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VOL. XXVII. NO 8
BRYAN’S ADVICE.
One of the schoolboy report
ers of the Atlanta Journal cnlleil
upon Mr. Bryan and asked him
to answer the following ques-
Vtfhs:
,1 “What advice would you
give to a boy dependent upon
his own efforts and desirous of
making a success in life?”
He said: “I have only time
for a brief answer. I would ad
vise him to secure an education
Under our public school
system education is free and he
can find some one who will give
him board and clothing for the
assistance he can give about the
house. During the vacation he
can work for wages.
“When his education is com
pleted he should choose an oc
cupation for which he has a
taste, so that his work will be a
pleasure.
“Anybody really anxious to
do can secure an education, and
any man who has average abili
ty can, with honesty and indus
try, make an average success in
life.
“The boy should remember
that it is more important to
win a good name than riches,
and lie should be as careful
about liis moral training as In
is about his mental and physi
cal development.
“When the body is only de
veloped man is a brute; when
body and mind only are devel
oped man is a curse to society;
when body, mind and heart are
fully developed, man is a bles
sing to himself and to his fel
lows.-’’ —Ex.
NOW KISS ME,
A f-unny incident occurred in
a neighboring city, says an ex
change, a few days since, and
one too good to lie lost. One
id’ our celebrated composers
has written a pretty song enti
tled. “Kiss Me.” A very pret
ty, blushing maid, having heard
of the song, and thinking she
would get it with some others,
stepped into a music store to
muke a purchase. One of the
clerks, a modest young man,
stepped up to wait »n her. The
young lady threw up her veil,
saying:
“I want want ‘Rock me to
sleep.’ ”
The clerk got the song and
laid it before her.
“Now,” said the young lady,
“I want ‘The Wandering Refu
gee.’ ”
“Yes, ma’m,” said the clerk,
bowing, and in a few minutes
lie produced the ‘Refugee.’
“Now, 'Kiss Me.’” said the
young lady, of course meaning
the song above mentioned.
The poor clerk’s eyes popped
fire almost as he looked at the
young lady in utter astonish
ment, for he was -not aware
that a song by that name had
been published.
“Wh—what did you sny
Miss?”
“ ‘Kiss Me,’ ” said she.
“I can’t do it; I never kissed
a young lady in my life,” said
the clerk.
About that time a veil drop
ped, a young ludv left in a hur
ry, clerk folt sick and dealer
lost the sale of his music.—Ex.
TWO MEN KILLED.
Satui'diiy evening (lie north
bound passenger 1 rai« r for At
lanta on the Georgia Tail road,
while sweeping through a cut
somewhere between Social Cir
cle and Augusta, ran over a
horse, buggy and two men, to
tally demolishing the vehicle
and killing the men and horse
almost instantly.
Such a sad affair this was,
but one of the many accidents
that cannot sometime* be avoid
ed .—M ta i roe Messenger.
A LAwFIMWH.
Mr, Joseph \\ . Gibbs, Jr., <d
Social Circle, who has just hand
ed us his subscription for the
Messenger, recently killed an
immense hawk, at long range,
which measured 50 inches from
tip to tip
Hawks are seldom seen, in
this section that grow to be so
large, and such ones as that
'•tilled by Mr. Gibbs must sure
-7J bo very destructive to the
spring crop of chickens. —Mon-
roe Messenger.
The population of Greater
New York will exceed that of
Massachusetts by half a mil
lion, and it is stated that if the
of Maine. New
rHampshire, Vermont, Rhode
Montana, North Dako
ta, Oregon, Utah and Nevada
were all united in a single state
jt would stiH have less than the
population of the> contemplated
mammoth metropolis.
The Gwinnett Herald.
FEARFUL CANNIBAL OR
GIES.
! itOW BAVAOKS CAPTURE VICTIMS
AND HOW HUMAN KI.ESH IS
PREPARED FOR UOROINO.
From the New York Herald.
Cannibalish is not obsolete,
in spite of 'the efforts of some
missionaries to make us believe
so, as is proved by the recent
killing and eating of Mr. Dun
can, a white trader, in the New
Hebrides. Last week’s Atts
trrflian advices slate that the
unfortunate victim was tied to
a tree for three days and forci
bly stuffed with food for the
purpose of fattening him. lie
was then horribly butchered,
and even the savage womeff en
tered joyfully into the wild and
disgusting feast that followed.
It is the South Pacific where
cannibalism holds sway today.
The islands that stretch all the
way from New Caledonia to
New Guinea are the homes of
savages, many of whom still
revel in these horrible human
feasts.
'Many tribes, to be sure, are
reclaimed or restrained to the
extent that they seldom or nev
er touch human flesh, but there
ire some who still live the old
savage life in all its details.
And of those who are counted
as reclaimed there are some
who now and then lapse into
the fearful customs of the past.
There are few wild animals
fit for food in the islands of
Oceanica, and that is probably
the first cause of cannibalism,
though .the frightful bloody or
gies are often a part of religious
customs. Tribes will often as
sail each other for the express
purpose .of securing victims tp
eat.
When such a raid lias been
made and proved successful the
victors bring a tleet of canoes
to the scene. To t lie stern of
each is made fast a tow of
corpses, fastened by ropes about
the neck, and with victorious
shouts and gleeful songs the
homeward voyage is made. The
sonorous ringing of monster
conches gives warning of their
approach, and when in sight of
the thatched cottages of their
village they shout ecstaticallj-:
“We have killed! We have
killed!” '
“How many ?” comes the
question from the women gath
ered on the shore.
Tho glorification is propor
tionate to tha number slain.
Tho village goes wild with a
mad, sickening joy, and when
all are disembarked and the
corpses ranged upon the beach
tho whole village dunces madly.
Here is tho hokola song, the
chant of joy over the dead
bodies on the way to tho cook
ing pit:
A-ha-bahale.
A-ha-babale,
Rabahe, bubs be,
A-e-a-e-a-el
It is a chorus that can be
heard for miles when shrilled
by scores of high-pitched voices
of lusty women. Babies may
often be seen dancing awkward
ly around the bloody bodies and
chanting the weird refrain.
Then comes the self-glorifica
tion. The young warriros dis
play their bloody weapons and
chant their victories, acting out
various stages of the stealthy
advance, the wild assault uml i
the cruel slaughter.
The women, shrilly chorus
ing, have meanwhile drugged
the already stiffened bodies to
the spot set apart. The head
tabu man, wearing a mask and
a dress of paudanus leaves, ex
amines the corpses and selects
that which In’ himself will de
vour. This selection deter
mines where the honors of the
day shall rest, for the man who
slew the chosen victim is the
hero of the hour.
In the great tribal baking
pits, dating hack many genera
tions in their building, a fine
tiro is crackling. The stones
on the bottom are white hot.
Here the disembowelled bodies
are brought. The cooks seize
upon tho first, t hat chosen by
the tabu man. The cavity t>f
the chest and belly is lined with
the broad, succulent leaves of
the taro, and the whole is pack
ed with yams, sweet potatoes,
taros, bread fruit and bananas.
Heated stones are placed among
them.
The bodies are now wrapped
up in banana leaves and bound
from head to foot with long,
LAWRENCEVILLE, GEORGIA, T JESDAY, MAY 4th 1897.
tough fundanas. A bed of sand
three inches thick is laid on
the white hot atones in the pit,
and the bodies are laid on this
and covered with sand. Then
tho* coals previously removed
from the pit are raked over the
top and fresh fuel is added.
Sand is heaped up over all in
the shape of a cone, which soon
opeus a vent in the top and
vomits smoke and the fumes «>f
cooking flesh.
In boasting, dancingand wild
singing the period of cooking is
passed. Tlie savor of the meat
hangs in the air, and the sav
ages smack their lips in hungry
anticipation when the breeze
drifts down over the assemblage
heavy with the odor of the bak
ing bodies. The cooks from
time to time drive bamboo canes
into the steaming heaps to judge
of the progress of their cooking,
Two hours go by, the usual
time, and the cooks raise a
shout that their work is done.
The earth and smoldering em
bers are tnrown out and the
bodies, steaming in their brawn
envelopes of leaves, are laid
open to view.
Gently is raised the body in
tended for the tabu ma*n. Upon
a bundle of reens and canes the
wrappings are cut off,- exposing
the crisp and brown flakes of
the meat. Upon the distorted
face is laid a mask tipped with
feathers, in the cooked left
hand is placed a spear and the
right band grasps a club.
The braves lift the body to
their shoulders, the tabu man
goes before, and the lucky war
rior who killed this chosen vic
tim dances after in all his fight
ing gear.
Aroung the green the proces
sion makes its way, and before
tlie chiefs and elders the war
rior recounts the story of tin
fight and the name of tlie vic
tim. Then the chief’s food is
placed before him and lie eats
And now conies the general
gorging. Men, women and chil
dren, at the signal, make a rush
upon the ovens, and soon all
are feeding. They eat in mass
es in an orderly enough man
ner There is nothing revolting
about the scene if the observer
has not Been informed of the
nature of the food they are de
vouring.
The crisp, whito, pork-like
flesh is carved with splints of
slivered bamboo. The joints
are neatly served and are ilis
tributed to the several messes
or families. Then are produced
tho forks, laboriously carved
for these occasions, and often
preserved for many generations
as family heirlooms. They are
made of the irouwood of the
Western Pacific and are almost
indestructibly tough. There
are four lines arranged at the
corners of a squared handle.
The fork is forced into the
meat as far as it will go, gen
erally about three inches, and
the piece is cut off with a bam
boo knife. With this portion
the savage sits down to leisurely
bite off mothfuls, which he
varies with tlie vegetables baked
in human gravy,* The only
limit upon the appetite is tin
supply of meat.
The thighs are the parts most
sought after, then the ribs and
next the upper arms, The fore
arms are loss considered, and
after these joints there is little
chice in the remainder. The
fingers and toes are always
claimed by tho children ns del
icaeies, and tlie women get the
heads, hands and feet.
The feast ends when the meat
disappears, and tlie village re
turns to its usual fish and veg
etables.
A Swede went into a lawyer’s
office at Sigourney recently to
get him to make out a convey
ance for some land which he
had purchased. He said be
wanted a mortgage, but the
lawyer said he should have a
warranty deed . “No,” replied
the Swede. “I once had a war
ranty deed to a farm, but an
other man held a mortgage and
got the land. 1 want a mort
gage”
At the end of a fight at m
pleaspnt little social entertain
ment in Mexico ten men were
found dead and fifteen severely
wounded. These were the reg
ular festivities, “mid nothing
occurred to mar the harmony
of the occasiou.”—Judge,
Green Passenger—ls the sail
the only thing guides a ship ?
The Mate —No; there are
rudders.
THE HILL-SIDES.
FARMERS TOLD how TO SAVE I AMI
BY TERIIACINO.
Yesterday a “RomeTribune'*
man met Mr. \V. T. Cli-in v,
who had returned from a busi
ness trip through Middle Geor
gia, including some of tl ..
counties surrounding Madison.
He was asked if he knew any
news. He replied: “1 want
to tell you something o< more
importanee to the farmers of
North Georgia than any m-iism
tional news, or windy polities
or mere gossip.”
“Well, what is it?”
“I want to tell you of tl e
wonderful change in the appear
ance of all the fanning land
throughout Middle Georgia,”
said he, “and the difference
now aud some years ago, when
I traveled through that section,
it was really sad and depress
ing to see so. many old fields
growing up.in pines and tin
lands washed and full of gal
leys, which seemed apparently
unfit for anything.
“You see it was the change
in this respect that affected me
so much. I saw these old fields
largely turned into gardens of
fertility; what was once washed
and gullied land growing in
sedge and scartered pines, briers,
etc., all hidious to look at, are
now beautiful land-scapes, fer
tile acres, making often half a
bale of cotton to the acre.”
What lias caused such a
change?”
“Why,” said lie, “the secret
of tlie whole tiling lies in tin
most simple mode of terracing
Wherever those lands were rol
ling the people with common
turning plows have thrown up
every ten or fiftem fuel p.ir;
on a water level, terraces < i
embankments of earth which
hold the water, stops the washe
and increases the fertility of t In
land. The water, itself, you
know when retained on tin
ground and allowed to soak in.
is a wonderful fertilizer.
“Well, they take an old worn
out field, cut down the pine*
and briars, pile these in the
gullies and throw some dirt, on
them • Then with a simple
water level, which any one can
make, they lay off these ter
races so many feet apart- ex et
ly, on a water level, the dis
tance apart being detennin d
by the steepness of the land.
When these terraces have be-n
made, aud one man with a good
turning plow and team can ter
race a good size field in a day.
they plow the field up, go d
and deep, and sow it in peas, m
in rve or oats.
“I- saw fields that in this
way, within two years, had been
reclaimed so as to produce ex
cellent crops 1 will tell you
what’s the fact, if our farmers
will adopt this plan, they can
reclaim and make fertile every
old hill side in North Georgia.
It is absolutely painful to un
to see our lands going to ruin
as they are every day for tin
want of a little common sense
in those who own them. 1 hope
the papers of North Georgia
will agitate this subject, until
every land owner and farmer is
made to realize the importance
of it.
“Another thing that impress
ed me throughout Middle Geor
gia was that I saw no fields sur
rounded with broken down old
rail fences with briars and
bushes growing in the corners.
The absence of these old fences
adds largely to the beautiful
appearunco of the country, and
since seeing a country without
it and talking with men who
have tried the no fence plan, 1
am a thorough no fence man
Our jieople waste fortunes liv
ing to keep up old fences. I
think such questions as tin so
are worth more to our farmers
than all the political agitation
they can get up.”
lt‘s a deep mystery—tin* way
the heart of man turns to one j
woman out of all the rest ln ‘s ,
seen in the world, and makes it
easier for him to work seven
years for her, like Jacob did for
Rachel, sooner than have any
other woman for the asking
Exchange,
- -
A Kansas City girl who
thought she hud uttaiin-d the
summit of happiness when sin-;
married a circus clown a couple
of years ago, got u divorce from
him the other day. It is pre
sumed she got tired of his stale
jokes.
TO SELL A LIVING FINGER.
From the New York Times.
Two women, one from Hous
ton, Tex., the other from Bing
hamton, N. V., will meet at
the residence of a surgeon, 1“7
West Forty-second street, this
afternoon for the purpose of
negotiating for the salo of n
living finger.
The woman who is willing to
part with one of her members
is Miss Grace Diusmore, of
Binghamton. Mrs. G. V. Bar
ton is the Texas woman, who,
having lost tlie middle finger
of her right hand, is in search
of one to take its place.
However improbable it may
seem that a young woman L’tl
years old, in perfect health, ed
ucated and cultured, should of
fer for sale one of her lingers.
Miss Din#more admitted its
truth to a reporter for the New
York Times last night at the
Grand Union hotel. She is n
resolute young woman, and
thought she could come to this
large city unknown to any one
and could undergo the opera
tion without a single acquaint
ance learning of it.
“I was once in better circum
stances than I am now,” she
said, “lint both of my parents
have been taken from me by
death, and I am thrown upon
my own resources for subsis
tence. I was reared in a beau
tiful home, where every oppor
tunity for culture was given
me. But when my father died
I was surprised to find tnat his
estate amounted to compara
tively nothing. I had studied
vocal music, and determined to
continue and hec mu-a concert
singer. I went to Boston for
i'istruction, but my funds soon
became exhausted. My voice
had not developed sufficiently
to ga n for me a position, and I
was forced to return home in
despair.
“I saw an advertisement in a
paper of this city recently, of
fering a liberal amount to a
woman who would part with
her middle fingei in a necrosis
or bone-grafting operation. 1
considered the mat ter long,cried
over the idea, which seemed so
awfu' at first, but finally de
termined to make tlie sacrifice.
1 replied to tlie advertisement,
and now I am . here to meet
Mrs. Barton and arrange the
terms of the transaction.”
The price Miss Dinsmore de
mands for her finger is SI,OOO.
She said she understood Mrs.
Barton was a wealthy woman
and would probably be willing
to pay that amount if the lin
ger is of the right size.
The surgeon who will perform
the operation has no doubt, it
is said, as to its success.
Mrs. Barton will have to re
main in tho city for one month,
during which time the joints of
the stump finger and the on
grafted one will knit together.
“KNOW HOW*’ PAYS.
An engine of a great factory
suddenly stopped and would
not go. One and another work
ed at it for hours. Hundreds
of men were standing idle. At
last some one said:
“The engineer at such a fac
tory lias a good head; send for
him,”
He came, looked tho engine
over; loosened a nut here; hit
it a rap with the hummer there;
and in'fifteen minutes it was
running.
The grateful manager turned
to him and said: “What is
your charge ?”
“Fifty dollars,” was the an
swer.'
The astonished manager said:
“Make out your bill.”
When presented it read:
For labor $ .50
For knowing how 40.50
$50.00
And it was paid. That young
umn had studied engines—had
wit. —Exchange.
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The McKinleys took their
family cook with them when
they went to Washington. It
is pretty bard for pers ms who
have been used to Canton vict
uals to learn to like anything
else. .
THE TEACHER.
AN INTERESTING LETTER
ABOUT HKOROIA’s PEDAIIOOUES.
Editor llerai.ii: f’ermit me
to pen a few pages under the
above caption for your consider
ntion, and then if you think
them worthy of space in your
valuable columns, publish tin
same.
The teacher, he who teaches
the young idea to shoot, is the
person about w hom we wish to
express our opinion. In our
estimation, there are none great
er than In- who teaches the
young idea to think. Before
we go farther, we w ill say that
many are so-dialled, hut in re
ality are not worthy the name.
Those of whom wo w ish to speak
are teachers who can and who
do come up to the measure in
the fullest extent of the word
Those who cause the young
mind to find an upward outlet;
those win. never cease, who nev
er tire of making teaching a
profession; those who make
each succeeding year’s work bet
ter; they are tin- teachers; they
are flu- persons of whom we say
there are none greater. Why ?
Because none do more good
than the teacher. He is the cor
nerstone of society; he is the
fore-runner of Christianity; he
is the bulwark against l’agan
ism, heathenism and ignorance.
Then why should lie not be con
sidered as the leader of the
leaders, and his profession the
most coveted of all ? It should
be. But alas! for us, in many
respects, what should be, is not,
and what is, should not be.
Having attended many Insti
tutes, and in different counties,
and noticed tlie absence of old
teachers, or even of old men,
the question naturally arises:
What has gone with the teach
ers who taught in Georgia 20
years ago ? Only a few whose
hairs are white, only a few who
are past fifty, only a few who
taught .twenty years ago are
teaching today. But why is it
so ? Are they relegated to Un
real - because of inability? Not
likely. Was it possible that
they finished their work ? Not
by any 'means did they finish.
Did they becoms physically tin
able to perform the arduous
duties of the profession ? Not
at all, they are yet halo and
lu-arty. Did they make their
profession a stepping-stone, ami
thereby step over into other
professions that weie more lu
crative ? Well, yes; many of
them did. Hence the conspic
uous absence of old teachers in
our Institute. No longer teach
ing tho young idea to think;
lint in farming, in mercliundis
ing, in practicing medicine, in
journalism, in the ministry, in
tlie public offices, in pleading
law, ami in eveiy other occupa
tion known to man is the teach
er of twenty years ago engaged.
We are not a criterion, litr
ever will be, but'wo are wonder
ing whether young America will
always be • young America’s
teacher or not.
“Experifive keeps a dear
school,” says Webster. Ami
Iwe believe it. Then why should
not matters be so adjusted, that
when a teacher has acquired the
experience, so often needed, lie
1 may continue in his profession
t to do good for his fellow beings,
and not use it as pass-port to
i something else? Too often, ah!
too often it is the case that
I teachers enter and take charge
I of their schools simply and sole
ly, for tht* money they get out of
it. Yes, and many times it is
only the public money that is
paid them. Only public schools,
with the bit of public money,
j taught by young public teach
ers, with everything but their
hearts in their teaching, wont
| educate young America very
; fast. ’Tis true we have ample
[ facilities. We have good
schools. We have splendid
teachers, taking our country us
a whole. But ure we anywhere
about perfection? No where in
sight of it. Nor ever will lie as
long as teachers of experience
| discard their profession and go
at something else, leaving
what should be done by them
selves to some inexperienced
subalterns, who d > the work for
the money there may bo in it.
Of course men will, for all
time to come, see fit to change
their professions to suit them
selves, and it is right that they
should when necessary. But
surely' there is no just cause for
the teaching fraternity to lead
, the van in changing their pro
fessions.
There is undoubtedly a wrong
somewhere or those old teach
ers would still be teaching.
What it is, we don’t know. Let ,
us hope that it may come aright
in the future. It it is the
small pay or compensation we
receive for our services, let us
consider tliut poor work com j
mauds poor pay. Let us also
consider that ns long as the pro
Cession is over-stocked and overt
loaded with inexperienced :
teachers, who fetich only for j
money, we may expect poor!
work. Men should not attempt
a thing, without being bent on
success. Men should not ham
per themselves with u teacher’s
i responsibilities uulu-» they ate
1.00 PER ANNUM,
fully determined to make teach
ers of themselves Many fail
ures are made by trying to d<
two things at once, and surely
tin- teaching profession comes in
for its full share. Then let us
as teachers, be teachers in the
fullest sense; not mere place
hunters nor changers from one
thing to another. Then per
chance some one will say when
we are gone .“that none were
greater.” F. B. Maddox,
Harbins Ga.
HEAD MARKS
FOR APRIL.
The following are head marks
of’the fourth and fifth grades of
tin- Lawrenceviile City school:
SPELLING NO. 1.
<•
Tommie Moore, 8,
Mattie Cain, -- 8.
Pearl Hutchins, 2,
Rhoda Macken, 2,
Beaula Ewing, 2,
John Wizliams, 2,
Alice Hutchins, 1,
Birdie Sammons, jj 1,
Fred Byrd, 1,
Biley Robinson, '* r 1,
A guess Haslett, 1*
Dan Byrd, 1,
no. 2.
Lucions Ewing, <>,
Lula Wood, 4.
Ophelia Wall, !>,
Earl McKelvey, 2,
Mamie Shackleford. 2,
Eva Bagwell, fl.
Ethel Craig, 1,
no. 8.
Nannie Hill, Si,
Lucy Hill, 2,
Ottis Shackleford, 2,
Pauline Ewing, 2,
Irene Rockmore, 2,
Alice McKelvey, 2,
Blauche Haslett, I.
Bertha Haslett, 1,
Charlie McKelvey 2,
Anna Herrington, 1,
ORAM MAR.
Fred Byrd, 1.
Rhoda Macken, 8,
Agnes Haslett, 2,
Dan Byrd, 2,
Beaulali Ewing, 2,
Bolin Haslett, 2,
Lucius Ewing, 2,
Glad Craig, 1,
Lula Wood, 2,
OROGRAPHY, NO. 1.
Candler Craig, 5,
Tommie Moore, 4.
Pearl Hutchics, 4,
Dan Byrd, 8,
Bolin Haslett, 2,
Prod Byrd, 2,
Beaulali Ewing, 1,
Helen Craig. 1,
no. 2,
Lula Wood. 5,
Riley Robinson, 4,
Mattie Cain, 8,
John Williams, 2,
Earl McKelvey, 2,
Lucius Ewing, 2,
Glad Craig, • 1,
Agnes Haslett, I,
No. 8.
Mamießhackleford 0,
Willie Cornett, 8,
Pauline Ewing, 8,
Ottis Shackleford, Si,
Ophelia Wail, 2,
Eva Bagwell, 2,
Ethel Craig, 1,
no. 4.
Nannie Hill, 8,
Lucy Hill, 7,
I . Blanch Haslett, 4,
Bertha Haslett, 1,
FIFTH READER.
Alice Hutchins, 8,
Bolin Haslett, 8,
Beulah Ewing, 2,
Fred Byrd, 2,
Pearl Hutchins, 2,
Dan Bvrd, 2,
Tommie Moore, 8,
Lula Wood, 2,
FOURTH RKADKR.
John Williams, 4,
M. Shackleford, 8,
Riley Robinson, 8,
Earl McKelvey, 2,
Glad Craig, 2,
l.ucins Ewing, 2,
Eva Bagwell, 1,
Agness Haslett, 1,
Ophelia Wall, 1,
Pauline Ewing, 1,
Ottis Shackleford, 4,
Lucy Hill, ti,
Nannie Hill, 4,
Charlie McKelvey, 4,
HISTORY.
Bolin Haslett, 8,
Dan Byrd, * 4,
Alver Moore, 2,
Candler Craig, 1,
Pearl Hutchins, 0,
Tommie Moore, 6,
Fred Byrd, 8,
lteuluh Ewing, 2,
John Williams, 4,
M. Shackleford, 4,
Earl McKelvey, 8,
Lulu Wood, 2,
Glad Craig, 1,
Lucius Ewing, 1,
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Customer—L don't see how
anybody can handle a big stock
ol gluss like this without doing
a lot of breaking.
Persuasive Salesman—They
can t, ma’am. Two firms broke
al. to pieces trying to handle
this lot. That’s why we can
L sell it so cheap.
IN ADVANCE
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IN MKMORV OF BrtNSlf
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PARTED, ItY HER 'J'ht)
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On April 15th 1897 G< 'i ’ n
His wisdom saw fit to take® tan,
earth a very sweet and
child. Fannie was the dfct ydK
ter of Mr. J. J. Boss, ani- s
born March sth 1884. S«<‘
sick only a few days, anc*
her Buffering very patient** ll, a 't®*
a child. ' innoci
. Fannie was loved by all f 0 dea
know her. She was odo m _
best schoolmates, and her • ' .
is not only a loss to her n _
grieved family, but to hi
l school. Sunday-school, and b hanf
dear friends. Her face \va9 t to h
ways wrest hod in smiles i
everybody.
Fannie was the first one call
ed home to her Master out o\t|, f
this large family.
She leaves a number of rein
tives and friend t<> mourn hef> tl
death, but our loss is Heaven’syei
guin. The angels visited her iif> ri
her in the latter part of her in
sickness,' and she saw heaven,
her savior, her neice and dear ,■
old grandmother who preceded \
her. The angels were welcom
ing and calling her home, while
her friends wished for her to
stay in this world of sorrow.
■ We hope to meet dear Fannie
in a brighter world than this.
We must try not to grieve after
her, for “the Lord gave and the
Lord taketh away; blessed be
the name of the Lord. ”
Written by her loving school
mates.
Alma Cain,
SrniK Page,
Emma Thornhill,
Lkttie Rooikmouk,
Sreco Timms,
A NEVADA TRAGEDY.
“I saw a great deal of killing
in one form or another, and a
heap of savage fights in Neva
da’s mountains,” said Captain
William Mason, one of the own
ers of the Comstock Lode and a
score of other lodes in the Sil
ver state, “but for surprise and
horror the fight between Bodlen
and Chimay in the Kodie saloon
lay over anything else by long
odds. It was about midnight
that the nieu fell to shooting—
what it was about I forget now
—but the saloon was running
full blast, and there was a scat
tering to get, out of tilt* way of
the shots. But, the shooting
was all on one side, for the cyl
inder of Chiiuay’s pistol would
n’t revolve, and Bodlen sent,
shots into him until Chimay fell
with holes enough in him to
have lot out three lives. He
was carried in a back room and
laid out on the floor to wait for
the coroner and then everybody
went back into the front part
of the saloon, and the games
and the drinking went on us
lively us before.
“Bodlen, us as winner, was
naturally popular and a good
deal looked up to that night,
and had a good many invita
tions to drink, and he set ’em
up himself, off and oh. Ho was
standing at the bar with a group
around him, the hero of the
night Of a sudden the door of
the back room, where Chimay
had been laid away, opened, and
the first man that looked gave
a yell like an Indian and near
ly fell backward, and the rest .
of us felt like doing the same
thing when we saw that it was
Chimay standing there pistol in
hand, looking round. He saw
the man he wanted, and by this
time everybody between him
and Bodlen bud got out of the
way. He raised his pistol and
Bodlen pulled his, and the Bhots
rang out-again, but this time
Chimay’» pistol cylinder revol
ved, and at his second shot Bed
leu dropped his pistol, stagger
ed and went down ou his face,
shot through the heart. Chi
muy watched him fall, and then
his pistol dropped from his
hand and he fell backward into
the room a corpse for good this
time.
“For (tear nerve and resolu
tion what Chiuiay had done beat
anything 1 ever knew of. Left
to himself lie had revived, pick
ed u[) bis pistol, takeu it, apart,
fixed the eyiinder so it would
work, aud then eatne out and
shot his man That was a xuect
meu Chip of Nevada in the uid
days.”—N.Y, dua.