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Watchman. Bat. IMM I Omllfaled with (he Cbroaicle, Bat. 187*. J Athena Banner, Bet. 1832. 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, m — 1. 'W' ■i s