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VOLUME VIII.
Church Directory.
METHODIST.—DoWJiasvnxE—Find-, thi rd
and fifth Sundays.
Salt SmJfGS—Secead Sunday, and Saturday
before.
Midway—-Fourth "Bunday, and Stftnrdav be.
fore. W. B, F7OTK. Pastob.
Baptist—Douglasville, first and fourth Sun
days. Rev. A. -B. Vaughn, pastor.
Masonic.
Douglasville Lodge, No. 289, F. A. M.,meets j
•on Saturday night before the 'first and third ;
Huudavs in each month. J. fl. Carter, W. SI., <
W. J. Camp, Secy.
County Directory.
'Ordinary—H. T. Cooper.
Clerk—B. N. Dorsett.
Sheri flMStenry Ward.
iDeputy Sheriff—G. M. Bottler.
Tax Receiver—E. H. Camp.
Tax Collector —W. A. Sayor.
Treasurer—Samuel Hhanron.
Surveyor—John M. Huey.
Coroner—F. M. Mitchell.
•UPERIOT. COURT.
Meet# on third Mondays in Jannacywad Julj
•nd holds two weeks.
Judge—Hon. Samson W. Harris.
Sol. Genl.—Hon. Harry M. Reid.
Clerk—B. N. Dorsett.
Sheriff—Henry Ward.
county COURT.
Meet# in quarterly session oa 'fourth Mon
days in February, May, August and November
and holds until all the case# on the dookei mb
oalled. In monthly session it meet# on fourth
Mondays in each month,
Judge—Hon. R. A. Massev.
Sol. Genl.-Hon. W. T. Roberta.
Bailiff—D. W. John#.
ORDINARY’S COORT
’ Meet# for ordinary purpose# on first Mondar,
and for county purposes on "first Tuesday i«
each month.
•I Judge—Hon. H. T. Cooper.
nwricaa courts.
730th Diet. G. M. meets first Thursday in each
month. J. I. Feely, J. P„ W. H. Cash, N. P.»
D. W. Johns andfW. K. Burnt, L. 0.
736th Dist G. M., meets second Saturday.
A. R. Bomar, J.'l?., B. A. Arnold, N. P., S. C.
Yeager, L. C.
784th Dist. G. M. meets fourth Saturday.
Franklin Carver, J. P., C. B. Baggett, N. 1.,
J. 0. James and M. S. Gore, L. Os.
1239th Dtst. <J. M. meet# third Saturday. T.
M. Hamilton. J.P., M. L. Yates, N. P., 8. W.
Biggers, L. 0., 8. J. Jourdan, L. C.
. 1260tu Dist. 4G. M. meets third Saturday. N.
* W. Camp, J.P., W. S. Hudson, Ji. P„ J. A.
Hill, L. C.
A 13715 t Dist. G, M. meets, first Saturday. 0.
C. P. Albecry Hembree, N. P,
1272nd Dist. G. M. meet* fourth Friday.
. Geo. W, Smith, J. P„ C, J. Robinson, N. I‘,,
1273rd Dist. G. M. meets third Friday. Thos.
White, J. P., A. J. Bowen, N. P., W. J.'Harbin,
. w ftnar hT a m a
ATTORNEY AT LAW
DOUGLASVILLE, OA.
(Office in front room, Dorsett’s Building, y
Will practice anywhere except in the Count?
Court of Douglass county.
W. AjJAMES,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Will practice sci »U the courts, Slate 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
DuaiuMs will receive, prompt attention. Oftioc
ip Court Rouse.
C. I). CAMP,
ATTORNEY AT LAW.
DOUGLASVILLE, GA.
Will practice in all the courts. AU bualnew
intrusted to him will receive prompt attention.
Tl G. GRIGGS."
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
DOU3LASmiLE, GA
Will practice in all the courts. State and
(Federal
JOHN M, EQGE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW.
DOUGLASVILLE. GA.
Will practice in all the eowM, and promptly
attecd to all Unaineea entrwrted So-hisoare.
Ts. JAMESi
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
DOUGLASVILLE. GA
Will marttee in lh« court* of Dopglaea.
offcmphril. Carroll, Bauldfaag. Cobb, Fulton ami
attention given
, _______
attorney at law.
DCNtUM. AS VILLE. OA.
Mud niacttce in ail the e»wte both State and
fhd«rsl • apectalty.
JOHN V. ED6L
ATTORNEY AT LAW.
DOUGLASVILLE, GA
JOB PRINTING
NEATLY DONE
AT THE “STAR" OFFICE
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'II Sa V iWI i i'll || | I* I I
/>arWard.
Push on, brave heart, nor yet despair,
Though dark aud dreary seem the way,
Thy sun will shine from skies as fair
• As over graced the coming day.
And ever keep before thine eyes f
The heroes of the mighty past;
Think hoT/ they straggled for the prize.
And thou shalt surely win at last.
Push on, as some brave swimmers do,
I Over storm-capped waves of life,
■Strike out against the undertow,
! And coma off victor in the strife.
’ Push on, and win a lasting name
■ The nations of the earth among,
Nor stoop to use as steps to fame
Thy fellow-men who round you throng.
j Push on, and when them gain’st the day,
, Remember these brave words of mine;
I Bear up beneath each darkened ray,
Thy sun is waiting but to shine
With tenfold glory from above.
That hoar is darkest next the dawn.
■ Success is certain. Do not fear.
But let the watebwarti be—Push on.
i —Jack Gardiner in Detroit Free Press.
THE SQUIRE’S APPLES.
“Such pretty apples!” cried Linnet
Dessoir, ecstatically. 4 ‘With red checks,
just as if a fairy pencil had painted them,
and delicious, bloomy streaks here and
there!! ’I should like to copy them on a
\ plaque or a panel or something, if only
i oae could be sure of reproducing those
! delicate tints of rose and white!”
“WeU, I declare I” said Rose Hebron,
the country cousin, whom she was visit
ing, laughing with a merry, thrush-like
laugh, as the two girls sat on a moss
’Bnanioled boulder under the boughs of
the lady-apple-tree, with fyere and there
a wellow leaf fluttering dreamly down at
; their feet. “Who would dream of such
; a poetical description applying to the ap
ples that grow in Squire Sandford’s or
chard?”
■“Wasn’t it good of him to allow us to
gather them?” said Linnet, trimming the
iide-leaflets off a lovely branch of yellow
.golden-rod.
4 ‘l shall not believe that they arc ab
solutely out's though,” declared Rose,
“uptil I see them iu the old apple-bin at
home*.’’
i isif. '■ |v ■■ -
-'GOh, Squire Cedric is eccentric!” Rose J
ißßmiiLXUg',' Uiii'incsrtj; ; — x
“Yes. Isn’t it an odd relic of the
Saxon times?” laughed Rose.
“B’s a very romantic name,” remarked
Linnet, wrinkling her brows in pretty
consideration of the epithet.
t4 He isn’t romantic,” observed Rose.
<‘lsn’t he? But why not?”
“lib’sso old! Thirty, at least 1” Rose
Tesponded, with an emphatic nod of the
head.
“Horrid ogre!” said Linnet, who was
>lnher seventeenth year. “Come, Rosey,
let’s go home. I’m as hungry as a canni
'bal! Gathering apples is sucJi hard work!”
Sire skipped ahead, with her yellow
tresses floating behind, like stray strands
of sunshine, and her white dress rustling
over the drifts of perfumed leaves that
carpeted the path.
Rose followed, with affectionate eyes
•of admiration.
‘'What b the • difference between me
j and Linnet?” she asked herself. “My
| dress is white also; my hair is as golden
ias hexs. Why is it that she is like a
I dancing sprite—l, a plodding human be
: fag?”
four little Rosy! -She did not realize
that Linnet Dessoir had grown up in an
altogether different atmosphere; that Lin
i net had unconsciously modeled her dress
from (the graceful robes which her father,
i the artist, kept to drape his lay-figures;
that her eye had liee-n trained, her taste
cultured, in every possible point.
“He’s only a jxxir struggling artist!”
Farmer Hebron had been wont conteuip
tously to observe, when he saw his broth
er-in-law’s name among the 1 Ute special-
I ly honored by the Academy «f Design.
“He’s a gvod follow enough,” Eugene
Dessoir%iriiy remarked, when ids agricul
tural connection happened to be men
tioned. “But he hasn’t an idea be
yond his own f&t cattle! He don’t Jive;
he only vegourte«!”
Linnet, however, the bright, mother
s less young beauty, was a great favorite of
the kind-hearted ffebroas; and when ahe
had so enthusiastically admired thebeau
tiful pink-and-whitelady-apples on Stjuire
Sandford's tree. Mr. Hebron had gone so
; far out of his way to ask the squire for a
I barrel.
‘Must to please the btele girl,” said he.
“She Udnk i a deal of pretty things.”
••She is quite’welcome,” said Squire
Saadfurd, with formal politeness. “If
you will send a barrel to the tree to-mor
row. Mr. Hebron, it shall be filled for
four nieee.”
Ami when the squire Mid thk bq pict
i Wed in his mind's eye the aforesaid niec e
«• a romp of eleven or twelve, with
j uhiagltd iuur, freckles and pretematursd
’ ly kntgaraw.
I Jdl mght long Linnet Danob dreamad
FAWNING TO NONE-CHARITY TO ALL.
DOUGLASVILLE, GEORGIA, TUESDAY. JULY 13. 1886-
of the lady-apples, and when the sun
rose, a sphere of rubied fire, above the
eastern hills, she jumped out of bed and
dressed herself with haste.
“I can’t sleep another minute,” said
she. “It’s just the very s#rt of morning
to walk out across the woods and look at
the lady-apple-tree, with the little spring
gushing out so close to its roots, and the
blue asters, and thickets of golden-rod,
by the stone fence. I won’t wake Rosy,
Rosy was up late last night, putting la
bels on the quince jelly. I’ll let her
sleep, and go by myself I”
But Miss Hebrou was no more of a lag
gard in the morning than was her city
cousin. At seven precisely she knocked
at Linnet’s door, but the bird had flown,
“How provoking!” said Rose. “But
I’ll follow her. She must have gone to
try to make that sketch of the old mossy
rock close to the lady-apple-tree! I wo* j m
der if she knows that my father has
tured Ajax in the adjoining field?”
“Ajax” was a savage, beautiful bull,
who was at once the pride and torment
of Farmer Hebron, and a thrill of terror
came into Rose’s heart as she made all
speed to follow the dewy track of Lio
net’s footsteps over the grass.
As islie reached the belt of woods close
to the apple-orchard, she paused in dis
may at the sound of a sweet, high pitched
voice.
It’s Linnet!” she involuntarily ex
claimed. “And she’s scolding some
body. Dear me, whom can it be? Sure
ly not Ajax!”
“You are a thief!” she could hear Lin
net exclaim—“a robber! Let that bar
rel of apples alone, I say. I don’t care
whether you are Squire Sandford or not.
That barrel of apples is mine 1”
And as Rose drew near, die could see
this dimpled young Amazon resolutely
deluding the barrel of apples, with her
single strength, against Squire Sandford
and his stoutest farm laborer.
She stood there, with one slight hand
on the red-checked fruit, which was
brimming over the barrel-hoops, and be
fore her the tall squire and his herculean
iganutoibilcss. •
TILt. a i • |-,F? i:. • ■
Touch them, at you# fFHn* - ' '
Thus far the young heroine was a con
queror. But alas! in that very moment
of victory Nemesis was at hand. There
was.the dull sound of trampling hoofs,
then a sullen bellow, and Ajax himself,
bursting through a weak spot in the
fence, was upon them.
Linnet Dessoir collapsed, so to speak,
at once. She forgot her heroism, her
dignity—-everything but her danger, and
flew, for rescue, to Squire Sandford,
shrieking:
4< Savc me! save me!”
The fann-hand dogged behind the
wagon; but Squire Sandford never
quailed, but held her resolutely in his
arms.
“Do not be afraid,” he said, almost as
if he had been speaking to a frightened
child. “Nothing shall harm you, little
oae!**
For an instant, things look very black;
then Squire Sandford spoke gently once
more.
“Do eot hold my arm so tightly,” said
he, “Let me get at my revolver. I must
shoot the brute! No, don't be so terri
fied. Do aot you hear me say that noth
ing should harm youV'
And then the problem resolved itself,
as problems often do. Ajax, butting his
huge head against the barrel of lady-ap
ples, sent them rolling in all directions,
nnd caught his horns in the barrel itself,
effectually blinding him. He set off at a
wild gallop down the hill, bellowing as
he went, and there he met his fate in the
shape of two or three men with a run
ning noose of rope and a good stout
chain.
“Hello, pet!” shouted Farmer Heb
ron’s voice. “What’s the matter? She
hasn’t fainted, has she, squire?”
And Linnet, realizing that the was safe,
blushingly withdrew from Mr. Sandford’s
sheltering arms, and ran to her unde.
“I am to much obliged to you, sir,”
she whispered. “And please—please
don’t mind what I said about the apples.
Kw are gait* welcome to them.”
“Hey? Apples!” said Mr. Hebron.
“Why, Linnet didn’t you know that I
carted the barrel of apples that the
•quire gave you home last night”
Linnet grew crimson all over, and fled
to Bose's faithful breast for consolation.
I—l shall never dare to look that man
in the face again,” she bewailed herself.
“Oh, dear—oh, dear, what murt he have
thought of me!”
But of course Mr. Sandford considered
it only right and proper to call that eve
ning, and inquire bo* Mies Dessoir
found herself; and really the meeting
wm not half m embarrassing m Linnet
had fancied it would ba.
They had a good laugh about Ajax
and the apples; and Linnet confessed
how dreadfully frightened she had been.
“And with reason,” said Squire Sand
ford. “There was a second or two in :
which we were in very serious danger.” j
“But , you will forgive me about the !
apples?” said Linnet, with pretty, coax- '
ing earnestness.
f‘Oh, yes, I will forgive you about the •
apples!” Squire Sandford laughingly
returned.
> And in that moment Linnet thought
what a very pretty color his eyes were,
decided that he couldn't possibly be
thirty years old.
♦ * * • * ♦
it strange,” said Rose Hebron,
“that we have lived neighbor to Squire
Sandford all these yeats, and he has nev
er been more than ordinarily polite to
me? And here comes Linnet, and quar
hrels with him at five minutes’ notice, and
calls him all sorts of names, and now
they are engaged to be married, and I
®m to be the bridesmaid.”
“Not at all strange!” said Miss Dessoir.
“To me it seems as nice and natural as
possible. But yon are mistaken about
his age, Rosy. He is only twenty-nine.
And if he were a hundred and twenty
nine, I should love him all the same.”
“Os course,” said Rose; that is what
all engaged girls say.”— Helen Forest
Graves.
Turkish Public Amusements.
The public amusements of the Turks
consist of meydan-oyoonoo., lara-g'eoz, and
the medduh. Mcydau-oyoonoo is a sort
of low burlesque, acted by men only and
without a stage, the changing of cos
tumes being effected behind a tempora
ry screen. The kara-g’eoz is the Turk
ish “Punch and Judy,” rendered in
shadows, a white sheet being stretched
across one of the angles of the room di
agonally, forming the base of a triangle,
behind which the performer takes his
stand, and by the force of a strong light
casts the “shadows of coming events” on
the sheet, And the meddah is the fa
mous story-teller'df the East. The ab
(-fence of worts of fiction, and the general
Ignorance of. the
WBWnre. rdf Int> io ve of the niarvenous' is
too powerful in the warm and imagina
tive nature of the people of that sunny
clime to remain without some develop-,
meat. Hence their popularity. Then,
again, these meddahs are not destitute of
dramatic power, entrancing their atten
tive audiences by the magnetism of high
ly wrought fiction, exaggerated descrip
tion, and effective mimicry. Indeed,
some of them have acquired a renown for
their specialty. Kiz-Ahmed, or Lady
Ahmed, is so named on account of his
successful ability in “taking off” the la
dies, and Piujemin is noted for the “pa
thetic.” They exercise certain coup de
theatre ot their own, and are by the ex
cited fancies of the people invested with
a genii-liko power, as they condense into
a passing tour the scenes of an eventful
life, or detail the enchantments of faijy
dom. In fact, these meddahs occupy
the Orients! lecture field, and on festive
occasions ptovide a most welcome part of
the entertaiiment. Their tales, general
ly vulgar, wuit public taste, are often
not devoid <f some good moral, and
their comicaliVas hold up some popular
vice to public lerision. — Harper's Bazar,
Going to Sea la a Flatboat.
Recently the pUot at Eadsport on the
Mississippi river,: noticed a singular
looking craft, with two sails and a jib, |
making its way do*i the jetties to sea,
but paid no attention to it.
There was a heavy on at the time,
and when she had gol about five miles
o«t into the gulf the |ilot boat Under- .
writer caught sight ofMier, and, seeing
that she was in danger,|went to her as
sistance.
On reaching the strange craft it was
found that her rudder As' broken and
she was unmanageable—it.fact, that she
was an old-fashioned sedf or fiatboat,
with two abort masts and a jib. The
calking was coming out 4 the seams,
she had no bulkheads or lengthening
braces, or any similar derict of marine
architecture. The only liwg things
aboard were one man, his wiu| two chil
dren, and a dog.
These adventurers were a’l<he way
from some interior point in Arkbsas, on
their way to Florida, without
or even chart, chronometer, ® other
maritime appliances. There wt* no
water aboard, and but little proqpons. j
The captain of this nondescript jnust
have been reading some dime novejtend
probably thought he could hitch u| at i
night, get water and provision®, |-
ahead whenever he desired. He
•aid, been six yean building this ctJL t
The people aboard warn wanned fro*
death, and brought to the city.
BEFORE PETERSBURG
Intermingling of Federal and 1
Confederates Pickets.
i !
j How a Federal Soldier’s Visit to th? |
Besieged Oity was Returned.
Peter A Ayers writes as follows, in the
1 Chicago Ledger: No word is more sacred
• than that which passes between brave
soldiers, even though given by those who I
belong to contending armies. However I
fiercely they might contend on the battle- i
field, it was seldom, among the millions 1
• actively engaged in the late war, that .
■ Yankee or Johnny had reason to com- ;
! plain of personal bad faith or treachery •
in the other. Our regiment, the Ninety - !
ninth Pennsylvania Veterans, took an ac- •
tive part in the loug andbloody siege of i
; Petersburg. In Die earlier stages of the
; siege it was customary for bothjConfed
: crates and Fedcrals to relieve pickets over
| the open ground under protection of a
flag of truce, gap lines had not yet been
dug, the rifle pits were equidistant - from
| the main line of works —about three hun
dred yards. It was a pretty sight to see
I those lines advanced, having already
been deployed behind the heavy works,
; and at a signal both lines, like two lines
of battle advancing aga nst each other.
i When the pits were reached the relieved
| pickets quietly, yet quickly hurried back
.to their main line of retrenchment. This
i flag of truce had put the pickets of both
j sides on quite friendly terms. At first
; the boys would sit out on the bank of the
rifle pits and chat with each other. Their
rifle pits, by the way, were only, or less
than, fifty yards distant from each other
on this part’of the line at this time. Fin-
| ally, the boys would meet on this middle
| grouud, play cards, trade tobacco, coffee,
sugar, papers, indeed, anything for bar
ter. We found that day after day we
I were confronted bv the same men, a de ■
l tail from the Third Mississippi Rifles,
i some of whom we came to know as
• Brown, Jones, Smith, etc. Now, there
• was in Company A of our regiment a fel
low nicknamed “Jersey,” who was of
found between the lines than any
else. I had noticed this, questioned
concerning it. He then informed
Mi that three nights before he had, in
r i company with a Third Alississippiau,
gone into Petersburg, had attended a
dance, got acquainted with some girls,
» and had a “bully good time.” This I
found out afterward to have been a fact.
I warned him not to repeat it, showing
him the danger, and had his promise not
to do so again; “but,” said he, “I have
promised this man to buy him something
from our sutler.” ‘The sutler is now a
lawyer in Washington, D. C., and if this
article reaches him will well remember
our conversation about the matter, and
the laugh we had over it.’ The “bomb
proof” that I was quartered in was direct
ly at the “sally-port,” in and out of
which went the picket detail every twen
; ty-four hours. I was awakened, the
! third night after my talk with “Jersey,”
; about midnight, by some one calling my
name at the entrance of my “proof.” I
j instantly stepped out, and met “Jersey”
; and his chum, the Confederate, who was
‘ a fine-looking fellow about twenty years
of age and, like “Jersey,” had a sort of
reckiesssort of look about him that I liked.
j “Jersey” introduced me and said they
hud been up to the sutler’s; both had
| their arms filled with packages, which
consisted of two slouch hats, two shirts,
canned goods, cakes, cheese, etc., etc.
[ At first I was indignant, mad, and threat
ened to arrest “Jcraey” and detain the
Confederate, but I knew “Jersey” to be
| a good soldier, always ready for any duty,
and b<- begged so hard that I had not the
heart, so I gave him a good scolding,
warned the other man of his danger and
let them go. The next day in talking
with the sutler I found they Lad awaken
ed him about midnight and spent a twen
ty dollar gold piece. He knew “Jersey,”
j but never dreamed that he had been
playing commissary for a Confederate.
“Jersey” afterward was wounded on this
line and taken to the hospital, where he
! died.
Remember fax Faces a Specialty.
Mr. Smith (at evening party)—Well, |
having a pleasant time, Mr. Brown?
Mr. Brown—Ah, let me see, where
have we met before? Your face is very !
familiar, but for the hfc of mo 1 can’t re- !
rail your
Mr. Smith—My name is Smith. We j
were introduced to each other about five. ;
minutes ago in the parlor.
Mr. Brown—Ah, yes; so we were. Fm I
a poor hand to remember names. Mr.
Smith, but I never forget a fa?e.—Aew I
Feri Ban
The farmers in the Connecticut house |
of representatives number ninety-nine, ’
against fourteen lawyers, the same num- '
her of manufacturers and twenty-two J
merchant*. |
NUMBER 23.
The Wind Baby,
In summer the little wind baby
Is pleasant as ever you please,
And then is the time that we call him
A zephyr, and sometimes a breeze.
In autumn he gits a bit rougher,
And blows the leaves hither and yon:
In winter he piles up the snow-drifts,
And thinks it most capital fun.
But March comes, and then the wind baby
Has nothing —no leaves and no snow.
D’you hear him scream down through th»
chimney,
t “Come out! Oh, you daren’t, I know!”
—Youth's Companion.
HUMOROUS
An ulster covers a multitude of patches-
The telephone operator has a perpetual
' holler day.
A young lady wrapped up in herself is
■ a delicate parcel.
‘ ‘Lend me your ears, ” as the farmer*
said to the corn stalk.
A policeman, like a man climbing a
ladder, goes the rounds.
Two heads are better than one— on n
freak in a dime museum.
The nick of time—The piece brakes
out of the ancient crockery.
When the heart is full the lips are si
lent ; when the man is full it is different.
John Ruskin wants the sewing ma- •
chine to go. Let him put his feet ®n. the
5 treadle and work it, then.
The man who never gets mad is- sup
posed to be a half-brother to the woman
i who never looks behind her.
A patent medicine advertisement saysr
‘‘The human body is much like a good
-vlock.” This sounds reasonable. A good
Si»ny men spend a large part of their,
dne in striking.
“Are you pretty well acquainted with
’ your mother tongue, my boy?” asked the
! school teacher of the new scholar. ‘‘Y es,
i; •sir,” answered the lad timidly, “ma jaws
i ;x»e a good deal, sir.”
One thousand dollars in gold weighs
j forty pounds. It is the necessity of carry
£• ing home from their offices the daily in
come of specie that makes so many news-
I; paper men. round shouldered.
A small child being asked by a Sunday
school teacher r
they
answered: l
i I guess they tnselvf'g.*’ * ’
■ f Literary man (laughingly)—Yes, I took
to literature naturally. I was vaccinated
from a quill, you know. Friend (grimly)
—The world would have been the gainer
if you had been vaccinated from a pick
or shovel.
Sunday school scholar (to teacher) —-
“Did you say that the hairs of my head
were all numbered?” Teacher—“ Yes,
my dear.” Sunday school scholar—
“ Well, then, (pulling out a hair and pre
senting it), what’s the number of thi»
one?”
“How do you do, Mary? I’ve been'
trying to catch up with you for half an
hour. I knew you just as soon as I set.
•yes on that bonnet. I’ve known it an
! long as I can remember ” It is such re
marks as this that fill the female heart
with bitterness.
A Chicago boy of fourteen years re
cently ran away from home to become »
pirate king. He was captured by a.
policeman and returned to his parents.
He didn’t become that kind of a king,
but after a brief interview with his father
he was aching.
j j,. 1
Making it Binding,
“I am a lawyer's daughter, you know,.
George dear,” she said, after George had
proposed and had been accepted, “and
, you wouldn’t think it strange if I were
j to ask you to sign a little paper to the
effect that we are engaged, would you?”
George was too happy to think any
thing strange just then, and he signed
the paper with a trembling hand and *
bursting heart.
Then she laid her car ag - inst his mid
i die ve&t button and they were very hap
py-
“Tell me, darling,” said George after
• long delicious silence, “why did yo*
want me to sign that paper? Duyou nos
i repose implicit confidence in my love fd
you?”
“Ah yes,” she sighed with infinik
content, “indeed I do; but George, deal
I have been fooled so many tinitnu”-*
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An Ancient Chapter House Unearßre< r
A missing chapter-house, which was
buried during the great fire at Dublin is
the 13th century, has been discovered by
some workmen who were excavating un
derneath Christ chu ch cathedral. In the
chapter-house were beautifully carved
effigies, coins, tiles, and marvelous speci
mens of architecture. The discovery
was not devulgcd to the public until re
eently, and it has created quite a
tion. The lord mayor, the clergy
prominent officials and citizens have W
spected the excavated article