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©)c Crawforfc Camitt) 1 ijiTrtl>« 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.