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SCHNEIDER,
DEALERIN
WINES, LIQUORS AHD OIOARS
AUGUSTA, GA.
Agent Tor Fr. Schleifer & Co.’s San Francisco
CALIFORNIA BRANDY.
HHBGHI ELIEQUOTT CHAMPAGNE.
E. R. SCHNEIDER,
Augusla, Georgia.
E. 11. ROGERS,
Importer and dealer iti
RIFLES, GOBS PISTOLS
And Pocket Cutlery,
Ammunition of all Kinds,
245 BROAD STREET, AUGUSTA, GA.
REPAIRING EXECUTED PROMPTLY
W-H. HOWARD. C.H. HOWARD. W. H. HOWARD, JR.
W. H. HOWARD & SONS,
COTTON FACTORS
AND
mi mm
COR. BAY AND JACKSON STS.,
AUGUSTA, GA.
Commissions for Selling Cotton $1 Per Bale.
Bu/j'jirnj and Ties Furnished.
ORDERS TO SELL OR HOLD COTTON STRICTLY
OBEYED.
Particular attention given to Weighing Cotton.
CUunlon Steiuw (Cavcb.
LIGHT MR^^^^UGGIES.
J. F. Al'U),
ELBGRTOiV, GGOItGIA.
BEST WORKMEN!
BEST WORK!
LOWEST PRICES!
Good Buggies, warranted, - $125 to $l6O
Common Buggioa - SIOO.
11E PA I RING A NI) BLA CK S MITII f NO.
Work clone in tills line in the very best style.
The Best Harness
My 2 2-1 y _
T- M. SWIFT. MACK ARNOLD
SWIFT & ARNOLD,
(Successors to T. M.
DKALE US IN'
DRY GOODS,
GROCERIES, CROCKERY, BOOTS AND
SHOES, HARDWARE, Ac.,
Public Square, EILfiIEKTOTIi OA
h7jc. GAIRDNER,
ELBERT ON, GA.,
DEALER IN
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II ARP W ARE, C ROCK Ell Y,
BOOTS, SEOBS, HATS
Notions, &e*
ELBERTON FEMALE
Cflllegiatejnstitute
rpHE exercises of this institute will be resum-
X ed on Monday, August 18th, 1873.
jgg-Fnll term, four months. Tuition, $2.50,
$3.50, and $5 per month, according to class—
payable half in advance
Mrs. Hester will continue in charge of tha
Musical Department.
Board in the best families can be obtained at
from $lO to sls per month.
For further information address the Principal,
H. P. SIMS.
JOHN T. OSBORN,
ATTORNEY AT LAW
ELBERTON, GA.
Will giv undivided attention to law cases.
ANDREW MALE HIGH SCHOuL
ELBERTON. GA-
P. EDAVANT, AM„ - - Piincipal.
GEO. Q. QUILLIAN, - - Assstant
Fall term commences Monday, Aug. 19, 1872.
course of instruction in this institution
I is thorough and by the analytic system.
The pupils are taught to think and reason for
themselves. Boj’S will be thoroughly prepared
for any class in college. Those desiring aspeedy
preparation for business can take a shorter
course in Analytic Arithmetic, Surveying, Book
keeping, &c.
The discipline of the school will be firm and
inflexible. An effort will be madein all cases
to control students by appealing to their sense
of duty and honor, but at all events the discip
line will be maintained.
Rates of Tuition: Ist class, $2.50 permonth ;
2d class, $3.50; 3d class, ss— one-half in ad
vance.
Board in good families sl6 permonth
THE GAZETTE.
New Series.
THE TICEKT-SELLER.
Probably no man has more trials than
a railway ticket seller, and to show one
variety of his customers, we offer the
following scene at a Nashville ticket of
fice:
Traveler—Hello, pard ! TVliar can a
feller buy a ticket ?
Agent.—This is the ticket office.
T—Can a feller git a ticket now 1
A—The office is open for the sale of
tickets.
T—Didn’t know whether you’d open
ed your box yit—What's a ticket ?
A—Don’t fully comprehend your mean
ing sir.
T—What’s the damage ?
A—Do you mean the fare ?
T—Jest feo. How do you sell your
tickets ?
A—lt depends entirely on where you
purchase them to. Where are you go
ing?
T—Oh ! on the train.
A—l presumed that you were. But
on what train ?
T—Onthe Nashville train.
A—That train leaves at 10-30.
T—lo 30 ! When ; to-night ?
A—Yes, sir.
T—Why don’t a train go before that ?
A feller toid .no that it left nigh onto
sundown.
A—This train leaving at 7, runs to
Memphis.
T—Well, why can’t I go on it?
A—Simply because it is not your
train.
T—Don’t this’n stop nowhar ?
A—lt makes all stops south of Leban
on junction.
T—Well, I reckon then I can go on
it.
A—But, you said you took the Nash
ville train.
T—l’m jest goin’ a piece out. Can’t I
go on this’n ?
A—Where do you go ?
T—Want to go to the station.
A—What station ?
T—Down the creek.
A—But layman, there’s no such station
on the road. Where do you want to get
off the train for the creek?
T—J ust beyond the bridge, you know.
A—No, but I don’t know. Do tell me
where you live.
T—lii Pike.
A—ln what portion of Pike county,
sir?
T—Two miles up’rds from the big
bridge.
A—And the nearest station to the
bridge is—
T—Why, pardner, it’s just right thar
at Bacon creek. *
A—Am Ito understand that you go
to Bacon creek station.
T— Exactly. Hot much does it dam
age a feller?
A —The fare is S2.GO.
T—ls that for us all ?
A—That is one fare only.
T—What will you let a feller have one
that'll take the ole ’oman and chil
dren ?
A—lt depends upon the number and
age.
T—[Pointing to the old lady near]
Thar’s the ole ’oman, and Andrew Jack
son, George Washington, Henry Clay,
Dan’el Webster, Susan Jane, Isabella
and—
A—Just hold on, my friend, go and
bring yonr family, and let me count
them.
T—Jest so; hello, Tennessee, bring
; the young uns up here, so this ticket
i marster can count ’em; thar Mr. stran-
ger.
A—Two wholes and six halves will
do ; don’t charge for the four young
est, only for those four and upwards.
T—Pardner, that’s steep, can’t you
come down?
A—No, sir.
T—Well, tell a feller where he can
find the train.
A—You will find the train just behind
you.
T—Which box.
A—The second coach.
T—When did you say that she would
start ?
A—7 o’clock.
T—How long will it be, before sev
en?
A—Ten minutes.
T—Can I get in now ?
A—Yes, sir, you can get in, whenever
you choose.
T—l won’t have to wait long, will
I?
A—No.
ELBERTON, GEORGIA. DECEMBER 17, 1873.
T—How far did you say it was down
there ?
A—l didn't say.
T—Pardner, jest take a feller and show
him in the right box. I’m a stranger in
these parts.
A—My dear sir, I have other passen
gers to wait on.
T—Good-bye, pardner’; come along,
Tennessee; Andrew Jackson, pick up
that dog; you Henry Clay, help Patsy
with them cats; Isabella, you carry the
pigeons ; coige along thar George TV ash
ington, and Dan’el Webster, you 11 be
left.
A MOTHER’S BOY.
“Is there a vacant place in this bank;
which I could fill ?” was the inquiry of a
boy, as, with glowing cheek, he stood be
fore the manager.
“There is none,” was the reply. “Were
you told that you could obtain a situa
tion at this bank ? Who recommended
you ?”
“No one recommended me," cainly an
swered the boy. “I only thought that I
would see.”
There was a straightforwardness in
the manner, and honest determination
in the countenance of the lad, which
pleased the man of business, and Induc
ed him to continue the conversation.* He
said:
“•You mast have friends who could aid
you in obtaining a situation ; have you,
told them ?”
The quick flash of the deep blue eyesj
was quenched in the overtaking wave o||
sadness, as he said, though half musing!
b’ :
“My mother said it would be useless tw
try without friends,” then recollecting!
himself, he apologized for the interrupt
tion, and was about to withdraw, vvheia
the gentleman detained him by asking|
why he did. not remain at school fora
year or two, and then enter the business:
world.
“I have no time,” was the reply, “3|
study at home, and keep up with
other boys.”
“Then you have a place already,’ 1, said
his interrogator. “Why did you leave
it ?”
“I have not left it,” answered the boy,
quietly.
“But you wish to leave. What is the
matter?”
For an instant the youth hesitated;
then he replied with half reluctant frank
ness :
“I must do more for my mother.”
Brave words ! talisman of success any
where, everywhere. They sank into the
heart of the listener—recalled the ra
diant past. Grasping the hand of the
astonished child, he said, with a quiver
ing voice:
“My boy, what is your name? You
shall fill the first vacancy for an appren
tice that occurs in the bank. If, in the
meantime, you need a friend, come to
me. But give me your confidence. Why
do you wish to do more for your mother ?
Have you no father?”
Tears filled his beautiful eyes, as he
replied:
“My father is dead, my brothers and
sisters are dead and mother and I are
left alone to help each other. But she
is not strong, and I wish to take care of
her. It will please her, sir, that you
have been so kind, and I am much oblig
ed to you.”
So saying, the boy left, little dreaming
that his own nobleness of character had
been as a bright glance of sunshine into
that busy world he had so tremblingly
entered. A boy animated by a desire
to help bis mother will never be without
friends.
NEW NOYELS IN THE PRESS.
“Swamped in Sherry.” A romance.
By the Author of “Wrecked in Port.”
“Neutral Tints.” By the Authoress,
of “False Colors.”
“Fight for the Freedom of Men.”—
Companion volume to “Mill on the Sub
jugation of Women.”
“Blue Ruin.” By the Author of “Still
Waters.”
“Beneath the Pavement.” By the
Author of “Under Two Flags.”
‘ -Peers on the Continent.” A Novel,
By the Author of “The Dod Family
Abroad.”
A Milesian, bom on the last day of the
year, felicitated himself on the narrow es
cape from not being born at all. “Be
jabbers,” said he, “and if it had not been
till the next day, whaL would have be
come of me ?”
CAN’T JUDGE EROM APPEARANCES.
Lawyer. Mr. Sargeant, were you ev
er in Mr. Benjamin Kimball’s bar
room?
Witness. Yes. sir.
L. Did you ever see any liquor in
there ?
TV. No, sir!
L. Did you see anything containing
liquor there ?
W. Not as I know of.
L. Did you sec any tumblers or de
canters there?
TV. No, sir!
L. Did you see any ban-els or kegs
there ?
TV. Yes, sir; J seen some kags in
thar!
L. Ah, yes! [exultantly] you did,
then, see some kegs! Now, Mr. Sar
geant, tell the jury what were in those
kegs.
W. I don’t know what was in ’em, I
didn’t look.
L. Yes, sir; but were there no marks
upon the outside—tickets or'labels, or
: printing, or writing of some kind or
other ?
TV. Yes; well there wos; I remem
ber it neow ; I vyow I should have for
got it, if you hadn't put mo in mind
on’t!
i L. Oh, yes, you do remember! State
then, before you forget, what there was
printed or written.
S W. It was different on all of ’em ;
;io two of ’em was written or printed on
(puke.
| L. Well, tell us what was on the first
pne you saw.
I W. Well, l mostly forget neow ; but
i believe it said rot-gut whiskey on the
irst one.
v L. Rot-gut whiskey! Then, sir, I
mess we can find out what there was in
pilose kegs, if you don’t look in. Now,
Sir, tell us what it said on the next
bne?
RW. Well, on the next one it sain Ben
femball; but I suppose Ben was in that
L. Mr. Sageant, you can take your
seat.
A PRETTY LITTLE ALPHABET TOR
PRETTY LITTLE LADIES.
A is Miss Alice, the belle of the ball;
B is her boot, with heel three inches
tall;
C is the chignon she puts on her
head;
D is the dye used to turn her curls
red;
E is the ear, which is as wax as a dol
ly’s;
F is the fashion which prompts all
these follies;
G is her glove of the daintiest kid ;
H is her hand, which is luckily hid;
I is the impudent look of the lass ;
J is her sham jewelry—tinsel [and
glass;
K is a knot of false hair—don’t defend
her.
L is the tight lacing to make her waist
slender.
M is the mode she is dressed in to
night ;
N is her neck, made with pearl-pow
der white;
O is an ornament put on with grace ;
P is the pain which o’erplasters her
face ;
Q is the quaintness of fashion-mad
freaks;
R is the rouge Alice puts on her
cheeks;
S is the stocking she shows when she
walks ;
T is the false teeth that she show's
when she talks;
U is unreality—bane of the age;
V the vain feeling that makes it the
rage;
Wis the wickedness, wantonness
waste;
X the excesses of ladies of taste;
Y perhaps, is you, ray ingenuous
youth;
Z who’re a zany, and think Beauty
Truth.
A Vermont paterfamilias has sued his
next neighbor for giving his family
small-pox, and the defendant threatens
a counter-suit on the ground that the
plaintiffs took it from him violently with
i out his permission.
*—-
In a late severe gale a lady asked a
neighbor if he was not afraid his house
would blow away.
i “Oh, no,” was the answer, “the mort
gage on it is so heavy as to make that
impossible.”
Vol. 11.-ZNo. 34.
A SIMPLE STORY.
The simple story of John Heffeman
teaches us that honesty and patience are
sure to be rewarded, more forcibly than
that great moral lesson could be im
pressed on our minds by a didantical dis
c ourse.
John Heffernan was a poor boy -when
he entered the establishment of Messrs.
Goldstieks & Moneybags; but he brought
with him a certificate .from his Sunday
school teacher, saying that he was an
honest lad, who could learn more verses
and forget them quicker than any other
boy in the class. His employers were
obliged to test his honesty in various
ways, but he stood the test nobly.
When Tlr. Moneybags saw him pick
up a pin from the floor he was sweeping,
he thought that John might be guilty of
taking things, and dropped a ten cent
shinplaster in the same place; but John
honestly swept it out without noticing it
and brushed it in a corner, where he
could pick it up at leisure. Then Mr.
Moneybags overpaid him his weekly sti
pend by sl, and waited to see what the
boy would do. At the dead hour of
night' the Moneybags household was
aroused by the furious ringing of the
bell. The old gentleman put on his
dressing-gown and descended to the door
where he found John Heffernan with a
tear in his eye and a dollar bill in his
right hand. John declared that he could
not rest in his virtuous couch, after dis
covering the mistake, until it was recti
fied.
“Why didn’t you keep it?” asked Mr.
Moneybags. “I would not have known
that I had oveipaid you.”
“Keep it? ’ exclaimed John. “Little
do you know of the precepts that were
instilled into my youthful breast by my
sainted grandmother. But I confess the
temptation was a strong one. I was
saving money to buy a Bible for my
widowed mother, and accumulated the
sum,of fifteen cents. With this dollar
I could have completed the purchase,
and I admit that I looked at it with long
ing eyes. But honesty triumphed over
temptation, and virtue is its own re
ward.”
“Keep the dollar for your honesty,”
said the benevolent old gentleman. “Buy
your Bible and be happy. I would ask
you to marry my daughter, and would
take you into partnership in the usual
way; but it happens that my daughters
are all sons, and you must excuse me for
the present.”
John went home, his heart swelling
with the consciousness of having done
his duty and made a dollar clear. The
next day lie invested that money in a
chuekaluck outfit of the benighted young
heathen in the next alley.
Young Heffernan was then promoted
to a desk, and a five dollar bill was once
placed temptingly within his reach; but
John was secure in his honesty, and
wasn’t certain that the bill was a good
one. Then he was put in charge of the
bank deposits, and his character for lion
esty was established.
One day when he was going to the
bank, he looked at the ticket, as usual,
and discovered that he was the bearer of
$45,000 in currency. He then knew that
the time had come for honesty and pa
tience to be rewarded, and he stuffed
the bills into his pocket and took the
first train for the West. He is now one
of the most prominent residents of the
Pacific Slope, where he has already
bought a country seat on the coast, and
expects to buy a seat in the Senate. But
he still preserves the chuekaluck outfit
that gave him his start in lift, and points
with pride to the bank ticket, which
| proves to his children that virtue is its
own reward.
TILE THIS PAPER.
The newspaper published in your midst
is the every-day history of the town
you reside in—of improvements, changes,
deaths, marriages, etc., and it therefore
should be not only the aim of every per
son to subscribe and pay for his local
jouri al, but he should also file away his
paper regularly. The cost of having
these bound in yearly volumes is but a
trifle compared with the usefulness and
the pleasure to be derived in having in
your possession a book, or a series of
books, that will trace up step by step,
not only the local history of your owm
town and county, but also the history of
that busy, bustling world of which we
form an integral part for the time be
I ;n g-
A file of old newspapers forms an in
teresting chapter of reading matter, in
asmuch as it recalls the names and faces
of those with whom we were familliar in
other days, but who miy now be resting
beneath the clods of the valley, or far
removed from the place3 that shall know
them no more forever. Step by stej) tho
improvements that have been made, tho
gradual extension of our town limits and
business facilities can be traced, and a
comparison drawn between the poking
village of earlier days, and the bustling
city that we take such pride in to-day.
A pimple death notice recalls to our
memory one who was near- and dear to
us, but who was almost forgotten in the
years that had flown. A marriage chron
icle! with the usual wishes for happi
ness —the blessings that the printer al
ways bestows with heartfelt pleasure—
will carry us back to the merry-making
and jokes attendant at the wedding, and
may be we will look up and see stalwart
men and women of to-day, -who are the
fruits of the union consummated years
ago.
It is an easy matter to lay aside in a
careful manner, in some safe place, tho
journal that you are now reading, and
to continue so doing day by day, or week
by week, until the numbers are comploto
that are necessary to make up tho year.
Then you can take them to the binders
and have them bound in a manner that
will enable you to use them at any time
for reference. The many advantages oth
er than those we have enumerated will
at once suggest themselves to our read
ers, and therefore we say again, “File
your newspapers."
EXPERIENCE WITH A COAL STOYE.
Peck’s experience with a coal stove is
thus related by the EaOrosse Democrat:
We never had a coal stove around the
house till last Saturday. Have always
burned pine slabs and loose pieces of
our neighbors’ fence. They bum well,
too, but the fence got all burned up, and
the neighbor said ho wouldn’t build a
new one, so we went down to Jones’and
got a coal stove. It is called the “ Ra
diant Home,” and any man that says we
didn’t have a radiant home at our house
for about four hours last Saturday night
is a Republican and a villain. You see
we didn’t know anything about coal
stoves. We filled the Radiant Home
about half full of pine fence, and when
the stuff’ got to going we filled the arte
sian well on top with coal. It simmered
and sputtered about five or ten minutes,
and all went out, and we put on air over
coat and a pair of buckskin mittens and
“went out” to supper. We remarked,
in tha course of tho frugal meal, that
Jones was a “fraud” for recommending
such a confounded refrigerator for a man
to get warm by. After supper we took a
piece of ice and rubbed our hands warm,
and went in where that stove was, re
solved to make her draw and bum if it
took all the pine fence in the First Ward.
Our better half threw a quilt over her,
and shiveringly remarked that she never
knew what real solid comfort was until
she got a good stove. Stung by the
sarcasm of her remark, we turned every
dingus in the stove that was movable, or
looked like it had anything to do with a
draft, and pretty soon the Radiant Home
began to heave up lieat. It was not long
before she stuttered like the new Silsby
steamer. Talk about your heat! In ten
minutes that room was as much worse
than a Turkish bath as Hades is hotter
than Liver man’s ice-house. The perspi
ration fairly fried out of a tin water
cooler in the next room. We opened
the doors, and the snow began to melt
as far up Vine street as Hanscomb’s
house, and people all around the neigh
borhood put on linen clothes. And we
couldn’t stop the confounded thing. We
forgot what Jones told us about the
dampers, and she kept a biling. The
only thing we could do was to go to bed,
and leave the thing to burn the house up
if it wanted to. We stood off with a polo
and turned the damper every way, and
at every turn she just sent out heat
enough to roast an ox. W e went to bed,
supposing that the coal would eventual
ly bum out, but about twelve o’clock
the whole family had to get up and sit
on the fence. Finally a man came along
who had been brought up among coal
stoves, and he put a wet blanket over
him and crept up to the stove and turn
ed the proper dingus, and she cooled off,
and since that time has been just oa
comfortable as possible. If you buy a
coal stove you want to learn how to en
gineer it or you may get roasted.
A young gentleman, telegraph operator
in Hartford, after repeated calls for a
young lady operator in another office, at
last got a response, and then he tele
graphed back to her:
“I have been trying to get you for
the last half hour.”
In a moment the following spicy reply
came tripping back to him over the wires
from the telegraphic maiden:
“ That’s nothing. There is a young
man here been trying to do the same
thing for the last two years, and he has
not got me yet.”
