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The Cedartown Express.
By Jbo. W. Radley.
Official Organ of Polk and Haralson Counties.
Subscription $2 Per Annum.
VOLUME IV.
CEDARTOWN, GA., THURSDAY, SEPTEMBERS, 1878.
NUMBER 43.
PROFESSIONAL
M. TIDWELL.
A TT 0 It K E Y AT LAW,
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A WORD OF CHEEK.
“All boro?’’ tho anxious father cries,
And scans each frightened then
Turned, in mute terror, to tho dames
That wrap their dwelling place.
“All here?” he asks, the mothor wakes
From her deep swoon to And
nor infant son, oh! torturing thought,
Sleeping, was loft behind,
“What Hoi” tho chief shouts “ladders up
Though tierce tho dnmos, and wild,
Some gallant soul will bravo tholr wrath
To save tlmt precious child.”
Up, up a gallant droinuu springs,
Rut. Lo! lie mueUglvo back—
A dory wall of scorching flamo
Flashes across tho track.
And, as ho stood, there came a voice
Up from the gazing throng,
“Tho man will fall—the child will die,
Good puopiu, cheer him on.”
Tlsdono, from every lip below
Rises a deafening cheer—
A hurst of tondrr sympathy
Falls on the Fireman’s ear.
He turns again, and through tho flume
I.uaps, with a purpose true,
And soon, while yet they cheer bolow-,
Po ro-apponrs to view
Boa ingaloft tho frightened babe,
Ho Is safe again, and boi
Forgets its sore ularmi
Cradled upon
And
ed in li
Our upward path is rough and steep,
And oft the rugged truck
Is so begirt with smoke and dames,
Tho tired heurt gives hack.
Than always lend a helping hand,
If your own heart lie strong,
And if you pass a fainting soul
Iu pity cheer him on.
Nellie Dare’s love.
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March 144m
E. Cleveland,
Fashionable Tailor!
CEDARTOWN, OA.
It was u Murch morning, and yet
the sky was as blue as in June. Man
fred Lowth stood on Wilson’s hill,
looking down upon the city. It
gleamed white and beautiful from
the plains, and the hills, green with
their covering of pine forests, rose
Btill and stately beyond. .The ‘‘dull
gray meadows” within sight hud
peaks of snow upon them, find the
breeze brought the atmosphere of
silow from the mountains, though
the sunshine felt so bright.
Maufred Lowth stood with his
arms folded across his breast, and
his tall, powerful figure outlined
against the still sky. As he stood
thus, still uud resolute in his soli
tude, with his absorbed, masterful
eyes, and a face of Spartan firrauess,
he looked every inch a king. It was
his thirty-fifth birthday. There may
have been something sad iu the
thought to him; for he was utterly
alone in life, and the circumstances
which give a sense of airy freedom ut
thirty bring a feeling of desolation at
sixty. Possibly Manfred Lowth
thought of this as he hailod his
birthday morn, and thought how
much of his life was goue. Not that
there was any sign of advancing age
in his vigorous figure and abundant
dark hair. As he suddenly placed
one hand upon the stouo wall before
him and leaped lightly over, he dis
played a vigorous agility of exceeding
gracej and his step, as he walked
down the hill, had the buoyancy of
youth and hope. If his thoughts
hud been grave, they were so no lon
ger. Ho went down tho hill whis
tling cheerily.
There was a long road of yellow
clay stretching before him to the
city, with patches of bare scrub oak
at either side. Iu one place the road
went over a slight elevation, at the
commencement of which the space
beyond was concealed by the hill;
and just here Manfred Lowth ceased
whistling, and began searching his
pockets eagerly. He laughed merri
ly as he brought forth from the
breast pocket of his inuer coat a lit
tle worsted mitten. This is how he
came by it.
The morning before he had b°en
going over that very hill, but not
whistling as then. Reaching the top,
he looked down upon a little figure
seated upon a stone by a lonely road
side, where hardly a house was iu
sight. It was a perfect picture. The
girl wore a crimson merino and a
pretty snowy hood, which was push
ed back from her rose of a face, over
the sweet, low forehead, off which
little tresses of golden hair were
blowing in the mild March wind.
She was altogether too intensely oc
cupied to put back her hair—curious-
lv occupied, too. She had pulled
her stocking and shoe from her left
foot, and was intently examining the
the small sole of the white worsted
stocking, while, the little bare, snowy
foot rested unnoticed on the frozen
ground.
Manfred Lowth recognized Nellie
Dare, and thought she must be erm
zy. What in tho world was tho child
doing?
Suddenly a quick smile fllushad
over Nellie’s face, her check dimpled,
she tossed back her hair, aud looked
up and saw the watcher on the hill.
The stocking was turned and put on
in a flash, the little boot put on
(Manfred Lowth was sure is was on**
ly half put on, by the tracks it made
in the snow near by), and Nellie
Dare sprung into the cross-road and
hurried out of sight. Arriving at
the place, Lowth picked up tho little
white mitten. He put two lingers
into it—walked on, looking at it and
smiling—and thou Nellie had looked
so pretty aud frightened. But why
had she uncovered her foot and ex
amined her stocking by tho roadside?
Surely there were no thorns or this
tles about at that time of the year.
When ho camo to the cross road
by the pines he hesitated and finally
struck into it. Then he put the mit
ten back into his pocket, buttoned
up his coat, and walked faster.
Nellie Dare’s home was on the Au
burn road, a little white cottage,
with bare lilac and rose vines cling
ing about it—tho loveliest place
around iu the summer time. Now,
there was a face prettier than any
rose at one of tho parlor* windows,
and Manfred. Lowth looked up and
bowed to it.
Nellie’s fresh young blood flooded
her heart as she caught sight of tho
face which personified all her girlish
ideal dreams. She dropped her book
and rose trembling as Manfred Lowth
entered the room. He looked with
laughing eyes at the prettiest Hush
ing face as ho took her hands.
‘Miss Nellie, I have called out of
the purest curiosity, to know why
you hifcvo tulto»> to tho fuslliou of tho
chickadeedeea and go barefoot in the
snowy weather?” he said, after a mo
ment.
‘0, Mr. Lowth 1’
‘Well, Nellie!’
‘1 was trying a trick.’
Mr. Lowth looked mystified.
‘That of the first robin,’ said Nel
lie, very much ashamed to show her
childishness to her companion, yet
half amused at Lowth’s expression
‘Did you expect to find him in
your stocking?’
‘No. Oh, Mr. Lowth, didn’t you
over hear tho old saying
‘Well, Nellie?’
‘That when you heard the first
robin of spring, if you had pulled the
stocking from your left foot you
would find on the inside of the
solo—’
‘What?’
‘A hair like that of the person you
are going to marry!’
‘You ridiculous child!’
Nellie’s face was burning hot at
her foolishness, but she could not
help laughing at Lowth’s evident ap
preciation of it, and his thorough as
tonishment.
‘Nellie, I’ll buy you a rattle the
next time I go to town.’
Nellie pouted.
‘Well, did yeu find the hair?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Was it mine?’ tossing back the
loose masses of dark brown huir.
A little quivering smile spoiled
Nellie’s pout.
‘The rest is a secret.’
‘Then you don’t intend to tell
whose the hair was like?’
‘No, I shall not tell.’
‘May I guess?’
‘I can’t help your guessing, sir.’
Was it like Ned Howland’s am
brosial locks, Little Dignity?’
‘I haven’t promised to tell you if
you guess.’
‘So you haven’t. Thou I shall uot
waste my time guessing. But tell me
one thing.’
‘What is that?’
‘If you have faith in the trick.’
‘Utter faith,’ Nellie said, smiling
and shaking her head.
‘Then I wish—I do wish that the
hair may be like mine.’
Manfred Lowth spoke with no
raillery; yet he hardly knew why he
spoke as he did. There was a mo
ment of swift thought in both their
minds.
Manfred Lowth had committed
himself—as an honorable man he
had committed himself. He had no
right to say such a thing in such a
So he stood half condemned, looking
down at Nellie’s sweet, agitated face.
She was lovely. As he knew her,
she was a sweet, innocent, affection
ate girl; but the thought of murrying
her uover entered his head until that
moment. Ilia ideal was older and
graver, as one to understand him
thoroughly must have been. He fan
cied a face of more power, deeper eyes,
and a strong effect; but ho read
aright tho eyes and lips before him,
their meaning was very sweet and
thrilling.
Nelliejblushed with distress under
his eyes. He seal died her face reso
lutely. Such a face had pursued him
once, when ho was a mere boy, and
loved with his passionuto first love,
lie dropped her bunds at last, and
sapped hack.
Are you going to school this siun-
r?’ he asked, plucking a dry leaf
from the geranium on the window
sill.
‘Yes. A graduate in July.’
‘Oh, yes; l had forgotten. And in
July comes your birthday?’
‘Yes; I am eighteen in July.’
She was womanly for her age, af
ter all. If he could only be sure
that she was not as light hearted as
she was fair! But tlmt pretty way of
tossing back her curls was Bessie
Bradford’s own. lie did not wish lo
be fooled twice by the same style.
So he chatted about the school exhi
bition, the closing of the library, and
the military review iu -April, and fi
nally took his leave
‘Ho thinks me only a child, aud I
love him so,’ sho murmured, sobbin,
bitterly. ‘1 bate my baby face! And
he always finds me doing some child
ish tiling. 1 wish I were dead!’
She cried herself nearly ill, hut
escaped undetected to her room when
her brother came in. The next day
Blie heard that Manfred Lowth had
gone to New York.
The Spring woro on. Nellie Dare
grew pale and grave. Nellie was
surely studying too hard. Sho could
never bear the excitement of tho ex
hibition. So Nellie was taken almost
by force from school and sent to Nu-
huut.
Nahant’s sea breeze had no effect.
Nellie’s chaperon, Mrs. Betram, of
Boston, recommended tonics aud
bathing, drives aud flirting, and did
her best to have her prescriptons car
ried into eflect; but Nellie endured
everything listlessly, and finally beg
ged, in answer to her aunt’s expostu
lations, to be left entirely alone.
Sho would be better so. Mrs. Be
tram gave up iu despair, aud Nellie
read and dreamed in solitude, or sat
idly on the rocks, watching the sea.
Tho wild wind browned her face and
blew very faint roses in her cheeks;
but days and weeks crept by while
Mrs. Betram bemoaned that Nellie
never would bo like other girls.
One morning a fishing party came
to the hotel. They were entered upou
the books as ‘Manfred Lowth, of
Bostou,’ and ‘Edward Howland, of
Manchester, New Hampshire.’ etc.
“Nellie, my dear, do hurry; Mr.
Lowth is here from Boston, the
finest man. Well off, well connec
ted, gentlemanly and of excellent
character. You can never oxpect to
to make a brilliant match, having
no expectations yourself; I consider
this just the thing for you. Now,
Nellie, if you will only nave your
wits about you, instead of being so
indifferent about everything, I shall
be thankful. Why, there is no an
swering what that pretty face of
yours might do, if you would only
see your chances! Terry Holmes de
clares you the prettiest girl here,
aud his father is a millionaire. Just
think of.it, Nellie!”
Nellie, strangely pale, with her
back to her aunt, turned Macassar
on her handkerchief, saying, chok-
ingly:
“What Mr. Lowth, auntie?”
“Manfred Lowth. He is a ship
per from Boston. Belongs in my
set.”
Nellie found another handkerchief,
gave a defiant glance at her pale taco
in the mirror, aud turned to her
aunt.
“I am ready.”
They went down to the dining
room and took their places side by
side. Exactly opposite Nellie sat
Manfred Lowth, mixing lobster salad
[ and chatting softly and gayly with
Nellie’s right hand sat Ned Howland,
her old beau from Manchester.
Lowth looked up and bowed to
her, She returned the salutation,
then turned to Ned Howland.
Perhaps for an hour she flirted—
never afterwards. After dinner sho
went to her room, bathed her head,
which ached terribly, then joined
her aunt in the parlor. There was
Manfred Lowth, who stood at her
side a moment and exchanged a few
words with her, then sauntered away,
But Ned Howland bent over her
chair all tho afternoon. At uight
she went to hod feverish and ill.
A week passed. Nellie became
aware that Ned Howland loved her.
IIo was a good hearted, good looking,
hut rather effemiuute young man}
handsome and very winning howev
er, and a year before Nellie might
have loved him; but, truly loving
Lowth as sho did, the thing was im
possible. She finally told him frank
ly and kindly, that she did not love
him.
They woresittiug alone on the
rocks at twilight.
“You used to like mo, Nellie,”
said Howland, his lips growing pale
under bis pretty mustache,
“I like you now, Ned.
“But I think you used to love mo—
a little, Nellie.”
She clasped iicr hands nervously.
“That was not love, Ned; oh! it
was nothing like level Don’t talk t<
mo any more, please. I am sorry
you aro grieved, but I can’t help it.
blameDon’t me, and he kind to mo.
I have my own troubles to bear.”
He got up aud went down the
jcks. She did not know whother
he was offended or not, and suffering
from a keen sense of her sorrow, she
hardly cared. Sue knew he would
be iu love with some ouef else within
*rrck. J
There were bitter tears m her eyes
as she looked over the scecn. Sud
denly u firm hand was laid on her
shoulder,
“Nellie, how do you know so well
what love is?’
Sho turned her head and looked
into Manfred Lowth’s grave face.
“Because 1 have reason to know,’
she answered, passionately.
“Nellie, Nellie,’ he said, ‘I love
you. Will you answer mo as you
did Ned Howland?’
“No.’
“Why?’
“Because I love you.’
She was in a passion of tears, sob
bing as if her heart was broken.
“Nellie, little pot, what aro you
crying in this way for?’
“All this time—’she began.
“All this time,’ he interrupted, ‘I
have been waiting to see if you real
ly loved me. I left you aud you did
not forget me, but lost roses and tur
ned pale when wo met. Your words
to Nod Howland, which I have over
heard, proved what a true hearted
girl you are, and if I promise to de
vote the rest of my life to your hap
piness will you forgive me for caus
ing you this pain?’
Nellie expressed her forgiveness
very concisely and sweetly, and Mrs.
Bertram’s heart was made glad by
the announcement of her niece’s en
gagement to Maufred Lowth.
I think it was on her wedding day
that Nellie showed Manfred Lowth
a shining curl of brown hair, care
fully preserved, which she had
found iu her stocking that March
morning, and it was very much
like Mr. Lowth’s own.
So much for the sigu of the first
robin.
tone unless he meant what he said* Mrs. Vernon, of Now York. At
The .Sound of His Footsteps.
Evening in the homo of the wid
ow. How peaceful and lovely the
scene. Her day’s labor ia ended, her
homely round of domestic duties per
formed} and sho needs but one thing
to complete her happiness, and for
that sho is waiting, With a smile up
on her placid face. It is the coming
of her son; her earthly all. her joy
and blessing.
Ilia duties tak« him from her by
day, but at the “witching hour” of
twilight ho comes to her, and she has
learned Lo love this hour tho best for
sake. She has taken her stand upon
the little porch that she may the
sooner catch the sound of his foot
steps, her thoughts are in the past,
she well remembers the awful grief
that well-nigh crushed her to the
earth when her idolized husband was
taken from her. Sho recalls those
dark days of her curly widow-hood,
before she had learned to say “Thy
will do done.” Sho remembers too
that in those dark days one little hud
of hope bloomed in her heart an iu-
fant face, so like tho one hid by the
collin lid, lay on her Borrowing bo
som. For italic lived and still lives,
and now her mind goes out info the
future, she sees him loved and revered
by all a strong anchor, on which she
may lean, when age steals upon her.
But hark! he is coming, that free and
bounding step how the mother’s
heart returns voiceless thanks to God
for this great blessing. “My darling”
she whispers to herself, as lie opens
tin gate with merry greetings, aud
uplifts his radiant face to her for her
evening kiss shaking the bright locks
back from his white brow.
Evening again. By tho window
where the green vine clusters, filling
the air with its perfume, the maiden
ia flitting waiting for tho 'ooming of
her loved one. Her eyes have a spar
kle caught from the stars which
smile down upon her. Her cheek
luia the hue of health, aud o/cr her
perfect lips Hit a dreamy smile.
Love’s young dream. Our hearts
are overawed as we think of it. In
that bright land no clouds dim the
glorious sun. Not a noxious plant
springs beneath the feet, no mutter**
ing thunder appalls tho heart, not a
sound in the soft air but the voice of
affection. She is thinkingof her lov
ed one. The widow’s son. So hand
some he is euvied by his mates, so
kiud and gentle, he is loved by all,
so talented that he has already made
a name in the world; aud her heart
swells with gratitude and pride, for
to her lias been given the priceless
boon of his love. She looks out up
on the night, her soul is overpowered
by she knows not what, she would
fain pierce the veil of futurity, but
she ia mortal, strong only in the
power of her love. Hist! there is a
sound on tho night air, all else is
forgotten, ’tia the step she loves, she
would know that step among a tram
pling host. He is coming, her bo
som heaves, and the warm blood dyes
her love-lit face. Nearer, and nour-
er, that step upd£. tho walk so full of
strength and vigor and firmness, so
buoyant, so proud. He passes
through the gate, over tho threshold,
is in her presence, and we leave them
bathed in the mellow rays of the
moon, aud happy iu their mutual
love.
Once more,
“Tho day with its aaadaln dipped in dow,
Has passed through tho evening's golden gates,
And a single star, in tho cloudluss blue,
For tho rising moon, in sllonco waits.”
And now tho wife is waiting for her
husband.
The lamp sheds a soft glow over
tho room, and tho evening meal is
ready upou the table, liy the heartii
Bits the widow, for hor home is with
her son. Time has laid his hand
upon hor, touched with silver her
once jetty looks, and left his print
upon her patieut face, we hear of a
patience born of despair, and hers
seems of that kiud, bo hopeless is her
look. But tho wife looks out upou
the night und listens. Upon her
once bright check there is a shadow,
and her eyes have tho look of eyes
that shed tears, yet weknuwtnaterni-
ty brings cares and the smiling babe
lies in his oradlo, Suddenly she
hears a sound and presses her hand
upon her almost bursting heart. He
„„ is ooming, as he comes nightly, reel-
Boggs says the times are so dull . , . . ... , ...
that it is difficult for him to collecting, staggering, stumbling, falling, n
his ideas. groan bursts from the poor mother,
and tear* stream down the wasted
cheek of his neglected wife. God pity
the hearts that love him be3t. He is
their all, and he is fallen, fallen, fall
en from his high estate. Not a ray
of hope shines through the stygian
darkness of that home where he lies
in drunken stupor, muttering maud*
lin curses upon the head of her who,
before men and angels, he promised
to love and cherish. Oh God we cry
from our full hearts, remove this.evil
far from our midst. Aji.knroc.
Kcoltatloii-Itoom Echoes.
“What emperor succeeded Maxi*
milian?’
“Charles W
“Are you sure of that?*
“Not entirely, Sir. I did not sec
him crowned.*
“What Is a sidertal clock?’
“Oh, well, it is a clock that ought
to be correct, but it ain’t.’
“Is copper wire, then, simple or
complex in its structure?’
“Complex, Sir.*
“Indoed! Of what is it composed?*
“Usually of copper and—and—*
wire, Sir?’
“What is physical science?’
“Physical science, Sir, ia a phe»
nomenou.’
“How do you define specific gruvi*
ty?’
“I call it a mere conventional
term, professor.’
“Well, how would you describe a
line?’
“A lino is a lino between two
points; or, rather, I should day a lino
is a streak.’
“If you had this glass globe full
of gas, how would you find out its
composition?’
“I think I would ask you, Sir.’
Which one of Milton’s poems ia
mentioned here?”
I think, Sir, (after a long pause),
1 can tell you if you will pronoucc
the name.*
“Iu whoso reign was Anselm Arch*
bishop of Canterbury?’
“In the time of John II*’
“What is an orbit?’
“An orbit—an orbit, Sir, is a kiud
of heavenly body.’
“What are conic sections?’
“Prime verticals, triangles, and
cube roots.’
“What is a crystal?’
“Well, Sir, it is sometimes put oil
the face of a watch to keep the dirt
out.’
“What course of treatment would
you adopt in a case of slow poison
ing?’
“Get rid of it as soon as possible.’
“What do you (a student who had
not been giving attention) think of
this matter?’
“Just the same us the lust man.
Sir.*
“What wus that?*
“Don’t know, Sir.’
After Thirty Years.
Among the marriage notices iu a re
cent issue of the Savaunah (Teun.)
Transcript is the following. It tells
how two sundered hearts were uni
ted after many years:
“At the residence of Mr. Lafayette
Gallons, by the Rev. J. T. White,
Mr. Thomas Whit to Mrs. Rutha
Polk.
“These parties were engaged to
each other more thau thirty years
ago, and each married to other par
ties and raised large families. Death
removed the barriers, aud now they
have fulfilled their former engage,
mont.
“We should always fill our engage
ments.”
Indians und the E lipse.
The Philadelphia Inquirer furnish
es the following extract from a letter
received by ex-Muyor Fox, from a
relative resident at Fort Sill, Indian
Territory:
On Monday last we were permit
ted to see tho eclipse of the sun in a
beautiful bright sky. Not a cloud
was visible. We had made ample
preparations, laying ia a stock of
smoked glass several days in udvance.
It was the grandest sight I ever be
held, but it frightened the Indians
badly. Some of them throw them
selves upon their knees and iu yoked
the Divine blessing; others fllung
thomsalves flat on the ground face
downward; others cried aud yelled in
frantic excitement and terror. Fi
nally one old fellow stepped from the
door of his lodge, pistol in hand, and
fixing his eyes on tho darkened sun,
mumbled a few upiptelligible words,
and raising his arm, took direct aim
at the luminary, fired off his pistol,
aud after throwing his arms about
his head iu u series ot extraordinary
gesticulations, retreated to his own
quarters. As chance would have it,
that very instant was the conclusion
of totality. The Indians beheld the
glorious orb of day once more peep
forth, and it wus unanimously voted
that the timely discharge of that pia-
tol%Vu3 the only thing that drove
away the shadow and saved them
from the great public inconvenience
that would have certaiuly resulted
from the entire extinction of the