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ATRUE SHARKSTOW
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PATHETIC ACCOUNT OF an O EAN
MONSTER’S DESTRUCTION.
The Fatal Feud of *»*• Lt**lo »!“•> und
Gold Pilot —*be Lump of Fat Pork
With the Concealed Hook—Death by
Torture With the Inevitable Finale.
"How very hard it is to provide for
B young, fast growing family nowa
days!” said the mother shark, turning,
for the hundredth time that morning,
upon her broad side in order to get a
better view of what might be stirring
above. For nearly a week she had been
fasting—in fact, ever since she came in
hurriedly at the close of a great feast
upon the stripped carcass of a recent
whale. There, by dint of the energy of
her massive shoulders, her 14 feet of
length and fivefold rows of triangular
teeth, she had managed to secure a re
spectable proportion of the spoil for the
replenishing of her own huge maw as
well as for the up keep of the 14 shark
lings that were now restlessly darting
in and out of their' cozy cave at the far
end of her capacious throat.
Within the immediate range of her
glance a vast black shadow obscured a
wide, irregularly shaped area of the
blazing sunshine. It was so calm that
the shadow seemed stationary. In the
direction of this cool penumbra her gaze
lingered earnestly, far hereditary in
stinct as well as long experience oave
her the knowledge that from
stance of such shadows came food drop
ping down, varied and toothsome, ac
tually alive on rare occasions. Some
what impatiently she wondered at the
long time that her little blue and gold
attendant had been gone.
He was so seldom absent from his
place between her eyes for a whole min
ute that she got quite uneasy, but while
she fidgeted fretfully, with many twitch
ings of her flexible ‘‘gaff topsail,” back
came the pilot fish in a tearing hurry.
‘‘Now, then, partner, move along, do.
' There’s a lump of fat pork almost as big
as your head hanging over that ship’s
stern. I don’t quite understand why it
doesn’t sink, but it is good. I nibbled
just a crumb, and you can be sure this
time that it is no bagful of cinders like
that nasty mouthful that gave you the
chestache so bad this morning.” The
latter part of this energetic exordium
was-lost upon mother shark, being
drowned in the wash set up by her
great tail fin, which was going in grand
style, starting her off at such a rate
that two or three stragglers of the fam
ily had to skip like shrimps to get in
doors before they were left behind and
lost.
Straight as an arrow to the mark went
the tiny guide, keeping just in front of
his huge friend’s snout. Together they
swept into the shadow, where, sure
enough, a mass of meafhung just below
the sea surface, though gently lifted al
most out of water every now and then.
‘‘Oh, do look, mamma! There’s p big
fish. Is he going to eat up that pretty
little one, do you think?” “Oh, no, my
, little man,” struck in the mate, “but
you watch him now!” As he spcke the
great gray body took a curve latterly, a
dazzling glare of white appeared, and
there beneath the speaker was a cres
centic gap in the smooth, livid under
side fringed with innumerable points
like chevaux de frise and as big as the
gap of a coal sack. Around it the small
pilot circled excitedly at top speed.
Slowly the mate as gently slacked away,
there was a gulp, and the big joint dis
appeared. There was a flash, a splash
and an eddy. Then the rope attached to
the shark hook concealed in the pork
groaned over the rail as it felt the strain.
“Lay aft the watch, ” roared the
mate, and amid the trampling of many
feet, a babel of directions and a tremen
dous tumult alongside, through the
writhings of the captive monster, she
x was transferred forward to the lee gang
way, where, by the aid of a stout watch
tackle, she was hoisted out of
V—> “Don’t take him aboard, ” cried the
captain. “Make such an infernal mess
if you do. Just spritsail yard him and let
him go agen. ” So a piece of scantling
was got from the carpenter, pointed at
both ends, about four feet long. This
they drove between her jaws from side
to side. Another wedge shaped piece
was planted diagonally down through
her broad snout, the upper end pointing
forward. Then they cut off the wide
pectoral fins, letting the quivering car
cass fall into the sea again by the sim
ple expedient of chopping the hook out.
“What abominable cruelty,” muttered
a gentle faced man among the crowding
passengers, as he turned away sick at
heart. But the bustling seaman looked
pityingly at him, wondering doubtless
at his lack of sporting instincts. Thus
disabled, the miserable monster plunged
blindly in uncertain directions, unable
to steer herself, unheeding the frantic
caresses of her faithful little satellite,
who had almost exhausted himself by
leaping up at her as she hung strug
gling against the vessel’s side. Neither
\did she notice the puzzled, wavering
movements of her wondering brood. So
she disappeared from the view of the
laughing, happy crowd on deck.. But
whichever way she rushed she always
fetched up to the surface promptly, be
cause of the vane in her head. Thus for
a day and a night she fought aimlessly
with all the forces of amazing vitality
pent up in her huge body against these
torturing disablements, until merciful
ly she fell in with a couple of ravenous
congeners. Scenting fresh blood, they
made for her straightway. Like mad
things, they fell upon her. Long and.
hard they strove, tearing their way
through the tough framework until as
sistance came from all quarters, and, a
motley multitude of various hungry
ones cleaned up every shred of the wel
come banquet, leaving only the deserted
pilot to seek another partner.—London
Spectator.
Although Greece has an abundance of
seacoast, most of the fish eaten are im-
■ ported, the imports of fish averaging
I |700,000 yearly.
THE BLACK PRINCE’S ARMY.
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The Largest English Fleet Ever Asaem-
Sled Took the Soldiers to France.
Mr. W. O. Stoddard’s serial, “With
the Black Prince, ” gives in St. Nicho
las an account of the splendid army
that accompMiiku the prince to the bat
tle of Crecy. Mr. Stoddard says:
It was the largest English fleet yet
assembled, and the army going on
board was also the best with which any
English king had ever put to sea. It
consisted of picked men only. Os these,
4,000 were nun-at-arms, 6,000 were
Irish, 12,000 were Welsh, but the most
carefully trained and disciplined part
of the force consisted of 10,000 bow
men. During a whole year had Edward
and his son and his generals toiled to
select the men and the weap
ons with which they were to meet the
highly famed chivalry of the continent
An army selected from a nation qf per
haps 4,000,000 of people was to contend
with an army collected from France
with her 20,000,000, and from such al
lies of hers as Germany and Bohemia,
re-enforced by large numbers of paid
mercenaries Among tfiese latter were
the crossbowmen of Genoa sold to Phil
ip by the masters of that Italian oli
garchy.
Edward’s adventure had a seeming
of great rashness, for already it was re
ported that the French king had mus
tered 100,000 men. Full many a gal
lant cavalier in armor of proof may
Well have wondered to hear, moreover,
that Edward 111, accounted tire fore
most general of his time, proposed to
meet superior numbers of the best
lances of Europe with lightly armored
men oqfoot. They knew not yet of the
new era that was dawning upon the
science of t?ar. Edward and his bow
men were to teach the world more than
one new lesson before that memorable
campaign was over. Before this he
had shown what deeds might be wrought
upon the sea by ships prepared and
manned and led by himself. He had so
crippled the naval power of his ene
mies that there was now no hostile fleet
strong enough to prevent his present
undertaking, although Philip had man
aged to send out some scores of cruisers
to do whatever harm they could.
FRIGHTENED AWAY. .
The First Man He Met In the Alaska
Goldfields Scared Him Off.
“No,” said a. man who was sitting
on a box in front of a grocery store, “I
can’t say as I know very much about
Alaska. ”
His companions looked at him as
tonishment. It was the first time he had
ever admitted not knowing much about
anything.
“I reckon, then, that you’re not
thinking about going to dig tor gold, ”
said one bystander.
"Na”
“Mebbe, though, as the stories of
sudden wealth keep pouring in you’ll
change your mind,” said another.
“It Won’t be possible. I’ve been
there.”
"And came back without getting
rich?”
“Yes. I didn’t much more than cross
the boundary line before I turned
around and struck for home. ”
“Scared?”
"That’s the answer. ”
“What of—polar bears?”
“No. ”
“Supplies give out?”
< “No, I had plenty of food. What
changed my plan was seeing a man dig
ging a hole. I had these ideas about gold
being found anywhere and everywhere,
and I went up thinking to get some
points about mining. I asked him in
an offhand way whether he had struck
any pay dirt yet, and he turned around
and glared at me and said, ‘Young fel
ler, wl r.t do you think I am digging
this for?’ I told him I thought he was
digging for gold. He glared at me
again and daid: ‘Gold nothing, I’m do
ing this for fun. I’ve been living hero
for four years, and there’s one thing
that my curiosity has never been satis
fied about. I’m going to dig this holo
good and deep so as to allow plenty of
room, and then find out just how far
down this climate will make the mer
cury go. ’ ” —Washington Star.
His Answer.
“Tell me, am I not fair?”
The speaker leans back in her seat
and smiles coquettishly.
In truth the question seems superflu
ous.
As she sits there with the afternoon
sun transfusing her glorious tresses into
a stream of liquid>gold, her eyes as blue
as the heavens, fathomless as the sea
and dancing with excitement; her lips
of coral wreathed with a roguish smile,
she is indeed transcendentally beautiful.
But the man seems blind to her love
liness. He regards her with a frowning
brow and eyes that smolder with anger.
Timidly she repeats het question.
“Am I not fair?”
Her companion’s face grows black as
thunder. '
"Fair!” he cries bitterly. "Fair,
when you open a jack pot with a ten, 1 ’ —
Rage chokes his utterance and with
a passionate gesture he dashes the cards
to the fiber.—San Francisco Examiner.
Valid Excuse.
She—‘How is it you were not at West
end’s reception?
He—l staid away on account of a per
sonal matter.
She—May I ask what it was?
He—Will you promise to keep it se
cret?
She—Yea
He—Well, they failed to send me an
invitation.—Collier’s Weekly.
Imitation slates, made of compressed
wood pulp, are used for roofing in
Christiania. They are made waterproof
by a secret process.
The population of Egypt is now about
9,000,000 and probably exceeds that of
the period of its greatest ancient pros
perity.
AT THE WATERLOO BALL.
Lk -ly Louisa Tlxhe’s Inter* *tlng Story of
That Thrilllur; 7 tne.
An example of how ntr to us Is tbs
yesterday of romance and song may •*
f Kind In the recent deatl at her quiet
hi.iue In Ireland of Lady Louisa Tighe,
one of the women who danced at the fa
mous Brussels ball before the battle of
Waterloo. Every one who has read Byron
—and it is getting fashionable to read
Byron once more—-remembers the poet’s
description of tho ball, but it Is given to
few nowadays to have actually met and
conversed with a belle Os that stirring oc
casion. Not many months ago a girl spent
an hour or so with Lady Louisa Tighe in
her son’s house of Woodstock. She was
of that refreshing type—the charming old
lady. Ono would easily understand how
Louisa Tighe had once been a beauty,
despite the wrinkles and crow’s feet which
corking cares had left upon her face.
“Remember the ball before Waterloo?”
said she. “My dear, could you expect me
to forget it? Everybody, I fancy, has a
supreme event in his or her life. That
was my supreme event.
“I was staying at the British embassy,
and in our party there were many lovely
girls, now long since dead and gone. Fop
weeks we had talked of the ball and of
what wo should wear. Girls wore much
the same then as they are today, add not
even the return of Napoleon from Elba
and the renewal of war seemed half so im
portant to us as the approaching halt
"My dress—l have it still—was a plain
white muslin, and over it I woro a blue
sash, as became a debutante. There was
no fear for any lack of partners, for Brus
sels was full of young officers, and in the
army of occupation no less than 05 of my
own hear relatives, all young men and
nearly all of some dancing ability. Yon
can easily picture, my dear, the flutter
which their proximity gave us.
“The great night earnest last, none too
goon for us. I knew quite well that Na
poleon was marching on Brussels, but the
thought disturbed me little, for I had al
ready ten names upon my dancing -list,
and the prospect was altogether delight
ful.
"It was a most enjoyable ball, but
Byron was wrong when he described us as
turning pale and listening with horror to
the distant roar of cannon. The truth was
that we heard no cannon at all. Indeed
the three bands and the company of high
land pipers wotjd have drowned the roar
of an Bonaparte’s ordnance at such a dis
tance. ’ -
"Indeed it was not until I missed the
Duke of Brunswick from the ballroom
that I really knew what was coming. The
honored name of ‘Brunswick’s fated chief
tain’ was upon my tablets for a dance, but
when I looked around for the duke I could
see him nowhere. In going, however, he
was polite, for he left a callow aid-de-camp
to tell me the truth about the coming bat
tle. It is rather romantic, but that callow
aid-de-camp eventually became my hus
band.
“Our acquaintance began at the Brus
sels ball, when he showed both tact and
kindliness in setting my fears at rest and
actually danced with me the particular
number opposite to which the Duke of
Brunswick’s name had been set.
"I staid with Lord Clancarty’s family
until after Waterloo had been fought and
won. We did not rejoice very much at the
victory, I fear, as the thousands of poor
fellows coming in dead and wounded were
not conducive to enjoyment. ”
Lady Louisa Tighe preserved to the last
the white ball dress in which she danced
at Brussels. The dance card on which the
ill fated Duke of Brunswick’s name had
been inscribed was unfortunately lost 25
years ago during a fire.—Exchange.
The Value of Literature.
"What is it?” asked the old farmer,
looking askancoatthe bag which the book
canvasser had dropped on tho ground with
a weary, air.
"I have some of the most entertaining
and instructive-literature of the day here,
sir,” answered tbe canvasser, endeavoring
to brighten up a little in order to secure a
purchaser. “In these days of education,
when our sons and daughters have been
trained”—
"Ain’t got none,” interrupted the farm
er gruffly and ungrammatically.
.“I have an assortment of books, sir, to
suit all,” continued the canvasser, "and
any which I may not have in stock I can
get on the shortest notice. Here are”*-
And ho proceeded to rattle off the names
of half a dozen as ho pulled them out of
his bag.
“I’m afeared you ain’t got the kind I
want,” said the farmer after a careful
surveys! the exteriors. “ This one seems
to be the nearest. How much is it?”
“That, sir, is 5 shillings,” replied the
canvasser.
“Here, take it back,” said the farmer.
“I want somethin cheap. You see,”, he
added, “I don’t read ’em, hut they comes
in handy like. If it’s got a leather cover,
it does very well for a razor strop. If It’s
thick, it comes in fust rate to put under
the drawers or tbe table when the foot or
the caster comes off. If it’s big, It’ll do
to hold tho winder up. And I like ’em
with a fastener, so as the book won’t fly
open and get the leaves smeared with mud
when I throw it at tbe dog. No, I don’t
think you’ve got any as will do for me.”
—Pearson’s Weekly.
English.
Professor Skeat of Cambridge has a few
pointed words to say about the dislike of
some of bis countrymen for the term
“English.” , In a recently published let
ter be wrote thus: “Those who wish to
substitute British have entirely forgot
that if any one has a grievance In this
matter it is clearly the Londoner, for
London is In Middlesex, tho land of the
middle Saxons, whereas this extraneous
word ‘English’ Ignores the Saxons as com
pletely as it does the Scotch, just as the
word ‘British’ ignores Ireland. However,
we shall have to move, it would seem,
with tbe times, and we shall soon have
before us a proposal that we must all talk of
the Americo - A ustralio - Canado-Cape-of-
Good-Hopo-Great-Brltish-and-Irlsh lan
guage or probably something still more
comprehensive In order to avoid wounding
the peculiar feelings of those to whom the
very name of England Is an abomination.
Only one thing stands at present in the
way—viz, that there happen to be several
million people still loft to whom the name
of England is ho such thing, and these
millions Include foreigners qut of every
Bation under heaven.”
Picked Him
A teacher was introducing a lesson on
“A Flint Stone” by a few remarks upon
the primitive savage. After detailing
many characteristics he wound up with:
“He was very rough, using no knife or
fork, but eating with his fingers. Now,
who was this?”
' .Johnny—Please, sir, our lodger, sir.”—
London Tit-Bite.
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A STREAK OF VANITY.
Why the Kodak I* Worth More Thoa *
I asaport In Cuba.
One of the .regulations of the Spanish
army forbids tbe taking of photographs
withost a permit. For a shot at a fortifi
cation with the camera the penalty is espe
cially severe. Nevertheless it is tho uni
versal testimony of American newspaper
correspondents that while traveling in
Cuba a camera is a better protection than a
passport. This is because no nationality la
fonder of posing In uniform before the
lens. The Spaniard, officer or soldier,
writes W. B. St avens In the St. Louis
Globe-Democrat, never misses a chance to
bo “taken.” Permission to photograph a
fort will be refused with a very positive
shako of the head, but a request to be al
lowed to snap tbe garrison drawn up with
the fort as a background is always met.
with smiling acceptance. ~ A captain or a
lieutenant will turn out his command and
put it In any position suggested if he
learns that a picture is wanted. If a sus
pect or a real insurgent la brought into
camp, the detachment which has made the
capture will enter heartily into a plan to
pose in away to reproduce the scene of
Its efficiency. Tho prisoner will be
brought out and made to kneel while the
soldiers and the officer In charge of them
take positions. On one occasion the whole
scene was reproduced tn such realistic
manner that tho poor prisoner clapped his
hands Upon his eyes and for a few mo
ments underwent all of the mental torture
of an execution.
The guards on an armored oar will climb
on top of their traveling fort and get into
position any time at the suggestion of a
desire for a picture. They will do it with
alacrity and manifestation of good feeling,
as If a compliment had been paid them.
The fact that he may never.see the picture
and that it Is going where no one will Nd*
ognize him seems to make no difference to
the Spanish officer or soldier. If el Amer
icano wants the picture enough to ask for
it, he is willing to accommodate. The
more realistic of war tbe posing can bo
made the more heartily the Spaniard en
ters into the proposition. For him tbe
camera has a fascination. Rank cuts no
figure. Colonels as well as corporals are
susceptible.
Only once in such journeying did the
little black box fall as a friend maker with
the Spanish troops. That was during a
visit to a camp of reconoentzados. Views
of naked and ragged children, of crowded
huts, of concentrated misery In general,
had been taken without any attempt at
concealment. TJIO mother of a pair of
twins had just persuaded the cherubs to
face the camera when the officer of tbe
day, a serious faced captain, appeared and
looked upon the smiling group of recon
centrados with evident disapprobation. He
wanted to know If a permit had been ob
tained from the oommandante.
When he learned that the formality had
been overlooked, he said it would be neces
sary to go at once to the headquarters.
With a score of boys following and the
guide looking frightened, the line of march
upon the oommandante was taken up.
What might have happened had that offi
cial been awake will never be known. It
was the siesta hour. Tho officer of the day
could not think of arousing bls superior.
He seemed a little in doubt bow to proceed
and accepted an invitation to go to the
hotel with such promptness that it was
evidently a relief to a strained situation.
At the hotel the officer of the day was made
as comfortable as circumstances would per
mit. His taste was consulted as to the
proper manner to exchange international
courtesies, and when be went away It was
with the observation that a later hour
would do very.well for the call upon the
commandante. The next time the officer
saw the oommandante he found that his
prisoners on parole had preceded him.
Some letters had been shown and good re
lations had been established.
“They were taking pictures of the
camp,” said the officer, indicating the
American and his companion.
“They have letters. They are all right,”
the oommandante replied. With that the
Incident closed, although tbe look which
came over the faqe of the officer of the day
did not indicate complete resignation.
Learned, but Eccentric.
Professor Lincoln of Brown university,
whose death occurred a few years ago, used
to tell amusing anecdotes of Neander, the
great professor and historian of the Chris
tian church of the Berlin university, un
der whom he studied for some time.
Neander was accustomed when lecturing
to stand behind a curious high desk, with
an open framework, and with holes and
pegs for letting ii? up and down. His cos
tume was a very long coat, coming down
to the tops of his great jack boots, and with
a collar which reached almost as high as
his head as he bentover his desk, and with
his arms extended forward twirled in his
fingers a quill pen. If this quill dropped,
there was a hiatus in the lecture until
some one would pick it up and place it in
his hands, and then the wonderful flow of
learned discourse would proceed.
It is said that when Neander went to
Berlin he happened, in going from his
home to tbe university for the first time,
to be with a friend who, for the sake of
some errand, took a most circuitous route.
Neander pursued this roundabout course
for years, and only by accident discovered
that there was a shorter way.
On one occasion, being jostled on a
crowded sidewalk, tn order to pass by the
crowd he stepped off into the gutter with
one foot, keeping the other foot on the
curbstone. When the crowd was passed,
he continued absentmindedly to walk on
in this curious fashion, and when he
reached home he complained of being fa
tigued from the disordered condition of
the streets. An acquaintance who bad fol
lowed him was able to explain his fatigue.
—Youth’s Companion.
That Was Different.
A page with a note entered tbe docu
ment room of the house i the other morn
ing, says the Washington Post. He had
an order signed by Page Morris for a book.
The clerk looked at it with disgust.
“Page Morris!” he exclaimed. “What
business has a page sending a note for n
book? Tell him to stop his impttdence
and ask a member to get the book for
him.”
The messenger looked aghast. “He Is a
congressman, ’’ he exclaimed. “He isn’t a
page at all. His name Is Page Morris, and
he is tbe member from Duluth.”
“Oh,” grunted the clerk, and then be
got the book.
The great thing in life is to be in earw
nest. Say what you mean, not what you
think you ought to my, and strive for the
thing you want, not for the thing Which
the philosophy of the moment has m-de
fashionable or the emotion of. 1 day has
made a little tempting.—John Olive’
Hobbes., ;
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