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ATHENS. QA. TUESDAY MORNING. JUNE 7.1892.
PRICE ONE DOLLAR A YE;
0 ‘rr.- t ihc eyes Unit wlnthcel
.\,„1 mi.-tllie lil*» tlmt s.nilol
^i„l |, i nn doubt within thee
Trouble thy joy ibe while!
, i I- and cujoy the present,
"l i-. ail Hip wise pali do.
■,.iild it it ako tUlue inure pleasant
To know thy love were true?
If
prove true forever.
Cun that Increase thy bliss
TodayNay, thou wilt never
Know truer joy than this.
,\ml if she turn deceiver,
Why should thy strong heart grieve?
Weep only if thou grieve her,
An.l die ere thou deceive.
- Hubert Bridges in New York Sun.
lamtiiuo la cry ana guuicis. tuO yosag i
nun was llio first to awake. The sun
| teainning to shoot his fiery needles
over the mountain. Robbins lifted his
hand to rub bis eyes.
“R-r-z-z-z!”
Then a tongue of flame darted toward
him and struck him on the palm of the
hand.
“My God,” he groaned, “it’s a rattle
snake, and he’s bitten me!”
His voice seemed to awaken a hundred
echoes, and to these responded a hun
dred rattles.
Selby sat up in his blanket and stared
at him stupidly. As he made the move
ment a rattlesnake struck him in the I
EVERYBODY’S GARDEN
A WHOLE MAN.
the <’•'
when
pjisitho man has no business on
• vrt. lie wiR get prodded every-
I i' bo take offense at rough ban-
Lord hix i him when he gets into a
, .ining camp. If lie wear his heart
AB ulreg the irii)s|||p is everybody’s gardcnl
Tlierj the wild rose blossoms through the
summer days. i
Bounded by field fences, and ever stretching
onward.
It is God’s own garden. For It, give him
praise. ;
Tisgay with goidenmd,
Tliere blooming grassiv bod.
And sunflowers small and yellow uirh ever in
to the sun.
Qnaint darky beads are there.
And daisies wild and fair.
In everybody's gardeu each flower's the love
liest onel
All along the wayside is everybody’s garden!
Come out aud gather posies: the very air is
sweet.
face, and another at his side would have Come cut with hearts of gladness, ye big and
done the same had he not thrown him- , tie children,
self out of reach of his deadly fangs. “ garden, made for our stroil-
The rattles resounded on every side. The flitting butterfly.
The two men ran back to a stretch of The fragrant winds that sigh,
sand beyond the rocks and gazed at each The tlny clouila ‘hat hover above us. in the
‘Let mo
any peace.
way from the cattle
v boys’ jests are as keen
his sleeve, let: him steer clear of
«&» Mexican towns and thoir pretty sen-
If be won 0 know any pe
!,t him keep aw»;
pang-:, for the cow
, i: I catling ns the spurs at their heels,
, :nk Robbins was beginning to find
.out some of these things. But if you
gave him a whole decade he would not
i.ii i them all out.
•What the boy wants is toughening,”
.aid Mart .Selby.
Mart was big and tough, and he saw
a., g:ad reason why anybody but a child
or a woman should bo tender.
••He's a young colt that wants a Mex-
i an bit shoved into his mouth, and then
;ulv ridden through the cactus.”
At I mein's ranch the boys joked and
irritated Robbins, but it did not seem to
toughen him. They carecl nothing for
.. — A 1- •*. .
other wildly,
“Hold still,” demanded Mart,
look at your bite.”
He grasped the boy’s hand.
“Thank God, it’s hot in the vein!”
Ho seized his knifo and quickly hol
lowed out a piece of the flesh.
“Tliero, hold your hand down and let
the blood run free, while 1 tie this cord
around your arm,”
Ho twisted the Btout cord until it eut
into the arm.
“Now, the whisky,” he gasped.
“No,” said Robbins, “let me cut the
poison out of your wound.”
Mart held still a moment while this |
was done.
“Now, the whisky—quick!” cried Rob- j
bins. (
blue;
, The bird’s song high and clear
Make heaven draw more near.
In everybody’s garden the world once more is
new!
—William Z. Gladwin in Christian Union.
U
CALL IT SQUARE.”
It is remarkable what sizable -ro
mances small 'bits of territory are ca
pable of producing under favorable con
ditions. Though containing but six or
eight acres, Rattlesnake island forms
the scene of quite an interesting episode
along this line. The island lies about
two mile3 to the northeast of Put-in-Bay.
From its peculiar formation the island
is generally supposed to have derived its
But Selby did not look for the bringing ! na “®’. thollgh , so “ e a f ert that the a P*
forth of the flask with any light of hoi£ ! p ?\ latl V“. was test owed in consequence
.vbi. ky that didn’t scratch as it went
down, and when he put water in his
tiu-y called him a perfect lady and
laughed loudly.
"Stand their joshing,” sal* Mart to
Robbias, “and you’ll get along better.
They'll always mako it hot for a man
that don't josh back,”
'li. 1 don’t mind it,” said . .ns.
badly overdoing his effort to' look un
concerned.
It bad Ven the same everywhere he
had lieen ’u > .e we$t. He was one of
ilmse men who are never anything but
t. ’erfeet. He simply would not take
no n as lie found thorn, though they
v re perfectly willing to taice him so.
An>i the absurd ideas that had lodgment
i.i his head! Chief among these were
v . • he must have a friend—a chum—
vim should be a man after liis own
heart, lie had been looking for such a
man f. r two years. Ho picked him ont
occasionally, but lie never found him to
suit. Aliis one was not truthful, tb..i
one \ as net temperate and the other
v .not.nice in Ins speech. There was
something lacking in each one.
•What 1 want is a whole man,” he
sighed. "I never could take up with
these half made follows. But it is not
easy. Even when I find a man that
is temperate and intellectual lie turns
out to Imj selfish. What would I not
give for a whole man for a friend and
companion—a whole man!”
He would hot tako up with Mart Sel-
by, though Mart saw “the young fel
low” sorely needed a friend aud helper,
particularly oce who would toughen
him. He kept on looking for liis maile-
toorder man, but ho never seemed to
hit upon him. Few such men as he was
!•>. king for are to lie found within a
thousand miles of Lucin’s. In fact, at
Lucia's you would bo at a loss to dis
cover a single man who did not liko to
take observations at Old Ashby’s cloth
and paper ceiling through the bottom of
a whisky glass, and if you heard a voice
1 will give you my word of honor it was
no cherub's.
One day the boys outdid all their
little meannesses to Robbins by getting
him hopelessly’ drunk. Of course it
was no killing matter, but ho had nevor
been drunk before, and he took it very
seriously and resolved to leave camp
next day.
Mart did not liko this. His heart had
warmed toward “the young fellow,”
and he hated to see him leave the place.
Finally he resolved to go with him.
They agreed between them that they
would not go on the range again. They
would go prospecting for gold.
And thus it was that they camo to
make the journey over the desert to
ward Dead Horse gulch. Now, as every
body in that country knows, the wealth
of Dead Horse gulch is great, but it is
very hard to reach. Miners, who have
lived out the awful heat of the alkali
plain that lies all around the buttes
wherein the gulcli makes its gash, have
come back with full belts, but none of
them has ever gone a second time.
In suggesting this journey Mart Selby
had a double object. First, lie wanted
to toughen “the young fellow,” and
next, he wanted to enrich them botH.
^lart knew that Robbins had come ont
'• cst t > make enough money to marry a
“ice girl who lived in Delaware, and lie
knew, too, that “the young fellow” had
found money making very slow work.
From Lucin’s to the great alkali plain
that lay lieforo the bnttes in which the
R"bl was hidden was a long aud toil-
one journey. But the real work only
began with the crossing of the alkali
desert.
White and naked lay the dead land
before their aching eyes. The eye of
heaven shone down with most unrelent-
fierceness. No breath of air was
stirring, and the whole world was to
them as dumb as death.
Mart had counted on the journey be-
a hard one, but not so hard as this.
He had not dreamed that the water
f'ouhl give ont so soon, nor that the
horses would sink down and die as they
did.
Still they staggered on, their forms,
pent under their heavy burdens, stand-
ln 8 out sharp and raw above the white
®?rth, on which their clearly defined
s ladows fell with inky blackness.
in that cloudless, mistless air, distance
**enied set at naught, for they traveled
n and on toward the buttes, and yet
®y soemed to grow no nearer.
toward evening that they
C*«ted a rocky islet in the sea of alkali.
any light of hope
in liis eyes.
“It is yours,” he said quietly. “Thero
is only enough for one, and barely that.”
“Then it is yours, Mart.”
“No—yours.”
“But you are the worse bitten. Your
face is already beginning to swell.
Drink it.” ,
There was angnish in the tone, as there
was heroism in the words; lmt it was
heroism of the weakly sort. Ho held out
the bottle at arm's length, while he
turned his face away.
No, by Godl -It’s yours, boy!” came
of the illimitable quantities of the rattle
tailed species which rendezvoused iu aud
among the creviced aud caverned rocks.
From these fastnesses they were wont to
wriggle forth into aggressive promi
nence, hissing and clicking their spito
and whipping tho surrounding vegeta
tion until everything looked blue.
An able accessory in the dispersion of
this reptile host was undoubtedly vested
in the brawn and muscle of old Hank
Hammond, who, with liis family, locat
ed on the island. Old Hank wasn’t
afraid of rattlesnakes, evidently, and
in firmer and more commanding tone' pr \ Jed him * elf “^festly upon owning
from Mart Selhv. “Yon have a mother ' and Occupying with Ills household gods
from Mart Selby. “You have a mother
and a sweetheart back in the states.
And I—1 have nobody. Tliere was some
one once, but there ain’t nobody now—
nobody at all.”
In the face of this fearful temptation
Robbins felt himself weakening. Ho
grew less strong of resolution with each
tick of tho watch ,n liis pocket, heard
so plainly in tlio desert stillness. What
a coward he felt himself; but—how
sweet wasrife!
Was there not help to be liad from
sorno other source? Ho could not take
this. Tho drinking of that liquid wa3
tho drinkiug of Selby's life, aud that life
meant much to him now. Here was the
wliolo man!
His eye swept the hopeless plain. Hq
looked for the “dust” of • a traveler, but
he saw none. The lioaeof - tho day was
growing, H i thought lie felt the poison
pulsing thr >i;gli his veins.
“No—no,'’ l.esaid, sinking down upon
the sand. A id thare was a pitiable
weakness iu Lis tone.
Selby took the bottle from his hand.
As ..j did so a shade of fear arose to
Rul >bins* face. Selby saw it and smiled.
Tho i olleu face made the smile gro
tesque ; but none the less it was the smile
of a god. He came forward and knelt
beside the crouching form of Robbins,
who, lying on liis face, with his eyes
shut, begged him not to think of him,
but of himself. But tlio tone was grow
ing weaker.
The other said no word, bnt lifting bis
friend's head be uncorked the bottle and
held it to his lips. A look of rernoa-
stranco came to Robbins’ face, and he
raised liis hand to push away tlie bottle.
Just then be glanced upward. A buz
zard was circling about in tlio clear,
blue air. He shivered, and as tlio neck
of the bottle was forced between liis
teeth and Selby was holding back liis
head, liow conld lie help swallowing?
The look of remonstrance faded slowly
away as tho liquor gurgled from the
bottle. Soon it was all drained. The
boy’s head sank to the ground and a
heavy sleep laid hold upon him.
When he awoke there lay by his side
the body of a man with a pistol bullet
in bis head.—Frank B. Millaid in Argo
naut.
•*»/» ,, IU bUO Dvil UA umuw,
tart ,t re ’ after a ver y bad meal of hard
Of c.u« y fe H asleep, Robbins dreaming
A Luck; Fellow.
Mrs. Jinks—What do yon think? A
thief shot at Mrs. Binglo while she was
sitting in her room, and tlie bullet
lodged in a ball of yarn which she was
winding.
Mr. Jinks—Weill well! Bingle is a
lucky fellow, isn’t he?
Mrs. Jinks—I should say he was.
Mr. Jinks—Yes, indeed. He has a
wife who darns stockings.—New York
Weekly.
In Five Minute*.
Ted had a knife that his papa had
given him. With a knowing look
grandma said, “It is only a matter of
time for him to cut himself.” In just
five minutes Ted camo in holding his
hands ltehind him, and said, “Grandma,
it is not a very bad cut.”—Babyhood.
A Neat Way of Rebuking.
A lady stood hanging on the strap of
a street car, when a workman in the far
corner arose and politely offered her a
seat. “I thank you,” she said in a very
sweet tone, “bnt I aisliko to deprive the
only gentleman in t^e car of a seat.”—
Mid-Continent.
A Poor Affair.
Little Boy—Mamma, that new piano
lamp yon bought is a reg’lar cheat, an
yon oughter send it back.
Mamma—Why so, my cherub?
Little Boy—Quick as I went to playm
“Statue of Liberty” it fell over an broke.
—Good News. ■
TH’ia Bin W as b«WEiL-ln th‘
ward.f the contract tor school dc«Va,
he original bid of the successful firm
w»« three dollars and srventv-flve
cents. Subsequently this wss reduce*-
to two I’olhri and thirty-fonr cents ana
accepted Me^as. 0’Farrell-& Funken-
steinc state that their bid wsa two dH-
lare and thirty cents for a better desk,
nnd that it waa not considered by400
a whole island, which, if not very big,
was at least far enough removed from
adjacent isles to afford ample seclusion
So at least lio imagined, aud so in reali
ty it might have proven bnt for the singlo
obtrusive fact that tlie old codger was
possessed of several comely daughters,
and since “love laughs at locksmiths,”
scales heights inaccessible, traverses dis
tances immeasurable and achieves im
possibilities of all sorts, this blind bnt
active imp was not long in finding bis
way to Rattlesnake island.
Sadie, tho oldest, was an attractive
maiden of twenty years, with eyes that
matched th» color of sea aud slcy and
hair a fluff of golden brown. Slic was
lithe and active, free and fearless, and
reveling in adventure, too, on the water
like a duck. She was an expert at Call
ing and fowling, conld manipulate n pair
of oars with admirable skill, and with a
light skiff was accustomed to cross fre
quently, sometimes alone, the two mil
stretch of water which intervened be
tween Rattlesnake and Put-in-Bay.
At tlie latter place she speedily be
came the attraction of a youthful fish
erman, who inadvertently crossed her
path—one Toni Taylor. After this de
velopment there was no more peace for
Rattlesnake. From time to time its
vicinity was haunted by a spectral sail
which circled about the island, edging
nearer and nearer at each cruise; until
one day it lay beached close by the
“grout” house of Hank Hammond. At
beck of tlie little winged god Tom Tay
lor and his boat had followed the charm
er to her rocky retreat. This being liis
first experience in courtship, however,
Tom proved a bit fresh, and his bashful-
ness was excruciating. His feeble ad
vances were regarded with'apparent dis
favor, the coy maiden turning a deaf
ear to liis importunities, until in blank
despair he shook the dust of Rattle
snake from his feet.
One early spring day, some month’s
following the collapse of Tom’s love af
fair, a terrific squall, such as sometimes
swoops down upon tlie islands unan
nounced, struck Put-in-Bay with a force
that wrenched limbs from trees and sent
the troubled seas sporting up the rocks
in blinding showcw. Looking from her
window an old woman who occupied a
cottage on East Point thought she espied
a small boat far out on the lake driving
eastward before tho gale. From a shelf
she snatched a pair of field glasses,
through which she took a second obser
vation. Yes, the boat was evidently
drifting at the mercy of the wind and
current. Not nn oar was in motion.
Only a single occupant could be dis
cerned, and that a female. With breath
less haste the old woman rushed along
the shore to a little cove, where among
tho trees stood a fish shanty. Within
an angle of the L-shaped dock several
boats lay moored, and two fishermen
dressed in yellow oilers and sou’westers
were coal tarring twine over a smoking
kettle on the shore. One of these indi
viduals proved to be our friend, Tom
Taylor. Toni took the field glasses prof
fered by .the scared old lady, and through
them examined the drifting boat.
“Blast my buttons if it ai'u’t a wom
an!” he exclaimed. With two or three
long strides he reached the dock and be
gan unfastening a boat.
“What you goin to do?” demanded his
companion.
“Goin to pick up that skiff. Come on,
Jim.”
Jim demurred, urging that no boot
conld live long in such a sea and that it
was ; just foolhardy to venture.
Tom, however, would take no denials,
and with serious misgivings Jim was
finally persuaded to take a hand at the
oars. Under the double pull the boat
plunged outward into the boiling surf
and spray dashed over the two rowers.
It was a hard straggle, and many times
the boat barely escaped swamping in
the heavy seas that struck her; but at
last the castaway was overhauled. As
they approached the woman stretched
appealing bands toward them and Tom
turned in his seat to get a square look at
her. “Great Scojt!”
The beaded perspiration on his brow
was nuuie, sue wno n»a-£o uuuu; juieu
him. But all differences were forgotten
when life and death hung so nicely
poised, .in-the balance. The drifting
.boat was nearly filled with water and it
seemed as if every sea would submerge
it; but tlie .boat and Sadie were both
rescued ami landed .upon the leo side ot
a projecting headland. Sadie waa
drenched through and through. Hei
hair hung in strings, her clothing clung
closely a!tout her, and altogether she
looked as picturesque as a ducked hen.
“Yon may thank your lane for your
salvation,” remarked Jim, turning to
fair bnt dilapidated Sadie.
“I never see a woman yit that 1
thought more of than I do of my indi
vidual self, and if Tom hadn’t shamed
me out and made me go 1 expect he’d
V went alone, and yoh’d V both gone
to Davy Jones’,” and the rough old fish
erman inverted a rubber boot that he
had removed for the purpose of drain
ing off the water which was slopping
about in it. ^ .
The girl made no reply, bnt from un
der dripping locks she beamed upon
Tom a smile, the most heartsome and
approving which he. had ever received.
In answer to inquiries Sadie explained
how that when midway between tlie two
islands a rowlock had become detached
and had fallen overboard, rendering the
oars useless, and being overtaken by the
squall, she had drifted until discovered
and rescued.
Sadie found shelter with some friends
Who lived in Put-in-Bay until the next
morning, when, the gale having died,
she was restored to her anxious parents
by Tom Taylor in person. She was not
much worse for tlie.wetting and scare
received, but was appropriately subdued
in mauuer, meeting^Tom with uniform
kindness and evidently regarding him
as a hero.
Old Hank received liim with effusive
demonstration anil insisted upon liis re
maining for the day as an honored guest,
placing before him in tlie way of enter
tainment the best that liis larder afford
ed. Sailie behaved beautifully, aud it
will hardly be necessary to tell of all tlie
little flirtations successfully prosecuted
by the young couple during that brief
day.
In the evening, as Tom was about tak
ing liis departure, bris host clapped him
on the shoulder and said:
‘Youug man, if it hadn’t been for yon
my girl wud ’a’ been drifting down Lake
Erie a dead corpse instead of a-settin
here. You’ve saved her life, and now I
don’t know how to pay yon for the trou
ble unless you're willin to take her.”
A wave of scarlet suddenly overswept
Toni’s face, extending clear to the roots
of liis red hair, while the girl looked tho
picture of confusion. “MVhy, dad!”
After a mighty effort Tom succeeded
in partially regaining his self possession,
and after clearing liis throat said if the
old man was “willin” and the girl was
“willin,” he guessed he’d “call it square”
—and the girl nodded and the did man
said, “ATTright-,-” and promised to throw
in the boat as a part of -the bargain-. So
before tho ice fields blocked the island
passages tlic-re Avan a wedding on Rattle
snake, and in trinmph Tom bore away
bis bride. ,
One by one Hank Hammond was
robbed of his daughters, and he eventu
ally left the island himself.
Another “Swiss Family Robinson"
who succeeded him now occupies bis
place.
Tom Taylor multiplied and increased
as tho years swept on and now rejoices
in not only an ample share of worldly
emoluments, but also a big and bloom
ing family of children.—Exchange.
SOUL’S RIDE.
‘ Horseman, springing from the dark;
Horseman, flying wild and.free;
Tell me wliat shall be thy road.
Whither speedest far from me?"
“From the dark into the light,
From the small unto the groat.
From the valleys dark I ride
O’er tlie hills to conquer fate!”
“Take me with thee, horseman mine!
Let me madly ride with thee!”
As he turned I met his eyes—
My own soul looked back at mel
—Lilia Cabot Perry in Atlantic.
BY HASSAR POST.
Witchcraft In Penn silvan la.
Where colonies of immigrants have
remained isolated, retaining the use of
their own language, the influence of
witchcraft is more easily traced. Tlie
interior of Pennsylvania affords better
illustrations of this, and on a larger
scale than any other state. It has lieen
bnt two or three years since suit was
brought by a man against his mother in
one of tlie counties of Pennsylvania to
recover, damages for a dog-which he
charged her with having killed by witch
craft; an4.be not only brought suit, but
obtained judgment from a justice of the
peace. Various witnesses testified as to
their experiences in witchcraft, and only
one said that he had never had a friend
or relative who was bewitched.—Dr.
Buckley in Century.
A Prize.
Little Wife—See what I have bought
you for a birthday present—I got it at
an auction—a genuine antique, old fash
ioned bootjack, such as your Colonial
ancestors used.
Husband—I haven’t worn boots for
twenty years.
Little Wife—I know. Won’t it look
lovely when it’s decorated and hung
up?—New York Weekly.
The Oil Gave Ont.*
After the locomotive department of
the Argentine Great Western railway
had mastered the question of using pe
troleum as fuel and most excellent re
sults had been attained, the supply of
oil gave out, owing to the borings not
going deep enough, and wood and coal
are again being used.—New York Times.
Rice Is a Lninrj'tn China.
The Chinese are a wonderful people.
It is popularly supposed that rice, on ac
count of its cheapness, is the chief diet
of tho poorer classes. In reality it is a
luxury with them. Millet, a very nu
tritions grain, unknown to the western
world, is one of their most important
foods.—Washington Star.
Short Bed Covering*.
In Germany coverlets of down or
feathers are much used, bnt travelers
complain of the shortness of them,
have found the same trouble with many
bed coverings in this country, not only
ifi the hotels and boarding houses, bnt
in private families as well.—Table Talk.
It was on a tributary of the Amazon,
far up in the mysterious country, so
bound, interlaced and entangled by the
snakelike lianes tliat few men bad the
temerity or desire to x>enetrate it. The
stream wound away, now in deep chan
nels, now gliding over treacherous quick
sands or leaping sunken rocks: hemmed
in by tlie forest and luxuriant vegeta
tion that fell over the edges and hung
pendant in the stream, licking up tho
drift until veritable floating islands were
formed, affording. Test for turtles and
other small animals. At rare intervals
there was a beach where tlie sand had
been thrown up in an eddy, presenting
a sparkling and brilliant contrast to the
green.
On such a beach lived Manuel Salva-
dea, famous as a liuuter and fisherman.
It was lie who killed a jaguar single
handed with his knife. It was Salvadea
who swung across the roaring Matos
upon a vine and saved seven or eight of
his people from the flood, and it was he
who, when held np us a hero, scorned
the term and asked, “Is it not a man’s
duty to-do right?” So it will be seen
that this Iudian was unique iu his way,
and liis conirades jpr the people of his
tribe looked njKm him with something
akin to reverence.
To secure Salvadea’s services was a
guarantee of game or fish; yet for a fish
erman he entertained some peculiar
ideas. He objected to taking fish for
pleasure, and had been known to lift a
comrade and hurl him into the water for
killing a fish known as the hassar. He
seemed to be tlie self constituted cham
pion of the finny tribe. Why! Let him
tell his own story.
I protect the fishes, senor, because
they cared for me when I was helpless.
If an animal does you a service, you can
but return it. 1 did not always think
so; it was this way; Two years ago 1
lived on the npper branch of fbe Querto,
tlie little stream which we bdieve rises
far away in the up country, where tha
white peaks reach toward the heavens.
In the season tlio river was low, and
then we caught turtle, iguana, and the
game upon which we live. I knew of a
certain place where game was plenty,
and one day, without saying a word, 1
left tlie camp and paddled down the
river, and leaving the canoe tied to a
liane cut my way across country to the
spot. You know, senor, that the water
is always washing away the banks n’>d
undermining tlie trees. Well, so it was
on the little river. When I reached it I
found it lower than ever; so low that
the sand was bare in places, and pools
were left everywhere alive with fish.
“As 1 unloaded my basket and net I
heard a loud crash, iind turning to see
the cause, saw a large rnona tree falling
upon me. It was too late to escape, so 1
throw myself upon tlio sands. The next
hours were i deep sleep. I knew noth
ing, aud when I awoke it was dark. 1
was lying partly in the water and over
my leg was a branch of tho tree. 1 was
powerless and could not move, and
knew a rain would produce a freshet
that would cover me ten feet deep in as
many minutes. All this, senor, came
over me—a sudden dream. It was use
less to shout, as I was tniies away and
Lad taken good care to tell no one where
I liad gone. Morning came, and I then
saw my condition fully. I was held by
my legs and right arm; my left arm was
free, but 1 conld not reach the sand
my feet to dig it away; I was bound as
fast as they say our kinsmen in the north
country bound their victims for sacri
fice. At the end of the day I was very
weak and ate the leaves.
“The next day I ate the mud and
water and some worms whiA I found.
The stream was growing lower, the
water about me evaporating in the hot
san, and the insects bade fair to destroy
me. At night the jaguar’s cry fell upon
my ear, and every rustle of the leaves
tho sighing of the wind, aroused me.
Did you eveir hear the leaves talk, senor?
They do, though it is only at certain
times that we can interpret them; cmr
nerves must be turned to a higher ten
sion, as Father Moreno says; then we can
respond to them. I seemed to hear
sounds I never heard before. The leaves
made music, the wind sighed among the
liarffes, and soft notes rose everywhere,
and I imagined they were talking to me.
“Five days had passed, the water was
gone and I was so weak that 1 waited
for death. As the snn rose, and I was
thinking how hard it was to give up life,
I felt something toach my hand. At
first 1 thought it imagination, then by
an effort I turned my head—Santa
Maria!—to see a miracle. On my out
stretched hand was a fish we call the
hassar. It had crawled into it, and
lay panting, opening and Shutting its
gills and looking at me with its dark
eyes. I thought I must be dreaming,
hut I clinched tho fish, which slipped
away, but 1 caught it again Mid ate it.
It cameto me a sacrifice, gave itself to
save me, and when 1 looked around
again to listen to a new rustling sound,
and 1 saw that the ground was covered
with fishes, all moving Slowly down the
dry bed of the stream, standing erect
upon their fins in search of water. They
came by hundreds, climbed over me,
falling npon my face, and 1 caught
them, ate them and piled them np abont
me.
“Hope was raised again; yet I conld
not move, aiid my only chance was that
some one would find me. Days passed,
and 1 lingered on. I had dug a hole
on and I passed the • hours by counting
them and watching their carious ways.
They used the two fins like arms or legs,
sometimes toppling over npon their
sides; now entering the little pools to
refresh themselves, bnt soon leaving the
water to crawl along again.
“While 1 watched them it came to
me that they were going to the month
of the river to avoid the drought, and
could 1 not send a message to my peo
ple? It was an easy matter to tear my
shirt, and with my teeth* 1 shaped bits
of white cloth until I had a hundred
or more. Then 1 began to catch tho
fish. Every one that passed me left
with a bit of white cloth pushed npon
the spine of its upper fin. The next day 1
did the same, and for three days 1 sent
these messengers to my people. Tho
fish werq black, senor, and the white
cloth conld be seen qnite a distance.
The days went by. how many 1 know
not, when one night 1 dreamed that 1
saw my friends. I awoke to see a great
light and in the center the one 1 loved
best; then 1 must have died of joy. But
" lived, senor,” and here the tall Indian
threw his arm about a young girl wboso
dark eyes gleamed with terror at tho
memories aronsed. “She, uiy wife, fonnd
mo and the message was carried to her
by the hassars. So, senor, the fish saved
my life, brought me my wife. What
would you have me do? Forget them?
think not.”
Such was the romance and almost
tragedy of Salvadea. Ho had been crush
ed by the tree for neaily two weeks.
His people had searched far and near
without success, and when tlie canoe
was found it was supposed he had fallen
overboard and was lost. But there was
one who did not give np. She wandered
farther down tlie stream than the others,
and one day pushed her canoe up a little
stream, rapidly growing dry, to catch a
turtle. Here she was attracted by the
hassars that wore coming down over
land and escaping into the main water.
While she watched them she noticed
one with a white object upon its Jin, then
another. Catching the fish, she saw
that it was no accident, but nn inten
tional •decoration. Following up she
saw others, and soon recognized the
fact that it was a message from some
one—possibly the lost one.
Up the stream she went, sinking in
the soft mud over which the fishes had
safely passed; crossing quicksands, leap
ing from trunk to trank until she finally
found her lover apparently dead—so
near it that it was months before ho
walked. With her hands she dug the
sand and mud away, and then bore his
emaciated form (breaking a passage
through the lianes) to the camp. No
wonder ho looked at her with loving
eyes, and no wonder he protected the
hassars.
Salvadea’s story might seem a fiction
of. the Amazon, but the habit of the
hassars and other catfishes of leaving
the water and crawling overland is
common one, and is equally well known
in India in the climbing perch. The fish
do not carry water in their gills during
these overland journeys, as is generally
supposed, bnt breathe air and for the
time are trno amphibians. *— Charles
Frederick Holder in New Y’ork Evening
Post.
COMMENCEMENT.
WITH ITS USUAL GAYETJES TO
•BB USHERED SN THIS WEEK.
With tha Prize Drill on the Campus—
Then the Home School, the UnD
varsity, and Last of all the Luoy
Cobb E xerclses—It Will be
Cay.
BUCKLENS ARNIC SALVE.
The Best ealve ln the _w irUl for Cu’iy with my free hand, and enough water
B-uis:*. Soies, Ulce-s. Salt Rbemv, Fever oozed through to sustain me, while the
Sores, T«-iter, Cr app<4 H inds. Chilblains fishes that still crawled by me provided
Cores, and » 1S in Eiup'.mns and posit-, ....... „ ,
ively car* s P le , fir no pa/ n quired. It is j m ® foo( L How long it was I know
Ofclea—' “ * l! ’ le£ T’> womans ureauuug aril that it was rot con'iccn-u o>
• cold water, drawn from marble Board, who said it came in tco late
began streaming down his checks—it
goatanteed tn g ve o*rf> c satisfaction, or j n °t; but one day I saw above the trees
mnnev rrfunf e - Price 2» cents per box. smoke, and I knew that my people were
For»a e hv John Crawf»rd & Co and near. I was too weak to cry aloud, so
Palmer & Kinnebrew.
An Inexpensive Art Corner.
Quite the gem of the furnishings in
the parlor of a pretty apartment up town
is a lovely stauetto of Cupid standing on
a pedestal, behind which is draped in
loose folds crimson cloth as an effective
background. The peculiar tint of the
marble (?) attracted a visitor, who in
quired concerning it, wherenpon the
mistress confessed:
“I saw in some paper that to brash a
plaster cast with orange shellac diluted
with alcohol would impart this peculiar
creamy tint, like old ivory, and chancing
npon this excellent reproduction in plas
ter, I bought it for experiment. You see
how successful. I have been. Every one
admires tho color, of my boy so much.
And I’ll tell you a bit more. That rich
crimson drapery is a last year’s dress,
which faded in streaks. 1 had it dyed,
and evolved the rest of my art corner.”
—Her Point of View in New York
Times.
Tlie “Gold Snake.”
A Mexican superstition, very common
among miners in that country, relates
to the “gold gnake.” This species of
serpent is perfectly harmless and very
handsome, being green in color and
with a golden iridescence in its scales.
Faith is entertained that wherever
gold snake makes its nest there is a
ledge containing the precions metal, and
there are many miners who will locate
a claim at once if they find a gold snake.
•Interview in Washington Star.
BEGINNING WEDNESDAY*
Once Honored.
Once before being placed in his tomb
every Parisian may be tho recipient of
homage as profound as would be given
to a potentate. It is when- going to his
own funeral. Men uncover their heads
and women devoutly cross themselves
while the hearse is passing. This is tme
even of the drivers of tram cars, 1)0868
and drays, and of the maids in white
caps.—New York Snn.
Took the Prescription.
Poor Patient {after an examination)—
Doctor, is there much the matter with
me?
Doctor—Nothing but the effects of
care and worry. Yon must reduce your
expenses so as to live within your in
come.
Patient—I’ll begin now. Here’s ten
cents. Good day.—Exchange.
French and the German Lani^uife.
One gets an idea of the feeling of the
French toward the Germans when, in
the hope of getting around a conversa
tional blockade, he addresses them in
German. However polite the refusal to
speak in that tongue, it is accompanied
by a perceptible air of resentment.—
Exchange.
Visiting Relatives.—Mr. Cobb
Lumpkin, of Atlanta, is in the city, for
a few days, visiting relatives and
frier d>. His many fi iends are gratified
to see him looking so well.
Eleven Co/ches.—The excursion to
Atlanta yesterday o rrieda very large
crowd, eleven coaches being tried. The
streets were remarkably clear of the
lay and watched. The fishea still went colored population yesterday morning
The usual Commencement gayeties
will br gin on next Wednesday after
noon at five o’piock on the campus to be
followed by gaiety afur gaiety for about
two weeks. It will certainly be gay.
Already visitors are beginning to ar
rive, and by the end of the week every
house will be full of them, and Albers
will have the beauty and chivalry of the
Sta«c within its gates, many of \vho»e
n unes can be found in the social column
of this paper.
Although there will not be as many
germane and hops given this year as in
tqe previous commencements, and al
though the Vanderbilt beys won’t he
here, Athens will be in a whirl of social
merriment.
The Home School and University.
Oa next Wednesday ait imoon at five
o’clock, the ball will be started on the
campus by a competitive drill for the
two hmdsom) canes offered by Col.
Snelling. The boys are taking great
ii tcrest in this, and every they are at
work prncticirg as Col. Snelling, ready
as he ever is to help the boys and do all
he can for them, has arranged it so they
can have guns at any time. After tho
prize drill is over there will be a Dress
parade by the battalion under Col. C.
M. Snelling.
Oa Wednesday night the 8th, the
Home school wil' began itsexercises by
a rehearsal cf tbe conceit, thi y are to
give on Thursday nigLt. This concert
to be one of tfce
finest and most elabcratA
ever attc nipti d here and is sure to be a
complete success.
Thursday evening, the 9th, the an
nual Home School concert will be given
at the fchooi. The concerts cf this not
ed seminary are always pleasant and
in ereslirig, but thisone promises to be
unusually so for many reasons^
Friday afternoon, tbe 10:h, at five
o’clock, the battalion drill will be giv< n
by the companies again in honor rf the
trustees,"Who will review the battalion.
This will be followed by a fine dress
parade and the delivery of tbe canes to
those who are fertunate enough to win
them. - . '•»
On Saturdays game cf ball Will be
pliyed more than likely. Oa Sunday, "
Juub the 12th the University r^ua!
commenccmert sermon will * *
ed at the chrpe), by tbe noted divi4
Rev. Morgan C*ltoway, vice-President
of Emory College, and a distinguished
ainamus of the University.
Monday, June the 13th at
eleven o’clock tbe annual
address before the two literary societies
of the University wi)t be delivered by "
Hun. Bmnett J. Conyers, of Atlanta.
In the »f:ernoon at five o’clock the
Sophomore declamation contest will
i ccur in the chape’, and this, as usual,
will beoneef the most interesting of tbe
University exerc's is.
Gn Tuesday, June 14tb, at eleven
oMock tLe annual address before tbe
society rf Alumni of the University, by r
Hon. Andrew A. Lipscomb, of Wash
ington, D. C. On the. same afternoon
at five o’clock the orations by the Ju
nior class, and immediately afterwards
the delivery of tbe Sophomore m r dal9,
On Tuesday night at tbe opera house
the Cotillion club will give its annual
bop. This will be a great social event
add the boys are looking forward with
Interest to it.
Thursday, June tbe 15th is com
mencement day. At eleven o’clock a. m.
the orations and essays of the Senior
cl8ss, and the two addresses from tbe
Law class will occur after which tho
certificates and diplomas will be de
livered.
The University commencement is
then through, but the S nior hop will
occur on Wednesday night at the opera
house, to be led by Mr. Eugene Black.
The Lucy Cobb Exercises. jq
Tbe Lucy Cobb commencement exer
cises will begin bf re this year earlier
than was expected. They will begin on
Friday night, June the I7tb, by Miss • ,
Paulin’s class of pbysicial culture in
their arti> tic gymnastics in tbe Seney- - :< Wmk
Stovall obapej. LSraj
Saturday morning, June tbe 18th*
tbe children’s elocution contest will
take place in tbe chapel.
On Snnday morning, Jane 20tb, tbe
ommecoement sermon will be preached
at the chapel by that noted Angnsta
Presbyterian divine, Dr. J.T. Plunkett.
Tbe Institute has been quite fortunate
in eecnriog Dr. Plankett to deliver this
sermon as he is a notedly eloquent gen-
man. •
Snnday night in'the chapel the young
ladies will give a song service, which
promises to be quite interesting. Mon
day arming one-half of the advance!
pupils in elcoution contest, will recite.
Monday n'ght the annual concert will
take place in the chap-]. Tuesday
mornirg the other half of the elocution
class will contest for the medals.
Tuesday night,the 22nd,in the ehapel,
the graduating exercises will occur ami
thisisto'be followed by the delivery of
the diplomas and medals. ■ llESMiri
This will end the commencemrn*' ex- Kjgf
ercises in the city but several social
events are being thought of.
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