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NEWNAN, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, MARCH 1, 1887.
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Our lives are albums, written through
With good or ill, with false or true.
WHAT SHE SAID.
••Darlin?." said, and her white hand fell
As lightly as an angel's on my brow;
•*1-v. ill true to one I lore so well
A« 1 do you—and for the rvst,
Fond heart. believe me, when I toll you now.
You are the one that I love best!”
-for why? I could not tell yon if I tried.
So. f-md heart, be content with what I say—
I would not love another man—be satisfied.
And quiet Ail your fears and heart's unrest.
For all the time, forever and a day—
Yon are the one that I love best!"
—George Wflmot Harris.
after the act. I went over to speak to . entirely obliterate it. X finally made out
several persons of my acquaintance and that it had been a medallion, with a
when the bell rang went hack to my seat. | woman's head upon it in relief. The
THE MEDALLION.
Some thirty years ago I had a room in
n building which used to stand on a nar
row street not far from Washington
square. The building was one of the
kirs of Bohemia. My windows, which
fcachol almost to the floor, opened into
s sort of K-ilcony. This balcony stretched
along the entire rear of the house
Originally it had ls-en separated into as
many parts as there were rooms, but
gradually these partitions had been torn
stray, and the balcony became a general
thoroughfare by which wc went to each
other’s
wiwiov
Ups] it
One <
at niv '
rooms, always through the
s, as there were no doors opening
•ool autumn night there was a rap
rindow.i
My viritor was a newcomer, who was
Called Mr. Horry by every body. lie was
S hanibomo fellow, tall and slim, with
finely cut features and small hands. His
dark complexion, his deep brown eyes,
hi- blue black curly hair, proclaimed him
of southern blood, lie had n small
rjnivitely shaped black mustache, which
heightened the delicate and refined ap-
p ;.ranee of his face.
His teeth were ilazzlingly white, and
showed as he talked or laughed.
lie was rather reserved, I think, hut
the eoinriih nee of our needs that night
amused nil accidental sympathy between
us which afterward grew into a steadfast
friendship.
lie told me that ho was working in the
studio of a sculptor.
• I’ve only a dilettanti sort of a talent,
though,” he added, ‘‘but then I can
earn my living at it. And, besides, I
rather like to model Venuses, Phrynes
ami Dianas.”
lie told me that- his immediate family
were all dead; that he hail been brought
up in luxury, knew nil the old aristo
cratic people of the city, nnd that, as the
family estate melted away after his
father’s death, ho hail to cultivate his
one small talent to get bread. He told
this in the liveliest manner and dill not
seem at all affected by the recital of t.ho
downfall of the family fortunes. This
struck me as rather strange. I puzzled
over it from time to time, as our conver
cation lapsed. At last it flashed upon
me.
“I’ve
“You are in love!” I exclaimed
found you out!”
“Perhaps I am,” ho replied with one
of his happy smiles, which showed hi?
beautiful white teeth. And then he
started up.
“It is almost 2. It’s time to go to
bed.” He stretched out his hand and I
took it.
“What is really your name?” I asked
as he pressed my hand warmly.
“Ilarry CapreUL Good night!”
From this time he was often in my
room nnd I in his. It was strangely fur
nished, for a number of costly and beau
tiful curios presented a striking contrast
to the dingy furniture, which looked as if
it had passed through the hands of sev
oral owners. And there were several rich
and exquisite little things which lietrayed
the touch of a lady's hand, such as an
embroidered tobarco pouch, a leather
portfolio with finely worked initials and a
few other such things. On a little fable
stood an exquisite Sevres vase, and in it
there was always a fresh yellow rose.
One evening Harry rushed into my
room.
“Do you want to go to the theatre to
night to hear the new play?”
That was precisely what I did want to
do. but had thought it impossible Itecause
of the low state of my finances.
“Why do you ask such a question?" I
replied.
“Well, get ready. Some one has sent
me a couple of parquet seats.”
We were soon off. In one of the boxes
I recognized Miss Harpleigh, who hod
been pointed out to me the year before.
She resided in Washington, but usually
spent ]>art of the season in New York.
She was wonderfully beautiful, and
seemed to bo very gracious and charm-
ing.
1 watched her opera glasses follow the
rows of parquet seats back and forth.
She was evidently searching for some
one. Suddenly ns the glass jiointed
toward tlie sjKg where we sat it stopped
—••■he appeared to have found the person
she was searching for. I looked about
at Harry. His eyes were fixed on the
stage, it was impossible that she was
fazing at the burly broker on the other
side of me. I blushed, as an instant
fhi<h of vanity suggested the idea that I
vas the object of her attention. Soon I
saw her take a yellow rose from the
bouquet she carried anil slowly raise it to
«’ r bps. Involuntarily I thought of
Hum ’s vase, and turned toward hiln
qikstioningly.
He quickly raised his eyes toward the
pU.-ries and ineffectually tried to appear
as if he had noticed the questioning look
I gave him. But the lady still held the
S>a*s pointed toward us aud pressed the
yellow rose to her lips. I noticed the
gentleman standing back of her bend a
l^ifie forward and follow tbe line of her
'nsiou. A slight scowl spread over his
features. He evidently recognized the
Porsju she was looking at, and felt vin
dictive toward him. lie leaned further
forward and said something to the lady,
bne started, dropped the rose, and let tlie
glass foil j nto i ler She sat stiU a
moment, then shrugged her shoulders
slightly, and turned to talk with those
next her. She did not again look down
at the parquet.
After the curtain came'down for the
first time I spoke to Harry in an indifferent
" av ot Miss Harpleigh and the gentle-
m ? n w b° paid her so much attention. I
naked him if he knew who tlie man was?
' Yes! he said, with a fierce sort of
wenty. «.j know him; he is Walter
emek, and I should be sorry for the
v Oman who was attracted by him. He
ns once the betrothed of my sister.”
^“fod disinclined to say any more
xv ^ not ur S c him.
e had gone to the wndring room
Harry did not return and I saw no more
of him that evening. I felt strange and
uneasy, as his sudden departure was in
explicable.
When I reached home, I did not feel
like going to bed, and bo as usual sat
down to my writing. From time to time
I got up and walked heck and forth,
searching for the right word or expres
sion. Whenever I approached the win
dow I put my head out to sec if there
was a light in Harry’s room. Finally I
saw the gleam from his windows,
waited a few minutes, as he always came
into my room at night after he liad been
out, and hi . i‘: -.go departure from the
theatre re more certain that he
would 1 k* . .a onre. But when he did
not come, 1 concluded to go and find the
reason of it all. As I stood in front of
his window on the balcony, several
shadows moved across the curtain. There
was something so unusual in this that I
hesitated a moment, and then knocked,
lightly on the window pane. No one ap
peared to hear. There was the sound of
deep voices and heavy steps within,
rapped harder.
••Wait a minute!” called a strange
voice. Ami soon the curtain was drawn
anil the window raised.
Tlie sight which met my eyes made me
gasp for breath for a moment, the shock
was so strong.
Ilarry lay half undressed on the lied
pale, apparently unconscious, with closed
eyes and yellow li|>s. slightly opened. He
drew in his breath with a gasp. Ilis left
hand clutched at his heart, anil on his
shirt were great patches of dark red.
At the head of the bed stood a cab
driver and beside him the janitor of the
building, who had opened tlie window.
The room was dimly lighted by a single
lamp.
••In heaven’s name, what lias hap
pened?” I cried
From tlie reports I learned that the
coachman had been stopped in Fifth ave
nue about a half an hour before anil di
rected to drive up to a certain house door.
There tlie gentleman now lying on the
lied had come out. accompanied by two
men. One had wished to get into the
carriage with him. but had been refused.
The gentleman hail given the street and
numlier himself, but ill a very weak
voice, and ordered him to drive as care
fully as possible. When he stopped and
opened tlie carriage door the gent leman
was i i a dead faint. He had aroused the
janitor and together they carried him up
stairs to his room, laid him in the bed and
removed some of his clothes.
“Go at once for a doctor ♦•anti I will
wait here,” I said to them as soon as I
learned these facts.
I looked at Ilarry after they had gone,
and tears came to my eyes at sight of his
white, motionless face. I took his hand
in mine and began to stroke it gently.
After awhile he opened his eyes, and
looked at me in bewilderment, then he
smiled and weakly pressed my hand. I
could not utter a word. Ilarry tried
several times to R|ieak, but only succeeded
after several ineffectual efforts; and then
I could scarcely distinguish the words:
“Everything is all right—I have fixed
it.” lie closed his eyes; but after a mo
ment gasped:
“My coat!”
I handi-d it to him. He tried to put
his hands into the pockets, but his strength
gax-e out nnd he shook his head and smiled
again faintly. I searched the pockets and
took out several articles, among them a
small folding leather card case. He took
this up as I laid it on the bed near his
hand and reached it toward me.
“For you!” he murmured.
As I look it he smiled the same old,
hearty, tender smile.
As I spread his coat out on a chair a
yellow rose fell from a buttonholo. I
picked it up, a little startled, as I knew
Ilarry had not worn any flower the pre-
viius evening. When Ilarry noticed the
rose, he motioned me to give it to him.
He pressed it to his lips, and two great
tear drops rolled down his cheeks. His
arm fell down and he again sank into a
half unconscious state. His face twitched
as if with pain. Ilis loft hand lay across
his heart, and the fingers opened and
closed convulsively. Pretty soon he opened
his eyes again and stared with a look of
feverish longing at one corner of the room.
I followed his glance.
“Bring that,” he said, with an effort.
I went to the sjiot indicated. There,
upon a little table, lay a board of mod
crate size, in the middle of which was a
slight elevation, covered with a damp
cloth—apparently an incomplete piece of
modeling. Beside il lay a few simple
modeling tools.
I carried the board to the bedside.
“Do you mean this?” I asked.
Harry- nodded. He tried to raise him
self anil I lifted him up to a sitting posi
tion. After I had done this ho rested his
right hand, in which he still held the
rose, upon the cloth, and exerting all his
strength, pressed his fist down into the
yielding clay. I watched the soft earth
slowly creep out from beneath the cloth
edges under the pressure. As Harry no
ticed this he gave one strong push and
then fell lvu-k on the pillow. He did not
open his eyes again, nor did he speak,
lie drew a few deep struggling gasps
and then all was still.
I sat some minutes staring at his pallid
face and hardly dared to breathe.
I gavo a great sigh of relief when the
sound of footsteps on the stairs broke tbe
ipell by which I seemed bound. I opened
the door in answer to a light rap.
I am Dr. Van Horn,” stud an elderly
man, as he entered the room and walked
briskly up to the lied. With quick, dex
terous movements he cut away Harry’s
shirt and laid his hand upon his breast.
Then he beckoned to me to help him and
wo laid the body of my dead friend down
from the sitting position.
I have nothing to do but to certify to
the death of this person.” Slid the doctor
after he had arranged everything.
Did he say anything?”
Onlv a few words.”
Is suicide probable?”
No.”
Probably a duel! What do you
think?”
••That is possible.”
The doctor seated himself at a table,
took out paper and pencil and wrote
name. age. etc., ofmiy dead friend.
Then hq wrote further: “Cause of
death—paralysis of heart in consequence
of a stab or thrust. Suicide not probable.
More likely duel. Opponent unknown.”
Then lie left the room. I held the
lamp to Hght him down stairs, he thanked
me courteously and bade me good nigh t.
1 went back into the room. The im -
pulse to speak to Harry, to awaken him
was almost irresistible. I could not be
lieve that the beautiful, attractive smile
hail faded from his lips forever.
I took up the modeling board whiefr
lav beside him on tbe bed and removed
the cloth. I tried to make out what
shape the crushed mass had once had.
Harry had bean antirely too weak to
face was indistinguishable, but the hair
was almost uninjured. I also examined
the card case which Harry had given me,
but it contained only a few cards and a
receipt or two. as far as I could judge
from my hasty glance.
Again there was the noise of steps,
and the janitor entered, followed by a
gentleman.
“The doctor!”
I looked at them in astonishment.
“The doctor has been here already,” I
said.
“Doctor who?” I went directly to the
nearest surgeon and came back with him
myself.
Meanwhile the doctor went up to the
bed and convinced himself that his serv
ices came too late for aid.
I told them what had happened, and
handed the physician the paper the other
doctor had left.
“Ah, ah! Dr. Van Horn? The favorite
of New York ‘society’! How did he hap
pen to come here?”
“Who knows?” I said in reply.
‘ ‘Perhaps the man who gave him this
thrust sent to discover if it was mortal.
The janitor agreed to watch the rest of
the night and I went to bed.
About noon.the next day I was awak
ened by an officer summoning me to ap
pear before the coroner’s jury.
I told what had occurred under my ob
servation, but made no reference to the
medallion or the card rase out of respect
to Harry's evident wishes. The coach
man could not be found.
Dr. Van Horn testified that his servant
had given him directions, which had been
received from another servant. Who had
sent for the doctor could not be discov
ered, and there could be found no clew to
solving the mystery.
Two days later we buried Harry Ca-
prelli. A few distant relatives and a lit
tle group of fellow Bohemians followed
his body to the grave.
The next morning in The Times ap-
peaml the local note:
“Mr. Walter Herrick, who has been
missed at the Apollo club for the last few
days, is out again, though still compelled
to carry his arm in a sling. He slipped
on tlie steps of the club house a few
nights since and sprained his wrist
badly.”
Not far from this among the society
notes were the lines:
“Miss Helen Harpleigh, one of the
most charming of the ladies who enliven
the social season for a month or two each
year, has gone back to Washington and
will not return this season.
There were also a few lines devoted to
Harry’s death and burial.
I was firmly convinced that Miss Harp-
leigh's departure and Mr. Herrick’s indis
position were connected with Harry’s
death.
But I did not attempt to establish my
suspicion. I should have felt guilty in
doing so contrary to Harry’s wishes.
A few months later I happened to pick
up the card case, which had lain in a
drawer in my desk. A small picture fell
out of it. It had evidently been slipped
in behind the lining and had escaped my
notice. I saw at a glance that it was a
tiny photograph of Helen Harpleigh. As
I looked at it an idea struck me. I cov
ered the face with my hand, and then I
saw clearly that the hair was the same as
that on the crushed medallion.—John
Nitchie in New York News.
TRIBE8 OF LITTLE FOLKS.
The Three Most Notable Communities ef
Dwarfs in Africa.
A while ago Mr. Grenfell of the Congo
missions encountered on the Bosari river,
south of the Congo, the Batwa dwarfs
whom Stanley mentions in “The Dark
Continent,” though Stanley did not see
them. Grenfell says these little people
exist over a large extent of country, their
villages being scattered here and there
among other tribes. Wissman and Pogge
also met them a few years ago in their
journey to Nyangwe.
It was long supposed that tlie story of
Herodotus about the pigmies of Africa
was mythical, but within the past twenty
years abundant evidence lias accumulated
of the existence of a number of tribes of
curious little folks in equatorial Africa.
The chief among these tribes are the
Akka, whom Schweinfurth found north
west of Albert Nyassa: tlie Obongo, dis
covered by Du Chaillu in West Africa,
southeast of Gaboon, and the Batwa
south of Congo.
These little people range in height from
4 feet 2 inches to about 4 feet 8 inches.
They are intellectually as well as physic
ally inferior to the other tribes of Africa.
They are perhaps nearer the brute king
dom than any other human beings. The
Obongo, for instance, wear no semblance
of clothing; make no huts except to bend
over and fasten to the ground the tops of
three or four young trees, which they
cover with leaves: possess no arts except
the making of bows and arrows, and do
not till the soil. They live on the smaller
game of the forest, and on nuts and ber
ries. They regard the leopard, which
now and then makes a meal of one of
them, as their deadliest enemy. They
live only a few days or weeks in one
place, burying themselves in some other
part of the interminable woods as soon as
the nuts and other food supplies near
their camp begin to grow scarce.
When Schweinfurth first met the Akka
dwarfs he found himself surrounded by
xvhat he supposed was a crowd of impu
dent boys. There were several hundred
of them, and he soon found that they
were veritable dwarfs, and that their
tribe probably numbered se veral thousand
souls. One of these dwarfs was taken to
Italy a few years ago, was taught to
read, and excited much interest among
scientific men. There are other tribes of
dwarfs in Abyssinia and also in Somali
land.—New York Sun.
PERSONALITY.
Our personality inviolate.
So sacred, awful and mysterious,
Bound in tbe enigmatic boose of fate—
Who is there shall nnbar the door for us?
The mother holds her child close to her knee;
Alas: for the deceptive dream of speech.
For in the soul's dim fastnesses doth each
From each one dwell apart aa if a sea
Ran leagues between them • Naked and alone
We come into the world. Our sole appeal
Is our great father Time, with lips of stone—
God's one true prophet shall all things reveaL
—Joseph Dana Miller in Boston Transcript.
WHO FIRST DISCOVERED GOLD?
THE LAWS OF HABIT.
Why the Eyes Grow Tired.
People speak about their eyes being
tired, meaning that the retina or seeing
portion of the eye is fatigued, but such
is not the case, as the retina hardly ever
gets tired. The liitigue is in the inner
and other muscles attached to the eyeball
and the muscle of accommodation, which
surrounds the lens of the eye. When a
near object- is to be looked at this muscle
relaxes and allows the lens to thicken, in
creasing its refractive power. The inner
and outer muscles are used in covering
the eye on the object to be looked at. the
inner one living especially used when a
near object is looked at. It is in the
three muscles mentioned that the fatigue
is felt, anil relief is secured temporarily
by closing the eyes or gazing at far dis
tant objects. The usual indication of
strain is redness of the rim of the eyelid,
betokening a congested state of the inner
surface, accompanied with some pain.
Sometimes this weariness indicates the
need of glasses rightly adapted to the
person, and in other cases the true rem
edy is to massage the eye and its sur
roundings as far as may be with the hand
wet in cold water.—Herald of Health.
Drill and Its Effects—Habit
e Tl;
Von Kanke, the Historian.
AVlien Andrew D. White was a student
in Germany he attended the lectures of
Yon Ranke, the historian. In a recent
article Mr. White says of Ranke: “He
had a habit of brooming so absorbed in
his subject as to slip down in his chair,
holding his fnger up toward the ceiling,
and then, with his eyes fastened on the
tip of it, go mumbling through a kind of
rhapsody, which most of my German
fellow students confessed they could not
understand. It was a comical sight—
half a dozen students crowding around
his desk listening to the professor as
priests might listen to the sibyl on her
tripod, the other students being scattered
through the room in various stages of
discouragement.’’—New York Sun.
Whore tlie Edelweiss Grows.
Tlie Emperor William lias always re
gretted that he has never been able with
his own hands to pluck, an edelweiss. A
loyal Styrian now tells him that there is
a spot, probably the only spot in the
world accessible by carriage, where tilt
edelweiss grows. In a charming country
at the foot of tho Hochechwab mountain
lies the little town of Aflenz. whence by
a comfortable carriage road tlie traveler
can easily reach the spot where tlie finest
edelweiss in found in surprisingly large
quantities.—New York Tribune.
Serpent skin is coming into fashion as
a covering for books.
Ex-Empress Eugenie’s Life.
Tlie Empress Eugenie has indulged her
self in a little music since her arrival in
Naples—the first in nine years. Some of
the local Italian talent responded to her
appeal, and the tenor. Anton, sang a few
charming songsAin Spanish. To the em
press’ objection that they would be bet
ter accompanied by the guitar. Anton
took up that instrument and played him
self with a dash, characteristic of the
music which he interpreted. Barbieri
played one or two selections of Chopin on
the piano and then performed in a trio,
accompanied by violin and violoncello,
the Marquis Casafuerte and tlie Count
Caltabellotta playing respectively the
violin and ’cello. The empress, it seems,
is much afraid of earthquakes—having
made her entree on the stage of life in a
garden, under a tree, daring a similar
convulsion of nature.—Boston Budget.
Tbe Dally
tbe flywheel of Society.
Dr. Carpenter, from whose “Mental
Physiology” we have quoted, has so
prominently enforced the principle that
our organs grow to the way in which they
have been exercised, and dwelt upon its
consequences, that his book almost de
serves to be called a work of edification
on this account alone. We need make
no apology, then, for tracing a few of
these consequences ourselves:
“Habit a second nature! Habit is ten
times nature,” the Duke of Wellington
is said to have exclaimed; and the degree
to which this is true no one can probably
appreciate as well as one who in is a vet
eran soldier himself. The daily drill and
the years of discipline end by fashioning
a man completely over again, as to most
of the possibilities of his conduct. “There
is a story, which is credible enough,
though it may not be true, of a practical
joker, who, seeing a discharged veteran
carrying home his dinner, suddenly called
out, “Attention!” whereupon the man
instantly brought his hands down, and
lost his mutton and potatoes in the gutter.
Tlie drill had been thorough, and ite
effects had become embodied in the man’s
nervous structure.
Riderless cavalry horses, at many a
battle, have been seen to come together
and go through their customary evolu
tions at the sound of the bugle call.
Most trained domestic animals, dogs and
oxen and omnibus and car horses, seem
to be machines almost pure and simple,
undonbtingly, unhesitatingly doing from
minute to minute the duties they have
been taught, and giving no sign that the
possibility of an alternative even suggests
itself to their mind. Men grown old in
prison have asked to be readmitted after
being once set free. In a rtiilroad acci
dent to a traveling managerie in the
United States some time in 1884. a tiger,
whose cage had been broken open, is said
to hax-e emerged, but presently crept
back again, as if too much bewildered by
his new responsibilities, 60 that he was
without difficulty secured.
Habit is thus the enormous flywheel of
society, its most precious conservative
agent. It alone is what keeps us all
within the bounds of ordinance, and
saves the children of fortune from the
envious uprisings of the poor. It alone
prevents the hardest and most repulsive
walks of life from being deserted by
those brought up to tread therein. It
keeps the fisherman and the deck hqnd
at sea through the winter; it holds the
miner in his darkness, and nails the
countryman to his log cabin and his
lonely farm through all the months of
snow; it protects us from invasion by
the natives of the desert and the frozen
zone. It dooms us all to fight out the
battle of life upon the lines of our nurt
ure or our early choice, and to make the
best of a pursuit that disagrees, because
there is no other for which we are fitted,
and it is too late to begin again. It
keeps different social strata from mixing.
Already at the age of 25 you see the pro
fessional mannerism settling down on the
young commercial traveler, on the young
doctor, on the young minister, on the
young counselor at law. You see the
little lines at cleavage running through
the character; the tricks of thought, the
prejudices, the ways of the “shop” in a
word, from which the man can by and
by no more escape than his coat sleeve
can suddenly fall into a new set of folds.
On the whole, it is best he should not
escape. It is well for the world that in
most of us, by the age of 30. the char
acter has set like plaster, and will never
soften again.—William James in Popu
lar Science Monthlv.
A California Woman Give, tbe Credit to
John Denton.
The closing days of 1846 presented a
far different scene to the eyes of Mrs.
John M. Murphy, of San Jose, and sister
of Mrs. Lewis than the closing days of
1886. Then she was at Donner lake with
a party hemmed in by snow and
anxioasly waiting for the relief which
did not come for weeks afterward.
“It is a curious fact,’’shebegan, ‘‘that
the credit of the gold discovery was never
given to the man to whom it rightfully
belongs. It was discovered in the winter
of ’46 and ’47 in a cabin in which we
were at Donner lake, seated by a fire,
each busy with his or her own thoughts.
That awful time at Donner lake is as
firmly imbedded in my memory as if ham
mered there by hammers of iron. As I
said, we were seated around the fire
when John Denton, a gunsmith by trade,
while knocking off chips of the rocks on
which the wood was placed, saw some
thing shining. He examined it and pro
nounced it gold. He then knocked off
more chips from the rocks, and hunted in
tlie ashes for more of the shining parti
cles, until he had gathered a tablespoon
ful. He wrapped tho gold in a piece of
buckskin and put it in his pocket. When
the first relief party came he went out
with it, but died on the way, and the gold
was buried with him. When I saw my
father, Mr. Reed, I told him of the cir
cumstance, and, says he, ‘If John Den
ton says that that is gold, it is gold, for
he knows.’ My father intended to go
back to Donner lake to search for the
precious metal, but before he started
gold was discovered at Sutter’s fort,
hence he did not return to the lake. I
think that if a thorough search is made
gold can be found at the present day at
the lake or near it. Not much gold has
since been found there, because no regu
lar prospect has been made for it.
“I have been told that the rocks which
we used in the fireplace were washed
down to the lake from a mountain, in
which gold was, but this mountain was
probably many miles away from the
lake.
“When any one asks me about the dis
covery of gold, I say that John Denton
was the first discoverer of gold in Cali
fornia. ’ ’—Santa Cruz Sentinel.
Risks of the Ranch.
There is one subject for the considera
tion of tho many young men who wish
to embark in the cattle ’ business that is
but too seldom presented to them, and
which they never seem to think of them
selves, and that is the value of their in
dividual time. If a man is the possessor
of a small capital—say $5,000, he will
figure on realizing a certain per oent.,
which in meet cases, by the way, will
prove fictitious. But he doesn’t stop to
reflect that, since all of his time must be
given to make a success of the project, it
is only right that he should take into ac
count the actual value of his services at
home. For example, $5,000 at 20 per
cent, is $1,000. Now, it is an open ques
tion if a salary just as large as this
amount cannot be earned by the average
man who gives the same devotion to his
work as that necessitated by successful
stock raising. If so, tlie $5,000 still re
mains to him to place in some perfectly
safe investment at 6 per cent, yielding
$300 annually. Of course the ranch fever
has somewhat abated, but I think the
suggestion still holds good as one of vital
importance to all who would “Go West.”
—Globe-Democrat.
A Clock That Beats AH Others.
Another great clock has been added to
the lsorological wonders of the world—a
piece of mechanism that will vie with the
elaborate marvel of Strasburg cathedral,
and put the processional curiosity of
Berne Tower into the shade. The latest
effort of the renowned Christian Martin,
of Yillingen, in the Black Forest, is said,
in its way, to surpass anything of the
kind yet attempted. It is three and one-
half metres high, two and three-quarters
broad, and shows the seconds, minutes,
quarter hours, hours, days, weeks,
months, the four seasons, the years and
leap years until the last sound of the year
09,999 of the Christian era.
Moreover, it tells on its face the cor
rect time for various latitudes, together
with the phases of the moon and a variety
of useful information generally confined
to the pages of an almanac.
It also contains a vast number of work
ing figures representing the life of man
the creed of Christendom and tlie ancient
Pagan and Teutonic mythologies. Sixty
separaty and individualized statuettes
strike the sixty minutes. Death is rep
resented as in Holbein's famous dance, in
the form of a skeleton. In another part
appear the twelve apostles, the seven
ages of man, modeled after the descrip
tion of Shakespeare, the four seasons, the
twelve signs of the Zodiac, and so on.
During the night time a watchman sal
lies forth and blows the hour upon the
horn: while at sunrise chanticleer ap
pears and crows lustily. The cuckoo
also calls, hut only once a year—on the
first day in spring. Besides these figures
there is a whole series of movable figures
in enamel, exhibiting in succession the
seven lines of creation and the fourteen
stations of the cross. At a certain hour
a little sacristan rings a hell in the spire
and kneels down anil folds his hands as
if in prayer; and. above all, the musical
works are said to have a sweet and de
licious, flutelike tone.—St. Janies’
Gazette.
“Hungry Joes” of Society.
I wish somebody who couki would tell
me what special fascination there is in a
meager lunch, with tea or coffee, for jieo-
ple who spend hundreds of dollars a week
to run their home tables; that even the
wealthiest anil best folks in society will
pull and push and almost tear each
other’s clothes off to get a cup of poor
tea, or a thin ham sandwich, or a half
dozen raw oysters—sacrificing breeding
self respect and all the usual courtesies
due from one individual to another on
such occasions for this modicum of re
freshment? It may seem ridiculous, hut
it is nevertheless true, that some ladies
have fasted for forty-eight hours to get
their appetites in trim for an afternoon
tea or an evening entertainment where
they expected a particularly good table.
And when tlie evening came these
ladies were not alone with their unwhet
ted appetites. There were others there,
too, crushing to the front themselves, or
sending their male friends to jostle and
jolt and struggle with each other for the
coveted edibles. Sitting on stairways
anil clustered in hallways, belles and mat
rons who would scorn such an indignity
in the privacy of their own houses, sip
their tea or surround the slippery oyster
and seem perfectly content. See the sac
rifices made for this little free lunch.
Ladies forgetting their maimers and gen
tlemen wrecking their nerves and putting
themselves into perspiration besides mak
ing positive vulgarians of themselves, for
a plateful or a cupful of refreshment that
might be had at any restaurant for 15
cents or at tlie utmost 25.—Cor. Globe-
Democrat.
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Forms of the Bank Bill.
Tlie American bank bill has followed
the form of the American letter envelope.
For paper money, if paper money must
be used, it is the most convenient possi
ble. But there is a prejudice against
that form in Europe. The notes of the
Bank of England and the Bank of France
are scarcely less in size than an old fash
ioned blanker newspaper sheet. A draft
given by an English or French bank is
still larger. Your tailor in Paris gives
you a receipt that, after several times
folding, you manage to cram it into your
pocket book. A queer idea of business
attaches to these huge pieces of paper.
They will tell you that 6mall drafts, bank
bills and receipts do not look business
like—that is to say whether there is busi
ness or not, it is desirable to make a show
of it—San Francisco Chronicle.
Wrinkles in the Face.
While wrinkles result from the natural
working of the system, they may also
be caused by a'perverted condition of the
system, as are pimples, blotches and boils.
Now the human face—unlike that of
brutes—was meant to be tlie “mirror of
the mind,” the visible expression of every
passion, emotion and inmost feeling.
Herein is its chief beauty. Hence its nu
merous muscles and nerves, whereby it is
so wonderfully adjusted to this end. But
muscles in constant or frequent exercise
increase in volume, strength and readi
ness of action.
Hence habits of thought and feeling
become stamped on the face, and we read
so easily the character of the proud, the
vain, th.e deceitful and the sensual man,
or of the kind, the calm, the energetic,
the frank, the candid and the honest
man.
But there is nothing like care and
worriment to plow furrows in the fore
head, and these are badly marring the
faces of our American women. We pass
in the streets women of 35 whose fore
heads are more wrinkled than the brow
should be at 70. Some of these may
not have more cares than others, but
they unnecessarily yield to the tendency
to express them in the face.—Youth's
Companion.
Heredity and Environment.
Tlie effect of heredity and environment
on character and conduct should be care
fully studied by those who aspire to the
work of philanthropists. It will be de
pressing at first; it will make humanity
seem like clay in the hands of inexorable
and remorseless forces: but it will save
an immense waste of time and effort and
means, and, by and by, the depression
will change to hope, as it is seen that the
same law that necessitates degenerations
under certain conditions, under others
works regenerations.—Amory H. Brad
ford in Andover Review.
The Public Library.
Fiction stalks about and talks to every
one, pushing history and the Muses aside
at pleasure. Notice what the people at
Cincinnati read at the public library:
Theology, 117 volumes: philosophy and
education. 267 volumes; biography, 563
volumes: history, 995 volumes, geog
raphy and travel 479 volumes; politics
and commerce, 210 volumes: science and
art, 762; poetry and drama. 864: fiction,
13,000; polygraphy, 535.—Christian at
Work.
A man wedded to his own ideas is a
pretty difficult chap to divorce.—Shoe
and Leather Reporter.
To Drink or Not to Drink.
“Yes,” says Jenkins, “I am one of those
fellows that can drink or let it alone.
When I am where it is I can drink; when
I am where it is not I can let it alone.”
—Detroit Free Press.
Treatment of a “Stye.”
There is a row of small glands, which
discharge an oily material for lubricating
purposes along tho edge of each eyelid.
Whenever the outlet of one of these
glands becomes closed, inflammation be
gins and a “stye” is the result. These
are troublesome, sometimes painful.
When a “stye” begins to form, shown
by swelling and redness of a point on the
edge of the lid, applications of cloths
wrung out of water as hot as can lie
borne often rapidly stop tho progress of
the inflammation, probably by freeing
the outlet of the gland. When matter
forms, shown by the appearance of a
yellow point, it should be opened at once.
Sometimes a small cyst or sac, filled with
fluid, forms in the substance of the carti
lage of one of the lids. There may be
more than one, forming Httle liard
nodules, which are unsightly. Whenever
inflammation occurs in them matter
(pus) is formed, and there is much pain.
Whenever they form they should be cut
into and their contents removed. The
sac that lines the cyst should be taken
away at the same time, to prevent re
newal of the trouble by its refilling.—
Globe-Democrat.
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National Tunes in France.
Gen. Boulanger has supplied the bands
of the French army with a complete
coUection of the national music of all
countries. When the emperor of Brazil
visited Paris some years ago considerable
difficult}- was experienced in hunting up
the national anthem of Brazil, and it
is to guard qgainst similar trouble that
the great war minister lias armed the
buglers with the material in question.
Die list, of course, is long. It includes
the war song of the Japanese, the “Ode
to Kosciusco,” the favorite song of the
Poles, and the “March of Rakocsy,”
which has so often roused the enthu
siasm of Hungarian poets and patriots.
“Hail Columbia” Is there, too. So is
“God Save tlie Queen.” which is said to
be a French air. originally composed in
honor of Louis XIV, and in time stolen,
captured or borrowed by Handel, who
presented it to George I of England.
And. by the way, it i; a sort of semi
official time in this country, too, and Is
called “America.”—New York Sun.
Devoutly to He Winlieil.
“I firmly believe that a way of ridding
the lungs of the tubercular bacilli of con
sumption will yet be discovered,” said a
well known medical man recently. “That
there is an agenev through which this
may be accomplished I liave not the least
doubt. How or when this will be discov
ered no one knows, but many minds are
actively yet secretly at work on the sub
ject My impression, however, is that it
will be an accident tliat will reveal the
method to successfully combat and over
come the consumption seed. Nine-tenth3
of the human race have inert, if not
active, consumption, and when a success
ful counteractant is discovered I predict
that the average life of man will be in
creased 15 per cent”—Chicago Herald.
El Shifaa (The Cure) is the title of the
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their relation to the virtue and vice of the
people; concerning the causes of pauper
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