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TWO DOTtttAßSper Annum if Advance.
THE KING’S RING.
BY THEODORE TILTON.
Once in Persia reigned a king,
Who upon his signet-ring
'On?ed a maxim true and wise,
Which, if held befor his eyes,
Gave him counsel at a glance,
Fit for every change and chance:
Solemn words, and these are they:
“Even tins shall pass away!"
Trains of camels through the sand
Brought him gema from Ham&rcaud;
Fleets of galleys through the seas
Brought him pearls to match with these.
But ho counted not as gain
Treasures of the mine or main,
“What is wealth?’' the king would say;
“Evon this shall pass away."
In the rovels of his court.
At the zenith of the sport.
When the palms of all his guests,
Burned with clapping at his jests,
He, amid his tigs and wine,
Cried, “O loving friends of mine!
Pleasure comes, but not to stay:
‘Even this shall pass away.’ "
Lady fairest ever seen
. Clujic he for bis bride and quo on.
Couched upon the marriage bed,
Whispering to Ids soul, he said:
“Though a bridegroom never pressed
Dearer loaom to his breast,
Mortal flesh must come to clay;
‘Even this shall pass away.’**
Fighting on a furious field,
Once a javelin pierced his shield.
Soldiers with a loud lament,
Bore him bleeding to his tent.
Groaning from his tortured side,
“Pain is hard to bear,” be cried;
“But with patience day by day,
‘Even this shall pass away.* ”
Towering in the public square,
Twenty cubits in the air,
Bose liis statue carved in stone.
Then the kiug, disguised, unknown,
Stood before his sculptured name,
Musing meekly, “What is fame?
Fame is but a glow decay:
‘Even this shall pass away.’ "
Struck with palsy, sere and old,
Waiting at the gates of Gold,
Spake he with his dying breath,
“Life is done: hut what is death?”
Then in answer to the king
Pell a sunbeam oa his riug,
Showing by a heavenly ray—
‘‘Even this ahull pas* away."
CAPTURED 2 i TELEGRAPH.
During Hi.' winter of ISA), I was pin
p! >ye las uignt. o;i 'rut ir in tin* railroad
office D , Town. Tiit* principal mini
between Chicago nml Omaha rum. through
I> . nnil tin* great irregular night train*
nml constant danger of collision resulting
therefrom, rendered the position of night
operator by no in mis an easy one. It
mnv he well to me itton here, necessary
to the following story—dhut hem lies the
rnilfoiyl office, there was also ntl) a
business office of the company. This we
always m oke o? as the “down town office."
•’One stormy night not far from eleven
o'clock, 1 sat at my desk —-and for a won
der idle. The wires had not called for
some time, and I was leaning hack in my
chair listening to the wind outside and re
flecting upon the loneliness of my sitim
tiorf- The eastern train had crossed the
river more than on hour ago; all the depot
officials had gone off home, and as far ns I
knew I was entirely alone in the vast build
ing.
Finally, tired of thinking, I picked up !
the evening paper aud glanced listlessly j
over its columns. Among other things, I
read the detailed account of a fearful trag
edy that had occurred fifty miles up the
river on the previous night. Three rafts
men, well known as desperate characters
iu that vieinity, In and entered the cottage
of one Mathews, a farmer living in an is
olated spot—had butchered the father nnd
his children, terribly maltreated liis wife,
and then departed as they came, having
taken with them whatever plunder was at
hand. What interested me most was a
full description, for purposes of identifica
tion, of one of the villainous trio, Tim
Lynch. Here it is :
8500 reward will be paid for informa
tion leading to the capture, dead or alive,
of Tim Lynch, the the ringleader of the
Mathews tragedy. Lynch is a remarks
bly, large man, six feet four inches iu
height, very heavy, nnd broad across the
shoulders. Eyes greenish gray, w ith a deep
scar over the right one. Hair, wi;y, black
and beard of the. same color. When last
Veen he was dressed in black Kossuth hat,
faded army overcoat, pants of gray
jeans, nnd heavy boots. The aljovo re
ward will he paid to any ODe furnishing
positive informniion of his whereabouts.
(signed) Sheriff of County.
At the very first instant I finished read
ing the advertisement, there occurred the
most remarkable coincidence Unit has ev
er come under my observation. I heard a
heavy tread ou the stair, and then the
door opened aud then entered—Tim
Lynch ! The moment I set my eyes on
him I recognized him as perfectly as
though I had known him all my life. The
army overcoat, and gray pants tucked in
to the heavy boots, the massive frame nnd
shoulders, the slouched hat pulled down
over the right eye, to conceal —I was sure
—the scar, ajpive all a desperate, hunted
look in his forbidding countenance—all
were not to he mistaken. I was as certain
ef his identity as though he had stepped
forward, pulled off his hnt to show the
scar, and told me his name.
To say that I was not alarmed at this
atldden and unwelcome intrusion would he
Untrue. lam not a brave man, and my
VOL. 111.
present situation, alone in the depot with
a hunted murderer, was by no means re- ]
assuring. My heart beat violently, but j
from mere force of habit I arose and asked
him to be seated. While lie turned to j
comply, I succeeded in conquering my ag- j
Ration to some extent. Ho drew a chair I
noiselessly forward, and sitting down :
threw open his coat, displaying by so do
ing a heavy navy revolver stuck in his belt.
Then he freed his mouth of a quantity of
tobacco juice, mid spoke :
“Yotingjeflfje, ’"'tie Raid motioning with
his head toward tho battery, “ thefc thar
macheen is wlmt yer call a telly gram, I
s’poae ?”
“Well,” I answered, with a faint smile,
intended to be somewhat conciliatory,
“that’s what we send tellygnuns bv. M
"Wul, I want yon to send a message to
a friend of mine iuOohoe. I’ll tell yer |
aforeband I haiu’t got no collateral, But
I kinder guess you’d better trust me young
feller.” (Here lie laid his hand signifi
cant ly on his belt.) “I’ll fetch it in ter- !
morrow ef it’s convenient.”
I hasteme.l to say that the charge could
just as well be paid at the other end of the i
line by bis friend.
•‘Umpli ! Plagney little you’ll get out 1
o’ Jim, I reckon. Ilowsumdcver perceed.” j
“What is the message, and to whom is
it to go ?”
“I want you to tell Jim Fellers, of Co- j
hoe, that the bull quit here lon’ night, and
the sheep ’ll be dose on his heels,”
As he delivered this sentence he looked j
at mejia though lie expected me to be my a- j
titled. But I thought, it best not to appeal
so and I said carelessly :
“I suppose you are a dealer in stock and
this is your partner ? Ah, sir, the tele- j
graph helps you fellows out of many a j
sharp bargain.” j
“Ya’as,” he answered, slowly, evidently
pleased with the way 1 took it. “Ya’as, I
that’s on. I’m send in' down a loto : stock, j
Bought it dog cheep over in Genesee, yes
terday. Purty lit as ever yon see.”
I turned to my instrument. Wlmt was j
Ito be done ? Though ours was a railroad
j office, we often sent business messages;;
! and if I did as usual now, I should proba- j
| hly got rid of my unwelcome visitor w ith- !
out further trouble. But : n the short eon- j
versa si on with him I hud somewhat receiv
ed from from my first alarm, and I now j
| conceived the idea of attempting the enp
j lure of Tim Lynch.
I was only a poor salaried operator, try- i
t ing to save enough to marry iu the spring.
, Five hundred dollars would da me u greai ,
j deal of good just now—to say nothing <I ]
ihe eeful of the thing. But how was it to ;
jbe accomplished ? Hre I vus alone in
'■ the depot, with a man big enough to whip
liis weight in such little men as I was st*v
crnl times over. Any attempt to hccuiv
him single-handed was not to he though! j
i of. But could I not excuse myself, and i
, going out fasten him ? No ; well I knew
; from the distrustful look in his face that ]
: any proposal of mine to leave the room!
i .would he peremptorily objected to by him. 1
Wlmtthen ?
Why, simply this ; I would telegraph
to the down-town station. But alas ! That!
i very day the connection between the two !
j offices had been cut for repairs. It. was
I seldom used at any time of course. But
| wlmt of nil that ? It was only a question
of a few seconds more time.
I All these thoughts went through my j
| mind with the rapidity of lightning, us I ]
I went to the battery. Lynch regarded me j
I from the corner of his uncovered eye with j
n suspicion that made me shake in my j
: shoes. As I fiat down he uroao and came j
j to my side.
| “Look a here young feller,” lie hissed :
;in my ear, and liis breath was sickening j
with the fumes of liquor, “perhaps you
j mean lair enough—l hope ye do, for yer
i sake. But I don’t understand nothin’
’bout them tellygrams, and I jist want to
tell ye that yer’d better he sqnar' —far by
I the Eternal God lef yon go hack on me,
! I’ll stretch you on this yere floor as stiff
jas ever I did a man yit !” arid I felt the
cold m izzle of his revolver on my cheek.
Perhaps my voice trembled a little, but I
was still unmoved in my resolution, os I
replied :
“Never fear, sir ; I'll tell him all about
the.stock.” lie muttered something to
himself, and still remained standing over
me.
Yon have heard perhaps how much
character and expression a telegraph oper
ator can put into his touch. Why,
there were dozens of different operators
communicating with our office, and I could
tell nt the instant, without evi r making a
mistake, who it was signalling. You could
tell if a man was nervous from his tele
graphing, just as well as you could from
liis hand writing. The call that I sent
hurrying Across the state to Council Bluffs
must have rang out upon the ears of the
operator like a shriek.
“C, B. Are you there?" was what 1
asked, and almost instantly came back a
reply iu the affirmative. Then with tremb
ling hand, I rattled off my message :
"For the love of God, telegraph to our
dotnt-town office nt mice. Tell them thnt
Tim Lynch is within two feet of me, and
they mml send help..
A short pause, as though mv message
occasioned some surprise, and then came
the response, "All right I” which assured
me I need not repeat.
“•Wal,” growled the deep voice of Lynch
“are you going to send my message ?”
“I have sent it, sir.”
“What! Di es all the tickin’mean what
I told you ?”
QUITMAN, GA.„ FRIDAY, MAY 28, 1875.
“Yes, aud if you vivill wait fifteen or ]
twenty minutes, yuu'll pet an answer.”
“Wal, I dtuino ns 1 want an answer.
Jim, he'll understand it’s all right.”
“But I'll tell you whether he’s thereof
not. sit down."
S<> Lynch reluctantly took his seat,
looking nroand at tho doors and windows
once in a while in hu uneasy way. 1 was
determined to take him now nt any cost ;
and I verily believe I should have planted
myself in his path hud lie insisted upon
going now.
“Tick, tick, tick, tick 1” the battery
called out, nnd I listened to the message.
"Keep cool. Gould lms gone for tho po
lice." Strange it was, wasn't it ? That I
should sit there and talk through two hun
dred nnd fifty miles of space with a man
not half a mile from me.
“Whit's that signify ?" inquired my
e.impnnion, ns the ticking censed ; and I
replied that tho clerk at Cohoo lmd just
written off the message and sent it nut.
He seemed satisfied and settled buck in
his chair, where he sat in sullen stienco,
his jaws goiug np and down, as he chewed
liis weed.
O, how slowly the minutes crept along.
Tho suspense was terrible. I sat and
w atched the minute hand of the clock,
and five minutes seemed as many months.
My companion seemed nervous too. He
moved uneasily in tho chair.
“Ain’t it about time ye heard from
Jim ?’’ he asked at length,
“We shall get word from him in a few
moments now,” I answered, and foil to
watching the clock again. Five minutes
more passed. Lynch got up and began
pacing to and fro across tlie room. At
length he paused and said :
“I don’t believe I’ll wait any more. I've
got to see s man down at the Penusylva
nia House, and he'll be a bed if I don’t git
thar pretty soon.”
“Hold on a moment nnd I’ll see wlmt
they’re np to, ”1 cried hastily, nnd 1
touched the key again. "Make lmstn,”
was my message, “I shall lose him if yon
do not. Not n moment to spare.” Straight
way came the reply, short but encoura
ging. “A squad of police started from
the depot five minutes ago.” Thank heav
en ! They might, to be here now. I looked
at Lynch arid thought of the five hundred
{ dollars. “Wul, what’s the word ?” he
i growled impatiently.
“Your friend is coming," I answered
i for want ofn better reply.
"(lomiu* 1 Coinin'! Wlmr ?” (t
“Coming to the office of Cohoe. He
: probably has nil answer for you.”
"An answer for me V dim I’cllrts?
What should lie -answer for ?” Lynch
j stood in stupid thought for a moment, and
tlic'ii lie looked i.t me with a dangerous
; light in liis eye.
“Look a here, young fellow,” lie cried,
, “it’s niv private opinion you're lyin’ to
me. And if ye are” -here he rnultircdu
i horrible oath—“l’ll cut yer skulkin' heart
; out. I dont know anything about that
' thar macheen, but I swar Jim Fellers
| hadn’t got, nothin'to answer. More like
i he’d git. up and scatter when he heel'd that
j message.
He stood glaring nt me ns he muttered
these words, liis hand on liis revolver. I
cannot account for it. As J before re
marked, I am a timid man by nature. But
; this action only made me bolder. Every
i tiling depended upon keepins him a few
seconds longer. It must be done nt any
cost. I tried anew plan.
“What do yon mean, sir ?" I shouted,
i rising, “by coming into this office and talk
| ing iu that style ? I)o yon think I’ll en
! dure it ? Leave this room at once, sir, or
I’ll”—and I advanced threateningly toward
; him. Me unexpected attitude seemed to
| amuse him more than anything else, but
jit silenced his suspicions. Ho put his
| bands in his pockets and delivered a loud
laugh in my face.
“Wal, wal, my ban tom, ye needn’t git
Iso cantankerous. Who’ll thought such a
little breeches as you had sueli spunk ?
j Haw ! haw ! haw ! Why, I could chaw
| you up 'thout makin’ two bites of ye.”
“Well, sir," I said, still apparently nn
i mollified, “either sit down and hold your
tongue, or else leave the office.” And lie
good nntnredly complied.
Once more we were sitting listening to
the ticking :is the minutes dragged their
slow length along. Would help never
come? Three minutes more. Great
Heavens 1 The suspense was becoming
intolerable. I must go to the stair nnd
listen if I die for it. I rose and took a
step toward the door, but a voice stopped
me.
“Hold !” shouted Lyueli, standing up
right, all his suspicions aroused once more,
“yer can’t go out of that door afore uie.
Come hack here!”
Sir I”
' “Come back here, or by the Eternal—’
and the pistol muzzle looked me in the
face. He stood now half turned from the
door and I was facing it. Slow ly, with
out a particle of noise, I saw the knob turn
and a face under a blue cap peep in. Thank
God ! Help had come ! I felt a joy nn
eontrolable come over me. I must keep
the murderer's attention an instant longer
till someone could spring upon hitn from
beiiind. I walked straight up to him but
his quick ear had caught a movement be
hind. As he turned with an oath I sprang
upon him, and bore cown his arm just as
the revolver went off, the ball burying it
self harmlessly in the floor. Before he
could free himself from my grasp, half a
dozen officers were upon him and be was
quickly secured.
Tho next raorniug tho papers were filled I
with glowing accounts of the capture of
tho murderer, nnd praises of my conduct.
The principal business men of tho town
made up a purse of five hundred dollars
and presented it to me ; and this, with the
reward that was paid me the following
week, enabled me to get married at Olirist
; mas, But I shudder at the remembrance
lof that half hour I spent alone with Tint
Lynch ; and 1 don't think one thousand
dollars would tempt me to go through it
again.
. -*.•<
The Man With the Fleas.
The l'arts correspondent of the New
; York Times narrates the history of a mod
ern celebrity who has just died in a modest
[ garret there. He ivus the colleague of tl o
man who breaks paving stones with his
, fist, and of the mail who swallows a sword.
! Jean Sessiihi, "the man wi.h the fleas,”
toe many years exhibited the learned fleas
throughout Fiance, making them do n
number of astounding feats.
Among other things ho marshalled them
into companies, then turned them into
horses ami made them draw a tiny chariot
across u table. It was really wondeful to
see* the seeming intelligence of these in
sects. One day he was going through h s
performance nt the Clichy fair, when a big
dog rusbed up and seized him by the leg.
■loan had ordered his fleas into their box,
nnd the nip of the dog at liis leg made him
turn in haste, and iuhis fright he dropped
liis box of fleas.
Their natural instincts made them jump
upon the dog fur safety, and at the same
moment their master gave the dog a kick
which sent him howling mvnv. It was not
until h * saw tho flay; running that he com
prehended the loan of his pets. The crowd
began to laugh, but it was no laughing
I mutter to Jean. His occupation was gone;
! he had been despoiled of his menus ol
mi ning his daily bread, and tho poor fel
low sat down weeping like a child.
it required a year’s hard labor to train
a now lot of fleas, and Jean luid
not the means. He turned rag picker,
and during the past friutrt* worked as a
i chiffonier to support his family. But
! the life did not suit him, and chagrin and
! the severity of the season soon brought
him to nia grave.
. . -* •♦—
An Ancient Beecher Trial.
An aliment Beecher trial may b > found
among the proceedings of a Connecticut
court held at New U ;\en, May 1, 16(10,
just two hundred and fifteen years ago. Iu
this ease the kisser was Jacob M. Marline,
aud the kiss was Miss Sarah Tuttle. It is
! demonstrufed that Jacob "tonka np or
tooke nwry her gloves. Sarah desired
him to give her the gloves, to which he
answered lie would do so if she would give
him a kiss, upon which they sat down to
gethor, his anne being about her waiste,
i and her annoUpon liis shoulder or about
! liis iu ek, and he kvssed her a.id she ky-s
--ed him, or they kysned one another, con
tinuing in this half an hour.'
On examination, tin*, amatory Jackson
confusedly admitted that ho “tooko her
! by the baud, and they both sat down upon
a chest, but whether his army were about
1 her waiste, and her urine upon his shonl
-1 del* or about his ueek, he knows not. for
lie never thought of it since then till Mr
' Raymond told him of it at Mannatos, for
: which he was blamed, and told ho had not
layed it to heart as he ought.” Jacob and
j Sarah were ouch fined twenty shillings.
Such decisions and penalties enforced in
! Brooklyn would beggar Plymouth church.
i •—Chicago Timm.
Old Flows.
A plow used bv the Emperor Joseph 11,
iof Austria, iu 1869, was placed beside a
; modern plow iu a portion of the Austrian
department of the Vienna exposition of
| the old plows of various nations. No bet
| ter proof could be given of the great ad
vance in the improvement of plows which
has marked tho 100 years which has
elapsed since his imperial majesty worried
himself and mother earth with that plow.
This venerable plow was composed of the
root of a tree, with tho stem for a beam,
resting on an axle with wheels underneath
it of about two and a half feet in diameter;
the handles weresfeenred to the knee by
holes bored into it, into which the handles
were secured : the share was a piece of
iron about nine inches long secured to the
point by the knee, and then a strip of
i board {about six inches wide was secured
near the share. This last contrivance was
designed to answer the purpose of a mold
| board. The old English plows, though
i much in advance of tins Austrian one,
| were very weighty and awkward affairs;
such as now would not be accepted us u
gift by farmers in any civilized country.
Spain exhibited an old plow with shafts,
and a wooden share. South France, a plow
constructed with wood, with the exception
of the share, with wooden mold-boards
live inches wide; this plow was about 500
years old.
i J
i It takes a Troy Coroner to hunt up bus'*
ness. A small hoy found the dead body
iof a man lying in ac, ump of bushes just
above the Troy and Boston railroad track,
near the north bounds of Lansingburgli,
Friday afternoon. The police were nofci
j tied and a telegram was sent to Coroner
; Seaman. Coroner Blackball also heard of
j the case, nnd both started for the place.
; “Arriving at Adamsville,” says the Troy
j Whig, "Blackball took the northern, Sea-
I man the new turnpike, Seaman could
, drive within three-eights, Blackball within
live-eights of a mile of where the body lay.
: The rest of the distance had to be traveled
■on foot. Seaman had the shotest distance,
! Blackball the best road. They made a
ufvry picturesque appearance as one came
up tile railroad track, the other across the
! fields. Blackball was a trifle behind when
: they reached the spot, and Seaman nwur-
I ded the case. The two <fii -ers were com
| pletely out of breath and were unable to
1 speak for some moments. We forgot who
j the unfortunate man—that is to say, the
corpse, not Blackball—was; but the ver
dict, aocm ding to Beaman, was, “I bent
him about three rods, and I can do it
again.
‘Well, mv son,’ said a father to liis
eight-year-old son the other night, ‘wlmt
have you done to-day that may bo set
down as a good deed.”
‘Gave a poor boy five cents/ replied the
hopeful.
‘Ah, ba! that was charity and charity is
always right. He was an ophan boy, was
he?’
‘I didn't stop to ask,’replied the boy;
"I gave him the money for licking a boy
who spit in my dinner-basket.*
IN ONE GRAVE.
A Trait of Indian Life.
An adventurous writer tells the following j
extraordinary story of an Indian cliiei’s i
paternal love ;
Death had tukeu the old chief’s son, and |
his grave was dug on a small eminence, |
some furlongs distant from tho fort. On ■
reaching the spot, wo found an immense !
coucourse of natives assembled, among i
whom the father and family of the deceased |
were conspicuous. Tho funner stood at
tho brink of tho grave in a desponding j
mood; and, though ho permitted no out* j
ward symptom of grief to appear, it was!
yet evident to all that a mighty nnd con- 1
tinned effort alone kept it iu restraint. He :
appeared to be about fifty years of ago,
and his form and features, though stern j
aid swarthy, offered u model of niauly j
beauty. Tho mother and her daughter j
were loud in their expressions of grief; i
but that of the father, from its very calm- j
ucas was the more terrible, anil 1 could |
not but sympathize with the feelings so j
obviously acute, The* weeping and wail- j
ing of the assembled liiends were the only
sounds to bu heard, and for n long while
the business for which they were assem
bled was suspended, as if no one was wil
ling to impose the last trial of their hearts |
upon the bereaved parents.
At length the father gave a stern order
that the body should be deposited in the
the grave ; a mandate which was reluct
antly obeyed by her who had equal cause
to mourn their great loss. The old man
commanded silence, and, iu a resolute tone
of voice, began te address the assembled
multitude. Having called attention to the
different events of his life, as connected
with the rank he occupied, he proceeded
to remind them - always addressing him
self to Mr. D , of the domestic afflic
tions he had endured; concluding with the
recent death of his eldest and most be
loved sou, whose corpse was now before
us.
“Now,” said the old Chief, “the string
of my how is broken, tho last hope of my
declining days lias forsaken me. Seek not j
to dissuade mo from the resolution I have i
adopted, for I have resolved upon follow- i
ing him, and all you can urge will be in
vain; life has no longer any charm for me. j
L was once a hunter, but am no longer so.
1 was once the proud father of two noble
sons, but, alas ! where are they? Where
fore shall 1 continue to cumber this earth j
with my useless presence.”
The silence that now prevailed was so
deep that not even a breath was audible.
The old man folded his blanket around
him, cast* one farewell look on the fair
fields and 'the broad rolling river in the
vicinity, and then, to the surprise of all
present, descended composedly into the
pit, and laid himself upon tho corpse of
his departed son.
“Throw in the earth, fill up the grave,
cover up my lust earthly residence,” he
exclaimed, “Nav, do not hesitate, for I
am resolved to die.”
Screams of agony arose from tho afflic
ted wife and daughters, vehement expost
latioriT were resorted to by ail around, but
the old chief remained firm. Not the ten
derest entreaties of those who \v re and ar
est to him among the living—not the ea
ger representations of his friends, bueke ■
by tiie usually influential voice of Mr. J>.,
could for an instant shake the resolve of
the self devoted victim.
"I will die,” raid the old man; "wok no
longer to prevent it. I repeat it, I will
die !”
When it. was found that all expostula
tions and entreaties were in vain, the
friends held a clamaroon commit among
themselves, which resulted in a decision to
obey the will of the chief. When he saw
his wish would be complied with he again
spoke and gave directions for the disposal
of liis property. His horses were to be
divided among his relations, ten of the
finest being first given to Mr. D., who was
looked upon by tho indiuns as an adopted
father. Meanwhile I had advanced to the
brink of the grave, in order to observe
narrowly the count,emince of the old man.
f could perceive no symptoms of weak
ness. Tho same stern calmness which was
at first perceptible, still continued to char
acterize it, and the clods of earth began
to shower upon him, still not a muscle re
laxed. In the midst of the most fearful
bowlings and lamentations were the horrid
obsequies performed; the clay and the
sand being filled in. The green sod was
at length carefully arranged over thesmull
spot which marked the Inst resting-place
of the living and tho dead.
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The False and the Tine.
As they entered a dry-goods store yes
terday you would have said that love
dwelt in both hearts and that n dove of
peace roosted on every shingle on thereof
of their abiding place. .She saw a lovely
dress, and she begged him to buy, but be
replied :
“Ican’t, darling, not before next week.”
“Can't you, dear ?” sbo smiled. “Well,
I will wait.”
They had hardly passed out the door be
fore be said :
“I’d like to see myself getting that
dress ?”
And she answered :
“Yon couldn't buy one side of it, nnd if
you could you are too stingy aud mean to
do it I Detroit Free Fret*,
An audrieimis robbery was committed
on April 27 in the line Neitve, Brussels.
A man and a female entered a jeweller’s.
After looking over some very valuable
necklaces and lockets they chose four
r ecklaces and two lockets, nnd ordered
them to be sent to a hotel, as the sister of
the Indy was to choose which she preferred.
An employee was sent with the goods iu
the evening, and be found the man sitting
iu the private room which apparently led
to the bedroom. The wife mine in nnd
Raid she would like to show the jewels to
her sister, and took them to the adjoining
room. In a few minutes the husband be
gan to get fidgety and went to look after
bis wife.. When a quarter of an hour had
elapsed the clerk became suspicions, and
on ringing the bell was informed the two
bud left the. hotel. Unfortunately, they
forgot to leave the jewels behind, and so
the jeweler in some 100,000 francs out of
pocket.
"Are you an Old Follow V” “No, sir ;
I've been married for a week.” “I mean
do you belong to the order of Odd Fel
lows ?” No, no : I belong to the order of
married men." “Mercy, how dumb. Are
yon a Mason ?” “No. I.m a carpenter by
trade.” “Worse and worse ! Are von s
Hon of Temperance ?” "Bother you I no;
I'm a son of Mr. John Gosling's. ”
The Noble Women of Georgia.
While thousands of young men nre liv
ing in Idleness, and worse than idleness,
there are many women, tenderly and deli
cately reared, but reduced to poverty, who
have nobly striven with hard fortune nml
wou the battle, by industry nnd thrift.
We have been very much impressed re
cently by certain correspondence of the
New York Tribune, relating to lady far
mers of Thomas county, Georgia. We
learn from this correspondent that it is
told of a widow in that comity, Mrs. Ju
lia A. Mitchell, and, be it ever remember
ed, whose husband died in 1808, leaving
her with a legacy of six daughters and a
debt of $4,000, that she paid it, all and tuts
SHOO in bank. Him did it from a farm, too,
and never lias bought any terterhzers. Hlie
scorned all lien amt homestead laws aud
fought out the buttle with her own hand
and head. .She has fattened and sold the
past year sixty tlnee hogs, nnd also two
horses which she and her two oldest daugh
ters raised. Blit young men need uot bo
taking the ('. L. and 8. trains too hur
riedly, for rumor saitli that tho handsome
Judge who told this true tnlo of the Far
mer's Convention at Tliomasville hath
claims there ; yet they need not stop, for
Thomas hath other fair and skillful daugh
ters equully worthy, some nearer the
Judge’s home. It is also on record that
Misses Joanna uml Margaret Bowman
made last year with their own hands live
bales of No. X cotton, besides keeping
house and gardening in first class style.
They failed, uot for want of merit, in get
ting the premium ut the State Fair, but
purpose this year to try again.
Taking off’bis hat most respectfully to
these noble women, Ibo correspondent
says it is tho spirit, displayed by such per
sons that may well constitute the hope of
the South and her true independence. We
are of the opiuiou that these examples ci
ted from Thomas county can be matched
everywhere in the State, if so, we should
be most happy to receive any records of the
same and publish them, not merely to tes
tify our unbounded faith in the gentle
sex, but also to present such examples be
fore tho men of the city nnd country,
whose eon stunt cry : “l cannot get any
thing to do.” If every idle man iu Geor
gia was usefully employed, as he might lie,
the wealth of tho State would bo vastly
inereated, other men w ould not be com
pelled to labor beyond their proper share,
and the women of the land would have bet
ter husbands, it is a shame lor men with
beard on their fares to tie spinning out
worthless lives, when so many of the fe
male population are engaged in enterprises
of honest industry. It must be remem
bered, too, that very little encouragement
is given in the south to wotnmen who
strive for themselves, but everlasting hon
or be to those who break the bonds of con
ventional prejudice, mid prove themselves
far better than the shiftless “lurks of cre
ation,” and worthy helpmates of the best
of the other sex. —Augusta CounlUuiiuu
alinl.
Gems of Thought
UxoKsi a tree h is borne blow mis iu the
spring, yon will vainly look for fruit in the
nutn mu.
Tub Firro'iz -If there is a past in
which man h tve done ill, let thou have !
hope, for there is a future in which they j
may do well.
Novet.ty. —lt is not only old and early I
impressions Unit deceive us : the churms
of novelty have the same powi r.
Unexpected blessings are always doubly
acceptable, uud are received with greater
joy thrill those we lmd anticipated.
Women charm, as a general thing, in pro
portion as they are good. A plain face
with a heart behind it is worth a world of
beauty. Men who have tried both uni
formly agree to this.
Method Essential. —A great man of the
la it century said : “He who lives not by
the rule lives not at all.” Perhaps there is
more truth in that assertion than some are
at first disposed to admit.
The Good married man can protect all
the unprotected fenu les, nnd make him
self generally agreehle to the ladies, and
yet never leave a doubt on any mind Unit
tl ere is a precious little woman a bom •
worth all the world to him.
Management. —lt is no small commen
dation to manage ft little well. He is a
good waggoner who can taro in a little
room. To live well in abundance is the
praise of the estate, not. of the person. I
will study more how to give n good account
of my little than bow to make it more.
Honesty. -Every man likes honesty in
one way or another. This man likes to
see it in another, enjoying the sight of it
ns that of a costly luxury which lie can
not afford to indulge in; while that man,
wiser and truer, having lost all else, bugs
it as bis priceless fortune, and gloats over
it as nia secret and sufficing treasure.
About Love and Matrimony.
The merry passional can’t fellers have
gotten up anew theory which explain the
discrepancies of married life, Avery an
cient tradition relates that man was orig
inally created male and female in one,
being furnished with it duplicate set of
limbs, and performing bis locomotive
functions with ft kind of rotatory move
ment like ft wheel’ In consequence man
became very insolen'. Jupiter got mad
and split him in two. Since then each
half runs about the world to meet itsn ate,
! and if the two congenial halves meet they
i are a very loving couple. If ou the con
trary, they arc subject to a miserable, puo
; vi.-h, troublesome matrimony. The pu
rest is rendered difficult by a man choos
i ing the half Mint never belonged to him,
I and bis part, necessarily falls into the same
| error; mid thus in tlm course of many cen
turies, society has been thrown into irre
| trievahle confusion with no way to get
out. —Columbus Sun.
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There is an elderly lady in Bhermnn,
j Connecticut, who is very indignant with
j the present laws, as she understands them.
Talking with a friend awhile ago, she said:
| “My husband only got ten dollars for vo
; ting the ticket, while lather got eigh
teen for voting the tl :ket. Wu'n't
j that bio bad? They ain’t nothin' square
nor right about such laws! They orter he
made more equal, and anmthin’ should be
done’ liout it so they’d pay one as much
for votin’ as another.”
“Do you think that souls separated here
i aie united hereafter?” asked a pale,, ema
■ eiated pietest of a friend. “I hope not,”
; wan the chilling reply. “It cut me n
I pretty good figure to get a div‘ roe, and
j when I invested that money jl invested
i it for time and eternity, too. ”j
MISCELLANEOUS.
A moving tail- a hungry dog's.
Between two evils choose neither.
Tho end of everything—the letter g.
Even (he laziest can sometimes
catch ft whipping.
How in iff If does a fool generally weigh? A
simple too.
Tho hilly suits that last longer than yott'
want nre law suita.
“I am bound to have my rights," as the
may said to the shoemaker who had sold'
him a pair of boots, both lefts.
Enterprise. The Chicago Times sold
twenty thousand extra copies on the
strength of the editor's going to jail.
When Agasuz was pressed to delivers
lecture for pay, he replied: “I caunot
afford to waste my tiffi'o for money."
Wind js the difference between a hello
and a burglary The belle Carries false
locks, aud tiie burglar false keys.
Love is Bed tube blind, but I know lots
of pliellows in lovo who can see twice as
much iu their galls as I kan ;—Jbah Hil
lings.
“Is this the Adams Hon*?" asked '
stranger of a Bostonian. "YeR," was the
reply, “it’s Adam’s JfofiW tffftfT/ott get to'
the roof, then it’s caves,”
They wondered at the short collections
in a Missouri church, and investigated to'
\ find that one of the collectors hud tar iu’
j the top of his hat.
A traveler railed for mint-sauce at '
I hotel the other day, nnd the waiter said
they bail none, adding: “OurcOok makes
all tho rniuse into pies, not siiiice. ”
Why cnll him tho “groom” as eight out
"f ten people do? A groom’s business is
to look after horses. A bridesgroom’s
business is to look after his wife's mother.
“Lord, make us tVuly thankful of wlmt
we are about to receive—these hi sen its
ain’t fit ten for a deg to eat,” is the way a
a certain Monroe, Ln., man uslis a bless
ing.
A little American lad who had just com
menced reading thu newspapers, aßked'
bis father if the word “Hon.” prefixed to
the name of a member of Congress meant
"honest.”
A person was told that three yards of
cloth, by being wet, would shrink one
quarter of a yard. “Well, then,” he in
qnire.i, “If you should'wet a quarter of a’
yard, would there be any left?”
A hi tie four year old woke up very early
one morning, and seeing the full moon
from the window, he innocently remarked
"I should tliiflk it w as about time forDod
to take that moon in."
“My dent," said n husband, in startled
tones, after w’lilting his Wife in the middle
of the night, “I Imve swallowed n dose of
strychnine!” “Well, then, do for goodness'
sake lie still, or it may come up. ”
“Dictionaries exchanged for caramels, ”
says a placard in a Chicago candy store.
The girls of that city will certainly partin '
ipate in the spelling matches now that
there is a market for the prizes.”
“Captain,” said a sou of Erin, ns the
ship was nearing the couSt in iuelemeneut
weather, “have ye an almenik on bourd?”
“No, I lmVta’t. ” “The hejabbers, we
shall have to trike tho weather as it
comes."
NO. .4
A cruel jolic nt the expense of those
ladies who are perpetually striving to gain
a hearing in the Dress lms been going the
mound of literary circles, to tho effect
“that they look ranch better in muslin
than ill print. ”
A widow, being. Cautioned by her min
ister about flirting, stiid she knew it was
wrong for maidens and wives to flirt, but
the Bible was her authority. It said
“widow’s mite.” Who was flirting awfully
at last accounts.
The tenor and soprano in a Boston choir
were married recently. A facetious ex
change says that they met by chants, the
usual way, and ultimately agreed to duet.
And the. first addition to the family will"
boa trio.
When are stockings like dead men?"
When they nre men-deil; or, perhups,-
wlien their soles nre departed; or, again,
when they nre nil in holes; or, when they
nre in toe-toe: or, when they are past
heeling; or, when they are no longeron'
their lust legs.
She used to keep bits of broken china
and crockery piled up iu a convenient
corner of the closet, and when asked bet
reason for perieving such and mestic lumber
she shot a lurid glance lit tier husband,'
mid merely remarked; “He knows what
them’s for.”
Baida colored Georgia preacher: “Dir’s
rolibiu’ and stcalin’ all around. Dais be'
Beecher business, de Woodhull business,-
.Sumner is dead, tornadoes come whoop-'
in’ around, de Freedman’s Bank lisa bus
; ted, aud it ’pears as if do end nigh,-
mighty cins at band.”
“It is not our fault,” says a Milwaukee'
; editor, “that wo arc red-headed aud small,-
; and tlm next time that one of those over
| grow n rural roosters in a ball, room reach
es down for our head and suggests that
some fellow has lost a rose bud out of liis
button-hole, there will be trouble.”
A yard-stick is very useful in n Rtore ;•
n stick on the stage is of no use w hatever;
ft stick iu a tmlilcr is sometimes in danger
of making the sidewalk uneven to pedes
trians; u stick of a husband or wife is apt
to be much longer than is desired, nnd a
stick full of mutter iH the commonest thing
read in a newspapers.
A lady who had been teaching her little
four-year-old the elements of aiitlimetio
was astounded bv his running and pro
pounding the following problem: “Mam
mu, if you hail three butterflies, and each
but, oi fly had a bug in liis ear. how many'
butterflies would you have?" The mother'
is still at work on the problem.
A citizen who met an old acquaintance'
on the street recently asked why he wore
a weed ou I.is hat. "For my poor wife
who has passed over the river,” wus tho
inelauolioily reply. “Well, can't she come;
back—aren’t the ferry boats running?”
was the surprised query. The man had to
explain that ho did not refer to tho East
River.
Widows’ Rights. —A gaunt woman
jumped into the Ceutrul Station yesterday,
bonnet askew and eyes blazing, and as alio
readied the sergeant's desk she exclaimed:
“I'm the Widow Coon!”
“All!" remarked the sergeant.
“Aud I want to know if my landlord
can raise tho rent on me?” she went on.
"I viiess so—landlords can do most any
thing. ”.
“But I'm n widow?”
“So you say.”
"Ami isn’t there a law to proteot a wid
ow from having the rent'raised?”
“Never heard of one.”
“And I haven’t any morei rights than a*
married woman?”
“Not one.”
“Very well,” she said, shutting her
teeth together and striking the desk; “if
Ia widow hasn’t any rights I'll marry some-:
i body afore sundown —you hear me now.’
And kicked over a chair and walked'
[(Jut. —Ddroit Free Press.