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W. B. MINCEY, Editor.
VOL. II.
Sava; ah is now the largest cotton
port in the United States, and Norfolk
second.
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Lock v- is
Belva wooi 1 - at woman
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improving inteli .. thirteen per
cent, faster than man.
Twenty-two thousand Norwegians, it
is estimated, will leave their homes
this • . ? to settle in the United States.
There are eight mission ships now
evuising in the North Sea, each a com¬
bination of church, chapel, temperance
hall and dispensary.
'It is fblcrably clear now, says the New
York Sun, that the English harvest will
yield less than 55,001,000 bushels,
European crops are fifteen per cent,
under the average, but India, Australia
and Africa give a good surplus. Prices
have advanced one to two cents a
bushel.
The Washington correspondent of the
New York World says: “A movement
is on foot among Southern capitalists tc
secure a good grade of English colonists.
A Southern capitalist told me that he be¬
longed to a syndicate which was offering
inducements to English manufacturers
to come to the best districts of the South
with their entire plants. Especial in¬
ducements are to be offered to cotton
spinners.”
This is reported as the greatest water¬
melon year the Georgians have had in s
decade. A Savannah paper reports the
number of carloads shipped from the
State at 7055. The average number ol
melons per carload' is 1100, making
about 7,800,000 melons already shipped.
The estimate for the remainder of the
season is 35,000, making the total crop,
beside home consumption, 7,835,000
melons, the total value of which is placed
at $1,500,000.
Captain Vangelc, in an interview at
Brussels, Belgium stated that he be¬
lieved that he I. .tself was the mysterious
“White Pa"> ■” reported by the natives
as beings !u the Buhr-ol-Ghazel Provioot
_<^^.fr>ca.. The Captain ha? just rc.
turn'd from the Congo country, and
.says that at the beginning of the year
he had conflicts with the natives in the
neighborhood of that province. Captain
Vangele’s description would answer to
that of the “White Pasha.”
The report that two German bankets
are about to purchase the Island of Herat
is creating a sensation in Paris. The al¬
leged bankers are said to be Germar
naval officers in disguise, whose design
is to familiarize themselves, by the aid oi
local pilots, with certain channels and
currents, a knowledge which would be
of immense value in the event of a wai
between France and Germany. The
Island of Herm lies two and a half miles
from Germany in the English Channel.
The Electrical Review quotes Professoi
Asa Grey as saying that there is ground
for the belief prevalent in Europe that
lightning strikes the Lombardy poplai
in preference to other trees. He says au
old-fashioned Lombardy poplar, by its
height, its complete covering of twigs
and small branches and by its sappy
wood, makes a capital lightning rod and
a cheap one. To make it surer the tree
itiould stand in moist ground or neat
water, for wet ground is a good con-
fluctor and dry a poor one. It is recom¬
mended to plant a Lombardy poplar near
the house and another near the barn.
A large part of the Brazilian empire is
ready for republicanism, declares the
American Oulti ator. Dom Pedro, the
present Emperor, has been a father to
his people. He has been largely in¬
fluential in abolishing slavery, and foi
the good he has done the empire will
not be disturbed in his day. But he
Will have no successor. After his death
republicanism will be the natural order
of things. Brazil has enormous re¬
sources and a territory that may possibly
be subdivided Into a number of govern¬
ments. In time South America will be
gathered under a federative system, like
that of the United Statas.
Says the Detroit Free Press’, “The
English consumption of wheat per year
Is 200,000,000 bushels, The annual
production of wheat in England will
average from 75,000,000 to 80,000,000
bushels. This year it will not be more
than 50,000,000 bushels, It is an ill
wind that blows no one some good. The
American farmers in the Northwest have
long suffered the hardships that follow a
low price in wheat. Nearly all the mar¬
gin of profit has been consumed in ele¬
vator and transportation charges, If
the English wheat crop this year really
sustains the estimates that have been
Baade it will be a season of rejoicing for
the American wheat grower,"'
JASPER, GEORGIA, THURSDAY,, JvOVEMBER 22, 1888.
A POOR MAN’S THANKSGIVING.
Let him who eats not, think he eats,
’Tis one to him who las' year said,
“My neighbor dines on dainty sweets
And I on coarser bread.”
He who on sugar angels fares
Hath pangs beneath his silken vest;
The rougher life hath fewer cares—
Who fasts bath sounder rest.
If lean the body, light the wings;
His fancy hath more verge and rooul
Who feasts upon the wind that brings
The (lowers of hope to bloom.
So, if no smoking turkey grace
This day my clean but humble board,
I’ll think what might have been my case
If rich, and thank the Lord.
No gout awaits my coming age,
No bulbous nose like lobster red,
To vex my temper into rage,
Or fill my days with dread.
Leave to the rich his roast and wine;
Death waits on him who waits for all;
The doctor will be there by nine,
6y twelve the priest will call.
Lord, in all wholesome, moderate ways
Keep me, lest it should hap be worse;
Teach one to fill his mouth with praise
Who never filled his purse.
— F. B. Plympton.
THE UNPROBATED WILL
A THANKSGIVING STORY.
^ OOR as John
Ik Austin was, he
^,was desperate made by more the
Jr return of the fa¬
•a ther of his wife
(believed to be
& dead) who came
% home to them
V Yd. broken in health
m V/A* T Oasilent, “queer”
■J'pie SrtkiJw 11190 of > 98 Beachton the peo-
$ / witlv called him.
Epy/ When Jane
Austin was a lit¬
tle girl the now
old man had left her mother and her-
self to battle with the world, No one
knew why or whither he had gone.
For twenty-five years nothing had
been heard of or from him. In the mean¬
time the mother had died, the daughter
married, and several little olive branches
had come to twine around the hearts of
the father and mother and make the
struggle for brjad still more imperative.
For half a dozen years the old man
lingered rather than lived, in apparently woods
pnrpcBeless save to wander the
around the little inland village in sum¬
mer, shiver over the fire in winter and
constantly mutter to himself. Then he
quietly faded out from among the living
and was laid to rest in the desolate
graveyard.
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Of where he had been during his long
absence he never talked; what he had
done was never known. His reappear¬
his ance was as sudden and unexplained foot and as
departure. and He came on
_ alone, the only thing certain about
him was his poverty.
The expense of his “keeping” had'
been a serious drawback to the prosperity
of the daughter and her husband; those
connected with his last sickness and
death heavy. A single dollar added to
the outlay of any man whose only cap¬
ital is his hands and only income is from
daily toil is no light affair. Thankgiving
But a week previous to
the funeral had taken place—used up
the last dollar of ready money and left a
debt to be paid. In the flickering light
of the fire husband and wife sat sadly
discussing the outlook, and gloomy in¬
deed it was. The last of the little brood
had been tucked into bed, the fierce wind
of the Northern Winter was howling
without, the stars shone brightly but
coldly, and the low, heavy banks of
clouds gave notice of a fierce snowstorm,
and the poor know but too bitterly what
that means for them.
“John,” said his wife, after a long si¬
lence and with a heavy sigh, “to-mor¬ the
row will be Thanksgiving, and chil¬
dren are reckoning upon a good dinner. ”
“Yes,” he replied, with his head
bowed and tears in his eves, “but the
good Lord only knows where it is to
come from. The care and death of your
father—I don’t say it complaining, wife,
-for you have repaid it a thousand times
—has not only taken the last cent, but
left us a debt it will take months to pay.
pointed However, the darlings shan’t be disap¬
if I can help it, and if you can
manage the be pies done and little things I’ll sec
what can about getting some¬
thing in the shape of meat. Ileigh ho!
what a miserable thing it is to be poor
and never have any money when you need
it most.”
‘Wes, dear, it is hard; but we have
health, strength, and the little ones, and
that is very much to be thankful lor.”
“And many a rich man would give
more than the sum necessary to make us
comfortable for our appetites and the
sound sleep we enjoy.”
Little knew they of the storm that
rocked their little cottage and drifted
“WE SEEK THE REWARD OF HONEST LABOR.”
the snow around it. But with the morn-
ing light they saw it and with a sinking
of heart. It was as a deatli blow to the
plans .iohn Austin had made for their
Thanksgiving dinner. He had indulged
in no fanciful dreams of turkey and a
lingo chicken pie, of salad and jelly.
They were as far beyond his mentis as
oyster pate, terrapin, canvas-back and
champagne. A practical man, he had
thought but out had no sumptuous resolved to or be elaborate early, j
menu, tyooijs up if
take his, gun, gtt to the ahd see ,
he could not “knock over” something
for a Thanksgiving feast.
Under ordinary circumstances hunting
would have been recreation and one
seldom indulged in, for necessity com-
pelled uninterrupted labor. “Whew!”
he whistled under his breath as ho saw
how deep was the show, strong the wind
and freezing the air. But it was Thanks-
giving and the children must not bedis-
appointed. So, after building a rousing
fire and bringing in plenty of wood, he ,
kissed his wife, promised to be hack as |
early as possible, took his gun apd |
started upon the uncertain quest, for
game, like money, has a perverse fashion
of being out of the way when most
wanted.
Tramping along over the
fields and in the f ull sweep of the icy
blasts, he was he giad could to find reach shelter a little and
grove where
regain his breath. He seated himself
upon a stump and to him came the
greatest temptation of his life. In a
tree, within easy shot, roosted numerous
turkeys. Hatch d from the eggs- of
wild ones and with the distinctive
feather marks, it would be the easiest
thing to secure one and pass it off, if
seen, as legitimate game. Great fat,
luscious fowls they were, and the vision
of how happy his wife and children
would be in the eating arose before
him.
Almost before he was aware of the act
his gun was raised and aim taken. Then
conscience whispered: “They are not
yours, John Austin,” and turning his
steps away he answered mentally if not
vocally. “No, and I’m not going to be a
thief, even for a Thanksgiving dinner;”
Pushing on again over the broad
meadow he struck the road—an unbroken
one now—that led to the forest where
game was likely to be found, and was
passing than the log cabin of a family husband even
poorer his own, for the
was chimney—the lying very ill. He glanced up at
the most natural thing to
do upon such a day—and saw no smoke.
Either the poor man must be dead or the
supply of wood had given out. In-
stfintly his own situation was forgotten
and lie was not long in finding out that
his latter surmise was correct.
“Don't worry,” he said to the anxiotls
xvife, gathering and bringing in all the
wood he could find. “I’ll run over to
neighbor Sampson’s and borrow his
team and get you a load. There’s lots
of dead timber on this land, and he
isn’t the meanest man in the world by a
long shot.” he
forced To accomplish his purpose was
to retrace his steps and again look
at the temptation of the turkeys.
Certainly no birds ever looked so large,
and they stretched out their necks and
gobbled at him in the most provoking
fashion and as if they knew what was
passing in John,” his mind. said the farmer in
“Yes, an-
swer to his request, “take the oxen and
get as much wood as you can haul. But
you will have to cut it. Everything
down must be snowed under except it
maybe some rotten stuff that is of no
a cc° u °t'”
“All right, but you will have to lend
me an axe. I started to find some game
for dinner, but now the children wilt have
to get along with whatever their mother
can manage to fix up.”
“Well, here’s an axe, and you had
better leave your gun here till you come
back. I’d like to use it if you can tell
me where I will find my flock of turkeys
— the tame-wild ones J mean. I believe
they know it’s Thanksgiving and have
runaway.”
Austin told him where the birds were
to be found, thought of how little there
would be upon his own table, and
hastened upon his errand of
hastened as fast as an ox team, discon-
tented with being out such a cold morn-
ing and wading persuaded through such deep snow,
could be to go.
1 ramping along after the sled Austin
at last reached the woods and looked
for a convenient tree to “fall." An oak
stood near and a tap of his ax convinced
him it was hollow. That suited him
exactly. He could easily cut off' a couple
of logs, roll them upon the sled and re¬
duce them to burnable size afterward.
A strong-armed and willing-hearted
man, he was not long in separating the
trunk, drawing and unloading in front
of the house of hi3 sick friend. The
poor wife thanked him heartily and said
her brother had come and would do the
chopping.
his “All hearty right—no thanks,” he replied in
giving will way. be brigh “Hope than your Thanks¬ antici¬
:er you
pated. what lean “Now do for I’ll get my dinner.” gun and see
my own
He had gotten some little distance
when the woman st outed:
“You have forgotten your satchel,
John Austin!”
“Mine:” he questioned, returning.
‘‘Of course it is. You must have
placed it in the hollow trunk and for¬
gotten it. Anyhow it rolled out and
here is your wife's name on it. Gracious,
but it is marked plain enough.”
In mute astonishmeut John Austin
toon up the satchel and brushed off the
snow. It was a small affair, battered,
worn, stained and (as he afterward said)
might have come out of the ark. A
piece of buckskin was looped through
the handles and rudely marked: Mrs.
Jane Austin, wife of John Austin and
daughter Pennsylvania, of James U. 8.” Selfridge, Beachton,
He choked down a great lump that
had gathered in his thrOat, looked with
the most stupid satchel, surprise and at the forgetting woman,
then at the
team, gun and gap e started homeward
on a run. Bursting into the house ho .
dropped breathless! .'hi to a chair, Hung
the satchel into the Addle of the iloor
and gasped ouo i he tingle word:
“There!” ’ *
“John Austin,” e* homed his wife in
the loudest With key possible for her voice to
reach and thv^ttscles of her face
gathering for a 'term, “ire n't yotl
ashamed of yourself to come home
dfuhk, and on Thanksgiving? Take
that nasty old thiii ? ut of doors. It’s
a burning sh img n C| disgrace, and
you a husband andAer 6f a family;” rbqui-
and her apron was _ fight into
sition to marked wipe away for {'you, aer tears, -lane, and—
“It’s
where in heaven d-’Tyou get that great
turkey?”. ^Farmer brought it, and
which Fninp^m yort lost, and if the
your gnu, wc*ar
neighbors didn’t take pity on us
starve,” was replied iu very short
tences and broken py sobs.
“But Jane—" j.
“Don’t‘Jane’n,ti Takv T
ble, dirty thing rt hud ch,/A
where and go H inWjUfll
should have li;
and we becot
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bora,” and s ’ n
“Mothe .
hope i ta, U
: had investigation^! spclled^K v
name, Thus and^Hl reiHH
suggested that he ha^^H i^K;
looked and then, duli^H for^B
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-exclaimed:
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“It is father’s writing. Open it as
quick as ever yv'ju can.”
ij e complied The first thing he saw
was a letter. $ was wr.tten on coarse
paper, unsealed'directed to his wife, and
lea( i. “AH Au'^Rfcrcver faijy daughter Jane, wife
0 f j 0 h n Jt and ever. James
gelfridge. 1
“Found! “rjJ J will," said the hus-
band, ■n what the old man
h ;l s n f;
_ buckskin
j j, U p j n
disclffil^^^^^Vfl, wc; .|<u ben opened,
evid|^^^Hf(avui.'rs du-t and nug-
pctS) of a miser
m j n er, b haun^^^^Vvooils nnHE^Hnl why ho had so
muc vercomd^^Hr
( wl^Ku unexpected children gathered fortune
husband, tiSBUpon had
around the laughed which it been
piled, and and cried together.
The millions ot*nn reliant prince or rail-
way king was i otlung compared to the the
f ew hundreds to them. Then came
I na t ur al fear of being robbed, and the
wealth was hazily hidden away. They
were too much i ncited to even discuss
w hat they would do with it and were
frigthened nearly into convulsions when
a loud rap was heard on the door and
w ith it a command to open,
!t was on ] y t j ie j f neighbor and Sampson he
w ith more good numbed things, hands and as feet sat he
warming his good .iohn had been to the
told how as
afflicted family.'
“And, Jotinjlhe said, “I saw and
h car< } and you whdBfcalking a^&who could about he my thus tur-
keys, iindc^H&cut will
honest a^^^^^Llob temptation Sampson.”
ever find
themselve^^^^Ke Then wife unbosomed
gold, the letter
„*!<,.was ■illation judiciously
piveM , u ,d ■ the farmer
hurried having clone a
^ .mo l action
At a latehoulTOr "country folks”their
dinner was eaten with hearts overflowing
with thankfulness, and when the stuffed
children were dreaming the wife stole
behind her husband, put her arms around
]jj g and kissed him more warmly
than since the days of her courtship as
s i 10 w hispered: of be-
*iq’ 0 think I should accuse you
ing drunk! And you giving up all hope
0 f your own Thanksgiving dinner to
help others! Yon dear old .Iohn.”
N . B.—That will was never probated,
A Runaway Couple.
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The night before Thanksgiving.
The First Thanksgiving.
It is only about 25f5 years ago that
Thanksgiving day was observed in this
country. < dd Ma-sasoit and his ninety
braves sat down to dinner with the Puri¬
tans. The Indians brought deer from
the woods and the pale faces supplied
fish, clams and corn. Ten years later
when the la-t batch of bread in the col¬
ony was in Gov. Bradford’s oven and
starvation was staring our New ship England
ancestors appeared in the face, a good from
Ireland with provisions, and
the day appointed day for thanksgiving. fasting vu
changed into a of
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CURIOUS LITTLE WORLD DISCOV-
ERED IN MID-OCEAN,
Bxlles of Ecuador Idvlns: on a
Walled Island—A Ruler More
Autocratic Than the Czar.
On the largest of the Galapagos
islands exists a curious colony. “The
islaud is between six and seven hundred
miles from the mainland of Ecuador,”
said Prof, l.eo, to a I’ewiston (Me.) Jour¬
nal feportef, “almost under tho equator.
It is wrilHfd in with high volcanic rocks,
and very diffldutt of access. Years ago
the Ecuador Government planted islands, a con¬ but
vict enkmy on one of the
the i revolted, killed the GoV-
prn their
JMi O raHB^ig time ii and ftci all wind of
j kixccpt
<0 Chatham,
Bind I the walls of
—
make their home
K by i a shrewd and
i ruiikse^aaiT-iint tho Spanish race
to
'Ab-
KlfS
knd hiindre^ENffiMH t)
vessel I
Owned
habit an.
escape.
r:
Most
some probably har^pmari. on^^HQP>-
au English woman, also,
8 h e °"*y ttbout
, old, , - with blue and light ha but
eyes r,
as tough The a speeimen inhabitants as 1 ever about came
across. are
equally divided between the sexes. They
have an abundance of food, and in that
climate the kind of dress to be worn and
the amount of it are not subjects that
trouble anybody a great deal. You can
judge what sort of creatures they a e
when you remember that they are the
Criminal classes of a population which
at best is backward in culture.
“The Governor is the only person on
the island who knows anything of the
world. He has traveled somewhat, can
gpeak English after a fashion and con¬
trives td keep up within about six
months of the times. In conversation
he showed a pretty clear knowledge of
affairs in Europe and America. Al¬
though a monarch, in all essential re¬
spects, this man acknowledges his de¬
pendence on the goverment of Ecuador;
but he rules his subjects as he pleases,
and, perhaps, somewhat tyrannically,
for there are conspiacies constantly on
foot against his life, and he has to main¬
tain a miniature standing army. Tho
currency of the island is made of sheet
lead, with the value, the name of the
Governor and the name of the island
stamped upon each coin.
“Seven prisoners of State were in
durance while we were on tho Island,
under charge of having plotted to take
the Governor’s life during a recent fes-
tival, and to set up a new government.
What punishment they were to receive
was not definitely decided, but Cohos
intimated that he should banish them
one of the other and desert islands at
distance,where they would be furnished
with a little food for tempomy wfiit use
and a few tools, and left to for
themselves.
“The land in Chatham is under culti¬
vation. Sugar cane is raised and rum
made of it. Fruits, hides, mats, orchilla
and other products are Guayaquil.” shipped in con¬
siderable quantities to
Stevenson’s Luxurious Voyage.
Robert Louis Stevenson’s voyage on
the South seas goes to show some of the
possibilities of American enterprise now¬
adays. The whole trip was got up by of
Ihe scheming brain of a manager
newspaper yacht, syndicates. well equipped, Mr. Stevenson thor¬
hires the
oughly seaworthy, and supplied with all
the modern luxuries, and sails away on
a voyage of interest and novelty.
Meanwhile all bills are paid by syndicate. the man
who manages the newspaper
When Mr. Stevenson returns he will
pass over to him the manuscript reflections and em-
bodying the novelist’s
discoveries on the voyage, and the sale
of this manuscript m America, 1 ng and,
and Australia will more than retraburse
sr-.’xa
Lost ’’begging among the publishers.-
Neu> York Bun.
MU ol I’ennsyliaulB.
It is said by the New Orleans Times-
sonal £5sr,£iMysXTt characteristics of Samuel J. Ran¬
dall. They know him as a tall, gaunt
figure, slightly stooped, well, clad foi is he clothea
that seldom fit him pays
more attention to other picked things than to
his attire. They have him out
half a square away, with his piercing
black eyes peering from under the
slouching brim of a hat more or less old,
and many have said, “Here comes Ran¬
dall from his law office ” Yet Mr. Ran¬
dall never had a law office, and only a
man here and there knows that he never
studied law. In reality he started out
as au iron merchant, but did not make a
success of it.
NO. 5.
THE GRAY FATHER.
A tiny girl went singing
Among tho meadow Howe-*;
Her father watched her bringing
Her happy thoughtless hours.
,
She never saw his features,
She never knew his face,
Of all unconscious creatures
She had the joy and graca
Years passed!—her father brought her
A jewel for her brow;
She thought—and while she thought, her
Gray father she saw now.
But she was not so mirthful
That father now she knew;
Of grief she found old earth full
And she was older too.
The father of that maiden
He is old Father Time,
A parent heavy laden
With more of prose than rhyme.
No more you hear her laughter
Tiie flowering fields among;
Her words forever after
Are rather said than sung.
—Kenimjale Cook, in Temple Bar.
HUMOIt OF TUB DAY.
A stowaway —The glutton.
-; All for protection—Policemen.
M*Our horticultural fathers—Poppies,
•^pointer H^Keutul on pork—The pig’s nose.
on * ndar gastronomy......Eating
jjjHcaU deposit—Talking into a phono-
ili.
ilan has his tips and downs—Er, yes—
’ups!
friendly meeting—Gathering of
ifirs.
,:k Observatory—The postage
idow.
k Ld way to get at the tongue of a
it.
Bubs that have a “Jonah.”
IRled.
<t
(j,, may not his own
guilt, but he is always open to convic-
tl0ll
Make a man your traveling companion
J must put 1 up r with him.-Fion¬
yune. \
When an offico goes out to seek a man,
it has to pick its way through crowds.—
— Upoch. nothing
This Banana Trust will be
more, nor Icbh than a skin game.
Rttiheeter Poet.
Some belles captivate with artless
heart; others with heartless art.— Mer¬
chant Traveler.
The hen that hatched out a brood of
seven roosters was very proud of her
beautiful son-set.
Speaking of pins, the most costly
are the diamond pin and the terrapin.—
PitUbury Chronicle.
People studying the language of Fin¬
land have quite an exciting time at the
Finnish .—Hcchcster Post.
In Denmark, girls are trained to agri¬
culture, but in this country they tuke
moro kindly to husbandry.
A Philadelphia umbrella firm has sus¬
pended, with nothing laid by for the
rainy day .—Pittslurj Chronicle.
When young men and maidens go out
canoeing together their thoughts are
sailing to the port of canoebial fe¬
licity. i
Photographer—“Everything is ready.
Please smile.” Kentuckian -“Thank
you. I don’t care if I do .”—Areola
Record.
hurts a man just about as much to.
Burn him in offigy as to have his shadow
0Q a s t.one wall butted by a goat.—
Toledo Blade.
“Yes,” said Mr. Knowitall, “that ia
Latin for ‘deep sea bass.’ Basso pro-
fundo was Julius Casar’s favorite fish."—
Harper's Bazar.
The Bee Line Railroad has 117 crooks
in it. A bee which can’t fly straighter
than that had better invent a compass.—
Detroit Free Press.
“Yes,” said Mr. Newpop, “I’m
head of the firm down town, but when
I’m at home nights I’m floor walker
most of the time.”
They tell us that “wall” is an Indian's
most common expression thinking of pleasure.
And here we’ve been that an
Indian’s wali-whoop meant bloodshed.—
Binyhamptun Republican.
Young Mother (displaying baby)—
“Isn’t he a great noble fellow, JVla.or?”
Major (anxious to please)—“Yes indeed,
madam; why, he has got hands and feet
j on him like a hired man’s ."—Afeio York
i I Bun. much
\ T omm y— * “You ought to see how
j buM(jr 8 t e p-mothcr puts it’s on my of
b D d » ,| 0 hnny -“I guess some
bogusbu ° tt er , and she just trying it
Ju. before , he eats any of it herself.”
s ^w rr .
muzzle? Stby! his throatlet,
Stuffed the cold steel down
“Up went Willie!” did you say!
"aiSfiawAft —Time.
Brown—“Have you seen Robinson
recently, Duinley?” “I hear he has
been sick.” Burnley—'“Yes; I saw him
this morning.” Brown—-“How is he?”
Dumley—“By thunder, I forgot to ask
him. 1 just said How are you, old man?
and passed on.”— Time.
In the spring the young man’s fancy lightly
turns to thoughts of love:
Through the summer days he v oo >th like the
lightsome turtle-dove; genial
And when summer-tide is over, in the
glow of autumn, -
Home -the maiden writes to popper, Dearest
po, at last I’ve caught him.
—Kazan