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CALHOUN WEEKLY TIMES.
BY D. B. FREEMAN.
CALHOUN TIMES
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U J. KIKEIt St SON,
J ’ ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
Will practice in all the Courts of the Cher*
okee Circuit; Supreme Court ol Georgia, and
the United States District Court at Atlanta,
Ga. Office: Sutheast corner of the Court
House, Calhoun, Ga.
attorneys at law,
CALHOUN, 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 Courts, at Atlanta.
J I>. TINSLEY, ~
Watch-Maker & Jeweler*
CALHOUN, GA.
All styles of Clocks, Watches and Jewelry
neatly repaired and warranted.
JjUFE WALDO THORNTON, D. D; S..
• DENTIST.
Office over Geo. W. Wells & Co.’s Agricul
tural Warehouse.
IITISS C. A. HUDGINS,
Milliner & Mantiia-Makcr,
Court House St., Calhoun,Ga.
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for ladies just received. Gutting and
making done to order.
j H. ARTHUR
DEALER IN
GENERAL MERCHANDISE,
RAILROAD STREET,
Calhoun , Ga.
/ T. GRAY,
Ml •
CALHOUN, GA.
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buggies and Wagons, bran new and warrant
ed. Repairing of all kinds done at short
notice.' Call and examine before buying
elsewhere.
DR. H. K. MAIN, M. D.,
PRACTICING PHYSICIAN,
Having permanently located in Calhoun,
offers his professional services to the pub
lic. Will attend all calls when not profeS ;
eionally engaged. Office at the Calhoun
Hotel.
J. W. MARSHALL,
RAILROAD ST., OLD STAND OF
A. W BALLEW.
ceps constantly on hand a superior stock of
family & Fancy Groceries,
klso a fine assortment of Saddles, Bridles,
staple Hardware, &c, to which especial at
tention is called. Everything in my line
told at prices that absolutely defy competi
tion.
kooks, Stationery and Jewelry.
IRWIN & CO.
i.irjrJr (Sign of the Dig Book & Watch.)
WE sup ly Blank Books, .School Books
and btoks of all kinds; also, pens,
inks, paper , and everything in in the line
Of
Stationery, at Atlanta Prices.
A good lot of JEWELRY always on hand.
Watch. Clock and Gun repairing done
Cheaply and warranted.
Country produce taken in exchange
for goods. IRWIN & CO.
BARBER SHOP !
By ESSEX CHOICE.
HAVING opened a Barbef- Shop between
the Calhoun Hotel and W. & A. Rail
road, 1 earnestly solicit the custom of the
public,pledging an honest endeavor to mer
it the good will of every one.
Single shave, 15ets.; hair-cutting, 25cts.;
shampooing, 25 eta. Shaving per month—
-2 shaves per week, SI.OO, hair-cutting and
shampooing included. Other prices low in
accordance. july2B tf.
Squire Wadlcy 1 Petition tor divorce in
vs. I Gordon Superior Court,
A nanda Wadley. J September term, 1875.
The defendant is hereby notified that the
above stated case will be tried at the Sep
tember term, 1875, of Gordon Superior
Court. HANKS & BIVINGS,
Plaintiff’s Attorneys.
MAUDE’S FORTUNES.
“Now papa,” Maude said,settling the
pillows comfortably at the invalid’s
back and head, “I will bring you the
paper,and you can have an hour of quiet
reading while I make a pudding. You
like pudding ?’
“Yes, dear; make plenty for me.”
There was but little anxiety in the
tone of Maude Ilannum’s question, but
the quick, cheerful reply banished the
shadow from her blue eyes; and kissing
her father tenderly, she went to the
next room, and was soon singing as she
stirred flour and beat eggs for the prom
ised pudding.
“I am 8o glad papa likes pudding,
for meat is so dear,” she thought; but
I will have a nice beefsteak when Mrs.
Morris pays me. Her dress is just love*
ly, now, that it is finished.”
For Maude was a dressmaker, and
her homo was a floor of three rooms in
a tenement, where she paid rent that
taxed her sorely, that her father might
have the pure air of a good neighbor
hood- Less to eat and lesa to wear
seemed preferable to a stifling court, or
narrow,crowded flat; and so the largest,
airiest room was the invalid’s while
Maude slept in the hall room adjoining
and made a kitchen of the back one.
She was about twenty-two, fair and
sweet, but not very pretty. In her ex
pression, womanly in its earnestness,
childlike in its perfect innocence, lay
the only real beauty of her face. Her
father, for three years a helpless cripple,
had been injured by fire, destroying his
store and stock of goods, had left him
beggared.
While she worked in the kitchen, a
servant belonging to the house brought
a long envelope, directed “John Ilan
num,” to the door.
“Will you hand this to papa, Janey ;
my hands are all covered with dough ?”
Maude said, and the girl passed on to
the larger room.
There was more than an hour’s work
to be done before Maude left her pud
ding to bake, and went into her father’s
room again.
“I must go with Mrs, Morris’ dress,”
she said, hastily, “for if she is out I
cannot get motley !”
“Maude!”
Her father’s voice was very tremu
lous, and as Maude looked at him she
saw the traces of deep agitation on his
face. Beforo she could speak he
said ;
“ Please stop, dear, at Dr. Warren’s,
and ask him to call as soon as he can.”
“ You are worse ? Where? How?”
she asked, quickly.
“lam no worse, dear, but I have
some business calling for immediate at
tention, a friend’s help.”
“ I will send for him, but—”
“ Well, dear ?”
“ Can’t I attend to it ?”
“No, dear. You do not dislike Dr.
Warren, Maude?”
A quick flash of color passed over the
girl’s face.
“ No, papa, but I—we are under ob
ligation now—and—”
“ Maudie, let the dress go for an
hotir. Sit beside me while I tell you a
story. Then, if you are unwilling for
Dr. Warren to help me, he shall not
come. Once upon a time, Maudie,
there was a man,who shall be nameless,
who was brought up in the hope of in
heriting a large fortune from an uncle.
He was a dreamy, studious lad, and
grew up a dreamy, impractical man.
When he was still young he married,
and his wife died one year later leaving
him a baby girl. Soon after the uncle,
from whom he expected the wealth in
the future, married, and went abroad,
ati old man with a young wife.
“ Not unmindful of the hopes he had
fostered, he gave his nephew five thou
sand dollars, which was invested in a
stationer’s stock, and a store opened.
But, a3 I have said, the man of whom I
speak, had no business talent. He earn
ed a livelihood, laying nothing by,mak
ing no provision for the future, but
Ctiretully cherishing his child. He
guarded her as if she would be heiress
to millions, having teachers in her own
home, servants for the work of a small
household, clothing fine and dainty.
She grew up gentle, loving, inexpressi
bly dear to her father till she was eigh
teen.
“Remember, Maudie,if this was mis
taken tenderness, only love dictated it
—only tiue, tender love.”
The tone was entreating, but Maude
replied by a loving kiss and a mute press
ure uf the thin white hand.
“She was eighteen, this carefully
cherished child, when the fire swept
away the store her father had bought
gradually in the years of prosperity,and
in his effort to save something the fath
er himself was hopelesnly crippled for
life. When he recovered from a long
delirious illness he expected to find his
child prostrated and helpless. Darling,
he found a woman, self-reliant, helpful,
cheerful, where the petted child had
beem Friends had helped us at first.
Anew humble home was provided, and
the daughter learning a trade. There
was little money in bank, very little,but
it kept away actual hunger until the
daughter could work at her new
trade.
“Maude, I can never tell how that
loving father suffered as his tender.pro
tecting love was changed to a Wondering
respect. Day by day the tender little
hands practiced the menial routine of
household work, washing, ironing, cook
ing, conquering ignorance by patient
perseverance, never faltering in their
task. The busy needle kept up the ex
penses of the small family, if the
dear, sweet face ever grew pale and
thin it never lost its cheerful courage.
Maudie, he was a proud man, this fath
er, but for bis child’s sake be conquer
ed his pride and wrote to the rich un-
CALHOUN, GA., WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 25, 1875.
cle who was the only father he ever
knew. He told him of his own cripple,
helpless state, of his daughter’s devo
tion, and he asked for a little oat of his
abundance, for his child’s sake. An
answer came from France, not from the
uncle but from his wife. Her husband,
she wrote, was sick, and she would not
allow him to be annoyed by begging
letters from poor relations. She had
not shown him the letter and would de
stroy any further communication.
“This hope destroyed,the father pro
posed to go to the hospital.”
“ Don’t, papa! don’t!” Maude
cried.
“ Well, dear, let the painful subject
pass. You preferred to work twice as
hard to keep me away from Such an in
stitution and, I yielded. But, Maude,
my story is not finished. Among the
friends who stood by the ruined,crippled
man, was a young physician, who had
been his friend when friends were nu
merous. It was his care that found the
new home, it was his professional skill
that soothed many hours of suffering.
Unwearied in his devotion he knew
there was no reward for him but the
prayers and gratitude of father and
child.
“ In the careless petted days of her
girlhood he admired the daughter, had
found her gentle and winsome, and had
thought of her more frequently than of
other women. But he was not a rich
man, young yet in his profession, and
would not take her from her home to a
poorer one, hoping in the future to win
money. But when trouble came, when
the gentle nature developed into such
noble womanhood, the love that had
been hidden became stronger,more open
in expression. He sought her for a
wife, and she gently but firmly refused
his offer. She would not burden her
lover with the support of a helpless
cripple. He pleaded eloquently, he
even enlisted her father on his side, but
the girl was firm. Maudie, darling,did
she love him ?”
“ Father, why do you speak of it
now ? It has been nearly a year since
it was finally settled, and Dr. Warren
is our good friend still.”
“ Not finally,Maudie There is more
of the story yet. But answer me truly,
darling. Did you love Herbert War
ren, and does he not still love you ? I
do not ask from an idle motive, Maude.
Last week when he was here, he gave
you a letter. Did he renew the suit
then ? ”
“ I never meant to tell you of it.”
Maude said, answering a certain solemn
earnestness in her father’s tone ; “but
in the letter he told me he had been ap
pointed visiting surgeon to one of the
city hospitals, and asked me to be his
wife again, thinking his increased salary
would remove my objection. But.papa,
1 cannot feel that it is right to burden
him with our support. So long as I
can work for you. You are mine. I
owe you years of devoted love, years of
tenderness. Can I ever repay the love
you gave me from the cradle. Do you
think I was too young to appreciate the
self-saerifioing devotion of those years,
when you were toiling for me. I could
give obedience and affection in those
childish days, but when the time came
that I conld prove my gratitude aod
love, it became a holy privilege to re
pay, in some measure, the care of years.
Do not urge me,father,to give to another
what is my dearest work.”
“ But, Mande, dearest, if the question
of money could be overcome; if your
father was no burden upon your hus
band, but could bring greater ease and
comfort into his life, would you then re
fuse him ?”
“ Papa, you distress me !”
“ Not willingly. Only one question.
Answer me truly, my daughter. Do
you love Herbert Warfen ? Can you
give him that confiding,perfect love that
is the only certain hope for married
happiness ?”
“ I do love him !”
That was all, but in the few faltering
words the father read only too plainly
the certainty he already suspected of
the heroic self-sacrifice Maude made
for his sake. For a moment there was a
deep silence, then taking Maude's hand
in his own, Mr. Hannum said :
“ The clouds are breaking, Maude.
You saw the servant give me a letter
this morning ?”
“ I thought it was from the land
lord.”
“It was from a lawyer, my uncle’s
lawyer. Take a deep breath, Maudie,
and don’t faint, for the days of toil are
over. You may wear finer dresses than
the one you made for Mrs. Morris ; you
may have diamonds if you will, servants
to do your work. Ye need no longer
eat pudding to save meat, or sew far in
to the night with the door closed that
I may not see the gas burning, and
may think you are asleep. For we are
rich Maudie. My uncle’s wife gets on
ly one-third of his property, and his
will liaves me one hundred thousand
dollars, his country seat and his city
house, and personal property. He died
three months ago, and his lawyers have
been seeking me for weeks. But,
Maude, somebody must do the out-door
bnsiness for me. Somebody must see
these lawyers. Somebody must prepare
our house for us, send away the tenant
and make it home. I want a son Maude.
Will you not give me one ?”
There was a stir in the ball. A voice
of shining insolence asked ;
“ Where does the dressmaker live in
this house ?”
A voice, stern, but manly, answered :
“Miss Ilannum lives upon this floor.”
And Maude, flushed and trembling,
opened the door, to confront Mrs. Mor
ris and Dr. Warren.
“ Dear me, girl,” the lady ?) said,
“ you said you would bring my dress
home this morning, and I want it be-
fore I leave the city this afternoon. I
suppose it is not done ?”
“ It is all ready for you to take home,”
Maude said.
“ Well, take it co the carriage.”
“ Allow me !” said Dr. Warren tak
ing the parcel from Maude’s hands.
“ You will have to wait for your
money until I return to the city,” Mrs.
Morris said, and was turning away,
when Mr. Hannttm’s voice arrested
her.
“ Madam,” he said with an elaborate
courtesy of tone that made it mockery,
“ allow my daughter to present to you
the last piece of dressmaking I trust
she will ever do. It will give you deep
pleasure, I am sure, to leafn that this
morning she became heiress to a fortune
that will raise her entirely above the
necessity of work in the future. I
have the honor to bid you good morn
ing.”
Mis. Morris disappeared suddenly,
and a moment later and Dr. Warren was
in the room pleading :
“ Maude 1 Maude ! give me the
power to protect you from such inso
lence ! ”
“ Y"es,” she answered, blushing deep
ly, half crying, half laughing. “ I an?
a*l yours now, if you will have me.”
“ Maude, do you mean it ? Mine ?”
“ Papa will tell you all about it. I
must run —Stop—notice—my pudding
is burning, and Mrs. Morris did not pay
me ! ”
She ran away, but before evening
there was a quiet wedding in the inva
lid’s room, for the gentleman insisted
that only a son could manage the new
ly-acquired foitune, and Maude alone
could provide that relation.
Giving a Brakeman a Lesson on
Style. —The first man was a railroad
brakeman, who had been celebrating
his grandfather’s birthday.
“You run on the cars, eh ?” asked
the court.
“Yes, sit.”
“And you belong to that class jf men
who open the door as the train stops at
Pontiac and yell out ’Upontyack ! at the
passengers ?”
The man was silent.
“It makes my bones boil when I think
of how I’ve been treated on these rail
roads.” continued his Honor. “The seats
are locked, the water-cooler empty, the
windows won’t stay up, and every few
minutes you open the door and cry out
‘Jawkun’ for Jackson or ‘KI-a-zoo’ for
Kalamazoo. I belive I’ll mark you for
six months.”
“Please, sir,” protested the prisoner.
“I must strike a blow at this great
evil somewhere, aud I might as well com
mence on you.”
“Please, sir, I was never here before,
and it’s my first drunk in four years.”
His Honor leaned back and chewed
the corner of a blotting-pad while he re
flected. Finally, he said :
“Well, I’ll let you go, though I’ll be
blamed for it. Now, sir, after this you
want to adopt a different style. When
the train approaches a station you want
to go through the car like a cat, smile
gently, and say in quiet tones : ‘Ladies
and gentlemen, this train is now on the
outskirts of the beautiful city of Ypsi
lanti, and such of you as desire to step
off will please make ready, and may
health and prosperity ever attend you.’
What an innovation that would be sir !
How the traveling public would rush for
your road ! Will you do this, Mr. Wel
lington ?”
The prisoner promised, and was air
lowed to go.— Detroit Free Press.
The Strenght of the C hurches
The information contained in the fol
lowing statistic is rare dnd valuab'e. It
shows the strenght of the Churches in
America and under the control of Amer
icans, for the year 1874 : The Protes
tant Episcopal Church has 3,040 cler
gymen, 2,750 parishes, and 273,554
communicants. The Roman Catholic
Church has 4,873 priests, 4,731 chur
ches, 1,902 chapels and stations, and
5,761,242 Cftholic population. The
Baptist Church has 943 associations,and
21,510 churches, 13,355 ordained minis
ters, and 1,761,171 members. The
Church of the United Brethren has 3,-
959 churches, 1,886 ministers, and 131,-
895 members. The Unsversalist Church
has 624 churches, 674 ministers, and
30,905 members. The Congregational
Church has 3,404 churches, 3,278 min
isters, and 330,391 members. The re
turns of the annual conference of the
Methodist Episcopal Church in the
United States show that there are now
in that church 10,854 traveling preach
ers, an increase of 283 over the last year
12.481 local preachers, an increase of
320; 18’728 Sunday schools, with 200,
484 teachers and 1,383,876 scholars.
The number of members is 1,553,522,
an increase over the last year of 99,494.
The church property is valued at 569,-
88,8152, an increase of nearly $13,060,-
000 over the value of property last year.
The contributions to the Missionary
Society .were $611,954, a decrease of
860,996.
“On, yes, gimme ten cents worth of
hair pins,” added up river farmer, as he
was about to leave a store, and, while
they were being handed down,.he con
tinued : “ It’s hair pins to-day and rib
bons to-morrow and a tooth brush next
day. The gals is always wanting some
flim-flam thing, and I shouldn’t be sur
prised if she’d some day get up and want
me to bring home one of them combs
with a brass back.”
A lazy falling fifty feet and
escaping with only a few i scratchses
a by-stander remarked that “he
was too slow to fall fast enough to hurt
himself.”
Preparations for Marketing the
Immense Peach Crop.
The prospect of a crop of eight or ten
millions of baskets of peaches from the
Delaware and Maryland peninsula has
stimulated the peach growers to find
markets for this vast product. It has
been settled that a fruit train will bo
dispatched every day over the Baltimore
and Ohio Railroad o the cities of the
West as far as Cincinnati, Indianapolis
and-Ohicago, Contracts have been made
for 1,150 cars for the shipment of the
fruit to New York City and Eastern
cities, and there is besides a likelihood
that the American Steamship Company
of Philadelphia will fit up tpeir vessels
with refrigerators for anew peach trade
with Liverpool. It is thought that 25,-
000 to 30,000 baskets of peaches may
be transported each trip on these vessels,
and that the venture will pay. Middle
town, Delaware, will be the great col
lecting and distributing point, where
an inmense cooling establishment has
been erected to secure favorable and
uniform temperature for temporary
storage of fruit awaiting transportation.
All the Chesapeake bay landings will also
be collecting points for the eastern shore
of Maryland for the bay and river stea
mers to Baltimore, by which hundreds
of crates and baskets of fruit will come
to this market for packing or distribu
tion. The energy of peach growers
in finding markets for their perishable
crop, uti’izing all the modern modes of
quick transportation to distant points,
will be of immense benefit to the section
they represent, which is no doubt the
greatest peach orchard of the world.
The fuirt is earlier and better than the
Jersey fruit, and therefore has more i
money in it. Heretofore the shipments
have always been large to New York
and Baltimore for consumption and can ]
ning, but there have never been before (
in the history of the trade such indica- .
tions.of an immense and widespread en
terprise and adequate remuneration as (
at present. —Baltimore Sun.
Heroic Act of a Clergyman.
North Mountain is a quiet hillside
resort on a branch road from Wilks
barre, Pa. Adjacent to the hotel are
mines and shafts. In anew one of the
latter which was being sunk the flow of
water at eighty feet was so plentiful as
to compel its temporary abandonment.
A few days ago the “ boss ” descended
the shaft to examine the condition.
He was lowered fifty feet when the sud
den slacking of the rope showed that
the captain must have fallen from the
basket. It was clear that he had been
overcome by the ga3, and, if he had not
been already killed by the fall, that he
would soon die from drowning or suffo
cation. The group of guests were of
of course horror stricken, and urged the
unfortunate boss’s gang—numbering
many men-to go to his rescue, but they
peremptorily refused to take the risk.
Their cowardice so disgusted the Rev.
Walter Q. Scott, late professor at Lafay
ette Collage, Easton, and present pas
tor of the Presbyterian Church, Tenth
and Arch streets. Philadelphia, that
he plunged into the bucket and insist
ed upon being quickly lowered to the
of scene peril. He was reluctantly let
down, and in a very short time signal
led to the alert and anxious hearts at
the windlass to hoist away.’ This was
done with a hearty will, and the added
aweight told them that the impulsive
fund dangerous exploit had not been
futile. On reaching the surface Mr.
Scott fainted from the great stress that
be had undergone, and his rescued bur
den was a wet. limp, senseless mass, Mr.
Scott said that the gaswas overpowering,
and that he was cautious to inhale as littl
as possible. He found the victim un
der water, and as he was a man weigh
ing about 200 pounds, it taxed his
strength to lug him into the bucket, and
when he had himself climed in and had
given the signal to the hoist, he was in
a stupor, and recollected no more until
he revived among his friends. He was
entirely recovored, and not being of a
nervons tamperament, he experienced
no unpleasant effects.” —Philadelphia
Times.
The Prize Ox Ode.
All hale ! thou mity annimal-a’l hale !
Yu are 4 thousands pounds, and am
purtv well perporshund, thou termenjous
nuggit! I wunder how big yu wos when
yuwos little, and if yur muther wud know
yu now that yu have grone so long, and
thick, and phat; or if yur father wud
recogniz in yu his off spring and his
kaff, thou elefanteen quodruped ! I wun
der if it hurts yu much to be so big, and
if yu grode it in a munth or so. I sup
pose wen yu wos yung they didn’t gin
yu skim milk, but all the kreem yu kud
stuff intu yur little inside, jest tu see
how big yud gro; and afterwords they
no dout fed you on otes, and ha, and sich
like. In all probability yu don’t no
yur enny bigger than a small kaff; for
if yu did yude brake down fenses, and
switch yur tale and rush aronnd, and
beller, and run over fokes, thou owful
beest !*O, what a lot ov mince pize yud
maik, and sassingers ! and yur tale,
which kan’t wa fur frum phorty pounds,
wud maik nigh unto a barri! of ox tale
soop ; and cudn’t a beep of stakes be
cut oph of you, which with Solt and
pepar, wudn’t be bad to taik. Thou
grate and glorious inseckt! But I must
klose, O, most prodijus reptile ! And
for my admirashum of yu, when yu bi,
ile rite a note unto ynr peddygree and
az I don’t expeckt to have ha*ff a dollar
agin tu spair for tu pa tu look at yu, I
will sa fairwel,and bring my howed to
a bend.
“WHAT did yo u hang that cat for
Isaac ?” asked the schoool uiarm. The
boy looked up, and, with a grave look,
nswered: “For mewtiuy, marm !”
John Todd's Reformation.
It not unfrequently happens that
when prayers, and entreaties, and shame,
suffering and degradation, have failed
to check a man in his down hill course,
some incident seemingly changes the
whole Current of his life. I have such
an incident in mind. You may know
my hero as John Todd. A few yet
living will know him by another name.
John Todd had sunk very low. Once
he had been gay, handsome and happy.
When he made Mary Somers his wife,
there was not a young man in our vil
lage whose prospects seemed brighter.
But the demon of drink seized him.
It was a gradual going dowrt. \Vife
and children were neglected ; true
friends were forsaken; the low and the
debased were his chosen companions,
and poverty and want fell Upon his ohee
happy household.
For months and years his friends
tided to save John Todd. They expos
tulated, they prayed, they begged, they
reasoned, but all to no avail; and at
length they gave it up.
One night, quivering and shaking,
with not a penny in his pocket, John
Todd entered his dilapidated home and
asked his wife for liquor. She told him
there was not a drop in the house. He
cursed her savagely, and then com
menced a search, professing to believe
that she had liquor hidden away some
where. At length away back on one
of the shelves of locker over the
fire place, he found a bottle,the contents
of which smelled like rum. As he
raised it to his lips, his wife, who
had been watching him, sprang forward
and dashed the bottle from his hand,
shivering it upon the hearth.
With a fierce oath John Todd smote
his wife to the floor, supine upon the
broken glass, and then staggered away
to his bed. He would not go out again
for he had no money.
On the following morning his oldest
child, a girl of twelve years, came to his
bedside.
“0, papa, do you know What you
did last night?” He had a dim recol*
lection, but made no reply.
“ You knocked Mama down and cut
her badly.”
“ Aye, child, she—she—”
“ She saved your life, papa That
was poison in the bottle you were bold
ing to your lips—a most dreadful pois
on!”
“ Poison, child ?”
“Yes, don’t you know what grand
ma sent over for mamma to kill bugs
with ? It Wa3 corrossive sublimate and
alchohol.”
John Todd sank back upon his pil
low, and did not get up until noon.
When he arose he was very weak and
tremulous. He dressed himself and
went out into the kitchen,where he saw
his wife standing by the fire place with
a napkin about her head. lie went to
her side and laid his hand upon her
shoulder. She turned and looked into
his face, but he did not speak* He
only kissed her, and then went out.
Only kissed her! what did it mean?
Mary Todd caught her hand over her
heart to crush back the sudden, surging
hope. It were sadness to hope now.
And Jet, with the impress of a kiss up
on her cheek, and with the memory of
the look that had occompanied it, she
sack upon her knees and wept and
prayed.
John Todd went away into the woods,
where he wandered UDtil nightfall, and
with the last gleam of the setting sun
he was upon his knees, his palsied
hands reverently folded, speaking a
vow to heaven that his home should
once more be happy if he colild make it
so.
Out of the darkness of desolation,
even in the midst of ruin, comes the an
gel of hope and promise to the stricken
home. Mary heard, and saw, and took
heart, and gave her smile and blessing
to the work.
That was twenty years ago. John
Todd has kept the faith from that day
to this. He is beloved, respected and
honored wherever he is known ; and a
happier woman than his wife is not to
be found anywhere.
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A Colored Martyr.
“Disturbing the peace,” said his ho n
or, as Samuel, colored, stood on the
line.
“Sturbing the peace, eh ?”
“Yes, sir; you are charged with
throwing a stone through a saloon win
dow.”
“ Frowing a stone, eh ?”
“Yes, sir; throwing a stone, then
running away.”
“ Runnin’ away, eb ?”
“ Yes, sir ; what have you got to say
for yourself?”
“ Dey say I frowed a stone, eh ?”
“ Yes, sir.”
“ And dat I runned away ?”
“ Yes, sir.”
“ And dat I was cotched ?”
“ Yes, sir.”
“ And dat I was fetched here ?”
“Yes, sir; do you plead guilty or
not guilty ?”
The prisoner buttoned up his coat,
shifted round to face the audience, and
then stretched out his arms and de
manded !
“ Wbar’s de man who sajed dat I
frowed a stone ?”
No answer.
“Whar’s de accuser ?”
Painful silence.
The accuser bad failed to put in an
appearance, and the prisoner was dis
charged. He left the court room with
a dignified step, and as a crowd assem
bled round him at the door he was heard
saying ;
“ ’Sposen I hadn't stood up dar and
made dem speeches ! Whar would Ibe
now ?”
VOL. VI.— ISO. 5.
The Story ol" an Arab.
Ihe story of a Cincinnati newsboy
who found a pocketbook containing orte
thousand dollars and returned it to the
owner with contents intact, reached
1 hiladelphia in good season, and was
productive of considcfdble of a sensatiori
among the street Alans. One boy wad
so affected by it that he straightway de
termined to see that Cincinnati boy, and
go him seventeen or eighteen better.
e , to °k ahother small boy into his con
fidence, and the test of probity of char
acter was carried into effect. Boy No. 3
dropped a well-padded pocketbook;
which, boy No. 1, following close be
hind, picked up.
Then with alook on his face tliat wonit}
have done honor to Benjamin Frank
lin, the honest little fellow walked up td
an old gcntleffiaq tfho was passing by,
extended the pocketbook, and with trem
bling vbi’ce exclaimed, “Take it sir. If,
is yours. You dropped it just now;
My mother and seven little brothers are
starving, but I cannot keep it, sir, for it
don’t belong to me.” The old gentle
man looked at the boy then pulled ou"
his spectacles and adjusted them for a
better sight, lie could not sufficiently
admire the wan visage of that little street
wanderer illuminated, as it was with a
glow of goodness and honest^.
He patted the Doy on the head, and
pulling out a five dollar bill from his
vest pocket, handed it to him, saying,
“I>oy you will grow to be a great mari.
Take this money for your starving
family, and always remember that “hon
estv is the best policy.” Then the old
gentleman skurried into thenearest la
ger beer saloon, and opened his pocket
book. Then he began to dance around
and call on heaven and earth to witness
that if ever he encountered that boy
again he would flay him alive An* he
continued to orate until a policeman was
called in to arrest him as a lunatic, and
the only excuse he could give for his
conduct was that a small boy had robbed
him of five dollars by giving him a
pocketbook stuffed with old paper.
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Three Utile Children Killed at
Once.
A remarkable incident occurred neat'
A iioqua, a few days ago in a family
whose namo my informant could not
remember. There were three kittle chil
dren, the oldest was five years, tWd
whom went to tho barn to find hens'
nests. r lhcy found one, and crawled to
it and one of them thrust his hand for
ward to get the eggs, when he quickly
withdrew it, saying the old heh had
bitten him. r J he other said he wasn’t
afraid, and thrust his hand forward,
when he too was bitten. Both then
screamed, whieh quickly brought their
mother to the spot, when it Was disCoV
ed that they had beeCn struck by a
rattlesnake coiled in tho nest. The
mother seized the little boys in her arms
and hastened to the house, where anew *
horror met her gaze. In her haste to
secure the boys at the barn she had set
down a boiler of hot water, into which
the babe had fallen. In thirty minutes
all her children were dead.— Dcs Moines
Cor. Chicago Tribune.
A Sad Blow. —A Vicksburger who
prides himself on his Choice language
was over in Louisiana the other day on
business, and stopping at a farm house
to get adritik of water, the womad re~
maiked that the crops stood in great
need of rain.
“Yes rain is the great desideratum,”
he replied, as he handed the tin dipper
back.
“ Mary ! Mary !” yelled the woman,
in loud tones.
A wbite-.-headed girl of sixteen catno
out of the back room in response to the
call, and the mother continued :
“Take a sqnar view of him, Mary !
He don t look as if he knew enongh to
plow cottoD, and yet he just got off a
word as long as from here to the mule
pen and back, and he may be boldin'
on to more !”
'I lie \ icksburger walked right away
from there.— Vicksburg Herald.
Sandy and His Steed.
In Scottlabd they have narrow open
ditches, 'jHiich they call sheep drains.
A man was riding a donkey ofle day s
cross a sheep pasture, but when the an
imal came to the sheep drain he would
not go over it. So the man rode back a
short distance, turning him around ap
plied the whip, thinking, of course that
the donkey, when going at the top of
speed, would jump the drain before he
knew it. But not so. When the donk
ey got to the drain he stopped all of a
sudpefi, and the man went over Mr Ned
dy’s head. No sooner had he touched
the ground than he got up, and looking
his beast straght in the face,said, “Ver
ra weel piched; blit hob are ye wing
to get ower yersel ?”
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“Josiiua,” said a Yankee mother
to her hopeful at breakfast, “what’s an
heir-apparent V* *
“There’s one on the butter, mother,”
replied the unfilial youngster. And thn
old lady “lit” upon him with the coffee
pot.
The politest gentleman we ever sa\v ;
was a rural friend of ours, who, on pas
sing a setting hen said Don’t rise
madam.
Ti is stated that within two years
worth of sheep have been kil
led by dogs in Kentucky.
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Sweets in adversity— A sugar houso
failure.
How ro become puffed up—swallow
a pint of yeast.