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lOpldreoS Colu roo( ’fpKSff-JJIJteiA \f 1): flL~ , <^ I WJP r WffjH i • . • ff~' % /Ayll -4!&g±3>-j A Wlih. If sons* good fairy voro to com# To me today sad my **Ono wisk I have to scant to thee— One wish. Com*?. My, what shall it ba? And hare it while you may.” Boat think that 1 would ask for wealth, Or for unbounded fume? Nay, riches would not charm me ihoa, Nor power to wield a oJorlon* pen Would bo tho boon t‘d claim. Bat I would make thU simple wish; ’jt That I might once more stand Back fa the happy days of ohl With faith in the rainbow’s put of gold And glad belief In Fairy Land! —B. IS. Kiser la Ctereload Leader. Hi* Prayer. The Boston Transcript tolls a story of »little boy on a visit. He had not been taught to any his prayers, and when he saw the little boys of the bouse m; theirs lie bed a sense of not being “in it” at ell and vent to bed melancholy. The second night came and be heard the children once more go through what was to him their re markable rigmarole, ending in “amen," and when they were done he said: “Auntie, I want to say my prayers, too.” “Very well, go on,*’ she answered. Tho boy went down prettily on Jiie knees, and rattled off: “first in war, first in peace, and first iu Ihe heart* of ilia country man!” Then he rose, proudly conscious of having done the right thing. # ' " 1 " President Adams* Trees* Thousands of Americans travel far to visit the White House and walk through its grounds, yet few of them know one of the most interesting facts connected with the plsoe, that is that John Quincy Adams, when he was president, planted most of its fine tree*. President Adams was fall of energy; for months ho made a practice of swimming across the Potomac every day; then he took to walking aroaod the capital square far an hoaroTery morning, then he found the best exer cise of all in attending to the planting of the White House grounds with trees; they were very bare in this respect; ana he went into the whole science and art of plantation with an enthusi asm very like Sir Walter Scott’s on the same subject. He was then fifty eight years old, but he wrote about the growth of hie oaks and ebestnnts as eagerly as a sflhcolboy would about hunting. . A WawUrfdl Ttaupler*. An American traveler in Japan once saw a rare and wonderful Japanese timepiece, says the Jewelers’ Review. He described it as being in a frame three feat wide and five feet long, rep resenting a noonday landscape of groat loveliness. In the.foreground were plum and cherry trees and riob plants in fnll bloom, in the rear a hill gradual in ascent, from which flowed, or seemed to flow, a cascade, admir ably imitated in erystal. Prom this point a threadlike stream glided along encircling rook* and islands in its windings, finally losing itself in a far off stretch of woodland. In s mins tore sky above a golden sun turned on a silver wire, striking the hours on silver gong* as it passed. Each honr was marked on the frame, and indi cated by a slowly creeping tortoise, which eorvedin tin* place of a hand or pointer. A bird of exquisite plumage aaag at the does of each honr, and as the song ceased s mouse sprang from • grotto near by and scampering over the hill in the garden, was soon lost to view. Hectnr m»I HU Fhaefly. A Nw year* ago, when living in n state in the northwest corner of the .United States, we bonght a pair of fine bronze turkeys—thoroughbreds. We named them Hector and And root ache. The names, perhaps, may account tor Hector’s deeds. Needless to say, they were a very devoted eoupie. Indue time Andromache laid nouns nies eggs. The first were given 4o sn old hen; end shout the time thee# were hatched, Andromache concluded to hare s family of her own. Slyly hiding her nest in sn old brush pilo she laid some beautiful eggs, end for seme time it wee thought die had been carried off to furnish a lunch for seme swell set of coyotes. Hector, however, serenely struttsd and gobbled, ss cl was aekno 1 lor monarch of the poultry yard. Ahead anms mmA lordly fftllOW hfl Wftf. |oO. ■wnaw mvw *wevasp »» and melt worthy of his asms, as he proved. One day he name strutting along, followed by bis mask wife and tan beautiful turkey babies. Tbs sight was on# calculated to AN a turkey father's heart with joy, A home was quickly improvised, and Andromache and her babies established in it The home was a large dry-goods box, with slats nailed across the front. Alael one night, about a week after occupy ing this home, a hungry coyote prowled that way, and, tearing a slat from the box, in sight of Hector, the devoted husband and father, he quickly seised and ate niue of the babies, and, throw ing Amlroinaeho over his shoulder, he silently trotted away. In the morning we gazed on a pitiful sight- a desolate boms, and Hector, the gallant father, hovering over his ono remaining child and protecting it from therein and cold. He faithfully devoted his whole time to caring for Ills motherless child, en tirely forgetting his former oocnpation of ft trotting; nur did he once etrut again till the woe turkey was large enough to fly up to roost. When the hen who batched out tho first turkey brood left them to shift for themselves Hector adopted them, and for weeks faithfully.scratched for them or hunted bugs from morn till night. At night his broad wings protected them from the cold. When the six adopted chil dren. were forge enongh to fly up to roost Hector flew up with them, and, taking the small turks ou each aide of him, he carefully spread liis broad wings over them, his one wee child, meantime, mournfully crying in tbs oorner, till some one came to tack liim up beside his brothers and sisters. Hector lived to a good old tnrkey age, finally resuming bis former strutting ways, and ended his days as is usual with turkeys.—Outlook. Dairy’s Afternoon las. Daisy didn't quite know what to do. Mamma had a headache, and wanted to Ho down, o»d had just asked her to amuse herself for awhile, and hod given her a penny to spend at the grocery store. Daisy thought for some time os to how she should “amuse herself.” At last 6he said, “I will give an afternoon tern” Off Daisy trotted to the grocery store, and with her penny bought a moist, sticky lump, twisted up in brown paper, end the grocery man, who was a great friend of Daisy’s, when he heard of the afternoon tea, gave her a handful of retains besides. Then she went home, and Delia,the cook, gave her a glees of milk with some cookies, and a big yellow banana. Then Daisy took her own little table end rocking choir ont Cn the shade under tbs big clut, and set the table nicoly with a white cloth which sho had begged of Delhi, and a beauti ful bunch of flowers in the centre. Then she spread ont her refreshments mud sat down to wait for the company. It was some time before anyone came. Finally, Daisy saw what she supposed was her own Kittie Clover, but it wasn’t It was a strange kitty, so poor and thin, aud so Beared and shy that it was a long while before Daisy oonid coax, her near to drink some milk, but, when she did drink she seemed to enjoy it so much that Daisy was glad her own fat Kittie Clover hadn’t come to drink it up her self. Just it the-kitty was nearing the bottom oi the glass, the arrival of a new guest tout her running up the elm tree as fast es she could go. The new guest was Prince, just home from a ramble, hot and hungry; and he finished the milk with two laps of bis groat tongue, and then ate cookies till Daisy called him “» greedy dog,” aud said he shouldn’t have another one. So. Prince thought ho would take a nap under tbo trees. Daisy waited a little while longer, and was thinking she wouldn't have any more callers, when she saw a weary couple coining down the road— a men with a hand organ, and a tired, dusty little monkey. The man asked Daisy for a drink, so she ran in to Delia for more milk and eookies, aud, while the men was en joying his lunch, the monkey perched on the edge of the table, and ate the big banana, piece by piece, from Daisy’s bends. Tbon tbe man played some tunce on tbe hand organ, and the monkey danced sad did some pretty trick*. He theu politely lifted hie little red cep to Daisy, and held out a tiny paw for her to shake. Tbe man lifted his cap also, end they went off down the road. • It woe almost night now, so Daisy ate the moist, sticky lump end the raisins herself. Then she ran in to toll mamma about her first afternoon tea, and how delighted nil her guests were. And mamma was aa much pleased as Daisy.—Babyfend. Pvmm«* *r Mine. He (just introduced) —What a very homely person that gentleman neat tbe piano to, Mrs. Black. She—lsn’t bet That to Mr. Black. “How true it is, Mrs. Block, that tho homely men always get tho pret tiest wiveel" ■ Chinese docks have a dial that tarns around while tbe hands are stationary. Thera ore two dials—one for tho hour, the other for the minute. bp wins m n. Bartow Philosopher Pays a Tribute to the Old Conductor. WAS NEVER OUT OF TEMPER. Railroad Men and Their Daughters- Are Dtsonssed by the Cartersyiilo Sage. Good, gentle old Sanford Bell, the faithful veteran of ths bell cord, is dead. He was the aldost conductor in the State—perhaps the oldest in long and continuous service in the United States, aud maybe in the world. He wna not n great man, bat he was a truo man, honest and faithful, and every traveler respected him. I havo known him and traveled with him for forty years and always loved him, for he woo patient and kind. He was firm and did his duty, but without anger or rude ness. I never saw him out of good temper or unduly excited, but duty was his watchword. No wonder he was kept in office from administration to administration, for railroad officials appreciate such men, aud even when he became too infirm to swing around tho curves. Mr. Thomas, that prinoe of railroad kings gave him an easier berth, and saved monoy by it, for who oould eettlo dispu.es over killed and damaged stock like Hanford. The people all along the line respected him end iu most eases left the adjustment to his sole judgment. Ramil lawyers ceased to fatten on small litigation*. “Satiford Bell says so,” was the law and the verdict What a record for an unpretending man. My regard for these true and patient 'men increases with my years—these fried conductors, these engineer* who .day and night stand at the throttle and realize the responsibility that is upon them. Dike the pilots ou the great steamships, they are on the lookout for danger. Their eyes seem to bare grown nesrefi to gether and more searching from the •train of constant use in looking down the over-ehsnging frock. I feel like tipping my hat to them all aud saying God bless you and protect yon, for my life is in your bands when I travel. If danger or disaster comes they receive tho first shock, and often timos tbe last to them. How thought less and unconcerned we travelers ride with never a thought about the engi neer in whose hands we are. Some times we read of s wreck sad the tele gram says: “Engineer nod. fireman killed; imrsengers nil escaped.” To any mind there Is something grandly heroic in the callings of these men who move the wheels and stop them; these engineers or brskemen who have no choice of time or weather. In the bleak and wintry night they must breast the storm. “Goodby wife, goodby mother, my time is ont.” He kisses the chil dren and is off. Not long ego I heard a poor, fond motl e • cay: “My Tom is running on the nuiroad now and helps us with his pay. He is a breskmsn on a freight train and it is a pretty hard place iu bad weather, but you know there are no easy plaoes now. ” There are many kinds of manners manners at tbe table and the fireside, and in tbe ohnrch and in stores, on both sides of tbe onnnter, and there are rail road manners, both of the officials and the travelers. Not long ago I boarded tbe Alabama Great Southern, of the Southern, at Chattanooga and before the train moved out unofficial come through the ear and in a quiet, polite manner asked every one of ns where wo were going. He found one man who was going to Atlanta and quickly hur ried him off and on to the Atlanta train. I liked that; it was good railroad man ner* nud was now to me. Railroad of ficials can hardly realize how bewildered strangers feel in a large union depot, and hour grateful they ore for informa tion, especially when it is kindly vol unteered. Poor, timid women, uoac custr.nittl to traveling are so afraid they will make a mistake. I come from Flor ida last Monday and was impressed with tbe kindness aud attrition of a conductor, a Mr. Seabring, who runs from Tamps to Waycross. No woman was too humble or too poorly clad to reocive his considerate care. He assist ed them in and ont and took their babies in hto arms and provided them oomfor n'ile. seats and had bis porter to take water to their little fines. He not only answered questions willingly and politely, tmt gave more information than was asked for. Most all conduct ors are civil end courteouse, lmt some answer you in a perfunctory manner sad peas on. Mr. Seobring’s face seemed to invite you to ask for some thing, so that he might oblige you. He aid not know me nor that i was ob serving him, but I cannot refrain from saying he is the model conductor. From Waycross to Tifton we were not calm and serene.. The night wes oold, very cold, and the oar was colder, for there woe no fire and the porter did no seem *o care whether we froze or not. We oomplsioed bitterly to tbe conductor aud in an hour or so he bod tbe porter to make one. He started a email, ■iokly blaze in tbe heater and left as. It soonwent ont and we never got shy fire until we got to Tifton and changed oondnotow and porters. .Ifr. Flournoy was as indignant as we were and never stopped his personal supervision until we were thoroughly warned end re vived. ,Th re is- a difference in con ductors. And there is a greeter difference in travelers. Borne will politely offer to •herethe Met with yon, while others will stretch themselves end look tbe other way to keep from being disturbed. •They act like they bad the smallpox «nd didn’t want/on to catch it My daughter and feat behind n bridal couple newt front down, and notwith- ttending the cor was crowded and peo ple still coming in, tbe selfish old ras cal with his young wife occupied four seats and sines their feet upon one end looked deftaaoe «teveryhody. Women came in with little childron and passed and repassed and found no seat. The old groom hod long reddish-gray whis kers and tbe bride of twonty-flve had her book hair bobbed short in en ag gravating style and leaned her head upon his shoulder while she affected sloop. By and by a countryman with a little girl in his arms came m and after walking-up and down a few times stopped and sarveved the couple for a minute. Still there was no sign. At last be said, with some temper, "I reckon may be perhaps ii you ones wonld lift your feet oiibn that seat 1 could find some place to set down with thi.» child. I’ve toted her about a mile a'reaily.” They lifted them then with alacrity and tried to turn the test, aud found it locked. “That don’t matter, ” he said, os be put down the child, 1 'l’m not gwine to hurt ye. ” We cu joyed that immennftly. f wonder what makes so many of these youngish girls (youngish is a good word) marry these oldish men. Every since General Lon "street set the example every old widower in the country it hunting for a girl wife. The widows Lave been thrust ont of Uie market. That is all right, maybe, if the curl is poor and the widower rioh and he will settle a good estate upon her and die in areaaouahle lima What curious transaction* such things some times bring about Rome years ago a rich old widower of onr ooanty monied a young wife and she was loyal to him nntil he died, which was in a reasonable time, and she fell heir to bia splendid homestead with all tho (add attached, and soon married again. Not long after this she died anu her lost hus band now steps over the rioh man's land as|sole owner and proprietor of that he never gave a dollar for. Oar brief visit to Florida last week was os business and T hurried home to go West on another lecture tour. It grieved mo to leave Clear Water, which is lovelier than ever. It is still the sweetest town that ever grew beside the shorn Many improvements have been made since we were there and hoi! a million has been spent by Mr.. Plaut on the apoeiou* property a mile below. Everything at ifellair ia on a grand scale, its drives and walks and lakes end gardens; its grand bo’el that overlooks the green waters of the gulf; its ornamental shrubbery and long Tines of stately palms; its coliseum and boule vards and gas works and watsr works all astonished and charmed us, for it seemed as though Aladdin had been there with his wonderful lamp aud done itall—notin a night, but within a year, for it has not been much longer since I was there and drove through that chaparral of Bcrub palmetto aud saw nothing to attract me save tbe view of the distant islands and the foaming breakers of tbe gulf beyound. Another half million will make the place a paradise, but after all fiellair is artificial, the handiwork of man and money, while Clear Water is the work of nature and of God. The ono is tbe embryo city of magnificent distances; the other a oozy village nestled on a bluff smong evergreen oaks and bays and palms aud cedars and climbing vines, all clod in mossy tresses, and where the beautiful homes, half hid den, overlook the plaoid harbor and the setting sun, and where the children play upon the beaoh or wade in the wateralat the foot of the hilL Some how the place reminds me of those beautiful lines— “ And I knew by the smoke that so grkcarala From among the dark elms that a cottage was near. And I sold to myself, If there Is peso** tn this world, The heart that Is hamble might look for It hew.” I said to my friend, Mrs. Aunepaugb, who bss been living there twelve yearm “Has tnvbody died rince I was herelT “Nobody,” sbe replied. “Havo you .found the graveyard yet?” “I have not,” she said. '‘There has not been a burial in it ainco we have lived here aud tbe way to it is all choked up with ■aw palmetto. ’’—Bill Arp, in Atlanta, (Go.) Constitution. ‘ . ' th«i tfkenfM or CKiirOffv. . it Is not merely by watching the life »f Christ as illustrated by His actions, ur Ills principles set forth by Illi words, that we galu likeness to Him. There Is a strange power In' personality to affect other Ldturre. Tbo child grows to be like one whom he constantly watches. He may or may not wake a conscious effort for that likeness, hut the likeness comes. People of larger growth, maturer, more lndct»ndent de velopment, are often strangely drawn by constant contact Into likeness to one another, without so mneb ns a thought Os the process. John says: “We shall be like Him, for wo shall tee Hlfn as He is.” What we need here in to see Christ—see Him. not merely os He was, but as He Is, and we shall find tbe like ness taking hold upon us and fashion <nz ns into Itself- , Mammoth Gan Coating. The largest gun casting ever made in this v >tiy w ** cast at the ordnance department of the Bethlehem Iron Company Thursday morning. Tbe fasting Is sot tpe tube of a sixteen-inch ran for the United fits tea Government, k Is nineteen feet she Inches long, sessional in shape end sewnty-foor inches in diameter. More than 100 gross tons of metal were used tn Ms manufacture. Throe furnaces, two of forty tons’ capacity each and one of twenty ton, wen need to prepare the metal in. The cast ing, which to the flnt and largest of its kind ever made, was a success in every way. The jackets tor the Mg gnu will be cate later.—Waahtodton Star. ANOTEDINDIANSUm A MONTANA MAN HAS MADE FORTY REDSKINS BITE THE DUST. He Killed Beres lea Meet* Combat and. Flvo ia SutbMwßatN All led]*** B cornu* * Faro rite BiotlitrWu Slain by Thom—Wiry Lewi* Wctsal’s Oarcer. “Lewis Wetzel, who lived in the western port of Virginia, became not ed as an Indian fighter previous to and during the Revolutionary War,” remarked an old-timer, who was in a reminiscent mood yesterday. “He was a large, wiry, athletic man. who became an Indian hunter because In dians had killed all his nearest kindred in their raids into the settlement* of western Virginia. He possessed a frame that it seemod impossible to tire, and he was considered the best shot with a riflo in all that conn try. He killed Indiana out of pure revenge, aud he nofelonly killed them when on tbo warpath, but whenever he could engage with them. He could load his riflo running, aud, therefore, was a dangerous antagonist. Ha was one of the few men of the Wost who could lire at tbo edge of a knife and cut the bullet iu two every time at a distance of ten yards, He enjoyed his prowess, and when in ths settlements he was a companionable man, but hunting In diana he was morose and disagreeable, aud much preferred to bo alone. It is said that he even killed Indian woman and children, nud it is well known that he killed Indians who were am bassadors to the whites on peaceful errands. If he ever saw an Indian that he did not kill it has not been re corded. In tho upper Ohio River country his name ha* been handed down from father to son, aud many exploits have been told of him which never appeared in print. There is a' county iu West Virginia named after him, and romances have been written whose heroes have his chstaoter.. “Montana has a man now living whose career bos been something like that of Wetzel. He has not probably killed as many Indians, but that has not been his iault. He is said to have slain at least forty redskins, and ho has not been partioular what tribe they belonged to or when* they wore. Ho has taken os great, risks in killing In dians os Wetzel ever did. The reason of his hatred for the whole Indian race was the killing of a favorite brother in a family of seven or eight boys by Pieguns. He was a good shot, And used a Winchester riflo instead of the old muzzle-loading flint-lock rifle that Wetzel earned. Ho is David Wareliam, of Fergus County. “I have heard accounts of hnt two of the .battles, but no 1 doubt a history of others would be just as interesting. He encountered five bucks, evidently on the warpath, or a horse stealing ek pedition. He had not his gun with him, but be went home, which was not far off, and retnrned with it. He songht a good spot and began firing. The Indians made fight,but be dropped them so fest that two started to run away, bnt he was too swift for them even, and every oue was killed.. “Another time he and a pilgrim were camping out, and in the night the In dians stole both their horses. They followed the Indiaus, who evidently did not expeot a visit from them. They erept up close to the camp and found the horses tied at the camp. War cham’e horse was a pet, and whinnied when it teented its master. The In dians did not awake, and both horses were token away. They oould not get their own saddles, bnt got two old Indian saddles, as be ing bettor than riding bareback. Then they stampeded the Indian horses, and drove them toward Fort ' Benton. Fussing a narrow canon,” Wareham told his companion to hurry along with the horses as fast a* he* could and he would wait for the In dians, neves in number, whom they had seen coming afar off. He con cealed himself as well on he could and awaited their coming. When the bat tlo was over the seven Indian* had be come good Indians, and Wareham had ’ not a single scratch. After resting his horse ho overtook his companion, who was nearly scared to death and almost worn ont with the old saddle. They rested, not fearing any danger, and rode leisurely into Fort Benton, where they sold their stock and remained until they bad recruited. Itis related that neither was able to sit down for a week after arriving in ths town. “Wareham, even to this day, when he sees an Indian, fires up, gnashes his teeth, and regrets that ha has not his gun with him. He has never killed any women or children, bat those who know him besf are certain that few Indians have ever met him on the plains and gone away olive. He is now in the vigor of life, between forty-five and fifty yctrs old, aka is regarded by all Wa neighbors as one of the State's best citizens. But he can’t conoeol, and doesn’t try to cou nsel, his extreme hatred of all In dians.’'—Helena (Montana) Indepen dent. ’ • A Stamp That BtfnwsM MOO#. Os the 250 United States stamps which have been issued, the values have ranged from one cent to fißfiOO. Five dollars is the highest value among postage stamp*, but newspaper stomps reach the hundred dollar mark,; white a revenue stamp may represent •Wf». i, .• : ■' / •• ' r •' * r > •••*•.
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