Crawfordsville Review, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 3 December 1892 — Page 4

.HUSKING TIME.

The Harvest and Thanksgiving Season Dr.Talmage's Topic.

Tli* Ancient* War* Acquainted With Onr American Cora—The Tear's Hiriait I Vorihadawi the Kurtli'i llarraat.

Rev. Dr. Talmage preached at Brooklyn last Sunday. Subject "The Ingathering of the Harvests." Text Job v. 20,

5'As

a Shock of Corn

.Cometh in in His Season." He said: This is the time of the year for husking com. If you have recently been in the fields of Pennsylvania, or New Jersey, or New York, cr New England, or in any of the country districts, you know that the corn is eut. The sharp knife struck through the stalks and left them all 4iong the field until a man came with a bundle of straw and twisted a few •of these wisps of straw into a band, •ad then, gathering up as much of the corn as he could compass with Ws arms, he bound it with this wisp •f straw, and then stood it in the field in what is called a shock. There •ro now at least two billion bushels of corn either standing in the shock -or having been already husked. The farmers gather one day on one farm and: then another day on another farm, and they p,ut on their rough husking apron, and "they take the husking peg, which is %.piece of iron with a leathern loop mtened to the hand, and with it unsfaeath the com from the hush and toss it into the golden heap. Then Ihe wagons come along and take it to the corncrib.

About corn as an important cereal •r corn, as a metaphor the Bible is constantly speaking, You know -•bout the people in famine coming to buy corn of Joseph, and the foxes on Are running into the"standingcorn," end about the oxen treading out the •orn, and about the seven thin ears of corn that in Phifroah's .dream devoured the seven good ears, and the -parched corn" handed to beautiful Ruth by the harvesters of Bethlehem -aad Abigail's five measures of 'parched corn, with which she hoped to appease the enemies of her drunken bus band, and David's description of tke valleys-covered over with com," and "the handful of corn in the earth,"and "the full cprn in the ear,"

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Christ's Sabbath morning walk corn fields, and the disciples "plucking ears of corn," and so I am not surprised to, find corn husking timo referred to in my text, "As a shock of corn cometh in in his season."

There is a difference of opinion as to whether the orientals knew anything about the corn as it stands in oar fields, but.recen discoveries have found out that the Hebrew knew all •bout Indian maize, for there have been grains of corn picked up out of ancient crypts and exhumed from hiding places where they were put down many centuries ago, and tney have been ,planted in our time and have come up iust such Indian maize ae we raise in New York and Ohio •0 I am right when I say that my text may refer to a shock of corn fust as you and I bound it just as jrou and 1 husked it.

It is high time that the King of Terrors were thrown out of the Christian vocabulary. A vast multitude of people talk of death as though it were the disaster of disasters, instead of being to a good man the blessings of blessings. It is moving out of a cold vestibule into warm templn. It is migrating into groves of redolence and perpetual fruitage. It is a change from bleak March to roseate Juns. It is a change of manaclcs for garlandss. It is the transmuting of the iron h&ndcuffs of earthly incarceration into the diamond wristlets of a bridal party, or to use the suggestion of mv text it is only husking tijne. It is the tearing otf of the rough sheath of Ihe body that the Might and the beautiful soul may go free. Coming in "like a shock of corn Cometh in in his season." Christ broke up a funeral procession at the gate of Nain by making a resurrection dav for a young man and his inotheri and I would that 1 could break up your sadness and halt the long funeral procession of the world's grief by eome cheering and cheerful view of the last transition.

We all know that husking time was a time of frost, Frost on the fence frost on the stubble frost on the ground frost cn the bare branches of the trees frost in the air frost on the hands of the huskers. You remember we used to hide between the cornstalks so as to keep j»ff the wiud, but still you remember how shivering was the body and how painful was the cheek, and how benumbed were the hands. But after awhile the sun was high up, and all the frosts went out of the air, and hilarities awakened th« echoes, and ioy from one corn shock. weut. up, a Aha, alia 1" and was answered by joy from another corn shock, Aha, aha!" So we all realize,7 that the death of our friend is the nipping of many expectations, the freezing, the chilling, the frosting of many of our hopes. It is far from being a south wind.

It comes out of the frigid north, und when they go away from us we stand benumbed in "body and benumbed in mind and benumbed in eoul. We 'stand among our dead neighbors, our dead families, and we «ay, Wi)l we ever get over it Yes, we wil^ get over it amid the ehoutings of. heavenly reunion, and wo will look back to all these distresses of bereavement only as the temporary distresses of husking ... time. Weeping may endure for a

night, but joy cometh in the morning Of course the husking time made rough work with the ear of corn. The husking peg had to be thrust in, and the hard thumb of the husker had to come down on the swathing of the ear, and then there was a pull and-there was a ruthless tearing, and then a complete snapping off before the corn was free, and if the husk could have spoken it would have said, Why do you lacerate me Why do you wrench me Ah, my friends, that is the way God has arranged that the ear and husk shall part, and that is the way that he has arranged that the body and the soul shall separate. You can afford to have your physical distresses when you know that they are only forwarding the soul's liberation. Every rheumatic pain is only a plunge of the busking peg. Every neuralgic twinge is only a twist by the husker.

There is gold in you that must come out. Some way the shackle must be broken. Some way the ship must be launched for a heavenly voyage. You must let the Heavenly Husbandman husk off the mortality for the immortality. There ought to be great consolation in this for all who have chronic ailments, since the Lord is gradually and more mildly taking away from you that which hiqder's your soul's liberation doing gradually for you what for many of us in robust health perhaps he will do in one fell blow at last. At the close of every illness, at the close of every paroxysm you ought to say, "Thank God, that is all past now!"

You will never suffer the same pain twice. You may have anew pain in an old place, but never the same pain twice. The pain does its work and then it dies. Just so many plunges of the crowbar to free the quarry stone for the building. Just so many strokes of the chisel to complete the statue. Just so many pangs to separate the soul from the body. You who have chronic ailments and disorders are only paying in installments that which some of us will have to pay in one payment when we pay the debt of nature. Thank God, therefore, ye who have chronic disorders, that you have so much less suffering at the last.

Perhaps this may be an answer to a question which I asked one Sabbath morning but did not answer, Why is it that so many good peoDle have so dreadfully to suffer? You often find a good'man with enough pains and distresses, you would think, to discipline*, a whole colony, while you will find a man who is perfectly useless going about with easy digestion and steady nerves and shining health, and his exit from the world is comparatively painless. How do you explain that? Well, I noticed in the husking time that the husking peg was thrust into the corn, and then there must be a stout pull before the swathing was taken off the ear and the full, round, healthy, luxuriant corn was developed, while on the other hand there was corn that hardly seemed worth husking. We threw that into a place by itBelf and we called it nubbins. Some of it was mildewed and some of it was mice nibbled, and some of it was great promises and no fulfillment. All cobs and no corn. Nubbins! After the good corn had been driven to the barn we came around with the corn basket and picked up these nubbins. They were worth saving, but not worth much. So all around us there are people who amount to comparatively nothing. They develop into no kind of usefulness. They are nibbled on one side by the world, and nibbled on the other side by the devil, and mildewed all over. Great promise and no fulfillment. All cobs and no corn, Nubbins! They are worth saving. I suppose many of them will get to heaven, but they are not worthy to be mentioned in the same day with those who went through great tribulations into the kingdom of our God.

Who would not rather have the pains of this life, the misfortunes of this life—who would not rather be torn and wounded and lacerated and husked and at last go in amid the very best grain of the granary— than to be pronounced not worth husking at all.

Heaven—one great neighborhood reunionl All kings and queens, all songsters, all millionaires, all banqueters. God the Father, with His children all around Him. No goodby" in all the air. No grave cut in all the hills. River of crystal rolling over bed of pearl, under arch of chrysoprese. into seas of glass intermingled witji fire. Stand at the gate of the granary and see the grain come in out of the frosts into the sunshine, out of the darkness into the light, out of the tearing, and the ripping, and the twisting, and the wrenching and lacerating, and the husking time of earth into the wide open door of the King's granary "like as a shock of corn cometh in in his season."

Yes, heaven is a great sociable, with joy like the joy of husking time. No one there feeling so biff he declines to speak to some one that is not so large. Archangel willing to listen to smaller cherub. No bolting the door of caste at one heavenly mansion to keep out the inhabitant of a smaller mansion. David taking none of the a'rs of a giant killer Joshua making no one halt until he passes because he made the sun and moon halt Paul making no assumption over the most ordinary preacher of righteousness Naaman, captain of the Syrian host, no more honored than the captive maid who told him where he could get a good doctor. Oh, my soul, whstf a country! The humblest man a king, the poorest woman a queen, the meanest house a palace, the shortest lifetime eternity. Afad what is

more strange about it all is we may. all get there. I remember that In the husking time there was a great equality of feeling among the neighbors. There at one corn shock a farmer would be at work who owned two hundred acres cf ground. The man whom he was talking with at the next corn shock owned but thirty acres of ground, and perhais all that covered by a mortgage.

That evening at the close of the husking day, one man drove home a roan span so frisky, so full of life they got their feet over the traces. The other man walk home. Great difference in education, great difference in worldly means, but I noticed at the husking time they all seemed to enjoy each other's society. They all seemed to be happy together in those good times- And so it will be in heaven. Our Father will gather his children around him, and the neighbors will come in, and the past will be rehearsed. And some one will tell of victory and we will celebrate it. And some one will tell of a great struggle, and we will praise the grace that fetched him out of it. And someone will say: "Here is my old father that I put away with heartbreak. Just look at him! He is as youiig as anv of us!"

All the shocks of corn coming in in their season. Oh, yes, in their season. Not one of you having died too soon, or having died tod late, or having died at haphazard. Planted, at just the right time. Plowed at just the right time. Cut down at just the right time. Garnered at just the right time. Coming in in your season. Oh, I wish that the two billion bushels of corn now in the fields or on their way to the seaboard might be a type of the grand yield of honor and glory and immortality when all the shocks come in.

WALLED IN B¥ COB1L.

Natives Foand on the Hidden Plateau of a Little laland.

A curious discovery has been made on the island of Kitaba, one of the Trobriand group, off the northeastern coast of New Guinea. A great many sailors passing this little island have imagined it had no inhabitants because they saw no evidence of human occupation. Sir William McGregor, the administrator of British New Guidea, says the island has an area of only five or six squre miles.

On all sides it presents a low and slightly sloping margin, usually a quarter of a mile broad, covered by heavy timber. Within is a precipitous coral wall which can be ascended only in a few places. The bank rises to a height of 300 to 400 feet. Once at the top the visitor finds this wall a plateau which occupies the whole of the center of the island and is from 50 to 100 feet below the wall surrounding it.

There about 1,000 natives live and till their gardens. The rich, chocolate colored soil yields them an ample supply of food. "They are completely protected from the wind by the rocky rim that incloses their plateau. The island seems to have been an atoll which was lifted above the sea several hundred feet, so that the atoll ring now forms the coral wall surrounding the plateau. On this elevated and almost inaocessible plain are thirteen villages each of which contains over twenty houses.

Sir William McGregor says the natives gave him a most pleasant reception. He found it ditiicult to travel through some villages on account oi the vams, cocoanuts. mats and other articles that were laid djwn before him for his acceptance. There are no inter-tribal hostilities, and it is not possible for the natives of other islands to oppress the people, because on their plateau, naturally fortified as it is. they are inaccessible to the hostile tribes. The drainage of the plateau is excellent. There are great cavities in the coral wall through which the rainfall filters and makes it way to the sea.

Henry Clews' Oplon.

Those persons who believe that extravagance, like charity, should begin at home, will derive much satisfaction from the theory advanced by Mr, Henry Clew3 that the cholera scare may yet bo worth millions of dollars to this country. "Asiatic cholera is a disease naturally foreign to our country," said Mr. Clews to the phrasewritpr. "It is epidemic only in foregin lands. The recent cholera scare is likely to impel people on this side of the Atlantic to forego their annual.

JOLLY JINGLES.

The summer has gone with her garlands gay. The meadows are sear anrt brown. The stovepipe is going up to-day.

And the hammock is coining down. —New York Press.

The dudhcen and the calumet Are hardly of one type: The reel man's being a pipe ol peace

And Pat'a a pelece of a pipe.

—Puck.

She satd she would marry at twenty-elgbt, And I. like a fool, dee'ded to wait, rvo been waiting so long 1 begin now to fret, But she will not confess to twenty-eight yet. —New York Herald.

I would not live alway, 1 ask nut to stay: My neighbor next door

On the cornet does play. —Kansas City Journal.

A Poat-Graduate Coarse in Georgia. He's done been through collcge an' he's got his eddioatlon.

An' it's Bworn to with a blue an' jailer seal An' now he's gltlln' ready to enjoy his long vacation

An' the ole mule's waltln' for'him in'tho fid' With a "gee:" an* a "wl oaI" An' a "git up thar an' go.'"

He'll be Jerkin' on the plow-lines An' a aweatin' in the row: An' the Latin he will speak To that ole mule will be

Greek

V* hi he parses with the plowstocks. An' unuke a syntax with the hoe: Atlanta Constitution.

Caldwell, N. C., it is reported, baa raised an eight pound potato.

ON THE TOANO GRADE.

Frank Bally Millard In San Francisco Argonaut. Dark and dumb and cold as death itself lay the dry mesa. It was late at night. The coyotes had ceased to howl. The owls no longer gave forth their dismal hoots. No breath stirred the leaves of the dry greasewood and sage. The cold stars shone out as they only shine through the rare, clear eye of the desert. The slim horn oZ the cold moon droppingdown over the far away buttes, glinted the wheel worn edges of two steel rails tHat ran away into blaukuess on either side of the spot. Near the railroad stood a ghostly telegraph pole, and its wires also ran away into the blankness. If there were any sounds at all in the air it came from these wires. But they must have been mere whisperings, for the iban who lay under them heard them not.

The man was frightfully, strainedly awake, but by his side and under the same blanket lay another man who was sound asleep.

It is best for a supersensitive man to sleep, and sleep soundly, if he must needs lie out on the" desert under the stars. It is an awful thing for such a one to be cursed by sleeplessness at such a time and in such a place.

The horrible stillness, the dumbness of nature weighed upon the wakeful man, who lay there upon his back looking up at the myriad of eyes that peeped through the dark roof of the world. He felt the oppressiveness of it all as keenly as ho felt the numbing of the chill night air.

He turned on his unyielding bed of sand and heard the crack of a sage twig under his body. A pistol shot would have sounded no louder to his overwrought ear. Why did the sound not awaken the sleeper at his side. If only he would awake or even turn. But, poor, tired man, he had tramped 'many a long mile over the burning plain, through alkali dust, and Dy sage and cactus wastes. Let him sleep.

The sleepless one raised his hand to his face, on which the skin was tightly drawn. How hot the unwinking eye of heaven had blazed on him through the day. It seemed to have seared his cheek and forehead.

God! If I had but one glass of rum—one glass!" he groaned half aloud.

And then he went over his life and made himself to see clearly why he had become so dependent on a iiery jfluid for his peace of mind. It was the thirst—the cursed thirst—that had built itself up within him out of the very elements with which he had thought to appease it. And the consequences of that thirst! His mind run back to his home. How she must hate him—that patient wife, who had borne with him so long! Did she? Was it hate that blazed in her eyes when they had that fatal •juarrel and he had left her, never to return? He could not bring himself to think it was. He was so frightfully alone—so much in need of being in some one's kindly thoughts that—

The man at his side did turn at last. But he settled down at once to peaceful slumber. He had not awakened. If he only would awake his cheery Irish banter would make the night less hideous for a time, perhaps, but let him sleep. He should not trespass on his good nature by arousing him. Although only the acquaintance of a day he had, in his genial Celtic way, been more than kind. He had given a most unworthy and undeserving man food from his store, and now he was sharing with him his poor, thin blauket. An unworthy man—yes, I most unworthy. Had he not left his wife to shift for herself Had he not wholly deserted her? Yes, but she no longer loved him. He had been such a drag upon her—such a burden. She was better off without him—far better. The inmoving tide of this heavy thought bore down upon him more than all the oppressiveness of the night silence on the desert, more than that fearful thii'st. It was better that she should live without him—far better. He was unworthy. How cut off he seemed from the whole world! The little warmth he felt from the man's body, lying by his own, made its impress qn his :nind. In spite of all his desire for independence when lie had started off on that wild journey with only a few coins in his pocket, his hot assertion that he could go his own way without reference to others seemed now to have been apart of his old weakness of character. Even the strongest must lean upon some one. None could go their way wholly alone. How interdependent was the whole race of man.

And she bad leaned him. Perhaps she did still, in a way. For might she not be looking for him to come back It was not likely that she even dreamed that he was a thousand miles away. What were a thousand miles after all He had not been long in passing them over. It would not take long to retrace them.

With these thoughts tingling in his brain, he could no longer lie there....He must be up and in motion.

So he arose and lamely made his way to the railroad track, leaving his friend of a day to sleep it out alone. He stepped between the rails and halted there, facing the telegraph pole, ffo the right was the way of the freeman, without wife or home. To the loft, the way led back to her. "I have almost killed her by my re he should I go back to complete the iob?"

He glanced over his right shoulder. "But that may mean the same thing. She is alone and helnless. Still to go back means—God f" he sobbed why can't I be a man 1"

His eyes sought the stars. "Yes, I can be." He took off his hat and raised high his hand. Then he spoke, while yet looking up ami the still night air heard his words: "I swear that hereafter I will hold my desire for drink in check, and that I will strive to make myself worthy of the good woman who bears my name, bo help me God. Amen."

Then down the back trick he strode fiercely, clenching his hands as he swung them at his sides.

Two hours later he stepped upon the platform of.the station atToano. There he stopped to rest. It was then dark, and no one was about to look at him suspiciously as upon a tramp, and to tell him to be off.

From a small building across the way lightssnwere shining. Through the open doorway he saw men sitting about a stove. He heard their loud jokes and hearty laughs. How warm and comfortable they seemed. And he was bitterly cold. He went nearer to the place. As he Approached it a mau came and stood in the doorway. Strange to say this man greeted him with a

He started up. "Good bye," he said. "God bletn you." His tongue was thick, though his gait was fairly steady. He could walk very fast now, and soon he was up the grade and at the curve. How strong his nerves were. No longer did the night weigh upon him. What a different man he was from the creature who had limped along the ties a few hours ago. How much firmer of purpose.

The light from an oncoming locomotive shot up the track. The iron

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iant coughed, wheezed and panted, was truly a hard pull up the Toano grade. He stood by the side o' the track as the dazzling headlight glared upon him for a moment. How firm he was, but how he would have trembled had he gone there unbraced for the ordeal. He did not tremble nov. It was along train. The cars, with their dull lights, passed slowly at first, but gathered speed as they went along. He would not wait for the last, for that was the caboose, and in it was the conductor. What speed the train had gathered! Still it was not going very fast, he thought. Now was the time. It would be two days' foot journey nearer to her. He would soon be at home.

He grasped a handrail, lifted one foot up, missed the step, and was thrown with relentless force under the wheels.

There was an awful cry, a crunching sound, and the train, had passed, leaving the dust it had stirred up to settle down again under the sagebrush leaves. m/y: ••••?.: "Say, Bill, I heard some one yell."

It was a brakeman who spoke, and it was the head brakemen who heard him. "So did I—it was under the car. Another .tramp, gone to kingdom come." "We ought to stop—nadn't we?— and see about it." "Stop on the Toano grade? How wild you talkl You must have been drinking."

Chile is said to number among hex population more poets per capita than any other nation in the world.

THE NATION'S

House Committee tions Considerin

It Will Try to Prevent clenny—An Enormoui A mo aarjr Cor Peniloni

Ncordial

"Hello, pardner!" He made some sort of reply in a shaky voice, for his teeth were shattering. 'Trampin' to 'Frisco?" "Yes. "Wal, it's good'walkin', ain't it?" "Oh, yes." Why should his teeth chatter so? "Say, now, pardner, I kin tell you suthin' that beats walking all" to pieces." "What is it?" "Why, 'bout half a mile up the railroad there's a heavy grade on a curve. When the emigrant train goes up there she don't go fast—not much faster'n a horse and wagon. You kin jump on without any trouble or without any of the train hands noticin' you,, as they would at a station, and you kin go into a keer and sleep all the rest of the night. When you wake up in the morning you'll be at Mesilla, seventy-five miles from here. That's two big 'days' journey for a man travelia' a foot,

It was worth trying. "When will the traiu be along?" "In 'bout an hour," "Thank you," "Say," and the voice grew kindly, "ain't you pretty blame cold? Come inside awhile and warm up."

He followed the man into the house. There was a bar there, and some men were before it drinking. His new friend led him up to the bar.

This would not do. There was his resolve to consider. Well, he was on his way back home—-that much was settled. And as for drinking, there would be just this one glass to warm him up. He was really very cold and numb, and needed it. As it was to be just one and the last, it was well that it should be a large warming draught. So he poured the glass nearly full. He felt the fire of it as it went down. Yes, it did warm one —that was certain. He had eaten so little that the hot liquid swiftly set up its reign in his tired brain, and when his new comrade urged another and still another upon him he could not-refuse. "Now, I reckon you better git up the track if you're goin to git that free Pullman pass o' yourn from Toano to Mesilla, with no change o' keers," remarked his entertainer, glancing at the clock.

Two-thirds of the memberso committee on appropriations In tlio committee room of tli Monday lu response to a call Chairman Holman for a special moo for the purpose of preparing some of tht regular annual appropriation bills, forthi action of Congress whentlt meets for

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second session. It is the purpose to pusb rapidly all these measutei for the maintenance of the Government next year, and as the Treasury department has promised to submit the estimates for the District o' ^Columbia, the pension, and the fortification appropriation bills by that time, there seems to be no reason why theHoust should not have one of these bills readj for Its action as soon as its meets. The exceedingly heavy payments made by tht

Treasury during the first Quarter of th« present fiscal year have caused some dis may among the members of the appro* prlation committee. For the first fom months of the year these paymdhts have exceeded by fl6,O0O,OCO the expenditurei for the corresponding period in the preceding fiscal year, which means a total increase for the present year of 918,000,000whlle the appropriations for the year only 112,000,000 greater that, thf priations for last year. That ae the estimates of the committee

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good, a deficiency on account of ,pe~ sion of 136,COO,000, which will hav be met by Congress at the next sion, in addition to an appro~ tion for pensions for the next fiscal certalnly ijot Ins than i$150,p00 So the total appropriations that Con must make for pensions at the next sion will not be loss than 9180,000,000. Wi this enormous sum added to. Uie other propriations necessary to carry on Government, and decreased

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expected to result from the vasltatl lltA ferlff AlinaHnn ttrAnU ia.

doubt its ability to prevent a deflc the National accounts.

GOVEnNMENT'S FIWA

The Treasurer of the Unite. Hon. E. H. Nebeker, has Secretary Charles Foster the port on the operations and the treasury.. The net ordinal of the Government for the fisci 1531.037,784, a decrease of I compared with the year befor ordinary expenditures were decrease of 110,349.3*4. The enues were thus cut dowu fro to $9,914,456, including the l'he total receipts for the yea 101,296 and the expenditures The amount of the public det 11.545.999,591 on Jane 30,1891, 464 144 on June 30,18:i2.

The total net reduction of the public debt was affected :ation of the surplus revenue amounting to nearly *10.003. with upward of $27,030,OCO ta eash in the treasury. Aocar revised estimates, the total sto of all kinds In the country on 12 371,344,049, an Increase of t.ie year, By eliminating tha paper currency which is purel tative, consisting of certllfcatand treasury notes, the elTectlv found to have been 11,755,^53.14 crease of 970,000,000.

FATAL FIRES.

wo Children Forgotten and Death—Other Casualtl

The frame residence of W. Edgewood avenue, ChlcAgt destroyed by fire Mondayjnaor Deesy's two children,

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and Clifford aged six' years3 to death. They were sleo( attic and were forgotten. parents until tho flames ha) great headway to save them] caused by an overturned lami

Three men and two women t,o death at Middletown, Col night, in a tobacco barn owjj Hubbard, on the old fair gC victims were a party of umbf' seen near there before the fns posed they wore drunk and small amount of hay, the only the barn. The barn wa* totally

The residence of Samuel Milan, Tenn.. was burned ear morning. Yates perished in lie was a miser, and was repu a large sum of money coftcre house. The origin of the lire

HE EIGHTY. 8HE FIF

An old man eighty years young girl not more than fifteen thievery body took for his granddaughte, stopped on the public square at E? green, Ala., for an hourOlBhe 28th Whit waiting for the train thipjd man went a store opposite and bougHt adime's wor of ginger cakes, whfch tafilvided wlthl childish companion. "Sups my

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said, "and we were bp 'married tv .morning. We are gosof^to Texa ntoo bad," said he with ifpgb, "that'wh people love each other ttey should hni terfered with. I loved ^Qjls gal, and married her in spite of ^•children'*

It was learned that life old mat** small farmer, named 'Ifimtlel ptt who lived about thirt^||alles e( Evergreen. The girl wi||:they of a cropper who workW|for children and grandchlldp»*^infatuation for th« chil however, sold his cott everything in readiness, foro a 'squire, made her/ started for Texas.

Wyoming's Legislature Is It and will elect a U. S. Senator. It is probable California's vo divided between Cleveland and

Cleveland's plurality In Eentu Harrison Is 40,000 Weaver re~ 503 votes and Bidwell 6,385 votes.

Kalb, the Populist candidate, test the Alabama Governorship ernor-elect Jones. Kalb claims been elected by 45,000 majority. turns Ravo Jones about that maj

An oil well that flows 48,000 ba day has been struck In Hancock O. It Is Hooding the surrounding

The French Cabinet hat resign