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JOSHUA JONES, PUBLISHER.
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Sea Sony.
With a hoy and ho, and a fairy boat,
And a rollicking smiinoAr breeze,
With a heave and a roll to the East wo go,
O’er the dancing shimmering seas.
Yon mast will stand ns fast, I ween,
In the arms of the laughing gale;
And that strip of cloud, ere It melt away—
Tear it down for o»r rosy sail.
With a hey and a ho, and the sails are set,
While the sea-maids laugh for glee;
And each wave as it curls breaks to frothy
mirth
O'er the green of the rolling sea.
Up anchor now and away to the East,
Where the sun-ball peeps anew;
And the gray and the red and the opal lights
Spread wide into watery blue.
With a hey and a ho, and a fairy boat,
And a rollicking summer wind,
With a heave and a roll to the East we go,
With tho wakening shore behind.
—Angela Goetze.
WHITE MITTENS.
BY JOHN AIiBEE.
The curtain rises—ami there are
only two actors on the narrow stage
which is set with rustic scenery.
There are a road, trees, and in the
distance water. This latter looks as
if intended for tho sea. There walk
along the road toward the sea a young
man, tall and stalwart, and a young
woman, also tall and of a very slight
figure. Her eyes and hair are dark,
and her features are somewhat too
sharp for a handsome face. Her
name is Rebecca Champernown. She
is the last descendant of a very ancient
and famous family, whose pride is al¬
most her only inheritance. No one
could have believed that she would
fall in love with a fisherman least of
all her mother. But so it has hap¬
pened. She loves Raubaa Gage, cap¬
tain of the fishing schooner Anna
Sheafe, and they walk together and
meet as often as they can find oppor¬
tunity.
As Reuben and Rebecca walk along
the road they do not appear to talk
much. She seems cold and distant,
but in her heart is a fire of love that
burns more fiercely the more she re¬
presses it. And she is obliged to re¬
press it, for Reuben is shy, awkward
and undemonstrative. Yet in some
way, perhaps by her womanly intui¬
tions, she lias discovered his great
manly, affectionate nature. They
have now been intimate a whole year,
and every one siqqioses them lovers
and probably engaged, but in fact
they have never yet exchanged a word
of love. Reuben has often been on
the point of speaking, but the right
words failed him and something arose
in his throat that choked utterance.
And Rebecca has waited, eager, a
little impatient at times, and at others
almost tempted to speak out herself.
That, indeed, is just what is needed ;
she is conscious of it, and yet—“How
can I?”—she asks herself. Then she
goes home from her interviews with
Reuben to her room and cries until
her eyes are red and swollen, and her
mother’s reproaches follow, and make
her life so wholly miserable that she
wishes herself dead. She recovers
herself in a day or two; looks for¬
ward with longing to their next meet¬
ing, which is always timed by his re¬
turn from his fishing trip, and thinks
matters between them will surely be
settled. She longs for something to
happen that will decide the question.
But she is not going to give up Reub¬
en ; no, her heart is unalterably fixed
and if she dies an old maid her affec¬
tion can never decline.
Reuben is equally perplexed in his
simple mind; he is sure of only one
thing, that is the state of his own feel¬
ings, but he is not yet able to decide
whether Rebecca loves him. He
would like a sign, something, how¬
ever slight, that would show him
where he stood. Men are always long¬
ing for this sign, some token, not
worbut more certain, more signif-
THE WILL OF THE PEOPLE IS THE SUPREME LAW,
FORT GAINES. GA.. FRIDAY. OCTOBER II. 18115.
icant, something to treasure and re¬
member as long as they live.
Of late he has been unlucky on his
fishing trips in the Anna Sheafe, a
small vessel which ho commands and
of which he owns one quarter. After
the vessel’s expenses were paid there
has been little to divide among tho
owners. Tho winter was coming on
and with it the hazardous and often
unprofitable business of trawling.
He met Robecca less and less often.
Somehow without money in his pocket
he could not enjoy so much beiug with
her, felt less a man and an inequality
he could not explain. Then it was,
however, that ho discovered tho depth
of his attachment. His companions
noticed it and rallied him about it,
and behind his back expressed them¬
selves in tho customary village slang
and gossip.
“There’s no more fish in the sea for
Reub,” they said. Ho is getting his
line on dry laud, over at the Cham
pernowns’; pretty dry it is. Small
catch there; a big name and not
enough cash to go with it. Ho is too
good for her, anyway ; but. I hopo he
will get her if he wants her and come
out of his dumps."
Reuben did not recover his usual
spirits; his good old mother insisted
that ho was not well and needed physic.
Reuben took the medicine, beiug a
good deal of a child under his moth¬
er’s roof, obeying and yielding to her
in nearly all of her whimsies, which
were leavened with much shrewdness
and knowledge of human nature.
“Mother,” said he, “it does me no
good, but I will take it to please
you."
“My son, you just wait; you’ve
been behindhand some time, and it
will take a while to get you before¬
hand again. These herbs never failed
in my experience and I’ve had a good
deal in sickness of one sort or an¬
other."
“Herbs, mother, are good in their
place. I like the smell of them, but
the taste--”
“That’s just it, my son; the smell
is sweet, which shows tho taste is good
medicine. It’s just like being in
love and marriage; one you like and
the other you must take, because it is
best for everybody and naturally fol¬
lows; and sometimes,” she added,
with a sly look at Reuben, “it cures
love.”
“I’m not going to marry—never, so
you are out of your reckoning there,
mother."
“Well, I don’t know. Your father
before you saul that; so did I—until
I was asked. Nobody means what
they say when in love, or rather they
mean just tho other way. I think
now I know what it is the trouble
with you, Reuben,” and she poured
out the dose and gave it him, saying:
“It will keep up your spirits at any
rate, until Rebecca gives you some
soothing syrup—eh, my boy? So
cheer up.”
Reuben grew thin and nervous in
spite of the medicine, but he went
about preparations for the winter
cruising. Bad luck continued to fol¬
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low him, small fares and falling prices
discouraged him more and more. But
the greater his depression the more
his mind dwelt upon Rebecca. In
some curious, involved way he had
come to connect his ill luck with her.
His brother fishermen, however,
thought it was all on acoonnt of his
not wearing white mittens when he
set and handled his trawl lines, it be
ing in that region of fishing villages
the universal belief of superstition
that white mittens must be worn to
insure good luck in winter trawling.
But Reuben paid no attention to what
he thought was a mere fancy. He felt
rather that he was working with a half
hearted energy, and all on account of
his dubious relation with Rebecca.
He determined to see her again and
arranged to see her when her mother
was absent.
‘‘I have eomo to see yon once more,"
he said on meeting her; “but per
haps I had better not como again.
Why? said Rebecca, are jou
not always welcome, Captain Gage?”
Yes, wo novor quimel and wo
never got nuy further along from ouo
time to another."
lhis was more than ho had over
been able to say before in regard to
their personal relation, and he was
frightened at himself. Bo ho began
again from what bethought was an
other point, yot, as out of the fullness
of the heart the mouth speakoth, he
could not help betraying bis true feel
ings.
“I’m not getting on vory well now,
no luck, no money, and tho Anna
Sheafe getting in debt. I thought I
would tell you, though I do not know
us you will care. ’’
“Yes, I do care—very much, Cap¬
tain Gage. I knew something was tho
matter and I heard from one of tho
villago gossips it was because you
neglected or sneered at the custom of
wearing white mittens as tho other
fishermen do when setting their trawls.
I)o you think it is a silly supersti¬
tion?”
“Yes, I do, in the main."
“So do I, when I reason. At other
times I half believe in it. There is
something at the botton of all com¬
mon customs and beliefs, which, when
harmless, it is just as weil to accept.
Our little villago would bo very dull
and uninteresting without them.”
“I have no particular objection to
white mittens, Reuben replied, “only
I did not happen to have any."
I thought as much. You would
wear them if you had them?"
“Why, yes, I should."
Rebecca disappeared for a moment,
and returned holding out a pair of
snow-white mittens.
“There, I made them for you. I
had to guess at tho size, most girls
wouldn’t, who have—brothers,”—she
said, archly. “Let me try them on,”
and she pulled ono over Reuben’s
hand, but before she could adjust the
other his hands in some manner had
become inextricably entwined about
her waist. Then they sat down and
completed the trying on again and
again.
They fitted, but Reuben never wore
them afterward. He hung them up
us a sacred trophy over the little mir¬
ror in the cabin of his vessel. And he
had thereafter good luck enough. —
New York Advertiser.
A Sunflower Wonder.
The largest sunflower, possibly ever
seen in Atlanta is being displayed to¬
day by Mr. S. A. Johnson, tho grocery
man, who resides at 112 West Pine
street. The flower measures thirteen
inches across, and is filled with seed
much larger than an ordinary flower.
It was raised in Mr. Johnson’s garden
where he cultivated it with his vege¬
tables.
After the flower had matured and
the seeds had ripened Mr. Johnson
pulled it and is showing it to his
friends. Ho will put it on exhibition
at tho agricultural department, he
says. He thinks that it would pay
for people to devote some time to the
cultivation of this flower, ns the seed
make fine feed for fowls and animals.
After the seed has been compressed
the oil from them makes the best
grade of labricaing oil.—Atlanta
Journal.
Bad Luck.
Mrs. Gaddem—Your daughter was
miraculously rescued from drowning
yesterday.
Mrs. Matchmaker—Yes Dolly, has
awful luck.
Mrs. Gadders—Awful luck !
Mrs. Matchmaker—Why, the man
who rescued her is married!—Puck.
ONE DOLLAR PER ANNUM-
j Hon Gold Leaf Is Made.
Tho process by which gold is mndo
into thin leuvos is called gold beating.
As yot the use of machinery for this
j purpose is very limited, nearly all
gold leaf being beaten by hand.
j First, tho gold is cast into oblong
ingots about three-fourths of on inch
in width, and weighing two ounces
each. These ingots are passed be
j tu’eeu polished steel rollers and flat
toned out into ribbons of about
M80th of an inch in thickness,
| These ribbons nro softened by heat
and cut into pieces one inch square,
One hundred and titty of thoso
pieces are plaeod between vellum
j leaves, one pioco above tho other, and
i tho entire pile is enclosed in a double
parchment caso and beaten with a six
teen-pound hammer until tho inch
j pieces nro extouded to four-inch
squares. They are then takon from
tiio caso and each square is cut into :
four pieces; tho pieces thus obtained
nro then placed between gold-beaters’
skin—a delicate membrauo prepared
from tho large intestino of tho ox—
made into piles, inclosed in a parch
i meat caso and again beaten, but with
; a hammer of lighter weight.
Still tho leaves are not thin enough,
ami once more each loaf is cut into
four pieces and again beaten. This
last quartering and benting produces
2,400 leaves, and the thickness of an
inch. Gold is so malleable that it is
poseiblo to obtain a still greater de*
greo of thinness, but not profitably.
Thoso thin leaves arc taken up with
wood pincers, placed on a cushion,
blown out flat and carefully cut into
squares three and one-fourth inches
in size. Tho squares aro placed be¬
tween tho leaves of papor books, which
have previously been rubbed with red
chalk, to prevent adhosion of tho
gold, each paper book containing
twonty-fivo squares or loaves of gold ;
and in this form tho loaf is sold, not
by weight but by superficial measure,
—New Orleans Picayune, |
Hints on Bathing.
With the increased amount of dust
in the atmosphere, and its natural J
propensity for adhering to the per¬
spiring body, the daily bath becomes
more of a necessity during tho sum¬
mer months than at any other time of
tho year. Ono should take great
care, however, that the bodily tem¬
perature is reduced as nearly as pos
Bible to normal before the bath is
taken. If tho temperature is some
what high, and the body perspiring
freely, tho danger of tukiug cold will
bo increased, by reason of tho sudden
congestion of tho blood in the dilated
vessels at tho surfaco of tho body.
Much of tho advantage to be derived
from sea bathing will bo lost, unless
tho crusts of salt which form in the
pores of the skin on tho evaporation
of the water are removed by subse¬
quent brisk toweling or fresh water
sponging. Not only is tho perspira¬
tion an efficient means of removing
superfluous heat, but by this same
channel go out many of the waste
; products of the body. Those waste
j products are always relatively in¬
creased in tho summer months, and so
it is doubly important that during this
< trying season we should keep the skin
in a healthy and cleanly condition,
The Youngest Grandmother.
A claiment for the honor of being
tho youngest grandmother in America
Mrs. John W. Pierce, of Boston,
whose age i3 twenty-eight. She was
married at the age of fourteen years
and her daugnter became a wife when
on j y twelve years old.
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A German marble cutter, S. Klaber,
has given to tho New York Society of
Ethical Culture, in memory of his son,
a bronze tablet beautifully framed in
marble, containing Abraham Lincoln’s
Gettysburg address.
NO. 4(1.
A Remarkable It juicing.
A modest little white tenement
house at No. ‘.15 Holsman street, Put
(!rh0 n, N. J., has been occupied for
q vo y carH past by threo fcuiilies, the
Haights and Whites on one side, and
the Breens on tho other. The com
puny of tho Breens hns never been
agreeable to the other occupants of
tho phico, and, it is said, quarrels have
been almost a daily occurrence lor tho
last half decade.
Tho head of the Breen family final
u. became tired of the existing state
of affairs and decidod to vaento the
promises. He kept the matter secret
however, and nothing was known of
lli(J intentions by his neighbors until
tho nftornoou, when a big van drove
n p to his door to cart the furniture
away.
As soon as tho Whites and Haights
fully realized what was about to occur
they became uncontrollably jubilant
n ud pulled out about a dozen big
American flags and nailed them up on
all portions of tho tenemont. The
largest, flag of all bore a big placard
inscribed “l’eaco After Five Years.’’
Tho neighborhood was all agog, and
soon a large crowd of men, women and
children gathered in front of the
house. The Haights and Whites also
demonstrated their joy by dancing
up and down on their front steps,much
to the edification of a score of hood¬
lums. The more diserbet members of
the crowd, however,became disgusted
and cries of “Sbaino” were raised.
For a few minutes it looked as if there
would be a small riot in the street,but
a squad of police soon dispelled tho
crowd. The Breens finally got away,
but tho flags continued to wave from
all points of tho little tenement.—
Trenton, N. J., American.
An Up-ta-I)ate Serpent.
John Gadsden, colored, killed a
rattle-snake near Poor Robin, Gu.,
on tho Savannah river, last week, that
had twenty-nine rattles and a button.
And speaking of snakes—the strange
looking serpent that was seen by a
party of deer hunters over in “the
fork" of Brier creek and Savannah
river last winter, has been seen again.
0:*accouut of the description given
of it at first it is known as tho silver
serpent. Its scales were white and
glistened in the sun like shining sil
It is said to be anywhere from
to twenty feet i ong antl is
&u seen in trees, The two
fishermeu who ]aet 8aw it Haj that its
body has grown darker, but they de¬
clare that its head was so dazzling as
hurt the eye. Its neck was arched
over tho limb of a tree, and as tho
rays of tho morning sun fell upon it
they counted sixtee'n shining silver
scales upon its head, and to make it
stranger and more gorgeous still,
right in the centre of these they saw
a singlo scale of a yellow cast that
shone and glittered like burnished
gold.—Atlunta Constitution.
A Survivor of Waterloo.
The recurrence of the anniversary
of Waterloo has led to a diligent
search in France for French veterans
of that great combat. Only three sur¬
vive, of whom Victor Baillot is the
eldest. He was born in Caresey in
1793, and was caught in the last of
Napoleon’s conscriptions. Baillot
was taken prisoner at Waterloo after
receiving a saber slash on the helmet
which felled him to the ground, bnt
did not wound him. His chief recol
lection of the battle is that the grow¬
ing wheat impeded the progress of the
French army, and cavalry were sent
to trample it down.
Swiss newspapers report that the
number of American tourists visiting
that country this summer is one-third
larger than it was at the same time
last year.