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i'm POOR UTTIE TOT!
^^^(eeps Asking Her Parents When It Will Be J)aylight Again. % <Wabash, Ind., Dec. 6.—The 8-year-old daughter of William Jenks of North Man chester, this county, recently had an attack of scarlet fever, and, as a result of the dis ease, has become totally blind, and the lit Itle one inquires pathetically at short inter vals when it will be daylight again, and •when the night will be over. It is thought Hhe loss of sight will be permanent.) IA good mother sang, in the dim twilight Of stars and of night to her dear little Tot Through long, lonely hours, of a long, dark night. She sang as she rocked by a wee small cot. When first came the dawn and stars went to sleep— Matin bells were rung and dew jeweled thorn.— Silvered rays of light first begun to creep— “Mama; oh, mama, tell me if its morn!” Alas! for the child. Innocent of guile, She dreams now when night files away Far o’er the mountains, and asks all the while, “Mama, dear mama! How long ’fore the day!” “It’s dark now so long, will day never come— Mama, I would go down along the lane Where I used to play, then returning home, Hear the little birds, see them once again.” “Two bright little stars, with twinkle and gleam. Were brilliant above, ’till clouds passed them by— 'Twas Btrange, mama, strange! I saw them in dream. But saw them no more—so dark was the sky.” The good mother said: “Sometimes in a dream, Angels may warn us and then fly away— Your eyes, like the stars, unclouded shall gleam When God sends them back to help you some day. “My sweet, pretty child, no more can you smile. For veiled are your eyes in darkness and pain— I’ll see for my child and watch all the while For dawn of the morn and sunlight again.” She sings once again and rocks little Tot, A warm summer’s day, in years far away. She sings o’er again, the song of the cot When blind* d she asked—“How long till the day!” — W. E. IlORNE. Good water, Dec. 16, 1895. THE CHRISTMAS FIDDLE. There’s somethin’ in the fiddle's sound that, somehow shakes and thrills My soul with sweeter music than the song o* whip-poor-wills. Or the w ild notes o’ the mockin’ birds when spring is in her prime; But, best o’ all I love ’em when they’re playin’ Christmas time. (When tlie cabin fires are blazin’, an’ the holly berries red (With temptin’ sprays o’ mistletoe are bangin' overhead; (When a teller’s eyes are chasin’ o’ the dimples o’ the girls !An’ lie’s lost his way forever in the tangle o’ their curls. Then I like to hear the fiddle, an’ its every tune is sweet; There’s a twinkle in my eyes then, an* a fidget in my feet! (When they range the girls around me for the dancin’ soon to be, __ It’s n halleluja season to the very soul o’ me! (When I sec the old-time fiddler, who has heard the fiddle sing (For many a frosty winter, in summer time, in spring, (Lay by his coat an’ strike a note, it’s “Brethren, bar the door!’’ (For I know that trouble’s cornin’ on that cabin’s 3andy fioorl (When I hear that “Swing your partners!” I feel my pulses bound— (My arms jest full o’ sweetness, and the room a-goin’ round! (And, “Ladies to the center!” an' “Hands round!” thrills me through, (For a girl’s hand’s mighty tender in the brown, broad palm o’ you! ilie heavy hail may patter on the shingled roof above; h© snow may beat the song-birds from the windy nests they love; h© cows may miss the clover on the hill side an’ the lea, ut in joy I’m rollin' over when the liddle sings to me! ut it’s always sweeter—sw’eeter when the holly’s bangin’ high, (An’ the Christmas lamps are lighted in the windows o’ the sky; (An’ I think if 1 was dyin’, I should still be ( feelin’ prime tos the loveliest angel Ilyin’, with a fiddle * Christmas time! | —Frank L. Stanton in Town Topics. Old Alabama. (With Apologies to Frank L. Stanton.) There’s a fellow down in Georgia Always tuning up his “lyre,” PBout how that darned old state of his Going to set the world on fire. He writes for hours on pumpkins, Or their “’possums up a tree,” But I tell you Alabama’s Just ’bout good enough for me. I like to read his verses Of their good old harvest times, lAnd ’bout their watermelons That he speaks of in his rhymes; But when I look around us It is plain as plain can be, That the times in Alabama Are just good enough for me. JJc dwells upon tnose ueorgia gins, Their sweetness and their charms, [And how awful nice and good they are, 'Hounds towns as well as farms; Blit in this dear old stato of ours A blind man most could see. That these girls in Alabama Are just good enough for me. Of course his notes upon the farms ' Are mighty nice and sweet. But. it's not the only place you know Where these pleasures one can meet; (For if you'll just go out a-riding Through our counties you will see, That the farms in Alabama Are just good enough for me. Now there’s many things he tells about Which we know are good and true, And It makes us kinder wish to go And stay a month or two; But when it comes to good old times I’ve still the same old plea, . That mv native Alabama’s Just 'bout good enough for me. —(Sweetwater, in the Florence Times. Good fishing at East Lake. 12-l-tf __ England’s lion don’t scare Stowers off of low prices. He sells furniture cheaper than other • dealers. 1816 & 1818 2nd Ave._12-21-31 GO TO Solomon & Levi’s, the pioneers in their line, for finest wines and liquors for the holidays. 12-20-5t Between Ourselves. Baby, baby, tell me true; Why are your eyes like bits of blue, Broken out of the clouds that fly Like wild, swift geese, in the autumn sky? Why are they like to runaway stars? And whose little boy are you? (BABY: -k. Mamma’s! Baby, baby, tell me, now: Why so wrinkled your soul-lit brow? Tell me truly, what do you see That is invisible, dear, to me? What can it be that your heart jars? And whose little boy are you? BABY: Papa’s! Baby, baby, tell me: when Your laugh rings out and echoes again, i Does an angel tap, while the ripples roll, j \ With a silver hammer upon your soul? ' Answer me, ere you’ve older grown; Whose little boy are you? BABY: / My own! * * j [ —The Gothamite. _ CHRIBTMA3 GREETINGS. ~ FOR WAR. Selma Times Tired of Preaching Peace to Those Who Will Not Hear. The Selma Times, after having advo cated a conciliatory course in the dem ocratic party in Alabama, has finally lost patience with the followers of the Mont gomery Advertiser, and declares in the following editorial that it is ready for the fight: "The Times, which the Advertiser says is ‘closer to Captain Johnston than any other paper outside the State Herald,’ came out a few days ago and for ‘har mony’s sake’ proposed that the two fac tions in the democratic party bury their differences by one side taking the gov ernorship and the other the senatorship. This suggestion was made without con sulting any one and upon our own re sponsibility, In the hope that the lead ing papers would take It up and that tha factional fight inside the party would be stopped. "Captain Johnston had already an nounced lhat he was a candidate for gov ernor. He, then, would have had to stand for that office, and the senatorship would have gone to the gold men. But how was this proposition received? The Advertiser accused the Johnston men of trying to make a dicker with Oates. Our article was alluded to ns an attempt to ‘shin up to Governor Oates.' The Mobile Register said 'here’s another soul wish ing for a bargain,’ and a great many other expressions of this sort. The Advertiser admitted in its Sun day’s edition that the governorship had nothing to do with the silver question. That is a fact. The governor of Ala bama would be powerless to effect na tional legislation. The senator would have a voice in that matter and ills vote would count as much as any other sen ator’s from the strongest state in the union. "We had hoped for peace. The Adver tiser and the Register will not accept the, olive branch, but spurn it from them as they would a viper. They seem deter mined to ruin the democratic party of Alabama. For years they have been en gaged In this work of pulling down the institution that redeemed Alabama from have their way at any cost. “We have said peace, but they do not want it. They are determined to force a fight. A man will be brought out to op pose Joe Johnston, who has ever been as loyal and self-sacrificing as any living democrat, and a factional war will be waged in Alabama beside which last year’s battle will be like the popping of a firecracker compared to the roar of a cannon. "If nothing but war will suit them, we accept the challenge. Let It be war to the knife. Raise the black flag, and let’s go at each other and succeed In strang ling the life out of the party. If nothing but war will suit them, let slip the dogs of war.’ Wre had hoped to get along with out the fight—we have appealed for uni ty and harmony—but if light we must, no one will strike a harder blow than those who feel that they are contending for the time-honored principles of the democratic party. “We receive the challenge reluctantly— sorrowfully—and with a dread for the future welfare of the party, but the post master editors must have had instruc tions from Wall street to push the fight. The men In Alabama who believe in both the coinage of gold and silver are not arrant cowards. They wilf accept the gauge of battle, and if the Register and the Advertiser don’t look out they will take both the governorship and the sena tor. Joe Johnston only lacked thirty-two votes of being nominated last year; he will have twice that number to spare next year. 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Whereas, Elvton Land Company, a corpor ation. as plaintiff In said cause, has obtain ed an attachment out of this court, issued on, to-wit: 31st day of October. 1895, against the estate of the said defendant, the Ala bama Marble and Stone Company, a cor poration, which attachment haB been levied upon the following described personal prop erty, as the property of said defendant, to wit: One boiler, one engine, one pump, two saw gangs (iron), two saw gangs (wood), two truck cars, one travelling crane, pulleys and shafting track; and, whereas, it ap pears that the said defendant corporation has gone out of business and all the old officers have left the state, and that no notice of said levy could be given by said sheriff: .. ,, , Now, therefore, the said The Alabama Marble and Stone Company, a corporation, wherever it may reside, are hereby noti fied of the levy and pendency of said attaeh "'wu'ness my hand this 14th day of Decem ber, 1895. NATHAN L. MILLER. 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