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®he # mm Sentinel $ JOSHUA JONES, PUBLISHER. VOL. I. A Bit of Bloom. From alien suns this fair white lily drew Its stainless light, its wondrous snowy bloom; Its fragrance, pure and sweet as morning dew, Diffusing priceless odors in my room. On desert’s rim Its lifted earven boll Stirred to the evening zephyr’s faintest sigh; And far away, on distant shores, the swell Of ocean broke beneath tliq starlit sky. Borne o’er the waste and o’er the wave to me, The lily woke to sweet surprise of life; And dear and beautiful its hour shall be, With meed of praise and raptured sunshine rife. Old as the bud that bloomed in Eden’s day. New as the birdling iu a love-lined nest, This gentle stranger smiles upon our way, Tho dearest dear of flowers, our winter guest. —Harper’s Bazar. DARRELL’S SACRIFICE. It was at Mrs. Barrow Carew’s bril¬ liant dance the girls first heard of it, and as fur-trimmed mantles were cast aside in the dressing room the follow¬ ing carping conversation was imme¬ diately begun by two of her “dearest friends.” “Well, I do hope that Papa and Mamma St. Claire are satisfied with their manoeuvring, for good ness knows they have simptly trapped Sir Vernon Harrington into marrying Genevieve, ” said a tall, stylish damsel, applying a little powder deftly tinder her chin, with an injured feeling against all hu¬ manity in general, especially an inno¬ cent, golden-haired little maiden who had, all unconsciously, won the match par excellence of the season. “Manoeuvring, Bella, did you say?” queried a small brunette, retreating slowly from the pier glass with a swift and satisfied glance over her white shoulder at the dainty white-satin clad figure reflected therein. “That is a mild way of putting the affair, for I call it nothing less than pure, un¬ adulterated brass. To think of those • poverty-stricken objects seizing upon that poor young fellow and making matters so terribly pronounced that a breach of promise suit would be his only release from their talons.” “Oh, of course I know,” rejoined the charitable Bella, “that she was only waiting to snatch the chance at the least sign of attention on his part, and in the meantime the little simple¬ ton would have given the world, 1 fancy, to get handsome Darrell King¬ don, though managing Mamma Bt. Claire, I presume, would not let her look at him, for, you know, he made ducks and drakes of his father’s im¬ mense fortune. So Darrell is out of the question, for Vieve’s marriage with the baronet is the only means of sav¬ ing them from total ruin.” “Indeed! Well, I am not in the least surprised. They have strained every point to keep up with Mrs. Bt. Claire’s fashionable sister, Mrs. Carew, and she has’ helped the campaign along with tho skill of an old veteran. ” So saying, the friends left to enter the ballroom. They greeted Gene¬ vieve in the most rapturous manner, congratulating the baronet, who stood beside her, with a warmth they did not feel. Vieve received their effusive atten¬ tions with a bright and grateful look in her lovely gray eyes, too young and inexperienced yet to realize how much envy and malice lay hidden beneath their sweet smiles and honeyed speeches. * But the man by her side saw plainly through their masks of pretended friendship, and in answer to Vieve’s gentle “Don’t you think they are very kind, Vernon?” said hurriedly, not wishing to destroy her innocent faith in the world: “I think they intend to be, darling.” She was just on the point of asking hie meaning, when her partner ap¬ peared and asked for his waltz, and THE WILL OF THE PEOPLE IS THE SUPREME LAW. FORT GAINES, GA., FRIDAY, APRIL T Genevieve went smilingly away, leav¬ ing Sir Vernon gazing after her slen¬ der young figure with a wealth of lovo in his usually cold blue eyes. Ho know perfectly well that Viove was not iu lovo with him, nml though tho knowledge sometimes marred his hap¬ piness he loved her too well to relin¬ quish his claim upon her. And when a few months previous ho had asked her to become his wife ho could not help admire the girl’s truthfulness when sho answered, with tears in her lovely gray eyes: “I cannot bo your wife, Sir Vernon, for, though I ad¬ mire and respect you, still I do not love you.” But he had at last overcome her scruples. “I would rather have your respect and admiration, Vieve, than tho lovo of any other woman I liavo ever met,” he had said. “Indeed, you aro the only one who has ever touched my heart. ” Aud, though Vieve’s “dear girl friends” considered him something bordering on a martyr, Sir Vernon regarded the matter in an entirely dif¬ ferent light. He was aroused from his reverie by the laughing words, “How many thousand miles away are your thoughts, old fellow,” and the clasp of a shapely brown hand as Darrell Kingdon paused beside him. “Not but a few steps from here, Dal,” he said, returning his friend’s greeting warmly. “I am watching Vieve and wondering what that dear little innocent has done to so com pletely bewitch me out of my senses. I tell you, Dal, she will make an ideal Lady Harrington, and if I were to lose her it would make a complete wreck of my life.” “You are awfully fond of her, aren’t you, Vernon?” remarked his friend quietly. “You know I always prophe¬ sied that no woman in tho world would ever win your love, and I was right, for, though Miss St. Clairo is high bred and a beauty, she is as innocent as a cherub in long clothes, and I hope to heaven she will always remain so,” added Darrell earnestly. It was at this point in their con¬ versation that Sir Vernon was called away by a message from his hostess, and his friend sauntered out upon the terrace to enjoy the comforts of an undisturbed smoke and a few moments’ quiet thought. Darrell Kingdon was a handsome man, nearing thirty, with a superb figure and a wealth of crisp, dark curls, with eyes of vivid blue, the dauntless and restless expression of which served only as an addition to his unusually striking face. He had squandered two fortunes abroad and had led a rather wild and roving life; had broken many a trusting heart, re¬ turning at last to New York, at his mother’s sudden death, to meet his fate in golden-haired Vieve, only to find to his utter despair, that another had gained the prize he coveted. “Well, it is my luck exactly, and a just and bitter punishment for my careless disregard of sacred vows and fond hopes. But if Vieve loved me and was free” (and unconsciously a soft expression dawned on his sombre eyes), “and had I my squandered for¬ tune, I Would yet be but a sorry sub¬ ject for such a sweet little ruler. But she is safe,” he added, with a mirth¬ less laugh. “Had it been any one else but Harrington, however, I should let no obstacle prevent me from trying to win her.” “I shall leave tomorrow morning and accept the position out West which I declined yesterday. Thus shall I leave my temptation behind me and do right—for the first time in my selfish life. ” So saying he strode toward Gene¬ vieve, who stood alone by the terrace rail, gazing at the silvery moon with a disappointed look in her usually radiant gray eyes. If Darrell could only have seen tho tender heart hid¬ den beneath Yiove’s white dress I am afraid the good resolutions just formed would never have materialized, for, unluckily, she was in love with tho wrong man and had tried in vain to tell Sir Vernon, who only laughed, adding gaily: -. Why, Viovo, if you forgot your evening prayers I.suppose you would consider it necessary to in¬ form me.” “I have striven to do my duty,” mused Vieve, “and though I do not love Vernon I shall always bo true to him, for ho cares for me and that is moro than I can say for the man on whom I am secretly wasting my affec¬ tions.” At tho thought a hot blush came over the fair face and a proud look entered the lovely eyes. Little did she dream of the sacrifice Darrell was making for her sake. And now, as he paused beside her, tho sight of her innocent beauty almost maddened him, and for a moment ho was tempted to throw friendship to the winds and yield to tho imqulse of taking Vievo in his arms and telling her all. But after a short, fierce battle with his better self he was able to say quietly “Good evening, Miss St. Claire. I am glad to find you alone for u moment, as I am anxious to bid you farewell and thank you for tho many pleasant hours spent in your company. I leave you for tho West tomorrow, to begin at the bottom rung of tlio great lad¬ der of life, and may never have the happiness of seeing you again.” “Tomorrow, Mr. Kingdon? How sorry I am,” and in spite of herself she could not control tho quaver in her voice. Darrell’s misery was too great to notice her agitation, however, and, finding his self-control was deserting him, he said, hurriedly, his voice low and tender: “Good-by, Viovo, darling; some¬ times in tho years to como think of me, and remember that I successfully resisted the greatest temptation of my whole life this evening.” He was gone before she could an¬ swer him, and the next day ho was on., his way out West to try and do right for another’s sweet sake. Darrell had but one remimder of the only woman he had ever really loved. It was a tiny pearl ring that sho had once dropped at a dance as she stood con¬ versing with him, and Darrell had, after her departure, appropriated it, and ever afterwards worn it over his heart. Vievo had been Lady Harrington three years before any news ever reached her of Darrell Kingdon. It was a brilliant moonlight evening. She was upon the terrace of hor lovely English home when her husband cfene hurriedly out of his library, his fate white and excited. “Vieve,” he said sadly, “you re¬ member my old friend, Darrell King¬ don? I have just received news that he was shot and instantly killed while attempting to save another man’s life. Poor old fellow; rather a hard recom¬ pense for his bravery.” Though Vieve had learned to lovo Sir Vernon, it was not in the way she had cared for handsome Darrell, and for a moment her heart stood still with grief at the thought of tho bravo ; young fellow’s sad ending. “Why, Vieve,” said Sir Vernon, as j he saw her sweet face turn such a deathly color, “I did not know you j cared so much for poor ‘Dal.’ It pleases me to think you were fond of ; my old friend. But come, darling, the night has grown quite chilly and | our nerves arc unstrung.” . “Yes, Vernon, you are right; it is | cold;” and they left the terrace quite ! deserted, with onlv the amber moon ! for company-the same moon which | ! shining brightly upon Darrell’s grave in the far West.—Chi¬ ' Post. Wealth of The World. Tho reported valuation of all prop erty iu tho United States by the cen¬ sus of 1890 was $65,037,091, 197, or $1,036 per capita for tho entire popu¬ lation. This enumeration, however, dealt with property located in the Unit¬ ed States, and did not go into the question whore it is owned. If tho estimate of llobort Giffeii is correct, that $5,000,000,000 iu foreign capital was invested in this country in 1890, probably an oven larger amount is so invested at tho present time. Deduc¬ tion should also bo mado for tho higL value put upon waste public lands in tho census, with the net results that tho per capita valuation of tho United States would bo reduced to about $950, of $4,750 for a family of live. Estimates mado by careful economists, who como pretty near agreement among themselves, put tho valuation of Groat Britain about nine years ago at $50,000,000,000, and that oi Franco at $40,000,000,000. This would afford a per capita valuation of $1,338 for Groat Britain and $1,081 for France, making tho valuation for a family of live $6,690 in Great Britain and $5,405 iu France. The iiguros of Franco aro placed somewhat higher by some others, and tho total in both countries includes careful estimates ol tho largo holdings of foreign secu¬ rities, soino of them covering prop¬ erty located in tho United States. The groat holdings of foreign secu¬ rities, estimated to amount in Great Britain to about $8,000,000,000, ex¬ plain to a largo extent tho adverse balance of foreign trade constantly shown by the British statistics. Great Britain would long ugo liavo been de¬ nuded of her gold and become bank¬ rupt if tho excess of imports over ex¬ ports shown by her trade statistics were n true moasiiro of her financial condi¬ tion. Tho fact that about 400,000,000 is duo her annually in interest charges upon British capital placed abroad, explains how she can afford to import several hundred million pounds ster¬ ling of foreign merchandise which she exports. Franco is estimated to hold $4,000,000,000 of foreign securities, largely Italian and Spanish, and she also has been able to show a large bal¬ ance of merchandise over exports dur¬ ing the past decade, while piling up in the vaults of tho Bank of Franco and distributing through her mone¬ tary circulation a larger mass of coin than any other commercial country.— United States Investor. Some Wonderful (Hauls of Old. There are hardly any truthful rec¬ ords of the giants ot the past, though literature is full of wondrous titles. about them. A French academician, M. Henrion.onco estimated the height of Adam to be 123 feet, and that of Eve 118, proportions that must have ap¬ peared most formidable to the serpent and made the proposition for apples seem a somewhat trivial thing. The same authority brings Abraham down to 28 feet, and makes Moses only 13.’ Goliath’s recorded height is, however, only nine feet nine inches, which is within the bounds of possibility. Pliny speaks of seeing a giantess 10 feet two inches in height, and a skeleton 72 feet long. There are weird stories of the Emperor Maxi¬ milian, who was reputed to be nine feqt high and to have eaten 40 pounds of meat a day.—Scribner. Scantily Settled Counties. It is no exaggeration to say that there are counties in the West and Bouth that cl ° not have aH m,my inhab * Hants as an ordinary New England village. Cook County, Minn., had loHS tban one hundred “habitants in 1890 > bllt ^ wa3 P°P nloUS compared with Yoakum Count * Texas ’ 111 wL,c5i there dwelt but four pe0pl °’ preSU,n - ably the sheriff and his family. —Bos ton Transcript ONE DOLLAR PER ANNUM- no. i;l A YOUNG GIRL’S TRIALS. NKKVOITK TKOI'RI.KH KND IN ST. VITUS' DANCE. I’liy.lcluns Covrerliw.—Tlio Story Tolil fcy the Chilil'ii Mother. (From the Reporter, Homer net, Ky.) A.rtionK the foot hills of the Cumberland Mountain*, near tho town of Flat Rook, la tho happy home of James Mo-PherroK. Four months affo the daughter of the family, a happy girl of sixteen, was stricken with 8t. Vitus’ dance. Tho lending physicians were consulted, but without avail. She grew pale aud thin under the terrible nervous strain and was fast losing her mental powers. In fact the thought of placing her In an asylum was seriously considered. Her case has been 90 widely takod about that the report ef her cure was like modernizing a miracle of old. To a reporter who visited tho home tho mother said: “Yes, the reports of my daughter’ssieknees and cure are true as you hear (hem. Her af¬ fliction grew Into Bt. Vitus’dance from on aggravated form of weak ness and nervou* trouble peculiar to her sex. Every source of help was followed to the end, but It seemed that physicians and medicine were power¬ less. Day by day she grew worse until w« despaired of her life. At times she almost wont into convulsions. Hhe got ho that w» had to watch hor to keep her from wandsr lag away, aud you can imagine the enre she was. “About this time, when our misery was greatest and all hope had fled, 1 read of another case, almost similar, that bud been ourod by a modioine known as Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills. Almost In desperation I secured some of the pills aud from that day on the wonderful work of restoration commenced; the nervousness loft, her cheeks grew bright with the color of health, she gained flesh and grew strong both mentally and physically until to-day she is the very picture of good health and happiness. “It Is no wonder that I speak in glowing tetms of Pink Pills to every ailing person 1 meet. They saved my daughter’s life and I am grateful.” Tho foregoing is but one of many wonder | ful cures that have been credited to Dr. Wlll i lams’ Pink Pills for Pale People. In many cases the reported cures have been investi¬ gated by the leading newspapers and veri¬ fied in every possible manner. Their fame has spread to the far ends of civilization and there is hardly a drug store In this country or abroad where they cannot be found. Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for Pale People are now builder given to the public as an unfailing blood and nerve restorer, curing all forms of weakness arising from a watery condition of the blood or shattered nervee. The pills are sold by all dealers, or will he scut jiost paid on receipt of price they (50 cents a box, or six boxes for $2A0 are never sold In bulk or by tho 100) Company, by addressing Dr. Williams’ Modioine Schenec¬ tady, N. Y. A It. ol I*, on ( nrsickncw. "Many people complain that the hb.h them speed of some of our railroad trains makes as si' k ns though they were at sea,” -aid a trav¬ eling man the other day. “1 don’t know how thatmav If, hut I know 1 was on a train last August that made a record foi^the Bomb and 1 did not even realize that we were moving faster than usual- It was a run from Jack¬ sonville to Washington on the Plant and At¬ lantic coast line systems, by a sped 1 1 Knights nt Pythias train, and wo did the 778 miles in 880 minutes, and, as I said before, we hardly i knew we were making such time. It n’t pace that rnak.es people sick, it’s bad tracks Mini poor rolling stock. Make on* sick indeed! Why, traveling as that, on the Plant sys¬ tem is luxury, sir, positive luxury.'”--The Press, New York, Jan . 18,1895. J>pnfnc«m Cannot bo Cured by local applications, as they cannot reach the diseased port ion of t he ea r. There is only one way to cure Deafness, and that is by constitu¬ tional remedies. Deafness Is caused by an in¬ flamed condition of the mucous lining of tho Eustachian Tube. When this tube gets in¬ flamed you have a rumbling sound or imper¬ fect hearing, and when it is entirely closed Deafness is the result, and unless the In flam mat ion can be taken out and this tube re¬ stored to its normal condition, hearing will bo destroyed forever; nine cases out ten are caused by catarrh, which is nothing surfaces. but an. in¬ flamed condition of the mucous We will give One Hundred Dollars for any case of Deafness (caused by catarrh) that, can¬ not he cured by Hall’s Catarrh Cure. Send for circulars, free. Toledo, _ , . O. „ F. J. CrtEf.’EY & Co., SiT.Sold by Druggists, 70c. <11COK<<IA BAPTIST CONVENTION, WAYCROSS, GA. Double Dally Through Trains Atlanta »• Wayeross, via Central Itailiouii of t.eorgin. The Central Railroad of (H-orgia will seD' tickets account Georgia Baptist Converitto/ Wayeross. certificate «»., April plan. 9th-15t The u, at double tar- amp <1/ th r'l on / schedules of this line wiih Pullman -lent o: cars through without change, make it flic quickest r.ml most direct route to and from the convention. See that your tickets real over the Centra Railroad, avoiding any change of cars. Positively the on y lino with double daily through trains. L ave Atlanta 7:30 a. in., 6:55 p. in.: arrive Waver ss 5:00 p. m 4-40 a. in. R'-tuniin ' leave Wavcross 10:35 a. m., ‘J:~J p. m.; arrive Atlanta 8:05 p. m.. 7:45 a. rn. For detailed information, sleeping ear re-ervatlons, etc., apply 8. B. Webb. F J. Robinson, T. P. C. V. & T. A. A. 16 Wail street, Atlanta, Ga. Notice. I want o'/cry man and woman in the United Btat'.-s inp .'e-ted in the Opium and Whi xy habits if have my l ook on the*# diseas s Add and ontf res/ >■ >11 M. be Woolley. «ent you Atlanta, free. Ga., Box 3*L a At a recent artistic carnival held at Vienna the toilets of the 120 ladies who formed the cortege rep¬ resented a value of $250,000, the value of the .-diamonds worn being rrom $300, 000 to $2,500,000. People with artificial liberality manifest themselves at the end of life.