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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?” THE WILL OF THE PEOPLE IS THE SUPREME LAW, FORT GAINES, GA., FRIDAY. JUNE 21, 1895. “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. i 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?. _ The crown worn by Queen Victoria weighs forty ounces.