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J. D. COLLEY & CO.,
YOL. I.
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LINGO LNTON, GA., FRIDAY, OCTOBER 5, 1883.
Vntold,
A face may be woelnl*white to cover a heart
that’s aching;
And a face may be fall of light over a heart
that’s breaking !
Tia not the heaviest grief for which we wear
the willow;
rhe tears bring slow relief which only wet
the pillow.
Hard may be burdens borne, thongh friends
would lain unbind them;
Harder are crosses worn where nono save
God can find them.
For the loved who leave our side our souls
are well-nigh riven;
Bnt ah! for the graves we hide, havo pity,
tender Heaven!
Soit be the words and sweet that soothe the
spoken sorrow;
Alas! for the weary feet that may not rest
to-morrow.
—Margaret E. Sangster.
THE JUDGE'S WIFE.
Judge Shickleton, one of the most
prominent jurists in Arkansaw, at a
banquet the other night, related an
interesting reminiscence of the early
days of Arkansaw.
“I came here,” said the judge, “just
after I had been admitted to the bar
in a Horthem State. Like the ave¬
rage young lawyer, I was poor, and
actually thirsted for a case. Shortly
after I arrived, I went to a mountain
district, and stopped at a small town
where court was in session. There
was considerable excitement in the
town over the trial of a young man
who had been indicted for murder.
The older lawyers were loth to engage
in the prosecution, so the young prose¬
cuting attorney was working single
handed. I met him the second day
after my arrival, and when he learned
that I was a lawyer, he said:
44 t I am glad to see you, for I know
that, as a young man in the profes¬
sion, you of course want an introduc¬
tion to the people of the State.
Hothing so quickly and effectually
introduces a man like participancy
in an important case. I am at pres¬
ent prosecuting, for murder, a young
fellow named Dawes. He is as guilty
as guilty can be, and should by all
means hang, yet I fear, with so much
opposition, that I will not be able to as¬
sist justice to a proper punishment of
the terrible crime. How, what I want
you to do is to assist me.’
“I did not at all relish the idea
that my first case should be one of
tragedy, and that my first money
derived from law should be blood
money ; but seeing no other opening,
and fearing that none other would
present itself, I consented. Just be¬
fore we reached the argument in the
case, the prosecuting attorney was
taken violently ill, leaving the entire
conduct of the case devolving upon
me. This, to me, put a dreadful
phase on the affair, and for a time I
meditated whether or not I would run
away from the country and seek my
fortune elsewhere, but finally deciding
that I -could never become a lawyer
without making sacrifices in the dis¬
charge of my duty, I resolved to re¬
main and do my best. I studied the
case carefully. I went to the place, a
short distance away, and examined
the ground where the murder had
been committed. I found a witness
who had not been summoned, and
upon the whole did good detective
work. The arguments began. 1
nerved myself to the point, and made
the best speech I could possibly for¬
mulate. I was somewhat surprised
at my own powers, and at the interest
I was taking in the case. The pris¬
oner, a handsome fellow, would at
times look at me in mute appeal, but
I knew that he was guilty. 1 estab¬
lished the fact that the defendant
had quarreled with an old man named
Shannon, and that shortly afterwards
he went to Shannon’s field and shot
him from the fence. I made every
point so clear that I could see the
jurymen shaking their heads when an
illustration was strikingly vivid. The
counsel for the defense, composed of
old lawyers, whose fame had Jong
since been established, looked at me
in astonishment. They met me, and
wanted a compromise. I knew
nothing but justice, and justice knew
no compromise. Finally, the case
went to the jury. IVithin five minutes
afterward a verdict of guilty was ren¬
dered.
“An appeal to the supreme court
was taken, but the decision of the court
below was sustained, and the young
man was hanged.
“ I did not settle in the town, for
,he scene became repulsive. I
moved to another part of the State,
where I soon established a good
practice.
“ One day, about three years after¬
ward, I met, at a northern watering
place, a beautiful young woman, whose
husband was dying of consumption.
She seemed so devoted to him, con¬
sulted his every whim, and was so
anxious about his comfort, that I
was attracted toward her. She did
not seem to doubt her husband’s recov¬
ery, and when one evening I asked
her if she did not think that he was
sinking rapidly, her large, lustrous eyes
filled with tears, and in a choking voice
she replied;
U 4 I don’t think that he is sick enough
to die.’
.4 t But you should be prepared for
the worse,’ I suggested
44 i I cannot be prepared for it.
Ho preparation can lighten the blow.
If lie dies, it is my desire to go too.’
a i But you cannot go without com¬
mitting suicide, and you certainly
cannot contemplate such a terrible
step.’
« < Oh, I don’t know,’ she exclaimed,
‘I don’t like to think about it.’
“ The consumptive grew worse
rapidly, but his wife was still hope¬
ful, for he would talk of what he
intended to do when he recovered.
One night, about twelve o’clock, I
was summoned to the poor fellow’s
room. He lay gasping for breath,
and his wife, beautiful even in grief,
sat holding his hands. The end soon
came, and I saw her bow her magnifi¬
cent head in despair.
“He was buried, in compliance
with a request that he made, on the
mountain, where a little stream
flowed, and where a tree, covered with
wild, beautiful vines, shaded a grassy
plot.
“I did not see Mrs. Delure, the
fair widow, for a few days after the
funeral. Then she came to bid me
good-bye.
“When the memory of your hus¬
band affords a melancholy pleasure,
instead of a deep grief, will you not
write to me?” I asked.
it 4 I don’t know,’ she replied. ‘I
don’t feel as though I shall ever again
feel disposed to write, but I thank
you for the deep interest you have
taken in me, and hope some day to
meet you again.’
44 4 You are young, Mrs. Delure, and
so am I. We may live a long time.
We may meet again. I would like
though, to gain one promise; that,
five years from now, you will write to
me,if for no other purpose than telling
me that your are well.’
it < But I may not be well,’ she re¬
plied, with a faint smile that went to
my heart.
44 < Then promise to tell me whether
you are sick or well? ’
“Why, if I am living, I will be
either sick or well, and if I’m dead, I
cannot write, you know,’ and again
the faint smile, like a softened twi¬
light, passed over her face.
‘“Write to me anyway? ’’
4. < I will,’ she said, as she entered
the hack. ‘ I will write just as soon
as I can.’
“ I returned to Arkansaw and re¬
sumed my practice, but business cares
did not remove the image of that
beautiful face. Day and night my
thoughts, sometimes anxious almost
beyond endurance, wandered back to
the watering place. Once I-dreamed
of that quiet,' sad smile, and awak¬
ing, I found that the first beams of
a rising moon were lighting my cham¬
ber.
“Two years passed, and I heard
nothing from Ella, as I had learned
to think of her. At last I determined
to go again to the watering place.
One evening, after I had been there
a few days, I was strolling on the
mountain, when I chanced to stroll
near Delure’s grave. Hearing voices,
I approached cautiously. I stood be¬
hind a tree. The moon came out, and
I saw Mrs. Delure and a man sitting
near the grave.
44 4 I cannot marry you,’ she said.
‘You have been very kind to me,
and have greatly aided me in getting
my school, but I cannot marry you.’
44 < Do you ever expect to marry
again ?’ he aked.
44 4 I don’t know. There is one man
whose memory I love. He was with
me when my husband died. If I
were to ever marry any one I would
marry him. I premised to write to
him, and I have tried a dozen times,
but each letter seemed like a love
letter.’
“I could stand no more, and ex¬
claiming • Ella,’ I rushed from my hid¬
ing place and caught her in my arms
The man looked on for a moment, and
turned away.
“ Our arrangements were soon com¬
pleted. Our wedding was quiet and
simple, and immediately after the oere
mony, we started for my home in Ar¬
kansaw.
“ We began housekeeping at once,
and I know there was not a happier
man in town than I. One evening,
while Ella and I were sitting in the
twilight, she said:
44 4 I never saw a man so little in¬
terested in any one’s history as you
are. You have been acquainted with
me a long time now, and have never
asked me anything about my former
self.’
“'Yout present self,’ I replied, ‘be¬
longs to me; your former self did not
I am never anxious about anything
that does not belong to me.’
M 4 Do you know that I used to live
in this state?’
44 < Did you?’ I asked, in surprise.
i* i Yes,’ she said, in a saddened
tone. * I have been three times mar¬
ried. My first husband was named
Dawes, but he was a bad man, and
died by the hand of the law.’
“ Great heavens, I had hung her hus¬
band.”
—Hopkinton Traveller.
A 8IXGVLAB STORY.
The Late Prelenor Palmer and Hie Peea
liar Experience.
In the “Life of Professor Palmer,”
who, it will be remembered, was killed
by Arabs when engaged upon a mid
sion in connection with the late Egypt¬
ian war, there is a remarkable story
told of an event which happened to
him when a youth in London. He
was threatened-with symptoms of pul¬
monary disease, and the doctors told
him that he had but a few months to
live. Believing this report, he gave
up his clerkship, and returned to his
aunt at Cambridge; and Mr. Walter
Besant, who writes the “Lif,e” vouch¬
es for what next happened.
There was at a time a certain herbalist
living at Cambridge, named Sberring
ham. How the profession of herbalist
is one which still exists, and is even
extensively, though obscurely prac¬
ticed, although ordinary people know,
as a rule, little about it. The follow¬
ers of the craft, in fact, preserve the
old traditions concerning the efficacy
of certain drugs and herbs, most of
which are quite common, and may be
gathered in the fieldB. There is no
disease which they do not profess to
cure by the administration of these
herbs, and their pharmacopoeia is, or
used to be before the decay of the pro¬
fession, very extensive. I have been
assured by a physician that many of
the herbs used bv herbalists do actual¬
ly possess the valuable medical proper¬
ties attributed to them, though they
have been supplanted by other drugs
of more recent discovery and more ef¬
ficacious action. There are still, in
fact, thousands of people especially in
the great towns, w’ho wouli not will¬
ingly consult any other doctor than the
herbalist, and they are strong believers
in the powers of majority, feverfew,
dandelion, camomile, and other plants
which the old women formerly gath¬
ered in the hedges for the curing of
the village folks. The man Sherring
ham was one of the unlicensed prac¬
titioners. How, whether Palmer went
to consult him, or one of his friends
went, or, which is quite possible, he
himself knew Palmer and volunteered
his experience and skill, I know not;
but at all events, he did listen to Sher
ringham, did take his advice, and did
follow the treatment recommended by
him. It was simple; it consisted of a
single strong dose of lobelia, a herb
which produces I am told, effects simi¬
lar to those of hemlock. The patient
was first seized with a violent attack of
vomiting; then a cold chill laid hold of
his feet, and slowly mounted upwards;
it froze his limbs, which he could not
move, and struck his heart which
ceased to beat, and his throat, which
ceased to breathe. They had sent for
a doctor by this time.
“I felt myself,” he said, describing
this experience, “I felt myself dying; I
was being killed by this dreacful cold
spreading all over me. I was quite
certain that my last moments had ar¬
rived. By my bedside stood my aunt,
poor soul, crying. I saw the doctor
feeling a pulseless wrist, watch in
hand; the cold dews of death were on
my forehead; the cold hand of death
was on my limbs. Up to my lips, but
no higher, I thought I was actually
dead, and could see and hear, but not
speak, not even when the doctor let
my hand fall upon the pillow and said
solemnly, “He is gone!”
“There was no pain, except the feel
in;- of intense cold,” he used to add,
nor was ho in any concern, except
that he wished he had finished a cer¬
tain book he had began, and he won¬
dered whether in the next world he
would have a chance of finishing it.
“The act of dying,” he would say, “is
nothing to what people think, I have
been dead myself, and ought te know.”
And then ?
Then he recovered. He recovered
suddenly. Hew strength came to him;
he not only got the better of this poi¬
son, but the lobelia, or something else,
got the better of his disease. The
consumption was arrested, andhe was
no more troubled for the rest of his
life, except on one occasion with any
more anxiety about his lungs. This
strange story is absolutely true, and
is known to all who knew Palmer at
that time.
One-third of the Edisto Island, ono
of the famous “Sea Islands,” is owned
by negroes,-
JMBB/JGK IX CHINA.
Haw tlie Bride I* Delivered to the Groom
»»d How He Hokes Her Hie Wife.
Oa the wedding day the guests as¬
semble in the bridegroom's house.
Then a procession is formed, consist¬
ing of friends, bands of music, and
sedan chairs decorated in red and gold,
with bearers in red coats and dressed
in a sort of livery, sometimes wearing
red caps. The procession starts from
the house with a courier at the head.
He bears a large piece of pork on a
tray, to keep off malicious demons who
may be lurking on the street corners
and in the alleys. These demons are
supposed to tackle the pork, and while
they are thus busied the procession
passes on without being affected by
their evil influence. Ail this time the
bride is at her own house, arraying
herself in her best dress and richest
jewels. Her hair is bound up and ar¬
ranged in due form and style by a
skilled matron. After this her head
dress is donned. It usually consists
of some rich material sprinkled with
ornaments. A large mantle is then
thrown over her. It completely covers
her. Last of all an enormous hat, as
large as an umbrella, is placed on her
head. It comes down to her shoulders,
completely hiding her face. Thus
rigged, she takes her seat in the red
gilt marriage chair, called kwa kiau.
When concealed in this chair she is
carried to her husband by four men.
When the bride is seated in the
chair, her mother or some other rela¬
tive locks the door, and the key is giv¬
en to the best man. I suppose he
turns it over to the bridegroom on
reaching his house. The procession
returns with more care and more
style. I saw one during a ramble in a
Chinese town. As the bride was borne
past us we gave her three cheers. I
dare say that all her children will be
either knock-kneed or bow-legged, be¬
cause of the cheers of the barbarians.
Good luck to the poor bottled-up one.
She had the best wishes of all our par¬
ty, as we followed the procession for
some squares to the great astonish¬
ment of all the Chinamen on the
street.
As the procession approached the
bridegroom’s door a band stationed
there struck up a tune, and fire-crack¬
ers were let off by the box until the
bride was carried within the gate
The go-between then got the key from
the bridegroom and opened the door
of the sedan chair. As the bride
alighted she was saluted by a small
ehild at the side of the old man. The
groom was closeted within the house,
and she went in to seek him. She still
wore the enormous hat and mantle.
When she found the groom he greeted
her with great gravity. They both
approached the ancestral tablet and
bowed their heads three times. They
next took seats at a small table bear¬
ing two goblets tied together with
thread and containing wine. The go
between severed the thread, but the
bride failed to quench her thirst, ow¬
ing to her enormous hat and mantle.
The two were now man and wife.
The husband took the hat and mantle
from the bride, and for the first time
in his life had a look at her. After
he had looked at her for some minutes
he called in his friends and guests.
They scrutinized her and made no
bones of expressing their opinions con¬
cerning her charms. The females
gave their tongues full seope, and had
no mercy on-the poor bride. She took
it all without making any disagreea¬
ble answer, for fear that the match
would be considered an unlucky one.
'These cruel criticisms ended, she was
introduced to her husband’s parents,
after which she saluted her own father
and mother. The wedding feast was
then served, the sexes eating in differ¬
ent apartments. The males were
served by the bridegroom and his
tnale relatives, and the females by the
females by the bride and her mother
in-law, assisted by servants. The two
sexes rarely sit down at the same ta
ble.
Marriage is very common among the
Chinese. You hardly ever come across
h girl of sixteen or eighteen who is not
tied down to some man. If a woman
sommits adultery after marriage she
is decapitated under the law.
Why f
“Why,” said a defeated candidate,
“am I like the earth?”
“Because,” said a listener, “you are
covered with dirt.”
“Wrong; guess again.”
“Because you are always ’round.”
“Wrong; try another.”
“Because you are wicked.”
“Try again.”
“Give it up. Why are you ?”
“Well, it’s because I’m flattened at
the polls.”— Merchant-Traveller.
The government of the United
States does not own an acre of public
land within the border* of Tenneseee.
PUBLISHERS.
NO. 51.
A BREAD FACTORY.
A Parisian Establishment for Making
the St air of Xnftfe.
There is now being erected in one of
the suburbs of Paris, says a letter from
that city, an establishment in which
the visitor may see wheat come in at
one door in sacks and go out at the
other in shape of loaves of bread. I
need hardly add that in each one of
the various steps of this great meta¬
morphosis mechanical appliances will,
as far as possible, take the place of
manual labor. The following is the
routine of the process that will be
adopted at this establishment: As
soon as the wheat has arrived and its
weight and quality verified, it is
emptied from the sacks into an under¬
ground tank, where an elevator takes
it up to the top of the building, where
there are three store rooms, one for the
hard, one for the half-hard and one
for the soft wheat From here it is
conveyed either by its own weight
through pipes, or by means of another
elevator to the cleaning stores, and
then automatically into the “duster,’
and lastly into the “ventilator,” which
blows away the last speck of dust It
is now ready for the grinding-stones,
but before reaching them it passes
through the “dampening screw,”
which imparts to it such a degree of
dampness as may be considered neces¬
sary in order to facilitate its transfor¬
mation into flour. As it leaves the
screw it is seized by two- “Hungarian
cylinders.” When the grain has pass¬
ed through these cylinders it hai*
become boulange, or unbolted flour,
and the cylinders have a capacity of
10,000 pounds of boulange per day.
Still, in an automatic maimer, the bou¬
lange passes on to the “bluteries” or
bolting cloths, which are so arranged
as to at once separate the various
grades of flour from each other, and
which are thereupon transported to
store rooms that do not materially
differ from those from which the grain
started. The bran is packed into
sacks holding 100 pounds each, and is
ready for sale. The flour on the other
hand is not yet at the end of its ad¬
ventures. The mixing of the dough is
done in the Deliry mixer, an inven¬
tion that turns out 600 pounds of
dough every twenty minutes. The
dough passes through two cast iron
rollers, and as it passes an automatic
knife cuts it into equal-sized morsels,
which fall upon an endless canvas belt
that conveys them to the workmen,
who, with rapid motion, shape each
lump of dough into a loaf, place them
separately in flannel-lined baskets of
the exact size of the loaf and pile them
on tricycles, 120 on each tricycle,
which conveys them to the oven.
This oven is a gallery fifty feet in
length and divided into two cham¬
bers. The oven is heated from below
and the loaves are carried through it
by means of an endless chain, which
passes over drums at a rate of speed
that can be regulated according to the
size of the loaves and the heat of the
oven and in such a manner that as one
unbaked loaf enters the oven at one
end a baked loaf issues at the other.
As they- leave the oven they are placed
on wicker trays and carried to the
cooling-room, from whence they are
delivered to the customers by wagons.
It may interest the reader to know
that in France 133 pounds of bread
can be made from 100 pounds of flour,
that 100 pounds of flour can be pro¬
duced from 133 pounds of wheat, and
that the annual consumption of bread
in this city is 443 pounds per head of
population.
Bore Than Hen.
A good story is told of Lamartine in
the Revolution of 1848. At the Hotel
de Yille, Lamartine received the an¬
nouncement that a deputation of Yes
uviennes demanded an interview.
These women strongly resembled the
famous poisavdes of the First Rev¬
olution. The doors of his cabinet
were thrown open, and the apartment
was presently filled by these fierce-look
ing dames, whose dishevelled locks and
uncouth garb presented anything but
an attractive spectacle. Monsieur de
Lamartine bowed, and begged to know
whether he could be of any service to
his visitors. “Citizen,” replied the
Jbremost among them, standing with
arms akimbo in front of her comrades,
“the Vesuviennes have resolved tc
send you a deputation to express their
admiration of your conduct There
are fifty of ue, and in the name of all
the Vesuviennes, we, fifty In number,
have come to kiss you.” The poet
gave one glance at the forest of un¬
kempt hair and the rubicund cheeks ol
the unwashed Venuses, and thus re¬
plied—“Citoyennes, I thank you for
the sentiments you inspire me
with; but allow me to remark that
patriots of your stamp are more thaD
women—they are men. Men do not
embrace each other. We shake hands.’’
And they did, till he was almost sorry
he had sot made it kissea after all.