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& iey ry, . «•«. • Jt5 i ^ , .»«lelf* !!*•> »«»* I (7m>»IMim4 with U« I Athena Banner, Kit. 188*. -'- -lasgg LENS. GA., TUESDAY MORNING. AUGUST 24,1892. ONE DOLLAR A YEAR GRANDMOTHER’S ROSARY. A TLc b' uellix worn thin and bright, 1! smooth with kisses from deed lir Fort" Vo „ |iravine, ns the busy ] _r vj.u’n; I pass tho shining strands, iHll.nvid with ago, between my finger tips, j|,. ,,-ars not nil unbidden dim my sight; Si , r l 1 blush for them, dear soul so white.’ 1 m simpler days and holier lends, i'l«ml to heaven eighty years ago. j,‘,' r ,.|,iidrpn praised her, following the.feet Ti, ,t lt d them only virtue’s way to know; \t„l this is left, a relic, quaint and sweet, HI,.*,,.,! reminder of a saint to me, ill I long hut dnro not hope to be. ‘ —Mary E. Mannis In Rosary. the black dog. There was a ceaseless ramble In the nir j,s the heavy rain drops battered upon the lanrel thickets and the matted moss and haggard rocks beneath. Fonr water soaked men made their difficult ways through *.ho drenched forest. The little man stopped and shook an angry ll„ K er at where night was stealthily fol- lowing them. “Cursed bo fate and her children and her children’s children! \Ve are everlastingly lost!" he cried. The panting procession halted under some dripping, drooping hemlocks and swore in wrathful astonishment. •It will rain for forty days and forty n ghts.” said the pudgy man moaningly, ••and I feel like a wet loaf of bread now. We shall never find our way out of this wilderness until 1 am made into a por- ride In desperation they started again to drag their listless bodies through the watery bushes. After a time, tho clouds withdrew froth above them and great, winds came from concealment and went sweeping and swirling among tho trees. Night also came very near and menaced the wanderers with darkness. The little man had determination in his legs. He scrambled among the thickets and made desperate attempts to find a path or road. As he climbed a hillock he espied a small clearing ujxm which sat deso lation and a venerable house, wept over by wind waved pines. "Ilo.” he cried, “here’s a house. His companions straggled painfully after him us he fought the thickets.be tween hinfund the cabin. At their ap proach tf-je wital fpensiedly opposed them agg skirled madly in the trees. The litfle pian boldly ejatfronted the weird glihlllr* from the enanniesaf the cabin and si^ied on the^ioor. A score of timliers answered with groans, and within something fell to the floor with a clang. ••Ho," said the little man. He stepped back a few paces. SomcWly iu a distant part started and walked across the floor toward the door with an ominous step. A slatecol oicd man appeared. lie was dressed in a ragged shirt and trousers, the latter stuffed into his boots. Large tears were falling from his eyes. "How d’ do, my friend?" said the little man affably. "My ol uncle, Jim Crocker, he’s sick tor death,” replied the slate colored per son. V.' 'p " "Ho!” said the little man. “Is that so?" The latter's clothing clnng desperately •to him and water sogged. in his boots He stood patiently on one foot for a time. "Can yon put ns np here until tomor row?” he asked finally. "> • "Yes,” said the slate colored man. The )>arty passed into a little un washed room, inhabited by a stove, a stairway, a few precarious chairs and a misshapen table. •‘I’ll fry yer some po’k and make yer some coffee,” said the slate colored man to his guests. • "Go ahead, old boy,” cried the little man cheerfully from where he sat on the table smoking his pipe and dangling his legs. “My ol uncle, Jim Crocker, he’s sick tar death,” said the slate colored man. “Think he’ll die?” asked the pudgy man gently. "No!” “Nor "Ho won’t die! He’S an ol mau, but ho won’t die yit! The black dorg hain’t boon around yit!” "The bluck dog?’ said the little man feebly. Ho struggled with himself for a moment. “What’s the black dog?’ he asked at last. "He’s a sperrit," said the slate colored man in a voice of somber hue. "Oh. he is? Well?” "He ha'nts these parts, he does, an when people are goin to die be comes' and sets and howls.” "Ho!” said the little man. He looked out of the windovi and saw night mak ing a million shadows. The little man moved his legs nerv ously. "I don’t believe in these things,” said he, addressing the slate colored man, who was Bcuffling with a side of pork. "Wot things'?” came incoherently from the combatant. “Oh, these ’er* phantoms and ghosts and what not. All rot, 1 say." "That’e because yqn have merely a stomach and no seal,” granted the pudgy man. “Ho, qH pddgktne!” replied the li man. life back curved vdth passion tempest of wroth was in the pndgy man’s eye. The final epithet need by tLe little man was a carefully studied insult,, always brought forth at a crisis. They quarreled. “All right, pudgkins; bring on your phantom, cried the little man in con clusion. His stout companion’s wrath was too huge for words. The little man smiled triumphantly. He had staked his op ponent’s reputation. The visitors sat silent. The slate col °red man moved about in a small per sonal atmosphere of gloom. Suddenly a strange cry came to their cats from somewhefte. It was a low, trembling call which made the little tmm quake privately in his shoes. The throngh a hole in the ceiling. The party below heard two voices in conversation, one belonging to ■ the slate colored man and tho other in the quivering tones of age. Directly the slate colored man re appeared from above and said, “The ol man is took bad for his supper.” He hurriedly prepared a mixture with hot woter, salt and beef. Beef tea it might be called. He disappeared again. Once more the party below beard, vagu*$ly, talking over their heads. Tho voice of ago arose to a shriek. “Open the window, fool! Do you think I ion live in the smell of yonr soup?” Mutterings by the slate colored man and the creaking of a window were heard. The sl*te colored man stumbled down the stairs, and Bald with intense gloom, ‘The.black dorg’ll be along soon.” The little man started and the pndgy man sneered at him. They ate a supper and; then/ sat waiting. The pudgy man listened#) palpably that the little man, wished- to kill him. The wood fire be came excited and sputtered frantically. Without a thousand spirits of the winds had become entangled in the pine branches and were lowly pleading to be loosened.' The slate colored man tip toed across the room and lit a timid ckndle. The men sat waiting. The phantom dog lay cnddled to a round bundle, asleep down the roadway against’the windward aide of an old shanty. The specter’s master had moved to Pike county,-but the dog lingered as A friend might linger at the tomb of a friend. His fnr was like a snit of old clothes. His jowls hnng and flopped, exposing his teeth. Yellow famine was in bis eyes. The wind rocked shanty groaned and mattered, bnt the dog slept. Suddenly, however, he got ap and. shambled to the roadway. He cast a long glance from his hungry, despair ing eyes in the direction of the venera ble house. The breeze came full to his nostrils He threw back his head and gave a long, low howl and started in tently np the road. Maybe he smelled a dead man. The group aronnd the fire in the ven erable house were listening and waiting. The atmosphere of the room was tense. The slate colored man's face was twitch ing and his Grabbed hands were gripped together. The little man was contin ually looking behind liis chair. Upon the countenance of the pndgy man ap peared conceit for an approaching tri umph over the little man, wiidded with apprehension for his own safigy. Fine pipes glowed as rivals of the ffenld can dle. Profound silence drooped heavily over them. Finally the slate colored man spoke: “My ol uncle, Jim Crocker, he’s sick ter death.” The four men started and then shrank bock in their chairs. “Damn it!" replied the little man vaguely. Again there" was u long Bilence. Sud denly it was broken by a wild cry from the room above. It was a shriek that struck upon them with appalling swift ness, like a flash of lightning. The walls whirled and the floor rambled. It brought the men together with a rush. They huddled in a heap and stared at the white terror in each other’B faces. The slate colored man grasped the can' die and flared it above bis head. “The black dorg,” he howled, and plunged at the stairway. The maddened fonr men followed frantically, for it is better to be in tbe presence of the awful than only within hearing. Their ears still quivering with the shriek, they bounded throngh the hole in the ceiling and into the sickroom. With quilts drawn closely to his shrunken breast for a shield, his bony hand gripping the cover, an old man lay, with glazing eyes fixed on the open window. His throat gargled and froth appeared at his month. From the outer darkness came strange, unnatural wail, burdened with weight of death, and each note filled with foreboding. It was the song of the spectral dog. “God!” sciearned the little man. He ran to the open window. He could see nothing at first save the pine trees, en gaged in a furious combat tossing back and forth and straggling. The moon was peeping cautiously over the rims of some black clouds. But the chant of the. phantom guided the little man’s eyee, and he at length perceived its shadowy form on the ground under the window. He fell away gasping at the sight. The pndgy man crouched in a corner, chattering insanely. The date colored man, in his fear, crooked his legs and looked like a hideous Chinese idol. The man upon the bed was turned to stone, save the froth, which pulsated. In the final straggle terror will fight the inevitable. The little man roared maniacal corses, and rushing again to the window began to throw various ar ticles at the specter. A mug, a plate, a knife, a_fork, all crashed or clanged on the gronnd, bnt the song of the specter continued. The bowl of beef tea followed. As it struck the ground the phantom ceased its cry. The men in the chamber sank limply against tbe walls, with the Unearthly wail still ringing in their eats and tbe fear unfaded from their eyes. They waited again. The little man felt his nervteu vibrate-. Destruction was better than another wait. He grasped a candle and, going to the window, held it over bis head and looked out. “Ho!” he eaid. His companions crawled to the win •dow and peered dot with him. “He’s eatin the beef tea,” said the slate colored man faintly, f *»The damn dog was hungry, said the pudgy man. “There’s your phantom,” said the little man to the pudgy man. On the bed, the old man toy dead. Without, the specter was wagging its tail.—New York Tribune. A NIGHTMARE. I had a vision; nought for miles and mites But shattered columns, shattered walls of gold • $ And precious stones that from their place had roll’d And lay in heaps, with litter'd golden tiles. While here aud there amid the ruined piles Of gold and sardine and their glittering mold. Wild tufts of amaranth hod taken bold. Scenting the golden desert like sweet isles. And not one soul and not one step nor sound, Unt il there started np a head But of the gold from some where underground. Wildly he eyed me and the wreck all rotind; “Who’rt thou?" quoth I. He shrilled a laugh and said, "The last of souls, and this is what I found." Aye, aye< the gates of pearl are crumbling fast, Tho streets of beryl topple stone by stone. The throngs of souls in white and gold are gone. The jasper pillars lie where they were cast. The roofless halls of gold are dumb and vast, Tho courts of jacinth are forever lone. Through shattered chrysolite the blind winds moan And topaz molders Into earth at last. And earth Is the reality; its line- - Is brown and sadAta face is hard to till; Upon man’s brow the sweat must hang liko dew. But grain takes root in valley, plain and hill, Tho’ never here the amaraulh yet grew. And grain breeds grain, and more and more grain still. —Eugene Lee-Hamllton in Academy. TJNJUST SUSPICION. colored man bounded at the stair- *»/ wish A flask ol leg* A Natural Result. ; Mamma—What makes yon so bad to day? Little Dot—I guess it’s cans© I was so good yestiday.—Ctood tfew. The Lesters were not, peb j people Still they maintained a Certain style and kept np a fashionable'appearance and lived as ranch like their friends and neighbors, vgho were fortunate enough to have an income doable or treble that which they possessed, as possible. In particular, Mrs. Lester had deter mined at the outset that she would dress as well as anybody, and -l>y dint of care ful shopping and divers .maneuvers only known to people who, like the Les ters, sacrifice everything to outward show, accomplished her object and had as many new bonnets, cloaks and dresses as fashion deems neceoary. But the pride of Mrs. Lester’s heart was vested in her diamonds. She had a ring, pin, earrings aud bracelets, handed down, so far as the stones went, from Mr. Lester’s family and reset for his bride Bhortly after their wedding day. On state occasions these were produced to enhance the splendor of tho lady’s appearance, and a* other times were kept under watek- and ward in a casket which was locked-in a box, tbe key of which, suspended from a ribbon, re posed day and night next Mrs. Lester’s heart. > \ . Without these diamonds, Mrs. Lester often remarked, “sbo would feel like nobody.” Consequently, when Miss Arabella Tiptop espoused Mr. Augustas High flyer, and the pair gave their grand re ception prior to their European tour, Mrs. Lester donned her jewels and in gala attire proceeded to make her call. It was a formal affair aud soon over, and Mrs. Lester returned home antici pating no change iif^her domestic ar rangements, bat to her Surprise the mo ment she entered the ball- her eye encountered, perched on the two hall chairs, a mammoth valise of dingy yel low and a large basket with two handles. What are those, Bridget?" she said faintly. Bridget tittered. “They’re luggage, mum," she said. You’ve got company, an ould giutle- man and an ould lady. They’re in tbe bock parlor, and they bid me say nothin, bekase they’d like to give ye a pleasant surprise.” A pleasant surprise!” muttered Mrs. Lester, and with anything bnt a happy expression on her countenance she sailed toward the back parlor. There on either side of the fire sat an old lady and gentleman—certainly very clean and tidy and perfectly respectable, bnt with as little pretense to fashion as Noah and his wife. Mrs. Lester summoned np a smile. “Aunt and Uncle Trotters, I declare,” she said. I knowed you’d be astonished,” said the old lady. Well, how are yon both?” said Mrs. Lester. “Oh, we’remiddlin,”said theold lady; “bnt Annt Jenkins, she’s had rhe’matiz a year, poor soul, And Tom’s children have got the whoopin cough awful, and Sary’s boy tumbled off the barn, where he hadn’t no business to be, and pot his shoulder out, and Pete Brown, he’s lost three cows and" a calf and half his chickens.” After this remark there was a pause. The old gentleman broke it. When a thing has gOt to be got over, it’s best done. Yon won’t be offended, I hope, Augusta?’ : “At what?” asked Mrs. Lester. “Ton see ’twas better’u not coming at all, bnc we’vo got to runaway right after tea. My wife says, ‘Lor, Timothy, What will Gusty and her pardner think of us after not -beiu to see ’em for year.’ Says 1, she’ll excuse ns, seein we hain’t no time, bnt have got to go by the nigbt train. Next time, says I, we’ll stay a week. Now yon ain’t offended?’ Mrs. Lester rang the bell. “Take. my cloak and bonnet np stairs," she said to the girl, “and tell cook to have dinner early.” Then Mrs. Lester smiled and sat down in all her splendor before the fire to listen to accounts of the Smith’s pigs and Brown’s cow, and how Sally Sprigg’s help stole the best tablecloths, until a well known ring at tho bell an nounced Mr. Lester. Thereupon his lady for once played the affectionate wife and ran tojpeet him. “Annt aud Uncle Trotters are here,’ she said. Mr. Lester scowled. “Gracious heavens!” he ejaculated, “and the Atwoods ore coming to spend the evening with us. They are stop ping at the Fifth Avenue hotel for few days.” “Uncle and aunt are going immedi ately after dinner,’! said Mrs. Lester, “and fortunately I’vo ordered it early. Don’t be cross, George, for you know they haven’t chick or child, and for all their shabbiness are very well off." As for as an early dinner went Mrs. Lester did her part; bnt tbe Trotters were slowgoing folk. * - When at last the bonnet strings were Bed and tho gloves on, Annt Trotters' bethought her of a new cause for delay. ‘Poor Annt Jenkins will never forgive ns if we don't tako a letter from yon,” she said. “Jest sot down, Gusty, and write a line.” Mrs. Lester smiled down her indigna tion and sat down to pen the note. 1 The gilt edged paper, pens and Ink were arranged, thoughts collected and polito sympathy for Aunt Jenkins’ rheu matism expressed, when Mrs. Lester found the bracelet exceedingly in her way, and impatiently unclaspiug it flung it on the table. It was the first time the diamonds hint ever been treated with such contempt. Just as Mrs. Lester had tornod the page a ring at the bell startled her. She felt instinctively that the Atwoods had arrived, wound np her Jitter with tegrets that “fear of detaining Annt and Uncle Trotters prevented her wHt- iug at length,” folded it, sealed it,- crossed the room for an envekme and returned to write the address—ail with as much speed as was consistent with gentility—and finally had the pleasure of receiving a parting salnte fromthq Trotters in the hall. In a moment more Mrs. Lester rolled back tbe sliding doors and welcomed her fasliionable guests. Thero was no vulgar sociability no warming up^every- thing was cold and formal. In due sea son the waiter brought in wine and cake and tlie party nibbled and sipped a little. Mrs. Lester played a waltz; tbo rest said, “Charming.” Mrs. AtWood sang; her friends remarked, “Lovely, indeed.” Then Mrs. A. “really most gO,” and the Lesters “mast be sure to spend an evening with them,” aud adieus were said and the guests departed and Mrs. Lester came to the fire yawning behind her handkercluef. As she lifted her arm Mr. Lester nttered an ejaculation. “Where is your bracelet, Augusta?’ “My bracelet? Oh, how stupid lam? cried Mrs. Lester. “I took it off to write to that tiresome Annt Jenkins and left it on the tableau the back parlor.” And she arose to fiud it. In a mo ment she called ont: “George, the bracelet's gone!’’ The gentleman came to her aid. They searched the floor—tho whole room— both rooms—all in vain. The bracelet was gone. “It has been stolen,” said Mrs. Lester. “One of the servants most have it,” said Mr. Lester. Mr. Lester rang the bell. “Sam, send all the servasts here and come yourself.” 4* In five minntes the kitchen cabinet appeared, looking as though a storm were brewing. Mr. Lester arose to address them. “I have something very serious to say,” he said. “L address everybody bnt cook; cook has not, i :"n np. stairs aud cannot be suspected. - “A bracelet has been lost,” said Mr. Lester, clearing his throat; “a diamond bracelet. All of yon have been in the back parlor, where it was left upon a table, and all of yon are consequently implicated.” At this a tumult equal to that of Donnybrook fair arose... None of ns tonched your bracelet,” and fists were shaken and language not to bo recorded was used. In the midst of the tumult Mr. Lester opened the window. Some one in brass bnttons was pass ing, and he called:' Policeman, step here a minute, if yon please,” and the next moment ad mitted the official designated. Rage and tears were now mingled, and amid the partial lull Mr. Lester explained. You make a charge against all of em, then,” said the policeman. “Certainly,” said Mr. Lester. “No other mortal could possibly be suspected,” said the lady. Then I’ll proceed to business,” said the policeman. “My comrade is oat- side. Get yonr bonnets, young women, and don’t make a fuss, because yon see it’s no use.” Bridget shrieked, Ann tore her hair, Sally sat down upon the floor, Sam roared and cook wept alond from sym pathy, and at that juncture came a ring at the bell. The policeman opened the door and in rushed Uncle and Annt Trotters oat of breath. We’ve ran the hull way,” gasped Uncle Timothy. “Openin my valise for to find my specs I took ont a lot things, and I must ha’ pat this back among ’em.. If I hadn’t been a relation Td ’a’ died.” And i ‘it upon the table came from the depths of the yellow valise Mrs. Lester’s diamond bracelet. The Trotters staid all night, and at 9 o'clock descended to the kitchen to find Mr. Lester blowing frantically at the fire, and Mrs. Lester staring ruefully at the coffeepot, and trying to make them selves useful in getting breakfast. The help was gone!—M. K. D. in New York News.- • POPPET. AN AWFUL TRAGEDY Thousands of lives h ive been sacrifi ced, thousands of homes made desolate by the fatal mistake of the “cld-school” physicians, still persisted in by some, notwithstanding tbe light thrown up m the subject by m dern research, that Consumptionis incurable. It is not. Consumption is a scrofulous disease ot the lung', and any remedy which strikes right at the s -at of the complaint mn<t and will cure it Such a remedy if Dr Pit ree’s Golden Medical Discoverv. Ir is a certain specific for a’l scrofulous complaints. It was never known to tail if given a fair trial, and tnatis why the manufacturers sell it undtr a pssitiue quaran’ee that if it does not benefit or cure, the money piid for it will bo refu nded. The only lurg remedy possess d of such remarkable curative properties as to warrant its maker in selling it on trial! It seemed at first an almost hopeless attachment. She was of undoubted aristocratic pa rentage and descent, and hod the entree to tbe most exclusive drawing rooms in Mayfair. Had he ever troubled to think abont it at all, he would probably have experienced some misgivings as to the legitimacy of the alliance of which he was the result. He certainly was aware of the suspicion which inevitably man ifested itself in his presence, whenever he happened to bo thrown outside of the circle in which his peculiar idiosyncru- ciis were overlooked and his social at tributes duly appreciated. Slie belonged-to. the upper crust of so ciety, and, imbued with all the instincts hud traditions of her class, delighted in her life of ease and obsenrity. He also appeared to be innocent of any exacting occupation. He was generally to be seen hanging abont at the street corners or at the doors of taverns, but neverthe less he had acqniried, in certain qnar- ters, a reputation as a man of action and determination—in a word, as a “char- Sister.” Her name was Poppet. She was known by no other, and was familiarly called so by princes and potentates in the grandest salons in London. Great authors, philosophers, artists, musicians and statesmen endeavored to propitiate Jaer. Even dowager dnehrases, generally very-self contained beings, treated her with consideration and occasionally used all sorts of endearments toward her. Still her pretty, early head was not turned. The reason why the reauer will presently discover. He was known as Jim Lukens among his associates. Bnt he was a fellow of infinite fancy, and possessed a happy knack of christening himself every now and again as he considered tbe exigen cies of the moment appeared to demand H. Thus, when enjoying the hospitality of her majesty, at one pension privee he was one person, and in another he was a different person altogether—nom inally, at least. He did not fiud that continual rebaptisms mitigated the severity exercised in tho official circles in which he frequently found himself, bnt he did not think expedient to be come too well acquainted 'by name to tho lights of thetatgii. Ekcept ip i ono love affair, be taijl a dejppxttote la of ambition. Poppet lived wttfo ^edy h* Park lane, Hyde pajftx She -wras not Lor ladyship’s daughter, as Lord Dofl^-dacha died without issue: neither was sbo her niece. Lady- Dollydacks cultivated comfortable hatred ef all her kith and kin. She felt it was the proper thing for a woman of her quality to do, and it saved her.from annoying intrusion. Be fore her marriage to the late lamented governor general of Coromandel, Lady Dollydacks had been the widow of wealthy sugar planter, and there her past history ended. She had no recol lection of what she was previous to her West Indian matrimonial venture. No, poor Poppet was merely her ladyship’s little protege and can hardly be said to have had any expectations beyond the immediate comfort of her snrronndings, Poppet was admitted by men and wo men of the most critical, discriminative type, and of the highest rank, to be sim ply perfect in form and beauty. Jim was described in more than one “offi cial” cyclopedia of biography as repul sively ugly. In a dim sort of a fashion he was conscious of his physical" de ficiencies, bnt it did not check his pas sion for her. Their first meeting, if it can be called, happened in this way: It was one beautiful summer morning. He was leaning over the railings of the “drive” in Hyde park looking at the brilliant equipages and their fair occu pants as they passed him. There was tinge of sullen, inquiring cynicism on his irregular bnt expressive features. He was reflecting in his own crude way upon the strangeness of the dispensations of Providence. He was a homeless,' reclaimable pariah; these vivid crowds seemed veritable gods and goddesses. All at once t^e discontent vanished ont of his face, anil it became irradiated with an appreciative intelligence, open carriage, emblazoned regardless expense, and drawn by a-^onple of.beau tiful black horses, was arrested by the opposing stream of traffic ’immediately in front of him. Two servants in gor geous livery sat upon the box. The foot man’s calves, incased in flesh colored hose, would have made the soidisant first gentlemen of Europe] then lately deceased, green with jealousy could he have seen them. The man was a model of deportment, a creature after l$r. Turveydrop’s own heart.;. He was mo tionless, silent and pompous, ^and his face wore that peculiar look of superior vacuity of which those moving among the aristocratic circles of society seem to possess a monopoly. Bnt Jim did not bestow more than a glance upon the servants; his eyes at once became riveted upon her. She sat in the midst of her embroidered cush ions alone. Lady Dollydacks insisted upon her taking the air hi this every morning except Smdaya, when she accompanied ii&r ladyship to chnnffi to listen to the vqi«& of tbe'Bs Honeymoon crying in the f wilderness. DtiriflgEer mktUttnal dzfcfc Poppet performed fee orjjj doty pected of her. She bronchi home her ladyship’s daily supply of Uterataro from the circulating library in the carriage with her. Jim’s fingers clenched the rail in front of him, and a look of set determination stinctively she shuddered back into her downy wrappings and averted her eyes, with a startled look abont the corners of them. She was too proud to make any sign, although in her heart she felt a fearful dread of him spring/iip. Hi? •yes seemed to devour her, and the car riage was delayed long enough for her profile to burn itself into his brain. He loved her, in his own vindictive way, at first sight. Daring the next fortnight he was in variably at his place at the railings and .saw her roll past in her carriage every morning. He had discovered her resi dence and knew all about her goings in and goings out. He had even in some extraordinary manner become possessed of her genealogical tree aud had com mitted the names of her illustrious an cestors to memory, a curious manifesta tion of interest for one with his ante cedents. There was some sort of fascination abont him, too, for her, as every time she passed him her eyes were irresistibly drawn in his direction for a moment. Jim had followed her carriage to fhe library on several occasions. One morn ing he was absent from the park and she gave a sigh of relief as she missed his face. Bnt he was waiting for her outside the library, accompanied by an other man, whose general appearance at once placed him in the same evil category as himself. The footman de scended from the box and went inside; she remained without in the carriage shivering instinctively with fear. Al most immediately Jim’s companion step ped into the road and struck one of the restive and high spirited horses with a stick he carried. An altercation with the coachman en sued, and that worthy’s attention was distracted from his charge. In an in stant Jim reached over the back of the carriage and lifted poor Poppet right ont of her seat in his 6trong arms. He strangled her cries with one of her own silken wrappers, and turning down bystreet was soon lost in the intricate mazes of St. Giles. She was abducted in bread daylight. Her straggles were utterly futile; she was lost to her world forever. The turns of fortune’s wheel are most curious. Jim soon wearied of poor Pop pet, and after a great many vicissitudes she was at length obliged to perfortn tricks in a traveling cInxm. As for Lady Dollydacks, she was quite Inconsolable tor tbe loss of her fp?orite poodle. Walter Blackburne Harte in Boston Transcript. SAID IN FUN. TENNESSEE’S FIGHT. News from the Seat of War. Atlanta, Aug. 20.- [Special ]—The Coal Creek terror, Bud Lindsey,?s in tbe stockade with twenty compaaioQr. Although th re have been no farther outbreaks on the part of the miners, things this morning areomirously quiet and it is not unlikely that there will be more trouble before tbe day is out. Rf perta come in that the surrounding hills are bristling wiih armed miners. Camp Anderson and the st< ckade, as well as the towns, are in complete pos session of General Carnes and the troops, and the commander expresses himself as confident of his ability to fully protect them with the present force, which will soon be augmented by troopi on the way. MORE PIGfeTIVQ. There was an engagement in the noi th em part ( f tee town between Colonel Sevit r, in o mmand of the Chickasaw Guards,and abont three hundred Yellow Creek miners whom they encountered on the hills. The miners were routed and several were wounded. Two of the Chickasaw Gnardswere also wounded. The men were shot by the miners at the camp yesterday and another wounded. What can yon buy of K ein & Martin? A On* Horse Wagon, A Two Hoise W-.^in, A Four Horse Wag in, A Six Morse Wagon, A Carriage, A Surrey, A Phas on, A buggy, A Back Br&rd, A Sulkey, A Spring Wagon, A set of single or double Buggy or Carriage Harness, a set of single or double Wagon Harness, Whips, Lap Robes,, Hauliers, Bridles, Fly Nets, Lines, ‘ Traces, Collars and all extra parts of Harness. IN SOUTH CAROLINA. An i of A barrister observed to n learned brother In court that he thought his whiskers very unprofessional. “Yon are right,” replied his friend; “a lawyer cannot be too bare faced.”—Tit-Bits. He (a seaside acquaintance)—1 leave to morrow, Miss Summergirl. I leave on the 9:40 express, which will bear me away from here and you at the rate of forty miles an hour. Just think of that! She— Forty miles an hour! How nice!—Harper’s Bazar. Wife—John. The Morning Daily states that you got into a disgraceful fight at your club last nigbt. Who did you fight with? Husband—lam sure I do not know, dear. I haven’t even seen Tbe Daily yet. -Club. “Wb&t bos become of tbe big man wbo used to beat the bass drum?” asked the private of tbe drum major. “He left us about three months ago.” “Good drum mer, too, wasn’t he?” “Yes, very good; but he got so fat that when he marched he couldn’t hit the dram in the middle.”— Tit-Bits. Briggs—I hear yon are living down on the New Jersey coast. Is it cool down there? Griggs—Cool! I should say so. Why the mosquitoes all have to wear buf falo robes.—Cloak Review. Tommy—Pa, may I ask you a question? Pa—Certainly, my child. Tommy—Well, where is the wind when it doesn’t blow?— Texas Siftings. “There goes little Mr. Sissy,” she said as they strolled down Charles street. “Isn’t he effeminate in his dress?” “Do you think so?” replied her friend. “Yes, indeed. Why, he wears suspenders, high collars and sashes just like a real woman 1” —Baltimore News. Winks—Minks has been aging very rap idly daring the past few months. Jinks —Yes; he most be building a house.—Tit- Bits. “I am innocent, your honor. Heaven is Everybody Armed but Fighting Aver ted. Augusta, Ga., Aug. 20,1892. 6pecisl t) BamNbb. At Laurens today two thousand load- ad hip pocke/z are st the political meet ing. Mrs. Tillman bas a prominent seat in the auJienco. This is the first one of the discussions that she has at tended. She says she has been afraid to attend them, and it took a lot of per suasion from Senator Iiby and others to bring her to this one. Mrs. Tillman was a Georgia lady, Miss Stark, and all her people are now good Democrats in Elbert county. Now Governor Till man arises, Mighty shouts shake the trees. The lungs of Laurens blow their best. Several min utes eUpse. Tillman standsand smiles. Finally he is allowed to begin. He lets himself out to his very best and hearty approval punctnates nearly every sen tence. Everything passed off quietly. Wh&t can yon get done at Klein A Martin’s Shop? Yon oan get yonr Bog gy or Carriage repaired or painted, your Wagon repaired, yonr Harness re paired, your Horse shod. In fact they are prepared to do anything from shoeing a Horse t > building an Omni buss. m kiffl ■M "■mi RHODY’S RIOT. Cooks Fell Out and Fought With Kitchen Furniture. came into his pale face. She sat watch ing the occupants of the other carriages as they passed her, and was wholly ob livious of tbe admiring glances cast back from them at her. She was thorough bred and knew it, and one fancied, look ing into her eyes, that there was a coldly critical air abont them. Suddonly turn ing away from gazing at her world, hav ing failed to recognize any one, hor glance for a moment fell upon him. In- Greo Port. R. L, Aug. 20.— Asarious riot took place among the cooks at Maa- hassett house on Shelter Island. It waa brought about by the refusal of some French cooks to obey orders of the chief. Daring tbe riot the cook's seized knives and slashed right and left. Some were my witness!” “I am sorry,” returned the I . sympathetic justice; “your witness is be* arrayed on the side of the chief and yondthe jurisdiction of the court. Five years.”—Harper’s Bazar. Mother—Mary, go np in the attic aud get that photograph of Mrs. Grimson and put it in that new frame on the piano. Mary—Why, mother, what do you want to put that homely old thing in there for? Mother—She is coming to visit ob tomor row.—Rochester Democrat-Chronicle. “Don’t yon know better than to pat your arm around a lady’s waist?” she cried indignantly. “I know few things better,” he said.—Boston Post. , Smith (with effusion)—Halloo, Brown, is teat yon? I heard you were drowned. Brown (with sadness)—No, it was my brother. Smith (thoaghtlessly>—What a pityl—Tit-Bits. Fart of tbe Bird. Tbe Young Housewife (to the batcher)— Have yon a nice spring chicken this morn- tng? Yes, ma’am.” Well, please cat oat the croquettes and th They Had Never Met. “Yon have never met Mias Gotrox’s fa ther, have you?" “Never. He overtook me once, I remem ber.”—Indianapolis Journal. 1 M a v3 ' 0) some against him. Dishes, pons, etc., were thrown abont In wild dbfifnsion, and the fight pro gressed furiously until Proprietor Law- son, at the risk of his life, separated tea belligerents. A number were ont and injured,,; fOne man had the point of • knife shoved in his monte and was bade ly cat add bleeding profusely. Although several of tee men are pain fully wounded, It is not thought any ol them will die. “Love and smoke are unable to con ceal themselves,” and so it was with ca tarrh. No man suffering from this loathsome disease, can conceal the fact from the world- No matter how. out- tured, learned, sooial or brilliant be is— while his friends may be polite enough to disenable their real feelings—ht* very company is loathsome. What a bless- ■ ‘X ing it wotild be to humanity, if every pc rson afficted with catarrh in tbe head, conic! only know that Dr Sage's Catarrh Remedy will positively and perm tnently cure|tbe worst ease or forfeit $300. The remedy is pleasant to use, and costs only 50 cents.
