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WEEKLY
ATHENS. GA., TUESDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 23,1892.
THE LOADSTONE.
If there was one man in college whom
the rajah thoroughly and heartily de
tected. it was the captain of the boat
club. He hint many faults; he was very
tall and powerful, and delighted in con
trasting the English physique with that
of inferior races, by which be meant,
among others, the rajah's race. His
manner was abrupt and overbearing,
his laugh lend and unmusical. In fact, he
grated horribly on the rajah, and it was
merely the final straw, when in the ex
hilaration of a bump supper—full, as the
rajah remarked in disgust, of cow and
strong drink -he ml led that gentleman
in playful chaff, a “nigger." The rajah
swore melodiously in Hindoostanee, and
I saw that he meant to be revenged.
In those days the entertainment of the
Nebraska Loadstone created a furore.
Every l>ody wont to see her, and every
body came away convinced that she pos
sessed marvelous powers. Her peculiar
gift—but everybody remembers the de
tails of the performance, aud how the
tricks were lihally, one by one, exposed,
so that her adherents and believers were
driven from one position to another,
until at last they had to fall back ou one
single performance out of all those that
the Loadstone gave, and maintain that,
on that occasion at least, something un
explained and inexplicable did really
happen It is with the events of that
particular evoning that I am concerned.
1 think I can throw some light on them.
At first, however, there were many
believers and few skeptics. The dean
carefully pointed out that Plato no
where denied the existence of odic force;
and the bursar, who was generally sup
posed to be little better than an atheist,
declared that Sjiencer. in one passage, im
pliedly asserted it. even the warden, in
his sermon, told ns that it was better,
according to Bacon, to believe two er
rors than refuse one truth—which was
to say the least of it, sitting on the
fence But none of these authorities
shook the robust skepticism of the cap
tain of the *»oat club He. knew a con
jurer, and the conjurer had told him
how it was done, and he was going to
ex|K»se the Loadstone.
•But wh|jyhaven't yon?" 1 urged
•she's beeu ..erea- weak .7 ,
•He will not be too hard on
first," said the rajah with a little sneer.
Til bust her np this very night,"
said Waterer “l would have done it
before only I was gated."
The excuse was good, and Waterer
departed, full of boastings and self con
fidence. to gather together a large num
ber of the noisy men, and make a pleas-
nnt party to “guy” the ntibuppy Load
stone 1 staid to smoke a pipe with the
ru_ • *>.
With a weary sigh the rajah sat down,
saying, “I'm not sore yon will, yon
know."
While we talked the audience grew
‘htfni a teat
wi J Upoq drift uve things
kept moving They "IKbUgHt Waterer
had been in the air long enough, and
there were cries of “That’ll dot Let him
down!" “(Jive ns anotherl"
The manager held a busy conference
with the Loadstone. He seemed to urge
her, bnt she shook her head again and
again and would do nothing bnt lie back
in a chair and pass her hand to and fro
over her head. The rajah looked at her
with a slight smile. The clamor in
creased. i think a sort of panic—an an
gry panic—seized the andienca
“Bring him down! Bring him down!"
they cried, pointing to the pallid War
terer, who sat as rigid as a trussed fowL
After another despairing appeal to the
Loadstone, the manager came forward
and made a lame speech. The Load
stone was exhausted with her unpar
alleled exertions. She must rest; pres
ently she would bring him down. Then
Waterer's friends arose and ascended
the platform They walked about, they
stood on one another's shoulders; they
THAT RECEIPT.
Little Paul was better, but he was not
yet well enough to be out of bed.
There was a circus in town that day,
too, so he was feeling lonely and bine.
“Hallo, little one. How do yon
the looks of those?”
It was Paul’s Uncle Jack who spoke,
and as he came Into the room he held
np on a little pink platter-three luscious
looking currant jelly tarts.
“Oh, I could eat one right now. Uncle
Jack.”
“Go ahead then and I'll wait and see
you do it."
“Can’t yon tell a story too? Yon do
make np such 'musing ones.”
“Perhaps. What shall it be about?"
•* 'Bout—’bout—’bout—let me think.
Oh, 'bout currant tarts, Uncle Jack.”
“Currant tarts! Well, nowl Let me
think a little.”
And this is the story Uncle Jack told:
Did yon know that the Hejrwards de
scended from an ancient Irish family of
that name?
They did. The family crest was an
made it clear that no cords held Water- a 'batroee rampant above a currant tart,
and holding fast in one claw something
which looks like a cigar lighter, or per
haps a little stick of macaroni
Now, the currant jelly in these tarts
was made from a receipt which has been
handed down from the first Heywards.
How they first came into possession of
the receipt, and why they should adopt
er. A step ladder was called for and
bronght Placed on a sturdy table, it
just enabled a man to reach Waterer's
feet One mounted amid intense ex
citement Turning to the rajah, 1 ex
claimed. “Look!"
He was asleep again, and the Load
stone stood Htiflly upright, beckoning
o»snA4 nvssuj wyi IqMI, uwauuiUg I , 2 ’ ” . - \
toward Waterer. Slowly and gradually 8nc * 1 * , ^ crest or coat of arms is
he descended, leaviug the man on the j ® ne ^ an< ^ sam ®^ s ^ r y- *Steen hundred
ladder grasping at empty air till he sat *
I years or more there ruled in China the
again on His seat The applause burst
ont and the Loadstone sank back in a
faint ou the fioor. The rajah awoke and
cruel emjieror, Ynhwhan Kian-
It was the day" before one of the em
peror’s birthdajrs, and he called his chief
the manager dropped the curtain, hiding i to
•Of conrse she’s a fraud," said he.
•and 1 believe that animal really has
got hold of the right explanation."
•| shall go and see it." I announced.
After a moment's silent smoking the
rajah looked up with a twinkle in his eye.
•So shall l—if niggers are admitted.”
After hall ho and 1 sot out together
for the town hall. We found the first,
two rows of stalls occupied by Waterer
and his friends. They were all in even
ing dress and had obviously dined—not
m hall. The rajah and i seated our
selves just behind them. The room was
full and the'feats were most successful:
each was followed by general applause,
oroken only by some gibes from onr
friends in front. The latter grew so
pronounced that the Loadstone's mana
ger at last came forward and pointedly
invited one of the scoffers to submit
himself to exi<eriiiienL
Now was Waterer's chance. He rose
in the majesty of his bulk, walked onto
the platform, and said, in a loud voice
as he settled himself on a chair; "If the
lady can move me one foot from this
chair I'll give her twenty-five pounds."
The Loadstone advanced and began
to paw him about in her usual fashion.
Waterer who was sober enough to have
lost nothing hut his shyness, was appar
ently toi> many for her. He was im
movable amt cries of “Now, then!
when are yon going to begin?" and so
on became audible. Two or three min
utes passed aud the Loadstone turned
with a gesture of despair toward her
manager.
*1 can't" she began.
I jumped to my feet, crying: “Wait a
minute! Look!"
For even as she spoke, there was what
is scientifically called a solution of con
tinuity between Waterer and his chair.
in a sitting posture, bnt sitting on
nothing, he was at least two inches from
the wickerwork of the chair, i glanced
n him to the rajah. That extraordi-
! nary man was in deep, placid, profound
I slumber. I jogged his elbow and pinched
bis arm; he showed no consciousness
whatever. 1 looked at the Loadstone.
She was standing motionless on the stage,
about a yard from Waterer, with one
hand outstretched toward him and her
eyes fixed on his ascending figure—for
Waterer was gradually, slowly, steadily
mounting in his strange journey.
Ve was now a foot from his chair, still
k. a sitting position—and np, np, np be
was going. The wretch was white as a
sheet and gasping with. fright and be
wilderment Thunders of applause
burst from the audience. It was again
and again renewed; bnt the Loadstone
did not. as was her custom, bow and
smile in response. She still stood mo
tionless. and Waterer still ascended.
At last, at a height of fully twenty
feet from the stage, he stopped. Simul
taneously the Loadstone gave a loud
shriek as she fell back into the arms of
the manager—and the rajah awoke.
the Loadstone. Waterer and his friends
from onr view.
“Give me your arm,” said the rajah,
“lam tired." I escorted him to a cab
and we drove home.
The Loadstone gave no performance
the next evening; she was too fatigued;.
anil Waterer was absent from the boat
and from the sight of men two days.
When be reappeared he made no refer
ence to b \ friend, the conjnrer. He
Blank aboi ‘die college grounds looking
very pale > tp upset. 1 met him once,
on cur way
to lecture. The rajah smiled urbanely
at Waterer, and said to me, when be
had passed;
“It’s speh a rude thing to call a gen
tleman a nigger, isn’t it?”
Waterer has not done it again. And
the Loadstone never did that trick again.
She took the twenty-five pounds, though.
The manager called on Waterer and
asked for a check. 1 think that incident
pleased the rajah most of alL
•It is a ready utilization of the unex
pected." he remarked, “which does our
friend much credit.”—St. James’ Ga
zette.
Money Orders Instead of Savings Ranks.
Sometimes money orders as much as
twenty years old are sent into the post-
office department to be cashed. Queer
people stow them away in desks or other
hiding places, leaving them to be dis
covered in the conrse of time by heirs.
Of conrse they are invalid after one year
from the date of issue, but duplicates
are always issued and paid upon appli
cation. Actors, and particularly circns
people, have a way of utilizing the
money order system as a sort of banking
and safe deposit concern. While travel
ing about the country, for example, a
player will bny a money order for $100
on Now York, making himself the payee.
Thus he pnts away the snm in a {dace
where no one else can possibly get it.
Before the year is ont he may draw the
money and bay another postal order
with it, and so on. tbns keeping the cash
secure for an indefinite period. He can
not be robbed. A circns clown was ar
rested in a town ont west with $5,000
worth of money order receipts in his
clothes, iiad they been stolen from him
he could easily have got duplicates.—
Washington Star.
When the Fever Turned.
Lena was four years old. and the
feminine love for fine clothes was al
ready pretty well devoloped. Being the
only child in the family, and the special
pet of ancles and annts who bad no
children of their own, when she fell ill
with scarlet fever there was great
alarm, and night and day the solicitous
family 'watched by her bedside. One
night when the fever was at the worst*
no one retired, but all sat quietly about
the room with tearful eyes waiting for
and expecting the end. Finally there
was a sigh and a gasp from the bed and
Lena's voice, feeble but clear, broke the
mournful stillness. “Uncle," it said,
“uncle, come here!" Uncle immediate
ly bent over the sick child. “Uncle,”
die went on while the weeping friends
listened to hear what might be the last
words, “won't yon bny me a bine silk
dress with white lace on it?" Thera was a
moment’s silence, and then Lena’s
mother dryly remarked, “1 guess yon
may as well all go to bed. She’ll get
well” And she did.—Springfield Home
stead.
Food for Thought.
Dramatic critics are said to have a
penchant for late sappers and welsh
rarebits, bnt the taste of the book re
viewer is mnch higher. There is noth
ing so dehgnta his soul as a cut of a
well roasted author.—New York World.
“I beg jrour pardon," he said politely;
“1 was drowsy. Anything going on?"
“No; he’s stopped now," 1 answered,
my eyes eagerly fixed on Waterer.
The rajah arose from his seat with a
yawn. “There’ll be nothing more to
night," he said: “let’s go home."
“Go home, man!—with that before onr
eyes?"
The rajah shrugged his shoulders. “She
“Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen,
And here’s to the maiden of forty]”
They have each reached a period tn life
wbenSniost females need assistance in ti
ding them over the shoals which so often
com: letelv wreck their after lives. In
producing regularity and h< altliy anion of
the female organs, Dr. Pierce V Favorite
Prescription stands without a peer. At a
time when nature gives them increased
lor'e.is, so many younr girls have tb.ir
health for life 8ha«tered. If vou wish your
daughter to miss those periodical, agoni
zing backaches and dizzy headaches,
— .. ; languid and tired feelings, accompanied
Trout do anything more, he repeated, j with ro „ 8b> pimply skin and dull, heavy
"Look at her; ahe's quite done up." i eves, get h r a bottle of Dr. Fierce’s
And, indeed, the Loadstone looked Favorite Prescription, If yon have
half dead as she gazed fearfully up at reached the later period of dancer and
Waterer. Her demeanor was not that weakness, you will need a bottle, too.
of a triumphant performer. w ”PP« r “ fo ? P rinted « uaran -
“Do sit down," 1 urged; "we must see ' e0, 8a’»f-ebon given in evety cose or
the end or i*-»
W''
money returned.
Chief counselor, listen to me. To
morrow is my birthday; see to it that it
is celebrated by a grand festival and
feast. And, mark yon, have something
then that is new and very entertaining.”
“Bnt, exalted ruler, it is too short a
time in which to arrange for a feast,
but twenty hours until the morrow.’
“That is not my lookout. Yon will
arrange for the feast. Now, begone!”
And the chief counselor hurried away,
tearing his silken robe into shreds and
vowing that never did any chief coun
selor before him have such an unpleas
ant position, for the crnel emperor was
in the habit of ordering a birthday feast
whenever be liked, whether it was real
ly his birthday or not, and the chief
counselor just had' to hustle to keep
Yuhwhan Kian pleased "or "he himself
would be sure to loee his head and pig
tail
Then Yuhwhan Kian called the head
cook of the cooking college to him and
stud:
“Mignon—that was the head cook’s
name, being short for Mignonette—
“Mignon, tomorrow is my birthday.”
“Oh, s-e-sis-6irel”
Mignon stuttered.
“Yes it is, and no joking, either. Un
less the cooking college prepares a new
sweetmeat for that festival feast, you,
slave, will loee your head. Begone!”
And the head cook of the cooking col
lege went away sorrowing, for the em
peror had had twenty-nine birthdays in
the previous two years, and by this time
his ingenuity was about played out.
Now, while both the chief counselor
and the head cook of the cooking college
are racking their brains to discover, the
one a new attraction, the other a novelty
in pastry to set before the emperor, we
must go to a little village in Tartary.
Before a small thatched hut is a lad
apparently just starting ont on a long
journey. A very old woman is bidding
him farewell
“Nestri, hast thou with thee thy sil
very reed flute?”
“Yes, great-grandmother."
“It is well Now, before thou start-
est 1 have two gifts for thee. They are
small presents, but 1 am poor. This bag
contains cerch-circh (which in Eng
lish is nothing more nor less than cur
rant jelly). Take good care of it, for
never has it been tasted by other than
members of your family, and of such
great rarity and exquisite flavor is it
that should strangers, even kings and
emperors, once fe&te it there would be
warring and strife among them for its
possession.
So Nestri took the precious bag.
“Also, Nestri, here is the receipt by
which the cerch-circh was compounded!"
And the old woman gave him a thin
shaving like a sheet of ivorine painted
with queer Chinese letters, which he
carefully rolled and twisted np until it
looked about like a cigar lighter, and
then for safety placed it inside of his
reed flute.
Then he set ont on his journey, even
to the very city where the chief coun
selor and the head cook of the cooking
college were puzzling their brains to
emperor. Such was Nestri’«
skill in playing upon his reed Ante that
wherever he. stopped and played the
people flocked to hear him and filled
his valise with coppers and plugged ten
cent pieces.
It was while he was thus playing that
the chief counselor chanced to hear him.
And the chief counselor leaped into
the air, waving his cue and knocking his
heels together for joy, shonting:
“Houp-la! Whoopi My head and
pigtail are now safe. I will secure this
lad for the emperor’s feast.”
And he had fourteen of the royal
guard seize Nestri and cast him into
prison.
Little sleep could he take for the feax
that was in his heart, and so about the
midnight hour he began to play on his
silvery toned flute so softly and sweetly,
so clearly toned and so sadly and plaint
ively, that, as was afterward found out,
it even melted the heart of a stone ido
which was kept in a templo near.
While he was thus playing he was
startled to hear some one moaning and
wailing outside the cell window, so he
climbed up on the stone ledga Looking
out he saw the queerest figure, dressed
all in white satin, its head covered by
an immense, tall, pointed hat, lying flat
on the ground and sobbing bitterly.
“Who may you be, oh, sad one, and
why do you weep?" asked Nestri.
The figure did not move, but answered:
“1-1-1 am the hea-a-ad co-o-o-ok of the
co-o-o-oking college, and to-o-o-morrow
I-I-l must lo-o-oae my head and
b-b-b-beautifal b-b-bl-black cue, four
teen f-f-fe-e-flt long, b-b-b-becanse l-l-l
cannot think ' of a-a a-a new dish for the
emperor’s great feast. B-b-b-boo-ho-o-o-
oughl”
And Nestri pitied him so mnch that
he said:
“Here, head cook of the cooking col
lege, hold your hat."
And the head cook of the cooking col
lege stood np and held his hat.
Then Nestri emptied his bag of cur
rant jelly into it, saying:
With this fill twenty flaky tarts, and
by the great Punjabian idol, if yon give
them to the emperor for his feast, then
is your precious head safe.”
And sure enough, at the feast the fol
lowing day, the emjieror was so delight
ed with the onrrant fhrts that he con
ferred the order of the Iron Chopsticks
and the Yellow Button on the head
cook of the cooking college.
Then Yuhwhan Kian summoned the
chief counselor to him, saying:
Now, chief counselor, can yon pro
duce a novelty for our entertainment?”
And the chief counselor ordered Nee-
tri, who had been bronght from the
prison, to play.
And the emperor was entranced with
the music. But it seemed so easy to
play on the reed flute that the emperor
was sore he could perform artistically
upon it, so he made Nestri let him take
his reed Ante.
Now Nestri was np simpleton, and he
did not wish the emperor to know how
easy it was to play on the reed flute, so
just before he gave it 16 him be stuffed
the rolled up sheet of thin ivorine back
into the flute ont of sight.
The emperor puffed out his fat cheeks,
pursed up his lips and blew once, bnt
not a sound came. He blew a second
time, and no sound was forthcoming;
a third time—a tremendous blast—and
this time the wind forced the receipt
for the current jelly ont of the flute and
it fell on the floor at the foot of the em
peror’s throne.
Then the emperor was furiously an
gry and he hurled the reed flute at Nes
tri, hoarsely bawling:
“Get thee gone, thou hoodoo!”
And Nestri ran for his life; bnt the
the receipt on the thin sheet of ivorine
was left behind.
It was as the great-grandmother had
said, the taste of the currant jell caused
warring and strife.
Ynhwhan Kian was obliged to go into
a ship out on the sea and carry the re
ceipt with him to keep it away from the
other kings and emperors who were so
anxious to possess it
One afternoon, as the fat old fellow
was sitting on the deck of his junk and
Carefully holding the rolled up sheet of
ivorine, an albatross flying above mis
took it for a piece qfcppy’wrmi-
The big albatross knew 'i/'iat macaroni
was very nutritious, and being hungry
he swooped down and stole the ivorine
roll
And now there arose a fierce Btorm,
and the crnel emperor’s junk was sunk
and he drowned. But the wind blew
the albatross right inland.
It blew so hard and so long that the
great bird was finally driven northwest
entirely over Europe and Asia, until he
dropped at last on the coast of Ireland,
where he was round by two Irish gen
tiemen more dead than alive. Clutched
spasmodically in his claw was the re
ceipt on the ivorine roll
What is itr said one.
And it’s not 1 that know, Murry."
Don’t you, Mr. Hejrward? Take an
other look at it Being a professor, yon
might know what those fanny letters
are.”
So the professor looked again, and be
ing very wise he was able to guess at
what the queer letters were.
Sure, Murry, we have found a won
derful receipt for making the filling for
em?—’m?—yes, filling for tarts. And,
furthermore. I’m thinking that this same
receipt was written by a Tartar.”
THE RED RAVEN.
Uncle Jack, don’t yon think you
could draw some pictures of the meet
and the emperor and Nestri, and”
“Wait just a moment. Yon must
have mistaken me for a fall fledged
amusement bureau.”
No, not ’sactly. Uncle Jack. Please
lean down here.” ’
Uncle Jack leaned down close to
Paul’s pillow, and the little fellow whis
pered: .
No, not ’sactly; but you are really
just as entertaining as the clowns at the
circus, and 1 thank you.—A. S. £L in
Boston Globe.
Cotton Mills of the South.
The cotton mills in the southern states
in 1890 consumed 600,000 bales, or one-
fourth of the entire quantity worked up
in this country that year. This is a gain
over 1880 of more than 400,000 bales.
The production of iron ore in the same
part of the country in 1890 was one-
fourth of the output of Great Britain.—
New York Times.
White Ash and Snakes.
White ash is used in carriage works.
It is poisonous to snakes. It is said a
snake is never found in its shade.—
Home and Farm.
AT A GRAVE.
Look not upon the sky at eventide.
For that makes sorrowful the heart of man:
Look rather here Into my heart and Joyful
Shalt thou then always be.
On the night of the Nativity a bloody
crime was committed at Caperna Mas-
tro Lanza, a worthy man about fifty
years old, who. two months before, had
returned from America with a goodly
heap of gold, was killed by an unknown
hand. Profound consternation, aggra
vated by fantastic fear, reigned through
out the country. When would the as
sassin he discovered?
The gendarmes, after scouring the
country for a week, grew weary of the
useless labor—no trace, no clew.
The grave where Mastro Lanza lay
buried was covered with a fall of snow,
and the gravedigger, after planting over
it a rough cross, had chanted this lugu
brious antiphon, “Frozen is thy bed,
poor Mastro; but the ruffian who cut
thy throat in order to possess himself of
thy dollars will pass the winter joyously
before a hearth crowned with bottles!”
As the gravedigger turned his back
on the cross and went his way out of the
inclosure, a hoarse, guttural sound is
sued from the silent gloom of the twi
light.
The devil is laughingl” exclaimed
the servant of the dead, closing (he
gate. “The gendarmes will lose their
time.”
From the peaks of Albenza to the val
leys of Soma the earth was white—the
streets were deserted. A few dimly
lighted windows disclosed something of
life in the human beings huddled to
gether in frosty hats. The whiteness of
the snow seemed dark as twilight poured
over its luminous brightness.
A man wrapped from nose to knees in
a thick cloak climbed the steep road that
led from the valley of Soma to Caperna
He was going to Opreno. The distance
that still lay before him was long—night
threatened to overtake him on his way.
And this man—young, healthy, vigorous
—was afraid of the night
Coming from Pontidaon his way home
to his own mountainous country, he had
taken the shortest route, which, besides
being the shortest, also enabled him to
avoid inhabited places. He climed the
steep hill with hurried steps, like a be
lated traveler who is in haste to reach
his destination.
On, on he went The hill overcome,
he stopped an instant, as if at sight of
an obstacle or at the sound of a threat
What had he seen? What heard?
He had seen the white wall of the
cemetery—had heard the hoarse croak
of the raven
Oh, it is yet to be seen that Nardo dei
Brizzi, the intrepid hunter of the valley
is afraid of the dead.
And the man in the cloak, shaking off
his terror, took np his march with a
quick stop, that he might leave as quick
ly as possible a painful situation.
ArriVodlJwfore the cemetery, he
turned his face from it and drew hack,
skirting the wall at the left. As soon 33.
he seemed sufficiently removed from the
abode of the dead he stopped, wiped
away the perspiration which rolled
down his face, and casting a backward
glance over the road already traversed,
saw on the white carpet of snow—hop
ping after him, running directly toward
him—a small body, whose form, out
lined on the deep snow, appeared that of
a raven with red plnmage. “Another
raven r cried Brizzi, with chattering
teeth. “Mastro’s was black. Who ever
saw one of these cursed birds with feath
ers the color of blood?”
The red raven had stopped in the mid
dle of the road and seemed to be waiting
for the man to take np his march again,
in order that he might resume his play
of running after him.
H Brizzi threw aside his cloak, picked
np a handful of snow from the ground,
made it in a ball and taking aim threw
it with an oath straight at the bird.
The bird jumped aside to avoid the
projectile, croaked three times in a mock
ing tone, then, hopping along on its two
straignt nodulous claws, advance^
toward the hunter with the petulant
manner of one who has received a chal
lenge.
“Why have 1 not my good gun with
me?” thought the Mountaineer, grinding
his teeth. And, burrowing his head
deep in the folds of his cloak, he went
hastily on his way np the hill like a
frightened child.
The raven followed him, beating his
wings, and that noise of fluttering feath
ers, penetrating the big hood that en
veloped the head of the fleeing man,
pierced his ears and froze his blood.
In the dense obscurity of the night,
damp with perspiration, Nardo Brizzi at
last arrived at Opreno.
With convulsive haste he opened the
door of an old hnt, entered, closed it,
then, having lighted a lantern, threw its
rays through the little yard to* make
sure that the other had not entered.
The other! A tiny bird that in the ex
cited mind of the mighty hnnter had
taken on the proportions of a gigantic
Boldierl
No; tlje raven had not entered. The
hunter breathed again and smiled, shak
ing his head. How did that filthy grave
yard bird ever arouse such fear in Nardo
Brizzi?
He opened a bottle, emptied it in a
breath and went into the next room to
lie dowfr
But scarcely had he laid himself on
the bed, scarcely had he extinguished
the candle which he had placed on a
chair beside him—
“Uhek! chekr
“The devill”
“Chek! chekt chekr
And the pecking of a sharp beak on
the window post made the miserable fel-
With a blow aud a salvo of oaths he
opened the window.
Bnt the raven was no longer there.
It had divined hie. intentions and had
gone, taking refuge in a path of the gar
den.
Ah! Do yon think I cannot reach
you, damned beast? Wait a moment
and 1 will settle your account!"
He seized a gun, leaped down the
stair, was in the garden.
Nardo took aim. fired, the ball sped.
The raven. In no wise frightened,
hopping, peering, scolding, came np to
him and stopped a few steps away from
the gun that was still pointed at him.
The second charge exploded.
“I have finally blown you to atoms,
oh, accursed bird!" howled Nardo.
plunging eagerly into the smoke of the
powder.
But the raven, from the branch of a
tree where he had taken refuge, answered
with a croak, and, coming close to the
man who had twice tried to kill him,
planted his claws in his eyes and pressed
his face between his bleeding wings.
The man let fall his gun—fell—rolled
howling in the snow.
The assassin of Mastro Lanza had at
tempted an impossibility—he had tried
to kill the consciousness of his crime.—
Translated from the Italian by Harrietto
Billings for Romance.
DEFEAT COMES
TO THE WEARERS OF THE BLACK
and;crimson.
AUBURN WINS THE GAME.
The Boys Made a Gallant Fight but
Were Simply Out Weighted-Over
Three Thousand People Witness
The LGreat:Match Game-
Mistaking the Uniform.
The dreamy young man jumped on
the rear platform of a Broadway car
last evening. He was on his way to
make a call and his mind had wandered
off to the home of his Margaret In
stinctively he shoved his hand down
into his pocket, palled ont a coin and
handed it toward a brass buttoned coat
that his dreaming eyes had made ont in
the darkness. He was aroused from his
dreaming by a gruff voice saying:
“I’m not the conductor. I don’t want
your money.
“Pardon me," exclaimed the embar
rassed young dreamer, “I really did not
notice that yon were a fireman. 1 just
saw the uniform, yon know, and took
yon for the conductor.’
“That’s all right,” answered the fire
man. “No offense. We firemen have
that happen to us every time we jump
on a car. if we go inside to take a seat
some woman is sure to hand us a fare
and ask ns to let her off at some street
or other, and if we stand outside, some
absentminded man goes and sticks a
coin in our hands. 1 don’t know but
it would be a pretty good scheme if we
just accepted the situation and the
money and said nothing."—New York
Times.
Venetian Youth.
The Venetian youths, like their cousins
in Rome, are fond of dogs, and the uglier
and more forbidding the dog so much
the more it seems to be admired. This
has a very odd result The gentlemen
wear their boots long 'in the sole and
curved upward, a mode which does not
improve. _ their personal appearance.
deed, they further
attire themselves in tali silk .hats, lemon
The black and crimson of.the Univer
sity trailed in defeat Saturday while
the orange, white and blue of Auburn
floated to victory.
It was a hard fought game, and while
the winners have every reason to feel
proud of their victory, the losers have
nothing of which to feel ashamed or
about which to offer regrets.
The trip to Atlanta yesterday was a
most enjoyable one. Three cars
were well filled, there
being two hundred and ten persons
aboard the special train. There were a
great many ladies along, among whom
were Mrs John Gerdine, Mrs S H
Williams, Mrs J S Hamilton, Mrs G M
Snelling, Mrs H K Nicholson, Mrs C B
Griffetb, Misses Maggie Morton, Mary
Harris Brumby, Katie Louise DuBose,
Lucile Barnes, Alice Williams, Ellio
Williams, Annie Brumby, May Hull,
Mary Erwin, May Hodgson, Lucy Grif
fith,Susie Morris, Sophie Schaller,Lizzie
Barrow, Florence Herty and Miss -
Wheeler.
The crowd gave the college yell until
they were tired out and then they gave
it with the whistle of the locomotive as
the (rain approached each town.
The train ai rived in Atlanta at eleven
thirty and in half an hour the train
from Auburn pulled in.
By three o’clock the grand stand at
Piedmont Park contained over three
thousand people, anxiously awaiting
the beginning ol the game. The tech
nological school was ont in force wear
ing the colors of the University and
aiding the lung gang by the vigorous
use of cow bells.
Umpire W. B. Lowe, of Atlanta, and
Referee W. Ackerman, of Gartersville,
called the teams in to the to83 for the
Dali. In a few seconds the game was
on.
For several minutes at the start the
ball hung around the centre line and the
contest was heavy. Then by good
plays of Brown, Herty, Kimball and
Lane, the ball was carried twenty
yards into Auburn’s field. Then Herty
by a splendid play gained fifteen yanj*
| Ball passed to Brown who made a
colored kid gloves and collars {bstfiss I. tifnl ran to fifteen yard line, but
_ ck.
>.Bon
almost to their lips. Then, with a dap
per cane and a poodle shaven so brutally
clean that no lock of wool is left upon
it, save at the tip of its tail, the gentle
man considers himself completed for
promenade-
Up and down he goes, bowing zeal
ously to the right hand and the left,
ever and anon stopping to caress the
tips of the fingers of a lady, and ever
and anon pausing to unwind the chain
of his poodle from his elegant legs. He
is an expert at expletives; bnt the poodle
is used to them, and bears without one
whine of objection all the abuse it ex
cites.—All the Year Round.
in
To yonder grave there ofttlmee came a woman.
And said to it. “Bast thou forgiven me?"
“A vaunt!” the grave mad* answer.
Then weeping she would go her way, but going
She ever plucked a Rower from the sward.
Yet still the grave would grant her nofor-
Then t ssdd e tite woman. “Take at i»»«t my ! low, who had for the moment regained
his courage with wine, barrow his bead
A Mother’s Duty and Children’s Teeth.
Ignorance of the law does not excuse
the violator of the law, and if it be crim
inal for a mother not to know that scar
let fever and small pox are contagions;
that arsenic and corrosive sublimate and
paria green are poisonous, it is little
short of criminal in parents to neglect
requiring of their children so important
a duty as proper attention to the teeth,
as at no other time of life can a little
watchfulness and advice be so oppor
tunely bestowed, and were this care
given it wonld in a few years be com
paratively rare to find a person of ma
ture age with a missing tooth or teeth,
while millions of artificial teeth yearly
manufactured in this and other countries
wonld be almost entirely uncalled for.
as artificial restoration of dental organs
by plates wonld be mostly confined to
replacing teeth lost by accident—B. C.
Cornwell D. D. S., in Philadelphia
Press.
• Keeping Memorial Day.
Colonel William Olin told the follow
ing story at a little dinner party at Park
er’s the other day:
Two little children who had seen
Memorial Day procession decided that
they wonld decorate the grave of a fa
vorite pussy that had been buried trader
the pear tree in the back yard. So they
marched toward the spot one behind the
other. The first child, who carried a
drum, was the band, and the second,
with a tiny flag, was the Grand Andy.
Before they reached the grave a lot of
old bens ran in front of the procession.
“Shoo, shoot” cried the band.
“Don’t do that, sister,” said the Sec
ond division, “don’t scare them away.
They’re the Women’s Relief corps."—
Boston Herald.
1MANTIUM IRAE.
was allowecTand-bill went back
the tide went with AuburaV-Tbey
ried the ball into Athens’ field. An
makes a rnsb to fifteen yards line but
ball is carried back fifteen yards by
University. Herty and Kimball do some
good work for Athens. Auburn kicks
to twenty yard line and by several suc
cessful efforts to buck the centre gains
several yards. Lnpton, of Auburn,
made a splendid run and barely missed
a touch down by a beautiful tackle by
Brown who downed him on the three
yard line.
Then the ball went to within one
yard of goal. Auburn pushed over the
goal line at this point. Foal claimed
and allowed and amidst tremendous
cheers ball goes back to fifteen yard
line. Then Fricks and Brown and Her
ty make good plays and carry the ball
into Anburn’s field.
Howell makes a very fine ran and
then Auburn carries ball back by a
splendid kick and run to ten yard line.
Here ensues heavy work on both sides.
Barnwell of Auburn tries to kick goal
and falls, and University boys carry
ball back. Dorsey, of Auburn makes a
very fine run and is downed by Brown
on three yards line. Auburn loses sev
eral yards. First half up. Score,
Athens 0, Auburn 0.
During the second half the rain began
to fall heavily and the slippery ground
put the University boyB at a disadvan
tage. They could not use their running
powers, Frioks made a splendid rush
daring this part and gained twenty
yards. Some bad playing here. Au-
I burn gains twenty yards. Foul claimed
] and allowed. Dorsey, of Auburn, made
goal and was
Brown on -
an excellent run towards
| downed prettily by
line. The heavy
."* “Avaunt!" the grave made answer.
Bnt as she weeping turned sway and went.
Behold, the gravestone wonld uplift itself.
And the dead man gaze forth.
Sending a long look after her, that woman
Who weeping went her way.
Look-not upon the sky at eventide.
For that makes sorrowful the heart of mam
Look rather here into my heart and Joyful
Shalt thon then always be.
-Exchange.
between the counterpane and the pil
lotJs.
“Againl Again! Him!”
The red raven was there, leaning
against the window ledge — picking,
picking at the frame, and every blow of
that furious, biting beak pierced the
very vitals of Nardo and inflicted a
quivering wound.
That was a long night for the hnnter
It is sweet to live, but oh! how bitten- °* ° pren0 ‘ H°wmauy times in orier to
»n be iroubltd with a cough,day and night, i ^ ^ att ? c J^ 13 s J a5 r' ,r
Bu’ *8 Cough, 8yrap, however, is a • sure j ke *kink bound from his bed.
i euiedy. 26 cents. i open the window, seize that accursed
I cannot sing to-nightl My throat is bird b Y tbe neck and strangle him!
sore.” “Of course you haven’t tried Sslva-' -Morning came. As the first glimmer
Oh foolish food the lovers—
Tbe lovers who believed
Soothed quarrels left the firmer
The net Love round them weaved!
For If you tear the meshes
And knit them up anew; -
Strength may to strength seem added-
Is there more beauty too?
And if rude hands e’er try them.
Say, can they bear the strain?
Too late then you discover
Such knots all slip again.
—Bookman.
the five yard .,
weight of Auburn told here and Dorsey
[ was pushed across the line and a touch -
I down secuaed. Lnpton then kicked
| goal. Score Anhnrn 6, Athens 0.
At this point Herty pulled off his
I jacket and sailed in more firoely than
ever. A kick from Barnwell sends ball
far into Athens field and passing all
j the University players is Beized by Cu\-
j ver, of Auburn, who rushes through the
goal and touches down. Lnpton fails
to kick goal.^_Soore, Auburn 10, Ath-
| ens 0.
Only ten minqtes remained bnt the
| University boys fought nobly on. The
ball was carried by Shackleford far into
Auburn’s field and by good plays of
j several Athens boys it looked as if a
tonch down would be secured. But
time called and the score stood 10 to 0
| in favor of Auburn.
The University boys took defeat
Women who suffer from nervous and gracefully and are ready to tackle the
physical ’debility find great help in the use victors again whenever they wish it. Bj
of Ayer’s Sarsaperilla. It produces the |
rapid effect of a stimulant, without reaction ” ” “ _
—the resule being a permanent increase of r Senator Quay Dangerously in.
strength and vigor both of mind and body. I Jacksonville, Fla., Feb. 20.—Sen
ator Quay is reported to be dangerously
ill at St Lacie. Mra. Quay, who *"
tion Oil?” “N<>”
will sing like the bitds:’
-—— . ....-v. ua.m-. a — o i For The Senate—It is said that. .„
Thenget.it. and you of light penetrated the room he leaped Rev, D. C. Oliwr will be a candidate summoned by telegraph, is now w
I,,.™ - .... •— ■— — *-*- - — him.
from his bed—resolute, angry, feverish, for State Senator,
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