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JOSHUA JONES, PUBLISHER.
VOL. II.
The Awakening.
With a foyous rustle and shiver,
"I wake!” cried the reed in the river;
“I am thrall to the dark no more,
I can sing to tho shore, ■A-W
And can fling my vernal mirth , v '
O’er the fields of earth 1”
With a buoyant tremor and thrill,
‘•I wake!” cried the grass on the hill,
"I am free from the icy hold
Of the vandal cold,
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1 can urge my jubilant stave
As I surge and wave 1”
With a little gurgle of glee,
“I wake!” cried the bud on the tree;
‘‘From the gloom of the bitter night
I leap to the light;
And to grief there’s an end, and wrong,
In my leaf,—and song!”
With a strange, sweet, passionate start,
"I wake !” cried Love in the heart;
“And unfold my immortal flower
For a deathless dower;
With its breath into life I bring
An eternal spring!”
—Clinton Scollard, in Demorest.
THE CHORD OF LOVE.
BY MAUD H. PETERSON.
Miss Tan Cortland drew the small
tea table nearer, and rearranged the
dainty cups with fingers that trembled
in spite of herself. Once or twice she
glanced at the clock on the mantel—
nervously, expectantly. Then she sat
down and began to think—to think of
"him,” of tho years that had flown
since last they met. Aud he, after a
silence of ten years, had written to
her that he would call today. It had
been like a voice from the past, She
looked thoughtfully into the glowing
coals in the grate. Would he find her
changed? How would he look? Did
he still care? She hoped not, for time
is a great softener of all things; aud
then—he was married 1
There was a ring at the door. She
rose and stood before the mirror that
hung above the mantel and looked at
herself. Time had dealt gently with
her, but then she was only eight and
twenty, after ail. There was a knock
at the door. She turned suddenly and
heard Parker’s bland, well modulated
voice.
"Mr. Geoffrey Goddard to see you,
ma’am. Shall I show him up?”
"Yes.”
Parker bowed, and the curtain fell
behind him. Miss Van Cortland stood
where she was, with an expectant face
turned toward the door. She wond¬
ered how she could be so calm. The
slight nervousness of half an hour ago
had vanished completely. She heard
steps on the stairs. Yes, she was glad
she had arranged to see him here in
her own little den—alone 1 It was
more cosy than the library,less formal
than the drawingroom. A figure stood
within the doorway for a moment,
passive, still, until Parker had an¬
nounced him, and left. Then he ad¬
vanced out of tbe shadow of the cur¬
tain, went straight to her, and took
her hand.
"Eleanor!” was all he said. It was
only a word, but in spite of the con¬
trol he had put upon nimself, there
were in it all the agony and regret, the
passion and the love of a lifetime.
"Eleanor!” he repeated.
"It is good to see you again—ten
years is a long while for friends to be
parted,” she said quietly. Her tone
and gesture were cordial, but that
was all. He could hardly have ex¬
pected anything different, and yet—
"Sit down here,” she went on "and
tell me all about yourself. "What
have you been doing? "Where have
you been living? And your wife -I
hear you are married.”
"Yes, I am married/’ he said. "Eat
you are Miss Yan Cortland still.
Why?”
Eleanor looked at him, and a slight
flush rose to her face.
"Oh, you see, I am such an old
maid now, no one will have me.”
"Nonsense,” he replied seriously.
After a moment’s hesitation, he went
THE WILL OF THE PEOPLE IS THE SUPREME LAW.
FORT GAINES. GA.. FRIDAY. JUNE 5. 1S9C.
on. "We are old friends—such old
friends; will you not tell me tho roal
reason? Is it because you once loved,
and—and it ended?”
"No,” she said, speaking without
emotion.
Goddard toyed with a cup and saucer
on tho table. Miss Yau Cortland con¬
tinued.
"It is only in novels that men and
women remain single all their lives,
mourning for an early love. It is not
so in real life.” The man dropped
his eyes before her steady gaze.
"You see that sort of thing is roman¬
tic—and unnatural,” she added.
"Is it? ” he asked absently.
There was a long eilcnce. Miss Van
Cortland lighted the little alcohol
lamp beneath the copper kettle.
"You must have a cup of tea,” she
said "Afternoon tea is such a sociable
custom. Don’t you think so? ”
Goddard did not answer. He rose,
went over to where she sat, and laid
one hand gently on her own.
"Eleanor,” he said, "why keep up
this farce ? I have come to see you,
to talk about yourself, myself, the
past. You must listen.”
"Geoffrey”—it was the first time
that afternoon that she had called him
so—“oh, Geoffrey, can’t you see it is
not right for you to do this ? Your
wife--” ,
"She does not love me,” he replied.
"I do not love her. We are wretchedly,
miserably unhappy. I love only you,
Eleanor. I have loved you all my
life I”
The woman rose and faced him.
There was a touch of scorn in her
voice.
"And yet you left me for her.”
"Yes, I was mad, blind !”
The woman looked into the fire. She
spoke softly, as to herself.
"That summer—you and I—the lit¬
tle ring!”
"Where is it now?” he asked.
"Locked away,” she said gently —
"locked away with the other childish
things I have outgrown.’’
"You uid wear it,then—after 1 went
away?”
"For a time,yes. ”
"Then you did care?”
Eleanor rested one hand on the
table, and looked down upon it.
"No, I did not care,” she said.
<< « Care’ is too slight a word. I loved
you as I thought no other girl had ever
loved before.”
There was a silence. The faint
humming of the little copper kettle
was the only sound that broke the
stillness of the room.
"We knew each other always,” she
went on; "but somehow I never
thought of you as anything more than
a friend. You were more like my
brother until that summer.”
Goduard bowed his head, He did
not speak. He could not. The wom¬
an’s voice went on—so low, so ten¬
der, yet without a note of passion or
longing in it.
"And then my heart awoke and it
was good to live—to live and love.
You went away, and I waited for you
to come back. Every day I learned
to love you more. But you, man-like,
forgot.”
Goddard’s face was pale and drawn.
4 < And you have no reproof for me?”
he asked.
"Not now.”
"Will you answer me one ques¬
tion?” he asked.
"I will try.”
"If I were free again, and I came to
you today and asked you to be my
wife, what would you say? ”
"If you were free and should come
tome today,” she answered gently,
"and ask mo to be your wife, I should
say no.”
"Are you sure, Eleanor ?”
"Yes, quite sure, In the first
months of your married life, when I
schooled mvseif to do without you, I
did not learn tho hard lesson in vain.”
"Then if somo other man were to
come, and you found you loved him,
you would marry him?”
"Yes.”
"Aud the reason you have remainod
single is because he has not come?”
"Yes,”
"I hope, for your sake, he may soon
bo here, and ho stooped and kissed her
on the forehond, tonderly, reverently.
In another minute he was gone.
Eleanor wont back into tho empty
room and stood gazing thoughtfully
into the dyiug embers, Then she
crossed the room aud extinguished tho
little lamp.
"Happiness may come to him yot,
but love is not for me,” she said
From a distant corner u photograph
looked down upon her as she spoke.
It was a man’s likeness. Was it but
the flickering of the dying firelight,or
did it really smile?
A year rolled round, and lo 1 a mas¬
ter hand came nud struck the chord of
love, and its music was more mellow
and more sweet for lying mute so
long.—Munsey’s Magazine.
A Pnrrot’s Deadly Hite.
Tho bite of a pet parrot caused the
death of William J. Morden, a well
known capitalist and inventor of
Michigan avenue. Some weeks ago
tho bird inflicted a slight wound on
Mr. Morden’s forefinger. It soon
began to fester and though the best
of medical skill wus summoned, noth
ing could be done, as blood poison
iug had set in.
The parrot wns the pet of tho house¬
hold, being a beautiful creature of
brilliant green plumage, and is usual¬
ly confined in a large brass cage. lie
cently its wings grew so long that
when it was released from the cage it
flew about two freely, so Mr. Morden
attempted to clip its wing feathers,
Holding the bird with his left hand,
ho tried to use a small pair of shears
with his right. The parrot screamed
angrily, and suddenly gave a vicious
peck with its beak at the hand holding
the scissors. A small gash was in¬
flicted near tho end of his right fore¬
finger, hardly sufficient to draw blood
while the pain was insignificant.
Mr. Morden placed a piece of court
plaster on his finger and thought no
more of tho matter until next day,
when it began to swell. The swelling
extended to his hand, which in a few
dayB grew to several times its normal
size, and his arm was likewise af¬
fected.
Skilled physicians were called in,
who at first diagnosed the disease as
erysipelas, being loath to admit the
possibility of blood poisoning. Tho
patient suffered excruciating pains
until death came to relieve his agonies.
It is supposed that copperas from
the brass wires of the cage was a
factor iu Mr. Morden’s terrible attack
as the parrot was in tho habit of saw
ing with its beak at tho bars, and in
this manner some of the deadly filings
reached the dead man’s system.—Chi
cago Chronicle.
A New Country.
A party of tourists were examining
one of the large trees of California.
One of the party remarked:
What a magnificent specimen!
Surely it must bo the oldest tree iu
the world 1”
An Irishman who was with the
party cried out: "Now, faith how
could that be?” and burst out into
laughter. ‘•Sure any one knows this
is a new country, and how the mis
chief could that tree be ould?”—
Harper’s Young People.
Estimating His I liaiacter.
"Really, Mr. Stalate,” she said, "I
am afraid you will not make a wife
happ.T
Why, not?
“You don’t seem at all fond of you:
home.”—Washington Star.
Chinese Tea Pickers.
Tho Chinese tea plant is a pretty
evorgreeu from three to seven feet iu
height, covered iu tho winter months
with fragrant white or yellowish bios
soms, resembling those of the oraugo
or blackberry. Tho first crop of
touder uuexpauded loaf buds is gath¬
ered iu May or June, and is
finest quality, being reserved for tho
use of the mandarins nud other iu
dividuals of authority, aud selling at
$8 a pouud.
They are gatherod by hand with
tho greatest of care, aud often with a
rough sort of a glove, while the pick¬
ers aro forbidden to partake of auy
fish or auy stroug-smelliug substance,
for fear of affecting the delicate flavor.
Much depends also upon tho exact
time of picking, as a delay of even
twenty-four hours may produce an
inferior grade of tea. No less than
five successive immersions cau bo
uiude from these leaves, while tho
other crops supply but one or two.
The second aud principal harvest is
in early summer, tho tea selling at
81.50 a pound, aud the third aud last
crop is gatherod iu the autumn. This
is what is usually exported, so that
unless dealing with well-known tea
houses we seldom obtain the choicest
brands,
Green tea is made by roasting the
leaves over hot fires immediately
after picking but, those intended for
black tea are allowed a wilt aud far¬
meut for several days in the open air
till they turn red, when they are
"fired” over furnaces ol' burning chnr
coal,
The Hysons are most generally used
of the green teas; nud like other
brands of their class,are often stained
by the Chinese with various mineral
dyes.sucii q,s indigo and gypsum. All
but tho best teas are also subject to
adulteration from the mixture of
other kinds of leaves or of exhausted
tea leaves recolored with black lead or
logwood,
The greatest tea drinkers are said
to bo the Australians, and after them
the English, who consume four times
as much tea as coffee,while the peoplo
of the United States drink eight
times more coffee than tea.—Provi
doaco Journal,
He Turned.
"Right face! Left face! About
face!”
The little fat rod-faced sergeant
bawled out his orders aud watched the
line of feet as the raw recruits en¬
deavored to follow them out. To his
astonishment, one pair of feet, more
noticeable on accouut of their extra
large size, never turned. Without
taking h is eyes off these feet, the little
sergeant bawled out a second order,
"About face!” He could see that all
the feet except those he watched turned
i n obedience. Rushing up to tho
owner, a little fellow, he seized him
by the shoulders, shouting, "Why
q on ’t you turn with tho rest?”
« i Why I did,” replied the trembl
ing recruit.
“You did, eh? Well, I watched
your feet, and they never moved.”
‘‘It’s the shoes they give me, sir,”
said the poor fellow. "They’re so
large that when I turn my feet turn’s
in them."—Harper’s Round Tuble.
Embarrassing.
Little Ferdinand—I saw you kiss
sister Alethea just now, Mr. Dusnap.
Dusuap (embuiras.,ed) — W-well
here is a quarter for you if you won’t
tell anybody.
Little Ferdinand(contemptuousiy)
—A quarter 1 I got fifty cents last
night for not telling on Mr. Bert
whistle.—Judge
_ , _
Congressman Moody sticks to his
green bag and carries documents to
an a f rom the Capitol iu it. He is the
only member who does so.
ONE DOLLAR PER AHNUIl
NO. 22.
She Owned 2,000 Dogs.
Probablv tho largest "asylum for
friendless dogs” in Paris or its sub
urbs was broken up the other day,
owing to tho protests of the people
who lived in the vicinity. The "asy
lum” wns the freek of an old lady, and
her grief was great when she found
that she would have to part with all
but two of her 2,000 pets.
This old lady, who is alono in the
world and possesses a large fortune,
conceived the idea about two years
ago of establishing a refuge for the
homeless canines that wander about
the streets of Paris. For the purpose
of collecting "boarders”for her home,
sho and men she employed used to go
out early every evening aud pick up
every stray dog they could get their
hands on.
Cats were rigorously excluded from
tho establishment, not even the pleas¬
ure which the dogs could derive fro m
worrying them being deemed a suf¬
ficient excuse for their admission.
Tho uumber of dogs rapidly increased
until, as has been said, it reached the
other day tho astonishing total of
2 , 000 .
The eccentric old lady had to give up
a substantial sum each year to the gov¬
ernment in taxes on her pets, but fin¬
ally tho neighbors wero so auuoyed
by the continued chorus of barks and
growls that came from the "asylum”
that they complained to the police.
They could stand tho noise fairly
well, they said, except on moonlight
nights, but then it became some¬
thing terrific, for every beast
seemed to sit on bis hind legs
an 8 / y ive tongue. Tho discordance of
tho concert may bo imagined when it
is stated that tho canines ranged in
size from the tiniest of "toutous,” or
lap dogs, with sharp soprano voices,
to great mastiffs aud hounds whose
voices were of tho bass order.
Finally tho edict went forth that the
old lady must relinquish all the dogs
except two, and as soon as this news
became public there was a wild scram¬
bling among the pooplo iu the neigh¬
borhood as well as among dog fanciers
iu the city, who saw a good
opportunity for obtaining somo
choice specimens out of the collec¬
tion. When all had been distrib¬
uted there still remained a trifle
over a thousand dogs to be dis¬
posed of. These the municipality de¬
cided must be put to death, and they
were thereupon carted away and dis¬
patched, some by drowning, some by
chloroforming and others by being
simply knocked in the head.
ReSnement of Sarcasm.
The Frenchman’s politeness some¬
times serves him in good stead to
point a rebuke. A Frenchman who
was staving at a hotel in Edinburgh,
Scotland, asked at the cashier’s
desk how much his bill was, and was
astonished to find how great an amount
he had been charged.
He felt that ho had been plundered,
but he paid the bill,aud then asked to
see the proprietor. Presently the laod
lord came down iu response to the
call, all beaming with smiles. The
Frenchman rushed up to him, ex¬
claiming :
"Ah let me embrace yon! Let me
keesvou!”
" But why do you want to embrace
me, sir? I—I don’t understand.”
"Ah, saire, but look at zee beol.”
"Your bill? Yes, but what of it?”
"Yot of it? Vy, it means zat I s’all
nevaire.uevaire again, saire !’ r
see you
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Pride and Prejudice.
"I’d be ashamed to go arou nd beg*
ging,” said the prosperous citizen.
"Pride’s a funny thing ain’t it?”
answeredr Mr. Everett Wrest "Here
you are too proud to beg, and here
I aiu too proud to work. Takes all
sorts to make a world, I guess.”—In
diauajiolis Journal.