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JOSHUA PUBLISHER.
YOL. II.
One at a Time.
One step at a time, and that well placed,
We reach the grandest height;
One stroke at a time, earth's hidden stores ■
4 Will slowly come to light:
One seed at a time, and the forest grows,
One drop at a time and the river flows
Into the boundless sea.
One word at a time, and the greatest book
Is written and is road :
One stone at a time, and the palace rears
Aioft its stately head :
One blow at a time, the tree’s cleft through,
And a city will stand where a forest grew
A few short years before.
One foe at a time and he subdued,
And the conflict will be won;
One grain at a time, and the sand of life
■Will slowly all be run;
One minute, another, the hours fly;
One day at a time our lives speed by
/ Into eternity.
One grain of knowledge, and that well
stored,
Another, and more on them;
And as time rolls on, your mind will shine
With many a garnered gem;
Of thought and wisdom. And time will tell
“One thing at a time, and that done well,”
Is wisdom’s proven rule.
—Christian Union.
A BRIDAL PRESENT.
“Another ring at the bell—and an¬
other present 1 Nannie, it is-very nice
to be a bride!”
Alice Dupre spoke a little repining
ly, she was Nannie’s “firs.t brides¬
maid, and was treading the borders of
that Debateable Land where girlhood
has died out and sage middle age has
hardly yet commenced.
Nannie was very pretty, and Mary
. Belton, the other bridesmaid, was a
handsome brunette of twenty
“Nannie, you are doing remarkably
well,” said Mrs. Creswick, complac¬
ently surveying the table spread
with wedding gifts. “That silver tea
service of your Cousin Dudley’s is
really splendid.”
“Yes, and the pearls that Miss Au¬
brey sent,” added Alice.
“Your present is very neat, too, my
dear,” said the old lady kindly; “but
I wonder your Uncle Jared’s has not
come. He asked me about the wed
ding a week ago, and he said he should
send some remembrance.”
Again and. again in the course of
the rapidly darkening winter after¬
noon, the bell pealed, and fresh pre¬
sents were brought in.
* “But where is Uncle Jared’s pre¬
sent ? ” Nannie kept repeating; and
nobody could tell.
y Not until nine o’clock at night did
the much looked-for testimonial ar¬
rive, when Frank Yavasor, the young
bridegroom that was to be, was in the
drawing-room admiring the various
presents.
“From Uncle Jared! I know his
cramped handwriting,” exclaimed
Nannie, as the servant brought in a
square* solid-looking package,
wrapped in brown paper and directed
to “Miss Anna Creswick.” “What
can it be?”
“A set of gold spoons perhaps,”
suggested Alice.
The girls held their breath as Frank
removed the brown paper wrappings.
Alas for the vanity of human expecta¬
tions, it was no spice-breathing casket
— no velvet or morocco case, satin
lined and filled with gold or silver—
It was only a quarto volume bound in
sober brown, and ajiparently well
used.
“A Bible!” ejaculated Alice, dis¬
dainfully.
“Yes, and an old one at that,” said
Mary.
“Here is a note,” said Faank, “let
us see what he says.”
“My Dear Niece:
At this important junction
of your life, I cannot give you a more
fitting offering than the Bible which
was you grandmother’s. You will
probably have trinkets and jewelry in
abundance, but this book will be more
precious than alL Your affectionate
uncle, Jar££> Lee,
THE WILL OF THE PEOPLE IS THE SUPREME LAW,
FOUr GAINES, GA., FRIDAY. FEBRUARY 28. 1896.
Nannie had burst into tears of mor¬
tification.
“Oh, Frank, a rusty old second¬
hand Bible.”
“We can never put that ou the
table, ” said Alice, scornfully. “What
an idea.”
And Uncle Jared's present, long
looked for and loudly heralded, was
put in an obscure corner, where a
pair of statuettes concealed it from
view.
“The mean old miser,” was Mrs.
Creswick’s indignant comment, while
Nannie, who was really fond of her
old uncle, cried:
And hero wo close the volume of
Nannie’s life, to bo opened ten years
afterwards.
There are few homes in which the
lapse of ten years does not make a
wide difference—and iu that of Mr.
and Mrs Vavasor the charge was per¬
haps greater thau the average. They
had lived too fast—a common mistake
—and when once they began to re¬
trench, ill-luck seemed to follow them.
Nannie! the spoiled daughter of a
luxurious home, was learning all the
bitterness of poverty now ! And Frank
—nobody exactly know how—hadrot
rograded in tho world until the hum¬
ble situation of a bank clerk at a sal¬
ary pitifully small, was all the dread
winter left to him.
And when they brought him home
one night with his arm fractured from
a fall on the icy pavement. Nannie
felt that her cup of bitterness was in¬
deed full.
“I don’t mind the pain for myself,”
Frank had said, “but to lie still for
nobody knows how long, and my wife
and tho little ones with , not a cent
ahead! The rent must be paid, and
the grocer’s bill, and tho children
must wear clothes—God help us! I
don’t know what the end of all this is
to be!”
But Nannie knew—and towards twi¬
light, when Frank had fallen into a
troubled slumber, and little Annie sat
watching beside his pillow she put on
her bonnet and stole unseen to an em¬
ployment bureau.
When she returned, it was with a
bundle under her arm—sewing which
she had obtained.
“Oh, Nannie, have we come to
this?” her husband asked, sadly, as
she sat down by his bedside to com¬
mence her task.
“We cannot starve,dear—and there
is just a dollar and a half in your
purse!”
“I know it—but—”
He stopped abruptly and turned his
face to the wall with a groan.
Little Rose came to her mother,
with pleading eyes, at this moment.
“Mamma, can Harry and I have
Uncle Jared’s Bible to look at tho
funny pictures!”
Nannie rose, reached down the
dusty book from its obscure resting
place and placed it on a chair, where
the children could turn over the
leaves at tlieir leisure.
“Be careful not to tearitdear,”
she said, thinking sadly how all
the other gay wedding gifts had
vanished, and how this alone remained
a relic of the days of prosperity
Uncle Jared was dead long ago, and
his money had gone to a hospital.
She was thinking of all the sorrow
full change ten years had wrought, as
she stitched away.
“Mamma,” cried Rose, from the
chair, here are two leave# stuck to¬
gether!”
Nannie leaned over to see. The
child was right. Two leaves in the Book
of Psalms were pasted together by the
edges on all their sides. She-took up
the scissors to separate them, with a
vague, indifferent sensation of curi¬
osity. To her astonishment, two thin
slips of paper dropp 1 out.
“What are these? ’ said inquisitive
Bose, stopping to pick them up.
And Nannie^ scrutinizing them
more clesoly, saw that they were bank
notes for five hundred dollars each!
Sho sat a moment in a sort of be¬
wilderment—and then like a sadden
inspiration, came back to her the
stories she had always heard of Undo
Jared’B strange eccentricities. This
was one of them—the bridal gift ho
had intended to bestow upon her, had
boen hidden away in this strange cas¬
ket. And now, like a special Provi¬
dence, it came to supply her utmost
needs!
She leaned over and placed her hand
upon her sleeping husband’s brow—ho
awoke with a start.
“I have been asleep,” he said,look¬
ing confusedly nt her with that strango
mingling of reality and fancy which
sometimes follow us out of slumber.
“I have been dreaming that we were
rich!”
“We are rich, Frank,” she said in a
voice that trembled. And she told
her tale.
“A thousand dollars! W"e nre rich
indeed!” he exclaimed. “It will sup¬
port us until my arm gets all well
again.”
“It will do that, and have a little
to begin the world anew with,” said
Nannie,with tenrs in her eyes. Poor,
dear Uncle Jared—if he could only
see how very happy ho has made us
both.”
When Vavasor’s tedious recovery
was complete, there were four hun¬
dred dollars left out of Nannie’s care¬
fully hoarded funds—and that four
hundred dollurs fortunately invested,
was tho germ from which sprung first
a modest little competence, then a for¬
tune.
Vavasor is a rich man now, but ho
dates his prosperity back to Uncle
Jared’s bridal present.—New York
York Times.
An Electric l'alaec.
The palatial New York homo of
Charles T. Yerkes, tho Chicago mil¬
lionaire, at Sixty-eighth street and
Fifth avenue, has not only tho most
complete electric lighting, heating,
and ventilating plant of any of tho
several electrically equipped mansions
in the city, but it has the largest
storage battery plant ever installed in
a private residence. A gas engine of
thirty-five horse power in the base¬
ment is bolted to a dynamo, Tho
storage battery consists of sixty cells,
having a capacity of 2.500 hours at a
ten-hour discharge rate, the maximum
discharge ruto being 500 amperes for
four hours;
The house is wired for about 1,200
sixteen-candle-power lumps, and has
besides a electric passenger elevator
and several electric motors for venti
luting, pumping nnd other purposes.
Tho arrangement of the lights is 1
very artistic. The vestibule or recop
tion hall is lighted from above through
cathedral glass in the base of a dome
by 300 lights. Lamps are concealed
within the carving of tho principal
salon, or in rosettes of colored glass
cunningly placed in tho ceilings.
In the library, an apparent framed oil ;
painting, which is really a wonderful
piece of cathedral glass work, is made j
the vehicle of tho flood of light, which
'illuminates the room with the soft
radiance of day.
The Archer Fish.
The archer fish has a natural blow
gun. This a iimal possesses the curi
ous property of being able to shoot
drops of water from its mouth with !
extraordinary accuracy to consider¬
able distance. A fly or small insect
passing over the water has very little
chance of escape from the deadly aim
of the archer fish. j
The night police of Girardville,
Penn., are instructed to arrest all
boys and girls under eighteen year*
of age who are found on the streets
without proper escorts after 8 o’clock !
in the evening, I
Model Training Stable.
I hear that Robert Bonner, the vet¬
eran, will soon erect a largo training
stable on his stock farm, near Tarry-'
town, N. Y. In Mr. Bonner’s well
kept stables this winter thero is shel¬
tered horseflesh to the value of $300,
000. In one row of six stalls there
are six horses worth at any time at
least $125,000. Everything about the
Bonner Stock Farm denotes simplicity
cleanliness and quiot. The training
stables are a model of their kind.
The blacksmith shop, kennels and
breeding stables are each perfectly
designed for the purpose. Though
tho interior of tho building is plain,no
money has boen spared to make the
quarters of tho thoroughbreds as com¬
fortable as possible. Th<j box stalls
nre 10 by 12 feet, and tho floors are of
clay and plank. The upplianoes about
the barn are of tho simplest kind. It
is nt this farm that Mr. Bonuer spends
much of hie time. Ho is his own
driver and trainer, and ho is tho peer
of many of the so-called professionals
of the day. A feature of the farm is
the blacksmith shop. Hero all the
effects of the horsos’, gaits are looked
after. Mr. Bonner discovered that
the secret of keeping a horse sound
lay chiefly iu keeping the bearing of
the foot level. With this iu vioiv he
has one of the best equipped black¬
smith shops, and hoof-curing estab¬
lishments in the world. Mr. Bonner’s
mile track is the finest of its kind iu
Westchester County. Here the great
spood of Maud S. was increased. In
Mr. Bonner’s stables at tho present
j time are Maud S., Sunol, liar us and
Elfrida, and other familiar horses.—
New York Advertiser.
Kittens.
Kittens differ as much as children
in their cairucity for amusing them¬
selves and iu their demands for amuse
merits. One of Princess’s kittens, tho
White Squall, so named from his
practice of standing on the stairs und
howling when left alone, was so de¬
pendent on others and so exacting
that he became a pest. His mother
did not cure for him particularly and
none of his seniors took a fancy to
him. Ho then fell back upon human
beings, and made my life a burden by
yelling on the stairs when ho could
not find me, and tormenting me to
l^ a y ' v 'Bh him when he did. No ball,
bell, or string and spool was of tho
least value to him unless somebody
played with him.
Ho would climb into my lap, scram¬
ble across my book or portfolio,
twitch the pen out of my hands, lay
himself flat on tho keys of the piano,
pull the piece of sewing I was at work
ori > <*i**-w ixiy liuir down, bite my fin
gers, worry at my dress and tear it, in
short, bother me out of my life. At
^* e same WUH 80 gentle and
affectionate, and so beautiful, with
deep blue eyes, and a superhuman ex¬
pression of innocence, that X could
not give him away. Ho needed a lively
c kdd ten to keep up with him, but
not having one at hand,I brought one
^ J0 stable kittens, they were always
inferior white ones there, to the house
for a playmate. She was a few montLs
younger than himself, and at first I
thought lie would kill her in his vio¬
lent sport, but finding her unfit for
roughness, he moderated it until they
played on even terms-—Temple Bar.
Her Explanation.
“It’s very remarkable,” said Mr.
Proudpaugh, with a satisfied smile,
“What is?” asked his wife,
“Whenever I sing to the baby it
immediately becomes quiet.”
“Yes. The little dear is so easily
frightened.”
Joseph Chamberlain now bears the
title conferred on him by King Khama
and the other Bechuaua chiefs of
Moatlihodi, “he who writes things. ”
ONE DOLLAR PER ANNUM-
NO. s.
HIS GROWTH WAS STUNTED.
A BOT WHOSE 1.00 US WE UK DECEP¬
TIVE.
Th* C*M of Georg* Thompson » Strung*
One—Kr«n I’hyalclans Wore ruxiled
—-A True Story That Heads
Dike I'idion.
From the (}turtle, Darien, Da.
A Gazette reporter having hoard that Mr.
George 0. Thompson, who lives about six¬
teen miles from Darien, had been greatly
benellted by the use of Dr. Williams Pink
Pills, called upon him last week to learn the
particulars of his cure,
Mr. Thompson Is a young [man of about
twenty-one. Ho greeted the reporter cor
dlally, and spoke freely about Ills case.
“Yon wouldn't think that I had been 111
for eighteen years, would you?” asked he,
and the reporter, after noticing his Htrong,
healthy frame, the ruddy hue of his cheeks
and generally stalwart appearance, was
loroed to admit that no one would think so.
“Well, I’ll tell you,” said Mr. Thompson,
“from the time of my birth until three years
ago, I never saw a well day. My parents
spent as much as their limited means eoutd
afford to restore my health, but with no
avail. I never grew very much, and when I
was eighteen I looked like a boy of twelve.
I had no energy, no strength It was a nird
task for me to move nbout. I was thin nnd
pale—ghastly in fact. I sulTered greatly
from headache: , nnd was rarely free from
them. I hud no appetite and never enjoyed
iny food.
“You may well Imagine that in the faee of
all this life was a burden to me. Many n
time I thought I’d bo better dead and wished
that I might be taken. Doctors seemed to
do mo no good. They said my case was one
of ‘arrested development.’ and prescribed
tonics, hut their modioino nad no effect upon
me. I grew weaker and weaker. At last,
threo years ago, 1 begun to take Dr. Williams’
Pink Pills. From the first box I took I be¬
gan to Improve. I have taken since then
about two dozen boxes of the pills, with the
result thnt you see. My appetite is iMcellent,
I am very much stronger thnn I iwis. and
never have headache any more. In the post
threo years I have grown more than I did In
the first eighteen years of my life put to¬
gether, and J fully believe I owe my cure to
Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills. 1 owe them u debt
lean never repay." the
Mr. Thompson Ihon Introduced re¬
porter to his parents, who are both strong
and healthy looking. They fully bore out
the young inun’s statement in every particu¬
lar. “If you had seen my son threo years
ago, when he was a pale-faced, listless
wreck,” said his mother, “you would realize
how groat a change has been made in his
health by Dr. Williams’Pink Pills.”
Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for Palo People
are now given to the public as an unfailing
blood builder and nerve restorer, curing all
forms of weakness arising from a watery
condition aiWsold >d-J:he blood or shattered nerves.
The pills by all dealers, or will be
sent post paid on receipt of price, 50 cents a
box, or six boxes for f2.50 (they are never
sold in bulk or by the 100 ) by addressing
Dr. Williams’ Medicine (’oinpuuy, Schenec¬
tady. N. Y,
A Mechanical Horror.
Machinery, a monthly journal, pub¬
lished at Johutinesberg, South Africa,
gives an account of a most remarkable
clock belonging to a Hindu prince,
which the editor thinks ihe strangest
piece of machinery in India. Near
the dial of an ordinary looking clock
is a large gong hung on poles, while
underneath, scattered on the ground,
is a pile u? artificial ham ah skulls,
ribs, legs and arms, the whole number
of bones in the pile being equal to the
number of hones in twelve human
skeletons. When tho bauds of the
clock indicate the hour of 1, the num¬
ber of bones needed to form a com¬
plete human skeleton come together
with a snap, by some electrical con¬
trivance tho skeleton springs up,
seizes a mallet, and walking np to the
gong, strikes one blow. This finished,
it returns to the pile <>ud again falls to
pieces. When 2 oY ock, two skeletons
get up, and strike, wune at the hours
of noon and midnight the entire heap
springs up in the shupe of twelve skel¬
etons, and strike, each one after the
other, a blow on the gong, and then
falls to pieces, as before.
About Population.
Georgia has gained about 800,000
population in the thirty yeurs ending
with 1890, Alabama nearly 600,000,
South Carolina about 450,000, and
Louisiana about 500,000. Nowhere
cun a southern state be found which
has decreased in population or made
the slow progress of Maine and Ver¬
mont.
These statistics mean something.
They mean that the people of the
northeast and northwest are tired of
blizzards and droughts. They are
seeking homes in sections where the
conditions of existence are more fav¬
orable. Already they are sending
large colonies southward, and the
wiping out of sectionalism will bring
millious of them here. The next de¬
cade will see a big tide of immigration
pouring into the south.—Atlanta Con¬
stitution.
A sprinkling of freshly-ground cof¬
fee will keep gapae sweet for several
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