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THE PERRYSBURG JOURNAL, FRIDAY, AUGUST 28, 1903.
I It'n see the oxen nmulln' down Ilia shaded
Am' kin henr the driver singing nnd kin see
him swing his Kond,
And kin hear the wagon crenkln' with Its
heavj harvest load,
An" It bilnrrs a bciiso of pleasure and o'
clover smells to me,
Tcr It's Just what 1 wns railed to, an' what
1 have alwnjs knowed!
Thej's a red-hot trumpet blossom flamln'
out among the green
Of a vino 'at wraps a tree trunk In lta stlr-
rln' husllln' sheen.
And the boughs seems dlpptn' to'ards It,
an' the big ticcs seem to lean
Sorter shelterln' an' loIn' 'bout the frnglle
Trumpet bloom, nn' rond an' oxen, It's all
mine, the hull blamed scene!
It's all mine! where birds are ncstln' In
the Fwnjln', dlppin' boughs!
It's all mine! the tangled thicket where the
jnjs an' cat-bhds rows!
An" the hecp besldo the rondsldo where
tht j lay around or browse!
All ure mine! I hear 'cm beutln' In the
fn'lln' of the gloam,
An 1 stand an" listen, listen, for the low In'
dC the cows!
Tor the low In' of old Drlndlc brlngln' home
Hie ineek-ejed herd'
lr the sleep's contented blealln' an' the
snunblilln' of the bird!
An' tl.e crenkln' of the wagon, where the
lonilunj dust Is stlncd
Uj the heavy-footed oxen brlngln' home
the hai vest load!
And I'm happy, happy, happj ! Ses, 1 am!
You take mi woid!
J 51 Lewis, In Houston Post
By SARA LINDSAY COLEMAN
(Cojij right, 1503, by Daily Storj l'ub Co)
IT WAS Aniil. Outside the tain fell
in torrenU; inside the Uachelor
linn mid the llnchclnr .Maid sipped ten.
The wood lire ct tickled, the 'blight lit
tle hettleN song wir a cheery one.
The tea wanned the Uachelor
tliroit,'li and tin oiigli. He leaned hack
contentedly, looked at the Maid, and
"If j on don't mind, I'd like to go on
drinking your tea all my dnjs."
The Mnid riut down her cup. "Poor
dear." she said. "Your birthday, too.
I the tea's made a new way, and jou
ore too old for innowitioiib."
"Yes," said the Uachelor, seriously.
"I'm old. I've Faid bon voyage to mj
joutli. It's a sciious thing to be old
find feel constrained to iniitiinion-t ;
it's mote serious to go down the hill
nlone. Now, I want to settle. I like
you I like jour tea; so, if jou don't
"Hut I do mind." The HaelielorMnid
was ery prettj whin her tricksy dim
ples flashed and 1 er white teeth
gleamed. "I like to lime jou drink mj
tea. If we were if things were dif
ferent jou'd drink some otiier wom
an's tea. Whj, the un to lose a man
Jiiend is to is that v.iij. If jou don't
mind, jou'll settle els-where and still
drink my tea."
April lingered when the Uachelor
Jict called March had crept into her
firms and frocn her, through. The
Maid leaned against silk cushions piled
BUG SWAYED IN A HAMMOCK,
high, indolent and giaccftil, a gicat
criinson-sliadcd lamp shining down on
her beaut . The itumes leaped behind
spaikling fire-dogs; the room wns
warm nnd still und flagrant with the
faint bicath of violets.
"I'm going to be mariied," the Uach
"Good," laughed the Maid. "Are j ou
yen much "
"At 20 I was very much. I wrote
rlij ines nnd lost sleep. Hut it comes
nwiij from n UO-j ear-old chap like his
milk teeth. Now, at 30 it don't come
uwny so ens.-j,"
"Neither do teeth," airily. "Is
"Very," said the Unchelor. "Im
menselj so for her jeats. She knows
the Uachelor Muld of to-dny Is the
tspluster of to-morrow; she knows
thai a spinster is a sort of an orphan
miserable old woman who looks out
from some little corner in a relative's
.house at happiness, having none of
CARRIES HER OWN BUTTER.
Woiiiiiu Itallvrii- I'mmenKi-r Kept It
I'rcNli Diii'Iiih; u Hot
' It I dc.
A middlo-ngeil woman, well gowned,
carried a. llttlo parcel when sho went
In to bioakfp.at on the dining car of a
train which was approaching Now
York one morning lately. Sho sat at
taulo, put tho parcel hi her lap and
Inside of several folds of things was
a pound pat of butter, She held it in
hor lap duiing tho meal and helped
herself from It, spurning tho uuttor
aupplled by tho company.
her own so she's going down the hill
"I shall call, being your very old
friend." The Maid couldn't hnve been
nnj one's very old friend. "I when did
she sny yesV"
The Uachelor hesitated. The Mnid
was terribly wise for her 27 jenn.'.
"Some girls are too eager," he par
ried. "They have jeses all prcttlh
prepared nnd tucked away just out of
sight. One has 11 suspicion "
'Yes, ' said the Mniil, with scorn, "one
hasquite a .suspicion."
"It isn't true." The Uachelor had de
parted, and the Maid stood, one foot
on the fender, her sliong, young eyes
on the coals. "It isn't true, but it will
be some day. Pcihnps no," sternly,
as if to nn invisible eulpilt; "you'd
be n caged bird jou'dbe the starling
that wauled to get out to get out.
And." dimpling, "he'll still dilnkyour
The flrt of Mnj found the Uachelor
Maid in the country. She swajed in
a hammock and gaed at nn orchard
that was a while nnd perfumed mantle
Hung on the hillside's shoulder. Mar
riage wns not for her. If she had been
meant for marriage she wouldn't have
stnjed content thiough 27 j ears. She
found it good to be joung, strong,
beautiful, and as free as the air she
At the end of the first week n tele
ginm came from the Uachelor. It!
tend: "Too busy to come down."
Much of the Maid's second week at
the fnrm was spent in the hnmmock.
She didn't sway it, though. She wns
thinking hard, and she wanted it still.
One couldn't keep from thinking when
one's verv best man friend was going
to get himself married such a dear,
dear fellow, too; one couldn't help
from wondering if the girl would prove
the light girl.
At t lie week's end another telegram.
It said: "Very much Kngnged."
The Maid got lcslless. It is, oh, a
erj seiious thing to get lestless when
,v 011 are bordeiing on 2S. and a woman.
She deserted the hammock und took
to tramping the country over long,
The Uachelor came the last week in
Maj. He was as coidially glad to see
the Maid as a man veiy full of him
self, liis own plans nnd his coming hap
piness, of which he talked at tiresome
length, could be. The Maid rose to
the occasion with exaggerated cheer
fulness. They discussed houses nnd
their furnishings, floors and their flll
ings, servants and their failings.
The moon's lound wavered on the
hill when the Uachelor said good-by.
He whistled as he went down the lane,
and past the frngiant orchard.
Tlie Maid couldn't deceive herself
she wanted n pillow. There wns one
in the deserted hammock. It smelled
like smoke, and, with something not
far from a sob, she buried her face in
its deeps. Down through the ages a
pillow has been a woman's Geth
se 111 a 11 e.
The Maid sat up to find the moon
man's grin nn evil thing; the shadows
were cieepy, and, by some injsterious
Alice-in-Wouderland process, the glow
ing, sumptuous Uachelor Maids all 01 er
the land had shrunk and shriveled.
From the little corners that didn't be
long to them they looked out pale,
patient, hungrj-eyed. The Maid shiv
ered. She was having a bad half-hour.
And suddenly the Unchelor stood be
side her. He said his train was late;
the Maid said nothing.
"Shall we go in?" his voice was so
licitous. He extended his hand; no
woman can get out of a hammock alone
withnnj show of grace, and snid: "The
dcv. is fulling. Isn't it just a little Im
prudent young people have rheuma
tism earlier than they once did."
Tlie Majd buried her face in the
fiiendlv hammock and laughed lijs
teiicallj. The Uachelor fell to his
"ItS beastly dull diwn here; it's got
jou nervous, dear. Come away with
ine, dear. I know just the place for a
honcj moon," he pleaded.
"Won't jou mj beloved." TheUnch
elor's voice was past recognition.
The Uacheloi's face paled.
"You are jou me " came in a
choked voice from the pillow.
A flash of triumph was in the Hache
lor's ejes. "At it ngain, as usual," he
said, in very humble tones. "Snj jes,
deat est; and I'll quit it."
The Mnid sat up.
"Isn't there anjbody?" she asked,
"There's you, and jou again just
jou in tlie whole wide world," more
"I I hn hnte you that is I I-.
love you You dear, a-bom abomi.
nnblc thing, jou," wailed the Maid.
The Uachelor diew her up into his.
"And jou have acted nbrrminnbly!
You know I always meant to saj yes
thnt ib if I was ever asked decently.
I wanted to sny jes; I wnnted to be
woo wooed In n benu-utif 11 1 old fash
ioned wa-w ay. I 1 ha-te hate
The Uachelor, having wisdom
straight from the gods, held her close
and said nothing.
"I've had her before," whispered
tho waiter, responsive to an Inquiring
look from a man across tho aisle.
"What puzzles mo Is how sho keeps
the butter during this hot rids from
Tho porter oxplalnod It. Tho wom
an had a stateroom and kopt tho but
ter on ico In tho prlvnto washbowl.
Few persons when traveling go to
such pains to sot palntablo butter.
IIcpciiiIm oil the Itut.
Bacon I hato to see a man got lute
a rut and stay thoro, don't you?
Kghnrt No; If a man gets Into a ru(
malting money I like t o sco him continue
thoro. YonUors Statesman.
THEY OBEYED "OLD JACK."
SoncMiiH JnelCMiiu'N Control Over Men
IllUHtrnteit by 1111 Antc-lld-
1 11 111 Incident.
The power which was in the personal
presence of "Stonewall" Jackson and
his influence over those with whom ho
associated Is well Illustrated by an In
cident which happened early In 1SC1.
The convention which was to decide
the attitude of Virginia rn the coming
conflict was In session hi Illchmond.
As Is well Ituown, both the union nnd
the secession paitles were stiong In
the state, and the delegates to the con
vention were correspondingly divided In
sentiment, sas Youth's Companion.
The students and professors of the
Virginia military institute, situated In
Lexington, Va., were almost unanimous
ly In favor of secession. At Washing
ton college, now Washington and T.po
university, in '. - t
v.wt. iu me uigm, unu was ij ni, in me
mud. The students suspected that the
students of the Virginia military Insti
tute were responsible for tho outrage,
but having no proof, contented them
selves with cleaning tho flag and re
It was not long before a group of stu
dents from the Virginia military insti
tute stoiped on their way by, and, in
the Unlit of open day, undertook to haul
the flag down. This time tho Wash
ington boys were on the alert, and, fall
ing upon the depredators, handled them
somewhat 1 ougiily and beat them from
The report that a number of Washing
ton men had beaten one cadet without
provocation throw the institute into an
uproar, and the whole corps immediate
ly turned out to avenge their comrade.
Arming themselves with whatever they
could lay their hands on, they formed In
battle array and proceeded toward
Washington college. Their ad ersarif-s,
although not so well drilled, armed
themselves In like manner, and awaited
Jackson, then a major, was in church,
but an excited whisper from a frightened
citizen who had hurried in appraised
him of what had happened. Ho calmly
lose and passed out, to find his whole
corps coming up the street in much dis
order, but with battle in their faces.
One glance at the scene, and his decision
As quietly as he had left the church,
he placed himself at the head of the
corps, and began to give commands,
looking to the better order of the col
umn. The boys were roused to the
highest pitch of enthusiasm by the lead
ership of "Old Jack," and were quits
ready to kill every Washington boy who
opposed them. Promptly came the
necessary commands for their forward
movement, and the citizens stood aghast.
Little by little the cadets fell into per
fect order, and little by little their obe
dience to command became automatic.
HJ "cSS&a: ftt. ..
BEAT THEM FROM THE GROUNDS.
Tramp! tramp! on they went to battle
for tho southern confederacy, and to
avenge the comrade who had suffered In
The consternation of the citizens In
creased. Tho corps would sooiflbcl In
sight of Washington college, and blood
would suddenly be shed. Dut suddenly,
"Halt!" rang out Maj. Jackson's curtcst
tones. "Right wheel! March!" came in
quick succession, and tho corps was
marching In another direction. At tho
next street corner the commands were
repeated, and Instantly obeyed, and the
faces of the cadets wero toward the
Institute, to which they marched In per
They said afterward that they had
been so int?nt on obeying Old Jack's
commands that they did not realize what
wait happening until he dispersed them
at the Institute.
Cliecrfnl In .Suite of IloIU.
When Admiral Farragut's health was
suffering from tho continued strain of
his labors and anxieties, and from tho
climate of tho Mississippi valley and Mo
bile bay, he wrote: "I am as well as al
man can be who can neither sit, walk
nor stand Ave minutes at a time on ac
count of Job's comforters. But, thank
God (I have so much to bo thankful for
that I am thanking Him all tho tlmo),
am othorwlso In pretty good condi
tion." Chicago Post.
Clime of tlie Dlntiirlinncc,
Tho Farmer (In tho sideshow, look
ing around In alarm) Gosh! whero'a
all the rattlesnakes?
Tho Lecturer Don't bo alarmed, my
rleud. It's only our living skeleton,
who la suffering from the ague, you
hoar. JudgR. i.
TOUCHING WAR INCIDENTS.
ISnemlcx In llnltlc Join llunili nnd (Jo
Out of I, He Together
Incidents of tho first battle are re
membered and recorded, simply be
cause it was tho first groat light, al
though every battle during tho con
flict had Its share of touching Inci
dents, says the American Tribune.
At Dull Run a young Florldan lay
with a fearful shot wound in his side,
which toro out two of his ribs.
With every bent of his heart the
poor fellow's life blood was spurting
out, and ho begged plteously for wa
ter. A member of the New York Fire
Zouaves was in the act of handing the
wounded confederate a dilnk from his
canteen, when a shot struck him and ho
fell mortally wounded.
The confederate recognized the foe
man's uniform, and saw that he was
partly hurt while In tho perfoYmance
of an net of mercy.
Holding out his feeble hand and
"LET US DIE rrtlENDS."
clasping that of the union man, ho
"Enemies wa came Into this battle,
let us die friends."
"In the name of God," said the other,
"so let it be."
One who lay near them related the
story, and said that he left them with
their -hands clasped in death.
In the same battle Maj. Colburn, of
the Second Connecticut, captured a Ger
man who had been a member of tho
Eighth South Carolina regiment.
The prisoner, with tears in his eyes,
said that his brother lay djlng a short
distance off, and asked to be permitted
to see him., Tho major not only con
sented, but went with the man to a log
hut but a tew yards away.
On the north side of the hut lay a
confederate soldier with his eyes
closed and the gray pallor of death on
The prisoner spoke to him, and with
an effort he opened his eyes. The pris
oner fell on his knees besldo him, and,
kissing him, cried out in German:
"My brother! Oh, my brother! What
will our poor widowed mother do when
she hearsvthat j ou are dead and I am a
"It is God's will. Let us pray as
when we knelt beside her knee."
And clasping hands, the brothers
prayed In whispers till death came to
one, and the thunder of artillery and
the bursting of shells made it necessary
to send the other to the rear.
It was at Bull Run that a stalwart
Irishman brought In three prisoners,
and when asked how he managed to
capture so many single handed, he
"Be jabbers, I surrounded 'em!"
Nothing can better illustrate fho
power of first impression than the expe
rience related to me by a soldier who
was for the first time under fire at
Bull Run, but who subsequently distin
guished himself as an officer of unsur
passed gallantry. He said:
"I must confess that I was thor
oughly frightened, though I stayed In
the ranks until we were ordered back.
After tho first great fire of the enemy
upon our troops, a great many men fell
wounded all around.
"And from many of them the cry
went up: 'Oh, God, have mercy on my
soul!' So earnest was the cry, and so
contagious, that I found myself making
almost unconsciously to myself tho
same prayer over and over again, as I
was fighting: 'Oh, God, have mercy on
"For t'wo or three nights after tho
battle, though I had the opportunity, I
could not sleep. Ringing through my
ears at all hours of the day and night,
for weeks afterward, was the impas
sioned, earnest cry, which I cannot
describe, but never can forget: 'Oh,
God, have mercy on my soul!' Only
men entering Into eternity could utter
Gen. I.OKrnn'n Itetort.
A man who knew John A. Logan In
.southern Illinois before tho civil war
recently told me that on a certain oc
casion young Logan found It necessary
to doubt tho veracity of a man con
siderably older than himself, and told
hlnj so without any circumlocution.
"Don't you call me a liar, sir," said
tho man, excitedly. "I have a reputa
tion to maintain, and I mean to main
tain It If I havo to do it at the point of
"Oh," said Logan, calmly, "that won't
bo necessary. You maintain your rep
utation all right every time you tell a
He." Brooklyn Eagle.
"What do you think of these experi
ments in aerial navigation?" asked tho
"I regard them," said tho man who
doesn't approvo of anything, "merely
as renewed efforts on the part of tho hu
man race to make Itself ridiculous,
After wo havo learned to fly, I suppose
wo will bo oxpected to perch on a limb
I and try to warble." Washington Star,
IN THE REALM OF POESY.
Now you, John Henry, taln't no uss
To slun' up Jnlh an' mak no 'sense;
You needn't tlnk ou foollu' me,
1 sutnj has got ejmtosce'
Oh I s jo' slslnh, ja, dat's trur
Hut den what BooVa dm rIup to do7
Dei ain't no us? In tollln' lies,
You look right shouplsh J'oir. o' ejeat
I.e'9 sec yo" han'r tth huh, I knowed
You washed 'em, but do ti aces shown!.
Let's see jo' mn'af; hit looks Ink Ink!
Yo' slstah caln'ttell 'serves, 'out Ink!
Oh in,, but jo's a naughty chile!
I haa to look nt yo' one while;
You needn't tvvls' in all dem curves,
To t'lnk jo"U stole jo' ma's punscrves.
Ef I tol' ma I guess you'd git
The lines' whupiiln' cvah jll;
But guess I'll keep tt to mjse'r
Erbout dat Jah erpon do sho'f;
Case ma's des awful vv'cn she stnhts,
An' nv oh, how a vvhuppln' smahts!
So j ou clomb up? Oh, she'd be madder;
Say, toll mo whalh jou put do ladder
Paul L-iureuco Dunbar, In Good House
keeping. The Summer 5IioMer.
They were grlmj and dusty, the wayiiTTa
And even tho grass la brown and dry,
The hot sun beat on the distant tow ers
Till thej seemed n -nut ot the lmldskj,
And the brooklet loitered nnd seemed to
The furnace heat of the August air.
Then out of the east a cloudlet lose
And over the sun a huzo was spread;
The robins woke from their noon lopose
And the blossoms stirred In the garder.
A roll ot thurder, a dash of hall.
And lltjhtiiliig Hashes that clctt the skj,
Then mlndrons beating the hill nnd dale
And bending the lloweis as they passed
Beautj and fragrance cast and west,
Tho song of bhds In each vvnjslde tree.
A child that ci ooncd on Its mother's breast.
And sti earn and meadow ajoj to see
Tor, boin oC a cloud's carts.slnf hand,
Gloij and gi ace had blessed tho land,
Lalia .Mitchell, In Tarm Journal.
I'm truh and honestlj sony for him:
The lines of his life seem excesslvelj grim.
When .ihe weather Is mensuilng V) or so,
He takes It to heart as n personal woe
It seems nothing less than a mortal ills-
That l.e should be warm like the rest of
' the race.
And jour own tribulations seem trilling-
So busj jou're kept feeling sorry for him
When some of his monej has wandered.
aw aj .
You forget all tfTo losses j ou meet daj by
It seems even unjust that his soup should
Though jour own l.as been so ou occa
It's lucky to be Just aneerydn man.
Who Isn't put up on the sensitive plan
His chances for comfortarealwnjs so sllra,
I'm trulj and honestlj sorrj for him.
Mliht OIT Huttprnn.
We saw the lightship winnow ing the west
With its thin fan of flame, nnd from afar
A beacon glimmered like a ruddy star
Across the ocean's undulating breast.
Here In this haunt that harbors storm for
Where currents Join with roaring ti eh.
There was no sign of tumult, naught ta
The night's blue vastnes3 and the sen3e of
Peace lay upon the waters; o'er the sky
Peace pread the visible aura of Its wings;
It w'as as though the warring wlmlj
We felt that from the void's immensitj,
The brooding mj&urj that round It
Leaned the Inscrutable whom we nam
Clinton collard, In Youth's Companion.
Ill GrcutCNt Glory.
HU greatest glorj was not in his jcars
His manj j tars nor In what he hud done,
Nor In the world's respect, the peoples
As, Ijlng there, he watched the lastsandj
His gtoatest glorj was not In the love
That nations j itlded to him, but above.
And gianier""ihan his grealness, mor
Tboi all he w rought and all he hoped to do.
Par greater, as the last sands trlckied
His long-used, long-enduring glass of
Was that sweet faith that, as tht darknesj
Permitted him to whisper:. "All Is well."
S. E. Klser, In Chicago Record-Herald.
When tlie Ilrltclit IlnjB Conic.
When the bright dajs come, with th
splendor of their light,
We'll forgot the solemn darkness of tha
long and lonesome night,
And brighter heavens shall bless us, with
brighter dreams In sight,
When the bright when the bright davi
When the bright dajs como we'll forget a
world of sighs
And the tears that were n tempest over
human hearts and ejes,
And we'll see the angels beckon from th
windows of the skfes
When tho blight when the bright dajs
F. L Stanton, In Atlanta Constitution.
No wlntrj silence be It e'er so long
But springtime wakes It with the blrd'
No daj so drear but after frost and snow,
E'en tn far north, tho sweetest roses blow.
No night so long but daj light comes at last,
And the pink dawn forgets tho darknes
No work so toilsome but the task begun
On earth is finished with tho Morning Sun.
No wnj so rugged but the wanderer's feet
Shall walk unwcuij in the golden street.
No parting ever but the God of Love
Shall join the parted in tho land abovs.
3, S. Redmayne, In Chambers' Journal.
The Siiiik Uiihuui;.
It lives In silence
When the lips are mute,
And loves lies shattered
Like a broken lute.
It lives In ellenco
When, with weeping eyes,
A nation gathers
Where the poet lies.
It lives In silence '
When the many long:
"For a land where labor
Makes life a song,
Charles W, Stevenson, In N Y, Otx
The Mory ot II mill P.
A swarra ot fat, lazy young UBR
But out (O disturb tho sweet PPP.
When U ueked them, "Y?"
With a wink of the I,
They said; "Oh, vvo'ie quite at our EEEJ,s
I said: "If j ou harm those dear PPP,
Or continue the sweet things to TTT,
Then tho Jlrat llttlo B
That I happen to C
Shall be banished straight ovnr he CCC!"
Laura G. Woodbury, la Youth's Conv
The Question Annrrcrcil.
Esttll Springs, Tcnn., Aug. 21th. Many
questions nio being asked of Air. 0. D. Uol
of tins place in regard to his w ondcrf ul re.
covcry. For two j ears he has bf-endown with
his back Ho was to very bad that he could
not even Inco his shoes, nnd fiom this con
dition ho suddenly appeared well and strong
It is no wonder therefore that his friend
arc asking him "How did jou do it?"
, He tells them all: "Bodd's Kidney Pills
did it," and adds "This remedy is a genuina
good medicine nnd one that 1 can lieartilj
recommend to evcrjbodj.
"Uverj one around hero knows how very
bad I vvas. I was so weak in my back that
I couldn't do an tiring tiiat needed stoop
ing or bending over, and three boxes of
Dodd's K idncy Pills made me as j ou 6cc, as
well as ever 1 was."
"They rertainly had a wonderf j! effect on
People who tell you they would be great
readers if they had the time are not 1) ing "
nboutit. They arc simply mistaken. Wash
ington (la.) Democrat.
Kmplro Stnto Express In "Toot-Hall.
Tho Now Yoik Control's Empiro Btato
Expics3 is recognized as tho swiftest and
BUicst train operated by America's pieatest
railroad, and considered tho very bcstnieaus
to cover tho ground in tho tlmo requited. It
U for this iciison that tho Hatvaid Uni
versity footb ill toam named their best and
surostnlayof thoBcasou of 1002 lliu "Empiro
State Express," for they believed it to bo
tho most lcllablo play in their programme.
It was successful throughout Iho season
until it mot Yale's "20lh Centuiy Limited''
play, which was just as swift, sale andsurc.
buthad longer enduranco and vvas "limited"
only by the sizo of tho Held. Tho names of
tho rival loams very correctly doscribo tho
difference in the famous trains, tho "Empiro
State" runnlnir only fiom Kcw Yoik to
Buffalo, vvhilo tho "50th Century Limited"
milcos tho DS0 miles between Now Yoik and
Chicago in twenty hours every day of tho
jeav. Gioat Is tho Now Yoil: Central and
gicat nro tho trains it operates swift, safo
and reliable. r oiii the JJioM'jn Standard
The mind that is much elevated and inso
lent with prospcritj, and cast downbv ad
eraitj, is gcncrallj abject and base.- Epi
curus. An HiMtorio I1 ltnllionit EiiRlnc. '
Tho Nashville, Chattanooga & St Lotus
ltailwaj i d-itiibuting free of charge an
attractive little booklet entitled "The Mory
of the 'Cieneral,' " winch contains an ex
ceedingly interesting account of tlie raid of
Capt. .lames J Andrew sand men during the
Civil War. It is profusely illustrated.
Tlie "(lencral" lm been cnt to Chatta
nooga, Tcnn., by the N., C. il St L It ;
and U thereto lcmam pcrmanentl It can
be seen nt any time by tiavclers pacing
through Chattanooga over this raihvav
Write to W. L DANLT2Y, G 1'A.N, C.
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Nothing in tlie world is more haughty
than a man of modeintc capicity whea
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