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JOSHUA JONES, PUBLISHER.
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A Song of Hope,
Children of yesterday,
Heirs of tomorrow,
What are you weaving—
Labor and sorrow ?
Look to your looms again j
Faster and faster
Fly the great shuttles
Prepared by the Master.
Life’s in the loom,
Room for it—room 1
t . Children of yesterday,
Heirs of tomorrow,
Lighten the labor
And sweeten the sorrow.
Now while the shuttles fly
Faster and faster,
Up and be at it—
At work with the Master.
He stands at your loom.
Room for Him—room.
Children of yesterday,
Heirs of tomorrow,
Look at your fabric
Of labor and sorrow.
Seamy and dark
With despair and disaster,
Turn it and lo,
The design of the Master !
The Lord’s at the loom,
Room for Him—rQom !
—Youth’s Companion.
HER LOT WAS TO OBEY.
Tall, debonair and smiling, Jack
Dalton looked worthy to woo and win
even so fair a prize as pretty Nora
Carew, the belle of Hampden town.
And as he looked at the bewitching
faoe once more ho made up his mind
that tonight he would put his fate to
the touch, and would win—or else lose
it all.
“What energetic people you all are,
to be sure!” said Mrs.Carew, placidly
surveying the two young jieople.
“Tennis all day long, and now a
dance. Where is Gladys, Nora?”
“Here, mother,” answered a calm,
suave voice, and Gladys Hastings, the
well-to-do married daughter, surveyed
her young sister critically as she spoke
then as her eyes fell on the impassioned
face of Jack Dalton, she turned has¬
tily away.
“Come, Nora,” she said, “tho car¬
riage has been waiting some time,”
and in silence the young people fol¬
lowed her.
And now at last Jack will put it off
no longer. The girl he loves with all
the strentli of his honest, manly heart
is seated by his side. They are in the
conservatory and not a living being is
in sight.
“Nora,” he says softly.
The girl blushes a bright pink, but
$oes not ajipear to resent his famil¬
iarity.
“Nora,” ho repeats, taking hold of
the little hand in this, “you know al¬
ready what I would say, do you not,
my darling? Nora, I love you. Love
you more, I think, than ever man
ever loved before. Nora, will you be
my wife ? ”
The blue eyes were raised for a
second, and in their misty radiance
Jack Dalton read his answer.
“Nora! ” broke in a voice of meas¬
ured severity, which made Nora start
like a guilty creature, “I have been
looking for you everywhere! Nora,
Mr. Pontifex has arrived unexpectedly
at home, and apparently, from what
I can gather, does not wish to meet
you first here. So, of course, you will
at once leave and—”
“I do not see why, Gladys!” said
Nora, but her voice trembled and her
fair face was very white.
“Then allow others to judge of
what is right and fitting under the
circumstances,” said Mrs. Hastings,
sharply. “I have made your apolo¬
gies to Mrs. Pelham; she quite un¬
derstands the circumstances, Run
quickly and get your cloak,”
As the girl goes reluctantly forward
Jack Dalton makes a hasty step tow¬
ard a her, but Mrs. Hastings gently de
tains him.
“Pardon me,” she said in a soft
voice, in which there was a light ring
of pity, “but I cannot bat fear you do
THE WILL OF THE PEOPLE IS THE SUPREME LAW.
FORT GAINES, GA., FRIDAY, APRIL 24, 189(5.
not quite know the facts about my
little sister. If you have been led to
think anything from her manner I am
very sorry, but it happens so often.
Naughty ohild 1 She is a sad flirt 1”
Mrs. Hastings gave a gentle,amused
laugh, which died suddenly as her
eyes fell on Jack’s white, stern face.
“Excuse me!” he said,in a haughty
tone, “but I do not understand what
you are endeavoring to convey to me.
Why does the advent of this gentle¬
man appoar so important to her,
and”
“Ab, it is as I said; you do not un¬
derstand the facts!” laughed Mrs.
Hastings. “They are briefly these.
Nora is engaged to Mr. Pontifex, has
been since the end of the season, and
they are to bo married in the au¬
tumn !”
The placo seemed to swim round
Jack’s eyes, but with a firm resolve
not to be beaten ho sot his teeth hard
and with absolute composure surveyed
Nora as she returned to her sister’s
side.
“Is this true?” he demanded, and
his voice to himself sounded far away.
Is it true that you are now going to
meet your affianced husband?” Nora
looked up startled into his white stern
face.
“I—I—” she fultered, but her voice
broke and she turned away.
f < That is an answer sufficient, he
returned. “I fully indorse your
sister’s sentiment, Miss Carew yon
are a sad flirt 1”
With a harsh laugh he turned away
as Nora, white and trembling, fol¬
lowed Mrs. Hastings to the carriage,
leaving him standing alone, desolate
amidst the wealth of flowers and sweet
scents, a bitter, broken hearted man.
“I have come for my answer,Nora?”
said Mr. Pontifex in his calm, meas
ured voice.
Something in his assured confidence
made the girl flush with sudden
anger.
( 4 By what right do you call me by
my name? ” she asked passionately,
and as her eyes dwell on his compla¬
cent, uninteresting face, the girl tells
herself she hates him.
i 4 By what right? My dear Nora,
surely your future husband may—”
He ends abruptly, for Nora’s eyes are
flashing with unconcealed rage.
My future husband!” she ex¬
claimed. < 4 Never! By what right
have you followed me about, tortured
me so the last few months, I never
liked you, never said I would marry
you. How dare you try to imply that
you were ever treated by me with
more than ordinary civility.”
“Your sister”--he says but with
more uneasiness in his assured tones,
“My sister is not me, Mr. Pontifex.
She apparently thinks she can dispose
of me ns she chooses. I claim the
right to choose for myself in the most
important, holiest act of a woman’s
life. Mr. Pontifex I have chosen,and
may I ask you to be generous enough
to in future, when we meet, abstain
from remarks save those of ordinary
civility? ”
With a bow a young empress might
have given, Nora swept from the room.
She felt choked, suffocating with
conflicting emotions.
“Oh, for some air!” she cried.
And, catching up her hat, she ran
from the house, down the garden to
the downs beyond, where sho paused,
exhausted by a large clump of trees.
As she raised her head at a sudden
rustling, a man came quickly from
within the thicket, and Nora con¬
fronted Jack Dalton. Haggard,white,
unshaven he looked, aged by many
years from the handsome Jack Dalton
of the night before.
He raised his hat mechanically, and
was passing on, but Nora spoke: —
“Mr. Dalton,” she said, in a trem
bling voioe, which, low ns it was,
reache 1 Jack’,- ears.
Ho raised his eyebrows slightly.
“I am at your service, Miss Car ew 1”
he said, icily.
Nora looked nervously at him.
Would he not help her? No; ho was
gazing before him with a blank, set
expression.
“I—I don’t know how to say it,”
Norn broke out impetuously, “but I
heard you were going away today,and
—oh, Jack, don’t look away from mo
—listen to me first! I—I was never
engaged to him. I never even liked
him,but Gladyz wanted me to marry
him—and I cared for no one else.
And one day before we came hero
when he had wearied me out, I said I
would give him an answer three months
later. Tho three mouths aren’t up
yet, Jack, but he came down yester¬
day, and I told him today that I could
never be his wife. Oh, Jack, if you
going away today say 'goodby to mo
kindly, for—for I love you, Jack.”
There was an instant’s pause, and
then Jack’s strong arms were round
the little weeping figure, and her wet
faco was pressed to his—Forget-Me
Not.
Oldest Railroad in the World.
The Baltimore <fc Ohio is the oldest
chartered railroad in America, and the
oldest passenger railroad in the world.
On the 4th of July, 1828, ground was
broken for the promising enterprise
by Charles Carroll of Carrollton, tho
only remaining signer of the Declara¬
tion of Independence. At tho time
it was only designed for a horse rail¬
road, for steam had not yet been
evolved into a practical motive power.
It was the original intention to extend
the road ultimately to the Ohio river,
hence the name, which it now hears
was given to it at its beginning.
On the 22d of May, 1830, the road
was opened for business from Balti¬
more to Ellicott’s Mills, thirteen miles.
The first American passenger oar
then used was almost 12 feet long ;one
horse was attached, good for eight
miles an hour, carrying 25 passengers.
The driver sat in front, the conductor
stood on the stej)3 behind. The first
driver, Mr. Galloway, who was after¬
wards made engineer, lived to see the
road perfected from the primitive one
horse power to its climax of wonder¬
ful display at the World’s fair, where
he held forth with pride as the first
engineer of the first passenger railway
in America.
Very soon after the road started a
more ambitions car was used, known
ns the “double decker.” Then a
tread car was introduced, the object
being for the horse to move its own
car and passenger car attached at the
same time, a sort of animated four¬
legged locomotive, which is doubtless
more humorous to read about than it
would be to ride behind, particularly
in this day of lightning speed.
Momentous events followed quickly
on this new road, and on August 28,
1830, the first American locomotive
ever constructed, made by Peter
Cooper, drew the first passenger car
ever propelled by steam upon Any
railroad in the world,Mr. Cooiier act¬
ing as engineer.
He Saved Her Life.
Jack Ford—Did you see that girl
cut me then?
Frank Wilcox I noticed that she
didn’t bow.
Jack Ford—And yet I saved her
life.
Frank Wilcox—How!
Jack Ford— We were engaged, and
finally she said she’d rather die than
marry me, so I let her off.—Philadel¬
phia Inquirer.
A Fast Train.
“Is this a fast train?” asked the
traveling man of the porter.
“Of course it is,” was the reply.
“I thought so. Would you mint)
my getting out to see what it is fast to?’
—Tit-Bits.
New York’s Great Fruit Trade.
Every ono knows that tho fruit
trade of tho United States, foreign
and domestic, represents millions of
dollars yearly, and that this trade is
constantly increasing, but one must
bo “on tho ground,’’ ns it were, be¬
fore ho can appreciate the magnitude
of the business. New York hns been a
fruit port ever since it was a town of
5,000 people, and it will continue to
j be the headquarters for the distribu
tion of foreign fruits for a good many
years to como. Hor only rival is
New Orleans. Tho big southern city
has got a firm hold on certain linos
within the last ten years and now sup¬
plies all tho country south of the Ohio
with bananas, oranges and lemons.
More or less fruit arrives in Boston,
Philadelphia and Baltimore, but
the quantity is not greatly beyond
local consumption.
During the season Now York draws
strawberries, blackberries, etc, from
almost every state in tho union, and
melons aro rushed there by steamboat
and train at tho rate of 200,000 daily.
All domestic fruits savo those of
the Pacific coast are consigned to
firms or individuals, and pass from
their hands into those of the retailers.
California peaches, pears, and
grapes aro sold at auction, tho same
as most foreign fruits, and it is an in¬
teresting sight to see a lot disposed of.
Their may be twelve or fifteen car¬
loads. The boxes are unloaded in a
great warehouse ou WeBt Street,sam¬
ples, opened and tho fruit graded.
Some has inevitably suffered dam¬
age en route. The fruit is thus
graded as first and second class, and
is sold in lots of from 100 to 1,000
boxes. The big dealers are interested
only in the first class—tho hundred
of grocers and peddlers ouly in tho
second. There will be from 500 to
1,000 bidders, and no timo is wasted
The goods must be paid for and
removed by a certain hour, and
beforo the last crate is out of the
warehouse another fruit train may
arrive.—Detroit Frco Press.
Coyotes Make a Deal.
H. H. Suppington was in the city
Friday and brought up several coyote
skins to be punched by the county
clerk. We are here reminded that
Mr. Sappington relates an incident to
which ho was un eye witness, that
proves the coyote to be a sharp-witted
beast. He was out in the hills near
his ranch, when he noticed a coyote
chasing a jack rabbit at the top of his
speed. Away they went, the rabbit
gradually curving his course and
finally coming back to the starting
point. Now suddenly a second coyote
sprung out of hiding and took his
turn at swinging around the circle, the
tired coyote resting. They took this
25 erformance up until they wore out
the poor jack. Mr. Sappington was
of the opinion that the coyote,in order
to secure a dinner of jack rabbit, had
entered into an arrangement with a
brother coyote to join him in the
hunt, for no wolf can singly run down
a jack rabbit, and if the latter should
run in a straight course no number of
wolves could possibly catch it; but
the rabbit nearly always runs in a
wide circle, because it is its nature to
return to its native slop or pasture.—
Bozeman, Montana, Chronicle,
His Curiosity.
“I have no objection,” said Mabel’s
father to your being an advanced
woman. None whatever, In fact, I
am rather interested in seeing the re
suit.”
“How do you mean.”
“I want to see whether the advanced
woman is going to have sense enough
to appreciate the young man who im¬
proves his mind and saves his money,
or whether she’ll just go ahead as
usual, and fall in love with one who
has curly hair, nnd plays the guitar.”
—Washington Star. 1
ONE DOLLAR PER ANNUM-
NO. 1(5.
A Cat That Cuii Skate.
Ilonry Summers is a New York boy,
and his greatest boast is that ho had
succeeded in teaching his pet cat,
Mousor, how to glide along an icepoml
on skates. Mousor did not learn ho\T
to skate in ono day. As may bo im¬
agined, she was a slow pupil, and it
was quite a month before sho ooul<|
be induced to kocp tho little pieces of
steel and wood (which Harry had mado
specially for hor) attached to her feot.^
Even when Mousor had grown ac¬
customed to her shackles sho had to
bo taught to stand upright, and nftc*
that sho had to bo coaxed into using
her skates on the ico.
Foor puss had many a bad fall, and
it hor skates had not been so iirmly
attached to hor hind logs sho would
havo ran away from her terrible task
long beforo she had grown accustomed
to her unnatural sport..
Harry had several offers from tho
museum koopers who wanted to buy'
the gifted Mouser, but the boy would
rather part with his ears than to givO
up his clevor cat.
Mouser is tho most remarkablo fe¬
line in tho world, and if she under¬
stands her own valuo sho must cer¬ fl
tainly know that sho can do at lenst
one thing that no other cut has over
succeeded in doing. A skating cat iri
worth a whole monagerie of ordinary
trick animals, and when Mouser dies
—as sho probably will some day—ft
fine monument erected over her grave
will bo tho very loast that hor proud
master can do to lot future generations
know how wonderful a pussy onofl
lived and skated in Now York.—
Buffalo Times.
The Gander That Counted.
“You old goose I” is au expression
often heard to show that the person
addressed is unusually stupid, But
the writer some time ago witnessed a
scene which convinced him that the
goose is not as stupid as ho looks.
There were in tho water a flock of
some six or eight, disporting them¬
selves under tho leadership of a gray
gander. Presently tho latter loft the
water and began, in tho goose lan¬
guage to call his flock to him. Tho
geese wero rather slow in responding,
and as one after another came out he
• jr
would look them over as if counting,
and finding they wore not all present
ho would repeat his call, This was
kept up until the last one had joined
the rest, and whon ou looking them
over he was satisfied that all were pre¬
sent, he took his place at the head and
marched off, tho rest following in
single file. It was amusing to witness
the gander’s concern during the sep¬
aration of tho flock. — Poughkeepsie,
(N. Y.,) Eagle.
An Interesting Pervert.
For some time the secret police of
Berlin were puzzled to account for
the queer antics of an unknown mis¬
creant, who made it his specialty to
snip off the braids of half-grown
schoolgirls. Recently they caught
the culprit. Ho was a liftcen-ycar
old boy, pupil of ono of the higher
schools in town, and son of respect¬
able parents. The boy had four
braids in the pockets of his gray have
lock as his cveuing’s crop in Koscn
thaler street,oneof the busy thorough¬
fares in the northern part of the city.
At homo they found concealed in his
desk about 200 more braids. The boy,
Emil Schulz, averred as his only ex¬
cuse that he felt an "irresistible desira
to pat and feel of long silken ha'r.
Chicago Record.
Heartless.
Tramp (to manager of largo store)
—Excuse me, sir, but I am in distress.
Will you kindly help rne out?
Manager—Certainly (calling porter)
—Here, Mike, help this man into the
street. —San Fr nc sco Wave.