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TO MY MOTHER.
The following lines, which wo find in
hn old book, were written by a conviot of
tho Ohio penitentiary, and are touchingly
beautiful:
Tro finnlcrod far from thoe, mother,
Far from my happy home;
I’ve left the laud that gave me birth,
In other dimes to rofcn;
And time, sine© thou, has rolled its years,
And marked them uu my brow,
Yet I haro often thought of thee—
I'm thinking of thee uow.
I'm thinkiug on the day, mothor,
When at my tender aide,
Yon watched the dawning of my youth, 1 •
And kissed me in your pride;
Then brightly was my heart lit up
With hopes of future Joy,
While your bright fancy honors wove.
To deck your darling boy.
Tin thinking on the day, mother,
When, with anxious care,
You lifted up your heart to heaven—
Your hope, your truth was there;
4iad memory brings your parting words,
While tears roll’d down your chock;
Your long, last loving look told more
Than ever words would speak.
I'm far a*ay from lh©t\ mother,
No friend i near me uow.
To soothe me with a tender vford,
Or cool my aching brow;
The dearest ties affection wove,
Arc uow all torn from me;
They left mo when the trouble came—
They did uot love like thee.
I'm lonely and forsaken now,
Uupiiied and uublest;
Yet still 1 would uot let you know
How sorely I’m distressed;
I know you would not chide me, mother,
I know you would not blame,
Hut tooth me with your tender words,
And bid me hope again.
I would not have thee to know, mother,
llow brightest hopes decay;
The tempter, with his baleful cup.
Has dashed them ail away;
And shame has left its veuomod sting,
To racK with anguish wiid—
Oh, no! I would not have thoe know
The sorrow of thy child.
Ol I have wandered far, mother,
Hinee i deserted thee,
And left thy trusting heart to break,
Beyond the deep blue sea;
O! mother, still l love thee well
Would I could hear thee speak,
And feel again thy balmy breath
I’pou my care-woru cheek.
But, ah! there is a thought, mother,
Pervades my bleeding breast.
That Ihy freed bpi.it msv have ff-wn
To its eternal rest;
And while 1 wipe the tear away.
There whispers iu my ear
A voipc that speaks of heaven and thee.
And bids me meet thee there.
A FIGHT FOB LIFE.
it nt in the latter part of November, in
tile year of 1874, that 1 found myself at
• unset, ou oue of the dreariest days I ever
•aw, wailing for my chances at a little Ar
kansas station for a seat iu a couch, which
the telegraph operator assured me would
■tart in a couple of hours for the town of
C , my next destination.
I sat iu the operator's little cage, lieat
ing a tattoo with my foot, and for the first
timer in a week, feeling utterly jaded and
worn ont.
The door facing the dense and gloomy
forest outside, looked like some yawning
appertore to a cavern, the oil lamp inside
•eeming naturally to intensify the inky
blackness outside.
The operator, a weary pale-faced man,
seemed glad of my company, us ho no
doubt was, poor old chap, and delayed me
with questions about the busy world to
which he was attached only through his
instrument aud an occasional newspaper.
1 ascertained that the coach generally
made its trip iu an hour aud a half or two
hours.
I suggested the probability that as the
night promised so bad, that perhaps the
ooach would lay over, iu fact, I rather
hoped that this might be the case, as I be
gan to hate the idea of being whirled
through that dark woods with a fierce wind
twisting the branches together overhead,
and smashing the dry limbs and twigs
with great uoise. The operator declared
that, as it was the mail coach to C ,
it wonld undoubtedly go, whatever the
prospect; as to company though, he fancied
I wonld have it pretty much my own way,
as there did not seem to be any passen
gers beside myself
He walked down the platform to the sta
tion room, and came back with the intel
ligence that it was empty.
Just at that moment a man pushed the
door open and looked in; the glimpse I had
of him was not enlivening. He was heav
ily wrapped and bis face very nearly cov
ered by a thick, black beard.
The operator, busy at bis table, had not
observed the intruder, and I made no com
ment except a yawn of general dissatisfac
tion.
“There’s a house down the road a quar
ter of a mile, where yon might stay all
night, ventured the operator, listlessly
turning the pages of the last year’s alma
nac, not raising his eyes at all.
Mine was not a suspicious nature, and
yeti took no heart in this suggestion, and
began to think all manner of things about
the mau with the almanac.
A house down the road !
I went to the door and looked out.
The man who had looked in on ns had
been sitting on the step, formed by the
tthreshhol.l. I was sure it was the same.
Up gotnp hastily and wjJ&ed, down the
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platform, not glancing bach. I observed !
then that he woro n heavy capote cloak and
a low hat.
The wind blow a hurrionne anil there
was not a star visible; as to road I could
aoe none, nor in fact anything, but about
twelve inches of the frosty rails ou which
the oporatora lamp light fell.
I closed tlio door suddenly os if I bad
retired within. I cannot say that it was
my purpose to watch the muu iu the clonk,
but I closed the door.
It was very dark on the plat forti except
under the grimmy window.
The man came back softly, and I scraped
a wax taper to light a cigar. The black
beard aud a pair of glittering eyes were
within two feet of me. Was he disoouoert
ed ?
He w alked on to the other side of the
platform leisurely.
The rain began to fall in big splashing ;
drops, thrilling me through iu three min- :
utes. I went back into the operator's
room; host ill idled over the alumnae,
scarcely looking up as I entered. Soon |
after there was the distant rumble of:
wheels, the trample of horses and a few ;
bugle tofioa, came down mournfully iu the
wind,
“There’s the coach," said the operatin', j
“and Bill Woodford's horn. There must :
be something wrong; thisis not his run. ” •
Lights gleamed at the outer eud of the |
platform, the clumsy old coach rumbled
up, the driver in a grey overcoat and
woolly cay helped to get the mail bag in
the boot, shouting out, “This way if you
please, gentlemen, and not an iueli o’ time
to spare.”
“What’s up, Woodford,” Baid a deep
bass voice* “and where’s Ham to-night?”
"He’s gone aud give liis ankle a baddish
twist; that’s all. Come, look ulive there!”
I buttoned up my coat, felt that my pistol
was all right; I had taken it from the black
bag just betore the arrival of the coach.
I clambered iu, took a forward seat, and
as some oue swung a lanteru baekwaW and
forwards, discovered that save a very old
gentleman who seemed to be doziug iu the
back, I was the only passenger.
The driver cracked iiis whip, and with
a terrific j dting we started at s furious rate
of speed. We hud perhaps accomplished
five or six miles in this way, when the i
rickety old affair gave a sudden lurch be
fore comiug to a fud stop; upd the driver
appeared at the window dripping with
. am.
“ttVU have to tumble here the rest of
the night 1 reckon, geuta; for the storm,
last night has 1 lowed a tree right square
in the road, ami the leader has got a rock j
ii bis foot aud can tgo anyway.
Pleasant prospect truly: “There’sold j
dob Silver’s cabin yonder; we can put up
w, i h him I guess until morning. ”
Ah the driver had already began to an-!
hbob, there was nothing to do hut beg the
In pitality of Mrs. Silvers, mid the old
j gentleman and myself scrambled out, the
; t inner growling savagely when he found
i tin road ankle deep iu a sticky mire, and
the rain pouring in torrents.
* l should liko to throttle tlint, villain, j
nm' shoot that cursed lender on the spot,"
aii l the old gentleman, making off to
wards the miserable slinnty, to tbo right
some thirty rods. After a supper of friz
zled bacon, fried eggs and excellent coffee.
which was not so bad a supper, eaten be
fore a spanking tiro of birch logs, the host
a tall, grim old urns, with the face of oue
of Napoleon I soldiers, n’.beit with a cer
tain look of simplicity impossible to a sol-1
dier, conducted me up a rude pair of stairs !
to a sleeping apartment. The room sloped J
low in the ceiling, on two sides, Vicing just
under the roof, and was furnished with
two narrow beds and two chairs.
I took off my coat and waistcoat, and
flung myself into bed putting uiy pistol
and watch under my hi ad.
The grim old man excused his poverty i
and took away the candle, his cowiiide
shoes creaking on tlie stairs as he descend
i eil. On second thought, I took my
| watch, from under the pillow and placed it
between the mattresses ou tho further
side of tlie bed, next the wall, and soon
fell asleep, lulled by the droning voices
underneath, and the rain that fell on the
shingled roof, a sound I used to love in
my boyhood.
I was awakened by the creaking of the
hoard floor under a stocking foot. The
room undoubtedly owned another occu
pant than myself, whether legitimately so,
remaiued to be determined.
What money I had with me I carried
in the light pocket of my trousers, the saf
est plnce, by all means. I also carried a
large and clumsy jack-knife, such as sail
ors cut tobacco with. I don't know why
I should have remembered the knife but
I did. The walking bad ceßsed. But J
fancied I heard a stifled breathing in the
room; this might have been only fancy.
However, I gently drew myself to the side
next the wall, between which and the bed
there was just room enough fora human
body, and slipped to the floor. I think I
smiled at the impulse, but at that moment
the creaking recommenced, followed by a
smothered oath, and I know that someone
was softly approaching the bed. I had
ceased to smile. I did not admire a strug
gle in the dark, and unfortunately my ta
pers were in my waistcoat, which I had
thrown on a chair when retiring. Never
theless, I had no notion of being a quies
cent part to a murder, and I began to work
my way to the foot of the bed, which I
succeeded in doing very quietly.
I thought of the knife again,and open
ing it, stuck ij in my waistband, a thing I
QUITMAN, GrA., FRIDAY, MAY 7, 1875.
would uot do again unde* the circumstnn
stances. If I had only removed the pis
tol.
As the novelist* would sayt all this oc
curred in less time than it takes to write
it, or to read it either, aud only a few mo
ments had elapsed since my first waking.
My next move was rather singular. I
had noticed a light print spread ou tlie bed
a gaudy piece of calico like our attic win
dow curtains nt home. I snatched this
from the bed and sprang to the side,
whence the noise proceeded.
A man leaned over the bed ;he turned
with a growl of rage, but being lithe ns a
cat, I enveloped his head with the calico,
my hand at his throat in an instant. A
knife fell from his relaxed grasp and rat
tled ou the floor at my feet. He was a
powerful wretch and threw mo easily, al
though I had griped him liko a vice. Thou
began a dreadful struggle as we rolled on
tue floor together. My assailant dragged
me nearer the bed, and it flashed upon
my mind in instant that the recovery of
the knife was in his mind.
1 felt now with my left hand for mine,
it was gone. It had slipped ont during
the scuffle, and I was thankful that I had
not beou thrown upon its sharp point.
The burly ruffian had torn tb muffler
from bin head, and was altogether fixing
me in short order. The dominant idea in
both of us uow wus, to seize the knife by
the bed. My chance wus not worth the
flip of a penny, yet if anything would be
calculated to lend a man supernatural
strength it was conditions like those, and
I astonished myself. With a superhuman
effort, I got ou top and planted my right
knee on his breast, and again seizing his
throat with desperation, soon had the sat
isfaction of feeling his clutch relax, until
he was as powerless as a child.
My own strength began to fail uow, and
a cold, sticky sweat broke out of my body
at every pore.
My wouhbhe murderer lay very still,
scarcely n tremor betraying thut there was
life in him.
There was a burned trampling of feet
below, and a pale light glimmered on the
ceiling as the grim old man and two or
three others asoeuded the stairs, bringing
candles.
We had aroused the household, although
neither of us had cried out.
As I am not a fighting character and
my courage nothing to boast of, I think 1
may safely acknowledge that 1 showed the
white feather when it was all over, and
dropped over from exhaustion and excite
ment.
My man with tlio black board who had
followed me for three days with an iutout
to tnko my life, belciving me to bo unoth
er person, (this I afterwards (gained) was
Held iu clmtgo until daylight by the coach
driver, aud Job Silvers, and at lust antou
inhed these worthies very much by knock
ing them both down, and making good
his escape.
I have his knife yet: a keen Italian stil
letto, a perfect beauty iu temper and cur
ving, and keen as a razor.
There are manv pleasing adventures in
the life of a commercial traveller, or drum
mer as they are called, but there are alao
drawbacks.
The Georgia Cyclones.
Lieutenant Culvert, of the United S'atos
Signal Service, who Ims just returned to
Augusta from an extended and exhaustive
examination of the terrible cyclones which
passed over Georgia on the 20th of March,
and gives and interesting account of his
explorations to the papers of that city.
He traversed the track of the northern
one from Appling Court House, near the.
Savannah liver, to Harris county and the
Chattahoochee, where it first entered this
State. Its course from the Chattahoochee
to Hancock county was a little eccentric,
hut from thence was perfectly stiuight.
It would occasionally rise from the earth
and leave an interval of three, five, ten
and twenty miles, when it would again de
scend and recommence its work of demo
lition. Its velocity wasneven'.y miles per
hour, passing over the entire State in ex
actly three hours. The second, or south
ern cyclone of that day, was developed in
the northern part of Muscogee county,
and, traveling in a straight line due east,
through Milledgeville, crossed the Oconee
and Ogeechee, went through Glasscock,
Jeffei son and Bicbmond counties, as stated
so often at the time. This one was ex
actly like the other, save that it did not
travel quite so fast—its velocity being sixty
miles per hour. Lieutenant Calvert will j
continue his investigation from the Sav
annah liver through South Carolina to j
where the tornadoes ran into the Atlantic,
and afterwards make an elaborate report
to the War Office, which will he published.
In regard to the cyclones of 1804, lie found
many traces and heard many legends, but
failed to further establish their identity
than they were the same in force, and
passed generally over the same territory.
—Savannah News.
Historical.
The old Sixth Connecticut regiment hns
now a history in manuscript, says the
Courier, written by Charles K. Caldwell,
of New Haven, one of the members of that
regiment through out its entire period of
service, and it will he published if a suffi
cient number of subscriptions is obtained
to warrant the undertaking of the finan
cial expenses of its publication. The work
has been compiled with great care and can
not fail to be entertaining and valuable,
and already one hundred and fifty names
have been obtained. Parties in Waterba
ry who have not subscribed and who w ould
like to do so can apply to Capt. E. L'
Cook.
f *
One of the sweetest things about a
young and budding love is the way in
which she will smooth the hair so gently
off your brow, and smile tenderly in yonr
face and show you that about four of hef
j back teeth, arc gpua.
FALL OF A BHWO*ITE.
AN INTBKESTINO ATUOSFUEKIO PHENOME
NON,
Last evening, shortly after sunset, a ro
markable sight iu the heavens was wit
nessed by hundreds of observers in our
city. This was no loss than the visible
fall of a shooting star during the hour of
twilight, before the other nightly gems
had begun to sparkle iu their accustomed
places.
Almost overhead, but a little toward the
north, a star-like, luminous object sud
denly appeared, shot obliquely toward the
West, blazing ns it advanced, and appeared
with a distinctly audible explosion. The
train of light which followed at once lost
its luminous character, hut remained for
several minutes suspended in niid-uir, us
streak of cloud, which the rays of the set
ting sun tinted w ith their rowy light. The
cout.unous cloud so.iu bent into zigzag
shape, and ere long was broken into patch
es and finally scattered by the icriul cur
rents iu the upper atmosphere.
On almost any clear night a careful ob
server can count as many us half a dozen
meteors per hour, apparently truvefsing
the uppermost regions and never leaving
a trace behind. The average weight of
these minute wanderers in space has been
estimated by astronomers to be not more
than one or two grains. At certain sea
sons of the year they are particularly
abundant, tlio most regular annual period
being the 10th of August. The meteoric
showers of November, 1833 and 1860, were
muguiticciit spectacles, the fiery hull ap
pearing to ray forth from a particular point
in the heavens, The generally accepted
explanation is that millions upon millions
of these bodies exist in space, revolving
like planets around the sun, iu some pla
ces aggregating into clouds—tho veritable
dust of the universe. These clouds re
volve, each with its own orbit, which may
intersect that of the earth. Iu ease the
earth cross tho point of intersection at the
.same time that the meteoric cloud is pass
ing, multitudes of the little bodies aro
gravitated towards our terrestrial centre of
attraction, and fall into tho upper atmos
phere, when the arrest of their velocity by
friction against the air produces heat
enough to raise the meteor to a glowing
redness, and oomph tely vaporize it long
before there is time for it to reach the
ground.
Occasionally, however, a meteor may
full large enough to traverse tlio entire
thickness of the utmosphere, and actually
plunge deep into the ground, as a red hot
mass of mineral matter. Many have been
seen to drop and afterwards been dug out,
of the earthly bed iu which they were bur
ned They are then called leiolitos. The
size of such a body is necessarily dimin
ished before it reaches the ground, for
particles of its substance aro rapidly rub
tied oil during its auial passage, and to
these in their red trot state is due the long
luminous train that marks its pathway.
Generally they explode. If of large size,
before reaching the ground. This is duo
to the rapid heating and consequent ex
pansion of tile exterior, while tlio interior
retains tlio icy colli temperature of outer
space, In the same manner a glass vessel
hn alcs if heat be suddenly applied to the
outside while the interior i cold. The
bursting of the meteorite is always in mid- I
air, hence accompanied by a report, which
has been sometimes loud enough to be
likened to a distant cannon shot.
Until 1803, scientists were skeptical as
to tho reality of any such extra-terrestrial
bodies faffing amt finis adding to the muss
of matter composing our earth. In April
of thut year, however, a fire-hall wus seen
to traverse the atmosphere near a small
French tow n, at mid-duy;it hurst into frag,
incuts, which fell as a stony huil-showpr,
over an oval area t ight miles long and four
miles broad. Two thousand of these frag
ments wore picked up, the largest wiegh
iug twenty-four pounds. Home of them
were taken by the French physicist, Biot,
to Paris, and there deposited iu tho Na
tional Museum. In tho cabinet of Yale
College is an aerolite; weighing 1*636
pounds; in the Brittisb museum, it still
larger oue weighing 7,000 pounds and in
South America an immense one has been
found, seven feet long, its weight being es
timated at 30,000 pounds
cErolites usually contain iron, mixed
with sand, as the chief ingredients. The
iron is generally found to contain a small
proportion of nickel alloyed with it; in
most specimens the sand is not more than
Sort! per cent, of the total weight. Tho
exterior is invariably coated with iron
rust, which would be the natural product
of the combustion of such a mass. This
reddish matter, diffused far behind in
space, is sufficient to account for tho visi
ble cloud which shone with such a roseate
tint when illuminated by sunlight lust
evening. The fire-ball which passed over
tho city, was doubtless comparatively
small; perhaps only a few pounds, or at
most hundreds of pounds; yet it is, in all
likelihood, tho largest ever witnessed in
this place. Where its fragments at the
present moment are, remains yet to he as
certained by those who may have been
near eouugli to mark the locality. Tho ex
plosion wus certainly not many miles dist
ant, and if the fragments reached the
I ground at all, they are probably in a few
| days journey from our city, iu a westward
direction. It is possible we may hear
something of them through our exchan
ges in Upper Georgia or Alabama,
The Man Who Stops His Paper.—
Philip Gilbert Hamilton, in his admirable
; papers on “Intellectual Life,” thus talked
|to the man who “stopped his paper.”
“Newspapers arc to the civilized world
what the daily house-talk is'to the mem
bers of the household; they keep up our
daily interest iu each other, they save us
from the evils of isolation. To live as a
member of the great white race of men, the
race that has filled Europe and America,
and colonized or conquered whatever ter
ritory it has been pleased to ocen py—to
share from day today its cares, itsthouglits
and inspirations—it is necessary that ev
j cry man should read his paper. Why are
! the French peasants so bewildered at sea?
It is because they never read a newspaper.
! And why arc the inhabitants of the United
j States, though scattered over a territory
j fourteen times tho area ofFrnnce, so much
more capable of concerted action, so much
I more alive and modern, so much more in
terested in new discoveries of all kinds, and
I capable of selecting and utilizing the best
)of them ? It is because the newspaper
; penetrates everywhere;and even tho lonely
I dweller on the prairie or in the forest is
j not intellectually isolated from the great
j currents of public life which flows through
j.tliu telegraph aud pwsu.”
[Writtsu for the HcDufToo Journal.l
BTOCK FOOD FOR WINTER.
Is it uot growing more apparent every
year, that our system of culture must be
greatly changed from that of anti helium
times? Assuming, what‘is now almost
universally conceded, that the restoration
of Southern prosperity cannot he effected
by growing cotton excessively, it is well to
ponder such changes ns may ha most ad
vantageously made. We propose in this
brief article to refer to only one or two,
but ill our opinion, very iliportaut
changes, or, perhaps wo should say. thofiti
which should lie most extensively adopted.
Is it not a notorious fact that stock feed
has always lieeu scanty during our winter
months? How many thousands of cattle !
have died in the winter or early spring, j
from inadequacy of food? Cotton so nb- j
sorbed attention and labor that due prep- 1
aration was not made for stock. Our!
farmers rolled ou the fodder gathered 1
from the growing corn stalks, shocks ta
ken from the corn, scanty quantities of
crab-grass hay, peavines, and it part of
their eotton seed, to take them through
the cold mouths of December, January, I
Feboruary, March, and we may add April, j
as the pastures ufford but little grass until '
the middle of May.
The want can be easily sup; lied. Sow |
wheat, rye, barley and oats, in September
or by the 15th of October. Devote a pion- '
ty of land to them, and ut the proper time, j
allow cattle, hogs and horses to graze up- j
on them, lint not too closely. Let them }
take one field at a time. Shut them off
by the Ist of March and they will yield I
good crops of grain, Let them graze an 1
hour each day, During all the time the J
cattle should have a small allowance of dry
provender in their pens, and the hogs u
little corn. But tliiH is uot nil. Turnips,
parsnips, carrots aud mangel beets, are all
nutritious iiud-fattening roots for cattle,
hops, sheep and horses. For the latter,
parsnips is more suitable food than either
of the others.
We quote what lias often boon published
before—the remark of a distinguished Brit
tish statesman—“ England could better af
ford to lose its navy than its turnip crop.”
Making some allowance for exaggeration
in this, it shows the exceeding value of
that crop. It is appreciated here, as nf
fording an excellent dish for the table, but
few have properly estimated it as fend for
stock. A rich acre will yield from six to
seven hundred bushels at a single crop.
The Bouth needs more cattle. Brumal on
an acre, a few cows will soon make it rich.
Tho turnips will add greatly in keeping
them ill good order, and multiplying them
at a trifling expenge, The immure they
will accumulate will nearly equal tho ex
pense of feeding them.
Again, carrots aud parsnips yield even
more largely than turnips. Ho do Mangei
Wurzel beets. They have this advantage
over turnips: they ore nroio nutritious,
and impart no unpleasant taste to tlioinilk
of cows. Eight hundred to n thousand
bushels may lie taken from a single acre.
Their cultivation is similar to that of tur
nips. Tlio ground for each of these crops
m ist be loosened deeply and made rich.
Carrots and parsnips cun he sowed atatiy
time in the spring, any from the middle of
April to the Ist of June. The seed of each
should lie soaked in cold water ten or
twelve hours, then mixed in sand and sowed
in rows two feet apart, and drawn to six or
seven inches apart in the drill. Ifsownthe
Ist of May they will be ready for stock the j
Ist of November. Other seed sown the
Ist of October will furnish supplies until
tho middle of April. It is best to gather
these crops anil bunk up ns sweet potatoes
are done, but they can be kept iu the
ground mid dug us they aro needed for ta
ble or stock. The Mangel Wurzel beet
cun be cultivated as tlio carrot or parsnip,
but should bo planted a little earlier for
fall and early winter supplies. Iftlieseed
aro sown in septemlier they will hint until
tlio Ist of May. These can also bo loft in
tlio ground and used as they aro wanted.
Turnip culture is well known. If a rich
eovv pen is used they may be sowiifhioud
cast, but more can be made by sowing in
drills. It is well to sow by the 20th of Ju
ly, but £hould they fail from dry weather,
bugs or any other cause, sow nt any other
seasonable time afterwards until the mid
dle of September. Those who can turn
their thoughts from cotton to raise these
crops, will not regret it. The rice milk of
the cows, tho rich buttor, their good con
dition, and the thrifty state of the hogs
nml horses, but still more the preservation
of tlio liveß of tho cattle, will pay them bet
ter than to rely on cotton for every thing.
Try tlio the foregoing suggestions as to
roots onf t least a ball acre each mado rich.
Oue hundred and fifty pounds of good gu
ano or ground hones may be substituted
for the cow penning process; if the farmer
has no cattle; but remember that cows, if
properly fed, and bogs, too, pay much
more in beef, pork, milk, butter and ma
nure than the cost of their feed. The far
mer, who tries this plan, will have an
abundance at homo. That is true inde
pendence and
Economy.
Speculative Matrimony.
When some rich women marry some
poor men, thpy little imagine the misery
they aro creating for themselves. A limn
who wooes a woman with mercenary mo
tives is rather apt to hate her for being
worthy of a better fate, as she undoubtedly
is, clue her generous heart would not so
run away with her judgment. The man
who marries a woman for money had bet
ter kill her outright, and tnkeit. Indeed,
that is what n creature who makes n rauteli
with such a motive would like to do. He
wants the hard gold, not the soft woman
who owns it, and he hates her because lie
has to take her also. Poor little heiresses,
with such delightful fortunes; poor little
widows, with a snug little sum settled on
you by the husband that had your comfort
at heart, how much better that you should
lie penniless women sewing for their liv
ing. Then, some strong, loving hand
might gather you up to a tender heart,
and you might be very sure it was all for
yourself—all, every bit of it. Put now,
nothing is left you but a loveless existence
—a broken life. Ah litis a dangerous
experiment to endow some men with your
earthly goods, in plaoe of being so endowed
by them.
■4 1 ■ ■
Deacon Ladne of Wisconsin went to
his barn, the other day, and hung himself
because his wife playfully kicked off his
hat mid said, “That’s tho kind of a
clothes-pin I am!”
The way they manage it in England is
to dismiss any person in the employ of
the civil service who may give the news
payers ata item.
Tlio Emperor onD the Sergeant-
Joseph I I, Emperor of Germany, had
n great dislike to any kiud of outward show,
Oue day, dressed iu a simple ridiag cost,
tlie Emperor rode out in a small carriage
to take an early drive in the suburbs of
Vienna. He was overtaken by tho ruin as
lie was returning to tho city. A pedestri
an, also trying to regain tlio capital made
a sign to stop.
“Bir”’ said the soldier to him, for he
: was a sergeant, * 'would there be uny wrong
I iii illy asking fern seat ? It would uot in
: convenience you, and it would save my
! uniform which I have put on to-day for
i the first time."
“Pray take cure of your uniform and be
seated. Whence do you come ?”
“Ah 1” replied the sergeant, “I have just
returned from the house of a game keeper
of my acquaintance, where 1 have had a
splendid breakfast.”
"What have you eaten that was good V"
Guess I"
‘•How am I to know? Was it beer
soup?”
“Ah 1 well, beer soup Is good enough
for some people, hut what we had was
much better than that.”
“Perhaps yon had sonr-ltrout ?”
Something better than that.”
“Oh, 1 have it 1 it was a loin of veal!”
“Better than that, 1 It'll you.”
"Well, I really cuu’t guess any more,"
said Joseph, "What is it ?”
“What should it he but a pheasant, my
worthy uiaul A most delicious pheasant!
oue that hiul beou killed ou the preserves
of liis Majesty the Emperor 1”
“Taken from the Emperors preserves I"
said Joseph, in astonish incut. “It must
have been nil the better for that. ’’
•'I warrant you it was.”
By this time they had neared tlio aity,
and as the rain still continued to fall 1
heavily, Joseph asked his companion !
where he should set him down. The ser- j
geant mimed his house, aud then asked |
the Emperor:
"To whom do I owe so many benefits?” j
“It is your turn uow,” said Joseph, “to !
guess.”
"You are a soldier?"
“Certainly."
“A lieutenant?”
"All, well, better Ilian that.”
"A captain?”
“Better than that.”
“A colonel, perhaps?”
‘•Better than that I tell yon.”
“How then,” said tho other, “can you
be a field-marshal?”
“Bettor than that."
“Then,” cried too sergeant in conster
nation, “you must bo tbo Emperor.”
“Yes. ”
The frightened soldier entreated the
Emperor to stop, in order that ho might
get down.
“Oil, dear, no!” said Joseph. “After
having eaten my pheasant, you would be
only too happy to get lid of me as easily.
I foiiv intend to take you ns fur as your
house.”
And the Emperor would not let him
alignt till ho sut him down at his own
door.
From tho Detroit Froo Proud.]
The Man Who Wanted Information.
Yesterday noon while tho people around
(lie office except the “head reporter" wore
at dinner the smell of smoke suddenly be
came apparent, and a fat muu, smoking a
big pipe, came toiling up stairs' When
tie had recovered his breath and taken a
sent he inquired:
“Is der big editor what knows evory
dings in ?”
“No—gone to dinner," was the reply.
"Uud'he shall coino back party soon?”
“Iu about two hours.”
“I can’t wait so quick as dat;lhnfto
go to n funeral."
“Did you want anything?”
“Ye*, I wants to know some diugsnbont
dat Beecher scandal. You zee, one day
about dree months ago n fellow comes mit
my zuloon and ho suyii: 'Did you hear
nodding about Mr. Beecher ?” and I say
nix, and he say Mr. Beecher stliole corn.”
“Yes ”
"Uiid der next day when I went home
my wife suysp "Did you hear mailings
about Mr. Beecher?” Uiid she said Mr.
Beecher stliole a dog.”
“Yes.”
“IJnd when I was in der street gar a
man says : “Kell;), Mr. Itittormnn, what
you dinks about Mr. Peecher?’ Utul I
Hays no man can be a goot man who vhill
steal a dog. IT ml den everybody laughs
and winks, and I don’t know about it,”
“Und when I wus in the Zitty Hall a
man sthrikus me on der pack, und znys:
•Hello, old front, is Mr. Peecher guilty?’
Und I said I diinno, mid ho said Mr.
Peecher hiret a man to blow up a schurch
mit a barrel of bowder.”
“Yes.”
“Und den ven I was in Dearborn a man
looks bretty sharp at me und z iy: ‘You
lif iu Dedroit, don’t yon?’ Uuil I said I
lif in Dedroit. Uid lie znys: “What is
your shudgment on dat Peecher pisiness?’
Und I said makings. Und he said Mr.
Peecher had a fight with a circus man.”
“Yes.”
“Und when I goes home or in der Htreet
car, or mit my zuloon, or in der bust office,
somebody say some dings about dot
Peecher pisiuess, und I dnuno. Who is
dot-Mr. Peecher? Where he lit ?”
“He is a great preacher, and ho lives iu
Brooklyn ?”
“Zo? Und wliat he do?”
“llu got one of these tobacco boxes
with a needle in the cover, mid carried il
around in his pocket. When a man tried
to open it the needle went into his thumb
about twent-five feet.”
“Is dat bossible?”
“Yes, and lie had bis vest pocket made
so deep that a cigar would go clear out of
sight, eud lie kept it full and deceived tlie
pnblio. ”
“My zoul! but is dat zo?”
"Ye,?, and ho keeps and old wild-cat bill
in iiis wallet to lend out when a man
wants to secure tho luun of a dollar for a
few minutes.”
“Vhell, I deglares! Ven ft brenoker
shall do like dat we shall wonder vhat
nozt. Zo dat is der Peecher pisiness, eh?
Vhell, vboll.”
Kan Francisco has the champion relig
ions idiots, who dress as children, act as
children, nnd play marbles and leap-frog,
[ because they believe “Except ye be con-
I verted aud become as little children, ye
! shall in no wise enter the Kingdom of
Heaven.”
The latest novelty in dairyiny c nsists
lin the use of the stomach of file p g in-
I stead of that of the calf, in the in, uufao-
I Lire of choose,-
MISCELLANEOUS.
Ohio courts granted 1,166 divorce* last
year.
Matchless misery- haring a cigar and
nothing to light it Wltli.
“Send ntc a tettevdf Iriiti inwardness ok*
it paroxysmal Lisa, —writes a gushing
lover.
Tho fellow who asked ft)? a lock of ki<\
girl's hair was informed that it “costs
money, hair decs."—ifiMhii Vital.
Said a Detroit young woman to a bash
ful lover, tho other day, “Matrimony D
an awful long word to ■|>bll, isn't it?”
That settled it.
For Grant, tbo ban who fought
conqnered the demon of diink that had
thrust him so low, we have only words of
praise and God speed. -
A young woman at Youngstown, Ouio,' (
who has mi imitation seal skin cloak, is!
forced to tell an average of fifteen lies per
day to make folks believe it is real seal.
Hilk handkerchiefs with white centred
ami colored borders are worn bv nobby
youths; schoolboys, however, will stick to
tue primitive cout blocvc.— Yonkm-a Ua
tette.
How on earih a womnn can keep hot'
gab going while holding a buck-conib and
six hair-pins in her bluntb Ims always lieeu,
a mystery and always will ho. —iMroil
hVee Pi uu*.
A wothiili ih Switzerland was recently
married to a man in America by proxy.
This looks as if it might prove to Jje the
first stop tovwml a system of happy mar
riage*. The proxy experiment should
have a full and fair trial.
"Spring's coming,” exciuiiucd an en
thusiast the other day. “I saw a red-,
headed woman peeling potatoes iri tliii
hack yard, and singing like a mocking
dale. ” — Brooklyn Arpiw.
Tho Pullman sleeping car business, says
the Atlanta Heruld, lias played out in this
section. Ever since niggers have been
allowed to occupy berths, the white folks
have beeu disposed to lot thorn occupy'
them.
A Troy girl, who was looking at a circus
clown whirling a hut ou a stick, remarked
to her young man that “she used to do?
tlmt.” The young niau was looking at n‘
contortionist in another part of the arena?
who hud his legs tied around his neck,
aud au explanation was necessary.
There is a young fellow in Portland
whose future depends upon the result of
the Brooklyn trial, because tlie girl he
loves has promised to marry him if Beeoh
cr is pronounced iuuocent; otherwise, she
declares thut her confidence in muu will
bo destroyed and sho Will never wed.-
A little four year old boy in Derby <SiW
Sunday morning asked another little lmy
about the same ago to ploy with him.
Johnny says, “Charlie il you play Sun
days you won’t go to Heaven.” “Hump!"
says Charley, “1 don’t want to go bV
Heaven; I want to go wbero our folka yO.”
A wealthy baohelof/ in a Philadelphia
street ear, saw a sweet young lady rise to
give a poor old man her seat), and was s6'
attracted toward her tlmt he sought her
out iml (harried be*. And now it is aw
ful fun to see uli the young ladies iu a car
jump up whenever a poor old mau hap-”
pens to get iu.-
It is scaicoly necessary to any that Mr.
Barnaul denies tho story that lie has se
cured the robe lie null in which Mr. Tilton
wus detected hutrgiwg pictures by the
watchful eyes of Bessie 'Furuer. The
garment was sent west several months agrt,
for the benefit of tho grass-hopper Suffer
ers.—Brooklyn Aft/ttf.
Detroit boys seem to advance in educa
tion whether they attend school or not.
A newsboy, who couldn’t change a ten-’
cent piece a year ago, was yesterday heard
remarking, “'WHbum Scott, if you ever'
corrugate your brow at me iu that way
again, I shall temporarily deposit my
papers on tho pavement and cause the*
blood to coagulate under your left optic!
Heur mo William!”
NO. 1.
Mr. Mnguffln briWod himself against tlio
boarding-house table, ami tried once more
to out the stenk. The edge of the knife'
turned, but the uient showed no mark.
Then ho.called tho wuiter: “Thomas, hair
the cook used tlio axe much lately to chop;
kindling-wood on the collar door steps?”
“I don’t know,” said Thomas. “Why,
sir?" “Because," said Mr. Guguffin, "if
it ain’t too dull I’d like to try it on this
steak."
Smooths it over ns Vie may; stow ft
away ill tlie farthermost rebess rtf a cave'
of gloom;- hurl Curses upon tho tongue
tlmt tells us so, aud the fact still remains’
that there are fifteen hundred thorougl/
organized base bull clubs ill the United
States. —ho uiaville Courier-Journal.
Is that all? From' the number iu tliiir
city, big and little, we were Under the im
pression there wore fully a million.—Savan
nah Advertiser.
“She in a fine girl,” said Mr. Ferguson,-
tho other day, to his wife, “and with'
proper enro will grow up to be a fine wo-'
man. It touched' me to tlio heart to see
her in a charitable institution, and I made'
up my mind tlmt we could do nothing,
better iu the cause of benevolence tlnnr to'
adopt her. Usually on such occasions 1
Mrs. Fergiibon sheds tears and remarks,
“To ho sure my dear;” hut this time she
bridled up and indignantly responded,
“No yon don’t old mau. None o’ youff
Bessie Turners for this establishment.”
A Fultou young man who was visiting"
abroad, came homo Buturday, and in tlio
morning at breakfast remarked, as lie
readied bis plate over: “Father, a little of
tlie mixture in the brown dish, if yoit
please, and n small piece of tho pr< pared 1
meat.” The old gentleman, who is tr
plain, iffntter-of-faot man. replied, as he
loaded up tho outstretched plate, “We'
like to have you come a visitin’ us, John,
but just remember that while you’re etin'
here, if you want hash, way so; mid if you
want sassage, call fig sassage, and uot go*
to spreadiu’ on any Brooklyn misery at my
table.”
... 4 —— ; -
Off the Fbnob. —The Detroit Free'
Press says: The other afternoon a 1 boy was;
seen to suddenly shoot ont of flie door rtf
a house on Locust Htreet and scramble t<V
the top of a board 1 fence. His mother'
wiih just too late to catch him, and' con
cealing the potato-masher behind her, she'
looked up to her son WAVr a smile and
said:
“Come down,- darling.-
“Not jess now!” replied SbAboy, Stick
out liis tongue at her.
“Dome down, denr WiPW,- we’ll*
out tlmt pie,” she contiuned‘. -
' You can’t fool me a cefit’s worth,” lie
answered, hitching along.-
“Won’t you drop down 1)2*0 just for #
minute?" she pleaded.
“1 tell you it’s no use!” lit) exclaimed.
“Until I "am thoroughly convinced that
your intentions are pacific, I shall remain
' situated ut inv present secure attitude.”
| She threw the masher at him, missed,.
,f and then entered the holise to wait wf
j huugci'fiud thirst to bring him down.