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FRANKLIN county.
VOL 111. NO. It.
Visions.
Visions come and go again,
Leaving in their airy train
.lust a rhythm, soft and low,
Of their movement to and fro—
Something like an old refrain.
>Tls tlie way with summer rain;
>T!s the way with joy and pain;
Tis the way with all we ken
Of the lives of mortal men ;
Just to come, then go again.
_[W". N. Roundy in Harper's Weekly.
PAINTING ON CHINA,
Mrs. Barbara Best was one of the
sweetest, most peculiar old ladies In
the world, To begin with, she was
very rich. That in itself is, perhaps,
not so much of a peculiarity. But
then she was spare and crooked and
withered up like a crab-apple which
Juts hung too long on tho tree, and she
wore a littlo black satin cape and a
cap trimmed with ribbon bows, such
as were in fashion half a contury ago,
and site walked with a gold-headed
cane, ala Fairy Godmother; and her
eyes sparkled weirdly through gold
spectacles, and licr hands wero covered
With little knitted silk mitts. And as
she sal by her drawing-room fire
drinking chocolate and talking with
another witch-like little old woman,
they made a very funny pair indeed.
“ Yes,” said Mrs. Barbara, nodding
her head, “I couldn’t endure it any
longer. I told her she must either
give up me or give up her everlasting
dabbling in paint and varnish!”
“Dear, dear,” said Airs. Fanshaw,
the second witch-like little old woman.
“A trifle more sugar in my chocolate,
please, dear.”
“For my part,” observed Mrs. Bar.
bara, “I don’t know what the world is
coming lo. In my time we used to
leavo that sort of work to the trades,
people. But Gladys had an odd notion
about independence. Aud she inherited
some of that artist-blood from her
father’s family. There’s none of it in
tho Bests, I’m very sure.”
“No, lo be suienot, said Mi's.
shaw.
“And I told Gladys plainly that I
would not tolerate it,” said Airs. Bar¬
bara. “Choose between us,” said 1.
“Be a lady or a grubbing artist, which¬
ever suits you best. Because,” said I,
“If you don’t consult my wishes I shall
disinherit you, and cast you off’! I
kuow of another young relation whom
I can adopt, aud who cares no more,
for art than I do for the Egyptian
obelisk.”
“And what did she sav?” asked Mrs.
Fanshaw, contentedly sipping her
chocolate.
“She told me to do just as 1
pleased,” answered Airs. Barbara, in
aggrieved tone of voice. “Because,she
said, she intended to take the same
privilege.”
“What shocking ingratitude!” com.
mented Airs. Fanshaw, heaving a deep
sigh.
“Of course we parted good friends,”
said Airs. Ba barn, "But Gladys
knows very well that I shall never
see her again. If she has wrecked
her own fortunes, siie lies only herself
to thank for it.”
“And where is she now,” asked Airs.
Fanshaw.
“In a studio, somewhere on Sixth
avenue,” solemnly answered Air?. Bar¬
bara. “With a sign out: ‘Art Sales,
room,’ and ‘Painting and Decorating
Done to Order. y >y
“Did you ever!” exclaimed Airs.
Fanshaw.
And, by way of answer, Airs. Bar-
bara only groaned:
“But I like Lovel very well.”
»dded. “lie's a splendid voting fel*
°' v > although I sometimes find his
lollogo bills liigli and bis flow of spirits
lather over wind in ing. But he’s a
gentleman. A real Best!”
“Does he know about Gladys?”
Mis. Fanshaw asked, in a mysterious
whisper.
“Certainly not,” said Airs. Barbara,
“there is just enough of the Don Quix¬
ote about him to make him go to sen
°t' take to verse writing or some other
preposterous business if be thought
be was standing between Gladys and
her fortune—which ho isn’t, w Airs.
Barbara added with emphasis. “The
money is mine, lo leave to whom I
please, and he is just as near n relation
m the side of the Bests, as Gladys is
3i) tiie Alaltlands!”
“Dear, dear, how silly young folks
ire!” said Mrs. Fanslnw.
“All I want them to kuow is that I
am not to be trifled with,” said Mrs.
Barbara with the air of a Nero, in
fiack satin and little corkscrew
:urls.
In trufh Mr. Lovel Best was a frank,
■'yal-uatured, handsome young fel-
“w. He liked Aunt Barbara because
Aunt Barbara was kind to liim, but
he rallied her to her face, teased her
parrot, made her pug bark, laughed
at the stiff old portraits of the dead-
iI'd-gone Bests tliqt hung on Uie par-
THE ENTERPRISE.
lor walls, and kept astonishing hor per¬
petually. But all the time Aunt Bar¬
bara knew that Lovol was fond of her
in his heart, and it warmed her chill
old pulses to hug this knowledge to
her.
“He’s a wild chap,” she said to her*
self; “but he’ll come out all right.
The Bests always do, when they have
had their lling. llo has none of
Gladys’s obstinucy about him.”
And Gladys? Well, that head¬
strong young votary of art lived on
the least possible amount of money,
and droatnod rapturously over her
sketching-board. She had a very
littlo money, wh’ch her mother had
bequeathed her—about sufficient to
rent the little studio and pay tho gas
and fuel bills.
“As for eating and drinking, what
docs that signify?” said Gladys.
So she taught a class daily in Miss
Mincher’s Academy, to furnish the
bread and cheese part of tho business;
and very tedious work she found it.
“But I shall sell some of my placques
and vases soon,” said she, hope¬
fully.
Site did not, however. To bo a suc¬
cessful artist, one must have an appre¬
ciative public, and the public never
came near poor Gladys Maitland. In
vain she decorated the doorpost with
signs; in vain she put outlier prettiest
paintings and most spiri ed sketches;
nobody came to buy. Tho agencies
represented themselves as overcrowded
when Gladys came blushing in with
specimens of her work, and our little
heroine began to wonder how long
this sort of tiling was lo endure.
“Even Rosa Bouheur didn't get rich
all at once,” she comforted herself
by reflecting.
But one day there came a gleam of
hope athwart the Cimmerian darkness
of her prospects. As she was work¬
ing at her easel footsteps stumbled
up the semi-lightcd stairs, and a knock
80nndc(1 at the door .
“Is this Aliss Maitland’s studio?”
domantletl a cheerful voice,
“Why,” cried Gladys, drawing a
quick breath, “why, Lovel!”
“It’s Gladys!” exclaimed Lovel.
For the young cousins had met dice
years ago at the seaside, and they
never had forgotten one another.
“Why,” cried Lovel, rubbing his
forehead as if not quite certain but
that he was dreaming, “I thought you
were adopted by some rich woman
here in the city!”
“ Art is the only mother that I
know,” Gfitdys answered, laughing.
“ I hope you’ve brought me an order,
Lovel."
“ But I say,” persisted the be¬
wildered law-student, “ why don’t
you come and live with Aunt
Barbara?”
•• Oh, I’ve tried that,” said Gladys,
shaking her head, “and we couldn’t
get along at ail together.”
“Speaking of Aunt Barbara,” said
Level, mysteriously, opening a paper
parcel on the table—“ belioid!”
Half a dozen bits of old china fell
out with a c ink and a clatter.
“Oil!” cried Gladys, stiffening
with horror, “It’s Aunt Barbara’s
painted china! Oh, Lovel, how did
this happen?”
Air. Best smote himself pathetically
on the chest.
• •Like George Washington,” he con¬
fessed, “1 cannot tell a lie——it was I!
I was doing my gymnastics in the
storage-room—-Indian war-clubs and
all that sort of thing, yon know-
^vlicn, all of a sudden, I lost balance
and tumbled over the pile of boxes.
Oown they went! Aunt Best keeps
> em packed, yon know, in case of ae.
c ' K i cll t mid, of course, the china must
nee( ] s i,e under all llio rest, and got
the hardest (humps. ’
“What did she say?” cried Gladys,
with uplifted hands and eyes shining
humidIv. Lovel
“She doesn't know,” au-
swered wiih twinkling dimples
around his lips. “Do you suppose I’m
going to ‘fess’ before I’m obliged to?
I seized a pattern-cup—broken in not
more than six pieces—and fled frauti-
cally to the nearest china-shop. They
recommended me—here. To Aliss
Maitland, No.—Sixth avenue. But I
never dreamed that I was coming lo
rny old playmate? Now, Gladys, I
am at your mercy. Can these ruins
be replaced or can they not?”
Gladys frowned, half closed her
lovely limpid eyes, pursed up her lips
in the intensity of her attention, and
finally nodded her head.
"Yes,” she said. “But it will be,
ofi, so expensive 1 First, we must or-
tier the china manufactured in just
that outre, ancient shape; then it must
be painted, piece by piece.
“Let us hope,’’said Lovel earnestly,
"that there will be no grand family
festival to use the china befoie
“Aunt Barbara never uses it,” said
Gladys, “She only unpacks it at in.
tepvajs, t° dream oyer the giatideui
Equal Rights to all, Special Privileges to None.
CARNESVILLE, FRANKLIN CO.. GA„ FRIDAY. MARCH 4.
of her ancestors. Courage, Lovol; .
think we shall save you yet!’’
“But, Gladys,” said the young man,
wistfully, “mayn’t I tell Aunt Bar¬
bara that you are here, alone? 1 am
quite sure she would invite you to her
house, if—”
Gladys colored to the very roots of
her hair.
“If you do, Love),” she said, “1
will forgive you. No. Wo neither
of us wish to see each other. Let
things remain as they are.”
“But 1 may come and see how tho
china gets on?”
“Oil, yes,” said Gladys, brighten¬
ing, “you may come. But, mind,
not a word to Aunt Barbara.”
Tho important business took time,
as all such things do, but drew to a
close at last, and one day the box of
china—new, yet such a perfect imita.
lion of the old one that Aunt Barbara
herself could not have told the differ¬
ence—was safely smuggled into the
backdoor and up to the storago
rooms.
“Now,” said Love), laughing, “1
shall breathe freely at last.”
lie gave Gladys a chock for a
hundred and fifty dollars, but as she
took it he looked earnestly at her.
“Gladys, darling,” said he, “ I
can’t keep my secret any longer. I
love you!”
“I knew that, long ago,” said
Gladys, iu the sweet, solemn way she
had.
“And yon, dearest?”
“ I love you, too,” said Gladys.
“Isn’t it the most natural tiling in
the world? But I am not going to
burden you with a penniless wife.
Wo must wait until I am a great
artist, you a prosperous lawyer.”
Lovol Best secretly inado up his
mind that nothing of the sort should
occur.
“I’ll go home and tell it all to Aunt
Barbara,” he resolved. “And if she
consents, all right; if she doesn’t, all
right, just tho same! Gladys is better
than a d zen fortunes!”
But when lie reached home, the ser¬
vants came to meet him with pale,
troubled faces. Aunt Barbara Best
had been found Bitting dead in her
chair.
Her will, all signed and sealed, left
all that she had to Lovel Best. Gladys
Maitland’s name was not once men¬
tioned.
But Gladys was co-heiress all the
same as Lovel’s wife; and, perhaps,
had the old lady known it, she would
not have been displeased. For coming
death lifts the vail off our hearts, and
Mrs. Barbara had more than once
wished that she had not been so sharp
and stern with Gladys Maitland.—
[The Ledger.
He Was Off.
There was an oldish couple sitting
on a bench at the Bridge piers, when
the man suddenly caught sight of a
policeman coining up the promenade,
and lie rose and walked down to meet
him.
••Does tiiis bridge connect New
York and Washington,” he asked.
“Of course not,” replied the of*
ficer.
“Is that Brooklyn over there?”
“Yes, sir.”
The old man went down into a coat¬
tail pocket and fished up a very long
aud very black-looking cigar and held
it out.
“What is this for?” asked tho
officer.
“Shi Don’t talk so loud I It is
for yon. I want you to do me a
favor.”
“Well ?”
“1 told the old woman tlmt the
bridge connected New York and
Washington, She sorter doubted
if. If she asks you teil [ter tho same
tiling.”
“But you arc way off.”
“I know it, but I’m not so allfired
way off as I will be if she finds out
she's right and I’m wrong! Why,
site’ll want to keep right on living for
200 years more, in order to twit me
of it about ten times a day!"—[New
York World.
A Grand Horseflesh Banquet.
It is really quite hard to account for
taste. Tho latest eccentricities of
Berlin, Germany, gourmets—and
more than half of them aro women—
is a crave for horseflesh. A grand
banquet of this meat is to take place
in one of the principal restaurants in
that city. Dishes prepared only from
this delicacy will be served, and the
menu comprises the following:
Horse broth with Tapioca.
Horse tongues glazed and ornamented.
Horse brains a la Toulouse.
Roast loin of horse. Cranberries.
Horses’s head en tortue with salad.
A horse restaurant is in course of
construction, and a specialty will lie
made of horse meat in its most attrac¬
tive forms.-.-[New York Commercial
Advertiser
BIG FARMS.
Great Tracts oi Land Under Cul-
tivation in North Dakota.
Their Size and Value Dis¬
cussed by Senator Casey.
One of the biggest farmers iu the
United Stales, and the man who con¬
trols perhaps as largo an amount of
cultivated laud as any man In I lie
United States Senate, is Senator Casey
of North Dakota. The Carrington A
Casey Land Company has a largo num¬
ber of square miles of Dakota land,
and it has 5000 acres under cultiva¬
tion. Senator Casey is the business
manger of this tract, and lie is one of
the broadest-minded fanners in the
country, lie looks, however, more
tike a sciontilie litterateur titan a
farmer. When asked the other day to
teil something of this big farms iu the
United States, lie replied:
“ I suppose the biggest farm iu the
United Stales is tho D.drympio farm*
which is located in tho Red lllver
Valley, and belongs to O iver I)al-
rvmple. This farm contains 50,000
acres of tho richest of Dakota lands.
It is well farmed; and its output is
very large. The finest farm iu the
United S ates is tlje Grandin farm,
which belongs to E. B. and J. L.
Grandin, who came from Tideoutc,
Pa., some years ago and bought a
large tract of Dakota land. This
farm is m the lt«d River Valley,
about twenty-five miles north of
Fargo.
It lias from 10,000 lo 15,000 aces
under cultivation, and it has made a
profit of $480,000 during the last ten
years. The lands composing it are
now worth from #35 to $50 per aore,
and Mr. Grandin has other farms near
this, lie is one of tho best farmers
in the country, and has as superinten¬
dent Mr. A. W. Dalrymple, a nephew
of Oliver Dalrymple, who owns the
big farm. Iu addition to these farms
there are in Nortli Dakota a great
number of farms ranging from 1000
to 0000 acres, Wo have 5000 in one
place, and we keep 4000 ucrcs of this
under eultvation.”
“How can you manage such a largo
farm?”
“The big Dakota farms are run on
business principles,” replied Senator
Casey. “Everything is systemati¬
cally arranged, and wo know just ex¬
actly what everything costs and what
everything is worth to us. A farm
like ours, for instance, has its book¬
keeper, its overseer and its employes.
Wo have reports every day from the
farm, showing just wlmt lias been
done during the day and what each
man, each horse and each machine lias
done. We estimate the wear and tear
of every machine in proportion to the
amount of work it doe3 and wo credit
it with all the repairs and know Us
life and valu . We know just what
each acre of wheat costs us and the
profits arising from it, and wo can tell
to a cent just iiow much of an interest
we are getiing on the capital invested.
All fanning of this kind is done on a
largo scale.
i * Wo have, for instance, twenty har¬
vesters, anil we can harvest 320 acres
of wheat a day. In putting in the
wheat we drill in about 250 acres a
dav, and our machines are all worked
under the directions of a foreman, so
that neither time nor labor is lost. In
thrashing we can thrash from 1200 lo
2000 bushels of wheat a day with one
machine, and the grain runs from the
thrashing machine into wagons,
and these are dumped into the
pit of our grain elevator and arc
carried by an endless chain of buckets
to the rooms in winch we wish it to
be stored.”
“Do you not think, Senator, that
tho tendency of Die times is toward
small faruifl rather than large ones?”
“No,” replied Senator Casey, “I
do not. I think everything points to
expansive farming. The farms of the
future in this country will be large
ones rather than small ones. Farming
becomes moro of a business every
year, aud the outlook is that from now
on farming will be ono of tlio best
paying industries of the United States.
The day of cheap lands is passing
away. There is very little unoccupied
Government land left which is worth
anything, and the day has come when
the prices of cereals must rise and the
people must pay the farmers wliat
their products are worth. The in-
ereased consumption of wheat the
world over averages 40,000,000
bushels every year, and this increase
will go on. The time will come when
there is less wheat than the world
wants, and prices will have to rise to
induce the farmers to raise it.
“As it is now it does not pay to
raise wheat in most part of the United
j States, The Stato Board of Agricub
lure for Ohio lately invest igmed I ho
matter and found that it costs #-0 an
acre to raise wheat in that slate, and
j j nm soeromry of the Bond of Trade
of Toledo matin a similar investigation
and found il coal #20 tin nrrn lo I'ii'hu
wheat in southern Michigan. We
lind that it costs ns about #t> per ncrc
for all (ho wheat wo raise in Norlh
Dakota, and you cannot get the far in¬
ers to raise wheat in Ohio until you
pay them a price that will not them a
good pcrcentago over the #20 tlmt it
co-ts to rn'ee it. i look for the time
when wheat .will bo $1.50 a bushel,
and even at this rate it will hardly pay
to raise it in some parts of tho Union.’’
Condensed Medicines for the Army
Tho method of supplying medicines
to military organizations is undergo¬
ing a revolution, Tito medic'ties tiro
now compressed into Inhlets, which
occupy bit! little of the space formerly
required. Some idea of tiie perfec¬
tion which this art of compression lias
been brought may be formed from th 0
statement that if the contents of llto
regulation light wooden chest, about
twenty-three inches long, fourteen and
one-lmlf inches wide and seventeen
and three-fourths incite* high,in which
are packed sixty square bottles, con¬
taining as many different kinds of
medicine, were liquified, and in their
customary jars and bottles, tlioy would
occupy nearly onc-balf tho space of n
regular freight car. Twenty-live of
the most important medicines, such as
quinine, carllutrtic pills and mixture*
designed to correct troubles arising
from Die use of impure water,aro con¬
tained in four and two-ounco bottles,
while medicines of less importance and
demand ate carried in half-ounce bot¬
tles; but all of them aro in tablet
form. Whiskey, brandy, alcohol and
castor oil are carried in largor bottles,
their ingredients rendering it impos¬
sible to form them into tablets. Cod
liver oil is one of the things that can
pe tabletized. When a certain medi¬
cine, sny a cough mixture, is needed
in quantities, a botllc holding a gill
of tho compressed tablets is equiva¬
lent to a gallon of liquid, and should
the bottlo break in transportation tho
merits of the tablets are not impaired.
Quo of these lozenges or tablets con¬
tains all the necessary ingredients ol
a famous liniment and when dbsolvo I
in an ounce of distilled water it heal-
ing properties are tho same ns if il
were in liquid shape and in a big glass
jar. The army medicine chest now in
vogue weighs about eighty-live pounds
complete, and thoref re t wo of them
can be easily curried by a pack mule
_[Courier Journal.
Photos Sent by IVire.
The transmission of pictures by
electricity is otic of the latest applica¬
tions of the subtle but extremely use¬
ful fluid, and (lie principle of this new
discovery is somewhat similar to that
on which tho telephone is based, use
being made of varying degrees of
light, instead of sound, as in the tele¬
phone. In order (o send a picture
over a wire it is first photographed
on what photographers call a stripping
film, composed of gelatine and bichro¬
mate of potash. After tho plcturo is
transferred to this film the film is
i washed with lukewarm water, by
which ail but the lines of tho picltiro
J are removed, leaving tho photograph
j in relief,
The point of a tracing apparatus,
when drawn across Ibis film from
side to side, vise3 and falls as it strikes
eacli line of the picture. This wavo-
likc motion of the tracer is made use
of to produce similar motion in inl¬
j ' other tracing apparatus at of the compU other
\ end of the line by means
ealed electrical mechanism, and each
j depression and elevation in the picture
is reproduc d iu a waxen cylinder on
tho receiving instrument. To accom-
pish this it is necessary to go entirely
over the picture that is being trans*
mitted, tracing lines across the siir.
\ luce. A single line conveys no idea
of the picture, but as they follow each
other they gradually outline tho ob-
ject.— [Electricity.
I
Iron’s Greatest Enemy.
A French cho nist has discovered t
n*w process for coating east-iron ves>*
eels with a fiim of maguetic oxide ol
! : ton so that exposure of the articles to
! the atmosphere for considerable time
j shows The not a sign consists of rust, in depositing
process
j by galvanic means a metal or metallic
alloy which is susceptible of volatiiiz-
! ation at a temperature of about 1000
1 degrees. After receiving this coating
the articles are subjected to a heat of
1000 degrees or more, according to
the required amount to cause the
volatilization of the , metallic . ... deposit. . ..
The formation of the magnetic ox-
; ides by this process is spontaneous,
j being perfectly adhesive and uniform,
• -[Philadelphia Retford.
ClllLIUtKVS COLUMN,
haruain* met SCHOLARS.
A (jure little mini kept an alphabet shop,
And out from his counter, hlpplty hop,
He ilnncctl until lie was ready to drop,
Singing and shouting with never a ato'
••Come In, little scholars
With bright silver dollars,
Or if you've not any
Then come with a penny,
1 have bumble Us
And marrowfat l’s,
Some Chinese l}s
And Japanese Ts,
A flock of Js
And lots of Es,
And perfectly beautiful dark-blue t's;
This is tin; place to buy your knowledge,
At cheaper rates than arc given at college I”
Then he'd draw a long breath and spin like
a top,
This queer little man in an alphabet-shop.
—Alina M. Pratt, In St. Nicholas.
rut: itns'r creut* or kvosi-ii.ua, .iai’AN.
Giiobhiinu is an island lying some
thirty miles below Yokohama, At
low tide Enosliiuui is a rocky penin¬
sula joined to tho land by a long sandy
bar. At high lido the water covers
Ibis sandy strip, and in times of heavy
storms also, the fai'-vencliing waves
make il an island and surround it with
foam. Eaoshimft is covered with
proves and iineii’nt temples, and there
is even it temple far In under tho is.
land, which one can outer only at low
tide. Tea houses and pretty summer
villas peep from the dense groves ; and
while pilgrims resort there to pray,
oilier people go to enjoy lish dinners
and to buy all tho curious sholls,
sponges, corals, sea weeds, attd pretty
trifles that can bo made of shells and
fish-scales.
Tho only unwelcome visitor to this
beautiful beach is (lie giant crab,
whose shell is about us largo as that
of the green-turtle, whose eyes project
aud wink, and roll horribly, while
each of his claws measure live and six
feet in length. The ordinary visilot
docs not meet this crab walking up
Dio beach in Hie daylight. Heavy
storms sometimes sweep them in from
tho deep wators whore they live, tine 1
the fishermen hunt them on tho rcefi
off-shore, or to their surprise bring
them tip in their nets. The weight oi
the crab and the thrashing of his clawt
generally ruin tho fisherman’s net,
and he isan unpleasant fellow-traveler
in a smull boal. Such a crab in the
middlo of a boat 12 feet long could
reach out at both ends ol
it and nip the men at bow
aud stern; and his reach, measured
sidewise, iu the real crab-fashion i*
sometimes over twelve foot. Tho fish¬
ermen used to consider it bad luck tc
haul up one of these crabs in a net.
Tlioy would make quick work ol
throwing the crab back into the water
and afterward beg in the cave shrine
of Bcnten Satna that the gods should
not plague them with any more such
luck, in this modern and money,
making day the fishermen have learned
that one big crab is worth more than
n whole netful of common fish.
Every perfect crub landed can be
sold for $5 or more, and in time each
travels to a foreign country and be¬
comes the gem in somo museum's col¬
lection of shell-fish.
The fisher-folk along this far Pacific
strand tell some stories that make a
bather find this crab ns dreadful as the
cuttle-fish, which also inhabits these
waters. Tlioy claim that tho big crab
will fight fiercely when attacked, and
will, without reason, nip at any mov¬
ing thing. Then, too, they say that
its eyes give out light and glow like
bails of fire in the dark. Some re¬
velers coming homo very lale from the
tea-houses of the neighboring village
of Katuse have been frightened sober
by seeing the beach full of these red-
eyed crawling monsters, who cracked
their claws in tho air and rattled thoh
bodies over the stones as they gave
chase.
Iu Japanese fairy stories, these
crabs have run away with bad little
boys and girls, haunted wicked per¬
sons’ dreams, and taken other part in
human affairs. The Enoshima crabs
wero brought into modern English
fiction by Rider Haggard, in bis story,
“Allan Quartcnnan.” In that book
the heroes came out from an under-
ground fire-chamber and floated along
a deep and narrow canon. When they
stopped to rest and eat, an army of
crabs came up at the smell of food,
an( ] ndled their eyes and cracked their
daws, until they frightened the heroes
away. foot-note
Mr. Haggard says in a
that lie had read of these crabs in
some book of travel, and borrowed
them for this canon scene to make
Allan Quartermain’s adventures the
more exciting.—[St. Nicholas.
Foreign Honors.
Primus—Johnson tells me they gave
Wm Uje f(eedem of (ll0 clty wheI1 he
was in Loudon.
Secitndus—Well, it is possible, you
know, that he may have succeeded iu
getting bail,— rEpoch.
OFFICIAL ORGAN
—OSP TEED—
FRANKLIN COUNTY ALLIANCE.
$ 1.00 PER YEAR.
A Song.
I (Rood upon the hill-top,
And beard the soft lirrezo ring
An echo of the wild-bird
Vpon its fragrant wing.
1 saw the day-god slipping
Adown the sky of blue;
I saw him kiss the (lowers,
And then—I thought of you.
I followed long the windings
Of a gentle little stream,
Whose low croon seemed an echo
Of music in a dream.
I paused to pluck the cresses
Tlmt on the margin grew,
lint truantly my thoughts, dear,
Would wander hack to you.
And when the day was ended
And shadows fell apace,
I closed my eyes in slumber
To—see again your face.
Your steadfast eyes were tender
With love so fond and true,
That all my dream was brightened
By that brief glimpse of you.
[—L. Wylie, in New York Advertiser.
HUMOROUS.
The slugger makes inouoy hand
over list.
Tho proper breakfast fare for
athletes: Turnover*.
’file smuggler appears to bo a fellow
who has no great amount of respect
for (lie customs of the country,
“ There’s a great art,” nays Mickey
Dolan, “in knowiti’ whatnot to know
whin ycz don’t want to know it.”
When a tramp is fortunate ciiougl
to get hold of (ho upper portion of i
roasted fowl he generally makos «
Mean breast of it.
“Whit drove this poor man insane
doctor?” “lie tried to figure out hit
wife’s reasons for sotting tho clock
ahead whenever she wished to get u;
early."
Motlior (reprovingly) to little gir
just ready to go for a walk): Dolly,
that hole was not in your glove this
morning. Dolly (promptly): Where
wus it, then?
llo (despairingly): It doesn’t mat¬
ter if 1 have got lots of money, I can¬
not forgot that my grandfather was i
stage-driver. She (sweetly): That is
all right. You can refer to your an¬
cestral hauls without going into par¬
ticulars.
A little girl being sent to a drug
slorc to buy some dye stuff, and for¬
getting tho name of Iho article, said
to tho shopman: “What do folks dye
with?” “Why, witli cholera, some¬
times,” ho replied. “Then,” said the
little girl, “give mo ftvo cents'
worth.”
Tramps Who Steal Rides on Trains.
Said a Pennsylvania conductor, “I
have found tramps in moro odd posi¬
tions on it freight train than you
would imagine ever existed. But,
for tlmt matter. I havo seen them hid
away in the wooden vestibules of a
mail train. That is fast traveling, but
not comfortable, for they must stand
bolt upright without moving or they
will bo detected. You kuow how
many train men take pity on a well-
meaning fellow and let him through,
even in the coaches. Tlioy crawl in
between two seats with lite backs re¬
versed. These arc not generally pro¬
fessionals. lint on freight cars I have
often found them stowed away in u
big water main on top of a flat car,
Yon may find a dozen tramps in a cai;
load of mains. Tramps can’t very
well ride on the trucks of freight
cars; they would get thrown off - com¬
ing around a sharp curve. But ex¬
press and baggage car trucks allow
room enough to get a good hold.
“Still, I havo found them riding
underneath freight curs in wliat would
seem (o be more perilous places than
on the trucks.
“Many of Die larger cun havo long
connecting rods reaching from one
truck to the other, underneath, to
brace the car up under the heavy
weight. Sometimes there are three
or four of these rods, a foot or so
apart and parallel. They aro stretched
over a bridge six or eight inches high,
like tho strings over tho bridge of a
fiddle. There is plenty of room for
Mr. Tramp to lie in between, aud if he
happens to have a small board along
he can travel very comfortably,
as I have frequently seen them.
“Tramps area necessary evil and 1
know of no way of getting rid of
them. Some conductors give them a
lift, evou letting them ride in the ca*
boose if a man is at all decent, but
this is against the rules. I expect this
partly accounts for the great distances
that you hear of their traveling. But
where you have a voiv long train it is
impossible always to keep them off,
and when they are on, and the train is
iu motion, you don’t suppose that a
brnkeraan is going to run the leugth of
seventy-five coal cars to have a tussle
with one of those fellows, do you?
A brnkeman’s life is worth a trifle,
even if a tramp’s isn’t.”—[New York
Sum