Mrs. Nellie as she removed the ruins of
her vase, and all the morning she went
aliout the house with scarlet Ups closely
compressed and a little flash in her brown
eyes, which argued well for Master Tom’s
domestic subjection.
And when a determined woman says
“must” and “shall” mascuUne insubordi
nation might as well surrender at once.
Before Mrs. NeUie closed her bright eyes
that mght she had arranged her plans for
the campsign against her Uege lord, who
slept the sleep of the innocent at her side.
But she meant to give him one more
chance.
go, after breakfast, when Tom drew on
his boots and gave his slippers their usual
toss under the sofa, she gently said, “Tom,
dear, hadn’t you better put your sUppers in
the passage of the bed-room?’ .
‘No, let ’em alone; they’ll be handy to
night,” said Tom.
‘But Tom, dear, they look so untidy.”
•Why no they don’t. A thing looks as
well in one place as another. What’s the
use of a man's having a home if he can’t
keep things where he wants to?” said re
bellious Tom.
“What’s the use of keeping a wife and a
servant on their feet all day to pick up
things after you?” asked NeUie, without
the least show of temper.
“Don’t pick ’em up at all. Just let ’em
alone, and then 1 can find ’em when I want
’em,” declared Master Tom, as he gave her
a kiss and took himself off.
And the moment the door closed on him
Nellie’s red lips compressed again and her
brown eyes wore the same look they had
worn yesterday.
“War it is, thonl” she said to herself.
“Now Master Tom, we shall see who wins,
and will be prepared to furnish goods in our line as cheap as 1 ghe set quietly about the usual morning's
v L . » OJ „„ „ work of a mistreat of a house where only
_ —- ~ one servant Is kept, end when Tom come
to lunch every thing waa in it* usual goad
order.
\
It remained so, and NeUie busied herself
with her needle-work until nearly time foi
Tom to return to dinner.
Then sho rose to put away herself, to
“open the campaign. *’
First she put Tom’s Blippers where
he always left them under the sofa.
Then she tossed her shawl upon the
piano, and his best hat on the table.
Then she brought some of her dresses
and flung them across the chairs and on the
sofa.
Her furs reposed in Tom’s own especial
arm chair, and her best bonnet kept Tom’s
slippers company under the sofa, while
her own slippers lay upon the chiffonier.
And theu, thinking that temaie ingenuity
could make no greater sacrifice than her
Sunday bonnet, she took a piece of crotchet
work t od sat down.
Presently the door opened and in walked
Master Tom.
He give a low whistle of surprise as he
glance- at the unwonted disorder, and at
Nellie sitting calmly in the midst with her
crotchet work, and then came into the
room.
“Haven’t been putting things to rights,
NelUe?” he asked.
“No, no. Why?” said Nellie looking up
in sweet unconsciousness.
“I thought maybe you had been, that’s
all,” remarked Tom dryly, as he looked for
a place to sit down.
NelUe quietly pursued her work.
Presi ntly Tom said, “Paper came this
evening?”
“Not yet,” answered NelUe.
Tom gave a haif sigh.
“NelUe, I met Granger just now, and he
said ho would call around this evening. ”
‘•Very weU; probably he won’t come be
fore dinner. It wiU be ready soon, ” said
Nellie, working away in demure inno
cencc.
“Hadn’t you better put things a little to
rights, before he comes?” said Tom glanc
ing uneasily around the room.
“Oh, no. Just let ’em lie,” answered
NelUe, sweetly.
“But they look so bad,” said Tom.
“Oh, no, they don’t,” said NelUe, as
sweetly as before. “A thing looks as well
in one place as another.’
Tom’s face reddened.
“1 never saw your room look Uke this
before,” he said hesitatingly. “I should
not Uke to have any one 6tep in.”
Why not?” said NelUe. “We might
as well keep things handy. What’s the
use of having a house, if you can’t keep
things where you want to?”
Tom’s face got redder and redder. He
tried to look serious, and then broke into a
laugh.
“Oh, that’s your game is it?” he fiaid-
“Trying to heat me with my own weapons
are ywi, little woman?”
‘“W&li, don’t 'you like the plan?” said
Nellie demurely.
“No, by George, I don’t,” said Tom.”
“Well, then, I’ll make a bargain with
you. As long as you keep your things in
their places, I’ll do the same; bnt when
ever you don’t—”
“Ob, Iwill!” said Tom. “ComeNelUe,
I’ll confess Uke a man—you have beat me
this time. Only just put things right in
this awful room, and I’ll never throw any
thing down again. There, now, let’s kiss
and make up as the children say.”
NeUie rose, and laughingly held up her
sweet mouth for a kiss of peace.
And then under the magic influence of
her deft fingers, confusion was suddenly
banished; and when Mr. Granger came
round to spend the evening he decided that
nobody had a prettier wife or a tidier home
than his friend Tom Carter.
Wise little NelUe, having gained posses
sion of the matrimonial field, took good
care to keep it untU Tom was quite cured
of his careless habits.
Sometimes he seemed threatened with a
relapse; but Nellie, instead of scolding,
only had quietly to bring something of her
own and lay it beside whatever he had
tossed down, and it was sure to be put
away immediately, for Toni seldom failed
to take the hint.
And if some other little woman, as tidy
and clean as NeUie, takes a hint also, this
story will have served its purpose.
A Man vritli Horns.
A man with two horns growing out of
his head is a curiosity not seen every day.
Such a character, however, exists in Alex
andria, Virginia, and thither a reporter di
rected his way. The possessor of the horns,
a negro named Droy Redick, was fourid
eating his dinner in a colored boarding
house at the comer of Alfred and Prince
streets. He is a pure blooded African of
coal black hue, medium height, with gray
heard and iron gray hair. He is a little
over sixty-four years oi age, is apparently
quite intelligent, and would appear asquite
an ordinary negro were it not that out of
his forehead, a little to the left of the left
eye, two boms are growing. The longest,
which curves over the left eye and ob
structs the view, is three and a half inches
long and three-quarters of an inch thick.
It is a hard, bony substance and looks pre
cisely like a sheep’s horn. The other,
which comes from the same root, is two
inehes long and one-quarter of au inch in
diameter. It growB toward the right and
is curved. A'very singular feature is that
the horns are not attached to the skull.
They seemed to grow from underneath the
skin of the forehead and can be moved to
and fro. In answer to a question Redick
stated that he had just arrived in Alexan
dria from WilUamston, Martin county, N.
C., which place he had left at the solicita
tion of H. J. Howell, a colored man, who
proposes to exhibit hint. When asked if
he experienced any pain from the anotnal
ous growth on his forehead he ans
wered :—
“No; but when it first began to grow I
felt some pain.”
“When was that?”
When I was thirty-five years of age
I began to feel a pain in my forehead,
and in a short time I felt a hard substance,
which ultimately developed into horns.”
Have they given you any trouble
since?”
‘Not the least. I perform my work
without any trouble or inconvenience.”
“Did any of your ancestors have a simi
lar affliction?”
“My grandmother, when about my age,
had a horn or horny excrescence growing
from her left arm. She had it cut off and
in four days she died. ”
“That will prevent you from allowing a
similar experiment?”
“It will. I do not propose to allow any
experiments to be perforated on me.”
“Have you any children ?”
“I have.”
“Have any of them horns ?"
“None; though 1 have a daughtes over
forty years of age with thirteen children.”
“Do the horns still grow ?”
“Yes."
“Did the people in your neighborhood
regard them as remarkable ?”
“They were so used to seeing them that
they did not think they were anything un
usual,” answered the horned man in con
clusion.
Blazinir Enrs.
Thanksgiving evening a party of men
assembled at “Tommy” Gent’s bar-room,
Oil Citv, and after comparing nots and tell
ing some big stories about the amount of
turkey consumed, the conversation gradual
ly drifted to the comparative siie of the
chests of the parties present. Finally some
one proposed that they measure chests. A
tape line was accordingly produced and
the measuring commenced. Each party
swelled his chest to its greatest capacity,
and the measuring continued with au abun
dance of mirth and good humor. At Iasi
Gent took the line, passed it around the
chest of 31. Quinn, and was apparently
greatly pleased with the result. To ex
press his satisfaction he placed his hand on
either side of Quinn’s head, and commenced
rubbing his ears. He had drawn his bauds
across the ears only twice when he was
frightened nearly out of his wits by seeing
a bright flame shoot quickly upward,
reaching nearly to the ceiling. The friction
caused by rubbing the ears seemed to have
caused the sparks which ignited the hair;
and the blaze sprang up almost instantly.
To say that Gent was horrified is putting it
mild. He thought he had been the invol
untary tool used to bring about Quinn’s
destruction by fire. The reader can ima
gine what his feeling; would he were he to
simply place his bauds on a friend's ear
and insiantly he should find the friend’s
head in flames. Gent sprang back, threw
up his hands and ejaculated:
“My God what is it ?”
And still the flames rolled on.
Gent's face turned pale, and the other
gentlemen in the party made room for the
human flambeau, who, as he hastily paced
the room, reminded one forcibly of the Cir-
cas sian beauty with the red porcupine hair,
only he had fire instead of hair. Some cf
the inmatesof the room yelled “Fire, lire,”
to our having such a jolly party on the fif
teenth our birthday, you know. There’s
to be a dinner party fust, and then we are
to have music and singing, and a dance,
and you must come.”
“I will come with pleasure, and do all I
can to amuse your guests, and I’ll play lor
the dancing; then you need not trouble to
engage any one.”
And then the lessons are given, and Ger-
ty returns borne in the dark, drizzly Janu
ary evening, forgetting all about the party,
and thinking of nothing bnt her lost song. ,
“What a lovely girl!” Tom Wentwor^l
remarks to his cousin. Ethel Harmon, uext
evening, as Gerty makes her appearance in
the drawing-room. Who is she? I fancy
I have seen her before.”
“Yes, sue does loos lovely to-night,”
Ethel rejoins. “She is 3Iiss Carnegie, our
music mistress, and I'll introduce you to
her presently. But you must come and
sing first. You can spoon aiterward. Come
I’ll play your accompaniment if you like.
What will you sing? Tom Bowling?”
“No; I’ve sung that at every party these
last three years. I'll sing a new song, and
play my own accompaniment by heart,
thank you all the same, Etty.”
And Mr. Wentworth seats himself at the
piano.
What is that?
“Flow down, sweet rivulet, to the sea.”
Gerty listens with straining ears. Is she
dreaming? Her own song! How dare any
one—
Mr. Wentworth has a good tenor voice,
and sings simply and unaffectedly,and with
j intelligent interpretation, and somehow
Gerty is more deeply affected by her own
song than she lias ever been before.
The sang ceases, and Gerty still stands
listening. She hears the comments and
plaudits on the sing and the singer, and
her heart exults.
She steps from her hiding place present-
and others of a more religious turn of mind j jy^ a . |( ; j g immediately accosted by Ethel
commenced praying. Gent s kuees were j j f armon with a request to take the now va-
beating the devil s tatoo on each other as ! seat at the piano,
he nervously clung to the counter. He j ‘■ 1t first let me introduce my cousin,
subsequently said lie thought the master Wentworth, 3Iiss Curnegie. Has he
mechanic from Hades had surely come to j a splendid voice, and did he not sing
fl‘ ln - j that lovely song splendid?”
Finally, after some lively work, the man j »\y 0 uld you object to teUing me from
whose head was being cremated succeeded ; w hom y 0 u obtained that song, 3Ir. Went-
in extinguishing the conflagration without ! %vor ttY?’’ Gerty asks.
calling out the hire Department. As soon . “Not at all It was in the oddest way.
as he had the lire under control his com- £ found it in front of a railway carriage at
pamons regained their senses and gradually j Waterloo station, probably dropped there
approached him. ] by a young lady who had been singing it
“Sure and I didn t know that it was ; about hail a dozen times in the carriage,
loaded,’ said Gent. I fancying herself alone, I imagine, and—”
“Do you have such spells often? asked
another.
“I knew that you were gassing fearful
ly,” chimed in a third, “but I didn’t think
that you would go off in that way.”
And so they continued, while the man
who was indulging iu the torchlight pro-
Ready-Made Plows, Plow Stocks, Nails, Iron auc
Steel, Spades, Shovels, Hoes, Rakes,
Manure Forks, Ete. *
BUGGY WHEELS. SHAFTS, POLES AND CIRCLES,
WECBHLBAB.H.OWS,
SAWS, FILES, LOCKS, HINGES, CHAINS, ETC.\
We have just opened a Hardware House in Cedartown,
ask a trial in Goods and Prices. We are
Strictly in the Hardware Business,
The Smaller Boy look the Cue.
A jolly clergyman in Rondout, New
York, has two sons, both bright, obedient,
and well trained lads, but mischievous and
fun-loving, as boys can be. It is the cus
tom of the father to havo his boys learn a
verse of of scripture every day, and recite
it each morning. In accordance with this
custom, a few/lays since the lads were
called upon by their father to repeat their
verses for the'day. It happened to be a
time when the skating was eood, a sport of
which all active boys are devotees and the
boys naturally burned with eager desire to
be off to the frozen field. But discipline
must be maintained, as they well knew,
and there was nc escape from the daily
scripture recitation. The elder of the boys
had learned his text and was ready for the
ordeal, and when asked to repeat it prompt
ly replied: “I had rather be a door-keep
er in the licuse of my God than to dwell in
the tents of wickedness,” and he “slid
out,” happy at his release. The younger
lad had quite forgotten to learn his text,
but his wit came to his rescue, “ak) would
I, father,” he shouted, and off he ran to
join his brother. There is reason to believe
The longevity of the Cape Cod people is
proverbial, as is also their pluck and reto,
lution. These qualities had au amusing
illustration on oue of the Old Colony pas
senger trains recently. Tne car was well-
filled, and comfortably resting well toward
the centre was an aged lady, sweet faced
and gentle oi mien, ace mpanied by her
daughter. At one of the stations there en
tered an alert, smart old lady, quick in
speech and movement. Taking a seat di
rectly in front of the first old lady, whom
she quietly surveyed a few moments, she
commenced:
“Going far marm?”
“To New Bedford,” was the reply.
“Is your home there, marm?”
“No, it i3 on the Cape. I’m to visit a
daughter in New Bedford.”
•May I ask your age?”
‘Certainly; eighty-four years.”'
‘La, you show it. Now, I’ve just been
iviaiting for a few weeks, and am on my
way home. There is a few things 1 want
to 6ee to there, and straighten out, and then
I’m off for another visit. 1 travel about a
good deal, much to some folks’ annoyance,
because I’m so old. But when 1 can’t take
care of myself I’ll stop. I can hold my
own yet with conductors and baggage mas
ters, and don’t take none of their sass,
though i don’t find much of that on this
road. Now how old do you take me to
be?”
“I cannot guess; how old are you?” was
the response.
‘Ninety-eight—going on ninety-nine.
And I say when I can’t take care of myself
I’ll stop traveling; when 1 can’t see to
thread a needle I’ll stop sewing, and wnen
I can’t enjoy living I’ll stop breathing. See
there now. But 1 get out here. Name?
Yes, it’s Nancy Randall, and I live at
31arion. Come and see me. Good-bye.”
And with a nod and a smile the young
woman of neariy a century .passed quickly
down the aisle with the step of almost a
girl, leaving the passengers almost in wen
der at her remarkable vigor and vitality
The first old lady, who is the mother of
one of the Old Colony’s trusted conductors,
really appeared to grow young again as she
commented upon the superior smartness of
her aged friend. Nowhere but on the
Cape Cod tram could such a scene be du
plicated! Eighty-four and ninety-eight,
off on a lark. “Such larks!”
they ©an b® bought i® any *ixiarkjjt. Give us a trial before
going elsevrhare.
physiological Changes Accoralng to Zones.
Medical authority is now pretty gener
ally agreed in regard to the fact of the im
portant physiological change induced in
the human economy by a change of climate
—as from temperate to tropical, and the
reverse—especially jn respect to the pecu
liarities of respiration, the pulse, tempera
ture of the body, kidneys and skin, and
weight and strength. Thus, in the matter
of respiration, the result of many experi
ments shows that, m the tropics, there is
an increase in the capacity of the cheat for
air, with a decrease of the number of re
spirations, from which it follows that the
lungs, unaltered in size, contains leas blood
and more air id tropical than in temperate
climates, the blood being in pert diverted
to the excited skin and liver. It ia calcu
lated that, in a tropical climate, the lungs
eliminate less carbon, to the extent of half
cession proceeded to explain.
It seems that Quinn is a baker of bread,
and while at worh frequently has occasion
to look in the ovens, which • are dark.
When doing so he merely strikes a match.
Iu order to have the matches handy, he
acquired a habit of carrying a handful of
matches back of liis ears.
Using ears fora match safe is a new idea,
and should be patented.
incying herself alone, 1 imagine,
He comes to a fail stop, and a look of
amazed recognition comes into bis face as
he notices (Arty’s confusion.
“By Jove! you are the young lady. I’ve
been waiting to find you ever since. I
tried to trace you at the time, hut you had
vanished, and I have been advertising tor
yon the whole of last week.”
‘•I never see the papers. I am so glad
it is found, for 1 wanted to take it to the
publishers. ” ' .
“Then it is your own coriSposittou! 1
had no idea of it.”
Then the petition for a song from her
being repeated she complies, and she sings
and looks her very best, and Toni Went
worth gazes and listens in rapt admiration.
It etting Codfish.
For many years, in the early days.of the
codfishery, the only method of taking the
fish was by the use of what are now termed
hand lines, to distinguish them from set
lines qf trawls. At length trawl fishing was
introduced, to the ,intense disgust of the
hand-liner3, who declared that the trawlers
would kill off all the fish, or at least thin
them out to such an extent as to destroy the
fishing business; but the use ot trawls be
came more and more common, until now
the hand-line fishing done is but trifling.
Recently we were informed that a new meth
od of capturing codfish had been introduced,
to wit: the employment of a gill net, with
which the trawlers were as much displeased
that parental discipline in this case will be as the hand linen were with the trawls on
suffered to relax in the father’s apprecia- tqeir first appearance. This statement we
tion and enjoyment of his hopeful’s quick ‘ ”— 1 ”” “
wit.
were at first Inclined to regard as a “fish
story,” but we are assured that it is true,
and that cod nets are in use by screral ves
sels, one of them being the Northern Eagle
of Gloucester Mass., with satisfactory re
sults to the parties using them. The eod
net is described as by no means a costly
affair. The cod keeps near the bottom of
the sea, and in consequence the net is only
made about three fathoms wide; the ordin
ary seine twine is used, and the meshes
spread ten inches, so that only the large
fish are taken. One edge of the net is
weighted, to keep it on the bottom, the
other edge being buoyed by hollow balls
of glass; the net is set with anchors at
each end, left out over night, the same ee
a trawl, and hauled in at the first opportun
ity. We can see no reason why this plan
should not work well, and no valid objec
tion* to its use. The mesh used being so
large, the small and unmarketable fish—of
which thousands upon thousands are killed
niwi thrown away by the trawlers—will not
be taken at all; and the expense of pro-
aa ounce in the twenty-four hours, than in,—, - ..
the temperate cones, hence, In hot coun- curing bait, and tka disagreeable and te
tris^ the diet should be lew carbonaceous, j diou* job of baiting trpwls are avoided.
au oil fire.
Gerty Carnegie’s Song.
However, the matches being Stored iu the evening he persuades her to
away iu the suburbs of Quian s ears, they ! through a quadrille with him, and
were ignited by coming in contact with j pre3enl iy _
Gent’s hands, which were made rough by I — qi tell you what, Miss Carnegie. Let
honest toil, file hair wa3 oiiy, anti what j me song lothe publishers. I am
followed was nothing more nor less than j pcrsona jiy acquainted with Mr. W- ,
and althoega your charming song can stand
on its own merit, yet the.-e publishers are
‘kittle catlle,’ and perhaps I may be able
to manage it better for you than you could
yourself.”
Gerty gladly accepted the offer. The
song i3 putiiished. Uertv does not know
till many months later that it has been at
Tom’s expense,and the business necesitates
so many interviews between the two young
people that nobody is very much surprised
when, in the merry month of June, Gerty
Carnegie is turned into Mrs. Thomas Went
worth.
•Ten minutes to ten—if I hurry I shall
catch the ten fifteen train. ”
So saying, Gerty Garnegie, with deft
fingers, rolled up a piece of manuscript
music and then ran up stairs to equip her
self for the expedition to town.
Gerty is in deep mourning. Only five
months ago she lost her noble father, a
captain of an ocean steamer, that was lo3t,
with all souls on board, among the ice
bergs.
He has left his widow and only child
wholly unprovided for, and they have to
depend upon their own exertions for the
means of subsistence.
Bo Gerty, who is a brave girl, as well as
a pretty one, has thrown herself, with her
whole youthful energy, into the task of
teaching ntUBic, and has attempted a com
position. It is a song set to Tennyson’s
“Fiow down, cold rivuis 1 , to the sea.”
This precious work of art, neatly copied,
she is now on the point of taking up to one
of the music publishers in London.
She hurries to the Putney station, and
jumps into an empty-lookiug second-class
carriage.
There’s no one with her in the carriage,
so Gerty begins to sing her song; she has
a clear and sympathetic mezzo-soprano,
and, pleased with her own performance,
repeats her song over and over again.
Suddenly she is startled by a coagh be
hind her, and, oh! horror! she beholds in
the far corner of the adjoining compart
ment a man.
Dreadful! Has she been giving an unso
licited concert to this abominable stranger,
who dares to sit there, and with admiring
impertinence takes off bi3 hat to her?
Luckily the train slackens speed at this
moment, and in her hurry to get rid of the
maD, Gerty is ever willing to risk her life
in an attempt at jumping out while the
js still in motion.
hank heaven!” she ejaculates as she
rapidly passes through the crowd of pas-
seugere aud hastens down toward the om
nibus she descries at the entrance of the
station.
As Gerty nears her destination she finds
to her dismay that the roll of music, which
she bad fancied was safe in her muff, had
vanished.
Tears rise to her eyes,and she desires the
conductor to stop, for she must go back to
the station and sec—au infinitesimal chance
—if she had lost it on the way from the
platform to the omnibus,
Gt course she finds nothing—not a trace
of the precious document, and, with dis
may, she remembers that she had commit
ted the imprudence to throw the rough copy
into the fire.
Seasonable Reflections!
Nothing is so exasperating to a man with
a cold in his head as the sight of his wife
bending over a fragrant hyacinth.
If you want to come out at the big end of
the horn this year, you must start in with
something more" than a lopsided diary and
a three cent pencil.
We’ve had our Thanksgiving turkey,
and it didn’t agree with us. But we mean
to try it over again if it take3 our last cant
for blue pills and stomach-bitters.
It's a very good thing at this time of the
year to swear off; but the man who in
dulges in seven cocktails and a “cobbler”
to celebrate the event and give him strength
to carry out his resolution is a trifle too
enthusiastic to hold out long.
If you are weighed down with an Over-
Dowering sense of fullness and too much
dinner, you had better give the seductive
pie a wide berth. It requires great tact,
profound judgment, and a copper-lined
stomach to keep a mince pie from rearing
up on its hind legs and starting out on the
war-path against seven -eighths of a pound
of turkey, plenty of “stuffin',’' five sweet
potatoes, seven pickles, three feet of cele
ry, a quart of cranberries and a liberal al
lowance of cider.
In the short space of two months, just
twelve hundred and sixty-three and a hall
(1263.5) Bernhardt jokes have been fjjed
upon a suffering puplici and yet not one of
them contained eveu ttie remotest allusion
to the fact that Sarah is about the size and
shape of a telegraph (pole. It is strange
that this important poiit should have been
overlooked.
A Deerhound's Sagaoity,
Herman Hutter aud Charles Whitman,
of Ylissoulia, Helena, armed with rifles and
accompanied by a deerhound, went up the
Rattlesnake river iu quest of- game. They
climbed the mountains to the left of the
stream and separated, taking opposite side*
of the ridge, in hopes of bagging a deer.
Whitman came down the Rattlesnake side
and soon after separating from his com
panion he slipped and fell, sliding some
Oh, mamma, I am the unluckiest girl j two hundred feet down the mountain side.
in this hateful world!” and she sobs forth
her pitiful tale.
Well, my poor dear child, don't cry
about it,” her mother says soothingly, “of
course it is very provoking, but after all,
it only entails a second copying. Where
is your rough copy?”
“Burned, momma.”
“But, Gerty, how silly. How could you
destroy it so thoughtlessly?”
He vainly endeavored to stop himself by
digging into the snow with his hands and
feet clutching at brush and saplings, till
just as he was about to be precipitiated
over the cliff into the Rattlesnake, some
forty feet below, he fortunately clasped a
strong .sapling with one hand, and was left
dangling in the air over the precipice. By
a strong effort he managed to clasp the
sapling with his arm in the elbow, and
“Oh, don’t scold, mamma. Never mind, ; grasping his wrist with the disengaged
it’s gone—and—I’ll—I’ll—never—write—
another, ” poor Gerty sobbed.
Nonsense; you’ll remember every note
oi it, and just write it out again, that is
alh”
“Never, mamma. It is a bad omen; it
tells me that I am not to succeed as a com
poser, so there's an end to that dream. And
now let us have some dinner, and then I
must go up to the terrace and give my les
sons at Mrs. Harmon's.”
In the afternoon she departs rather heavy-
hearted and with lagging steps on her daily
duty of teaching. At th* Hannon's she
finds her two pupils, the twine, Winney and
Ethel, in a state of glowing excitement.
I “Oh, 3Ii*s Carnegie, papa has consented
Hand, awaited his inevitable fall with des
peration. Ihe hound seeing his master
fall followed him to the edge of the cliff
and whined piteously at the predicament
of his human friend. Suddenly he dashed
over the hill like a deer aud disappeared.
When nearly exhausted, Whitman heard
his companion, Hutter, above him, com
panion, Hutter, abovehim, coming to his
assistance. He gathered renewed courage,
and held on desperately till Hotter came
down with a rope and rescued him from
his perilous position. Hutter sajs h* bad
gone but a short distance whan the dog ran
off. Repeating the strange mfomune,
Hutter suspected something, wnaged ~*
(allowed the dog to Whitman’s resets*.