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©he dVines Sentinel JOSHUA JONES, PUBLISHER. VOL. I. Three Kisses of Farewell. Three, only three, my darling, Separate, solemn,slow; Not like the swift and joyous ones We used to know When we kissed because we loved each other, Simply to taste love’s sweet, And lavished our kisses as the summer lav¬ ished heat. But as they kiss whose hearts are wrung When hope and fear are spent And nothing is left to give except A sacrament. First of the three, my darling, Is sacred unto pain; We have hurt each other ofteD, We shall again. When we pine because we miss each other, And do not understand How the written words are so much colder Than eye or hand. I kiss thee, dear, for all such pain Which we may give or take; Buried, forgiven before it comes For our love’s sake. The second kiss, my darling, Is full of joy’s sweet thrill; We have blessed each other always; W e alway will. We shall reace until wo feel each other, Past all of time and space; We shall listen till we hear each other In every place. The earth is full of messengers, Which love sends to and fro; I kiss thee, darling all for joy Which we shall know. The last kiss, O, my darling, My love, I cannot sea Through my tears, as I remember What it may be. We may died and never see each other, Die with no time to give Any sign that our hearts are faithful To die, as live. Token of what they will not see Who soe our parting breadth, This one last kiss my darling, seals The kiss of death. —Saxe Holmes. RIDING- TO DEATH. My name is Morgan Grenoble and today I have reached the turning point of my thirtieth year. People say that I look “odd,” with almost snow white hair, and wonder how it came to be thus to one so young. Eight years ago, come the 29th of this very month, I stood at the altar with Laura Comstock. I was a telegraph operator and was stationed at Wayburg, a station twen¬ ty miles from Stockton, and at the terminus of the then D. G. & C. R. railway. Returning from our honeymoon I left my wife in Stockton and proceed¬ ed to Wayburg, intending to remain at my old post until relieved, which I thought would be in a few days, as my offered resignation had been accepted at headquarters. The engineer on the “up” train was Mark Moore, a rather handsome young fellow, who had been my rival for the hand of the woman I called my wife. When the train stopped at More¬ land’s I alighted from the passenger coach and walked forward to the en¬ gine. Mark was busily engaged oiling the machinery. “How are you, Morgan?” he said, as he espied me, and held out his hand. His disappointment seemed to have left him and he was very pleasant. “Going to Wayburg?” he asked. “Yes. ” “Just get in with me, then,” he said. I replied that I would do so, and when the train moved away I was oc¬ cupying a seat in the engine, chatting with the engineer. “One hardly notices the ascent, but the descent is an entirely different thing. I was thinking, Morgan, what a terrible thing it would be if an en¬ gine, with full power on, were to be¬ come unmanageable at the top of the grade and dash away.” I shuddered. “And if a man bent on revenge were to place a fellow creature bound on the engine, what a terrible death he THE WILL OF THE PEOPLE IS THE SUPREME LAW, FORT GAINES. GA., FRIDAY. MAY 17. 1895.. would hasten to, with almost lightning rapidity." “Suppose the engino should en¬ counter the C--passenger?” “Then death would spread his wings over the spot of the collision,’’ I had no desire to pursue tho con¬ versation further, but he persisted in it, ami I was greatly relieved wlieu the train ran into Waybnrg. The following night was dark and tempestuous, and I alone occupied the station, watching tho little machine before me. fiffiat day a new cugine had arrived and Mark Moore had been put in . charge of it. From two o’clock in the afternoon to five I saw him moving about tho en-' gine. Until ten I watched the little ma¬ chine. Then Mark opened tho door and stepped into the small apartment. “Are you receiving a despatch, Morgan?’’ ho asked. “No, Mark; why do you ask?” “Because if you are not I wish you would leave the clicker a bit and come and look at my Red Bird by lantern light. I am going to run down grade to Chalmers, reverse the engine and run back. Tho train will not bo due here for an hour, and I can go to Chalmers and return within twenty minutes. ” We walked into the great temporary shed where the new and beautiful en¬ gine stood, ready to run off at tho command of its master. “I dare not be so long absent from my post at this hour, Mark.” “Pooh, man, there’s no danger. You must go with me.” “But I cannot, Mark.” He put his lantern on the ground and then sprang erect. “You shall, Morg Grenoble!” he cried, and before I could answer him, he dashed me to the earth and jilantcd his knees on my breast. “Not a word out of you, Morg,” he said, fiercely, producing a rope. “I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. You know we were discussing the conse¬ quence attending the rush of a mad¬ dened engine down the grade. I reck¬ on I won’t go to Chalmers, but will send you clear to the bottom of the grade.” “Mark Moore, you are mad,” I said. “Would you murder me in cold blood and others who are coming up on the 11.10 passenger?” “Yes,” he said coldly. I might have resisted, but resistance would have availed me nothing, for I was constitutionally weak while he was a lion. “Now for the ride to death!” he cried, lifting me up and bearing me into the little engine room. Again I pleaded for mercy; but as well might I have pleaded to stone, for he met my prayers with taunts. “What will it profit you, Mark,” I asked, “to wreak your vengeance on me? The hounds of justice will run you to earth, and you will suffer for your crime.” “What care I?” “There!” he said, at last, as he closed the furnace door. “Everything is ready for your ride. You’ll go right through Stockton; but I reckon you won’t have time to stop to speak to loving Laura. Goodby, Morg; write when you get to the foot of the grade.” The engine was moving and he leap¬ ed off “May heaven have mercy on your soul, Mark Moore 1” I shouted after him. The grade between Wayburg and Chalmers was quite steep, and before I reached the little town the speed of the Red Bird and its tender seemed to rival that of the telegraph. The towns, with their glimmering lights, appeared and were gone in a flash. The manner in which I was bound permittod mo to look out of tho win¬ dow. I did so, and Stookton, tho home of my wife, greeted me with its many lights. Ahead, I saw many people waiting for tho 11.10 passenger. The next moment I was carried past them. I saw their astonished faces, and heard a piercing shriek. I recognized tho voice as my wife’s, There was one hope for me—just one. Perhaps the operator at Stockton had telegraphed down the grade, and, thus warned, tho coming train would switch, and save its passengors from death. Looking out, I saw far ahead tho glaring headlight of tho southern train. To me it looked as though it stood ou my track. Evidently tho train had not been warned. Suddenly I heard a man shout, “Stand back 1” and then, crash!—all was dark! “Is ho injured much?” somebody asked. Sympathizing faces bent over ino, and a surgeon was examining iny wounds. The ties stopped the engine,” said the surgeon. “We received a tele¬ from Stockton, informing us that the new engine was rushing down the grade. The southern train was switched off upon its arrival here, and we set to work to pile innumerable ties on tho track, which, thank heaven, chocked your mad career.” “Telegraph to Stocktou,” I said, “to my wife.” It seemed as though every bone in my body was broken, and I cannot tell how I ever survived through tho pros¬ tration that followed. But I did, toffiud my hair rivalling the spotless purity of tho snow, and crow’s feet on my youthful forehead. My rival was never tried, for the third day following his arrest ho was conveyed to an asylum, a hopeless maniac.—Boston Globe. A Canine Boll Lover. Tho latest sensation in Birmingham (England) is the doll snatching dog. The animal is the property of a lady who resides at Small Heath, and some time ago one of her little girls was . very fond of inducing the dog to carry her doll, and the animal acquired quite a passion for relieving the child of her precious chargo. The dog would carry the doll about for hours, and often times take it to his kennel and lie down beside it for the greater part of the day. He never harmed the doll, always gripping its clothes, and not defacing it in the slightest. Up to a certain point its tendencies were pro¬ ductive of unadulterated fun, and so popular did the dog become that the children of tho neighborhood fre¬ quently came to its owner’s houso with the query, “Please, Mrs. —, can your dog come and take my doll for a walk?” But by degrees the animal’s healthy affection for dolls developed into an absolute passion, and now a more unpopular quadruped does not exist in the whole suburb. Not con¬ tent with carrying a doll when re¬ quested to do so, the animal com¬ menced to prowl about the neighbor¬ hood and forcibly deprive stray chil¬ dren of their treasured pets. When¬ ever and wherever he saw a doll in a child’s arms he would stealthily walk up to her, seize the prize and run off with it to bis kennel. On a single day he has been known to bring four cap¬ tures home, and the maternal indigna¬ tion of the neighborhood is something terrible to contemplate.—Birmingham Daily Mail. # , In preparing fiis father’s biography Lord Tennyson will be obliged to read abont 50,000 letters. Lesson From the Far East. In Japan there lives a native scholar and writer than whom no one has dono more toward introducing education and civilization into his country. Ro peatedly lio lias refused both titles and remunerative offices. This man had never sought for wealth, but ho had acquired during a long life of usefulness a modoruto sum for his support in later years— about ten thousand dollars in our money. When tho war with China broke out, ho at once gave this money to his government as his contribution toward tho war expenses, saying that individuals must make sacrilices for tho cause of patriotism. This splendid example of love for tho native land illustrates the intensi¬ ty of the patriotic spirit in Japan. The general absence of this unselfish* ness in China has been one cause of j Jer ,j e f oa t t Office lias been used to satisfy personal greed. Tho govern j meht has been feared and cheated, not loved and strengthened. A Japauese student in this country, talking with an American, said naively, “In Jap\n I was a Christian; hero I do not know what I am. I do not understand your young men. They do not want to do anything for tho country. They want to make money, or get in Congress, or marry rich widows and go to Europe. In Japan every yohng man wants to do some¬ thing for the country.” Devotion to tho general good, ear¬ nestness in advocating what is for tho intorest of all rather than for that of the class or individual, willingness to give one’s own time and trouble to ad¬ vance needed reform—those are qual¬ ities that should bo universal. In them lies tho hope of tho future.—Youth’s Companion. The Misplaced Advertisement. A Norwood Avenue man who is for¬ tunate enough to own the house ho lives in was surprised on going homo to dinner one day last week to Bee a “For Sale” sign conspicuously dis¬ played on the veranda, with the name of a prominent real estate firm us a guarantee of good faith. “I’ll call these fellows down good and hard,” said he to his wife. “They have no business muking a blunder of that kind.” “Oh, papa,” exclaimed his littlo five-year-old girl, who came into the room at that moment, “wo’vo had so much fun today. Wo found a big sign across the street, and we brought it home and put it on our veranda. And it’s a real pretty sign, too, and we’re going to keep it.”—Buffalo (N. Y.) Courier. An Enthusiast. It is common enough to find men ol science making experiments on ani¬ mals, but it is not often that we hoar of a learned professor making experi¬ ments on himself. A French natural¬ ist, Professor Felix Plateau, has been making a series of studies on tho col¬ ors of animals, and he wished to find out whether tho magpie moth was, as has often been affirmed, an instance of “warning color.” In jp> thorough a manner did he carry out his researches that he not only caused other animals to eat the caterpillars, but ate them himself, “after some naturul hesita¬ tion. ” The flavor, wo are glad to say, proved to be pleasant, and no evil con¬ sequences followed from his strange meal.—Westminster Gazette. Sure He Could Afford It. Sweet Girl—Papa says you cun’t af¬ ford to marry. Ardent Youth—Nonsense ; I can get a preacher to perform the ceremony for $2. Sweet Girl—Can you? How foolish pajia is?—New York Weekly. Ezra Beaman Newton of Harvard, Mass., the oldest Shaker in the coun¬ try, is 100 years old. • ONE DOLLAR PEN ANNUM- NO. 19. Manufacture of Eyelets. • An interesting business is that of making tho little eyelets so necessary . io lacing shoes. To one who does not understand their manufacture, tho la hor making them is .complicated, A. certain firm does not make those which turn yellow and brassy with age, their specialty is to make tho so called “fast-color” eyelets which does hot wear yellow nor old ago make i brassy.• This is accomplished by n patent prpooss by which tho eyelets ,i re coverod with a preparation of cel luloid which never wears oil, and the Ib'in have also patented a process by I which hooks over the upper holes aro made so as not to cut tho strings. This celluloid preparation is not ex¬ pensive, adding only 21 fonts to the cost of a pair of shoes. Tho plaut was started in a modest way nearly two years ago in tho’base¬ ment of the building. Tho basement of tho building is used to make the eyelets, and they turn them out by the millions during tho year. In the next floor aro the skilled machinists, who are engaged in cuttiug the div j s which cut out tho eyelets from the copper. These aro cut and counter¬ sunk to a great degree of nicety. In another room there are the dozen or more young women who patiently and with great caro pick over and sort tho littlo oyelots and throw out all imper¬ fect ones. This requires bright eyes and more patience than tho average mortal possesses, ns the eyelets are’as¬ sorted one by one and the slightest imperfection in any one of them con¬ demns it. Tho eyelets are made in several col¬ ors, black for tho most sedate go-to meeting shoos and brown to match tho gaudy russet.—Springfield Repub¬ lican. The Vanilla Plant. Tho vanilla bean, says Dr. F. H. Kuowlton in Popular Science News, lias no connection with tho bean fam¬ ily, but is tho product of a sweet scented, climbing orchid, vanilla plan ifolia, a native of Mexico and tropical America. It climbs over trees and shrubs, while retaining connection with the soil, has a thick, fleshy stem and leaves, and a short spiko of green¬ ish-white, sweet-smelling flowers. It is propagated by cuttings set in a well drained and prepared soil, eighteen, inches deep composed of rich loam, sand and leaf mould in equal parts. The flowers are fertilized by a pecu¬ liarly constructed moth which visits the flower for the nectar, it being im¬ possible for the pollen to reach the stigma without aid. When the plant was first introduced into tho West and East Indies, although growing vigor¬ ously no pods were produced, this moth being absent, and artificial pol leftation was resorted to with success. The vanilla plant flowers the second year, and matures the third or fourth. The pods reach full size in a month,^ but requiro six months to ripen. In curing, they are allowed to ferment slightly, exposed to the sun between woollen blankets and kept in tight tin boxes at night sometimes pressed with oily fingers, and d»ied again in the sun. The process varies in different countries, but when completed—in two or three months—the pods are of a rich chocolate color, dry and pliable. In bundles of fifty they are packed in air-tight tin boxes. The essence is ex¬ tracted by prolonged soaking in alco¬ hol—a half-pound of pod.s a gallon of sixty per cent alcohol. New York, London Rnd Baris are the vanilla mar¬ kets of the world. How They Love Each Other. Maude—Ethel, how cau I stop Tom’s infatuation for me? Ethel—You might marry him. The present area of Chicago is with¬ in a few square yards of 187 1-2 square miles.