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THE HENRY COUNTY WEEKLY. A JOURNAL DEVOTED TO HOME RULE, TARIFF REFORM AND BOURBON DEMOCRACY. VOL. XV. rph w |||gg|y jIKII me POWDER Absolutely Pure. This powder never* vines. A marvel of purity, strength oiid wholesrtnicness. More -economical than the ordinary kinds, and. cannot lie sold in competition wit ntul tilmi,' ot low test, short. or phospffitte pOwihrs. Sold only in cans. Royal Bakino Powokr Co., 106 Wall street, New York. , novl3-ly PROFESSION A i. CA I!l>s. «. I*. < tMI'BIXI,, 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. j . wiiiia 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. j jic. it. j. tn viML Hampton. Ga. I hereby tender my professional service to the people of Hampton and surrounding coifntry. Will attend all cal’s night and day. | on:* fj. i vi:. ATTORNEY AT LAW, Gate City Natioal Bank Building, Atlanta, Ga, Practices in tl»e Slate and Federal Courts* GRIFFIN FOUNDRY AND Machine Works. I'lTe announce to flic Pul>l:c that we are t » prepared to manufactui*> Engine Boil 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. Osi»OU> X WAMOIT. Hail ro a d Srh ed it I es. Georgia Midland X Gulf Railroad. soi Tn Leave McDonough 7:00 a. in. Arrive Greenwood 7.27 “ “ Loud la 7 :25 “ “ Griffin . . 8:05 “ NORTH. Leave Griffin 4:00 p. m. Arr ve Louella 4:40 “ “ Greenwood 4:48 “ “ McDonough 5:05 *• M. E. GRAY, Sup’t. SOMETP’KG RICE FREE. Send yonraddress to b W WYcnn, Gen. Pass. Agei*, v ; ast iVr.n. Viripnja oL Georgia Lines. Knoxville, -cnn.. he wiii send you « Handsome lithographic **cp, postage pa'dL 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.