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. K, ‘- ,S ’ ATHENS. GA.,TUESDAY MORN INC . NOVEMBER 15,1892. $1.00 A YEAR TENNYSON. “Sim ct and evening star, i,l one clear call for me; \nii may there lie no moaning of the bar Win n I put ont to sea.” There was no moaning of the bar. Oh. singer lost from eight, whim ont beyond our evening star, I ten lb drifted thee to light. Black was the pilot at the helm; Hark gloomed the hither shore; ' But never wave could overwhelm. The land that gleamed before. 1 ,.yond these voices there Is peace! Life fills thy cup today! ymni pain and weariness surcease They find who liana this wayl Oli. laureled at the head and feet! We cannot call thee deadl Our hearts repeat thy music sweet. And we nre comforted. —Margaret E. Sangater In Harper’s Bazar. A FAMILY FEUD. Those two rival families repeated on a uniat 1 scale the discords of the Mon tagues and Capnlets, only, with dne re gard to tite civilization of the times, in stead of spilling blood, they spilled money. Instead of dead relatives, there had been many lawsuits, long and en tangled: they went to law for spite, for resentment, for anger; they kept at law with that obstinate delight in litigation winch is one of the joys of provincial life As usual it was a question of trifles—a st ream of water that had taken a wrong direction; an unruly goat that had leaped from the field of one into the field of the other; some obscure and st it j >id potatoes which, spreading them selves underground, had disregarded the boundaries. Upon this showered legal documents. Tne lawyers toiled to write in that style ct theirs—the last relic of barbarous in- vastons; judgments were multiplied: lawsuits grew complicated. The two advocates rubbed their hands for joy, and from the aspect of things were sure of transmitting, as a valuable inheri tance. those quarrels to their sons. How the enmity between Pasquali and the Derioca families had been cansed could not be clearly learned: affirmation va- r.ed on oue and the other side. But it was a deep and declared enmity. Being neighbors in town and in the country they frequeptly met, looking askance at each other; the women heard mass in two different churches; if the Dericca girls wore blue gowns the Pasquali girls at once pnt on pink ones; in the muiiicipiT. council the Pasquali were always conservative and the Dericca, naturally, radical; that which one did the other would not do for a thousand sendi; where one went the other did not appear. And then gossip, evil speaking, complaints, eagerness for scandal, malignity: in short, all that out fit of pleasing things which take place jti urovincial towns between two rival families. On the top of ull this Carlo, the eldest sou of the Pasquali, and Mariu. the second daughter of the Dericca. thought it best to fall in love witii each other. Love in a small town has not much variety. Usually it begins in childhood, continues amid games of blindman's buff, is apt to manifest itself in social dancing parties and round games and is always ratified by the parish priest and the mayor. These loves are recognized, superintended, established, registered in the household comings and goings; pro tected by grumbling grandfathers and by priestly uncles; loves without nerves, without tears, without tendernesses and fancies; souiethiug extremely calm and slow—the crystallization of love. But Carlo Pasquali had bad the incompara ble fortune to pass, once, a fortnight at Naples, which made him look with scorn upon provincial customs; and Maria Dericca at night, by feeble lamp, had wept over ths hapless heroines of .Mastriani, and ’had envied them in their fantastic passions; therefore for these two was required an exceptional Jove. First it was a furtive glance; a softly murmured word, yet heard with singular perception by her who should hear it; a carnation pink fallen from a balcony by reason of the wind of course; a sudden pallor of his, a sudden blnsh of hers; then, by the armed intervention of a rogue of a fifteen-year-old girl who came with a flatiron to smooth Maria’s linen and the coarse of true love at the same time—a note and a brief reply; a little letter, a long letter, and finally those voluminous epistles of eight or ten sheets of note paper which mark the highest point of the folly of love. Alas! The joy of the yonng people was brief, and sorrow rapidly arrived to destroy it. They were seen, spied, the news reached their respective papas, and all the thunderbolts of paternal wrath, imbittered by elevei lawsuits, fell upon the heads of the poor lovers. The bal cony windows were closed, the bolts were fastened on the terrace doors, the carnation pinks on the bush were count ed, walks were forbidden, or at least made without previous notice, the hoar ol going to mass varied each Sunday but those two continued to love each other. Rebuffs, exhortations, prohibitions, difficulties availed only to inflame their love. At night, in the winter, Maria arose, dressed herself, wrapped herself in a shawl, and in slippers, with bated breath, trembling for fear, descended tiie stairs to a window of the first floor: the young friend waa in the street, lean ing against the wail. So they talked for two or three hours without caring for the cold, the rain or the loss of sleep; they talked without seeing each other, from a distance of five meters of alti tude, becoming silent at every sound of a passer, then cautiously resuming their discourse, with the continual fear that Maria’s parents might arouse and find her in that aerial colloquy. But what did it all matter to them? They had within their hearts sunshine, light, springtime, courage, enthusiasm. If the king had come they would not have moved. Instead, the brother of Maria, one night when he could not sleep, arose from his bed and found the door ajar, went down the stairs, heard ft murmur, and caught his sister in the f* He oncerenenioasly barred the shutters in the face of Catlo, gave Maria a resounding box on tbeear, and brought her to her room. Next morning the small window on the first floor was walled up. Oh, all ye faithfnl lovers, who grieTe amid the pains of thwarted love, imagine the despair of those two! Their letters were no longer legibly, for tears blotted the words; rows of exclamation points, that looked like Prussian soldiers under arms, followed the daily imprecations against fortune, destiny, fate and other impersonal beings incapable of resenting them; a tnousand fantastic plans "were created and then rejected. Carlo would have liked to elope with Maria, but hie father allowed him no money, and it would have been difficult to pnt together the nine lire and fifty centesimi for two tickets for the journey to Naples; they thought for a moment of snicide, but found that it wonld not solve the diffi culty. Then, in the long run, their love became systematic, the imprecations were always the same, and they could not go to their beds without having ••poured forth upon the faithful paper the fullness of their grief.” In the town nothing was talked of bnt their unshakable love and their torments: they were the objects of general inter est; if a Neapolitan arrived, the towns folk took him to see the rninsof the amphitheater, and related the case of Carlo and Maria. Therefore the yonng people, flattered in their amonr propre, assumed the behavior fitting to the cir cumstances—Maria was always pale, with a melancholy air, never smiling, always talking to her girl friends about her joyless days, refnsing to amnse her self. content to resemble in all respects one of Mastriani's heroines. Carlo took lonely walks, was always deeply depressed; at balls, be never moved ont of a corner, coutent that they murmured around him, “Poor young man; that unfortunate love affair sad dens his lifel” in society, at small fes tivities, in visits, with the unwarying monotony of the province, the discourse always retnrned upon the subject of the two lovers. Carlo and Maria bore with dignity the burden of their popularity. Finally, after I dou’t know how many years—four or five, it seems to me—of this continual struggle, of daily weep ing. of long, long love maintained alive by dissensions, the aspect of things changed. There was a worthy person— there still are such—who with many ef forts of eloquence persuaded the parents FRONTIER JUSTICE. . Fiddlers was excited, not that there was anything extraordinary in that; for the Flat was in a normal condition of ex citement over one thing or another every hour in the day and vented it in mhch drinking, loud talking and fighting, but on this particular occasion' the excite ment was of a nnique order, that in its still intensity chilled and -silenced the mob of men that crowded in and close about the- doors of the Mary’s Eyes saloon and gambling house, the pro prietor of which. Velvet Jack, was at that moment being tried for his.life'be- fore that most terrible of earthly courts. Judge Lynch. It was not the first Wiling at the Flat. This shooting scrape was only one of dozens of others daring the five months of Fiddlers’ existence, bnt the' victim was a peculiarly inoffensive creature known as ’’Mud” to the camp. He had. no other name that they knew of, and had earned his sobriquet by bis unfail ing ill lack .at the gaming tables, and his equally unfailing remark as he rose penniless from his bout with the tiger, “Waal, my name’s mnd again;” bnt on this particular occasion Mud's luck had run his way, and he had sat hour after hour at the little oblong faro table since the night before, and won with unfail ing regularity through every deaL Velvet himself had the shift at deal when Mnd had won the last ounce in the “bank roll,” and as the lucky player rose from his seat opposite him, the gambler had without a word shot him through the heart The cold fiendish ness of the - act was too much for the nerves even of Fiddlers, and the camp rose to a man and cried 1 aloud for ven geance. They were waiting now for the sentence. Long Smith was the judge. He occupied a chair placed on a faro table at one end of the long, nar row cabin, the identical chair that Vel vet sat in when he shot Mnd. Velvet 6at a little to his left, a guard at either side on his right, the hastily chosen jury of twelve sat or stood, and beyond a rope stretched across the room was the silent, expectant crowd. The evi dence was all in and Long Smith was settling himself down into a comfortable position to listen to coangel for defense, tacne, remarueu tiiarne was atways ue- lighted to please a lady, but that under the circumstances he could not see any- j thing to be gained by it. He had in fact i pleaded guilty in the first place, and all I that remained for the judge was to pass sentence, bnt that as they had insisted on trying him once to please themselves, they might as well try him again to • please the lady! There was a murmur of approval at this sentiment from the audience, which was sternly checked by the court. The widow had been dipping ANDY'S BESSIE. Ono beautiful afternoon a few days after Davie Gillespie’s visit 1 turned into Secon t avenne from a cross street to see .Sandy MacVab about some committee bnsim a for a Caledonian club picnic. Just i-ofora I reached the shoeshop, how ever, a litcle girl emerged from the threap of passersby and entered the door. She was a thin, pale, pony child 8nnff and e^fng Velvet during his and * of the kind the cities breed, stoop that by the lawsuits they were losing i when Velvet suddenjy rose -to his feet property and much of it, as witness the J an d said: two advocates who had grown rich at the expense of their clieuts; that those two young people were pining and wonld go into a decline because of that thwart ed love; the houses were side by side and the estates contiguous; Christ for gave, and they must forgive if they wished to find forgiveness. He said so much and so many other persons, moved by the example, interposed that the questions came to a compromise which had as its first chapter the marriage of Carlo and Maria. Here, surely, every one will suppose that the young people were greatly con soled, and will suppose truly—bnt ray obligation as*a sincere story teller con strains me to say that in their first free colloquy reigned a great embarrassment. They were accustomed to see each other at a distance by stealth; to speak from a first floor window down to the street in the darkness, disgnising or smother ing their voices; they found themselves quite different, perhaps a little ridicu lous; they had no subjects of conversa tion, they were often silent, hastening in their thoughts the hour when they should quit each other. There were no more imprecations and tears to be mingled with the ink; they no longer wrote to each other. Every thing. was free, smooth, easy for their af fection; they were not obliged to think of subtleties by which to evade the vigi lance of their elders; they took no more pleasure in murmuring a few words in secret; they made no more daring proj ects for the future. They would be married prosaically, without obstacles, like so many other silly couples. The townsfolk no longer took thonght of them; the wonder and the comments on the marriage once over. Carlo and Maris no longer awoke attention, were no longer talked about; their behavior was noted no more; they ceased to be point ed ont as an example of fidelity. 'Now all eyes were fixed on the eyes of the pretor, who was accused of too great partiality for the vice attorney—a tori- ons piece of business. The two lovers felt themselves for saken—a great coolness arose between them. Carlo found that the virtues of his fiancee, those virtues which shone in her letters, were dimmed by the atmos phere of home. Maria frequently thought that Carlo was rather commonplace in his tastes, and to that end, with a stupid marriage, so tempestuous a love was un worthy a reader of Mastriani. A few lively remarks passed between them in regard to “illusions contradicted by the reality,” about “mirages,” “optical de lusions” and similar pin pricks; a quar rel ensued, then two, then they became a daily occurrence. One evening Maria said with an irritated tone: “Carlo, let us leave it off. “Let us,” he replied without hesita tion. And the next day he set off on a jour ney for the improvement of his mind; Maria went to Naples, to the house of a cousin, to fish for a heroic husband. The families had a new falling out; Ma ria’s father had an opening made for a window which overlooked his neighbor's courtyard; the latter, in order to annoy him, built a dove cote of which the doves ran about everywhere; immedi ately there was a summons, a second, a third, the lawsuits began again, and this time, the advocates said, smiling, without hope of any compromise.— Translated from the Italian of Matilde Serao by E. Oavazxa for Short Stones. Didn’t Dare Do Otherwise, . Clara—How did yon come to accept M Dora^rhad to. He proposed to me in a boat when out rowing, and he got ■o agitated I was afraid we d npaefc— Tit-Bita “See here, boys, what's the use of going on with this monkey business any longer? 1 shot Mud and you’ve determined that 1 must hang. Can’t yon drop this and take me ont and hang me and be done with.it, instead of torturing me with all this nonsense. You know you’re only doing it to amnse yourselves.” The eyes of every than in the crowd were fixed on the prisoner' daring this speech, then turned expectantly to the judge.. “Pris’ne'r et the bar, yer bein tried fer murder by the only kin o’er co’t this yer kentry hez. Ef there’s enythin ye hev ter say yer’ll hev er chance ter say it furder on.” There was a murmur of approval from, the audience, and coun sel for the defense went on with his ar gument, followed by the counsel for the prosecution. The court summed up and charged the jury, which without a mo ment’s hesitation returned a verdict of guilty. The judge arose from his chair and said, “Velvet, yer gone in;” there was no further assumption of judicial digni ty; it dropped from him as one drops a cloak from his shoulders; “ther boys hev giv’ ye a squar deal, which’s'more’h ye giv' Mnd, ’n ye’ll hev ter go under. What hev ye got ter say agin it?” Velvet smiled and shook his head. “You’ve got the drep on me, 1 reckon,” he said, “and I can’t kick.” Just at this moment there was a strug gle as of some one trying to force an en trance through the crowd at the door, and the shrill tones of a woman’s voice could be heard demanding access to the court that was trying the man who had killed her’s. I’m Mud’s wife,” she insisted in shrill, shaky voice. Oh, 1 know what yer nicknamed him. His ’n my name’s Dobbs, ’n he were a good nuff man most ways, ’n I want ter see the man what killed him lef me er lone widder rite in the prime er life.” The relict of the late Mud was at the bar of the court by this time. She was tall, augular woman of forty or so, dressed in rusty black, with an im mense calico sunbonnet that projected over her face like a section of stovepipe and effectually concealed her features. The eyes were bright and keen though, and swept quick glances from prisoner to jndge and jnry. The court ordered a chair for her in side the bar, and when she had seated herself remarked to her: “We never knowed ef Mnd were a mar’d man, marrn. Ef we had we’d ahorly hev waited this trial for ye.' **D’ ye mean to say yer’vo gom ’n tried this yer man for killin mine, ’n me not here ter see? Yer a nice kin o’ er judge. I runs’ say. Waal, ye kin jest go ter tryin ’im rite over agin, now 1 am yere,” and the widow’ settled comfort ably'back in her chair and took a dip of snnff. The court, counsel, jury and spectators were melted in a moment. They were Missourians, almost to a man, and the “one touch of nature” that snuff dip awoke in them made them the widow’s slaves for the moment The court, counsel and jury consulted for a few moments, and the jndge intimated to the widow that they had concluded that her request was a very natural, and under the circumstances, a very proper one, and that with the prisoner’s con sent they wonld comply with it tat as he had already been tried and found guilty once, they thought it hardly fair to him to try him again without his consent Velvet arose, the eyes of the throng upon him. He was a tall, slight grace ful fellow, with a swagger about him that insensibly attracted men and wom en alike, and with a smile that showod bis white teeth under the black mas* the court’s remarks, and seemed to have made np her rnind to something she had been considering, for she suddenly closed her snuffbox with a click, rose from her chair and, toning to the court, said: “Jedge, I’m the person what’s bin most hurt in this yer scrap. I’m lef a lone woman, with nary man ter provide for me; an I’ve been er thinkin ther beet way out o’ this yer biznis is fer this man what kilt my man ter git me er new one.”' She stopped amid a deathlike si lence. Velvet was the only man that preserved his customary unruffled com posure. Every other face wore an ex pression of horrified astonishment for a moment, and then a yell of delight went up from the crowd. The cool effrontery of the woman had canght their sense of the fitness of things. Here, in a country where a woman most needed a man’s protection, her man bad been taken from her. What more just than that the man who had cansed his taking off should re place him! The racket subsiding, the court gravely arose and said: “Pris’ner et the bar, yer hev bin tried ’n foun guilty of murder. Hev yer any thin ter say why ther sentence in this yer co’te should not be past 'pon yer?” Velvet shook his head smilingly and the court continued: “Ther sentence of ther co’te is thet yer shall marry this yer woman, ’n the co’te, ez a jestice, will tie yer np right now.” At this there was a yell that fairly shook the roof, and the audience rushed inside the bar to shake hands with the prospective bride and groom and offer congratulations, but the bride had something else to say first. “Jedge,” she shrilled, “I've bin tell’d thet Mud win'd a consid'ble et gamblin last night ’n 1 want ther money.” The coin and dnst had been impound ed bjr the conrt, and he reluctantly turned it over to the widow. After looking it over she stowed it away in a voluminous pocket, and announced her readiness for the ceremony. The coun sel for the prosecution and defense acted groomsmen, a conple of “ladies” from the “burdy gurdy” next door as bridesmaids, and the foreman of the jury gave away the bride. Surely such another wedding was never seen. The festivities lasted until the fiddler was completely exhausted, and when a conple of days later the Flat recovered from its caronse. Velvet and bis wife had disappeared. A few days later a tall, swaggering, black tnustactied man, accompanied by a woman dressed in rusty black, with an it-*iene<* sunbonnet covering her head and face, stood on the deck of a Panama steamer making its way down San Fran cisco bay toward the data. They were at the rail gazing at the fast receding city. Suddenly the man snatched the sunbonnet from the woman’s head and whirled it overboard, and as it floated astern said: Goodby to the Widow Mnd, and now, old girl, we can be comfortable again. The old bonnet served its turn, and served it well, bnt 1 can’t look down two miles of stovepipe every time i want to 6ee your pretty face.”—George Charles Brooke in Buffalo News. SENATOR FROM NEW YORK. inch Edward Murphy, Jr., Wants to Be, and la Well Supported. New Yoke, Nov. 12.—Edward Mur phy, Jr., chairman of the Democratic state committee of New York, announc ed his candidacy for the United States senatorship, and he has been indorsed by Richard Croker and Lieutenant Gov ernor Sheehan. * - Mr. Sheehan said: “Edward Murphy is entitled to any honor the party in this state can confer upon him. He has been a loyal, earnest, and successful leader for rnanv years, and the Democ racy of New York state cannot do too much for him. I feel confident he will be chosen unanimously. No, I am not a candidate for the senatorship. Neither is Governor Flower.” Mr. Sheehan probably speaks with authority regarding Governor Flower. It was learned from other sources that Mr. Flower expects to enter President Cleveland’s cabinet as secretary of the treasury. Lieutenant Governor Sheehan will, of course, succeed him if he does. There are other candidates for the sena- torship, including Daniel Magone, ex- collector of the port of New York; Con gressman Dmiel Lockwood of Buffalo, and state Senator Win. Brown, but Mr. Murphy appears to have the calL Lehman's Liverpool Letter. v New York, Nov. 12.—The Liverpool market was affected favorably by ret ports from this side. Speculators bought freely and we can scarcely say what Liverpool will do shenld this market continue favorable. Thfe Liverpoel mar ket closed strong, at an advance of from eight to nine points over the night’s dose. Itch on human and horses and all »ni- shouldered, narrow chested, ill nour ished, almost untaught except in the U-rd . < hool of experience. 1 lingered outsit-■ a moment, waiting for Sandy to dispose of his customer before entering, but as the little girl - did not appear 1 opened the door. “Fiity cents; fifty cents,” Sandy was shouting as 1 stepped inside. “Canna ye nr.derstan that, ye pair heathen? Fifty cents.” He was standing before his bench, ges- ticnla ing, with a pair of newly soled shoes, two sizes too small for the girl, who »tood in a mutely submissive atti tude before him. Sandy has always res olutely disdained learning any foreign tongue. If the “braid Scots’ deealect,” isn’t good enough for his customers they can ( '• elsewhere. “M- ne mutter ist todt,” began the child’ gentle, uncomplaining voice, “mid “C ne hither, Owen,” cried the old man patiently. “Can ye tell what is’t the L a wants?” To.- ..irltoldu.eherstory. Her mother was o -ad. She waa the oldest of four chilu.- -ii, and had seen eighteen years, thougii she looked but fourteen. She and t. o other cnildren had got work- tailor'> piecework—and they were all living somehow, but it was very hard. She ' ad the money for mending the shoes but the neighbors had told her that * der Herr MacNab” was such a kind carted man, and so Thi look of puzzled inquiry in Sandy’s face - Qtuiged to tender regard as 1 trans lated. Before 1 had finished he was noduing his head energetically in token of compliance and wrapping np the shoe: in a sheet of newspaper. Then he put t’.. im into the girl’s hands and gently push' i her toward the door. “Ac‘.il Du lieber Gotti” said the child, and >.rapping a reverent Old World cour : y, she turned to go. “Whaur are ye leevin, lass?” said Sandy, following her to the door. I ex plained the qnery, and she gave him an address near by. Sandy tucked a crum pled bank note into her hand, and as he put a pinch of Maccaboy to his nostrils a moment later 1 thought 1 saw his hand dodging suspiciously about his eyes. The girl looked at the bill in a dazed sort of a way for a moment, and then dropped another courtesy, this time to the door of the shop, and was gone. “Pair mitherless bairns,” said Sandy, as he began a loud rat-tat on the sole of a shoe. Presently he paused and in quired, “What said Bhe as shegaed o6t7” “She 6aid, ’Ah, thou dear GodP ” I re plied. “It was a prayer of thankfulness.” “Puir bairn! puir bairn!” said Sandy, stopping his work to take another pinch of snuff. “She pits the proud an michty to shame wi’ her simple faith. An 1 ca’d her a heathen! Hech, Owen, lad, it’s a sair vail for bairns desertit by their ain !:in. Think o’t, monl In o’ this great ceetv f our little anes fechtin wi’ want . n poverty an hnnger by their lane in a .-arret, the prey o’ the evil an de sign in. scorn’d by them that's no their better:-, neglectit by the powerfu’, except by v .y o’ robliery, wi’ ne’er a sicht of the fi !s an wavin woods o’ the bonny country or the wash o’ the sea; withoot time or strength for childish play—eh, Owen. What if my Janet—na, na, bet ter as she is, puir little oue, nnner the sod i the kirkyard that leevin sae be set,” and Sandy dropped his head into his hands. 1 had never heard him allude before to his wife and daughter long dead m Linlithgow. “It's an owre lang tale to tell,” said Sandy, after a moment’s pause, seeming to fin l a gentle comfort in speech of his loved and lost ones, “bnt f’se cut it short i' the tellin. Ne’er a mon in a’ Scotia -was so blithe as Alexander Mac Nab the day that made bonny Bessie his bride, nor for mony a year after. The bairuies cam', two o' them, bnt wee Sandie deed in infancy an ainly Bess was left to cheer the little hame an’ tuak’ bright the ingle nenk. Yet, still we were happy, sae happy, till Bes sie—rho was ne’er strong, nor her mither —seemed to weaken, day by day, an fade oot an waste awa\ till her face was pale an clear wi the awfu’ whiteness o' the great hereafter shinin through the vail o’ flesh. Eh, she sold ha’ made a bonny angell” Here Sandy paused abruptly, and for some minutes sat silently brooding over the past. I did not interrupt him, and presently he began to speak again in a low, tremulous voice: “Sae she went, lad. Better so, per haps. in a* the parity of childhood. An the wife was like a braised and broken flow’r that droopt an droop! weel. An i* the kirkyard they were sane side by side, an a’ was pit dark as nieht to me. Frien’s o’ my youth, who had lang syne leevit i’ the new lan’, begged me’Bair to come to them, an sae, as, all* the warF was the same to my reft hair!, 1 earn* an i here 1 hae leeved my lane, waiting till and Uangtiter s, looKiug at each other. It was impossible to get much idea of what they were in life, bnt i looked at them as one would look at a strange face in a coffin and then handed back the case in silence. Just then the door was flung open and a number of men entered the room, their forms but dimly discernible in the dusk which had fallen upori^us unheeded. Why, it’s Langdon,” said one. ad vancing with an pxclamation of sur prise. “I suppose you’ve got everything all arranged for the picuic, Sandy?*’ No,” said I, hastily interposing, “we have not been talking abont the picnic at all. That’s what 1 came for, bnt Mr MacNab has been telling all abont the old days in Scotland, and we hadn’t really got down to business yet.” Sandy bustled abont to light a conple of gas jets as 1 spoke, and when he had finished he slowly retnrned, thankful, 1 was sure, for the moment’s respite. Fni thinkin,” said he slowly, “that I s’all na gae to the picnic.” Not go to the picnic!” said young MacGowan in astonishment. “Why, uncle, how can that be? What would the picnic be without you?”. Aye, lad, it’s kind o’ yon to speak sae, but I’m owre auld for sic tricks. 1 canna pit the stane, nor bnrl the caber, nor rin, nor lonp, nor warsle, nor step a hielan fling. Yonng folk s'nld be blithe an merry an an Id folk s’uld stay hame. Dinua mind me, lad, bnt go your ways.” He’s thinkin o' his bairn, pair Sandy,” whispered Hob Mackenzie in my ear.—Owen Langdon in New York Recorder. English Spttin Liniment removes all Hard, Soft or Calloused Lumps and Blemishes from horses, B’ood Spavins, Curbs, Splints, Sweeney, King Bone, Stifle, Sprains, all Swoolen Tbroa’s Coughs, etc Ssve $50 by use of one bot tle. Warranted tbe most wonderful Blemish Cure ever known. Sold by Dr. E.S. Lyndon, druggist. Athens, Ga. Itch on bnman and horses ana ail« - ^ Lord ^ pleased Q . ^ main? mats cured in 80 to mutes by_WoolI fer■ ■ s ; to ca’ me to my ain. A’ wounds heal i’ ESS S LyndoS draggUt, Athlns^ *“«• thffy say, an five.and-twenty.year - y 1 is lang enench, but the scar’s wi me yet, Owen, the scar’s wi’ me yet, an will be till my deeing day, an 1 canna see a wee bairn warslin wi’ this wicked war! like the pnir Dutch lass, but 1 maun think: ‘Hoo, if ’twere Bess? My ain wee Bessie? 1 And the old man, dashing his hand across his eyes to clear away a mist that was not all of age, drew from his inner vest pocket one of those old fashioned daguerreotype cases that used to be so common on country house cen ter tables twenty years ago ahd handed it to me. 1 opened it, and after turning the case this way and ^hat to avoid the i reflection from the glassy surface, saw Ga. Equalizers Not In It. Jndge Marshall J Clarke, of Atlanta, yesterday rendered a decision in the case <f Mr. Wash Collier, that will af fect every county in tbe S ate. He holds that tbs Board of Equalization are un constitutional, and that taxpayers need not pay any taxation to the increased values put-on their property by these Boards. The Fait n county Board raised Mr. Colliers’ property, and the Court enjoined the tax collector from collecting the increase The matter wlU probably go to tbe Supreme court two dimly outlined faces^ the mother's HOW RECEIVED IN MEXICO. The Democratic Victory Gives Great Sat isfaction to the Greaser Reformers. City of Mexico, Nov. 12.—The news of the election of Cleveland was received by the tariff reformers of Mexico with great satisfaction, as certain to strength en them in tbe contest against monopo lies. The Mexican protectionists have employed stock arguments, American high tariff party and the complete rout of that party is a tremendous blow to them. The European business men do not like his election, regarding it as likely to promote the growth of American trade with this country. This is the only element that finds no satisfaction in the triumph of the great tariff re former in the United States. Cnimc Or A GiflNl tS5- The Bloodthirsty Creature Murdered a Child Left in Her Care. St. Petersburg, Nov. 12.—The young giantess, Yaroshevski, recently called at the honse of a family named Yooteski, living near the.hamlet of Sariera. She drank considerable yodka with the mother, who subsequently went away and left her in charge of two young children. When the mother returned the young giantess was threatening to kill the three-year-old girl with a knife. In the comer lay the boy baby, with his throat ent, his cheeks gnawed off, and all the blood sneked out of his body. The mother summoned the neighbors and they disarmed the giantess. The people of the hamlet tried to lytach the giantess, but she was rescued’ by the military. Prominent Leaders May Be Arrested. New York, Nov. 12.—A special to The Herald from Troy says: Thomas C. Platt of New York, and David Mar tin of Pennsylvania, may be arrested and tried on the charge of conspiring tc prevent Democrats from voting. A number of local Republican leaders, including Representative Quackenbush, Archie Aston, F. E. Bonsteel and Zepli T. Magill are said to be implicated. DEMOCRATIC VICTORY SONG- TALKING OF GEORGIANS. Colonel Blount and Judge Turner are slated for Important Recognition.! Washutoton, Nov. 12.—Cabinet gos sip has commenced in earnest here. William C. Whitney is quite certain to be Secretary of State, Congressman H. A. Herbeit, of Alabama, will be secretary cf the navy. The treasury will go to New York. M r . Harrlty may be pci tmaster general. Mr. Hatch, of Missouri, will probably be secretary of agriculture. Governor Campbell, of Ohio, maybe secretary of war or inte rior. The attorney generalship will go to Illinois, Indiana or Wisconsin, and so will either war nr interior. Indeed, tbe interior department may again go to Senator Vilas. It is agreed among all the party lead ers here that Illinois, Wisconsin, Cali fornia and Ohio should be recognized in cabinet appointments. Thus the indi cations are that Alabama will be the only Southern State to get a cabinet place. However, the South will get a few good appointments. Georgia will be recognized in the appointment of Congressman James H. Blount as a for eign minister of the first class. He will perhaps, go to Great Britain, Austria or St. Petersburg. Georgia will also get the minister to Venezuela and one or two consulships. Sbe will, however, not get as much rec ignition as in the past on account of the Democratic vic tories in the West, which states will de mand and will be entitled to recogni tion. Congressman Turner, of Georgia, is spoken of for assistant secretary of state or assistant attorney general. But for the fact that the West will have to be recognized in tbe appointment of attor ney general he would perhaps be ten* dered that, as Mr Cleveland has a very high regard for his great legal ahility. A quick and permanent cure. Mr. J. M. Kseslor, 141o W. Lombard St., Balto , Md„ says: “I take great pleas ure in saying that in a case of neuralgia in my family, I found Salvation Oil ef fectual and speedy in the cure of the patient ” HAKRISO’S VIEWS. ITune. Bonnie Blue Flag.] I. We’ve smashed the erown of “Grand pa’a Hat,” And it waa mighty high, He’a ran hia race with “Little Rat,” And THEY have got to die. Chokvb.—Hnrrah ! hurrah ! Hurrah for heneat Cleve l* We’ll lead the boat with Grover, boja, And dose *he van with Stew. II. O’d Force-Bill Lodge, yon had to fail, Yon need’nt groan and eigh, For now yon’re safely “LODGED” in jail. And yon have got to dio„ r H0BU»— in. We made tbe dainty fallow rick, *‘Called Home dead Carnege-ie,” Ha’ll wlah he ne’er h d aeon old Frick, In Seotcb-he’a got to dee. Chorus— IV. We’ll bring “Protective Tariff” taw. They aay ’tie n ightv high, MeKinley waa tbe rasral, so, He anrely had to die. Chorus— . V The “Billion dollar Congress,” too Has said its last good bye, Resnmp ion act could rot renew, The men that had to die. Chorus— * VI. For Tammany wbh whoop and yell. Had sounded the war-cry, The Democrats, they fought it well, The Reps, they had to die. Chorus—Hurrah 1 hnrrah 1 Hnrrah for honest Cleve I We’ll lead tie host with Grover, boya, And dose tbe van with 8ie7e. —Mart Ella Noble. Hov.tI.im. Of the Great Collapse that Came t Him and Kls Party. New York, Nov. 12.—President Har* rison talked freely today about the re cent defeat of his party and the causes which brought it about. “The overwhelming defeat of the Republican party,” be said, “was due mamly to the position of the party on the tariff question. The Republicans bad forced this issue to an extreme which evidently did not meet with the approval of the people.” This expression of opinion on the part of President Harrison verifies a ru mor current here some time ago that it was the party, and not the president, who took such an extreme position on the two hading issues on which tbe Re publican campaign was to be made. Tber i was another element, the presi dent said, wh’ch had much to do with the defeat of the Republicans last Tues day, in 1 its force was felt at tne North as well as in the South. There was a popular belief that tbe force bill issue kept the South solid in old lines; but in the president’s estimation, it did more than that, for it brought to the support of the Democratic ticket many votes in tbe North. The verdict of last Tuesday, he continued, could be con strued in but one way. It meant a con demnation of the higt tariff policy of the Republicans. President Hamsoa has very decided views as to the con duct of the campaign. He does not think very much of Chairman Carter, of the Republican national committee. He consented to Carter’s appointment only when it became evident that no more acceptable man could be secured. He said tbe campaign had been mismanaged and that much better results would have been secured bnt for the “rainbow chas ing” schemes to which Carter gave countenance.and assistance. The president said that he realized for some time past that the drift of public sentiment was against him and hia party, and it was this that led him to force his advice upon the party leaders. “The disregard of the advice.” the president said, “had much to do with the result of last Tuesday.” THE POSTMASTER’S OFFICE. Applicants are Arising on all Sides. The applicants for the office of post* master of Athens are becoming more numerous. Yesterday it became known that two more of our good Democratic citizens were applicants for that place. They are Messrs. D. C. Oliver and J.H. Reaves. Indications now point to a pretty lively scramble for the position, aa it is aright nice office. It is no easy thing to dress harsh,corse hair so as to make it look graceful or becoming. By the use of Ayer’s Hair Vigor, this difficulty is removed, and the hair made t o assume any style or arrangement that may be desired. Give tne Vigor a trail. Whitklaw Reid wishes now tba had sent ont a substitute in this i paign. _u
