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JOSHUA JONES, PUBLISHER.
VOL. I.
A Conqueror.
Noble Is he whose moral strength
Beats down the walls of wrong,
Whose honest manhood uplifts man,
Whose life is like a song.
The brave and steadfast conqueror
Of appetite and sin,
He flings hopes stately portals wide.
And bids the lost come in.
—Bose Haetwiok Thbope, in Demorest.
CHRISTY’S VALENTINE.
BI EMMA A. CFPF.R.
/ John Parke bounded in at the door
/so energetically that it slammed be
hind him with a crash.
“That Valentine—only decent one
you’ve got—two-dollar and sixty-cent
one,” he whispered, cornering the
owner of tho “toniest” stationery
•store in town. “I haven’t found any¬
thing better, and I’ll take it. ”
“All right, Mr. Parke,” said the
proprietor, good-humoredly, “un
less--”
He led the v, iy to the counter
whereon Valentines were displayed.
“That satin one—pink one—two
sixty?” he queried of the clerk. “Mr.
Parke will—ah!” For the satin one,
the pink one, the two-dollar and sixty
cent one, was in the process of wrap¬
ping up by the clerk’s deft hands.
“Ah, you’ve bought it, Mr. Greer?”
“Yes,” said Mr. Greer.
He grew quite red all over his queer
li^K/e face. Some chronic joker had
it .marked that Mr. Greer’s counten¬
ance was “out of plumb.” His left
eyebrow was higher than the other;
his mouth quirked to the right- He
was short and round and past fifty.
“Well, I trust she’ll like it,” said
the stationer, jocularly,
And Mr. Greer’s glow deepened
painfully.
Parke did not wait to observe it.
He strode out of the shop. The door
banged so vigorously that Mr. Greer
jumped.
“Greer!” he thought, hotly.
“Greer! If it’s come to that—his
sending her a Valentine—his daring
to! But I don’t know about daring;
maybe he knows his business better
than I know mine. How do I know
she cares anything for me? A look
now and then, a word or two. Pshaw !
what’s that? But he—he’s an old
friend of the family, and worth no¬
body knows how much, and—and per¬
fectly respectable, I suppose,” said
Parke, bitterly. “But to think of it!
She’s eighteen, and sweet and bright
and lovely, and Greer--”
Parke bit his lips under his blonde
moustache; they were almost quiver¬
ing,
“But he’s after her. I’m certain of
it. He’s been there every time I’ve
been there lately, and now this Valen¬
tine !”
• Parke smiled grimly. He was pass¬
ing a window hung full of them, and
he half turned toward it.
“No, I won’t. That was the only
pretty one in town. He’ll send it, and
his name, probably. No, I’ll let it
go.”
And tunelessly whistling, he went
striding round a corner so rapidly as
to all but upset a trim little person in
a long, furry cloak and a big pale
gray hat, from beneath which a fresh¬
ly pretty face looked forth.
“Oh, Mr. Parke!” Miss Christy
Derwent cried, laughing. “Why, you
almost tipped me over! But I’m glad
I met you. You asked me to go
skating, do you remember? And I've
been thinking that tonight would be
perfect, with the full moon and ail.
Yes? you can go? I am glad.”
Parke stopped for her at an early
hour, but not so early but that an¬
other caller was there before him.
He found Mr. Greer standing stiffly
near the parlor table, pretending to
look at a magazine. His left brow
rose a little higher, and his month
THE WILL OF THE PEOPLE IS THE SUPREME LAW.
FORI' GAINES, GA.. FRIDAY. MARCH 15. 1895.
twitched somowhat farther to the
right, with the friendly smile he gave
Parke.
“He looks like a Chinese idoll”
Parke thought, savagely.
But the short response to Mr.
Greer’s pleasant greeting, which was
on his tongue’s end, was suppressed
by the entrance of Christy and her
mother aud “Miss Hattie,” the sweet
faced spinster of uncertain age who
sewed for the Derwents two weeks to¬
gether, sometimes, and whom they
made quite one of tho family.
“Wear your tippet, Christine,”
said her mother, “and don’t stay too
late.”
Christy kissed her mother sweetly,
and Miss Hattie, too.
“Good night, Mr. Greer!” she
said; and Mr. Greer responded pla¬
cidly.
( t He’s not going to be disturbed by
a little thing like this, since lie’s sure
of her,” Parke reflected, as he shoul
dered her skate-bag.
Tho moonlight was wide and splen¬
did.
“Shan’t we walk?” Christy urged.
“It isn’t a mile, and that stuffy old
street-car-- ?> -
“Certainly,” said Parke.
He looked down at her. She wore
a little plush hood, quaintly stylish,
and her face was pink and beautiful
within it.
Other girls, it seemed to Parke,
were too frivolous; Christy had al¬
ways a gentle underlying seriousness
that Parke liked.
“You got your Valentine?” he
asked, abruptly. ‘‘Did you—like it?”
“Oh, so much!” she answered,
quickly; and added, brightly and
shyly: “What do you know about
it?
Oh, I happened to see it I” he an¬
swered, crisply. “The moon is al¬
most blinding!”
“It -was so very pretty,” Christy
said, still with timidity. “I never
saw such a lovely one. Those Cupids
on the pink satin ; and that wreath of
sweet
i « The Dawsons’ new house is up to
the second story,” Parke observed,
vaguely staring at it.
Christy looked up at him. There
was timorous surprise in her eyes,
blue as a violet in May.
“And—and it was so artistic,” she
faltered, “And sweet. I was so
pleased.”
“We’ll have to walk faster than this
if we want any time to skate,” said
Parke.
He had heard all he cared to about
Mr. Greer’s Valentine, and his honest
heart ached. How had it all hap¬
pened? Once he had been sure she
cared for him. And now—Mr. Greer !
He felt dazed. He stalked on fast
and silently.
The bay lay icily sparkling in the
moonlight. The “rink” was a cleared
space near the shore. Beyond it the
snow lay in blue-white expanse. And
the rink was a scene of gaiety.
Scores of light-hearted, nimble
footfed young people were gliding
across and around it, the light from
the great bonfires at either end flick¬
ering on their glowing, laughing
faces.
Christy sat down on an evergreen
wreathed bench, and Parke put her
skates on. He buckled on his own,
and rose to give Christy his hand.
Then he Bat down again, suddenly and
with emphases.
He winked a few times, and passed
his hand over his eyes, without effac¬
ing the sight he could not credit.
Christy followed tho direction of
his gaze.
“Oh!” she said.
And then she hid her face, grown
pink with suppressed laughter, in her
muff.
The couple nearest them—Parke
could with difficulty believe his eyes
—but the couple nearest them was
Mr. Greer ami “Miss Hattie,” Mrs,
Derwent’s attractive, elderly seam¬
stress. And they were skating—that
is, they wore on skates—and Miss
Hattie was keeping her balauco ad¬
mirably, and evon taking short and
timid, but correct strokes.
But Mr. Greer was an unhappy
sight. Ho was clinging to Miss Hat¬
tie desperately-being two inclies
shorter than she—and merely wobbl¬
ing on his short legs.
His hat was at a rakish angle, and
his round, unsymmetrical faco was
flushed with his exertions. But lie
looked happy. A broad smile, which
he tried to keep back, broke bounds
constantly and illumined his counten¬
ance. Ho looked blissful.
“They must have come by the
street-car,” Christy said through her
soft laughter. “Mr. Greer and Miss
Hattie trying to skate ! Oh, if mam¬
ma were here ! But since his engage¬
ment, Mr. Greer a young enough for
anything. He’s rejuvenated.”
“Engagement?” Parke echoed, with
the idiocy of non-comprehension.
“Engagement—yes,” Christy re¬
sponded. “Look at them! How did
he ever persuade her to come? Yes,
they’ve been engaged three weeks and
two days. Miss Hattie told me so..
They used to know each other in
Spruce Falls, where they both used to
live—and like each other, too I And
then Mr. Greer went off West and got
rich, and poor Miss Hattie’s father got
killed in a saw-mill, and she had to
take to sewing, and if she hadn’t
come here and bought the woolen
mill, and Mr. (freer hadn’t come here
so as to get more dressmaking to do
—I mean just the other way, of course
—why, they’d never have met again
and got engaged. Papa is glad, be¬
cause ho is such a friend of Mr.
Greer, and thinks ho ought to get
married. And mamma and I are glad
because we love Miss Hattie. ”
“And I am glad,” said Parke de¬
liberately, though his voice was not
quite steady, “because I love you.
There—forgive me! I needn’t have
blurted it out like that. Tell mo, why
did you go wild over Greer’s Valen¬
tine? And why, in the name of senso
and of Miss Hattie, did he send it to
you?”
“Mr. Greer?” Christy gasped,
tremulous w'ith the sweet surprise
with which his declaration had filled
her. “He didn’t 1”
“But I saw him buying it,” Parke
cried, half laughing, half exasperated.
“I know he bought it, for I was try¬
ing to buy it myself. And you’ve de¬
scribed it exactly—Cupids and sweet
peas and all. ”
i i Oh, John,” Christy murmured,
faintly, gently ignoring the fact that
he had slipped two fingers inside her
muff to touch her hand, “I thought
you sent it! I was so sure! There
wasn’t any name on it; it was directed
to the house. Mr. Greer has done
that before, and it’s absurd. But I
suppose he thinks everybody knows
that everything is from him and for
Miss Hattie. Poor Miss Hattie! For
me to steal her Valentine! She shall
have it as soon as ever we both get
home again. To think of Mr. Greer
sending her a Valentine! How much
in love he must be!” Christy breathed,
softly.
“He is,” said Parke. “It’s the only
reasonable conclusion, isn’t it?” I
was going to send it to you, you know,
only Greer got ahead of me.”
“I have been very foolish, dear
girl,” he murmured. “I don’t know
how I could have believed--”
But with her warm little hand lying
trustfully in his, and her tender eyes
darting timid, happy looks at him,
and his heart beating hard with inex¬
pressible gladness—with the moon¬
light flooding them, and the far and
near sounds of talk and laughter
floating to them—with all this, he
found further words unnecessary.
Waterproof Leather.
All medical authorities agree as to
the importance of keeping the feet
dry. But aside from the use of rub
ber and such materials, nothing has
heretofore been invented that would
fully answer this demamj A new
process of tanning, however, gives
assuranco tlmt this much desired
article has at lust boon made a possi
bility. Raw hides are saturated
with a week solution of bi-ehrornate
of potash, containing sufficient by
drochloric acid to free the chromic
acid. The skins remain in this pro
paration until they are of a bright
yellow color all through . Tho moist
ure is then pressed or drained from
‘hom, when they aro immediately
put into a hyposulphite of soda bath,
containing a little acid, put in to
change the compound to green
chrome oxide. Tho oxidization of
tlio sulphurous acids creates sul¬
phuric acid, resulting in u complete
reduction of chromic acid. At this j
stage tho leather must be dyed any |
desired color, as in its present con
dition it is of a dull green blue tint,
After the dyeing and drying it is
extremely tough and flexible and ah
solutely water and damp proof, so
much so that it will take on no
permanent color, ns the surface is
thoroughly non absorbent, Tho
process is said to be very readily
learned and easily understood. While
it sounds complicated and suggests a
great deal of knowledge of chemistry,
it, is as easily managed as the old
method of tan bark, and is, beside,
as well as a
destroyer of any disease germs that
might by accident bo lodged in tho
skins to be handled.
This is what Electrician Thomas
A. Edison says: “I hoar a great deal
about the chances for a man's suc¬
cess having been greater in the past
than in the present. The very fact
that there is such little competition
after a man has climbed up should
be a groat incentive to advancement.
I will admit that great natural in¬
clination will help a man much, but
that has nothing to do with the dog
god perseverance which is tho key¬
note of success. That, and that only,
has placed me where I am. The
capacity for hard work is what al
ways wins the battle. I do not bo
lieve much in temperament. it
might play a largo part in music,
painting or other kindred arts, but
in the workshop of science a rnan of
tho sanguine, sandy kind comes out
ahead. I think the chances will in¬
crease as tho years go by, the amount
of intelligence increasing by neces¬
sity as industrial processes and ma¬
chinery are constantly growing more
intricate.”
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Tenacity of Life.
It is one of the wonders of everyday
life how long the lower forms of cre¬
ated creatures retain their vitality
under certain conditions. Microbes
of various sorts, that seem dependent
on moisture for existence, have been
dried half a score of times, put away
and kept- dry for a long period, and
have, under favorable conditions, re¬
vived, apparently nono the worse for
their hibernation. They have been
heated to one hundred and fifty de¬
grees Fahrenheit, then kept in a
vacuum for a month. Notwitstand¬
ing all this they revived upon being
placed in a warm, moist atmosphere.
Even snails may he deprived of oxy¬
gen, water, food and heat, but will
merely curl up and go to sleep,
awakening when conditions are favor¬
able. JIow long they will live has
not been decided, but according to
experiments they will survive for
many hours.__ >
Some Australian railways have lady
station masters.
t^r <£> » HE U. 5. Government offi¬
cially reports ROYAL Bak¬
ing Powder superior to all
others in leavening strength.
(Built Un t 3 , Ag'l m-)
It is the best and most economical.
ROYAL BAKING POWDER CO., 106 WALL 8T., NEW -YORK .
ONE DOLLAR PER ANNUM-
NO. 10.
Wood Going Out of Use.
The enormous increase in tho ca
paeity of iron and steel works lias its
justification and warrant in the wide
v «‘«ty of new employments found
for (hose metals as substitutes for
wood. The German Iron Trade asso
eiation lias lately taken the pains to
l )0in1, . out, for the benefit .... of all con
cerned, the many advantages to bo
gained by the resort to steel; and it
would seem that there is barely a
sin S l0 uso loft for w00(l in construct
ive detail, and not much in orna
uientai finish, except in genuine
curving. The modern edifice is
nearest perfection in point of dura
bili ‘y 1111(1 according to the
proportion in which metal has ex
duded wood. It is now proposed
that wood shall be dispensed with en
tiroly in the framework of railway
rolling stock, and this means some
thing when wo remember that there
iiro about two and a half million rail
way vehicles, exclusive of locomo
tivos - 1,1 mines is doing away
with wood, and the use of iron pit
props in Franco has shown that they
1R, cd to bo renewed only half as often
as those of wood. At tho same time
metal has its own special risks, and
it is suggested, for example, that un¬
less carefully insulated a large
building full of steel and iron might
be as susceptible to electrolytic act¬
ion by stray currents eating it, upas
though it were rail forming part of
an electric railway circuit, or gas or
water pipos adjacent thereto. If this
new danger exists its remedy should
ho readily discoverable.
Tim Boston Transcript says that of
tho iff! inhabitants of the little town
of Chilmark,on the island of Martha's
Vineyard, thirty-six, or almost ex¬
actly one-quarter, aro congenitally
doaf and dumb. The town records
show that two of tho original settlors
of the place, away hack in tho seven¬
teenth century, were deaf and dumb,
and the infirmity has thus been trans¬
mitted to our own day. This hered¬
itary influence shows no plan of uui
formity in its workings, deaf and
dumb parents having children in full
possession of all their senses, and
vice versa. This peculiar community,
shut in from the outside world, is,
however, alive to all tiie social and
political Influences of the time, and
does not differ in groat degree from
tho thousand and one secluded vil¬
lages which dot our New England
lulls and shore line. It affords, how¬
ever, ample opportunity for the mi¬
nute investigation of both tho soci¬
ologist and the student of evolution
and physiological heredity.
There is a woman living in the
Sinnamahoning valley, I'u., who
was born an Orr, and by marriage
she has in turn changed her name to
Barnes, Calahan, Kix, Enos, Robin¬
son, Elder and now Bailey. Each of
her six dead husbands had been a
soldier in the late war, and she mar¬
ried the first one in when she
was 17. It is hardly fair to say,
either, that these husbands were ex¬
actly six, for not one of them hud ail
of himself left when he succeeded to
the title of husband to this admirer
of the military. Three of the hus¬
bands had only one leg apiece; one
had only seven fingers, beside being
short a leg; another wooed and won
the widow with one leg and one arm,
and the sixth was minus an eye.
This one died three years ago last
May. Her present husband is not a
veteran of tho war, and has all his
legs, arms, fingers and eyes. Mrs.
Bailey is not yet 49 and is the mother
of twelve children, two each by her
soldier h usbands.
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Trilby is the name jnst given to a
railway station in the sugar swamps of
Louisiana near the gulf coast.