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ALBANY WEEKLY HERALD: SATURDAY, jUfrE 25, 1892.
DROWNED.
Dlahop Pawell, af* Thonm.TlIle, Whe
Game With the Calarrt ^xcaniaiUta
Ta>Day, 1)reward la the Blear*
Bishop Powell, the 16-yenr-old son
of Elder Powell, a colored divine of,
Thoniasville, was drowned in Flint
river about 8:80 o’clock Friday after
noon, while In bathing In the box-
yard wash-hole just shove the old B. &
W. bridge.
Powell was a porter of the Stewart
House, of Tliomasville, and came up
on the colored excursion this morning.
Just after dinner he, with seven or
eight companions, went to the river
with the Intention of going in swim
ming, or rather wading, as very few
of the orowd could swim.
The deep water deterred all but
Powell and another darkey from going
In, but these two remained in the
water for some time, Powell staying
near the bank, while the other darkey
swam out in the deeper water.
There is a sort of ledge of rook ex
tending out three or four feet from
the bank, which is continually under
water, consequently very slippery.
Powell was standing on this when his
feet slipped from under him, and he
sank in fifteen feet of water.
The other boy, who was stunding
near by, tried to save him, but came
near being drowned In the attempt.
The uu)& who were on the bank say
that Powell came to the surface at
lnafet a half dozen times before he went
down.
They brought the clothes up town
and telegraphed the drowned boy’s
father, who is presiding elder of the
Tliomasville colored Methodist dis
trict. At the hour of going to press
no attempt liqd been made to recover
the body.
The prohibition campaign in Au-
gUBta ia getting red-hot.
Carl Bchorz has given it out that
he will take the stump against Harrl-
Thk cold-blooded villain is much
more comfortable than the warm
hearted man these days.
The Democratic Wigwam has stood
the test of a oyolone; the Democrats
need fear no approaching storm.
Senator Gordon has returned to
Washington, considerably improved
in health by a rest of six weeks at
home.
Senator Hill denies the report that
he will attend the Chicago convention.
and 1 says that he has no idea of do
ing so.
There’s time enough yet for a cam
paign in the Second Congressional
district that can be made very lively
for Candidate Stevens.
Capt. 0. P. H^nskll has oharge of
the Thomasville Times-Enterprlse
while Editor Triplett Is off as delegate
to the Chicago convention.
to
Kate Field says she wants
shake hands with Dr. Balnsford, the
New York divine, on the subject of
civilizing the saloon by tolerance.
And now the editor of the Atlanta
Constitution has called the editor of
the Savannah News a liar. The con
gregation will please remain seated;
there’s no cause for alarm.
Another tornado, doing muoh dam-
• age to property, is reported from the
Northwest. Chioago was visited on
Monday by a small cyclone. It was
short, but terrific. Eight lives were
lost, and the big Democratic Wigwam
somewhat demolished.
Gen. Tract, of New York, said to
Col. W. B. Morrison, who is nursing a
little boom of his own, in Washington
City on Wednesday: “Morrison, we
are going to nominate Cleveland at
Chicago or die.” To whloh Morrison
replied: “Traoy, are you sure you are
not going to do both?”
About nrpocritea.
From the 8nn Antonio (Tex.) Church News.
The man who says he is kept out of
the church by hypocrites is not lnflu.
enoed by them anywhere else.
Business is full of them, but If he
sees aohanoe to make money he does
not stop for that. The theatre is full
cf them, and, yet, he will go there and
pay to look at them. Society is orowded
with them, and yet, he never thinks of
beoomlng a hermit.
Harried life is full of them, but that
■doesn't make him remain a bachelor.
Hell is full of them, and yet, be is
not doing a tblng to keep from there,
He wants to have you think he is
trying to avoid the society of hypo
crites, and yet he takes not a single
.step toward the only place in God's
universe where no hypocrite can go,
and by his conduct proves that he
himself is the biggest kind of a hypo
crite.
AXIUle Bur Painfully ■
Little Charlie Whire, son of Mr. and
Mrs. Frank Whire, happened to quite
a painful accident Thursday night.)
Just before going to bed he stepped
out on the back verandah to get a
drink of water, and going too near the
edge of the porch, slipped and fell to
the ground, a distance of several feet.
His arm was oaught under the body in
such a way as to break the larger bone
a few inches above the wrist.
Dr. W. P. Bushin was called in and
set the broken member, and at last ac
counts the little sufferer was doing as
well as could be expected.
nuuuhuU ItldiHt
HOW TO PREVENT FALLING OUT Of THE
HAIR.
Falling of the hair may be cheofted
by what is called singeing.
This prooess consists In drawing out
the split and ragged edges by means
of a coarse toothed comb, and apply
ing to them a lighted taper. Be oare-
ful not to useaoelluloid comb, as cellu
loid is inflammable. The dead end is
burned away, and the fire is extin
guished as soon as it comes in contact
with the teeth of the comb.
Singeing seems to exalt the'nutritlve
condition of the hair, probnbly by her
metically sealing the ends, and retain
ing within the shaft the fluid upon
which its sustenance depends. It may
be repeated when the ends again show
signs of death.
WET SHAMPOO.
If not too frequently repeated, wash
ing the scalp with a soapy liquid made
from a pure, mild soap and water ls*of
use in removing an accumulation of
dandruff, and, in the summer season, a
mixture of perspiration and dust, both
of which are preliminary steps to
baldness.
This should bo rubbed Into foam
upon the head, and the entire scalp
thoroughly gone over With the tips of
the Angers. The lather is then re
moved by pouring warm water over
the head while the person stoops over
a basin. Dry the hair by a hot towel,
When the hair is dry, examine the
entire scalp forany remaining incrus
tations, which should be gently
brushed away. Some pure animal oil
should then be applied to the scalp by
the tips of the Angers. This applica
tion restores to the partB the oil re
moved by the soap. It will siifllcc, as
a rule, to have this operation performed
once in two weeks.
Have you ever noticed how many
new buildings have been erected In
Albany in the Inst few years? Just
take a ride over the city and see how
many buildings there are that were
not standing four or five years ago,
and you will he surprised. A inrge
number of these have been erected by
persons who have moved to Albany,
though many old inhabitants have put
up dwelling houses for Investment,
And many of them are hnndsome
buildings, too. In no city will you
see more tasty residences, as a rule,
than right here. Cost Isn’t the only
necessary item about a house, but Al
bany people Beem to have a great
knack for building the tastiest of
homes. And building hasn’t stopped,
either. The work is still going on,
and will continue to do so, for Albany,
“she sho’ do move."
Between catfish and watermelons,
the Negro Is happy.
Taking a Hal.
Bev. W. J. Bobertson is away iu a
much needed vacation. He has gone
to Tybee Island and will remain until
there is an appreciable oliange for tile
better in his health.
Mr. Bobertson Is considerably worn
out with bis year’s labors and very
much in need of rest. He had planned
to take his vacation two or three weeks
later, but the state of his health de
manded an immediate change, and
hence his early departure. Ills pulpit
will be filled during Ills absence, and
services will continue as usual.
“avbBaOE" people.
The genius soars far to tbs fountain
That feeds the snowcap In tno sky;
But though our wings break in the living.
And fhough our souls faint in the trying,
Our flight oannot follow so high;
And the eagle swoops not from tho mountain
To answer the ground bird’s low cry.
Tho world has a gay guerdon ready
To hall the fleet foot in the raoe;
But on the dull highway of duty.
Aloof from tho pomp and the beauty.
The stir and the chance of the chase.
Are tollers, with step true and steady,
Pursuing their wearisome pace.
Jalso prowess and noisy Insistence
May capture the garrulous throng.
But the “avqrage” father and brother.
The home keeping sister aud mother.
Grown gentle and patient and strong.
Shall learn In tho fast nearing distance
Wherein lifo's awards have been wrong.
Thon here's to tho “arerago people,"
Tho makers of homo and Its rest;
To them tho world turns for a blessing.
When life its bard burdens la pressing,
For. stay at home hearts are tho host.
Birds build If thoy will In the steeple.
But safer the eaves for a nest.
-May RUoy Smith in Harper’s Baxar.
WEST NORTHWEST.
Thk Democratic party will have to
freeze out Tammany some day, and the
sooner it is done the better.
Altoona. Pa., Juno 17.
Tho most remarkable case that ever canm to
the attention of the doctors in this part of the
State is that of Martin L. Wilson, n lad in his
teens. He was atruok by a train March SB, and
his arm was cutoff and his skull crushed. Af
ter being admitted to tho hospital, three ounces
of brain ran oat of tho hole in the skull. For
five weeks the boy then iny like a dead porson
and then about three ouncos more of brain ran
out. After that the lad gradually recovered
and to-day he was discharged apparently ns
well as he ever was in his life, excepting that
one arm was missing.—Philadelphia Record.
Pshaw! that’s not remarkbale at all.
There are people all about the State of
Georgia that give evidence of having
no brains at all. Come down and look
for them in the ranks of the Third
Party.
Were it possible for human in
genuitv to gain control of the cyolone
and harness the power that now but
spends its force in devastating the
country, what an amount of energy
might here be turned into use for
man’s advancement. It Is not so many
years ago that men would have utterly
scorned the idea of making the light'
ningdo its part in contributing to the
history of the world’s progress, and
maybe some thoughtful, keen scien
tist may yet gain the key to the cy
clone storehouse of knowledge. When
he does, there will not be lacking the
proverbial enterprising American who
will soon learn a way to utilize this
immense amount of power now gone
to waste—nay, worse, than gone to
waste. In the light of the present cen
tury, it may not be improbable that the
younger generation may yet live to
see the cyclone peaceably turning the
erank to grind eorn and wheat, or
furnishing the power that sends the
saw buzzing around or that moves the
ponderous machinery of the furnace.
Who knows?
Wore on the new depot Is progress
ing rapidly, although enough has not
been done on It yet to enable one to
gain much of an idea of how it is go
ing to look.
There was a road leading out of
the city os nearly os possible in that
direction, which, if you followed far
enough—for seventy miles, in fact—
you would come to a small town
where my cousin Christopher lived,
before his health broke down and
his father lost all his money in spec
ulation. Chris hod always been deli
cate, but no one thought very seri
ously of it, till he hod this fearful ill
ness when his life was despaired of;
and though he recovered more or
less, as consumptive people some
times do, he only got better to find
that his father was a bankrupt, and
that he himself must work while he
could, rather than ho a burden on
his family.
So, hearing of a young fellow in
Merton—our gi^at manufacturing
Aity—who wanted a private tutor,
Chris came to coach him and to
board with us; for wo were a largo
family, and mother said we could do
it as cheaply for him os ho would he
likely to do it anywhere else, and put
by something into the bargain. Not
that we should have wanted to gain
by having Chris, if we had had
money enough of our own; but then
we never had.
There were so many of us, and
father only earned £180 a year ; and
mother was an invalid, and the
lodgers were continually coming to
grief in some way that compelled
them to leave without Bottling their
accounts. And the younger ones
were still at school, and Bob only
earned ten shillings a week, and
Arthur had a scholarship at Oxford
that was never enough to keep him,
and Milly, our showcard, as we called
her, would not take a situation, or
do anything whatever hut get en
gaged to one young man after an
other, each worse than the last.
She really monopolized the draw
ing room with haring them to after
noon tea—which we could not afford.
But it did not matter about the draw
ing room, for that was horrible, with
an old grand piano whose lid was
loose, and with walls that crumbled
and let the nails out, so that the
brackets tumbled down on people’s
heads—but mother would have them
put up again. And there was always
a dreadful atmosphere of hearthrugs
and old antimacassars. Then Harriet,
our one servant, had no time to dust,
and 1 could only dust the drawing
room properly onoe a week; there
were so many other things to do, and
the soot was so trying.
There could he no place on the earth
grimier than Merton. We had tho
chimneys swept as often as we could
afford it, but it seemed to me that
other people never swept theirs at
Ml, and as soon as the windows were
opened the soot came in, darkening
the air like the plague of locusts and
settling down over everything that
was just scrubbed dean till one felt
as if one could lie down and die. The
fogs were full of it—you never saw
such substantial fogs. Chris said
onoe that they were meat and drink
to him; and they happened every
other day. And what with soot and
fogs and mother’s neuralgia and
MUly’s engagements and a family of
nine—life was not life; hut it was
still less existence. It was one long
scramble.
I felt sorry beforehand for Chris,
knowing how different things had
been for him a year ago, when he
did not know that he would never he
strong again, or that his father had
speculated away everything. I knew
he was not accustomed to a house
like ours, and I knew that if I did
not look after him a little nobody
would. It seemed likely that Milly
would not even flirt with him, be
cause he was consumptive; at least,
•he had asked already whether it
was catching, and said that it would
be funereal to have him in Alehouse.
Bo I made bis room as nice as I
could—it was the attic next mine.
It had not been repapered for years,
because we said the walls were damp.
They were not really, but we had no
money. Still, it looked clean when I
had done—I remember standing still
and watching a great flake of soot
that was hovering in through the
window m an undecided way—ana i
even got some nasturtiums qutof the
back garden and put them in a vase.
They were dingy, like everything
else, hut they looked green and yel
low, and better than nothing.
I remember I had only just done
when Chris came and was shown
into the drawipg room, Mother and
Milly were there; mother had neu
ralgia and Milly had a cold; and
though it was a warm day the fire
was Ut and they were sitting over it,
and would not have the window
open. When I came down I found
them all there, and mother was tell
ing Chris about her neuralgia. He
looked flushed just then, not like a
person who could not live long, to
me, and so bright and resolute. I
liked his face very much; hut I saw
that the drawing room was giving
him a dreadful headache—and no
wonder. So I ran down stairs and
made the tea.
Chris and I were friends directly.
I don’t know how it was, for I very
seldom make friends, and all the
young men who come* to the house
go straight to Milly like iron filings
to a magnet. But it was different
with Chris, because tho drawing
room mode his head ache, just as it
did mine; and when wo knew each
other better we found that we liked
the same things and people—though
he knew far moro than I did, and
never grew hitter against any one,
like me. He had such a fearless,
friendly way with the world; and
yet there were only a very few peo
ple he altogether trusted and relied
on; and I was one of them. I know
he trusted me completely, or he would
never have told me about Pauline.
Partly, indeed, I guessed it. For
we fell into a way of going walks to
gether on Sunday afternoons, when
Chris had Borne spare time and I
made it, and I found out that he
liked this particular road—the road
running west northwest. It was such
a stupid road. First it led through a
long street of thoso miserable, thin,
gray houses that look like grave
stones standing upright, and thon
came streets full of public houses
and wretched little sweet shops with
halfpenny ices and tobacconists’ and
“boots mended while you wait.’’
Then theno was a dismal triangular
bit of common, with a fence on one
side all over placards, and then a red
brick Primitive chapel and more re
spectable houses—till at last came
real fields. You could not call it
country where there were always
cabbage leaves and bits of broken
pots and clothes hung out to dry.
But generally at this stage we turned
hack.
I soon concluded that it was the
way to Chris' old home, but I guessed
more than that. For people do not
always like to walk in the direction
of a particular place only because
they have Uved most of their life
there. There muBt be something or
some one there now that they like to
fancy themselves nearer; and by
and bye, when Chris saw that !
guessed, he told me the whole.
There was very little of it, as he said
cheerily.
It was just as I thought. The girl
he loved, had lived there, was liv
ing there still, and her name was
Pauline. She was rich, he said, and
very beautiful. He told me what
she was like, and I could not help
knowing that I should have loved
her, that any one must have done.
And Chris had lost everything at
once—money and health and hope.
‘‘It wouldn’t have mattered abont
the money,” said Chris in his quaint
way. “I would have asked her to
wait for me and worked my way up.
It would have been a very good
thing. But you can’t ask a girl to
wait for you when you find you have
only one lung.”.
He laughed rather ruefully, and
laughed, too, though something
caught my breath.
“Did the doctor give no. hope?” I
asked.
"It I had gone abroad at once,'
said Chris, “hut I couldn't do that.
So I thought, as there might be
year or two, I might as well do some
thing for my living. And this turned
up.”
“Did she,” I said tentatively, “kpow
you liked her?”
Chris flushed a little and looked
away, but not before I had seen a
sudden light in his eyes.
“I never told her,” he answered
simply. * ‘They say—women know. ’’
“And she—did you—was she—I
mean, were you”
His flush deepened.
“It was too early In the day,” he
said. “I sometimes thought—if it
haAgone*on—but it didn’t go on.
have prayed about it. Not very en
thusiastically, perhaps—but it is a
good prayer. And there’s another
fellow in the running—a remarkably
good fellow. I think it will be all
right.”
I did not answer. It seemed all
wrong to me. He had told me the
story on one of our Saturday after
noon walks, and when it was ended
we still walked on—west northwest.
It seemed as if we were walking on
and on to a place where our roads
would divide forever, and then I
knew what a blank there would he
lor one or us.
I could not pray his prayer,
would have liked to alter everything.
Yet I hardly dared wish that Pauline
loved him—I understood him so well
I think that, though he loved her a
thousand times better, she could
hardly have understood him much
better than 1 But any one called
Pauline it must he good enough only
to worship and strew roses for, like
the man in Browning.
Well, I would have gathered her
bushels of roses, but I thought she
might write to Chris. She never
wrote—of course ho had not written
to her; tut when he was so ill it
seemed hard all the sajne. Still, he
went on working, and kept up won
derfully through the summer, though
with autumn hit cough grew terribly
bad, and tho winter, that every one
said would be so trying, was very
near. But on Saturdays we still had
our walks, and still wont tho old way
—till west northwest grew to ho a
watchword between us for oil that
we wanted and could not get. We
seldom Bold it without a laugh; hut
there is no ono but me who knows
the meaning of it now.
It was one Saturday in October
that Chris came in with a letter in
his hand. I knew before he told
what the news was, from something
in his face. Paulino was to be- mar
ried in November—to the other Tel-
low.
“My prayer has really been an
swered,” he Baid, a little restlessly,,
“in six months. And now I want to'
buy a wedding present—that is all
that remains to be done. YonH
come with me, won’t you, Janet?”
I nodded, and wo went. Chris
was very bright and eager about
buying that wedding present—rather
too bright, perhaps, when one saw
the restless look in his oyes. We
wont from place to place, and at lost
found an exquisite little flower vase
that took his fancy, though it cost
far more than he ought to have af
forded. I fancied he must often have
taken her flowers.
“I shall not send my name,” Chris
decidod, whon his gift was packed
up and oven addressed. “But I think
sho will know.”
I knew sho would know.
“Now let us take tho road,” said
Chris, laughing, when his parcel was
sent off—and I know which road he
meant. I could walk it in the dark.
I think if I had only ono Inch of
strength loft I would choose to walk
there till I died. Wo took an omni
bus and wont rathor farther out than
usual. Chris was vory bright and
brotborly—rather in an absent way,
and seemed bent on showing me that
he was not downhearted. But we
talked of other things, never of Paul
ine.
We had tea at a little shop “really
in the country,” as Chris said hope
fully. I think they took us for
brother and sister. It was a very
pleasant shopwoman; she had a lit
tle girl with a round, ruddy face and
very light hair, who made friends
with Chris at onoe, as children al
ways did, and he gave her a bright
new sixpence, for which I shook my
head at him. We had tea at a small
round table by the front kitchen fire
rather than in the cold, deserted
room where they had visitors in the
summer. It was so warm and com
fortable, and Chris liked the warmth,
though he oould eat little. When tea
was done we still sat there five min
utes by the fire, chatting quietly.
Perhaps it was because a crisis was
over and one could breath more free
ly; perhaps it was because he knew
the vase would please her; hut
think those few minutes were pleas
ant even to Chris. Sometimes his
face comes up before me as clearly
aa possible, with the firelight on it—
though 1 cannot recall it when I try.
Then we set out to walk back. All
the way there the wind had been
With us, and we hardly felt it, but
now we met it full. It was a bitter
wind, and before we had left the
■hop ten minutes a driving sleet be
gan. We walked two miles before
we could get an omnibus. Chris
thought lightly of it, of course, and
was only anxious for me—as if
could have been hurt) Death is for
people like Chris. I try to forget that
walk home, and go back to where we
■at in the firelight; but I dream of
the other sometimes, and the sleet ia
in our faces again and I know it is
killing him, and wake myself with
calling out. Very well; that is all
over. The doctor said that perhaps
it made no real difference; what hap
pened then might have happened
any day in the state Chris was in.
It was an hour after we reached
home, and he was coughing terribly
—he broke a blood vessel. But he
lived for two days, and I nursed him
to the end; he wanted no one else,
He said I was a good nurse, but I
knew my hands were very hard and
rough with housework. I did pray
that I might lose the use of them for
ever if God would only make them
cool and soft till Chris died; hut I
suppose that would have been a
miracle. Chris did not mind. He
was very grateful, and said he should
certainly meet me again. He had
always so much faith. A little be
fore he died he smiled and said he
was going west northwest
That is three years ago and I am
glad now; for the summers seem to
he growing shorter and shorter and
the winters longer; there is a great
deal of distress everywhere, and I
am glad he is away, for while be
Uved he would always have taken
the hardest part But sometimes in
the spring and summer there are
very lovely days, and then I wish he
were bock. It is rather like living
in a vacuum, where one can’t draw a
long breath because there is no air,
hut all that will pass over. MUly is
married at last to some one very
rich, hut there are all the others, and
the soot is worse than ever and new
things are always turning up to ho
done. I am thankful for that I
should like every hour and minute to
be filled quite full—till I go west
northwest.—May KendaU in Long-
man’s Magazine.
AaeUtr Albnnr Joint Smelt <
There is a stock company In Albany
operating anti doing business in a mnn r
ner satisfactory to all parties inter
ested, the existence of whloh isn't gen-
w
erally known to the citizens of the
Artesisn City.
We have reference to a concern
without ■ name, so far as wo know.
The three leading stockholders need
no introduction to the people of At-a!
bany, for who doesn’t know of App
l’rater, Andy Friday snd Blinky Will
iams? Enoh of the abdve-named parties
lias a title which ho thinks ought to be
given to the company, and vehement
disoussions are often indulged in,
when the three advocate llieir sides of
the question with si] the eloquence of
a Demosthenes.
The property of the' company con
sists of one bloyule, n second band one,
purchased somewhere at a cost of |3.
Of eonrsc the whole trio want to ride
at the same time, and the disputes
abont who shall operate the machine
often end np in rougb-md-tumble
tights.
App is generally viotorions in these
eases, and, as he Is the best Meyollst of
the three, he generally has the wheel
in’ charge.
There are three presidents, as many
seorotarys and treasurers, and three-
full sets of by-laws, differing some
what, bnt not materially. We fear
that, though things are now- running-
smoothly, the company will break up -j
in open rapture.
Mr. 8, W. Gunnison returned Sun
day from Texas, where he has been
for two or three weeks,lookingaround •
with both eyes open to see If the Lone
Star State would offer so many ad
vantages that it would be Impossible
for him to resist the temptation of tak
ing up his abode there. Mr. Gunnison
didn’t want to leave Georgia, and says
now that in many respeota she Is
ahead of Texas, but the latter State of
fers tho greatest inducements as an
agricultural State that can be had, and
he has decided to go to farming on tho
plains in the northwestern part of
Texas, whloh is, he thinks, tho finest
country for farming on the face of the
earth. Mr. Gunnison said; “In Hart
ley county, where I intend to move,
farmers oan, by' attending to tl
business, grow rioh in a few yenrs.
la the very place for young men ;
beginning life to go, as the count!
constantly growing and gel
richer.” Mr. Gunnison will prol
leave some time in August,
to the regret of hundreds of friends
Georgia, who, however, wish him
bounded success snd happiuess in
new homo._
DU*«CCra«iaipiira.
From Bloodily’. Evknino Hkkaui.
A telegram at noon from Hnw
ville, Ga, to Mrs- B. D. Wolffe, All
announces the- death of Mr. It.
Lewis, of the-former place, tills
ing at 10:46’o’clock.
The family of Lewises are on<
the best known families In this
tho State.
Mr. Lewis was s brother-in-law <
Mrs. 8. B. Lewis, of this city,
brother of Mr. E. 11- Lewis, of
zuma, andMr.J.F. Lewis,of Vali
Mrs. S. B. Lewis was called to
klnsvllle last week by the ijlness
brother-in-law, and his death li
dally expected since that time.
He died of consnmption.
Frail* Crarau, Drying Up.
Did you know, or had
thought abeot the fact, that the
of ponds that nseil to lie in e
reotion arosnd Albany are si
surely drying up?
But such Is the case, as
readily see If yon take a look
the surrounding country. F
is this true in the southern _
Dougherty and Baker counties,
ponds that formerly covered
land are now replaced by
ions in the ground with bol
dry fls that in open fields.
This change has been g
ing on for a number of years,
lieen precipitated by the unusunl
city of rain for the last
Alligator Pond, onoe a sheet ol
covering several hundred
ground, is now confined
small pool of water. Unles w-
great deal of rain, in a few mi
nil the ponds in the county
completely dried up.
Albany will be well represent
several of the summer resorts I
gia this summer. Mt. Airy
ceive her share of the visitors.
Forts are already domiciled
summer residence at that hea
Ing locality; the Bawsons
sometime in July, and Mrs.Y. <
and Mrs. N. J., Cruger nro
ningto spend the greater part -
summer there. But Cumberland
probably receive the largest
of visitors from Alba
Mrs. Hobbs vyjll go with q
party about "the first of
and Mrs, B. Lee ' Jones
and Mrs. G. Simmons i
spend a week or two at the
A great many otbers from i
visit one or the other of
before the summer 1
dlan Springs will r
number of the summer
health and pleasure.
The melon shipments a
everyday. Bnt they v
ing for another week i