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The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1889-01-04
FLOWERS AT NIGHT.
The Nature of the Nocturnal Movement
and Attitndes of RIanta.

The Nature of the Nocturnal Movements
and Attitudes of Plants.
The clovers are indeed a drowsy
family; they keep regular hours and
make a thorough business of their
slumbers-red clover-with their heads
tucked under their wings. as it were,
the young blossom clusters completely
hooded beneath the overlapping upper
pair of leaves, and every individual
leaf below bowed with folded palms.
The white clovers were similarly well
brought up. and continued their YES
pers through the Iivelong night, their
little praying bands to be seen every
where along the path. The yellow
hop-clover played all sorts of antics
with its leaves without seeming rhyme
or reason. The tall bush clover, rising
here and their among the slumberous
beds, presented a complete surprise,
being entirely changed from its diurnal
aspect, the ordinary generous leafy
spread of foliage now assuming the
shape of an upright wand, each three
foliate leaf being raised upon its stem,
with the leaflets folded inward, clasp
ing the maternal stalk. 1t had its
arms full indeed, and seemed conscious
OF its heavy responsibility. The
trailing grOund-nut vine and the deli
cate wild bean were hardly recognize
bic in their odd night-dress; and the
desmOdiums at the border of the
woods presented a singular contrast
of dropping listlessness, with each
leafet hanging as vertically as plum
met. I sought the familiar plumy beds
of the little partridge-pea, wondering
what sort of a reception would meet
from that quarter, but Hound these
plants even more fast asleep and trans
formed than their drowsy- neighbors.
and had trodden on number of the
plants ere j discerned them, for, like
the sensitive mimosa, which they SC
much resemble, and which
Opened its fanIke leaves to the light,
And closed them beneath the kisses of night
these tiny leaflets were now folded in
long fiat ribbon for each leaf, pre-
senting thin edges to the sky. hardly
distinguishable from the thin seed
pods among them.
The nature of the nocturnal move
ments and attitudes of plants, both in
leaves and flowers, has long been q
theme of speculation among bOtanists.
In the case of many flowers the night
attitudes have been concIusively
shown to have relation solely to their
fertilization by insects.
The dropping attitude of leaves at
night was commonly supposed to indi-
cate an aversion to moisture, many
plants assuming the same position
during rain as in the dew, thus SEEM
ing to verify the conjecture; but when
the same pranks were played in a
cloudy day or a dewless night, the ex-
PLANTATION had to be abandoned. In the
clover tribe the nocturnal positions al
ready described seem to be assumed
only in the darkness, and this invar-
iably, dew or no dew, while the leaves
seem to revel in the rain, remaining
freely open.-W Hamilton Gibson, ga
HnTDe7aS Mg01zi7le
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brute would scream in the very frenzy

brute would scream in the very frenzy
Of his wrath, and at last, after what
seemed an age to US, but which in
reality was but few minutes, he stag
gered to his feet (for all this time he
had been kneeling,) shook his massive
bulk, looked fercely and defiantly
around, made as if he would have
marched straight through the dining
tent, where the snowy cloth glistened
white under the tent lamps, then, with
a parting shrilI, trumpeting scream of
concentrated wrath and malice, some
fresh idea seemed to enter his de-
mented brain, and he rushed into the
jungle.
Just then smothered groan struck
like the peal of joy-bells on our anxious
ears, and muf1ed voice from beneath
the folds of the shamiana in Macs
well-known tones, groaned out; Look
alive, you fellows. and get me out Of
this, or I'll be smotheredr'
In trying to get out of the way Of
the first rush of the elephant, his foot
had caught in one of the tent ropes,
and the whole falling canopy had then
come bodily upon him. Under these
he had lain, able to breathe, but not
daring to stir, while the savage beast
had behaved as has been described. His
escape had been miraculous. The cloth
had several times been pressed so close
over his face as nearly to stife him. The
brute, in one of his savage, purpose
less thrusts, had pierced the ground
1, \ L.
his Afghan choga, or dressing gown,
deep in the earth; and he said he felt
himself sinking into unconsciousness,
what with tension of nerve and brain
and standardization together, when
the brute had happily got up and
rushed off"
How did you feel?'' asked.
"Well, can hardly tell you. When
ever I recognized that the brute was
on me, felt at once that my only
chance of safety was to lie perfectly
still. Once or twice the oppression
on my face from the heavy canvas was
almost suffOcating, and when the huge
tusk buried itself in the earth close to
my side, could scarcely refrain from
calling out"
at must have grazed your ribsP"
at did. After that I seemed to
turn quite unconcerned. All sorts of
funny ideas came trooping across my
brain. I couldn't, for the life of me,
help feeling cautiously about for my
pipe, which had dropped somewhere
near when tripped on the ropes. 1
seemed, too, to have a quick review of
all the actions had ever done, and
was just dropping off into a dreamy
Inconsistencies, after pulling a des-
perate race with my old crew, when
your voices reused me to sensation
once more. From Hon. j. Ilagles'
''Teaat Life IN ZTger-Land."
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AN ELEPHANTS RAGE.
A Hunters Bair-Breadth Escape From
Angry ''Tusker."

A Hunters Bair-Breadth Escape From an
Angry ''Tusker."
Run, run, sahibs-the tusker has
gone must [mad]. He has broken
loose
We all started to our feet George
had just gone down to the bank of the
river TO where the cooking was going
on, which lay nearer the mad ele-
plants picket. By this time the ter
ror-stricken servants were flying in all
directions. The huge brute, with in
finite cunning, had all along been
making mighty efforts to wrench up
the stake to which he was bound. This
at last he had succeeded in doing.
With the first desperate bound, or
lurch forward, the heavy ankle chains,
frayed and worn in one link, had
snapped asunder; and with the huge
stake trailing after him, he charged
down on the camp with a shrill
trumpeting scream of maddened ex-
element and savage fury. The men
with the spears waited not for the onset.
One poor fellow bending over his pot
of rice, trying to blow the smOldering
embers of his fire into a flame, was
seized by the long flexible trunk of the
Infatuated brute, and had but time to
utter the terrible death scream which
had startled us, ere his head was
smashed like an egg shell on the
powerful knee of the maddened mon
ster. He next made a rush at the
horses that, excited and frightened by
the clamor around them, were strain
~, - in6
blunt tusks in the quivering TANKS of
one poor Caboolee horse that had
struggled in vain to get free.
All this was the work of moment.
Poor George, who was bending over
some stew pan, wherein was simmer
ing some de1icacy of his own concoc-
ton, was not aware of the suddenly
altered aspect of affairs, till the huge
towering bulk of the elephant was
almost over him. Another instant
and he would have shared the fate of
the hapIess mahout, had he not, with
admirable presence of mind, delivered
the kissing hot stew, with quick dex-
terity and precision. full in the gaping
mouth of the furious brute. His next
sensation, however, was that of flying
through the air, as the brute, with
one swing of his mighty trunk, pro-
PEELED him on his aerial fight, and he
fell souse In the middle of the stream,
with the sauce pan still tightly
clutched in his hand.
Over the river we could see the in
furiated brute, who had thus scattered
us, in a perfect frenzy of rage. kneel-
ing on the shapeless heap Of cloth,
furniture, poles and ropes, and digging
his tuslzs, with savage fury, into the
hangings and canvass. in the very
abandonment of mad, uncomfortable
rage. We had little doubt but that
poor Mac lay crushed to death,
smothered beneath the weight of the
ponderous animal, or mangled out Of
all likeness to humanity by the ter
rible tusks that we could see flashing
in the clear moonlight It seemed an
age, this agony of suspense. We held
our breaths, and dared not look into
each others faces. Every thing showed
as clear as if it had been day. We saw
the elephant tossing the strong canvas
canopy about as a dog would worry a
dOor-mat. Thrust after thrust was
made bY the tuslzs into the folds OF
cloth. Raising his huge trunk the
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Nothing, however, of an embarrass-
ing nature occurred, owing to her
aunt's kindly forethought.
The meeting between Miss Dalton
and the lover of her youth, now blind
and aged beyond recognition, can be
better imagined than described. Suffice
it to say that complete reconciliation
was effected.
Meantime Ora, impelled by feeling
of unrest, took a moonlight stroll
down to the meadow. She paused at
last on the very spot where, only
three short months before, she and
Arthur had first met.
Presently hand fell lightly on her
shoulder, and he, the subject OF her
thoughts, stood beside her.
She started and trembled violently.
MY poor, little, frightened bird
will forget her fears when I tell her
how truly and fondly love herr" he
said. tenderly, as his OBTAINING arms
encircled her.
You are false to Berthar' she cried.
Indignantly, struggling to free her
seaf
Bertha sent me TO yours he an
swered. releasing her. she Inns no
time 10 devote 70 her brother Arthur.
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way, watching for her niece. She
gently reproved the girl for allowing
herself to be overtaken by such a
storm-at the same time kindly
thanking Arthur for the service he
had rendered.
At her cordial invitation he accom-
panied them into the house and re-
manned with them until the rain was
over.
Miss Dalton was all solicitude when
she learned that their friend, as Ora
styled arthur, had come to the cOun-
try at the advice of his physician, for
a few weeks rest and recreation.
Cora and I will do what we can to
make your stay PLEASANT she assured
him. "Our house and grounds will
always be open to YOU"
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THE sULTAN'S FAVoRlTE.
Olive Harper Catches a Glimpse of the
Harem's Prettiest Darling.

Olive Harper Catches a Glimpse of the
Harem's Prettiest Darling.
Through the kindness of the wife of
the court physician of Sultan Abdul
Aziz, had short audience with sew
era1 of the ladies of the royal harem,
and in particular with the then reign
ing favorite. Her name was really
Nazip Hanum, but being one of the
seven week ladies, as they are called,
she was known as Pazar Gunuh Ha-
mum, or Lady Monday. The seven
prime favorites out of all the women
are called Lady Monday, Lady Tpes-
day, ETC., and Monday is the first
Their Monday is our Saturday. This
Sultana was about sixteen years old
and had been his wife about two years
and was still the ''has cadine Hanum,H
or first lady and fa7orite. She was
about five feet, six inches in height
and had dark bronze-colored hair,
rather long features and high fore
head, and most beautiful large eyes of
clear greenish gray, with thick, long,
curling lashes, She was not stout nor
slender, and had regular baby hands
and feet. Her teeth were the whitest
and evenest I ever saw, and she had
dimple in each cheek and in her chin,
at her wrists, and every finger and toe
was dimpled. Her complexion was an
artful blending of red and white. and
her eyebrows were darkened, and there
was at the corners of her mouth the
drollest little expression of mockery
that / ever saw. v-. .... ~.
She wore long, full pantaloons of
bright yellow satin, with a shalva of
purple silk trimmed around the long
separate breadths with red ribbon
quilted on. Around her waist u cash
mere shawl was twisted, making a
thick, ungainly wad. A green velvet
jacket embroidered with gold and coral
beads was buttoned tight at the bottom
with diamond buttons and cut out
pompadour fashion in front in a man.
ner to leave the entire bust completely
exposed, while it was high in the back.
There were short sleeves. A Russia
silk gauze pembezar or chemise with
long sleeves was worn under the jacket,
so that the bust was covered with a
transparent film. The neck and wrists
were loaded with jewe1ry. a cheap
pinchbeck set having as much promi-
hence as the diamond and emerald par
ures. Her hair was braided in hum
dreds of little strands and hung down
her back, while she wore a fllet OF
green and gold braid around her head.
She wore no stockings and her pretty
pink toes were sometimes thrust into
the scarlet gold embroidered slippers
and sometimes left bare as she recined
on q divan and smoked her cigarette
She wanted her shoulder scratched
and told a slave TO do it thought
that was being pretty lazy. bat pretty
women can do any thing and we only
look. on and think every thing is an add
ed grace. 1t wouldn't do for ugly
folks 10 do the same thing, n
T. Times.
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now, for her lover, Horace Mannina
has arrived.
''Yes," he continued, answering her
look of blank wonderment. Bertha
Lenox is my half sister. I designedly
allowed you to mistake my brotkerly
attentions to her. rightly judged
that you would feel a sense of loss
that would make you realize your love
for me, as have all the while real
lied it. VIII my little cynic forgive
the cruelty kind stratagem that has
made her mine?''
For answer she drew close to him
and buried her blushing face on his
breast.
A week later there was a triple we'd
ding in the Dalton parlor, uniting re-
spectively Arthur Warren and Ora
Dalton, Horace Manning and Bertha
Lenox-and last. but not least, noble.
self-denying Paul Arnold and dear,
long-suffering Aunt Prue.
BARBARA WHITSON
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THE TWO BROTHERS.
(From fAs 7alnlu,l.)

(from TIE IdlDlWdl
In Palestine long years ago
So runs the legend old
Where kedron's sparkling waters hoW
Across their sands of gold,
And Mount Moriah lifts his head
Above the sunny plain,
Two brothers owned-as One-'tis said,
A field OF golden grain.
And when the autumn days had come
And all the shocks and sheaves
Stood waiting for the harvest home"
Among the whitening leaves.
The elder brother sat one night,
II m stronger far than Saul
My younger brother, it's but right
That I should give him all
Ihese sheaves that grow upon the plain
We own together, so
III put with his my stacks Of grain,
And he viii never know
Scarce had he left tie sheaves OF wheat
When quietly there came
Across the fields with stealthy feet,
And errand just the same
The younger lad who said; Il see
Ny brother SimOn's need
is greater far than mine, for he
Hath wife and child 70 feed;
And so 70 him III give my sheaveS
II Is but right know
And he win never think who leaves
These wheat stacks on his row."
Next morning when the brothers twain
Began TO count their store,
Behold each found his stacks OF grain
To number as before
''Why how is thisY' in great surprise
Each to himself then said
'Tll watch tonight and see who tries
These triclzc when I'm abedt'
And so, half way across the plain
They met-each one bent DER
With shocks and sheaves OF golden grain
To swell his brothers store
Good Saul and Simonl Would to-day
More brothers could be found
Who seek each others good Away,
And in kind deeds abound.
-HOWth's Companion.
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in front of a shoe store in Column
bus, Ca, stands a stuffed bear shin. A
visitor was passing eating pecans.
While he was opening the nuts and de-
vouring their contents he became OBJ
iviOus to his surroundings. Raising
his eyes in front Of the store he found
himself, as he supposed, confronted by
an angry, living bear, and, plying his
knife vigorously, he cut the stufing
from the imaginary wild beast in a
style that would have delighted the
heart of Rocky Mountain hunter
The bear is dead, and the young man
wished he was, too, many times since,
when being leased by his fun-loving
companions.
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ExlLEs' BEGGING SONG.
A Touching Incident of Life ON the Great
Siberian Road.

A Touching Incident of Life on the Great
Siberian Road.
/ shall never forget the emotions
reused in me by this song when 1
heard it for the first time. We were
sitting, one cold, raw, autumnal day,
in q dirty post station on the great
Siberian road, waiting for horses.
Suddenly my attention was attracted
by a peculiar, low-pitched, quavering
sound which came to us from dis
tance, and which, although made ap-
parently by human voices, did not
resemble any thing that l had ever
before heard. 1t was not singing, nor
chanting, nor wailing for the dead, but
a strange blending of all three. It
suggested vaguely the confused and
cOmmingled sOb5, means and entreat-
les of human beings who were being
subjected to torture, but whose suffer-
ings were not acute enough to seek
expression in shrieks or high-pitched
cries. As the sound came nearer we
went out into the street in front of
the station-house and saw approach
ing a chained party of about a hundred
bare-headed cOnvicts, who, surrounded
by a Gordon of soldiers, were marching
slowly through the settlement singing
the ''exiles' begging song" No at
tempt was made by the singers to pitch
their voices in harmony or to pro-
nOunce the words in unison; there
were no pauses or rests at the ends of
the lines; and could not make out
any distinctly marked rhythm. The
singers seemed to be constantly break
ing in upon one another with slightly
modulated variations of the same
slow, melancholy air, and the effect
produced was that of rude fugue or
of a funeral chant, so arranged as to
be sung like a round or catch by
hundred male voices, each independent
of the others in time and melody, but
all following certain scheme of vocal
ization, and taking up by turns the
same dreary, wailing theme Ths
words were as follows:
The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1889-01-04

When a hundred bottles of sarsaparilla Oh
other preten tious specifics fail TO eradicatS
Unborn scrofula or contagious blood poison
remember that B. B. B. Botanic Blood
Bafm) has gained many thousand victories
in as many seemingly incuFable instances
Send to the Blood Balm Co., Atlanta, Ga.
for g Book of Wonders" and be convinced.
1t is the only TRUR BLOOD PURIFIER.
@. w. Messer, Howell's x Roads, Ga.
writess 'I was afflicted nine years with
sores, All the medicine could take did me
no good. then tried B. b. B., and bottles
cured me sound"
Mrs. s. n. Wilson, Round Mountain
Texas, writes: " A lady friend of mine was
troubled with bumps and pimples on hel
face and neck. She took three bottles of b.
B. B., and her skin got soft and smooth
pimples disappeared, and her health i'm
proved greatly"
Jas L. Bosworth, Atlanta, Ga, writes
'tSome years sSgo 1 contracted blood poison.
had no appetite, my digestion was ruined,
rheumatism drew up my limbs SO could
hardly walk, my throat was cauterized five
times. Hot Springs gave me no benefit, and
my life was one of torture until gave B.
B. B. trial, and, surprising as it may seem,
the use OF Ave bottles cured me-"
The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1889-01-04

Upon your Stomach with blue pill, pody-
phyllin or other rasping purgatives, posi-
lence committed upon your inner man will dc
no good. Real help, prompt and thorough,
is to be found in the wholesome ant-bihous
medicine, Hostetters Stomach Bitters,
suits in malarial disease, rheumatism, dys-
pepsia, nervousness and kidney troubles.
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If you can imagine these words, half
sung. half chanted, slowly, in broken
time and on low key, by a hundred
voices, to an accompaniment made by
the iingling and clashing of chains,
you will have a faint idea of the
''DIiloserdnaya, or exiles' begging
song. Rude, artless and inharmon-
ious as the appeal for pity was, had
never in my life heard any thing so
nournfu1 and depressing. It seemed
to be the half-articulate expression of
all the grief, the misery, and the de-
SPAR that had been felt by generations
of human beings in the etapes, the for
warding prisons and the mines.
As the party marched slowly along
the muddy street between the lines of
gray log houses, children and peasant
women appeared at the doors with
their hands full of bread, meat, eggs,
or other articles Of food, which they
put into the caps or bags OF the three
or four shaven-headed convicts who
acted as alms-collectors. The jing-
ling OF chains and the wailing voices
of the exiles grew gradually fainter
and fainter as the party passed up the
street, and when the sounds finally
died away in. the distance and we
turned to re-enter the post station,
felt strange sense of detection, as il
the day had suddenly grown colder,
darker, and more dreary, and the
cares and sorrows Of life more burden
some and oppressive. George KEENAN,,
in Century.
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HUS carOled happy
Ora Dalton, one
brig hit S u IN m c r
morning, as she
IN errily tripped
through her fathers
meadow, culling ma
ture's sweets and
drinking in natures
JOY.
Arthur Warren,
reposing at full
length on the grass
near by, thought
her the loveliest
creature he had
ever seen, and her
voice the sweetest
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All communications for tuts paper should b.
accompanied by the name % the author not
Rscessarily for publication, but ns an eyidence
Or good fuith on the part OF the writer. W rite
emily on one side Of the paper. lie barticu .nrly
careful, in giving names and dates. to nave al
lattera and figures plain aud dlstlnsl
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"A brewer Of San Jose, Cal, un-
dertook to carry q 103-pound beer keg
distance of seven miles. After
walking six miles he gave up, declar-
ing he didn't care to kill himself
The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1889-01-04

PEOPLE Are Killed by Coughs that Hale's
Honey of HorehOund and Tar would cure.
Pixies ToOthache Drops Cure in one minute.
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Have pity on us. o our fathers
Don't forget the unwilling travellers,
Don't forget the longimprlsoned
Feed us, o our fathers-help us
Feed and help the poor and needyt
Have compassion, o our fathersi
Have compassion, o our mOthersi
For the sake OF Christ, have mercy
On the prisoners-the shut-up onesi
Behind walls of stone and grattngs,
Behind oaken doors and padlocks,
Behind bars and locks OF iron,
We are held in close confinement.
We have parted from our fathers,
From our mothers,
We from all our kin have parted,
We are prisoners;
Pity us, o, our fathers!
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MANY people have good aims, but they
never pull the trigger. Western PlOtUmdrl.
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"'BRowN's BRONCHIAL TRooHEs' are ex
cellent for the relief of Hoarseness or Sore
Throat. They are exceedingly efective"-
Clsststfdn World, London, Eng.
The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1889-01-04

ALL disorders caused by bilious state Of
the system can be cured by using Carriers
Little Liver Pills. No pain, gripping or dis
comfort attending their use. Try them.
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No MATTER how big and stout q presti-
digitatcur may be he is always slight-of-
hand -TerdS Sifttnqs
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IF Guilty OF Assault and battery

THE young clerk who goes about full
ieweled should he watched. --JeaDelers'
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A oANA1-1ook is sort of a navigate
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VERY few persons can hold their own on
their first sea voyage.
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THOSE who wish to practice economy
should buy Carriers Little Liver Pills. Forty
pills in a vial; only one pill a dose.
SLEEPIEG-CAR porters generally give q
fat man a wide berth