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Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1895-06-05
Statistics Of Popping the Question in
Fiction.

Some one with nothing else to do
has investigated the way in which 100
men in fiction are represented as pro-
posing. Seventy two hold the lady's
hand, seventeen hold it tightly, four
teen have Jumps in their throats, and
nine exclaim aloud: THANK Heaven!"
Only seven out of 100 declare them
selves to be deliriously happy, and five
are too full for utterance. Three out
of 100 stand on their feet when they
make proposal, and two 60 down on
one knee, while nine make formal
prelude-something like the slow mu.
sic in the play when the villain appeals
to heaven to witness the consuming
flame of his affections for the heart he
plots to ruin, otc. The behavior of the
lady under the circumstances is equal
ly entertaining and instructive. Out
of 100 cases eighty one sink into the
arms OF the gentleman, sixty eight rest
their heads on the gentleman breast,
and only one sinks into the arms of a
chair; eleven clasp their arms around
the gentleman's neck, six weep tears of
joy silently, and forty four weep aloud
whatever that means; seventy two
have eyes full of love, and nine out of
100 rush from the room and tell every
body. Only four are greatly surprised,
and eighty seven out of 100 knew that
something was coming. Five giggle
Historically, and one even sneezes.
Only one of 100 struggles not to be
kissed, while six kiss gentlemen first
New York Tribune.
Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1895-06-05

promptly performed, there we may
justly expect, and certainly shall find,
the most numerous and magnificent
examples of heroic devotion and sacri-
flee. Occasional feelings, it must not
be denied, have some times their share
in the production of such examples;
but is not generous and magnanimous
country much more likely to cherish
and animate such feelings, than those
which are insensible to the claims of
merit, and only reward the best SER
vices with indifference
At this juncture, when the fate of the
Cumberland settlements was suspend.
ed by hair, events so propitious and
timely, could not fail to inspire success
ful anticipations. Like the rest of man.
kind, the settlers readily believed that
which they wished, and cherished the
expectation of ease and safety; but
these hopes were not without the coun-
terpoise of savage persecution. The
Indians still kept up their offensive
operations in 1888; they killed Roger
Top, one of the guard who came with
the commissioners, at the place where
Mr.. Deaderick afterwards lived; at the
same time and place they shot Roger
Glass through the thigh. Two nights
afterwards, finding a man at the place
where the stone bridge is, they shot
him; he ran to the fort and shortly af-
forwards died. This was done while
the commissioners were sitting at the
bluff to ascertain and give certificates
for the preemption rights secured to
those who had settled on the Cumber.
land as early as the first of June, 1880.
Though the guard which was with the
commissioners did not experience any
molestation from the Indians whilst
they were running the line and laying
off the lands of Gen. Greene, that was
owing to formidable NUM- beis which
composed it; the guard was numerous;
those who composed it we're promised
compensation for their services in
lands, since called guard rights, and
they came in crowds to be enlisted into
that service.
Continued next week.
Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1895-06-05

Lobbylounger-How was the play
last night?
Fustniter-Wonderful. Most Arts.
tic and dramatic production seen in
years. Held the audience spelbound
from first to last. Why, sir, in some of
the thrilling situations there were times
when not sound could be heard but
the hard breathing of Othello, the sup.
pressed sobs of Desdemona and the
conversation in the boxes.-New York
Weekly.
Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1895-06-05

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Your Physical Condition

needs attention at this time. If you
are tired, weak and nervous, it is clear
that your blood is impure, and with
out doubt there has been too much
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The course of treatment for such con-
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gent people without number have testi-
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Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1895-06-05

Jones-Curry is an awfully unfortun-
ate fellow.
Jackson-That so?
Jones-Yes; he snores so loud that
he always wakes the baby; then the
baby cries 80 loud he wakes Curry, SO
they have to walk together. .-Scribner' s
Magazine.
Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1895-06-05

Ramon's Liver Pills and Tonic Pei
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The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1895-12-20


T was a stormy
Christmas Eve, and
the little town of
TromSoe was COM
pletely e%nveloped
, in the ermine man.
. tie of ~mid-Winter.
Snow had been fall
ing all day. and as
t i e night ap-
The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1895-12-20
The Tramp's Christmas.

"Silas,' said Mrs. Ulogue, wiping her
tear-dimmed eye with the corner OF her
bingham apron, this is the anniversary
Of the day our son William disappeared
from home after you reprimanded him
for staying out late O. nights playing
pool or something"
yes" assented her husband, sharp
ening the carver preparatory to dis
secting a nicely Drowned turkey. at is
exactly ten years since he went away,
and without just cause, too"
But don't you think you were a
little hard on him, Silas? It was only
3 o'clock in the morning when he came
home, and boys will be boys"
He made a mistake in goin' away"
replied Silas, clipping off a wing: AN
l guess no one knows that better than
William by this time
Maybe so, but 1 had a strange dream
about our absent boy last night, and
something tells me that he is coming
home, like the prodigal son, and have
put an extra plate on the table, at the
place where he always sa-. But
The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1895-12-20

bark! Some one has entered the gate.
1t is-it is our son Wi liami A mothers
instinct is never wrong. Yes-I recog-
nize his footsteps. Oh, we shall have d
real merry Christmas once morer'
And Mrs. Ulogue, trembling like an
aspen, sprang from her seat and quickly
opened the door. A rough-bearded
seedy-looking man stood on the thresh-
old.
"Oh, William, my SON. cried Mrs.
Ulogue, throwing her arms around the
stranger and almost dragging him into
the house, you have ONE home at last.
| knew you would. tbs is indeed a
merry Christmas"
"'Scuse me, ma'am," returned the
stranger, struggling to free himself
from the affectionate embrace OF the
woman. ME names not William, an
l amt nobody's son. My parents passed
in their checks afore l had time to get
on speakin' terms with 'em, an I'm a
wanderin' horphan.
Me names Henry Tennyson Naggs,
but me pards call me Skinny the
Tramp fer short. But l sees how
you've got a vacant cheer at the festive
board, an l don't mind bcin' your son
pro TEN, as the Latin sharDs SEE. spe-
cially as l left home without dinin'."
Here, Tige" called Silas, opening a
door leading into the kitchen; and as a
dog as large as a newborn calf sprang
into the room, Skinny the Tramp made
a hasty exit. AS he passed through the
yard he absent-mindedly picked up a
new Ratchet, which he sold at the next
village for the price of five beers.
So the tramp had a merry Christmas
after all.
The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1895-12-20

With it's glossy, dark leaves and bright,
red berries, it is an attractive decora-
ton for the house.
The Jews used to decorate at their
Feast OF Tabernacles with evergreens
and flowers.
The laurel was used at the earliest
times of the Romans as a decoration for
all joyful occasions, and is significant
Of peace and victory.
In some places it is customary to
throw branches Of laurel on the Christ
mas fire and watch for onens while the
leaves curl and crackle in the heat and
flame.
The evergreen tree is a symbol used
as the Revival of Nature, which as
Economically signifies the return of the
Sun. Hung with lights and offerings,
the tree has for centuries been one of
the principal characteristics Of Christ
mastide.
The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1895-12-20

1t was cary Christmas morning, and
the streets were empty. A boy with a
big turkey knocked at the kitchen door
OF a large, pleasant house, and while
he was talking with the cook, cold,
homeless little Tabby Tiptoes slipped in
between his heels Sc softly that nobody
saw her. Good" she thought. Now
| cal get warm
She patted lightly upstairs on her lit
tie velvet paws, and found herself in a
snug and coy room y bright fire
snapped in the CRATE, and beside it hung
a small stocking, cram:ncd full from
top to toe.
Tabby was SO pleased with her warm
quarters that she turned a somersault
on the soft rug. Then she played that
the toe Of the stocking was a mouse.
She caught it with her sharp claws, and
gave it a little pull.
But the stocking was overloaded al
ready, ard down it came or the hearth.
The checkers and dcminces and sugar
plums rolled to every-side.
Poor Tabby just had time to hide in
the empty stocking before Neddy
rushed into the room.
why mamma" he called, Santa
Claus must have dropped my stocking,,"
Then he put his hand into it. "A live
kittenr' he shouted again. "Oh, how
did Santa C,aus know. That was just
what l wanted,'
And indeed, OF all his pretty presents,
Neddy liked little pussy best.
The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1895-12-20
Merry Christmas.

Christmas ought to be the merriest
day of the year. From the busy man to
the little child, let the cheerful greet
ing, Merry Christmas" ring out gladly
to all. Christmas is the time when.
after weeks of expectancy, Santa Claus
appears to the dear children. The time
has come for the hanging up of stock
ings, and many bright eyes will look
on Christmas morn up the chimney for
a glimpse of Santa Claus land his eiobt
tiny reindeer" The days will come
When belief in the beautiful myth of
Santa Claus will disappear, but let if
last so long as it can and gladden. the
hearts of happy childhood.
The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1895-12-20
The YuIe Log.

A custom at one time prevalent in
England. and still observed in some of
the northern districts of the old coun-
try, is that Of placing ar immense log
of WOod-sOmetimes the root of a great
tree-in the wide c~himney-place. This
log is often called the yule log, and it
was on Christmas Eve that it was put
on the wide hearth. Around it would
gather the entire family, ard it's en-
trance was the occasion of a great deal
of ceremony. There was music and re-
joicing, while the one authorized to
light it was obliged to have clean
hands.
1t was always lighted with a brand
left over from the log of the previous
year, which had been carefully pre-
served for the purpose. A poet sings Of
it in this way:
With the last yeere's brand
Light the new block, and
For good success in his spending,
On your psaltries play,
That sweet luck may
Come while the log is a tending.
The Yule log was supposed to be a
protection against evil spirits. and it
was considered a bad omen if the fire
went out before the evening was over.
The family and guests used to seat
themselves in front of the brightly
burning fire, and many a story and mer-
ry jest went round the happy group.
The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1895-12-20
XMAS
We Have Copied the Customs of Nom
Christian Countries,

Among the ~votaries of the early
Druids there was a superstition that
the houses should be decorated with
evergreens in December, in order that
the Sylvan spirits might enter them
and thus be kept free from the blast
OF the cold North wind and the frost,
until a milder eason renew the foliage
of their usual haunts. The Christmas
tree is really from Egypt, where the
palm tree puts forth a branch every
month, and where a spray of this tree
with twelve shoots on it, was used in
Egypt at the time of the Winter SOL
stice, as a symbol of the year COM
pleted.
Who does not know the poem be-
ginning
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall,
The holly branch shone on the old oak
wall.
Years ago over every mans door in
England hung a sprig of mistletoe at
this season. There still hovers a mys-
tic charm about the mistletoe, and
many a girl now, with a thrill of ex-
pectancy, places a branch of it under
the chandelier or over the door. Ac-
cording to a former belief, when a
girl is caught and kissed under a
mistletoe a berry must be picked off
with each kiss, and when the berries
have all been plucked the privilege
ceases.
Among the ancient Britons the
mistletoe that grows. On the oak tree
was the kind held in favor. Because Of
its heather origin it is not used often
in church decorations, a fact which is
referred to by Washington Irving in his
"Bracebridge Hail." where he has the
learned parson rebulIe the %unlearned
clerk for this very thing.
In Germany and Scandinavia the
holly or holy tree is called Christ's
thorn, because it puts forth its berries
at Christmas time, and therefore is es-
pecially fitted for church decorations.
The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1895-12-20
The Christmas Tree.

Only a star! a shining star!
More glorious than Jul planets are,
But watched by wistful eyes and bright,
And longing hearts, that wondrous
night.
Only a manger, shadow-thronged,
That to some public inn belonged,
Where sweet breathed cattle quietly
For midnight slumber bent the knee.
Only the light of tapers small,
That on two tender faces fall,
Two tender faces-one divine
That still through all the centuries
shine
From palace walls, from thrones OF
gold.
From churches, shrines, cathedrals old,
Where the grand masters of their art
Wrought faithfully with hand and
heart.
Only a babe, in whose small hand
Is seen no sceptre of command,
But at whose name, with Freedoms
sword,
Move the great armies Of the Lord.
Only a cross, but oh, what light
Shines from Gods throne on Calvary's
height!
His birth, His, life, the angels see,
Written on every Christmas tree.
M. A. Denison.
The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1895-12-20

great and joyful a festival as Chrtct-
mas, it showed, she added, a lamentaole
lack of religious feeling to prefer such
a request. She pointed out that pow
erty, sickness and death were sent by
God himself, and that the true Chris
tan should submit to them, not merely
without a murmur, but joyfully, kissing
the rod in remembrance of the gracious
declaration, "As many as l love l re-
buke and chasten." She offered to
call on the following day for the pur-
pose of %exhorting Greta to submit to
the will of God with entire resignation.
The mother had now lost all hope,
and vas returning to her home in a
still more Responding frame of mind
than hat in which she had quilted it.
She walked en- as in a dream, scarcely
noticing the fast falling snow, while
longing with an intensity bordering on
agony that she might have been able
to procure even a. few common flowers
for her Greta. But none were to be
found. Even the snowdrops hid them
selves in the bosom of the earth, and no
primrose nor violet would be seen for
months. Thus s%orrowfully musing,
she continued her walk, and in a few
minutes would have reached her mis-
cradle home, when by the light of her
lantern she saw a few green leaves
peeping from the foot of a hedge which
enclosed a garden in the neighborhood.
STOPPING down, she scraped away the
snow with her hand. Yes, there were
leaves, large and lustrous, under which
she found a few green blossoms, some
full blown, others in bud, but all pale,
small and without color, perfume or
beauty.
Ant" though she, "as there were no
roses to be procured, these little flowers
have been sent that my child may be
spared the pain of knowing that there
are hearts so cold and hard that no
woes of others can soften them, and
who care for no sorrows except their
own"
AS she fastened onward, the deep
toned bell struck the hour of midnight
and the joyous Christmas chimes broke
The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1895-12-20

on her ear. Kneeling reVerently on the
snowy ground, the mothers heart went
up in gratitude, and she prayed the ALI
Merciful One to look with plying eyes
on her sweet and cherished Greta,
pressing the humble flowers to her
bosom. In another moment, she had
risen and passed onward with her
treasure.
AS she drew back the curtain to offer
the dark leaves and little green blcs-
SONS to her darling, she made a discov-
cry which startled her. They had
given place to large, exquisite white
blooms tinged with a delicate pink.
Roses. roses!!" cried Greta, 90,
mother, who gave them to you?"
1T was a Christmas present." replied
the astonished mother.
At the sight of these lovely Christmas
roses, the dying girl bowed her head,
and softly kissed each precious bios
som Then she fell back on her pillow
with a sigh. "The light that vas eve
On land or sea" came into the beauti-
full blue eyes, and her lips ~half-opened
with a radiant smile. The prophecy Of
the doctor was fulfilled. The roses had
appeared, and her sufferings were
ended. Her pure young spirit had
passed upward in one ~ecstatic burst OF
owe and thanksgiving.
Since that time Gong ago. the plant
which grows under the hedges, beneath
the SHOWS Of winter, has continued to
produce beautiful white blossoms and
retained the name Of 1.-THE Christmas
Rose" which was given to it by the
good women Of TroTsoe.
The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1895-12-20

preached, large flakes were still be-
ing driven hither and thither by the
furious wind. which howled and roared
in the chimneys, shook the carefully
closed windows, and died away in the
distance like the last despairing wall
of a lost soul.
In one Of the most miserable houses
of a wretched street, in the worst quar-
ter Of the town, a Uni by the dim
light OF a fiickering candle watched be-
side the sicii-hed Of her last remaining
child. She Was weeping bitterly, but
stroVe 10 stiie her sobs for fear Of dis
turbing the htful slumbers of the suf-
ferer. AS the furious tempest shook
the dilapidated tenement, she trembled
as if she already felt the dread presence
of the Angei of Death. No Christmas
fagot hlaZed on the miserable hearth,
the happy voices of laughing children
and kind friends had for her long been
stilled, and the cold, sorrow. and pov-
erty which reigned within seemed but
a counterpart of the ~desolation without.
Behind the lowered curtains of the bed
could be heard from time to time the
short cough and labored breathing Of
the child. who at last, suddenly awak-
ing, raised herself On her elbow, and
looked across the room, where. as in a
vision, she again beheld the Christmas
trees OF her earlier years, with their
accompaniment Of tapers. bon-bons,
toys and golden stars, cleaning amid
the darkness Of that somber room. She
was a young girl of twelve or fourteen
years CT age. and the sweet, pale face.
although II the last stage of emacia-
ton. still retained traces of delicate
youthful beauty.
With her dying voice she still con-
tinued to talk of the fete-days OF long
ago. when she vas a rosy, healthy little
child, and her brothers and sisters.
Eric, John, Anton, Hilda and Bertha,
crowded around her with their pretty
Christmas offerings; when her father
danced her on his knee, and her mother
sang sweet lullabys by her cradle.
These days seemed far away. Eric and
her father had persisted in a shipwreck:
then, Il by one, the others had fol-
lowed, till death had left behind only
the grim sisters, sickness and misery.
as the sole companions of the widow and
her child.
The vivid remembrance Of past hap
piness had brought a strange light into
Greta.s eyes, and soon these childish
"reminiscences gave place to hope. She
spoke Of the spring which would bring
back the birds and flowers, and in Civ
ing life 20 all else would surely not en-
tirely forget herself.
You know, mother, the doctor said
that, when the roses came. my suffer
ings would be over. VIII the roses
soon be IN bloom?"
Il have seen some already" replied
the mother: 1.-The governors wife and
daughter had them in their hair when
l saw them get into the carriage, out
those roses. l think, only grow in the
lighthouses CT the rich"
There was silence, broken only by
Greta's short cough. All at once, carried
away by one solitary fixed idea, such
as so often haunts the brain of the sick,
she began to talk again about the roses,
to pine sorrowfully for their posses
sion, and by alternate b~eseeching, OAK
The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1895-12-20
The Fate OF Il Gift.

On Christmas morning 1 gave her,
With a reckless impulse, my heart.
The gift had a loving SAVIOR,
And she took it in kindly part.
But it was a present and, therefore,
I'm afraid it lies on the shelf;
It was something she didn't care for,
And something l wanted myself.
The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1895-12-20

I wish you a merry Christmas,
Let's try while were repeating
The dear o~ld-fashioned greeting,
To add o kind, unselfsn act.
And make the wish a blessed fact.
The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1895-12-20
The Stars.

The Stars.
Upon the nights black stem, behold
A million shining buds unfold
And light her gardens azure lawn
Where walks the moon from dusk to
dawn.
The Delaware farm and home. (Wilmington, Del.) 1885-19??, 1895-08-22

new hargipgs for n room, give card
party or anything of the kind. If any
one i'll the family was to be married, my
invention was taxed to get up something
distinctive and new, either for the we'd
ding raimcnt or the fashion in which
the ceremony should be conducted. |
have often been called on to give a sug-
gestion rs to the color, material and
style Of making most likely to suit Ger.
tain OF nay friends who were i'll doubt
as to neW dress, and now that the
time has come when | want to be self
supporting, it seems to me that | had
best make q business of what had al
ways been pleasure. / know more
about texture and colors house decora-
tions, social forms and customs than l
know about anything else, so | have de-
termined to make my capital of that. =
Miss Garrison is sweet faced young
woman, with the air and manner of u
person accustomed to mingle with the
world The oldest daughter i'll home
where entertainments were frequently
given she learned in her fathers house
the art of conducting social affairs grace
fully and successfully, and on account
of financial difficulties she now proposes
to put her knowledge to practical use
Everything about the bureau is in Law.
ender-that is the snote" that per1ne-
ates the place--and the young lady's
desk has fresh flowers on it constantly,
The Delaware farm and home. (Wilmington, Del.) 1885-19??, 1895-08-22

For ALE CHEAp. "A fine little farm pro
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poultry purposes, about miles from Will
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with barn, chicken house etc. At the juno
ton of 3 roads, and Z miles from 2 rail-
road stations. Good water and little
brook on the place, close to churches, mills,
schools, and the Wilmington markets, lard
i'll good condition, and buildings il SPLEEN
did order Fine location for a country
store, 800 grape vines, and $50 fruit trees
on the place. This is most desirable lit
tie place and can be bought cheap. For
further information address:
G. w. HORN
1l2 French st WILMINGTON, DEL