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The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1892-03-11

Jim was just as cool as could be.
His face was as white as cotton, his
eyer flashed fire, but he, did not
move.
For minute he did not make q
single motion, or speak.
"Explain'this D. he said huskily
to Grant. He wouldn't havedoubt-
ed the woman for the world. She
was crying and began begging him
to protect her.
"Of course / will, Jack" said he,
"I'll kill that fellow. T'llkill him,
don't be frightened"
She chung to jim crying all the
harder
"You may do it" said Grantsul-
lenly. 81 will shoot with you any
time"
| ought to have stopped the al
fair right there. 1 am to blame,
perhaps, because ! didn't, but Jim
seemed SO badly hurt that the wom-
an he loved should be insulted, that
l said nothing,
They would meet at sunsets
they settled it-and fight a duel to
the death with pistols.
This fixed, Jim walked away with
the pretty woman weeping on his
shoulder.
The day was coming to a<close
when we reached the spot. The
rays of the dying sun fell cherries
about the gruesome mountain re-
treat, chosen for the duel.
There were three or four other
fellows around and Miss Heggie-
sheewould come along.
In silence the distance was. step
ped off, and amid awful silence the
word was given.
Two reports, so close together
that they might have been one
and Jim fell over with his hand
pressedlto his side.
His face was all drawn, and there
wasan agonized look of suffering on
it. | ran to him.
"Help me up" he stammered out.
I placed him on his feet, and he
tottered about for an instant like a
drunken man.
He fell to his knees with blood
streaming down from his breast.
Before any one could tell what
he4was about he raised his pistol
toward Grant and fired The big
fellow fell to the ground like a beef.
The pretty woman-God forgive
her-rushed to his side.
"My husband!" she cried, as she
bent over him. Bothwere dead.
" 4. u X ~
Ibid not censure her for causing
Jim's death-he would have forgiv
en- her anything. The story of hel
actions, Of how she worked" the
country with her husband, palming
herself off as unmarried, has beer
told already in the newspapers
This is Jim's story, from the hanC
of his friend.
I buried him as best 1 might.
didn't want to leave him withou
something to mark his last restin!
place, so | traced his simple nam,
, on a rude stone, and placed it at hi
head, and there it may be seen to
day, "Jim. Atlanta Constitution
The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1892-03-11
THE STORY OF JIM.

To make some record Of the honor
able way the poor fellow died, away
from home, with no familiar face
but mine near him.
Poor Jim He made a mistake
no doubt of it, but he was just as
good a fellow as ever staked a claim.
When we were young men, Jim
and / went West, eager to make a
fortune, as well as to see the great
country.
After running about over several
States, we finally decided to try our
luck at Kettle Rock. 1t was just a
mining village, which had sprung
ap, mushroom-like, in anight; but
when we reached it, it had become
permanent town, but with all the
elements Of a mining village.
We did pretty well, but l have al
ways believed that our run Of luck
was stopped by Jim's fallinginlove.
Love is something | can't under
stand; | have never felt it-except
toward Jim, poor old fellow. But
it completely upset him. He was
unft for work and he ceased to talk
Of anything but Jack Heggie- that
was the fair ones Names
Pretty? l have never seen any
thing to equal her. There was a
soft, look about her eyes and mouth
that gave her face an infinitely ten
der expression. There was that in
the fash Of her clear eyes thatmakes
q man die for woman. Her form
was divine, and, of course, it being
mining camp, she didn't dress aft
Ell the, fashion Of society, but her
gowns always looked enchanting
when she wore Them
From these broken bits of de-
scription you may gather the idea
that she was a pretty woman and
she was. [ wouldn't have blamed
Jim for falling in love with Miss
Jack Heggie if I had been a lady's
man myself.
She boarded in one of the few
private families there, and had come
out West with her father, who had
claim farther west and who had
left there alone.
She was SO lonely-she told such
a pretty story in such a winsome
yoice-that [ think Jim tried to
spend the whole time with her to
comfort her in her loneliness.
Poor Jim He lost his heart to
her, as completely as man ever
lost.his heart, and she returned his
affections.
Jim had but one riyal-Pomeroy
Grant, a big; heavy fellow, who
wouldhave made an ideal villain in
a play. But he treated both Of us
cleverly, and conducted his sui
very gentlemanly.
1t grew to be the talk Of the town
Which would win her-Jim orPom
eroy Grant? The fact is, l didn'
care, she took up SO much OF hi
time from the work.
Butt can never forget the nigh
that he came and woke me up-hi
face all lit up with happiness, AM
his frame all aquiver with it.
"Old boy. he said, "she's mine
She's minel" And then he pranc
ed about the room unable to contai,
his joy Poor fellow-I repeat
again-he didn't know; he didn'
know.
It became noised about the tow
ina few days that Jim had won he
and he was the envy of the place
Things went along as merry as
marriage bell for some time, and
began to be glad that Jim had wo
such an incompatible creature fc
The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1892-03-11

When Baby was sick, we gave her castoria.
When shewas a Child, she cried for Castoria
When she became Miss she chung to Castoria
When she had Children, she gave them CastOriA
The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1892-08-27
The Size of tho Gulf Stream.

People think the Mississippi great
stream, and it is so in truth, so far as
land rivers go, but great as it is it would
require 1900 such rivers to make one
Gulf Stream. The great ocean river is
an irresistible food of water, running
all the time, winter and summer, and
year after year. It is as difficult for the
mind to grasp its immensely as it is to
realize the distance of the nearest stars.
At its narrowest part in the Straits of
Florida it is thirty mine miles wide, has
an average depth of 1000 feet and
velocity at the axis-the point of fastest
fow-of from three to more than FIVE
miles per hour. To say that the volume
in one hours flow past Cape Florida is
10000, 900, 600 tons in weight does not
convey much to the mind. If we could
evaporate this one hours flow of water
and distribute the remaining salt to the
inhabitants of the United States, every
man, woman and child would receive
nearly sixty pounds. Detroit Free Press.
The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1892-08-27

w HEhE Inh aEftObO LILLE
roll Of Union martyrs, and the answer
would be in almost unbroken chorus,
"Here!' At Gettysburg would Rey-
nolds shout, with Weed and Zook, with
Farnsworth and Vincent; at South
Mountain would Reno call and at An
tietam Mansfeld's gray bearded head
bow, with Richardson and Rodman nod
ding in unison; across the Potomac, at
Balls Bluff, Bakers clarion tones come
as a tocsin to the onset 1S61), and in the
valley beyond the brave Russell and
gallant Mulligan, with Bidwell and
young Lowell, give voice to benedic-
ton on work as good as done and
sealed with their blood 1854; at Ma
nassas the fiery Kearny and the gentle
Stevens arise and salute, leading up
New Jerseys modest hero, Taylor; at
Fredericksburg Bayard, taken all too
soon, and G. F. Jackson give voice from
the valley, while across the height, at
Charlottesville, Berry and Whipple
send back the echoes; at the Wilderness
the voices from fredericksburg and
Charlottesville arouse Wadsworth and
Alexander Hays, while at Spottsylvania,
only step farther, ssUncle john Sedg
wick, the Sixth corps idol, rises to re-
spond, and Stevenson, Of the Ninth, and
Rice, Of the Fifth, salute in company.
At the gates Of Richmond arises Burn
ham, from Fort Harrison's despoiled
site, and on the road from Petersburg's
victory to the Appomattox council of
peace the noble Winthrop, the brave
Theodore Read and the last Irish brigade
hero, Smyth, close the line and spirit
hands are folded for 'taps."
Arise, too, will Koltes, at Manassas;
Goodrich, at Antietam; Spears, at
Marye's Heights; Cross. Willard and
Sheriff., at Gettysburg; Mallon, at Bris-
toll; o. H. Morris and L. 0. Morris,
with McKeen, Haskell. Drake and
Byrnes, at Cold Harbor; Kelley, Blais-
dell, Mix, Dushane and Craig, at Peters
burg, and Thoburn, at Cedar Creek, all
colonies in rank and pay and generals in
deed and sacrifice.
GEORGE L. KILMER.
The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1892-08-27

Such histrionic ability as one sees ex-
hibited in this! The players stand in
line and one little girl-or big girl
opposite advances and retreats, singing:
Here comes knight a-riding.
A-riding, a-riding;
Here comes a knight a-riding
With saucy, taucy fiddle me o!
Now the line advances, looking inter-
ested, with the query, "Pray, what is
your good will, sir?" with the repetitions
and refrain as in the first stanza. The
knight replies, "My good will is to
marry" Again the line goes at it eager
ly, (Which one of us will you have,
STRIP The knight is scornful now.
"You're all too black and dirty" The
sighted ones put on an expression Of
"You're another" and sing, "We're
just as good as you are" This exhibi-
ton of ''spunk" pleases and mollifies the
knight, who sings, 'sThe fairest one that
1 can see is little Lucy-come to me-"
Little Lucy skips over, and then two
knights come a-riding, and SO the game
goes on till everybody is a knight. Of
course not to be chosen till the last is
great slight, and many fearful little
maiden 'swon't play any more" just
because she is left till the very last.
The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1892-08-27
:
ON OLD BA1TLEFlELpS.
The Roll Call Of Heroes Who Fought
and Died.

The Roll Call ofssHeroes Who Fought
and Died.
The Grand Army encamprent at
Washington, Sept. 1923, viii be fol-
lowed by excursion trips to the old bat
tlefields of the Potomac.
Once again faces will be set toward
Richmond, toward the Shenandoah,
toward Gettysburg and Antietam,
toward the Peninsula, the Rappahan-
mock, the James and Petersburg. From
Washington the field spreads out north
to Gettysburg, sweeping around west to
embrace Antietam, Balls Bluff, Win
chester, Cedar Creek and the valley;
then south and southwest to Manassas
the Rapahannock and Rapidan, with
Fredericksburg, Charlottesville, the
Wilderness and Spottsylvania; then
Richmond, with Fair Oaks, Gaines
Mill, Cold Harbor and Malvern Hill, on
to Petersburg and the coast.
Within this region, at no point except
ing Petersburg, more than 100 miles
from Washington, lie the sanguine fields
of the war in the east. There, too, are
the eternal bivouacs of phantom
army which, could it arise today and
form ranks, would make a ghostly
skirmish line along the borders of that
bloody ground from Gettysburg to the
Virginia sea. There could be called the
The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1892-08-27
Tho Wents.

In outward appearance the Wends are
throughout powerful, healthy and
muscular race, whose men are coveted
for the consumption. The first Ma,
poleon's famous "Bouchers Saxons"-
the Saxon dragoons-were nearly all
Wends. And in the present day 1t is
the Wends who contribute the lions
share of recruits to the Saxon household
regiments. Their women are priced
throughout Germany as nurses. They
are all we'll built, well shaped, rich IN
muscle and nimble in motion, like the
Lacedmmonian women of old. Next
to stature, the most distinctive external
feature of the race is their national
dress, which, as in most similar cases,
survives longest and in It's most charac-
teristic form among women. As be-
tween different districts it varies very
markedly, but throughout it has some
common features. Fortnightly Review.
The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1892-08-27
GAMES OF CHILDREN.
Pastimes and Songs that Have Long
Delighted Boys and Girls.

The Lads and Lassies of Today Enjoy
Them as Much as Did Their Ances-
tors of Two Centuries Ago-Sample
Words and Music.
copyright, 1892 by American Press Associa-
tion.J
Our grandmothers played them in
short sleeved, short WASTED muslin
frocks; our mothers played them in
ridiculous starched pantalets, and we
played them, those old singing games,
in side laced shoes and white stockings.
None of us knew where the games orig
mated, or WHO first sang the songs.
They were in the air of childhood, and
we simply breathed them in. The end
of the century children play them and
sing the very doggerels we used to sing,
but nobody knows where or when or
how they originated.
Sometimes the words are trif1e unin-
telligible and the tune out of joint, with
accidentals thrown in just wherever
childish fancy indicates, but in the main
they're the old rhymes, the old songs,
and if you'd forget your manners and
your gown and join hands with the chill
dren you'd find them singing "King
William as of old, and this is what
they'd sing:
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The next game has variations without
end and extra verses ad nauseam. There
is a ring and kissing in it, just as thes
are inmost of the other games. Itbegins
Oats, BEANS peas and barley grows.
Oats, beans, peas and barley grows,
You nor nor nobody knows
Where oats. beans, peas and barley grows.
The English language bleeds and suf
fers through all the verses, and rhythm
and prosody are tormented to the verge
Of delirium tremens. The last stanza is
the noblest effort of them all, and con
tains some good practical advice on the
marriage question:
Now you're married, you must obey,
You must be true to all you say;
You must be kind you must be good
And keep your wife in kindling wood.
Screen Gravel is rougher game.
AS the ring marches round, the song in.
forms first one and then another that
her father. her mother and her lover are
dead, and that the lover sends her a
letter to s'turn round her head" She
then faces out. When all the players
are facing out they begin to run round
and round rapidly till somebody falls
down and is hurt. That is the funny
part.
The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1892-08-27

ssHere Goes the Black bird" is somewhat
elaborate. The windows are the raised
arms of the children in the ring, and
"Suit Your Skirts" is an impromptu jig
that is often very cleverly done. The
words are:
Here goes the blackbird thro' the window,
Thro' the window, thro' the window;
Here goes the blackbird thro' the windows,
Oh. ginger snapsl
That is the first stanza. The black
bird then takes his stand in the middle
of the ring and chooses partner,
whereupon the song goes on, ''Suit your
skirts to the rattle at the window" with
the repetitions as before, and ''ginger
snaps to end with. The last words are,
'Make little bow, and take her by the
shoulders" etc. That is where the jig
comes in, and it is distinctly pretty.
Children of larger growth in the
rural communities, where the boys wear
high heelea boots and the girls affect
sky blue ribbons, play "Sister Phoebe" "
for in the guilelessness OF their hearts
'kissia games" are nothing but unaaul.
The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1892-08-27

Here is the story of the GARNER in the
DELL" He is discovered in the ring-not
prize ring or a whisky ring, but ring
of children who sing:
The farmer in the dell,
The farmer in the dell.
Heigho, dairy OF
The farmer in the dell.
The farmer here chooses himself a
helpmeet, and the song goes on in the
sssame time and tune" The farmer
stakes wife," The wife then chooses
somebody, and the song announces
ssthe wife takes a child" The child
takes turn at it, and as third COM
pletes the trio the song continues, "The
child takes dog" Then the farmer
and his family withdraw and join the
ring again. The dog by some unique
metamorphosis becomes the farmer in
the dell, and the game begins all over
again.
So much for the old singing games.
Kindergarten children play musical
games far more deliberately and scien-
tifcally, but in school Fairgrounds from
Dan to Beersheba these and innumerable
others of like import are the games that
delight childish hearts. They are as old
as childhood itself, and as ever new and
young as the children who play them.
The little ones have made playthings of
the serious things of life. Some of their
games commemorate reigns of kings,
battles on which a nations fate hung
and times that tried mems souls. The
children have been faithful historians,
and in their play have made lasting rec
ord of what the rest of the world has
forgotten. RUTH KIMBALL,
The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1892-08-27

The Chineoteague clamdigger works
during the greater part of the year, and
very spry man in spot where CLAIMS
are thick can tread out great many
hundred in day. CLAIMS feSch from 81
to so per i 600 at Chincoteague, which
seems great deal for the money when
one thinks of clam chowder at fash
ionable reasaarant-New York Sun.
The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1892-08-27
An odd Turkish superstit,on.

An odd Turkish superstition is as fol-
lows: If one finds piece of bread lying
upon the ground he must pick it up, kiss
it and carry it until he finds hole into
which the kiss can be inserted. To step
upon piece Of bread or to leave it lying
upon the ground is one Of the unpardon-
able sins and dooms the offender to the
third hell, where he is perpetually gored
by an OK that has but a single horn, that
in the center of his forehead.-St. Louis
Renublic.
The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1892-08-27
WITH a SCARAB TO A FRIEND,

Day by day, and mile by mile,
ASH journeyed up the Nile.
Pen in hand.
Taking sketches. making notes
OF tenaples. tourists, boats,
Palms and sand;
Labyrinthine tombs exploring.
Climbing pyramids, adoring
Gods of old;
"Anteekah" hunting, trying
My prentice hand at buying,
Being sold"
In the midst Of these excursions,
..Fantasias'' and diversions
without end,
1 bought tiny scarab
One morning from an Arab
For my friend.
It was once the sacred token
OF eternity unbroken
And divine.
Some long vanished priest or king,
Lord or lady, owned the thing
Now tits thine.
Amelia B. Edwards.
The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1892-08-27

King William was King James son,
And from a royal race he sprung;
Upon his breast he wore a star,
That points way to the ocean far.
Go choose you East, go choose you West.
Go choose the one that you love best.
If she's not here to take your part,
Choose the next one to your heart.
Down on this carpet you must kneel,
AS sure'S the grass grows in the feld.
Salute your bride and kiss her sweet;
Now you may rise upon your feet.
Da capo, ad ibitum. Round and round
go the players, marching about King
William in the center, who chooses his
bride and kisses her soundly and loudly
after the fashion of childhood. The OBJ
ject, as in most of the games, is nothing
but kiss, and the kissee is left in the ring
to choose the one that she loves best and
become a kisser in turn. The game per-
haps is relic of some savage marriage
custom. Perhaps it only dates back to
William of Orange, who, while he was
not King James son, was the next best
thing-his son-in-law.
'sKing William" is from England, but
ssWeevily Wheat is straight from Scot
land and the Jacobites. It is reel or
contradance, and as the players dance
they sing to the de6antly stirring old
tune, ssWha'll be king but Charlie the
words:
Well have none o. your weevily wheat,
Well have none of your barley;
What we want is the best of wheat,
To make cake for Charlie.
Charlie is a nice young man.
Charlie is dandy;
Charlie loves to kiss the girls
Whenever they come handy.
One can quite fancy one sees the colors
of tartan and bonnet and hears the
droning of the pipes at that.
The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1892-08-27
Choice Of michigan Democrats.

For governor of Michigan the Demo-
Gratis have nominated Chief Justice Al
len B. Morse, of the state supreme court.
He has the rare honor of having been
the first Democrat since the war to carry
Michigan on a straight party vote. The
Democrats and Greenbackers had to-
The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1892-08-27

terated bliss. The jumper Tree is :
chair, and in it the young woman sits
while the young man puts his nat on no
head and kisses her-and she ALWAYS sa'
why, you horrid thing! Now stopr
These are the words they do it to:
Oh, sister Phobel how happy were we
The night we sat under the juniper tree,
The juniper tree, heigho!
Take this hat on your head, keep your head
warm,
Take sweet kiss, it will do you no harm,
But great deal of good, I am sure.
The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1892-08-27

gether elected governor by small
plurality, but in 1885 Mr.. Morse was
made the Democratic candidate for chief
Justice against the learned and eminent
Thomas M. Cooley, who had occupied
the place many years.
The result was surprise to the whole
nation, as Judge Morse's majority was
about $4,000. The new chief justice had
been comparatively unknown. He is
small, modest and quiet gentleman of
middle age, fought through the war in
the Union army and lost an arm in battle.
The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1892-08-27
seashel1s for Cooking Utensils.

1t is not generally known that large
numbers of seashells are imported from
tropical countries every year for cook
ing utensils. These shells are used
largely in the hotels and restaurants. as
baking receptacles for Holsters and crabs.
--Phiaaa slphia Times.
The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1892-08-27


"Happy Is the Miller brother to
"Dan Tucker" and own cousin to ''Sir
Roger de Coverley," is another of the
dancing games that those old time friends
of ours who wouldn't dance for worlds
used to play. The players march two
and two about the miller and sing:
Happy is the miller who lives by the mill;
The mill goes round and he stands still;
One hand in the hopper, the other in the,sack,
The ladies step forward and the gents step
back.
And then, of course, the miller in the
middle of the ring tries to get partner,
and the ensuing grabbing and jostling
and laughing are wonderfully amusing,
and everybody gathers up the pieces and
begins again.
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The Princeton union., 1892-10-27
BlossominS Fruit Trees.

The peach is always beautiful in
flower, but occasionally some individual
tree is almost startling in it's attractive
ness. The rule seems to be that the
finer sorts of peaches have less conspicu-
GUS bloom. The handsomest trees in
flower are the wild ones along the way
side in Kentucky, Missouri and Arkan-
sas. Some of these ought to be selected
and treated purely as Towering trees.
Cherries, SO far as I know, do not have
blossoms which sport into colors, but
morello is sufficiently attractive in
white. It is complete globe of flowers,
and small enough to occupy place in
an ordinary shrubbery. Then, too, it
has capacity for blooming when very
young, and a tree three years old will
burst into a miniature flower garden
three or four feet in diameter.
There are few shrubs which can rival
the beauty Of a ounce tree in full
bloom. I had small orchard of forty
of these trees covered with flowers and
it was superb spectacle. l grew few
of them in my shrubbery for the sake of
the flowers alone, although the pale
flower is a delight to the eye. There are
few finer shrubs than the dwarf apples,
and both the apples and cherries can be
managed very readily in this way.-Cor.
Garden and Forest.