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~~ f % -ma-n ,—___ E3/jz~" »l HTHliajfr jB r „ f - i -i """\ wjaaiEß <y V- ' <yZZ—i— (q *• ALLEY. rt-T9 Vol. IV. x The pine trees in and around Thomasville have been and still are her most powerful magnets. The medical profession is on record in this country and Europe as to the healing qualities of soft southern breezes when blown through forests of pines. Catching and bearing on their wings, as they do, the rich aroma of these pines, they bring back the flush of health to wasted cheeks and kindle the eye again with hope. — Thomasville (Ga.} Times. The Girl I Left Behind Me. The dames of France are fond and free, And Flemish lips are willing. And soft the maids of Italy, And Spanish eyes are thrilling; Still though I bask beneath their smile, Their charms fail to bind me, And my heart falls back to Erin’s Isle, To the girl I left behind me. For she’s as fair as Shannon’s side, And purer than its water. But she refus’d to be my bride Though many a year I sought her; Yet, since to France 1 sailed away, Her letters oft remind me, That I promis’d never to gainsay The girl J left behind me. She says, “ My own dear love, come home. My friends are rich and many, Or else, abroad with you I’ll roam, A soldier stout as any; I f you’ll not come, nor let me go, I’ll think you have resigned me,” My heart nigh broke when I answered, “No,” To the girl I left behind me. For never shall my true love brave A life of war and toiling, And never as a skulking slave I’ll tread my native soil on; But were it free or to be freed, The battle s close would find me To Ireland bound, nor message need From the girl I left behind me. Some of the grandest scenery in America is exhibited from Lookout Mountain, right above the city of Chat tanooga. By the Western & Atlantic Railroad from Atlanta, and the rail road leading to the top of the moun tain you now go upon grand old Look out without the tedious hack drive which was formerly an inevitable part of the trip. See that your tipkpt? read A. tixim.oi’ou.s dare-devil---tile very man to suit my purpose. Bulwbb. \ -- ■ ; ■_ _ ";t~. . •—— ~ » 2. —7-.~. —' — r ._ . ~ • • F - r —ii ■—■ ~ ; ■■ - - - i -■■ . - -—--—Il ■ - ■■ ■■■ ■— i ■——.- . " i ■■ ■ **~ .-—.— -““ —.- i ~ ~ M JK4III I wWgMFA w ~~~ —- - —A , ; l jr--^IK>L - vi L .y7y>. •- nKHBWI ''. —^7/ 1 I[' fn , * TV'3ffMOTKiFjWWcuwiM. - FARM SCENE IN THE CHICKAMAUGA V.ALLEY, ON THE W. A A. IL R. OTJR. "FAMILJAR SONGS ” NUMBER. ATLANTA, CA., NOVEMBER 15, 1889. Why the Leaves Turn. “Probably not one person in a thou sand knows why leaves change their color in the fall,” remarked an eminent botanist the other day. The common and old-fashioned idea is that all this red and golden glory we see now is caused by frosts. A true and scien tific explanation of the causes of the coloring of leaves would necessitate a long and intricate discussion. Stated briefly and in proper language, those causes are these : The green matter in the tissue of a leaf is composed of two colors, red and blue. When the sap ceases to flow in the fall, and the nat ural growth of the tree ceases, oxida tion of the tissue takes place. Under certain conditions, the green of the leaf changes to red; under different condi tions it takes on a yellow or brown tint. This difference in color is due to the difference in combination of the original constituents of the green tis sue and to the varying conditions ot climate, exposure and soil. A dry, cold climate produces more brilliant foliage than one that is damp and warm. This is the reason that our American autumns are so much more gorgeous than those of England. There are several things about leaves that even science cannot explain. For in stance, why one of two trees growing side by side, of the same age and hav ing the same exposure, should take on a brilliant red in the fall, and the other should turn yellow; or why one branch of a tree should be highly colored and the rest of the tree have only a yellow tint, are questions that are as impossi ble to answer as why one member of a family should be perfectly healthy and another sickly, Maples and oaks have the brightest po]ors : ”--fWd pwi I’W*; Plum and Philosophy. The Dooly (Ga.) Vindicator seems to sport a rustler who doesn’t care whether school keeps or not. Read how he goes on : The bee is full of satire. At least the sting hurts. “Sugar bilins” are the go now. Boss is yer wanter buy any ’taters.” We haven’t received but two sam ples of sugar cane this season. We had to steal them. Don’t put all the polish on the front gate post. The contrast between it and the yard is too great. Call on your neighbor for every thing you need that you haven’t got. He always has it, and it don’t cost you anything. “They say” that “every cloud has a silver lining.” Wouldn’t it be much better if the cloud would torn wrong side out? The snake sheds his skin once a year. We are not so well off as the snake for we can’t even make a change for the winter. Anticipating a great rush of busi ness, we prepared several receipt books, to be used in our subscription business. Some of those books are still on our hands. The meanest man in town is the one that sold a customer some eggs that had young chickens in them, and when he found it out wanted to charge extra for the chickens, A fellow asked us the other day to pay him what we owed him. That fellow has lots of check, Lots of folks owe us but wejdon’t make muchVuss about jt. They are able to.owo.it; and this feeling often results in bad boys. — Atchison Globe. Two Years. I. —LAST YEAR. They strolled on the beach by the bright summer sea; He and she. And they never paid any attention to me, He and she. His air was superb, and to all that he said She modestly listened and hung down her head, While witL swift flying blushes her fair lace grew red. Dear me! 11. —THIS YEAR. Again they are seen on the beach by the sea, She and he; And they’re married this year you will quickly agree, She and he. In silence he stalks while she lays down the law, A man more submissive the world never saw, He’s learned that a kitten has claws in her paw. Dear me! —Somerville Journal. One of our Sunday-school teachers on a recent occasion told her pupils that when they put their pennies in the contribution box she wanted each to repeat a Bible verse suitable for the occasion. The first boy dropped in a cent, saying, “The Lord loveth a cheer ful giver.” The next boy dropped his cent into the box, saying, “He that giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord.” The third and youngest boy dropped his penny, saying, “A fool and his money are soon parted.” There is no road surpassing the W. &A. in the varied character of its scenery —mountains, valleys, streams and forests.— ■’State, Town and County. The Keww Route iu quickest, NO. 22. We feel sorry for a boy. To be a boy of 14 or 15 means to be the occupant of the worst old lumber room in the house. If there is any money spent on decoration it is in the girl’s room, because the girls are supposed to like pretty things and boys are “rough.” The average boy car iies a feeling of neglect down in his heart,