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THE ' AOCDfy _ Klt , IM4 I r«aa*Iidated wltk the M'lSENt&iBTT. J Athene ■■ tanner, But. 1832. at eventide. c, that thou art dead. •...» dear love, tbs 1 Thin by sweet face no uioro I see, o'er ihy grave my tears aro shod, *“ j | know thou conost to mo il," tomcsl l • me. Thou comest to me. ,-eniuK shadows sound mo glide, light's cares in darkness flee, mat to iut< at eventide. Th. W'he.l ei W.vn day Ttinu eo; A,null I see thine eyes so tteck, *Tliy she sweet jiresoncw j,t my side. . „ „; v breath is on n.'J check— .j.j n, wnon thou vert my bride. n • .a tlion hast down away, v I,,- iri m r gri. f can searco abide. stsMUs each endless day, tow blest the eventide. or. But w n u'giit her benediction sends. ’ f,| • .*•! . it lire seeks her rust. id,. spirit blends, :i too west, fii > i contest' to me. i my i . m-uojh guide. ■ wad -. Tor t:ioe, i holy eventide, e'.pics in V.mkeo Blade. •‘i:E called HER IN.” “Is the ladder set against the win dow?” ‘‘Since yon seem to know, ma’am." said 1, -it is.” ’ MARGARETOF ORLEANS “Ah, Romeo! Your cheeks are ruddy —yonr poppies are too red.” 1 A True Story of True Philanthropy. “Then I’m glad my color’s come back; for, to tell the truth, you did give me a “I wonder if it idealizes her?” We stand beside the statue of this fa- torn just at first. Yon were looking mous WOUKm . Margaret of New Orleans, out for me, no doubt” * and. after the mapner of strangers, con- “My prince!” She stretched out her J ectnre on what wo tor the first time see. arms again, and being pretty well at my I .* Not ** aU >” a voice answers in the wits’ end, 1 let her embrace me. “It has been so long,” she said, “oh, the weary while! And they ill treat me. Where have yon been all this tedious tune?’ ‘It looks just like I was not going to answer that, yon maybe sure. By this I had recovered myself sufficiently to guess what was near the troth—that this was a mad soft southern tongue, her.” Ah, thank you. You live here?” “1 was born here: this is my home." “You were here during the war and yellow fever and everything? and was Ben Butler so dreadful? and have you seen Cable?” A nod answers each one of my young me nibi shut the door! struggling with my pride and Hied, iti which the more ' i Ikt. t lie greater fain ; her faro again; : eonscbiua where my feet wa:-1 deep iu the sweet e, where she e had pi licked that day, •ice had cast away. fcneir. SI- ^•lu nml blooming in these eyes of I it lie I each one eagerly IwT.-vi i; t,i iey !:;u and drank the wine e-s left there for the honey bca. tif. ..'i t' I ha I laid them with the tress Off r bright hair, with lingering tender- ct Tt ant - s' on to the edge that bound ■niug honse hut all around i of Iter! The windows all — nia! 1 heard no rippling fall u a. nor any harsh voice call; i the tangled grasses, caught gli a strong man bowed his Iliad lad sunbed n lorn— nn l—«d -uncomfortedi An! itiea straightway before ilv tiurle- . i've.,, all vividly was wrought AuMu.it; it i- w ith me evermore; A little girl that lies asleep, nor hears Swlinds led any voice, nor fall of tears. Acd I »it siagiag o'er and o’er and o’er. -Ual railed her iu from him and shut the door!” -James Vvhitcomb Riley. A HIGHWAYMAN’S JULIET- Form the Argonant. aunt of the family below, and that the com l )am,m ’ 8 impetuous queries, game was in my hands if I played with *‘ How del ’o htfalr concludes my decent care. So I met her question with fnend . bnt th » shakes her head and another. tape her fan lightly on the girl’s roft “Look here,? 1 said. 'Tm running a oheek and “Mwingly: “It dfd not considerable risk in braving these perse- f* 111 “ if 1 would Uve tbro ®S b >t. bnt 1 enters of-yonr’n. Hadn’t we better elotm .?* aud now comes one who calls my at once?’ *** trials ‘delightfuL’ How cruel!” I am ready.” “Ah, pardon! But 1 was thinking of And the jewel*? You won’t leave ! hat ““ who wrote the do th em to your enemies, I suppose.” I f* cloU8 fMme. Delphme.' I was think- ATHENS, GA., TUESDAY MORNING. DECEMBER 1,1891. She turned to the dressing table, lifted her jewel case and put it into my Lands. “I am ready,” she repeated; “let na bv tolck and stealthy *■ death.' She followed me to the window aud. looking out, drew back. “What horrible, black depths!” “It’s as easy,” said 1, “as pie. You could do it on your head—look here.” 1 climbed out first and helped her, setting her feet on the rungs. We went down in silence, 1 choking all the way at the ing how perfectly lovely it must be to live here and know him—and then to live in a city that has had snch a history —it is so romantic. And can yon tell iu anything about Margaret?” “This little space—‘Margaret place,’ It is called—it is a pleasant spot to rest in.” With this invitation, given more in looks than in words, we seated onnelvea near our new acquaintance on the settees know all are buried above ground in crypts or ovens of masonry, and when you visit our cemeteries—as strangers always do, for there are no burial places like these in America—yon will see stone tombs (containing one, two or four dozen bodies maybe) inscribed: “Given to the Little Sisters of the Poor by Mar garet.” “The Strangers’ Tomb, Given by Margaret.” 1 suppose Margaret spent more money for the city than the richest man in the history of the state; and of the sympathy and discernment of the needs of the poor the half could never be told. She spent nothing on herself a clean, blue calico, stoat shoes, a black straw bonnet, a knitted jacket or ahonlder shawl, an iron bed stead in a room without even a rocking chair, and overlooking the bakeshop. She had no time to enjoy luxuries, even had she possessed them. Ae long as there was a weeping child or a friend less woman in the city, what time had she to fold her arms in a rocking chair? While there wore nnbnried, coffinless forms, coaid she adorn her home of the living? And so it happeued that to the end of life Murgaret spent neither time, care nor money on herself. She forgot there was such a mortal as Margaret. “And when, one day, the news went around that Margaret was dead, the great city arose and put on monrning; the bnuness houses were dosed; ull the employments of the city stood still. The day of the bnrial thousands of her little orphans followed her bier as mourners; every church sent delegations of honor bearers; the pnblic school children joined in tne throng; the houses were draped along the line of march; all the bells in the city tolled; civic and military A PERILOUS WOO’NG A Norwegian Story of Daring. in the little park. The perfume of March i j°toed in the procession with ecdesiaa- roees overhang the city; we forget in its The house in question was what Peter jtr Scholar (who corrects my proof tints) calls •'« of the rusinnrby sort— ft? frout facing a street and the back looking over a turfed garden, with a fc- tree or two. a laburnum, and a hwa tennis court marked out, its white Ems plain to see in the starlight. At a! of the garden a door, painted hr* given, led into a narrow lanebe- Itwn hit. ,i walls, where, if two persons set,one had to turn sideways to let the Kher pass. The entrance to this lane nuut in two by a wooden post about Ike height of your hip, and just beyond thij.iii the high road, George was wait- tu for us with the dogcart. We had picked the usual time—the lanet hour. It had just turned dark od the church clock, two streets away, ta# (aiming the quarter after eight men Peter and I let ourselves in by the frt-u dour 1 a poke of and felt along the nil for the gardener’s ladder that we bt.v was hanging there. A simpler jb there never was. The bedroom win- on the first floor stood right open to he night air, and inside was a faint Height flickering, just as a careless •sid will leave them after her mistress has gone down to dinner. To be snre, ihete was a chance of her coming back to pat them out, but we could hear her toiic K'mg in the servants’ hall as we kited the ladder and rested it against the ail. "Sue's good for half an hour yet.” Peter vhiqered, holding the ladder while 1 to climb; ••but if I hear her voice •top. I’ll give the signal to be cautions.” 1 went up softly, pushed my head f®tly above the level of the sill and wke,] iu. It was a roomy place, with a great •a tester bed. hung with curtains. Jading out from the wall on my right. ^ curtains were of chintz, a dark back- Jtound, with flaming red poppies spraw- ®3io\er it. and the farther curtain hid |*wessiug table and the candles upon ' wd tae jewel case that 1 confidently - f”d >o stand upon it also. A bright Is carpet covered the floor, and jwtdl paper, I remember—though, for 't ufe of me, 1 cun not tell why—was a We gray ground, worked up to imitate Jeered s >lk, with sprigs of gilt honey- **«<> upon it. 1 looked around and listened for half a B ! ? te - The honse was still as death t here—not a sound in the room or in with his month open and his lips too weak to meet the curses and wonder ment that rose np from -the depths of him. When I touched turf and handed him the jewel case he took it like a man in a trance. We put the ladder back In its place and stole over the turf together. But outside the garden door Peter could stand no more of it “I’ve a firearm in my pocket," whisper ed he, pulling up. “and I’m goiug to fire it off to relieve uiy feelings, if yon don’t explain here and now. Who, in pity’s name, iB she?” “You mug—she’s the Original Sleeping Beauty. I’m eloping with her, and you’ve got her jewels.” “Pardon me, Jem," he says, in his gentlemanly way, “if I don’t quite see. Are you taking her off to melt her or marry her? For how to get rid of her else” The poor old creature had halted, too, three paces ahead of ns, and waited while we whispered, with the moonlight, that slanted down into the lane, whiten ing her bare neck and flashing on her jewels. “One moment,” I said, and Btepped for- portions of that quaint old town imparts j a pensive melancholy to its beauty. Near by ns in the green grass is a pool set about with a low border of cactns; a mimic fort, with all its bristling thorn guns out. and its blossom floating from toe ram parts. which are guarding from snch fierceness only a lazy fleet of water lilies, under the shade of which there is a whirl of goldfish. A stone footbridge crosses the pool and spans the river of cactuses. It is a very odd and tastefol device, this pool; and the little park in which it is placed is unique in its way. There is nothing overdone, neither neglected. It is a well kept, refreshing, simple setting for the statue itself. “She was a working womnn- From the time that Aslang was quite grown np there was no longer any peace or quiet at Hnsaby. In fact, all the handsomest young fellows in the village did nothing but fight and quarrel night after night, and. it was alwayrs worse on Saturday nights. Aslang’s father, old Canute Hnsaby, never went to bed on those nights without keeping on at least his leather breeches and laying a good stoat birch stick on the bed beside him. “If 1 have snch a pretty daughter.” said old Canute, “I most know how to take care of her.'” Thor Nesset was only the son of a poor qottager. and yet folks said that it was be who went oftenest to visit the farm ers daughter at Hnsaby. Of course, old Canute was not pleased to hear this. He said it was not trne;.that, at any rate, he had never 'seen him there. Still they smiled, and whispered to each other that if he only had thoroughly searched the hayloft, whither Aslang had many an errand, he would have fohnd Thor there. Spring came, and Aslang went np the mountain with toe cattle. And now. when the heat of the day hung over the. valley, toe rocks rose cool and clear through the sun’s misty rays, toe cow bells tinkled, the shepherd's dog barked, Aslang Bang bier “jodel” songs and blew the cow horn, all toe yonng men felt their hearts grow sore and heavy as they gazed upon her beauty. Aud on the first Saturduy evening one after the other they crept np the hilL But they came down again quicker than they had gone np, for at the top stood a man who kept guard, receiving each one who came np with snch a Warm reception that he all bis life long remembered the words that accompanied the action, “Come np here again and there will be still more in store for yon!” All the young fellows conld arrive bnt at one conclusion, that, there was only one man in the' whole parish who had thought it was too bad that this cot tagers son should stand highest in As lang Husaby’s favor. Old Canute thought the same when he heard about it all. and said that if there _ „ ■ „. ( tics; there never was here a funeral like sight of Peter below, who was looking I deliciousness the signs* of decay that in j Margaret’s. —jj - - “Afterward it was found that her pos sessions had been so disposed that had death conte nt any moment toe affairs of this life were well and intelligently wound up. There were no personal ef fects of value, bat even her few gar ments she left to the poor, and with the proceeds of her wise investments her charities are royally endowed. “This statue is the gift of the city, to show in this pnblic way the esteem in which toe is held. It is very like Mar garet. The motherly figure, seated with one arm encircling a standing child at her side; the untrimmed dress, coarse, , ..... shoes, the little crocbetted shawl about were noone who conld check him her shoulders are homely, bnt who would j be would do it himself. Now, Canute , m —,—„ ollI _ change them for finer clothing? The | certainly getting on in years; still, ant here. When I first remember her smooth hair, with its old fashioned French j although be was past sixty, he often eu- I was living near here, and she was tak- parting; the strong chin, the pleasant | a guofr wrestling match with his ing care of the cows in a stable that month, the eerions eyes—is there not stood almost on the very spot where her something fascinating in toe contradic- statne stands now. She was working tions of the face? then for the sisters of the asylam. She j “Lid you ever see snch a head on it 1 woman’s-shoulder*? Massive, wonder- fall That is the head of a statesman and financier, while its month, with its pleasant smile, telling of the tact and natural suavity of Margaret's character, proclaim the elements of a born diplomat. ward to her; “yon better take off I short, stout figure. I do not suppose she I look again at the broad, massive those ornaments here?2iy dear, and give ever in her life .wore any dress better ! brow , and see the earnest, loving eye them to my servant to .take care of. I than a Guinea blue calico; she always ! that speaks of a true womanhood; look wore heavy shoes and a black straw ! once more at the coarse garments and bonnet trimmed with a neat band of 1 you will see that poverty added her load stead, so she unfastened the dog, and, without saying anything, walked farther on. She sat down, so that toe conld see across the valley, bnt the mist was rising there, and prevented her looking down. Then toe chose another place, and with out thinking more about it. sat down so that she looked toward the side where lay the fjord. It seemed to bring peace to her soul when she conld gaze far away across the water. — - ! As she sat there t* a ftmey struck her that she was inclined to sing, so toe chose a song with “long drawn notes,”- and far and wide it sounded through the monatains. She liked to hear her-, self sing, so toe began over again when the first verse was ended. Bnt when she had sang the second, it seemed to her as thongh some one answered from far down below. “Dear me, what can that be?” tho ught'Aslang. She stepped, for ward to the edge and twined her arms urouud a slender birch which hung trembling over the precipice, and looked down. Bnt she conld see nothing: the fjord lay there calm and at rest; not a single bird skimmed the water. So Aslang sat herself down again, and again she began to sing. Once more came the answering voice in the same tones and nearer than the first time. “That sound was no echo, whatever it may be.” Aslaug . jumped . to. her feet and again leaned over the cliff. And there down lielow. at tho foot of the rocky wall, she saw a boat fastened. It looked like a tiny nutshell, for it was very far down. She looked again and saw a for cap, aud under it the figure of a man, climbing np the steep and barren cliff. “Who can it be?” Aslang as ki-d herself; and letting go the birch she stepped back. She dan*d uot answer her own question, hnt well she knew who it was. She flung herself down on tho greensward, seizing the grass with both hands, as though it were Bhe who dared not loose her bold for fear of falling. But the grass came np by the roots: toe screamed aloud aud dug her hands deeper and deeper into the soil. She prayed to God to help him; bnt then it struck her that this feat of ‘‘Well,' 1 ’suppose you have something to he thankful for, haven’t you?” said the kind lady as she passed out a generous slice of Thanksgiving turkey to toe tramp. “Yes, indeed, ma’am,” he replied, a peaceful gleam lighting up his eye. , “It is over a month now since any one haa offered mo work.- BEHIND STONE WALLS. snob fists, and that man was Thor Nes- seL All the rich farmers' daughters Thor’s wot.hi 1»« called “tempting Provi- fed und milked their cows and sold milk in a cart about the city. She was a strange looking person—remarkable in her appearance. I think now as I recall her she had a broad forehead, serious eyes, a pleasant, broad smile, a rather There’s a carriage widtinglfor ns at’ the end of the lane, and when he has stowed theip nnder the Beat we can climb in and drive off” “To the end of the world—to the very rim of it, my hero. ~ She polled the gems from her ears, hair and bosom and bnnded them to Peter, who received them with a bow. N ext she searched in her pocket and drew out a tiny key. Peter unlocked tho case, and, having carefully Btowed the dia monds inside, locked it again, handed back the key, tonched his hat and walk ed off toward the dogcart. “My nearest lady.” I began, as soon as we were alone between the high walls, “if the devotion of a life’ Her bare arm crept iuto mine. “There is bnt a little time left for ns in which to be happy. Year after year I have marked off the almanac; day by day I have; watched the dial. 1 saw my sisters named and my sisters' daughters; and still I waited. Each had a man to love her and tend her, but none had such a man as I would have chosen They were none like you, ray prince." “No, I dare say not.” “Oh, ;bnt my heart is not so cold. Take my hand—it is firm and strong; touch iny lips—they are burning” P*. *' assa ^w beyond. With a nod l.‘ w 10 bold the ladder firm 1 lifted to one utv-. Vue bill, then the other, dropped • carefully upon the thick carpet "eat quickly around the bed to the table. black over the top. From my residence I could see her many times a day while she was at her stable work or coming back and forth with her milk cans. ‘What was her name? Her name was Margaret Haoggery; she had been mar ried, and at that time was a widow. Her has baud and little child died jost after toe came to New Orleans; so we learned after she became famous. She was alone and poor in a strange country, and went to work in the stables for a living. Somehow, everybody liked Margaret: her smile Was awset and her words shrewd. The children called her Margaret, and toe kuew their names and answered their salntations along the street as toe drove by in toe milk cart. ‘After some years Margaret had saved enough to buy a bit of ground that had on it a small bakery. The place was sold for a trifle, but now Margaret was in royal trim—a landowner and a manu facturer; for she opened the shop and began bread and pie making for the neighbors. Presently there was a large bakery built; soon bread carts were run ning over toe city bearing the Words, ‘Margaret’s Bakery.* It became toe A low Whistle sounded at the top of fashion to boy at Margaret’s place. Dor- the lane.;* As I took her hands I poshed I ing war, pestilence and disaster Mar- her backhand turning rati for my life. 11 garet’s fires were never out, and the de- soppose that as I ran 1 counted forty be-1 licioos rolls kept up their weight and fore her scream came, and then the quality, no matter what else in life failed, sound of her feet pattering after me. I Then Bhe began running her free bread She must have run like a demon, for carts during the fever panic. No one I was! less than teu yards ahead- when went hungry who was within sound of Peter caught my wrist and pulled me I uer cart wheels. From that time on no np onito the back seat of the dogcart I one need go hungry in New Orleans— And before George-coijld set the hone those too poor to buy were given a loaf goingi her hand .clutched at the flap on I fresh and white as the best, and it was which my feet rested. It missed its given heartily, with a ‘God bring thee grasp! and she never got near euongh I better times.’ There was no distinction again. But for half a minute I looked | in Margaret’s favors. She gave to white 1 »t the corner, and as soon os ever ,iroun<i tlie chintz curtain, my EL f‘i ve "’ay. and I put out a hand U ‘ c „( n ;V h * ( '‘ ressi, ig table, and in front tvirt- i,lassin which she conld see Re face, was an old lady seated, fewn W ° re a Waze of i eweLj and a low • ° u t of which rose the scraggiest ond shoulders I have ever looked ft hair was thick with black dye tastenea with a diamond star. Be il on ) two the powder show- »ij] . r cllt ‘ e k bones like floor on a fcrtio" COiil '. on hand, she was i ’ k steadily into the mirror before -11 w, into that horrible face following ns and working with silent rage: and for half a mile at least I heard the patter of her feet in the darkness behind. Indeed, 1 can bear it now. h- * — . - I and black, of any church; or none. ‘Are you hungry? that is all that was neces sary- ‘Here is bread; take it with God’s blessing.’ There have been in this city dread days, which seemed as if God and everybody had failed us but Margaret; days when toe almost literally fed toe city. During the yellow fever panic Margaret began her noble work of taking How to Cure All Sk«n Diseases. 8 is ply apply “Swathe's Oiktsext. No atm™ ilchMWtfoni on* the tare.Tandll'ntwa, I children from the homes of deato etc . {earing the Akin clear, white and h-altny. putting them into a honse nnder grew iuto many; the dozens of her little charges were numbered by hundreds— to the ordinary burden of womanhood', while ignorance, bereavement, affliction, loneliness join hands with poverty against this soqL But the massive brow con quered, the nntaught brain triumphed, and under the leadership of the sad, gen tle eyes gave to the suffering what might, had she been a man born in other cir cumstances, have been the gain of nations and toe glitter of the trapping Of a diplo mat. “ * “When. 1.consider what Margaret did for atop ci ty nnder snch desperate disad vantages, I wonder what toe conld 1 have done for the world if all toe environ ments^ had been right. 1 was .thinking of that as I looked, in passing tor the hundredth' time, at the strong, fascinat ing free this morning, when yonr ques tion met my ear. “Y|es, it looks like her, and there will npve^ be another in marble like it to the end of time. 8he was a grand character —tender, strong, original, pitiful, help ful, wise.”—New York Evening Sun. Bed Bair. A well known physician,who has made human hair a study for years, in an enter taining lecture on red hair said: “The great Italian painter, Titian, was so fond of red hair that he raved about it, and at one tone is said to have offered to sell his tool to the devil provided his hair would turn red. This passion for red hair has raged fiercely since early times. About every eight years red hair cornea in style, and the belles try to color their hair in conformity to the prevailing style. They often use poison; and that’s where we come in. At one period in history, however, red hair was the subject for universal scoffing.—Philadelphia Rec ord. 1 .J ~ • 1 !—♦ ■ :ar 1 n A MUlaadlnc Sign. til u. A sign made of cardboard letters, hung on a wire in a furnishing store, an nounces to the public of .Boston that the establishment is “Blank’s Shirt Store." 'Blit toe r of the final word somehow slipped along toward the preceding; word, find the passers by were surprisec to read, “Blank’s Shirts Tore.’—Ex change. ; Piles! Plies! Itching Piles! SthptOUb—Moisture; intense itching snd most at night; wares by scratching; Kittens fob Dinneb.—4 * and at the tim(J of her death thousands, mark ably fate bcfeU a JlTa resident of At the gate of every orphan asylum in A fimilv of ooppios and tho aforesaid smoking rolls, .was seen daily; at every ftto of kittens were left one after- ’ charitable institution whatsoever she '!£!?££££ the lot. Mischief was )tool£ the privilege, of giving her bread St* that even in my fright, 1 had time I and th0*0 poppies waged war upon ■ freely, and Margaret’s name headed to* s glass of sherry and a plate t t,e kittens devouring 'beni every one.. f or every charity. stinging; most at n-ght; wsrea oy scraicm if allowed to continue tumors form which ten bleed and ulcerate, becoming Tery sore. 8 atxb’s Onrraajrr stops the itching snd bleedinr, heals ulceration, aud iu most casea ran. ores the tumors. At druggists or by mail for S5 cents. Dr Bwayne A Son,Philadelphia. Potatoes HS a Profitable Crop. A New York World correspondent writes: “Taking the years as they come believe potatoes one of the most profit able of onr standard farm crops, and the consumption of them seems to be on the increase. There in no crop in which eldest son wheneyer time indoors fell heavy on his bunds. There was bnt one path up to the mountain belonging to Hnsaby. and it went straight through the farm garden. Next Saturday evening, as Thor was on bis way to the mountain, creeping care fully across the yard, harrying as soon as he was Well past the farui buildings, a man suddenly roshed at him. “What do yon want with me?’ asked, Thor, and tot him snch a blow in the face that sparks danced bofore his eyes. “Yon will soon learn.that.” said some one else behind him. aud gave him a great blow in the back of his neck. That wasAslang’sbrothm. ‘.‘And here’s the hired man,” said Old Canute, and attacked him also. The greater the danger the greater was Thor’s strength. He was supple as a willow, and hit ont right manfully; he dived and . he dneked: whenever a blow fell it missed hjm, and when none ex pected it he would deal a good one. He stooped down, he sprang on one side, butfor all that he got a terrible thrash ing- Old Canute said afterward that “lie had never fonght with a braver fel low.*; They, kept it np till blood began to flow, then Canute cried ont. “Stop!” Then! he added in a croaking tone, “If yon can get up here next Saturday, in spite of Canute Hnsaby and his men, the toe girl shall bb yUnrH!” Thqr dragged himself home as best he could; aud when he reached the cottage went straight to bed. There was a great deal of talk about the fight up on Hns aby hill, but every one said, “Why did he golthere?” Only one person did not say so, and 'that was Alsang. She had been expecting, Thor that -Saturday evening, bnt when she heard what had happened between him and her father, she sat down and cried bitterly, and said to herself, “If 1 may not have Thor 1 shall never have a happy day again in this World.” ; m . ■ ’ • i f Thor staid to his bed all Sunday and when j Monday came he felt he most stay on where. he was. Tuesday came and itiwaa a lovely day. It had rained to thei night: the hills looked so fresh ‘hnd gheen, the window wa* open, sweet odors were wafted to, the oowbello were tinkling on the mountain, and far np above some one was “jodltog.” Truly, if it h^d not been for his mother, who was sitting in the room, he conld have cried, i Wednesday came and still he staid in bed; on -Thursday; though, he begin to think about, the possibility of lieing Veil again by Saturday, and Fri day fodnd him on his legs again. Then he thought of what Aslang’s father had said, •‘If yon can get up to her next Saturday without being stopped ‘by’ - Canute and bis men the girl shall be yours.” • Over and over again he looked np at Hnsaby farm. ! “I shall never see another Christ mas,’ As before mentioned, there was but one path np to Hnsaby hill; but surely any strong, able fellow must be able to get to' it, even though the direct way were barred to him. For instance, if he were to row round toe point yonder and fasten his boat at the one side,.it might be possible to climb up' there, although it was so very steep' that the goats had great difficulty in climbing it, and they are not las n ally afraid of mountain work. » Satunlay came, and Thor’ went out early tit the morning. The day was mo6t beautiful; the snn shone so bright- dence,” ami toe. cfore he could not ex pect help from above. “Only just this once!” she prayed. ’Hear my prayer just this one time, and help him!*’ Then she threw her arms round the dog, as though it were Tbor whom she was clasping, and rolled her-' self on the grass beside it. The time seemed to her quite endless. Suddenly the dog began to bark. “Bow wow!” said he to Aslaug, ainl jumped upon her. Aud again, “Wow, wow!” then over the edge of the cliff a coarse, round cap came to view, aud—Thor was in her arms! He lay there a whole roinnte, and neither of them was capable of uttering a syllable. Aud when they, did begin to talk there was neither sense nor reason in anything they said. Bnt when old Caiinte Husaby heard of it ho uttered a remark which bad both sense and reason. Bringing his fist down on toe table with a tremendous crash, “the lad deserves her,” he cried, “the girl shall be hia!”—Translated from the Norwegian of Bjorusterne Bjornson for Strand Magazine. A Con\’erautl:»ti lit Scotch. The Scotch dialect has a peculiar use of vowels, which is as unintelligible to English ears as the cooing of the wood dove; bnt which seems to be easily understood by those accnstomed to toe vernacular. Here are a few specimens called from reminiscences of Scottish life and character. The conversation is between a shop man and a customer, and relates to a plaid hanging at the shop door. Customer (inquiring the material)—Oo? (Wool?) Shopman—Ay, oo. (Yes. of wool.) Cost outer—A’ oo? (All wool?) Shopman—Ay, oo. (Yes. all wool.) Customer—A” ae oo? (All same wool?) Shopman—Ay, a’ ae oo. (Yes, all same wooL)—Detroit Free Press. (I Cautious Lover. Jopn Shorger has been paying his at tentions to Miss De Smythe. He has come very near proposing several times, bnt did not dare risk it for fear she might refuse to accept the nomination. He got around it very nicely, however, while escorting her home from church. He sa(d: 'Miss De Smythe, if there is anything to the world 1 dislike it is to have a young lady refuse me. 1 wish yon would tell me if yon would say ‘yes’ to case 1 were to ask yonr band to mar riage?” She piggested that he try it, but he thought he had better wait awhile until he conld see his way more clearly.— Texas Siftings. KNOWLEDGE FROM EXPEBI- ' j ENCE Is what we understand when Dr Spald ing, aii eminent Baptist divine, or Gal veston, Texas, writes: “Send me two bottles,of Taylor’s Cherokee Remedy of Sweet >Gum and Mullein- li I* for friend suffering from consumptio It is a preparation I ence to be good. know from experi- A Oleum of Sunshine That Crept li- on - TliuiiksBlvInK Morn. A great room filled with plain benches; a platform on which there is a desk and a parlor organ; light stivatnng in from queer barred windows far up tho white washed walls: an air of repress! >n even in the solitary fly bnzzing abort:; a si lence almost visible filling tot whole space. A door near the platform opera and a bushy whiskered man enters. He es corts np the steps to seats baclt of toe organ and desk a number of ladies and gentlemen. Be carries a heavy cane which he grips tightly as he returns to the door where four stalwart fellowe also armed with canes are ranged. He asks them some question to which hey nod assent, and then remounting the platform presses a button in toe walL A bell clangs responsive to his touch, the great gates at the other end of the apartment swing wide, and there march in a thousand men whose heads are downcast, whose faces are clean shaven, and whose garments are alike as to every detaiL The light band of each rests on the shoulder of the person just in front of him, and the step of the multitude is synchronous. At the word of command each company takes a certain aisle und goes to designated seats. All about to the passageways are more people with canes. Another touch of the electric hell, and the big entrance closes. Six guards armed with revolvers have their station there. The bushy whiskered man motions to his companions on the platform. A lady seats herself at the organ, the others cluster about her, and in a moment the room is filled with melody. Patriotio songs follow old fashioned hymns. Then toe village pastor sendB up a petition to heaven on behalf of those assembled, and follows his prayer with a short ad dress. touching in its tenderness and ap peal. Again the bnshy whiskered man comes into prominence. He stands by the dejsk and says: “Men. since 1 have been warden of this prison l have never known a twelve- month in which greater order and good discipiine hn»v prev.d’i 'l than in the one just ended.' Iwitdl i .. show that l ap preciate your obedience. After dinner the remainder of the day is yours. Yon may talk, sifioke and sing as much as yon like, and each corridor in succession will be granted the freedom of the yard* for exercise! Guard 12. direct convict 1,182 to step this way.” At the order a man still yonng, but) with ineffable sadness on his face,, walked to the front He stands silently! before the warden who continues: ] “I think yon all know and like thla man. He has nursed yon in sickness,; advised yon against foolish outbreaks, and, although never a talebearer or spy,, has greatly aided the keepers and myself to elevating the tone of the prison and to rendering somewhat tolerable the re-i stratot toe law has placed upon yon.. James Wharton," he went oa, turning! to the .man before him, “yon are nal longer 1.182; yon are now a free citizen] of the. United States, with all you) rights restored. The governor has granted yon a foil pardon; yonr wife,! mother and children wait for yon to thaj 'office: the big farm wagon is oatside to« wall gates, and this afternoon yon mayj eat you dinner in the old country house) where yon were born.” ■ • The assemblage come* as near ap plauding as it dares; the organ strikes] np “Praise God. from whom all bless-! togs flow,” and James Wharton fallal fainting to toe floor. Fred C. Dayton. Nine Ruslnesa Blocks Burned. Burlington, Vt., Nov. 24—The most disastrous fire in the history of Middle- bury Was discovered about 7 o’clock p. m., to Parkhurat’s store, and before it was under control nine business blocks were burned. The water supply was ont of order. Firemen responded from Burlington and Rutland, and aided to saving the tow. No Laps Over. Death of a Promlnont Minister. Chicago, Nov. 24.—Rev. Ezra Marsh Boring, D. D,, died of old age at the home of his son, in Evanston, Mr. Boring was one of the oldest living “hand tne glass, tuiueu !•*£ “ d 3o£d6o.«K>,. jjj* Priucer “ Sterne 1 ’ 11 * sbar Ply around, she held f — wnn arms. curr >’ Stood at her elbow | >, bev bit the heads off of the unfortu-; .- 0ur Charity hospital, one of the Whu! i t0U K® pots and powder puff*, nate kitten* and ate their bodies. ..., j famous to the worid^was largely _ r _ ___ __ „ til jgf * 8to °d stock still and pretty, ■ • ~ ' toeqgift of Margaret. You must visit-. t jj e production can be more favorably 1? *hat |the • Verjr bnkhee seetoed aliVe.' i pastors jn the Methodist church, and a^ 101U of *n>'wits, she rose, still ] < TOUGH WORLD. thathwpitaL It will make you better : bflnenccl by good cultivation and the Upou toe —■—- hiie hfinn prwreto—tly identified with ‘‘fhL my im *& in th ® K 1 *"- fcW* 1 „ i -frintnrlA rules a population of all j^rar life for having »< en it. Right ^ manufaepm*! fertilizers. If : “jodling,” and there was much blowing the church here since the Chicago dis- u* nto<L«n„ ~—,— , —a u-r-ator number of people through the trees there, at the right, do planted early, unless the season is re- of horns. When evening came he was trict was established. than ver acknowledged the sovereign- yon see that magnificent building with nmrkably bad, the crop is likely to be a sitting at his cottage door watching the r * r J tv of* any orb* r person in either an- fa four galleries running around the f u j r iy good OU e. When there is no steaming mist rise up on the hills. He I McElree’8 WiflC Of Cardlli mj ' -*—■— Tho Mayor £rst four stories of toe house? Its gate ’ ^ - - *•-*-* n(itxM\« • i tells in golden letters that this is a chil dren’s home, given by Margaret, where to the end of time orphans will be cared &» Tecome '-* u «tr * ( KtW®, 0t “® ob to say to this ex- ****** So I confessed it. Even W ^Z M ? dle8 behind her Loooldeee a dog’s, and an tide id conld tv of iany l- . . cicpt or modern tunes, of Athens will ^'X“b“ d urS.S T ; r m„.Lim.M'l"™, e l”rS) r „..o -pow will g”’ of r ( lh* w»ruij » liT e e .; TJJJ. h f ‘ d r V.V.^kK get the pity a «owu clock. mayor for and educated by her bequests. Many of onr cemeteries contain in form of handsome tombs Margaret’s simple yet pnunificent thoughtfulness. Here yon scarcity the price is seldom so low as not to pay well for the raising, and once to every two or three years crops are light enough in many sections to make prices generally high, when.even a small crop is a profitable one.” looked tjpward—all was quiet; he looked , over toward Husaby farm—and then he and THEDFORD'S BLACK‘DRAUGHT are jumped into his boat and rowed away . for ■tale by the following merchants to round the point. Try BtACK-ONAUGHT tea tot Pyapagtfa Aslang sat before the hnt; her day’s work was done; she was thinking Thor would not come that evening, and that raaoy pthsre ni|hl psfsa E S Lyndon, Athens, Ga. .1 B Fowlkr, near Ath- a<. J W Hakdy, neat Athens. B T Brumby & Co., Athens. L D Slidii A Co.. Athens. Wife—y°u going to have turkey for Thanksgiving, dear? Husband—I am, on one condition. Wife—Pray what is that? Husband—I want to be perfectly sura that the one we had last year is all gone,' f vou are bilious, take Eeechana’ 4 ’ :•! m Pll’S.