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T. J, LUMPKIN, Editor and Proprietor
VOLUME J.
Poetical Selections.
MASKED JSATTEUIES.
If you'll keep it secret, honor bright,
I’ll fell you a little story, Jo—
Something that happened to me last night,
Here at the masquerade ball, you know.
You may have noticed I’ve spooned of late
On Laura Clyde—nothing else to do:
She’s rather pretty—at any rate.
Fond of flirting, and I jvm, too.
Laura's a friend of my sister Fan;
Her room joins mine, and the walls arc thin—
So I, by accident, heard them plan
Their dresses for masquerading in.
The ball was lovely, the costumes fine
And, either dancing or iced champagne—
Can’t say which, lmt expect the wine—
Just a little confused my brain.
So. meeting Laura—gypsy maid—
Knew her at once by her dress, you sco—
I took her out for a promenade
On the piazza alone with mo.
‘Flirted?” Said I was deep in love—
Madly worshiped the ground she trod—
Vowed it by all below, above.
Lid she she return it? A word, a nod?
The fair head drooped in assent; and I
Snatehedoff the mask—with rapture kissed her;
A peal of laughter was my reply
By Jove, old buy, it was my sister!
Laugh at me, Joe! Don’t spar? my pride
Nor mind my feelings! I feel so glad
It was my sister, not Laura Clyde,
Heavens! what an escape I had!
Stories and Sketches.
JUDGING BY APPEARANCE.
TTerc’s a nice place, Mabel,” said the
elder of the two ladies who had just en
tered the train. “And we’ll try to keep
it undisturbed, too,” she added, pro
ceeding to deposit their shawls, sachels,
etc., upon the end of each seat, while
Use ladies seated thomselves facing each
other.
They wero evidently mother and
daughter, the mother large, por, 1 and
line looking, the <U’ J—*er a slender,
bright-faced thing, and just as
evident 1 v of “position,” marked
, _ the belongings of wealthy travel
ers.
Elegantly braided linen ulsters, over
soils of black silk, stylish hats, dainty
kid gauntlets, Russian leather sachels
and shawl-straps were their distinguish
ing marks, beside that indescribable air
stamps its possessor as one used
tO gOOd SOcKfcn-.
“So very warm! T h
Mabel! ” said Mrs. Glenns. >ve nark ■
a terribly hot day our ride! ”
“But there is such a nice breeze, I
think it will be lovely,” returned bright
eyed Mabel.
“Oh, you’re always contented with
everything. Dear me, I hope the car
riages won’t be crowded! ”
“They are almost that now, mamma.
We have the only vacant seats, I be
lieve.”
“And I mean to keep them, too,” an
nounced Mrs. Glennor.
At that moment spoke a voice at her
elbow:
“Is that seat engaged, madam? ”
Mrs. Glennor and Mabel both looked
up to see a young lady dressed in a
plain, untrimmed linen suit, with a
brown veil covering her liat entirely,
and shading a plain, homely face.
Her speech was that of a well-bred
person, but her exceedingly plain attire
stamped her in Mrs. Glennor’s eyes as
“common folks,” not worth an effort to
bo polite.
She turned to the window and settled
herself in her place without seeming to
hear, but good-natured Mabel spoke at
once:
“Mine isn’t. You are welcome to
share it.”
And, notwithstanding the decided
frown on her lady mother’s face, she
tossed her “traps” over on the pile al
ready beside Mrs. Glennor, and smiled
a reply to the young stranger’s quiet
“Thank you,” as she sat down, holding
the small sachel she carried in her lap.
“It will tire you. There is plenty of
room over here with ours,” said Mabel,
reaching out her hand toward the
sachel.
The young lady placed it upon the
seat herself, saying:
“ I was afraid it might trouble you.”
“Not at all,” returned Mabel.
But Mrs. Glennor, with a little accent
of spite, addressed her daughter:
“ Mabel, don’t make yourself over
o(Vicious. I wonder how far it is to
Hamilton? ”
“ Don’t the table tell you, mamma? ”
“ No. Only the larger stations arc
down. Well,” with a sigh and a glance
at the intruder, “at least we shall bo
able to select our own society there.”
“ Mamma, don’t 1 ” pleaded Mabel in
a low tone, flushing at her mother’s
rudeness.
“ I detest these trains, where every
rude person who chooses may intrude
upon you,” went on Mrs. Glennor,
coolly.
Mabel knew tliero was no telling
where her mother would stop once she
was on the track, and she noted the
Hush which overspread the young
strangers face. She quietly changed
the subject.
“Do you know Mr. Hamilton’s family
mamma?”
“Not the children. Not since they
were grown, that is. I saw them when
they were little.”
“If they are like their noble old father
I’m sure I shall like them. I think he
is splendid,” answered Mabel.
The strange young lady smiled qui
etly.
Mrs. Glennor answered:
“I daresay they are. Birth and breed
ing always show, Mabel. I, for one, could
never mistake a person of wealth and
culture for a ”
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RISING FAWN, BADE COUNTY, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 9, 1879.
"Is there only one daughter? ” asked
Mabel.
“Only one at home, the youngest one,
Henrietta; and one son, Richard. I con
sider it very fortunate that Hamilton in
vited us to make this visit, Mabel. Rich
ard Hamilton will be very wealthy, and,
if you play your cards well, who knows
what you may do in the way of a settle
~jnow, mamma, 11 you oegin to taiK
that way I do solemnly declare I will
take the next train that passes us back
home and not go at all!”
Mrs. Glennor knew the girl was quite
capable of keeping her word if she was
pushed too far, so she said no more, but
betook herself to the prospect in view
from her window.
The ride was a warm one, but Mabel
enjoyed it, and, in spito of her mantma’s
frowns, chatted with her seat-mate very
sociably.
It was getting sundown when the train
stopped at Hamilton, and several pas
sengers descended, among them Mrs.
Glennor and Mabel.
There was a forlorn-looking station,
with a dusty little refresliment-bar in
one corner of a dingy room labeled,
“ Ladies’ Room.” There were two or
three village idlers, with hands in their
pockets, promenading up and down the
platform, and that was all.
“ Why, what does this mean?” fretted
Mrs. Glennor. “ Mr. Hamilton wrote he
would be certain to have the carriage to
meet us.”
“ Perhaps it will be hero yet, mam
ma,” said Mabel. “ Suppose you ask
one of these men if it lias been seen.”
“ I believe I will,” and Mrs. Glennor
marched majestically up to one of the
men’ aforesaid and inquired:
“ Can you tell mo whether Mr. Ham
ilton’s carriage has been at the station
to-day ? ”
“ Yes’m—no’m—l don’t know—there
it are a-comin’ now,” was the slightly
incoherent answer.
Turning in the direction of his ex
tended finger she saw a handsome car
riage rolling rapidly up.
“ It is iust cominer.” she announced to
Mabel, whose eyes had already informed
her of the fact.
They waited upon the dreary platform
until it drove- up and the driver dis
mounted.
Then he came up the steps and ad
dressed Mrs. Glennor, touching his hat
“Ladies ior mr.
‘ Yes. Come, Mabel.”
“The carriage is ready, ladies. The
spring cart is here already to take your
baggage over. Will I take your tickets ?”
Mrs. Glennor gave him the tickets for
their trunks, and the ready coachman
soon had them piled in the light cart
which had followed the carriage.
‘‘Now we are ready,” declared Mix.
Glennor. But the coachman appeared
to be looking for some one else.
“Our young Miss Henrietta went up
to town yesterday. We expected her
back by this train.”
“Hero I am, Sam!” called a familiar
voice from the door of the ladies’ room:
and the homely young lady in plain
linen, who had shared Mabel’s seat,
came out of her retreat inside, and ap
proached them.
“My goodness!” was Mrs. Glennor’s
dismayed ejaculation, as she flushed up
to the roots of her liair.
But Mabel sprung forward with ex
tended hand
“What! are you Henrietta Hamilton?
I am so glad 1 ”
“ And you are Miss Glennor! lam
glad, too,” said the young lady, offering
her hand most cordially. “ I would
have made myself known in the train,
but I am always so shy with strangers,
and I was not sure who you were till
now. Mrs. Glennor, I am very glad to
welcome you to Hamilton. I love your
daughter already, and I am sure we
shall have a delightful visit. Let us go
now; Sam is waiting.”
This prompt courtesy, so delicately
ignoring her own rude behavior in the
train, was a greater rebuke to Mrs.
Glennor than any show of anger could
have been.
For once her ready tongue was at a
loss, and she - only followed her young
hostess to the carriage, silently and
with flushed face.
But Henrietta’s kindly spirit soon put
her at her ease, except when slio re
membered her mortifying blunder.
It was a wholesome lesson, however.
And the next time Mrs. Glennor meets
a lady in the train, whether she is robed
like a queen or in plain linen, she will
treat her as such, and never judge by
appearance.
Depopulation in China*
China is not overpopulated. It does
not contain 400,000,000 or 420,000,000
of people. It is generally supposed that
at the beginning of this century there
were about 360,000,000. But it lias not
as those unacquainted with its history,
and judging its increase by our own,
have imagined—added to the number
of its people. I have njjsvhere nr the
Old World seen such terrible and com
plete desolation of large districts, once
crowded with busy and prosperous in
habitants, as in Central China. The
foreign wars, the vast rebellion, the
tei’rible famines, have swept away tens
of millions of human beings. Some of
the best judges there said, and there can
scarcely be a question of it, that there
can not be over 300,000,000 in the
empire proper now. If as densely
populated as some parts of Europe, it
would support lull 500,000,000.
Hr. Speer.
“ Faithful to the Right, Fear lets J gainst the Wrong.”
SnOEMAKING.
fJjn New England Slioe Towns—Wonderful
Results of Machinery Work.
[Boston Cor. San Francisco Call.]
The shoe manufacturers of Masse
riiusetts have petitioned Congres*
against the extension of the patent now
owned by the McKay Sewing Machine
Company, originally granted to Rober*
11. Mathias and Gordon McKay. Tlii*
[latent will expire in a few months. I*
is alleged that the machine is detri
mental to the interests of the people
who are the consumers, while not ad
vanning the interests of the manufact
urers, excepting those who are interest
ed in the profits of the company. It i*
also alleged that the patentees and
their assigns have already made hun
dreds of thousands of dollars from th
machine, having received the full bene
fit contemplated under the law. Tlio
fight of controlling the manufacture
ind sale, also the use of the machines
including the 1,200 already sold, and
the royalty to be paid for using the
same the next seven years, is an im
liense power, worth millions of dollars
It is also alleged that in case the patent
is renewed the advance in the price of
the stock of the company will reach a
high premium, putting at least $2,000,-
000 extra into the pockets of those who
are in the “ring.” On the other hand,
the owners of the McKay sewing ma
chine, as well as the owners of the
•atest improved pegging machine, clain
that the total amount of royalty paid
for fair or fine goods is so small, oj
cents upon sewed work, and 2 cents per
pair upon pegged work, that the differ
ence is unknown to and disregarded by
the consumer. That is to say, the roy
alties are small, and the general gain to
the public large.
To go back about twenty years, there
were scattered all over New England
many towns known as shoe-towns,
where in shops the leather was cut by
hand, then was parceled out to makers
or “bottomers,” who for a portion of
the year labored upon the land, and a
portion of the year are fishermen, and
at odd times made boots and shoes.
These boots and shoes were taken from
the shops and brought back finished,
varying in time of completion from one
week to six months, or even a year;
they were returned io the shop, ex
amined, packed in cases, and sent to a
market for sale. The result was that
tyL voCH'miilflte .for. n. sfiasmi, /II Oil *
Lot. required Hi mouths ''cf™. To
see what is possible in these days of
shoe machinery, read this: A large
shoe manufactory, turning out 2,4.00
pairs of shoes per day, was destroyed
by fire on Wednesday night, with con
tents, valued at $75,000. It was a busy
season, with plenty of orders on hand.
On Thursday the manufacturer hired a
neighboring’building and set carpenters
to fitting it up; on Friday he ordered
his machinery from Boston; on Satur
day the machinery arrived and the men
set it up; on Monday work was start
ed, and Tuesday he was filling orders,
as usual, turning out the full amount of
2,400 pairs. It is a great thing to save
a manufacturer both his orders and cus
tomers —the savings of one season’s
profits; but machinery is a big thing,
especially in shoe shops.
The McKay Sewing Machine Com
pany, which is row having a fight in
Congress, sewed 45,000,000 pairs of
shoes last year, and there were pegged
upon the pegging-machines, 55,000,000
pairs last year. And those machines
have entirely revolutionized the busi
ness. There are 450,000 bushels of
loose pegs made in New England, and
those pegs sell from 65 cents to 75 cents
per bushel; yet a patented peg-wood
(a strip or ribbon of wood cut across the
grain, and of a width just equal to the
length of a peg) lias so superseded the
loose pegs that last year there were 55,-
000,000 pairs of boots and shoes pegged
with it. The whole expense of this
peg-wood averages about onc-fourtli of
a cent per pair. Nearly 1,000 of these
pegs are driven into the shoe in a min
ute, and there are about four to six pegs
to an inch, or about twenty-two inches
of pegging to a shoe. Over 200 varie
ties of shoe-machines are now in the
market. The man who invented this
peg-wood had to borrow money to en
able him to perfect his device and pay
the fees of the solicitor and Patent
office, beside having borrowed $60,000
in order to introduce it into the mar
ket. It cost the parties who invested
and introduced into shoe-shops the
“cable-screw-wire machine” $300,000.
Six hundred pairs of pegged shoes can
now be made in a day by a gang of ten
men. Where before, shoe shops ex
isted throughout New England, now
shops have become larger, labor is clas
sified, and receives a larger compensa
tion (strikes to the contrary notwith
standing) ; wages have advanced 50 to
100 per cent, to the laborer, and the
shoe in quality is 25 per cent, better
than twenty-five years ago.
’Cause It’s Sunday.
A lady .was entertaining the Bishop of
the State at her house, as lie was an old
and valued friend of the family, and was
always their guest on the occasions of
his visitations to the parish.
On Sunday morning after his arrival
the lady’s little son sidled up to him just
after breakfast.
“Bishop,” said he, “would you like to
look at my piggie book?”
“Why, yes,” replied the church dig
nitary, anxious to please the little fellov.
“Well,”whispered thechild, “T’llshow
it to you, but you’ll have to look at it on
the sly, ’cause it’s Sunday.”
The Worlds Great Religions.
It is no easy task to describe all the
great religions of the world in a para
graph. However, we will do our best
to give in brief the fundamental princi
ples which seem to underlie each of the
great systems of religious thought,
without attempting an essay in com
parative theology. Beginning with
Egypt, we might say their religion was
one of body, form, and variety. That
of China, of society, the past, conserva
tism ; Islam, of fate and submission to
diviue will. The religion of Greece
was one of man, beauty, development.
The beauty of nature, the charm of art,
the genius of man, were idealized by
the Greeks. Buddhism is a religion of
the individual, with nature as law.
Brahminism, of spirit, substance, and
unity. The teachings of Zoroaster
wero a constant struggle between right
and wrong and ultimate freedom, while
the religion of Scandinavia looked upon
nature as force, loved battle and inde
pendence. In fact, both the belief of
Zoroaster and that of Scandinavia re
gard all life as battle—battle with moral
or physical evil. Courage is, there
fore, the chief virtue in both systems.
These, with exception of Judaism,which
teaches the unity of God, and of Chris
tianity, which is also a monotheism,
comprise the ten great religions of the
world. Christianity cognizes God as
not only above nature and soul, but
also as in nature and soul. Thus nature
and soul are made divine. The great
distinction between Christianity and all
other religions is that it teaches that
loves fulfills the law.— lnter- Ocean.
Who Are Guests of a Hotel!
Maj. Gen. Winfield S. Hancock went,
with his family, in November, 1873, to
live at the St. Cloud Hotel, having made
a special agreement with its proprietors
as to the price he was to pay for rooms
and food. One night in March, 1874,
while he and his family were at a thea
ter, a thief entered his apartments and
stole a large amount of jewelry belong
ing to himself, his wife and daughter.
The Messrs. Rand, who kept the hotel,
refused to make good his loss. He be
gan two suits against them, one indi
vidually, and one as administrator of his
daughter, who had died in the mean
time. Mrs. Almira Hancock, his wife,
began a suit on her own account to re
cover $2,952 as the value of the jewels
i. . fVhr
to reported that the relations of inn
keeper and guest did not exist between
the plaintiffs and This re :
port being confirmed it
was appealed from bailie plaintiffs.
The general term of Court
yesterday rendered a decision in the
case of Mrs. Hancock, reversing that of
the referee. The opinion, which was
written \if Judge Ingalls, is very long,
and discusses almost every phase of the
relation of a hotel guest to a hotel
keeper. Its Mst lies in the declaration
that a person w a special agree
ment with a hotSl proprietor by which,
: n consideration of remaining a certain
period at %lie hotel, he obtains special
or reducecw rates, is not thereby made
an >oarder and deprived of the
privileges and protection of a guest.—
New York paper.
Why William Sharp Went to Bed.
The passion of love often reacts
strangely on undisciplined minds, and
frequently produces on them most un
looked-for results. At Keitliley, at the
beginning of the present century, lived
a young man named William Sharp.
He fell desperately in love with a girl,
the daughter of a neighboring farmer.
Everything went smoothly till the
wedding morning, when the fathers
could not agree liow much to give the
young couple to start them in life; and
literally at tlie last moment in church
the match was broken off. This was too
much for the weak mind of William
Sharp; he went home, went to his bed,
and never rose from it again. He was just
30 when he thus isolated himself from
active life, and he died in his bed at the
age of 75. His room was about 9 feet
square. The floor was stone, and general
ly damp. The window was permanently
fastened; some of tlie panes were filled
in with wood; and at the time of his
death it had not been opened for 38
years. In this dreary cell did this
strange being immure himself. He
obstinately refused to speak and grad
ually every trace of intelligence faded
away. His father left an ample pro
vision for his eccentric son, and lie was
well looked after. He ate as much as
an ordinary day laborer, and at his
death weighed above sixteen stone. In
Harrogate, several years ago, lived a
woman who for the same cause behaved
in exactly the same manner. Her
parents having prevented her marriage
with a worthless character, she took to
her bed, and had kept it for fifteen
years; and, if not dead, is probably
keeping it still.— Chambers* Journal
A Mathematical Mule.
The Salt Lake Herald tells of a re
markable mule that is driven on one of
the street-car lines of Salt Lake City,
and that is required to make five round
trips every morning before a change of
teams occurs. As the fifth trip draw’s
to a close, the sagacious animal stretches
its neck and looks for the team that is
to relieve it; and, if it does not see any
waiting at the end of tlie route, begins
to whinny in a way that is as intelligi
ble as words could be. Wliat the editor
of the Herald wants to know is where
that street-car mule learned its arith
metic, and how it succeeds in keeping
such accurate tally of the number of
trips that it makes.
The Student of llpsala.
Mrs. Mary Howitt, in her “ Life of
Frederica Bremer,” tells the following
story, which is so pleasant and good
that it ought to be true, although it is
by no means new:
There was, in the early part of this
century, a young student lately come to
Upsala, the son of a poor widow, who
was standing with some of his college
companions in one of the public walks
on a fine Sunday morning.
As they were thus standing, the
young daughter of the Governor, a good
and beautiful girl, was seen approach
ing them on her way to church accom
panied by her governess.
Suddenly the widow’s son exclaimed:
“ I am sure that young girl would give
me a kiss! ”
His companions laughed, and near to
them, a rich young fellow, said:
“It is impossible! Tliou, an utter
stranger, and in a public thoroughfare!
It is too absurd to think of.”
“Nevertheless, I am confident of what
I say,” returned the other.
The rich student offered to lay a
heavy wager that, so far from succeed
ing, he would not even venture to pro
pose such a thing.
Taking him at his word, the poor stu
dent, the moment the young lady and
her attendant had passed, followed
them, and, politely addressing them,
they stopped, on which, in a modest
and straightforward manner, he said,
speaking to the Governor’s daughter:
“It entirely rests with Froken to
make my fortune.”
“How so?” demanded she, greatly
amazed.
“I am a poor student,” said he, “the
son of a widow. If Froken would con
descend to give me a kiss, I should win
a large sum of money, which, enabling
me to continue my studies, would re
lieve my mother of a great anxiety.”
“If success depend on so small a
thing,” said the innocent girl, “ I can
but comply; ” and therewith, sweetly
blushing, she gave liirS a kigs, just as if
he had been her brother. M
Without a thought of wrong-doing,
the young girl went to church, and
afterward told her father of the en
counter.
The next clay the Governor sum
moned the bold student to his presence,
anxious to see the sort of person who
had thus dared to accggi-his daughter.
Till 4. fL yOITTI
heard Ins story’ ancY wliFso* welFpleased
that he invited him to dine at the castle
twice a weeK.
In about a year the young lady mar
ried the student whose fortune she had
thus made, and who is at the present
day one of the most celebrated Swedish
philologists. His amiable wife died a
few years since.
The Late Ameer.
The late Ameer of Afghanistan was
universally called the “ madman ”
throughout his dominions, and so great
was the awe in which he was held by
his subjects, the Times of India says,
that no one dared tell him of the defea
of his troops on the Peiwar Kliotal by
the English invaders. Skere Ali sat in
liis council-room, waiting for the news,
but no one ventured to tell him the re
sult. At last the mother of Abdulla Jai
sent her little girl to tell her father. He.
was talking eagerly as the child entered,
and she tried hard to blurt out her mes
sage, “ My mother says I am to tell your
Highness—” but the Ameer kept put
ting his hand on her mouth, as the dis
cussion was important. At last he turned
to her, “ Well, what is it, little one?”
The child came sidling up, all eyes upon
her, “ My mother says I am to tell your
Highness the Sahibs have crossed the
Kliotal.” An instant stampede from
the neighborhood of the Ameer closed
the council. _
A THi ale’s Strcjjgtli.
The tremendous f&we A the whale
when enraged is illustrated by the tale
of a collision with one that resulted in
the loss of the ship Essex, of Nantucket.
In November, 1820, this ship was among
the whales and three boats were low
ered. A young whale was taken. Shortly
after another of great size, supposed to
have been the dam of the one just
killed, came against the ship with such
violence as to tear away part of the
false keel. It then remained some time
alongside, endeavoring to grip the ship
in its jaws, but, failing to make any im
pression, swam off about a quarter of a
mile, when, suddenly turning about, it
came with tremendous velocity toward
the Essex. The concussion not only
stopped the vessel’s way, but actually
forced her astern. Every man on deck
was knocked down; the bows were com
pletely stove in. In a few minutes the
vessel filled and went on her beam
ends.
Life in a Lighthouse.
A grim story of life in a lighthouse
comes from the Burrnah coast, and is
printed in the Rangoon Times. A tele
gram having announced that the light
of the Alguada reef was not visible, a
steamer was dispatched to ascertain the
cause. The Captain, on landing, dis
covered two of the men in the light
house dead, while a third was lying in
a precarious state. The keeper stated
that signals of distress, such as “ I want
immediate help,” and “Man dying,” had
been by him for about twenty
days. Asa last resort, all his signals
having failed to attract attention, he
darkened the lights on the Bassein side,
feeling certain that this step would not
fail to attract attention to the light
house. And so, with the dead and the
dying, he watehed for relief, which came
at last.
TERMS % SI.OO pr Annum, in Advance.
NUMBER 49.
DOMESTIC GREETING.
Ab homeward comes the married mtm
He’s met by wife at door,
With fond embrace and loving kiss,
And—“ Baby’s throat is sorel
And did you think to stop at Brown**
And get that marabout
I ordered yesterday? And, dear,
Fred’s boots are all worn outl
I’m glad you are so early, John,
So much I miss you, dear
I’ve had a letter from mamma;
She’s coming to live here.
How very glad you look, dear John;
I knew that you would be
The flour’s out. the butter, and
You must send home some tea.
That plumber has been here again—
If you don’t pay he’ll sue;
nd Mr. Prendergast called in
To say your rent was due.
“ Fred’s trousers are all cotton. John;
You thought they were all wool—
Oh 1 that reminds me that your son
Was whipped to-day at school.
“ The roof has leaked and spoiled the ruga
Upon the upper hall;
And Jane must go, the careless thing I
She let the mirror fall,
“To-day, as she was moving
(The largest one, dear John),
Of course it broke; it also broke
The lamp it fell upon.
“ What makes you look so grave, my lov*|
Take off your things and wipe
Your feet—and only think, to-day
Jane broke your meerschaum pipe.
“Oh, John! that horrid, horrid word
You do not love me, dear;
I wish that I—boo-boo—were dead-**
You’re cross as any bear.”
- Ronton Trnnnrrivt.
Clipped Paragraphs.
The peanut crop of North Carolina is
short 40,000 bushels,
Arizona wants more women.
Jefferson Dayis is living at Miss
issippi City, on the New Orleans and
Mobile railroad.
A St. Louis undertaker advertises
that he has the “most comfortable”
hearse iu the country.
Senator Hereford, of West Virgin
ia, is 5 feet 9 inches in height, and
weighs 167 pounds.
A clock keeps its hands before its
face, probably, because it is ashamed of
the cowardly manner in which time flies.
She sang soprano sweetly—
Her voice was like a lyre;
But on Sunday she ate onions,
And thus busted no tlie choir.
The man who jostles you on the Ice’'
causing your feet to fly out from under
is tho fellow stKa rri-w/'n
A Lime boy, when icpiovoO for
freaking anew rocking-horse, said:
* What’s the good of a horse till it’s
broke?” • ia •
The idea that fruit eaten at night is
deleterious is proved by the bad effect
it had upon Adam from eating an applf
after Eve.
Critics are sentinels in the grand
army of letters, stationed at the corners
of newspapers and reviews, to challenge
every new author.
The tramp who entered our sanctum
the other day, and said lie was a live
lord, became a lie floored, indeed, be
fore he left. — Yonkers Gazette.
“ What/’ said an inquisitive young
lady, “is the most popular color for a
bride? ” We may be a little particular
in such matters, but we should prefer a
white one.
Fourteen years ago there was only
one Bessemer steel establishment in the
country. Now there are eleven, with
an annual production of more than
500,000 tons.
Mr. Finney, a London dentist, claims
to have found a filled tooth in the jaw
of an Egyptian mummy. Dentistry
was further advanced 4,000 years ago
in Egypt than is sunnosed.
Two women are training in San Fran
cisco for a prize fight. They will wear
thin gloves, in order not to violate Cali
fornia law, but otherwise the usual rules
of the ring will be observed.
A Nevada girl’s love-letter —“Dear
Jimmy: It’s all up. We ain’t going to
get married. Ma says you’re too rough,
and I guess she’s right. I‘m sorry—but
can’t you go to Europe and get filed
down ?”
A few years ago the Czar sent the
Ameer of Afghanistan a quantity of
lightning rods, and the Afghans put uy
the gilded points on their houses with
out connecting them with the ground.
The efiect was not favorable to ltussian
popularity.
People make too much fuss alto
gether over these athletic exhibitions.
In his greatest match O’Leary didn’t
walk so far by seven miles as a weak
woman out on North Hill did while
she was trying to match the shade of
a ribbon.— Burdette.
“ Keep ’way from dat nigger, I tell
you,” said Uncle Rube to his sable
daughter; “ keep ’way from him. He’s
like what de’Postle John lived on in
de wild’ness.” “ How’s dat ? ” she
asked. “ Low cuss and wild, honey,”
replied Uncle Rube.
A wonderful table cloth was lately
shown at a New York church fair. The
body is blue, with a white border em
broidered with flowers. The lady who
made it first painted the flowers from
nature, and then made an exact copy of
the painting in needle-work.
A bill making prepayment of poll
tax a prerequisite to voting has passed
the lower house of the Texas Legisla
ture. One member made a speech in
Spanish, advocating the bill, and said
at the last election 1,000 Mexicans had
crossed over and voted in Texas.
A party of Georgia is were in the State
Capitol the other day talking of the
Alston-Cox murder, and one of them
drqw his revolver to show to the group.
It accidentally exploded, the ball bury
ing itself in the ceiling above, just be
low where Gov. Colquitt was sitting.