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Newspaper Page TextANN . f«i. INS41 With the ^y r , K.l. 18TT } Athene Burn, Eat. MSB* ATHENS, GA.. TUESDAY MORNING. SEPTEMBER 6,1892. ONE DOLLAR A YEAR — ' TWO MOODS.. the burtflin* and the fall iir .tell li.jppy *kl«e; •«.; | aud sweet crtee ' , .,iiii|Tbir<H> in uplands and Injtl t>„ tt.n-ld lsrlto. * [ IV sudden all the music die*, .. Vnlor lades. fugitive and brief ,’,'u the budding and the tiltingleafl the He" It ne Oh, i*h«> rt breathed music, dying on . | v; it the iu*;«tte canticle be sung! hurl, of life, no speedily unstrung! tVlio. if : his to choose, would know ,ii, T sweuiness of the lo6t refrain, ,.1'ture aud its pain? I bo shut in darkness and become nVi.-nt dust blown idly hero and there. I) i,l oblivion a scant price bo pay v>, huvinrf once luvl held against my Up I jf, .•„''i,rimming cup of hydromel and rue— having once kuowu woman's holy love ' child’s kiss, and for a little space j !„,on companion to the Day and Night, i ,'on tl»o odors of the summer dawn, . n ,l led in tbs bosuty of the stars, pin l.ord, thongh 1 he changed to mbm- h vs clay Ar.d serve the potter os he turns his wheel, i thank thou for the gracious gift of tears I —1 horn as Bailey Aldrich In Harpw’t. WE STRUCK IT. • if l ha si only come here away back i„ the. early fifties!” sighed a dreamy in lII to me ns we waited for the train at Frnitvale last week. And another man jhippeil in and sighed also as he aaid. ••Flush times then, yeu bet, and big ptnkes: hut i only got here in the seven- tics—h rf >t here without a cent and have my own right along! first let nte onee for all disabuse the popular mind about the flush times and j,il> strikes of the early fifties. Yes, there were big strikes, but they were, like the big generals of our great war, not the rule. You hear of the big strikes mid you iicar of the big generals. The thousands and hundreds of thousands that {.crished in the ranks you never hear about. ^' v For the benefit of the dreamy man who sits waiting and lamenting, let me M y that tlie openings and opportunities are belter today than they were in the Fovotiries, and they were better in the fcvcuties than they were in the fifties. Tii* wear and tear of life was ao terri ble then too. Bvwv dollar cost about tw, doilws* and a half to get in those dqp». ft 'mts been estimated, and I think nkt*« eorroctlv, tftat if each miner had rwedrtsl kwentrdKa cents a day and levied for his labor—and such labor! Biiieen hours a day ({enerally—we would hiivo had more golddnst than we got m thc.o famous “early fifties.” tin cease this deploring that you came so late to California, my dreamful friend. Of course we would all like to live over tin. impetuous old days again; hut I 'uuht if you who don’t get on to day would have got on then. Better, far better for yen, for all, to settle down content by some sweet village in this fair land, where you can have clean clothes, good food, books, papers, the pretence of women and all the healthful refinements that attend her, than sit fishing for the days of eld. You can at least get yottr board and twenty-five rent* a day, and that, be assured, is more than we got on an average to the man, notwith. tending all our priva tions. An old forty-niner from New Bed ford, Muss., Mr. Haskins, who has Writ ten a very readable book about bis fel low argonauts—and a very important look it is, as it contains the names of more than 85,000 of them—told ine that of the 3,000 who came from his town, first anil last, it was hard to find more solid snow, soft and impassable by day because of the sun, but hard as steel by and here we laid down our loads took shelter in a brush ties. We fried our baconaninm^Bi and ate like wolves. On the thivdaay, discouraged and disgusted, for not a coktr as yet had we found, we took, the toolsjand climbed up out of the canyon to a worm mountain side that lay to the snn. It was pleasant here. Some tall, wild flowers had shot through the brown carpet of pine quills by the edge of a foaming, tumbling stream, made muddy from a slide on the steep hill above. My “pard” did not like work, bnt he was always making it appear that he was moving mountains. After basking in the snn a bit be took the pick and pushed-on up, and soon had the bowlders tumbling And rambling down the angry stream, while I sat there and pnlled some of the prettiest Sowers ever seen. It was like picking the patterns out of brown Brussels car pet; they were so soft and fine and spir itual. They had such delicate, fresh tinted little stems, and the new bine blossoms were as bine as the eyes of a baby. Bnt they went to sleep, closed their eyes forever, almost as soon as 1 pulled them up out of the warm brown carpet—they were so new and tender. 1 heard a wild shont, and springini up I saw two arms tossed in the air am a little bare, black head thrown back till the face looked straight np to the center of the bine tent of heaven. The big little man walked toward me ma jestically down the mountain side, tip toeing, on eggs! Ah, bnt he was tall! We—he had struck it. Going back with him we found the water clear here, flashing down over a curiously green and brown and white floor of bare bedrock, and here, ritfn ; through this, where his pick had struck, j gleamed and shot and flashed a glitter ing seam of solid metal. If yon could have seen those swinging, sweeping arms! That windmill that overthrew Don Quixote was nothing in its velocity and persistence. I was made to comprehend that the vein ran here and that it ran there; was bound less and was bottomless; that the moun tain was in fact one solid mass of virgin gold! Yet he said not a word—only those arms. We got a piece of it ont, more than a pound, and almost pure. I b; - apiece of crag, rods np the that, too, was heavy, almost We sat late by the fire that nQfht after snpper, and it was later still 'When he spoke for the first time, and then be spoke almost spasmodically: “To buy California first, all California includ ing this mountain of solid gold. That’s it, you see, before they find out that gold is so plenty; then buy Oregon, on time; then come and get the gold; buy Ireland, poor Ireland! By gosh! Then buy England; go right to Qneen Victoria and bny her crown and her throne on contract; good lawyer, so she can’t back ont; then come back and get the gold.” He was silent for a time and then with his face lifted far above me as if NOT TO THE MAN OF DOLLARS. Not to the man of dollars. Not to tbe man of deeds. Not to the man of cunning. Not to the man of creeds. Not to the one a Hose passion Is for the world's renown. Not In a form of fashion Cometh a bieming down. Not onto land’s expansion. Not to tlie miser's chest. Not to the princely man-ion. Not to the blazoned crest. Not to the sordid worldling. Not to the knavish clown. Not to the haughty tyrant Cometh a blessing down. Not to the folly blinded. Not to the steeped in shame, Not to the carnal minded. Not to unholy fame. Not in neglect of duty. Not iu tlie monarch’s crown. Not at the smile of beauty Cometh a blessing dowjn, Bnt to the one whose spirit Yearns for the great and good; Unto tbe one whose store home Yieldeth the hungry food; Unto the pne who labors Fearless of foe Jr frowst Unto the kindly hearted Cometh a blessing down. —Charles K. Shetterly In Yankee Blade. COLONEL GIRARDEAU. little apart and be a witness, and could be called upon as their second, and three could insult the colonel. If the colonel took the insult and did not funk, as they thought he would, then thq seconds could fix np the pistols, extracting the ballets and replacing them with painted paper | wads. They were much surprised when the I colonel not only took up the insults, but challenged all three to fight, him simul taneously. The meeting was arranged for, and the seconds went away to pre pare the cartridges, and, us we have seen, the colonel gave np the afternoon to arranging his papers audwxiting let ters. Dr. X., of the town, Girardeau and I were the only ones not in this miserable | practical joke. Next morning about daybreak they I picked menpand took me to the ground, about a mile from Hie station. The sec- j onds had brought the four pistols under | their overcoats. It was qmte chilly. When we' reached the place they put I down the pistols and began measuring | off the distance—thirty-five paces, 1 think, they made it; long ones too. A BALLAD OF KISSES. There are three kisses that 1 call to mind. And I will sing their secrets as I go. . - The first, a kiss too courteous to be kind. Was such a kiss as monks and maidens know— As sharp as frost, as blameless ss the snow. The second kiss—ah, Godl I feel it yet. And evermore my sonl will loath the same. The toys and joys of fate I may forget, Bnt not the touch of that divided shame; It dove my lips; it burnt me like a Same. The third, the final kisp, is one l use Morning and noon and night, and not ’ amiss— knew be mine if such I do refusal And when I die be love enrapt in bliss Resanctified in heaven by such a kiss. —Erih Macksy. HER PROMISE. Old Abner Marsden moved uneasily in his big armchair. “Seems to me Luce is a mighty long time getting that water,” he muttered as he rose and hobbled to the end of the cottage porch. He pnt aside the vines that screened the view and looked down toward the lower into Howland’s face and hastilytfnur- mured: “Father wants me to gharry him, but I won’t; I’ll marry you. Be sure and write often and don’t Stay so long,” she pleaded as she raised her face for a farewell kiss. The next morning old Marsden said to his daughter with an inquisitive look;- “Young Hinton didn’t stay long last night, did he?” “No,” answered Lucia, “not very long.” “Did he ask you to have him?’ added the old man. “Yes, father, he did,” answered Lu- aia, “but I told him I couldn’t.” “ToM him ye couldn’t,” screamed the old man. “Why couldn’t ye?’ “Because I don’t love him,” said the daughter, looking her father steadily in the eye. “Love him, Lncel I tell ye people don’t marry for love. They marry to make a good thing. When they get the worst of it it’s like any other bad bar gain; but young Hinton has money and, Luce, yon’d better change your mind and send him word that y ou like him well enough. I’ll give yon a good start, Air WHICH IN CORRECT STYLE. Fully Seven Thousand I, People at Crawfordviue—Black’s Eloquence and Sledge Hammer Uoks Capture the Crowd. While they were so occupied the colonel I end of the garden, where a cool spring ^4 you’ll find ont that you have a went np to where the pistols were and | gurgled up.from the earth. “Well, if | pretty g00 £ oi( j ^ad after all.” In Albitnmen, N. MT, there lived sev eral years ago an old gentleman named Clay Benton Girardeau, who hailed from Missouri. As is well known, it was considered ungentlemanly in the early days in Arizona, New Mexico and Texas to ask a man his real name. We accepted the names that were given. Albitnmen was a town before the railroad got there, before the United States acquired the territory. What I am about to relate happened in the new town, the one built around the railroad station. I was on my way from San Francisco to Washington in the early eighties, and owing to a snow blockade in the moun tains to the east of Albitnmen I was detained in that town for several days. On tbe morning of my arrival I met man whom 1 knew, and was introduced by him to nearly every human being in the place who was at all introdncahle. Among others 1 was introduced to Col onel Clay Benton Girardeau, a lawyer ef the place. “Old Clay,” he was called behind his back; “Kernel” or “Kernel Clay” or “Kernel Geradoo” to his face. He was both politician and lawyer, and get his living by either or both, but was more given to talking in barrooms than to talking for bis clients in courts. Unlike most men Wfco went west in those, days, Colonel Girardeau carried no pistol—said that he did not believe in carrying one, that he had too little money to fight a highwayman for, and as to fighting others, there was alwayB the code duello for that. If yon have ever been to Albitnmen yon doubtless remember the Star of the West saloon, near the station, where one can get drink, food or a game at any hoar of the day or night. began examining them, not closely—he seemed more to be fondling them. What struck me as strange at the time was that his adversaries and the seconds watched him closely. Suddenly the colonel stood np, and in a load and 6totely voice said, looking toward his opponents: “Gentlemen, it seems to me markedly unfair toward two of yon that you stand fronting me in a row, as mV seoond tells me has been arranged. Now, when 1 shoot, I of course must choose one of yon, and as I may get killed on the first shot it is manifestly unfair that two of she ain’t talkin agin with that pauper, Ang Howland,” growled th$ old man. “Lncel Say, Luce, I want you!” he | called. ‘Til be there in a minute, father,” called back a comely girl of eighteen, who stood near the spring chatting with I a plainly dressed yonth of about the same age. She reached for the pail of water which Angus Howland still held in his hand and said, with a smile: “I I must go, Ang. Father wants me.” “It seems to me, Lnce,” said Angus I as he gave her the pail, “that yonr father always wants yon when he sees yon should not have the chance of being I me around. He hates me for some rea- killedbyme. The one I ; shoot at will be killed certainly. 1 mat an expert. Now, gentlemen, allow me to suggest to Mr. Gillan, who is both taller and broader than either Mr. O’Farrell or Mr. Schrader, that he stand in the rear; that Mr. O’Farrell, who is-' next in size, stand in front of Mr, G-fflaii. &nd that Mr. Schrader,who is diminutive, stand in front of both and all standclose np. In that way yon can all shootone over the other, and each one may thus have a chance of getting shot to case my car tridge is heavily loaded with powder.” They all acceded immediately. There was a pause. The colonel was looking away, thinking. Of a suddon he turned around, and lifting his hat said, “With yonr permission, gentle men;” then took np a pistol, cocked it and aiming quickly at an oyster can abont fifty yards off fired. The can was not hit. I heard him matter, “This is strange.” He cocked the revolver again —again fired. “What, not even dust?’ I heard him say. Again he cocked the revolver, then aimed and fired. Nothing. “Gentlemen," he said, turning aronnd, “there is something wrong here, but - fortunately I have some 44-caliber car tridges in my 00at—enough to load all ni,u Hi, Everything is open,” said the colonel o ^ searching for the north star, he said half I to us in describing^Ae place; “every- I four guns,’’"and he watted toward his savagely: thing is done in view of ail, and no one overcoat. “Say, straight over the mountains to thinks the less of a man for taking a The two seconds and th#three princi- Yreka tonight on the crust, Flannigan cocktail before breakfast any more than pai s looked at each other. .When they not to know a word, nor Campbell: &e does for taking breakfast, nor does saw tbe colonel pull out a box of car- . straight to Yreka- got enough already one loee a* 81 ® b Y Paying at faro or any tridges they turned around simultane- good comes of fightin Providence. He to bind contracts, buy California and gw* 16 of chance. Money is earned to be ons i y and ran—up the road, toward the | died without a cent, and so will the contract with the Oregonians before to- 8 P® nt in a i oU Y» generous fashion, and bend, the curve in the track, morrow night!” Another pause, then the way a gentleman wants to spend his The colonel had his back toward the suddenly again, “Say, look here; I might | money is the way a gentleman ought to | runners, and was so occupied, throwing son, but if it’s all right with yon I can stand it.” Lncia looked troubled as she said, “Goodby, Ang,” and turned toward the house. Old Marsden was an extremely illiter ate man, but in business ventures he had always been successful, and now, though a confirmed invalid, his head was full of schemes and devices, and he used to q»t for hours at a time planning measures by which his hoard of wealth might be increased. Lucia took after her mother, who had been “a powerful good woman,” so people said. “Luce,” said the old m*q ae she ap peared at the door, “I want this te b* the last of your tailring with that g£d for nothing lont, Ang Howland. Si* idea of a likely girl like yon talking friendly with such trash! I won’t have it, and if he don’t steer clear I’ll give him something to remember qie by,” and the old man shook his cane vigor ously. “I do not see why yon should dislike him so,” said Lucia. “He has had a hard time getting along, but that isn’t his fault.” “His father was cut ont to die in the poorhouse,” yelled the old man, “and why didn’t he die there?’ “Because,” Lucie answered, “Ang worked hard and took care of the old folks.” Her father scowled. “Old Howland was intended for the poorhoqf*, anti nc Lucia kissed her father, but replied: “Not him. I can never marry him.” The years crept slowly by and brought their usnal round of bright and cloudy days. Lncia had grown taller and more beautiful. Her father was still as grasping as ever. “I agree with you, Luce," he used to say, “there’s no special hurry; but you drop them almost too quick sometimes, it seems to me.” One day he hobbled into the room where Lucia sat at work and said in a severe low tone: “I hear that you get letters from that Ang Howland. Is it true?” “I have received letters from him," Lucia replied, “and he is doing very well, I understand.” “I don’t care how he is doing. That feller’ll die poor,” growled the old man. He went outside and sat down on the garden bench. “I’ll see Cicely,” said he, with a crafty look on his face. Cicely was the girl who sorted and dealt ont the mail at the village postoffice. Not long after this Lucia ceased receiv ing letters with a California postmark. Time passed and it was now nearly ten years since Lncia and Angus had stood at the garden gate and said good- by. Sid Marsden had fallen into a state «I despondency so utterly abject that j Lector was sometimes on the point of ; Crawfobdvillk, Ga., Sept. 3.—With in a stone’s throw of the graye of Alex. H. Stephens the great joint debate be tween Black and Watson came off today. And God save the mark,that it should have been unon such hallowed ground that Watson advocated the party that is headed by a man who denonnoed the Confederacy in such unmeasured terms, the government of which the “Old Commoner” was the honored vice-Presi dent. Folly seven thousand people were present at the speaking and Watson was loudly cheered as he opened his address. He charged upon the lament ed Hill that he was onoe a bolter from his party and referred to Stephens as one independent. The crowd didn’t like this much and some one cried ont “sit down.” Mr. Watson then tamed his attention to what he called some slanders upon him. He denied using a nauseous and disgusting phrase in a speech where there were ladies, and in regard to the Sparta incident: “The alleged inoident never came to my notice or to that of my friendB. I swear to God Mrs. Roberts did not say a word to me about that alleged insult. Had she been insulted by white or black there would have been no one quicker to resent it than I would.” When he mentioned the name of Cleveland the cheers were vooiferous and prolonged. Somebody hollered “Hurrah for Har- yieltSfiu to his wishes, but sho thought, j r *son,” an< * Watson turning, said: “I i’ll tfrut awhile longer; something has ; burl the insult back into yonr cowardly kill you and keep the whole thing. It is all my find anyhow.” And bless me if he didn’t look as if he might. Anyhow the campfire was smok | spend it. I was born, gentlemen, in St. Louis fifty-eight years ago. It was a town then. Now it’s like Philadelphia— unfit, gentlemen, for a man of spirit to ing on my side and I got up and leaned live in. against a post. Then he got np, too, and I “When St. Louis began to put on a said, “Come on, let’s go.” I followed the desperate little rascal, than a very few who were much ahead in the world. He told me that on re-j behind him all the way to turning home after forty years ne and v : * * . his old friends took 80J of their select young men who ca’.-.o and compared their fortunes with 800 similar young men who remained at home, and they found that the proportion of thoeewho had prospered at home was as ten to four against those who had come iu forty-nine. On tho other hand, they found that notwithstanding the perils and hardships the proportion of argo nauts still living was ten to three against those who remained in New Bedford. Some day, my dreamful friends, who lament your 1-te coming and are con tinually taking the free local trains of Oakland in order to fly from toil ns from a contagion, I will sit down and tell yon how to make fortunes right here by the Bay of San Francisco far easier than they were inado in the “early fifties.” But for the present the contract is to tell you how we struck it in the middle fork of Humbug creek. 1 had a “pardner" for about a week, winter of 1855. He was not yet twenty, small for his age, and I was not yet thirteen. “A fool for lack,” and so Pat Flannigan, the banker at Coos Bay, staked him—so he said—and Frank Campbell, of the Howlin’ Wilderness saloon, started me. Neither of us, let k ho frankly told, had enough practical s*n*c to cotue in when it rained. Surely w« would strike it, if there was a bit of kwh in the old adage. •is name was Hi Williams Miller, so h* said, and be claimed to be kin of whio, hut I afterward learned that his **•>« w.u* Miller Williams. He was a f**rfui har, and had abont as mucb con science as a rubber band. Boots aud piok and pan and shovel, l«con, Sour, frying pan, beans and blankets, and so, half hidden under our -’"S'- loads, we crept ont of camp at midnight up the narrow trail of the middle fork between high walle of snow. For he had a “pointer,” be lisped, from 8 'd Alva Boles, killed two years later in me Pitt river massacre. How in the world Hi Miller Williams managed to keep all this name I don’t Namt-3 were rare luxuries in those days, especially long ones like this, and many a pr 00) j qjj man may be found in mose mountains to this day with name aTU | data and nationality all worn away ® u d gone as from an old quarter. Bnt true silver, trust God, is still there. Three miles np the creek, a mile above Yreka, where we arrived just as Great house & Slicer opened their bank. Breathless, and with face still lifted far above me, the boy who was going to buy Qneen Victoria’s throne and crown and silk hat on Sunday I left the place, the home of my birth, and went to Kansas. Then Kansas began to improve, as the preachers say, and I quit. I’ve been coming west since then, and now I’ve been in Albitnmen two years, and it’s what this saloon is, gentlemen. It’s the Star of the West. Yon can drink and one says a word. Yes, gentlemen, this town is the healthiest, happiest town in the world. It has only one blot. They don’t believe in the code duello. They believe in the shoot on sight principle. It’s wrong, gentlemen—wrong. The have her throw in Ireland, strode up to | gtunblo every day “ the _“°“ tb where Charley Slicer, now in Oakland, was buying dust and laid the nuggets before his eyes. “Pure stuff 1” Young Slicer turned it over and over, took np a glass, looked at it carelessly ' and then, handing it back as he turned to attend to some one else, said, sotto voce, “Yeg, pretty pure—copper.” I got a job as cook on Greenhorn next day, and poor Hi, after getting himself into peckB of trouble and mix ing himself np with me and my affairs, died at Red Bluff, with his face still lifted to the store, I am. told.—Joaquin Miller in Elmira Telegram. out the empty shells that he did not hear them going, the doctor and I alone re maining. Suddenly he yelled: “Blank cartridges! Fraud, by 1” and turning aronnd he saw them dis appearing. He grabbed a few cartridges ont of the box and started after them loading as he ran. Then we saw him stop—aim—fire—then fire again. We saw his second give a lunge; then we heard his yell; then we saw him ran faster than before. The colonel sent another shot after them, bnt they were too far. Then he returned to ns. We examined all the pistols. All were loaded with powder and paper wads. Girardeau was white with anger. “This insult I shall never forgive.” He grabbed his box of cartridges and started after them, loading his pistol as duel permits of a gentleman making his h e went. We followed. When we Mme. de Genii*’ Childhood. If Mm6. de.Genlis’ own account of her bringing np before her marriage is true she is a remarkable example of a woman who has learned from experience, and has contrived even among the incessant claims of society to repair her parents’ neglect in the matter of education. At six she set forthwith her mother to Paris, where she spent a few dismal weeks. After she had two teeth taken will or declining an invitation to dinner or paying his bill.” After luncheon I met the colonel again. Somehow I spoke abont the code duello. ‘By the way,” said the colonel, “I have an affair on hand tomorrow.” “What!” said I, greatly astonished. “Yes,” he answered. “Some fellows insulted me last night, and this morn ing 1 sent a challenge to all three and we fight tomorrow at daybreak. Dr. X. will be our surgeon. Won’t yon attend as a witness or as an assistant?* “As an outsider,” 1 replied, still greatly surprised, “bnt not as an as sistant or as a witness. I am due in Washington on the 13th.” “The habit of this country,” continued the colonel, “is the barbarous one of reached the crest of the hill they saw us and started on again. When they saw ns gtiil coming they continued np the track on a ran, one limping badly. We saw them flag a freight train, and as it slowed np they swung on. We then returned to town. I left next morning for Washington, having requested Dr. X. to write me the particulars of tbe outcome. Here is the letter: Mr Dkab Sib—About three days after you left, overtures were made to Girardeau to allow the men to return. They thought that bis anger by that time would have cooled. But It had not. Mrs. Gillan finally was obliged to call on the colonel, as her money was all gone, and, her husband not being at work, tradesmen refused to trust her. She won her ease. She then began pleading for O’FarrelL “Madam,” said the colonel, “do you need two out (tho history of children is alwayB shoohng on sight, or telling yonr adror not> „ ^ anawered . taming fiery (he Bame) “they put a pair of stiff sary to go heel himself and then begin I™ 00 whalebone stays on me and imprisoned I shooting when you see each ether. 1 thought not.” said be. as he politely my feet in tight shoes, whick,frtvenfed teU everybody that I believe in the code | opened the door to lot her pass onL me from walking. They rolWf »y hair duello, and in that only for revenging in curl papers and I wore ftor the ^st j wrongs and insults. I must now go to time a panier. To cure my provineM I my offio* Lo arrange some papers. If I air an iron collar was fastened round I do not see you again before then, be at my neck, and as I squinted a little the the railroad station, where your Pull- moment I woke a pair of spectacles was man is, a little before daybreak, where Hpcnd on my nose, and these I was not I my second and I will pick you up and allowed to move for four hours. Final- I take yon to the ground. Bnt wait; let ob have another drink before we part.” ly, to my great surprise, I was glv master to teach me how to walk (v your husband for your sake can return with perfect safety so far as I am concerned, bnt the others return at tho risk of their fives or mine. Good day.” Gillan has returned. O’Farrefi and Schrader have found work at Socorro, and the two sec onds hare sent for their things and are going op north. I am glad to say that one practical joke has turned out against the jokers. As 1 was coming here to write this letter 1 met Girardeau in the Star of the West “Colonel,” I said, “from yonr experience of the last few days, what is your advice?" “To you personally or to the worldT” “TO the world.” “Then tell the world this: ‘Do not monkey with Missouri.’ ” , , With kindest regards from the colonel and -y, X., 31. D. in San Francisco Ar forgotten in the delight of fofcs ana tne 1 ms strong aversion to — - wIotv of her first opera. This was “Ro- and equally strong . fandto Furieux " and she was fortunate favor of dueling. Five of the railroad I Millions of Pens a Day. I”, *1, x. Vhasse the Singer who hands were in the Star of the West the people of this mundane sphere fivn vp-ira later wasennobled “on ao- night before I arrived, l^pghing abont be so very ignorant after all, for cSnfoTlriB vofcTand his beautiful “Old Clay." when one proposed that | it i8 s •’ — — — style ” >*«<> La bod I thev set up a young feller. Bnt that ain’t the point; there are plenty of fellers ’round here that, has money, bnt there ain’t many sech gals as you be, I reckon. Why, Luce, you have the choice of the town* and it’s yonr solemn duty not to be rash.” The miserly features of the old man relaxed somewhat as he admired his daughter’s comely face. He experienced a kind of fatherly affection for her, and was even willing to spend money freely that she might make a good appearance. Whenever he saw her dressed in Borne new article of apparel he would matter to himself, “It’s all right; it will all come back; I know a good investment, fbrl have made, a good many—yes, a good many.” A few evenings after the event above mentioned Lncia was walking in the garden when -she heard some one tap lightly at the gate, and in the moonlight saw Angus Howland. “He wants to see me,” she thought as she hurried through the lilacs to the garden path. “.Father will miss me if 1 am gone long,” said Lncia on approaching, “bnt we can visit for a minute.” “Lnce,” said Angus, “I have come to say goodby. Yonr father says for me to keep away from yon because I am poor and he doesn’t want yon to marry a pauper. Well, I am going away for five years, and when I come back I’ll be rich—rich enough to suit yonr father,” he exclaimed excitedly, striking the fence a heavy blow with his fist. “I don’t care about yon being so rich,” said Lncia. “Ill like yon just as well if yon are poor, bat don’t stay away so long,” and she looked beseechingly into his face. “Yon may have bad lock, yon know, and not earn very much money after all, but ITi think just as much of you. Are you going far?” she asked, looking down at the ground. “To California,” said Angus, “and I know just what I shall do when I get there too. Father often told me ef a valley in California where all sorts of frait will grow almost without cultiva tion. Father wandered down there when he was ont among the mines, and being need to a fruit country he knew just what a wonderful place it was. He’d have gone there himself if his sick ness hadn’t ccine on, bnt he told me happened or he’d never have broken his word.* One day her father called her to him. He was unable to get about the house now, hut lay propped up in his chair all day with his eyes closed, a very unhappy old man. “Luce,” said he, “I’ll make short work of it. The last investment I made 1 staked all and I lost. It was tho first time, Luce, and your father has had many a bargain in his day, but this time has outdone them all. In a month from now we won’t have a house to cover our heads. I hoped this sickness might hurry me off, but 1 see it’s going to give me time, and I’ll have to go to the poor- house, Luce, unless,” and the old man looked at her pitifully, “unless yon save yonr old dad.” “I’ll work for your cried Lucia. “You shall never go to the poorhouse.” And sire was more tender in the care of her father after that. One day as she stood near her favorite bed of flowers sadly thinking how soon she wonld have to leave them, a voice broke the .silence of her meditations: “I beg your pardon, hut your flowers look very pretty and 1 had to stop to ad mire them,” and looking up Lucia saw a tall, well dressed gentleman standing at the garden gate. “I raise a great many flowers myself,” said the gentle man, “and I always take an interest in them, but I live in a flower country where they grow much more luxuriant ly than here." Lncia gave a startled look—but no. bow foolish; it couldn’t be he. Angus Howard could sever have developed into such a handsome man. “I declare, Lnce, yon don’t know me, 1 said the gentleman with a smile. “Oh, Ang! I know you now, for yeu speak with yonr old vdice, bnt yon have been away a long time.” “Yon stopped writing, and I read in a California paper that yon were mar ried,” said Angus; “but recently learned that it was a false report, and I am here once more to ask yon to be mine.” “Father, this gentleman wishes to see yon,” said Lncia, as she ushered How land into her father’s room. The old man opened his eyes and murmured. “Well, have a chair.” “I understand that you have suffered a misfortune,” said the gentleman kindly. The old man groaned. “FH have to die in the poorhonse; there’s no help for it” “It may not he so bad as that,” said the gentleman. The old man turned on him fiercely. “What do yon want with me, Td like to know? Ain’t it bad enough to be rained, hat a lot of vultures have got to come and hover around me before I’m dead!” “I have been investigating the mat ter,” said the gentleman, “and I am sure that it is not so had as yon think, and here is evidence that yon will not be turned ont of yonr home at any rate,” and he opened before the old man’s eyes the canceled mortgage. “The place is face. I have stood this abuse just long as I propose to and my party has stood it just that long.” Watson continued his reply to per sonal attacks, and his entire speech was on the defensive. <> in the midst of a sentence the plat- foim fell with a crash, but Watson muz zled his tongue this time, and didn’t say that he could stand on any plat form. In conclusion Mr. Watson deolared that if he was beaten the National bank kings would rejoice, so would the sugar bounty men and the monopolies of every creed, but his name would be blessed in the homes of the poor and in every field of industry. H we enact our platform no curses will prevail, bus the corses of the classes. MAJOR BLACK REPLIES. ven a master to teach me now to want: (which I thought I knew before), and I was for bidden to run, or to jump, or to ask qa Tka°i«ivate baptism of her infancy I laughter to the frequenters of the sa- ~ ft a mVhlir* Inrain nn ftiYinnnt of llis innocent PCCU- I must tell here what 1 did not know rill subsequently. For some time the colonel had been a source of much about it time and agtun, and he gave me y ours,” daid the gentleman, “and all this little map,” and Howland took an j your other property is safe, for I have ild torn paper from his pocket, and care I been making investigations.” fully opening it pointed out by the -who are yon,” cried old Marsden, bright moonlight which broke through I “that comes at such a time and saves the trees the eldorado of his hopes and | me from the poorhouse?” !» - “ some noi.iou oi luuuuuiuwu.-T-iu we very last oshte; tiw 1«* Bile «two ’ flrew ^ Na tional Eerie*. _ !■ _ _ that lit is a well authenticated fact that sivie Unlike his comrades he had they get up a duel with him. One could I 4t000 ,000 steel pens aro used daily, to say some notion of modulation.-rMrs. An- | appear to take hia sido and could then nothing of pencils and gold and brass ' «ct as k» second; another could bee pens. ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ambition. “That valley is mine,” said | he, “and I am going there and plant trees.’ “Luce!” called old Marsden from the house, “where be yon?’ “Here I am, father,” Lncia replied. “Well, it seemB to me that yon are a mighty long time gone,” cried the old man, “but come to the house, for yewng | Hinton is here and wants to see yon.” Lncia saw the troubled look that came 'It is not so bad as that,” said the gentleman, smiling, “bat my name is Angus Howland.” The remaining few months of the old man's life worked a great change in his hharactor. One day when the autumn leaves were turning he called his chil dren to him. “Goodby,” said he. “I am going. Yon are a good boy, Ang, and will make her happy,” and he closed his eyes forever.—Chicago News. Major J. C. C. Blaok was then intro duced; The cheering was wild. The demonstration far exceeded any of those that greeted Watson. For more than a minute, Maj. Black stood waiting for the cheering to cease. It was at onoe evident that the Democrats held the crowd by at least three to one. This pat a damper on the Third party con tingent Major Blaok first answered in a moat satisfactory manner, and at tbe men tion ot Watson’s name the Watsonians yelled loudly. Why, I’ve seen as many men as this with guns in their hands and I wasn’t afraid,” Baid Major Blaok. To the Beoond ot Mr. Watson’s ques tions Maj. Black said: “I specify as one of the ohief pieces of legislation from which these evils result the iniquitous tariff. And who represents that iuue? Grover Cleveland. And what platform calls for the reform of the tariff but the Democratic; After answering Watson’s questions, Major Blaok proceeded to show up tbe record of the man who was running against him. And he made it very plain to the. people that Watson isn’t the man for them to send to congress from the Tenth. Mr. Watson knew that he would not bny a seat in pongressat the expense of justice to any man. W bat is the spec tacle before us today? That of a citizen asking to be re elected and giving as the reason why you should vote for him, denunciation of the very party that elected him. ‘*In 1888 Watson went before the peo ple of the state as a Cleveland elector and at that time Mr. Cleveland had done the very official acts by which he now condemns him. Major Black’s expose of the record of Watson was masterly. If ever a man’s record was shown np, it was the record of Watson, and of all the inconsisten cies and absurdities on earth that rec ord contained it. The resalt of the day’s speaking wa& a grand Democratic victory, and Wat- soman stock is on the rapid decline. m jJral A-':- The only radical core for rheumatism is to eliminate from the blood the acid that causes the disease. 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