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MARYVILLE, TENNESSEE, SATURDAY, MARCH (i, 1S75.
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save aioivi -: iuV.rnowi5Sis
Oil AS. PI'LANE'S
NEW FURNITURE STORE,
ZSinry villo. Ten now see.
Keep eontstanlly on band, and n.,ke to urtli r, every vurii-i j of l'.;ru:tur , from the chtareit to the finest
and moat elegant at .vie.
Coffins mule to order ami kr)t oi-iirlHialy on l.uii.l.
OIe me a trial. All work wai ranted to be as i'ii,-Mi,t,i!. l'ri, i s cheap for rafh.
Salesroom and factory llrxt door north of (.'. IUii.tV tin Mni..
W. W. Lawrence,
:i vxit.u tu;i:;; of
BOOTS, SHOES, SADDLES, SOLE LEATHER,
Harness Leather, Kip Skins, etc.,
(Two Milca Nortbrokl of Maryville.)
Dry Goods, Groceries, Hardware, Queensware, Notions, etc,
Ch paid for Hidos, at advance! irire, delivered at my Yard.
GEO. A. TOOLE,
DRUGS AND MEDICINES,
ESSENTIAL OILS, CUIY2S,
SPONGES, FANCY GOODS, PERFDmERY,
... PATENT : MEBIC1KES, ETC.
TMiysioimis Prescriptions! Carefully lilled.
W. J. BETTEETON & BEO.,
Whiskes, Brandies, and Wines
Ar (bey make their on mluskies, they Vu;w Itiem lo bo iufocl!y Pl'Itl!. They r 0 tba trad!
WHITE RYE WHISKY,
SI EVER SPRAY WHISKY,
XXXX Roane County Whisky.
Tbeae whiskies po throiin'.i .' process of purification
dent); recommend tbeni, even for medicinal purposes,
"W. 1 CUMMINS,
WnOlXSALS AND BBIAU, DIALEB IN
PIANOS, ORGANS, MUSICAL
MUSIC BOOKS, &C.
. 93 Gay Street, Knoxville, Term.
Violin Strings a Specialty.
; ORDERS SOLICITED.
AsrnoNoMEit Bartleit, of Battle
creek, is circulating this hit of gossip
about the big dipper : " One. hundred
thousand jcara ago the btifht stars
which at'present form this familiar con
stellation were arrat'gtd in the fonn of
a large cross ; and otw hundred llion
Band 3 ears hence t hey will Ohsnrufthe
appearance of an elongated dipper'
riifleient in shnpo from lie oue liow
icen aud stre'cbii g cvar n ido cxlent
of the celestial ranlt."
peculiar to tbelr own manufacture, and thaj
at equal lo any whiskies that are made.
J. M. LANCASTER,
WATCH AND CLOCK REPAIRER.
(WEPT 8IDE MAIIKET KQCARPl
rcrnona from Ulonnt county, while in tli
city, wMiliiip; anything
DONE IN MY LINE
are invited to give me a call.
All work Warranted, if Desired,
This royal baby begins o notice
things, and to handle ni, too! The
other day ho reached for the paregoric
battle and BniBohed it on his pa' ni e
center-table, and then hied to nsake a
cualby running his linger in a circle
"nil round about." Then Edinburgh
went in and borrowed his wife's old kid
slipper, and when he enme back tlere
Wiin oni:sid'!rab!e excitement, for a , fw
momentH, Mend) that to.-t of thiig
so awkwardly. Ar. Muil.
1 have walclied you loiiiii Ai
Watcbed you ',
1 have fmiiul your fecrct out j
Aud I kunw
J'Uat the rextleaa ribboned tiling
Where your alppe of ihouMer apiincH,
Are but undeveloped iuk
That will grow.
When you enter in a room .
It is Klirred
Willi (he wayward, flauii); light
.Of bird; .
And yon fpeak and brlua with yoij
I-i'if aud aun-ray, bad and blue,
And the Wind-breath and the dew,
At a word.
IVbeti you hilt tne only now,
lu tlitt furred,
I'liffed and f atherrd T ili-li ilrre-,
1 was iinrred
.I.iet to catch you, oh, my we(,
liy the bivlice trim and iical,
.IiifI to feel your heart o-benl,
Ikc a bird.
Yoi, a!iK, love's 1 ilit you
lt:it to er
As the dew upon the plume!",
And you raro
Not a wil for rest or huh ;
lint the leaves, the lyric uush.
And the wing power aud the runti
Of the air.
So I dare not woo you, sweet,
For a day,
Lest I love you iu a flash,
As I may,
Hid I tell you tender things
You would shake your sudden wIiik
You would start from him who sings,
A XfcEDED KEFORX.
Being A No the Story of a Fire tureen.
" riague on that screen 1"
Standing with Mildred Weyman iu
the door of her parlor, you would not
have thonght Lor language too strong.
The room was of fair size, light and
lofty ; wood work heavy paneled oak;
ceiliDg white ; walls a delicate misty
gray, with a green and gilt border ;
window-shades gray, picked oat with
gold, overhung with open white
drapery; carpet a small pattern in green
and oak ; table-covers to match, and
furniture that harmoirzed with the
prevailing tone. The offending screen
showed an impossible dog on a black
velvet background, bordered by a more
impossible vine,, otiatensest giecmi
iwmiDg aooui a crimson cjiumu. x
had been accounted a masterpiece in its
day, twenty years ago, when her eldest
sisttr slowly and painfully wrought it.
It had long been an eye-sore to Mildred,
bnt the great, empty fire place looked
even worse, so she was fain to let it stay,
in default of anything better. She had
thonght herself alone when her discon
tent found vent in the emphatic expres
sion I have recorded, but it reached J-
nnother ear, for Will Winston pnt his
head inside the hall with--
'What are you swea:ing about,
" I am not swearing, bnt tbat horrid
old thing is enough to make me do it."
Then, her face brighteniDg,
"O! Will! If you will help me, 1
can get rid of it tntirely."
" What is your notion ?"
" Firat you rcust make mo a frame of
smooth plank that will just tit inside
the mantel. Let it come out over tho
edges of the lire place and then fit it in
a sort of reecB? about fjur sizes
"How much is a siza? '
" Something larger than your com
prehension. Bat come out to tho woik
bench. I'll show you what I want."
They were counins and great friend?,
these young folks. 0 course tho world
insisted they were something more,
whereat they often laughed heartily.
Each liked the other bttter than any
one eltc, bui Will was quite sure that
his wife must not flirt an outrance as
Miy would do, and Milly thought Will
the best fellow in the world, bnt to
dreedfully matter-of faot. They weie
quite 8 greed that they never could be
lover?, and I tbink were sincere, for
Milly did not mind his seeing hair in
crepe pius, an I Will was altogether in
different to tho faot that sheknehe
waxed bis mustache. In all joint en
terprises, Milly, in virtuo of her quick
cleverness, wss engineer, and Will, the
brawDy, muscular machine, was won
derfully obedient to her small hands.
She flitted betwixt parlor and work
shop with rule nnl square, measuring,
planning, and calculating, and her ideas
rapidly grew into tangible shape.
"What is tho matter, Will?" tdie
askeJ, noticing a decidedly f-erptntine
mark that, should have been straight.
"'I wnn'-achav of terbacker ; and
that's what's the matter with me.'"
"The ha'cfnl ttuff. It has almost
ruined your nerves now. What will
you be by tho time you ire fifty V"
" Don't know. It's awfully comfort
ing now. (lunld'nt ,;et on without it."
" Awfully diHCoiiifotiii.; to the rest cf
Hip world. You tobacco uhewrs can
have no idea how diHugre-eablo it is for
the ,irl to talk ijyou."
" Y'.-u do suppress it heroically, 1
have never seen the least manifestation
of' snch a thing."
" After that medest speech, let's go
to work again."
" Well, this affair is ready for the
Itottom. How must that be ?"
" Saw two bits of plank, two by three
inches ; nail them ontaide on the lower
corners ; put a strip three- inches wide
from one to the other. Tut the bottom
tin inch from the lower edge of this ;
let it slope to the back to secure drain
" Drainage? I don't understand."
iDo te 11 3'ou. Yon will in
" Will fun leave this thing its uatu
"I'd like to stain it oak. As I can't,
I must whitewash it."
" Whitewash rubs otE"
" Not my sort," which was this, and
I recommend it to all in need of the
article, from Credit Mobilierista down,
or np : Into one gallon of sweet milk
stir powdered lime till a little thicker
than cream, add a tcacupful of turpen
tine, stir well and apply with a paint
brush, almost einal to white lead.
The "thing" was finished, and leaned
against the wall, white and staring,
in virtue of three coats.
" What will she do with it ?" queried
" Wait aud see," was the sententious
" Can you get up at day-break to
morrow, and go to the swamp for moss
and ferns ?"
"I reckon so. If you will go with
me. I wouldn't know what you want."
" All sorts high, long and creeping.
Any green thing that lives in shade,"
" All right ; you shall have them."
And tine enough, Milly was wakened
before sunrise by the call, " Here is
your trash a whole cartdoad," and
running down, was soon able to realize
her ideal screen. The bed of the frame
was filled with earth and small stones.
Id it vere planted all sorts of fern, the
tall Jnea at the back, the low-growing
nex .and the delicate "Viny creepers
iJriVerrhB-Tilgp; thttrr tho surface
was covered with fresh green moss, ana
a couple of luxuriant basket-ivies put,
one at each end, and trained to small
j!iuls in the outer board, so as to make
a lovely living frame for the lovely
living picture. Even prosaic Will was
delighted with the result, while Milly
could have danced with joy. This
room was her especial pride. The
pictures, brackets etc., were all of her
choosing. She had an idea of rooms
expressing chaiacter, and this day, of all
days, wanted hers to show a fanltlesj
taste. She was a sensible girl, though
I cannot affirm that she "had no non
sense about her." Her weakness for
poetry, which she wrote of the desper
ately sentimental kind, common with
ptople of healthy, highly-nervous or
ganism. Consequently she was shy of
having it seen, and few of her nearest
friends ever saw it. Will was pro
foundly ignorant upon the subject. He
could not understand, you know. Rural
Quill, Esq., was somewhat a celebrity,
wrote humorous aiticles that went the
rounds of the state press, and was
hailed wherevtr he went by the same
unquestioned authority, "Wit, Soholar,
Patriot, l'oet," anfl, indeed, only missed
being a great man by so many others
having been greater in his peculiar
line. Ho was editor qt " The Clarion,"
published in Lynesville, a live town,
some thirty miles away. Some months
ago Milly had sent him, with a letter,
quaintly apologetic for the "sin of
rhyme," a pcem, beginning
"Above the fitfuj moaning soa
The wild winda sigh and uhiver,
0 ! Winds ! Blow home my love to me ;
I love my love foraver,"
and so on, through a dozen stanzas,
wherein several most heart-breaking
images, und oil available rhymes for
liver, Never, Quiver, aud Shiver, were
completely used up. He had replied
assuring her that "The sin of rhyme
is one not to be paliatcd here, nor par
done din tho world ta come, but when
0L6 can writo as you do (and that one a
womaB) then 'tis sinful to be silent,"
and published her poem as one "that
would do credit to the pages of our
bent magazinee," and the orrespond
enco and contributions bad gone on,
increasing m vigor and intetsity until
now. 11m lust letter had said, "In
such a OB89 I too know no impossible,'
so live o'clock Thursday afternoon will
find me in presence of the Rose of
Britr Wool," ard this was the fatal
Thurfday. It was not without trapida
tinn that i he!oiitlibvl all the moment
um fifl'ir to Will and she was relieved
that, his only oorummt wa, "Take
core that he don't get scratolied. No
loie without a thorn, you know."
Thot was a busy day for Milly. She
tilled the bouse with flowtra till Will
deolarej "tho garden had moved in
doors," ransacked the orchard for
choicest fruits and helped the cook get
up many and various dainty supper-
dishes. At i o'clock sho weut to array
herself in the frecbcft of muslins, and
came down a perfect picture, with her
white draperies and tea rotes and helio
trope crowning her brown braidH. ' She
was pardonably proud of her appear
ance. Even Will thought "there
wasn't girl in the whole country who
could bold a candle to Milly iu that
rig." How he liked to tease her, so
now ho eaid : " I know von tlnn't ni.
low spittoons in the -parlor, Miliy bnt
you'd bettor have one hunted uh. 'I'll
bet my head your oditorial friend chews,
and, with the eocentrioity of genius, he
may take yonr new screen for a substi
"Horrors! What profanation! It
would be unworthy a Feejce Islander,
No, sir ; whoever else allows it, my face
is set agaimt it for all time. But hush;
there he comes." And sure enough,
punctual to a minute, across the lawn
rolled a shining buggy, and from it
alighted the dapper and distingue Rural
When Milly recovered from the em
barrassed first greeting, she found her
self tete-a tete with an undersized, middle-aged
person, whose noticeable
points were a general wrinkled yellow
ness of complexion and a pair of dark,
kindly eyes. He was fluent, courtly,
polished, none of your self-made mer,
but the carefully manufacture! article.
Like his letters, he was extremely
complimentary. Had he not been a
little less than " all her fancy painted
him," Milly would have declared him
"splendid;" but nothing so disposes
to captious criticism as unfulfilled ex
pectations. Milly breathed more freely. Sapper
was over, and with it all danger of in
terruption. Papa Weyman slept the
sleep of the tired. Will sat on the
porch, whence he could tee and hear
"The Mataal Admiration Society."
I dori't Jtnow what was in his hearty
Hu mouth was full of lobaocn. Sap
per had been ever an hour, and Rural
Quill, Esq., was hard beset with the
peculiar craving teeth-on-edge sensa
tion born of abstinence and eating,
known to all tobacco-chewers. He
strove against it valiantly, but who
can master the giant, Habit? Milly
went for the writing desk to show him
her last poem. She might bo away ten
minutes. He would quiet his nerves
with a chew. Bnt she was not. She
recrossed the threshhold almost before
the precious morsel was settled in place.
There was a very becoming tremor in
the white hand that held towaid him
the fairly written sheet. He gave it
back with a most superlative bow.
She must read it to him. Even its
music would be enhanced by her lips.
Milly did read it, then wandered on
into a discursive review of her favorite
poets, which, I am bound to Bay,
abounded more in quotations than com
mon sense for woman's memory is
always ahead of her judgment but was
not wholly destitute of that invaluable
article. It was almost a monologue,
and her wonder grew and inorcased over
the sudden quenching of editorial bril
liance. Terhaps he was bored, but too
civil to interrupt her. She would
change the subject by a question to
which he must make a direct and
lengthy reply. Sho began :
"By the way, Mr. Quill, are tou
ready to give me that 'critical and ex
haustive analysis of my poetic powers
which your letter promised me 'when
" Poor Mr. Quill. Just then he was
neither critical nor analytical. His
chair was on the hearth-rug ; between
him and the white draped window sat
Milly, a seeming embodiment of the
pure, cool room, intently icgarding
him. His month was f nil, yet speak he
must. The tcreen caught his ye.
Here was a way out of his dilemma.
The next moment tobacco juice went
splashing over moss and fern, and Rural
Quill was himtelf again, brimming
over with facts, fancies, and compli
ments. With them we have naught to
do. Milly listened with a decent graoe,
but " the gloss had departed, the magic
had flown." Indeed, it were not too
much to say that " the trail of tho ser
pent was over them all."
Rural Quill, E?q., never came bock
to Brier Wood. Milly did ask him to
" cail a?ain," but so indifferently that
hi wisely concluded to make' himself
henceforth "conspicuous by his ab
sence in that region. As they watriid
him on his winding", luoon lit way, Will
"His coming and going have fon
vinoed me of two things."
" What are they?"
"First, I must stop chewing tobacco."
" Good ! A needed reform. And the
" Tbn I must marry you."
" Milly's answer to this, with the
moral of my story, I Miall leave to the
individual discernment of each render.
LouIhvUIc Courier Journal,
Few things not absolutely essential to
happiness add more to the enjoyment of
life than social interchange of evening
visits among friends and neighbors.
Indeed, we are not quite sure that it is
not e(eiitial to happiness as it is, for
we can live to good purpose and pleasure .
without many of bur luxuries, without ,
fine clothes, costly pictures, splendid
jewels, bnt we cannot live to any use at
all without fiiends and the upbubbling
bf friendly emotions and the fruition of
ideas that they arouse. Our natures
would grow dry as husks if our feelings
were kindled only for our own immedi
ate home circle, and the very apotheo
sis of selfishness would take place with
us isolated from outside interests and
love of our land. Nor would our intel
lects fare much better than our emo
tional natures; for if genius itself is an
intermittent fountain, as Goethe Baid,
the source of ordinary thought and
fancy must be quite as capricious, and
our buckets must need all the replen
ishing from the wells of our neighbors
that can be had. If it were not for tne
perpetual weaving among us of the
warp and woof of each other s ideas,
the varvinir views of things when st eu
from each other's stand-point, we might
as well be living solitary in the caves oi
the desert or on the tops cf pillars in
the town for all the good we should do
to ourselves or the world either, For
really no ene helps himself without
helping the world, too, in its great, on
ward march toward a civilization that,
we may hopj, thall be as much higher
than this as this is higher than the bar
hgmtii nbl dais, before those giant
monsters, steam auJelecioity, were,
in-the' language of ih oratorB, liar-
HeBsed to-the car of progres. -
Still we do not mean to be under
stood as advistng.or encouraging frivo
lous eaddine to the neglect of some
rbitifs. bnt. first assuming that home
duties are already discharged, as the
greater part of them may well be, leav
ing the houts of eje-tryjng jampugui.
for lesser matters, we urge the cultiva
tion of a sooial spirit to enliven the
evenings and to afford nucleus of harm
ICS's enjoyment. We all know how
keen that enjoyment can be- -the bright
igeussion that en lghtens even the
listener who will not take the trouble to
think : the latest news, with its gay
gossiping ; the eager game, the song, tho
reading, pretty toilets, pieasani man-
uerB, cordial wordsof hosts and triends;
the checrv separation : the lying dowu
to sleep at the end of it all, well pleased
with the well-rounded day ; the senso
that snoh evenings ought 1 3 come twico
as often as they do and that we mcau
to have them.
The Cruelty or Monkey?.
An amateur naturalist, writing of the
fondcejs of cruelty for its own siiko ob-
sr-i vable in the human species, says :
To refer to the striking similarity ot
this passion in man to that which is man
ifested by monkeys, is not, of course, to
ixplain its origin ; but I am quite sure
that it is in the monkejs that tbis ex
planation is to be sought. ' Fvery ouo
knows that thete animals show the keen
est ieliehtin wantonly tortni ing others,
but every one docs not know how
much trouble an average monkey will
nnt himself to in order that he may
gratify this taste. One example will
suffice. A friend who has lived a long
time in India tells me that he has not
unfrequently seen monkeys feigning
death, for an hour or two at a time, for
the express purpose of inducing crows
and other carniverous birds to approach
within grasping distance ; and when
ono of the latter was caught, the de
lighted monkey would put it to all kinds
of agonies, of which plucking alive
seemed to be the favorite. As I am not
awore that any other animal exhibits
this instinct of inflicting pain for its
own sake (the cabe of a cat with a
mouse, belonging, I think, to another
category), I believe, if its origin is ever
to receive a scientific explanation, it will
be found in some way conneMed with
Anna Dkkinkon is uoon to make her
debut as Joan of A?o. Slie wi.l apf ear,
uionnted on ii anow-whilo palfrey, but.
is much :rijburrflssrd by tho oonfliel, of
historical authorities as lo whether Jon
usel a side-faddlo or followed the iu)e
lail down iu United States calvary
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