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Cedartown Advertiser Published every Thursday by ID. BTREEMAN. Terms: SI.50 per annum, in advance. 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*.