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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- WE HAVE ’EM. All the new thing's m Chains. Rings, "Watches, Hearts, Gold and Silver Bracelets in all the new patterns, Wedding Pres ents- Special line Sash Buckles, Collar Clasps. SPECIAL DISCOUNT-. ot 10 per Gent on all 6a§ti purchases lor commencement week onlu! Now is your chance—*^ to get bargains in V/atches. Bicycles and Sundriej > J. H. BATE & CO,. Barnesville, Ga. 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^. Bean the j* The Kind You Have Always Bought % *r 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. .>> 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. t V