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C. H. MEDLOCK, Editor and Publisher.
VOL, II.
Misunderstandings.
He said “ Good-bye,” and betook her hand,
And th ought, “Alter all I was wrong;
I dreamt t bat she loved me, and wake to And
I have d ropped away from her lancilul mind
To the level where I belong.”
He said “ Good-bye,” and be loosed her hand>
A nd she laughed as she said “ Farewell;”
And she thought: “ I was wrong lor once, I
see;
For I somehow fancied he cared tor me—
Hut perhaps it is just as well.”
He said: “I shall naver iorget the days
That the summer ha3 brought this year.
When shall I see you?” “Ah, when?" she
said.
“ While y m are earning your daily bread
1 shall be waiting here.”
Ho thought: “She is cruel, and hard, and
co'd.
I will take back my heart again;
For she will uot slo.ip as she passes by,
But carries her proud head tur too high
To bo touched by a word ol pain.”
He said: “ I am wasting your time, I tear,
You have always so muoh to do.
Do you think you could think, just once in a
way?—
I have forgot what I meant to say.
Good-bye! lor my train is duo.”
She said: “1 have wished you good-bye
before 1 ,
And J think that the grass is wet;
And as to wasting our time,” she said,
“One wastes it dreaming of days that aro
doad;
So I think I will just forget.”
She thought: “ lo the last he has played his
part,
But I am his equal still;
I think that my heart has gone to sleep,
Or perhaps I have buried it safe and deep,
To come back to life at will.”
He said: “There are tears in your eyes, l
swear.”
And she answered: “ You cannot see.”
“At least i may look,” he laughed and said,
“ For I fancy that something I thought was
(Dad
H o come back to life and mo.”
He said: “Sweet eyes,may I read ycur tears.
Would you rather X went away?”
And she sai l: “Since the train—your train)
you know,
A/c, Iww-DgQnv —Hi
1 think you had better stay.”
NOr QUITE A TRAMP
“ No tramo wanted here, young chap;
so you may just jog along.”
The speaker was a fine-looking and
apparently an easy-going gentleman of
middle age, who was standing leaning
over a gate, looking out on the road.
The gate opened on a gravel walk which
led up to a two-story cottage house. In
front of the house, and at the sides, the
ground was overloaded with trees,
shrubs and flowering plants, which, to
say * he least of it, did not show careful
attendance. Altogether, it was a bright,
cheerful and attractive place.
So thought, no doubt, the stranger
whose halt near the gate had provoked
Mr. Horton’s utterance. He was not an
ill-looking young man—or boy, for he
could not yet be twenty-one—but his
clothes were ragged and dirty, his shoes
worn and muddy, and his general ap
pearance was unkempt and disreputable.
He had stopped in the road, and had
directed at the man, or at the house, or
at the grounds, or at all three, a wistful
look, which might intimate a wish or an
entreaty. It was this look which Mr.
Horton had answered when he addressed
the young fellow as a tramp, and advised
him to “jog along.”
“Iam no tramp, sir,” replied the
stranger.
“ You are not? Then your looks be
lie your nature. You can’t deny that
you have all the symptoms.”
“ That is true, sir. I know that I am
poor and ragged, but I don’t consider
myself a tramp. I am looking for
work.”
“ That’s what they all say. They are
all looking for work, and seared to
death for fear they will find it. To say
that you are looking for work is to ad
vertise the fact that you are a tramp.”
“ I suppose I must be a tramp, then
but I wish I wasn’t.”
“ You do ? That’s one good symptom,
anyway. Are you sure you wouldn’t
run away from work, if you should find
it, or lie down and go to sleep by the
side of it?”
“ I am sure that I am willing to earn
my living, and anxious to get a chance
to do so.”
“What sort ol work can you do?”
asked Mr. Horton. “ Everything in
general and nothing in particular?”
“ I know that I could put that yard of
your3 in much better trim than it shows
now.”
“ Humph! That don’toffer anyopen
ing. The flowers arc my wife’s pets,
and she is like the dog in the manger
about t hem-won’t touch them herself,
or suffer anybody else to touch them.’
“ I can draw your portrait, sir,” sug
gested the boy.
“You cm? Arc you a wandering
artist in disguiseP”
GEORGIA, NOVEMBER 2, 1880.
“ You asked me what I can do, and I
know that I can do that.”
“Any of the tools c.f that trade?”
The boy produced from tte pocket of
his ragged vest some crayons and the
stump of a lead pencil.
“All right,” said Mr. Horton. “I
will try you at that job. Gome in.”
He opened the gate and led the way to
the house. On the veranda were some
chairs, one of which he offered to the
boy.
“ Want any more tools?” he asked.
“A sheet of drawing paper, if you
have it.”
Mr. Horton brought out the required
article, clamped upon a drawing-board;
also some crayon-holuers and a sharp
knife.
“lama sort of an architect,” he said,
“and keep these things on hand. But
hadn’t you better eat some lunch before
you begin this business? You have a
iiungry iook.”
“ I am not so hungry, sir, but that I
am willing to earn a meal before I eat
it. Will you have the kindness to sit
down?”
“ Side face or front?”
“ Side face, if you please. I can do
that tlie best.”
Mr. Horton seated himself, presenting
his profile to the ragged artist, who
went to work without more ado. His
strokes were quick, vigorous and artis
tic, and in a surprising short time a
capital sketcli of Mr. Horton’s head and
shoulders appeared on the paper. That
gentleman looked at it and puckered his
lips so as to produce a low and long
drawn whistle.
“ I am not ready to pronounce you an
angel, young fellow,” he said; “ but I
may truly say that I have entertained a
pretty fair artist unawares—though the
entertainment is yet to come. Here,
Emily! Bella! Come out here and wit
ness a new sensation!”
Mrs. Her!,on hurried outon the piazza,
with her young sister Bella and her lit
tle girl Lulu. For answer Mr. Horton
handed his wife the crayon sketch,
which was hastily scanned with starts
of surprise .and ejaculations of delight.
“ What a nice likeness!” exclaimed
Mrs. Horton/ “Where did it come
.rom?”
“This young—person—aid it i list
now,” answered Mr. Horton.
‘ Goodness gracious me! Is it possi
b'e? I wonder if he would make one
for Lulu.”
“Of course be would, and of Bella
and the whole tribe, if you want.
But lie is tired and hungry, and
you had better give him something to
eat belcre you ask any more cf him.”
“I will gladly do that. I am sure
that this likeness of you, John, is worth
a dozen dinners.”
“ Give him one, anyhow, and we will
talk about the rest. It won’t do to be
too liberal at the start. Please to fol
low my wife, young— fellow—and I have
no doubt that you will feel better when
she gets through with you.”
When the young stranger was washed
and combed, and had been fed, his per
sonal appearance was improved, and he
had gained in ease and grace of manner.
He was anxious to make a picture of
baby Lulu, and was permitted to do so,
nroducing a likeness which sent the
fond mother into ecstasios.
This production, having been suffi
ciently admired, Mr. Horton dismissed
the “female rabble,” as he chose to call
them, corraled his artistic tramp for a
conversation, asking him who he was
and all about himself.
His name was Abel Kentridge, and he
was the son of a miller at Queensport,
Md., who had died suddenly, leaving an
estate so incumbered as to be worth less
than nothing. Able had gone to Phila
delphia to seek his fortune, and had
found nothing but disappointments and
poverty. He knew something about
milling and gardening, but could find no
employment in the city, and went into
the country to look for work, but his
tramp-like appearance told against him
and he was on the verge of despair when
he encountered Mr. Horton.
“ There is no milling to do here,” said
that gentleman; “ but I have no doubt
that my wife, since you made that sketch
of Lulu, will allow you to straighten up
those grounds. If you turn out as well
as I think you will, I may find some
thing else for you to do.”
So it was settled that Abel Kentridge
was to remain at Mr. Horton's. A room
was prepared for him, and some of his
employer’s partly-worn garments were
fitted to him, and he was set to work on
the shrubs and flowers and grass plats.
His work was quite satisfactory, and he
acquitted himself generally as to gain
the confidence and respect of all in the
house. Besides the work on the grounds,
other odds and ends of employment were
found for him about the place, but noth
ins was said to him about his compen
sation.
Thus he was kept busy for a week, at
the end of which time Mr. Horton gave
him a written order, and directed him
to go to the village and select for him
self suirable clothing to an amount
named in the order.
“ But I have not earned so mu:h as
this,” he suggested.
“ONWARD AND UPWARD.”
“ If you haven’t you will earn it,” re
plied Mr. Horton.
When Abel returned from the village
he carried his head somewhat higher
than when he had set out, and appeared
to be, what nature and education had
made him, a young gentleman of attrac
tive person and manners.
He was ushered into the room in
which the family were seated, and Mr.
Horton corraled him for what he called
a business talk.
“ What do you know aboutmilling?”
he asked.
“ I wa3 never regularly employed by
my father,” answered Abel, “but I
picked up many points of the business
while I was about bis place. Shortly
before he died I invented, or I believe I
had Invented, an improvement on the
turbine water wheel, by which greater
speed could be got with the use of less
water, and father said it was a good
thing. After his death I gave my model
to a patent agent, for the purpose of ap
plying for a patent; but the agent finally
told me that he had been unable to pro
cure a patent, because the examiners
had decided mere was nothing new in
the invention. That discouraged me
more than any of tiiA rest of my disap -
pointments.”
“What was the agent’s name?”
“Silas North wick.”
“ And your name is Abel Kentridge?’’
“ Yes, sir. ”
“Thatagent lied to you, Abel,”said
Mr. Horton. “ He procured the patent,
which is a very valuable one, and meant
to swindle you out of it. He would
probably have succeeded in doing so
if you had not come to my house.”
“How;do you know this?” eagerly
asked Abel.
'Tamasort of a speculator and oc
casionally dabble in such matters.
Northwick offered the patent for sale to
me before I met you, and 1 perceived
that it was in the name of Abel Kent
ridge. He assured me he could procure
n assignment from the patentee, who
desired to sell, au.. I told him if he could
do so I would negotiate with him. He
is to meet me to-morrow and bring the
assignment, and of course you can't
have signed your name in Philadelphia
while you were at my house.”
- *'U**s2d tb–j–.ttsfcC’
claimed Abel.
“Therefore Northwick’s assignment
will be a forgery, and I shall bring him
here and confront him with you.”
Mr. Horton was as good as his word,
and met the rascally agent at the time
and place appointed. Northwick did not
have the assignment, although he pro
fessed his ability to produce it as soo.i as
the negotiations should be concluded,
and Mr. Horton brought him to the
house for the purpose of winding up the
transaction. There he was confronted,
greatly to his astonishment and dismay,
with Abel Kentridge, and it was made
evident to him that his swindling
scheme was discovered.
The upshot of the interview was that
Abel gained possession of his precious
patent, and Northwick was glad to go
clear of criminal proceedings.
“ Now, my boy,” said Mr. Horton, “ if
you will take me as a partner in this
business, I will furnish the needed capi
tal and push it, and I have no doubt tha
both of us w ili grind out a grist of money
with your turbine wheel.”
Abel gladly accepted this arrange
ment, and the result soon became so sat
isfactory to both partners that Mr. Hor
ton heartily congratulated himself upon
the fact that his supposed tramp had not
taken his advice to “ jog along.”
It should be added that his pretty sis
ter-in-law, Bella Grattan, also found in
the same fact cause for self-congratula
tion.
Words of Wisdom.
Deeds are fruits; words are but leaves.
Impatience dries the blood sooner
than age or sorrow.
Hasty people drink the neotar of ex
istence scalding hot.
Love, faith, patience—the three essen
tials to a happy life.
Pride hath two seasons—a forward
spring and an early fall.
Favors of every kind are doubled
when they are speedily conferred.
No denunciation is so eloquent as the
final influence of a good example.
A man’s character is like a fence—it
cannot be strengthened by whitewash.
A noble part of every true life is to
learn how to undo what has been
wrongfully done.
Preserve the privacy of your house,
marriage state and heart from relatives
and all the world.
The noblest quality wherewith nature
has endowed woman, for the good of the
world, is maternal love.
The heart is a loom and it may
whatever it pleases. It may make life
continual progress toward triumph.
When an Indian doctor has lost
patients, the survivors of the tribe
him after them to see what has
of them. After all, the Indians
lose some advantages by
Burlington Hawkeye.
A SUNDAY IN M0RM0ND0IW.
A CoiigreiraUounllHt Attending Divine
Service Amongthe Latter Day Saint**
of Salt Lake t'lty,
It was late one Saturday evening
when I reached the stronghold of Mor
mondom, and on Sunday 1 set about
finding out what I could of their pecu
liar forms of worship. The city is
divided into twenty-one wards, and
in each, I was told, was held a Sunday
school in the morning, and a preaching
service in the evening. These, with the
service at the tabernacle in the after
noon, 1 must attend. In the Fourteenth
ward, at 10 a.m., I found a school of
some 200 members gathered. Gentile
missionaries have forced the Mormons
to hold these schools in self-defense, and
there seemed to be many interesting
features about them. 1 was received
with great politeness, the officers of the
scholt all greeting me cordially and
expressing themselves as glad to see me.
The school was composed mainly of
children, a few adults only forming the
theblogical class. The room was pleas
ant with mottoes and a cabinet organ,
the inscription over the superintendent’s
desk being:
; IF ANY MAN LACK WISDOM LET HIM !
! ASK OF GOD. :
One would hardly notice at first that
he was not in an Eastern Sunday-school
The manner of conducting it was nearly
the same, but a second glance showed
that the faces were not of New England
children. The Scandinavian, English
and Dutch face types were very marked,
showing the sources whence come the
recruits for the Mormon church
While many of the children were briglr
and pretty, there seemed to be a listless
air about them which told the story o f
ignorance, and a servile following of
an imposed faith. After singing, prayer,
and the report of the secretary, the
school separated into class room3 for
the lesson ot the day. As the superin
tendent gave me liberty to look around
where I pleased, I went first into the
theological class.
They were studying from the Mor
man Book eff Doefcrftsjs
and the chapter for the day was headed:
“ Three grand keys by which one may
know good and bad spirits; revealed to
Joseph the Prophet in Nauvoo, Ill.,
February 9, 1843.” The good’spirits
were said to be of two kinds: (I) Res
urrected bodies; (2) spirits of just men
made perfect The grand test was drawn
■rom the words of Jesus: “Handle
me and see, for a spirit hath not flesh
and bones as ye see ms have,” and was
simply to “shake hands.” If a spirit
appears to you, just offer to shake hands.
If he is of a resurrected body, you will
feel ths flesh and bones. If he is a spirit
of a just man mads perfect he will not
respond to your offer, for such spirits
are not allowed to shake hands. If he
is the devil or one of his angels he will
shake hands with you, but you will
feel nothing, for he “has not flesh and
bones.” Now, this struck me as quite
a useful thing to know. If a man could
detect the presence of Satan by so easy
a process as shaking liand3 with him it
would be worth a good deal. This
seemed to be the idea of the leader of
the class, for he remarked that this was
a very important rule to remember. In
the main room several classes were re
citing—some from the Book of Mormon,
some from the Tea Commandments,
and some from 1 Cor., xvi. The infant
class interested me very much. Here
in a room by themselves were more
than one hundred children, all under
twelve years of age, under the charge
of three gentlemen teachers. As I went
in they broke off suddenly from what
they were doing and began to sing,
which they did very prettily. Their
leader then put them through a sort of
catechism, evidently for my benefit, and
I was glad he did, for it opened up some
of the vital points ot Mormonism.
Q —When may a Mormon child be
baptized ? A. — At eight years of age
Q.—How many of you have been
baptized? (About two-thirds of the
hands were raised.)
Q —What is a child baptized for?
A.—For the remission of sins.
Yes, that is right. There are those
who sprinkle little babies and call it
baptism.
Q —Have they ever sinned so as to
need it? A.—No, sir.
No; little babies have not sinned, but
are pure and innocent. But when they
get to be eight years old they do some
little things that are wrong, and need to
be baptized to make them pure again.
Q.—May a child who has been bap
tized partake of the sacrament? A —
Yes, sir.
Q .—May a child partake of the sacra
ment before be is eight years old and has
been baptized? A-—Yes, sir.
Yes. for tuen they have no sin.
Q —Do you believe in God? A.—
Yes, sir.
Q .—Do you believe He has a body,
parts and passions? A.—Yes, sir.
Yes, God once lived on the earth. He
has body, parts and passions just like us.
He went through all our experiences, to
He knows how to govern the children
of men.
This was the substance of the lesson.
At the close of the school the sacra
ment was administered to all who had
been baptized, and the unbaptized under
eight years were allowed to partake. I
asked one of their teachers if all chil
dren were baptized when they reach
eight years of age, and he replied: “ If
they wish to, and they are all very
anxious for it.” And well they may be,
for they are taught that no unbaptized
child can be saved.
At 2 p. m. the general tabernacle ser
vice is held, at which all the Mormons
of the city are supposed to be present.
There is generally, too, a good sprink
ling of Gentiles there, as it is the place
of all others that strangers and tourists
visit. The Tabernacle is a large build
ing, capable of seating some 8,000 or
10,000 people, and is entirely covered by
one colossal dome. The seats were not
more than half filled the Sunday I was
present, but there was nevertheless quite
a respectable congregation as to num
bers. There was a graded pulpit with
three tiers of seats, at which sat the
bishops and priests, and in fron t of
them sat six elders to officiate at the com
munion table. They have a very large
organ, the second in size in the United
States, and a very good choir of some
forty singers. The sacramental service
was first observed, and while the bread
was being broken for the vast congrega
tion the choir sang the familiar hymn:
Lord, we come before Thee now.
The other services, prayer and preach
ing, also went on during the distribu
tion of the elements, there being a break
only long enough for the consecrating
prayer whenever the officiating priests
were ready. The only noticeable peculi
arity in the ordinance was that water
was used instead of wine, the deacons
carrying around pitchers to replenish the
drained goblets. The Gentiles were
passed by in the distribution. There is
no regular preacher at the tabernacle,
but of all those present some one is
chosen at the time to edify the people.
A Mormon told me that perhaps you
would not hear the same man twice in
six months, except it be Orson Pratt,
xb regarded as.ftbe.ir great .light in
puipit oratory.
One, Elder Penrose, was at this time
selected. He arose with apparently
nothing in mind, relying solely on the
Holy Spirit to guide him. He spoke of
the different revelations that had come
to men. Most that call themselves
Chtistians believe that revelation has
ceased. We, Latter-Day Saints, belie ve
that God is “ the same yesterday, to-day,
and forever.” The old prophets made
known Ilis will. We believe also in
the revelation by dlls prophet, Joseph
Smith. Ha spoke of the great mass of
so cal ed Christians as “spoiled through
phiio3opny and vaia deceit,” quoting
ofccn'from “noted divines,” and inti -
Dated his readiness to die if need be for
his faith.
Alter much rambling talk his subject
developed itself as the “Doctrine of the
Resurrection of the Body,” whch he re
garded as one of the fundamental doc
trines or the Christian religion. This
point he established by quotations from
the Book of Mormon, che Book of Doc
trines and Covenants, f ud the Bible, re
ferring to Job, Solomon, Isaiah, Christ
and Paul. “ Solomon,” he said, “ was
a wise man once. He after ward became
foolish, but not because he had more
wives than one. It was because ho did
not marry them in accordance with the
requirements o' God.” This was the
only allusion I heard made to the pecu
liar institution of the Mormons. The
faces of the forlorn-looking women in
the congregation told the story plainly
enough, however. The sermon was
more than an hour lone, and in some
parts was quite eloquent The services
closed in the way usual with Protes
tants.
The evening ward meetings I found
to be of the nature of a prayer and con
ference meeting. la no prayer during
the day did I hear any petition for the
church universal or for a sinning world.
— Congrcgtaionalist.
Thieves’ Dialed
The following definition of words
from the thieves’ dialect is taken from a
book recently issued at Philadelphia:
Cracking a crib.. .Burglary, or housebreaking
Cops..........................Police Drinking-house grog-shop officers
Lushing-ken.... or To walk
Patter or track.,
Dancers........ ..................Stairs
Slam........... ...................Door
Slop lush to pals Sell drink to the boys or
thieves
Boozing-ken. .Place to hide thieves and booty
A lence.............Receiver of stolen goods
Wipes............. -. Pocket-handkerebiets
Kinchin-lay...........To steal from children
Traps, limbo...............Prison or lookups
Lagged.............................A rrestod
Swag.......................Stolen Foglc-hunter.....................Pickpocket property
Run the flimsy.......Pass counterleit money
Beak............................Magistrate
Pad the hoof....................To walk out
Jerk the tinkler.........T o ring the door-bed
Douse the glim.............Put out the light
Prig..................................Thief .....................................Horse
Sc: Pul...........Companion agged...........................Hanged particular friend
or
Yokel......................... Countryman
TERMS— f 1 60 pick Year.
NO. 15.
Autumn.
The skies of autumn wear a deeper blao,
The moon and stars pour down a purer
light;
And lo' the magic frost, in one brief night,
Hath rotied the forest in a brighter hue.
Go where the mellow sunshine softiy plays,
And there, by plain or hillside, thou shalt
hear
Sounds sweeter far than charmed thy list’ning
ear
When songs ot birds beguiled the summer
days.
Sweet sounds, but sad, the low and murmuring
wail
Ol autumn winds that sigh among the trees,
Telling, of death, a wild and mournlul tale,
And forcing solemn thought on minds at
ease.
Oh! if our hearts may thus be wiser made,
’Twere well that leaves should tail and
flowers lade.
HUMOROUS.
Out of season—An empty pepper
box.
Whan is a lamp in a bad temper?
When it’s put out, of course
To drop an acquaintance it is not
necessary to knock him down.
The latest book out is entitled “My
Ship at Sea.” It will evidently have a
large sale.
“ Ah,” said a deaf man who had a
scolding wife, “man wants but little
hear below!”
It’s a poor rule that won’t work both
ways. Hartford has a cow that is
afraid of women.
Might not the act of extinguishing a
fire in a bookstore, although no joke, be
called a play upon words?
You can deceive your guileless little
wife, young man, but her father’s wife,
never. -New York News.
All youths are not fitted for a college
education. It is not best to make a one
story brain try to carry a three-story
education.
A noted author says that virtue is
worth more than a gold mine. It is
easier to find gold mines, though.—
Qowar'd'i Enterprise.
Scene in an oyster house: “See here,
these oysters are spoiled.’* “ That’s all
rightqi put in twice As many
account .”—Boston Globe.
A little girl in church, after the con
tribution plate had been passed, com
placently and audibly said: “ I paid for
four, mamma; was that right?”
A Wisconsin woman has been married
fifty-eight years and has never missed
building her kitchen fire. Her husband
is probably the oldest fire-escape on
record.
An old angler says that a fish does not
much pain from being hooked.
Of course not. It is the thought of how
hi3 weight will be lied about that causes
his anguish.
The Norristown Herald says that “ a
Norristown youth, who was trying to
mast< r a bycycle, when asked his age,
he had seen fifteen summers and
115 falls.”
“ What, is the first thing to be done in
of fire?’’ asked Professor Stearns.
“Sue the insurance company,” prompt ly
the boy at the Toot of the
whose father had been burned out
once or twice .—Burlington Ifawieye.
They were on their wedding tour, and
said. Darling, why did you choose
me?” “ I saw you sweeping the library
one day.” “Then you chose me be
cause I did not disdain the broom?”
“No, but because you could not handle
it well.”
The team attached to the family car
riage of a rich Galveston family ran
away a few days ago. The lady and her
daughter were in the carriage and the
street was lull of vehicles. She asked
the coachman if he could stop the team.
He said he could not, but he thought he
could steer it. ‘ Then,” she said, lean
ing back with great composure, “run
us into some fashionable turn-out. I
want to be thrown into good company.”
Fortunately the team was halted just as
it was about to demolish a swill-cart.—
Galveston News.
A sunset grand,
A twilight bland,
Inspiring musings tender;
A wicked boy
In corduroy,
A string that’s strung tho’ slender.
A hurrying beau,
A chuckle low—
“ I’ll flop him sure as shooting;”
A heavy fall,
Some swearing tall,
A small form homeward scooting.
A Frog in a Cow’s Throat.
The Scientific American has tho fol
lowing cow story all the way from Wis
consin : A cow died not long ago, alter
a lingering illness, attended by a persist
ent cough. After her death a veterinary
surgeon opened that windpipe to dis
cover the cause of the irritation, and
found in the upper part of the lung a
live striped frog of ordinary size. The
surrounding portion of the lung was
much discolored.