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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. FREE FILLS! Send yo.ur address to 11. E. Ruckle!) A Co , Chicago, and get a free sample box of Dr King’s New Life Fills. A triul will convince you of their mer-: its. These pills are easy in ao-1 tion ad are particularly effective I in the cure of Constipation Hiid Sick Headache. For Malaria and Liver troubles they have been proved invaluaple. They are guaranteed to be js rfectly free from every deleterious sub stance and to be purely vegets Ide. They do no weaken by th»*ir action, but bv.giving tone to stomach and bowels greatly invigorate the system. Regu lar size 25c. per box. Sold by. Winn A Hon, Druggists. 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, - -—♦♦♦ —■■ ■ n 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 wiiLp Absolutely i delimit'd for its greal leavening* ssrecg'li and health fulness. As stirex i lie food against aimn and all forms of adulteration common to the ehrup brands. Royal Baking I'qw di'.h l oMt’ANY, New York. . .fc IN MKMORV OF BrtNSlf BOSS v \ 7 >*rj Ma « TKtnUTK OF lIKSPKOT PARTED, ItY HER 'J'ht) * (TATES. \bk„ a 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.