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ritatkw Belgium for universal
jia increasing and the ruling
Lr trou ble.
te John Boyle O’Reilly used to
L had found the true fraternal
List at its best in convicts, sol-
joumalists.
jicago Herald observes: “Low
the streams of the Northwest is
ie millers to use steam power,
ceof the timber destroyers is
of the low water. Streams
without forests. ”
Diriment felt at the result of re-
iions in Japan is widespread,
men refused to compete with
ididates and the result is that a
>f men elected are unknown to
his would tend to bring Parlia-
disrepute.
iw York Prm estimates that
church property, as it stands
worth in round figures not less
100,000. This enormous sum
fited unequally over fourteen
[nominations and a large num-
[ependent churches and mis-
ectrical Review suggests that if
, of Chicago, has really found
yaking aluminium for fifteen
bs ft pound, there is no reason
win hall of the Columbian Ex-
lould not be built of bright
kh is lighter and far more en-
n an tqual bulk of either brick,
or glass.
[press Eugenie, now a white-
pallid woman of sixty-four,
jftccs of her former beauty,
je of a recluse, dividing her
p her devotion and the writ-
[mOrial of Napoleon III. and
jlmperial, letters, which will contain
< and the proceeds of
pkc will give to the fund for
I the widows and orphans of
1870.
f going to take its census on
|nday of April next, and prep-
' ma king for a much more
■ r ^ban that undertaken by
• Canada’s census has been
tterized as a decennial stock
le whole country. As, how-
!stimated population of the
only about 5,250,000 there
the New York News thinks,
!t c °nnt could not be had.
die most significant signs of
N times,” nmses the Chi-
,s ^i^ppearance of the
P e President. Y'oung men
Forward, and the older gen-
-P content tc step aside for
Agoing place. The truth
j of a college is largely
the exercise of business
Hit young men may be less
/ it tb ey make
things rush.”
“ Ce of United States Minis-
1 alter Phelps on the Doro-
’ ^din.is considered a mir-
“ Ce and splendor by the fru-
Boffinera. Even wealthy
1 e Germans live in flats
i' n the ground-floor. But
L° a w bo!e house, tore out
r^d p ^had them parquetrie by kitchens and
“ofishmeat floors,
with costly and
lta re, and co net ted aod
^Iroom rue
finest which is pro-
P liv *t« room in the
KNOX'' »i 1 LLE, CRAWFORD CO., GA„ FRIDAY, OCTOBER 10, 1890.
THE OLD CRADLE.
I'm banished to the garret now;
Sly busy days are o'er;
Within my sheltering embrace
The babies eh-ep no more.
No more, as in the by-gone hoars,,
My drowsy beat keeps time
in patient, sleepy monotone
With the old nursery rhyme,
“Rock-a-by, baby, on the tree-top,
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock.”
The last rays of the settting sun
Slant through the windows small;
They light the garret’s dusky gloom, >
And on my head they fall.
Along their level bars of gold
Old pictures come and go;
Again I hear the mother’s voice
Singing so soft and low,
“ Boek-a-hy, baby, on the tree-top:
When the wind blows the cradle will rock.”
Ah me! where once the baby heads
The downy pillows prest,
Within my ample oaken hood
The spider lias lier nest.
Empty, fo gotten, and alone,
A useless thing am I.
The last words of a quaint old song
Full like a parting sigh,
"When Iho bough breaks, the cradle will fall;
Down will go baby and cradle and all.” t ;
—IE. M Griffith, in Harper's Bus&r.
BOOMTOWN’S y
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f
;v c. m. ha no er
Yon remember, no doubt,”
that struck the West midway in the BO's.
You remember bow towns sprung up
with greater rapidity than was dreamed
of in the days of Aladdin; how what was
yesterday a prairie became to-day a vil-
lage, and to-morrow a city; how speeu-
lation ran riot and fabulous fortunes, on
paper, were made almost in a night,
You rt all how companies, or rather, syn-
dicates, were formed in every city of the
nation for the p’.typosc of taking advau-
tage of this wonderful growth of towns
by buying up land, planting it into city
lots, and selling again. You recollect
how the older cities oi the plains extend-
ed their limits almost indefinitely, until
it seemed as though the saving of an oul
farmer friend or mine would be realized.
“ Goodness,” he used to remark, “ if you
town fellers keep on lavin'out editions
to yer cities there won t be any land
for farmin'. It'll be all cut up inter
huildin' lots and railroad right o’ ways.”
Boomtown was simply and purely a
creature of the speculative form. It had
its origin in the back parlors of Henry
Manley’s law office, in the city of Phila-
dclphia. It was flue result of a coolly and
carefully c mccived scheme to make a for-
tune easily. And to Henry Manley * must
be given the credit for the plan.
“ “Gentlemen,” he had said, when the
half-dozen of his fellow-capitalists afternoon
vited to his office one February
had taken their seats, “there is money
in this tide of town-building. If we can
raise sufficient funds, we ran make a for-
tune as well as the rest of them. I have
looked over the ground. We will buy
four sections of land, favorably lots.'erect situated,
lay out one section in citv some
buildings, advertise the'thing, have an
auction sale, and sell enough to more than
pay for our outlay; then we will dispose
of the remainder at our leisure as clear
mofir Wh it do you sev?”
They were u-rei-d as to the feasibility sum'-
of tl,c Boomtown H-ho.no and bv the middled
mer prosperity’with w in the height of
houses, stores, ’ rites for
’ ..
, ot'S , ,
state Cap'S and the Boomtown public buildings Syndi-
-and first of all
eate (limited) of Philadelphia had more
than realized the amount of the invest-
ment ’ and was h gathering in the profits. did
Then came a lull. Somehow, lots
not sell quite as rapidly as before and
some of the stock-holder's were becoming
“ «ttie uneasy.
A meeting was held. said
“Ill tell you what is the matter,”
Manley, the president of the company;
“ Boomtown needs a paper.” said tbe
“That's it exactly,” spruce
little banker’s son who was secretary,
o/SKK? “The peonleinust be informed you know,
“We must let folks know that there is
such Smof a place ?hi ” translated A MuDlev for the
'
oth,
“ H«mt w« MlMrtUedl ’ «ked one
stock holder
4 I Yes. buQ vou see, it has all been out-
eide places to get people there. Nov we
must keep up their courage, so that they
will not go away.” the directors
This was good logic, and
ordered the officers to arrange for starting
a paper in Boomtown.
It was done. In answer to an adver¬
tisement, one A. C. Chelton was furnished engaged
as editor, and money enough
for the “ plant.” corresponded with
Henry Manley, as he
the future editor, became much impressed indi¬
with the vigorous character of that
vidual, and actually longed to leave his
law practice and go and assist in getting
out the first number of 'the Boomtown
Herald—for he had “stuck type ” once
upon a time himself.
Six months went by. If Boomtown
belied its name, and did not. boom, it was
not the fault of the Herald. There never
was a paper which did so much editorials, arguing
for its home city. Vigorous all told of
pithy locals, sharp criticisms,
a mind alert to the best interests of the
place. The paper had not made money,
but it “pushed” watched the town. its weekly coming
Manley for
with as much avidity as he did for his
meals. He read it before he did the
•metropolitan journals. He formed a lik-
'ingfortlie editor, and often wished he
could meet him face to face.
“11.1 did not know otherwise, I should
suspect that you had a sweetheart out in
that Western village,”said his mother one
dfiy, when her bachelor son was poring
ovc a letter from Chelton.
call iipon it next week.”
Tie was as good as his word, and,
d ,ys Jatei. as the overland express halted
M Boomtown, an elegantiy-dressed
;\$fi> 4 ger ■riigi-r.'wi bCAildercd and irifittrfPf. stood gazir£f>abOut
him ;n a
It was not exactly what he had expect-
ed. He had too high an ideal in his
mind. The straggling village looked
rather unkeiqpt and ill-shapcn, descriptions
scarcely realized the rosy
sent the syndicate by its agents. the only
Despatching his satchel to
hotel by a depot lounger, he sauntered
up the street toward a little frame build-
ing with the words “Herald Office”dis-
played thereon in mammoth letters.
Reaching the door, he looked in. It
was a typical country newspaper office,
with exceptions. The cases had pictures stood
hanging above them. A faded few plants flowers
in the window. Some cut
were on the desk which occupied plainly one
corner of the apartment, and was
the editor’s sanctum.
A lanky boy, whose close-cropped head
displayed the humps of obstinacy and
reticence well developed, was lazily set-
ting type at one of the two cases.
“Is the editor in?” asked Manley.
“ No-ap,” was the laconic response.
“Where can I find him?”
“ Dunne.” soon?”
“Coming down to the office
“ No-ap.” not?”
. “Why away.”
“Gone
“But to day w the day for the paper,
* '
isn’t it?”
“ Yep.” isn’t printed yet?”
“But it
“No-ap.” have to
“How much more type you
set?”
“A column.” Quaker
A brilliant thought struck the
City lawyer. He would help the boy get
out the paper and enjoy Chelton’s aston-
ishmenri But he determined to sound
the boy a little further, so he asked, laconic un-
consciously adopting the latter's
method_ “AU’aloDcf”
“CoSkl “Yen. Can't tret nobody to help.”
you get out the paper ir you
hadnhtmdV”
t n
“ Supposing I startled help.” he did not show
If the boy answered,- was
it, but only right.
All threw off
Manlcv wasted no words, but rolled
his coat,'and with his shirt the other sleeves and
up, took his station at case
began on an editorial w ritten in Che ton’s
bold, manly ehirograpby and entitled,
“The Future of the West.”
After the first few minutes the old
facility came back to his fingers, and
“ stickful ” after stickful was placed the in
the “form,” with a rapidity that won
respect of the assistant. the
The forms were locked and put Ihe on crank
press. Manley took hold of
and turned the great wheel whde the
bov fell through the papers, it was no
i hild’s peU^d |,h,T. turniDg iL the ponderous lire goods
wheel, - he on n
box, which swayed and creaked beneath
his weight. had had dinner, and this fact,
He no
combined with the unaccustomed employ-
ment, made him actually faint.
“How stupid 1 am,” he meditated,
“ to be turning a one-horse press out here
on the plains, a thousand miles west of
the Mississippi River, when I would
sooner be shot than do such a thing at
home.”
On went the iron machinery with its
steady “click, click,” and its regular lay¬
ing down upon the slowly growing
pile of sheet after sheet of damp paper.
They were nearly through with their
task, and the room was beginning the to grow door
a little dusky when, suddenly,
of the office opened, and a straight, lady¬
like form entered.
She was not really beautiful, but she
had that inexpressible charm about her
that characterizes the Western girl, that and
something that makes her self-reliant
independent, and drags in absolute slav¬
ery the men with whom she becomes ac¬
quainted. Joe,” she exclaimed, when she
“ Why, “who has
saw the new format the press,
been helping you?” in.” the office
“A man wot come was
boy’s laconic didn’t answer. wait for me?”
i l Why you it?” thought
“What business of hers is
Manley. wanted help, an’ I let him,”
“He to
replied Did Joe. in editorial that I
i k you imperiously get my demanded she.
left here?”
“ Yep.” editorial,” thought Manley, Dig¬
“Her
ging awjy at the wheel with a dogged
determination, “what has she to do with
it-? I’ll give this old thing a few more
whirls, and then—”
His rficsutal sentence was never lin-
ished. TwAre was a crackling oftb»*bo*
bcuerfffThim—g swaying motion—an crash—a at-
tempt to regain his- balance—a
fall—a brain—and sharp, fmek unconsciousness, pain in elbow, shoul-
der, lying in
When he recovered, he was
the office corner of the room, and a very
much frightened bending but very him pretty and bathing young
lady was over attempted to
his forhead in water. He
move, but a twinge in his arm warned
him that he must not.
“I have sent fer a doctor,” said the
lady. “Will you give tell him?” me your name,
please, so that I can
He motioned toward his coat which
had hung on the case while he was turn¬
ing the press.
Fhe comprehended, and going to it
took out his letter ease and card book.
When she read the inscription on the
cards, she started jiack with surprise,and
then, alternately blushing returned and paling as
if guilty of some crime, to his
side.
“ Not the president of the Boomtown
Syndicate? she stammered.
“The same. And you?” he whis-
pered. answershe reached to the desk
For an
and holding before his eyes a copy of the
Boomtown Herald, a copy of which he
had a few moments before been grinding head
through the press, pointed read:— to the
of the first column. He
“ A. C. Chki.tok—E ditor.”
There was no more time for conversa-
tion; the physician had arrived.
“How did this happen?” he asked
with a profound bow to the lady, a how
eloquent with suggestions of such epithets
as “courtly, “accomplished, etc., to
be applied to him in future references in
local items.
“He was standing by the press, when
the box upon which he was, gave way,
and he fell. In the fall his arm caught
in the press and was wrenched, ’ was her
summing up of the situation,
The doctor took hold of the arm gaye
it a treist-and Manley dropped off into
unconsciousness ****** again.
It was something of a nine-days' won-
der in Boomtown-the nine days during
Sel hotel, nursing Tf a ZZnvn oroKen arm, Z& anu build- u u
ing up a system which hud given way
under the strain of several months’hard
work, ending with the long journey and
the events of the afternoon of his arrival,
His first call, when he was able to
heave the hotel was at the Herald office.
The same little ady who had startled
him before was sitting at the desk
After some preliminary congratulations decided
had been disposed of, he felt a
embarrassment in carrying On the c w
versation. At last he blurted out, with
characteristic b.untness -
“ Are you the editor?
“Didn t I tell you so, she replied,
with t, twinkle iu her <■)<•«.
‘'Yes, but-but-it «. A. C. Cheh
ton, he stammered.
“ That is right. Alma Caroline Chel-
ton -that s my name,’ and she straight-
34.
coed up haughtily, the
“And you have run Dustbin" all
while? ”
“ Yes, all the while. I would have let
you know, but I was afraid you would
uot like it, and as the company were ap¬
parently pleased with my work, I thought
I must be doing as well as a man.”
“You did do as well as a man,” said
Manley impulsively. “You did splen¬
didly. The paper was as str ong as a man
could have made it. 1 liked the style.
Couldn’t have improved on some of the
editorials myself.”
When at last an City imperative called him summons home,
from the Quaker him.
he asked that writer to accompany
“Why,” said she roguishly, i 4 What
will the llcvald do without an editor?”
“It never shall have another editor,”
returned he impetuously. “I’ll dump
the whole office into the ravine yonder. its
No other name shall profane
columns.”
Manley liked the Herald—that was
very evident. It also soon became evi¬
dent to the Boomtown folks that he liked
the editor—or editress, .as some would
call her. His trip of a few days length¬
ened into weeks, and all that time he was
loitering around the printing office. It
seemed to him as though that was the
brightest spot on earth. He conferred
with the villagers, he launched new but plans he
for the improvement of the place,
gave his best efforts to making happy the
hours of the writer of those editorials
which had so caught his fancy.
He did not exactly do that, but on the
day that he and his newly-made bride
were carried away eastward, they saw
from the windows of the Pullman car,
three wagons flic stringing slope that led after'a th^^gouthj few
mounting of the Rockies.
miles, to the foothills
t i There, Alma,” said Manley, “there they
go. They arc moving the Herald to
Gold City. 1 sold the whole outfit yes¬
terday. ” recovered the loss of
Boomtown never
both its paper and editor. The down
grade upon which it had started when
Manley went West had no end short of
that vuality called “dcadness.”
It went rapidly through that metamor¬
phosis which Henry Manley aud his wife,
as they talk over the affair in their luxur¬
ious Philadelphia home, term “Boom-
town’s Collapse.”—[Yankee Blade.
A Millionaire’s Eccentricities.
gund aftcrnoon a S0 Udly built old
with u Ions? fire and close cut 8 orav '*
’ ered Grand Pacific.
hair re B ,ris ’ t at the ‘ ‘ "
Uantaioom, asked the clerk,
I here is no use of going to the ex¬
pense of hiring a room, was the answer,
£<>r only a few hours. I expect to go
West to-night but Id like some place to
change my clothing, parlor for
‘Letme give you a room a
few hours
* No - 1 Il f rc arc few people in the
washroom; 1 can change my shirt in
J hcr ® and t,M J? Slt ar ‘ ,l, " d the ,? dl( * ’ OI J
few- hounu No need of spending money
looiishiy. changed Ins . linen the
The guest in
washroom and then began to clean his
silk hat and coat with a little rag and
0 eo
The .John I. Blair, .
eccentric person was
of New Jersey, whose weal, h is estimated
w, » rh from *40,000,000 to ft .. 104,000,000, no000 IwwT
yet he was seated in a porter s chair m
tbe Baltic yesterday scrubbing his old
win! ‘'-V” Tf „f 1 ' lnoth "'
« hllc Mr. Blair spends little money on
himself he M quite generous to others.
apd many kmd deed, of ehar.ty are cred
ited to his worldly account. He is a re¬
markable man, for, although eighty-eight
much as mEt • Jotg ; ° S lii^ that £5neS as
career . begun so lon , , a o that the
was 0
present generation does not know him
the^ackawannn‘ ^ th *. fS^LtinShiJ°Swi “p h,a "
-d
he: 1>ought JJuTiJjTj"* " d 1 ar l' d l h „
Jitv loioOO iSnte noth B&built n" to a
ut> of o H 000 h.“P - Mr Mr BU r bu.k
. t “mn of Bhdrsv ...... ! N * ’ 4 ” | s nwJS
by him. Of late years he has made , an
roari, JoLl mam rk the ine towi.sRe"don"the town site ..ion Before tm line, le
m d b.y up all tfce good land tte
£*£***£,« ” -prung up the Mr. JjA roan
had , all the ots or sale. [C hcago n-
bune.