CLINTON & BEADLES, Proprietor?,
FAYETTEVILLE, GA., FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 8, 1889.
VOL. I. NO.
<; s.
Lullaby.
Fair is the castle up on the hill—
Hushaby, sweet, my ownl
the night is fair and the waves are still,
A.nd the wind is singing to you and me
in this lowly home beside the sea—
Hushaby, sweet, my own!
On yonder hill is store of wealth—
Hushaby, sweet, my own!
And revellers drink to a little one’s health;
But you^and I bide night and day,
For the other love that has sailed away—
Hushaby, sweet, my ownl
See not, dear eye3, the forms that creep
’ Ghostlike, O my own!
Out of the mists of the murmuring .deep:
Oh, see them not, and make no cry
Til the angels of death have passed us by—
Hushaby, sweet, my own!
Ah, little they reck of you and me—
Hushaby, sweet, my own 1
In our lonely homo besido the sea;
rhey seek the castle up on the hill,
And there they will do their* ghostly will—
Hushaby, O, my ownl
Here by the sea a mother croons
Hushaby, sweet, my own!
In yonder castle a mother swoons.
While the angels go down to the misty deep.
Bearing a little one fast asleep—
Hushaby, sweet, my own!
•-[Eugene Field, in Chicago News.
WINNING A WIDOW.
35Y HELEN FOJIKEST GRAVES.
“Jothaml” quoth Mr. Wiggloton, lo
his chief farm-hand.
“Well, what’s wantin’!” lazily re-
iponded Jotham Hardcastle, with a
half-masticated straw between his
teeth, as he looked up from the bit of
harness ho was mondiag.
“The Widow Palmleaf has taken that
eottago at tho foot of the lane.’*
“Tell me something I didn’t know
afore,” said Jotham, with more freodom
than reverence in his' manner.
“And if she' sends up to borrow tho
j»r th& hr the spa l e .., .,*
"Well, wnatthen?”
“Tell her she can’t have’em. Women
ate always borrowing. I know Hobart
Palmleaf whon ho was nlivj; he was a
chronic borrowor. I don’t want any
thing to do with his widow.’’
“All right,” obsorvod Jotham, philo-
nphically; and his master resumed tho
perusal of his newspaper onco more.
“Jotham!” said Mr. Wiggleton,
about ton days afterward, a* ho came
in, heated and out of breath from a
Walk. (Mr. Wiggleton wasn’t as spry
as he had beon boforo liis fivo-and .for
tieth birthday, and tho Locust Hill
was a pretty steep ascent).
“Well, what now? ’
‘•I wonder if that was the Widow
Palmloaf I saw gathering blackbcrrios
into a basket by the south wall of the
cottage garden?”
‘‘Kind o’ slim and tall?”
“Yes.” ’
“Blue eyes, and hair as shiny as
satin?”
“Yes.”
“And a little white parasol, lined
with pink?”
“Yes.”
‘‘Reckon likely it was,” said Jo-
tham.
“But,” porsiited tho puzzled land
owner, “she doesn’t look at all like a
widow.”
“Thero’s as much difference in
widows as thoro is in other folks,” ob
served Jotham, dryly.
Mr. Wiggloton was silent for a
minute or two.
“Jotham!” he finally said.
“Woll?”
“Has she sent to borrow anything?”
“Sent yesterday forenoon—asked if
wo had a screw-driver to lond—tho
hinge was cornin’looie on tho garden
gate.”
“And what did you toll her?”
“Said my ordor was contrary wise to
lendin’ or borrowin’.”
“Jotham, you are a fool.”
“’Tain’t tho firsttime you’vo said so,
and ’taint tho first time you’vo been
wrong,” said Jotham, with a calmness
of demeanor that was beautiful to bo-
hold. ‘‘Hard words is considered in
tho wages, and I ain't tho man to find
fault. I only did as you told mo.”
“Yos, but Jotham—never miud—tho
next time she sends, let her have what
ever she wants.”
“Said somethin' about wantin’ a man
to come and hoc them «arly potatoes.
Bs I to go?’’
“Certainly—of course. Neighbors
should act like neighbors, especially in
the country.”
And Mr, Wiggloton sighed and
wished that he was not too corpulent
and unused to labor to hoo the Widow
Palmleal’s early potatoes himself.
But he dil tho next best thing; ho
went over to look at tho field after
Jotham had hood it, and gave tho
widow good ad vico concerning a cer
tain rocky uphill bit of sheop-pasture
that belonged to the cottage farm.
“I’d lay that down in winter rye,
if 1 were you, ma’am,” said Mr. Wig-
gleton.
“I am so much obliged to you,” said
the widow, swoetly. “Since poor dear
Hobart was taken away I have no one
to adviso me on these subjects.” '
And Mr. Wiggleton thought how soft
and pretty her blue oyes looked as she
spoke.
“Oh, pshaw!” snid Jotham, leaning
on the handle of his hoe, “winter rye
ain’t the sort o’ crop for that spot.
Spring wheat’s tho only thing to grow
there.”
“Hold your tongue, Jotham!” cried
his employer, tostily.
“Yesl, sir, I will,” said Jotham, with
a broad grin over Mr. Wiggloton’s shin
ing bald head.
“And about theso hyacinth beds,
ma’am,” said the latter, recovering his
equanimity, “I'll come over this even
ing if you will allow me .”
“I shall be delighted,” interrupted
the widow, with a smile that showed a
set of tooth os white and regular as
pearls.
“This evening, ma’am,” repoated
Mr. Wiggleton, with a bow, “and we'll
sketch out a diagram. Hyacinths; have
’foliSWiiknioret?,(Mrs. Palinioofi” ..
‘‘So I hnvo always heard,” said tho
widow.
That evening, after Air. Wiggleton
had returned from discus-dag tho mo
mentous question of 6andy soil, bulbous
roots and cresconts and circles, ho
found Jotham on tho front porch con-
tontedly breathing tho flower scontod
air.
“A very pretty woman, that Mr?.
Palmleaf, Jotham,’’ said tho employer;
not because thero was any special con
geniality of soul betweon himself and*
his farm-hand, but because ho could
havo talkod to tho gate-posts if Jotham
hadn’t happened to bo there.
“Well, nobody doubts that, as ever
I heerd on,” said Jotham, with his el
bows on his knees, and his face com
placently turnod toward tho full moon.
“And she can’t bo ovor thirty?”
“So I should a said, myself,” assent
ed Jotham.
“I’m glad she has taken tho eottago
on a long lease, Jotham,” pursued Mr.
Wiggleton, “I liko good neighbors.”
“Most folks does,” obsorved Joth
am.
And he got up, shaking himself liko
a great Newfoundland dog, and went
into tho house, leaving Mr. Wiggloton
to the companionship of his own cogi
tations. There are times ia which soli-
tudo is said to bo tho host company;
perhaps this was one of those special
occasions, in tho estimation of Mr.
Jotham Hardcastle.
Tho summer went by; tho great
maple in front of tho Wiggleton man
sion began to glow as if its leaves hud
been dipped in blood and melted gold;
tho astors reared their purplo torchos
along the stone wall by tho cottage un
der tho hill, and any acuto observer
might have perceived that Mrs. Palm-
loaf had laid down tho rocky bit of up
hill ground in spring whoat instead of
winter ryo.
“Jothaml” said Mr. Wiggloton to
his farm hand ono evening; it was tho
first time thoy had had a firo on tho
wide, old-fashioned hearth.
“Woll?”
“I—have concluded it isn’t best for
you to livo hero at tho houso any
longor.”
“What’s goin’to happen?” said Jo
tham. “You tin’t goin’ to hire another
hand be you?”
“No; to be sure net. ’You suit me
admirably, Jotham, only’’—and Mr.
Wiggleton shot the words out with an
effort. “I am thinking of being mar
ried.”
“Oh!” said Jotham.'
“It’s rather late in life, to be sure,”
said Mr. Wiggleton, conscious of look
ing extremely sheepish; “blit you know,
Jotham, it’s never too late to do a good
thing.”
“Certainly not,” snid Jotham. dryly.
“You ought to get married, Jotham,”
addet^his employer, speaking in rather
a rapid and embarrassed manner.
“Think sot”
“Certainly. You might live in tho
little house beyond the peach orchard;
it wouldn’t take much to fit it up nice
ly, now that paint and paper are so
cheap.”
Jotham stnrcd reflectively at the fire.
“And your wife could take care of
tho cream and butter, and all that sort
of thing for us. It isn’t likely Ma
P Ahem!—it isn’t likely, I mean,
that my wife will care for such things.”
“Humph!” remarked Jotham.
“I’d advise you to turn the thing all
over in your mind, Jotham,” said Mr.
Wig gleton.
“Yes, I will,” said Jotham, with a
little cough.
The next morning Mr. Wiggloton at
tired himself in his best suit, and went
to the cottage.
Mrs, Palmleaf received him in a
charming crimson cashmere wrapper,
with ribbons to match.
Mr. Wiggleton wasted no time in
useless preliminary chit chat.
“Mrs. Palmleaf—ma’am,'* he began,
a little nervously,' ‘T have concluded to
change my'condition.”
‘‘Indeed 1” said, the -widow, smiling
liko an opening rose; “J am glad to
hear it”, - w Jm
“And I am hero thif *"morning to
nsk you to bo my wife 1” pursued onr
hero, boldly.
"You are very kind, sir,’’ said Mrs.
Palmloaf, blushing, and looking prot-
tier than ever; “but 1—I ically
couldn’t.”
“And why not?" demanded Mr. Wig
gleton, fairly taken aback by this unex
pected answer.
“I am engaged!” owned up the
charming widow, playing with tho
crimson ribbons at her bait.
“Might I dare to ask—-that is
“Oh, certainly. It’s Jotham Hard
castle.”
Mr. Wiggleton stammered out a sen
tence or two of congratulation, and
took his leave.
And when tho “spring wheat” roared
its green tassels on the hill-sidc,
Jotham married the pretty young
widow-—and Mr. Wiggloton’s single
yet. He always felt as if ho had been
ill-treated, but he never could tell ex
actly how.—[New York Weekly.
PEARLS OF THOUGHT.
New Cure for Malaria.
The boarders of a certain boarding
houso in Jersey City, N. J., were all
recently prostrated with malaria. Tho
doctor who was called in to treat them
discovered that they were suffering
from that worst typo of malaria caused
by sewer gas. On investigation he
discovorod that in each room was a
stationary basin, and that foul gas was
continually arising from them. To
carry off this offensive gas he had the
basias fillod with water and a board
put over tho mouths of tho basins every
night. The gas that then came up into
tho basin was concentrated about tho
sides of it, and in tho morning when
the basin was emptied it would bo car
ried down into the sower once more.
This plau works admirably.—[Now
York Sun.
Charity is not an action; it Is life.
Everybody who is somobody, can do
something.
Honesty is something that always
bides its time.
The fattest cow did not always stop
at the first gate.
The desire to gamble and the desire
to steal are twins.
It is not what you give so much as
the way you give that counts.
The one who sows the seed is more
to be feared than the harvester.
The man who has the mast money is
often pooror than he who has but little.
The man who first began to improve
fruit was worth more to the world than
A President’s Equipage.
It is a curious fact that all the cab!*
net officers are fnrnished with horses
and carriages at government expense,
but that the pre. ident is not. If the
president wants any of those things he
must supply them himselL There is a
stable near the white bouse, built dur
ing Grant’s time, with plenty of room
for horses, but every president who
comes finds it empty. And, of course,
it costs him lots of money to fill it.
Whoever sells a horse or carriage to the
president of the United States expects
to get about 25 per cent, moro for it
than ho would if ho sold it elsewhore.
Of courso the president must have
three or four carriages and several
horses. Whether General Harrison will
bring any with him or bay them is not
known. Probably he will bay now car
riages, and, of coarse, a president’s
to himself.
Whon a mnn has no good reason for ! horses must bo thoroughbreds. And he
doing a thing he has one good reason need not expect much of thnm after he
for letting it alone.
No bliodnoss or lack of opporluaity
to do great things deprives any of the
right to bo a good man.
There is nothing that will tend so
strongly to tho elevation and purifica
tion of young men ns femalo society.
Characteristic.
“There is one characteristic which I
you Americans havo that I hnvo nevor I
boou able to account for,” remarked the j
English traveler, as ho bagan to thaw. ;
“Why do you always reply to a quos- i
tion by asking another?”
“Do we?” innocently responded the I
Yankee.—[Juige. '
Mysterious Volcano Fish.
In 1803 Von Humboldt was fortunate
i enough to witness an eruption of Mount
j Cotopaxi, a well known peak in tho
■ northern Andes, during which, among
i other products, a large number of fish
i were ejected. The inquiries immedi
ately instituted and tho investigations
of moro recent travelers havo brought
to light the astounding fact that, from
time to time, though at irregular per
iods, fi-hes are cast up from the interior
of the mountain during volcanic erup
tions. The phenomenon is not con
fined to Cotopaxi, but has been . ^
•erred alto ia ether canton ft velmic
***> ?***>&»* ■ sMriP
baburu, Cargueirago, etc., ail in the
same range. From tho craters of these
volcanoes, or from fiisuros in their
tides, it is an ascertained fact that fi-h
are vomited to a height of some 10,000
feet above the level of the sea au.l
about half that height abovi thi sur
rounding plains. They arc ejocted in
such countless shoals that on more than
one occasion tho fetid exhalations pro
ceeding from their putrid bodies have
spread disease and death over the
neighboring regions.
As far as the external world is con
cerned, tho fish i3 known to exist in
some lakes on the sides of these moun
tains, and it is possible that these
lakes communicate with reservoirs in
the interior, where the prognadillas are
generated, and thus find their way
through the crater. But this is mere
conjecture.
A Petrified Whale.
If you havo ever traveled the road to
Temescalyou will probably remember
seeing a number of odd-looking rocks
piled up at tho cross-roads just this side
of Pepper hill, on A. Hoag’s place.
You may not be aware, however, that
those rocks are the fossil remains of
some hugh member of the animal king
dom, but such is the interesting fact,
and the interesting relics of the defuuct
monster arc now removed to a place con
venient for the inspection of any who
may be curious to view them.
To O. A. Smith the public is indebted
for the placing of these fossils in a
moro public placo than they formerly
occupied. Learning about them he ob
tained Mr. Hoag’s consent to removo
them to u more central location, but
desiring to ascertain positively their
valuo beforo incurring the expense of
romoviug thorn Mr. Smith wrote to the
etato geologist for hu opinion. That
functionary in turn communicatod with
Dr. Stephon Bowers of Ventura, who
being in tbia vicinity came, and after
looking at the fossils pronounced them
in all probability portions of a petrified
whale. Being satisfied with the report
Mr. Smith had tho petrifications re
moved to tho hotel grounds and placed
at the intersection of driveways, where
any ono can see thorn who wishes.-
[South Riverside (Cal.) Boe.
gets through his term in tho white
•muse either, for Washington pave
ments are hard on horses, as President
Cleveland’s big seal browns show. The
president is also obliged to lurnish his.
own driver. Albert Htwktns, a big
colored man whom Grant brought here
before he became president, is still
driving at the white house, as he has
done ever since Grant’s term, sni will
probably bo re-engaged by Mr. Harri
son; but if he does it will bo at his
own expense. For the government does
not pay Albert’s salary.
Inside the white house Mrs. Harrison
will find omployes waiting to be re-en
gaged and paid for their services. The
steward, who has charge of the k itchen.
and dining room, tho various subordi
nates who sweep and dust and cook and
ttend to the table and tableware—
they are all private employes. Down
in the baaement, ifyoa pass
time, 1 " A * "*
•f th* t
Mm,
Of course, there is a yearly appropria
tion for the contingent expenses or the
white house, but this is intended more
to keep up the furniture and furnish
ings generally than to pay the cost of
the president's iiviag or the hire of his
servants. —[Milwaukee Sentinel.
Butter Without Chnrning.
The art of making butter is aoout to
be revolutionized. That i-, if a dis
covery just made by a lady in West
Nyack, N. Y., can bo successfully put
in operation. Neither horse, dog nor
hand power has a part in the new
j method. Its discovery wa9 accidental.
| The discoverer, who has experimented
with her new method macy times, be
lieves ia it thoroughly.
[ She put tho cream of several days’
j milkings irom her pet Jersey cow ia a
thick cloth one day last summer, and
I aa it was too warm to churn, placed the
bag in the ground in a cool place,
throwings shovelful of earth over
I so that puss could not get at it.
She left it there until she came home
the next day. When she took the bag
from the ground she found the cream
had turned to a great yellow lump of
butter, and tho only thing left for her
to do was to salt and mark it. The
buttermilk had entirely disappeared,
but there was about a third more than
the usual amount of butter obtained b J
churning.
She has tried tho experiment a dozen
times since and always obtained bettor
butter than by churning. The only ex
ception was one time whon the rain
soaked into the ground and mildewed
the cream. She is perfectly willing to
lot the world have the benefit of her
discovery, hoping it may in some de
gree lessen the hard work of farmers'
wives.
Whether it is the chemical action of
a particular condition of tho soil on the
cream or what the causo is, sho does
not attempt to expiate, but the fact re
mains that when she has buried tho
cream in the earth for twouty-four
hours it is turned to butter, and good,
sweet butter too.—[New York Herald.
A man’s conscience is his most
ful friend.
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