Ml'NIClI’AI. Ol KICKRS
Mayor, J. H. Holderby,
Recorder, E. W. Magness,
Marshal. Walter Pascoe,
Treasurer, .1. T. Tharp,
Aldermen:- It. F. Pushy, II. 15. Ad
ams, W. J. Cooper, C. M. Kdwards
and W. C. Mims.
Council meets tirst Monday night in
each month.
CHt’RCHKS
Methodist church, services at 11, a.
in and 7:.1() p. m. the second and fourth
Sundays in each month. Rev. C. II.
Newman, pastor.
Baptist church, services at .5 p. m.
Saturday before third Sunday, and 11
a. m. third Sunday in each month.
Rev. J. L. Brown, pastor.
Christian church, services tirst and i
third Sundays in each month at 11 a.
m. and Tall) p. m. Kev. J. H. McBon
iel. Pastor.
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E. 11. P.;'J'. 11. Hearing. Sec.
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each month. W. C. Mims, C. C.;
N. A. Speed, Clerk.
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meets every Saturday afternoon at :t]
o'clock. Mrs. J. T. Miller, N. G.; Miss
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HOW WIXLARD FED THE HOGS.
i'pon th< farm ol Wilkinson,
Among the Jersey bogs.
The farmer said to Willard: "Son,
Kuu out and feed the hogs "
Now, Willard was a iiktly lad,
A\'ith brain and spirit line.
And higher, nobler dr am* he had
Than those ancestral swine.
}li pondered: "That th> re money-eiuiclc
Is mighty powerful talk,
And Wall street must be mighty slick—
I’m goin' to N’ Yawkl"
So Willard dropped the humble pall
He carried on his arm.
And briskly following the trail,
He left that Jersey faint.
A hundred dollars Willard had
In Wall street to invest,
“I wonder," thought the simple lad,
"What kind o' stock's the best?"
So Willard! on the curb delayed,
Until a voice he heard
Bay: "East millions to be made
In Mountain Air preferred.”
That Willard put his hundred in
The broker did suggest.
So Willard parted with the "tin,"
tjuite eager to invest.
A w eek passed by—oh, bitter cup
Of deep financial rue^
Tin broker sai l: "Your stock's gone up—
Your cash?—that's gone up, too."
*Twas sunset cti the Jersey farm,
When si;ck, and sore, and slack,
His tattered coat upon his arm,
The prodigal came back.
“Where have you been?” his father cried.
Across the fertile bogs.
“Don’t lick me. pa." the boy replied,
"I've been an' ferilthe hops!"
—Wallace Irwin, in N. Y. Globe.
m
THE GLASSES
OF TRUTH
Wbal Prince Forlunele Belieldwitb Them
] T is related that once upon a time, in
1 Paris, there lived a truly happy man. '
One would naturally suppose that he, j
too, must have been without a shirt to
his back; on the contrary, he owned
many—some of silk, some of flannel, and
come embroidered. He was happy be
cause he possessed riches; be
cause he was surrounded by many i
whom he loved; and last, but not leas*, |
because he was able to devote his llfei
to art. In truth, he was a sculptor of;
no mean talent; but, being wealthy, he j
often received more praise than his work j
deserved.
Most of his time was spent in hts .
sunny studio, where friends were al
ways welcomed, and the wine cup!
passed around freely. In exchange for 1
this hospitality, his followers willingly
showered on him the fulsome praise
which made him so happy. He had
been nicknamed by them "Prince For
tunate," and often did he proudly say
to his comrade Albert, who was homely,
poor and fretful: “I am indeed, the
most happy of mortals.”
One day this favorite of fashion was
working alone in his studio. He was giv
ing the finishing touches to a study de-1
pitting Nymph and a Satyr. So well
pleased was he with the grace of the
former and the manly beauty of the lat
ter, that he stood in admiration before
his work, muttering to himself: ‘This
certainly will be my masterpiece.”
In the midst of his reveries, a servant
ushered in a smartly dressed gentleman
carrying a small bundle under his arm.
The visitor looked keenly at the artist
at work with his mallet and chisel.
Raising his forefinger to heaven to com
mand attention, he smiled pleasantly
and remarked: “Sir, I am selling j
glasses. I have some of all colors
and for all eyes. Can't I sell you a
pair?”
Prince Fortunate assured the strang
ger that he needed none, but the ped
dler of glasses persisted: "I have some
that are blue, some yellow, and others j
pink and green. The pink ones are for
those afflicted with melancholy, for they
make one see the rosy side of life; the
blue glasses are for the poets; the yel
low are intended for unhappy husbaftds
—through them all wives are models of
truth and fidelity. There are some green
ones which hold continually before the
wearer the mirage of hope.” As he j
spoke, the peddler spread before the
sculptor the vari-colored glasses.
“It's no use,” interrupted Prince For
tunate. "1 don’t want your glasses; they
are a delusion. Life is beautiful, and 1
am content to see it as it really is.”
Again the peddler smiled, and, shak
ing his head, searched the bottom of his
bundle. "I'm convinced that you are a
superior man,” said he. “You want the
glasses of truth. Very wr>;i. here they
are. The color is gray and dull, in keep
ing with what they unerringly reflect.”
"Good,” said the sculptor, undis
mayed. “I’ll take them. What are
they worth?”
"The others bring fancy prices. I’ll
let you have these gray ones cheap—for
a cent.”
Prince Fortunate handed him the
coin, and took the somber-looking
glasses in exchange. Whereupon the
peddler departed.
“To learn the truth for one cent,”
laughed the sculptor, merrily, "is cer
tainly cheap.” And turning over his pur
chase disdainfully, he added: "That
fellow needn't think he has fooled me.”
However, in a spirit of fun, he put
the glasses to his eyes just as his friend
Albert entered the room. The latter
was his old and fatbful companion;
they had been through all the trades ol
the public schools together; they had
entered and graduated from college in
company; they had shared the saint
pleasures and trials of youth; and, when
Prince Fortunate finally married, Albert
had officiated as best man.
“I am happy to see you,” said Albert,
extending his hand in greeting. ‘‘Life
■would indeed be unbearable for a bach
elor like me if I were,not sure of always
being welcomed here. In fact, I’m afraid
my affection for you is the best trait I
have.”
The sculptor, unable to speak, gazed
.t his friend in amazement, for Albert’s
tyes were like thin glasses through which
his thoughts could be seen like pictures
in a book. Instead of feeling the sincere
affection which he protested, the hor
rified sculptor read his true thoughts,
which, put in words, were: ‘‘Compan
on of my youth, I loathe you for all
the good deeds you have done. You are
i perfect type of manly beauty while I
am a monster of ugliness; you are rich,
[ am poor; you are blessed with health,
1 am a wreck; you love me, while I hate
you—^es, I hate you for your kindness
and the humiliation I have suffered. De
spite my hatred, however, I sir d
to play the hypocrite. I must, b o;> -
daily amiable this day above aii. be
cause I intend to borrow a thousand
francs from you.”
But the revelation did not end here.
Prince Fortunate, with the aid of the
glasses of truth, further learned that
from the time they had played marbles
together, Albert had envied and hated
him. He felt himself growing dizzy—it
was like a beautiful edifice crumbling
away, leaving his soul aghast.
‘‘Go away, false friend,” shrieked he,
at last, “you have permitted a spirit of
mean jealousy to destroy a noble friend
ship.” And without more ado, he thrust
his comrade out of the studio, and w’hen
Albert looked back beseechingly lid
slammed the door in his face.
uaici in nit? cveuiu^, vent'll uic uusivj
shades of night were silently stealing
into the studio, Prince Fortunate, lost
in dreams, was joined by his beautiful
wife. She kissed him tenderly, sat by
his side, and, as usual, talked of the
numerous nothings that filled her days.
She had been to a bargain sale at the
Louvre; it had rained a little at about
three o’clock; it was said that the new
drama at the Gymnase was very inter
esting. And then, in a careless manner,
she ventured; “Oh. by the way, I met
the captain. He will dine with us this
evening.” Pretending to be bored, she
added; "Annoying, isn’t it, dear? I
can t abide the fop, he’s so conceited.”
A servant softly entered and lighted
the lamps. Prince Fortunate, who, in
the darkness of his studio, had almost
forgotten his magic glasses, raised his
head and met his wife’s eyes, which
seemed, at that moment, to be contem
plating a charming souvenir. This is
what was really disclosed to him: In
an elegantly furnished apartment in
one of the leading hotels of the city
he observed two lovers wrapped in
each other’s arms. Prince Fortunate
smothered a cry of pain, for in the
picture he recognized his wife and the
captain.
At first he was loath to believe the
awful revelation. “These glasses lie,"
he thought. "This cannot be possible."
Then he looked fixedly at his wife,
whose glance fell under his gaze. Her
eyes shone with an unnatural bril
liancy. she was ill at ease, nervous,
and when she hastily left the room he
was convinced that the glasses had
told the truth; that her thoughts were
not with him. but with the captain,
whom he had believed to be an ad
mirer of his work instead of his
wife.
The sculptor was overwhelmed. Bow
ing his head, he exclaimed: “Oh!
Truth, thou has taken from me all that
made my life complete and happy!”
Mechanically he turned toward his
unfinished work, the Nymph and the
Satyr. "Here lies my only consola
tion.” he murmured, gratefully. "Noth
ing < an rob me of the joy of being an
aril t. of being able to create the beau
tiful.”
B t upon approaching his work he
was -nrprised to hear the statues con- j
vers g.
“Why am I so homely?” moaned the
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Nymph. "I, who should be so beau
tiful and sylph-like. Look at my dis
torted form and the imperfection of
my lines.”
“Yes, It is sad to be chiseled by an
ignorant and unskilled artist,” sym
pathized the Satyr. “Would that I had
been born in the great Rodin’s studio,
instead of being brought to light by
this miserable amateur.”
At last the sculptor’s spirit was
broken. "How great was my folly to
put these glasses on my eyes!” he
cried. “1 will shatter them in a thou
sand pieces.”
Vainly he tried to remove them; they
were fast to his eyes. Then he realized
that forever and ever he was des
tined to see life in its true aspect; that
one may rid himself of Falsehood, but
not of Truth, for she is pitiless and
will ever cling.
After that day, so the story goes,
the sculptor no longer considered him
self Fortune’s favorite. On the con
trary, he was the most unhappy of
mortals, with but a single ray of hope
left him—the return of the strange
peddler with his varied assortment of
yellow, green, blue and pink glasses,
for any of which he was now willing to
exchange the gray and somber ones
that reflected only the painful truth.—
Adapted from the French of Maurice
Magre, by Jeannette Brule, in San
Francisco Argonaut.
Born Without Eyes.
The daughter of Mr. and Mrs. George
Weber, of New York city, came into the
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