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About Schley County news. (Ellaville, Ga.) 1889-1939 | View Entire Issue (June 27, 1895)
up ovnPET. What n world of fun wo lind, You a lass and I a lad. Up garret, In the sweet mysterious dusk, Ttedolent of mint and musk. With the herbs strung overhead, Aud th« ‘‘peppers" stiff aud rod, Aud, half hidden by dangling corn, Grandpa’s flask and powder-horn! Such a store of treasures rare Wo were sure of llnding there, Up garret. Hats and coats of pattern quaint; Dark old paintings blurred and faint; Spinning-wheels, whose gossip-whir Alight have startled Aaron Burr; Old lace capes of saffron hue; Dishes splashed with villas blue. You in trailing silk were dressed, I wore grandpa's figured vest, Up garret. Ho wo stood up. bushed and grand, And were married, hand in hand, While the tail-cased clock beheld, As it doubtless did of old, When at great-grandfather's side Stood his blushing Quaker bride. Furnished ready to our hand Was the cozy home we planned Up garret. Chairs that any modern belie Would pronounce “antique and svrelkf Chests and dresses that would vie With the grandest you could buy. Ah! they didn’t know it then— Save the little maids and men. Ail day long in ehildush wise We spun out life’s mysteries, Up garret. In the fragrant, spicy gloom Of that dear old raftered room. Oh. that life in very truth Were but sweet, protracted youth, And we all might play our parts With unwearied, happy hearts! — James Buekham, in Harper's Bazar. AN AMERICAN CLEOPATRA. m ! LL in all, it is much better for a pretty V woman to be smart of dress than of Y ( sjieech. Listen to 7*1 our ta ^ e> Yi Doubtless Miss iL Loring herself would be at a loss to ijg' m say exactly how it came about. Tlx; m M simple truth, no h doubt, is that she began innocently enough with Marion Crawford, and then, at a single bound, stood dazed before the mysteries of “Isis Unveiled.” After that there fell across her brown eyes a melancholy shadow; there crept into her con versation a tincture of theosophy : and in strolling the piazzas her goddess head dropped forward a bit, as though seeking to arrest some fugitive glimpse of the infinite. This was last summer at Bar Har bor ; and this was the first impression that Paul Nugent, after several tedious weeks, got of her there ; and it amused him. There also, and for the first time, he met Professor Goll. The two men made false appraisement of each other at a glance. Nugent had height and shoulders and color, and that almost flaunting air of health, the sight of which brings envy to dyspeptics. The Professor was a smaller man, of fine, wiry form and memorable head; of olive skin and baffling age. He mistook Nugent for a good-natured swell of dense muscle and perception. Nugent took him for a foreign adventurer who pretended to see celestial glories in symphonies, and who set his liquid eyes as snares for sentimental women. He saw, too, that this man was already much to Miss Loring. and that the two were very effective together. “Our talk will bore you, I fear,” she had said, when he first came upon them. “Professor Goll will deliver a course of lectures in New York this winter on various subjects related to psychic science, telepathy, hypnotism and such things, you know.” She said this glibly, in a tone toler ant of Paul’s assumed ignorance, and the Professor unconsciously adopted her manner in asking politely: “Are you interested in the sub ject?” it,” “Don’t know anything about said Paul in a cheerful, confiding tone. “So far as mind-reading and hypno tism and Mme. Blavatsky are con cerned”— he paused, disconcerted by the patronizing smile with which both the Professor and Miss Loring re garded him—“why,” he added, with a light laugh, “they make me very tired.” After lhat he was silent and ignored. He listened, however, and learned much, and the next day he gained audience of them again aud learned more. As follows: * ‘Metempsychosis ? Believe it?” murmured the Professor. “It is the oldest, the only religion. Miss Loring, I know it to be true.” An answering heat flushed on her face. “Oh!” she said, “if I could only tell you what 1 know to be true!” Paul, was quite forgotten, and this fiCsene was too much for him. He turned quietly aside and entered the music-room, where eat his sister, Mrs. Harkness. She began to gird him gently. “Paulie, Paulie,” she said, looking tenderly up at him, “what a ridiculous baby boy it is.” Ho swal- lowed hard and trie! to wriggle away, but she kept her hold and went on rapidly; “You know lessabout women, my child, than the Por e. You like pure air and food, and boxing gloves, and other ridiculous things; and now listen to your sister, who thinks she does know women. Gertrude loves you.” forgot tho grateful look She never he gave her. “At least she did love you, Paulie. I am sure of that. But you can’t cap ture a woman as yon would a bear— not a woman like Gertrude, You must race for her if you want her. Go home and get in training, The race will come off this winter, Not before; I won’t let it. After this hour where Gertrude is there shall be your only and own sister; don’t wor ry about that.” So Nugent next morning went away aud his sister kept her word. Her witty challenges tiicked the Pro fessor into a constant exhibition of the lighter und less romantic side of his nature; and this, in retrospect, he found exceedingly provoking. Mean-‘ while, in New York Nugent boxed a good deal at the Fencing and Sparring Club. But was never sensible of the humor of this. In midwinter Professor Goll began his course of lectures here, They took at ouce. He ranged in theme from the open secrets of animal mag netism to the mystic subtleties of eso teric Buddhism. He spoke with ad mirable eloquence, and, above all, there was a charming sympathy be tween the man and his subject. Miss Loring, of course, went each time to hear him, aud each time with Mrs. Harkness. Nugent had previous engagements, but he heard of the lec tures a great deal, and he renewed his acquaintance with the Professor one evening at a dinner given by his sister. It really seemed that Paul had been training, indeed. His stories were fresh, brief aud abundant; his jocund mood contagious, and it held out bravely to the salad. The Professor was exceptionally quiet all the evening, and he stayed late. Paul left early in obedience to a sign from his wise little sister. Again that night the rivals met at the club, aud the Professor began to study his man in earnest. Paul, too, made notes. He felt and acknowledged to himself the Professor’s intellectual superiority. The Professor, however, did not seem so ready to concede to Paul liis manifest physical advan tages. “I’ve not had gloves on for some time,” he said, “but I warn you I’m rather handy with them.” As a matter of fact, though rather immodest about it, the Professor sparred with skill, as Paul discovered the following alternoun at the club, After that they met repeatedly there, and Paul, toying with the Professor and learning his tricks shrewdly ar ranged for a coup de partie. The other, however, still mistook Paul for a good natured athletic fool. Other wise he would not have remarked, as he did one day in an affectedly lan guid tone, that it was rather a pity Miss Loring was rich. “I’m sure,” said Paul,” we both agree that Miss Loring needs neither genius nor money to make heir per fect.” “She is the most charming woman in the world,” said the Professor warmly ; but he had delivered himself into the hands of his adversary, and Paul proposed to make away with him at once. The next day was Wednesday, and on Wednesday afternoons of the sea son Mrs. Harkness usually came un der the spell of the orchestra. There Paul, eutermg late, found her and Gertrude, and back of Gertrude’s chair the Professor. Wedging for ward, he gained, in the first interval, his sister's ear. “Now is the time,” he whispered. “The race is on. 1 want you to bring her, without fail, to the club on Sat urday night. He thinks he can do me with the gloves; I don’t.” Mrs. Harkness looked up at him and began to laugh in her handkerchief. “Oh! that is too absurd, Paul,” she said; “but I’ll do it.” Then he bent over Gertrude and, “I came here to ask if you would like to see Bernhardt in ‘Cleopatra’ to morrow night.” She started forward in her chair and turned sideways to hirn a face grown suddenly white. It was the act of an instant, for while yet he stared at her the Professor leaned between them saying, softly, “Now, I know.” And then, as she sank back in her seat the blood ran up from her beautiful throat. Know what? Turningly savagely about, Paul was moved almost beyond control by the complacent smile on the Professor’s face to seize and crush him then and there. But Gertrude looked around again and beckoned him with her eyes, “Wait for me,” she said; “1 have sometuing to say to you.” drummed for The music on ages. Know what? Then he harked back to the day at Bar Harbor, and sud denly bethought himself of the strange words she had uttered then on the porch. “If I could only teU you what I know to be true,” sho had said to tho Professor. And now he said ho knew. What could he know? SCHLEY COUNTY NEWS. Once out on the street with the Professor unit Mrs. H:irkness well ahead, he turned to her suddenly and asked, “Well?” But speech came hard. “Oh, anoth er time,” she said. “No, now 1” he demanded. “Well,” she laughed, “what have you to say?” in sudden whirl “This," he said, a I wind of passion. “I lovo you and hate that man.” “Why do you hate him?” she whis pered. afraid love him “Because I am you —do you?” Then he looked at her, and the peace of heaven descended upon him. She was mute, but tho message he longed for smiled upon her lips. “Listen,” she said; “I know him far better than yon do. Perhaps I should have learned to know him too late if it had not been for your sister. She broke the spell. I’m almost ashamed to tell you, but yon certainly saw’ enough at Bar Harbor to know what bond of sympathy was between us. The oooks he gave me to read ; our talks about them; that was all. But really I began to believe—” “What did you mean that day,” Paul broke in. “when you wished you could only tell him what you knew to be true?” “Ob, don’t,” she faltered ; then with sudden courage, said rapidly: “We had talked a great deal of metempsy chosis; maybe you remember I had about persuaded myself that I believed in it. Then one day he confided to me the great discovery and secret of his life, that, that—oh, it sounds too ridiculous now!—well, the soul of Marc Antony had descended through ages into his body. There ! But don’t laugh.” “I can’t,” said Paul, gravely. “Though the descent is tremendous.” “Then you see,” she went on, “that other idea came gradually into my head. Isn’t it simply awful?” “What idea?” “You know very well ; I saw yon kDew when he spoke this afternoon.” 6 i > Pon my word, I don’t.” “Why, Cleopatra, can’t you see? Of course he knew it all the time, though he wished the notion to take root in my mind and grow into con viction as though he hadn’t nursed it at all. I hate him !” Paul stopped short in his tracks. “Do you mean to say,” he slowly de manded, “that you actually believed that you were Cleopatra?” ( i Now don’t, Paul,” she implored, moving hastily on. “Don’t let’s talk about it any more. When you asked me to go with you to see Bernhardt I came near fainting. I thought he had told you, and that you were making fun of me. Oh, it is too disgusting to think about. Please, please promise me—” He promised her everything in that one superlative moment, and then as they drew near to the other two hur riedly said: “Do you know the brute thinks you have big money and genius?” “Is he altogether wrong about that?” she murmured, demurely, “But do you know he thinks you spar fairly well? He tells me that with practice you will do very clever ly indeed; and that he enjoys giving a man like you what points he knows.” “Oh, he docs, does he?” gasped Paul. “That settles Mr. Marc An tony !” On Saturday night the big exhibi tion room in the Fencing and Spar ring Club was lined round with inter ested and interesting spectators—men of brawn and women of beauty. Foils flashed; gloved hands punched ; strong back bent in wrestling. Paul came purposely late with the Professor. They had barely time, in deed, to get into their clothes when the ring was ready for them. It was seldom Paul showed his skill, and hence the promised set-to was es teemed as the piece de resistance of the evening. The Professor, it is only fair to say, was not apprised of this; on the contrary, he stopped aghast at sight of the expectant congregation, and would gladly have beaten a re treat. but a grip of iron was on his shoulder and, ere he knew it, he was standing in full sight of guard. Then a buzz of admiration and sur prise went round the room. “Why, it’s Professor Goll!” He heard, and a fierce hate blazed out of his eyes, and Paul felt that it would be a fight indeed. Gertrude was there; he had sought and found her with his first swift glance. From the beginning the Professor, smiling wickedly, pushed the bout as best he could, growing conscious, however, with each spent blow that all his tricks were known and that Paul was trifling with him. Pausing for breath, he swept the room with an open, angry stare, and presently it rested upon Gertrude. He had no thought of retreat there after. He remembered with a rush of blood to his pallid face, how conde scendingly he had spoken to her of Paul. With a higher guard, then, he awaited the onset, sparring lightly for wind; Paul patiently gratified him. Pressed slowly backward, the Profes sor was regaining confidence when suddenly Paul made one of his famous feints. He took no further advantage of it thau to pause and laugh with the spectators at the wild flury of the Pro fessor’s arms; but the next instant he saw that his time had come; that tlx* white-lipped man in front of him wa« no longer to be toyed with but strick en down. The laugh drove the Professor tonn act of folly. He tried to echo it; aud then, as it ended in a hoarse, panting cry, lunged forward with a Bhift of feet. But his man was not there. As the Professor’s body swung to tho right his head bent forward. Paul coolly turned the blow and drove his left home with staggering effect. Back came the Professor with the glare of an infuriated wild beast; the smile on Paul’s face half-crazed him, and rush ing forward he feinted weakly with both hands and tlxjn swung around on the pivot. It was a desperate move, aud ended in complete disaster. Gertrude hid her face in her hands as she saw Paul’s long, strong arm spring full in tho face of his antagonist. There was a heavy fall, a storm of cries, in which “it served him right” predominated, and when she looked up again Paul was tenderly sponging the Professor’s face. “Oh, it was horrid of him,” sho said to Mrs. Harkness. Nevertheless, she was proud of her. lover. Not a word passed between the two men until they stood dressed aud face to face at the top of the flight of steps. Round about tho Professor’s eye was a blotch of red; the rest of his face was very white. » “I must thank you,” said Paul, “for the points you have given me.” The Professor started. i « But don’t you think Marc Antony made a mistake in selecting you?” The Professor smiled feebly. “Because,” added Paul, “Cleopatra does. Then the Professor went down the steps.—New York Vanity. SELECT MEll.VbS. Chicago has a minister who is a garbage inspector. The crown worn by Queen Victoria weighs forty ounces. The crocodile’s egg is about the size of that of the goose. A Chinaman on a bicycle is one of the sights of Eastport, Me. John G. White, a Cleveland author ity on chess, has a library of about 5000 volumes devoted entirely to the game. The mud baths of Dax, in France, have existed and been more or less' celebrated since the time of the Romans. Medical students at, Harvard Col lege attend a cooking class to learn how sickroom delicacies should be pre pared properly. “No flies on him,” givon ns nn Americanism, is found in “Don Quixote,” where it occurs as one of the sayings of Sancho Panza. Medical students in China study copper models of men which are pierced with 140 holes, which show the location of an equal number of pulses. “Uncle Pi,” an ased colored man of x ew York City, is said to possess won derful 8ki u j n surgery, which heprac tices gratis for the benefit of his poor Tho Indian custom oi scalping a slain enemy is one common to many Nations in an early state of develop ment. It was practiced by the Scyth ians and other barbarous Nations of Europe in ancient times. That nursery tale which has charmed generations of children and their eld ers, known as “Blue Beard,” was written by a French author. Tiie original of the character of Blue Beard was a marshal of France. While there are no statistics availa ble, careful estimates from all possi ble sources of information make it probable that at the time of the dis covery there were not more than 500, 000 Indians in all North America. A curious numismatic relic of the epoch of Peter the Great has been pre sented to the Petroviski museum at Astrachan. This is a metallic token or “receipt” granting the bearer per mission to wear a moustache and beard. The ancient Egyptian cats were yel low, with reddish stripes, such as are occasionally seen nowadays and called by some "Venetian cats, The cat was domesticated in Europe shortly after the Christiau era aud the first speci mens brought into England were very highly valued. About 500 pounds oj the Holy Ter ror rock was so rich in gold that it was shipped direct to the mint from the Adams Express office at Hill City, South Dakota, Parties that handled the ore say that one bucketful was more gold than rock, and that it would yield $10,000. Largest Chimes Cast in America. A number of musicians and clergy men were present at the test of a chime of bells which has just, been completed at Baltimore, Md., for St. James’s Catholic Church, Chicago. There are twenty bell in the chimes, the largest of which weighs 5150 pounds, and the smallest 150. Their total weight is 40,000 pounds. It is the largest musical chime of bells ever cast in this country.—Chicago Timea Herald. A CURIOUS settlement; descendants of hessian PRIS. ONERS IN VIRGINIA. They Were Captured During tf,o Revolution—Living a Life of Se elusion—Some Peculiarities. A- BOUT eight miles from Char lottesville, Va., surrounded on all sides by a circle of (« low but steep and rugged mountains, may be seen faint traces of what was once a prisoners’ barrack of the Revolutionary War. When Gen erul Burgoyne surrendered at Sarato ga, the commander of the Continental Army were greatly at a loss to know what to do with tho large number of Hessiaq prisoners thrown upon their hands. These men were finally sent to what was then tho remote town of Charlottesville,on the border of civili zatiou, where it was thought the situ ation and the unsettled condition of the country would prevent, any at tempted escape and thus render un necessary a strong guard. Tue prisoners remained quietly at their quarters during the remainder of the war, and came to be looked upon more as settlers than as prison ers. The Hessians evidently preferred their life in Virginia to fighting,for they not only made no attempt at escape, but, after the close of the war, wero so pleased with the situation that they determined to settle there permanen lv, and thus was formed the settle ment which is the subject of this sketch. In the hundred years which have elapsed since the founding of this cu rious colony, the descendants of the founders have mixed but little with the surrounding population, and to day they are easily recognized by the peculiarity of their manner and dia lect. Charlottesville lies at the foot of the Blue Ridge Mountains, sur rounded by a circle of low hills,which extend in every direction and divide the country into natural divisions, thus aiding in maintaining the unity of the colony. The seclusion in which the colony has kept itself has not been beneficial to the character of the peo ple, and they are ignorant and unedu cated far beyond the average Virginia farmer. They possess, however, a na tive shrewdness which, in part, sup plies the place of education, and keeps them in a fairly prosperous condition. They are of a peaceable disposition, save for an occasional feud between themselves. One noticeable feature is the pecu liar sensitiveness of their disposition, which is in marked contrast with their rough manner of life. In this respect they are almost child-like, and they ■will assume an injured air on the slightest pretext. Christian Asso The Young Men’s ciation of the University of Virginia supports several mission Sunday schools, taught by students of the university, whose scholars consist al most entirely oi these Germans. There is great need for such work, for their ideas of religion are most primitive, aud church goiug is rarely practiced. Old men and boys sit to gether in one class and listen with eagerness to the talks of the students —Such as might be given to a class of young boys in one of our city Sunday schools. The people are less exclusive now thau formerly, and are thus rapidly losing their marked peculiarities. But the colony still retains many curious features, and remains one of the inter esting reminders of Revolutionary times.—New York Post. Mliere London Gets Apples, Tasmanian apples are arriving in very good condition this year, and a portion of the cargo of the steamship Cuzco, which brought 12,000 cases, was sold at auction yesterday in the Floral Hall, Covent Garden Market, by Messrs. W. F. White –Co., realiz ing prices which are said to be retnu nerative to the colonial fruit growers, whilst they are decidedly satisfactory to the London consumer^. The ex cellent quality of the Tasmanian Rib ston, Cox’s Orange, New York, Stunn er and Kings Pippins, and of the Scar let Pearmains, Alfreston and Prince Alfred apples is widely recognized. They fetch from $2.25 to $3 per case, coming into competion with the last of the Nova Scotian and Canadian ap ples, which are selling at $4 to $5. Wero it not fur the introduction of ap pies from the antipodes, we would have difficulty in replenishing the des sert dishes this year, as there are no English-grown apples to be had, last season having proved disastrous. Tho Cape fruit, which was obtainable for about a month, has almost ceased to arrive. Tasmanian apples practically have sole command of the market.— London Telegraph. ■— --— -- Beauty in Court. In a recent trial at Siena, Italy, the beauty of a servant giri summoned as a witness had a dramatic effect on judge, jury and counsel, While un dergoing examination she stood facing the Magistrate, who, in a commenda ble spirit of justice aud gallantry, said: “I beg you, my pretty girl, not to turn also toward the jury, as I do wish it to be said that I alone have the privilege of admiring your beauty. —Chicago Record.
