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About Dade County news. (Trenton, Ga.) 1888-1889 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 2, 1888)
Homeward Bound. The sun sinks down; the tree tops show <" A tender, lingering after glow; No faintest sound— Save sleepy whir of weary wings, And sleepy song a birdling sings That’shomoward bound! The shadows creep o’er meadow lands And o’er the ford and river sands And rocky ground; O’er fresh plowed fields and barren place And o’er the tired plow-boys face That’s homeward bound! A silver star world, faint and fair, Has sent a glimmer through the air And all around Is bathed in pale, celestial light, > That guides the sailor, who, at night, Is homeward bound. The dusk that wraps the land and sea Brings dreams of sweetest rest to roe And joy profound; For as the days doth pass me by They bring mo nearer Heaven—for J Am homeward bound! Some time—not far off, it may be— There’ll dawn the days of days for nj Then o’er the mound That hides me raise a simple stone With just those little words alone— Just “Homeward Bound!” —[Eva Best, in Detroit Free Presx MR. BRENT'S BOARDER. “Why are you so cool to me, Miss Hester? ’ “I am not cool to you, Mr. Kings bury.” “Yes you are; you don’t like me, or you don’t like my being here; I can’t quite make out which it i 3.” A long pause ensued, while Hester loaned over the gate swinging her straw hat, her straight brows contracted into a slight frown. The plain flrint dress sha wore did not disguise the shapeliness of her figure, and her clearly cut features and soft hazel eyes had a source of great fascination for •Jack Kingsbury. It was a lucky chanco that had led him to answer an adver tisement for summer board for a single gentleman. He found tho farmer a good naturod, jolly follow, and his wife a sweet-faced, lady-like woman, who treated him as a son; but their daughter was an enigma. Jack knew little about farmers’ daughters, and was quite unprepared for tho intelligence and quiet dignity of the girl whom he had expected to find a strapping, red faced la3s who would expect him to chaff with her and pay her broad com pliments. Hester actually avoided him; but Jack had hi 3 full share of conceit, and reasoned that she liked his atten tions well enough; she was a little shy, perhaps, but that would wear off in time. “The horse is coming out of tho barn, Mr. Kingsbury; you will bo late for your dinner if you do not start.” “I’ll get there in good time," said Jack, looking at his watch; “you have n’t answered my question yet.” “Well,” said Hester, fuming as she spoke, “if you must know, I did not approve of father’s idea of taking a boarder. Ido not like it.” She spoke forcibly, and without waiting for a re ply walked off to the house just as tho buggy came round. Jack, feeling very much as if some one had hit him in tho face, jumped into the wagon and drove off furiously, venting his own bad temper on the horse with sharp cuts of the whip. He had gone to dine with a party of young follows at the Profile house and Hester found herself wondering when he would come back; the house was so still and lonely when he was out; she knew she had been rude just before ho left, but then he was so conceited. Well, she would try to atone for it when he came home. Supper time passed, but he had not come, so Hester went out for a walk along the road, while tho setting sun flooded the fields with a gorgeous crimson light. She walked a long timo before the sound of approach ing wheels made her glance up and she •aw Jack Kingsbury coming along in tho buggy. Ha drew up at the si&e of the road. “Will you get in Miss Hester and drive home with me?” Hester nodded assent and sprang iq. At a branch toad Jack turned the horse. “We are on the wrong road Mr. Kingsbury, ” said Hester. “I know it,” returned Jack. “But it is growing late and I must get home.” Jack made no reply, but drove on rapidly. Hester laid her hand on the reins: ‘ R ally, Mr. Kingsbury,” she said, “I wish to go home.” In an instant she lelt his arm about her. “Not before you have given me a kiss to atone for your cruelty today," said Jack excitedly. As slie turned to look at him Hester noticed for the first time that his face was flushed and hh breath heavy with wine. Sne pushed herself away from him and said with a forced laugh, “You are joking, Mr. Kingsbury, and you know I do not like jokes.” “It is no joko *” shouted Jack fierce ly, “I w r i!l kiss you.” “There—you have knocked my hat off--go a'tcr it or it wi Ibe lost in the dark; I will held the horse.” Muttering soir.cthirg under his breath, Jick jumped out and walked back to where tho hat lay. As he picked it up he heard the snap of a whip, and looking forward saw tho buggy vanishing in the distance. His wrathful expressions aro best left unrecorded. It was a good three miles to the farm, cutting across fields, and the fresh mountain air soon cooled Jack’s excitement. Before ho had gone two miles he called himself a fool and an idiot and his admiration for the girl’s high handed way of ridding her self of him grew with every step home ward. “By Jove,” he exclaimed aloud, “she’s worth a dozen city girls I What a fool I was to insult her; she will never forgive it. I know her well enough for that,” and ho walked on again buried in thought. He found the door of the farm house open, and after laying her hat carefully on the hall table, went straight to his room, threw off his coat, and lighted a cigar. There was a knock at the door. “Mr. Kingsbury!” “Come jn I" shouted Jack. “You ain’t soon Hister anywhere on tho road, Mr. Kingsbury?” queried tho farmer, stepping into the room. “Hasn’t she returned yet?’’ cried Jack in astonishment. “No, and tho old lady’s a bit ner vous; but I toll her I reckon Hester’s stopped in to see a friend, and like as not she’s forgot tho time, though t’ain’t like Hester to do it.” “Sha should have boon here long ago, Mr. Brent,” said Jack, springing up and throwing on his coat again. “I fear something has happened to her. I met Miss Hester near Brook farm on my way home, and—well —er —she said she would drive home, and I walked across the fields, so,you see she ought to have been home first.” Farmer Bront’s weather-beaten face had a puzzled, apprehensive look as he followed JacK down tho stairs. “Wait a bit—we’ll get lanterns!” he shouted, as Jack ojeened the front door. But Jick was already out in tho road, tearing along by the light of the moon, far ahead of the farmer and some of the farm hands, who followed with lan terns. On he went, looking carefully about him, until he camo to the foot of a steep, rough hill. By tho moon’s light ho could distinguish a large, dark object lying in the middle of the road; the buggy had come to grief. Just then from a clump of trees close by camo the whinny of a horse. Jack sprang to tho spot from which tho sound came, and at the foot of a tree, with tho horse standing closo beside her, lay Hester. Stooping, he raised her in his arms and spoke to her, but no sound passed tho lips that were as whits as her dress. He was a powerful young fellow, and, lifting her easily in his arms, set out for tho farm just Far mer Brent camo up. “She has been stunned.” said Jack; “I’ll carry her hom ; but I fear your wagon 13 smashed, Mr. Brent, though the horse is safo. They mu t have come to grief on tho hill." What that walk home was to him, Jack Kingsbury never told; but it seemed as if years passed before he laid his lifeless burden on tho hard horse hair sofa in the* sitting room. “Fool that I am! 1 ’ he mattered to himself, in despair. “Oh, Hester! Hester! I loved you and I have killed you,” and he pressed his lips passion ately against her whito forehead. Ho thought she stirred in his arms once, but he could not be sure, and Mrs. Brent was startled by his haggard face when he brought her in. He helped to ' administer restoratives until there was a faint sign of returning consciousness; then ho went out and threw himself in a hammock on the veranda, only to start up every few minutes for news of her. At two o clock Mrs. Brent stepped out on tho veranda. “You must go to bed now, Mr. Kingsbury,” she said. “Hester’s resting quite easy now. and tho doctor says there’s nothing serious beyond tho threat bruise on her hea l. Thank you kindly, sif, for carrying the dear child home. I fear it’s been too much for you, you look so white.” “Thank me!” exclamed Jack, with a harsh laugh, “you've littlo to thank me for, Mrs. Brent. I'll go to bed, if there is nothing I can do for Mis 3 Hester or you?" It was late when he awoke next day, aud he hurried through his toilet to get news of the invalid. She was better, her mother said, though the pain ia her head was still so bad that she would stay ia bed until evening. Jack spent a solitary day. He took a long walk and did a great deal of thinking; the up-hot of it was that he went to his room and packed up all hi 3 belongings; then he came down after •upper with a small bag in his hand looking for Farmer Brent. The farmer and all his hands were out in the fields bringing in the last loads of hay, and his wife was putting away the tea things. Ia a hammock on the veranda lay Hester, looking very pale as Jack sud denly came round the corner of tho iious *. “Why, Miss Hater, what have they done to your beautiful hiir?’ cried Jack forgetting everything in his &3- tonishment as he caught sight of the crop of short golden brown curls which covered hor small head. “Oh, they cut it off last night,” said Hester, scarcely raising tho long, dark lashes which hid her hazel eyes as tho color crept slowly into her cheeks. “Miss Hester,” said Jack again, his deep voice trembling, “I did not in tend to annoy you again, but I forgot for a minute, coming on you so unex pectedly. No, don’t speak,” as she opened her lips to reply. “I know all you would say to me; but you cannot say anything half as bad as what I have said and thought of myself. Yesterday I went off vexed with you and in a beastly temper, then I drank too much champagne at dinner, and when I mot you I acted like—well, I haven’t words strong enough to express my contempt for my own actions in the wagon, and you served mo quite right. I admired your pluck in getting rid of me. Thank God! you were not killed, as I feared when I picked you up. I thought you were dead, and through my fault. Ohl Hester, you will never know how I felt then. And now the least I can do in return for all your kindness is to re lievo you of my presence. I came down to ask your father to lend mo a vehicle to take mo over to tho Profile tonight. I’ll send for my other things tomorrow. I see him coming over the fields now; but before £go could you bring your self to say just once, ‘Jack, I forgive you?’ You will never see mo again, though, God knows! I leave all my happiness ia leaving you.” Hi held out his hand and she put hers into it. “Jack,” she said, in a low, unsteady voice, “I forgive you,” and a great tear dropped on his brown hand. “Hester! ’bending over her, ‘‘are you ? Bit no, you can’t be sorry I r.m going; it is because you are not strong, and I have tired you.” no dropped on one knee beside the hammock, so that his face wa3 on a level with hers, and ho saw that her long lashes were wet. “ You would not care to have me stay, Hester, would you? Don’t you really dislike and de3piso me after all?” She shook her head. ‘But, Hester,it can’t be;youfeelsorry for me, perhaps, but if I stay it must be forever. I cou d never brace myself up to another parting.” She turned her flushed face from his earnest gaze, but very soft and low he caught the words, “Stay, Jack.” [Epoch. Thc Structure of the Jelly-fish. Tho active Jelly-fish is as different from a l tho members of tho hydroid coiony as a buttcifly is from a caterpil lar. When fully grown it is vastly larger than a hydra, it has a well developed swimming apparatus, which is under tho control of a nervous system, which again is $ rought into relation with the external world by means of special sense-organs. It is a gelatinous bell, from the inner suriaco of which tho pendent stomach hangs down like the bell-clapper, while tho long, grace ful, thread-like tentacles aro attached at regular intervals around the opening of the bell. The locomotor muscles are so distributed over the inner surface of the bell that their contraction squirts out the water in a jet which propels the an imal in the opposite direction; they are then relaxed, and the elasticity of tho gelatinous substance of the wall of tho bell causes it to expand and to draw in another supply of water, which is dis charged by the next muscular pulsation. The tentacles aro so elastic and hair liko that they aro hold by the resistance of the water, and are drawn out behind tho animal into fine glassy threads which aro thrown into graceful undu lations at erch pulsation as it swims through tho water, and, when it comes to rest and sink slowly towards tho bot tom, they form a web or net which is almost invisible, but far more danger ous than any spider's web, for every thread is covered with the terrible poi son-darts.—[Popular Science Monthly. Arabian Table Etiquette. Tho eating operation is performed by the Arabs in this wise. Five of them seat themselves around a large bowl oi rice surmounted by a skinny fowl, all being curried. Two seize tho wings with their fingers and two tho legs; and simultaneously tearing these off, leave tho carcass to the fifth, afterwards tak ing out the rice by handfuls and dex terously conveying it to the mouth with a peculiar jerk. One mark of hospi tality shown to guests when at tablo consists in the chief’s rolling up some rice into a ball in the palm of hb hand and aiming it at his guest*’ widely dis tended jaws. O i ono occasion this pieoe of civility was shown to myself, but not being an adept at tho art of swallowing rice balls when so projected, the effect was anything but what my kind entertainer anticipated, for inde pendent of being nearly choked, the grains were scattered, or rather splut tered, over tho table ia a manner that elicited roars of luu ;hter 4 even from the grave Arabs. This, of course, was the last experiment of the kind tried upon mi HORSE WHISPERERS. Their Mysterious Ascendancy Over Vicious Equines. The Wonderful Achievements of Con Sullivan of Cork. It i 3 commonly believed, says the Farming World, that there are un doubtedly mysterious influences by which an immediate ascendancy is gained over the horse independent of tho process of teaching or promptings of affection. Thera was formerly living in the county of Cork, Ireland, a family who laid claim to the possession of a secret by which the wildest or most vi cious horse could bo tamed. This se cret is said to have boon original ly im parted by a Bohemian gypsy to the then head of the family, a century and a half ago, and to havo been regularly transmitted, as a parting legacy at the timo of death, father to the eldest son. Possibly there may be in the county of Cork a scion of the family still practicing, with more or less suc cess, the art of “horse whispering,” but it i 3 au indisputable fact that at the com mencement of the present century the fame of Con Sullivan, tho then head of the family, for miraculous cures of vic ious horses, had spread far and wide throughout Ireland. Among the many wcll-attestod accounts of tho wonderful achievements of Con Sullivan, “The Whisperer,” tho services which he ren dered to Colonel Wastenra, who after ward succeeded to the title of Rossmoro, wore the talk of the whole country. The colonel had a splendid race horse called Rainbow, and he was anxious to run him at the races on the Curragh of Kildare, but ho was so wild and vicious that his owner found that ho must give up all thoughts of bringing him out and running him. He would bite every one who went near him, liko the present Lord Falmouth’s brute, Muley Edris, who “savaged” tho late Fred Archer’s arm, and it was necessary to tie up his head when tho groom wlio at tended him was with him. If a horse chanced to be near he was sure to bite him or try to; and the legs of the jockey who attempted to mount him did not escape his fangs. Lord Donerville said ho knew a per son who could euro him and a wager of SSOOO was laid on the matter. A mes senger was despatched for Con Sullivan who was known throughout the country side as “the whisperer.” from the sup position that ho whispered into the horse’s ear, by which means he quieted such as were unruly. When he was told tho state of Colonel Wastenra’s horse he desired to go into the stable to seo him. “You must wait till hi 3 head is tied up,” was said and repeated by those present. “No occasion,” sail Con, “he won’t bite me.” So in he went, after peremptorily ordering no one to follow him till a given signal should imply that they had his permis sion. He thou shut tho door for the unen viable tete-a-tete. In a little more than a quarter of an hour the sig nal wa3 heard. Those who had been waiting in alarm for the result rushed ■•in and found the horse extended on his back playing liko a kittcu with the whisperer, who was quietly sitting by him. Both hor9e and operator appeared exhausted, particularly tho latter, to whom it was necessary to administer brandy and other stimulants before ho could be revived. The horse was per fectly tamo and gentle from that day. In tho spring of 1804 Mr. Whaley’s King Pippia was brought out to run at the Curragh of Kildare. He has been described as a horse of the most savage and vicious disposition; he had a habiS of flying at and worrying any person who came near him. When ho could turn his head round ho would seize his rider’s leg with his teeth and drag him from his back. The difficulty of man aging such a horse may be conceived, and on this occasion it was impossible to put a bridle on him. The whisperer was now sent for. 110 remained shut in the stable all night. In the morning King Pippin was seen following him like a dog, lying down at tho word of com mand, and permitting any person with out resistance to put his hand into his mouth, while he stood “gentle as a lamb.” Ha wa3 brought out in tho course of the meeting, was run and won the race. The fame of tho whisperer h.id now • preau throughout the country, and his services were in extensive demand. This extraordinary person had been noticed in many and various publica tions. Crofton Crocker speaks of him in his “Fairy L -gends” as an “ignor ant rustic of tho lowest class,” while he bears ample testimony to his extraordi nary powers The Incorrigible Brother. Simpkins—Are you fond of cabbage, • Mi-s Lovelace? MissL.—Ah! Indeed I Johnny (her little brother) —Of course she is. Ppa says she ought to be fond of cabbage and greens as long as she keeps company to match.—[Omaha World. Crab Farms. Tho crabs are sent to this city, says the New York Telegram, from Long Island, New Jersey, Delaware, Mary land, Virginia and perhaps from bays and inlets further south. AU persons who go to market know how tho crust aceans are shipped. They come in flat slatted boxes or crate% wrapped in damp, salt-smelling seaweed or grass. They are very cheap at the water side and rather expensive in market. Per haps the finest crabs aro found in the waters of tho Delaware and Maryland peninsula. The Chesapeake and its hundreds of tributaries on one side, apd the Atlantic, with its many bays and inlets, on the other, abound in all good things that swim. Not the least of those is the crab. From Havre de Grace to Cape Charles the soft shell crab is eaten in abundance by the in habitants, and the surplus is shipped north to feed the epicures of New York and New England. The shallow waters about Chincot eague Island, on tho Atlantic sido of Accomac county, Virginia, swarm with softshell crabs at this season. Whoevar goes to Chincotoague finds set before him at dinner oysters in at least three styles, white perch and crabs. Hot bread is an invariable accompani ment. Down in Sussex county, Delaware, is perhaps the only crab farm in tho world. It is on Indian river, a shal low stream flowing into Indian River bay, and is farmed, oddly enough, by one of tho few surviving Indians of tho peninsula. This particular Indian is one of a score or so who farm their own lands and live as civilized a life as any whito inhabitant of their native state?,. Strangely enough, too, they havo a special school system of their own, because they will not send their chil dren to the schools set apart for col ored children and are not permitted to send them to the schools foi whites. The crab farm is a very suc cessful institution, whero tho farmer studies the ways of the crab, provides or him tho most suitable food and promptly takes him out of his native element when tho market offers the most inducement. Hundreds of crates of softshell crabs are sent up from the peninsula every season and not a few of them come from tho Indian River crat ■ arm. , Shameful Pepper Adulteration. The pepper of commerce is furnished by the Piper nigrum, or black pepper plant, which grows in the East and West ladies. -There are two varieties of pepper, known as “black” and “white” pepper and both are obtained from the same plant. Black ground popper i 3 the entire berry of the plant reduce 1 to powder, while tho white cansists of the same berry decorticated or deprived of its outer black husk oi covering. Tie consumer of pepper can bo accommodated with an article adul terated to any extent from ten to ninety per cent., and if ho prefers to do his own adulteration, a New York “manu facturer of spico mixtures” will supply him with the requisite material, while another New York house will make “goods to order for wholesale grocers and druggists” and furnish “spice mix tures.” From inquiry among the trado in this city it would seem that the pep per mixture can be furnished at from two to five cents per pound, while pure pepper will cost about eighteen cents per pound. 'The United States agricul tural department chemists found bran, roasted shells, corn, cracker-dust, char coal and fibrous matter in samples of pepper —[Baltimore Sun. Roman Vanity Originated Miniatures. The origin of tho word “miniature” is as follows: In the golden days of Ro man literature to bo a successful author was to be as great as a king, for kings looked to their poets for immortality, as Augustus Cajiar did to Horace. Hence it was to be expected that authors would feel their importance and display more or less vanity. One of their weak nesses was to see their portraits painted in artistic fashion in their parchment books. This work was intrusted to ar tists called “miniatores,” that is, artists whose work was largely done in vermil iod, a color extracted from cinnabar, and called by the Romans “minimum.” Those “miniatores” chose the oval form for their beautifully brilliant portraits _ on the parchment books, and hence the origin of tho term “miniature,” a small, hand-painted oval or round portrait.—* ]Phiiadelphia Call. Antiquity of Brickmaking. Brickmaking is one of the oldest trades ia tho world. 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