Newspaper Page Text
VOL. V.-NO. 37.
farmers’ Wives.
> writer in Our Continent gives a pic
ture of the shut in and dreary life of
drudgery to which many farmers’ wives
are subjected. Their lot is often little
better than that of slavery to an unsym
pathizing master who takes better care of
his sheep and oxen and horses than of
her whom he had promised to love and
care for with a husband’s tenderness. It
is a shame to manhood that this is the
rule rather than the exception. Let the
following, taken from the article referred
to, be carefully read and pondered :
•‘The farmer works from sun till sun ;
the fanner's wife frequently till far into
the night. Who can compute her dreary
and incessant toil, under all sorts of
deprivations ? It is a toil so excessive as
to shrivel the charms of womanhood, ex
haust the nervous system, bow and
stiffen the frame, weaken the springs of
life, and leave its harsh traces upon
every faculty and organ. Yet she is the
wife of him whose calling is first, most
necessary, and so most honorable, of all
avocations,
“The statistics of the chief lunatic
asylums of this country show that from
fanners’ wives are found the largest per
centage of those whose light of reason
has been quenched in terrible and hope
less darkness. Constant fatigue, monot
ony, want of society, with its social
stimulus and interchange of thought, the
hopelessness of any change of routine,
prove too much to endure, and the poor, i
tired brain reels with thoughts of a
cheerless past and hopeless future. The
horses and oxen plowing in their mas
ter’s field have before them the pan
orama of nature; they breathe the free
winds of heaven; but her outlook is nar
rowed to the four walls of her house,
which in time becomes a prison of tor
ture.
“A leading agricultural paper of this
country, situated centrally, and having
opportunity of speaking for all sections
published these editorial remarks only
two months ago:
“ ‘The fact is, and has been for a long
time, that the farmer’s wife is expected
to do the work of three or four women,
with very imperfect facilities often for
doing the work of one. She must be
cook and provide three hearty meals
each day. She is laundry maid, dairy
maid, kitchen girl, mother, -wife, nurse,
seamstress; she raises pigs, calves and
poultry, and in a pinch helps in the
field. Her husband in his work will
have mowers, reapers, all the modern
machinery —what has she? Just her
two hands, and in nine cases out of ten
her kitchen is ill arranged, and she
must carry water, bring in fuel, and do
everything at a disadvantage. Wh<
ever knew a farmer s wife to sit down in
the middle of the day and rest an hour ?
PYf’T llired man claims this as his
light.”
-•
Machinery and Labor
Mr. Edward Atkinson says that it
lakes 160,000 men, women and children
to make the cotton cloth, the use of
' uich is now enjoyed by the people of
the I nited States, who are the best
clothed people in the world. If those
who do this work were obliged to use
machinery no more effective than the
spining wheel or hand loom, it would re
quire, he computes, 16,000,000 persons
continuously employed ten hours a day
to do the necessary work.
In referring to the matter, the Scien
tific American asks where are those
L’,810,000 people thus thrown out
<>f employment—what are they doing?
In every department of productive
labor, machinery has been and is hav
ing a corresponding effect. The dis
placed millions of mythical hand work
ers cannot have starved to death, or
have been otherwise exterminated, for
there has been a rapid increase of popu
lation in all manufacturing countries,
and the average length of human life is
greater than it used to be.
The obvious truth—obvious, that is,
to all who can see things as they are—is
8o I far from labor, or the
fc n i* lfOr lf ’ lab °r-saring machinery
tutotb h< 7 m ° re and more varied °PPor-
Pav f r r< ‘“ llncrativt work, larger
ducts for ?] Wurke F’ and cheaper pro
uucts for the worker to enjoy.
tefteT?V f mpmor y is apt to beat
son f l llJ 1 ver Y embarrassing results
an emT ? T ial We ’ Thc sister of
la-r bn ♦ cler f7 man , accompanying
for«oU a ,lhnier Party, entirely
and alxl, t - 8 “i } Vas n , ot at her own table,
dinner ' J "s!^' dfor the abominably bad
see sneb i• \ duitc "shamed” to
Os fbli d *? 8 Beut to table. The lady
turn, as much as the other guests.
I>oard ing-house keep
suscenhl 1 any bUt Prctt y rls and
hi Z b 6 y ° UDg meD who faU
‘•getting"^'’’ 6 ,Wr “PPnit«.. She
Dalton CAvguc,
An Autumn Idyl.
The November sun was stealing be
tween the daintily embroidered leaflets
and playing on the ripples of the wood
land rivulet.
The golden rod along the brookside
was disturbed by the flight of some wild
bird, and the sumacs in their cardinal
fezes looked like so many nodding Turk
ish sentinels.
A glorious but brief period, when f
delicate veil of haze hangs around thc
wood, and the indelicate politician hangs
around the candidate to negotiate the
sale of his vote; when the partridge
drums up in the tree, and the suspender
peddler drums up in the northern part
of New York; when the honest farmer
works the harvest field, and the young
lady w-orks the Christmas slippers for
the clergyman; when poetic damsels
pluck the languid ferns, and the unpoetic
housewife plucks the languishing Thanks
giving turkey.
The birds twittered by the brook, and
the squirrels darted along the stone wall
and up in the tree, and the voices of
merry nutting parties reverberated
through the silent aisles of the forest, in
harmony with the sincere but unpoetic
squaw k of the cat-bird.
That’s about the style of a day it was
when a light-hearted couple, tired of
their woodland promenade, sat upon a
fallen tree.
“I am always so happy in the woods,”
she commenced, “especially in the
autumn, as the crepusculiar shadows
steal timidly into the valley, for then I
float back to childhood’s happy time—
“ Glad to hear it,” he replied, rather
abruptly. “I shall bring you up here
often; the air is exhilarating, and will do
you good; and we will gather wild flow
ers and leaves and arrange them in
quaint designs.”
“Oh, you are so good!” she said in
tones of deep, unswerving devotion. “I
would much rather walk here with you
than in thc bustling city.”
“You would?” he inquired, with a
slight tremor in his voice.
“Indeed I would,” she responded.
“When here with you, all alone, I feel
perfectly secure and happy.”
“And so do I,” he chanted, as ho
thrust his hand into his vest pocket and
felt his capital, which consisted of two
suspender buttons and a night-key. “So
do I, my dear, because this pretty
autumn wood is just about fourteen
miles from the nearest ice-cream sa
loon.”
A Bridegroom’s Mistake.
*
The Fall River News tells this story :
Within a few weeks a young man well
known in this city, was married to the
lady of his choice. He loved her dewrly,
and determined to pay the minister lib
erally for the service that united two
hearts that beat as one. When he put
on his w-edding clothes, he counted out
one roll of bills for the minister and
another to pay the expenses of the "wed
ding trip. After the ceremonj/ he
thanked the good clergyman in fitting
terms and handed him a roll of bills,
but, alas, the wrong roll. The minister,
on his return to his home, was surprised
at the munificence of his fee, but, “for
tunately, being an honest man,” he
hastened to the depot, and succeeded in
arriving there before the train with the
young couple left, exchanged the wed
ding trip money for thc intended fee,
and received the thanks of a confused
but grateful husband.
A Coo! Printer.
Rats will fight desperately when death
is the only alternative, and he is a wise
man who keeps out of. the reach of their
teeth. The following anecdote shows
how a man of “nerve*’ ought to act when
the enemy is at very close range. A
printer happened in at a hotel in Sacra
mento the other day just in time to join
a group of men who were waiting to see
a terrier kill a rat. The cage was opened
and the rat most unexpectedly ran up the
printer’s leg inside his trousers. He did
not scream or clutch, but clenched his
hands, stood erect and coolly told those
present to be quiet. “Now he is going
up my knee; now he is up my thigh;
now he has passed to the small of my
back; now he rests. Don’t strike; don't
seize him. Here, take a small stick, tap
gently just above the rascal—gently,
gently. That's it: drive him down easily
—don’t provoke him. Now he moves,
now he turns—press gently; now he de
scends; there he' goes around my hip;
now he turns downward; here he comes
by my knee—there, he’s out.” And so
he was, and the terrier forthwith monop
olized him.
--
A New Ticket.—The Petersburg (Va.)
Index-Appeal asks how Winfield 8.
Hancock and Joseph E. Johnston would
do for a Democratic Presidential ticket
in 1884, and thinks that its adoption
would prove that the war is really over.
DALTON, GEORGIA, SATURDAY, MAY 5, 1883.
A Few Words About Sheep.
There is no domestic animal more
liable to disease than sheep; and yet
with proper care, there is none more
easily kept in a healthy state. Sheep
are tender, delicate annuals, but nature
has provided them with shields against
many dangers. If they have shelter in
time of storms, and especially rain and
snow storms, have sufficient clean water,
there is little to be feared from disease.
Sheep need frequent changes of pas
ture in the pasture season, and the same
rule applies in reference to dry food. It
is a rule applying to all animate nature
that the more refined the organization
the greater need of variety in susten
ance. We do not mean the variety in
classes or kinds of food, but rather vari
ety in that general sense which includes
in means of sustenance all proper ele
ments in healthy growth—care and treat
ment as well as food. We believe every
farmer ought to have some sheep, more
or less, as his means and convenience
will justify. But unless he can give
them good attention, and care for them
well, he is better without them. And at
this season they need special care, so
that they arc kept healthy, and started
into winter in good condition. Oats,
rye and com ouqht to be set apart for
sheep in the winter, and a little of one
or all of them fed along through the
fall. Racks and troughs should bo pre
pared and kept clean. An excellent ar
rangement for feeding is made as fol
lows : Take a two-inch plank a foot
wide ami bevel the edges; then, on each
cd Jo put a four-inch piece even with the
edge on the mu-row side of the plank.
This makes a trough flat and a foot wide.
Then on a line three inches from each
outer edge of thc trough bore a row of
inch holes three inches apart. Bore
them at an angle to correspond -with the
bevel on the edge of the plank. In
these holes put sticks, sawed or turned,
twenty-four to twenty-eight inches long,
and put their upper ends through simi
lar holes in a three or four inch piece,
and have these top pieces joined at the
ends, at proper distances between to
give strength. This makes a rack and
trough combined which may be kept in
position by being fastened on benches
or logs, or it may have its own feet.
Bran, shorts, any kind of ground feed
and salt, or whole gram may be conve
niently fed in such a trough, and hay
and fodder are well secured in the rack.
Os course thc hay must all be cleaned
out before putting the ground feed or
grain in the trough. Sheep will feed
nicely on both sides of such a rack, and
stand in thc most economical and healthy
position.— Rural Record.
——
A Wedding Rehearsal.
Only of late, if I may believe the New
York Telegram, have they commenced
to rehearse w-eddings in that city. Yet I
think the Telegram is mistaken, and that
in New York as in Philadelphia, all fash
ionable weddings have been rehearsed for
many years past. The whole cere
mony is gone through with, except
as to the answering of questions. The
custom is said to come from England,
but wherever it originated, it is very
necessary. A faux pas at a wedding
ceremony is highly disagreeable, ami un
less all parties arc fully aware exactly
what they arc to do at specified moments,
it is hardly possible to get through with
out an embarrassing blunder of some
sort. Yon know-, also, how superstitious
some folks are if there is the least thing
amiss at a wedding ceremony. There
fore, unless the marriage is strictly pri
vate, the rehearsal under no circumstan
ces should be omitted, and, as it is, after
all, not much trouble, I do not see why
it should not be hail, even if no one but
the family and intimate friends should
be in attendance. The minister, it is un
derstood, is not present. The procession
is merely formed and marched into the
room or up the aisle of the church, and
the bride and groom, and bridesmaids
and groomsmen take their places while
it is distinctly explained what is to be
done at each stage of the proceedings.—
Forney’s Progress.
-1 11 • “
A Novel Show.
The announcement of a novel show in
a tent near Hot Springs, Ark., drew a
crowd. The first thing on the pro
gramme was a wrestling match between
a negro and a bear. It was a close and
bloody contest, and the audience was
wild with delight when at last the ex
hausted negro succeeded in dragging the
bear behind the scenes. In response to
deafening applause he presently appeared
again upon thc stage, holding a large bag
in his hands. Thc spectators gazed at
him in silent curiosity. He drew a knife
from his pocket, leaned over, slit the bag
from top to bottom, and out upon the
audience flew a swarm of angry bees.
A wild stampede for the exit followed,
and the negro had a’: the fun to himself;
but why he took th means of clearing
the tent nobody se< ..s to know,
William Patterson’s Will.
William Patterson was a very wealthy
tradesman of Baltimore. In the early
days of Franklin County, Ga., he bought
up a great many tracts of land in the
county, and spent a good portion of his
time in looking after his interests there.
He was said to be as strong as a bear
and as brave as a lion ; but, like all
brave mon, he was a lover of peace, and,
indeed, a good, pious man. Neverthe
less, his wrath could bo excited to a
fighting pitch.
On one occasion he attended a public
gathering in the lower part of Franklin
County, at some district court ground.
During the day two opposing bullies
and their friends raised a row and a gen
eral fight was the consequence. At the
beginning of thc fray, and before tho
fighting began, Billy Patterson ran into
the crowd to persuade them not to fight,
but to make peace and be friends. But
his efforts for peace were unavailing,
and while making them, some of the
crowd hi the general melee struck Billy
Patterson a severe blow from behind.
Billy at once became fighting mad and
cried out at the top of his voice, “ Who
struck Billy Patterson ?”
No one could or would tell him who
was the guilty party. He then proposed
to give any man SIOO to tell him “ who
struck Billy Patterson.” From SIOO ho
rose to SI,OOO, but not SI,OOO would in
duce any man to tell him “ who struck
Billy Patterson.” Years afterward, in
his will, he related the above facts, and
bequeathed SI,OOO, to be paid by his ex
ecutors, to the man who would tell liim
“who struck Billy Patterson.” His
will is recorded in the Ordinary’s oflice
at Carnesville, Franklin County, Ga., and
any one curious about the matter can
there find it and verify the preceding
statements.
Woman Suffrage.
On the subject of woman suffrage,
Gov. Butler, cf Massachusetts, in his
inaugural message says: “For myself
I believe that that right is given them
by the constitution of the United States.
By the decision of the courts I am over
ruled in my action on this subject, but
not in my convictions. It is an experi
ment in our government which has
never been here practically tried, for al
though women are allowed to vote for a
tingle class of municipal officer’s, yet
there are so many restrictions and im
pediments thrown around it, that no wo
man with a proper spirit of self-respect,
ought to allow herself to pass through
the ordeal to attain a useless privilege. ”
He suggests that election day be made
a holiday, and that local elections
throughout the State be so arranged
that all will fall ou the same day as the
general election. On the subject of
naturalization he advocates that every
judge of a district or municipal court
have the power to issue certificates of
naturalization, and is in favor of con
fining it even to them, for they as neigh
bors are better able to decide from
knowledge whether the facts are true in
the application. It will relievo the
dockets < f the higher courts; and in
closing on the topic he adds that all the
systematic frauds in naturalization al
leged and proved in a neighboring State
were done in the superior courts of that
State.
—
Beauty No. 15.
Among the fifty young women who
were on exhibition at a beauty show in
a New. York Museum, was an auburn
haired Englishwoman. She was No. 15,
and to the management she gave her
name as Mrs. Duke.
She was always dressed in good taste,
and her manners were modest and retir
ing. She would not talk with visitors,
and when they offered votes to her she
refused them.
Tho prize for the handsomest figure
was awarded to her. She entered the
museum on Monday, November 12, and
was there every day throughout the
contest, which lasted two weeks. As
one of the prize-winners she remained
one week longer until Saturday, Decem
ber 1, when she was removed by her
husband.
He said that ne was an English squire,
and had come to this country after his
wife. Her mind had been affected, and
she had left her home and wandered to
Liverpool, where she took passage on a
steamer for New York. Her name and
the name of her husband and his resi
dence are withheld from publication at
his request. He will take her back to
England.
The American Chemist says if owners
of flagstone walks will cover them with
oil when clear of ice, there will be no
further trouble to keep them dear. But
nerhaps thc owners don t want to keep I
them dear. No one ever heard that they I
xii.i —Detroit Free J'rcss. I
did. —_
The English Abmt.—The Irish in the
British army arc slightly more than one- [
twelfth of tho entire
Landlord Tim.
We possessed a landlord once in our
pleasant little Canadian village, and the
said landlord was witty and harmless,
but an inveterate “exaggerator.” Stronger
or friend were pleasantly entertained of
an evening by listening to his impos
sible, though truthfully told, yarns, and
many a guest felt ho received his money’s
worth of combustible cliin, besides his
board thrown hi. He would tell about
feeding bushels of corn to a wild goose
that daily visited his father’s “lower
farm,” and at last, shooting it with a
rifle, found half of the bullet on either
side, split by the breast-bone. Beauti
fully would ho relate his favorite, a
pigeon yarn. Noticing hundreds of this
game in a tree one day, and having only
a rifle he was sorely perplexed as to the
best means of making a fruitful dis
charge. Brains brought into requisition
so plentifully his head ached, quickly
set him clear. Choosing the fullest
limb, he fired, splitting it and the bullet
passed through the limb, their toes
dropped in and held them fast. While
sawing off the limb it suddenly broke
and let pigeons and all into a stream
below. When he reached the shore
again he had ninety-seven pigeons in his
hands and a peck of small fish in his
boots.
“Tim,” said Henderson, a new comer,
one night after Tim had finished his
imaginative triumph, “Tim, I shot at
some pigeons years ago; I had as good a
double-barreled gun as was ever made,
and I saw clouds of pigeons on the
ground not more than twenty-five yards
away. I let go both barrels at the same
time and how many do you suppose 1
killed?”
“Did you say you had a shot-gun?”
inquired Tim.
“Yes, sir; double-barreled and a good
one. ”
“Oh, I don’t know,” said Tim, thought
fully; “say 200.”
“No, sir,” said Henderson, with an
air of satisfied expectancy, “no sir, not
a single one 1” — Detroit Free Press.
Tho Great Comet.
The groat comet which aston'ished ev
erybody by suddenly blazing out close
beside the sun at broad noon in Septem
ber, and which shone brilliantly in the
early morning hours during October,
has not yet disappeared. It may be seen
any clear morning, soon after midnight,
a little southeast of the constellation of
Orion, and it is still so bright that many
persons seeing it far south of the place
it occupied two months ago think it must
be a new comet.
It is not at all surprising, however,
that the comet is yet visible. Some of
the great comets of history remained
visible for many months after their peri
helion passage, and it is doubtful if any
comet ever seen exceeded this one in
brightness when near tho perihelion
point. The question whether the comet
will return next year, or in a few years
thereafter, and fall into the sun, is still
being debated. The best observations
of its orbit seem to indicate that it will
not soon return, and no astronomer of
reputation lends countenance to tlie no
tion that it threatens disaster to the
earth.
Astronomers have to deal with a great
many tough problems, but not any is
tougher than that of determining tho
orbit of a new comet, and few comets
have given more trouble in this resjiect
than the one now visible. Calculations
of its period have varied from a few
months to 200 years, and some compu
tations indicate that it may never return,
but go wandering off through space, to
fall some hundreds or thousands of years
hence, within the attraction of some
other sun, when it may repeat its per
formance of last fall to the astonishment
of the inhabitants of worlds belonging to
another solar system.
Madagascar.
The London .Economist says: “Though
Englishmen may regret keenly the con
quest of Madagascar by France, it is not
their duty or their business to prevent it
in the only possible way—by insisting,
at any risk, that the conquest shall not
be attempted. Let thc French get a bit
of the tropical world if they can. Pos
sibly in this friendly speech the Econo
mist is influenced by the fact that the
attempt of France to subjugate Mada
gascar would l>e likely to involve her in
trouble and expense at least as serious as
that which Holland has found in Acheen.
In a roadless, rugged country, made for
ambushes, and where European troops
would be subject to the ,
heavy tribe, is I
tropolis of the •/„/ and i» known /
200 miles from the <ml njfh all pye ]
to have been ney. European .
itin.
TERMB: SI.OO A YEAR.
4 SVDDCT FBEAK.
The Htory of n New Y.rk Girl and C*
Sudden Disappearance.
The New York correspondent of the
Baltimore American tells this story < a
sad descent : Fifteen years ago a daughter
of a rich and prosperous man, living hl
fine style on Fifth avenue, wont out in a
carriage, ostensibly on a shopping expe
dition. At Stewart's store she left the
carriage, and her coachman waited foe
over two hours, until finally, becoming
anxious, he made inquiries. The young
lady hod disappeared, and though •
great deal of money was spent and much
effort made to discover her, there was no
trace. Ten years passed, and the detec
tive who had worked on the case very
faithfully and axiously rose by degrees
to the rank of police captain. One cold
night, just after Christmas, four or five
of his officers entered the station with
eight or ten intoxicated women in their
custody. One or two were crying over
their arrest and the prospects of aprison;
others were fierce in their oaths at the
interference of the police with their orgie,
while others again were sulky. Stand
ing a little apart from the group of pris
oners the Captain noticed a tall woman
of about thirty, and he saw that once
she hail been beautiful, though now her
face was disfigured by a bruise on tho
cheek and a black welt under one eye.
There was, however, an air of refinement
about tho woman that attracted thc police
captain, and he eyed her curiously while
the sergeant recorded the names of the
prisoners. Suddenly the women beck
oned to him. “Captain, do you know
mo?” was her question. "No.” "Didn’t
you once fry to find Miss Grace F’
"Yes.” "Well, I’m her! I ran away
just out of pure deviltry, and I have had
my full share of it ?” “Good heavens !
Why did you do it?” “Oh, I don’t
know. The notion camo into my head
and I obeyed the impulse. ” “And where
have you been all this time ?” “Right
here in tho ward, under your nose. You
never suspected me, though I saw you
often enough.” "And have you not re
pented-of the step?” “Repented !” and
the word thrilled in the Captain’s ear
like the wail of a lost soul. “Repented !
Oh, God, yes ! But it was too late.”
“It’s never too late.” "Yes, it is. But
its not too late to die.” And liefore the
captain could prevent she hail drawn a
small pistol and shot herself. The poor
creature lived for two days, and when
she died it was in the arms of her father.
The mother had died a few years before
of grief. These are all true stories, and
show how much stranger real life is than
fiction.
First Time In Print.
Miss Louisa M. AJcott, writing to the
Boston Saturday Evening Gazette, gives
some reminiscences of her early experi
ences as an author. She says:
“One of the memorable moments of
my life is that in which, as I trudged to
my little school on a wintry day, my
eyes fell upon a large yellow poster with
these delicious words: ‘Bertha,’ anew
tale by the author of ‘The Rival Prim*
Donnas,’ will appear in the Saturday
Evening Gazette. I was late; it was
bitter cold; people jostled me; I was
mortally afraid I should be recognized;
but there I stood, feasting my eyes on
the fascinating poster, and saying proudly
to myself, in the words of the great Vin
cent Crummies, ‘This, this is fame!
That day my pupils had an indulgent
teacher; for, while they struggled with
their pot-hooks, I was writing immortal
works; and, when they droned out the
multiplication table, I was counting up
the noble fortune my pen was to earn
for me in the dim,- delightful future.
That afternoon my sisters made a pil
grimage to behold this famous placard,
and, finding it torn by the wind, boldly
stole it, and came home to wave it like a
triumphal banner in the bosom of the
excited family. The tattered paper.still
exists, folded away with other rehes of
those early days, so hard and ye® “
sweet, when the first small victones
were won. and the enthusiasm of youth
lent romance to life a drudgery.
A Little Mother-Mrs. Bowers is
three feet high. She lives in California,
with her husband and four daughters all
of whom are ordinary in size. At table
she sits in a high chair. But she is a
rigid disciplinarian, and the children
submit to being whipped by her.
; Thebe are 1,000,000 grown peopleJn
s thifl eounhy
write, but when l>u blic sehoo:
i "mke 1 hemd
/ half 'n mile nwny. _
wins races by mgs o
rtern of » hotff,