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Augusta §usin#* tfatih. 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 in cion, em 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.”