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JOSHUA JONES, PUBLISHER.
VOL. I.
The White Island.
In Counterpane country aro hills of snow,
Smooth ami white for the weary feet;
And blossoms of healing that greenly grow,
All untarnished by frost or heat
And dreamy rivers their sea do meet,
Never rippled by wind or rain;
And shadows walk in the silent street
That leads through the city of Counterpane.
On Counterpane coast there are breakers low,
Whispering echoes of ancient rliymo;
Swaying and shimmering to and fro,
And singing softly from time to time.
And if on the milk-white cliffs you climb,
A beautiful rounded sward you gain,
"Where scents of lilac and flowering lime
Come down from the city of Counterpane.
From Countorpane hills you may gaze below
On dusky forest and dim ravine;
No fear of evil that land doth know,
Nor cares nor sorrows therein are seon.
But the lords of May-be and Must-have-been
Bid one ride in their golden train,
And a languorous, luminous glow serene
Suffuses the city of Counterpane.
—Pall Mall Gazette.
A Water-Barrel Cure.
Mrs. Priscilla Mundy was hard at
Work over the week’s wash, when a
loud knock caused her to wipe her
red, suds-blistered hands, smooth out
her thin hair, roll down her sleeves,
and walk quickly to the door.
A woman of her own age and her
exact counterpart, so far as face and
form were concerned, stood in the
rickety porch, surrounded by a big
collection of bags, baskets and bun¬
dles.
“Matilda,” cried Mrs. Mundy.
And then tears moistened her eyes
and she clasped the visitor in her bony
arms.
The newcomer then returned the
embrace and kissed Mrs. Mundy af¬
fectionately.
“You look awful worn and tired,
Priscilla, ” she observed, as the latter
led the way into the meanly furnished
parlor. “How’s everybody ?”
Mrs. Mundy sighed before she made
reply. She had a great fashion of
sighing of late, and goodness knows
she had sufficient cause to.
“I’m washing,” she answered, apol¬
ogetically', “aud I suppose the hard
work does make a body look worn and
tired. The children are all well.
They’re all at school except Tommy.
He’s gone to town with his father.” ■
“So he’s gone to town,” observed
Matilda, with a particularly strong
emphasis on the “he’s.”
“Yes,” was the faint response.
“In harvest timcj too, and all the
place going to rack and ruin right un¬
der his eyes,just for lack of attention!
Priscilla, why don’t you put your foot
down?”
“Oh, Matilda," was the faint pro.
test.
“Now, look, here, Priscilla Mundy
—Priscilla Bebee that was,” she con
nued, resolutely; “I’ve come to stop
month, and I’ll just tell you things
have got to go different while I’m
here. John’s folks told me how
shamefully yon were being treated.
Wliy, they said he wouldn’t allow you
to pay them a visit, aud Maria de¬
clared that you didn’t have a decent
gown to your back.”
Mrs. Mundy hung her head and the
tears started afresh.
“I stopped at John’s as I came on,’’
continued Matilda — who, by the way,
was Mrs. Muady’s twin sister—“and
they told me to make you come up*
and spend a month with ’em”
“I can’t leave, Matilda, just now.
What with”-began Mrs. Mundy.
But her sister interrupted her.
“Nonsense!” she cried. Don’t
make excuses to me. You’ve got to
go, and that’s the long and short of
it. The coach will be by here in half
an hour, and I told the driver to stop.
Put on one of my dresses and make
yourself look decent, for John’s folks
see a lot of company, and Maria is
mighty dressy. Here’s $5 to pay
jrour expenses."
THE WILL OP THE PEOPLE 18 THE SUPREME LAW.
GAINES, GA., FRIDAY. DECEMBER l:l. 1895.
She handed tho shining gold to tho
bewildered woman, and gently pushed
her from tho room.
“What’ll Tom say?” ventured Mrs.
Mundy, timidly, ns they climbed tho
rickety stairs together.
“I’ll attend to him!” was Matilda’s
confident and rather spiteful answer,
“Say no more about it.”
And Mrs. Mundy, who recognized
and felt powerless to resist tho supe¬
rior will force of her sister, allowed
herself to be “made up." And when
the coach stopped at the door on its
return trip she was ready for the visit
to her brother John,who lived twenty
miles distant.
“Now, have a good time,Priscilla,"
she said, as she gave the poor woman
a farewell kiss. “I’ll keep things
moving at home.”
When tho coach rolled away and
was lost from view in a cloud of dust
Miss Matilda Bebee entered the
house aud resumed her interrupted
work.
By 3 o’clock the clothes were hang¬
ing on the lino, the kitchen had been
cleared up, and the other rooms swept
and the beds made.
Now she hustled about preparing
supper, and was mixing up dough for
a cake when a small boy knocked
timidly at the kitchen door.
“Well?” was Matilda’s inquiry, as
she opened the door.
“Please, Mis’ Mundy,” began the
urchin, “ma sent me over to ask you
if Willie an’ the girls could stop at
our house to-night?”
“Yes, they can stay,” was the an¬
swer ; and the boy, with a muttered
“Thankee, mom!” bobbed his head
and ran away.
“Now I’ll have him all to myself,”
said Matilda aloud, and her sharp
eyes twinkled maliciously. “And I’ll
be bound he’ll learn a lesson this day
that ho won’t soon forget—the
brute 1”
She had supper on the table when
the sounds of wheels were heard, and
peejiing through the window, she saw
a red wagon with yellow wheels,
drawn by a bony horse just turning
the corner of the house.
A man and a boy were on the scat.
The boy was driving and the man
reeled backward and forward when¬
ever the wheel of the vehicle ran
against an obstruction.
“Drunk, as usual,” was Matilda’s
comment, as the. wagon halted before
the kitchen door.
The man alighted and walked un¬
steadily towards the house. Tho boy
drove the horse on to the barn.
The face of the man, who was no
other than Mundy, was red and
flushed, and he kicked open the door
and staggered into the room.
Matilda looked up quickly and her
eyes flashed. He caught the gleam
and strode towards her.
“Don’t ye look at me that way,” he
cried, balancing on his heels. “Give
me my supper
“Whensupper’s ready you can have
it,” answered Matilda, quietly, al¬
though her lips twitched convulsively
and her hands were clasped nervously.
11 Aud when you come into the house
you needn’t kick down the doors.
They were made for to be opened.’’
“What?” gasped the man.
“You heard what I said,” answered
Matilda, “i’m tired of your bullying
and I want you to stop it, or it’ll be
worse for you,”
Tom Mundy stared at the woman he
supposed his wife in mute astonish¬
ment. She had never talked to him
like this before, and he did not know
what to make of it.
“I’ll do what I please in my own
heuse!” he cried, hotly.
“I reckon you won’t, if you go
showing me any more of your tan¬
trums. ”
“I won’t, hey?” he cried, and rais¬
ing his foot, he kicked the table spite¬
fully- “We’ll see who’s master here.”
The blow was a powerful ono, and
the table, with its load of china foil
to tho floor with a crash.
Miss Matilda Boboo sprang towards
the vandal, and her gray eyes flashed
lire.
“Wo will sec who is mnstor lioro!”
she cried.
And before the astonished man
could comprehend tho meaning of her
sudden onslaught, she seized him
around the waist, pinioning his arms
close to his sides, lifted him from tho
floor and bore him, kicking and strug
gling, through the open door.
A barrel of rain water stood under
the eaves, and into thissho soused tho
yelling man, head first.
Again and again lie was plunged into
the cold water, until nearly suffocated
and gasping for breath, he begged
piteously for mercy.
“You’ve got enough, have you?”
cried Matilda, and she soused him
under again.
t. Yes,” he gasped.
-1 You’ll kick over the tables, will
you?” she cried, and once more she
forced his head beneath the water.
“No, no, Priscilla 1” ho pleaded.
“I’ll do whatever yon say.”
She released her hold and pointed
towards the shed.
“Go in there,''’ she said, “and I’ll
bring you out some dry clothes. I
want you to understand that hereafter
you’ve got to behave yourself.
' 1”
t 4 Yes, Priscilla
He presented a pitiable sight, ana
Miss Matilda could hardly restrain her
laughter.
She turned aud entered the house,
and the thoroughly cowed bully slunk
into the woodshed.
Matilda brought him dry clothes,
and he dressed himself.
She waited outside and when tho
change was completed, ojiened the
door aud stood beside him.
’For an hour she remained closeted
with the now thoroughly sobered
man, and when they finally came out
and entered the house, there were
traces of tears in the eyes of both.
Little Tom, hearing the uproar, had
remain ed at the barn, and when Ma
tilda had cleared up tho broken
crockery and arranged the table, went
out and called him in to supper.
Tom Mundy ate his food in silence
and tears occasionally started to his
eyes.
‘‘I’ll go over after her to-morrow,
Matilda,” ho said, as ho pushed his
chair back; “and if I ever touch
liqnor :— . I hope it - may choke , ,
again,
"or
1 hat s „ the way , to ,,, talk, agreed
Matilda. “I’m tired of oi wandering wandering
about from pillar to post, and here
after I intend to live with you. Ill
let you bare the money to pay off the
mortgage and Ex the place up, auu
as long as you act like a man I’m
your friend.”
Hhe was as good ns her word, and
six months after her arrival the
Mundv place had undergone a start
ling transformation.
The house was newly painted anil
cozily furnished, the fences had been
repaired thereof of the barn mended,
an i poor Priscilla Mundy fonntP her
husband, from whose brutality she
had so often suffered, changed into a
kind, indulgent, hardworking, , , sober ,
man.
“It’s all due to Matilda,” he said,
one day, as he looked out over his
well-tilled fields, with his arms around
his wife’s waist: “ail due to Matiida,
and thjit water barrel.”
He kissed his wife’s upturned face
and brushed away the tears of j©7
which glistened in her eyes.
“Thank heaven for the water bar¬
rel!” she whispered, and returned
the kiss. —Cleveland Press.
The largest landed estate is that of
the Czar Nicholas of Russia, 100,000,
000 acres.
>’o More Hire Throwing.
Fashion’s freaks aro not always so
unuttefably silly as hor stern oppo*
neats would have ono believe. For in
stance, when she decreed that rice
throwing at weddings was to come to
1111 eud . * ll(! sensibly signed the death
warrant of a barbarous and dangerous
cuptom. I he foolish practice obtains
now only among those w ho always will
cling to ft custom because it is ti etts*
tom. Ia fashionable sets hero or
abroad it has been agreed that too
much serious damage has boon done
bride and groom by the hard littlo
grains not to make some necessary
substitute.
In addition, however, ’ to marriage K
bells and festive garments, some out
let sceme-I needfnl to r .Uo feel
ings tho occasion is supposed to
And ... Bn gland , con
arouse. in paper
fetti are having quite a vogue. These
are disks , ox .. paper about , , the size o! a
letter wafer, variously colored and
stamped in silver or gold. Armed
with cornucopias full of these, the
bridesmaids aalnte the “happy pair”
as they leave the parental mansion.
It is easily conceivable what a pretty 1 J
and effective scene could be made of
this custom, especially as our wed¬
dings run nowadays to a “color.” A
pink wedding with pink cornucopias
and pink confetti, stamped in gold
Would infallibly have delicious .
a
memory picture for tho guests.
The real confetti of Italian carnival
fame are little balls made of starch
and water. Ibey were so constructed
as to break when thrown, aud in
breaking scatter tho starch powder
over the person whom they struck.
It was often painful to get these
stiDging blows on cheek or neck, and,
like the rice, they are passing out of
use.
But tho paper confetti is as littl
likely to become really popular as tho
rice, for the reason of the mess it
makes when scattered over house and
grounds, Crumbled paper lying about
18 us ugly as tho aggravating rico
grains crunching under the passer-by’s
| foot, and the general run of house
j keepers, whether of high or low de
gree, detest a “muss.”—New York
Herald.
Volcanic Ibis t.
It is a curious aud interesting fact
that volvanic dust is so light that it
will flout in the air for u long time,
and may be carried to a distance that
in tho light of our ordinary knowl
edge seems incredible. Passengers
on a ship nearly nine hundred miles
from volcano ■, found dust that had
a
beea earned .hrongb tk. air by oa,
rents and had settled on the vessel in
sufficient «- • . quantity to be easily gath
ered and examined. YHcroscopic hi
vestigation fixed tho substance as
po.itmly It i, »omc
-what in the nature of glass
or a vitrified substance very strongly
resembling it. In Texas, Nebraska
and . . parts , ot the ., ... West , there .,
various
are enormous, deposits of volcanic
d„Bt. Just where this came from is a
source of much speculation,and scien
fists are trying to fix the locality
whence it^proceeded. Of course, it is
no f impossible thut there may have
Been volcanoes in Rome portions of
our land, but that the site of them is
obscured by ordinary earth, veg table
growth and other substances which
have resolved themselves into
usual soil of such localities,—New
York Ledger.
Romance of a Cuban Patriot.
At a meeting of the- Veterans of tho
Ninth Volunteers Infantry of Cincin
nati, recently, ,, it was announced , that
Carl Roloff, the present minister of
war of Cuba, was a former member of
the regiment, whose name is Carl
Hook. He came from Germany, en
listed in the ninth in 1831, deserted
October 10,1861, and went to Cuba.
He was censpicuous in the revolution
of 1868.—New York Observer.
ONE OOLUR PER MNUR-
NO. 40.
A FATHER'S DESPAIR,
A SimI Vlllictlon of » Fimr Year. Old
Child.
from thr CitizenJournal, Atlanta, Trxat.
Tuesday morning, August 13th, tho editor
of the Journal , in company with G. W. l'ay>»
lor, the stableman of Linden, Texas, drove
out sovou miI os northwest of Linden to th«
residence of Mr. John Millor. Wo wore re*
ceived and well entertained by Mr. and Mrs.
Miller. Their sou, Buford J. Miller, at about
four yonrsold, became pale an.l weak and
nothing seemed to do him any Rood. Ite
continued in this condition until he was
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but little for weeks afterward. At twelv®
p>nrs of age his feet and legs began to swell,
\ynsa bS P <£L! o?dTopsy h1,hyHiciftu Sftld
Mr. Miller had two good physicians to
treat him; first Dr. Mills, A J. Oliver, of Linden,
ami then Dr. J. P. of Almira, Texas,
They both, SIX'S" after making a trial, gnreupthe
“ff r .
medicines, without any good result. Ife
had spent much money an I his son Iluford
appeared to have no blood, no appetite, and
was so weak that he could not walk a Imn
dred Miller yards without stopping to rest. Mr.
had given tip in despair when one
day a neighbor, Rev. 8. G. Echals, who lives
near Mr. Linden, Miller said advised him to hope, try Pink Pills. did
he had no anti
not t want to m.ako tho trial, but his neighbor
insisted. The next question was where
could ho get tho pills. He went to Jefferson,
and found that J. F. Crow, a druggist, had
them. Mr. Crow was an old neighbor and
friend ami persuaded him to give tho pills
a thorough trial, promising that if ho would
take t hnw boxes and Buford received no
benefit from them ho would ohnrge nothing. Pill*
Mr. Miller took three boxes of Pink
home with him, and says before Buford had
taken one box there was a wonderful Im¬
provement. This was about eighteen months
W- T"-day Buford Miler Is a stout hearty
young man about nineteen years old.
We met several of his schoolmates at Linden
who state there has been a wonderful change
In Buford Miller. He is well known by the
people of Linden.
with His mother, about Mrs. Miller, was also suffering afflicted
dropsy seven years,
much In thespring or the year. Aftersecing
that Pink Pills were benefiting her son she
concluded to try them for herself. This was
about a year ago, and she "remarked that if
it had not been for Pink Pills she did not
know what would have become of iter. She
had no symptoms of dropsy the past spring.
She said too much can not be said in praise
of Pink Pills.
Mr. Mill or referred ns to J. F. Stoveal), (he
druggist in Linden; Eb. Prarxier, merchant,
and many others who are well acquainted
with his family and know the facts. People
I)r. Williams’ Pink Pills for Pale
are not a patent medicine in the sense that
nami > implies. They were first compounded
as a prescription and used as such in gen
oral practice by an eminent physician. So
Kwat was their ciiPwy that was deemed
wise to place them within the reach of all.
They are now manufactured by the Dr.
Williams’ Medicine Company, Schenectady,
N. Y., and are sold in boxes (never in loose
.form by the dozen or hundred,and the pub¬
lic are cautioned against numerous imita¬
tions sold in this shape) at 60 cents a box, or
six boxes for t2.. r .u ami may be had of all
druggists or direct by mail from Dr. Will
iiuua’ Medicine Company.
UUOTECT Uf-KKS OF “KOVAL.”
Baiting Powder Company Wins Its Case
in United Stnt*« Court.
The decision of Judge Shu waiter in a re¬
cent case that came up before him sustains
the claims of the Boyai Oompaoy ‘Royal” to the trade- ox
elusive use of the name ■ as a
Inq^rta^^e^of'^iilfileeisi'liMtonslsts which it to themill- In the
protection of assures of Royal Bnk
ions consumers
i n « Powder. The excellence of this
over. Its high standard of quality having
been always maintained, consumers ‘'Royal" hav*
com0to rely Implicitly upon and the efficient,
brand ns most wh'-l'-s-uno
^f" h H *
tho name wed known, reputable
Ron of th<* Royal leaking Powder Company
by/. HgidpiSS
tion of them makes such imitations of its
brand extremely rare.
ll#*rtiiu**-4 Fiimiot In* Cured
by io -al applications, as they cannot reach the
cli-easeil portion of the * car. There is only one
vyftv to cure Deafne--*. and 1 1. tt in by consti¬
tutional remedies, peafnesH eauaed by an
inflamed condition of the in neons liniriK of
tb« Eustachian Tube. When this tube nets
inflam d you have a rumbling sound or irn
[ • r fee t tearing, and when it. is entirety closed
ten Inc** is t he c. -n!t. and un <• - the inflarn
mftti i, can t.e ak-ri out mat this tube re¬
stored to it- normal condition, hearinzwiil be
destroyed forever; nine u-c* out ten are
caused by c <farrh. which is not hirer but an in¬
flamed co- dition of the niucott- -urfaccs.
WY* will Kive One H tndred Dollars for any
c-■ o' In on'■- (caused by catarrh) that can*
not tv 1 ur<-d by Ha V Catarrh (Jure. Send
torch - u.ar*. t’r-. Co., Toledo, 0.
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