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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