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VOL. XXVI. NO 50
TO AM, TRAVELERS!
Your attention is invited to
the changes of time-table on
the' Seaboard Air Line, whose
Hew schedule is shown in this
fissile. By this change a much
tTmore convenient train service
is offered you, and points hith
erto inaccessible are now con
veniently and quickly reached
by the through vestibuled and
express trains of this great sys
tem. Roth the “Atlanta Spe
cial” and “S. A. L. Express”
now connect at Atlanta, south-
for New Orleans, Mo-
Montgomery. Selma, Pen
sacola. Macon, Florida, Bir
niingham, Chattanooga, Nash
ville. Memphis, Texas, Mexico
and 1 icific Coast, The slight
nor. ;h Hind changes are also
shown. Before arranging vour
' trip, call on one of the Seaborrd
agents, and you won’t regret it.
A SHIPWRECKED SERPENT
Jacksonville Citizen.
Down on what is known as
Black Point Key, a few miles
from Miami, is said to be a
monstrous Brazilian boa con
strictor, which has roamed the
key at his own free will, and
boen monarch of all he lias sur
veyed for fifteen years.
Fifteen years ago a steamer,
with a circus on board, is said
to have foundered off the coast
near Biseayne Bay, drifting up
on ihe Beach, wliere the big
make was liberated. The boa
was t n or twelve feet long at,
that time, but since then he has
feasted and fatted upon the is
land, basked in the warm sun
shine. until he is now grown to
very generous proportions. No
one lias had the temerity to
measure his snakeship, hut re
liable persons state he is some
where in the neighborhood of
thirty feet long and twelve in
ches in diameter.
The Indian guides are report
ed to be afraid to go upon the
island on account of the big
snake, and as the presence of
eis snakeship would be anything
but desirable to settlers, the
snake lias been allowed to have
undisputed possession of the
key, and to do us his fancy'
might dictate.
Walter Ralston, the snake
charmer, who exhibited in Jack
s mville several weeks ago, and
has since been touring the state
returned to the city yesterday
and stated that lie had entered
into an arrangement with the
East ('oast Laud Company to
go down add capture the snake,
if possible.
Mr. Ralston stated that he
had no fears as to his ability to
capture the snake if he could
once find him. He also said
that had not the reports come
from reliable persons, whose
s'fttements could not bo ques
tioned, he would have some
doubts as to the sizo of the
snake, but that as it was, he
presumed that,no exaggeration
jirtl been made.
“How will you catch the
snake ?’ was asked.
“Oh, I have had a canvas
hug made, 4x7 feet in siz.e, and
1 will get him into that,’ was
the reply. “Once that he gets
his head in, he will crawl right
in, and then I will have him.
You know that when a snake
once gets li s head under nny
thing, he will continue right on
crawling with the expectation
of avoiding danger. That is
just what the fug boa will do,
it I once get him beaded for the
bag.”
Etiquette requires tl at in
Chinese conversation eucli must
compliment the other, and
everybody belonging to him, in
the most laudatory style, and
deprecate himself with all per
taining to him, to the lowest
possible point. The following
is no exaggeration, though not
the pn cite words
W'liat is your honorable name?
My insignificant appellation
is Wony.
Where is your magnificent
palace ?
My contemptible hut is ut
Sbuoao.
How many are your illustri
ous children ?
My vile, worthless brats are
five.
How is the health of your
distinguished spouse ?
My mean, good-for nothing
old woman is well. •
SHE AND HE.
“Your bill is too high, sir
and I won t pay it!” snapped
the young woman, and she
, limed sharply on her heel and
strode out of the office,
y The lawyer who had procured
a divorce for her turned again
to his desk and merely remark
ed under his breath:
“ ‘Oh, woman, in our of
fees,
Uncertaiu, coy and hard to
please!’ ”
I —-Chicago Tribune.
Ethel —Oh, Tom, let's play
I'm sister Anna and you're Mr.
Haggard.
Cousin Tom (in disgust)—
Naw! I won’t do it! You al
ways want to play some kissin’
game! —Buck.
jUpaUS Talmlot. cure iudixeatiua.
THE GWINNETT HERALD.
A LOGGING CAMP RO
MANCE.
Mississippi Valley Lumberman.
It wan New year’s eve.
was falling in large, feathery
flakes, slowly wrapping every
thing in a beautiful mantle of
white. The one railway station
at Bentley, a' little Wisconsin
village, was crowded with pleas
ure-seekers waiting for the west
bound train, which was an hour
late. There was to be a dance
that evening in an adjoining j
town. The place was full <>l
laughter, and the merry voices'
suggested no thought of cares
the dawn would bring. A few
traveling-men sat around, wrap
ped in huge coats, curiously
studying the vagaries of the ill-,
assorted crowd, na one naturally j
will when in contact with)
strange fellow creatures. The
regular passengers feels no place j
in the unusual stir that the ex- j
cursiouists create, but he medi
tatively accepts his position
and half sadly recalls the mem
ories of his own joyous youth,
when holidays brought to him
similar happy associations. A
little band of musicians, with
their instruments, bad gathered
in one corner of the room, while
half a dozen youngsters sur
rounded the man with the drum
and gazed enviously at him,
and wonderingly eyed the big
fiddle.
The train on the branch road
from the north, called the
“Juniper,” probably a most lit
oral cognomen for the Jittle,
old-fashioned locomotive with
its single car, drew in on. the
other side of the station to
make connection with the west
bound.
A minute later the door open
ed slowly, revealing, to those
nearest, two men, preceded.by!
the conductor, bearing a heavy
burden between them. It was
a litter made from rough boards,
and upon it lay a human form,
wrapped in blankets. Instant
iy almost, a hush fell upon
those gathered near the door
quickly communicated itself to
every part of the room, broken
only by eager whispers of in
quiry from the startled specta
tors:
Gently they laid the seeming
ly lifeless burden upon the floor,
and one of the hearers, a tall,
stalwart young fellow, clad in
the style peculiar to loggers,
tenderly lifted one of the blank
ets from tho inanimate form,
revealing a pale, though sin
gularly handsome, face of a
young man. Ho then knelt be
side tho sufferer for a minute
| and whispered some word of
hope in his ear, for the poor
lad slowly opened a pair of lnrgo
(lark eyes and gazed tenderly at
the anxious face above him.
Then, realizing that he was in
a strange place and among
strangers, he turned away with
a sad, wan smile, and a patient
sigh escaptd his cold, trembling
| '*l>B
- fellow,” said the con
ductor, in an undertone, to the
sympathetic bystanders; “lie’s
most gone He’s hurt inside,
somewhere, and it’s doubtful if
he will live until ho gets to the
hospital,”
“Can I be of any service to
you ? I’m a physician,” ami a
Vfiung mau stepped forward and
offered his card to tile conduct
or.
“I liaiu’t got anything to do
with it,” said the conductor;
“you’ll have to ask him,” and
he nodded toward the young
woodsman who had just risen
from beside the patient. “He’s
his brother, and he liuin’t left
him a minute since wo started
from Kerley. I never saw broth
| -rs so mighty fond of each oth
|-T as they are, Why, he won’t
oven let any one go near him.”
| l’p to this time the eldpr broth
j or, as he appeared to he, had
spoken no word, although at
j the outset he had been plied
I with many questions from cu
rious onlookers. They hud re
ceived only a stony, uncon
scious stare in answer. Bud
deuly he seemed to realize that
some courtesy was due to the
sympathetic advances some of
the gentlemen had tendered,
but he kindly refused anv prof
fered assistance. In a f.<w
words he explained thut the
lad was suffering intense pain,
and that nothing could be done
1 until he reached Maryville—
I “if he ever lives to reach there ’
LAWRENCEVILLE, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 23rd 1897
lie added, in n voice that was
scarcely audible.
The other “lumber-jack,”
however, who had come down
from tin earn]) with the two
volunteered some in-,
formation as to the unfortunate
affair. In another part of the
room his recital had drawn
around him an eager crowd of
listeners.
“Them two were the queerest
baggage I ever seen in a log
camp,” he was saying, in a tone
meant only for those standing
nearest him. “They was us
thick as molasses. You’d nev
er see one ’les you'd see tile
other. They wouldn’t seem to
have much to do with tlie* rest
of the fellers in camp somehow;
they were bettor than any of!
us. But 1 was goin’ to tell you j
’bout the accident.
“It .-happened early this
illumin’. They always worked
together—Jed, that’s the older,
and Frankie—that's what we
called ’em. Yfe was loadin’
some logs from a skid onto the
sled. Frankie was on top start
in’ ’em down, and Jed—lie was
at the bottom. J don’t know
how it happened—l was on the
other side of the sled. 1 heard
Jed say: “Be careful, Frank,
that they don’t slip under you!”
Then in a second T heard Jed
yell: “Look out!” and then:
“Oh, my God!” Next 1 heard
a scream. It scarf me most
out of my wits. It sounded
jupt like a woman’s shriek.
Well, before I could get there
Frankie was pinned in between
some logs, and Jed was tugging
away like a madman trying to
loosen them.
“Finally wo got him out, but
he was all limp-like and out of
bead. Jed cried like a lmby at
first, then he grew cold and
ugly, and wouldn’t, lot any one
touch the boy—said it wouldn’t
be any use and would only
cause unnecessary pain, and
that the doctors at the hospital
were the only ones who could
do anything for him.
“So the boys did what they
could. We built that box with
the end handles that’s lie’s lay
in’ on, and started down on
this train. 1 m afraid he won’t
live to get there. Seems some
times that In don’t breathe at
all.”
In the meantime, at llie oth
or etui of the room the suffering
lad lay—his life slowly ebbing
away. The waiting passengers
bad withdrawn quietly to other
parts of the room, and the two
i were almost alone. The elder
'brother seemed utterly ohlivi
jous to his surroundings, and
sat holding the dying lad’s
! hand—a cold, dark look upon
; his face that seemed .to chul-
I lengo fate to do its worst.
TJie stillness of death had
fallen upon the spot where, but
a few moments since, ali Imd
beau reckless gayety. The
! monotonous clicking of.the tel
egraph seemed to measure off
■the feeble stroke of the dying
| boy’s pulse.
“Jed ?’’ whispered the boy,
“Yes, what is it, Frankie ? 1
I am here.”
“Did you get the tickets to
Maryville ?"
“No, not yet, Frankie; there's
I time enough. The train is an
| hour late. I—”
“Yes, yes, I know, Jed. But
you mustn't get them. It will
be no use. I shall die before
tile train comes,”
“No, no—not that!” sobbed
Jed, between clenched teeth.
“You must live for my sake—
live till we get to the hospital,
then ”
“1 can’t, Jed. 1 know I’m
! dying. So we must go the oth
er way —East—buck home.
Take me hack home, Jed, and
ask father to forgive me—Home,
Jed, home! Bieuso li‘t my head
a little; I can’t breathe 'There,
that’s better.”
Just then the dating boy
caught sight of the musicians
off in the further corner of the
i room, and u flash of eager light
shot into his eye*.
“Oh, Jed,’ he whispered, ‘do
vou suppose they would play ?
!oh, if they only would!”
Jed hesitated a second, then
motioned the leader to him and
whispered tho boy’s request in
his ear. In « few moments the
|sott strains of “Homo Sweet
j Homo” broke the stillness of
the dingy old railway station..
“Oil, Jed, I’m so happy now!
I’m not afraid to die. Hold
jne close,dear. Itgrows dark— ”
“Home, home, sweet, sweet
Sweet —”
“Mv God, she’s dead I ” ere d
Jed, in a frenzy of grief. “? y
darling! My sweetheart! Be
fore God she was my wife!”
and the poor fellow fell pros
trate'across the crushed, blit
now painless form of Ids be
loved.
The west ward bound train
whistled in over aii hour late,
but there was one whose dead
ears heard it not, and to the
other it conveyed no meaning,
no hope!
BEECHEItFLOORED IN
GE RBOL.
The following apt story i f
the late Henry Ward Beecher
is going the rounds of the re
ligious press:
Col. Ingersoll was thrown
one day into the society of Hen
ry Ward Beecher. There wend
four or five gentlemen present,
all of whom were prominent i:.
the world of brains. A variety
of tropics were discussed with
decided brilliancy, but no al
lusion to religion. The distin
guished infidel was, of course,
too polite to introduce the sub
ject himself, but one of the par
ty finally decided to see a tilt
between Bel) and Beecher, mad*
a playful remark about Colon. I
Ingersoll’s idiosyncrasy, as 1 e
termed it. The colonel at once
defended his views in his usual
apt rhetoric; in fact, he waxed
eloquent. He was replied to by
several gentlemen in very effect
ive repartee. Contrary to the
expectations of all, Mr. Beech
>-r r mained an abstracted lis!-
ener, and said not a wnr I. Tl <•
gentlemen who introdu**! I e
topic with the hope that Mr.
Beecher would answer Cohued
Ingersoll, at last remarked:''
“Mr. Beecher, have you notl •
ing to say on this question?” 1
The old man slowly lifted
himself from his attitude and
replied:
“Nothing. In fact, if you
will excuse me for changing tin
conversation, I will say that
, while you gentlemen were talk
ing, my mind was bent on i
most deplorable spectacle wind j
I witnessed today. ”
“Wliat was it?” at once ii -
qnired Colonel Ingersoll, who,
notwithstanding his peculiar
views of tho hereafter, is not’d
for his kindness of heart.
“Why,” said'Mr. Beecher,
“as 1 was walking down town
to day I saw a poor lame man
with crutches slowly and .eari -
fully picking his way through ;
a cesspool of mud in the et -
deavor to cross tlie street. II
had just reached the middle el
the filtli when a big, burly ruf
fian, himself all bespattered,
rushed up to him, jerked the
crutches from under the unfoi
lunate man, and left him
sprawling and helpless in Di
pnoi of liquid dirt, which a!
most engulfed him.”
“What a brute he was!” sail,
the colonel.
“What a brute he was!” 111**;
all echoed.
“Yes," said the old man ric
ing from his chair ami '’rushing
back bis long white hair, while
his eyes glittered with their ol«
time fire as he bent them on It •
gersoll, “ya Colonel Ingersoll
and you are the man. The bu
man soul is lame, but Christi
anity gives it erutches to enabh
it to pass tile highway of life.
It is your teachings that knock
these crutches form under i
and leave it a helpless and rud
derless wr**ek m the slough ol
despond. If robbing the hu
man soul of its support <>n this
earth —religion—be your pro
session, why, ply it t<» your
10-ort’s content. It requires an
a.c.iit ct to erect a building, an
I incendiary may reduce it to
Mfcffi ”
The old mail sat down, and
silence brooded over the scene.
Colonel Ingersoll found that he
had a master in his own power
of illusteation and said nothing
The company took their hat»
and departed.
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A TRIE STORY OF TRUE
LOVE.
“Truth is stranger than fic
jtion.” This is an old saying,
I but many persons are disposed
jto question its accuracy. We
1 urn away wit Ii a wearied feel
ing from the scenes of evervdnv
! life, and seek something to in
terest us in the- pages of ro
mance. Act, were we to make
the search faithfully and hon
estly. we would find much in
what we call “the sober reality”
that is far more interesting, far
more thrilling, than anything
thefinost gifted writer of fiction
can produce.
Wliat novelist, for instance,
would have conceived anything
so extraordinary as that which
is here narrated ?
There lived in Baris, about
forty years ago, a young lady
of high rank, great wealth and
rare beauty. She eaino from
an old, proud family, and wns
known as the most beautiful
woman in Baris. She had
turned the heads of all the
young men of the city, both
rich and poor.
The young noblemen dreamed
of her and fought about heY,
and it was even whispered that
the emperor himself was sinit
| ten with her, and the empress
- jealous of her. Y**t. no one
I could tell tho name of the hap
py possessor of the lovo of such
a being. Of course among this
throng of admirers, one, at
least must be successful; but- of
his name all were ignorant.
Angelirie D’Arblay was as
she was beautiful; and it was
universally agreed that it would
take something more than a
men* butterfly to win her heart.
And, indeed, it was so.
Angeliue was conscious of
the admiration she excited; but
am mg all who knelt at her feet
she saw no one to whom her
'heart could yield its homage,
She could not love one un
worthy of her, and she had not
yet seen the lord of her destiny.
Thus mutters stood for a long
time.
At last- there appeared on the
scene a young man of wealth,
position, and personal attrac
tions, equal to those of the fair
Angeliue. He was the young
Count de St. Croix, a member
of one oft lie nobliest families
in France.
He had just returned from
Algeria, where his regiment had
been in service, and where he
had won his colonel’s epaulets
and the Cross of the Legion, by
his high soldierly qualities.
lie, of course, heard of the
famous beauty as soon as he
reached the city, and felt anx
ious to see her. Ilis anxiety
was speedily gratified, for he
met her at a ball, within a
week after his arrival. It was,
on his part-, a case of love at
first sight; but the lady was
more guarded in her feelings.
She felt drawn to the hand
some colonel from the first, but
as it would never do for such a
belle to sutler herself to be
made an easy conquest, she
compelled him to work hard for
the prize lie sought.
The colonel did not. abandon
j the undertaking when he dis
| covered its difficulties, lie hud
I not feared to face tho Arabs,
and he did not fear to make the
I attempt that was before him.
' He hud a hard tight for it, but
|he succeeded, in spite of the
coyness of the lady, and those
thousand provoking restrictions
by which French etiquette seeks
to prevent the union of true,
loving hearts.
He succeeded entirely, so
that when he made the final at
tack, the fair Angeliue surren
dered utterly, and gave her
heart so freely to him that, he
found he was, indeed, complete
master of it.
Yes, they hived each other
devotedly, and it seemed likely
that French etiquette would be
iiatlled, after her.
Encouraged by his success,
the count urged the mar
riage should take place at an
early date, and Angeliue prom
ised to become his wife oi, New -
A'ear'a Day.
It was necessary to be prompt
as the war with Russia had
cmnmenaod, and it was likely |
that the count’s regiment would
lie ordered to Sebastopol, j
Troops were I icing hurri-d
thither every day, and the
count anxiously wailed ids own
summons, sincerely trustipg, in
spite of his desire to share in
the i excitement of the cam
paign, that he would not be „r
--dered’off until after his mar
riage. But alas for his hopes!
Only a week after he had
gained Angeline’s promise, he
received an order to proceed at
once with his regiment to Mar
seilles, and embark for 1 h>l
Crimen. He know there waJ
no alternative; so, after receiv-l
ing the promise of his lady-lovl
to be eternally faithful to him.l
and swearing undying devotion!
to her, he bade her adieu, undl
set off for Marseilles. I
Soon after his departure—orJ
llie very Now A'ear’s dav, ill
fact, which was to have seen]
her married—the beautiful!
young girl fell sick, and hf rl
physicians at once pronounced!
her disease to be n fearful I
j scourge, from w hich no one is
safe.
The disease assumed, in her
case, its most frightful form,
and for many days she hovered
; between life and death. At I
ilast, however, she recovered,!
but to meet a fate, which, to a
! Frenchwoman, is worse than
(death. I
All her beauty was gone, and
! her face was seemed and scarred I
I frightfully.
She shrieked with horror asJ
she beheld herself in the mirrorl
for the first time after her re-|
covery, and fell back, fainting.l
Sin* resolved to retire from thoi
| world, and live for the remain-1
der of her days in strict- seclu-|
!
sion. I
It was now vain to think of|
| marrying her lover, and never |
had she loved him so well as I
now. She would release him I
from his engagement.; she would |
not even see him. I
About n year after tho depar- I
ture of the count, she was in-1
formed that In* was in the draw-1
ing-room, and desired an inter- I
view with her. She refused, at I
first, to see him; but he urged I
his right to an interview B>>|
strongly, that, after muffling!
her face in a close viol, she <l* J
Hcended to the room where liH
awaited her. ■
As she entered. In* spranfl
forward to clasp her in liifl
arms, but she stepped aside. ■
“No, Henri, not now,” sin™
said, tremblingly. “It is not
the same Angeliue whom you
mice loved.”
Restraining her emotion, she
told h'iin, in faltering accents,
the story of her sufferings and
sorrow.
Then, removing her veil, she
continued:
“Behold me! Is it the same
face you once loved so well, and
can you love me now?”
She could say no more*, but
burst into tears.
Ip anot her moment sin* was
clasped in his arms, and his
kisses were warming her heart
to a new happiness.
“Angeliue,” the count said,
at length, “were I unchanged,
I should still lovo you. Your
affliction has only made you
dearer to me. But look in my
face, and tell me if you see any
change there.”
“Noue,” she answered.
“I will toll yon then. One
day, while I was leading mv
regiment to the charge at Se
bastopol, a cannoii-lmll passed
so close to my eves that, while
it left their expression un
changed and my countenance
unmarked, it robbed mo of sight
forever. lam blind!”
She drew closer to him, and
her arm stole round his neck.
She was happy now, f*>r sin*
knew they would never l»* part
ed again.
“A'es," lie continued. “I
am blind. I cannot see your
faco as it is, but in my darkness
it floats before iu«*, radiantly
beautiful. o*ll me, Ai geline,
will you Is* my wife now ?”
She drew his head down to
her, and, for her answer, ki-sed
the sightless eyes reverently
and tenderly.
They were married in a short
[time —on a New A’ear’a Day
after all—and never had the
count felt prouder than when
In* led away from tin* alter a
bride whom everyone else
thought hideous.
Neither of tllelll cured tortile
comments of the world, for they
ex[*erienced a truer happiness
than they hal ever known be
fore.
Those who attended the re
1.00 PER ANNUM, IN ADVANCE
ceptions of the Emperor Napo
leon IIJ., during the next sis.
years, might have noticed
ii distinguished-looking office,,
leaning on the arm of « ] !U i v
Closely veiled, both evidently
attracted to the spot hv their
l“V)> of music. They wire
the ( omit and Countess de St
1.1-:FT AT M XOMN^^I
Thu work was all over and \t#
had been assured by Deputy
' Grand Master Carpenter that
he had arranged with Supreme
Grand Superintendent Herkley
sot our return, through the
kindness of the worshipful mas
ter of trains of.the Seaboard
Air-Line, who would have the
local freight train stop at Lux
omni and take us aboard and
bring ns safely to Howel station
| whence we might hoof it into
the city. So brother Carpen
ter, in anticipation of an easy
i trip, had invested in two or
three pounds of country butter
and several dozen eggs to bring
to the good lady who boards
him on the installment plan.
We heard the whistle atGloster
and all of us lined up on the
j north side of the trank fucing
1 toward the east and wuited for
further instructions.
As the headlight Hashed
around u curve the stution mas
ter raised his lantern and began
waving it frantically. The
whistle shrieked wildly at the
! station post and we iou!d see
the white, set face of the en
gineer us lie cb sed his eyes and
leaned hack on the throttle lev
er as it in anticipation of u
hold-up. and with a rush and
r ar the train went sweeping bv
and through the rear window
of the ear we caught a glimpse
of the engineer, who g. ntly laid
his thumb alongside his nose
and fluttered his extended fin
|g<rs at derisively, as much ns
.much as to indicate that lie was
not to bo fisiled by any gang of
Gwinnett county yahoos We
all, with one accord, turned our
• •yes upward to where the great
white stirs swum in a sea ot
azure, and ono deep drawn, pre
| concerted and simultaneous
swear saluted the silence from
eight thirsty throats.
Then we began to examine
the station master and asked
him how far it was to Noreross,
and In* answered seven miles
How lar was it Id the nearest
point on the Richmond and he
answered, •‘Wo are seven miles’
Then we asked him how far it
was to Tucker and lie replied
mechaifically, as if he had
learned his lesson well, “Just
seven miles away.” In desper
ation the waggish Wood asked
how long before tin 1 next train
would pass traveling westward
and lie told us, without a trem
or, sevou hours. Then it dawn
ed upon us that he was a way
faring man who believed in the
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Olelirated f->rits great i»avenin<
sarepgth anil lifaltlifiilness. a>'.
sun's I lie food against alum and all
forms of adulteration common to
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mystic number. Somebody, I
believe it was Wilkinson, pro
posed tlmt we walk down the
track to LilLurn, a mile and a
quarter.rilatent, and telegraph
the management that we were
going to tile suits for heavy
damages unless a special train
were sent for us at once from
Atlanta.
The Hying freight tram was
speeding westward at the rate
of seventy miles an hour, and
brother Moon asked, in his most
persuasive tone, if the walking
was good between Luxomni and
Lilburn, and the young man re
plied thut it was fairly good for
goats, as there were only seven
trestles intervening, the longest
only Too feet in length, and
lln.t we were not likely to meet
more than one eastboundfreight
train on each of the trestles,
and we decided not to assess tho
damages until we called tl e roll
of the survivors. Hash long
deft ned mnkcth tho stomach
ache, and a portion of the good
ly company determined to in
dulge in a spread. One wiser
than they suggested that tho
difference between Yellow river
oysters and the other varieties
was that the latter were only
eatable during the months con
taining an K in them, whereas
the Yellow river product was
only good during such months
os contained all the letters of
tlie alphabet including the it.
Mr. Mayson's experience
proved the truth of the state
ment’. An hour after suppcc
ho told me confidentially that
he felt as if ho had swallowed a
peck of Waterbnrry watches
that had all been warmed up to
active existence and were set
I three hours fast. Then we heard
a whistle, but the curves and
I loops in the .Seaboard Air-Line
are of such a deceptive nature
I that we could not tell whence
lit came, nor whither it was
traveling, and thinking that it
wa9 leaving the east and jour
neying toward the west, we de
termined on heroic measures to
stop it until we could get
'aboard. Dr. Carpenter mag
nanimously tendered the use of
his eggs for torpedoes, and we
I confiscated the butter for the
purpose of greasing tho rails,
and in the gathering gloom the
doctor might have been seen
i placing tin* ovarian torpedoes
on the rails, while* Dan Irby,
with a pound of country butter
| m each hand, was slicking the
rails.
Just then the train hove iu
sight going in the other direc
tion and we retired for consul
tation, while tho howls of the
conductor, the maledictions of
the engineer aud remarks of ths
flagman smote the ambient air.
During the next four hours four
freight trains and three passen
ger trains, besides au extra,
passed going north, and we de
cided that the company had
jumped its laundry bill and was
removing its movable assets to
Nnrsolk and firmly ‘’X|)ected to
find, as wo walked into town
next day, a gang of men taking
up the rails from the abandoned
roadbed. But after a night of
suspense wo inanagsd to stop
the west bound pussengtr train
at 5 o-’elook in the morning by
wrapping one of Brother Moon’s
pink porous plasters around a
tm kitchen lamp and placing it.
on the pile of crossties which
we laboriously stacked across
the track, and hoarding the
train, we explained to tb>‘ oou
il no tor, at the point of the corn-
I pa*H, that we were on the square,
i ami he, being a level-headed
| man, agreed to drop the mat
ter.
M. M. K. in Evening Consti
tution.
BKAI 'i iVI L SL A SH ELLS.
Every one admires them.
Since coming South I lia\e re
ceived numerous inquiries from
Northern pis.pl,- for sea shells,
and imw 1 am prepared to an
swer yes, 1 can send you shells,
for 1 have made quite a collec
tion of lovely shells, both from
our own coast, the coral reefs
and s .me lovely ones from the
West India islands 1 will mail
a dozen or more different kinds,
no two* alike, to any out* who
-ends a sends a stamp for post
in',
Mgs. F. A. Wanner,
Jacksonville. Fla.