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About The Ashburn advance. (Ashburn, Ga.) 18??-19?? | View Entire Issue (April 15, 1899)
MEN OF THE WEST. We sent you o’er the sunlit sea, Men of the West— To carry peace and industry To war's unrest. No grateful homage found ye there, Nor honor due; A sullen land with throatn’iug air Admitted you. Ye faltered not at burning sun Nor fever’s might. Nor when ye found the task begun A bitter fight. Ye toiled patient amid a zeal; people rude With Nor lifted at ingratitude Th' avenging steel. A blighted land that could not see The proffered light; Nor comprehend that liberty Of truth and right. They struck the baud that was their hope A cruel blow — The hand that had not stooped to cope With such a foe. Ah! bravely then ye faced the blast And joyful bled: And perished, fighting to the last, Our gallant dead! We cannot wcop at such a death; Nor toll the bell While with a deep exultant breath Our bosoms swell. We^trastPd and were not deceived. Men of the West; Ye fought and died as ye had lived— Y'our Nation's best, And yo, who live to toil anew, We trust as well As those who, faithful, toiled with you, And, faithful, fell. C. Ballard. Union THE THO FRANCS. Briehanteau leaned back in his chair, and, stretching out his long, thin legs, yawned luxuriously. Then, recovering himself with deliberation, he thrust his hands deep down into his trousers pockets. His lingers came in contact with some coins, and, after jingling them for a few minutes, he collected them in the palm of his hand, and, pulling them out, counted them carefully. They consisted of two francs and a few sous. Putting them back into liis pocket, lie rose, and, assuming a ma¬ jestic attitude, extended liis arms to heaven and spoke. His deep, rich, powerful voice Hooded the room. “Ye gods!” he cried, “Melpomene gracious. smiles. The mighty Jove is Dame Fortune, willful jade, finding that genius caves not for her frown, now, womanlike, caresses that which first she flouted. Bell Id, today the theatre rewards its humble servant with that base metal that sustains his life, and he has yet two francs! Wealth, riches illimitable! Two francs! Aha!” Witli a gesture of magnificent abandon he flung himself into liis chair, and, resting his chin on his left hand, sat for a few minutes with his brows knit as if in deep thought. “Two francs! How shall we spend them?” lie muttered, tragically. “How shall we disjrose of this superfluous bounty of the flouting dame?” And, with a dramatic gesture, he thrust tho lingers of his right hand through the masses of his long, gray hair. “Ha! We have it,” he cried suddenly, in deep, stentorian tones. “The Cafe Diane. We will dine; taste once more ambrosial fare, and quaff again the nectar of the gods. ’Tis good. The is good. ” Jumping from his seat, he took off the old flowered silk dress¬ ing-gown he was wearing and hanging it carefully on a nail, went to the tiny cupboard that contained his wardrobe, and drew forth an old and somewhat threadbare furlined overcoat.in which, despite the hot June sun, he proceed- •ed to clothe himself. Then, when he had carefully ex- •amined his chin to see if it required shaving, and readjusted his long,lank hair, he put ou a large, slouching felt hat, and,taking a cane richly mounted -svith polished brass, walked out of the ;room. It was a long way down from the attic to the street, and the stairs were dark and narrow. Briehanteau, who always carefully explained to his few visitors that he preferred the attic, as it was nearer “the flaming courses of the whirling stars,” walked down with evident distaste. At last he reached the ground floor, and stood in the dark, narrow passage which led to the street. Here ho paused, standing for a minute in deep meditation before a dirty, dilapidated door. At last he made up his mind, and, raising his baud, cane* rapped loudly * with the knob of his “Come in,” said a pleasant voice. Bnchaiiteau turned the handle,and, flinging back the door, stood for a moment on tho threshold,hat in hand, bowing magnificently. madam,” he said, “Good morning, The room was hot and steaming, The ceiling, though low, was hidden from view by numberless cords, ou which hung various articles of cloth¬ ing, all more or less damp. On the opposite side of the room a plump, comely little woman was busily em¬ ployed ironing. Monsieur Brichan- “Good morning, fcenn," she replied, looking up for a moment from her work. “It is a tine day.” “The day indeed is fine,” answered Bvichanteau,leauiug elegantly against the door posts as he spoke. “Aurora smiles, and deigns to rain her golden sunbeams like (lowers upon her hum¬ ble slaves.” Madame raised her bauds with that pretty gesture which is common to every true-born Frenchwoman. “La, Monsieur! How beautifully you talk. You are indeed a true poet.” He smiled and shook liis head with conscious humility. “Nay, madatne, you Hatter me. I am no poet; only a humble slave of Art. A slave who has endured much for the Cause, ’tis true; but one who is yet a slave.” She shook her head sympathetically. “You have had trials, Monsieur?” she asked. • “Trials!” he answered; I have starved; I have played to cheering multitudes and to howling mobs; I have endured bombardments of vege- tables, and received showers of roses; and yet 1 have played on. Genius cannot be overcome by trifles; naught but death can quench its consuming fire. The public do not understand Briehanteau. So much the worse for the public. They are fools, Mean- while, Briehanteau still plays on.” He stopped, and, folding his arms theatrically, resumed his old position by the door post. “And yet there have been triumphs,” she suggested, soothingly. “Triumphs!” he replied, eagerly. “Aye, there have been triumphs, too. My Louis XI was received with ac¬ clamations that filled the house. The applause was thunderous. The magic of my sway carried everything before it. it was victory, indeed. To be sure, oue miserable critic,full ot envy, dared to decry me; but I challenged him, and he fell before the outslanght my righteous fury like an oak before the tempest.” “Did you kill him?” she asked,hor¬ ror-struck. ‘Fill him, the cm ! Nay. Genius can afford to be magnanimous. He thought the victory was his; but played he had to ‘Boland’ deal with <me ‘jdayaru,'’ who Jiad and and T Xopoieon the Great,’ and' his skill ras un.iv. lung. I spared his life,and ran him through the lung. But I am retarding you. A thousand pardons. I did but come to inquire after the little Susette; and I have stayed to chatter. ” The woman stopped her ironing. “Thank you,monsieur;she is better,” she leplied. “The doctor says that all she wants is good food—chickens, and fruit. But, alas! such things are impossible; they cost money,” she added, sadly. ( i’ Tis true,’’answered the old actor, shaking his head mournfully, “they cost money. Madame, I feel for you, and I hope the little one wil.l soon bo yell. d(Peu!” and bowing gracefully out The Cafe Diane, the object of Bri- chanteau’s journey, was some distance from his lowly ab.de. Thither lie wended his way with slow and digui- Tied steps,and as he walked he drooped his head forward as if in deepmedi- tatipn. This fit lasted until he had almost reached his destination, when, two doors from the cafe, he halted outside a fruiterer’s shop. He stood irresolute for several minutes; now looking at the stores of fruit piled up > n front of him,and now casting lorig- iug glances at the adjacent restaurant. At last he seemed to make 1 ?’ bl * mind. . . Drawinghimselt tv • i • up to A his t full , height, he stalked into the shop. “How much are these grapes?” he asked, waving his hand,with a rnagni- ficent gesture, toward the fruit in question. “Two francs a pound,” answered the shopman, bowing politely. Th# actor concealed his disappoint- nient with an effort, for he thought the price exorbitant. “I will have a pound,” he said, grandly. “After all, there are still the sous,” he muttered, as he strode proudly * out of the shop. “Madame, Dame Fortune smiles, The gods are indeed gracious. Today they shower their blessings like tlio rain.” The woman pameil in her almost ceaseless ironing. “What has Monsieur?” she asked, sur¬ prised at tiie interruption. “My old friend and comrade, Mon¬ sieur the Marquis de Morthou, one of the few who do not forget Briehau- tean, has sent mo a hamper of the produce of his chateau,” answered the actor, grandly. “Among other things, he sent those grapes. I beg von to accept them for the little Musette,” and he thrust them into her hands. Bhe thanked him with tears in her eyes, she knew that absent-minded,had ho was lying. Brieliauteau, the given them to her in the tradesman’s printed paper bag.—W. Poole, in CUBA’S HATE OF SPANIARDS. Dent. Muller of Spain's Navy Tell* of Some of tl)o Thing;* That Censed It. The office of naval intelligence lias issued another edition of the report of the bnttles and capitulation of Santiago de Cuba by Lieut. Jose Muller of Tejeiro, second in command of tho Spanish naval forces of the province of Santiago. This addition contains two chapters in which Lieut. Muller seeks to explain the reason for the Cuban hatred of the Spanish that led to the war with the United States. He speaks first of the “conduct of a cer¬ tain number of people who came from the peninsula with no other object in view than to accumulate a fortune in more or less of a hurry, the majority knowl¬ of them having no education or edge of any kind.” Continuing, tho lieutenant says: “In order to attain their highest desires and ambitious they incessantly boast of everything Spanish, whereby they must necessarily come in con¬ flict with the Cubans whose feelings and dignity they hurt and offend. When they have acquired money they aspire to lucrative and important offices, which they obtain because they are Spanish, to the prejudice of others who, by their intelligence and ability, are better fitted to hold them, and the aversion is intensified into hatred, which, always latent, though con¬ cealed, was only waiting for an oppor¬ This tunity to break out openly, opportunity presented itself for the first time in 1868, and the battled - / of Tara became the signal of vengeance and extermination, to which these pen¬ insulars responded by organizing the corps of volunteers.” Th,e lieutenant, while admitting that the volunteers did some good ser¬ vice, says: if— I J 11 events have s^btvn very plainly that to them the nation was but a_ pretext and that the object was quite a different one, namely, the attainment of their aspirations and the realization of their desires.” In the second chapter the lieuten¬ ant compares the siege of Santiago to Santiago's tho siege of Gevona, and says that defence was not less bril¬ liant, though of shorter duration. New Use for Catfish. In Portland, Oregon, according to tho Oregonian, the familiar catfish figures as a hardy pioneer and a val¬ ued adjunct to the street department, all because the terra cotta sewers and drains, especially those in the lower part of the city, frequently get If then sewer Is not brotc en, it cait be cleaned by passing a rope through it, to be pniled backward and forward until the obstruction is loosened and removed. The deputy superintend¬ ent of streets has had a great deal of such work to look after, and the worry connected with getting the rope through has gone far toward thinning his hair. He has at last discovered a quick, sure and easy method. He goes to the river, catches a cat- fish, ties a string to its tail, drops it down a manhole into the sewer, and it at once starts for the river, and forces its way through any obstrnc- n °T as fiolid as the string after it. Then the deputy goes aH f al . q own the sewer as he deems necessary, and picks up the string, which he uses to draw a wire through the sewer, and with this a rope is pulled through, and the sewer is soon cleaved. - ----- a Dad Mrs. Brown—I’m sure you have a good husband. Mrs. Green—Yes, but then he is such a wretched manager! If you’ll believe it, he went and paid our gio- cer’s and butcher’s bill last week, when he knew well enough the ehil- 'ben were suffering for bicycles.— Boston Transcript. HOUSEWORK NOT IN FAVOR. Statistic* in Factories ami simp* IMovo It—Work Among Kmplovcr*. Housework is not looked upon with more favor by workers in shop and factory than it has been heretofore, according to tho investigations recent¬ ly made by the committee of domestic reform of the Women’s Educational and Industrial Union, which is re- ported in the Labor Bulletin of Mas- Bachusetts; Of the 200 workers in shop and factory, statistics of whose hours and wage < are given, the inn- joritv of women agree that housework is more healthful mid pays better than shop or factory work, but there are enough disadvantages to make it ob¬ jectionable to them. Finding this general objection to domestic service the committee of domestic reform has decided to turn its attention to the employers, to interest them, and, if ihe interest becomes general, specific changes in the conditions of domestic service may be made, and women will find it agreeable to leave shop and factory for the home. The social stigma which attaches to workers at domestic service was found to be one of the strongest objections the majority of girls in both shop and factory have to undertaking it,though it is a feeling, it was found, of which they were not always conscious. Only a few—twenty of each class of work¬ women—objected to tho housework itself, and many said they would like to do it for themselves. The factory girl doing hand work, it was found, made fewer objections to housework than the machine workers. Yet they objected to tho long hours and to work¬ ing alone. The isolation of house¬ work which follows from tho greater number of families employing offered only one servant was the objection by the greater number of the workers, ft has been found among the women who do go out to domestic service that, while they really prefer general housework to tho work either of cook, chambermaid or waitress, they will take those positions for the sake of company. objec¬ The various reasons given as tions to domestic service by the dif¬ ferent. workers interviewed, ranged in order, are as follows: Stigma, loss of caste, less satisfac¬ tory hours of labor, isolation, work¬ ing alone, lack of independence, wom¬ en emjdoyers, too hard work, even without laundry work; both house¬ work and laundry work distasteful, less pay and housework not more healthful. None lack of the shop tTidepcuifeuce, employes objected though to the tweuty-foiti* of {he factory workers raised that objection, u n, l ve ’’Y *°' v the workers of either class considered tlie pay in household service. Statistics are given as to the num¬ ber of women of each class of workers who made specific objections, but it is unnecessary to repeat them to show tho general trend of feeling. The committee on domestic reform is go- ing back to the point from wjlich everyone wuo has, given tho subject thought says a start must be made —to the employers of domestic ser- units. There is room for much original thought and effort among cm ployers thmnsel ves. A Sea.(loins: Sanatorium. For twenty years a floating hospital has regularly carried out from New York each i pr,»injp bind ; uiantB to breathe tTio pure air which it is difficult for thorn to obtain in the tene¬ ments in which they dwell. On this R*iip are a few cots and beds for “ctues” too jll to sit outside, but the great mass of the patients sit or jflay on deck, breathing freslj air and en joying sea breezes. Then feeding¬ time comes round, and both the chil¬ dren and the mothers—for no infants come without their mothers—get for once a good tneal. Bathing is another great feature of these trips, and on the lower deck of the tal baths of various sorts are supplied, so that the little ones return after their outing with dean skins and full stomachs, with bodies revived by the sen air, and minds refreshed by now sights which they will not readily for¬ get. Ground Ov»te,- M.eti Medicine. Ground oyster shells were given by the medieval doctors to children suf- fering from rickets and scrofula Now it anpears that they were right The sheds contain mangauese’ma^nssial lime, nitrogen flour’ iron sulphur, acid° iodine’ bromide, phosphoric and all excellent for feeble children They say that if growing children were to take powdered oyster shells in their food ^ j JC j n ,p r()Ve( j HOW A PIC ' BROKE" A FARMER. Fight Over u I’nrker Between Tire Farmer* in North Dakota. “Up in the North Dakota town of said W. 1’. Sterling a trav¬ ut theHofl’man House, “is a rusty which represents an expenditure $2(>8.85. It originally cost 50 cents now adorns, or did not so very long ago, a wall in tho ollice of the of the pence, a memento of the of some kinds of legal battles, Underneath it is this legtunl: ‘I cut a pig and broke a farmer.’ “Two farmers lived on adjoining quarter sections near the outskirts of the town. Once they were friendly,but the episode of the axe broke up all such relations, and oue was compelled to move away. “Farmer ‘Bill’ Williams had a pig that could generally iiiul nothing better to do than encroach upon tho kitchen garden of neighbor Haskin. A post fence ran between the two houses, and Haskin’s garden was with¬ in a small light fence inclosure. Haskin protested mildly at first, but liunlly relations became strained and lie warned ‘Bill’ one day that the next time he found the pig in his inelosuro he would confiscate it. But Williams laughed at him. Two or three days later Haskin caught the pig in his bean patch. Ho made for the animal and caught it by the hind legs as it was going through a hole in the fence. Williams rushed out of the house amt managed to catch thesqueiiliug porker by the forelegs. One jerk and Haskin had it, but ‘Bill’ reached over the fence, which stood about four feat high, and got another grip on ilieani- lnal’s forelegs. Then began the tug of war, both men pulling at the pig’s legs. YVhat with ‘cussing’ back and forth and the pig’s squealing there was u terrible commotion. The pig stretched taut was in a fair way of being torn apart, when Haskin’s sou came out of the house, and, seeing ‘Bill’s’ uxe on the woodpile, jumped the fence and seized it with presum¬ ably murderous intent. “ ‘Cut the pig, Si!’ yelled Haskin to his son. Si ran up with the axo aloft and let fly. As luck would have it, the porker’s body was directly over a post. Well, the blade came down and cut the pig clean in two. Tho men fell over backward, but presently, hand, each with half a pig in one was shaking his free fist at the other across the fence and making threats. Si had run into his father’s house with the axe. Then their wives came out and got them apart. “ ‘I’ll sue you!’ yelled ‘Bill’ as a parting shot. << ‘;g no away! Tarnation hooker” retorted 1- i * 1 * — ( —.... j. >1 tmftt jmri, and you don’t git no pig and no axe.’ “Now, up in that part of Dakota every one can tell you of the celebrated case of Williams vs. Haskin, although it was tried four years ago. Williams brought suit before a justice of the peace for et return of that axe. a value of half a jiig was lost sight of. Haskin put in a bill for damages to liis garden. By the time the suit passed the county court and had gone against Williams tho costs and fees reached $268.35. Ho had to sell out and move away. Fjp;- mor Haskin gave the axo to tho the justicoj day, \yuo nad'G it the on his trial, wujl and one soon after BOlfl" wag posted the lege mb’' A V«^i>tiili|c Buttery. A German professor 'he name ot Leipsic has discovered in India ft which is a natural electric battoryi When the dark green leaves of the tree were touched with tho fingers a tiny spark was emitted and n distinct electrical shock was felt. Professor Leipsic found that even ut a distance of 80 feet tho tree had a strong in¬ fluence upon the magnetic needle. These magnetic variations varied ac- cording to the time of day. They were strongest at noon, but almost entirely disappeared at midnight, The olec- tricity also disappeared in wet weather. No explanation of this strange phe¬ nomenon is attempted.—Philadelphia llecord. Insert Note*. The slow flapping of a butterfly’s wing produces no sound. When the movements are rapid, a noise is pro¬ duced which increases with the num¬ ber of vibrations. Thus the house fly, which produces the sound F, vi¬ brates its wings 21,120 times a minute, or 335 times in a second; and the bee, which makes a sound of A, as many as 26,400 times, or 410 a second. A tired bee hums'on E, and therefore, according to theory, vibrates its iviug '1 only 330 times a second.
