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The Sylvania Telephone. C. H. MEDLOCK, Editor and Publisher. YOL. I. The Nose Out of Joint. Oh ! a comical thing is a nose out ot joint! There is a wee chap Who met this mishap; He looked very glam, And grew almost dumb; Then he stood in a corner to pout, No doubt, Decidedly hurt and put out. Oh ! the curious phase of a nose out of joint! He tried to appear In excellent cheer— In one eye a smile, A tear all the while In the other, led one to believe, And grieve, That clearly he tried to deceive ! Oh ! the innocent cause oi a nose out o( joint! Ten pink little toes, A svee, lunuy nose, And eyes, bright and now, Of robin’s-egg blue, All up stairs in a soft cradle-nest, At rest, With tiniest hands on its breast ! Oh ! the wonde rful cure of a noee out of joint! A mother’s iond call, A gentle footfall; A sweet word of joy, A kiss lor her boy, And a shy little brotherly peep, And deep Springs love for the baby asleep! — George Cooper, in Ji'ew York, Independent. A HEROINE OF ROMANCE. His hair wa3 white as snow, but his round visage was ruddy still, and Iris black, bead-like eyes glittered as wit h the fire of youth. “Captain Dulnare will you never grow old,” said his friends, which saying in terpreted, meant that he would be hah and hearty to the last, when death would take him suddenly, with no worrying prelude of lengthened Help less decline, as might reasonably be ex pected, as he had already passed hit allotted term of three score years and ten. The beautiful girl at his side was qs his f^aughter and prospective heiress. Virginia Dulnare was shapely in fig ure, and not too tall. Her features were exquisite, her lips scarlet, her eyes large and brown, ana her silky hair like a fleece of gold. Just now the young and flushed face was hidden on the old man’s knee. “ Do you really love the poor fellow whom they call Hugh Girard?” asked Captain Dulnare, in a fond, disappointed whisper. “ Very dearly, papa,” was the smoth ered reply. With both his white withered hands he lifted the dainty, blushing lace, and looked steadfastly into the big, wistful, brown eyes. “ Virgie,” lie.’said, in those firm, stern tones that no man ever dared to dis obey, “ it is my wish and will that you marry-Sextus Weldon. You think you love another, but at your age love is but a lightning flash of passion and fancy. I know best what will make you happy. Therefore I have chosen your husband for you. “I distrust and despise Sextus Wel don,” returned the girl, passionately, springing to her feet. “It is your money, not me, he cares for.” A strange look wavered over the round, ruddy visage of the old gentle man. “Another romantic hallucination, my child,” he said. “ The young man idolizes you. Do you think your old father does not know the signs of love? And, my pretty lamb, Sextus iB very rich, and I would like to have you the wife of a worthy man when I am gone.” “I had rather be poor and contented, papa,” sobbed his child, fc Then the old man’s eyes grew stormy with the anger she feared. “You ungrateful girl! how ungrateful you will never know till I am dead. Have I not been kind to you? Have I ever asked you to do anything that was not for your welfare? Have you not been happiest when you pleased me most? What is the experience of twenty compared to that of seventy? Virginia, promise me that you will give up Hugh Girard, and pledge yourself to Sextus. Weldon when he asks you?” “I promise,” answered the awed and weeping Captain girl, D.ilnare and then with a tender kiss sent her away, beiDg well pleased. What varied and momentous events are ofttime crowded into a single hour of a lifetime. Before the sun of that day set, Vir ginia Dulnare wore on one lily-white, rose-tipped finger a magnificent diamond ring—the symbol of her betrothal to Sextus Weldon. And scarcely had the cold, yellow circlet grown warm on her finger before Hugh Girard came for the decisive answer he had expected for many weeks. There were passionate words on the bearded lips of the handsome, blue-eyed man, but a single gesture of that sealed hand stopped their utterance. He looked into her face. That face SYLVANIA, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, APRIL 13, 1880. was icy white, but the brown eyes were like stars of fire. “I understand, Virginia,” he said, slowly; “they have sold you for gold. You loved me, but you were weak. God help you, darling!” And so Hugh Girard went his way, and Virginia Dulnare fell on liSr knees, weeping piteous tears in the twilight dusk. A strange sound aroused her. They were calling her to her father’s chamber. Trembling, shivering and heart-sick, with a strange, portentious dread heavy on her heart, she obeyed the summons. Captain Dulnare sat as she had left him, in his easy chair; but the frost white locks that straggled over the crimson velvet, framed in a bloodless, rigid face. Captain Dulnare was dead. There was a mournful time — the necessary inquest, the death watch, and the rather pompous funeral —but it passed as all things of anguish and de light must pass in this world of chances. Then came the reading of the dead man’s will, and the settlement of his financial affairs. And with these gross matters of busi ness and lucre, there came to the pale, stricken Virginia, a terrible disclosure. Captain Dulnare’s large liabilities, secured by heavy mortgages, and his floating debts, swallowed up every thing. The heiress in prospective was utterly penniless. But that was the smallest sorrow. For by papers of proof left, Virginia was declared to be a child of adoption. She had been left when a baby on the rich man’s doorstep, and he had reared her as his own. And after three weeks of grievous embarrassment, Virginia was thrust out into the world with no hop? except what she had fixed upon Sextus Weldon. He only came once, and his tones were altered and supercilious. No matter what he said. But Virginia’s sweet face flushed, and she tore the betrothal ring from lier shaking hand and gave it back to one who was not loth to receive it. Then she went into the world to win her bread—not an Vasy task for' one luxuriously reared. She thought she could do dressmaking nicely; but to every store and shop to which she applied she was greeted with the one answer: “ Work is rather slack just now, and of course, what we have to give is given to the employees who have been with us longest.” It was from the doors of one of these palatial places that she tottered one day, weak from hunger, and on the marble steps sank down in a deathly swoon. A lady in velvet and silk with plumes of gray sweeping over her silvery hair, had just ascended from her coupe. She saw the prostrateform, and looking into the drawn, white face, started. “Put this child into the coupe and drive home,” she said, abruptly, to the liveried groom. The man obeyed, thinking that of all the mad freaks of his honored mistress, this was the maddest. So, when Virginia awoke from her long still swoon, she found herself in a quaint, old-fashioned chamber, and not alone. “Where am I, and who are you?” she asked, faintly, of the stately woman who bent over tire couch. “ You are with one who will never forsake you, my child, even if you had known sin and shame before I found you,” said the sweet-faced woman, holding close the quivering hands. “ I have never sinned; but I have been shamed to the soul by the frowns of poverty,” answered Virginia, while the hectic grew hotter on her cheeks. “Be calm, dear, and listen to what I have to tell you. When I saw you first lying like one dead on those cold granite steps, I ioved you. You looked, Virginia, as my husband looked when he lay in his coffin. I found your name marked on your clothing. It was the name of a little child who was stolen from me years and years ago. While you have been lying here ill I have made a happy discovery. Can you guess what it is P” Virginia could not mistake the ex pression of the fond, sweet handsome face bent so close to her own. “ You are my mother,” she said. "Iam your mother, my darling,” an swered the lady; “and henceforth, for Virginia Champney, there shall be no more toil nor trouble, if I can prevent it.” And only for the memory of Hugh Girard, she would have been quite happy. As the daughter of one of the wealthi est and aristocratic ladies of the city she was perhaps more admired and sought for than Virginia Dulnare had even been. And so it happened that one day Sex tus Weldon came to woo her. “It was very cruel for you to refuse me as you did. Why did you break ouv engagement, Virgie?” he asked, with mock sorrow and humility. “I want you (or my wife, dear,” “ONWARD AND UPWARD.” And with scorn in her eyes and dis dain on her lips the girl rejected his suit. “The impudence of the fellow is amusing,” laughed Mrs. Ohampney. “ When Gapt. Dulnare chose a husband for you, he should have chosen more wisely. I think I shall be a better match-maker, Virgie.” “Are you so anxious to lose me?” asked the girl, with humorous naivete. Mrs. Cliampney smoothed her gray tresses, soberly. “ Virginia, you must marry sometime, you know. But that is no reason why you shall not still remain my daughter. I only hope that your future husband may prove as good and tender and faith ful as your father was. And now put on your hat and shawl, I am going to take you to see the hero of a romance. He is the son of one ot the old friends of my schoolgirl days. Once upon a time we made a fcolish compact, that our first son and daughter should be come husband and wife. “Oh!” gasped Virgie, thinking of Hugh Girard, and wondering, with a shudder, if she was to be the victim ot match-making all her life. “ Well, this poor fellow fell in love with a beautiful girl, who loved him, but she rejected him for a richer lover. In his despair he left his native place, and in California—that land of gold— he made a fortune. But with money came misery also. He came home, and, it is said, to die; Virgie, you are so sweet and winning that I think you can catch this desolate heart in the response, you know. Then the old com pact shall not have been made in vain. Virginia listened with a sinking heart. “I can’t marry this man unless he asks me,” she returned, bitterly. “ He will ask you,” was the decisive response, as the big, piebald roan was reined up before a fashionable boarding house. Mrs. Champney led her daughter to a beautiful room on the second floor. “ Listen,” she said, pausing before the door, that was slightly ajar. “Virgie, my lost love! Virgie—oh, my Virgie!” The color flew into the white chtiks ofibp astwippertqjirl , “God bless you for this,mother!” she said, rushing into the room where Hugh Girard lay sick almost unto death. “ I am here, Hugh!” she cried. What words were said in that cham ber of illness may not be told. Virginia came out after half an hour with a contented smile on her sweet young lips. “ He will live?” said her mother, kiss ing the blushing face. “Yes,” answered Virgie, “he will live for me.’’ And somebody who witnessed the grand wedding that occurred a month later spoke of the lovely bride, Virginia, as a heroine of romance. A Miner’s StlMnge Bedfellow. Apropos of hunting and fishing, did you ever hear of a wildcat taking pos session of a spare bed in an inhabited cabin. Such a case really occurred last winter in this vicinity, at the herdhouse of Overholt – Crouse. A Mr. Burns had been left in charge, and for several nights, after he had retired, was dis turbed by a scrambling noise in the chimney, followed by the sight of two glaring, fiery eyeballs in the opposite bed; and when lie (Burns) moved or made a noise the low, fierce growl of some wild animal. This kind of thing occurring for several nights in succes sion, so discomposed Bums that he finally vamoosed the ranch, and for some time the intruder had things his own way. “ With plenty of fat beef and vension in store he must have come to the conclusion that he had struck com fortable quarters. John Garrison, a miner, hearing of the circumstance, made his way to the herdhouse, deter mined to interview the beast that had taken possession. When he arrived at the ranch, about 4 p. m., he was some what surprised to find the animal in bed aiy) disposed to fight for the Gar oelonated establishment, but at the sight of the gun the miner carried he flew up the chimney and into the brush. Garrison hung around until dark, then went to bed, placing his gun where he could reach it, and quietly waited for Mr. Cat. About ten o’clock he heard a scrambling in the monstrous chimney, followed by the sound of stealthy foot steps across the floor and the sight of the flaming eyes peering out at him from the spare bed. John carefully raised ills rifle, took as good aim as he could in the gloom and darkness at the shining orbs and fired. The report of the rifle was followed by a short scream of agony, then tlie sound of struggling in the opposite bunk. The intrepid hunter struck a light and there, sure enough, was his cat, fully five feet in length, lying in the bed, its life blood slowly oozing through a bullet hole in its breast and bedabbling with its crim son stream the blankets on which it had sought repose. —Salt Lake Herald. The announcement is now made that, gum arabio was discovered in the mucil ag e.—Some Sentinel. A Happy Home Is the highest and dearest gift of earth. There is in this city one home that must certainly be of that kind. The other day while the guests in a fashionable up-town boarding-house were at dinner there was heard in the main hall the sound of little pattering feet ■ That was unusual, for there are no children in that house (more’s the pity), and every boarder involuntarily paused with up lifted face and a look that meant hush! Presently a babyish face peeped shyly into the dining-room and a small voice asked: ‘‘Where’s my mamma?” “Mercy on us! Who is the child?” exclaimed the landlady, a motherly woman with the most benevolent pair of spectacles always astride of the most benevolent of noses and masking a pair of the kindliest and most sympathetic eyes. “Why! who can it be?” chorused the ladies. “By jingo! here’s an episode.” Thus the oracle of our boarding-house. The romantic young gentleman of the party, who is understood to have been “ engaged ” seven times in the last twelve months, tempted the little visitor to his chair-side with a shining nickel, and entered into conversation with her. “What is your name, baby?” “Darlinv,” was the artless reply, in a tone of great sincerity. Darling what?” Little darling,” with slight emphasis and a nod that tossed the yellow curls over the big mild eyes in which was not a trace of insecurity. “ What is your papa’s name?” “Just dear papa.” “ And your mamma’s?” “ Mamma, dear.” “ What does your papa do?” “Loves me an’ mamma and smokes cigars, and reads and tells me stories— and—that's all.” : Where do you live?” Oh, in a big, big, pretty house. I’ve got a nice dolly that cries when I squeeze her, and she’s got a new dress, and a parasol and blue shoes.” “But what street do you live in?” “It’s a house.” (With some sur prise.) “ Yes, I suppose so. but—” -> ‘4 Oh you title rogue, Lcvt (Excuse me ladies and gentlemen, I’ve been in such a flutter about this run away that I didn’t stop to ring but came round to the side door, as I heard my baby had been seen on your steps.) The speaker was a young woman of whom the child was a duplicate in mini ature. Her flushed and happy face was like the first spring flowers, and a single look at her was enough to convince the looker that her baby was the greatest care she had perhaps ever known—arid what a loving, happy kind of care it was everybody could see. Again apolo gizing for her unceremonious entrance, and blushing with embarrassment at the manifest interest which all present had in her little truant, she vanished. The romantic young man is understood to have again committed himself. It is probably true, for such a pair as that mother and her little prattler are a pow erful protest against bachelors and their dismal condition.— Detroit Free Press. Cliasad by a Waterspout. William II. Hallock, who not long ago was a passenger on a steamship of the Pacific Mail company, tells of an exciting experience while the ship was off the coast of Guatemala. A water spout of tremendous power suddenly appeared near the ship. In the midst of the consternation the captain ordered his course reversed and soon the steamer was driving along, with the waterspout in pursuit. Its crest was hidden in a dark mass of cloud, its base seeming to operate like an immense re volving cullender, while the entire ex ternal periphery formed a cushion of foam, over which the sea bird screamed, occasionally seizing upon the dead fish which came within reach. The spout itself formed a sort of spiral cylinder, streaked with opaque parallel lines through its whole length, from the sur face of the sea upward. These lines were evidently ascending columns of water, for afterward, when the upper and lower sections became detached, the accumulated volume of water overhead immediately began its de scent within the body . of the spout, as though it had been the valve of an immense syringe, The water thus released must have been equal to several tons, as it was solid and almost black and returned to the sea with a loud roar, all the other parts of the aerial structure gradually dissi pating. Perhaph the most singular of all was the serpentine form assumed by the section nearest the clouds, which moved off at first almost horizontally and then turned upon itself in a perfect coil, so that for a moment, when the end of the aqueous rope—or whatever it was—switched around squarely to the eye of the observev, showing a sec tion, it resembled a ball of ink. When j the spout several was in its finest .flew condition through lightning times the penumbra in zig-zag courses, mak ing a spectacle not only terrible in the manifestation of power, but sublime atul beautiful, CURRENT NOTES. The Royal Agricultural society of England offers two prizes, one of $125 and another of $50, for new varieties of wheat. The competing sorts will be thoroughly tested in at least four differ ent localities, and the prizes awarded after the harvest of 1880. Whether any thing better will be forthcoming than the varieties already well-known remains to be determined; but the offer of the society is a liberal one, and will doubt less call out numerous competitors in Europe as well as in this oountry. The Andersonville(Ga.) graveyard, as described by a recent visitor, is an un frequented spot, except for travelers from the North, among whom are many war veterans who were prisoners in the stockade. There are 13,715 graves, of which about 1,000 are marked “ Un known.” There is a surrounding wall of solid brick, and the place is kept neat by a resident superintendent under gov ernment pay. Part of the stockade is still standing, but nothing remains of the prison, and the sight is covered by bushes. There is no trace of the famous brook, nor any mark of the wells dug by the prisoners. Robert Dixon walked coolly out of his parents’ house, at Zanesville, Ohio, ostensibly o go hunting in the woods, but really to seek his fortune. That was forty years ago, and he was then fif teen years old. His father, who was well off, spent a great deal of time and money in searching for him, but in vain, though he found traces of his wander ings in the West. Old Mr. Dixon hanged himself in 1865, bequeathing his property to his wife, in trust for his missing son. Still Robert remained away, and the other relatives began to think they would get the estate, which had grown to be worth $100,000, on the death of Mrs. Dixon; but he has at last returned, and will give no account of himself. So far this has been a year of famines. In nearly every part ot the globejfood has been so scare that large portions of several populations have been destitute of the means of life. In Brazil there is a famine almost as terrible as that in Ireland. In Silesia,In Italy and on the steppes oi Russia hunger ravages the people. In the latter country bands of starving men and women light for gar bage and for roots, which is all they have to depend on for sustenance. This is accompanied by diseases, among them the diphtheria, the spread of which is increased by a belief of the peasants that a piece of bread inserted in the mouth of a corpse dead from the disease and then given to the children, is a safe guard against them. In Persia parents are selling their children for food, or giving them poison rather than see them die before their eyes. The progress and improvements made in railways have recently been set forth most graphically in a paper prepared by Mr. Edmond Smith, of the Pennsylvania Central. Thirty years ago, a daily traffic of 20,000 tons, representing some 7,000,000 tons per year, was regarded, says Mr. Smith, as the maximum ca pacity of a double track road between Philadelphia and Pittsburg; now it has reached 11,000,00: tons, without by any means attaining the limit of its capacity. Again, the cost of moving one ton one mile, under the most favorable circum stances, a few years ago was one cent; it is now reduced to one-half cent. These advances and reductions are attributed chiefly to the general introduction of steel rails, these being also furnished to day at two-thirds the cost of iron rails thirty years ago. Mr. Smith predicts improvements and advancements in railroads svstems and economy in the future quite as pronounced as those that have been witnessed in the past; and among these anticipated improvements, soon to be realized, is the illumination of the main lines of railway at night by the electric light. The Number oi Sheep. It is estimated that there are from 434,000,000 to 600,000,000 sheep in the world, or, at the lowest estimate, over 320,833 miies of sheep, if strung along, one closely following the other—or nearly enough to encircle the earth thirteen times. Of these the United States have 36,000,000; that is, nearly enough to make a solid column of sheep, eight in a row, from New York to San Francisco. Great Britain has about the same number of sheep as the United States, and her wool clip increased from 94,000,000 pounds in 1801, to 325.000,. 000 pounds in 1875. France and Austria produce about as much, but the United' States product is only about 200,009, 000 pounds—not two-thirds *bf that of Great Britain. The great sheep-breed ing countries of Buenos Ayres and the River Platte brought the total wool clip of the world last year up to 1,497,500,000 pounds. _ In 1879 Germany produced 410,000 tons of beet sugar; France, 300,000 tons; Austro-Hungavy, 365,000 tons; Russia, 225,000 Ions; Belgium, Holland and Italy, 80,000 tons, making a total of 1,380,000 tons. TERMS— $1 60 per Year. NO. 38. The Old Mill. Here from the brow of the hili I look, Through a lattice of boughs and leaves, On the old gray mill with its gambrel root, And the moss on its rotting eaves. I hear the clatter that jars its walls, And the rushing water’s sound, And I see the black floats rise and tall As the wheel goes slowly round. I rode there often when I was young, With my grist on the horse before, And talked with Nellie, the miller’s girl, As I waited my turn at the door. And while she tossed her ringlets brown, And flirted and chatted so tree, The wheel might stop, or the wheel might go, It was all the same to me. ’Tis twenty years since last I stood On the spot where I stand to-day, And Nellie is wed, and the miller is dead, And the mill and I are gray. But both, till we fall into ruin and wreck. To our fortune of toil are bound; And the man goes and the stream flows, And the wheel moves 9lowly round. — Thomas Dunn English, in Harper. ITEMS OF INTEREST. Dead business men tell no tales in the advertising columns.— Syracuse Sunday Times. Philadelphia produces annually 7,000, 000 more yards of carpeting than all Great Britain. Last year the South raised 600,000,000 pounds of tobacco, which exceeds the production of any other year by 12,000 000 pounds. The pin manufacturers of the United States have a very strong combination, and have quadrupled the price of their product during the past year. The loss to the French agricultural interest, by hail, frost, inundations, cattle diseases, and fire during the five years, 1873-8, foots up the uncomfortably large sum of 1,361,216,877 francs, or about $272,843,375. At dinner she had a doctor on either band, one of whom remarked that they were well served, since they had a duck between them. “Yes,” she broke in— her wit is of the sort that comes in flashes —“and 1 am between two .juacka.?’ Timu ailrnvc i-V ' “ How much are these goor s a yard »” said a gentleman in a dry goods store the other day, a? he picked up and examined a piece of iuflled silk. “Good gracious!” cried the horrified clerk “ that isn’t for sale! That’s the end of a lady’s train! She’s just gone up to the third story in the elevator.” Young Japanese children scarcely ev r cry, because great care is taken to keep out of their way every possible muse of irritation. It is probably in conse quence of this that the Japs are, as a race, almost exa3peratingly good hu mored, so that a servant severely scolded will often merely reply by a beaming smile. The total value of farms and buildings in Massachusetts amounts to $182,663,- 140; fruit trees and vines, $4,674,188; domestic animals, $17,316,381; agricul tural implements in itse, $5,321,168. making a total of $200,974,877; and employing boys and men 27,097, girls and women 8,391 —a total ot 35,488 per sons, reeeiving annually $5,690,919 for wages. Miss Roseberry wanted to marry Mr. Deputy, at Seymour, Ind., but her father commanded her to marry Mr. Bowers, and appointed a day for the wedding. On the evening before she secretly became Mrs. Deputy. She was on hand for the other ceremony, how ever, and it proceeded smoothly as far as the question whether anybody ob jected, when Mr. Deputy remarked that he had an objection—a trifling one - which he felt some reluctance about mentioning—the lady was his wife. Words oi Wisdom. Sin has a great many tools; but a lie is the handle which fits them all. Ceremonies differ in every country; but true politeness is ever the same. Money is the metal wheel-work of human action, the dial-plate of our value. There is a wealth of affection and kindness in every human heart, if prop erly developed. The faults that are committed through excess of kindness, it requires small kindness to excuse. If you would have your desires always effectual, place them on things which are in your power to attain. If the balance of happiness be ad justed fairly, it will be found that all conditions of life fare equally well. Inquisitive people are the funnels of conversation; but they do not take in anything for their own use, but merely pass it to another. A beautiful smile is to the female countenance what the sunbeam is to the landscape. It embellishes an inferior face, and redeems an ugly one. It is impossible to make people under stand their ignorance, for it requires knowledge to perceive it; and therefore be that can perceive it hath it not.