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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