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Roses in Bulgaria.
Bulgaria, the little country in Europe
which we hear so much about of late, is
a veritable rose garden in cultivation itself. In no
part of the world has the of
the rose come so near perfection as j n
this small State, and although the soil
and atmosphere of the country have
much to do with the success of the work,
the native inhabitants have made such a
long and careful study of the plant and
its needs that they have created wonders
out of their fields of blooming roses. As
is well known, the flowers are grown
there for the purpose of extracting the
preciousaroma known as “Otto of Rose,”
but this circumstance docs not detract in
the least from the appearance obthe roses.
The bushes require considerable care and
attention, and they arc seldom allowed
to attain a height of over six feet.
In the great rose gardens, where the
flowers arc raised for manufacturing the
“Otto of Rose,” the bushes are seldom
grafted bushes or budded. The roots forming
the of a young rose garden carefully are
taken from the old bushes and
buried with plenty of manure, where they
send up young shoots. These reach their
full growth in about five years, and for
fifteen years will yield large crops of
roses. When an old bed begins to fail
the bushes are cut away and new shoots
allowed to spring up, or the whole field
flowed up and roots from another bed set
out in their place. A successful rose
grower keeps several rase gardens at all
times in different stages of development,
so that when one garden begins to be un¬
productive in. another one is about ready to
come The roses blossom in the latter
part of May, when all the neighborhood
is employed in picking them and getting
them addition to the distillery.
In to the great industry of
extracting the precious aroma from the
roses, the inhabitants of Bulgaria make
quite a business of exporting rose slips
and roots to different countries. The
facility with which the roses grow in the
fertile valleys of that country makes it
a profitable market. business to raise the bushes
for The cuttings for buds are
sent hundreds of miles packed in long
grass and surrounded with straw disposed
longitudinally. But the particular rose,
from which the Otto of Rose is made,
therosa moschata, cannot be grown with
much success in any other part of Europe.
Attempts have been made frequently to
cultivate it in the south of France, but
all such experiments have proved a
failure. The slips and roots of the
bushes are sent to different parts of
Europe, where the rose is grown in some
of the principal public gardens. The
aroma is so sweet that it will scent up the
whole room if kept in doors, and will
even garden impregnate with the outside atmosphere odor.—
of a its penetrating
M Bs Magazine.
General Washington’s Farm.
General 'Washington possesses 10,000
acres of land in one body, where lie
lives; constantly employs 240 hands;
keeps 25 plows going all the year, when
the weather will permit ; sowed in 1787.
GOO bushels of oats, 700 acres of wheat,
and prepared as much corn, barley,
potatoes, beans, peas, etc.; lias near 500
acres in grass, and sowed 150 with
turnips. working Stock, heifers 140 horses, and 112 steers, cows, and 235
oxen,
500 sheep. The lauds about bis scat are
all laid down in grass; the farms are
scattered around at the distance
of two, three, four or five miles,
which he visits every day unless the
weather is absolutely storniv. He is con
stoutly making various and extensive ex¬
periments for the improvement of
agriculture. He is stimulated with that
desire which alwavs actuates him—to do
good to mankind. In 1786 he killed 150
nogs lamily . weighing 18,500 pounds, for his
use, exclusive of provision for his
negroes, which was made into bacon.—
From an Al nut • or 17 90.
Doing good is th c o nly certainly happy
c ion of a man's iife.
TJie Michigan W. C. T. U., at its recent an¬
nual meeting, voted $300 to assist the unions
in States where amendments are pending.
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GOOD STORIES SHOWING THE
SAGACITY OF DOGS.
A Black and Tan and a Poodle
Tricking Each Other—A Dog
Outwits a Lady—Puss
Punished, Etc.
black Tippic was a black and tan an White
but n poodle. They were great friends,
their friendship did not make them
unwilling dog to overreach each other. A
new kennel was built, and on it each
dog cast his eyes longingly. As soon as
the workman had left, White ran in.
Tippie barked appealingly before it, but
in vain. White had lost all desire for
play. Now both dogs dearly loved
a tramp to bark at. Tippie, discouraged
with all legitimate efforts to dis¬
lodge White, ran to the front fence
and barked ferociously at an evident
tramp. White listened until he could
stand it no longer. Bounding out of the
kennel he ran up and down behind the
fence in furious search. Meanwhile,
Tippie made for the kennel. White Chagrin saw
and appreciated Tippie’s ruse.
kept him quiet a little while; But then he.
too, discovered a tramp. Tippie
listened to him unmoved. White, how¬
ever, had his resources. Going to the
place where they were regularly fed, he
appeared to be eating. There was no
exultation, not even a discreet wag of
the tail. Tippie saw him and in an in¬
stant was at his side, when off went
White like a shot and took possession of
the dog-house. Tippie came back sadder
and wiser. In vain he ran and barked at
imaginary tramps. food. In vain did he gulp
imaginary White watched him
complacently discovered from the kennel. At length
This Tippie dragged a noble white bone.
he to the rear of the kennel,
where he gnawed and growled with
frantic delight. White could stand it
no longer. As he bounded around the
kennel one way, Tippie took the other.
Having regained the kennel no persua¬
sions could tempt black and tan out of it
that day.
From Staten Island come two good
dog stories. A dog-loving family has a
remarkably his wit, intelligent pet. proposed Discussing send
one day, it was to
him upstairs for the his ladies mistress’s upstairs, wrap.
But, first, one of went
laid the wrap on the floor, and sat down
on it with her sewing. The dog was
sent, and quickly found the wrap. Vain¬
ly he tugged at it, first on one side, and
then on the other. Discouraged, but not
dismayed, he paused for a moment, when,
suddenly making a dive, he seized the
sewing in his teeth, and ran toward the
fire. His opponent, now off her guard,
ran after him to rescue her work. This
wac enough; the dog dropped the sew¬
ing. ran for the wrap, and bore it in tri¬
umph to liis mistress.
Another dog was much annoyed by a
neighboring cat. This cat was accus¬
tomed to lie in wait for him and, from a
gate post near a corner, to spring down
upon his back and claw him. One day,
having quietly repeated her usual trick, the dog
disappeared round the corner.
After some time he came back, his tail
high in the air. Sure enough there was
the cat on the gate post, and, as usual,
down she pounced. But she was scarcely
down when another dog bounded round
the corner, sprang upon her and whipped
her soundly. Evidently the helpless dog
had called in aid.
Bruno is a dog, a cross between a St.
Bernard and a Newfoundland, a hand¬
some fellow, but not regarded fond as of of high
intelligence, ing umbrella. lie is very going carry¬
an One day, out to
walk, he was given the umbrella to carry.
It was on a country road, and Bruno, go¬
ing off on an excursion of his own among
the high grass of the meadow, came back
without the umbrella. Everything that
could be conceived was done to make him
go m . search of it. But never did he seem
so stupid. He wandered about helplessly,
and was apparently unable to understand
what he was desired to do. The next
day, however, he made amends by going
over to a neighbor's,stealing ail umbrella.
and bringing it home with great pride.
—New York Epoch.
What She Said.
Young man (to messenger boy)—
“What did the voung ladv sav when you
gave her the flowers?"
Messenger Boy—“She asked the young
feller who was sittin' on the porch with
her if he didn't want some for a button¬
hole bouquet .”—New York Sti .
Surprised Redskins.
Bank Commissioner Potts, of Los An¬
geles, Cal., had an amusing California. experience The
in the gold times of
story, as told to a local reporter, runs as
follows:
In the early days of the gold excite
ment. before many of the young men of
the present day were born, Mr. Potts
and his partner, both miners, put their
heads together and decided that there was
probably gold at the head waters of the
San Joaquin. They thought it would be
well to investigate the matter, and ac¬
cordingly they set out. In due time
thev arrived.
bed 1 hey discovered forks, a deep and hole in the
of one of the they con¬
cluded that if there was gold anywhere
in the bed of the stream it was in that
hole. Thep tried diving to reach the
bottom, but the water was too deep, and
they found themselves in a dilemma.
Mr. Potts’s partner bethought him of a
diving suit in San Francisco, that he
could procure, and the decision was
reached that he go and bring it. This
he did, arriving with it after a time.
Those who have seen a diving suit are
aware of the frightful appearance of a
man arrayed in it. The front of the
headpiece is a large circular pane of glass
that gives the wearer the appearance of a
hideous Cyclops. From the top of the
head runs a rubber tube for supplying air
to the diver, and there is also a rope at
taclied for hauling him up.
Mr. Potts’s partner arrayed himself in
the suit. Lying across the hole was a
fallen tree, and Mr. Potts and his partner
walked , out upon the „ Ior, antlthe , , partner
slipped down into the water and was
instantly out-of sight, Mr. Potts holding
the rope by winch to hold him up. The
agreed While signal was a jerk on the rope.
Mr. Potts was thus sitting on
the log and holding the rope he appeared
to be fiA ; ig with a stout line for big
fish He was thus engaged when Chief
Kaweah and his squaws came down from
the mountains, where they had been
gathering addressed nuts. He stopped and thus
Mr. Potts:
“You ketchum fish?”
“No, not yet,” was the reply, “but I
expect a bite pretty soon.”
The old chief was evidently much in
terested in the scene, and without more
ado he squatted on the ban£ and awaited
developments, his squaws following his
exn mplc. there the
Pretty soon came a jerk on
rope that rippled the surface of the water,
Kaweah became greatly excited when he
saw Mr Potts pulling heavily on the
line, and the old chief got to his feet and
watched the procedure with the deepest
interest. Presently the monster of the
deep came to the surface with ito
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“Ugh!” shouted the old warrior, and
then lie and his squaws turned tail and
fled panic stricken over the plains.
Panic at a Spanish Bull Fight.
At a bull fight outside Farragossa the
other day, after two bulls had been des¬
patched without any special incident,the
third, an animal named Salado, jumped
over the barrier into the amphitheatre,
crushing an old man and a lad of eight
ecu. It would be difficult to give _ and an
adequate description of the yarnc:
tumult which ensued. The whole of the
spectators jumped to their feet. In the
twinkling of an eye the space around the
bull was vacated, and the crowd rushed
into a corner trying to protect itself by
means of planks and sticks from his ex
pected charge. desperate
The bull made a rush for a
young girl, who, with a shriek,fell to the
ground, but one of the torreadors, with
great presence of mind, trailed a red
cloth in the path, and thus diverted his
attention from the girl, who was dragged
unconscious to a place of safety.
The bull next trampled under foot an
unfortunate vender of drinking water,
and forced his way into that part of the
ring known as the “Tertulia.” A young
man in one of the boxes tried to shoot
him, but the three bullets from the re¬
volver which he managed to lodge in him
only served to increase his fury.
One of the men then tried to run him
through, but he missed his aim, and the
bull charged him furiously. The man
stepped deep into aside.and wooden the bull's pailing horns went so
the that before
he could withdraw them two men plunged
their swords into him. Even this did
not kill him outright, the enraged animal
staggering a distance of some thirty
yards and breaking down a number of
benches before the breit!' was out of his
body.
THE BABY.
The little tot’ring baby feet,
With faltering steps and slow,
With pattering echoes soft and swtefc
Into my heart they go;
They also go ia grimy plays,
In muddy pools and dusty ways,
Then through the house in trackful maze
They wander to and fro.
The baby hands that clasp my neck
With touches dear to me,
Are the same hands that smash and wreck
The inkstand foul to see;
They pound the mirror with a cane,
They rend the manuscript in twain,
Widespread destruction they ordain
In wasteful jubilee.
The dreamy, murm’ring baby voice
That coos its little tune,
That makes my listening heart rejoice
Like birds in leafy June,
Can wake at midnight dark and still,
And all the air with howling fill,
That splits the ear with echoes shrill
Like cornets out of tune.
— Burdette, in Brooklyn Eagle.
PITH AND POINT.
Half a dozen dresses do not make a
woman, but they often break a man.
Chicago Mail.
A man without brains frequently has
the most imposing headstone when he is
dead.— Picayune.
There is a great difference between a
musket and a domestic. A musk at, for
instnnce never kicks unti ] j t g 0e3 off.
Statesman
j’ond mother xvith baby—“He does
look so like his father, doesn't he?” Mr.
B. “Yes, but I shouldn’t mind that, as
long as he is healthy. ”—New York Sun.
When Freedom from her mountain height
First looked from shore to shore,
She never dreamed a lady’s hat
Would cost an X or more.
—Dansville Breeze
An exchange states that the male wasp
does not sting. This is gratifying left to
know, especially after in the female has
a venomed splinter one's anatomy.—
Siftings.
Strange that man should have been
given two ears and one tongue, when, as
everybody knows, he would rather talk
all day than listen five minutes. —Boston
Transcript.
A FrunC h man in London claims to
have discovered a certain root which
allays hunger and thirst. He probably
refers to the root of all evil.— Boston
Transcript
u swaU ow,” pathetically ! / but do not
f *’ lenm ,. ks an exchai .. *
no mak Bsumm(!r .» True. But several
swallows may bring about a fall.-Prma
Pameiipt.
Those two celebrated preachers, Beech¬ Rev.
T* r> Bacon and Rev. Henry Ward
er, were once disputing on accused some religious
subject when the former the lat¬
ter of using wit in his sermons. “Well,”
said Mr. Beecher, “suppose it had pleased
God to give you wit, what would you
have done?”— Epoch.
HIS SECRET.
'wimt .. ifriwSiwrin , , ., ...
heart* —
What if she read far my secret thoughts,
From her so apart?
Wretched would be her life,
The future for her would have no hope
Nothing but constant strife,
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strife
Strife with thoughts that would drag liei
down
Like the murderous devil-fish.
What if she knew it all ?
What if my heart should speak?
What if she knew that all I get
Is six small dollars a week ?
—Somerville Journal. &
.
Customs of the Comoro Islands.
The Island of Johanna, Comoro Isl¬
ands, has some very peculiar customs.
The natives are jet black, but neat and
clean. Girls after marriage are not al
lowed on the streets at all, and can see no
one but their husbands. Rich men art
allowed four wives, poor men one. Wher
a poor man gels poorer he can sell a hall
share in his wife for so much money,
formulated bv law. A native belle be- )
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* orc lcr marriage makes a fine display oe
*j ie fashionable ^ calico streets Mother of Hubbard Johanna in this
: re< gown,
printed with a pattern of banana leaves,
reaching to her knees; no shoes not rm
stockings, and for head gear a wide- rf
rimmed, blue china teacup, worn with
the handle on one side for convenience
in taking off .—Boston Journal.