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J. C. HEARTSELL, Ed. and Pub.
voi. xnr.
To our Murray friends we
wish to say, that we are bet¬
ter prepared to sell Furniture
at low prices than ever, aud
we will make it to their in¬
terest when they want Fur¬
niture, Carpets, Matting,
Liice Curtains, Window
Shades and Picture Mould¬
ings, to call and see ns.
CHEROKEE FORNITDRE CO.
W. W. WOODRUFF. ESTABLISHED W. E. GiBaiua
1865.
W, W. WOODRUFF & GO.
176 & 178 Cay Street, KNOXVILLE, TENN.
HARDWARE.
Cutlery, Mule Axes, Nalls, Locks, Hinges, Tools, Horse and
Shoes, &c., &o.
AGRICULTURAL IMPLEMENTS.
Genuine Oliver Chilled Plows, Syracuse Hillside Plows,
Brown’s Double Shovel Plows, Cider Mills. Straw Cut¬
ters, Cradle Lawn and Mowers, Snaths, Corn Barbed Shetiers, Wire, &c., Hay &c. Forks, Scythes,
CONTRACTORS’ SUPPLIES.
Mattocks, Dynamite, Scrapers, Blasting Powder, Sledge Steel, Iron, Shovels, Ploks,
Tools, Wheelbarrows, and Drill Hammers, Black¬
smith &c.
AMMUNITION, SPORTING GOODS.
Parker’s Shot Guns, Remington, Baker and English
Shot Guns, Winchester and Colt’s Rifles, Loaded
Shells, Fishing Rifle Powder, Shot, Lead, Fish Hooks and Lines,
Rods, &c.
SPECIALTIES.
Sash, Circular Circular Doors Saws, Saws, and Blinds, Rubber and Leather Belting,
Screen Doors and Window Window Window Glass, Glass, Frames, Fire-proof Fire-proof Safes, Safes, Wire W
Paper Bags, &c.
EVERYTHING ON WHEELS.
Buggies, tain Hacks, Phaetons, Carriages, Farm Spring Wagons, Moun¬
Mitchell Wagons, Two Wheel Carts.
Send for Catalogue and prices.
Special attention given to orders by mall. We respeot
fully solicit your patronage.
W. W. WOODRUFF & CO.
(76 & 178 Cay Street, KNOXVILLE, TENN.
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Southern Stone & Monumental Co., —
MANUFACTURER'S OF
Marble and Granite
Statuary, Monuments. Head?tones, Drosses
Building Stone.
Coping, Iron Fencing, Lawn Furniture, Etc.
1116 MARKET ST. : : : CHATTANOOGA TENN.
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JOB PRINTING
“TELL THE TRUTH”
SPRING PLACE. MURRAY COUNTY, GA. SATURDAY.SEPTEMBER 2, 1893
The Coming ef Summer.
The woods are astir with a flutter of wings,
Each thicket resounds with the notes of a
song;
The maples’ green banners unfurl to the
breeze,
And hither the dryads come tripping along,
Whose chanting has startled the squirrel that
springs
From bough unto bough of the wnisper
' mg trees.
The uplands, whose pastures of emerald hue
Laugh low at the frolics of lambkins at
play.
Are waiting expectant for some one to
come.
Tricked out in their holidey ilnery, gay
With buttercups yellow and harebells of blue,
That tinkle and chime when we think
they are dumb.
The brook is aglatl with hilarious glee,
Aud gambols and leaps ;is it runs to the
lake.
‘•She’s coming! she’s coming!” it shouts
to the field;
“The cranes have come back and the wood¬
chuck’s awake!”
Like auy young madcap from durance set
free,
And singeth for joy till its lips shall be
sealed.
The lake as her children run into her arms,
Impatient to tell the good tidings the ilrat,
Takes each to her heart, aud there rocks
it to sleep;
And while on her heaving full bosom ’tis
nurst,
Sbo croons a soft lullaby, speaking thecharms
Of summer, high carnival comiugto keep.
—William T. James, in Frank Leslie's.
NELLY'S LOVER.
BY AMY RANDOLPH.
“I wish I could go to the seashore,”
said Nelly Green, softly.
She sat like a little pale shadow iu
tliemo ving gleams of the Madeira vines
which Marian had twined back and
forth over the tenement-house window,
her eyes fixed on the one bit of blue
sky which was visible between factory
walls and clustering chimney pots.
“To the seashore!” said Aunt Pen¬
elope, grimly. “Marian, them vests
ain’t pressed yet, and they’re to be
called for at noon, you know.”
“ But t-ho seashore!” went on Nell,
as if she had not heard the crabbed
old woman’s words. “The great, cool
waves, full of green and violet, lights;
the wet crinkly sands; the sv eet wind
and the fringes of white foam! Oh,
Marian, I know I should be better if
I could go to the sea. ”
Nelly Green had been the flower of
all the family — the beauty, the young¬
est, the pet. But when Nelly fell sick
and was obliged to give up school —
when she continued to droop, day by
day, Aunt Penelope began to question
the justice of Providence.
Marian had listened wistfully to her
sister’s piteous words. She looked at
Aunt Penelope.
“Aunt Pen,” said she, “there’s that
money 1 have been saving for a button¬
hole machine; it would just take us
all to the seashore for a week.”
“ And what’s to become of the button¬
hole machine? ” said Aunt Pen. work¬
ing her jaws in unison with the motion
of the scissors with which she was cut¬
ting out several layers of white Mar¬
seilles.
“ We must do without it,” said Mar¬
ian.
“No, dear, no! ’’saidNelly, looking
up with a faint smile. “ I am not yet
selfish enough to allow such a sacrifice
as that. You have been saving iqp for
the button-hole machine a whole year
—• you could work a deal faster with
it.”
Marian kissed her sister aud said
nothing. But the next evening when
she came in from delivering her latest
batch of work at the vest factory, she
held up three slips of paper.
“Tickets for Long Branch!”
she, “ Get ready, Nell and Aunt Pene¬
lope! We are to go on Thursday for
a week! ”
‘ ‘ Goodness gracious me! ” ejcaulated
Aunt Pen. “ And me without a dress
cap and not a yard of ruffling done
up! ”
“,You can male,) up the dress-cap to¬
night,” said Marian, “ and as for the
ruffling, we must do without it, for
once.”
“But the button-hole machine,” said
Nell, drawing her sister’s face down
close to hers. “ Oh, Marian — Marian
what have you done? ”
“Darling,” whispered Marian, “I
would make button-holes by hand all
my life, to see the color back in vour
cheeks. ”
And Marian felt that she was indeed
rewarded when Nelly’s cheeks reddened
and something like the old light came
back to her eyes as the Long Branch
boat steamed past the Narrows and the
cool salt breeze fluttered her veil and
lifted the little fringes of golden hair
from her forehead. Marian and Aunt
Pen. in her well-worn black alpaca,
sat beside her; and Miss Cynthia Cul¬
pepper, who boarded in tlie same
house, and was a “saleslady” out for
her two weeks’ vacation, was opposite
in a dress hat, imitation gold bracelets
and pea-green kid gloves.
Presently a tall, handsome young
man, who sat on the other side of the
boat, rose and approached the party.
“I;beg your pardon,” said he cour¬
teously, to Marian, “but I see that
the young lady is an invalid. Would
she not prefer a seat on the shady side?
Mine is quite at her disposal.”
“Thank you,” said Marian, grate¬
fully. “It would be pleasanter.”
Aud then began a pleasant little
travelling acquaintance,- which was
further cemented by the handsome
stranger carrying their bags to the
train for them.
“Which hotel are you for?” he
asked, when at length the train came
to a staud-still in the depot.
“ >h, no hotel,” said frank Nelly.
“We have engaged board at a private
house. A boy will meet us. We are
very much obliged for all your kind¬
ness.”
“What a fool you are, Nelly
Green !” cried Miss Cynthia Culpepper.
“Don’t you see lie’s bound fpr the
West End? You could easily have
pretended you were going to one of
the hotels, too.”
“ But it wouldn’t have been true.”
“True?” echoed Miss Cynthiu.
“I’ve no patience with you? You’ll
never see him again? And him with
diamond studs in liis linen and a real
Panama hat! , Who knows what would
have come of it?”
“ Please to give me the cheapest
bathiilg-suit you have,” said Nelly,
the next morning, when the three girls
went down to take their sea-baths.
“ There you are again!” grumbled
Cynthia. “ Must you advertise
the fact of your poverty all through
Long Branch? I’d never have come
with if ” *
you —
She stopped here, startled by Nelly’s
little cry of pleased surprise. For
there, looking out of the window where
the bathing-suits were piled up for
hire, was the tall stranger in the dia¬
mond studs and the Panama hat.
“Oh,” cried Nell, instinctively,
* ‘ how glad I am to see you ! Btit who
would have expected to meet you
here!”
“ Renting out bathing-suits at fifty
and twenty-five cents an hour,” said
the youug man, with a mischievous
sparkle in his dark eves. “Which
shall I have the pleasure of selecting
for you, ma’am?” to Miss Cynthia Cul¬
pepper.
That- young lady drew herself up.
“ The nicest you have,” said she.
“Marian,” she added, afterward,
“those diamonds are California and
nothing else. Aud the hat is most
likely borrowed. And yon really
ought to teach that silly little sister of
yours some of the ways of the
world? She’s making as much of that
young man as if he was a gentleman !”
And Miss Culpepper gave the dark
eyed offender the cut direct, when she
met him strolling on the beach, when
bath hours wore over, and the sunset
breeze came freshest.
t ( Are you strong enough to walk up
as far as yonder stranded sloop?” said
he to Nell. “ I think you would enjoy
the sight. And with my arm — ”
“I should like it so much,” said
Nelly.
But Miss Cynthia could not endure
this.
“ Young man,” said she, loftily, “I
don’t think your employer would
like this. ”
“ My employer!”
“The gentleman that owns the
bathing-suits.”
“ But I have nothing to do with the
bathing-suits nor their owner,” said
the stranger with an amused look.
“Indeed!” said Miss Culpepper,
with scorn. “ Then may I ask what
you were doing there this morning?”
“Oh, certainly!” answered the
stranger. “ I found, when I got down
to the bathing grounds, that I had left
the key of my room in the door; so
I just stepped in for a moment while the
man ran up to the hotel to get it for
me.”
Miss Cynthia Culpepper opeued her
$1.00 a Year Hi Advance.
mildly blue eyes very wide. All of a
sudden the diamonds assumed their
original glitter; the mien of the sus¬
pected vendor of bathing suits became
aristocratic and Lord-Byronish again.
How, then, in the names of Guy Living¬
stone, Sir Charles Grandison and all
the other heroes of modern and an¬
cient romance, had she made such a
mistake? But if he wasn’t the hotel
employe, who was he?
The week at Long Branch glided
away, and when they were seated in
the steamer, on their homeward way,
Nell whispered to Marian, with gleam¬
ing eyes and cheeks all rosy:
‘ ‘Dear Marian, is it wrong to be en¬
gaged to him after only a week’s ac¬
quaintance?”
“Wrong? No, dear,” Marian an¬
swered; “for I think he loves you
dearly. ”
“Who do you think he is—” de.
inanded Cynthia Culpepper, bouneing
into the room where the three sat at
their vest-making—“Mr. Newton, I
mean!”
“He is Mr. Newton,” said Nelly.
“He is the new partner in our firm !”
gasped Cynthia. “I saw him looking
over the cashier’s books this morning. ”
“Marian,” said Nelly, turning to
her sister, “the first present I make
you after I am married shall be a but¬
ton-hole machine ; for all this happi¬
ness has come of your sweet, generous
self-denial.—[The Ledger.
How Sky-Rockets are Made.
The first process in rocket-making is
the manufacture of the tube, which, for
all the ordinary kinds, is of pasteboard,
rolled hard and glued, layer over layer,
•until it is nearly as tough as sheet
iron. The tube is placed in a copper
mold, from the bottom of which a long,
pointed spindle projects up to the tube.
The fuse, a sort 'of wick impregnated
with slow-burning powder, is inserted
well up into the tube, and the firing
charge, also a slow-burning powder, is
rammed around the fuse and down
around the spindle so that when the
tube is withdrawn from the mold a
deep cavity is left in the bottom of the
rocket, which greatly facilitates com¬
bustion. The gas formed by slow pow¬
der rushing out at the vent and imping¬
ing upon the air sends the rocket tip
ward. Upon the firing charge, which
will last long enough to carry the rock¬
et to the required altitude, is placed
the bursting, or exploding charge, a
small quantity of fine-grained gunpow¬
der, somewhat similar to that used in
squibs, whoso power is sufficient to
blow out the display. On this explod¬
ing charge (ignited by the firing charge
when it lias burned up to that point,
which should be coiucident, of course,
with the extreme limit of the rocket’s
flight) is put whatever display the
rockets are to make. The workman
just in front of us has mixed together
a quantity of bright steel filings, taken
from an air-tight vessel (for if the fil¬
ings rust they are worthless), with a
trifle of mealed powder and glue water.
This, in the consistency of stiff clay,
he presses into the tube, and upon it
he pours more steel-filings, dry and
loose. Upon this, again, he places a
bit of clay, or tempered brick-dust;
and, witn a dab of glue,fixes a conical
cap, in shape much like the tops of the
turrets you see in old Gascon chateaus.
(I have never been in Gascony myself,
or France either, for that matter ; but
it sounds well to write about these
things as if you were wearily familiar
with them all.) Next he takes his tube,
now complete, and dexterously wires
two sticks of pine or spruce to it one
on either side. These sticks will guide
the rocket in its flight, which other
■wise would be erratic. This is a“six
pounder,” and will mount four hun¬
dred feet and close its career in a
shower of brilliant sparks.—Demorests.
A Pie for the Queen.
Consenting to the revival by the
Mayor of Gloucester of an ancient cus¬
tom, Queen Victoria is to receive,
through the Lord High Steward of
Gloucester (the Duke of Beaufort),
the royal lamprey pie, which from an
early period prior to 1830 was annually
sent by the City of Gloucester to the
reigning sovereign. The royal pie will
be accompanied by skewers or spoons,
specially prepared, bearing the arms
of the City of Gloucester and the
name of the present Mayor.—Detroit
Free Press.
NO. 26.
Jewels.
A rosy and radiant ruby
The heart of the summer glow*,
And a splendid sun-shot topaz
The opulent autumn shows.
The pearl and the changing opal
Doth the pallid winter bring,
But for me the emerald seasons set
With its diamond dews,—the spring!
Clinton Scollard, in Youth’s Companion.
HUMOROUS.
A draft on Chicago — An Illinois
cyclone.
Gardner: What is the softest kind
of pear? Wardner: A bridal pair, I
should say.
No, my son, the chief marshal is not
nine-tenths of the procession, though
he thinks he is.
“They are the closest of friends.”
“Yes; I never knew one of them to
lend tlie other a cent.”
Bugsy: I’m makin’ piles o’ * ‘ dust. ”
now. Jagsy; Y’air? Wot are yonsa
workin’ at? Baggy: Beatin’ carpets.
There are people in this world who
never attempt to reach the top of the
greatest pole of success, because they
can not ascend in elevators.
Bigg: Do you believe in second
marriage? Fogg: Yes, for women.
A widow is a perennial danger to
society until she is married again.
He gives up his seat when she enters the car,
Though he knows his politeness she'll scorn,
But it’s plain that in this way he's safer by far—
If he doesn’t she’ll tread on his corn.
Charley: So Jim yon were extra¬
vagant enough to pay $20 a dozen for
your handkerchiefs. Don’t you think
that was a good deal of money to blow
■c
What ever possessed Miss Sharpley
to marry that old Holdfast?” “He
was her guardian, and she was bound
to get part of the handsome fortune
left her. ”
The butcher (haughtily)—“Madam,
my reputation rests upon my meat.’’
Doubting customer—“Well, if it’s as
tough as that last steak you sent me I
feel sorry for you. ”
Mrs. Cumso—“I wouldn’t criticise
the singer so severely if I were you.
He is doing his best.” Mr. Cumso—
“Oh, in that case it’s all right; I was
afraid he was doing his worst. ”
First Tramp: “ Who wouldn’t be a
pretty little flower. It stays in bed
all summer.” Second Tramp—“Yes;
but think of the water you would have
to take during that time. Ugh!”
Mrs. Upercrust: You go abroad a
great deal lately, do you not Mrs.
Newmonie? Mrs. Newmonie: La!
yes, my dear. Why, we’re in Paris
so much lately that I call us reg’ler
Parisites!
They were speaking of superstitions,
and Mrs. Dix said, “What is it a sign
of to have the family cat howl outside
at night?” “ Of a death in the family
if the man is a good shot,” replied Mr.
Dix emphatically.
A good-natured man who was run
down by a wheelman got up in time
to hear him shout ‘ ‘Look out! ” “ Phat
is the matter wid you!” said the man
in disgust, “yer not coming back
again, are ye?”
This world would be a splendid place
And always fair and sunny,
If we could clip the wings of love,
Likewise the wings of money.
Old Lady (to Druggist): I want a
box of canine pills. Druggist: What
is the matter with the dog? Old Lady
(indignantly): I want you to know,
sir, that my husband is a gentleman.
(Druggist puts up some quinine pills in
profound silence.)
Husband—“ Do you know that every
time a woman gets angry she adds' a
new wrinkle to her face?” Wife—
“No, I did not: but if it is so, I
presume it is a wise provision of nature
to let the work! know what sort of a
husband the woman has. ”
Jones and his wife were wandering
among the cages in a menagerie, “I
say, Jones dear, what on earth hag
that rattlesnake tied himself up into
such an involved knot for?” “Can’t
say, darling, unless there's something
on his mind that he wants to remem¬
ber.”
Mrs. Wickwire: “Don’t you think
you would make a better success of life
if you were to go to work?” Weary
Watkins: “ I dunno, Do you think
a man ought to work on Sunday?”
“Certainly not, if he can avoid it.”
“ Well, every day is Sunday to a man
in my business.”