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THE RETIRED BURGLAR. Happened to Him One TiigUt Down In a Deep Cellar, “I'm fond of lobsters,’’ said the retired burglar, “bet I like ’em best cooked. And, speaking of ’em cook ed, the best way to eat lobsters is stewed. You take good, lively, fresh lobsters and boil ’em and then you piek ’em out and cut ’em up, not too fine, and warm ’em over, putting in a little water to make a sort of a gravy and a little bit of butter and a little pepper and some salt, unless you put in salt enough when you boiled ’em, and maybe just a little touch of vinegar, though some folks don’t like any vinegar in ’em at all. Then you serve ’em hot. I like to spread a slice of bread and put that on my plate and ladle the lobster out on that. You may think there’s better ways of eating lobsters, but when I have stewed lobsters for breakfast I forgot I’m poor. But what I set out to tell you about was a live lobster. “I dropped down: ono night through a window that I had open ed into a deep cellar. The window was narrow and high up. I guess it must havo boon six or seven feet from tho cellar bottom to the lower edge of it. Os course, a man can’t walk up a stone wall like that very well, and so beforo goipg up stairs I fixed away of getting out easy, in case I should want to go in a hurry, as, of course, might happen. I moved a couple of boxes up under the win dow, one on top of the other, mak ing a sort of steps. When I reached •’ i to k up my bag again, 1 •a ..i t . it at and as I was so ling along for ir : .mottling grab bed my hand, nipped it sharp and hard and hung on. I was startled, sure, but I realized in an instant that it was a lobster. You know some folks, when they ain’t going to cook the 1 d o'-'rs fill morning, put ’em out on the grass overnight or maybe down on tho cellar bottom, \vi to they’ll kop cool and in good on i n, ; d I'd run against a lob ster pat down in the cellar. “When I stood up, tho lobster was still hanging on. I threw out my hand, natural enough, 1 suppose, with an idea of throwing tho lob ster oif, but instead of that I hanged him against tho big zinc cylinder around the furnace. It seunded like hitting a big iron drum with a club. That startled me, too, and when I stopped b > :< to got away from the fin , oo I fell over into the coal bin. 1 i. wr. a narrow t pening in the side of tuo bin where they’d took ns n one board at a time as the coal . there until they’d got • > a board at the bot , l over that and .on too coal. The 10b ..... r ssua sui.t hanging on. I thought 1 imiiio noise enough clattering against the board andjfalling on the coal, but the minute I struck the coal I started a coal slide. From whoro the boards had been taken out the coal sloped up high against the side of the collar. My falling on the io.it of it siarted the whole face of toe slope moving. It made more noise than a load of coal dumping on tho sidewalk. “Stepping out of tfie coal bin, I knocked down tho coal shovel loan ing against it just outside and the big furnace poker. Noise? Humph! Auii all this time the lobster was sail hanging on—you see, it takes me si me little timoto: tell you about ~ ail, but it took miglity little time h r it all to happen. "As. the poker banged down I he: rd folks coming down the stairs from the second floor to the floor above the cellar. Os course there was just ono thing for mo to do and that was to get out. While the folks was coming down from the second floor to the first, I wits making for tuo cellar window, and the lobster never let go till I stepped up on the first box.’’—New York Sun. Convent Hair anil Its Source. Sentimental persons aro very apt to have their feelings harrowed by - phrase “real convent hair, ’’ used so generally in the hair trade. Their sympathies are so easily aroused by j the mysterious and unknown suffer- i ings which they imagine inmates of convents are constantly enduring. Unfortunately for romance the unselfish emotion thus inspired in many susceptible breasts is very frequently misapplied, for at least seven-eighths of the so called con vent hair was never within the walls of a convent. It; ;is much more likely to have belonged to some hardy French or German, peasant girl, only too eager to part with it for tho few shillings offered in ex change. Less than one-eighth of the sc called convent hair really comes from convents, as the term convent hair applies, among hair dealers, to any hair bought from tho heads of young, healthy girls, whether they are nans or not.; Os the real con vent‘hair quantities come from Franco, Germany and Italy. At present, black hair being in great demand, importations are made from France. Beautiful glossy hair is also collected from the con vents of Spain and Portugal.—Pear eon’s Weekly. ; Sensation in Rome! Jssik.. A <*. Liits Immense Stock of Goods at Cost! Eighty Thousand Dollars Worth of High Grade Dry Goods, Millinery, Notions, Clothing. Hats, Shoe s, etc, etc, in Rome at Cost! We throw our Great Stock of Goods on the market, and, to prepare for a change in the busi ness, We Are Going to Sell It. You can buy nything In this House from top to bottom, from front to rear— any article, every piece, parcel, item or IXI ©ct sure At What It Cost Us! When are you coming to Rome? Do not put it off too iong if you want to buy anything. Ihe Goods offered you at Prime Cost, are first-class in every particular, new and up-to-date merchandise and that you can buy l hem as offered is AN OPPORTUNITY OF A LIFETIME. Come to see us. We’ll do just what we advertise. You can get anything in i f immense stock at What It Cost Us. Come at once and save big money on your purchases. Bass Bros., & Com 7 Ll q/ Notice. I have some cattle strayed off the mountain into the valley. I will reward any one in the valley who will put them up and drop me a card where I can get them. They are marked with both ears cropped and a label in the end of the right ear, and branded low down on the right side with J. C. Address me at Sharpe, Ga. J. M. Clarkson. POOR DIGESTION leads to nervousness, chronic dyspepsia and great miserv. The best remedy is HOOD’S SARSAPARILLA. j ames Gray, a farmer living near Little Rock, bet his farm, his crops and everything else on earth that he possessed, with his neighbor, J. H. Hayes, that Bryan would be elected. On Thursday he con ceded that he had lost, and accom panied Hayes to Little Rock to have a transfer of the property le gally made. The payment of the debt leaves Gray a pauper. “Say mister,” said the littl • fresb air child, as she watched the cattle enjoying their cod, “do you have to buy gum for all them ows to chew?” Local Bill. Notice is hereby given that a ; bill will introduced at the next session of the Georgia Legislature entitled an act to establish a pub- J lie school system, for the town of Raccoon Mills, Ga., and for other purposes. Oct 19th 181‘6. A. T. Powell, J. M. Wyatt, Recorder. Mayor. An lowa man bet $lO that he could ride the flywheel iu a .-u mill. When his widow paid th j bet she remarked, sympathetically, | “William was a good, kind hus band, but he didn’t know much about flywheels." So far, the following are all the lid ; preme Court h. by.-:.:;. : W. A. Little, of Musew; e George F. G-ber, of Cobb, Joel Br nbam, of Floyd. Samps W IJrrri 3 , of Car roll. John P. Shannon, of EP art. Joseph Ga a.hi, of Richmond. M. P. Carr of Richmond. Charles C. Hi Idpo, of Ranho!pb. ; John U Ma. in. of Pulaski. I Andrew J. Cobb, of Fulton. 1 John L H >pkins, of Fulton. Judge Bowers, of Bainbrid re. Judge Fish, of Americus. r A KIND HEARTED BEAR. It Lifts a Little Child In Its I’aws and Puts Her In a Place of Safety. Miss Isabel F. Hapgood translates for St. Nioholrs a true story from the Russian of Vera P. Zhelikhov sky.. It is an incident that occurred in 1847, in the Transcauoasian Gor man colony of Elizabetlithal, about 00 miles from Tiflis. A picnio party discovered a largo hear (called Mik hail Ivan’itch and General Top tygin in Russian) on a narrow ledge of rock high up iu a gorge. This is what followed: All at once a simultaneous cry of pity, terror, horror, broke from all. From behind the crag a little girl made her appearance. The tiny col onist was Tor 8 years old, not more. Slio was strolling along, with her arms crossed carelessly on her pink apron. A largo hat of coarse straw, such as all tho colonists, whether young or old, wear in hot weather, had fallen quite over on tho nape of her neck, and surrounded by this au reole, all flooded with sunlight, tho poor littlo thing stopped out on the path which skirted tho cliff on tho brink of tho abyss. Tho poor child was going to hor death in plain sight of many men and women—and to what a dreadful death ! And not ono of them could help her! No ono could either save her or even warn her of her danger. All were condemned to gaze, in active, at tho dreadful event which was on the point of l-i.ppeiii&g~fafP'' fore thoir eyes. The women raised a cry and fell to weeping. Tho majority of them sobbed themselves into hysterics be forehand. The men, even those who had been in battle more than once, who had beheld death and blood, said afterward that they became cold and dizzy, and many turned away thoir eyes in anguish. But those who endured tho ordeal, on the other hand, beheld a marvel. Because of the turn in tho path tho child could not see the terrible fellow traveler who was coming to meet her. She only caught sight of that dark brpwn shaggy mass at tho momont when it almost camo in contact with hor. Tho huge beast completely blocked her road. His left paws stood on the very edgo of the path, while with his right side he almost rubbed the cliff. Thev caught sight of each other almost at tho same momont. Probably a cry or an exclamation on tho part of tho child revealed her presence to tho beast, as he was walking along with his muzzle and eyes drooped earthward. They stap _ ed ihßjjjdiy at eagi other. girl was'petr-ifTa w^fear/tho bear halted, in indecision, noToubt much astonished if not frightened. For one moment, probably, ho reflected, “What am I to do now?” It was impossible to pass without crushing the unexpected obstacle, w’ithout striking it or hurling it into tho abyss. The path was so narrow at this point that ho could not oven turn round on all fours. What was to he done? JDown below tho people waited with bated breath, expecting at any moment to see tho unhappy child pushed into tho abyss. But evident ly that was not the way in which full fed and therefore good natured Mikhail Ivan’itch, General Topty gin had settled the problem. He wished neither death nor harm to this tiny creature, helpless beforo him, with open mouth and staring eyes, having lost through fear all power of crying and awaiting his will in trembling silence. And Mis henka carried out his will. With a faint growl, caused not by anger but by the necessity of putting himself to trouble, ho reared up on his hind logs, strode close up to the little girl, and, braoing his back against the cliff, clasped his fore paws around hor, just beneath the shouldors. Shrieks and groans of despair re sounded from below. Tho ladies, who still continued to gaze with dim eyes, grew faint, hut the men, espe cially the huntsmen, who were ac quainted with the murderous habits of tho boar family, leaped in spirit, and with a hope—a mad hope—for the child’s safoty. They perceived that Mishka was behaving in a very remarkable manner, with all tho caution and dexterity which he could command. They were not mistaken as to his unprecedented goodness. The kind hearted bear lifted the little girl up, carefully bora her over the preci pice, and, turning on the pivot of his hind paws, set her down on the other side of the path. Having performs 1 this gymnastic exercise, the bear, without waiting to be thanked—evidently he was well acquainted with the human race—whirled about, dropped on all fours and proceeded quietly on his way, swaying from side to side and grunting contentedly in anticipation of sweet repose in his lair not far away. * In 1891 the wheat crop of the world was estimated at 2,187, OX),000 bushels, of which the United States raised 612,000,000, cr over fourth.