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THE FAYETTEVILLE NEWS.
CLINTON & BEADLES, Proprietors.
FAYETTEVILLE, GA., FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 22, 1889.
VOL. I. NO. 30.
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The Quarrel.
SHE.
I’ll take a glanoe upon the sly,
To see it lie’s effended;
Just as he saunters slowly by,
I’ll take a glance upon the sly,
From’hind my fan, and by-and-V
.I’ll hnve this quarrel mended;
I’ll take a glance upon the sly
To see if he’s offended.
HE.
I’ll pass her way and show to her
That I am not heart-broken;
No woman’s whim for me—no, sir!
I’ll pass her way and show to hor
Upon my life she casts no blur,
My scorning glance as token;
I'll pass her way and show to her
That I am not heart broken.
BOTH.
I saw your glance, it was love’s own,
A mountain could not bide i r ,
Nor could a fan of careless tone;
I saw your glance; it was love’s own,
The veil was rent, the doubt was gone;
Sweetheart, let me confide it,
T saw your glance, it was love’s own,
A mountain could not hide it.
—[Detroit Free Press.
A FIGHT IN THE SNOW.
A STOKV FOB YOUNG AXD OLD.
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Popular--Reliable
It. was a cold winter morning in De
cember, 1871, and the snow was lying
thick in the streets of the old French
town of Angers, when two boys iu the
uniforn' of the Military School came
tramping round the corner where the
bronze statue of King Rene now stands,
and went, briskly up the slope beyond,
The one, tail, slim, and dark haired,
with a saucy twinkle in his bright black
eyes, was unmistakably French; while
the other, short, strongly built, hook
nosed, with a mouth and jaw as firm anil
hard as a bull-dog’s, was quite as unmis
takably Euglish. , At tbe time when
France was helping the Americans to
beat England beyond tbe Atlantic, one
would hardly have expected to find a
French and an English hoy so friendly
together; but they evidently were very
good friends for all tint.
‘‘Awkward place lo besiege, eh, com-
commde?” said tbe French lad, as they
halted on file edge of the vast moat, al
most as deep and broad as an Alpine
gorge, which separated them from (he
huge dark rumparts and massive round
towers of the old castle of Augers. *'Jf
our teacher was to put in an examination
paper, •Describe the best way of taking
Angers Castle,’ 1 should be puzzled, for
one, as sure as my name’s Eugene rle
Florae. How would you set. about it;'’
I in; English lad eyed the grim fortress
in silence for a few moments, and then
said, in the brief, stern way. from which
his French seliool-fellows had already
nicknamed him ‘’Short.speech;’’
“Cut. oil the water.”
“Rut how?” cried Eugene.
“They have only one well in the
castle, and 1 hear that it often goes dry.
Failing that, they have only the
river to depend upon. Find out their
communication with it, and cut it oil.”
“There’s something in that,” said De
Florae; *dml wouldn’t it take mi im
mense deal of time?”
“So do most things that are worth do
ing at all," said the other, quietly.
“Well,” cried De Florae, “you won’t
be able to do that when you besiege our
snow fort this afternoon; you’ll have to
cut off the snow instead of the water.
When I was at school in Briennc last
year I learned some new things in forti
fication from a Corsican boy called Napo
leon Bonaparte who seemed to know every
thing that could he known about it: and
I warn you that you'll have hard work to
drive us out of such a fort as I’m going
to build today.”
“When the time comes,” answered
Shortspecch, composedly, “we shall see
what wc can do.”
* * * * *
“Well done! Vivo la France! T.et
fly again, comrades—give 'em a good
dose! Bravo! bravo!”
And a crashing storm of snowballs
came rattling in the faces of the assail
ants, mingled with shouts of taunting
laughter, as they reeled back from the
assault for the third time.
Eugene de Florae had fully made good
his promise to give, tho attacking party
hard work. Not content with building
his fort iu the shape of a crescent, so that
the assailants could lie battered on both
sides at once, he had poured water
over the whole front of it and then let it
freeze, making the walls as slippery as
glass: Every one who tried to climb
them slid down and fell sprawling on bis
back, sending his comrades tumbling in
all directions. Some strove to tear down
the frozen walls, but only bruised their
lingers. Thrice the besiegers came rush
ing on, and thrice were they beaten back.
All at once Shortspecch, who, while
foremost, in the tight, had watched every
movement of the defenders with his keen
gray eye, called aloud, “Gare!" (take
care). Instantly Ids party turned tail
and ran. while De Florae and the holders
of the fort, already excited to the high
est pitch, could restrain themselves no
longer, and rushed out after them in a
body.
Quick as lightning half a dozen nim
ble fellows of the other party sprang
from behind a corner of the play-ground
wall, and clambering into the deserted
fort, tore down, with a shout of tri
umph, the flag that waved above it.
De Florae and his followers, thunder
struck at this unexpected disaster,
rushed wildly hack to the rescue; but in
a moment the pretended fliers faced
round and pelted them with a perfect
hail of snowballs, while, the captors of
the fort battered them on the other
side. Then all gave way, and Eugene
himself, while trying to rally his men,
slipped down into a hole, and was al
most buried in the snow when his Eng
lish friend came up and helped him out.
“Well,- 'Comrade, r ' said De Florae,
shaking the loose snow from his clothes
and hair, “you've fairly beaten life this
time, there’s no denying it. They may
well say that an Englishman lights best
when all seems lost.” ,-e
“It’s never well to he in a hurry in N
war,” answered Shortspeech, as eoolv as so
ever. "The one that can wait is the one
who wins.”
wait was the man to win in war'; lmt I
could hardly have foretold then, that I
should see the words of my friend Anhui
Shortspecch made good by the deeds of
Lord Wellington.”—[David Iver, in
Young People.
from long distances in barrels and bags
* * * * ■ i>n the backs of men, and this water is
More than thirty years after that day also taxed, with the exception of that
the sun was setting upon a liard-fought ! which is brought for the Sultan’s L> u-c-
battie in the south of France. All hold.—[New York Herald,
around the quaint, little old-fashioned
| town of Orthez the snow was trampled i Surprising Cheapness of Tinware,
into mire and stained with blood, while | “People often express great surprise at
a mingled mass of red-jacketed English, ! the cheapness of tinware. No; long ago
grccn-frocked Portuguese, and blue- ; •'> lady told me that for “he pur-
coated Frenchmen w ere rushing eon- i chased a wash boiler and enough smaller
fusedly down the hill-side beyond it j articles of tinware to entirely fill the
amid rolling clouds of smoke. j boiler. If they could .see how quickly
As the beaten army’ gave wav, a i those articles arc made they would no
French officer of high rank, cut off from ! longer wonder at their cheapness. A
his comrades, set his back against a tree,
and, wounded through he was, slushed
so fiercely at the four English grenadiers
who had hemmed him in as to keep them
all at bay for a few moments.
“Surrender, mounseer! cried one of
the assailants; “you've fought like a
good ’un, and we don't want to hurt
you.”
“Never!” answered the Frenchman, in
English; but just then his sword snapped
off at the hilt, and he was left defence
less,
“What’s all this?” asked a stern voice
behind the group, at the first sound of
which the British soldiers drew back and
saluted respectfully. “Who are you,
monsieur?”
“General Eugene de Florae," replied
the Frenchman, looking keenly at his
questioner.
“De Florae!"echoed tin* English Com-
mander-in-Chiof—for i: was indeed he
who had come up so opportunely; “1
thought as much the moment 1 heard
your voice. Well, General. I'm very glad
to meet you again, although this is a dif
ferent kind of tight iu the snow from
our last one at Angers."
“It is indeed," laughed De Florae, as
ho grasped the baud ot his old school
fellow. “I remember your telling me,
that very day, that ‘the one who could
PEARl s OF THOUGHT.
Collecting Taxes in Turkey.
The collection of taxes in all the in
terior of Turkey and her dependencies
upon farm produce, made by revenue offi
cers belonging to each particular pachalik
is made in kind when there is no ready
money. When the crops fail the amount
which each one usually pays must be
given in money, otherwise the
soldiers, or revenue officers, seize the
animals, implements, copper cooking
utensils, and iu fact everything of -effi
cient value to carry off, and these are
turned into money, leaving whole fami
lies utterly destitute. If they make an
outcry they receive the bastinado or are
thrust into prison.
Those farmers or peasants who live
within a- distance of fifty miles from
Constantinople bring their scanty stock
of salable articles, such as small veget
ables, fruit, poultry, etc., and all these
roads converge in two, which have sta
tions for the revenue officers at Mashiak,
which is near the forest of Belgrade,
and another on the Ta.xime, near the
Grand Champs Cemetery. Here the
trains of poor peasants pass with theii
donkeys, with their bags upon their
shoulders or with baskets containing a
little salad or a few eggs or chicken—
in short, anything they have to sell.
They' are -topped ami their produce ap
praised, and the peasant must render up
part of his scanty store, letting the offi
cials take out what they wish as tax.
Then he receives a bit of red paper
which permits him to go on and sell the
diminished stock. Money, however, is
always preferred when tbe peasant has it,
but when he has no money the officials
help themselves always to the best of the
stock. If he complains, which he
seldom does, he receives tie 1 bastinado.
> other people in these days could be
submissive, under -la b abject slavcrv.
All tiie drinking water i- brought
A liar is a coward toward men.
Debt is the worst xind of poverty.
Our chief end is to be freed from all,
if it may be. Ims. ' from tbe greatest,
. vils.
Theft never enriches, alms never im
poverish. murder vill ..peak out of stone
walls.
Repentance a Haunt amendment, i- like
continually pumping without mending
the leak.
Sleep eight hours of the 24, cat three
meals a day. ami >.k on the sunny side
of the way.
If a word spoken in its time is worth
one piece of money,‘silence in its time is
worth two pieces.
Did it ever occur to you that, although
the bass drum doesn’t make good music,
it drown- a heap of bad?
A celebrated writer says: “We never
see a tear in the eye but we are reminded
of a warm heart."
Fame and reputation are weak ties;
many have not the least sen-e of them;
powerful men are only awed by them as
thev conduce to their interest.
piece of cheap coke-tin can be made into
a stew pan almost in the wink of an eye,
1 might say. There is a general impres
sion that because such tinware is cheap it. i
will not give good service, but this j s not j
generally the ease. The greatest jin per- j
lection is caused by careless soldering, [
but this applies only to the most inferior I
grades. The better grades of the so- j
called cheap goods have double pressed |
seams, which are practically everlasting. |
Tinware is cheap only because it is made |
by rapid machinery. Should this eouu- i
try ever produce tin in quantities large I
enough for home consumption, tinware j
will likely be cheaper than ever."—[lies- 1
ton Cultivator.
Apples With Blood.red Hearts.
The advent of i quantity <>f “bloody
heart" apples into the Windham (Coim.i
markets from tlie back country town of
Franklin has resulted in the unearthing
of tin ceric tradition about this singular
fruit, which lias found its wav into print.
They are called the •• Micah Rood
apples” and are of a delicious flavor,
snowy interior, and cherry-red skin. In
everyone there is a large red globule
near the heart of the fruit resembling a
drop of blood. This peculiarity has been
made the subject of investigation hut no
theory accounts fnr it as plausibly as the
tradition of “Micah Rood.s curse."
Mieali Rood was a prosperous farmet
at Franklin. Conn., in ltifl.'l. He was
avaricious, lmt finally became indolent,
-pending' hi- time in dreaming over
coveted wealth. < me day a peddler, w ho
itirried a pack tilled with valuable
jewelry, pas-ed hi- house. Hi-
dead body wa- found the next day be
neath an apple tree on Micah.s farm
where the latter was wont t«i sit. The
skull was split open and the man's pack
rifled. Rood stoutly denied any knowl
edge of the erhtf. and although suspic
ion attached it-■•If to him nothing was
proved against him. He became ruo-
t'l.-e and moody and never prospered af
terward.
People wagged their head- when, on
the Autumn following the murder.
Rood’s apple tree commenced to bear the
••iiloodv-heart" apples. They said it
was a 'il»-iit judgment upon him and that
the dying [leddler'- curse upon the head
of hi- de-troyer had come home to roost
upon Rood's apple tri . Nothing like the
apples had ever been -ecu before. Either
the apples or the suspicion wore the life
out ot Rood, for he died soon after they
appeared.
Ever since then the live ha- lived, but
it lia- almost ceased to bear the strange
apples. It is the fruit from other trees
grafted from the original stock that re
vives the story today.— New York
Times.
This oor-
a front
A Fine Corner Lot.
Landrum (real estate agouti—
| nor lot you may have for $400
I foot. j
Bingham (prospecting:—Isn't that a ]
! trifle steep?
; Landrum—Steep? No! flu-t look at '
the magnificent sky over this lot that I j
don't charge anything for!- [Yeaowine's I
News.
A Good Grip.
Beaver- •Harkins is a man who al
ways holds fast to the truth."
Cleverly—“Yes; I notice he never lets
' it escape him.”- [Drake'- Magazine.
A Toad iu a Horse's Throat.
A Berkshire fanner has just lost a val
uable cart colt from a most extraordinary
cause. The eolt had for a very long
time suffered very much from difficulty
of breathing. An operation having been
performed on its throat to no purpose, it
was finally decided to have it shot. On
the earea-s being cut up and the neck
severed at the shoulders, to the great as
tonishment of those present, a fair-sized
load crawled out of the opening iu the
windpipe, and the extraordinary cause of
the poor animal's sufferings became at
once apparent. The toad was almost
red when extricated, but gradually as
sumed its natural color. —[London Till-
Bits.
