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fJkfeets Cmtittg f W. B. MINCEY, Editor. VOL. II. Sava; ah is now the largest cotton port in the United States, and Norfolk second. " Lock v- is Belva wooi 1 - at woman . 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. yV V N- V r.i m L // <* •?& • ■=? 4* f'lll' 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 r<J 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 aei -exclaimed: K' . Ji> ■j % r 1/ a r ( ! \ “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. r > % -" V- It r /Xi / ilM, !h m ■ tj w&Sk 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 $1-00 Per Annum, In Advane* i TAT vv/Liv/ii .HIM V 1 0T7 {!0NVTf!TS - m 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