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Hope Through the Tear.
All seasons tell of Lopo throughout the
year—
The airy, o .-r-begetting spring that Alls
The earlh with laughter of her early rills;
T ic rose-bright summer, heaped with golden
cheer.
And voiced with woodland echoes, crystal
clear;
And autumn, heaping splendor on the
hills;
And gay, white winter, with his song that
thrills
With hearty life, e’en while the woods are
drear.
Then let us imitate the year, and sing!
Away with care! Eyes were not made to
weep.
Our hearts must beat with nature’s, and
must keep
Hope warm in wintertide as well as spring.
Come, let us make nil times, all seasons ring
With harmonies of hope, soul-stirred and
deep.
—[Ernest W. Shurtleff.
) MY COUSIN BILL.
BY DAISY MUIIDOCK.
I had gone dowfi to the old place to
6ce Cousin Bill Wheatly. Cousin Bill
had stayed there and worked the farm,
and been all in all to grandmother and
the rest, while 1 had grown to be a fine
gentleman in the city—very fine in my
own estimation at least. And we were
walking together along the green lane
between a five-acre meadow and the or
chard, when wc heard a scream.
“Gracious,” cried Cousin Bill. “That’s
her. I know her voice. She’s got
frightened by the cows again. Hello I
I’m here! I’m coming! Don’t stir 1 Up
on the fence, I know,” he added to me
in confidential tones, “and right among
the brambles.”
“Who on earth is nfraid of cows in
this place?” I asked.
But Bill was gone, and in a few mo
ments returned with a pretty girl on his
arm. The wind had blown her hair
about, and the brambles had torn her
muslin dress, but there was an air about
her I did not expect.
“Miss Mason, Cousin Henry, said Bill.
“Mr. Hunter, perhaps, I ought to say;
but I hope you’ll be Lilly to him and
he Henry to you, after a while. He’s a
great favorite of mine, Lilly, and has got
to be a wonderful lawyer in London.
Eh, old boy?”
Miss Mason said a few gay words to
me, and wc walked home together. She
kept his arm, and they were evidently
engaged, and I felt as though there
could be nothing more unsuitable. A
city lodger of my aunt’s, I supposed, for
she was very elegant. However, I found
out after a while that she was only the
schoolmistress. Her father had been one
of those rich men who fail and leave
their children penniless. And she had
had every advantage. Now sho bore her
reverses witli dignity and sweetness.
Perhaps the fact that Cousin Bill had
plenty of money had caused her to en
gage herself to him. I could think of
no other reason except that she had not
yet met me.
To my taste she was the prettiest girl
I ever saw, and I felt that Bill stood be
tween me and my happiness. Besides
being a beauty, she was accomplished,
this girl. She sang, painted, danced.
She would have made a suitable wife for
the eminent law I hoped to be—for a
judge, if I camo to that. She was thrown
away on a plain farmer. And there
upon I began to say to myself, “If I tried,
I might cut Bill out even yet. If I do,
so much the better. ”
And, with this for my motive, I stayed
at the hospitable farm for weeks, and
Bill and his good mother never guessed
what I was at.
At last I was obliged to go back to
tho city. llow far I had succeeded with
Lilly Mason I did uot know; but I was
resolved to put it to the test before I
went.
And on the last evening—Bill having
vanished somehow—l contrived to get
his sweetheart to go with me into that
very lane behind the orchard where he
had introduced us, and there, in the
twilight, told her all I felt.
“1 love you, Lilly,” I said. “Do you
love me ?”
For answer, she hurst into tears.
“My darling, why do you weep?’’ I
asked.
She sobbed violent'y.
“Don’t ask me,” she said. “Leave
me. Never speak to me again. lam
engaged to your cousin, to Mr. Wheatly.
Did you not guess as much?’’
“If I did,” I answered, “I did not
feel that that should prevent me from
speaking. It is a most unsuitable match.
You are throwing yourself away. I can
place you in a position more suitable to
you. You could help me to fight my
way upward. I believe you Like me.
Can you say you do not ?’’
Lilly turned her face away.
“Do not talk of liking,” he said. :
“My word is pledged—iny promise
iriven. If I have forgotten it sometimes, I
I remember it now. William is very
good to me. I will marry him. At least
I shall learn to love him. Go; forget
me. I will forget you. I will do my
duty.
W’hat next I should have said I do
not know. A voice fell between us
from over the stone fence against which
I leant. On the other side stood my
cousin Wheatly, tall and pale as a ghost;
and tho words ho uttered were these:
“Duty 1 It’s anybody’s duty not to
marry unless she loves. If you don’t
love me, Lilly Mason, I don’t want you.
If you do love Cousin Henry Hunter,
why marry him. I wouldn’t stand in
your way for a kingdom.”
His voice broke. He was sobbing.
“It’s a blow," ho said, “hut lie’s
right. You would be throwing yourself
away on me— i country fellow without
looks or education. Good-bye. I sha'u’t
bother you any more, Lilly.”
He walked away. Lilly was gone
when Itu nod to look at her. In tho
morning I sat alone at the breakfast
table with Bill’s mother. She evidently
knew the story. Her hospitality was
grim instead of friendly. She told me
that William had been intending to
visit a distant city for some time, and
had “set off” early that morning.
I went over to tho school before the
train started. Lilly was alone
behind her desk, her eyes swollen with
tears. The scholars had not yet arrived.
“Dearest,” I said, “do not weep. I
am moro in love with you than ever, and
since you love me—”
But, to my astonishment, Lilly Mason
straightened herself up, and pointed to
the door.
“How dare you come here?’’ she said,
indignantly. “Luavo mol Love you,
indeed? I simply hate you, Mr. Hunter!"
And she meant it. I walked away
in astonishment and fury, and went
back to my work in London.
I felt that I had spoiled poor Cousin
Bill’s happiness, and my own also. And
I had made a pretty mess of it! Already
I was out of love with the girl who had
ordered me out of doors, ami told me sho
hated me.
Os courso I never saw anything of the
peoplo at the farm, or hoard from them.
And when, finally, I married a charming
girl, I felt that my conscience would be
much easier if it were not for the mem
ory of the wrong 1 had done Cou-iu Bill.
I dared not send cards to any one down
at the old place. I felt they all hated
m<*, though tun years had passed since
my visit there.
What, then, was my surprise when ono
day a tap camo at my office door, and
a pleasant face lookod in.
I started to my feet.
“Number eleven 1” I cried.
“Yes,” sa d Cousin Bill’s voice. “1
saw your wedding notice, and came
down to congratulate you in person. A
good wife is a great blessing,”
“Indeed, it is I" I said, humbly. “llow
good of you, Bill 1 How forgiving!”
“Not at all,” said Bill. “I’d have
come before, only I felt you might owo
me a grudge. Wo sit and talk of you
lots. llow often I’ve thought of you as
a poor, disappointed bachelor, all alone
in London 1 And she has said, over and
over again, ‘Well, I hope he’s got a
little over it; but I sha’n’t ever forget
his face when we parted.’”
“Your mother sdd that?” asked I.
“Oh, no; not mother!” replied cousin
Bill. •'•She sent her compliments, and
some of her best cheese. Cheese is ai«
ways handy in a house, she says, and
for you to come down this summer and
so us all. It was wife said that—Lilly,
you know.”
“Lilly!" I cried, “Then you married
her, after all?’’
“Did you uot know it?” asked Bill.
“Why, we thought you were taking it
bar I all this time. Yes. I didn’t start
early, as I expected; and I thought I’d
go over to the school and tell her I boro
no grudge; and I was looking in at tho
back window when she said sho ‘hated
you,’ and told you to ‘go;’ and 1 stepped
in at it as you hanged tho door, and
then and there we made up. She dis
covered it was, after all, moro your
clothes than anything else that she
weakened on; and—well, I was only too 1
gla 1 to let all be as it was, If she would. 1
And we’re very happy and comfortable, |
and have four children—two boys, a girl,
and a baby—unother girl.
Then he shook hands with me again,
and I took him home to dinner.
Somewhat Embarrassed.
Little Girl “II ev many liars have
you got on your head?”
Visitor—“l don’t know, little girl, I
never counted them.”
“Mr. Jones km ws how many von
have got. I heard him 'ay that you
owed more debts than you had hairs on ;
your head. Take off your iiat, and
lemine sec.” —[Siftings.
MT. VERNON. MONTGOMERY CO.. GA.. WEDNESDAY. JUNE 15, 1887.
I'KAiti.H of memoir,
Everybody is wise after tho evont.
Nothing is so fearful as a bad con
science.
He that has no character is not a man;
lie is only a thing.
The crutch of Time accomplishes more
than the club of Hercules.
Advice is like castor oil; easy enough
to give, but hard enough to take.
Tho path of genius is not less ob
structed with disappointment thau that
of ambition.
No man preaches his sermon well to
others if he docs uot first preach it to
his own heart.
The worst prison is not of stone. It
is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an
infamous life.
When one has no good reason for
doing a thing, he lias ono good reason
for letting it alone.
Revenge is a debt, in the paying of
which the greatest knave is honest and
sincere, and, so far as ho is able, punc
tual.
Os all the riches that wc hug, of all
the pleasures wo enjoy, wo can carry no
more out of this world thau out of a
dream.
V.cions habits are so odious and de
grading that they transform the individ
ual who practises them Into ail incarnate
demon.
Vampire Bats.
These South American pests havo been
characterized as merely tho “myth of
imaginative travelers,” but many peo
ple have borne witness to their blood
sucking propensities. They settle beside
their victims by night, and if a sleoper
has li ft even tho tip of his nose uncov
ered, ho must expect to lose a consider
able quantity of blood before morning.
Children arc especially liable to be at
tacked, as they are apt to remove tho
covering from their hands and feet by
their restless movements at night. Some
times small children become so debilita
ted by loss of blood that they become
sick, or oven die.
A traveller in Ecuador not only was
obliged to cover himself by mosquito
netting at night, ns a protection against
these creatures, but also placed his dog
under an inverted carthcrn pot to sleep.
The fowls were put into a closed box for
the night, and evidently had such an ac
curate idea of the danger they wore in
when unprotected, that they willingly
entered their place of shelter, and al
lowed the cover to be closed upon them.
It is a curious fact that the bat’s bite
is hardly ielt, even when tho person at
tacked is awake. A resident of Booth
America says that lie was once tulking
with a man who remarked that ho could
not understand how some people were
always getting unaccountably bitten by
bats. At the very moment when he
made the statement, a Lat was sucking
one of his toes, unpcrcelvcd by him in
the dusk. As he moved, the creature
fluttered away, and the too was fouml
to bo bleeding.
The vampire is said to scttlo beside
Uia victim, fluttering liis wings gently
while sucking the blood. This action
fans the wout d so it is not felt. Whether
this supposition be accurate or not, it is
certain that the lmt doei not alight upon
liis prey, but be ileit on the pillow or
ground, since those who sleep on tho
side are bitten upon the nose, and those
who lie upon the back are wounded in
the ears.—[Y nth’- Companion.
'Tlie Methodists.
Figures printed in the Methodist Year
Book show that on January 1, 1887,
Methodism throughout tho world num
bered 85,000 traveling preachers and
6,820,000 members. In the United
B ntes there are 27,000 traveling preach
ers an i 4,000,000 members, and a popu
lation o over 15,000,000, or more than
one-fourth of the population of the en
tire country—so 000,000. The Metho
dist Episcopal Church alone numbers in
the United Slates 12,800 traveling
preacher* an 1 2,000,050 members, hav
ing 20,000 churches, worth $77,000,000;
7,500 parsonages, worth $11,000,000;
144 college and other school properties,
worth, including endow m mts, $15,000,-
000, makin ;a total of $lO 5 005,000.
Business is Business,
In a small town out West an ex
couuty Judge is cmhiersof the bank.
“The chick is all right sir,” lie said to
a stranger, “iiuttli- evidence you oiler
in identifying you g it as the person to
whose order it is drawn is scarcely suffi
cient.”
“I’ve known you to hang a man on
less evidence*, Judge,” was the stranger’s
reqionso.
‘ Quito likely,” replied the ex-Judge,
“Imii when it comes to letting go of cold
cash we lave to be careful.”—[Now
York Bun.
“SUB DEO FACIO FORTITER.”
, LIFE IN CAIRO.
Seductive Influences of a So
journ in Egypt.
Daily Life and Picturesque Scene? in Au
Oriental Oity.
A correspondent of tho Louisville
Courier Journal thus seductively dc
-1 scribes the sweetness of doing nothing in
modern Cairo: When one is fairly in
Egypt, floating softly on the undulating
tide of life in Cairo, one wonders why
one’s tune and adjectives were wasted
oil Europe; why people are ever con
tented to stop short of tho desert.
Cairo, with its strungo history and
stranger streets, its mosques and
bazaars, is a charming study. All na
tion.- meet here; all languages and all
customs obtain here, and of wonderful
costumes and merchandise tliero is no
end. In this sweetest of winter climates
life seems too short to be in a hurry;
indeed, it is not wortli living unless ono
can loiter. The donkeys and cats alone
would make a lifelong study; when they
lift up thoir voices cither singly
or in concert, tho very
stars iu heaven quake, and tho
moon turns pule and trembles. And
thou there are tho peoplo who own tho
cats and who lido the donkeys—several
decades might bo devoted to them. An
Egyptian woman is an object when on
foot; hut when sho mounts a donkey
sho is a vision! To begin with, sho rides
on both sides of the animal, and when
her curious black drapery bags out in
tho wind, and tho donkey disappears,
savo that his big cars and small legs
twinkle occasionally into view, sensa
tions fade, words fail, and one feels tho
noed of rest and nourishment. Dodging
under camels; stepping over dogs and
children; pushing aside donkeys and
peoplo, ono finds a narrow alley loading
off tho Mon dice, and seeming to wind
its tortuous way in strange placos. One
or two smaller alleys'turn off; then be
fore you rises a low archway. Tho
shadow is very doep; you are evidently
utu' r a house, and_ a keen wind, like
tl'-*i.rt it narrow mountain deiilo, nearly
takes your hat off. A wido guto stands
open; one moment takes you through,
past the group of guardian Arabs; you
turn a cornor, and before you opens tho
beautiful garden of tho Hotel.
Sycamores and acacias bend and droop
over the flower beds, roses and fleur do
lys wave in tho wind; great bamboos,
moro than forty feet high, sway with a
long, slow motion; tho red hibiscus
burns like fire .n the green gloom; tho
shadowy palms whisper softly to the
fresh wind coining in from the desert;
tho little wag-tails hop about the path;
the doves mourn their hearts out in the
tree-tops; tho cloudless, rainless sky
spreads blue above, and the sun comes
down between the .leaves in a thousand
golden streams. People who know how
to live in Egypt come here, and life goes
on ns it should iu tho laud of tho lotus.
Excursions are made easily; sights are
seen intelligently; tliero is quiet talk and
[icaceful thought here in the fragrant
garden. An artist paints with his
Arub and Fellah models grouped iu the
| sunshine on the piazza; further on un
Englishman sits translating ail Arab
book; still further down tho vine-draped
vista some Arab sheiks ure bargaining
with knowing Egyptologists for antiques
—scarabs and ugly little go Is—strange
old rings and Coptic embroideries.
Down in the garden tho artist’s wife
and an American woman drum softly on
darnbukkah, while on the path in front
of them a Fellah girl kneels, trying
faithfully to teach them a native song,
j Blrungo and wild it is, witli an unac
countable measure that can only be
; caught by ear, not learned by method,
j Near by a conjuror does his marvellous
tricks, his mysterious call of “galla,
| galla,” now arid then rising above the
barbaric song. An East Indian merchant,
with his rich stuffs spread over chairs and
benches, his gold and silver wares glit
ting in the sunlight, chaffers persuasive
ly with a group of people, who try vain
ly to look sufficiently indifferent to
make him lower his prices. The noon
day sun is blazing overhead; the birds
are still, and the roses droop a little;
but sitting quietly in the shade it is not
so had, and tho desert wind coming over
the garden of a neighboring sheik, has
a crisp, cool touch to it. Later the scene
dissolves, and the company go their
different ways, to meet again after din
ner under the broad fail of moonlight.
Then cigars.and talk of the day’s doings,
stories of odd adventures, stories of “old
times,” when they first camo down into
Egypt, and so the pleasant days drift
by ‘ - .
There arc 30,000 brass bands in this
country. That accounts for our terrible
wind storms.
Saved from n Tiger’s Jaw.
Only a lew months ago, in India, In a
certain planting district there was a
notorious man oater. Two gentlemen,
A and B, residing on an estate, had lost,
besides oilier employes, two chowke
bars. or native watclunon, within a few
days, and tho unfortmiatc men had been
actually carried off out of the veranda of
tho bungalow. A and B therefore de
termined to clothe themselves like
natives, and sit during the night,armed,
in the veranda, in tho hopes they might
bo able to got a shot at tho man cater,
who, they thought, might probably re
turn to the spot which had already pro
vided him with two victims.
They proceeded to carry out this in
tention, and sut up till about 2 or 8 a.
m , hut nothing appeared. A then said
he should not stay up any longer, as he
did not believe the animal would conic;
but li announced his intention of wait
ing half an hour longer by himself.
There wero largo windows opening
down to tho floor of the veranda, and
through ono of these A retired, and after
entering his room, had just closed tho
window, and was gazing out for an iu
stant, when ho saw a dark mass land in
tho veranda, right on to his frien 1, then
heard sounds of a sculllo, and a cry for
help. Seizing his rifle, so which a sword
bayonet was attached, and flinging lip
the window, he rushed out in time to
sec B walking down the steps that led
up to tho veranda alongside of tho tiger
with his hand in the hitter’s mouth.
A was afraid to lire lest ho should hit
his friend, so, running after him, he,
with admirable present;.) of mind, went
up to the tiger, and plunging his bay
onet into the animal’s body, at tho same
instant fired. There was a roar and a
seuflle, and B took advantage of the
moment to release his hand, and tho
tiger, after tumbling, diet). B’s hand
was terribly mauled.—[C urt Journal.
The Color of llte Eyes.
Hazel-eyed people ure rarely shallow,
ami you must be prepared for surprises
when you have to deal with them.
Blue eyes take care of their friends,
brown of their enemies, gray of tli ir
countries, black of thoir pleasures, and
green of themselves.
The violet eye is a woman’s eye, of
which the main characteristics are affec
tion and purity, chivalric belief, iu.<l
limited or deficient intollcctu ility.
Speaking popularly, it may be said
that eyes ar i brown, blue, gray, liazd,
green, or of no color at all. The last
three varieties, however, are baaed on
misnomer.
'i’lie light blue eye in the eye of tho
northern races —of the Swedes and the
Danes, of the Scotch sotnetim is also.
It suggests coi s'ancy and truth, stead
fastness, simplicity, courage, purpose.
It is a man’s eye, with its moderation
and self-respect —honest iu the glance it
gives you, if at the same time cold uud
phlegmatic.
B ue-gray eyes, radiated from within
with brown and bronze streaks, are
chiefly found among tho mixed races,
and especially tlie English and tho
Americans. They always suggest a
good deal of strength of character, gen
erally a sense of mischief and trickiness,
and sometimes that humorous cruelty
which belongs to tho Anglo-Saxon race.
The blue is certainly the type with
tiic greatest number of varieties. It is a
color that illustrates pre-eminently
the feminine qualities—ten 1 era ess, af
fection, a yielding to the wishes of
others, a sympathy with sinVl sufferings,
that measure of vanity without which no
woman can be entirely attractive, and
that self-surrender which goes far to
persuade a man that lie is ado ini-god
because his wife believes it and tells him
so.
Provisions on an Ocean Steamer.
The amount of provisions, groceries,
etc., ou board an Atlantic steamer at
the time of sailing is very large. For a
single passage to the westward, one of
our most noted steamers, with 547 cabin
passengers and a crew of 287 persons
had, when leaving Liverpool on August
28 last, the following quantities of pro
visions; 12 550 pounds fresh beef,
700 pounds corned beef, 5,320 pounds
mutton, 850 pounds lamb, 350 pounds
veal, 850 pounds pork, 2,000 pounds
fresh fish, 000 fowls, 300 chickens, JOO
ducks, 50 geeso, 80 turkeys, 200 brace
grouse, 15 tons potnfoes, 30 hampers
vegetables, 220 quarts ice cream, 1,000
quarts milk, and 11 500 eggs.
In groceries alone llitre were over 200
different art'c'c;, including (for tho
round voyage ol 22 days) 050 pound.s
tea, 1,200 pounds colic *, 1,000 pounds
white sugar, 2,800 pounds moist ru ;ar,
750 pounds pulveiiznd iu nr, 1,500
pounds cheese, 2,000 pounds butter,
3,500 pounds ham, uud 1,000 pounds
bacon.—[Boston G obo.
VOL 11. NO. 15.
Dawn.
Mist on tho mountain height
Silvery creeping;
Incarnate 1 tends of light
lilooil-crndled sleeping,
Dripped from the brow of Nigbfc
Shadows, and winds that rise
Over the mountain.
Stars in the spars that lies
Cold in tho fountain,
l’ule as the quickened skies.
Sloop on tho moaning sea
Hushing his trouble;'
Ho it on tho caros that bo,
Hued in I.ife’s bubble;
Calm on tho woes of me.
Mist from the mountain height
Hurriedly Hooting;
Stars in the locks of Night
Throbbing and tieating,
Thrilled in tho coming light
Flocks on tho musky strips,
IVnrlln tlio fountain,
Winds from tho forest’s lips
Red on (lie mountain—
I)nwn from tho Orient trips.
—Madison .T. Cawkin in Current,
HUMOROUS.
The llorso Fair—Oats.
Tho main-spring of time—March,
April aiul May.
Woman’s .sphere is tho homo; man’s
sphere is the lmso hall.
When two fat people run ngainst each
other it can properly bo spoken of as a
mass meeting.
They tax bachelors in Switzerland, for
they think tin; married men uro taxed
enough already.
England may be “mislressof the C’s,”
but she lias never yet beoa able to fairly
master tho Il’a.
A lawyer may not be at all fastidious
in dressing, but no ono likes to come
out in a new suit uny better thun ho
does.
“Kind words can never dye,” as the
gray headed old fellow remarked when
some ono spoke admiringly of his silvor
locks.
The U. S. Fisli Commission has dis
tributed I>o,ooo, 000 young sliad during
tho pant year without “making any bones
about it."
It is said of a groat man, just dead,
that “ho began life a baas, 'ived boy."
We will venture to say (hat ho began it
bareheaded, too.
Some scientists declare that tho sun
is blue. Until they forward us a piece
of tho orb for inspection wo shall dis
eiedit their statement.
Fond mo!her with baby.—Ho does
look so like his father, doesn’t ho?
Mr. 1$. —Yes, but I shouldn’t mind that,
as long as ho is healthy.
It sounds a little inconsistent for her
to call it a “duck of u bonnet,” and
vet seem s > t.rribly alurmod over the
possibility of its getting wet.
“Ah, Jones, where away so fast this
morning?’’ “I’in oil for tho whaling
grounds.” lie was tho district school
master on Ids w ly to tlio school house.
Confined clerk (in drug storo, to Miss
Brown, who prides herself on the man
ner in which sho hm retained her youth)
—Excuse me, mum, but was it you that
wanted lids bottle of soothing syrup?
Mamma—“You’re surely not afraid of
a gentle cow, Ethel. Why, sho gives
you all tlio nice butter for lunch, you
know.” Ethel (dubiously)—“The but
ter is just tho p irt of her I’m afraid of,
mamma.”
Customer—“ But, sir, this coat that
you have made for me is too small.
Can’t you change it?” Clothing-deulei
“No, sir. Tho only thing that you
can do is to go to an auti-fat euro and
grow thinner.”
“My husband is a very absent-minded
man,” said Mrs. Blow boy. “He vry
often takes one thing for another.” “I
know it,” said Mrs. Badman. “I saw
him tako a hot toddy last night,, and
lie said he took it for a cold.”
A Now York school toucher explained
to her pupils that tho meaning of tho
word “vicissitu lc” was chango, and
called up m a boy to give a sentence in
which tlie word was used. The urchin
promptly resp ned: “Mo mother sent
me to the grocery storo tor the vicissi
tude of a live dollar bill.”
The Formation of Dew.
Tho prevalent story of the formation
of dew is quite disarranged by tho ob
servation of l’rofessor H. E. Alvord, who
has iatoiy published a treatise on the
subject. He employed nice instruments,
such as have been described by Sachs
and Darwin. He found that on clear
nights when tho utmosphero wasrarified,
the lighter stratum would be easily
pushed out of the way by the cool and
heavier body drawn by its weight to the
fui face. The thermometer at four inches
from the ground would in these cases
range from 5 to 10 degrees lower than at
four feet from the ground.