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II. JAM. C. HII’PARP.
Physician and Surgeon,
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lon Block, up wtair*. Apnl 14-tf.
WALLACE MATHEWS, H. D.,
PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON.
WAYCKOSS, : : : : GEORGIA.
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voman highly gifted.
But so very frail withal.
That the world declared her fallen.
And rejoiced in her fell.
As death's shadows gathered round her.
And life’s day drew to a close,
Bade her friends put on her tombstone.
Those two meaning words: "God
knows."
A Story of a Practical Joke.
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WE GAN!
As I read the touching story.
How it thrilled me through and through.
For I felt her life had sorrows
That the cold world never knew.
Ah! God knows how much of anguish.
Oft is ma*’e ns by our foes.
How we softer by their slander
And the world’s deceit, "God knows.”
Sometimes, wanderin^in the darknr
Not a ray of light Is ours.
And life’s plain becomes a desert
Unrelieved by trees or flower*.
Then how often we are tempted
By the gold which crime bestows:
How to overcome we struggle
And how often fail. God knows.
Few there are with lives so happy.
That their life-boats drift away.
With no ripple of the waters
And no dimming of the day.
Often on our way we falter.
Struck perchance by cruel blows.
With no strength to push us onwni
And no voice to chccr, God know
Wc have seen the wild-binls flying.
Rise at to vc the fowlers aim.
After thinned hadlx-cn their numl*e
By the cruel shots that came.
And how often our Itetter nature
Rises high al*ove life’s woes.
Till i
e their she
And v
Hoi
e heed them not
Sod km*
for hr
And we search for that to love.
In our wanderings forgetting,
That its tourer rules all above;
How oftentimes sends out tendrils,
Each one clinging as it grows
To a something and is hmkeii
By a fitful Mast, God knows.
Life at best has much of sorrow.
Shadows arc as well as light;
Never was a day so brilliant
That it ended not in night.
And but for our hope of heaven
And its promised sweet repose,
We should faint ere half life's battle
Had been fought and won, Gi*d ki
It was 7 o’clock and Marjeval hadn’t
come In yet. Naturally madame, his
wife, a spirited little blond of six and
twenty years, was in a very bad humor,
as was also Toinette, the bonne, who had
looked in three times already to an
nounce that the dinner would be done to
a chip.
What in the world had happened to
“Of conrae, and it isn’t the first time
either!"
“No-o," said Phillipe, “not the first
time—and to finish the subject, let ns
read again."
But if Phillipe demanded silence of
his wife in order to return to Yds book it
was not to enjoy more at his ease the
prose of the romancer, but simply to be
undisturbed while thinking over this
discovery of his wife’s nntruthfnlness.
“Something is hidden from me here,”
he told himself. “I haven’t been in an
omnibus today; Toinette never goes ont
except on Sunday; this transfer ticket
didn't come here alone, and no one bnt
my wife conld have brought it. She has
been out, and she wouldn’t admit it t<
him? Some accident of course, for, ac- me because she had been somewhere that
enstomed to leave the office at an estab- j she didu’t want me to know. Yes* it’s
lished hour, Phillipe’s arrival could plain as a pipe stem—Jeannette deceives
usually be foretold to the minute. Real- ’me; that much, at least, I know!’’
ly it was frightful! Phillipe had surely And resuming his book Phillipe
been run over! That Montmartre cross- ; sought to take np the interrupted thread
ing doubtless! He was so reckless al- . of his story. Pains thrown away. His
ways, with an absolute mania for cross- | eyes were firmly fixed upon the printed
ing a street when it was filled with a ! text, but his thoughts were flyiug else-
pack of vehicles! Hark! no, a key grates where; he 6itnply conld not read; lie
in the lock! closed the covers brusquely and slammed
“Toinette! monsieur comes; quick, the book on the table,
bring in dinner!” Jeannette jumped with a little scream.
The door opened; Marjeval entered; “Heavens!” she cried, “have you lost
like
his wife flew to him. your senses, Phillipe, to startle
“There was an accident then, Phillipe: that?”
You aro hurt, crushed at last! 1 knew “Tell me the truth, then, Jeannette—
it; 1 told you sol It doesn’t astonish me you did go ont today, did you not?-’
the least in the world!” | "Go—out—to-day? Look here, Phil
“Hurt? Crushed? What the deuce, , lipe,” returned Jeannette angrily, “this
Jeannette, are you talking about? How i is a little too much? Why, here for ten
conld 1 he ‘crushed,’ I’d like to know?" | minutes past I’ve been sending the needle
“But—such a late return!" j into my finger instead of my work, nl>-
“Oh, 1 see; hut come, let ns have din- . sorbed by the thought that yon had
ner; I’m dying of hnnger. I’ll tell yon taken a ’bus to-day and would not tell
about it at table.”
“As you please, bnt everything's dried
np now. Nomatter, though, since you’ve
no bones broken.”
And while his wife placed the screen,
turned up the gas and ran her eye over
the silver to see that nothing was lock
ing, Marjeval drew off his topcoat ami
mopped his brow—for he had clearly
been on the run to reach home.
me!”
“Yes, yes; I know; that may be, bnt
you say this now only to turn me from
the matter in hand. I beg of yon, Jean
nette, to answer my question—yon dm
go out today, did yon not?”
“No, 1 did not; and as it was I tha*
asked j*ou a question first 1 demand to be
answered first.” And both of them cried
out at one and the same time:
“ ‘But l ten yon/ 1 cned, *1 tell you.
“ ‘A lie, voting woman; pay up at once
or off you go!’
“ ‘I tell you a lie, sir—1?’
“This was too much! Bang! and such
a thump as 1 gave him! The conductor
was going to slap me in retnrn, when the
gentlemau here, who had seen it all, in
terposed. The car was all in a commo
tion. A policeman came and pulled uv
outside. 1 begged monsieur, who had
seen it all, to come along too, and then 1
demanded that the agents bring me here
first, to the ltonse of my master, wh*«
would tell them that I am an honest git i.
and did not seek to cheat the company
agent
*te friends to place two meaning words
l<x! knows" on her tombstone. We can-
say tin? request has been heeded, if
•onpled with the sad ap-
I hope those li
peals of her quiet dust will remind li
lives and frfrnds of their negligence.
Ryal J. Pint.
Unfortunately, as he drew ont his j “Did you, or did yon not, take an out-
handkerchief he pulled out with it uu J tiibus today?"
omnibus transfer ticket, which fell on i Withthistherewasanominonspan.se.
the floor unseen. j Mme. Marjeval, desirous of ridding h**r-
The edge of his hnnger blunted, and I self of an unnecessary witness to con-
while attacking the remains of a pate de : jngal discussions, and whom the serv-
foiegras Phillipe became communica- ; ant’s coming and going in the salle
tive, and told his wife that passing the : a-manger greatly annoyed, turned sharp-
bourse coming home some one had ly and touched the bell,
clapped him on the shoulder, and that i “Toinette,” said she, “put the wood
“some one” was no other than Prondinc. j and coal in the corner and then yon arc
Madame tiptilted her nose with an air ; free to go to see your sister.”
that said plainly: The door had scarcely closed upon her
“And who, pray, is Proudine?" j when Phillipe, who had restrained his
“Proudine, you know," continued j rage only by drumming upon the table,
her husband, “whom I’ve told yon of a ! burst out furiously:
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VISITING CARD TO A POSTER
EXECUTED
A Ca.n Where True Love, Though It Did
Not Run Smooth, Conquered at Last.
From the day that I first spoke to her
I never had a thought of her ever being
the wife of any other man more than I
had of her being transformed into a
chest of drawers, and I formed my reso
lution at once to marry her as soon as
conld get permission, aud to get out
of the army as soon as I could, so tiiat
this matter was at once settled as firmly
as if written in a book of fate.
At the end of about six months my
regiment, and I along with it, were
moved to Frederickton.a distance of a
hundred miles np the river of St. John,
and what was worse, the artillery was
expected to go off to England a year or
two before onr regiment. The artillery
went, and she along with them; and
now it was that 1 acted a part becoming
a real and sensible lover.
I was aware that when she got to that
gay place Woolwich, the home of her
father and mother, necessarily visited by
numerous persons not the most select,
might become nnpleasant to her, and I
did not like besides that she should con
tinue to work hard. I had saved 150
guineas, the earnings of my early hours
in writing for the paymaster, the quar
termaster and others, in addition to the
savings of my own pay.
I sent her all my money before she
sailed, and wrote to her to beg of her, if
she fonnd her home uncomfortable, to
hire a lodging with some respectable
people, and at any rate not to spare the
money by any means, bnt to buy herself
good clothes and to live without hard
work until I arrived in England, and I,
in order to induce her to lay out the
money, told her that I should get plenty
more before I came home.
As the malignity of the devil would
have it, we were kept abroad two years
longer than onr. time; Mr. Pitt (Eng
land not being so tame then as she is
now) having knocked up a dust with
Spain abont Nootka sound. Oh, how 1
cursed Nootka sound, and poor, brawl
ing Pitt, too, I am afraid! At the end
of fouT years, however, home I came,
landed at Portsmouth and gotmydis
charge from the army by the great
kindness of poor Lord Edward Fitz
gerald, who was then major of my regi-
a
Try TUo
HEKAliD OFFICE
Fine Jon Printing.
I found my little girl a servant of all
work (and hard work it was at five
pounds sterling a year in the home of a
Captain Brisac, and without hardly say
ing a word abont the maiter she put
into my hands the whole of my 150
guineas unbroken!—“Advice to Young
Men,” William Cobbett.
The EtaMati of a Morel.
A young woman who has a kinder
garten in Avenue C has a practice of
telling the children stories. One day
she called for a retnrn of the favor,
whereupon a small girl began in a whis
per: “Once there was a father and a
mother, and the mother got sick, and
she said, ‘Be good to me, I’m aide.' And
she kept on being sick, and they died
in each other’s arms." Certainly, for
brevity and breadth, this laconic trag
edy could hardly have been better put.
In these thirty-five words there are ele
ments enough for a three column tale.—
New York Times.
thousand times, and whom 1 met at
Vincennes. A regular character, that
fellow—a journalist, practical joker and
ont and out Bohemian! It’s five years
since 1 saw him; judge then of my
amazement and pleasure, for Proudine
and I were always great chums. Brief
ly, we entered Beron’s to take an ab
sinthe together; Proudine was joking
and talking and time passed before 1
knew it.”
And dinner finished Marjeval got np,
whistling cheerfully, and passed to his
room to don his slippers and smoking
jacket.
Meanwhile his wife assisted Toinette
to clear the table; they sat inthesalle-a-
manger instead of the salon—because it
was warmer and made it necessary to
keep bnt one fire going. In stooping to
pick np a napkin, she suddenly per
ceived the “transfer” on the carpet, aud
mentally asked herself, “How did that
scrap of pasteboard come there?” add
ing, naturally enough, “Phillipe dropped
it of course.”
Marjeval just then returned with the
last new novel.
“Yon walked home, 1 think yon told
me, Phillipe, did yon not?" Jeannette
asked carelessly, as he came in. “Or
did yon take an omnibns?”
“No, 1 walked, as 1 said.”
“Yon are sure yon walked? Think
well!”
“Certainly, I’msnre; and what should
I think abont? The office is only some
twenty minntes from here!”
“You are positive then, Phillipe, yon
did not”
“See here, Jeannette, this is a bore!
Why shonld 1 say I’d walked if l*d
taken a bus? And why do yon ask this?"
“Why? Oh, only to know whether
yon are fatigued."
“What au idea!"
And Marjeval installed himself in an
easy chair by the fire, book on his knee
and paper knife in hand, while Jean
nette took her seat, opposite. Mme.
Marjeval, however, closely watching
him, was meutally discoursing with her
self.
“There's something under all this,”
thonglit she. “I liaveu’t been ont of the
house today; no more has Toinette.
This transfer couldn’t have got here
alone, therefore my husband brought it
He has taken an omnibus today and did
not wish me to know it; therefore he
has been in some place that he seeks to
conceal from me. His delay at dinner,
too—ah-h! 1 begin to see—that tale of
an old friend at the cafe was pore inven
tion. Phillipe is deceiving me, and 1
am determined to know why.”
And rising quietly she thrust the
famous ticket behind a candelabra on
the mantelpiece, Phillipe, absorbed in
his book, seeing nothing.
“lam going for my work," said she,
and left the room.
Five minutes passed and Phillipe, still
reading, took long pulls at his pipe.
Something was wrong with it; it refused
to draw, clogged and went out. Phillipe
rose impatiently for another match, and
groping on the mantel for the box his
eye alighted on the transfer ticket.
“Halloo!" he exclaimed, “Jeannette’s
been ont today. ’ The Bon Marche again,
of course, though she says she never
goes there”— Jeannette just then re
turned, embroidery in hand, and Phillipe
said carelessly:
“Yon have been ont I see, dearest, to
day in all this bad weather.”
“I? No, indeed! Such weather as this
would give a cat cold to venture ont in.”
“Xou nave staid at borne, men, alt
dav lone?"
‘There is no use denying it longer.
Jeannette; you’ve told me a story, and
told it to me because you were afraid to
tell me the truth! The fact is, and yon
know it well, all these comings and go
ings to the shops—the Louvre, Bon
Marche, etc.—are pretexts pure and si in
pie, just as the bath—every three days n
bath—I see it all now—is a pretext lik«
all the rest! Fool that I’ve been to have
suspected nothing! To have seen how
strange these bathing excuses were! It
is always so when one has confidence!”
“Eh? What’s that you are saying?"
cried Mme. Marjeval, whom very nat
urally, we must admit, this suspicion
deeply wounded. “If either of us lias
aught with which to reproach one’s self,
that one is not 11 These constant de
lays, these flimsy excuses—sometimes
one thing, sometimes another—a friend
at the cafe, overwork at the office—in
plain words are tales sewed with white
thread! It is not the first time either
that I’ve thought the same. Mme. Adel-
berg, your sous-chefs wife”
“There! 1 knew it! I knew that name
would come np before you were done.
Now look you, Jeannette, and mind
what I say. If ever yon speak that
name to me again”
“Threats, monsieur, threats to
Well, this is perfect! Til go, sir—go at
once back to my mother, poor soul!
Shell not be surprised”
“Go; go by all means, and if yon stay
till I come for yon, you’ll stay a long
while!”
And one word bronght on another in
this bitter sweet dialogue—which, from
the expressive pantomime that accom
panied it, was rapidly approaching u
crisis—when suddenly a turbulent stir
on the staircase was heard, the passage
door flew back, and Toinette, red as an
overripe tomato, her eyes bloodshot, her
dress disordered, and followed by two
Bergento-de-ville and a much beraedaled
little old man, burst breathlessly into
the saUe-a-manger.
“Ah, mon Dieu! mon Dieu! What’,
the matter, what’s happened? Toinette,
Toinette,” cried Mme. Marjeval alarmed,
quick, tell ns what’s happened?’
Toinette, the old gentleman and both
sergents-de-ville all responded, and kept
on responding in excited chorus; in the
avalanche of sound only the words
“tramway,” “prison,” “conductor,”
“ticket” and “honest girl” made them
selves heard. Marjeval threw np his
hands to heaven.
“If yon all talk at once, like this, 1
cried be desperately, “no one can under
stand. Stop, be quiet; yon speak, mon
sieur, please,” addressing the bemedaled
did party.
“No, monsieur, no,” Toinette cried.
"I’m the one that shonld tell it, since the
business concerns me!”
“Very well,” said Marjeval; “but first
calm yourself.”
“Then, monsieur and madame, it was
just this way, you see. My sister lives,
as I’ve told yon, in the Rue Poulet, just
off the Boulevard Ornano, and to reach
her house, as madam gave me permis
sion, I took the 8:30 tramway that puses
below and demanded a transfer. At
the Gare de l’Eot I got ont, ran for the
St. Ouen tramway, just that xuinnte
abont to start, got on and gave the trans
fer to the conductor. But the conductor
refused it. I was no good, he said, and
I must pay over again.
“•What? said L ‘Why, it isn’t three
minntes since they gave it to me! See.
yonder’s the car on which I earner
“ ‘Yes, yes, I know,* said the conduc
tor, ‘it’e no good, I tell yon; yon
pay. I say. or foot itrmv dear.’
that fool conductor said!"
“Maybe, miss,” suggested
smoothly, “you had another ticket in
your pocket?”
* ‘No, sir. only this," answered Toinette.
beginning to rummage vigorously; “how
conld I? 1 had just got off the car
and”
She stopped suddenly, drew ont her
hand, and there in the palm lay the
duplicate of transfer nninber one.
“Well!” said she staring stupidly,
“where did I get the bad one that I gave
the conductor?”
Mme. Marjeval meanwhile had been
examining the two bits of pasteboard
that Toinette held in her hand.
“See," said she suddenly, “where did
you get this one?’
“How shonld I know, madame—ah.
yes, now I see it all.”
“Well, well, quick, go on—where?"
“I am, madame, I am going on.
Madame recalls that before going ont I
put the dining room to rights, aud as
this transfer ticket was thrown upon the
mantel I brushed it into my apron in
tending later to put it into the fire”
“That same transfer again!” the eye.,
of M. and Mme. Marjeval said plainly
as they glanced at each other.
At the same instant there was a swift
rush in the corridor and the apartment
bell pealed turiouslv. Every one j ninja < 1.
Toinette flew to open the door; a gentle
whom she had never seen before
pushed by her hastily, darted through
the anteroom like a meteor and fell
breathlessly into a chair.
“You, Proudine!” cried Marjeval,
amazed.
’Yes, yes—I,” stammered the new
comer, more breathlessly still. ‘‘Phil
lipe, quick, tell me, did yon find in yonr
pocket an omnibus transfer ticket?*
‘This one, perhaps,” Marjeval re
turned wonderingly, pointing to the one
in Toinette’s hand.
“Exactly!” shouted Proudiue, seizing
it eagerly. “Heavens! I’m glad to find
it! Such a chase ms I’ve had!”
'Bnt look here, Proudine, what does
all this mean, and how the dickens did
that ticket get into my pocket?"
“The easiest thing in the world. It
conies from that devilish mania of mine
for practical joking! I put the ticket in
yonr pocket at the cafe, without reflect
ing that I had written on the back of it
the address of a friend—a friend who
expected me to dinner this evening, ami
whom I must find to explain.”
“Well," said Marjeval grimly, “if i*
were not for our old friendship, Proud
ine— However, let it go this time; only
all I have to say is that when yon next
try yonr jokes on any one it had better
not be on me!”
“What makes yon look so serious,
Phillipe?”
“No matter what; as 1 say, let it go;
it’s too long to tell, bnt, thanks to your
charming pleasantry, I’ve had a quarrel
with my wife and Toinette has come
within an ace of spending the night in a
police station.”
Prondine was desolate, heart broken,
but forced to go; to go at once, too, on
the jump. He was booked for 7; ’twas
now 8. “Madame, Messienr, Phillipe.
old boy, au revoir, au revoir!”
“Monsieur,” said a policeman, to the
bemedaled and patient old party, “it’s
time we were moving. Come, please.
As for yon, my girl, another time no
more slaps, remember.”
And the door closed upon the repre
sentative of the law.
“Phillipe!"
“Jeannette!”
“Will yon take back the—the bath?”
“With all my heart, dearest.”
“Very well, then, I’ll withdraw Mme.
Adelberg.”
And tho transfer ticket being safe
now in Proudine’s pocket, they fell into
each other’s arms.—Translated from the
French of Galipauj by E. C. Waggener
for Short Stories.
IVliat She Thought of SUfflUn*.
Slimkins was a creature who wore
trousers. He was rich and respectable.
He didn’t have to earn hia own living.
He was a butterfly of fashion. That's
why trousers looked queer on him. He
went to teas. He never led a german.
He hadn’t the capacity for that. He did
have the capacity, though, for falling in
love. As usual in such cases, he fell
in love with a superior girt Dreams
and dndes go by contraries. So did the
girt. She wonldn’t have it a little bit.
“What shall Ido? What shall I do?"
he moaned.
“You might commit suicide heroic
ally,” she suggested coldly.
“But that wonld be mnrder,” he ex
claimed, horrified.
“I think not,” she said assuringly.
“Any jury in the country would call it
justifiable homicide without leaving the
box.”—Detroit Free Press.
’ Why Electrle Lamps Blacken.
One of the most interesting results in
dicated by an investigation was that the
blackening of the lamp bulbs is not en
tirely due to the deposition of carbon
particles from the filaments, bnt is
largely owing to vapor of mercury left
in the lamp chamber by the Sprengct
pump. The evil was far less apparent
in lamps exhausted by pumps which did
not involve the use of mercury. The
reason of this blackening is a point
which should be cleared np by chemists.
It is suggested that minute quantities of
sulphur may exist in the filament, and
may combine with the traces of mer
cury vapor, forming, after a time, black,
solid mercury sulphide.—Pittsburg Dis-
nateb.
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