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SOUTUKUN SCENES.
Sutprnu.
Plantation Lit* An Georgia In tlic Olden
Time.
Written for the Macon Tsleuiuph.
Cold and drenr was the aspect that greet-
ed my eyes, as I sat upon the old draw
bars by the horse lot, and gazed across the
brown expanse of Blue Spring plantation.
Wild gusts of wind swept the Helds at
brief intervals, dying away in a melan
choly sigh, and succeeded by a depressing
stillness, during which the eddying rifts of
golden leaves of the old china tree banked
themselves in the fence jambs. In the
west the sun was setting, the only sign
of his august presence being
the faint glow of the dark
and dnll reddish tingo upon the hanks of
gTey cloud that stretched across the hori-
aou. Tho great pine woods to the eastward
rose in shadowy gloominess, each bough
and branch of the uilleHt trees fully out
lined against the leaden sky. From tho
northeast came a flock of wild ducks, flying
high and directing their course toward the
more genial feeding grounds toward tho
southwest. Half a dozen cattle were stand
ing in a crouching attitude in front of tho
draw-bars, their rough coats looking all tho
more shaggy from their drawn and pinched
appearance. Now and then a yearling
would blent in a peculiar whiniiig,
long-drawn kind of way, and the mother
■would answer in a subdued, “moeo" that
was a sad thing to hear. And the hogs
were squealing plaintively, and, in fact,
everything wore an aspect of desolation.
While I was standing in the lane, think
ing of the pitiablenesa of the nnimnls that
must spend the night outside, I saw Uncle
Mentor come out of the crib with a big bas
ket of com on his shoulder.
“Where you going?" I asked.
“Gwine ter feed de fatt'nin’ hogs. Wan'
ter go wi' me?”
Of course I wonted to go. 80 away wo
went, down by tho old persimmon tree
to the potato patch, where a large num
ber of plump hogs were rooting in the
noft earth, or disporting themselves among
the vines. Uncle Mentor began throwing
the com right and left and calling, “Goo-
oop, goo-ooy, pig-goop," in the monoto
nous way he had, and here thoy come from
every direction. Some would smell of the
corn, then wheel about aud kick up their
heels in a disdainful manner.
“Dat’s dcs de way dey do. Er fat hog's
do sassies ting in de vvorl'. Dey don’ squeal
Dodder. An’ cf yo' let yo' hog squeal in de
pen ’e sho' not to get fat. Look at dot ole
sntty sow, da', she des too biggity fo’ any
use. Nevoh min', ole lady; yo git fixed
fo’ long.”
Before we left the old man picked up
several large “nigger-killers” and put them
in his basket. “Gwine tor have roas’ tatcr
temight, an’ ef yo come down ter my house
I’ll tell yo' bourn er funny scrape ole man
Dave an’ 'e boss, Mars' Roderick, got inter
one night sorter lack dis.”
After sapper I obtained permiasion to at
tend the seance. When I reached the cabin
Uncle Mentor was sitting on n bench busily
engaged in mending a basket. I watched
him as he dexterously twisted the long
whiteoak spl ts into shape, humming his fu-
vorite tune:
“Oli. walk In. walk in. walk in I say,
XVslk In de pa'lah ter heah de banjo play.
Walk In de pa’lab ter beah de banjo ring.
An’ watch de nlggah nngab w’ile ’e pick It on de
string.”
Before tho fire lay several big potatoes
which from time to time he turned around
so that they might be thoroughly cooked
without scorching.
“Now, tell mo abont the fire hunt, Uncle
Mentor,” said I, with boyish impatience.
“Fiah hunt, didn’ yo’ say? Ob, yes, well I
done fo’got ’boat dut twel yo’ mentioned il.
Go dere in de co’ner an’ feel in dat big
gou’d, an’ yo’ fin’ some gronn’
peas w’at I done had seasonin’. Yes,
dot waa er ha’d scrape, I toll yo’.
Yo’ see ole man Dave *e wus Mars Uoderick’s
fight him’ man. Ev’y wher’ one go do ad
der go. Mars Boderick ’e wus de beateucs’
man ter fiah hunt yo’ evah heerd nv. ’E in
de woods mo* all ue time, au’ Dave, ’e al’us
went long wid ’e boss, ’o did, an’ ’e wus es
good a* ’e bos* wus. I tell w’at ’e wus er
good un. Mars Boderick ’e tuck’n built
Dave er cabin ont on de roadside, erway
fow de quntah, an’ Dave au’ ’e wifo livo out
dere in grau’ style. But dey bu’nt u hole
frough de back sticks of de chimbly an’
Dave kep sayin’ ’e gwine fix it, but ’c didn’t,
on’ bime by dey bn’nt nuddor hole frough
light side uv de fus oue, an’ neitler
one wasn’t bigger’n au anger bole.
“One ntgbt Mare Boderick an’ Dave, dey
pu*s out in de woods on er fiah hunt, dey
did : an’ do night waa duhk es pitch. By
some menus dey rambled ’round twel dey
Ic*’ de way, and dey wa’nt no stars to tell
’em wey dey wus, an’ Mars Boderick, ’e say
•Dsve, wey yo’ reck’n we is?’ Dove, ’e so
■mart, ’o say, ‘W’y, boss, wo right hock nv
de new gronn’, wey I been gitt’n hoa’ds.’
‘No, we not,’ Mara llodcrick soy, ‘we must
lie down close to de big flat wey I built do
hag pen.’ F’om dat dey, got to orgy in’, nn’
las’ Dave’e say, ‘Boss, I know de way home,
I got two big ole niggah killer
tatoh» in do floh, an’ I’s hongrey, an’ ef yo’
( des go de way I tell yo’ we be home in no
time.’ Den dey starto<l off, an’ it ’gun to
aortor mist er little. Las’ dey cum ter er
tree w’at been fresh ent down, an’ dey bofo
‘membered dat it waa a rail tree at de back
aide uv de new gronn’. Den dey bofe broke
out in er laff, on’ ’greed dat dey was right,
•u’ wasn’t mo’ dan er mile fom home. Don
■ley walked erlong right brisk. Mars Bod-
anck kcepiu’ de light in de fiah-pan luov’in’
*1)001 ’hiud ’im so es ter shiue de deeah’s
eye, ef > happen ter run ’pon one. Dey
had’n’ walked mo’ dan er hnnd’cd yards w’en
Mars Boderick ’o stop right short an’
reach ’* han’ ’round ao, an whispuh low and
an’ easy to Dave, “Han’ me de gun.
We right close tn de biggest ole back in de
range.” Dave looked erheod, an’ sho’
nntf, right oat dare wus de eyeo, des es
plain es day, an’ de deeab mus’ be mighty
close ’case a eyes show wide erpa’L Mars
Boderick, *e tuck de gun, *e did, an’ “bang"
went de gun, an’ dem eyes dea Hew nil to
pieces, an’ aomefin’ dea act up er squall dat
yo’ could er heerd er ha’f a mile or mo’, an’
old Dave ’e broke off in de d’rection
nr de racket dea er hollerin’ an’ say
*Oh Lo’d, Mare Boderick, yo’ done
lull Patsy, an’ mint my ’totem
w’at I had er roas’ in, to' God! Mare Rod-
crick, yo’ done kilt Patsy!’ Wen ’a dashed
inter de cabin Patsy was up on der table
er yellin’lack de Ole Nick.
‘Putney, Mare Boderick lay, ‘Wey yo’
hit?’
*Oh, Lo’d! Bom, I hit right yen in de
head, an’ my brains is cornin' out.’
Ya! ya! ya! I can’ he'p but laff w'en I
fink bout dat scrape. W’en dey got eT light,
dey fonn' out dat Patay, fool lack, bad des
lay down wid ’er head to de fiah, dea lack er
niggah, an' de taUhs waa done cooked to er
mush, an’ de fiah died down, an' Patay went
tor sleep, an' was dea er snorin’ er way. Dave
an’ Mare Boderick, dey wni ‘fooled 'bout
wey dey was, and dey see de cgals nv fiah
frough dem boles in de chinny, an’ dey
fought dev wus de deeah’s eyes, an’ w’en
Mare Boderick shot, ’* des scattered de
coals, an’ ashes, an’ de aaf Utah all over de
ole fool ornan, an’ hit’s er wondah da shot
hand a, ter hit’er, but dey did’n’, an’ old
Dave, ole cuss, ’e got so mad ’bout loain’ ’e
TOM’ totoha twel ’e lack ter jump right on
PaUy an’ larrup ’er good fashion bout it
“Huh! w*y yo’ waa’ gone to Nap’s bouse.
Open yc’ eye* V tek ilia roas’ Utah an’ git
i om heuh, far’ hit’s bed time."
Americas, Os., M. M. Poison.
To the f»r jtoMin future, sweet
We look for treasures, things untnM
In richness, that will sometimes ((net
Onr bspiw eyes ss we behold;
Anil yet an apprehension hrimts
Some slight conception ss of pain.
Lest, with the wealth of future things,
rair youtn may not return again.
Within that annny realm of Joy,
Where gather gifts of coming days.
With hriUiaut srenes our eyes employ
To quicken gladness, as we gaze;
Yet some misgiving damps the thought.
As sunshine gently yields to rain,
As tf. in all the glory wrought,
Young pride may nut exult again.
In rich reality, so blight
The future of our souls will know
The ecstasies of pure delight
That into ripe fruition tlow;
But still a shade of doubt imparts
Rome sense of bliss reversed to bane.
I-est, in the raptures of our hearts,
First love may not cntbrUl again.
—Boston Journal.
EXPERIENCE IN A HAREM.
How Dr. Warren Came Near Cansing; a
Divorce by Ills Politeness.
Dr. Edward Warren, in his forthcoming
book, “A Doctor's Experiences in Three
Continents,” gives the following amusing
account of his professional visita to a harem
in Egypt, and the jealousy caused by his
politeness to a fair patient:
I came near being the cause of a divorce
on one occasion, simply doing that which
I considered to be domanded by the laws of
common politeness. I was sent for by nn
old bey of wealth and influence to visit the
youngest of his foul wives—a hazel-eyed,
voluptuous-locking Circassian—who suf
fering from stomatites, produced by the use
of henna, a substance in common use among
tho women of Egypt for the staining of
their nails, teeth, the soles of their feet, etc.
I found her seated upon a divan, covered
with a haburrnb, and os a special privilege
I was permitted to introduce my hand
beneath its folds and to feel her gums,
prescribing to tho best of my ability, under
these disadvantageous circumstances, I
promised to return in a few days and bow
ed myself out of the apartment.
On my second visit, by some accident, I
left my dragoman at home, and found, on
my arrival at the Bey's residence, that ita
master was absent. The eunuch received
me very graciously, however, and conducted
me to the apartment of his mistress, where
I found the patient awaiting me. The
fair invalid was unusually complaisant, ex
pressing much pleasure at my visit, chat
ting gayly about her malady, and gradually
removing her veil until she had uncovered
her entire face, which I thought perfectly
right, as her mother was present, and as it
enabled me to examine her gums, and to
make a proper application to them. She
then oracred coffeo anil cigarettes, which
I accepted in the best Arabic that I Could
master, and made myself as agreeable as
possible, thongh not getting beyond a few
conimnrplaco expressions token from the
phrase-houk.
I was delighted with the manner in which
I had been entertained, and I departed, re-
joicingtin tho conviction that I had mudo a
good impression upon the invalid and had
secured the family en permanence as friends
and patrons.
At an early honr on tho succeeding morn
ing I received a message from the Bey to
tho effect (hat his wife had gone to the
country for n change of air, and the sum
of fifty francs in return for my profession
al services. Assured nt once that some
thing wns wrong, 1 sent Achmcd around to
present my compliments aud to ascertain
tho difficulty. He soon returned looking
os pale as a ghost, and frightened nearly
ont of his wits.
•Oh, doctor,” he exclaimed, na lie enter
ed my, office, “the Bey is terribly angry
with yon. lie is going to visit the Khedive
to complain that yon lmvo insulted him, nnd
to ask for retirees. He says that you shall
be driven out of tho country for tho grout
outrage that you have perpetrated in his
house on yesterday. You are in serions
trouble. I am sorry that I was not with
you."
“I was os polito and respectful an possi
ble on yesterday. I conducted myself as a
gentleman and a physician in every way,
Of what does the old fool complain? '
“He says that you have violated the Mo
hammedan law—that yon have offered an
insult to the religion and the customs ol tbe
country, and he swears by the beard of the
Prophet that yon shall be pnnished for it.
He has already pnnished his wife.”
“Punished his wife? What does it all
mean T"
His wifo uncovered herself before you,
did sho not?"
Yes, hut I had nothing to do with her
nncovering herself. She did it of her own
volition. What have I done, I should like
to know?"
“You looked nt her face; yon saw her
mouth and the back of her head.”
“Of course, but how could I help seeinf;
her fuce and head when she uncovered them 1
As for her month, it is what I wanted to
see. Was there any crime in aeeing what
waa before my eyes—in looking nt what
I was sent for to treat?”
“Yea, Doctor, according to the Mohamme
dan btw it was a crime to look at them, and
capecially at her month and bead. Yon have
dcttlcd her by gazing at them, and have
placed your life even at the mercy of her
husband."
“A crime to look at her face! Defiled by
seeing her month and head! What was I
to do when she uncovered herself and ex
posed thorn to my view?"
“It was your solemn duty to turn your
bock upon her and then widk to the corner
of the room and hold your face until she bail
re-covered herself. That is what onr law
nnd customs demnnd under such circum
stances; and it is for not doing that precise
thing that the old man is nugry and U go
ing to report yon to bis highness.”
“Well, let him report ns soon as he pleas
ure highness has lived in Christian
countries, and he knows that to turn one’s
back on a lady is an offense that no gen
tleman would think of committing, lam
not in the least alarmed. Bat yon say be
ban punished his wife. Wbatnaaho done
to her?"
“Oh, yes, he has punifhed her. I heard
both her and her mother wailing, and tbe
eunnch told me that tbe Bey had said to
her, 'I dirorce yon,’ twice, and had ordered
her to her country place on probation for
six months, when he would decide whether
or not he would make tbe divorce absolute,
repeating it the third time. Nothing bnt
the prayers of her mother has prevented
him from divorcing her at once and abso
lutely."
“Then come with me; I will pey him a
visit, and, after having explained my con
duct, having shown him ss a Christian and
a gentleman that I could not turn my back
on a lady, I will intercede for the poor wo-
more to he compared to that of an Oriental
than a mustard seed to a pumpkin. The
old bey waa as suave and obsequious as if
1 had been the Khedive himself. Although
he would have been pleased to throw me in
to the Nile, he actunlly embraced me, aud
declared that he and his.bonsehold were my
friends nnd slaves. As we sipped our cof
fee together I made Achmed explain that,
never having lived in a Mohammedan coun
try before, 1 was .ignorant of its customs,
and that iu Christian lands it was regarded
a breach of civility to turn one’s hack up
on n lady, especially the wife of agreat man
nnd an esteemed friend. Ue professed to
he more than satisfied, nnd begged mo never
to think of tho occurrence ngaiu. nnd
vowed that no other physician should ever
cross his threshold while 1 remained in tho
country.
I then tried to pnt in n word for lire wife
but, while he smiled, bowed, and looked
the very picture of amiability, he told Ach-
ined in Tutkisb, knowing that 1 did not on-
dem’.and the language, that if another word
was said concerning his harem, or if I was
informed of the threat he waa then rnuking,
he (Achmcd) should receive the kourbashe
and be seut to the Soudan, a region which
iu Egypt is placed upon the same plane
with the ■'bottomless pit," both ns regards
climate and a billet de relonr.”
I could learn nothing respecting the fate
of the unfortunate wife, nnd I never saw or
heard of the Bey again while I remained in
It se
soems that with many women the
mouth and the back of the head are the
piece* de resistance, and that the face is
veiled for the especial purpose of guarding
their features against masculine observa
tion, this exposure being regarded ns the
it/iima (Aide of pollution, especially if the
woman he a wife.
FAIR KNITTERS OF STOCKINGS.
The Latest Fashionable Caprice of Pretty
Society Girts.
Philadelphia Sews.
Fashionable girls in Philadelphia are en
thusiastic just now about knitting stock
ings. Time they formerly spent iu calling
or novel reading in now devoted to manu
facturing the cutest kind of dainty silk
stockings of various colors nnd sizes,
marked with charming clocks iu silver or
gold thread. Many of them have forgot
ten, for the timebeing, their stupid but pic
turesque poodles; have nlmost discarded
afternoon drivea through the licau: ifnl av
enues of Fniriuount Park, and have become
experts in judging silk threads, for pa
tience and tlmo are required to match deli
cate shades in shops, and caution is neces
sary to get right qualities. Theso maidens
who knit because they like it, not for hard
cash, seldom sew alone, for “knitting cir
cles" are part of the programme, ahd theso
gatherings are not surpassed as gossiping
centres, at least so rumor hath it, by tho
most ancient of church sewing meetings.
A Daily News reporter was favored with a
glimpse of one of these charming gather
ings, and the vision was almost os gorgeous
ns tho dream of an Oriental harem. Gath
ered aronnd a low table in n Walnut street
drawing-room were five fashionable maid
ens, dressed in dainty, loose wrappers of
figured satin, plying their tiny needles with
the grace of fairies. In charmingly uncon
ventional attitudes they sat, for they
thought they were alone, and one lovely
brnnette half reclined on a sofa nndcr n
hanging silver lamp, on ideal of womanly-
beauty, as her luxuriant hair fiowed, nn-
conftned, over her shoulders, and tho eyes
of her grim ancestors in stately oil paint
ings above her head, for the party wns at
her home, looked down upon her. Ten
snowy hands picked np tho silken stitches
ns quickly as experienced operators could
have done; tbon bright eyes danced with
fun os five tongues chattered, all at once,
and tho stockings gradually lengthened.
Fine stockings they were—nothing poor
in their quality, workmanship, or tasteful
colors. Some were light blue, one 'was
pink and one was cream color. Of course
A .MINING ACCIDENT.
An Explosion of Giant 1’otvder Imprisons
300 Men.
Dram, Coi.., November 14.—A dispatch
to the Associated Press from Silver Cliff re
ports that an explosion of ginnt powder
occurred last ovening in tho boiler-room of
tho Bull Domingo mine. The building took
jilt anti the flames communicated to the
shaft house and to the timbers ht the en
trance to tho mine, cutting off the means of
escape of the men iu the lower levels.
Hundreds of men soon gathered at the
scene to assist in quenching the fire, and to
rescue the imprisoned miners. After work
ing all night nnd this morning, the
flitmes were extingnished aud the debrin
cleared from the mouth of the shaft. Mr
Armstrong, the foreman, was then lot down
by ropes about 100 feet. Ho found the
shaft filled with debrin. At this hour hopes
are entertained that the imprisoned men
are still alive in the drift nt tho 550-foot
level. Over 300 men are at work trying to
save them. Tho loss to tho company on
buildings nnd machinery is about $50,000.
Denver, November 14.—A later dispatch
from Silver Cliff says: At 5 p. in. Foreman
Armstrong wns let down to the 550 feet
level. He found ten men, all death Five
of them hntl climbed eighteen feet from the
bottom of the shaft to the drift, nnd there
died. The bodies were found in the mouth
of the drift. The other five hud died at the
drills in the face of the drift.
Mach indignation is felt towards the su
perintendent, nnd there is strung talk of
lynching him by tho miners, who accnse
him of crimimd negligence in keeping giant
powder in the boiler room. It seems
now that tho fire originated in
tho roof of the building, and it portion of
tho burning roof fell into the boiler room
nnd on the giant powder, which exploded,
blowing n hole in the boiler and dislocat
ing tho machinery, so that everything
stopped’nt once. But men could have been
drawn from the mine if the machinery could
have been kept running notwithstanding
that the building was on fire. On one was
seriously injured by the explosion in the
building, but the engineer amt
several others were stunned nnd
bruised. Engineer Chamberlain was
standing at his engine, trying
to make it work, whon ho wns surrounded
by the flames and was carried away by
friends. Hundreds of citizens of ltositn,
Silver Cliff and Oncerida worked till night
Inst night nnd nil day to-day endeavoring to
resene the miners, nnd hundreds are there
now helping to get the bodies ont of the
mine.
Everything is done by hand, ns the ma
chinery is destroyed. The sad calamity
has cast a gloom over the community such
as was never known before.
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HIS LAST CIGAR.
How Hon. Chauncoy M. Depew Stopped
.Smoking a Dozen Years Ago.
Albany Journal.
That genial humorist, able lawyer, adroit
S nlitician and eloquent speaker, the Hon.
hauncey M. Depew, was in Albany yester
day attending the meeting of the New York
Central stockholders. Meeting n friend, tho
tender of a cigar to Mr. Depew recalled
an interesting reminiscence, which we give
in Mr. Depew's words. Said he:
“I was a confirmed smoker, smoking
twenty cigars a day np to about a dozen
years ago; when I gave np the habit. I now-
do not use tobacco. Twelve or tbirteo
years ago I fonnd myself suffering from in
digestion, with wakeful fits nt night, ner
vousness and inability to snbmit to mnch
mental strain. I was in the city of Albany
one day and bonght a twenty-five-cent Par-
toga. I was walking np Broadway, and at
the comer of State street I took the cigar
out of my mouth aud looked at it, I had
smoked about an inch of it. A thought
■track me. I bad been reading a German
savant's book, on the nnhsalthfulness of
tlie use of tobacco. I looked at my cigar
and said: “Yon are responsible for this
, ... . . mischief.” I threw that Partaga into the
their shape was perfection, for were they gutter, nnd resolved not to smoke again.
nni in Kn ll.i.m lie tl.n IffUinsn'l .. . ’ °
The Cry is, Still they Cornel
NEW GOODS BY EVERY STEAMER.
Just received latest novelties in Velvets, Plain, Brocaded
and Two-Toned
NEW SILKS ! NEW DRESS GOODS.
We are now prepared to show tho finest lino of Under
wear in the city for Ladies’, Children’s nnd Men’s Wear. Tho
sale of these goods has been immense this season, necessitat
ing tho doubling of our first orders and extensive additions to
our already largo variety.
New Towels in Plain and Fancy Styles.
New Napkins and Doylies.
New Damasks in White and Colored just opened and
offered at attractive prices.
Now Hosiery for Ladies’, Misses’ and Gents, in all the
latest styles. Ladies’ Silk Hose in Black and Colored at ex
tremely low prices.
The largest line of Silk Handkerchiefs in Macon. Beau
tiful styles and great variety of prices.
Immense stock of Embroidered Hemstitched and Plain
Linen Handkerchiefs at prices that astonish and delight the
purchasers. ,
CARPETS.
Great additions the past week in fine nnd medium grades.
Our sales immense, and shipments to other cities numerous.
Sweeping reductions for balance of season. Respectfully,
J. W. RICE & CO.,
Triangular Work,il.Vm
not to be worn by the knitters?
AN EMPEROR'S GIFT.
“All right, your excellency; I think that
is the best course to puisne.’’
I drove st once to the house of the Bey,
where I was met by the eunuch with many
aalaams, professions of friendship, and the
assurance that bis master was not at home.
"That is all right,” said I, slipping a ten-
franc piece into his itching palm. “I will
await his return." I waa immediately invi
ted into the house, given a cup of coffeo and
a pipe, and overwhelmed with politeness,
while the master waa prodocsl after so
brief a delay aa to assure me that be had
been at home sll the time.
Talk about French politeness! It is no
Francis Joti'i.li, of Austria, Honors a Lit
tle Montgomery Girl.
Montgomery Advertiser, November 0.
An Advertiser reporter yestertlay saw a
beautiful niece of jewelry which has an in
teresting history; it is not likely that there
U another auch iu America. It is a present
from the Emperor of Austria to a little child
here in the city. In design it is a four-leaf
clover in gold, with u lovely dinmond dew-
drop in its centre. Upon its buck is this
inscription, engraved in the moat tasty
manner: “From his Imperial Majesty, Em-
C ror Francis Joseph I, to Churlotte Pol-
t; Ischl, lHth August, 1885.”
From Mr. Ignatins Poliak, the little girl's
father, an acuonnt of the imperinl gif t is ob
tained. Mrs. Poliak spent last summer at
the famous Alpine resort, Ischl. The Aus
trian Emperor was there at tho same time.
The 18th of Augnst waa little Charlotte's
sixth birthday. Her annt, without Mrs.
Poliak's knowing it, remembering that the
18th waa also Uie Emperor’s birthday .wrote
a note of congratulation from the child os n
little American girl on her sixth birthday
to the Emperor on bis fifth-fourth, anti
signed it simply “Charlotte.” Tho note was
accompanied by a small bunch of flow
ers. Nothing was heard of the modest
tribute of regard until eight dure afterward,
when the Emperor's master of ceremonies
called upon Mrs. Poliak nnd in the name of
his sovereign presented the beautiful token
already described. Ue told the lady that
when the Emperor came across the simple
note and bnnch of flowers from au Ameri
can child in the files of presents he was sc
struck with its sincerity and disinterested
ness tlmt he shed tears, and directed that
the child's fall name be obtained und her
self songht ont in order Hint his thanks
might he retained along with a memento of
his esteem.
BYE-BYE, PAPA.
A Chilli Killed While llhlitlnx Her Father
’ Good-bye.
A Jersey City special says: Little Mnmia
Lyman, the five-year-old daughter of Mr.
Michael Lyman, a young laboring man, No.
444 Henderson street, was killed nn Satur
day night while enthnsiaaticolly bidding her
father good-night. The Lymans live on the
fourth floor of a tenement. Mr. Lyman
started out to make some purchases, and
little Mamie, aa had been her habit, leaned
ont of tbe window to throw a kiss st
her papa and say good-bye. As her father
■topped from the front door she excitedly
waved her hand and cried, “Bye-bye,
naps.” He returned the signal, and she
delighted at the recognition, waved her
hand more vigorously. Suddenly she utter
ed a cry and clutched at the window milL
The next instant she fell almost at her
father's feet. The tittle one waa terribly
crashed. She waa picked np unconscious
atid carried to her parents' room, where abe
died an hoar later.
I hale tha bi*. oM Caahionnl pill.:
By .low rinrv they downward wend.
And often paoM, or upward tend;
With sack dheumfurt are they fraught.
Tlutr food rCacta earnout to naught
Now. Dr. nan prepare, a pill
That tart exactly flUTtho MU—
A Fatlrt. rethar. that i. aU-
A plaannt Pargatire, and unnlt;
Jaat try theta it you feel thalr need.
YonTl had that I apeak truth. Indeed.
For six months I suffered the torments of
the damned. I wanted to smoke, hut I
resolutely refused. My appetite meanwhile
twos growing better, my sleep was growing
sounder, nnd I conld do more work. I did
not smoke up to two or three years ago.
After I hnd worked for seventeen hoars con
tinuously ono day, late at night I thonghCT
would try a cigar as a soothing influence,
lit a cigar. It wits delicious. I enjoyed tho
aroma of tho smoke and the pleasure of the
cigar more than I con say. The next day I
smoked four cigars and the next two.
fonnd tho nse of tobacco was affecting my
physical system, and I stopped it entirely
and have not commenced again, and proba
bly never shall."
sir. Depew's genial face, his merry langh
and Ills vigorous appetite drive away any
suspicion one might entertain that he over
wus u victim of dyspepsia or its common
inrent, the tobacco habit. Mr. Depew, we
relieve, is the only American of note, except
ing General Grant, who is known to hnve
lmd the strength of will to break off amok
ing at a moment's wanting nnd without
moment's hesitation or delay. Only nn in
veterate smoker Who has bail the experience
can appreciate the grit required to success
fully pass through it.
A .MIRACULOUS FEAT.
Two Men Drive Over a ilallroail Track and
Bridge* Without Accident.
A Milwaukee, Win., special says: A spe
cial from Columbus, this State, says that
lost night a farmer living a tew miles from
town, who occasionally comes in and gets
very elevoted, performed an exploit worthy
f record. The night was as dark as Embus,
anil at about 2 a. ni., accompanied by
boon companion, the two start
ed for ont of town with a horse and buggy.
At the Ludington’ street crossing of the
Chicago, Milwaukee and HL l’aul track the
home wns tnrneu on tbe track, and was
driven a mile and a half eastward thereon,
to the first highway crooning. The feat was
accomplished without accident, althongh
the route lay over the iron railway bridge
over the Crawfish, with a 00-foot
span, which is nnpUnked, the horse
haring only the cross-ties and
guard-rails, each having an 8-inch face to
walk npon. The tracks of the home, which
waa shod only in front, were plainly traced
across tbe bridge, showing that the carefnl
animal hod stepped on the ties abont half
way crass, anil t non hod walked on a guard
rail the rest of ihc way. Two culverts and
two two cuttle-guard* were passed over in
the same way, one of the wheels of ihu
baggy running between the nils and tbe
other just outside. (
Georgia Patent..
Mr. II, N. Jenkins, solicitor of patents,
Washington, D. C., officially reports to the
Tklkokaph the following complete list of
patents granted Georgia inventors for the
week ending November 10, 1885: J. B.
Armstrong, F. E. Beane anil Rufus Carter
A Co., Augusta, shutter-worker; M. Hen
drick. Jackson, plow; L. D. Monroe and O.
Wiggins, Morgan, cultivator; same parties,
combined cotton seed planter and fertilizer
distributer; J. H. Alexander, Augusta,
label; W. H. Whitehead, Waycroas, label.
Wlirnre Cornea the Name
of Soeotloutf It Is dartred from two Orerk word.
•tKDtfllmf “to prewrre the Dith;" sad Itdreemo
IU till*, far than U no pmwrmtion which will do
this aw rapidly, aurety sad platrentti. The com
sumption of Bozo
Excelsion Cotton Gin I
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IS STILL MANUFACTURED BY
Massey Cotton Grin Works!
NEAR MACON, GEORGIA ’
Feeders and Condensers always on hand Old gins repaired at short *notice nnd
cheap. Send for circulars and pnees to
Massey Cotton Gin Works, Macon, Georgia.
jun7snn.twGm u
NOW IS THE TIME !
Don’t Waste Yonr Money on Third-Class Machinery.
Thousands wasted every year by not coming to Head
quarters to buy Machinery.
OVER FIFTY ENGINES SOLO.
Como and read what tho planters say about them. Wo
can show tho strongest certificates of tho best planters in
Georgia. The repairs on fifty Engines arc nominally noth
ing. Tho simplest, strongest and most durable Engines in
the United States.
M. J. HATCHER <& CO.
General Agents.
CLOTHING AND HATS
ESTABLISHED IN 1885.
Winsliip & Callaway,
120 Second Stbef.t,
Extend a generul invitation to tho public to cull and sec their
extensive stock of First-Class Clothing and Hats forGents
and Boys now oponing for the fall and winter trad
them an early call.
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