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VOL. XXVII. NO 3 *
AN INNOCENT WIVE MADE
TIIE VICTIM.
Af.FKED WEST. AT WAY<T.OSS, IM-
I PEBSONATED MEEK ITT JAMES
1 AND JOINED MBS. JAMES
IN liED.
Special to The'Journal.
tWAvenoss, Mure!) 28. — Alfred
jj|f ist; the fourteeu-ycar-old sen
Kit an Englishman, who recent-
By moved to this section, was
rateniamled to jail without ball
■Mast night for a crime that is
Sit usual, and perhaps without a
■(/jlraliel in Georgia. Judgh
gKfepUiams held the preliminary
■ Mrs. Merritt James on Sat
urday i ioht. retired early, her
bI.S and being at his father’s!
■tore near there. About 8:80
, o’clock some one came in ln-r
■room and she thought the man
h was her husband. Not a word
was spoken bv cither one. Mrs.
James had been asleep and was
■till drowsy when the man join
ed her in bed. He spent about
five minutes with lier and got
tip hurriedly and opened the
door. Mrs. James became sus
picious and called him. She
followed him to the door, and
could get no answer from him.
! He looked back and a rav of
moonlight struck his face. Mrs.
James saw that he was not her
husband, and she testi(led that
her assailant was Alfred West,
a fourteen-year-old boy, about
the size of her husband.
She screamed anil called hei
husbaud, who came with others,
to her assistance.
Mrs. Janies is a daughter of
Rev. Randal Cason, and is very
handsome. She lives three
miles north of Wavcross.
She is about nineteen, was mar
ried about two years ago, and is
the mother one child.
MARK TWAIN.
It is a Denver newspaper tra
diti >n that the funui -t bit .
journalistic work ever don-
Mark Twain .was strangled by
too friendly proof reader. Mark
was given an assignment to
write up the opening of a saloon
—-quits a noteworthy event in
thosodayain the Colorado town
He thought it would be funny
to in ike his account of the fes
tivities hear silent witness to
the potency of the free refresh
ments dispensed. The article
op»riedsoberly enough, but soon
the diction became misty, then
the spelling grew confused, and
finally the whole thing Aegon
rated into a maudlin, incobe
rent eulogy of the saloon-keep
er.
It vas tunny. Mark read it
over and laughed until lie cried
But the next morning when he
eagerly scanned the paper In
could not find bis work. In an
obscure corner he saw a two
line item Stating that “the Al
cazar saloon was opened with
appropriate fostivites last
night.” That was all.
lie rushed down to the <>fiie>
and inquired about his article
The managing editor know noth
ing about it. The city editor
couldn’t tell what had beconru
of it. The foreman said he
hadn't «een it.
As Mark was snorting about
the “outrage” and was running
about the otlico trying to get
track of the missing copy i
proof reader slyly unrig-"d him
and said, confidentially, ,l, t oti
owe mo a cig ir."
“How is that?” inquired tin
humorist.
“I’ve earned it,” was the re
fily. “I saved yo\ir job for yon
ast night. Maybe you don’t
know how the old man her
feels about such things, but In
won’t have it if ho li ids it out.
He’s fired three men since l’v»
been here—just that way.
“Just whftt any?”
“Why, just as you were last
night, you know. Your stufl
wouldn tdo at all; it was sun
ply awful. 1 kniw if the oil
man saw it you were gone, so 1
fixed it up myself." —Chicogi
Times Herald.
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grid time tlu-re was no hope for
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li'e.
Mr. Thoe. Egger*, 189 Florida
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iog Consumption; tried wit! tit
result everything else and then
bought one bottle of Dr. King 1 *
New Discovery and in tw4 ireek*
was cured. He is ni Jinlly
thankful.
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The Gwinnett Herald.
A JOURNALISTIC EPISODE.
From the N.Y. Tribune.
After baffling the Unholy greed
of the train conductor for tiek
efs by flashing an annual pass
in his face, the country editor
threw his feet up on the oppo
site seat and (old the following
story:
“Of course, I didn’t escape
being a victim of the rage for
‘woman’s editions’ which swept
over the land a few months ago.
The ladies of a local society for
the amelioration of something
or other descended upon me and
l surrendered, took two pipes,
a pound of smoking tobacco and \
a fishing-rod and decamped,
leaving “The Budget” in their
charge for a week, with the
privilege of making all they
could out of it. My printer was
supposed to stay, but, being by
classification a tramp, and hav
ing a heavy board bill hanging
over his head by a single hair,
he enilirated the opportunity,
two hours after Iniad gone, to
walk away down the railroad
track. This left the mechanic
al end of the office at the mercy
of the ‘devil,’ an inky imp call
ed ‘Tatters.’ The ladies were a
good deal disturbed at the de-|
lection of the printer, but brave j
ly decided to go ahead with
Tatters and get out the paper, i
They called him in t > give him
some instructions, lie stood
before.them wearing, as usual,
a long apron stiff with ink,
paste and unknown substances;
the only thing which saved his
face from being in the same
condition as his apron was the
fact that he was in the habit
of constantly twisting it into so j
many shapes that the ink, paste j
and unknown substances on it
never had time to stiffen. His
hair pointed in all directions, 1
like that of a jack-in-the-box, I
and in his left hand he carried j
a section of a column of wet \
type.
“ ‘What are you doing, Tat
ters ?’ inquired the lady who
was president of the ameliora
tion society, with some dignity..
“ ‘Throw in’ in,’answered the;
imp.
“ ‘Throwing in what ?’
“ ‘Type.’ *
“ ‘lnto what ?’
“‘The case. Think I was j
throwin’ it into my hat ?’
“The lady looked tit him cold
ly, and he went on:
“ ‘But I’m most through,and
you'll hear me hollerin’ for
copy in 'bout a quarter of a \
nour,’ and he retreated into the !
composing-room and slammed
the door.
“The ladies were indignant,
but there was clearly nothing
to do but to grin and bear it.
f few minutes later them came
i most dismal, long-drawn wail
from the other room, which.:
ifter some etfort, they man-1
iged to interpret as the pn in- j
sod ‘hollerin’,’ It was fol- j
lowed by the appearance of
ratters’ head at tne door,
“ ‘What is it ?’ asked the
president, who hud been chosen
>dit*in-ahief, a little sharply.
•‘•Copy!’ returned Tatters.
‘Did you think I was singing
the Doxolergy ?'
“ ‘There is no copy ready y* t
Can’t you do something else ?’
** '1 can that I’ and he snatch*
d off lus apron and started fer
the door. ‘I can be goiu’ fish
in’ just as easy as not.’
“‘Tatters!’ cried the fright
ened editor, springing before
the door, ‘don’t you dare to de
sert us! You stay here until
some copy is ready for you.’
“Tatters retreated and put
on his apron in an agitated
frame of mind.
“A moment later one of the
vounger ladies, who had been
appointed managing editor,took
a roll of daintily written man
uscript from her handbag and
said:
“ ‘Hero. Tatters,is something
which you can begin on.’
“Tatters took it, glanced at
it, sniffed and said:
“ ‘What i* it —spring poetry?’
“ ‘No, it’s the essay that 1
read-at commencement. We
shall put it on the fourth page.'
“‘What! the editorial page?’
shrieked Tatters". Tut that guff
jon the editorial page of The
; Budget! Not much,’ and ljo
tossed the manuscript on the
table.
'! “‘We shall certainly do as
wo see lit,’ interposed the edit
• or-iu chief,* with great dignity.
LAWRENCEVILLE, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, MARCH 30th 1897.
“‘I rt A' cried Tatters,
| again tearing off his apron and
j throwing it behind him, where
it struck in the city editor’s
I lap, greatly to her dismay. ‘I
Design my posish, thatjs all.
Here, if you want it in ink,
gimme a pen. Lenitne write it
out in black ’n’ white—‘Dear
Madam: I hereby resign my
posish. (Signed) Tat tars. ’ Clint i
me a pen, I say!’
“ ‘Tatters, be calm—act rea
sonable,’ said the editor-in
chief, inn soot hing tone. ’What
shall wo [>ut on the editorial
page ?’
“ ‘Editorials, of course,’ he
answered, slightly mollified.
“ ‘On wha'. subject ?’
“ ‘Tariff ’n’ the currency.’
“‘But wo don’t know any
thing about the tariff and the
currency.’
“ ‘Neither does the boss, but
he writes two columns ’bout
’em every week. Bnt if you
can’t do it, writif about bikes.’
“This struck the ladies fa
vorably, and one of them began
writing an article on the bi
cycle craze, while the city edit
or handed Tatters an item,
which he took, wrinkling up
his nose and remarking that
lier ‘question marks look like
button-hooks,’ and retreated to
t lie composing-room.
“For the rest of the day they
kept him pretty well supplied
with work. When not so pro
vided he spent his time perched
on a high stool blowing a whee
zy mouth organ, and occasion
ally shouting ‘copy!’ in an ag
onized tone. Once or twice
something offended him and he
threatened to retign, but, as
the ladies immediately surren
dered, nothing came of it,
“The next two days passed
in a somewhat uneventful man
ner. By giving him plenty of
work lie was kept reasonably
quiet. There w-as not much
t rouble Thursday .either, though
shortly after noon ho set up a
loud roar, saving that he had
been taken suddenly sick and
was in mortal agony. The la
dies ask' d him if they could
not do something for him, but
lie only how a the louder, and
finally lay down on the floor
upon his back and began pound
ing the hoards fiercely with hi
head. A doctor was called, but
as soon us Tatters saw him he
got up quickly and went back
work.
‘“What's tho trouble with
yon, young man ?’ inquired the
doctor.
“‘Antimony poison from tho
type,’ answered Tatters, dis
mally ‘l'll go off some day
with if just liki—scat! All
good printers die of it sooner
or later.’
“Tatters may have told the
truth about his illness, but 1
learned later on tlmt he had
eaten his hatful of green apples
at noontime, and you can draw
vonr own conclusions.
“Friday was press day, nmf
the ladies arrived at tho office
early. Tatters rushed into the
'rout room and addressing him
self confidentially to the city
editor said :
“ ‘Say, want a bully item of
news?”
“ ‘Why, yea, Tatters, of
course; what is it?”
“ ‘Dog-fight,’ answered Tat
ters. ‘Jun Beaseley’s dog and
Deacon Ketcham’s. Down by
the postoflice. The deacon
didn’t waut his dog to fight,
but Jim didn't care. Set down
and get your pencil—tell you
all about it. You see the dogs
met, and Jim’s dog sort of
walked around the Deacon’s
dog once or—what's the matter?
Ain’t you going to use it? ’
“The editor said she thought
not.
“‘What!’ cried Tatters in
consternation, ‘nothing about
it, after I watched it and got
all the faets for you?”
“‘No, 1 don’t think we care
! for it.’
“ ‘Now, see here,’ said Tet
ters, dropping his yoise into a
-till more confidential tone,
'act reasonable, us you say to
mo. 1 saw lust night your pa
per was going to be dull, that
it needed livening up—’taint
all your fault, it’s a-dead week
—I saw thi -, I say, and what j
do you think 1 did this morn
ing, just to help you out?”
“‘I don’t know, Tatters —
what was it?’
“Tatters came closer, sank
his voice almost t<» a whisper,
and said:
“‘I drove the Deacon’s do'
around to the place and then 1
sicked Jim « onto him. All t >
give’you an item !’
“The lady w as deeply touche 1
by his devotion, and said us
much, but was forced to add
that they could not mention a
common dog-fight in their edi
tion.
“Tatters drew back ami stood
silently gazing at her. She ex
pected nothing less than a (inn!
resignation on the spot. But
his face showed sorrow rather
than anger. The young lady
thought she detected a tear,
but this iH not probable. Fora
half-minute he did not move,
then he said:
“ ‘Yon couldn't use it in a
funny way, either, I s’spAse?
It was funny. The deacon
pulled on his dog’s tail, anil
Jim pulled on his dog tail,
though Jim didn’t do any hard
pulling—Jim may have pushed
a little w hen the deacon wasn’t
noticing.’
“ ‘No, Tatters; I’d like to
but I can’t.’
“ ‘You wouldn’t let me write
it up, either, I s’spose?’
“Tatters turned back to the
composing room, and not a
sound was heard from him ex
cept the steady click of his type
for an hour.'
“It was about 11 o’clock
when the editor-in-chief came
into the office and said to the
city editor:
“ ‘I think there is an item of
news for os out at Tarbox’s, on
the Coopersville road. I hear
that Mr. Tarbox has been in
jured by an unruly cow. It’s
only a mile and a half out
there —can’t you go out on you 1
bicycle anil get the part idt
la rs?’
“There was a loud shout lx -
hind them, and Tatters burst
in and ran through the room
shedding his apron in his (light,
anil saying:
“I’ll tend to that, girls! I’m
the wild cow editor of this pa
per! Back in ten minutes!’
“The editor-in-chief ran t<
the window and looked dowi
into the street.
“‘Goodness gracious!’ sin
cried to the other; ‘there In
goes on your bicycle, riding 1 ik<
the wind and shouting forever}
body to get out of the way o*
tho wild-cow editor. What
shall we do now?’
“ ‘l’ll see if 1 can’t catcl
him on your bicycle. And I’ll
go on anil find out about tin
accident, anyhow.’
‘.‘But, though she \\ as a good
rider, she might as well liavt
tried to overtake an express
train as the wild-cow editor
Leaning over the handle*ba‘
and ringing the bell constai.tly
he never slackened Ins pn-o tin
whole distance. When sin* ar
rived at Tarbox’s she found
that lie had got the facts, goiu
down a lane and started bad
by another road. She saw Mr
Tarbox, got his story of the or
eurrence and returned herself.
Tatters was in the office, look
ing innocent and hard at work
“ ‘Don’tsay anything to him,’
was the advico of the others,
•He’ll surely resign if you do ’
“She wrote a paragraph about
the accident, and it was sent i*
to Tatters with the last of tin
copy. In a few minutes In
came out, holding the sheet o
manuscript in his hand.
“ ‘See here,’ he said; ‘are you
going to print such stuff us this
about that cow fight?’
“ ‘What is it, Tatters?’asked
the editor-in-chief.
“ ‘Just listen,’ answered Tat
ters. ‘She says: “Yesterday
afternoon Brookdale’a worthy
milkman, Mr. Tarbox, hail a
narrow escape. He had just
separated a calf from its mother
when the latter became enraged
and attacked him with her
horns. He was badly shaken
up, but escaped serious injury. ’’
Do you hear that?’
“.‘Yes. It seems to me all
right . Rut it in just as it is.’
“Tatters uttered a howl. ‘I
re’ Then he paused and
was silent, He looked at the
floor for a full minute, then he
said: ‘No, I'll stick to it. As
ter all I’ve lived through this
week, it’s too late to go now.’
He went buck to the other r<s>iu
ami resumed his work.
“It was after supper that
night beforo they got to press,
but with the prospect of a good
sum for ameliorating the una-
I meliorated heathen, the Indies
did not complain. Tatters'
friend, Jim Beasely, had been
engaged to come in and turn
the crank of the press, while
Tatters himself fed in the blank
sheets and superintended the
work. He’seemed remarkably
meek and pleasant, and the
ladies all observed that they
had not seen him in so amiable
a frame of mind during the
whole week. ‘The bicycle ride
did Tatters good,’ they remark
ed. He appeared, however, to
be in a great hurry, anil con
stantly’urged Jim to turn fast
er, nntlsadvised the ladies, to
make“huste with the folding
a:id get the papers ready for the
postoflice. .
“It was a little before 11
o’clock that the edition was fin.
ished, and Tatters began taking
forms off the press. The ladies
were in the front room. The
editor-in-chief was glancing
over the paper.
“ ‘I don’t see that item about
Mr. Tarbox,’ she said.
“The city editor opened an
other copy and began to run
her eye down the columns.
Suddenly she exclaimed:
“ ‘Why what's this down in
the corner?’
“‘What is it?’ cried the
otlrers in chorus. She read
aloud:
“ ‘Terrible Accident.—Yes
terday forenoon, as old Bill
Tarbox, the milkman, went in
to barnyard to put a new han
dle on his punt]*, the old one
being .entirely worn out, he was
attacked by a wild Texas cow.
The critter had hydrophobia
and was gnashing her teeth like
•i hyena and bellowing like an
elephant. She was a large cow,
uglier than a horse, and had
horns most a rod long. Tarbox
tit her with the handle, but she
tossed him fifty feet into the
iir, and then caught him on the
tly and h’isted him up again
This time he lit in a tree and
■vas rescued by the hook anil
ladder company. The cow
jumped a sixteen-foot fence and
took to the woods. The mad
cow editor of The Budget fol
lowed her, and last saw her
tearing up large hemlock trees
with her horns. Tarbox is not
expected to live. Full account
of an interesting and important
ilog tight next week.’
“ The ladies ran into the back
room, but Tatters had escaped
the back door.
“I got home the next day
and resumed charge of The
Budget. But Tatters'piece was
a good thing for charity, after
all, because on account of it, a
great many people bought the
paper who would not otherwise
have done so.”
The inventor of pins did more
for the world than the builder
of pyramids.
We shottl use all the light
God has given us, to help those
who are still in the dark.
The tnau who has never had
a wish to be good and true, has
not yet beard God speak.
Therewas weeping at t ho grave
of Lazarus, but everybody threw
a stone at the place whero Ab
salom was hurried.
The business of fault-finding
would soon come to an end, if
j every fault-finder could only be
well introduced to hiaaelf.
Money is one of thdLJwsrs
that moves the world,
ways moves in the
tion when a h godly man con
trols it.
The devil has a good grip on
the mau or woman who never
thinks of attending church, no
matter whether they live in
Fifth avenue or tne slums.
While the devil’s messengers
were telling Job everything bail
been lost, the Lord’s messengers
were ou the way to say that his
gain had been a hundred per
cent.
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Brian 60c and <1 per bottle at
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MARCO POLO’S REPORT CONCERN
INO THE PROVINCE OK Yt N
NAN.
Noah'Brooks quotes the fol
lowing from'the great Venetian
traveler in his spries of St.
Nicholes papers, “Tho True
Story of Marco Polo:” fn this
couTttry gold dust is found in
great quantities—that is to say,
in the rivers and lak«s, while in
the mountains gold is also found
in pieces of larger size. Gold
19 indeed so abundant that they
give one saggio of gold for only
six of the same weight in silver.
And for small change they use
the procelaiu shells, as I men
tinned before. These are not
found in the country, however,
but are brought from India.
In this province are found
snakes and great serpents of
such vast* size as to strike fear
into those who see them and so
hideous that the very account
of them must excite the wonder
of those who hear it. I will
tell you how long and big they
are. r
You may he assured that
some of them are ten paces in
length, some are more and some
less. And in hulk they ari
equal to a great cask, for the
bigger ones are about ten palms
in girth. The head is very big.
The mouth is large enough to
swallow a man whole and is gar
nished with great pointed teeth.
And in short they are- so fierce
looking and so hideously ugly
that every man and beast must
stand in fenr anil trembling of
them. There are also smaller
ones, such as of eight paces long
anil of five and of one pace
only.
Tho way in which .they are
caught is this: You must know
that by day they live under
ground because :of the groat
heat, and in tho night they go
out to feed nnd devour every
animal they can catch. They
go also to drink at the rivers
and lakes and springs. Anil
their wight is so great that
when they travel in search ol
food or drink, as they do by
night, the tail makes a great
furrow in the soil, as if a full
tun of liquor had been dragged
along. Now, the huntsmen
who go after them take them
by a certain gin (trap) which
they set in the track over which
the serpent has passed, knowing
that the beast will come back
the same way. .They plant a
stake deep in the ground and
fix on the head of this a sharp
blade of steal made like a razor
or a lance noint, and they cover
the whole with sand so that the
serpent cannot see it Indeed,
the huntsman plants severul
such stakes and blades on the
track. On coming to the spot
the beasts strikes against the
iron blade with such force that
it enters his breast and rives
(cuts) him so that he dies on
the spot, and the crows on see
ing the brute dead begin to raw
and then the huntsmen know
that the serpent is dead and
come in search of him.
This, thon is the way these
beasts are taken. Those who
take them proceed to extract
the gall from the inside, and
this soils at a great price, for
you must know it furnishes the
materia* for a most precious
medicino. Thus, if a person is
bitten by a mad dog a:.d they
give him but a small penny
weight of this medicine to drink
he is cured in a moment. Again,
if one has any disease of the
skin and applies a small quan
tity of this gall ho shall speed
ily be cured. So you see why
it sells at such u high price.
They also sell tho flesh of this
serpent, for it is excellent eat*
ting, and tho people uro very
foud of it. And when these
serpents are very hungry some
times they will seek out the
lairs of lions or hears or other
large wild beasts and devour
their cubs without the sire and
tlatu being able to prevent it.
Indeed, if they catch tho big
ones themselves, they devour
them too. They can make no
resistance.
Governor Waite, of Colorado,
who gave women tho right to
vote, now wishes he hudn’t, for
lie emphatically asserts that un
restricted woman suffrage is u
political blunder. He claims
j that women’s votes are controll
,ed by the pulpit and the police
and that the experiment is a
I failure.
1.00 PER ANNUM, IN ADVANCE
Correspondence.
knowledge!
Knowledge,’ -iui<l Newman,
a-i lie took a seat on a bench in
I root of a store in Riggsville
i the other day, “is a great bless
ing (o humanity. It take* con
siderable effort on the part of
. the individual to attain its per
fection, but it can be done. If
a man has any sense at all, and
will try and cultivate it, he will
after awhile come out at the
big end of the horn with his
head full of knowledge,”
Newman always draws a crowd
when he comes to town, and he
is sure to be in town every time
it rains. He has got his little
steer so well trained that it is
not necessary to put a line on
him. He just hitches him to a
cart that he made out of the
front, wheels of his old wagon,
and bounces in and says, “CJet
up. Twenty-More,” that’s the
little fellow's name, and Twen
tv-More moves right off to liigs
ville without another word and
stops just in front of old man
Seamore’s store. Newman gets
out and goes into the store. He
always fetches something, to
sell He has a log red pocket
handkerchief that ho ties his
chickens and butter and eggs
up in, and when lie sells out he
ties his handkerchief around
his neck and goes out aud takes
his seat on that old bench.
Newman always has a differ
ent subject every time he comes
to town. This time it was
Knowledge. “And,” said ho,
“I don't mean the kind people
get out of books altogether, for
some of the authors stretch
their blankets a little too far,
and some of them don't stretch
them at all, and some have no
blankets to stretch. So the
whole thing needs to bo revised
Take the astronomers: They
teach that the woild is round,
and turns over every 24 hours.
Now, that stuff, may do for
some people but it won't do for
me. In the first place, the
world is not round, nor is it
liken lemon,either. Whoever
heard of a knot on a lemon ns
big as the old Stone Mountain
over in DeKalb ? It's not so
Why, don't you know that Jake
Lumplyn's 'fish, pond would bt
empty every morning if the
world turned over ? That doc
trine is entirely too thin for
anybody.
“Nowton, the great astrono
mer, as ho swept his teh-scop.
across the skies, said that lie
had discovered other worlds
similar to this one of ours
That won't do either. Don't
you know that if there were any
other worlds in sight that thosi
Northern folks would make an
effort to run a railroad to it,
and the great newspapers, such
us the Atlanta Constitution and
the Gwinnett Herald, would
j have reporters there writing up
| that country ? Of course they
would. There would be guano
l agents ami lightning rod men
;up there by tlie wholesale, and
drummers selling our American
| goods and representing them as
j imported. And the United
| States would claim more than
! half of these countries and have
J them brought into the Union.
| No, sir, this world is the only
j one there is. Some people sav
there is u heaven and a hell,
but I don't know whether there
is or not, for I've never been to
see- ”
Newman told how he become
disgusted when he was a boy in
! Sunday school. He said he
read in a lesson where Sampsdn
killed all the Rhillistinos with
the jaw-bo.:e of a jack-uss, and
lie didn't believe it, and had
never been to Sunday-school
since.
Nawnian says there are men
who know more in books than
iie knows, but ho has knowledge
that they know nothing about.
, Said he: “I can take a dock of
cards and lot you cut. them, and
toll you all about your future
life; who you will lifarry, and
how many children you will
have. Nowton couUln't do that,
Webster couldn't, nor none oi
the rest of the people who pro
j fees to know so much, ami us
f->r sending for a doctor, 1 never
jdo that at all; I know more
than they do. Wbeu my chil
dreu have the thrash, I just
lake them out in the woods and
got some oak loaves ami rub
tt-oiii in their mouth, while 1
say a little rhyme. When this
is done the child gots well. If
my groiyn daughter gets sick 1
treat, her the same way; if my
wife lias the colic, 1 just run
her around the house three
times and that Hetties the hush
with her. 1 never hour another
grunt out of her.”
About this time Newman
heard a dinner horn toot! tout!
toot! Said he, “That'sClarin
<la blowing for me now. 1 know
her toot just the minute 1 hear
it.”
i So Newman got in his cart
and him and Twenty-More pull
ed out for home. If there was
any tune in Newman's history
1 that you could make h ni be
■ lieve the world turns over, it is
• just since this wet spell of weath
i or set in.
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The Poet’s Corner.
CHOICE SELECTIONS FROM
PROMINENT WUITERS.
t .
FATHERED FROM OUR EXCHANGER
OPPORTUNITY.
Master of human destinies am I;
Fame, love and fortune on
my footsteps wait.
Cities and fields I walk; I
penetrate
Deserts and seas remote, and,
passing by
Hovel an'd mart and palace,
soon or late,
I knock, unbidden, once on
every gate.
If sleeping, wake; if feasting,
rise before
1 turn away; it is the hour of
fate.
And they who follow me reach
every state
Mortals desire, and conquer
every foe,
Save death; hut. those who
doubt or hesitate,
Condemned to failure, penury
und woe,
Seek me in vain, and uselessly
implore;
I answer not, and I return no
more. *
—John.l. Inoai.i.s.
AN ARROW'S FLIGHT.
The life of man
Is an arrow's flight,
Out of darkness
Into light.
And out of the light
Into darkness again;
Perhaps to pleasure,
Perhaps t > pain !
There must bo Something,
Above or below;
Somewhere unseen
A mighty Row,
A Hand that tires not,
A sleepless Eye
That sees the arrows
Fly, and fly;
One who knows
Why we live—and die.
—R. 11. Stoddard.
CONSOLATION.
0 heart of mine, wo shouldn't
Worry so:
What we've missed of calm we
couldn't have,
You know!
What we've met of stormy pain
And of sorrow's driving rain,
We can hotter meet again,
I-f it blow.
We have erred in that dark hour
We have known,
When our tears fell in a shower,
All alone.
Were not shine %nd shadow blent
As the gracious Master moaut ?
Let us temper our content
With His own.
For, wo know, not every morrow
Can be sad;
So, forgetting all the sorrow
We have hud,
Let us fold away our fears,
And put by ear foolish tears
And thro' all the coming years
Just be glad.
—J. Whitcomb Rii.ky,
A KIT OF LIFE.
A maiden sat within the door
Aud sang as many tin.es before.
A man to daily toil passed by,
No love or pleasure lit bis eye,
Rut when he beard the merry
song
lie whistled as he went along.
A woman by the window wept
For one who in the churchyard
slept.
Rut when upon her hearing fell
That tune she knew and loved
go well,
The flood of burning tears was
staid,
And soon a song her lips es
sayed.
Her neighbor heard the tender
strain
And softly joined the sweet re
frain.
Thus all day long that one song
hero
Its joyousness from door to
door. ,
—Saba J. Dknton.
Women in G'unuda will too.i
practice law as barristers. The
Ontario Jaw school some time
ago passed rules to this effect,
with the following regulations ,
as to dress: They must tie bare
headed, wear black gowns over
a black dress, and white collar
und cuffs.