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BY A. & E. A. M C HAN,
WlJfoßX.fr.a'BEM# (JAKES:
CHAPTER:
TRION R. A, CHAPTER.
*i*ht before the third Sunday in April.
May, June, July, August, and Septem
— ber and on SatuVdsy night beteie the
third Sunday in October. Noveinpor,
Docember, January, Feb-uarv. and
March. C. C. BRYAN, H. P.
Q. B. MYERS, Sect'y.
ATTORNEYS:
J. U. Robertson,
Attorney at La tv,
sad Solicitor in Chancery.
Chattanooga, - - Ten.n.
PIACTIOB in Chonrery, Circuit nnd Supreme
Court* of TenrietMee nnd U. S. L)UtriclCourt.
Aim iu adjoining countio in Georgia,
iu Court House.
Robert M. W. Glenn,
Attorney at Law,
I.iFay«tte, - - - - Georgia.
WILL PRACTICE in the Supeilor Cmirtu of the
komu and adjoining circuit*. Collections a
gMulaiiy. Oftca on comer opposite Drug .-tore.
I IS 3m.
J«U fiblax, C. P. Goreb.
Phelan St Goree,
Attorneys at Law,
Pass Bloch,
219 Market St.,
aaiTTANOOUA, - - - TENNESSEE
W. U, k J. P. Jacoway,
Attorneys at Law,
Tmnton, .... Georgia.
PRACTICE in the rountiw* of Dade, Walker aim
Catousa, and adjoining counties, <ind In the So
ptaaiu aad Federal Courts Also, Jackson, HeKalh
na d> ’hsrokee, in North AUUm.t, and elsewhere by
acini reatract. Special attention given to the col
>- kaottaa «f cltUaas.
W,\JI. Henry,
Attorney at "Law,
Summerville, - - - - Georgia.
WILL practice in the Home nnd adjoining Or
tails. Collections a specially.
J. C. Clements,
Attorney at Law,
LaFayette, - - - Georgia.
Wli.L practice in the several counties of the
Rente aad Cherokee Circuit*, and the Supreme
Abeart of G«orgia.
F. W. Copeland,
Attorney at Law,
LaFayette, - - - Georgia.
WILD practice In the Superior Courts, of Home
Circuit- Elsewhere hy special agreement. Col
iaatiaas a sp.cla ty. (Off L-e in rear of Culberson’*
•»••■)
H. F. Lumpkin,
Attorney at Law,
LaFayette. - - Georgia.
give prompt attention to all business
TT entrusted to him.
OOiee at Shuford fc Lumpkin’* store.
DENTISTS:
Dr. Geo. B. Jordan,
Resident Dentist,
Rising Fawn, - - - - Ga.
Offers his professional hervice* to the people ot
•ids and Walker counties. Dental operations per
gwta> 4 in a neat and suirstantinl mam er.
Ail wark warranted to give perfect satisfaction.
Will make a professional trip through McLc
aasrw 1 Cave, an the flr-t of ea« h month.
Dr. J. P. Fann,
Resident Dentist.
Dalton, - - - Georgia.
T AM I'REPAi'EO with all 111*
JHuffjWlMoiiErn Improvements in Dental
lances to lurn out ns good work
na can be had in the Stole, and at ns low prices as
•aan be donehy anv firatclass workman.
{fif-l guarantee all woik turned out to stand any
ad ill reasonable tests. Hptvinl attention given to
•orrecting irregnlaritiefi in children’s teeth.
(tfj- Ladks wai'ed on at their residence, when un
Able to visit tha office. A liberal share of patronage
••1 Iclted,
fcy-nffice: Dp-stairs on Hamilton street, opposite
MaTonal Hotel.
Will visit LaFavette, Walker Co., at Superior
Courts August and February.
HOTELS:
house,
• J. WITHERS Proprietor,
LaFayette, Georgia.
VTTNHE above bouse is thoroughly fur
-®- nisbed and prepared with the very
best accommodations, for transient and
local custom, and at reasonable prices.
Satisfaction guaranteed to those who fa
vor it with their patronage.
“ REAO HOUSE,
J. T. READ A SON Pro’rs,
A. L. Belong, Bookeeper-
Will H. Hamblen, f»’hlef i
J. N. Walker, < Day £ Clerks.
J. P. Bostick, (Night)
Chattanooga, - - - Trim.
Fronting Union Passcogear depot.
THE ROME HOTEL,
Broad §t., Rome, Ga.
la Tin Strps op the Railroad.
NO OMNIBUS NEEDED
LOCATED in the Principal BiiHine«s Square of
the City, convenient t.» the Wharf, the Hanks
and the Pout Office, and is thoroughly renovated and
repainted. J.L. M. ESTES, Proprietor.
NATION AL HOTEL,
JT. (f. A. LEWIS, Prop’r.
Dalton, - - - Georgia,
This house is a large four-story brick,
within a few steps of the Passenger de
BOARD PEE DAY - - - $2.00
Polite sod attentive porters at every
train; pass them your checks, walk right
aver and make yourself at home.
W. M. LEW 18, Clerk.
Walker County Messenger.
THE MESSENGER.
LAFAYETTE, GEORGIA.
Thursday Morning, Nov. 11. 1880.
Kates of Subscription:
Twelve Months $1.50
Hi Months 75
Four Months .. .... 50
Hnule f'optre 05
Invariably in advance.
In Atlanta there is an old negro
man who is a whitewasher by
trade. His wife is stone blind and
accompanies him wherever lie goes
and helps to carry his trunk. When
he gets a job he fixes her a seat
and she talks to him while lie does
the work. He has not been seen
without her in ten years.
It is almost impossible to hire
an honest servant in. Galveston. A
gentleman told his colored servant
the other day: * Matildy, if you will
bring back the right change from
market every morning I’ll give you
a dollar a month extra.” “Dat ar
won’t near cover it. You has got
no idee what a big business dia
hear firm is doin’."
Laurence county can boast of the
moat vigorous old man in Georgia,
in the person of Mr. Alxander Out
law. He is ninety-three years old,
tnd the Dublin Gazelle says he
picked—one day last week—one
hundred and ten pounds of cotton.
He, has been married four times,
and his youngest child is now only
five years old.
A Set Back.—A young man in
Yale College went to a barber shop
to he sha-ed. It was the first time
that any jther hand than he had
performed that operation, and he
had allowed his heard to grow for
a week in order to appear as if lie
needed He sat down in
the chair. The barber passed his
hand lightly over his cheek and
said: “Shaved once to-day, sir,
haven’t you ?”
A young minister and his wife
visited the congregation where his
father was previously the pastor.
He preached on the Subhath, and
after service one of the venerable
elders, speaking with the young
minister’s wife: “Your husband
preached from the same text that
his lather had the last time he was
in that pulpit.” “Indeed P replied
the lady, “I hope it wasn’t the same
sermon, too.” “Oh, no," said the
good elder, "his father was a dread
ful smart man.’
— » aw
The Rev. Sam Jones remarked
on one occasion that “two-thirds of
the members of mv church are hon
orary members. They don’t come
to class meetings, they don’t come
to prayer meetings, they don’t at
tend the Sunday school, they don’t
add to the life of the church, they
a.-e passengers on the gospel ship,
they hear no burdens, add no
strength, their names are on our
books, hut they are never with us
in church, and I am fearful they
will not he with us in that better
land.”
A certain old gentleman, very
rich and still more stingy, is in the
habit of wearing his clothes to the
last thread. One of his friends,
meeting him, exclaimed: "They
told me that you had a new hat.
and I’ll he hanged if you haven’t!”
“Oh, yes.” said the miser, looking
ns if he were a trifle ashamed of
himself, “you see my wife kept
telling me that the old one was a
good deal worn out. Well, yester
day was in) wife’s birthday, and I
got myself a new hat for her hirtli
day present.”
In the great storm which raged
on Lake Michigan last week, the
steamer Alpena plying tv-tween
Chicago and the eastern ports of
the lake, went down with all on
hoard, probably eighty souls. No
list of the passengers was made,
and time only will show who and
how many they wi re, beyond a few
that were known te have been on
hoard. The last time the Alpjnu
was seen she was nearly midway
between Grand Haven and Chicago, |
sailing in fair weather. That same j
Friday night the severest storm
known in years swept down from j
the North and engulfed her. J
LAFAYETTE, GEORGIA, THURSDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 11, 1880.
Theo’s Love.
Isabel had managed toget through
with the ceremony very creditably
indeed. She had succeeded in look
ing queenly and elegant, and Mr.
Van Verst had shown all his pride
in his handsome eyes when lie
looked at her.
She had not trembled or appear
ed in the least nervous, but, as her
bridesroadesaid, behaved as though
she were in the habit of getting
married every day.
After the ceremony, she had gone
through the tedious reception, and
stood, smiling yet serious—grave,
vet pleasant —while her dear 500
friends kissed her, and took her
hand, and congratulated her —her
feminine friends, who in their se
cret souls, were envious of her good
luck in having “secured” the hand
some, stately man beside her. who
filled his position and the honors
as a prince of the blood royal might
have done—whose name was a pow
er in social, financial and political
circles, and who had condescended
from his high estate to woo lovely
Isabel Lisle.
And now they were “married
and a’.” Ceremony, reception and
breakfast were over, and well over,
and Mrs. Van Vest had retired to
her dressing-room to change her
toilet of white satin and lace, pearls
anil diamonds, and white roses, for
the charming traveling costume of
ecru silk and Persia# embroidered
garnet cashmere.
Just a little to the surprise of the
vivacious girls who were supposed
to he indispensable on the momen
tous occasion, Isabel told them she
really very much preferred attend
ing upon herself, and, as Isabel usu
ally had own her way, Mahle and
Maude left her, with a loving, saucy
little protest.
An 1 she laughed, and turned
their out, and then —
Regardless of the magnificence
of her trailing bridal robes, unmind
ful of the rare and costly white ros
es she crushed so ruthlessly, this
bride of an hour, when she had
locked the door and dashed down
the curtains, flung herself on her
knees beside the lounge, ir. a perfect
ecstacy of grief—knelt there, shiv
ering and praying.
She could riot cry ; it seemed as
if all her tears had “forever left her
eyes to curdle around her heart.”
She did not even make the slighest
sound, but oh ! the awful, unspeak
able, pent-up agony she
until she wondered she did not die
then and there -until she prayed
God to let her die as she was, or
else remove the burden.
And the why and wherefore was.
that since the night and hour eigh
teen months before, when she and
Theo. Ed ertor. had parted in
proud, indignant coldness—they
two who had worshiped each other
as even fond lovers not often wor
ship— Isabel Lisle bad never spent
one happy moment. Not once had
she heard of him or from him. He
had disappeared as thoroughly
from society as though he were
dead, and so how could she have
known that in his p-que, and stub
horness, and unyielding prid , he
had put, theocean. foreign countries,
deserts between them?
All she knew was, he made no
sign ; all she realiz'd was, he had
gone so far in his displeasure as to
give her no opportunity in her peni
tent relating. t> he reconciled. And
now, this fair, bright day she was
Horace Van Verst’s wife.
Some one rapped softly on the
door, bringing Isabel to her senses.
Had it been a minute or an hour
since she knelt there, shivering,
writhing with longing pain and ut
ter abandonment, of despair?
Maude St. Willis’cheerful voice
called out:
“A belated wedding present. Belle
- -a check for 81,000. or a Govern
ment bond. I date say. seeing it is
contained in an envelope. Can't I
come in ?”
“Not quite yet dear. I'll take
the parcel, please.”
She unlocked the door and re
ceived it; then, with the first sob
of pain that had passed her lips yet,
she sank faint and weak upon the
nearest chair as alio recognized
Theo E tmerton’s handwriting.
She did riot at once open it; she
couidu’l, foe the 90 Id irt m blnig of her
hands. She sat there, her heart
seeming to stop its beating, until a
girlish voice, ns somebody passed
the door, speaking about the time
of trains, roused her again into a
sort of desperate defiance to her
self.
And then she tore open the en
velope and read this:
“Without any doubt you will he
surprised to receive my elaborate
congratulations on the auspicious
event that has given to your hus
band the sincere, undivided love of
your heart, and bestow upon your
self the title that means, in your
case, that your affections are so
surely, so sincerely, placed upon a
gentleman so worthy—”
Then the vein ot ice-fond snrenem
sudilently ceased—even the correct,
elegant handwriting changed into a
hurried, half illegible scrawl:
“Isabel, what have you done ?
My God ! what have you done ?
Could you have not waited a little
while ? You have ruined my
hopes, my happiness, my faith and
trust in woman. You have killed
me —killed mo ! May God forgive
you, and, if ever I prayed, I
pray now that I may forget I
ever loved—yes, that I lova you
more madly than ever.”
Such a letter—such despair, such
hopeless bitterness, such anguish of
misery, such pain of anger—and
Mrs. Van Verst crushed it in her
hand, till the paper was a*mass of
broken fragments.
“I will forget him—l will not go
to my husband, with such thoughts
in my heart! My,-God, I will be
true —I must he true! Oh, make
me true to him and don’t let me
swerve 1 Heaven help me!”
And with hands clasped and
lovely eyes uplifted, she stood one
moment, until a loving Father had
His blessing of endurance and pa
tience, and earnest resolution and
consciousness of His own strength
and presence, upon her heart. Unit
was sick unto despair.
Half an hour later, she looked up
in her husband’s face as they sat
alone in the coach that was convey
ing them to the depot—such a good
grand face that accompanied the
character, no woman could come in
contact will) and fail to thoroughly
reverse and admire. And a sudden
little thrill of humble content
warmed in her eyes and quivered
into a peaceful smile, as she laid
her hand on his.
“I mean to lie such a good wife,
Horace,” she said, gently.
“My darling, 1 know it,” lie ans
wered her, “and I am mnat blessed
of any man on God’s earth to-day.”
So their wedded life began.
* * * * *
Two yea is afteward, and half a
city in mourning, because of the
pitiless scourge that the hot mid
summer days had swept relentless
down upon it. And in a nearly
deserted hotel, where fashion, and
beauty and wealth had fled before
the grim oncoming of the pestilence
two people lying dead —young,
handsome even in death, with re
finement and nobility on their
marble faces.
And the death-roll, that morning
telegraphed to happier Northern
cities, contained these names: “Mr.
Horace Van Verst, and his wife,
Mrs. Isabel Lisle Van Verst; ’ while
in an adjoining room, rosy, heal
thy, joyous and unconscious of her
awful loss, their baby girl, a year
old watched over by one careful
nurse, while another, gray-haired
and tearful, was hurriedly making
preparations to leave the accursed,
fever-stricken city.
* * * * *
Theo. Eduierton had taken up
his position at the foot of the grand
staircase, and was rather enjoying
looking on at the gay crowd that
was fast filling Mr«. Willard’s par
lor’s. and especially looking, as was
not the first, or the second, or the
dozenth time he had looked just so
eagerly at lovely Vivian Gwyneth.
Os late, Eduierton had been pass
ing through a strange experience,
and fairhaired Vivian was very in
timately connected with it —so in
timately that, during these past
few weeks, Eduierton had come to
know that that had happened to j
him he had thought nevet could |
happen to him again, after the des- :
olate, waste time in his life when i
Isabel Lisle had married another. I
lie had thought never to renew
his trust in woman. He had had
no hope or wish that the wreck lie
had believed himrelf in love and
passion should ever ho made anew.
And then right into the debris of
his affections, Vivian Gwyneth had
come, with sympathy and healing.
Until, standing watching her to
night, the fairest, brightest star in
Mrs. Willard’s brilliant assembling
Theo, Eduierton knew lie loved her
Until he was wondering what the
remnant of his heretofore unblest
life would be worth to him if, when
lie asked lovely Vivian lor her love,
she should withhold it.
For he had made up liis mind
slowly, during the past fe.w weeks,
that he was warranted in asking
her.
He was almost sure she cared for
him ; and vet i( it should so hap
pen that she did not.
An hour afterward he stood be
fore Vivian Gwyneth, alone with
her, in the fr igrant, half-dim fer
nery, with his handsome face pale
with passionate pleading, his eyes
full of masterful tenderness, ns lie
tol<l her how lie loved her, and ask
ed for her sweet self in return.
And Vivian ?
I think it was the sweetest way
a woman ever gave herself to her
lover, that which she did, in her
own perfect way, so proud, so ten
der, so charmingly sly.
“Before I answer you,” she said,
lifting her glorious eyes to his in a
swift, radiant little glance—“before
I answer you, let me show you—
this—the picture of him I have
loved all my life. Even as a baby
I began to worship it. It was my
ideal—l have worn it night and
day. Would you care to have me
tell you what you wish, knowing
wliat 1 have told you ?’’
A gasping sort of vague fear crept
chilly over him in that one instant
when she laid a diamond-crusted
gold loekelt in his hand.
And then he opened it to look
into his own eyes the picture he
had giver. Isabel Lisle nineteen
years before.
She smiled in bis astonished
face.
“You don’t know —no one knows
but my dear adopted parents—that
I am Isabel Lisle’s child ; but I
knew you, Theo., the first time 1
saw you, and think if I had not bad
mamma’s loekelt, I should still
have known you from her letters
and diary I have kept. Are you
sorry I am mamma's daughter?”
Was it possible —was it possible?
Isabel’s child !
Then all the passion came radi
antly hack to his pale face and as
tonished eyes, as lie held out his
arms caressingly.
“1 think your mother lias given
you to me. I loved her, hut not as
I love you; 011, my little one! Vi
vian, will you come to me? Will
you give yourself to me?”
And she stepped inside the out
stretched arms and laid her bright
head on his breast, and made him
realize that it was for liis highest
human happiness that fate had
seemed so apparently cruel in all
those past dreary years, which now
in one little moment, blotted out
forever.
I » ■
A young man in Blair county,
Pennsylvania, has discovered an
ingenious and successful way to
capturesquirrels.dead or alive with
out either gun or aniunition. His
outfit consists of a *et of climhers,
such as used by telegraph repair
ers, a sheath knife, a pack of fire
cracker', box of matches and a dog.
The dog holds the game. Tiie
young man puts on liis climbers,
and goes up to the hole in the tree,
lights a fire cracker and drops it
into the hole. Wien it explodes
the frightened squirrel rushes out
into a hag held over the hole, or if
he wishes to kill it he strikes its
head oil with the sheath knife; if
he misses, the dog soot) finishes it.
By this novel contrivance he often j
brings in from ten to twenty squir- j
rele a day. BUrge game is captur- (
cd in the same way.
Georgia was never in a more j
prosperous condition —the cotton |
and corn crops were never better,
all our towns are improving, the
system of agriculture has greatly
improved emigrants are coming in,
atid the empire ia booming.
What an Old Farmer Hays.
This is the advice of an old man
who has tilled the soil for forty
years. lam un old man, upward
ol threescore years, during two score
of which 1 have been a tiller of the
soil. 1 cannot say that lam now,
hut I have been rich, and have ull
I need, do not owe a dollar, have
given my children a good educa
tion, and when I am called away
will leave them enough to keep the
wolf from the door. My experience
has taught me that:
1. One acre of land well prepared
and well cutivatcd, produce more
than two which received only the
same amount of labor used on one.
2. One cow, horse, mule, sheep
or hog well fed is more profitable
than two kept on the amount nec
essary to keep one well.
3. One acre of clover or grass is
worth more'than two of cotton
where no grass or clover is raised.
-4. No farmer who buys, oats,
corn, wheat, fodder and linv, as n
rule, for years, can keep the sheriff
away from the door in the end.
5. The farmer who never reads
the papers, sneers at book farming
and improvements, always has a
leaky roof, poor stock, broken down
fences, and complains of bad ‘sea
n
SODP.
6. The farmer who is above his
business and entrusts it to another
to manage, soon has no business
to attend to.
7. The farmer whose habitual
beverage is good water, is healthier,
wealthier ar.d wiser than lie who
does not refuse to drink.
■— - -
A Girl in ltoy’s Clothes.
A press dispatch from Minneap
olis, October 30th, says : “This city
has a sensation of no small preten
sions. A young woman was arreß
ted here yesterday who has been
masquerading for a year and a half
,»s a young man, giving the name
Leon Belmont, and claiming to be
a nephew of August Belmont, of
New York, arid that he would soon
come into possession of large prop
erty. Belmont wus a great fli rt ?
making love promiscuously to ma
ny young ladies of this city, who
regarded him as a good catch, lie
became engaged to a Miss Grace
Watts and a Miss Bracket, both
prominent young ladies. This dual
engagement led to trouble, which
ended in the arrest of the supposed
young man and discovery of her
sex. It is said that Miss Bracket
had before expressed a doubt of
Belmont's masculinity, but was
bluffed into silence by her lover. —
The other and more serious charges
wiii probably he preferred against
the young lady, whose real name is
not known. She is supposed to
huve stolen various sums of money
in Wall’s house, where she boarded
and never paid a board bill in ovet
a year.”
A Strange Oceurrcuce.
Last Saturday a week ago, while
Mr. Isaac Reed and his feur chil
dren were picking cotton upon a
portion of land belonging to Mr.
Newton Cates, in this county, rocks
began to fall about’ when Mr. Reed
in anger grasped up a stone and
exclaimed, “Who ever you are, if
you don’t stop you’ll get this,”
holding up the stone in liis hurid.
But the rocks kept on falling so
fast that all began to wonder who
could be throwing them, when it
wes noticed that they were rising
off the ground about them and fall
ing hack! So strange a sight caused
them to leave the field ar.d go to
the house near by. when the stone
falling commenced there. Some of
the near neighbors were sent for,
among them Mr. N. Cates, and Mr.
J. Bezel,(a sister of whom is Mr.
Reed’s wife) and all saw the rocks
falling, some of which were hot, and
all testify to the same facts—for
facta they are—but as to the cause,
none of them pretend to know.—
Now. some will be so incredulous
as utterly to deny this and cry out
“Pshaw !’’ and “superstition,” yet,
in spite of all, these are as well es
tablished facts, as human testimo
ny can establish. Better accept
them as facts, and go to investigat
ing for the. cause. On Monday week
the same manifestations were re
peated at the same place, and one
of the stones struck a little boy on
VOL. IV. NO. 17.
the foot, nnd another stone struck
Mr. Hazel on the shoulder. Hv the
way this is not the first time that
these sort of “manifestations” and
“appearances,” or call them by
what name you please, have occur
red, but in other places in this
State and Virginia, such have oc
curred.— Marietta Journal .
Bismarck's hast Cigar.
Bismarck once told a group of
visitors the following: “The value
of a good cigar,” said he, “is best
understood when it is the last you
possess, and there is no chance of
getting another. At Roniggratz I
had only one cigar left in my pock
et, which 1 carefully guarded dur
ing the whole of the buttle, ns a
miser does his treasure. I did not
feel justified in using it. I painted
it, glowing colors, in my mind, the
happy hour in which I should en
joy it after the victory. But I had
miscalculated my chances.”
“And what,” asked one of the
company, “was the cause of your
miscalculation ?”
“A poor dragon," replied Bis
marck, "who lay helpless with both
arms crushed murmuring for some
thing to refresh him. I lelt in my
pockets and found I only had
gold, and that would be of no use
to him. But stay—l still had my
treasured cigar! I lighted this for
him and placed it between his teeth.
You should have seen the pocr fel
low’s grateful smile! I never enjoy
ed a cigar so well as that one 1 did
not smoke.”
lie Faithful.
The only way to he faithful in
anything is to be faithful in every
thing. The only way to be faithful
in great things is to bo faithful in
small things. When I was in col
lege, I engaged a countryman to
bring mo a load of wood in Novem
ber, at a certain price. November
came and the price of wood bad ris
en. But on the appointed day my
man arrived. I congratulated him
on bis punctuality. “Yes,"said he,
‘I could have bad two dollars mole
per cord for my wood, at home.—
But 1 bad promised to bring it to
you and so I said I should be n
poor sort of fellow if my word is
not worth two dollars.”
A Faithful Servant;— A young
German from Mecklenburg was re
cently lucky enough to win 860,000
iri one day at Monaca, and at once
went to the hotel and locked up the
amount in a cash box, intending to
'eave for home the next morning
without further tempting fortune.
On awakening the next day, how
ever, the box was gone, and with it
his old valet, who on numberless
occasions hud given proofs of fideli
ty and affection to his master. As
>t was, the young man had to
te-legraph home for money to
leave the place, and learned that
the servant was in Mecklenburg
with the cash intact, having de
camped with it for fear that his
master would risk it at the gaming
table again, as he had seen so many
other lucky ones do.
A Sad “Good-Bye.”— l was wit
ness of a tragic occinrence last week
A lady was saying “Good-bye” to
some friends who were leaving her
pretty country house after a short
stay, and incautiously came out
upon the steps to wave them a last
adieu. The wind was high, and as
the breeze swept around the house
it caught a beautifully curled and
very innocent-looking fringe that
adorned her forehead, and swept it
right away. The lady turned and
and fled, while a grinning flunkey
picked up the little toupee, and
carried it off, I hope, to the lady’s
maid.
Two of the most respectable citi
zens of Galveston got to talking
politics.
“You areas obstinate as a mule,’
said one.
“But I never make an ass of my
self, like you do.”
"Genll°men,” said a bystander,
“such near relatives ought never to
j talk politics in public.”
The trouble about taking medi
! cine warranted to cure all diseases
I is that it may not know exactly
| what is wanted of it, and in that
! case it will go fooling around in the
i system trying to cure you of some
i disease that you have not got.