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rIN THE LIBRARY.
9h Are la dim, thr in low,
I And silent in my eusy chair
j I ait and dream, and fnncicH flow
( About me in the darkling atr.
The walla with books are covered well;
1 Quite to the ceiling high they riae,
' And in the darkness 1 can tell
Where each beloved volume liea.
f Bet now they seem to live and move,
I And fnoea from their bindings stare,
And all the authors that 1 love
And their creations fill the air.
I They never apeak: their eager eyea
j Look for companions never found,
Aa each into the darkness dies
I In turn and makes no sound.
1 And groups float by, but never gaza
Upon each other; all Intent
On unknown errand go their ways
Or stand in mute bewilderment.
What are ye—real or feigned things?
* And will ye live some grander life.
When we who breathe have lost our wings
I And fallen, silent, in the strife?
And who are greatest—those who found
A city grand, a palace high
Or those who till the spirit ground
Of fancy that can never die?
For men may live and do and dare,
Yet fade away, by all forgot.
But these creations, foul and fair.
Live on Bnd perish not.
w*From Watson’s ‘'Bongs of Flying Hours."
THE VOLUNTEER.
A
A Sketch of the
Cuban War.
With the intensity of a tropical flay
the znn seemed to expend its entire
force of furnace heat upon the unshel
tered spot in front of SantiaKO, where
by a grievously wounded American
■oldicr boy. The wide, tortured eyes of
(be youth stared fearfully upward to
tbe glazing zenith, past the foul birds
watching his snfferings with calculat
ing vision and waiting for their hnmnn
feast which seemed sure to come. He
(bought with sickening brain of his
northern home —the green hills, the
running streams, the dear mother.
Tears welled np into iiis aching orbs,
S&d the bot drops crept down bis cheeks.
Be did not try to wipe them sway. He
coaid not. A Manser bullet bad struck
him in tbe thigh, another in the right
•rm and another in the left. He was
helpless. But what mutter I The dead
Mold not see, and the mother would
probably never know how he had nobly
fought even to the gated of death. At
fcia feet lay the dead body of a Cuban,
black and burly, slain by the bullet of
A Spanish sharpshooter. For these Cu
bans he was dying, for them he had
Come to help free the island from the
tyranny of Spanish rule.
' Then ho recalled the events of that
lay at San Juan hill. The American
troop* bad been on their feet since day
break. There was a scanty breakfast,
and as the men ate it there were indi
cations of the coining clash of arms.
The files on the march to the tiring line
were closed np. Every sense was alive.
Tbe bngle sounded, and then came the
order to advance. The tempest of mus
ketry and shrapnel through which they
moved forward drove like a atorm of
(teel into the faces of the men, but
nothing could resist the imperious ad
vance, and the first line of the enemy
was swept away.
The battle grew. Here and there a
aoldier went down, but the column
Stood firm. The officera marched close
by the men. Sometimes through the
•moke they caught a glimpse of the
Colonel lending ou in front.
The din increased. The earth aeemed
reeling underfoot. Shells burst with
horrid shriek and flung out quick
death. Still the men pushed on. An
officer picked up the gun of a man who
had fallen and spoke a cheery word.
The Spanish artillery and the fnr
reaching Mausers swept within a cer
tain limit every inch of ground, but
with a firm and rapid step that nnflinch-
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mg column moved torwara.
Louder grew the tumult, and thicker
came the angry messengers. A sharp
cry of pain, and one of tbe men is help
ed to the rear. The ballets came hotter
and faster from tbe Spanish in tbe
trenches and from the blockhouses.
More comrades stretched out quietly
with tbe death mark on their faces
There was no time for words —only a
mad swelling of tbe heart and a throb
bing of the brain. A deadly thirst for
blood dried np all other feeling as an
other man was lifted back.
Suddenly a cool voice they had heard
before rang out an order: “Come on,
boys I Charge I” Apd the thin line rushed
through the smoka and advanced up tbe
bilL With a cheer they answered the
fiery blast that swept into their faces
with sodden fury The air aeemed in
stinct with leaden life, and volley after
volley pealed forth from the deadly
riflea. *
For one awful moment the men fal
tered I Groans of agony and hoarse com
mands mingled, and all aronnd Ameri
can soldiers lay down to die. Bat tbe
check was only momentary, and on into
the jaws of death the column went.
Every man leaned forward as though
breathing a heavy wind. From right,
left and front they felt tbe ponndingof
the enemy's guns, and shrapnel swept
through the ranks like bail.
On the snmmit of tbe hill the block
house swarmed with the foe, dimly seen
through puffing lines of smoke from oar
guns. The Spanish were intrenched—
Americans in the open. But never
mind I Forward! And soon the foreign
foe was driven back and the stronghold
paptnred.
Half way down the slope, as the vic
tors pnrsued the flying enemy, a with
ering blast of Manser bullets swept
across tbe open gronnd, and the boy
who now lay dying in the open space
in the tall grass fell forward with a ball
in his thigh. A comrade ran to his as
sistance. and he made his way painful
ly to the rear, but as he passed along
another .Spunish bullet struck him in
the right arm, and presently he was
wounded in the left. Then his day of
battle was done, and the black hours of
unconsciousness followed.
When reason returned the sound# of
battle had ceased, and he wondered
where his comrades were. Were they
all dead? Would they search for him t
He was alive, but he knew that death
would come in a few short hours. How
hot the sun beat down I How still ev
erything seemed to him—no whizzing
of bullets in the air, nor shriek of
ecreaming shell, nor the yell of charg
ing troops—Dot hi rig but the silence of
an ocean of grass. There was the dead
Cuban lying at his feet —a ghastly
bunch of mortality. How big and black
he was I His eyes were staring at him
like balls of glass! What were they
staring at him for? The night was com
ing on apace—would he have to lie in
the tall grass until the morrow ? He
could not tell. And then the dark cloud
again settled o'er his senses and it was
hours before the light came into his
soul.
Death’s door is a mirror and the dy
ing have good memories. When con
sciousness returned the boy’s mind
went back to his home. He wondered if
all was well on the old farm, where he
and his mother and brother had lived in
peace until the war with Spain called
him to the front. He had a letter in his
pocket from home —he would read it
again. But, alas! he could not reach
his pocket—both arms were dieabled
and in the inky durkness he coujd not
see.
How long since had he left home?
Three months! only three months! And
now he lay dying in his young man
hood. He remembered the morning that
he left his home. The birds were sing
ing and nature was at her best. The
fields were clothed in green and the
brook softly murmured over the pebbles
at the bottom. He had donned his new
uniform, and he felt a little sharp pang
as he left his home. He remembered it
all very well.
“Goodby, Bill," he had said to his
brother. "Take uroud care of mother.”
out ror Spanish bn Beta and
bring back a machete,” said BilL
“I’m off, mother.’*
“Goodby, my son. Be brave and serve
your country like a man.” Then she
embraced and kissed him, and the part
ing was over.
The old house cat rubbed against him
and purred as if to bid him godspeed.
His faithful old dog followed him down
the lane, but with stern words his mas
ter drove him hack. At the edge of tbe
town a bine eyed, fair haired girl stood
at the gate. "Are yon really goinfc to
tight the Spanish, John?”
“Yes, Helen, and I have come to say
goodby. ” There was then a hasty kiss,
a warm pressure of hands, and thus he
left home.
Everything was so bushed and dark
now. Was the whole world dead ? Why
was he lying helpless here? How had it
happened? Then he remembered —the
furious charge across the open field, up
the bill and over the crest in the face of
a rain of Spanish bullets. The air hum
med and whistled. From the trenches
and blockhouses the Mansers spit at
them Then tbe blow came to him. It
was a terrible shock. It seemed to lift
him from his feet and double him up
and pitch him forward; then the pain
ful journey to the rear, two more ballet
wounds, and then unconsciousness.
Now he was dying in the darkness.
How strange it ail was! That dead Cu
ban—how black he looked, and how his
eyes glared I There was a tiny hole in
his forehead where life had leaped
through. Someone was crying for wa
ter. Was it himself? He could not tell.
The night was getting cold, and the
heavy dew made the tall grass soggy.
There were no stars to watch him.
Would nobody help him? Hark I That
was his dog howling, and how loud it
was I
How weak and dizzy he felt.
“Goodby, Bill.”
He con Id not see. Everything was
growing dim.
“Farewell, mother! Helen” —
And the deep, dank grase waved a
weeping requiem to another brave
young soul. —Detroit Free Press.
Cat and Hub.
“Cut and run”*originated in a pe
culiar custom of the Egyptian embalm
era A low caste was employed to make
the first incision in the corpse, a process
viewed with mnch dislike by the peo
ple, who held him accnrsed who should
mutilate the dead. As soon as the fel
low had made his “cut” he had to rnn
through a storm of curses, stones and
sticks. He "ent” for a living and had
to “rnn" to save his life.
The true origin of the expression “to
dun a man” is enrions. In the reign of
Henry VII a bailiff of Lincoln named
Joe Dun was so active and clever in
collecting debts that it became a prov
erb when a person tired to avoid pay
ment, “Why don’t yon Dun him?”
“Hobson’s choice” is derived from
oue Hobson, who used to let out horses
for hire, and who obliged every person
who wanted one to take that next the
stable door, being the one that had tak
en tbe most rest. —Chicago Tribune.
America In Old World Eye*.
“Last year.” says the Chicago
Times-Herald, “the United States oc
cupied only 44 pages of the space in the
world's great annual, ‘The Statesman’s
Year Book,’ and these followed Tnrkey
in the alphabetical arrangement of its
contents. This year 283 pages and four
maps are devoted to what amounts to a
comprehensive register and review of
our government, politics, commerce,
industry, social conlition, resources
and progress. And as if to emphasize
the new departure the new data pre
cede all tbe rest and have a special in
dex of their own. Such is the revolu
tion wrought in the old world attention
to American affairs by the remarkable
jear of stress and expansion through
Which we have just passed.”
OASTOXtZ^.
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QUEEN OF THE MOUNTAINS.
Porter Springs, Lumpkin conntg. Ga.
One mile from top of Blue Ridge Mountains.
Twenty-eight miles from Gainesville
ALTITUDE.
3,000 feet above sea level by U. S. Government Survey.
1,500 feet above Gainesville and Marietta.
1,500 feet above Mount Airy and Talluluh Falls.
1,000 feet above the top of Lookout Mountain, Tenn.
700 feet above Asheville, N. C. Climate unequalled.
Only one of the peaks of the world-renowned Adirondacks of New York, Mount Macy, is as high as
Blood Mountain, and others in our neighborhood. Not a peak in Virginia rises as high as Blood or Black, or even
Cedar Mountain within one mile of us. Only a small section of the most elevated mountains in North Carolina
equal in altitude to the mountains surrounding us.
THE STAGE RIDE UP.
Hacks leave the Hunt House going up from Gainesville immediately upon the arrival of the morning train
from Atlanta every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, coming down every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, con
necting with veslibule train for Atlanta at 3p. m. Fare $2, trunk sl, valise 25c. Our drivers are respectable and
worthy young men of this community, well and favorably known—none but respectable white men can drive for us.
With respectable white men for drivers, who are skilled in driving, fast but safe horses, the best mountain roads in
the south, through fields and through forests, between mountains on one side and deep chasms on the other, with
their gushing, dashing streams, cool springs ot pure and delicious water on all sides, it is not wearisome like mo
notonous rides in the flat woods but is charming at every moment.
BOARD REDUCED.
Board reduced this season to $22.50 per month, $8 per week, $1.50 per day. We promise as good table as
we have furnished during the past fifteen years, and refer to our patrons one and all as to what that guarantees.
We are charging no more board than is charged by any first-class boarding house in the little towns below who
furnish you nothing but your table board and lodgings while we furnish a resident physician, music for dancing,
billiard table in parlor, ten pin alley, Baths, etc., etc., all free.
WATER.
Chalybeate and Freestone water —innumerable springs ot each.
Astonishing cures effected by the water and ciimate every summer.
DAILY MAIL.
The Atlanta, Montgomery and Macon morning papers arrive before night.
RESIDENT PHYSICIAN.
Appreciating the necesity for a physician we always have a resident physician, being at all times on the prem
ises. We have succeeded in seenring the services of Dr. Wm. J. Cox, of Macon, Ga., formerly of Barnesville, Ga.
formerly of Barnesville, Ga. for this season. We refer to any phsician in the state as to his standing as a physician.
For a booklet giving pretty full concerning the place, address
MRS: H- P. FARROW, Porter Springs, or HENRY P. FARROW, Gainesville, Gfc
Mr. B. A. Franklin left Wednesday
morning for Lithia Springs to attend
the State Dental Association. He
has been attending lectures at the
University of Maryland, where he
made a fine record.
Miss Dassie McWhorter, of Greens
boro, Ga., has been attending the
commencement exercises, a guest at
Mrs. L. E. Veal’s.
Miss Sallie Lou Holmes of Flo vil
la, has been a guest of her sister, Mrs.
J. A. Hunt.
Misses Floella and Emma Swint of
Orchard Hill, have been guests Miss
Hixie Spruce this week.
Mrs. J. J. Thompson of Lumpkin,
arrived in the city Tuesday and will
visit the family of Mr. A. M. Lamb
din.
Hon. and Mrs. John T. Boifeuillet
were guests of Prof, and Mrs. J. M.
Pound while in the city.
Mr. Charley Currey of Key West,
Fla., has been a guest of the family of
Capt. L. E. Veal attending com
mencement.
Miss Mattie Madden from Concord,
Ga., came over to attend the banquet
on Saturday last, and Miss Edna
Madden took in the commencement,
the guests of Miss Annie Pound.
Miss Lois Hunt from Milner, Ga.,
is visiting commencement, with Miss
Annie Pound.
Misses Maie and Maude Legg of
Molena, Ga., are visiting Miss Annie
Pound.
Miss Nannie Howard went to For
syth Tuesday to visit relatives.
Miss Jessie Myers, of Marshallville,
is a guest of friends here and many
of her little friends are glad to see her.
Col. Charles R. Gwyn of Zebulon,
was here Monday and attended exer
cises at the auditorium.
Mr. Merritt Thurman is at home
for the summer. He has been attend
ing the University at Athens, Ga.
Mrs. T. J. Watts returned Saturda;.
from Raleigh’, N. C. where she visiter
relatives for several weeks recently.
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Mr. M. B. Earle was m the ci r .
Saturday from Lifseys. He is pr. t .
prietor of the hotel there for this sul*’
mer and he promises to give satisfac
tion to all his guests.
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