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®he jfort ©nines Sentinel 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.” _ _ 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. _ Trilby is the name jnst given to a railway station in the sugar swamps of Louisiana near the gulf coast.