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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.