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VOL. I.
DRUG STORE.
J. W. BRINSON & CO.,
DRUGGISTS,
Wrightsville, Georgia.
Have on hand a complete stock of Drugs
and all other artiel» - _„y kept in a
First Class
Drug Store,
Which they ate selling at prices to suit the
times, and aro prepared to fill all orders and
prescriptions on the shortest possible notice.
Dr. J. W. BRINSON continues to prac
tioe his profession in its various brances.
Office at the Drug Store.
W. B. MELL & CO.,
Wholesale and retail dealers in
SADDLES, BRIDLES, HARRESS,
Rubber and .Leather
BELTING AND PACKING,
French and American Calt Skins, Sole, Har¬
ness, Bridle and Patent Leather,
WHIPS and SADDl.ERY WARE,
TRUNKS, VALISES,
Market Square, Savannah, Ga.
Orders by mail promptly attended to.
A. M. MATHIS,
Tennille, Ga.,
Horse-Shoeing a Specialty.
All work intrusted to my caoe will receive
prompt attention. Charges reasonable and
satisfaction guaranteed in every instance.
SMITH’S HOTEL,
W. J. M. SMITH, Agent.
WrightBville, Georgia.
Having lately undergone thorough repairs,
this Hotel is prepared to accommodate the
public with the finest the market affords. The
highest market prices paid for country produce.
Miss Anna E, McWhorter,
Wrightsville, Ga.,
Keeps on hand a nice selection of
lliry and Fancy Goods
such as
LADIES’ HATS. RIBBONS,
FLOWERS and TRIMMINGS,
In endless variety; also a nice assortment ot
latest patierns, etc., all for sale as cheap US
the cheapest. I am also prepared to cut, fit
and make dresses at short notice. Call on me
belore purchasing elsewhere.
Z. SMITH,
Six miles from Tennille, on Wrightsville Road,
Is now prepared to make and repair
Wagons, Carts, Plows, Etc.
I keep constantly on hand a large stock ot
Plows anil Chairs, which I am selling at
reasonable rates.
J. T. & B. J. DENT,
Eight miles west of Wrightsville, Ga.
Keep constantly on hand a fine assortment
ot Pure
Liquors, Brandies, Winas, Ales, Lager,
Etc., etc.; also Tobacco, Cigars, Candies,
Pickles, Oysters, Sardines, and a
lull line ot lamily
GROCERIES!
All of which we will sell at inside figures.
Give us a trial. Respectlully,
J. T. & B. J. DENT.
A. J. BRADDY & SON,
AVrightsviele, Ga
BLACKSMITH SHOP.
A specialty made of Plantation and repaired. Work. Wagons
Buggies, etc ,
Plows and Plow-Stocks of all kinds, and
every kind of Wood and Iron Work done by
A. J. BRADDY & SON,
_Wrightsville, Ga.
John A. Shivers & Son,
Tennille, Ga.,
Are now prepared to build, repair and
overhaul
Carriages, Buggies,Wagons, &c.
We also make a specialty of One
Horse Wagons.
WRIGHTSVILLE, GA., SATURDAY, OCTOBER 2, 1880.
The Seasons.
Spring, brilliant season oi the year,
We think, ior divers reasons,
That thou art, taken as the whole,
The spice of all the seasons.
Summer, thou warmest ol the time,
That comes with sun and shower,
No man can doubt an instant that
Thou art the pepper ol the hour.
Autumn, sweet evening ol the year,
Kicli fruits and grain adorn thy brow.
And in thy plenteous harvest gilts
The salt ol time art thou.
Winter, stern, and cold, and chill,
Thou comest biting, bleak and drear,
And as we shun thy biting breath
We name thee vinegar oi the year.
—Steubenville Herald.
WILD GRAPES.
“ Such a quantity of them,” said the
Widow Winton, “and doing nobody
anv good!”
The golden September sunshine was
steeping all the uplands in yellow bright¬
ness; the avant couriers of the coming
frost had touched the maples and sumacs
with fiery red, and the wild grapes in
the woods came freighting the air with
sweetness. Such wild grapes, too—
great, lined blooming their masses of purple, out¬
if against rank, green leaves, as
some enchanted hand had hung all the
forest aisles with glistening pendants of
amethyst.
Widow “ The AVinton, jelly they would make!” said the
with hand, shading her she large black
eyes one as looked up
where the vines had garlanded a copse
of cedar trees. “And the preserves!
And the price they would bring in
market! I really do think that when I
rented the Glen Cottage, I ought to
have had the privilege of these woods
into the bargain, more especially as Mr.
Esselmont is in Europe, and the grapes
are And doing nobody AA’idow any Winton good.”
sigh, the the wind wafted fresh drew a deep of
as a gust
fragrance toward her—the sweet, inde¬
scribable aroma of ripening grapes in
the crucible of autumn sunshine.
The AA’idow Winton, be it under
stood, was no angular matron or
wrinkled old beldame, but a rosy little
personage with laughing, of.two sloe-black or thi’ee-and-twentv, long
lashed and almond-shaped, eyes,
and lips like cleft a saucy,
retrousse nose, a rose¬
bud. And as she stood there, with her
dimpled rebellious hands resolution interlaced formed above her
eyes, a itself
in her heart.
“I will have them,” said the Widow
and Winton; “ as well me And as theschoolboys I
the sparrows. if were to ask
that crusty old agent, I know he’d re¬
fuse, I’ll so I shall into omit the and little I’ll ceremony.
send ’em town, take the
money to get me a new fall hat, for mine
has been positively shabby ever since
the crape got soaked through in that
summer shower, ti.ree weeks ago Sun¬
day.” Widow Winton home
And the went
to the little cottage on the edge of the
wood, which had once been a porter’s
lodge her to the what Esselmont she had estate, determined and told
sister
upon. Fanny,” Miss Charity Hail,
“ said who
was ten years older than the widow,
and don’t a good many degrees thing.” graver, “ pray
think of such a
“ It Why would not?” said stealing!” Fanny.
“ be
“No, it wouldn’t,” stoutly'argued
Fanny. body “There good; and they it’s hang, wicked, doing no¬
any a sin¬
ful shame! And Mr. Esselmont is in
Paris, and that cross if old crab of an
agent sets up a cry one does but break
off a sprig of autumn leaves. No,
Charity, there’s and no the use arguing; I’ll have!” the
grapes I want, MissiCharity. grapes
“ I wouldn’t,” said
“I would,” said the Widow little Winton.
And she took down a wicker
basket. with a twisted handle and a
double lid, and tripped off. reach
“ How are you going to them?”
said Miss shall Charity. climb,” said the widow.
“I
"You?” cried Miss Charity.
“ Yes, I!” nodded the widow.
But she was yet engaged in gathering
the purple spoils that hung, ripe and
tempting, within her reach, when there
was a crackling of dry leaves under
foot, and a tall young man, in a suit of
dark-colored lightly cloth and a Tyrolese hat,
stepped into the forest glade.
“It’s the new rector,” said the Widow
Winton to herself. “To think that he
should have blundered along at this
very time of all others! But I may as
well make the best of it.”
And she turned around to greet the
smile bewildered and the new-comer utmost self-possession. yyith a sweet
“ Will you have some grapes?” said
she, holding out the twisted wicker
basket.
your “but I
the stranger; must have mis¬
the taken Esselmont my way. woods.” I supposed these were
“ So they are,” said the widow, “and I
am stealing the Esselmont grapes—be¬
cause, you see, I’ve rented the little
cottage yonder, and I really think the
grane3 ought to go with the cottage—
don’t you?”
“Really,” said the stranger—the
AVidow Winton had perceived by this
time pleasant that hazel he was tall and and straight, long, with
mustache. “ I know eyes sojittle a about silky
the
property here—”
"Oh, of course not!” said the widow,
sitting down on a fallen tree, with her
little bjack silk apron full of grapes.
“ But I can tell you. Mr. Esselmont,who
the owns the is property, such is in old Europe; fudge and
agent a cross that
one can’t ask for so much as a bunch
wild flowers—a her bright regular crab,you know!”
opening eyes very wide to
emphasize the idea.
“ How who very had disagreeable!” taken said the
stranger, a seat on
mossy log. beside the wido w, and
eating grapes as if it were the most nat¬
ural thing in the world.
said “ So I just concluded to help myself,”
the widow.
“ So I perceive,” said the hero of the
silky mustache.
“ Wouldn’t you, if you were in my
place?” said the widow. gentle¬
“Certainly I if would!” will said the 1
man. “ And you allow me,
will help you to help yourself.”
“ But you haven't time,” said the
Widow Winton, dubiously.
“Oh, yes, I have!” said the stranger—
“ plenty of time, I assure you. 1 was
only crossing and—” the woods to call on the
new rector,
The purple clusters of grapes slid to
the ground, as the Widow Winton
started up in amazement and dismay,
“Oh, dear!” cried she; “I thought
you were the new rector!”
The stranger laughed.
“ I)o I look so very clerical?” said he.
“ Then you are the agent’s son from
Canada!” said she. “Oh, dear! oh,
dear! And I’ve been calling your
lather a crab, and all sorts of names.
Oh, dear! I beg your pardon. I am
sure, but all the eame he is a crab!”
“ Pray don’t distress yourself,”
soothed the stranger. “I am no rela¬
tion at all to Mr. Esselmont’s agent.”
The Widow Winton brightened up i
li'tle at this.
I am thankful for that,” said she.
1 And now, if you will help me with
the grapes, we can get them all gathered
before the agent comes this way on his
afternoon walk. Can you climb?”
“I should rather think I could,”
promptly The widow answered clapped the her gentleman. plump little
hands down in delight, her as the huge bunches
rained into apron.
“ There,” cried she, “ that’s enough!’’
“ Are you quite sure?”
“Oh, and quite,” marmalade, said the and widow—“for
jelly, buy bonnet-strings.” to send a lot
to town to my new
The stranger sprang lightly to the
ground, from the boughs ot a stately
beech tree.
“ Then it’s all right,” said he. “ And
we’ve outgeneraled old after Mr. Esselmont all.” and
his cross agent,
“Haven’t we?” said the Widow
Winton, with her black eyes all dancing
with mischief. with “And I’ll now, if you’fi
come home me, give you a cup
of,real French chocolate, and a slice of
sponge cake.”
“ I shall be very happy to carry your
basket for you,” said the stranger, cour¬
teously. he is
“ There now,” said the widow,
recoiling a little, as they neared the tiny
cottage, with its drooping eaves and
pillared veranda.
“ Who?” said the gentleman.
“The agent,” said the Widow AVin
ton.
“ lie can’t hurt us.” said the stranger.
And he walked boldly into the very
presence of Mr. Sandy Maepherson,
with the basket of plundered grapes on
his arm; while the widow followed,
much marveling at his valor.
But, instead of bursting out into
invective, the agent sprang to his feet,
and obsequiously. began bowing and scraping most
“ Really, sir—really, Mr. Esselmont,”
said he. “ this is a pleasure that I didn’t
expect.” Mr.—Esselmont!”
“ cried out the
widow.
“ I beg a thousand pardons for not
disclosing my identity before!” said the
handsome “Incognito.” “But you’ve
no idea how I have enjoyed this mas¬
querade. AVill you allow me to in¬
troduce AVidow myself formally AVinton at last?”
The turned crimson
and pale.
“ But I’ve been stealing your grapes,”
said she.
“ Every fruit and flower on the Essel¬
mont estates is at your service,” said
the young heir, with a bow and a
smile.
But when he went away, Miss
Cliarily took her younger sister formally
to task.
“Fanny,” ?” said she, “aren’t you
ashamed
“ Not a bit,” said Fanny, valiantly.
“Stealing fruit like a schoolboy, and
romping Charity. like a child,” remonstrated
“If Mr. Esselmont don’t mind it,”
said the widow, “why should I? And
we’re going and to I shall the haunted springs to¬
morrow, show him the rocky
glen. Oh, I can tell you, Charity, it’s
great fun!”
Hall But, as time crept on, still. Miss Charity
grew more uneasy
“Fanny.” flirtiDg said Guy she, Esselmont!” “you must leave
off with
“ “Because AVby P” said the widow. rich;
you are poor and he i3
and people are beginning to talk."
“ Let ’em talk,” said Fanny. “ We
are to be married next month, and then
we can set the whole world at defiance;
and, Charity—” shoulder. hiding her face on the
elder sister’s
“ AVell?”
“ He say he fell in love with me that
day he caught me stealing his grapes!”
“AVeli, “Humph!" you’ve stolen said his Miss Charity.
heart, so I
don’t see but that you’re quits!”
Living in New York, 1794.
The Tontine house, under the care o
Mr. Hyde, is the twelve best hotel in New York.
He sets from to sixteen dishes
every day. He charges for a year’s
board, without liquor, $350 to $400.
Butter in the market is 374 cents per
pound; beef, compared with the English
beet, is poor; fowls turkeys are 624 cents each;
common are 25 cents each. Of
“Albany beef,” sturgeon, you can get
enough for 124 cents to feed a family.
Oysters are plenty for three and large. Peaches
sell two cents to six of them.
All ranks of people smoke Silver cigars six or
seven inches long. money is
plenty, but eo'd is rarely seen. The
population There of the places city is of about 30,000.
tainment are in t the no environs ot public enter¬
the city that
are much visited in the summer; one is
called Belvidere Bundling’s (on Bunker’s hill), and
the other gardens.— Magazine
<ff American History.
A SEW SKETCH BY DICKENS.
Mr. Robert Bolton, the Gentleman Con¬
nected with, the Press.
Below we make room for one of a
series of six sketches—called the “ Mud
frog Papers"--written Dickens for in his early days
by Charles Henllev's Miscel¬
lany. These sketches Dickens’ have never ap¬
peared in any of published
works, and are therefore unknown to
the present generation of readers. of the Any¬
thing new from the pen great
interest English novelist in the thousands cannot fail who to arouse have
been charmed by the great novelist’s
works :
In the parlor of the Green Dragon, a
public-house in the immediate neigh¬
borhood of Westminster Bridge, every¬
body talks political politics, authority every evening, being Mr. the
great
Robert Bolton, an individual who de¬
fines himself as “ a gentleman connected
with the press,” which is a definition of
peculiar indefiniteness. Mr. Robert
Bolton’s regular circle of admirers and
listeners are an undertaker, a green¬
grocer, a hairdresser, a baker, a large
stomach surmounted by a man’s head,
and short placed legs, on the top thin of two particularly in black,
and a man
name, who profession and in pursuit unknown,
always sits the same position,
always displays the same long, vacant
face, and never opens his lips, sur¬
rounded as ho is by most enthusiastic
conversation, except to puff forth a
volume of tobacco smoke, or give vent
to a very snappy, loud and shrill hem!
The conversation sometimes turns upon
literature, character, Mr. always Bolton being a literary
and upon such news
of that the day as is exclusively I possessed found by
talented individual. my¬
self (of course accidentally) in the
Green Dragon, the other evening, and
being somewhat amused by the follow¬
ing conversation, preserved ten-pound it.
“Can you lend me a note
till Christmas?” inquired the hair¬
dresser of the stomach.
“Where’s your security, Mr. Clip?"
“ My stock in trade—there’s enough
of Some it, I’m thinking, Mr. Thicknesse. hall dozen
head blocks, fifty wliigs. and two dead poles, bruin.” a
a
“ No, I won’t, then,” growled out
Thicknesse. “ I lends nothing on the
security of the wliigs or the Poles
either. As for wigs!, they’re cheats; I
as for the Poles, they’ve got no ca3h.
never have nothing to do with block¬
heads, unless I can’t awoid it (ironi¬
cally), and a dead bear’s about as much
use to me as I could be to a dead bear.”
“Well, then,” urged the other,
“ there’s a book as belonged to Pope,
“ Byron’s Poems,” valued at forty
poinds, because it’s got Pope’s identi¬
cal scratch on the back; what do you
think of that for security?” cried the baker.
But “ Well, how to d’ye be sure!” Mr. Clip?”
“ mean,
“ Mean! why, that it’s got the hotter
gruff ol Pope.
1 Steal not this book, lor tear ol hangman’s
rope; Alexander
For it belongs to Pope.’
All that’s written on the inside of the
binding of the book; so, as my son says,
we’re bound to believe it.”
“ AVell, sir” observed the undertaker,
deferentially, and in a half whisper,
leaning over the table, and knocking
over the hairdresser’s grog as he spoke,
“ that argument’s sir,” very said easy Clip, upset.” little
“ Perhaps, the a
flurried, “ you’ll pay for first upset
afore you thinks.of another.”
“ Now,” said ttic undertaker, I think, bowing I
amicably to the hairdresser, “ Mr.
says I think—you’ll excuse me,
Clip, I tiiink, you see. that won’t go
down with the present company—un¬
fortunately, my master had the honor
of making the coffin of that ere lord’s
housemaid, not no more nor twenty
year ago. Don’t think I’m proud on it,
gentlemen; others might be; bull hate
rank of any sort. I’ve no more respet
for a lord’s footman than I have for ny
respectable tradesmen in this room- I
may say no more nor 1 have for Mr.
Clip [bowing]. have been Therefore, born long that after ere
lord must
Pope died. And it’s a logical inter¬
ference to defer, that they neither ol
them lived at the same time. So what I
mean is this here, that Pope never had
no book, [triumphantly] never seed, felt, never smelt no
book as belonged to that
ere Lord. And, gentlemen, when I
consider how patiently you have ’eared
the ideas what I have expressed, I feel
bound, as the best way to reward you
for the kindness you have exhibited, to
—partickler sit down without I saying anything worthier more
as perceive a
visitor nor myself is just entered. I am
not in the habit of paying compliments,
gentlemen; when I do, therefore, I
hope I strikes with double force.”
“Ah, Mr. striking Murgatroyd! with double what’s forceP” all
this about
said the object of the above remark, as
lie entered. “ I never excuse a man’s get¬
ting into a rage during winter,even when
he’s seated so close to the fire as you are.
It’s very perspiration. injudicious to AVhat put yourself is the into
such a cause
of this extreme physical and mental ex¬
Such was the very philosophical ad¬
dress of Mr. Robert Bolton, a shorthand
writer, as he termed himself—a bit of
equivoque passing which current give among nis
fraternity, itiated idea must the the unin¬
a vast of establishment
of the ministerial organ, while to the
initiated it signifies that no one paper can
lay claim to the enjoyment of their ser¬
vices. Mr. Bolton was a young man,
with a somewhat sickly and very dissi¬
pated expression of countenance. His
habiliments were composed of an ex¬
quisite assumption, union simplicity, of gentility, slovenliness,
newness and
old age. Half of him was dressed
the winter, hat the other half for the sum¬
mer. His was of the newest cut,
the white, D’Orsay; inroads his trousers had been
but the of mud and ink,
etc., had given ihcm a piebald appear¬
ance; round his throat he wore a very
high stiffness, black while cravatof his the most ensemble tyrannical
tout was
hidden beneath the enormous fold* of an
old brown poodle-collared greatcoat,
which was closely buttoned up to the
aforesaid cravat. His lingers peeped
through the ends of his black kid gloves,
and two of the toes of each foot took a
similar view of society through the ex¬
tremities of his higblows. Sacred to
the bare walls of his garret be the mys¬
teries of his interior dress! He was a
short,spare deportment. man, Everybody of a somewhat inferior
seemed influ¬
enced by his entry into the room, and
his salutation ol each member partook
of the patronizing. The hairdresser
made way for him between himself and
the stomach. A minute afterward he
had pipe. taken A possesion of his pint and
pause in the conversation
took place. his Everybody was waiting
anxious for first observation.
“Horrid murder in Westminster this
morning,” observed Mr. Bolton.
All Everybody changed their positions.
eyes were fixed upon the man of
paragraphs.
“ A baker murdered his son by boiling
him in a copper,” said Mr. Bolton.
“Good heavens!” exclaimed every¬
body. in simultaneous horror.
“Boiled him, gentlemen!” added Mr.
Bolton, with the most effective emphasis
-“boiled him!”
“And the particulars, Mr. B.,” in
quired lars?” the hairdresser—“ the particu¬
Mr. Bolton took a very long draught
of porter, and some two or three dozen
whiffs of tobacco, doubtless to instill
into the commercial capacities of the
company the superiority ot a gentleman
connected with the press, and then said:
“The man was a baker, gentlemen.
[Every one looked at the baker present,
who stared at Bolton.] His victim,
being his son, also was necessarily the
son ot a baker. The wretched murderer
had a wife, whom lie was frequently in
the habit, while in an intoxicated state,
of knocking kicking, pummeling, flinging mugs
at, down and half-killing while
in bed, by inserting in her mouth a con¬
siderable portion of a sheet or blanket.”
The speaker took another draught,
everybody looked at evervbody else, and
exclaimed: “ Horrid!”
continued “Itappears in evidence, gentlemen,”
Mr. Boulton, “that on the
evening of yesterday, Sawyer the baker
came home n a reprehensible state of
beer. Mrs, S.. connubially considerate,
carried him in that condition upstairs
inte his chamber, and consigned him to
their mutual couch. In a minute or
two she lay sleeping beside the man
whom the morrow’s dawn beheld a
murderer! [Entire silence informed the
reporter the awful that his picture desired]. had attained
effect he The son
came home about an hour afterward,
opened the door and went up to bed.
Scarcely (gentlemen, conceive his feel¬
off ings - his of indescribabies, alarm)—scarcely had he taken
when shrieks (to
his experienced ear maternal shrieks)
seared the silence of surrounding night
He put his indescri babies on again, and
ran downstairs. He opened the door of
the parental bedchamber. His father
was dancing upon his mother. AVliat
must have been his feelings! In the
agony of the minute he rushed at his
male parent as he was about to plunge
a knife into the side of the female. The
mother shrieked. The father caught
the son (who had wrested the knife
from the paternal grasp) up in his arms,
carried him downstairs, shoved him into
a copper closed ol boiling lid, water and among some
jinen, the jumped upon
the top of it, in which position he was
found with a ferocious countenance by
the mother, who arrived in the melan¬
choly wash-house just as he had so
settled himself.
*<« Where’s my boy?’ shrieked the
“ ‘ In that copper, boiling,’ coolly re¬
plied the benign lather.
“ Struck by the awful intelligence,
the mother rushed from the house, and
alarmed the neighborhood. The police
entered a minute afterward. The father,
having bolted the wash-house door, had
bolted himself. They dragged the life¬
less body of the boiled baker from the
caldron, and, with a promptitude com¬
mendable in men of their station, they
immediately carried it to the station
house. prehend'd Subsequently while seated the baker the top was of ap¬
on a
lamp-post in Parliament street, lighting
his pipe.” horrible ideality of the
The whole
“ Mysteries of Udolpho,” condensed into
the pithy effect ot a ten-line paragraph,
could not possibly have so affected the
narrator’s auditory. Silence the purest
and most noble of all kinds of applause,
bore the ample testimony to the barbarity Bolton’s
of baker, as well as io
knack of narration; and it was o.ily
broken after some minutes had elapsed
by interjectional expressions of the in¬
tense indignation of every man present.
The baker wondered how a British
baker could so disgrace himself and the
highly honorable calling to which he
belonged; and the others indulged in a
variety subject; of wonderments connected with
the amoDg which not the least
wonderment was that which was awak¬
ened by the genius and information of
Mr. Robert Bolton, who, after a glow¬
ing eulogium on himself, and his un¬
speakable influence with the daily press,
was proceeding, with a most and solemn
countenance, of the Pope to hear the pros cons
took autograph hat, and left. question, when L
up my
Size of Countries.
T Ireland . , is . about , . the size . of , Ma „ . ne,
F rance is more than twice as large as
England, AVales and Scotland together
Texas is thirty-five times as large as
Massachusetts, or as large as Maine,
New Hampshire, Vermont, Massaehu
setts, Rhode Island, Connecticut, New
York, 1 ennsylvania, Delaware, Mary
land, Ohio and Indiana combined. The
could entire population of the United States
be provided for in the State of
Texas, allowing each an, woman and
child four acres of land.—Boston Tran
eerwt
A South American piant has been
found that cures bashfulness. It should
be leaves promptly the hotel tried by the man who
because he is by diflident the back window
too to say good
bye to the cashier and clerk,
NO. 20
Cui Bono ;
What is hope ? A smiling rainbow
Children follow through the wet;
’Tis not here, staff yonder, yonder;
Never urchin iound it yet.
What is life ? A thawing iceberg
On a sea with sunny shore; j
Gay, wo sail; it melts beneath us;
Weave sunk, and seen no more.
What is man ? A toolish baby,
Vainly strives, and fights, and frets;
Demanding all; deserving nothing;—
One small grave is all be gets.
—Thomas CarlyU.
ITEMS OF INTEREST.
Early to bed and early to rise is a very
good plan to escape being interviewed
by flies.
“ Mine, miner, minus ! ” This is the
general upshot ol speculation in mining
stock.— Paterson Press.
It ain’t what goes in, but what goes
out of the inkstand that makes the
trouble.— Boston Transcript.
F’rom 1874 to 1880 Chicago had 13H
murders, twenty-two of them occurring
on Juiy days and only seven in Febru¬
ary.
A man at Champlain, Ill., proudly
wears a watch guard made of hair
which he pulled from an enemy’s beard
in a fight.
It is now said that Gesler did not com¬
mand William Tell to shoot there an apple off
his son’s head, because were no
apples in Switzerland at that time.
Words of praise, indeed, are almost as
necessary to warm a child into a genial
life as acts of kindness and affection.
Judicious praise is to children what the
sun is to flowers.
Some Indians probably used scalping knives of cf
tortoise shell, on tortoise account
the old fable, in which the was
alleged to have got away with the hare.
—New York Graphic.
A Commercial Travelers’ Car com¬
pany will be organized in Detroit to
build ears with restaurant spacious and sleeping
accommodations, and compart¬
ments ior the display of samples.
A man near Houston, Texas, made
$600 per acre this year from the cultiva¬
tion of domestic blackberries. The
yield was 3,000 quarts per acre, which
sold at twenty cents a quart.
AY hen Gambetta delivers a speech he
pronounces two hundred and thirty to
two hundred and forty words a minute.
An ordinary speaker pronounces eighty only
about one hundred and words in
the same time. Lord hundred Macauley used to
pronounce three and thirty
words in a minute.
The street car was crowded and the
driver Gilholyremarked was just about friend: to start, “ Jones when
to a
is not married yet, is he?” “Of course
not. I thought he was not married yet,
for 1 saw him carrying home a broom
yesterday.” A red-faced woman snap¬
ped her eyes at Gilhooiv and pushed a
cadaverous, timid-looking man .—Galveston ahead of
her as she got out of tire car
News.
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The Family Burse.
The money question between husband
and wife is one of the most serious
drawbacks to married happiness, and it
is time it was adjusted The lile on a more just
and equal basis. which ot utter lead de¬
pendence some women is
crushing and degrading. Men do not
realize the utter helplessness and vacu¬
ity to which the system condemns
woman. Now, does anybody believe
that it is necessary for the welfare of
the family that she should go to him for
twenty-five cents every time she needs
it for car-fare or a spool of thread? Is
it right or just to take her imbecility in
money matters for granted before she
has been tested? Is it not just,'such
women, who are left by the their failure of
some speculative with the craze burden to of own family re¬
sources, a
upon their inexperienced shoulders, who
often display wonderful powers of
energy and calculation, in addition to
thrift and persevering industry, which
ought to put all such men to shame?
Women, as a general rule, can make
one dollar go as far as two in the hands
of men; and many conceited individuals,
who now consider that social system
bounded by four walls of their dwelling
would cease to revolve if they were
taken out of it, would find great happi¬
ness and great control pecuniary of all advantage the interior in
putting fhe
details of their homes in the hands of
their wives, with a division of the in¬
come equal to the requirement.—
Woman’s Joun a
Can Yon I
Can you toll why men who cannot
pay small bills can always find money
to buy liquor and treat when among
friends?
Can any one tell how young men
who are always behind with their land¬
lords can Dlay billiards, night and of day,
and always be ready for a game cards
when money is at stake?
Can any one tell how men live and
support their families, who have no in
come and no work, when others, who
!lt -c industrious, are half starved?
any one under
young ladies prefer a brainless fop,
a plus' lisit, with tight pants and a short
coat,"to a man with tell why brains? it is that some
Can any one for the
mothers are always ready their to sew chil
distant heathen when own
cu-en are ragged and dirty? who .
Can any one tell why that a man he cannot is
always complaining the local, news
afford to subscribe for it from
paper, and every week borrows attend
his neighbor, can afford to every
traveling bIiow that comes into town i
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Moore's „ Branch, , „ Ran.,
j Asa AVard, of burden of 103 years of
has increased the of teeth.
age by cuttiffjg a third set