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<3 c nines Sentinel 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 | >—‘i-w* «"*** 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 NO. 48. I n | 1 ^ 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*. “i. proml °“‘ 8 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.