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franklin county.
111. NO. 18.
Plia New York Sun soliloquizes;
“A Pennsylvania miner is missing,
then ),j s wife disappears and a search
party timl her in Hie mine, whither
lie ha* gJ"0 to seek him, mad, sing-
( dead man’s body
v , love songs to Iho
w)io?« lirad lies in her lap. Tho sensi-
l>i lity of our grandfathers, now,
would have evolved all manner of pa-
(helical ballads from this episode,
Tho. vorsicles of their time aro rich in
such.” __
The dairy schools of Vermont, Wis-
cousin „ik 1 Minnesota, along with
a»v others that are coming to the
m
front, aie picking up wonderfully,
announces Hie American Dairyman.
Several gentlemen in different parts
of the country and especially at 1 lie
Lost, have attempted to start dairy
schools to till an aching void,, but
without success compared WJJIi (lie
cost. Now, however, the .stations have
taken up tho work and are - pushing
it with commendable zeal and'marked
micccs=, especially in the quality
product Hie students arc turning out.
One of the most important of all at¬
tempts toward good farming, thinks
the Chicago Times, is never to under¬
take too large -a domain. Undertake
no more than can he cultivated and
managed in Hie best manner. The
owner often enlarges his farm witli
the hope that lie can conduct tiie whole
of its operations and pay off a large
mortgage, btxt ho never does, lie gets
behindhand, is hurried and flurried,
his crops are plautod loo Jate, Hie
growth is small, and the weeds arc
large and take the precedence. A
moderate-sized farm enables him to
lay out work for tin season ; to en¬
gage or secure one-third more labor
than appears essential, but which the
event will prove to be required to fill
up vacancies in labor that occur in
spile of tiio delays of rainy days and
of accidents, and to keep them culti¬
vated in Hie best manner with full re¬
turns.
Ono of the most important actions
of the Western New York Horticul¬
tural Society at its recent sessions in
Rochester, thinks the Boston Culti¬
vator, was that favoring legislative
enactments for stamping out black
knot in the plum, yellows in peach
trees and Other contagious diseases.
Michigan lias long had such a law,
and the fact that these diseases have
thus been kept from that State has
given its fruit growers a great advan¬
tage. There is no more reason why
diseased trees should bo allowed under
private management on the farms of
their careless owners than that conta-
gcous disease of animals or human
kind should be left wholly to private
regulation. We have in most of Hie
States laws for destroying noxious
weeds at the expense of the owner of
tho land, whether he be willing or
not. A case of plum tree black knot
in a neighborhood, or of peach tree
yellows, may do 10 times as much
damage to the locality as could any
weed. It is not true that a farmer
can manage his farm or fruit growing
wholly to -nit himself. He must see
to it that in thus managing lie does
not injure the property of others.
Only a few years ago, hedgerows,
and, in summer, a wall of waving
grain, marked the lino of boundary
between Kansas and (he lands of the
Quapaws, Peorias, and other small
tribes of Indians whose reservations
were grouped in the northeastern part
°f the Indian Territory. “Not a
habitation, not a fence, not a sign of
civilization broke the prairie land¬
scape,” writes a correspondent who
is describing the seizure of the In¬
dians’ possessions by tire white man.
“in Hie timber along the streams the
Indians had (heir cabins, surrounded
by litiio ‘clearings’ for gardeu pur¬
poses, and their herds fed upon the
rich grasses of the open range. The
prairies and Hie timber abounded
with game and the streams swarmed
with fish. White men were per-
milled to enjoy tliese privi¬
leges under certain restrictions,
but that was all. All else was for the
Indian owners—the land, the hay an¬
nually going to waste, the timber, the
water power, and Hie minerals in the
earth.” The first trespass on tho do¬
main of the red man dated from the
time when Congress besieged by the
land-speculators, was prevailed upon
to pass a law permitting’ the Indians
to lake lands in severalty and tlie
whites to obtain them on leases. The
right to the lands in fee riinple was,
however, not granted. This was the
entering wedge. Pressure is now be¬
ing brought to bear ou Congress to
make over large tracts of the country
to town-site ’companies, and if the
concession is made the Indians will
ilien be permuted to sell their lauds,
nnd that part of Hie Territory will be
practically thrown opon to settlement.
THE ENTERPRISE.
“Poe Ye Nexte Thynge.”
The mysterious thread of life
Which lies in a tangled skein
Of duties and joys and voiceless hopes,
All knotted at limes with pain,
Will untwist its vexed string
As you “doe ye nexte thyngc.”
Do duties of every day
Coil closely from head to feet,
Till,throbbing with pain,the heart and brain
Against tbedria I meshes beat?
Would your heart soar and sing?
Ouly “doe yc nexte thynges.”
Ambition with mighty greed
For riches, or fame, or place
Entwines round the soul its web of lust
And s r ngies each hat \ly gr^ee.
W'oud you live by the. word?
Give “ye firAe tbvnges” to God.
With peace in the heart and mind.
Life's skein in its tangled niazs
Unravels its mysttoies one by one,
E’en down to the end of days.
Then “ye laste thyngc” will be
To pass over Death’s sea.
— [Alice Armstrong, in Frank Leslie’s.
THE FIRST DELEGATE,
BY EMMA A. OI'PEK.
Annie was up to her ears in work.
She had come to her Cousin Lorenzo
Fraser’s to visit, not looking forward
to a whirl of gaiety, siuco Lorenzo
was a minister.
But. sho had not even visited. Loren¬
zo’s wife was sick abed with a mild
attack of pleurisy. The children had
been sent to her mother’s, and good,
faithful Lorenzo was getting his own
meals; but even so, Annie had found
Mrs. Fraser in the depth of a despair
which was quite frantic.
For the conference was to be held
in their church next week, and they
were to entertain at least four of the
delegates, and she sick abed, with the
house in disorder and not a bit of
cookiug done!
Annie .had straightened her pillow,
and smiled comfortingly.
“Then I’m glad enough I camc,’>
she said, energetically; “and I’ll stay
longer than the week I came for,if it’*
necessary. Mother doesn’t need me.
I’ll see you safely through the confer¬
ence, and stay till you’re up, Tilley. I
know how to work, you know. Don’t
worry a hit now.”
“The dearest girl in the world!”
poor Tilly had sighed, rest fully, to
Lorenzo that night. “The smait-ist
and the best, and one of the prettiest,
too, Y'es, she’s unusual every ivsv.
I wonder how it conies she isn’t mar¬
ried, or engaged even? When we
were there last winter, there was that
young man—what was his name?
Whitbeek? Whitcomb?—who paid her
every attention, and seemed so nice.”
“Nice young men who pay hand¬
some girls every attention don’t al¬
ways want to marry them,” said Lor¬
enzo, with unexpected worldly wis¬
dom. “Not but that Annie is good
enough for the best of them. But
I’vo heard since that that young
Whitby went West”
“I hope Annie’s heart didn’t go
with him,” Tilly murmured.
That was how it came about that
Annie was np to her oars in work.
Jt was Saturday afternoon. She
had washed a few tilings that morn¬
ing, and she intended to hake bread
and some pumpkin pies and a cake,
and make apple and cranberry sauce
before night, and do the small iron¬
ing.
A white cloth hound her yellow
head neatly, and a long apron covered
her from chin to foet. A few blonde
locks escaped prettily, ami her heated
cheeks were becomingly red.
But she was too rushingly busy to
give a thought to her appearance; she
was saying to herself that if anything
happened to interrupt her, she should
die—when the door bell pcaied.
She gasped and groaned. Dread¬
ful! Site took her hands out of the
bread-dough, but they were doughy,
and there were various smudges on
her apron.
She knew the pies would burn if
she left them; and how could she stop
to entertain anybody? It was a
flushed -and flustered young person
who went frowning!)’ to the door.
It was a man. Of course it was a
man! She had known it would be a
man. It was a man witli a heard and
an utterly absurd long coat to his
heels, as though the thermometer wr.s
at zero.
Annie did not like eccentricities,snd
shc disliked beards. She regarded
stiffly the third button of the objee-
tionablc coat.
“Well?” she said.
«I—you—I—” the visitor stam¬
mered. dawned
And then the truth upon
Annie.
“Oli!” she faltered; “you are oue
of the delegates? You’ll excuse ine—
I ought to have known 1 But we didn’t
expect any till Monday. Come in,
please—come in!”
She was u litch abashed. A minister
and she >vi«h a gretpy npion. and a
Equal Rights to all, Special Privileges to None.
CARMESV1LLE, FR ANKLIN CO.. GA., FRIDAY, MAY 6,1898.
round her head! She taikod ou
apologetic haste.
“Mr. Fraser did not look for any of
the delegates this week, but of course
yon are very welcome, llo isn’t at
home just now, but you will lay your
coat off and make yonrself comfort-
able? Tin sorry, but Mrs. Fraser is
ill. I am their cousin, and I am taking
her place as nearly as l can.”
She was shaking down tho baso-
burner in tho parlor, having given tho
delegate a chair. She thought hor
cordiality ought to thaw him—that
and the base-burner.
But he sat down with his coat on,
without response beyond a cough, lie
seemed stiff.
Annie supposed young ministers
were commonly afflicted that way.
Or wasn’t lie young? That horrid
beard made it difficult to judge, and
the parlor was dim.
“Mr. Fraser will be sorry not to
have been here lo receive you,” said
Annie. Site contrived to shove a foot¬
stool within the man’s reach, and
placed the last magazine on the tablo
near him. The pies were engrossing,
her thoughts chiefly. “I know you’ll
excuse me? I’m so busy just now!”
“Certainly, certainly 1” the delegate
responded, making evident the fact
that his voice was heavy enough to
keep the sleepiest congregation awake.
“Don’t let me detain you.”
“I’ll come back now and then,”
Annie thought, with recovered self-
possession.
And when the pies were out of the
oven, and Hie bread in, sho did go
back, with a set little phrase for the
entertainment of the earliest delegate.
“Will the conference he a large
one?” she queried. “Mr. Fraser
thinks so.”
“He ought to know,” the delegate
rejoined.
Some of his dignity had evaporated
before the genial glow of (he base-
burner. He leaned forward with his
elbows on his knees.
“It was in Connellsviile last time,”
said Annie.
“Where the cheese factory is,” said
the delegate. “I suppose the confer¬
ence subsisted ou cheese mainly.”
Auiiie smiled. Why, the delegate
was quite bright and humorous.
“Cheese always makes you think of
pie,” lie added, “I beg your pardon,
hut do I smell pumpkin pie baking?”
“You smell pumpkin baked,”
Annie laughed. “Would you—would
you have a piece?”
The delegate made a gesture of
pleased assent.
“There's nothing I’m so fond of,”
he declared. *
Annie wont and brought it. The
delegate was surprisingly unmiais-
terial; but he wasn’t the poke she had
taken him for. As for that, sho could
remember when Lorenzo ln.d been a
regular “case.”
She put the pie, a big and thick and
delicious-looking wedge, ou a china
plate, and the plate on a napkined
tray.
“All!” said tho dolegate, smacking
his lips. “So many thanks.”
“Perhaps,” said Annie, conscience-
stricken, “you liavii’t had any din¬
ner?”
“Well—a lunch,” the delegate an¬
swered, hesitatingly.
“Wouldn’t you like— Wait I”
Annie whisked away, and came
back wilh cold meat ami milk and
bread and butter and pickles.
The delegate spread them on the
centre- table with an air of extreme
satisfaction.
< I was hungry,” he said, in his
hoarse-sounding voice. “Famished.
1 feel like a tramp, though, to ho get¬
ting away with ail tiio cold food
you’ve got.”
“Getting away” witli thing* was
peculiarly nuclerical. Annie wavered
between astonishment and mirth.
“Shall you make me chop wood in
the back yard to pay for it?” queried
tho delegate, j raisins,”
“I’d rather you’d “tone
said Annie, “I’ve got a cake to
make for the delegates. Cousin 'I illy
says that the conference delegates aro
dreadful eaters.”
“It’s frcm being asked to tea so much
by members of their congre gatious,”
said the deifg t“, “and not being given
anything but tea and preserve". When
lliey get where there is something to
eat, they eat.”
Annie tittered. She wished the
parlor were less dim, or that lie would
look at her more squarely. A really
humorous minister was something
new. She could almost forgive Hie
coat, which was still on, and the
beard.
“Is it going to be a fruit cake?”
said (he delegate. “With currants,
besides the rastnS?”
“Yes,” Annie responded.
“Ami citron?”
“And citron,” said Annie,
“I will stone the raisins,” *<£td the
lie took up the emptied tray with
nn enthusiastic flourish and followed
Annie lo tho kitchen,
She was filled with astonished
amusement. Was there over such a
conference delegate—such a iniuister?
Certainly ho was jolly, but was ho to
be exactly approved of? Sho was bo*
wildercd.
“If yon could lend me a dish-apron,”
said tho delegate, “why, I could pilch
right in.”
Annie turned 1o look at him. It
was not dim in the kitchen. The
light from the south window fell
squarely upon him.
She dropped with a crash tho spoon
and tin dish sho had taken, and gasped
and wavered backward.
“Joe!” sho cried, faintly.
The delegate jumped and grasped
her.
“Don’t faint, Annie 1 Annie, dear,
don’t! Oh, littlo girl, aren’t you glad
to sco me? It seems ns though Icouid
eat you alive! Excuse the expression.
It’s Western. Annie.”
“It can’t be you, Joe!” she cried,
clutching the lapels of the long coat.
“How—When— Joe, Joe, I wasn’t to
have seen you again till next spring!”
“Didn’t I toll you I should come
back for you as soon as ever l was
able?” lie demanded, fondly. “Did
I want to wait till next spring? No!
And I’m able now, Annie. The real
estate business in Wisconsin is a first-
rate one, Annie—or it has been for me.
Whitlock <fc Co. (and I’m the company)
has boomed—fairly boomed—and I’ve
come back for my promised wife. I
got home yesterday, and when ’I
found you were here, I made a bee¬
line—”
“But, Joe," sho interupted, pvo.
testingly and unsteadily and tenderly,
“that awful coat—and a beard!”
“The climate in Wisconsin is to
blame for both,” he pleaded; “and
for my awful cold, too. To think
you didn’t know me, Annie! Oh, it
was rich! I was wondering how
long I could keep it up.”
“I was so flustered with the hurry
I was in.” she said, slowly and
wondcringly, “and I was so far from
expecting you, Joe, dear, and so suro
that you must be a dolegate. And
your beard and long coat, and your
hoarseness, and tho parlor was so
dark! I knew there was something
queer and natural about all the funny
things yon were saying. How could
I have been so stupid?” sho mar¬
veled.
“You could hardly have helped it,”
he declared, with his arm strangely
located.
“A delegate—the first conference
delegate!” she cried. “Oh, Joe, the
joko is on you! And, Joe,” she
begged, with feminine abruptness amt
softness, “you will have that heard
oil', won’t you? Do!"
“I’ll leave the beard,” said the first
delegate, bestowing a kiss, “if 1 can
take you.”
“I shall see Tilly safely through
the conference, though,” said Annie,
flying to take off the apple-sauce be¬
fore it burned.
“Nice young men.” said Lorenzo lo
liis wife tiiat evening, humorously,
“do, perhaps, oftener than not marry
the handsome girls they have paid
attentions to.”
Dyeing Living Flowers.
Jt is said that two poor Parisian
women, who earn a livelihood by
making artificial flowers, have hit on
a process for dyeing natural flower 8
in brilliant hues. Public attention
was called to flic matter by florists
who received in a lot of flowers somo
sweet-williams of a bright green col-
or. It seems that one of the women
poured some paint into a bowi in
which some natural flowers sho was
copying had been put in water. The
next day she was astounded to find
that the flowers had assumed the hue
of the paint. Being a woman of in¬
quiring mind she continued experi¬
menting and succeeded in producing
various colors never intended by na¬
ture, but very available in art. Sho
immediately commenced dyeing flow¬
ers for the market, and extended her
practice to other sorts fit blossoms,
including white lilacs and camelias.
The only colors employed by her at
present are violet, green and pink.
The vioict is obtained by using the
“violet of Paris” dye, and the other
two are due to chemical compounds
witli long names, one of which con¬
tains twelve and the other twenty syl¬
lables.— [New Orleans Picayune.
A Simple Test.
Mrs. Shafplong—1 fear my hue-
band’s mind is affected. Is there any
sure lest?
Doctor—Tell him you’ll never speak
to lnm again. If ho jangbs, lie’s sane.
—[N-Y- Weekly,
DISMAL SWAMR
|
Virginia's Immense Tract of
Swampy Land Described.
Its Vepretation, Animal Life
and Value if Drained.
Tho Dismal Swamp in Virginia, oito
of tho largest of tho swampy tracts In
America, is also ono of tho most
promising areas for reclamation. It
contains fully 1500 square miles, and
is at present of little value, oxcopt for
a supply of timber which is constant"
ly diminishing. Tito swamp is sit¬
uated on an inclined plain, gontly un¬
dulating, and is really nothing but u
continuation of the low, swampy,
coastal plain, which extends from
Texas northward. It is an oid sou-
bottom, and tho western boundary of
tho swamp is a sou cliff and bead).
Owing to tho original deficiency of
slope it is swampy because the water
cannot run oft', and its swampy nature
is increased by tho growth of vogeta-
tion which acts like a sponge in re¬
taining water.
Near tho center of the swamp is
the famous Lake Drummond, about
which so much has been written, and
the origin of which is still an unset¬
tled question. It lias been supposed
that during somo time of drought a
fire, burning the peat, has produced a
large depression in which the waters
of the lake have gathered. Prof.
Sluder of tho United States Geologi¬
cal Survey considers this explanation
to be irnprobablo, although smaller
pools have been produced iti this way.
He offers as a theory that as the vege¬
tation grew upon the old sea-bottom,
which had been raised to dry land, it
began to grow first on the margin,
and gradually (o extend over tho en¬
tire area, Lake Drummond being the
last placo to bo filled. One of tho
most interesting features connected
witli the Dismal Swamp is its peculiar
vegetation.
Trees generally cannot grow in very
swampy tracts, for their roots need to
have acccess to tho air during the
growing season. The bald cypress
under ordinary conditions differs in no
way from an ordinary treo with re¬
spect to its roots; but in swamps such
us the Dismal Swamp where the roots
aro bencaih water all tiio year, it lias
formed the habit of sending a knec-
like protuberance from the roots up
above the water into the air—breath¬
ing-holes, one might say, for tho
roots. In this way tho cypress can
live in very wet swamps. Tho black
gum of tho Dismal Swamp accom¬
plishes the same end by arching its
roots so as lo raise portions of them
above water.
As would be expected, the animal
life of this great swamp is also pe¬
culiar. No squirrels exist because thero
are no nuts; ground-loving nnimnls
are also absent because of the extreme
wetness, so that there are no mice,
moles, squirrels or other animals of
this class. Birds which build ou tho
ground cannot live here, and tlio chief
animal population of the higher classes
consist of water birds and snakes. Of
tho larger animals hoars are abundant,
and there is a peculiar and very fero¬
cious species of wild horned cattle.
These animals, probably the descend¬
ants of former domesticated cattle,
are now thoroughly wild and very
dangerous. The figlils of the wild
bulls are said to bo very exciting by
those who have seen them, and in the
contests between the Lears and tho
bulls both arc sometimes killed. It is
said that the bear, in order to escape
the danger from the horns of tho cat¬
tle, have tho habit of springing upon
their backs and rending the muscles
which support tho head of their prey.
The region is in part a wilderness,
but some efforts have been made to
drain it, these have been in the main
unsystematic and unscientific, and
have produced little result of value.
Prof. Sha!er estimates that by a proper
system of draining this great swamp,
fully 160,000 acres of land can bo re¬
claimed at a cost of$1,000,000, mak¬
ing the land worth some $16,000,000.
The land is very favorably situated
for cultivating and marketing garden
crops. Experiments already made
prove the soil and climale to be ad¬
mirably adapted to the culivatiou of
vegetables. The Norfolk district,
where a costly system of fertilizing
is necessary, now furnishes a large
part of the supply of such crops to
from four to five millions people
along the northern coast, and the de¬
mand is certain to increase. The
drainage chaunels could furnish water
transportation to within a mite of
every part of the tilled area and thence
to the sea. — [American Agriculturist.
The bigger fool a man is the better
satisfied |io seems to be with b'ro-eif,
OFFICIAL ORGAN
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FRANKLIN COUNTY ALLIANCE.
Riches of Hindoo I’riuces.
Sir Edwin Arnold say* in tlto (M*
engo Tribune: What would gratify
most, no doubt, such Atnoric.au
ladies as may honor mo by rending
(lioso sketchy recollections, amid nl*
thoso picturesque surroundings o£
Eastern royal life, would be. 1 think,
the various Tosha’khaima or treasure
chambers of Iho Indian courts.
Somo of iho finest goms in tho
world aro still to bo soon in thoso
Tosiia'khaiias of tho poniiisuia, wltoro
thoy ave greatly prized and carofully
guarded. Many of tho best pearls
from Ormuz or Ceylon, of tho choic¬
est pigeon blood rubies from Burma!);
emeralds of extraordinary size,
carved with long inscriptions in Per¬
sian, Arabic and Sanskrit, with deli¬
cate and costly enamels after iho stylo
of tho niastor art of .Jeyporo, wore
stored in that royal collection which
l inspected at Burodn of tiuzarat.
There wore swords there whoso hilts
alouo wore worth a largo oslate, so
richly wore they enisled with costly
stones, and the blades of somo among
(hem were of such line and perfectly
tempered steel ns to be occasionally
more valuable than tho handles.
Certain among (ho choicost (dados
had slots cut in tho damasked sleol up
and down which ran cosily pearls or
rubies cut to a round bead, and some
of them were thrust into spiral scab¬
bards, so faultless wore their spring
and elasticity. The old Mahratta cus¬
todian would suddenly opon somo old
marmalade jar or sardine box taken
from the great barred vault and turn
out of this unlikely receptacle,
rolled up in an ancient rod or groon
rag, sue!) a belt of sapphires and
diamonds, such a diadem of Oriental
rubies, such a bracelet or anklet or ring
for the nose or linger that must have
made the eyes of any lady who had a
proper and becoming passion for
beautiful tilings sparkle like the
jewels tbeirsolves.
On high public occasions thoso
princes and magnates of India vie
with eacl) other in Iho brilliant and
gorgeous display of gems with which
thoy repair on their elephants to dur¬
bars or reception’. Tho native class’),
cal name for such lovely baubles
is snuteshn, the Sanskrit word for
‘‘contentment,” as if their won¬
der and bcautv were calculated to till
ordinary hearts and minds quite to tho
brim. It is better, however, for those
who aro not millionaires to talk and
think as little as possiblo about the
glittering contents of tlio o Indian
treasure-chambers.
The Writers of Great Hymns.
It seems a singular fact that appar¬
ently nothing in a literary wy will
relegate a writer to oblivion so surely
as to bo the author of a world-famous
hymn. I have often thought of this
upon being introduced to somo person
of whom I had never heard, only to
find that ho or she is the author of
some hymn familiar to almost every¬
one. Take a few instances. For ex¬
ample, nearly everyone has heard or
sung the line of “Shall We Gather at
tho River?” and yet how many know
even the name of the author, much
less (he fact that ho is living? Yet few
men are more respected in Plainfield,
N. J., than is Rov. Robert Lowry, D.
D. Way out in Richmond, III., lives
Dr. 8. Fillmore Bennett. To how
many is that name familiar, yet to
whom is his familiar church song,
“The Sweet By-and-Bye,” not famil¬
iar P In the interior of Now York
Sate lives Mrs. Annie Sherwood
Hawkcs, who wrote those famed lilies of
“I Need Thee Every Hour ?” <Inly a lit¬
tle better known, and soinowlmt less
forgotten, is tho Rev. Dr. Samuel
Francis Smith, tho author of our
national anthem, “My Country, ’Tis
of Thee,” as well as of tho hymn,
“'Flic Morning Light is Breaking !*’
As one of tho professors of the Uni¬
versity of Rochester, tho Rev. Joseph
Ilcnry Gilmore is tar bettor known
than as the author of the lines, “Ho
Leaded) Me, Oh, Blessed Thought!”
Hardly known, and never recognized
on the streets of New York as sho
walks out, is Fannie Crosby, the
author of countless hymns, but per¬
haps none so famous as “Safe in (lie
Arms of Jesus." It is odd that tho
veil of obscurity should seem to be tho
inevitable reward of those whose
pens have given us Hie hymns
which have brought consolation and
joy to so many thousands. — [The
Epoch.
Willing to Assist.
New Son-in-Law—Ahem! You re¬
member, Mr. Oldchapp,.you said that'
after wc were married you would as¬
sist me in the matter of furnishing a
house.
Mr. Oidciiapp—Certainly, my boy,
certainly.’ Gome around the corner
witli me and I’ll introduce you lo a
friend of mine who is in the install¬
ment business,—[Neiy ^orjf Weekly.
$1.00 PER YEAR.
Sernt Thoiigltls.
I hold it true that thoughts arc things
Endowed with bodies, breath and wings,
And that we send them forth to (111
The world with good results- or 111.
That whirl) we call our secret thought
Speeds to the earth’s remotest spot,
And leaves Its blessings or its woes
Like tracks behind it ns it goes.
It is God’s law. Remember it
In your still chamber as you sit •
With thought you would not dare hav»
known,
And yet make comrades when alone.
These thoughts have llfo, and they will fly
And leave their impress by and by,
Like some marsh breeze, whose polsonet
breath
Breathes into homes Its fevered breath.
And after you have quite forget
Or all outgrown some vanished thought,
Hack to your mind to make its home,
A dove, or raven, it will come.
Then let your secret thoughts bo fair;
They have a vital part anil share
In shaping worlds ami molding fate—
God’s system is so Intricate.
— [Elln Wheeler Wilcox.
HUMOROUS,
Of two women chooso the one that
will have you.
The only way to got a hen out of tin
garden is to go slow hut slioo’er.
’Tis had to bo cut by old friends,
but it’s worso to he dropped by the
sheriff.
“Excuse the liberty I take,” as the*
convict remarkod when he escaped
from tho stato prison.
If you do a man a favor do not let
him know it, or tho chances are he
will come back for unothor lift.
It is worth noling that people who
seem familiar with the English lan¬
guage take the grontest liberties with
it.
Bright Child—I know what they
call ’em, mamma, when there'*
three twin*. Mamina—What, K&ty?
Bright Child—Giblots.
One tiling i* to bo said in the
loafer’s favor. Time does not run
away from him as it docs from the
busy man. Days do not flip out from
under his fingers faster than he can
count them.
A Texas gentleman applied to a
friend for information in regard to a
certain man whom lie wished to em¬
ploy on ilia ranch. “Is lie honest and
reliable?” “I should say so. Hois tried
and trusty. He ha* boon tried four
times for stealing horsed and he got
clear every time,” wits tho reply.
Doctor: Your husband appears to
he run down, anxious and over¬
worked; hut I sco no signs of insanity.
Mrs. Van Riverside: Tin sure ha’* in
danger of It.^ Insanity runs in his
family, you know. “Does it?” “Yes,
indeed. Two of his sisters had
chances to marry rieli men, und then
married poor ones.”
Ten Dollars Would Have Been Cheap.
“Tho Invasion of tramps and beg¬
gars iuto New York, which peop’o
are complaining of,” said a clerk in
an uptown hotel tho other day, “re¬
minds mo of a similar experience wo
had out in Sail B’rancisco some years
ago, when I was keeping a small hotel
there myself. Every tramp and
‘blanket-man,’ ns they called them in
the state, seemed to have struck ’Frisco
at the samo time, and you may imag¬
ine that tho regular beggars whom we
had always with us were disgusted.
The nuisance became so great that
charity got dammed up altogether,
and the fellows took to threats to ex¬
tort alms. Nearly everybody in 'Frisco
in those days, however, carried a
pistol, anil after half a dozen of the
loafors got shot tho fraternity became
discouraged and left town as suddenly
as they came.
“I had a nice littlo hotel, newly and
finely furnished, and I was catering
to a quiet and respectable family trade.
Lois of ladies in the house, you un¬
derstand. Well, one day a man came
up to the desk and asked me for some
assistance. I refused and ordered him
out.
“If you don’t give me $10,” he said,
“PI commit suicide right here in
your hotel.”
“I was amused at this novel threat,
and asked him. with a laugh, why ho
did not make it $100.
“I’m not joking,” he answered.
“Get out of here,” I said angrily,
“The man pulled a pistol from his
pocket, and thinking he was going to
shoot me, I grabbed mine. But he
put the muzzle of the weapon into
his own mouth and blew his brains
aikorof my expensively frescoed wall.
The trouble I bad With. tbetinqueat and
the coroner cist me mofe than $10
was worth. But worst of all, several
nervous ladies, good customers, left
my house and took their families with
therm They never could sleep, they
said, in a hotel. where a horrid man
had blown out’ Ills ’ brain*.—[New
York 'J.’ribune.