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ATHENS, GEORGIA. SATURDAY MAY 19. 1888.
For the Chronicle.
He that reposes his confidence in the
lofty towZer, or the ponderous gate, and
thinks that they will afiord sufficient pro
tection against outward assault or internal
excitement will be most assuredly dis ip
pointed. An individual standing alone,
unprotected but by the overshadowing
heavens, without hope of safety or tri
umph, but in his own muscle, and destitute
of counsel, except from the mandates of
an aspiring soul or the directions of a
heroic spirit can do more for himself and
for those who depend upon his single arm
than numbers trembling behind an impen
etrable rampart or speeding their arrows
from the high battlement.
The strength of such an individual is
seated on the heart—the fountain of hu
man sympathy—whence issue the stern
decrees of judgment, as well as the playful
imaginings of passion. Moved by its
ardour, bis frame is invigorated under its
influence. He laughs at fear, and scorns
fatigue; he bravely courts the rude shock
of battle; he listens to the loud clash of
arms without a shudder, and when grim
danger presents her haggard form, he
meds her fearlessly ; be rushes on with a
zeal not to be crushed by the vicissiiudes
of fortune; he fights till the death blow
lie fights even while groaning amid the
agonies of convulsed nature
When the vital spark is extinguished,
then sinks to ashes the tire of the warrior’s
courage; but till that moment be is a
hero—weak in body, but mighty in soul.
Such is the ardour that burns in the bosom
of the patriot. We see it in the true states
man, jealous of his country’s honour and
regardful of the people’s interest. It walks
with him and gives an awful sublimity to
his counsel. When aroused to its warmest
blaze, when it rages with its own peculiar
energy, it is this that thunders from the
tongue of the orator—this ardour becomes
a sound and bursts upon the startled ear.
infuses itself into the united heart of a
melted, an admiring, a fascenated audi
ence; and carries with an irresistible
impetuosity every feeling -or passion of
the heart onward with itself.
This is eloquence; this is its power 1
which has in all ages been a proud and
fearless conquerer, which has melted down
hearts of marble, made tyrants tremble
on their thrones. With but a single exer
tion, with but one loud peal, it can
“Stir a fever in the blood of age
And make a child’s sinews strong as steel.”
It is a powerful engine—which, though
often the cause of misery, has advanced
to an exalted point the situation of man.
In political affairs, it is an indispensable
attendant; for, if the man of wisdom does
not possess the happy faculty of appealing
to tue passions as well as to the judgment;
to the heart, as well as to the mind ; he is
comparatively insigtiitiqpnt. He is like a
candle bid under a bushel, whose light is
not seen. The cultivation of eloquence,
tbereiore, is of the highest importance to
him who would shine conspicuously in the
legislative balls; to him who would see
bis name high on the list of Fame.
To the advocate, of what advantage is
it? He may plead the widow’s cause sue
cessfully, he may wipe the tears from the
iye of the orphan, and make oppression’s
self blush at her turpitude. The power of
eloquence is above everything desirable.
Let it then be cultivated, and let our own
land continue to be as it has been, a land
famed for her eloquent statesmen, and
may the youth follow on in the track of
the brilliant orators passed away, and fill
those high places which they now fill on
the bright picture of their country’s
A Suggestion as to the Chancellorship.
We learn that’the name of Rev. John
W. Heidt, D. D., has been mentioned by
an Atlanta paper in connection with the
vacant Chancellorship. If the Trustees
are not yet “out of the woods,” this sug
gestion might help them to see their way
clear. Dr. Heidt graduated in literature at
Emory, but in law at Athens. He filled the
position of Solicitor General, but renoun
ced his profession for the ministry. After
having filled many impoitant pastorates
in the North Georgia conference, be was
elected President of the LaGrange Female
college. His administration of ns affairs
was brilliant and able, and he won the
love of all his pupils, us Well as the all c
tionsof the entire community of LaGrange.
From this place he was transferred to the
important office of Regent of the South
western University—one of the largest
institutions of learning in the South—at
Georgetown, Texas. Here he is doing a
grand and noble work for Christian edu
cation. But Georgia cannot permanently
spare so loving, true and able a son as Dr.
Heidt. He loves her and she needs him.
This is home—here are his friends. Here
no doubt, he would prefer to labor. Dr.
Heidt would make an ideal Chancellor.—
He is pious, learned, eloquent. On the
commencement rostrum he is matchless.
Ease, grace, dignity and kindness blend
in his manner and tones. He is a safe
guide for youth. He is, moreover, a pro
gressive educator. He would hold to the
cardinal teacuings of Christianity, but
without bigotry or meditevalism. All true
science he would accept, but nothing that
was unproven would be teach. He is now
in the prime of his powers and the acme
of his well earned and noble reputation.—
He would adorn the position as much as it
would honor him. —LaGrange Reporter
Memories of Charlie Ross have been
aroused by the advertisement in several
New York papers offering a reward of
SI,OOO and “no questions asked,” for the
baby that disappeared from a carriage in
front of Seigel & Co.’s dry goods store,
while its mother was in the store. No
body has come for the SI,OOO, and the de
tectives who are investigating the case
have found no clue. At the request of the
detectives the names of the child’s pa
rents are not made public at present, hut
it is announced that they will be publish
ed soon, unless the baby is found. It is
said, however, that the parents are weal
thy, and are well-known in the neighbor
hood, and that the child was not an adopt
ed one, so that it seems most probable that
it was stolen solely for the sake of a re
A Farmer’s View of the Cha reb.
Well wife, I’ve had around with Wayne,
’Bout ’jining our church ;
He tried the skeptic dodge on me,
The argument of smirch.
Says he, “Look at your members now,
There’s Jones got drunk, an' Swem
Will cheat a friend to make a trade,
Ain’t I as good as them ?”
Says I, “ A butcher buying stock
Does just the way you do;
He hunts around the cattle yard,
And finds the meanest too ;
Then ev’ry otter that he makes,
And ev’ry one he hears,
Is coupled with the sneerin’ words —
‘ Jest look at them two steers I’ *
You pick the meanest. Christians out,
An’ then with tricky jeers,
You run the whole church down by that
‘ Jest look at them two steers 1’
No fanner’s fooled by that ole trick,
An’ so you can’t afford
To risk your soul in tryin’ it
Upon the all-wise Lord.”
—[Fred. Nye, in Omaha World.
For the Chronicle.
Happy Thoughts of Heaven.
by p c.
The Lord is good to all mankind,
And loves most dearly every child ;
He wishes that we all may find—
That none may die with hearts defiled.
The way is broad that leads to death,
To heaven is called the narrow way ;
And when we lose our life and breath,
The spirit goes and leaves the clay.
The temples of the Holy Ghost,
Will moulder in the dust again,
The spirit with the heavenly host,
Will go to Christ and there remain.
In worlds of bliss —bright shining home,
Where Jesus ever, ever reigns ;
•To think no more of the dark tomb,
Sickness, nor death, nor endless pains.
That is a home to be desired,
Above all carnal, earthly bliss,
With none but God and Christ admired—
God’s wrath it we should heaven miss.
God is the only ruling power,
That runs this world for weal or woe;
May he watch o’er us every hour,
While we remain on earth below.
When we shall get beyond the skies,
And meet our friends to part no more ;
We hope continually to rise,
Above the etherial blue to soar-
Then when in heaven we shall rest,
With Christ and G id to never part,
We then shall feel completely blest,
With sin expelled from every heart.
WON BY THE SCHOOL MA’AM.
The school directors of District No. 19,
Perry Township, were bolding a meeting.
Nobody would have thought it. The
Chairman was leaning against his front
gate with bis checked shirt sleaves turned
back, an ax in his hand, surveying the other
two members of the Board, who stood
outside the fence.
It wks a meeting, nevertheless ; and its
object was nothing less important than
tue selection of a teacher for the fall term.
“Lyman Doty spoke to me about having
the school,” said tue Chair, dubiously.
“Lyman Doty 1” exclaimed Steve Ten
ney, a stalwart young fellow, with thick
brown hair, white teeth and a square chin
to make up for his lack of downrignt good
looks. “Why Lyme Doty couldn’t teach
a baby. He quit school before I did, long
enough, and he hasn't studied anything
but potatoes and winter wheat since, that
I know of. Better stick to his farm—eb,
“Guess you’re right,” responded the
third member of the board, a little man
witli a cheerful face and a tuft of gray
hair sticking straight out from his chin.
And the chairman nodded his agree
“Well,” continued little Mr. Larkin, with
an air of importance, “I’ve had an appli
cation that 1 guess will suit. It’s a sort of
relative of my wife’s, and just as nice a
girl as ever was. Smart, too. She’s got
for two years, last examina
tion. She’d make a splendid teacher,
Molly Sanborn would.”
“Sanborn 1 ’ said Steve Tenny, shortly ;
“any connection with the Sauborns over
on the river?”
“That’s where she’s from,” said Mr.
Larkin. “She's old John Sanborn’s girl—
him that died last winter.”
‘‘You won’t put her into that school,
then, with my consent 1” he said deter
“What!” said Mr. Larkiu, with a gasp,
while the chairman stated.
“What would you think,” the young
man responded, “if a man sold you fifty
head of sheep at a good price, and half of
them died off in the next week of a disease
be must have known beforehand ? That
was the trick John Sanborn served me.
And he laughed in my face when I wanted
my money back. No, sir 1 I can’t con
scientiously consent to putting any of the
Sanborns in that school. Bad lot, in my
Mr. Larkin’s small, bright eyes snapped.
“Old Sanborn wasn’t too straight, and
everybody knows it,” he admitted. “But
what that’s got to do with Molly is more
than I can see. She’s as line a girl as you
ever set eyes on ; not a bit of her father
“Well, well, fight it out between you,”
said the chairman, goou -uaturedly ; and
returned to his wood chopping.
The tall young man and the little old
man walked up the street together, talking
Mr. Larkin was hot and indignant; Steve
was cool and immovable.
“There don’t seem to be any mercy tn
you,” said the former, almost teariully, as
Steve was preparing to turn in at his gate.
“If they’d been left well oft, it would be
different; but they're poor as poverty, and
Molly needs the place the worst way.”
“You hadn’t mentioned that,” said the
young man, turning back. “If that’s the
Mr. Larkin walked away triumphant five
But Steve Tenney bad surrendered with
“I couldn’t hold out after that, you see,”
he said to his mother, relating the story
over their tea ; “but I don't approve of it.
There’s not much good in the Sanborns, or
I lose my guess 1”
School began two weeks later, when the
first cool wave was depopulating front
porches and increasing the attraction near
Steve Ten.ey held to bis opinion con
cerning the new school teacher and acted
H_<did not call at the schoolhouse the
first "day, as was his custom, to leave the
register and see if anything was Wanted—
the chairman having turned these duties
over to his younger colleague.
He sent the register by a boy, and was
utterly indifferent as to whether anything
was wanted. He turned the subject when
the new teacher was mentioned; and he
avoided Mr. Larkin’s comfortable home,
where the teacher boarded.
The little man made him a eall, however
a month or so after school bad begun.
“Guess you'll have to own up to being
in the wrong, Steve," he began. “We
bain’t bad a teacher for years that’s given
the satisfaction that Molly does. The
children rave about her—all of ’em.”
But Steve was unimpressed.
“My opinion has yet to be altered,” he
said rather stiffly.
And Mr. Larkin looked discouraged.
“She spoke about needing a new broom
and waler pail,” he said iw he rose. “I
tolcHier she’d better come to you about
“That school house had a new broom
last term, and water pail term before last I”
said the young director emphatically.
And Mr. Larkin took a discomlitted
The next Sunday evening the young
man, sitting in the pew of a small wooden
church with his mother, and allowing his
eyes to rove about during the rather long
sermon, suddenly discovered a new face,
and sat studying it for the remainder of
It was that of a young girl—not a re
markably pretty girl, but fair and fresh
and innocent, with a bright intelligence in
her dark eyes and a sweetness in her full
“Who is she?” was his first question
after the services were concluded, ad
dressed, as it happened, to little Mr. Larkin,
who bad conjoin late.
,»<-“Tl>at ?” the latter asked in astonish
ment. “Why, that’s our teacher—that’s
Molly Sanborn. That’s my wife she’s
with, don’t you see? I am waiting to
take them home.”
Steve Tenney found himself wishing
quite frequently after that that the new
teacher would come to him about the
broom and water pail.
Not that he should furnish them if be
found they were not needed, but be felt
that he should not object to an interview
with the school teacher.
He even mentioned the suited to Mr
Larkin carelessly when he met him one
“Well, you see,” was the response, “she
sort of hates to come to you. The way
you felt about her having the school has
got aB around town, and I s'pose she's
heard of it. She can’t help what her
father was, Molly can’t, and she’s real sen
The young man looked disturbed.
That al teruoon he left his work at an
early hour—not, however, admitting to
himself his purpose in doing so —and
strolled down the street, turning off—but
he persuaded himself that it was not in
tentional —in the direction of the school
“I might as well go in and see about
that broom and water pail,” he said to
hqnself, when he stood opposite the little
bare looking building
And he went in accordingly.
The little teacher looked considerably
startled when sue opened the door to him.
She dropped the spelling book she held,
and her voice was hardly steady as she
expressed her gratification at seeing him.
Evidently, Steve reflected, some idiot
had pointed him out to her at church the
other evening. He sat down in a front
seat feeling unpleasantly ogreeish.
She was bearing the last spelling class.
How pretty she looked, standing there in
her daik blue calico dress and white apron.
What a sweet voice she had, though put
ting out “hen, men, pen,” to a lot of
fidgeting youngsters could hardly show it
to the best advantage.
When the class was dismissed, and the
last small students bad rushed whooping
down the street, the teacher and the young
director stood looking at each other with
“I thought I’d come in,” said Steve at
last, apologetically, “and see if anything is
not mention.the fact of his being
some six weeks late in the performance ot
The girl dropped her eyes timidly.
“I —don't think so,” she murmured.
“What a brute she must think me!”
Steve reflected, with so lie self disgust.
He turned carelessly to the corner where
the broom stood.
“Isn’t this pretty far gone?” be said,
with a conscience stricken glance at its
And the litttle teacher nodded.
“Your waler pail seems to leak,” the di
rector weut on, indicating the empty
bucket and the wet floor.
“Yes,” the girl assented.
“I’ll see that you have new ones,” Steve
And he was rewarded by a grateful
glance from the teacher's soft eyes as she
took her hat from its nail.
He took her lunch basket from her hand
as they started away together, and, having
taken it, could hardly surrender it short of
Mr. Larkin’s gate.
He was a little reluctant to surrender it
even then. For their first awkwardness
had quite worn oft; their walk had been
far from unpleasant, and they were feeling
very well acquainted—'
He walked home in an agreeable absorp
tion, repeating to himself the things she
bad said, and recalling her pretty way of
He did not pause to consider that it was
old John Sanborn’s daughter of whom lie
was thinking ; be was only conscious that
she was a bright young girl whom it was
charming to look at and listen to.
His pleasant mood was rudely inter
rupted by little Mr. Larkin, who dropped
in that evening.
“Lyme Doty couldn’t have the school,”
he observed, with a chuckle, “but it looks
as though he was going to have the
“What?” said Steve, with a sudden, un
explainable sinking of the heart.
“He’s hanging around considerable,
anyhow,” said Mr. Larkin. “Went to visit
the school last week, and he was asking
me to-day whether Molly’s got any way of
getting home Friday night. He said he’d
just as lief take her in his buggy as not. —
Molly generally walks; but I guess she’ll
be glad of a lift.”
“You don’t mean to tell me,” said Steve,
warmly, “that she’d have anything to do
Mr. Larkin stared. What could Steve
care with whom old John Sanborn’s daugh
ter had to do?”
But be only said, deprecatingly :
“Well, Lime's a good, steady tellow.”
“Humph!” was the scornful rejoinder.
The young man mused long and se
riously when his visitor was gone, and
went to bed with a lighter heart, having
come to a firm conclusion.
When the new teacher closed school the
next Friday night, she was feeling rather
worn out, as she was apt to feel at the end
of the week ; nor did the prospect of the
four miles’ walk home serve to cheer her.
She locked the door and started down
the path with a sigh.
A neat little buggy was coming briskly
up the road. Molly gave a start as the
driver pulled up the horse and sprang to
It was the young director, and he was
coming toward her.
“I won’t make any excuses, Miss San
ford,” he said, with a humorous solemnity.
“1 won’t say I’m going over the river on
business, and happened to think you might
like to ride. The truth is, that it’s a care
fully laid plot. Will you be au aider and
The little teacher laughed appreciatively
as he helped her into the buggy.
“I must stop at Mr. Larkin’s and leave
my dinner pail,” she said demurely.
Mr. Larkin was standing at the front
gate. He stood staring at the young di
rector, us the latter assisted the teacher to
the ground, and sat down on the horse
block waiting for her.
“Lyme Doty was here after Molly just
now,” he said, gaspingly. “I sent him
down to the school house.”
“We met him,” said Steve. “You see,’’
he added, making a bold attempt at care
lessness, but speaking, nevertheless, in a
shamefaced way, and avoiding the little
man’s eye—“ You see, I feel as though it’s
my bounden duty to keep Lyme Doty
away from her. Pure impudence, his
hanging around her that way.”
The little teacher came tripping back,
and the young director's buggy whirled
away in a cloud of dust.
“Steve Tenny’s taking Molly home in
his buggy,” said Mr. Larkin, joining bis
wife in the kitchen, and sinking dazedly
into a chair. “I guess the world's coining
to an end!”
“Steve Tenney ain’t a fool,” his wife
responded practically. “1 knew he’d get
over that ridiculous notion of his—and
especially after he’d seen Molly.”
“Says he's doing it from a sense of duty,”
said Larkin, chuckling slowly as the humor
of the situation dawned upon him.—
“Wonder how far his sense of duty will
“I shouldn’t be surprised at anything!”
said Mrs. Larkin mysteriously.
Tiie Larkins—and, perhaps, Lyme Doty—
were the only people who were not sur
prised when the new teacher gave up the
school at the end of the term and was
quietly married to the young director.
The chairman of the School Board is
wondering over it yet.—Hartsfield Daily
The Editor’s Helpmeet.
New York Star. —G. Baker Hanscom is
editor and proprietor of a bright little
weekly newspaper in the rural districts of
the west. He was lately married to a
pretty little woman, who is filled with a
laudable desire to help Baker along all she
Type-setting looks so easy, she cooed
the other day, I know I could do it just as
well as anything. Let me help
Although Han-com is bis own composi
tor he didn’t accept this offer at once. His
wife had learned the cases as she called it,
and that she thought was the graduation
degree in the type setting profession. Sbe
was in the office alone the other day, when
a wedding notice was brought in.
Oh, she said, gleefully, I’ll just set this
up and slip it in the form, and won’t Baker
be surprised when he sees it in print 1
It tbereiore appeared as follows in the
next issue of the paper :
rnaRIDE at Tqe RespencE Os The
BriDes PasentS on aienday eveng Sep!
gB9 7871 Mr! Jnho Jacknos to mi7B katy
na Rtu ? the ceismyGy—was seftrom by
Revy : inM Deen Inn the resence oF a
large number of F Ried son of the gnuery
couple & was a be Rvy joyful Occosino.
Mr. aND miss, will be boom to their tri,
s at 874 bath Sr. aftr acto 100.
Os course Baker was surpiised. So
were John Jackson and his wife.
A Big Lie.
Once upon a time there was a man who
had no umbrella, and although it chanced
to be raining very hard, he stepped into
the office of a friend and said to him.
“ I would like to borrow your umbrella.
I will return it in an hourj
“Certainly, with pleasure,” was the reply.
It was then 2 o’clock in the afternoon."
At one minute of 3 the man appeared in
Ins friend’s office and returned the um
Teacher—“ln what battle was General
Blank killed?" Bright boy-" His last
A BASBFIIL MAN.
The Great Sensation he Caused la the Bridal
St. Path Herald.
Senator Sebastian, of Arkansas, was a
native of Hickman county, Tennesse. On
one occasion a member of Congress was
lamenting his basbfulness and awkward
ness. “Why,” said the Senator from Rack
ensack, “you don't know what bashfulness
is. Let me tell you a story, and when I
get through I will stand the bob if you
don’t agree that you never knew anything
about basbfulness and its baneful effects.
I was the most bashful boy west of the
Alleghauies; I wouldn’t look at a girl,
much less speak to one, but for all that I
fell desperately in love with a sweet, beau
tiful neighbor girl. It was a desirable
match on both sides, and the old folks saw
the drift and fixed it up. I thought I
should die just thinking of it. I was a
gawky, awkward country lout, about nine
teen years old. She was an intelligent, re
fined and fairly well educated girl for the
country, and at a time when the girls had
superior advantages, and therefore supe
rior in culture to the boys. 1 fixed the day
as fur as I could have put it off; I lay
awake in a cold perspiration as the time
drew near, and shivered with agony at the
terrible ordeal. '
The dreadful day came, I went through
with the programme somehow in a dazed
confused mechanical sort of away, like an
automaton booby through such games as
“possum pie,” “sister Pheobe,” and all that
sort of thing. The guests one by one de
parted and my hair began to stand on end.
Beyond the curtain Isis lay the terrible un
known. My blood grew cold and boiled
by turns. 1 was in fever and then ague,
pale and flushed by turns I felt like flee
ing to the woods and spending the night in
the barn, leaving for the West never to
return. I was deeply devoted to Sallie.
I loved her harder than a mule can kick;
but that dreadful ordeal. I could not,
dare not stand it. Finally the last guest
had gone to bed and I was left alone—
horror of horrors—alone with the old man.
“John,” said he, “you can take that can
dle: you will find your room just over
this. Good night John and may the Lord
have mercy on your soul,” and with a mis
chievous twinkle of his gray eye the old
man left the room. I mentally said
“Amen” to his “Heaven help you,” and
when I heard him close a distant door, I
staggered to my feet and seized the far
thing dip with a nervous clutch. I stood
for some minutes contemplating my ter
rible fate and the inevitable and speedy
doom about to overwhelm me. I knew it
could not be avoided and yet I hesitated
to meet my fate like a man. I stood so
long that three love letters had grown on
the wick of the tallow dip, and a winding
sheet was decorating the side of the can
A happy thought struck me, I hastily
climbed the stairs, marked the pbsi'ion of
the landing and the bridal chamber. I
would have died before I would have dis
robed iu that holy chamber where awaited
me a trembling and a beautiful girl, a
blushing maiden “clothed upon” with her
own and modesty and snowy robes de nuit.
I would mase the usual preparations with
out ; blow out the light, open the door and
friendly night would shield shrinking
modesty and grateful darkness at least
mitigate the horror of the situation. It
Preparations for retiring were few and
simple iu their character iu Hickman, alto
gether consisting of disrobing and owing
to the scarcity of cloth in those days man
was near the Adamic state when he was
prepared to woo gentle sleep. Tue dread
lul hour bad come—l was ready. I blew
out tue light grasped the kuob with a
deathly gup, aud a nervous clutch one
moment and it wasn’t over by a d u
sight. I leaped witum and there around
a glowing hickory tire, with caudles
brigutiy burning was the blushing bride
surrounded by six lovely bridesmaids.
wny me Were rsrignt.
“Do you see the brightly polished brass
signs of that jewelry store across the
way?” said a neighboring storekeeper.
"Look as though the porter had just fin
ished polishing them, don’t they? But I
assure you they have not seen the polishing
cloth for nearly a month, and you know
yourself what changeable weather we’ve
had during that time. How is it done?
Well, I’ll teH you, although it’s somewhat
of a secret, and the owner of the signs tn
question is the envy of all his neighbors.
The idea Is by no means new, although
the application of it to street signs Ib.
“Probably you have often wondered
how the metal work in a telegraph instru
ment or a clock movement remains bright
for so long a time without tarnishing?
Well, the secret in that case lies in the
fact that the metal is carefully coated
with a varnish that resists atmospheric
action and thus prevents the oxidation
known to the unscientific as tarnish. This
is the secret of the bright signs. They
are first carefully polished on a clear,
bright day, and when they are perfectly
dry two coats of varnish are applied, with
the result that you see.”—Jewelers’
Father ot the Clerks.
The oldest man In the civil service In
Washington is J Goldsboro Bruff. a
draughtsman in the office of the supervis
ing architect of the treasury Mr Bruff
is in his 84th year, and does his work, so
trying to the eyes, without the aid of
glasses He has served the government
for sixty two years, and he drew the first
detailed map of the country beyond the
Mississippi Senator Andrew Jackson
liked his youthful drawings, and bought
young Bruff his first box of paints. Mr.
Bruff is not only the oldest employe In the
district, but is also the oldest Mason in
these ten miles square. He gets upevery
morning at 6 o'clock, goes to bed at 11,
and never drinks anything stronger than
green tea He smoked for forty years,
but quit the habit on account of a palpi
tating heart. He has been on every con
tinent. and still likes to danee the lancers
with a pretty girl.—Washington Cor. Bos
Augusta will soon hive an EnDropa!
church for negroes. Mrs. W. H Harrison
years ago left $5,000 for this purpose and
it is just now available. The contract will
be given out Monday bv R'*v. C. C. Will
iams. Rev. John G iss. Dr. Steiner and P
G. Burum, building committee, and the
church will be constructed in the rear of
the public building site. A poo] will be
provided for all who prefer immersion.
“I wish my name were Notoriety,”
sighed a thirty-year-old Mt. Washington
maiden. “Why?” asked her mother.
“Because so many men court notoriety.”
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Would Back Him Against Samson.
He had been discussing the Sullivan
prize fight with some other boys of his
own age. They had been reading a sport
ing paper, and had found out about Sayers
and Heenan, and celebrated prize fighters
who were dead.
“Papa,” he said, “does everybody go to
heaven when he dies?”
“Well, not everybody; good people do.”
“Was Samson a good man?”
“Yes, I guess so.”
“Do you think Tom Sayers and Heenan
are in Heaven?”
“I don’t know. I should wonder.”
“And if I die I’ll go to Heaven?”
“I hope so. Why do you ask these
“Cos when I go to Heaven I’m goin’ to
back Sullivan against Samson.”—San
A friend of mine was recently rustica
ting in a neighboring town with bis little
four-year-old boy. The child spent nearly
all of his time with the town telegraph
operator, the attraction there to the child
being a large Newfoundland dog. The
operator left the boy in charge of the office
one day, while he attended some urgent
business, aud to amuse the little fellow
placed in his hands a large brass instru -
ment, the property of the town band.—
During the operator’s aiwence the boy
made such a rumpus with the musical in
strument that the bandmaster rushed in,
and in towering tones demanded of the
“Who gave you that?”
The bright boy, noj, knowing the opera
tor’s name, replied :
“The dog's papa gave it to me.”
Thank. God, She’s Lit.
A commercial tourist informs the Annis
ton Watchman that as he was coming over
from Atlanta a few days since, an old lady
boarded the train at Tallapoosa and occu -
pied a seat near him, and from her actions
was experiencing her first ride on the cars.
The train was moving at a high rate of
speed when it ran on the high trestle be
tween here and that place, where it seemed
as if the train was suspended in mid-air.
The eld lady convulsively grasped the
seat and held her breath until the other
side of the chasm was reached, when she
gave a deep-sigh of relief and exclaimed :
“Thank God, she’s lit!”
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He floated in at the wave of her hand,
And tenderly pressed his suit,
But all on a sudden be floated out
On the wave of her father’s boot.
A hard lot —A marble quarry.
The suit department—A court room.
Private business—Carrying a musket
The water for military posts should come
from drilled wells.
Most men in jail are there on account of
"If I take hold of this string, you know,’’
remarked the tar to the roofer, "I ll stick
to it; I never let go of anything Igo into ”
And the tar kettle said he could indorse
the last statement
“Will you give a penny to a little waif
from Liverpool ?” whined a ragged boy as
he approached a man on Broadway.
“You are a big way from Liverpool, my
lad, so here’s ten cents,” wss the reply.
He—“Do you know. Miss Mabel, I have
discovered why my brain is so active ?”
Sbe—“No, M. Minuswit. What is
your theory ?”
He—“lt’s because I so often start a
train of thought.”
She—"Ab, yes! The limited.”
“Amanda,” said the mother sharply, “I
heard that young man kiss you as he said
goodnight. I want to know what he does
fora living ?”
“He is a disciple of oeculapious, mama,”
replied Amanda demurely.
A heartless creature who advertises his
willingness to tell ladies bow to get good
figures for sl, sent his customers a printed
slip advising them to go to the multiplica
tion table and select.
“Jack, can it be that you are going to
marry Miss Equilateral ?”
“Yes, Tom, and if you say anything to
disparage her ”
“Disparage her! Why, she proposed
me too, last leap year!”
“So you think you can dress a show
window so that the ladies will all stop aud
look at it, do you ?” asked the manager of
a dry goods store of an applicant for work.
“Yes, sir, I do.”
“Well, sir, what is the first thing you
would do ?”
“I’d put a big mirror in the window,
“That’s enough, young man; we don’t
want you as an employe. WeTl take you
in as a partner.”
“I am surprised, Bobby,” said bis father
approvingly, “that you should strike your
litfte brother. Don’t you know that it is
cowardly to hit one smaller than yourself?”
“Then why do you hit me, pa?" inquired
the boy with an air of having the better
If a man and a half throws a bootjack
and a half at a cat and a half in a uight
aud a half, how many cats and a half will
he hit in a month and a half?
Fred D—five years old, had to learn
a verse to recite at Sunday school. His
verse was : “Blessed are the peacemakers.”
He did not exactly understand wbat it
meant, and bis mother explained it to him,
telling him that whenever he saw two
boys quarreling or fighting he rqusl be a
little peacemaker and try and stop them.
The next night as he was being undreso
ed he said: “Maiuma, I was a little
"Were you?” said bis mother; "how?”
“I saw two little boys fighting in the
street, and I stopped them.”
“That’s a good boy,” said the mother,
■jiving liim a kiss; “and how did you part
"Why, I just ran up and fired stones at
them till they stopped fighting and ran