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Fitzgerald Leader. FITZGERALD, GEORGIA. —PUBLISHED BY— BCNAFP d) SOIV. Fifty years ago Austria had seven cities with more than 20,000 inhabit¬ ants; to-day there are thirty-two. Some fish exhibit great power of in- duranoe when deprived of access to their native element. Thus it is a common practice in Holland to keep carp alive for three weeks or a mouthy the fish being placed in wet moss and kept in a cool spot. The Kentucky State Horse-Swappers Convention mot in Coviugton recently *o the number of 2000 or more. One man brought twenty-five horses and announced his intention to swap every horse three times before the conven¬ tion’s three days' session was over. The French are gradually coming to the conclusion that their provincialism or self-sufficient ignorance of foreign countries is responsible for their in¬ ability to compete industrially with the English and Germans. A number of articles with this text have been printed lately. Next to that of the British Museum the largest collection of birds’ eggs is that belonging to a lawyer named Nehr Korn, in Braunschweig, Ger- many. He intends soon to issue a catalogue of his collection, with fifty colored plates, depicting the most valuable specimens, many of which are unique. Vegetables are being dried now in California, like apples and other fruit Seven pounds of potatoes weigh one pound when dried and other vegeta¬ bles shrink in weight correspondingly. Onions, carrots and potatoes are the vegetables used most now, hut the in¬ dustry will, it is expected, develop greatly. The most awkward man in the world without doubt lives in Ten¬ nessee. He recently shot a dog and in explaining the accident to the dog’s owner shot him. Later, in showing how the tragedy occurred, he shot the Coroner. He has been liberated now for fear he will try to explain it to somebody else. Charles E. Vest, who has spent most ■of the year in Alaska, is training dogs for use in the Klondike region next spring. Mr. Vest has twenty-five dogs at a farm near Portland, Ole., and says he believes that lie will be able to make two round trips between Dyea and Dawson before the Yukon is open for navigation. Au English thread manufacturer—• H. Crawford, by name—now in Ore¬ gon, has urged the farmers of that to grow flax, which, he says, yield a better return than or hay. The Oregon flax, Mr. Crawford says, is in every particular equal to the best grades grown in Ire¬ for which he pays from $250 to $500 per ton. Harrowgate, Yorkshire, England, is to possess in its new baths the perfect - , , baths of c any now extant. , , addition to the pump room, winter Turkish and Russian baths, there are inhalation rooms with a water fountain and a pulveri¬ room, where medicated waters be applied to the nose, eyes, etc. cost of erection was $600,000. Tubal Cain is an iron master who long been known in history, but claims to publio recognition been somewhat overlooked. But iron masters of Pittsburg are tak¬ up subscriptions for the purpose erecting a statue to his memory near the head waters of Ohio River, This statue will be effigy of the great father of smiths, will be much larger than the of Liberty of New York Har¬ It will be hollow with a large of lights, which will illumin¬ the surrounding region for many ,_ To throw cold water on a thing may result in improving rather marring the result. The metal¬ department of the Sheffield School is said to have a problem of long standing, why a piece of red hot steel plunged in water suddenly be¬ flint hard, by ascribing this uot to a shock whioh drives the of the steel into oloser con¬ tact but to the presence of a remark¬ able subcarbide of iron. Henoe re¬ sults what is ealled the “diamond hardness of steel.” Water does it in a sense. Just so many a good result in this world comes of crude condi¬ tions at first sight seemingly unfavor¬ able to success. —..... . ,-^Sl >’ic S? Ml s r m w V r A 4? k 2 / |f h o.ttV'o A 3 I $ uest T was growing dark when Miss Martie, with her basket on her arm, came into the coiner mar¬ ket to buy her Thanksgiving dinner. The £ basket was ab¬ surdly small, but Miss Mattie was jJ little herself, iff, and when she set it on the high counter and stood blink¬ ing in the bright light, the calf’s head at her elbow seemed to be grinning at them both. “Well, Miss Mattie,” called out the market man, in his hearty fashion, “I see your mind is not set on a tur¬ key this time, but just wait till I start this basket off for Cap’n Lawson’s and I’ll show you the right thing—a plump little duck I clapped into the safe this morning, thinking to myself that’s the very moral of a treat for Miss Mattie.” Miss Mattie looked embarrassed and rubbed her forefinger uneasily over a small coin that lay in the palm of her hand under her glove. It was a silver five-cent piece, and she had taken it with much hesitation from a little store of pieces, most of them given her when she was a child. For herself she could have got along very well with bread and tea, but somehow the joys ok thanksgiving. w tjj to’ m an* X XXX *1r 'Me* sr&j 4 m > ;k w m m m % J 5 f^m/ (i- m /■ V-/ 1 '! r ‘o i I * jer f/.\\ n * * £ -wTJ -g? 1 -'■-■ « il Jr - * & 1 - - '• • ••• • i-l it seemed a dishonor to all her happy past not to have something special on Thanksgiving; and so she had a feel¬ ing of real pity for it, lying there warm and snug in her palm, and so soon to go tumbling into the heap of clashing, jingling coins tossed about by the butcher’s greasy fingers, or perhaps into the pocket of that hor- rible ^ apron with blood-stains on it. Migs attie sbuddel . ed) but quickly recovered herself to say, cheerfully: “Oh, thank you, Mr. Simmons; but don’t you think ducks are a sight of trouble, what with the stuffing and the roasting and needing to be looked after and basted regular? I made up my mind to something simple, and I don’t know anything that’s easier got or more relishing than lamb chops. Two lamb chops is about what I thought of, Mr. Simmons. You know there’s only me.” Mr. Simmons had not seen the five- oent piece, but he understood just as well as if he had, and he began to cut the ohops at once, talking all the time to relieve his own embarrassment and assuring Miss Mattie that “if folks only knew it, there was nothing like lamb ohops to encourage your appe¬ tite and strengthen you up all over.” “But! you’ll have to take three chops,” looking ouxionsly at the money Miss Mattie laid in his big hand, “or I'll have to make change, and change is scarcer than hen’s teeth to-night. You might have company unexpected, you know, and an extry chop would oome in handy.” Miss Mattie laughed so genially that the market man ventured to slip a sweetbread and a bunch of yellow oelery into the basket on the sly. He would have loved to put in the duck, but that would have looked as if he suspeoted her reason for not buying it, and, bless you, he knew better than that. Some people have feel¬ ings, though their faces are red and their hands coarse and greasy. Miss Mattie went very happily down the street. She had lighted her lamp before she went out, and a cheerful little ray smiled encouragingly at her as she came to the gate. All the other windows in the weather-beaten old house were black and empty and looked to the lonesome little woman as if all sorts of hobgoblins might be peeping out at her from the gloom be¬ hind them, for Miss Mattie’s neigh¬ bors had gone away oh a Thanksgiv- ing visit and taken the whole family. At least they said “the whole family,” but at the very moment Miss Mattie came to the gate a member of the fam¬ ily was huddled up in a corner of the doorway, cold, hungry and much per¬ plexed to understand what had become of all bis friends and why. in spite of his pitiful plea, no one came to open the door for him. He heard Miss Mattie and ran hopefully to had meet her, stiff limping as he came, for he a leg. said Miss “Why, Tommy Barnes,” Mattie, stooping to pat his rough yel¬ low head, “you don’t mean to say your folks have gone off to Thanks¬ giving and left you beeind. Well, if I ever! How dreadful—thoughtless— and you a cripple besides!” Tommy kept on crying, but he had his eye on the door while Miss Mattie was fitting her key, and the minute it opened he darted in. “That’s right, Tommy,” said Miss Mattie; “just make yourself at home. You and I’ll have our Thanksgiving together. That extra chop will be wanted after all, and I’m going to make riz biscuits. ” She put away her bonnet and shawl and hung the basket on a nail in the back-room without even looking at the contents, though Tommy Barnes watched her keenly with a shrewd sus¬ picion of something good, and a faint hope which nothing in his past expe¬ rience justified that he might come in for a share of it. Miss Mattie was ac¬ customed to being alone, and she scarcely thought of Tommy, as she trotted about, setting the sponge for her biscuits in a pint bowl, putting a little cup of broth on the stove to warm for her supper, making her tea, toasting her bread, and at last sitting down by the table in tbe little green chair with a patchwork cushion. Up to this point Tommy had sat quietly by the fire, having learned by many severe lessons that little folks should be seen and not heard, but when Miss Mattie poured out the savory broth the delicious odor was too much for his fortitude, and with one bound he sprung into her lap. “Bless me,” said Miss Mattie, “if I hadn’t clean forgot you, and you half- starved, I dare say. There, get down. I never could abide cats around my victuals.” She put Tommy gently on the floor, crumbled some bread into the bowl of broth, cooled it carefully and sot it down for him to eat. “It’s pretty rioh for me anyway,” she said, as she made out her supper with toast and tea. It was perhaps well for Tommy that he took an early promenade next morning around the baok yards of the neighborhood, and secured several This Face all So Glum. 0 fa o ° O 0 o • a ■ i « o o 0 * *» J 1 • j] Cut it and sanco it and give us all some, From lean skinny Joe to Tom Fat; For ’tis Thanksgiving Day and this face all Was so glum, never cut out for one hat. —Thomas Sherwood. valuable tid-bits, for Miss Mattie had very little to offer him. She baked her delightful little puffs of biscuits, and enjoyed them immensely, finding them lighter and more digestible with¬ out butter. She read a Thanksgiving psalm and went about trying to sing in a little ohirrupy voice like a brown sparrow. She brought in the small basket and flushed over the unexpect¬ ed treasuretrove, but took it kindly as a bit of neighborly goodwill, The sweetbread, white and plump and all ready for eooking, reminded her of old Mi's. Morrison, just beginning to sit up and watch the people go by the window. . What a toothsome dainty this would be for her, and what a de¬ light that she should be able to take it to her as she went to church, yes, and some of the celery, too, for a rel¬ ish. The chops were transferred to a plate on the shelf, the sweetbread wrapped in a fine old napkin anil laid back in the basket with the best half of the celery, and the biscuits Miss Mattie had saved for dinner. “The cold bread will go just as well with chops,” she reflected, and pre¬ pared for church with a glow of hap¬ piness such as she had not known in a long time. It helped to a real feeling of thank¬ fulness, especially when she thought of old Mrs. Morrison, and how pleased she had been with the unexpected gift. She laughed a little to herself as she returned to her own door after service, remembering how when Sally Morrison had commiserated her on be¬ ing alone Thanksgiving Day, she had assured her she had company invited —Tommy Barnes, from the next door, who was spending a couple of days with her, the rest of the family being away. “I hope ’t wa’n’t a sinful untruth,” she said, smiling at Tommy, who lay peacefully sleeping on the braided rug, “but if old Miss Morrison had set in to have me stay to dinner, I shouldn’t a’ known bow to get away, and she is such a talker.” With a long, clean apron over her best frock, Miss Mattie began cheer¬ fully to make her small preparations for the Thanksgiving feast. She had meditated leaving one chop for break¬ fast, but her walk and happiness had made her hungry and she decided to cook them all. ,, But where did she put these chops —she was getting so forgetful—she could have sworn she put them on the shelf—could she have left them in the basket after all? Her perplexed eyes fell from the shelf to the floor, and there, just peeping from the wood-box was the plate, and two small, very small, bits of bone, gnawed quite clean and white. Ungrateful Tommy Barnes, lying there in peaceful slumber, with those precious chops rounding out your yel¬ low sides, if justice had befallen you then and there yon might not have lived to steal again. But into the midst of Miss Mattie righteous wrath came the reflection that Tommy must have been hungry, and the fault after all was partly her own for putting temptation in his way, “though how auything could have been further out of his way than that shelf, I don’t really see,” she added, dolefully. At that minute Tommy Barnes waked trom his nap, transformed him¬ self into a camel, yawned in a fright¬ fully tigerish fashion, and proceeded to sharpen his olaws on the rug, the sacred rug into which had been braided some preoious old garments dear to Miss Mattie’s heart. It was a straw too much to have insult added to injury, and springing from her chair, she cuffed Tommy in such vigorous fashion that three or four hearty blows found their mark before the astonished sinner could withdraw his claws and bound out at the back door, left ajar in the search for the ohops. At that instant a resounding knock on the front door sent Miss Mattie’s heart to her throat with a sudden leap, as if justice were already coming to take her in hand for unrea¬ sonable cruelty. When Miss Mattie was peacefully pattering about, unconscious of the cruel trick fate and Tommy Barnes had played her, Mrs. Deacon Giles was surveying her husband with a dis¬ turbed and tearful face. “Yon don’t mean to tell me,” she repeated, “that the minister’s folks ain’t cornin’ at all, and you and me has got to eat this big dinner alone? Here, I stayed home from church to tend to it. Oh, you was' needn’t to look 1 as if you thought it a judgment. . Josiah I wouldn’t be such a hipper- erit as to pretend to be thinkin’ of spiritooal things when I was wonder- in’ i{ Sarah Ellen would remember to baste the turkey. Seems to me they might let us know sooner. ” “But I told ye, mother, it was a telegram come just before church. You oon’t regerlnte telegrams like the weekly newspaper, or stop folks from dyin* unexpected.” didn’t round “Then, why you rush and get somebody else? Mercy sakes! ’Twon’t seem like Thanksgiving at all--” “Didn’t seem to be anybody to ask but old Mis’ Morrison and Marthy Ellison. I drove round by the Morri¬ sons, but the old lady was just having fa / ft b«! I,..,,), $4. Ifi m m V/, ’ % mM 0 m mk PH “she was tucked in the yellow SLEIGH.” something relishing Miss Mattie had fetched in. They said they invited her to dinner, but she had comp’ny; one of them Barneses next door.” “Fiddlesticks!” said the deacon’s wife, in a very disrespectful tone, “You just drive straight back and bring Marthy Ellison up here to dinner, Tell her I don’t take any excuse, and, if she can’t come otherways, she can bring her comp’ny along, though the way them shif’less Barnesses impose on her is a mortal shame.” Good Deacon Giles had learned docility in many years of experience, and the double knock at Miss Mattie’s door followed as quickly as could be reasonably expected. Miss Mattie at- tempted neither excuse nor hesitation, but accepted her good providence with radiant delight. Mother said to fetch your comp ny along, said the deacon, glancing doubtfully about the small room. “We heard you had one of the Barneses. I kinder hope tain t the cross-eyed one into the , little ^ 1SS ,, ii' she i laugUnig tied i- her mirror, as bonnet, “he s had his dinner and he s gone out. She didn t say that he had eaten a M If; Gl!e8 8 A° S ‘ pitable table, under a the genial , influ- eiioe of generous fare and pleasant old-time reminiscences, she told the story of Tommy Barnes and the lamb chops m a way that made the deacon lose his breath with laughter. And when she was tucked into the yellow sleigh for the ride home, Mrs. Giles stopped at the door to say: “J putsome bits of bones and things in a basket under the seat for Tommy. Takes a sight of stuff to reely fill up a cat fur ’nough to give his moral princi- pies a fair showin’. ” Tommy was on the step waiting to welcome Miss Mattie, which shows his forgiving disposition, and, though he got as much as was good for him out of the basket under the seat, Miss Mattie very wisely concluded that the mince pie, roast ohioken and cran- berry sauce could hardly have been meant for his delight, so she locked them in the cupboard, saying de- cidedlv: “This time, Tommy Barnes, I’ll give your moral principles a fair show- ing.” Emily Huntington Milleb. O HEART, CIVE THANKS. O heart, give thanks for strongth, to-day, To walk, to run, to work, to play! For feasts of eye; melodious sound; Thy pulses’ easy, rhythmic bound; Ten servants that thy will obey; A mind clear as the sun’s own ray; A life which has not passed Its May; That all thy being thus is crowned, O heart, give thanksl Feet helpless lie that once were gay; Eyes know but night’s eternal sway; Souls dwell in silence, dread, profound; Minds live with olouds encircling round; In face of these, thy blessings weigh! 0 heart, give thanks! —Emma C. Dowd. On Desert Air. Winthrop—“If Freddie is going to spend Thanksgiving with his grand¬ mother, perhaps you’d better buy him tin horn.” Mrs. Winthrop—“I spoko to him about it, my dear, but he said it would do no good to him, as grandmother is deaf.” The K1<1’. Harvest. Now he Is as pleased as pleased can be, And has no cause to sigh. With all his heart he says: “To me Thanksgiving time is pie.” The Turkey on the Wall. 0**|p%8iHE n( H 11 opening nut burs, of the ehest- I J/ The leaves, yellow and a ' ! B sere, Told beyond a perad- K S* \ 1 That venture Thanksgiving Day X, was near. But, to my childish fancy, The surest sign of all, Of the nearness of Was Thanksgiving, the .turkey on the wall. It plainly told the story That we had not long to wait, For the path from wall to table Was very short and straight. It hung all plump and golden In the pantry near the door For a day or two before the feast, And then was seen no more. POPULAR SCIENCE. Close connection is traced by H. Luggin between photo-voltaie currents set up in silver salts and the decom¬ positions giving photographs. Vacoination laws are not enforced in England. At Norwich, with a popu¬ lation of over 100 , 000 , the vaccination ofHeer’s fees this year- amounted to about $40; he receives fifty cents for each case. The Silesia Yerein Chemischer Fa- brikon, at Woischwitz, near Breslau, provides carbonic acid water for its employes during the summer. The families of the workmen are also sup- plied freely with this water. In the streets of Portsmouth, Eng¬ land, each of 240 lamp posts is pro¬ vided with both an arc and an incan¬ descent lamp. It is designed to use the weaker light at hours when the other is not necessary and an automa¬ tic switch on each post enables the operator at the central station to ex¬ tinguish instantly one set of lights and light the other set. The number of minor planets known between Mars and Jupiter now con¬ siderably exceed 400, of which M. Charlois of Nice has discovered eighty- six, while Herr Palisa, the Austrian astronomer, lias detected eighty three. The magnitudes of the first 400 of these planets have just been tabulated by Herr G. Huber. All are telescopic, only two being brighter than the eighth magnitude, while the later discoveries —the second 200 —nearly all are of the twelfth magnitude or smaller. Timber used in mines is subject to decay from various causes, such SIS warm moist air, but the most serious cause, according to a paper by Mr. J. Bateman to the British Society of Min- ing Students, is the chemical action set up by the cotton mould fungus. This fungus is the white, fluffy material seen clinging to timber, especially in return air ways. Various methods of protecting the timber have been tried. such as trickling water over it con- stantly, steeping in brine, charring the surface and creosotirig. The last is the most effective. The timber is placed in a wrought iron cylinder, the air is pumped out, and creosote is forced in to a pressure of 100 pounds per square inch. Pine fir, etc., ab- sorb ten to eleven pounds of creosote per cubic foot and oak and other hard woods about six pounds, It bas long been a riddle to the en _ tomologist to find out how moths, especially those of the larger varieties, esca p 6 f rom the tougli cocoon which inoloses them during the grub st p rofe ssor Oswald Leatter, a member of the London Entomological Society, lias been studying the cocoon method of the moths, and in making his studies opened up the cocoons spun by the in¬ seot8( ftnd put tbe imagos into artiflcial silk bags, with an opening at the end. whentbe time arrived fol . the imago to apply his solvent, the liquid escaped into little glass tubes instead. Careful unal J is wa3 made of this, and it was foun d to be a pure solution of caustic f tash . TMf) dlHOOvery is a uew one n entomology . Caustic potash will destroy the human skin, and it is at , east h ourioU s that it should be cistiHed in an insect’s mouth, Ministers as Buginess Men. The idea that clergymen are poor businessmen is pronounced false by ex-Postmaster-General Thomas L. James, now President of 'the Lincoln National Bank in this city. He says: “We have among our depositors a large number of clergymen, and I am free to say that they are the best business men that I have ever known. You ordinarily call a man who is intelli- gent, methodical and prompt a good business man. Our ministerial de- positors are more than methodical and prompt. They are clever and sharp, especially in the keeping of accounts, I do not wish to make any exceptions in my general characterization of cler- gyrnen as good business men, but I will say that the Roman Catholic olergymen—those that I have met— are remarkably able business men. They seem to be especially trained that way. The average clergyman of any denomination, however, can hold his own with the average business man. A clergyman of the present day cannot afford to be slipshod or negli¬ gent in worldly affairs.”—Church Economist. Bible Condensed to One Inch. An eccentric Londoner, Richard Webb, has completed a machine for microscopic writing. He asserts that with it he can write the entire con¬ tents of the Bible four times in a space one inch square. He has succeeded in writing the Lord’s Prayer on glass in a spaoe one-hundredth of an inch wide by one-fiftieth of an inch long, or about the size of the “period” at the end of this sentence. Ten yeans ago Mr. Webb set to work to break all records for minute pen¬ manship. " He soon found that me- ohanioal aid was necessary and devised a contrivance which diminished the soope without altering the character of the movements of the pen. The result is a marvel of mechanical skill. The machine is operated by a handle resembling a pen, which is held in the hand and used as an ordinary pen. The motion given to this handle is transmitted through numerous wheels and levers until it operates the writing point, which is a diamond so small ae to be invisible to the naked eye. More Polar Expedition., Mr. Harmsworth, who defrayed the expenses of the Jackson expedition in Franz Josef land, has declared that he will send two ships to the Arctic re¬ gions next season, land keep an expedition in the Arctic regions until a Complete map can be made of all the accessible parts of the North Polar world. The Jackson expedition has cost him $ 200 , 000 .