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IHE FAYETTEVILLE NEWS. CLINTON & BEADLES, Proprietors. FAYETTEVILLE, GA., AY, JANUARY 18, 1889. VOL. I. NO. 25. •—rm 1 FEAKLK OF THOUGHT. What Profit! "The song hath all been sung-» The thing that hath, been is what yet shall he— • - "r Beneath the sun u no new thing to see, Nor hear, nor knowl” In bygone ages so Mourned Israel’s Monarch, and my soul to day 1 Takes up and chants anew the self-same lay, With plaintive tongue 1 What profit if my heart Hold ‘HhOughts that burn” and bopes that will not die? ^ '* Some wiser, loftier, mightier one than The whole hath said I And generations dead, And turned to dust within forgotten graves, Have hoped and craved, as my heart hopes and craves — A better parti' What I may win is won; What I may think was thought loDg years ago; ” And all that mortal mind may feel and know Is felt and known. The sun Itself, that shone Upon “The Preacher,” shines on me today; And even this I heard another say ■ Whose work is donel Who can answer me— Can point the path that leads to sweet con tent— ' Since, when the speeding hours are well- nigh spent, Regret is vain, And naught of strife or pain Serves to recall one fit occasion past? And, that I may not fail my aim at last, Who can foresee? —LM. E. Harmon. ONLY A HUSK. Tom Darcey, yet a young man, had grown to be a very bad one. At heart he night have been all right, if his head knd his will had only been all right; but jes$ being wrong, the whole machine ks going to tho bad very fast, though were times when the heart felt 9thing of its old truthful yearnings.-! had lost JBs placo as foreman in the aachine shop, and what money he earned came from odd jobs of eg which ho was able to do, hero Ire, at private houses; for Tom genius as well as a mechanic, and his hoad w»3 steady enough, he lid mend a clock, or clean a watch, as bll os he could set up and regulate a steam engine—and this latter ho could do better than any other man ever em ployed by the Scott Falls Manufacturing Company. One day Tom had a job to mond a broken mowing machine and roaper, for which he received five dollars, and on the following morning ho started out for his old haunt—the village tavern. He knew his wife sadly neoded the money, and that his two little children Wf$re in absolute suffering from want of clothing, and that morning he held a debate with the better part of himsolf; but the better part had become very weak and shaky, and tho demon of ap petite carried tho day. So away to tho tavern Tom went, where, for two or threo hours, ho felt the exhilarating effects of tho alcoholic draught, and fancied himself happy, as he could sing and laugh; but, as usual, stupefaction followed, and tha man died out. Ho drank whilo he could stand, and then lay down in a cor nor, where his companions left him. It was lato at night, almost midnight, when tho landlord's wifo came into the barroom to seo what kept her husband up, and sho quickly saw Tom. “Peter,” said she, not in a pleasant mood, “why don’t you send that mis erable Tom Darcey home? He’s been hanging around here long oaough.” Tom’s stupefaction was not sound sleep. The dead coma had left tho brain, and tho calling of his name stung his senses to keen attention. He had An insane love ior rum, but did not ’ <? ' love the landlord. Inothor years,Peter Tindar and himself had loved and wooed the sweet maiden—Ellen Goss —and he won her, leaving Petor to tako up with the vinegary spinster whQ had bought him tho tavorn, and ho know that lately the tapster had gloated over tho misery of tho woman who had onco discarded him. “Why don’t you send him homo?” de manded Mrs. Tindar,' with nn impa tient stamp of the foot. v “Hush, Betsy 1 He’s got money. Let him be, and he’ll bt sure to spend it before he goes home. Til have the ker* nel of the nut, and his wifo may have the husk l” With a sniff and a snap Betsy turned away, and shortly afterward Tom Dar- (ey lifted himself upon his elbow. “Ah, Tom, are you awake?” “Yea.” “Then reuse up and havo a warm glass.” Tom got upon his feet and steadied himself. “No, Petor, I won’t drink any more tonight.” “It won’t hurt you, Tom—just a drop.” “I know it won’t,” said Tom, button ing up his coat by the only solitary but ton loft “I know it won’t.” And with this he went out into tho chill air of night. When ho got away from the shadow of the tavern, ho stopped and looked up at tho stars, and then he looked down upon the earth. “Aye,” he muttered, grinding his heel in the gravel, “Peter Tindar is taking the kernol and leaving poor El len the husk, and I am helping him to do it. I am robbing my wife of joy, robbing my children of honor and com fort, robbing myself of love and life— just that Petor Tindar may havo the kernal and Ellon the husk 1 We’ll see 1” It was a revelation to the man. The tavern keeper’s brief speech, meant not for his ears, had come upon his senses as fell the voice of the risen One upon Saul of Tarsus. ’“We’ll see," he replied, sotting his foot firmly upon the ground; and then he wonded his way homeward. On the following morning he said to his wife: ’‘Ellen, havo you any coffee in the house?” “Yes, Tom.” She did not tell him that her sister had given it to her. Sho was glad to hear him ask for coffeo in stead of the old, old cider. “I wish you would mako a cup, good and strong.” There was really music in Tom’s voice, and the wife set about the work with a strange flutter in her heart. Tom drank two cups of the strong, fragrant coffee, and then went out— wont out with a resolute step, and walked straight to tho great manufac tory, where he found Mr. Scott in the office. “Mr. Scott, I want to learn my trade over again.” “Eh, Tom! What do you moan?” “I mean that it’s Tom Darcey, come back to the old placo, asking forgive ness for the past, and hoping to do bet ter in tbo future. “Toml" cried tho manufacturer, starting forward and grasping his hand, “are you in earnest? Is it really tho old Tom?” “It’s what’s left of him, sir, and we’ll have him whole and strong very soon if you’ll only set him at work.” “Workl Aye, Tom, and bless you, too! There is an engino to bo set up and tested today. Como with me.” Tom’s hands were weak and unsteady, but his brain was cloar, and under his skilful supervision the engino was set up and tosted, but it was not perfect. Thoro wero mistakes which ho had to correct, and it was late in tho evening whon the work was complete. “How is it now, Tom?” asked Mr. Scott, as he came into the testing house and found tho workmen ready to do- part. “She’s all right, sir. You may givo your warrant without foar.” “God bless you, Tom! You don’t know how like sweet music tho old voice sounds. Will you tako yourplaco again?” “Wait till Monday morning, sir. If you will offer it to me thoD, I will tako it." At tho littlo cottage Ellon Darcoy’s fluttering heart was sinking. That morning, aftor Tom had gone, sho had found a two-dollar bill in her coffeo cup. Sho knew that ho loft it for hor. She had been out and bought toa and sugar and flour and buttor, and a bit of tender atealc, and all fay long a ray of light had been dancing and iklmming before her—a ray from the bloised light of other days. With prayer and hope she set out the tea-table and waited, but the sun went down and no Tom came. Eight o'clock—and almost nine. Ob, was it but a false glimmer after all? Hark! Tho old step! strong; eager for home. Yes, -it •vrtj^Tom,. with the old grime upon his hnds, anil tho odor of oil upon his garments. “I have kept you waiting, Nellie.” “Tom!” “Ididn’t mean to, hat the work hung on.” “Tom, Tom. You have been to tho old shop.” “Yes, and I’m to hate tho old place, and"-k- “Oli, Tom.” And she threw hor ayms around his neck and covered his |£co with kisses. “Nollie, darling, wait a little, and you shall have the < old Tom bad again.” “Oh, Tom. I’ve got him now—bless him, bless him. My own Tom. My husband, my darling.” And then Tom Darkey realized the full power and blessing of woman’s love. It was a banquet of tho gods, was that supper—of the household gods all restored—with the bright angels of peace and love and joy spreading their wings over the board; On tho following 'Monday morning, Tom Darcey assumed his placo at the head of the great machine shop, and those who thoroughly know him had no fear of his going back in the slough and joylessness. A few days later Tom met Peter Tin dar on tho street. “Eh, Tom, old boy, what’s up?” “I am up—right Sid* ip.” “Yes—I see. But I hope you haven’t forsaken us, Tom?” “I havo forsaken only tho evil you have in store, Peter. Tho fact is, I concluded my wifo and littlo ones had fed on husks long onough, and if there was a kernel left in my heart, or in my manhood, they should have it.” “Ah, you heard what I said to my wife that night?” “Yes, Peter; and I shall bo grateful to you for it as long as I livo. My re membrance of you will always be re lieved by that tinge of warmth and brightness.” A Business Incident. A prominent Detroit business man sat in his office, talking with a lady who was negotiating some matter with him. Ho touched a bell and a boy an swered the summons. The lady knew tho lad and recognized him with a kindly nod. “Here, tako this down stairs and bring mo tho packago you will find on tho basement table.” “It isn’t there, sir, said tho boy.” “How do you know? 1 ’ answered tho merchant sharply. “I think Mr. put it away.’’ “Well, you’re not paid to think,” was tho angry response of the employer. “The next tims you volunteer any in formation, wait until you aro asked.” The boy’s oyes flashod and his cheeks turned red, but ho made no answer to tho rude and unnecessary language of tho man who lookod at him as if he were a culprit. Tho lady was embarrassed and sorry that she had boen a witness to such n scene. Sho know tho lad’s mother, knew he had boen well brought up, and that he was a delicate, sensitive boy, and sho wondored if his spirit was to bo broken in this way as a part of his busi ness training. And the hoy! Rage, mortificntioD, defiance, were all aroused liko a troop of angry demons, where one kind word would havo mndo him tho life-long friond of his employer and quickened every natural perception into a moro ar dent appreciation of duty.—[Detroit Froo Press. Smallpox and scarlet fever riso as tho temporaturo falls, and fall after the tomperaturo rises in tho spring. An Infant Oarsman. Although aquatic sports in Hartford, Conn., have fallen into innocuous des uetude the past few years, there aro two things about it in which her claim holds good—the championship of the Connecticut river and the youngest and smallest sculler on record. Tho latter is little Eldie C. Atherton, who was four yean old last August and weighs just 40 pounds. The little fellow takes to water as naturally as a duck, and when three years old commenced his rowing practice in what is known as a working boat The boat that he now works, or rather exhibits in, is & regu lar wooden sholl, 31 feet long and 11 inches wide, out-rigged, with sliding- seat, etc. It was built by Phelps P»t- er3of Putney, London and was used by Hanlau when he defeated Trickett in 1883. Of courso a neat foot rest is rigged up for him and this ennjNes him to use the sliding seat Tho oars he uses weigh six pounds, are of rogula- ion Mae and came from Donohue, of ittsburg, but were slightly remodeled hv Henry Andrews of this city. When young Atherton commenced his boating he had to bo watched pretty closely for his great desire wa3 to get in the mid dle of the stream and row whore it was most dangercui. He has fallen out of nis now boat five times this year and encountered sundry other mishaps, but those who have watched and trained him say there is no danger of his fall ing out now. In tho boat he sits in fine form, feathers his oars correctly and pulls a uniform stroke, and backs water and hand!cs»her in a manner that leaves no doubt of his skill. It is probablo that ha will givo an exhibition next spring at tho Harlem river, New York, under the auspices of the Metro politan Rswing association [Hartford Courant. i Practising Medicine in Ancient Egypt. | The scienco of mediciao was prac tised verj successfully in ancient Egypt and every part of the body was the ob- I ject of the study of a special class of | physicians. They had then anticipated j the mo lira plan of employing special- ! Lts. Dentists were very skilful and j used gold to stop cavities in tho teeth, j some of the mummies having been found : with teeth filled with that metal. If tho doctors risked their patients’ livc3 by unwarrantable experiments or new and untried methods of treatment they were liable to punishment and perhaps even to death. The professors of med icine were paid by the government, but they wero permitted to receive fees for special services or attention. But the ! general opinion was that sickness was ' the result of excess in eating or drink- j ing, and thus simple means of relieving i tho system wero most commonly re- i sorted to. Post-mortem examinations : were conducted to find out tho nature j of tho disease which caused death, and j thus Egyptian doctors acquirod a skill in medical mattors which was kuown and esteemed beyond tho limits of their own country. O; course, in thoso early days some superstition was wrapped up with their knowledge, for magic and charms were employed by the credulous as cures for disease.—-[San Francisco Chronicle. A Brook That Tolls the Tides. A pretty littlo stream makes its way noisily along for many milos near Hur ley, N. Y., but when it reaches a place known as the John Myer farm, about a mile from Hurley, it suddenly disap pears among a picturesque group of moss-covered bowlders that reclino in a granite basin. The spot is shut in by 1 donso foliage, and during the hottest days of summer tho retreat is uncom- [ fortably cool. Tho oldest resident has sought in vain t* account for the stream’s mysterious disappearance, and to has been equally unsuccessful in lolving the riddle regarding the boiling Up of the wator at this spot at intervals, , even during the hottest and dryost soa- lon known hero in forty years. Tho poople of Hurley know it is high or low ! .ido by a visit to the Myer farm, but j i irhat they do not know is how, when I J »r where “our littlo brook” reaches the I ; sea.—[Commercial Advertiser. ! A true principal never airtg Activity is not always eneSy. Every man owes a debt to mankind. Bo the architect of your own fortune. Health is too coetly a blessing to ba fooled away. A men of busineet is not always a business man. Loyalty to best convictions is an im portant duty. . A man of maxims only is like a Cy clops with one eye, and that eye placed in the back of his head. What view must we take of the per secutions which bofall us from tha blundering misapprehensions of ethers relating to our intentions. They who call themselves men of tha. world, and pride themselves according ly upon their knowledge, are of all mem those who know least of human nature; A person shows his standard of char acter by the standard he holds for others. Often ho knows no higher standard then those among whom he lives. The blessings of fortune are the low est; the next aro the bodily advantages of strength and health; but the super lative blessings, in fine, are those of the mind. “It is the habitual thought that frames itself into our life. Our confi dential friends have not as much to do in shaping our lives as tho thoughts which we harbor.” The question of beauty takes us out of surfaces, tQ thinking oi the founda tions of things. The tint of the flower proceeds from its root, and the lusters of the sea shell begin with its exist ence. This evil fortune which attends ex traordinary men hath been imputed to divers causes that need not be set down when so obvious a one’ cccurs, that when a great genius appears the dunces are all in conspiracy against Line. Remodeling Quaker JIarriago Lam Important changes in tha marriage lews of the younger branch of »hj So ciety of Friends are now under consid eration and will ba submitted to the next quarterly meeting. The changes recommended aro “to discourage” in stead of to “discountenance” mixel marriages; or strike out thi prohibition against courting or “keeping comp&nv” with or attending the weddings of peo ple who are not Quakers. Tne rule recommending “treating with” persons violating these regulations and “lestifv- ing against” them in case they remain obdurate is materially modified, giving tho monthly meeting the right to con done the offense if the accused gives evidence of being approachable in other respects. Paragraph 54 of tho Book of Discipline, adopted in 1840, ’ renders parties liable to bo expelled for marry ing out of the order, or, if both amen able to Friends’ law, without tho sanc tion of the monthly meeting is modified to allow the retention of the member without a written acknowledgment, provided it be found that he or sho is desirous of continuing a member of ths society. If both parties aro ‘‘amenable” and aftor care has been extended are not prepared to make satisfactory ex planation in writing, they are to bo re- leased from membership. The last par agraph has also boen rendered more liberal in its provisions for authorized marriages with persons not members of the Society of Friends.—[Philadelphia Inquirer. The Ground on Fir. Tho Winnemucca (Col.) Silver Slate says: At tho upper end of what was Humboldt lake when thero was much water in the river, the ground is made up principally of tule roots and resem bles peat somewhat. Recently a fire got started in the roots and the ground is now burning and fills the valley w ith volumes of dense smoko. Tha Indians say a fire was started in that vicinity many years ago and it burned for months.