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VOLUME VIII.
A Song or a Heart.
'Dear heart—l love you! all the day I wonder
If skit's are rich with blue,
Or bending black with tempest and with
thunder,
Dear heart, dear heart, o’er you!
Dear heart —l love you! when pale stars arc
gleaming—
(Sad stars to mo, and few.)
T wonder if God’s lovelier lights urn streaming,,
Dear heart, dear heart, o’er you!
Dear heart—if life had only one bright blo9-,
som.
One rose to meet the dew—
I’d kiss it, climbing to your restful bosom
And wear its thorns for •you.
—Fran kL. Stanton - , in Atlanta. Constitution.
Leopold Leverton’s. Love.
Leopold Leverton was in love once :
snore! Ever since his quarrel with
Laura Gray in the summer he had
been paying desultory court to Dor
othy Pearson, and now, hearing that
.Dollie had just inheritedia sweet little
legacy from a recently deceased maid
en aunt, Leopold—or, as his friends
were wont to style him, Poly—had
come to the conclusion thatfher charms
were utterly irresistible.
If Leopold did occasionally experi
ence twinges of remorseful regret for
the old deligtful days, Ire carefully
concealed his feelings, and'with all the
impetuosity of his nature he resolved
to beat George Speedman out of the
running, win the fair Dollie—and her
legacy—for his own, and live happy
ever after.
As Leopold sauntered through the
town a happy thought struck him. He
would send Mrs. Pearson a gift—
something which would influence her
to countenance tbe proposal he in
tended making to her daughter at the
earliest opportunity.
What should the “something” beV
A goose?
No. That might suggest odious
comparisons.
A turkey?
Yes. That is the very thing ; a tur
key it should be.
He immediately proceeded to put
his design into execution, and after
examining a considerable number of
obese gobblers he finally selected a
line fat fellow eminently qualified to
arouse Mrs. Pearson’s housewifely ad
miration and mellow the heart of her
rotund little spouse.
“Just give me a scrap of paper and
I’ll write you the address to which I
want it sent.”
“Certainly sir. Here you are, sir,”
and the shopkeeper lianded Leopold a
memorandum sheet.
Now, it chanced the poulterer’s er
rand lad was one of those poetic little
souls, who, in accordance with the
eternal unfitness of things, are to be
found in all parts of the civilized
globe, engaged in the most prosaic
and uncongenial occupations, and he
had, in an idle moment, inscribed up
on the back of the slip of paper a line
of Longfellow’s which had taken his
fancy. This inscription, however, es
caped notice.
“That will do capitally,” said Lev
erton, and he proceeded to write:
“No. 71 Trotterville terrace, Park
road. With Leopold Leverton’s com
pliments. ”
“There,” said he, “that will do.
I’ll just pin it to the turkey. You’ll
send it at once won’t you?”
“Immediately sir,” replied the
tradesman, briskly. “No. 71 Park
l-oad, sir. Bight sir.”
By a curious coincidence—or it may
have been a fatality—George Speed
man strolled leisurely up, unseen by
Leopold, who walked off light hearted
ly before him.
“No. 71 Park road!” said Speed
man, mentally. What’s Poly been
ordering for No. 71?”
He turned and looked into the shop.
“What does this weigh?” inquired
George, indicating the one Leverton
had jusa purchased and which still lay
on the stall with the scrap of paper
conspicuously attached.
“That one’s sold, sir. Here’s one
that ’ud pass as twin brother to it.”
“.Ah,” said George,perusing the lines
•which hie rival had penned, “well,
weigh me that one. ”
Oddly enough, the same happy
thought had occurred to him which
had been conceived by Leverton.
“Thank yon sir. Where shall I
send it to?”
“Oh. I’ll take it, thanks,” replied
Spoedman. And straightway he
trudged off to Park road with his bur
den.
MT. VERNON, MONTGOMERY CO., GA., THURSDAY NOVEMBER 9, 1893.
Hardly had he proec eded a dozen
yards along Park road, li However, when
the cloud suddenly lifted*
“By Jove! I have it!” he exclaim
ed aloud, with a gesture ofisatisfaction,
much to the surprise of a young lady
who ehauced to be passingihim at that
moment.
After relieving his feelings by the
outburst just recorded Gearge Speed
man quickened his pace ansi in a few
minutes later was standing in the pre
sence of the fair Dollie’s masternal rela
tive, presenting with the most grace
ful and insinuating manner he could
command, the unfortunate bird, -which
he relied upon to wing him infto a fav
orable position for'laying siege to the
daughter’s heart.
What his success was may readily
be surmised from tbe fact that when,
in response to Mrs. Pearson’s invita
tion, he arrived later-in the evening of
the same day to dine with the family
the good lady met him at. the hall land
whispered that Dollie was alone iu*tho
drawing room.
George entered the room with a
quickly heating heart, and what jyassed
there is best known to Dollie and? him
self, but it is a significant faoit that
when, half an hour later, the young
couple emerged in response to the
summons of the dinner gong Dollie’s
cheeks were in hue like the deep
heart of a crimson rose and thjoro was
an extremely long silken hair flinging
to George’s manly waistcopft.
Just prior to the announce iment. of
dinner Leopold Leverton had, arrived
in a condition of pardonable, anxiety
as to the result of his stra*ta<gpm.
It was doubtless very coflisiilorate of
Mrs. Pearsou to keep him.engaged in
conversation with horsetf in order
that the privacy of the morel fortunate
gentleman who had cometo*woo might
be uninvaded, but he was extremely
perplexed and chagrined that Mrs.
Pearson made no referencetto the su
perb turkey.
“You will stay and take'dinner with
us, Mr. Leverton?” she said, still
without mentioning his gift. It was
passing strange.
“Thank you,” he responded mu
singly.
Then a terrible fear took possession
of his heart. Had the dealer forgotten
or ommitted to send the bird? He
could bear the suspense no longer.
“I—ah— did—you—ah —receive—a
—turkey this afternoon, Mrs. Pear
son?” he stammered.
“Yes, inded, and a fine one it is.
Ah, there is the gong. Come, Mr.
Leverton. ”
At that moment Speedman entered
the dining room with Dollie leaning
upon his arm.
“Mrs. Pearson—Mr. Pearson—con
gratulate me. Dollie has promised to
be my wife. ’ ’
It was George who spoke, with
sparkling eyes and triumphant tone.
Leopold could scarce believe his ears.
“What?” he cried, while Dollie
hung her head and blushed bewitch
ingly.
“Yes, May I congratulate you on
having resumed your engagement with
Miss Gray?” answered George, seat
ing himself beside Dollie.
“Wha—what do you mean?” stam
mered Poly, hopelessly bewildered.
“Oh, nothiug. Only I thought as
you were sending them a turkey you
must have—”
It was now George’s turn to look
surprised.
“I don’t understand. There’s some
mistake. I ordered one to be sent
hpre, hoping Mrs. Pearson would ac
cept—”
“The one I saw was addressed to
j 71,” interrupted George, thinking he
began to see light.
“Yes. This is 71, I noticed the
number on the garden gate as I passed
this morning.”
“No,” chimed in Mr. Pearson.
| “This is 171. I noticed the other day
that the first figure was almost washed
out. We must have it repainted.”
“Then my turkey has gone wrong,”
I exclaimed Leopold. “I must see
about it.”
He was, ss has been previously re
marked, animpetuouH young man, and
before the others could recover from
their surprise he was hurrying down
the road.
“Who lives at 71?” asked Mr. Pear
son after a short interval of silence.
"The Grays,” answered George
i promptly. “Moved in last week.”
i Had Leverton staved one moment
to reflect on Speedinan’s words it is
„ probable that he would have sacrificed
i a dozen turkeys, rather than risk inoet
' ing the wrathful pater of his discarded
• .lady love, but so bewildered was he
that the possibility of such a contra
' temps never entered his mind.
The advent of the fateful fowl, with
' Leverton’s.uote attached in the Gray
household had caused almost as much
bewilderment in that homestead dur
ing the afternoon as Leopold was him
self experiencing at that, moment.
Airs. Gray unjitinned the scrap of
; paper and read ii.
“Why, Laura, Laura!” she called
running up to the room whero her
idaughter was dressing for a walk.
“Air. Leverton hns sent us a turkey !”
Laura lot full the brush she was lis
ting and stood gazing at her mother in
-silence. Then the color mounted to
llier cheeks, but she did not speak.
Laura read the lines and returned
the paper. She was,still strangely si
lent, and her mother anxious to have
an expression of opinion from some
one else, trotted off down stairs again
to consult Air. Gray as,to what should
be done. Laura i toll owed her closely.
Air. Gray took'the mlip of paper in
his own hands, read it carefully, re
read it, and then turned it over as
though seeking further enlighten
ment.
His eyes fell upon, the . line which
hud been written bylthe lad with the
poetic soul:
Let the dead pnst»bury its dead.
“I suppose ho means he would liko
us to let bygones belbygones,” replied
Mrs. Gray, slowly, ’“Don’t you think
so Laura?”
“Yes,” said Laura very softly.
The afternoon wore swiftly away. A
faint appetizing odor arose from tho
kitchen und gradually permeated tho
apartment.
As time passed this.faint odor gradu
ally intensified until at the hour when
Leopold Leverton, having with soma
difficulty discovered'the real No. 71,
panted up to tho hall-door thereof, tho
fact that a turkey was being prepared
for table might have been guessed by
any chance passer who happened to bo
gifted with a critical discrimination in
the way of odors.
Steps sounded in the vestibule, tho
handle rattled, the door was thrown
.open and a dark figure stood in the
doorway.
Poor Poly in his impetuosity had
never thought of how he would ex
plain his errand, and now as that sa
vory scent floated from behind that
dark figure and struck him full with a
sudden warm gust, he began’to stam
mer something about “a mistake” and
“a turkey.”
Air. Gray, attributing his,confusion
to the awkward predicament in which
he found himself through having
broken so shabbily with Laura and
thinking, with an accession of that
“good-will to all” which often comes
over men to help him out,of his diffi
culty, put forth his hand and half
dragged Leverton into thejhouse.
“There, there,” he exclaimed,
“you’re a strange fellow, fbut if you
can make it up with Laura rail well and
good.”
“Mr. Gray,” said Leopold, regain
ing the use of his tongue as his outr
door garments were taken from him,
“it has all been a mistake.”
“Yes, yes,” interrupted’ Mr. Gray,
“butyou will find Lauraindhedrawing
room. Explain it to her while>dinner
is being served.”
Ho pushed the unresisting young
fellow into the drawingroom, and him
self remaining outside, closed the door
j behind him.
As Leverton entered a lady rose
from the fanteuil upon which she had
been seated. It was Laura.
Somehow at sight of her standing
I there, looking so fair and sweebin her
evening costume, Leopold forgot all
about the lady of the legacy, and a
sudden feeling of shame stole into his
heart and caused the warm blood to
rush up into his cheeks.
There was a ra lament’s awkward pause,
and then he said bravely:
“Laura, I have been a fool. Can
I you forgive me?”
“It was I who was to blame,” she
murmured brokenly.
So he dined off that erring turkey
after all, and that is how it comet
about tnat when George and Dollie
were married in the ensuing eummei
there was also a wedding from 71.
[Boston Globe.
SAVAGE WEAPONS.
A South Amerioan Exhibit at the
Fair,
War Clubs, Air Guns and Bows
and Arrows.
i
There are many different kinds of
war clubs among tho Indians of South
America. They range in size from a
small stick not much thicker than a
man’s thumb and not more than three
feet in length, to a six foot monster ns
thick as a sturdy sapling, with an edge
as sharp as a sword. Wherever pos
sible, the elubH are made of ironwood,
hut in many instances mahogany and
ebony are substituted. They are only
brought into play in short-range fight
ing, and during the Spanish conquests
even the mail-shirted soldiers of Cas
tile are said to have wavered and
broken their linos when charged by a
body of natives armed with these wea
pons. Some of the clubs on exhibition
•in the anthropological building date
back to the times before the conquest,
and imaginative visitors claim to he
able to see splashed across tho cruel
implements the blood of tho conquer
ors.
Os blow-guns there are a largo num
ber. These implements of war are
tacked on tho wall at the south end of
the section. Alany of them are fear
fully and wonderfully made. The
giant of the collection is ten feet,
long. It is made of a hollow reed, its
inner surface carefully bored in order
to secure perfect smoothness.
Wrapped around the outside of the
weapon is a rope made of grass fibre.
This wrapping extends from one end of
the reed to tho other.
It is held in place by a gum found in
large quantities in Central and South
America. The blow-gun tapers from
the thickness of a little finger at the
mouthpiece to the thumb at its stock
and is made of various colors, but the
shape is the same in all. With these
weapons it is said that the natives at
tain such a degree of expertness that
they are able to hit small birds in tho
tops of the highest trees. Small game,
such as rabbits, squirrels and other an
imals, are shot while running. As
soon as a young native has luid aside
the swaddling clothes of infancy he is
given a blow-gun and taught its uses.
The missile used is a short arrow
about as thick as an ordinary knit
ting - needle. The head of the
arrow is wrapped with fibre
in order to balance it and at the same
time fill up the bore of the gun. The
arrows are made of ironwood or soree
other hard wood of native growth.
Quivers holding about 100 arrows are
attached to the guns. When used in
war the arrows arc steeped in u deadly
poison. This poison .is made by a se
cret process and the knowledge of its
ingredients is jealously guarded by the
natives. Its effect is such that the
slightest scratch from a poisoned pro"
jectile causes almost instant death. In
killing large game a less powerful
poison is used. When a deer or other
animal is killed that portion of the
body around the arrow is cut, away,
thereby removing the poisoned flesh.
The rest is said to be perfectly whole
some.
Bows and arrows also enter largely
into the make-up of a South American
exhibit. Like the other implements,
the bows are fashioned in grades cor
responding to the native’s rank and
circumstances. They are usually
about five feet in length. The wooden
part is made from a tough springy
reed of the bamboo family which
grows along the marsh lands. The
tendon of some animal or the fibre
from some plant suffices for a string.
Arrows are made of heavy wood, some
times pointed to give them penetra
ting power. There are but a few of
these-, however, even in the most prim
itive specimens on exhibition. Most
of them are fitted with iron and flint
arrow-heads.
These heads are shaped in much the
same manner as the ones used bv the
North American Indians. They are
triangular in form, verging toward a
point at the end. The haft is feath
ered with plumage of gorgeous hues.
There are arrows of all sizes and de
scriptions. Those used for small game
are lighter than tho ones used for war,
and, a* in the ease of the blow-guns,
there is a difference in the degree of
poisoning processes through which
they are put.—[Chicago Record.
Wafer and Disease.
Impure water should not be used
for any domestic purpose. When only
impure water is to be had, it should in
all cases be purified before use.
Boiling is the most common method
of rendering innocuous or sterile any
water suspected or known to contain
material which might produce discuses
conveyable by water, such as typhoid
fever or cholera.
It is not uncommon to hear people
say, “We do not fear cholera becaiiso
wo boil all our drinking water.” Act,
it is safe to say that half of those who
give orders to have tho water boiled,
and even of those who themselves at
tend to its boiling, drink water from
vessels rinsed with unboiled w ater.
It is plain that the good effects of
boiling the water which is to be used
for drinking purposes arc lost if tho
pitcher, or tho salad, or the milk can,
or the milk jug has been rinsed with
unboiled water. The boiling of water
is an excellent precaution, hut the use
of boiled water should be extended.
Os the water in tho household, the
proportion devoted to drinking pur
poses is relatively small. In tho
kitchen water is used for washing veg
etables and salads, for rinsing dishes
and tableware. One or two germs of
disease clinging to the sides of a vessel
into which milk has afterward been
poured, may find the milk an excellent
soil in which to grow and propagate
their species.
From food which has been subjected
to roasting or boiling, or to any thor
ough cooking there is nothing to fear.
From uncooked foods and from fluids
danger is possible, and iu tho process
of their preparation they should bo
guarded from every possible source
of contamination.
In time of an epidemic milk should
always be subjected to boiling or
steaming before it is used.
The use of any of the filters which
arc fastened to faucets on the pipes of
tho city water supply, it is perhaps
needless to say, does not afford the
slighcst protection against disease
germs.
Water which contains mineral im
purity or, indeed, an appreciable quan
tity of organic matter, should not bo
used under any circumstances.
| Youth’s Companion.
Astonished Savages.
The writer took some Kafirs from
their desolate island home in the Him
alayan gorges beyond the mountain
ranges to tho more civilized south,
Liko most savages, they looked with
indifference at the marvels about them,
and once only were they excited by an,
incident which opened their eyes to
what they considered a most extraord
inary and unnatural state of things.
They were descending a road when
one of them chanced to remark lliat
he was hungry, and the English
“sahib” bought him some food at -a
wayside shop. The Kafir saw the
money change hands.
“How is this?” he inquired in sur
prise. “Do you have to pay for food
in this country?”
“Certainly.”
“What a country!” cried the man
in amazement. Then after pondering
awhile, he continued doubtfully,
“Suppose a man had no money in this
country; he might starve!”
“It is quite possible.”
Tbe Kafir shook with uncontrollable
laughter. It was the joke he had
ever heard. He then explained the
ridiculous system to his companions,
and they roared in chorus. [Youth's
Companion. *
Next Season’s Colors.
The most conspicuous shades among
the new colors are blue anil brown,
though gr<- n will not lose its standing
in the new goods. There are at least
six "or seven new shades of brown, ail
more or less of the yellowish order,
the deepest oi them being but little
darker than chestnut. Os the blues
the very dark shades are falling some
what into disfavor on account of the
almost, universal popularity of navy
blue serge, and the shades most shown
are of that indeterminate kin<§ wbieh
suggest tinges of green or gray*
Fifty thojisand ounces of ross es
sence are exported from the Fayouru
district of Egypt yearly.
NUMBER 35.
A Little l-ove Song.
Tim world, my dear, hath millions—
Its gold climbs to the skies;
But ono there is hath trillions—
'i'ho light of thy dear eyes!
Dear eyes! that are so tender,
No riches can replace
One gleam of their bright splendor—
The sunshine of thy face!
The world, my dear, with wonders
May wake thy wild surprise;
lint shine above its thunders
The rainbows of thine eyes!
(Dear eyes ! that are so tender—
That light the years to bo;
One ray of their rare splondor
Makes earth a heaven for mo!)
The world, my dear? * * * ’Tis dreaming
I,o! Love the dream denies;
1 wake : the light is streaming
bright from thy beauteous eyes!
Dear eyes! the kind—the splendid!
Far over land and sen,
Shine soft, till lifo is ended—
Rhino sweet, dear eyoe, for mo!
-Thank L. Stanton in Atlanta Constitution.
HUMOROUS,
A billiard ball oft gives n kiss for a
blow.
It in the inside wav to llie wayside
inn which makes the iuti popular
among outsiders.
Horse Dealer: “I ahvoys pick my
customer.” Friend: “I was told that
you skinned them. ”
“Do you meet your bills regularly?”
“Well, I should say. I meet a bill
every time tlvo mail carrier calls.”
A eat may look at a king, but she
wants to keep both eyes open when
sin, looks ut a family hotel janitor.
Beggar—“ Could you spare me a
trifle, kind gentleman? I’ve got live
little children at home —all twins!”
IJc “Yes, I dislike her. She called
me a big dunce.” She—“ Absurd!
You’re not large, are you Charley?”
“Great Gtßßftr, "thought the fisherman,
Beside the waters blue,
“I only wish the fish would bite
As those mosquitoes do.”
“Oh, tut! That’s a tramp scheme."
“Tramp scheme? What the deuce do
you mean by a tramp scheme?” “Oh
it won’t work.”
It iH interesting t«> see how sorry
the man who went to the country for
a vacation and the man who stayed at
home are for each other.
When the millennium comes the
bather who keeps one foot on the bot
tom will quit, telling her friends she
has really learned to swim.
“Beg pardon, sir, but can’t yon
help me to get something to eat? 1
have seen better times.” “Better
times? Well, who hasn’t?"
“Do Trop looked embarrassed when
he met you. What was the matter?”
“I owe him SSO and he lias written to
me to pay it several times.”
The familiar advice, “Let dogs de
light to bark and bite,” is perhaps the
only instance ori record where a dog
fight lias been encouraged by the
muse.
“What a superb face!” suid ono
Boston girl to another us they stood
before a marble head of Minerva.
“Yes,” said the other, “What a nose
for spectacles!”
This rule is worth jotting, t
Within your hat’s brim ;
Don’t try to learn yachting
F.re learning to swim.
“I feel constrained to toll you,
Fred, that I have been engaged before
this,” she whispered. “Don’t men
tion it,” he said, gently; “I, too,
have been jilted.”
“How does Dempster always man
age to looksocool this awful weather?”
“He makes out a long list of the things
he’ll have to buy and it
nearly gives him a eh',.'."
Dairyman, to applicant for situ
ation •fc’■ You have had experience,
have Applicant—“Oh, yes,
Mr. h/rvin.” “On which side of the
cow do you sit to milk?” “The out
side, sir.”
Hicks ‘What would you do if you
a hunchback?” Wicks - “ Do?
Why, I'd learn to ride a bicycle. No
body would notice when I wus on the
wheel that I was mure deformed than
the other bicyclist#.”
Tailor—“ You promised me faith
fully yesterday morning that yo*
would call in and settle for that suit
last night, if it rained pitchforks.”
Ous Do Smith -“Yes, I know; but. It
didn t rain pitchforks. ’’ k ,