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DRAMATIC NOTES.
When Bernhardt leaves Paris, women
of decided embonpoint are to be fashion¬
able there.
Julia Rive King is to have a first-class
concert company out on a tour through
the next amusement season.
Christine Nilsson, in her correspond¬
ence with a personal to America friend, during states that the
she will not come
forthcoming season.
Performances of Tristan und Isolde
and Die Meistefsingcr the coming of Nuremberg
rank among events at the
Royal Vienna Opera-house.
Joseph Jefferson, actor, artist and
agriculturist, during his vacation among
the Vermont pastures lias selected a fine
herd of short-horn cattle tor his Louisiana
farm.
An uncontradicted rumor has it that
Alice Oates Watkius is to forsake comio
opera next season, and be the bright,
particular star of melange called Long
Branch.
The death of the once-famous tenor
Ivanoff, the contemporary of Rubini, is
announced. His career on the lyric stage
was brief, but very successful, both in
Italy and England.
Mr. Charles Coghlan has com¬
menced a country tour of England with
a version by himself of the play of La
Morte Civile, in which Signor Salvini
has occasionally appeared.
Madame Patti will appear next winter
in Paris at the theatre dos Nations.
Messrs. Polloni and Franchi will be tho
impressariiof the Italian season. It is said
that Semiramidc and Afrfistofele will be
mounted especially for Madame Patti.
Mr. Loris Maas, who has been en¬
gaged by Mr. Theodore Thomas as solo
pianist for a tour of the United States,
resigns his position as Professor in the
King’s Conservatory, Leipsig, on the 1st
of October. Ml’. Maas is an English¬
man.
Mary Anderson was bom in Sacra¬
mento, California, during July, 1859.
Her father’s brother, a resident of
Louisiana, vouches for the truth of it;
so does her mother. The latter ought
to know, and the other says ho does.
Yet paragraphers hint and doubt.
The dramatic and musical obituary
for the year 1880, thus far, includes the
names of Mrs. Mary Chapman, Felicita
Vestvali, Henry Omahundro, Wieniawski, George
John Honey, Brougham, J. B. T. J. R. Planche,
L. Donnelly, E. H.
Majilton, Ole Bull, Tom Taylor, and
Adelaide Neilson.
The first man who ever sang a negro
song which made a success was George
Washington Dixon. The song was called
“The Coal Black Rose.” This was in
sands 1828, at of New dollars York. and After making thou¬
he died tho Charity a great reputation,
in Hospital at New
Orleans, in 1861.
Among dramatic printers who became eminent
in the profession, are the names
of George Jordan, James E. Murdock,
George Clark (whose real name is
O’Neill), Miron W. Leffingwell, Wm. E.
Burton, Tom Placide, Sol. Smith,
“Artemus Ward” (whose real name u .1 .
Charles Brown), and Augustin Daly, the
manager.
The theatrical season this fall and win¬
ter promises to be unusually attractive.
Three brilliant luminaries, at least, from
the other side of the water will shine
resplendent upon the American stage—
Salvini, Beruliaidt and Gerster. It is
possible that Nilsson also may come, but,
this the is remarkable not yet definitely settled Owing
to success of tlie operatic
and variety combinations last season the
musical feature will predominate, and
the prospects of fine Italian opera, under
the able management of Mapleson and
the Strakosclies, seems to be unusually
bright.
Mr. Sothern, in all human probabil¬
ity, will nevei play again. He has been
a broken-down man for the past two years.
He is not an old man in years, but he is
lamentably old in reality. “It is the pace
that kills," and the comedian has always
pushed himself from “ eend to eend, as
tlie late Mr. Ha, pet was reported to
have said. With him will die Lord Dun¬
dreary, and alsc a certain style of easy,
nonchalant acting grotesque, quaint,
and effective as it was original. The wink
of Sothern was equal to a volume of Joe
Miller. It was sly, knowing, confiden¬
tial. Each man in the audience took it to
himself and became at once an intimate
friend of the actor. Of liis private char¬
acter there is nothing to be said; chat is
his own care. It is as au actor alone that
the world at laige has a right to look
upon hun- -a fictitious being who won it
to laughter by discovering a new and be¬
fore unheard-of ticklish spot. He who
creates innocent laughter is a public
benefactor, and to my mind more worthy
under of a sculptured impudent monument disguise than lie who
the of a mili¬
tary uniform shoots down his fellow-men
and plause complacently .—Louisville looks Courier-Journal. around for ap¬
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The Watkinsville Advance.
VOLUME I.
A SI tlUEU SIfOUEB,
BY HATTIE E. CRESS*.
Vrhat can bo more reviving,
On a sultry August day,
Th n a quiet little shower,
And the scent of new-mown hay 7
D 'w the laborer’s spirits brighten.
And he whets liis scythe anew,
Toi'ing When with blessed renovated vigor, through.
the shower is
Forth goes the whistling boy
To turn the dripping swath;
No tear of further showers—
The wind is from the north.
The water stands in pools
Along the muddy street,
The schoolboy wades it through,
With bare and tawny feet.
The trout are clearly seen
In the limpid meadow brook,
And the cunning angler’s bait
Decoys them to his hook.
The flowers look up and smile.
And the lields of waving grain
Look titter for the harvest
After the glorious rain.
Tbe birds trill little snatches
From their songs of early June;
The bees swarm round tlie clover,
Buzzing a drowsy tune.
But the crickets, those foretellers
Of the summer’s coming doom,
Set up their dolef nl music
In a corner of the room.
One listens just a moment,
And feels a twinge of pain.
Then dispels his saddened feelings,
Thinking of the summer rain.
ONE YEAR OF A GIRL’S LIFE.
“Let's leave this room, just as it is,
mamma. See, isn’t it quaint? Joan
uie, do look at this head of Beatrice and
ihe frame—how elegant! girl’s This room.” certainly
must have been some
about Ethel the Adams went she prying spoke. curiously
room as It was a
which most unique and strange hidden apartment,
seemed to have been away
from things view had for years, perhaps. Many
been removed, but the win¬
dow-hangings were still left—a massive
walnut chair, a stool of embossed velvet,
and many trinkets that make a room
cozy and homelike as well as elegant.
At one side was a mantel of stained mar¬
ble, and above this bung that wonder¬
ful picture of which Ethel had spoken.
The sad, mournful eyes seemed to plead
for the absent owner of that room and to
beg for the old silence and oblivion.
“ Jeannie, I forgot to show you what
I found, yesterday night, in this room,
in the bottom of that bronze vase. 1
happened fell Edwin to tip the vase over, here and this
out. Dale was at the
time. See, it is set in garnets ; isn’t it a
lovely face ? I can’t make out the en¬
graving, only the last name, ‘ Kent,’
and two letters, ‘s-e.’”
“A proud face, truly, and not one of
a peasant’s assisting daughter,” girls sa ; dMrs. Adams,
who was the in deciding
which rooms should be furnished for the
summer.
The three bent their heads together
scrutinizing setting of the small, olive face in its
gems.
“Kent, Kent, did you say, my dear?
It seems I remember something about
that name. We’ll ask your father about
it to-night.”
called “Oh, girls, is mamma up there?”
a voice from the foot of the stairs.
“ Yes ; come and see what I found.”
“I want you all out on the west ve¬
.
randa. I’ve something to show you.
Bring curiosity along your discovery, replied and we’ll set
below. up a shop,” the voice
The group settled themselves in rus¬
tic chairs or reclined in swinging ham¬
mocks. The venerable and dignified
Horatio Adams came down from his
dusty office anil joined the family, push¬
ing his golden spectacles to the top of
his forehead, and passing his lingers
through the obstinate-curling white hair.
“ Just see, pupa and Owen, what I
found 1” Ami all the group bent to¬
gether over the face, that looked out at
them so saucily, so defiantly, as though
half angry at being inspected. “ ‘ Kent’
is engraved on the back, and two other
letters—part there of a name, I think—‘es.’
See, it is.”
“I declare,” said Horatio, drawing
his chair closer to the rest of the party.
“Can it bo possible ? Why, wife, you re¬
member the Kents, don't you ? This old
mansion has been known as Castle Kent
for a century, at least. It still belongs
to some unknown heir—a Miss —,
Miss —, let me see,” running his fingers
handfuls, through and through his liair, half-forgotten grasping
knowledge as though lurking the
thick clusters. might be among the
“ Miss Agnes Louise
Kent—that’s the name—only heir of Sir
Gregory and Isabella Kent. I read an
account of it not half a dozen days ago.
The property amounts to something near
three millions oi money. A valuable
estate, indeed—a moneyed estate. Quite
a une.” fortune—aye, io~fact, a princely fort¬
‘What have you there, Owen?”ques
tioned Ethel, the inquisitive.
I should My have know myself for H’s strange long,
forgotten the it fished s<) and
fophed Ow en Adams the society of tho
^egMit, freah from rS&taK
- " unlocked ebonv
true refin ment. II He u an . y
wntmg-desk, and took from it a small,
handsomely-bouml book. It was slight
“a* 1 b ‘ ,n " et in some wa'. Jil ®
was of ivory, inlaid with pausi.-s of
moU»er-of-pearl. lhe lids were: clasped
with a single flower, mounted m gold
Tlie whole was charmingly unique awl
beautiful. while They fx.l.I all examined it closely
ftwer. “hronin «*« 1 lute
lawng through a street in Paris I arw m- ...
with an eppkmie, he espied this
book ^ng under the projecting slab of
a stone step. He picked it up, but, not
bl enter the lurnse or even to
kn, K’-k, he h.-tily shjiped it into his
jxx»ket, morning. ilnnking lied mlvertisi- it tho
next On reachiug his hotel,
he found the telegram calling him home
and, as the tine- was short he threw
tins Uia aii<l hiwl nover
once rene mbered it until this after
n-xm.
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fctnel, no longer i able to , restrsui . her ,
WATKINSVILLE, GEORGIA, OCTOBER 6, 1880.
curiosity, took the book into her hands
and unclasped it. diary, !”
“ It’s a girl’s as sure as I live
she exclaimed, throwing up her hand,
others—ft and pointing fashion the she front had finger at deeply the
when
interested or excited—all the while run¬
ning Read her eyes it alouu, rapidly Eth,” over the page.
“ herself from her lazy spoke position Jean,
raising deal in
the hammock. It took a great to
excite her, tor she was of that sluggish,
luxurious temperament that little heeded
mere passing listen,” excitements. and Edith
“Just reads from
the book:
Enqland, Thursday, Oct. G. 18—.--As this
is my last year at school, I shall keep ft diary
of any important events that may happen to
me. 1 don’t know what to say, as' nothing has
happened believe since 1 shall my like last visit to London. 1
don't this new business very
much. But, as Cousin Rob says, '‘The prac¬
ticed man maketh the perfect man." I wish I
were a man -, no, I don’t either, for men are
generally know mean, I and really selfiBh, like—one and cruel. Cousin I only
two men is Boh,
and the other Prof. Huntington. I despise the
rest-—
“ Ho, Monsieur Owen 1 ” interrupted
Jean.
If folks should read this book of mine they'd
think it funny I didn't include that individual
calling masculines, himself pater but families in him’ my list of ad¬
mired I class with all the
abominable lot —and why ? Louise Kent know
cth why.
“Heavens! Eth, is that name there,
or are you fooling us?” asked Owen,
coming up, and looking excitedly over
her shoulder. All the group gathered
round the girl to satisfy themselves that
the reader had not played a joke on
them. But Ethel’s face told plainly
that the revelation was as shocking to
herself as to the others. Her excitable
nature tremulous displayed breath itself flushed in the short,
and cheek, as
she pronounced tho name, “ Louise
Kent.”
“ Marvelous coincidence,” ejaculated
the family sire.
“I fear it is some omen of evil,”
responded had the learned slightly superstitious
wife, who the from her Scottish
grandams fostered stories of witch
and fairy.
“I remember now,” continued Ho¬
ratio Adams, “hearing once that there
was some mystery in the family. Sir
Gregory was killed almost instantly
while on some wild expedition. He
kept blooded horses and raced a great
deal, 1 iliink.”
‘ Read on, Ethel,” she’s spoke up the in¬
terested Joan; “ see if tho girl.”
Ethel reads:
1 guess I’ll tear this leaf out and begin again,
for mother might find it and then slic’d erv,
poor darling, and I’d feel awful. Mother is
such a lady. Why did she marry that fox?
I’m in a dark mood to-night, so I’ll hide you
away, little diary, and wait until some brighter
day.
Sunday, Nov. 6.— It is another dark, damp
day. I hate gloomy days. This old house,
witn its lorestol trees everywhere, making such
mournful sounds, seems like a prison. I’m
sorry I wounded Prof. Huntington’s feelings
to-day. tender feelings. I'm always stumbling into somebody’s
I guess I am a serious mis¬
take, I aB be whom I so hate lias so often told me.
can see his steely eyes before me oontimiaUy.
Sometimes I wish ho would nover come home
again.
I wish to goodness I could he like other girls
or like my mother. I don’t want to be a lamb,
nor a bird, hut 1 do hate to be a porcupine, so
full of hatefulness I don't dare to be touched.
I believe I'll write me out some resolutions and
try to live to them :
Whereas, I, Louise Kent, or, rather, Agnes
Louise Kent—
“The same girl, as 1 livel” ex¬
claimed Owen.
“The very same; heir, sole heir, to
.$3,000,000 of money, a most magnificent
estate,” chimed in the father.
“I wonder if she’s alive yet,” said
Jean.
“I feel awfully guilty at reading this
book. It just seems I’m doing some
mean, awhile, sneaking Owen,” tiling. Here, you read
said the conscientious
Ethel, laying the book on her brother’s
arm, and throwing herself back, as if
half exhausted.
“We had best find out, if possible, if
this is the true heir. Such an estate, so
valuable and so extensive, ought not to
get into anyone’s hands on a mere pre¬
tense,” remarked Horatio.
Owen reads:
Louise Louise Whereas, I, Louise Kent, or, rather, Ag ues
Kent, Kent, am given to always doing tnoso
things leaving I do most earnestly desire not (o do, and
ever undone those things I desire most
to do, and as I wish to correct—”
“ Here a blank has been left for two
or three pages,” said Owen, turning the
leaves to another date.
Sunday, Jan. R.- How the time has flown
since I last wrote! Ah, me! it seems like ten
years. family. Bometbing dreadful has happened in
our It makes my blood run cold to
“awirafl’S
us all. 13ut when they carried him in. all
ing mangled and bleeding, with his wild eye« «tar
i.t u« with Hucha glaHHyHtarc, Idid pitvhim.
Yen i almost forgave him. And to nee
lotion he brought to her, to see her take his
face in her bands and bend over him, whisper
mg saS “my faL husband ’ as tenderly as though that
.0 with its leers and taunts, had not
s:K.:".,;s£a,sr; i ss , ;?a
stood and looked into that cold, still face I
could only say to myself that those clew, white
^g*™ TSJUld notT^
a tear, even when I saw them bury him away
mrever. I felt only a deep Moss of freedom.
Butmy poor, dear mother;! rauat support her
She ^hod
and shall do all I can for mother. is droop,
„ 1(! an ,j failing everyday. I must do some
I thing love to brighten I All the her love life. Hhe devotion is my aU! How
her and I might
car olc»s, defiant Lwiise Kent is now k wber, *1
most a somber, woman. How circumstances
mange ns. To-day Just I was 20. Twenty! jean
not realize it one year ago to-wght
brother Mark and I rowed up the lake to see
ihcotd town by moonlight. How distinctly I
rctMmher the lonesome screech of the owl, oatkned and
»"’ w cM the sky. “t*^ral As dipfied he looked, silent
tg »i n st we our otn
ly along under s willow, a nightingale, .rtArtled
by our gliding,tx,at. In sang out a breaking. long, wild, wail
ing »ouk. *" lf his art acre Ire
Llona^AtKU Si* mdiSd w’tJwUwlitteU^S unspeSiaWe
ms there.* as on it an hx* of
i>ainand sadnesa. Ah he lift/d me from the
best, lie txmtao Yourhirtlxlaykiaa, tenderly »nd Ixioie kkwed irecaJIttoa my band,
►■ynm. "
f*r »w»y, hnt broOx I «h*lJ Uck to ymi.” iMt* Oh,
my dsriing Lit tie r! did rome dream that y<mr far
you wwld to ..
m ^mth i» fr#m» yon t*pmUi4
trom m to-msht.
Here Owen coughed and curled his
muaUi-he; Jean hiel turned her face
i **“■)’> with her inqmlsive hwi<U Ethel was sobbing, her
and fi/e buned ta
mother’s lap; Mrs. A-dams sighed sym
Ethel-rWm ciX! ZS.2
V’, 01 1118 rfi glasses C St most n SorouS° vigorously,
mutlxHHdifF’
The noble boy! why was it all nis bright
dreams and ours must fie broken in one short
year? Why must he lio like a shattered shaft
tfeffWS»«tJ*»SSfS before the world like si-otless saber. Some
a
times when I think of the dear bnv's death, and
of all his hard fate and mine, I grow bitter
against God, and man, and nature, and every
assoJk'8raj steT
tet ssss,
Thursday, April 1.—Mother be grows frailer.
Soinotimes I pray that sho may mine yet a
little longer. She clings to mo so tenaciously,
Pcol«S liU FvcvvO.i.’.'c" prison-house? toZrJ™ Coua“ ftmc -
even this Rob w,«ea mo
that our apartments in Tans arc awaiting ns. I
think I shall have mother removed before the
warm days come on. I do not know whether I
wa?tK°S women,^ws^p^ve receive her
tomc, but I havo decided to a*
gracefully as possible. Is it miserably selfish
muieto wish that Cousin Rob had novor mar
Tuesday Juno ll.-We are in Paris, ithink
mother has improved. Whom should 1 meet
to-day but dear Prof. Huntington? 1 carno
near making myself foolish, but it was ho like
what face Bccms it hTtetl I mo of some histoiyl lwoncler ton
is. wonder if ho has carried some
secret in his heart until it has turned to stone,
happy father. days of her girlho°d when her proud old
Lord Aully—
Horatio “Autly, Adams, did you starting say, my son?” his asked
from seat
like one half wild. All the group invol
untarily “Lord started to their feet.
“That Autly,” repeated Owen.
Autly, was my grandfather’s name,
father. Autly—yes, had that’s it, my mother’s
Ho seven sons, one married
a peasant’s daughter and grandfather
disinherited him. But I havo beanl
that he was a shrewd fellow and became
nel), enormously rich, m fact he owned
a manor. He must be the one. Read
on, my son, read on.”
Owen continues :
ria^To h ?LTn e . r seXd play at XI"
his favorite game. Then she told me of her
betrothal to young Sir Gregory Kent, the dash
ing English heir, and of her great love for the
nevlTrT never forgave , ;V her, taMc neither o ml 'i did f, ri' he vh rV fan l ( to lyruth recall 'n
it though she lias been to him all these years a
loyal, lowing tender, forbearing wife, never even al
this old lovo a place in her memory,
She told it to me to-day for the first time. Then
she sank hack on her pilimv and closed her
eyes, hand lying her there so pale and silent I put my
on heart to see if it was throbbing. I
firmly ing, believe these years of silence, of wait¬
of enduring, of persistently burying tho
past, havo almost taken the spirit out of its frail
vessel of clay. Prof. Huntington came to see
us with to-day. him again As he left, ho asked me to drive out
to-morrow. If mother is strong
enough time. to be left alone, I may go for a short
I feel I giust bo near her every moment.
Monday. friends. Aug. 5,- Last night wo sat together,
two Kind anil tender the ties that
hind UK. But how widely different our lives !
His 1 knew but briefly. It was a lonely, lost
life. A bitterness and a pain had entered it, a
ure.
the hatefulness of many and soothes those
about him with toe winsome winuing of his
spirit. Why can I not love this man who has
told me so passionately of his long, patient
ideals waiting of for manliness my love? and He fulfills mv highest
manhood. Why is
there no answering note to this pleading cry ?
Has my heart become granite that it is so icy
still; so shut away and barred from human
love? We sat alone all alone as tlie darkness
of the night settled down over Paris. It was
that time of oppressive silence after one lias
been asked a question one dares not answer
with loyalty to truth. Tho muteness seeming
fittest, Street wo sat in silence. Down in the busy
below us we watched together the pass
mg panorama, home hoys played hide-and
seek among the frees and boxes; two lovers
passed harden slowly of by plodded ; an old home man bent from under his hard las
day’s years to-morrow’s bread;
work with two sober,
thoughtful business men met, stepped, settled
CsTd passed o y n W e°^teTi own way""
carriage drove slowly up just across the wav,
and a short, white coffin was brought out and
the stowed spectral away as though it mother’sMead already contained
form of some baby ;
a wood sawyer with his wife and dirty children
came out or an alluy and Htole noi«cl#’HHlv down
a narrow Btrcot Homo guardH in uniform came
tramping at the yhjmts down the tticii-Uaptain. at root with nieaHiircd tread
of On, on, they
self a mystery still. We had noted all uncon
sciously almost. His eyes met mine. We were
asking of each other tho same question. He
arose quickly, saying, “It grows late, I will see
y0 word. SZrZ°%V My dear mother ISM'S* ban been write attacked but. by
an epidemic fever. I greatly fear for her. ^
must be btrong to meet anything. Prof,
Huntington i&ssF-iefsr&ti iB untiring in hiH attentionB.
I am almost beside myself. It is only because
of tlie constant watching andcare. I'll lie bet
ter to-morrow. It is one year to-night since I
™te first in this little lx,ok Oh life ! Prof,
tsrtzjsjsrjs&^jai
Owen Adams tamed the book into his
his mother’s lap, the and strain passed of his steady hand over
eyes, tor reading
made thempainful. Jean remarked, . less lan
“Blegant!
guidly than was her usual wont. “Tliat’s
"V*?™*™* published. ««,. Let’s have it
Jean Adams, how could you! re
proaclifully Husband, answered I Ethel. Ix.st arlver
•.pWl-S.Ll* “ think you’d
.“lea, and yes, pacing answered back Horatio and forth Adams, with
rising his hands him,
behind “ Yes, I'll attend
to that to-morrow. Too valuable an
estate to lie lost to its owner. If the
?i gi r ] is dc.vl as rnav /, Vie possible, ‘Tv then I
think • half the Butleys sohloquizingly. n fall Jomt • hmrs What s v. Yes, the *
yes, last Why, let
date? Oct. 6? me see,
that’s sometliing ewer three months.”
“Owen, we must see to this matter to
morrow.”
Owen gives another picture prolonged whistle, in
and asks Jean for the set gar
p.-te, Muiux-r is siinotUiMd. Louise
Kent is discussed The b,x,k is udver
‘- tumtly, d , 8 « ,d - 11 wait patiently, 1^, f or impa
hh th« uai+fi rosy # >r wittin r«?
sponw,
And v., dear reader, must we. -
-
Bother* has recently successfully no
hsnds dergone two painful operations at the
latestKx^uuU of surgtxms in I/mdon, and at
was unprovtug w. htaiUi,
WAIFS AND WHIMS.
Something toT^zed at-aouff.
husWn d Mile “green
f fruit,” because she , never agrees with
meu oro 80 awk "' a >' d ™ th b *' la
1 lnl tlH ''’ uannot work a corkscrew quite
hitntlily.
It is better to give than to receive.
“^diemo. “»*** .........
They sav Chicago girls never find it
hard to elope. They make rone ladders
of their shoe-strings.
t.™ «, «, w. w
sis Satof “ l "'..........
M viiNNiE hanks, u oi , y nt. . J: alii, ... kissctl nor
lover 614 times without stopping. Mm
it, anyhow.
,“ Stkive to n,ak « a good impression
wherever you go, Bind Jones, as lio
pulled his foot out of the miul.
When a man and a woman are made
the question “ which one?” is ft
bothersome one until it is settled, as it
soon is.
It is about as difficult to convince a
burglar afraid of Uiftt him, the owner to convince of the the house house- is
as
holder that tho burglar is afraid of him.
The ancrel 8 of midnirdit__th« loor h~ woman
who opens the steeet for
band when he is trying to unlock the
i hell-knob, and then lets him sleep oil tho
hall-floor
duty This of patience and long suffering,
sort of pours oil on the troubled
waters in advance.
There is to be a club of circus men.
There will be no chairs in the club, lioth
ing but trapezes. When theydine every- will
body be will stand on his head. There
into no stairways. club The members will get
tho by climbing the waterspout
and coming down through the chimneys,
A religious tract, called “Put Not
Your Trust in Princes," was thrown into
the saloon of a simple old Cor¬
man. He read tho title, and solilo
quized: “Veil, I dou’d put some drust
in Brinces. Dey must pay der cash in
dis shop cliust der same as a vite mans.’*
It ** ^mistake in mothersto take
80 m 'ieh pains teaching their children to
speak. What a world of trouble it takes
to make some babies talk, and what a
world of trouble they make with their
eveilastmg .......■ talking 1
,. after ,, , having once
learned liow to do it.— Bouton Trans
cript.
Hk softly kissail Ills slcvninp wife.
Thou with a lingoriug look
Of found affection straightway wont
And kissed her pretty cook.
Alas for him, tho gentle wife
He thought indtep, was not,
And for her took and hubby, too,
She made It mighty hot.
—Seymour Time*.
An up-town landlord writes his own
bill of fare, thereby saving tlie eost, of
printing. befe, It frkto announces: “Coffey, supe,
"*to lmni.n, boyled and bakt
pertaters, fndecould pudden, minspyes,
matting and crucified chops, vcele culverts, hiiseh
' chickens”- ’ Kinaslon
, ,
tlemeil “Good Morning,” remarked two gen
as they stepped up to tho bar.
“Mornin’, gentlemen, what’ll it be?”
, 1H keil l| tlio ie bar liar Keeper. keener “Well Well, I I’ll 11 fok„ take a ,,
Han-cocktail,” stud one. “Give me
ci-Gar-field,” they said the other, and then
both laughed and said it was a very
good joke. Albany Journal.
Ihat it pays to look under the bed , Ire
fore you retire, if you are a woman, re
ccived fresh evidence in Watertown re
ncntlv S I A voting ladv 3 there L took a Decn
w r™W r-warded with a view n of a man s
boots , , . Hhe immediately called horfftther
who promptly responded with a gun and
club, and catching hold of the rascal’s
’,i„„„i brought liis own boots fo tin-lit
Hi 11,14 u daughte r, r i bad , 1 worn *i them on a berry
expedition and had thrown them there
“‘fjt f, 1 )e J ,vkk g “ K ,rl nuf lofit f"’*\ Wld i , " r
gallant lover had a pocketbook made of
n piece of tanned skin from tlie ampu
tated member The Hyraeuso Standard
mlrrl.i says: “If she had been a Utica girl she
imv/i Imd Ln/1 « a trunk coverul- Jiach
CLOr Jt Heems to uk that a
pocketbook made out of the Hkiij of a
sSiSizxz frilerX? mX itT i!L
6.,,,. ear , f 11 • T| .r 18,00
m,,e ' 1 building material , actually ,, , thrown
away. ~~ reck s Sun.
a ai man r „ P ^mS named ,r Wm Wm, 11 1. i n, ^toV Htem loaded jl !teV 1 ^ hi«
gnn uim set out to kill a neighbor, aginimt
whom he entertained feelings of the
greatest *ar*sj animosity, mid ten cents for
* 1 gwy ® h ,,r ry anu iMlstln
. ,,
incident to tlie publication of a great
ere.epin, family newspaper, ami errors are bound to
Mr. Stein somehow got his
a jam !t,T i?
year than ever before. —Peek's Sun.
-
Practicing Economy.
“Would I7ft“gar?’toLe^“Of you mind standinc? here till
j cmr^c
^Thi^ no, "she renlicxl Poking ‘Mm don’t S
ticing fensive, and that it will lie easier prac- is
oconomv after marriage K if it
Lu prwticd during courtship 2’t ?” " You’re
" anv
b lo love at him as they resumed their
BtroH ' j iwt they‘came j^said to an ice
,. r “.^t’to „ a | oor aml vo^to' • “There ream’
?„*’ L vrm^v freat if iTt ice HrLdhs, .
but ’ m J‘ IU Hl ‘. v > 11 >» m best to to^ practice
economy for during courtship. Ten cents
qq m.ts for two ice-creams
.40 ,’£to cents savetl in a sinHe night fXa J.ct’a
I „ 0 the fountain and ^,, ilrink "1
” TI.ev we, t t
| | m . J., 1 1 ,.,, * 1 ',,,. In u.i ir
i , h () u |ney Adams on Vanity. }.
I I hey I .... I hunk , tnxl , I .
say am vain,
, “m so. Vanity is "iiSh the cordial drop NlXu/ which
H ' Th C 8 ^ \
who wrote to . , her uncle the Bishop, .. , to t
inquire whether the text, All in vanity
atirl vfjxatioii of Hinrit. wmm not bmlly
! translated. Hhe thought it spirit.’ ought
to be, ‘All is vumty or vexation of
Hhe implied that wlmf was not
was sure to tm vexation, and there I am
with hw,"
NUMBER 31.
One of Tom Ochiltree's Jokes.
i“of“SoTfofalri
mining camps remind mo of a rtnTvos- good
storv which n miitlsman from
bore, Maj. told
Tom Ochiltree, of Texas. I don't
I mean have to apply it to Silver Cliff, though
not failed to discover traces of
feg ,las b ? Ate.- on “ Washington 'Wi* often since
the reconstruction o! the South knows
Now Ochiltree, and good lie soldier, is not a stranger
in York. A 1 believe,
„!”.ta r'L'i
pointed him United States Marshal for
Texas when that office was worth a crood
deal more money than it is now The
Major’s father was one of the most
eminent jurists in Texas, before tho war,
and had ft good deal of trouble with his
mischief. non* who, though not bad, was full of
At length, when Tom approached
young manhood, tho old Judge deter
mined to sober him by study, and so
took him into his own law office, where
he kept him pretty closely at his books
tor about three years. Tom was a good
scholar, made satisfactory progress, and
' vas finally admitted to tho bar and
taken into partnership by his father, A
few months after this, tho Judge, as he
was fitaiting for Dallas one morning to
attend a long session of the court, looked
bought it was about time to have a
ono - ‘ and - lo “- be sab 1
7 0U a * tend , to l( - ^ a .K ood
havo the namo of tho firm painted
it.”
The old gentleman went to Dallas
was gone several days. Returning,
when became in sight of tho little
office, riding lie thought it looked stretching strange, and
nearer ho found
across the building, an immense sign
board, letters: on which was painted in huge
“ T. P. Ochiltree and Father,
Counsellors and Attorneys at Law.”
Tom was at his desk deeply absorbed
in working up a case, and never could
understand why tho old man should
have caused that sign to bo taken down.
—Colorado Letter to N<y York Tribune.
A Museum Gathered from a Ser.er.
The large area drained into the Tiber
creek sewer causes a great quantity of
level gravel and sand to accumulate in the
section of that conduit, between
Indiana avenue and the James Creek
canal. This section requires to be
cleaned out every year, and many hun¬
dreds of cart-loads of sand and gravel is
removed therefrom, whicn is used for
wtluri living. 11,18 Ill Mr. the Lamer office has building,
' of things .vaol, tins debris, a mu
®° u m taken from
rh 1 . ch , he lias been add from
!' V mg
V™. This i»
o d ( niioKity shop id its way.
there are no glass cases nor gild
Pl1 caskets for their arrangement, but
the most part they n>e tacked up on
’ Joard Partition, where they car.
> ike< at, no one curing to handle
“'f m - Among the rusty and corroded
things tho Sun reporter noticed a sIlOC
rn;i | ‘ 4( . r - H m , ’ lllll screw holts „li? gas fixt
’ ' val8l '‘ 1,| h buckles, spools, skate, A»l»
• ,,d, BterH doll-lmby
ff oad8 1 , ’ ” metalll f°"?> c and c nun%rai “ > toys tor
*
children, , smoking-pipes, , . door-knobs, a
clasp arid port, of buckskin purse, metal
j io ma t, ; li-box, ’ milk-strainer, jewsharp,
Kamihg-olieeliH, asUver „ u itvnWl,irr,fdn thimble, oil ou-eans,
paint-brushes, tour-brushes, a parlor skate,
j v,j gutta-percha nipples
ia <!8 ' nursing-bottles, eye-glasses,
U || VH . H crew-drivnr ’ child’s \ K rnitta’ ut,a :l Mr
< ha rattle, part, of a mouth liarmonicon,
pocket and table knives, tea and table
H p 00nf , horseshoes, brass wheels of
Htove-cnstings, fl u>y steam-engine, rams’ iron rings, skull
sets of horns,
frame, of dogs and sheep, a looking-glass kettle,
a nut-cracker, a copper silver
stove-grates saw,’cake-plate, gimlet, German
wa tcb, scarf-pin, gun
cartridges aim and a a emm child’s b hkiuj. skull
On a shelf i h arranged ft quantity
chunkfl of iron-Bcrupn, gravel, and Hand,
a jj cemented together in
?— P, 1 ‘- C<;S W ?H im t lie wl,< : r0 thcH ®
things settle owing . to their weight, l , and
during large heavy freshets are down forced out this in
chunks anil washed to
leve \
posed mostly of iron nails and iron
horseshoe, scraps, among which, now and then, is a
old large ft gun-lock, liair-pins, keys, screws, an
copper cent, hoop
* -
—-
1’ossesslve My or Mine.
A , , U , >' h ° v i
,,
1 111 w converse, mow tne little
pfissesmve P[°'} <inn f,,,?®. 0 ,?
thatlt .
abused, lady logins recently to worr^l said me Fiu
example, a to me : “I
kxiked my door and went to my butcher
to order UmnI my /found provisions. When I id re
turned my stove cold
my fire out, and that was lucky, too,
my kettle was neurly empty, and it would
have been ruinedif uiyllre had been
going SmV l: I expected T’E&dT, mv husband 1 every
again 'mutely, and prepare my dinner. Untort
my butcher had forgotten
bring my tripe, so I gave him a piece of
my mind Jil and L sent ' him back for mv X
ti’H»e • ” on
» ’
Now I . urn not a communist, blit . I .
would lather drop “my” altogether
than to apply Laud it toi-keUle equally to husband,
butcher ’ tri 1
rb f S,i . "h'
.... ', 1 / ? T ’i ‘LT .
1 "t 1',
i„,|| w w tula g. i he mule Ins. is inoffeu- fr..,.
sive, not poiffid being provided therefore with when tins
weapon or tube ;
Ctol ty \ U«ft its,.)? .1
mediatel a , y forces • upm # hat . . » hoy » s
mindas I. a anxiously awaits the resit s.
] i« I m* boo or *ioi IuIh* bi?© ? Hint * the
question."— Kmc oh Strauss.
And now a physician «ays that long
walk* before breakfast bring on dys*
pepsm,
HjMinroilk gutoaiu*.
a wehut rirxR, pcbushed at
V/atk-nsville, Oconee Co., Georgia.
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JOTTINGS AND CLIPPINGS. •
Mark Twain fathers three books and
five children.
Every person in America writes an av
“I was
well, wanted to be better, took physic,
and hero I am. ”
Li^e is full of bitter lessons the simp
forty meu laugh.
This Prince of Wales’ life is insured
f or $200,000. His annual premium on
this sum is $4 &?*.'»* 000
*«*■ •* "«• a™*-. h...
a» *>».«» and m ado ft million. ■«* ■»
her Qveen Victoria is old-faelnonea in
speech and calls a night-gown by its
right name. No embroidery for her.
Iris estimated that more than 200,000
deadheads are annually passed over the
railroad lines of the United States,
he most popular woman in Germany
is said to be the Grown Princess of Pnis
sin, the Queen of England s eldest
daughter.
A Han Francisco servant girl made
$10,000 in stocks and in one afternoon
purchased 003 different articles at a dol
Jar store.
Chicago has had sixty brass bands
playing there at one time; but St. Louis
folks havo been suffering from hog
cholera, so the cities are ovon.
James Gordon Bennett is 42 years
old and not likely to take a wife though
at least ton New York belles have in
turn sighed tor him.
When a man finds a fly in his coffee at
a Leadville hotel his safest way is to write
n postal to tlie landlord after leaving
town. A complaint on the spot would
lead to his being shot at.
Bates College in Maine, had $100,
000 left to it on condition that an addi¬
tional $100,000 would he raised. The
additional Bates loses was not original forthcoming, bequest. and now
the
The mau who lands in Leadville with¬
out money will find a hundred people
perfectly through willing ho to will assist discover him. that When he
they get
is three miles beyond the corporation
limits.
The story that a St. Louis girl step¬
ped on a shark at Atlantic sand City and
buried him two feet in the origin¬
ated in Chicago, where tho weight of two
girls will break down a street oar plat¬
form.
Olive Logan says that the first duty
of a girl ou finding cultivate herself ugly-looking
and ungainly is to such a sweet
temper that some, one will he certain to
marry her. Olive forgets that we buy
eggs on sight.
A Troy street-car conductor refused to
stop his car and let the, passeugors wit¬
ness a dog-fight, and where is that car
conductor tho rights to-day? of No the man public can with trample
(ill lm
pumty.
The Prince of Wales’ two sons are
somewhat lively While ou a sea voyage,
roceutly, the younger was heard to ex¬
claim, “Como, bub, tune up your fid¬ old
dle and give us ‘God save your
Grandmother ’
George W. Childs is going to build
a house costing $175,000 That is, he is
going to get into a place because where he he can't
take an hour’s comfort, can’t
put his feet upon the window-sills or
mantles.
A Boston correspondent used says Joaqiun His
Miller looks turner than he to.
hair no longer spreads over liis coat col¬
lar; and his costume is quieter than it
used to be. But lie lias tho gloomy,
dreamy aspect of old, and he is one who
can not pass unnoticed along the busy
streets.
The American colony in Paris is
smaller than ut ifliy previous time in
twenty years. It costs twice as much
now to live in Paris us in America in the
same Paris in stylo. America. Formerly There it is nothing cost double
now
cheap in France except apparel, and
only parts of that.
New Zealand, whose first railroad
was built twelvo years ago, has now over
1,100 miles in successful operation. All
the roada are three feet six inch gauge,
They are fill owned »**•c*—™» and operated by the
«—»*• -
^towter of Of railways public works, tor each withacommis- island, who
sioner
has a general and traffic manager under
him
WH« the London tailor confine, him
B< df to his legitimate sphere, theinanu
picture of ladies’ riding habits, he is un
excelled but when lie rashly ventures to
make ^aments for liis own sex his in
**.
the beat cloth in tho world and makes it
into a coat that wrinkles in the arm-pits
and ninelies the waist Taker True Baveenld in liis in
SaS, anh.'SSi.S'SSl he
Recent Points in Etiquette.
. Hay “good morning” or “goodeven- the
to the hostess, on leaving
T out ‘T >n : the best T society 8 ’ ’ll ^ ^
ehiike^hands 88al ^
tofy° . u , to Rhake hands all all round, round
Do not Iki in haste to get down to dm
stars'fa nor w,tbout waiting for ™l,S£ a tardy guest.
ma alld /1 ^ d , gt awl , around on your and feel hands for
ne 9f al „ J 01 '’
* loHt (:<jl i; ‘ r button yourself sometime,
Ul ’" n u, . trod, a t lun b) a ?'T e a<ly i
immediately . 1 1 ask l her age and the siae • erf
her shoes. Ihis will put r you J on an easy J
?n H , nT‘reouires
In society, v a a note requires as as prompt prompt
an answer as a spoken question. And in
the bank it requires a great deal prompt
crone.
Uo not thank any one who waits on
•J. ou 8t tabl( ’’ L ,KJ k wau and hungry as
though . you wanted ( . more,
To tilt buck m your chair and drum
idly on your head with your fork is con
^
What a rare Rift m that of , manners !
How difficult to define, how much more
difficult to impart I Belter for a man to
possess them than wealth, beauty, or
talent; r-Jiu(uier-lgtto». they will more than Mpply all,