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SCHNEIDER,
DEALERIN
WINES, LIQUORS AND CIGARS
AUGUSTA, GA.
Agent for Fr.Schleifer Ac Co.’s San Francisco'
CALIFORNIA. BRANDY.
lUiaQIU EUCQUOTT CHAMPAGNE.
E. R. SCHNEIDER,
Augusta, Georgia.
E. H. ROGERS,
Importer and dealer in
RIFLES. GUNS PISTOLS
And Pocket Cutlery,
Ammunition of all Kinds,
246 BROAD STREET, AUGUSTA, GA.
REPAIRING EXECUTED PROMPTLY
W.H.HOWAttD C. H. HOWAKU. W.H. HOWA3D, Jtt.
W. H. HOWARD & SONS,
COTTON FACTORS
AND
mm MMBIK
COR. BAY AND JACKSON STS.,
AVGUSTA, GA.-
Gommlisions for Selling Cotton $1 Per Bale.
Bagging and Ties Furnished.
OKl) Kits TO SELL OR HOLD COTTON STRICTLY
OBEYED.
Particular attention given to Weighing Cotton.
(Siberian gusmtejss Canb.
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J. F. AULD,
(Carriage W^andfact’r
ELBEKTOM, GEORGIA.
BEST WORKMEN!
BEST WORK!
LOWEST PRICES!
Hood Baggies, warranted, - $125 to $l6O
Common Buggies ... SIOO.
REPAIRING AND BLACKSMITH TNG.
Work done in this lino in the very best style.
Tlie Best Harness
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i. U. DUNCAN. J. A. V. DUNCAN.
NEW FIRmTnEW GOODS!
J. H. DUNCAN & BRQ..
Are now opening in the northeast corner of the
Masonic building a fine stock of
DRY GOODS
Groceries, Provisions of all kinds
Hats, Shoes, Crockery, Table
and Pocket Cutlery.
In fret, everything usually kept in a first-class
Variety Store, which we propose to sell at the
lowest cash prices, or in exchange for country
produce. We respectfully solicit the patronage
of our friends and the public.
No Good* Delivered till Paid for.
T' M. SWIFT. MACK ARNOLD
SWIFT & ARNOLD,
(Successors to T. M. Swift,)
dealers in
DRY GOODS,
GROCERIES, CROCKERY, BOOTS AND
SHOES, HARDWARE, Ac.,
Pablic Square, ELBERTON GA.
H. K. CAIRDNER,
ELBEKTON, GA„
DEALER IN
MY MODS. SIOCIIIfiS.
HARDWARE, CROCKERY,
BOOTS, SHOES, HATS
Notions, & e*
H. D. SCHMIDT,
DRAPER&TAILOR
ELBERTON, GA.
ggpSbop over the Store of Blackwell k Son.
Express Line
TO WASHINGTON.
Running a regular mail from Elberton to Wash
ington. leave here Friday, and return Sat
urday, lam prepared to carry passen
gers O'" express packages either
way on accommodating terms.
11. C. ED.MI XDS.
McCARTY & SHANNON,
GENERAL
INSURANCE
AGENTS,
ELBERTON. GA,
THE GAZETTE.
New Series.
JOHN BARTON’S GAP.
A certain miller had a most excellent
mill, built of the sturdiest material, and
Complete in the most faultless machin
ery. Underneath its ready wheels swept
a tireless stream that, “in the memory of
the oldest inhabitant,” never was dry.—
Men from far and near brought golden
grain to fill the mill’s receivers with fine
flour, and the miller’s pockets with dol
lars.
The stream flowed, the wheels whirr
ed, the miller worked; but, strange to
say, the man’s pockets were as empty at
the end of the grist as at the beginning,
and so continued, until in place of the
jolly round miller he should have been,
there stalked through the town a lean,
hungry man, on his way to beg- a loaf of
neighbor Retention. In his almost ex
pressionless countenance the cruel wind
laughed with a low hiss, and behind the
miller’s back whisked off a rag from his
tattered coat, and hung it in the village
elm, that all the town gossips—the Miss
es Crow—might know, by the flag of dis
tress, there was prey near at hand for
them to pick at.
“Now do not say, “Oh, this is an old
story, we’ve heard it an hundred times—
‘willful waste makes woeful want’—or ‘he
that hoards shall hunger,’ or some such
moral as that is the end of it.” Read
on, you will find this more than a match
to your guessing.
Arrived at his destination his looks be
spoke his errand, and the kind-hearted
well-to-do needed no hint to invite him
to dinner. After a little lively cheer,
neighbor Retention ventured a question
or two.
‘•Well- neighbar Miller, that was a bad
investment you made of the handsome
sum Mr. Thrivewell paid you when I
was in the other day ? If all men paid
you as promptly' as he you would no rea
son to complain so much of business
eh ?”
“Oh, neighbor Retention, I never made
an investment in my life, and every one
pays me cash on delivery. What do you
mean ?"
“Well, then,'to be out and out, though
I did not wish to hurt your feelings, peo
pie do say that St. Nick himself couldn’t
wheedle you out of a gift; and that you
don't seem to grow fat on your saving, I
can see for myself. How is it ? There
is a screw loose somewhere. To be un
usually plain, what do you do with your
money ?”
“Put it in the till,” said he in a husky
voice, while his head dropped on his
breast.
“And leave it there?” said his friend,
in a skeptical tone.
“No, no,” rep’ied the forlorn, misera
ble miller. “I am never able to find it
again, afterwards ; the till is always emp
ty.”
“Tut, tut, man; has your mind quite
left you ? Ah, I see—l remember. Did
I not tell you long ago there was a screw
loose in that till ? Have you looked to it?
Have you mended it? Come, let’s go
down to the mill ?” and without waiting
to be let or hindered, he strode on to the
suspected till, determined to solve the
mystery, followed by the ruiner of his
own fortunes.
It needed but one glance from clever
Mr. Retention to discover the bottom of
the till to be an inclined plane, and a
wide, triangular crevice told it w r as held
to the drawer by only one side. Down
dow r n through this opening had gone the
earnings of years, which Retention nev
er doubted lay in a precious heap under
the wainscoting.
“There, neighbor Miller I” he cried,
with the shout of a boy just let out of
school; “pull up that plank and yonr
fortune is made!”
“What do you mean ?” dully said the
miller.
“Mean, man! Why, I mean that the
jarring of the mill has shaken all your
money through that crack in the till, and
thousands of dollars—a fortune! But
it would have been quadrupled if it had
been out at interest all these years. O,
that treacherous till! Why did you not
strengthen it ? Surely you mended it
at the time I first told you it needed re
pairs!"
“No, I never thought much about it
after you spoke to me of it; it seemed a
little thing.’’
“Yes,” said his friend, looking at him
with contempt; “but it has out-witted
you, robbed you of the interest of years.
But to work! Happily, it’s never too
late to mend; so up with the hidden
treasure under the floor,"
ELBERTON, GEORGIA. MARCH 18,1874.
But the miller stood still, slowly
shaking his head,’with his hands in his
empty pockets opening and closing on
the fortune that might have been.
“It is too late to mend, kind neighbor,
in this instance,” said he, at length;
“the river runs rapid and sure under
neath this floor, and there is nothing be
tween it and the till.”
“Come here, John Barton, let me try
this cap on you. There it is, a perfect
fit! I suspected it. Any boy who says,
‘Ob, I learned that, but I forgot,' can
wear this cap.”
“You don't quite see.”
“Well, my friend, you are the miller.—
Under this cap is a brain as perfect as
the mill, in working order, and always
busy. To it is brought, from far and
near, the seeds of knowledge, by it to be
manufactured into wisdom, that shall
sustain yourself and others. The stream
that flows on ever, keeping it in motion
is the emblem of Time. But what pray,
is the faithless till ? Ah, it is that treach
erous memory of yours, that lets the re
sult of your labor ef study slip through
to be swept forever away by passing
time. Begin this hour to mend it. If
your memory is so bad, be assured it
will never be better until you put it un
der discipline ; and none is so bad that
it cannot be improved, by giving it ap
pointed tasks to do, and watching well
that it does them.”
“If this little story has only suggest
ed the exil, without the remedy, ask al
most any well informed person, one who
has had experience, how to mend a mem
ory.
THE LIGHTNING ROD MAN’S MISTAKE.
Up in Walhalla, the other day, a light
ning rod man drove up in front of a hand
some edifice standing in the midst of
trees and shrubs, and spoke to Mr. Sum
mers, who was sitting on the steps in
front. He accosted Summers, as the
owner of the residence, and said:
“I see you have no lightning rods on
this house.”
“No,” said Summers.
“Are you going to put any on?”
“Well, I hadn't thought of it,” replied
Summers.
“You ought to. A tall building like
til's is very much exposed I’d like to
run you up one of my rods; twisted steil,
glass fenders, niekled plated tips, every
thing complete. May I put up one to
sho w you? I’ll do the job cheap.”
“Certainly you may if you want to. I
haven't the slightest objection,” said
Summers.
During the next half hour the man had
his ladders up and his assistants at work,
and at the end of that time the job was
done. He called Summers out into the
yard to admire it. He said to Sum
mers :
“Now, that is well enough, but if it
was my house, I’d have another rod put
on the other side. There is nothing like
being protected thoroughly.”
“That’s true,’’said Summers, “it would
be better.”
“I’ll put up another—shall I?” asked
the man.
“Why, of course, if you think it’s best,”
said Summers.
Accordingly the man went to woik
again, and soon had the rod in its place.
“ That’s a first rate job,” he said to
Summers, as they both stood eyeing it.
“I like such a man as you are. Big-head
ed, liberal, not afraid to put a dollar
down for a good thing. There’s some
pleasure in dealin’ with you. I like you
so much that I’d put a couple more rods
on that house, one on north end and ono
on the south, almost for nothin’.”
“It would make things safer, I sup
pose,” said Summers.
“ Certainly it would. I’d better do it,
hadn 11—hey ?”
“Just as yeu think proper,” said Sum
mers. So the man ran up two more
rods, and then he came down and said to
Summers:
“ There—that’s done. Now let's settle
up.”
“Do what!"
“Why, the job's finished, and now I'll
take my money.”
“You don’t expect me to pay you, I
hope!"
“Of course I do. Didn’t you tell me
to put those rods on your house?"
“Myhouse!” shouted Summers. “Thun
der and lightning! I never ordered you
to put those up. It would have been ri
diculous. Why, man, this is the court
house, and I’m here waiting for the court
t J assemble. I’m on the jury. You
seemed to be anxious to rush out your
rods, and as it was none of my business
I let you go on. Pay for it! Come, now,
that’s pretty good."
The Waihalla people say that the m in
ner in which that lightning rod man tore
around town and swore was fearful. But
when he got his rods off the court house
he left permanently. He don't fancy
the place.
How hard it is for a talking politician
to be consistent may be gathered from
the following criticism of M. Louis Blanc.
Scene, the lobby of the French National
Assembly—First citizen to compatriot.
“You do not like Citizen Louis Blanc!”
“No.” “But why!” “Because he is al
ways in contradiction with himself.”
“You are jesting, surely!” “No; for
here is an example. He says that real
workmen ought only to sleep for three
hours, and his speeches last four.
“How long will my chop be, waiter!”
asked a hungry old man in a restaurant.
“ About five inches, sir,” was the sooth
ing reply
ZEDEKIAH IS FRIGHTENED.
If you could have seen the pale, ter
ror-wrought face of Zedekiah when the
incident happened, you would appreciate
the story.
Zedekiah Allard lived over in Albany,
in New Hampshire. His cousin, Peter,
had been for several years in business in
Boston, and had become quite a gentle
man in the way of fashion and knowledge
of the world.
One summer Peter paid a visit to the
home of his youth; but he could not put
up with the poor accommodations of the
backwoods of Albany, so he sought quar
ters, in the adjoining town of Conway,
with mine host of the Conway House,
said host at that time being Jonathan
Dow ; and while there at the Conway
House he invited his cousin Zedekiah to
call and see him.
Zed. came, and was astonished. He
had never been in a big hotel before.—
The gaudy carpets ; the spacious halls ;
the staring mirrors; and the bright pic
tures bewildered him. He went up in
Peter’s room, where he gave vent to his
wonder.
“Crotch all broomsticks!" he exclaim
ed, “it is the tamalest place I ever did
see. I should think you would be flam
busterfercated in such a tangle of gew
gaws.”
“0, it’s nothing when you get used to
it. Zed. You ought to travel."
“What—on them pesky steam iugines
and ships? Not's you knows on. 1 have
read enough about dein ar things in dad’s
paper.
“Well, well—enjoy yoursi If as you can
old fellow."
“That is jest exzactly what I mean to
to do.”
“You will take dinner with me ?” said
Peter.
“If you say so—vaas,” replied Zedeki
ah.
“Won’t you take something warm be
fore dinner?”
“Eh ? D’ye mean a ted?"
“Yes.”
“Sartin I will. Where will wo get it
from ?”
“We’ll call for it ?”
“Who’ll call for it ?"
“Just you pull that cord that hangs by
our elbow.”
Zed. reached for the bell cord, and
gave it a smart pull, and at that instant
the gong sounded for dinner :—Whi-r-r
—rang —bang—bang! The noiso was
frightful, penetrating to every corner of
the big house and shaking the very walls.
Zedehiah leaped to his feet pale and quiv
ering.
“What have I done ?” he gasped.—
“W r hat in thunder did you tell me to pull
that rope for ? O, Pete ! Pete! What is
it ?”
Just then Mr. Dow opened the door
and looked in, asking rather hurried
- Iy—
. is wanted?”
“Noth’n !” blurted Zed.
“You rang the bell a minute ago, did
you not?"
“Blast yer old bell! There haint no
body touched a bell here. I haint seed
no bell. If there’s been a smash, don’t
come a lookin’ for it here, ’cause no
body in this ere room ever did it, I
swan!”
Dow, in perplexity, turned to Peter,
and asked him if his bell had not been
rung.
Zed., fearful that his cousin might own
up, sprang toward him, and caught him
by the collar.
“Look here, Pete, ef you go to lettin
on about that ’tamal rope, I swan to
man you'll have to pay the damage, for
I’ll be blamed ef I have got one single
cent.”
At this point Peter burst. When he
could control himself he explained to
Dow the cause of his friend’s alarm, and
also elucidated to Zed. the nature and
use of the gong.
“Wal, I declar! But, Jewhittaker!
want I skeerd! Triberlation take yer
gongs, I say!’’
But later, over a mug of steaming
punch, Zed. so forgot his tribulation as
to be able to smile.
An English paper announces that
“several of the loveliest ladies in the
realm assembled at Wimbledon last
week to witness the shooting of their
husbands.”
“I saw what I can’t see,” as the blind
woodsawyer said.
A name for a female druggist—lpe
ciou-Hannah
Vol. II -No. 46.
ANECDOTE CFJUDGE 'WHITMAN.
The old man told the following bit of
his experience in my hearing, and he
laughed heartily at the remembrance.
In the other years when Maine was a
District of Massachusetts, Ezekiel Whit
man was among those chosen to repre
sent the District in the "Massachusetts
Legislature. He was an eccentric man,
and one of the best lawyers of his time.
In those days Whitman owned a farm,
and did much work upon his land; and
it so happened that wheu the time came
for him to set out for Boston his best
clothes were a suit of homespun. His
wife objected to his going in that garb,
but he did not care. “ I will get a nice,
fashionable suit made as soon as I reach
Boston,” he said.
Reaching his destination, Whitman
sought rest at Doolittle’s City Tavern.
Let it be understood that be was- a grad
uate of Harvard, and that at this tavern
he was at home.
As he entered the parlor of the house,
he found several ladies and two or three
gentlemen there assembled, and he heard
a remark from one of the former:
“Ah, here comes a countryman of the
real homespun genus. There’s fun.
Whitman stared at the company and
then sat down.
“Say, my friend, you are from the
country ?” remarked one of the gentle-
men.
“Ya as," answered Ezekiel, with a lu
dicrous twist of face.
The ladies tittered.
“And what do you think of our city ?”
“It’s a pootv thick-settled place, any
hovc. It’s got a swampin’ sight o’ housen
in it.”
“And a good many people, too.”
“Ya-as, I should reckon so.”
“Many people where you came from?”
“Wal, some.”
“Plenty of ladies, I suppose ?”
“Ya-as, a fair sprinklin’.”
“And I don’t doubt you are quite a
beau among them ?”
“Ya as, I beaus m some—tu meetin’
an’ singin' schewl."
“Perhaps the gentleman from the
country will take a glass of wine ?”
“Thank'e. Don’t care if I do.”
The wine was brought from the side
board.
“You must drink a toast.”
“O, git eout S I eats toast; never
heern of such a thing as drinkin’ it. But
I ken give ye a sentiment. ’
Tho ladies clapped their hands; but
what was their surprise when the stran
ger, rising, spoke calmly and clearly,
and in tones ornate and dignified, as fol
lows :
“Ladies and gcnGcmen, permit me to
wish you health and happiness, with ev
ery other blessing earth can afford; and
may you grow better and wiser with ad
vancing years, bearing ever in mind that
outward appearances are often deceitful.
You mistook me, from my dress, to be a
country booby, while I, from the same
superficial cause, thought you to be gen
tlemen. The mistake has been mutual.”
Ho had just spoken when Caleb Strong,
the governor of the State, entered and
enquired for Mr. Whitman.
“Ah, here I am, Governor. Glad to
see you.” Then turning to the dumb
founded company—
“l wish you a very good evening."
And he left them feeling about as
cheap as it is possible for full grown peo
ple to feel.
“You ought to let me pass free," said
a physician to a toll-gate keeper.
“Why ?” .
“Take into consideration the benevo
lence of my piofession,” replied the doc
tor.
“No, no, you send too many dead
heads through this gate now,” was the
reply.
The Courier-Journal suggests to the
friends of humanity everywhere that if
we are ever to have a National Associa
tion for the Suppression of Newspaper
Poetry the corner-stone ought to be laid
at onoe.
A fop, in company, wanting his serv
ant, called out, “Where's that blockhead
of mine!”
“On your shoulders,” replied one of
the party.
Next to the “little busy bee,” the boot
black furnishes the brightest example of
improving the “shining hour.”
The man who got in the habit of ris
ing with the occasion found it didn’t
agree with him.
A plump refusal— The declination of
an offer of marriage by a fat woman-
A BARK ATTACKED BY A WHALE.
The bark Kate Williams, Capt. Hale,
of the regular packet line between Bos
ton and Fayal, which arrived at Boston
on Friday last, had a remarkable escape
on her passage. The Boston Journal
thus describes the incident:
About seven o’clock one morning a
seaman aloft cried out that there was a
whale on the port bow. Capt. Halo
stepped to the port quarter, and almost
immediately could have laid his hand on
the upper jaw of a sperm whale which
had paid an unwefcomo visit to the ves
sel. It was a cow whale, about sixty
feet in length, which had set upon them,
and had she struck the vessel a little fur
ther under, the Kate Williams would
probably never have be in heard from
after leaving Fayal. As it was, the ves
sel received a pretty good shock, and
lost a portion of her mizzen channels.
This monster had seen the bark about
the time the sailor discovered her, for
she immediately sunk and came up with
great force right at the vessel’s stem.
Capt. Hale thinks her mouth measured
at least fifteen feet, and her an ler jaw
was felt to scrape the bottom of the ves
sel as she glided swiftly away from her
unexpected enemy. The whale fared as
badly as the bark, no doubt for the quar
ter deck was covered with the leviathan s
outer skiu and the “mud" that is found
between it and the tougher hide. The
Kate Williams was sailing rapidly at tho
time, and in about fifteen minutes tho
fish was out of sight. While tho latter
could be seen, she appeared swimming
about looking for the vessel, and evident
ly in a rage.
MODE OF CALCULATING INTEREST.
A correspondent of the Anderson Con •
servator, who sigus himself “W. H.,’’
furnishes anew method of calculating
interest:
To calculate the interest upon any
sum of money for any number of mouths
at any given rate per cent.—
Rule—Multiply tho principal by the
given rate per cent., and the resulting
product by BJ. If the principal is com
posed of both dollars and cents, count
off from right to loft six figures for cents
mills and parts of mills—all on the left
are dollars; but if tho principal contains
only dollars, count off four figures. This
gives the interest for one month, which
being multiplied by anynumber of months
gives the interest for that number of
months.
To calculate the interest for any num
ber of days, we have the following:
Rule—Multiply the principal by the
rate per cent., and the resulting product
by 8£; divide the last product by 2L
Then count off from right to left seven
figures, if tho principal contains both
dollars and cents; but if it contains only
dollars, count off only five figures. This
gives you the interest for one day, which
multiply by any number of days, and, of
course you have tho interest for that
number of days.
A SUBLIME REASON.
In Durham, a few miles from Dover,
N. H., lived a severe old fellow, whom
the world called Elder Pratt, who got
the title from his very grave manner,
which was carried into all the details of
life. There were times when he would
succumb to tho tempter, but even when
inebriated he would preserve the same
grave demeanor towards his neighbors
and associates, but to his family at home
he was at times very severe. One Satur
day night the neighbors were disturbed
by the shrieks of his wife, and going in
they found the Elder belaboring his bet
ter half with a bridle. “Hello!” cried
one of them, “What's the matter, El
der? What are you doing that for?"
“I’m endeavori. g,” said he, with great
deliberation, the bridle still suspended,
“to impress upon her mind the great
fact that there’s a God in Israel.”
MOSES.
Governor Moses, of South Carolina, is
a most unfortunate man. Owing to some
curious defect in his mental construction
whenever he sits down to write he is full
as likely to use the exact language of
someone else as he is to invent any of
his own. He sent a message to the Le
gialature recently, and a striking passage
from Macauley slipped into it in the most
unaccountable way. The other day he
put the unregenerate among his constit
uents to shame by delivering an elo
quent lecture on “Religion," but its ben
eficial effect has been a good deal weak
ened by the discovery that it was almost
a literal transcript from a sermon by the
Rev. Robert Hall, of London, on “Mod
em Infidelity." Poor Moses! He seems
to be a bom stealer.
[New York Tribune.
The death rate on English railways
during 1872 was equal to the slain in
bet le during the Crimean war.
Why are young ladies given to blush.
*ng! Beoause i$ is a becoming red.