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VOL. I.
The Old, Old Story.
Have you forgotten the old, old story
You whispered to me on that golden day,
When the sun was flooding the earth with
glory fragrant and white with
And hedges were
May?
Our path led over the cowslip meadow,
Where birds sang gayly from every tree,
And the way was flecked with sunshine and
shadow;
But only the sunshine fell on me.
With the lads and lasses to go a-Maying,
That morn we had left for a space life’s
toil;
Yiiu we heard the sound of their footsteps
straying
Where the hawthorn promised abundant
spoil. glad golden
Their hearts grew in the
weather;
They gathered the flowers beneath their
feet;
But we two loitered behind together,
Far the old, old story seemed new and
sweet.
Tis May time again; and youth and maiden
Hasten away to the country road,
To cut down the boughs that are blossom
laden,
Or help to carry the fragrant load.
The sunshine is flooding the earth with
glory;
The birds are siDging on every tree;
But you have forgotten that old, old story,
And only the shadows fall on me.
— [F. Matherson.
DR. ATTRAPECCINI.
A FLORENTIXE TALE.
Teward the middle of the fourteenth
tentury ,there suddenly appeared in
Florence Italy, a personage calling
himself Dr. Attrapeccini. Whence he
came no one knew. His name indica¬
ted an Italian origin, but, from his ac-
centin speaking, one would have sup¬
posed him to have been German, while
his king beard, grave expression, and
majestic bearing seemed suggestive of
the Orient. Certain manuscripts, in¬
deed, declare him to have been a na¬
tive of Gascony, but the authenticity
of these manuscripts have not been
proved.
Whatever might have been his na¬
tionality, however, the doctor had no
sooner arrived in Florence than he
caused to be announced, with a grand
flourish of trumpets, cornet, and
drum, that on Tuesday, the first
of May, at precisely 6 o’clock in the
morning, he would repair to the city’s
cematery and there restore to life five
persons of his own choosing.
At last the excitement grew so in¬
tense that the podestat, or chief
magistrate of Florence, resolved to
send for Dr. Attrapeccini and demand
an explanation. A man who was
able to restore five dead persons to life
could have no difficulty in guessing
what was passing in the mind of a
pode6tat, and, accordingly, the magis¬
trate was just about to strike his gong
to summon an usher, when the doctor
himself was announced.
“You come just in time, doctor,”
said the magistrate; “I was about to
send for you.”
“I knew it, my lord, and wished to
anticipate your orders,” was the reply ^
uttered in a calm tone that filled the
podestat with amazement.
He recovered himself, however, and
waB going to interrogate the new
comer, when the latter exclaimed:
“I understand, my lord, that gome
of your people here have doubts of
*Ey science and even my honesty—in
short, that I am suspected of coming
to Florence for the purpose of making
dupes.”
intimated,” “Something of that kind has been
replied the magistrate.
“They 6av, moreover,” continued
f'r. Attrapeccini, “that I intend to de-
* amp a day or two before the first of
May.”
That also has been said,” assented
the podestat.
“You can understand,” said the
Clanger, slowly, “that I owe to my-
^Gf iave to come put an to end request to these of reports. I
you that a
of ten. twentv. thirtv. or more
KNOXVILLE, CRAWFORD CO., GA„ FRIDAY, JUNE 13, 1890.
men be stationed round my house, so
as to make it impossible for me to
leave Florence before releasing from
their tombs five persons, as 1 have
promised. You cannot, say that my
request is an unreasonable one, since
you had determined before seeing me
to have me watched.”
“Your request is granted,” he said.
“I shall have your house guarded
night and day by twenty men, until
the time comes for you to fulfill your
promise, or until you change your
mind, and acknowledge you were not
in earnest. It would, perhaps, be
wiser for you to leave the city at once;
believe me, it is not safe to put a
whole town in commotion. I know
the Florentines, and I believe them to
be capable of falling upon you in fury>
perhaps of hanging you, when they
find they have been mocked at and
tricked. The least serious mishap
that could befall you would be a sojourn
of several months in prison while you
waited for the public indignation to
subside.”
“I should deserve even more severe
treatment if I failed to carry out my
programme,” said the doctor.
Tiie doctors interview with the ma¬
gistrate was soon known all over
Florence, and the news of it served to
increase the popular interest and con¬
fidence in the stranger.
A week before the first of May a
man about forty years old, and dress¬
ed completely in black, entered the
doctor’s study. He was the Senator
Arozzo, celebrated for the violent
grief he had displayed on the death of
his wife six months before.
“Signor Attrapeccini,” said he
briskly, “I do not wish to waste
words. Although what you promise
is generally considered impossible, I
admit that it may not be so, and 1
have come here to beg you to leave my
wife at rest in the cemeteiy.”
“What!” exclaimed the man of
science with a laugh; and the widower
repeated his own words earnestly.
“I beg of you!” he cried; “lam
about to marry again—the banns will
be published next month. You would
not like to put a man in such a pre¬
dicament, would you?”
As he spoke he placed a purse full
of gold on the table.
“Set your mind at rest,” said the
doctor, “and continue the preparation
for your wedding.”
The next day he received a visit
from Philippini, the most famous phy¬
sician of Florence, and, indeed, of all
Tuscany; out of every hundred
Florentines at least eighty were at one
time or another in his care.
“Learned and honored,” said he to
Attrapeccini, “I trust that you would
not do me the injury of bringing back
to the light of day any of the unfortu¬
nate people who have chanced to pass
away while in my hands.”
“Certainly not,” replied the other;
“just give me the names of the per¬
sons you mean.”
“That would be a very difficult
matter,” said Philippini; “would it
not be more simple for you to exclude
from your ceremony all my former
patients!” and with these words he
laid on the table a heap of gold coins.
“It 6hall certainly be as you wish,
my dear brother,” said the foreign
physician.
The door had hardly closed upon
Philippini when it was opened again
to admit two brothers named Gavazza.
The Duke Pierre Gavazza and his
brother, the Marquess Paul, had risen,
partly by their own merits and partly
by good luck, to tho first rank in the
Italian nobility, but their journey bad
been long and difficult, as their father
had been a miller. It was this miller
whom they did not wish to see res¬
tored to life.
Dr. Attrapeccini was shocked, and
exclaimed angrily that he could not
believe it possible that two sons could
be so unnatural as to oppose the resus-
citation of their own father, It WJU
nothing less than parricide, and he
would connive at such baseness! lie
had not had any intention of reviving
the miller, but now he would take
good care to do so, and unless he
changed his mind, the old Gavazza
would be the first person resuscitated
in the cemetery.
The dismay of the duke and the
marquess may be imagined. They of¬
fered money, but although they had
brought a large sum with them, it was
not sufficient to allay the scruples of
Attrapeccini, and each of the brothers
wa6 obliged to sign a note.
The eve of the first of May arrived,
and the guards around his house were
doubled, and received the strictest
orders, for the chief magistrate knew
that the people would blame him if the
invoker of the dead were allowed to
escape. It was estimated that fifty
thousand persons were assembled in
the cemetery or its vicinity on the first
of May at 6 in the morning, and as the
doctor did not appear at the first stroke
of the hour as he had promised, fifty
thousand voices called out, “Attra¬
peccini! Attrapeccini I”
At the same time the chief magis¬
trate presented himself at the stran¬
ger’s house, and found the interior of
it just as empty as the exterior was
well guarded.
The restorer of the dead had de¬
parted by way of the cellar, where
there was an opening into the next
house, and the chronicle reports that
he took with him a sum equivalent to
fifty thousand francs, which had been
paid to him on consideration of his not
performing a miracle, and of leaving
the dead in their graves.— [Family
Fiction
Canned Milk.
Until within a short time the stew¬
ards on the large ocean steamers have
used condensed milk almost exclusive¬
ly. We are now told, says the Rural
New Yorker, that many are using
Norwegian canned milk, which has
the merit of being all ready for use as
well as being without change of form
and preserving the mixture of butter
fats almost exactly as the product
came from the cow. This Norwegian
milk i6 prepared by a patent process
which is so simple that it is quite sur¬
prising that it ever could be patented,
or that it was not made use of long
ago. The milk is heated to 110 de-
grees, then cooled to fifty degrees,
then heated to 110 degrees and again
cooled, then heated to about 100 do-
grees and at once placed in tin cant
and perfectly sealed. After being
treated in this way, it is said to keep
perfectly for months in tin cans, or
even for several days after being taken
from them.
Cream taken from this canned milk
makes excellent butter. It is confi¬
dently expected that the canned milk
will be offered for sale at all grocery
and provision stores in New England
within a few years.
Why not in this country? The
process is 6aid to be the result of ef¬
forts made by a dairyman in Norway
to provide a suitable use for surplus
milk at milk factories. We Lave an
abandance of surplus milk in this
country. Why can we not have ex¬
periments made to test the value of
this patent here? This is a good
chance for our experiment stations to
show their interest in practical dairy
matters.
There is a firm in Cincinnati which
eachyear beats 21,000 gold dollars in-
to gold leaf, and as each dollar can be
beat into a sheet that will carpet two
rooms 16 1-2 feet square, some idea
may be formed of its tenuity. It re¬
quires 1,400 sheets of gold leaf to
equal in thickness a sheet of writing
paper, and takes 280,000 of then,
piled one upon the other, to equal an
inch in thickness!—[St. Louis Repub.
Re.
New lu.k’s Louies.
New York, says a letter from tho
Metropolis to tho Pittsburg Despatch,
is not a city of homes except for the
favored few. These must be able to
invest from $30,000 to $100,000 in
that “home” and spend from $10,000
to $25,000 a year to keep up the es¬
tablishment. I live in a modest fiat
on Sixty-ninth street, west side, about
midway between the Hudson and
Central Park, paying $40 a month
rent for that privilege. The same flat
three squares nearer the elevated Rail¬
way station would bring $60 per
month. There are solid rows of resi¬
dences about and being built near me,
not one of which ean purchased for
le6s than $30,000, and they run all
the way up to $100,000. It costs from
$7,000 to $25,000 to furnish one ol
these appropriately. Strolling up
Ninth avenue the other day, I noted a
sign-board on a vacant lot between
two residences on a side street—
Eighty-first street: ‘ ‘This lot and party
walls, $35,000.” It was only the regu¬
lation twenty-four-foot lot, but the
cellar had been excavated.
Fancy a man in Philadelphia or
Pittsburg investing such a sum in such
a lot five or six miles from his busi¬
ness. I asked u contractor about the
matter. lie tells me that almost any
lot on the west side of Central Park
will cost $ 10,000 excavated, and de¬
sirable ones from $15,000 up. The
cost of excavating a shallow cellar for
a high stoop residence is considerable,
as the solid rock must be quarried.
Tho steam drills are at it in every di¬
rection. There are six of them hust¬
ling away within pistol-shot of me,
and the dynamite explosions of the
blaster rattle you up in almost any
block north of Fifty-ninth street. At
the present rate of building, within the
next five years there will not be an
acre of vacant ground the whole length
of the great Park. Each succeeding
year makes all this etili more aud more
expensive.
Mby Horses’ Tails Are Rocked.
Dr. Huidenkooper, the famous vet¬
erinary surgeon of Philadelphia, says:
“The practice of docking horses is
a descendant of the old superstition
that there was a worm, dangerous and
deadly, concealed in the body of most
of the domestic animals. The ridicu-
lous notion gave rise to the expression
to ‘worm a dog,’ which means to cut
out a PIXia u process in the canine
m outh just below the tongue. The
superstition seems confined to North¬
ern Europe. Docking is essentially
English, and is employed by them and
their imitators. The great horsemen
of the world, the cowboys of the West,
the gauchos of the Pampas, the Indi¬
ans and the Arabs, would regard dock¬
ing as a sacrilege, and probably kill
theoflender. A horse needs his tail to
protect his body against flies and other
insects. Where there is a sore on his
skin flies lay eggs in it, which hatch
into maggots and cause any amount of
pain. When the tail is long it can
easily knock off an insect.”—[New
York Star.
A Famous Lady Tiger Killer.
The pursuit of the “grand sport” ic
India has brought to the front a lady
tiger killer of great skill and prowess
in the person of Mrs. Evans Gordon.
This fearless lady, as a member of the
recent Cooch Behar hunting expedition
shot an angry tigress who was rushing
viciously upon the party, and was ac-
tually within a few yards of her elc-
phant’6 trunk. Her shot, we are told,
was as well timed as it was well aimed
for the other guns engaged, including
that of the lady sportsman’s husband,
Major Evans Gordon, had failed to
stop the furious brute, It is added
that this brilliant achievement add6 one
more to the many laurels and trophies
already won by this dauntless lady in
the hunting grounds of Cooch Behar.
—Pall Mall Gazette
NO. IT.
PEARLS OF THOUGHT.
Hope is tho other half of happiness*
Form in matter is thought made vis*
ible.
Life is too short to spare evon the
stormy days.
A wife who is worth having ii
worth praising.
The true birds of the air always fly
with their own wings.
All truth is nonsense to the man who
knows nothing about it.
If we never had any trials we would
never have any triumphs.
The hardest work any man ever
tries to do is to do wrong.
Trials do not weaken us. They only
show us that we are weak.
It takes more courage to do right
than it does to face a cannon.
A shadow is always darker and
larger than the figure that makes it.
Flattery is but the condoling of our
failures rather than a true estimate of
our merits.
In accordance with the ancient pro¬
verb, he who would accumulate must
spend also.
We might take lessons from child¬
hood in that enviable art of being
easily made happy.
If it be true that “truth is stranger
than fiction,” how exceedingly queer
it must be sometimes.
Force may compcll compliance for
the time being, but gentleness and
affection endure and reign continually.
Servants’ Wnprs in England.
In England a butler seldom gets
more than $20 a month, ami a cook
must be a good one to get $15; a laun¬
dress gets $10 to $12.50, and a very
good one $15 a month; a footman may
get $12.50, but the price runs from $8
upward, and housemaids can be had in
shoal6 at $5 to $10 a month, and ex¬
cellent servants they are. Kitchen
maids at first get but little, sometimes
$2 or $3 a month, but they rise gradu¬
ally until they become cooks. Coach¬
men get about the same as butlers, and
grooms and helpers the same as foot¬
men. The head gardener will get
about $350 to $500 a year and a house,
and under gardeners about $3 to $5 a
week and a certain amount of veget¬
ables and fruit in season. The house-
hold servants always receive “beer
money” and washing expenses. These
vary according to the grade of the
servant. A butler will get $3.50 a
month and a lower servant only $1.50;
a housekeeper $3 and a lower maid as
little as $1, the washing money al¬
lowed being in about the same ratio,
though as a rule never less than $1.50
for any servant.— [New York Mail
and Express.
How to Keep Ihe Bed from Rocking.
Lieutenant Beale of the Signal Ser¬
vice, says that if parties who are dip.
turbed by what is termed “recking
beds” in the time of storms will open
the windows of their houses on what
sailors term the “leeward side,” that
is to say, of the side opposite to that
whence the storm comes, they will not
be troubled with it. “The rocking is
the result,” he explains, “of a difler-
ence between the air indoors and that
on the outside. When a bigger puff
comes the bed, forced by the air with¬
in, which seeks to join that out-doors,
moves in one direction and is forced
back when the puff becomes lighter.
Relieve the pressure by opening the
windows, and this so-called rocking
ceases. Many a house that has been
blown down in a tornado would have
been spared its owner had this fact
been known. The proof of what I
say as to this pressure is shown in the
fact that houses after great storms are
frequently found with the leeward
wall only blown out and the other
three remaining intact.—[Chicago
Herald.