The gazette. (Elberton, Ga.) 1872-1881, June 16, 1875, Image 1
THIS PAXTSa 19 OK TTT.E W ITH Rowell & phesman _ Advertising Agents, THIRD A CHESTNUT STS., ST. LOUIS, MO. J. A. WREN, PHOTOQRAPHSC ARTIST, Baa located for a short time at DR. EDMUNDS’ GALLERY, ELBEHTON. GA. WHERE he isprepaied to executeevery class of work in his line to the satisfac tion of all who bestow their patronage. Confi dent of his ability to please, he cordially iuvites a test of his skill, with the guarantee that if he does not pass a critical inspection it need not be taken. mch24.tf. MAKES A SPECIALTY OF Copying & Enlarging Old Pictures J. M. BARFIELD, -L. Fashionable Tailor, Up-Stairs, over Swift & Arnold’s Store, ELBERTON, GEORGIA. BOOTS fc SHOES. The undersigned respectfully an nnunr.es to the people of Elbel'ton and surrounding country that he has opened a first class Boot and Shoe SHOF IN ELFER'rON Where he is prepared to make any style of Boot or Shoe desired, at short notice and with prompt ness. REPAIRING NEATLY EXECUTED. The patronage of the public is respectfully solicited. *p.29-tf G.W. GARKECHT. LIGHT CARRIAGES & BUGGIES. J. F. AULD, c• ’ s eLBERTOT, GEORGn. BEST WORKMEN! BEST WORK ! LOWEST PRICES! Good Baggies, warranted, - $125 to $l6O Common Buggies - - -* SIOO. REPAIRING AND BLACKS.MTTTIIXG. Work done in this lino in the very best style. The Best Harness My22-1v jmstmifmi. j\ j. sx-iAAN iSrOiSr, Saddler & Harness Maker Is fully prepared to manufacture JIAKNlibb, PRTHT VQ BRIDLES, SAPDLESj At the shortest notice, in the best manner, and on reasonable terms. Shop at John S. Brown's Old Stand. ORDERS SOLICITED. H. K. GA9RDNER, ELBERTON, GA., DEAI.ER IN MY MS, HlClllft HAHi) WARE, CROCKERY, BOOTS, SHOES, HATS Notions, &o- J, Z. LITTLE, MAKER b s rtfa .k a a Will give close attention to repairing Furniture. Orders in Undertaking filled with dispatch. Shqp at Lehr’s old stand X. M. SWIFT. MACK ARNOLD 3WIFT & ARNOLD, (Successors to T. M. Swift,) DEALERS IN DRV GOODS, GROCERIES, CROCKERY, ROOTS AND SHOES, HARDWARE, &c., Public Square, ES-iBERTOBf ©*A. HENKT D. SCHMIDT, DRAPER&TAILOR H ts a select stock of poods for Spring and Summer wear, and 1 full line of samples from which selections may be m ide. ‘ Satisfaction guaranteed in every case. Thankful for past patronage, he cordially so licits a continuance of the game. ap!4,6t THE GAZETTE. ESTABLISHED 1859. USTew Series. SERVED OUT. In the year 183—there lived at Borde aux the last, or one of the last, of * long line of scoundrels who had made that part of France infamous (to our ideas) by a succession of cold blooded murders, committed un ler the sanction of. what people were pleased to term ‘‘the code of honor." This was a certian Comte de Y— , a man of great physical strength,imperturbable sangfroid,andrel entless cruelty. Not a bad sort of com panion, as some said, when the fit— the dueling fit—was not on him; but this came once in about every six months, and then he must have blood, it mattered little whose. He had killed and maimed boys of sixteen, fathers of families, mili tary officers, journalists, advocates, peaceful countrygentlemen. The cause of a quarrel was of no importance ; if one did not present itself readily, he made one ; always contriving that, according to the code aforesaid, he should be the insulted party, thus having the choice of weapons ; and he was deadly with the small sword. It is difficult for us to re alize a state of society in which such a wild beast could be permitted to go at large; but we know it to be true that such creatures were endured in France, just as we are assured that there were at one time wolves in Yorkshire, only the less noisome vermin had a harder time of it as civilization progressed than was dealt outto the bum n brute. The latest exploit of the Comto de V , previous to the story I am about to relate, was to goad a poor student into a challenge, and when it was repre sented to him that the had never held a sword in his life, so that it would be fairer to use pistols, be replied that “fools sometimes made mistakes with pistols.” and the next morning ran him through the lungs. The evil fit was on him ; but the blood thus shed quieted him for an other half year, and rather more, for pub lic opinion was unfavorable, and the air or Bordeaux because too warm for him. But the scandal blew over after a time, and he came back to Iris old haunts, one of which was a cafe by the river side, whore many used to spend their Sunday. lufcQ the'little garden of this establish’ rrsent oqr wolf swaggm ed one fine sum fntfp;rTTt-.''/'nßrT!, dfltlrt'-re LNcvy dark look ’and nervous tti clung, which those who were acquainted with lnm well knew meant mischief. The evil fit was on him; consequently he found himself the eontre of a circle that expanded as he went on. This did not displease him. lie liked to b • feared. Ho knew he could make a quarrel when he chose, so ha looked around for a victim. At a table almost in the middle of the garden sat a man of about thirty years of age, of middle height, and an expression of countenance which at first struck one as mild and good humored. He was en paged reading a journal which seemed to interest him, and eating strawberries, an occupation which does not call forth any latent strength of character. Above all, he was profoundly unconscious of the presence of Ms ie Comte de Y—and continued eating his strawberries and reading his paper as though no wolf were in that pleasant hold. As the Count approached this table, it become sufficiently well known whom he was about to honor with his insolence; and the circle narrowed again to see the play. It is not bad sj ort, with some of us, to see a fellow creature baited—es pecially when we are out of danger of wolves. The strawberry-eaters’ costume was not such its was ordinarily worn in France at ‘■.hat time, and he had a curi ous hat, which—the weather being warm —he had placed on the table by bis side. ‘Ho is a foreigner,” whispered some in the dress circle. “Perhaps he does not know Monsieur le Comte.” Monsieur le Comte seated himself at the table opposite the unconscious stran ger, and called loudly, “Garcon.” “Garcon,” he said, when that func tionary appeared, “take away that nasty thing!” pointing to the hat aforesaid. Now the stranger’s elbow, as ho read his journal, was on the brim of the “nas ty thing,” which was a very good hat, but of British form and make. The gar con was embarrassed. “Do yon hear me?” thundered the Count. “Take me that thing away ! No one has a light to place his hat on the table.” “I beg your pardon,” said the strawber ry eater.politely placing the offending ar ticle on his bead, and drawing a chair a little aside ; “I w ill make room for Mon sieur.” The garcon was about to retire well satisfied, when the bully called after him— - * “Have I not commanded you to take that thing which annoys me away ?” “But, Monsieur le Comte, it is impos sible.” “"Whatis impossible?” “That I should take the gentleman’s hat.” “By no means,” observed the stranger, uncovering again. “Be so good as to carry my hat to the lady at the counter, and ask her, on my behalf, to do me the favor to accept charge of it for the pre sent.” “You speak French passably well for a foreigner,” said the bully, stretching his arms over the table, and looking his neighbor full in the face—a titter of con tempt going round the circle. “I am not a foreigner, Monsieur.” “I am sorry for that.” “So am I” “Ma> one, without indiscretion, in ELBERTOA, GEORGIA. JUNE 16. 1875. quire why?” “Certainly. Because, if I were a for eigner, I should be spared the pain of seeing a compatriot behave himself very rudely.” “Meaning me?” “Meaning precisely you.” “Do you know who I am?” asked the Count, half turning his back upon him, and facing the lookers on, as ranch as to say, “Now observe how I will crush this poor creature.” Monsieur,” replied the strawberry-ea ter, with perfect politeness in his tone “I have the honor not to know y >u.” “Death of my life! lam the Count de- Y !” The strawberry-eater looked up and the easy, good natured face was gone. In its place was one with two gray eyes which flashed like fire and a mouth that set itself very firmly. “The Comte de V he repeated, in a a low voice. “Yes, Monsieur. And what have you i to say against him ?” “1 1 6 nothing.” “That may be well for you.” “But there are those who say he is a ■ coward.” “That is enough,” said the bully, start ing to his feet. “Monsieur will find me in two hours at this address,” flinging him a card. “I shall not trouble myself to seek Monsieur le Comte,’ replied the straw-' berry-eater, calmly tearing the card in two. “Then I shall say of Monsieur what ho, permitting himself to lie, said just now of me.” “And that is ?” “That he is a coward.” “You may say what you please, Mon sieur ie Comte. Those who know me would not believe you, and those who do not.—my faith ! what care I what they think ?” “And thou, thou art a Frenchman !” Jj No one but a Frenchman could have thrown so much disdain as he did into the “thou.” The strawberry-eater made no reply, but turned his bead and “Gar con !” The poor trembling. cveatuTo earns, up again, wondering what dilemma was prepared for him. and sCpod quak inp; some two yards’yff. “Garcon,” said the stranger, “is there a vacant i’oom in this hotel ?” “Without doubt, Monsieur.” “A large one? " “But certainly. They are all large— apartments.” “Then ei gage the largest for me to day, aud another, no matter, what for Monsieur lo Comte.” “Monsieur, I give my own orders when necessary,” said the Count loftily. “I thought to spare you the trouble- Go, if you please,” (this to the waiter,) “and prepare my rooms.” Then the strawberry eater returned to his strawberrries. The bully knawed bis lip. He could not make head or tail of this phlegmatic opponent. The circle grew a little wider, for a horrid idea got abroad that the Count had not found one who was likely to suit him, and that he would have to seek elsewhere what he wanted. The murmur that went round roused the bully. “Monsieur,” he hissed, “has presumed to make use of a word which among men of honor—” “I beg your pardon ?” “Which among men of honor—” “But what can Monsieur le Comte possibly know what is felt among men of honor?” asked the other with a shrug of incredulity. “Will you fight yourself with me, or will you not,” roared the Count, goaded to fury. “If Monsieur le Comte will give him self the trouble to accompany me to the apartment which, no doubt, is now pre pared for me,” replied the stranger, ris ing, “I will satisfy him.” “Good,” said the other kicking down his chair; “I am with you, I waive the usual preliminaries. I only beg to observe that lam without arms; but if you —” “O, don't trouble yourself on that score,” said the stranger, with a glim smile. “If you are not afraid, follow me.” This he said in a voice sufficiintly loud for the nearest to hear, and the circle parted right and left like startled sheep as the two walked towards the house. "Was there no one to call “police,” no one to try and prevent what to all seem ed imminent ? Not a soul! The dreaded dnslist had his evil fit on, and every one breathed freely, now that he knew the victim was selected. Moreover, no one supposed it would end there The count and his friend (?) were ush ered into the apartment prepared for the latter, who, as soon as the garcon had left took off his coat and waistcoat, and proceeded to move the furniture so as to leave the room free from what was to follow—the count standing with folded arms, gazing at him the while. The decks being cleared for action, the stran ger locked the door, placed the key on the mantle-piece behind him and said: “I think you might have helped a lit tie, but never mind. Will you give me your attention for.five minutes!” “Perfectly.” “Thank you. I am as I have told you, a Frenchman, but I was educated in Eugland, at one of her famous public schools. Had I been sent to one of our own Lyceds, I should, perhaps, Lave gained more book knowledge, but, as it is, I have learned some things which we do not teach, and one of them is, not to take a mean advantage of any man, but to keep my own head with my own hands. Do you understand me, Monsi eur le Comte?” “I cannot flatter myself that I do.” “Ah ! Then I must be more explicit. I learned, then, that one who takes ad vantage of mere brute strength against the weak, or who practiced in any art, compels one unpracticed in it to contend with him is a coward and a knave. Do you follow me now Monsieur Comte ?” “I came here, Monsieur—” “Ne*r mind for what you came, be con tend with what you will get. For exam ple—-to follow what I was observing—if a skilled with a small sword for the mere vicious love of quarrelling, goads to madness a boy who has never fenced in lis life and kills him, that man i3 a murderer, and a knave.” “I think I catch your meaning; but if f&u have pistols here—” foamed the bully. “I do not come to eat strawberries with pistols in my pocket,” replied the oijiir, i the same calm tone he had used tkrlughout. “Allow me to continue. At that school of which I have spoken, ampin the society of men who have grown out-df it, and others where the same hab*v,of thought prevails, it would be consulted that a man who had been gutlffy.* of such cowardice and knavery asjHijive*rnentioned, would be justly pua ished if, some day, bo should be paid iu his owu’coin by meeting someone who wcnld take him at the same disadvantage as,be placed that poor boy at.” “Our seconds shall fix your own weap ons, . Monsieur,” said the Count; “let this farce end.” “Presently Those gentlemen whose opinions I now venture to express, not ha• ■g’ymt craze for blood which distm gui ihee some —who have not had a simi lar, enlightened education would proba bL' thirrk.tkat such a coward and knave as* considering would best jtyac-fc hifl deserts by receiving a humiliat iv befitting hisknavery and hi! cowardice;” • * 'LjiPsee • I have a lawyer to deal tv if Count. A■' "es* I jiawe studied a little law, but 1 Ye f*to say Jam about to break one of llqv ptnV'isions. “Yon will fight me then ?” “Yes. At the school we have been speaking of, I learned, amoug other things, the use of my hands, and if 1 mistake not, I am about to give you as sound thrashing as any bully ever got.” “You would take advantage of your skill in the box?” said the Count, getting a little pale. “Exactly. Just as you took advantage of your skill in the small sword with poor young B .” “But it is degrading—brutal!” “My dear Monsieur, just consider. Yon are four inches taller and some thir ty or forty kilogrammes heavier than I am. I have seldom seen so fine an out side. If you were to hit me a good swinging ’blow, it would go hard with me. In the same way, if poor young B had got over your guard, it would have gone hard with you. But then I shall only black both of your eyes, and perhaps deprive yon of a tooth or so, unhappily iu front; whereas you killed him.” “I will not accept this barbarous en counter.” You must; I have done talking. Would you like a little brandy before we begin ? No ! Place yourself on guard, then, if you please. When I have done with you, and you are fit to appear, then you shall hav - your revenge—even with the small sword, if you please. At present, bully—coward—knave, take that, and that, and that!” And the wiry little Anglo Frank was as good as bis word. Iu less time than it takes to write it the great braggart was rendered unpresentable for many a long day. That number one caused him to see suns beaming in tho firmament with Lis right eye; that number two produced a similar phenomenon with his left; that number three obliged him to swallow a front tooth, and to observe the ceiling more attentively than he had hitherto clone. And when one or two oth er thatshad completely cowed him, and ho threw open the window and called for help, the strawberry-eater took him by the neck and breeches and flung him out of it on the flower-bed below. The strawberry-eater remained a month at Bordeaux to fulfill his promise of giving the Count his revenge. But then again, the bully met with more than his match. The strawberry eater had Angelo for a master, as well as Owen Swift, and after a few passes the CouDt, who was too eager to kill his man, felt an unpleasant sensation in his right shoulder. The seconds interfered, an i there was an end of the affair. It was his last duel. Someone produced a sketch of him as he appeared being thrown out of the hotel window, and ridi cule —so awful to a Frenchman—rid the country of him. The strawberry-eater was alive when the battle of tho Aimi was fought, and is the only man lo whom the above facts are known who never talks about them.—[Temple Bar. Tho latest invention in the life boat line is a boat with a broad line of cork at the load line, so constructed that it sails equally well e.therside up It will not upset easily, but if it does upset the bottom and keel fall right down through the centre, and there it is just as it was before, a perfect boat, only what was the bottom has become the top. Vol. IY.-No. 8. BOUND TO HAVE A TURKEY. , In St. Paul, Minnesota, Campbell and “Ted” Seguin beard one day that there was fine wild turkey shootiDg in the vi cinity. “Turkeys l” said Ted. “I must have have some.” “So must I,” said Campbell. “We’ll go out shooting, Ted, and have a day’s sport.” “So we will.” Bright and early the next morning they were up, loaded with powder aud shot and a double barreled shotgun and started off. There wasn’t a “gobbler" within fifty miles, and afier five or six hours’patient rambling, they became less particular at what the} 7 fired than they had been. The dusk of evening was coming on, but not a turkey, or, for that matter, anything else in the shape of game, had been bit. Ted Seguin’s sight would be spoiled by his eye glasses tumbling from bis nose just as he was about to pull tho trigger, and Campbell scorned anything less than a fu 1 grown gobbler on the wing. Saddened and weary they plodded along homeward. “What shall we do, Ted ?” said Slier. “It’ll never to do to come home without something.” “We had better not,” replied Ted. “We’ll never hear the last of it ” “I have it!■” suddenly broke out Camp bell. “I know a place where they have them for sale. We’ll buy a couple aud shoot them.” They started off to a poultry mer chant’s where they had noticed game for sale, and a bargain was struck for a cou ple of live turkeys—tame ones—which were set up at the end of the back yard, and nearly blown blown to pieces by the two sportsmen. “Y'ou’ll dress those, and send them down to thehotel this evening, will you?” said they to the poultry dealer. “Yes, sir ; faith and I’ll do that same,” was the answer. The sportsmen went home in good spirits. “Did you shoot any turkeys, Slier ?" asked the ladies, when they arrived at the hotel. “Why, of conrso we did; that’s wiiat we went out N’or.” “Where are they ?” “Oh, they'll be here presently—we left them to be dressed, We’il have them for dinner to morrow." An hour or so afterward the turkeys arrivod, partially wrapped up, and were taken to tire rooms of the ladies for ex hibition. “Now, Fannie,” said Slier to Fannie Stockton, who was prima donna of the troupe, “look at them; aren’t they fine ones ?” and Seguin and be bad the cov ering off them in a twinkling, and laid them on the table for inspection. “What do you think of them, Zelda?” said Seguin to Miss Harrison. There were exclamations of admira tion at first from the ladies, then a puz zled gaze stole over their faces, and they looked up at one another. “What did you say these were, Slier?” asked Fannie Stockton. “Why, turkeys, of course,” said Slier, proudly. “Certainly, turkeys; r we shot them ourselves,” said Ted, giving a glowing description of the woods iu which they were shot, and the difficulty they expo rienced in getting near them. Then there was a laugh. “Turkevs,” said the ladies, when they regained their breath. “Why, what’s the matter?” Another peal of laughter from the girls was their answer, to the astonish mant of the sportsmen, who were be ginning to feel very uneasy, and were thinking it was just possible that they might have been “given away.” “Will you answer me one question, Ted?” said Zelda Harrison, as soon as the girls had recovered a littli of their equanimity. “Certainly,” was the sententious an swer. “How long ago is it since turkeys be gan to wear webbed feet?” The rascally poultry merchant had sent a couple of geese to the hotel. [Brooklyn Argus. The Atlanta Constitution says th at several Granges in South Carolina are combining to build a cotton mill on Sa luda river. Upon this suggestion it pro ceeds to urge the establishment of, first, cotton yarn, factories at every cross -road in the State for the working up of its cotton productions, which can be more economically shipped as yarn than as raw cotton; and, second, of regular cotton factories as the yarn mills shall prosper and accumulate capital as well as attr ret both it and labor, and thus stimulate the production of cotton and all other agri cultural products by thus making a home market for them. These mills, it says, will cost but SIO,OOO, and that amount of money can be raised in any cotton growing neighborhood. A letter from Kansas City, Mo., relates that a poor farmer of Bates county want into a grocery store in that city for tho purpose of getting some flour. He had no money, but oflered to mortgage bis team for one hundred pounds of flour. The merchant refused to let him have it without the money, whereupon the farm er picked up the flour and put it on the wagon and left town. The merchant sued him and the jury gave their verdict as follows : “Defendant shall have the flour for his consumption, and the mer chant shall pay tho coots.” THE NEWSPAPER BUSINESS. The editor of the Milwaukee Even ing Wisconsin, in referring to the news paper business, says: The average news paper reader thinks be could improve the newspaper he reads, if he were the editor. It is very common for editors of long experience—men who have dovot, . ed a lifetime to the profession—to get letters from subscribers offering advice. No doubt some editors need advice.; but as a rule an editor, fit to be in his posi tion, knows better than any one reader what should go into his paper. Tho readers of a newspaper are a community; and their wants and tastes are broader than those of one loan: hence the acute editor will find liis way to the satisfac tion of the greatest number. In this course ho will circumscribe himself only by a regard for truth, right, and the pub lie good. He is, however, constantly tempted, by the large sale of purely nas ty and immoral papers, to increase his at the expense of decency. But only on the ground that tho devil is the best paymaster can this course be justified. Edit a paper within the bounds of de cency and right, and the best test of the editor’s work is the sales of his wares— the number of his readers. Edited upon any other principle the paper becomes a tract, and people don’t buy tracts—the benevolent societies give them away. Another popular fallacy with regard to newspapers is the very general belief that fabulous fortunes are made by pub lishing them. Of course everybody knows that not much money can be made in printing a small paper in a country town ; but we speak of prominent pa pers iu great cities. It is a common re mark that we hear with regard to Chica go newspaper fortunes. There aro five principal newspapers in Chicago, and we understand from most excellent au tliority that there has been no money made by them for the past year. We know the newspapers have not paid ex penses the past year. The difficulty has not been with the papers, for they have been good. It is the loss of advertising. Business has been dull and merchants and manufacturers have not attempted to expand by advertising. In the United States are printed some bix thousand publications. Wo do not call to mind twenty men who have made fortunes in the business. So we repeat, it is ffofca money making business. Perhaps the worst popular fallacy with regard to newspapers is that generally entertained that newspapers ought to bo printed and published in the interest of the community—particularly the indi gentportion of thecommunity. Churches, . poor-houses, asylums, and all sorts of charitable enterprises run to the news papers for gratuities, as the child runs to its mother for help. Politicians, of fice seekers and scalawags generally count on the unpaid support of newspapers. Now a newspaper to be worth anything , as a business enterprise, should be print ed in the interest of its proprietor—just as much as a merchant should run his business in bis own interest alone. This popular fallacy has been largely bred by the establishment of party and personal organs, that live by begging for support, and other newspaper’mendicancy. Another very common fallacy that has possession of tho average mind is that an advertisement of one’s waats and business inserted in a newspaper is pa tronage, in a sort of generous sense. The fact is that the publisher of a first class newspaper usually charges less than the cost of the white paper covered for Ihe insertion of an advertisement. So, if there is any patronage in tho transaction it is on the part of the pub lisher. A stranger picking up a paper from an unknown city'judges of its business and general reputation for enterprise more by the advertisements than by the editorials. In Saturday’s number of the New Or leans Bulletin appears the following, which is too good to lose: A friend desires us to warn tho Rcv- Mr. Mathews of a hidden danger at tho Academy of Music. Just in tho centro of tho stage and near the footlights is an iron plate, from which we have many of, us seen the wonderful Ala make his ter rible leap to tho dome of the theatre. Now we all enj> yed this performance, Lut it would hardly be pleasant to see Mr. Mathews, when just in the midst of in eloquent appeal, suddenly shoot up from the stage and land, probably, in tho balcony circle. Let the workings of this arrangement be thoroughly investigated, or perhaps vhile the congregation aro being carried away by the well known eloquence of the -distinguished divine, he may himself be sent away whirling into space. Such a contretemps would tend seriously to affect the sensitive na tures of some of tho visitors, and might result in something more dangerous than funny. It is well for the people to be elevated by the minister, but lie should stand firm in his faith and beware of man traps. GOV. JENKINS. In order to avoid tho terrific scramble for the office of Governor by aspirants and their friends, we have suggested the name of Gov. Jenkins as a compromise because wo believe his nomination would give universal satisfaction to the people of tho State, and against whom we do not think any present aspirant would in terpose his personal claims over a man who so nobly illustrated Georgia's dig nity when he was driven from the Guber natorial Chair at'the point of the bayo net.—[Rome Courier. In Paris they make two eggs out of one by cutting the shell with a glazier's diamond and then slicing tho egg quick ly with au oiled knife. The two halves deftly dropped into boiling butter on the plate, which “fixes" them, making them look like two, and for which the custom er—who has not seen the performance— pa} s without suspicion. Who couldn't pay the Germans their indemnity and get back to specie payments in three years with such gains ?