Funding for the digitization of this title was provided by R.J. Taylor, Jr. Foundation.
About The gazette. (Elberton, Ga.) 1872-1881 | View Entire Issue (March 15, 1876)
PROFESSIONAL. CARDS. 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.
