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Mm ifiNDSTiNCT WMH . ALBANY WEEKLY HERALD: SATURDAY, APRIL 16, 1892. STOHM BOUND. l>y Mid (lH.Vh till* howling 1)1 Wit t tin* fitnnlmUM*, And old, ) 1I1** white drlflfs mid nwlfily uiqiwmhI itli tnow tin* lmidt'('H|H*, fold on fold. 1 "jud it hound lt»* clarion rail* » chk torntg, and then, with strong, ««• 1 Mini pvt jinje*. the mountain wall* And irlon* nml gorge* *weep along. And > *•: out time ne'er heavy hung, Anro'.-id ttioVenrthHnne. warm nml bright, c gutnored clone. hikI laughed and sung. And Morion told, when fell the night, aw Mnyd, a merry girl, would nlng A Urn* old Iwllad, anft and sweet: While ’('11111, attentive, rushed to bring A cushion forher dainty feet. .lien Wiitd the gramlMre, gray with agt» . \V»t h • ngcr ears, the parly drew, ■A>hd li v fin'd to Mime thrilling page Dfhf-.own life- • historic*, too- Iwii in* had fought the HrltIsheers, And :• ven the redskin* blow for blow: :nl '\ll I life With the pioneers. Win*.- lures laid the forests low. Rending aloini, tlie^i music, then New* from l lie storm from some young elf Who. to bclmld the snow again, Had ciattihurud to the window nhetf. And then, perhaps a luxury rar*- \ legend from our |ioet youth, ^^il «f hold knights and ladies fair. And almost everything but truth. I love wan made and friendships formed. And a irnith was given to head and heart: And when at last no more It stormed. And the hour drew near when w* must LL part, a floundering snow we boldly mett ‘ pfrotn that farmhouse, quaint and old. It BWeet meinorles-sweeter yet a any tale there sung or told. iNc ** ‘ ~N. I). Turner In Now Vorh IORTY LOCHINVAR. It may be elated, without r of auccoaaful contradiction, that no period of a man’s existence « Cupid's dart strike so deeply I cause so much sleeplessness as at a ago of one score, or thereabout > known quite a number of men of about that age to be ly, passionately, desperately in . and ultimately to ultimately to recover and h rough similar but less agonizing iriences several times thereafter, ut, ns 1 said, they never in a sin- Instance suffered half so much 1 subsequent attacks ns from that l exjiorlenco. Not that they love 1, but their capacity for suffering 9 diminished—which is something thankful for. for a man who suffer at each recurrronco of > complaint ns much aa he did at 1 first would die of the second or 1 1 elapse. ) victim of this first attack la a >lo creature, particularly when ) "obstacles,” which is usual- ■cuse. ilways feel very sorry for a chap is sort of a pickle, nml I felt par miy sorry for poor Shorty Flom- I know 1 ought not to enoour- > him, but ho was such a good :k> Imggar and so-much In earnest : 1 would have defied a far more man than his brother Jack * lake. Besides Shorty was not > of the chaps who got over any easily, and I knew failure 1 go hard with him. Moreover, was not the only "obstacle.* 1 Parker. Shorty’s Nettie’s papa. 1 objected. He was not a stern, eusonable ixu-unt by any moans, t his abjections, even if presented 1 nuturedly, were none the less ntduhle. rker was a shrewd Maine Yan- 1, with a total dishelief in the abil- ’ of womankind to use reason, and word of some sixty years of devo- u to nn earnest hustle for the fosci- ng but elusive American dollar. Jo *was the only daughter and youngest child In a family of e, and th the old man, close fisted he was, had spared no expense in atlng her liberally. It wns only tl, therefore, for him to object, ally as Nettie was barely eight- , and had only been out of school ’ months. 3o called on Jack one afternoon, t casually, as he usually called, on »wuy to or from town, but with a t purpose. Jock was under the ether, and lay on the sofa. I was ding to him when Parker walked through his hair gravely. Then: "1 quite agree with you, Mr. Parker. I don’t know what to say to Percy, but I will try a little strategy and see if he can be kept at hoiiiemore. If that won’t do I can talk to him.” And here began my connection with Shorty’s love affair. That even ing I wns writing busily when some one opened the door of my den and walked In: It was Shorty. He sat down quietly and took up u paper. which he looked at for several min utes while 1 scratched away at my work. Then he throw the paper down suddenly, und turned to me with. "Robert what wns old Parker here for tixlay ?" I tried to dissemble, but Shorty is nobody's fool, and interrupted. "Oh, rot!" said he. "1 reckon ymi think I'm a sucker. Now. honestly, what wns ho here fort" Finally I told him about the con versation between his brother and Parker. He sat silent for several minutes. I could hoc Mb face twitch. Then he turned his eyes to my face and said slowly: "Taber. I know I’m young and all that, but—I know my own mind. Jack’s a good brother and feels in duty bound to take care of me. but I guess I can ’tend to that 1 saw Nettie Parker several times. She seemed different Her laugh was not the jolly laugh I had been accustomed to hear, and she seemed pensive at times. Wus it her ap- iroaeliing wedding or Shorty! 1 loped it wns Shorty. But somehow when people pine they seem to lose color and get thin, and Nettie Parker did neither. And still no word from Shorty, and the day for the wedding only a week away. It was Wednesday of Thanksgiving lowdy, Flotnln; laid up, air yet Ay, Faber 1 purty warm, ain’t it! I will set a spell." And he : down on the edge of a chair and tracing figures on the floor 1 his big spur. Ho seemed uerv- mnd 1 rose to leave the room, at he waved his hand and said: : daown, Faber. Set still. Guess a’t got nothin t’ say but what ye at ez well hear.” lero the old man stiffened up in teat and stated the object of his lion in a good natured. but thor- ily decided way, closing with: lT Naow, Flemin, I ain’t no ’bjection ’ th’ leetl teller—not one mite; he’s good boy, on all that But a’t in reason tht I’m goin’t’ spend o’n three thousan dollars eddica- 1 a young kin, an then let ’e* go an ’ ’nother young km ’thout ary red. An that’s what it’ll come tow, 1 thing we know." S‘. How, Porker’s remarks were in the 1 > of a revelation to us. Of 1 wo knew Shorty had put in- a many evening^ at the Parker It, but we had never guessed : his visits there had any signifi- A courtship, too, with six big hers loafing around is a difficult is easy enough to fall—just fall lovo with a girl if there is no to hinder. But with six yoi with whom one is on sitting around and occupying ' ‘ ' ition.it portion of one’s attenl matter of getting in Jove, which ipliahed, is rather more serious mere Call into the same. gat up and ran his fingers myself. I—I’ve made up my mind ill- to marry that girl if she’ll have me, and all the Jocks and Sam Parkers in the world can’t stop me." And Mr. Percivul Pimping set his mouth bard and walked out He called at Par ker’s the next evening, despite Jack’s strategy." There waa another caller at Par ker's that evening in the person of Morris Cottrell, a wealthy rancher from up the "Five Mile.” Shorty, when be got home, mentioned this fact to me, with somefeeling in his tones. Cottrell was no old duller. He was a man of thirty, well read and a gentleman, and the prospect of having him for a rival would have sent despair to the heart of any pen niless young man leu determined than Shorty Fleming. For two or three months Shorty oontinued his calls at Parker’s, grow ing more and more gloomy and sav age as the days went by, for old Sam Parker was something of a strategist, and managed to koep the poor lad from getting a single private inter view with Nettie, thereby giving Cot trell a clear field, which was evident ly satisfactory to the latter, although ho did not seem to make much prog ress. One evening Shorty came to my room in a state of mind. He had soon Sam Parker that day, and the latter hod told him, oh gently oh pos sible, some galling truths about Iub ago and his penniless condition, con cluding with tho choorful informa tion that ho "reckoned Nut hod ’bout d’eided t’ take up with Cottrell, any- hoow." Of course Shorty wns despondent, but ho was none tho less determined. “Faber, I'm going to seo her tomor row afternoon, and—and ask her." Tho time and tho hour favored Shorty, but I hardly think Nettie know her own mind. Tho boy who came riding slowly' home through the shadows next evening was a very much downcast boy indeed. Ho told me all about it later 1 how Nettie had wavered, and finally told him that she could give him no an swer. She cared a great deal for him, she sold, but she was.not sure site cared enough, for him. Besides, her father objected to him, and she could never cross her fathor's wishes, when he had done bo muehfor her. Sam Parker must lmvo heard of this interview, and mode up his mind to something. Although he was usually bo good natured, he was as determined as a bulldog, and I think he used some influence in deciding matters, for two weeks later he “dropped in" to toll Jock that Nettie, and Cottrell would he married on Thanksgiving day, two months later. Shorty must have seen tho news in my face, for after supper he drew mo nsido and asked what I knew. I hated to tell him. but did so the best way I could. Tho poor lad stood still as stone for several sec onds. Then, with a shuddering sob, he turned away. In the morning he was gone, with his horse and clothes, leaving no word. Jack and Joe, the other brother, were much worried; hut, as Jack now for the first time acknowledged, "tho boy could take care of himself." Jack and I talked it over during the day, and he expressed a good deal of regret, thinking, however, that Nettie had decided for herself, and that Shorty had no one to blame for his failure. “If it had been differ ent,” he went on, “and Percy had persevered and won, I would have given in, and I think Parker would too, for next year Percy will come into about fifteen thousand. You Bee, I’ve never told him of it, because I wanted him to grow up on his merits and be self reliant I think it has been for the best Joe never knew until he was of age that he hod anything, and we didn’t tell Percy of arationB at Parker's. Tho people for miles around were invited to the wedding, which, old Sam "’lowed," would be "th' banguppest thing they over hed in th' kentry." I rode into town to buy on behalf of Jack and myself something to present to the bride elect. In the postoffleo some one tapped me on the shoulder. I turned. It was Shorty Fleming— Shorty, with a handsome mustache and smiling quite happily. “How long before you’re going out?" he asked. "Right now." "Bully! Faber, go and borrow a horse until tomorrow-, toll 'em yours is lame and you'll have to lead him. Nobody bos recognized me bock of this overcoat collar and the hirsute adornment, and I don't want ’em to. I'll walk out and head up the road. Hurry up with tlie horses.” In about twenty minutes I was fol lowing him. riding a horse I had borrowed and leading my own. I soon caught up with Shorty, and we hurried on. Shorty showed me a letter signed "Nettie.” and proceeded to untcrid a plan he had. in mind, which, for the quality of pure ‘nerve,’’ I had never heard sur passed. There was nobody at the house but Manuel, the cook, and Shorty soon had him sworn to silence, after which he proceeded to camp in the cold lit tle up stairs storeroom off my den, whore nobody could find him. Jack was not to know of his presence, lie said, "because Jack is so thundering honest and peronickety, and would squeal or spoil the job." it then, because he was only seven- mi teen. Joe put his money into the ranch here and kept quiet about it!* He sat silent for a minute; then oontinued: “Of course, this is be tween ourselves. But—do you know, I wish the boy had won. He's a good deal of a man, and, now I come to. think of it the affair has hit him hard. They could have waited a couple of years, you know.” And Jack walked off slowly, taking long whiffs at hit pipe. Several weeks passed, during which week, and there had been great prep- ilo for “Hold the <■ «, -f PORT." The half hundred guests at Pork er's had been enjoying Thanksgiving day to the full. All of Mrs. Parker’s good things had been stowed away where they would do the most good. The minister from town was getting ready for the ceremony, and the guests were bustling about, amid some confusion, trying to find the best points for observation. Nettie Parker, pale for once, stood near the front door pulling her fingers nerv- ting, su; supposedly, for her father. Some one knocked at the door, Nettie pulled it open, gave a little cry, grabbed a man's hat froth the back of a chair and on overcoat from a peg hear by, and rushed out, slam ming the door. Everybody who saw the performance stood still, dazed. Then, as we heard horses’ hoofs clat tering up tho road, there was a rush for the outside. Up the road, disap pearing fast, were two horses, whose ridera were evidently in a hurry. There was another rush—this time for tho stables—led by old Sam Park- But somehow the doors would not open. They had been nailed up, very securely, by a person who was at that moment making hypocritical efforts to get one of them open. When they finally succeeded in mounting two or three men for pur suit the runaways had three or four miles start At this juncture Cot trell, as cool as if he had never thought of attending his own wed ding, come up and spoke quietly to old Parker, who was so dozed that he hod not opened his mouth so far. The old man started. “By gorry, Morris, mebbe thet’s o'rect. No use yowlln over spilt milk. Como on, boys." And they rode off, but not very rapidly. “I told the old gentleman,” re marked Cottrell to me as we turned toward the house, “that it was no use trying to head them off. They’ll be married inside of an hour.” Then, in a tone that contained no trace of bitterness, he continued: “It is for bptter to have happened now than—thoh later. And—as it is —I think maybe there will be only one unhappy person, instead of three.” That was Morris Cottrell— philosopher and man. Mr. and Mrs. Perdval Fleming were met at the justice's office by old Sam Parker, who remarked: “Wa-al, I swow I Yew air a nervy boy 1 Ain’t ye both ashamed on’tt” No, they were not; and after Net tie had had a good cry in her father’s arms the runaways were escorted back to the Parker ranch to receive the congratulations of their friends, foremost among whom was Morris Cottrell.—R. L. Ketchum in San Francisco Argonaut. ,Tb® War Innlrirtit That Hnggaited tho Papular Hymn to P. P. nllM. Your letter oi inquiry ns to the origin oi the hymn "Hold the Fort" was.duly received. The following newspaper clipping i-nntninx tho facts in regard to the matter ho fat ns I have been able to HM-nrtain them '•When Sherman wn* holding At lanta mid -stripping Ilia army for his fa- iuoiih -march to the sea.’ Hood's army was suddenly thrown on Altoona pass, which wits defended by a fort Com inanded by Heneral Corse. The posi tlon war nearly fifty miles from the headquarters ol Sherman, and its vital importiuice was known in both armies and to its gallant commander. “Wheti 'lie enemy (General John stonl ii|i|iniiii-lied. Heneral Corse iniuie up liis hiiihI 11 in 1 (lie position must lie lield 111 all c.and he told tile men that then- v • hi 1.1 lie no retreat nor Mir reiulei K.-i..-mw mountain overlooked the pitM-. m,.1 on rlie summit was a sig nal station, mid after General Corse hud sent 11 mesHiige inloruiing Sherman ol the attack and his purpose of making a desperate delaum. lie addressed him self to tile work ut band with a vigor which wilt always he the theme of song and story ’Tlie attack began early in the morning, and the heavy masses of the Confederate troops were pushed with great determination dose up to the works, and ut one time entered a small redoubt, but were driven back at every assault. AboiitPIO o'clock at night, as one who 'was there' well remembers, the signal statlou llug gave a message which waa not dearly distinguished because of the heavy smoke which hung over our lines, but in a few mo ments tho nssault Blackened a little, and as the smoke blew away the mes sage was read, ’Hold the fort; we are coming.' The meeeage was re peated to all the regimental command- era and was read in every battery, und It waa received everywhere with great obeers. "It was tbe only message received that day. but Sherman ordered It re peated from time to time during the day, and whenever the Immediate duty would permit or the amoke would al low tbe llug to be seeu, every eye was turned to the white flag, with its crim son square stundiug out boldly in relief against the clear sky, and it alwuya said. 'Hold tlie fort; we are coming.' “It was from tills event that the bur den- of Snnkey's religious Jong waa taken, which lias been aung in all great religious meetings wherever tile English language Is spoken. General Corse got 11 severe wound, and (lie losses in Ills command were beuvy. but In tlie afternoon tbe assault wus dis continued." Five years after tlie eloso of tbe war ^(ajor D. W Whittle mode uso of this incident In art address delivered before a Sunday school convention In Illinois, Bliss was leading tlie singing. Tbe re lation of the story and the inannor in which it was used by the speaker made a deep impression upon Mr. Bliss, who at once composed the words of tlie famous song, und on returning to his lioiue In Chicago wrote out the muslo, and a short time afterward It was pub lished and given to the world. This was In May, 1870. A few weeks before tbe death of Mb Bliss, In talking with hitu about Ills popular songs, he re marked to me that he hoped that he was not to lie remembered in the futnre only us tlie author of "Hold the Fort," as jie thought that he bod written many songs much better than that one. - Ira 1) Saukey in Christian Onion. Thu beggars of Paris. There is another thing that I have been glad to notice over hero, and that is the generosity of the rich to the poor. I have never seen a beggar hold out Iris band in vain; but then all mendicants who can prove themselves truly unable to work or to procure employment are licensed here, and you generally k you generally know that your cop per cent, or petite piece blanche, will not go far astray. I understand, though, that on New Yeor'B day any man, woman or child so inclined can beg on the street cowers, and I am told you cannot City Government In Gerfasny. In Germany, city work is a science as far from politics as is the science of engineering or architecture. Each salaried alderman is responsible for a single department, or for several closely allied parts of the public busi ness. He does not serve, as do our aldermen, on three or four scattered committees-schools, licenses and sewers—about none of which he has any scientific knowledge. He is elected to his office because of his knowledge and skill in a special field of municipal work, and takes charge of that department. Thus, city work offers to a young German a life career, just os railroading, or manu facturing does in America. An educated man makes a special study of water works or building laws or poor relief. Ho letu-ns the meth ods of the best European cities. He sorves his time in the administration in some’ small town, and perhaps gets a place at tho head of his chosen department in some small city, and tries to make that department a model of efficiency and economy; finally, he finds the end of his pro fessional ambition in being promoted to the same work in one of the great cities of the kingdom. Here he has a place of dignity in the social world, and if successful holds a life office with the assurance of a pension for himself and his family.—Professor F. G. Peabody in Forum. . An Eye Snell. Did you ever hear of an eye snail? It is found on tlie coast of some of the South Pacific islands, a product of tho sea,' and in appearance not unlike the boll of a dry English pea. Tbe flat Is slightly concaved, and by close In spection the numerous small legs can be teen In readiness for business, close ly folded together. Now comes the most singular part of the story: Place the little animal un der tbe lid of the eye, and be springs off, running all about and around tbe ball apparently in search of anything of a foreign nature, which, should he find, lie will seize, and eome out of tbe eye evidently satisfied with having per formed his duty Stranger still, tlie thing remains life- lea In the puuket until immersed in a Uttle vinegar whereupon it begins Jumping about, signifying Its willing- dcss to work. Although the thing resembles tbe half of an English pea, there is nothing Irritating ubout it In tlie eve. Whites are made acquainted witli its use by tbe natives, who frequently get grains of sand in their eyes while diving.— Pittsburg- Dispatch. Flogging In England* . Tlie flogging in the army and navy during the Eighteenth century in England is appalling, to think of. That carried on ashore is a subject of some obscurity. The punishment of whipping has never been token out ot the lows. Garroters and rob bers who are violent ore still flogged, and boys are birched. I know not when they censed to flog men through the streets at tho cart tail, nor when they left off flogging women. The practice certainly continued well into the century. In the prisons it was a common thing to Hog the men. As for the severity of the laws pro tecting property, one illustration will suffice. What can be thought of laws which allowed the hanging of two children for stealing a purse with two shillings and a brass coun ter in it? Something, however, may be said for Father Stick. He ordered every thing, directed everything, superin tended everything. Without him nothing was ever done, nothing could be done. Men wore flogged into drill and discipline, thoy were flogged into courage, they were flogged into obedience: boys were flogged into learning; prentices were flogged into diligence: women wore flogged into virtue. Father Stick has still his disciples, but in the last century he was king.--Walter Besant In Har per’s. jS-TVILO £ CHERRY Vbitters RELIEVES ill Stomach Distress. REMOVES Ksnsea, 8eon ot. If CoHOEinoit, Fair. REVIVE8Faiuro ENERGY. RESTORES Normal Circulation, soft Warms to Tor Tin, OR. NARTIR MEDICINE CO.. St. Louis, Ho. Good i Times ON WASHINGTON! Do you want to feel good in the midst of these hard times ? Well then go to the A Tlionghtloiis Woman* Mont Perdu, in the Pyrenees, is difficult of ascent, and a Frenchwom an,-'Mme. L . had made a vow that she would be the first woman to stand upon its summit. She engaged four guides, and pledged them to carry her body to the summit, alive or dead. No carrying was, needed, however. The party camped over night on the way, and in tlie morning trium phantly gained tho top. But now the fair climber undid all the glory of the exploit A bottle had long been kept in a niche of rock at the top, to be opened by each rare newcomer for the inscription of his name. Our heroine opened this bot tle,'scattered its precious contents to the winds, and inserted her card in their place, declaring that there should be but one name found on the crest of Mont Perdu. Great was the indignation in the valley when the ungenerous act waa noised abroad. A young stranger, who was staying at St. Sauveur, no sooner heard of the occurrence than he started up the mountain, and a day or two later Mme. L——, then in Paris, received a polite note inclos ing the card that she had left as a boastful memento on the summit of Mont Perdu.—Youth's Companion. take a step without putting your hand in ft is well to go with your pockets; and these well lined-if one wishes'to pave the road to paradise with the blessings received on that day.—Paris Cor. The Argonaut. . A lalttl* England In Chin*. Hong Kong Is a Uttle England, the creation of English energy, enterprise and industry Forty years ago it was a barren rock; Inhabited by a few squalid fisher folk. Today it lias a population of 160,000 souls and a rev anue of £860.000 a year. Df late years It has added sugar refining to its other Industrie*, and what with its banka Its manufactories. Its newspaper, it* tram way and its docks, It is ooe ol the most, thriving places in th* world. - London Tit-Bit*. Bather Rliky. Insurance Examiner—Are you en gaged in any dangerous business! ■ Applicant (hesitatingly)—Well—er —not just at present, sir; but if I'm alive I’m going to make a try of elopin with my beet girl tonight— New York Epoch. Th* First Porterhouae Steak* The first porterhouse steak was so named in New York city, in the famous old tavern of Martin Mor rison, at 387 Pearl street This waa a favorite resort of seafaring men. A steak being called for by an old pilot one night, Morrison said that he had no steaks, but would cut and broil for him a thick slice from the sirloin which had just been prepared for roasting the next day. Morrison’s place was known as the Porter House in the neighborhood, and its frequent ers soon got to talking about the Porter House steaks. Morrison final ly told Gibbons, his butcher in the Fly market, to cut up sirloins for him thereafter.—New York Sun. A Rash Young Mu. There was a young man who thought to puncture a woman’s shell of culture by some bit of knowledge at random about Egypt which had stack to him from his college course. As it happened, the .woman had just prepared a paper on early Egyptian art For weeks she had lain down with the Hyksos and risen up with the Pharaohs. Now she made mis siles out of Herodotus and heaved chunks of Layard at him until he was speechless and would fain have crawled under the table, for they were at dinner.—New York Evening Sun. m SB STORE! and examine the new line of Em broideries, Laces, Hosiery, Shoes and other Notions. We sell for cash only and there fore we give you very low prices. Call and see. Waldrop & Williams. Notice of Application to Soli Landi. STATE OF GEORGIA, • 1 DOUQHBKTY COUNTY, i To All Whom It Muy Concern: Nelson F. Tift, .Tnrnos M. Tift nml T. N. Wool- folk, miininisti’utoi’s of Nelson Tift* deceased, lmvo applied tome for leave to sell tne.lands of said deceased, which application will be heard on tho first Momlav in May next. This 4tli day of April, 1892. SAMUETa W.HMITH, apu*w4t Ordinary Dougherty County, Un. A FITTINGREMARKS! As she gazed on that pretty dis play, She was heard most distinctly to say: “It is perfectly true; That’s the prettiest shoe I’ve looked on in many a day?’" And it goes without saying, That she purchased the shoes. From Cox & Muse, Who are known to keep The prettiest of SHOES. LADIES: Our elegant low-quartered shoes have arrived. They are new, pretty, stylish, well-fitting and durable. They surpass anything we have eyer had, or you ever saw. Call and we will be pleased to show and fit them. MUSE & COL