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SEM I-WEEKLY IBLFB . .Homesand 1«, 'ii i I l for them gw, I<1 '•»» it- 1K>;£ ELEPHONE *''O. w th gl . <■11 up by th, * icurabl shoo, e think, ’|C iye lieen given? 1,1 happy, j," us ho fur gone _ ire if Conipoj? Ing for him, c press the famti lers is now jla, t he lion. Wilf ’e work was j mys now that h, 1 his life to Con Whitely, Esq. s 1 himself oue’J rallies,” yet a new man. <• Don’t despn wen ill, or lio, it your case, & H alen , their treat!« will be Bentf nd Oxygen H V H. A Maths ancisco. new censúa X). or alH.ut <1 Stales in I ree times the. M’MINNVILLE, OREGON, SEPTEMBER 3, 1886. WEST SIDE 'TELEPHONE. VOICES OF PROPHECY. -----Issued—- IVbcn I to the woodland wits wont to repair. In the season of pleasure and mirth, t rustled to m vi ad Hocks of the air And numberless tribes of tho earth. EVERY TUESDAY AND FRIDAY —IN— Garrisons Bmldiug. MuMimille. Oregon, — BY - Taimóle Ac Turner, Fublishars and Proprietor«. SUBSCRIPTION RATES: . 1 25 ,. 75 Six munths.............................. Three months......................... Entered in the Postoffice ul McMinnville, Or., as second-class matter. IY. yer recovers us medicines he tfuppoehfre Hint, CUllHli aits, is a my sdicine is use. If they c, constipated e guided by have thoro litters, they w he specdiei cd i cation, t the same ived from ▼ in conseq irtics as a he iiery local •sarted to by guid. icovered at DRESS. r’s standing ermined by e; anexpensi that thew »prieties. I being ( i is as apparel Perfect beaj disease; liar to wo cure in tion. Pritt ruggists. ea of rail lich were 8T DISCOV MBURG rtic Adi to the M >ry house or pu-g egelablM. ey may be ;y to an I t a single 1 so ele only to be ue a n lout the ual cons# a and Di velers by ible; they ir actios, iver offered e to the n will eat For sale t the . Mack & t h treat, 1T. ien kno ione di idition o A PAR SYBUP, e ot S' ini, Pi al Sorta ■oitre, ases, scoi )D&Li ¡e blood e sititi. nd In C JOHNSON, M. D. H. V. V. my nrouiers anil sisteis nil pricked | up their ears, but grandmother simply i gave a merry little laugh, and said: Snaps and snails. And little doss' tails. rlow slender the sound that Is echoed here now These bright, frozen arches to thrill— Vlie snap ot a twig or the creak of a bough. Or the sigh of the wind ou the lull. . ”he nest of the warbler s empty and tossed; The partridge is lonely and shy; And. clad in a livery white as the frost. The rabbit Slips silently by. I l'he squirrel Is bld in the heart of a tree, Secure from the sleet mi l the show And who was so merry and saucy as lie?— The Jauntiest fellow I know! Yet, under the burden of Ice at Its brink, All shining and glassy and gray, rhe sweet-throated stream where I loitered to drink Is murmuring still on Its way. And bark! what a note from the dusky re treat The bird of the winter sends forth! Who taught you defiance of tempest and sleet, May be found at hi« office when not absent on pro O. lover and loved of the North? fessional buBinew. Though forest and hill-side are heavy with snow, LITTLEFIELD & CALBREATH, Yot hope Is alive In the breast— I’lm water. Imprisoned, is calling below; The chickadee chirps of her nest! —Dora Heed Goodale, in St. Nicholas. M c M innville AND LAFAYETTE. OR I Northwest orner of Second sud B »trots, OREGON m . minnville Physicians and Surgeons, J. F. ('albreath, M D . office over Yamhill County Bunk McMinnville, Oregon. H R. Littletield, M D., 15 office on Main ntre*»t, Lafayette, Oregon. S. A. YOUNG-, M. D. Physician and Surgeon, A FAMILY MYSTERY. What My Grandmother’s Black Stone Jar Contained. When my Grandfather Ryse died, grandmother came to live at our house. She was my mother’s mother, and the Office and residence on D street. All call« promptly only grandmother my brothers and sis answered day or night. ters and I had ever had. Father's mother died long before any of us were DR. G. F. TUCKER, born. We were very glad to have DENTIST, Grandmother Ryse come and live with MtMINNVILLK - OREGON. ns. Her husband had died in a dis Office-Two doors east of Binghams furniture tant State, and mother had gone at I «tore. once to bring grandmother to our I Laughing g%s administered for painless extraction. house. I remember with what eager CHAS. W. TALMAGE, ness we children made ready to meet mother and grandmother on their re turn. Conveyancing and Abstract« a Specialty. We lived in the country, and father had said that all of us might go to town OLLECTING ATTENDED TO PROMPTLY! with him, as it was in the fall of the Office Manning Building, Third street. year, and there was not much to do at home. There were six of us. beside father, to climb into the big farm wagon, and ride five miles to the ST. CHARLES HOTEL railroad station. We saw mother come out of the car first, and behind her was a little old lady, dressed in black. In *1 and $2 Hou e. Single meals 25 cents. her arms she carried a black stone jar. ins Sample Eooms for Commercial Men Its mouth was covered with a clean white cloth, tied down smooth an<l F. MULTNER. Prop. tight with many rounds of cord. “What can she have in that jar?” asked my brother Jeff of me, beforo VV. V. 1’lLlCli grandmother had readied us, with her quaint “How de do!” and her kiss on each of our mouths. “It can't be mince-meat,” said Jeff, witli a half-hopeftll look, for Jeff was Up Stairs in Adams’ Building, inordinately fond of mince-pies, and CMINNVILLE - - - OREGON mother had often said: “Wait until grandma comes to see us, and she’ll make you some mince M’MINNVILLE BATHS! pies that are mince-pies.” But no »▼Ing bought out A O. Windham, T arh prepared to mince-pies ever came out of that jar. do ak work in first-class style. Grandmother had insisted on its be lies’ and Childrens’ Work a Specialty! ing put on the seat beside her, and she Hot and Cold Baths alw ays ready for 25 cents. kept her eyes on it all the way home. V E R V MAN AM A IlTI HT. “May be it’s full of money,” said sister Katie: and fora long time after C. H. Fleming. Third street, near«’. McMinnville. Oregon. i that we children were all very respect ful to the jar, under the impression L. that Katie’s surmise had been correct. Grandmother had the jar carried up —DEALER IN to her room and put on a liigh shelf in her closet. We heard mother say onco roceries, Provisions. that grandmother was verv poor, anil damaged Katie’s theory of the jar Crockery and Glassware. that being filled with money. We asked All good« delivered in the city. mother one day if she knew what was in the mysterious jar. “O, not much of anything,” she said, with great indifference. "It is an old USTER POST BAND, family relic and I suppose grandma wants to keep it. I remember seeing The Best in the State. it when I was a little girl." But this prepared to furnish music for all occasion« at reason answer did not satisfy six curious boys able rate«. Address and girls. ROMLAM). Grandmother Ryse lived at our house Business M ina«er, McMInnviile- two years, and then went to stay a year with my aunt in Colorado and the jar went with her. packed carefully in the center of her feather tick, for Grand M’MINN VILLE mother Ryse had a horror of “new fangled” things in tho way of hair and spring mattresses, and would sleep on feathers only. When she came home from Colorado, we children all assem bled to meet her at the station, and we saw that jar coming out of the car door OGAN BROS. & HENDERSON. almost before we saw grandma herself. "Them keerless Murray beys forgot Proprietors. to pack it in with my feathe-bed,” she said; “and I had no idee or leaving a The Best Rigs in the City. Orders good jar like that, so I jest brung it along in the car with me." omptly Attended to Day or Night. Jeff whispered to me, and said he would as soon travel with a young pig as with a jar like that. But we would aRJiaVe been glad to sco our jolly old grandmother, even though she traveled with a whole pottery. The Murray boys, who ha'd forgotten to pack grand BILLIARD HALL. mother's jar/were onr cousins, ami a few weeks later one of them wrote this A Strictly Temperance Report, to me: orehon . I M c M innville Real Eslate and Insurance Agent, 118 Leading Hotel of McMinnville. HOTOGRAPHER it < > o rr„ very, Feed and Sale Stables, ORPHANS' HOME” 8 good(?) Church member« tj the contrary not withstanding oni e TONSORIAL PARLORS, t - «lama Workaaaen Employed. door souab of Ysmhlll Conni, Bank Boil.lln, M c M innville . O regon H. H. WELCH. I Grandmother was fond of traveling, and tho next spring she went to New Jersey to spend six months with a son who lived there. And that jar went with her. It came home with her in tlie fall and was restored to its place on the closet shelf in her room. The next March grandmother went up to Min nesota to spend the summer with her youngest daughter. “You boys pack that jar carefully now,” she said, as she came slowly down stairs with the clumsv thine in her hands and set it down careluily on the feather-bed. “I wouldn’t have that jar broken for a good deal. They don’t make such jars nowadays, ami this one's full of----- ” But at that some one called grandmother and the sen tence was never ended. Jeff and I tried hard to get a peep into tho jar that time, lint there was a stone lid under the white cloth and we dared notremove thecloth. My brothers and sisters came out, and we all stood around the jar. We “hefted” its weight, we smelled of it. rolled it over, we shook it, wo thumped its sides. Jeff had a creative mind, and was al ways suggesting things the rest of us never would have thought of. This time he appalled us all by saying: “Yon don’t suppose grandmother has gone ami had grandfather cremated on the sly, and has him in this jar?” “Jeff Barker!" cried sister Kate, as she took her nose away from the top of the jar. “Don't you ever say such awful things again!” cried sister Mary; “it makes me sick to think of it!” “Such things have been done.” said Jeff, stontly, and I wouldn't be a bit surprised if— M But Mary and Kate had fled from the room, and Jeff threw himself down on tlie feather-bed ami laughed. One of our cousins in Minnesota wrote to me and asked: '■Do you know what grandmother has In that black Jar? Nasirs she has no Idea what is In it, and the oousins In New Jersey wrote and asked us if grandma had brought the jar here.” Jeff and I and our two older sisters tyere along in our teens now, but our interest in that jar did not abate in the least. • “It’s just one of grandma's whims,” said mother one evening. “You know grandma is old and childish, as most people of her age are apt to be. I am sure I don’t care how many old jars she has.” For five years wo discussed the probable contents of that jar, which came and went with grandmother in all her journeying» to and fro. She had eight children, all married, and living in different States, and she vis- ited all of her children in those live years, and the jar went with her. Her box was delayed for two month s once on a Western railroad line, and she wrote to my mother: ‘‘My box is not here yet, and I un having to sleep on one of them nasty hair-mat tresses, which I do despise, and 1 feel lost without that Jar, I do hope nothing will happen to It.” After that we felt more confident than ever that the jar contained hidden teasures, and most of our thirty-five cousins were also of this opinion. ’They had all seen the jar—'the outside of it only. Some of us, great boys and girls in our teens, had lain awake nights wondering what could be in that jar, but I am glad to remember, now tiiat we are all men and women, that we had too much veneration for grand mother, and ' too much respect for our selves, to pry into her secret, if secret it was, by opening the jar. Even the Murray cousin who “nearly broke his head” falling from grandma’s closet shelf, indignantly denied that he had any idea of opening the jar. He said he simply intended to “shako it and smell of it,” and he felt that his tum ble was a just punishment for even this lack of respect to grandmother. At the end of the fivo years, grandmother was visiting in Kansas. My brothers and sisters and I were sitting around the firo one evening in November, talking about the jar am! wishing it and grandma were both in our home again. We were now all flrm in the conviction that tho jar contained val uables that might be ours some day if we were good enough to deserve them. Our cousins all shared this belief. We had heard of stranger things, and f randfather and grandmother had both een noted for their eccentricities. While we were sitting around the fire, father came home from town with a a letter for me. It was from one of ray Kansas cousins. The letter was long and “newsy,” and added to it was this aggravating and exciting postscript: •‘Gramlmcther's black jar'fell down and broke all to pieces to day. Wo cousins are all to nhare Its contents eqnally. just ns we thought. I am writing in a big burry, so good-bye." We were so excited that we could not sleep that night, and were fairly fu rious with Cousin Ben for ending his letter so abruptly. Even father and mother were interested now, and I s:ij down and wrote to Ben to write “im mediately at once” and tell us what tho What do you suppose irrsnitmother keeps 'n that old black Jar? Brother Sain and I jar contained. Jeff and I feared that tr'cd to And out. but we couldn’t. You know there was a conspiracy on foot to rob grandmother don't like Inquisitive peop'e, ns of our rightful share of the jar's con and-be Is so particular about her thtnir». Sara tried to climb up to a hlirh shelf to poop tents, and there were other cousins who Into the Jar once, and fell down and nearly broke his brad. If you and Jeff tlnd out lay awake that night thinking the same what Is In the Jar. you let 11« know. thing, for Ben had sent postals or let I wrote that we would, but despaired ters with postscrips to all the other of ever getting a peep into the jar, for cousins, telling them what he had told mother nad long ago forbidden us to ns, and no more. A whole week go into grandma's room, unless she in dragged away, and then Jeff and I vited us there. Once when she had wrote a saucy letter to Ben. Jeff called us all in, to show us some old thought I had better intimate that it pictures of grandfather, and had given would be impossible to defraud us. and us all sweet anise and cardamon seeds, suggested that I sav something about I asked, in mv most insinuating tone:— “securing legal advice” if Ben did not “Grandmother, what is in that fun write at once, and tell us what that jar contained. ny old black jar up there?” Ben wrote. A postal camo thredays after I had mailed tho second letter. Over the postal was scrawled in blue ink: “There wasn't a «ol tarr thine In that Jar. It was her old herb jar tor her camomile, pennyroyal, everlast'ng and such, Pool soul! How do you wish uoure seut?” The stately household legend was ruined. Things are beautiful to mem- ory only by fine association, and so I was compelled to drop tho jar out of our poetic family mysteries.— Youth's. Companion. A SUMMER HOTEL. The Strategy Required in the Manage- .neut of an American Fleasure Report. It happened to be at the Kaaterskill House—it might have been at the Grand, or the Overlook —that the young gentle man in search of information saw the Catskill season get under way. The phase of American life is much the same at all these great caravansaries. It seems to the writer, who has tho greatest admiration for the military genius that can feed and fight an army in the field, that not enough account is made of tho greater genius that can organize and carry on a great American hotel, with a thousand or fifteen hun dred guests, in a short, sharp and de cisive campaign of two months, at the end of which the substantial fruits of victory are in the hands of the land lord, and tlie guests are allowed to de part with only their personal baggage and side-arms, but so well pleased that they are inclined to renew the contest ijext year. This it a triumph of mind over mind. It is not merely the or ganization and the management ot the army under the immediate command of tho landlord, the accumulation and distribution of supplies upon this mountain-top, in the uncertainty wheth er the garrison on a given day will be one hundred or ono thousand, not merely the lodging, rationing and amusing of this shifting host, but the satisfying of as many whims and preju dices as there are peoplo who leave home on purpose to grumble and enjoy themselves in the exercise of a criticism they dare not indulge in their own houses. Our friends had an opportu nity of seeing the machinery set in motion in ono of these great establish ments. Here was a vast balloon struc ture, founded on a rock, but built in tlie air, and anchored with cables, with towers and a high-pillared veranda, ca pable, witli its annex, of lodging fifteen hundred people. Tlie army of waiters and chamber-maids, of bell boys and scullions and porters and laundry-folk, was arriving; the stalwart scrubbers were at work, the store-rooms were filled, the big kitehen shone witli its burnished coppers, and an array of white-capped and aproned cooks stood in line under their chef; tlie telegraph operator was waiting at her desk, the drug clerk was arranging his bottles, the newspaper Stan«! was furnished, the post-office was open for letters. It needed but the arrival of a guest to set the machinery in motion. And as soon as tho guest came, the band would be there to launch him into the maddening gayety of tlie season. It would welcome his arrival in triumphant strains; it would pursue him at dinner and drown his conversa tion; it would till his siesta with mar tial dreams, and it would seizo his legs in tho evening and would treat him to caper in the parlor. Every thing was ready. And this was what happened. It was tho evening of tho opening day. The train wagons might bo expected any moment. Tho electric lights were blazing. All tlie clerks stood expect ant, the porters were by the door, the trim uniformed bell-boys wore all in waiting line, the register clerk stood fingering tho leaves of the register with a gracious air. A noise is heard outside, the big door opens, there is a rush forward and four people flock in —a man in a linen duster, a stout woman, a lad of ten, a smartly-dressed young lady, and a dog. Movement, welcome, ringing of bells, tramping of feet—the whole machinery has started. It was adjusted to crack an egg-shell or smash an iron-bound trunk. The few drops presaged a shower. Tlie next day there were a hundred on the register; the day after, two hundred; and the day following, an excursion.— Charles Dudley Warner, in Harper'» Magazine. —Dr. Smith, pastor of the First Meth- o«list Church in St Paul, found s gang of men paving the street in front of his church one Sunday morning. He asked them to stop. They did not. Then he said that they must stop, and right off, too. If they did not he would make a complaint against each individual work man, and See that he was arrested and punished for breaking the Sabbath day. At this the pavers took up their tools and quit work, and the energetic pastor walked into tlie pulpit and preached with great fervor, saying, in the course of the sermon, that he proposed to have Sunday observed in front of his church if not in any other part of SL I’aul.— N. Y. Sun. ------- —— —One of the members ot Pilgrim Congregational Church, of New York, decidea that the lack of interest in mission work was due altogether to the ignorance on the subject. She in- vited tho members ot the church and Sunday-school, who would like to know more about missions, to be present in her parlors on Sunday evenings, and invited missionaries who chanced to be in New York on Sunday to come anil give talk to herself and friends. The result of this effort ha, been that the parlors are ciowded, and a large and enthusiastic mission circle has been organized in the Snuday-schooL NO. 24 AN INDIAN WEDDING. Mrs. Stearns’ Description of a Sad Seen«’ Witnessed in Dakota. Mrs. Elizabeth A. Stearns, of Dakota, was an eye-witness to a veritable Indian wedding, and she describes it as ful- ! lows: | ■ I have been through one of the j strangest experiences of my life in the last few hours, I have been to an In- dian wedding, There was a large tent with the front opened, and a row of stakes covered with canvas making a fence npon each side leading to it. Outside was quite a small tent, trimmed with all kinds of pretty feath ers, and over the door a wild-cat's skin trimmed with beads and porcupine quills. In the large tent, back in the center, against a very gay curtain, sat a young girl, a half-breed, not mqre than fifteen years old, dressed in a skirt and jacket of bright buttons and boar's teeth, her hair long and black and fall ing in front, while a wreath of feathers on her head completed her wedding outfit. All around were ornaments, and yards of pink, red and yellow cali co as drapery, and, on a little green trunk near the bride sat the old chief wrapped in a buffalo robe, looking like a great bear. Along on one side of the tent sat the women and girls, and npon the other side the men, young and old. They were all painted frightfully, anil wore dread ful ornaments, bright blankets and feathers, and most of the men had on but little clothing. Near the middle of this group were piled the provisions of the feast, pans and kettles of meat, bread and boiled corn. “The ceremonies began with the old chief drumming upon a drum, and making a shout and noise like an ani mal. He then arose and walked around the girl several times, got on his knees and again walked around her, knocked her from side to side, then smoothed her hair, gave her something that he called medicine, then took a dish and placed it before her, knelt down and took a sip of what was in it, as she did also. He then stood up, went through with some mumblings over her head, and then began to pass the feast, first to the women, and then to the men. The girl took off her outside gray robe, and it was given to her mother, as we sup posed. Underneath she had a short blue dress, which was taken off; and when the eating was concluded the poor little girl” [probably, as so often among savages, sold for a price, and with no voice in her fatej “slipped out of the tent in a little plain pink calico Dakota dress, and with bare feet and legs, looking frightened and cold, went to her tent all alone. Then they made ready for the dance, but we did not stay to see that, and had no wish to tarry.”— Chicago Journal. FUNCTIONS OF THE LEAF. A Laboratory for Assimilating Raw Mate rials Into Plant Fabric. As is well known, a tree can not grow without leaves. These are put forth every year, and are a contrivance for vastly increasing the surface. An oak tree of good size exposes several acres of surface to the air during the growing season. It has been estimated that the Washington elm, at Cam bridge, Mass., not a very large tree, exposes about five aeres of foliage, if we include both sides of the leaves. Leaves are more nearly comparable to stomachs than lungs. A leaf is a laboratory for assimilating or manu facturing raw materials into plant fabria. The cellular structure of the leaves, wood and bark of a tree is a complicated subject to treat in a popu lar way. It requires a vast surface of leaves to do^a little work. By count ing the leaves on a seedling oak, and estimating tho surface of both sides of each, we can see how many inches are needed to build up tho roots and stem for the first year. After the first year the old stem of the oak bears no loaves. It is dependent on the lea’es ot the branches, or its children, for support. A tree is a sort of community, each Íart having its own duties to perform. ‘he root hair takes up most of the nourishment. Tho young roots take this to the larger ones, and they in turn, like the branches of a river, pour the flood of crude sop into tho trunk, which oonveys it to the leaves. The assimilated or digested sap passes from the leaves to ail growing parts of tho plant, and a deposit is made where most needed. If a branch is much ex posed to the winds the base of it has a certain support or certain «mount of nourishment. 80 with tho trunk of a tree. If the base of a branch or the main trunk is much exposed to the winds, Che base of it has a certain sup port or certain amount of nourish ment So with the trunk of a tree. If the base of a branch or the main trunk is much exposed to the winds ami storms, a mnen thicker deposit of food is made there. The winds give a tree exercise, which seems g<x>d to help make it strong. Onr toughest wood comes from trees growing in exposed places. The linilw of a tree are all the time striving with each other to see which shall nave the most room and the most sunshine. While some per ish in the attempt, or meet with very indifferent success, the strongest of the strong buds survive.— interior. —The sktleton of a man in a sitting poirfiire was un< arth«‘<l at Nevada, Col., bv workmen engaged in grading. The’ oldest inhabitant was unable to account lor the pri-sence of the remains in the locality, being more than half a mile from the nearest cemetery. COLOR OF THE SEA. Different Theories Advanced to Account for Its Numerous Changes. The changes in the color of the sea liave attracted the attention of sea faring men from the earliest times. They struck with wonder the 1’h v- necians when first they ventured out of tho Mediterranean into the Atlantic; they excited the astonishment of Co lumbus and terrified his companions while in search of tho far-famed India, and they áre no less a surprise to ths modern navigator, to whom tho march of discovery has left few unexplored regions in store. Numerous theories were offered in explanation of these changes, some ascribing them to tho varying color of the sea bottom, some to differences in depth, others the presence of certain coloring substances, others again to the chemical com position of the water. Most of these suggestions contained an element of truth, although no one of them, taken by itself, sufficed to account for alter ation in color which had often been observed to occur in the course of a few hours’ sail, and within a distance measuring less than a ship's length. Of late years, as the reader is aware, numerous scientific expeditions have been fitted out and dispatched by the Governments of England, Norway and America for the express purpose of exploring the secrets of the deep. Among the problems which have now for the first time recoivoil a satisfactory solution, new light has also been thrown upon the conditibns which affect the color of the sea water in every pari, of the ocean, thus complet ing the information for which wo were indebted to tho unaided exertions of earlier travelers. One of the most remarkable and most widely distributed contrasts of color is that which is known to exist between the intensely blue seas situated between tho tropics and the green seas of higher latitudes. It appears, p« the result of recent obser vations, and more especially of a series of experiments tnauo on board the German frigate Gazelle, that there is an intimate relation between the colors of sea-water and the proportion of salt held in solution by the latter. On comparing the specific gravity of g’ >en water with that of blue water it was found that the latter is always heavier than the former, and, therefore, con tains moro salt, tho two differently colored waters being supposed to have flic same temperature. In otliei words, tho greater or lesser intensity of the blue color f sea water may be taken as a direct index of its saltness and of its specific gravity, so that when we observe the color of the water success ively change from a deep blue to a bluish green and a dark greon we may conclude that the water has become at the same time less salt and ’ess heavy. This result agrees with the experience of navigators in every part of the ocean, for as the vessel proceeds from the d< nse and salt waters of tho tropical regions towe.rd tho lighter ami fresher waters of higher latitudes and of tho polar regions the color of the sea is seen to change from an intense blue to a greenish blue and green tint. There are, however, numerous excep tions. Greon seas aro met with between the tropics and blue seas are en countered in the temperate rogion, and evon within the Arctic circle, but these exceptions, far from contradicting, only tend to confirm the ab>.e rule.— Science for All. THE GEORGIA STYLE. Running Accommodation Trains for tlie Accommodation of Everybody. A few days ago a well-known citizen of Atlanta had occasion to go from Wrightsville to Dublin. He took one of the accommodation trains between the two towns and prepared himself to sleep through the short journey. When the journey was about half over, and while the train was dashing along at a high rate of speed, the engineer observed a tine largo gopher near the track. “Jerusalem, the blest!” he ejaculated, turning to the fireman, “l’ut on brakes and stop tho train!” Ho caftght hold of tho whistle lever and produced a succession of shrill blasts, which caused the brakemen back in the cars to hurry to their posts and frantically endeavor to twist tho brakes up to the last notch. The passengers thought tho engineer had overtaken a herd of wild steers, or that a bridge had been washed away, and every one of them prepared to join inn prayer-meet ing by v. ay of preparation for impend ing death. Finally, the train was stopped, but not until tlie gopher had been left half a milo behind. De termined not to lose his game, tho en gineer backed to the spot wliero he had seen the gopher, stopped accompanied by the chase and captured it. "Say,” said a passenger to the con ductor. as the train once more started toward Dublin, “what kind of a train is this?” "It's an accommodation train,” the conductor replied, “and will accommo date an engineer as quickly as it will a passenger—especially when there's a gopher in the case.”— Atlanta Constitu tion. ------- —• ♦ » — A lady who sat in an auction-room with her husband a few days ago. no ticed another lady clad in light mourn- ing, who. unable to find a seat, had been obliged to stand. “Do get up and give her your chair, James,” said the Luly; "she looks so tired. “She s used to it,” whispered the husband; “can t you see she’s a widow of long atnndi nir?”— Brooklyn Eagle.