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* VOLUME VII.
Church Directory.
Methodist —Douglasville, first and second
Sundays. Bev. C. S. Owen, pastor.
Baptist— Douglasville, first and fourth Sun
days. Bev. A. B. Vaughn, pastor.
Masonic,
IJouglabville Lodge, No. 289, F. A. M.,meets
on Saturday night before the first and third
Sundays in each month. J. R. Carter, W. M.,
W. J. Camp. Secy.
County Directory. , i
Ordinary—-H. T. (looper.
Clerk—S. N. Dorsett.
Sheriff -Henry Ward.
Deputy Sheriff—G. M. Souter.
Tax Receiver—E. H. Camp.
Tax Collector —W. A. Sayer.
Treasurer—Samuel ShannofiMML
Surveyor—John M. Huey. -
Coroner—F. M. Mitchell.
SUPEBIOB COUBT.
Meets on third Mondays in January and Julj
and holds two weeks. A
Judge—Hon. Samson W.
Sol. Genl.-Hon. Harty M.
Clerk—S. N. Dorsett. ”
Sheriff—Henry Ward.
COUNTY COURT.
Meets in quarterly session on fourth Mon
days in February, August and November
and holds until aOgfe cases on the docket are
called. In monMy session it meets on fourth
Mondays in each month,
. Judge Hon. R. A. Massey.
Hol. Genl.—Hon. W. T. Roberts.
Bailiff—D. W. Johns.
ordinary’s court
Meets for ordinary purposes on first Monday, .
and for county purposes on first Tuesday in !
each month.
Judge—Hon. H. T. Cooper.
justices courts.
730th Dist. G. M. meets first Thursday in each !
month. J. I. Feely, J. P., W. H. Cash, N. P., •
D. W. Johns and W. K. Hunt, L. C.
780th Diet. G. IL, meets second Saturday. ,
A. B, Bomar, J. P., B. A. Arnold, N. P., 8. C. '
Yeager, L. C.
784th Diat. G. M. meets fourth Saturday.
Franklin Carvar. J. P,, C. B. Baggett, N. P.,
J. C. James and M. Si Gore, L. Cs.
1259th Dial. G. M. meets third Saturday. T.
M. Hamilton. J.P., M. L. Yates, N. P., S. W.
Biggers. L.C., S. J. Jourdan, L. U
1200th Dist., G. M. meets third Saturday. N.
W. Camp, J.P., W. S. Hudson. N. P., J. A.
Hill, L. C.
12715 t Dist. G. M. meets first Saturday. C. '
<1 Clinton, J. P. Alberry Hembree, N. P,,
1272nd Dist. G. M. meets fourth Friday.
Geo. W, Smith, J. P., 0. J. Robinson. N. P„
1273rd Dist. G. M. meets third Friday. Thus. !
White, J. P.. A. J. Bowen, N. P., W. J. Harbin,
L.C.
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Professional Cards*
ROBERT A. IW “
ATTORNEY AT LAW
DOUGLASVILLE, GA.
(Office in front room, Dorsett's Building, j
Will practice anywhere except in the County
Court of Douglass county.
W. A. JAMES.
attorney at law.
Will practice in all the courts, Slam an
Federal. Office on Court House Square,
DOUGLASVILLE, GA.
WM. T. ROBERTS,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
DOUGLASVILLE, GA.
Will practice in all the Courts. All lega
business will receive prompt attention. Office
ia Court House.
C. 0. CAMP?
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Civil Englnwr Md Surveyor,
nouatASvnxß, - . geobgia.
"“ a G. GRIGGS,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
DOU3LABVILLE, GA.
Will practice in all the courts. Stale and
Federal.
JOHNIM, EDGE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW.
DOUGLASVILLE. GA.
Will practice iu all the courts, and promptly
attend to all business entrusted to his care.
. J. S. JAMES, “
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
DOUGLASVILLE. GA.
Will praeiw iu the courts of Douglas*.
Campbell. Carroll, Paulding. Cobb, Fulton and
adjoining counties. Prompt attention given
to all busitxM*.
JOHN V. EDGE.
ATTORNEY AT LAW.
DOUGLASVILLE, GA.
Doctors.
DR. T, R. WHITLEY, ~
Physician and Surgeon
©OUULASVLLI, GA.
ijtwMKteJ attenhe® to Burger* and Cbrotuc Di»-
***** i*. sitew ML
Offie* UpsteK* «n Dmwtt* Rrwi Building.
Es. verdery,
Physician and Surgeon
Offic* at A Drug Store,
wtMre he •*« be found al sK seem-a. except
whan profeUy engaged, Speetai aiten
ta« gtvaa to Chruate cmm, and eape udte
•41 <mm that bare been treated aad are etiU
wr-iwut taalt Wly
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CARE-FRj£E.
L
I have no cares. My life is like a summer
brook
i Whereon doth float no weight of leaf or
| flower;
< And mirrortni in its peaceful look
Sunshine or clouds but faintly gleam,
As listless as the honied freight of every
passing hour,
In idleness of life I inuse or dream.
Oh, wretchedness! come stir my soul from
the despair
Os quietude’s bleak misery! Bring care
Or woe, or hapless discontent,
Or break in clouds the heaven alxive.
Or make the placid stream of life—with
good intent—
Turbid with the fretful cares of Love!
—Louise Andrews, in the Current.
A Midnight Serenade.
“Malviny! Malviny Riggs! Come here ,
quick, and stir this apple-butter! My |
arm’s a’most stirred oil. Beside, I’ve i
got all them milk-cans to scald yit.
Malviny! Dear me, where can the girl
Ue—where can the girl be? Foolin’ with I
that city feller ag’in, I’ll warrant. I
wonder Jed Atkins stands it, that I do.”
| Mrs. Riggs stole to the pan try-window,
! and peeped out.
Sure enough, there was Malvina, just
I beyond the rosebushes, looking like a ;
I rose herself, with her pretty curly head 1
drooping, and flushes staining her
dimpled cheeks. A very dandified young ;
gentleman, remarkably cjgfetiv for his di- i
ininutiveuess, sfood sometimes
■ twirling a little whalebone cane, anon
1 figuring his upper lip, as if in search of
the very feeble mustache which lan
guished there.
He was fair, with rosy cheeks; his
light hair waa parted exactly in the mid
dle ; he was very pretty—he thought so
himself. » ' - ’
He was spending a few weeks at the
farm-house, on the plea of being Mrs.
! fourth cousin s brother-in law’s
' stepson; and he was making love to
Malvina Riggs, who, to use her mother’s
expression, was “completely carried away
with him”—his city airs and affectations
rather.
Malvina was as good as engaged to |
I Jed Atkins, who owned half the farm he
| and her father were running together.
Jed lived with the Riggs’—a tall,
. stalwart, sun browned, but good-kwk- t
• ing “young farmer- - aud to quote Mr-e-«
1 Hgain. “awitd'ly sob” on Malvina. •
j “Yes, ma. I’m < owin', ’’ called Malvina'
I at a renewed summons from her mother, |
through the pantry-window.
“Wilt you permit me-aw—to assists
! you, Miss Malvina?” simpered Mr. Olar- f
I cnce Billings, as he tiptoed along beside
her to the wide, glowing kitchen, redo
' lent now of spicy odors, and steaming
hot.
Malvina rather demurred at his com
l ing in; but he persisted.
| Joe Atkina was just bringing in a big
1 basket of apples, and Mr. Billings could
not resist the temptation to show the
young farmer on what intimate terms he
was with his sweetheart.
As Mrs. Riggs gave up the big wooden
spoon with which she was stirring to her 1
daughter, the exquisite reached for it, I
with a graceful bow, and “Allow me!” !
uttered in mellifluous accents.
“Better let Malvina!” grumbled Mrs. J
“You’ll spile them fine cuffs
| o’vourn.”
In the anxiety to avoid such a catas
trophe, Mr. Billings stood as far as he
j could from the seething kettle, and thus
i —stirring with one hand, while the
j other unconsciously extended his whale- !
j bone cane at right angles—he presented
I a spectacle which caused Mrs. Riggs to j
ejaculate, under her breath: “Land o’l
Goshen! I jhope he won’t fall In!**—l
while Jed, jealously but furtively watch
-1 f n g |>air, uttered a short,involuntary
laugh, which the dandy heard and did
not like the sound of.
I He meditated a moment how best to j
annihilate the rustic; then;
“Miss- er—Mias Malvina,” he said, l
elevating his voice for Jed’s benefit, 1
j “the—er—presumption of the lower
j classes in these country places is—er— I
shocking. Weally now, don’t you find '
it so?”
I Malvina's blue eyes opened very wide
at this speech; but betore she had begun
to even comprehend what it meant, ner
mother cal Ira out, sharply:
“Malviny, that sass'll burn, sure as
| fate! You’d better stir it yourself. City
folks don't know nothin* about apple
butter.”
At that. Mr. Billings bsgan to stir so
furiously that a big spla&h flew out and
fell upon his neat, light-colored summer
pants. It was hot beside.
j Mr. Billings screamed, and in his fright
I threw the spoon with which he was
• stirring on the floor.
Now it was Jed’s turn. Pickiag up
the spoon, he darted away, cleaned it,
and coming back, presented it to Mal
vina, with a low bow and an “Allow
me!*'uttered in such exact imitation of
his rival that the girl herself could hardly
keep from laughing.
Billings, with a savage stare at Jed.
j betook himself haughtily outside.
Malvina was alarmed in a moment
“There now! you’ve uiaue him mad.
Ain't you ashamed of yourself, Jed
Atkins’” she cried.
“No, I ain’t!” retorted Jed. “He lie
gun it”
And Jed in his turn stalked away.
When he came in to dinner, neither
Matvina nor Mr. Billings were anywhere
■ to be seen.
“I wish you’d call ’em/’ said Mrs.
Riggs, angrily. “Such doin*s!”
“No!*’ scowled Jed; “I don’t call 'em
j nary a call ***
Mr». Higgs looked at him.
“Well, 1 dunno as 1 blame you any,*'
she said. “You can empty thia apple
butler, can't you, while 1 look for 'emP
I'AAVMMx TO NONE-CHARITY TO ALL.
DOUGLASVILLE. GEORGIA. THURSDAY. NOVEMBER 19. 1885-
Jed took tne dipper from her hand
and began to ladle out the spicy, hot
stuff into the big tub which stood near
awaiting it.
Mrs. Riggs presently came hurrying
back.
“’Twon’t come to nothin’, Jed.’’ she
panted. “He’s too big a fool, with all
his pretty looks —a big wax doll, that’s
what he is, and no more brains than one!
Where do you think I found ’em? Down
in the holler by the big wornut tree.
She was a-leanin’ against it, and he was
a-settin’ onto a stump, with his eyes
rolled up, a-tbumniii 1 that playin’-thing
he brought with him and singin’—such
stuff, it makes me sick!”
“It don’t seem to make Malvina sick,”
grumbled Jed, gloomily.
“I dunno about that,” returned Mal
vina’s mother. “She, looked to me as if
she wanted to laugh dreadfully.”
At dinner, Jed, as usual, was very si
lent.
Mr. Billings was very talkative. He
| had changed his trousers for a hand
-1 somer pair, and donned a fresh necktie,
< beside waxing his moustache with a new
! preparation that he had received that
1 morning by mail.
He was passionately foud of music,
i he informed them all, and the guitar was
his favorite instrument.
“Ma,” broke in Malvina. “Mr. Bil
lings wants to teach me how to play on
his guitar. May he—and will you get
me one if I learn?”
“Is that what you call it?” exclaimed
1 Mrs. Riggs, evasively. “I thoughtfeife,
was some kind of fiddle, only ! didn’ts§e«
I no bow.” *
When the men came in to supper th&k
night, there was Malvina on the pore’®
“dressed to kill,” as Jed muttered, an
grily, to himself, and Billings with her.
The guitar was on her lap. and as th®
I city exquisite bent over to adjust it ana
show her how to touch the strijogV it
was certainly not a sight .calculated to
gladden the eyes of a jealous lover.
Jed’s dark eyes shot murky flashes as
he went on into the house.
“I’ll get even with Him somehow, if I
die for it!” he muttered.
Mr. Riggs—a queer, inoffensive little
man, to whom his wife’s will was law—
remarked, mildly, that he * thought Mal
vina's ma had ought to speak to her.
“And she has done it, to my knoxVin’,”
he added. “But the gal is that sp’iled.
bein’ the only one. and t’others all dead
o’ scarlet fever or measles, she can do
what she likes with her ma.”
Jed made no answer. But ttfur sup
per fee went and put on his best clothes,
’ Ind 1© »» off.
! I?? | 4 '£ ■
, j Mrs. Riggs called nor daughter into
the kitchen.
“You’ve deme it now,” she said.
! “Jed’s drewed hisself in his Sunday best
and gone off somewhere, like as anyway
! to spend the evenin’ with Sabrina Cox.
I She’d give anything to git him.”
“I don’t care!” retorted Malvina,
though she looked somewhat dismayed.
“I don’t know what I’ve done.”
Jed returned a little after dark, and
went in the front way. so no one should
know he had come. He meant Malvina
should think he had stayed out all the
1 evening. He went into the parlor and
sat down. No one was there, and the
room was dark.
A window which looked on the back
porch had been left open for air, and
through this came to Jed’s pricked-up
ears the murmur of Malvina’s and his
rival's voices, mingled with the strum
ming of the guitar.
Poor Jed gnashed his teeth as he
heard it.
“I should like to break it over his
plaguy head!” he muttered.
After a little time, Mrs. Riggs’ voice
was heard, calling her daughter to come
and go to bed.
As she and Billings came near the
parlor window, they stopped a moment
before separating, and Jed distinctly
heard the dandy say:'
“At 12 o’clock, then, beautiful Mal
vina. They will all be asleep then.
Sweet angel, till then adieu!”
Jed's hair fairly stood on end.
What did it mean? Could they be
going to run away together?
No sleep for him till he knew, at any
rate.
He sat still, thinking. The house
gradually grew quiet. Then Jed went
around and closed and fastened all the
windows below except one. He lacked
all the outside doors and put the keys
in his Tpocket.
At the foot of the stairs, down which
any one must come to leave the house,
was a door opening into the kitchen.
This Jed left open ; also a window by
the outside door.
Then he seated himself in a dark
■ earner, where a projecting cupboard
partially concea ed him.
The moon shone in brightly, making
objects pretty distinct, except where he
sat.
The hours wore on, till it was nearly
12 at last.
Je i had never abut hia eyes.
“They shan’t get oat without my see
ing 'em. any way,” he said, grimly.
Presently he heard a step. Some one
#as coming down the stairs.
It was Billings.
He hesitated a moment at the front
door, ami tried it; and then, as Jed had
calculated, turned itto the open kitchen.
He had bis guitar with him, and .led’a
wonder deepened.
He tried the kitchen door, and seemed
vastly annoyed at not being able to get
it open. He finally brought a chair to
the window, which stood so invitingly
wide, and deliberately climbed out. " "
Jed waited a minute, and followed
h’m. He went round the house, till he
was under Malvinas bed-room window
when he sank gracefully on one knee
and began to sing and play.
Jed stared a minute, and went back to
the kitchen.
“PU fix MmF he Mid, grimly,
. Out from the kitchen, and reached by
<* .
a descent of a few steps, was a sort of
store-room, half cellar. The outside I
door of this room was exactly like the
outside door of the kitchen, and there ;
wa« also a window beside it.
| This window was open,, and beneath it 1
atnod the big tub of apple-butter, the j
>ride of Mrs. Riggs' heart, set there to 1
i cool, previous to putting away in stone |
I jars for the winter.
I Jed stooped and felt of it.
< “It’s cold,” he said.
j •* Then he went and stood just inside
the kitchen, holding the door a little
j open, and waited patiently.
Billings played and sang a good while,
and .Malvina put her head out of her
window and talked to him in scared
whispers, mingled with some tittering.
Everybody else seemed sound asleep.
The serenader tore himself away at
last, and proceeded in search of the
friendly opening by which he had made !
his egress from the house.
ji Naturally, that being closed, and all i
* being strange to him, he went on to the
j store-room window, thus walking
' straight into the trap Jed had set for '
■ him.
I Reaching his guitar through first, he
. dropped it.
Jed grinned with savage delight as he
heard the splash.
Next, without much difficulty, owing
to his abbreviated stature, Mr. Billings
managed to climb to the sill of the win
dew, and began to let himself down,
feeling with his feet for the chair he had
Wt at the other place.
h ear< i him mutter. |
’ uf‘Whfee the dguce can that chair be gone
S' 8 ver y s^ran g e •”
®vle|teemed to reflect a little then.
I *®‘l Jtnust have mistaken the window
somehow. But it can’t be far to the
J floor.”
He let go. There was a crash that i
thrilled Jed’s very soul with joy, as his
rival lighted first on his precious guitar, I
| and then seemed from the sounds, to
have literally sat down in the apple
butter.
Jed waited for no more, but stealthily
drawing the store-room door tight, he
bolted it as he had found it, and slipped
■ up stairs to his bed.
He had not been there long, when
Billings, finding he was fastened in, be- i
g n to halloo lustily for help.
The farmer and his wifa slept over the
kitchen, and were presently roused by I
j the toise.
; “Thieves!” cried the wife.
: She, being the Letter man of the two, j
prepared to face them, ordering her hus-
. baud to follow her. Malvina, being still i
The thrrt . : > ’ ehen about
the same time.
As Mrs. Riggs bravely opened the door
iof the store room, poor Billings stag- !
gered into view—such a sight!
He dripped apple-butter; he exuded
it from every pore. It wax in his hair
and his eyes, and reeked from his shoes
’as he stepped. The store-room floor,
and the steps up from it, were plastered
with the stuff.
Mrs. Riggs's eyes fairly started from
her head as they drank in the full extent
of the Calamity.
She took the luckless fellow for a
thief.
“Oh, you villain!” she screamed. !
“After my apple-butter, was you?”
“Why, ma,” cried Malvina, beginning .
to laugh, “it’s Mr. Billings!”
“Why, so it is!” sweetly echoed Jed
j Atkins, entering upon the scene as if he j
hsd just waked up.
The poor wretch tried to explain; but
the more be did that, the worse they
laughed.
No one could help it, except Mrs.
Riggs, who continued to pour vitupera
tion on the destroyer of her apple butter
till she was hoarse.
Mr. Clarence Billings returned to the
city the following aay, and no one
seemed to regret his departure, not even
Malvina.— Helen Rockwood.
Tonaorial Artists of Persia.
In Persia the barber shops are entirely j
open. One of the common sights in the
streets of Teheran is a man seated on the
pavement against a wall, while a barber
shaves the crown of bis head. The bar
bers trade is among the most important
in Persia. The customs enjoined by the I
Koran, or religious law, makes it indis
pensible that barbers should abound in
the country. The Koran makes it hon
orable for a man to wear a beard, but
commands the shaving of the head.
There are two great sects among those
who accept the Mohammedan faith—the
Sheas ana the Sunnees. The latter are
all Turks and they shave the whole
crown, excepting a tuft in the centre !
bv which the archangel may draw them
out of the grave. But the
Persians are Sheas and they
shave the centre of the head from ,
the forehead to the neck. leaving a long
curl on each side. It was curious to see
even little boys with their heads thus
polished. The Persians consider it a
great disgrace to lose their side curia.
As thev all weir turbans, or black coni
cal caps of Astrakhan iambskin, no one
would suspect the head to be shaven ■
until the cap is taken off. Then, in
deed, the appearance of the bead is ex- |
ceedingly grotesque.
It is evident that the care of the hair
is a very important question in Persia. '
But this is not all. One rarely sees a 1
gray beard or gray locks in Teheran. •
Even the most venerable men have dark i
or red hair. The reason is because al., ,
from the highest to the lowest, dye their !
hair. This is done first with henna,
which gives it a reddish tint. Many >
prefer to leave it thus. But ma«v add
to the henna a second stain of indigo, j
and the combination of the two color*
imparts to the hair a dark brown tint.
There » almost a© man but sees
clearer and sharper the vices in a speskei |
than the virtues.
EiiMOROUS SKETCHES.
Little Pitchers.
Johnny— “Didn’t it hurt you when that
dog bit you last night?”
Mr. Simpkins—“Whatdog, Johnny! I
wasn’t bitten by a dog.”
Johnny—“ Yes, you were. I heard pa
tell Mary you had been taking some of
the hair of the dog that bit you.”— New
York Graphic.
A Good Ketort.
At the breaking out of the Crimean
war, Rachel, the celebrated French
actress, was in Petersburg. Just before
leaving the Russian capital some of the
Russian officers gave a banquet in her
honor. One of the Russian officers, a
nobleman of high rank, said to Rachel,
in a bantering sort of away:
“We will not bid you good-by, but
merely say au. revoir, for we will soon
be in Paris to drink your health in spark
ling champagne.”
“Monsieur,” replied Rachel, “Fiance
is net rich enough to treat all her pris
oners of war to champagne.”— T<eras
Siftings.
Her Hopes Were ISaslied.
“So you were at Niagara Falls?” she
asked.
“Yes.”
“Y r ou saw the Falls?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Very grand?”
“Very.”
“Did you feel awed?”
“I did.”
“Much water?”
“Ye>, a great deal.”
“Constant roar, I suppose?”
“Yes.”
“Felt your nothingness all the time,
didn’t you?”
“Yes’m.”
“How long did this feeling last?”
“What—the feeling that I was a poor,
punv, miserable nobody?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, not over ten minutes.”
“Humph! I was going to send my
husband down. I supposed it might last
two weeks.” — Detroit Free Press.
Polly Got Him.
“Then you haven’t come into a great
fortune after all, Mrs. Tigley?”
“No mam; not a bit of it.”
“But I noticed in the papers that- you
had been made wealthy, by the death of
some relative.” ,
“Yes; that’s about the way it was
pictured out, I guess.” ’J ? _
“Na. mam; not a fiickel. You see, it
was a false report, but it answered the
purpose just the same.”
“What purpose?”
“You don’t mean to say that you
haven’t heard?”
“Heard what?”
“Why, that Polly was mailed.”
“Certainly; I heard all about that. It
was quite a surprise to me. So sudden,
you know.”
“Sudden! Well, 1 should gurgle! Be
fore the paper with the news in it got
dry the clerk in the corner grocery was
on the pop when she went after milk for
breakfast, and she was to let him know
the state of her feelin’s on the subject
when she went back to get potatoes for
dinner, but before that time a near
sighted young feller with eyeglasses
and toothpick shoes, that she’d been
kind o’ gone on for some time without
seemin' to stand no show on account of
a gal whose father owned a lunch
counter—he steps in a bowin’ and scrap
in’ to come the disinterested over, and
she gobbled him up just too quick—she
did, for a caution, mam. We’ve found
out since that he don't amount to much,
but his daddy lost a leg on the railroad
last winter, and as somebody has got to
pay for it, you see the gal has prospects
that may pan out kind o’ glitterin’ after
a apelL* I tried all kinds o' ways to
marry that gal off without strikin’ no
luck till I happened to think about put
tin’ that piece into the paper. If she
hadn’t a been in such a sweat to scoop
the chap with the goggles on account of
his style, she might a roped in a man
with a trottin’ hoss the next day.”—
Chicago Tribune.
Could NotMcare Him.
A bright, dapper-looking young fel
low walked into the city dispensary this
morning. He had a case of books in one
hand and a subscription list in another.
He dumped the books at the feet of Dr.
Epstein, took the cover off. extracted a
gaudily covered book, pushed his hat
back on his head, and commenced at the
rate of 100 words a minute: “I have here
the works of Charles Dickena in six vol
umes, which I am selling on time to
those desirous of securing the stories of
that master of fiction. Thtse books are
the only—”
“What shall I do with those smallpox
cases I have just brought in,” inter
rupted Henry Kortzendorfer, the big
driver of the smallpox hospital ambu
lance, who had just come in at this mo
ment.
“Are they very bad?” asked Dr.
Priest.
“Very,” said Henry, mysteriously.
“One is all broken out and running from
every pore. ”
“Just bring them in here till I see
what they look like. Take a seat for a
moment, will you?” Dr. Epstein turned
to the book agent.
“Why, certainly,’’said the agent gaily,
and moving his books over to the chari
ty chair, sat down.
Thia rather staggered the big driver,
who said: “1 don't know, doctor,
hadn't we better clear the rooms?”
“I think it would be better. You
don’t mind seeing these cases, I pre
sume!” said the doctor to the book
agent.
“Not at a l,” replied the latter,
Wfinnly. ‘ The fact is, Tve had a curi-
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osity for a long time to' see a case of
small-pex. Fetch ’em in by’ ail .means.’
Beside, I want to see how a new gag.
works. I’ve had the yellow fever and
the cholera racket sprung on me, and
I’ve sat on seats full of dynamite and *
been in a building when they hallooed
fire. So you see the small-pox idea ia
a new one, and I’ll just wait and see how
it works.” . ,
And then Henry and the doctor
looked at each other, and the doctor
said he believed he would have the cases
wait until he had seen the books. Then
the agent went to work and made a sale.
—St. Louis Post-Dispatch.
Largest Land Animal in the World.
Since the death of Jumbo various
statements have been published as to the
exact stature of that giant elephant.
The figures range from eleven feet to
eleven feet and a half, but whether the
height given is that, at the shoulder does
not appear. If Jumbo was eleven feet
and six inches high at the shoulder there
is reason to believe that he was the
largest land animal in the world.
The size of elephants is commonly
overestimated. Their stature is almost
alway exaggerated in those countries
where they arc found wild. Even
European travelers of scientific training
have made notable mistakes in this re
ject. African elephants which Major
> Denham, one of the early explorers, sup
posed to be sixteen feet high proved to
be less than ten feet when killed. In
Ceylon the native elephant, which wm
formerly thought to be larger than the
African animal, is rarely taller than nine
feet; and Sir Emerson Tennent in his
celebrated work on the natural history
of that island says that in the district
where the hunters agree that the largest
specimens are to be found, “the tallest
of ordinary herds do not average more
than eight feet. ”
In India the same tendency to exag
geration prevails. Dr. Falconer was au
thority for the statement by Professor
Ansted, more than a quarter of a century
ago. that “out of eleven hundred ele
phants from which the tallest were se
lected and measured with care, on one
occasion in India, there was not oue
whose weight equaled eleven feet. At
the present day probably no one is better
qualified to speak with reference to the
size of Indian elephants thaa Mr. Gk P.
Sanderson, the officer in charge ot the
elephant-catching establishment main-'
tained by the British government at
MyMorp- H® docs not bclieve that there
is an elephant in India ton ice high at
shoulder. He has tm.' t ,-.
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tuskers belonging to hi«
Maharajah of Mysore, each nine feet
eight inches, captured in Mysore «<une i
forty years ago and still alive.” .Mr.
Sanderson, in his very entertaining work
on the wild beasts of India, Says that
twice round on elephant's foot is his
height, within one or two inches. Gen
erally this measurement will give the ex
act stature, but when persons unfamiliar
with elephants are asked to guess how
many times the circumference of the foot
must be multiplied to ascertain how tall
the animal is,t.ney say from ten to fifteen
times.
Not only may we reasonably conclude
that Jumbo was the largest land animal
io the world, or, at ail events, without
any superior in size, but it is safe to say
that a much larger walking hea-d could
■ not be made out of flesh and b »nes. This
|is mechanically demonstrable. In order
| to support a heavier creature, the size of
’ the legs, even with practically solid
I bones, would have to be so increased as
to render progression impossible
'These considerations indicate that we
shall never see a larger land animal than
Jumbo. — New York Sun.
Reviving the Thumb -Signature.
In mediaeval times, when one of the
fashionable follies was neglect of educa
tion, rulers and other gentlemen, instead
of making their mark or endeavoring to
sigu their names, dipped one of their *
thumbs in ink, and., blotted their mark -
I nn documents in that way. In some re- 1
spects it marks the distinction between. •]
two signatures even better than the
; writing employed by civilir-i people, ,
I since the latter may be pei tly imi-
! tated, and the thumb imprint c mnot be j
counterfeited. On account of the diffi- i
cuities which it places in the way of de- i
ception, it is probable that the thumb ,
system will be taken advantage of by the ;
new Custom House officials so as to make j
it impossible for a return certificate to be !
used by any Chinese except the one to
whom it is regularly issued. No two i
thumb signatures are alike. Even the
imprint of one's right thumb does not |
correspond with that of the left, and '
when the two are had together nc Mongol
can palm himsel f off for the real holder of i
a certificate. The complete difference be- ,
tween the arrangement of the grain of i
various thumb 's has been demonstrated in
enlarged photographs of such signatures i
taken by Taber. The lines of the grain
are all there is left on the paper. The
pbotograps were shown to Mint Superin-
1 tendent Lawton, and he wrote to Secre
: tary Manning advising the adoption Os
the plan they afforded with, regard to
markiner Chinese certificates. If this ba
done, the description of a departing Chi
naman. which, as has been found, ap-
! plies in most all particulars to other
Mongols, cannot be mistaken. — San
Franoieco Chronicle.
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The «-alaricß of the British cabinet are
Secretary foreign affairs and lor 1 of the
treasury, $50,000; chancellor of the ex- I
chequer, $25,000; lord high <:bau©|||lsr F
| $50,000; lord lieutenant of Ireland,
$100,000; lord presidentof pri» y cojfncil,
$20,000; secretary Dw colonies, 2/000 i
home secretary, $25,000; secretary 01 '
I war, $25.000; secretory of India, $21,000; ■
first lord of the admiralty, 123,500; lord 1
chaneeitor of Ireland, $30,000; i
board of trade, SIO,OOO,