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JOSHUA JONES, PUBLISHER.
VOL. I.
The Humble Life.
Three rows diverging, wend tlioir several
wavs.
Along the first
The glad notes burst
In splendor through tho long bright days.
The pathway’s name
Is Fame.
Along the second splendid castles rise
Before the wondering eyes.
Wealth in this pathway lies.
Along the third are common flowers,
And bees hum through unchanging hours.
Yet closer seen tho flowers, have tho fairest
hue,
The skies above are brightest blue.
This the way
Called “Every day.”
—It. B. Shelton, in Boston Budget.
A STRANGE WARNING.
Mr. Grosvenor had asked Howard,
■who was the son of an old friend, and
myself, to stay at Cullingham for a
fe w weeks and pursue our literary avo¬
cation, in which we collaborated.
He made no favor of it. “Only too
glad, to see you,” be said, “We are
very lonely, and there is little to do;
no birds in the covers, for I can’t
afford a game keeper, but if you wan’fc
to work, the place is quiet enough, I
shall not be at home for a day or two,
as I am going to town, and shall pick
out my daughter from a friend’s
house on my way back, but William
knows the place, and can show you
all there is to see.”
Howard conducted me to my bed¬
room the first night.
“I say,” he said, “there is a curi¬
ous point about your room—of course
you don’t know the ramblingold place
yet—you can walk around your bed¬
room. ”
“Of course I can, you crock,” I
returned. “I can walk around any
room.”
“Ah, but I mean on the outside.
You see, this room is in the middle of
the house, between four intersecting
corridors, so that you can walk right
around the four walls.”
There was nothing else remarkable
about my room. It was comfortably
furnished. Against the wall opposite
my bed, and nearly under the sky¬
light, stood a large sofa, whiefy seemed
an unusual piece of furniture for a
bedroom. It was too big to go through
the door, and I was inclined to think
that it must have been lowered into
the room by a derrick before the roof
was put on.
I turned into bed, but found it im¬
possible to sleep. A strange bed al¬
ways means several wakeful hours to
me, and I lay with my eyes closed,
listening to the odd stable clock as it
savagely clanged out its quarters, and
practised every effort ot mechanical
repetition that seemed likely to soothe
my restless brain.
At length I gave tip the attempt to
sleep in despair and lav on my back
wide awake.
< I began to picture to myself the
mo3t horrible phantoms I could im¬
agine, to see if I could make myself
nervous or frightened. I thought of
figures with rolling eyes and gibber¬
ing lips, phantoms that carried their
heads under their arms, shadowy,
forrhless objects of mist, but all to no
purpose. My ghosts were feeble
frauds. I could not invest them with
the nameless dread, and I laughed at
them.
I must have fallen asleep as I was
thus meditating, for when I next
awoke the moon was high in the
heavens and shone brightly through
the skylight into my room. My eyes
at once fell on the face of a beautiful
ypung woman who was arranging her
hair at a mirror that stood on a table
which seemed to me to have not been
in the room when I retired. I was j
about to utter an exclamation when a
look of terror came into her face, a
terror so intense as to freeze me into
unspeakable silence. She seemed to
be listening to a noise without. In
THE WILL OF THE PEOPLE IS THE SUPREME LAW,
FORT GAINES. GA.. FRIDAY. DECEMBER 6. 1895.
the next strained moniout the figure
vanished.
As I was turning over to sleop
again I heard a light footstep in the
corridor at the Load of my bod. It
passed along the wall and was followed
by a heavier yet a stealthy tread. By
this time my faculties were fully
aroused, and sitting up I listened in¬
tently.
Suddenly the first footsteps broke
into a rapid pattering as though in
llight, and the pursuer’s heavier
tread was correspondingly acceler¬
ated. Twice they sped around ray
chamber, and as they passed along
the corridor neurest to my bed I
thought that I could hear their pant¬
ing breaths.
At the third round my bedroom
door flew open, and the young lady I
had scon before dashed in and dropped
exhausted upon tho sofa, She was
followed by a mau dressed in black,
who carried a murderous-looking
knife in his hand. Sho looked at him
imploringly as ho stood over her for a
instant, but spqke never a word.
In that moment of time I could see
their faces with great clearness in the
moonlight, and have never forgotten
them. Tho girl was fair, with loug
hair streaming down her shoulders,
and her lovely face was contracted
with mortal terror. The man was of
medium height, with a low forehead,
a dark mustache and an expression
that reminded mo grotesquely enough
of the trademark upon the “Demon”
tennis rackets.
I was summoning up courage to
spring out of bed when the man
raised the hand that grasped the knife.
I saw the weapou uplifted above his
head. I saw the girl throw up her
bauds is despair, and then a thick
cloud passed over the moon and
placed my chamber in total darkness.
The next point in my memory fol¬
lowing that awful scene was a loud
hammering upon my door and Wil¬
liam Howard’s cheerful voice de¬
manding to know if I intended to
sleep all day. It was 9 o’clock upon
a clear October morning, and my bed¬
room looked as commonplace in the
daylight as though it had been situat¬
ed in a London hotel. I must con¬
fess that I examined the sofa, but
found no traces of disturbance, and I
dressed feeling ashamed of myself for
being frightened at an ordinary night¬
mare. A trashy ghost story of How¬
ard’s,. a walk around the corner by
candle light and an uncomfortable bed
were materials enough to furnish
twenty similar dreams, and I went
down to breakfast resolved to say
nothing of my experience.
During the morning we attempted
to work at our novel, but Howard was
fidgety and restless, with the result
that we accomplished very little.
After lunch we ordered a trap from
the village inn to fetch Mr. Grosven
or’s luggage from the station and went
there to meet the train.
Mr. Grosvenor was too poor to
keep a carriage, his income being lim¬
ited to the revenue from one or two
farms and his large garden. The sta¬
tion, however, was but half a mile dis¬
tant, and the day being fine we should
have preferred to walk, even had we
been able to ride.
The train came in, and Mr. Grosven¬
or shook hands with us and introduced
mo to his daughter. Upon looking
her in the face, I was astonished to
see the exact counterpart of the dream
girl who had rushed into my bed¬
room.
Miss Grosvenor, who was very pret
ty and vivacious,rallied me during the
evening upon my low spirits. I was
wondering if-there has been anything
more than coincidence in my vision,to
which her appearance had given a
strong air of reality. At all event
the murderer did not seem to have a
place in this little drama,and I deter-
mined for the present to hold my
tongue.
Of our stay I need say nothing ex¬
cept that Howard fell deeply in lovo
with our host’s daughter, but feared
to speak.
“Too poor,” ho said, hopelessly.
“Grosvenor will want a son-in-law
able to lift tho old house up a bit.”
Two years later I enmo homo on
leave from India, in which country 1
had obtained an important post, and
remained for a few days in town to
replenish my wardrobe beforo paying
a few rounds of visits.
As I was walking down Piccadilly
ono morning I felt a slap on my shoul¬
der, and turning found myself face to
face with Howard.
“How go things with you?” I said
after mutual greetings had been ex¬
changed. Have you married Miss
Grosvenor yet?”
“No,” ho replied; “I havo had
no luck whatever in that quarter. She
is now engaged to French Johnny.
Her father is pretty well off now. The
railway was extended through his laud
and ho made shekels over tho trans¬
action. They are staying in town at
present. You had better call.”
“Will you come with me?”
‘‘No thanks. I don’t look well as
the rejected suitor. But hero is their
address and mine.”
I called upon Grosvenor in due
course and was introduced to his
daughter’s fiance, one Mr. Dubois.
His face seemed familiar to me, and
after some moments’ thought it burst
upon me that he was tho dream mur¬
derer of two years before. There was
not a doubt about it, and I could have
sworn to him in the witness-box. He
was a man of wealth, had lived many
years in England and was thought to
be an excellent match. Ho was by no
means young, but had a polished and
agreeable munuer, with a very rapid
and sharp mode of speaking, which
was not, I thought, wholly duo to his
French nationality.
Though I attempted to dismiss my
prejudice, he gave mo tho impression
that there was something underhand
about him. He also seemed to think
himself suspected, for I caught him
watching me furtively as I was talking
to Mr. Grosvenor.
I walked home in great perplexity.
Here was my dream exactly repro¬
duced, and 1 had no possible doubt as
to the identity of the persons con¬
cerned. Yet I could not tell Mr.
Grosvenor the story without incurring
his ridicule if not his anger, and prob¬
ably getting into bad odor with his
future son-in-law, though for that con¬
tingency I cared very little.
At length I resolved to impart the
whole mutter to Howard. Ho had
found permanent employment in Lon¬
don, and could remain on the watch,
whereas I was obliged to return to In¬
dia in a few weeks. The marriage
was not to take place for at least six
months. This would give him time
to examine Dubois’ antecedents.
Howard was much surprised at my
story, and declared that ho thought
Dubois to be a scoundrel from the
first. This was likely enough in a re¬
jected suitor, but at the same time his
instincts corresponded with mine, and
at his earnest request I determined to
tell the whole to Mr. Grosvenor.
Howard undertook to keep strict
watch on Dubois’ movements and to
let me hear of any new developments
the case might present.
The next day I called upon Mr.
Grosvenor, and requesting a private
interview, put the whole matter be¬
fore him.
“This is very extraordinary,” he
said, when I had finished. “Curious¬
ly enough, the young couple are to
live at Cullingham and occupy that
very room when the honeymoon is
over. But what can I do? His ante¬
cedents seem unquestionable. Ho
the sou of a French count, his parents
arc dead, ami ho has dropped his title.
1 lmvo verified all the statements ho
has made, and, though I do not pro
fees to like the mail, I really lmvo
nothing against him, and my daughter
is devoted to him.”
« i Well,” 1 returned, “perhaps it is
no affair of mine. I though I ought
to tell you what I saw before I re
turned to India. At the same time I
hope that you understand my motives
are wholly disinterested.”
1 owo you many thanks for per
forming what might bo thought a
purely imaginary duty and an un¬
pleasant one as well. Have you told
auyone else?”
i v No one but Howard.”
( < Then I will make fresh inquires.
Ido not anticipate any result, but it
is as well ii. to be . sure.
His daughter came in at that mo
niout, and it was distressing to soe the
wistful look in liis eyes as ho lifted
her hand for a moment and gazed into
h.x months later, when I was stay
ing at Simla, I received a letter from
Howard. He wrote:
i I Vv o have settled Dubois s hash,
He will not bo seen any more. I put
on a privato detective, who found out
that Dubois had been kept in a
French asylum for some years as a
homicidal maniac. The hypnotic
school of physicians professed to have
cured him, and I think had really
done so for a time, but ho was getting
strange in his manner, nnd when
asked about the asylum, though the
question was put in the most delicate
way he flew at Grosvenor liko a tiger
uml attempted to strangle him. Help
was fortunately at hand, and ho was
put under lock and key. Wo cannot
account for your dream by any theory.
Dubois had never even seen Culliug
hain. I can only suppose it was
meant ns a warning,and, in fact it has
been the means of avoidiug what
might have been an awful tragedy,
and of bringing about, I hope, what
will lie the greatest happiness of my
life.”—Good Company.
A Spider Which Booms.
Rumors that a spider in Central
Australia makes a booming noise at
night have been proved to be well
founded by B. Spencer, who writes to
Nature that the creature was, with the
aid of the natives, easily captured. It
forms a tubular burrow, about an
inch in diameter and two feet deep,
being a trap-door spider. At first the
noise was attributed to a quail, but
after keeping a dozen in captivity one,
on being irritated with a straw, rose
on her hind legs and made a low
whistling noise, rnoviugalternately her
palps up and down on the chelicerso
as she did so, While doing this she
would make short, angry durts ut the
straw. ,,,. 1 he noise is . made , by , an oval ,
-1
shaped, cornb-liko structure on the |
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that when the palp is moved up and 1
down it rubs against a special part of
the chelicera, which is provided with |
several rows of strong, sharp spines.
The sound thus produced can be heard
when the spider is in a box in a quiet j
room, at a distance of at least six or
eight feet. A very similar organ was
found in an Indian trap door spider,
and it illustrated the attitude of the I
Australian spider.—New York Inde
pendent. ;
The Favorable Moment. j
“Do yon think,’’said chappie, “that
a gentleman ought so speak to Lis bar
ber when he meets him on the stweet?”
“Certainly.” said Briggs, “It is
about the only chance he has to get a
word in.”—Indianapolis Journal.
A very undesirable weed from Argen¬
tine, which has been unintentionally
imported into the Canary Islands, and
is giving great trouble there, is the
tobacco tree.
ONE DOLLAR PER
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Mrs. M. A. Owens Falls Down a Long
Flight of Stairs and Kills
Her Child.
j Ladies meet with many accidents in
! descending often stairs—the limb result being
j a broken or worse, but wc
have never heard of where a mother
I child falls down a (tight death, of stairs kills her
: and escape until our atten
. tion was called to an accident to Mrs.
I M. A. Owens, of L'115 If St., Washing¬
ton, D. C. We use her language:
“ About two month?
before the time for
my confinement I fell
i! down a long (light of
j/JU^ ^ v stairs and killed
rr ; y m y unborn
'Lild. I know
i / / jXU this,as I never
^ ,WTl il felt it move af
j • terwards and
| WJk & ^j L- \\ <:ou *‘’ )'*' J *
'r&K j '.being sitUm!' Upon
; exam
-
j MX “inns the child was
il)They k, pronounced dead.
decided, as
so favorable and I was well m no pain; doing could
eat finely heartily, in rest that and it was safer
every way, was to
let nature take its course, and left me
with instructions that they be advised
promptly of any unfavorable symptoms.
I had, without the knowledge of anyone
except my husband, been for some weeks
using “Mother’s Friend” with great
relief and could see no reason why 1
should not continue its use, and did so.
Now came a long time of suspense and
waiting prise for developments. continued do To the sur¬
of all I to well, and
got along better than I ever did before
when enciente, although every one, in¬
cluding the physicians, feared the ter¬
mination would he fatal.
Eight weeks and two days from the
time I fell, natural labor came on and
the i^iild was taken away in the usual
manner, and to the surprise of all, I was
found in better condition than ever
before I at any continued previous confinement. ‘Mother’s
had to use
Friend’ up to the last hour, and exper¬
ienced so little trouble that when the
time came was unaware of it, and the
nurse had to make me undress quick
and get in bed. I said to myself, “thisi*
the work of ‘Mother’s Friend,’ and I
.an having an easy time,” as on previous
occasions I Buffered tortures for hours
before.
>> was so easy ly and rapid
o on time to get
m the house. Always before I had trou¬
ble with my breasts, but this time I had
none, as I used ‘Mother’s Friend’ on
them as directed. I had them drawn and
dried without any inconvenience. You
must not forget that it was eight weeks
and two days from the death or the child
before confinement, and I suffered lose
and was stronger than ever before on
such an occasion. My physicians and
friends, marveled at my escape.
I know that “Mothers’ Friend” saved
my life, and hope every expectant
mother will use it. It robs the fio*l
hour of terrible suffering and leaves her
stronger and makes recovery more results rapid.
I have learned of marvelous
where only one bottle had been used, but
the sooner “Mothers’Friend” is begun
and the longer used, the better for the
mother when the hour arrives.
The Bradfield Regulator Co., of At
lanta, Ga., will mail free to any expect
an ^ mother their little book containing
valuable information and voluntary tes
timonials from ladies who have used
‘Mothers’Friend” with happy result*.
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Knew How It Would Be.
The simplicity of children is some¬
times hard to fathom. In the follow¬
ing case, for instance, reported by an
exchange, was the boy’sinnocence real
or affected?
He had brought home his monthly
school report, which made a poor
showing.
“That is very unsatisfactory,” said
his father as he looked it over. “I am
not at all pleased with it.”
“I knew you wouldn’t he,” answered
the little boy. “I told the teacher so,
but she said she couldn’t change it.”—
Youth’s Companion.
She Obeyed Orders.
“I thought you had a good girl,
Bloom?”
“I had.”
“What became of her?”
“I told her to get up early and
dust.”
“Well?”
“She got up and dusted.”—Detroit
Press.