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"Il'Js oNJoiIN BROWN.
I Pm \p wf was surprised to
M. . that ml ward R. jlopkins,
-f• ‘Styled mechanic, with Cou
fox N binds. is a surviving
Flo'/ 098 1,1 t1 " 1 * ,an S' n ß J°' ,n
nv/wn at Jpnrper’s Ferry, and
,-tfs a young soldi°r participated
, in the capture of that noted
abolitionists and revolutionist.
Edward- Ilopkins was little
more thaji a youth when as a
member |>f the Young Guards
of Richitfhnd lie lielped to bat
ter downs the doors of the en
gine rooii in which Brown had
taken skelter at the Harper’s
Ferry aisenal, oi*Oct. 18, 1860.
The gating volunteer of Vir
ginia was, of course, a rebel
soldier a id rose to the rank of
captain, and as an honorable
memento of the great struggle
■carriesa minnie-ball in his hip.
Captain Hopbin’n narrative
of the John Brown raid and
the capture of that noted out
law is most thrilling and enter
taining. Capt. Hopkips assist
ed in guarding John Brown,
pending his trial and convic
tion by court martial, and after
wards superintended tin l erec
tion of the gallows on which
Itrown was hanged. The noted
abolitionists was escorted to
the gallows by several compa
nies of military, and Gov. W ise
and his stall' of Virginia colo
nels occupied seats on the scaf
fold. The iron nerve of Brown
never deserted him, and he
faced death with absolute non
chalance.
Capt. Hopkins is a most in
teresting character. He has
seen distinguished ’ service in
the days that tried men’s souls,
and with his commanding phys
ique he uppers equal to another
four year’s fight for his country.
—Walton News.
H F. 1 ,PI, K SSTS~ T< )B R E AD.
Captain Rliss was sea
men, a strict disciplinarian,
and his crew respected him be
yond measure. Not one of them
would have dreamed of inter
preting a command otherwise
than aeeording to the strict
letter of the law. Things must
be ildne ship-shape under his
rule.
One day. while the ship was
in a certain port, the captain
gave a dinner to some town ac
quaintances, and as the re
sources of the ship were not
great some of the sailors were
deputed 1o wait on the table to
re-enforce the insufficient num
ber os servants.
As these men were not used
to such work, each one was told
exactly wlmt service would fall
to his share.
The hour came, and tlrt» din
ner went merrily on. Present
ly, however, one of the Indies
wanted a piqccfd bread. There
was none very near her, and
the finely disciplined stewards
seemed to be quite oblivious ti
her need. She turned her head
and spoke very softly to the
man at her elbow.
“Bread, please,” she said.
He looked r< gretfully at th*
bread and then at her. It wa
evident that he would fain havi
helped her i( it had been in his
power. He saluted ih fine na
val style.
‘‘Can’t do it, ma’am,” sail
lie. “I’m told off for talers.’
—London Telegraph.
During President Jackson's
time a wooden pipe was laid
from the capitol at Washington
to a spring two miles distant
for the purpose of supplying
the building with pure water
S une years later the wo*dei.
pipe began to decay and and ai
iron pipe was substituted. Thi
was in constant use until a lev
weeks ago, but is now being re
moved. The workmen were sur
prised to discover la-1 week that
i t the corner of H street and
North Capitol str-ot the pipe
had teen tapped and a line o
sparkling spring wuter earriic
iato a house near by. It is sup
posed the pipe was tapped so n
utter it was laid, for peopL
who have livod in the vicinity
for years never knew of it, am
the family that has been sup
plied all these years with th
pure spring water intended for
the nation's law makers de
clure they never knew where
the woL r came from. There
is no evidence that the family
took the trouble to investigate
The supply of water lias always
been sufficient and satisfactory,
and the family has been spared
the trouble of p ying water
tolls and the inconvenience of
drinking water from the Po
tomac river.
A MAN OF RESOURCE.
A good story is told of the
late Count Gieiohen when he
was an embassador in London.
4U a dinner party it was his
hard luck to have to conduct to
the table a lady of a taciturn
and unresponsive natuie.
l'o all his politi nothings she
auswand never i word. Noth
ing daunted, la* continued to
r)lv her with small talk, till at
she slowly turned her head
toward him and deliberately
yawued.
_ The count was equal to the
occasion.
‘•Ah, madam,” he said loud
ly, “I also have gold in my
U»th.” —Strand Magazine.
XXVII.* NO 2
The Gwinnett Herald.
EQUALITY.
All men are equal in God’s
sight:
There is no black and there is
no white;
There is'no high and there is no
low;
There is no friend and there is
no foe;
And earthly passion and earth
ly pride
The glance of the Godhead can
not abide,
The petty distinctions of rank
and caste
Are shriveled and shrunk in the
furnace blast
Of God’s great love when the
angel Death
Has stilled the heart beats and
stopped the breath;
And the gates' oT heaven as wide
do swing
For the lowliest peasant as the
lordliest king,
And the tires of hell burn just
as'bright
For the rich or poor, for the
black or white.
—New York Sun.
GR A NDMOTHE R’S YE LI ,0 W
SCARF.
The most cherished possession
of my girlhood was the yellow
crepe sears that had been my
Grandmother Walcott’s as she
herself was mv girlhood’s idol.
Dead long before I was born,
dead before even my mother
had grown to know her, it was
the youthful picture of her in
the great old house on the Hud
son, whither she had gone as a
bride from her own New Eng
land home, that was my ideal.
It was the portrait of a young
woman, slight, reunded of fig
ure, radiant hut inscrutable of
face. A cloud of dazzling hair
framed her countenance and
her eyes had all the lights of
the topaz in their depths. Her
mouth, gleaming scarlet in the
clear colorlessness of her face,
was smiling—the strangest, sad
dest, scornfiillest smile I ever
saw'. Over her low-necked dim
ity gown hung a scarf of yellow
crepe tnat caught the lights in
tier hair and eyes. She seemed
i daughter of the sun and sea
foam, so bright was she.
Worshiping her as I did. 1
was naturally delighted when
her earlv home at Winterburg
came to lie my mother’s prop
erty and it. was decided that we
diould go there early in the
the spring to make the place
habitable against our summer
sojourn. We found an old*
fashioned, slopping-roe fed dwell
mg, facing the sea pathetically,
fpposite it was its counterpart,
vhich had been allowed to fall
1 1 most into ruin. It was the
home of Miss I.ucretia Dobbin,
mu of grandmother’s coutem
•oraries. She was, in the par
unce of her neighbors, ‘‘a little
pieer. ” To my mind she seem
d stark mad. She was small,
md old, and shriveled, but not
lent. Her wisp of gray hai»
he wore elaborately curlen
ibout her shrunken, yellow
ace. Her eyes were bright and
eadlike, and her attire was m
t range as her person. Down
it the breakwater she was often
fi be found, and oftener was
eon straining her eyes seaward
with an old spy-glass fixed in
me of her upper windows point
ng out across the water con
itantly. She was one of tho*
litiful old creatures to be found
n most towns where the men
vere wont to follow the sea —
vonien who hud lost track ot
he inarch of events and whose
minds were always busy plan
ting for the return of a lover
who sailed away and came back
io more.
Miss I.ucretia, we were told,
iwned the house in which she
lived, and her neighbors pro
vided for her in a tactful style
by leaving provisions for her at
her door. Open gifts she re
lented or rejected, but she com
promised with her pride by ac
•epting whatever was left for
her in this unostentatious man-
A week or so after our arrival
1 was sent over with the box of
provisions which ; t was our turn
to leave for the stiange old wo
man. With due regard for the
village custom of bestowing tin
gift with all the secrecy of a
sneak thief, 1 skirted the house
and reached the kitchen door.
But I was a novice in the art of
escaping attention, for just as
I laid the box against the sill,
the door opened and our ben
eficiary stood before me. I ex
pected to he dismissed haughti
ly with my gifts, hut instead
Miss Lucretia suid, with an up
LAWRENCEVILLE, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, MARCH 23rd 1897.
parent effort .to modulate her
harsh voice:
‘‘ls that you, Hope ?”
I was a little startled that
she should know my name, but
1 answered politely, ‘‘Yus, Miss
Lncretin, I just came over”—
Then I paused, not wishing
to mention the ham and the
huscuitf* which had been the
primary cause of my visit.
“Yuii just came over to see
me,” said Miss Lucre!ia firmly,
and with surprising diplomacy.
“Ah, the grocer has left my
provisions, I see. Well, come
right in, Ilojie.”
I hesitated. Then curiosity
to see the old, house overcame
fear. But 1 had no sooner got
ten inside the door than my
hostess shut it. and locked it
quickly. 1 rejiented my en
trance.
“Come, Hope, come to the
window again and watch with
me,” said Miss Lucretia, and
again her voice gave the im
pression of being consciously
‘slowed’ and softened to hide
real haste and passion. I ob
jected strongly to going to the
window, but now that 1 was in
the house I did not know what
else to do. 1 reasoned that, it
was better to humor her. Ho I
crossed the crumbling thresh
old between the rooms and
went?with her to tin- window.
“You liavo a fine view of the
harbor here,” I said my voice
trembling unaccountably.
“We can watch for him here
together, can we not b” she re
plied; and instead of. conveying
the idea of pathetic loneliness
and patience, her tones were
vibrant with malevolence and
satire.
“Yes, but I must leave you
now,” said I, still tremulous.
•‘Good night, Miss I.ucretia.’
For answer her bony hands
were clasped tightly, over my
wrists.
“Oh, no! You mustn’t leave
me yet, Hope,!’ she said slowly
iiid with deep vieiousi.ess. “We
will watch a little longer. It
is growing dark, isn’t i< ? But
we can see where the loam is
white on the black waves, can
we not ? We can see the light
of his boat as it glides in. We
have watched so often together,
you and I. You had no lover
on the sias, but such a warm
heart as yours, Hope, couldn’t
bear to think of my loneliness,
so you shared it. Do you re
member how often the boat lias
•onie at twilight ? You would
slip out when you saw her au
thoring, leaving me to meet
him alone, you said. \oil devil!
Fo meet him first yourself, to
deal his faith with your swift
smile, with your yellow eyes,
before he had over climbed the
hill to me. You devil 1 You
devil 1 ”
“Miss Lucretia,” I pleaded,
t rembling with fear and horror,
“I don’t understand you. In
deed Ido not. I never saw you
until a week ago. Let me go
borne! ”
‘‘Go home!” she cried, i>eer
mg hideously into my tuce.
;‘Go home! You must go,
mist you not, and let me meet
him alone? Ah, you snake!
I'lieie, at the door, while his
eyes are hungry for a look ot
love after days away on the
lonely waters, you will smile at
litn, There at the door, while
he is on his way to me, you, you
with ’ your coppery hair and
your eyes of gold stone —that’s
what In- called them. He told
me! Oh! he told me I He
sai<Lthut you were u witch, all
made of yellow sunshine and
unher and the brown depths of
pools. , I know you. You wind
that yellow scarf around your
hair and your eyes shine he
m ath it and you are all glitter
ing und lithe and witch-like.
Where did you get your yellow
scarf, Hope? Which of them
brought it to you from over tin
sea? Whose token of love is it?
Oh I know it was not liis! He
never sailed away in a mer
chantman —he was only a fish
erman. But who brought il
110 you? Which of them,
which?”
The wietched yellow scurf
which 1 had unconsciously
caught up and worn on leaving
the house, had fallen over my
shoulders, tier cruzy eyes were
fastened on it. She went on
rapidly:
“Oh! He told me how you
trapped him in your net of
gleaming hair. Ho said, ‘Lot
im- go away where the wind wi J
sweep the glittering web sli •
spins out of my brain. Let me
go again upon the sea away
; from the siren of t l.e land.'
I That was the wa v lie llimight
of you, you witch! And 1 hade
him go. And he never cam
again, never, never,”
Her voice dwindled into n
soh. Her hands relaxed their
jawful tension. 1 sought to
loosen her hold and flee, bill
tlie slight movement re-aroused
her and her clutch was like tin
hold of death in an ins)nt.
“So we will watch for him
together as we used; we wil
watch until the lights fade out
there and the inorinng come- 1
over the sea. Hut to-night we j
shall see him, you and I. For.
I will tell you, since lie dots
not come to us—” her voice
sank to a terrible whisper, “we
will go to him.”
With the deftest motion of
one shrunken hand she cauglil
ends of the yellow scarf and
[drew them tight about my
throat making a slip-knot with
horrible swiftness. I felt tin
silk gather about me, binding
my neck. I made a com ulsivi
movement of my hands togras|
if, hut she had the strength
and skill of all the furies.
“How will this do for font
Gallows Hill, you witch?” sin
hissed. Then she loosened tli
noose slightly. “Not yet, me
yet; we will watch the night
out , first, unless they come I'm
you,” she said. “How ugh
yOuwiil l*e, you viper, with
your yellow eyes bulging urn
your smooth face purple! H<
will not think you beautiful
when lie sees? you this time.”
I hail been passive ill ;|0 pat
alysis of fear so long Hint li •
even with her lunatic's ciinnim
And suspicion, was lulled inti
believing me incapable of ac
tion. She even smiled con
temptuously into my face mu
sneered. ‘‘Von always were a
coward, Hope.” So that sin
was no more prepared for tin
sudden return of my faculties
than, truth to tell, l mvseli
was. Hut suddenly tin* hlooi
seemed to rush through nn
frozen body. My brain worked j
Mv arms and hands were again \
the servants of my will. Sin
held the ends of that silken
noose in her hands; mine, woo
free. I gave <nn* sudden le«|
and seized her by the waist
Even as 1 threw her back, fore
ing my heathy young weigh
upon her, even as I felt Inn
, jerking the scarf tighter about
my throat, I was conscious o
an awful shame that J, I, young
and vigorous, should l>e pinion
big tin old woman to the lion
I pressed my knee against lie j
chest to keep her still, am
with strength gained from wha
source Ido not know, 1 tin
'nosed her death-like grip upm
the halter she had about me
In the twinkling of tin eye 1 In i
it off, and w hHe she fought ti j
gerishly I tied those cruel, era/,* ;
hands of hers. Then stilt keep
ing her beneath me on the Hnn
1 screamed till the deserted old
house echoed with horror am
the night air was full of sliril
cries that pierced the dull mmi
otone of tlie surf.
They came rushing at th*
sound —my people and passim
neighbors. We hound tin* Inn
atic and I tried bridly to tell o'
my experience. But no mu
volunteered any explanation <>
the possible why 1 should huvi
been made her victim until old
Mrs. Donaldson came tin* m*xt
morning to see me. She h«>ke(
at im* curiously.
“You see,” she said. You’r*
the the living picture of Hope
Kenton when she was yum
age.”
“Well?” said I.
“Oh, I don’t know any)him
definite. Hope—well—all til
men that saw Hope seemed t<
take it pretty hard. It appear
ed to go to llieir heads. Mavbe
she didn’t mean any harm. I
don’t know, 1 gn-'-js as u mallei
of fuel, sin- didn’t do such a deal
of lusting harm. Most of them
married afterwards. Sin- am
Lucretia were bosom friends foi
awhile. Lucretia was pledged
to Ephraim Hardy, you know
But just a month or two fs-l'ori
your grumtina married .) ma
than Walcott and went to New
York State to live, there was a
dreadful split. I never knew
what about. Your grandma
wasn’t one to talk and heside.-
slu- was busy with her wedding
clothes? But I think 1 under
stand it all now. l'oor Ephraim
Hardy, In- never came home.
That scarf must have helped
bring back the time to Lu-
' cretin. Your gnndffit used to
■ wear it lot ”
*****
Miss Lucretia strains her
wild eyes seaward from the
o red windows of mi asylum
[•mar home. Poor Ephraim
Hardy lies fat horns (loop beyond
the Hashing lights upon the
reef. And 1--I tako no more
prido in the gold brown hair
and the yellow eyes that are so
like those in grandma's picture
—painted when she first came
as Jonathan Walcott’S bride to
his home, leaving behind her
forever the northen sea and the
house that looked upon it.
STODDARD'S MULE.
Many years ago down in Ida
ho, during a gold excitement, a
good many men went into the
country to make money outside |
the gold-hunting industry. The
idea was to make the other fel
lows delve for the gold while
they appropriated it afterward
itollin Daggett, afterward Ne
vada’s Congressman, establish
ed a ferry-boat on a small creek
and named the place “Death's
Ford, - ’ at the same time in
venting a musty legend to the
effect that it was thus named
because so many livps had been
lost in the attempt to cross it.
I’he stream was not over a doz
en yards wide, and tho water
now here over two feet deep, but
•le rigged up a Hat-boat and
pulled it back and forth hy a
rope contrivance. Whenever
i lie prospectors crossed he re
galed them with horrible tales
of the treachery of the stream.
Hid tho remorseless epiieksands
which had drawn so many men
mil mules to terrible deaths.
In the night when ho ferried
eople over In- would caution
hem not to get too near the
Age of the boat, as n fall over
oard wus certain death. Hy
citing the dim old lantern go 1
ait and making slow time he
reqiiently impressed the pass-
tigers with the idea that tin*
stream was half a mile wide.
For night trips ho c! urged ffi,
nit if the wind was high and
In* weather bad he struck sun
'nine prospectors for much larg
*r sums. In the daytime #1
van his modest charge.
lb* went along this way for
•evertl month*, tho men who
tislicd to the hill.i looking upon
lim as a benefactor to bis race
>y this conquering of soformid
ihle uii obstacle to travel as
‘Death’s Ford.”
One day Charlie, Stoddard,
he promoter, appeared on the
*ank with a mule and boarded
In* Hat-boat to cross. In the
nidst of the stream, just when
the ferry man was telling how
angerous the place was, the
mile grew restive and fell over
i ..id. One 1-g caught on a
rope, and he got his head under
water, and, unable to extricate
limself, was drowned. When
ie was cut loose he lay there
in the middle iif “Death Ford,”
half out of water, so that all
Gio came along saw what n
Miserable sham the ferry was,
mil that any four-looted uni
mu) could walk ucross. Dag
'ett tried to got the mule away,
*ut he was too heavy to hudg»,
and so he lay there in plain
sight for weeks, until Daggett’s
luniness as a ferryman was
ruined.
That’s tin) reason nlil Ibig
hardly over speaks to Charlie
Stoddard when lie ini-els him.
—Carami (NYv.) Appeal.
TOOK I IKK ADVICE.
A clergyman in a southern
j state wan called to | i rmorn a
(marriage ceremony in a poor
white aettlenient. After the
knot was tied Mi" mother of the
! bridj place before the guest* n
lin shim-nts in the form of rye
I whisky.
The pastor, by virturo of his
I office as a Christian minister,
reinonstiated with Imr for thus
starting in life the new couple.
The mother, a large woman,
about a foot taller than the
minister, placing her arms
akimbo andlooking him straight
in the eye, suul:
•‘Look ayere, mister preacher
yer kim yert* to marry this yero
couple. Vo’ve married this
yern couple. Now git.”—New
Voik Tribune.
An exchange says the figure
9 came into the calendar Janu
ary I ’■'S'. I. and will slay with us
111 years from that date,or un
til December HI, 199 U. No
other figure ever had such a
long consecutive run, and the
9 itself has only once before
been in a race which lasted over
a century in which it continu
(ously figured.
1 UA MEXICaNA.
Poppies—red poppies, nod
ding lazily over the edge of tin
thin blue vase and half shield,
ing a laughter-eyed ettpid win
points his arrow straight at
their sleep-laden hearts.
Sweet Soledad 1 I see her
now—and the red poppy she
wore in her hair.
Powers was my partner and
what Powers didn’t know about
cattle raising wasn’t easily
found out. I never knew much
of his history. He came of
proud old southern stock, had
been educated in Virginia,
struck out west and drifted
down into Mexico. He was a
handsome fellow and had a pe-
I ciiliar way of tossing back his
I head and looking down upon
mortals in a condescending way
from his vantage point of six
feet two. And Holedad. I shall
see her always ns she looked
then in the early morning sun
light.
Wo had ridden into Sonora
the night before from the ranch
some twenty miles away, to
get provisions for tho coming
month. A crowd of idlers and
street venders stood around our
laden mules. Powers was fast
ening on the last pack and ban
tering a brown-skinned Indian
(lower girl. Suddenly he turn
ed nml catching the laughing
girl in his arms, kissed her
Squarely on the mouth. And
then —for the first time —I saw
Soledad. She was standing in
the doorway of one of the low
adobes, a great water jar bal
a need deftlv on her little head
I liavo seen many women and
am slow to call one fair, but 1
have never found a face more
beautiful than the one that
looked out from beneath tin
graceful folds ot Soled ad’s scar
let rebozo. And she wore a red
poppy twined in ti e braids of
her thick black hair. Her great
•■yes looked on the scene before
her in surprise and pain, and
as the flower girl (led from Pow
ers’ embrace, her glance met
mine and then I knew—she
loved him.
We rode slowly out of town,
horses following the mul'S with
heads hung down and bmlh s
swingihg carelessly. As we
passed the spring which bursts
from a little hill by tho rondwi
saw a woman filling her jar from
the ciear waters. It was Sole
dad. She turned at the sound
ol our horses’ feet, and Powers
reined up with the words of sa
lute on 1 is lips, but sho looked
from us and bent again over the
spring.
We rode on in -silence. 1
glanced back and she stood
looking after us, one slender
brown hand shading her eye
and the other holding the half
-111 led jar.
We sut bv the tiro in the
adoho on the ranch, and I blew
i cloud of smoke from my pipe
and clasped my hands behind
my head. ‘‘Powers, it I were
to marry down here, I’d go for
that girl we saw by the spring.”
He took his pipe from bis
mouth and turned his eyes s'ow
ly on me.
“She is already spoken for.”
Im said in measured tones, and
his hand Hell carelessly upon
tho revolver in his belt. Then
he tossed buck his head and
looked at me in that peculiur
way of his.
Two months passed and we
sat again by the fire. Powers
was gazing steadily into the
coals and I—was thinking ol
Soledad. She had changed of
late, a hunted look came into
her beautiful eyes and a sorrow -
ful droop to the rmy mouth
Only in Powers’ presence did
her eyes sparkle and her quick
smile come and go.
“Powers.”'l said, “you ought
to marry that girl.”
lie looked at me in silence
and u sinister smile played
about bis handsome mouth.
Then ho drew from his pocket a
picture, the refined features ol
some southern beauty und toss
ing back bis head said simply:
‘‘My wife I” l threw the pic
ture at his feet and faced him
as he sprang up. revolver in
liund. Kut the weapon dropp'd
to his side and he smiled —the
smile that could bring back the
old Soledad. and stooping pick
ed up the picture. And 1 rush
eil out into the night.
Four months passed by and
Powers’ trips to Honora, grow
ing less frequent, bad now stop
ped entirely. I sat alone in the
adobe. Powers was at the herd
er’s cabin a quarter of a mile
away. #
1.00 PER ANNUM, IN ADVANCE
I caught the sound of a horse’s
galloping feet. They stopfei
before our hut and a sharp rap
sounded on tne door. I sprang
up and a Mexican stood in the
doorway. lfis sinewy hand
; clenched a knife under the
heavy tolds of Ids serape and he
i swept the room with one glance
j of his angry eyes.
“W here is he?” he demand
led.
“I returned the stranger’s in
| solent stare. “And who are
!you?”
He took one step towards me,
his face black with rage.
“I am—her brother. ”
I lie door opened and Powers
stood before us. His handsome
mouth was set and there was a
fearless look in his eves.
“in the open fiield, Senor,”
he said, extending his hand to
ward the door.
The Mexican bowed.
Powers stood in the doorwav,
his head thrown back.
“Good-bye,” le* said, “he’ll
tell you when—it’s over.”
In halt an hour a knock sound
ed on the door. We found him
with his proud head thorwn
bach and a smile on his hand
some dead face.
Five months since them. 1
was alone. I missed him—hand
some, heartless hoy—for ho was
young. A knock—the door
swung slowly open and—her
brother. He was white and
wan and his great dark eyes—
so like Soledad’s—gleamed
ghostly bright.
“She is dead,’’.ho said slow
ly. “and sends you—her child.
Ah, Senor, I loved her. well—
my Soledad.
********
“Writing again?” inquires a
soft voiceover my shoulder, and
1 turn to her eyes, innocent as
they were at, first —and a smile
that plays around his lips. •
Sweet Soledad!
WROTE A CHECK RIGHT
OFF.
The other day a farmer-look
ing man entered a Griswold
street bank with a check which
he handed t>> tho paving-teller,
•md which wus at once returned
to him with tho remark:
“No money here. ”
“What? Aro you out of
money?” asked the caller.
“O nu. 1 mean that the man
whose name is signed there lias
no money on deposit here.”
“Is that so? Why, he’s one
• f tiio nicest men I ever met.”
“That may be, but his check
isn't worth nnytning here. ”
“Isn’t, eh? Why he hoarded
with me a whole month, and we
ihink.everything of him. May
tie he’s got money here and it's
mislaid somewhere.”
“The check is worthless, sir.
He never had a dollar on de
posit here.”
“Never did, eh? 1 don't see
how it comes about. When 1
»sked him for his board he
wrote this check out as quick
as wink. You couldn’t pay it
md trust him for the money,
eh?”
Tho teller looked ut him la u
sorrowful way for a moment,
and the man continued:
“You’d bettor do that way.
I hate to hurt his feelings, you
know!”*
“Say, that cheek is worthless,
ind I don’t want y<>u to bother
me!” exclaimed the teller.
“You don’t, eh? Well, I
won’t, but, I think it’s a mean
sort of a trick on your part.
When a mail goes and writes a
•heck right off like he did it
ought to lie paid. When 1 go
notne mid lie asks me if 1 gut
ihe money do you ’sp.ose I’m
<oing to tell him what you've
said? Not much! 1 don’t hurt
nobody's feelings if 1 call help
it ” —Detroit Free Press.
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FALL.
There waited into this office
this week a tramp. His face
indicated intelligence; his per
son bore every appearance of
great neglect and abuse' his
clothing was all soiled, and on
the whole appearance was piti
able as he asked for help to
reaoh the next station tin his
route,
Inquiry revealed the fact that
not many years ago this same
tuan held responsible and prof
itable positions on some of the
leading daily papers of Georgia
—positions that now pay good
salaries. But lie no longer fills
such positions. Ho probably
does not even apply for them
now. lie even begs for a dime
here and there to avoid the cross
ties or for a piece of bread to
satisfy his constant hunger.
The man has fallen.
What, has produced such a
change in the two pictures, of
ten years ago and of to day?
Let the poor untort unate, in
his own words, answer: “I be
gan to dr : nk.” These words
have shadowed many another
bright life, they have dispelled
many a bright ho|»e, they have
destroyed many a string will
and burned out many a noble
ambition, they have silvered the
locks of many a proud old fath
er, they have furrowed the
cheeks for the stream of tears
for many a tender hearted and
faithful old mother, yea they
have dug ntuny an untimely
grave for many an unfortunate
man. And yet men will con
tinue to drmk and the boys will
follow afte? them. This man
is but an inevitable illustration
of the man who begins to drink.
A gentleman—a tramp —the be
ginning and the ending.
This man is not without hope.
The next position ho secures he
expects to keep; he proposes to
conduct himself >n uprightness
and to be a man. I’oor follow!
He does not even yet realize
that this drink lias destroyed
his will power and that he has
little any strength left. There
is only about one chance in ten
for him. He is probably now
beyond the line of recovery, and
the grave is the most promising
abode of his future, for “no
drunkard cun enter the kingdom
of hei-.ven - ” “Let him that
thinketh h° standeth take heed
lest ho fall.”— BarHesville Ga
zette.
A LIBERAL PROSECUTOR.
In Poinsett county, a prose
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•udeuvoring to convict a man
upon an iiulictmeut found by
the grand jury, arose in court
ind said:
“Your honor, I see that it is
useless to bring a man to trial
in this.county, and 1 now pro
pose t<> nolle pros, alt remaining
•ases. •*
The judge raised no objection
and tiie cases wire wiped out.
lust us the prosecuting attorney
reached the foot of the stairs,
he was met by the foreman of
the grand jury Jwho said that
he had just found an indict
ment against a man for stealing
i cow.
“It makes no ditference,‘‘ re
plied the attorney “I'm go
ing home—have fooled with you
fo'lnwH as long as I am going
to. Makes no difference with
me how many indictments you
Hnd.“
“Well, but the witnesses are
all here, and out yonder stands
the man who lost the cow.‘
Come here a minute,“ said
the attorney, calling the man.
“What was your blamed cow
worth ?“
“Twelve dollars and a half."
“Well, hire's your money.
, I'd rather pay the money than
to monkey with the case. “
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