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ONE DOLLAR A YEAR A DIABOLICAL MURDER WeWt *h® »wart bank of the stnggtsh Kilo, Wnero fleets of traffic block its ganinz month. And over many a tedious Inland mile We journeyed toward the south. You can not be too particular about the medicines you use. Where you need a blood-pure fixer, be sure you get Ayer’s S i rsaparilla, and no other. It will mingle *itb, purity, and vitalize every drop of blood in your body. It makes the week strong. Watkins villa Items. Watkihstillb, Ga , September 17.— Miss *Evie Jackson, of Athens, is vis iting friends here this week. Dr. J ames J. Mason, an eminent phy- sicisn of Colnmbns, Ga., was called to the bedside of little Mattie Harris, who is dangerously ill with a diptheritic af fection, at the home of Mrs. W. H. Booth. Dr. Mason has been here sev eral days. Dr. Goss and Dr. Conway, of Athens, have also been attending her. With His Uncle. Brace—Among my dearest treasures is a watch my father carried when he was a young man. Bagley—Would you mind letting me see it? Brase—Certainly not; but it is tem porarily in the possession of my—er— lather's brother.—Hew York Bon. KM. » r*»«U4«lo< With tl Eat. ISTVJ Athena Bauer, Km. .-MTinC ATHENS. GA., TUESDAY MORNING. SEPTEMBER 20,1892. AND LOVE. THE THREE BIRDS. : £L!CE NOTTE!” :tlo golden bees of sleep ! be blossom of your ear • ncr music hushed and deep, dumber songs to you, my deorl sy fortuue telling dreams eath Ilicir painted tent and i ll you fortunes—rosy gleams :• nunumbered when you wake! r livneiuthino lids unfold limpid pallor of the moon, :ar- in beaven may yet behold, ,1 -igb fur joy. and slumber soon. Irene i'utnam in Lipplncotl’a. man in the bell. i'inger fin ys bell ringing was re m fashion among the young — than it ia now. Some fifty about twenty of us who dwelt i:.i! v of the cathedral formed a <I to ring every peal that v : ! i v 1 wont with another into fry to ring for noon prayers, but . i. r-troke wo had pulled showed tb chipper of the bell we were unfilled. Some one had been tbut morning and it had been •iluf course to ring a mournful l\> .'fi.l not know of this, but the rem- was easy. “Jack,” said my colu mn. “step up to the loft and cut off ::at," for the way we had of muf- CT of s by tying a piece of an old hat th(tho former was preferred) on of the clapper, which deadeued fvrrv second toll. I ivmplit'J. and mounting into the Kifry crept as usual into the bell, truere 1 began to cutaway. The hat jiafi been tied on in some more coinpli- caied manner than usual, and I was per il, three or four minutes in getting it off. during which time my companion ptliuv was hastily called away—by a ciesinfe from his sweetheart, I believe, but that is not material to my story. fi.t> person who called him was a brouter of the club who, knowing that the time had come for ringing for serv ice. and not thinking that any one was above, leg,in to pull. At this moment I vks just getting out when I felt the bell moving. 1 guessed the reason at ocve. It was a moment of terror, but |v a h.vtr and almost convulsive effort _ .<„! i I siurtt JhI in Romping down and throw- ^ig my.iuif on iflie flat of my back under The room in which it was was little mare than sufficient to contain it, the baton, of the bell coming within couple of feot of the floor of lath. At that time 1 certainly was not so bulky as 1 am now, but as 1 lay it was within an inch of ray face. 1 had not lain my- tilf down a second, when the ringing began. It was a dreadful situation. Over me swung an immense mass of m til, one touch of which would have crashed me to pieces; the door under Hi.- was principally composed of crazy laths, and if they gave way I was pre cipitated to the distance of about fifty feet upon a loft, which would in all probability have sunk under the impulse i t my fall and sent me to be dashed to no-ms upon the marble floor of the chan ce: a hundred feet below. This was my first terror, but the ring- ii.v had not continued a ininnte before a no re awful and immediate dread came on me. The deafening sound of the boll smote into my ears with a thunder which made me fear their drums would crack: there was not a liber of my body it did not thrill through. It entered my wry soul; thought and reflection were almost utterly banished; I only retained tiie sensation of agonizing terror. Every moment 1 saw the bell sweep within an inch of my face, and my eyes — 1 could not close them, though £o look at the object was bitter as death—fol lowed ir instinctively in its oscillating progress until it came back again. It was in vain 1 6aid to myself that it could come no nearer at any future swing than it did at first; oveiy time it descended I endeavored to shrink into t: e very floor to avoid being buried nn- dt r the down sweeping mass, and then, reflecting on the danger of pressing too weightily on my frail support, would cower up again as far as 1 dared. At first my fears were mere matter of fact. 1 was afraid tho pulleys above would give way and let the bell plunge on me. At another time the possibility of the clapper being shot out in some sweep and dashing through my body, as 1 had seen a ramrod glide through a door, tiitted across my mind. The dread al.'o, as 1 have already mentioned, of the crazy floor tormented me, but these soon gave way to fears not more unfounded, but more visionary and of coarse more tremendous. Tho roaring of the bell confused my intellect, and tny fancy soon began to hem with all sorts of strange and terri fy.: g ideas. The bell pealing above and opening its jaws with a hideous clamor seemed to me at one time a, raving mon ger raging to devour mei at another a whirljool ready to suck me into its bel lowing abyss. As I gazed on it, it as- *tmed all shag>eA It was a flying eagle, w raster a roe of the Arabian story hubr*, tlapping its wings and screaming over As I looked upward into it, it would ap pear sometimes to lengthen into indefi nite extent ot to be twisted at the end into the spiral folds of the tail of a flying dragon. Nor was the flaming breath or b-rv glance of that fabled animal-want- i,: - to complete the picture. My eyes, inflamed, bloodshot and glaring, invested h>e supposed monster with a full pro portion of unholy light. It would be endless were I to merely hint at ail the fancies that possessed my mmd. Every object that was hideous nn.l roaring presented itself to my im agination. 1 often thought that I was ! n n hurricane ut sea and that the vessel ln w hich I was embarked tossed under with the most furious vehemence. The air, set in motion by the swinging w the bell, blew over me nearly with iho violence and more than the thunder of a tempest, and the floor seemed to toizedon me ^ere drawn from the su pernatural. In the vast cavern of the bell hideous races appeared and glared down on me with terrifying frowns or with grinning mockery .sttll more appalling, I found I was bedSming delirious, and trembled test reason should utterly desert me. I feared lest, when utterly deprived of my senses, 1 should rise—to do which I was every moment tempted by that strange feeling which calls on a man whose head is dizzy from standing on the battlement of a lofty castle to pre cipitate himself from it—and then death would be instant and tremendous. When 1 thought of this 1 became des perate. 1 caught the floor with a grasp which drove the blood from my nails, and I yelled with the cry of despair. I called for help, I prayed, I shouted, but all tho efforts of my voice were of course drowned in the bell. As it passed over my mouth it occasionally echoed my cries, which mixed not with its own sound, but preserved their distinct char acter. Perhaps this was but fancy. To me, I know, they then sounded as if they were the shouting, howling or laughing of the fiends with which my imagina tion had peopled the gloomy cave which swung over ine. In twenty minutes the ringing was done. Half of that time passed over me without power of computation—the other half appeared an age. When it ceased 1 became gradually more quiet, but a new fear retained me. I knew that five minutes would elapse without ringing, bat at the end of that short rime the bell would be rung a second time for five minutes more. I could not calculate time. A minute and an hour were of equal duration. I feared to rise lest the five minutes should have elapsed and the ringing be again commenced, in which case I should be crushed before I could escape against the walls or framework of tho bell. I therefore still continued to lie down, cantionsly shift ing myself, however, with a careful gliding, so that my eye no longer looked' into the hollow. This was of itself a -.onsiderable relief. The cessation of the noise had in a great measure the effect of stupefying me, for my attention, being no longer occupied by the chimeras I hadeonjured up, began to flag. All that now dis tressed me was the constant expectation of the second ringing, for wkHfa, how ever, I settled myself with a kind of stupid resolution. I closed my eyes and clinched my teeth as firmly as if they were screwed in a vice. At last the dreaded moment came, and the first swing of the bell extorted a groan from me, as they say the most res olute victim screams at the sight of the rack to which he is for a second time destined. After this, however, i lay silent and lethargic, without a thought. When it ceased I was roused a little by the hope of escape. I did not, how ever, decide on this step hastily, but putting up my hand with the ntmoat caution I touched the rim. Though the ringing had ceased it was still tremulous from the sound and shook under my hand, which instantly recoiled as from an electric jar. A quarter of an hour probably elapsed before I agaim dared to mako the experiment, and then I found it at rest. I determined to lose no time fearing that I might have lain then al ready too long and that the bell for evening service would catch me. This dread stimulated me, and I slipped out with the utmost rapidity and arose. I stood, I suppose, for a minute, looking with silly wonder on the place of my imprisonment, penetrated with joy at escaping, but then rushed down the stony and irregular stair with the velocity of lightning and arrived in the bell ringer’s room. My hands were torn and bleeding; my hair disheveled and my clothes tattered. I leaned against the wall, motionless and deprived of thought, in which pos ture my companions found me when in the course of a couple of hours they re turned to their occupation.—Black wood’s Magazine. — LUST At last we came beside a stony pile That reared Its head above tho drifted sand. Looking across the ages with a smile 1 could not understand. I gazed upon that sight a weary while, A woman's head, with body of a beast, And vainly tried the twain to reconcile. Until the night had ceased. We floated back by lotus lake and isle. And watched the ibis take his noonday rest Beside tho scaly sluggard crocodile. Our riddle still unguessed. But lo, the storms of lust at times defile My body couchant where the aandheds drift; And yet above the vicious and the vile A skyward face I lift. The lion's body of a bestial guile. The human face that loves, believes and thinks. Unlock the puzzle of the quaint old style That built the symbol Sphinx. —William Bice Sims in New York World. THE RAMONET DUEL. Why the Sky Is Blue. The explanation of the bine of the “vaulted canopy above us” is not to be sought in the fact that the air, or its constituent particles, reflect the readily refrangible rays of short waved length and let the less refrangible long waved rays through. The short waves of light —the blue color—are much more strong ly reflected than the long waved red ones. Lord Raleigh has proven the bl ue reflected in the light from the sky to be four-fifths times stronger than the yel low color and six-sevenths times strong er than the red. The violet is six- eighths times stronger than the yellow, or about nine-tenths times more intense than the long waves of red light. These relations of intensity mus’ therefore cause the reflected light to appear to be mostly blue. The blue of the sky is also connected with the phe nomenon known as the' polarization o' light, that color in the colored waves al ways being polarized in the same direc tion, which is quite independent of the nature of the turbid particles of the at mosphere. As long as pressnt condi tions exist the sky will be of bine colors of varying intensity.—St. Louis Be public. Persevering. Customer—Waiter, do you remember me? 1 came in here yesterday and or dered a steak. Waiter—Yes, sir. Will yon have the same thing today, sir? Customer—Yes, if no one else is using it—New York Herald. The Top Noteh of Style. Mrs. Hayrick—Mrs. Lawnmo says all the folks at her boose is fashionable people. Mrs. Meadow—I guess it’s eo. All the women has dogs, an all th’ dogs ia sick. —New York Weekly. Bat the most awful of all liie ideas that Million. Pliny's Giant. Galabra, tho giant whom Pliny men tions as having been “brought out of Arabia” during the reign of Claudius, was ten feet high, of fine proportions and weighed upward of 400 pounds. The manner of giving, says tho poet, is of more importance than the gift. I think, however, that when the thing re ceived is a blow on tho face the distinc tion is not likely to be appreciated by the recipients. This was M. Raxnonet’s opinion—and ho had had experience. He was dining in a restaurant with hia friends Peignot, Glousseux and Mon pate, and the first named person had in the heat of argument struck him on the face. The proprietor of the restaurant, not wishing to have any disturbance, re quested the party to adjonm to a small room up stairs for the purpose of set tling the difficulty. Glousseux opened the discussion, say ing sternly, “Itseems tome, gentlemen, that my friend Ramonet cannot be ex pected to take a blow without demand ing satisfaction.” “Or he might bring a suit for dam ages;” said Monpate more mildly. “Yes, of coarse!” cried Ramonet and Peignot, both evidently preferring the last named measure. I shall 6peak of that later,” said Glousseux—and a sigh of relief escaped the parties most concerned—“but we must first,” he a i led, “ascertain whether M. Peignot is willing to apologize to my friend Ramonet.” “I should accept,” said the injured man timidly, but Peignot, thinking he al luded to twenty-five francs damages, exclaimed “Never 1” “Very well,” said Glousseux briskly. “That being the case we most now de cide whether the assault constituted a slap or a blow, as there is a great differ ence between the two.” . Peignot thought the difference might consist of a hundred francs in the way of damages, so he hastened to declare that it was merely a slap, while Ramo net remarked, “All I know about it is that I saw stars.” “It is the law in affairs of honor,” said Glousseux, “that a slap calls tor a personal meeting, while a blow is mere ly the act of a boor and may be referred to the police for penalty.” Ramonet and Peignot on hearing this exclaimed simultaneously that it was a blow, bat Glousseux begged them not to speak hastily and then added; A blow with the fist produces a dull, solid thud, whereas a slap is sharp and resounding. Now I will leave it to Monpate to say whether it sounded like pouf or like clack!” The gentleman appealed to replied that truth compelled him to say that he had heard clack! Besides that,” said Gloossenx tri umphantly, “it is evident from the red mark on my friend’s left cheek that it was a slsp he received. We have now, gentlemen, nothing more to do but to arrange the details of the meeting. Monpate, yon and I are willing to act as seconds, are we not?” Here Ramonet, evidently enlightened by the stars he had seen, opened his lips to suggest a compromise, but Monpate interrupted him. ‘Will you take us, or do you prefer to seek others? No? Very well, we ac cept the honor you offer ns.” And a grave responsibility it is,” added Glousseux; “the lives of two fel low creatures are concerned.” The seconds conversed in whispers for a few minutes, and then Glousseux re marked: “Ramonet, yon have the choice of arms, and I counsel yon to select 6words.” At how many paces?” gasped Peig not. There is no question of paces,” ex plained Monpate. “That is only when pistols are used. The sword is infinitely preferable, for it seldom kills, bnt al ways wound*.” And in neither case renders the com batants ridiculous,” added Glousseux. 1 shall attend to the weapons, and Monpate will engage the snrgeon.” The surgeon!” repeated Ramonet un easily. Certainly, bnt yon need not worry about anything—leave it all to us. .You have nothing to do but to go to the ap pointed place at the appointed honr. Now, my friend, hold up your head and walk proudly through that crowd of journalists down stairs, and let thoee who witnessed the insult yon received also see that yon have exacted satisfac tion as becomes a gentleman” “Could we not go out by the side door?” asked Ramonet gloomily. “Yes. I know the way. Follow me, said Peignot, and they escaped without returning to the dining room. The next morning at precisely half past 10 a carriage stopped at a short distance from the spot agreed upon, and the seconds alighted, followed by the physician; Glousseux carried the swords under his cloak. After a short walk they reached the spot, and Dr. Rousselle, a jolly, round faced person, said cheerily: "At the watchman’s cottage there is a mil stocked barnyard and an excellent fishpond. I have been there before. While we wait 1 will go and order din ner. Do yon like duck!” ‘Very much,” said Glousseux, “but suppose they arrive while you are gone.” “The ducks?” “No, onr principals.” “They can begin without me. Do yon prefer them roasted or fricasseed? How would eels go with onions? Do yon like eels?” “I adore them,” said Monpate; “bnt yon can hardly get back in time, and you will certainly be needed." “Do yon apprehend serious conse quences?” asked the doctor in surprise. “Are the combatants very fiery?” “Hardly that,” replied Glousseux slowly, “but my principal is a man of honor” “And mine is fall of pluck,” added Monpate. “Very well! Fish, eels a la matelotte, roast duck,” said the doctor. “I shall not be gone long,” and he hurried away. The hour fixed for the arrival of the principals approached. “Your watch is fast,” said Glousseux, and after waiting a little he announced, “In five minutes they will be here,” but they were not. Glousseux paced up and down impa tiently and Monpate smoked a cigar in sullen silence. Ten minutes passed, fif teen, twenty-five, and yet the combat ants did not come. Glousseux looked at his watch, held it np to Monpate and said in a slightly ironical tone: “Your man has not arrived!” “Nor yours,” retorted the other. “He has been detained, that is all. Be quite sore he will explain satisfactorily.” “So will mine.” “It is hardly probable that both should meet with a delay,” muttered Glous- seanx. •: “Very true, bnt why not M. Peignot?” “And why not M. Ramonet?” “How do 1 know that he intended to come at all?” “Sir? I can answer for my friend’s honor.” “Bnt not for his courage! Very likely he is now seated in his armchair at home.” “And where is your friend, may I ask?’ “Your tone is insulting, sir, and I do not brook insults any more than my client does.” “If yon are not more ready to resent them than he Is" “M. Monpate, ft is enough. I demand satisfaction.” “Certainly, yon shall have it—when ever you wish.” “I wish it now!” The next instant they had thrown off their coats, seized the swords and began to fight. Just then Ramonet and Pieg- not appeared on tho scene. They were walking arm in arm and conversing cheerfully, and when they caught sight of the combatants they exclaimed in surprise: “Stop! . >top!” At the same jSftpeut Dr. Rousselle arrived, breathlesS. bat cradiant “It will be delicious,” he began, and then added in dismay; “so they have begun it without waiting for me!” Stop them!” cried Ramonet and Peignot, and the combatants, hearing them, left off brandishing the swords. Ah, here is the man you suspected of cowardice,” cried Glousseux, and Ramonet exclaimed, “Absnrd,” with an air of great dignity. Here is he whose honor you as sailed,” said Monpate. He was speaking in jest,” observed Peignot calmly. The two seconds looked at each other for a minute and burst into a peal of laughter. What is the use of our fighting with each other in defence of these two cow ards?’ cried Glousseux. Permit me”— began Peignot, but Monpate interrupted him with: I will permit you to do nothing ex cept pay for the dinner.” *The ducks are roasting, and the matelotte is excellent,” said the doctor. Come, let ns go, or everything will lie spoiled. Everybody’s honor is vindi cated, I am sure." Ernest, are yon satisfied?” asked Ramonet. Perfectly so, Alfred,” was Peignot’s reply. Then the whole party shook hands and went off in high spirits.—Translated from the French of Jules Moinaux by Isabel Smithson for Romance. *TTy over tho mountains,” 1 said to the dove, ' O'er the Gelds of barley and bav. And bring me the taiisaian Gower of Love." .Bat the dove sighed, “It’s too far away!" to the eagle I cnid. “On thy valor I coant That shall steal me Love’s flame from the sky; Spread thy pinions to reach it, and heaven ward mount!’’ But the eagle replied. “It’s too high!” To the vulture I criedr “What is left wilt thou sparo Of this heart that can still hope and wait? Then tear out the rest, for her imago dwells there!” But the vulture made answer, “Too late!” . —Florence Uenniker in Temple Bar. MR. SMITH’S PLAN. Tired of HU Talk. At a recent trial in Scotland a certain lady got into the witness box to be ex amined, when the following conversa tion took place between her and the op posing counsel: Counsel—How old are yon? Miss Jane—Oh, weel, sir, I am an un married woman, and dinna think it right to answer that question. The Judge—Oh, yes, answer the gen tleman. How old are yon? Miss Jane—Weel-a-weel, I am fifty. Counsel—Are you not more? Miss Jane—Weel, I am sixty. The inquisitive lawyer still farther asked if she had any hopes of getting married, to which Miss Jane replied: “Weel, sir, 1 winna tell a lee; I hinna lost hope yet,” scornfully adding, “bnt 1 widna marry yon, for I am sick and tired o’ your palaver already.”—London Tit-Bits. A King’s Miserable End. Louis XI, after having by open mur der or secret assassination rid himself of the most powerful nobility of France, died in miserable fear, begging his physician to do something for him. During his last days he sent for St Francis of Paula, and offered him un told riches to intercede with heaven for a further lease of life.—St Louis Globe- Democrat An Interesting Humor Abont Tea. A Chinese official, high in authority, states that it is customary to preserve dead bodies by inclosing them in a box of tea. This tea is afterward collected and shipped to and sold in foreign countries. The vessels containing it are distinguished by a private mark known only to the natives.—Yankee Blade, When Augustus Smith was engaged as a clerk by the great banking firm of Brown & Blue he did not show any of the ingenious traits of character that subsequently made him famous. He was just an ordinary appearing young man and rather pale. He had a pair of shrewd, sharp gray eyes that might ex press much or little, just as it happened. Yonng Smith worked hard and faith fully at his desk for a long time before he happened to come under the notice of the senior member of the firm. Brown was a man who fully realized his posi tion in tho financial and social world, and was never better pleased than when others did the same. It did not take Smith long to discover his employer’s weakness. And when he had discovered it he resolved to make use of it to his own advantage. Conse quently he managed affairs so that he was obliged to come in direct contact with the senior member of the firm. That gentleman took no particular no tice of the young man at the time, bnt Smith did not despair. He contrived other little schemes whereby it became necessary for him to speak with the old gentleman, and the result was that Brown soon knew and began to notice him. Smith made the most of those encoun~ tors, so that in a comparatively short time Brown began to think that Smith was a promising young man. He never made any boasts or took advantage of the senior member’s regard, so that ft j only increased with time. Small wonder was it then that when Brown’s private secretary died he chose Mr. Smith out ot all his employees to fill the place. It was in his capacity as private secretary that Smith first called at his employer’s home. Smith noted the evidences of wealth and wondered when he, too, should be able to maintain such an establishment. One evening Smith accompanied his employer home from the office. A knotty financial problem had come up late in the day which needed to be set tled before the next day. Brown dhl not care to attack the matter by him self. Bine was oat of town, and tl*;re was no one left for liim,to call tupa but Smith. And had he but acJjpc wcdge-l it to himself he believed that Lmiths brain would work quicker and clearer than that of any one else connected with the place. That was an eventful evening for Smith. In the first place he met the banker's daughter, and, having met her, immediately lost his heart. Bnt he did not lose his head^ which was one of the strongest points in this young man’s composition. Smith had never been known to lose his head under the most trying circumstances. The present in stance was no exception to the rule. Smith’s heart beat so hard he thought every one in the room could hear it, but Smith’s brain was cool and calm and calculating as ever. Just what impression he made on the young woman at that time he never knew. But upon each subsequent call he made at the house he was careful not to lose any ground. Matters went on thus until Smith had declared his passion for his employer’s daughter. She was a little shocked at first, though she had suspected that he loved her. She told him that she could not tell if she cared for him, and inti mated to him that, as matters stood at the time, it was rather presumptuous in him to ask her. Bnt she was so consid erate as to promise not to tell her father of what his private secretary had said— at least not then. Smith’s spirits were low, but his brain was active. And his active brain evolved a scheme which brought abont the result he wished for. He knew a pilot on one of the pilotboats and proceeded forthwith to call upon him and request a service. He told the pilot what he wanted and that gentle man readily fell into the scheme. Smith also called upon the agent of a steam ship line and obtained the agent’s per mission to Bail down the bay on one of the big steamships. The same evening Smith called upon his lady love. His visits at the house never excited comment, because he gen erally managed to have some little busi ness to perform in the library. He re peated his declaration of love and asked the object of his affections to marry him. She refused. Smith uttered a fare well and departed. The next day he asked ^the senior member of the firm for a month’s vaca tion. Brown was inquisitive, so the young man told him that he wanted to take a run over to Europe and see some of the sights. Brown was somewhat taken aback, for he always had an idea that his private secretary spent every rent he made about as fast as he could make it. When Smith told him that he had plenty of money with which to bear the expenses of the trip the old banker was more than pleased. He had been thrifty himself and liked to see the same trait in his employees. And Smith wondered what his employer would say if he knew his private secretary’s finan cial condition at that moment, for he had nothing more than his week’s salary in his pocket Two days later all Smith’s companions in the office stood on one of the Ho boken piers and shouted and screamed and waved their hats at Smith as he Stood on the after deck of a big ocean liner. They had come to sop him start for Europe. The last they saw of him that morning Smith was waving his handkerchief to them from the vessel’s side. And all the while he smiled in the happiest manner imaginable. When the steamship had passed down the Narrows and got out near Sandy Hook a pilotboat came flying np to her side. The steamship slackened speed, the pilotboat ran clou, under the side, and Smith was lowered to the deck of the pilotboat, where his friend greeted him warmly. An honr later and Smith was ashore at Sandy Hook. From there be made his way to the Atlantic High lands, where, at a modest little hotel, he engaged a room for a month. It was a week later that the banker was one night asked in a casual way by hie daughter as to the whereabouts of Mr. Smith. “Why, bless me,” he replied; “I for got to tell you, didn’t I? Smith has gone to Europe. I wish he had remained at home, because 1 miss him very much." When Miss Brown had been informed ’ 'as to yonng Smith's whereabouts, she was displeased. She did not really think he conld go off in that fashion, with just a calm and formal goodby, she told herself. The more she thought of it the less she liked it. When three weeks had gone by she was quite sure she had never meant to say “no” to Smith when he asked her to marry him. “If he’d only come back!” she would say to herself. “I never knew how much I cared for him until he went away." One evening her father came in and said: - “Well, Smith will be back tomorrow and I’m glad of it. The business hasn't been ran so smoothly since he went away.” From her father Miss Brown learned tha* the private secretary was expected in on one of the French steamships, and that most of the clerks in the banking house were going to the dock to meet him. The French steamship which came np past Sandy Hook that morning was slowed down long enough to take aboard a pilot. And with the pilot came aboard another gentleman who, the pilot said, was a Mend of his. The other was Smith, who had only that morning left the small hotel at which he had been staying and got aboard the pilotboat. He was attired in the costume usually affected by tourists. He had grown stouter, and become bronzed during his stay at Hie Highlands. When Smith had been greeted by his friends in the office the senior member of the firm invited him to dinner. He marked, and with approval, that Smith seemed more anxious to talk about busi ness than the places he had visited in Europe. They had reached the house, and Smith was passing toward the library, when he suddenly came face to face with Miss Brown. “Oh, Gns—Mr. Smith,” said she, startled for the moment into betraying herself, “I’m so glad that yon have come back—because—because papa has missed you so much,” she added. Bat Mr. Smith did not believe it was alto gether on her father’s account she was glad he had returned, and later in the evening inquired more particularly into the matter.- A short time afterward the signs on the banking house were changed. There after they read, “Brown, Blue & Smith, Bankers.’—New York Evening Sun. MR. WILLIAM CALLAWAY VICTIM, FOUND DEAD THE SATURDAY MORNING In a Piece of Woods, Near Brumby's Tanyard—His Neck Broken, and Beat a« Over the Head-No Clue As to the Murderers. He Makes Cyclones. Professor Douglass has succeeded in manufacturing miniature cyclones and tornadoes by means of electricity, thus proving the electrical character of the prairie terrors.” In carrying out his plans he suspended a large copper plate by silken threads and charged it from a battery. He then used arsenioua acid gas, whereupon the combination of gas and electricity conld he seen hanging from the under side of the plate in the form of a perfect funnel shaped cyclone cloud. When everything was ready the professor swung the plate and the miniature cyclone to and fro across table littered with matches, pieces of paper, pens, pencils, etc. The lighter objects were instantly sucked up, the heavier scattered in all directions. The effects were exactly those of destructive cyclones. These curious experiments explain cy clonic phenomena. Low clouds become charged with electricity, descend and form a connection with the earth. Then a violent electrical commotion ensues, finally settling into a whirl which con tinues until an electric equilibrium is established.—St Louis Republic. He Waa a Beal,Yankee. Daring a local option election in a western town both sides had a challenge committee at the polls to see that no fradnlent votes were sent in. A work ingman with Celtic features offered his vote. An “optionist” committeeman challenged his vote. The Celt was sworn to truthfully answer the ques tions pnt to him. “Haw long have yon resided in this state?” “About two years,” “How long have yon been in Inde pendence?” “Naarly a year.” “Have yon ever taken out naturaliza tion papers?” “No, sir." “Police, take this man into custody for attempting to cast a fraudulent vote.” An indictment was next in order, so it was thought best to ascertain the exact nationality of the prisoi.Br before it was drawn. He was asked: “Of what country were yon a native?’ He answered: “Massachusetts.”—“The Sunny Side of Politics.” Early Saturday morning th© news spread rapidly that Mr. Callaway had been murdered on Dr. Jno Hunnicutt’s place, near Brumby’s tanyard. A Ban- nkk reporter at once repaired to the scene where he found & large crowd as sembled, and people were coming and going until the body was removed. When discovered by a negro boy, who peddles vegetables for Mr. Bancroft, Ueo. Dalton, he was lying a few feet from a huge pine tree, with his head down the hill, and a bag of potatoes lying by hia side. tub CORONKK’8 inquest. Coroner Pitner and his jury worked bard for a long while in an attempt to get some evidence as to the guilty par ties, but failed. The inquest was then adjourned to 4 o’clock in the evening. WHEN SEEN LAST. The last man to notice Mr. Callaway alive wa3 Mr. C. W. Parr, who saw him passing through the campus on his way home about six o’clcok. From this it is evident that the murder was committed at or about six o’clcok in the afternoon. He had left Weatherly Bros’, store with sack of potatoes for his home just be fore, and these were found by his body yesterday morning. THE BODY BROUGHT TO BTEBN A DORSEY’S About eleven o’clock the body web brought to Stern & Dorsey’s, and was viewed by a large number of our citi zens. It was embalmed by Mr. Dorsey, who tells us that he is satisfied that Mr. Callaway was attacked by two men. The first lick he received was on the hand and right arm, as if defending himself. The next was with a wooden instrument from the right eye to the ear, and the next with a rock or iron instrument from the left eye to the ear. The neck was also broken and there were probably twenty-five or thirty licks on the head, AN INOFFENSIVE CITIZEN. Mr. Callaway was a quiet and inof fensive citizen. He was a native of Oglethorpe county and had lived in Athens the last ten or twelve years; and was liked by everyone. He leaves acyife and one child three years old. Hb married a sister of Rev. H. R. Bsr-i nurd, Miss Emma, and was very for A of his home. All Friday night Mrs. Callaway was awake and looking for him to enter the house at any inomert, as he had never spent a night from home before without notifying her. He was thirty-six years old and not a very large man, and it is not known that he had an enemy in the place. THEORIES AS TO THE CAUSE OF THE MURDER. Some suggested an old grudge, but as he had no enemies, this could not be. Others suppesa that the murder was for money, and this seems the most plausi ble theory. It is known that he fre quently had a large number of five-cent pieces in his pockets, with which he bought bottles, and it nr ay be that some party or parties thought the sums he carried with him larger than they were. THE PEOPLE INDIGNANT.} Our people are justly indignant over this diabolical crime, and if the guilty party could be caught, he would be speedily dealt with. The Governor will be asked to offer a reward, and the citizens will also by subscriptions add to it, and the Mayor and Council should take action in the matter. The police, of course, will do all in their power,bnt outside help should be brought in. The murderer must not be allowed to escape. THE CORONER’S JURY AGAIN. The jury met at fouro’clock at Stem & Dorsey’s undertaking rooms, and after getting some new evidence, ren dered the following verdict: We, the jury find that Wm. Calloway came to his death from a rock or stick in the hands of some unknown party. Francis P. Griffith, Foreman. THE FUNERAL AND BURIAL. This morning at 7:30 o’clock, Dr. Gwaltney will preach the funeral from the late residence, and the body will be taken to the family burial ground at Salem, Oglethorpe county. The funer al party will leave on the first Georgia train.
