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Banks County Gazette.
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AN EVENING LULLABY.
There is many a dreamland fairy
Who comes when the night is still,
Who comes with a hush like a rose’s blush
Or a moonbeam over the hill.
When the children are growing sleepy
And with kisses are put to bed.
Then, out of the gloom where the star flow
ers bloom.
They come with a silent tread.
Oh, what are the babies dreaming.
And what do the children see?
A wonderful sight in a vision bright.
Afloat on the sleepy sea
The sweet little fairies of slumber
Are only for drowsy eyes.
And a flight they take when yon first awake.
And arc gone as the darkness flies.
I think you have seen them, dearie.
For often they come to you:
But then in a dream of course they seem
As if they were real and true.
They scatter your snowy pillow’
With dreams, like the leaves of a rose.
When you open your eyes with a glad sur
prise.
Where are they? Why, nobody knows,
60 never you mind, my darling,
ljf, somehow, you cannot tell
The wonderful place, nor ever trace
Tho laud where the fairies dwell
Their silvery wings that glimmer
Are out of a world afar;
They arc angels of light from a region bright
In the realm of some beautiful star.
—A- L. Tubbs in Glens Falls (S. Y.) Republican.
Governor Hogg, of Texas, on Cussing.
“No,” said Governor Hogg, “I
don’t know where I got ‘By gatlins’
at. I have been using it ever since I
can remember, and 1 have never
heard any one else use it. Perhaps
it is original. 1 do not say it is.
Anyhow, it has been a great comfort
to me throughout life, especially
when I am emotional.”
“Do you ever cuss, governor?”
“Not for many years. I quit it
before the war. When I was a small
boy I thought it was the thing to
use 1 , and one day I strung out a sci
entitle exhibition of profanity only
to look up and see my father bend
ing over me. I promised him if he
wouldn't tlu-ash me I would quit.
He took me at my word and 1
have kept my promise. In after
years, when I was a printer and an
editpr and undergoing all the mental
torture that afflicts the craft, I would
remember my promise just about
the time when my temper was about
to get the best of me.”—Cor. Gal
veston News.
Disgusted With the Party.
The republican party in Kansas is
in sore straits. The better class of
voters are leaving it in such numbers
as to create a feeling bordering on a
panic. Their speakers dare not
touch the issues of the day and use
most of their time falsifying and villi
tying tile reform movement. This is
so plain that thoughtful listeners can
not help but being impressed with a
feeling that their cause is weak.
Their rallys are slimly attended and
in some districts it is rumored, that
candidates whose records are too
offensive to the public, will probably
be withd'awn. Most of these candi
dates were put in nomination by the
railroad and capitol rings and boodle
will be freely used to force them in
office over the protests of the honest
voters. This state of affairs is a
shame and a disgrace to Kansas.
The following from one of the lead
ing republican campaign speakers
illustrates the feeling of many promi
nent business men of the state:
Topeka, Kansas, July 30.—Among
the list of names published by the
republican state central committee as
campaign speakers for Shawnee coun
ty was that of J. S. Ensmingei of this
city. Mr. Eusniinger is a good cam
paigner and one of the leading law
yers at the Topeka bar, but he is not
willing to talk for the republican par
ty this year. In a card published in
the Kansas Democrat this afternoon
he sets the republican state central
committee right as to his position, in
the following positive manner:
Much to my surprise I discover in
the Friday morning’s issue of The
Capital my name among the speakers
in this county who Whaley says will
support and campaign for the repub
lican ticket.
I want it distinctly understood and
desire to so state in this manner, that
my name was raised in that connec
tion totally without authority and
without even having been interviewed
or consulted with reference thereto.
And farther I desire to say in this
connection that whatever abilities I
may have in that line will not be en
listed in an unholy attempt to con
tinue longer in pewer that oligarchy of
oppression—the era of cant and hypoc
risy that, reign of fraud and corruption
that the republican party has given
us for the last three decades.
I am thoroughly disgusted with
the system of ring rule that has domi
nated the republican party, and turn
with refreshing deliverance and an
earnest zeal to the honest yeomanry
who have inscribed on their banners
the watchword of “reform.”
My efforts in the next campaign
will be enlisted in the people’s party,
and I propose to i ecome a “calamity
howler” ot the deepest hue. Respect
fully, J. S. ENBF.MINGER.
A SNAKE IN HIS BOOT.
How a niter lie paid a Practical Joker
WiVh liis Own Coin.
“There is just two tilings in this
world that I am mortally afraid of
and have no earthly use for,” said
my friend Johnny to me one day,
“and they are a bull and a rattle
snake." This flashed through my
mind when, after a hard day’s trout
ing, I stepped up to tho wagon to ex
change my heavy rubbers for my
light boots. Now one of these boots
was loaded—loaded with a five foot
blacksnalce put in tail first, which
one of the party had killed, and my
foot fet died up before I got half way
down that boot.
Now, I tun not afraid of snakes, but
I do not like them in my boots exact
ly, and especially not in the late dusk
of (he evening, when it is impossible
to tdl one snake from the other.
Wcli I turned that boot over to seo
wliat the trouble was, (La snake shot
out head first as though alive, and I
must have made a good sized jump,
for too hurrah of the boys would
nevei end. They had scored a good
one.
Now I did not own any bulls to
get square with, but rattlesnakes.
Five years had passed, when one
fine October morning I dropped into
his office. “Johnny, I am going up
to old Pike; birds are plenty; don’t
you v ant to go ?” He at cepted.
It vas a beautiful Indian summer
day at after a successful hunt I head
ed fo- a first class well stocked rat
tlesnake den. My plans were well
laid. Several times during the day I
asked him, “Johnny, do you know
where we are?” and after a few min
utes’ thought he would locate him
self \. ry will indeed. The thought
of snakes never entered his mind.
Finally we reached the den... I
kept him fully fifty yards to tho
light of it, while I traveled right
through the rocky ledge, keeping a
sharp lookout. It war uncomfort
ably varm and I was sure some rat
tlesn ikes would be out.
Ah: here tl ey were’ Rattles all
around me, and witlm. six feet of
lue laid-a large diamond back, coiled
up and saucy looking. I called my
companion to me.
“Johnny, do you know where you
are?”
“Well," he said, “let me see.”
“Oh,” said I. “there is no see about
it ; y-uare right square in a rattle
snake’s den. Shoot that big one
there —quick! We are square. ”
“1 could feel my hair raise and
my head commence to reel,’ 1 were
his words when lie told of his experi
ence.—Forest and Stream.
A Creature.
The coyote is in reality nothing
but a wild dog with a suggestion of
the wolf in tlio shape of the head.
Its scientific name, Canis aternas,
suggests its general type. It is com
mon throughout the Pacific slope
and is classed with “varmint,” be
cause it will, in the absence of other
prey, steal barnyard fowls or kill
lambs and sheep. Its grayish-yel
low fur, whiter beneath the body,
is ranch like that of tho timber wolf,
and its pointed muzzle, sharp eyes
and erect ears are foxlike. It lives
by preference in the wooded districts
or where it can find thickets for
shelter.
By day it usually remains con
cealed and only ventures out at dusk
when it may sometimes be seen
searching about for food. It is a so
ciable little animal, often traveling
in packs and usually in company
with at least one of its kind. When
night has closed in, the coyote be
comes noisy, yelping in a sharp, pro
longed cry that is not unpleasant.
Two of the animals often hunt to
gether and are more than a match
for a grown sheep.—Kansas City
Times.
The Polical Cyclone.
That we are in the midst of a terific
polical storm, no casual observer will
deny nnd that the present crisis is
unlike any other that our country lia-,
seen since the civil war, is also uni
versally conceded. Since tl o war
every national campaign has been a
“rough and tumble” contest between
the two old “octopuses,” the demo
cratic and republican parties. The
great masses of common people have
had no hand in national politics,
lIOMER, RANKS COUNTY, GEORGIA: AUGUST 23, 1802.
rather than se:v’.ng the party tyrant
by yielding to the party lash.
The campaign that is now agitating
the public mind, presents an entirely
different view. At first a small cloud
was scon rising in the east—that was
the knights of labor. Its approach
was so gradual that it gave the pluto
crats but little alarm at first. But in
the course of time the political ele
ments became disturbed in all direc
tion i, and a terrific cloud was seen in
ihe south that soon spread until it
reached from Oregon to Florida.
This was the Farmers Alliance and
kindred labor organizations. These
two gigantic clouds seem to be mov
ing in the same direction, toward
each other. This gavo good reason
for the belief that a cyclone was form
ing, which gavo the plutocrats much
alarm. The disturbed political ele
ments reached their climax at St.
Louis during the recent labor confer
ence, and it was no longer various
conflicting elements, but they assum
ed the terrible “funnel shape,” and
were converted into one powerful
cyclone.
Among the first things destroyed
by this political hurricane was the
politician's spider web (sectional
hate) that had been woven across our
fair land from the Atlantic to the
Pacific to catch the innocent flies who
might he passing either way. And
many were the flies that fell a prey
to these political spiders. Any one
who dared to raise bis voice in be
half of fraternal feeling was certain
to Income entangled in this maze
and ho devoured. This horrid web
was covered on either side by great,
greedy spiders; those on one side
holding aloft their banner branded in
g Ideal letters: ‘‘solid south,” and those
on the other waving theirs inscribed:
“solid north;” and this combination
o: corruptionists had become master
of the land and the despoilers of ,the
grandest republic the world ever saw.
When the cyclone—which is no
thing but the education of the people,
and a united north and south—struck
this “cunningly devised” web, not a
vestige was left to indicate the past
employment of the infamous gang of
conspirators.
I’u‘, dear reader, this political
torn) is not a thing of the past. Its
work is hardly begun. The light
ning flash (the reform press) is pene
trating every dark recess in our be
c’ouded land, and exp s’ng the cor
rapt schemes of unprincipled men tj
the public gaze.
The Seyd outrage, which eclipses
everything in the line of coTupt
legislation in the annals of history
has already been published in hun
dreds of papers, subsidized as well ns
reform, and (lie people of this great
nation are blushing in shame to think
that our beloved freedom that cost
the Puritan blood of our patriotic
forefathers, has been sacrificed on the
altar of Great Britain. Our country
that is the envy of every nation on
this earth; that is superior in intelli
gence and inventions to the combined
monarchies of Europe; that has not
yet celebrated its four hundredth
anniversary, but has gained the lead
in everything except patriotism, has
bowed the knee to the “golden calf”
and submitted to the dictation of the
most cursed government under the
sun!
But the tide is turning, the people
are going to wrest this county from
foreign bankers and their colleagues
on our own shores. Ihe power of
this cyclone will be felt at the bottom
of the vaults of the eastern bankers,
and it will hurl the hoarded millions
of the people’s money to every part
of this country, and make a blessing
of this medium of exchange that l a;
been converted into a curse. The
hand of God, who controls the desti
nies of men, is upon the side of jus
tice', and woe betide the man who
raises his hand against that of his
Maker! l.ike Belshazzer in Babylon,
they will perish in their banquet,
while the wine yet sparkles ir, the
cup; and like some characters men
tioned in the Bible, they will call
upon the mountains to fail on them,
and hide them from the vengeance of
an outraged people, and the face of
a frowning providence ! —Economist,
A HARMONICON FIEND.
Flow 110 riimrishtul for a Season, but
Was Silenced by a Girl.
It is a peculiarity of the harmoni
eou habit that it deadens its victims
to the rights of others. It is esti
mated that only one person in every
million, outside of the victim of the
disease, enjoys the alleged “music”
of the harmonicon. Yet it may bo
noticed by an observant person that
a harmonicon fiend will throw nil
the force of his invariably robust
nature iutio playing “chimes" every
time lie gets into a street ear.
One of the outlaws boarded a Third
aveuue elevated train at One Hun
dred and Twenty-ninth street one
evening recently and promptly began
“entertaining" the other passengers.
An elderly man, after enduring the
evident agony for awhile, remarked,
“Young man, will you please desist?
That noise is very annoying.”
‘“Noisel” roared the fiend. “You
don’t know nothing about music.
Well, I ain't *er guin tor stop. Sve?”
The elderly man evidently realized
that further remonstrfhico was vain
and said nothing. At- the next sta
tion a well dressed young man, ac
companied by a lady, boarded the
train, and sit once both of the new
passengers began showing annoyance
at the noise, which prevented the
continuance of their conversation.
Tho young man finally appealed to
the trainguard to stop tho racket
tnado by the harmonicon, and called
attention to tho fact that several pas
sengers had been driven from the car.
The guard cast a seven pound look of
scorn upon the complaining passen
ger and remarked: “Why, ho ain’t
doing no harm. Ho only wants to bo
a little bit sociable]ike.”
Other passengers also appealed to
the guard, but with no better result.
At last the young man approached
the fiend and said: “My friend, that
may be very sweet music to you, but
tho other passengers prefer less n<rise.
Won’t you please stop it?” Tho fiend
grew as angry as though one of his
constitutional privileges was at
tacked, and addressed profane lan
guage to the man, loud enough for
all of tiio passengers to hear, and
then resumed his campaign of tor
ture.
Tho passengers were very angry,
but did not care to get into what
promised to he a fight witii tho fiend.
Over in the corner of tho car sat a
girl about sixteen years old and by
no means robust. Slio seemed to
pay but little attention to the contro
versy. When tho other passengers
settled themselves down to endure
the torture as best they could the
girl got up and walked over to tho
harmonicon fiend.
“I can lick any man myself who
has no more sense than to try to
drive people crazy with such a racket
as you tnako,” she said to the fiend,
and before he had recovered from
his astonishment slio grabbed the
harmonicon and hurled it through
an open window and then resumed
her seat in the corner. And that
young, would he “bully” shriveled
up in his seat till he was scarcely
visible, and did not utter a word of
protest evon. When the girl left the
train every passenger applauded her
with their hands and some cheered
in addition. She evidently knows
what harmonicon fiends are made of.
—New York Recorder.
Proof Positive That Girls Like Antiques.
Nothing more plainly illustrates
that the girl of tho period is partial
to things antique than her persistent
fondness for tho long trained skirt.
It is found on investigation that this
abominable costume was invented
first in England by Anno, quqen of
Richard 11, nearly 500 years ago.
'Phis was probably the first street
cleaning apparatus to he invented.
This same queen should also he
blamed for tho large hats, thoso of
abnormal size, with great flaring
brims, intimate relatives of our the
ater bonnets now in vogue. Surely
this estimable woman had much to
be responsible for.—Chicago Herald.
Burton’s argument on the free coin
age of silver. Silver he says is worth
to-day seventy-five cents —that is, the
amount of silver in the dollar is valued
at seventy-five cents. Now if we had
free coinage, the speculators would
buy his silver at seventy-five cents
and take it to the United States mint
and the government would coin it free
and give it hack to him at a dollar
worth one hundred cents, and then
he asked if his intelligent audience
wanted that kind of money and his
“intelligent” audience gavo great
applause to think that the poor fool
who had the silver would sell it to the
speculator, when he himself could
have it coined into .the dollar the
same as the speculator. This is a
sample of the education that “Bur
ton’s caravan” is disseminating over
the country, and, we suppose, a good
sample of the audiences, —Saljna,Kan.,
Union.
Destroying Kansas Credit.
What a sensless accusation is the
republican statement that the people’s
party wants to destroy the credit, of
the state. The credit-of a state, like
that of an individual, depends upon
the prompt payment of debts. The
people’s party desires to bring about
a condition of things wherein it will
be possible for the debtors of Kansas
to not only pay their obligations but
keep out of debt. The republican
party wishes them to stay in debt by
inability to pay. Now, who is trying
to destroy the credit of Kansas '?—
The Alliant, Concordia, Krai.
IV It i'ii It Rallied To ml a.
There are several instances on rec
ord of tho fall of live insects, ser
pents and animals from tho -clouds—
in short, instances when it has liter
ally’ "rained" such creatures. At
Lyons, France, in 1606, “it rained
for a goodly spell toads of the big
ness of a man’s baud, and the stench
from them some days later was in
tolerable.” At Limerick, Ireland, in
1827, Wyatt records “a shower of
small, live toads.” As late as June,
1888, there was such a “shower” at
Wickford, R. I, when thousands of
lively’ little toads tumbled down dim
ing tho prevalence of a thunder
storm. —St. Louis Republic.
Tlioology ami Xlollglon.
Tho Rev. Dr. Putnam, for many
years ono of the ablest and most be
loved of the Unitarian clergymen
about Boston, went on ono occasion
to iireach in a New Hampshire vil
lage. Ho was effusively greeted by
ono of the congregation, who said to
him: “Dr. Putnam, I am delighted
to hear you again. 1 remember
when you preached hero before, some
ten years ago, and I shall never for
get your sermon.”
“Ah!” said the doctor, pleased to
bo remembered. “What was tho
subject of my sermon?”
“I don’t remember exactly,” was
the reply.
“Do you recall anything in it
which will help to bring it to my
mind?”
“I only remember distinctly one
thing," said the other. “You said
that theology is not religion by a
blamed sight!”
Dr. Putnam occasionally told the
story with great gusto.—Minneapolis
Journal. .
First Cigars In France.
It is curious that only’ 100 years
ago scarcely any European in the
countries north of Spain had smoked
a cigar. It first became a fashion in
Hamburg, where the first cigar shop
was opened by Schlottman, in 1788.
It is a popular belief among the Ger
mans that cigar smoking was origi
nally introduced among them some
years later, when their fatherland
was invaded l>y the soldiers of tho
French republic. According* to the
inedited autobiography of the French
actor, Hippolyte Anger, the French
soldiers smoked no cigars until the
second decade of our century, when
they acquired the habit in Spain.
‘ ‘We traveled back to Paris through
Orleans," said the actor. “We fre
quently met officers on the road who
were returning from the campaign
in Spain. They mostly had cigars in
their mouths; it was then anew
custom, though it diss now become
universal. ” The restored king, Louis
XVIII, had sent an army of 100,000
men to invade Spain. If the cam
paign did no other good, observes
Hippolyte Anger, it “certainly had a
valuable financial effect, for it cre
ated a voluntary tax.”—Kleino Zei-
Where Groen Snow I Found.
There are three places known
where green snow is found. One of
those places is near Mount Hecla,
Iceland, another fourteen miles east
of the mouth of the Obi and the third
near Quito, South America. —Boston
Globe.
A Woo Woather Prophet.
Little Boy—Do you think it’s going
to rain?
Little Sister—-Did pa tako his um
brella?
Little Boy—No.
Little Sister —Yes, it'sgoin to wain.
—Good News.
The people arid-the newspapers
that cry out against the lawlessness of
labor strikes and t takers, and yet have
no word of condemnation f u- the
Pinkertons and their assassins, do
worse than “strain at a gnat and
SINGLE COPY THREE CENTS.
swallow a camel.” They show be
yond a doubt that their sympathies
arc all on tho side of might against
right. The wonder is that the Ameri
can people have suffered the Pinker
tons to carry on their unlawful busi
ness ns long as they have. A stand
ing army of more than 110,000 men
maintained by capital to do its bid
ding is a menace to tho very name of
freedom, and a disgrace to any peo
ple. The Pinkertons must go.-
Western Herald, Girard, Kans.
Almost overy train from the south
to this county now brings in a fresh
installment of the dusky tribe of Ilam.
There are many negroes now in this
county that were not here two or
three weeks ago. What their mis
sion is wc are unable to say; but they
are here and they still come. We
have seen many ourselves in the past
week who are. entire strangers in
this county and no doubt they will
stay here till after the election and
then disappear as usual for four
years.—Farmers’ and Laborers’ Light,
Princeton, Ind.
Axi Advurtiiioiuvnt of the Past.
The art of advertising is curried
pretty far in these days, but after all
there is nothing new under the sun,
and very likely if the hieroglyphics
of the Egyptian sculptures were prop
erly understood they would be found
to be merely advertisements of pat
ent nostrums, cosmetics and gim
cnicks generally. At least as far
back as tho publication of newspa
pers has extended the art has been
always much the same.
An instance is to bo found in the
advertisement of 175 years ago, in
which were set forth the virtues of a
medicine, which cured all sorts of
diseases “by promoting the cheerful
Cuticle of the Blood and Juices rais
ing all the Fluids from their languid
State to one more florid and spar
kling, restoring a Juvenile Bloom, in
creasing the animal Spirits, and evi
dently replenishing tho crispy fibers
of the whole Habit with a generous
Warmth and balmy Moisture, and
thereby invigorating to such a De
gree, as not to Vie imagined. It is an
admirable Remedy in all Weakness
of tho Body or Decay of Constitution
of any Kind, and even seems to keep
Back tho Effects of Old-age itsolf.”
This is hardly to ho outdone in
these days of abundant advertising,
when the profession of writing ad
vertisements is recognized as a legiti
mate business, on a plane somewhat
lower, it is true, theoretically, than
tho writing of epics, but equally
legitimate and far more profitable.—
Boston Courier.
Wild Animals Tamed by Good Food*
Old baboons, naturally the most
surly of prisoners, will treat their
keeper with a filial affection varying
with the quality of the menu, and a
first class caterer can manage to do
mesticate even such boarders as
wolves and reptiles. A German
colonist of New Freyburg, Brazil,
lias collected a houseful of stuffed
birds, that have been described by
several travelers, but in the opinion
of the natives the curiosities of his
museum are eelipsed by the menag
erie of his daughter, whose culinary
talents liayo charmed the souls of
some of the wildest denizens of the
forest, including several tree snakes
(which in Mexico, too, are often do
mesticated for mousing purposes)
and a large boa, a formidable look
ing monster with the disposition of a
lapdog, that will share the children’s
breakfast of milk and bread and at a
signal of his benefactress will cux - l
himself up in her apron with a su
pernumerary coil or two around her
t'eot.
But an indigestion or a brief delay
of the dinner hour is liable to modify
the amiable disposition of such pets,
and beast trainers who keep boas for
exhibition purposes generally take
care to postpone their performances
till after meal times. —San Francisco
Chronicle.
A Scotch Sentence.
Lord Braxfield admitted tho abili
ties of a criminal who was undoubt
edly an accomplished murderer, for
tho judge said, “Y’re a clever chiel.
but y’ll be nano the waur of a hang
ing, my man.”- Hard Scotch.
‘•There is plenty of room at the
top,” is a phra<e often on the lips of
persons who defend the present com
petitive, devil-take-the-hindmost or
der of things. A more stupid and
brutal fallacy than is involved in this
maxim never found expression. “At
the top” of what is it meant that there
is plenty of room? Manifestly at tho
top of tho others, —of the mass. The
very expression thus implies that the
mass is and must be undermost, and
that those who are at the top must be
relatively few.—Now Nation.