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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.