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WAIFS AND WHIMS..
PabaGraphebs generally have a good
deal ot fun at the expense of the wo¬
men; but they don’t have a bit more
than women do at the expense of the
men.
A Jersey City paper wants to know
whatisto^slabstmence. Total Abstinence,
says the Albany Times, isone of the
results of being—say, past on' 5
chest. away a
desert island with ub
The Chicago Tribune says that “ speed
speeded the plow” is ail wrong. It can’t be
and plow the land worth a
cent. How a plow would look going
around a field at a 2:30 gait!
“ There was a young fellow of Crete,
Had such awful oorns on his feet,
That he never jutt knew,
Which was safest to do,
To cut off the corns or the feet. ^
— Burlington Hau ktyt.
“ What pretty children, and how
much they look alike,” says C. during
a visit at a friend’s house. “ Thev are
twins,” his friend explains. “ What,
both of ’em?” exclaims C, greatly in¬
terested.
Editors sll unite in asking Edison to
invent a stole of newspaper columns
that- will enable each separate advertiser
to have a space next to the reading
matter, and at the t< p of the column.
There’s milliors in it.
"Don’t you wish you was a big man?”
said one little urchin to another.
“ K’rect I do. I’m just dyin’to be big
enuft to git shaved an’ have one of ’em
barbers powder me all over and squirt
cologne juice at me,” was the reply.
“ Zephaniah,” said his wife, with a
chilling severity, Ibis “I afternoon.” saw you coming “Well,
out of a saloon
roy darling,” replied the heartless man,
“ you wouldn’t have your husband stay¬
ing in a saloon all day, would you?”
A Kansas weekly pub!i'shes“fourteen
rules to b a observed during a tornado,”
We don’t see the suggestion included in
the list, but it is a good plan to keep
out of its path, and not stand in its way
and attfmpt t < mollify it by soothing
language.
Thief before the severe judge: “What
old a disgrace! Are yon not be.brought ashamed, an
man like you, to here
accused of ibelt-? ’ “ Pardon me, Your
Honor; do not upbraid me underserved
’y. 1 began stealing when I was very
young.”
“Good morning, James; fine day.”
“Yes; a person feels good after his bath
on such a morning.” “ Ye-yes.” “ 1
take a bath all over every morning
now.” “Cold wafer?” “No; air
temperature, commence?” always.” “ When did
you “ 1 his morning.”
The statue o ! Byron is to be set up
opposite erected in that of Achilles, which was
honor of the Duke of Well
ington. Ifanvof tbespiritof the poet
is transferred to the marble he will step
down from his pedestal and knock
Achilles into the middle of Hamilton
Gardens.
An Indiana girl sat waiting ai the
window to g > with her lover loan ice
cream parlor, when a boll of lightning
killed her in an instant. We do not
hold this up as a warning, because the
young man had made up his mind to
tell her that ice cream was unhealthy.—
Detroit Free l'nst.
Bflva Lockwood, says the Picayune ,
is very kind-hearted, and when she sees
a poor sick woman in Washington she
always inquires, “Have you Ben Hill,
dear?”
“ I say, old lady,” said a man on a
country road the other day, “did you
see J didn’tsre a bicycle pass here just now?” “No,
no kind of a sickle, mister;
hut just now 1 seed-a wagon wheel run¬
ning lieve away with a man. You kin be¬
it or not. I wouldn’t if I hadn't
seed it myself.”
A Select-ISmike Story.
The Harrieon (Ark.) Times says: On
Tuesday last a German butcher by the
nsme of Hans Wiser passed through
< itr town, cn route for Little Rock,
where, he stated, he had many friendH.
After traveling as far as the first croft
ing of Davis Creek be became fatigued
and. as there was no house in sight,
roncludwl to rest himself up n some flat
rocks, which formed quite an inviting
hausled irsting-pla-e by the roadside, Ex
in mind as well as bofv, he
soon fell asleep, and all was a b’ank to
him ui.til he aroused with a start and
the rea'ization that he was in the
clutches of some one or something.
Looking down, such a sight met his
eyes as would have mode the stoutest
heart bound with agitation. Clasping
both right and left legs were two rattle
snakes, of the diamond species, coiled
from the feet up, and looking him
greedily in the face from botn sides. It
was a moment to try the nerve of the
bravest hero known to history, and we
need not hardly say Mr. Wiger trembled
from head to foot, hu'. knowing that his
salvation was in inaction rather than
action, he drop; e l back as if shot and
l«v as one dea<:; how long lie remained
in this if is haTd to as
uuder >uch circunmtar.ee- minutes
lengthen but inn hours and hours into days,
some time afurdnrk both suakes,
btcoming coiled ihi-ms* wiarud, no and, doubt, slowly un¬
undtr hi- lre-j after crawling
rnk and round I is bead sev
nro tL-a llloTe ,' i quietly away. friend It is
madp 1 y tl,,ur Gutnn’C
bouse, and
' ‘ K Uving to climb the
ri; . # l A Her trouble
: ; r ', some little
r Mdl) had" oS
during hi* lying bUmd
Had Which i ,0 wa'‘’ra’ven ,S bUct’,
« nv st . i: iron gray cast.
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,, R'F. Atwatfh stat that the
s
amount ot air <med clover roots of an
avetagt . rug <»ri d trom 1,300to 6.500
flaunt s i>. i sere ; the i itiogen in them
r«. to< iron, .-it to i >; , (round* per acre;
I JJV' i * 9,u bhle pounds and
ncr he » T ; ’“•’H** ,f Pbr per
« uJ.i d... , o m'rf “1 n,n ® |M *«nda; the
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seven f unds |»r ec r*.
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The Watkinsville Advance.
VOLUME I.
The James Gang.
Jesse James and two of his gang,
about the middle of April, boatded a
Pullman sfeepinc-car at Kansas City on
the Chicago and Alton Road, and road
a portion of the way to St. Louis. A
Mr. Woodworth, who was a passenger
on the traiD, relates the following stcry
to a reporter of the Sl Lbuis Qlobe
Democrat T “ We left- the Kansas City
Union dusk, with Depot last night, full shortly after
a pretty train. I had a
berth ia the rear sleeper, and passed
through the cars back to that berth, and
did not go forward again after we left
the Grand Avenue Depot. As' the train
was pnlling but from that depot tine*
men entered the sleeper, and stood just
within the door for several minutes.
They did not seem at home, but on the
contrary, ill at ease, and appeared to be
on thealeri for some important develop¬
ment. They were all decently dressed,
and held one, revolver who appeared to be the leader,
concealed a by the folds by his of side, his overcoat. partially
I thought they might he officers of the
law awaiting the of
some and not wishing to offend,
turned ray gaze in another direction.
About ten minutes elapsed ere they left
their position by the door, and the
leader remarking something about sup¬
per, the trip passed on through the
sleeper and into the dining-room car, the
last car of the train. Supper was
shortly announced, and several of the
sleeping-ear passengers and myself went
back to partake of the meal. The wait¬
ers depended were flying their around as if their lives
on alertness and strict
attention to duty, and then down at the
rear! saw the three men who,had acted
ao seated strangely in the sleeper. They were
at a table, eating, and on the
tab’e rested three murderous looking re¬
volvers at full cock. The man in charge
came up to me, and said in a low voice,
not lo express any surprise at what 1
-aw, as the strangers were the notorious
Jeese James and two of his men. If
eft alone they would harm no one, but
if an attempt at their capture was made
some one would assuredly get hurt.
“This injunction was cautiously re¬
peated to the other half dozen persons
aboard, and we all fell to ea'ing in
sileice, and casting occasional glances
at our celebrated companions. The
leader tallied fxactly with the descrip
■ ion given of Jesse James, exhibited the
chatted utmost fang froid, boisterous He laughed and
in a rather manner
with his companions, but apparently
closely in the observing everything and every¬ Tiie
one car at the same time.
subject of their conversation was lost to
me, but it seemed to amuse thembugely.
At the completion of the meal, the
leader cooly picked his teeth, and as the
engine whistled for Odessa they all three
awe, walked picked up their revolvers and
out on the. rear platform. Noth¬
ing was said as to the payment for the
(if supper the leader by the employes, he) but as James
was closed the door,
be doffed his hat by way of a partial
silute, and cri d out in a clear, ringing
voice, ‘Charge three more suppers to the
Government!’”
A Mr. Wild, from Sgringfield, Mo.,
another one of the passengers, bore out
the statement made by Mr. Woodworth;
and stated that the two men accompany¬
but ing the leader were unknown to him,
the leader was none other than the
notorious guerrilla and train-robber,
Jesse James. He had encountered him
on be numerous occasions, and could not
mistaken as to his indentity.
A tpieen ns n Circus Rider.
The ex-King and Queen of Naples
live at the Hotel Vouillemont, in Paris,
in the Rue Boissy d’Anglais, a life of
perfect seclusion. things—first, The his King cares only
for two crown, which
he still fondly hopes to regain, and sec¬
ondly, and whose his consort, whim whom he worships
every and caprice he
humors and obeys. He himself cares
little for nothing about horses, but as
the Queen, like her horseflesh, sister, the Empress
of Austria, adores his Majesty
is ever ready to give any price for the
best cattle. The life of these royal ex¬
iles is tedious and monotonous enough.
The with King spends his days, when he is
not the Queen, reading or dictating
to his is secretsr really e?, head fondly imagining that
he the of a party, and
that the few Italian noblemen who
gather of round his him than care more for the suc¬
cess cause for the pecuniary
assistance he may afford them. IPs
Majesty will sometipnes dictate or write
far into the night, walking up and down
the room in a feverish state of excite¬
ment. begins and at length, when rosv-fingered
dawn to spread her palms in the
sky, going to bed to dream of a tri¬
umphant Bomba. return to the throne of his
father The Queen has nothing
to occupy her time but her toilet an<l
her horses She will have her hair
dressed four times a day to kill time, and
keeps five maids, although she does not
receive and goes rowhere save to her
sister’s, the Duebeas d’Alencon. Her
great pleasure, however, is riding, and
she is even a finer horsewoman than the
Empress her of Majesty Austria. During the bad
weather went every day to
the circus or hippoirome, and latterly
has actually been taking lessons how to
do circus tricks on horseback, a servant
throwing balls to her, which she catches,
at a gallop and leiniDg back so
t hat her bead almost touches the horse’s
ui ,_ The poor King hand stands by admir
gn d ever at to see that his be
i oved consert, whom be worships as a
«****• harm.
anti Silver Produced Annually,
The quantity of silver produced an
nually in the world amounts to not less
than gold 6,000,OCO estimated pounds troy, and that
may be at more
600,000 being pound* above, troy: X16 the 000,000, value and of the
silver that
labor gold <xpended not less than in £28,000,000. silver The
mining lor the
ore in the defp recesses of the moon
tains, and that which is devoted to the
washing of alluvial deposito-the relics
of the cataclysms of former ages-aod to
the tedious exploration expenditure of quartz of reefs, vital
1 represents Ev< a v*#t th»n have still to draw
«Bort. n we
utpfin b^Twre thw traipdd skfll of the metallur
eittter grdd or silver bewme*
tittfd for u«e or ornament,_
WATKINSVILLE, GEORGIA, JUNE 2. 1880.
T ’li; soi»ii:i:v iiituh ik.
BY ROSE 1IARTWICK TlIORrR.
[Author of “Curfew Must Not Ring To-Night.
u And My Fred! I can't under land It.”
his voice it quivered wttli pain,
WhtJc the tears kept a]o«rjy dropping
On For his Fred tremhiiug sdlvraTfc hand* like rain.
“ whs and loyal,
So tjue r iwit m eyes are diui,
' And Thejja-t XfcamKX I shall read i&c letter, Mm.
g t from
Pleawf reaiflt, sir, while ! listen
In fancy I see him—dead —
My t*oy, shot down like a traitor,
My noble, my brave boy Fred.”
“ Pear father," so ran tha letter,
" To-morrow when twilight creeps
Along O’er the. hill to the churchyard,
the grave where mother sleqpf*,
When hen the the dusky dusky shadows shadows gather. gather.
They’ll lav your boy in his grave,
For nenrlv betrayihg the country
Ho would give his life to save;
And. father, 1 tell w>u truly,
That Wit!| almost boy my is latest traitor, breath,
tour not a
Though he dlos a traitor’s death.
" You remember Bennie Wilson f
lie’s puttered a dial of pain.
He was only that day ordered
Back into the ranks again.
1 carried all of his luggage,
With mine, on the rtiarch that dav;
I gave him m v arm to lean on,
Klse he nad dropped by the way.
’Twas B nnie’s turn to be sentry;
But l took his place, and I—
Father, I dropped asleep and now
1 must die as traitors uie.
The Colonel is kind and thoughtful,
Me has done the best he can,
And they will not bind or bliud-uc—
l shall meet death like a man.
Kiss little Blossom; but, father.
Need you toll her how I fall?"—
A sol> from the shadowed corner,
Yes, she Blossom had heard it all.
As kissed Jhe precious letter,
She said with fa tering breath:
14 Our Fred was never a traitor,
Though he dies a traitor’s death."
And a little sun-brown maiden,
In a shabby time worn dress,
Took her seat a half hour later
In the crowded night express.
The conductor heard her story
As he held her dimpled hand,
And signed for the sad hearts breaking
All over the troubled land,
lie tenderly wiped the. tear drops
Firm the blue eves brimming o’er,
And guarded her footsteps safely
Till Rhe reached the White House door.
The President sat at his writing:
But the eves were kind atid mild
That turned with a look of wonder
On the little shy-faced child.
And he read Fred's farewell letter
With a look of sad regret.
“ ’Tis a brave, young life," he murmured,
“ And his count it needs him yet,
From an honored place in battle
He shall bid the world good-bye.
If that brave young life is needed,
He shall die as heroes die."
—Detroit Free Prwi.
ONLY A LtlVK.
On! v h line in Hie papei.
That somebody read aloud
At a tatile of languid l»oarders,
To a dull, indifferent crowd.
Markets, reports and a marriage,
And the reader read them all;
How could he know a hope died thep
And was wrapped in a funeral pall ?
Only Head a line in the paper,
in a casual way,
But the glow went out of one young life
And Jelt it cold and gray.
Colder than bleak December,
Grayer than walls of rock;
The reader paused and the room grew full
Of laughter and idle talk.
If one slipped off to her chamber,
That vv hy, who c^uld dream or know
one brief line in the paper
Had sent, her away with her woe—
Away To Into lonely ulindinR sorrow,
bitter and tears?
Only a line in the paper;
But it meant such desolate years!
FROM THE WAYSIDE.
It was Dr. Silas Walsh who sat one
day book. in his office reading a ot wery interest¬
ing this reading, It for was the a part book his business, science
was a
within the scope of his profession. He
had was the comparatively reputation a of young br man, and
ine an excel¬
lent phys cian. While he read some
one Tang the bell. He laid aside his
book and went to the door, and when ho
saw what was upon the stepping Btone he
was indignant.
It was a ragged, dirty boy, known in
Ensworth as “Hammer Jim”—ragged
and dirty, and with the viJeness of the
slums upon him—a boy vicious and pro¬
fame, against whom every other boy was
warned—a boy who was called a thief and
a villain, whom no efforts of the overseers
had been able to reclaim, and who seem¬
ed to care for nothing butto make people
afraid of him. His hqie name, as the
overseers had it, whs JamiMs Ammerton.
Aboui bis father no His one in Ensworth had
had ever known. mother died
an inmate of the poorhouse. J
On the present occasion, Jim’s face
there was not very blood dirty, his but grimed bloody* and
was on and tat¬
tered gartfients.
“Please, hurt.” sir, won’t you fix my head?
I’ve got a
“ What kind of a hurt?" asked’ the
doctor.
“I’m afeard it’s bad, sir,” sobbed thq
boy. “ One o’ Mr. Dunn's menhitmewith
a rock. Oh!”
“ What did he hit you for?” aiked the
doctor. , f
I dunno, sir. . „ *
y° u do Know. What did he
throw that stone at you for?”
“Why, Or, I was picking up an apple
,lrl ' er 0De bis trees.” /
G r • Walsh would not touch the boy’s
head with his fingers. There was no
need of it. He could see that there was
on ®y a 9C ®lp wound, and that the blood
bad ceased to flow,
“Go home,” he said; “let your folks
' va9l ‘ >’ our bead and put on a clean
bandage.”
bam ‘ Please, er, I hwn t got no home, and
I t got no folks. ’ replied the boy.
You stop somewhere, don’t you?”
fK '° r “* * h * n
kic k me out”
wash fronT'this^^^nf/^LfSdy^“to head, and wash
and your or go it yo ur
self tie your handkerchief on. ’
“ Please, sir, I hain’t got no—-"
“ Hold up boy, I haven’t got time to
waste. You won’t suffer if you go as
you are.”
And with this Dr. Hilas Walsh closet!
the door and returned to bis book. He
had not meant to be unkind ; but really
be had not thought there was any need
of professional service on his part;
certainly he did want that bad boy in
his office.
But Dr. Wa’sh had not been a Pipe
cognizant of the boys visit. There had
been a witness in an upper window. The
d<mtor's wife hsd seen and beard. Why
wMIllwia)!, 1 ‘ / *~*
_ _
She was not strong and resolute and
dignified like tenth her husband. but Her heart
was not only r, children it was used to
aching. She had no living; in hitt
there were two little mounds the
e.hurc’ivurd which told her of angels in
neaven cnat could call her mother! Act¬
ing upon her impulse, slipped as she was very
*<pt to act, she down and called
the boy in, by the back way, to the
wash-room. He came in, rags, dirt and
all, wandering what had called ivas wanted. The
sweet voice that him had not
frightened him. He came in and stood
looking at Mary Walsh, and as he looked
his sobbings Sit dow'n, ceased. boj^Jf
“ my
He sat down.
“ If I help you, will vou trv to be
“ I Why oan’t not? be good. ” ”
“
“ 'Cause I can’t. ’Tain’t in me. Every¬
body says so.” try?”
“ But can’t you
“ I dunno.”
“If I should help you,, you would be
willing Yes’m—l to try should, to please me ? ”
“ certain.”
Mrs. Walsh brought a basin of ^wa¬
ter, a soft sponge, and with tender hand
she washed the boy's head and face.
Then with a scissois she clipped awav
the hair from the wound—curling, hand¬
hair--and found it not a bad
wound. She brought a piece of sticking
plaster, then she which brushed she the fixed hair upon back it, and
from the
full brow and looked into the boy’s face
a bad face—not an evil face.
out the rags and dirt, it wa*
really a handsome face.
“ What’s your name, my boy? ”
“ Hammer Jim,ma’am; and sometimes
Ragged Jim.”
“I mean, how were you christened?”
“ Which’m?”
“ Don’t you know what name your
parents “Oh—yces. gave you?” It’s down the
on Veers’
book, mum, as James Ammerton.”
“ Well, bad, Jame-*, the hurt on your head
is not and if you are careful not to
rub off the plaster, it will very soon heal
up. Are you hungry?”
“ Please, mum, I hain’t eat nothing to¬
day.” Walsh brought
Mrs. out some bread
and allowed butter, the little and boy a cup of milk, and
to sit there in the
wash-room and eat. And while he ate
she watched him narrowly, scanning
every feature. Surely, if the science of
studied physiognomy, which and her husband
so much, with such faith,
was reliable, tliiB boy ought to have
grand capacities. Once more, shutting
out the rags and filth, and only observ¬
ing the hair, now glossy and waving,
from her dextrous manipulations, over
a with shapely head, lustrous and making the face
its eyes of gTay, and the
mouth like a cupid’s bow, and the chin
strong without without being unseemly—seeing
this the dregs, the boy was
handsome. Mrs. Walsh, thinking of
the little mounds in the church-yard,
prayed God that she might be a happy
mother; and, if a boy was to bless her
maternity, handsomer she would not ask that he
should be than she believed
she could make this boy.
Jim finished eating and stood.
“ James,” said the little woman—for
she was a little woman—“ James, when
you are hungry and have nothing to
eat. if you will come to this door, 1 will
feed you. I don’t want you to go hun¬
gry”
“ 1 should like to cum - mum.”
“And if I feed you when you are
hungry, will you not try to be good, for
my sake ?”
The boy hung his head and consid¬
ered. Some might have wondered that
he did not answer at once, as a grateful
boy than ought; but The Mrs lad Walsh considering was deeper
that. was
how he must answer sadly and truly.
“ If they'd let me be good, ma’in, but
they Will won’t,” he at all length replied.
“ you try you can?”
“ Yes’m, I’ll try all 1 can.”
Mrs. Walsh gave the lad a email parcel
of food in a paper, and patted his curly
head. The boy had not shed a tear
since the wound was assuaged. Borne
might but have little thought he was oould not grate
inl; the the woman deeper see the
gratitude in old light of his
eves. I he crust was not broken
enough yet for tears.
Afterward. Mrs. Walsh told her hus¬
band what she had done, and he laughed
at her.
“ Do you think, Mary, that your
kindness I do can help think that it ragged will waif?”
“ not hurt him,
Silas?”
Tt was not the first time Mrs. Walsh
had delivered answers to the erudite
doctor which effectually stopped dis
cussiori.
After that, Jim came often to the
door and wan fed; and he came cleaner
and more orderly length with edch succeeding
visit. At Mrs. Walsh was in¬
formed that a friend was going away
into a far western country to take no
land and make a frontier farm. The
thought good occurred to her that this might
tie a opportunity for James Am
merton. She saw her friend and
brought Jim to his notice, and the re¬
sult was the boy went away with the
emigrant friend adventurer. And ahe heard
from her a year later that he
liked the boy very much. Two year
later the emigrant wrote that Jim was a
treasure. And Mra. Walsh showed the
letter to b«>r husband, and he t-miled and
kissed the little wife, and said iie was
glod. And hehaJ of
another source glad
ness. Upon her bosom his little wife
bore a robust, gavi healthy promise! boy—their own
son -who life and hap
piness in the time to come.
The ye*H sped on and James Am
merton dropped out from tbe li e that
Mary Walsh knew. The last she heard
wm live years after he went away from
Ensworth, and Jim had then started for
the golden mountains on his own
count, to commence in earnest bU own
life battle.
But there were joy and pride in the
little wo man’s life which held its place
and grew and strength, ned. Her boy,
whom they called Philip, grew to he a
voutli of great promise-a bright, kind
hearted, good U.y, whom everybmiy
loved; and none loved him more than
did bi» |«»r< nt- In fact, thi y VM>pjbi|<
ped him; or, at least, his mother did.
entered At the college, age of seventeen and the Poilip of Walsh
at age twenty
one graduated with honor; but the long
and severe study had t ixed his system,
and he entered upon the stage of mali¬
hood not quite so strong in body .as he
should have been. His mother saw it
and was anxious; his father saw it and
decided that he should have recreation
and recuperation before he entered into
active business. Dr. Walsh was not
expensive pecuniarily able to but Bend he his son ou au
travel, found oppor¬
tunity exj for Tiring his engagement upon the stafl
ptan combine healthful expedition recreation which with would
au
equally healthful occupation.
The expedition was bound for the
W< stern wilderness, and we need not
tell of the parting between the mother
and the son. She kissed him and blessed
him, and hung upon his neck with more
kisses, cried. then went away to her chamber
and
Philip wrote home often while on his
way out; and he wrote after he had
reached the wilderness. His accounts
were proving. glowing Three and his health was im¬
mouths of forest life
and forest labor, of which Philip wrote
in a letter that had to be bor.te more
than a hundred miles to the nearest
post, and then followed months of
silence. Where was Philip? Why did
he not write?
and One faint, day Dr. Walsh came home pale
with a newspaper crumpled
and crushed in his hand. Not imme¬
diately. let his but by and-by, ho was traced to
wife read what he had seen in
that paper. She read, and fell like one
mortally stricken. It- was a paper from
a far distant city, and it told t-tie sad
fate of the exploring party under the
charge of Colonel John Beauebampo,
how they had been attacked by an over¬
powering those body of Indians, and how
not massacred had been carried
away captive.
Poor little woman! Poor Dr. Walsh.
But- the mother suffered most. Her
head, already taking on its crown oj
silver, was bowed in blinding agony,
and her heart was well-nigh broken.
The joy had gone out of her life and
thick darkness was around about her.
And so halffa year passed. One day
the postman left a letter at the door.
The hand of the superscription was
familiar, Mis. Walsh tore it open and
glanced her eyes over the contents.
Oh. joy I Oh, rapture! Her hoy lived,
her. was well, and was on his way home (o
When WUn n Dr. Walsh entered the room he ,
f “ b .V V i f f w, h lhe ,etter
rtv By and onri IfJ by, 11 when lf ihl the trVe great T* surge praS *K had i
passed, husband and wife tat down and
read the letter uoderstamiincly.
or [r l^ 1 should a , W! say a true I found friend a true lound friend me, ’
wrote safety Philip, and after whereabouts. he had told of Iiih
nis “But for
the coming of tiiia friend 1 should have
died ere this. He heard of me by name,
and when he learned that 1 was from
Ensworth, and was the rtin all of Silas and
for Mary Walsh, he bent his energies
my release, lie spent thousands of
dollars in enlisting and equipping
for the work, and witli his own hand
struck down my savage cantor and took
me henceforth under his care and pro
tection. God bless him! And lie you
ready, both, to bless him, for he’s com
ing home with me.”
UfKin their bended knees that night
tha rejoicing parents thanked God for
all his goodness, and called down hies
sings upon tho head of the unknown
preserver of their son.
And in due time, radiant and strong,
their Philip came homo to them—came
home a bold and innocent man—fitted
for the battle of life— came home know
ing enough of life’s vicissitudes, and
prepared to apprefiilte its blessings.
And with Philip came a man of mid¬
dle age—a stroqg, frame-faced, handsome
man, with gtey eyes and curling hair.
“ This,” said the son, when he had
been released Srom the mother’s raptur
otis embrace, “ is my preserver. Do you
know him 5”
The doctor looked and shook his head.
He did not know him.
But the little woman observed more
keenly. Upon her the light broke over
poweringly. “Is it he?”
forth her hands—“is she whispered, it putting
James Ammer¬
ton V”
“Yes,” said the man—a stranger now
no more, “f am James Ammerton! and
I thank God who has given me an op¬
portunity remember thus to show how gratefully iny I
all your kindness to me,
more than mother.”
And he held her hands and pressed
them so his lips, and bleised her again
and again, telling her, with streaming
eyes, him teat and she, of all bjm. the world,Tiad lifted
up saved
That evening Mrs, Walsh, sitting by
her husband’s side and holding one of
his hands, said to him.
“ Once upon a time, a pebble was
kicked about in the waste sand. A lap¬
idary saw it, and when he bad brushed
away the dirt from the surface, he ap¬
plied his chisel, and broke through the
crust, and behold—a diamond pure and
bright!”
Nor long ago, in the Court of Ap
peals, the an Irish - lawyir, while arguing
earnestness of his cause, stated a
point Well,'” which the court - ru’ed out.
“ mid the attorney, “ if it plaze
theccUrt.if 1 am wrong in this, f have
another point which is equally conclu
MVe -”
;
x if, fn tfi^nJLn^r „„t sr
&u,v ,- tbfn.f icnt «d li,ntv,» iSht wee r, h? hESTSL!i ,i| d
rol i the cxiurt thirt thTHtotTw!
...n U.J thevTmuld tirirffe
m « D H n J'* iouor " y d d k * <t,K rf '
’
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The oresontnnil oJrwX even holihig notmlar ^ stvle tll of
malring Xetiv^obtained to If
/omvtl at that J me
»,eo Ip'Z’-.vT prwlict* of “lhou will “
P P
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the “Is hired your wife's ohui« "No,” MargHrefr’asteli
man. said the ft.r.
tner; “ Margv’s short for oleomargarine
and I calls her that'cause I don’t jpee
i<> y but
13.
What it te Apostle Paul Said.
Tiie other evening the Rev. Mr. Phi
r the w wants ?S% of Ins ,, € brood in a very ab-
3RR The d Sr Uy he lowke<1
“ Apostle Paul- ’
“Got an awful lump on the head
’s afternoon,” broke in the pastor’s eldest
son. of “ Playing the base-ball. Bat flew
out strike!’* hand when 1
was the umpire, an'dropped and cracked me right above
and ear, me. Hurt? Golly 1”
the lad shook his head in dismal
but expressive pantomime as ho tender
ly billiard rubbed a lump that looked like a
ball with hair on it.
The pastor gravely paused for the in
terruption, “ The and resumed:
Apostle Paul—”
“Saw Mrs. O’Ghemmie down at
Oreenbvum's this afternoon,” said his
eldest daughter, addressing her mother,
Mie hud on that same old everlasting
black silk, made over with a vest of
tilleni green silk, coat-tail bas.iue pah
e n, overskirts made with diagonal
olds in front, edged with deep fringe;
yellow straw hat, with black velvet
faring inside the brim, and pale blue
"'rhr^mS&^liKTSll'enU,,
"The Apostle Paul—"
“ We it in swi,main’ last night with
IfHrry l£>am-Hhell,” and Ben, exolfcim-.d pop, and stepped on a
hi. youngest
son; “cut my foot so 1 can’t wear my
shoe; and please can’t I stay home to
morrow?’
The pastor informed his son that he
might then stay away from the river, and
resumed his top : c. He said:
“ The Apostle Paul says—”
shouted “My teacher is an awful liar,”
the second son ; “ he says the
turns around r°“"d ail the R s time an orange, faster and it
than a
circus man can ride. I guess he hain t
! The 'mother'lifted
toward the boy, and sai<i a warning “hush finger
l ’atid
the Other resumed:
“ The Apostle Paul says —"
“ Don’t bite oft twice as much as vou
ran chew,” broke out ihe eldest son,' re
proving piece the assault of his little brother
on a of cake.
The pastor’s face showed just a trifle
of annoyance as he said, in very firm,
decided tones: ’
“ The A | ostle Paul ssys—”
“There’s a /!y in the butter!”
shrieked the youngest hopeful of the
family, and a general laugh followed.
When silence was restored the eldest
daughter, “Well h»r with an a I r of cunostty, said:
’ A’pcetle in. , '
kt)OW wh ftt the Paul said?”
.. Pa . H mp the mustard,” said the
„« * s t or ’ H h« P ntlv *'
* t * *
A Manlii- of To-lhiv.
v . .. " ,, f ,
‘
a 'IS u n tore
-1
ltir0ftt b Send i« for the doctor.
Jennie ". ditln sleep well last _
t night.
»end for the doctor. What did he say
^aa the matter with her ? Oh, he says
h®’ H snotinng 1 I? re serious. D°n and inly will a--a--a call and
6 * a * cr 'l , again
“its evening and charge tor each
VIR
tommy has , colu. ,. Send ,, for the doc
a
^ nr ' ‘ octor says it s nothing serious;
l’^** lcr |l’ t, on, advice, will call again am!
18® 89 ” e ' ore -
l ln not v ? r ? well myself. No appe
... sluggisii, , , etc. Live the house;
in
t go out more than once in three
®y 9 . *U*d then on'y to do some shop
f ’ing. Ihe doctor, says the liver is out
or,ler - • inscription, advice, more
, which husband working bard
<Jown town w, 'l P*?
lommy , has a sore finger, bend , for
the (.octor. guys I must put a rag around
it and make a poultice. Charge for an
other visit.
Jennie had the snuffles last night. I’m
so worried. There s scarlet fever in the
next street and the measles heybnd.
Berm for the doctor. He says it’s noth
ing serious if only looked after in time,
Ini no better, c*,Uber. iie left another
prescription, f I ve in a steam or stove
neated room; house poorly ventilated;
don t go out much. No. Eat? Oh,
meat and hot cstos, liver and bicou,
9 '**' mackeiei, fried poik and such-thin; s
pretty pie live often. Dear me! How can peo
and be well without a doctor at
work on them all the time? I’m sure
I owe my life and thoi-c of all Olir
family to the doctor.
The doctor says so.
bill 'Husband— last By ^mounted George, to my half doctor’s
boa'd bill. year It’s my
doctor and cheaper to hire or buy
a out out, and be done with
..
ma’am, Bridget, to M s. Bolus bottle Bolus—Hhure,
the rag and man is here,
and wad ve be afther dishposing to him
of the borril of impty midicine vials and
bottles in tt e back closet, ma’am ?
-hure, the other borril is fillin’ up fast,
too.
Horrible Boston.
Krrcmsn In a recent Clarke, reply Wendell to the Rev. James
"Fa-hion Boston imperiously Phillips says;
in orders
the use and offer of wine. The city
government is created and rul.d by
rum. Trade, wealth, the press and so*
cietv defer to it. Blind habit fancies
itself science, and para'e-i as such in
supporting all politics it. The pulpit, dabbling in
except what touches ieforra,
and reading Bpakeapeare to idlers while
90me of th *’ fine9t genius of the city is
dro P' ,ir “-' tnt(l drunkard’s graves, con
!enta ll -eli with insulting temperance
men ; and panders, like a cringing lackv,
l ,th the b dunking fa-htons of the pew and (,
V Y Except and example; now
Iben trying to hide its degradation and
throw dust in the world’s eyes hy some
empty rhetoric about the awful evil of
intemperance,”
It was a colored preacher who said
to hvi Hook: ‘We have a collection to
make this morning, and, for de glory of
heaven, whichever of you stole Mr.
Jones’ turkeys don’t put anything on
the plate." One who with there says,
de church
ihc xilathinsriltf ^(Icnntf.
a s-srstv r.trrjt, rrauanxo ai
Watkinsville, Ocoiue Co., Georgia.
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THOUGHTS FOB SUNDAY.
dined long regrets also atfwfys soften them
mny
n ° gs: but fa m r s pec,lsof >‘ r "' K H «b ^ ftm
they overshadow both our set.se and
hft PI ),neB9 -
Politeness is the initiation of a mu
tjml good-will therefore, among men lomewhrre, ; this good- for
will, exists
without a model there oould be no copy,
Examples of vicious courses, prw
ticed in a domestic circle, corrupt more
readily and more deeply when wr behold
them in persons of authority.
Like many other virtues, hospitality is
practiced in its perfeetton by the poor.
If the rich did their sha'e, now would
the woes of this world be lightened.
Character is power; it makes
friends, creates funds, draws patronage
and support, and opens a su*e way to
honor, wealth and happiness,
Ax thirty big we Rre a !l trying to cut
()Ur nameg j n letters upou the wall,
0 f this tenement of life; twenlv years
later we have carved it or shut up eur
j ftC knife.
L '! V J- like f T»'. “ *
,
diamond, radiates stea'ily from is
transparent heart.
T » E wfl y to acquire lasti- g. esteem is
not by the fewness of a writer* faults,
hut the greatness of his beauti s, and
our n o b ‘ e » t works are generally most re
plete with both.
Ar Ambition to excel in petty things
obstructs the progress to ..ob er aims,
tagin, The aspiring should keep spirit, ils like tteadily the winged fixed
which gaze
on the suit toward it soars,
l T j„ with nations as with indiv duals
_ thoge who know lhp W of otlwrH
think the highest of themselves; for
J™««» (,(„> whole family <>f mutually pri ’eand ignore ce
beget eacu
It is perfectly delightful-the phi¬
losophy with which we reconcile < ur
selves to the misfortunes of our nergl.
b . if' „ 1 . h Hl . Rn ?. the r H , hfluld ,, , ,
’u fT', , ’ ,V< ’ (, T . . " ” fll, " r * l,n
lbnt <l»«tree«eK nobody.
the show of anything be good fr*
in y thing, I am sure sincerity is better;
for why does any man dissemble or se m
to be that- which he is not, but because
he thinks it good to have such a quality
as he pretends to?
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Statistics Versus ihe « Big Farm
Scare n,nre .”
muJt.piicai.on '| ph1 ba ot « be big « n farms ab V m ut Ibis lb#
country, and doubtful predictions have
been uttered that by those professing to tie
lieve the United Btates are dost ue 1
hi repeat the experience, < f England
and Ireland in the monopo y of the
land by a few. Tliat there is no real
danger following of such an issue isclearlv shown
by Tribune the statistics, which the
com tiles from the ,evpr:il CM) hUS
reportg j„ .
1800 the average size of farms in
the United .States was 203 acre s: in
t,. n more years the average was four
aeres less, and at the last eenuia a fur
tber reduction of 47 acres appeared, and
farms averaged only 103 acres. '1 hede
cline between 1860 and 1870 was sogen
eral that the only exceptions in all she
States and Territories were—an iicresse
j n California from 46C to 482 acres,
lro.n S)4 to 138 in Mastachusetts, and
from 25 to 30 in Utah. Prior to 18.30
land monopoly liad some claim to < x
iatence in California; in ten jeers |h<
average size of farms was dini'nisbed
hy a reduction of just. 4,000 acres I ( <
lVxasthereductionwasinthefiistd*
cade from 042 to 501 acre-, and in the
second to 301 acres. The next census
is expected had to show farms a further decline,
Minnesota 157 in 1850, 18 181
j n 1860, 46,50') in J870. and now c aims
mor e than 68,000, and her farmers are
not much frijrbtened in view of lhe
competition of half a dozen “ mon-ter ”
wheat farms! There were 5 864 f -p<
of more than 1,000 acres each its 1800;
in 1870 there were only 4,720 In t.,e
same period declin-d the numb from r from 500 15 to
1,000 acres 20,310 to
803, while all the classes o' smai’er
farms increased, the ratio of i >cie»*w
netting scended. larger as the scale of size do«
The Fascinations of Chess.
(MUmbiy
There are curious, hut well authenti¬
cated, anecdotes showing what fascina¬
tions chess possesses for some minds.
ships We have being heard nearly of one of ashore her Majesty’s through
run
the captain, absorbed in his combina¬
tions, sentatlons not heeding his li the repealed that r*p e
of utenant they
were getting 'There uncommonly msr Bag¬ tiie
land. was o'ce tt Caliph of
dad, who would not be di.tuibeil in his
game, though his city was beinw carded
assault. And Charles XT, of
Sweden, when hardly Bender, lie»-t hy
Turks in the house at was„t
least as much interested in beating his
antagonist across the hoard as in lteat
ing off the lurks. Agan, an Elector of
Saxony, taker, prisoner at the bstt e of
Muhlberg by tbe Emperor Charles V«,
was playing chess with brought, a fellow-pris¬
oner when tidings were to death. to n
that he had been xentoneed to
He looked up for a moment to remark
upon the irregularity of the proceeding, which,
and then resumed the game, t •
his great del ght, he won. When we
add that Frederick the Great and Mar¬
shal Saxe were enthusiastic f„r the
game, who will sav it is not s pastime excel?
in wh ch it .is worth while to
Though many persons sre detmrml by
Other occupations from devoting to t
sufficient attention, tho e who have .he
leisure may remember the dictum ol
the Duke of Wellington, w Teh is ap
plicable to all atatl pursuits, is worth that doing “ whst well." u
worth doing
“Never world,” ex.mse your Beecher. disappointments LorrcCL
to the says
If the other r Bow responds to your call
with a show of four aees, stivk your 5<nr
kings Into tlje pack and ssy you wer?
bluffing. * -