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23 WA entimd. JOSHUA JONES, PUBLISHER. VOL. II. Little Kisses. Little Kisses at the gate Meets me in the twilight lato; Where the rarest roses be Waits she with a kiss for me Bound my neck her ringlets fall; She’s the sweetest rose o*all! “How much do you love mo, Kisses— Little Kisses, crowned and curled?” Then, with arms world-wide, she answered: “Love you—love you—all tho world!” Little Kisses at the gate Whispers to tho white rose: “Wait?" To the restless red rose she Whispers: “Keep me company!" And the rod rose petals fall On the sweetest rose of all! “How much do you love me, Kisses-. Little Kisses, crowned and curled?” Then, with arms world-wide, she answerd : “Love you—love you—all the world! Little Kisses, at the gate Linger not too late—too late, Lest some lonely angel far Wandering from a loveless star Where the earthless angels be, Steal your face away from me “How much do you love me, Kisses— Little Kisses, crowned and curled?” Shall I ever miss the answer?— Love you—love you—all the world!” —F. L. Stauton, in Atlanta Constitution. Saved By a Phonograph. Edwin Walters, geologist, botanist, and explorer—at present engaged in the discovery of the resources of the Ozark region for the Kansas City, Pittsburg and Gulf Railroad, is a storehouse of information about the Southwest, Mexico, and Central America. Some of his stories of the Southwestern Indians are romantic. His familiarity with th\i cotlutry «u?d the natives, particularly the Pueblos, the sun worshippers, and his knowl¬ edge of Indian tongues and customs, give his stories an ethnological inter¬ est. He tells a story of how he escaped interference, if nothing worse, from a band of Jicarilla Apaches in tho Taos Valley, in New Mexico, about two years ago. He was on his way to Tres Pedrns—three rocks—which lies between Tierra Amarilla and the Four Corners, that is where Colorado, Utah and New Mexico como together. He had with him a photographer, and they carried their instruments in a wagon. Among their impediments was a phonograph. They were taking impressions, both by light aud sound, with their camera and the phono¬ graph. When they came to the Taos range which arose out of the Moreno Valley and which lies north of Santa Fe about 100 miles aud is north and east of the Rio Grande River, he deter¬ mined to go over the range on foot into the Taos Valley. Tho photogra¬ pher he sent with the team around by the wagon road, a journey of two days longer. The crest of the range was 14,000 feet above the sea level and the month was August. When he started out he was lightly clad aud unencumbered. He arrived almost at the summit by night and there en¬ countered a terrific snow storm and was obliged to retreat down the moun¬ tain. Ordinarily the trip over the crest would have taken him only a few hours. Under the circumstances he was more than a day on the journey and suffered from the cold until he got down into the Taos Valley. In the Taos Valley are three settle¬ ments. Fernando de Taos, a town of about 2,500 Mexicans and Americans; the Ranckero de Taos, where a Ger¬ man with a Mexican wife has a ranch and flouring mill, and the Pueblo de Taos, a settlement of Pueblo Indians. It was to the Pueblo that Mr. Walters was bound. Mr. Walters arrived at Pueblo de Taos, became the guest of San Juan, the yolng chief, a fine young fellow of 28 years,- whose wife was a beauti¬ ful girl of 18 years. He had had previous acquaintance with San Juan, And was hospitably received and made THE WILL OF THE PEOPLE 18 THE SUPREME LAW. FORT GAINES, GA., FRIDAY. MARCH <;. 189(i. himself comfortable to await the ar¬ rival of the photographer. He was given a room in San Juan's house, in the second tier of tho Pueblo. Tho floor was spread with tanned ox hides. In the centre was the hide of a pinto, or piebald ox, and sewed around it were black, white, and red hides, and over these, in front of a bed, was a bearskin. Tho bed was covered with a sheet, woven by the women of the house, and a pair of Navajo blankets, so closely woven that they would hold water. For food he was given venison and bear meat, black beans, corn bread, baked in the ashes, coffee, and jam of wild plums and wild mountain raspberries. By means of n round piece of wood, covered with beeswax, for a cylinder, and a card with a kueedle through it lor a diaphragm, ho explained in a measure to San Juan the purpose of the phonograph, aud this he did to lesson the superstition of the Indians. Pueblos abhor phonography, because it implies tho uso of light, which to them is sacred, being sun worshippers. And they are equally Auspicious of all the inventions of the white man. When the photographer arrived with the phonograph it was put in working oigler, and San Juan and his wife were delighted with the music and tho speeches they could not understand. But most of all they enjoyed the sound of a light between a cat and a dog given to the phonograph by an animal imitator. The Pueblo Indians are direct de¬ scendants of the Toltecs, but have lost the arts which distinguished their an¬ cestors, and are now devoted mainly to agriculture. They raise corn and wheat, goats and sheep, and are a very industrious people. Their oppressive enemy is the tribe of Jicarilla Apaches. At harvest time the Jica rillas send spies down into the valley, aud when they Bee the fruits being garnered and the goats and donkeys treading the grain from the sheafs they go back to the mountains and prepare for a raid. Mr. Walters was anxious to secure a cylinder for the phonograph record¬ ing the speech of San Juan. The Pueblo consented to talk into the mysterious machine, but when before the receiver he was unable to speak.. “Tell us what you think of the Apaches,” suggested Mr. Walters. In a stream of Spanish came a bitter de¬ nunciation from the Pueblo, who had many injuries unadjusted. He called the Apaches everything abusive he could think*of,' and spoke the names of chiefs who were arch thieves. And he did not stop until the cylinder ran out. Meantime his wife and other Pueblos listened approving]y. Not long after this Mr. Walters and the photographers continued their jour nev. Up the valley they went, now over grassy mesas and again through can¬ yons so narrow and deep that they could see the stars at noonday through the narrow rift above them. One afternoon they came out into a beau¬ tiful natural mountain park, with a cold, clear stream running through it, and plenty of wood and grass. Be¬ yond the park narrowed into another canyon. In this park they determined to camp for a day or two, the photog¬ rapher to make some views and Mr. Walters to study the botany and to prospect. They were unpacking their camp equipage and preparing to turn their horses loose, when they saw emerge from the canyon a band of about forty Jicarilla Apaches. The Indians were in full war regalia They were painted black and red and had war bonnets of eagle feathers on their heads. Each carried a shining new Winchester, and two or three revol¬ vers, which were the gifts of their Uncle Sam Thep hotographer was for catting the horses loose aud at once making a bolt. “Make medicine first, thon,” snid Walters, a-cheerfnl way af tolling him | to pray. “And thou let’s bluff it J out,” And, ns they waited, tho Indians rode up to them in siuglc file ns stolid as wood. “Buenos dios, ’ said W alters to the first, who was evidently chief. Ho was extra adorned with rod paint. Ho grunted aud passed on looking straight ahead. Pleasant greetings in Spanish were offered to each, but they ignored the white men, as their chief had done. When they had nearly all passed, Walters stood up in the wagon and shouted : “El bombre grande!” This was passed up tho line aud tho great man turned and rode slowly back, accom¬ panied by two of his sub-chiefs, while the other Indians dismounted and grouped themselves at a distanoe. “This,” said Wulters in Spanish, pointing to the phonograph, “is tho great white man’s medicine box v It is a box that talks and sings. It will tell you everything.” Tho phono¬ graph sat on a rock, with its oar tubes hanging down. The chief looked at it * aud sneered slightly. Walters turned to the photographer and said in English: “Slip San Juan’s cylinder iu there in a hurry. Don’t be afraid. Always act decisively with an Indium” The cylinder was slipped in and Walters picked up the ear tubes, and, adjusting them in tho chief’s ears, said: “Listen and you will hear tho Great Spirit talk to you out of tho medicine box. ” At the same time he slipped a pair of the tubs into his own ears and watched the Indian’s face. The phonograph was started and in a moment, in excited Spanish, the Pueblo’s denunciation squeaked forth. The Indian’s lace was stolid for awhile, but when his name was men¬ tioned he winced. When it recited his wicked life and called down curses upon him, he dropped tho tubes, jumped into the air with a bowl and took himself to a safe distance. The photographer took tho tube out and slipped another ono in, mean¬ while keeping his body between the Indians aud the chief. One of the sub-chiefs, a lank, huugry-looking Indian, was invited to put tho tubes to his ears and listen to tho Great Spirit, but he declined with ill-grace. His companion, a greasy looking in¬ dividual, whose ribs were well out of sight, stepped forward and tho ma¬ chine was started. Ho. heard the opening strains of “After tho Ball,”as played by the Marine band. A look of pleased wonder spread over his face, and his head rocked in time with tho rhymtk of the waltz. In a mo¬ ment came a bang of the drum and u clash of cymbals, and tho trombone bone man slid his instrument out about four feet. The Indian dropped tho tubes with a yell, and looked to see where the trouble was. Then ho lookcd at the phonograph a few min utes and said: “The devil is in the box.” The Indians stalked off to their po- ! nies,mounted them from tho left side, j and rode off in a dignfied manner, They didn’t want the white men to know that they were afraid of their medicine box. Walters and the photographer stayed iu the mesa for a week. AH about , . through , the ,, woods , they „ saw ,, the , blue , smoke . arising . . from the Ji carilla ... camps, , but , they were not . mo tested, tor on tbe rock ,1,11 „„t the terrible medicine ,• . , box.—Kansas Tr City There are 48,000 artists in Paris, ,j more than half of them painters. The number of paintings sent in to the exhibitions last year was about 40,000. Life-Saving Stations. The station itsolf is a two-sfcory house built securely and solidly upon some good site along tho beach; it is comfortable and roomy, furnished by tho Government, and has tho boat room aud kitchen on tho lower floor; „ large bedroom for tho keeper, an¬ other for the surfmen, and a store room occupy the second story, The boat-room is largo ami opens by groat double doors upon tho beach. It contains the life-saving apparatus— always in perfect order and readiness. Tho crow consists of a keeper and six surfmon, though somo stations number seven surfmen; there men are graduates from no naval collogo, but have sorvod their apprenticeship with Old Ocean as tlioir master; they must be able to handle a boat in the roughest weather, und to face all tho dangers of tho deep. Each man must undergo a strict medical examination, and must bring to the station his certificate of good health; aud ho is also obliged to sign un agreement to faithfully perform all duties. The keeper receives a salary of $900 a year (up to 1892 it was but $700), ho must bo at tho station all tho year round, but is allowed a month’s leave of absence in the summer if ho gives up his pay. A surf man receives $65 a month, is at tho station during eight months of tho year, and has tho priv¬ ilege of leaving the station for twenty four hours every two wcoks,—but in lonely stations they genorally remain for tho active season, which begins September 1, ending May 1; when a man loaves in May ho goes where ho pleases, und if ho does not return iu September the keeper gets another man in his place for tho next winter season. The keeper is hold responsible for the condition of everything connected with tho station; ho must drill the mon in their duties, divido the work evenly, and see that tho men are orderly. No liquor is allowed on the promises; drunkness or neglect of duty is punished by instant dismissal from the service; the man who is de¬ tailed to cook must keep tho kitchen iu perfect order; and each has his shure of tho housework to perform, for no women live at the stations. Tho crew are numbered by tho keeper from one to six, and at mid¬ night preceding September 1 the sta¬ tion goes into commission; at that hour tho keeper gives patrol equip¬ ments to two of tho surfmen,and they start out on the first patrol, and the active season lias fairly begun: every¬ thing runs like clockwork after that, and as strict a discipline is maintained as on board a man-o’-war.—St Nich¬ olas. Brcad as a Beauti Her. Bread as the staff of life is a famil¬ iar enough idea, but bread as a means of beauty has never received enough consideration- It is a subject which the persistent and consistent seeker alter good looks will study. Obser vation and physiological research will show her that fine wheat bread means a pasty or even rough complexion, that pimples follow in tho wake of hot bread, and that smooth rosy skins be long to those who eat a coarse, whole, grain cold breud. For tho latter are best for the dsgestion, and good corn plexions accompany only good diges¬ tions.— New York World. Heart „ . Failure, .. “Isn „ . t that Miss Smedley? I thought she , was sick, homebody told m11 ^ P _ “ nk , y t,d , , ^ . beT , U P' „ “Well he did sort o give her up but not until he had tried five or six years to get her.”—Chicago Tribune. -—• George Stillman is suing to recover immense valuable property in Brook lyn under a deed given to an ancestor by three Indian chiefs. ONE DOLLAR PER ANNUM- NO. 9. A Dug Brought the I’anlon. It was a dog that brought liberty to a convict in the Kentucky penitenti¬ ary recently. The intelligent brute acted as a messenger between Govern¬ or Brown and tho felon,earrring the pardon in its month from tho execu¬ tive mansion to tho prison, aud, after gaming admittance, to tho recipient of clemency himself. The dog is the property of the Governor, and the convict is O. G. Garden of Louisville, who was sentenced two years ago to serve a term of eight years for man¬ slaughter. For somo time Garden has been employed as a “trusty” at the Execu¬ tive Mansion, doing chores and run-* uing errands. The dog, a lino-looking specimen of the shepherd breed, i* a family pet, aud is unusually intelli¬ gent. It was part of Garden’s duty to look after the animal, aud they came to be fust friends. When the prison doors I wore opened in tho morning the collie ! was there to meet Ins convict friend and accompany him to the mansion, j At night he returned with his striped playmate to the grim portals. i j When tho purdon was made out it was suggested that tin: dog be per j mitted to Qatr ? tLo w,:lcom0 of free - ■ dom to his devoted friend. The pa per was enclosed in a stout envelope and given to tho nnimul, which wa* told to go to tho penitentiary. With a wag of its tail, it Jefl the mansion | aud down the old accustomed ran route to the prison. A telephone message apprised the guards of his coming, and ho was admitted without j l ^ u ^‘ 1 Garden Wfts in tho ? ard awaiting the arrival of the Governor’s messenger, never dreaming that the j dog had been selected. Catching sight of the well-known face, the dog ran up to tho convict and )aid the en¬ velope at his feet. The glad cry of happy surprise that tho over¬ joyed prisoner gave vent to on catch¬ ing up the official envelope and tear iag it open was re-echoed by a suc¬ | cession of joyous barks from the four footed harbinger of good tidings.— i Cincinnati Enquirer. The Heart of Ho!ham. Tho real heart of Gotham, the brains and genius of the metropolis, are to be found iu a very small section of this big city, writes a New York cor¬ respondent of thy Pittsburg Dispatch. Between Fourteenth aud Fortieth streets are found the men who write j out dramas, who make our songs, who compose tho music for our operas, whose pens are responsible for many of those bright little hits of humor that lighten our lives, whose brains invent many of the ideas that other men utilize. It is no exaggeration to say that this section is responsible for nearly every bit of the new or original literary matter that js produced in this city. If it is not actually com¬ posed iu the little world, designated, it is there critically examined, revised, amended or put into the shape in w hich it is finally given to the public. On Broadway, between the streets named one is constantly bumping against men and women who are responsible for a good deal of the music aud laughter of this whole country. Leap Year. “Laura,” said the fond mother, “what are the intentiousof that young man you are permitting to call on yon so often ?” “Never mind that, mother,” an¬ swered the maiden. “I know what my intentions are.”—Cincinnati En¬ quirer. It Was. Purchaser—You are sure the cheese is old? Grocer(cutting off a slice)—Yes sir. Jimmie, come hold this bit of cheese down until I get a piece of papeT to wrap it up in.