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O TIME AND CHANGE.
D Time and Change, they range and range
From sunshine roun l to thunder l
They glance and go as the great winds blow.
And the best of our dreams drive under*
For Time and Change estrange, estrange—
And, now they have looked and seen us,
© we that were dear we are all too near
With the thick of the world between us.
O Death and Time, they chime and chime
Like bells at sunset falling!—
They end thesong, they right the wrong,
They set- the old echoes calling:
For Death and Time bring on the prime
Of God’s own chosen weather,
And we lie in the peace of the Great Re •
lease
As once in the grass together.
—W. E. Henley.
THE STORY OF RIQUET.
AST year I spent a few
mm flgg^ days ^° k with J ud a friend,
w a o e
court at A —* ln
§HI1PP^» 8IP ' fnk v!r Provence. t ^ ie lovel y country We of
were
kieakfasting, and I
was retailing the gay
doings of Paris, when
a servant entered and
ave my host a very thick letter.
“ Pardon me,” said my friend, “ I see
this comes from the prison, and I must
read it at once.”
When he had finished he seemed qu ‘e
depressed, for one who had seen so
-many human beings sentenced to death
without showing the least emotion.
“ Read it,” he said, throwing me the
large missive.
Here are the contents;
Your Honor; My trial is set for to¬
morrow. I have endeavored to explain
my case totheyour% lawyer who defends
.me, but from his manner I think my his¬
tory only amuses him. I am afraid to
speak of it to you* and for that reason I
write. Pardon the liberty. Believe me,
sir, I am an honest mao, and not a genu¬
ine thief.
f J have not always been the poor wretch
I am now. In times past I was quite
well off. I was by no means the richest
man in Sorgas when I married Dilonne,
but I was certainly the one most in love.
She was so pretty l More than one gen-
ileman envied me on our wedding day.
We were very happy. Every evening
when I came home, tired with the day’s
work, just to see her smile seemed to rest
me. A little girl, beautiful as the angels,
came to crown our happiness. Employ¬
ment was not lacking, and I worked with
a good will. I fear my letter will be very
long, but I must give you all the details.
By and by, finding ourselves better
uff, Dilonne confided to me her ambition.
She wanted to own a donkey. She sold
butter and eggs in the town, and the
distance was long on foot. “With a
donkey,” she said, “I can easily go to
market and take Solange with me.” We
laid aside five franc pieces for the pur¬
chase of our little beast, and one beauti¬
ful spring morning we started at 5
o’clock to be first on the field at the
County Fair. We walked along gaylv
under the fresh green foliage, ami I can
still recall how merrily the money
clinked in my pocket. After- walking
for an hour and a half we arrived at the
grounds. We had taken turns carrying
little Solange. She was four years old
and sojid on her tiny feet, but not able
to walk such a distance.
There were at least thirty donkeys for
3 ale. I chose one, but Dilonne said it
had a wicked look. At last, by careful
search, we found a very small one. He
was young and had a playful little air as
he pawed the ground impatiently with
his email hoots. He had handsome
dark eyes and wagged his long ears at
every sound. We knew he must be gen¬
tle, for Solange, having slipped away to
get nearer to him, he patiently allowed
her to him.
4 The owner, seeing that the beast
suited us, asked forty francs for him. I
offered twenty-five. After an hour spent
in bargaining, we agreed upon thirty.
Toward evening we started for home,
the good little animal following U3 very
willingly with Solange on his back. The
installation of our new possession was
quite an affair,but he appeared I to appre¬
ciate it all, for from that time think he
really loved us. We named him “Ri¬
quet.” Every morning at breakfast time
he used to come for his bit of bread to
the window; his pretty head framed in
aweet peas and morning glories, he would
rub our hands gently with his nose to
express his thanks.
Just as we had planned, twice a week
Dilonne wenttotown with her butter,eggs
and fresh vegetables in one basket, and
Solange in the other for a counter bal¬
ance. 1 could watch them from a long
distance as they approached our home,
always a little tired.
But there came a day, after three years
of continued happiness, when Dilonne
could not leave her bed. My poor darl¬
ing! She had the typhoid fever. Doc¬
tors came from town. They cut her beau¬
tiful black hair; they put ice on her
head; but nothing could save her. She
died while attempting to sing a little
song. I could have wished to die also, all
was so changed for me—but Solange was
left. She was growing very fast, and
looked exactly like her mother.
On Sundays we two, Solange and I,
would go to the cemetery which sur¬
rounds our little church, and stay there
by the grave until afternoon, when we
used to take a walk, the little one
mounted on Riquet. Thus, we would
ramble on for a long distance, gathering- donkey’s
great bunches of grass for the
supper. the
One afternoon—it was during
olive harvest—there were sigus of a
storm, and the master made us work un¬
til daybreak to finish the picking. I
could not go home that day or the next,
but the following evening I started, hap¬
py in the thought of once more seeing
Solange. To my great surprise, she did
not come to meet me, and on getting
nearer our cottage I could see no light
in the windows. Trembling with fear,
I entered the house. I saw my cherished
little girl lying on the bed all dressed.
Trembling with fear, I entered the house.
The door was open, and Riquet stood at
the sill watching her, but only his head
was stretched into the room. She was
in a burning fever, having caught cold
the night before while watching so late
for me.
Forgive me, your honor, for telling
you all my troubles; but when I saw the
poor child so ill, I nearly lost my senses.
The fever never left her. She had a
thousand fancies. Sometimes she grew
pale as the moonlight, her great eyes
shining very brightly. Riquet was the
only friend who could make her smile.
She often had a hard cough, which ex¬
hausted her completely and brought two
brilliant red spots to her cheeks. She
grew weaker and weaker. Nothing
seemed to give her any strength. The
doctor said very little, but ordered
medicines which cost much money. I
stayed all day by the side of my little in¬
valid. Soon she could not leave her
bed, and then she had many fantastic
wishes; she longed for expensive fruit,
for toys and flowers. I had no money,
and not knowing what to do, I was
forced to borrow. How could I refuse
my darling?
A neighbor lent me the money, for
which he made me sign a note. I would
have signed away my hope of a place iu
Paradise to make Solange happy, to
watch her smile, or see a ray of return¬
ing health. One afternoon in spring
she said to me in the little coaxing voice
which I could never resist, “Sear
father, ] feel well! I want to see the
flowers. Will you bring Riquet and put
me on him and take me out a little
way?”
I wrapped her up warmly. She was
as light as a feather. Riquet seemed
pleased enough when he felt this tiny
burden, and held his ears erect as it to
sho-w his good intentions. Solange cried
out with joy, sho was so glad to be in
the fresh air and bright sunshine. Her
small hands, which were almost trans¬
parent, scarcely held the reins, but
Riquet stopped of his own accord at all
the best places for her to gather wild
roses and sprigs of the hawthorne, which
shed its white petals like snow on my
little darling.
“Oh, it is so nice here, is it not papa?”
As the poor child said this her head
dropped. She had a sort of convulsion
and fell back on my arm which was
about her. She was dead.
The doctor told me he had expected
it. They took her from me and I was
alone.
As I had not paid back the money I
borrowed, and had signed a note for it,
they came to my house and seized every¬
thing. The Sheriff locked all the clos¬
ets, fumbled iu the bureau drawers,
went from cellar to attic and out to the
stable, and finally on All Saints’ day
they held the sale. The auctioneer stood
on our large table. From a distance I
could see him take each article in his
haud and hold it up to view—our
and glass, the clock, my clothes, the
baby's cradle—everything was sold.
Hidden in a little vine-covered arbor, I
watched it all, and I felt my heart
breaking as one thing after another went
under the hammer. Finally, raising his
voice, vhe auctioneer said, “There is
also a young donkey good for work. Is
there a for francs?”
No one spoke.
“At thirty?”
Not a word.
“Twenty-fire?” worth
Then he said, “Gentlemen, he i9
more than that.”
They went to fetch Riquet. He came
very slowly, pricking up his long ears,
and looking defiance from his eyes. He
seemed to realize that he was to be sold,
and that for him also happiness was at
an end.
“This donkey is offered for fifteen
francs, gentlemen!”
“Twenty 1” said one.
“Twenty-one l” said another.
“No one bids higher? Gone!” and a
burly, red-haired, red-faced farmer
claimed him.
Poor Riquet, who had always been so
gentls, tried to kick, but his new master
struck him with a heavy stick, and
dragged him away. I suppose it was
very foolish, voiyr honor, but when I
saw that 1 ran off sobbing.
I had to live, so I went to a farmer in
the neighborhood, who hired me by the
day. 1 worked like a brute, and that
tired me so completely that it kept me
from thinking of my grief. At night I
•lept soundly, but the awakening was
terrible, as I realized more and more
each day my burden of sorrow.
At the end of a year the farmer's
daughter was married, and there was a
grand lete at the house; but the sound
of the wedding music was a death-knell
in my heart. I felt that I must get away
from it all.
Quite alone, I walked across the
country, and, ia spite of myself, I took
the road to Sorgas. I swear to you, sir,
I had no evil intention in my mind. I
went along in a half-dazed manner, feel-
ing that I had grown very old. Life it
hard for the poor. Finding myself near
the cemetery, I thought I would visit
the graves of my wife and child, Not
wishing to be recognized, I took a short
cut across the fields. The corn-harvest
was over, and as I walked I heard the
stubble creaking under my feet. All at
ouce, on the other side of a ditch, I saw
a donkey, and heard a loud and pro¬
longed bray. Coming closer, I saw it
was Riquet, who had recognized cord me.
He stretched his neck as far a3 his
permitted, and looked at me with his
beautiful eyes wide open. He stopped
cropping the grass, and when I was near
enough he took my coat very gently be¬
tween his teeth and shook his head sev¬
eral times I caressed him and sat down
to look him well over. I found him
much abused. On bis back were sores
made by wearing too heavy a saddle. His
legs were covered with bloody scratches,
and his coat, formerly so glossy, was
now all rough and rusty. Poor Riquet!
He laid his pretty head on my knees at the
same time looking behind me to see, if
by chance, I had a morsel of bread hidden
away from him—an old trick of his. It
was the meeting of old friends after a
long absence, but as evening approached
we were forced to part. Taking Riquet
by the head, I said good-by, turning had
back once for a farewell look. I
scarcely gone a hundred steps when I
felt a knock on my back. It was poor
Riquet. He had broken his halter to
follow me. I swear to it, your honor, I
meant to take him back and tie him se¬
curely, but while I was leading him, he
look at me so sadly that I fairly lost my
strength. I saw, as in a dream, the
happy morning when Dilonne and I set
out to buy our donkey, taking with us
little Solange. unhappy,”
“Do not leave me, I am so
his large, plaintive eyes seemed to say, and
his look of misery filled me with pity.
Then I was seized with a sudden folly,
and I said to him, with a little clicking
noise, that he knew well “Comet”
Still holding him by the halter with my
hands, we started and ran like veritable
thieves. We both seemed to have re-
newed our youth. I ran, thinking only
that I had regained a little of my lost
happiness. I do not know how far we
had gone when I heard a voice calling
after me.
Instead of 3toppingI ran all the faster,
Riquet leading, and fairly dragging me
after him. It was a wild chase, the
earth fairly flying from under our feet I
I was breathless, but could still hear the
voice behind us carried on the wind. The
blood was ringing in my ears, and my
breath stepped in my throat. Suddenly
I felt a heavy baud grasp my shoulder,
and a coarse voice said “Thief?” It was
all that the man could say, for he,
too, was at the end of his strength. At
last he gained his breath, and as we were
nearing a village he made an effort to
call some men who were drinking at a
tavern. He still held me by the collar,
but had taken the halter out of my Baud.
Riquet no longer led the way. He was
hauled along, and had a tricky look in
his eye. The meu answered the call, and
as the grasp which was choking me re¬
laxed, I recognized the man who had
bought Riquet.
Two officers prevented my escape. A
crowd collected, and I had nothing to
say iu self-defense. The farmer told of
my wild flight, which, of coarse, aggra¬
vated the offense. Your Honor, I as¬
sure you, Riquet seemed to comprehend
it all 1 They put me in prison, and my
donkey in the pound, to await the trial.
I only ask of you to give orders that Ri¬
quet shall be well cared fpr. This is the
whole story. I am guilty. In fact, we
are both of us guilty. But I still main¬
tain I am not a genuine thief.
Respectfully, your servant,
“ I shall not leave until after this
trial,” I said to my friend. “ I wish to
hear your judgment in the case of this
poor fellow.”
“There is something better than that,
which you can do,” he replied. “ I am
not at liberty to do it, but you can find
this farmer who claims the donkey. If
you pay him the price of the donkey and
a small sum in addition, that will end it
all.”
No sooner said than done I For 100
francs I could have the animal then and
there, and the man was only too glad to
withdraw the complaint.
We returned Riquet to his first master,
One looked as happy as the other. I have
since seen them peacefully living toge-
ther, going from village to village selling
small wares. True friends are rare.—
Romancist.
The Common Mandrake.
A great many people are unacquainted
with our common mandrake. It has a
white, waxy bloom, with pale-yellow
stamens, wnich is about two inches
across. It has a rich, aromatic frag¬
rance, and altogether is one of the most
beautilul wildflowers our woods yield.
You may easily pass by the plant in your
woodland rambles, as the blossom is al¬
most hidden by the enormous umbrella-
like leaves. The name of “May-apple”
is given to the fruit, which ripens, ho w¬
ever, in July, and is sweet and edible.
There is an old superstition that when
you pull the root of the mandrake it ut¬
ters a cry like that of a human voice.
And so strong was once the force of this
superstition in Connecticut and else¬
where that it was a bold woman who
would undertake the task.—New York
Tribune.
A hot spring in Boise City, Idaho,
supplies heat to many of the dwellings,
Atlanta, Georgia J
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Atlanta and Florida Railroad Compan;
Time Table No. 14, Taking Effect April 21st, 1892.
SOUTHBOUND. 5.46 A. M. NORTH BOUND. ]
Freight Thro’e h Local Passenger STATIONS. Passenger No 2 Freight Local TfEnd FreidJ
No Fright Daily No 1 Daily Not NoT
7 N.. 5
F M—LV A M— LV P —LV A M—Ar P M—Ar P h— a
..........Atlanta........... 10 35
930 OO ........... “ Yard..... 10 20 335 S 3
947 OO ..........Cornell........... 1012 3 15 I
S Ota ......... Haasville......... 10 02 2 67 830
S A Oi .........Riverdale......... 945 222 78
D Oi 2
KKSSEeS Oi 4 *- ..........Selina............ 940 13 708
ESSflSSS 4 - .......... Blalock .......... 9 31 156 731
Cl ........Fayetteville........ 919 131 706
Vl ...........Inman.......... 905 103 600
Of ..........Woolsey.......... 900 12 54 681
VJ ............Lowry.......... 8 51 12 36 8K
Cl ....Kallulah Junction.... 8 44 12 23
......SO & N A R R......
G A ...........Zetella........... 836 D 12 08 p
D A 12 06 m
109 ........Williamson........ 826 11 41
....June G M & (i R R....
K O ..........Zebu I on.......... GO 1110
C5 ........Meansville......... OO 10 48
C5 .........Piedmont......... -I 10 22
Cl .....'lopeka Junction..... -4 10 00
Thomaston Branch C R R
320 OP- co to op- 7 6 57, 12 j .........Yatesville......... 7 24 CO CO 308
[......June I.........Culloden.......... M & B Ry...... 833 P M-
A U—AT
• • ..........Musella........... 800
t- .........Knoxville......... ;«j- 7 30
t-ooc©ccoooo*E ..........Crawleys......... 7 12
........Hammetts......... 700
.........Gadlard’s......... 6 49
..........Paynes.......... 6 35
.........I ee Pope........ 6 25
........Fort Valley........ 555
P M P —AP A 2 —LV A M—LV
C cup ■s No. will run Tuesdays, Thund
and Saturday-. aday. Stop for meals.
R. H. PL A A Receiver. T. W. GARRETT, Superintends
WILSON & HATHSWI s
—dealekb in-
Dry Goods, Groceries, Hats, Caps, Shoes, Hardware, Tinware, Qm
and Willow ware, Furniture, Harness, Guns and Ammunition. Our stock
Ladies goods is complete. We have just received a large stock ef Gen
Furnishing Goods from the cheapest working suit to a Dude’s outfit.
HATS AND CAPS OF ALL STYLES
Our stock of Furniture has never been equaled in the oounty. It J
braces a beautiful line of
OAK WALNUT AND POPLAR IN SUITS OR PIEC «
A car load of MASON A FORDS Celebrated Chairs, direct from fl
also G>ry. large Consisting lot Spring of Dining Mattresses. Room, Parlor and Hookers; Settees and Sc'
a of LoadiJ
Guns from the Single Barrel to the best Double Barrel Breeoh
also ammunition.
FANCY AS WELL AS FAMILY GROCERIEl
We extend a cordial invitation to call and inspect our goods. You
be pleased with what we have to show vou, We Will pay the highest pi
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Small Profits,
Wt SELL AT ROCK BOTTOM PRICE
Every Knoxville attention will be shown customers. A free delivery in the
or in of all sales of Dry Goods of ten dollars and upwards.
.
Respectfully,
WILSON & MATHEW!
Roberta, Georf
If you want to make a bargain
go to see W. W. Jordan before hia
stock is picked over.
W. W. Jordan is offering good#
of all kinds at astonishing low
prices.
Bargains! Bargains!! Wilton A
Mathews are offering bargains in all
of gooda
You can fool all the people
of the time, and part of the F
all the time but you can’t fofij ^
of the people all the time.
wise, prudent, careful and ecotf
oal buy their Dry Goods, Groc®
Shoes, Hats, Notions, etc.
I. Powell. Go to him, h« 1
see
treat you right.