ATHENS, GA., TUESDAY MORNING, NO'EMBER 17,1891.
THE LONG AGO.
-TIs plnl nttve and low
Of the I .idk ftgo-
Ttic mu >iv that stirs
In the heart of the firs.
With the murmuring strata
From the heaven of pain,
TIs the breath borne in
from the bliss that has been.
There's a day of light
Ami u day of night;
At set of the son
Is a day begun.
The milder day
Of the far away—
Love's softer dawn
Of the lost, the gone.
—John Vance Cheney In Cosmopolitan.
THE DE TEOTIVE’S EONG TRHIL.
1 turned it up in'the body of the
catalogue, and a thrill of anguish and
disappointment ran through my breast.
This is what I read: “839-A Nihilist
Conspiracy. Michael Angelo 'Badger.”
What could it mean? The great (loose
club picture had, then, been refused!
Ah, me! the disappointment was too
I conld have shed tears, but the agony I “The annals of the Rnssiau police, if session alongside me one lie has not of
felt at that moment was nothing to they could be rend, would excel the most course the mystery of Count Yasilvitch’s
What was to follow. 1 flung myself extravagant imaginings of yonr Belots death cannot be solved,
down on one of the big settees and tried ai »d Gaboriana.” said a handsome, heav- “Now, let me show how completely
to compose my feelings. As I did so Mr. Uy whiskered man who was oue of a this Paritz has been beaten,” and a smile
Alii .pbel, the picture dealer, catalogue little party of five gentlemen in a small stole over the whiskered face of the Ros
in hand, passed uie and gave a friendly room in a St. Petersburg private palace. “a® wl >ile he refilled his wineglass and
nod—the impudent beggar. I use the I “We have excellent writers of fiction drank it off. “I am by no means a de-
word beggar in its figurative sense, for. here in Russia” (two of his auditors were tective myself, but we pick up queer
Mu Ahitophel is, as you know, disgust- | Frenchmen), “and they sometimes go to
the real for material, but 1 am sure that
THE GOOSE CLUB TRANSFORMED.
Do you remember Badger’s big picture
of “A Nihilist Conspiracy” in the 1888
academy? It was one of the pictures of
the year. By gad, sir, that was a pic
ture! It fetched everybody, did “A
Nihilist Conspiracy.” Then came the
order for the “Conversazione atJBurling-
ton House,” and then, of course, his for
tune was made, and Badger became an
A. R. A. Badger, A. R. A., cuts me
now. I used to know him very well;
we were both members of the Goose
club. Of course that isn’t the right
name of our club—the real name is the
Swan—but we are always called the
Goose club, you know, • 1 there are all
sorts of mysterious reasons alleged forit.
Splitter, who is a professional wit, and
earns a very precarious living by it, and
is not a member of the Goose clnb—1
mean the Swan—declares that it’s be
en s- all our members who are dramatists
inva iably get the goose; that, in the
vile, common slang of the stage, means
that heir prodnetions are always hissed.
I have been told to my face, sir, by that
beast Grimier, also a profession..1 wit
ling, and whom we decline to elect to the
Goose club—I mean the Swan—because
he wasn’t qualified, for we are all spon
taneous w:..< at our dear old place—that
it’s because all our geese are swans, and
we swans are all geese.' I know the real
reason, and I’ve got it down in my re-
mini sconces, and when 1 die they’ll be
published, and you can buy a copy, and
then yon’ll find it out.
But to come back to Bndger’s magnum
opus. I gave hitn the tip—I mean the
valuable hint; I’m always giving people
good advice, and they’re seldom, very
seldom, grateful for it.
“Why don’t you do a nihilist picture?”
said 1 to Badger one day; “everybody’s
mad on nihilism jnst now. You've only
got to read up Stepniak and make your
nihilists ugly enough, and its bound to
be a big thing.” And then 1 stroked my
long gray beard (my beard, is my great
feature, you know). I’ve got a rather
low forehead, but then the ancients ad
mired low foreheads—tenni fronts, Hor
ace. Ha, hal
“You’d make a capital nihilist,” said
I gave him one of my scathing glances
ami 1 saw that the yonng fellow was
sorry for his impertinence. And then
the matter dropped.
The next thing I heard was that Bad
per was going to immortalize the Gfoos-
clnb—that he had determined to paint a
picture of the thirty most celebrated
members. Badger became suddenly pop
“Dear old man,” he said to me,
want you to sit.”
1 was delighted. I only sat for the
face, you know, and I was ,in the very
center of the picture. Badger selected
twenty-nine other victims. The like
nesses were wonderful. The members
actually fonght for the honor of sitting
to Badger, and then he shut himself np
iu his studio, and denied himself to
everybody on the pretense of patting in
the figures. There wasn’t one of us who
had the least doubt that the great pic
ture of the Goose club would become as
celebrated as Terburg’s masterpiece,
“The Congress of Munster." We felt—
by we 1 mean the happy thirty—that we
were already immortal; we felt that
Biulger would hand usdown to posterity
as representative lights of literature,
science and art. We’d have done any
thing for Badger at that time. We—I
and the other twenty-nine immortals—
were continually calling on Badger; but
we never could get a sight of of the pic
ture; he was invariably not at home.
And then a dreadful rumor ran about
the Goose clnb.
Pugwash, the sculptor, came back
from St. Petersburg, where he had been
executing a commission, and he told us
that Badger had painted one of us out
and had painted him in. We—I mean
the original thirty—endured weeks of
agony till the academy private view.
We couldn’t get anything out of Pug
wash; he declared that he was sworn to
secrecy: he even pretended that he didn't
really know which of ns was the—well,
Peri at the gate—for he swore that the
picture was covered up mysteriously
with clothes, merely leaving an opening
in which his head was inserted. How
we all envied Pugwash I He, at least,
was certain of immortality.
But 1 was determined to ascertain the
truth at once. Directly the hanging
committee at Burlington House com
menced its labors, I called on every
academician and associate I knew. They
none of them cotild tell me anything
about the Goose dub picture. You see,
in the ordinary course of things. Badger
would have exhibited his great picture
on Show Sunday, a month before the
opening of the academy. .He didn’t, sir;
our agony was prolonged until the very
I was there—by there, 1 mean at Bur
lington house—the instant the doors
openel for the private view. 1 bad a
ticket, you know, of ooMM 1 always
nave. I almost snatch'd the gratuitom
catalogue with which I was presented
oy one of the gorgeous gentlemen in the
•carlet gowns, who resemble lord chief
Justices or doctors of music of the Uni-
‘versity of Oxford—at least, they do at
vT 6 Stitts views; to the general public
on ordinary occasions they are only corn-
keepers. I almost snatched the
I say, and with trembling fin-
I turned to tho index and looked up
~ Michael Angelo. 1 found it No.
THE PUNCHED KOPECK.
A little nonsense now and then
Is selected by the wisest men.
THE MAN WHO EXPLAINED.
ingly rich. And- then twenty-eight of
my intimate acquaintances slowly passed
me, one by one. Each of them looked
as if he was attending his own fnneral.
Poor fellows, how 1 sympathized with
them. Snddeuly I received a tremen
dous slap on the back. It was Pugwash,
the sculptor. It wasn’t a well chosen
moment for slapping me on the back. I
turned gloomily toward him: my heart
was too fall for words.
“What’s the matter, old man?” said
Pugwash the sculptor airily. “Hava
von had your pocket picked?”
“It’ll be an awful blow for Badger,”
said I in a voice that might have touched
the heart of a stone. “It’s a fearful dis
appointment to us.”
Don’t be a fool,” said Pugwash, drag
ging me to my feet “Let’s come and
have a look at it.”
I followed him into room 6. It was
there, sir. and in front of it stood Mr.
Ahitophel smiling blandly, and twenty
eight- of my intimate acquaintances,
each with a face a yard and a half long.
I needn’t describe the picture, it’s too
well known. I was the central figure. I
have nothiug to com plain of as to the
likeness. The likeness was perfect.
Upon that dreadful canvas, sir, the fire
of genius sparkled from my eyes, but I
was dressed in a sheepskin coat, sir, and
a muddy pair of butcher boots, in my
hand 1 held an infernal machine, the
properties of which I was apparently ex
plaining to my twenty-nine fellow con
spirators. There was a small petroleum
lamp on a little table iu the center of the
picture, which lighted np the faces of
the conspirators with a sort of devilish
They all wore muddy boots and sheep
Ain’t it splendid, deer boys?” said
Mr. Ahitophel, with a sort of circular
comprehensive wink that took ns all in
None of ns answered him.
“Well, anyhow." continued Ahitophel,
I’ve bought it, and i paid him four fig
ures for lL And you'll find pate de foie
gras and Dry Monopole in Sutherland
avenue at 2 sharp; and I shall be de
lighted to see the lot of you.
None of ns went to Mr. Ahitophel’s
nch—none of us: we were too deeply
grieved. None of ns, I mean, except
Pugwash; and he’s a fellow who would
lunch with the king of the Cannibal
islands if there was plenty of champagne.
I gave him the idea,” shouted Png-
wash triumphantly. “The accessories
are delightfully correct. I brought ’em
from Russia myself.”
Our twenty-nine hearts were too full
“It’s the picture of the year,” said Mr.
And it was.
Jnst then Badger suddenly appeared.
Of coarse we had to congratulate him,
I’m afraid we did it in a rather 'half
It’s a capital joke, isn’t it?” said
And then we all laughed a lend, hol
low. unmeaning cachiunation. It was
the langh of a chorus of Adelphi guests.
“You saved me pots of money in mod
els, dear boys,” said Badger. “Accept
my grateful thanks;” and then he sol
emnly shook hands with us all, one after
I have never shaken hands with Badger
What conceited fellows artists are!—
A NEW TRIAL
la Granted Elisha A. Underwood.
Atlanta, Ga., Nov. 10.—[Special. 1
— Elisha A. Underwood will get a new
This morning the supreme court re-
the shrewdest of them have never heard
of the pouched kopeck which belongs to
the annals of the police just mentioned.”
TJie man with the whiskera emptied
his wineglass and poshed it away as he
“About fifteen years ago Coant Yasil-
vitch was one of the best known nobles
of the empire. His St. Petersburg estab
lishment was conducted on a style of
royal magnificence, and he had the im
perial ear oftener than any other man of
his rank. Well, one morning the count
was fonud dead in his mansion and un
der circumstances which went to prove
that somebody had helped him out of
the world. As a matter of course the
Russian police took the affair in band
and that was the-last we heard of iL
At that time there was said to be at
tached to the Third section a man named
Paritz. Rumor invested him with all
the attributes of the ideal sleuth. No
body could be found who had ever seen
him, but all the same the great discov
eries in crime continued to be placed to
his credit. He worked out great results
from impossible beginnings, and some
said that it was Paritz who was adding
most to the criminal population of Si
beria. Of course every one expected to
see Count Yasilvitch’s enemy dragged to
light through the agency of this secret
man hound, bnt as weeks and months
passed withont anything of the kind
transpiring, Paritz became the laughing
stock of St. Petersburg.
Count Yasil vitch was known far and
wide as a numismatist. His collection
of coins was the most complete of any in
the country, and had drawn from the
mint large offers of purchase. In the
collection were two kopecks which had
been curiously pnnehed through the
center. Count Yasilvitcb valued these
coins abovrf any in his possession, and it
was understood that they had a history
which he would not reveal.
“When the police came to examine the
count’s coins after his death they discov
ered that a number of pieces were miss
ing, and among them was one of the
kopecks. Of coarse the authorities did
not care to publish their discovery from
motives which yon can easily understand,
and the world at large knew nothing
about iL The coin which was not taken
by the_ assassin, admitting this for our
story’s sake, gentlemen, was given to the
misty Paritz, with orders to find its mate
and the count’s enemy as weU.
Paritz took the case with his usual
bow, and there the chief of police left it.
The count's coins were pat np for sale,
and the numismatists who were drawn
to SL Petersburg by the event wondered
what bad become of the pouched kopeck.
Half a dozen bidders stood ready to pur
chase it at any price. Time rolled on
and everybody forgot Paritz and his
trail. We did not hear so much about
bis prowess now, and there were fewer
great discoveries in crime, although the
number of ejilea was not lessened.
1 recollect that I took considerable
interest in the trail of the kopeck at the
time. I was rather intimate with
member of the police, and he told me
much about the count’s death and the
hunt But question him as adroitly as
I would, 1 could learn nothing of the
identity of the renowned Paritz. In
deed, 1 was more than ever inclined to
consider him a myth, and to believe
that the name had become a general
term for the Third section. I went
abroad a few months after the Yasil
vitch mystery was sprang on society
and traveled almost incessantly for ten
years. I visited nearly every part of the
globe, finding wherever I went secret
representatives of our police, with whom,
being a native Russian myself, I became
as intimate as possible. I tried by these
means to keep track of the mythical
Paritz and his trail. The secret agents
had heard about the missing kopeck, bnt
versed the lower court and granted a ^ ^
new trial on the ground that Judge I they did not know how far Paritz had
Richard H. Clark had not properly | progressed, nor where he was then.
charged the jury.
When Underwood was on trial the
attorneys for the defense requested
Judge Clark to charge the jury on the
law of self-defense, and the judge de- I
clined to do so on the ground that there
There was something ludicrous in
the story of Paritz and the pnnehed ko
peck. The coin hod continually baffled
the czar’s spy, and he had heard noth
ing of it from the time it left Count
Yasilvitch’s possession. Your French
detectives might have done better, but
was no testimony in the case showing poor Paritz, he could find nothing!
the killing was done in self-defense “About a year ago interest in the
other than the prisoner’s statement. count’s death was suddenly revived by
In its ruling thp supreme court say8 the arrest of a man who had a lot of rare
in MB ru * **. . . . corns on Ids person. There was said to
that when a prisoner bo ng I be some of these missing from the mur-
inurder makes a pleft of self-defense, the a ere a man’s collection, and they were
judge must charge the jury on the law subjected to the closest scrutiny. The
of self-defense, whether there is any fellow arrested was an honest and illit-
other evidence substantiating the plea erate mudjik, who averred that he had
found the corns in the weed grown gar
den attached' to the late count’s resi
dence. He was not released till the gar
den had been spaded over for more coin
by the authorities, whose labors were re
warded by the finding of several rare
things in onr everyday wanderings.
Wherevejsl went daring my tour I ex
amined every coin that fell into my
hands, for I was quite familiar with
Conut Yasilvitch’s collection, and be
lieved I would be able to recognize any
parts of it at sight. 1 might even admit
that I gradually grew to be a hunter of
lost coins, aud of the puuched kopeck in
“Bntl came home unsuccessful. One
morning in (he markets of SL Peters
burg I received iu change a lot of small
coin which, being in a hurry at the time,
I carried home without an examination.
In my library I fell to looking at the
little pieces, ami wliat was my astonish
ment when I found in my hand a punched
kopeck. There was no donbt that I had
the identical coin which had baffled
the acumen of the Russian police for
fifteen years, and foe'which the wonder
ful Paritz could almost afford to trade
his head. Yes; I had found in SL Pe
tersburg the punched kopeck which the
sleuth of the empire may have chased
arouud the world, and in order to wind
np my story with the proper climax,
gentlemen, here it is!”
At the same time Colonel Simovar,
who had just finished the narrative,
drew from bis waistcoat pocket a small
coin, which he placed carefully and
with the proper emphasis of gesture on
the table under the lamp.
His auditors, two Frenchmen and two
Russians, leaned forward with gaze riv
eted on the coin.
Now. I would like to see Paritz match
the punched kopeck and thus vindicate
the fame of the Russian police,” con
tinued Colonel Samovar, looking np at
his auditors with a smile of triumph.*
If he does not l may hold him np as
the laughing stock of. the world and
prove that the Third section is not in
The last Words had barely left Simo-
var’a lips ere a very dark hand rose over
the edge of the table, and the next sec
ond, to the utter consternation of four
men, another kopeck, puuched exactly
like the first, lay on the cloth. Colonel
Simovar fell back and stared first at the
second kopeck and then at the guest
who had placed it where it was.
Paritz, gentlemen, has chased the
kopeck around the wqrld,” said the
gnest without the semblance of a smile
on his swarthy face. 4 ‘He takes great
pleasure in vindicating the Russian police
by matching Colonel Simovar’s kopeck.
“ am Paritz."
Colonel Simovar broke into a derisive
Yon are my friend and gnest, Cap
tain Bosilvitch,” said he to the so called
Paritz. “I recollect that we met in
Constantinople and again in Milan and
Athens. Come, come, gentlemen, Cap
tain Basilvitch is a man of honor. We
will drink to his little joke.”
The face of Paritz did not relax.
Rising to his feet he drew forth a
small diary, the leaves of which he
turned with provoking coolness.
At length he began to read of Colonel
Simovar’s minutest doings in France and
among tfne Pyrenees. From this he
jumped to the tourist in America, and
was following him step by step back to
the czar's dominions, when Simovar
threw np his hand.
It is enough!” he said with quivering
lip. “There is but one devil, and his
name is Paritz!”
The police spy bowed. “I take the
pnnehed kopecks, gentlemen, and the
murderer of Count Yasilvitch os well,”
and gathering np the two coins with
one hand, he touched Simovar on the
shoulder with the other. *
There was not the least resistance on
the colonel’s part, and he went with
Paritz and the punched kopecks to the
The little wine supper thus startlingly
broken np by the indefatigable spy of
the czar was never, resumed, aud the
two Frenchmen left SL Petersburg the
next day folly convinced of the power
and the efficiency of the Russian em
Colonel Simovar paid the severest pen
alty of the law for his secret crime, and
from the day of the finding of the
punched kopeck the name of Paritz has
been invested with a new dread and
terror.—T. C. Harbauch in New York
GOOD BYE. MR. JENNER.
The State Secretary of the Y. M- C. A.
Atlanta, Ga , Nov 10.—[Special ]— I roubles known to have been described in
The S’ate committee of the Young | the Yasilvitch catalogue.
Men’s Christian Association met here
today and dismissed George C. Jenner,
Jenner figured in a sensation in _
Rome, Georgia, with a woman | ject, but as a matter of course they were
called Mrs Dudly,
“Now more than ever Paritz and the
punched kopeck became objects of deri
sion. Several of the Russian newspa
pers received pasquinades on the sub-
The papers exposed him and today
was the day set tor bis trial. Jenner
refused to make any statement on the
ground that the matter would be settled
in the courts, and was formally dismiss
ed by the committee.
Jenner is an Engbshman and has
stood well in Y. M. C. A. circles.
“T isted,” asthe brokers sav, at ‘100
Doses Oue Dollar,” Hood’s Sarsaparilla
u always a fair equivalent for the pnee.
But Hls Explanation. Were Not Gener
Some one who was going somewhere
with a parrot left the bird in his cage
3n a seat in the waiting room of the
Erie depot for half an hoar the other
afternoon. The lonely situation of Polly
was soon discovered by au oldish man
who had his personal effects tied up in a
handle, and he took a seat beside the
cage. Nothing attracts attention sooner
than a parrot. This bird sat dozing on
his perch, and his general appearance
was nothing to brag of, bnt he soon be
gan to draw. A mild looking, middle
aged man approached with a smile of an
ticipation on his phiz and asked:
“Does your parrot speak many words?"
“Not very many,” replied the other.
“Abont all he can say is to call yon a
cheese faced idiot and inquire when you
are going to hang yourself?”
Yea—ahem—yes!" stammered the
mild looking man, and that finished him.
The next to approach was a bustling,
matronly woman, who had been to the
Ah! You have a parrot, I see!” she
exclaimed as she came to a halL “He’s
not a very old bird?"
“Not so very much. About all he can
do is to ask you to pull down yonr vest,
wipe off yonr chin and cheese tbs
Well, Td wring his neck if I owned
him,” she retorted, as she Bailed away
with her head up.
The third comer’s cheeks were orna
mented with Burnsides and he wore
as. He was wandering about with
his hands clasped behind him, and it
was in an abstracted way that he stopped
“Is that a talking parrot?"
“Isn’t talking any just now?”
“Not jnst this minute, hat he’ll break
out pretty soon and want to know why
in Texas yon make an ass of yourself by
wearing mutton chop whiskers. He’s al
ways hated ’em."
“Has, eh? I see. Carious bird,” mum
bled the man as he headed for the other
end of the room.
Three or four people now came up and
stopped to look, and passed on withont
making any inquiries; bat then an old
man, limping with a sore foot and carry
ing an nmbrella for a cane, stopped on
his way to the water cooler to ask;
“Is that a regular parrot?"
“What’s he worth?"
“Humph! Man most be a fool to pay
fifty dollars for a rumpled up bird like
that! That’s the price of two yearlings.’
“Can’t help thaL He’s the greatest
talker in America.”
“Is, eh? Seems to be party dumb jest
“He’s sleepy. Yon jnst wait a few
minutes, and he’ll call yon an old bow-
legged, knock kneed, spindle shanked
“He will, eh. If he does I’ll jab him
with this nmbrella.”
“Yes, he’ll tell you to go and soak
your head, pull in yonr teeth, belay
yonr jaw, stop winking at the girls, pay
up yonr pew rent and let whisky alone.’
“He will, will he? If he does I’ll light,
on to you and lick yon in two minutes.
1 don’t allow nobody nor nothing to sass
and insult me!”
The old man talked in such high
pitched tones that a policeman came
over and took him away. The other
man also picked np his bundle and did
out, and the parrot aroused himself, in
dulged in a shake or two and cocked his
eye at one of the half dozen women
standing around and demanded:
“Who in blazes started this blooming
old row anyhow?"—New York Evening
’PRICE FIVE CENTS
Downing Hls Klvat.
It was night, sweet, delicious night,
the crisp, clear, moonlit October night of
the temperate zone, one of those nights on
which All the poetry in a man's and a
woman’s nature rises to the surf are and
on which there is naught but lo. a aud
calm delight in the heart.
It was therefore strange to behold a
yonng couple facing each other and re
garding each other with looks so. cold
and chilling that an iceberg would have
seemed like a furnace in their vicinity.
“I know why yon wish me to leave
yon,” he said in sharp and metallic tones,
each syllable of which seemed to fall
from his lips with a click.
Why?” she asked with a toss of her
Because,” he hissed, “because you ex
pect a visit from my rival.”
“What if 1 do?” she said. Then, throw
ing a colder glitter into her eyes than
had previously illumined them, she
added, “Perhaps he loves me better than
‘Oh, be loves you,” laughed the
youth sardonically; “withont doubt he
loves you, for I’ve heard him praising
‘Heard him praising me!” The cold
glitter left her eyes “ what did he say?’
He said you were pretty—yes, pret
ty. I do not seek to hide the fact from
“He said I was pretty?"
“ Yes, he said you were pretty—almost
as pretty as your friend, Miss Somely.”
Her face became deathly white.
“Almost us pretty as Miss Somely!”
she repeated mechanically.
She was silent while* yon conld have
counted twenty, or perhaps twenty-one.
Then she said:
Hadn’t we better go in, John, instead
of staying out hero at the garden gate?’
And as they passed out of the moon
light t into tho house he said softly to
“I ve cooked his goose!”—New York
A MINE DISASTER-;
FIREDAMP GETS IN ITS AWFUI.
VERY TOUCHING SCENES.
A Dozen or More Poor .Fellows Killed
I No, 1 -Shaft of the Surquehan-
na Coal Company-The Mine
Was Considered safe- How
the Accident Happened.
Cake and Bread Language.
Little Dot—Oh, I just love cake,
Mamma (reprovingly) — You should
uot Bay you “love” cake; say “like.” Do
not say “awful;” say “very.” Do not
ouy “nice;” say “good.” And, by the
way, the word “jnst” should be omitted,
also the “oh.” Now, my dear, repeat
the sentence correctly.
Little Dot—I like cake; it’s very good.
Little Dot (with an air of disgust)—
Sounds as if I was talkin ’bout bread.—
A Story of Napoleon III.
Napoleon III, who had no fewer poor
relatives to help on than any other sover
eign, was trying one day to convince a
cousin whom he had already generously
aided that it was impossible for him to
increase her allowance. The princess
took the refusal angrily, and as she was
leaving said in a taunting manner:
'Decidedly yon have nothing of the
great emperor, our uncle.”
'You mistake, ma chere cousine,” re
plied Napoleon, with a cheerful smile.
‘I have his family.”—Harper’s Maga
Where the Chill Breeze Whistle*.
Poet—Did you ever stand on the bridge
at midnight while the clock was striking
Gambler—Not much; but I’ve stood
on a pat straight flush all night long
when the other fellow held four aces.—
New York Journal.
The Wrong Malady.
Doctor—You should not drink so much
Bourbon. It will do you no permanent
good. Yon should drink milk, for it
contains all the elements of blood.
Patient—But I’m not bloodthirsty.—
An Unforeseen Predicament.
A Pole sent his son Isaac on a visit to
his hridaelecL The yonng lady’s father
had a rather shady reputation and be
fore the .son’B departure the Pole ad
dressed him as follows:
“If the father of the bride has only
committed a slight offense you must ask
for 50,000marks, but if he Btands charged
with a serious crime you must demand
The son started on his journey,'and in
a few days there came this telegram:
'Father hanged, how much now?
not published. A Russian editor is sup
posed to know jnst how far to go to eat
his bread this side of the frontier. For
fifteen years die punched kopeck has
been missing 13 the Russian police. The
Yasilvitch care is as great a mystery
now as it was then, and for once Paritz
has been thoroughly baffled.
“If he is not a police fiction, he knows
no more today of the whereabouts of the
mutilated kopeck than does the gentle
man who inhabits themoon. Our-police
stana named oy one or rue moo,
nificant coins of the world, for, until
Paritz can place the kopeck iu his pot
THE G C. & N. R. R.
Jug Tavern Delighted at the Rapid
Approach of the Road.
Jug Tavern, Ga., November 10.—
[Special.]—The delightful weather of
Sunday offered a pleasant recreation to
Capt. T. W. Wbisnant, superintendent
of the Georgia, Carolina and Northern
and his able corps of assistants who
came over from Athens in their special
car to breathe the refreshing air and
taste the pure water of the beautiful
town of Jug Tavern. They spent the
day in reviewing the town a^d ex
pressed their surprise at finding so
mar y attractions here. In the afternoon
a cumber of our citizens were given the
exquisite pleasure of riding ovei the
line a few miles further on towards
Atlanta. The gentlemen who composed
the party from Athens were Capt. T,
\V. Wbisnant, superintendent; Mr. J
T Ivey, his clerk ;Mr. Hi W. B. Glover,
division freight and passenger agent;
aud Mr. W. P Briggs, agent at Athens;
and Mr. J. E. Boney, bis assistant; Mr.
J. H. Atkins, train master; and Mr. A.
P. McClure, engineer.
The road-bed of the G. _C. & N. is
ballasted to within live miles of tbi3
place, and when it reaches here a few
days hence, there will be a regular
schedule put ou from AthenSc
The Jewelry Trade at Planker’s Corner*.
The other evening abont 6 o’clock a
young man sat in a crowded np bound
car apparently asleep. The conductor
politely tapped him on the shonlder and
“No sleepin in this car, yonng man.'
“I’m not asleep,” was the reply.
“Well, yon had yonr eyes shnL”
“That’s because I don’t like to see
women stand in a street car,” was the re
joinder.—Buffalo Courier. ___
Why He Wa* There.
“This sealskin, in ay opinion,” said
the salesman, stroking the costly fur and
speaking In a confidential murmur to
the mild looking man outside the coun
ter, “will suit the lady better than any
thing we have in stock.” _
Mrs. Strongmind overheard him.
“I will take this other one,” she re
marked with emphasis. “I brought my
husband along, sir, to pay the bill”—
V?[i.krsbarue, Pa., Nov. 10.—A ter
rible accident occurred in No. 1 shaft
of the Susquehanna Cool company, at
Nanticukb, at 4 o’clock. Fifteen men
were at work in tho bottom of the
Bhaft repairing some lattice work when,
without any warniug whatever, a large
body of gas exploded, throwing the men
in all directions. A minute luter a sec
ond explosion, less violent than the first,
followed. One of the men, who tvas
badly hurt, reached the bell rope and
signaled to the engineer to hoist the
carriage. When the carriage came to
the surface it was noticed that nobody
The engineer now came to the con
clusion that something was wrong. He
gave an alarm. The inside foreman
was suimnoued. He at once made
preparations to descend the shaft. Be
fore he had gone down far he was
driven back by the fire-damp caused by
the explosion. He returned to the sur
face aud procured safety lamps. Three
men accompanied the foreman on his
second trip down. Before tho bottom
of the shaft was reached the men on the
carriage could hear the groans of the
When the carriage reached the bot
tom the body of a man horribly man
gled was found; five feet away two
more men were found cold in death.
Foreman Reese gave orders that the
injured should be looked after firsL
Four men who were badly burned were
at once placed on the carriage and
hoisted to the surface. They were
wrapped in blankets, placed in ambu
lances and removed to their homes.
Ten minutes after the first party of
injured were brought up three more
followed. They were burned even
worse tnau the others. They were ta
ken to the engine house and wrapped in
cotton and oil. The dead were bronght
up immediately after the injured.
Their names are:
Caleb Githings, wife and six children.
John Arnot, wife and two children.
Williau Jonathan, wife and three
John J. Williams, wife and four chil
Henry R. Jones, wife and two chil
Thomas Lloyd, 15 years old.
David Smith, Henry Williams, Thom
as Thomas, David Powell, David Evans,
and several Polanders, names nnknown.
The two first will die. Before the l.-ist
body had been brought up 2,000 people
snrronnded the mine. The greatest ex
The relatives of the dead conld not
control their grief. When the black
forms of the dead were brought out of
the pit, women and children wonld
rush forward and attempt to clasp. the
burned bodies. It was with difficulty
that they were held back.
The mine was considered one of tha
safest in the Valley. Gas was not
known to accumulate in large bodies
where the men were at work. The in
jured are Lx> ill to talk.
Four More Relieved from Suffering.
Four more of the injured have died—
Howell Johenski, aged 32 years, wife
and family of small children; John Ma
loney, 32 years, wife and three children;
David R. James, 37 years; W. J. Will
iams, Jr., 23 years, sou of W. J. Will
iams, who w;is killed. Four more are
badly injured and one at them will die.
The explosion was caused by the at
tempt-of one of the men to change the
air current when his lamp explc '
An Apt Comparison.
Brown—Tm like ivy. I cling to my
Fogg—Very like’ivy. Confine your
self to the outside of the church.—Bos
No Explanation Needed.
“Mis tab Plankah, I wan ter git a watch |
“How much, Eph?”
“How yon sell it?”
“Ten cents a ya’d.”
“Oh, cut me off ’bout half a ya’d.”— j
Mnltnm in Parvo.
German Student—I am extremely sat
isfied with my apartments. I have
diniug room, a drawing room, a study,
smoking room and bedroom, and jnst
think how convenient—all in one!—Der
Now red the snn doth drop npon
The oocldentn.1 quarter.
And creepers drip with leaves that typ
ify tho annual slaughter.
Along the hills the autumn spills
Full many a tribute gory.
And bushes leak with fruits that speak
The sacrificial story.
For nears the day, not far away.
Come weather fall- or murky.
The nation thro’ we'll chop and chew
The fat Thanksgiving turkey.
The Gnnboat Petrel Ordered to Clitna.
Cincinnati, Nov. 10.—Through per
fectly trustworthy sources it has been
learned hero that the United States
gnnboat Petrel, now at Sandy Hook
nnder orders recently to proceed to
China via Gibraltar, has received a
change of orders to proceed to China
via Chili, aud will start very soon.
This news was received here by private
intelligence and is believed to be
Raleigh, Nov. 10.—For sometime
very dari.ig counterfeiters and passers
of counterfeit silver dollars have been
very actively engaged here. Coins
whiebthey have made are'goodimita
tions. l!ie police and United States
deputy marshals arrested three white
men—John Allen Johnson, J. W. De-
zern and Jesse Goodwin—and evidence
against them is direct. They have
money, no doubt, in large quantities in
a blacksmith shop fonr miles south of
Raleigh. The police have possession of
a good deal ot it. Quantities of pow
dered glass, which they so used as to
give the spurious coins the precise ring
of the true metal, have been found.
Seventy-Seven Person* Lost.
Calcutta. India, Nov. 10.—During
a cyclone which passed over Anadaman
islands, situated in a bay of Bengal
island, which forms the British convict
settlement, to which the East India
criminals are transported, the steamer
Enterprise, belonging to the Indian
government, and used to convey prison
ers to the islands and for other pur
poses, was at one of the ports when the
cycione set iu. The vessel foundered,
and of her crew of eiglity-three men
only six were saved. Theother seventy-
seven either went down with the
Steamer or were drowned while at
tempting to reach the shore.
AN ESSENTIAL PROVISION.
Father, it is as essential for you to
provide a safeguard against that night-
’Watermelons Caused the Failure.
Fort Valley, Ga., Nov. 10.—The
first mercantile failure in many years
occurred here, when O. M. Houser was
closed by the sheriff nn a mortgage in
favor of T. O. Miller. The failure is
due to poor collections and losses sus
tained on watermelons last summer,
Mr. Hobser being a large grower and ji■ ud to your children, croup, as to
purchaser of melons grown by othor
their hunger Taylor's Cherokee Rem
edy of Sweet Gum and Mullein will
cure croup, coughs and colds.