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PROFESSIONAL LARDS.
SHANNON & WORLEY,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
ELBERTON, GA.
WILL PRACTICE IN TIIE COURTS OF
the Northern Circuit and Franklin county
jggySpecial attention given to collections.
J. S. BARNETT,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
SLBERTOH, GA.
JOHN T. OSBORN,
ATTORNEY AND COUNSELOR AT LAW,
ELBERTON, GA.
WILL PRACTICE IN SUPERIOR COURTS
and Supreme Court. Prompt attention
to the collection of claims. nevlT.ly
L. 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.
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. Sepls-tf
LIGHT CARRIAGES & BUGGIES.
J. R l .
(JaRRIAHE^AiWFACT’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 Buggies, warranted, - $125 to $l6O
R I<]PAIRING AND BLACKSMITHING.
Work done in this line in the very best style.
Tlie Rest Harness
TERMS CASH.
My 22-1 v
.1. M.^B^E’IELD,
THE REAL LIVE
Fashionable Tailor,
Up-Stairs, over Swift & Arnold's Store,
ELBERTON, GEORGIA.
JEST Call and. See ILim.
THE 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 „d
PERFUMERY
Anew assortment of
WRITING PAPER & ENVELOPES
Plain and fancy, just received, including a sup
ply ot LEGxAL CAP.
CIGARS AND TOBACCO
of all varieties, constantly on band.
F. A. F. NOB LETT,
mmmhi imoi,
ELBERTON, GA.
Will contract for work in STONE and BRICK
anywhere in Elbert county [jelG 6m
CENTRAL HOTEL
MRS. AY. M THOMAS,
PROPRIETRESS,
4UGUSTA GA
w. H. ROBERTS,
CARPENTER & BUILDER
ELBSRTOK; GA.
I HAVE located in t 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.
gggf* Shop on the west side of and near the
jail.
Coffins Made to Order.
THOS! A. CHANDLER,
(Clerk Superior Court,)
Special attention paid to the
COLLECTION OF CLAIMS,
THE several parties I now hold claims against
will save trouble and expense by settling
immediately. nov.24,tf
THE ELBERT'ON=
AIR-LINE HOUSE
IS NOW OPENED BY
G. W. BRISTOL & WIFE,
ON the corner of the Public Square, opposite
the Globe Hotel. Terms reasonable. In
connection with the House is a
GOOD STABLE,
attended by good hostlers.
THE GAZETTE.
ISTew Series.
DISINFECTING A BATTLEFIELD.
Here is a horrible description of
how the stage has to be cleared after
the curtain has ftillen upon one of the
acts of that vast tragedy called “war.”
It was a hideous and terrible drama,
that disinfecting of the battlefield of
Sedan, and one that might furnish
the fearful text of a chapter entitled
“The Horrors of Glory.” A Belgian
physician, Dr. Guillery, has recounted the
principal facts in a report published at
Brussels. Historians never show any
thing but the radience of the battle
field. The realism of these works dis
plays its hideousness and its corruption.
You dream of glory? Look and behold
a charnel house ! Seven months after
the first of September, 1870, the stench
was so great around the battlefield that
the public health was in danger. Bel
gium became alarmed. Prince Orloff
wrote to M. Berardi that in the eigh
teenth century, in a war of the Turks
against the Persians, swarms of in
sects, nourished on decayed flesh,
brought a frightful epidemic intfc
Russian provinces a hunched times fur
ther from the battlefields than Brussels
is from Sedan. It was necessary to hur
ry, for the peasants had hurried many
bodies, both men and horses, in sum
mary fashion. The exhalations were
horrible. People took in their hands a
little yellow snow, charged with bubbles
of gas, and when it melted it diffused an
odor of corpess. Then, in March, 1871,
men dug and opened in the fields under
the tumuli of the dead. Feet still cov
ered with huge boots and half decayed
faces appeared here and there. Hor
rible things were discovered. A dog
died at LaMoncelle from havidg half
devoured a corpse. The miasma of the
battle gavo fevers to the poor. “The
dead avenged themselves,” as Corneille
says. After having disinterred the corpses
they were burned. Pitch mingled with
petroleum was poured over these re
mains, and then chloride of lime.—
Then all was fired. From time to time
a detonation was heard in the lire.
It was some cartouch still inclosed in
a cartouch box attached to a corpse,
and which exploded, as though these
enemies would fain continue the com
bat after death. And it was by thou
sands that these dead men, born to bh
happy beloved, and to kiss the rosy
cheeks of their 'children, were buried
there. Two hundred and seventy
trenches, disinfected by M. Trouet, i
contained 6,000 corpses. That was not
all. M. Michel disinfected 902 trenches,
and M. Creteur 3,213. Calculate, there
fore how many corpses these tumuli con
tained.
Detroit Fre3 Press: Hundreds of
people yesterday remaked that it
seemed just like spring weather. The
rain, and mist, and fog, and the pub
lic expressions probably put the idea
into the Starling boys head. He
came down town and bought a stuff
ed robbin at a store, went home and
placed it on the limb of a shade-tree,
and when the father came home to
dinner his attention was called to
the fact that the spring birds had re
turned.
“Good gracious me! be exclaim
ed, as he put on his spectacles and saw
the robin.
,‘Winter is over, isn’t it 1” inquired
Mrs. Starling.
“Of course it is. Well that beats
me. You might as well take the
money I laid up for more coal and fix
the children up with new shoes.—
While the old man was combing bis
hair for dinner Tom put the bird ou
the gate-post and his father saw the
second robin, and exclaimed:
“Eliza, if and poor folks come around
here give ’em half those ’taters in the
cellar for the weather’ll be hotter'n
blazes in less shan a month.”
Before the innocent man shoved back
from the table the bird was roosting on
a shrub, but careless handing had pull
ed all the tail feathers out.
“That can't be a robin,” mused the
old man, and he put on his hat and
went out and lifted the bird from the
limb. While Tom was flying down the
alley. How he came out last night the
public may never know.
A Southern Preacher.— The Rev.
Samuel Clawson, a Methodist preacher I
of eccenti’ic manners, some times called
the “wild man” was very popular in Vir
ginia some twenty years ago. He was
cross-eyed and wiry made, and very
dark-skinned for a white man. At times
surprisingly eloquent, always excitable,
and occasionally extravagant. He once
accompanied a brother minister, Rev. Mr.
R, a prominent pastor, to a colored
church. Mr. R. gave the colored preach
er the hint, and of course Clawson was
invited to preach. He did so, and dur
ing the sermon set the impulsive Afri
cans to shouting all over the House.
This, in turn, set Clawson to extrava
gant words and actions, and he leaped
from the pulpit like a deer, and began to
shake hands with the colored brethren
and mix up quite happily. He wept for
joy. Then pressing through the crowd
he found Brother R , and, sitting down
beside him, he threw his arms about his
neck, and with tears streaming down his
cheeks, he said:
“Brother R., I almost wish I had been
born a nigger. These folks have more
religion that we have.”
“Well, well,” said Brother R, “you
came so near that you needn't cry about
it.”
ESTABLISHED 1859.
ELBERTON, GEORGIA, APRIL, 5, 1876.
BUYING A GOW.
Deacon Smith’s wagon stopped one
morning before Widow Jones’ door, and
he gave the usual country sign that he
wanted somebody in the bouse by drop
ping the reins and sitting double with
his elbows on his knees. Out tripped
the widow, lively as a cricket, with a
tremendous black ribbon on her snow
white cap. “Good morning” was said
on both sides, and the widow waited si
lently for what was further to be said or
done.
“Well, ma’am Jones, perhaps you do
not want to sell one of your cows, now,
for nothing, any way, do you ?”
“Well, there, Mister Smith, you could
not have spoken my mind better. A
poor lone woman like me does not know
what to do with so many creturs, and
should be glad to trade if we can fix it.”
So they adjourned to the meadow.
Deacon Smith looked at Roan—then at
the widow—the Brin die —then at the
widow—at the Downing cow—then at
the widow again—and so through the
whole forty. The same call was made
every day for a week, but the deacon
could not decide which cow he wanted.
At length, on Saturday, when the Wid
ow Jones was in a hurry to get through
her baking for Sunday—and had “ever
so much to do in the house,” as all farm
ers’ wives and widows have on Saturday
—she was a little impatient. Deacon
Smith was as irresolute as ever.
“That ’ere Downing cow is a pretty
fair cretur,” said he, “but”—he stopped
to glance at the widow’s face, and then
walked around her—not the widow —but
the cow.
“The Downing cow I knew before the
late Mr. Jones bought her.” Here he
signed at the allusion to the late Mr.
Jones; she sighed, and both looked at
each other. It was a highly interesting
moment.
“Old Roan is a faithful old milch, and
so is Brindle—but I have known bet
ter.” Along staro succeeded Lis speech
—the pause was getting awkward—and
at last Mrs. Jones broke out :
“Law ! Mr. Smith, if I'm the cow you
want, do say so !”
The intentions of the deacon and the
Widow Jones were published the next
day.
LET THE MAN OUT.
The lata Rev. Dr. Wiglitman, one
night sitting later than usual, sunk in
the profundities of a great folio tome,
imagined he heard a sound in the
kitchen inconsistent with the quietude
and security of a mouse, and so taking
his candle, he proceeded to investigate
the cause
His foot being heard in the lobby, the
housekeeper began, with all earnest
ness, to cover the fire, as if preparing
for bed.
“Ye’re up late to-night, Mary.”
“I’m jist rakin, the fire, sir, and gaun
to bed.”
“That's right, Mary; I like timeous
hours.”
On his way back to the study he
passed the coal closet, and, turning the
key, took it with him.
Next morning, at an early hour,
there was a rap at his bed-room door,
and a request for the key, to put a fire
on.
“Ye’re too soon up, Mary; go back to
your bed yet.
Half an hour later there was another
knock,'and a similar request, in order to
prepare for breakfast.
“I don’t want to breakfast so soon,
Mary ; go back to your bed.”
Another half hour, and then another
knock, with an entreaty for the key, as
it was washing day.
This was enough. He arose and hand
ed out the key, saying :
“Go and let the man out.”
Mary’s sweetheart had been impris
oned all night in the coal closet, as the
preacher shrewdly suspected, where,
Pyramis £and Thisbe-like, they had
breathed their love through the key
hole.
THE NIGGER’S LAST HOPE.
As some negro emigrants were waving
their adieux from the car window yes
terday afternoon, old Si, who was stand
ing at the Kimball house corner, re
marked:
‘■Oh, yes; you niggers wabe yqur
handkerchers now, but bimeby you’ll hab
sumfin else a wabing in de cold, chilly
wind, you mind me !”
“Whar’s dey gwine ter ?” asked anoth
er darkey in the crowd.
“ 'Migratin' to Massippi, dey sez,” re
plied another.
“Well, dey’ll do fust rate out dar,
kase one ob dem emmergrant agints
told me dat dey gibs a field hand two
dollars a day an’ feeds him, out dar !"
said the first negro.
“Shot ver mouf, boy !” exclaimed old
Si, savagely.
“Well, he did.”
“Sposen he did, nigger ? Don’t you
know dat’s all a blamed lie fer to git you
fool darkies out dar in de cotton fields.
Two dollars an’ feed ? You’d be lucky
ter git feed! Dey tried to stuff dis nig
ger wid dat two dollar biziness but I
know’d dem folks out dar warn’t settin’
poor black niggers up in de bankin’ biz
ness, no, sh! Dis hyar Georgy is de
place for me, kase I’m tellin’ yer when
yer git too fur away from de old mars
ter and de ole heme you's away frum de
only freedman’s bank whar de nigger is
got left now!”
As one of the listeners remarked, “Dar
is sence fur ye!”
I * DID HE PROPOSE ?
It was midnight. The young man
had farewelled himself out, and Emeline
had locked the door and was untying
her shoes, when her mother came down
stairs with a bedquilt arcund her, and
said:
“You wanted to creep up stairs with
out my hearing you, eh ? Didn’t think
I knew it was an hour after midnight,
did you ?"
The girl made no reply, and the moth
er continued:
“Did he propose this time ?”
“Why—mother!” exclaimed the daugh
ter.
“You can Svhy, mother’ all you like
to, but don’t I know that he has been
coming here for the last year ? Don’t I
know that you’ve burned up at least
four tons of coal courtin round here,
eh ?”
The girl got her shoes off, and the
mother stood in the stair door and ask
ed :
“Emeline, have you got any grit?”
“I guess so.”
“I guess you haven’t. I just wish
that a fellow with false teeth and a mole
on his chin would come sparking me.—
Do you know what would happen, Emo
line ?”
“No.”
“Well, I’ll tell you. He’d come to time
in sixty days or he’d get out of this
mansion like a goat jumping for sunflow
er seeds.”
Emeline went to bed to reflect over
the matter.
THE LODGE.
It got so at last that his wife began to
wonder what business “the Lodge” had
on hand that it should meet four or five
times per week. He was out’four nights
a week until eleven o’clock, and be came
home with redness in his eyes and
step was unsteady as hs passed down
the hall. He said “the 'Lodge” busi
ness was mighty hard on the muscles,
and that candidates were coming in by
hundreds. One night he groaned out
in his sleep, and- talked about “the right
bower,” and yelled out “spades J” and
the wife wondered still more. The oth
er evening she took a position where she
could see who went up stairs into the
Lodge rooms. Her husband passed by
a©d entered a place where rows of bot
tnk adorirthe shelves, and coffee 'and
spice star.<d in saucers on the counter to
purify the breath. When she went in
he was onp of four at a table. Each one
of the four were looking at the pictures
on some cards.
“So this is the lodge, is it ?” she in
quired, as she stood before him.
He was caught, and he resolved to
make a clean breast of it. He laid t his
cards down, rose up and gave her his
arm, and said:
“I won't lie to you, Mary. This is
not the lodge room ; This is where we
stop for a minute to beat the blasted
enemies of our craft out of their surplus
greenbacks. When I come home to
night, Mary, I’ll bring that shawl you
spoke of.”
The regularity with which that man
now stays at home every evening in the
week is astonishing.
HOW MEATS ARE KEPT.
It may interest our readers to know
how meats are kept fresh for the Eng
lish market during a voyage across the
Atlantic The process is protected by
letters patent on both sides of the ocean,
and the proprietors have shown a desire
to have the public generally acquainted
with it. A traveler who crossed the At
lantic last winter in the steamer on
which the first experiment was made
writes as follows: A New York bus
iness man, interested in the company
and interested with the management of
this first venture, was one of the pas
sengers. He not only made no “trade
secret, of the enterprise he was engaged
in, but took those of his fellow passen
gers who seemed interested in the sub
ject (myself among them) to the part of
the steamer where the refrigerator was
placed, opening the door and explained
every point in principle and practical
working as clearly as possible. The
principle is extremely simple, and it in
volves no chemical process or application
of any kind. To keep fresh meat sound
and sweet dur.ng the ten or twelve days
needed to cross the ocean it is necessary
merely to keep it dry and cool, whithout
freezing it. Tnis was the entire problem
before the inventor, and he has solved it
by purely meachanical means. The
meat being in one part of the refrigera
tor and the ice in another, a fan, worked
day and night by a small engine, keeps a
constant steam of air passing over the
meat and the ice alternately- This is
the whole process, and there is no
secret, back of it. Of course the air
from the ice keeps the meat cool, but
not as low as the freezing point. If in
passing through the meat chamber the
air takes up the slightest moisture this
is necessarily condensed iuto water as
soon as it reaches the ice again and it
flows away in runaways at the bottom
of the ice chamber when collected in
sufficint quantity.”
■
Mrs. L. G. Wasson writes, she says,
at great peril to herself, that the Geor
gia penitentiary convicts are lashed and
strained so that several have died.
Pierrepont sent the letter to Senator
Clayton, saying that it affects United
; States prisoners. The Senate Judiciary
Comir'ttee will investigate the matter.
Yol. IY.-No. 49.
DEEP PLOWING.
On the seventh of last May, says a
correspondent, we commenced plowing
eight acres of stalk ground for corn. We
plowed about two days, when we broke
the new point on the plow. Having but
one new point, and being unable to ob
tain any for several days, we put on an
old one. With the new point we plowed
about eight inches deep—at least two
inches deeper than the field had ever
been plowed before. the oil
point we could plow no deeper than the
field had been plowed. The corn rows
were marked out one way across the
strip of land that was plowed deep
When we came to husk the corn, we ob
tained ten bushels of sound ears for one
of the soft on this strip ; but on both
sides, on the shallow plowing, it was one
fourth soft. I think that during the
wet weather of July and August the deep
plowing furni bed better drainage, draw
ing off the water to a greater depth.
Too much water is as injurious to corn
as too little. Probably some oho who
believes in skimming the ground over,
three or four iuches deep can explain it
otherwise. We would be glad to hear
from them.
HOW HE BECAME A LAWYER.
A day or two ago, when a young
man entered a Detroit lawyer’s office to
study law, the Free Press says, the
practitioner sat down beside him and
said :
Now, see here, I have no time to
fool away, and if you don't pan out well
I won’t keep you here thirty days.
Do you want to make a good law
yer ?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, now listen. Be polite to old
people, because they bave cash. Be
good to the boys, because they are
growing up to a cash basis. Work in
with reporters and get puffs. Go to
church for the sake of example. Don't
fool any time away on poetry, and
don’t even look at a girl until you can
plead a case. If you can follow these
instructions you will succeed. If you
cannot, go and learn to be a doctor and
kill your best friends.”
POINTS IN COEN CULTURE.
A corn grower in the corn State of Il
linois makes the following points:
Ist. In the fall and winter the ground
should be plowed from eight to ten inch
es deep, but in the spring from four to
six inches is deep enough. It dooo not
pay to go down in search of anew farm
at that time of the year.
2. It does not pay to plow corn stalks
under in the spring unless the land is
wet or liable to bake.
3d. Corn, drilled one stalk in a hill,
does not grow so strong at first, and is
harder to keep clean than if planted two
or more together.
4th. Corn checked and plowed both
ways is injured more by storms and
drought than if drilled.
sth. Two stalks every two feet has
proved the best with me.
6th. Corn that is well harrowed and
then plowed twice will be cleaner and
grow better than if plowed three times
without being harrowed.
We should be pleased to hear the
views of our corn growing readers on
the cultivation of this important staple.
It will be useful to compare ideas and
methods of practice, and lessen the cost
of a bushel of corn if possible.
THE CENTENNIAL LEGION.
Gen. Fitzhugh Lee has been unani
mousiy elected field officer of the South
ern Battalion of the Centennial Legion.
This was intended as a mark of respect
to “Old Virginny,” through a son who
worthily bears on honored name identi
fied with the foundation of the Repub
lic.
The New England Battaliou has elect
ed General Burnside, of Rhode Island,
and the Middle States are in correspond
ence with the distinguished s fidier, Gen.
W. S- Hancock, as field officer. The
rank of these gentlemen in the Fourth
of July Continental parade will be de
cided by themselves.
The field, staff and aides de-camp of
the Legion will be arranged to repre
sent all the “Old Thirteen” States,
and will appear in full Centennial uni
form.
Girls talk and laugh about marriage
as though it was a jubilee, a gladsome
thing, a rose without a thorn. And so
it is if it is all right—if they go about
it as rational beings instead of merry
making children. It is a serious thing
to marry. It is a life business. There
fore, never do it in haste; never run
away to get married; never marry for
wealth or standing, or fine person, or
manners, but for character, for worth,
for the qualities of mind and heart
v/hich make an honorable man. Take
time; think long and well before you
! accept any proposal; consult your pa-
I rents, then some judicious friend, then
i your own judgment. Learn all that is
| possible for you to learn of your pro
posed husband. When all doubts have
been removed, and not till then, accept
him.
Nothing is calculated to make a young
man more deliberate than the spectacle
of seventeen pairs of striped stockings
hanging on the clothes line of a house
where there is one young lady in a
family.
i Kind words cost nothin?
The W Oman’s World.— Although they
may not be willing to acknowledge it,
the happiness of tho race depends to a
great extent upon woman. They regu
late tho Domestic life and upon it, more
than the great events that, fill the pages
of history, depend individual peace and
comfort. Probably few things have more
to do with the happiness of a household
than the presence and absence of that
exquisite tact which rounds the sharp
corners, and softens the asperities of dif
ferent characters, enabling people differ
ing most widely to live together in peace,
cheered by mutual good offices. The
possession of this quality is tho especial
characteristic, and it exercise one of tho
most delightful prerogatives of woman
hood. We may be willing to lose all, to
die, if need be, for those wo love, but if
we do not, from day to day, abstain fre m,
tho little unkind or thoughtless acts
which interfere with their comfort, we
shall utterly fail to make them happy,
and their hearts will inevitably escape
us. The heroic and magnificent acts of
life are few. To many but one, to most
none, comes in a life-time. Therefore in
fluence can only come through the right
performance of tho “trifles” which “make
the sum of human things.”
Paper for Preserving Meat.—Car
bolic acid paper, which is now used in
such large quantities in this country and
abroad for packing fresh meats, etc., for
the purpose of preserving them against
deterioration by atmospheric or other
influences, is made melting five parts
of stearine in’a gentle beat, and then stir
ring in thoroughly two parts of carbolic
acid, after which five parts of paraffine
in a melted form are added. The mass
thus prepared is then well stirred to
gether until it cools, after which it is
applied with a brush to tho paper, in
quires, in the sane manner as tho waxed
paper—so much used in Europe as a
wrapping material for various articles—
is treated.
His Wife. —He came from tlio coun
try seven years ago, and is now a well
to-do merchant. Last week ho wrote to
tho old folks, telling them ho had mar
ried a lady with a very fino voice and a
mezzo soprano of quits extraordinary
compass.” Yesterday ho received an
swer from the maternal side of the
house informing him that his lamented
aunt was afflicted with something of that
sort during her life, but had always
found relief in placing a mustard plaster
on the sole of each loot and drinking a
pint of catnip tea
♦ <T7> ♦
Washington specials continue to inti
mate that the evidence before the inves
tigating committees is damaging to tho
President. It may be more difficult to
make out a case against Grant, but there
is a growing conviction in the public
mind that, under the circumstances, the
guiltiest and most unscrupulous of tho
whole lot is the occupant of tho White
House. His position on tho salary ques
tion is at least evidence enough that he
is not tho man to consider his purse
trash nor the loss of a good name the
most serious impoverishment.
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PHAOTS AND PHANTASY.
A patient lot of men —the Job print
ers.
San Francisco has had 120 days of
rain.
It is now said that Grant’s friends are
as true as steal.
When are eyes not eyes ? When the
wind makes them water.
The higher classes —the “lore” clas
ses. The lower classes—the “hire”
classes.
“Dar ! nudder house insured,” said
an* old Atlanta darkey when the fire
bells rung.
Profanity and plug tobacco arc the
crutches on which many a boy walks to
a loafer’s gave.
The proverb says, Laugh and grow
fat.” What a saving of corn it would
be if pigs could laugh.
What does a young fellow look like
when gallanting his sweetheart through
a shower? A rainboau.
“Havo you heard my last song ?" ask
ed a music writer of a gruff critic. “I
hope so,” was the reply.
Congressman Hayeß, of Ala., is be
ing investigated for soiling a West Point
cadetship to a New Yorker.
According to the poet, “Morn awakes
the world,” but according to other
authorities, a baby with the colic does
it.
The Reveille says there is a gontlemaa
in Austin who is so noted for his re
served manners that nobody ever saw
him display any.
“It doesn’t take mo long to make up
my mind, I can tell you !” said a conceit
ed fop. “It’s always so where the stock
of material is small,” replied the young
lady.
Now when Senator Christiancy comes
home and slings his hat in a corner and
asks for his little “ootsey, tootsey, wifey,
pifey,” the nurse says, “shoo, don’t make
a noise; she’s teething.”
A hunter shot a wild turkney near
Nashville, the other day, and when ho
went to pick it up found lying near it a
half decayed pair of saddle bags, in
which were §36.000 in gold and bonds.
Butler, before the Committee on War
Expenditures, relieves smith from the
pledge of secrecy. Butler knew nothing.
He had carried on the investigation on
his private account for his own pur
poses. Had his suspicions, but nothing
tangible. He fhongbt it strange that
Pendleton should havo his fee cut up,
and the amount received by Mrs. Bow
ers should fit one of the parts. He left
the committee with the impression that
he knew something which they had not
the shrewdness to elicit.
