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VOL. Xli* "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. FREE PILLS. » Send your address t<> II E. 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As sures the fo<Ml against alum anil all furies of adulteration common to the i l eap brands. Hoyal Rakish I’CWDK.R COMI’.UIY, Nkw YORK. TAKE HEEI) LEST YOU 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 cuting attorney, alter vainly •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. “ Arkansaw Traveler. Ripana Tabules cure constipation. Kipaus Tabules cure torpid liver.