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WHY HE DID NOT XAKttY AUAIX. Yes, mum, I know pertiekelers, and these arc them—. When Mrs Brownly was a dyin\she said to Mr. Brownly : “ Aminidab, don't you ever marry again, or I'll scalp her,” and Aminidab Brownly he said, “ No, I won't, Almira : I won’t never think ou’t. I set too much by you.” And I suppose he meant it then ; but widowers will be widowers, and, after Mrs. Brownly had been dead a year. Mr. Brownly t*)ok the crupe off his hat and took to calling ou Caroline Cushing, and all the neighbors said to each other, “ Did you ever?” “My goodness!” and “ I want to know." Well, Mr. Brownly he was fourhand ed, and Caroline, she warn’t so mighty young, and it seemed as if she was go iu’ to have him ; but all of a sudden he didn't go there no more, and Mr. Brown ly looked awful solemn, and put the crape on his hat again, and all of the neighbors wanted to know how things really was, and some of ’em called on Caroline’s mother, Widow Cushing, and says to her: “ It seems, mum, to us as if Caroline warn't going to step off, arter all.” “ It does appear that way,” says Wid ow Cushing. “ Caroline is sort of set agin widow ers, we suppose,” said Mrs. Russal. “ Well, I dunuo as she is,*’ says the Widow Cushing—says she ; “ Caroline is in her twenty-seventh year, aud she’s been disappointed twice ; and she kinder thought a widower would do if he was steady and equinomical and forehanded ; but singular things has occurred, ladies, singular things lifts occurred.” “ We want to know?” says they. “Very singular things,” says Widow Cushing, “ Carliue kinder felt to feel that she hadn't orter risk no moie; but, ladies, take off your bonnets, and An rorv you set the tea table, and I’ll just tell you all about it over our meal.” So they said how they would stay, since she was so pressing, and they took their things oil, and then they all sat down ; and considerin’ it was pot-luck, I’ve heard ’twas a real nice tea. But I rather reckon the W idow Cush ing must hev guessed somebody would be over to ask pertickelers. So the ladies, they sat by, and the Widow she poured out, and says Mrs. Brisle, says she: “ Well, about them pertickelers, Mrs. Cushing?” “ Well,” says the Widow Cushing firstly, “ when Mr. Brownly came here a-eorting our Carline, he used to praise her hair. She has a fine suit, as black ns a coal, you know, and as wavy as wavy kin be; and he used ter say how handsome it was. ‘‘Well, Carline, she was pleased at the compliment, hut arter a while she said it was sort ov curious. “ Whenever he'd make a remark about it she’d feel as if there was a cold wind blowing over her, and then as if someone was tugging kinder soft like at her hair, and that night arter she’d gone to bed she’d invariable feel every now and then as if someone was pulling a hair out. “ One morning she says to me— “ ‘Ma,’ says she ‘do you think a rat or mouse, or anything could pull my hair in the night?’ “Says I, ‘ I hope not, Carline.’ “‘Well,’ says she, ‘somebody or something does, for this morning I found lots of long hairs on my pillow.’ “‘lt’s only your hair failin’ out, be cause you wou’t wear night-caps, Car line,’ says I. “Says she, ‘lt may be, ma, but I don’t think it.’ “ Aud the next day I found her a cry in’, and as many as twenty of them long, black hairs of hers layin in a row on the counterpane. “ It’s you that pulls ’em out in your sleep, Carline,’ says I. But she shook her head. “ And that evening when Mr. Brown ly called she had her hair all puckcd up tight in a twist, as if she wanted to hide it. “‘Why, my dear Carline,’ says he, * never let me see you with that there glory of womanhood, as they says on the restorative bottles, so put out of sight agin. Wear it as you generally do, for it’s the pride of my eyes.’ “ Then I saw Carline shudder all over and grow pale, and I couldn’t think what ailed the girl. “But when Mr. Brownly was gone she comes to me and says she— ‘“Ma, I'm going to ask you to do something singular. I want you to sleep along with me to-night, and to watch what happens. My hair was pulled out by the handfuls last night. The H artwell Hun. By BENSON & McGILL. VOL. IV—NO. 14. and something must do it.’ “ Why, Carline, my child,’ says I, ‘of course I will.’ “So I went to her room, with her, and I made up my mind to keep awake; but of course I didu’t. “ I fell asleep, and I might hev slept all night if I hadu't been waked up by a cold wind a blowing over my face. I opened my eyes and looked at the door, thinking it had sprung open. *• But the cold air didn’t come from that way, and I turned my head the other wav; and there 1 saw something that took the strength out of me. “ There was somebody sitting on the bedside along near Carline. The moon was shinin’ through the curtains and I could see it as plain as day. ‘•lt was Mrs. Brownly in her Sun day dress —blue, with a green plaid in it—with her worked collar on ami the broach with au angel entin’ a bunch of of grapes that she used to wear, and her hair was in the same little frizzes and she had false teeth in. “ If I hadn’t knowed she was gone I should hev thought it was her, but now of course I knowed ’twas a ghost. She -at down by Carline and she looked at the clock. “ ‘Twelve,’ says she, ‘ and I must go at daybread ; but I'll have time to get a good many out first,’ and then she went to work. “ She took Carline’s hair up in her hands and began to pull the hairs out, one by one. “ She had got as many as a dozen of ’em out before I got strength enough to sit up in the bed or voice enough to screech, hut I did it at last, and the min ute I did she was gone like a softp bub ble, aud poor Carline sat up frightened to death and shaking all over. “ ‘ Oh, ma,’ says she. ‘ Oh, Carline,’ says I. ‘ you’re right; I’ve seen it done. Oh, Carline, it’s Mrs Brownly. I watch ed her pull ’em out, one by one,’ “‘ I knowed it,” says Carline. ‘ Mr. Brownly told me what she said when she was dying, and I’ve expected it ever since. Ma, I can’t marry Mr. Brownly —not if it’s my last chance. I'm sure she'll have me baldheaded ifl do/ “ Well, I couldn’t but agree with her; and next day we put the case before Mr. Brownly, and he saw it as we did. “ He said Mrs. Browuly's hair was thin, and she was always jealous of Car line’s fine lot of ringlets, and he thought that was what she meant hy her last re marks. So they said good-bye and had it over. “ The Doctor says I dreamt a dream and Carline was skeerd, and being fe verish made her hair fall out, and that we’re all fools together. “ But since she broke off with Mr. Brownly and used the harework tea I made her as a wash, why, it stopped coining out, and I think it was Mrs. Brownly’s ghots.” So the rest of the ladies they said they reckoned it must he, and some took Mrs. Brownly’s side and some Carline’s when they was tellin’ it afterwards. Drowned in Barley. While a vessel was being loaded with barley at the wharf at Bowmansville, Ontario, recently, some boys went up to the third story of the elevator and amused themselves by jumping into a bin, from which the grain was running, by means of a spout, down to the ground floor. One boy, about eleven years of age, named Terry, jumped in to the hollow formed over the hole of spout, and, being unable to climb out, was drawn under the grain and smoth ered. Attempts were made to rescue him, but this was found to be impossi ble, and several hundred bushels had to be run out on the floor before he could be reached, taking about two hours and a half, ’lhe bin is about 25 feet deep, and the boy was about ten l feet under the grain and standing up right when found. Life was quite ex ; tinct. Two young men, out riding, were passing a farm house, where a farmer was trying to harness an obstinate mule. Won't he draw ? asked one of the young men. Of course, said the farmer, he'll draw the attention of every fool that passes this way. The young men drove on. HARTWELL, GA„ WEDNESDAY fIKCEMFER 3. 1879. Chickens Hatched by a Cut. Sate York Herald. A remarkable cat lives at No. 63 Fifteenth street,South Brooklyn. From an early age she has displayed a great fondness for hatching out chickens, she sets on eggs like an old hen until the feathered young Ttreak the shell, and then she cares for them as affec tionately as if they were orthodox kit tens. Four families of chickens have been hatched by this cat, and she is now busily’ engaged on the fifth, with a very fair prospect of success. The an imal is the property of Mrs. Leonard, an intelligent Irish woman, who resides with her husband in a cottage at the above address. A Herald reporter called at the house yesterday afternoon to sec the wonder. In one corner of the kitchen, partition ed off from the rest of the rooms, was a large bird cage, around which a dozen chickens were strutting and picking up a meal. Inside of the cage, on a bed of straw, was a eat of unprepossessing appearance, but of stalwart proportions, covering four eggs. The latter was disclosed to view as the reporter ap proached the cage, and the animal left her nest to play with a chicken. Then she returned to her task, extending her body at full length over the eggs ami completely hiding them. The chickens she had already brought into the world seemed to possess as much filial affec tion as is generally shown by little chicks for their natural mothers, and they pirouetted about the cat in the most familiar way, climbing on her back, enjoying her warm coat of fur until a movement of her body tumbled them off. After she had become weary of setting, the cat made a tour among her young and carried them to differ ent parts of the enclosure. Her meth od of transportation was by the neck, and the chiekeus did not seem to mind this kind of transit any more than if they were kittens. She has been very kind to them, and has never made a meal of her offspring. It is related that when her first chicks appeared she carried one of them by the neck tip the cellar stairs. The flesh of the young biped being very tender and the jour ney somewhat long, blood soon flowed. Instead of devouring the chick after she had tasted its blood, she applied her tongue daily to the neck until the wound healed. The cat came to Mrs. Leonard’s house about a year ago unheralded and unknown, and next day was found on a nest of eggs deserted by a hen who should have been setting. She was driven off repeatedly, for fear she would break the eggs ; but, persisting in her purpose, brought forth a brood of chickens that astonished the house hold. About a score of chickens have been brought into the world through iier agency, eight of which survive. South Brooklyn has been very much interested over the phenomenon, and hundreds of visitors have seen and ad mired the feline incubator. (lood-Bje. Good-bye is a hard word to Some may laugh that it should be, but let them. Icy hearts are never kind. It is a word that has choked many an ut terance, and started many a tear. The hand is clasped, the word is spoken, we part and are upon the great ocean of time —we meet —where? God only knows. It may be soon, it may be never. Take care that your good-bye is not a cold one; it may be the last you give. Ere you meet your friend again, death’s cold hand may have closed his eyes and chained his lips forever. And lie may have died thinking that you loved him not. It may be a long sepa ration. Friends crowd onward and give you their hand. How can you detect in each good-bye the love that lingers there; and you may bear away with the memory of those words many, many days. We must often separate. Tear not yourself away with careless bolduess that defies all love, but make your last words linger —give your heart full utter ance —and if tears fall, what of it? Tears are not unmanly. My son, emulate the mule; it is backward in deeds of violence. The offer to bet is the fool’s argument. Devoted to Hart County. Johusou** Witness. Ihtrvit t'rr* Prft. A farmer named Johnson was on trial before a Detroit Justice the other tiny for assault ami battery, and when the prosecution had finished he put a little old man of about Go on the stand aafhia witness. The lawyer began : “ What is your name?” “ If you’ll tell me'your name I'll tell you mine!" was the prompt auawer. 11 Where do you reside?” “ I won’t answer no such foolish ques tions! I’ve paid taxes in this county for fifty years, and 1 wou't bo talked to as if I was a child 1" “ Well. Mr. Blank, you saw this diffi culty did you?” “ If T hadn’t seen it would Ibo here? Do you ’spose I want to be arrested for forgery?” “ How did it begin?" “ llow does anything begin?” snapped the old man. Well,now, will you tell the jury all about it?” f “No,(sii‘, \ won’t! If the jury want to know anything about it they must ask me 1” “ You must answer the questions.” re marked His Honor. ”1 will, if I want to. but they haven’t asked any questions yet." “ Did the plaintiff and defendent have any hard words?” asked the law yer. “ I 'spose they did, but I wouldn’t swear to it.” “ Did either one call the other a liar?” “ 1 ’spose they did, and that's w hut brung on the fuss. I’m over sixty, but if any man calls me a liar I’m going to knock his durned head off!” “ Well, when the plaintiff called the defendant a liar what was the result?" “ Why, how do 1 know?” “ Didu’t you see a blow struck?” “ Not there, but next day after this fuss I Saw the purtieet fight iu the world ! One of the Jones hoys was .” “ Did you see any part of this fuss ?” “No! How could I when T was three miles away; you ought to know better than to ask such foolish ques tions.” “ llow did you hearofthis difficulty?” “ Mr. Johnson told me.” “That will do—you can go.” “ But I agreed to come here for a dol lar and swear, and I’m going to do it! You needn’t think you can doze-bull me around because I’m old!” A constable had to haul him out of the box and put him out doors, hut he wouldn't go away until lie had put his head into the window and said : “If you think I’m seuirt come out here and put a chip on your shoulder!” Laflffc, flic Hanker. In the zenith of his prosperity as a world-renowned banker, Lafitte retain ed the same principles of frugality and saving that characterized him in his days of idigence. He was never the avaricious and grasping miser, hut he was ever the parsimonious saver. He would scold, and sometimes read his clerks a lecture upon their wilful waste of a pen, a piece of paper, or an inch of twine ; yet he had a vein of charity, and could he magnificent in his benev olence. One morning a lady entered the bou doir of the banker, to solicit his sub scription to some charitable object, lie appeared somewhat ruflled in his temper just at the moment, but he re ceived tier graciously, as a Frenchman knows how. “ What do you require, my good sis ter ?” asked the banker. “Sir," she replied, “ I come to you on behalf of my distressed neighbors ; their necessity is great.” “ Indeed! you have called at the right time, for just now I am angry with that gentleman for wasting my wafers.” At the same time he pointed to a y r onng man seated at a desk, who smiled, but was evidently disconcerted. The benevolent lady pretty much concluded that her mission would be a fruitless one, and that her visit might not be without some good result, she amiably applied herself to excusing j the fault of the clerk, who had called ; down the reproof of the careful money ; dealer by not making one wafer serve ‘to seal two letters. Lafittc listened at $1.50 Per Annum. WHOLE NO. iro. tentively and afterwards presented to the lady a check for ono thousand francs, saying at the same time: If, in my career, l had not econom ized in trifles, it would not he so easy for roe to have contributed to-day to the excellent object wldeh you have in hand. Pray, look in upon me from time to time." He Hadn't Eaten Much. It was Sunday afternoon, and young Mr. Stay late had stopped until they were forced to ask him to take supper. The best china and the extra silver graced the table, and one of the best napkins was placed before young Mr. Stnylote's plate, for the family desired to create all the impression possible upon the susceptible mind. His young liply was conducting herself with great credit, and the young man was more than ever in love with her, when the mother said, passing the cake for the second time: “Won’tyou have another piece, Mr. Stayinte?" No, thank you,” said the young man in his politest tone, “ not any more.” “Oh. do have just one more,” urged the mother, smiling sweetly; “you haven't eaten hardly anything.” The younger brother, who sat appo site, and had been instructed not to ask twice for anything, much to his disgust, saw his opportunity* and snorted out with great malevolence! “Huh! I shouldn't think he had ! lie s eaten four hunks of tongue, three biscuit, two plates of sauce, two of them tarts, and both kinds of cake—and, mother, sis keeps kickin’ me under the table. Make her stop." They brought Mr. Stay lute to by dash ing water in his face. Economy as a Poor Man Sees It. I hear and road a great deal about economy, and it sounds well enough as one listens to it. But is it just that the skilled laborer of our country shall lie only one remove above the beggar in the streets ? Nobody objects to econ omy. We know that we are poor, and we are willing to accept the situation. If a crisis comes, we are willing to wear rags and live on husks till it passes; but when the country is full of money, when men are working every day, something is wrong if the tried and faithful workman does not receive for the labor of his hands enough to supply his family with temperate, mod est comforts ; yes, and with something even for their culture—something to fit them for the future. Mind, I don’t undertake to sav what this wrong is, or where the fault; only that it is not with the laborer. Why should my life be such a ceaseless hoping against hope —a round of such small economies that the soul shrinks and withers away beneath them ? And mine is not a solitary case; there are acorecs of such right here, and the country fan show its thousands; but all the while the great corporations are turning down tire screws, and you can arcely look into a paper that does not speak of a re duction somewhere in the wages of iieip. It is merciless—merciless. A process lias been devised for mak ing wood out of common wheat straw, the method being described as follows: Ordinary straw board is taken, such as is usually manufactured at any paper mill, and as many sheets are used as are required to make the thickness of wood desired. These sheets are passed through a chemical solution which softens up the fibre and eombletely saturates it. The whole is then passed through a succes sion of rollers, dried and hardened (lu ring the passage, as well as polished, by which treatment it comes out of the other end of the machine in the charac ter of hard, dry wood, ready for any of the ordinary uses. In addition to this, it is claimed that the chemical proper ties, hardening in the fibre, entirely pre vents water-soaking, and renders the wood combustible only in a very hot fire. A well-meaning man—One who con templates digging one. Every man has his prejudices, and every woman her bias. A thumb on a hand is worth two in a dog’s mouth. SOUTHIN' OF A MYSTERY. Chattanooga Titne*. In the summer of 1838, the TfiiftHlT. S. Artillery, commanded by Colonel (latea, was encamped at the foot of Missionary Ridge engaged in the re moval of the Cherokee Indiana. One day the Colonel ordered out a fatigue party to clean out the spring, a beauti ful fountain bubbling up at the foot of the ridge. Shortly after, the Sergeant rc|tf>rtcd to headquarters that his men were all drunk. Says the Colonel; You should not let the men drink whisky. I did not, replied the Sergeant; they drank nothing hut water from the spring. The Sergeant and men were ordered into the guard-house, and anew detail ordered, and a Lieutenant placed in command, with orders not to let the men have access tn any spirits. Not long after, the Lieutenant reported the men all drunk. The men were ordered to the guard-house and the Lieutenant under arrest. Another party was or dered out, of which Col. Gates took a scat on a stump, so lie could over look the whole ground, determined that there should be no getting drunk this time. Hut behold! in a short time, his men were all all drunk. He was certain they had drunk nothing but water, which they frequently did, get ting down on their knees and drinking 1 fixup the branch just below the spring. The Colonel was at his wits’ end. The men were ordered to the guard house, and lie repaired to his tent to think. After weighing tile mutter pro am! con, he Imd to give it up, and re pairing to the guard-house, he told the men that if they would show him how it was done, he would release them ; otherwise, lie would punish tl.cin se verely. To this they agreed, and took him to Site spring; just below it, in the branch, they unearthed a five gallon jug partly filled with whisky, the mouth of which was stopped with a cork, in which was inserted a qnill that readied to the bottom. When buried in the sand, the upper end of the quill was just above the surface of the water, and when they wanted to drink, they stooped down, inserted the quill in their mouth, and while apparently drinking pure water, wore drinking whisky, and the Colonel sitting on the stump in plain view, was none the wiser. She laid her pretty hand upon her husband’s shoulder: ‘‘Henry, love, there's something lho matter with tho clock ; will you see to it?” So he took off’ his coat, removed the face aud fin* gers, examined the interior parts with a large magnifying-glass, blew into them with the bellows, oiled them thoroughly, and did all that mortal ingenuity could devise. But it was of no avail, and so, despairing, at a late hour oftbc night he went to hod and slept the sleep of tho righteous. Next morning at breakfast quoth she: “ITarry r dear, I know what was the matter with the clock.” “Well?” "It only wanted winding.” Griffln Sun: flcn. Toombs blows more about his fighting Yankees dur ing the war than any other man in < ieorgia, but our observation was that lie fought during the war like he does now more with his month than anything else, and his principal efforts were di rected against Mr. Davis and others in authority above him. lie charged more demijohns and whisky bottles than any thing else then as lie does now. When a young man has climbed over the fence into the back-yard in order that lie rnny sit there and muse and watch the light in her window, nothing pleases him so much as to run against the clothes lino and discover that she only had one pair of stock ings in wash last week. Why don’t you trade with me, said a close-fisted merchant to a friend the other day. The reply was characteris tic : You have never asked me, sir. I have looked all through the papers for an invitation in the form of ari adver tisement, and found none. I never go where I am not invited. A young lady was endeavoring to impress upon the minds of her Sunday school scholars the sin and terrible punishment of Nebuchadnezzar, and when she said that for seven years he ate grass like a cow, she was astonish ed by a little girl, who asked, “ Did he give milk ?” Yes, said Jones, I was at church to day and enjoyed it profoundly. Ah, remarked his pious landlady. I didn't see yon ; on which side of the church did you sit ? Ahem—ahem—well— yes—ahem, stammered the disconcert ed boarder, I—l eat on the outside.