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THE SPELL OF CHRISTMAS. ’Tis the time of year for the loving cup, To pass from hand to hand, When the sounds of wassail and revelry Are echoing o’er the land. For North, where the skater skims the mere, And South, where the red-bird sings, A pulse of cheer to the waning year j The Merry Christmas brings. ’Tis the time of year for open hand. And the tender hearts and true. When a rift of heaven has cleft the skies, And the saints are looking through. The flame leaps high, where the earth was drear, i And sorrowful eyes grow bright, For a message dear that all may hear, Was borne ou the Christmas light. ’Tis the timo of year for the cordial word And the grace of the lifted load, For brother to come to brother’s help, On the rough and stormy road. ’Tis time to bury the ancient hate, And to make the quarrels up; No grudge has room where the roses bloom ’Round the Christmas loving cup. ’Tis the time of year for children’s joy, And all in scarlet row The stockings hang in the ingle nook. And the dreaming faces glow, And the children turn and laugh in sleep, To-morrow will be so gay; For there never is mirth in this queer old earth Like the mirth of Christmas Day. ’Tis the time of year for the sweet surprise, For tke blessing we did not see, Though straight from the infinite love of God ’Twas coming to you and me. Tis the time for seeking once again The sheen of the Bethlehem star; And for kneeling fain, with the age-long train AV here the Babe and Mary are. •Tis the time of year for the loving cup, When the holly berries shine, And with shout and song of man and maid, The cedar and fir we twine. Ah ! pass the cup front the frozen North To the South where the robin slugs, For a pulse of cheer to the waning year The Merry Christmas brings. —Margaret E. Sangster. THE DOCTOR’S GIFT. A CHRISTMAS BTOKY, t OTHER, I wish we could have Christmas and Santa Claus, and lots of nice things like • other people. When I was at Deacon Gooden’s to-day, they had great piles of pies ■ and cakes cooked,and they have got a big turkey that they arc going to roast, and the most nice red apples, and, oh! so many good tliiugs. I wish we could ever have things like that.” The mother laid down her sewing with a sigh, and tears came into her eyes. “I wish so, too, Bennie,” she said, “and if it was possible, we would have them. But we arc poor folks, and poor folks can't afford nice things. I am Sorry that I can’t give you more than I do. You kuow I work hard all day long and earn all I can, but people don't j pay much for plain sewing, and it takes all the money I can get to buy food and j clothing, and hire wood chopped. Poor little Sis has to have medicine and the doctor must be paid, and I’m afraid 1 won't have raouey to pay for it all. Poor children, 1 feel sorry for you, and wish I could earn more for your sakes,” and poor Mrs. Bentou buried her face in her hands, and was a long time silent. t “Don’t, mother,” Bennie snid, coming and putting his arms about her neck. “Don’t cry. You are the best mother that ever was, and when I am old enough to work. I’ll earn money for you, and then we'll have nice things and grand Christmases, and be as happy ns can be." |f .tip The mother pressed her boy to her breast and blessed him, and for his sake affected a cheerlulness she was far from feeling. While they remained thus, talking of what all Bennie was aoing to do when he was older, the doctor came to see Sis. the little lame girl, as was his custom. “She is much better," he said, after his examination, “and will be able to walk again in a little while.” Then he bustled out and was gone, for he was kept \ ery busy visitiug his patients, Mrs. Benton and Beunie rejoiced at the doctor's announcement, and they felt that they had soaetuing to be thankful for, if they were poor, for they had long feared that Sis voiild always be a cripple. “It’s a great consolation to know that little Sis will soon be well aud strong again, ’ the mother said. “It’s better than any Christmas pres ent,” Bennie assentd. After Bennie was in bed asleep, Mrs. Benton sat till long in the night over her sewing, and, as she stitched up the tedious, tiresome seams, tears rolled from her eyes down her cheeks. It was a bitterly cold night, and a deep snow lay on the ground, and as the shrill north winds swept ruthlessly around the house, rattling the loose doors and win dows, the poor woman remembered that the wood-pile was almost gone, and that the larder was nearly empty, and her heart sunk within her. At last her task was done, and going to the little bed in the corner, she kissed the two un conscious sleepers, and with a heavy heart retired to her own poor couch. Mc-anwhile I)r. Custer went on his rounds, lie was a gruff old mail, but the people all knew him and loved him, for he had a kind heart, anil was always ready to sympathize with the poor anil needy. He visited many patients that night, and he stopped at many houses where there were no patients, for he had an object in view, and the cold night winds could not deter him from carrying it out. The next morning Mrs. Benton was up early, for it was the day before Christ mas, and she lmd a great deal of sewing to do for people who were going to the Christmas ball down at the Cross Roads. When breakfast was over, she said : “After you feed the horse and the calves, Bennie, you must run over to Jer ry Cobb's and see if he will haul us a load of wood.” Bennie hastened out to feed the stock, and in a short time returned out of breath with running and excitement. “Oh! mother, mother,” he cried, springing into the middle of the room, “look out there in our woods at the men and teams. They’re going to haul wood for us, for I heard one of ’em say so as he passed the stable.” £ n Ml] z * J iaUl lAt And Bennie was right, for they had ! come, a dozen farmers, with their teams, 1 and sleds, and axes, to chop and haul j wood for the Widow Benton, and when lat noon time they went home, the wood : was piled high at her gate, and there was plenty to do her all the winter. In the afternoon the men came with their axes and cut the wood all up into the proper lengths for burning, and poor Mrs. Ben ton was so overcome with gratitude that she cried. But that was not all. Late in the afternoon a farm-wagon drove up to the gate, loaded with flour, and meat, and potatoes, and apples—some of those same ved apples that Ben had seen at Deacon Gooden's—and a big bas ket filled with cake, and pies, and chick ens, and one big turkey, ;.1l nicely baked. “Who has done all this,” Mrs. Benton asked of Mrs. Gooden who came with the wagon, and who had been busy giving orders to tic men about unloading. “Wal,” Mrs. Gooden said, “they s sev eral us hes hed a han’ in it, but I reckon | Doctor Custer is mostly responsible fer it, sense lie rode about last night, putting |usup to it. Thct ere old doctor hes got j a monstrous big heart in ’im, if he is as 1 cross an’ crabbed as a bear. Don't never nobody want fer nothin’ ef he knows of it, : an' ef anybody is liable to he needy, he generally finds it out, lemme tell you. It’s a perfect caution the amount of money tliet ole doctor hes given away, an’ a body who sees him the fust time ’ad never ! 'spect he'd give a hungry mortel a bite to ! eat. But it’s like 1 tell the deacon some : times. You can’t tell what’s in a person's heart by the way they talk. When he ! come to our house last night, an' sed as how he heard you an’ Ben atelkin’ erbout Christmas an’ things, an’ a savin' the; you was outen o' wood an’ hed beau havin' a power o' sickness, an'all that, I felt right down ashamed that 1 never thought of it afore, an’ so did Zekiel, ] know, an’ when the doctor went o i to sav es how we ort to help you a leetlc over the rough places. I wus determined to help him out in his projict. 'Twua’t nothin' for us t> do when they wus so many uv us into it, but all put together so in o’ dots some good." " 1 feel all the gratitude that any one could feel,” Mrs. Benton said, "but 1 can not find iauguage to express it. ' “Well, yer needn't mind erboiu that now. I reckon nobody don’t want uo thaU-Ss. an if yon feel as if yon must thauk somebody, jest wait till you see Doctor Custer, an’ give ’em to him. I’m moutv glad the little one’s a gittiu’ well, an’H be able to git erbout.” ••It's a great comfort to me, fer I had daspa.red of her ever recovering.” “I know it must be. But I must be a goin’. fer I see ‘Zekie! is ready to drive, an’ it’s gittin' late. I hope you’ll bccom fori able, an’ ef you Deed any assistance, I hope you won't be backward about axin’ us, fer though we're plain sort o folks, an’ don’t make no pretcnsliuns to bein’ extrvgood, we're ready to leu’ a helpin’ han’.” 1 When the door closed after Mrs. j the poor widow sank down, I completely prostrated with joy. Her pleasure was not so much on account of the things received, though it was a great boon, but because of the knowledge that the people among whom she lived were kind and generous. All her life she had lived in the city, and it was little she knew of the open-hearted generosity of the country people. Bennie was wNd with delight, and danced about in a state of ecstasy. As for poor little Sis, she felt that such a time never did exist before, and, in her great happiness, she completely lost sight of tlie many long, weary months of suffering and pain that she had passed through. That night, as they sat around the wide open fireplace wherein the great logs cracked and blazed, throwing out warmth and light, they presented a pic ture of perfect contentment, and if is doubtful if there was a happier family anywhere on earth, Then there came the sound of footsteps crunching the snow, and a moment latei the doctor entered. Although he affected not to see what had taken place, and tried to retain his gruff manner, Mrs. Benton saw the smile of satisfaction that came to his face, and knew what was in his heart. “Doctor,” she said, “I cannot thank you enough for what you have done.” “Hey! What's that? Come, come, let's have no foolishness,” he cried. “Here, take this. That’s the last prescription the child will need. Good evening,” and out he bustled. “.More medicine, mother?” Bennie asked. “Yes, one more prescription,” and she opened the paper to see. “Bless my heart,” she cried, “if it ain’t his bill, all lcceipted and marked paid.” . Yule-Log and Mistletoe. The Yule-Log and the Mistletoe are traditional garnishments, so to speak, of the English, and largely of our own Christmas holiday. From Scandinavian*, who in winter built immense tires ou the hill-tops in honor of the sun’s return, we borrowed the yule-log. And it became an English custom to preserve a bit of one year's \ ule-log to light the fires ou the great hearth at the following Christ mas-tide, in token of warmth and plenty to abide in the household throughout the year. AVhen the log was ready to be brought in, the youngest child of the family was seated upon it, und all the rest assembled to witness its entrance, drawn by the merry retainers, and to prepare it for the lighting. An English superstition is that the bees sing in their hives between the 24th and 25th of December, while mysterious bells can be heard echoing underground. From the Druids come our Christmas decorations of evergreen garlands and the mistletoe. The latter was sacred to them, particularly that which grew upon an oak tree. It was considered medi cinal, and especially believed, until a late day, to be it certain cure for epilepsy. With great pomp,at the winter solstice, the priests and people surrounded the oak upon which the sacred vine grew, and the chief priest in his white robes ascended into the branches to cut dowr. the twisted stems and waxen berries of the mystic plant, with a golden Unite. There must have been steel in the yellow blade, however, for the. mistletoe bough is tough. Then followed the slaying of “two snow-white bullocks,” as one chronicle has it, while another saith just as positively, “two milk-white heifers.” Then in both accounts are given ghastly details of human sacrifice. But this is past, and to-day the mistle toe remains to u; a joyous harbinger of merriment aud harmless cheer. It maketh spring iu winter— Uur merry Christmas Day; May it chase frost ami snow Forever far away. Christmas Fun. Christmas is the great modern give away. Now, girls, bring out the fifty-cent necktie for Charles, and prepare to re ceive a SSO locket. The best Christmas gift is what every man may give himselt. And that is a good record. “Books suitable for the holidays," reads an advertisement. But it fails to mention the most important—pocket books and bankbooks. Under the Mistletoe Bough. She (coyly)—"Now, you roust only take one, George.” He (gallantly)—"But one from one leaves nothing, Mable. Let's make it one each and tie.” She (blushing)—"lt's very sudden, George, but you may ask papa. W ith children a Cbi ietaans present beats any Christmas past. BUDGET OF FUN. HUMOROUS SKETCHES FROM VARIOUS SOURCES. Sufficient For Him—Another Broken Friendship—Lived in a Glass House—Hardly Satisfactory— Repartee, Etc., Etc. The hop and the German, The mad social whirl. Will soon entertain The society girl. But her juvenile brother With natural vim, Pronounces the snow-ball Sufficient for him. —Merchant Traveler. ANOTHER BROKEN FRIENDSHIP. Miss Effie Ancee (just engaged)— “What do you think Edwin said last night? That if he had to choose either me or a million dollars, he wouldn’t even look at the million.” Miss May Tour (still waiting)— “Dear, loyal fellow! I suppose he didn’t like to risk the temptation.”— Time. LIVED IN A CLASS HOUSE. Mrs. Badger—“ Thu must have a nice kind of a mother if she lets you light in the street like this and get a black eye. ” Little Johnny—“l was fighting with your boy, ma’am, and he’s got two black eyes.”— New York Sun. HARDLY SATISFACTORY. Guest (angrily)—“Confound your awkwardness! You’ve spilt half that soup down my back.” Waiter at restaurant (heartily)— “Don’t mind it, sir. I’ll bring some more. Bless you, there’s plenty of soup. ” —Chicago Tribune. REPARTEE. “My!” quoth Mr. Jones. “Paris when full accommodates four millions of people.” “Humph!” said Mrs. Jones. “That’s four million times more accommodating than you are when full.”— Munsey's Weekly. A STRONG RESEMBLANCE. Milkman—“l want tome cream paper.” Stationer—“ Here, sir, is what you want, I think. It looks very much like the cream you’ve been furnishing me— very thin and very white.”— Pack. IT WAS TOUGH. “What’s the matter with the beei steakf” asked the landlady. “I don’t know,” replied the new boarder; “but I have a horrible suspi cion that the cow was affected with gen eral ossification.” A SURE SIGN. * “Jones,” said Smythe, as ho watched a couple strolling near, “that is a first love affair.” “How do you know?” “I just lieavd her make him promise not to smoke or drink.”— Time. A PROFESSIONAL SHINER. Gazzam (imitating a passer-by)—“That young man shines a good deal in soci ety.” Dolly—“Ah! Who is he?” Gazzam—“Don't know his name; but he’s a bootblack.”— Munsey's Weekly. RESTRICTED. Her Husband—“ Are you going to the Smith's garden party, dear?” His Wife—“No; I never accept invi tations from people who don't know- me.” “And you newer receive them from persons who do know you.” —London Funny Folks. EXAGGERATION. “I think Cora Fibbery is awful. She exaggerates so.” “That’s so. Are you going down town now?” “No, my head aches as though ten million knives were running through it. I’ll stay and finish this novel.”-—Km*. FOUND IT IN THE DARK. Laudlord—“Well, sir, how did you and your bed last night?” Surly Guest—“ Find it! Just like anybody else that didn’t know where the matches were. Groped around and barked my shins. Drat n hotel where the halls aren’t lighted!” —Burlington fret Brest. SURE TO MAKE A SALE. Miss Passee (aged forty)— * ‘I wish to >ee a bonnet.” Milliner—“ For yourselve, miss?” Miss Passee—“Yes.” Milliner—“ Mane, run down stairs and ret me ze liats for zee ladies between .‘ighteen and twenty-five years.”—Man <ey's Weekly. THE MONIED MAN. Croesus (to hotel proprietor)—“Can ■•'ou accommodate me by cashing u check or $10,000?” Hotel Proprietor—“ Tea thousand dol 'ars! Why, I never saw so much money n- my life! However, ray porter is round somewhere, and he will doubt iss be glad to accommodate you.”— rime. NOT A COMPLETE SEPARATION. Mother—“ Johnny, I don’t want you i play with that little Browujonos boy my longer; do you hear?” Johnny—“ Y es'm.' ’ “Now, don’t let me hear of you dis •beving me." “No'm, but I may fight hiui, mayn’t I, I want to?”— Punch. HEARD HIM ONCE. Bilks—“ Come up aud near our new no nlster to-day.” Nobbs—"No, ihaaks; I heard him once and have always regretted 11.” Bilks—“Wny, I guess you are mis ■"iken.” Nobbs—“Not a bit of it; he is the 'inister who married u3.”— Kearney En •wise. PELT NO PAIN HIMSELF. Patient—“l thought—ouch! I though* your sign said—gee whiz! be careful— that you ‘extracted teeth without pain.’ ” Dentist —“Certainly, my friend.” Patient—“But —wow! what do you call this?” Dentist—“l am extracting the teeth and I assure you that I feel no pain whatever.”— America. THE PROPER PERSON. “Bub, how laris it to the davpo?” he asked of a lad on Jefferson avenue yesterday. “Daypo is French, isn’t it?” queried the boy in reply. “Yes.” “Then you’d better ask some French man. Yon couldn’t find it in English.” —Detroit Free Frees. THE FINAL COUNT. “There, darling, the last one,” said he, as he started down the steps. He had nearly reached the gate when she called him back. “I’ve just been counting up,” she said, “and that last kiss we took was the thirteenth, and that is an awfully un lucky number, you know.” When he finally got away the score was thirty-seven. —Terre Uaute Express. A LONG ENGAGEMENT. She—“l haven’t anything new to sing to you to-night, George.” He—“ Well, give me something of old then.” She broke into a refrain that was “a song of the day” seventeen years before. He (at the close) —-“That's very, very old, Clara.” She—“ Yes, George; I sang that to you the night we became engaged.”— Judye. THE WORM TURNED. Mr. Bully Ragg—“Now, sir, you have stated under oath, that this man had the appearance of a gentleman. Will you be good enough to tell the jury how a gen tleman looks, in your estimation?” Down-trodden Witness—“ Well, er—a gentleman looks —er —like—er—” Mr. Bully Ragg—“l don’t want'any of your ers, sir; and remember that you are on oath. Can you see anybody in this court room who looks like a gentle man?” Witness (with sudden asperity)—“l can if you’ll stand out of the way. You’re not transparent.”— Fuck. HIS NARROW ESCAPE. Emma —“No, George, it cannot be. We must part. (Bitterly.) My purse proud father will not accept a poor man for his son-in-law.” George (frantically)—“Say not so. I. cannot give thee up. My heart will break. I ” (Purse proud father enters the room without observing them. Throws him self into a chair and groans aloud) — “Bankruptcy! Ruin! Every dollar swept away!” George (sweeping himself away at these words) —“Farewell, then Emma, since you discard me. (But he says to himself) —Mighty narrow escape, tnat.” . —Texas Siftings. 60 TIIEUR WAS. “Do you mean to say,” he protested to the young St. Thomas man who had just got bach, “that you were hi New York citv a whole week and didn't get robbed?” “That's what I saw" “Didn't get eoniiueueed ?” “No, sir.” “Didn't lose your watch?” “No, sir.” “Didn’t get buncoed?” “No, sir.” “And got out ail right?” “I did.” “Well, there’s something mighty strange way name of it somewhere.” “So there is. 1 hadn't a watch nor a d—d cent to be robbed of, and I got out on tire last car of a long freight train.”— -Aw# Yvr'c Sun. Sound-Shadows. Still more interesting than the exne-'- ments of Colladon were those made ..i the Bay of San Francisco in 1874 by > feasor John Le Conte and his sou. _Vir. Julian Le Conte. The source of sound was not such as would give a definite, pitch, like a bell, hut the ipiick. violent, single impulse due to the explosion ci dynamite employed in the blasting of rocks which obstructed the channels. The intensity of the shock thus propagated was such as to be felt as a blow on the feet of a person seated in a boat three hundred feet or more from the detonating cartridge, and to kill hundreds of tisb. Several vertical posts or piles, each about a foot in diameter, projected from the ground out of the water in the ueighbo: - - .iood. A stout glass bottle was suspended in the water about a foot in the rear of one of these pile-, withiu the geometric shadow determined by lines supposed to be drawn from the cartridge forty feet horizontally away. The bottle was per fectly protected from the shock of the ex plosion. It was then put in front of the pile. The first shock shivered it into hundreds of fragments. Other bottles, some filled with air aud some with water, were similarly exposed in various direc tions around the pile, and with the same result—destruction, except when within the protecting shadow. The experiments were varied by immersing stout glass tubes, incased in thick paper, horizontally across the direction of the sound-rays iu water, between two piles which were aligned with the dynamite cartridge. These piles were twelve feet apart, the nearer one being forty fc. t from the car tridge. Its shadow, therefore, just cov ered the second pile, and included the in termediats water, with the middle part of each tube. After an explosion these protected parts were found to be un broken. while the cads which projected oa the two sides beyond the shadow were completely shattered. The boundary be tween the regions of shadow and noise was sharply defined on the tubes, even at a distance of twelve feet behind the pro j tecting pile.— Popular Science Monthly. 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IT BEING MADE TO APPEAR that bv the return of the sheriff, the Cartersville Steel and Furnace compa ny, one of the defendants in the above stated case, does not reside in this coun ty; and it further appearing that said Cartersville Steel and Furnace company does not reside in this state. It is there fore ordered that the said defendant, the Cartersville Steel and Furnace com pany, appear and answer at the next term of the superior court of Bartow county, Georgia, or that the case as to the said Cartersville Steel and Furnace Company be considered in default and the plaintiff alloYved to proceed and that tiffs brdfcr be published once a month for four moots, as required by law. This SecrfeYubbr 11,1889. Will J. Winn, JiujgeS, C. B. R. C. A, true extnact from the minutes of B&rtow Superior Court. F. M. Durham, sept!2-eow-4m Clerk. CARTERSVILLE Water Works Comp’y, Having bought out the Plumbing Business Of Bennet <t Boardman we are now pre pared to do all kinds of PLUMBING in first class style and in a workmanlike manner. Parties who contemplate putting Pip ing in their dwellings and stores will please notify Mr. M. N. DRIGGERS, Superintendent, who will give prompt attention. Cartersville Water Works Cos. oct24-tf Cartersville, Ga. Tax Collector’s Notice. I will be at the following named places on the days mentioned below for the purpose of collecting state and county taxes for the year 1889. Rate per cent., eight dollars and fifty cents (8.50) on the thousand. Cartersville —October 14; November 1, 25: December 3, 10,11, 12, 13. Euharlee—October 15; November 4,18. Taylorsville—October 16; November 6, 20. Iron Ilill—October 17; November 5,21. Kingston—October 18,30; November 22. Cassville—October 19,31: November 23. Emerson—October 21: November 7, 26. Allatoona—October 22; Novemberß,27. Stamp Creek —October 23; November 11, 28. Wolf Pen—October 24; November 12, 29. Pine Log—October 25; November 13; December^. Salacoa—October 26; November 30. Sixth—October 28; November 14; De cember 7. Adairsville—October 29; November 15; December 6. SUlosboro—November 19. Hall’s Mill—December 5. As I have put the time off as late as I possiblv could, I hope every tax-payor will pay up promptly, as fi. has. will bo issued after the dates have expired. The law' requires me to register the legal voters when they pay their tax. This takes time. So and. -n’t "put off paying till the last days at the court house. J. F. LINN, Tax Collector Bartow County, Ga. I 'any dealer say* lie hu the W. E. DooflM (hue* without name and prlco •tamped CB the bottom, put him down aa a fraud. $3 SHOE GENTLEMEN. 84.00 HAN 11-SKWKU WFXI SI Oh. 83.50 POLICE ANT> FARMERS SHOE. 83.50 EXTRA VALUE CALI SHOE. 83.35 WORKINGMAN'S SHOE. ~a 83.00 and 81.75 BOYS’ SCHOOL SHOES All made in Congress, Button ana uace. W. L. 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