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3k ill unit or. D. C. Sutton, Editor and Proprietor. 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.