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JOSHUA JONES, PUBLISHER.
VOL. I.
Dawn.
The earth awakes with a passionato thrill
From the icy thrall of her winter dreams,
The hawthorns bloom on the opposite hill
Where the shadows slant to the
streams.
Orioles, swallows and bluebirds throng—
Each heavenly voico that soars and
With a rapturous rush of exulting song,
And a tremulous flutter of glancing wings.
So much more than we know is meant,
So much more than we ask is given,
That our hearts are filled with a sweet
tent
And our pulses stilled with the peace
heaven.
—Fanny Johnson, in Youth’s Companion.
PENELOPE’S ELOPEMENT
At thirty one is popularly supposed
to have arrived at years of discretion,
and to be fairly in possession of one’s
faculty of choice. In the case of
every accepted truth, which may have
become axiomatic to the rest of hu¬
manity, there are always those who
reject, or affect to reject, its teach¬
ings.
A very sturdy opponent to the
proposition first set down was Mr.
Phineas Paine, a hard headed and
successful grocer in tho town of
Caresville. Mr. Paine, it is true, did
not deny the proposition generally,
but he signified' his denial b}' his con¬
duct toward his daughter, Penelope,
who had arrived at the age mentioned
in single blessedness.
If there ever was a woman in the
end of the nineteenth century who
had causo for complaint on tho score
of repression it was Penelope Paine.
Her mother had died when she was
five years of age, and her father, pos¬
sessed by the idea that ho knew how
to bring up a child right, had imme¬
diately begun the systematic course of
repression that made his daughter a
demure, timid little girl, anu a meek,
spiritless woman.
He had kept down all her youthful
joyousness by straight-laced rules of
deportment of any natural tendency.
People looking at her would say : —
“That girl looks as if sho had been
boxed up all her life.” And, in a
measure, she had been.
But Penelope, prim as she was,
grew to be a fair woman to look at,
and, in spite of the difficulty of ap¬
proach, she had many stealthy admir¬
ers. The grocer was, in his way, a
social man. That is, he liked to have
someone to listen while he gave his
views and opinious, and at first young
men would affect to be coming to see
him. But the moment they were so
imprudent as to let it leak out that
Penelope was the real object of their
attentions, they were summarily dis¬
missed.
“I just won’t have it,” the old man
would say.
“Young folks don’t know what’s
good for themselves, and they need
the guidance of some older head to
keep ’em out of mischief,
Penelope never seemed to care much
about her beaux or the loss of them,
till Ned Holborn began goiug there.
He kept a feed store and was a brother
Odd Fellow with the grocer, so the
old man liked him pretty well.
Penelope was clerking in tho gro¬
cery, as she had been doing ever since
she was old enough to tie up a pack¬
age of sugar, but she always left an
hour earlier than her father, so as to
be at home and get his meals for him,
for Mr. Paine’s hard hearted frugality
forbade his keeping “a girl,” albeit,
he was abundantly able to do so.
It was during these happy inter¬
vals of time, when Penelope was en¬
tirely alone, that Ned Holborn was
wont to steal a few minutes away from
his store, and unceremoniously drop
in for a short chat. It was the first of
such pleasure that the girl had ever
known, and these stolen moments had
come to be inexpressibly sweet to her.
She knew that her father would not
THE WILL OF THE PEOPLE IS THE SUPREME LAW.
FORT GAINES, GA., FRIDAY. JUA 19, 1895.
have approved of this intimacy be¬
tween Holborn and herself, nnd for
that reason, at first, sho took a shy
delight in it. For with all his re
pressiou tho hard-hearted grocer had
not succeeded iu crushing out of his
daughter that touch of romance which
is ju the nature of every worn un
But there came a time when there
was moro than tho romantic secrecy of
the affair to give it charm, The inti
macy had ripened into Icve. The
young man had placed hyi houost affec¬
tion in the keeping of the quiot, de¬
mure girl, and sho had given her heart
unreservedly in return.
As the days went on tho stolen
meetings grew sweeter and sweeter to
both, aud Philip Paine measured his
pickles and -weighed his pounds in
blissful ignorance of what was passing.
But the state of affairs got to the ears
of a jealous rival of Holborn, and a
word to the unsuspecting grocer
brought him up standing. The scales
fell from his eyes, and shortly after
the lovers were surprised to see him
■walk iuto the house in tho midst of
one of their tete-a-tetes.
Of course there was a scone, Tho
old man stormed and Penelone wept,
but staunch Ned Hoiburn stood up
like a man and “faced tho music.” He
told the old man that he loved his
daughter, that his love was roturned,
and she had promised to wed him,
and the end of it all was his dismissal
from the house and a peremptory
commaud never to return.
And Phineas Paine was grieved for
after all these years of confidence his
his j'stem had proved at fault. In
sjjiie of all his repression ho found
that his daughter was not well brought
up, nnd when she had been put to the
test had fallen signally. (
After this the old man was his
daughter’s shadow. He never allowed
her to leave his side. Necessity check¬
mated frugality aud ho hired a house
girl to take care of his furniture and
get his meals.
In vain poor Hoiburn sought for a
chance to talk to his sweetheart. She
was as effectually shut away from him
as if she had been immured within the
four walls of a convent. Ned groaned
in spirit and the grocer chuckled with¬
in himself.
But no one state of affairs can last
forever, least of all such a strained
one as this. It has been said before
that Mr. Paine was an enthusiastic
Odd Fellow, aud it was his devotion
to the duties of that order that first
made him relax his vigilance. It was
to be a banner night, with the initia¬
tion of some ten or a dozen candidates
as its leading feature, and in the
depths of his innermost soul the old
man longed to go. But prudence
said no. Painfully he argued out
with himself. Was his duty to the
lodge less important than his duty to
his daughter?
Then visions of the society in ses¬
sion and the frightened candidates
came befo re his eyes. He laughed to
himself, for this hardened old tyrant
had not lost all his taste for fun. But
Penelope, passing through the room,
made him sober again as he thought
of all the possibilities that might arise
from leaving her alone, Them his
apologetic mind said, “One night
can’t do any harm. You can le/ive
her aloue this one time and, after all,
Ned Hoiburn will be at the meeting,
too, he’ll want to see the men initia¬
ted.” He hesitated and was lost and
after seeing Penelope securely locked
in he set off for his lodge.
But love has won the reputation of
laughing at locksmiths and embodied
in the person of Ned Hoiburn he went
knocking at Penelope’s window.
Something in the character of the tap
or some subtle intuition which only
j ove inspires, told her who it was and
gjjg f or prot her timidity enough to
raise the sash and opened the shutter
a little.
“It’s mo—Ned,” said the ungrnra*
matieal Holburu eagerly, ami there
was a note of deep pleading iu his
voice as ho added —
‘•It’s our only chance, darling. Gel
you hat and climb out of the window.
I've got a chair here for you to get
town on.”
Penolopo went away from the win¬
dow for n moment, and wueu Bhe re¬
turned she had her hat tied on, and a
shawl thrown about hor shoulders.
Her heart was beating very swiftly as
sho stopped out of the window on the
chair and into tho arms of her waiting
lover. Holburu was a thorough going
fellow,and he had his buggy waiting at
tho fence. They got in,he exultant and
tho girl all tremulous, and away they
went across the river to the old minis¬
ter, who was already famous for marry¬
ing runaway couples from threo
counties.
In the menntime, tho grocer, not
finding Hoiburn, who was a regular
and devoted attendant at tho lodge
meeting, had grown unoasy and sus¬
picious. A vague foreboding, which
gradually grew into a terriblo fear,
filled his mind. When ho could en¬
dure this suspenso no longer, he was
excused and started for home. He
had hardly entered the yard when an
open shutter Happing listlessly on its
hinges arrested his attention, and his
heart sunk within him. Penelope, he
thought, would never leave a shutter
that way under any conditions. Tho
key gave forth a hollow' lonesome
sound as he turned it in the lock, and
the sound of his footsteps on the floor
was altogether too weird end unusual.
“Penelope,”ho called, with a tremb¬
ling voice, “Oh, Penelope.”
Hut only tho echoes answered him,
and the unwelcomed truth forced it¬
self upon him that Penelope was gone.
He went outside, and, sitting down
upon the step bowed his head in his
hands. Just then tho sound of wheels
fell on his ear,and a buggy was driven
up. and halted at the gate.
Then a man helped a woman to
alight. The grocer recognized her,
and ran down the steps, crying:—
“Penelope, Penelope, ain’t you
ashamed—you’ve been riding”-
Hut here the voice of Hoiburn broke
in: —
“We’re married.” ho said.
“Well, well, Penelope Paine.”
“Hoiburn,” said Ned, proudly.
“Penelope,” went on the old man,
ignoring his son-in-law, “I would
never have thought it of you.”
The girl was silent, frightened and
tearful.
“And yon, Ned Hoiburn, to think
of you being a brother in the same
lodge and all of that and then playing
me such a trick.”
“I guess I’m able to keep a wife,”
said the young man.
“Able to keep her, able to keep her!
That ain’t it, it’s the way you got her'
Penelope Paine, and after all the rais¬
ing I’ve been giving you, do you real¬
ize wbat you have done? You’ve been
guilty of eloping— eloping, do you
hear?”
“That’s all right, father-in-law,”
said Hoiburn, “Penelope’s past thirty
now, and she’ll soon come to know
her own mind. When she comes to
know it I hope sho won’t change; if
she doesn’t, she’ll never regret this
elopement,” and he kissed her.—buf¬
falo News.
Excellent in Theory.
Mrs. Dorcas—Our League of Eman¬
cipated Women is going to have a lec¬
ture on the social equality of tho sex,
You must be sure to come.
Mrs. Gobwigger — Certainly, my
dear. I shall bring Miss Smith with
me, as she believes in Bocial equality.
Mrs. Dorcas—Not for the world.
You know she isn’t in our set. —Judge.
One of the members of Governor
Morton’s staff girds on a $4,000 sword
when he is in full dress uniform.
“Ringijig” Trees.
Architects will remember that tho
old books on building advise that tho
trees intended to bo cut for timber
should have a ring of bark cut out
around the trunk in tho latter part of
tho winter preceding the autumn sea-
1 son in which they arc to bo foiled
This advice seems to have been founded
on experience, but so far as wo know it
is never followed in modern times,
Very recently, however, M. Mer of
the great forest school of Nancy, in
answering an inquiry as to tho best
moans for preserving wooden tele
graph poles from tho ravages of iu
sects, explains the effect of “ringing”
growing trees in a very interesting
manner. According to M. Mer a tree
intended to be used for a
tedegraph polo should bo cut
in the autumn and during tho pre¬
ceding winter should have a ring
cut out of tho bark, down to tho
wood, near the upper part of the
trunk. If this is done tho nseent of
the sap in the spring is prevented, as
it is well known that tho sap circu¬
lates just, under tho bark. Tho tree,
nevertheless, grows, consuming ns
nutriment tho starch grains laid up in
I the sapwood. When tho season’s
growth is over, the starch in tho sap
wood is gone; but, ns fresh sap has
not been allowed to circulate, no new
starch has been deposited iu its place
to supply the next season’s growth,
and when tho tree is felled its tissues
contain no starch and consequently no
food for the insects which feed upon
wood and which, according to M.
Mer, only eat the wood for the starch
they find in it. To inject wood with
sulphate of coppor, as is often done,
M. Mer says helps to complete its
protection, but only on condition that
the starch is first removed as he
suggests.—American Architect.
Watch Hairsprings.
The hair spring is a strip of the
finest steel about 9 1-2 inches long,
1-109th inch wide and 27-10,OOOths
inch thick. It is coiled up iu spiral
form and finely tempered. The proc¬
ess of tempering these springs was
long held as a secret by tho few fortu¬
nate ones possessing it, and even now
is not generally known. Their manu¬
facture requires great skill and care.
The strip is gunged to 20-1,000 of an
inch, but no measuring instrument
hns as yet been devised capable of tine
enough guagirig to determine before¬
hand by tho Hizo of the strip what
the strength of the finished
spring will be. A 20-1,000th part
of an inch difference in the thick¬
ness of a strip makes a difference in
the running of a watch of about six
minutes per hour. The value of these
springs, when finished and placed in
watches, is enormous in proportion to
the material from which they are
mode. A comparison will give a good
idea. A ton of steel made uj) into
hair syrings when in watches is worth
once more than twelve and one-half
times the value of the sumo weight in
pure gold. Hair spring wire weighs
one-twentieth of a grain to the inch.
One mile of wire weighs less than half
a pound. The balance gives five vi¬
brations every second, 300 every min¬
ute, 18,000 every hour, 432,000 every
day, and 157,080,000 every year. At
each vibration it rotates about one and
one-fourth times, which makes 197,
100,000 revolutions every year.
Yearly Additions to the Population.
If everything has worked as the
statisticians think it has, this old
world is peopled by more than 1,000,
000 more human beings than it was
in May, 1894. The death rate is 67
per rninuts the world over and the
birth rate 70. Light as this percent¬
age of gain appears it is sufficient to
give a net increase in tho population
each year of almost 1,200,000 souls.—
Han Francisco Examiner.
ONE DOLLAR PER ANNUM*
NO. 28.
Panther Against Hear.
In tho dense forests of Sullivan
County, Pennsylvania, Nelse Hoose, a
settler, was one day hunting for *iv
j stray cow, and presently he sat down
1 on a fallen tree to rest, at the mouth
j of a dark glen, on the north side of
South Moui.'uu. While Tie iaT he
heard a boar growling up the glen,
and, ns tho sound camo nearer, Nelse
got upon the log and cocked his rifle,
which he always carried iu that wild
country. In a moment a big panther
came trotting through the hushes, with
a squealing bear cub iu its mouth. It
carried tho cub ns a cat does a mouse,
and did not seem to be iu much of a
i hurry. Close at the panther’s heels
lumbered the wailing mother bear anil
when tho panther, which evidently
knew tho bear was afraid of him, put
the cub on the ground as if to get a
better hold, the bear gained courage,
pluuged at the panther, and caught it
I around the body just in front of its
hind logs. Quick as tbouuht the pan¬
ther flung the cub in the air, tore him¬
self lose and pitched into the bear. At
the first stroke the bear knocked ibo
panther to one side, and a secon t
stroke sent him flying into the bushes.
But at this stage oi t he fight tho cub
squeeled once more, and the mother
bear, seeming to forget everything
but her young one, rushed to its res
cue. Sho had not taken threo steps
wliou the puuther sprang at her and
settled his claws in her shoulder and
his teeth in her neck. Tho bear strug¬
gled hard to shake off the great cat,
but she couldn’t do it. Just as she
gave her last kick and the panther
rose in triumph, Nelse took a hand in
the fight nnd with two bullets killed
the panther. The cub also lr.y dead,
the panther’s teeth having crushed the
tender bones in the neck, and further
up tho glen Nelse found the bear’s
nest, with a live cub in it, which he
carried home.—Atlanta Constitu u.
Thinks Himself a Horse.
John Demurest is a man, but he is
convinced that he is a horse. He
sleeps in a stable and draws a little
self-made wagon around all day on
Blackwell’s Island, New York City,
with a harness he rigged up himself.
When he gets angry he bites the bit iu
his mouth and paws the ground. But
he is generally peaceful, having had
only three runaways in twenty years.
The commissioners of charities and
corrections found recently that owing
to transfer of patients they had room
for 100 more insanity cases on Ward’s
Island. The medical board was re¬
quested to visit Blackwell’s Island and
sort out about 100 patients for trans¬
fer. When they landed at the pier
the first person they set eyes upon was
Johnny the horse. When Johnny saw
the medical board he uttered a lot of
neighs by way of salute and he has
never ceased to regret his conduct on
that occasion. The medical board
exchanged glances and put his name
down in a book, and Johnny was more
than tickled. But when they turned
in the list to President Porter Johnny
the hor-e’s name led all the rest for
transfer from the island. Then there
was a g. it outcry and a petition that
ho might, be left behind, which was
granted. —Chicago Times-Herald.
Grateful.
“This is the last time 1 shall bring
this bill!” cried the enraged collector.
“Thanks,” replied the impecunious
debtor, “You are much more consid¬
erate than the other fellow; for he
said he was going to come again.—
Atlanta Constitution.
At Double Bates.
Wool—Dr. Em dee is an expert cx
pert.
Yun Pelt—What is that?
Wool—Shows that the expert on the
expert on the other side is talking
through his hat.
