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SPRING PLACE JIMPLECUTE,
J. C. HEARTSELL, Ed. and Pub.
VOL XIIL
Mora women are employed by the
British government than bv the gSv
•rnment of any other country.
nglisk journals . are much inter
ested in Lieutenent Peary’s expedition
to the Arctic regions, aud express the
hope that he will be entirely success¬
ful.
Mvthologv contributes to ’American
town sites seven Neptuues, eight Min
three . Jupiters, five
ervas, five Juuos,
Ulysseses, four Dianas, twenty-two
Auroras, but only one Apollo.
The telegraph aiqj telephone lines
of Switzerland are owned and opera¬
ted by the government. There are
1,411 telegraph offices and 12,595 tele¬
phone offices. The profits derived
from them amount to more than $250-,
000 yearly.
Mrs. Mary Frost Orrnsby is one of
the leading agitators of the “peace
movement.” She advocates the aboli¬
tion of military schools and says that,
at the international peace congress
held in Italy in 1891, the Germans,
who have one of the largest standing
armies in the world, were the most ea¬
ger for white-robed peace. The peace
flag is composed of the stars and
stripes, surrounded by a broad band
of pure white.
J. Stewart Wallace, a Home Rule
member of the British Parliament who
has recently been in Chicago visiting
the World’s Fair, told a New York re¬
porter just before sailing for home
that he was much pleased with his
visit. “What we need,” said he, “is
more American progress in England
and more English conservatism iu
America.” Which in the opinion of
the Chicago Herald, seems to measure
up the situation neatly aud accurately.
The government has succeeded in
buying up a large number of the In¬
dian reservations and thrown them
open to settlement. Once in awhile,
however, an Indian tribe is found that
prefers the land to the cash offered.
Buch a case has just been reported,
The Osage Indians, every grown male
of whom is worth $15,000 in cash and
several hundred acres of land, have
resolutely declined to sell out their
property to the United States commis¬
sioners at any price.
Speaking of the consumption of
opium, there are over 100,000 Chinese
in the United States. Nearly every
one of them uses opium. There are, also,
it is estimated, nearly 100,000 white
dope fiends. An average consumption
is half a pound of opium a month.
Opium costs $7.50 a pound in Victo¬
ria. The duty is $10 a pound, yet
opium sells in the open market here
for $11.50 a pound. It must be appar¬
ent that a vast amount must be smug¬
gled, for if you allow only a quarter
of a pound a month for those who use
prepared opium, this would take an
importation of about 60,000 pounds a
month. At a profit of $4 a pound you
can see smuggling is a big thing.
A very important decision hand¬
ed down by the Supreme Court of
Minnesota, has a wide bearing on la¬
bor and capital alike. It is the case
of the Bohn Manufauturing Company
of St. Paul vs. the Northwestern
Lumbermen’s Association. The Bohn
Manufacturing Company was a mem¬
ber of the Association, and the con
stitution provides that no wholesale
dealer shall sell goods at any place at
less prices than retail dealers. The
Bohn Manufacturing -Company was
accused of violating the agreement,
and was boycotted. The Bohn Com¬
pany served an injunction on Secre¬
tary Hollis on the grounds that its
business would be seriously injured
by such action. The lower court sus¬
tained the plea and granted a perma¬
nent injunction against the boycott.
The order of the lower court was re¬
versed by the Supreme Court for the
reason that the Bohn Company, being
a member of the association, should
conform to its rules, and hence had
no ground for an injunction. The
Supreme Court holds that any man,
unless under contract obligation, or
unless his employment charges him
•with, some public duty, has a right to
refuse to work for, or deal with, any
man or class of men he sees fit, and
this right, which one man may
exercise singly, any number of men
may exercise jointly.
SPRING PLACE, MURRAY COUNTY, GA. SATURDAY. OCTOBER 7, 1893.
The Wayside Pvanp.
“Shake hands! says the wayside pump—
! ** °* Meuis oa 8 3ummer day ’
| Aud sweetest talker you ever knew,
j Although, no doubt, ’tis true
: : speaks through his nose in a careless way
That would make a precisian jump!
j “Shake bauds! ’’ How his arm of oak
Stretches out, as you draw a-nigh!
A11 he asks Is an easy stroke,
To pour you out, as smooth as smoke,
j What! A sweeter do nectar doubt than it?—only you could try! buy.
i you
| Take that cup from the rusty nail,
| Hold it under the gurgling spout.
WeU, how goes it, this Adam's ale?—
Pump away; you can’t pump him out!
Hearts like his weren’t made to fail.
Three full cups? Ah! you need not tell
Whether you like him ill or well.
So he stands by the dusty way—
God’s own landlord—and seems to say:
•‘Drink your 1111; there is naught to pay! ”
Thirsty horses, with nostrils wide,
I’lunge their head in his mossy trough,
Drink, and crop from the eool weU-side
A bunch of grass—and then amble off.
Aud now the deep-chested oxen come,
And drain the trough at a single draugh
Their great eyes glisten, though they are
dumb,
And thank the pump for the nectar quaffed.
The smoking team ’neath the load of hay
Lovingly turn their eyes that way—
They too shall drink, for the axle swings,
And the outstretched noses kiss the cool,
Sweet stream from the spout that springs
Liko a mountain brook in a mossy pool.
The farmer's dog with his lolling tongue
Laps and pants, till ho laps his fill.
Then the creaking wheels from the rut are
swung,
And the fragrant load sways up the hill.
Dear old wayside friend,
Doing good in thy time and place,
Full of cheer as a good man’s face,
Overflowing with simple grace
Of giving whate’er thou hast to spend,
Would that I were as true a man
As thou art pump, on thy humbler plan!
Out of my hands kind deeds would go;
Out of my heart sweet love would flow;
Itound mo all nourished life would grow;
And ev’ry pilgrim with thirst opprest,
Would stop to bless mo and to be blest.
—James Bcokham, in Youth's Companion.
THE CRUMBS OF DIVES.
BY JAMES BtJCKHAM.
Marion Wilbur did not like her first
month's experience as governess of
the Miss Perrins. She was patron¬
ized, snubbed; looked down upon.
Even her two young pupils w-eatod
her like an inferior. “They fling me
their favors as Dives flung crumbs to
Lazarus,” thought Marion. The girl’s
refined, self - respecting nature was
wounded. She had almost made up
her mind to return home, whether
asked to remain or not, at the close of
her month’s probation—when some¬
thing happened. Something frequent¬
ly does happen at critical points in
one’s life.
The elm-shaded streets of the city of
New Haven looked forlornly deserted,,
for it was vacation time at Yale, and
the boys had nearly all scattered to
their homes. “I am coming on the
twenty-eighth,” wrote Leslie Perrin,
“and I shall bring with me the musi¬
cal genius of the college, the young
Bavarian pianist, Max Euna. He and
I have struck up a great friendship, and
I want to make his visit to New Haven
a perfect ovation. Of course, mother,
you must give at least one grand mu
sicale, to which the genuis and fashion
of the metropolis shall be invited.
Euna wants to meet some of the great
artists of his profession, and they all
will be delighted to meet him and to
hear him play. His European fame
would give him access to the choicest
American musical circles anywhere. ”
They came—Leslie and Max—and
the Perrin mansion blazed its welcome
to them with all the splendors of
wealth. It was such a joy to have
Leslie home again—such an honor to
entertain his distinguished friend 1
Marion gazed out of the background
with wondering and shining eyes, think¬
ing herself unnoticed. And so indeed
she was, formerly. She was not intro¬
duced until the young men came down
to dinner, and then only in the most
distant and general way—all the way
from the head to the foot of the table,
and to both young men at the same
time. But it was an introduction,
nevertheless, and a little of the sting
of conscious neglect passed out of the
girl’s aching heart.
After dinner Euna played to them.
Oh, it was divine! Marion sat and
drank the music deep into her soul, as
a flower drinks sunshine. She had
never in all her life, heard or dreamed
of such music. It lifted her out of
herself, it made her utterly oblivious
“TELL THE TRUTH”
to her surroundings. But suddenly
she was awakened out of her dream.
“You are fond of music. Miss Wil¬
bur?” Leslie Perrin was bending over
her. The full, rich tones of the piano
were dying away on the air. Euna
had wheeled upon the stool and was
addressing Mrs. Perrin.
“Fond of it? Oh, I adore it—such
music as that!” exclaimed Marion, the
rich blood rushing to her cheek. Mrs.
Perrin glanced that way and foresaw
the impending tete-a-tete.
“It is nearly time the girls were at
work on their mominglessons, I think,”
she said. “Miss - Wilbur, you will
please go up and light the gas in the
school-room?” Marion went, obedi¬
ently. She lit the gas and sat down to
wait for her pupils. They did not
come. Fifteen—thirty minutes passed.
Then the poor girl realized the decep¬
tion of which she had been made the
victim, and, laying her head upon her
tuble, burst into tears. As soon as
she could control her emotion she
rose, and stealing silently to her own
room, locked herself in— such beauti¬
ful music 1 But Marion could not lis¬
ten—she must not listen. Oh, how
bitter it all was—how bitter!
Invitations were out for the grand
musicale. It was to be the most bril¬
liant social affair of the season. Ev¬
erybody of note had consented to
come. There would be simply a blaze
of wealth, genius, and beauty.
The day arrived. Such prepara¬
tions! Such profusion of rarest flow¬
ers; such store of the choicest re¬
freshments ; such magnificence of
plate; such splendor of appointments 1
Leslie and Max helped, Marion helped,
even Mr. Perrin helped. The servants
did not need them, but they helped
simply because they could not escape
the infection of it. Such occasions
engulf a whole household; the excite¬
ment is like a whirlpool.
“Max, you will tire yourself out!”
cried Leslie. “Go up to your room
and rest. Remember that you are Jo,
be the lion of the evening. ’
“I shall not go unless you do, mon
frere,” replied Euna. ponden^KcH But justM^A
Leslie was holding a
while Marion filled, it \\U* \
How could he go under
-dances? To be sure lf£ .S'
set the vase down. AjBf i
curred to him.
Marion did not know^H ;4;|;
dress for the evening or
last her longing heart ove^HS
and sho put on the one fine
had—a cream-colored silk that t cuuJ 13S|
been her mother’s, but which a
ning hand had remodeled for thelo'JgH
daughter. How Bhe longed to hear
wonderful music and look upon tun
great musicians, whose names to he®
were like the names of demi-godsi
And then, there was another reason
why she longed to go down-stairs.
Marion would not openly confess its
power, but it surged about her heart
like a sea of rapture. Leslie Perrin
had said, as they separated after din¬
ner :
“I hope you will come down-stairs
to-night, Miss Wilbur. I shall not en¬
joy the evening unless you do. ”
Just as Marion was putting the fin¬
ishing touches to her toilet there came
a tap at her door. She rustled across
the floor in her rich, old-time silk, and
turned the door-knob. There stood
Mrs. Perrin, resplendent in diamonds
and lace. For a moment the vision of
radiant loveliness before her seemed
to strike the self-possessed woman of
the world dumb. Marion looked like
the picture of some queenly colonial
beauty who had stepped down from
her massive frame of oak. The girl’s
glorious hair was piled high above her
forehead in that regal way of the old
time belles, and the low-cut frill about
her snowy neck suggested the stately
ruff of Martha Washington.
“Youwished to speak to me!” Mar¬
ion said.
“Yes,” replied Mrs. Perrin, coldly.
“I prefer you would not come down¬
stairs to-night. It will be a very dis¬
tinguished company, and you would
have to be introduced. I do not care
to have it said outside that Herr So
and-So, the eminent composer, was in¬
vited to Mrs. Perrin’s to he introduced
to the governess of her children. ”
Every word was like the thrust of a
dagger. Words are the steel with
which women slay each other.
Marion’s face changed not a muscle
till Mrs. Perrin had turned upon her
heel and gone. Then the sensitive girl
elosed the door, locked it, and flinging
herself on the floor beside the bed,
buried her face in the counterpane.
How long she crouched there she
did not know. It might have been an
hour—it might have been an age.
And all the time she could not shed a
tear, thougn her flaming face thirsted
and her aching heart cried out for just
one—just one.
She was aroused by a rap at the
door, but this time she did not heed
the summons. The rap was repented.
Marion only shivered from head to
foot. Then was ^hoard a man’s voice
—soft, pleading, tender.
“Marion!”
The girl shook like an aspen leaf.
Her hands clutched the counterpane.
Her breath came thick and fast.
“Dearest Marion! Won’t you an¬
swer me?”
A tremulous sob like a child’s, broke
from the kneeling girl. Thank God!
the tears had come at last. They
rained through the soft fingers, they
slid down the white arms. A storm
of weeping overmastered the girl. The
sound of her convulsive sobs filled the
ruyjn.
iHMy poor,, child! Won’t you open
tlgploor to me? I want to tell you
something. ”
There was no force, not even the
turning of the knob, no command, no
passionate entreaty. Only that tender,
pleading request.
Slowly Marion rose to her feet,
blinded by tears, and groped her way
to the door. She could not have gone
astray even in the darkness. Something
drew her thither—something stronger
than will, something surer than sight.
Her hand found the key. It was but
the turning of a wrist, and—
But sull the door opened not. He
would i ,t enter until she opened to
him. ^Marion’s heart stood still.
Should jhe? Should she! Her hand
wi knob. She listened intent-
1 l:o still outside. Had he
I the door? Was ho going
lie gone?
Hie!” with a little longing
threw the door open. And
is your beggar now?
■ew him your crumbs?
armer.
..in- •• in a
. j : obtained his
JPHc : \gJK\ a farmer iu tho
day lie discovered
^al^Ma^-hicli were supposed to
pounds each, were not up
Mstaiubu-d, and further examina
Jaled a steady diminution iu
WKBy provision. At lust the linker
u formal complaint against tho
INQpr, and the affair was brought be¬
fore the local court.
“Have you scales?” inquired the
magistrate.
“Yes, Monsieur le Judge,” was the
reply.
“And have you any weights?” con¬
tinued the judge.
®n answer this time in the negative
was as quickly given.
“But how did you manage to weigh
your butter?” asked tho magistrate.
Then the farmer related that ever
since the baker had taken his butter he
had returned the compliment by buy¬
ing his bread. The baker had sup¬
plied him with three-pound loaves,
and he had used them as weights for
his butter. “It is his fault, not mine,
if the weight is not correct,” added
the farmer, who was speedily acquitted
and left the court room in triumph
with an escort of friends and admirers.
Since this trial the farmer is said to
have been supplied with more than his
due provision of bread, but he has
taken good care not to fall into the
opposite error, and the baker has now
his three-pound pats of butter, but not
an ounce more.—[London Telegraph.
A Sure Cure.
Mr. Nabor (to his wife)—“My dear,
Mr. Crosslots wants to borrow one of
the twins. ”
Mrs. Nabor (in horror)—‘‘Why,
what does the man mean?”
Small girl (at the door)—“Yes’m ;
pa’s got the insomnier, and he says
please lend him the one that cries all
night; he wants to walk it awhile. ”—
[Puck.
Election day is a legal holiday in
California, Maine, Missouri, New Jer¬
sey^ New York, Oregon, South Caro¬
lina and Wisconsin.
SI.OO a Year In Advance.
BIBLE WORK.
The Publication and Circulation
of the Scriptures.
The Bible Is Printed In 350 Lan¬
guages and Dialects.
In a pamphlet just issued, entitled
“The Manual of the American Bible
Society,’’theRev. Albert Hunt, D. D.,
one of the secretaries of that organiza¬
tion, lias collected a number of inter¬
esting facts concerning the publication
and circulation of the Holy Scriptures.
In commenting on the progress made
in Bible work, the manual says the
British and Foreign Bible Socity last
year published a list showing that the
Scriptures have been printed in 304
languages or dialects by that society,
either wholly or in part. This list
omits about 50 versions prepared mi
der the auspices of the American Bible
Society and other similar organizations,
which the British and Foreign Bible
Sooiety has not undertaken to circu¬
late. It is estimated therefore, that
there are 350 languages or dialects
which have received some portion of
the Holy Scriptures.
The American Bible Society has
aided in the translation, printing or dis¬
tribution of the Scriptures in the follow¬
ing languages or dialects; Hebrew,
Greek, English, Gaelic, Irish, Welsh,
French, Spanish, Hebrew - Spanish,
Portuguese, Italian, German, Hebrew
German, Dutch, Swedish, Danish, Fin¬
nish, Polish, Bohemian, Hungarian,
Latin, Modern Greek, Albanian, Rou¬
manian, Servian, Bulgarian, Slavonic,
Russian and Reval-Esthonian, Turkish,
Ancient Armenian, Modern Armenian,
Kurdish, Axerbijan, Arabic, Ancient
Syriac, Modern Syriac, Persian, Urdu,
Hindu, Punjabi, Telugu, Canarese,
Tamil, Marathi, Pahari, Kumoani,
Gurmukhi, Siamese-Laos, Mongo
lian, Burmese, Chinese, (classical),
Easy Wenli, Chinese (mandarin), the
Foochow, Swatow, Shanghi, Sooehow,
Canton, Ningpo and Amoy colloquials,
Japanese, Japanese-Kunten and Co
rean, Hawaiian, Ebon (Marshall Is¬
lands), Gilbert Islands, Russian, Pon
ape, Mortlock and Ruk; Dakota, Mus¬
kogee, Creek, Choctaw, Cherokee,
Mohawk, Seneca, Ojibwa,. Delaware
and Nez Perces; Zulu, Bengalese, Gre
py, Mpongwe, Dikele, Tonga, Umbun
da, and Sheetswa; Creolese Arrawaek
and Aymara.
The fact is brought out in the man
ual that the entire Bible has not yet
been translated into 100 languages,
and that not more than 60 of the 350
languages and dialects in which the
Holy Scriptures have beea printed
have received more than a single book
of the Bible. As to the total number
printed in the present century the
writer says:
“Previous to April 1, 1892, the Brit¬
ish and Foreign Bible Society had is¬
sued 131,844,796 and the American
Bible Society 55,531,908 Bibles, Tes¬
taments and portions. Other societies
have issued not far from 50,000,000,
while private publishers have increased
these issues by scores of millions be¬
sides. At the present day the Scrip¬
tures are circulated among nearly all
the nations of the earth. In all Eu¬
ropean countries, including Spain,
Portugal, Italy, Austria, Russia, Tur¬
key and Greece; in Asia they are
circulated largely throughout the
Turkish Empire and in Russia,
while India, Siam, China and
Japan furnish extended fields for
Bible distribution, Africa — north,
south, east and west—is also wide
open, including Egypt. In North
America there is no hindrance to the
work, not even in Mexico, where there
is great demand for the Scriptures.
The same is true of most parts of
South and Central America, the West
Indies and many of the South Sea Is¬
lands. Indeed, there are few coun¬
tries where legal impediments to the
circulation of the Scriptures longer
exist. Such obstructions as may still
be met with arise chiefly from popular
ignorance and prejudice.”
In the Thirteenth Century the Bible
sold at thirty pounds, and even after
the invention of the art of printing it
could not be obtained except at high
prices. The very cheapest editions at
the time of the revolution cost $2,
whereas to-day the scriptures' can be
had complete for 20 cents, and the
New Testament for 5 cents, so that the
Bible has become “the very cheapest
NO. 3 l.
book on earth,” cheaper even than the
yellow-backed literature of the pres- **
ent day. —[St. Louis B epublic.
An Oriental Bunco Game.
One of the cleverest and yet most
simple bunco games ever accomplished
was worked by Nadir Shah, a robber,
who became king of Persia, and sub¬
sequently conquered a great part of
India about a century and a half ago.
During his progress through the lat¬
ter country he defeated the Tartar
King of Delhi, and after appropriat¬
ing everything in sight, he graciously
offered to reinstate the falling monarch
as his represantative and vassal.
The king accepted with alacrity, and
the two swore eternal friendship, and
service and protection respectively.
An elaborate ceremony was arranged
to celebrate the’event, and the Tartar
chief made his appearance at the pro¬
per time, dressed in all the magnifi¬
cence he could muster, but there was
that about him which made the con
queror start, for, blazing in his tur¬
ban was a diamond such as Persian
eyes had never looked upon before.
It was in fact no less than the famous
Koh-i-noor, or mouhtain of light.
Nadir Shah was overcome with mor
tification and regret that he should
have left such a gem iu the king’s pos¬
session, but he could not consistently
plunder the man he had just promised
to protect.
At last an idea struck him. There
was an ancient and oriental custom of
exchanging turbans as a token of
amity.
Nadir at once put it into practice.
He removed his own handsome head
gear, and tendered it to the other. The
Tartar could not refuse this mark of
condescension, and so he accepted
Nadir’s turban, handed over his own,
and the mountain of light passed away
from Delhi forever.—[Detroit Free
Press.
Facts About Potatoes.
The potato crop of the world amounts
to the enormous quantity of 2,850,
000,000 bushels, by far the largest
proportion of which is grown in Eu¬
rope. Germany is the largest potato
producing and consuming country in
the lvorld, with the average produc¬
tion of nearly 900,000,000 bushels per
annum, and in years of large produc¬
tion exceeding 1,000,000,000 bushels.
Russia comes next, with a crop of
464,000,000 bushels, closely followed
by Austria-Hungary and France. The
crop of the United States is small in
comparison with that of Europe, aver¬
aging only about 170,000,000 bushels,
which is considerably less than that of
the United Kingdom. This crop does
not enter legally into the foreign trade
of any country, the supply grown be¬
ing mainly for home use.
Germany, shipping less than 5,000,
000 bushels annually, is the heaviest
exporter, and the United Kingdom, im¬
porting about the same quantity, is
the largest importing country. The
aggregate European crops ate just
about enough for domestic require*
ments, the exports of potatoes from all
European countries being only 700,000
bushels more than the total import.
Under intensive farming the produc¬
tion per acre of potatoes is very large.
This is exemplified by the cropi
from the Channel Islands, where an
area of only 8,819 acres furnishes
2,337,000 bushels of potatoes for ship*
mentto the United Kingdom. This
was at the rate of 265 bushels per acre
in addition to home consumption, and
the export trade amounted to $334 per
acre cultivated.—[New York Journal.
An Enormous Kite.
The largest kite ever made in the
Uni’ed States is that produced in Dur¬
ham, Green County. The frame con*
sists of two main sticks twenty eight
feet long and weighiug each 100
pounds, and two cross sticks twenty,
five pounds each.
All the sticks are 2x6 inches in di¬
mensions. Over the framework was
stretched a great sheet of white duck
25x18 feet, which weighed fifty-fivs
pounds. The tail of the kite alona
weighed fifty pounds aud contained 155
yards of muslin. Twenty-five hundred
feet of one-half inch rope served as
kite strings.
The plaything oast $100, and when
it is mounted inio the air it exerts
lifting power of 500 pounds. Six mon
once permitted it to ascend 1000
feet.—[Albany (N. Y.) Express,