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Published evely Thursday by D. B. FREEMAN.
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OLD SERIES-Y6L. YIIM* 0* 3Q. .
CEDARTOWN, GAi AUGUST 25,1881.
NEW SERIES—YOL. III-NO.37.
DR. C. H. HARR
Physician and Snine«%
Cedartown, ----- Gte.
Offloe at Bradford * Walker’s Dru* Stem.
Bealdence at tie Keece House. norls-U <
T
W. F-. TURNER, *
Attorney at Law.
I
CEDARTOWN, GA, ^ J
WHl practice In the Superior Court* Of to*,
Pau ding, Haral on. Floyd and Carrill confltl*.
ftpeclal attention given to collection? and real
•slate business. auriwr
DR. L. S. LEDBETTER,
‘ DENTIST,
CEDARTOWN,
GEORGIA.
ah Dental work performed In the moat skill.
Ml manner. Office over J. s. Stubhs k Co.’s.
dh <a. w. STRICKLAND^
/DENTIST,
CEDARTOWN, --- Georgia.
Having permanently located In Cedartown,
oirers his proresslonal services to the public,
gaaranteelnr nrat-class work and reasonable
■ to all patrons. - ocm-iy
DRS. LIDDELL & SON,
PHYSICIANS AND SURGEONS
•rncE east sins or haie ■
CEDARTOWN, GA
J«n8-ly
WEIGHTS
Livery and Feed Stable,
Cedartown, Ga.
B. FISHER,
Watchmaker & Jeweler,
CEDARTOWN, Ga.
Having Just opened out a shop In Cedartown,
respectfully requests the public to call on him
when needing work m his line.
STAR BARBER SHOP.
WEST SIDE MAIN STREET.
CLEAN TOWELS and plenty ot BAT RDM
always on hand. Everything neat and system
atic about my shop, and customers promptly
and politely waited on. I guaran ec perfect
aatlatactton In all brftches ot my business
ExHllvst Bulbing Rooms In Con nee
tlon with the shop.
LEWIS BOND.. "
D. H. LEDBETTER.
Watchmaker & Jeweler,
CEDARTOWN, Ga.
All kinds of Repairing of witches, Clock*
and Jewelry done promptly and satisfactorily.
Watches. Clocks and Jewelry of all kinds fur-
wished to order on short notice.
I am prepared to do
PHOTOGRAPHING
IN ALL ITS BRANCHES.
My Gallery la fitted up in good style, and I am
prepared to famish
GOOD PICTURES.
Give me a calL Gallery up stairs In the LeA
(water k Goode Building. seph-ly
„A TRIAL OF THE
BUTIMOAUN JOBBER
WILL CLEARLY SUBSTANTIATE SIX
ESPECIAL POINTS OF EXCELLENCE
lit—It is the easiest running press made,
tod—It is as Strong as any press made,
grd It is the most Durable press made
J. J. BALDWIN.
X. M. PEPPER.
COX. HILL tc THOMPSON.
J. J. BALDWIN & CO,
Wholesale Dealers in Foreign and Domestic
Liquors, Wines, Brandies, &c.,
•' And Sole Agents for the Celebrated
Stone Mountain Corn Whisky.
Will keep constantly on hand the largest and best assortment of Liquor*
ever kept in Rome. Prices guaranteed to he low as any In the market.
4th—It >yill do as good work as any prem
made.
Ith—It will take less to keep It in repair
than any press made.
4tb—(Last but not least) It costs les*
than any first-class press made.
ALL SIZE PRESSES, TYPE,
And PRINTERS’ SUPPLIES
Catalogue Free.
T- S’- VT. HDQSJvT A ^T.
21 GERMAN ST.,
BALTIMORE
I NEW KIND OF WITCH USE,
Mew, because It Is only within the last few
w^.rs that It has been improved and brought
within the ieach of every one ; old in prmclp e
becan.se the first invention was made and the
first W-ent taken out nearly twenty years a to.
2nd rasa* maTe at that time and worn ever
SnceTare nearly as good as new. Read the
following which is only one of many hundreds;
▼our Jewelers can tell of similar ones:
MjLNSFUSLD, Fa.. May S3.1ST*.
I have a customer who has carried one of
Boss' Patent cases fifteen years, and l knew It
two years before he got it, ft3d It now appears
good for ten years longer. **■ si .
Rembmber that Jus. Boss’W ike miy patent
cage made of two plates ot solid gold <ose out
side and one inside) covering partfl*;
posed to wear or sight, the great advantage of
these plates over electro-gliding is apparent to
wveryone. Boss’is the only patent case with
whl* h there is given a written warrant, of
which the above Is a fa* timti*.
flee that yon get the guarantee with each
ease, ask your Jeweler for illustrated cat*
No. 9. Shorter Block, Rome, Ga.
Ni’w Goods! Neff Goods!
NEW STORE.
myfl-ta
ALLEN, WHEELER & CO.
Have just opened out in their New Building, southwest corner of Main
Street and West Avenue, a
1 BRIN NEW, WELL-SELECTED 1ND EXTENSIVE STOCK OF
GENERAL MERCHANDISE.
OUR STOCK EMBRACES
A Superior Line of Dry Goods,
4 Large Assortment of Boots and Shoes.
A Good Variety of Hats, Notions, &c.
THE BEST AND CHEAPEST PRINTS, DOMESTICS, COTTONADE3, &C.,
And many other goods which we cannot undertake here to enumerate.
We keep on hand
A GENERAL LINE OF GROCERIES,
Which we can sell as cheap as the cheapest.
lu prices we mean to show the public we will not be undersold. Give tt *
call, and,-be co..vineed. We are prepared to furnish
SUPERIOR BRANDS ,QE EEIiXUJ^ERS.
BEST or ALL.
The world hath very little it can give
To make us happy; and its precious things—
What men eaU precious, snd for which they live—
To s sad hesrt sre worthless offerings.
For what are gems end what la tawny gold?
And rarest spices from sweet Cyprian blooms ?
And silken fabrics shlmmefing fold on fold,
The paatUest products of the Eastern looms 1
They cannot save the aoul e single pain.
Or to'lhe weary heart bring hope again.
What Is the Hash of wit, the salon's glow?
The wine may shine, snd leap and sparkle up,
From marble tables white as purest snow.
And brim blpoq-red the gold-incrasted cup;
The air may languish ailed with pftHe sweet,
gtruscan vases burn with rosea red,
And velvet ebtpgta sinking 'Death the feet
Give back bo echo from the stateliest trdad:
- Sot human hurts crave something more than
this— t —
Splendor alone eah never give ne bliss.
Far more, far more we prtnraienWe touch—
The mute caress of nngerawa the hair—
A kind word spoken—oh, how very much
These little tokens do to lesson care,
It matters Utile IT the heme be hsrc
Of luxury, ana what the woatd calls good,
If we have mdy one trie spirit there
By whom ber better-aelyea are t
dseoest hetivtNiobfl a
... With whom mtbougnWu5av“
**I Forgot Mina.’
fQJut he was gone. I saw the carriage j The iron virgin. ] ter snugly tucking her up in bed, we left j
drive r out of the gate and disappear ( Please do not imagine from my title : her in quiet, and softly made our way; On Dupont street, not very far from
wiier< the road turns ; then a dreadful j that I am about to relate any tlirilling! uown stairs. j Market,^San Francisco, is tke &hop of a
sense of desolation came over me, that j tale that has to do with the so-called
I never had, either before or since.” “Iron Virgin” of the Middle Ages which
“ ihe morning seemed as if it would crushed a man in its iron embrace as
JENNDTO DISAPPOINTMENT.
A. J. YOUNG,
DEALER IN
Corn and Rye Whiskies,
Wines, Gins and Brandies,
MAIN STREET, Cedartown, Georgia.
Sole Agent lor COX, HILL & THOMPSON’S
STONE MOUNTAIN WHISKIES,
In Cedartown !
I Keep such liquors a* m«y be used A3 a beverage or for medical purposes
with perfect sate y. Give me a call. Good treatment guaranteed.
R. H. JONES,
OARTERSVILLE, Georgia.
CARRIAGE MANUFACTORY
In 1868. 1 published for twelve months a large number of certificates from the fir*i
men of North Georgia and Alabama, who testified as to the good character of m» wotjl.
some of whom are now dead. H n. Turner H. Tripo. CoL Lindsey Johnston, L 1. war
ren Akin. OouLewia Tumlin, Dr. John W. Lewis, Major Willis Benham. Thomas Brandon,
and many others. All of these had tried my work for many year-*. Inow havettow-
aanris of witnesses ail over the country, who will bear testimony to the GBifiXT DUJrJuki!*
ORiTY of my work. „ „ . *
I i ave the b«at selected materials in large quantities, in stock. Keep the moat skill ea
and reliable workmen. _ . . ,
All work, whether Phstool, Garriagea, Baggies or Wagons, are mads just as good as
they can be.
I s*y to all, if yon want something good, the best there is in my lino, come to me or
I keep on sale the oelebraied Sfcndebaker and Kentucky Wagons. There are nono bet
ter on the market "
Also, a good selection of Eastern and Western made vehicles, bought from the moat re
liable builders. — '-+J
All of which I am selling at bottom figure*, at my shope here, and at Borne, Ga.
Also at my agencies, J. A. Wynn A Bro., Cedartown, and W. B. Caandl r. Villa Btea,
Ga. March It—ly.
G. W. FEATHERSTON. W. B. FEATHERSTON.
NEW FIRM!
FEATHERSTON & BRO.
Have on band at their
New Brick Store, on Main Street,
A LARCER AND FINER ASSORTMENT OF
GENERAL MERCHANDISE,
than they have ever before offered to their customers. With additional
room and improved facilities generally, they are prepared to give all old
customers, and as many new ones as may choose to favor them with a trial.
Rare bargains. Come at once, and see the inducements they offer.
We also keep Flrst-Claae Guanos and Phosphate#.
FEATHERSTON & BRO.
J. F. 'EAYJES’
Restaurant and Confectionery.
I. T- itnrs oid stud.
Heals Served at all Hoars.
LAMBETHS 1
Milgfll
It was a' rainy dismal autumn day, and
the big country house where Jennie
lived with her parents seemed so unu
sually quiet, that a young lady (who
was Jennip’a cousin, and was staying
there on a visit) looked up from her
work—she was at work with Jennie’s
mamma in the drawing-room and said :
“What can have become of Jennie ?
I have not heard her laugh once all this
morning."
The mamma said rather sorrowfully
that it was one of Jennie’s “ bad days,”
She was a dear good child, but a little
impetuous and unreasonable. Her papa
had promised to take her for a drive
that morning, as he was obliged to go
to a neighboring town on business.
“ But of oourse it was impossible to
take the child in the pouring rain,” she
added, “only Jennie cannot see the
matter m this light, and feels deeply in
jured,”
I will go and find her,” said the soft
featured lady, who looked contented and
happy, although certain people had
already sometimes called her “an old
maid.”
And she hunted the house through,
visiting all Jennie’s particular haunte,
bat there was no Jennie.
At last she oame upon her, crouched
upon a window-seat in one of the oorri-
dors looking miserable and defiant, her
lips pouting, her eyes swollen and red.
At first she would not speak.
But at last the coaxing manner and
soothing voice of her good friend melted
her somewhat.
Shg detailed her injuries.
‘ ‘ They delight in promising me things
and disappointing me at the lost moment.
As for papa, he is crneL”
“I cannot bear to hear you say that,
child. ”
Jennie’s cousin seemed transformed.
She looked almost angry.
Jennie felt a little ashamed. .
“ Why not ?” she asked.
“ Because I once said the same thing,
and was so bitterly punished for it,” was
the reply,
“Tell me,” asked Jennie, subdued.
“I did not mean anything wrong.”
“ That is a poor excuse for your hasty
words, Jennie. However, I won’t preach.
My little story will do that.”
Then she began;
“When I was a little girl like yon,
Jennie, I had a very dear father. He
was a clergyman, and tnongh my love
for him did not keep me from being
troublesome and disobedient to him, I
thought I loved him very dearly indeed.
“ My mother had died when I was a
baby, bat I bad a middle-aged governess,
who was good to me, in her prim, dry
way.
“I had birds, two dogs, s pony, and
a most beautiful cat. Children in the
neighborhood were often invited to
spend the day, and we were often allowed
to roam about the gardens and grounds
as we pleased. Then I went to spend
the day with them.
“I had some cousins, big girls, and
when I was but a little older than yon, a
grand party was given in honor of the
twenty-first birthday of the eldest one.
The latter wrote to my father, and
begged that I might be allowed to oome,
and he consented. These cousins were
rich and had a big house in the city,
“ I was of course very anxious to go
and made great preparations but the day
before the one fixed for our departure, I
fell violently siek of a oold.
Next day I got up a trifle giddy and
very hoarse, bat determined to persuade
them all 1 was quite well. I talked and
laughed and made a great show of being
very hungry at dinner time. But I did
not like the grave look on my father’s
face. Surely he oould not be thinking
of forbidding my going to the party!
He would not be so cruel I
“ But my misgiving proved true. He
said that on account of my illness I
could not go.
Ton are cruel 1” I said, springing
away from him and rushing away.
And stubborn and angry, I went to
bed, refusing to speak when I was spoken
to. And next morning I got up late, I
heard my father calling me from below,
and wheels on the drive told me the
carriage was coming to take him to the
station. Then, as I failed to appear, he
came up stain, and knocked at my door.
I made no reply. Mias Jones, com
ing info my room at the moment, said
|n a lew voioe, ‘ Mary, yog ogght to be
ashamed of yourself,’ then opened the
door and said I was dressing and would
pot be long. I heard him take oat his
watch, and say in * disappointed tone
that he oonld not wait; then be said,
* Good-bye, darling, God bless and keep
you, I shall' soon be bask,’ so tenderly
and sadly, that for the moment my
hard new malted—I longed to threw my-
s*U in hi* arms.”
nevsu pass. There were to be no les
sons.', After dawdling about I went to
the window which overlooked the road,
and the drive to the front door. ”
‘ ‘ ‘Whatever can these men be doing?’
I thfjnght, as four or five men I knew
by Hght came in at the gate, slowly,
sack one seeming to talk without listen
ing to the others.”
I felt something was wrong. I
welched the men till they disappeared
belied the bushes; they were going
round to the back door ; then I.ljstened
andwaited. ”
Suddenly I heard a scream—my
be»H’ seemed to stop—then some one
ru%ed in.”
j(It was the housemaid looking so
ote and scared.”
’“Don’t you go down, Miss Mary,”
*he’ said, ‘ it’s only somebody got a fit
°r something,’ but she shivered and
WI Jing her hands.”
‘ T made one spring and darted down
stairs. B u t nurse caught and drew me
aside, I do^’t know why, but I felt I had
lost my father ”
“ There hao been a serious accident
to the train by wbi^b he was traveling.
The car he was in haA been overturned,
aad a fellow passenger „ho knew him
saw him taken out from among the ruins
lifeless, and had brought the terrible
news back with him. I lay like one half
dead,too on Miss Jones’s bed, listening
to the cruel tale, and half hoping it was
a cruel dream, a nightmare from which I
easily as you would crack a nut. No !
my heroine belonged to what at the
time my story opens was the small town
of Springfield, in Massachusetts.
When it was, comparatively speaking,
in its infancy, there stood on S street,
little away from M -street, a stove
store, and visited its door by way
of sign, stood the figure of a
girl, made of iron. I do not know what
the connection was between the stoves
within and the interesting female, ex
cepting the material of which they were
both composed; but there she stood,
eight feet in her shoes and weighing
perhaps 600 pounds.
She stood there year in and year out,
one of the notable signposts of the place.
The suns of summer beat down upon
her until heat visibly irradiated in every
direction from her. Many a winter’s
cold had sent a freezing chill through her
and had given her a nightcap and epau
lettes of snow, and formed icicles on her
nose; and yet she hud borne all with the
most supreme indifference,—kept her j cask you bought recently, if it was so !”
place and remained faithfully on her And he laughed at the idea,
post. If you put yriarself ia her line “All right!” said Steele, quietly. ‘ ‘I’ll
of vision she would stare at you in the | tr at ’em at my own expense if it is not
most impertinent manner, though to tell
We had occupied but a short time young German theatrical shoemaker,
and Mr. Steele had not yet emerged, so — J 10 j* doing a thriving bnsines. and
, , ...... , ,. who haa every reason to be contented
to speak, from his fit of excitement. Af- ^ ^ lot J Among the treaanres he
ter replacing the keys m the same man- bad brought from the Fatherland on his
ner by which I had stolen them, we! arrival here, some three years ago, was a
boys dropped casually in one by one so j pert little bullfinch, whose merry piping
as not to excite suspicion. When all • ~^? r bullfinches can be taugiit to
our number were seated around the fire, ‘ 5- a . os * ***7 tune—
„ . . . . .. 1 the cordwamer s hammer.
Sharpe changed the subject by asking
Mr. Steele if he had not had his sign
post stolen. Mr. Steele, his late ex
citement all vanished carelessly answered
“yes.”
“Ain’t you afraid of having it stolen
again?” said Sharpe.
“No” answered Mr. Steele, “I lock it
up every night in the store.”
“Well!” said Sharpe, “I’d being will
ing to bet you she’s in your bed now.”
Steele immediately set up a roar, we
boys joining in.
“Ho ! bo !” cried he, “that’s a good
joke !” “Why he continued, taking the
keys from his pocket, “here are the
keys of the store and of my room. What
have you got to say now* ? Why I’d be
willing to treat these boys hero to all
the cider they wanted out of the that
should awake.
“Then, the storm of sorrow spent, I
wes worn out, and fell asleep.
?*When I awoke, the last rays of sun-
setwere streaming into the room. Some
on* toad drawn up the blinds and the
noise had awakened me. Dreamily I
list^ped to a whispering behind the cur
of my bed. ‘Do you think it
be prudent to tell her to-night’?’
Jones was saying, ‘Certainly
followed a long sentence delivered
oice I recognized as that of the
doctor. I caught the words ‘joy
doe* not kill.’ Then by their very mock
eryl remembered all. I pushed aside
the curtain and cried : * Why do you
come hero to torment me ? Why did
yon not let me sleep ?’
‘iThen I stared in astonishment! Miss
Jones, beaming, smiling, kissed me—
wflpy for her—and said, ‘ Mary, com
po$ yourself, make up your mind for a
great surprise, a great mercy.’
“ ‘-He is alive !’ . I cried, and would
have rnshed to find him, but they held
iftbaok.”
If" Sftie good Doctor sat down and
tnlkrii to me. quietly and gravely. It
was true that my father was not dead,
as had been supposed; but he had been
brought home in a most critical state,
and, his reoovery-depended entirely upon
quiet.” ;
For many weeks we did not know
whether he would live or die. But at
last he began to get better, and before
winter set in he was being wheeled
about the garden, and I was walking by
his side, an altered child^ because the
daily anxiety had taught me more than
I had learned during the years I lived in
the world; I knew how selfish I had
been what a useless life was mine com
pared to that precious one I had so lit
tle valued, and had so nearly loss.
“I have told you this story, dear, as a
little warning. I cannot wish you to
learn the value of your parents at so
great a cost.”
“I shall not said Jennie wiping her
eyes, and nodding her head. ‘ ‘next time,
I will indeed think before I speak: I did
not really mean what I said, you know.”
Colic m Horses.
Attacks of colic most frequently are
the result of carelessness, and generally
may be traced to a horse having drank
cold water when heated, or imme-
diatly after being fed, by being gorged
with food after long fasting, or be
ing chilled by currents of cold air.
gome horses are constitutionally mors
liable to it than others. The first symp
toms are a general fidgetiness accom
panied by lifting of the feet very quickly,
followed by violent rolling. These symp
toms also indicate other disorders, re
quiring very different treatment from
ooiic. There are two that distinguish
oolje from inflammation of the bowels.
In the former, the horse will strike his
belly violently with feet between the
the paroxsms of pain; but in the latter,
though he may lift his feet, he will not
strike, and the pain is continuous.
When colic symptoms are accompanied
by constipation, the first care must be to
empty the bowels by “back raking”
and injections of warm water. Here,
dearly, the stimulating medicines prop
er to flatulent colio would be inappropri
ate and most likely produce inflamation
of the bowels. Flatulent colic is the
mo?e frequent and sudden form, requir
ing prompt treatment, and perhaps with
what may be at hand in a country place.
A horse got quickly well after the ad
ministration of one-quarter pint of gin,
and two ounces of ground ginger mixed
with water to fill a soda water bottle,
from which it was poured down his
throat Equal part* of whiskey and
milk, and from half a pint to a pint at a
time has been useful A veterinary
prescription for ooiic, is: Spirits of tur
pentine, four ounces; linseed oil, twelve
ounces; laudanum, one and one-quarter
ounce, to be mixed, and given every
Jiojir until the pain ceases. Bathing
tfle belly with hoy water, * n <i friction,
are both useful. If a horse is lefl about
quietly, not galloped, as will be done by
ignorant grooms, it will aid the action of
tfla medicine, and prevent a horse from
hurting him self bv rolling as he will be
apt to do, daring the paroxysms of pain.
ffgn clothes have acquired ac unpleas
ant odor, by bring from the air. ebarooal
laid in th* folds will soon remove it.
the truth, she had not a particle of brass
in her composition.
She was in a country town and in
truth she was a rustic object generally.
Every Summer, however, h r owner,
“Old Steele” as he was called, had her
scrubbed and polished with stove-polish
and she would come forth resplendent.
She was an old friend of the small boys.
Not even their annoying tricks had power
to move her—not even the indignity of
a putty-ball on her nose. In summer
when the sun had made her burning hot
they would entice some green hand to
touch her and would shriek with delight
to see him jump. In winter when Old
Steele was not by, they would peg snow
balks at her until she broke out into
rash of big, white spots all over her
body. But she was cast in an iron mould.
She bore all with the most ironical in
difference.
One exciting incident, a little while
before my story opens, had varied the
monotony of her existence. One night
some “larkey spirits” (called so, I sup
pose, because they rise so early—about
10 o’clock P. M.) some larkey spirits, I
say, removed her from her position, and
set h?r at the door of the Union Bindery
where a sign gave notice “Girls 'Want
ed.” That same night, the “jovial band
of ardent spirits” removed two large
oof&nB that acted as sigBe-i* front of an
undertaker s shop, and placed them by
the door of a “Dye-house” mwei, to tn'e
amusement of passers-by in the morn
ing.
“Mr. Steele, the owner of the stove
store, was a queer, old fellow, and we
boys delighted in playing jokes on him.
I am going to tell you of one that we
played on him, which was connected
with the “iron virgin.” Mr. Steele’s
and we boys boarded at a small hotel, a
few blocks off from Mr. Steele’s
store. One evening, a few days after
the “virgin” had been placed in front
of the Bindery, we boys felt like some
mischief. So we concerted the plan,
which I shall unfold to you,in my story.
We first sought out the hotel-keeper, a
man named Sharpe, full of fun, and a
prime favorite with us boys. We un
folded our plan to him and he promised
to help us as much as he could. Mr.
Stelle was in the parlor warming him
self before the fire. We went in and
joined in conversation with him; one by
one, however, we boys feigned bleepi-
ness and started off apparently for bed.
But before I go on, I must explain a
peculiarity of Steele’s.
You have seen a piece of seaweed
hanging by the side of a wharf at low
tide—how dir v it looks' and how list
lessly it hangs there ? And you have
noticed, too, what a change comes over
it when the tide comes iu—how its color
becomes bright and how it is tossed
about by the waves ? Well, so it was
with Mr. Steele. Ordinary Bnbjects
stirred him hut little, but when politics
were touched upon—O, he was all ex
citement ! His face shone and his arms
gesticulated wildly, as the discussion
stirred him up. After we boys had
gone out, Sharpe turned the conversa
tion to polities, and immediately Steele
became very excited, so excited that
when. I slipped into the room, in my
stoekihg-faet and took the key out of
his outside pocket, he did not notice it.
This I was the easier able to do since he
wore a style of coat very common at
that time, with very large pockets Btyled
a la proprietaire. He invariably kept
his key in the right pocket—at least I
mean two of his keys—his store-key and
the key of his room iu the hotel. "Chuck
ling with delight at our success, we
hurried flown to the store which, ns I
have already said, stood about four
blocks off from the hotel. Having
brought our prize, the iron maiden, out
from her retirement from beside the
stove that glowed dimly in the darkness
of the store, we carried her to the hotel,
Oh! but it was a hard pull oarrying
her. It was bitter cold, and the frost
bit our fingers that oould not help clasp
ing the cold iron from very stiffness. It
was fearfully heavy too, for our five
pairs of arms, and we had to stop and
rest several times before we arrived at
our destination. There a new difficulty
presented itself. How were we to get it
into Steele’s room, for that was what
we contemplated. There was no back
stairway, and the only one ran in full
sight of Steele in the parlor. At last
we suooeeded in hauling our burden in
at the window by the help of Sharpe’s
well rope which we borrowed. Then ri-
“All right !”said Steele, still iaughin
“the boys are sure of their cider any
how !”
Upstairs stumped the old man with
the cane which he always carried, un
locked the doer and entered the room.
“There !” he cried, pointing to the bed,
“nothing there!” He went up and
struck it to add force to his words. I
never saw a face change as his did. We
hid the figure up very cleverly but the
clank of the metal when struck betrayed
her hiding place.
He fell back a step or two with his
mouth open. “By Jupe !” he cried, a
favorite exclamation of his, “she is
here.” I wish you could have seen him.
It is useless to try and describe it. A
more wonderstruck man was never seen.
They say people enjoy a thing which
they have fairly earned and I can assure
you we boys enjoyed that cider and the
laugh on Mr. Steele.
Everybody aliout the depot knew
Chub, the basket-boy, for he
always limping through the rooms cry
ing “Apples ! Peanuts—Peanuts—ten
cents a quart! Apples—two for a penny!
Right this way, Mister, for your fresh-
baked peanuts and ripe red apples !”
Where Chub came from, or to whom
lue belonged, seemed a mystery. Hu
was always at his post, from early mom-
ioQ till iAnc et night. Then he would
disappear, but only to return punctually
the next day.
He wasn’t at all communioative, and
said little to any one in the way of gen
eral conversation. Tet everybody liked
him; his pale face and withered limb
were sure to appeal to their sympathies.
I used to like him myself, and it always
pleased me to see him get a good day’s
custom.
But it’s over a year, now, since Chub
sold apples and peanuts at our depot,
and I miss him yet. There is a real
lonesome place over in the corner; here
he used to sit and eat his lunch at noon
time; it was his favorite seat, and it
never seems filled now.
I oftan hear our agent and workmen
remark, “It seems bind ’o lonesome not
to see Chub around. ”
I remember, as if it were but yester
day, the lady coming in leading that
little witch with a blue silk bonnet
crowning her cnrls. It was the sweetest
baby I over saw. As she ran about the
depot laughing and singing, she hap
pened to espy Chub limping his rounds.
She ran right np to him, and putting
out her tiny hand, touched his cratch.
“Ch, oo poor ’ame boy,” she cooed,
“I’se dot a tiss for oo.”
Chub’s face fairly glowed with delight
as he bent his head to receive the kiss
from the rosebud lips. He reached her
a handful of peanuts, which she took
and placed in her little sack-pocket,
“I loves oo, poor ’ame boy,” she said,
softly, ‘ ‘tause oo was dood to me. ”
“Come here, Birdie,” called the lady.
“No, mamma, no! I’s doing with
poor ame boy,” she said, resolutely
sticking close to Chub. ,
But the lady came and took her away,
and Chub hobbled into the other room.
The lady was busy with her book and
didn’t notice her child slip out; but I
did, and every now and then caught a
stray glimpses of the little figure as she
ran up and down the platform.
By-and-by I heard a whistle. ’Twas
the fast mail going up, but it didn’t
stop. I thought of the baby and so did
her mother.
“Birdie,” she called, hut no ‘Birdie’
answered. Just then I glanoed out,
snd there stood the little one in the silk
bonnet right upon the track.
I fairly stoppei breathing from terror.
The mother ran shrieking forward,
Will no one save her? will no one save
her ?”
“Yes, ” shouted a voice. I saw Chub
limn wildly out and snatch the little
fi rm from its perilous position, and
throw it on one side just as the train
thundered by.
The baby was saved ; but upon the
track was a crushed and mangled form.
They lifted him 83dly, and laying him
down on one of the seats, went for help.
It was too late, for he only opened
his eyes once and whispered, “Is she
safe ?”
They brought her to him but he did
not heed. She stroked the still, white
face with- her tiny hand and cooed in
sweet baby fashion as she looked around
upon the crowd:
‘poor ’ame boy done fast »«ep 1 done
fast seep.”
A more in
telligent and companionable bullfinch
never lived, and this one’s aptness was
the wonder of all Heinrich’s customers
and neighbors. It was his companion,
his encourager, his “bird of luck,” and
his only friend. But there is no rose
without its thorn, and it was Heinrich’s
one grief that among all its accomplish
ments the bird positively refused to
learn the one air dearest to all German
hearts. “The Watch on the Rhine.”
Day after day, and hour after hour, the
shoemaker would patiently whistle and
hammer out the time, but without buo-
cess. Either from inability to master
thiH strain or from some peculiar urni- -
thological perverseness of its own, the
finch remained provokingly mute. Even
a day’s deprivation of its food did not
bend the stubborn little will of the saucy
pet, and Heinrich was about giving up
m despair when something occurred
that engrossed his whole attention. The
hearts of shot makers are not quite so
tough as the leather they hammer, and
one fell in love. His sweetheart was a
pretty and shapely young girl, who was
playing minor parts at ilie Baldwin,
whose gorgeous stage shoes he had
made, and whose symmetrical it last he
had professionally fallen in love with
from the first.
A month or two rolled by, and ’is poor
people have n i time for a long court
ships, Ho-Sfieh’s wedding day came
around, and the handsome and hearty
young couple were married amid the
good wishes of everybody, the bride
groom’s wedding present being a pair of
white satin shoes, whose perfection of
workmanship rendered his rivals in the
trade ready to wax their own latter ends
with envy and despair.
The bridal trip lasted just a week, and
was quite a journey through fairyland
to the simple-minded and obliviously
happy couplei As the train that brought
them back again to the city entered the
depot, however, a sudden change come
over the groom’s happy face.
‘ ‘What is the matter, man ?” said his
wife, terrified at his emotion.
“The curses of heaven will follow me
for a heartless wretch./forgot all about
Mina /”
It was indeed true. Absorbed by bis
happiness, and in the hurry of depart
ure, he had left the bullfinch locked up
iu the dark shop with only one day’s
seed in his cage. Leaving his wife to
was look after the baggage, Heinrich sprang
from the scarcely stopped train and tore
through the streets like a madman. He
dashed into the corner store where the
key had been left, snatched it from its
nail and hurried to his door. As he
placed the key in the lock his trembling
hand refused to turn it; and, sick with
dread of what he was about to see, he
leaned for a moment against the door
frame.
Hark! Faintly from within came a
weak, quavering chirrup, painfully striv
ing to form a familiar tune.
It was “The Watch on the Rhine.”
After exhausting all its repertoire to
fetch its cruel master back to its gloomy
prison, the little starved thing bethought
itself of one last means to bring what it
considered its punishment to an end,and
strove to whistle the disputed air.
But the succor, so pitifully pleaded
for, came too late. Tt gave one little,
feathery fluff of joy as the door opened,
and the next moment the master, as he
kr.elt beside the cage, saw, through the
tears that wet his cheek, .the little head
droop slowly over as the song and singer
died together.
Row a Woman Does it.
Some crusty old curmudgeon thus
tells how a woman goes to work to mail
a letter. It is a iibel on the sex. Some
of the girls will make it red hot for him
if he is discovered. Any day when you
have time you can see how she does it
by dropping into the postoffice. She
arrives there with a letter in her hand.
It is a sheet of note in a white envelope.
She halts in front of the stamp window,
Opens her mouth to ask for a stamp, but
suddenly darts away to see if she has
made any errors in the names or dates.
It takes her five minutes to make sure .
of this, and then she bulanoes the letter
on her finger, and the awful query arises
in her mind : “Perhaps it is an over
weight. ” She steps to the window and
asks the clerk if he has a three-cent
stamp, fearing he hasn’t. She looks
over every compartment in her portmo-
naie before she finds the change to pay
for it. The fun commences as she gets the
stamp. She fiddles around to one side,
removes her gloves, closely inspects the
stamp and hesitates whether to “lick it”
or wet her finger. She finally concludes
it would not be nice to show her tongue
and wets her finger and passes it over
envelope. She is so long picking up the
stamp that the moisture is absorbed and
the stamp slides off the envelope. She
tries it twice more with like success, and
getting desperate she gives the stamp a
‘lick” and it sticks. Then comes the
sealing of the letter. She wets her fin
ger again, but the envelope flies open,
and, after three minutes’ delay she has
pass her tongue along the streak of dried
mucilage. She holds the letter a long
time to make snre that the envelope is
all right, and finally appears at the win
dow and asks “Three cents is enough,
is it?” “Yes, ma’am.” “This will go
out to day?” “Certainly.” “Will it
go to Chicago without the name of the
county on?” “Just the same.” “What
time will it reach there?” “Tomorrow
morning.” She sighs, turns the letter
over and over, and finally asks : “Shall
I drop it into one of those places there?”
‘Yes, ma’am, ” She walks np in front
of the six orifices, closely scans eaoh
one of them, finally makes a choice and
drops—no she doesn’t. She stops to
see where it will fall, pressing her face
against the window until she flattens her
nose ont of shape, and she doesn’t drop
it where sha intended to. She, how
ever, releases it at last, looks down, to
make sure that it did not go on the floor,
and turns away with a sigh of regret
that she didn’t take one more look at
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