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The rumiira ran throughout the camp AU Might. Wo dreamed we hoard the tramp : * s \ - ' , i ' -YOUR- The durknees had intuhslflfd Of A’oet grim hosts Qn every aide. ■ No than could eay in our suspense Just who surrounded us, or whenoe Had come the foe whose end ices ranks Of horse and foot were on our flanks.. % Unseen, at the first fall of night, ‘Cannon had leaped to every height, And serpent earthworks, mound on mound. Engraved and looped and roped us round. The mist was like a choking path The ghost of some grave’s tmirhlo wall Against our faces, and therein We were like insects (‘lamped, within Moon colored amber. And so We Felt the wide dawn we could not see Soak through the air. The very ground Was hid. and only by the sound Could each man know hi* fellow’s place; No one therein saw any lace. We armed and horsed us rank on rank. Vague noises and our saber's clank Sounded a dull and weary din Whore scabbard’s glitter should have been. And splendors of the gathering storms Of sleek hides and bright.uniforms. Creak lugs anti orders all then seem Like shadow sounds Inside a dream. And yet beyond theso sounds are heard Murmurs whereof we catch no word; And from afar large whispers spread And meet among us overhead. As if some numberless arroy Were rustling toward us as Its prey. It was broad day now. In so far That the fog had more light to bar. Cannon spoke loud arimml; but they Told only that our danger lay Unseen on every side. How great It was nrt guess could penetrate. The temper und the lust of tight Grew in uk with the growing light; And then the mist waxed dun with smoke. The air stirred, the Im/.e almo.-t broke; We caught blurred glimpses of tin* hills- Of men on them like tite wheat that thrills Under n wind. No rider Hi Irrcd, Astride we waited for the word. And when It came our sabers (lushed. Our war cry rang, the crushed: Hoofs thundered as spurs tore and gored. Our colored torrent leapt and roared Whither we knew not. against whom, Nor why, nnr to what goal or doom. Toward the horizon least enlarged Our glad from wheeled, aud then we charged. . —Edward Lucas White In Now York Hun. CALL AT THE- |We pfter a full line of Ladies' ancl‘ Gents’ SLIPPERS hn Plush, Alligator and Ouze. A full line of good and re liable toes, Shoes, Shoes; ‘or the Ladies, Gents, Ijsses and Children. All Qected specially for the oc- sion. lA full line of Leather Bags, Rinks, Umbrellas, etc., etc,, popular prices. SIGN GOLD BOOT. A CRUEL REVIEW. LL. WIGHT* GO. Washington Street, Albany, 6a. LET’S TAKE t SIDE! The Barnes Sale and Livery Stables, 1m. Godwin PROPRIETORS. H is new buggies and the best oi I ho:ses, and will furnish you a turn- [ out at very reasonable prices. Ac- emmodations for drovers unex- [led. These stables are close to f Hotel Mayo, on Pine street, being | centrally located, and the best place in town to put up your team. Gall on us for your Sunday tura- nts. * WM, GODWIN & SC He cut it up root and branch—of that there can be no doubt. He gave it what he technically atylod “a slating." and ns he threw down his pen and leaned back in bis chair he muttered, "l think I've pretty woll settled that dunce’s business!" He was n very clever young man— a little too obtrusively clever per haps to be an ideal critic; he was not content to.pnss by feebleness and folly with a fow tnild. pitying words of condemnation; lutJJjilS. at them with all hiH skill and force, with that weapon which is “mightier than the sword," pierced them again and again with portal wounds. Many a young author, talcing up a damp, fresh copy of The Censor from the breakfast table and searching eager ly for a review of his beloved novel, had read such scathing sentences, such cruel witticisms, such merciless mockery as had caused him to lay down the paper with trembling hand, damp, pale brow and with strangled heart, to push his untasted repast from him and to feel that for him breakfast, luncheon, tea, dinner and supper were henceforth ex ploded institutions. Some | foil: might think that there was all the less excuse for his sever ity, in that just then George Charl ton’s prospects were looking particu larly bright in every way. His post on that prosperous paper, The Censor, was an assured one. A five act play of his had just been_ accepted ‘ by Adolphus Bolingbroke', lessee and manager of the great Omnium theater, and yesterday his own beau tiful, adored Gertie had confided to him, on being tenderly pressed upon the subject, (jiat June was her fa vorite month of the year and that Thursday was her favorite day of the week. Considering all things, therefore, some might say that he ought to have been kinder to the author of Seared Hearts,” but the higher our spirits with the more zest do we ply our different callings, and it was pos sibly because the man George Charl ton was in a particularly bright and happy mood that the critic George Charlton was particularly “fit," and consequently particularly merciless to trash and twaddle. The book, as it happened, came be fore him at an unlucky moment; and in truth “Seared Hearts” was a foolish, feeble, flashy story, with ethereal, impossible heroine and wild, reckless, Greek profiled hero com plete; forced situations and weak, in flated style; forced views of life: characters like nothing, and he pre pared accordingly to give it, in his already quoted phrase, “a slating." Never was author flayed more merci lessly. “This story,” said Charlton, “in a more marked degree than any we can remember, seems to have been written for the express purpose of showing what the author cannot do. Can any one inform ns why it is that the Writers (save the mark I) who have not even the talent to describe everyday occurrences' with a touch of humor or of pathos, to draw commonplace character with toler able truthfulness, are generally those who undertake to show us life in its most tragic aspect and the human heart in its stormiest,.most passion ato workings? ‘Hugh Ellis’.is a mas culine cognomen, but we doubt if the worst masculine literary sinner ever perpetrated, quite jo much folly ok lies between the ornate covers, sprinkled With' slightly scorched hearty, of the work before us. ’The mob of gentlemen who write with ease' have, since Pope’s day. been supplemented by on equally large mob' of ladies who write, alas I with even greater ease, and it is among the ranks of these, we fnney, that the author of ‘Seared Hearts’ is to be found,” "For shame, Charlton I" we fane; a ehoniH of feminine voices crying: “if you suspect the book to tie from a Woman’s hand, have you the heart to cut it up: You. so gallant, so de voted to us. so popular a squire of dames I" Ah. ladies! He has his answer ready for you. "Nonsense, my dear girlsl No man is more devoted to women than I: but when you come before me us novelists you cease to tie women, and whou 1 poise my critical scalpel in hand 1 reuse to be a! mnn-voyez vousl Introduce gallantly und ehiv airy into the arts and there is an end of nil honest criticism." And taking up his pen again he goes for that unfortunate novel. - "Tiie hero of 'Seared Heaits,’ probably the ’most absurd creation that ever walked the world of fiction —even of Indies' fiction — possesses, we are informed, ’darkling, fateful, in satiable eyes ’ \Vhut does this mean 1 ‘Hugh Ellis' should have appended a glossary to Ids work. ’And a mouth that kept its owner’s secret well’- tliis'is easier to understand; the uion had evidently lost his teeth.” And so on to the bitter ond, fleer ing and sneering, with now and then a deep, sharp tlinist, ran Charlton’s pen, until lie concluded his review with these words; “ ‘Seared Hearts' is undoubtedly the worst novel of tho season—a sea son finitfnl of poor uoyels. To that ’had eminence' lias ‘Hugh Ellis' nt tallied, and it is to be hoped that, finding himself there, he will see fit to lay aside the pen which he wields so ill." “1 can’t help it if the follow or girl whichever it Is—is, cut up," muttered Churl tun. us Jie rose from his writing table in his sanctum at The Censor's office. ’,’1 must do my duty. It'S the wretchedest stuff over put between covers, We critics are secret is one that you don’t know- one that shares my heart anil my thoughts with you—one that would surprise you very much, and that, If the ornate covers, '"you knew it, Would, I think, do away with your notion that I am a silly, empty little thing.” “ ‘My notion that* you are a silly, empty little thing?' My darling child, what are you talking of? 1 think you the sweetest woman 1 ever met I” “It is very dear of you to say bo; but I fancied you thought me just a little—no, I won’t say it again, if it vexes you: 1 will contout myself with ‘Saying that if you knew this secret of mine it would perhaps raise ine to n higher place—not in your love, dear, hut in your—in your—1 shall have to say esteem, though that is not quite tho word I want.” "And what is this grand secret? The little woman 1ms not been hatch ing plots tc overthrow tho govern ment, 1 hope?" She did not lieod his jesting words. Her head was raised and she was looking nt him with a bright, earnest look; her lips opened, then she-shook tier curls and sighed. “No, 1 haven't the courage to tell-you tonight; por- haps the next time I see you 1 shall have summed up enough. It is to late now we must part." A minute later George- Charlton was walking away down tho street lighting u cigar. Little witch I” he muttered. “She name of 'Hugh - Hugh Ellis f”. "Great heavens!” he ejuuulated in voluntarily. “Why wasn’t I told?" He would have given anything to recall the words, but they wore out; it was too late. Gertie drew her arm away from its position around his shoulder, stepped back a pace or two, threw, back tho curls from her brow, looked at him with flnahing eyes and cheeks tliut had suddonly grown crimson: “Was it you who wrote that shame fully cruel review? Yes, I see it was. It is your hand thut lias dealt me tho most agonizing blow I lmve ever felt. It is you who have torn down my castle in the nir. It is you who, with your wicked, mocking,' unjust"— "Gertie, spare 1 mol On my knees I ask for pardon. Consider, love, that I had no idea who ‘Hugh Ellis’ was." When the Lump Explodes. Policemen and firemen are fre quently’ called into private houses to put out exploding lamps or clothing that has caught firo from uu accident of the kind. When n lamp is blazing ceiling high it requires considerable nervo to tako hold of it and hurl it out of the window, but that is tho simplest aud host way to prevont dis aster. If that is impossible, or if the burning oil has got on tho carpet or table-cover, a shovelful of sand or, failing sand, of common soil will gen erally do all tlint is necessary. PROFESSIONAL CARDS. J IV. WtLIBRS, ATTOltNEY-AT-L.VW. Practice In nil the Court, of the Albnny Cir cuit, and olaewhora by- aimelnl contract. , -. Olilco In \ cntulutt Block, Wnahlngton.street., £ It. JOSHS, 7 - . 7 ■ i.AWYEU AND IlKAL ESTATE IIItOKER. i_l i <t f Local agent Kquitnhlo Building and Loan As- soolutiou, Albany, Gu. 2-U-<Uw-ly. C. 11. Wooten. / W. E. Wooten, yyoOTJGIY Sc WOOTEN, City AtPy. ATTORNEY - AT-L A W. Olflcc in Vcntiilott’i BUlok, Washington street, Alutuiy, Go. 2-ll-d«w-ly. W. T. JONEN. ATTORNEY-AT-LAW. All hu.'duvfif promptly and persistently at tended Id. • Oillco in V- liiiaghaui's Block, Broad street. Tolepumu? si'. um iioniNttoN, PHYSICIAN AND HUiUiEbN, Ofllco over Gilbert's Drug Store, Washington Albany, (in. W/ 1SMI*\V- JDAVIM, PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON. was more oncliantiiig than over to-1 Tho same applies to any one whoso night l What is this wonderful secret | clothing is covered with oil and on of hers?” Then, after a pause: ”Tlio j fire. If ho can lie down and have idea of her saying I thought her a j eomo soil shoveled on his clothes the silly, einpty little thing 1 She is just | tho firo will go out instantly, whereas what a woman should be—pretty, a dozen buckets of water would hurt Ofllco over II. .T.I.mnnr $ Sou’s Drug Stem mi nor Broad and Kosldoiico streets. Rosidon corner Flint and deilurmui streets. W. P. Kl'MIUN, ill, !»., bright,_mniablo and with taste to dress her eliaming figure to perfection. No fomiile geniuses for me, thanks," said Charlton, puffing nt his cigar. "1 may he behind the spirit of tho age in saying so, but 1 don’t like ’em. A woman has no business with genius, and I don’t admire it iu her any more than 1 do other accidental masculine qualifies- a bass voice, for instance, or a beard. By Jove I”-with a . cli’iekle- "1 suppose my life wouldn’t he worth n moment’s purchase if 1 ‘ made public these soutimeuts lit a qieetinfc of the shrieking sisterhood." him much worse than the firo. A bucket of sand standing hi a cup board in a room where a coal oil lamp is burned is a good precaution, end may check at the start what might otherwise ho a most disastrous fire.—Interview in St. Louis Globe- Democrat. It vi two or threo days before Georgif Charlton saw hisi'etrothed again. When that time hod elapsed he called in ' Nugent Gardens one evening with tomo tickets 1 fol’ a con- litorury policemen,.and,it is-our duty cert, ..-He ivas shown into the draw to 'move on' or ’run in' the crowd of in^ Topm, where lie wns joined,by diiiicos that choke up the avouiies of fame." And emerging a few minutes later from the office of The Censor, George Charlton mounted iulo a passing hansom aud was' whisked away to his club. If the young critic had felt any slight touch of compunction re garding the severe treatment he had meted out to the author of “Seared Heaits,and the probable, sensations with which that literary- .aspirant would read the review which would appear in the course of two or threo days, the feeling did not remain long with him. and he had quite forgotten it when, oh the evening wore on, he found himHelf "in beauty’s circle, proudly gay,” nt a "small and early" at his Gertie's homo. 7 It was an unpretentious affair, but very pleasant—music and singing (a distinction, he it observed, which in some drawing rooms is a most wise and necessary one), a little carpet dance and a supper. At one hour past midnight George Charlton and his fiancee were taking a tender fare well in the hall. It wns a difficult business—parting. Five goodbys had been said and the sixth was now in progress. "Is my boy very tiredHas ho been working very, very hard today?" How adorable she was, he -thought, in her crimson silk frock, with its square cut bodice and short sleeves; her auburn hair curling round her brow and knotted at the back of her head; the dimples coining and going in her fair cheeks; her little hands reaching upward to turn up the col lar of his ftvercoet as a defense against the night wind. “Has my boy been working very, very hard today?" “Tolerably hard, my sweet Gertie. I have to make my way, you know. "And how well are you making it, you dear, clever old boy, what with your play and writing for the news papers. Have you been writing arti cles today, George?” “What does a little fairy like yon care to know about newspapers and articles? Your little curly head was never meant to think of anything but love and kisses f “No; but really, love”—the curly head lay against his shoulder now and tbe rosy mouth was just set free again for speech—“1 do take the greatest interest in your work. George,” in a mysterious whisper, “suppose I were to tell you a little secret?” “And suppose.” in a like mysteri ous whisper, “that I were to tell you h little BMretf I think 1 can guess the gist of both little secrets—that we love each other!” “Yea, dear George; but I shouldn’t have called that a secret, because We each know that well, don't we? My his prospective mother-in-law. “1 don’t know whether Gertie will be able to see youi" said the latter, who looked troubled. “Sbmething has upset her sadly today and she has been shut up in her own room for hours." Charlton expressed much concern and soitow. “May I'not know what it is that has grieved her?” he said. “1 am not sure whether I am at liberty to toll you," rejoined Mrs. Holmes. "Perhaps she will toll you herself, if she feels fit to see you; and l am certain. George, that if you can give the po'— child any comfort, you will. I will go and tell her that you are here." Left alone in the room, George Charlton paced up and down once or twice, somewhat disquieted to hear of his pretty Gertie’s sad mood and wondering what the .cause of her agitation might bo. Presently there was a footstep on the stairs outside, the rustle of a dress at the door, and she entered. She wore a tea gown, her bonny curls were pushed back partly from her brow, her cheeks were white, her eyes heavy and diBoolored with long weeping. She came hastily across the room—came into the arms ready to receive her—and then her tears hurst out again. "Oh, George! oh, George! Help me to bear it, dear! My heart is broken I" By every tender word and caress he strove to soothe her and at length, when her convulsive sobs became a little quieter, -he said, “Won’t my lit tle girl tell me the cause of her Bor row?" And in broken words, interrupted by many a piteous sob and gasp, she began to speak: "You remember that I told you”— sob—sob— “that I had a secret The secret was that I had written a”— sob— sob—“had written a”—sob—"a —a—novel”—sob—sob—sob. “It has been a dream to me”—sob—“a castle in the air—for months”—sob—sob. “I thought it was so—so good I—so- so—clever I and that when it ap peared. and every one was praising it—you Would be so—so—proud ol! me—as well as fond of met And now—now —oh, the dreadful review 1” She pressed her eyes to her lover’s shoulder, and her voice was lost in a storm of sobs, amid which the words “The Censor” and “cruel wretch” alone were audible. Charlton held her from him sud denly and looked into her face, and his unukual pallor and tragic aspect frightened away her sobs effectually. “What was your novel called?” he said, “and what name did you write under?” \ “It was called—‘Seared—Seared Hearts.’ and I—wroter=under the 1 Tho Viirui'liuiiito Clam. The first man who used the ex- ‘Don't bo a clam,” should bo credited with a hit of advice chock full of wisdom. ' Somebody is after the clam in season and out, day ami' night. It is devoured in soft shelled infancy by fislios, sea fowl and crows, is sealed in cans, made into stows and chowders, baked in big piles on the seashore, boiled in free lunch barrooms and dug for fishermen's bait, The clam furnishek food for many men of many lands, and also for seals, polar hears, tho walrus, foxes, crows, gulls oml fishes, and tliero never wob a bait, with the exception possibly of porgy chum—i. e., ground up porgies—that equaled the Clam for sea fishing. The clam is at home on the Maine const, thriving in the mud of sheltered beaches between high and low wator marks.—Cor. Now York Sun. Having kiOntoil pornmnuntlv ir Albany,le- apuctly tumlurs bis professional son-lcos to town mul sniTouiuliiiR country. Ofllco on Broad street over Crain <& gonp Book. Store. Ofllco hours, 8:80 to 11:80 a. in* and 2:80- to 6:U0 p. m. ltoslrlonco on Washington street near J. L. .lay. Telephone No. 63. •. m BONDS FOR SALE. Wo ofler for sulu-the following bonds of tin; city of Albany, Gn.: Bonds to ho Of tho denomination of ono thous and dollars ouch, and to hoar Interest from tlio day of their Wuuioo at thu rate of six.per centum per annum, interest to ho paid annually.. Bonds to he fully paid oil’in twenty-live yfjpra from January lib ikui, at pi In tin* follow manner and amo.ints, to-wit:' On Jan’y lfl, iwu, principal fl,ouo,'Interest The Largest Olive Orchard !n the World. The largest olive orchard in tho world belongs to Mr. Ellwood Cooper, of Banta Barbara county, California. Mr. Cooper purchased the land occu pied by this mammoth grove of ori ental trees away back in 1871, the entire orchard, including the portions of it which are devoted to the culture of English walnuts, Japanese persim mons, almonds, etc., comprising 1,700 acres. The orchard how has 10,000 .olive trees, 8,100 in full bearing, the remainder being young trees set out during the past year and a half. Be sides the olive trees, there are 8,000 English walnut trees, 4,500 Japanese persimmon trees, 10,000 almond trees and about 4,000 other fruit and nut trees. The 10,000 olive trees yielded 40,000 quart bottles of olive oil in 1891.—St Louis Republic. Flying Five Rite* Together. On May 9,1891, at Bergen Point, N. J., I sent up five kites, from two to four feet in diameter, all held by one string at tho surface of the earth. Hie altitude of the highest kite was probably nearly a mile, as roughly calculated from the slant and length of the strings. It is therefore dear that the number of kites to be'flown is limited only by the strength of the g, its length, and the force and linees of toe wind. The various ly colored kites fly one above another, with a very pretty effect They look like colored disks floating irregularly at a great height, because each kite is held at a slightly different angle from every other, maxing differences of position in toe sky.—William A. Eddy in St Nicholas. A Ugh. Corned Un. Mrs. McMoriarty—Phatisyour son doin now, Mrs. O’Rafferty? Mrs. O’Rafferty—Sure he’s adopted to’ stage as a profession, Mrs. Mo- Moriarty. Mrs. McMoriarty—A lift’ avenoo stage is it? Mrs. O’Rafferty—Be away wid y’r nonsense I It's an actor he is. He do he a light comedian. Mrs. McMoriarty—A loight com edian is it? Mrs. O’Rafferty—Yis. He stands beyant toe back .curtain, and his mouth to a hole fomlnsta candle, an whin Pawnee Ike shoots at to’ can dle he blows it out reigned.] HU», * / IM>7, ••/ lbiia, •• low, ■ *• 1UUU, . * JWii. “ iWM, « lUOfi, •• JUvo, ” .MOV, Ili0> •• f inn, V 13-.| *• i Mil/, *• HUM, - H)H, “ 1010, HUM, 1U17, 1018, » 4JAJ0, 4,000, . n m 4m 4,000, 4,000, Wll.LOOK M K SV OFFICIAL ST*TKMENT. I’lirposo of Issue: For Waterworks t Sowcrngo. Total amount of Issue: Onp hundred thous~ suiul dollars. Muturlty: Four thousand dollars annua for twenty-live yours, beginning Jau. 16,1004. Bate: Blx per centum, payable annually.. Principal and lutorost, where payable: tho .Mercantile National Blink, New York. Issued under what authority: Act a —uguut 28th, 1880. Section Ml of Revised City of Albany, tia n adopted March tf Vote: Election held April lfltli, 1 hundred and eighteen votes oast for l two votes against bone bonds, on ot proporty for I ' 1801, showing rola W 1890, &271,K Assessed valnai for years 1889, 181 crease: 1889, fl *2,401,480. Rate of taxation: Seven-tenths of one ] cent. RESOURCES: From tuxution .........1. From licenses..,.' Other sources Total Estimated revenue to be derived from waterworks .9 8 Total Current expenses.., Hnrplns This is the only bonded indebtedness of t city. S o floating indebtedness. Population: Between 6/XX) and 0*00. I hereby certify that the foregoing i is true and correct to thp best of my k and belief. [Signed.] W. H. Gilbkrt, Mayor. Attest: Y. C. Rcbt, Clerk. SEALED BIDS. Bids for the aforestated bonds will ho i celved up to June 1st, 1802, at J1 o’clock i for the whole Issue or any part thereof. The City Council reserves the right to i any or all bids. „ _ Mayor and Cou Of City of Albany, C Richard Hobbs. A. W. Hobbs & Tuckefv ALBANY, GEORGIA. Bay and sell Exchange; give ] attention to Collections, and rei same on day of payment at i rates; receive deposits subject checks, and lend money on ap time papers. Correspondence i HBB J We repr ance Con surance ( ■,\k .• • • : A*r;.' tS&ii ■