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oust as he was going to set that
gold mining company afloat,” growled
the corporal. “Drat that schoolmaster;
I wish he'd uever shown his handsome
face in these parts.”
“What, Grey! Whattcns he got to
do wi’ it?”
“Why, I heard,” said Wliitford, stol
idly, pulling his pipe. “Why. I heard
as there had been a sight o' talk about
our lass an' him. an’ that the school-
board had something to say about it—
nay, I heard as he had to leave for car-
ryin’ on with Elsie. They kept it mum,
but there was a big fuss made about it.”
“It he all my fault,” moaned the un
happy woman. “Gi kep’ the lass i’
short dresses when her ought to a wore
long gownds.”
As she spoke the door opened and a
figure glided into the room. It was
the pastor. His clothes were soiled and
torn, liis face was ghastly; a more
limp, dirty, disreputable personage it
was difficult to conceive. So comical
was his appearance that the corporal,
who possessed a strong vein of humor,
could, notwithstanding his awe for the
sacred personage, scarce keep his coun
tenance.
“Been in the wars, sir? Never mind,
a little soap an' water ’nil soon put ye
to rights. A little vinegar ’ud be a
good thing for your cheek, if it wasn’t
so broken and—”
“llowd thy tongue, mon,” the dame
interrupted; “let his reverence change
his clothes, an’ Oi’U fettle un up wi’
sweet verbs. ”
“Dear friends,” Dodd groaned, “you
see my plight—my bodily suffering you
can appreciate, but who can picture
the agony of mind I endure?”
“Who done it?” asked the corporal,
though the sly dog knew well enough
before he put the question.
“That son of Belial, Jack Wilders.”
“Well, parson, I reckon you left your
mark on him?”
“No. I am a man of deeds, not
blows; and mark me, Mr. Whitford,
that man shall wash away these stains
with tears of anguish.”
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CHAPTER VII.
FRANK GREY SECURES AN APPOINTMENT
AND LOSES IT.
“And this is a Sabbath day in great
new Babylon of Chicago,” Grey mused
as he wended his way one Sunday
morning to the post office. lie was not
strait-laced in his opinions nor in
any way puritanical, but the utter dis
regard of that Day of Rest he had from
childhood been accustomed to observe
jarred his feelings strangely. The city
was “running full blast.” Theaters,
concert-lialls, “dives” of every descrip
tion were open to the public, who
seemed bent upon taking every advan
tage of enjoyment they offered.
To Grey the scene was hideous. It
was not the gay, out-door festival of a
Parisian Sunday; hut a day on which
young men shut themselves up in bii-
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“been in the WARS, SIR?”
liard-halls and gambling dens, and
drank themselves into a state of leth
argy. It was a vulgar, senseless, be-
hind-the-sereen kind of a Sunday.
Frank Grey had resolved upon a
journalistic career. He felt that he
could write, and as he was temperate,
energetic and modestly willing to be
gin at the bottom of the profession and
work his way up, he did not anticipate
much trouble in securing a position,
and with this end in view he had writ
ten to the managing editor of every
newspaper in the city a letter of appli
cation for immediate employment, if
needs be, volunteering to give his serv
ices for nothing at the start.
When he reached the post office he
took his place in the long line of ex
pectant men patiently taking their
turn of inquiry at the little window.
It might be ten minutes before his
chance would come, so lie spent the
time in scanning the features of the
men near him, speculating on their lots
in life, for they were, of course, all like
himself, strangers, and probably nine
out of every ten men who had come to
this Mecca of the destitute tc seek em
ployment.
His attention was especially attracted
to the person immediately in front of
him—a tall, broad-shouldered, hand
some young man, with a face expres
sive of intense anxiety.
“Algernon Granville?” the stranger
asked when his turn came.
The clerk hastily ran over a pile of
letters and shook liis head.
“Are you sure?”
“Nothing for you. Pass on,” was the
curt response.
Grey was sure he saw the young
man's face flush and then grow deathly
pale as lie strode away.
For himself there were four letters,
each hearing the address in large black
letters of a Chicago daily paper. lie
chuckled to himself as he received
them, his only apprehension being that
he had been precipitant in offering his
services in such a broadcast manner,
which might lead to the embarrass
ment of more than one accepting his
proposition. Putting the precious mis
sives in his Docket to be aniovad at leis
ure In his lodgings he strolled away
with much self-satisfaction, pausing for
a moment to gaze with wonder into the
shop-windows of Clark street, where
the second-class tradesmen were driv
ing a roaring business notwithstanding
the city ordinances which prescribe
fines innumerable for all violators of
the Sabbatli day.
lie had crossed two blocks on his way
to his lodging when his attention was
attracted to a second-hand basement
clothes store, in which, to his surprise,
his handsome neighbor at the post office
was standing in the midst of some dirty
Jewish salesmen, engaged in a violent
altercation, everyone of the shopmen
! speaking at once, and the young gen-
1 tleman indignantly protesting in loud
! and angry tones.
Without a moment’s reflection Grey
j sprang down the steps to the young
! man’s side.
“Can I serve you in any way?” was
the impetuous offer. “What is the mat
ter?”
“Nothing. You thought it was a
row, did you? Good fellow! it’s only
! a way these enterprising gentlemen
j have of doing business.”
“Oh, indeed,” Grey replied, blushing
' at his impatient interference. “I am
i very sorry I intruded.”
“Never mention it. And now,” said
! the stranger, turning to the store peo-
j pie, “if you will not give me ten dollars
for an overcoat, for which I paid fifty
not a month ago, give me the garment
back.”
A babel of polyglotic depreciation
followed.
“Surely,” said Grey, “you are not
thinking of selling that handsome over
coat?”
“Not for four dollars, which is all the
beggars offer.”
“Get your coat and come along with
me; I have something to propose; you
must; you shall.” And, notwithstand
ing the opposition of the Jews, who, in
their agony at losing a customer, of
fered nine, ten, eleven—and then, with
a scream like the cry of a lost spirit,
twelve dollars—they escaped to the
sidewalk.
“Let me be your friend,” Grey said,
grasping the arm of his new acquaint
ance. “I am sure the dilemma that
compels a gentleman to sell his coat in
a strange city can be easily explained,
and you will confer a favor on me by—”
“Letting you act the role of a trans-
Atlantic Brother Cheerible to a dis
tressed yet deserving young man. The
twin is at home, I suppose, waiting to
take me to his heart and fortunes.”
“Nay. I am as great a stranger in
the city as yourself—I am implying
that you are a stranger—and—”
“A thousand pardons,” the young
man interrupted, grasping Grey’s hand:
“You ape a royal good fellow and de
serve a frank explanation. I am $
peripatetic Englishman out of luck.
My necessities are a mere passing
shadow, but it is the confounded need
of ready cash that is driving me to my
wits’ end. There never was such a land
as this for spending money and during
a scamper through the west I have got
into difficulties. Leaving my baggage
out in Omaha as security for a hotel
bill, I started for this big, dirty,
scrambling, hustling human beehive of
a Chicago.”
Grey laughed.
“You will like the place if you stop
here long enough. They say that every
one who comes here hates it the first
month of his residence, endures it the
second, and adores it the third,” he said.
“Well, I’m in the first stage of expe
rience, and I candidly confess I detest
it—but to return to my story; My re
mittance is not come, and, as X do not
know anyone in the country, I am in
what you would call a‘tarnation tlx.’”
“I do not know that I should use such
an expression,” Grey smiled. “Only
- American gentlemen in English novels
would talk in that way; but never mind
that. You want some ready money. I
am not a Jay Gould, but I can spare
you a little, if you put your pride in
your pocket and accept my offer as cor
dially as it is offered.”
“Agreed with all m3' heart. By Gad,
if all your countrymen were as fine,
big-hearted fellows as you are, I should
like to pitch my tent among .you.”
Thus began between two young men,
who half an hour before did not know
of each other's existence, a friendship
that was to last a lifetime.
In the silence of his chamber that
night, after a day’ pleasantly spent with
his new acquaintance, Grey drew forth
the letters that contained his fate, sure
of a choice of positions and only hop
ing that he would have the good judg
ment to choose the best.
As the letters were read one after
another, his cheek flushed, and when
the last was~perused he. sat down on
the bed gazing with the blankest stare
of disappointment.
The fact is, they were all worded
alike, as though one hand had written
them, and each contained the assurance
that the members of the staff of that
particular journal never resigned, rare
ly 7 died and that there was not even the
thinnest hope of present or future liter
ary employment. On one letter, how
ever, some good fellow had scribbled
a postscript in pencil:
‘•If you cau get the humblest living in any
honest way, young man, give up the idea of
Journalism in Chicago. John Bailey.’’
Thus one bubble burst and now an
other scheme for solving the great
problem of existence must be devised.
Why not call upon this John Bailey?
lie was evidently a man with sympa
thetic tendencies, or he would never
have troubled himself to add that
scribbled bit of advice.
Accordingly next morning Frank
Grey tramped up the rickety stair
case that led to the editorial rooms of
the great daily. lie had no difficulty
in finding the man for whom he was
searching—evidently a person in au
thority—and hi a few minutes found
himself in the presence of an oldish
man, rather inclined to corpulency,
whose well-to-do air and comfortable
surroundings hardly served to point a
moral to his wail over the blighted
prospects of journalism. He received
the young man, who stammered his
apologies for his importunity, with
good-humored cordiality.
• so yon are another moth fluttering
in the candle of literary hope?” he
asked, with an amused smile.
“Well, yes, if you put it so. I do
most earnestly wish to join your ranks.”
“What do you think you are tit for?”
“Oh, I am modest; I am willing to
start with a pittance, nay, to work for
a time with no remuneration, if the
chance be given me.”
“Exactly. But what are your quali
fications?”
“I can write rapidly and with tol
erable accuracy. 1 have already dono
some magazine work, and—”
“Bah!” interrupted the eccentric ed
itor. “Can you wallow in the mire of
ward politics? Are you hand-in-glove
with the loafers who hang around
Hans Pumperniekle’s beer saloon? Can
you forget that you are a man and be
tray private confidences; lie about peo
ple who have been gracious to you; put-
up with insults; write against your
most solemn convictions, and be ready
to be kicked out of your berth by your
employer, who has found a man with a
skin a little tougher or a conscience a
little denser than your own? Can you,
1 Ask?”
“Well, if you are the result of this
peculiar training, I—”
“Might venture too. Ah, y 7 oung man,
we are not similarly situated—I never
“CAN I 8EBVE YOU IN ANY WAY?”
had to begin at the bottom. In my
young days things were different, and
there was no mob of hungry scribblers
hanging on to a nowspaper. However,
thank your blessed stars, there is no
chance of your getting on the daily
however suicidically you may 7 be in
clined.”
“What chance, sir, do you think I
would have with the weeklies?”
“Their name is legion, but with the
exception of three or four you would
be either requested to write for starva
tion wages or he engaged at a high sal
ary 7 and never paid. You might, if you
were lucky, get nine dollars a week,
and a bricklayer’s wages are four dol
lars r, day.”
“The picture you draw is not encour
aging.”
“Nor do I mean it to be. Fly from
this over-populated city 7 , to which every
young adventurous breadwinner from
every country on the earth makes his
way, till the streets are teeming with
the unemployed—but, say, have you an
imagination? Can you paint word-
pictures? The story papers do pay well,
but y r ou must have served your appren
ticeship before y 7 ou will be admitted
into their columns. So that chance is
barred.”
“And you know of nothing?”
“Why, y 7 es,”said Mr. Bailey, reflective
ly, “there’s an old friend of mine, who
used to be a colleague in this office, who
told me the other day that he wanted
help. He’s been badly bitten by social
ism, and he runs a sheet which he
seriously thinks is to redeem the world,
though I never saw it, nor do I know
anything about liis pecuniary 7 responsi
bility 7 . Men with whims rarely 7 amount
to much, and I guess he’s sunk all he
had accumulated in this venture.”
“Would you mind giving me his ad
dress?”
“With pleasure. Here, let me write
you a line of introduction. It is a pity
you cannot make up your mind to fol
low a respectable line of occupation,
but if y 7 ou are determined to go wrong,
you may as well meet your fate at once.”
Bidding adieu to his new friend, who
ho afterwards learned was fastidiously
touchy 7 on anyone else presuming to
slight the profession of journalism,
Grey hurried to the address he had re
ceived.
The building which housed, with
twenty other crafts, the Labor Times,
was not prepossessing in its exterior.
However, after mounting three flights
of stairs—for then there was not as
now an elevator in every office building
in Chicago—he came to a door bril
liantly 7 illuminated with colored pla
cards. There was a grand pictorial
representation of Labor as a knight in
armor, mounted on a superb charger,
pinning to the earth with a huge spear
the fiery dragon of Capital, and half a
dozen other florid denunciations of
equal significance.
Grey modestly 7 tapped at the door,
then entered.
The walls of the office were pro
fusely adorned with flaring posters,
while its furniture consisted of three
common Windsor chairs and large pine
table abundantly 7 littered with papers,
behind which sat a tall, gaunt old
man with gray hair falling over his
shoulders.
“Col. Gilchrist, I presume?” Grqy in
quired.
“At your service,” the gentleman
bowed with old-time politeness.
“I bear you this letter of introduc
tion.”
“Ah, I see, from my old friend Bailey.
Well, young man, what can I do for
you?” This with a new air of patron
age in his tones.
“I am seeking literary work. Your
journal is likely 7 to enlist my sympa
thies, and I have called to see if there
is, as Mr. Bailey suggested, a vacancy
on your staff.”
“You have means?”
“Well, yes, enough to keep me for a
month or two.”
“That is good—no experience, eh?”
“Exactly.”
“Well, as it happens, I do need help.
Of course you are aware that the privi
lege of working upon a journal of such
influence as the Labor Times carries
with it a weight in considering the
amount of salary 7 .”
“Well, yes; I do not expect much to
start on.”
“I am offering, under such circum
stances, but twenty-five dollars.”
“A week, sir?”
“A week! No, a month!” roared the
old man, aghast at the extravagant
ideas of his visitor.
“But that will not pay my board bill.
Chicago is a dear place to live in, and 1
am now giving eight dollars a week for
the use of a room which has the pnly
advantage tnat you can lie in beet ana
reach everything in it, together with
badly cooked meals and wretched serv
ice.”
“So you decline?”
“No. I accept, as the experience
may be valuable to me.”
So Grey was installed in the other di
lapidated chair as a full-blown editor,
enjoying the distinguished privilege of
“molding the opinions of millions of
readers,” as his employer graphically
put it.
Now it chanced that at noon the pro
prietor of the Labor Times announced
his intentions of strolling over to a res
taurant for a lunch—a free lunch, one
of the blessings to the bibulous, for
which Chicago is remarkable—and
Grey found himself in full charge of
the establishment.
“None will call at this hour,” the
great man observed; “so you might be
looking over our Ole and get on to the
hang of our line of action.”
But hardly 7 was his back turned when
a visitor appeared—a frank, well-
dressed, good-looking young man of
pleasing exterior.
“The editor of the Labor Times?” he
asked.
“Well, one of them,” Grey smiled.
“Then, sir, I've brought an article
I’ve written. Of course, I've only 7 had
a common-school education, and it isn’t
up to much as a literary production,
but I think it's got some ideas in it, and
you might be inclined to publish it.”
“The subject?”
“Well, it is just a workingman’s no
tions on capital and labor—a little out
of the common for a mechanic in these
troublesome times, for I take it that
while trades unions are fine things in
their way, there’s such a thing as over
doing the lahoringman’s protection and
crippling enterprise.”
“Are you a mechanic?” Grey asked,
wonderingly.
“Shipwright,” was the abrupt an
swer; “in the employ 7 of Moore <fc Mar-
ston, down at the dry docks. George
Harland’s my name. And, 0I1, before I
forget it, I want to put au ad. into the
Times of a furnished room -Eve got to
let to some quiet man of steady 7 habits,”
Grey started.
“A furnished room, you say? What
rent do yon ask for it?”
“Five dollars a month with stove and
gas.”
“Would it suit me?” _ .
[to be continued.]
Nervous Prostration.
Th:s Dread Disease I» Noiv Successfully
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comes not until the cup of suffering is full to
overflowing. .Such has been the experience
of Mr. W. llenrioh Robb, No. 809 New Jer
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and tried many physicians and various
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Engines, Boilers, Cotton Gins, ;
Preses, Saw Mills, Cane Mil is,
and Machinery Supplies,
such a Beltings, Oils, Etc. j|
A Large Slock Always on Hand
Repairing Engine Boilers, and |
Cotton Cms a Specially.
Prices and Workmanship sM
! guaranteed xd
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I have some extra bargains.
in second-hand Engines and Li
Gins, this season. Call or write j~]
for prices and sizes.
3, G, LANG, Proprietor. §
Central Railroad of >: Georgia
H. M. COM EH and R. 8. HAYES, Receivers.
Schedule effective April 21, 1895.
READ DOWN
READ UP.
Stations between
No. 9.
No. 10
No. 1.
No. 20
Savannah, Waynesboro
No. 19
No 3.
and Augusta.
7 U5ain
S -litpm
ti I.-iaxn
Leave Augusta
Arrive 11 10pm
li loam
7 45pm
9 It pin
fi 44am
Allens
10 42pm
.) 86am
7 15 pm
7 39am
9 20pm
(5 4Sam
Hollywood
Id 38pm
5 30am
i 11pm
7 5 am
9 48pm
7 04am
Me Bean
ilO 20pm
5 05am
0 55pm
8 07am
10 08pm
7 loam
Green’s Cut..
10 08pm
1 45um
0 43din
S iflam
10 30pm
7 29am
Vv avnesboro
9 4lipui
4 25am
6 31 pm
11 05pm
7 48ain
Munnerlyn
0 23pm
3 50am
(> 10pm
8 32am
11 iopm
. ooam
Perkins
9 Iopm
3 37am
0 04pm
8 tllam
11 23pin
8 00am
Lawton
9 11pm
3 30am
(> 00pm
9 00am
11 40pm
810am
Miilen
9 00pm
3 loam
3 31am
8 33am
Rocky Ford..
8 30pm
11 20pm
5 27pm
9 3-am
3 49am
S 50am
Dover
8 ltipm
11 00pm
3 lopnt
1 42am
9 40am
Guyton
< 30 pm
10 05pm
1 20pm
5 45am
10 40am
Savannah
5 30pm
9 00pm
' 3 20pm
4 00pm
3 55a m
Macon ....
10 on pm
11 loam
Ail trains on A. me & S. Branch are now run daily.
8.30 train from Augusta make close connection at Villen for Macon and 3.d0 a m
train from Millcn makes close connection from Macon fo* Augusta.
For further information, apply toW. C.HILLHOUSE, Agent, Waynesboro, Ga.
Or R. L. TODD, Trav. Pass. Agent, Augusta, Georgia.
It will nay you if you contemplate making a trip to any point in the North, Sontr-
East, or West, and wish to thoroughly acquaint yourself with the routes before starting.
How far is it? What does it cost? etc. to write to me. I will at all times cheerfully!urnish
free of charge, any information desired. If you are anon-resident, kindly advise me m
advance of your departure ami I will see that you are ticketed through andal 1 arrange
ments made for the checking of your baggage and engage youi sleeping car berths.
Those wishing to form themselves into private excursion parties will be visited it
desired, and any information cheerfully given. To ladies and children, and thosetraveling
without escort, f will give letters io the conductors en-route, who will see them safely
through, and render, any assistance possible ifor their comfort and welfare, b or ticket
rates, maps, schedules or information, do not hesitate to command me. Notrouble to bo
accommodating. THEO. D. KLINE. Gen*] Superintendent,
J. C. HAILE, Gen. Pass. Agent. W. F. SHELLMAN. Traffic Manager, Savannah, hk
Augusta BREWING -:- Company,
When Baby was sick, we gave her Castoria.
When she was a Child, she cried for Castoria.
When she became Miss, she clung to Castoria.
When she had Children, she gave them Castoria.
A Way They Have In Sweden.
A domestic who had recently arrived
in •Chicago from Sweden was instructed
to boil some potatoes for bread making
purposes. She put them in the wash
boiler with some clothes, and upon be
ing taken to task for it, explained that
this was the custom in Sweden; that in
this way the housewife starched her
clothes, while at the same time prepar
ing the potatoes for bread making.—
Chicago Timeg-Herald.
Plaster casts in their natural state are
best freed from dust by covering them
with a thick layer of starch. When the
starch is dry, brush thoroughly with a
stiff brush, and it will be found that the
dust has been removed with the starch.
The Chattahoochee river in Georgia is
so called from an Indian expression
meaning “painted rocks.” At several
places on its banks the cliffs have pecul
iar markings that resemble artificial
paiutings.
In 1870 candles were first made from
ozokerit
Buckl.n'1 Arnica Salvo.
The best salve in the world for cuts,
bruises, sores, ulcers, salt rheum, fever
sores, tetter, chapped hands, chilblains,
corns, and all skin eruptions, and posi
tively cures piles, or no pay required. It
is guaranteed to give perfect satisfaction
or money refunded. Price 25 cents
per box; for sale by Lewis R. Ford.
LAGZR
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Guaranteed Pur-
and W’hole-
some !
port and Bot
led BEEK—a
specialty.
Augusta, Georgia
j uni .92- by
The Slaughter T7 ]f
House of ^
Just Read These Prices and be Convinced
Plush Parlor Suits -
Tapestry Parlor Suits
Silk Plush Suits
Silk Plush Tapestry Suits -
40 00 to
50 00 to 58
$1S 50 Former Price
22 00 “
22 50 “ “
30 00
45 00 “
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Lovely Oah Bed Room Suits, big glass, only $22 00, The best 10 piece suit in the raarke
for $25 00 suit all Solid Oak. We are going to clear out' for our Fall stock and ifyo don’
come and buy you lose the opportunity of yourJife. One dollas now is worth two in
October.
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