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Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1892-04-28
HARDLY A SUCCESS.
A Humorlsts Experience In Living 10y
Rule.

Rule.
don't know that it is possible to
divide the day into sections and assign
certain duties to certain hours, without
variation. Even the mariners compass
has to have little allowance. Living
by iron-bound schedule is possible only
at school. in the penitentiary, and some
painfully well-regulated homes. One
time l resolved to live by rule. ! made
the rules myself, so as not to get them
too hard. | wrote programme for
month ahead. ! went to bed that night
with such conceited feeling of con-
descending goodness that either for
got to say my prayers, or thought that
in the case of such a superior man they
were neither expected nor required,
| have forgotten which. Six II. IN.
was the hour set down on my
programme at which all the clocks
in the world were to strike the hour
of the new era, and the solar system
was to begin running on my schedule,
| think perhaps the new time-cards
didn't reach some of the outlying plan
cts. At any rate some mortal person
came to my bedroom door at T:45 a. m,
and suggested that cold coffee and muf-
fins would be served after eight o'clock.
! arose without remark and dressed on
"72s" time. The bright smile that was
scheduled to precede my benevolent
looking countenance into the breakfast
room had been side-tracked somewhere,
and in its place / wore for headlight
an expression of countenance. 1t is
not necessary to specify which one.
also took my place with a tone of voice
which, grieve to say, elected COM
ment | will not follow the days
journey in detail. 1t is too narrowing.
But the next morning l started
all right; early rising, leisure toilet,
moment of tranquil meditation, bright
smile, cheerful voice and all; got
through breakfast like seraph and
went to my lair to write from that
"new inkstand," thinking how pleased
Mr.. Box would be to see my copy" on
scheduled time, unless he should fall
dead from amazement. Somebody thun-
dered the forbidden knock at my door.
"Have you forgotten that you lecture
in Faraway Furlong tonight? Twenty
minutes to train timer / packed my
valise as men bale hay, caught the
train, didn't get home that month, and
if Mr.. Box fell dead | got posthumous
| letter from him that made nv hair curl
for week. don't want any more let
ters from dead editors. Live ones are
bad enough, but the dead ones fairly
howl-at least Mr.. Box has the most
uncomfortable manner of turning
round" in his coffin of any dead man
ever met.-Burdette, in LADIES' Home
| Journal
Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1892-04-28
a DEVOUT WORKER.


w ndU MISS NOlcHhO IN DoliE ior tt' WV"
of the Zulus.
The eldest daughter of the late Bishop
Colenso was his secretary and devoted
assistant in his Zulu work, and since
1888 has been taking upon her shoulders
as best she could the task which he laid
down. The confidence which the ma
tives learned to place in Father So
banthu," as they called the bishop, they
now manifest toward his daughter
Mrs. Colenso and her daughters are at
the present moment in England plead
ing the cause of the Zulus; they com
plain that the practice of English offi-
cials in dealing with these people con-
tradicts and largely stultifies what En-
glish missionaries have to teach.
"How can we believe what you
missionaries say on Sunday, when we
see your great mon doing the opposite
on Monday?" say the Zulus. The ven
cradle missionary, DR.. Moffat, declared
that British invasion of Zululand in
1879 had put back the cause of Chris
tian missions in those parts for fifty
years" The sequel to that war has
been, if possible, even worse. Bishop
Colenso died in 1883, worn out by the
sorrow and horror of the intervening
four years and half. The principal
Zulu chiefs are in exile in midatlantic,
on the island of st. Helena. They had
the audacity to impeach the local Eng
lish officials ON behalf of their people
for maladministration and they repeat
edly approached the superior authori-
ties, claiming inquiry and redress. In
stead, they themselves were put through
trial which the colonial papers in
dignantly declared to be "a mockery of
justice" They were literally condemned
first and tried afterward. Miss Colenso
was present throughout these trials,
and is now engaged in seeking justice
for the Zulus as a necessary preliminary
to teaching them Christianity, and tell
ing their story with this object wher-
ever English people are willing to listen
to it.-Chicago Post.
Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1892-04-28
Hurry in the City.

A tall man wearing a furred high hat
and bad-fitting overcoat pumped him
self down beside stranger in an ele-
waited car and began to talk Immediate
ly. "Never was so glad at the prospect
of getting away from New York in all
my life before" he said. 81 studied
law here fifteen years ago, and am
practicing out in Detroit. Came on
here expecting to finish my business
and go home in two days, but I've been
here ten. I've met with all sorts of de-
lays. The lawyers with whom l had
business were out again and again. l
don't like your short days and their
rush. You're trying to get too much
done in six hours. Why, | go to the
office at half-past seven in the morning
and don't get home till after six. Here
it's no use going down town much be-
fore ten, and if you call on lawyer
after five you find he's gone home. -
N. Y. Sun.
Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1892-04-28
willy Rodents.

A gentleman in Pennsylvania kept
number of dogs and was in the habit of
feeding them in long trough in the
stable. One day he happened to peer
through hole in the. door as the dogs
were feeding and was astonished to
see number of rats in the trough,
fearlessly partaking of the food with
the dogs. The rodents were at once
doomed to destruction, so the next day
the trough was placed in such posi-
ton that a gun pointed through the
hole would rake it from end to end. At
the usual hour tie food was placed, the
dogs being kept out. The rats, how
ever, did not make their appearance;
the heads of several sagacious old ones
were seenpeering out from their holes,
and there was great amount of squeal-
ing, but the rats evidently had their
suspicious and would not leave their re-
treats. Having waited for half an hour,
the dogs were let in, and in a few min
utes dogs and rats were feeding peace
fully together. The little creatures
seemed to be fully aware that they
were safe only when the dogs were
present.-Golden Days.
Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1892-04-28
PIrA AND POINT.
People with empty heads generally
lave tongues that rattle.

People with empty heads generally
lave tongues that rattle.
Never borrow trouble II you can
avoid doing so, But il you must borrow
il, try and get it without interest,"
Texas Siftings.
THAT" said the editor, as the
youth with the rhymes slid down the
stairway. lis the motion of poetry
Washington Star.
-"I'll see you later" said the slangy
young man. mo, George" she mur-
INJURED, don't say that. It's nearly
twelve o'clock now." - Washington
Star.
Il think IL must somewhere be writ.
ten that the virtues of the mothers shall
occasionally be visited on the children,
as well as the sins of the fathers. =.
Dickens.
-"This man has been ogling women,
your honor" said the policeman. "Ahl"
returned his honor; "a sort of stare
case, eh?" VIhereat the prisoner
laughed so heartily that the case against
him was dismissed.
-Bride-"Don't You remember that
as children we used to play house in
three or four packing-boXes? Ah, those
days were too happy to lastr' Groom
10, / don't know; aren't we living in
a iat?"-Brooklyn Life.
Servant -"This room will be rented
only to. an artist" Room-Hunter-
"And why not to another man?" Ser.
vant--"B Because artists areless trouble
some-they never want their room put
in order. ."-Fliegende Blatter.
1t Can't BE Kept.-Dukane-"You
have n fine new watch, see." Gas
well-"Yes; isn't it beauty? 1t cost
one hundred and fifty dollars, Does
it keep time?" keep time? No. time
flies as fast as before bought it. -
Pittsburgh Chronicle.
Not Love Story. -Caller-"Car
You use this story?" Editor-"What's
| the name of it?" Caller-"The Golden
Marriage" Editor-"We don't use
love stories" Caller-"This isn't 9
love-story. She married him for hi:
money. ey."-Yankee Blade.
He Was No Society Journal
Weary Watkins-"Boss, can't yor
gimme dime? Me room rent is doc
an l can't stay no longer" Mr.. Got
rox-''My friend, I really can see NJ
reason why l should give currency t.
an idle, discredited roomer. ."-Indianap
oils journal.
What Carried Him Away Weeping
Widow Ito whom the news is brough
of her husbands death in the west)-
"P--poor James! And-did he--boo-hoo
die of his own free will and ac-cord?'
Pampas Philip (who has brought th'
sad tidings)-"Well, mum, yaas, he-c
he did die of a cord, might say
Boston News.
Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1892-04-28
I DANCED A HoRNPIPE ON THAT ROCK

l DANCED HoRNPIPE ON THAT ROCK.
confident. BY standing erect / could
at all times keep my unwelcomed
partner in sight, and as uickly as he
would throw heavy paw over one
corner l would put my one hundred
and sixty pounds on the other, and the
baffled brute would have to content
himself with great handful of stone
and dirt No doubt it would have
appeared amusing to a disinterested
observer, this game of see-saw on the
mountain side between terror
stricken tenderfoot and mad and
disgusted grizzly, but could see only
the serious side of it. | knew that l
was comparatively safe while l could
keep his bearship overbalanced; but
the cold sweat broke out when l
thought over the situation. Suppose
the boys should break camp and go
away thinking that would rejoin
them at point further down the
stream on which we were camped?
Suppose that this huge devil should sit
down to deliberately wear me out?
Suppose-but just then savage pass
of the brutes paw caught tattered
section of my trousers leg, and once
more we commenced our see-saw.
Finally when / was nearly exhausted
and half crazed with fright, and when
the bear had relaxed somewhat his eff
forts. set up shout, half in despair.
half in hope that it might be heard by
my companions, who might be up the
mountain My first shout was drowned
in the roar with which the grizzly
greeted it, but as l continued to shout
he settled upon his launches and re.
garded me with half-quizzical look,
as though wondering what he would
do with that windbag when he got it.
l continued to shout Finally, to
my great delight, wNs answered.
shouted again. A reply came, and
soon saw my two friends climbing
up the side. The bear was on the op.
posite side of the rock, and shouted
the situation to my friends. While
they were creeping around to get in
position for shot that would tell,
peeped over far enough to excite the
bear, and at once we resumed our see.
saw. But this time stood erect, and
by waving my arms and yelling j
melted bruin to the verge of madness
Resting his paws upon the ledge he
fairly howled in impotent rage. When
the guns cracked he half turned, and
then slowly keeled over in heap.
Both shots had struck him fairly in the
left side, and he was dead when he
struck the ground. / danced horn
pipe on that rock, and then scrambled
down and sat down on the warm car.
cass of my late partner
We carried the hide to camp 1t now
ornaments my bedroom as rug, and
as place my slippers in its soft fur
after dinner reflect that it is much
better to win than lose in a game
where the stake is life or death. -
Aspen (Col) Cor. ST. Louis Globe
| Democrat
Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1892-04-28
WOMEN AND THEIR WORK.

GRAND RAPIDS Mich, has young
woman, Miss Mia Tupper, who is a
Unitarian minister:
Mrs. CLARA l.. WILLIAMS, the only re-
naming woman on the school board of
New York city, has been made chair
man of the committee on evening
schools.
Miss MARTHA MORTON, the play
wright, is on the sunny side of thirty,
and is pleasant-loolsing, bright-eyed
and brown-eyed woman, who is as in
teresting as she is clever.
MARIA MORAN, is a pretty 1s-year-old
girl of Newark, n j., whose name is
one of praise in that city. When cour.
age failed the regular nurses she volun-
teered for service at the smallpox hos
pital there.
NINE. CAROLYN BERTILLoN, nee Schultz.
and wife of DIR. Jacques Bertillon, head
of the statistical department at the
Hotel de Vile, Paris, has been appoint
ed physician to the Girlss Lyceum
Oycee Racine) in the Rue Rocker.
NILE. ELISE st. OMER, French won.
an 60 years of age. has started for a tour
around the world, beginning by way of
the southern hemisphere, for the pur.
pose of collecting statistics for the
French geographical society. She ex-
poets to be gone three years.
Two young city-bred women, daugh-
ters of prominent wholeshale mer-
chant in San Francisco named Lowen-
stein, are living on and working land
claim in the state of Washington be-
tween Hadlock and Port Ludlow. They
took up the claim two years ago and
have lived on it continuously since,
built the cabin in which they live, and
have cleared and grubbed twenty acres
of land. Their nearest neighbor is foul
miles away
Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1892-04-28

or death hug chose the former. and
right merrily | tripped it. was out in
the San Juan country about four
months ago enjoying season of rccrea-
tion. My time was spent mostly in the
foothills hunting mountain grouse and
smaller game. A fairly good shot, and
with enough ambition to stimulate eff
fort until my game bag was full had
enjoyed to the bent three weeks va
cation without killing anything more
dangerous than q mountain lion, which
to my thinking is the hyena of Amer
lean game animals. 1t was rumored
that grizzly bear had been marauding
to the south of our camp but as we had
spent nearly month tramping across
the mountains without sign of bear,
we paid no attention. We had made
up our minds to go back without a
bearskin, and, in fact, for one had no
especial hankering for bear hunt.
The morning of the day we were to
break camp and return again to work
started for a last hunt among the
grouse. Not expecting to be absent
long, filled the magazine of my Win
chester, leaving my heavy ammunition
belt to be packed away by the colored
understudy The mountain mist was
still heavy in the valley, and started
up the mountain side intending to be-
gin my hunt well up and work my way
down toward the camp. BY the time
had reached the point l desired the
sun had cleared the fog and began
work. For some cause game was
scarcer than usual, and was bewail-
ing my hard luck on the last day, when,
with a whlrry, pair of mountain
grouse flew up under my feet I fred
at the nearest one and 1t fell, but with
the roar of the gun came an answering
and louder roar, and from behind a
huge bowlder not thirty feet away
came tearing huge old silver tip. |
must have disturbed him in his last
snooze, for he was unmis takably raw
ing mad. He paused half minute to
locate me. and then, with an ugly
grunt that made my hunting cap fall
from my head, he charged me. Of
course, l ought to have shot him, and,
doubtless, would have done so had it
occurred to me. But it didn't The
distance betwe en- us was so short that
by the time l could turn to run inn
Agined ] could feel his hot breath burn
Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1892-04-28

frightful. lie gave a roar and dug
great burrows in the rough surface of
the stone with his claws in his efforts
to get at me.
When felt the great rock on which
lay between despair and death slow
ly careening under the weight of the
ferocious devil tried to pray AS the
stone slanted further | threw myself
as far over the opposite edge as !
dared, when, to my great JOY, my
weight tipped the bowlder back again,
and the grizzly, with mad roar,
slipped down and charged around the
stone to get at me from the other side
But was playing the same game, and
as fast as he would pull at one side
would tilt up the other 1t was des-
pcrate game of see-saw, in which the
stake was life. When the infuriated
grizzly would give a particularly vi
cious lunge l would grow white for
fear my see-saw would lose its balance
and be torn loose from its base. But
as we continued our game grew more
Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1892-04-28
One Dollar Per Year.

Young women, let me say few
words To you--words born OF expert
ence with many of your manuscripts
| have no desire whatever To curb the
literary aspirations of single girl or
woman who believes she was born TO
write" on the contrary, ! wish each
and all of them hearty God speed.
But, do let me say this, and in your
own interests; Unless you feel IN your
very nature that you must sing, unless
no other form of expression will shape
your feelings, don't write poetry, To
be successful poet calls for n great
deal. You must, in the first place, have
melody in your soul, in your mind and
in your ear you must know Thoroughly
the art of rhythmic construction, one OF
the most difficult things IN the world;
and even if you possess these natural
attributes of n poet, You must be gov
erned by the law of poetry, laws which
are so essential that without them you
are like rudderless ship at sea. Be
ceuse something beautiful in nature ap-
pcals to you, don't jump at the conclu-
sion that there is poetry in your soul.
Poetry is one of the most beautiful
forms of expression in literature. Only
a few are born, however, to do it justice.
You can be a poetand good poet, with
out being a Longfellow, a Whittier,
Holmes, or Tennyson. Only here and
there is born soul so full of melody as
these writers. But good poetry call for
a high standard, There are thousand
writer's to-day who can write good prose
where there is one who can write even
acceptable poetry. If you must sing IN
literature, well and good; but be sure
that the must is there. Don't force your
soul to sing when it only wants to
speak Many good thought has been
utterly spoiled by being put in bad
rhyme. Edward w. Box, in ladies
Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1892-04-28
"HUSTLERS" AND "RUSTLERS."
Such Are the Citizens of the Great North
western Cities.

western Cities
The keynote and countersign of life
IN the cities of the northwest is the
word hustle" We have caught it in
the east, but we use il humorously, Just
as we once used the southern word
'skedaddle," but out west the word
hustle is not only 4 serious term, but is
the most serious in the language. One
day, as sat in the lobby of one of the
great hotels in the older pair of twin
cities, heard two old friends greeting
one another with ardent expressions of
friendship and delight They had not
met for long while, and each asked
about the others Lizzie and Fannie and
their respective little ones. All of
sudden | heard one say:
"Well see you tonight, l suppose. l
have got to 60"
"Where have you got to go to?" the
other inquired, plainly disappointed that
the pleasant interview was not to be
prolonged.
"Where?" the other echoed. "Why,
to hustle, of course. have lost ten
minutes standing here talking to you.
Pm going out to hustle"
The word always jars upon the ear
of an eastern man when it is seriously
spoken, but it is preferable to that other
expression once dominant in the west,
but now all but abandoned. That was
the word "rustic," The noun rus
tier" and the verb ito rustle' meant
precisely what is conveyed by the
At the first blush, as they say out west,
iustle seems the better word. There is
a hint of poetry in the suggestion of the
sound of moving leaves upon the
ground or of the silken dress of a lady
moving rapidly. Moreover, that was
what the word was intended to convey,
the idea being that of man who
moves so rapidly that the dead leaves
upon the earth rustled as lie swept
along. But in its origin 1t is word of
evil intent, for the cowboys invented it
and applied it to cattle-thieves, rustlers
being the swift raiders who stole upon
grazing cattle on the plains, and rus
tied off with as many head, or beasts,
as they could get away with. There
fore rustic is the worse word of the
two. But to one who lives where
neither word is in familiar use there is
little choice, since the actual meaning
of hustle is not far different from that
of jostle. Both imply a serious and
even brutal lack of consideration for
other persons, who are elbowed and
pushed out of the way by the hustler
as rowdies are hustled along by the
police. = Julian Ralph, in Harper's
Magazine.
Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1892-04-28
PAIN.

Aias no spot OF ground
In all the world to grow thornless rose
Can anywhere be found
Beside the fairest path some bramble grows.
Unguessed in all delight
A sorrow turks: there hides n haunting fear
by every hcarthstone bright:
There is no check unmoistcncd by q tear.
And Is all sorrow EainY
Nayl rather but part OF Gods design,
The ministry OF pain,
That lends to life purpose more divine.
Not vain; for this hold.
An equal good shall every ia requito,
Though ills be manifold;
There were no heavcn'of stars without the night
SO ever must II be-
Tint every loss some compensation waits,
Our clearer sight shall sce
Our evils are our only evil fates.
Yet these shall be subdued:
And, as the savage, that, through wound and
pain,
Iswith the strength enducd
or all his enemies in battle slain,
We thence new power shall win
New power from all the burdens VIC have borne
or pain and wrong and sin;
II but TO comfort other hearts that mourn.
To man all good belongs;
Although with longings and with wants denied
Here all our being throngs,
Or soon or late we shall he satisfied,
B. Hathaway, in Boston Budget.
Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1892-04-28

A contributor to the London News
says in speaking on the servant question:
| foresee time when 'service" will be-
come as noble and popular calling as
that of hospital nursing, which has SO
rapidly and with such splendid results
been taken out of the hands of the
Sairey Camps and Betsy Prigs of the
old time, and has become a lady's voca-
ton. There is nothing in service more
dishonoring and degrading than in sick
nursing 1t is but another form OF
womanly ministration. Itrequires only
to be raised to a higher level in popular
opinion, and this will be done, and all
needful improvements made, when
sufficient number of women take the
matter in hand.
Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1892-04-28

THE UGLY sNoUT CAME INTO VIEW.
ing the fringe off the tails of my hunt
ing Jacket 1t was cut and run, and
did some expert lodging and twisting.
In the rush | dropped my gun. by
quick dodge around tree j gained
sufficient headway to scramble upon
large bowlder which rose to nearly the
height of my shoulder.
The grizzly was right behind me,
and as / fell scrambling on the top of
the stone a wicked swipe from his
claws tore to tatters one leg of my
trousers Exhausted and half dead
from fright managed to crawl far
enough from the edge to be out of
reach of those terrible claws For
about a minute / heard nothing from
bruin. He was evidently trying to as
certain whether had come out on the
other side. Presently saw two huge
paws feeling around over the edge OF
the bowlder and then the ugly snout
and the peering evil eyes came into
view. He could, by standing erect just
see over the edge. His rage when ne
saw his prey so nearly in bis reach was