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The Brakeman’s Story.
A rough-looking man ? Yes, perhaps
lam. Wo ain’t allot' us responsible
sor our outside husk, no more than a
horse-chesnut or a hazel-nut is. The
kind of life I lead can’t be lived in
white kid gloves and dress coats. I
wasn’t brought up with many advan
tages, an*. I’m only a brakeman on the
Rensselaer and Saratoga line. Old
Jones was telling yon about me, was
he, sir? He’d better bold his tongue-
There’s more profitable subjects of
conversation than 1 am. But old Jones
means well enough, and if he told you
to ask me how that stripe of white hair
came on my black mane, I ain’t the
man to go back on him. Oh, you
needn’t beg my pardon, sir 1 I don’t
mine! talkiug about it now, though
the time was when I couldn’t speak of
it without a big lump coming in my
jhioat.
We hadn’t been married long, Polly
and me, when it happened. Polly
vvas a trim, bright-eyed slip of a girl
as ever you d wish to see. She was
one of the waitresses in the Albany
lunch room; and the first tune I ever
set eyes upon her ! made np my
m j U “ j
iZnSbev sheWould t
heart if have
,.
era wi l me, ’ *> °
'•DoVoVreally meal it, Jake?’said
she, looking me full in the face, with
those dark blue eyes of hers, that are
like the skies at nigh*.
‘I do really mean it, Polly,’ said I.
‘Then ’ said she, putting both her
hands in mine, Til trust you. I’ve
no living relation to advise me, sol can
only take counsel with my own heart.’
So we were married. I rented a lit-
tie one-story house, under the lull on
the a height oozy place that overlooked 8 (he^Hudsoo " " ‘
pile at the rear, loi wiute- meant win-
ter in those parts, and the snow used
to be drifted up even with our door-
yard fence many and many a cold gray
mauling, 'tad everything went smooth
until Polly began to object to my
mates at the White Blackbird, and the
Saturday evenings I spent with the
boys, after my train was safely run ou-
to the side track at the junction.
‘Why, Polly, girl,’ said I where’s the
harm ? I man can't live by himself,
like an oyster in its shell, and a social
glass never yet harmed any one. ’
‘No,’ said Polly, ‘not a social glass,
Jake, but the habit. And if you would
only put every five-cent peicethat you
spend for liquor into little Bertie’s
tiny savings bank—’
‘Pshaw !’ said I. ‘I’m not a drnuk-
ard, and I never mean to become oue.
And no oue likes to be preached to by
his wife, Polly. Remember that my
girl, and you’ll save yourself a deal of
trouble.’
I kissed her and went away. But
that was the beginning of the little,
grave shadow that grew on my Polly’s
face, like a creeping fog over the hills,
and that she has never got rid of
since.
It was a sore point between ns—
what the politicians called a vexed
question. I felt that Polly was al¬
ways Avatching me; and I did’t choose
lo be put in leading-strings by a wom¬
an . So—I shame to say it—I went
to the White Blackbird oftener than
ever and I didn’t always count the
glasses of beer that I drank, aud once
or twice of a partieu larly cold night I
let myself be persuaded into drinking
something stronger than beer; and my
brain wasn’t the kind that could stand
liquid fire with impunity. And Polly
cried and I lost ray temper, and—well
I don’t like to think of all these things
now. Thank goodness they’re over
aIK j gone i
rri, 1 licit - aicercoon, ft as 1 T stood l i on tno ..
back B i., t{r)rm ‘ of mv y rar _ ith mv /
1 I , f
. '4 * ° e 1 s noug h i
which the . iron track seemed to ex-
tend itself like an endless black ser-
llfei-the face.
I made up my mind that I had been
hehav j ng j ike a brute.
“What are those senseless fellows
at the White Blackbird to me,” mut-
tered I, “as compared with one of Pol-
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the whole tiling up. I’ll draw the
^ Ue ^ 6re n ° W '
duty early to-night. I’ll go home and
ARLINGTON, GA., FRIDAY, APRIL 22,
astonish Polly!’
But, as night fell, the blinding drift.
of a great storm came with it. We
were belated by the snow whicll
tod on the rails, and when we reached
Earldale there was a little girl, who
bad been sent on in the care of the
conductor who must either wait three
or four hours for a way train in the
cold and cheerless station or be taken
home across n snowy field by some oue
who knew the way.
I thought of my own little children,
“][’ll take Her,’ said I—and lifting
her up I gathered my coat about her,
a p d j Parted for the Jong, cold w alk
un der the whispering pines along the
edge of the river, I honestly believe
s be would have frozen to death if sho
had been left in the cold station until
tbe way train could calLfor her. Aud
when I had left her safe in charge of
heraunt| x saw by the old kitchen
time-piece that it was ton o’clock.
“Roily will think I have slipped
back into the Slough of Despond,” I
sai(i to myself, With half a smile;
-but X’ll give her an agreeable sur-
prise!”
piowin „ (]own amid tll0 snow-driit,
throilgh a groveof pine trees that edged
a ravine at the back of my house, 1
“ praD « ligb f y 0,1 tbe ,lo " rste P’ th ®
door was shut ( . and locked. I went
around to the front. Here I effected
«m entrance, but the fire was dying
on the hearth, and httle Bertie tucked
np in hie crib, called out.
“P«pa, k that you?”
“Where is mamma, my son?’’ said I
Poking eagerly around at the desolate
room.
“Gone out with the baby in her
arms to look for you,” be said,
“Didn’t you meet her papa?’
f stood a minute in silence.
o Lie Btill) Bertie,” said I, in a voice
that sounded strange and husky even
^ my8el{ ..j wil! gQ and briug ber
buc ^ >?
And I thought with dismay of the
blinding snow storm outside the treach-
erous gorges whicll lay between here
and tjie White Blackbird, the trackless
woods through which it was difficult
enough to find one’s way even in the
sunshine of noonday, and—worst of all
—the lonely track, across which an
“express” shot like a meteor at a few
minutes before midnight. Oh, heav¬
en! what possible doom might I not
have brought upon myself by the
wretched passion in which I had gone
away that morning.
The town clock, sounding dim and
muffled through the storm, struck ele¬
ven as I hurried down the hill! Elev-
en—and who knew what a length of
time might elapse before I could find
her? And like a fiery phantasmagoria
before my mind’s eye, I beheld the
wild rush of tho midnight express,
and dreaded—I knew not what. For
all (hat I could realize was that the
storm was growing fiercer with every
moment, and Polly and the baby were
out in its fury!
As steadily as I could I worked my
way down toward the track but more
than once I became bewildered and
bad to stop and reflect, before I could
resume my quest. And when, at
length, I came out close to a ruined
wood and water station on the edge of
the track I knew that I was full a half
mile below the White Blackbird.
And in the distance I heard the long
shrill shriek of the midnight train!
Some one else had heard it, too, for
as I stood thus, I taw faintly visible
through tho blinding snow, a shadowy
figure issue from the ruined shed and
come out upon the track, looking
with a bewildered, uncertain air U P
and down—the form of Polly, my
wlfe with thR Iittle bab y in ber a - ms!
I hurried down to her as fast as ^li 0
rapidly ,T‘ i!!?! increasing ® snow ! drifts aims would wouia
let me, b it I was only , just in time to
dr “ 8 fr « m the place_of peril, and
stand ireat ilesslv holding her back,
while the fiery eyed monster of steam
swept by with a rush and rattle that
„ea, Iy fook our breath a*,.,!
“Poily!” I cried, “Polly 1 speak to
m „n>
She turned her wandering gaze to¬
ward me, with her vague eyes
seemed scarcely to recognize me.
“Have you seen my husband?” said
she. “One Jacob Dotterel, brakeman
on lo^l express?”
“Polly! little woman! don’t you
know me? I gasped.
“And I thought perhaps,’ sho ad-
ded vainnily, “you might havo met
him, It’S Very cold here, and—and—”
And then she fainted in my arms.
The long, long brain fever that fol-
lowed was a sort of death. There
a time wlu u they told nm she
would know me again, but, thank
,God| And Anco she did. that night She recovered I never at have last
tasted a drop of liquor, and
heav. n, I never will again. The baby
bless its dear little heart, wasn’t harm-
afc a "- It lay snug and w arm
on its mother’s breast all the while.
f hadn’t happened to bo close
by them at that instant the night ex-
P ,,osS would have ground them into
powder!
And the white stripe camo into ray
hair npoa the night of that fearful
snow storm. That’s how it happen-
od > ob •
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The Foolish Hen—A Fable.
^ * TIrnwn Hen known thmimh
her ueig i lborhood as a m 0 dest,
liardBOratching , patient biddy. She
never complained of the cold or found
fiU 1 i t with the beat, and no one ever
heard h , r express an envious wish,
Great was the surprise therefore, when
she appeared among the barnyard
fowls one day, and began:
“I’m tired of being alien. It is
nothing but scratch for worms and
lay eggs for the family, Let a pea-
cock pass by and all praise it, but
what member of the family ever have
a word of praise for me? I’m going
be a peacock 1 ’’
“That you cannot be,” replied a
veteran old rooster. fl ; s 1,0 shook the
dirt off his back. “Lou lack in size
alld slla P Cl Naturc lntended you
' V Wj’’[WJress' hke\Veacock’’
persisted the hen. “I’m sick and
tired of these brown colors. I see no
reason why I shouldn’t dress as well
as any other fowl.
Arguments and reasons were of no
avail, and Mrs. Brown Hen walked
away to carry out her progvame. In
, ia hour she appeared among the pea-
cocks with a red ribbon around her
neck, a gay feather over her ear, aud
a red woolen rag tied around her leg.
She strutted about and tried to make
herself at home, but one of the pea¬
cocks stepped forward and said.
“You are simply deceiving yourself
We all know you for a lien. While
you were acting the part of a lien we
all respected you, Now that you are
crowding in where you don’t belong,
arid where neither nature nor educa¬
tion have fitted you, you deserve only
contempt .’1
The hen persisted in trying to be a
peacock, and as she strutted around
in her borrowed finery the cook obser¬
ved her and said:
“No hen with her means could
have come by those tilings honestly.
She was the best hen in the coop as
long as she remained in her place,
but now that she is out of it sho will
he gossiped about and made misera¬
ble, and I will therefore wring her
neck and eat her .”—Bdwoit Free
Press.
A Field of Skeletons.
During tho recent freshet of the
Coosa river it inundated tho farm of
Mr. Frank Terry, near Rome, Ga. As
the waters receded the current became
very swift, and when they reached
tb( , ir norma ] channel tho soil of the
farm bad been swept away and the
c j a y carn0 j 0 the surface. In one of
thcBe wash . onte a buried Indian battle-
field came to view. Skeletons and
parts of skeletons lay strewn upon the
field, washed from their resting places
by the raging flood, aud bones of eve-
iy poi-tion of tho hucuau frame whiten-
ed the sand _ ■» many yards c from the
oa
g p 0 £_ Iu addition to the bones, every
vadety of Indi an beads was unoarth-
( d a large Indian pipe, carved into
the likeness of a human face, was al*
so strewn with implements of war used
by the aborigines and here and there
could be seen remnants of fortification
Many curious sight seers and arebseo-
logisls have visited the spot—Ex.
Broil steak without salting. Salt
draws the juices in cooking; it is de-
Arable to keep these in if possible,
Cook over a hot fire turning frequently
searing on both sides.
A man With a Telescope Eye.
A correspondent of the Boston Her■
relates the following remarkable
story:
j,, q uq j ^ Q j. ^ lCe | c Mich
j ms a vcmarkable eye which en-
flowed with far-seeing powers as the
le^n 0 f an fl00 ident 7 /e is now tbir-
two years of age ,’,,, ‘‘When fifteen
0 , d ’ 0JJ( . ,,..^ 5 »• b o says
, enrtdenlv wisT^MawSSSto imm« Winn
struck mo
f ()rce across my nose and ij<* ° lit oyo
lipor severu | days t]jllt eyo wa g
hiinbed entity and I feared that I had lost its
1 CO uld distinguish
jjght ]j from darkness, but could see no
ol ect
•■Qne fl ;v y .while in the field the
bandage became loosened which was
worn over yie ey© and on looking up
} ^heM thj strange j y mixe d
Tho houS3) whicll was ;v considerable
distance away appeared much nearer.
I shut one eye and found that while
0, 'jects and "distances appeared the
“ as befol ° to tl)0 Icft V*’ wbe, ‘
viewed throu * h ,n y ri 8 bt alone
Uie >' St ' cmed ,mich nearur aild 001,1,1
be secn with « reator distinctneS3 than
before when near to them.
“In fact ns we have sinoo found out
the lens of the right eye was so com¬
pressed by the accideht as to make it
far-seeing and a sort of telescope eye,
as I will show you;” and taking up a
sheet of paper he rolled it up in a
small cylinder, then going to the
window he placed it to his right eye
lo exclude tho side rays of light, and
pointing to a bouse in process of erec¬
tion over a mile from whore we were
he discribed the man who was work¬
ing on the roof and told the motions
ho was making.
Anxious to verify his wonderful
visionary powers, I borrowed a field-
glass from a jeweler, and upon getting
it focused found that ho could seo
better with his natural eye-telescope
than I could with a glass,
I expressed my surprise to him and
congratulated him on possessing such
strong sight, but he Interrupted ine
by saying: “Don’t praise that eye for
I had much rather have it as it was
before the accident, as I can see noth¬
ing near to mo with it; and nearly all
the use it is put to is making experi¬
ments with it for opticians, who hav¬
ing heard of me, come to see about
the truth of it and satisfy their curi¬
osity. I had much rather have my
former good sight but I fear L never
shah, although I’ve been doctoring it
for many years.’’
A Cruel Jcke.
There is an old joke—an old joke
which we have all heard—that was
the means of getting a boy into trouble.
Yesterday evening young Bolivar
went home and entering tho room
where his mother was, exclaimed:
“Say, ma, have you heard about
Mr. Braley?”
“Why, no assured Mrs. Bolivar,
with an air of surprise; “what about
him.?”
“This morning he got up early.”
“Y r es; go on.’
“Wait till I tell you. He got up
early and remarked that he felt very
well.”
“Go on,’’ exclaimed Mrs. Bolivar,
after a short pause.
“Just wait. He said he felt un¬
usually well. While Mrs. Braley was
getting breakfast ho went out and
shelled a lot of corn for the pigs. lie
came back to the house, still saying
that he felt well.”
“Why don’t you go on?”
“Wait till I get my breath. I’ve
run all the way from down town. He
sat downtothe tabic and atethehearti-
est breakfast you ever saw. When be
got up from the tabic he remarked , ■.
again that he felt well. Thenlieturn-
ed around, and just as he got half
way between the table and the water
bucket lie—’’
“Dropped dead!” exclaimed Mrs.
Bolivar.
“Oh, no—turned around and told
his wife that he felt much better.”
“ You impudent scoundrel!” yelled
Mrs. Bolivar, and, seizing a broom,
she knocked the boy down. No one
knows where the joke originated, and
the boy doesn’t care .—Arkansas Siute
Gazette.
Vol. II. No. 25.
FACTS AND FANCIES.
A correspondent asks ns what is the
relation of a university to im ordinary
college. It is a step farther.
It is being whispered around that
Adam was an “Ohio man,” and there,
by tho whole race is tainted.
“You never saw my hands as dirty
as that,” said a petulant mother to
her little girl. “No but your madid,”
was the reply.
“Hands wanted on boys’ pants,” is
tile daily advertisement in tho news¬
papers. “Twas always thus from
childhood’s hour.”
‘I havo been present at many relig¬
ious awakenings,’said the fly, as ho
passed from ono bald spot to auother
in a neighboring pew.
A Missouri man with an ingrowing
nail chopped his toe off. The remedy
niavi'i 1 fails. For sale by all druggists.
Beware of imitations.
It is said if you sit down when as-
si.ih d by a ferocious dog, the beast
will not touch you. But a judicious
man will select as high a seat as possi-
hie.
Tlio farmer understands human na¬
ture who said: “If you want your
boy to stay nt home, don't bear too
hard on the griudstoue when he turns
the crank.”
Finger stains may often bo remov¬
ed by rubbing tho paper thus soiled
with crumbs of stale bread, or with a
fine bit of muslin with a dust of white¬
ning on it, pr with an India rubber
eraser.
Our little four year-old being for¬
bidden by bis mother to eat any more
pickled beets because they might inj uro
him, asked: “Mamma, if they make
mo sick and I die, will I turn into a
dead-beat?’
They had been at the masquerade,
where she had recognized him at once.
“Was it the loud boating of my heart,
my darling,that told yon I was near ?’
murmured he. “Oh, no,’’ she replied
“I recognized your crooked legs.”
A l\dy sent her maid to buy some
fiesh-ccXjored stockings. The’servant
returned with stockings jet black.—
the auger of t o mistress, soon gave
way to laughter when she remembered
that her maid was a lady of color.
A man who was sentenced to bo
hung was visited by his wife, who said:
‘My dear, would you like the children
to see you executed ?’ No replied he.—
‘That’s just like you,’said she; ‘you
never wan’t the children to have any
enjoyment.’
“Father did you ever have another
wife besides mother?’ “No, my boy;
what possessed you to ask such a ques¬
tion?” “Because I saw in tho old
family Bible, that you married Anni
Domini, in 1836, and that is not moth¬
er, for her name is Mary Brown.”
A base ball boy tripped and fell and
tore bis clotfies, while chasing a stray
chicken in a neighbor’s lot. He told
bis mother he hud been sent to tho
grass by a foul. She reached for home
base, and tho youth went out on
strikes, hollowing for the old man to
act as reference.
‘I call you, my friends, to bo witness
if this is Christianity,’ is what the
ministerjwas going to say; ‘but he got
only as far as ‘I call you,’ when a half
slumbering brother in a near pew yell¬
ed out,, ‘Two pair—aces andj deuces;’
but be was promptly suppressed, and
snaked out by the sexton.
A young man with an umbrella ov¬
ertook an unprotected lady acquaint¬
in a raia storm; extending his um¬
brella over her he requested the pleasure
of acting as her rain-beau. ‘Oh,’ex¬
the young lady, taking his
-you wish me to be your rain-
Two souls with but a single
umbrella, two forms that step as one.
A poor memory is a very inconven¬
ient thing. So a man found it who
lately called on a friend, and in the
course of the conversation asked him
how his good father was. ‘He is dead;
did you not'know it?’ answered the
friend. ‘Indeed! I am distressed to
hear it said the visitor. ‘I had no idea
of it;’ and he gravely proceeded to
express his sympathy. A year after
he called again, and forgetfully aske.
“And how is your good father V Tbe
clever reply was, ‘Still dead.’