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THE HENRY COUNTY WEEKLY.
A JOURNAL DEVOTED TO HOME RULE, TARIFF REFORM AND BOURBON DEMOCRACY.
VOL. XV.
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PROFESSION A i. CA I!l>s.
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DENTIST,
McDonough La.
Anv ono doftiring work dune can ue ao
ronimodatcd either liy calling on me in per
son or addressing me through "the mails.
Terms cash, unless special arrangements
are otherwise made.
Gko W. Buy am j W.T. Oickkn.
IIRVA.H * DICkI.T,
attorneys at raw,
McDonovoh, oa.
Will practice in the counties composing
the Flint Judicial Circuit, the Supreme Court
of Gcot-fia and the United States District
Court. n apr27-ly
. ;1! s. |(. TIIlltiUR,
attorney at raw,
McDoNOt'on, Ga.
Will practice in the counties composing
the Flint Circuit, the Supreme Court of
Georgia, ‘ and tile United States District
court. miirlti ' ly
.». kha«at.
attorney at raw.
McDonocoh, Ga.
Will practice in all t£e Courts of Georgia
Special attention given to commercial and
ether collections. Will attend all! he Courts
*t, Hampton regularly. Office upstairs over
Thk Wkkkly office.
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attorney at raw,
McDonouoh,Ga.
Will practice in the counties composing t lie
Flint Judicial Circuit, and the Supreme and
District Courts of Georgia. Prompt attention
givin to collections. octs- 7!)
W A. ItROWAi.
' attorney at LAW.
McDonoi oh, Ga.
Will practice in all the counties compos
ing the Flint Circuit, the Supreme Court, of
Georgia and the United States District
Court". janl-lv
1 J A. I'KKI'I.IW,
' " ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Hampton, Ga,
Will practice in all the counties composing
the Flint Judicial Circuit, the Supreme Court
of Georgia and the District Court ot the
United States. Special and prompt atten
tion given to Collections, Oct 8, 1888
Jno. 1). Stewart. j 'll. 1\ Daniel.
vniWiRT A DA>li:i„
attorneys at law,
Guikkin, Ga.
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Hampton. Ga.
I hereby tender my professional service to
the people of Hampton and surrounding
coifntry. Will attend all cal’s night and
day.
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ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Gate City Natioal Bank Building,
Atlanta, Ga,
Practices in tl»e Slate and Federal Courts*
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AND
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ers ; will take orders for all kinds of Boil
ers. We are prepared to do all kinds of
repairing on Engines, Boilers and Machin
ery, generaliy. We keep in stock Brass
fittings of all kinds ; also Inspirators, In
jectors, Safety Valves, Steam Guages,
Pipe and Pipe Fittings and Iron and Brass
Castings of everv Description.
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NORTH.
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MOODS: A SONG.
As under the gleam of the sun the water dimples
with laughter,
\s. stirred by the joyous lireeze, the rose petals
follow it after.
So. ivlien old Nature smiles, my heart is o’er filled
with her gladness,
Singing the while with the blnls. thoughtless of
care or of sadness
As, under the twilight's shade, the water Is hushed
into quiet;
As, ’neath the midnight's touch, the breezes bu»
whisper nigh it;
So. when the moonlight comes, my soul song Is
hushed into dreaming.
And Thought's white rose leaves float away and
are lost in her gleaming.
—Boston Transcript
Hints to tlie Unfortunate.
A few suggestions, culled from ac
counts in the daily press of cases of
“accidental death” during the past
week, may prove of service to those
who are not ingenious enough to think
pf them for themselves:
’Mix some coarse flour and strychnine
to kill the rats with, then place the
mixture in a jar similar and as near as
possible to that containing the family
oatmeal. Prepare to shed this mortal
coiL
Place some laudanum in an empty
medicine bottle and stand it alongside a
bottle of physic on a table by your bed
side; take a dose from the nearest bot
tle in the dark; ten chances to one it’s
the laudanum.
Pour some carbolic acid into a beer
bottle, cork it and put it aside in a cool
spot; the next person who comes along
with “a mouth on him" will- And it a
vast improvement on common or ginger
beer.
SmeaF a piece of bread with phos
phorus paste (rough on rats) and leave
it in a cupboard well within reach of
marauding youngsters; if their lives are
insured you will have no reason to re
gret the experiment. —Hospital Gazette.
Why She Wept.
It was one of the days when little
Katie seemed to be possessed by a
spirit of mischief, and before the after
noon was over she had tired herself and
pretty well exhausted her mother’s pa
tience. At last she did something so
naughty that her mother said:
“There, Katie, I shall have to punish
you for that."
The child looked at her for a moment
in silence, and then without warning
burst into tempestuous weeping. Just
at this crisis her father came into the
room, and Katie sobbed the louder,
perhaps in order that he might the
more surely notice her.
“Why, little ono, what is this?" he
asked. “What are you crying for?”
Katie thought a moment, and then,
remembering that the manner of her
punishment had not been announced,
she answered amid her sobs:
“1 don’t know, papa; mamma hasn’t
told me yet."—Youth’s Companion.
Too Shy.
Henry Cavendish, a distinguished
philosopher of the Eighteenth century,
was so shy that even his female domes
tics were compelled to keep out of his
sight, and his housekeeper received her
orders by notes placed on the hall
table. So controlling was Liis consti
tutional infirmity that the only way of
conversing with him was not to look at
him, but to talk, as it were. Into va
cancy. Only thus could he be drawn
into conversation.
Once at a company of men of science
an Austrian savant complimented Cav
endish by declaring that his chief
motive in visiting London had been to
converse with the illustrious philoso
pher to whom lie had just been intro
duced. Cavendish stood with his eyes
cast down, and uttered not a word. At
length, seeing an opening in the circle,
he darted through it, ran down stairs
to his carriage, and drove home.
IClectrlo Hallway Signals.
In order to avoid the risk run by rail
way employes in laying down fog sig
nals in thick weather Messrs. Child &
Emery have lately devised a sot of ap
pliances. A telescopic spring box plat
form is fixed in the four foot way. and
an electric contact roller is carried un
der the buffer bar of the locomotive.
An electric bell and disc are .placed
near the driver. When the locomotive
[tosses over the platform referred to it
depresses the upper box, completing
the electric circuit and causing the bell
on the locomotive to ring, while at the
same time the disc indicates danger.
Simultaneously a gong is rung on a sig
nal post and the arm indicates danger.
By piffling a cord everything is restored
to its normal condition. The system
has been in use for a month or two at
Erith, and has given every satisfaction.
—lndustries.
•Minnie Screws.
It is asserted that the smallest screws
known are those used in the production
of watches. Thus, the fourth jewel
wheel screw comes very near being in
visible to the naked eye, looking, when
viewed by a person of ordinary gift of
eyesight, like a small speck of dust
With a glass it is seen to be a small but
perfect screw, with threads so fine that
it would take 200 of them to wind
around the little speck of wire to the
distance of half an inch. These minute
mechanical atoms are but tiie forty-oue
thousandth of an inch in diameter and
less than the ten-thousandth of an inch
in length. A lady’s thimble of the or
diftary size, say a No. 7, would hold
100,000 of these little but useful specks
of brass.—St. Louis Republic.
A Good Motto.
“What is that motto you have over
your store door. Mr. Harberdash?”
“That is an oid Latin proverb, sir.
Sic semper pajamas. It means we are
never out of 'em." Chatter.
mcdonough, ga.. Friday, September, 5, isoo.
A SOLDIER OF FORTUNE.
The Vvlssitudes of a Confederate Hurtiig
and Since the Civil War.
“In 1870,” said Maj. George A. Van
degrift, “I met as typical a soldier of
fortune as ever Lever imagined. I had
gone from St. Louis to Grafton, sixty
miles above, on an excursion to witness
an eclipse of the sun. On the boat re
turning to the city there was dancing
in the cabin, and as I stood watching
the dancers I observed a man staring
at me. He was a typical southerner in
appearance, tall, handsome and strik
ing looking. His gaze annoyed ine so
that 1 left the cabin.
“Returning again he renewed the
stare, and Unally I found him stand
ing by my side. He said. ’I beg par
don, but you don’t know me, f SeP.’
don't.’ ’I know you,’ he
replied. ‘ln 1864 you were a lieutenant
in the Second Ohio regiment in front of
Washington, weren’t you ?’ ’Yes,’ I as
sented. ‘ln ’63 you were adjutant of
the Second in front of Murfreesboro,
Tenn?’ ‘Yes.’ “In the latter part of
’64 you were on the Little Miami rail
way?’ ‘Yes,’ t l said, getting interested,
■ ‘but you’ve the advantage of me. for 1
can’t recall ever seeing you.’
“ ‘I know you, you see,’ the stranger
sqid, ‘and I’ll tell you a story. In ’6l
I was a boy of 20; I was in your camp
in front of Washington selling fruit
and trinkets to the men. I was a Con
federate spy then. In ’63 I was still a
spy, and struck your camp at Murfrees
boro. It was odd that I should get into
the same camp again, bn* I did. There
were so many officers there, you among
them, whom I knew, that I feared de
tection and fled. The lattor part of ’64
I was captured —not as a spy, fprtu
nately, but as a rebel soldier —and sent
as a prisoner to Camp Chase, O.
“One night nine of us succeeded in es
caping from prison, and making our
way as far us Alton, on the Little Mi
ami, we boarded the midnight express.
We were sitting together, concealed as
much as possible, when the car door
opened, and who should walk in but
yourself. I told the boys the jig was
up, and we jumped from the train and
took to the woods. Wo thought you
were an officer in pursuit of the fugi
tives. You were not? God, I wish
we’d known it then.
“ ‘After the war,’ he continued, ‘I
drifted down into Mexico and joined
Maximilian’s forces, where I was capt
ured and came within ;m ace of being
shot with Maximilian. From Mexico I
went to South America, and fought in
two or three of their revolutions. I
grew tired of that and came back to
the States. I’m tired of it here, and
I’m off next week to enlist in the Papal
zouaves, as I see Victor Emmanuel and
the pope are having trouble, and Ids
holiness has advertised for recruits.
Good-by 1’ and he was off. It was cu
rious that he and I should liave met so
frequently, and I’ve been rather sorry
that I lost track of the fellow after
ward. He was a true soldier of fort
une, and there were lots like him in
the war.”—Cincinnati Commercial Ga
zette.
Where Sardines Come From.
One of the most important sardine
centers of France is Concarneau, a
pi:tee of 6,000 souls, and a favorite re
sort for American painters who have
very little talent and an enormous
quantity of self conceit. Situated at
the head of the bay of Torot, on a pict
uresque point, and in a country where
fish and food are very cheap, the town is
regarded by artists as a sort of eartlffy
paradise. The gulf stream gives it a
temperature so »>ft that snow Is rarely
seen, camellias and fueshias bloom In
the open air in midwinter, mimosa
flowers in February, and the climate,
though much more humid, is as mild
as that of Cannes, and yet the place is
in the same latitude as Bluehill, Me.,
or Bangor.
Islands shelter the bay and make its
clear and tranquil waters, in whose
depths may be seen the most magnifi
cent sjieciinons of marine vegetation, a
favorite resting place for sardines not
yet in oil, and every year Concarneau
puts up as many as 18.000,000 to 20,-
000,000 boxes of them. These cost,
purchased of the fishermen, 1,000,000
francs, the preparing them 600,000
francs and the oil and tin boxes 300,-
000 francs more—in all not a bad
year's work for a town in Brittany.—
Cor. New Orleans Picayune.
In the World Recoming GluttoiMius?
We have made too much of cooking.
We have talked and written about
cooking, and praised and exalted it in
every way until at last we have raised
it into the position of a high art—al
most a religion. We have become, in
talk and literature at any rate, a na
tion, or rather a world, of guzzlers and
gluttons. We have learned to speak
of our dinner as if it were something
between a science and a sacrament. The
happy man is the man to whom the ob
ligation to “dine" (part of the religion
of most Englishmen) every dny and
under all circumstances, and at what
ever sacrifice of business or pleas
ure, is as great a superstition as the Mo
hammedan obligation to abstain from
wine. A good dinner is a good tiling,
no doubt. But the fetish dinner, the
universally obligatory dinner, the din
ner winch must be eaten every day,
runs away with about half the pleas
ures which men of moderate incomes
might otherwise enjoy. —London Truth.
What We All Like.
“There is one thing about a dumb
man I like.”
‘•What's that ("
“He jjoesn’t talk too much with his
mouth." —Harper’s Bazar.
■Brrhcrt |a a New Character.
Oho sveiling a few years ago Duncan
and Donald, residents by the side of
Loch Rannoch, sauntered into the pub
lic place of refreshment. They had
been Ashing all day with fly, and had
caught only a few small trout. There
fore they were very much surprised to
see, on a tablo in the lobby, a large
basket full of lovely Hsh, apparently
fresh from the water. Answering Dun
can the landlord stated that the trout
had been taken that very day by a gen
tleman staying at the hotel, who, on
coining in, had remarked that he had
been using worn*)
The landlord proudly inclined his
head to a room ob the ground floor, in
dicating that jjre Mwfeviful
-wus within. A few niTnutes afterward
Duncan, who hail not quite caught the
direction in which BoniWv liad tossed
his head, went toward the room next
door, and, tapping for admission, asked
the waiter what was the shentleman's
name.
"Mr. Herbert Spencer,” the waiter
said.
“Come in." a voice from the room
added, ami soon Duncan stood In the
presence of the great thinker.
“Maister Spencer, sir, wull you give
me twa bait hooks? I have seen your
trouts. ”
The philosopher looked at Duncan
hi silence and surprise.
Duncan repeated his question.
“My good man," the discomfited phil
osopher at length managed to say, “I
have no bait hooks.”
Thereujion Duncan turned on Ills
heel and went away.
“Tonalt,” ho said, as he rejoined his
cronie in disgust, “Herbert Spencer is
aleein' devull!" —Rod and Gun.
How liiMinarck Called His Servant.
When Bismarck was Prussian dele
gate to the Federal Diet at Frankfort
lie took npartmerits in the house of a
patrician of that frA: city, who held
the Prussians in groat repugnance; and
when Bismarck applied to him to have
a bell fixed up in his servant’s room he
answered that that was not in the
agreement, and that if Bismarck
wanted a bell he must get it fixed him
self, and at his own expense. A few
days later a loud report of firearms was
heard to proceed from the delegate’s
room. The huldlord, frightened to
death, rushed up to his lodger’s apart
ments, and bursting, all out of breath,
into Bismarck's study found him seated
at his desk before a great pile of docu
ments and calmly smoking his pipe.
There was a pistol lying on the table,
still smoking at the barrel. “For the
love of heaven, what has happened?”
asked the frightened landlord, more
dead than alive. “Nothing, nothing,”
answered Bismarck quietly; "don’t dis
turb yourself; I was only calling my
servant. It is a very harmless signal,
til which you will have to accustom
yourself, for no doubt I shall want of
tentimes to use it again." Tlie bell was
fixed up next day.—San Frnncisco
Argonaut.
A Word to GiaiinhlorH.
Don’t be a grumbler. Souio people
contrive to got hold of the prickly side
of everything, to run against all the
sharp corners and disagreeable things.
Half tho strength spent in growling
would often set things right. You may
as well make up your mind to begin
witti that no one ever found the world
quite as he would like it, but you are
to take your part of the trouble and
bear it bravely. You will be sure to
have burdens laid upon you that belong
to other people unless you are a shirk
er yourself, but don’t grumble. If the
work needs doing, and you can do it,
never mind about that other who ought
to have done it and didn't. Those
workers who till up the gups and
smooth away the rough spots, and fin
ish up the jobs that others leave un
done—they are tho true peacemakers,
and worth a whole regiment of growl
ers.—New York Ledger.
Street Sign* In New York.
“Wlmt earthly reason is there for
street lamps bearing the names of
streets to become so depraved that they
turn around and deceive innocent
strangers f
The question was asked by an indig
nant Philadelphian. lie was standing
at the comer of William and Pine
streets. The signs on the lamp Indi
cated with steady malevolence that
William was Pipe and that Pino was
William.
"Every time I come to 'New York
these mendacious lamps mix me up,”
went on the Philadelphian. "We
wouldn’t stand it in Philadelphia." he
said proudly.
A policeman who was standing by
listened to the annoyed gentleman's
words and grinned.
“There ain’t no earthly reason for
it," he said. “It’s spooks."—New York
Times.
A Non-Military HohU-nm.
Mrs. Darrow —Good morning, lieu
tenant. We were awfully sorry to hear
of your trouble.
Lieut Horton. D. S. A, —Why, I—er
—haven’t had any trouble.
M rs. 1 )arro w— Really ? How strange I
We understood that you bad become
Involved in some captain's mess over at
the foit—Judge.
No Otule.
Cold Victual Billy Say, ma'um,
couldn't yer gimme an old vest?
Mrs. (ioodsole Why, I shouldn’t
think you'd want one with that flannel
shirt
Billy (stiffening)—Madam, do you
suppose 1 want to look like one of tliose
dude tourists? —Puck.
$ 1.00 CASH, $ 1.50 ON SPACE : AND WORTH IT.
CHICAGO'S LITERARY TASTES.
Ilan 1.(-tm and Men of I.elMilrn Yi’ho (Hunt
Daily Over Dime Novels.
It is the general impression that the
reading of dime novels and kindred lit
erature is confined to the imaginative,
aspiring youths and sentimental or
stage struck maidens. Although this
impression is to a large extent correct
there is a class of readers who indulge
in the cheap libraries who
suspected of having any such weakness.
While in conversation with a Madison
street newsdealer recently I learned,
very much to my surprise, that some of
the leading business and nopfussUmul
men city while away fhe tedious
pursuits allow them
with blood curdling tales of love, mur
der and revenge.
Men who labor all day long, their
brains in a constant strain, find it very
difficult when tlie shades of night re
lieve them from their tasks to settle
down to calm, inactive enjoyment. The
busy Intellect is not to be stilled into
activity by the tinkle of tlie dinner bell
or the rattle of/.jtho home going cars,
but insists on combining with the labors
which have occupied it all the day long.
For this reason a great many men Hud
It impossible to rest until after having
read some light literature, and the do
main! for dime novels Is tlie result.
Detective stories in general are the most
sought after by this class of readers,
although 801110 seek for Indian stories,
whoso tales of dismal swamps, toma
hawking and scalping are truly hair
raising.
“There Is one old gentleman,” said
the newsdealer, "a North Side bunker,
who comes to my store every Sunday
morning and buys about a dollar's
worth of these ten cent novels. Ileal
ways asks for Indian stories, und I
keep a supply of redskin tales on hand
just for his benefit. 1 have a great
many customers ’way up’ in the walk
of life who indulge In ten cent litera
ture. Detective stories are largely in
the lead as to demand. When those
old fellows como in here they always
have their novels wrapped up, and al
ways up[>eur to lie ashuined of tlieir
purchases. One of my wealthiest cus
tomers never even allows me to see
what he has. He goes back to the
counter, select* his books, puts them in
a bundle out of sight, and then tells
me the amount of his purchase. They
read quantities of stuff, never seeming
to tire of the wearisome sameness of
the work of the dime novel writer.”
I saw several other newsdealers, and
while all admitted Hint they secured
some trade in cheap books from wealthy
patrons, more seemed to enjoy the
business in this line claimed by the
Madison street dealer.—Chicago News.
lie Owned a Sami liar.
A gentleman from Maine bought a
dozen lots in a South Dakota river
town some time ago as a spcculatioir.
He paid his taxes regularly for several
years and finally went out to soo his
property. The ageut who sold him the
lots met him at the station, and after
shaking hands with his client said:
“Ah, Mr. Pettiboue, you came upon
us at an Inauspicious time.”
“What do you mean, Mr. Corny
shun?"
“Your lots, sir."
“Yes, what about them?"
“Well, sir, you know I suggested that
you buy near the levee.”
“Certainly I do. You assured me
that when tho Croat Midland railroad
built out from here it would cross the
river at this point, and my lots would
treble in value.”
“Quite true, so I did. Butman pro
[roses and Ood disjKjsee. He has scut
his rains and his floods and changed
the course of the river so completely
that the Great Midland has decided to
cross twenty miles above lie re.”
“And how does this affect my lots?"
“You see that little bush out in the
middle of the river near the end of that
sand barf*
“Yes, yes; what of it?"
“That's the southwest corner stake
of your block 1” —Chicago Herald.
An Old A<*t for Compulnory Education.
It is of the year 1494 and belongs to
Scottish lcyislntlon. It reads os follows:
“Item, It is statute • and ordained
through all the Unalme that all Har
ronnes and Freehalders that are of sub
stance put their eldest sonnes and alrei
to the achules fra they be sex or nine
zeires of age. and till remaine at the
Grammar Schules quhili they be com
petently founded and have perfect
Latine. And thereafter to remaine
tlirce zeires at the schules of art and
jure, swa that they may have knuwl
edgo and understanding of the La wet;
tlirow the quhilks justice may remaine
universally tlirow all the Kealme.
“Bwa that they that are Scliiretfes or
Judges Ordinares under the King's
Hienesse may have kuawledge to doe
justice, that the puir people suldo have
no neede to seeke our Soveraiue Lordis
principal Auditor for ilk small injurie:
And quhat Barronne or Freehalder of
substance that lialdis not his son at the
schules as said is, tiavand ria lauchful
essoinzie, but failzie herein, fra knawt
edge may Ik: gotten thereof, he sail puy
to the King the sumrnie of twentie
pound."— J. N Ilallock in Christian at
Work.
<*oo<l Time to Travel.
Mr. Smallpurse—My dear, what do
you say to a flying trip to California
and back?
Mrs. Smallpurse That would be
cViarming. but you said you could not
afford to go anywhere.
Mr. Smallpurse —Yes, but I’ve just
heard that the sleeping car porters are
out on a strike. —Good News.
Shifting thn I,ou<l.
“Even my wife sometimes tells me
that I must lie different from other
men,” Abraham Lincoln once more
pathetically than jocosely remarked,
“and the compliment Is not intended
for mo either. But I toll you right
here,” and tlie long, dark hand came
down on tlie table with sharp emphasis,
“that I havo schooled myself to think
occasionally of something else besides
tlio troublo immediately at hand.”
“Oh, but that must he with you a
natural faculty, Mr. Lincoln,"the presi
dent’s companion replied. “Most peo
ple are so constituted that they cannot
do It. The thing that hurt* them Is the
Only tiling they can consider. It is the
insistence of pain. Only here and there
can be found one able to rise above it. ”
“There never was a more outrageous
fallacy thun that— outrageous because
of the mischief it can do,” said Mr.
Lincoln.
“Oil, yes.” Interrupted the friend,
with a superior smile; “that is all very
well, but can you tell the world how to
throw off trouble, how not to fool
pain?”
“1 would like such a recipe uiyself,"
was the laughing answer, “but I was
only s[ieaking of the ability to shift the
load of pain or trouble, so that it might
not inea|uu‘.itate a man from being of
some help and comfort to his qcigh
hors. Now, you've no business to go
round liko a black gloved, grim visaged
undertaker. It Is your business and
mine to consider first what we can <h>
toward lifting the loads of others. A
good story is better than a long face; a
Jolly song lias more ‘get up anil get’ to
it than a dirge. Tho only rule I have
Is to try and put myself a little in the
rear. I don’t say that this is always
easy, hut I havo found this out—that
to ease another's hourtacho Is to forgot
one's own. When things get to squeez
ing too hard I often find comfort in this
question nnd answer:
" ’Abo Lincoln, are you doing tho
best you know how?'
“And when Abe's reply can truth
fully lie, ‘I am, please God I’ then tho
country is safe."—Youth’s Companion.
Old Kiccptlon.
In Atlanta, Ga., there Is an old busi
ness man, with snow white heard and
hair, whom everybody calls "Old Ex
ception." When Sherman’s army in
vested Atlanta, Hlmriuan issued an
order that all lion-combative Confeder
ates should leave tho city within twen
ty-four hours. Tills man, who was a
founder, called at Sherman's headquar
ters. “I want,” ho said, “to remain in
Atlanta. I am a business man, and
had no hand in tho hostilities.” “Didn’t
you cast guns for tho rebels In your
foundry?” Gen. Sherman inquired
“Yes,” was tho reply, “I did, but I had
to do It I havo largo interests here,
general, und I w ish you would make mo
an exception; I'd liko to stay to look
after my property."
“Yes," said Sherman grimly, “I'll
make an exception in your case. ” The I
Atlanta's man's faco brightened, and
ho started to leave. "Orderly,” Gen.
Sherman called, 'Tve concluded to
mako an exception In this man's case.
The orders are that all citiz.ens shall
leave Atlanta within twenty-four hours.
l*his man mint leave hero within an
hour. If ho doesn't, shoot him." Ever
since the war this old man lias been
called "Old Exception.’’—San Frnncis
co Argonuut.
Jupiter.
One of the elementary lessons in as
tronomy is that tho planets differ from
tho sun and stars in shining, not by
their own light, but by tlie reflected
light of the sun, Juntas the moon does.
Recent changes, however, in tlie u|»-
pearance of Jupiter indicate that that
planet gives out additional light of its
own. Tho middle zone of Jupiter is
ordinarily of n cream color, but for
several yearn it has shone with a ruddy
tint, which Ims given place again to
the usual shade. It lias been thought
that this is due to tho inherent light of
the mass of tlie planet, which is gen
erally obscured by the whiter cloud at
mosphere around it Tho fact, recently
observed, that the fourth of Jupiter's
satellites, whose power of reflecting
may lie compared to thut of our moon,
looks black when crossing tiie disk of
tlie planet is also supposed to prove
that Jupiter shines with a light of its
own, and must, therefore, have an in
tense heat—New York Ledger.
Too Suggestive.
Miss Dc Pretty—Let’* form a secret
society.
Miss Du Pink—Let's. Just liko the
Odd Fellows and Red Men. Call K tlie
“Ancient Order of—of King's Daugh
ter’s.”
Miss De Blond—Or tlie “Ancient Or
der of Dianas.”
Miss De Young—Or tlie “Ancient
Order of American’’—
Miss Oldmald—Oil, don’t let’s cull it
the ancient order of anything.—New
York Weekly.
“Ilore, John, Hand Mo My Olana Coat.**
A process has been discovered and
machinery perfected by which waste
glass can lie manufactured into cloth.
Among tlie many advantages which
tliis textile will have over other fabrics
it is claimed that It is incombustible,
can be made in all colors and of any
desired strength or thickness.—New
York Journal.
The German emperor is a voracious
newspaper reader. Fifty of the leading
journals of Europe are laid on his table
every morning, and immediately after
breakfast he plunges through them,
shears in hand, nipping any item that
strikes his fancy.
NO ELECTRIC BELLS THERE.
Tl»f* Primitive Method of Calling Serv-
MiitN at a Sulphur SpringH Hotel.
Think of a grand hotel where the
room numbers run as high as 799 being
without an elevator I It is easier to
climb Prospect mountain back of tho
Colonnade row of cottages than it is to
mount the various stairways to the top
floor. Perhaps some time in tho near
future there will be further concessions
to the spirit of modern Improvement. ■'
The Held exists. Here is a hotel with a
parlor half as largo again us the cast
room of the White House. l#"hns H
long dining room, with two rows of
columns. If you stand at one end and
shout you can’t bo heard at the other.
Twelve hundred people can sit down to
the 150 tallies without any sense of
crowding. This hotel covers more than
an acre of ground. It doesn’t contain
a bathroom. It lias no annunciator.
Some day tile guest may be able to
pi-ess a button and make ills existence
known to the olilco a quarter of a mile
away. At present tho method is to
open your door, stick out your head
and “holler.” To the credit of White
Sulphur It can be said that two or
three “hollers” will usually do.
Tim servant system is peculiar to
White Sulphur. It works as satisfau
torily as such a system can. Southern
ers like It. for It reminds them of old
times. Northerners do not object so
long as the charm of novelty wears.
To every hallway in the big hotel are
assigned a floor man and a couple of
chambermaids. They are not pert.
They aro colored men and women who
learned tho ways of faithfulness and
politeness when there was JjSflOO differ
ence between a house servant and a
field hand in “Virginny.” Most of
these servants had “ben a-comin’ to
ole White, sail, senoe befo’ the.wall.”
They have their little rooms partitioned
off at tlie ends of the hails or across
the stairway landing, and there they
livo and sleep so as to respond prompt
ly to the calls of guests.
if my young ludy, coming up from
the ballroom at fifteen minutes before
midnight, thinks of some message she
wants to give tho chambermaid, she
taps with her hand on the door knoli
and culls:
“Lu-cy I”
A pause. “Lu-cy 1” This time a lit
! tie louder, and another pause. Then
again, “Oh, Lu-cy I"
Prom down the hull comes by this
time tlie sleepy reply:
“Ya-us'm. I’se cornin’.”
There is a shuffling rtf feet along tlie
hallway matting, and then a conversa
tion In a low tone. Tlie voioo of tho
belle says a little louder at tho close:
"Remember, Lucy I”
Tlie voice of the chambermaid re
plies.
"Yu-us’ni.”
The door closes. Tho shuffling sound
passes buck down tho hull and dies
away. Fifteen or twenty people In ad
jacent rooms turn over in bed and try
to go to sleep again. Nobody thinks
of kicking. It is only one of tho White
Sulphur ways.—Sulphur Springs Cor.
St. Louis Globe-Democrat.
A Lightning KplMMln.
A colored man, about 40 years of
age, entered police headquarters yes
terday witli his hood tied up and said
to tlie sergeant:
"Boss, I want your ophiyun. Look
at dls head an’ tell mo what you think
of It."
“I think somebody guvo you a pretty
good wliack with a club.” replied the
officer.
“Was It a club?"
“It was a weapon of some sort. ”
“Wasn’t I hit by lightning l"
“Lightning? No."
“Wasn’t lilt by lightning las’ ulte?"
“How could you lie, when there was
no thunder storm last night?”
“’Zactly—’zactly. Dot’s all.”
“How did you get it?"
"Woke up dls muwuin* wid do ole
woman standin’ ober de bed. Slie laid
it on to de lightnin’, but de mo’ I think
de ino’ I didn't believe it I'ze suah
now.”
“And you”
“Well, I’ze gwine home to make de
biggest thunder sto’rn you eber heard
I tell of. An* if de lightnin' doon’ strike
■nighty cl us to my house at least a
dozen times don I won’t say a word
when de patrol wagin comes!”—Detroit
Free Press.
John Flsko.
It is a curious fact and one not wide
ly known of John Fiske, the writer,
that his real name is not John Fiske at
all, but Edmund Fiske Green. He
was born in Hartford, Conn., forty
eight years ago, tlie only child of Ed
mund and Mary Fiske Green. Wliilo
yet a mere boy his father died, and
three years later Mrs. Green married
the Hon. Edwin W. Btonghton, United
States minister to Russia. Up to this
time the lad had been known as Ed
mund Fiske Green, but after tliis, for
some reason of ills own, he dropped his
father’s family name, retaining tliat of
his mother, Fiske, and adopted in place
of the baptismal “Edmund" the name
of his maternal great-grandfather,
“John,” and thus he became John
Fiske, a name which ho has retained
and honored ever Mince. —New York
Evening Sun.
Where lie Wta Shot.
Coroner (to the physician who exam
ined the wounded man) —Where was
the man shot, doctor?
Doctor—ln tho lumbar rggion.
Coroner —In the lumber region?
Why, tho policeman has just sworn
that ho was shot in a coal yard. —Texas
Siftings.
NO 3.