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w * SARGE PLUNKETT. The Old Man Mourn# for the Wickedness of Chicago. A tlanta Constitution. Christmas is over, the weather is fine and the farmers are beginning to stir the ground for the next crop. That the farmer feeds the world is too well known to waste time stating the fact. So important he is, and yet he has less to do with forming or dictating the policy of the government than any other class of folks in all the world. The nigger is getting clear ahead of the farmer in political importance, and the heathen Chinee is gaining ground mighty fast. The farmer knows his importance and he fnnlci oli(tVifc hn+. if. is riA^rt to im ICCIO UtIV Ollgll %I*J) MV?? ?v aw ? _ possible to get them to profit by the knowledge of their importance or to resent their slights by united effort. As in politics, so it is in the matter of pitching their crops. They pay but little attention to each other in this and so lose benefits rightly their.own if they were to plant intelligently and act in concert. Right now one neighbor is nosing round to see if he can't slip in a big cotton crop unbeknowing to the other neighbor, while all of them know and preach the doctrine of "less acreage." Let 'em rip; I don't care, for next fall I will have a good time laughing when they are cursing the low prices. Anyhow, we-of the south should be thankful. I feel that we should when I read of the great distress in Chicago. But I am not surprised at anything that happens to Chicago. I have been there and a more uugodly place was never upon this earth. It was in this great city that I felt more than ever before in my life like exclaiming "God bless old Georgia! God bless the South 1" The immorality one sees there is enough to inspire the sentiment above. It is a city of foreigners. No America there. Everywhere and everything smacks of the foreigner. 1 would not give one aay of hearty greeting that is present always in Georgia for all the sociability that a life time would bring from these immoral, cold, business-bent foreignaired people of Chicago. The wonder . to me is that the Lord does not smite the whole State of Illinois, much less Chicago, for the sins of this great city. I have talked to men from London and they tell me that Chicago has more sin ? j? T?a? ID 0D6 uay man jjuuuuu m u And it is licensed immorality. A wicked city it is, but I am sorry for the women and little children who are suffering there, and I am sorry for any who may scorn the idea of the Lord punishing for such immorality as is to be met with in Chicago. I have heard that man's extremity was God's opportunity. I hope that Chicago will be bettered morally by her trouble. I told Brown this morning that I felt like calling upon all the world to pray for Chicago, but I know that I would be laughed at if I did. Anyhow my remarks to Brown caused him to remember a little story which I had for gotten, and iirown wants me to give it here as an Evidence of there being yet some efficacy in prayer. Brown's little story dates from Wcdowee, Randolph County, Ala. Wedowee, from an Indian village, came to be the County seat of Randolph when the County was organized. The little town?does not stand now where it was first intended that it should stand, and where it was first located. At first the town was on the banks of Wedowee creek, and there the Smiths, the Heflins and others started on the road to eminence. Beneath the shelter of a bush arbor, which was then fJiA />nnrt. hnnse. these men clashed their legal swords and made the wild woods resound. As an adjunct to this busharbor court house was the County's first jail?a poplar log. The jail was siihply a big poplar log lying upon the banks of Wedowec Creek. The prisoner was thrust into the hollow of this great log and a sliding door , at the end shut in. * # * * * * There had- been a bloody murder committed 'on the Tallapoosa river, one of the risers of the County." A coroner's inquest placed the crime upon a young man who had always borne a good character and who was the only support of a widowed mother. He was convicted by circumstantial evidence and the day was set for the hanging. The young man was innocent. He knew it and his mother knew it, and subsequent events proved it, but for a time the people were much stirred up and clamored for his execution, and so it was he had resigned himself to meet death as coolly as possible. The night before the hanging was to take place on Friday was a terrible night for that poor mother. All night she had walked the floor of her little cabin, wringing her hands and shuddering at the thought of the rope pressing her dear boy's throat. The rumble of wagons and the tread of horses could already be heard upon the road as the citizens were making - - ? rt 1. i their way to wcaowee vrcuK tu uc at the hanging. The mother gave way to despair as she heard these reminders. Tears gushed from her eyes and with hands clasped she fell beside the bed in the darkened room and there poured out Jjer soul in sorrowful prayer to God. "Oh, Lord," was her cry, "have mercy upon my poor, poor boy !" The wails of the poor mother at- . is tracted the passers-by, they dropped a ^ tear, some of them, but shook their ^ heads and muttered : "No h'ope, he j must pay the penalty," and went on their way to be at the hanging. "Oh, Lord, have mercy !" was the ^ w.iil nf t.hn mother. there all alone in the darkness. "Oh, Lord, have mercy and save - ro my boy!" and away from the south there came the sound of distant thunder. . "Oh, Lord, save my boy !" and the T thunder roared and the lightning . flashed. m "Oh, Lord, have mercy and save my innocent boy !" and a storm broke upon the little cabin and drowned out j?a the wails of the mother. #*** * As I have said, the jail was a big poplar log, which lay upon the banks ^ of Wedowee creek. It was here this son was confined with the extra pre- . caution of having a guard to watch. The terrible storm had raised the wa- ,, r.n tcr until the creek had bursted its banks, the guard had to flee for his ^ life and the log jail was swept away toward the Tallapossa river. ****** an gli The storm was over and streaks of sjj day were beginning to show in the rQ( east when gentle raps at the cabin je^ door called the mother from her place _a1 of kneeling beside the little bed. At mj the door she met her boy. He had made his escape from the hollow log j.R and stood before his mother in seem- ^ ing answer of her appeal to the Lord. ne Tfc i? xl_ _ _ i! * ueiore me joyiui meeting ui mvtucr and son had subsided the sheriff with ^ a great crowd was at the cabin to tell wa the news?to tell the dying confes- u^( sions of a bad man of the County who gn had been killed in the storm by a fallirig tree. This bad man had confessed CQ. to the crime for which the widow's son came near being hanged. ^a] Brown says he was saved by prayer ?a mother's prayer?but I have al- aii ways said he was saved by a flood, 'cj Any how, there is no harm in trying 8o to let us all pray for Chicago. toi But Christmas is over, the hard, old year of '93 is in the past and we tri hope for a kindlier year in the one that is upon us. I have turned over kn a new leaf in everything? wi I've done gone jined the 'liance, mi And Brown will pretty soon, n0 He Bays that we will "spoil a horn" p( Or else we'll "make a spoon." , T J ?4 I It S" 1 UOU I IkllUW UJUVJU OUVUl II TVk, But one thing I do know, wa We can't get in muoh wower fix sci Than we were in before. wa I tell tbe office hunters this, gC( Right pquare up to their face, When they begin on politics And of tbe coming race, ?n Tbey swear that we'll be worsted *1C But failed to t>how us bow in Tbe times are to get harder wr Than what it 1* right now. t0 I hope, and smile and tell 'em CO) Tbat in tbe bye and bye, The "bHyseed" and the workiDgman tir Will eat the "chicken pie." th< Sarge Plunkett. ~~ mc ' Tlge Ketrleretf the BomD ha ha "The hero of my story," he began, coi according to the St. Louit Republic, thi "and he was a hero of the first water, H< was-an Arkansas farmer who sailed H< * * 11-?' -! TLCM1 nrfl under tne nonoraoie name 01 miner. ?? Of course, you all know that in Ar th? kansas it is against the law of the an commonwealth to use dynamite in the wc public waters. Well, to hurry through di< the statement of the case, a lot of us us came to the conclusion that if we of wanted to make a big haul of fish it D< would be necessary to use a little force. Accordingly, dynamite bombs na were secured and we asked Miller to fu go up stream and throw the bombs in, ric while we, his guests, would gather at gli a ford a few rods down and secure the floating fish. Miller, accompanied by lit a highly educated water spaniel, went to V?r?*-* 1- nronornrl -fAr his nt- I W1 up VUU UUIilv auu pv^ruivv% AV? MV tack upon the denizens of the water. He hurled one missile, fuse attached, th into the stream. An instant later his "i dog was in the water, and in a moment he had the bomb in his mouth, swim- do for the shore. st "Drap it, Tige!" shouted the farm- el er, "Drap it, I say!" pa "But the dog would not obey. He w< swam wild}y forward and in twenty br seconds had landed. Miller started to wi run, the dog coming after him at a ca break-neck gait. Miller ran toward a! the fisherman below. They realized h< the situation in an instant, and leveling lis their guns warned the farmer to head I in another direction. The situation cl for all its seriousness, was the funni- S( est that I ever saw. Mille.i ran down o' the hill, yelling at the dog to go back, a' " 'Stop!' he yelled, 'Drapit, Tige. Go home!" but the dog only increased his efforts to reach his master's ^ side. 4,1 "But the end soon came. The fuse burned its length and then?Miller never recovered even the collar of poor r( Tige." b! II ai ? John Walters, who lives near d Catonsville, Md., is 66 years old, and \ is an expert shot. Notwithstanding T his advanced age, he takes great pleas- d ure in gunning. Recently he walked tl about twelve miles in pursuit of game, h and in the afternoon walked to Ca- c< tonsville and return, a distance of six- h teen miles, in one day, A Doctor's Waiting Boom. To the best of my recollection there an old saying, not in the least comirting to an outsider?the man on the nftfi?which assumes that "misery ves company." If there is any place here this axiomatic proverb finds a mplete and peculiar halo of glory tendant upon it, it is in the waiting om of a medical specialist; say, for i instance merely, that the waiting om of an oculist be taken as an exaple, or,- better, as an illustration. It was only a few days ago that (rile coming from Macon I succeeded getting a cinder firmly transplanted my eye. All of my efforts to get it it were unavailing. The rubbing id amateurish efforts to relieve the iin only made it the worse, and when stepped into the office of an oculist y injured eye was considerably lrrited and swollen, while the other is bloodshot and pained from what I terwards learned was "sympathy." Sitting in the room were two patients 10 had preceded me?a little girl and very old man. I was surprised at is, since.it was only 8 o'clock in the srning and I had thought to be the st patient. The old man had a large i cloth tied firmly across his mouth d wore a pair of large, dark blue isscs. When he became tired of ;ting down he hobbled about the Dm with the aid of crutches, as one I was gone. The little girl had ther short, curly, redrtinged hair, schievous brown eyes, a snub nose, saucy little mouth. A silk hand rchief tied carefully about her roat was the only indication of the cessity of her presence in this room affliction and malady. She was rdly more than ten years old. I ilked in, stood by the 6tove a mine, took a turn about the room and ally sat down in a chair near the tie girl; she was the preferable j mpany, I thought. She wasn't long making my acquaintice. "say," said she, "you're anew one, l't you ? Well, I thought you was, luse you looked like you felt kinder ( iry. I was scary w'en I first come, 1 but I've got over it." I told her that this was my first p. UT. Fx 1??1. T ' XL won li UU JUUI laot-j vauov jl ow how 'Doc' does," she continued 1 sely. "You've got somethin' the itter with your eye, ain't you?" I dded and told her I had. "Well, ; )c'll take you in an' look at you, an' ake his head like somethin' awful is the matter; but don't you get iry, 'cause they ain't. That's the ' iy he does. Then he'll take a mikyope and look in your eye and shake s head agin. Then he'll set down d commence to write out a prescrip>n for you, an' he'll get up an' look your eye agin. Then he'll finish iting the prescription and tell you 1 be mighty careful of yourself, to me back again to-morrow an' two ' nes'll cost you $6, and 40 cents for e prescription. "I been comin' here most three nnnr onfj T ilin'f. Wfill Vflfc. i d the dipferia and the doc says I ven't got over it yet; so you see it sts somethin' to be sick. Now, ere's that ol' fellow over there now. ;'s been comin' longer than me. i use ter come blindfolded, but he's :arin' glasses now, an' somethin's e matter with his bronchis tubes, d he ain't got but one leg. That's >rse. I don't know what I'd do if I' ' In't have but one leg. I guess he's e ter it. He always goes in ahead me, no matter how soOn I come. )c ain't come yet or he'd be inside." At this interesting portion of the ughty girl's conversation a lady in rs entered the room. She was :hly dressed and wore a pair of gold isses. "You see her?" whispered the tic girl. "She's rich folks. Doc Id mc it was a case of eyc-open'r th her." "Myopia," I suggested, timidly, and e naughty girl frowned and said, uaybe." "Well, anyway," she continued, "I n't like her. I kinder think she's uck on the doc, 'cause he's awful ever to her, an' he says she always lys spang-up all the time. I Duldn't be him," she suddenly anched off, as a middled-aged man ith a heavy bandage about his head me in the room. "He's only got >out a half a head, an' I don't think ; ever was much. I'd heap rather ive no voice at all than be like him. saw him with it off?I mean the oth, not his head," she commented sriously, (;an' he ain't good looking ic bit. His eyes twitch all the time, i' lie looks like he's scarry !" The door was opened quickly and as aickly closed. The new-comer was a jy about fifteen years old, in knee ousers. The naughty girl turned * a**Ti .11 _1 Oil T _ _1 ) !d. " >v no is tnc last one t auhkuu. That's a Sorter niec one," she iplied. "He's better than most oys, an' I reckon it's fcausc he's Iways got the earache. One time oc told me that he was a real hero, :ausc they let 'em cut his head open, 'here's another boy that conies that I 1?I*" TTn'o ff/*f n uii t um;. jiic o 5uv ?% vitvutuvvj liough," she added, reflectively, "an' e's the only one that's got one that omes here. I wish you could see itu." Ir the meantime patients hud been '4' ^ V -* coming in by twos and threes and the naughty little girl had to talk fast to keep up. "I've got a joke on that old woman in a green dress," continued she, most irreverentlv. for the ladvwasa mother ly looking soul. "Doc went to look down her throat and when she opened her mouth her false teeth dropped down her throat. She liked to choked to death, an' Doc was awful scary about her. She always takes her teeth out now. Do you have false teeth ?" she asked suddenly, allowing the conversation to drift into an extremely personal vein. "Mamma has, an' I guess I will too when I'm old enough." I might have been told a great deal more, but the "Doc," who happened to be a personal friend of mine, opened a side door and beckoned for me to come. When I went out a few minutes later the old man with one leg hobbled in, while the naughty girl glared at me in the most indignant style because I was called in ahead of her?and she a regular?in direct violation of the Doc's waiting room ethics.?Julian Harris, in Atlanta Constitution. Economy of Labor. In these days of close competition, combined with low prices of farm products generally, and the scarcity of money, it becomes necessary for every farmer to study closely and intelligently the best methods in the preparation of his soil for the next year's crop. Te begin with, it is to be presumed that every careful and progressive farmer has made every exertion possible to save as much manure as his means will allow, for the next season. For the purpose of illustration, we will assume that a farmer who runs a two-horse farm and cultivates fifty acres of land, and employs two hands, is ready to begins his operations for 1894. By the use of the proper tools, on a two-horse crop he will need one hand only until the 1st of May', or until he begins the cultivation of his crop. He should break all of his land that he expects to cultivate with a two-horse plow, turning at least six inches in depth during the months of January and February andMarch,and during this time, especially when the ground is frozen, the manure should be hauled out and put in convenient piles for use. One hand, with a twohorse team, can break the land and haul out the manure for a two-horse crop by the 1st of April. Then the same hand, with a two-horse team, can, by means of a Corbin disk harrow, thoroughly pulverize and prepare the land for planting. Then, by the use of a planter, which opens the furrow, drops the seed, and puts in the fertilizer, if any is to be used, the entire crop can be planted by one hand and two horses. By this plan you save the hire of * i * a l - iL _ T ........ one nana ior wie monum ui uauuuij, February, March and April. Then with the Planet, Jr., cultivators and horse hoes combined, he can work the entire crop without paying one cent for the hand hoeing. The old fashioned way of farming with imperfect tools and doing much of the work by hand that should be done by horse power, makes the crop cost so much that there is no profit left. The way to remedy this is by the means of improved machines in place of hired hands. When you begin to talk to some farmers about improved tools, they say, "I can't afford to buy these machines?I haven't got the moneyyet he can afford to pay a man fifty cents a day to hoe cotton or corn for him, when, with the aid of a horse-hoe and cultivator, he can plow and hoe his cotton and corn at one-half the expense.?YorJcville Enquirer. Soft Drinks fn Haverhill Temperance people in Haverhill, Mass., have determined to open what they call a "temperance saloon" in opposition to the saloons which make no claim to temperance. It is not to be a coffee house. In fact neither coffee nor any of the milder liquids are to be sold in the temperance saloon. Beer and wine will be the staple beverages of the temperance establishment. The temperance people will cut rates from the start, Everything will be sold at actual cost. Ueer will go at two cents for a schooner and one cent for a skiff. Perhaps the other saloons will meet these prices, but whether they do or not it is clear that if the stock of the temperance saloons holds out Haverhill is going to have a glorious time, and "not go home till morning." The mistake of the temperance saloon managers will be found to lie in the fact that they have refused to include whiskey in their bill of fare. There are but few Germans in Haverhill, and where a population is composed largely of Americans and Irishmen whiskey is the favored tipple in preference to either wine or beer. This fact will be recognized by the temperance saloon keeper before he has been long in the business, and he ?-11 mnnli Innnrnr ii? lnnriiinrr Will IJUl; uv; rnuuu ivufev? ... . that he must either sell whiskey or put up his shutters. People who arc ! in the habit of drinking whiskey cannot be induced to mix their drinks. The Haverhill experiment will be watched with as much interest as that of South Carolina. Governor Tillman, who has nothing but an American trade, declares that beer is the most unprofitable drink for temperance saloons to handle. Whiskey, he declares, is the only drink that will n?>v oYnnnsfis. The temperance peo X B ? pie of Haverhill should profit by the [Governor's experience.?St, Jjouis I Republic. ?fr???rf^a>wOM???a??fl The Counsel's Good-Bye Words. A prominent lawyer of the Lone Star State, who recently visited New Orleans, related to a reporter the following story of a murder trial in his Texas home : * The prisoner was on trial for his life. The evidence had all been heard. The State's attorney had just taken his seat after a most incisive statement of the evidence, wherein he demonstrated the utter failure of the prisoner's theory of self-defence. The counsel for the prisoner was a stranger, known only by reputation to the Judge and Bar, and that reputation was one of great ability, perfect integrity and a marvellous knack of "snatching verdicts" each time by oam a n atw iiimn /?a n n ^ ouuiu lien tuiii* -Lino ^auui;9 graceful, gray-haired man arose, seemingly without looking at the jury, though each man felt he was under the power of that wide-open eye. After bowing to the Judge and saying a few almost inaudible words of courtesy to his Honor, he turned to the prisoner and said: "You must die, John?die by hanging. It will be for no fault of yours, by no fault of the Judge, or of his jury, or of the good people of the country : neither will it be any fault rtf fTio 11txt TVio lom nf TVvna ia nil right, though you die innocent. The law, though its machinery may sometimes expose perjury, can't always prevent the false swearing of witnesses. Judge and juries have not the power, though they sometimes exercise the authority of Almighty God. They couldn't look into the souls of those perjured witnesses and see the malice, hate and private purpose that colored and twisted all the facts. We can't help it now. You must die as you have lived, like a brave man. I don't need to tell you that. The woman who bore you, three months before you saw the light of heaven, carried in her arms from one of the bloodiest fields of the late war the bleeding, senseless form of your father, while shot and shell still shrieked and the groans of the dying filled the air. And your father, whose maimed body we laid to rest last week was not matched in all this land. These trusted you, and their blood can betray no trust. The only message he sent you was, 'Tell him we believe in him.' We will lay you beside them. In a few days this old white head will be laid next to you. I'll not be ashamed to be buried soon ?/v? TaI^m Vnn or?n an lil*n UU?IUC )UUj U Uiill. xvu v./ kJV iaiw the other John that I see the visions of happy boyhood while gazing into the same true eyes?confused with these is the pride I have taken in my friend's boy. While we lay these bodies in the churchyard over the mountain we'll appeal this case. We'll try it all over again up yonder." Then, in a few of the boldest and grandest figures he sketched his idea of a trial in Heaven, where, as he said, "In that glorious presence the false witness is dumb and the inerrant Judge needs not the aid of counsel or jurors." Then he pictured the ea gcrness with which the mother ana the calm confidence with which the father awaits Heaven's verdict, the quick rush, the entrancing, soulsatif.fying embrace of both* at the worcls "Not guilty." Then, takingup both hands of the prisoner, he looked down in his face for a moment steadily, then, bending forward with mother-like tenderness, kissed him twice on the forehead, saying, in a whisper audible to all, "We can wait for that; so good-bye, John, my boy." Bowing respectfully to the Judge he took his seat, still holding one of the prisoner's hands. The district attorney, who through -- - - ? * til* , J all this sat withuhis DacK nau turneu to the speaker and to the jury nervously and excitedly chewing his toothpick and crossing and recrossing his legs, began a reply which quickly ended after a good look at the jurors' faces in a stammering request to them to do their duty. The Judge's charge was scattering. He seemed to scarcely know what he said. The jury did not hear him. Not the slightest incident occurred to break the spell. They went out, returned, and in a very few moments the verdict of "not guilty" J.J +1, n fnrno I was rccoraeu. WllMb nao wiu *v?vv that "worked" this result ??New Orleans Picayune. Eighteen Hundred Million, "Goodby, 1893, and better times next year," is the universal sentiment in trade, manufacturing and financial circles. The depression in business, shrinkago in values and general poverty that have followed the panic are without precedent. The panic of 1873, which was the reaction from the inflation of the war period, sinks into insignificance in comparison with the rocord of the year which closes to-day. Liabilities of commercial, banking and railroad concerns that failed during the twelve months aggregate near ]y $1,800,000,000. These stupendous figures are unparalleled. The phenomena of this remarkable panic, occurring in a time of profound peace, and with good harvests and an unprecedented abundance of all the raw material of wealth and in the absence of any physical disaster or destruction of property, will remain a subject for the curious study of political economists for many generations to come,?Arcw York Ui rald, i The Sea and its Uses. It is a common thing in speaking of the sea to call it a "waste of waters." But this is a mistake. Instead of being a waste and a desert, it keeps the earth itself from becoming a waste and a desert. "It is the world's fountain of life and health and beauty, and if it were taken away the grass would perish from the mountains, the forests would crumble on the hills. Water is as indispensable to all life, vegetable or animal, as the air itself. This element of water is supplied entirely by the sea. The sea is the great inexhaustible fountain which is continually pouring up into the sky precisely as many streams, and as large as _n xi .i? i.i i J : an ine rivers 01 me wunu arc puuriug into the sea.'. The sea is the real birth-place of the clouds and the rivers, and out of it come all the rains and dews of heaven. Instead of being a waste and an incumbrance, therefore, it is a vast fountain of fruitfulness and the nurse and mother of all the living. Out of its mighty breast come the resources that feed and support the population of the world. "VVe are surrounded by the presence and bounty of the sea. It looks upon us from every violet in our garden-bed; from every spire of grass that drops upon our passing feet the beaded dew of the morning; from the bending grain that fills the arm of the reaper; from burst presses and from barns filled with plenty ; from the broad foreheads of our cattle and the rosy faces of our children. It is the sea that feeds us. It is the sea that clothes us. It cools us with the Summer cloud and warms us with the blazing fires of Winter. We make wealth for ourselves and for our children out of its rolling waters, though we may live a thousand leagues away from its shore, and never have looked on its crested beauty or listened to its eternal anthem. Thus the sea, though it bears no harvest on its bosom, yet sustains all the harvests of the world. If like a desert itself, it makes all the other wildernesses of the earth to bud and blossom as the rose. Though its own waters are as salt and wormwood, it 4-1* /tlnn/la /%-P Vinoron fn flrAn rnaauo viv/uug v* u^uivu w v*?wy with sweetness, opens springs in the valleys and rivers among the hills. The sea is a perpetual source of health to the world. Without it there could be no drainage for the lands. It is the scavenger of the world. The sea is also set to purify the atmosphere. The winds, whose wings are heavy and whose breath is sick with the malaria of the lauds over which they have blown, are sent out'to range over these mighty pastures of. the deep, to plunge and play with its rolling billows and dip their pinions over and over in its healing waters. There they rest when they are weary ; there they rouse themselves when they are refreshed. Thus their whole subafonflP is rlrpnnhed. and bathed, and washed, and winnowed, and sifted through and through by this glorious baptism. Thus they fill their mighty lungs once more with the sweet breath of the ocean, and, striking their wings for the shore, they go breathing health and vigor. The ocean is not the idle creature that it seems, with its vast and lazy length stretched between the continents, with its huge bulk sleeping along the shore or tumbling in aimless fury from pole to pole. It is a mighty giant, who, leaving his cozy bed, comes up upon the land to spend his strength in the service of man. Thus the sea keeps all our mills and factories in motion. Thus the sea spins our thread and weaves our cloth. It is the sea that cuts our iron bars like wax, rolls them out into proper thinness or piles them up in the solid shaft strong enough to be the pivot of a revolving planet. It is the sea that tunnels the mountain, and bores the mine, and lifts the coal from its sunless depths and the ore from its rocky bed. It is the sea that lays the iron track, that builds the iron horse, that fills his nostrils with fiery breath and send his tireless hoofs thundering across the longitudes. It is the power of the sea that is doing for man all thos'e mightiest works that would else be impossible.?Swain. Ran Away With the Money. "Just like a man," women will say when this is read. He hails from lioekinghain. He courted a girl, got ready to be spliced, didn't have the money to buy a license, so the "party of the second part," to wit: the girl, gave him $5.00 to buy it. lie took the boodle and ran away. "Sat down and cried did she? Not much. She got a hump on herself.'" She ascertained whether he had 1 i?. 11 i.:?. guilt* arm iuiiuwuu mm. lie came to this county?in Peep River township?where she found him, had him arrested, put in jail and this morning an officer took him back to Wentworth to answer a charge of eloping with $5.UU instead of with a girlT lie went away singing "the girl I left behind me," but about the time he faces the State prison he will sing another tunc, lie will be indicted for t . 1__ r.i_ ODtaimng money uiiuer iiuse juiieu- | cos.? Greensboro (iV. C.) Record. I ? A cat with "eight well formo I is owned by Kdward Front'i-, of'A'tltons, Ga, . >v - . A ' ??> V i. ' ?> _ All Sorts of Paragraphs. ? Shigaken, Osaka, claims to have a dwarf 36 years old who is only 17 inches in height. ? Two-thirds of the gold now in use in the world was discovered within the past 50 years. ' '-iM ? Coal is dearest in South Africa than any other part of the world; it is cheapest in China. ? Sparrows have so much curiosity that they will gaze in mirrors by-the hour if not disturbed. ^ ? The first public library in the world was founded in Athens by Pisistratus about 540 B. C. ? The valuation of wealth in the United States is three times as great as in 1860, and twice as great per capita. ? The royal families of Europe are more closely connected by ties of kindred s.nd marriage now than ever before. ? The healing and purifying (juali- ~|| ties of Salvation Oil render it the best Qm article for the speedy cure of ulcerated sores. 25c. ? Sir Andrew Clark's fortune, every dollar of it made in the practice of medicine, is just over $1,000,000. It jj took time and patients. ? There are two mountains in Lower California that are estimated to contain 1,000,000 tons of pure alum. - ^ ? Look out for cheap substitutes ! . ;.vr|3 Beware of new remedies. Dr. Bull's Cough Syrup has stood the test for nearly fifty years. ? She : Now, dearest, you know that when we are married you have promised to go right to housekeeping. He (doubtfully): But, my angel, you cannot cook at all. She (brightly): That's all right, love; but mother can. ? The Marquis Van Dickens (at the swellest ball in London)?"Surely I have seen your beautiful face before, Miss Saintlouis ?" Miss Saintlouis-r"More'n likely. Pa used it on all his patent-medicine ads as 'after taking.1" ? "Why is a man sitting on a red- , hot stove like a man that has gone to heaven ?" "Why is a man sitting? oh, bother, don't ask me conundrums." "No; but -why is it ?" "Givekup?" "Yes?tell me why." "Because-he is better off." >Jr ? A millionaire of Vienna has left : .s provision in his will for the constant illumination of the vault wherein ho now lies. An electric light is to be KiipL uuriuug iur a jeur, aim evcu wiu coffin is to be lighted in the interior by electricity. ? The best farmer is the one who thinks as well as works; who knows what he intends to do a day, or at least at night, in advance; who believes that thought has as much to do with successful farming as plenty of muscle, if not more. An Tnrlion rtrnm o n nrVi r\ li o n ' f ixu JLiiuiau iTviuau nuv/ uuuu u r ,* spoken a word for twenty-three years, aroused her husband just before the down of 1894 by screaming aloud his name, since when she has talked volubly. Was it a happy New Year for him or was it not ? ? According to the law of Holland a man cannot be punished for kissing a strange lady in the streets against her wish. The Appeal Court at Amsterdam has just decided that "to kiss a person cannot be an offence, as it is in the nature of a warm mark of sympathy." ? The Cherokee tribe of Indians have perhaps the most odd form of marriage. The happy couple join hands over a running stream, and they become at once man and wife. It must be rather compromising for a Cherokee youth to assist a lady across a ditch. ? The girl had yawned behind her cambric handkerchief until it actually had a nap on it. Still he stayed and and talked. The girl's evident weariness at last appealed to him. "Bless mv snnl !" he exclaimed, "what time is it?" "Time," she replied; "it must be eternity." ? In Johnson county, Wyo., there is what is called the Burning Mountain. It is an immense coal bank that has been on fire ever since the first white man visited that country. There are many traditions among the Indians as to the origin of the fire; but all point to its great antiquity. ? Killiknick, or kiniknick, which the Indians are in the habit of mixing with tobacco, is rapidly becoming cxtict. Several plants have received this name, but they have no right to it. The true herb is the inside bark of a young willow, and when smoked alone, makes a mild and pleasant smoke. ? In China women who mourn for dead husbands wear old, dilapidated garments, neglect to wash their faces, comb their hair and look as unattractive as possible. The Punxutawny Spirit has discovered that here it is different. The dear creatures, out of pure respect for the deceased, try to make themselves appear neater and sweeter than ever before. ? The oulv instrument used purely for punishment in English jails nowadays is a crank handle weighted heavily with lead and working heavily inside a box, an indicator at a slit recording the number of revolutions made?8,000 to 11,000 constituting a day's work. Among the purely mechanical labor is included the working at the crank handles of the huge water pump, and by cranks, too, all the meal used in the prison is ground, too, all the nienl used in the prison is ground, but in ?he. case of corn-grind| iupr the prisoniv ^nrtfy rest as often as [ bo li':;\?j, provided he gets through his I v Hot cq task. : - * " a ?V?"k.1. - . - > , a - J