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. I 1 ' 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. BADGER’S PICTURE- 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 cmell 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 Badger. 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 ular. “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 last moment 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 rembrandtesque glare. They all wore muddy boots and sheep skin coatB. Ain’t it splendid, deer boys?” said Mr. Ahitophel, with a sort of circular comprehensive wink that took ns all in at once. 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 for words. “It’s the picture of the year,” said Mr. Ahitophel triumphantly. 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 hearted way. It’s a capital joke, isn’t it?” said Badger. 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 the other. I have never shaken hands with Badger since. What conceited fellows artists are!— Pittsburg Leader. A NEW TRIAL la Granted Elisha A. Underwood. Atlanta, Ga., Nov. 10.—[Special. 1 — Elisha A. Underwood will get a new trial. ’ 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 continued: “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 particular. “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 fallible.” 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 langh. 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 station. 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 pire. 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 Mercury. or not. GOOD BYE. MR. JENNER. The State Secretary of the Y. M- C. A. Dismissed. 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, Stale secretary, 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- be whom claimed was 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 ally Satisfactory. 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 information bureau. Ah! You have a parrot, I see!” she exclaimed as she came to a halL “He’s not a very old bird?" “No’m." “Talk much?" “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 racket.” 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 and inquired:' “Is that a talking parrot?" “Oh, yes.” “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?" “Of course.” “What’s he worth?" “Fifty dollars.” “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 now." “He’s sleepy. Yon jnst wait a few minutes, and he’ll call yon an old bow- legged, knock kneed, spindle shanked masher.” “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 World. ’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 queenly head. 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 you do." ‘Oh, be loves you,” laughed the youth sardonically; “withont doubt he loves you, for I’ve heard him praising you." " ‘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 yon!” “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 himself: “I ve cooked his goose!”—New York Press. A MINE DISASTER-; FIREDAMP GETS IN ITS AWFUI. WORK AGAIN. 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. It’s Cake and Bread Language. Little Dot—Oh, I just love cake, awful nice. 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. Mamma—That’s better. Little Dot (with an air of disgust)— Sounds as if I was talkin ’bout bread.— —Good News. 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 zine. . Where the Chill Breeze Whistle*. Poet—Did you ever stand on the bridge at midnight while the clock was striking the hoar? 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.— Pharmaceutical Era. 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 100,000." The son started on his journey,'and in a few days there came this telegram: 'Father hanged, how much now? Isaac.”—Mahrischer Landbote. 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*. Hi* Reason. 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 said: “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”— Chicago Tribune. 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 was aboard. 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 injured. 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 children. John J. Williams, wife and four chil dren. Henry R. Jones, wife and two chil dren. Thomas Lloyd, 15 years old. The Injured. 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 citement prevailed. 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 ' (A An Apt Comparison. Brown—Tm like ivy. I cling to my [ church. Fogg—Very like’ivy. Confine your self to the outside of the church.—Bos ton Transcript. No Explanation Needed. “Mis tab Plankah, I wan ter git a watch | chain.” “How much, Eph?” “How yon sell it?” “Ten cents a ya’d.” “Oh, cut me off ’bout half a ya’d.”— j Harper’s Bazar. 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 Ulk. ~ Symptoms. 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. —Boston Courier. SIDE WHISKERS. —Texas Siftings. 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 thoroughly rriiable. Counterfeiter* Captured. 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 farmer*. their hunger Taylor's Cherokee Rem edy of Sweet Gum and Mullein will cure croup, coughs and colds.