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COOK & HALL,
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LEAKY!” GEORGIA.
UNCLE A HE, WE’S READY.
Flic ’1’oaMMii iniuicr n» II KhJoj-hI kj
the Whole Family.
dog. ' Itottly *£**, I-«l
pot
enough uOrilL Log. ’pomum, which
was gazing between the slabs at the
rows of fat chickens. The next morning
I turned it over to Uncle Abe, whose
huge, mvsterions month watered at the
eight of the fat'possum meat. I
It was Sunday momiug, made for and the great
p reparsti,ms were feast.
Uncle Abe lived in the wood lot in the
rear of the plantation, in a neat little
cabin of one room, with a home-made 1
chimney cf mud and looked'out slabs i
His front door upon a ;
pretty little pood, whose shores were
lined with cow tracks and snake holes,
and bis l ack yard was forty acres of
well woode d high pine land. ,
About 10 o’clock that morning I was
strolling along the road, taking my con-
Btitutiona] walk when I met Uncle Al>e, *
and hailed him with ’ “Well Abe ’ is the
’possum cooking?”
“Hit’s a narbilin’ sab " he answered I
“don we roas’hit ' and hab dinner about
1 o’clock k m”
“Have von invited anvone to dinner '
Abe ?”
(<XI No, sail; . , but , woman , s mother ,, ,
mv ;
to some * my oder latives wi w
dey own selves, sab, an de possum am
lo ok mighty lonesome whondey
allgits round de tab e Dm lllie Peter ,
an Nar.cy, an a triflm young nigger
named Isaac, an Susan an Jinny, an j
dat big fat a^mau on do hdl an mo aii
Wters law an V//u°lwead CO n nreaa, Vud I reckon dev '
Will sorter help out, Wrind
' 1 2 fftrnl l rt,^«vSvmess ^entallv nerhans 1 ^ to „ 1
get ♦ a wliifi eftne savory mess. '
About ^ i
cabin and took a sly loo h g
window at the assembled feastern in |
prospoctivo. Uncle Abe was si 1 8. ’7
the open fire-place, where a nig pine ,
fire was merrily blazing, his ^eyes “sot
(»m,, k „
1 Till w .is settimr the table.
,ff. ucrspirimr freely ’it wus ex- ,
unininc Sued ‘the the hoe cake to see if had at
proper doneness; his young
sister-in-law was flirting behind her
turkey tail fan, and the aged grandfather
was seated m a hule-bottomed chair,
droning a song with a slapping wrmkled accom
paniment, played with Ins
fingers ou the legs of the chair.
They were all dressed in their best
gear, all looked happy, odor though slightly
lmpatient, as the of the cookery
struck their generous nostrils, and oil
joined in the chorus of the old mans
aong:
mr. song.
De possum am a-roas’i..- in de big. wide pan
(Uncle Abe, «e’» hungry!)
»e ofe«aa «i.i a-watchin’fail oliw’ Mhs can
.Uncle Abe, dais Peter!) her
An’ dc ole woman am got a spoon m ban
An' a pop-eved 1 (Uncle nigKur »ni a-tnilin' wid a fan
Abe. dat a Isaac!)
An’yar an. <le fattest brack Kalin de Ian’
Oh Oh’ my, mv a>"^WAm.tV afndoidAmnv^’ks^nlhtyKrau *UxA.n mighty gran
a
Closo up de doors an’ de windows"now tight as
you kin,
„ *»c
Isaac, you kin sit alonKor side SIibs Susan;
1 ^ ZSP
«. ™,,. ! ,
JSolf There is Zf no meaner ^1 ’thief than tho 1
by his work the < ■
editor very often suffers. He takes ;
rank below the umbrelia snatcher. He
never never has nas a a nencil pencil ill in Mgnr. sicht ile He ask« asks tor for 1
“just minute, to tele- ^
yours, a sign a i
c-ranh book address a stioks’it card and Hi on
with wiui a a business-like uubiuess use air aor sucks it into intonis his I
pocket, knowing that nine imes out o
ten you will never think of the pencil . j
uutil you want to use it yourself, and
then he will bo far away, playing liis , i
game on someone else. They are shame-
less ing. fellows, proud of their"petty thiev- I
show They the throw back their coats to !
you and spoils nestling in a vest
pocket, they tell you from whom
they stole each pencil. We lost the last I
pencil we had iu this world, not ten
minutes ago, by the hands of the pencil j 1
thief. A man who makes a business of
block, hung, drawn and quartered, and * i
buried without benefit of clergy, at the
solemn hour of midnight, in the dark of
the moon, at a lonely place in an awful
f of est where two roads meet, with a lead
pencil thrust through his heart. Here
we are, robbed by a soulless villain, not
a lead pencil to our back, and it may be
half a day before we meet a man from
whose cil to make confiding good braids the we can lift a pen- |
one we lost. We
played poor old Professor Sayitslow lor
that one, he is so absent-minded anv-
body can get away with his lead pencil,
but then he’s out of town. The stars in
their courses seem to be fighting against
ns to-day still A plague on all pencil
thieves, we say.- Burdette.
Perfecting A triad Navigation. —
The late Win. Maxwell, Milwaukee’s
millionaire brewer, left $500,000 to be
devoted to experiments in aerial naviga-
tion. Prof. Charles F. Ritchie, of Bridge-
port, inventor and constructor of the fly
ing machine exhibited in 1878, has been
named as one of the executors for the
disbursement of the first $100,000 for
the perfection and completion of his own
machine. Ideas illustrated will iu Harper's
Weekly six months ago also be
tested/ Astonishing results are prom-
ised,
MY WASTED YOUTH.
"(Jne vou* ai-Je done fait, O row. Jetinoa annees.’
Let mo alone !
I am weeping my wanted youth.
I are weeping the days when the orchard was
white and white
As the driven snow, and I did not go, as
might,
To let the blossoms fall and cover me o’er,
And take the heart of the spring to my own
heart's core.
I am weening my wasted youth
Let >ue alone !
i.» -sees*
‘ •»«*»» u» •■»>'«>■> night. «... I did
And the .ur-Uke ihu nerer ill op for me.
The moons that on rippling waters have
glanced and shone,
And the tender faces I have not looked up .n.
I am weeping my wasted youth.
Let me alone!
Let T me alone , ,
1 am weeping my wasted yonth.
sm "’ eepin k t,ie merry dances I could not
treB ' }>
And the tears of happiness that f did not shed,
The feverish joy, and dumb, delicious pain,
And the lost, lost moments that will not come
again.
I am weeping my wasted youth.
Let me a!oue ■
r am . utqmig " mj * '! , i , N°" „ >•
atn prayinf? f ,,r t logn wl, ° have seen their
youth go by,
With half its sweets untasted, unknown, as I,
^ iiat God—forasmuch as He left the first
bright page j
Of their life a blank—would send them love in
their age,
I am weeping my wasted youth.
Let me alone!
-Blart-woodis Magazine.
_
“q V /1 11 , .> riJDUU TJuttOIl UJi.
onth room witil plants;^ a bay-
wimlow full of blossoming
bright fire glowing behind a burnished
grate; a carpet whose soft, velvety pile
wn s shaded iu blues and wood colors to
correspond with the damask-covered fur-
niture; aud a little gilded clock, which
, , : t Htrn ,,u ni ,ie at niclit— all these
things met Mrs. Chickerly’s eye as she
... - . book ™ and vawned Tmouth as
of
wou ; d adm it •
»Je plump ump^l^aum^djoung fair-faced young
with bright auburn hair, soft blue eyes!
8 Ste,° of
oharm., «hile he, ,|ra» »„It
crimson menno was exquisitely adapted
to lH> r semi-blonde style. Chickerly, look-
“Fanny,” said Mr.
.
0n , I tb “ e T 1 C "^ s leave^ .{^ town’ t ? of ,,
..And And thev they leave town tomorrow to-morrow
morning; and Car ^ absT ^d y seusi- ■
to.all {a “ d
ny I desm. I you t ma a mint i of o call a
u, g.
Well I , t ,] Frflllk r k » non po m d
•
Mis Ch ckerly, but oue cau t think of
..f^L^f^me tSS „
.IS r^ moKSr vou art making sS
a “r; f H ’
*" her ,t Urilv
* business ri-
t T ‘ n fl Saa mv verv erht s C
null-v , r carries % ' in-
fluence with witb ri U ’’
Mrs. Chickerly was silent patting the
tbir/ndtcateSTome velvet carpet with her 1 foot in a & manner
that that indicated indicated some some annoyance. annoyance. annovanee
“I I shall shall have have to to leave leave here here very very early early
ur'eTmri?’ to-morrow morning,” " g ' said ““ her husband, husband,
presently. presently. “To Seenersville, about Aunt ^
Elizabeth’s Elizabeth ^ ^ go , s to t will?” will? ’
“Yes.”
;: “Oh, om I wouldn’t, wo,,m% Frank.” Fnnk."
“Why, not?” „
“It’s such bitter cold weather to travel
in, and Aunt Elizabeth is such a a ,S‘Zi whimsi-
cal old woman, it’s as likely as not that
she’ll she’ll change change her her mind nniid about about making making a a ,
ATi 1 W “ ,J "" *
Fanny, not mine.” ^
tliinsm, but
“My, system, Frank! What do you
( I
things “off off indefinitely, in ,, lofini^v . 2^ and not always in 1
rne , wisest w i 8PR t manner nuti ner. iwui T wish you’d ' break lK '
-
yonreelf of that habit, Fauny. Believe ,
me, it will some day bring you to grief.”
Xows Chiekerlv contracted her nrettv
‘
ey ey t.j '^
t believe ^ being bung lectured lectured,
Alld 1 don * T ei V ofteu ,, lecture , you,
-
m v dear; pray give me credit for that,
. loudldu ^ink
" 1 Y« u were marrying
au au « t ' 1 wbeu Y ou took 1 ho P e ■
“No, my love. I thought I was mar¬
rying a very pretty little girl, whose few
faults might easily be corrected.”
“Faults ! Have I any great faults,
Frank?”
“■* n
great consequences, Fanny,
“If you scold me any more I shall go
out of the room.”
“You need not, for I am going myself <
to pack my valise. Bv the way, there’s 1 |
a button off the shirt I want to wear to-
morrow. I wish you would come lip- ,
stairs and sew it on for me.”
“I will, presently.” j
“ Whv can’t yon come now ?”
“I just want to finish this book; there’s
only And one more chapter.” j
olutelv Fanny opened her volume so res- ! !
that her husband thought it
best Sitting not to contest the question. j
all alone in front of the bright
fire, Mrs. Chickerly gradually grew
drowsy, and before she knew it she had
drifted off into the shadowy regions of
! drea mland.
She was roused by the clock striking
eleven.
“Dear me, Low late it is!” she
thought, with a little start “I must go
upstairs immediately. There, I forgot
to tell cook about having breakfast at
five to-morrow morning, and of course
| she’s abed and asleep by this time. I’ll
be up early enough to see to it myself—
that will be just as well.”
And laving this salvo to her con¬
science, Mrs. Chickerly turned off the
i gas a“ d crept drowsily up the stairs.
"Fanny, Fanny, down it’s past five, and Are
cook hasn't come stairs yet.
yon anre yon spoke to her last night.”
Mrs. Chickerly rubbed her eyes and
started sleepily around.
“Oh, Frank. I forgot all about speak¬
ing to her last night,” she cried, with
conscience-stricken face. “But I’ll run
right up—she can have the breakfast
ready in a very few minutes.”
She sprang out of bed, thrust her and feet
into a pair of silk-lined slippers,
threw a shawl over her shoulders.
Mr. Chickerly bit his lip and checked
her:
fin^ioJL ^-a p ” ?ea"t?s ioSheMlj^S^gl.
™° ; II ’* ol 00 “ 6 s P e * B “« to cook
’
‘
“I am so sorry, Frank.”
Mr. Chickerly did not answer; he was
apparently absorbed in turning over the
various articles in his bureau-drawer,
while Fanny sat shivering on the edge of
the bed, cogitating how hard it was for
her husband to start on a long journey break-
that bitter morning without any
fast.
"I can make a cup of coffee myself
over t , )e fun) fire - Bhe exclaimed,
Bpringing to her feet But Mr. Chickerly
again interposed :
“Sit down, Fanny, please. I would
rather you would sew this button on the
neck of my shirt. I have packed the I
others—those that are fit to wear.
have shirts enough, but not one in re-
j r ' ».
r annv crimsoned as she remembered
how often, iu the course of the last
mouth or two, she had solemnly prom-
ised herself to devote a day to the muck-
needed renovation of her husband s
Hhe looked around for her thimble
‘I left it down-stairs last night. Ill
get it m a minute !”
The housemaid had just kindled a fire
in the sitting-room grate; it was blazing
and crackling cheerily among the fresh
f oals t an d Fanny could not resist the
temptation of pausing a moment to warm
lit;r chilled fingers and watch the green-
ish-purple spires of flame shoot merrily
’M> the chimney, until she heard her bus-
band’s voice calling her imperatively :
“Fanny! Fanny! what are you
doing ?”
“Oh, dear,” thought the wife, as she
ran cr^s. upstairs, “I wish Frank wouldn’t be
He’s Chickerly always in a hurry.” stopped
Little Mrs. never to
think that the \ Reason was that she, his
wi{e t vas nena threaded, n a hurry .» fit-
The needle the thimble
““.“otX 01 ’™** bu “ OD w “ n “‘
“Ob, tor, Frmk, I haven’t one the
right . size! be
“Sew on what you have, then; but
d u > ck ! ”
just the right button sZllhereZ somewhere m
ner woribaaket, and stopped to search
1qi - t
“There, I told you so!” she cried,
triumphantly holding it up on the poin
of her needle.
“Well, well, sew it on quick,” said
Mr chickerly, glancing at his watch
nervouriy. w^v,
“That’s just your worrying
^fk; W~on aaH well anybody in a hurry. couki There! sew my
neM ’ e hn l<»“ e unthreaded !”
0h ’ Fami T ' 1 si « bed ber
-
hu8band v , ’ f:Urly out of P atleuce at last ,
"why didn’t yon do it last night, as I
begged of you? I shall miss the train;
flnd what httle cb)Uloe we had of a place
•« Aunt Elizabeth’s will, will be sacri-
Heed to your miserable habit of being
always fi behindhand.”
y gave him the shirt aud begin
to whimper a little; but Mr. Chickerly
had to neither to the soothe time her nor petulant the inclination mani-
pause
as^ ss stairs, ly-spoken two # “good-by,’ , «".*jaK«K steps slfp at a and time, tan .. into down the
street,
“Tl “There he goes, murmured Fanny;
XXhTI ZiZ 1
much l^szp: misdoubt, many SLX: another wife than
FannyChickerly has echoed, with
-vr r i chiekerlv din^r was sitting !L down Sh to
her ner Httle little dinner a a la la solitaire , witn a
damtily-browued chicken, tumbler of
currant d jelly i«ilv and and a a curly cnrlv hnneb bunch of of cel- cel
ery ranged before her, when, to her *ur-
pnse, the door opened and in walked
her lord and husband.
“Why, ^ Frank, where on earth did wife you
astonished
“From the office,” coolly answered
Mr. Chickerly.
S^rsvinejnsS.W ** *“
“I found’myself jiist five minutes too ^
1 Zln r 0 tl,eTnvf- r
th0 GS^SlSl.tt nh y vto ttf o fwof ' 1
ashebegan
lo carve the chieken.
“Yes, I was a little annoyed at first:
it did seem rather provoking to be kept
at home by only a button.”
“What are you going to do?"
“Why. I shall make a second start to¬
morrow.” is
“I’ll see to it that your breakfast
read 7 this . time to a secona, and all y out
wardrobe in trim, said Fanny, rather
relieved at the prospect of a chance to
retrieve her character,
“You need not. I have engaged a
room at a hotel near the depot. I can
run any more risks. ”
He did not speak unkindly, and yet
Fanny felt that he was displeased witn
ber.
But, Frank--”
“We will not discuss tbe matter any
.nrther, my love, if you please. I have
resolved to say nothing more to you
about reforms. I see it is useless, and
it only tends to foster an unpleasant Shall I
state of feeling between us.
help you to some macaroni ?”
And fairly silenced, Fanny ate her
iinner with what appetite was left to
her. Chiekerlv
Three days afterward Mr. at
once more made his entrance, just sat
dusk, carpet-bag in hand, as Fanny coal-
enjoying the ruddy shine of the
fire and the consciousness of having pier- and
formed her duty in the mending husband’s
general renovating of her
ing. is Aunt Elizabeth?”
"Well, bow
questioned Fanny, when her husband,
duly welcomed and greeted, had seated
himself in the opposite assy-chair.
"Dead,” was the brief reply. her old
"Dead ! Oh, Frank! Of
enemy, apoplexy?”
#<Ye« ”
’
„tt r l,.,, ™.iii made
"It was. Apparently she had ex-
pected me, on the day she herself had
appointed; and on my non-arrival in the
only train that stops she sent for the
nr i ” 7e r '
. .few bitter rJord, to
jbe living effect ep th.t the negtet^oi^her^only
spur of the mom . . alter her Showed original
intention oi ** „
1 eh it »”
.^jr uk ho w mu was '
’ 7, «ftud doilara ”
r»cf“ \fr «» two of silence com’
and then n Air. r'nickevlv Line e y added aaae , c
poseaJy:
"Ton see, Fanny, how much that
missing button has cost ms !”
Fanny Chickerly sat like one con-
d,?n , ’ ned by the Not utterance alone the of her own
conscience. one missing
button but the scores—nay, hundreds
-°, f trdllI1 8 omissions, forgetfulnesses
and postponements which made her life
one endless endeavor to catchup with
tbe trnnspirmg present, seemed to
present themselves before her minds
eye. What would this end in? Was
H0 t the present lesson sufficiently mo-
mentoiss to teach her to train herself in
a different school ?
She rose and came to her husband’s
sirlss, laying one tremulous band on his
shoulder.
“There shall be no more missing but-
ions, mv comprehended love,” she said, earnestly.
He all that she left un-
*po k e U , and silently pressed the little
hsmd m his OWD a2ld aot a word waa
sa i d m(>re than this upon the subject.
Bat it w;w not forgotten , Fanny
chickerly set herself resolutely to work
to uproot the rank weeds growing in the
garden of her life. And she succeeded,
as we all may do when we resolve to do
a wise thing.
BIRDS OX THE FARM.
-
rh » u ’’ b '“‘
Mf • Tumwlm ot Afedford Mass.
’
. • rniaina> Z silk SS'TZaSI mrnvi for
notice and’remember what
Ameriam rcbi “ ”*•
Hi. enoloeoM ot seven or SgkUcrM
where the worms were fed, was covered
wd h netting to protect them, but birds
would occasionally break in, and of these
; her6 "T at 'T *“£■
to one of any other kind It was the
season of small j fruits, and huckleberries
abounded in the fields close by, but
when he opened the crop of each robin
killed m his enclosure, he found nothmg
at all but insects
To test their destructiveness m this
direction stih further, he exposed a
thousand of his silk-worms on a scrub-
oak,-which he caused to be watched. In
th^e » mr days ^mete all
gone. The robins, with some help from
the cat-birds, ] Uad eaten them everyone
Mr ’ ^onveiot tnough a loser himself,
p ve the result of his experiment for the
farmer* beuefit.
The robin oelongs to the thrush
family, all of whom are enormous insect-
eaters; but the redbreast beats them all
m the number of kinds he devours.
A son of Mr. Wilson Flagg caught , x
three young robins and fed them with
ingle-worms and soaked bread. They
soon died. He then caught three more,
fed them with angle-worms and a
aiflpiS SMaLXSS
rfU
and laid before the bird. He ate them
ffi-fJSS
it up andga u e it another thorough
pounding, after which he swallowed it
a ^ u -
has been proved that .
a growing
|i „ voung robm requires considerable more
iau uj a 0 own n weiffbt ? of ot animal animat food rood
eve ry day; j and 3 during . the season of
rearing their young the old birds forage
almost exclusively haL unon insects A sin-
gle one been ? known to kill eight g
hundred Farmed ffione S ffiiculturists d ay
who lose
patience with the robins, because they
sometimes touch their cherries f^ straw-
SSricfofSaSr l^°b ^ir^ 6 ^
strike down such pretty “H
T harm *° «P scare-crows in
y ° nr S an d f. ardens
w -, ,
but literally the friend of man.— Youth's
Companion.
Fools anil Their Moue/.
One of the strangest developments of
the Grant & Ward failure is that a num¬
ber of wealthy persous who seemed to
have earned whatever money they had
were willing to make oue so-called in¬
vestment after another without knowing
how their cash was being used or whetlT-
er there was any security for its return.
Nearly every newspaper story about tbe
failure tells of some business man—the
name generally being suppressed—who
lent the firm money, not only once, but
on several occasions, expecting to get a
higher honestly rate of interest than ever was
earned on large sums. Only
one tigated person the appears alleged really to have inves¬
sources of the firm’s
profits. Everybody else, regardless o£
business experience lent their money
whenever they were asked for it, and
were too well satisfied to think of going
off to ask questions. To the old adage
that “a fool and his money are soon
parted” should be added:—“Outside of
their own business most men are fools.”
—New York Herald.
The Chicago TYibune is said to pay a
dividend of twenty-five per cent a year
on a capital of $1,000,000.
tue duties of parents.
MR. BEKClttR’S ll.I.rwTHATION OF
HOW CHtUlRKS OUGHT TO BK
BBAHKU.
Live* that ar#> W»rtl« J,lvin*—Nntnre’» B«*-
setrinjr 8iv»s—Antajft»ni*iUM ot €nj?)tul
and i-rfibor—£an)i» that are Dead.
Mr. Beecher took for his text on Snn-
0 /.‘ be Wf 1 of ft- Mark
Suffer the little children to come
unto m f» a ’\ d forbid them not; for of
»nch is . the kingdom of God. We learn
f^SlX ”* l°’l r
kingdom, with one or Iwo exceptions thei
sbow no relations of offspring to
parenfcs except the physical. There is
no love or recognition. The spawn of
the fish fili the river - aud the v know
nothing about them that -
hatched, and, perhaps, except they are
to eat them. As
We ascend we find in the parental rela-
tion & steady undercurrent, an increase
in the f orce binding parents and off-
spring together. In the vertebrates it is
distinctly made manifest. In the birds,
among the fowls of the air and as well
as of the barnyard, there is a strong
parental affection, though narrow and
simple. Among the mammals, which
feed their young at their own bosoms,
parental feeling is still more strongly
developed, and they are nearer together.
The lioness is a strong lover of her
whelp, and is sagacious m caring for it.
The cow nurses and mourns her calf
when taken away. In the human race
the love of children is wide in seope,
rich in variety and enlarged in every
sense. No poet or philosopher has ever
put in words the rich fruit of the imag-
ination which hovers over a Christian
mother’s cradle. It is to her as the
manger cradle was to Mary. The {star
of the East might well hang over her
child and the wise men come with offer-
ings. Her reason and fancy bring all
things near and far to crown Him. It
the mother’a fancies of her child could
be written by some angelic reportorial
hand, embodying her best thoughts,
winged imaginations and shining WOO-
ders, it would be fit to be read in the
library of heaven. Over the cradle a
woman pours out her nature to the
unheeding, unresponsive and to her, as
yet, useless child. The love of God for
man, Mr. Beecher said, was like the love
of a mother for her child. He endeav-
ored to bring before the world an idea
^ ove God that the weak and
needy would look to Him as their best
the^aS f S h’l
JwTu* whisky MmS^e'ed
traffic ..n should be reg-
^engage in ° themselves But The Tiquor S°zedcS dealers
inals . that because they keep grog shops
^ ^ purchase F immunity from punish-
b Th T ^ j reouirin^ Sufday the liauor
gtor to ol osed on is a re-
8tr i c tion which aids in the sanoityof the
Sabbath. The community thought it
best) M men were paid off Saturday
night ^ ’ no t to expose ^ them to the tempta- £
Q f spendin on a ho]iday all t e ir
fcar< j SftV0;1 earnings in the gorgeously nottf-
^ ial8 d ^ 1aSM-es'tofi'fekve
f for M Mr B eecber
ca led attention to the fact that one of
the Poliee Commissioners, who is one of
the Excise Commissioners, had directed
saloon keepers to keep their shades
open ^thatthere 80 tlia t theofficers Stion of the butTdeS Jaw cau
is no
tion of bre wers and salwn keepers
called on the Mayor ^ and ^ protested
£ - . ht tfa c id d
Mr Beecher said he did not be-
Heve tbe Mayor approves of the ir keep-
illg tbe shades closed. Why not keep
the shades open ? There are about one
jssJT “ s2
U onld u«t bo interfered witlFuow
a a &anS din- edizens Mayor! The fe Ex?ise Sd, Commir- K-
8 aw
est men who try to do their duty. lithe
M J had made wifch the brew-
ers and d nqnor aeaiers, dp „] flrs t,„ ne snouid s i 10 „i d also
ma , k e peace with the laws. It had been
« fl ; d tv,„f Hie lUavor y favors the views of
th 10 ,5? dea i ers but v uc > said sala Mr iUr - Beecher r>eecner “I 1
don v t beb l4 thou « b a ^ Ist f r ° tbe
?J e >
Gospel told me so (Laughter.) Ihou- T
I on^he l IdSS
tU f- k random ra testimony .apaxmj of 01 an an en en
S^“thfb^^Slers j tTsay!”^Mr. , BeSe/clSed i Kq“
know what
b den ouncing extravagance in advocated legisla-
tion for civic buildings and
the 00 ^°, ° f more spacious school-
118 81
The Citizen Soldiers.
The old-fashioned competitive militia
company drill tournaments, which used
to be so popular in the North and East,
are still in great favor through the South
aud Southwest. It will be remembered
that the encampment held in Nashville
last year was very successful, being at¬
tended by some spectators and partici¬ is
pants from great distances. Houston
going to bold a like encampment early in
May for prize drills of infantry, artillery
and zouaves. This location for an inter¬
state drill is decidedly in a corner of the
country, but tbe unprecedented first
prize of $5,000, with other enough prizes
amounting to $9,500, should be
to attract crack companies from all parts
of the South at least, while some North¬
ern companies might take the favorable opportu¬
nity to see Texas at a most
time of the year.
Absence of mind : “Yes, Charley is a
good enough sort of fellow,” remarks
Tom; “but then he is so confoundedly
absent-minded ! He borrowed five dol¬
lars of me the other day, and when he
called at my place didn’t to return the money,
blowed if he actually forget what he another came
for and borrowed
fiver. ”
HIS HONOR AND BIJAH.
The 9ha wham Haaner Sent Away Irani
Hame and wha ««■ Anxious t« Get
Back Annin.
[From the Detroit Free Press.]
“George William Swift f” began his
Honor in a voice which seemed to be
made up of cold-ehisels and nitric acid,
“yon were here only two weeks ago !”
“Bet yon a load ot the best timothy
hay in Wayne county agin’ a shirt but¬
ton that I wasn’t 1” promptly replied the
prisoner.
“Weren’t yes* here, charged with
drunkenness ?”
“Not by a jng-fnll! I hain’t bin in
Detroit afore for two months, and I
wouldn’t come in now if Banner hadn’t
wanted-”
“Never mind Hanner. You are charged
with drunkenness. ”
“That’s all right, Judge, but if it
hadn’t bin for Hanner you’d wanted never got
your claws on me. She some
shoes and three yards of unbleached
factory, and-”
“Prisoner, you were found lying in
the mud flat on your back, drunk as a
False Prophet, and shivering with the
cold like a rabbit on an iceberg. ”
“Wall, do I deny it ? Don’t I know
that I was overcome ? And how was it ?
Didn’t Hanner say to me as I left hornet
that-” 31
“Prisoner, what has Hanner got to do
with this ease ?” demanded the court.
“You’d find out party quick if she
was here l” grinned the prisoner. seconds. “She’d
talk your eyebrows second off in twenty She
Hanner is my wife. wears a
No. 7 shoe aud kin whistle like a man.’’
“Prisoner, do you plead guilty to this
charge ?”
“No, sir 1 I want Hanner here for a
witness. There hain’t no use in your
going on and scaring a fellow half to
death in that way. Gimme a show. ”
“What has your second wife got to do
with this case?”
“Just as much as my first wife. If
she hadn’t wanted me to come to town I
shouldn’t have got drunk. Say, don’t
jump at me so suddenly. Lemme tell
you how it happened. It’s the first
time I’ve sloshed aronnd for ’levea
years, and there hain’t no call to send
me up for life.”
“You ought to be sshamed of your¬
self.”
“So I am. If you’d offer me $100 to
look my old dog in the face I couldn’t
do it. I tell ye, Sqnar, I’ll have to do a
heap of skulking and lying to explain
this at home.”
“Perhaps you can stay sober for the
next year.” you’ll let
« 5 Next year! Why, solemn if Davy Crockett me
off I’ll take my
to keep sober for the next millyon years !
Sqnar’, gimme a show ! Gimme this one
chance, and if yon ever see me here agin
you may hang me !”
He was joy allowed to depart, and the
whoop of he uttered at the door
made all the windows rattle.
The Yicissitudes of a Life.
Joel C. Harris, the famous humorist
of the South, has had a strangely mis¬ ro¬
mantic career. His father was a
sionary, and it was at the small town of
Boog-hia, on the southern coast of Af-
rieaj/fcb&t' JoW was born. He, Acquired was ei£.
located by 1H9 father and a
wonderful acquaintance With foreign
languages. He is an adept Sanskrit
scholar, and is deeply versed in Hebraic
and Buddhist literature. Tbe sweetly
quaint legends of Indian and Judean
mythology have found their way into
his simple Southern tales, and the spirit
of his philosophy is identical with the
teachings of Moses and Buddha. Some
years before the civil war young Harris
came to America and taught school in a
village near Lake Teeteelootchkee, in
Florida. While thus employed he made
the acquaintance of Sallie Ould Curtis,
the daughter of a wealthy planter.
These two soon fell in love with each
other. Subsequently Harris was en¬
gaged by Colonel Curtis as private
tutor for his children, and there was
no objection made to the young man’s
attentions to Miss Sallie, then a radiant
creature of sixteen. The war came on;
Colonel Curtis raised a regiment with
his private means; young Harris en¬
listed as a private, aud was speedily did
promoted to a captaincy. Not only
Colonel Cnrtis lose all his property by
the rebellion, but in the battle of Col¬
umbia, S. C., a grape shot tore his lower
limbs into shreds. To fill his cup of
bitterness, and to blight the life of Joel
Harris forever, the beautiful Sallie Ould
Curtis died of yellow fever the very day
her lover and crippled father returned
from four years of war. Harris had but
one mission in life now, and that was
the support and comfort of the maimed
sire of his sweetheart. The two lived
together in an ivy-covered the cottage twain near bear
Atlanta, and the love
each other is beautiful to contemplate.
Mr. Harris is only forty years of age,
yet bis snow-white hair tells the sorrow
of his life. Generous, amiable and
tender, he is a fair example of the manly
nobility which, tried by adversity and
chastened by grief, has naught in it of
dross.
The Base Ball Season.
The championship base ball season
lias opened with an intensity of popular if
interest not surpassed in New former York years, Sun,
ever equaled, says the
Assemblages of "fifteen thousand spec¬
tators in some cities, and of ten or twelve
thousand in others, watched Thursday’s
games, while those of the two subse¬
quent days were also witnessed by
greater throngs; yet the competition of
other open-air sports has been much in¬
creased of late. If the excitement over
the chief contests is not always main¬
tained to the close of the season, this re¬
sult is partly due to the uniform supe¬
riority of certain clubs. In the League,
for example, from its foundation to the
present time, the championship pennant
has been passed those around Boston, between Chicago three
clubs only, of
and Providence. The second place as
well as the first has usually fallen to one
of these. The New York club has again
opened the season, as it did last May. For by
winning three games in succession.
the sake of the general interests of the
League, it is hoped that either this club
or some one of the others that have
been hitherto invariably shut out from
the coveted emblem may win it this
year.