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) 10 / \ THE WEEKLY CONSTTTUTTON: TUESDAY. FEBRUARY 19, 1884 - TWELVE PAGE& OUR “DIXIE” HUMURISTS. Mir cit b.'srms 'rouu'. Den he np’n low: - im uni h.tirin' tiar, Brer Tarr/pln, but how I gwine gn uni?' Tnr rrrr and i-iiii.onoi-iit or im OI.lt IIO.MB. NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS.’ mi. Tbe Flminrrly rinm. One night, when the little boy bad grown tired of welting for e story, be looked at Uncle Remus, and laid: "1 wonder what ever became of old Brother Tarrypin." Uncle Kemui gare a sudden atari, glanced all around tbe cabin, and then broke Into a laugh that ended in a yell like a vlow-halloo. “Well, well, well! Howde name er good ness oome yon ter know w'at mimin'on In my thin', boney? Mon, you skeer'd me; you aho'ly did; en w'en I git skeer’d I bleeds ter boiler. Del 'lone dat, ef I keep on glttln' akeerderen akeerder, you better gimme room, kaaeef I can’t git 'way film dar aomebody gwine ter git burted, en deyer gwine ter git burted bad. I tell yon dat right pine- blank." "Ole Brer Tarrypin I" continued Uncle Re mus In a tone of exultation. “Ole Brer Tarrypin! Now, who bln year tell er de beat er dat? Dar you seta atudyin’ 'bout ole Brer Tarrypin, en yer I seta atudyin' 'boutole Brer Tarrypin. Hit make me feel so kuae dat lit- tlecno’ en I'd a draw’d my Itabblt-fuot en shuck it at you." Tbe little boy was delighted when Uncle Remna went off into tbeae rhapsodies, llow ever nonsenalcal they might aeoru toothers, to tbe child they were positively thrilling, and he listened with rapt attention, scarcely dar Ing to stir. “Ole Brer Tarrypin? Well, well, well!— “ 'W’on In he prime Da tuck he timer "Dat w'at make be hoi' he age so good. Day tells me dat aomebody 'crow dar in Jasper county, tuck'n kutrh a Tarrypin w'icli be got marks cut In lie back dat 'us put dar 'fo' our folks wentfer ter git revengeunce In de Moc main war. Dar wliar yo' Unk' Jeems bin," Uncle Reinua explained, noticing tbe little boy’s look of aaionlahment. ''Obi” exclaimed tbs child, “that was the Mexican war." “Well,” responded Uncle Remus, closing hit eyes with a sign, “l alnt one er dess per kinder folks w'et choke deyse'f wid names. One neme alnt got none de 'vantege er no ynther name. Ki ef de Tarrypin got da marks on'im hit don’t make no dtfftince whe'eryo'Unk’Jeems Abercrombie git bis rerengesnee out’n da Moccseln folks, wba'ar begot itout'n de Macketaone." “Mexicans, Uncle Remus." “Tooby ibo', honey; let It go at dat. Dot don’t leas pester ole llrer Tarrypin wtd it, kite he dona li'long ter a tribe nil hr he own 'lone ae'f. I 'dar' ter gracious," exclaimed the old man after a p mse, "ef bit don’t seem perienlly lek 'iwnsylathldy!" “What, Uncle Remits?" •'Oh, dea ole Brer Tatr/pln, honey; dea ole Brer Tarrypin eh a tale w'at 1 year’bout ’Im, how he done tuck'n dn Brer Pox." “Did he scare him, Uncle K-iutit?" the lit tle boy aakfd, aa the old man paused, "No, my goniluras! Wusa’n datl" “Did be hurl him?'' “No, my goodness! Wuaa'n dntt" "Dhi he kill him?" "No, nvrgoodn'esal hits wuss'n dat!" "Now, Uncle lleuiut, what did ha do I" Brother Pox?" “Hone;I"—here the old man lowed Ills voice ai If about to describe a great outrage— "HoneyI he tuck'n make a fool out'n 'im!" The child laughed, but la was plain that be failed to appreciate the ailuatlon, and tbit foot caused Uude Retnua to brighten up and go on with the story. •'One Urns w'en tie tun shine down mighty hot, ole Brer Tarrypin wus gwine 'tong down de road. He 'ua gwine 'lung down, en ho feel mighty tired: lie pit IT, en he blow, en be pant, Ua brelToonia lak he gotdoaimy 'way In down he win'-pi|ie; but, nummlnet be de •amt ole Creep-uni-crawl-nm llaveaome-fun- uni. llr 'us gwine 'long down de big road, ole Brer Tartypln wua, en biraeby he come Ur de branch. Ha tuck'n crawl In, ha did, an got 'Ira a drink ar waUr, en dan he crawl out on t'er aide en eet down und’ do shade un a tree. After he aorter ketch he win', he tooa np at ae sun ter tar see sr at ttme er day ia it, en, lo en belie'ee! be tuck'n eklyver dat ha aetiln In de eheile er de eycamn' tree. No aoonar la be aklvvcr die dan he ling de old aong: “ 'flood luck ter dam w'at ootee and to, W’at set hide shade eidu tjeamu'.' “Brer Tarrlpln he feel eo good en de ehade to cool, dat twa'n'l long fo'hegot tor noddln', eublmebyba drapotren went aoun’asleep Oo'se, Brrr Tarrypin kvar he house wld '(in ete'y whar ha go, rn w'en he Hz far ler go ter deep, he dee ehet de do' ru pull too de windershetlera, en dar be is daa ea snug tada ola black cat und' de barn. "Brer Tarrypin lay dar* be did, en deep, cn aleep. He dunner bow long he deep, but btmeby he feel eontebody foolin' 'long wld '1m. Ue krep alt | do' eliet, en be lay dar rn listen. Ue feel somebody tu'ntn' he house 'rouu' en 'roun'. Ills toner akeer llrarTerry- pln, kaaa be know dat elder tu'n be bouse upsltle down hjinll bare ell aorta er tlinra gittin'back. Wld det, be open de do' little weye, en be eee llrer Pox projlckln' wld 'Im. He open de do'little ftinler, he did, ex ho break out In a grast big bots-slT, en holler; “'Weill well, wall! Wuo'd a tbunk itl Ola Brer Pox, cuUr dan de common run, ie does corns en koleh me. En ho cotneatseoh a time, tool I feela dat full twal 1 can’t aaa airtight akacely. K( dry wua any jealouanrsa probed Inter me, I’d dee ley yer eu pout kato Brer Pox dona Hue out wbar 1 g<U my Pint- marly Plum.' “In dem day*," eontinned Uncle Renmt, apeaklng to the child's look of Inquiry, “de Pimmeriy Plum wus nioDst'uaatar*. leavin’ out Brer Rabbit en Brer Tarrypin dey wa'n't Boneerdeyuther creature det yuvrrr got a •limp’un it, let'lone aus'e. M s den w'en Brer Pox year ulker de Pimmeriy Plum, bleat gracious! ha b'let up lit brad en let llrer Ta'rvpin 'lone. Brer Tarrypin keep on lalUu' en llrer Foa 'low: “Hush, Brer Ttrrypln! you makes my tnouf water I Whar'bouU de Pimmeriy l'lumr "U.-er Tarrypin, be eorler cle’r np de bo'eeneae in he throat, en ting: *• *Poun' er sueat, »n a plot er turn. Alnt nigh so s teel <* da r.inuletly rinm!' “Brer Pox, he HP up he han't, ba did, en holler: “ •Oh, bush, Brer Tarrypin! yon makes ma drib'cet Whar'liouia det Pimmeriy Plum?' “ 'You alaunin' right und' da tree, Brer Poxl" " 'Brer Tarrypin, aho’ly not!” " *YIt dar you ttan'a, Itrer Pox!” “Bmr Poi look up iu de tree dar, en he wua 'etonlsh'." “What did he tee in the tycimote tree, Uncle Remus?' inquired the little boy. There was a look o! genuine disappoint ment on tbe old luen't I toe. aa he replied: *D» grac out en de giestneM, honey I Alnt you Dev' la tee dem ar Hula bit er belle w'at grow on de eycamo' tre? ’ Tbe little buy laughed. Them was a huge sycamore tree in the center of the circle made by tbe carriage way lu front id the “big bouse,” and there were eycamure trees of various as* ell ov.r the piece. The little bulla alluded to by Uncle U<-tnut are very bird at certain nugra of tbtir growth, aud ding to the tree with wonderful tenacity. Uncle Ueitiuecrn'lnned: Brer Tarrypin open be do’ little ways en holler out: . _ “ 'Ah-yll Dar wbar ole Slickum Slow, coargotde'rentagel Youer mighty peart- Brer Fox. yIt somehow er nudder you alnt bio a keeplu’ np wid ola Slickum Slow- come.’ “ 'BrerTsrrypIn, bow de name er goodness dors eon git urn?' " 'Don't do no good far ter tell you, Brer Fox. Nimble beel make rrstleas min,' You alnt got time fer ter watt en git urn, Brer 'Brer Tarrypin, I got all de week beta' Fox' “•] me.’ 'Ef I telle yon, yon’11 go entell all de t’er creel urs. en den dat'd be de las' er de Tim* merle Plum, Crer Fox.* “ *Bfer Tarrypin, dat I won't.' Dee try me one time ensee.’ 41 Brer Tarrypin abet be eye lak he atudyin 1 eu don be 'low: 44 4 I tell you bow I doee, T’rer Fox. Wen wants a b ait er de Pimmeriy P.mn right bad. 1 dee takes rny foot in my ban’ eu cornea down yer ter dish yer tree. I comes en I takes my e'an’. I gits right und' de tree, en r'are my bead back en opens my mouf. opens my mouf, en w’eu de Piojwerly Plum drops, I brnin' you she drapi right spang in dar. All you got ter do is ter set en wait Brer Fox.' “Brer Fox nint sayin’ nothin*. He dea sot down und' de tree, be did, en Far'd be bead back, en open be mouf, en I wish ter goodness you mouglit ee bln had er chance fer ter fee 'im nettin' dar. He look soan'lotn, dat’a de long en de short an it; be dea look scan’* Iona." “Did he get tbe Pimmeriy Plain, Uncle Re (nun?" asked tbe little buy. “Shoo! How be gwlue git plum wbar dey aint no plum?'* • “Well, whntdid bo do?' "Heeotdiir wid he mouf wide open, en evfc’y time Brer Tarrypin look at 'iiu, much rz he ki i do (er ter keep from bn'tin* s loose en Uflio. But bimeby be make he way tndes home, B.ter Tarrypin did, chucklin'en latlln', en 'twa’u't long To’ be meet Brer Rabbit tip- pin' 'long down de road. Brer Rabbit, bo bail 'ini. “ ‘W’at 'maze you so mighty well, Brer Tarrypin?' “Brer Tarrypin kotcb he breff atter so long a time, en he Mow: “ ‘Brer Rabbit, I’m dat tickle' twel I can’ shriflle 'Jong, skacely, en I'm fear’d ef I up’n tell yon de 'caaion un it, I'll be tookrn wid one er my spoils whar folks batter set up wid me knzs I laugh so loud eu laugh so long.’ “Yit alter so long a time. Brer Tarrppln up’n tell Brer Iltbblt, en dey sot dar en chaw'd terhacker en kyar'd on dea lak ibo' null folks Dat dey did!** Uncle Remus raused; bat tbe little boy wanted to know what became of Brer Fox. “Hit's mighty kuse," said the old man. stirring around in the asbes as if in search of a potato, “hut endurin' er all my days I alnt nay' year nobody tell 'bout how long Itrer Fox sot dar waitiu’ fer de Pimmeriy Plum." •Copyright, 1883. All rights referred. (Next week, 44 Baia Rasnrr Gets th« Paovniows."! BILL ARPS LETTER. lie Talks Abont Animals In Oeneral Brer rabbit still bolds Ills own in these parts. Hundreds of them bare bean killed this winter around my farm, but there teams to be a good stock left, neither guns nor dogs hays made much impression. Brer rabbit Is not as timid a creature as ha Is supposed to be. Ha la more aly than timid. Ho comes into my garden and my orchard cyary night and barks the apple sprouts and be comas at least a quarter of n mile, for there Is no hiding place nearer, and the dogs and tba boys par' ambulate the grounds ovary day and they have watched for him at night but still ha comas. Uncle ltomus bas elevated the rab bit Into consequence and I reckon be may ba called the nation's pat, for all the other pats are gono and ha alone holds tbe fort. Brer Wolf has loft us for parte unknown. Uncle iteruua has thrown a charm about him, and now half the man you moat have got a rab bit's bind font lu their pocket, but the foot don't scam to bring good luck every lime and I never knew why un III talked lo Ola Uncle Isbetn, and be raid “Laway massy, Maa Wil liam 'daw loaka needn't put tier trust In ebi ry kind of rabbit's foot dat cum along Dar alnt but oue kltfd of font dat keep tie witchery olT and dat is da otf Irina foot of a buek rabbit list's bln killed in a grave yard at tie full of do ruoon, twixt sun down aud dark. Dais It Dem klue of foot mighty bant logit, but wbenyou do git him, he beats everything. 11a beats borsesnoe overtluiloor. and frog under da step, and screacb owl'stoes In de handle ob de gourd. 1 neber hail uny bad luck twcll 1 loss rny rabbit foot dal my young luasea kill for me. 1 loss him durln ob de war and den rny bad luck begin. It Is curious bow tbrse superstitions hang around aud cllug to people. People of every land and of every color, aud in all ages that history or tradlilou tails about. Somehow or other, we caul help being superstitious, aud It comes just as natural aa religion. Ttte ne groes have been Juggling with Hie rabbit and llie wolf and the lox ever ature there were negroes. Over 2,000 years ago, .Erap I tumor tainted himself and the fox aud the frog and tbe uwl, and other small animals, by making them talk. Small animals seem to be mure mye:rrlous and have more (tower over tbe human race than big ones. 1 reckon I hat Is because tbe big onew bare leas cuuutng and cant bide so easily, and this la very fortunate, for a man couldent conveniently carry en elephaul's foot (a bis pocket. White ele phants are eet up pretty high In tbe eeet be cause they are ao scarce. Even civlilxed na tions have their natioual pete that they swear by aud stamp on their money. England has a lion, but 1 reckon be la called Jobny Bull, because b* cats so much beef, Russia baa a bear and we have got au eagle which la not of much consiqnence, for be dont do any thing worthy ol admiration. I would rather have bad a hone or a dog, for they have char acter and are useful. 1 waa reading an old time book about the stories and supenlitions of southern India and 1 found that venerable nations bad the jacksll set up above alt art mats for Ills mysterious cunning and judg ment. A jsckall toe nail waa worn aaaettarm just like our folks wrar a rabbit's loot. Tcey say the j ckell is tbe best frieutl ot man, aud tell a story about a good old man who louud a t'gir in a cage and the tiger begged the man to let him get out and drtuk one lime more from the branch, and promised to come right beck anti go in tbe cage again. The good old mau let httu out and tbe llg-r was just going to eat htm up anil driok afterwards, when the old man begged him to ask live other an imals if it w.aa right lo do so, and so the tiger consented and asked tbe hone, aud be eaid man is my enemy, be rides me aud works me until 1 get o d, aud then he turns me out to perish, ao eat bint up. Next, they came iQ (wma, ho rai illm up. wiry cuiiu* to a cam cl am) he said mao overloads iuo and beats me when I get tir*d; so vat him up. The cow said, man takes my milk from my calf and when 1 get old. he kills me and eats me, so you ought to eat hint. The sheep raid, man »b*ars on* of my wool before the winter is gone aud ha cuts my throat with an axe aud cooks me and eata me, to go ahead aud lick his blood aud grind hia boms. But the jickall heard tbe rury and said to the tiger, you and the man must put your selves where you were when this fuss began, so that 1 c*n make up my judgment 8j the man etood by tbe cage and ihe tiger got in the ' cage and tbe jackail winked at the man and I be slammed the door too aud the tiger utvit got either blood or water. _ , knd so the Hindoos have set the jsckall up Pin marly TUim. ole Brrr Fox’, be feel ' like old .E op set up tha fbx for smart- mighty good. yit he dnouer how be gwine g t Amina a that prowl around aud feed at un.. Push TmIdas’t, en maybe he nought I ** n'aht, ar* tha u»oa8 auipidoua every where beat liter Tarrypin clammln' a tree, but diah L mmI 1 «• the dark. Napoleon said that ail ra*n were | •mnu" yon can taxe a piew yooi cowar sin the night, and we have great re ( hand and set on the weed pile aud cat it, ano •pect for tboee animals that are not, but pre* i *bat a *{*• jjjjy done J T *f fer darkness rather than light; such as owls wine of’em stood aroond the table and et and bats and frogs and tnakes and rabbits and but the most of’em tuck ther vitties inther foxes and such like varmints. We have an haod8 «» d ttl * f « nca ’ * nd ou lde idea that (hey arc kin to witches and ghoets. D'>g« are so near to us and so faithful t bat we don't attach any superstition to them. Cats are close abont too, hut a cat is aorter half and half. Nobody cares much for a cat and a cat don't care much for anybody. A cat will be gentle and kind in the bouse, but that same cat will crouch down and look mean and suspicious when you meet him in the garden or away from the bonne. They are tame at home and wild abroad. They are smart, very smart about some things and folks say they have nine lives. We had a cat once that we didn't like and didn't want to kill, and one night when tbe boys were going coon bunting away off, they put the cat in a bag and csrried him across a creek on a log and turned him loose abont three miles from horn*, and that cat was back in the house long before they come home, I don't like cats for Alexander Stephen's reason, “they don't like me.’’ Iiut I do love a good faithful dog and he loves me, no matter what I do, he is my friend and gives me welcome and wags a friendly tail. A stray dog came to our house three years ago and we didn’t want him and tried to drive him away, but he begged us to let him stay, and finally we gave him too wagoner who tied him to bis wsgon and car ried him thirty miles, and that dog came back the second day and looked so grieved and humble that we let him stay, and ho is here yet, and ia a good dog and loves the children and can heat all of them catching a chicken when we want one. - But I am not raking up for dogs in general, I’m just taking up for my dogs. I’m willing to have a law passed against other people’* dogs, bat I want mine let alone. Just like wo are about our children at school, we think it exactly right for the teacher to whip every body's children bat ours. That is human nature, at least it is woman's nature and that settles ours. Bill Arp. BETSY HAMILTON'S LETTERS hi. The Loaf Rolling, Lazt Faisi, 1831—It is a week later. “Swiff as swallows wings,“ the days have gone by, silently and evenly as days will when dull monotony mirks them for its own. By way of disturbing this monotony grandma propos ed (o emulate “Miss Gooden's" example, and give us girls a quilting. Invlrations were given and unanimously accepted, aud prepa rations made to do honor to the long neglect ed heir loom, the venerable coverlet that had nearly three score years numbered over Us unqullted head. How quaint and pretty it looks,spread aud lacked iu tbe frames! The morning is cool, and calm, and bright. As many as can be seated are at work, some are looking on; others engaged in conversa tion ; all enjoying the occasion. Then comes a request from all parts of the room to have Cousia Ustsy’s last letter read aloui; and by degrees tbe talking is hashed; not a sound save the blrd-wlug-flutterlng of the thread, and the clicking of needles ngiinst thimbles is h'eard, when we begin to road of, THE LOO ROLLING. Dear Cousin:— 1 have told you about the indy pullin’ at Aunt Mahaly's, aud the quiltin’ at Miss Gooden's, bat [ haint nev**r vdd jon about the log rollin' at old mau Hasher's. F*p lows, them as never has tried to clear a thick timbero 1 new ground, mou i ht think It was easy as whittlin' of a slice or me in’ achsw tobtcco; and it is,when they setoff and watch t’other folks do it, but jes let ’em lay holt and hep a white if they wtut to know what its cracked up to be; and one m m needn't thirfk he can do it all by hlsasll; he isobleege to ax hands to hep him. The Hashers had a little strip of ntvrgrotind twix them and the Prices, that they was a Us in' to cleer and plant in ojrn. They cut dowu all the under bresh and (he trees, T oept a few whopnln' big'us. here and yan, and they chopped around them when the sap was up and deadened 'em. They split a big ehanoe of rails out'n the trees that was llttin’, and them that, wasn’t fltten for noth in’ had to be got out'n tho way of the plow. They had dono all they could do by theyselves, so they turned in and axed hands ton tog rollin', and the women folks had a quiltin' tbe same day. Old Miss Hasher lowed her rule allern was “work fust and play aiterwards," git tho ground cleerod and the quilt out, and then frolic to ther “endifaction," and she was plum willin' to feed 'em if they cot)Ul eat sich vitties as she had, aud they was moro'n welcome. We knowed in reason thar was gwine to bo a big crowd, boicase wo seed 'em gw«no by ic gangs by time it was Ught that morning. The Bites boys went by with ther hounds like they was gwine a huntin', and pap lowed if they was fool enough to carry ther dogs he wasn't gwine to take nis'n, it was toodnngor- some, they was shore to ruu in the way of a big log nnd git kilt or crippled. Y m sen they are no.dn'-around for rabbits, and they think you are turnin’ over tho logs to git ’em, and you enn't skasely beat Viu out'n the way. Maw she fastened up old “Scrouge," and “Tige," to keep ’em from follerin’ of us. sits lowed she'd ruther they'd howl all day m to git kilt; and.shore enough Torn Bates' old -Bulger" got run over and kilt, aucl Cap Dewberry's little bendi-leg lice git crippled. Milludy Jane and Anu Epzi and t’aledony waa longer we’uns, aud we all went by the newground to see ’em at work, l’ap aud buddy was already thar: they are both brag hands at a log roilin’. Buddy's ekle can't be found, fur as liftin' is construed. It was gin up thar that day, that he could heat airy two ou the ground. Most all the cettloment b >ya was thar, Jake Loft is, lay R>bersou, Cap Dewberry. Lum Gabriel, Jim NVlirglRs, and ail that gtug. and 1 tell you they w tsacleer- In' that land in a h urry. Home was pilin’ bresh, som* rollin' logs, soma pilin' ’em in heaps, sum * gwine along tirin’, aud the b'axse was nigh and red, and the smoke retched the •ky. All of 'em had ctV ther coate, and ther faces looked like the blood would |op out, 'cent a tew that was black with pine smoke. Miliudv Jane boliersd at Jake Loft<s; “Hey Jake, what makes your face so black?'' “Knxe smoke follows pretty folks," says Juke, iheu they all hollowed and Uughed bekaae Jake is monstrous nglv. They was all mat in’ a now- •rfut fuss, hollerin’, wmoptn', laughin’, and Bingin' loud ai they could bawl; aud havin’ fuu ruunto' rigs aud jokes on one another, ano they had tormented one poor feller tell he was mosi re tdy to cry, and pap lowed tbe fust one said another word ua him hu'd slap the life out'n him, so they let him alona quick, for when pap speaks they kuovr ha means what be says. They wasn't skase of whisky, bnt it tuck eiu a time gittin' of U. They sent a feller wiia a jug alter it, and he sttyed so loug they B»mt another teller alter h’m. and tbai’n stayed so loug they sent ibo third msu 'fore they got any whisky, and he found 'em both tight, and by tue tlm* ue got back with the jug he wasdrank'n airy one. Soma of ’em most kilt theyselves tryin’ to prove they was as strong as Bad Unnillon, and some was sharp enough to let t'otnen do the liftin' and they do the gruatin'. O.d Mm Hasher waa as proud to git them ashes as old Hasher was to git ids ground cleered; she kep a gwine on a oat th*ui good uickry aud biack*j.tok asher, wait strong lye they'd make, and how sbe was gwine to make her soap in the light ol tb* mam in March, an l »tir it with aaaefark stick and not Mow uoto !y else to letch it, slu turn it oack'ards. We gals wheeled in atd sect, got the quilt out. Aft-r while 11 c tueu fo'ks come to toer a.nner; they stopped a. the branch and wa*h~d 'fore they got 10 tue h mse. Tne Hamers bat j-at ever'tblng tor dinner you could n itu-, and as pap say*, “the whole face of the y*th Ik vend with mm km pies," and I do believe pap wouldn't nave thought it waa a log roilin' without them oumkiu uiea. He eajla it “wood nil* pile aud et it—them as wasn't too drunk to eat— ar.d they all neared to have a siabt of fun. Jrs tet Bud Hamilton, or Iky Roberson or Jake L j Us airy oae open they montbe and ('others all lauehed. You mougbt have thought atter rojitn’ all them logs, and pilin’ all that bresh, them boya would be too tired to play, but I j<;s wish you could have saw 'em. A few of’em sot about on tbe wood t>ile t too shatne to come in, but thar wasn’t no shame in t'others. Buddy, and Cap Daw* berry, and Iky Robernoo, and Buck Simpson, and Joke Loftls and them cau look a male out’n couutenance, they haint afeered of nothin’ nor nobod.v: airy one of ’em tan walk right up to a gal they never have saw before, 'ta'otit any in’erduction ani talk to her like they had knowed her allers. Jake bethought he was “inightv roach of a mau" that night with his new blue breaches his niawhad wove and made for hitn. Theodosia Williamson— th»y call her “Dost*"—is a good hearted, fat. simple minded sort of a gal. and she was inkin’ ou about Jake, Utuchin' at ever’tbmg he eaid, and t'o-hers all inakln’ fun of hex ksse they know ?d in reason he didn't keer a straw for her. Ther wasn't cheers enough for all; some was seUlo’ on the beds, and some of tne gals seltiu’ in one another’s laps, but the big-^eftt part of the gang was standin’ up -Jake he whs settin' on a three-lfgv^Al stool a -d some of the boya was tryin’ to make him g’tnp. “I sbant do it,” says he. “Oh, git c Ja'te,” my* Jin* Wiggins, “git up and gin Min D jsb th »t ar short." Jake he patted nis k**ee aud low'd: “Coma h**ra I) rm and set on my new bhn breeches." ‘Shet y*ur mouth,” says s ie, “I s*y it, I haiut a gwine tod »it, you thin? yem air mighty smart Jake Lof is " * Oi! com<on Dish,’’ s*-ys Jake, still puttin’ hi3 knee, “com* on j'ou know you want to.” “Isay it," says she. “you can’t fool me Jake, you know you haint in yearn **rt, I’m not a g wine to do no aich & thing.’ “Oh! cotnc on," says Jake, “come on Dosh and set on my new blue breaches." "I ray It," says she, and sidled lip to him and floppfd herself down on hia “new blup breeches. I know yoa'uns won’t believe that, bnt its so, and it made Maliudy Jane tumble mad. Its the talk that her and Jake Is engaged. Laws, l aimed to tell you how they played and sung and kissed (t'other*, not me), and danced tel alter midnight, and about Gap gwine home longer me, and a power that I haint got time to write, fur its gittin’ too dark to see how to spell, so no more at present. Yonrn, Dm? Hamilton. To follow their example we protracted our frolic far Into the night, and played some of the old-fashioned garnet. Mirth and happi nass reigned, and before the good nights were said it was announced that our next meeting *.h til’d be at Oolone? Brandy's. (Nut week, ••Halt Hour Pr.roRK Pjuucnixo." A llumarfat Shoot In* Qo»lt« f a Ucorgta. John Paul's I homasrllle Letter. Tho birds h»ve pledly of coier and feed here, Tho oM cotton plantations, abandoned, furnish Held* of brr-ormcdpe which tho birds affect lator on Hit Just now they aieintbe plno forests, where fhey hold high revel on a delicious seed found In the fallen onus. Hut, after all, this southern qusil Is pretty well able to take care of himself. K<>bortof theHouthis In no uncertainty where ho is going whou he gets up, nor does ho take a roitdaUmt course to get there—he Just goes cross lots Nor docs he acquaint >ou beforehand with the direction In which he Intends to fly. there 1< the whirr At a thousand buzz-saws, tho rattle *>f nti express train, tho rush of miiMliurt'' of rocket*—-uid where you falnUy saw a h« vy of brown gboM»ln the air you nowr ree noth I g I Is all vrry well fo talk of killing every bird that gets up. •reri n of hrirglng uine outof ten to bug I'll b*ck the man who takes all (he shots that offer aud is reasonably Miroof—say seven out of teu._ Not all teat aro hit got to bag, you, Theto January birds don't i iu a vital mark . mind a stray shot or two, place, and to a'op th»-m full Iu their mad career you have to b« on them—dead. You will not In frequently pick ti you thought yon P birds loug after the shot, that had dean ml wed. 1 — Had. From lho Waynesboro, Ga.. Citlson, Oue ol our jurymeu during court week, who waa dressed In hhHuuday harness, started out a half plug of very lino tobacco on a trip Around the bar. It came back to him In a qtuch diminished form. Afterslttlngall day toserve his county, and when court had adjourned In the evening onr Juryman took his way up tho street, and when about one hundred sards from tbe court house, Acting Sheriff Joe Bell sung out his name lustlv from the courthouse door. Concluding that ho was wanted quick and wanted bad, be struck out at a double quick to answer the call. Enter* log the courtroom he looktd around, and as no one seemed to notice him, he approached Sheriff Bell and asked If he did not call him. “Of course, 1 did.” replied tbe sheriff. “Well, what do yon want?” asked the Juryman. “Oh "raid tho sheriff. “lh«se gentlemen only wanted to know If you had any mote of that good tobacco.” Tbe Juryman's Nco assumed an appearance which would hsvo been a good aubjsci for a photographer. Ho left the court house with the air of one pondering upon the subject of tho “total depravity of man.' r A Trial Timaf*. Waco, February 13.—A tornado occurred here yesterday. The residences of Or. Burolson and Mr. flora, wero blown dewn. The music room at the Waco university waa blown off Its brick foundation. ▲ large amount of fonclug waa rulued. The vllle the heaviest rain of ibo wlrocr occurred and much damage waa dono to s'o'k in the bottom landa AU tne trains are ordeied abandoned at this place. Thero aro heavy washouts on the Iu- terim local railway, uear Menoala. Tho Texas Pacific U washed away, abent two miles west ot Sherman, aud all commuulcAtlon is cut off ex cept by wire. CatitHa i at* u* mat*. From tbe Philadelphia Record. Twelve million dollars' worth of property was burned up iu the United Buttes iu January. The _e by floods In February will hardly fall below this sum. If this sweeping gait of wet and dry misfortune ts to be kept up for ihe balance of the year it will cut a big slle^ out of our profits. SHE WOULD NOT COMB. Based on au incident of the Cincinnati flood, r * ported in this morning's CoNitmmox. Tho crue’ waters rise aud awell, Daahlcg along in angry tide! "dee. see! A house is floating by, A woman clinging to its side! “Quick, quick! the boat! row to her aid’ Ol hasten ere U be too late!” Ab! braver hearts wero never made Than those that for her tcscuo wait. “Come down, come down!" they pleading cry, “We pledge our Uvea your life to save.” She answer* not. her stony eye Fixed on the dark and angry wave. “Come down! why th*ow your llfoawaj* Bee here are willing hearts and true; Brother* we como.'this Larful day, We'll tharo cur little all with yon." “Nay,” she replies, with listless air; "I choose to go on with the tide. Go give yonr help to others near, And God above with you abide.” “Nay, we will rot! Come down, we say! Come, for your friends at d loved ones nigh." “None, Bone! God's taken all away— My pretty babes in silence Ue. *'Lte down below, b< neatb the wave. The cruel water swallowed alL Talk not of life—talk of ihe grave, 1 gladly wait to hear its call. “O, let me drift! I would net leave Myf ur sweet ocea so lately gone. Go back, aud eeaae for me to grieve— Jastiet us qulcuy pas* on!” Of no avail beseeching words; Nor will she from her loved ones part. Onward itd.if •—ibis floating tomb! O. God! take home this broken heart! L. W. R. PRETTY GIRLS ON ICE. THE >CE CARNIVAL. A** MONTREAL —SHAKES ANO TOBOGGANERS. PeierfpM.s of ts. Olrl. of Cooodo—Holf o Dons TS1.S.OD..O of Clomtoe-Tbo EnfU.S Conodlon and (So French coooduo. Montreal, Febmsry 11.—Tb* streets of Montreal were alive with New Yorkera until near daybreak. It was dangerous for one Gothamite to acknowledge bis nationality to the others. They mobbed him, end insisted upon drinking to the stars and stripes until dawn. The programme for tbe day was lone and tbe event* so scattered that not even a letter carrier could have got around to all the places on tbe list. There was curling by the river side, tobogganing on tbe hilt, hockey on the college grounds, a madcap snowshne race over the mountain, trotting on ihe new track, dancing at tbe big hotel, and a masquerade on skates in one of the rinks. The sun came out to-day with a glorious burst that set the blanket of snow sparklisg like jewels sprinkled in down. It was fitting that this should be tbe first fine day, for tfcis is the ladles’ day of the carnival. To night they are to show the New Yorkers what un- imsgined splendor there Is in a masquerade carnival on skates. The ladies are the chief features. Tuis old-fashioned granite, snow- blockaded town is novel to a stranger. The sleighs aud furs, the French stores, the European customs, atd the winter sports—these are all oud and interesting; but it is the ladies that attract the most attention. Baltimore must take a back seat and Btooklyn must abdicate in fa vor of tbe greater and more varied beauty of Montreal girls. There ore two sorls of beau ty, aa there are two kinds of girls—the Eng- lisD Canadian nnd tne French Canadian. The English Canadians are beautiful rather than pretty. The French girls are captivatingly pretty. Look at a type of each: The English girl is tall and strongly bniit. She walks with her figure rigidly erect and her bead held up, from consciousness of strength rather than pride. Her cheeks are like the sides of a peach that lisa just begun to ripen. The rose blush blends with tbe pink, that is in turn lost in tho general creamy lint of the whole face. Waves of flaxen or light brown hair certain her forebead, or perhaps, her hair ie puffed into a cloud that projects beyond tier sealskin cap. She has lug deep- blue eyes, eloquent ol good health end good nature, nnd biasing ata touch of excitement. Being an athlete, abe is a model of good lieal'b, aud the equal of. her brothers at the dinner table. Her nose and mouth are not too fashionably small. Tney match her fine stature, anu the healthy, 5 raceful carriage that tell of stout limbs, and eveloped muscles. What a lesson tbe Mon treal girl teaches to the New York mothers who bring their daughters up indoors like hothouse plants, for fear they will not be ladylike and womanly! These robust girls, in modes y, in grace, in softness of speech and femininity generally, are the peers of the daughters of Murray Hill, and yet there is hardly one thut cannot stand by her brother's side in whatever sport he is enjoying. Tbese girls can climb a mountain like deer, they ran akate like the women of Holland, they are et hunid on snowshoes, tbe mad sport of tbe toboggan hills is every-day fun to them. As these words are written they are scuddiDg on snowshoes on tbe bill, applauding the curlers in tho govern ment sheds, driving their ponies at a three- minute gait ahead of their eleigbs, skimming breathlessly down Ihe slides, cutting three, and eights in tbe skating rinks, and bu-tling along tbe streela at a gait that makes s New Yprk men feci as though he was taking root in the snow. “1 didn't knqw my own girl when I came comes rigid. Though it lasts bnt a few eec- omle, they are seconds of strained etj yment. The marquis of Lansdowue opened tho grand slide named in his honor. Half the girls in town wero there. His excellency climbed tbe hill and mounted the steps of the slanting wood platform, fifty feet high and ICO feet long, that gives the toboggans the needed impetu-. While the birchen loy was being putin placebo flungol! bis coat of otter and beaver far, and stood before tbe delighted you-.hs in the full flannel uniform of the Lansdowne Toboggan club. Imagine how they yelled. His companion, Mrs. Searle, wife of tbe president of tbe club, aaton an other toboggan The noble maiquis bent hie nniimbered muscles so as to sit down and wheel his legs under the curved dashboard of bis sled, and grasping the sleoder rail by hss sides, called out. “Quite ready, thank you,” to Mr. Confine, who waa to steer him, and who at once leaped upon one naunch on tbe toboggan, and with a vigorous kick sent it flying down tbe precipice. His excellency was pleased to put up his noble band to keep iris hat and bair from blowing off together. Lord Melgund put hia lordly trousers on either side of Mn. Searle on her toboggan, and Mr. Searle as atecrer leaped on behind and sent bis wife and her blue-blooded escort tearing down the icy declivity close upon the ruler of tbe Canadas. The road was kept clear for them, and they saw no mishaps. They soon departed for the matquerade skating carnival at the Victoria rink, where the rest of the ladies were in command of the festivi ties. They left the joys of the slide to hnn- dreds of rosy girls, who sped down the ice with flushed cheeks, parted lips, and spark ling eyes, each girl leaning back upon the shoulder of her steerer in lull surrender to pleasure. Sometimes one toboggan ran upon another, sometimes s toboggan at full speed dashed into those who were quitting one that had come to a halt, Olliers dosbet out of their grooves and took rows of by-standing men and women off their feet as though a gatling bat tery had raked them; but at all this tbe girls sent np peals of laughter aud urged ihesteer- ers to hasten back to the summit with their toboggans. The marquis, ail aglow, hurried to find Ihe marchioness. With her be went to the rink and opened tho skating carniva:. It was colii and damp there, and most of the ladies assumed costumes tliatwou d admit of the qirtb that heavy flannels produced. Every body—Dickens, Thackeray, Scott, 8hakes peare—and all tho quaint features of Cana dian dress were represented in tbe gliding, weaving, restiesa conglomeration of color. The women far outnumbered tbe men, and skated as fairies are supposed to move. The New Yorkers bid np tbe tickets from $1 to $5 at noon, and $20 when the doors opened, and even then a third of them got left. The Ca nadians were just as persistent. They wanted to see tlio marquis and the New Yorkera wanted to see the girls. A SAD STORY. to dance with her.'saida New Yorker lastnlgbt [ marriage. She accepted hi I had been around with her, walking atont two years ago they wero married. ' The or driving, end she bad tbe usual six. thick- nesses of clothes on. Sbe was a good deal bigger around than I was, and I supposed sbe was bniit so; bnt when 1 met her at tbe ball sbe had shrunk jnst about one-half. I found I could get my arm around her waist, which is a great deal more than I was able to do in the sleigh,” In a window on Craig street there is dis mayed the clothing ot a Montreal girl. There sonly one sample of each ior$ of her gar. ment so that it Is just aa it a girt had un dressed there and gone lo bed in an adjoining room. Consequently the big store window is filled. The New York wouion hang about tbe window all day. First, there is a pair of articles twoaises too large. A New York girl would faint it s man saw them on her. Then there is a pair of ribbed woolen stockings to go over the shoes, end then tbe regular shoes, of a size midway between the New York and the St, Louis average. Then a pair of clucked stockings, garters, flannel drawers an eighth of an inch thick and rna-le to button at the knee, a flannel under-chemise, u linen che mise. a flannel skirt shorter than the two linen skirts, a thick dress, a velvet ba-que, a sealskin sucque, a sealskin cap, a red worsted mulller, sealskin glove., ami silk wristlets. Tbese garments altogether must weigh be- tween twenty and twenty five pounds. Iu the next window are seen several varie ties of blanket or enowshoe suits. They take the place of the dress, basque, and sacque in tho other window. They are made so as to display all the variegated border of a first- quality blanket. The prettiest are tho white ones with the red, green, yellow, and bine borders. The sarqne hosa-big hood tied with a silk bow, and hanging like a pointed bag between the shonlders. Wncn it hails or snows, the girls pull theso hoods over their heads, and the long, cylindrical points stick ing high in the air look very comical. When the girls wear tbese snewsboe suits they put on the buckskin moccasins trimmed with col ored porcupine quills* in the place of arclica “I dressed up in the full rig of a girl friend I'm staying with,” said a fourteen-year-old New York girl yesterday, “and it made me waddle like a big Dutchman. I couldn't g ' my kneel anywhere near each other, anil felt as if 1 was in a steam bath. One thing is certain, you can't get hurt when you are dressed that way. 1 felt as if it would be perfectly safe to go on the roof and roll over on lo tile sidewalk. You feel as if you were done up inside a hall of worsted.’’ , But the Canadian girls Hud no trouble about locomotion. They walk very beauti- fully, an.l the impression of etifluessaml un approachebiehfu that they give to a stranger belles their natures. Tbe young tutu say that they thaw right out id the society of any man that pleases them, and are as anient in affection at they are enthusiastic in sport. The sport they like best is.tobogganing. A toboggan ia nothing but a thin, fiat board, curved upin(runt, aud provided aitb handles at the sides. The young men build slides on the snow down Ihe mountain side, coat them with ice, and then ride tbe girls down them for hours et a time. One yonth said to day that having to drag s forty-pound toboggan up tbe mountain, hour after hour, was what drives the men to drink. Up on the top of the slide, which iiderkcd at the sides by ev ergreens and lighted at night with torches stuck in the snow, the girl gets on to the to boggan. stows her legs under the roll of the board ahead, grasps the side bandies, and holds her breath. The young man gets on behind on oue hanneb, with his right ltg free to neer with. He edges the slender board lo the edge of the precipitous alley of ice and gives a strong kick, and down they go like a shot from a gun. There is a second's pause, then s whirl tnd s roar, and a minute of bated breathing ss tbe slender tied shoots in iu groove ot ice between tbe black lines of spectators. It is a dangerous sport, but there is a secret about it, A ride on a toboggan is likes galvanic shock. The friction of the rapid motion on the thin board over tbe rough ice eiectriffea tnd thrills Ibe rider. Every nerve tinglee and every muscle be A Mistreated Wire Dies la a IlM.IUl-S Trass Olrt Dsesrted hr lie. father llswaa. a Sms Tus Constitution hoe a sad story to relate this morning. Four years ago there came to Atlanta e man named William W. Harris. He appeared to be in good circumstances, and was accompa nied by his wife and daughter, tbe latter a young lady of fourteen or fif teen years, named Lacy. The trio secured board and remained here a short time. No one knew whence they came or where they were bound for. Sud denly one day the father and mother were missing, and the daughter, who wee a beauti ful and refined young girl, was left alone. She knew nothing whatever of the mysteri ous disappearance of her parents and was at a great loss as to wbat to do. In her helpless condition she was taken in as a nurse in tbe tamily of Mr. Press Bsiley, and was in service there for tome time. While there ahe lormcd the acquaintance ot n young tinner named W, H. McKinnon, who showed her marked attention, and qt last proposed 'age. She accepted bis proposal, and ' years ago they were married. The honeymoon was barely wining,however,before tbe young couple became involved in internal strife. The btubandwas crnoland exactingsnd finally the wife left him. She found refuge In the benevolent home and there became a mother. Sbe was induced to return to her husband, bnt hia cruel treatment was re newed and she waa forced to leave him again. She learned of the whereabouts of her father in tbe meantime and wrote to hint He sent her money and sbe went to Mobile, where sbe fonnd her step-mother, her father having entered business in New Orleans. She found it liiipotsible to agree with her atep-motber, and returned to Atlanta, where she again renewed her career as a servant. She was again persuaded to go back to her hnaband. On the day the Kim ball house was burned sbe gave birth to a baby boy, the first child having previously died. The husband was still unmindful of his duties, and tba young wife's existence was still a burden. One night during the se vere freeze just before Christ mas the crisis came. McKinnon went home drunk and raised sneb a disturb ance that the police were cent for. Officer Mercer responded and took tbe unruly hus band in tow. He begged so persistently, however, that the officer allowed him to re main at the bonse on condition that be would go at once to bed and would not get up any more. Theofficer had hardly passed beyond bearing when McKinnon turned upon his wife, and with an oath, said: rSo you would have me arrested I” with that he knocked her down end kicked her. Mrs McKinnon, aa soon as aba could get ont of the clutches of her husband, took her child and left the house, accompanied by a small boy named Watkiue, who lived in tbe house. The night was as cold as could he, bnt in spite of that fact the rain waa falling furiously, Mn McKin non proceeded to the boose of Mr. 1’ \V. Pittman where ihe bad at one time been em ployed. She was in a deplorable condition anu it was thought at one time abe would die from tbe wounds received at tbe bands of her husband. Her system became deraDged from exposure and at last she was sent to the city hospital, Mr. Pittman being unable to provide for her. From the city hoepitelshe waa taken into the benevolent home and was given every possible attention. 8he was taken into tbe institution on the 1st of January end bas grown Steadily worse since then. Day before yesterday the died, leaving her little baby, six month*old, in the care ot the matron of the institution. Since tbe woman has been at the home tbe managers have been in correspondence with her father, who, it develops, ia connect-d with the New Orleans Times-Deinocrat. He has sent her small stuns o( money once or twioe and has written very affectionately about his daughter. He was telegraphed two days ago that his daughter was dying, and answered that his wile would come on im mediately. Mrs. Harris was expected yes terday. Instead, however, a lett« r cam* an nouncing that she was sick and could not eo*ve and that Harris could not come, as ha would lose his place if he left it a day. He was telegraphed yesterday ef his daughter's death and a reply as to wbat disposition should be made of the body is expected to* The young woman's husband hax not turns up yet. The b%hy is an exceedingly handsome child with a bright face and large, deep-blue eyes. The matron of the home says he is an un usually good child aud U a great pet with all about tbe place. The little waif will make a deep impression on anyone who sees bis soft baby face or feels the waxen touches of his dimpled hands. A merchant st Austin. Tnu-* Hebrew by the way—'idrerthed to give five per ceni of *11 bl« *aies fr »m January to July to the various churches iu Au»un, the customers to direct io what church the perocbtaa* ».f hi« purchase abt.ll go He till offers a prise of f 10 a month to the ebu eh whom rsvia- bers spend the most money withhlm.