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Tft J. KIKER & SON,
attorneys at law,
Will practice in all the Courts of the Cher
okee Circuit; Supreme Court, ot Georgia, and
the United States District Court at Atlanta,
Ga. Office: Suthcast corner of the Court
House, Calhoun, Ga.
attorneys at law,
0 ALIIOUN, GA
Will practice in all the Superior Courts of
of Cherokee Georgia, the Supreme Court of
the State and the United States District and
Circuit ourts, at Atlanta.
JJANKIN & NEEL,
attorneys at law,
CALHOUN, GA,
Office : Court House Street.
J D. TINSLEY,
Watch-Maker & Jeweler,
CALOUN ; GA .
All styles of Clocks, Watches and Jewelry
neatly repaired and warranted.
TJUFITwALDO THORNTON, D. D. sT.
DENTIST.
Office over Geo. W. Wells & Co.’s Agricul
tural Warehouse.
| ISS C. A. HUDGINS,
lilliner & Mantua-Maker,
Court House St., Callioun^Oa.
Patterns of the latest styles and fashion
ladies just received. Gutting and
done to order.
MUSIC! MUSIC!
A large variety of new and select music
direct from Philadelphia kept constantly on
hand and for sale by Mrs. J. E. Parrott.—
•She also gives notice that she will instruct
in music at her residence. Terms, per month,
$4.00; use of instrument, 50 ennts. Recep
tion days, Tuesdays and Thursdays.
ZT GRAY,
• CALHOUN, GA„
Is prepared to furnish the public with
Buggies and Wagons, bran new and warrant
ed. Repairing of all kinds done at short
notice. Would call attention to the cele
rated “Fish Brothers’ Wagon which he fur
nUhes. Call and examine before buying
elsewhere.
NEW GROCERY STORE.
J. W. Marshall,
RAILROAD ST., OLD STAND OF
A. W. BALLEW.
FRESH GOODS, BOUGHT FOR
CASH, AND WILL BE SOLD
FOR CASH AT THE VERY
LOWEST PRICES.
Would respectfully ask his numerous
friends in Gordon county to come in and
see him before making purchases elsewhere.
I TROPOSE TO OPEN ON
Monday, January 10th, 1875,
CALHOUN MALE ANI> FEMALE
HIGH SCHOOL.
Assisted by Mrs. M. E. FIELD, a known
find experienced instructress. Hie school
will be divided into three grades, the Pri
mary. Intermediate and Academic. The
PRIMARY DEPARTMENT
will embrace the following studies:
Holmes’ Speller and Readers, Nos. 1,
2,3 and 4, Maury’s Geography,
No. 1, Primary Arithmetic and
Practical Lessons in Penmanship, S2OOO
INTERMEDIATE.
Englisn Grammar, Geography, Mau
ry’s Intermdiate Arithmetic,
First Lessons in English Compo
sition, Pennmanship, and Algebra
through Simple Equations, with
Heading, Elocution and Spelling, S3O 00
ACADEMIC.
Philosophy. Natural and Moral Chem
istry, Rhetoric, Algebra, Geome
try, and such studies as are usu
ally taught in high schools w T ith
Latin, Greek and French S4O 00
Fine Arts and instrumental Music at Pro
essor’s charges.
1 ri*e scholastic year will he divided into
*wo terns of 24 and 16 weeks each.
TUITION FEES.
Primary Department, Ist term sl2 00
Intermediate “ “ “ 18 00
Academic “ “ “ 24 00
Incidental expenses per term 1 00
I'uition paid quarterly in advance.
It is desired that patrons send in prorapt
*y the first week, that all may be present at
‘ formation cl classes. We earnestly so-
Lcit the patronoge of the vicinity and coun
'L and hope by arduous effort to merit your
°cutinued support.
W, C. HOLMES, A. M, Principal.
Mbs. M. V: FlELD'Assistant.
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Call)oiin tUcckln ®itnes.
YOL. Y.
“ 00 THEY HISS ME AT HOME .”
Do they Vniss me at home—do they miss me?
’Twould be an assurance most dear
To know that my name was forgotten,
As though 1 had never been there.
To know that the tailor and landlord,
And the banks where n.y paper is due,
And hosts Whom I now cannot mention,
Had banished me quite from their view.
Do they miss me at home—do they miss me ?
When the market for money is tight,
And collectors in haste are pursuing
Their debtors, by day and by night ?
Do the friends who once loaned me a “fifty,”
And the others who loaned me a “ten,”
Heave a sigh of reget as they miss me,
And wish they could see me again ?
Do they miss me at home—do they miss tfle ?
When no longer I’m seen upon ’Change ?
And do those who were wont to assist me
Say, “ His conduct’s infernally strange?”
Does the Shyljck who loaned me hia money,
To bear me to regions unknown,
Look in vain for occasions to dun me*
And wish I again were at home?
But I know that my memory lingers
Around the dear places, as I roam ;
And while I’ve my wits and my creepers
They’ll miss me—they’ll miss me at home-
MANAGING A MA&.
Nellie Davies was the prettiest, sweet
est, best and dearest little girl in Hills
burg ; and when Tom Carter fell head-
in love with her, nobody
blamed him in the least. And when
the parson gave his blessing, and they
went to commence house keeping in a
cosy little house on the South side of
the town, everybody prophesied all sorts
of happiness for the pretty bride.
And, truth to tell, Nellie Carter was
very happy. It is a pleasant thing to
go into house-keeping for the first time,
with everything new and shiny; and if
you have somebody you love very much
for a companion, it is still pleasanter.—
Now, Nellie did love that great, big,
blundering Tom Carter with all her
might and main ; and there was only
one thing to disturb her perfect peace.
She was the very pink of tidiness, and
Tom Carter was the most careless fellow
alive.
He kept his person neat and nice—
but he kept his personal belongings any
thing else. Tom would persist in toss
ing his slippers under the parlor sofa,
to have them handy. In rain did she
gently suggest that the rack in*the hall
was the place for his hat and overcoat.
Tom would fling his overcoat, and mp or
dry, on her pretty, suiootlily-made bed,
and drop his hat anywhere.
In vain did tidy Nellie make a place
for everything, for Tom invariably toss
ed everything down in some other
place. Now, little Mrs. Nellie was only
human, and Tom’s slovenly ways annoy
ed her exceedingly. She was resolved
not to spoil the peace of their cosy
home by scolding ; but how to cure him
she could not tell.
She bore with him with the patience
of an angel, until one morning, after he
had gone to his office, she went into the
parlor, and there lay Tom’s heavy shawl
right across the table, ruthlessly crash
ing beneath it the pretty trifles which
lay upon the marble top.
“ I can’t stand this, and I
won’t!” said Nellie, as she carefully
raised the shawl from the delicate treas
ures, and discovered the ruins of a Bo<-
hemian vase.
“ I don’t know what to do, but this
I won’t have !” she continued, with the
little bit of wifely snap which every
good wife must have if she expects to
get on at all with that occasionally un
reasonable animal —man.
“ Some way must and shall be dis
covered to cure Tom of such perfor
mances as this !” went on Mrs. Nellie,
as she removed the ruins of her vase,
and all the morning she went about the
house with scarlet lips closely compress
ed and a little flash in her brown eyes,
which argued well for Master Tom’s
subjugation.
Woman’s wit, having a will, seldom
fails to find a way. And when a deter
mined little woman says “must” and
“ shall,” masculine insubordination
might as well surrender at once. Be
fore Mrs. Nellie had closed her bright
eyes that night she had arranged her
plans for the compaign against her
liege Lord, who slept the sleep of the
innocent at her side.
But she meant to give him ODe more
chance. So after breakfast when Tom
drew on his boots and gave his slippers
their usual toss under the sofa, she
gently said, “Tom, dear, hadn t you
better put your slippers in the passage
or the bed room ?”
“ No ; let me alone ; they’ll be handy
to-night,” said Tom.
But, Tom, dear, they look so unti
dy.
“ Why, no, they don’t. A thing
looks as well in one place as another. —
What’s the use of a man having a
heme, if he can’t keep things where he
wants to?” said rebellious Tom.
“ What’s the use of keeping a wife
and seivanfc on their feet all day to
pick up things after you ? ’ asked Nel
lie, without the least show of tern—
per.
“ Don’t pick ’em up at all. Just let
’em alone, and then I can find em when
I wan’t ’em,” declared Master Tom, as
he gave her a kiss, and took himself
off* , . J
And the moment the door closed on
him Nellie’s red lips compressed again,
and her brown eyes wore the same look
they had worn yesterday.
“ War it is, then !” she said to her
self. “ Now, Master Torn, we shall see
who wins the field.”
She set quietly about the usual morn
ing’s work of a mistress of a house
where only one servant is kept; and
when Tom came home to lunch every
thing was in its usual good order. It
remained so, and Nellie busied berse
with her needlework until nearly tunc
for Tom to return to dinner.
Then she rose, put away her work,
and prepared, as she said to herself, to
CALHOUN, GA., WEDNESDAY, MARCH 17. 1875.
“ open the campaign.”
First she put Tom’s slippers where
he always left them, under the sofa. —
Then she tossed his shawl upon the pi
ano, and his best hat on the table.—
Then she brought some of her dresses,
atid flung them across the chairs and
on the sofa. Her fu r s repose! in Tom’s
especial arm-chair, and her best bonnet
kept Tom’s slippers company under the
sofa, while her own slippers lay upon
the cheffonier.
And then, thinking that feminine
ingenuity could make no greater sacri
fice than her Sunday bonnet, she took
a piece of crochet work and sat down.
Presently the door opened, and in
walked Master Tom. He gave a low
whistle of surprise as be glanced at the
uqr onfeHYllsarder7 and at Nellie, sit
ting calmly in the midst with her cro
chet-work and then came into the
room.
“ Haven’t been putting things to
rights, Nellie ?” he asked.’
“No,no. Why ?” said Nellie look
ing up in sweet unconsciousness.
“ I thought may be you had been,
that’s all, remarked Tom, dryly, as he
looked for a place to sit down.
Nellie quietly pursued her work.
Presently Tom said, “ Paper come
this evening ?”
Not yet,” answered Nellie.
Tom gave a half sigh.
“Nellie, I-met Granger just now, and
he said he would call round this even
ing.”
“ Yery well. Probably he won’t
come before dinner. It will be ready
soon,” said Nellie, working away in de
mure innocence.
“ Hadn’t you better put things a lit
tle to rights before he comes ?” ask
ed Tom, glancing uneasily around the
room.
“ Oh, no. Just let 'em lie,” answer
ed Nellie, sweetly.
“ But they look so bad,” said Tom.
“ Oh, no, they don’t,” said Nellie, as
sweetly as before. “ A thing looks as
well in one place as another.”
Tom’s face reddened.
“I never saw your room look like this
before,” he said, hesitatingly. “ I
shouldn’t like to have any one step
in.”
“ Why not ?” said Nellie. “We
might as well keep things handy.—
“ ‘What’s the use of having a house if
you can’t keep things where you want
to V ”
Tom’s face got redder and redder.—
He tried to look serious, and then broke
into a laugh.
“ Oh, that’s your game, is it ?” he
said. “ Trying to heat me with my
own weapons are you, little woman ?”
“ Well, don’t you like the plan?”
said Nellie, demurely.
“No by George, I don’t!” said
Tom
“ Well, then, I’ll make a bargain
with you. As long as you will keep
your things in their places, I’ll do the
same with mine; and whenever you
don’t—”
“ Oh, I will ?” interrupted Tom
“ Come, Nellie, I’ll confess like a man
—you’ve beat me this time. Only just
put things right in this awful room, and
I’ll never throw anything down again.
There, now, let’s kiss and make it up,
as the children say.”
Nellie rose, and laughingly held up
her sweet mouth for the kiss of peace.
And then, under tbe magic influence
of her deft fingers, confusion was sud
denly banished ; and when Mr. Gran
ger came *ound to spend the evening,
he decided that nobody had a prettier
wife or a tidier home than his friend
Tom Carter.
Wise little Nellie having gained pos
session of the matrimonial field took
good care to keep it until Tom was
quite cured of his careless habits.—
Sometimes he seemed threatened with
relapse ; but Nellie, instead of scolding,
only had quietly to bring something of
her own and lay it beside whatever he
had tossed down, and it was sure to be
put away immediately, for Tom seldom
failed to take the hint.
And if some other little woman, as
tidy and wise as Nellie, takes a hint al
so, this story will have served its pur
pose.
The Fire That Old Nick Built.
We find in an exchange the follow
ing capital imitation of the style of
the “ House that Jack Built,” and
wish it might become a household fa
vorite :
Intemperance —This is the fire that
Old Nick built.
Moderate Drinking—This is the fuel
that feeds the fire that Old Nick built.
Rum Selling —This is the ax that
cuts the wood that feeds the fire that
Old Nick built.
Love of Money —This is the stone
that grinds the ax that cuts the wood
that feeds the fire that Old Nick built.
Public opinion—This is the sledge
with its face of steel that batters the
stone that grinds the ax that cuts the
wood that feeds the fire that Old Nick
built.
A Temperance Meeting—This is one
of the blows that we quietly deal to
fashion the sledge with its edge of steel
that batters the stone that grinds the ax
that cuts the wood that feeds the fire
that Old Nick built.
Temperance Pledge—This is the
smith that works with a will to give
force to the blow that we quietly deal
to fashion the sledge with its face of
steel that batters the stone that grinds
the ax that cuts the wood that feeds
the fire that Old Nick built.
Eternal Truth —This is the spirit so
gentle and still that nerves the smith
to work with a will to give force to the
blows that we quietly deal to fashion
the sledge with its face of steel that
batters the stone that grinds the ax that
cuts the wood-that feeds the fire that
Old Nick builG
A Family Albnnii
There is sort of a delirious joy ip
looking over a family album, especially
if it is a very old album with sprained
back, which occasionally and unexpect*
edly drops through your fingers, leav
ing a couple of cousins in one hand and
three aunts in the other and the bal
ance of the family under the chair.
The first picture is of an old gentle
man with an expression of weary cau
tiousness in his face as if he were en
gaged in dodging a wild bull and was
somewhat doubtful as to the result.
Opposite to him is the grandmother a
patient looking lady in a black dress,
with a book in one band and a pair of
spectacles in the other.
There is a feeble but well meaning
effort to look safe in her face.
On the next leaf is a middle aged
man looking as if he had been sudden
ly shot through the roof of a starch fac
tory, and had landed in the middle of a
strange country.
Opposite is the picture of his wife
who had heard a rumor of the catastro
phe, has made up her mind to be pre
pared for Ihe worst.
Then follow the children— little girls
looking so prim as to make you squirm,
and little boys with their eyes turned
on their noses, and with an express
ion on their faces of earthly solemni
ty-
Then follows the uncles taken in
their overcoats, with a spreading incli
nation in their clothes, hair and face as
if they were bound to get money’s
worth ; and aunts with warts on their
noses, and varnish in their hair, and
preposterous lace collars about their
necks.
Then there is the bashful young man
penned opposite an aggressive young la
dy, whom heaven and married women
have designed for each other.
There are also the pictures of cou
sin Alex and his wife, who stopped here
when on their tour, and no young man
looks at him without retiring and reg
istering a terrible vow never to get mar
ried.
Then there are two "ot three fine
looking corsairs of no paiticular identi
ty, and several broken spirited ladies
with babies in their arms —directly and
indirectly related to the owners of the
album ; and the exhibition closes.
Beautiful Figure.
Two painters were employed to fresco
the walls of a magnificent cathedral;
both stood on a rude scaffold construct
ed for the purpose, some eighty feet
from the floor. One of them was so
intent upon his work that he became
absorbed, and in admiration stood off
from the picture, gazing at it with de
light. Forgetting where he was, he
moved backward slowly, surveying crit
ically the work of his pencil, until he
had neared the end of the plank upon
which he stood. At this critical mo
ment his companion turned suddenly,
and, almost frozen w T ith horror, beheld
his imminent peril; another instant and
the enthusiast would be precipitated up
on the pavement beneath ; if he spoke
to him it was certain death —if he held
his peace death was equally sure. Sud
denly he regained his presence of mind,
and seizing a wet brush, flung it against
the wall, spattering the beautiful pic
ture with unslightly blotches of coloring.
The painter ’ flew forward, and turned
upon his friend with fierce imprecations;
but, startled at his ghastly face, he lis
tened to the recital of danger, looked
suddenly over the dread space below,
and with tears of gratitude blessed the
hand that saved him. So we some
times get absorbed in looking upon the
pictures of this world, and, in contem
plating them, step backward, uncon
scious of our peril, when the Almighty
dashes out the beautiful images, and we
spring forward to lament their destruc
tion —into the out stretched arms of
mercy, and are saved.
Hunting in Oregon. —Thedelights
of hunting in Oregon, described by an
old hand : “Going up the mountain side
I espied a big buek standing by a fir
tree; 1 leveled my old gun, which car
ries a half ounce ball; at the crack of
the gun, and as soon as the smoke clear
ed away, I saw my deer lying at the
root of a tree ; I ran to it and cut its
windpipe. As I was standing looking
at my deer kicking around, I saw honey
running out of the tree where my bul
let went in. I was in a big hurry to
find something to stick in the tree to
stop the honey from wasting. I grab
bed down to get something, and there
was a pheasant; I grabbed its head and
wrung it off and stuck its neck in the
tree and stopped the honey from wasting.
After I had my deer fixed up, I com
menced looking for rry phe&sant; when
I jerked its head off, its body went into
a band of quails, and killed ten of
them.
The Little Hero —Two little chil
dren still and stark on a snowy slope—
the girl wrapped round in the coat of
the boy, and both young faces fixed by
frost in the calm repose of death—was
the picture presented to the eyes of
wearied searchers near Mount Ayer,
lowa, the other day. This winter’s cold
has taken many a life, but none of the
unfortunates were found in so touching
an attitude as this. It was not in the
heat of conflict that the boy died;
there was no shrieking fife nor rattling
drum to stir his thickening blood, - nor
comrade’s eyes to mark his heroic fall;
nothing to rouse his young enthusiasm.
But the little coat folded carefully about
the girlish form, and his owd naked
breast, told of the quiet courage and
self-sacrifice with which he had met the
pitiless blast that blew as culd on him
as her.
The Old-Fashioned Nurse.
Did the washing, got the meals,
spanked the children, and was forever
making catnip tea for the baby. She
wore a cap, and either took snuff or
didn’t. If she did, the pale womau
propped up by pillows wondered if the
little brown specks on top of the gruel
were always nutmeg.
The old-fashioned nurse was a bit of
a tyrant. She insisted upon swathing
that baby like a mummy, trotting it
with its head on one side, or hanging
over front, or doubled back, to the tune
of an original funeral march. She
rubbed it into spasms, and then rubbed
it out. She carried it in one hand, to
the manifest danger of its very lean
neck. Every time it opened its mouth,
she poked a spoon in, and every time it
shut ts mouth she opened it with an
other. She stood guard at the door
while the frightened but delighted fath
er crept in to marvel at the little bunch
that squirmed upon the pillows She
acquainted him with the questionable
fact that it had his nose. She superin
tended the breakfast table in a loose
flannel gown and a “ scratch,” that
htfng over her left eye brow. She ad
vised the head of the house and order
ed round the oldest boy. She cut the
bread and marveled that the man ha'd
no appetite. She told him every morn
ing that the baby had kept her awake
all night, and that the gin was out. —
She made toast in slices three inches
thick, and scolded her patient for not
eating it. She worried mother and
brother into a fever, and then gave them
castor oil. She made herself nice little
dishes, and ate them in the pantry,
where she often took sly drops of some
thing. Her nose, what there was of it,
invariably grew red at tea time, and it
took her a good while to say pretty
things while she undressed the baby, to
the terror of its mother, for the old
fashioned nurse made no distinction be
tween its head and its heels, and some
times laid it beside its maternal parent
up-side down.
The old-fashioned nurse always put
on a silk dress every Sunday, and woe
to the youngster who smiled on that
day. Glad was the husband and fath
er, after the torture of meals was over,
to go “ Any where, out of the house,”
while the nurse entertained her patient
with stories of the men she knew, and
how dreadfully they treated their poor
wives, “ leaving them, and always pre
tending they wanted a breath of fresh
air—the wretches !”
When the old-fashioned nurse went
away she left high carnival behind her,
beside half a dozen empty gin bottles
—sickness required it—a large collec-’
tion of broken crockery, a pint of par
egoric, a diminished tea set, a fretful
baby, a disgusted head of the house, a
delighted headess, and several boys who
fired rockets in the best room in cele
bration of their emancipation from the
old-fashioned nurse.
Pay Attention.
Whatever you are about, pay atten
tion to it. Keep your mind on what
you are at. Think of what you are doing.
Close attention is very much a matter of
habit; and is a habit which shonld be
diligently cultivated.
Take, for instance, the habit of mind
in reading. One law student has a
general idea that he had seen a case re*
ported somewhere, in which he rather
believes a certain point arose—he is not
quite sure ot that—which was decided
one way or the other, he don’t remem
ber which! Another studentwho had the
same book in his hands the same leugth
of time, remembers what Report it was
in, the number of the volume, the name
of the case, the names of the counsel,
the points that came up, the views of
the different judges, if there was a con
flict of opinion upon them, and precisely
what the decision was. He even re
members the part of the book, the very
number of the page where it is to be
found. In his mind’s eye he can see
the lines, the words, the letters. He
has the habit of fixed attention, which
all students should strive to acquire.
The opposite extreme of loose reading
and listening is illustrated by some
amusing anecdotes. One is of a student
who said he had recently read in some
paper, he could not remember where it
was, of a man named Johnson—who had
raised a thousand barrels of potatoes to
the acre, he believed it was barrels ; it
might posibly have been bushels ; he
was sure it was potatoes, though it may
have been apples ; it seemed a good
deal for an acre, he might be mistaken
about that—really it was impossible, it
must have been more than an acre !
Another is of an old woman who said
she had learnt a sure way to tell wheth
er an egg was good or not ; she had
heard a great many before, but this was
certain, and it was so too : it
was just drop the egg into a pail ot wa
ter, and if was good it would —either
sink or swim she had forgotton which !
It is a very good practice after laying
a book down to take up a pen and see
how much you can write of what you
have read. After trying regularly for
a week you will be pleased to find how
much more you can remember than you
could at first. So rapidly does the hab
it of concentrating one’s mind grow with
cultivation.
Think of what you are doing and you
will remember what you have done.—
Cultivate the habit of keeping wide
awake, and of fixing your attention close
lj’ * .
“Where’s the molasses. Bill?”
said a red headed woman sharply to
her son, who had returned with an
empty jug. “ None in the city, moths
er. Everv grocery has a big black
board outside, with the letters chalked
on it, “ N. O. Molasses.”
Owed to
Sweet daughter of a rough and stormy
sire, hoar waiter's blooming child, de
lightful spring ! whose unshorn locks,
with leaves and swelling buds are crown
ed ; from the green inlands of eternal
youth, crowned with fresh blcoms and
everlasting shade, turn, hither turn thy
steps, oh thou, whose powerful voice
more sweet thiyi the softest touch of
Doric reed, or Lydian flute can sooth the
maddening wind ; and through the
stormy deep breath thine own tender
calm.
Oh, nymph, approach ! whi’e yet the
temperate sun, with bashful forehead
through the cold, moist air throws his
young maiden beams and with chaste
kisses woos the earth’s fair bosom ; while
the streaming veil of lucid clouds, with
kind and frequent shade, protects thy
modest blooms from his severer blaze.
Sweet is thy reign but short; the
red dog star will scorch thy tresses, and
the mower s scythe thy greens, the
flowrets all, remorseless shall destroy
Reluctantjshalijwe bid thee then farewell;
for Oh ! not all that autumn’s lap con
tains, nor summer’s ruddiest fruits can
aught for thee atone, fair spring ! whose
simplest promise more delights than all
their largest wealth, and “through the
heart each joy and new born hope with
softest influence breaths.
[That ought to bring her.]
To Make a Place Prosperous*
There can hardly be a greater sign of
prosperity in a community than a dis
position to help one auother—lift a lit
tle when a neighbor’s wheel gets stuck
iu the mud.
e know of a place where a man’s
baru, with all his winter’s stores of
grain and hay were consumed by fire
in the night. Immediately all the men
of the country side mustered and haul
ed up timber for anew barn, and then
a big raising came off. After that twen
ty more hammers were heard until the
whole was shingled and sided. But
their deeds of kindness was not jfetdone;
one after another offered to take a head
of his stock and winter them for him,
thus greatly reducing his loss and as
suring his heart of the more durable
riches of brotherly love and neighborly
good-will. No one can compute in
money the value of one such example
of noble liberality in a community, es
pecially in its influence on the young.
\\ here this spr it prevails there is
sure to be progress in a place, even if
all the improvements are in their infan
cy. I cople will settle in a place which
bears such a good name. Now, if you
desire to see your place growiug popu
lar, do what you can to show yourself
a good neighbor, especially to those who
need a little extra help.
A Hard Bed to Fill.
The junior editor of the Galatin—
is noted for his modesty. When school
boys, he and the wrioer, were insepara
ble companions, probably because we
both stood in such holy awe of “ the
gals.” A pair of mischevious black
eyes-would stampede us quicker than a
“big dog.” One day “ Bob ” was sent
to neighbor Shaw’s to inquire about
some straw for filling beds, and ot course
the writer went with him, Mr. Shaw
was the father of six hateful girls that
would rather laugh at a fellow than not,
and when we arrived they were all seat
ed at dinner. I dodged behind the
corner, while Bob edged carefully in at
the door and, with a scared look stam
mered :
“Mr Straw, can you let me have
enough Shaw to fill my bed ?”
“Well, R , said the old gentleman,
glancing around the circle of astonished
faces, “I suppose so. There are six be
sides the old woman. But I’d rather
you and leave her, if the girls will be
enough. lake them all, and God bless
you.”
I erfect shrieks of laughter went up
from those mean things, and R— took
to iiis heels, followed by the writer and
cries from the old man to come back
and he’d “ throw in the old woman
to°* t ort Wayne ( Ind .) Sentinel.
Silent Men.
Washington never made a speech. In
the zenith of his fame he once attempt
ed it, failed, ana gave it up confused
and abashed. In framing the Constitu
tion of the United States the labor was
almost wholly performed in committee
of the whole, of which George Wash
ington was the chairman ; he made but
two speeches duriug the convention, of
a very few words each. The convention,
however.acknowledged the master spirit,
and historians affirm that had it not
been for his personal popularity, and
the thirty words of his first speech pro
nouncing it the best that could be uni
ted upon, the Constitution would have
been rejected by the people. Thomas
Jefferson never made a speech. He
couldn tdo it. Nopoleon, whose exec
utive ability is almost without a paral
lel, said that his greatest difficulty was
in finding men of deeds rather than words.
W hen asked how he maintained his in
fluence over his superiors in age and
experience when commander in-chief
of an army in Italy he said, by reserve.
I he greatness of a man is not measured
by the length of his speeches and their
number.
♦ >
She threw a shawl over her head, r? n
down Sixth street two blocks, turned
it to E, and went one block, and as she
entered a house, she remarked: “Good
evening, Mrs. Smith; how’s all the
folks? Husband’s sick, baby complain
ing, John’s foot is no better, rent is duo,
and the coal is out, but I really felt as
if it was my duty to get out of the
house for a few minutes and inquire if
they’ve convicted Beecher yet.”
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NO. 38.
MISCELLANEA^
“ I don’t care a cent for fashion—
I’ve got to scratch my heel!” exclaim
ed a Detroit man as he puJled off his
boot in a street cat', recently.
Milwaukee is on the verge of
ulation. Her girls have resolved to die
old maids rather than marry any one
who can’t be happy without intoxica
ting drinks.
“ Don’t you know that its four de
grees below zero ?” asked a Milwaukee
girl, as she was cutter-riding with her
lover. 0 lie took the hint and put his
arm around her.
“ Now, then children” said a parish
school-mistress showing her children off
on examination day; who loves all
men ?” “ You, missus,” was the unex
pected reply.
Marble men now make small tomb
stones by the quantity, with tho epi
taph already cut: “ Didn’t know it
was loaded.” They leave a blank for
the name and age.
A wicked man in Davenport, being
on his death bed, wished to consult
some proper person regarding his future
state, and his friends sent a fire insu
ranee agent to him.
“ Prance out some more pancakes 1”
warned William McDuff, as he sat at a
table in Kansas city; and as the waiter
wouldn’t prance ’em, Mr. McDuff split
his ear with a bowie knife.
When a Mississippi wife writes a let*
ter to her absent husband and calls him
a “ perfect broot,” the bad orthography
is considered by him a fair off set for
the language indulged in.
Three hundred water pipes burst in
Cincinnati during the late cold snap,
and the people of that town are think
ing how much safer it is to carry a pint
bottle in the coat tail pocket.
The editor of tho Fort Scott Moni
tor wrote on a letter “ Here she goes/ 1
in place of a stamp ! The postmaster
very properly wrote under it, “ D—d if
she does,” and stuck the letter up for
the public to gaze at.
Petersham has produced an auction
eer who tells the tiuth. He recently
told a bidder : “ You’ve got a good
bargain on that sleigh you bid off for
$2.50. It is just as good for the hens
to roost on as one that cost $60.”
At a juvenile party one little fellow,
rejoicing in the splendor of his new
clothes, went up to another with the
triumphant remark : “ You ain’t dress
ed as well as I am.” “ Well,” retort
ed the other, “ I can lick you, any
how.”
While a couple of women were dis
cussing the other day, the merits of a
certain physician, one of them asked
the other what kind of a doctor he
was. . “ Sure, I dunDo,” was the reply,
“ but I thiuk it’s an alapaca doctor they
call him.”
A eoteinporary describing r. dance at
a country village in his neighborhood,
said : “ The gorgeous strings of glass
beads glistened on the heaving bosoms
of the village belles, like rubies resting
on the delicate surface of a warm ap
ple-dumpliug.”
A natural interpretation: Sunday
School teacher—What do you under
stand by “ suffering for righteousness’
sake ?” Boy (promptly) Practisin
hymns in the mornin’, teacher, and
Sunday School in the afternoon, and Bi
ble class in the evenin’.
A man meeting an acquaintance, ac
costed him thus : “Ah, Mike, who do
you think I have just been speaking to ?
Tour old friend Patrick; and faith he
has grown so thin I hardly knew him.
To be shure, you are thin and I am
thin, but he is thinner than both of us
put together.”
A red-haired lady, who Was ambi
tious of literary distinction, found but
a poor sale for her book. A gentleman,
in Bpeaking of her disappointment,
said : “ Her hair is red [read] if her
book is not.” An auditor, in attempt
ing to relate the joke elsewhere, said :
“ She has red hair if her book hasn’t.”
British parson and commercial trav
eler, in the cars, (conversation slow). —
Usual question, “ What line are you
in ?” etc. Parson answers with a faint
joke, that he is •* in the spiritual line.”
“ Ha, Ha,” says the other, “ blessed if
I didn’t think so. But, I say, what
a of a price you have got gin up
to.”
Jonathan and Paddy werre riding to*
get her one day when they came in
sight of an old gallows. This suggest
ed to the American the idea of being
witty at the expense of his Irish com
panion. “ You see that, I calculate,”
said he ; “ and now where wouid you
be if the gallows had its due ?” “ Ri
ding alone,” coolly replied Paddy,
A man and wife were discussing the
chances of the former having a second
wife, when the present “ rib ” remark
ed : “ Well, your second wife shan’t
have my clothes to put on airs with,
for every dud of them shall be burned
when I die.” “ W’nich leads me to ins
fer ” replied the cruel husband, with a
sardonic grin, “ that you probably in
tend taking them with you.”
A Detroit gentleman walking behind
two school children the other day heard
the boy inquire, “ Will you be at the
party to-night ?” “ 1 shall be there,”
answered the miss, “ but I may as well
toll you now that your love is hopeless..
Mamma is determined, father is set,
and it isn’t right for mo to encourage
your attention. I can be a sister tO’>
you, but nothing more. Therefore you
needn’t buy me any valentine or giv
me any more gum.”