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About The Pickens County herald. (Jasper, Ga.) 1887-???? | View Entire Issue (June 4, 1891)
COUNTY HERALD VOL. IV. The Four Winds, Wind of the North, Wind of the Norland snows. Wind of the winnowed skies and sharp,clear stars— Blow cold and keen across the naked hills, And crisp the lowland pools with crystal films, And blur the casement squares with glitter¬ ing ice, But go not near my love. Wind of the West, Wind of tho few, far clouds, Wind of the gold and crimson sunset lands— Blow fresh and pure across the peaks and plains, And broaden the blue spaces of the heavens, And sway the grasses and the mountain pines, But let my dear one rest. Wind of the East, Wind of the sunrise seas. Wind of the clinging mists and gray, harsh rains— Blow moist and chill across the wastes of brine, And shut the sun out, and the moon and stars, Aud lash the boughs against the dripping eaves, Yet keep thou from my But thou, sweet wind! Wind of the fragrant South, - Wind from the bowers of jasmine and of rose— Over magnolia glooms and iilied lakes And flowering forests come with dewy wings, And stir the petals at her feet, and kiss The low mound where she lies. — [Charles Henry Luders. LOST ME. GREYLAND. BY HERO STRONG. She was a proud woman always, and just now she was a very angry one. Her fine figure was drawn np to its utmost height, her brown eyes flashed so they looked black, and a vivid crimson burned on her check, whose brightness no oriental rouge could ever hope to rival. Imogene Leigh had always been handsome—tonight she was magnificent. Charles Greyland could not help admiring licr, even while her glanco of scorn burned into his soul and crushed out the deep love ho thought he bore her. He was rich and she was poor, and in that fact lay the cause of the trou¬ ble. Some kind friend—everybody has these kind friends, you know— had insinuated that Imogene was marrying Mr. Greyland for his money; and Greyland, in a moment of pique occasioned by Imogeue’s danc¬ ing twice with a handsome cousin of her own, had let fall something of the kind in her hearing. Of course Grey¬ land avas a fool, but not so much of a one that he was not sorry for his folly the instant the thing was done, but lie was too proud to say so. He did not for a moment believe that Imogeue’s love for him was influenced by his fortune; he had only spokon thus be- eause he was angry, and angry people are generally idiots for the time be¬ ing. Never would he fo?-get the flash of Imogene’s eyes, or the keen sarcasm of her tone, as she answered him: “You are free, Mr. Greyland. A man with a soul so small that lie deems a few paltry thousands of more conse¬ quence than himself, should seek a mate from among his own kind. Take back your ring. It is a diamond, aud as such no doubt valuable to you.” He set his heel on the bauble and ground it into the carpet; then he said a few angry words, for which he would always be sorry, and left her. • They wont their separate ways, aud tried their best to show their faces to the world bright ami gay. Imogene succeeded admirably, but Mr. Greyland overshot the mark, and people said be was getting frivolous, and the pastor of his church “labored’’ with liim, and won tho everlasting dislike of his wealthiest parishioner by so doing. About this time Marge Atherton came to the city where our disunited lovers dwelt, and here was a field of labor just suited to her. She had been gome years in pursuit of a rich hus¬ band, but the man she desired to honor was slow in making his appearance, and there was a strong prospect that Miss Atherton, in spite of her mani¬ fold attractions, would have to die an old. maid, or emigrate to Oregon— a country where it is generally supposed they do not raise women. Mr. Greyland was the very subject for her. She set herself to work at once to conquer him. She flattered “We Seek the Rewnrd of Honest Labor.” PICKENS COUNTY, GA„ THURSDAY, JUNE 4, 1891. him, she deferred to him, she asked his opinion on every trifling thing, and poor Greyland’s heart was so sore that lie was glad of anything by way of balsam. The very day that he had made up his mind to propose, fate stepped in and did q good stroke of business for him. A great financial crisis occurred, and swept away every dollar he possessed, and in twenty-four hours the news was all over the city; and when, a day or two afterward, Greyland, aching for sympathy and love, went to call on Miss Atherton, she was “not at home,” though ho could have sworn he heard her at the top of the stairway. And that ended their acquaintance Miss Athertou married a sovonly- five year old millionaire, who willed all his property to a home for old wo¬ men when he died; and Greyland be¬ came misanthropic, and took to keep¬ ing dogs and smoking cigars innumer¬ able. Things with him were not so bad as at first suspected. They never arc, at least in stories, and he had after all, a few thousands left. He went into business on a small scale, but the confinement of the counting room in¬ jured his health, and sometime in the summer his physician sent him to the White Mountains to recruit. Meanwhile Imogene Leigh had be¬ come an heiress. A great aunt of hers, after living fifteen years beyond tho age of man, and tormenting the lives almost out of everybody who had anything to do witii her, had died re¬ spectably one night in her bed, and when her will was opened, her greedy relatives found that she had be¬ queathed everything to a grand-niece they had scarcely heard of. But it was no use to get angry, and so they were all very sweet and affec¬ tionate when Imogene came and took possession of Beechlawn. But the girl found the great house very lonely, and so in July she joined Airs. Judge Kendall’s party and went to the mountains. And so it happened that at the Crawford House the names of Imo¬ gene Leigh and Charles Greyland stood one above the other on the clerk’s register. They met at breakfast. Imogene in her crimson morning robe, with her silky black hair rippling down over her shoulders, and her white hands 8 parkling with diamonds—not his dia¬ monds, however—looked very fair and queenly as she sat opposite to him and sipped her coffee, and carried on a brilliant fire of repartee with Judge Kendall. To have seen her and Grey- land, nobody would ever have dreamed that they had once been all the world to each other. Two or three days passed away. Somebody introduced Mr. Greyland and Miss Leigh, and they bad ex¬ changed a few well-bred platitudes and drifted apart. That night Grey¬ land tossed until morning in his bed— audibly anathematizing the mattress for his restlessness—and Miss Leigh nearly succeeded in making herself believe that the winds in the corridors were keeping her awake. Next morning Greyland started off alone for Mount Washington. Everybody told him to take a guide, and spoke of the danger of going into those mountain wilds alone, but he laughed at them. Ho was not going to convert himself into a hero by getting lost—not he 1 lie should dine at tho Tip Top House, and be back in season for stewed partridge at the Crawford. Imogene sat on the piazza doing some trifle in green Berlin wool, and heard every word. Of course it was nothing to her any way, but after Mr. Greyland disappeared in the scrubby evergreens which clustered around the entrance to the bridle path, she was conscious of a feeling of something lost out of the brightness of the day. Clouds began to gather over the summit of Mount Willard. A party who had ascended early in the morn¬ ing came down drenched; and by and by the equestrians who had gone up to Mount Washington just after Grey¬ land’s departure returned cold and blue. A hard storm was in progress on the mountains—the nffst and fog were almost blinding—and Mr. Greyland had not been seen or heard from. Grave apprehensions were entertained for his safety amonsr those who under- stood tho danger of being lost on the mountains, and the gentlemen stood apart in knots, and discussed tho mat- ter with serious faces, The night of storm and gloom wore slowly away, and the morning broke cold and wet. Imogene sat by tho open window, just as she had sat all night, listening to tho wild howl of Rudolph, the beautiful pet bound of the missing man, which had been left chained in his master’s room. With tlic first gleam of dawn a party of guides and a half-dozen friends of Greyland sallied forth to search for him. All day they scoured tho mountain paths, only to return at night as they went. No traco of him had been dis¬ covered. Another dismal night, and another misty morning, and again tlioy went forth on their quest—this time with little hope of finding him alive; but, as one of the guides remarked: “It looked unchristian not to find tho body and give it a decent burial. Imogene beard what the man said, and for a moment her heart stoppod. She knew now that in spite of all the scorn she had tried to feel for Charles Greyland, she had never ceased to lovo him. And now lie was dead. No, no, she would not admit the thought! He must be living! God, who was so good—who loved all his creatures—would surely suffer her to find him, to ask his pardon for the past, to tell him that in spite of every¬ thing she loved him still! She threw a shawl over her shoul¬ ders and went to thqjroom he had Iasi occupied. The key was not tliore, but her own key fitted the lock, She went in aud released the dog, which sprang into her arms with a cry almost human in its sorrow and despair. She hugged the wretched animal tr her breast, for had he not lo" - caressed Rudolph 1 She said not a word to any one, but preceded by the dog, she took the path she had seen Greyland take. Rough and stony, full of mud-holes, barred by brushwood, and obstructed by gullies, she found the way, but she followed the dog. All the long forenoon she went on, faint, almost despairing, and so weary that it seemed at each successive step as if she must sink down. At last they found him! The glad barking of the dog a little ahead sent joy to Imogeue’s heart. She leaped forward and sank down helpless by the side of Charles Grey- laud. He was sheltered by a rock and he was smoking a cigar, and altogetlier seemed quite comfortable for a man who had been two nights lost in the mountains. Imogene would have fallen back on her pride even now, but it was too late. Greyland had her in his arms, and was kissing her cold lips in a way that made all attempts at remonstrance useless. “You did love me after all, darl¬ ing!” he cried; “and I thank Heaven for being lost; and 1 don’t mind tha cold and wet, and hunger, a bit. Put your arms round my neck, dear, and tell mo that you forgive my hateful conduct of a year ago, aud tell me that you lovo me.” And she obeyed him meekly enough, while Rudolph capered around them, and expressed his satisfaction in a series of joyful howls, which woke all the mountain echoes for miles around. The party out in search heard the dog, and were guided to tho spot, and by sundown everybody was safely basking in the warmth of the great wood-fire in the drawing-room of the Crawford. Two weeks afterward Charles Grey¬ land and Imogene were married, and a happier home than theirs I do not think you have ever seen. Neither do I think that a more contented, self- satisfied-looking dog than Rudolph ex' ists.—[New York Weekly. Music from Afar. Frank White, a ditch-tender for the South Yuba Company, who makes his headquarters at Crystal Springs, is handy with the violin. Frequently these stormy evenings the people at the various stations along the line get him to rosin the bow and give them telephone concerts. They hear tie music 20 or more mile3 away as plain¬ ly as (hough they were at the player’s side.— [Nevada Transcript. THE SWANETANS. A Curious People Living in the Heart of the Caucasus. Poor and Degraded, Yet Occu¬ pying Magnificent Castles. Before the Anthropological Society of st> p otei . 8blu .g | tt mom ber, Dr. Oldorogge, read recently an intorcst- , j n ,r p tt p el . 0 „ q 10 results of his oxplo- rations in tho heart of Caucasia. lie had penetratod whore few explorers had been before. Ho came to Swaneta, a long but narrow valley at tho foot of tho Elburz Mountuin, through which the river Ingoora winds. For most of the year Swaneta is isolated entirely from the world, and even in the summer season the mountain passes loading to tho locality are made ex¬ tremely dangerous by water currents, avalanches, and falling rocks. There is a strange semi-savage people in tlio valley numbering about 9000 fam¬ ilies. They subsist on their chase for wild animals of which there is an abundanco in the moun¬ tains, and in tho mild season of the year plant just as much grain as is re¬ quired for their immediate necossity. Every now and then a Swauetan will wander away from kis secluded homo into a more civilized neighborhood to sell a few hides and to get in exchange a few things that lie misses in his na¬ tive valley, such as cloth, cotton fab¬ rics and some articles of apparel. But this he does very seldom and with great unwillingness, for his needs are few and his native valley has made him love isolation. They speak a dia¬ lect the principal elemeut of which is Georgian, with Persian and Kirguese ns of speech strongly intermixed, are of a pacific nature and ex- ly shy of strangers. Dr. Oldcr- ced himself to them as a er, and, trying to trade with drew them into conversation made his studies aud obperva- tions. The dress and manner of living of the Swanetans present a striking con¬ trast to the divelliugs they occupy. They cover their bodies with hides in the winter and go about half naked in the warm season of the year; of clean¬ liness and comfort they know noth¬ ing, aud there are no luxuries among them. But (hey live in ancient castles of magnificent construction, though more than half ruined. There is quite a numbor of such castlos in tho moun¬ tain that encircle the Swauetan valley. The Swanetans have a sort of writing, and their folk loro is rich in curious traditions and quaint legends, point¬ ing to a time when their intercourse with the world was more frequent than at present, and when they ranked among the strong and civilized peoples of the region. But all this is dying out with them. They worship four divinities nnd sacrifice animals unto them. Their conceptions of those deities are strikingly suggestive of corrupted notions of the Trinity and the Virgin, and indicate that they wore once Christians, but lapsed into heathenism before Christianity took deep root among them. They arc strangers to all that we accept as so¬ cial morality. There is a terrible per¬ centage among them of lunatics, idiots, epileptics, and those stricken with cognate, physical and nervous dis¬ eases. The physical deformities of the Swanetans are commensurate with their moral deterioration, and show that they must have lived as they live now for many generations. Their heads are flattened at the back and abnormally elongated in tho temples; they are marked with strong progna- tism and with diasthem of both the upper and lower teeth. Nearly all the Swanetans have goitres, which begin to develop at a very early age. It is interesting to notice that a branch of the same people living more southerly in the district called Didian-Swaneta, more accessible to the influences of the outside world, presents a more normal element, both morally and physioally, than the Swanetans here described. [New York Sun. It takes a long while for a man to wear out a grindstone by holding his nose against it. “All’s fair in love and war and on street cars,” said the conductor as he counted up his fares. The Unniham Industrial Farm* At Canaan Four Corners, N. Y., it an institution chartered by.the State of New York,designed to furnish a home and Christian training for unruly and homeless boys. Its methods are unique, but the results obtained have fully justified them. W. M. F. Round and his wife devote,without remunera¬ tion, a considerable portion of their time, enorgy and money to this work, and their benevolence has been recent¬ ly supplemented by the gift of $10,. 000 for tiro construction of the new Gilpin memorial building. Mrs. Mary Sophia Gilpin, late of Wilmington, Del., during her lifetime expressed a wish to leave some of her property for the purpose of assisting in the educa¬ tion of moral improvement of boys, but at her death no will was discover¬ ed. Two of her sisters, Miss Sarah L. Gilpin and Mrs. Elizabeth Maury of Morristown, N. J., decided, however, to appropriate a portion of the pro¬ perty coming to them from their sister in furthering her expressed wish. They presented accordingly the sum of $10,000 to the Burnham industrial farm to be used in tho erec¬ tion of somo permanent building for the enlargement and better accommo¬ dation of the institution’s work. The proposed building is to be situated on the most prominent part of the farms, on tho high ground overlooking Lake Qucechy to the north and commanding a wide view of hill country to the oast and south. The building will include the boys’ department, quarters for the matron, accommodations for visitors and the director’s home. Only about one-half of the hoys now at tho farm are to have quarters at the building, tho rest living in cottages near by, each cottage to accommodate about ton boys and to bo in charge of ono of tho brotherhood. Tho building of tho Gilpin memorial is only one of the steps in tho process of enlarging tho institution from its present capacity until it shall be able to accommodalc from 1000 to 1200 boys. The institu¬ tion depends entirely upon voluntary contributions for its enlargement and support, and it take3 boys from all parts of the country. Six states arc represented by the present member¬ ship.— [Boston Transcript. Making It Rather Personal. This is credited as ono of General Lew Wallace’s Turkish jokes: There lived in Stainboul, Turkey, a well-to- do Turk named Ismail Ilassam. lie did not have tho imagination of a Rider Haggard, but he was endowed with a ready Oriental wit that stood him well in hand when lie was in a tight place. A neighbor called on Ismail one day and wanted to borrow his donkoy to use an hour. Isinail made a low salaam and said: “Neighbor, I am sorry, but my boy started on tho donkey an hour ago to Scutari. By now he is gayly trotting over the hills far from the sacred pre¬ cincts of Stamboul.” Just as Ismail finished his speech, a donkey’s loud bray was beard in tho stable, which was under tho same roof as Ismail’s house, but in tho rear. Tho neighboY said: “Ah, I hear your donkey bray.” Ismail protested that his neighbor's ears wore deceived, and that the noise was not a donkey’s bray. Then tho donkey, which was supposed to ho jogging along toward Scutari, brayed twice loudly. It was loo much, and the neighbor cried: “Oh, that is your donkey, Ismail; Allah help me, I can now borrow him.” Then Ismail said: “Which do you believe is lying, tho donkoy or me?” The neighbor had to give Ismail the benefit of the doubt, and went away. Making Fishhooks. There is a little machine which turns out fishhooks in six strokes. Stroke No. 1 bites off' a morsel of steel wire; No. 2 makes the loop where you fasten your line; No. 3 hacks the other end; No. 4 flattens and bends back the barb; No. 5 makes tlie point; No. 6 bends the wire and your fishhook drops into a little bucket, ready to be finished. Then it is either japanned—these are the common? biack fishhooks—or it is tempered to the delicate blue you sometimes see in cutlery. For this finish it is heated rod-hot and then cooled in oil.—[Chi¬ cago Tribune. NO. 31. Now I Lay Me. "Now I lay me,” Lisps our baby, As she bows nt mamma’s knee. Nightly heading, Her ear tending, To all things, to hear and sec. “Down to sleep, My soul to keep." Baby’s thoughts do take a leap; “I pray the Lord,” Is the next chord That in her mind is buried deep. “If I should die," She breathes a sigh, On mamma’s knee her head doth lie. "Before I wake, My soul to take.” Thus prays our pet, to IHm on high. "God bless mamma, God bless papa,” She sweetly adds, “for Jesus' sake.” The little head Then falls like lead, As in her arms mamma does take The baby dear, Whoso voice sounds clear In “Amen,” said close to her ear. In snowy gown Wo lay her down, And pray the augels to be near. — [Fannie W.Butlerin Cincinnati Enquirer HUMOROUS. An opou-faced watch—The yawning policeman. Temptation always wears its best bib and tucker. It is easier to hold a dollar than it is to hold a nickel. Old people arc continually indulg¬ ing in new wrinkles. The contented thief takes things philosophically, of course. Worldly wisdom is a perfect knowl¬ edge of the failings of your neighbors. Mrs. Guggins—IIow do you buy your beef, Mr. Cleaver? Butcher— A la cart, Mrs. Guggins. He—So Jack isn’t devoted to Kate anymore. Did they fight? She—Yes; they had an engagement. Preceptor—You have used the phrase, “an open secret." Give an example of an open secret. Pupil— A yawn. Nobody knows what it really is. Sarcasm is an effective weapon, but it acts like a boomerang when it is ap¬ plied to his landlady by tho young man who is two weeks behind in pay¬ ing his board. The man who thinks he could write a poem if ho should try speaks vol¬ umes for his wisdom, and enables himself to retain his self-confidenco by deciding not to try. Extract from a bride’s letter of thanks: “Your beautiful clock was received and is now in the drawing¬ room on tho mantlepiece, where we hope to see you often.” i t Like John Jinks? I hate him,” exclaimed the widow. “He has said more unkind things about me than any person in town. But I’ll get even with him if I have to marry him.” Hero is an illustration of truo Hin¬ doo politeness from Lady Dufferin’s Journal: A judge who was a yery bad ■hot had been out for a day’s sport, and on his return the man who went out with him was asked: “Well, how did the judge shoot today?” “Oh.” he replied, “tho judge shot beautifully, but God was very merciful to the birds-.” New England’s Largest Apple Tree. The largest apple tree in New Eng¬ land is in the northwestern part of Cheshire, Mass., and it stands in the dooryard of Delos Hotchkiss. Its ago can be traced by a family tradition to 140 years at least, and it may be twenty or tweuty-five years older. It is now of symmetrical shape; the trunk is nearly round, without a scar or blemish; there are eight large branches; five of them have been in the habit of bearing one year, and the remaining three the next. Mr. Hotch¬ kiss has gathered in one year from the live branches eighty-five bushels of fruit,and his predecessor has harvested 110 bushels from the same five branches. By careful measurement, the circumference of the trunk one foot above the ground, above all en- argements of the roots, is thirteen feet eight inches. The girth of the largest single limb is six feet eight inches. The height of the tree is sixty feet, and the spread of tho branches as the apples fall is one hundred feet. The fruit is rather small, sweet and of moderate excellence. — [Boston Tran¬ script.
