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<3 i «t nines Sentinel
JOSHUA JONES, PUBLISHER.
VOL. I.
Coining Home,
Love is coming home to rest;
There were roses on his breast;
But came winter after May
Bore the roses all away.
But Love’s breast is crimson-stained—
All the cruel thorns remained!
Love is coming home to rest—
Home is sweetest, homo is best!
Pallid are his lips with sighs—
There are teardrops in his eyes.
Joy and grief alike are o’er—
Let him sleep and weep no more!
F. L. Stanton in the Atlanta Constitution.
THE SUPREME TEST.
A STORY OF THE LATE NAPOLEON.
The tide of Napoleonio literature is
ctill rising. Here is the latest: On
October 5, 1799, a little before sunset
on the top of one of the hills near
Ajaccio, three men with a military ap¬
pearance and wearing long overcoats
stood looking out upon tho sea.
Although the weather was magnificent,
not even a fishing boat was in sight;
tho gulf was deserted. At the foot of
the mountain a portion of the town
appeared, and the port, in which four
big ships were at anchor. This was the
■” squadron which on August 23 left
Alexandria to bring General Bonaparte
back to France.
The three observers, says Figaro,
were Bonaparte himself, his chief of
staff, Berthier, and Admiral Gant’nea
ume.
“There is no possible doubt about
it,”said the admiral,holding bis glass;
“there goes an English war shiji, and
further in the distance I notic<A~two
others.”
“Do you suppose that the English
have received any information?” sug¬
gested Betthier.
“No,” said .Bonaparte : “these ships
are putting to sea without paying any
attention to Corsica. ”
“As a matter of fact,, said Ganthea
nme, “their course is nor’-nor’-west,
and they are moving slowly, with very
little wind. General, we shall be obliged
to put off our departure for twenty
four hours.”
“That is impossible, admiral. We
must leave this
“General, excuse me for insisting,
but if as everything seems to indicate,
the English fleet is there, we would
obliged to pass through its line, and
it would be very difficult for us to
so without being perceived. On a clear
night like this the chances are all
against us.”
“Admiral,” said Bonaporte, slowly,
“in the East a man becomes a fatalist.
Now I believe firmly that destiny is
on my side. ”
At this moment one of the sailors
that escorted the three chiefs came up.
He reported a singular discovery. On
the crest of the mountain the men
found a mass of cut shrubberry, evi¬
dently intended to make a bonfire.
This, in all probability, was intended
to bo a signal that night.
As the sailor finished his report two
gun shots were heard, and shortly
afterward two sailors brought a strug¬
gling man before the chiefs. Two in¬
dividuals aimed with guns wore found
in ambush behind the rock near the
path. When hailed they took to flight.
On being pursued they fired. One was
captured, and the sailors were still
pursuing the other.
The prisoner was a young man about
20 years old. He wore a brown cap
and a hood. His dark face wore a sav¬
age expression. His hard eyes sus¬
tained the haughtily and piercing
glance of Bonaparte.
Gantheaume questioned him: “What
were you doing there, hiding near the
road and armed with guns?”
“We were watching for a wild boar. ”
“Why did you not answer when you
were hailed? Why did yon run away,
and why did you fire upon French
sailors?”
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“Wo are mountainers and we arc
not acquainted with uniforms. We
belioved that wo w'ero attacked, and
naturally wo defended ourselves.”
“You are spies in the employment
of England,” said Bonaparte. You
wero preparing a sigual for tho Eng
ish cruisers, but, on seeing us, another
idea came into your heads; you thought
you had a good chance to assassinate
General Bonaparto and you put your¬
selves in ambush so that you might
fire on me as I passed by. But it seems
to me that I know you. What is your
name?”
Another report was beard, and voi¬
ces cried out: “He is dead!”
An expression of snvago despair
contracted the features of the ju’isonor
and his eyelids became red.
“You are a Valturio,” continued
Bonaparte; one of tho bitterest ene¬
mies of my family. Yes I have
seen you before; jmix are Giovanni
Valturio. ”
“No,’’said tho prisoner, in a honrso
voice. “Giovanni is tho man whom
your hirelings have just assassinated.
I am tho brother, Gisseppe, tho last
of the Valturios.”
“You hate mo pretty hard, don’t
you?” said Bonaparte.
( ( If I had three souls I would sell
them with delight to the devil for the
chance of a singlo shot at you.”
Bonaparte looked at him for a few
seconds in silence.
“Are you a good shot?”
“At 500 yards I can drop an eagle.
Do with me what I would like to do
with you. ”
“Bring him over to yonder bush,”
sjisJ Bonaparte to one of the sailors,
“and count your steps as you advance.”
The sailor placed himself at the foot
of the bush with the prisoner, after
having counted fifty paces.
“Give him his gun,’’said Bonaparte.
The sailor, almost stupiiied, looked
at the general, hesitated, but at last
obeyed. Bonaparte then said to the
bandit: “Take good aim!”
Without loosing i second over his
surprise Giuseppe pointed his gun.
The scene was so rapid and so ex¬
traordinary that the two companions
of the general were unable to inter¬
fere. They remained there as if they
were paralyzed until the shot was fired.
With his back against the trunk of
an oak and his hands behind his back,
Bonaparte never budged. A few
pieces of bark fell over his clothes.
The ball lodged in the trunk a few
inches over his left shoulder.
Giuseppe, almost weeping with rage,
threw his gun into tho bushes.
“Let thut man go!”said Bonaparte.
Before disappearing the Corsican
shouted:
“You may reign, but I will never
be your subject!”
That same night the French fleet
left Ajaccio. On October 9 it reached
Frejus and one month after Bonaparte
celebrated his eighteenth Brumuire.
Giuseppe Valturio kept his word.
He left Corsica and established him¬
self in Tunis, where he became a Mus¬
sulman. His grand-son, by whom
this singular episode is related, lived
at Tabarea at the time of the occupa¬
tion.
Division of the Sexes.
The males in the United States at the
last census numbered 32,067,880, and
the females 30,554,370. This is a :
larger proportion of males than in i
1850 or in 1860. The facts show, it is j
said, a tendency to an increase in the
proportion of males, which has ex
ceedcd that of females certainly dur
ing the last forty years, although the
tendency received a setback during
the civil war, from which it is now re¬
covering. A table shows that in Eu¬
rope, while the numbers of the two
sexes are nearly equal, the females are
in excess, the proportion ranging
from 50-58 in the Netherlands to 51.46
in the United Kingdom a*d 52.10 in
Norway. In our country tho percent¬
age of females at tho last census was
48.79, and that of males 51.21, tho
exeess of tho latter being ascribed to
immigration. No doubt emigration
accounts also, for some of the figures
in European countries; yet in Spain,
where there is comparatively little of
it, we find but 49.04 males to 50.96
females, and in Austria, where there
is not excessive emigration, 48.91 to
51.09.
Of course, the difference between
our own States in this matter is great.
The factories on tho Atlantic border
attract great numbers of female oper¬
atives, while tho outdoor occupations
of the West draw many males. In
Montana there are two males to ono
female, and nearly as great a ratio in
Wyoming. On the other hand, in
New Hampshire, Massachusetts, Rhode
Island, Connecticut, New York, New
Jersey, Maryland, Virginia, and both
Caroliuns, females are in excess, al¬
though this excess is not groat. In
the District of Columbia they consti¬
tute 52.44 per cent, and in Massachu¬
setts, which stands next, 51.42.—New
York Sun.
Smallest Book in the World.
Tho smallest book in tlio world is
believed to be a Dutch one. It is en¬
titled “Bloom Hoi'je,” or, “Tho
Court of Flowers,” and was printed in
1647. The printed page covers a space
ten millimeters by six in area. Ten
millimeters are about equal to half an
inch. Tho entire page, including tho
margin, is seventeen millimeters by
eight. There uro forty-nine pages.
The book is elegantly bound in old
calf, and has a decorated gilt back and
gilLedges. It is illustrated by ex.
ceedingly well printed plates, and is
closed by a gold filigree clasp of ex¬
quisite workmanship.
This dwarf volume is in tho library
of Mr. Georges Salomon, of Baris, who
is reported to have the largest collec¬
tion of small books in the world. The
“Bloom Hofje” would only cover a
fourth of the area of a 2-cent postage
stamp, whereas many of the other vol¬
umes in the collection are fully as
large as such a stamp.
At various periods in the past there
has been a fashion for printing these
books. It has died out now, uud it is
doubtful whether there are any print¬
ers capable of equaling tho efforts of
the past generations in this respect.
Marvelous skill and care must have
been required in the printing, bind¬
ing and engraving of these minute
books.
Phosphorescent Lighting.
The subjectof phosphorescent light¬
ing—one that will afford illumination
direct without the wasteful accompan
iment of heat,and which will approach
in efficiency that of the glow worm—
has recently received an added inter
est by the success of the experiments
made in this direction by D. McFar
lnn Moore. The lino which Mr.
Moore has marked out for himself,ac
cording to the Electrical Engineer,
contemplates the introduction ofphos- !
phorescing glow lamps on continuous ;
or alternating current circuits of or- I
dinary potential, with the addition of j
but the simplest auxiliary apparatus. 1
The Engineer further states that Mr. !
Moore Moore has has succeeded succeeded in in producing producing | i
light effects in a way which it is to be |
hoped will be prosecuted to successful i
issue at an application, early date. The exigencies |
of tent now pending, j
^ • ot permit of giving the details
q£ tfae raetho(ls employed by Mr . |
Moore for the present, !
Xot Mathematical, but Right.
“Suppose now,” said the teacher,
“I should give two boys an apple and
tell yon to cut it in two, how much
would you get, Tommy?”
“None,” replied the youth, “lessen
you helt Jim till I eat it up!”—At*
lanta Constitution.
Brooding the Buffalo.
Charlie Allnrd of Ravilli, Montana,
possesses the proud distinction of be
j ing one of the owners of tho largest
i herd of buffalo in existence, and is
I .mo of the few frontiersmen who dur
j ing tho early ’70’s had foresight
enough to peroeivo that at some day
j this noble animal would bccomo ex
tinct, and bad the courage to attempt
to stem the tide of the slaughter.
In a recent conversation with somo
friends Mr. Allard told of how he had
engaged in tho novel business of buf¬
falo farming, and his story is given
in the Washington News:
“It was about 1870 that I conceived
tho idea of keeping a herd of buffalo,”
he said, “for at the rate thoy wero be¬
ing killed then I know that some day
thoy would become scarce and valua¬
ble. I captured four or five calves
and kept them with our herd, but dur¬
ing tho hard winter bay became scarce
and I was compelled to turn them
loose. Then I was never able to start
out for myself, because every time I
wanted to quit the boss raised my
salary, and thus persuaded me to keep
on cow-punching. When 1 finally
gavo it up ho was paying me $209 a
month. Then I came to Flathead val¬
ley. I bought from the Indians a low
head of buffalo which they had there
in semi-captivity on tho reservation.
1 paid them from $200 to $300 apiece
for tho animals, and then I started
into the business of raising buffalo.
The herd thrived in all seasons. They
had a range of from thirty to forty
miles north and south and were shut
■in on botli sides by wooded hills,
which made ns good a fence us a man
could build, for buffalo do not venture
among trees.
“The coldest storms of winter do
not trouble them, for their thick,
shaggy coats are wind-proof. During
the heavy snows and blizzards they
climb the bills, and, turning their
breasts to the winds, defy the storm.
A good buffalo hide is worth $100 now
in tho market and heads bring from
$200 to $500 when mounted, and tho
value of these is steadily increasing,
so that buffalo brooding is as good an
investment as real estate, Our herd
is the only one I know about of any
size. There is a small ono in the
Texas Panhandle, and these, with tho
few that roam in the National Park,
are the solo remnants of tho thousands
which roamed tho prairies but a few
years ago. ”
Effective Work With a Poker.
An attempt was made to rob tlio
Wisconsin Central depot at Waupaca,
but with poor success, It whs 1 30
o’clock in tho morning when the sta
tion agent left his inner office and
wont out into the waiting room to poke
U P the ^ re * While ho was doing so a
tramp pounced upon him and dealt
him a fearful blow. I he agent i allied
and knocked the tramp senseless vi.h
tiie P oker * % tim ‘ ! a 8( ' co,k1
tramp had come to the rescue ol the
first, and the station agent also felled
him with a poker after a derate
bfltt le - Ir ° then d.agged both i ie
bodies _ outdoors on the platform. e v
revived and uould have a tacU< m
agent, bu« he secured his revolver,uml
at the muzzle of this they both lied in
the durkness.—Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
Tit for Tat.
A grouty old gentleman, after mak
ing his will, called his serving man
and remarked, “Michael, I’ve left you
in my will all tho impudence I pos
sess.”
Michael- Faith. I’m glad to see thnt
by your generosity I inherit tlio
greater part of your estate.”
i 4 Well, well, Michael you’ve come
into your inheritance remarkably
eoon. ”—Harper’s Young People.
Seven systems of stenography are
prominently in use m Germany.
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ONE DOLLAR PER ANNUM.
NO. 24,
Then nml Xow.
A little stream, a silent nook,
Whore deep the water lies,
An.l trembling willows bend to look
In fear on shadow’d shies—
Their own sad image oft mistook
For darkling prophesies;
I close my book,
I read the brook—
’T is Memory.
My little stream, with fond caress,
I'nrls round each mosey root, and brings
To valient oaks through storm and stress
Soft echoes from the wood-dove’s wings;
Ami dawn from out the darkness springs,
While yet the crowning night wing sings
Of starry skies
Whose happy eyes
Look down to bless
Forgetfulness—
illitho-hearted stream.
—Boston Transcript.
HUMOROUS
You often hear a woman say: “It’s
no use talking,” but she doesn't think
i so all the same.
When a man’s good deeds speak for
themselves, ho should not allow his
voice to drown theirs.
First Base—Can Cheely play ball:
Second Base—I should say not. Why,
he’d muff an apple dumpling.
Just as soon as a man concludes that
business is improving and that ho is
making money tho pluinbor present
his bill.
“Does Cinders work for his living
now?” “Great Scott! no; he’s the
janitor for a great big apartment
house.”
She—I always think there is some¬
thing so satisfying about Herr Them
pem's playing. He—Yes; I had quite
enough of an hour ago.
Jinks—I despise a man who is moan
with his wife. Do yon give yours an
allowance, or what she can wheedle out
of you? Filikins—Both.
In tho Gloaming—She (pointing at
a star) — “Ah, there is Orion.” Voice
(from tho dardnoss) —“Yoz are mtsh
tuken, mum, it’s O'Reilly.”
Mrs. Humfnt- Your daughter sings
beautifully. Is slie studying music?
Mrs. Sparerib—Indeed she is. She is
studying to be a bells donna.
“Oh, mamma,” said tho small boy
from the city when ho first saw a
robin, “come look at this little spar¬
row with a red llannel shirt on.
Lady—Does your brother work?
Little Torn—Nope. Lady—He doesn’t
work? What does ho do? Little
Tom—Just talks. He’s a lawyer.
Mr. Jiblets (in market, suspiciously)
—Did you kill this chicken, or did it
die? Mr. Potts (positively)—When I
kill a chicken it inwariably dies, sir.
“Do you love me?” said the paper
bag to the sugar, “I’m just wrapped
up in you,” replied the sugar, “You
sweet thing!” murmured the paper
bag.
“And what are you going to give
f f or birthday pres
out?” “I’m going to ask father to get
^ a f oot b and then I’ll teach her
j „
M other—Whew i3 tlmt young man
{rom who calls oa? Daughter-From
Mother _j thougbt so. I
^ hftng(j ^ ^ oyer
-hole
-
Mrs omart—V bat did you learn at
, cbool today? Johnny Smart-The
name of the boy who has been swip¬
ing my lunch and I licked the stuf¬
fing out of him. *
First Crook—They sav th9 new
Judge stutters. Second Crook—I’m
glad of that. . . Why.” i t Oh, because
he won’t be able to pronounce such
long sentences.”
A. (proudly)—I never deceive my
wife—no sir; I tell her everything.
B.—Yes, I knew that long ago. What,
how? She tells it all to my wife, and
nv wife tells it to n?.
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The crown worn by Queen Victoria
weighs forty ounces.