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ON THE POINT
OF A PENCIL.
There are many things on the tip
of a tongue, or point of a pencil,
that never get any farther. Wheth
er it is wise for them to get any
further or not, is a question that
cannot be readily decided under
the circumstances.
One is frequently suspicious of
the verity of spoken words, of
conventional phrase and outward
appearance. These things are not
always to be trusted, you know, if
one is in search of the absolute
truth. And there is a curious long
ing in human hearts to know the
real contents of neighboring hearts.
Our neighbor sits down and tells us
a lot of guilelessly conventional
things and assures us that they are
his really, truly thoughts about
life. But all the while he is talk
ing his tell-tale eyes are shifting
around to the curtain which hangs
in front of the inner sanctuary of
his heart. And we know by the
apprehensive look of him that
there are some small imps, or an
gels—maybe both —concealed there
and that he wonders if they will
not peep forth and betray him in
an hour when his vigilant thought
is off guard.
When we thus perceive his polite
v deception, and realize that there
are some “enfants terrible” behind
this conventional mask in the way
of impish fancies and queer whim
sies, our curiosity is instantly alert.
We listen to what he says with but
indifferent attention. Our eyes
also become intent upon the cur
tain and we become absorbed in
expectations and speculations. We
wonder about the experiences, am
bitions and various heart throbs
that lie behind the reserve of such
a man. And our curiosity is not
idle or impertinent. Our own in
ner mental domain is perhaps in
habited by a lot of curious little
spirits whose freaks and whims we
do not quite understand, and the
study of our follow-man who is sim
ilarly afflicted, may lead us to know
ourselves.
Thus we are quite disinterested
in away. It is merely a curious
and deeply interesting study for us.
And our patience and ability to
■! 1 understand, is finally rewarded. It
*,< may be sometime just at twilight
IB before the lamps are brought in,
that we get a first real glimpse in-
Sk* to this mysterious unknown of our
friend. The twilight time is such
a traitor to reserve. The firelight
flickers in an uncertain way on the
wall, half veiling the pictures,giv
■ q ing a look of pink sentience to the
E pallid bust of Pallas, and touching
F the curtains with a look of richness,
■J as of ancient brocade faded with
time and heavy with memories.
fcyC Outside the world of daylight is
indistinct and far away in the gray
shadow.
1; «• All the world’s a shadow, and
f ' our friend, thinking this, forgets,
rh perchance, that we are not shad-
I# ows, too; forgets that there is a
I £ morrow when one may be sorry
I ' that twilights are sweetly sad and
L ~ that shadows are cheats and tell
tales. And forgetting all this, and
i : having a shy yearning for the warm
touch of a human companionship
in this shifting world of twilight
gray, it is then that he will open
his little living room, his own small :
den, and with an awkward hospi
tality will ask us to enter and
warm ourselves, and cheer him, by
his fireside.
Ah! we are in at last, and you
look about with delight at the odd
conceits of fancy and the quaint
furnishings we find. And here are
these reluctant little imps of
thoughts coming shyly out in a
funny little procession. We smile
at them indulgently, and he looks
at us from the corners of his eyes
as if to question us, being distrust
ful about his power to judge in his
\own domain. He being reassured
by the kindly light of eyes, seren
ity comes to brood upon the hearth
stone and a feast of reason and
flow of soul ensues. It is a feast
that would provoke the scorn of an
epicure who floats above the clouds,
but it is sweet and wholesome to
toilers among the rocks and clods
of realities.
Presently it appears that we, all
unconsciously, were carrying a pet
notion around with us, hidden
somewhere in our vesture, for here
it skips forth presently to play at
hide and seek with the imps on the
hearth. And then, of course comes
the inevitable fight and the two
freakish factions are warring with
each other for all the world like
the respective, if not respectable,
monkeys belonging to two rival
organ grinders.
Peace is restored, and a period of
silence ensues. The fire grows low
er: it has been a long time dark
outside; the mischievous imps grow
drowsy and finally sleep. Then come
slim, shadowy, white spirits, some
with branches of rue in their
hands, some with olive and rose
mary. They are intangible and
unknowable, for we merely see
i them reflected in our friend’s won
derfully expressive eyes, but there
is a suggestion of the sad, solemn,
sweet and stately things cf life
about them. And their mysteri
ous and chaste grace forbids our
intimate gaze, so we dare not won
| der how they came to dwell in this,
the homo of our friend, and to be
i his household goddesses. But are
j not the soft lips of a wife and the
i sweet cheek of a child more to be
desired than these chill, thin spir
its? The face of our friend is ex
pressionless; there is no answer
there —save in the eyes— ah, those
eyes are two round worlds upon
which are painted past experiences.
In their countries are ruined gar
dens and fallen temples, altars with
only ashes to tell of the fire and
incense that once burned. What
a tender, treacherous thing is life!
But suddenly a silver mist de
scends and blots our view. The
tears come to our eves. When we
see again, our friend is looking at
us with curious, intentness. And
this leads us to suspect—can it be?
—that he sees things slim, white
and shadowy in our own eyes. Cu
rious, isn’t it?
But the fire is out and we must
take up our candles and, with our
attendant spirits, say goodnight
and go our ways.
We have taken a lot of time from
the workaday world of business, of
club meetings and charity woik to
sit here and weave fancies.
But all this was on the point of
my pencil tonight and so got itself
written. There are other things, I '
feel, to be pried into by this same i
point, which will manifest them
selves as the pencil is trimmed
from time to time. It is S'iid, with
truth in most cases, that a woman
cannot trim a pencil properly. I
admit it might be more interesting
and more to the point if a man at-I
tended to the trimming. But in I
this case it is “quod esse demon
strandum.” So goodnight, for,
even discussing men, I am deadly
weary (as I have been in times
past) and my limp body is likely,
to be impaled upon this same pen
cil. So to avoid touching my own j
heart and to be able to touch other
hearts in future, I will now rest — '
and also give you a rest. Here are i
the tips of my fingers through the ’
curtain, and—goodnight!—E. C.
in Evening Constitution.
John Silvey, one of the oldest
and best known citizens and mer
chants of Atlanta, died last week
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A HARD UNCLE.
. Multi-Million arie Takes a Mort
> gage on His Nephew’s Home
for a SSO Loan.
Cannahon, 111., Feb. 26.—“ Yes,
sir, I am a nephew of Russel Sage,
the New York millionarie, and I
have just borrowed SSO from him.
for which I gav? him my note, pay
able in three months, with inter
est at 6 per cent. To secure the
payment of the note my wife and
I have given a mortgage on our
home—house and—lot in this
town.
“Why shouldn’t I borrow money
'of my father’s brother in prefer
ence to any other money-lender?”
So spoke Elizur Sage, who is one
of the two sons of Russell Sage’s
brother, who was also called Eli
zur.
Elizur Sage, Sr., now deceased,
was older than is the New York
man whose millions run nearly to
the one hundred mark, It was the
older brother, Elizur, who loaned
Russell funds to move from Rome
to Troy, which was his start in the
road to a fortune.
Elizur Sage died here a few years
ago, leaving a farm to his nine
children. Elizur, Jr., converted
l his share into a town lot, and this !
lis the property on which Russell
i Sage now holds a “blister.”
Two Lives Saved.
Mrs. Phoebe Thomas, of Junc
, tion City, 111., was told by her doc
. tors she had consumption and that
there was no hope for her, but two
bottles of Dr. King’s New Discov
ery confpletely cured her and she
says it saved her life. Mr. Thos.
Eggers, 139 Florida St., San Fran
cisco, suffered from a dreadful
cold, approaching consumption,
tried without result everything
else then bought one bottle of Dr.
King’s New Discovery and in two
weeks was cured. He is naturally
thankful. It is such results of
which these samples, that prove
the wonderful efficacy of this med
icine in coughs and colds. Free
trial bottles at H. 11. Arrington’s
Drug store.
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SUMMERVILLE SCHOOL.
Deportment Grades of the Girls
for Febuatry,
May King 100. Lucy Street 100.
Julia King 100. Kitty Henry
100. Lucile Roan 98. Annie
Belle Roan 99. Daisy Kellett 100.
' Mary Millican 100. Bertha
Roan 95. Kate Cain 96. Mattie
Wilson 100 Annie Wheeler 96.
Minnie Henry 100. Annie Mal
lett 100. Mary Sewell 100. Ana
Bryan 100. Ella Millican 93
Annie Cleghorn 98. Ethel Dunn
100. Mary Wilson 100. Effie'
i Rhinehart 100. Roxy Harris 98 '
| Lula Jenkins 100. Lou I
' Eubanks 99. Janie Morton 100. j
Myrtle Crumley 100. Ora j
Crumly 100. Alma Sewell 99.
Bertha Sewell 100. Jimmy Lee
'Lively 98. Bee Watters 100. Min
in ie Watters 100- Maude Lively
i 100. Minnie Sewell 100. Mary
! Edwards 100. Louise Kirby 99.
i Hattie Bale eones 97. Floy
I Milner 98. Mo lie Rich 98. Al
! lie Rich 98. Alice Jenkins 98
Alice Rhineheart 99. Effie
Mallicoat 98. Joe Mattox 98. -
Jessie Thurston 97. Beulah '
Shropshire 99. Della Butler 96, 1
Nell Henry 99. Yirdie Dalton I
98. Maude Sewell 100. Girtie j
j Rhineheart 100. Nounie Jenkins,
.96. Lillie Woods 100.
Tribute of Respect.
Died Febuary 15, 1897, Mrs
Martha Harper, aged 71 years. I
She came from North Carolina
sixty years ago, and spent the re. i
mainder of her life in Georgia.
She has been a faithful member
of the Methodist for fifty years.
She died peacefully after only
two days sickness. The funeral
service was conducted by Rev J. T
Davis, at Macedonia’church. where
the interment occurred. So mother
has gone away to the far off home
of the soul, never to return, but we
hope to meet her where the faith- i
ful part no more. Bereaved Son.
Children Cry for
Pitcher’s Castoria.
Children Cry for
Pitcher’s Castoria.
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FLOWERS.
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She was rather thinly clad and
a great toe peeped from a hole in
one shoe. Her features were neith
er comely or ugly. Her eyes were
big and beautiful. She was proba
bly ten years old.
The girl stood on one of the walks
in a park on the eastern side of the
city She was gazing intently at
something—so intently that her
eyes were a bit dimmed with tears,
but they were tears of neither sad
ness nox jov. Occasionlv she
would take a faltering step in the
direction in which she was gazing.
The gardeners were digging up
the flower beds and putting the j
routs and bulbs away for the win
ter. Many c-f the plants were still in
bloom, and they lay about on the '
ground in huge bunches and piles. ,
Around the workman six or sev
en little girls were standing and
gathering the flowers into their
arms and aprons as the gardeners
saw fit to give them away. They
were all nicely dsessed children.
It was all this that the plain 1
little girl was watching, as she was,
probably unconsciously to herself,
drawing closer all the time.
Soon the other girls saw her.
They drew away to the other side
lof the flower bed. Six or seven
: little noses showed a disposition to
I go up, and then the newcomer was
. forgotten and the rest continued
in their play.
“Please, sir, may I have a few
Howers?” a small voice piped. One
of the workmen looked up and saw
the small figure. Without a word
he leaned over and broke a few
Howers from the heap and tossed
them toward her.
A light flitted across her face,
and she thanked the man profusely,
The Howers were not such as the
girls had received, but the little
newcamer did not seem to notice
this. She turned to go, when an
other gardener looked u]> He
caught her eyes.
“Take some,” said he, as she
reached over and gathered more
Howers from the heap on the
ground. These were finer, and the
j big, beautiful eyes gave him mute
! thanks. She was going to take
the Howers home, she said, in an
swer to his question. Her mother
was sick. She had been in bed for
months. She was growing worse
every day and the doctor said she
would never get well. How happy
the Howers would make her.
There had not been one in the
house since she had took sick.
Flowers were far out of the ques-
I tion when doctor's bills had to be
I met.
The other girls had become in
' terested and drawn near one by I
lone. They heard the story. ’
When the plain little girl start
ed to go one of them stopped her-
“Here, you may take these along
. with you,” she said, as she handed
over her own bouquet. It was a
signal for the rest, and the blos
soms fairly smothered the child.
“Heroines, every one of them,
“muttered an elderly man,'who had
been sitting on a bench nearby
' bench, and who saw the p^rfor-I
j mance.
That is, he saw all that took I
; place in the park. He did not;
I know what followed . The mother !
grew worse,and the doctor said
j afterwards that he really believed ;
j the Howers helped as much as the
. medicine to prolong her life until
,the next evening.
When she lay in a plain, cheap
coffin in the h umble parlor the
■ flowers from the park sent a rich
perfume through the room.
This is a peculiar world, says an
exchange. One man is saving mon
ey to build a house, and another is i
trying to sell his for less than it
cost to build it. One man is
spending all he makes in taking a
girl buggy riding and to entertain
ments with the hope of making
her his wife, while his neighbor is
using what money he has in get
ting a divorce. One man escapes
with diseases that flesh is heir to
»
and gets killed on a railroad, an
' other escaped with only a scratch
and dies with the whooping cough.
One man stands off his creditors
and goes traveling or to the springs,
I while another stays at home and
1 pays his debts.
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His Last Bequest.
“My poor friend, you have but a
few hours longer to live 4 ” said the
kind old doctor at the bedside of
the editor of the Ruralvilie Bazoo.
, “Is there any last request you wish
jto make—any direction yon
I desire to have carried out after
you are gone?”
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ing scribe feebly, “to do by us as
we have always done by others, and I
give us as flattering an obituary!
notice as his conscience will per-]
mit him to; request him, too to run
it at th-- top of the editorial col
umn, next to pure reading matter,
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1 which we have never felt able to
I afford for ourself till now, but we
I feel that under the circumstances
lit is a pardonable exhibition of
vanity on our part a—man never
dies but once, you know. And, by
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; stone, beneath the customary state
ment of the facts in the case, the
legend : ‘We Are Here to Stay.’ ”
Captain William J. Clark the
last survivor of the John Brown
raiders in Kansas, died in Hobart,
‘ Delaware county, last week. He
was born in 1840, and when eigh
teen years old, he went to Kansas,
where he served with John Brown.
In 1862 Captain Clark went out
with the 144th New York regiment
was promoted to lieutenant, and
for a time, had command of Com
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