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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. —-.- | 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 .. Ajsil&b. < ..life, J > LfiSy vr Mb mi hk v E . rldh nW I rwcdk -todfe Hj&a !■' Tr ® wtui ||wl 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- NUMBER 10. * ‘I • 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 ,-. U " : ;i ‘- 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. — ll— """"r" 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,