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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, OBDA.KTOWN, GA, OIUco In tho Court Uoubo, with Judge Brower.) practice in tho Superior Courts of Polk, unldlng, Uaraleoa and Donglae, atul In any other county in tho 8into, by apoclal contract; also In tho Federal (]»jrt ut Atlanta and in tho Supreme Codrt of Ga, Juno 30 dm jyjURDOOK MoBRIDE, *Y T T 0 R N E Y AT LAW, BUCHANAN, GA. 1ST Will practice in all tho Courts of tho Rome Circuit and adjoining counties. may 33-78-tf jgJ.ANOE & KING A T T 0 R Nias AT LA W, OBHARTOWN, GA. f3r*Wllt practice In all the Courts of tho Roma Circuit, in tho Supremo Court of the Stnte, and in tho»J. H. District Court for tho Northern District of Georgia. Nov, 11. 1871. T. W. MIfiNISR. J. W. HARRIS, Jn j^ILNER & HARRIS. ATTORNEYS AT LAW, OARTJ5R8VII.LE, GA. Omen on Main Street, next door to Gil- oath & Son. Mr. MUnor will attend tho Superior Court or Polk county regularly. March 3.1877-tr ^yiLLIAM M. SPARKS, Attorney & Counsellor at Law, CEDARTOWN, GA. Will practice In all tho courts of tho Rome Circuit and adjoining counties. novll, 1874 W. n. STRAIff N. P. & Ex. Oil'. J. P. Hools.ran.rt, O-o- 35^“ Collections solicited, uml money paid over punctually. JAS. D. EflLOW, J. P. CEDARTOWN, OA. JS?“ Otlice at tho Court llouso. All business entrusted in his hands will reoeivo prompt attention. Alaroh 1), 187<i-3m IOST AHL1E UED 1M 1B50. McGLURE’S Temple of Music. YVlIOLEHALEand Retail Agen- cy for tho Renowned Piimo Makers 1 , STEIN WAY, KNABE, DUNHAM, BACON & K Alt It and J. & C. FISHER. Oetobratod Organ of MASON & HAMLIN, Bur dett, Now lingknd Organ Co., and G A Prince & Co.’s Music Publlshors, Oliver Dltson, Win. A Pond & Co., Smith & Co., F A Morth & Co. BEST GUITARS. s u“ r “4 Umimo “ nd Also full lino or Small Musical Goods, Strings, etc. rpho orourlutor rospoctfully announces to tho eit- 11/uus <St Cedartown and vicinity, tlmt Ids facili ties enable him to offer extra indueemonts to pur- O u rro.|,o,ulcn M .oiaa u S j . A ^uUo K - 1 ,,«IMh u o 05, Union Stroot, Nashville Tonn. For tho Express. 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. John Lagomaraiuo, WHOLESALE oozwKryoTXOiiNrjEin., Foreign and Domestic Fruits, No 4, Whitehall Street, ATLANTA, GA. CYRUS HALL. TONSITORIAL PARLORS. (West end J. S. Noyes’ Waro Honso.) OHDARTOWN, G-A.. IST'Shaving, Shampooingand Hair Cutting done neatly, cheaply and oxpcdltlously. Give mo a call. Jan 81 tf JOE LASTI THOMPSON'S RESTAURANT A-KTU LADIES’ CAFE, JAMES' SANK BLOCK, ATLANTA, OA. 0X0 * OPEN DAY AND NIGHT. Accommodations for Families, and Meals at all Hours. 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