The Fayetteville news. (Fayetteville, Ga.) 18??-????, November 15, 1889, Image 2
r The lout* new States come into the Union with an area three Hmm m great as the British Isles. The owner of tae finest collection of watches in the world is Sir Julian Gold- schniid, n wealthy Englishman, whoso riches arc said to nearly equal those of the Kothschilds. The Government of Denmark lias for years spent over $50,000 yearly for the maintenance of dairy schools. The re sult has been an immense improvement in dairy precincts, and a lively demand for Danish butter. Robert E. Porter, Superintendent ot the census, estimates tho population of the Uuited States at 65,000,000. He thinks there are 57,000,000 la cities and village! aui on farms, and 8,099,- 000 negroes. Tho attempt at training swallows to carry messages, instead of using carrier- pigeons, promises to meet with success. A swallow recently made tho record of 115 miles in an hour and thirty minutes. Should such a messenger service prove feasible it will probably bo adopted i» the F.ench armir. In Italy women continue to pusuo occupations which seem properly to be long to the stronger sex. Women brick-layers and women hod-carriers are employed in all Italian cities. They dress wretchodly, go barefooted, and lheir fare is of the poorest. Their wages are twenty cents a day. The London Standard calls attention lo the fact that no person now living will again dato a document without Bjing a ‘ ‘9." It now stands in the ex trema right—1839. Next year it will take second place—1890, where it will remain ten years. It will then move into third place—1900, anl thoro will rest a century. Chinese highbtndors are committing murders with great frequency in this coun try. The New York Sun considers “it may bo necessary to seud all tho Chinese homo. There are less thau 1000 Amer icans in China, and a considerable pro portion of those aro engaged in diplo matic pursuits. If all tho Americans cams home we should lose nothing; we could well afford to exchange tho Chi nese in this country for the Americans in China.” , The jury law, as amended, will soon go into eftect in New York City, and under its provisions, it will bs moro difficult than it has been to escape jury duty, provided the Judgos, whose pow er is increased by tho amended law, will act strictly. Trial by jury, remarks the Epoch, is a farce unless you cm got good men to serve,and it is in the high est degree unpatriotic for citizens to by all kinds of frivolous pretexts, to escape being jurymen. y —' ~ \ The people of Paris, who have been impressed with the conviction that Edi son was tho inventor of the tclogrnph, the telephone, tho electric light and tho •phonograph, and possibly even of elec tricity itself, will probably think him more nearly a demi-god thau ever sinco bis gift of $2000 for the benefit of the poor of Paris. Mr. Elison is claimed to have received the greatest ovation in Paris ever accorded to a foreigner. M. Jules Ctarote even declares that it may bo said of Edison, as it was of Hum boldt, that no nation can claim him as exclusively its own; bis country is the world. The eight-hour movement in Great Britain, according to ths San Francisco Chronicle, “docs not make much prog ress; on the contrary, there seems to bo a decided reaction of sentiinentuufavor- ablc lo the proposition. At Ihe session of the Trades .Union Congress at Dun dee, a report was submitted showing that only 39,029 members of the union favored the movement, while 62, 883 re- cordel themselves as being opposed to it. The matter has been vory intelli gently and earnestly discussed, and the opinion seems to have been reached that any further reduction in the hours of labor in Great Britain would inevitably ho followed by a reduction of wages. Tho mnj >rity of thoso who favor the eight hours a day movement do so on the dis tinct ground that it would, if carried into effect, necessitate the employment of many who now remain idle for want of something to do. Tho idea is full of broad charity, and is a further illus tration of the fact that the poor are their own best friends.” Every rose must have its thorn, of course; and it is now charged that the smokeless powder, which is so popular with military experts in Gormany, Italy and France, is worse than anything over known before. The Washington Star thinks it possiblo that the next humane congress that meets in Europe may have to pass resolutions on tho cruelty of ad ding to tho already multitudinous hor rors of modem warfare. That Queen Victoria is a woman of more than ordinary force of character is clearly shown by the fact that during her recent visit to Wales slic on several occasions flattered the natives by address ing them in their own language. Moreover, she is able to both read and write Hindostanoc with considerable fluency. There are but few ladies, in the opinion of the San Francisco Chronicle, who at the aga of seventy would have tin perseverance and cour age to acquire proficiency in two such excruciatingly difficult language as Hindostancc and Welsh. The consumption of China tea in Great Britain ton years ago amounted to 123,000,000 lbs., and that of Indian produce to 23,000,000 lbs.; but last year odly 87,000,000 lbs. of China ten were consumed in Great Britain, as against 93,000,000 lbs. of Indian and Ceylon tea. This great change in the tea trade is principally attributed to tho defective method of cultivation prevail ing in China, and to the discredit which has been brought on the Chinese pro duct by the systematic adulteration practised by the native dealers. The export duty, which amounts altogether to about 50 per cent, of the present value of the article, has also contributed considerably to ruin tho Chinese tea trade. A correspondent of the Havana, Cuba Progreso describes a visit to the Isle de Pinos, the “Pino Island,” on tho South coast of Cuba, where the Spaniards have established a penal colony for political offenders and cer tain classes of criminals. The colony is nominally under the supervision of a military governor, who, however, seems to devole his timo chiefly to nautical experiments, leaving tho convicts to en joy their leisure the best way they can. Some of them own quito exten sive bannua gardens; others assist tho governor in tho construction of patent life-boats; but the plurality gain a liv ing by the (raining of lighting cocks, which they raise by hundreds and ship to Havana and Cicnfuegos with every out-going steamer. The demand for American beef in the English market has had an almost boom-like growth during the past year. The high water mark was reached re cently when tho steamship England sailed from New York for Liverpool with 1022 live steers, averaging 1400 pounds each, and 1700 quarters of beef. In London the price of a good bullock is from $90 to $100. This would make tho livo stock shipment by the England worth not les3 than $140,000. Something like 10,009 heads of cattle are shipped from American port3 every week to Europe, and ^Tew York gets the lion’s share of the business, sending out about 6000 heads a week. The boom has also extended to the sheep trade, and the prices obtained aro very satisfactory. Tho career of the late Wilkie Collins, observes the Washington Stir, shows how little the most conscientious of parents can judge for his children what calling in life holds out tho brightest promise for their special powers. Collins’s father had a notion of making either a university don or a clergyman of him, but tho boy haled the classics and had little tasto for tho duties of a clergy man, and, ill order to avoid both, en tered a counting-liouso. He was 22 years old beforo he made up his mind to desert commerce and try his hand at law. For five years lie read law in a desultory way, and continued a barris ter in name to the day of his death, but without a brief. In the meantime lie gave his thoughts almost wholly to literature. IIow well he did his work, how thoroughly he vindicated liis final choice of letters for a profession, need not bo discussed; but it is safe to say that, had he followed his father’s bent instead of bis own, his name would scarcoly have crossed the borders of the parish in which be lived and labored, unless in connection with the story of a man whose career had been a disma' failure. A World for Wort*?* This world is good enough for those wfco do their part while in it, Who find the work they ought to do aud cheerily begin it; It's far too good for thoso who spend their days in more complaining, And better than, unless they change, the one they will bo gaining. The honest, earnest toiler gets his share of joy and money; The loud-mouthed drones may rant away— ’tis work that wins the honey. ELFRIDA’S PLACE. Old Mrs. Galway sat sorrowfully at her west window, watching tho apple gathering. Above tho hills hung a soft, yellow mist; the groat chestnut tree in tho lane was turning to a bou quet of rustling gold; the asters and dahlias along tho garden-walk were blossoming in gau ly profusion. “It’s the fitst year," said Mrs. Gal way, “that I haven't been able to help ’em barrel up the rod sweets and the yaller pippins. And I'm helpless with tho rheumatics. Oil, dear, dear, to think it should come to this! What’s that noise? I'll hot a carroway-seed it’s the cat among the milk-pans I And it’s time the kettle was over for tea, and Sarah Soper’s forgot to come and sea to it!” She looked piteously up at the clock, but just as she was about to lift up her voice in shrill summons, a footstep creaked heavily on tho doorstep. “It’s me,” said Sarah Soper, a gray haired, sharp-featured spinster, who lived in the house who e yellow gable end was just visiblo through the maple- trees beyond. “I’m a little late, on account o’ stoppin’ to buy a paper o’ hair-pins and two cards o’ buttons of a peddler that came along.” “I thought you never was coming,” said Mrs. Galway, petulantly. Sarah looked sharply at her. “I tell you what, Mrs. Galway,” said she, “you made a great mistake when you set your face against Zenas’ mar- ryin’ that pretty factory-girl two year ago! If you’d a nice stirrin’ daughter- in-law, now— “Instead of depending upon other folks to come and help me—yes,” said Mrs. Galway. “I’m beginning to think so mysolf. Bu. if you haven’t nothin’ better to do, Sarah Soper, than to re mind people of their short-comings, you’d better go back home again.” “And there wasn’t nothin’ against Fanny Walters as ever I heerd on,” re flectively went on Sarah S.ipcr, as she seta match to the shavings and kindling wood in the cooking stove, “except her good looks. Yes, Almira Galway, you made a mistake there. Zenos ain’t never been the same man since.” Mrs. Galway moved uneasily in her chair. “Where is Zenos, anyhow?” ques tioned the merciless catechist, as she settled tho shining tin teakettle in its place, and slid the dampers to let the smoke go up tho chimney. “Gono to town,” curtly answered Mrs. Galway. “Eh—wlmt for?” “To get a hired girl.” Barah Soper opened her mouth and eyes. “Well, I never," said she. “You come to that—you, as always said nothin’ would induce you to keep a girl!" “That was before I had the imflam- matory rheumatism," sighed Mrs. Gal way. “There ain’t no law against folks changing their minds, as I know on. I can’t bo do pendent on neighbors all the time.” Miss Soper chuckled softly. “The idee of of Zen as Galway in one o’ them intelligence offices 1" said she. “I would like to be hid away and hear how he manages it! ’ “I guoss Zenas can manage as well as anybodyl" sharply retortod Mrs. Galway. But slie was nettled, nevertheless, and more than once while Surah Soper was cutting tho bread, bringing the butter from down cellar and opening a jar of preserved blackberries for tea, she said to herself: “I ’most wish I lu.da’t made such a fuss over Zenas’ notion for Fanny Wal ters!” While these domostic preparations were going on in the Galway farmhouso, Zenas, the son and heir of tho estab lishment, was sitting, in a despairing attitude, on a hard, unpainted settee in Mr. Cummings’ “Headquarters for Do mestic Aid,” interviewing a long suc cession of hopeless incapables, of differ- eat ages and nationalities. “Pretty hard to suit, ain’t yon?” said Mr. Cummings, lifting his spectacled eyes above the line of his ledger at last. “It’s no use,” said Galway, in a de jected way. “I don’t think my mother would have one of these women in the house.” “Well, look here,” said Mr. Cum mings, “here’s a gal just come in. Mcbbo you can come to terms with her. ” “But," spoke a soft voice, “I want ed a place ns companion.” “Well, this is a place as companion,” said Mr. Cummings, doggedly, “to an old lady up country—only she’ll expect you to do tho housework.” A silence followed; apparently the candidate was considering. “You've been cornin’ arter this com panion place for a week,” urged Cum mings; “and you ain’t had a chance yet, nor the ghost of one. Come! bet ter take what you can get.” A slight figure came out from behind the curtained rail and confronted Gal way. She was a pretty, fair-haired girl, with timid, hazel eyes, and a eheek flushed with nervous excitement. “What wages do you give?” said slie. “Eight dollars,” answered Zenas. “I’ll come,” she decided, after a brief hesitation. “I must get some sort of a situation.” “But I must take you home at once,” said tho young man. “My wagon is waiting down below.” “I must go home after my clothes,” said the girl. “I'll be back here in half an hour. Wait!” And she vanished. “Now,” said Mr. Cummings, turning over a new leaf in his ledger, “I call that a stroke o' business for both of you. They all want to be companions, or sec retary, or somethin’ o’ that sort. It sounds more liigh-tonod, you know. But, arter all, good honest housowork’s the thing!” Mr. Cummings hero paused to talk with a stout youug man, who desired a position as porter in a store. Zenas Galway sat staring at the check ered reflection of the window panes on the floor, ns they moved slowly along with tho westering sun. And little Elfrida Howitt fleJ swiftly down a nar row street, up a winding stair to a close little apartment, where lay a pale, young convalescent, trying to while away the weary hours with sewing cut-jet beads on silken gimp for the nearest fancy store. She looked up, her bright eyes all inquiry. “Well?” she said, eagerly. “I've got a place, darling, at last I' The invalid drew a long breath. “It’s only eight dollars % month,"’ pursued Elfrida; “but I’ll send every cent of it to you, dear, until you’re well enough to get back to the store. And it's quite a smalL family-—only one lady. And I'll try so bard to suit her!” “But, Fr da—oh, dear little Frida!— what shall I do without you?” cried the pallid convalescent, clasping her thin hands. “We mustn’t think of that,” said Efrida, resolutely. “You’re going to get well, and then wo shall both do splendidly. Kiss me, dear. I've got to pack my little bag, for the—the car riage is waiting at tho ‘Headquarters.’” “Tho carriage! They must bo very grand people,” said the elder sister. “But you haven’t told mo the address, Fri'da." Elfrida stopped packing and regarded her sister with eyo3 of puzzled amuse ment. “I forgot to ask it,” said she, “but I'll send it by mail. It will all be right, dear. Now one more kiss. Good-by!" And Elfrida ran away, blinded by the tears slio was'too bravo to shed in her sister’s presence. “Is it very wicked, I wonder,” she asked herself, “to lot her think I’m going to be companion to a sick lady! But something had to bo done, or wo both should have starved." It was twilight when Zenas Galway assisted liis companion to alight at the door of tho farmhouse under the yel lowing maple boughs. “My mother is sitting there by tho window,” said he. “Go and speak to her; she can’t coino to you. She has no uso of her limbs.” Elfrida Howitt advanced boldly to the kind-faced lit lie old woman in tho cushioned arm chair. Mrs. Galway held out her hand with a smile. “Who are you?” said she, pleasantly. “I am tho new girl.” “I am glad to see ycu, my dour* What is your name?” “Elfrida Howitt.” “What can you do?” Elfrida colored to tho roots of her glossy, chestnut-brown hair. “I can sing," said she, “and paint a little in water-colors and play the piano; I can real aloud and em broider—” “Land alive child!” cried out'Mrs. Galway, “what on earth do you sup pose is the uso of all that? Can you churn? Do you know how to cook, and wash, and mnko soft soap, and “No,” said Elfrida, her fringed lashes drooping and her lip quivering. “But I can learn—I’m sure I can learn, if only you’ll show me how. Please— do try me!" And Mrs. Galway found herself cry ing for sympathy before she got through. “Do you think I’ve done right, Zenas?” said she the next day. “The child knows absolutely nothing about housework, but she’s strong and will ing. She’s broken two of the blue willow-pattern cups already, and she let the clam-soup burn this morning while she stopped to play with the kitten. But sho's such a sunshiny bit of a thing, and she really does waul to learn." “Right? Of course you ore right,* said the cheery Zenas. “Never mivd the clam-soup and tho willow-patter®, cupss She'll do first-rate when she’® learned tho A B C of tho thing.” “And Zena—” “Yes, mother?" “She told me so much about that invalid sister of hers in tho tenement houso down in tho city—the one that’s had typhoid fever, you know—that I've most a mind to send you to bring her here. She’d get well a deal faster on new milk and country breezes, and think ot the company she’d be to Elfrida!” “It’s a capital idea, mother,” said Zenas. “I'll gol” “Because, you know,” said Mrs. Gal way, laying her hand on her son’s arm, “it’s somehow borne in on me that l’v» been sort o’ hard and selfish all my life, and haven’t thought of other folks aa much as I ought. And mebbe this affliction’s been laid on me on that ac count. ” “Nonsense, mother!” “It’s true Zenas. I’ve been too set in my way. Things might have been very different if I hadn't stood up ao obstinate against your bein’ engaged to Fanny Walters two years ago. If I could only undo that mischief nowl”. ^ Her lips quivered; she looked up to his face through a mist of tears. “That’s all past and gone,' mother,” said Zenas. “We wpn’t fret about it now. Tell Elfrida to write to her sister that I’Ll drive into town for her next Tuesday with tho easy carryall, and she must be ready to come back with me.” When Zenas took the letter to carry it to the postoffice, lie gave a little start of surprise. “Why, Elfrida, ” said he’ “your sis. ter’s name is not the same as yours!” “No," said Elfrida, innocently. ‘‘We aro only half-sisters; didn’t you know that? But we love each other just the same.” Zenas Galway drove into town on tht following Tuesday, with tho easy carry- all and plenty of wraps and cushions. Once more, in the yellow glow of twi light, he brought back a passengef; and led her up to the arm-chair where Mrs. Galway sat knitting with half-closed eyes. “Here she is, mother dear,” ho said exultantly. “Elfrida’s sister—aud the dauglitcr-in-law you aro longing for m your secret heart!” “Why, Fanny Walters!" cried Mrs. Galway. Fanny burst into tears on tho old lady’s shoulder. “But not unless you bid mo wel come,” sho sobbed. “I’m too proud for that." . “You aro welcome—a hundred timJL welcome—my daughter!'' solemnly spoke Mrs. Galway. “But—but—Idon’tun-| derstand.” “Nor I either 1" cried Elfrida, wh* had danced joyously into tho room, i “Is it true? Is Zenas to bo my brother? and are wo * all to livo hero together? Ob, Fanny, Fanny, I am so glad!" “And so am I,” murmured Fanny, hiding her face on Elfrida’s neck.— Saturday Night. * ^ A cat may look at a king, and it had better keep on eye on his majesty, too, or it may not be able to dodge tho boot- jack successfully.