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VOL. VI.
She old-time compositor stood at his
case
When the sunlight, grown old, kissed
the twilight so young,
And deftly before him the letters he
flung
each might be found in its usual
place.
And the afternoon ray,
As it glided away, what the ditty
Paused a moment to hear
might be
That he chanted so low,
As his hand, to and fro,
Kept the metal a-clicking from a round
to z.
“Oh, we build ’em up so carefully,
A little at a time;
The work, the play,
The grave, the gay,
Ihe The laughter and the rhyme:
wisdom wrought so pray’rfully, .
The tales of joy and pain— . . . -
The deeds of men
We note; and then
Wo tear’em down again.” . ..
I THE ROMANCE OF M $ *
THE RAJAH’S RING. m
By R. B. YOUNG. ae
M
ONFESSION is in
‘ A order aud I’ll ad¬
mit it was a mad, a
foolish affair, but I
think I paid pretty
A y! dearly for the part
I played in it. So
or uot > 1 am never
,\V\' likely to forget that
• mm0 & j® it was exactly half
sr&n that quiet, court- ss
“Could I speak with you in pri
please?” I had been absorbed
in the signatures upon two paintings
that had just been pledged with me at
my snug Oxford street establishment;
I looked up, to see two well-dressed
. meu, one of whom had a dusky, un
mistakable Anglo-Indian appearance.
Evidently gentlemen upon important
business; I recollect that I whispered
: some instructions to my two assistants,
*ad led the way expectantly at once
into the private room.
‘ “Yen are Mr. Bradgate himself?”
be began; and I nodded, “Ah, that
is right, then—His Highness was
recommended to you as a keen and
likely man. It is—er—quite a delicate
matter, I must tell you; we are rely¬
ing upon your discretion to a great
extent. You observe”—with a cau¬
tious laugh—“I had to bring His
Highness’s valet as a bodyguard—one
never knows. Well, then, Mr. Brad
I represent the Rajah Dim
of course, you are aware that
ke has been staying over here for some
-weeks. It so happens that he is tem¬
porarily in slight difficulties; of course,
he will use his letters of credit when
‘it, suits him, but for the moment he
instructs me to leave in your hands,
for the nominal sum of. a hundred
pounds—this ring.”
Well! I scarcely took in tho last
words, or the curiousness of the state¬
ment as a whole. He had released
the spring of a small ivory box, of de¬
licate foreign workmanship, and placed
carelessly in my hand. One glance
only—and I had a difficulty to
repress a huge gasp and an incredu¬
lous word. Accustomed to handling
.valuables, I know my brain started
whirling. It was no curio, but au ex¬
traordinarily fine ruby, one of the
■ largest I had ever had the thrill of
; seeing, and giving out the richest
Saoment Miio.od-red coruscation. For just the
I held it up against the light
■ r —and then stood staring.
'■■ “The—the Rajah Dliu Djaleen? A
hundred pounds on this?”
Mind, the thing was worth, at the
most cynical computation, twenty times
' the amount, but I had already half
made up my mind to decline the deal
hardly knew why, except that in¬
stantly there had shot uppermost the
instinctive idea that the jewel was be
ing missed somewhere or other. And
yet fnot His
“Yes, less, certainly.
Highness must redeem it in a day or
■ so.”
|muu. A second stare at the fascinating
Then, with a “One moment,
#lemen!” I hurried out and took
■ ' mrn my “Distinguished Visitors’
finest ■t.” Aye, there it was: “At the
End Hotel, His Highness the
IgPion, Bkiah Dhu Djaleen.” That was no
then--and yet I had the mis
still. A moment more I hesi
and then happened to catch
sight of my wife’s shadow on the glass
door of the sitting-room beyond. It
■ was only a stray impulse—I seldom or
never consulted her upon business
matters; hut I went in, closing the
door behind me.
“Milly, look quick! It’s genuine.
'Two strangers want a hundred pounds
it. I could manage the money,
iut
v “Why, you’re quite pale!” Her
book dropped. “I say! l^n’t it su¬
perb—but all that money! No, I
wouldn’t.
Aud that settled it—back I went.
“Sorry, gentlemen, but I’m afraid I
Icofcldn’t kngijit’s advance such a sum at a mo
Hfemld notice without some guarantee.
Bose recommend you to a big firm
by, now, who would—
f He had snatched the box back al
Lcaost rudely.
AN EPITOME.
And the sunbeam smiled there, ere it glided
afar—
For sunbeams must hasten at duty’s
stern call—
And, in due course of time, let it’s
radiance fall
On a palace that languished beneath an ill
star.
And its master cried, “Where
Are tl*s splendors so fair
That reflected my rule o’er a people once
proud?”
And he wept in his woe,
And the sunbeam se.ng low,
Till the winds caught the chorus with
mockery loud:
“Oh, we build ’em up so carefully,
A little at a time;
The work, the play,
The grave, the gay,
The laughter and the rhyme;
The wisdom wrought so pray’rfully,
The tales of joy and pain—
The deeds of men
Ws note; andthon
We tear ’em down again.” ,
“I understand a gross insult to His
Highness!”
Turning, he made some remarks in
a gibberish-Hindustani—I could only
conclude — to his companion, the
dusky-looking man. The latter replied
in the same way, with a number of in¬
dignant gestures. Finally, the breath
was all but taken out of me when the
first speaker wheeled round.
“Yes, it is most provoking. His
Highness must have the money within
an hour or so. There’s the ring —one
of a dozen he wears every day. It
must go. Take it, and I will give you
a receipt for—yes, for £250. Now,
sir!”
Two hundred and fifty! Then, if
not before, it ought to have dawned
upon me that there must be something
radically wrong. A rajah in need of
cash to that extent!—a giant ruby of¬
fered for a mere song! But I suppose
that not one man in a thousand but
would pause with such a unique temp¬
tation dangled before .him. It might
be stolen property, it might turn out
the rashest deal; but—two hundred
and fifty! I know I stood, sick with a
wild longing to close with the bargain,
and be alone with that gem, till his
voice broke in, impatiently:
“Declined! Then perhaps you will
oblige us with the address of the peo¬
ple you mention. The rajah waits.”
“Ye-es. One moment, sir—I will
give that for it.”
I hardly knew my own voice, or
what I was doing, as, holding tho box
tightly, I turned round to the safe for
my cheque-hook. But the saving
thought had occurred to me that they
could not cash the cheque until next
morning, and in the Meantime I should
be able to make inquiries—andperhaps
stop payment. In one sense,the trans¬
action was fair enough. I had started
writing, when
“Not a cheque—no!” he put in firm¬
ly. “Mr. Bradgate, you need not be
so chary—I have told you His High¬
ness waits for the money. Well, let
me see: I can take a cheque for a
hundred, and the rest in notes. If
not-”
I could not let it go—there was no
help for it. Besides, some one else
would be sure to snatch at such an ex¬
traordinary bargain. Five minutes
later I had desperately counted out
the notes, taken my receipt, and
watched the two jump into a cab wait¬
ing a few yards away. The ruby was
mine—and yet, the moment that cab
was out of sight, I regretted having
purchased it, even at such a price.
Now I had it myself I was almost
afraid to open the lid of the box.
Pooh! absurd! I had paid the sum
they asked. I locked it away in the
safe, and went back to my pictures as
if nothing had happened. No use,
they had lost every vestige of inter¬
est. The relief was immense when
eight o’clock, and closing time, came
round.
“Going for a stroll, Milly. Sha’n’t
be long, if any one calls. Did I take
the ring in? No fear!”
A despicable half-lie, but somehow
it did not seem safe to tell even my
wife of that amazing stroke of busi¬
ness. Walking away, I was standing
.outside the West End Hotel before I
realized it. I had had a vague inten¬
tion of asking an interview with the
rajah or some responsible person the in
his suite, but the mere sight of
gorgeous attendant, standing sentinel
at the entrance, somehow drove that
thought out of mv mind. It was
long enough before I mustered the
nerve to stroll tip and put a casual
question,— much longer, could
“Rajah staying
you tell me?”
“Eh? Prince Dhu Djaleen? No,
he leaves in a day of two, after the
Prince of Wales’s reception. Any
message, sir?”
“No, thanks—merely cariosity.” hs
I drew a long breath I walked
off. Not a word of ahj robbery! bona
After all, it could easily Ife might a not
fide affair! Come to that, I,
be thanked for making any, imperti¬
nent investigations. Possibly;, indeed,
the rajah would send to purchase the
jewel |(ondon. back at my If own I price, heard ll^efore ^nothing he
left. not,
V
“To thine own self be true,and it will follow, as nij.dR the day, thou cans’t not then be false to any man.”
LINCOLNTON, GA.„ THURSDAY, OCTOBER 27, 1898.
before he sailed—welL there would be
no developments to rear. Imagine!
Nevertheless, twice before dawn I had
to sneak down stairs to make sure that
the ruby was safe there, and that the
deal had been no dream. And in the
dark—how it shone! Truthfully,
when morning at last came, I could
say that I had seen the entire night go
by with open eyes.
One o’clock, and nothing tragic had
happened. My assistants had gone
out to dinner, and I was alone behind
the counter, casting up accounts,
when I heard some little hubbub at
the door. I craned my neck to see
—if ever a man’s heart seemed to
jump into his throat at oiie sickening
hound, mine did then. It was like a
hand laid on a thief’s shoulder. A four
wheeler had stopped close by; two
men had alighted and were pushing
their way through a knot of people—
to my door. Just time I had to make
the effort of my lifetime, choke down
an awful lump and steady my nerves,
as they entered—a police inspector
and a swarthy Hindu, turban and ail.
The former closed the door, and then
came forward with an open note-hook.
“Mr. Braclgate, jeweller and pawn¬
broker, No.---, Oxford street?”
“At your service,” I got out, just
above my breath. That Hindu’s eyes
were staring at me almost viciously.
Oh, that moment!
“Ah! Then he has told the truth
for once, and saved a lot of trouble.
Mr. Bradgatt., you received an official
notice yesterday to the effect that a
ring, etc., belonging to the Rajah Dhu
Djaleen, had been stolen, and that you
were to be on your guard against ae •
cepting it in pledge?”
“Eh?” I said, dazedly. Glancing
round for some inspiration, I saw Mil
ly’s face pressed against the glass of
that inner door. “Would you mind
stepping this way?” I asked, and led
the way to the private room. “No, I
knew nothing whatever of that,” I
said, once inside. But for a super¬
human effort, I could have collapsed
on the spot.
The Hindu jabbered something
fiercely about a “ru-bee” and “rob
baires,” pointing to me. And I—be¬
fore 1 knew what I was doing—I had
taken the bull by the horns and blurt¬
ed out the facts.
“Oh, I see! You have called about
a ruby ring-fchat I purchased yesterday
from two of the rajah’s people? I un¬
derstood it was a private, bona-fide
transaction. You don’t mean to say it
was—”
“Nonsense!” Theinspector snapped
his notebook sarcastically. “I am
rather surprised that actf* a man of your
experience did not upon the fact
at once. Stolen, sir, by two of the
smartest gentlemen cracksmen alive,
v/ho had been staying at the same
hotel. Information was brought to the
Yard, and by a sheer miracle we heard
what had become of the article—one
of them had confided in a pal. Ah, is
this it?.... Mr. Bradgate, I shall have
to ask you to step hack to the hotel
with us. This is a big matter for all
concerned.”
Oh, Heavens! Round and round
the room seemed to whirl; I had given a
shudder of very loathing as I put the
box into his hands.
“Has it—has it gone too far, then?”
I faltered. “You see how I stand: I
acted in good faith, and I lose two
huudred aud fifty by it, as it is. Sure¬
ly, you—surely it is enough if I hand
over the ring—it need not get into
the newspapers?” He hesitated, look¬
ing doubtfully at the Hindu, and I
played the only apparent move. I took
out a couple of fivers from my pocket
book, and pressed them into his hand.
“There, that’s for your trouble. I’m
sorry it has happened—don’t make it
worse for me, and perhaps ruin my
business.”
A dreadful pause. Then,—
“Very good, Mr. Bradgate, I’ll clo
my best, It rests with the rajah. He
has his ring, hut there were other
articles. So far as we’re concerned,
the matter need not go beyond the
Yard, unless they’ve laid hands on the
precious pair. Very well—good-morn¬
ing! Still I’m surprised!”
Holding my breath, I waited there
until the cab had had time to go—and
then, I think,I sat down and indulged
in a few minutes’ faint. What a dis¬
grace—fiasco! Two hundred and fifty
pounds, two fivers—and no ruby! And
later that day, when I had to confess
the truth to Milly—well, words fail.
But the] worst] blow of all was to
come. The next morning, as I stepped
out to keep an appointment, the first
thing that caught my eye was .a flam¬
ing newspaper bill, with these horrible
words: “West End Hotel robbery.
Daring theft of rajah’s jewels!” . . .
How I walked into that shop, found
my copper and out again, I shall never
know. Next moment I was trying to
keep my senses, and realize the mean¬
ing of the following paragraph:
“Yesterday evening the police re¬
ceived information that an audacious
and extensive theft of jewels aud
clothes, belonging to Prince Dhu
Djaleen, had taken place at the West
End Hotel, among them being a ruby
ring of great value. It is surmised
that the thieves must have found their
opportunity to force the jewel-case
two nights previously, while the rajah
and his suite were paying a visit to
the Lyceum Theatre, but the theft
has only just beeu discovered. The
police are naturally reticent, but suf¬
ficient has transpired to leave it clear
that they connect the theft with the
disappearance from the hotel of two
smart men who had been staying there
as visitors from New York. The de¬
tectives are busy, but it is not yet
known whether any clue has yet come
tohand. At a late hour last night,
the victimized rajah informed a press
representative that nothing had been
heard of the stolen jewels.”
Yesterday evening! Nothing had
been heard of the jewels! How-
What 1 I did not keep my appoint
ment that morning. In fact, I could
not afterwards have told how the a wful
day passed at all. My brain was a
complete chaos, and not until night
did a glAm of light penetrate there.
I had purchased every edition of the
‘■‘evening” papers, but it was reserved
for Ihe “second extra special” to con¬
vince me that I had been tricked and
fooled as surely a man was never
tricked before or since. One brief
paragraph was enough:
“In connection with the West End
Hotel robbery, the police have suc¬
ceeded already iu tracing a portion of
the plunder to a common lodging
house iu the neighborhood of Oxford
street, intormation having been given
that a parcel was left there by two
men, containing Hindu costumes and
other articles—obviously the proceeds
of a theft. There were also found a
police inspector’s uniform, a bottle of
varnish stain, and other miscellaneous
articles not accounted for—the theory
now being that the thieves disguised
themselves as 1 Hindus, and by this
means gained an entrance, unnoticed,
to the rajah’s rooms. Whether or no,
the description of the two men who
went to the lodging house leaves no
doubt that they are identical with the
two ‘Americans’ who quitted the hotel
without paying their bill, aud that a
deep plot had been carried out suc¬
cessfully by a pair of expert betel
thieves. They have now completely
vanished, and none of the missing
jewelry has been traced. It remains
to be seen whether the police are once
again to be baffled. The rajah sails
from Southampton to-morrow.”
Yes! and it remained for me to
realize the stupendous fact that I had
been doubly defrauded. In a flash,
now, the miserable truth dawned up¬
on in . The two who had sold me the
Ttiby •’••u-e -identical with the pair who
had piayed inspector and Hindu, in
the broadest daylight, a day later—
this tvas their daring, brilliant scheme
for obtaining possession of the jewel
again.
Just one grain of consolation I had.
That check for T100 had not been
presented—one of the miracles of the
whole affair. They had vanished in¬
to thinnest of air, those two, and at
that point, so far as I was concerned,
ended the romance of the rajah’s ring.
But, never again, never!—Tit-Bits.
A Mathematical Mule.
A writer in Lippincott’s Magazine
tells a rather remarkable mule story.
The animal in question was used to
reinforce the regular teams, being
hitched beside them on a certain steep
incline on one of the Cincinnati street
railroads:
The inule made a certain number of
trips in the forenoon (I have forgotten
the number, but will say fifty for the
sake of convenience), and a like num¬
ber in the afternoon, resting for an
hour at noon. As soon as it complet¬
ed its fiftieth trip it marched away to
the stable without orders from its
driver.
To show that it was not guided by
the sound of the factory whistles and
bells, the following remarkable action
on the part of this animal is vouched
for by the superintendent of the line:
On a certain occasion, during a
musical festival, the mule was trans¬
ferred to the night shift, and the very
instant it completed its usual number
of trips it started for the stables. The
combined efforts of several men were
necessary to make it return to its duty.
At: night there were no bells or
whistles to inform the mule that “quit¬
ting time” had come; it had counted
the tnps, and having finished its
quott, it thought that the time for rest
and food had arrived.
Tombstone Fasliions.
Tile fashion in tombstones is chang
ing. Fewer widows place over the
gravis of their husbands hands point
ing in the direction where the most
partiil would not expect to find the
deputed. unangehc Fewer angels deceased. drop flowers A sim¬
overfire
ple inscription on a granite block suf¬
fices in most cases. Seldom are text
inscribed and the catalogue of the
virtiee of the deceased is almost un¬
known. It is a pity that the custom
of inscribing the birthplace is falling
intodisuse since when found on old
tomjstones it has frequently proved
a noams of tracing ancestry.—New
Yore Post.
Fned For Wearing Cycling Costume.
Tiere is worthy magistrate atStras
bur;, Germany, who has a certain an¬
tipathy for cycling costume. A cycle
ma er named Blonhke, who had been
sumnoued for some breach of regula
tioi appeared to answer the charge
dresed for a ride. Thereupon the
mapstrate fined him, not alone for the
offwse charged, but five marks extra
for“appearing before the Court un- j j
beomingly dressed.” -R’-mingkanj
Gaettp, *
A REL IEF.
I r v» learnt a lbt o’ Spanish words.
I’ve got so I bin tell
’Bout “ultimatums,” “protocols”
An’ “armistsodf,” I hull as well.
But joyously the time V
Whom I kin rest my brain
By An’”What’s askin’ “How’s^he theieiiauee price o’rain?” of wheat?” :
.Old friends is beet.. These recent
Were dazzlin’, it is true.
The clash of steel—the roar of guns—
But They thrilled us through an’ through.
swords may turn to plowshares now.
In comfort, once again,
We’ll query, “How’s the price o’ wheat?”
An’ “What’s the chance o’ rain?”
—Washington) Star,
PITH AND POINT.
“I can assure you that I am a bach¬
elor from choice.” “So I suppose
but whose choice?”—Standard.
“Wonderful about that spinster 101
years old?” “Yes; I suppose she is
really about 117.”—Detroit Free
Press.
“See that little man with the gray
whiskers? He is a war inventor,”
“Guns or torpedoes?” “Neither.
Stories.”—Indianapolis Journal.
Tom—“How did you come to get
discharged after growing bald in his
service?” Dick—-“The boss manu¬
factures a hair-restorer.”—Judge..
He—“And what do you think of the
engagement ring I sent you?”, She—
“Oh, it’s just splendid, I never had
such a fine one before.”—Tit-Bits.
“Did you go for a ride on your
wheel yesterday?” “Well, it was a
ride when I started, but it turned into
a walk before.! got back.”—Truth.
She—“They tell me, professor, that
you have mastered all the modern
tongues.” He—“All but two—my
wife’s and her mother’s.”—Standard.
She—“And did you think of me
while in camp, dear?” He—“Oh,
yes; I thought of you every time ]
fell out of my hammock.”—Yonkers
Statesman.
People should occasionally have
company at their houses to find out
how amiable and agreeable the other
members of the family can he.—
Atchison Globe,
Head Bookkeeper--“The old man
is talking of taking me into partner¬
ship. ” His Wife—“You’d better put
the property in my name first.”—Cin¬
cinnati Enquirer.
“I’ve been watchin’ this chimney
for more’n an hour,” said Davie dis¬
gustedly, “t’ see it carry th’ smoke
off', like pop said it would, an’ it
hasn’t moved!”—Judge.
Mrs. Flint—“No, I make it a rule
never to give away anything at the
door.” Soiled Spooner—“Well, den,
maddim, I don’t object to havin’ de
presentation made iu de parlor.”—
Puck,
“Who was it said, ‘All the world
loves a lover?’” “I dunno. Some
idiot who never lived next door to
where there was an eighteen-year-old
girl with a steady fellow, I guess. ”—
Cleveland Leader.
“The trouble with you is that you
have been eating and drinking too
much and haven’t taken enough exer¬
cise. What have you been doing
lately?” “I’ve just come home from
Porto Bico on sick leave,’’—Cleve¬
land Plain Dealer.
Wifey—“Do you think there is a
man who coftld conscientiously say to
his wife: ‘You are the only woman I
ever loved?”’ Hubby—“Only one
that I can think of. ” Wifey—“Who?
You, dearest?” Hubby—“Oh, no;
Adam.”—Boston Traveler,
A recruit, wishing to evade service,
was brought up for medical inspec¬
tion, and the doctor asked him:
“Have you any defects?” “Yes, sir;
I am short-sighted.” “How can you
prove it?” “Easily enough, doctor.
Do you see that nail up yonder in the
wall?” “Yes.” “Well, I don’t,”—
Tit-Bits.
Great Picture Buyer (to hostess)—■
“What do you think of an artist who
painted cobwebs on the ceiling so
truthfully that the servant wore her¬
self into an attack of nervous prostra¬
tion trying to sweep them down?”
Hostess (a woman of experience)—
“There may have been such an artist,
but there never was such a servant.”—
Standard.
The Procrastinating Spaniards,
The proneness of the Spaniard to
procrastination is proverbial, but the
Spaniard in Spain is a model of alert
ness when compared with his West
Indian descendent, who has grown up
under the languor-inducing rays of the
tropical sun. Even the word “rnana
na,” such a favorite with his ances¬
tors, has dropped into disfavor with
the Porto Bican as conveying the idea
of an entirely uncalled-for degree of
punctuality. But the adveut of the
Yankee has changed all this. Already
the sleepy inhabitants have caught, in
some degree, the spirit of that tireless
energy which has come to be regarded
as among the most prominent traits of
the American people. It is, no doubt,
a little too early to prophesy that our
new citizens will ever become “hust¬
lers” in the full sense of the term; but
it is nevertheless true that they are
now receiving an object lesson, and if
is easy to see that they are profiting
therefrom.—New York Sun.
Ostr'"h taming is a very profitable , ,
. „,.stry m America; here it is com
P^d there are over 150,000 tame
”
NO. 21.1
rniRCTC DASH FOR WATER
Poor Soldiers Faced Death to Relieve Their®
Comrades’ Thirst.
Win. Me Masters, an 'American sold;
who wore a medal of honor award
aim lale) by vote Glasgow, cf Congress, Montana, and who boH iltSjffi
\ y at was
in a little village of western New Yorfl
At the breaking out of the Civil War*
lie enlisted in tin Union army, and
served all through it in the Army of
the Potomac. In numberless engage¬
ments he fought bravely, winning an
honcmable reputation as a soldier; but
the occasion ic which he was to win
bis medal of honor was yet to come. At
the close of the war he enlisted in tha
regular army, and went to the West to
fight the Indians.
In 1878" he was in the detachment
under Reno, which was operating, with;
Custer, at the Little Big Horn. The
fighting had been desperate, and the
plains all; about were swarming with.
Indians. The wounded under Reno
suffered intensely for water, which
could only be obtained from a stream
which lay in the range cf the Indian
fire. To go this stream was almost
certain death. Nevertheless the wound¬
ed, must have water, and the com¬
mander called for four volunteers to go
and fetch it.
Four soldiers instantly stepped out
of the ranks. One of them was William
McMasters, the veteran of the Civil
War, and another was a young man
named Dan Sullivan, who had enlisted
from Illinois. The four meu were laden
with canteens, and gripping their mus¬
kets, they started for the water.
They had gone but a little way into
the open when, one of them fell, pierced,
by ail Indian bullet, and lay .dead on.
the ground. The other three ran on,,
with the bullets whistling about them,
and succeeding in reaching the stream.
They filled their canteens and started,
back.
The bullets were whistling now
worse than before, for the Indians had
concentrated their fire, and were de¬
termined that not one of the soldiers
should get back. Another man fell,
and McMasters and Dan Sullivan, kept
on alone.
Very soon a bullet struck. Sullivan,
but he ran just the same. McMasters
helped him as well as he coukl. but fee
knew that he was sent to bring back
water, and not to save a comrade. All
four men had practically offered up
their lives when they started nut.
Sullivan staggered on, mortally
■wounded, but he brought h -fca
his command before he fell. MeMas
ters brought his too, and he was un¬
touched. He had but to resume his
place in the ranks after handing over
his canteens, without assuaging his
own thirst. Sullivan’s work v. as over.
He had clung to his musket unwilling
though he felt himself to b. dying, to
leave it to be captured by the victori¬
ous redskins.
Sullivan was cared for by the sur¬
geons, and possessed so large a fund of
vitality that he survived to be sent
home to Illinois. There he died and tha
musket that he had held so valiantly
was placed in the museum of the his¬
torical society at Springfield, where 1'
still remains.
McMaster’s bravery was not for:
ten. A medal of honor was awai d
him by Congress. His service over
went to work at his trade, which ■ ,,
that of a mason, and passi the re-.
mainder of his life peacefully.
Not a Desirable i cn-nl
Young man—I am to . -vi-ied In
about a month ami I'm h o', ug for a
home. What is the rent of taese fiats?
Janitor—Hum! Did the girl you in¬
tend to marry ever have a mother?
“A mother? Certainly.”
“A grandmother?”
“Of course.”
“Hem! Let mo see. Did that grand¬
mother have a daughter?”
“Why, yes.”
“And did the daughter have a daugh¬
ter?”
“Great snakes! Of course.” .!
“Very sorry, sir, but I can’t rent one
of these fine flats to people like that.
I'm afraid having children runs iu tha
family.”—New York Weekly.
GEORGIA RAILROAD.
—a n r^
Connections.
For Information as to Routes, Sched*
—ules and Bates, Both—
Passenger and Freigh:
Write to either of the undersigned, j
You will receive prompt reply fl
reliable information. JACNSJI fl
JOE. W. WHITE, A. G.
T. P. A. G. P. A.
Augusta^ Ga.
3. W. WILKES, H. K. NICHOLSON,
C. F. & P. A. G. A.
Atlanta. Athens.
W. W. HAEDWICK, S. E. MAGH4U
S. A. C, F. A.
Maoon. Maoofc,
M. R. HUDSON, F. W. OOFFIN.
S. F. A. S. F. & P. A.
Mmed geviilq. Au gust*.
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