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nterpri VOL. 1-NO 140. T[IOMASYILLE, GEORGIA, THURSDAY MORNING, OCTOBER 24, ’880 $5.00 PER ANNUM LA. Open Letter. . ¥e have heard people wonder why it is that at Lohn- stein’s you can al ways find more customers than at any other place in town. This question we can easily answer: The people like to trade at Lohnsteins store, 1st. Because they receive every possi ble attention and consideration from the proprietor, as well as from the salesmen. 2nd. Because they find a better selection of goods From the Old Homestead. HELEN DE BARREE. nv A TIIOMA8VII.I.E YOUNG I.ADY. at any other place in town, and Last, but not least, because a dol lar goes farther and reaches deeper at Lohnstein’s than anywhere else. Politeness,square honorable dealing, excellence and great variety of stock, small mar gins and quick sales; These are the cardinal reasons for our flattering and unprecedented suc cess. And the good work still goes on. Come and see us this week. • We will divide profits with you. Dry goods, cloth ing, shoes, hats, complete in every department. Bar gains in every line. They are waiting for you. Come and pluck them. It will pay you. P.L The Great Leader, and Benefactor, 132 BROAD ST. CHAPTER IV. ‘‘Helen DeBarree, do you know we are in the old schoolhouse, and friend Jack is here with his slate and peucil? Will you help me this morn- ing,or this evening, or to morrow even ing ? I must be at work all to mor row until late, shipping goods home.” She humored the joke, and without looking up reached out her hand, say ing: “Give me your slate Jack.” I had an envelope in my pocket. I put thnt with a pencil, in her hand. She wrote hurriedly and gave it back. On it was written: “I will help you to-morrow.” Looking into my face as she handed it to me, she asked : “When are you going home?” “In four or five days at least. I am waiting for the goods that were shipped on the same vessel with you. After they are delivered T will jeship them south. When are you going?” “I am so anxious to see grandfath er, I want to start this evening.” “No, no ; you must redeem your promise. I own your time to-morrow evening. Do not leave me; I want to go with you. Your uncle and I will see that you are not lonely, and, besides, I want to know him.” In the evening he was with us. The sympathy Helen showed him al most drewa shriek of pain from me. Ho was a tall, handsome, quiet man. been ton years my senior—a few pray hairs were visible. His expression at times was like one sick unto death, but he was master of himself, and talked well of men and things with seeming interest. Even his lips wore dry and colorless against his perfect, white teeth. His voice sounded as if he were using all the forces of de termination to weather the storm of some deep disappointment. His tone to Helen was gentleness itself. He pronounced her name more sweetly than anything I ever heard. I felt that there was a secret between them, and caught a glance from her to my self that revealed what might have been. Helen spoke of going homo. He helped me persuade her to re main until my arrangements were made. I mot them in the breakfast-room next morning. The dark face of the man showed that he was benefited by the night’s rest and the repose that the solitude of our own room brings us all. He knew I would be away all the morning, returning only in time for my dinner, hut in passing back by my table he left her to me, and said he would see her soon and take her out for a walk. As I took her hand through my arm, he said, bowing to mo : “As a favor to myself, see that she gets her dinner.” Then, bowing to her, his face flush ed as he left us. I looked at the dark faco of the woman by my side, and for the first time saw a striking likeness in them. The blood of his nation was in her veins. We found our way to the handsome parlors, and spent a short time talking of her grandmother’s death and our home going in a few days. When I could stay no longer I said : “I must go now; but remember, tho evening belongs to mo.” I was with her at dinner, and she told me what sights she had seen and enjoyed in her morning walk. I left her again with music and papers and once more let business absorb all my energies, while my heart kept all its jealousies to jtsclf about the woman I loved. Evening came, and to get my fac ulties in order I walked two or three miles. I could not trust myself in her presence unless my field was well chosen. This was the day of all days to me, but I was far from the desire to fire all my cannons at once or rush all my men to the front in hope of victory through storm. I “knew my gamethat was my strongest battery. For once I begged God to help me with my sweetheart and the secret between her and the Frenchman. They were at supper when I went in. Once more I had no appetite for food, and called for milk, drank several.glasses, and waited for them. Both met me with pleasant smiles and words, but I was unhappy, and felt that I must be rude and stiff. He never had made the least at tempt to keep Helen with himself, but invariably handed her over to me. Recalling this, I was myself again. When we entered the parlor I took her to a place where we were not in view of tho hallways and a lace curtain hung across an alcove. She told me of her life in France, and all the conditions between herself and her step-mother’s brother, both of whom were devout Catholics. The mother did all she could to win her step-daughter for her brother, the intensity of whose love had been the only shadow over her life besides the death of her parents. After his first confession ho never imposed himself ujion her, and only once more re peated it, but her knowledge of it was always present, besides, her fath er, when near the end, advised her to listen to the brave man who loved her and would care for her when he was gone, and, as she still refused, he demanded her reason. This she told him: for you must get some sleep.” After leaving her, on my way to ray own room I passed the door of the Frenchman, and for the first time I knew the feeling which one brave, worthy general must have for another who has surrendered to him his sword after defeat—a feeling that ho wanted to do something for him, and he would give him anything ho had on earth except the one thing ho wanted— victory. Our trip home was pleasant and long to be remembered. We rested one night in Charleston, and the next morning by ten o’clock were put off at the station near the old school- house, where we wandered for an hour, for as yet the home folks knew noth ing of our coming, Leaving our baggage, we walked on to Col. Wiseman’s home. Arriv ing, wt found them all at the family burying ground, as it was spring, cleaning walks and planting flowers. We could see them on the hill among the green trees and white tombs, and went to them. I shall not tell you of this meeting; it was too sacred. The old grandfather made us sit down on tho same rustic bench where I made to him my despairing confession of love for his grand-daughter, all of which he repeated to Helen in my presence that night in tho library, after he knew of the agreement be tween us. Now, ray friend, we will take the street car to ray homo out by the sea. We go up this avenue of pink crape myrtles, where the white sand is covered with the falling flowers. See the house, high off tho ground, with the rich green hydrangens so tall they reach the floor and fling their I found him full of the knowledge “Father, I have A no objection to hunches of blue flowers over into the and lovr'Wf■music. Hffe - must havo .faulian ABouflcf ; he Is everything hbo^wherc you see an old white- thnt is noble, brave, nud good, and ns bearded man, who is on a visit to us, in a big arm chair, with a small red headed boy, who has a spotted kitten in his arms, standing at his knee. The old ' man is watching the boy’s mother, whose white dress you see through the rose vine. As she comes in view you see a plate in her hand, with crumbs she is trying to coax the shy mate of her white pet pigeon on her shoulder to come to the leust Seeing us, she leaves her plate on the floor, and both birds have their way with it. As she meets us at the gate, if you do not know her, lot me tell you, this is Helen DeBarree, my wife. THE EXI>. it would give you all so much pleas ure I wish I could yield. After your previous cnirenty I tried hard to obey, but my heart has no love for him that could satisfy a man such ns he is. It is not in consideration of my happiness any more than his that I do not marry him, but I have no heart to give, and only a few weeks ago told him so.” Here she stood up by the window. I rose and took my position near her. The creamy lace of the curtain form ed a background for the dark eyed beauty. She raised both hands nud slipped one among the soft folds, and, leauiug a little, pressed the curtain to her face. Her voice trembled from some hidden emotion, as she contin ued ; “Now, Jack, can’t you let me oil ? It is getting late.” “I wish I could, but, Helen, 1 can’t, you must finish. I can't sleep to night if you do not answer my ques tion and end the problem and the proofs. Just one question—may I ask it? and will you answer?—re membering we are no babier, and cauuot aflord to ‘let things take their course,’ like boys nnd girls. We must be honest with each other, my classmate, ‘you and I.’ We nre los ing our goiden moments. Now, in all sincerity of an honest mnu, I beg you to her. me. Will you ?” She bowed her head. “You said you had no heart to give Prof. Bouflct; where was it ? Her eyes went to the floor; the curtain trembled with the beatiug of her heart ns she said : “In America.” “Tell me who with, Helen?” “With you, Jack.” Before she could move I caught both her hands in the curtain, aud, with my other one on the opposite cheek, kissed her for the first time, feeling as if heaven and earth were to# cheap a price for my happiness. I looked at my watch nnd said: “I will let you ofl now. You have finished my problem to ray satisfac tion and given me the proof; only one thing lacking, nnd that is we must together record it in the first volume of our new life, Jt is two o’clopk, | must aeo yog to your room, A Clorgyman’s Reasons For Read ing Newspapers. From the Pittsburg Dispatch. I see that Bishop Foss, in his ad dress to the class seeking admission to conference, advised the young ministers to give scanty attention to the daily newspapers. But I must certainly disagree with this Episcopal dictum, for I think the wise reading of the daily news papers is a symmetrical education. While things slip in sometimes which ought to be passed by, the editors of a great paper have the true Midas touch, and know the gold of promise from the brass of profession. There is no noble sentiment, no true strain of poetry, no sonorous word fit to roll round the world, no gem of thought but finds its way nt last into the col umns of the daily press. The news paper is a fresh photograph of human life—oh! has it not depth of meaning for the noblest sermon? I read often even the advertisements of the paper, and find in them the wit, power, aud also the pathos of life. I thank the daily press for the living sermons it has given me. As on autumn’s day the wind shakes tho trees aud the leaves fall down and make an ame thystine and golden floor, so this great tree, the press, shaken every day, sheds down its white leaves upon tho world—leaves of knowledge, leaves of healing. When I see a young minister who wisely reads the daily paper, I am sure he is growlug in grace, at least ou that spot where it is thought the average minister is sadly deficient. Ireland’s Depopulation. Some suggestive figures are given in n recent statement of the popula tion of Ireland in 1889, and at various other times since 1801. In 1801, when, by legislative union, the history of Ireland was merged into that of Great Britain, Ireland’s population was 5,300,000, and be tween 1801 nnd 1841 it was increased nearly 3,000,000. From 1841, how ever, a rapid nud significant decrease began. This decrease was due to famines between 1841 aud 1851 and in’ 1879, and to emigration, being caused primarily by the treatment Ireland received at the hands of England. From 1851 to 1861 the population fell off 773,000, in the next decade 460,000, in the next 252,000, and from 1881 to 1889, 382,000. With a population of 5,300,000 in 1801, and of 8,222,664 in 1841, Ire land now hns only 4,777,534 inhabi tants, a decrease since 1841 of 3,445,- 130. It will be seen that even in 1801 there wero half a million more people in Ireland than nt the present time. No such decrease has been witnessed in any other civilized country in modern times. The population of Englnud nnd Scotland during the same period of time lias greatly in creased. If the population of? Ireland lmd maintained its normal rate of increase, it would now bo about 11,500,000, end if England bad pursued a just course toward her there is no doubt that her population would have stead ily increased. Fingers Before Forks. The Duchess of Beaufort, dining onco at Mmc. do Guise’s, with King Henri IV of France, extended one hand to receive his majesty’s saluta tion while she dipped tho firigors of the other hand into a dish to pick out what was to her taste. This incident happened in the year 1598. It de monstrates that less than three hun dred years ago the fingers wero still used to perform tho office now assign ed to forks, in the highest nnd most refined circles of society. At about this time, in fact, was the turning point when forks began to be used at the table as they arc now. When we reflect how nice were the ideas of that refined age on all matters of outer decency and behavior, and bow strict was the etiquette of the courts, we may well wonder that the fork was so late in coming into use as u furnishing. The Indies of the middle ages and the Renaissance were not less proud of a delicate, well kept hand than those of our own days, and yet they picked the meat from the platter with their slender white lingers, and in them bore it to their mouths. The fact is all the more re markable, because the form of the fork was familiar enough, aud its ap plication to other uses was not un common—J. Von Folkc, in 1’opular Science Monthly. What Broke Our Press. “Our puper is two days late this week,” writes a Nebraska editor, “owing to an accident to our press. When we started to run the edition on Wednesday night, as usual, one of the guy ropes gave way allowing the forward gilderfluke to fall and break as it struck the fluukerflopper. This, of course, ns any one who knows anything about a press will readily understand, left the gang plank with only the ftipflay to sup port it, which also dropped and broke off the wapperchoke. This loosened the fluking between the ramrod and tho fibbersna teller, which also caused trouble. The re port that the trouble was caused by over indulgeuco in intoxicating stimulants by ourself, is a tissue of falsehoods, tho peeled appearance of our right eye being caused by our going’ into the hatchway of the press in our anxiety to start it, and pulliug the coupling pin after the slapbung was broken, which caused the dingus to rise up and welt us in tho optic. We expect a bran new gilderfluke ou the afternoon train.” -A.- Now Going on LEVY’S Mteisitae. Our Mr. Levy having closed out, while in N e w York, large lots of -IN- New Markets, Modjeskas, ALSO A LARGE LOT OF Misses’ and Childrens’ Cloaks & Reefers, direct from the manufacturers, we feel confident in as serting that our Prices on them are FAR BELOW the cost of manu facture. Call early before the choice ones are picked over. Levys JMitchell House Block*