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Newspaper Page TextTHE FAYETTEVILLE NEWS. Published by the news PUBLISHING go. Devoted to the Interests of Fayetteville, Fayette^Cftmnty, and the Publishers. Snbserifttn Friee nrinu, t» idrue*. , , _ - — . , -- VOL. 5. FAYETTEVILLE, FAYETTE COUNTY, GA„ FRIDAY, MAY 5, 1893. NO 39. , 1 Life’s Pilgrim. Like those who travel eastward through the day, We journey on along Life's dovious way; Behind us each a shadow hastcneth, And suddenly, ere we arc quite aware, Lo 1 at our side a presence mute is there To be our fellow to the door of death 1 Darker the path each moment grows and then At last the journey done, Night fnlls again; And with the Shadow wo lie down to rest, And slumber peacefully upon Earth’s breast. —[F. D. Sherman, iu Harper's Weekly. How Jim’s Wife Went South. BY H. O. LET.AND. It was at tho Ogletliorpo Club, in Savannah, ono evening not long ago* Tho quartet of men in tho big bay window wore three of them old ac quaintances, although meeting that day in the southern city by accident. Pond was on his way to Pulatka to join his coast survey party; Gcorgcson had boon down at Key West on a collecting trip for the Nutionul Mu. scum, and was now on his way back to Washington; Middlebrook, a col. lego friond of Pond’s, was visiting in Savannah with Judge Borden, who had introduced tho trio at tho club and was now, after a perfect little dinner, entertaining thorn with story after story of southern lifo before and during the war. Tho judge was an elderly man, fa mous as a raconteur, and, young in heart himself, was fond of younger men, and never enjoyed himself so well as on occasions of this kind; but he finally stopped short after a yarn about tho occupation of Savannah by Sherman’s Army. “Don’t ask mo for any more, boys. Thoso were great days, and you may well regret that you were born so late. I would hardly exchange my experi ence for all your youth and ambition. Let me see. You’re tho oldest of the three, Mr. Pond, and yet I’ll warrant yon remember nothing of the war.” Pond, a tall, dark fellow of thirty odd, well known iu scientific circles iu Washington, smiled broadly: “I was thinking, judge,” lie said, “while yon were telling that experi ence of your wife’s at Nashville of an experience of another littlo woman had at the north about the same time, and while, as you suppose, I remem ber nothing of the war myself, I havo a vivid personal interest iu this event.” “Let us hear it,” said tho judge. “It’s only fair that tho other sido Bhould bo given a chance.” And call ing for cigars the judge settled back in his easy chair in aeomfortablo way, as good a lisleuor as ho was a talker. “Tho little woman in my mind,” said Pond, “was living iu Baltimore in 1862. (She was only twenty, but had been married two years, and a girl baby of nearly a year occupied her lime day and night. Six months be fore her husband had been sent to North Carolina and was aeling as naval 6torckcopor at an important elation of tho North Atlantic squad ron; and she had been loft in a board ing house with a widowed aunt. “It was awfully hard on tho poor littlo thing lo Jive away from her hus band, but of course it was no place for lior down thore; so she had to make tho best of it on bis infrequent letters. She actually used to put tho baby up in her high chair aud make believe that she was Jim just back from tho south) and she’d tell her how much she loved him, and how lonesome slic’d been while lie was gone, and what a good baby she had been and how glad lie would be to seo her, until slio was al; mixed up in her personal pronouns and broke down anil cried over her own poor littlo game. “In fact, it only took about seven months to mako her dosperutc. In spito of Jim’s description of the deso lation of the place, and in fact partly bocauso of it, she made up her mind to join him. Three-quarters of Jim’s salary had been coining to her every month from tlio paymaster general's office iu Philadelphia, and so she wrote to that official and told him plainly that she must get transporta tion to Wilmington, N. C., and that slio would die, or something of the sort, if she didn’t. In a few days a reply catnc, on official papor, signed ‘J. C. Smith, assistant,’ slating that it was practically impossible to comply with her request, but that an oppor tunity might como by some possibility at some future day, and asking fur ther particulars as to her reasons, whother her husband was sick and whether she was strong enough lo stand such a rough journey. “The little woman replied in full t and thinking ‘J. Q. Smith' to bo a person of grout importance, made ns strong nil appeal to him ns possible- Ilis reply, which -came promptly, strengthened her idoa of his impo.- tauco, for ho stated that ho had bocu touched by her appeal and that it was fortunate that hor original letter had come to him, for ho would be able to do more for hor than any ono in Phil adelphia. And then more questions wore asked and tho correspondence was continued, on her part with tho single idoa that ‘the good Mr. Smith’ was doing his host to secure hor pas sage to Wilmington, while on his part it was an attempt to obtain money under false pretences, for tho scoun drel was only an impecunious clerk in tho office and of bad reputation as was af tor wards found. “At last a letter came, written as usual on official paper, stating that tho chance had come, Hint tho coal schoonor Sarah Jane would sail for tho station from pior 8, Richmond, just outside of Philadelphia, on tho following Wednesday and that tho lit tle woman should come to Philadel phia on tho train arriving at 8 o’clock Tuesday evening and should go to Kruger’s Hotel on Blank street, whore ‘Mr. J. C. Smith’ would meet hor and sco that slio was made comfortable aud put on tho vessel in the best slmpo imaginable. “Then she was happy! She told her aunt (lint she and tho baby wore going to join Jim and in spite of the strongest protestations proceeded to pack tier trunk. “Slio hud never travcllod, except from tho native farm down on the eastern shore to Baltimore, and the old lady insisted that in her inexperi ence and with a young baby slio would moot with all sorts of trouble and would probably not got their alive. Smith had stated iu lus letter that there was only room in tho Sarah Jane for ono passenger aud so tho aunt could not have gone loo. “Iu spite of everything, howevor, tho trunk was packed and with the baby’s crib and tho pet rockiug chair was put on board tlio traiu laic Tues day afternoon aud tho littlo woman ami tiic baby had a whole scat to tliomselves and rattled over to Phila delphia in the bumpety-burnp fashion of tho sixties. Holding the baby on one arm tlio littlo mother pulled out Smith’s letter and read it over two or three times and every time sho read it tier mind misgnvo her more. The most inuocont, unsuspecting person in the world herself, some good angol must havo put suspicion into her mind, or, if not suspicion, at least the idoa that it would be safest to go straight to the schooner, for might it not sail without her if 6ho went to tho hotel? “And so, when the train drew into Philadelphia and tho passengers wore discharged into tho mob of howling hnckmen her woman’s intuition picked out tho only honest one in tho lot, a young Irishman, and sho asked him how much lie would charge to take hor to pior 8, Richmond. “‘Well;” lie said, 'Oi cuddent do it fur a cint under sivin dollars. It ud take four hours.’ “Thou she told him that she was going to join hor husband iu the south, ami Hint slio hadn’t but ten dollars with her, and she would need most of it for other things, and so lie dropped to three, for lie was ‘jist back from Hie ar-r-my’ himself, and ‘wuddent rob a soldier’s wife,’ and the trunk and crib aud rocking chair wore piled on tlio old trap, and tlio motlior and baby climbed into tho musty interior, aud jolty, gloomy, intcrminablo ride began. “Richmond and pier 8 wore reached at last, and tlio Irishman and tho little womau, both loaded with baggage, went, as directed, out to the end of the pior and across four vessels in all stages of ladiug, until tho Sarah Jano was readied. Tho captain was on shore and Ibo mato was so taken by surprise Hint trunk and furniture were deposited on tlio dock and the back- man was paid and had gone before lie recovered enough to ask what under tho sun sho wanted. “ ‘Are you tlio captain of this vos- sol ?’ asked tlio littlo woman. And when lie said tlmt ho was not and that (ho captain had gono ashore, but was oxpoctod back soon, she calmly said slio’d wait and eoatod herself in the littlo rocking chair, between trunk and cradle, and rocked to and fro, singing softly to tho baby, until after a while big, round-shouldered, down cast Captain Grimes mado his appear ance. “ ‘How do do, mom?’ he said. ‘I’m Cappon Grimes and tho boys sez you want to seo mo.’ “ ‘Captain Grimos, weren’t you ex pecting me?’ And hor heart began to sink. “‘Wal, no, mom! I can’t say ns 1 oxnotly was.’ Then looking at the trunk, ‘You don’t mean to toll mo as you calculate to ship with us?’ “‘Why, I was sent tor to Balli- moro by Air. Smith of the payninster- gouoral’a office, and ho wrote mo that lia had arranged everything aud that 1 was to sail for Wilmington on the Sarah Jane first thing in tho morning.’ And nearly ready to cry, tho poor lit. tie thing stood there in the lantern light with her baby hugged tight to her breast, the picture of distress. “ *1 never sot eyes on your ‘Mr. Smith,’ and I never henrn toll of him, and there ain’t no possibility for you to go on any such a craft as this here,’’ said tho old fellow, “so you’d jest bettor como ashore with inc, mom, and I’ll take you to a respectablo tavern.” “The littlo girl nourly broke down, but with tears in her eyes aud great sobs in hor voice, sho told tlio captain her story and begged him to take hor. And when lie said that ho bad no room, no placo iu which he could put her and nothing to give her to eat, she declared that she could slepp on dock aud if they had hard tack and water that would bo enough for hor, and see ing denial still in his grim old face sho choked down her sobs and sat resolutely down in her chair and said she would stay, they must take her,and that was tho end of it. The captain still expostulated, but sho said with a lofty air that the letter from the pay- muster genoral of tho navy, which sho had in her pocket, was authority enough for him, and that lio’d bo paid for (lie passage if that was what ho wanted, and that (with great empha sis) sho was—going—to—stay? “Then slio rocked back and forth with great spirit, and as tlio baby be gan to whimper, *Yes, mother's dar ling, it is going to sue its f nther, and no cruel-heartcd old sailor is going to make it stay any longer! There, thore, there, go-to-slcep, go-to-slcepl’ “It was a hard fight, but sho won! Tho old fellow gave in grumblingly nnd went below to see about ways and menus. Ho gave her his own bunk and ringed up screens for her, nnd she haa presence of mind ouough to smile and thank him warmly when lie showed hor Hie miserable hole, and to praiso the greasy bacon and hard tack and wi etched coffee they brought hor iu the morning. “The voyage was a hard one, but sho sat on deck in her chair all day long. The few men on board were very respectful, and tho captain and mato mado much of the baby. There was nasty weather rounding Capo Hattcras, and at one timo they were in grent danger, but tiic littlo woman could not bo mado to go below. Advice, entreaties nor commands had any effect. Stationing licrself abaft tlio mainmast, or somewhere on deck, site stuck out tlio storm, her eyes turned always to tho sou’-sou’-west, where Jim was. “And when at last they glided be hind Hie breakwater and Hie harbor master's boat put out to meet them, with Jim on board, tliero she stood, near ihc bow, hor baby in her. arms, her eyes brimming with tears and hor face transfigured with gladness.” “Slio was a plucky little girl,” said tlio judge, as Pond concluded, “and luckier, too, tliau many uuothor poor wife was iu thoso days. But did they never learn anything more about that follow, Smith?” “Yes! Tho husband wrote to a frioiul in tho office and iho matter was investigated. Smith was discharged with a littlo extremely plain talk from the general which resulted in his de parture for oilier scenes.” “But whore comes iu that vivid personal interest which you said you had in the story?” asked Middle- brook. “Why,” said Pond, as lio relighted his cigar, “I married the baby.”— [Washington Star. Thirty Quail at One Shot. “I seo that a mau who killed twenty-four quail with ono shot claims tlio championship record,” s lid Frank Nolsingor yesterday. “Now I don’t want to boast, but this gentleman who killed twenty- four quail with one shot must take a back seat, for I killed no less than thirty with ono shot, and I can prove it with affidavits. It was soon after one of tlio early falls of snow lust year and I caught sight of a covoy of probably sixty huddled to gether uudor a hedge. I knelt down and from probably thirty yards drew a bead from the contra of the brown mass. I only fired one shot, but the charge scattered well, anil I picked up thirty quail.” Frank stopped to see the effect of his story. Ho evidently read in credulity written on the facos of his hearers, for ho added: “It was south of Princeton, and I can prove it by tlio man who was with me. Was it sportsmanlike? Oh, well you know, I know 1 could break tho record and—well, I am a littlo ashamod of il, but it is done and I havo nothing more to say.”—[Kansas City Times. A SHAM BATTLE. Pima and Maricopa Indians on a Mimic Warpath. A Bloodless But Exciting Con test for a Guidon. For tlio first timo in a quarter of a century tho Pima and Maricopa In dians on a recent Wednesday took the warpath at Phoenix, Arizona. About 1000 strong they gatlierod at tlio littlo town of Tcrnpe, nine miles east of Phoenix, and for a day held possession of tho burg and surronuding heights. Clad in the briefest of attire, with liawk feathers in their hair, and painted in rod, yellow nnd bine, they presented themselves in their most hideous and warlike guise, and with howls and pistol shots for accompani ment charged on horseback hither and thither apparently bent on the most bloody work of destruction. But the warfare was only a mimic one. The Pima and Maricopa tribes are and ever have been friends of the pale faces and their presence in Tempo was duo solely to tho invitation from the local Board of Trade. The In dians had been notified a week before of what would bo expected of them, and also of tho important fact that three oxen and 10,000 pounds of flour wero to bo the rewards of thoir exer tions. Tho invitation had been ac cepted with alacrity and the braves gathered on tho appointed day in strong force. While |tho two tribes are friendly and occupy the same reservation south of pheeuie, they are yot of distinct origin, habits and language. They were, therefore, opposed in the Indian battle. Tempo butte is a prominent knob 500 feet iu height, jutting abruptly from the valley plain nnd shading the little town. On the summit is a large and picturesque group, of rugged rocks, Hero tlio Maricopas took their stand to defend tho position against a much stronger force of Pimas. On a pole aloft was a shock of human lmir representing a Pima scalp, displayed as a taunt to tlio foemeu below. Tho gago of battle was accepted early in tho forenoon. Up tho rough and steep sides of the butto came the Pimas, some stealing along on foot and others boldly climbing tho slope on their sturdy ponies. Blood curd ling yells came floating down the mountain sido, arrows flew, guns wero discharged anil from two sides tho fortress was scaled. Around the scalp guidon the contest raged hand to hand. Tiic play was well carried on. Wliilo bloodless, the contest was none tho less real. Tho Pimas, by force of numbers, reached the pole, secured tlio scalp and retired in triumph, but half-way down the mountain their retreating columns wore surprised by an unexpected sor tie, and a daring Maricopa buck on a fleet pony tore away tho scalp and boro it away to a placo of safety. Still, according to tho terms of the savage agreement governing the con test, the Pimas had won. The victory was celebrated in the usual aboriginal manner by a chorus of songs, rhyth mic as tlio beat of a clock and as mo notonous, aud by dancing, in which tlio prowess of each warrior was de lineated by himself. The squaws,too, had dances that glorified tho deeds of their masters. Then camo tlio barbecue, every portion of tho slaughtered beeves vanishing uudor the not too fas tidious appetites of the reconciled tribesmen. About 4000 wliitos woro in attend- anco to witness tho evolutions of the Indians, tlio sight proving especially interesting to a largo number of visit ors from tho East. Tiic day was a perfect ono in every respect and un marred by a singlo unpleasant inci dent — [San Francisco Examiner. A Man with a Gigantic Brain. This question about Ben Butler’s onorinous brain reminds mo of an odd character who now resides in Wash ington, 1). C.—Loftus J. Farkor, a man who lias a natural case of “big head” that surpasses anything known in physiological or anatomical litera ture. Butler had sixty-three ouuees of brain, (if I rightly remember the accouuts that were published in the newspapers shortly after the autopsy) but this man Parker surely has ono hundred ounces. If his skull is no thicker than that of (lie average mau, and the specific gravity of tho thought matter contained therein is similar to that of the sniall-liraiiod varieties of tlio genus homo, then Mr. Parker will show a brain weight much greater than that of Butler, Ctinier anil oilier big-brained men. Pniker’s head is simply enor mous— measuring a fraciiou over thirty-two inches around, that of the “average man” being eleven inches smaller. Mr. Parker is a man of about fifty years of age. Twenty or twenty-five years ago three Washington physicians noticed the monstrous sizo of liia brain-pan and resolved to own It after Mr. Parker had no further use for it. They called him in one day and mado known tticir desires. At that lime lie was a business man of the Capitol, not exactly as successful as the Slew- arts, Drcxels and Girards, still ho was making a fair living. These medicos proposed to him that lie retire on a bonus or subsidy which they would pay regularly if lie would sign an agreement to tlio effect that they were to be the sole owners of his gigantic skull and contents after he had “shuf fled off this mortal coil.” Au agree ment was soon arrived at, anil Parker retired on the “endowment” which was then and there set aside for iiis maintenance. I understand that he has already outlived two of the physi cians that mado the proposal, anil that the third is likely to lose all interest in the skull before Parker rclinguish- cs his right to what is generally known as “Hie biggest head in the world.”—[St. Louis Republic. Willing to Pay. When the subject of doctors’ fees is mentioned a well known physician likes to tell the story of a young man who was very ill anil very poor, to whom ho gave unremitting care aud finally nursed back to health. Before lie had recovered his strength he dragged himself feebly to the doc tor’s office and endeavored to express his gratitude, which was not greater than his grief that he had nothing but thanks with which to repay the debt. “Unless,” said the young mau hesi tatingly, “you would be willing to accept payment in my way.’’ “What is your way?” inquired the doctor, with some amusement. “I am a musician by profession,’’ replied the young man; “I teach the flute and I should like to give you some lessons upon it.” “Alii” exclaimed tlio doctor thoughtfully, “so you are a flute play er. I’ll tell you,” ho said, whimsical ly. “I am too busy a mau to take lessons on tho flute, but suppose you make yourself comfortable here in the office wliilo I go iny rounds and blow out the amount you think you owe mo.” The young man who appoars to have been of a literal turn of minds, actually took his beloved flute from its bag and was about to begin the pay ment when ho caught the doctor’s ex pression and saw that the suggestion was made in joke. “He seemed so oppressed with gratitude anil anxious to do some thing,’’ says the doctor in telling the story,” that I let him play at an enter tainment for some poor children not long after, and if flute-plaving had any va uc he certainly blew out the entire amount of his indebtedness on that occasion nnd seemed to be greatly relieved.”—[Chicago News. Fashions in Words. Talking about fashions in words, there should be a fashion of having them express what they mean or menu what they express. It is quite tho usual thing to receive cards tc semi public affairs like private views of exhibitions, or club concerts, amateur entertainments, etc., where there is a promenade for social purposes between the numbers, which invitations bear tlio words, “full dress”. Now tho question is, does “full dress” mean “full dress,” or what does it mean? You can rest assured whatever you do in tiio matter of following tho advice supposed to be bidden iu the com mand you will bo sorry you did not do tlio other thing. More than half tho women will bo there in bonnets or in high gowns, which isn’t full dress at all as everybody must acknowl edge, and the sprinkling who will bo in decollolc atiire will not look as well or as appropriately dressed as they should, bocauso tho timidity of others has mado them singular. It is quite time it. camo to be generally under stood that “full dress” for women means but one thing, exactly as it docs for men.— [Chicago Herald. Kitty’s Imaginary Feast. The other day when kitty lay sound asleep in the cushioned chair she uses for a bod, I put a small piece of fresh beef on the end of a toothpick and held it within half an inch of lior nose. After a few seeouds tho muscles of tho throat twitched slightly, tlio mouth opened, the jaws Ivgau to woik, and every detail of chewing and swallow ing followed, after which she licked her lips, but slept right on, nnd she did not awako for some timo after ward.—(Forest and Stream. CHILDREN’S COLUMN* LULLABY. “Rockaby, lullaby, bee* in the clover, Crooning so drowsily, crying so low, Rockaby, lullaby, dear little Rover, Down into Wonderland, Down to the Wonderland go. Rockaby, lullaby, rain on the clover, Tears on the eyelids that wave and weep, Rockaby, lullaby, bending it over, Down on the motberworld, Dowu on the other world sleep. — [New York Recorder. KITE-FLYING IN CHINA. Some of tho amusements of the children in America and Europe are in China the pastimes of grown peo ple, and there old men may often lie seen flying kites while children look on. In tho matter of kite-flying, how ever, there is some excuse for the elders taking an interest in the game, as in this they excel all other nations. Their kites are generally constructed of a thin, tough kind of paper and strips of split banboo. With these materials they make kites of every conceivable form, dragons and birds being tho favorites, but some arc in the shape of men aud insects, espe cially dragon flies. Tlie kites are pierced with holes covered with vibrating cords; so, as the kite goes up, the air rushing throngli them makes a loud humming noise.— [New York Mail aud Express, BUYING PAGAN BABIES. In Egypt, and in many other coun tries, it is the custom to throw away girl-babies. They are cast into the rivers, or are fed to wild animals. Of course, this is very terrible for us to think about, and, lately, some good people have found a way to prevent the slaughter iu a measure. An order has been formed, called the Order of the Holy Childhood. Each member gives one cent a month, or twelve ccuts a year. With this money, which amounts to a great deal if there are many members, missionaries are sent to Egypt and to all countries where they destroy babies, wiili instructions to buy all tiie little children thev can find. A baby-girl rarely costs more than two cents, and the missionaries buy hundreds just in time to savo them from a watery grave. The chil dren are then sent to Christian in stitutions and are brought up to be civilized women.— [New York Ledger. HOW NED UNLOADED THE SLEDS, One day last winter, when the snow was hard, the boys in our part of tlio town had a fine time coasting down a long hill. For a change they decidod to capture Ned and make him draw them through the streets. Ned was an old donkey owned by no oue. He lived by picking up what stray bits he could find on the streets, and sheltered himself in an old shed. After some hunting they found him taking his lunch from au ash barrel. They let him eat what he wanted so that he might be as good-natured as possible. A boy ran hoiae and brought some pieces of old rope. Then they made a rough kind of harness. Ned was kind enough to stand still while they harnessed him. Then they fastened their sleds together,with Joo Brown’s iu front, for he was to drive. Joe took up his cord reius, and gave the word to Ned to “get up.” The donkey only turned and looked back at the dozen or more sleds to which he was tied. I think lie decided lhat the load was too much for him. Joe used a switch on him, but ho hung his head and stood quite still. Alter waiting somo time, the boys grew tired and began to untie their sleds. Ned looked back aud then made a sudden start. He trotted down the road at such a rate that the boys had quite a chase to get on. Ned found it easier than he expect, od, or else he wanted to make up lost timo, for he drew them up ono street and down another for a half hour* Then he began to slackou his pace,but Joo urged him ou with iiis switch. Poor Ned thought there was to be no end to his task. An idea seemed to strike him suddenly, for he rushed down the street at a great rato. On one side of this street was a deep ditch. When Ned came to it he leaped across it, dragging the sled* at at unglo in sucli a way that they all tipped over, leaving the boy* in the di tell. Ned then started on with the empty sleds, making straight for hi* old shed. The boys found him there, eat ing a wisp of straw. They look his harness off and hung it up in the *hed. But that was the first and last time they used il, for Ned would never let them put it on again. To this day, if anyone goes near him with a piece of rope, he will take to his hocl*. — [Our Littlo Ones. The Beal aad the Ideal. ( He had once loved in youthful days, Long years ago, And like the **d but mellow rays That shimmer from a distant star To guide the wave-tossed mariner, The memory of that love lived on, And ever on his pathway shone, Nor ceased to glow. What matter if she fail to be, As many do, A star of hope and destiny? What matter though her heart grew cold ! What though she pledged her hand for gold ? She, in his memory, still was fair— Grent truthful eyes, soft, sun-kissed hair— Faithful and true. Know she was false? Yes, far too well; Love Is not blind; Yet, after years, his thoughts would dwell, Not ou tbe worlding, false and base, But on the fair child’s white, pure face— Till from bis life the woman fled And in bis heart the child instead Was there enshrined. —[Washington Post. HUMOROUS. XZis laugli lasts who laugh3 last. France had 4000 last year and the coroner didn’t get a fee out of tho entire iot. Nothing can compare to an earth quake in the country for opening up new fields. The wise schoolma’am doesn’t wait till Arbor Day to plant a birch where it will do the most good. Loiters three thousand years old have been found iu tho mounds of Egypt. It is timo they were an swered. “Miss Budd’s hoart is like a volume in a circulating library.” “How is that?” “Not to be kept longer than two weeks.” “Nine belles of Beaver Dam, Wis., have had a wood-sawing match. The sawing was easy, but the effort to say nothing must have been a strain. Jasper—Brown never seems to hear his door bell nowadays. People ring and then go away. Jumpuppe— Of course lie can’t hear it. He is over his ears in debt. Guest (to hotelkeeper, who has just handed him his bill)—Tell me, is not this the house where the poet Schiller lodged one night before he wrote the play, “The Robbers?” A Kansas City (Mo.) man calls his dog Christopher Columbus. This is rather overdoing the matter. Christopher had three barks while tho Kauaas City canine has but oue. Not to be Caught—Barber (insinu atingly, as he removes the wrapper)— You’re thinning out badly about tho crown, sir. You want something on your ’air. Customer (rising hastily) Y'es, my hat! Exit. Charley Owcmall—I wish I lived in Greenland. Mr. Frendlycuss—Why so? Charley Owemall—Because tho nights there are three weeks long. How nice it must be tell a bill col lector to call around in the morning. A Famous Stallion. Says the Western Horseman: “Iu 1786 there were landed at Philadel phia, from a sailing vessel, somo Eng lish thoroughbred liorsos. Several of them, exhausted by tlio voyage, wore carefully taken to shore, but one, a rugged gray stallion, with a ringing neigh, stepped briskly down tho gang plank and dashed away from the pier, with two grooms holding him in. This was the advent of the famous Messenger, destined to exert a greater influence on the future stock of America than any other horse ever upon tbe continent. A fow of Iiis de scendants in tlio fourth generation atill survive. Stamboul, 2.074, hold ing the stallion record of America, is in the fifth generation through Iiis dam, and the eighth through tlio dam of Sultan, while Kremlin, 2.07J, a formidable claimant of the standard record, is in tho sixth remove through the male lino.” Big Trees in the Northwest. One hears a good dual of tho big trees of the Northwest, but tho fact is that all vegetation tliero is luxuriant beyond the belief of the Eastern man. There are Douglas firs in Washington and for some dislanco north of that which are honestly said to bo as tall as tho Brooklyn Bridge towers. Planks from these trees, sixteen feet wide, have beon exhibited, and a straight mast 125 feet long, unmarked by branches, was cut on the shore of Puget Sound. Common roadside weeds and bushes have a proportion ate largeness, their leaves being twice as big aud tlnyr stems twice as long as incite East, and the ordinary fern that in this S'ate grows knee high is foivtd tliero with stalks seven feet long. Tho St. Louis new water tower is said to bo tho bighorn in the world.

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The Fayetteville news. (Fayetteville, Ga.) 18??-????, May 05, 1893, Image 1