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Athens, Ga.
(1 fl ( *j 0 .ald Franklin Hon* Bidding Brrml
stlsSTalw at the Court Honae. AU parties ■
rSi, criminal Warrant*, cm get them ai
“~*KL ” 'applying to tho County Solicitor
ftUJ ai * • 11 J yoTi^t#
thUkOlB^**
Laxar Cobb.
jt «. COBB,
tTTOMSTS AT LAW,'
3 ' Athens, Gaf
Offlut in Denpree Building,
thbiS-tS7G-ly
LL’JIPKIA',
Attorney at Law.
Office over Child*, Nickerson At Co.
Athena, Georgia,
Will practice in the Superior Courts of .thy
Northern Circuit. EJ* Collection* a apecialU.
‘ Oct.15.187fl.Xy.
iro. 44
ATHENS, GEORGIA, SEPTEMBER 2, 1879;
jjo. J. Baldwin.
Cox, Hill A Thompson.
J. J. BALDWIN & CO.,
WHOLESALE DEALERS IN
foreign and domestic liquors, wines, &c,
ALSO AGENTS FOR TELE CELEBRATED
Stone Mountain Corn Whiskey.
Corner Broad and Jackson Streets, Athens, Ga.
n. C> TitcssiaLS.
attorney at law,
w vTKIXSVTLLE, GA.
l>' COUBT-HODSE, OPPOSITE
( ) imli-i»rvN Office. Personal attention to all
buaiu» *» entrusted to Ilia care. ap‘J-tt
p>l >e
aTTOHNEYS AT law.
L .« ,,vor Talmadgo, Hodgson <fc" Co.
1. II.K1L
rrmh-mnlw Si JVrotralar.
<ui'ada Shoo Storo next door to Reeac ,fe
U»«*. Bread it root, Athena, Georgia. All
.,rlt narmnted 12 month?.
«pll2-tf.
ATLANTA A CHARLOTTE
Air-Line Railway.
Passenger Department-
ATLANTA
—TO—
TASTniRN' Cm-H:=> *
CHANGE OF SCHEDULE.
On mkI after June 1st, 1870, Trains will ran
j this road :w tallows, tfoing East:
eastward.
.rrive at Lulu d.4*’. * x
,oavc Lulu d.48 a m
WESTWABD.
Vrrive at Lain 7.4** p m
!«vj Lola 7.46 p m
EASTWARD.
night passenger train.
Amve at L.ilu 6.23 p y
We 6.r4 p y
westward.
Arrive at Lulu
GOING EAST.
LOCAL rnnoiiT train.
Arrivi at Lulu
WESTWARD.
Arrive at Lulu
Leave -0„
TUttorail Fit EIGHT TRAIN.
cc .it Lula
Leave
•sc connection at Atlanta tor all points
West and Southwest. Connecting at Charlotte
for ill points East. Through Tickets on sale
at OaiueaviUe, Suueea City, 'Greenville and
Spartanburg to all points East and West.
G. J. FOREACRE. General Manager.
W. J. HOUSTON, Gen. Paau.4&Ticket Ag’t
.... 7.31 a M
.12.15 p \i
.12.25 p y
SCHOOL BOOKS!
Lucy Cobb Institute,
At Madame Scsnowski’s Hon School,
Seven. 8tage»ofI>runIi:ennes»
All tho worlds a pub,
And all the men and women merely drinker*.
They have theiir hiccups and their staggering*;
And one man in a day drinks many glasses,
His acta being seven “stages. At ilrst the gen
tleman
Steady and steadfast in his good resolves;
And then the ’vine and bitters appetiser.
And pining, yearning look, leaving like a snail
The comfortable liar. And then the arguments.
Trying like Hercules with wrathful frontage
To refuse once more tiro penn’orth. Then the
mystified.
Full of strange thoughts, unheeding good ad
vice.
Careless of honor, sodden, thick and gutt’ral.
Seeking the troubled repetition
Even in tho bottle’s mouth. A id then quite
jovial
In lair good humor while the woild swims
round,
With eyes qtute misty, while his friends him
cnt.
Full of nice oaths and awful bickerings;
And so he pla;-*a hia part. The sixth age shifts
Into the stupid, slipping drunken man.'
All of the School Books in use at the ! ‘ btaraom* ” an hi* no*-—blearv-eyed—
ilu sr run ken luce unshared—fiom aide to side
lie rolls along; and hismnmanly voice,
Huskier than ever falls and flies,
And leaves him staggering round. Last scene
of all,
That ends this, true and pmnful story,
Is stupid childishness and then oblivion—
Sous watch, sans chain, sans coin, sons every
thing. Nan Francisco Stic* Letter.
A LUCKY DIE.
What the deuce ails me? Where
am I anyhow? Wherever I am,
springs and mattresses must be scarce,
for I know I am laid on same mighty
hard substance. Wonder if I am
dead ? I feel mighty like it. Maybe
I am stretched out ready for the doc* squeal.
tors to carve me.
These were my first thoughts, very
cheering indeed, as I became con
scious. I could neither speak nor
move; bnt I soon learned that I could
hear.
A door opened, footsteps approach* voice. Then I heard a movement of
AND AT THE
Various Schools in the City,
I.QW3ST
Slates, Ac., for sale
Thomas’ Hl-clt. Blue or Violet Ink—tho best in
tho World—ot S cents por Ixmle. For bargain, in
everything, cull at
BURKS’S BOOK-STORE.
THE
IN ATHENS,
LYNCH’S
HOUSE
FURNISHING GOODS,
At the Store ’ermeriy occupied by
IDr. 31- 2*d- SUIT:£%
Broad Street, Athens, Ga,
Home Memories.
*• Be it ever so humble.
There's no place like home!”
I'm sitting again ’ucath the old elm-tree's
shade.
And viewing the fields where in childhood I
strayed;
The breeze fans my cheek, and the birds go and
come.
While I listen, entranced, to the bees’ soothing
hum.
Hum. hum—sweet, sweet, hum l
Tho’ it ever so humble-bee—
— !! — !!! *** He’s stnrg me. I vmn !
—{Yawcob Strauss.
....19.50
A U
L B. Brail's School for Boys,
(Brick Budding hitherto’ known as Eberhurt’s
Store.)
PRINCE AVENUE, - - - ATHENS, GA.
311 op onn Jan.
♦ Rates of Tuition ’per Scholastic month ; $1,
$2. #3, $4. $5, $i*. according to age. gratio Ac.
Prof. W. H. W.ADD ELL wrote: “Ido not
hesitate to recommend Dr. BRUMBY as the
most successful Teacher among those who have,
during my Professorship of twenty ’’ears dura
tion. prepared students for the University ot
Georiria.” For further information apply'for
circular, or confer with,
sept.17.tf. A. B. BEUM3Y, A. M., M. D
Chunijo of Sch'Hluie.
'n and after Monday June 2d 1879, trams on
Northeastern Railroad will ran as follows,
'nun* daily except Sunday.
Leave Athens 4.05 P. M.
Arrive at Lula 6.20 P. M.
Arrive at Atlanta 10.30 P. M.
Leave Atlanta 3250 P. M.
Leave Lula. 7.46 P. M.
rrve at Alliens 10.00 P. M.
On Saturdays this additional train will be
run.
Athens .LOO A. M.
Arrive utLula 6.45 A. M.
Arrive at Atlanta 11.30 A. M.
Leave Atlanta 4.1?♦ A. M.
Leave Lula 8.52 A. M.
Amvo at Athens...... 11.05 A. M.
Both trains connect at Lula with trains each
w»r on Air Line Railroad. Passengers going
North connect closely at Lula at 6.20 P. M with
nail tnun on Air Line Railroad and by taking
the 5.00 A. M„ Saturday train connect with the
tut Northeastern train, reaching Washington
next morning to Breakfast and New York at
3.45 P. M., making the unprecedented time of
34 hours and 4? - mutes between Athens and
Now York. Passengers from Georgia Railroad
have ample time to take the evening train and
hereby reach the Springs of North Georgia to
Sspner.
J. M. EDWARDS,
Superintendent.
w mstje
LSAS a=kd 02Z.S,
L) It XT G S
Arad Medicix.es>
GARDEN !**EED
— AND —
srass sass.
Stock of Seed all Frssh.
For any of above or anything in
the Dtug Line call on.
E. C. LONG & CO.
WHOLESALE AND lUiT.vIL DRUGGISTS
Georgia Rail Road Company
floiWllauMH 1 * Omcs, 1
Vnmn, me., July 12th, 1879. f
On and after San<Uv, July lflth Train* will
and arrive at Athens a* follow*:
Lua-,-0 ATHENS ..
Leave WiuUrviUe...
Luav« Luxiu^ton....
Loava Antioch
1-uATo Masers
9.45 a M
a. .10.20 AH
.. ..10.48 A M
.... 11.05 A M
I-wave W ooJviile....
Arrive Union Point..
11.21 a u
11.45 am
Arrive Atlanta
.... 5.00 p y.
Arrive Macon -
5.25 p y
.Vrrive Aiumsta
3.28 p y
Leave Aariutt.. . . . .
9.35 a u
Lcavo Mauo*
7.00 A 31
Lcitvo Atlanta
7.45 AX
Leave Union Point..
12.55 r y
Arrive Woodrille...
Arrive Maters
Arrive Antioch
1.10 p y
1.30 p y
L50 p x
Arrive Lexington...
Arrive Wintenrille..
2.12 p x
2.47 p x
Arrive Athena
5.15 p x
ArnJ£N3,*(i Eonota,!
sept.ll.Iy.
MOSS .& THOMAS,
CflTTDI FaCTDSS & COMMISSION Mebouits,
Clayton St., Athens, Ga.
AJvnnces made onCotton consigned in Store.
sepL.li.Iy. ..
The baby rolls upon tite fioor.
Kicks up his tiny teef.
Anti pokes Ixis toes into liis mouth—
Thus malticg both eiula meet.
The tlosr. attached to a tin pail,
Goes howling down the street,
And, its he madly bites hia tail,
He raaketh both ends meet.
Tiic butcher slays the pensive pig,
Cuts olf his ears and feet,
And grinds them in a sausage big —
Thus raaliin ; both ends meet.
[llackcnsack Re publican
—I want to be a fireman
And with tho firemen stand.
An oil-clctli bat upon my hoa.i,
A nozrie in my hand. *
Then with my guttapercha boots
And scstriet flannel shirt,
I T «1 turn tho hose upon the boys
And wtitch the old tiling squirt.
—I’inciunati Star.
The Judge ookeddown with serious fl own
Upon that nose so pink.
And then he said : “Old puddln’ head
Now toil mo, do you drink ?”
The soaker smiled like some bland child,
And Tose from where he sate ;
“ Well, seein’ it’s you. don’t care if I do;
I always tnko mine straight..”
COFFEE!
If von want a oup of good, hiirli flavoreti and
Pen* Kio Comt from MOOES, JESKHiS ds
CO’S-, (Xow York)
StcsLs^sd. Aricn.
Will certainly plense you. It cannot be ex
celled. Ask your grocer for it.
june.3.3m.
rrains run daily, except to and from Wash-
ugton which arc doily except Sundays.
E. R. DuitAitT, Gen., Paaa., Agt.
3. K. Jonnaov, SupL
LIVERY. FEED AND SALE STABLE,
Athana, Goorgia-
OATiZ’i & REAVES, PROPRIETORS.
Win bo foand at their old stand, rear Frank
lin House : mi I.lin-, Thama* streeL Keep al-
waya on hand .»ood Turnonts and rarctnl dri
vers, Stock well caret: for when eni mated to
our care. Stock on ban 1 for side at HI rimes.
decUtf.
COVET CdLOBAR WESTERN CHUTHT.
Atzxunin S. E*wnt, of Athens, Jmlg*
Auuar L. UnciraiA, of Athens, SoliirtorGen-
eral.
Banks, first Monday in April and Octobar.
Clarke, second Monday in May and Xo-
rembar.
0 win nett, first Monday in March and Sep
tember.
Habcnham third Monday in April and Oc
tober.
, Rail, third Monday in March and Septem-
Jackson, third Monday in February and
•V input.
Jnl >COne *’ ® >nrt ^ 1 Monday In Jimnary and
,^^abun, tourtU Monday in April andOe-
Walton, third Monday in February and
Anjrast.
White, Monday atlor tiie fonrth Monday in
Apnl and October
^Pottery PletorosI
The largeat and lmiilsanml rasiimiuni of
riCTCRHS FOE POTTEBT DECOSATIOH,
•ear brought to Athena,
IWrafc* . AT FAXITEKJEK,
BCBrara noOR^TQEE.
Soim Huy Insrace
COMPANY,
JShUrSEE&XS, (—BC ^ rtrr a_
TOUNO I_ G. HARRIS, Pr—eirient
STKVKXS THOMAS, Secretary.
Grate AmcCs, April 1, 1877, - - 9791,S» 0S
Roaidsnt Director*.
Vomro L. O. Ha am:. amvicr* Thomas
Johs H. Xkwtos, Eliza L. Mbwtow,
Dc. Hcmct Hull, Fkcdisasb Pmaizr
ALBIM P. Dkaktso, Da. H. M. Sarnt,
Col. Bobkht Tuouas. Jons W. Xicnouoa,
mvSfl-wly
CHARLES F. STUBBS,
(Sacceseor to Groover, Stahl* & Cct,)
COTTON FACTOR
—AND—
General Cammiaaion Merchant,
AGENT, FOE THE
Quitman Factory Yams,
94 BAT STREET,
Savannah, Cieorgia.
Tifnfinp, TUa " - * -
Little bit» of lemon, little chunks of icc.
Little water 5 n sugar makes von feel so nice;
Littl • grains of sugar, little - Imps of iyo.
Makes the rosy proboscis ami tna bleary <tya.
A Figlit For An Heiress.
Ax ExcrrixG Tale piiom Real
Life—Mysteries and Miseries of
A French Family Broil.
Washington Cor. N. Y. Evening Post.
The French Minister will soon have
brought to his attention a most singu
lar lamily difficulty which presents
many features of equal interest with
those of the most eye:time fiction.
The Critic otthis afternoon will print
the particulars, which, briefly given,
are as follows: Several years before
the ’war of the rebellion, a French
family, consisting of Mr. and Mrs.
Reratid, and a daughter Amelia, came
to this country. One sou was '.eft in
France in charge of an aunt to be
educated. Mr. Reraud after some
years returned to France, and while
there his father-in-law died, leaving
a property of a million dollars to the
grandchild Amelia, who waa empow>
ered in turn to bequeath it either to
her mother or brother. Mr. Reraud
afterwards, returned to the United
States, but went back again to France
in 1SC6, and since that time nothing
has ever been heard from him, and he
is supposed to be dead. All attempts
on Mrs. Reraud’s part to discover bis
whereabouts have been in vain, the
son, when written to, having system
atically evaded an answer.
The grandchild Amelia meanwhile
became of age, and naturally
wished her property.. And here is
found the strangest part of the tale.
It seems as though the son and
mother had struggled for possession
of the poor girl, who was partly deaf
and dumb and low with consumption,
in order to control her large property.
The son it seems set agents at work to
poison the mind of the girl against
her mother, who, it was said, was try
ing to kill her, and persuaded her to
flee to France. Whenever such pro
jects were broached the mother op
posed them until she could accompany
the girl herself. Finally last Febru
ary the girl disappeared, and the
mother learned that she had under
taken the winter voyage secretly and
alone. She had not been in France
three weeks before it is asserted she
died. The sou in seuding this infers
mation took occasion to use to Ins
mother the harshest language, up
braiding her as the murderess of her
child. He sneered at her efforts to
get the girl’s property, and assured
her she should never get a cent of it
She, on the contrary, declares that
die has ever bten the protector
and friend of her child, and m sups
port of h er claimes has letters from
President Gallaudet, of the Deaf and
Dumb College, where tho daughter
had studied, from the Rev. Dr.
Paret, her pastor, the lamily pbya-
cian and others, which speak of her in
the highest terms of praise. Armed
with these documents and others,
Mrs. Reread will attempt to show
that the daughter was enticed away
through a conspiracy.
name. See here! I always loved you; K.A IT. A flH-DeYOUNCr.
not for your beauty, God knows, hot
for your artlessne* i ’pon my aoul I [ San. Francisca Under the
did, and would have proposed to youThumb of Dennis Kearney,
only that I heard you were engaged
to the chap that is stretched there.”
“Oh! Mr. Howard!” said Mrs.
Smith that was to be, giving a little
Don’t Mr Howard me. It you
return my affection yon must call me
by some pet names. Call me Harry,
sail me Lovey, but for heaven’s sake
don’t Mr. Howard me, iry own Pais*
cilia!” said Howard, in a quivering
J OB WOSKCroCLBBaCSIP
tion neatly done at = this office.
iforrais orshrTsnent toLirarp—i
I p«tlh
Me. A. A.^ Was, Cashier and Camnndwt
lot Groover; Stubbs & Co*: has
A foreign gentlemen said to mi
employe on - one of our railroad:
“What fa the uext train to So und-
So?” “No. 4, sir; hut she m late,
because So. 15, which i»just behind
11, is nut going out before IS back*
up before 5. Then i2 will go on* be
fore your train gets in, to let IT come
up on the track where g is.”
ed, I telt the cloth removed from my
face, and a voice, which I recognised
as that of my intended father in-law,
said:
“Ha hasn’t changed much,’’ and hia
companion, whose voice l recognised
as Sowerby’s the undertaker, said
lightly:
“There’s just where yon are mista
ken, Mr. Muffins; he looks a cussed
sight better dead than alive, but how
does Priscilla feel about it? Take
on much eh ?”
“Oh ! no, just enough to appear
well,” said the father of my affianced
with a chuckle. “She never cared
much for Smith; ’twas his stamps
that she fancied. My Priscilla is a
practical girl and went in for his
dimes, his carriage and greys, al
though at the same time I must own
she was spoony on bald-pated How
ard, the artist, but he’s poor as Job’s
turkey, as the saying in.’’
“Well she can have hhu, now for
all this poor cuss, can’t she?’’ said
Sbwerbv, 1 tearing a tattoo with his
digits on mo chest
“I presume so, but she will wait
till the year is up, for fear of gossip,
you know.”
“But who gets his money, seeing
the poor cuss has no undertaker ?”
queri ed the undertaker.
“Oh! that’s alt l ight Yon see, my
Priscilla is a sensible gtrl. Before she
promised to marry him she had him
make his u ill in her favor Poor
Smith was rather sappy, you know ;
had nothing against him, however, al.
though he w:is dcuccdly homely, and
such a bam door of a mouth always
open.”
“Well, said the cheerful voice of the
undertaker, “his mouth is shut tight
enough now, I reckon; he’ll never
open his mouth in this world again.
I reckon his immortal part is now with
the angels.”
And my mortal parr, is also with the
a:'gels thought I—a fine pair of an-
g' -s ! I fe'.t indignant at their clumsy
ridicule. I tried to shut my fist, but
the devil a shut was to it. I could
do nothing but listen. Ho then be
gan to measure me for my coffin. I bad
heard that undertakers whistle joyful
ly when they got a measure. I be
lieved it to be only a joke on the craft
but Sowbery actually struck up the
air “Pull Down the Blinds’* in a subs
dued thrilling whistle while he meas
ured me.
A nobby casket and one hundred
hacks eh, Mr. Muffins? Must make a
big thing of it. The cuss left lots of
money, and remember he was to be
your Priscilla’s husband. Must make
a splurge Mr. Muffins,” said the wor
thy undertaker, with an eye to his
own pocket.
“Well I don’t mind if the coffin is a
little n:bbv looking: but one hun
dred hacks! The deuce! Just send
one for the mourners, and the rest
who come to attend the funeral can
furnish their own rigs or hoof it,
whichever suits them.”
They covered my face again and
left me to my own reflections. I had
often heard it remarked that medita
tion was good for the soul, and this
was the best chance I ever hail ot
trying It.
An hour must have passed and the
door was again opened, and two per
sona came whispering along, to where
I lay, and the voice of my promised
wife fell on my ear.
“I dread to look on him. Mr. How
ard ; he was so homely when living,
he must be frightful when dead.”
I ground my teeth, in rage as I re
membered how often she had gone in
to rapt ures, or pretended to, over my
noble brow and expressive mouth, and
would solemnly declare that i£I were
taken from her she would enter a cou-
vent, take the black veil and never
more behold the sun.
One of them raised the cloth. I
knew they were looking on rue. How
ard was the chap she was spooney on,
whom her father had mentioned.
Seems to me yon don’t feel very
had about his dying, Miss Muffins,’
exclaimed Howard, deliberately.
Well, to tell the truth,’’ said my
betrothed, “I don’t care very much
about it. If he hail lived I suppose I
should have married him, because he
waa very rich; bnt I was getting
about sick of my bargain, for I know
should always he ashamed of
him.’*
But you loved lijai,’’ remarked
Howard.
No, I didn’t! My affections were
wasted long ago on one who never re
turned my love,” and my fast-fading
idol sighed heavily. They had now
covered my face again, and were
standing within a few feet of where I
lay.
“About how long ago, Miss Muf
fins?” asked Howard.
“Oh! about a year or so,” with an
other sigh.
“Aboutthe time I wait away?”
interrupted the cautious Howard,
coughing a little.
. “Well, yes, about that length at
time,’’ assented my dear affianced.
“Now, Miss Mu-Muf-Muffins—you
—oh ! you don’t mean to insinuate
that I-I I, oh !'oh T oh I toe much bliss
—am the lucky—**
“I don’t mean to insinuate any-
thingj Mr. Howardand the aogelic
sweetness of her voice become
metaCc: , . ,
ow, see here—Pris—Frit
,oh l let me call you by that melodious
feet, accompanied by a loud lip explo
sion: Moacsf.how mad Igot! I tried
to kick or grate my teeth, but not a
kick or a grate could I raise. I was
obliged to hear it
Soon my compenv left, and I was
again entertained by my own pleas
ant thoughts, until £ aga n felt the
doth gently removed from my face.
A soft warm palm was laid on my
forehead, and the low sweet voice of
Minnie Rivera whispered—well, no
matter what . .,
Night came, and so diil the neigh
bors to my wake; and from the old
crones who sat -near me I Teamed to
my horror that T was to be buried tiie
next day.
“Of course yon are coming to the
funeral to-morrow, Mrs. Frizzlebanm,
said one of them.
“Oh ! dear, yes, surely I hope it
may turn out a fair day, for I want to
en joy the ride to the cemetery.”
I then lost consciousness, and the
next I heard were grating voices of
Priscilla, my finance, and her moth
er. Apparently they were brushing,
(lusting and giving the room a gener
al slicking up before the funeral.
“Is Howard to he one of the pall
bearers ?” asked the voice of my
mother-in-law that might have
been.
“He would h *, gladly, hut he
hasn’t a suit of black clothes,” said my
sweetest.
“Why, Priscilla, my child, don’t
you remember Smith’s black broads
cloth ; the suit is bran new. I know
it will fit Howard. Call him in—be
is sitting in the kitchen—and let him
try them on.”
Now this black suit was a particu
lar favorite of mine, a perfect fit, that
set my person off to great advantage,
and it made my blood boil to hear
them talk so cooly of transferring it
to my rival, to be worn at my funer
al,
felt
The Circumstances Attending the
Affair.
Thu whole country has been thrown
into a fever of excitement by the news
of the shooting last Saturday morning
of Rev. J. S. Kallach in San Francis
co by Charles DeYoung, one of the
editors of the Chronicle. Kallach
was, and is yet, the working men’3
candidate for mayor.
The circumstances leading to the
shooting of Kallach is as follows : Af- !
VOL 63.
“Raised. ”
No barber knoweth whom he may
shave, and|the man who rushes into a
barber shop and drops into a barber’s
chair, without seeing who occupies the
next chair to the right or left, may
get badly left; as a case proved, yes
terday. A solid old citizen in the
wholesale trade was taking it easy, his
face covered with lather, when in
came a young man who flung off his
coat, bounced into a chair, and called
out:
“Hurry up, now, for I must get
back to the store before old. Blank
does, or he will raised thunder! Hang
him, he won’t even give a man time
ter Kallach was nominated by the
working men of the city as a candi-
date for mayor, Charles DeYoung in
a speech at the state convention of
Urn honorable bilks, announced that
he would compel Kafiach’s withdraw
al from- the contest. Subsequently
he notified Kallach unless he withs
drew he would rake up Ids record in
the columns of the Chronicle. Kal
lach sent baclc word for him to go
ahead that he could tell worse things
about the DeYoungs than they could
bring against him. Ou Wednesday
lass the Chronicle came out with a
foiig article reviewing Kallach’s career
in Boston and Kansas, dwelling par
ticularly on hia repeated amours, and
also ventilating his political and busi
ness record. Ou Thursday and Fri
day the Chronicle contained similar
and more elaborating articles, and
dragged in Kallach’s lather, now-
dead, recounting hundreds of immo
ralities on bis part, Kallach had ad
vertised a mass meeting at Metropol
itan temple Friday night, at which it
was given out that he would read a
copy ot the article published some
years ago by B. F. Naptkaly
The solid citizen turned his face to
glance at the other, and the barber
noticed a reddening of his face.
“Going on a vacation this summer?”
asked the barber, who was preparing
to shave the young man.
“Vacation ! How in thunder can I
get away from old blank ? And if p
could, he pays such a stingy contemp
tible salary that I couldn’t afford even
a ride on the terry boat.”
“Why dou’t.1 ask him for the hand
of his freckled-nose daughter? He’d
discharge me in s minute, though he’s
got money and can afford it. If the
oli hyena would have a stroke of
apoplexy the junior partner might do
something but such, chaps always live
to be a hundred, years old.”
Conversation ceased here, the solid*
man got out of his chair,{took a brush
ing and sat down, and. when the
clerk arose from his chair and learned
around, snow-balls would have looked
black beside his face. He tried to
bow and sneak, hut something
wouldn’t let him, and when he start
ed to put on his coat he held it tails
up anti collar down. Hu was strug
gling with.it when the solid man rose
Rttle paper cal lei the Sun. This ar- upj 'looked around and walked oht,
tide was an attack upon the personal ‘ ~ —
and lamily record of the DeYoungs
of the most pronounced character,
and led to au attempt on their part to
kill Napthaly, which lai'ed. De
Young seat Kallach werd that it ho
read that article they would shoot
him on sight. Friday night an im
mense audience gathered at the Met
ropolitan temple, and the street out
side was packed with a crowd num
bering thousands. Kallach addressed
the in-door meeting, scoring the
DeYoungs mercilessly and reflecting
on tlieir personal record and family
antecedents in the most direct mans
I was getting vary mad now. I i uer.
the crisis was near and j On Saturday morning Charles De-
saving never a word. The barber wet
the young man’s bead and held co
logne to his nose, but he walked side
ways when he weat out, and there
was an uncertain wobble to his knees.
In applying for the vacant position
tosdav, state wh it shop you shave
at
that I should either die or explode if' Young drove in a covered coupe in
theyjmeddled with my black suit, j front of the private entrance of the
Priscilla took it down- from the-peg—
I knew it, for I heard the buckles jin
gle—and make for the door, I tried
to shake my fist, and yelled at her,
but all in vain; and there I lay, out
wardly calm as a lamb, my inwards
boiling with wrath. It was too
much ! The trance could not have
held out against that suit. With a
powerful effort I sprung up and howl
ed. Priscilla dropped my clothes,
her mother the duster, and buth
boundad out of the room squealing
like shot rabbits. With difficulty I
managed to get my clothes, and had
just got inside my pants when Mrs.
Muffins and her daughter, headed by
the undertaker, peered in at the door;
a motley company of women and
smutty-faced children stood in their
roar. Such scared looking owls; the
sight was enough to amuse a dead
mar. So I laughed. It w:i3 not very
becoming; bat I laughed peal after
peal till luv sides began to ache. Then
the undertaker ventured near me,
saying rather dubiously:
“Sir- you are not death yet, Mr.
Smith?” -
Well, no, not exactly; sorsy to
ilienppoint my friends about [the fu
neral, however.’* jUL;
Yes,” he assented," , absently ;
“bad, rather—that is—ahem !*
Fooled out of the dimes, carriage
and greys, my gal, thought I, os I
looked at Priscilla.
“Go speak with him,’* 3aid her
father, in an undertone; “act your
part well.”
They now began to gather around
me and to congratulate me on my
narrow escape. I noticed they cried
a great deal mo e than when l was
dc ad.Prisuilla came and hting on my
neck, sniveling desperately. I gave
her a not-over-gentle push from me,
and told her to wait next time till I
was safely buried before she meddled
with my clothes.
Oil, I’m so glad!” she said, sweet
ly, without appearing to notice what I
said about my clothes, “that you are
not dead, dear. My heart seemed
withered and broken to see you lying
so cold and white. I wept bitterly
over your poor, angelic face, my dart>
ing.”
“Oh, yes you did. I heard you and
Howard take on at a furious rate. It
was a very lucky die for me, my
ducky.”
“Could you hear ?” die gasped.
“I- rather tbiuk I could,” I replied.
“So good by, my noble girl; you can
have the p'easuse of calling Howard
all the pet names yon can lay your
tongue to.” She mad a bee-line tor
the open door, and her pull-back waa
tiie last I ever saw of her. Howard
never married her, and I hear she
still lives a life of angle blessedness.
As I am writing this piece a quiet lit
tle figure steals to my side, and a soft,
while band, which sends a thrill of
pleasure to my heart, U laid • lovingly
on my shoulder; yes, the hand of
Minina Rivers; now Minnie Smith, ray
Metropolitan temple, where Kallach
has his study and room, and sent a
messenger boy asking him to come
out. Mr.. Kallach immediately ap
peared on the sidewalk, when De
Young shot him in the breast.
Kallach turned to retreat, when
DeYoung shot him in the back.
Kallach was at first believed to he
killed, but his physicians have some
Lopes of his recovery. The crowd
immediately seized tiie carriage in
which DeYoung was. turned it over
and tore him out. He was dreadfully
kicked and bruised, and would no
donbt have been killed on the spot
bad not an unusual number of polices
men come suddenly to the rescue and
harried him to jail.
A HOB.
In accordances with notices posted
on the streets workingmen assembled
in immense numbers at the sand lots
and by two o’clock, notwithstanding
the crowds gathered on the streets in
town, over 10,000 excited men gaths
ered around the rude rostrum, shout*
ing, cursing and calling for tho blood
of Kallach’s assassin. They demanded
to he led ot once down town to hang
DeYoung and demolish the Chronicle
office- Ctitus Barbour took the stand
and addressed the meeting, earnestly
urging to await the arrival of Kearney
before taking farther steps; The
crowd was eager to action and lis
tened with,had grace to all arguments
tending to delay their vengeance.
Barbour continued dwelling upon the
fact they were unorganized and in no
condition to cope with the police and
militia.
dennis kearney.
At the sand.lots Sunday afternoon
an immense crowd assembled. Kear
ney called the meeting; to order. He
began by claiming that the workings
men’s party is today a party of law
and order in the city. Hie then went
on to remind them that the eyes of
the country were on them ;. that at
tiie coming election they hold the vic
tory in their grasp, and must not
throw it away by any injudicious
action. In a few days more they
would accomplish at the polls that for
which they had been striving for the
last two years. The Chinese must go
and DeYoung must hang when they
obtain, control at the government.
He then c rapared the assault on
KallacL with the Terry-Broderick
dud, to the disadvantage of DeYoung,
who gave his victim no chance. His
speech was largely devoted to an evi
dent attempt to make political capital
oat ot the and to gain sympa
thy for the workingmen’s movement
on account of tiie assault on Kallach
and to obtain prestige by careful and
moderate action* He dosed by* ad
juring the crowd, after the meeting
closed, to dispmae quietly to their
homes and not assemble in masse urn,
til again called upon.
Tho leaders of the 'workingmen’*
Kallach’
What He Wanted.
He draped into Jones’ barber shop
at a time when the place was empty.
Mr .Tones said “gool morning” with
profesional gravity, and his visitor
stretched himself out in a chair.
“Fine weather, eh ?” inquired the
tonsoria’ artist.
“O, you bet it is Sue weather; you
bet it is fine weather; it is just simply
the finest kind of weather ;. you can’t
find finer weather than this in tlie-
poetic portion of tho dime novel.’’
“It is pretty fine, sir,” went on Mr.
Jones.
“That’s just what I've been telling
you ; there’s no doubt at all about the
fineness of she weather.”
“Shave, sir?”
“Not this morning. Weil, air, to re
turn to the weather, this reminds me
of a summer long ago when I wander
ed in the woodland and plucked the
violet from the brookside in boyish
glee..
“Would you like to have ycur mus
tache trimmed?”
“Not mueh ; itdoseu’t need iff this
weather.”
“Don’t you want your liair cut?”
“I don’t fancy that I do, my dear
sir,” replied the stranger with a broad
grin.
“Do yon want a shampoo ?*” ..
“Nary a shampoo.”
“Any soap, pomade, combs and
brushes, or hair grease? I have a
drizzling assortment.”, *
‘‘I don’t want to purchase anything
to-day.”
And then Mr. Jones, in bjank as
tonishment, asked:
“Well, what do you want 2”
“Don’t want anything.”
“Then why did yon contain here ?”
“Why did I coma in here"? 'Well
I’ll tell you, I saw that your chairs
were nice and easy, and that you'
seemed to be deserted and lonely, so.
I thought I just drop in, rest myself
a little, and have a sociable talk with
you.”
And then he ambled- out leaving
the barber so petrified with amuse
ment that he shaved six men before!
he remarked, “Hair’s gettin’ a little
thin on top, sir. Better try a bottle
of my Cap'illary Coaxer.’— Uncle Sam.
Statistii-3 for Girls.
I r" i”
A young English statistfiiran, who
was paying court to a young lady,
thought to surprise her with his im
mense erudition. Producing his note
book, she thought he was a! tout to
indite a love sonnet", hut was slightly
taken back .'by: .the frittering ques-
tisto-L . . . «*•
‘•Hnv many meals •!« you eat ?”
“Why, three, of course; but ot all
the oddest questions.”
“Never mind, dear, I’ll tell yon all
about It in> a moment.”
Hia pencil was rapidly at work.
At last fondly clasping her stealer
waist—
“Now, my darling; I’ve got if, and
if you wish to know how ntneh has
passed through that adorable little
mouth, in the lost seventeen yean, £
can give you the exact figures.”
“Goodness! Gracious I What con
you mean ?*
. “Now, just listen,” says he, and
you will hear exactly what you. have
been obliged to absorb to maintain
those charms which are to make the-
happiness of my life.”
“Ah, you. are surprised, no doubt,
but statistics are wonderful things.
Just listen : You are 17 years old, so
that in fifteen years you have absorb
ed oxen or calves, 5; sheep and
Iambs, 14 ; chickens, 32; ducks, 204;
geese, 25 ; turkeys, 100 ; game of va
rious kind, 724; fishes, 160 ; eggs,
3124: vegetables (bunches), 700;
fruit (baskets), 603 ; cheese, 102;
bread, cake, etc. (in sacks of flour),
40 ; wine (barrels), II; water (gal
lons), 3000.
At this time the maiden revolted,
and, jumping up, exclaimed t
“I think you are very impertinent,
and disgusting besides, and I will uot
stay to listen to you.’* Upon which
she flew into tho house.
He gazed after her with an ab
stracted air, and left, saying to him
self : _
“If she kept talking at that rate
twelve Boars out of twenty-four, her
jaws wonld in twenty years travel a
distance of 1,332.124 miles,”
The maiden, within two months,
married a well to da groeer, who was
no statistician.—Ex
4 T.Ta.n r»n<i a Gate and a Wo
man.
Detroit Free Bresa.
The gates at the passenger depots
which siiut.out all people not having
tickets for theirains were yesterday
closed at the Union depot against an
elderly woman wearing spectacles and
tising an umbrella for a cane.
“Can’t pass without a. ticket,” said
the man at the gate as she came up.
“I want to see if there’s anybody
on that train going to Port Huron,’’
she answered.
“Can’t pass without a tiekt-t, mad-
ame.”
“I’ve got a darter in Port Huron,
I have.”
“Can’t help it, please. My orders
are very strict.”
“I tell you I want to send word to
ray darter!’’ she exclaimed, adjusting
her spectacles for a better view ot the
official.
“Yes, but we can’t help that, you
see. Please show your ticket.”
“I want this ’ere railroad to under
stand that I’ve got a darter in Port.
Huron and she’s got a baby four
weeks old, and I’m going to send her
up word in spite of all the gates in this
depot!”
“Please show your ticket, mad-
ame ?”
“I tell you once more ”
“Please show your ticket, mad-
ame ?”
She gave the old umbrella a whirl
and brought it down on his head with
all the vim of an old-fashioned log
raising, and as he staggered aside she
passed him and said :
“There’s my ticket, sir, and I’ve
got more behind it! Mehbe one man
and a gate can stop me from sending
word to my darter to grease the has
hy’s nose with mutton taller if the
weather changes cold, bnt I don’t
believe it.”
And she walked down to the train,
found some one going to Port Huron,
and came back carelessly humming-
the melody of the “Three Blind
Mic^”
The old goat tried to butt a circu
lar saw, and the subsequent proceed*
_ings were hut a trifle tp what the
r bucksaw.—Near York News
“Man wants hnt little here below,”
wherever he mayr roam, and wbert.
he calls for largegbefr, he wants but
little foam, j ■ ,
Burning for Thirty-six "Years.
Charlotte N. C Observer.
About three years ago the Observ
er reported the case of a citizen of
this county who, having married in
1843, lighted a fire ou hia hearth-stone
as soon as he carried his bride to his
new home, and had kept it burning
ever since The citizen was in town
yesterday, and bring questioned about
the matter, stated that the fire was
still burning, and that throughout all
these thirty-six years it had never
been allowed to go out. Questioned
as to whether or not it madia the
house uncomfortably hot in torrid
weather, he said the extra, heat thus
generated was not perceptible. In
reply to another question, he said that
in summer weather, when it was nec
essary for comfort’s sake to keept the
fire burning very low, he had to get
up frequently at night to replenish it
slightly, bnt that he counted this os
nothing- when he contemplated' die
idea of that fire going tact. He haw
evidently formed tor it a s trong at-
party hod a conference with Kallach’s
medical attendants to-day to consider
the expediency of patting up some
other man for mayor. The phyri-
dans informed them that at present
they saw nothing in. the condition of
Kfillnch to render anch a course nee-
easary, and. intimated tho probability
of his early recovery.
Charles DeYoung was brought be
fore the pojice_court to-day, and,
waiving examination, waa held to an
swer the charge of asBanlt with intent
to kill, without bail.
N"obIe Jackass.
Syracuse Herald.
John A. Rockafellow writes from
Arizona to a-friend in this city an ac
count of a.rcry amusing adventure he
rccenty had with a cinnamon hear.
The latter is a very: ugly customer-to
close with, but our friend was deliv
ered in the most unexpected manner,
as will be seen by the following:
“Last night I was coming np from
the Santa Cruz valley, eighteen miles
below. I was riding a buro (jackass),
but on coming to a verry steep hill
dismounted, and was slowly walking
np when I came on an immense cin
namon bear, less than twenty feet
away. Of coarse, to run was out of
the question; so I stood and eyed the
old’fellow, and ho stood and eyed me
asl slowly pulled out my six-shooter
from the holster. Old bear hunters
say it isn’t safe to tackle a cinnamon
with a rifle carrying Ies3 than seventy
grains of powder, aud then give him
a dead shot, as the cinnamons are
worse than the grizzlies. I didn’t
have my rifle with me, and as my six-
shoorter ouly uses twenty-three of
powder Icoucluded I was not looking
for a fight - nnies3 the bear waa.
Whatever his intentions were I don’t
know; hot my buro (jackass), who
was some distance ahead just then,
caught sight ot him, instead of run
ning away, as one would expect,
started for Mr Bruin with tail ami
ears erect, and to cap the climax com
menced to bray. This was too much,
and: the old bear started as if he was
shot ouf of a gun. He just, tore up .
the ground, and when he couldn’t run,
fast enough he rolled down the moun
tain side. ■ ‘Old Balaam* has played
that trick before with me when f
have been frying to get up on a deer,
and I have always pounded him for it,
bnt last night I concluded I would
give hem a feather medaL”
A ,Boy’s Vacation Letter.-—-A
amounts to a pazsion.
tachment, and yet one wonld not take small boy waa sent to the country to
him for a sentimental man. But this board a short time ago. HepramisetL
fire is to him a constant reminder of hie mother that he wonld write a -
the day when he first brought home 1 good long letter,, describing hie trip
his bride. Amnnd it his- children and hoarding place, etc. A week
have grow n up into manhoodand - wo- want by, and his poor mother was
manhood, aud thfiite ^children have nearly distracted when- she got tiie
gazed into its light It was the last ftiftewiiig'ihelMcatiiigletterftamillBtfr 1
hgte tterMl ttontftiiaajaaaSBtelnfe “tewn hrasttapd»E«WBripaif my wlafc’^
and he hopw that it wili W tke last for ajiqp. and, he is the. 'bra^pr lofc k
that will fall apon hia. ; l Viewed thus, and X’went in swimmfn’ fourteen
his sentiments in. the. matter can be times yesterday, and a fel'er stole-my
understood, and so strong is this sen- pocketboOk, and I waDt so ne money;
tiinent that with the- old man it- ami I shall bribg the pup home,’’
Boston (JIoC^