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JOSHUA JONES, PUBLISHER.
VOL. II.
Bridge Builders.
AYo build a bridge of trust
From uigbt to morn.
A mystic arch of dre;im3
Till day is born. '
We build a bridge of trust
From friend to friend,
And often break the span
Wo cannot mend.
We build a bridge of trust
From shore to shore,
And shadow figures steal across
At peace forevermore.
—Florence A. Munroe in Detroit Free Press.
The Old Cherry Farm.
BY HELEN WHITNEY CLARK.
“Sock a reediklis thing to do!” de¬
clared Aunt Lurainey Mulford. “I
sh’u’d say Hazel wasn’t in her sane
senses.”
The Mulford connection, far and
near, were terribly exercised ovor the
fact that Hazel Heatherton had in¬
vested six hundred dollars for the old
Cherry Farm.
“An old jxlace that ain’t wurtlx
shucks,” they asserted.
When Uncle Hezekiah Mulford
died, leaving a thousand 'dollars to
each of his two unmarried nieces, , the
two girls were looked upon as heir¬
esses by the numerous kin-folk living
in and around the little village of
Dripping Springs.
But when Hazel, in spite of all op¬
position, insisted on investing six
hundred dollars of her legaoy in the
farm, as already stated, and invited
Aunt Comfort Mulford to live with
her, their discontent knew no
bounds.
“She might of invested her legacy
safe with me,” complained Uncle
Zeke, “an’ I’d of give her five per
cent intrust on it. She could o’ lived
good on that; but no, she must go
an’ spend her money fust thing ’fore
Uncle Hezekiah -was fairly cold in his
grave.”
“That ole place won’t grow nothin’
but pusley an’ cockle-burs,” groaned
Aunt Lurainey. “She’ll starve to
death on it, shore. ”
It’ll be a jedgement on her, if Blxe
does,” declared Uncle Zeke, grimly
shaking his head as he lighted his
cob-pipe with a coal from the fire¬
place.
And the rest of the kin-folks agreed
with him, and prophesied all manner
of ill-fortune for Hazel. All, that is,
with the exception of Cousin John
Mulford and his wife, Arvilla.
They pushed her in her unpopular
proceeding. Cousin John even went
and mended the roof of the leaky but
picturesque little cottage, which stood
on a grassy hillside, sheltered by the
sweeping branches of half a dozen or
more black-heart cherry-trees which
had given the place its name.
“It’s a pretty place,” averred Cous¬
in John. “An’ Hazel will have a
home there if she ain’t got nothin’
else. Her an’ Aunt Comfort ’ll live
as happy as cows in a clover-field.”
But the other relatives shook their
heads and drew long faces over Ha
zel’s future prospects.
“She might of bought a lot in town
if she most have property,” they
grumblecl.
But Hazel only laughed at thoir
forebodings.
“I never had a home of my own,”
she said, “and I guess the old place
will support me and Aunt Comfort as
well as the robins that live up in the
l cherry trees.”
And when the three rooms of the
cottage were scoured as clean as soap
and water could make them, the walls
newly whitened, and the rooms filled
with pretty household furniture Hazel
had bought, and which Cousin John
brought out with his oxteam, the
young mistress of Cherry Farm felt a
serene content in her possessions that
all the ill-natured forebodings of the
Mulford clan failed to disturb.
THE WILL OF THE PEOPLE 18 THE SUPREME LAW.
Four GAINES. GA., FRIDAY. FEBRUARY It. 18 M.
“Thar you air, Hazel—snug ns a
luig in a rug 1 ” said Cousin John,
mopping his face with his roil cotton
handkerchief, as ho started the lum¬
bering oxen on their homoward way.
‘An’ when you git yer plunder all put
to rights, me an’ Arvilly’ll come an’
make you a visit.”
“Be 6ure you do,” cried Hazel
brightly. “And when the cherries
are ripe, Arvilla can havo all she wants
to put up.”
Melzena Mulford, Uncle Hezekiak’s
other legatee, was no less loud in her
denunciation of Hazel’s investment.
“How does sho evor expect to git
married I’d like to know,” sho com¬
mented, “away off in that lonely old
place, with nobody but poky Aunt
Comfort for company? But I don’t
care, I’m sure, if sho wants to make
nn old maid of herself. I’m a-goiu’ to
have the good of my money while I’m
young.”
She accordingly indulged herself in
the purchase of numerous and expen¬
sive dresses and gewgaws, banged and
frizzed her hair in the latest style,
carried a scarlet parasol in her village
walks, and after enjoying the triumph
of exhibiting herself and her new pos¬
sessions to the inhabitants of Dripping
Springs, she announced her intention
of going to the seashore for the sum¬
mer.
“Going a-kusband hunting, ’’de¬
clared the gossips. “There ain’t no¬
body good enough for her in Dripping
Springs.”
But if Melzena heard'them she paid
no heed to their gossip, but packed
her new big Saratoga trunk with her
new finery and set out on her long
journey.
As the weeks passed on, Hazel and
Aunt Comfort enjoyed themselves in
their new home, in spite of the evil
prognostications.
And indeed, though the dissatisfied
kinfolk shook their head over Hazel
and her doings, they were very well
pleased to ride out to the farm on
summer afternoons and eat their fill
of the ripe, black heart cherries, or
drink tea from Hazel’s flowered china
tea cups; or to spend the day and dine
on fried chicken, green peas, new
potatoes and other early vegetables,
raised by the industry of Hazel and
Aunt Comfort.
( c Married? No ; nor I don’t never
expect to be,” solemnly asserted Mr.
Nicholas Bycroft, as ho fastoned the
hasp of his trunk, and took down his
breech-loading rifle to see that it was
in order.
For Mr. Nicholas was making final
preparations for his journey to Texas,
where he was going into stock-raising
on a cattle ranch of several hundred
acres.
“Get married, indeed!” he con¬
tinued, muttering to himself. “There
ain’t more’n one girl in a hundred I’d
have, an’ like as not that one wouldn’t
have me. If there was a girl now
that thought of anything besides
a-curling her hair an’ dressing herself
up in silks an’ furbelows, an’ had any
idee of what a home ought to be, I
dun know but I might—But pshaw !
if there’s any sick girls, I’ve never
come across ’em, an’ never expect to.
I’ll be an old bachelor an’ live by my¬
self, like Uncle Tom.”
“Bless me, Hazel!” cried Aunt
Comfort, one bright summer morning,
“here’s your Cousin John an’ Arvilly
a-comin’ out in the spring wagon, an’
a man with ’em. Who kin it be?
’Taint the minister, I know, fur he’s
more grizzled lookin’ an’ hain’t got a
p’inted moustache like this one.”
It was baking-day and Hazel was in
the kitchen, her sleeves rolled up and
her cheeks flushed to a bright damask
red.
“I hope the best tablecloth is clean,
whoever it is,” she returned, peeping
into the oven at a pan of cherry tarts
that wore almost swimming in their
own crimson juioe.
Tbo stranger with the “p’inted
numstache” proved to bo Mr.
Nicholas Bycroft, who hud stopped
on his journey to spond 11 week with
his Cousiu Arvilla, John Mulford’s
wife.
Mr. Bycroft’s first visit to Cherry
Farm was by no means his last ouo,
ami, for some reason or other, his
week’s visit stretched to a month, and
tho month had almost doubled itself,
and still ho lingered at his cousin’s,
near Dripping Springs.
One summer night ho stood with
Hazel on tho latticed porch at Cherry
Cottage, the soft moonbeams filtering
down through tho scarlet bcau-viues
overhead.
“There ain’t another woman in the
world 1 ever wanted to marry, Hazel
—only you,” whispered Nicholas ear¬
nestly. “I want a wife that can help
me to make a homo and to enjoy it
after it is made. Think of my big
ranch out in Texas, now. I shall livo
there a lonely old bachelor all my
days, unless you go with mo. Say,
Hazel, will you go?”
And so, much to tho delight of
Cousin John’s folks, and tho surprise
of other relations, tho wealthy cattlo
rancher carried Hazel off, to be mis¬
tress of his Texas homo.
Aunt Comfort was left in possession
of Cherry Farm, rent free, for tho
rest of her days, and here Melzena
Mulford was glad to seek an asylum
when she returned from the seashore,
with only a remnant of her legacy
left and with no prospects of marriage
settlements on hand.—Saturday Night,
Banking Underground.
A Cleveland architect thinks that
tho occupancy underground quarters
by a large bank in that city is going
to mark a revolution in building. Ho
says: “The idea is not now, but in
this case it has been greatly developed
and I look for startling results. It
has been shown that with the aid of air
shafts and other appliances quarters
a story below ground may bo rendered
far more comfortable than those above
and with care exercised in the venti¬
lation these quarters will doubtless
prove perfect from a sanitary stand¬
point. If this is so one story below
ground, why not three or four, und
if two, three or four, why not ten or
twelve if necessary? This may solve
the problem of economy in building
space and do away with the sky-scrap¬
ing buildings that in other cities aro
already causing unfavorable com¬
ment. It may be a long timo hence,
but I believe the time will come when
there are as many buildings ten sto¬
ries underground as there are that
number above tbo surface of tho
ground.” This sounds chimerical,but
perhaps it i* not. —Banker’s Encyclo¬
pedia Monthly.
An Ascent ol’ Mount Ararat.
Another asce.at of Mount Ararat has
been made by a party of four Rus¬
sians—M. Pastuehoff, Capts, Griboy
edoff und Dragomiroff, of tho Caucas¬
ian general staff, and a Cossack officer
named Posharski. The party, all
mounted, started early in the morning
with a couple of servants in charge of
sumpter mules. At an elevation of
9,500 feet the cattle had to be left be¬
hind, and the party, proceeding on
foot, had reached an altitude of 14,-
700 feet at sundown. Here they en>
camped for the night, and on the fol¬
lowing morning climbed to the east
ern summit of Greaf Ararat, where a
number of scientific observations were J
taken. The next day the party
reached the highest point of the west- ; !
ern summit, at an altitude of 16,918 i
feet.—New York Post.
The mouth of the lobster is small, i j
and he must tear his food to piece* i j
with his claws before he can devour if.
ONE DOLLAR PER ANNUM-
Homc.ncc of a Wig.
A tragic ending of a comic scono
j„. 8 resulted in the heroine of the ad
venture being convoyed to the hospital
p, u v <tv precarious state, while the
hero is securely under lock and key
„) of the Pcrfeottiro of Po
lice in Paris. Tho wholo affair turned
on some silly fun and stupid horseplay
about, a wig. A young man had been
fuciuatud by tin' attractions of a girl
„ | 0NV V(!artt his junior and had asked
to be permitted to pay his attentions
to her, but she was by no means dis
posed to return tho compliment, ns
he had become very bald through ill
ness, and, as tho object of bis affec¬
tions concisely put it, she would never
dream of marrying any one with no
hair on his head.
Tho youth meditated over his dis
comlituro, and then a happy thought
flashed upon him. Ho would repair
tho ravages ol „ unkind , . , nature by , a re¬
course to art,and ’ forthwith ho wended
liia way to a hairdresser’s shop and
'
became i tbo delighted i i posses i cr „
. ,
wig with curls and love-locks andolab
arato parting in front and behind, which
as ho fondly ’ hoped, 1 would produce r
the desired impression on tho heart
of tho obdurate young woman.
Thus adorned, he proceeded that
evening to a restaurant, where she
was dining with some friends, but to
his horror, she not only burst out
laughing when ho appeared on the
scene, but presently made a dnsh at
bis wig, which she tore off, revealing
liia donuded head to tho astonished
gazo of tho party. lhe youth on
denvored to wrest tho wig from her
grasp, und so, finding herself hard
pressed, , tno ,, fan , . ruaulen ... passt „, d i ■, t
over to the other sido of the room,and
then, as ignorant of the fact, ho still
struggled, she dealt him a slap in the
face.
Beside himself with disappointment
and wrath, the young mau snatched a
k„ifc, from tho table, ami era the apee
tutors of the scene could interfere, he
stabbed the girl in the neck. Cries of
dismay now resounded instead of peals
of laughter which had hitherto rent
the air us the young woman fell faint
ing to the floor. The police were sum
mAiied, and while tho youth was led
off in custody, the girl was taken to
the shop of a neigboring druggist
pending her removal to the hospital,
It iH feared that sho will not recover.
—London Telegraph.
A Mystery of the Law.
In a case not a thousand miles from
Fort Worth, after a killer was ac¬
quitted, the wife of his victim
brought suit against him and was
promptly awarded a considerable sun,
by wav of damages, lhe lerdict was
upheld by the Supreme Court, The
criminal law said the slayer was inno
cent. The civil law said he was
guilty. If the bitter was wrong, he
was robbed of his sustenance by the
law, with the connivance of the Su
prime Court.—Fort Worth (Texas)
Gazette.
Crusade Against Student Duels.
In some of the German universities
the faculty ot into has begun to show
unusuul severity in dealing with the
“mensuren” (student) duels), and in
Halle Rector Droyseu announces that
tho jiarlicipunts in such duels will
be rigorously punished, and that,
more especially, roaming the streets
by students exhibiting half-bealed sa
ber cuts in the face must stop.—Chi
cago Record.
His Bluff Called.
He—I was going to ask you to go
sleighing with me today, but there’s
no snow on the ground.
She—Then, lam afraid, you will
have to get a carriage.—Puck.
The Navy Department has estab
lished in compact form all of the laws,
state and national relating to the navai
militi*
NO. <i.
THE DRUG OLERK-’si STORY.
IIo Tulle* of ITonlarlie* mi l Nnrvoimueo
and Dim a C'nro lor Itnth.
From th 1 ' Kvrniny \V>r.«, X' lrark, A’. J.
It was the drug clerk's turn to toll a story
of one of his KX|M'floni’OS, an l tho reporter,
expecting something goo.!, as usual, settled
himself comfortably In u chair prepared to
give his undivided attention to the speaker.
The latter was Henry Maier. who resides with
his parents on Acqueduot Street, Newark,
N. -T., and who hands out modleiuo over th®
counter of Or. Andrew F. Purkhardt’s drug
store at 271 Orange Street, this city.
“Perhaps I can do nothin . Letter," he La¬
gan, “than to tell you the secret of my good
health, it Is a story that I have told to
many, recently, and as it resulted in good
In each case, it may he worth your while to
listen to it. To begin with, l was not always
strong and robust, as 1 am now. T.ong hours
of work and hard study had loft me in a
wretched condition. Frightful, ready lingering at
headaches found me a victim, and
times l was so nervous that tho dropping of
a pin would cause me to give a violent start, of
and then I would bo seized with a fit
trembling that was, to put it mildly, exceed
Jngly bothersome. Well, I began to doctor
myself. Now I flatter myself that I know
something of mo Heine; but with all my
knowledge, I could find nothing that would
cure those terrible headaches or put an cud
to my extreme nervousness. When I picked
«P I hud *, b the ® ttl *®y chills, hBn and 2 Til" it wiu a powder as though that
i was handling 1 stood il good chance of
sprinkling it all over those black and trousers,
fpi^ngs went from bad to worse, I soon
realized that a mauoi my physical condition
had better not attempt to mix any medicine.
“ ‘Trv a box of Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills,’
said Dr. Burkhardt, one day; and as you
know the doctors advice is always worth
following, I got the Pink Pills and began to
take them. Aladdin’s lamp never performed believe
the wonders of these pills. Would you
itF Before I had taken the contents at one
box my headache began to give me a day off
occasionally, and soon it left iue entirely.
How about my nervousness'/ Well, tho pills
put an end to that wltn almost startling
abruptness. You see I know enough about
the business to appreoiuto the Importance of
following the prescribing physicians' direc¬
tions, and by paying strict attention to thos®
given by Dr. Williams with each box of his
Pink Pills, I was soon another fellow. Look
at me now! A picture of health, eh/ Well,
that is what Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills will
( ) 0 f 0I R man, or a woman either. Hee, I
^YhitlYwo
months ago and—
“What Is it. ma’m?" he asked as a neatly
dressed woman came up to the counter. “A
box of Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills.” “Yos,
ma’m, flftv cents, please. Thank you.’’
“These Pink I’ills are great things,” said
Mr. Maier as he turned to tho reporter again,
and the latter, afior all he had heard, thought
so too.
Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills contain all the
elements necessary to give new life and
richness to the blood and restore shattered
-rjm ”"*•»'» {“tSKS
Medicine Company. Schenoct-i Iv, N. Y., for
60c. per box, or six boxes for 12.50.
Wreck-Proof Mall (’fir.
One of the latest and most com
mcndable improvernents made by
bncle Sam is a robber and wreck¬
proof mail which 1ms just ... been
car,
put into service upon some of the east¬
ern roads. Heretofore when there lias
been a wreck, tho mail oar being tho
frailest car on the train, was most fre¬
quently the one smashed to splinters,
and the unfortunate mail clerks had
one chance in a hundred of escaping
even in a badly battered condition.
The death roll of railway clerks for
tho past twenty years mounts up into
the hundreds, and scor< u of men have
been crippled for life in wrecks, be
tho Bbock of col)iljioil aH weU tt8 the
passenger coaches, The new car is
designed to withstand almost any
shock. They have no platforms at the
ends, and the framework of the car is
of tough, yellow pine, lined with
sheets of steel. The end purts of the
cars are framed with angles of iron,
and the whole structure is a model of
strength, impervious to the bullets of
a train robber and constructed to re¬
sist to tho last degree tho rending
force of a collision. If it proves suc¬
cessful, the government will at least
have recognized the dangerous poai
^ion of its mail clerks, who have here
tofore carried their lives in their hands
almost while at work on the road.
9400 In Frizes on Oats amt Com.
Last year wo offered $200 for the biggest
yield on oats. 209 bushels Silver Mine Oats
won. This year we offer $200 more on
oats, $100 on Silver King Barley, a Barley
yielding in 1895116 bushels per acre, and £103
on Golden Triumph, Yellow Dent Corn, lhe
corn of your dreams! >
What’s Teosinte and Sand Vetch and Saea
line and Latbyrus and Giant Spurry and
Giant Incarnate Clover ant^ lots of sueh
things/ Tiiev’ll make you rich if you plant
aplenty. Catalogue tells you.
If you will cut this out and rend it
with 10c. postage to tho John A. Salter Meed
Co., La Crosse, Wis., yon will get, free. 10
grasses and grains, including above oat®,
barley, corn and their mammoth catalogue.
Catalogue alone 5c. (A. C.)
Parker s Ginger Tonic is Foi'iilar
for good work. Suffering, soothing sleepless, reviving nervous
women find nothing *o and