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THE TRIBUNE.
VOL. I.
A SMILE TO WIN AND HEART TO WOO.
The world is broad and the world is long.
There’s agroiui of pain and a, snatch of song.
'There’s a sky that’s dark, and a Sky that’s
blue.
There’s a breast that's false and a breast
that’s true;
But above all else there’s a hand for you.
There’s a smile to win and a heart to woo.
The world is round and the world is deep.
There's ft day of toil and a night of sleep.
There’s an hour of pain and a day of fear.
Thoro’s a week of peace and a month of
oheer;
But above all else there’s a hand for you.
There’s a smile to win and a heart to woo.
Tho world is sad and the world is gay.
There’s a time to work and a time to play.
There’s a thorn of woe and a word of love.
There’s a sigh that startles tho cooing dove;
But above all else there’s a hand for you.
There’s a smile to win and a heart to woo.
Tho world is bright and the world Is sweet.
There's a resting halm for the many feet.
There’s a bed of down and a spot of ease.
There’s a look to cheer and a voice to
please;
But above all else there’s a hand for you.
There’s a smile to win and a heart to woo.
—F. Don Hobkrtson.
Dans Predicament. •
“Well, good-bye. Yqp will fall a
victim, I have not the slightest doubt,
to Emmeline’s charms.”
“Yes; but will she allow herself to
be charmed?”
“Not if she’s wise. But here is your
train. Goodbye; and if ydu break
your heart the great remedy for such
complaints is change of scene, yon
know’. If I hear of you in Africa I
shall understand what has happened.”
The speakers shook hands. He found
a place in the train, and she made her
way again to the pony carriage in
which she had driven him to the sta¬
tion, his farewell words not having
been perhaps exactly what they would
have been if spoken in the hearing
a less limited audience.
• “What an idiot he is!” she said to
herself,, and then she laughed. The
epithet w r ould not have wounded the
feelings of the most sensitive of mor¬
tals had he read aright the laugh that
followed it. “Poor George!” xvas
with a sigh her next ‘Comment, and a
grave look clouded her bright face.
George was the husband for whom
her mourning had now reached the
lavender and white stage. Poor George
he had never - liked her cousin, But
there was no harm in Dau, absolutely
none. The pony took his time through
the hedge-shaded lanes—hedges gar¬
landed with wild roses and honey¬
suckle.
Three days afterwards the post
brought a letter, among others, that
was read over more than once by the
recipient. It ran after this wise:
Dear Lydia— Wofds spoken in jest,as you
and the Greeks say, ooino true. I am en¬
gaged to Miss Winterton., Emmeline—for
so I have a right now to call her—made me
the happiest of men by accepting me this
morning. I feel X cannot lot a post go with¬
out telling yon my news. When I think of
how we made a subject for ridicule and mer¬
riment of an object to me now so precious,
I indeed come to theconclusion that my fate
is better than I deserve. Yours, always affec¬
tionately, S.—Emmeline D. Forbes.
P. sends her best love, and
counts upon your presence at tho wedding.
Lydia’s red and white grew very
vivid as she read this communication
the first time. On the second perusal,
w'hite predominated; on the third, her
color suddenly returned, and she
laughed.
.. He is a silly creature,” she told
herself; “I will give him a good time
in revenge. He deserves it. How
could I be so foolish as to be taken in?
Emmeline! Absurd! Poor old
Emmeline, with her dust cloak and
bag Lydia of keys,” down her
sat to writing-table,
and, looking very much pleased with
herself all the while, wrote as follows:
My Dear Dan — I do no: deny that your
note took mo a little by surprise, but I am
very, very glad (three underlines to each
very) of what you toll me. Of course, our
foolish little jokes meant nothing. In fact,
as a blind, people often joke about those
they like best. I think Emmeline is most
admirably calculated to mako you happy,
and I send my sincerost good wishes for
your future life. Always, dear Dan, with
love to Emmeline.
Your affectionate cousin,
Lctia Brackenbury.
P.S.—Please give tlie enclosed note to Mrs.
Winterton. I cannot forbear writing just a
line to her to say how much your engage¬
ment. of which I have heard from you,
pleases me. She will be so glad about it her¬
self, I know.
Captain Forbes was at breakfast
when Lydia’3 letter was brought to
him. The Winterton family were
ranged round the table, and without
reading his own document, lie handed
at once to Mrs. Winterton the note
enclosed and addressed to her in his
cousin’js handwriting. Then he read
“ Don’t C3-1^7 -o ITp tlio Slaip. XI
BUCHANAN, GA., FRIDAY, MAY 13. 1898.
what she had written to him, nnd his
usually lively color turned to a posi¬
tive gray. This was awful. He had
given to Mrs. Winterton a letter to
say how much pleased Lydia was to
have heard from him of liis engage¬
ment to her daughter. What a fright¬
ful perdicameut to be in! He looked
to the head of the table where Mrs.
Winterton, a most grim, stiff and pro¬
priety-loving specimen of the British
mother, sat behind the teapot. He
looked across to Emmeline in her
prim, unattractive, old-maidish, latter
youth. How should he ever get out
of this? Of course the letter was all
nonsense. There hadn’t been a word
of truth in it. How could there have
been? Really, Lydia might have
known. He had certainly taken a long
time to compose the effusion and to
make it seem as real as possible; but
to whom would it have occurred, even
if she had believed such a monstrous
impossibility, that she would have
gone and written off on the spur of
the moment to the old woman? And
she didn’t seem to care one straw.
She believed such an outrageously im¬
possible thing, without the least hesi¬
tation or distress! It was nothing to
her; evidently nothing at all. Good
heavens! what a position; what in the
world was he to do? He scarcely dared
look again towards Mrs. Winterton as
she read the most unfortunate and ill-
conceived epistle. How furious the
woman would be. He would have to
apologize, He would have to ex-
plain that it w r as only a joke; Only a
joke! that was a pleasant explanation
to have to make. Well, he had been
in some nasty predicaments before in
his life, but this outvied them all.
As soon as the women had left the
room, the door of which he had held
opeu for them with the most hang-dog
air that human being ever wore, Cap¬
tain Forbes sought refuge in the
shrubbery, and racked his brains to
determine upon the best course of con¬
duct to be pursued under the present
terrific condition of affairs. He had
best, he speedly concluded, go and
have it out with the old woman and
get it over. There was nothing to be
gained by waiting. It was indeed past
praying for. Thereupon he retraced
his steps, and met Mrs. Winterton, as
luck w r ould have it, immediately in the
hall.
“May I speak to you for a moment,
Mrs. Winterton?” be asked.
Mrs. Winterton acceded to the re¬
quest. She w - as always stiff and for¬
mal, and whether there was much
stiffness and formality added to what
was usual the unhappy man was too
much embarrassed to rightly deter¬
mine. ,
“I am sure I am exceedingly sorry
that it should have happened,” he be¬
gan, as soon as he found himself in
the drawing-room. “Had I bad the
faintest idea that my cousin would
take it in that way, and that this would
have occurred, I don’t know what I
wouldn’t sooner have doue than write
that letter.” Mrs. Winterton made
no reply. Her pale, cold blue eyes
were fixed upon Captain Forbes’ agi¬
tated countenance. “She gives no
help,” he thought, “and certainly I
don’t deserve it. Ass that I was.
‘Delirious ass,’ as Macgregor would
say. You see,” he went hesitating
and stammering on, “my cousin, Mrs.
Brackenbury, did not understand that
it was a joke, or, of course, she
wouldn’t have written to you treating
the matter seriously. No one can
more regret than I do that I took Miss
Winterton’s name in such a way. Yon
must think it quite unpardonable.”
“I do not quite understand you,
Cajrtain Forbes,” Hrs. Winterton re¬
plied, in her rigid, frozen voice. “I
do not quite understand to what you
are alluding.”
“I am alluding to my cousin’s letter
to you that she enclosed in one to me.
I gave it to you, not for an instant
supposing that she had taken seriously
what I said about my engagement to
your daughter,” Captain Forbes
answered, with the it’s-no-use-beat-
ing-about-the-bush feeling now upper¬
most in bis distracted mind.
Mrs. Winterton regarded him with
a most withering expressing.
“Am I to understand from you Cap¬
tain Forbes,” she inquired, “that you
have Mrs. been amusing yourself, writing
to Brackenbury to inform her as
a joke that you were about to become
the husband of my daughter?”
“I kuovv it was abominable of me,”
Captain Forbes said. “I see perfectly
that it was wholly unjustifiable, and I
regret my most atrociously idiotic let¬
ter more than words can say. ”
“Yours,certainly, seems an ill-timed
pleasantry, ” Mrs. Winterton answered,,
her blue eyes colder and her icy man¬
ner icier than ever, “and I should have
known nothing of the nature oi' youif
humor had you not kindly explained
it to me. There was no word referring
to vour joke in Mrs. Brackenbury’s
letter.”
Poor Captain Forbes, “delirious
ass” twice over he told himself. li
he’d held his tongue, the old woman
would have known nothing. He might,
he thought, have trusted Lydia not to
have been deceived in the way that,
during the shock of his sudden dis¬
may, he had supposed. But it was
too bad of her. In the sanctuary of
his own room, he drew writing materi¬
als to him again and sent her a briefer
letter this time than the first had
been.
“You have got me into a horrible
hole,” he wrote, “and I never felt such
a fool in my life. I am going back to
London at once.”
The next morning he found a tele-
gram waiting for him at liis club,
“When do you start ior Africa?”
“She is really a little wretch,” he
thought, smiling. But he could for-
give anything better than that she
should have received calmly, even
gladly, the announcement of his ell-
gagement to—well, to everybody, not
only to poor Emmeline, in fact.
“I start for Africa next week,” ^ he
telegraphed. “Shall I come and see
you first?”
. . If you like,” the answer came.
Tliere was no going to Africa for
him.—New York Ledger.
Tlie Kaiser and His Nicknames.
There is a story told in the English
Illustrated in connection with the
German emperor, and his nicknames.
In the course of conversation at a reg¬
imental dinner at which the Duke of
Connaught was present the Kaiser
said: “They call me the Traveling
Kaiser, don’t they? I.wonder if that’s
the only nickname I’ve got?” Prince
Henry laughed, and Major von Ples-
sen, unable to control himself, joined
him. “What is it?” asked the Empe¬
ror. “Do you know of any other
nickname? If so, out with it.” The
major mumbled something about bis
respect, but the emperor said, “Well,
if you don’t want to do it to please
me,-1 command you to speak.”
The major then confessed that the
empero^ was known' among the com¬
mon soldiers as “Alarm Fritz,” on
account of his habit of suddenly, in
the middle of the night, rousing the
■garrison of the town in which he
might be staying. The emperor
laughed heartily at this, and Prince
Henry remarked to his brother, “Well,
you have a similar mime in the navy!
The boys call you ‘Gondola Billy,’ for
gondoling about, as they call it, on
your ships constantly in the summer,
and being everywhere and anywhere
on the boats.” “Well,” said the em¬
peror, “those are three fine nick¬
names; but inasmuch as all of them
paint me as a busy man, I rather like
them.”
A Paradise for tlie Poor.
London will scon become the ideal
home of the poor man. Lord Bowton,
the well-known private secretary of the
late Lord Beacousfield, is extending in
every direction in the vast British
metropolis his eminently successful
scheme of cheap hotels, built and run
on the same lines as the Mills hotels
in this city, and now Sir Thomas Lip-
ton has made arrangements to follow
suit by establishing all over London
restaurants of an analogous character,
where substantial and good meals can
be obtained for cost price. It is not
proposed to run these restaurants at a
loss, but neither is it intended to-run
them at a profit.—New York Tribune.
Bright Excuses.
“Shiftless as ever, Thomas?” said
the wealthy uncle. “Still making a
failure of life, as you always have
done?”
“I don’t know that I’m such a ter¬
rible failure,” sulkily answered the
poor relation.
“Why, you have nobody but your¬
self to support, and you can’t make
both ends meet.”
“Well, the rainbow has only itself
to support and it doesn’t make both
ends meet, either.”—Chicago Trib¬
une.
Has 235 I.iving Children.
Mrs. Sallie Shiver, who lives near
Albany, Ga., has 235 living children,
grandchildren, great-grandchildren
and great-great-grandchildren. In
addition to these 75 of the old lady’s
descendants are dead, making the
total number 310.
Maine people are shipping pine
cones to the treeless plains of the
West.
HYPNOTISM IN INDIA.
So Say* Till* Man Concerning: the Tricks
of Jugglers.
A correspondent writing fromTndia
regarding the theory that the jugglers
perform their tricks by “will power,”
says; “During the course of the In¬
dian mutiny .1 made the acquaintance
of one of these gentlemen of India,
w ho tried to instruct me how to per¬
form these tricks. He said it was all
imaginary on the part of the specta¬
tors, as lie simply willed that they
should see those things. Yet I, in
common with Western nations w r as
too auimalized and materialized, by
flesh-eating and consumption of alco¬
hol, to retain or accept any deep spir-
itual teaching,
•‘The most exciting performance
that he gave for my amusement was
the converting of a bamboo stick iuto
a native servant. Afterward—in his
absence—I tried it on, and to my sur-
prise the same man was before me
asking for instructions. I directed
him to till the chatties on the veranda
with water from the well in the com-
p 0U nd. This ha proceeded to do.
when he had filled them all to over-
flowing I requested him to stop. He,
however, took no notice of me, and
went on stolidly bringing in the water,
until, in my excited imagination, it
seemed that the bungalow, would be
washed away. Finding that I could
not arrest or stop his movements, he
passing through me as though p did
not exist, I drew my sword and lay in
wait for him. Making a slash, 1 ap-
parently cut him in twain, when lo !
there were two men bringing in water,
neither of whom could I restrain or
prevent from doing so.
“I was completely out of my depth,
when I heard a quiet laugh behind
me, and on turning I found it was my
instructor, who held up, liis right hand,
and the two men disappeared, the
stick resuming its place on the ver-
anda, and to crown all, there was not
the slightest sign of any water having
been brought in. I excitedly ap¬
pealed to him for an explanation. He
said that he had been present all the
time, having willed that he should be
invisible to me, and that I should im¬
agine myself to see and do what I
thought had taken place. In order to
prove it, he asked me to step out iuto
the compound, and directed my atten¬
tion to a huge cavern, which I knew
was not there before. As 1 entered a
number of huge elephants and camels
issued from it in a continuous stream,
yet I could not touch one of them.
They apparently passed over me as
though I did not exist. He again
raised his hand, and the cavern and
animals disappeared, and there was
no indication of au exodus of any
kind.”
For Thin Folk.
Eat for breakfast oatmeal swimming
in cream. Drink not tea or coffee,but
cocoa, chocolate and milk. Spurn toast-
especially if it be made of graham or
gluten bread. Eat freshly made wheat
bread, with batter and honey.
Eat fruit for your breakfast, but not
the tart grape and the tartar grape
food. Eat baked apples with plenty
of sugar and cream, and all sorts of
stewed fruits which require sweeten¬
ing.
Eat meats with fat on them. Eat
fisli with white sauces. Eat potatoes,
cornstarch, simple puddings and ice¬
creams.
Drink milk and cream whenever
you happen to want them. If you
dou’t care for these nourishing drinks,
cultivate a taste for them. Avoid lem¬
onade, lime juice, and the like.
Wear warm, luxurious clothing, but
be careful not to have it so warm as
to induce perspiration, for that will
prove flesh reducing. Do not let it
be too heavy, either.
Don’t worry. Don’t lie awake at
night to think about your shortcom¬
ings and other people’s sins.
Use of London Fogs.
Until now people have been at a loss
to discover the use of those terrible
fogs which so frequently envelop the
British metropolis as with a pall.
From the annual reports just furnished
by the London gas companies it would
appear that each foggy day in London
represents to the gas companies ex¬
tra receipts to the extent of over $100,-
000. In view of this revelation peo-
plo are now asking themselves in Eng-
land whether the parliamentary op-
positiou to legislation in favor of
compelling all industrial concerns in
the metropolis to use devices for con-
sinning their own smoke does not
originato with the gas companies, siuco
London fogs are largely composed of
the smoke from coal.—New York Trib-
uno.
NO. 23.
A TYPICAL EGYPTIAN VILLAGE.
Huts of Sun-Dried Mud, Without Ventila¬
tion and Full of Vermin.
B. Talbot Kelly, the English art¬
ist, has written for the Century an
article entitled “An Artist Among the
Fellaheen.” Mr. Kelly says of a
typical Egyptian village:
Built entirely of sun-dried mud, the
small, low huts, from considerations
of economy nnd space, join one an¬
other whenever possible. Narrow and
tortuous laues, left at haphazard,
form the only thoroughfares, in which
at first appears to be a huge mound of
mud, surmounted by heaps of cotton
and durra stalks, which serve the dual
purpose of thateli and fuel. Many of
these lanes are merely culs-de-sac,
ending abruptly in a neighbor’s court
yard, and forcing one to retrace bis
steps and try again. Experience has
taught me that the streets lead in the
direction at first suggested; it is often
safer to start the other way, nnd trust
to the winding of the path to bring
one out somewhere near the desired
spot.
As a rule, the villages have the ap¬
pearance of fortifications, the outside
walls being frequently without doors
or windows, and the lanes of the vil-
lage terminating in massive wooden
doors, which are usually closed at
nightfall, and guarded on the inside
by the village guffrali, or night watch-
men.
Each “house” has usually one door,
opening into the lane, small and low;
and the few windows, if provided at
all, are merely slits in the mud w;*!l,
innocent of glass or shutter, but or-
nameuted with a lattice of split bam-
boo, placed crosswise during building.
Ventilation there is virtually none,
the smoke of the fire of dung or corn
cobs finding its egress by the door,
and well nigh choking the inhabitants,
which include not only the family,but
chickens, turkeys, pigeons goats and
whatever live stock the inhabitants
'
possess.
Every effort to exclude air seems to
be made, the houses being too low to
feel the breezes, and the streets too
narrow to allow of any air circulation.
The roofs, covered with piles of rub¬
bish for fuel, afford accommodation
for a second installment of goats,
pigeons, cats and especially dogs. One
wonders how life can he supported in
such conditions; yet the people are
well conditioned and healthy, living'
their lives in the fields and returning
to their houses only to eat and sleep.
Insect life naturally abounds, the
Egyptian flea particularly being a
prodigy of manly vigor and activity;
but the Fellah lias a hide like a ga-^
moose (the Egyptian buffalo), and
even travelers like myself eventually
become impervious to its onslaught.
Outside the village and almost at their
very doors, the filth nnd ofi'nl of the
place are deposited, resulting in the
development of that plague peculiar to
Egyptian life—“flies”—disgusting,but
very necessary as scavengers, without
which and the equally valuable rat
these villages would quickly become
uninhabitable.
Shark Charmers.
In the Persian gulf the divers have
a curious way of opening the season.
They depend implicitly upon the
shark conjurers, and will not descend
without their presence. To meet this
difficulty the government is obliged to
hire the charmers to divert the atten¬
tion of the sharks from the fleet, As
the season approaches, vast numbers
of natives gather along the shore and
erect huts and tents and bazaars, At
the opportune moment —usually at
midnight, so as to reach the oyster
banks at sunrise—the fleet, to the
number of eighty or a hundred boats,
pulls out to sea. Each of these boats
carries two divers, a steersman and a
shark charmer, and is manned by
eight or ten rowers. Other conjurors
remain on shore, twisting their bodies
and mumbling incantations to divert
tlie sharks. In case a man-eater is
perverse enough to disregard t he
charm and attack a diver an alarm is
given and no other diver will descend
on that day, The power of the con¬
jurer is believed to be hereditary, and
the efficacy of his incantations to be
wholly independent of his religious
faith.—Lijipincott’s.
Over 4000 Pieces in One Floor,
The floor of the rotunda at the Lon-
don Coal Exchange, where the mer-
chants gather, is very unique. It is
composed of inlaid woods, arranged in
the form of » mariner’s compass,
within a border of Greek fret. Up-
ward of 4000 pieces of wood are em-
ployed. Almostevery English variety
is included in this scheme of decora¬
tion.