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| indstinct printJ ALBANY WEEKLY HERALD: SATURDAY, JULY a, 189a. A NEWSY LETTER. OUR WORTH COUNTY COS RESPONDENT, Sojourns for Awhile nl Tlflon, end Dlehee Up the Newe Rid Huyo Some Plee.oot Things About, the Place and People anil Their Baterprleeii, Tipton, Ga., June 28. Special Correspondence of tlie liKRAM). This seotion Is having an overplus of rain just now. Farms are all In flne oondition and crops are looking well. Melons are plentiful in market, but no one Is shipping from this point. Last year convinced them. Peaches are al most a drug on the market, being brought into town in buggies, carts and wagons, and have always found ready sale. It is Bafe to say that the value of the peach crop in tills section will equal at least one-tenth of the cotton crop. —Very interesting services are be ing held at the Jlethoilist church here, conducted by Revs. Grumpier, Booth, Miller and otheis, assisted by several gentlemen from Ashburn and vicinity who are professors of holiness. The doctrine of sanctification and holiness is being talked, worked and preached by men and women who seem very muoh in earnest in what they are do ing. Three conversions arc already reported, and the series of meetings— three each day—promise to continue for an indefinite length of time. —Tifton undoubtedly has one of the handsomest Baptist churches in South ern Georgia. It is said to have cost near (8,000, and is a model of artistic architectural beauty. It will have to be seen to be appreciated. I have Been a great deal worse looking churches on the most fashionable streets of oltles having 40,000 inhabitants. This is one of the most distinctive features of Tifton—all its public buildings are handsome and costly, would do credit to a city of ten timoB its population and are a monument to the liberal spirit, publio enterprise and patriotism of its oitlzens. Although only four years old, yet her name is symbolic of grit, enterprise and energy, and it is an honor to any man to be able to say that he is a citizen of Tifton. —The turpentine distillery of Messrs. J. II. Baker & Bro., near Ala- paha, was destroyed by Are on Sunday night last, together with a large quan tity of crude turpentine and resin on the yard. It was undoubtedly the work of an incendiary. —The tobacco farms arc objects of interest to all visitors to this section who ore interested in the development of wire-grass Georgia. And truly they are things of beauty. Despite the pro tracted drouth during the spring (which old growers say has been the most unfavorable spring for trans planting that they have ever seen, and which necessitated replanting in some places from three to five times), the crop is now looking flne, being from knee to shoulder high, according to variety and time of transplanting, and is one of the prettiest growing crops that I have ever seen. The earliest species, among them the cigar varieties, are already ripening, and a great deal of the valuable weed is be ing wasted for lack of curing facilities. But these will soon be here, four of the Snow modern barns being in pro cess of erection, and two of them nearly completed. These barns are of the latest model, and will take each leaf as it matures, instead of waiting until the whole stalk ripens. The work on them is being pushed forward rapidly, and in a few weeks Tifton will be shipping the choicest varieties of tobacco to the manufacturing oen- ters. If the experiment this year proves a success—and of that there seems little doubt—Tifton will proba bly have a tobacco factory inside of two years. If Southwest Georgia can grow tobacco, Tifton has the location, ability, capital and enterprise to man ufacture it. —But don’t forget the vineyards, for right here is a little gold mine. The Tifts have a.vineyard two miles from here that Is only two years old, yet they estimate the yield for this year at 25,000 pounds! But if two out of three pounds now on the vines mature, the yield will not be less than 40,000 pounds t Now, these grapes generally average about 7 to 8 cents per pound- say 7>£ cents. Take a penoil and flg. ure out what this will be for the sec ond year, and then guess, if you can, what the third and fourth, years may do. These grapes are already ripen ing, and shipping will begin in about ten days. —One of the best things about Tifton i« that there is no Third Party here, There is no room among these thrifty, energetic people for such a conglom. eration of ignorance, prejudice and communism. There is a corporal’s guard of Postonians in Berrien coun. ty, but none of them in Tifton. —One thing Tifton needs is better streets in the business portion of the town, but everything cannot be done at once, and these will come in time. —Irwin, whose line is only two miles from here, is going to have a lively time before fall. She already has three candidates for Representa tive, all of them belonging to the most Influential families in the county, and the race promises to be a long and warm one. —One of Tifton’s latest enterprises is a barrel factory, which is turning out a flne grade of barrels, which have a market right at home. —Berrien does not want Stevens for Congress. She wanted Mitohell, and wanted him bnd, but she will support whoever is'nomlnated In Albany. —Every day more or less visitors are in Tifton, looking nt its manufactur ing industries, farms, vineyards and tobacco, and all go away saying they have never seen it equaled. This is sure to bear good fruit in tile future, in sliape of invested capital and in crease of citizens. —The Tifton Dodge, Knights of Pythias, will elect officers to-night for the ensuing year. These officers will be Installed with appropriate cere monies and a feast on Thursday night, the 80th mst. II. Tun or twelve years ago, Albany had a widespread reputation of being the home of a successful and growing fair, It is now a thing of the past, but Wily can’t it be resurrected? JAlbauy, being in the very center of a country where thrive live stock, fruit,, agricultural products, and all the essentials for a home fair, would support a successful one. Horse racing, boat racing and sports of many sorts used to be fea tures of the Albany fair, premiums were awarded for superior exhibits of all kinds, and it was thought that the enterprise would live. Can’t it be coaxed back to life again? Gen. IIknby Morgan, Mr. Jaeoh I.orcli and Capt. Y. G. Rust were the most enthusiastic men that the Her ald met on its rounds after nil the news had been received from the Chica go convention yesterday afternoon. They were all enthusiastic Cleve land men, thought the choice of Stev enson as the Vice Presidential can didate a genuine ten-stroke, and the straddle of the silver question that was made I11 the platform suited them exactly. They took the streets, each going his own way and forming him self into a regular procession aud greeting those they met with exclam ations of joy over the glorious news. General Morgan took all the bets he could get on the election of the ticket, and invited his friends to drink cham pagne with him when he scoops the stakes in November. THE KING’S TOUCH. ■*nio King’s touch—thero Is magic In ttl When tho early dawn In the east Is red. And 1 hear the song of the lark and linnet, I will rise like a wraith from my sleeptess bed. Then wrapped in a cloak of hodden gray I will ateal like a shadow over the hills, And down where the pendulous willows sway. And the rich, ripe grape Its scent distills— Till 1 reach the edge of the forest wtdei And there will I bide, whero tho still shades are, Till the King and his huntsmen forth do ride. And the sweet wild horn rings out afar. “1 will wait and listen until 1 see Thu nodding plumos of tho rnorry mon. And tho glancing pennants floating free. A gleam of light In the lonely glen. Then lone In tho dust at his royal feot 1 will kneel for tho touch of his healing hand. Perchance ho will give oro 1 entreat: Before I ory ho may understand! "Tho King’s proud hcccb will bo thore, I trow— A wiso old man with a reverent air— And the laughtug courtiers, row on row: Vet not unto them wltl I make my prayeg. ""t'ls tho King, the King, who will know It all, His eye will discover tho wound concealed: lie will bend to hear mo boforo 1 call, Whom the King touches shall ho healed!'' Was the maiden enrod? Ah, none can letll Sho was dust nnd ashes tong ego. With the proud young king and his loech aa well. And tho smiling courtiers, row on row. But whether tho dawn In the east he red, Or whothor the stars bloom out afleld. This truth rumnineth, tho’ myths lie dead: "Whom the King touches shall he honied!'* -Julius C. R. Dorr In New York Independent. A SINGER’S HEART. —Miss Lena lladdon left Tuesday for an extended stay in Tatnpn, Fla. Miss lladdon is one of Albany’s pret tiest young ladles, and her departure is regretted by a large circle of friends. But it is rumored that con gratulations will soon be in order, and that when Miss lladdon returns to Al bany it will not be as Miss lladdon. How to M»rk Tools. The Btreot fakir who sells you a bottle containing a fluid with which you can write your name on a knife- blade never fails to secure patronage, although tho fluid ho sells is so badly diluted that it only does its work in differently well. In order to mark steel tools and other articles distinct ly it is only necessary to grease the substance with wax or tallow and then scratch the name and address in the wax. When this is done a few drops of nitric acid poured on will speedily eat into the steel and etch the name quito deeply. If enough acid is used it is possible to cut right through the blade.—St. Louis Globe- Democrat. Tea Boot Carrings. Tea root carvings are seldom very costly, running from fifty cents to $100. Nine-tenths bring less than two dollars each. A handsome set of a dozen can he purchased for twenty dollars, which will decorate a drawing room or hall better than bric-a-brac many times more expen sive. The figures are strong, dura ble, and in no danger of fracture by Bridget or Ah Sin. Outside of their aesthetic value they are of interest in showing the wonderful ingenuity and economy of onr Chinese cousins. —Collector. CartoonUts and Machinery. Says an engineer: “I never saw a cartoon illustrating anything in the mechanical line, from a guillotine to a Keely motor, that wouldn't give an engineer a spasm at first sight. I think the illustrated papers ought to establish a kindergarten of mechan ics for the benefit of their cartoon ists.”—New York Tribune. Celibacy In Atho*. Marriage is least popular in the peninsula of Athos, in the w35gean sea, in European Turkey, because in that community, which enjoys com plete autonomy, subject to paying the Turkish government an annual tribute, no marriage ever takes place. They never alio w any woman in their territory, and carry their objection to marriage and the opposite sex to such an extent that no female, even of the lower animals, is ever permit ted to enter the peninsula. The pop ulation, about 6,000, all monks, form a kind of monastic republic, consist, ing of twenty large monasteries, be sides numerous hermitages and chap els.—Philadelphia Times. It has been ascertained that food costa $243.65 per year for each family in the United States, while in Europe the cost is $223.52. It was 9 o’clock in Paris. The* bright Place de l’Opera was filled with carriages; the cracking of the drivers’ whips sounded star tlingly clear on the crisp, wintry air of the splendid white night, and the electric lights shone fitfully on the silken hats of the men and the bright toilets of the women os they stepped quickly from their brough ams into tho glorious blaze and splendor of tho opera house. It was a fashionable night. A new singer was to try her voice for the first time in grand opera. She was an American — Madeline Bancroft. There hod been much talk about her voice, for she had been studying in Paris eight years. Sho had come with her aunt to the gay capital, a tall, large eyed girl of twenty-one, and now at twenty-nine she was to sing for the first time before the pub lic in the great, bright opera house. She had been prepared to sing two years before, but had deferred her debut for personal reasons, but the public knew and was waiting for her. It was interested in her, hod been for some years and now at last she was to show her power. Xt was toward the lost of the first act when she came on. She was a graceful woman, tall and slim and fair to look upon. Her face was not exactly beautiful, but it had about it something that held the attention, with its large, sad eyes and sweet mouth full of a strange wistfulness. It was a delicately shaped face; the brown hair growing softly on the low forehead had threads of gray through it; withal it was a face that spoke of a past; one felt as if there had been so much that had gone before—a pure, sad, troubled past—which one felt a desire to know about, not from mere idle curiosity, but that one might feel for the slight, sweet woman who bore so much in her lovely face. There was no appearance of stage fright or nervousness about the singer as she bowed with sweet graciousness to the sea of faces before her. After the first hurst of applause had died away the exquisite hush was like death, and on this passionate still ness her clear notes rang out pure and sweet and beautiful. There was a wondrous quality in her voice, a something that went straight to the listener’s heart, some thing so appealing, so tender that tears sprang unbidden to eyes not wont to weep. The public was captivated I Made line was a successI In one of the boxes nearest the stage sat a man. At first there had been a listlessness about him; an air of being there from a sense of duty rather than from any artistic inter est; an air that was always blase. He was a good looking man, in fault less evening dress. He had brown eyes and the conventional pointed beard of the typical higher class Parisian. The man was, however, an Ameri can, Robert Parkman, but he had lived so long in the French capital that he had lost nearly all of the alert mannerism peculiar to Ameri cans that cling so long to our coun trymen abroad. He hoc out he had forgotten her and he had never really loved In all his life. Women were too fond of him, per haps. He was one of those men over whom all women rave; they liked him extravagantly. Madeline Ban croft was one of them. She loved him, had, indeed, with all her chaste heart and soul for eight years. She met him that first year in Paris, and gave him the whole of her firlish affection, and ever since ho iod been the one and the only man in her life. Parkman know it, hut nothing had ever passed between them in the way of love. He had been kind and attentive in a manner, but that was all on his part. He knew that Madeline adored him, but it did not trouble him oue way or auother—he was too selfish— but he respected her; ho could not help that; he was here tonight to bear her sing because he thought he ought to be; he had even given up a dinner to attend, when he would much rather have gone to the dlu- ner. He did not caro much for mu sic, and ho had heard Madeline sing so many times before; but he had come, aud was a bit surprised at him self for doiug it. His listless eyes wandered over the house, and ho drummed silently with liis large gloved baud in aimless fashion against the crimson velvet of the box. When the curtain rose he merely turned his head to look at the stage as he leaned back in his chair, nor did he move even when Madeline same on. He watched her without apparent interest for several min utes. She did not turn her oyes his way, although she knew just where he would sit, as ho had told her. Her pure, slender face was held up and sho sang to the spaces. After a time Parkman leaned for ward, and an air of insistent eager ness come into his oyes as ho fastened them on tho singer’s face. His breath carao passionately and his eyes burned with a somber light. Ho was a changed man; so much so, indeed, that the people in the neigh boring boxes looked nt him specula tively, but he did not notice them-, he was blind to everything but the figure of the singer before him. Why had she not looked at him! She had said of her own free will she Bhould sing to him in the solos; that she should look I But what did he care, to be sure! he suddenly asked himself. Noth ing, of course. Why should he, in deed! He did not try to analyze his feel ings. He did not even ask himself why it hurt him so because she had not looked, but he thought of her eyes and wistful mouth, her delicate slimness and her beautiful, pleading voice that had penetrated his very soul and every fiber of his being to night He hoped with a sort of childish eagerness that she would look at him during some of the other acts. He watched her persistently, the look in his eyes growing almost pitiful, but Madeline did not look. Tho delicato eyelids never trembled that way, and the audience that gave itself up to a transport of applause at the close of the last act knew nothing of the agony in one man’s newly awakened heart Through the enthusiastic, well bred crush after the opera, Parkman hurried down the wide marble stairs he heard the people’s praise oi Madeline; they stabbed like knives, and he sprang into his carriage. It was not the number of his own house, but that of the pension where Madeline and her aunt lived, that he gave to the driver hurriedly as he slammed the door. Madeline was at the pension before him. Her aunt was just carrying her thicker wraps, and she was back in her shining garments the white fur of her crimson had lived in Paris ten years, his business was here, and he now in tended to live here for the remainder of his life, although he had originally intended to remain but a few months, but like many another the spell of the beautiful city had crept upon him, and he had grown to think that there was no other place on the wide earth fit to live in besides this bright, fascinating city under its caressing liked the life of Paris. In the ten years of his residence here he had lived’well, gayly and at times wildly; but, to his credit let it be saifl. he hag come out at the end wun a cleaner record than most young men with plenty of money at their disposal, who go from the crudity of American cities into the alluring splendors of Paris. He was thirty-four years old. He was not married; years before, in his college days, there had been a girl, It seemed to Parkman that he had never seen her so beautiful before, her face was delicately flushed and her eyes shone like stars beneath the straying strands of her parted hair that had become prettily dishevels* by her opera scarf. He wanted to take her in his arms and crush her close, to keep her for his own forever in her white womanhood. Bhe looked at him silently with her shining eyes. She must have recog nized the change in him, but she did not show it. Her sweet face was calmer and unmoved, and she looked at him as if questioning why he came.' He was as white as death, and for several minutes did not speak, but stood gazing at the wom an before him; then suddenly, as if answering the questioning in her eyes, he said passionately: “Madeline, why do you not look! Why did you hot sing to me? You promised.” The strange, tender protest in his eager voice seemed to stir ner, ana she leaned forward and looked in tently at him. Then she said won- d0 ^Why,’ did yon care! I did not it would matter. 1 did not you would even remember my Then half musingly, hut still look ing at him with wondrous, shining eyes, she added slowly: “How strange that you should the one alone of all faces that I care to see—God, Madeline. I love you 1— with my soul aud my life 1 love you! I did not know it till tonight, hut it Is so, nnd it is forever. It must al ways have been {here in my heart, the love for you, but I did not know —oh, Madeline I" and his voice rang with passionate intensity ns ho sprang forward and held out his arms to her, his face filled with mingled emotions of pain and happiness. But Madeline pressed back against her clonk and put out her hands de fensively, as if to keep him from her. Her voice did not change as sho said, in a low voice: “And so you have come to feel as I felt once, for that is the way I loved you—oh. move—morel Your love is but nu echo of that which 1 once felt oh,” she cried out, closing her eye lids, "how I loved you I I could havo suffered anything for you—pain, dis grace, death—nil, * everything. 1 would have given up my life for your lips upon mine—my lifo, yes, my very soul I for I loved you with a love such as few women are called to know. I lived only to see you; to hear your voice and touch your dear hands. “And It lasted bo long, so cruelly long, and so Horoely—ah! yes. too fiercely, for now the fires in my heart have burned themselves out, they burned so long with nothing to feod them. So long, so long, and now they have perished uttorly: only tho cold ashes remain, so cold that noth ing in this world can over revivo them. Tlie last spark died tonight!” She paused with u little gasp, and then went on: “1 hardly know myself, I who was so full of feeling once, every fiber of my being aching for the love of one man—for you." "No, do not interrupt me. It is of no use now. You might plond to me, nnd zveqp to me in an agony of tears and it would not stir my heart single throb—oil, my heart boats so quiotly now," and sho smiled gently nnd put her hand up against her slim silken corsngo. ‘I am a frozen woman. My life so far ns love is concerned is endod; there is no more to come. Eight weary years is a long time, a cruel eternity to those who suffer. It has frozen up my heart and I do not caro now. Hear mo say it—I do not care I" She put up her hands again os Parkman mode an impetuous gesture to come to her., “Only for my voice, my dear voice and the applauso of the people—I love that. Oh, how it came to mo tonight and solaced my poor worn out heart I” She leaned toward him suddenly and said in n voice so low that it was almost a whisper: ‘I was going to lbok—I was going to sing to you, but it was then, at that moment when I stepped upon the stage, that the lost spark died; it flared up and went out like a candle and I did not care—oh, the joy of no; caring I” And she sank back and closed her eyes with a little smile playing about her wistful Ups. "Madeline I” Parkman cried, and came and leaned over her chair, his face bent down near hers. “Great God I how much do you think a man can stand?” "Not as much as a woman by eight years,” she answered, a little scornful note quivering through her soft voice, He did not heed her answer, hut went on. his breath touching her cheek. “To think that you should have loved me like that, and now when I give you my life and very heartbeats you will not care. Oh, Madeline, have mercy 1” She shook her head gently from side to side, her eyes still closed. “I am wiUing to wait, dear life,” he pleaded, with tender pathos in his voice, “years—as long as you wish, only teU mo that it will come back—your lost love for me. I have been blind, brutally bUnd,” and he writhed backward and held his hand across his eyes to press back the pain that stung him with his own accusa tion. Then be went on: “I do not ask that you love me as you did once, but ever so Uttle, Mad eline.” He leaned over her and looked in tently at her closed Ups; they did not even quiver. He noticed the tracery of blue veins in her temples, and he ached to rest his Ups against their deUcaey, but he could not. there was no emotion on the calm face before him. “Madeline, for God’s sake, look at me—look into my eves 1” one raised ner dob ana looked into the eyes so near her own. “Speak—eay something,"he plead ed. “Oh, what can I say to make you understand that it can never come hack, not in this world!” she said wearily. “It is dead; aU my pas sionate past is dead; my heart itself is dead. Why will you not under stand and ;o away! There is no feeling left in me. Iam as cold as you were once; I do not care if I never see you again." Her eyes met his calmly and wea rily, and he looked long into them, then of a sudden he seemed to under- With his strong face Morris Ss Co., the Purchasers, Will Hnee New Honda Printed l'er the Clip “Strange, Madeline I Strange, when your voice is the only one that I care to hear in all the world; yonr face When Harris & Co, of Chicago, to whom the waterworks and sewerage bonds of the olty of Albany were sold, closed the trade with the Mayor ami Counoll, they stated through their representative who was here, that If any Irregularity was found, or that IT the bonds that had been ordered by the olty were defeotlve or unsatisfac tory In any way, they would have new ones printed or lithographed at their own expense. It seems that the bonds that have been printed are not satisfactory to the purchasers, and Messrs. Harris A Co. linve notified the Mayor and Coun cil that rather than use them they will themselves incur the expense of having new ones printed or lithographed. Tlie bonds that the olty bad printed -• have not been signed up, and this issue will be destroyed nnd the new bonds used Instead, Messrs. Harris * Co. have informed the Mayor that the new bonds will be ready in a few days, gaud and full of the a he hel held out his hand to Her. “Goodby,” he said softly. “Goodby,” she answered. And their Uves never again.—Strand Magazine. crossed mm Mom© FnclM About illelou Nhipmenta. A glance nt the report of melon ship ments through Albnny would give one a double surprise. First, at the number of ears shipped North and West via Albany, nnd sec ond, at the distance and the great number of plaoea to which they are shipped. The Georgia melon Is shipped as far North as Into several points of Canada; West, Into Missouri, Kansas and Da kota, and Into nearly all the Eastern and Western Btntes, It certainly has a reputation. Tho 8tate of Ohttf has ;-vl already disposed of 07 carloadsof them, nnd the season has but jusfk *“ gun. Georgia has reoelved the next cst number of oars, 81. Illinois das had 41 londs of tho lusolous fruit, Missouri 85, Indiana 88, Pennsylvania 80 and Louisiana 28. Six carloads have been sent Into Canada, and several tip Into Dakota. Within the last twenty-four liou; 1)0 oars have passed through A and up to dato 624 oars have shipped through. A Pleasant Surprise. Rev. J, W. Robertson Is a much pleased man. Yesterday he was notified that ti members of Ills oliuroh nnd frl outside had made up a purse of a slderable number of dollars which i to be given him with their wishes f a pleasant and a profitable vaoation. Mr. 8. J. Jones and Mr. liar Tarver were the prime movers In paring tlie pleasant surprise. Mr. Robertson Is very grateful all who contributed tbelr share to t' amount—grateful for two reason: cause the not showed him the kli feelings of the people toward liiin,:i because the purse of a Metbodlst i tor Is never full to overflowing filthy luore. Death of IHIm Jennie Adame. Miss Jennie Adams, whoso Illness was reported In a previou sue of the Herald, died at the donee of her father, Mr. J. J. Ad on North Washington street, morning at 8:45 o'olock. Miss Adams baa been ill for i weeks with some disease of a eli nature, whiob, reoently, more aoute form, and her life ha despaired of for several days. During .her protraoted illne had all the oare that medical i loving friends could give her. The remains will be' taken to son to-morrow mornlngforlnt The Herald tenders its sympathies to family, and f: the deceased; Frightened, but Nut luju Mrs. T. P, Green had a nnrri cape from a serious injury yesti She bad been out driving wltl family pony and cart and stopp their residence on Railroad again, where she alighted baggy for a few minutes, hltobed the horse when ready t tinue her drive, but before she t bank from his head, he became ened at an approaching baby containing an ice cream fre and came down with his hoofs grazing the back of her shoulders, and tearing theb dress into shreds. Mrs. badly frightened, but not Inju The horse indulged in a ter after coming down on which resulted In a broken-u RnunU; Mentioned at £ The blue list of the Ltioy stitute was sent out last ' Only special excellence can t mention on that list,and ti Enquirer-Ban of Friday llsblng the names of Oolumb ladies whose good work en to a place on the-list others,* the name of Miss I daughter of Mr. T. M. Ca city. Albany Is always j any of her ceived honorable i Hiss Carter stood Itsh and Frenoh oou ag* of 97A. Bargains on all line week at *—" tffi