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VOL. I.
< Winds Today.
1 today are large and free,
t today are westerly;
i the land they seem-to blow
s nee the sap begins to flow,
f 1 the dimpled light to spread
pm the country of the dead.
I it is a wild, sweep land
iere the coming May is planned,
• *re such influences.throb
1 ests it uph can when never they rob bound
h ih* tree and from tho ground!
u 'n me is my soul,
A to journey to its goal,
ountry of the dead;
n \ tips are red, .
tSf > rich in strife
v ird the home of life.
-cp •'he spring with them
ashed the cornel stem,
Wh ) ! at its source
All the gear’s delicious course,
The- express by wind and light
Something of their rapture’s height?
Michael Fields.
Uncle Joseph’s Wooing.
0/ of the prominent figures in our
ig l ouse for many years was
t' r Lucie Joseph, for thus was he
he young and old who fre
i o religious gatherings,
j fc cu] ied the second seat in tho
gallery, and it was with him
that e elder shook hands in sign
that Friends should separate, when it
seemed likely that the spirit would
move no others to litter gentle words
of blessing or stern warning against
the tempter.
As children we regarded Uncle Jos¬
eph in the light of a patriarch, al¬
though I now know that his years at
he time of which I write had scarce
reached the limit of a half century.
He was a comely man, straight and
tall, his smooth-shaven face beaming
with good nature, and his soft blue
eye lighted with sympathy, but he was
not intellectual. Slow of movement
and uncertain in expression, his hear¬
ers were often troubled to follow his
excellent thought, and it was no un¬
common thing for my parents to re¬
fer to his ministrations as being “la¬
bored. We Lad a consciousness, bas¬
ed perhaps upon accidental knowl¬
edge, that he was uncommonly well to
do, and also that there was consider¬
able feeling in the society that Sarah
Sidney, with her clear insight and
facile speech, would be a fit life flom
panion for the good man. But time
Njjvq^e on, and there seemed no likeli
^fod of a realization of this desire.
f lean remember one occasion when
■ Yibject really assumed the impor
L i that is usually given to gossip,
r lit was so lovingly and conscien
iKoJkly touched upon that I was great¬
ly impressed.
My father and mother wero |o in the
way of inviting many friends dine
with them on monthly meeting day.
Quarterly meeting brought even more
lersons from a distance, and among
e children little unaccustomed
duties were distributed. I was fre¬
quently desired to remain for a time
in the front chamber and assist our
women visitors in removing their
wraps and adjusting the cap crowns
that often met with disaster beneath
the stiff bonnets. It was always a
pleasurable duty, for Friends never
fofget the young, end as each one
grasped my little palm she did not
neglect speak an encouraging word
to me.
On th iceasion to which I have
rflludef neding broke up somewhat
Rater in usual. I hurried home,
I warm « j. my ‘.Hilled fingers and ran up¬
stair* In wheie a bright fire was burning
the hear L I glanced about to see
liat he worn box was full and looked
• > he p'indow, where my eye
pon short line of carriages
. Ip thedirection of our home,
i faher and mother, grand
d tiree younger children,
icle well known to me as
ias (hase from Derry Quar-
THE WILL OF THE PEOPLE IS THE SUPHE.ME LAW.
FORT GAINES, GA., FRIDAY. JANUARY 18, 1895.
ter, and thus I counted them off as
they drew up beside tho horse block.
I missed Sarah Sidney, who gener¬
ally came with Theophilus Baldwin’s
family, and, having seen her placid
face in its usual place on the seat be¬
neath the gallery, fronting the meet¬
ing, I was at a loss to explain her ab¬
sence. She was tenderly attached to
mother, and I could not believe any
light matter would take her to an¬
other’s table.
A gentle voice called me to my
duties:
“Why, Katherine dear, thee must
have been very spry to get home be¬
fore us. I was pleased to see thy in¬
terest in the meeting today.”
The good woman kissed me and
thanked me for the little aid I was
able to give in unpinning her shawl.
Directly afterward, sweet Jane Spen¬
cer came tripping up the stairs. She
was frequently spoken of as exhibit¬
ing “overmuch ardor” in all her good
works, but we children loved the en¬
thusiastic little woman.
“O Katherine, I am glad to make
use of thy quick fingers. My cap
strings are sadly awry. I have been
most uncomfortable in them all
through the meeting. Our breakfast
was a trifle late this morning, and we
had far to drive.”
One and another arrived, each with
a thought of me. “How thee grows,
child, ” or “Thy mother is blessed in
her little helpers. ”
The room was well nigh full, when
some one asked the question that had
been trembling on my lips.
“Where is Sarah Sidney?”
No one directly replied, but after a
moment’s reflection nearly all had a
suggestion or a little interest in her
to express.
“Methought her face bore traces of
anxiety this morning. I trust she has
met with no further financial disaster.
Thee knows, Rhoda, she is benevo¬
lent to a surprising degree in one
whose purse is not lengthy, and it is
therefore a serious matter to be forced
to curtail in her giving. ”
“Sarah is too true a follower of the
Great Teacher to be long affl cted by
the things of this world,” replied an
aged friend. ”
“Ah, Hannah dear,” answeied the
first speaker, “thee has never had the
bread and butter trouble, and there¬
fore thee can hardly compass its
misery.”
I think we all felt the force of this
argument, for Hannah was richly
dowered. Presently Jane Spencer
sighed: “I cannot help wishing that
Uncle Joseph would recognize that
the hand of the Lord is pointing him
to Sarah Sidney.”
“If such be the will of our Heaven¬
ly Father, I doubt not it will be re¬
vealed in due time,” and Hannah
spoke with deliberation.
“That is quite true, and undoubted¬
ly it is only those among us who are a
trifle worldly minded that show a dis¬
position to hasten these things.” Jane
Spencer was always very meek under
reproof, and I felt glad that others
sustained her desire that Uncle Jos¬
eph should be a little less deliberate
in his action.”
“I can hardly think that he realizes
Sarah’s worth,” said a late comer.
“On the the contrary,” it was Rho¬
da Longstreet’s voice, “I am some¬
times inclined to believe that his
doubt rests upon his own merit. If
he were of the world’s people I should
say he was bashful. As it is I call
him slow in perceiving his adoption to
any peculiar calling. ”
“Thee may be right,” responded
Jane Spencer, and I was struck with
the note of merry-making that ac¬
companied her words. “If so, I can
only wish that somebody would give
him a hint, for I really believe that
Sarah has perceived their true rela¬
tionship), and that her spirit is troub
led since no sign « given unto her.”
“Ah,” interrupted Hannah, “shall
we never lcaru that God does not wish
us to call upon Him for signs?”
Now it had chanced, although none
of those present wore at that tune
conscious of it, that Sarah Sidney
had given up her seat in a friend’s
carriage to a person who was suffering
from a weak limb, and had walked
briskly along the frozen road toward
our house.
Uncle Joseph, too, had chosen to
leave his vehicle at home, and, seeing
in the distance a familiar, plump little
figure, he made haste to overtake her.
For a few moments they talked to¬
gether of the lesser things of life;
then they fell into a silence which was
at last broken by Uncle Joseph’s
voice.
“My mind has dwelt much today
upon tho Bible teaching of the rela¬
tion of Ruth and Boaz.”
I am sure the throbbing heart be¬
neath the white muslin kerchief of
Sarah Sidney must have bounded a
little at this. He went on :
“Has thee ever thought it over and
npplied the test to our own lives?”
It was certainly not strange that
the good woman hesitated before she
answered:
“If thee means to ask whether it
has been shown to me that I am chos¬
en of the Lord to be thy companion,
I will admit that it has, but, Joseph,
thee is not an old man, nor am I a
young hand maiden.”
Uncle Joseph stopped short in his
walk and, catching a frightened look
upon the honest face beside him, he
gravely said :
“It was not upon that relation that
my mind ran. I thought rather of
the increased duty in this day and
generation which belongs to the hus¬
bandman and his gleaners, or in other
words, the responsibility of him upon
whom the benefits of this world have
been showered, and the loud call ever
sounding in my ear to extend help to
those who need; and it has been whis¬
pered to me that thy material goods
have been slipped from thee, and—
and I wished many times that I might
make bold to offer my aid.”
Can you maryeJ if a feeling of faint¬
ness crept over the gentlet Sarah, or
that a beseeching look set thd Seal up¬
on the awful stillness that followed.
Uncle Joseph's voice sounded strange!
in her ear. She feared she should'
fall, but as the tones grew clearer
something else impressed her.
“Sarah, thee has a more receptive
spirt than my own. I have sometimes
longed to see aright in regard to the
formation of a closer bond with thee,
and I rejoice that through my ill-cho¬
sen speech thee lias been led to point
the way.” 1
He tookher trembling hand between |
his own, and smiled down upon the
sweet but tearful face ; then her lips
opened, the pain went forever out of
her heart, and she whispered only:
'“Dear Joseph.”
But her trial was not quite over.
We wero already summoned to the
dining room when Uncle Joseph and
Sarah Sidney entered the door togeth¬
er. I glanced about me, and was cer
tain that I saw more than one look of
satisfaction exchanged by the com
pany present.
The moment of silent blessing was
past My mother moved as if to be
gin serving the soup, but she caught
Uncle Joseph’s eye, and awaited his
slow words:
“Dear friends,” he said with a little
tremor in his voice, “rejoice with me,
for today has our beloved .Sarah Sid¬
ney revealed to ine the message that
the Lord has given into her keeping. ”
He paused, and with a flush bright
ening her soft cheeks Sarah aske
calmly:
“Joseph, will thee kindly explai
thyself.”
I never knew him to do anythin?
well as he now related to us the
nor in which ho had obtained an in¬
sight into tho soeret knowledge of Sa¬
rah Sidney’s heart.
As ho censed speaking her own
rhythmic tones filled tho room in ten¬
der thanksgiving to the Lord for his
gift of companionship, and this has
evermore remained in my memory as
one of tho most beautiful and fervent
supplications I have been privileged
to hew.—Sarah H. Gardner’s “Qua¬
ker Idyls.”
_
Chinese Formality at the Table.
Lily and bamboo roots, shark’s tins
and swallow’s nests, and many other
Chinese delicacies, were now served in
abundance, and with tho ever accom¬
panying bowl of rice. In the matter
of eating and drinking, Chinese form¬
ality is extreme. A round table is
tho only one that can bo used in an
aristocratic household. Tho seat of
honor is always the one next to the
wall. Not a mouthful can bo taken
until the host raises his chop-sticks in
tho air and gives tho signal. Silence
then prevails; for Confucius says:
“When a man eats ho has no timo
for talk.” When a cup of tea is served
to anyone in a social party, ho must
offer it to every one in the room, no
matter how many there are, before
proceeding to drink himself. The
real basis of Chinese politeness seems
to be this: They must be polite enough
to offer, and you must be polite
enough to refuse. Our ignorance of
this great underling principle during
the early part of the Chinese journey,
led us into errors both many and
grievous. In order to show a desiro
to be sociable, we accepted nlmost
everything that was offered us, to the
great chagrin, wo fear, of the courte¬
ous donors.—Century.
Home-Made Electric Lights.
A petroleum engine is being made
by tho Thomson Electric Welding
Company, of Lynn, Mass., in which
that responsible company guarantees
tho cost of horse power will not ex¬
ceed one cent per hoy. It is very
simple, requires practically no atten¬
tion and the fuel is pure petroleum.
With an eight horse power petroleum
engine of tliis character sufficient cur¬
rent can be generated through a dyna¬
mo to furnish eighty incandescent
lights of sixteen-candle power each at
a cost of eight cents per hour. The
. same illumination by gas at $1 per
thousand feet would cost over five
tim W as much. The current so cheap¬
ly generated can, of course, be util¬
ized A u many other ways, as cooking,
heatiro* running fans, sewing ina
c jjjp.es, etc. The cost of wiring a res¬
idence is insignificant, and lamps, ino~
and other electrical household ap
pliances are yearly becoming less
<*. >Cly.—Atlanta Constitution,
A Church Rich in Silver.
T ‘ie St. Louis Globe-Democrat says:
The erection of the magnificant can
°P’ f ver the high altar of Our Lady
in ti shrine of Guadalupe, Mexico,
has bee n completed. The pillars to
HUpp r it are each of a solid block of
polii ; cotch granite weighing sev
en t< he diameter of each pillar
is th and the height twenty
feet. ill be ready for dedi
(Guadalupe day),
elaborate and
The additions
>t be com¬
1 at the
en fin
dy of
itabla
world
eighs
s of
ed
0;IE DOLLAR PER ANNUM.
NO. 2
Blood Poisoning Among Moat Parkers.
“It would surpriso you to know,’’
roce.itly remarkod nn officer of one of
our la*-ge packing houses, “how fre
quent cases of blood poisoniug are
among our employees, and the cause
in most instances would doubtless sur¬
prise you more. A scratch on the
hand from a bone of a calf’s head or
a pig’s foot often disables a man for a
week, and, strangely enough, in al¬
most every case that has come under
my notice tho scratch has been so
slight as to bo almost imperceptible.
* t The first intimation tho man has
of his injury is a swelling of tho fore¬
arm, accompanied by a smarting pain.
Both swelling and pain generally ex¬
tend to the shoulder, under which a
large lung sometimes forms. Even
after the presence of Iho scratch has
been in this manner demonstrated, it
is often impossible to detect, it. it is
usually caused, in tho case of the calf’s
head, by tho sharp edge on the bone
of the neck, duo to the carelessness of
the butcher who sevors the head from
the carcass. If he does his work well
and his cleaver has severed the joint
perfectly, all is well, for there is no
sharp edge to cut; but if lie has
missed the joint by even a hair’s
breadth, which happens' in litre cases
out of ten, there is an edge on the
bone that will probably work mischief.
“Of course, none of those cases has
ever resulted seriously, as prompt
measures are always taken, and as we
always insist that a man so injured im¬
mediately consult a physician. This
rule we never vary, for we feel bound
to retain a man on tho pay roll while
suffering from such an accident, even
though ho bo unfitted for work, and
tho unskillful teatment of an apotho
cary, on which many of them would
like to rely, or tho even less satisfac¬
tory methods of homo surgery, would
would oxdy prolong the term of idle¬
ness. ”—New York Sun.
Wonderful Richness of Siberia.
Co4 idering tho fecundity of the
Siberian mountains and rivers in re¬
spect to colored precious stones, it
would seem as if nature had, in a cyn¬
ical moment, wreaked vengeance on
this portion of the earth, by making
it hideous, yet rich beyond compare.
With all the marvelous mineral pro¬
ducts, the porphyry, the blue and
green jasper, granite, and, rose-colorod
and blue quartz, chalcedony, lapis laz¬
uli, topaz, beryl, aquamarine, upd
crystals attaining two inches in diam¬
eter filling these terribh mines and
soil, who would wish to own any por¬
tion of it. No wonder the palaces of
St. Petersbng are splendidly embel¬
lished from such teeming quarries, or
that the rich nobility spend thousands
of versts for articles that caft only be
manufactured in the dark Altai Moun¬
tains. .Siberia to the Russians is
merely a magnificent territory of un¬
bounded wealth, and a vast prison
bouse for the criminal and nihilist. N©
sentiment is wasted on the country.—
Boston Herald.
Equal To All Occasions.
Good folio — Wasn’t that Nicefelio
who just asked for yon?
Sweet Girl—Yes; I told the maid to
tell him I was not at home.
“Suppose ho finds out that you
are?”
“I’ll tell him I thought it was you.”
—Now York Weekly.
Xot Secessary.
Interested Foreigner—Do you make
any provision for your Senators after
they have retired to private lift
Washington Man — No. They’ve
generally accumulated all the provis¬
ions they need.—Chicago Tribune. , A
The Siamese government has sold to
Chile’ <• traders fifi.OT) rifi.-s of an ©b
.Me type. The price- paid by the
! •;> was about nine c.-ut-. ’’jr eiuh