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THE WEEKLY.
CONYERS, GEORGIA.
D. L. Moody is planning to put a
Bible in the hands of each of the i50,
000 criminals iu this country.
The Pennsylvania Railroad is to ex¬
pend $5,000,000, for which bonis
were recently floated in England, in
improvements. More of the mainline
is to be made three and four track.
The trolley ’ar in Philadelphia lmvo
reduced taxable property to the extent
of 31,1)00,000 worth of horses, but ns
the general net increase in the valua¬
tion for the year is $13,000,000 the
city lias no complaint to make.
From Berlin comes the news that
an anti-cholera serum has been dis¬
covered. Of course, after the anti¬
consumption serum was looked for.
Now, suggests the New York World,
an anti-cholera serum is in order, and
a full assortment of anti-toothache
serums.
The New York Sun observes: Oneof
tliii noteworthy points in this year's
shooting at Bisley was the good work
done by the English smokless powder
called rifleite. The sain •> powder also
achieved excellent results at Bou
mania, where the uoteworthy merit of
it was that the speeira :n used ha 1
been kept a year audahalf. The prob¬
lem of smokeless powders seems to be
sol veil.
An English hat merchant once re¬
marked that the state of his own trade
enabled him to tell whether business
generally was good or bad. The new
hat is an article which the prosperous
man desires and an unprosperons man
can do without. Hence the frequency
with whioh his customers renewed their
headgear, was a good indication of
tho financial state of the people, If
the remark applies equally wel! to
this country, as it ought to do, busi¬
ness in the United Htates now is good,
maintains the Now Orleans Picayune.
Muny hat factories are active, some
others are reported to be getting ready
to go into operatjon and there bus
been some improvement iu wages.
Canadian ship owners are very
much exercised about the possible ef¬
fect of the big Chicago drainage ditch
on tho navigation of the St. Lawrence
river. Tho river has been failing very
last of late, and if it continues to do
so for a short time, large vessels will
bo compelled to lighter part of their
cargoes before they can reach Mon¬
treal. The average draft of the ocean
steamships winch frequent this port
is a trifle more than twenty feet,
though the class of ships such as the
Parisan, Labrador, Vancouver, Mon¬
golian, etc., draw considerably more.
Now tho water in the harbor registers
twenty-six feet, live inches. For tome
time past a gradual decrease of about
an iuch a day lias taken pi see. The
low record last year wasiu November,
when on the 30th the water reached
twentyfive feet, Tho lowest in 1883
was on Nov. ‘27th,when the water at¬
tained a depth of twenty-seven feet
two inches.
A revolt against world's fairs has
beou begun in France, aud some of
reasons advnuced will appeal to the
peoplo of other countries, The first
protest against the Paris exhibition of
1900 conies from tho Municipal Coun¬
cil of Nancy. AU the arguments
against the scheme have been admir¬
ably summed up m a resolution. The
people of Nancy are against the ex¬
position because it does not appear to
answer to any important national
want. Statistics show that the former
exhibitions have caused serious dam¬
ages to trade, that even if it does
bring money into Paris it will also
bring a lot of unemployed and will
ruise the cost of living. Paris is it¬
self a great permanent exhibition,
and French industry has no interest
in offering hospitality to foreign com¬
petitors at her own cost. It is incon¬
sistent to hold a universal exhibition
with a system of high tariffs. The
preparation of the great exhibition
must have an intlueuce on home aud
foreign politics. A uation that de¬
votes five years to organize a gigantic
fete has its hands tied, Under the
present financial circumstances the
exhibition will cripple the future
budgets.
Wheat and Clover.
On one side slept the clover,
On one side sprang the wheat,
And I. like a lazy lover,
Knew not which seemed mor® sweet—
The red caps of the clover
Or the green gowns of the wheat.
The red caps of the clover,
They nodded in the heat,
And as the wind went over
With nimble flying feet,
It to.ssed the caps of clover
And stirred the gowns of wheat
O rare red caps of clover,
O dainty gowns of wheat,
You teach a lazy lover
How in his lady meet
The sweetness of the clover
The promise of the wheat.
—London Spectator.
Miss Jefferson’s Lodger.
The clock had just struck 9. Hugh
Dyson and his friend Mr. Carhart
were enjoying a snug little bachelor
tete-a-tete by the light of the shaded
gas-burner. They were a curious
pair ; similar, and yet not alike ; fond
of one another’s society and yet con¬
stituted very differently. Hugh was
was a tall, strongly made Saxon, with
fair hair, clear blue eyes, and a fresh,
healthy complexion; while it would
have required only a mantle, a plumed
hat, and a rapier to convert Selwyn
Carhart into a Spaniard of the days of
the Inquisition!
“Then you’ve really determined to
make a change in your quarters,” ob¬
served the other as ho listlessly turned
over the uncut leaves of a newly ar¬
rived magazine.
“I can’t stand it,” said Dyson, rue¬
fully. “I’m the only old bachelor in
the whole house, and everybody preys
on me. The girls make me buy their
concert tickets, the men borrow
money of me, and the matrons regu¬
larly victimize me with their babies
and their errands. Aud that isn’t the
worst of it, old boy. I could endure
all that with only au odd grimace now
and then ; but when it comes to en¬
tomological specimens in the jelly
and a mouse’s leg iu the mince pie
“Nonsense!”
“It's a fact, I tell you. No, I shall
pull up stakes.”
“Why don’t you get married?”
“Why don’t I go to heaven? One
event is about as probable as the
other!”
“No; but really, you’re just the
sort of person to enjoy a bright
hearth-stone and a pretty wife of your
own. Did you never think of it?”
“Why, yes, I have thought of it. I
was in love once and engaged to be
married.
“Yon?”
“Yes. Seems rather improbable,
don’t it, but nevertheless it is true.”
“Who was she?”
“A little black-eyed divinity, with
cheeks like two peaches, and hair that
wasn’t so much black as it was purple.
Native state, Connecticut; age, 18;
name, Jauie; surname—well, as long
as it didn’t become Dyson, it is not a
matter of much importance. Cause
of misunderstanding, a tall fellow by
the name of Parker. Don’t know
what became of either of ’em, and
don’t care! Now, you’ve heard all
about it, and I hope you feel better.
Look here—see what a lot of adver¬
tisements about ‘desirable board for
unexceptionable parties’ I’ve cut out
of the papers! Some of them ought
to suit. I say, Selwyn, I wish you’d
cut that old hotel, and come and
room with me. You won’t. Very
well, then.”
And Mr. Dayson poked the fire vig¬
orously, and contemplated the roses
on the toe of his slipper with dreamy
earnestness.
“I like the rooms very much.
Twenty dollars a week you say?”
“Yes, sir,” answered the Scotch
housemaid, whose hair fairly illumined
the apartments; < i that’s incloodin
foire and loights. ”
They were very cosy little rooms, a
bed-room and sitting-room, carpeted
with crimson, and possessing three
south windows, through whose drap
eries the sunshine streamed cheerily
in. Everything was deliciously neat
and orderly.
“I say, Janet-*-”
“My name is Mary Ann, please sir L ’
“Mary Ann, the—it’ll all be the
same a hundred years hence. Who
keeps the house?”
“Miss Jefferson, sir.”
“Jefferson, eh?” Dyson started a
little. “What Jefferson?”
“I don’t know sir.”
“An unmarried lady?”
“Aye, sir.”
“An old maid, probably,” thought
Hugh, with a sidewise screw at his
visage, “with a false front and a black
dress foxy about the seams. I know
the race of ’em—come out of the ark
with Noah and won’t be extinct until
the last day. Well Janet—Mary Ann
i mean—I will sake these rooms, I’ll
send my trunks immediately. But,
mind, I only come here on one condi¬
tion. I don’t want to be bothered.”
“Wha’s t’at, sir?”
“Disturbed, annoyed, asked ques¬
tions about, meddled with. There’s
my card. Give it to your mistress and
tell her I’m to be let alone.”
“Yes, sir.”
And Dyson went away, congratulat¬
ing himself on having found such a
cosy little refuger
The table was as neat as the rooms
the attendance prompt and sedulous,
the other boarders not addicted ap¬
parently to prying, and, best of all,
the landlady never made her appear¬
ance. Up to this period in Hugh Dy¬
son’s experience, the word landlady had
been synonymous with a sort of pri¬
vate detective, a gossip, a harpy, and
this new state of things was infinitely
satisfactory.
It’s too good to last,” sighed he.
“Something will happen. The house
will be burned down, or Miss Jeffer¬
son will have a fit of apoplexy. If
she’s that fat old lady, in black I saw
trundling down the basement stairs
yesterday, she’s exactly the sort of
subject for a good, tearing stroke. And
really that would be a public loss, for
she’s the only boarding-house keeper
I ever knew who had the proper idea
of the dressing for lobster salad.
And her cranberry tarts—they’re just
sublime!”
' Hits surmise proved to be correct.
Something did hapjren, although it
was not exactly what he had appre¬
hended. Dyson himself fell sick.
“It’s nothing,”he said when Car
hart advised him to send for a doctor.
“I’ll get the Scotch girl to brew me a
jug of tea, and I’ll go to bed early,
that’ll set me up all right.”
But neither tea nor bed produced
the desired results. And finally when
he was stricken down by the fierce and
relentless hand of fever, he was un¬
willingly obliged to confess himself
seriously ill.
Through the delirium that was
gathering over his brain, Dyson caught
here and there a connected sentence of
the doctor’s talk at his bedside.
“You see,” said Dr. Fane, solemnly
“it is very sickly just now through the
city, and it is almost impossible to
obtain a good nurse at auy terms. I
don’t know of a single professional
who is disengaged.
“But I should think there might be
enough to come, if you pay them well, ”
suggested Carhart.
Dr. Fane shook his head.
“Typhoid fever is an ugly disease.”
“Yes; hut in the name of Christian
charity is
“Not much of that element left in
the world, I’m afraid!”
“ We might send for the land¬
lady
“I don’t want her, ” interrupted
Dyson, breaking feebly into the con¬
versation. “She’s fat, and trundles,
and-”
“There, there!” soothed the doc¬
tor; “it’s all right. Go to sleep.”
“But you know, doctor, how it is,”
pleaded Hugh. “They wear false
fronts put on at one side, and dyed
dresses, aud—and foxy about the
seams, you know!”
“Exactly so. Yes, yes!” And so
Dr. Fane went away,
Fifteen minutes afterwards, Car
hart jerked the bell wire vehemently.
“Send your mistress up here at
once. This gentleman is raving and
some one must be here!”
Presently a tall slight lady in black
entered. Carhart stared vaguely at
her. >
“Are you the landlady?”
* ! I am Miss Jefferson, sir.”
“Oh!” and after a minute’s hesita
tion Carhart told his story and pleaded
his request. The landlady assented at
once; but her softly spoken words
were interrupted by the high-pitched
voice of Hugh Dyson:
“Janie ! Janie! you've come back to
me. I knew it would all be made
clear some day. Put your hand on
my head, J.vaie; it feels so cool! so
cool!”
Miss Jefferson colored and hesitated;
so did C&rhart.
“It is only the ravings of fever,”
he said reassuringly. “He fancies
you are some one else. Perhaps it
will be be better to humor the whim.”
So Miss Jefferson sat down by the
bedside, her soft garments rippling
noiselessly around her, and laid her
hand on his forehead.
“I can go to sleep now,” he mur¬
mured. “There was always a magnet¬
ism in your bund, Janie!”
He went to sleep ; and Miss Jeffer¬
son sat there, motionless as a figure of
marble, while Carhart looked curious¬
ly at “the landlady”
She was perhaps some four or five
and twenty, very delicate looking with
straight Greek features, and deep,
long-lashed eyes, as, black and melt¬
ing as those of an Israelitish Rebekah.
“Can it be possible that she keeps
the house?” thought Carhart: and
then, as Miss Jefferson’s casually up¬
lifted eyes met his eyes, he colored
and looked down.
Six weeks afterwards Dyson sat np
for the first time in a pillowed arm¬
chair by the open window, where the
sunshine spun glimmering webs of
brightness, and Miss Jefferson herself
brought a .tiny footstool to place un¬
der his feet.
“That’s right, Jauie; now come and
sit down by me,” he said, smiling, as
he met the wistful sparkle of her
eyes. “My dear little nurse, how
shall I ever thank you for the devo
tion you have shown?”
“I do not wish to be thanked.”
“But you can help yourself, mia
cara. Married women can’t expect to
have their own way—and you’re to be
married to me a week from Tuesday.
“Oh, Hugh, not so soon!”
“Yes, exactly so soon. I have been
deprived of you too long already. I
can’t afford to wait any longer. Janie
what a curious story our lives would
make. It seems so strange that I
should come here to board, where you
were struggling to earn your bread,
anil never knew whither I had been
directed by fate. Aud you knew it all
the while, aud liid away until death
came to my bedside ; aud then you
gave him battle, like a heroine as you
are.”
Janie Jefferson’s eyes filled with
tears as she hid her face on her lovers
shoulder. Perhaps she was thinking
of the deadly warfare she had waged
with the destroyer—perhapis they
were tears of happiness. For Janie
was very happy, and so was Hugh Dy¬
son.—New York News.
The Final Test.
It was on a ferry boat crossing to
Windsor the other day. A young and
good-looking chap sat beside a young
and good-looking girl, and they loved
and loved. When the boat was in mid¬
stream the girl was struck with a
sudden thought and anxiously in¬
quired :
“George, if I should happen to fall
overboard, what then?”
“I’d chuck you a life-preserver,” he
calmly replied, as he glanced at the
rows of them overhead.
“But if I didn’t catch it?”
“Then I’d chuck you a chair.”
“But the chair might not fall within
my reach,” she persisted.
“Then I’d chuck half a dozen
over. ”
i < George, I might be sinking—
drowning—going down to my death
in the coo), limpid waters which are
hurrying to the lake. If the chairs
failed—if the life-preservers failed,
what then? Would you, George—
would you chuck yourself overboard
to-?”
She was testing him, and her whole
future happiness hang upon his an
swer. He knew it, and yet he
stretched out a leg to rest his foot
upon au empty chair and placidly
replied:
“No, dearest, I am no chucker from
Chuckersville. I’d buy the boat and
back ’er up to you.”
And then the river rolled on and
on, and the girl sighed and sighed,
and a gulf came between them which
can never, never be bridge nor pon
tooned. —Detroit Free Press.
A prominent lady is proposing tc
build a “cottage” at Bar Harbor,
Me. The plans, a( preps:id, show
seventy-eight rooms.
PEARLS OF THOUGHT.
Teach thy tongue to say, I do
know.
The most costly thing j„ t hi
is sin. s Wc
An open countenance, but
thoughts. c ]
Go to sleep without supper, but
without debt.
Before we can do much good.
must be good.
The greatest of faults is to b
scious of e
none.
Example with children will ah
outweigh advice.
Men with no faults are not
have a fl
many friends.
Thought the embodiment. is the spirit of which J
are
We cannot do our best f or a
C!
we are not sure is right.
The bad thing about little sil
that they won’t stay little.
than Love those those who correct thee j
who flatter thee.
Beautiful are the words of tl
who practice what they teach.
Doing a wrong thing with a J
motive does not make it right, 1
A man never likes to hear|
woman he likes abuse a woman.
Respect the children of the
for from them proceeds the law.
Judge not thy associate until
hast been placed in his position.
A wise man reflects before he sp
a fool speaks and then reflects on
he has uttered.
There are very few original thid
in the world ;the greatest part of ij
who are called philosophers
adopted the opinions of some who
before them.
The intellect of man sets enthri
visibly upon his forehead and in
eye, and the heart of man is wrj
on his countenance. But the soul
veals itself in the voice only.
Tact is the life of the five sei
It is the open eye, the quick ea.r,
judging taste, the keen smell and!
lively touch. Talent is power; taj
skill; talent is might, tact is mol
turn; talent knows what to do, 1
how to do it; talent is wealth,
ready money.
The Weather’s Effect on Healtl
You know that the weather al
your health, but have you ever
tied yourself as to how it does it
observing the barometer for t
mouths aud comparing your fee
with its readings you will dis
that they fluctuate in harmony,
just a little plain thinking will j
it clear. When the barometer
the atmosphere is light and tl
pressure on the body is conside
lessened. When this pressure
moved the blood is forced to thi
face and distends the vessels,
or diseased parts are congested,
sitive nerves submitted to ufl
pressure and a sense of fall 1 ]
sort of stuffy feeling pervadi
whole body. The of blood the doeswj loss of j
freely on account
tone, the brain becomes impaired Bluggi s |
mental acuteness is
barometer is not responsible M
this but it explains how
pens.
Healthy, vigorous persons
affected by the changing
moisture of the atmosphere
who are diseased or have "eat
They have sufficient vital
resist the tendency to coagE-'
the small blood vessels aa»
thro" ,
mucous membranes to
moisture than the atmosphere
sorb. It is for this reason
dren and young people in g° od j
do not suffer to any extent ft
mospheric changes. - -Pittsburi
mercial-Gazette.
Killed in an Odd VDb
Two fine horses
rancher of Mason A a!ley>
killed in an odd way last
owner was leading them to"
for convenience had tied the
together, The horses s
era
something, broke away h°m
and started off at a wild g>- -
racing a few hundred yards •
one on either side of a
the halter struck the
tree , s
the horses were brought up
ly that both their necks
