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Newspaper Page TextTHE FAYETTEVILLE NEWS. PttftMfthfid by TBE JfBWS PUBLISHING CO. Devoted to the Interests of Fayetteville, FAyette County, and the Pnblishers. Subscription Price f 1.00 Par inn, ia A4tmmc. VOL. 5. FAYETTEVILLE. FAYETTE COUNTY. GA.. FRIDAY, MARCH 17, 1893. NO 32. oue million square miles. Crude oil is being used in many parts of the West to take the place of the natural gas, which, in not a few sections, is being rapidly exhausted. A discussion is iii progress as to whether English or French is tho more economical language to use in con* versing over the London-Parls tele phone line. In the probate court of Boston the other day, in a contested will case, ouo of the counsel presented a type written hypothetical question 84 pages long and which consumed three hours in reading. Tho Boston Cultivator thinks that the dccronso of tho foreign commerce of Great Britain is significant of the fact that many of the countries which England supplies with manufactures are now manufacturing for them selves. Lady Florence Dixie of England asserts that she knows a woman who is captain of a ship, her sex unknown to her employers, and two disguised women who are among the most skill ful of pilots. She ought with pro priety add that women make unsur passable mates. Says tho Philadelphia Lodger: Na tive Californians have become dis gusted with the large influx of people from other states who settle on tho Pacific slope fo^ tho benefit of their health. They have consequently formed a class of their own and wea t . badges by which they may be distin. guislicd from the newcomers whom thoy affect to despise. Stephen Dorsey says that ‘‘Now Mexico is entitled to sfatehood, and there is no good reason why it should not bo admitted. The population is 17,600, while Montana, Idaho and Wyoming had respectively 39,000, 84,000 and 60,000 population at the time of their admission to the union. The assessed valuation of properly in the territory is §45,600,000. Tho people in Now Mexico ariiSB'tclIigont and would make good citizens.” One of the best arguments for good roads, declares the Boston Cultivator, is contained in a calculation recently published in one of the engineering papers. It slates that ou tho worst earth roads, not muddy, but sandy, a horse cau draw only twice as much as he can carry ou his back; on a fair earth road, S 1-2 times as much; ou a good macadamized road, nine times as much; ou a smooth, plank road, twouty-livo times as much; on a stono track way, thirty-three times as much, and ou metal rails, lifty-four times as much. The men who use the country roads can therefore make money by improving the roads, rather than by buying new horses every year or two. From London comes news of the organization of a Social Demands .In surance Company. The society arises out of tho question that cacti fashion, able man and woman puts to himself or herself, ‘‘llow much can I give without seeming shabby? ” when asked to give money to objecls for which they have no sympathy, but to which tradition or some sense of re- ciprocily obliges contribution. There are always restless people about get. ting up statues, testimonials, anniver sary gifts, from silver dinner services down to quill pens, whom one wishes in Jericho, but are impossible to re fuse. To thus lighten these needless burdens of life comes the Social De mands Iusuranco Company. Accord ing to a writer in the London Times, this society, on receipt of a subscrip tion graduated according to the in come and needs of tiie mcuibors, will trausact for them tho whole bus iness ou the cheapest possible scale. The society will not bo afraid of being called shabby, having no cor poreal delieacy of fooling. Members will merely Mind to tlio secretary each week their social begging lessons. The society, doing a ready money business, can easily buy in bankruptcy stocks of clocks, opergness, bric-at brae, silver, boons. Thus it will be able to furnish suitable presents at re duced prices. The subscription of a Duke to the Social Demands Insurance Company is put at §52-50, while a person of letters would n»t bo charged more than §1.60. hi this country the subscription of the lieli men ranking with the English Dukes would bo ap proximately $7u. while writers would bo proportionately charged not more than §2 a year. These Mints, how ever, uru initiation fi u., and eitgity only the services of the soylcl Money* pa'd out wmi'd have to lub-rqticuily reimbursed, Evermore wo arc drifting out with the cease less tide, And we dream of a bound to the ocean—a homo on the other side; That somewhere there Is a Gilead sweet with the healing balm, And the storm may rage, hut the rainbow is arched In the skies of calm. Windeth the river weary, through forests no man hath trod, Whero the darkness Is shut from the shining of the lamps in the windows of God; But out from the glootn It flashes in the light of tho day to be, And mingles iu lonely waters with the mother-tides of the sea. Wc arc not hopeless, homeless—wherever our feet may roam, We are going like little children to the gates of a Father's home; And though dark be the way aud dreary, when life with its storms is past We shall enter in at the portals and rest in the light at last! — [Frank!-. Stanton, in Atlanta Constitu tion. “Love Me, Love My Dog." The little bow-wow took an im mense interest in me at first sight. He was such a poor mid friondless creature, and it was such a cold and blustering night that 1 had not the honrt to shut the door iu his face, as lie stood wagging his tail in (lie stream of light from the open hail and look ing upon me appealingly, with big, innocent brown eyes, from under a silky fringo of hair that appeared to hint of Skye descent, though rather more than less remote. Yes, he is certainly mongrel, this Artful Dodger of mine; perhaps if he had boon of good honest Skye strain this laic could never have been (old of him. However, iu lie came with mo that ■tight and out lie went with mo the next eveiling, for the first of our mys terious walks abroad. It was only rouud a couple of cor ners on an errand (o tho green gro cer's about the morrow’s list which had not properly been made up; but wlien I pulled my glove off at the borne door to grapple (ho belter with the difficulties of the latch-kcy, 1 felt a cold nose thrust into my hand—nay, more than a cold nose—an apple, which, so red ami glossy as it was, 1' was quito sure my provident friend had selected from the very basket of apples I bad just ordered home from under the green grocer’s counter. That was excusable enough, per haps. But what followed day by day exhausted all my stock of apologies for my poor kleptomaniac. For day by day there was some thing of my neighbor^’ goods laid at my door. Ouo morning it would be a prime beefsteak fresh from the butcher’s stall; another it would be a dainty handkerchief thrust into my band as wc walked together along Chestnut street. 1 soon learned to eseltcw the shopping quarter, how ever, when we two went out together. But my Artful Dodger was too much for me. One snowy day all the neighbors’ doormats were piled up in our vestibule,and my poor little fellow crept out from among them, wagging his tail with a delighted conscious ness of merit, as 1 manic up the steps. Some Fagin had trained him; there was not a doubt of that. It was (he part of a Christian moralist to reclaim him, not (o turn him adrift iu his evil ways, I argued, i seemed, how ever, to be the only Christian iu tho house; or indeed, in the whole block. I fancy they would have left my poor little fellow to go to bad altogether, iu auotlior neighborhood remote from theirs. But then lie never looked up at them, with his big, innocent brown eyes brimming with love and trust, as lie did at mo. “ ‘Love me, lovo my dog,’ ” 1 said (o Hugh one evening, as I slood with him in the vestibule, and the Artful Dodger whined so piteously on (ho oilier side of the closed door that I was obliged to let him out to walk with us. Then I could feel myself blush furiously, for though Cousin Hugh anil I wero—well, it is hard to say what wc were; but this unlucky speech of mine was certainly the first word of love that had passed between u$. I was glad to go down on my knees to the little follow leapiug about me to escape the eyes of the big fel low stnuding over me, for I felt ■ure there was a laugh in them. “When your dog is as honest as you are, Kitty,” said Hugh, “I may per haps begin to love him as” “As I do?” 1 answered, uty dog and I springing down the steps to gether guyly. “I wouldn’t advise you to; evil cominuiiicalious corrupt good mauuers. to quote still another proverb; aud my Artful Dodger tuny teach me as much as 1 have failod in teaching him, poor boy!” “At that rale, is as well I am taking city,” said Hugh. And indeed I felt that tho dog might help to cheer the littlo crippled lad ho was taking me to see. It was not the first time Dr. Hugh had carried me oil to see some patient of his. Elizabeth had a malicious way of hinting that lie had me on probation as a model doclor’s wife. But Cousin Hugh and I had been comrades ever since I could remember; and wlion I was out of reach of Elizabeth’s sharp tongue there was seldom anything to remind mo that wc had not been boys together, instead of girl and boy. The one step from tho sublime to the ridiculous is a short one in my neighborhood, and wc had taken it in a turn round the corner from tho stately terraced street wltero was mv home. Tho absurd littlo boxes iu which Ihe people here were housod might be an iinprovmcnt on the great toncincnts of oilier cities, but to take them seriously as homes was rather difficult. “That one yonder is a mere gerauinra pot,” said I, nodding with a gesture towards a tiny red bow- window filled with those great red and green plants. Of course, there was “dressmaking” oil tho modest placard ou tho door; and equally, of course, there was the dressmaker’s small, pale face at Ihe window, wltero tho florid round bunches of blossoms seemed to have drained all life and color .from her. “It is a case of llnppaccini’s daugh ter reversed,” I said. “Instead of giving her their bloom the flowers have taken all hers to themselves. 1 never see a big coarse liedge-row like that one without knowing that there a fading lily of a woman behind it stitching and stitching iter heart out. Cannot you make an excuse, Dr. Hugh? Mistake the house, or some thing, and let us knock and see if our faded lily won’t come out?” But just then tho door opened; the dressmasker was lotting out a custom er. Who or what that was I never heeded, for from where we stood over the way my dog had dashed across, up the lew steps, and was fawning on the little woman in « transport of Joy- * * * * * s» She did not stoop to meet those eag er caresses; those sharp littlo canitie cries of delighted secognitiou had no response. Only, as wo came up, she made a hurried, groping movement for the handle of the door as if she would have shut it in our faces. Hugh was too quick for her. Ho stepped in across the threshold, where she stood leaning pule and quivering against the wall. “Wo owe it to ourselves,” lie said, “to make somo explanation. Of course the dog is yours.” Site made a hasty motion of dis claimer; but Hugh went on: “Of course tho dog is yours; we have had him so long iu our keeping because lie was found oue night last winter, and this lady kindly let him come indoors with her out of the bit ter weather. But wo have no idea of keeping the little fellow from you— unless, indeed, you would care to part with him”— Tills last tentatively, for it had not escaped Hugh any more than it had me, that as between dog and mistress tho affection was certainly all on one side. Tho little woman—girl she was rather—lind retreated, sinking down on the sleep box-stairs that almost tilled up the tiny entry. Tho dog did not foci himself repulsed, as we did; but foil, dog-fashion, to kissing the worn hands with which she covered her face. It was in that same instant that we heard a child’s cry. She let her hands fall together, the wedding ring flashing out ou tho worn fingen and then for the first time noticing me with a swift sign she led the way into the back room. The baby was just waking in his cradle. Site turned Iter while face round on us in the doorway, as site dropped down on hor knees beside him. The dog went sniffing about the cradle, round and round, as if lie could not understand, High stood irresolute, bis brown eyes flashing in quiry from Lite woman to tnc. “For the child's sake,’’ she said. “For the child’s sake’’— Sho caught her breath iu a fright ened, gasping way that brought tho doctor itt, Hugh to the fore. “Steady,” ho said gently. “\Yc are not here lo hurt you, but to see what can be done for you.” She pointed to the dog. “Only luko Dash away. Leave us two alone. ’’ At the sound of his uttuie the dog glanced round at hor, but at .her veliemeut repellent gesturo he crept nearer lo mo, his tall between ids legs. “FoorDashl My poor, poor. Aft. pat him. But Hugh was looking dt the woman attentively. “I beg your pardon, but I think 1 have seen you before,” he said. She threw up hor hands with a sharp cry. “I knew ill I knew that dog would rulu me!” “Thou you tried to lose him, to get rid of him?” She made Hugh no answer, only looked at him half fearfully, half de fiantly. “Come, Kitty,” he said lo me, “since tho dog’s owner is willing to part with him we will lake him home with us.” lie laid a couple of bills on (iie sewing-machine as lie spoke, disregarding Iter gesture of refusal. “Otherwise wo shall not feel (hat wo have a right lo keop the dog,” he said. “And wc will keep him; lie shall never annoy you again, believe me.” He bowed to her respectfully as wc three went out, closing the door be hind us, for slic never moved from her knees beside tho cradle. *#*»«**• Of course I asked Hugh what it all meant the moment wc were out of oar-shot, and I am afraid I wa3 not in a very amiable mood during the walk homo, because lie would not answer. The next day, however, he told me; for the next day he went back to the flower-pot of a house, and found the little dressmaker had lost herself to Dash again. “And I hoping you would be here making your gowns, Kitty,” he said ruefully. “That was the reason I thought I had better not tell you her story until you had gotten interested in the poor, young thing. But she lias vanished wtthout a clew; and Do you remember cousin Catharine’s writing to tnc iiorc to look out for iter house last Stunriflr, while you were all out of town?” . “I remember mamma’s being wor ried at hearing of so many burglaries in town of empty houses.” “Precisely. There was a gang, it was believed. At any rate, one of tho burglars was traced to His homo by meutts of his dog. He was not taken without obstinate Resistance; ho got a bad wound, ami ^ was called in as the nearest doctor to stop the flow of blood before he could be removed. He had a pretty little house; a pretty little wife of his own, who, with a baby of a few weeks iu her arms, shrank stricken with shame and hor ror in the furthest corner of the room. It seems she never had so much as dreamed of her husband's ‘business,’ which took him so often away from her at night. She appeared to shrink away from him as if he was au abso lute stranger to her, as if lie could not bo the man slto had known. AVliat sho might liavo done further I don’t know for the fellow died of his wound. “He tore the bandage off on the first opportunity aud just bled his life away. People wore interested in the poor young woman, and she would not have lacked kindness, but then, as now, sho disappeared. There was a rumor that bIio was a shoplifter, so many incongruous Hungs were found stored away in the little house. But l believe myself the Artful Dodger was responsible, lie must have been trained unbeknown to hor by that Fagin of a husband of hors. Now, what are we to do about your klepto maniac, Kitty?” I put my hand under the Artful Dodger’s chin, and turned up his face, with its brown, innocent eyes. “Love me, love my dog,” I said again. This time I bad a right to say it. The right had boon mine since yester day. — [Philadelphia Times. KID GLOVES. The Great Majority of Them are Made From Lambskin. The Original Breakfast Club. The original Breakfast Club of this city was formed more than 100 years _o and when there were only thirteen states in the Union. It was composed of thirteen members, each represent ing a particular state. No more than thirteen ever belonged to it at any one time, and there is still a pretense of keeping up the old organization at the place of its birth, in tho old-fashioned hostelry of Miller to (lie third genera tion, at the corner of Madison aud Monroe streets, whore tlio club and its guc-ti sit in tho common wooden I arm chairs, with towels spread ovor their laps, watching the cooking of steaks and chops in the most primitive stylo on a big gridiron thrust upon the 1 the live coals in Hie old-fashioned square cast-iron >iove. Tho steaks and chops are trimmed down as tine ns ihe butcher's art will admit, cut in small Grips, soaked iu molted butter, which also saturates ' the toasted broad upon which thoy are served to tlio expectant and liuugry j throng, who must eat these delicious morsels without kuife or fork.—[New York Times. j Process of Manufacture From Hide to Finished Article. The manager of a fnshionable glove shop up town fell to talking the other day about Hie making of kid gloves. “Only a small percentage of the gloves sold as kid are such," lie said. “Millions of kid gloves are demanded while comparatively only a few’ goals arc raised in the world, and of these a large number must bo kept until full grown for breeding purposes. “A substitute for the genuine kid is found iu lambskin, which makes mi excellent grade of glove, and is easily sold for kid. Genuine kid gloves can, of course, he obtained at a high price, but thousands of persons who think they are wearing kid have only the skin of a lamb.” “IVhere arc. Hie best gloves made?” “Well the French excel all other nations in the manufacture of gloves. They arc rctnarjtable for elasticity, and give when pressure is put upon them by tho hand, and retain their shape for a long time. But an excel lent grade of glove is made in Ameri ca. The domestic glove sells well, and compares favorably with the im ported goods. In all the branches of the glove-making industry a high de gree of skill is required, and the workmen generally learn (heir trade in Europe. “The lambskins are selected with great care, aud pul into large tanks at the factory. These tanks are partly filled with the yolks of eggs and other soft, sticky substauces. Thou ilie skins arc subjected to a thorough pounding with a heavy stick that is padded so as not lo injure them. In some factories men with bare feet tread on them, their object being to ‘nourish’ the skin aud make it strong aud ‘healthy.’ The skins are kept in these tanks for a long or short period, according to the judgment of Hie superintendent. If allowed to re main too long they become too welt nourished and decay. “After the work of nourishing is over then comes (be work of cleaning. Tlio skins are worked in tubs of fresh water and washed thoroughly until all traces of the useless substance is re moved from the surface. They now become soft and in color are a dull white. Then they are laid on a smooth stone slab, with the rough side down, and pressed and stretched until every wrinkle lias been smoothed out. “The skins being cut remain m this stretchod state and arc then dyed. The dye is laid on with a brush, and the shade is always darker than the one desired, for the dripping and after treatment lighten it at least one quarter. The greatest care is taken to prevent spots of dye front getting on the inside of the skins, as this would produce a damaging defect iu a high-priced gl ove. “After the skins have been allowed to drip for several hours they are taken to the drying room, the air of which is kept at a high temperature, usually by steam beat. It does not take long for the skins 10 dry out hard, stiff and rough. Before they can be used, however, they are made soft and pliable again by lying for several days in damp sawdust. Then they are placed on a machine worked by a screw, and by a long and gentle pressure stretched to the utmost. If there are any holes, rough spots, or cracks in Hie skin it is thrown away, or should be. But not all the glove- makers aro honest, and the blemishes aro often covered up. This accounts for the sudden giving out of many gloves. “The delicate part of glove making is Lite cutting, as the least variation in the lines will destroy the symmetry of the glove and make its lit imperfect. Patterns are used for cacti size, but even with these mistakes arc often made. In first-class factories, whore the skin is not properly cut, it is throwu away or cut up into gussets. Every skin is studied by the cutter so as to make the greatest number of gloves from it with the least was e, and it is so graded that the largest sizes are first marked out and the rest is used for children's gloves. Modern invention has enabled the i cutter, wheu blocking out the glove, to make small holes ill the skin for stitches. This insures perfect regu larity and uniformity of stitching, which aro of great importance, if the stitch is too light au uneven pressure is put on the skin, which makes it. break easily, aud if too loose it leaves a bag In tho glove. Litton uud silk tin end aro used, and tho stitching is done by women, who aro fairly well paid. When the gloves are finished they are thoroughly inspected and, if accepted, are tied up in bundles ready for the market. — [New York Times. Labor Strikes in China. Thera is an impression in America that strikes ate unknown in China. My experience is quite lo the contrary. The Chinese have invented the mari ner's compass, gunpowder, and strikes, but the only one of the three which they have developed fully is Hie art of striking. Whenever they want anything the/ ask for it by an nouncing a strike. I did not appre ciate at first the importance of their feast day, and when the first one came round they not only struck, but 200 of them came up and mobbed my house. No violence was attempted, but the interchange of views was like the chattering of 10,000 monkeys. 1 yielded. The miners would strike if they did not like their shift boss, strike if they had a bad dinner in the company kitchen, strike for any rea son. Once when mine, mill, and furnace were in full blast, the miners all struck for some insignificant cause. Tired of expostulation, I sent for the head men ami told them gravely that I had no objection to the strike if the men wished it, but the mill and fur nace could not stop. They had to go right on and it was very costly to keep them at work without ore. I said that I did not think it was right to make the company pay (he loss aud that I should fine the workmen three days’ pay for every day they were ofl duty. The miners came to know if what the head man tokl them was true. They went to work tiie next day, and striking was free iu that mine ever after, but each man paid for his own fuu. in the end, how ever, they devised a more potent mode of warfaie. They went into the mine with delightful regularity. They put in their time, but did not put out their ore, and our product fell ofl 75 per cent, — [Engineeriug Mugazitie. When Ten Are Old. When you are old, and I am passed away— Passed, and your face, your golden face li gray— 1 think, whate'er the cud, this dream ef mine, Comforting you, a friendly star will shlna Down the dim slope where still you stumble and stray. So may it be; that so dead Yesterday, No sad-eyed ghost, but generous and gay May serve your memories, like al mighty wine Wtien you arc old. Dear heart, it shall be so. Under the sway Of death the past’s enormous disarray Lies bushed and dark. Yet though there come no sign. J.ive on well pleased! Immortal and divine, I.ove Bhall still tend you. as God's angels may, When von are old. — [W. E. Henley. HUMOROUS. He Has Dissatisfied. •-Couhl you give me something lo eat, ma’am?" asked a tramp at a house on Lafayette avenue. “No,” answered the woman at the door; “we've nothing for tramps.” “Thank you,ma’am," and lie turned meekly away, drawing the skirt of a wretched coat about him to keep out the cold, blinding storm. “I might give you some old clothes if you wait uutii I can pick them out,” said the woman, moved bv the appearance of the forlorn figure. He wailed outside, with the ther mometer near zero, waited a long time and whistled “Annie Laurie” for company. Then the woman of tiie house re turned. opened the door a crack aud handed him out a linen duster aud a straw lia‘. “Thank you, ma’am,” said the tramp, gratefully; “there is just one thing more”— “We haven't any drinking water; the pipes are frozen,” she interrupted. “No, ma'am, but if I might make so bold as lo ask for an old fan. It would go so beautifully with (bis suit of clothes.” But she said that site drew the line at fans, and shut the door in his face. — TDetroit Free Press. A skylight—The tuooit. “Please hold the wire,” as the picture said to (lie nail. It may have its drawbacks, but the mutes' mode of conversing is certainly handy. A girl gives iter lover a milieu, we suppose, because a pair is out of the question. Cora—Jessie's hair is lovely, isn’t it? Dora—Indeed? Ihavu't seen her since she bought i;. Jagson savs that our boon com panions can be relied upon because they are our fast friends. -•You little rascal, what you want is a good iicking!” “No, pop, 1 don’t want it, but no doubt l'il got it all the same.” Wheu a young man goes home from church with it is sweetheart, lie is only going from one house of worship to another. “Jcnks, why don’t you give up writing and make tombstones for a living?” “Tombstones?" “Yes — they pay 60 much more per column.” White—Bangs is a most interest ing talker; he is never at a loss fur a subject. Gray—H'm! Docs lie keep a dog or is or is lie possessed of a chronic ailment? Farmer Sparrowgrass (looking up from his paper—Here's au account of a doctor in New York who has sot a broken neck. Mrs. Sparrowgrass— He thinks he's smart, I suppose! Now, I’d like to see him set a lieu. A Perfect Book. Having recently come across a para graph in “The Stationer” to tlio effect that a perfect book lias never yet been printed, I >liould be glad to bear what the readers of “X. it Q.” have to say upon the subject. B/ perfect is meant free from any mistake. The notice 1 read went on to say that a Spanish firm of publishers once produced a work in which one letter only got misplaced through accident, and this is believed to have been the nearest approach to perfection that has ever been attained in a book, it further slated that an English house lmd made a great eftort to tlio same end, ami issued proof-sheets to the universities with an offer of §250 if any error was discovered in them; but in spite of this precaution several blunders remained undetected until the work issued from the press.— [Notes and Queries. The Commercial Traveller. In some respects the American j commercial traveller is a potent in- i fltience. He carries with hi in the | latest city chit-chat, and if lie be a j young man, perhaps the iatest slang i or the newest funny story. It has been said that a noted American after- dinner speaker depends largely ou that clusss for most of bis liumerous stories; at all events the commercial traveller has studied the art of pleas ing, and lie is a welcome figure at the dreary country hotels where he pause* for a little while in his rapid flight through the sections remote from the city influences. In some re spects lie is an oraelo on mooted points, and his dictum on many phases of business or politics carries much weight, if. for instance, tlio com mercial travellers of the country were unanimously to favor tho repeal of the silver-purchase law and the pas sage of the proposed bankruptcy act, and were to back then- opinions with common-sense arguments where- ever they should go, it is hardly too much to say that iu a short while the demand for the favored actiou would soon show itself strongly in all sec tions of the country. Shrewd poli ticians of national fame have in the recent past declared that popular opinion iu the West upou public questions like tiie tariff has beeu large ly a fleeted by the commercial travel lers who have past through that sec tion, and there is a strong ground for such belief.—[Boston Advertiser. Butler’s Eccentricities. A BaMint >re friend of the late Gen. Butler savs: “All the eccentricities he possessed—such a* chewing on the stump of a cigar in open court, pulling and blowing during Hie examination of witnesses, striding up and down in fioutoftlie jury, woaring Lomoaiiieres ou all oc casions, and making a great stew wheu ho entered any assembly—all these wero origlually done for effect, but ns lie aged they became a part of his nature, When Were Steel Pens Invented! All standard works of reference say: “At about the opening of the present century pens were first made of metal,” or words to that effect. In the “Autobiography of Roger North’’ l find something which makes me think there is something wrong in the history of the steel pen as there is iu nearly everything else. Writing to Mrs. Foley from Loudon ou Match 8, 170o, he says: “You will hardly tell by what you see that I write with a s eel j.e-ii. It is a device but recently from France. Whoa they get the knack of making them exactly I do m e doubt that the use of goose quill will end, for np.ie that cau hare tlie»o will use othors.” Hero is u clear mention of a useful dovlee a full hundred years bofore so- called “history” finds out that snob a thing exists.—f$t. Louis Republic.

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The Fayetteville news. (Fayetteville, Ga.) 18??-????, March 17, 1893, Image 1