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THE HENRY COUNTY WEEKLY
VOL. XVII.
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Gko W. Bryan | W. T. Dtckrn.
ItRVAI A UK Kll^
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
McOonoi.oii, •!a.
Will practice in the comities composing
the Flint Judicial Circuit, the Supreme Court
of Georgia and the United States District
Court. apr*27-ly
y
. ’ ATTORNEY AT LAW.
, * M,oi)o»oton, (.a. • '
Will practice in all the Courts of Georgia
Special attention giten to commercial and
other collections. Will attend allthe Courts
it, Hampton regularly. Office upstairs-over
Jhk Wkkki. • office.
A. IIKOWN.
’ ATTORNEY AT LAY/.
McDonocoh, Ga.
Will practice in all the counties compos
ing the Flint Circuit, the Supreme Court of
Georgia and the United States District
Court. ianl-ly
J_J A. PUEPLKS,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
llamctOn, Vi», .
Will practice in'all the counties composing
the Flint Judicial Circuit, the Supreme Court
of Getugia and the District Court of the
United States. Special and prompt atten
tion given to Collections, Oct 8, 1888
Jno. I). Stewart, j R.T. Daniel
NTEIVART A HAtilEli,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
Gkipvir, Ga.
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ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Gate City Nutioal Bank Building,
- Atlanta, Ga,
Practices in the State and Federal Courts.
jjt I’. WHKJIN,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
H mp'ton, tin.
Will practice in all the State and Feder
al courts. Collections a specialty, and
prompt attention given to all business en
trusted to me.
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ABSOLUTELY PURE
I WILL BE WORTHY OF IT.
j 1 may not reach the hights 1 seek,
My untried strength may fail me ;
Or, halfway up the mountain peak,
Fierce tempest may assail me :
But though'tint place I never gain,
Herein ties comfort for my pain—
I will be worthy of it.
I may not triumph in success,
Despite my earnest labor ;
I mar not grafp results that bless
’The efforts of my neighbor ;
But though my goal I never see,
This thought shall always dwell with me—
I will be worthy of it.
The golden gloiy of love’s light
• May never fall on my way ;
My path may always lead through night,
I,ike some deserted bywav ,
But though life’s dearest joy I miss,
There lies a nameless joy in this—
-1 will be worthy of it.
One of the poorest men on earth is
the one who has no time or inclination
to do anything except try to make mon
ey.—Ex.
The merit of Hood’s Sarsaparilla is
not accidental but is ihe result of care
ful study and experiment by educated
pharmacists. ,
“What is sweeter than to have a
friend that you can trust ?” asked
■Jones. “To have a friend who will
trust you," replied Brown.
Mrs. Ruggs—Why do you dislike
Dr. Curem ?
Mrs. Muggs—He cured my hus
band’s rbeumati-m, so he can' never
tell when it is going to rain, and last
week I spoiled a brand new hat.
She —Women cannot be satirical,
any more than they can be humorous.
I le—lf that’s so, how is it that when a
man proposes, after courting a girl jpr
seven years she §ays: “Oh, Qdorge,
t his is so sudden !”
Nearly all women have good hair,
though many are gray, and few are
bald. Hall’s Hair Renewer restores
the natural color, and thickens the
growth of the hair.
It is stated that Gen. Weaver, the
People’s candidate for President, is
very fond of buttermilk. The Boston
Advertiser thinks he will need to brace
up on something stronger on the morn
ing after the election.
Here is a knock down seutence from
Major Black’s speech at Grawfordville :
“The man who would play upon the
prejudices of the poor to hurt the rich,
would if the occasston presented, use
the money of the rich to grind the
poor.”
It is now estimated that the fruit,
watermelon and vegetable crops this
year brought $317,000 into Houston
county. There was shipped flora the
county this year 190 carloads of peaches
and 534 carioads of watermelons. With
fair crops next year these figures will he
nearly doubled.
The following is taken from the an
nouiicemeut of a third party candidate
in the. Worth County Local: “I be
lieve the government ought to own all
means of transportation, including
horses, mules and oxen, and be com
pelled to feed them and let every man
ride that wauts to.”
Neighbor No. I.—“ Does the noise of
my children disturb you ?”
Neighbor No. 2.—“ Oh, I 'ike it.”
“Do pou, really ?”
“Yes, indeed. My husband’s rela
tives are rather nervous people, and
they never stay longer than a day or
two now.”
“I am in a doubtful State,” remark
ed a confiding young man to a stranger
he met on the cars.
“Where do you live ?” asked the
stranger.
“Right here in Naw York ”
“New York is no doubtful state. It
is solid for Cleveland.”
“That don't do roe any good. I pro
posed last night and have baeu neither
accepted or rejected, so 1 am in a
doubtiul state, no matter how New
York gees. llowtheNew York girls
goes is what bothers me.”
Best H love fitting Corset in the
south for SI.OO. Rcket Store.
McDonough, ga.. Friday. September 23, isou.
GEORGIA ITEMS.
Indications point to a number of
northern visitors at the YYhigham this
winter.
Pike couuty man, aged 89, was mar
ried last week to a lady, his junior by
half a century.
The registration of public school stu
dents in Marietta foots up 355 white
and 355 colored.
Supt. W. L Woodward of the Kin
caid mills at Griffin has tendered his
resignation to take effect October
1.
The stockholders of the Crown cot
ton mills of Dalton are considering the
advisability of increasing the capacity I
of the plant.
Augusta’s new liquor ordinance re
quires saloons to close at 11 o’clock at
night and permits no screens or other
obstruction to the view.
• . R. Mercer of Dawson has bought
50,000 young peach trees of the Elberta
variety, and will plant them on his
land in the eastern part of the city.
Cotton is low, it is true, but most of
the Decature farmers made small ac
counts this year, and a majority will
come out “ahead of the hounds” any
how.
Quitman Sun : S. R. Swilley, Sr.,
has been over to Tifton and inspected
the tobacco barns. He brought back
sampies of bright plug tobacco, cured
in a S4O barn, which sells for 50 cents
a pound. The sample is beautiful.
The low price of cotton and the high
price of bacon are causing the farmers
around Wiugham to put their hogs in
their pindei fields and it is safe, to say
that there will he plenty of home raised
bacon next year and a surplus be
sides.
Bigus Daniels, a white man from
Upson county, was given a preliminary
trial before Commissioner Erwin at
Macon Friday afternoon on the charge
of illicit distilling, and was bound over
under a S2OO bond, in default of which
he wfts committed to jail.
4" The citizens of Dodge county are 1
enthusiastic over the prospects of their
approaching county fair, which prom
ises to he a big success. The fair will
open Oct. 12. At its close the entire
display ought to be taken to Macon
and exhibited at the state lair.
Americas Times Recorder: Cotton
pickers have had a week of fine weath
er, and have made good use of it. The
low price of the staple has necessarily
reduced the price of picking to 35 and
40 cents per hundred. This is very
poor compensation, but even at that
low rate the picker gets more out of it
than the producer.
Griffin Morning Call: We are sor
ry to learn that just at present there is
more sickness in Gritfin than usual at
this time of the year. One physician
says that it comes round in cycles, one
year out of every five being unhealthy;
when there is not enough disease to
alarm any one. Still, Gritfin has a
reputation for general healthfuluess
that we are anxious to maintain.
Robert Yancy, the young man who
shot his brother-in-law, James Daniels,
about two months ago near Forest
Station, has gone crazy. Since ti e
killing Yancy has been at his home,
eight miles from Atlanta. In the past
ten days he has been acting very
strangely. A few days ago it became
necessary to place him in close confine
□lent to prevent his doing any damage
to himself in anyway. He will be tried
on a writ ol lunacy in Henry county
and will probably be sent to the lunatic
asylum.
Macon has had another addition to
her citizenship in the person of no less
a gentleman than the Ilev. Joseph
\1 unday, whose fame has no geograph
ical limits in this country. He has
gone to Macon to live and has taken
with him his family. Mr. Munday’s
life reads like a romance and has been
crowded full of sensational and pictures
que incidents. He was originally a
clown in a circus and made quite a
name in the riug. From this happy
go-lucky life be was abruptly divorced
by his conversion to the church. He
then became an evangelist and a dos
ciple of John Wesley, and his peculiar
talent made him famous. His utter
ances are rich, forceful and his delivery
dramatic and effective. He is the orig
inator and promoter of the scheme to
build a home for fallen women iu Nash
ville and he achieved his darling am
bition. He has labored with great ef
fect and good among women leading
abandoned lives and has rescued many
an unfortunate woman from her down
ward course.
As a general rule, it is best not to
correct costiveness by use of saline or
drastic medicines. When a purgative
is needed, the most prompt, effective,
and beneficial, is Ayer’s Pills. Their
teudeuey is to restore, and not weaken,
the moral action of the bowels.
POLLY’S WEDDING.
BY HKBBKRT ST. CI,AIK
Thrice had been called the banns of
marriage between John Anthony
Brine, bachelor, and Mary Ellen Prim
rose, spinster, both of Treverton, in
the county of Devon ; thrice had prot
tv Polly Primrose—from the Prim
rose pew—smiled sweetly at tin* good
old clergyman while lie performed
this highly interesting ceremony ; and
thrice had Jack Brine endured the
same ordeal, but with far less ielf-po
session, as he sat in the free seats low
er down burying a very red face in his
prayer book, until he remembered that
people might ihink he was reading the
marriage service ; and then throwing
his head back ar.d glaring round de
fiantly with a look which said as plain
ly as possible: “Ah, you may giggle,
but wouldn’t some of you fellows like
to be in my shoes ; and, may hap,
there’s two or three of you girls who
wouldn’t miud being in Polly’s!”
‘‘Well, the third Sunday came and
went, and the wedding was to take
place on the following Friday. There
was to be a grand gathering of friends
at Primrose Farm after the ceremony.
All their friends declared that the
wedding would be an unfortunate one,
for had not the youug people been
present at the calling of their own
banns ! —a most unlucky sign, they
said. And the wedding to tako place
on Friday, too! —the most unlucky ol
all days of the week !
But it was Polly’s choice, and so
Friday was decided upon.
Polly was ail orphan and lived
with her uncle and at the farm. Far
mer Primrose was not ; it is true,
much in favor of the marriage ; lie had
always wauted young Squire Trever
ton as a husband for his niece, that
young gentleman having made half
hearted loye to Polly for some time
past. But Polly loved Jack Brine and
Jack loved Polly ; and as Jack had a
very good character as a manly young
fellow, and had since his father-’s death,
eighteen mouths ago, made a very good
thing of the Cross Hill Farm, there
was really no excuse for keeping the
vouug people apart.
All wen! well until,. 'Ve.jjicjsjjpy be
fore the 'wedding. Invitations for
the party were sent broadcast; and on
ly a wonderful little manager like
Aunt Primrose could have arranged
for the seating and feeding and amus
ing of such a numerous company.
“Bless you, Polly,” the dear old
creature would say, “your wedding
party will be the talk of the country
side for mauy a year ; and yon deserve
it, my dear, you have been a gaod girl
to me.”
Alas! on the Wednesday, young
Squire Treveatou, lately returned from
Loudon, drove up to Primrose Farm in
his dog-cart, and almost at the same
lime a dark cloud seemed to come into
the bi ight sky.
The squire had a private interview
with Farmer Primrose, and then drove
away. What transpired at that inter
view need not bo told. The lie that
was uttered has long since been nailed
down, and ths utterer thereof has
been made to stand exposed and asham
ed before the whole of the little world
of Treverton. Suffice it to say that if
the charge against Jack Brine con
tained in that lie had been true, Far
mer Primrose would have been quite
justified in breaking off his niece’s mar
riage, even at this eleventh hour. The
farmer took too much for granted when
he conderned Jack unheard. In spite
of his wife’s gentle remonstrance, lie
flew into a violent rage, swore that
there should be no marriage, sent a
long and contemptuous letter to
Cross Hill Farm by one farm servant,
a short, curt note to tlie vicarage by an-
other, and then stormed and raved
about the house for a good hour, the
result being that before nightfall the
whole country side was ringing with
the news that Jack Brine had done j
something dreadful, and there was to:
be no marriage on Friday.
Meanwhile, Jack was away at Kxe- 1
ter, making some business arrange- j
meuts, so that he might have a good
fortnight’s holiday. He started on
Thursday. The train had scarcely
steamed out of the station when a
heavy snowstorm broke over the coun
try. The consequeuce was that mid
da) he found himself landed at a little
station, fifteen miles from his home,
and not a conveyance to he had.
The snow was coming down in
blinding sheets, and making the roads
all but impassable. Jack enjoyed a
good meal at the solitary little inn of
the place, and then set out manfully to
walk to Cross Farm.
j It was a fearful walk. He lost bis
way twice, made twentyfive miles of the
j journey at least, and, finally, arrived
I home exhausted and half frozen, with
|in a couple of hours of mid-night. He
I did not look at his letters, but after
| giving strict orders to be awakened at
j eight next morning, ho tumbled iuto
the bed.
11.
Friday morning broke, and the snow
was still falling slightly, although the
fury of the storm was past.
When Jack woke, he sprang out of
bed like a giant refreshed, and came
singing into the big kitchen, where he
ate his breakfast iu a very joyous
frame of mind.
Then it was that a letter beside his
plate caught bis attention. He picked
it up, opened and read it. For a mo
ment his face assumed an ashen pale
ness.
“Curse him 1” he gasped at last, I
know whose foul work this is. That
scandal was never cleared up as it
should have been. I was a weak fool
to treat it with contempt; the girl, of
course, will be paid to bear false wit
ness against me. What can I do ?
What can I do?”
He stood swaying to and fro for a
minute, the letter crumpled in his
clenched hand. His old housekeeper
stood at the doorway and watched him
with frightened glances, wondering
what was to follow.
Jack suddenly smoothed out the
letter and read it.
‘••And so, Farmer Primrose, you
believed him beforo me,” he murmur
ed between his teeth, and you have
written to tell the parson there will be
no wedding. Well, we shall see.”
There was an ugly, stern look on
his face. Striding from the room he
went straight to the stables and sad
dled tho big gray mare.
“Tom,” I ,e shouted, and a lad ap
peared from the inner recesses of a
cow shed ; “saddled Dobbin and ride
as fast as you cau to Treverton Vicar
age.”
The hoy started and said nothing,
while His master led the gray mare
saddled and bridled out of the stable.
“And tell the parson,” went on Jack,
as he vaulted into the saddle, “that the
ffiftrriage will come off, after alt and to
be ready in tho church at tho time ar
ranged.
Then he clattered out of »ho yard,
and horse and rider disappeared down
the road in a cloud of snow.
Meaniime things were going quietly
at Primrose Farm. The farmer had
sworn that there should be a party,
just the same, and that Polly was well
rid of a scamp, and had better look
cheerful, and maybe she would not
have to look far for an honest mail and
a gentleman (meaning Squire Trever
ton.)
l’olly wept until her eyes were red,
and worried her poor little self in vain
endeavors to imagine why Jack did
not write aud explain.
Aunt Primrose went about her dit
ties nobly, and did her best to cheer
Polly, but it was a hopeless business
altogether.
And now the guests began to arrive,
and not many who had been invited
failed to make their appearance. The
invitations had not been recalled, and
the good peopleof Treverton
and neighborhood saw no rea
son why they should forego tbeir
dinnerand the chance of hearing
more about the scandal The conse
quence was that poor Polly had to re
ceive the young men and maidens of
the surrounding district, and laugh
with them aud return their compli
merits of the season as though nothing
had happened. She bore herself
bravely, however, and did not show
her grief to the good folks who were
j watching her ; for she was a proud lit-
tie lassie, ami tolil herself that she
would he worthy of .lack. Neverthe
less, there was awkward air upon the
assembly, ami this increased as the
time arrived, when the wedding party
should have set out for the church.
The farmer blustered about and en
deavored heroically to introduce a spir '
it of jovialty into the proceedings, hut j
he was not etniueuly successful.
Presently, when the company were
whispering together in little knots
about the room, a kuock was heard at
the door, and all heads were turned ex
pectantly.
The door opened, and a young man
■ enveloped in a heavy fur coat entered
the room. He had aristocratic feat
! ures and an easy attractive manner.
This was young Squire Treverton and
Karine- Primrose immediately pressed
■ forward to welcome him.
Before long the party wa3 alive
The young squire was so good natured,
so ready to please, and distributed his
favors with such delightful impartiality
that every one was soon in the best of
humor. Every one except Polly, who,
although she knew nothing certain,
could not fail to associate all her troub
le with the young squire’s previous
visit.
After awhile, the distinguished visi
tor made cautious advances to the
niece of the house, but Polly was not
responsive. She sat by the fire side,
and he leaned over her chair and whis
pered sweet nothings. He was re
marka blv clover at this sort of thing.
“I should like to make you a pres
ent, Miss Primrose. Now what would
yon like be3t in all the world ?”
The squire had just asked this ques
tion when, and beforo Polly could
make any reply, the door was flung
violently open, and a tall figure ap
peared in the doorway, heralded by a
gust of snow laden wind. He was
smeared and patched with snow as
though he bad bad a fall or two, and
in his right hand be held a heavy hunt
ing crop.
The women folk gave a little scream
in unsion, the men looked at one an
other and did nothing. Farmer prim
rose stepped forward with rage in his
face, and the squire turned very pale,
and steadied himself against the wall.
The new-comer took no notice of
all this ; hut, after one swift glance
round the room, he walked across to
the fire-place, where Polly, havhip
risen to her feet, was standing and
watching him with open mouth and
glistening eyeK.
As he held out his arras she flew to
him, fluug her arms round his neck,
nestled hqr curly head in a great patch
of snow on his breast, and murmured
simply,—
“Jack 1”
“That is the answer to my question,
I suppose,” muttered tho squire as
he stepped back into the shadow.
lack carefully and tenderly drew
Polly to his left side, so as to leave bis
right baud free, and then faced the
company.
“What is the meaning of this, sir ?”
cried the farmer fiercely.
“It means that I have come lor my
wife, Farmer I’rimroan,** raid ttnrytnmg
man boldly. “I have not come here
to talk or to defend my character, hut
I have come for Polly. If you mean
to do the right thing, and give your
niece away, you can follow us to the
church ; hut 1 warn you we shan’t
wait long.”
Without another word he walked
across tho room to tho open door, with
Polly clinging to his arm, and for a
moment none daresay him nay.
As the couple disappeared through
the doorway, however, tho company
returned from their bewilderment, aud
urged by the common instinct of curi
osity, made a rush for the road.
Farmer Primrose, who had been
struck by the suburb audacity of the
young man, now woke to the fact
that something must be done. He, too
made a rush for the road, but it is no
easy matter to get through a crowd of
chattering girls and chuckling men,
who are not paying the least attention
to you, except perhaps to obstruct you.
The result was, that the farmer, after
much puffing, forced bis way to the
front. Jack was mounted on the gray
mare, with Polly in his arms, at least
so the girls say who were present on
that eveDtful occasion, and I am in
clined to take their evidence on such a
point. There are, it is true, some of
the men folkß who say that she sat be
hind him and hugged him round the
waist, so as not to fall off. Anyhow,
there can he no doubt that they were
both safely mounted on the back of the
gray mare.
As the farmer rushed forward .Jack
touched the mare with his heel and
awiy she w-suf, plungmg ‘ hr:’ lv
thr ni h the soo v and l>< a ; her
doublo hiir-t- ii r gio ■'allmiK ; a I he
youig puOpr! i i ti e owl, a d at the
f :rm'"ou <* d'ww. <*o iM restrain ihom
bui. s no li nger, luu sent ou the
crisp air a liuging cheer of encourage
ment.
The farmer was not to be haflled,
however, and as soon as he could sad
die a hotse set off in pursuit. But
; fortune favors the brave, and while
Jack and his bride reached the church
without accident; the hot headed far
mer had several unlucky tumbles in
the snow drifts.
When he dually arrived at Trevor
ton church he met the young people
coming out looking very happy.
I might prolong my story by telling
you how the farmer stormed, how he
") ( ENTS A COPY.
gave in, how tho truth came cut
that very ciay, when Squire Treverton
was proved to he a villiau, and how
the happy couple returned to tho farm
and received a triumphant reception.
> l!il1 1 ,lave tol '* >ou how, after all,
l’ollj 'a wedding came off. and as for
the rest, well, you can guess that with
out ray assistance, I am sure.
A Tale of a Shirt.
‘•I now carry three" dozen laundred
shirt with me when I traveled, and
divide them among half a dozen grips
and trunks as an insurance against ac
cident," sail Clarence G. Steadman, a
commercial pilgrim with headquarters
at the Lindell to a St. Louis Globe-
Democrat man “Last summer I reach
ed Atlantic, Ja., the abiding place of
my best girl, Saturday noon. My
trunk failed to connect, an expected re
mittance did not arrive, and there I
was stuck, without mouey to l«ty a
change of linen, and the young lady
expecting me to tea. I had nothing to
do, so couceivcd the brillient idea of
remaining :n my room and sending my
linen to my laundry witTi a quick-time
order. I did so, and in ten minutes
the porter rapped at the door and told
me Miss So and So was in the parlor
with a number of other young ladies,
waiting fur me. I took the porter into
my confidence, anil he went down and
bawled out that ‘Mistah Steadman
couldn’t come down cos he don sent his
shirt, to Lite wash,’ Then the girls
pounded on the piano and sang ‘The
S. ig i l tho Shirt.’ At this picture
the I hi ml ry kid came to the foot of the
stairs and yelled out that “the boss say
lie can’t git that are shirt done afore to
moner.’ Well, 1 wrapped .a sheet
around me and strode up and down my
room, engaged in silent prayer, while
the girls in the parlor howled like a
female hoarding school on a holiday.
There was a rap ou the door and the
laundry kid, with a suspicious grin,
handed in a bundle. The boss was
ni'staken, and my troubles were at an
end. 1 got into the clothes, but they
were evidently not mine.’ The bifur
cated garments had a lot of fizagig trim
ming around the bottom. They were
roomy enough, but the room was not
in at the right place. A man who
wear sucli.- except on
compulsion, should be made an exam
ple of. The shirt was cut low at the
top and bottom had a fretwork bosom
and no sleeves. I thought perhaps it
was a now stylo just imported from
I’oscy county ; got into it, tied a hand
kerchief around my neck, and was pre
paring to descend when an old maid
hoarder at the hotel came to inform mo
that her laundry had been delivered at
my room by mistake. She was in a
hurry for it and insisted that 1 hind it
out at once. As I could not do so she
alarmed the house with acrv of ‘thieves’
and the city marshal broke into my
room at the head of a mob while I
was trying to find my way out of that
lingering eternity of a shirt. I don’t
go to Atlantic now.”
A liriile From a Collin.
“I married my wife on the day I
expected to attend her funeral,’’ said
Abram Poindextei to the Idle Hour
Club that was holding a seance at the
Southern, St. Louis. “That was twenty
five years ago, in Richmond, Va. We
were t<> have been married on Jan. 1,
but on Christmas day the young lady
was taken ill, and on the last of (he
old year she died apparently. The fu
neral was to occur at an early hour
the next morning and she was placed
in a coffin that evening.” About mid
night I went tq the room where she
lay and the watchers withdrew to the
hall. I sat down and bowed my head
upon the coffin, overwhelmed by my
loss. I sat there perhaps ten minutes
when I heard a scratching inside tho
coffin, then a stifled sob. My nerves
already strained to their utmost tension,
seemed to snap, and I stood up and
screamed like a hysterical woman. The
watchers lln.ught I had becomo insane,
and tried to take me away. I was
powerless to speak, and could only
point to the coffin. They did not un
derstand me, and presisted in taking
mo away. I broke from them and
strove to tear off the coffin lid with my
fingers. They called for help, but all
the men in Uicbraond could no have
held me back. I ripped that coffin lid
to splinters, drugged the young lady
from it and rushed into the open air
with her. The people were too much
horrified to follow me instantly. They
called in the police to confine me, but
when they found me the young lady
had her arms around my neck and we
were both laughing and crying like a
couple of children. The minister
came to preach the funeral, but per
formed the marriage ceremony instead.”