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    VOL. XV.
i! » I* ! TORY OF
FiiUNCiS CLUD3E.
Ey STANLEY JMVEYMAN.
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!UVy is <i• *G r *r* of Kouiniui. I - ranc’S
n„,kU is living with 'it’s i nch’, Hr
iptliony. ami his cousin Fctronilla, Sir
daughter. Gardiner, bUh
o# «f Winchester, pa.vs a visit to Sir
nimby, and being a Catholic is dis
nkeiI bv Fraud*, who is at heart a
mot^int. CHAPTER JL-Gardi
ncr tells Francis who his father is, that
|lt! j. a traitor and informer, and offers
to make ih« young man’s fortune if Ire
will enter his service as a spy. Francis
asks for time to reply and rims away,
ioFnilthy to curve out his own fortune.
HI.—lie is overtaken bv Clarence, an
agent. ->f Gardiner, against whom he in¬
cites the mob by toiling them lire man
js a press gang leader, and escapes o"
Clarence's home and wit!) his dispatches
lV.-fianeis goes to an inn at. St. Al¬
bans, and showing t> e di-patches is
thought to be a queen’s rentier. Cla¬
rence arrive 0 , and lie e°cipss with the
aid of a waiting maid. V, and VI.— He
nadirs London and renders aid to t wo
women. He and the women escape in
boat, are attacked, and Francis is stun
uecl. V)X.~-They are re-cit'd and put
in board a vessel bound for Holland.
Oneofthe women proves to be the Ouch
essof Snffflk, who lias married a man
named Bcriie. The other is a kinswo¬
man iiatnod Anne Brandon. Bertie i
on beard ion. Being i\ otegtants, t,h^'
were tleeing from England. Franc"
tells them his name is Carey. VI11 —
They ascend the river Rhine in a boat
turn ’ reach the house of a friend named
l.incl-t'om. !X, X and XI.—0 arty
sans Dyinphna, I.anristrOm'sdaughter
Iroin tun violence of a soldier and kills
the man. They decile to bury 'he
Spaniard, but Carey sees a ghost 'flan
Tree, Dymphna’o lover, warns them fi-e.
that, they are discovered, Emmerich and they bv
XII.—They reach boat.
the Dutchman’s party go to Sautpn,
while Carey, Bertie and the two women
start for W esel on hors hack. Xflf.—
They are delayed by floods, and the
8p niards, led hr Clarence, come up
with thorn. Carey disperses them. 'The
rivets berng flooded, they turn toward
Sauton. Bertie liy mistake kills one ol
the town guard. XIV.—They reach
Sauton, but are, besieged ill the gate
house by ihe townsfolk, Inriou- at the
death of a eii.izkn. Lin' lstroin appea rs
a r d gains release for the party, provi¬
ded the man who struck the fatal blow
he given up. To save Bertie, who is
hun, Carey surrenders.
CHAPTKH XV.
Iliad nob scon tlio first moonbeams pierce
the broken casement of the tower room,
but I was there to watch tire last tiny
patch of silver glide aslant from wall to
till and sill to frame and so pass •out,.
Near the fire, which bad been made up
»:id now glowed and crackled bravely on
flic hearthstone at my elbow, my three
jailorsjiad this set a mattress fur me, and on
I sat, my back to tlio wall and my
faco to tho window. Tho ’guards lounged
on the other side of tlio hearth round a
lantern, playing dice and drinking. They
were rough, hard men, whoso features, as
they loaned over the table and tlio light
played strongly on their faces, blazoning
them against a wall of shadow, were stern
and rugged enough. But they had not
shown themselves unkindly. They had
given mo a share of their wino and had
pointed to tlio window and shrugged their
shoulders, as much as to say that it was
my own fault if X suffered from tire draft.
Hay, from time to time one of them would
turn from liis game and look at me, in
pity, I think, and utter a curse that was
meant for encouragement.
Even when the first excitement had
passed away I felt none of theptupcfaction
which I havo heard that men feel in such
a position. My brain was painfully active.
Xn vain X longed to sleep, if it were only
that I might not bethought to fear death,
lint tho fact that I was to bo tried first,
though the sentence was a certainty, dis¬
tracted and troubled me. My. thoughts
pscca from tiling to thing, now dwelling
oil the duchess and her husband, now Hit¬
ting to Pctronilla and Sir Anthony, to tho
old place at home and the servants, to
strange, petty things, long familiar—a
tree in the chase at Coton, a herb X had
throat, and I had to turn l,,m awayto P «*«.V hide the ” ,y
hot tears that would rise at the thought
that I must die iu this mean German
town, in this unknown corner, and be
buried and forgotten! And once, too, to
torment mo there rose a doubt in my mind
whether Master Bertie would recover,
whether indeed I had not thrown my lifo
away for nothing. But it was too late to
think of that, and tire doubt,cwhioh the
evil one wiitJ^dawIv himself must have suggested, so
terrible Quickly
My thoughts raoed but the about“lO, night
erewled \Ve bad surrendered
and the magistrates less pitiful than the
jailers, had forbidden my friends to stay
with mo. An hour or more after midnight
two of the men lay down and the other
sat hummiire roso'to'yavmaiid'Etretch a drinking son" or at inter
rais himself and
look out of the window From timo to
time tho cry of the watchman going ids
founds c;<nre drearily to my cars, recalling
to mo the night I had snent behind the
hoarding in Mooreate street, whon the ad
Venture which was houri-h“d to end tomorrow—
»av. today, in a few lured me
away. Today’ Was I to die todav? To
perish, with all mv dans, hones love? ft
seemed •low, impossible’ As I gazed at the win
whoso she n« he Iran into Drill ted on
lav in’rph!mi Mv «n,l
to rose /run nflS tal tlio ncr
spi»ation **°°^ ! P ? b ' and I Ind T-rfiin to
c'asnm, 1 1 1
* ,ava ottered—a erv not of fear, but of
Hid remonstrance and revolt.
I was f rri .,,1 .sp fi ri t streaks of
fiassa. hen. th? fir.it r ock crewing,,
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CONYERS, GA„ SATURDAY, JUNE 29, 1895.
tiim, • iow i.uiju.es "brier, flAo vTaedr or
men in tho street and on tho stairs, Tho
sounds of day itvSl life acted magically
upon mo. , Tho horror of tho night passed
off as does too horror of a dream. When
a mail, heavily cloaked and with his head
covered, came in, the door being shut l o
hind him by another hand, I looked up at
him brave]/. The worst was past.
li t replied by looking down at mo for a
few momenta without disetusing himself,
the collar of liiscloak being raised so high
that I could see nothing of his features.
-My first notion that ho must he Master
l.indstrom passed away, and, displeased
by his silent scrutiny and thinking him a
stranger, I said sharply, ' I hope you are
satisfied, sir.”
"Satisfied?” ho replied in a voice which
made me start so that tho irons clanked
on my feet. "Well, I think I should be—
seeing you so, my friend!”
It was Clarence! Of all men, Clarence!
I knew his voice, and he, seeing himself
recognized, lowered his cloak. I stared at
him in stupefied silence, and he at mo in
a grim curiosity. I was not prepared for
tho blunt abruptness with which he con¬
tinued, using almost tho very words ho
had used whon faco to lace with mo in tho
flood, "Now tell mu who you are, and
what brought you into this company?’
1 gave him no answer. I still stared at
him in silence.
"Como,” he continued, his hawk’s eyes
bent on my face, "make a clean breast of
it, and perhaps—who knows?—I may help
you yet, Jnd. You have puzzled and foiled
me, and I want to understand you. Where
did my lady pick you up just when she
wanted you? I hud arranged for every
checker on tho board except you. Who
are you?”
This time I did answer him—by atjues
tion. "How many times have we met?”
I asked.
"Throe,” iio said readily, ‘‘mid tho last
timo you nearly rid tho world of me.
Now tho luck is against you. It generally
is in tho end against those who thwart
mo, my friend.” He chuckled at the con¬
ceit, and I read in his faeo at once his
Jovo of intrigue and his vanity. "I como
uppermost, as always.”
I only nodded.
“What do you want?” I asked. I felt a
certain expectation: Ho wantod some¬
thing.
"First to know who you are."
“I shall not toil you!” 1 answered.
Ho smiled dryly, sitting opposite to nio.
He had drawn up a stool and mado him¬
self comfortable. Ho was not an uncome¬
ly man as ho sat there playing with his
dagger, a dubious smilo on his lean, dark
face. Unwarned, I might have been at
traded by the masterful audacity, the in¬
tellect as well as tho force which I saw
stamped e:i his features. Being warned,
I read cunning in his hold eyes and cruel¬
ty in the curl of his lip. “What do you
want next?” I asked.
“I want to savo your lifo,” ho replied
lightly.
At that I started. I could not help it.
"Hal ba!” lio laughed. "I thought tlio
stoicism did not go quite down to tho bot¬
tom, my lad,. But, there, it is t.ruo
enough, I have como to help you. I have
.conic to snvo-yikto-lrfe \£Xri -'to if you will let mo. ,,
1 strove In keep entire mastery
ovor myself. Tho. feelings to which Ire ap
pealed wore too sfcWSig for mo. My voice
sounded strange, even in my own oars, 11 s
1 said hoarsely:- “It 13 impossible! What
can you do?” •
“What can I do?” he answered, with a
storn smilo. “Much! I luivo, boy, a
dozen strings in my hands <iud a neck,
lifo at tho end of each!”
Ho raised his hand, and extending the
fingers moved them, to and fro.
"Sco! see! A' life, a death!” ho ex
claimed. "And for you I can and will
save your life—on-one condition.’!
“On 0110 condition?” I murmured.
“Aye,,on one condition, but it i*«. very
easy one. I will save your life oil my
part, and you on yours must givo me a
little assistance, Do you sec? Then we
shall bo quits.” I said dully. 1
i "I do not understand,”
did not. His words had set my heart flut¬
tering so that I could for the moment take
in only ono idea—that here was a now
hope of lifo
“It is very simple,” he resumed, speak
iire slowly. “Certain plans of mi no re¬
quire that convoyed X should back get to your Kngland. friend But tire
duchess succeeded before
for yon X should havo
tiiis. In what you have hindered mo you
can now help me. You have their confi¬
dence and great Influence with them. All
I ask is that you will use that influence so
that they may bo at a certain placo at a
certain hour. I will contrive the rest. It
shall never be known, X promise you, that
you”—
“Betrayed them, be
“Well, gave me some information,”
said lightly, puffing away my p ira,e.
“No; betrayed them!” I persisted,
f„g j( . so if you p i aase ,” he replied,
Bhrl in? hi3 sfiouiders and raising bis
° y f,vnn -Whet is in a word?”
aretbc ♦eniistor himself Ithink!”
, , , i-itter rrec—for it was bitter_
fed that newborn hope
dio out . " U "nr ut vnu you como como to to me mo in in vain am I
.U'inl „
Sof !j softIj sn ftuw 1 ^ i, 0 answered answered, with wnn
’
caIraneS; “
Yet I saw a little , pn so heating in h.s
cheek that seemed to. te;l of some emotion
kept in subjection. be said.
'' Is fn " httns Y°» at Crst ’
“But listen. Vou will do themBO barm
and yourself good. I shall get them any
' va L both the ouchess and licr husband,
though, without your aid, it will be more
difficult W1 ^ev nevei
cvcr y y i-eea ne\cr know k o it .
Even now til( rc ls ur '° o{ ' vbom ^ ou mtie
dream who has , '—
’ fellencc. I cried fiercely. _ I ea.o not.
I^efyyou!”
X could think of only ono tiling. 1 was
wild with rage and disappointment. H.s
words had aggravated the pain ol every
regret, every clingU|jJO ^NSbund lifeA -elf.
"Go!” I cried. leave me, you
villain!”
"If I do icavo you, ” be said, fixing
Dr| WC, “it will be, my friend—to
death-” answered wildly ,
vJSZr “Then -so bo it!” I
" Your JiOfi»C! x.remaak dnipp-dfrma
^ ho
Ida seat. A darker scowl changed anti uis
flgufbd his brow as he lost hope of gam-
fi Eil
o
V -H
fa
& *■
“I can and will sore your life—on one
condition.”
ing me. “Your honor? Where will it ho
by tonight?” ho hissed, hi., eyes glowering
down at me. “Where n week hence, when
you will bo cast into a pit and forgotten?
Your honor, fool? What is the honor of a
dead man? Fail! But die, then, if you
will have it col Dio, liko tho brainless
brute you arc, and rot and be forgotten!”
ho concluded passionately.
They were terrible words, more terrilflo
I know now than either bo or I understood
then. They so shook me that when ho
was gono I crouched, trembling, on my
pallet, hiding my face in a lit of horror,
taking no heed of my jailers or of appear¬
ances. “Die and be forgotten! Dio and
be forgotten!” The doom rang in my ears
Something which seemed to me angelio
roused mo from this misery. It was tin)
sound of a kindly, familiar voice speaking
English. I looked up and found tiio
Dutchman bending over me with a face of
infinite distress. With him, but rather
behind him, stood Van Tree, palo and
vicious eyed, tugging ids scanty beard and
gazing about him like a dog seeking
some oco to fasten upon. “Poor lad! Poor
lad!” tho old man said, bis voice shaking
as lie looked at me. I sprang to my feet,
tho irons rattling as I dashed my hand
across my eyes. “It is all right!” I said
hurriedly. "I had a—but never mind
that. It was liko a dream. Only tell tho
duchess to look to herself,” I continued,
still rather vehemently. “Clamnco ishere.
Ho is in Santcn. I have seen him.”
“Y'ou have seen him?” both the Dutch¬
men cried at onco.
“Aye, ” I said, with a laugh that was
three parts hysterical—indeed I was still
tingling all over with excitement. “Ho
has been here to oiler mo my life if I
would help him in his schemes. I told
him ho was the tempter and defied him,
and lie—lie said I should die and bo for¬
gotten!” I added trembling, yet laughing
wildly at tho samo time.
"I think lie is tho tempter!” said Master
Lindstrom solemnly, his faco very grim,
"and therefore n liar and tho father of
lies! You may die, lad, today—perhaps
you must—but forgotten you shall not bo
wliiio wo live, or one of us lives, or olio of
tho children who shall como after us. Ho
is a liar!”
I got my hands, with n struggle, from
tho old inniv>;mi_ turning my back upon
him went-and limited out of tlio window.
Tho sun was rising. The tower of tlio
groat miiiatec, Boon now for the first timo,
rose in stately brightness abovo tho red
roofs and quirtac- gables and tlio rows of
dormer wiiidrtws. Dawn in the streets tho
grayni'ss and'.chill yet lingered, but abovo
was a vorjfljglory of light and warmth and
color—-tire rising of the May sun. When
I turned round, I was myself again. Tlio
calm beauty of that sight bad stolen into
lujbsoul. "Is it time?" I said cheerfully.
For tjho crowd was gathering below, and
t-lrero wore voices and feet on the stairs.
“I think it is," Master Lindstrom an¬
swered. "We, havo obtained leuvo to go
With you. You treed fear no violence in
tho streets, for t!io man who was hurt is
still alive and may recover. I havo been
Wi'th tire magistrates this morning,” ho
continued, “and found them better dis
posed to yon, but the subdean has joint
jurisdiction with them, ns the deputy of
tho bishop of Arras, who is dean of tho
minster, and he is, for sojno reason, very
bitter against you."
“Tire bishop of Arras? Granville, do you
mean?” I asked. I know tire name of the
emperor’s shrewd and powerful minister,
by whose advice tho Netherlands were at
this time ruled.
“Tire samo. He, of course, is not here,
but bis deputy is. Were it not for him—
But, there, it is no good talking of that!”
the Dutchman said, breaking oil* and rub
bing bis head in his chagrin.
One of tho guards who had spent the
night with me brought mo at this mo
U'.enfc a bowl of broth with apiece of bread
in it. I could not oat the bread, but I
drank the broth and felt tho better for it.
Having in iny pocket a little money, with
Which the duchess had furnished me, I
put a silver piece in tho bowl and handed
It back to him. The man seemed aston¬
ished and muttered, something in German
as lie turned away.
"What did he say?” I asked the Dutch
,Ilan -
"Oh, nothing, . nothing, . he answered.
“ But what was it? It was something,
, I I persisted, seeing him cod fused.
“Ho-well, bo said Ire would have a
mass said for you!” Lindstrom answered
degpair . -it will do no harm.”
“No; ’ why should it?” I replied mechan
|caJ]y Mas
Wo were in the street by this time,
ter Lindstrom and Van Tree walking bo
s ;.j 0 , n e in the middle of a score of sol
dlergt who gfcemed to my eyes fantastically
drcss ,,q I remarked, as we passed out, a
ta j[ man clothed in red and black, who
wag sta , n ,q ng by the door as if waiting to
fal1 in ^ hlud »° ca rricd «* hi ?
ghouldcr a lon^ broad , olaaod , , sword, and
I guessed who he was, sceiug how Master
Lindstrom strove to intercept my^view of
^irn. But I was not afraid of that. I had
heard long ago—perhaps six months in
time, but it seemed long ago—how I;rave
lyQnccn ., ane had died. And if a girl had
notl trembled surely a man should r.ot. flo
X locked steadfastly at him and took great
couragCi OIM j after that was aide to gaze
calmly on tho people, who pressed to stare
at me, pooping overtire soldiers’ shoulders
^ clustering in every doorway and win
dow to seo mo go past, They were all id
fi-nt, and it even seemed to me that some
»» ,» b„. M. W ■»..»
pltIC U me. ht
1 “Z O ?
jxgv^.ax h c. LSI! oui
explains,X iru;~ ttt r,a.7 triumvir.? ~scrp
i'.cr in ignorance u£ tho hour fixed for tho
proceeding!). Her husband was better, lio
said, and conscious; but, for fear of oxcit
i:: q him, they were keeping the news from
him also. I remember I felt for a moment
very sore at. this, nml then I tried to per¬
suade myself that it was right.
’i i i o disluneo through tho streets was
short, ami almost before I was aware of It I
was ia! ho courthouse, tho guard had fallen
buck, and I was standing before three per¬
sons who Were seated behind a long table.
Two of them were grave, portly men
wearing flat black caps and fearlet robes,
with gold chains about their necks. Tho
third, dressed as an ecclesiastic, wore a
huge gem ring upon bis thumb. Behind
them stood three attendants holding a
sword, a corsier and a ducal cap upon u
cushion, and above and behind all was a
lufty stained window, whose rich hues,
tho sun being low as yet, shot athwart tho
corbels of tho roof. At tho end of tho tn
blo sat a black robed man with an ink
horn and spectacles,^a grave, still, down
looking man, and tho crowd being behind
me, and preserving a dead silence, and
tho attendants standing like statues, I
seemed indeed to be alone with these four
at tho table and the great stained window
and tho solemn hush. They talked to olio
another in low tones for a minute, gazing
at mo tho while, and I fancied they were
astonished to find mo so young.
At length they ali fell hack into their
chairs. " I)o you speak German?” tho eld¬
est burgher said, addressing mo gravely.
He sat ill tho middle, with tho subdean
on his right.
‘•No, but I speak and understand Span¬
ish,” X answered in that language, feeling
chilled already by the stern formality
which like an iron band was laying its
grip upon mo.
"Good! Your name?” replied tho pres
idon t.
"I am commonly called Francis Carey,
and 1 uni un Knglishman. ” Tho subdean
—iio was a pale, stout mail, with gloomy
eyes—had Hitherto been looking at mo in
evident doubt, but at tills bo nodded as¬
sent, and averting bis eyes from mo gazed
meditatively at tire roof of tlio hail, con¬
sidering apparently what ho should have
for breakfast.
"You are charged,” said the president
slowly, consulting a document, “with
having assaulted and wounded in tho
highway last night ono Heinrich Schroder,
a citizou of this town, acting at tho time
as lieutenant of t.bo night guard. Do you
udmit this, prisoner, or do you require
proof? ’ ’
“Ho waa wounded,” I answered stead¬
ily, "but by misti ko end in error. 1 sup¬
posed him to bo ono of three persons who
had unlawfully waylaid mo and my party
oil the previous night between liuiiiierioli
and Wesel. ”
Tho subdoan, still gazing nt tho roof,
shook bis head with a faint smile. Tlio
other magistrates looked doubtfully at me,
htj# jnudo no comment, and my words
sceiStcd to bo wasted on tho silonco. Tho
president. coil suited his document again
and continued: ."You are also charged
with JirtV/ngi by force of arms, in time of
peace, seized agatoof this town and iiiiiin
tained it and declined to surrender it
when called upon so to do. Wliat do you
say to that?”
“It is trim in part,” I answered firmly.
“I seized not the gate, hut part of the
tower, in order to preserve my life and to
protect certain ladies traveling with mo
from lire violence of a crowd, which, un¬
der a misapprehension, was threatening
to do us a mischief. 11
The priest again shook Ills head and
smiled faintly at tlio carved roof, liis col¬
leagues were perhaps somewhat moved in
my favor, for a few words passed between
thorn. However, in the end they shook
their heads, and tlio prcsidoutmeeiianiou!
ly asked mo if I bad anything further to
say. bitterly.
"Nothing!” I replied The ec¬
clesiastic’s cynical heedlessness, his air of
ono whoso mind ia mado up, seemed so
cruel to me, whoso life was at stake, that I
lost patience, "Kxceptwhnt I have said,”
I continued, “that for the wounding, it
was done in error, and for tho gate seiz¬
ing, I would do it again to savo tho lives
of those with mo. Only that and this—
that I am a foreigner ignorant of your
language and customs, desiring only to
pass peacefully through your country.”
“That is all?” {ho president asked im¬
passively.
“All,” I answered, yet with a strange
tightening at my throat. Was it ail? Ail
I could say for my life?
I was waiting, sore and angry and des¬
perate, to hear the sentence, when there
came an interruption. Master Lindstrom,
whoso presence at my side 1 had forgot¬
ten, broke suddenly into a torrent of im¬
passioned words, and bis urgent voice,
ringing through the court, seemed in a
moment to change its aspect—to infuse
into it some degree of life and sympathy.
More than .one guttural exclamation,
which seemed to mark approval, burst
from the throng at the back of tho hail.
In another moment, indeed, tho Dutch¬
man's conrago might have saved mo, but
tiierc was ono who marked the danger.
Tire subdean, who had at first, only glow¬
ered at the speaker in rudo astonishment,
DOW cut him short with a harsh question.
“Ono moment, Master Dutchman!” ho
cried. “Aro you ono of tlio heretics who
C sU themselves Protestants?
“lam. But I understand that there is
here liberty of conscienco,” our friond an
swored manfully, nothing daunted in liis
fervor at finding the attack turned upon
himself.
“That depends upon the conscience,”
the priest answered, with a scowl. “VVe
wiil hilTe no Anabaptists here nor foreign
praters to bring us into feud with our
neighbors. It is enough that such men aa
you ort) allowed to live. VVe will not bo
bearded by you. So take warning!
heed, I say, Master Dutchman, and bo si
lent! 8 ’ he repeated, leaning forward and
c i ap A pj ng ° his hand upon the table.
on he d Master Lindstrou.'s sleeve,
■ wJm wou ;,i 0 f himself have persisted, and
j 8taJd hira . “ft is cf no use,” I condemned muttered
j -.That He dog will ia have a crochet his way!” lias
There was a short debate between
three judges, whUo in thecourt you might
havo Ireard a pin drop. Master Lindstrom
fi a d fallen back once more. I was alone
. g .„, ■„
bo patting forth its mystic influence to
infold me, when, looking up, I saw a tiny
teadoss. iy* - jt- reft fined
ffTjrs’ViiiSn uCivomcir —.tot rrr.rr.vrnv; «"o
roof. It passed again, once, twice, thrice,
I peered upward intently. It. was a swat
low flying to and fro amid the carved
work.
Y, ; , a swallow, and straightway I for
got tho judges, forgot the crowd. Tho
scene vanished, and 1 was at Coton Knd
again, giving Martin higher tho nest for
l’eli'onilia, a sign, as I meant is i hull, that
I should return. 1 should never return
now. Yet my heart was on a^smlden so
softened that, instead of this roll wt ion giv¬
ing mo pain, as one would have expected,
it only idled mo with a great anxiety to
provide for tlio eve ut. She lint t. net wait
and watch for me day after day, perhaps
year after year. 1 must sae to it. somehow,
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headed at tho east gate an hour before
noon. And so God savo the dukel
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cusable to some extent in men
who scuffle daily with tlio cares
of life, whose brains need rest
and recreation whon the hours
of labor are past. Tlio rest
which the tired brain demands
is not merely a change of labor,
but a change from labor to some
tiling in which its powers lio al¬
most dormant, and this “some¬
thing” is usually found in light
raiding and conversation.
It was our privilege (?) not
long since to hear a discussion
betwoon'scnsible men of the very
important and highly entertain¬
ing question ( ( Was it, ‘Mary
had a little lamb ; or, ‘Lucy had
a little lamb?’ 1 > The majority
decided that Lucy was the pos¬
sessor of l ho fleecy and docile
animal; this after an hour’s dis¬
cussion, through which several
men and boys had listened with
intense interest.
The evilri resulting from loiter¬
ing around these places aro nu¬
merous. Among others, it aid*
the destruction of the higher
moral nature by cultivating the
lower; the habit of staying
away from home; and at the
least, time is lost by it, against
which we are warned by Frank¬
lin : . ,
“Do t thou love life? Then do not
squander time, for that is the stuff life
is made of.”
There is a strange fascination
about the train which vve hav*
never heard satisfactorily ex¬
plained. No one can deny that
there is something grand, even
.two inspiring about the locomo¬
tive. That it does possess at¬
tractive qualities is proven by
the fact that, notwithstanding
that trains have been
running through Conyers for a
number of years, there is a
crowd of goodly size to witness
tho passage of each one. We
heard an anecdote about Con¬
yers a few days ago, which has
perilaps been told about every
small town along the line.
An inquisitive gentleman was
on the train, and had succeeded
in a little time in worrying ev¬
erybody near him with ques¬
tions. Between Covington and
this place lie called the conduct¬
or, and asked, “What’s the next
station?”
‘ Conyers.” rcjdied the con¬
ductor.
i ( Large place?” ,
‘Sort o’.” •
< < How many inhabitants?“
(l Oh, dunno; just wait till
vou get there, and you’ll seg
’em ill at the depot.’’