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Have moved across the street to the Medical Building, next *D Dll ’IDI/rn P P(1 door to Crouch 8l Co’s, Drug store, near Douglas & Co's, Stables- PEMTC [~l IQ MICiJFQ Q • Di lIIC AtIVLH kx ullj Go there for Bargains in Dry-goods, Notions and Shoes. Ties Etc, ULII I U I (J 11 11 lUIILn Ui 2 Spools cotton for five cents, 5 Papers pins for five cents, A PICTURE. The camera’ll lens wa» open, A vision quick!) passed In through the lilted shutter. Which cloned and held it fast. Although ’twin- but an instant. By aouie mysterious art The camera drank its beauty, And treasured it at heart. And wrote the vision dowa With all its charming grace. And gave to me a eopy— It wm my sweetheart's face. So here it is before me. Perfuming all my room. Among sweet apple biossems Which never cease to bloom. A picture and a I ranting— Which sweetest, who can tell? The frame of dainty blo-soms Which from the magic spell Os her deft touch drew life. And seeing her blushed pink. Or of her own pretty likeness Os whom I love to think? Just so one day I saw her. And by Sir Cupid's art 1, too, drank in her beauty And wrote it in my heart. And as she sits before me. With flowers for a frame. So sweet that nature’s flowers Must wonder whence they came. So in my heart she sitteth And evermore shall reign. While round her thoughts the sweetest Are woven for a frame. —Chicago Record. NORMAN’S WOE. One windy afternoon in August, two years ago, an observant passen ger on the steamer from Boston to, Gloucester, who was scanning Briar island w ith a fieldglass, became in terested in two young men ashore. One carried the other on his back. No other figures could be seen on Briar island. A small tent was pitched on the island’s summit. The head of the carried youth hung on his own right shoulder. From his legs’ limpness he seemed dead or paralyzed. His arms were grasped in front of the burden bear er’s cheat. The backs of both were toward the steamer. That the carried youth had fallen from some pinnacle of the little is land’s rough eastern shore was the first surmise of my informant, the observant passenger. He did not readily suspect that the conqueror in a fight was carrying his victim’s body up hill in the broad light of day. Clearly the burden bearer was strong, for he ascended the declivity with steady strides, bore his load into the tent and was lost to sight. It then struck my informant as strange that the young man did not hasten out to signal the steamer for aid. My informant is a typical Boston man, deliberate, reticent, averse to committing himself, disliking “fuss,'’ unwilling to, appear conspicuous. He thought of asking the captain to send a boat ashore, but he seldom speaks to any one without an intro duction. Yet he began to fear that he might become excited enough *lO do so when he saw the strong youth come out of the tent, gaze straight at the steamer and still w-ave no handkerchief nor make any such ap peal. My friend was sure he would, in such a case, commit himself so far as to hail the nearest craft. But what it that craft were a mile distant and rapidly moving away? My informant began to wonder if a crime had been committed on that rock, and the more he watched it fade away the more he feared this was the one reasonable explanation. The youth, momentarily growing dimmer to my friend’s view, went back to the tent, peered in, stood half a minute, as if held by what he saw, turned, straightened up and looked round over Massachusetts bay. White caps lifted in all directions except under the island’s lee. The wind was rising. The steamer rolled considerably running across seas. Nearly all small sail in sight were making for the nearest ports. Large craft stood far out, with little can vas. Some dories of fisherman were tossing wildly at anchor, but more were seeking shelter. The observant passenger saw the youth stoop suddenly, pick some thing up and run, apparently with an oar in hand, down the steep of the island's lee. There he disap peared. Two minutes later some tiny yel low craft shot forth from that lee shore toward the open bay. The lit tle vessel was scarcely visible from the receding steamer. It pointed al most straight against the wind. My informant recognized it as a canoe, for he could see the gleitm of the double paddle. Who, except one afraid of his fellow men ashore, would, thought iny informant, face such weather in a canoe, as if to get out to sea beyond Cape Ann, where he might chance to be picked up by some outgoing vessel, beyond reach by telegram or detectives; The Boston passenger then con fided his suspicions to the Boston captain, who looked impassive and said nothing. Feeling that he had “slopped over” in vain, the Boston passenger went below to a secluded nook, avoiding the eye of man. But when he reached Gloucester he re ported all, conscientiously, to the chips of police, who said "he guessed he'ihsee 'bout it if it wasn't all light. - ’ Tnt wind rose to a gale that after noon' Next morning, when my in formant returned by the same steam er, the sea was like a mill pond, ex cept for the porpoises trying to stand on their heads. On Briar island the tent still stood. My informant was convinced th|va murdered body lay THE HUSTLER GF ROME, SUNDAY SEPTEMBER 9 1894 within it and now disclosed himself to the captain as a stockholder in the line. So a boat was sent ashore with I the captain and his passenger. In the tent they found some cook ing utensils, a gun case lettered “G. B.a jointed fishing rod, some tae- i kle, an air mattress and two b.un | kets soaked with blood. My informant was beginning to take full notes when the captain in sisted on hurrying away. It was none of his business anyhow, he I said. He couldn’t lose time to mix : himself up with any case in court. | Bo the observant passenger was com pelled to hasten aboard, consoling , himself that his sagacity had been vindicated. The adventure gave him a keen, unusual sense of being alive. What he did on reaching Boston need not be recorded, because the meaning of what he had seen may be liest learned from the narrative of Skipper Mm cheever of Beverly. Almost any’ day’ in summer you j may see the white catboat Minnie ' Mincheever, at anchor before Bever ly, unless her skipper, Absalom Min cheever, has gone forth on some cruise. In summer he hires, boat and skipper, to chance cornel’s. Dur ing full and spring he uses the Min nie—named for his young sister—as a fishing lx>at. The fishing in stormy months keeps Absalom in practice for sudden perils of that terrible coAst and maintains in him that nerve which is as remarkable as his volubility. Os his adventures he loves to talk, though many’ are scarcely important enough to warrant the detail in which he imparts them. But, small or great, he tumbles them out almost incessantly as some landmark brings them to his memory. Thus on my first trip with liim last summer he poured forth this tale of Norman s Woe: “Now therC’s Norman’s Woe,” he began, waving his free hand toward a brown mound of rock that seeined part of the north shore near the en trance to Gloucester bay. “Once 1 had a tight pinch right there. The Vvind was a living gale, and” “Norman's Woe?” I interrupted. “Yes, certainly. As I was saying, there was more than half a gale” “Do you mean to say there's a real Norman’s Woe —the very Norman’s Woe where Longfellow’s schooner Hesperus was wrecked ?” “Looks real enough, don’t it? But none of the Longfellows ’long this coast lost no schooner, so fur’s I know. Abe’s no sailor, nor yet Hiram, and Pete, him that lives back of Mingo’s beach —why, Pete”- ‘ ‘And that is really’ Norman's Woe I” I cried. “Well, of the millions who have learned the ballad at school, how few imagine it refers to a real reef! It's jieaceful enough today. 1 say, skipper, won’t you run in and give me a good look at it?” “Ortainjy, certainly,” said A bra lom, and put the Minnie about al most as easy as a bird turns. Close past the buoy bearing the fog bell we ran in. Now it was si lent. And was this the bell that knelled in the ears of the Hesperus skipper as he looked on his little daughter bound to the mast and “steered for the open sea;” Absalom's eyes fell on the fog bell. “Youwere loud enough that day!” he shouted, shaking his fist at it. “Lord, how that bell did clank! You hain’t got no idea of what that coast is in a gale from sea. The Woe was all a smother of breakers clear up, for the tide was high. The roll ers looked like they’d roar over into the cove behind. “Well, sir, my sister and me—it's her I named this boat so been out north yonder fishing, for she was on her holidays and me engaged with no party for the day, and she’d been teaching school spring and winter. As the wind kept rising, we ran for Gloucester bay. It was in August, just about this time, too; but the blow was fit for October —only warm er. And as we staggered round the point yonder what should we see but a canoe! “A dory could scarce live in such a sea, but there was that young chap in about here. He was riding free, paddling straight into the face of the I waves, flung up till you could seo I half his keel —then he'd slide out of I sight down the trough so you'd think I he'd never come up again. “ ‘An open canoe?’ says you. Great ! skeesicks, do you suppose any’ open ■ canoe could ’a’ lived therq? No: she I was divided into bulkheadsand deck ' ed tight —so 1 learned after all was I done. No sinking her. He was too smart to let her be rolled over. The I danger was that she’d be blown j ashore and smashed to kindling and j the life pounded out of him on Nor j man's Woe. It turned out he'd come in a rising sea clear away’ from Briar island, and now his strength was petering out just in front of the Woe. “All his work was to keep off the rock till he’d get a chance to run for yon gravelly’ beach in nearer Glouces j ter. But ’twas no go. The reef was ; bound to have him. The gale was more against him every minute, and so the tide was too. “When I catched sight of that ca ( noe, I wasn’t noways pleased. There was Round Rock shoal and Dog bar for the Minnie Mincheever to get past to anchor safely. I was wet and hungry and mad, and my sister was crosser’n me, for she’d wanted me to start in an hour earlier. Scared; Geewhitaker. no! She c*n sail a ' boat with any man on this coast. “What uiud<- her n me mad was to see the Woe would get that canoe in 10 minutes if we ddu t. There ' wasn’t another r:;g of sail out hut > our'n. I couldn’t think wnat In-d - possessed the man to Lx- canoeing .u , such weather. He'd a'drtl.eu .«--<<. e t in two minutes if he gave the niud I his broadside and tried to run pt-st I the Woe. All he couid do vac die straight at the wind, and yet he wasn't half holding his own. “No arms could a made head against that gale and tide and sea to gether —he was just working for a , few minutes' more life at best. “Well, sir, was 1 going to risk my sister and my boat trying to pick up a crazy’ young chap? It would bo a desperate risk. There might lx* room for us where he was, and then there mightn't. 1 was treble reefed —not I sail enough to get round half lively. ' I couldn't seem to feel we'd any clear call in there, but it hurt my feelings terrible to lyt him be lost right under my eyes. “I was holding right on for Glouces ter when my sister catc.it. d sight of the canoe—she'd been watching out the other side. Nothing would do her but we should try’ the rescue. Her eyes were blazing—all is, we were about in two shakes and run ning about sou'west to get sea room before we'd come about and make straight for that canoe. “Our plan was to run to the stran ger, we flying right along the length of Norman's Vv Ob. Before we was tod near we’d know if there was a chance of going cuose enough to take him off and yet saving ourselves. But when we went out yonder 1 saw plain that we'd be within a hundred yards of the rock before we could reach him. “If we could snatch him off in, passing, we might get clear, but to come into the wind then or slacken at all looked like sure death —we d Im pounding on the Woe before we could get a new move on. and it looked two chances to one we’d be blown on the east end of the reef if we even went near him. “ ‘We can't do it*’ says I. “ ‘We got says Minnie, stamp ing her foot. Ai.ti -s lio be scairt out where a gal didn't blench? “ ‘Say’ your prayers, sis,'says I. and in we went, flying half across the trough. “I could trust the boat agin cap sizin, but her bows would fly’ wide when she rose if a hand quick as mine wasn’t at the wuecl. One of us must stand by to throw the man a rope. My sister could steer as well I as me, so I gave her the wheel ami j got a rope ready, i gt.uu* tfie clank j of that bell was sounoiug like doom to that young fellow, but he kept j paddling. cteia y and cmd. Ins uw was set ;.s a none, and every wave flung crests it. “When we were within 50 yards of him. I s.,w there v,. s m.gfity l.tue use iln ov. n.g t. i ,-e. .„o i 5 he’d imss it. L ho itroppvd iiis puu die to grab it, the wind would throw his bow right round and maybe roll him over. If he did catch on, we’d jerk him overboard and lose time trying to fetch him in, and be poundin on the reef ourselves. “There was just one chance to get him aboard, but to take it was des ! perate. It was to go half round on the wind, run close alongside him, give him a chance to jump for our rail, keep our speed right along, wheel sharp and get back on our course along shore. But there was the Woe so close that I could hear clearly a sort of rumbling like bowl ders grinding in the waves—and was we to point for that death? “No, sir, I didn’t dare, and my’ sis ter flinched too. She kept the course, and we was going to fly’ past his bow. It was shooting out so high it looked most as if it would be aboard us if we were in the trough when it next came dowm. Well, sir, we wasn’t three lengths of this boat from that chap when he opened out with a roar like a foghorn: “ ‘You can’t —do—itl Thank you —sor —try in g. Tell—a—doctor— to —go—instantly—to—Briar—island. There’s —a man there with broken —legs. I—was—going—for— a—doctor.’ “Do you see that?” cried Absalom, swinging his free arm, with a curved elbow, out from his side and around to his front horizontally. “Before the words were out of his lips, that's 1 what this boat did. 1 thought my sister’d gone clean crazy. She went round on the wind. It was like mak ing a scoop at the canoe. The Min nie jerked straight up on an even keel for two seconds. I thought she s was going to jibe, but in them two seconds our quarter had knocked up against the canoe, and the young ’ chap reached for our rail. i “I didn’t even look to see what be came of him. My* eyes were on Nor man’s Woe. We seemed right on it, sure. Lord! the trampling of them breakers! I jumped to my sister’s side. We jammed the wheel down together. Thank God, it was a cat boat under us! Back we were on our course again almost liefore the young chap could pick himself up from before our feet. “Don't tell me there ain't no mira cles these days! Saving him was one; getting clear of the Woe ourselves was the other. Some might say the wind slanted a bit favorable just then, being sort of eddied around the Woe. But that’s the way with miracles. He works so’s you can be lieve nature just did it, or if your heart’s simpler you can believe it’s him. “Anyhow that sudden slant of the wind let us bear up as much as four ; or five points east and fetched us ) lairsiy clear of the Woe before we 1 InsJ to tail off again. But then we | had plenty <1 room to worx up into the b*y. “The young chap said mighty lit tle but ‘Thank you for my life.’ His | name was George Bowles, a Boston I boy. But women is curious crea- I turee. my e-ler burst oat c.yxug. and left the wheel to me. and flung down into ibe cabin and lay there > sobbing like her heart would break. 1 “ ‘To tniuk she wus so near tor- i Baking him!’ says she. “Well, sir, seen enough of Nor- I man s Woe? We'll go about, then, to '< clear Eastern point. “What Ixcame of the chap with ; his legs broken? Why, we ran up j with a tug two hours laterand fetch- j ed him to hospital. Terrible bad break one leg was bone came through the skin, and the doctor said he’d have tkd to. death if it wasn’t for the way young Bowles had tied up the leg before he left, so’s to stop the circulation. “Now, you see,Dog bar yonder? Well, once I was ashore there.” And then Skipper Mincheever launched into a new tale waich 1 may record here some future day.—Edward W. Thomson in Youth’s Companion. Oldeiit li.hablti-,! Diri-lling In Britain. The oldest inhabited dwelling in the British islee is Dun Vegan castle, in the , highlands of Scotland, “the romantic seat of Macreod of Mac leod,” as Scott calls it in a note to the “Lord of the Isles.” “It looks,” says Boswell in his account of Johnson’s visit thither, “as if it had been let down from heaven by the four cor ners, to be the residence of a chief.” j It has been added to, century after | century, and is now a huge and mass ive structure, built on a precipitous pile of rock, rising sheer out of the ocean, with walls nine feet thick, battlemented towers, dungeons dark and drear, ari ow loopholes and an j impregnable kw; it has. i:j tact, been fortified against the incursions of pirates and other foes, who from the olden days —a thousand years ago—when the i primeval tower first rose out of the ; waters of the Atlantic, might be ex- ■ pected to arrive by sea on evil pur- ; pose bent. Until about a hundred I years ago absolutely the only mode i of ingress or egress was by means of : a small pixstern door in the rock' overhanging the sea. A narrow' stretch ci lai.o lies all round the west side, and beyond that the moun tains rise in daik, yet everchanging beauty. - -Gowi Wo* Sidut y Anecdote*. Sydney Smith has a fund of anec dotes about Sc< ■icumen. Iles id that he was sit. .ng < :;e evening as a spec tator at a fashionable ball in Edin burgh. A young pouple were danc ing near him, and as the gentleman “crossed to partners” he heard him say, “Lady Margaret, what is your opinion of love?’’ The lady waited until she crossed over and then said, “That depends, Lord Donald, on whither ye refer to love in the ab stract or in the concrete.” A landlord who had been much troubled by poachers, set his game keeper on watch at a certain point of the surrounding Wall. About mid night the watchman saw a head peer ing above the wall, and presently the poacher was seated a straddle of it, evidently intending to jump down on the inside. Stepping out from his concealment, he cried, “Where y« goin, Sandy?” Sandy, taking in the situation, replied, “Mon, I'm just goin bock agin,” and slid down on the outside. Sydney Smith always insisted that “the only way you can get a joke into a Scotchman’s head is by a sur- I gieal operation.” A Case of ChriKtian Science. This gem was received by the pub lishers of The Northwestern Lancet: “Your copy of the Journal come, and the letter to asking me to send 50 cei. is and git it fur a yeer. I don't need no journal. When I git a tuff ease, I go Off inter some se- I ent plase and tell the lord all about it and wute for Inn: to put intei- my minde what ti r do. That's bettern journals and sykkpedes and such. If we had more lord trustin docters and lees colleges weed fare better. The lord knows moren all the docters, i and if we go to him fur noledge it ill -be bettern journals. Fraternally in the lord. A Christian Docter. P. S. — I’ve practist medisen morn 50 yeers. Yore ken publish this letter if you want ter.’’ A New Sleep Theory. A foreign scientist, whom the ac count says is a man of “internation al reputation,” offers a brand new theory of the cause of sleep. He be lieves the fatigue of the nervous sys tem which leads to this condition of the body to be due to an increase of the water holding power of the nerve cells. This being the case, the great -1 er the ability of the cells to hold wa , ter the less the nervous irritability of i the individual. 1 He further says that the sleeping individual is easily aw’akened as soon as the major por tion of the water has been eliminat ed by the “sleep process.”—St. Louis Republic. it* iivujj or beth til# Senh iu,<; me i a cngtfe ot puta, pm y, Mivti..- um ..frfl. dr*;.. i,r. i'lerttb Gtud®- b>«c<.vary. lt’ M .uui*; ki.<<w nforn WHsux Ikh.v u wt- kc.ee syb.eca. It thwoughlj pui.lies th. I.kvd, «ur . he. it, md make. :m ry j.atural ’beam, c. c. bJ. f , t< rai. injj. .nd nourish>n- the system. Iti ra ooverk- .-<.m ‘La Grippa" i..;.0;.i0, lexers, or other ► uebilitatinj diseases, nothing can equal it a. an appetising i fcM 1 CT 1 I restorative tonic to brina back health and ' viiror. Cures nervous and general debility Purify and rid your blood of the taint* | and jxasons that mnke it easy for disease fr f- »;♦ .•» )? b.'lk’. , r[ F to tbe only Lhx d-e'eaneey c. ’ -ild d ‘.t-aisth-restoiur ; < i ... ' > it» cffi i ts it cen be piaranteed, , It it ao*sut beiieiit or cure, in every 1 you have your money hack. | Throe’s no unSirtaiuty alx>ut Dr. I Cs.iairb lluncdr. Its proprietors will bay I you iffsKt cash if they can’t cure ci ■ Uuih, no matter how bad your case." The Burney Tailoring Co, 220 Broadway. What about a a very fine pair of pants, do you need a pair? Burney Tailor ing Co,, has just received the largest and best selected stock of pant goods ever shown in Rome. We have bought h e avily of fi n e pant goods and will make you a pair of dants for $1 0 that will cost Xou 12. to sl4. elsewhere. We have a MAN pants maker who learn ed his trade in New York and is as fine a pants maker as ever came South, so if you want a fine pair of pants, made right, call on us arid we furnish them on short notice. The Burney Tailoring Co. 220 Broadway BUYING APIANO You have been thinking d buying a Piano for a long time. , If you keep putting it on you will never get it Now is the time to buy, as tall is neai at hand, crops were never better. Nights are getting longer, a 1 d you have time to music. Call a store 227,’ B oad street and let inc show you some fine 111 strnmonts. I can sell you a new P l * l . l ? 0 for $200,00. A good one W the Kingsbery Piano 11 $300,00,0r a f.rstclass onewiH cost a little more. Terms ea\V If you can't call at the stoie wiite for catologue and P I|,L All 1 want is a chance top my claims. I S'll some ol * best make ot Pianos and gans, and wiil save you n- 01 . ey on anything in the nm line. E. E. FORBES- 227. Broad St. Rome Ga. and Anniston Ala,