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OFFICIAL ORGAN
FRANKLIN county.
VOL. III. NO. 8.
"— On an Old Song,
Iafttta snatch of ancient song,
What has made thee live so long?
Flying on thy wings of rhyme
Lightly down the depths of time,
Telling nothing strange or rare,
Scarce a thought or image there—
Nothing but the old, old tale
Of a helpless lover’s wail;
Offspring of an idle hour,
Whence has come thy lasting power?
By what turn of rytbm or phrase,
By what subtle, careless grace,
Can thy music charm our ears
After full three hundred years. |
Little song, since thou were born,
In the Reformation morn,
How much great has passed away,
Shattered or by slow decay!
Stately piles in ruins crumbled,
Lordly houses lost and humbled,
Thrones and realms in darkness hurled
Noble flags forever furled,
Wisest schemes by statesmen spun,
Time lias seen them one by one
Like the leaves of Autumn fall—
A little song outlives them all.
— [W. E. II. Leek, in the Academy.
A Country Doctor’s Patient,
Tne summer of 1891 was the first
gay season Glcnham had ever known.
Tiie picturesque little town, nestled in
ono of the most beautiful regions of
the Catskills, had been overlooked
heretofore by all hut a small conting¬
ent of summer boarders. But last
season the old Griggs House, which
overhung tiie village on iho mountain
side, having been thoroughly remod¬
eled, was rechristened the Beau Se.
jour, and Gienham was extensively
advertised as one of tiie most charm¬
ing and healthful resorts about New
York.
Among the earliest arrivals at the
Beau Sejout* was Mrs. Ainsleigh, a
lovely young widow, who wore tho
most [elegant toilettes Gienham had
ever seen. But men wero scarce at
the Beau Sojottr during July, and time
hang heavy on Mrs. Ainsicigh’s hands-
She was suffering from a slight nerv-
atlack one afternoon when lie sent
for a physician—young Dr. Mowbray,
wha had been graduated three yesrs
before from the New York Polyclinic.
Tall and slender, with brilliant dark
eyes and a beautiful soft voice, Dr.
Mowbray would have passed any¬
where for a handsome man. Mrs.
Ainsleigh felt entirely relieved of h^r
nervousness after a quarter of an
hour’s conversation with him, and did
not think it necessary to have the pre¬
scription lie left filled. He called the
next afternoon to inquire for liis pa¬
tient, and found her suffering only
from a slight headache. She was
dressed in a ravishing gown of deli¬
cate lavender, and Mowbray thought
her tho most beautiful creature he had
ever seen. After his third visit he
felt himself to be desperately in love.
He had known her a fortnight, when
one morning, as his finger rested on
her pulse, she startled him by saying:
“I overheard two old tabbies talk¬
ing about you iu tho verandah yester¬
day.”
Mowbray looked a her inquiringly.
“They said that woman with the
doll’s face, who wears four gowns a
day, lmd designs upon you. I wonder
if they could have meant me,’’she ad¬
ded, with a took of innocent surprise
as her. though tho thought had just struck
Mowbray blushed like a schoolboy.
In his agitation ho pressed her round,
white wrist. Site gently withdrew it,
but as her hand slid through his, hor
fingers seemed to become entangled
in his own, and before ho knew it he
bad bent his lips to hor hand.
“Do not be angry, for I love you,”
he stammered, aghast as his own ef¬
frontery. She was looking at him
with an amused smile.
“I’m not angry to be loved by you
—but are you uot doing a foolish
thing?”
I he next two weeks were idyllic
ones for Mowbray. They walked to¬
gether, drove and danced together;
then die hotel began to fill up. Mrs.
Ainsleigh had a whole train of adtnir-
ei 's, and the young doctor wa3 often
miserably jealons. Sometimes he
stayed away from her a whole day;
once it was two days, and site gently
reproached him
"This is iny harvest nnd I must
work,” ] )e said, somewhat gloomily.
“It is playtime with your other ad¬
mirers, but I must prepare for the
Hme when I will he married,” and his
eyes grew tender.
“Married—you are going to mar-
r y?” she asked in surprise—“whom?”
“Whom? Why you, my dearest,
of course.”
“Me!—marry me? Oh, Robert!”
“Why—why—what do you mean?’’
“M hat would you do with me?’’
Mowbray was too slupfiied to an¬
swer.
Sho regarded him with a compas¬
sionate smile. “Poor Robert—is it
Possible you can have been so serious?
Don’t look like that or I shall think
our beautiful summer is going to be
spoiled.”
THE ENTERPRISE.
She roso and went to her desk; then
returning bent over his shoulder with
a cat easing gesture and put a paper
into his hand.
‘■Look at that.”
It was a dressmaker’s bill and at
the bottom four figures danced bofore
Mowbray’s eyes. Ho could not seo
what they were,
“Think of you marrying a woman
with such tastes, at the outset of your
career, Robert,” she said regretfully.
“There are more of these, but this
woman is becoming troublesome. I
shall have to refer her bill to Mr.
Ainsloigh, and then I suppose there
will be troublo; thero generally is in
such cases, but—”
“Mr. Ainsleigh I” gasped Mowbray,
almost reeling from this second blow,
“but—but—’’
“Have I never spoken to you of
Mr. Ainsleigh, Robert?” she asked
innocently.
“You arc—you are not a widow,
then?”
“Oh, dear, ye«,” she replied laugh*
ing softly. “ Mr. Ainsleigh is my
late husband’s elder brother, aud acts
as a sort of guardian to me. He is
very rich, and he thinks he wants to
marry me.”
“And you—are going to marry
him?" asked Mowbray faintly.
“I cannot tell—I do not know. Ob,
Robert! why did you speak of this
hateful subject of marriage? I don’t
want to think of it. I was so happy
just to know that you loved me. I
find it so pleasant to be loved. AVliy
must men begin to talk of marriage
right away?”
Mowbray was sick at heait and
miserable. lie went away pursuaded
that his happiness had been wrecked
by a heartless woman. He resolved
never to see her again. Two days
later she had another nervous attack
and sent for him.
“Mr. Ainsleigh is coming next
week,” she said, “and we shall prob¬
ably leave for Bar Harbor soon after¬
ward. Let ns make the most of the
time, Robert; wo may never meet
again and wo are too fond of one an¬
other to quarrel.”
Poor Mowbray was too far gone to
protest; he was very unhappy but he
came to see her every day.
Then Mr. Ainsleigh arrived. Ho
was a tall, silent man, of about fifty.
He met Robert pleasantly enough, and
to the surprise of the young physician
there was not the least change in tho
relations between himself and Mrs.
Ainsleigh. They walked and rode to¬
gether as before, aud Mowbray was
almost happy again. He felt as though
he might win Helen yet, when one
morning Mr. Ainsleigh followed him
from the room and sent a cold chill to
his heart by saying:
“Doctor, Mrs. Ainsleigh and I leave
for Bar Harbor the day after toraor-
row. Will you do me the favor to
send your bill to tho hotel in tho
morning?”
To refuse was impossible. What
would Mr. Ainsleigh think of such an
aetion from a stranger? Would it uot
arouse his suspicions and injure Helen ?
Yet how could he tako monoy from
her—his beloved! Still he was in great
need of money; and if the bill was
presented and paid it would serve him
in good stead.
Mowbray went home and thought it
all over. Tho result was that he
penned the following document:
“Dr. Robert Mowbray presents his
compliments to Mr. Herbert Ains¬
leigh, and, in accordance with his de-
sire, incloses bill for services rendered
Mrs. Ainsleigh:
To 55 consultations at house at @5 @275
Medicines and sundries............ •-•••.
Total @300
The next afternoon she called at his
office. The first thing she did was to
take from her portemonnaie a roll of
crisp, lvesh bank notes, which she
laid on the table.
They conversed for a short time,
without very profound emotion, on
their coming separation. They won-
dcred if they would ever meet again,
and prayed they might. Then a some¬
what awkward silence fell between
them. Mowbray was uncomfortably
conscious of the p escnce of the bank
notes on the table before him. He
tried to murmur in his deepest, soft¬
est voice something particularly sad
and loving, but the white cipher on a
tweuty-dollar bill, with its delicately
interlacing green lines, seemed to
stare at him liko a great mocking eye.
He glanced at Helen, and saw that
she too was looking at the money with
a significant expression, And sudden-
ly he understood that she was thinking
of her milliner’s and dressmaker’s
bills.
Then an idea occurred to him. He
rose, and taking the money, counted
out $150, which ho put in his vest
pocket, then taking the two hands of
his inamorata, he kissed them pas¬
sionately, and slipped the remaining
Equal Rights to all, Special Privileges to None.
CARNESVILLE, FRANKLIN (XX, GA., FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 26,1892.
bills in the oponing of hor glove,
pressing hor fingers over them.
"Dearest,” ho murmured, “ we
must part; my heart is well nigh
broken at tho thought, but we will
love each other while wo may, and
that wo may never forget the happy
hours we liavo passed together. I
wish that wo may each preserve a sou¬
venir which shall always rocall them.
Let us divide this money, and each
purchase a keepsake—a jewel, which
will remain to us forever a mute testi¬
monial of our vanished happiness.”
He bad spoken with great feeling
and was him c elf deeply affected; but
Helen rose calmly, deliberately drew
out tho bank notes from her glove and
returned them to her portemon-
naie.
And it was not until sho had go no,
without giving him a last good-bye
kiss, that ho realized she was furious
at earring away only half the money.
[New Orleans Timei-Dcmocrat.
Depravity in a Dog.
Edmond Gros is the owtior of a huh
terrier dog which is pronounced tho
greatest inebriate canine of his breed.
Gros is a medical student, and as
such, he had gathered a number of
specimens and preserved them in al¬
cohol. His studies for examination
came to an end some days ego, and
having no further uso for the speci¬
mens, he had the jars and their con¬
tents removed to the cellar of his home
for future disposal. “Sport,” which
is the name of tho drink-loving dog,
smelled out the alcohol ami immediate¬
ly proceeded to upset the jars, thereby
breaking them and causing the spirits
to form a pool, which lie lapped up.
Gros’s attention was first called to
what had happened by the peculiar
antics of Sport. lie howled during
half the night, which was a strange
contrast to liis ordinary good behavior,
and when Gros went down to see
what was the matter lie found him
jumping about in a most unaccount¬
able manner, snapping at the floor
and tho air and howling all the while.
Tho dog recognized liis master aud
sought shelter behind him, as though
from some invisible foe. He was
perfectly exhausted from the exercise
lie had gone through and fell asleep,
only to awaken a few moments later
and bite his own paws.
All these symptoms, as weii as the
empty specimon jars, were indications
enough for the student to diagnose
his first case as cue of delirium
tremens.
Sport was better yesterday, but
could not bo coaxed back into tho
collar, where he saw green-eyed rats
with blue tails and lots of teeth. — [San
Francisco Examiner.
She Drank Human Blood.
“I wonder,” writes a European
traveler, “how many Americans who
have visited the Invalides at Paris are
aware of tho fact that (he body and
especially tho heart of ono single and
solitary member of tho gentle sex aro
preserved in that resting place of
France’s greatest military command¬
ers. She is no other than the famous
Milo, de Sombrcuil, the young girl
who, during tho days of the revolu¬
tionary terror of 1762, saved her
father’s life by consenting to drink a
glass of human blood. Although the
Count de Sombreuil’s life was spared
on that occasion, yet he was guillo¬
tined in the following year with his
two sons. After their death Mile, de
Sombreuil succeeded in escaping to
Germany, where she married a French
emigre, Count de Villeluue, who, on
tho restoration in 1816, was appointed
governor of the branch house of the
Invalides at Avignon. It was there
that she died in 1823, and, when somo
twonty years later, the Avignon estab¬
lishment was abolished and tho pen¬
sioners transferred to the Invalides at
Paris, they made a point of carrying
her remains along with them. These
were deposited in the vault of the pal-
ace of the Invalides, where her heart,
contained in a funeral urn ot white
marble, is placed in the choir of the
chapel beside those of the famous
Engineer Vanban aud General Kie¬
fer.”—[New Orleans Picayune.
The Skin of a Mighty Grizzly.
There is a bear skin on exhibition in
Hudson’s gun store that takes the cake.
It is 9 1-2 feet in length and 8 1-2 feet
across in the widest place. Tho bear
that wore this skin was a grizzly, and
be lived in far-off Alaska. Judging
from the size of the skin lie must
have been as large as two ordinary
cows, and could not'have weighed
leas than 2500 pounds. It is by far
the largest bear skin that has ever
been seen in Portland, and even old
besr-hanters who are told of its di¬
mensions shake their heads in an in¬
credulous manner until they see it
with their own eyes.—[Portland Or¬
egonian. __ _
CAPTAIN BASSETT.
The Venerable Doorkeeper of the
United States Senate.
Some Stirring Episodes in His
Long Official Career.
“How do the public men of toi#.y
comparo with thoso of half n century
ago?” Captain Bassett, the venerable
doorkeeper of tho Senate, was asked.
“The men are much tho snmo, but
the attitudo of tho people towards
them hns changed. Statesmen used to
bo regarded with greater rcvcienco.
Perhaps it is because there nro more
groat men in this generation limn
there used to bo. Wo never used to
see such young men in the Sonnto ns
in those days. The Senator without
a gray head was the notable excep¬
tion. They used to be more can fill
of their remarks in ileba'e than
Senators are nowadays. Hot words
meant a call out to Blndens-
burg in those times. I can rc-
cnll several political duels. When
Congressman Cilley was brought hack
from liis famous meeting, I saw his
body in a boarding-house, which stood
whore the Capitol grounds are. The
days before the civil war were crowded
with exciting events. I was ono of
the first to reach Charles Sumner’s
desk after he was assaulted. I helped
to bind up his head, and I have a piece
of the cane which was broken over his
shoulders. I heard Jefferson Davis
make his farewell speech in (lie Senate,
and saw the Southerners withdraw.
Many whom I remember as boys 1
have seen grow up to bo prominent
men. Senator Gorman often speaks
of the days when I playfully boxed
liis ears. Ho is tho only man who over
climbed up from a page’s seat on the
steps to a Senator’s desk.”
“How many times have you turned
back the hands of tho Senate clock?”
“I can’t count the occasions,” ho
replied, smiling at (lie allusion. “Tho
clock has been stopped at the close of
every session since 1844, and no one
has ever done it but myself. Some¬
times I have turned it back only a
minute or two of time, and ouce I
gave tho Government an extra liulf
hour to carry on its business.”
“Are you ready to tell where
Webster sat in the Senate?” the vet¬
eran doorkeeper was asked.
“Not yet. I am tho only man who
knows that. It is my secret. Perhaps
I will tell it in my book. I have been
taking notes all these years, and thoy
will be published sometime in tho
future, if not while I am alive, then
by my children. How would ‘Sixty
Years in tho Senate’ sound as the title
of a book?” Captain Bassett asked
laughingly.
“Seventy yem-3 would eound even
belter,” was suggested.
“Perhaps so,” ho said, “ but all of
us must go in time. I am a plain
man and never injured my constitution
by dissipation. Seventy-two years is
a long life to look back over, and
that number is behind tne now.”
They have been very easy years,
too, despite tho stirring scenes ho hns
witnessed and shared in, if Capt.
Bassett’s placid face reflects tho cur¬
rent of his life.—[Washington Post.
Little Tsui Yew Me.
The heiress of the Chinese Lega¬
tion, Tsui Yew Mo, is as much of a
mystery in Washington as over. She
is now six montli8 old and few people
have yet been allowed to meet her.
When the nurses first look her out for
an airing such crowds appeared that
the Minister decided it was not advis¬
able to take lier out into the park in
Dupont circle, and her airings had to
be confined to the Legation lawn.
It look several weeks to secure an
audience witli her and then it evident¬
ly was a serious matter to the Lega¬
tion. Mr. Ho, (he interpreter, was
present when no less a personage than
Minister Tsui appeared bearing Miss
Me. Lady Tsui was assisted by her
attendants to the drawing room door
and toddled to a chair herself. The
Tsuis have one son and Miss Me.
The Minister is perfectly devoted to
the little girl and wanted to know im¬
mediately if Miss Me wasn’t a pretty
baby, as pretty as American babies.
Sho is pretty, with cunning almond
eyes and a regular button of a month.
She is also well behaved, because
she went to a stranger, stayed 15 min¬
utes without a rnurmer and only ob¬
jected when she was returned to hor
father’s arms. Her clothes are regu¬
lar Chinese baby clothe-, nnd over the
various blue, red nnd yellow pieces
was a heavily quilted wrapper of pink
bound with green and shaped just like
Yum Yum’s. Ail tiie time eIic wears
a funny black silk cape with a hole
cut out on tho top of the crown. In
the centre of the front is a brass or-
nnmont ami a couple of bobbing rod
pompoms. Four fiat coins are sewed
along tho front edge.
They express wishes for hor life¬
long health, wealth and prosperity,
and wore presented by friends when
sho was born. The drollest feature is
a little silver boll like a sleigh boll,
that is sewed on sho top of tho cap
end tinkles with every move of the
baby’s little head.
Tho name of Mo signifies ‘ •beauty”
and was given her becauso it is the
Chinese nnmo for America. Sho is
the pride of tho Legation ns woll as of
Minislor and Lady Tsui, and if it
should happen that tho Minislor should
be reappointed at tho closo of his
term, which expires iu December,
181)2, Miss Mo would bo likely to bo
started on an American education.
— [New York Recorder.
Loudon Truant Schools.
When a London Arab, oiberwiso a
bad boy, declines to go to school lie is
cnuglit and sent to join a regimont of
truants at one of the vnrions truant
schools that have boon established for
the purpose.
Hero he remains for ns long a per¬
iod as tho managor deems desirable.
If the boy behaves himself ho is soon
released on a liceuse. If ho still de¬
clines to go to school ho turns up at
the truant school again as sttro as eggs
nro eggs. When these little villimis
are cupturcd they are dirty and rag¬
ged. But soon all this is changed.
Their hair is cut, they are put into a
bath and a nico clean suit of clolbos
given them, consisting of a pair of
corduroy trousers, a shirt, a bluo
serge blouse, a pair of socks and somo
stout boots. Wlmt a difference tho
bath and clothes make! The brute
becomes a human being. And tho
brute seems to fool this as ho gives
himself a sort of a shako and walks
off to join his fellow truants.
From 6 o’clock in the morning un¬
til 8 at night tho boys are actively
employed, with short Intervals of rest.
“You must keep them at it,” says
tho governor. “It is part of tho pun¬
itive discipline.” Up, wash, dress,
make beds, fold clothes, prayer, exer-
ciso, breakfast, school, drill, dinner,
school, drill atul so on. Tho house¬
work of this large establishment is
done by the boys. They help tho
cook with the dinner, and when tho
dinner is cooked they clean the kitch¬
en. They give a hand to tho laun¬
dress, starch, iron, and turn tho man¬
gle. There is wood chopping to be
done, and many small household du¬
ties to perform, each of which tenches
tiie boy the elcmonts of law and order,
which aro of groat aid to him later on
in life. — [Brooklyn Citizon.
Origin of the Polynesians.
“I have a theory about tho origin
of tho Polynesians,” said Rev. Mr.
Whitney, a missionary. “I bolievo
they loft the Indian Archipelago about
tho beginning of the Christian era.
They sottled in the numerous groups
of islands in tho South Pacific. Many
writers have supposed that tho lan¬
guage spoken by tho Samoans is a
branch of tho Malay tongue. I don’t
believe that. I think the Samoan lan¬
guage is tho root language, to which
many additions have been made by tho
Malays. The Samoans hove preserved
tho language in all the simplicity
which characterized it when they
brought it with thorn from tho Indian
Archipelgo. For years it was only
a spoken language, but tho missiona¬
ries have reduced it to writing. And
the Samoan languago is ono of tho
most beautiful tongues in the world;
it is even susceptiblo of finer shades
of thought than can be given in the
English language. Tho Samoans como
from the Aryan race, and tho women
when young are exceedingly beauti¬
ful. They arc a hardy race, the men
being on an average 5 feet 10 inches
in height. The Samoans and tho Ton-
gnns of the Friendly Islands aro the
tallest races in the world. They liavo
a light olive complexion and have
keen faculties to acquire education.”
— [Chicago Herald.
Precocious Intellectuality.
Remarkablo cases of precocious In¬
tellectuality, preceding future power
rather than weakness or early decay,
were John Stuart Mill, who read Greek
at three; and Macaulay, who read in¬
cessantly from tho time lie was three
years old; but ordinary humanity is
slower and should not be undttly has¬
tened. It is found to bo undoubtedly
the case that progress in learing is far
more rapid in tiie great majority ot
children when they are left without
any systematic attompt to teach them
until tho seventh year at least has 1 ccn
reached. This rapidity will more than
counterbalance any apparent tardiness
pi beginning, and there is much less
chance of evil consequences. — [Chi¬
cago Herald. •
_
CHILDREN’S COLUMN.
A KAItMKK WI-:NT TROTTING.
A farmer went trotting upon liis gray mare,
Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
With his daughter behind him, bo rosy aud
fair,
Lumpcty, lumpety, lump!
A raven cried eroak! and they all tumbled
down,
Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
The mare broke her knees ami the farmer
his crown,
Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
The mischievous raven flew laughing sway,
Bumpety, bumpety. hump!
And vowed ho wopld serve them the same
the next day,
Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
—[Brooklyn Citizen.
“ OMMY,”
Ono day, ns Tommy was going past
the storeroom door, bo saw that it
was open. Ho peeped in and found
there was no ono there. Then ho
went insido, and bogun to look at tho
things on tho shelves and the tabic.
Protly soon ho saw a large cake,
beautifully ornamented, on tho top.
It lookod so good ho wished ho had a
big piece of it, but lie know ho should
have to wait for that, Then ho
thought lie might just tasto of tho
icing, and ho broko oil' the tiniest hit
and put it in lti» mouth; then lie took
nnothor hit, and another. “Nobody’ll
notico it,” ho said to himself; “I’ll
bnvo just ono more piece.”
But that timo a good sized piece
enmo oil' in his fingers. “Oh, dear, 1
wish l had lot it alone," he thought.
“ IVluit shall I do if mamma asks me
about it?”
Ho laid tho pleco back atul turned
to go out, but there was mamma just
coining in tho door.
“ I saw you, Tommy,” sho said.
Then sho turned tho cake around nnd
told him to look at it now.
Ho did look, and what do yon think
ho saw? Right in among tho decora¬
tions and reaching ail noross tho cuko
wore the letters OMMY.
“Do you know anybody by that
nnmo?*’ his mamma asked him.
“Why, it’s part of iny name,” said
lie. “Oh, mamma, is it mine?”
“No; your liattio is Tommy, and
there isn’t any T there. It can’t be¬
long to you.”
“Was it meant for mo?” asked
Tommy, feeling very much ashamed.
“Yes, I made it for you and was
going to let you invito somo other
children and have a little party some
day soon; but now I shall not, and
you can not have any of it to cat.”
Tommy began to cry, and liis mam¬
ma said; —
“I ain sorry for yon, but 1 must try
to euro my little boy of meddling.”
Audit cured him; for after that
when any of the family saw him bc-
ging to haudlo someth iug lie lntd no
business with it was only necessary to
say “Ommy” to mako him stop, and
no one now can call Tommy a meddle¬
some boy.— [Christian Leader.
THE TAR POCKET.
This timo grandma was going away
to bo gone a year, and Kitty was
more heartbroken than at tho other
visit. “Pm ’customed to havo P 1
so you
she said.
Grandma promised her a lotter each
week, but Kilty sobbed in such a way
that grandma was really troubled.
Suddenly grandma said brightly,
“Kitty, sit up and listen to a story—
wo have just a moment before the
carriage comes.
“When Henry first began to wear
trousers,” went on grandma, “he was
exceedingly proud of his pockets, and
tho things that went into them were
something astonishing, and by bod-
time each night they were a sight to
behold.
“Well, ono day he camo into the
room with such a funny look on his
face I knew lie had boon in mischiof,
‘Henry,’ said I, ‘where have you been?
and what have you in your pockets?’
for I saw him glanco toward one oi
his dear pockets.
“He stood first on ono foot, then on
the other; tucked his chin down into
liis neck and glanced up at mo from
under his eyelashes, keeping his hands
behind his back ail the time, but he
did not answer, and so 1 went up to
him, and opening his pocket—I had
learned not to put my hands into
them—peeped in, and what do you
suppose I found? A pockotful of tarl
soft, black tar, quite molted and run¬
ning down on his stockings.
iC i Well, Henry,’ I said, ‘you have
destroyed your pocket now, and will
have to get along without it:’and I
cat llic pocket out, which was tho on¬
ly thing to do.”
As Kitty thought of grandma hold¬
ing up the pocketful of tar, and little
papa with his tar covered hands, she
burst into a laugh, and the next mo.
incut a goodby kiss was pressed on
hor lips, and thon dear grandma was
gone.—[Onr Little Men and Women.
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OFFICIAL ORGAN
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FRANKLIN COUNTY ALLIANCE.
$1.00 PER YEAR.
Rain and Tears.
I wait the coming of a tardy train,
And while I wait the leuves of thought
unfold.
The day is dismal nml llio wind Is cold;
The ceaseless patter of the drizzling rain,
That drips and drops its dreary, sad ro
Train,
Still chants the burden of n grief untold,
And in the sky gray clouds of gloom art
rolled
Till they dissolve in fears to earth again.
So in my heart, where summer used to be,
A wintiy sky the sombre landscape
blears.
lias nature, then, imposed hor mood ou
me, _
And am l sad becauso she sad appears!
Or, looking through my own grief, do I
see
The earth transfigured through the rain
of tears?
-Wm. U. Slras, in New York World.
HUMOROUS.
A good euro for lovesick women—
Manicure.
A cornfield is ono of the things Hint
is often greatly shocked without the
aid of electricity.
Tho principal difference between t
lobster aud a lobbyist is that you can
tnako a lobster blush.
Women suffer the afflictions of the
servant question simply because they
won’t help themselves.
Toachor—AVhnt is the lending char«
acteristic of a paradox? Dick Hicki
—They never ngroo on tho diagnosis.
“It’s a biting wind,” said Slithers.
•‘Yes,’’ repliod Slathers, “I know it
iB. I was right in tho teeth of tlis
gale.”
Husband—Thank heaven I am not
as other men. Wife—You are mis.
taken there, it is they who should be
thankful.
The advocato of anarchistic princi¬
ples sccins to think he has taken the
truth out of u nutshell and put it iu s
bombshell.
Wiggle—How long did you know
your wife before you married hor,
Satupon? Satupon (mournfully)—I
didn’t know her at all until I married
her.
Lady—How nico it is to have a lit-
tlo brother as you have, Flossie.
1 suppose ho always takes your part,
doesn’t he? Flossie—Yes’m, when
tho pie is passod.
“Do you think that monkeys can
bo taught to talk?” he asked. “I
never put tho quostion that way,” she
replied. “I always wondered wliothei
they could be taught not to.”
A poor fellow who had failed at
one thing and another at last took up
tho profession of submarine diving.
It was perilous, ho knew, but, as he
expressed it, he “had to do something
to keep Ins head abovo water.”
Counsel for tho defense (to liis wife)
—My dear, I want yon to lock up
everything that h movable in out
house. Wife—Why so? Counsel—
Tho thief who was acquitted this morn¬
ing without a stain upon his charac¬
ter, owing to my brilliant defense, is
coming this afternoon to thank me. ,
A Deluge Brought Down the Stones*
A curious story comes from Weugh-
sinng. Tho town sutlers from inun¬
dations of tho Yellow river, and two
years ago a movement was started by
tiie local magistrate to build a break,
wator. The chief ditticulty lay in the
want of sufficiently largo stones.
Suddenly, however, to tho astonish¬
ment of tho community, a heavy storm
of wind and rain deluged tho country,
and brought down an endless quantity
of huge stones exactly suited to the
purpose. The people naturally re¬
garded the incident as a direct manL
festation of divine power in aid of a
great public undertaking, and the
governor of tho district cites a fact
which conclusively proves the super¬
natural orgin of tho evont. One ofi
tho stones, ho says, which was as large
as a house, was Inscribed with seal;
characters, two of which, meaning
“work” and “stone” respectively, ho
was able to decipher.—[New Orleans
Picayune.
The Virtues of Cold Water.
Bulwer Lytton, tho father of Lord
Lytton who lias just passed away, was
a profound believer ill the efficacy ol
tho water-cure for evorybody, but in
particular for overworked literary
mon. Whenever ho was tired out and
felt the need of recuperation, he would
go to a water-cure establishment for
a few days, drink wator iu unlimited
quanities and be sweated and soaked
until ho had lost half a dozen pounds
iu weight. When ho felt sufficiently
reduced ho would go back to business
or pleasure, generally with a horriblo
cold, but under the conviction that he
had been greatly improved by the
treatmeut. Ho oven wrote a pam¬
phlet or book on the subject, In which
he assumed the ground that water
would cure anything if a man only
took enough.—TGlobe Democrat.