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Building Upon the Hands,
Th, well to y?oo, ’tia well to
For souffle world hds dbne ' / • .
Since myrtles grew, and roses t
And morning brought the sun,
But have a care, ye young and fi
Be sure ye pfedge with truth;
. Be certain that your love will wea
Beyond the days of youth.
lor if ye give not heart to heart,
As well as hand for hand,
You’ll find you’ve played the “unwise part,”
And “built upon’the eand.” '
Tla well to have
A pf gold, ■
And hold p|,sterling stuff—
But place n'atsMl your hopes and trust
In what the,deep mine brings;
Y We cannot live'oh yellow dust I
Unmixed with purer’things. <
And he who piles .up wealtlr alone t
, Will often li’hve'.to stand ,
Beside his coffer-cheat, and own
Tie “built upon the sand.”
i
’Tis good to speak in kindly guise,
And soothe whate’er we can;
Far speech would bind the human m
And love link man to' man.
But stay not at the gentle words;
Let deeds with language dwell;
The one who pities starving birds
Should scatter crumbs as well.
' The mercy that is warni'anff true
’ Must lend a helping hand f
forthose who talk; yet fail to do,
-■ But “build upon*the sand.”
i Eliza tAok.
AMY’S ■ENTERPRISE;
“Oh,” cried/Amy Drake, “I am so
wretched—so * unhappy!”
“Be you?”.,said a curious, squeaky
voice, out of the tangle of dark-brown
vines and scarlet rose-hips that hid the
rnde stone' wall upon which she leaned.
“Ain’t that a,pretty bad lookout for a
o’your years?”
It was a still, overclouded day, in
early autumn. The blackberries were
drying up,on; the vines; here and there
a cluster of of blpe asters shone along
the edge of the wood, and the clamo
t rous voice of the little stream was be
ginning to be muffled in falling leaves.
Amy had come out across the apple
orchard, to a place where she could be
quiet and alone. But it seemed now
that she was not alone. For down
among the scarlet berries sat Old Man
Offley, eating his dinner of thick slices
of bread, sandwiched with cold corned
beef, and drinking with infinite relish
out of d teaevrp filled from the brook.
At least that was, what they called
him. If he had a first name or a mid
dle name, nobody knew it. He was
only known as Old Man Offley, as he
- journeyed about, the country with his
basket of sls>q laces, porcelain-buttons*
pins and cheap cotton pocket-handker
chiefs. He had iixo relaHonSj no triends,
and apparently, he was quite*-happy
and independent. '* ‘
"Oh, is it you ?” said Amy, a little
ashamed of her outburst. “I—l didn’t
know anybody was here. But, after
all, 1 don’t care, I am wretched!”
“What’s it all about?” said Old Man
Offley, munching contentedly away at
the bread and cold corned-beef.
"It’s Aunt sighed Amy,
"She says I outfit to be earning my
own living; she says Uncle Bemis can’t
t afford to a^longer.. But
I don’t dp,. ’ They dofl’t:
need any at’the’carpet-,
factory; andVJuice t<rwork s on;
cigars, npw Mve, -iiin'orted''
• those Kye
lost all my
out here, where ythey
and every is
full Ido
• Old Man ofi.By tdrned * Hia.’ tin. cup
upside down &&£;*ap*djtalded up the
red wfii&fi had
served at a taWc&th.. . * • * •
“For them said
he, epigramm«really.‘ “there’s always
plenty to do.” 4> ... v, . ... . .
, “What is thdte for me to do?* asked
Amy, incredi
“Wai,” sailed <Man Offley, > I
* hain’t made a MtMhih^of.‘it peddlin’
-mind I don’t lay as even | 'got rich
• at the business TsuP I n|ver starred at
it, neither.” 15 «* * ‘ >
Amy looked hCHimln gravefcurprise.
» “I dont m&n and shoe
blacking,” saiOsld Ilan 1 Offley. “Law
bless you, chiktf That
1 business alreaty? dnd I =no
k • mors oppositions .set' up.’ * huVi.there’s
* lots of nice ius
fine ladies if they had them
i brought to thafar? doors—laces, you
A know, and croohay works, 'And
\ books, and— Ta»ril)la»jpu J t once I
?' was at a place w&ed*some one-hhd got
cut, and what i^di’erin' _ there was for
court-plaster ’ the?
drug store in
away. And Hair- i
grease, and o’
. truek. When f vwAs down in York
, State, I seen two young ladies a tramp
tn‘ up and down the road with big,
knotted sticks, and their man-servant
he came after shay
and the trunk*. \Thfy whs aVaikin’
for pleasure. I heard; tst.‘ t . Why
abou’du’t you wa& lor* profit— hey?”
♦ »*
t»‘» *
“Do you really thinx I could suc
ceed in a busines like that?” asked
Amy, with kindling eyes.
"Just try,” nodded Old Man Offley.
And he shouldered his pack, hitched
the tin cup to one of his coat-buttons,
and went trudging off over the carpet
of yellow leaves that edged the wood
land path.
Amy Drake leanded over the wall,
with her eyes fixed abstractedly on the
red rose-hips and the maroon leaves of
a climbing vine beyond for a minute,
and then she said:
"I believe I’ll try it!”
She said nothing on the subject to
Aunt Oriana. Between her and that
lady there existed a sort of silent hos
tility.
But she chose an opportunity when
her Uncle Bemis sat alone by the
stove to ask timidly:
“Uncle, will you lend me ten dol
lars?”
“Ten dollars ?” repeated her Uncle
' Bemis.
. “Yes, uncle, ten dollars#
. “Ten dollars is a deal of money,” ob-
> Served Uncle Bemis.
“Yes, I know it is,” said Amy.
“But I want it as capital.”
"Eh?” said Uncle Bemis.
“Capital 1 To invest in business I”
explained Amy.
Uncle Bemis stared with fishy, blue
eyes.
“I’m tired of this sort of life •!” said
Amy. I’ve made up my mind to do
something for myself, And if you
will lend me ten dollars, I will try to
ireturn it again very soon; and it may
perhaps be the gateway of a newer
and more independent existence to
met”
Uncle Bemis looked apprehensively
at the door, fumbled ip his pocket,
and drew forth a flat, begrumbled
greenback.
“Here 1” he said, pressing it into his
niece’s hand. “P’raps you hadn’t bet
ter mention it to your aunt!”
"I will not,” said Amy. "But oh,
unde, lam so much obliged to you!”
She kissed the wrinkled cheek, and
as she did so a moisture dimmed Un
cle Bemis’ faded blue eyes.
“Tain’t my fault that you and your
aunt don’t hit it off no better,” said he.
“I know it, uncle,” said Amy.
She took the early train, next day,
and went to Bridgeport, pondering as
she did eo what sort of stock would
be most profitable to invest in.
"Suppose I were a lady sitting by
my fire, with nothing to do but amuse
myself—what should I want?” she
asked herself. "Lace-patterns? worst
ed? canvas needles? novels? court
plaster?” with an odd recollection of
Old Man Offley’s hint “Oh, there are
plenty of things ! Only I must .make
make my ten dollar bill go as far as
possible!”
* *' >•’ ' 4 * * *“ * ' * *
“A peddler !” said Miss Marchcroft
“Send her away!”
But Amy Drake had trained her
self not easily to be rebuffed..
She pushed past the maid, with lady
like audacity.
"Would you look at my wares?”
said she. “I have some stamped d’oy
leys and Kensington patterns that I
think would’intetest you. And I have
the latest fancy stiches for silk patch
<work.”‘ •
jAt tills, Miss Marchcroft roused up.
. VWell, perhaps I’ll look at ’em,”
said she. '
At the factory, where a faded little
Woman was trying to teach half a doz
en boisterous children, Amy produced
a new “Every Lady Her
Own Segmtress,” with a. roll of of the
newest patterns for little aprons and
Mrs. Hodson shook her head at first,
Vuk finally relented, and Amy made
a comprehensive sale there.
"I never purchase from street-sel
lers,” said Mrs. Judge Overman.
*fßut I have superior wares,” said
Amy. "Here is a shawl of white
Shetland wool commenced in the cob
web stitch, and I have some very de
sirable remnants of Hamburg inser
tions, and real linen pocket-handker
chief with the borders stamped ready
for embroidery, a la Kate Greenaway.”
Mrs., Overman looked amazed.
'* "I don’t care if you bring them in,*’
said shk ’•
Two gentlemen were playing chess
at the fireside—the old Judge himself,
.and a gentleman guest—Harry Ben
nerton from Bridgeport. He rose and
bowed.
“Miss Drake !” he cried in surprise.
Amy inclined her head.
'' • "Yes,” she said, quietly.
And then she began explaining her
novelties to Mrs. Overman.
The Judge’s wife bought several
pretty things, and when Amy was
gone, she turned to Benn er ton.
“Harry,” said she, “where did you
meet that girl?”
"At a surprise-party in Bridgeport"
,"A reduced lady, eh Y"
‘ "I don't know anvthing about that,”
said Bennerton. I rather fancied her
at the time. But I don’t bare to pros
ecute the acquaintace of a—peddler.”
“To do her justice,” drily remarked
Mrs. Overman, “she did not seem to
care to prosecute yours."
But Amy cried a little behind her
veil as she walked down the villiage
street.
“He danced every dance with me
then,” she thought “He took me out
on the lawn, and he did everything
but actually propose. And now—
Well, it is better to know the worst at
once. If he despises me because I
earn my own living, he is hot the ma
terial of which my ‘man among men’
must be made.”
At the end of a month, she paid
back the ten-dollar bill to Uncle Be
mis, and Aunt Oriana never was any
the wiser for the transaction.
“Oh, uncle,” she said, “I am doing
so well! I am so thankful that Old
Man Offley advised me to strike out
into the world for myself. And,
uncle—”
“Well?”
“Herbert Hawkes took me across to
Vale Devon in his wagon, last week.
He was going that way, and he said
it would save me the walk. I sold ev
er so many things in Vale Devon J
And, uncle—”
“Well?” with another blink of the
faded eyes.
“Herbert has bought a house and
lot. And he put out his sign—‘Doc-
tor Hawkes.’ Do you think he will
succeed, uncle?”
“Dunno,” said Uncle Bemis. “Cal
kerlate likely he will. Guess he’s a
smart feller.”
“Because if he does,” said Amy "I—
I’ve promised to marry him!”
“And what’s to become of the ped
dlin’ business?” asked Uncle Bemis,
waggishly.
“Oh, that will have to be given up!”
said Amy. "But I’m so glad I com
menced it,because Herbert says he nev
er admired me half so much as when he
saw how independent I was. And that
first put it into his head to like me.”
But when Old Man Offley beard of
it, he only shrugged his shoulders.
"That’s a woman all over,” said he.
“No sooner does she get well establish
ed in busines, than she ups and gets
married ! But if she’s suited, so am
I!”
The Man on the Bridge.
A gentleman recently established in
business in Paris, and formerly an of
ficer in the United States Army dur
ing the civil war, told me the follow
ing story: He was with his regiment
on duty in (I think) Tennessee, and
was informed one day that the newly
appointed commander of that division
of the army was to arrive that day,
and would take possession of his com
mand the next morning. Early on the
following morning the officer chanced
to be standing on the bank of a stream
near where the forces were encamped,
when he saw on the other side of the
water a sandy-bearded man on horse
back, with a cigar between his teeth,
who was endeavoring to force his
horse to cross a narrow wooden bridge
that was thrown across the stream.
The bridge had no railings, and the
planks were slippery with frost, so
that the passage presented a certain
amount of danger. The officer called
to the stranger not to cross. He still
persisted in trying to induce his horse
to. go over the bridge, when the othei
waxing wroth at his obstinacy shouted:
"Turn back, you—adjective—fool!
Do you want to get ducked or get
drowned? Don’t you see the bridge
is as slippery as glass ?” The stranger,
who wore a common blue army over
coat, raised his cap, turned around
and galloped away. What was the
officer’s horror a few hours later, when,
at the review of the troops by theii
new commander, he recognized in the
stranger General Grant. At the elos<
of the review the General sent for him
and addressed him as follows: “Yon
are the person who prevented me from
venturing on the bridge this morning
Colonel X , are you not?” An as-
firmative response was given with a
sinking heart. "I wished to tell you
that I am very much obliged to you
You saved me from committing i
very silly and foolhardy action, anc
probably also from an unpleasan!
drenching.” "And that,” concluded
the Colonel, "was my first introduetior
to General Grant” — Philadelphia Tel
egraph.
The Sunshine es His Existence.
“ What is it that keeps you so busj
writing so late in your study every
night?” asked Mrs. Yerger of her bus
band.
“I am writing the history of mj
life.”
"I suppose you mention me in it ?"
“Oh. yes: I call you the sunsine ol
my existence.”
"Do I really throw so much sunshim
into your daily life?”
“I refer to you as the sunshine of
my existence because you make it hoi
for me”— -Teros Siftings.
THE STARTLING SWEEPING PACTS
FROM
J. M. & M. B. WATSON’S
Spot Cash House,
Carries Conviction to an Honest Public.
. now P er^ee py jammed from basement to garret with new, fresh goods, arranged with artistic taste. We are
displaying a superb assortment for the inspection of all, which includes
mW DESIRABLE IS STYLE AND ME Ml. I
In our house everything stands on its own merit. No shoddy goods thrown out for a bait to get you in and then
make it up on something else. Each article stands on its own price. Our motto is
ONE PRICE TO ALL.
Your wife, your child, your mother and the balance of your kinfolks get the same price.
SEZEJ OTJTd IPZRzICZE LIST.
3,000 yds. Brocade Worsted, high colors, at s|c yd. Bedticking a specialty. We keep all grades, from
Fine, Beautiful Brocade Dress Goods at 15 “ the cheapest to the best, 6| to 17|ct8. yd..
Fine Wool Cashmeres, desirable colors, at 10 “ Ladies’ Jackets at 35 cts..
Beautiful Calicoes, all colors, at 3f “ Fine yard wide Sheeting and Shirting, at 5 and 6c yd,
Fine Table Damask, white and red, at 30, 40 and 50c yd.
Ouf Upde/wekf ©epkftnqeqt 10 Complete,
Men’s Merino Shirts, 30, 40 and 60c each, i Men’s Fine Dress Shirts, 35, 40, 50, 75 and 90(5
“ All-Wool Red Flannel Shirts, 75c I “ “ Calico and Percale Shirts 50, 75 and |1 06
“ # “ Drawers, 75c ! Men’s and Boys’ Scarfs and Ties, all Silk, 15, 20,25,35, 50c
Ladies’ Under Vests, cheap, 30, 35, 40 and 50c I Celluloid and Linen Collars, 10, 15, 20 and 250
Celluloid and Linen Cuffs, 20 and 25c.
SHOES AT SLAUGHTERING PRICES.
Our Home-Made Soled Brogans, $1 501 Solid Brogans Shoes, best |1 00 to 1 4*5
“ “ Ladies’ Fine Shoes, 150 I Ladies’ Fine Button Shoes $1 25, 150 and 210
Children’s Shoes, from 45, 50, 55, 65 and 75c | Men’s and Boys’ Boots, all prices, fl 00, 1 25, 1 50, 2 50
We have no competitioii this season Dor castoners have unit rtiat around. We have jot the prices
rW and they come and hny.
Bargains in Clothing—All Fine, New and of the Very latest Style.
Men’s Suits, $3.75, 8.00, 10.00, aud 15.00.
NOBODY CARRIES THE HA.T WE DO-
Every Man and Boy gets a Fit both in Size and Price, from 25, 50, 60, 75,1.00, 1.25, 1.75 and 2.00.
A BIG DRIVE IN STOVES.
Fair lady, ao longer burn and ruin your beautiful complexion, but read these slaughtering prices and purchase a
stove. No; 6, 15,50; No. 7at $7.50, 8.50, 10,00.
Thousands of articles not mentioned at low prices that will astonish you.
Yours truly,
J. M. & M. B. WATSON.
HO! HO!
Confectionaies! Confectioneties!
B. L. CLARK,
Under Masonic Hall, has the most com
plete line of
Coilectioiis
—and.—
Canned Goods
To be found in Douglasville,
Clwr IM I CheaDest.
He also keeps ever ready for his cus
tomers a
FIRST-CLASS
BARBER SHOP
-AND—
RESTAURANT
Where yon will be served with whatever
you want at short notice.
Call and See Me.
Prohibition is Coming!
COME ON AND GET TOUB
WHISKY AND BRANDY
F HOM
JOHN M. JAMES’
Registered Distillery No. 303
-A.T-
SJLIjT SZPIdIJSTG-S, G-JL.
I HAVE NOW ON HAND 37 BARRELS OF
GOBN WHISKY AKD PBAGE IND APPLE BRANDIES
OF MY OWN MAKE, ALL WARRANTED TO BE
100 PROOF!
I will sell the above Whisky and Brandies
CHE-A-T 5 FOP CASH.
So Cm ii and Gel Yoer M for Mas sad
BX)R SICK FOLKS.
o
Physicians wanting Liquors for Medicinal Purposes, can not do better than
to give me a trial.
o
DO NOT DELAY, FOR 1 AM GOING TO
SELL OUT!
CALL ON, OR ADDRESS
John M. James,
Salt Springs, Ga.