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SSSC-' t CoiMlIta «4 With the i Athena Banner, Bat. ISM. ATHENS, GA., TUESDAY MORNING. SEPTEMBER 2?, 1892. $1.00 A DE*P DOWN. m heart ol i aifecov ered hide: uvitsurw i , di> ' n in w«*>»x caves a worth >1, aniioHtdBd abide. $ nr.® A**'n 1n thaSpUnt by the way 1 - rm.uw ltfftfclded na yet: iV.wu li> tharWrdte's foil lay nnwoBiled, nnset, im, j. *>«■« 1? fl ““ heart of wan dwell l&taes riKlrveKtyd, concealed; IK<1 ,io«n In I bo thoughts of God |„ve nii^janled—revcaled. t rii tlu- depth* of mystery la nntnrel I iy tin' »J sterieo 'Of deepness In man! Oiu ivb.it toarvcWBB works the Mooter wrought in his wouilrons plant —Asa Ilnrlln lb Good Housekeeping. A TEXAS LOCHINVAR. flje eastern idea of a Texas horso is a car m-cksd, low hooded, narrow chest- e ,l. cat hammed little beggar, with bloivl in his eye and as many devils in hi- disiosition as there are cockle burrs in hi- toil. 1 wirh twine of the people who imagine that Ab'ves of such little beasts are the I,,,. ..., generally raised on Texas ranches *ml,i see .Jim McQueen’s Cinco. His f j M was a four mile horse whose ances- trv ran vaguely back toward Kentucky, mill he unites with the beauty, speed, imiooth coat, good temper and larger , 1A; of this stock the indomitable pluck mil hardihood and the inexhaustible hoMum of his native Texas blood. ,1 nu traded five ponies lor him when ho was a raw, slim legged yearling, and calli.l him Cinco in commemoration. Ho u 0 years old nowand has never intiwn the feeling of a collar. It is true tlmt if some unlustructed outsider shonld insist mi putting him into harness Cinco would probaldy end by kicking the ve il. ,T into kindling wood and himself clean of every scrap of harness, but this would l>o simply a contemptuous protest—a forcible explanation of the (act that he wasn’t built to harl loads. Cinco is the best horse in this, a coun try of good horses. His qualifications and accomplishments are varied. He is an inapproachable cow horse; a finished expTt in all tho horse maneuvers inci- dent to rounding up, roping and cutting out; a perfect mine of endurance and ci-jd spirits on the trail, and always wins all the long dtotance and handicap raw*, at the conuty fair. He won his' Jit# ftmidirap ahntffc a month ago under (drown.-..uwee df thrilling interest to a riwuuiice loving fruitier society. Xn in the Junior partner at the Wf.flur (idleejri® & McQueen sheep mri imtth* ranch <* Boggy run. Their iiKi r-pt neighbor, five miles above, is tin* An.Mi ranch, at Crockett’s*well M«v# Chuumiie Austell, when she came out t," the ranch a year ago from some east Texas school, had as easy a walk over of the undisputed belleship of the wl. th> county as Cinco would have had in an open race against a field of cow inort and witYiaut an ounce of handt iv.V>. It whs Jim. with his good looks,' i yi*h spirits, and what Wade Keener bitterly styled “his blame winnin ways,” v ho first gained her maiden preference ami held it so long in the face of so much and such spirited, not to say des- p'Tuh*, rivalry that it looked as though the course of true love might be going t" run smooth once, just to show its west Texas originality. But now came upon the scene the cause of discord, misunderstanding, jealousy and reproaches, spirited retorts and secret tears and finally angry sepa ration in the person of a sheepman’s “drifter,” from somewhere up in the Panhandle. Spurr was a most unro- uinntic figure, about five or six feet in height and threo across, with a sort of air of good fellowship about him, and giving a vague impression somehow of great and abounding wealth. Now a “drifting” sheepman is, gen erally speaking, not very kindly taken to by cattlemen or even by sheep ranch ers. He is a man who may have 10,000, 1 •1,000 or 20,000 slieep, and grow rich off the wool and inuttou without ever own ing a foot of land. But oM man Austell uni! Mrs. Austell were undeniably im pressed by the atmosphere of wealth that went about with Spurr, and when he laid violent siege to Chuinmie’s affeC' Bens he got more or less support from the family—even the boys, who were Jim’s special friends, standing off neU' tral. Jim, linrt and angry, rode over to gee Chummie and demanded that she give that chump his vamoa right stnright. It's hard for a pretty girl who knows her power to accede gracefully and promptly to an order like that, even from the man she loves, and the result Was an angry rupture. For some weeks they never met, and all this time Spurr was staying at the Aastf.ll ranch or camping close to it, pushing his suit with Chummie, and Chummie, with the indiscretion of the Wesker sex, thinking to scare Jim into repentance, allowed herself to be drawn into a sort of promise, which Spurr im mediately fastened upon, sent to San Antonio for an immense diamond soli- biire, and with the support of the old pe*>ph* hnrriod on the marriage, so that liefsxi she realized where she stood the livhtvnod and unhappy girl was actu- putting on ha wedding dress. Ai»l Jim? roe season vnO bed, there had been Un for long; Boggy run was run (•W- Hu* grass wqpdry as tinder and the was lie ginning to suffer. The rtnrp could do where they were—a well rugnkttcd Texas sheep can come as near ^Tensing with drinking water as a wmtucky colonel—but the cattle were up and started out on the trail for the territory.” Jim, who usually *Md with the ehtiep, took charge of the Cal; * e this year. There was a most urn tom fur table soreness in the region of heart, which it seemed somewhat to ana might be more or less worked off in toil of man aging a herd of trail cat- r*; kuuming recalcitrant steers, fighting "IP the bunch to the trail in the face , a “orther, or struggling to prevent or ^ incipient stampede, had been ont on the trail nearly • wwk, and were pretty well op toward the state line, when Bob English rode into their camp one evening. After sxp- pw, when Jim’s two cowboys were not ruling around the herd, getting from bedded down for tho night, Boh re marked confidentially to Jim: “The wed- din’s a-comin off next Thursday. Von done the very thing to jest skip, She’s sorry enough— ' Wood God, Jim! I thought you knew all about it!” In two hours’ time Jim was far from his camp and Bob’s, headed for Boggy run on tho best pony in the saddle hand and leading another, enraing his folly for thinking Cinco too good for so bard a trip. Pour days later, on a Thursday, he rode up to the ranch house door at ®°R£fy ran about noon and threw him self upon the bed withont a word, while Gillespie, equally speechless with amaze ment, arose from his solitary dinner and attended to the used up horses. That evening Jim was saying te Gil- spie (an older man and a hard headed Scotchman), while he blacked his boots vigirously, turned the little ranch house upside down and dragged ont all his own and Gillespie’B entire wardrobe to make a suitable full dress toilet: Let up, John. There’s no nse talkin. I’m goin over there an look at her— that’s all. If this is her own deal an she’s satisfied, why Tm bound to be. If it isn’t—if that little old swelled up prairie dog an the old folks have sort of rushed it iu on her— No, you can't go, nor Billy. I’m just goin by myself, all peaceable an natural.” They were waiting for the preacher at the Austell ranch—he was an hour over due. There was a sort of strained un easiness in the air since Jim’s unexpected arrival, despite his quiet manner and friendly greeting. He only needed one glance at Chum- mie*8 little face, and her look of half ter rified delight would have melted a more •bdurated and injured lover. Presently some lively young spirit ont on a porch exclaimed, “Oh, let’s play hide and seek the moon’s bright as day.” Jim watched Chummie, and, as she crossed a darkened eatry, caught her in his arms an instant, whispering, “Hide out at the far side of the corral—Cinco’s there, hitched.” She slipped around a back way unseen, while Jim walked boldly over in front, and there, behind the 6-foot stockade, they met at CincoV head. “You don’t want him, do you, dar ling?” “Oh, no; oh, no, Jim!” “Will you risk it with me and OfrooT “Oh, yes! Quick!” "They’ll follow. Where’s the saddles and bridles? I’ll put you on RascdL” “All on the back porch—there isn’t time, anyhow—oh. lister.!” Jim lifted the little figure instantly upon Cinco behind the saddle, swept tho bridal rein up from the snag over which ithnng and sprang into the saddle in front of her, and her arms v/ere around BEVERLEY BELL& Hark! Hark! Beverley Bel V' iverley Bella are risking; Are ringing o’er the lea. Their elear tones fill the Hr ill slit chill With slanging meloSy. There’s a white face at a window. There’s a sad heart in the town; le that a bride by the gray firesides T Clad in a wedding gown? •** Ring, Bella of Beverley, King on aa ye rang then; There is no mirth in Heaven or earth. No truth bhilie hearts of menl Hark! Hark! V* ^ Beverley Bells are ringing, . O’er twilit square and street; ST 'Twaa years ago they onoe rang so, V*p And Oh, the dream was sweetl He is net dead, but faithless— She donned her gown in vain: Though her heart may Weak for hie false sake. He will not come again! Ring, Bells of Bsverlay, Ring on aa ye rang then; There is no mirth in heaven or earth. No truthjn tho hearts of menl Hash! Hush! Beverley Bella are dying Upon the still night air; There's a figure at the threshold. There’s a footfall on the stair. Regretting, grieving, yearning For the love of days gone by. He has come at last to redeem tho past— TVhy makes she no reply? Ring, Bells of Beverley, For a broken spirit passed, Fer a weary breast that has found its rest. And a soul at pence at last] —Clifton Bingham in London Theater. MME. DERLINE. very pretty lion She Palmers’ one from „Iered her and resolutely address of M. him. Even while he wheeled Cinco at the corral gate he dashed in and circling once around it drove the horses snorting out before them with swinging quirL Jim thrilled within that encircling gir dle and remembered how once, siding Prince Agcnor was literallv beside himself on Friday, April 19,1889, at the opera during the second act of “Sigurd.” The prince hurried from box to box, and his enthusiasm kept growing. •That blond! Ah! That blond! She’s an ideal, that blondt Look at that blond! Do you know that blond?” At last he found Palmer, the banker. “The name, the name of that blond in the Sainte-Mesmaa box?” “Mine. Derline.” “Is there a M. Derline?” “Assuredly—a notary—my notary— the Sainte-Mesmes’ notary. And if you you want to see Mine. Derline closer come to my bouse to the ball next Thurs day. She will he there.” After the opera, when people were go ing ent, the prince took a position at the I loot of the grand staircase. He had en- | bopped tWo of his friends. I "Come,” he said to them, “I want to riiewyonthe most beautiful woman in fcaris.” JOst as he said that there was stand- hig within two paces of the prince an alert young man attached to one of the morning newspapers, a newspaper widely ■end. This young man had a sharp ear. He caught as it flew the expression of Prince Agenor, whose high position in society he knew. Ho managed to avoid meeting the prince, hut when Mme. Der line was about i-) pars the young re porter was clv-vur enough to overhear, withont losing a single word, the con versation of toe three brilliant noble men. Mme. Derline arose the next morning over from Boggy run, he had foupd her I at 8 o’clock. Her maid came in, placed afoot at the far end of the ranch, Rascal I a ealver on a little table, lit a big fire in having given her the slip; how he had I the open grate and withdrew. There taken her up behind him on Cinco, and I were on the salver a cup of chocolate how he had grievously spa .Ted and mis- and a newspaper—the same thing every treated that unoffending and astonished morning. friend, and put him into a dead run for j Mme. Derline touched the rim of the the rare delight of feeling thoee shy I cup to her lips and burned herself. So arms about them. she had to wait awhile. She put down It would have been prudent to start I the cup, took the paper, unfolded it, and north and circle round to the trail, rapidly, with a look, rau through the avoiding the house. Bnt it wouldn’t I six column:; on tlu !ir.-.t page. At the have been Jim—nor it wouldn’t haw I bottom, at the very bottom of the sixvh been Texas. When ho felt himself in I column, she found these lines: that sweet clasp, so long desired, so “Last night there was a very brilliant barely snatched and won at last when representation of ‘Sigurd’ at the opera, it would seem lost for good, with thoso I Many of the most distinguished women frightened arms clinging abont him, I of fashion were there—the handsome the small hands locking themselves to- Duchesse de Montaiglou, the pretty gether below his heart, Jim felt like a Comtesse Verdiniere de Lardac, the ad- warrior god. mirable Marquise de Muriel and the pi- Touching Cinco with the spurs, ho quant Baroness de Myrvoix. sprang forward and dashed down the I “We have to announce a new star trail, close behind the string of clatter that has suddenly come to shine in the ing, snorting saddle ponies, right past I Parisian constellation. The house was tho open front door and the whole as- in ecstasies over a blond with sad eyes, sembled company, in the clear white I with eyes like steel, and whose shoul- light of a Texas full moon. As they ders—ah! what shoulders! Those shonl- came up to too group, Jim, in a reckless I ders were the event of the evening. On burst of unrestrainable delight and 1 all sides people were asking: ‘Who is triumph, rose in the stirrups, and, swibg-l she? 1 ‘Who is she?* ‘To whom belong ing his hat, remarked in too tone of an I those divine shoulders?’ intoxicated steam whistle, “Whirr—oo “To whom? We know, and our read- oo—irp! Whooirp! Whoo—oo—ooevf ere will thank us for telling them toe Translated freely this reads, “Goto name of this marvelous beauty—it is Halifax! I have got you now! Let’s Mme. Derline.” eee you help yourselves!” And so the I Her name! She bad read her name! gentlemen to whom it was addressed re-1 She grew dizzy. Her eyes creased each ceived it. But Cinco accepted it as only 1 other. All the letters of toe alphabet regular, straightout horse talk—^the most [seemed to dance like mad in the news- pressing form of exhortation to “git” paper. After awhile they grew quieter, Iraown to his tribe, and he “got” forth- stopped and got back into their places, with. She managed to find it again—her name The ponies scattered out and let them I — nn d took up her reading: pass. Several of the older and soberer I -it is Mme. Derline, toe wife of one of ones, pausing to question and debate a I the most esteemed and richest notaries little, were caught and saddled, and toe 1 c f Paris. The Prince de Nsrins, whose Austell boys and some others followed WO rd carries authority in these matters, over to Boggy ran. Gillespie come ont | said last night to every one be met, and told them, with the grim, chuck- *rhat is the moot beautiful woman in ling enjoyment of a sober old fellow I Paris.’ We are entirely of that opinion.' over a beloved youngster’s dashing I she finished reading, and a sadden prank, that Jim and Chummy, on Cinco I anxiety seized her. and Gillespie’s best pony, had ridden I "Edward? What will Edward say?” down to be married at Del Rio and take I Edward was her husband. She had the morning train to Uvalde, where J in her life colled any other man Jim’s people live. J »Wn her husband by bis first name. He Jim and Chummie could afford to be I wa s loved, this notary, and almost at magnanimous and say nothing to the j gm moment she asked herself what Ed- old folks, when we heard last week that I wa rd would say Edward hurriedly Spurr was living meekly at Dallas with I opened toe door. a very aggressive wife and four ohil- f -why do these newspaper men med- dren that cam* out from the east seme-1 gfo hi w hat doesn’t concern them? This where and rounded upondcorroled that I ^ an outrage! Your name! Look at it E y butterfly.—Alice MacGowan in feere; your name in this paper!” tteburg Dispatch. I Mme. Derline very sweetly and gently — I set about bringing this rebel to reason. A Proud Groom. I “Why this rage, this great vexation? A fow days since a verdant youth I They accuse yoti of being toe husband with his blushing bride arrived at one of ^ m ost beautiful woman in Paris, the hotels of Brighton and immediately jg g^t, then, so horrible, a misfortune so registered his name as “S. B. Jones and Wg htful?” lady on a bridal tower.”—London Tit- Reduced to obedience, M. Derline went down stairs to his office to make money for toe most beautiful woman in Paris. A very wise and a very timely occu- E tion, because scarcely bad Mme. De~ io been left alone when a thought fitw into her head that would rid the notary’s strong box of a bundle of bank notes. It seemed to her that her imposed new duties upon could not present herself at ' ball without a hew dress a celebrated hand. So she carriage in toe afternoon gave her coachman the Arthur, one of the mos$ illustrious dressmakers in Paris. “Oh, madame, a ball drCee—a splen did gown for Thursday,” said that au gust dignitary; “I don’t dare make such a promise, because I could not fulfill >. There are responsibilities to which I never expose myself” Two tears, two little tears, glistened on the edge of her lashes. M. Arthur felt himself moved. A woman, a pretty woman, weeping there before him. Ne ver had such homager been paid to his genius. “MonDieu, madame, l am anxious to make the effort—a very simple dress” “Oh, no, not simple; on the contrary, very striking—brilliant . in the highest l, degree. Two of my friends are your customers” (toe told Sim toeir names) I “and I, I am Mme. Deriine* “Mme. Derline! You are Mme. Der line!” It was theatrical, absolutely theat rical. Mme. Derline returned the next day and toe next after that, and every day until the eve of the famous Thursday, and every time she .went back, while waiting her turn to try on her gown, she ordered dresses, very plain, but never theless costing 700 to 800 franca. Nor was that all. The day of the first visit to M. Arthur, when Mme. Derline walked ont of the fine place toe was grieved, absolutely grieved at the sight of her coupe. It had been her mother- in-law’s coape and had tolled around the streets of Paris for fifteen years. Mme. Derline only entered this shock ing conpe to be driven to a very illus trious carriage maker’s. That night, adroitly seizing the psy chological moment, toe explained to M. Derline that she had Been a certain litt1« black coupe, linod with deep blue satin, that would divinely frame her new gowns. The coupe was bought next day by M. Derline, who himself began to realize the extent of his new duties. But next day he saw it was impossible to harness to that pretty toy of a coupe the old horse that drew the old carriage, and le to put on the box the old coachman riho drove the old horse. That is why on Thursday, April 25, at 10:30 p. m., a very handsome sorrel mare, driven by a very correct English coachman, drew M. rurd Mme. Derline to the Palmers' house. Nevertheless, yet one thing was lacking—a little groom by the English, coaohman’s side. But one most nse a certain discretion. The most beautiful woman in Paris proposed to wait for ten days before asking for the little groom. While toe mounted the staircase at the Palmers’ toe distinctly heard the repeated little'tilows of her heartbeats. Sho entered, and for the first minute she enjoyed the delicious sensation of suc cess. Yes, decidedly all went well. She was in the way of having all Paris at her feet. And sure of herself, more confident, more courageous, more rash, toe advanced, leaning on M. Palmer’s ann, who introduced her ou the way to counts, marquises and dukes. Palmer suddenly said to her: “I am anxious to present to you one of yonr greatest admirers, who the other night at the opera conld talk of nothing else bnt yonr beanty—the Prince de Nerins.” Mme. Derline was not to see the Prince de Nerins that night. Neverthe less he had counted surely on going to Palmer’s house and presiding at the apotheosis of bis notary’s wife. Bnt he dined at his clnb and permitted himself to be persuaded to go to a first per form an ce at a small theater. They played an operetta cast in the classic mold. The principal character was a young queen, who was always escorted by four regulation ladies of honor. Three of these young ladies were well known to first nighters as having figured in a good many finales of operettas and in not a few processions of fairies. Bnt the fourth—oh, the fourth! She was new, a magnificent brunette of the most surprising beanty. When the audience was leaving, Prince de Nerins said to every one who would listen to him: “That brunette! Hein! That brunette! There’s nothing like her in any other theater. She’s the most beautiful wo man in Paris. The most beautiful. The next morning Mme. Derline found in the fashionable intelligence of her newspaper ten lines abont the Palmers’ ball. The marchionesses, the countesses and the duchesses who were there were named, bnt of her, Mme. Derline, not word—not one word. And to make it worse, he who wrote abont the theatrical performance landed in enthusiastic terms the beauty of the ideal lady of honor and said, “Moreover, the Prince de Nerins declared that in contestably MUei Miranda was the most beautiful woman in Paris.” Mm Derline threw the paper in the fire. She did not wish her husband to know that she was no longer the most beautiful woman in Paris. Nevertheless toe held on to the great dressmaker and the English coachman THE PLAYMATES. Who are thy playmates, boy? “My favorite is Joy, Who brings with him Ida sister Peace, to stay The livelong day. I love them both; bat he Is mortt to me.” And where thy playmates now, O man of sober brow? “AlesI dear Joy, the merriest is dead. Bat I have wed Peace; and oar babe, a boy. Newborn, is Joy.” —J. B. TUI in Harper’s Young People. ALL FOR SCIENCE. Bits. Delicately Put. Young Lady (trying to steer)—Why, this boat acts very queerly, seems to me. Boatman (gently)—I guess too feels a strange hand at the helm.—Now York but toe has never dared to ask for the little groom.—Translated from the French of Ludovig Halevy for the New York World. Unjust to Visiting Pastors. Ministers who accept an invitation to occupy a pulpit for a Sunday or two during a pastor’s vacation have a right to expect that their compensation shall be commensurate with the ability of the church. When the pastor receives two or three thousand a year it is hardly fair to pat “the supply” off with a ten dollar bill We have known of ministers who, having accepted an urgent invitation to occupy a pulpit, have not received a ■urn that they would offer to the brother who has preached for them at home during their absence, and they were ont of pocket their traveling expenses.— Watchman. A few years ago the Magrnders lived in Beiford, and Mrs. Magruder, who was an enthusiastic amateur doctor, used to teach a class of female friends the rudiments of physiology. At that time Magruder was in business, and as he generally came home tired he had a habit of lying on the np stairs sitting room sofa in the evening for the pur pose of taking a nap. Several times when he did so and Mrs. Magruder had some friends with her down stairs he noticed upon awaking that there was a peculiar heaviness in hia head and a queer smell of drags in the room. When he questioned Mrs. Magrnder abont it she invariably col ored and looked confnsed and said he most have eaten something which had disagreed with him. Ultimately the suspicions of Magruder were aroused. He suspected something wrong. A horrible thought crossed his mind that Mrs. Magruder intended to poison him for bis skeleton—to sacrifice him so that she could dangle his bones on a string before her class, and explain to the seekers after medical truth the peculiarities of construction which en abled tba framework of her husband to move in society. So Magruder revealed his suspicions to his brother, and engaged to secrete himself in a cupboard in the room while he took his usual nap on a certain even ing upon the sofa. When that night arrived Mrs.-Ma- gruder pretended to have a “sewing cir cle” in the parlor, while her husband went to sleep np stairs in the sitting room with that vigilant relative of his on guard. About 9 o’clock Mr. Magradw’s broth er was surprised to observe Mss. Ma grnder softly stealing upstairs, with tbs members of the “sowing ciw^u” (bllevs- ing her noiselessly in single fika £ti her hand Mrs. Magrnder carried a wltxno. If her brother-in-law had conoeivhd the idea that the book might contain tho tender strains of some sweet singer amid whose glowing imagery this wom an reveled with the ecstasy of a sen sitive nature, he would have been mis taken, for the work was entitled “Thompson on the Nervous System,” while those lines traced in a delicate fe male hand upon the perfumed note paper carried l>y Mrs. Magruder, so faT from embodying an expression af the gentlest and most sacred emotions of her bosom, were merely a diagnosis of an aggravated case of fatty degeneration of the heart. When the whole party had entered the room Mrs. Magruder closed the door and applied chloroform to her husband's nose. As soon as he became completely insensible the sewing in the hands of the ladies was qnickly laid aside, and to Ma grader’s secreted brother was disclosed the alarming fact that this was her class. Mrs. Magrnder began her leohire with some very able remarks upon the nervous system, and in order to deinon strate her meaning more plainly she at tached a galvanic battery to her hus band’s toes so that she might make him wriggle before the class. And he did wriggle. Mrs. Magrnder gave him a dozen or two shocks and poked him with raler to make him jump, while the others stood in a semicircle with note books in their hands and exclaimed, ‘How very interesting!” Magruder’s brother thought it awful, bnt he was afraid to come ont when he reflected that they might want two skeletons. Mrs. Magruder then said that she would pursue this branch of the investigation no farther at that mo ment, because Mr. Magruder’s system was somewhat debilitated in oonae quence of an overdose of chlorate of potash, which she had administered in his coffee upon the previous day for the purpose of testing the strength of the drag. Mrs. Magruder then proceeded to quiz” the class concerning the general construction of her husband. She said, for instance, that she had won what was called the heart of Mr. Magrnder, and she asked the students what it was that she had really won. Why, the cardia, of course,” said the class. “It is an azygous muscle of an irregular pyramid shape, situated obliquely and a little to the left side of the chest, and it rests on the dia phragm.” One fair young thing said that it did not rest on the diaphragm. Another one said she would bet a quart of paregoric it did, and until the dispute was settled by the professor Magruder’s brother’s hair stood on end with fear lest they should go to probing inside of Ma^vuder with a butcher’s knife and a lata tern for the purpose of determining the asfeuai condition of affairs respecting Ms dia phragm. Mrs. Magrnder continued. Bhe ex plained that when she accepted Mr. Magruder he seized her hand, and she required the class to explain what it was that Mr. Magruder actually had hold of. The students replied that he held in his grip twenty-seven distinct bones, among which might he mentioned the phalanges, the carpus and the meta carpus. The beautiful creature who was incredulous concerning the diaphragm suggested that he also had hodd of the deltoid. But the others scornfully sug gested that the deltoid was a muscle. The discussion became so exciting that lancets were drawn, and there seemed to be a prospect of bloodshed when the teacher interfered and demanded of the girl who had begun to cry about the deltoid what was tho resnlt when Mr. Magrnder kissed her. “Why, merely n contraction of the orbiculftiris oris muscle, thus,” said the student as she leaued over and kissed Mr. Magruder. Magruder’s brother in the cupboard thought maybe it wasn’t so very solemn for Mr. Magrnder after all. He con sidered this portion of the exorcises in a certain sense soothing. Bnt all the stu dents said it was perfectly scandalous, and Mrs. Magrnder, after informing the offender that hereafter when illustration of any point of the lesson was needed it would be supplied by herself, ordered her to go to the foot of the class and to learn eighty new bones as a punish ment. “Do yon hear me, miss?” demanded Mrs. Magrnder when she perceived that that contractor of tho orbicularis oris muscle did not budge. Yes,” sho said “I am conscious of a vibration striking against themembraua tympanum, and being transmitted through the labyrinth until it agitates the auditory nerve, which conveys the impression to the brain.” Correct,” said tho professor. “Then obey me, or I will call my biceps and flexors and scapularisinto action and put you in your place by force.” Yes, and we will help her with our spinatns and infraspiralis,” exclaimed the rest of the mass. Magruder’s brother in the gloom of his cupboard did not comprehend the character of these threats, but ho had a vague idea that the life of that lovely young sawbones was menaced by fire arms and other engines of war of a peculiarly deadly description. Ho felt that the punishment was too severe for the crime. Magrnder himself, he was convince^, would have regarded that orbicularis operation with courageous fortitude and heroic composnre. Mrs. Magruder then proceeded to give the class practice in certain operations in medical treatment. She vaccinated Magrnder on the left arm, while one of the students bled his right arm and showed her companions how to tie up a vein. They applied leeches to his nose under the professor’s instructions; they cupped him on the shoulder blades; they exercised themselves in spreading mus tard plasters on his hack; they timed his pulsei they held out his tongne with pfo>chorq and examined it with a micro- two or three enthusiastic hov«jng round Magrv d**r'f saw autl a carvfrg knife until ’p brother in retirement in the shuddered with apprehonsion. Magruder began to revive. He fcwrned ever; he sat up; he stared wildly at the dompany; he looked at his wife; then he sank back upon the sofa and said to l»er in a feeble voice: “Henrietta, somehow or other I feel awfully funny.” Funny! Magruder’s brother con sidered that after the performance of the class Magruder ought to feel funny enongh to edit a comic paper. He emerged from the cupboard, and seizing chair determined to tell the whole story. Mrs. Magrnder and the class screamed, bnt he proceeded. Then np rose Magrnder and discussed the subject with vehemence, while his brother brandished his chair and joined in the chorus. Mrs. Magruder and the class cried, and said Mr Magruder was a brute and had no love for science. But Mr. Mo- grader said that as for himself, “Hang science!” when a woman became infatuated with it as to chop up her husband to help it along. And his brother said that he ought to pat it in even stronger terms than that.—Yankee Blade. EXIT WEAVER AND MR8. LEASH GOE8 WITH HIM. THEY QUIT THE STATE. The Viliifier of the South Says he Wasn’t Treated Right-Well If he Expected Georgians “To Come on Bended Knees,’’ he Evi dently Didn't Receive the Treatment he Expected. Weaver and Mis. Lease have shaken the duat of Georgia off their feet. And have cancelled all their engage* menta in Georgia and South Carolina. They came expecting a very enthu siastic reception, but they didn’t get it. General Weaver says he was treated badly, but this arose probably from the fact that he was expecting the people “to come on bended knees” to ask bis forgiveness. He alleged as his reasons for leaving Georgia that he could not secure a de cent hearing and that further speaking would subject him snd Mrs. Lease to indignities they would notatand. He was to have spoken in Atlanta Friday morning and Friday night, but refused to do so, although Gov. Northen, Chairman Atkinson, and Chief Con nolly, of the Atlanta police foroe, all guaranteed him a quiet hearing. The truth of the business is that Weaver had accomplished his mission, and the probability-is that the egg thrown at him was thrown by one of his own followers for political follow ers for political purposes. He will now go north and fabricate statements in the interest of his best friend, the Re publican party. Let him go, he can’t hurt the party of Jeffer son by any of bis statements. Tne Athens meeting for tomorrow will not be addressed by General Weaver. For this relief from being bored, much thanks. Go to T. G. Hadaway’s stand for Re ceiver’s goods. Everything in Sad dles and Harness to be sold at onoe. Nests of Water Birds. With all birds, so far as I am able to learn, the exit is a point of observation for the sitter, from which it can get a view of friends and foes. The owls and hawkB from an elevated position con command a fine view of the surround ings. With all aquatic birds the sitter almost invariably occupies a position presenting toward the water. Shore birds, as the sandpipers, rest on their nests in a position to best view the stream or pond. Rails- and gallinnles face the water, the latter usually build ing so that they can plunge from their homes directly into their favorite chan nels. The loen, which builds or rather forms its nest away ont from shore in a mass of vegetable matter, usually the founda tion of an old muskrat’s house, invari ably faces the open deep water. From that position it can slide into the lake at a second’s notice. Any one can prove this position Of ‘ he lOOn by examining the premises when the owner is away. The nest proper is m troughlike depres sion, evidently formed by the bird’s ef forts at hollowing rather than in build ing up the sides. This oblong depres sion is feet long and over 10 inches wide, and the eggs are always placed from three-fifths to two-thirds of the dis tance from the front end.—Science. OCONEE STREET CHURCH. The Protracted Meeting Qrows in In terest With Each Service, A series of meetings have been in progress during the week and are as- umirg very interesting proportion. Rev. Mr. Ansley, of Greensboro, preached a powerful sermon Friday night, and after an earnest exhortation by Dr. Kendall, a large number of per sons kneeled at the altar for prayer. Three services are held a‘day, prayer meeting at 10 a. m., a children’s service at 4 p. m., and preaching at night. Rev. Mr. Ansley has been an aotive worker in the meeting duriag the week, asaluoRiv. J. B. Allen, of White Plains, and R> v. R. B O. English, of Carneaville. Each of these ministers have preached impreisive sermons. The meeting will continue next week. Revs. Messrs. England and Ansley will be compelled to return to their homes, but R-jv- Mr. Rorie, the ptstor will be assisted by Rev. J. B. Allen and Rev. W. R. Branham. Mr. Branham was formerly a pastor of this church and is well known in the city. All Christians are cordially invited to come out and take part is the work. It is the earnest desire and prayer of many earnest Christians that a sweep ing revival may spread over the city and that scores of sinners may be con verted. IM t Homelike Greeting. •Homs once more!” muttered the weary man as he leaned on his well worn staff and surveyed the village. “The has hitherto buoyed me up sfttiSMk deserts me, and I gaze aseund at the Btrange faces and shops ttathaqg sprang up in the streets. How dtffereHtfr everything from what I left it when a boy! Where is the old familiar baker’s cbop around the corner outside of which we used to spin our tops? Where the cheery old wheelwright? And—can it be possible—they have pulled down the church and built a” “Now, then, git ont o’ this!” said the policeman. “Muddleton ain’t the place for the Hkes o’.you!" “Muddleton!” exchoed the weary trav eler. “Where’s Puddleton, then?” “Twenty mile on.” 4pd so it was. He had mistaken the road and.eome to the wrong village.— London Tit-Bits. Doubly Terrible. Little Dick—Why ore you girls so | afraid of bats? Little I)ot—Ooo! A bat is a moose on wga.—Good LNowb. BOB FITZSIMMONS. How the Champion Middle Weight Prize fighter Passes Away Some of His Leisure Hours. While be has gained such a rep. for prize fighting, be has not forgotten his trade—that of horse shoeing—which he takes great pride in and at which he ig an expert. While in Athens the other day, he went down to Klein & Martin’s Bhops and spent some two cr three hours working at the forge. He made several fine shoes, one of which he gave to them. Mr. Martin says that he prizeBit very much, and intends to have it plated and keep it in rememberance of Mr. Fitzsimmons. In talking to Mr, Fitzsimmons bo remarked to the report er that he was surprised to find a shoe ing shop as well equipped and doing such a class of shoeing as Klein & Mar tin are doing at their shops, for asagen- eral thing there is bnt little attention given to first-class shoeing in the South. BEATING THE CITY. The Country Butchers Sen Outside the Limits. Athens has got a license on every thing that is sold in the city, and the police are continually on the lookout for any oue who breaks this law. The country butchers, however, beat the laws and the public. They kill their meat, bring it to the city limits and send in the city for one of the butchers to come out and huy what they have on band. The l»walso says that you Jean kill 8nd sell without license any lambs sr pigs raked on your own place. One of these country butchers has only one old ewe, and has sold twenty-six nice fat lambs of his own raising. The city has no way to get at these fellows. Just how an alterative medioine cle anses the system is an open question; bet Ayer’s Sarsaparilla does produce a radical change in the blood is well attest ed on all sides. It is everywhere con sidered the best remedy for blood disorders.
