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Publish#*’ bv the Tbtbuwb Publish tag Co. ) J. H. DXVEAUX. Mmw > VOL. 111. The Heart's Call. He rides away in early light, Amid the tingling frost, And in the mist that sweeps her sight, His form is quickly lost. He crosses now the silent stream, Now skirts the forest drear, Whose thickets cast a silver gleam From leafage thin and sere. Long falls the shadow at his back (The morning springs before); His thoughts fly down the shadowed track, And haunt his cottage door. Miles gone, upon a hilltop bare He draws a sudden rein: His name, her voice, rings on the air, Then all is still again! She sits at home, she speaks no word, e>* But deeply calls her heart; And this it is that he has heard, Though they are miles apart. The Detective’s Prisoner, Two men sat together in the rear scat of a smoking car on one of our railroads and chatted familiarly of the ups and downs of a miner’s life, the topic being suggested by a landscape dotted with coal-breakers and furrowed with coal roads. The freedom and interest of their con versation did not seem to be damped by the fact that the younger of the two carried a revolver, while his companion wore a pair of those uncovetcd articles of jewelry which are known in criminal circles as “bracelets.” The few passengers who had observed them learned from the confidential brakeman that they were a noted detec tive and his prisoner on the way to trial. As far as ages went, the pair might have been taken for father and son, the fine gray head of the one contrasting strong ly with the crisp brown curls of his captor. What crime had been committed, the brakeman did not know, but hazarded a conjecture that it “must have been a pretty bad one, or George Munsen wouldn't have took the trouble to put them things on his wrists.” Presently the brakeman and the con ductor satisfied the joint demands of etiquette and curiosity by stopping to exchange a few words with the detec tive; the former then perched himself upon the coal-box directly behind the prisoner, and the latter dropped mag nificently into the seat in front. The train was sweeping around a curve and past a ruined trestle on the hillside at which both of the passengers looked with some interest. “I remember that place," said the older man. “So do I,” responded the younger; “I was born there. Came near being buried there, too,” he resumed after a moment’s pause. “How was that? ’ “It’s a pretty long story;” said the detective, “but I guess we’ll have time for it between this and the next station. Way up there on the slope is the little settlement where I made my debut, so to speak; from it to the bottom of the hill there used to be a gravity road---a long, winding track reaching from the settle ment down to the top of a blank wall of earth where a slide occurred the year I was born. On both sides of the track grew saplings that had sprung up since the disaster (what I am telling you hap pened five years later), and they crowded the road and hung over the old rusty rails on which the coal cars used to run. You must remember that the houses were built near the mouth of the pit—- that was one of the first mines worked in this country, and one of the first to be abandoned. Time I am telling about, some men were walking up track, and a lot of children playing near the top, climbing in and out of an old car which had lain there since it made its last trip, with the broken spraggs still in its wheels. “The men were miners, all but one of them, who questioned his companions about their work and the country they lived in. He was evidently a stranger. “Presently as they talked, a shout •from the top of the slope attracted their attention, and they looked up just in time to see the car begin to move slowly down the grade. SAVANNAH. GA.. SATURDAY. FEBRUARY 11.1888. “There was an impatient exclamation from the oldest man in the party. ‘Them brats is always up to some mis chief,’ he said. ‘They have started that old thing off at last; I’ve been ex pectin’ to see it go any time this five year. They'll be breaking their necks yet with their tomfooling.’ And another of the group added: ‘We must dust out of this lively, unless we want to get our own necks broke; she’ll either jump the rail or go to pieces at the bot tom; lucky there ain’t no one aboard of her.’ “The stranger was looking anxiously up at the approaching runaway. His quick eye had caught sight of some thing round and golden above the black rim. “‘There’s a child in that car,’ he said, quietly. “It was a second or two before his companions realized the awful meaning of that statement. A child! That was, as if he had said that in a few moments some o.ne--perhaps one of themselves— would be childless. “With one impulse they turned to look at the broken rails by the edge of the fault. Shuddering, they fixed their eyes again on the approaching mass, then hopelessly on each other. They could not dream of stopping the pro gress of the car. But quick as thought, almost, the stranger took hold of a sap ling and bent it down till it nearly touched the track. ‘Hold it,’ he said, to one of the men; ‘it will help to check her.’ A rod further down another and then a third and fourth were held in the same way. So four of the party waited for a few breathless seconds, while the two remaining ones hurried further down; but one more effort and the car was upon them. The first ob stacle was whipped out of the hands of the strong man who held it and the car rushed on to the second with scarcely lessened force. Again, the barrier was brushed aside, but this time the speed of the old wreck was perceptibly less. By the time the fifth obstruction was reached the new-comer was able to clamber aboard and throw the child into the arms of his companion, but before he had time to save himself the old truck had regained something of its momentum and was plunging on to wards the precipice. “Well, the man jumped just as they reached the edge, just before his vehicle shot over into the air, but he had very little time to choose his ground, and so landed, as luck would have it, on the only heap of stones in sight. Idle oth ers picked him up for dead, and carried him up to the settlement, where the miners held a regular wake over him. But he came to life in the middle of the festiv —the obsequies, I mean—and found that he was only crippled for life. “The miners, folksnot easily moved, were enthusiastic about the affair, and gave such testimonials as the could, to show their gratitude and appreciation. One of these expressions took the form of a souvenir, signed by every man in the place and stating in very grandilo quent language what the poor fell >w had done. His quick wit seemed to them more wonderful than his courage and devotion, in a community where neither quality is unusual at all. “The man who takes his own life in his hand every day, and has frequently to fight for the life of some companion, values a ‘brainy’ action. In the box with the testimonial was a purse of fifty dollars and a curious old gold cross, that had been treasured by the mother of the lad who was saved, as her one piece of finery. On it was rudely engraved these words: “ ‘Given by the miners at the Notch to the man who risked his life for a child:’ “That was all. The poor fellow went away and would have been forgotten, only that the old miners told the story sometimes to their children. The prisoner was looking out of the window. The conductor rustled around as though ashamed of the interest he had shown in the story—a story which he did not doubt was pure fiction. Only the brakeman gave way to his sympathy, and asked whether the man had ever beed found. “Not that I know of,” replied the de tective. “And was you the boy what he saved?” “I was the kid.” “And you never heer'd tell what be came of the man-—what would you do if you sh’d come acrost him sometime? ’ Evidently the brakeman had an imagin ation which was trying to assert itself. “Oh! I’d try to even the thing up somehow. I suppose common decency would demand that. I’d treat him as well as I knew how." “Look here,” said the prisoner, turn ing from the window with an apparent effort to change a conversation which, for some reason, had not seemed to interest him—“look here, old man, I’ve got a little keepsake that your story just reminded me of, and if I could get at it I’d ask you to take charge of it for me till—till this thing is over. If you’ll put your hand in there and pull out that bit of ribbon: so ” The conductor almost jumped out of his seat. “Blamed if it ain’t the cross that you’ve just been telling about!” he shouted. J: 4- A month later the detective was un dergoing a cross-examination by the conductor and brakeman. “Yes, he was a bad lot, oh, yes, he didn’t have a leg to stand upon; the facts were all as clear as day. All true about the cross and the rest of it? Just as true as gospel.. What had he been doing? Throwing bombs the last thing. Punished? Well, to tell you the truth they won’t be apt to punish him till they catch him again, I guess. Fact is, he got away from me somehow i that same night. Who, me? Oh, no. ! I’m not on the force any more; I’ve been bounced.”—[Edgar Bacon in Epoch. Woes of the Wealthy. Bad health afflicts the millionaire as iit docs the pauper. Many a modern I Midas has the dyspepsia and he cannot i eat the dainty things which his French | cook brings him. A writer says in the I Ohio State Journal: Amos Lawrence of Boston, did not dare to tempt his stomach by eating with his family, and had to confine him self to oatmeal gruel. Jay Gould lately telegraphed to a London doctor for a cure for neuralgia, and the pills which he received in response did not help him a bit. All the millions in the world will not stop the jumping toothache. Mrs. A. T. Stewart paid $32,000 a year to three physicians during her latter days and died at last. She was not happy under the process, and all of Mayor Hewitt’s wealth will not drive away insomnia. Insomnia is the ghost of many a rich man, and I doubt that ■ Hewitt would give many thousand ' dollars to know that it would never visit '• him again. He had in Washington dur i ing his congressional career a half dozen j different houses and could not buy sleep !at the highest rental rates. During part \ of the time he lived at Wormley’s hotel j and had the whole top floor reserved for him. He would travel from one bed room to another night after night seek ing a soporific pillow, but his efforts were often in vain, and the crowing of the cocks, the yelling of the cats and ' the barking of the dogs drove sleep ' from his eyelids. A baker who was probably happy when he made $5 a day, lived near Hewitt’s Washington house. This baker’s name was Kaiser, and this : Kaiser had a dog. The do:* disturbed I . . I Hewitt night after night, and Hewitt made such a fuss about it that his trouble was published in the papers I throughout the country. Kaiser, how- I ever, would not sell the dog, and the i rich man was forced to listen to it. i What He Learned. j Little Stuart had spent his first day ! at school. “What did you iearn!” was his aun ; tie’s question. “Didn’t learn anything.” “Well, what did you do?" “Didn’t do anything. There was a wom an wanting to know how to spell ‘cat” , and I told her.” Old-Fashioned Propriety. Those “society balls” were conducted I with great propriety and reserve. The 1 claim of every person of both sexes to be admitted having been previously de i termined by the responsible and trusty committee, there was a sort of tempo i rary and conventional equality on the | terpsichorean floor; and therefore every j gentleman had the privilege to invite a lady, without the formality of an intro duction, to figure in the dance as his partner. After it was over, he escorted her back respectfully to her seat, with out presuming, if unknown and not duly presented, to remain standing be fore her, or to sit by her side, to con tinue the conversation, or to prolong the accidental acquaintance. During the intervals of dancing, the gentlemen I walked up and down between the rows of ladies that densely lined the hall, some merely bowing as they passed to those whom they knew, and others stopping to converse. No woman, married or single, joined in this prome i nading with a male companion as is the ! custom in these present days and the eye of a lynx could not have detected the slightest flirtation. The word itself is not known, for the thing it means is for Louisiana a modern invention, which i had not then been patented and brought out for public use. In fact, this pecul ' iar pastime would have been impossible [ to attempt; it would have produced a | social earthquake.—[American Maga j zinc. Rare American Coins. I The only nickel three-ccnt piece | worth a premium is that of 1877, which i brings fifteen cents, but the little old ; three-cent silver pieces from 1863 to 1873, inclusive, all have premiums on ■ them ranging from fifteen to fifty cent’. The only nickel five-cent piece that is j worth a premium is the one of 1877, ! which is worth fifteen cents. The quarter of 1853, similar in ap pearance to the present issue, which his j on its reverse side no lines back of the eagle, is worth $2.50. Some of the older twenty -five cent pieces bring j much more, that of 1823 bring ing sls and that of 1827 bringing S3O. Among the half dollars there are several with premiums. That of 1776 is worth S2O; that of 1797 $lB, and there are smaller premiums for those of 1794, 1795, 1801, 1802, 1815, 1836 and 1852. The silver dollars come next in order, among the most valuable being those of 1794 (bust of Liberty with flowing hair), worth $25; 1836 worth sls; ’3O worth $10; ’sl and ’52 worth S2O each; and ’SB worth $lO. Other dates with premiums among the later issues are 1854, ’55, ’56, '57,’61,’63,’64,’65 and'67. The last five must be sharp impressions to be worth more than their face value. The coin highest in denomination worth a premium is the S2O, or double eagle of 1819, which brings SSO. —[Philadelphia News. A Good Word for Rattlesnakes. As to the cussedness of the rattlesnake, says J. W. Scptt in the Philadelphia Press, I would like to correct a very i common error. These otherwise danger ous reptiles always give warning, and never bite unless roughly trod upon or incautiously caught with the hand. Cn a cold, rainy or damp day, when partly torpid, they give no alarm, and will not bite under any circumstances. A man may take them up and fold them around his neck without harm. The same may be done at other times, but the per former must be extremely cautious. He may touch any part of the snake’s body except the tail or rattles. The rattler has a well-known but unwritten law: “Thou shalt not suffer any man to touch thy tail or thy rattles, on pain of death to the offender.” Observing this law, an expert may handle one of these reptile monsters almost any time with absolute impunity. It is needless to say, however, that I do not recommend such performance as an everyday exer ( cisc. Even an unloaded gun will some times go off unexpectedly. He that lives alone, lives in danger; I society avoids many dangers. (11.25 Per Annum; 75 cents for Bix Months; < 50 cents Three Months; Bingl# Copies I 6 cents--In Advance. Regulating Maladies by Diet. By fasting from sugar, or from meats, or other specific articles of food, it looks is though the distinguished patient, the crown prince of Germany, might at least benefit the suff ring world by the value found in the experiments he is said to oe undergoing. The control of some maladies by food is what every enlight ened physician now aims at. Teething babies are fed to suit their symptoms rather than treated with drugs. As tho Ledger pointed out some years ago, the time will come when human beings will have some share at least of the good mpoi vision that blooded animal stock has had for years in their food and treatment in order to improve their condition, health, muscle, endurance, peed, symmetry of form, e,tc. The lock -grower has given the healing sci ence many points in those respects. One ■rent use in special hospitals, such as the cancer ward established hero in tho Home for Incurables, is that they give good chances to observe, simultaneous ly, the resu'ts of various foods. Side by side are the patients who are deprived of sugar and those who are not allowed meats, those who have some electric treatment, those who take hot water plentifully or who live on cranberries. Observations of these may add to scien tific knowledge in return for the tender care that shelters and provides for them. [Philadelphia Ledger. The Parisian Shops. Business people in Paris have long since formed a color speech by which certain trades are easily recognized. First of nil, the color shops are distin guished by being painted outside in squares and stripes of the brilliant colors, Viennese leather, bronze and trinket shops have begun to use the Austrian colors; yellow and black; then tho Spanish wine shops use yellow and red; the Italian green, white and red. The business places where furniture carts for removal are kept are painted yellow, as well as the wagons—why, not even the proprietors know. Pastry shops are light brown outside, and within white and gold, so that one is reminded of tho pastry itself. Milk shops are white and blue, both inside and out. Tho washerwomen now begin to paint tho outside of their iron ing shops a bright blue, while tho carts that take the linen to the wash-houses in the country are bright green. Wine houses are all painted brown, or a dull red, which is exactly tho color of the vin ordinaric mixed with cranberry juice and logwood. Still darker is the color of the charcoal shops, which the dust soon renders completely black. Bakers are fond of light brown and white, with much gilding and largo mirrors.-- [Court Journal. — The French President's Perquisites The president of Franco is allowed firewood, candle and gaslight, men ser vants, the wages and board of whom the state pays, as well as the liveries of whom it buys, two carriages, a carriage for his secretaries, two military secre taries, three civil secretaries, house linen and the cost for washing it, vegetables for his table from the ex-royal gardens, flowers for his greenhouse and ball rooms from tho city nursery gardens, valuable preserves in the forest, of Mar ly and Rambouillet, which not only sup ply his table with all tho game it can consume, but enables him to put away about S9OOO a year. The presi dent has a box at the opera and nt the Francais paid for by tho state. His sit ting-room is fitted up with which enables him and hi, family to hear operas without stirring from the chimney corner. This, too, is paid for by the nation. A Misunderstanding Father (who has just given hit, con sent.) 1 hope, young man, that you know the value of the prize you get in my daughter? Young Man—Well—cr—no, sir; I don't know the exact value, but as near as 1 can find out it's in tho neighbor hood of fifty thousand dollars.— [New York Suu. NO. 17.