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JOSHUA JONES, PUBLISHER.
VOL. I.
Choose Ye!
The man whose own indomitable will
Caa calmly meet an am foreseen disaster,
And, single-handed, grapple it, until
Triumphantly he crowns himself its master,
Commands our admiration, and presents
“A Maii” superior to his accidents.
While he who yields to sensuous inclinations,
Thus deadening sill his intellectual gifts,
Will sacrifice his noblest aspirations
As down the stream he indolently drifts,
And they who helped him once his burdens
shoulder
Quietly pass him by as they grow older.
The one peers through the clouds with eagle
vision,
And gets aglimpse of life beyond the stars;
The other, with idiotic indecision,
Drifts shamelessly behind sin’s prison bars,
And thus in contrast these two lives are seen,
One grandly noble, one abjectly mean.
Thus man, wo learn from these two illus¬
trations,
Can by the power of character control
The source from which shall come the inspi¬
rations
That shall forever save or damn his souL
It is for us to choose between the two;
What shall the future register for you?
—S. S. Lovett, in New York Sun.
TWO OPAL BINGS.
Charlie Clifton, of the Pangal Cav¬
alry, had bought two opal rings of a
wandering pedler. What did he care
about the superstition regarding the
6tones? His fellow-officer, Allonby,
was only laughed at for warning him
against the purchase.
Clifton rode off with the rings,
while his friend- strolled over to where
the pedler was tying up his pack.
“See here,” he said, “here’s a rupee
for you. Now tell me about tjiose
rihgs. The sahib has bought them,
agd -you can tell me the truth now. ”
“Master promise not to tell the
other sahib, and I will tell him,” re¬
plied tho old man. Allonby gave the
required promise.
“Those jewels very unlucky jewels, ”
began the ancient vendor. “They
making very bad. luck to different peo¬
ples. First sahib who bought them
was Maharajah of Karospoor. The sa"
hib knows what happened to him.
Then Fortescue, sahib at Kotibad,
bought them. That poor gentleman
killed out riding very next day. After,
Rotibad merchant buying those jewels,
and his house burnt down next week.
Then all the people saying: ‘These
very bad jewels,’ and all very much
afraid to buy them. That merchant
wantipg to sell them to me; but I too
afraid to buy. Then another man told
me—those jewels only bad for three
people. You buy and then sell them,
and next purchaser will have good
luck. That’s all, sahib. I tell sahib
whole truth. The sahib who has
bought those jewels will have good
luck, if God wills.”
The old man took his departure and
Allonby continued to muse over his
queer story. “After all,” he thought,
“it may Bimply have been a coinci¬
dence that those three people should
have come to grief. Anyhow, I hope
old Clifton won’t have bad luck.
Meanwhile the subject of Allouby’s
thoughts had reined in in front of a
pretty little bungalow half way up the
Kharpur Hill, where most of the resi¬
dents of the station had their -bunga¬
lows, and where what breeze there was
in the place could be enjoyed by the
jaded plain dwellers. At the sound of
his horse’s hoofs a young girl who had
been reclining at ease on a deck chair
on the veranda hastily rose. Nettie
Vernon was a pretty sight that after,
noon, with her golden hair and the
English roses still in her cheeks. So
thought Clifton, and he thought, too,
what a lucky fellow he was to have
won her.
“Why, Sir Officer,” said the young
lady, with the light of laughter in her
eyes and its dimples in her cheeks,
“what brings you here so early this
afternoon? Have you been promoted?
Are you ordered to the frontier to
fight the Russians, or what? Do tell
THE WILL OF THE PEOPLE IS THE SUPREME LAW.
FORT GAINES, GA., FRIDAY. MAY 24, 1895.
me, and don’t -ohl don’t look so
serious.” The young officer looked
down at the bewitching upturned face,
and then——1
“Did you come all this wny to do
that?” asked Miss Yernou with mock
reproach. “Oh, how foolish and hot¬
headed the young men of the present
day are. Now, when I was young—
olil” The sentence was not finished.
‘‘Look here, Nettie,” said her lover,
■“what do you think of this ring?
That’s what brought me here. Isn’t
it a beautiful opal? And the most
beautiful girl in Paugal shall wear it
if she likes.”
‘•Oh, Charlie, what a dear you are!”
cried the young lady, in dolight, “but
aren’t opals very unlucky?”
“There you go,” said the discom
fitted lover, “you are as bad as
Allonby, who has been croaking on
the subject like Edgar Allen Poe’s
‘Raven.
“I didn’t say they wero unlucky,”
pleaded Miss Vernon; “I only asked
if they weren’t. I am sure, .Charlie
dear, nothing will be unlucky that you
give me,” she added sweetly.
In another moment the ring was on,
and the two lovers, comparing their
jewels, thought them quite ,the nicest
in Kharpur.
A few days later Charlie Clifton was
f driving to the Kharpur station. It
\ was the day of the Sawarbad races.
Sawarbad was some forty miles from
Kharpur, and a large party was going
over. The railway station was a
‘couple of miles from Clifton’s bunga¬
low. He had driven about lial f way
when he discovered, his famous opal
ring was not on his finger. '“Con¬
found it!” he exclaimed; “I must
have taken it off when I washed my
hands. I must have it. I promised
Nettie never to take it off; besides it
might be stolen, I shall have to go
back. ” He turned his horse’s head
and drove rapidly home. Ho found
the ring; and he found also when he
got to the railway station that the train
had gone without him. Poor fellow,
how sick he felt as he walked out of
the station. Nettie must have gone
without him; and he had been looking
forward so much to tho outing. A
dreadful feeling of desolation took
possession of him. It seemed to him
that he was separated forever from his
beloved. He cursed the opal ring
which had been the cause of his mis¬
fortune. Was it really going to bring
him ill luck after all, he wondered? A
sound of wheels approaching made
him look up. Was it possible? He
knew the cart. He knew the driver.
Miss Yernon drove up looking the
prettiest of pictures in a new straw
hat and a most becoming frock. After
all, there is not always such a great
gulf fixed between Paradise and tho
other place!
“We must be quick, Charlie,” cried
the young lady, as she threw down the
reins, “I have run it very fine, I
know. ”
< < Don’t hurry, darling,” was her
lover’s reply, given in a calm and
leisurely maimer—he could afford to
be calm and leisurely now—“the train
has gone without us. ”
“Oh, what a pily!” cried Nettie,
clasping her hands, “but never mind,
dear, we have got each other,” and
she looked at the yonng man in a way
that more than consoled him for all his
disappointment. “And now,” said the
young lady, “I daresay you’d like to
know how it is I am so late. Do you
know, sir, it is really ali your fault?
Yes it was. It’s no good denying it.
It was that opal ring of yours that fell
off—you know it was rather large fey
me. Well, I spent no end of time
looking for it. I thought I Bhould
never find it; but I did, and here it is.
But what on earth mnkes you stare so.
Don’t do it, dear; you look so ugly,
and you are really not such a bad-look¬
ing boy in your normal state. ”
Poor Clifton explained the cause of
his own delay, which ho had been try¬
ing to do for some time, but his fair
lady had not given him a chance.
“Now, doarest,” ho concluded,
“doesn’t it strike yon as very curious
that we should both of us have boon
delayed on account of our opal rings?
I wonder what it means?”
“Yes, I wonder, too,” said Nettie,
nodding her golden head reflectively.
But they both of them knew an
hour or two later, when tho terrible
news of the breaking down of tho
Patharpar bridge under tho train they
would have gone by reached the sta¬
tion. And in the days of grief and
desolation that followed for Kharpur
they found time to wonder why they
two should have been saved. Charlie
and Nettie nro older now, hut they
still wear their opal rings—those rings
which, instead of bringing them ill
luck, saved them from an awful and
sudden death. At least so they regard
tho matter.—The Great. Divide.
A Woman’s Queer Pels.
A young woman residing near Mon¬
roe, La., has a pair of pet wasps,
which are interesting as tji< y.iro unique
hi their way. She has tru u d the ml to
perform a great many wonderful
tricks, and it is marvelous to what de¬
gree of intelligence and agility her
kindly care and patient perseverance
has brought them. As the young lady
is an invalid, she manages to get a
great deal of profitable diversion from
her quoer little pets.
Among other things sho hasltaught
them to drink water from a thimble
and to perform the “skirt dance”, as
she calls it, by fluttering thoir wings
ns thoy rest on the pulm o<f her hand.
They will sing at her bidding, making
a faint almost inaudible cheep, and
seem to be passionately fond of music.
The young lady is a fine musician,
and when she plays on tho piano tho
wasps take up their position on tho
music rack and never budg until tho
performance is over.
The wasps would seem to have a
good deal of vanity, and nothing de¬
lights them mor than to be allowed
to walk about and inspect themselves
on a little hand mirror, which is kept
for their exclusive use. Strange to re¬
late the wasps have never been known
to attempt to sting anybody, although
they have free access to all parts of
the house, and are seldom confined,
even at night.—Philadelphia Times.
Must l)o Something.
“Mamma,” said Jack, “may I go
out and play?”
“No; you must sit still where you
are.”
Pause.
“Ma, can’t I go down in the
kitchen?”
“You may not. I want you to sit
perfectly quiet. ”
Another pause.
“Mammy, mayn’t I sit on the floor
and play marbles?”
“Now, my dear boy, I have told
you twice.that I want you to sit just
where you are and be quiet, and I
mean exactly what I say.”
Third pause.
“Ma — may I— grow?’ ’— Harper’s
Young People.
Another Sort of Plot.
“I want you to give me a sentence,”
said a teacher in a Harlem school tho
other day to her class, “in which you
use the word ‘conspiracy,’ meaning a
Presently one bright-eyed boy
raised his hand, indicating that he i
was ready.
“Repeat your sentence,” said the
teacher.
“My father has a conspiracy in the j
seminary at Woodlawn,” repeated the
young man proudly.—New York
Sohool.
Coal is dearer in South Africa than
in any other part of the world.
A Movable Church.
Ono of tho most unique honsos of
worship ever erected in Iowa, or pos¬
sibly in this country, stands at No.
1448 West avenue, out on West Hill,
Burlington. It is Missionary J. 11.
Crawford’s movable tabernacle, which
was dedicated last Sunday with unique
services. Tho structure is made of
iron and wood on a steel frame. It is
built in soctions 8x9 foot in size, each
section being hinged so as to fold into
a space of 8x4 J feet, Each section is
numbered to aid in fitting the parts
together.
Tho outside of this unique edifice is
of corrugated iron and tho interior is
lined with hard pine. The walls and
sides are erected on a steel frame,
which can itself bo taken apart and
placed in a small compass. The in¬
terior of tho building is lighted by
windows, which (dip into the lining of
the sections while being transported,
to prevent injury to tho glass.
Tho interior of the building is heated
by two stoves so arranged as to take
in all tho piping during transportation.
The building has folding benches,
will seat about GOO people. Every¬
thing used in the erection of the build¬
ing is turned to some good account
Even the derrick on which tho frame
and sides were raised was afterwards
turned into a rostrum for the speaker.
When the building is in pieces, this
derrick forms tho wagon-bod on which
the Sections are loaded for transporta¬
tion.
Mr. Crawford found in his travel
through tho country many places
where tho people wanted services, but
had no hall or room largo enough for
the purpose, and in many cases on
room at all. Tho idea of rimih a build
£
ing as the one heroin described oc¬
curred to-him, and ho was not long in
drawing up the plans and putting them
into execution. Tho building can bo
“knocked down,” packed up, trans¬
ported into another township, and
erected by two men in less than three
days at a cost of less than $12. It is
so arranged that it can bo sot up on
any kind of ground, rolling or level.
—Correspondence of St. Louis Re¬
public.
Tiger Hunting.
“The season for tiger hunting bo
gins in April and lasts until tho mon¬
soon. During this time it is intensely
hot. Water courses fail, springs go
dry, pools evaporate. Then wild beasts
of all kinds leave those remoter tracts
to which they retire at other seasons,
and gather about drinking places in
foot hills and jungly lowlands. In beat¬
ing for a tiger the start is never made
early in the day. This creature, whoso
structure forms an unequalod me¬
chanism for offence, possesses little
endurance in the heat of the sun, sup¬
ports thirst very badly, and soon
breaks down from scorched feet if har¬
ried by day. Therefore, when its lair
is found the sportsmen wait until tho
suu rises high before starting out.
Their hunt is almost certain to be
among those ravines where the tiger
lies up, and not usually until the last
extremity will he break out into the
burning plains. Still tigers jure not
organic machines made to act by in¬
stinct in an invariable manner. Some
will assault at sight, others sulk and
dodge through nalas for a long period
before the beaters and will not attack
until wounded. No human being who
has not seen a tiger fight can conceive
what their charge is like.”—Outing.
Rest.
Collector—This is the twentieth
time I’ve with this bill.
Gilded Youth—Yes, and there are
forty more> just like you> ( ing in
day after day( to worryme a t their
miserable little bills. No woijler I’m
fagged out Guess I’ll take a run over
to Europe to recuperate.—New York
Weekly.
ONE DOLLAR PER ANNUM-
NO. 20.
Retting a Cheap Meal.
Over in the shadows of Smith Fifth
avenue, where the big clumsy truck
horses pause from their pulling and
hauling and gee-haw hacking at noon
time to eat their comfortable* allow¬
ance of oats, you may see on almost
j any clear day women who have brought
! economy to about its tinest degree.
They are Italians of tho lower class.
As noon draws near they come from
the side streets with baskets, brooms
and dustpans, and set to work indus¬
triously sweeping up the oats which
the giant Po'rchons and Clydesdales
spill from their canvas feed-bags
which are strapped over their noses as
a substitute for mangers.
A good deal of dust and dirt comes
up with tho grain, but this does uot
bother these thrifty wives. VP* .
A burly drayman, munching his
noon sandwich on a corner, said,
pointing to one of these women, who
was at work down under tho very feet
of his team: “Look at that! Those
women got grain enough here every
day to keep their families from starv¬
ing, oven if they couldn’t find any¬
thing elso. How they make it into
food is more than I can tell you, but
they do it Now, as spring opens,
they go out in the country and cut
burdock roots, and dandelions and
other stuff, and make meals that their
husbands will do a hard day’s work on.
“Burdock roots? Of course they
eat ’em. They think a nice plump
burdock root is about the beet feed
going. I’ve seen ’em holding a regu¬
lar feast with burdocks and dry bread
and a glass of boor. Now, I was
brought up on a Connecticut farm.
There were burdocks there in plenty,
but if anybody had talked of eating
’em he’d have boon taken up and put
into an assylum. Oh, you can’t down
a race that can do a whole day’s work
on grub like that.—New York Re¬
corder.
Visitors From Space.
At the Royal Institution, L. Fletch¬
er, F. R. S., K.etper of Minerals at
the British Museum, lectured on me¬
teors, fire-balls, shooting stars, acro
lites, etc., says tho Philadelphia Rec¬
ord. He pointed out that many of the
so-called “visitors from space” had
their origin the earth, and that the
true meteoric stone, of which there
are several specimens in the British
Museum, has invriubly a peculiar fused
black crust, and in most cases con¬
tains metallic iron in large quantities.
Now if these stones had been
lying for long on the ground,
the iron viould huve been found
as an oxide or rust. Added
to this we have the known fact that no
stone having this peculiar crust and
containing iron has ever been dis¬
covered on the earth which has not
been reported as a meteorite, and its
fall accompanied by the meteoric
phenomena. Science has now quite
made up its mind that meteorites are
veritable pieces of cosmic matter,
which in their passage through celes¬
tial space have had the misfortune to
enter our atmosphere, and thus be
wholly or partially burnt up by the
enormous heat that their passage en¬
genders. Reports of “fails of meteors”
are common enough, but it appears,
according tq^ Mr. Fletcher, that
there are oB^ about four persons
in the British Isles still living wh*
have really seen a stone arrive from
the celestial regions or “outer space.”
Of the numbere^of “meteors” or bodies
from that region whicB reach the
earth few are seen—they burst above
the clouds, and presumably reach us
as “cosmic dust.”
The pastors’ college in connection
with Spurgeon’s Churoh Las sent out
921 persons into the ra.aistry; twenty
three in the past year. Of this num¬
ber 100 have died, leaving 737 ' ,tU T
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actively working.