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i MMB ♦ entitle! 4 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 . actively working.