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SPRING PLACE JIMPLECUTE.
«T. o. EEARTSELL, Ed. and Puto.
VOL XIV.
There are less than 300 pure blooded
Greenlanders.
Canada’s exports for the past ten
months amounted to §91,299,155, an
increase of §1,661,553 over last year.
Imports fell off in round numbers §3,
000,000, with a falling of §800,000 in
duties.
Good Roads thinks that church at¬
tendance would he greatly increased
if our roads were uniformly good.
During half the year the pleasure of
church attendance is denied, because
of almost impassable highways.
It is suggested iu Queensland that
agriculture should form one of the
branches of study in the schools, for
that under a system of daily teaching
children will acquire a love for and a
practical knowledge of agriculture
which will best fit them for the world.
Japan is not only adopting tho mn
ferial civilization of the West, but is
as eagerly assimilating its literature.
Many standard English novels have
lately been translated into Japanese,
and ten-cout paper editions of Dick¬
ens in the vernacular are especially
popular._
Marion County, Kentucky, has pur¬
chased a bloodhound to nso in running
down criminals. It would bo a good
thing for every county to maintain a
pack. The animals aro not vicious,
as is commonly supposed, but aro re¬
markable for intelligence and kecness
of scent.
The Cincinnati Commercial Gazette
exclaims: The best and most endur¬
ing monument to Mary Washington
was the character and works of her son
George, and his remark, “All I am I
‘owe to my mother.” And yet, it is
well that a monument of stone should
be raised to give emphasis to her
work.
The prospectus of a proposed “na¬
tional school of electricity,” to be es¬
tablished Cbungo under the auspi¬
ces of Edison and a number of
eminent electricians, says: “More
thau §809,090,090 are employed in
electrical pursuits to-day, and those
figures are being increased at tho rate
of §100,000,009 aumially. Within a
decade nine-tenths of the steamboat¬
ing, railroading, canal-hauling, illu¬
mination, domestic lighting, heating,
cooking, factory operation, mining
and metallurgy will be dona by elec¬
tricity. ”_
A man worth fifty millions of dol¬
lars says, in the hearing of Judge, he
was far happier when he hadn’t a dol¬
lar than he is now. Thus wo find that
the individual who doesn’t know when
he is well off belongs to no particular
class; and if this man were to lose his
fortune to the last dollar ho would
doubtless be so much more unhappy
that he would take his last and only
life. Perhaps the only perfectly happy
man is the one who is dead; and he is
happy, if we know anything about it,
because he is hushed to silence an 1
cannot argue tho question with him¬
self.
The total amount of green corn
packed last season in the United States
and Canada far exceeded that of any
previous year, over 4,999,009 cases o '
cans being put up. Three and a half
million cases were packed in 1892.
The canners’ associations are devising
means to regulate the supply and de¬
mand, but apparently little can be
done to overcome the prevailing low
prices from the overproduction of last
year. For fourteen years the Ameri¬
can Grocer has collected the most re¬
liable statistics obtainable coucerning
the amount of canned corn, and it
states that while the high prices early
last year encouraged the packers to in¬
crease the supply, ancl thus lower the
market, it is altogether probable that
the packers will regulate this sum*
mer’s output so as to meet the present
conditions, and hence the farmers who
raise the corn for canning may not find
a strong market for a large crop.
Still the large prices may so stimulate
consumption as to again call for a
large crop at good prices. For Beveu
years fhe New York markets have
averaged highest prices during the
winter months, being the lowest iu
the fall. At the close of 1833 the bulk
of the crop was in the jobber’s hands,
though much has been sold during the
Winter*
SPRING PLACE- MURRAY COUNTY, GA. SATURDAY. JULY 14, 1894.
AN “OUT-OF-DATE” COUPLE.
We are “so out ot date,” they say—
Ned and I;
We love in an old-fashioned way,
Long sinee gone bv.
Ho says X am his helpmate true
In everything;
And I —well, I will own to you
He is my king.
We mot in no romantic way
’Twist “glow and gloom;
Ho wooed me on a winter day,
And in—a room ;
i’et, through life’s hours of stress and storm.
When griefs befell;
Hove kept onr small home corner warm
And all was well.
Ned thinks no woman like his wife—
Hut let that pass ;
Perhaps we view tho dual life
Through roseate glass
Even if the prospect bo not bright,
Wo hold it true
That heaviest burdens may grow light
When shared by two.
Upon the gilded scroll of fame,
Emblazoned fair,
I cannot hope to rea 1 tho u tma
1 proudly bear;
Cut, happy in their even flow,
The years glide by :
We are behind tti« times, wo know—
Ned and X.
—E. Mathesoa, in Chambers’s Journal.
VIOLETTA'S PICTURE.
BY I.UKANA w. SHELDON.
cam \ ND HOME
9. Lawrence Mere¬
dith stood spell¬
bound before
v. bis finished pic¬
r
sr ture, while the
I Vvj| K light from breeze an open
m m window tossed
f: 4! his wavy hair
.1 about his brow.
_M 8? He was charmed
-
, and delighted
with his own
handiwork, but
: i ^ some
ife® \ ... thing more than
the mere beaut y of his model’s face
that caused his heart to beat so raptur¬
ously. Oh, how he loved her! but
she, poor girl, sitting so wearily in a
distant corner, did not dream of what
was passing in his mind.
'direction Suddenly ho turned his eyes in her
uTxtl a look of astonishment
crossed his handsome face. Could it
be possible that those were the features
which he had so cleverly portrayed
upon the canvas?
There were flashes of lire in the
sweet blue eyes now and the delicate
mouth was curved in, an expression of
bitterness that he had never seen be¬
fore. He was amazed at the sudden
revelation, for in all his weeks upon
the picture he had never seen that
strangely bitter expression upon her
face before.
He crossed the room and spoke to
her pleasantly, even tenderly, and was
intensely relieved to see the bitter¬
ness partially disappear before the
tenderness of his manner.
“You are very tired, Violetta,” he
said gently, “and I am so sorry! But
the picture is beautiful! Exquisite !”
With a sudden movement Violetta
sprang from her chair and ran hastily
across the floor. “He loves his pic¬
ture, but not me,” she muttered
angrily as she left the room. “Fool
that I am to think that he would care
for me! He is bound body and soul
to his art. What is the pretty face
of a woman to him but a model for !
his wonderful creations?”
After she had gone, Lawrence Mere
dith stood a moment in thought, then
lighted a cigar an I drew the chair be- j
fore the easel. He had worked so I
hard on that last picture. His model’s I
face had haunted him from the first, !
but as days went by and he realized
that he was daily loving her more and
more, a new purpose seemed to take j
possession of his soul and fill his brain I
with tender fancies. j
He was an honorable fellow and he I
knew he was too poor to marry. He
determined at once, that he would
never speak one word of love to Vio
letta until ho was fully aide to lead her
to the altar and give her at hast
comfortable home. He felt that she
was learning to love him, and although
it was hard to see her daily and not
speak of what was in liis heart, he
was, m a measure, contented when ho
thought of the bliss that would shortly
come to reward him for his hour:nof
self-denial.
For he hadi decided from the ffirst
that this picture of Violetta should
bring him iame and fortune. He
would not sell it, of course, hut
the picture' should he sent tortile
National Aea lemy’s exhibition, ansd if
it was a s uccess the orders that,he
would recei jve would start him in a
lucrative j lofesRion. Now that the
picture wi n finished he was almost
happy. It was only that momentary
expression upon his model’s face that
brought a shadow to his own. What
it rnan? Was Violetta un
happy? 1 tad she any tormenting
secret, or v. us it the pain of parting
with him t’ lat had distorted her face
with such i sudden bitterness?
Then it ■ jeenrred to him that he had
not even bade her good-night,
this was tb © last of her daily sittings.
“telij tse muTS.”
The memory startled him ft little ftnd
he looked in his pockets for the ad¬
dress that she had given him.
“I will go and see her this evening
and arrange for other sittings," he
said to himself as he read the little
scrap of paper that he found in his
pocket book.
An hour later he was on his way to
Violetta’s humble lodgings.
It was a dreadful disappointment to
learn that she was out. 'She had not
returned from her afternoon’s sitting) *’
the old landlady told him.
Absently, Lawrence entered a res¬
taurant ancl ordering his evening meal,
then ho Went slowly back to the
studio, intending to write her a
lengthy letter. Ho would not tell her
that he loved her yet, but would sim¬
ply explain that he had decided to
paint another picture, and would con¬
tinue to require lief services if she
were not already sittings. fatigued from her
weeks of tiresome
lie entered the studio without his
key, but some way it did not occur to
bin! tbat ho had looked tho door care
fully when ho left it early in the even¬
ing.
Withont even glancing around he
stepped across tho room and raised the
gas jets higher, then turned to gaze
upon his picture.
Horror of horrors! What had hap¬
pened? His eyes nearly burst from
their sockets as ho gazed upon the
ruiu of that which was to bring him
fame and happiness.
Violetta’s lovely faco had been
slashed into atoms and the torn shrods
of the canvas dangled from the easel
in a manner that nearly drove him in¬
to frenzy.
With a hoarse cry he flung himself
upon the floor and groaned in tho ag¬
ony of all?” spirit: “Oh, God! Must I
give up he cried, brokenly; “my
beautiful picture, my treasured hopes!
Oh, Violetta, if you only knew! If
you were only hero to see and under¬
stand !”
For a few moments everything else
was forgotten, then the question sud¬
denly entered his mind, who could
have done this shameful deed?
He sprang from tho floor and glared
angrily about the room, There was
no one there and no trnoes of any one
having been there, except the condi¬
tion of tho picture itself—until his
eye fell suddenly upon the chair that
he had .drawn before the .easel.
What was that small, dark object
l.Xyig carelessly across the cushion?
H -bent will? and Vjfeling picked it korlor up absently, creeping
t/e - » ot
slowly about his heart.
It was one of Vioterf ta’aigloves. He
had noticed them day after day as she
drew them on over the slim, white
hand fit the close of * each afternoon’s
Her treachery was as clear, ns day to
him now, for the glove had not been
there when he drew the chair before
the easel after her departure that
evening.
His br ain xeoled at the fihought now,
not so much at "the loss .of tho picture,
but at the horrible disappointment in
the woman he so deeply loved.
Thero^was madness in his eyes, as he
glanced again about Violetta the brilliantly lost to
lighted room. sndd-enly/be- was
him and the world had
coieo both,cold andjbitter.
Ho rose, from his chair and/ began
searching among his paints/with a
, feverish lustre.
It was nearly midnight ( when Vio¬
letta reached her room., Sho was
wretchedly unhappy and. tdho memory
of her evening’s work made her trem
ble a little, even in the ^safety of her
.chamber.
Oh; how she worshiped! the courtly
young artist who had always beeu so
gentle aud kind to her and who many
times had pressed her hand with a
'tenderness not unlike affection,
Day by day her heart,had gone .out
fio him until now every fibre, of her
heiug was vibrating wfithithe fierceness
of her passion.
Not until to-night, 'when he was ad
k firing his own handi work, Mid a sug
gt istion of jealousy cross her mind,
But now she was jealous—madly, furl
on sly jealous of that painted picture,
an 1 in the frenzy of that.madness *she
conceived a cruel, hooartitees plan,
,It was over almost betforo sho knew
it, tended,it, not,, however, for the as shje (had at,first iu
at werfy last moment
affection, conquered imTj reason guided
her a little.
Now, after tho de«d was done and
she was alone in th a seclusion of her
room,-<she grew moire calm find begau
to be mihamed of her evening’s work.
She tried to sleep, hut the artist’s sad,
reproachful eyes seemed to haunt her
constantly. Over ami over his voice
was whispering iu her ear, “Why
could ymu not have'trusted me, Vio
letta,’"’until at last aha sprang from
her bod in a perfect agony of remorse
and f< tar.
She glanced at her watch and saw
that it. was nearly one o’clock; the key
of the studio was in her pocket, for of
late Lawrence had given her permis
sion to tenter at her will, rather than
wait in . the hall outside when he
chancedfto be late at his appoint
ments.
aud It she wasfdark, dressed but herself she was quickly not afraid, and
as
silently as possible.
“He shall not see it,” she whisper
over and over in reproachful ac-
ceata. “It wa3 cruel of me to even
think of such a thing. ”
There was a bright light in the stu¬
dio window when she reached the
door and her heart beat furiously as
she paused for one timid moment to
listen,
Yes, Lawrence was there; she could
hear him fumbling Almost about among the
bottles. instinctively sho
turned to run away, but something
stopped her abruptly upon the stairs,
while a shiver of horror suddenly
passed over her. She returned cau¬
tiously and bending, put her eye to
tho keyhole in the door.
Great heavens! What was the mau
about to do? Ho was standing before
the milled canvas, one hand clutching
wildly at his throat while in the other,
held steadily to his lips, was a bottle
she had often seen, with a skull and
crosshones oil its label.
With a shriek of horror she opened
the door and rushed headlong into the
room. 1
“Oh, Lawrence S My darling. Don’t!
Don’t 1” she shrieked frantically, but
Lawrence, still holding the bottle,
only turned augrily aud pointed to
the dangling canvas.
“You have ruined my life,” ho be¬
gan hoarsely, “by destroying my
faith aud trust in you,” but before he
could say more, something so Btrange
had happened that for a momoDt ho
seemed thoroughly dazed by a sudden
revulsion in his feelings.
With a swift movement, Violetta
had torn tho mutilated canvas from its
fastenings, and in another instant the
beautiful picture of herself had been
drawn from behind a pile of frames
and was standing, in all its glory, iu
its proper place upon the easel.
Then it was that Violetta fell at his
feet and tearfully begged for pardon ;
“I was jealous oD your picture, co I
came hero after you had gone, de¬
termined to destroy it, but some way,”
and her voice was thick with sobs,
“somo way, I could not do it, after
all, so I played this cruel trick upon
you.”
Lawrence stood almost breathless as
sho hurried ou. “I could not sleep
after I had gotten home, and that is
Why I-returned—to put tho picture
back before you hadseenitand learned
my jealous nature.”
The poor girl broke down com¬
pletely in tho midst of her confession,
but the artist, without so much as a
glance at the lovely picture, bent, with
a look of love and raised her gently
from the fleer.
“You havo saved me, darling, andl
must forgive you,” he whispered. “It
was all my fault that you wore kept in
ignorance of my lovo, but now that
tho picture is safe and my fondesf
hopes arc not destroyed, I can tell
you freely how I love you, li> tie one,
and what that picture that you were
so jealous of, will some day mean tc
you and me.”
He placed her in a chair ; then, tak¬
ing the fatal bottle, went quickly
across the room aud dropped it harshly
on the marble hearth.
The young girl waited, still tremb¬
ling iu tho chair where he had placed
her, but beforo he returned to tell her
tho story of his love, Lawrence Mere¬
dith ground the fragments of glass be¬
neath his feet as if he were destroying
forever the malice of some dead ene¬
my. —New York Mercury.
Largest Lighthouse in the World.
The distinction of owning the most
powerful flash light aud the largest
lighthouse in tho world belongs to
France. This monster light has been
set up at Cap do la Heve, near Havre,
iu the centra of the most
section of the Frenoli coast. For the
past year tho French Lighthouse'
Board has been making some curious j
experiments at the Cap de la Heve
tower. First they used oil lamps with
fixed lentioular apparatus which
yielded 19,000 candle power and could
bo seen 49 j miles. The next trial was
that of tho fixed lonticular in connec¬
tion with powerful electric arc lamps,
the light iu this case being equal to
24,000 candle power, aud capable of
being Boon fifty-seven miles. The
next trial was that of electrio arc aud
flashing machinery yielding 24,000,
000 (twenty-four million) candle
power, and which could be seen no
less thau 130 miles on a clear night.
The light uow iu use at this Titan of
the lighthouse has power equal to 40,
000,000 candles, and its reflection cau
bo seen 243 miles.—St. Loui3 Re¬
public.
How “Croain-Colored”l Milk is Made.
A writer in the Economic Review
reveals some of the secrets of the milk
trade, as discovered by 4 himself in an
attempt to ruu a Londo u dairy upon
honest principles. Hist first discovery
was that all London m ilk had to be
“dyed” to suit the London fancy.
This is effected by mix! ing about one
teaspoonful of liquid am iatto,a vegeta¬
ble dye of a harmless nature, with
every eight quarts of mi Ik. In vain
he explained to his Lorn lou customers
that the (proper color o f most milk is
white. “They insisted!that my white
milk was ‘chalk and watjjr,’ and other
people’s ‘crotam-colora d’ milk was
creamy, beauitiful, riolh and fresh.
My milk was skimmed, »etc. I gave
way in this thing alone.. I gave them
their heart’s desire—cream-col
ored milk.” p j f „ ’
$1.00 a Year in Advance.
SCIENTIFIC SCRAPS.
The flattening of the poles of Jupi¬
ter can bo seen through the telescope.
Horses sleep with one ear pointed
to the front; but why, no man can
tell.
Sir Robert Ball, the astronomer,
declares that there is animal life but
no men on the planet Mars.
Some species of fungi have neither
roots, stems, loaves, flowers nor seeds,
and derive their nourishment through
their pores.
It is said of the fur seal of Alaska
that there is no known animal on land
or water which can take higher physi¬
cal rank or which exhibits a higher
order of instinct.
The London Lancet says that per¬
sons afflicted with insomnia should
not go to either seashore or mountain,
but should seek quiet island resorts
that are a few feet above the sea level.
When suddenly frightened, lizards
will often drop their tails aud scurry
away. The discarded member, bounc¬
ing up and down, attracts the atten¬
tion of the enemy and enables an es¬
cape to be effected.
The green tree frog is an excellent
barometer. Put him iu a jar with an
inch or two of water at the bottom and
a little ladder running up to tho top.
If the weather is to he fine he will as¬
cend, if bad he will go down.
Condors have been Been to circle
to and fro in the sky for half a day at
a time, rising and descending without
once flopping a wing. There is a mys¬
tery about their method of motion
which has never been explained.
A dark-eyed man was kept for fif¬
teen years in an unlighted dungeon in
Salzburg, Austria. During that time
he never saw a human face. When he
came forth into daylight it was not¬
iced that his black eyes had become
blue. \
Laryngitis is inflammation of the
larynx, that part of the throat where
vocal sounds are produced. It is not
tkmat consumption, but if tubercles
arc present, so that tho disease be¬
comes tubercular laryngitis, it may
properly be called throat consump¬
tion.
The French medical journals re¬
port another instance in which diphthe¬
ria appears to have been transmitted
from pigeons to man. One of these birds
died, aud a veterinary surgeon found,
post mortem, that diphtheria had been
the cause of death. From this bird
its owner, Ms daughter aud a child
were infected.
How insects and spiders walk has
been studied, according to nature, by
H. H. Dixon, by means of instantane¬
ous photographs. He finds that the
limbs move together in “diagonals.”
In insects the first and third legs on
one side with the second and fourth
on the other; while the antenna of an
insect is moved with the first leg on
the same side.
A Shower of Salt.
Last Friday was a balmy day. Late
in tho afternoon a drizzling rain blew
up, carried on a wind directly from the
south. It was of a peculiar whiteness
and, every one who happened to be
out in it and who wore a dark suit of
clothes or a dark hat noticed that
clothes and hat were covered with thou¬
sands of tiny white specks. Later it
was noticed that every window' in town
looking to the south w'ns also covered
with white spots. “It has been rain¬
ing mud,” said everyone who noticed
the phenomenon at first, but later,
some of tho curious triod tasting the
spots. They had a distinctly salty
flavor, and analysis made later by
druggists proved that they were salt.
The question now is, where did the
salt come from? There can only be
one answer: From the Groat Salt
Lake, nearly 300 miles south, in Utah.
It must have been a warm day over the
, Dead Sea when south
Great a strong
wind swept over it, catching up the
salty vapor and sweeping it north into
,„a lin.Hy W.".™* .10
clothes and windows of the good peo
plo of Pocatello with the salty spray.
—[Pocattello Tribune
Lif. Ton Short.
Miss Rinkles—I wonder if I’ll live
to see my thirtieth birthday?
He—No. It only comes once.—
Life.
Consumption is most common in
Belgium, .Scotland and Canada.
NO.
THIS OLD WORLD.
This old world keeps a-rollln’ on,
An* I’m content to let her
In all, she’s jest the very best—
I never seen no better 1
I toko tho world jest as sho coroes—
No matter what they’re sayin’;
I try to keep up with tho drums—
’Hong where the band is playin’!
I’m fer the world with heart an’ soul;
My vote (shot fer pollin';
I jest hold on an’ let her roll;
The Hord knows where she’s rollin'!
—Atlanta Constitution.
PITH AND POINT.
To err is human; to forgive, mas¬
culine.
Every editor is willing to give a
poet his “writes.”
“Taken from the French”—Alsace
and Lorraine. —Puck.
The success of a book depends not
so much upon who writes it as upon
who writes it up. —Puck.
A woman never knows what an un¬
mitigated scoundrel her husband is un¬
til he runs for office.—Philadelphia
Life.
Every man hopes that before he
dies his middle name will become as
familiar to the people as his last name
is.—Atohison Globe.
Hove is pledger! iu whispers,
And with sighing—
Perhaps because the lispers
Know they’re lying.
—Cleveland Plain Dealer.
The annual seaside visitor will soon .
be singing that consoling anthem:
“Broke, broke, broke, on thy cold,
breach, O sea!”—Atlanta Constitu¬
tion.
No man deserves to win a woman
who hag not the sense to first securo
an offensive and defensive alliance
with her little brother. —Boston Tran¬
script.
“Just think, captain, the major has
actually married the rich old maid.”
“Obviously ho wanted to have his
golden wedding at once.”—Fliegende
Blaetter.
Young Lady (in music store) —
“Have you ‘A Heart That Beats With
Love?’” Clerk (blushingly) —-“No,
miss; I would consider it highly im¬
pudent at a salary of twenty-one
marks a week. ”—Wespen, Berlin.
Family Doctor (to tho Squire)—
“Thanks for your check, Squire. But
my dear sir, it’s far too much—far in
excess of what I should have charged.
1 can only hope I shall have an op¬
portunity of working it off. ”—Punch.
Bloomfield (talking about a matter
in which he had been interested)—
“Well, I’ve washed my hands of the
whole business.” Bellefield (with a
look at his hands)—“You evidently
didn’t use much soap.”—Pittsburg
Chronicle Telegraph.
Inquiring Son-7—“Papa, what is rea¬
son?” Fond Parent—“Reason, my
boy, is that which enables a man to
determine what is right.” Inquiring
Son—“And what is instinct?" Fond
Parent—“Instinct is that which tells
a woman that she is right, whether
she is or not.”—Tit-Bits.
“But, my dear sir,” said the mau
who procrastinates, “if I pay you this
money, I will have to borrow it of
someone else.” “Very well,” replied
the eold-blooded citizen, “so long as
you pay what you owe me, I don’t
object to you owing what you pay
me."—American Industries.
Ripening Cheeses.
The process of ripening or ferment¬
ing several varieties of foreign cheese
is regarded as an art so difficult as to
be almost a trade secret. One import¬
ing firm in Philadelphia employs a
man whose sole occupation is the
ripening of cheese. The process is said
to depend chiefly upon the slow ap¬
plication of moderate heat. A tem¬
perature above or below a certain
point arrests fermentation and renders
the cheese dry and worthless. Roc
quefort is fermented iu a famous cav¬
ern, and requires no ripening after its
arrival here. Neither does Munster.
Brie, Neufchatel and Limburger exact
constant attention on the part of the
dealer. A taste for the last named is
often acquired by beginning with Brie
in its minor stages of fermentation.
In its last stage it is still mildly pun¬
gent as compared with Limburger—a
taste for which, once acquired, makes
all other varieties seem insipid.—Phil¬
adelphia Record.
Tears of Joy and Sorrow.
When Lawrence Barrett’s daughter
was married Stuart Robson sent a,
check for §5000 to the bridegroom,
Miss Felicia Robson, who attended the
.pc h.,
return, “did you give him the check?”
“Yes, father,” answered the dutiful
daughter.
“What did he say ?” asked Robson.
’“He didn’t say anything,” replied
Miss Felicia, “but he shed tears.”
“How long did he cry?”
“Why, father, I didn’t time him; I
should say, however, that he wept
fully a minute.” Robson,
“Fully a minute!” roared
“why, I cried an hour after I’d signed
it!”—Chicago Record