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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 ” g ' 4 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.