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VOLUME XXL
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McKibben & Lane
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
Jackson Ga.
LUCIEILRH. CLItUDE C, RAY.
nuteiis, Ga. Fackbon^Gt..
RAY & RAY,
ATTORN E YS.
Negotiate loans on real estate lower than
any Loan Broker in Georgia.
Superior advantages in collecting claims
in the South.
Practice in all Courts, both Federal and
State: Also Supreme Court ,of U. S. A. by
special contract.
WRIGHT & BECK,
Attorneys at Law.
(OFFICE IN COUNT HOUSE.)
jTAOKSONT, - - Or A..
M. M. MILLS,
counsellor A Attorney at Law.
Will practice in ell the courts. Mor ev
feened on r el estate at low rate of inter
•i Long time granted with small pay
peats. Money obtained at once without
Uiy.
(OTSTCB IN COURT HOUSE.)
Or. 0. H. Cantrell,
I D33HTTIST.
I JACKSON, - - GEORGIA.
Up stairs over i. W. Bun’s Rock
Corner.
J. W. LEE, H. D.
JACKSON, QA.
Will practice medicine in its various
branches.
Office at J. W. Lee <fe Son’s drug store,
llesideoce first house west of Mrs.
Brady’s.
DR. T. K. THARPE.
XJSSTIST.
FLOVILLA .... GEORGIA.
Crown and bridge work and all the la
test methods of dentistry, Teeth ex
nu-U tl v\ ilhoui pain. Prices moderate.
Satisfaction guaranteed. Feb 14 93 ly.
HOTELS.
STOP AT THE
Morrison House.
EVERYTHING NEW AND FIRST
CLASS.
Conveniently Located,
Free Hack to
C. R. GRESHxVM, Proprietor.
Wilkinson House.
Firt Class iu Every Particular.
The ooly brick hotel between Atlanta
and Muooa.
Convenient to ail business.
Mbs. A. E. Wilkinsow, Prop.
MOAEY TO LOAN.
We are prepared to negotiate loans for
y amount on real estate on the most
avorable terms. Call on us and investi
nste before borrowing elsewhere. Office
n the court house.
& Mills.
ETHERIDGE & KINARD.
FIRE INSURANCE AGENTS.
Risk taken on all classes of Insur
ance.
11V insure Cotton, Cotton Gins Saw
mills, Country Stoics, Dwellings,
Rams &c. W r c represent some of the
land oldest companies in the Uni-
Yd Suites.
21st Annual Announcement
or TKK
lift Georgia Africoltiiral College,
AT DAHLONEQA.
A branch of the State University
Spring Term begins First Monday in Feb
ruary. Fall Term begins First
Monday in September.
Best school in the sonth, for students with
limited means. The military training ii
thorough, being under a U. 8. Army officer,
detailed by the Secretary of War.
BOTH BEXBS H ATE EQUAL ADVAN
TAGES.
Students are prepared and licensed to teach
in the public schools, by act of the legislature.
Lectures, on Agriculture and the Sciences
by distinguished educators and scholars.
For health the climate is unsurpassed.
Altitude 3237 feet.
Board $lO per month and upwards. Miming
tf lower rates.
Bach senator and representative of the state
h entitled and requested to appoint one pupil
hum his district or ooanty, without paying
toatricuiation fee, daring his term.
Bor catalog or information, address Sccre
or Treasurer. Board of Trustees.
Jflibhk (Sfeorgia Slrgm
LULaI. BRIEFS.
We are to have a new coal firm in
Jackson. 1 hat is right, competition
is the life of trade.
“Orange mikes hand
some, happy women, because it,
makes healthy women, Sold By all
druggists.
Mr. T. W. Xahr is planting ten
thousand more vines. 1I says that
co non will not be iiis stable crop, but
fruit and grapes will.
A uiaddog passed Ivinards last week
and bit luo persons. The council
should offer a five dollar reward for
every stray dog s head, hydrop hobialy
speaking.
Can’t be beaten ! Mr, J. G. Wittig
Blue Mound, III*., Writes : “I have
used Salvation Oil with wonderful
success for inflammatory rheuma
tism in my foot. It cannot be
beat”
Every one gives it the highest praise.
H. Grade!,Druggist, Walnut aud Aili
bou tits., Ciuciuuulti, 0., says this of
nis trade: ‘*l sell my share ot Dr.
Bull’s Cough Syrup and my customers
ihal have used this preparation speak
of ii in the highest terms.”
Il you want a good hat try the
Gate City. Almand,Mcon &Cos.
Best parch coffee—Jersey cof
fee. Buy one package at
Almand, Moon & Cos.
Don’t wait until you are robbed to
learn I hat it is safest and wisest to
keep a bank account. Don’t keep
money locked up in trunks and hid in
old stockings and ordinary iron safet.
The steel burglar proof time lock safe,
in the .Jackson Banking Co’s, vault is
absol u tely impen etrable.
The old reliable Butts and Eu
taw acid and Jackson High
Grade fertilizers.
Almand, Moon & Cos.
Mr. Jabe Ilolifield has tanned a
hide under the new process and will
soon have a tannery in full blast in
Jackson. He can make good leather
in fifteen days. Cousin Jabe is a good
one and we are glad he has an assured
success in his new business.
When you want to buy cheap
goods, give us a call. Shoes, hats,
clothing, jeans, flannel, drilling,
chocks, shirting, calico, table lin
en, bed spreads, silk hosiery,
gloves, handkerchiefs, pins,
needles, buttons, thread, umbrel
las of all kinds, corsets, cuffs,
collars, shirts, suspenders and
gents neck wear, at
Almand, Moon & Cos.
Representative Caruth, of Ken
tucky has received the following
irom Will S. Hays, the popular
song writer:
TO MY FRIIND MR. ASH CARUTH,
\Y ho wrote that he thought I was
an “early bird/' applying for a po
sition uuder Cleveland :
Dear I am an “early bird,”
And now since “Cleve'’ controls,
I’ll not let other birds get worms
-dud leave me watching holes.
I did that once wbeu “deve” vent in
Til go for a'l that squirms,
For you and I both know d—m well,
JTiat there’s more birds than worms.
T. 1., ■ 3T
POSITIONS GUAR A NTE ED.
By The Georgia Business College of Ma
con, Georgia
Ihe estaolished reputation of the Geor
gia i?us - ness College, which ranks al
other southern institutions, enables it to do
what no other is doing, viz: Guarantee a
position to every person of average ability
and good moral character, who completes
its prescribed course.
Mauy Text Book cllegcs are studiously
seeking to conceal their lack of inent and
iutluence, by hinting that no repu able in
stiution will guarantee positions. Pet.
this celebrated college, which teaches real
business by purely practical methods, no
only boldly gives this guarantee, but si
making it good in every instance.
It had fifty students from a dozen states
North aud South, to enter last month; and
in addition to placing every graduate, has
now on hand numerous unfilled applica
tsoin from the best professional and mer
cantile firms for book-keepers and stenog
raphers, at salaries of $600.00 to $1500.00
per annum.
Evejy young lady Mid genfleman, de
siring to become independent, should
write for full particulars, to
IFtatt & A/artix,
Macon, Ga.
JACKSON, GA., FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 24, 1893.
mother.
Lines Written to His Mother Sug
gested by the Heavy Snow Fall
on the Night of the 15th
Jan. 1893.
My dear Mother As beautiful
and pure a* the snow falling in ten
der, white flakes all around us to
day, so is my love for you, good
mother, thou dearest of earthly
creatures, When it snows I think
of home, the dear old home of my
boyhood days. I think of the snow
ball, the snow battle, the snow man.
It used to run us wild to see the
sno v fall so gently, pure, white,
beautiful and feathery, falling like
eoft, aerial pictures and silently
placing on the old willing world a
crown of spotless white.
It made my young heart leap
with joy. It fills me with childish
ecstacy. 1 thought these flakes
were made for the cl ildren. I
thought God was so good to remem
ber us little ones. Il looked like He
was the Dig playfellow at one end
of the playground, while we on ou r
ovrn soft, velvety base, were romp
ing and shouting back at Him our
glad hosannas that ever He thoughr
of this choicest game from the skies.
There was the merry romping and
clattering of young voices. There
was the loud laughter of innocent
childhood. There was the wild en
ergetic sport of boy ; sh perseverance.
Hall and corridor and field and
wood were yocal with song and
sbouF We heartily wished the
snow would last forever, auu the
only shadow that fell athwart the
shining pathway of our joy was this,
we knew it was too beautiful to
last.
0, how earnestly we rolled and
pushed along the snow, till the ball
was mammoth and we puffed and
blowed and stumbled and fell, and
then all laughed merrily and stood
off and admired with perfect ahufle
ation that huge pile towering way
above our heads. Avery monu
ment to our unremitting toil and a
statue of our wildest joy. We had
rolled it together, and there it stood
a mystic lump of shining spotless
white.
For days and weeks it stood glit
tering in the sunlight, or smiling
back at the far oft laughing stars.
Then I thought of all the boys for
laughter and song and labor and
fun in the cold, white snow, my
good father was easily the champi
on.
Sweet memories I they abide with
me. Yes, I remember, father was
the very personification of good hu
mor. He was genial, frolicsome,
content. His face was the sunlight
that lit up our little world of snow
and made it all radiant, and his own
rich voice was to us as the sweet
song bird that sung and perched in
the sunny corners ot our soul.
Then your own sweet face, mother,
as you 3at in the doorway smiling,
lent fresh vigor to our happy sport
and threw a golden halo over all.
Those laughing eyes, that beam*
ing face, those tender words of mu
sical cadence, mother, went to the
heart as shafts of yellow sunlight.
And so the snow scene oil that fair
winter morning was a perfect little
fairy land for beauty and for good
nass.
Surely it was enchanted ground,
“a thing of beauty, a joy forever.”
we thought. We wondered if it
were not some bright fragment from
far off Dreamland, or some soft
landslide from Heaven that had
first been lighted and kissed by the
angels.
Sweet memories! those which
live and throb in my soul like the
perfumed breath from Ceylon, like
the fragrant breeze from off some,
paradise flower garden, these happy
snow scenes of the golden long ago
come floating back tonight, mother
and lam a happy faced sunny boy
again.
Just now, mother, we are in the
midst of a beautiful snow storm. I
think I never saw tbe snow fail so
fast and thick and soft Areat big
flakes come ffutteriug down as
though they had been very delicate
ly chipped from off some glittering
moss in Glory Land. For just a
moment these myriad flakes, soft,
white messengers of purity, would
stand and tremble aod scintillate
and smile, as each passing breeze
would kiss them, and then go turn* -
uli-.g a. ill it LiililUfi, UuWn picsalli^
the earth as silently and lightly a
e’er did angel feet.
This continued almost the entire
day, when late in the
driving sleet small and white and
soft and fine almost as mist fell over
the suow giving it a hard finish, a
glaze, a shining white glory that
was perfectly beautiful to behold.
Many innocent sports were indulg
ed. Th 6 voung were happy and
blithe as rooming larks, and the
old were young again.
Rosy cheeks aud flashing eyes,
rudy lips and merry laughter and
romping feet were conspicuous dur
ing the day.
The wildest laughter, the sweet
est voices, a grand chorus of child*
ish melodies made vocal home and
street and field the whole day out,
and died with the latest evening
breeze falling in the silent, peacefnl
snow.
But late in the night the sleet fell
here in torrents. It came like a
driving tempest; it fell like shot and
hail. Then the wind blew a fear
lul gale and howled and wailed and
tossed like angry billows, or groan
ed like some starving beast in pite
ous rage;then in subdued toneß, in
muffled voice she sobbed like some
breken-hearted child moaned with
the moan of the sad, sad sea.
The house trembled; the trees
sagged; the restless tempest whis
tled around the corners. We could
bear the icicles as they would strike
and beat against the frozen
branches.
And the crying and the sying of
the dying of the winter night.
Drone chill and dispalr to earth’s
unfortunate.
And we shivered as we thought
ot the poor without home, without
shelter, without friends, hungry and
cold, and facicg the noiseless storm
that was bitter. oso bitter!
Then I lifted up my heart to God
to remember the poor . nd give shel
ter to the storm-driven and food to
the starving, and close my mouth
forever to murmerings and com
plainings, A good home, a glowing
fire, a soft bed and great hearts to
love and to comfort, then say in the
face of all these heavenly benedic
tions; “My lot is hard—my life ie
lonely’*—it is a burning shame; it
is a gross ingratitude to God.
So I thank Him for the beautiful
&now, the chilling ice, the howling
wind, the frozen earth and the sun
less snow.
They have taught me lessons
never to be forgotton. I look above
me, I see His smiles through the
glittering icicles. I look around
me, I behold His treasures in the
beautiful snow. Listen to the voi
ces ot the night, what is in the
winds? It’s the strange coming of
peace designed ultimately to crown
tempest tossed soul. It’s the rudy
fire to warm our frigid hearts, the
golden links to bind humanity to
gether.
These ar9 strangely sweet provi
dences mother, though they be built
on ice and crowned with snow and
lashed together with the wailing
winds. Heart is is made to beat
in unison with heart. Our purposes
are to lift up, to gladden, to
bless, to redeem.
Bless God I am a better man for
tbe storm. I am more tender in
thought. lam more grateful. My
heart goes out in sympathy to
earth’s sore sufferers. My very
soul is enlarged at the remembrance
of all the bestowmentß of a Heaven
ly father’s love,
So I believd He brings light out
of darkness and calm out of storm
and sunshine ont of cloud.
Contentment now has anew
meaning and gratitude a bright and
a holier charm. Those dark days
make us more meditative, and give
mind a human kindness, a larger
flow. And I teel tonight, dear
mother, as/wiite to you, a sweet
calm peace falling over my home
and heart. I feel that the “rod of
bitterness” has been extracted from
my life,. lam touched by a sweet
er influence, lam moved by a pur
er and loftier impulse. I have ex
perienced the genial sunbeams of
His radiant lace pouring into my
soul.
lam lifted up and yet lam
“mellowed down” as by faith I pil
low my head upon His peaceful
bosom; for this is love and there is
forgiveness and sympathy for the
o Ul UJiC OIU glUiiUUi c
vrolrd.
But I must desist, sweet mother,
lest I weary you. By the way, I an.
just reminded of the perfect dearu
ot news in tnis let’er for which Id
apologize. At some subsequen
time and that too in the near future
I propose to give you the happen
ings of our fair little village, Foi
the present it must suffice to pour
out the burdens and joy and prayer
and dreamy meditations of my
heart. lamina meditative mood
today. Sometimes I am walking
amid the shadows—sometimes I am
basking in the beautiful sunlight
of God.
good Dight, dear mother,
may the angel of peace camp around
you and all the loved ones at home.
And may His sweet spirit lead you
and us finallyacross the river to rest
“under the shade of the trees, ’’
Your loving and affectionate son.
J. C, Solomon,
SCHOOL DEPAHTHENT.
BOARD OF EDUCATION.
E. E, Pound—C. S. 0.
W. M. Mallet, President.
A, G. Hitchins, J. M. McMicheal,
D. N. Carmicheal, J. T. Goodman.
SCHOOLS AND TEACHERS.
Jackson Institute -J. C. Blasin
game president; Prof. Kelley yice
president; Miss Eva Sa3nett and
Miss Rosa Thornton, teachers.
Music Miss Helen Rogers. Art
and eparmeni Miss Mahone.
Jenkinsburg—C. R. Thompson,
Miss Elia E. Pound.
Flovilla High SchoolW. M.
Spann principal; J. C. Spann asst.
Mrs, G, B. Elder Music.
Elgin High School—C. S. Mad
dox,
County Line -Prof. Ward.
Henly's Mill—Prof. Aiken.
Corinth—Miss McGheebee.
Indian Spings—Miss Fannnie M
Ogletree.
Worthville —Miss Estelle Wal
thall.
Stark—G.H. Cornwell
Cedar Rock—Miss Clyde Hunt.
Barnett's Mill—Miss Ida Smith.
Base—Miss (71ovis Jinks
Flynt Hill—Miss Magie Scar
brough.
Cork—V. D, Harris.
Grady Institute—Miss Dollie
Rogers.
Old Bethel. W. T. MoMillen.
Fincherville, T. J. Christian.
Mt. Vernon, Miss, Katie Hoard.
Iron Spring, Mrs. Roxie Pittman.
Private High School, Miss. Minnie
Atkinson.
A/ONE F TO LEWD.
‘‘Money to at six per cent,”
In gilt letters hang o’er the door,
“If that is the way,” said Mr. Dent,
“I gre's I’ll be dun ed no more,
I owe seme en a guano debt—
’Tis true he said he would w<>it;
But I owe some for provisions yet,
Mad it would* strap me to pay it.
“2 hese merchants and guano men
-4re good enough in their way,
But I’m not use to this, and then
I will .meet them every day.
Besides this is our own demand,
We populist I mean to say;
That our property —our land
Should be money every day.
I’ll have the land and run my farm,
2Tie cash I’ll have to spend,
By using both,/’ll do no harm,
And I’ll have money to lend. ”
So Mi. Dent climbed up the stairs,
To negotiate a loan.
“I can keep it all for five years
And use it, for it is my own*”
Five short years have come and gone
A ragged man is standing,
The misery on his face is shown,
More time he is demanding,
Ant the sheriff says one more call—■
The land is worth twice the money;
Are you done now, one and all,
And winds up with something funny.
A worn old man with sorrow bent,
Again climbs the winding stair,
And asks for a Settlement-
Thinking in the sale he’ll share,
Not a Dime for yon Mr. Dent,
It don’t quite pay expenses. m
You can have it for so moch rent,
If you’ll fix up the fences.
N* J. H.
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. A NARROW ESCAPE.
BY TRASK H. STAUFFEB.
I one da}' saw a copy of Hafiz on
the table of a friend. Hafiz was a
Persian poet of the fourteenth cen
tury whose verse, like that of Ana
creon's, was dedicated to love and
wine. The book was in Persian
manuscript, was superbly illus
trated, and was at least 200 years
old.
“Fred, did you buy this book
abroad?” I asked.
He looked at me in a queer way,
and then said:
“No, I didn’t. I stole it.”
I stared at him in surprise.
“Not intentionally,” qualified
he, as he lit a fresh cigar and
shoved the box toward me.
“It was an adventure,” I said,
as I settled down in an easy chair,
“l am ready to hear it.”
He watched a wreath of smoke
as it curled away to the ceiling,
and then told me the following
story:
“1 was haunted by a pair of su
perb black eyes while at Constan
tinople. They rested on mo fre
quently in the various marts, and
they seemed significant with a
meaning despite their steady gaze.
Of course, they belonged to a
young woman. Her figure was
not too obese to be graceful, and
though her face was covered with
the traditional vail, I was sure
that it was as handsome as the
eyes.
“I first met her in the drug
market, a place that looked like
the archway to a covered bridge,
dim and mysterious, and odorous
with spices, the venerable looking
Turk scarcely visible through the
smoke that curled from the bowl
of his pipe, his eyes dreamy from
the use of opium and his tremb
ling fingers counting hie spice
wood beads My unknown dark
eyed beauty bought a package of
henna, with which to dye her
fingers, while I bought some in
cense wood for a pastille lamp.
“The next place I met her was
in the slave market, and it struck
me that was a queer place for her
to be. She stared a little sadly at
the Nubian damsels standing
around like so many pieces of
black statuary awaiting the plea
sure of the auctioneer. When aer
eyes met mine it was again with
a prolonged, unwinking gaze, and
I thought I saw signs of emotion.
“The third time I met her was
in the bezestein, that most orien
tal of bazaars, devoted to the sale
of bric-a-brac, largely of a military
kind, and only open in the fore
noon. 1 was pricing some jewel
hilted daggers, when who should
I see by my side but the vailed
unknown. She picked up each
dagger as I laid it down, exam
ined it, and spoke to the gray
bearded fatalist in attendance, a
ripple of laughter stirring her
thick vail. I could not under
stand what she said, but I sup
posed the conversation was about
me. I was a good-looking fellow
and had plenty of money and a
fancy tor everything that was
quaint. She took my hand, looked
at it closely and gave it a slight
tender pressure. I had a friend,
an attache to the American Am
bassador, and I told him about
the mysterious houri. He just
laughed at me.
“ ‘You can’t designated them by
their eyes/ he said. ‘They all
look alike.’
“ ‘She wore turquoise rings/ I
said.
“ ‘lt is a favorite gem with
them/ replied he.
“ ‘She took hold of my hand in
the bazaar.’
“ ‘That’s nothing new. She was
prompted by curiosity. Their idea
of modesty includes the vailing of
their faces, and that’s about all.
It may not have' been the same
woman every time.’
“ ‘I am positive that it was/ I
rejoined. ‘ I’ll follow her the next
time. ’
“ ‘You’ll be fished up out of the
Bosphorous the next morning,’ re
plied my friend with a shrug.
‘ I’ll walk down to the Morgue to
see if I can recognize you. ’
“ I saw a grave look cross his
face, but that did not deter me
from my purpose. The next day
I met her within the religious
gloom of one of the cemeteries.
Was she following me or was there
a fatality in our meeting ? The
cities of the dead are numerous on
the hillsides. They are not large,
are shaded by close-growing cy
press and each one has a small
minaret pointing skyward in the
center. There is a great deal of
rural beauty about them and they
are not never without visitors, for
relatives hold their dead in great
reverence.
‘ ‘ Again those fascinating eyes
met mine and I felt my heart beat
faster. She placed her fingers
upon her lips and then walked
down one of the paths. What did
the ‘act mean but ‘ Follow me and
be discreet.’ I followed her, tremb
ling somewhat with excitement.
Outside stood an aruba, drawn by
horses and attended by an Abys
sinian sla.ve.
“ He opened the door of the car
riage and the girl entered. She
motioned to me to join her and I
NfJ
complied. Auer a short a rive we
stopped at a small villa. She
entered the house and I followed
her, the Abyssinian slave joining
us a few minutes later. At a sign
from her he brought |n four gilded
saucers, two of them containing
some sort of snow-white delicacy
and two filled with quince jelly
almost done to a candy.
“The room was the most elegant
boudoir eye ever rested upon, with
rich rugs, ottomans, statues, vases,
and no end of Oriental conceits, a
sweet odor and a sensuous look
pervading it all. Leaving mo
alone for a few minutes, she re
turned and handed me a very rare
and richly-illuminated hafiz. I saw
at once its value to a book worm.
“Pekke!” I said, which is the
Persian word for admiration.
“What do y'ou want?”
“She looked at the Abyssinian
and said something in Persian.
“Sell,” he said, looking at me.
“Frank?”
“‘That is the name applied in the
East to the people from Western
Europe.
“American,” I said.
“I found he was familiar with
English and we kept up a running
conversation. She was on the
alert and was watching me when
she was not watching the Abys
sinian. We spoke to each other
through the interpreter. She
wanted money for the book and
evidently had some idea of its
value.
“‘Tell her that if she unvails I’ll
buy,’ I boldly' said. He hesitated,
then told her what I had said. I
saw her tremble for a moment,
then she threw aside her vail. I
stood spell-bound, her face was so
strikingly handsome, tinged with
the healthy hues of youth and
sparkling with vivacity. She saw
the admiration in my eyes, and a
like expression filled her own.
There was a tender, yearning look ‘
back of them which gave me to
undeia+and that she had conceived
a violent affection for me. At
least that was the construction
which I placed upon it. I felt my
pulse throb. Whither would it ail
lead? Suddenly there was a noise
in the corridor outside. She
swiftly replaced the vail and a low
exclamation of alarm broke from
her lips. She closed her hands
tightlyTo keep them from tremb
ling.
& ‘‘‘Go!’ said the Abyssinian slave,
a pallor in his dusky face.
“He pointed to the heavy hang
ings beyond. I parted them,
passed through several dim, mag
nificently - furnished rooms and
found my way at last into a se
cluded corner. I was foolish
enough to continue to run and
thereby attracted the attention of
some attendants, who, seeing I'
was a foreigner, started in pursuit
of me. I leaped the wall, eluded
them in the wild shrubbery outside
and reachad the bank of the river.
“I found there a small caique or
barge, which I shoved out into the
current and then hid ipyself be
hind the boat house. Two fierce
looking Turks suddenly appeared.
They thought that I was in the
boat, under the canopy,' too ex
hausted to use the oars. They
plunged into the water and swam
towards] the caique. That was
just what I thought they would
do. I crept back into the shrub
bery and safely reached my quar
ters in the heart of the city.
Whether an irate father or a jeal
ous husband had unexpectedly re
turned, I never knew. I-was sure j
though, that both of our lives,
would have been forfeited. I’ll,
never forget that fascinating face
arid the alarm which urged me
away.”
“What construction did you
place upon the occurrence?” I
asked.
“None that ever satisfied mo;”
replied my friend. “Time and
again have I been astonished ai
my foolhardiness, though impetu
ous youth never counts the risks.
The powerful Abyssinian slave
could have killed me at any time.
The woman may have meant me
weli—may have been ready to die’
under a suddenly conceived pas
sion for me—or she may have been
cruelly leading me on to- destruc-r
lion. Perhaps she wanted to sell
me the Hafiz, and that was all.
The footsteps in the corridor may
have been my salvation.”
“You never saw her afterward?”
I asked.
“No. I wa3 afraid to look for
her. I was afraid of her* and of
myself. I was cured of my folly,
and left for Smyrna the next day.”
“And the Hafiz?”
“I had it in my hand when I
ran away. That is it. It is worth
13,000 to an antiquarian. I would
not take §IO,OOO for it.”
A Secret Out.
Cholly (after the man had gone)
—Why don’t you pay off that
tailor of vours and stop these con
tinual duns? . . , .
Fweddy— ’Sh! dear boy, I don’t
owe any tailaw. None Of ’em will
twust me. •, i,. .
“Then what does that fellow
mean by hunting you up when
you’re in a crowd and handing you
a tailor’s bill for $175?”
“I pay him 50 cents a month for
doing it. It’s fob effect, dear boyv
See? ’—Chicago Tribune, . _