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ROBERTA, GEORGIA.
The supply of the best quality of
logs for bacon does not equal the de
asand; ____________________
Mexico has tried to prohibit bull¬
fights, but the clamor of the people
caused the law to be repealed.
In the central part of the State of
Sew York over 15,000 people are en
gfcged in the cultivation of more than
28,000 acres of grapes, which produce
annually from 40,000 to 50,000 tons.
The English language is called one
«tf the most difficult of acquirement by
foreigners; but it would seem, to the
Hew York Independent that the Ger¬
man was especially invented to try the
printer's patience. There is a drug
fpat’s prescription something like col¬
lodion, to be used to prevent scarring
after certain operations, but in Ger¬
many they call it Kazbolquecksilber
gnttaperchpflastermull — thirty - nine
Setters. Still we for once outdo them
with the chemical name for the drug
kypnol— manotrichloracetyledimethYl
pienylpyrazalon — forty-two letters,
one of which must be skipped if
we would convey a clear idea of the
asabstance described.
The reigning families of Europe ar6
forge customers of the various life in
mrance offices. One would think that
Ubese monarehs would deem the future
at their family sufficiently assured to
render such precautions 1 superfluous,
. . the fact , , . ^ that A they
remains are
M»ong the largest risks of the insur
sace companies. The late Prince Con
ssart’s life was insured for close upon
five ~ million dollars, , „ which , . , Queen _
tana has now in her possession, and
%er life again is very largely insured
for the benefit of her younger chil¬
dren, notably the Princess Beatrice.
The late Emperor Frederick of Ger
many was also insured for a very
•mount, in the neighborhood of
•4.000,000, and he was regarded ® as
splendid risk nntil the sudden ,, n
startling discovery only two
Ijsrior to his death that he was
with cancer. The reigning families
©enmark and Sweden, as well as those
•f Saxony, Wurtemberg and Italy,
are likewise good customers of the in
sarance companies, and so, too, is the
Queen Regent of Spain, who has her
Me insured for a very large amount
fcelialf of her two little daughters,
having followed therein the
©f her husband, whose death mulcted
She various companies to the extent
about $5,000,000.
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The practice lias become quite preva
lent at English seaports to use salt wa¬
ter for street-sprinkling, and the meth
ad and result, according to the Boston
Transcript, are pronounced very satis-1
foctory. At Yarmouth, which has a
population of about 50,000, the salt
water is pumped by a gas engine, driv
fog a pump of 25,000 gallons daily ea"
^ecity into a tank at a considerable ele" !
ration, whence it is delivered through
a special . . system , of distributing pipes .
aino miles long and three to seven in
sites in diameter; these pipes are of
.east iron, coated inside with a special
preservative ,. compound. i The mi total u. , i
sumption annually has been 5,000,000
gallops for street watering, at a cost
©f five cents per 1,000 gallons, being
a consider able saving over the expense
©I the same work when fresh water was
weed; the statement is also made that
■during the summer months the dust is
kept under by the adhesive qualities
of the salt in the water, and if the
surface coating formed by the salt is
removed by sweepers at the appear
since of the first, no disadvantageous
effects can be traced to the use of salt
water. At Birkenhead it is found that
one spread of salt water on the surface
»f a street or road proves equal to
•bout three spreads of fresh water, as
the , , latter evaporates under , the heat of
the sun, whereas the crust on the
warfare left by the salt water keeps
down the dust for a considerable
iength of time. In another locality
the report of the engineer claims that
®ne load of salt water goes as far at
three of fresh in that place; and in
various other towns where this system J
has once been put to the test it has
been adopted as one possessing special
advantages.
THE CORNER-STONE OF TRUTH.
EVhen sunset rays have touched the earth
with gold
I oft hare dreamed and built my castles
fair,
Fhinkmg I heard Love’s story to me told,
Yet at the night but solitude was there.
But now I dream—at noon and darkest
night—
Naught but a gentle loving face I see.
And time goes on—but ieaveth Love’s de¬
light—
My dreams are founded on reality.
—riavel Scott Mines, in Harper’s Bazar.
A COLLEGE HERO.
||p?AMES WT and his MAXWELL old class
Ci>- W mate, Herbert
H N Boynton, appointment met and by
m | proceeded to the
Pierson train. They
f5r\ +' << were both in high
I spirits. It was so
\ unusual to be up
town and idle in
the middle of the
day; to be able to
chat and to smoke
ijT ij without conscience a qualm of
; to
' I r know that the mor
m 11 , \ Hrow and the day
« l after, and its fol¬
" i^irv lowing day, would
but increase i n
careless freedom;
to anticipate pleas¬
ant greetings, which in reality would
be pleasanter—no wonder that the
gayety of their youth returned to
them as they started for their class de
oennial.
Maxwell, from leading his class, had
run errands, copied and served
for an attorney, but now had
office, a practice, and a name of his
®°y I1 tc> n >f ro “ 1 being class poet
editor of the Summary, had re
p 0r t e d fires and polioe court proceed
i n g Sj but now occupied a well-padded
editorial chair. Had these honors
come to them at once, they would
have found them fatigued by a sense
of tbeir own merit 8, instead of, as
now> thankful to their lucky stars.
The Pierson train was that paradox
called an “accommodation,” and a
crowded one at that, consisting of a
“smoker” and an ordinary coach.
The two friends entered this latter and
secured a place directly behind a party
three, a mother with her daughter
beside ber ’ and be * Ut * le P ale ;
faced son reclining on the forward
seat, the hack of which had been
turned over. The matron was buxom
and comely, with that noble expres¬
sion which consecrated maternity
gives. The maiden was slight and
fair, with an attentiveness to both
elder and younger companion which
became her even more than the azure
^ er e 7 es an< ^ the rtisset of her hair.
Bin ^ ontin thflornef^
rema med unoccupied. Just as the
train was leaving, a half dozen rough,
stalwart young men, surrounded by the
nimbus of a grogshop, swung down the
aisle and grouped themselves careless¬
ly around the four who sat directly
ahead of the little invalid. From nick
names and jocose blasphemy, there was
an evident bond of sociality between
them.
“Say,” said one who was standing
by the rear seat, “what’s the matter
with me and Bill playin’ you and Tom
a game of cassen?”
‘ ‘And what’s the matter wid puttin’
young hag o’ bones in the corner by
the freezer?” added “Bill.”
“We’ll go yer,” was the reply, and
the men in the aisle turned toward the
little boy.
The maiden grew pale and looked
around appealingly; but ber mother
showed that intrepidity which comes
with unselfish devotion. “You shall
not touch my son,” she cried. “He is
“Rights is rights, ma’am,” said
-Bill” doggedly. “And when seats
are skerse, even the cripple must take
pot luck. Come, stir your stumps,
sonny. ”
At this instant Boynton sprang from
his seat and laid a restraining hand on
the ruffian’s arm.
“What! be yer lookin’ for a scrap?”
And the man squared off while his
companions crowded about threaten¬
ingly. ‘.‘Not all,” said Boyn
at all, not at
ton calmly. “I’m no pugilist, and you .
could‘do me up’in a two-second rouiid,
I’m sure. But I know you men are
members of the Nonpareil (profes¬
sional) Baseball Club. Now, just look
a t my card and see whether I couldn’t
reciprocate. ”
“Here’s mine, too,” added Maxwell,
“and I may explain for the purpose of
lucidity that I drew the .contract
-wherein you bound yourselves to ‘ab
stain from the use of all intoxicating^
beverages, and to so conduct your¬
selves in public as to redound to the
reputation of the profession for refine
ment and courtesy.’ Ahem !”
“Ah 1” exclaimed Bill, as he scanned
the pasteboards with bulging eyes,
‘The Criterion!’ ‘Counselor at law!’
Y T batter y is to ° strong for us. We
apologize and yours obedient, and so
forth. Come, boys, the air is better
in the smoker!” and the gang slunk
•way discomfited.
“You are so very kind,” murmured
matron to the young men.
“Yes,” interrupted her hopeful from
front seat, “but George Euggles
have cross-countered on the
gillie and put him asleep in a jiffy.”
“‘Cross-counter!’ ‘Gillie!’ Why,
from both ladies.
“Your little lad seems to be an ad
mirer of Pierson’s famous athlete,”
ventured MaxwelL
“Yes, ” replied the lady graciously,
“my son Thomas and Ruggles are class
mates and chums. He has visited at
our home and of course seems a demi
ged to Johnnie. We are on our way
to their commencement exercises. Per
haps you gentlemen are also bound
thither ?”
Under this gentle encouragement
Maxwell hastened to make his friend
and himself known, and thus the for:
tunate fact was revealed that his mother
and Mrs. Grenville had been school
friends. Soon pleasant converse en¬
sued, Maxwell and the mother reviv¬
ing reminiscences. Boynton and the
daughter Grace scattering the seeds for
future ones.
“Are you interested in athletics?”
asked the young lady.
“Not especially,” replied Boynton.
“In my day they were a pastime, not
a passion. ” The girl looked dissatis¬
fied.
“I don’t know what you mean,” she
retorted. “Of course they merely
furnish a diversion from mental labor,
and I should think would keep young
men straight, and make them courage¬
ous and gallant and constant. ”
“But what if the diversion becomes
the purpose? There’s George Rug¬
gles, for instance. A fine young fel¬
low, but I’m sorry for him. If this
land were Sparta, and this time the
days of Leonidas, why, he could con¬
tinue in fame and be a leader of men.
But the gate falls sharply on Com¬
mencement Day, and the graduate is
without in the darkness, and precious
little light comes from physical train¬
ing.”
“George Ruggles is my brother’s
friend,” said Grace, loftily, “and of
course I shall not discuss him.”
“I’m sure I envy him,” remarked
Boynton, inconsequentially; yet the
simple words seemed to promote
amity, and for the rest of the journey
this couple were engaged in making
agreeable discoveries about each other.
Grace was secretly amazed at the
simplicity of a post-graduate of ten
years’ standing, as compared with her
brother’s dignity. Herbert was de¬
lighted to find that Ruggles’s high
consideration depended solely on re¬
port, as Grace had spent her holidays
abroad and had never met him.
“There they are,” shouted Johnnie
as the train slackened in the Pierson
station, and there indeed were two
young men waving sticks and hats in
welcome; one, tall and slender with
florid complexion and blue eyes that
bespoke a relationship; the other,
swarthy and squat with the rectangular
lines of a stevedore.
“That’s him, that’s my George,”
continued Johnnie, “aren’t his biceps
daisies?”
George Ruggles underwent the in¬
spection of fair eyes from the car win¬
dow with complacency. He was con¬
scious that he was the best second
base, the most redoubtable rusher, the
stoutest oar, the fleetest, the
man in his college. He was well satis¬
fied with his appearance. From
tower of adulation he gazed critically,
near and afar, but the idea of intro¬
spection never occurred to him.
Thomas Grenville led his friend for¬
ward proudly. George greeted the
mother, delighted Johnnie with a
on the back, and was presented to
sister.
“You will have an escort, Gracie,
for Commencement Week, which will
make you the envy of all the girls,”
said the unappreciative brother.
Grace looked curiously at the
cavalier, who evidently saw no reason
for disclaimer in this remark. An in¬
voluntary comparison with the chance
acquaintance of her journey flashed
across her mind, and she recalled his
remark as to envy, But George
smilled broadly, and scanned her with
the deliberateness of a farmer at a
fair. Then he caught sight of the
Nonpareils passing through the station, ,
with Johnnie’s antagonist at their head.
“Excuse me,” he blurted, and away
he rushed, and in another moment was
grasping “Bill” with one hand and
thumping him mightily on the back
with the other. A confused murmur
of “Old boy,” “Old fellow,” “You’re
the stuff,” and “Get there, Eli,”
greeted the party.
Grace bowed charmingly to Boynton
and Maxwell as they passed through
the doorway, and her eyes followed
their carriage until it disappeared
within its dust. Then her gaze hard¬
ened, her little foot tapped the floor¬
ing impatiently. “Mamma! Tom!
must we wait?” she cried.
‘ ‘Really, my son, ” began the matron,
but here Ruggles sauntered back, his
hands in his side pockets, his hat on
the back of liis head.
“Well, Tommy,” he said, affably,
“there’s nothing in this loitering.
Suppose we get a gait?”
“Do you know that—that in
dividual?” asked Grace.
“What, know ‘Bill’ Stubbs, the
king of the third, the best all-around
sport in the country? Well, I’d rather.
Didn’t he and I invent three new
curves and a dandy set of signals after
our first game "with the Nonpareils,
when we stood ‘two and’ at the end of
the ‘tenth,’and it was a draw on ac
count of darkness? You remember
that night, eh, Tommy?”
“Yes, and the next morning, too.”
“Mamma,” said Grace. “Will you
lend me your pungent? Travel always
makes my head giddy.”
It was two days later, directly after
dinner at the Pierson House, that
Thomas Granville felt constrained to
expostulate with his sister,
“Gracie,” he began, “I don’t think
you are attentive enough to Rug¬
gles.”
“What!” exclaimed the girl, “I, at
tentive to a young man, and such a
conceited young man as Mr. Ruggles!
Remember, please, that relationship
does not sever me from the respect due
a lady. Really, I think your college
friendships have made you daft.”
‘ ‘Oh ! well, you know what I mean.
When a girl accepts an escort for Com¬
mencement Week, she is expected to
stick to him. He takes you here and
there and doesn’t look at any one else,
although they are all crazy after him:
and yet, the first thing I know you are
talking with that stiff sprig of a Boyn¬
ton. ”
“And where may be this Bayard of
yours?”
“Oh! of course, he is apt to be called
away for a moment. One who occu¬
pies his position is a sort of public
character. You ought to be proud—”
“To await my lord’s leisure with
folded hands and then listen to an in¬
comprehensible jargon about ‘records’
and ‘sprints,’ and ‘training,’ with rap¬
ture?”
“But think how, I’ve planned for
this week, and how delighted I was
when he promised to take you up—”
“O Tommy! Tommy! Can’t you
see that you are fairly insulting me?”
“It’s because you will not recognize
what a hero he iB,” said the young
man, doggedly.
“Come, then,” continued Grace,
briskly, “let us see. Now, honor
bright, is he gallant?”
“Well, of course, as I said, what
with being captain of the nine, and one
of the eleven, and Chairman of the
Athletic Committee—”
“Is he clever?”
“He is clever enough to hold all
these positions and to get anything
else he wants in the college. You
ought to see him toss the tabor just
once. ”
“Is he cultured and intellectual?”
“Oh! as to his studies the fellows
have jollied him along, and the facul¬
ty, too, for that matter, They
wouldn’t dare drop a man like Rug¬
gles, you know. As for reading, why
he has sporting of this country and of
England, too, at his finger’s ends.
His word goes in deciding a bet every
time!”
* ‘But do you really think I would
enjoy hearing sporting statistics, how¬
ever accurate?”
‘ ‘The finest men among our alumni,
by Jove, has been proud of his com
pany. Why, at that banquet in the
metropolis he sat on the right hand of
the Hon. L. K. Nevitt with Burloo
right next to him. Didn’t the law
yers and hankers and Congressmen
and Judges all drink his health and
sing, ‘For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow?’
There never has been an undergradu¬
ate of such celebrity. ”
“But what will he do after gradua¬
tion?”
“Why, there’s already a
on foot to persuade him to take a post¬
graduate course in law—that’s for
three years—and thus he can still
Pierson on to victory. I wish
could see some of the men who
plead with him. And yet you pick
a stick like—”
‘ ‘Bpt what will he do then—will he
practice?”
“Practice! Why, he practices two
hours in the morning and one in the
afternoon in the ‘gym’ every day. Oh,
law you mean. Well, I suppose so.”
“He is a ready speaker, then?”
What, old George! His tongue gets
rather tangled when he’s on his feet.
But that’s just what Burloo said, “A
hero should ever be modest. His deeds
speak for him.”
‘ ‘As a college boy, perhaps, but will
they aid him hereafter in acquiring an
honorable livelihood? Let me see.
He might become an all-around sport
like his professional friend ‘Bill. ’
But—”
“There you go! What a fool a man
is to ever argue with a girl. Her only
point is to have the last word, ” and
Thomas Grenville flung himself out of
the room in a passion quite incompat¬
ible with his dignity as a senior.
Meantime the subject of this discus¬
sion, in a dull sort of way, was grow¬
ing dissatisfied with himself. Some¬
how this pretty young girl, whose
entertainment he had so obligingly
agreed to make his care, didn’t seem
to appreciate the distinction. Cer¬
tainly she was unlike her brother,
without a trace of his enthusiasm ex¬
cepting—oh, he didn’t like to think of
it! Why, in the midst of some of his
most exciting reminiscences he had
caught her yawning behind her fan.
And she had shuddered when he had
displayed the knotty muscles in his
forearm, excepting—well, he might as
well admit it to himself, she did
change and become winsome and fas¬
cinating and altogether desirable
whenever that elderly Boynton ap¬
peared, a man who had been out of
college for ten years, and didn’t know
the difference between an in curve and
a hot liner! Ah. he would show her
what manner of man he was whom she
slighted, if only tho chance would oc¬
cur !
The chance did occur. There was a
Glee Club concert and the Grenville
party attended. After it was over, in
the press of coming out, Ruggles and
Grace were separated from the others.
As the distance was but short, they
strolled across the green toward the
hotel. Their way was well nigh de¬
serted, for the throng had passed up
and down Main street. The night was
delicious, warm yet invigorated by the
breath of the sea. Through the inter¬
lacing elm boughs the stars sparkled
and the moon rays streamed like
dashes of gold on a verdant arras.
But George was glum. His companion
was so exasperating. She would talk
of Boynton, and the more she talked
the more unpleasantly distinct became
a vague comparison with himself.
“Mr. Maxwell showed me some beau¬
tiful verses of his friend,” said Grace,
“Are you fond of poetry, Mr. Rug¬
gles?”
•‘I think college songs are jolly,” re¬
plied the young man simply.
“These were lines to Rogers on dis¬
carding the shield of Atlantes. ”
“There was a Rodgers that used to
pull stroke on the Atalantas,but I never
heard he refused a prize.”
“Oh, dear!”
George grew hot and ground his
teeth. He was always doing it, yet he
didn’t know what! Oh, if there was
only some one of his size how he would
like to throttle him. They were pass¬
ing by the Municipal Building. Prom
the upper side there came sounds of
song. A man lurched around the cor¬
ner and staggered heavily against
Grace. Ah, here was a change! George
shook off the girl’s entreating grasp.
He sprang toward the intruder.
“What, old rocks, don’t you know
me!” mumbled the man. “Spoonin’
hey, with young bag-o-bone’s gallua
sister ? That’s right. ”
It was * ‘Bill, ” the ‘ ‘king of the third, ”
the “all-around sport, ” decidedly the
worse for consolatory draughts after
the afternoon game.
“Know you!” cried George. “I’ll
smash you!”
Grace screamed and sprang back on
the steps, where she stood with hands
clasped across her breast like another
Andromeda awaiting deliverance.
“Oh, yer lookin’ for it, is yer?”
growled “Bill.” “Well, comeonthen.”
And the twain faced each other and
mighty blows resounded.
A brawl at Pierson is magnetic.
It draw's the human grains to a center.
From street, campus, hotel and dor¬
mitory the young men rushed, A
ring was formed, and college cheers
urged on the college champion. Oh,
the joys of physical combat when mus¬
cles are like bands of steel, and ever
increasing strength swells within
them! Forgotten now was the sense
of .contumely! Forgotten the envied
smiles of the maiden! George Rug¬
gles was himself again, the toughest,
grittiest man in the university, and
let all yield him the meed of praise!
On the outskirts of the crowd, two
young men were enjoying their cigars.
‘ ‘This reminds me of old times, hey,
Herbert?” said one.
“Well, I guess. What? By Jove—”
and the other dashed away toward the
Municipal Building.
“My dear Miss Grenville,” exclaimed
Boynton, “this is ho place for you.
Permit me to escort you. ”
Grace’s lips were tremulous; her
gaze was distraught.
“Oh Herbert—Mr. Boynton.” she
pleaded. “I’m so frightened. Take
me to mamma. You are always so
gentle and considerate. ”
And yet, when they were away from
the tnmult, perhaps they lingered to
listen to the tender suggestions of the
glancing moon rays. At least it was
quite late when they parted at the ele¬
vator, for George Ruggles, flushed
with victory, had found time to punish
a quart of ale? at the “Retreat,” and as
he idly gazed through the glass bot¬
tom of the pewter mug was beginning
to wonder as to the fate of his charge.
“A good time, old fellow, and soon
over,” said Boynton as the train neared
the metropolis. “Well, in five years
we have another reunion, and that’s
not long to wait.”
“No, indeed,” replied Maxwell,
“and then a wedding may intervene,
you kn,ow.” all the
“Ah, but you would have
fun with the boys.”—New York Times.
100,000,000 Pounds a Year.
The number of pieces of metal, tech¬
nically known as brake-shoes, which
are used in the course of a year in stop¬
ping railway trains, is really aston¬
ishing. The Master Car Builders’ As¬
sociation discussed the matter and it
was found that on the roads repre¬
sented in the association probably 32 >
000,000 pounds of metal were used for
this purpose on cars and tenders,
while it was estimated that over 100,
000,000 pounds were used on all the
cars, locomotives and tenders belong¬
ing to the roads represented. Approx¬
imately two-thirds of this metal was
worn out in service and the other third
was returned as scrap. Five-sixths of
these shoes were cast iron and the
others were of composite character,
partly hard and partly soft.—Detroit
Free Press.