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About Schley County news. (Ellaville, Ga.) 1889-1939 | View Entire Issue (March 8, 1894)
( It is estimated that 8140,000,000 was spent in railway travel last year in this country. There are ten Chinamen in this country to every American in China— the figures are 1,100 against 11,000. In times of war the armies of the Europeans nations can be raised to 9,366,000 men and the daily expense will be nearly 820,000,000. Tea, the beverage of the higher classes in Germany, though more con mimed in the north, is rapidly win uiug favor also with the middle classes in the south. Everywhere, notes the Washington Stnr, the tea table is grow ing popular, hud Germany will proba bly, at no distant period, become a large consumer of tea. New Zealand is reported by the American Agriculturist to be in a con dition of unprecedented prosperity, owing to the rapid strides iu land re chunation, the enormous increase in the exports of frozen mutton, the im petus given to the dairy industry by the opening of British markets and the increase in population induced by these conditions. The failure of the Santa Fe Railroad Company again illustrates the truth of the homely saying that one should not bite off more than one can chew, muses the Trenton American. The original Santa Fe road still pays well, but the overgrown system of that name cannot meet its fixed charges. The Santa Fe wanted the earth; it has got r. receiver. Inventive genius is progressive. The appearance of the torpedoes was at first taken as the doom of the ironclad, for could not these terrible agents of destruction be sent under the hulls of the greatest of ships? But the tor pedo net, which would make the tor pedo keep at a distance from the iron clads, seem to neutralize the torpedo. Now a German has applied to torpe does powerful shears which will cut the netting without impeding the speed of the missile. It is now the ironclad’s play. Boston has proved to her satisfac tion that physical culture is a success in her schools, states the New York Times. A Swedish teacher who has made herself'acquainted with the matter says there is no question that the general health of the boys and tlie girls was remarkably better at the eud of the school year of 1893 than 1890 or 1891. She believes that the fifteen-minute daily exercise has caused this improvement, and predicts that time will show a more perfect physique, graceful bearing and healthy carriage. There is no doubt in the minds of students of health upon this point. The blood grows sluggish with sedentary habits, and the brain does poor work for it. Start the cir culation by active respiration and muscular action, and give the correct pose to the body, whether walking or sitting, and the child is sure to prove more robust and more intelligent. Brooklyn has her Director of Physical Culture of the public schools, follow ing Boston’s system closely, and it is hoped success will attend the new re gime. _ The union between SAvedenand Nor way, Avkich has existed since Novem ber, 1814, does not seem to the San Francisco Examiner to be Avliolly har monious at the present time. Norway has tired of the union and appears dis posed to secede and set up for itself, possibly under a republican form of government, and a special article in a Berlin journal says that there is every reason to believe that the King of Sweden is prepared to use force to maintain the union between the two countries. At the same time, though there is a strong military party in Sweden, the nation as a Avhole would think twice before entering on a wa r which Avould entail foreign complica tions. These complications Avould . m ise probably out of the relations be tween Denmark and Norway, Deu mark has a strong sympathy for Nor way anil no special fondness for Swed en. and the creation of a Norwegian republic might endanger the Danish dynasty. The scheme, therefore, bus been c–nceived in high quarters to place Prince Waldemar of Denmark on the throne of independent Norway fco found a Norwegian dynasty. Tho convicts in United States jirie ons number 1,180 for every million of population. A Canadian court 1ms defined the wood “boodler” to mean “the very meanest class of thieves.” It has been declared by Dr. Ross, a Nova Scotian mining export, that Wy oming is richer in minerals than uny other state in this country. Cremation is becoming increasingly popular in Paris, and the crematorium erected at the cemetery of Pere La chaise has already been found to be too small. Agricultural co-operation appears to bo very successful in New Zealand. At the recent annual meeting of the Auk laud Farmers’ Co-operative Association the annual report showed a net profit of more than $7,000, equal to thirty per cent, on the paid-up capital. Says the New York Mail and Ex press: The United States of South Afrfca is spoken of bv ftn influential London paper as a probability of the future. The leaven of liberty is work ing nil over theglobe. The federation of man is an increasing possibility. Perhaps future generations will know the United States of the World. I’here is church seating capacity in this country for 43,000,000 people. There are 111,036 ministers; this would give to each minister a congre gation of 387. Everybody in this country could go to church morning or evening, and one third of the pop ulation could go both times, without a single person being forced to stand, estimates the New York Observer. Mrs. Amelia F. Barr compelled a London publisher to pay her 83,000 for reprinting one of her novels pub lished on this side. He had over looked the fact that she was an Eng lish subject, and issued it in England without her permission. She made him feel worse with the remark that if he had come to her for permission he could have got the book for $ 1,000 leSs. At the beginning of the new year the United States Treasurer began a new system of bookkeeping so far as currency notes are concerned. The new system will save considerable time and labor and facilitate to some extent the redemption of worn and mutilated money. Under tho present system the United States notes or the Treasury notes and gold and silver certificates, when received for redemption, are credited on the books of the depart' rnent according to the series of which they are composed. This entails a great deal of labor which is now re garded as unnecessary, especially in the case of United States notes, of which tkerfe are six different series. Hereafter the amount daily received will be recorded as a whole and the new certificates will he issued in re turn as heretofore, There is no special significance attached to the change, and it is said to be merely in the direction of reform of methods. Vast and populous as China is, the experience of the present century shows that she is weak for aggressive pUrposes. She has not the hold on territory adjacent to her borders which she could claim a hundred years ago. European nations are pressing on her, both on the south and on tho north. She has been forced to cede a portion of her territory to England, ami she has been compelled to avail herself of the help of Englishmen, both for civil administration und for military command. All these things shoAv that an expansion of the Chinese race does not necessarily involve an extension of Chinese dominion. On the contrary, they tend to prove that it is the order introduced by Euro pean administration which leads to the multiplication of these industrious people; and there is, therefore, at least as much ground for saving that though Borneo, Sumatra and New Guinea, and the great islands of the Eastern Archipelago, may be ulti mately peopled by yellow races, they will be governed by the white races, as for believing that a new Chinese Empire is in process of formation ; a Chinese India may, in other Avords, he developed in these great and for tile islands. S' HUEY COUNTY NEWS. The Flight of the Heart. ■fho heart soars up like a bird From a nest of care! Up, up, to a larger sky. To a softer air! No eyo ean measure its flight. And no hand ean tame, It mounts in beauty and light,, Iu music and flame. If all the changes of Time / There is none like this; The heart -oars up like a bird At the stroke of bliss. The heart soars up liko a bird. But its wings soon tire; Enough of rapture and song, The cloud and the fire; Its look, the look of a king— Of a slave, its birth, llio poor, tired, impotent thing, .Sinks back to the earth. And the mother spreads her lap, And she lulls its pain ; “Oh, thou who sighed for the sun. Art thou mine again? ’ —[Dora Ileado Goodale. A Transformed Portrait, BY JAMES BTICKHAM. A quaint old house was that in Louisiana where I had planned to spend the winter of my content—the winter following my engagement to Louise Ericsson. It was large, state ly, and aristocratic, but so old, so an tiquated in all its appointments, with such faded, dingy carpets and furni ture, such worm-eaten and chipped door-frames and wainscotings, that I hardly knew whether to be proud or ashamed of my lodgings. But of one thing I was convinced—the old house afforded just the environment for a man who Avas writing a creole story. That was what brought me to Louisi ana, and was also the reason of my going to lodge with Madame Des lanier, in the old /deslanier mansion, four miles from the town of Winn field. The house had but two stories, and the room assigned me ou the second floor was almost oppressively large and high—for there is a certain op pressiveness about lack of space. As I sat in my easy-chair, that first evening, with three candles burning at my elbow in old-fashioned silver candlesticks, and looked up at the dim, faded frescoes, and around me at the shadowy, tapestried walls, I felt with melancholy distinctness my own insignificance and loneliness. The candles—which were all Madame Deslanier had in the way of illumina tors—diffused a mere halo of light around my chair, while outside and above that dim circle swam and whirled the mysterious twilight. It seemed to me to flow in currents round and round the room—silent, slow, unceasing. “Shall I ever overcome this uncanny feeling?” I thought, ‘ ‘Shall I ever be able to write, or even to sleep, in this ghostly old place?” I lit a cigar and settled hack, deter mined to throw off' the depressed and fearsome sensations which possessed me. As my eyes gradually became more accustomed to the outer circle of twilight, I began to note my surround ings more in detail, especially the three or four old paintings that hung around tho Avails. One of these iu particular attracted my attention. It was the life-size portrait of a girl’s face—a dark Spanish type of beauty, with lustrous eyes and hair, full crim son lips, and cheeks of olive and pomegranate, that seemed to fairly gloAV Avith actual life. This portrait hung directly in front of me as I sat, but higher than the rest; and, in the dusk just below the lofty ceiling, what wonder I imagined, now and then, that the beautiful thing had life—imagined I saw the eyelids open and close, the eyes beam with changeful meanings, and evanescent shadows of smiles flit across the beau tiful lips. I lay back in my easy-chair for a long time, looking straight up into the lustrous eyes, which looked straight down into mine. The face was corn pany to me in my loneliness ;and it was such a strangely delightful sensation, that of looking silently and at one’s leisure into real eyes, burning with real emotions and scintillating Avith real feeling. But— ! I flung the stub of my cigar into the smouldering grate and rose hastily. What would Louise think if she could eee me gazing in that way even into painted eyes. It av«s wrong. > How would I be able to assure her—or my self—that it meant nothing whatever; that there was not the slightest danger of my ever becoming enamored of the creole beauty whose portrait hung be fore mo, and then m mad desire of my ideal, setting forth to seek the face which had driven my sweetheart from my memory. I gazed no more at the portrait that night, and by morning the thought of it had vanished from my mind. I was little in my room that day, but when evening came, uml I settled down to my customary cigar, it was impossible to prevent my eyes wandering to the face which had so enchained them the pre vious evening. There it hung, more beautiful than ever, with a smile, I fancied, half of triumph, hall' of win some reproach, in the lustrous eyes. ‘‘Confoundit!” I exclaimed, “The thing must be alive!” Then the ab surdity of the supposition struck me with such force that I laughed aloud. The next morning I had not so easily forgotten the lovely portrait, and glancing up, saw it for the first time by daylight—a faded canvas enough, in a tarnished frame ; beauti ful as the suggestion of beauty, but how unlike the living, beaming face of my evening reverie! “I will watch the transformation of the portrait tonight,” I thought. “I will see how and when the wizard twilight changes that faded mass of color to vivid, beautiful flesh and blood.” The sun had just dipped below the hills when Hit my cigar that afternoon, nnd leaned back in my easy-chair to watch the transformation of the por trait. Slowly the daylight died from the room. Madame Deslanier entered and placed candles on my tables. I returned her greeting without taking my eyes from the portrait. With the coming of the candles I fully expected the transformation to take place, but strangely enough, it did not. Although the conditions seemed now precisely the same as on the previous evening, when the portrait surely lived, and spoke to me with its eyes, I could see nothing more than dull canvas and features. As Madame Deslanier was passing out of the room I turned my head for a moment to ask if my rice and milk might bo served that evening in my room. The good lady consented and closed the door, and I raised my eyes immediately to the picture again. But, presto! In that moment of averted attention it had changed from canvas and paint to flesh and blood, from death to life, from unresponsive ness to silent eloquence. The eyes that looked down into mine glowed with passion and tenderness, the lips smiled wistfully, the cheeks burned with faint and exquisite blushes. “My God!” I exclaimed, starting up and involuntarily lifting my hands to the beautiful vision. For an in stant the eyes of the woman and the eyes of the man clove together in the burning bondage of unutterable pas sion. Then there came a light rap at the door, the knob rattled slightly, and I sank back in my chair just as Madame Deslanier entered. 6 t A letter for monsieur,” she said, laying it on the table and retiring. I snatched the missive and tore it open. It was from Louise. A small photograph fell out—a mere card mini ature—but oh! so dainty, so sweet, so speakingly and love like my stormfullv darling! Remorse through swept me. I caught the little pliotograjffi to my lips and rained kisses upon it. As I did so, something came crashing down at my feet. I started back. It was the frame of the painting above me. The portrait itself had slid back, panel wise, leaving a gap of staring darkness in the dim old wall.—[Frank Leslie’s Weekly. The Head Letter Oflice. The infinite pains taken by this great government of ours with even the most trifling interests of sixty mil lions of people is most forcibly illus trated in the workings of the Dead letter office. The scraAvl of the illiter ate receives as close attention as the polished chirograpky of the univer sity graduate, a modest [jenny as much care in handling as a pretentious one hundred-dollar bill. Six million pieces of undelivered mail matter are annually received at the Dead-letter office, and not one, koAveA’er insigni ficant, is overlooked or slighted. An amusing incident occurs to me j ast here. A postmaster in the far west sent an official communication to the office stating that he had found loose in the mail a small bag valued 820, which valuation was stamped on the bag when found. Ho had ventured to open it, but was detaining it until instructed bv Post-office department how to of it. Forthwith he was instructed forward said bag to the oflice without delay. In the course of another week precious bag arrived. A record made of its recent, and it was given to a special clerk to bo duly examined and properly treated. Before this had been done,a party of distinguished visitors were being shown through the office by the chief clerk. While they were expressing wonder at what they saw, the offices remarked, “Wait a moment and I’ll show you something curious that has just arrived,” and hurried away. Returning in a ent,he held in his hand the bag. It was a tiny affair of chamois skin tied with a narrow dark blue ribbon, and marked plainly in figures, 820. “It has not been jfet, but we think it probably gold dust,” and be proceeded to its history in detail. A lady clerk ting near, and almost choking with laughter, said, as plainly aa she under the circumstances, “Why, Mr, P--, that is an emery bag.” A general laugh followed, and the chief clerk hastened to divert the attention of the party t^> a new subject. Never theless the emery-bag was as careful ly preserved and treated as though it had contained gold-dust in very truth. But it had lost its value as a show piece.—[Harper’s Young People. It Was His Nature To. A savage-looking bulldog, which be longed to a schooner lying at a whari in San Francisco, fell into the bay the other day unnoticed by anyone on board. After vainly trying to scram ble up the vessel’s side, says the Cal!, he caught hold with histeethona rope attached to a small boat lying along side. Then he attempted to place his fore feet on the line to use it as a rest, but in this he was again unsuccessful, for every time he made the attempt the small boat would back, the rope would sag, and the brute would duck beneath the surface. Every time he came up again he was hanging by his teeth with a sort of deathlike grip to the line. This exercise, without bene ficial results, seemed to exhaust him even more than his attempts to reach the deck of the vessel. For a few moments he rested, then turning his ugly face and his w icked eyes toward those ou the wharf lie set up a howl. A Newfoundland leaped into the water, true to his instinct, and swam toward the struggling bulldog. The latter, also showing his nature, regarded the rescuers’s approach ns a challenge to light. Releasing his hold on the painter, he turned apd not only pat himself oil the defensive but growled and snarled, and finally made an at tempt to bite the one that would have helped him to a place of safety. The Newfoundland, not a coward by nature, but not a tighter, realized that his good intention was not appreciated or tin derstood by the brute that had given I such howls of distress, turned and sw am to the boat steps, from which If j made his way to the wharf, shook bin. self, and trotted away. In the mean* time the unappreciative terrior swain back to the painter, got another grip with his teeth on it and howled anew. About this time some one belonging the schooner seized the rope, hauled shivering brute alongside, him by the skin of the neck, him on board. Banquet of Paris Undertakers. The traditional annual banquet of “sour herring,” so called, come o$ Wednesday—All Saints’ day. numerously attended by the fw of the undertaker assistants 9 derives its name from the when the custom was first estid'-l and these assistants were oid; “porters” they assembled oiioB year for a social entertainment, <' coinciding with the arrival of tb«, herrings in the Paris market* festival was succeeded ball, at which, as a matter of fair partners were treated “bier” and offered floral tributes vStkl ; | shape of .bouquets and wr Register. The Court of Appeals in Holland aCi 1* J | i that kissing is not an offe
