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Sylvania Telephone. 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.