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CElic JFo vt (Staines m r% m 4 QSHUA JONES, PUBLISHER. 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