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§ht waiithscHfo Juicann\ A WSZKLT PAM?, Published Wednesdoy, AT— Watkinsville, Occnee Co., Georj'a. ■W. G. SXJLLIVAN, SPITOR AND PROPRIETOR TERMS: One year, in advance...............„.... .U OC Six months............. ... 60 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. ..........- ,, 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 ;» l!1 r aU ' 1 H ub K *® T seven f unds |»r ec r*. iiuiTDi ,-aJ (ti* It ..lie I Z I Ltsu rsiO.noi' t 1 i ‘ ' s t.-*., .1 tie 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 ' ’ - _ 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 - - - 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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LlIIF.RiL ri.IUI.tj row ttOUB MPACfi 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? — ♦ * 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. * -