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SHANNON & WORLEY,
attorneys at law,
ELBGRTOST, GA.
WILL PRACTICE IN THE COURTS OF
the Northern Circuit and Franklin county
|g?“Special attention given to collections.
J. S. BARNETT,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
ELBERTON, GA.
JOHN T. OSBORN,
ATTORNEY AND COUNSELOR AT LAW,
ELBEKTON, GA.
WILL PRACTICE IN SUPERIOR COURTS
and Supreme Court. Prompt attention
to th collection of claims. nevl7,ly
2.. J. GARTRELL,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
ATLANTA , GA,\
PRACTICES IN THE UNITED STATES Clß
cuit and District Courts at Atlanta, and
Supreme and Superior Courts of the State.
ELBERTON BUSINESS CARDS.
J. A. WREN,
PHOTOGRAPHIC ARTIST
II&s located for a short time at
DR. EDMUNDS’ GALLERY,
ELBERTON. GA.
WnERE he isprepaiedto execute every 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 iuvit.es
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
T. J. BOWMAN & CO-,
REAL ESTATE AGENTS
ELBERTON GA.
WILL attend to the business of effecting
sales and purchases of REAL ESTATE
as Agents, on REASONABLE TERMS.
Applications should be made to T. J.
BOWMAN. Sepl 5-tf
LIGHT CARRIAGES & BUGGIES.
J. F. AFIYI)
(Carriage ufact’r
ELBERTON, GEORGIA.
WITH GOOD WORKMEN!
LOWEST PRICES!
CLOSE PERSONAL ATTENTION TO
BUSINESS, and an EXPERIENCE
OF 27 YEARS,
He hopes by honest and fair dealing to compete
any other manufactory.
Good Baggies, warranted, - $125 to $l6O
REPAIRING AND BLACKSMITIIING.
Work done in this line in the very best style.
The Best Harness
TERMS CASH.
My 22-1 y
J. M. BARFIELD,
THE REAL LIVE
Fashionable Tailor,
Up-Stairs, over Swift & Arnold's Store,
ELBERTON, GEORGIA.
flSTCall ancl See Him.
TITE ELBERTON
DRUG STORE
H. 0. EDMUNDS, Proprietor.
Has always on hand a full line of
Pure Drugs and Patent Medicines
Makes a specialty of
STATIONERY a™
PERFUMERY
Anew assortment of
WRITING PAPER & ENVELOPES
Plain and fancy. just received, including a sup
ply of LEGAL CAP.
CIGARS AND TOBACCO
of all varieties, constantly on hand.
F. A. F. NOB LETT,
mmm&i iaioi,
ELBERTON, GA.
Will contract for work in STONE and BRICK
anywhere in Elbert county [jel6 6m
CENTRAL HOTEL
MRS. W. M THOMAS,
PROPRIEIRESS,
AUGUSTA GA
W- H. ROBERTS,
C AKPENTER & BUILDER
ELBERTON; GA.
I HAVE LOCATED IN ELBERTON WHERE
I will be prepared to do all work in my line
as cheap as any good workman can afford. Con
tracts respectfully solicited.
jggg* Shop on the west side of and near the
jail.
eofiins Made to Older.
THE GAZETTE.
ISTew Series.
For the Gazette.]
TWILIGHT THOUGHTS.
[by a yodsg giel of the age OF FOURTEEN’.]
’Tis the lovely hour of twilight,
Lengthening shadows creep around ;
Now, while all is calm and silgnt,
Vesper hells send forth their sound.
Everything is whispering gently
Of our past and present state,
Warns us of our coming danger,
Bids us wake before “too late.”
Softly now the ev’ning zephyrs
’Mong my flowing tresses play,
And into my ear they whisper
Stories of the passing day;
Stories bright with deeds of kindness,
Glittering like jewels bright,
Far surpassing in their lustre
Ail the gorgeous gems of night.
Loveliest hour that ever greets us,
Like a maiden fair and young,
Charming us with all her freshness,
Tresses to the soft winds flung;
Eyes that beam like brightest jewels ;
Rosy lips just made to kiss,
Still a misty veil enfolds her—
Youthfulness —ah, this is bliss!
Twilight's rosy glow surrounds us,
Lending wings to fancy’s life,
Taking us to fields elysian,
Far beyond the world’s cold strife.
Let us revel in the pleasures
Of a land where beauty reigns,
Fountains, flo-vers, music, houris,
All that Moslem’s faith contains.
Thus we dream along unheeding
How the twilight fades away,
Looking far into the future,
Where life is a blissful day,
Till at length the darkness gathers,
And it is no longer light,
We are wakened by the shadows,
Finding day has changed to night.
EATEN BY EATS.
A Sedalia (Mo.) paper says: There
was told us a story, the truth of which
we can vouch for, and the details of
which are so pathetic, and yet so horrid,
as to sound more like some witch’s work
than like the plain fact it is. It has
never been published before, and was
known to but two or three persons
until only a day or two since.
Near Cambridge, Saline county, lies
an island out in the middle of the Mis
souri river. It is a large one, and its
soil is fit for the raising of corn and mel
ons and a few kinds of vegetables. Upon
this resided a German family, Waggoner
by name. It was composed of husband
and wife and two very pretty children,
aged respectively five years and ten.—
The old man had him a comfortable
house built, and made his living by boat
ing and by what yield a few sandy acres
might give him.
One day the husband of this family
had some business on the mainland, and
so he bade his wife and children good
bye, got into his boat and rowed across
the stream, intending without fail to bo
back the evening of that day. This was
on the morning of Tuesday. The night
following, the mother of the family took
sick with colic, it is supposed, and died.
No aid could reach her, and there she
was ,dying out on that lonely island in
the night, and with only her two little
children at her bedside. Anxiously must
she have listened with her hearing al
ready deadened, for the coming of her
husband, and wistfully must those little
children have stretched their sight across
the water for the return of their father.
But he came not, and there in mid
stream, and in the darkened cabin, those
children were left alone with a dead
mother. They could, of course, do
nothing for themselves, and there was
no aid in reach, so they had to let the
body remain just as it lay in the last
struggle of death.
That night the cold came on, and by
morning the stream was blocked with
ice, so that no skiff could cross it in
safety.
The days went wearily by, and the
children, frightened and fatigued be]
yend anything we may imagine, began
to feel the want of provisions. There
was a scant supply of them in the cabin
when the father left, and they were now
about consumed. Most horrid of all the
story, but no less the trutb, the rats be
gan to seek the corpse of the dead
mother, and when the husband return
ed, a week from the day of his depart
ure, who can picture the horror that
befell him as he entered his once happy
home and found his wife lying there
with her face half eaten off with the
vermin, and his little children almost
starving.
♦
A miracle has been wrought by nature
in the village of Woodsocket, Rhode
Island. Frederick Luke suddenly be
came muto twenty years ago, when he
was still a youth. He rapidly fell into a
decline, and the physicians only gave
him a few months to live. He, however,
lingered on from year to year, and since
1872 a gradual improvement in his
health became perceptible. A few days
ago he joyfully can e to his mother and
articulated some words, instead of speak
ing in signs to her as he had done for
twenty years. His power of speech is
rapidly gaining, and some of the most
distinguished physicians of Rhode Island
are about to investigate this remaikable
case.
Telegraphing in the English language
is said to be much cheaper than it is ir
any other.
ESTABLISHED 1859.
ELBERTON, GEORGIA MARCH 15. 1871?.
TEXAN COURTSHIP.
He sits on one side of the room, in a
big white-oak rocking-chair; she on the
other side, in a little white-oak rocking
chair. A long-eared deer hound, snap
ping at flies, is by his side ; a basket of
sewing by hers. Both rock incessantly
—that is. the young people, not the dog
and basket. He sighs heavily, and looks
out of the west window at a myrtle tree;
she sighs lightly, and gazes out of the
east window at the turnip patch. At
last he remarks, ‘‘This is mighty good
kind of weather to pick cotton.”
“ ’Tis that, if we only had any to
pick.”
The rocking continues.
“What’s your dog’s name ?”
“Coony.”
Another sigh-broken stillness.
“What is he good fur ?"
“What is he good fur ?” says he, ab
stractedly.
“Your dog, Coony.”
“Fur kftchin’ ’possuma.”
Silence of half an hour.
“He looks like a deer dog.”
“Who looks like a deer dog I”
“Coony.”
“He is; but he's kinder bellowsed, an'
gettin’ old an’ slow now. An’ he ain’t no
count on a cold trail.”
In the quiet ten minutes that ensued
she takes two stitches in her quilt. It
is a gorgeous affair, that quilt is, made
after the pattern called “Rose of Sha
ron.” She is very particular about the
nomenclature of her quilts, and fre
quently walks fifteen miles to get anew
pattern with a real “putty name.”
“You’re not raisin’ many chickinga ?”
“Forty odd.”
Then more rocking, and somehow, af
ter a w-hile, the big rocking-chair and
the little rocking-chair are jammed side
by side.
“How many lias your ma got ?”
“How many what ?”
“Ckicbings.”
“Nigh on to a hundred.”
By this time the ckair3 are so close to
gether that rocking is impossible.
“The minks has eat all ours.”
Then a long silence reigns. At last
he observes, “Makin’ quilts !”
“Yes,” she replies, brightening up.
“I’ve just finished a ‘Roarin' .Jk.ga? of
Brazed,’ a ‘Sitting Sun,’ and a ‘Na
tion’s Pride.’ Have you ever saw the
‘Yellaw Rose of the Parary ?’ ”
“No.”
More silence; then he says “Do you
love cabbage ?”
“I do that.”
Presently his hand is accidently plac
ed on hers. She does not know it—at
least she pretends not to be aware of it.
Then after an hour spent in sighs, clear
ing of throats, and coughing, he sudden
ly says, “I have a great mind to bite
you.”
“What are you a great mird to bite
me fur ?”
“Ease you won’t have me.”
“Kase you ain’t axed me.”
“Well, now I ax you.”
“Then, now I has you.”
Then Coony dreams he hears kissing.
The next day the young man goes to
Tigersville after a marriage license.—
Wednesday, the following week. No
cards.
GLITTERING POVERTY.
A Washington letter writer says: A
pawnbroker being indebted to a gentle
man, and the debt remaining unpaid for
some time, my friend went personally
to collect his dues. Stated in the dingy
counting-room he could, unseen, survey
the front of the store. A lady entered,
whom he at once recognized. She was
married and stood high in social rank.
Refusing to name her errand to the
clerk, the principal was summoned; then
unclasping a shining cross, she explained
that she must have SSOO at once; that
the cross was worth $1,200. Of course
the man of loans demurred, haggling for
the greatest advantage; then, finally giv
ing her $350, she hurried away with a
haughty tread, but in nervous baste, lit
tle dreaming who had seen her. That
same evening at a brilliant party my
friend met her. In her ears costly dia
monds gleamed; from her bracelets they
glittered again, and when the glove was
withdrawn her hand sent back the light
from splendid rings. Gay chat and
merry laughter passed back and forth
till after some light jesting, to test her
self possession, my friend complimented
her jewels and asked: “Where is that
magnificent cross I have so often seen ?"
Not a quiver of an eyelid or a deeper
flush on the cheek betrayed the lady as
she quickly replied: “Ob, I broke it'last
week, and, not liking to have it repaired
here, I have sent it to New York! I was
vexed enough that it was not returned
in time for this party !” And that lady
rides in her carriage, queens it over a
home, has a husband who idolizes her,
and children on whose pure lit arts it is
hers to write the lessons of life.
An Indian mound on Murphy’s island,
St. John’s river, Fla., has been opened.
After making a breach of thirty-five feet
the explorers discovered a hard wall
made of Coquina or shell rock. This wall
was cemented, and was ornamented w 7 ith
various figures of warriors with bows
and arrows, and various reptiles. After
much difficulty a breach was made in the
wall, and by the light of a torch, several
of the party entered, aud found them
selves within a vault eight feet high and
fifteen in length by twelve in bredtb, in
which were armed warriors encased in
niches, all in a state of decay.
A WESTERN ROTHSCHILD. *
He hadn’t any baggage, and after one
look at him the brush boy walked away
and sat down. The average brush boy
of the average hotel knows when he can
brush a quarter out of a guest just as
well as if he were a lawyer. The strang
er wrote a name on the register with
great deliberation. It was a long
name. It read : “Herbert Henry Wash
ington, Chicago, Illinois.” The clerk re
garded him a moment closely, and then
asked him :
“How long will you remain here ?”
“About a week.”
“Shall I credit you with ten dollars
paid iu advance ?”
“Who are you talking to ?" demanded
the stranger as he stepped back a little.
“Strangers usually pay in advance,”
replied the clerk.
“Well, sir. I’ll be hanged, sir, if I was
ever insulted before ! Ask me for money
in advance! Why, sir, do you know I
could buy this hotel, and still have mil
lions left?”
“I have my orders.”
• “Am Ito be treated like a dead-beat?”
continued the stranger. “When a man
comes to Detroit to lend two hundred
thousand dollars on a mortgage do your
people look upon him as a skulk and a
thief ?”
“My orders are positive,” quietly re
plied the clerk.
“I want to see the owner of this ho
tel, and I want to take him to the Board
of Trade, the Mayor’s office, and the
water works, and I want him to find out
what kind of a man I am."
“The proprietor isn’t in,” responded
the clerk.
“You don't know me—you don't real
ize who lam !” exclaimed the stranger,
tapping the office counter at every
pause. “I didn’t care to be known, but
since you have insulted me, I want to in
form you that lam the Rothschild of
the West!”
The clerk started off with a letter to
his girl, but had only got as far as “Be
loved Sarah,” when the stranger yelled
out:
“Who advanced money to Chicago to
complete her w 7 ater works? Who owns
the twenty-eight steamships and six
.'.-U a s ? Vi. six elevators and one
hundred miles of railroad ?”
“I don’t know,” was the reply.
“And yet when I come in this house
I am insulted as if I were a loafer !” con
tinued the stranger. “Why, sir, come
to the bank with me, sir, and see if my
check for $50,000 won’t be readily cash
ed.”
“I’ll go,” said the clerk, putting on his
hat.
“You will, eh?”
“Yes, sir!”
•‘You needn’t go. I wouldn’t stop
here if you’d give me a thousand dollars
a day. I’ll go to some other house, and
when spring opens I’ll buy a site next to
you and build a hotel of my own and run
your house out of sight!”
“Call an officer,” said the clerk to one
of the boys.
“That’s the crowning insult!” shouted
the man. “But I’ll bide my time. I’ll
go over to the other tavern and send
over $50,000 for you to look at, and no
matter how sorry you feel, sir, I’ll not
accept an apology, sir—blast me if I
will!”
He went out, and at noon he was seen
eating crackers and cheese in the post
office.
Funny—no doubt of it!
[Detroit Free Press.
DAMAGED MEN.
You can see any day, in the streets of
any city, men who look damaged. Men,
too, of good original material, who start
ed out in life with generous aspirations.
Once it was said that they were bright,
promising lads ; once they looked hap
pily into the faces of mothers, whose
daily breath was a prayer for their puri
ty and peace. Ah! what if some of
them have vowed their souls away to
confiding wives, who silently wonder
what can be the meaning of the change
—the cold, slow-creeping shadow —that
is coming over the house and heart.
Going to the bad! Tbe spell of evil
companions; the willingness to hold
and use money not honestly gained ; the
stealthy, seductive, plausible advance of
the appetite for strong drink; the
treacherous fascinations of the gambling
table; the gradual loss of interest in
business and in doings which build a
man up ; the decay of manliness; the
rapid weakening of all noble purposes ;
recklessness and blasphemy against fate;
the sullen despair of ever breaking the
chains of evil habits. What victories of
shame and contempt, what harvest of
hell have grow 7 n from such as this
Sneer if you will, like a fool, at the sug
gestions of reform in morals and relig.
ion; every man knows in his better
moods, that all there is of true life is
personal virtue and rectitude of charac
ter. Going to the bad ! But there is
hope. Earth and heaven are full of
hands ever reaching to help the lost man
back to the better way.
For a straightforward plea to the
question of “Guilty, or not guilty?” com
mend us to that Missouri chap, on trial
for murder : “If your honor please I am
guilty. I killed the man because he
took my gal from me. She was about
the only thing I had an’ I didn’t want
to live after she went, an’ I didn’t
want him to live neither. An’ I should
be much obliged to your honor if you
would hang me as soon as possible.”
VoI.IY-No. 46.
HE WAS BADLY SOLD.
I happened the other day on the
Lehigh Valley railroad. The train had
just left Easton and the conductor was
making his firstf round, when he observ
ed a small white dog with a bushy tail
and bright eyes sitting cosily on the
seat beside a young lady so handsome
that it made his heart roll over like a
lop sided pumpkin. But duty was duty,
aud he remarked in his most deprecato
ry manner:
“I’m very sorry madam, but it is
against the lules to have dogs in the
passenger ears.”
“Oh, my, is that so ?” and she turned
up two lovely brown eyes beseechingly.
“What in the world will Ido? I can’t
throw him away. He was a Christmas
present from my aunt.”
“By no means, miss. We’ll put him
in a baggage car, and he’ll be just as
happy as a robin in Spring.”
“What! put my nice white dog in a
nasty, stuff} 7 , dusty baggage car?"
“I m awfully sorry, miss, I do assure
you, but the rules of the company are as
inflexible as the laws of the Medcs and
them other fellows, you know. Ho shall
have my overcoat to’lie on and the brake
man shall give him grub and water every
time he opens bis mouth.”
“I just think it’s awful mean, so I do;
and I know somebody will steal it, so
they will,” and she showed a half notion
to cry that nearly broke the conductor’s
heart, but be was firm and sang out to
the brakeman, who was playing a solo
on the stove:
“Here, Andy, take this dog over to
the baggage car, and tell ’em to take
just the best kind of care of him.”
The young lady pouted, but the brake
man reached over and picked up the ca
nine as tenderly as though it were a
two weeks old baby, but as he did so a
strange expression came over his face
like a wave of gramp colic, and he said
hastily to the conductor:
“Here, you just hold him a minute till
I put this poker away,” and he trotted
out of the car door and held on to the
brake wheel, shaking like a man with
ague.
The conductor no sooner had his
hands on the dog than he looked around
for a hole to fall through.
“Wk—wh—why, this is a worsted
dog.”
“Yes, sir, it is,” replied the little
miss, demurely. “Did not you know
that?”
“No, I’m most awful sorry to say I
didn't know that and he laid the
Christmas dog down in the owner’s lap,
and walked out ou the platform, where
he stood a half hour in the cold, trying
to think of a hymn tune to suit the worst
sold man on the Lehigh Valley road.
[Reading Eagle.
A YEAR AGO AND NOW.'
They lingered at the gate until ho
could finish that last remark, and she
toyed with her fan, while her eyes were
looking down from beneath a jaunty hat,
that only partially shaded her face from
the light of the silvery moon.
He stood gracefully on the outside,
with one hand resting on the gatepost
and the other tracing unintelligible hiero
glyphics on the pannels. They were
looking very sentimental, and neither
spoke for se me minutes, until she broke
silence in a sweet musical voice :
“And you will always think as you do
now, George?”
“Ever, dearest; your image is impress
ed upon my heart so indelibly that
nothing can ever efface it. Tell me
Julia, loveliest of your sex, that I have
a right to wear it there.”
“Oh you men are so deceitful,” she
answered, coquettishly.
True, Julia, men are deceitful,” he
said, drawing a little nearer to her and
insinuating himself inside the gate,
“but who darling could deceive you ?”
“Andi? I were to die, George, wouldn’t
you find someone else you could love as
well ?”
“Never, never. No woman could over
take your place in my heart ”
“Oh, quit now! That ain’t right,”
she murmured, as she made a feint effort
to remove Lis arm from around her
waist.
“Let me hold you to my heart,” ho
whispered, passionately, “until you have
consented to be mine, and he drew her
nearer to him and held her tightly until
he obtained the coveted boon.
It seemed but yesterday since our
weary footsteps interrupted that touch
ing little scene, but when we passed near
the same locality at an early hour in the
morning, ere tho moon and stars had
paled, and heard a gentle voice exclaim :
“No, sir ; you’ve stayed out this long,
and you may just as well make a night
of it. I’ll teach you to stay at the lodge
until three o’clock in the morning, and
then come fooling arouud my door to
worry me and wake the baby. Now
take that and sleep on it.”
it seems but yesterday, that little
scene at the gate, but when yvo accident
ally became a witness to this latter
scene we remembered it had been lon
ger-
“It is not our fault,” says a Milwaukee
editor, “that we are red headed and
small, and the next time that one of
those overgrown rural roosters in a ball
room reaches down for our head and
suggests that some fellow has lost a
rose bud out of bis buttonhole, there
will be trouble.”
Fay that thou o west.
A CORPSE IN THE AIR,
The Paris correspondent of the Phila
delphia Press writes:
“One of the strangest and most horri
ble of sensational incidents took place
tho other day at Puteaux. A party of
children who were playing in the envi
rons discovered floating in the air, ami
partly entangled amid the branches of a
tree, a white parcel upborne by means of
some twenty or thirty little red toy bal
loons which were attached to it. Tho
attention of the police being called to
this singular object, it was brought down
and the package opened, which proved
to contain the corpse of a new-born in
fant. Investigations into the matter
brought to light the following facts:
The child was that of a poor toy-makor
and his wife. Just after tho confine
ment of the latter, tho husband had died
suddenly, and all the household goods
and chattels had been seized for rent.—
The unhappy woman was driven mad by
this accumulation of misfortunes ; she
killed her infant, and then went out and
threw herself into the river, leaving be
hind her a written paper, in which she
declared her intention of committing
suicide, and said that she ‘had gotten
her baby all ready to go up to Heaven.’
A sadder tale, with a stranger termina
tion, it would be hard to find. The toy
balloons evidently had formed part of
the dead husband's stock in trado."
NO TIME TO READ.
We have often encountered many who
profess to believe they have no time to
read. Now we think of it, there have
always been men of such characters,
tho points of which are very easily sum
med up.
Nine times out of ten, they are men
who have not found time to confer any
advantage either upon their families or
themselves.
They frequently spend whole days in
gossiping, trifling and swapping horses,
but they have no tune to read.
They sometimes lose a day asking tho
advice of their neighbors ; sometimes a
day in picking up the news, tho prices
current, and the exchange, but these
men “never have time to read.”
Such men generally have uneducated
children, unimproved farms and unhappy
firesides. They have no energy, no
spirit of improvement, no love of knowl
edge ; they live “unknowing and un
known,” and often die unwept and unro
gretted.
SUICIDE OF A* GERMAN BARON.
Baron von Faldern was found in Wash
ington square, New York, early Satur
day morning, unconscious, and with a
large contusion on his right temple. At
Bellevue Hospital it was found that his
skull was fractured. Ho died iu the af
ternoon. Letters were found in his
pocket in which he expressed his despair
from lack of money and his determina
tion to kill himself. Yon Faldern was a
baron descended from a wealthy family,
and served throughout the Franco-
Prusdian war with honor. Soon after
the closo of the war he came to this
country, and early in 1875 married, but
his wedded life was a short one, his wife
dying within tho year. Since then his
reason has been somewhat affected.—
This, with pecuniary losses, was proba
bly the cause of his suicide. Ho had
lent S7OO to a friend on a note which
was due and protested last Wednesday.
His means were then entirely gone. A
small ballet was found imbedded in his
brain.
— + —— ■■■——
A timid young man was visiting a
beautiful young woman on one of our
streets the other evening, when, after a
pause, she said, looking at him closely :
“Now, I want to propose to you—”
“You are very kind,” said tho diffident
young man, between gasps and blushes,
“but I am not worthy of such happi
ness—and, in fact, nono of our family
are marrying people—besides, my in
come is limited—my ‘differences’ are on
tho wrong side—l have to meet Mr.
Smith, and I’m afraid I’ll be late.” Then
without waiting to put on his overcoat,
lie tried to make exit through the door
of a cupboard. “Why,” said the young
woman, lifting her eyebrows in surprise,
“I wanted you to accompany me to a
friend’s on Main street.” “Oh, in that
case,” answered her swain, “if your
head’s level, and tho boot is on the other
foot, I shall only be too happy, but I
was afraid—that is, almost dared to
hope—in fact, I am subject to theso sei
zures ;” and he sat down on the coal
scuttle and said it was a very cold day—
hadn’t seen such weather since the 4th
of July. —[Titusville Herald.
THE BELKNAP* SWINDLE.
Like a clap of thunder from a cloud
less sky was the announcement [to tho
country that Grant’s war secretary, Bel
knap, had been proved a swindler by the
investigating committee of the House.
The evidence of a Mr. Marsh goes to
show that he paid Mrs. Belknap ten
thousand dollars cash and six thousand
dollars per year for three years for post
traderships at Fort Sill and other army
posts in the southwest.
Belknap was summoned before the
committee and the testimony of Marsh
read to him. Being asked if ho could
give any explanation or refute the charge
in any degree, he bowed his head with
shame, confessing that the statements
were true, and that he must submit to
fate.
The secretary then went to Grant—
before tho committee reported—and ten
dered his resignation, which was imme
diately accepted.
The committee reported to the House
and demanded tho impeachment of Bel
nap before the Sonata for high crimes
and misdemeanors.
A comp my is about starting a great
farming enterprise in the foot hills be
tween Marysville and Smartsville, Oil.,
whore they have in a body 1,700 acres of
land. Orchards of orange trees, Eng
fish walnuts, almonds, and pecans will be
laid out, and much ground devoted to
wheat, clover, alfalfa, aud shoep raising.
