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VOL. XXIV. The Cartersrille Express, Established Twenty Years. RATES AlfD TERMS. SUBSCRIPTIONS. One copy one year *1 50 One copy six months '* 75 One copy three monttu 50 Payments invariably in advance. ADVERTBIINQ KATES. Advertisements will be inserted at the rates ot One Dollar per inch lor the first insertion, and Fifty Cents for each additional insertion. Address CORNELIUS WILLINGHAM. BARTOW COUNTY—OFFICIAL DIRECTORY. County Officers. Ordinary—J. A. Howard—Oflice, court lioase. Sheriff— A. M. Franklin, Deputy sheriff—John A. Gladden. Clerk ol Superior Court—F. M. Durham. Treasurer—Humphrey Cobb. Tax Collector—Hailey liurton. Tax Receiver—W. W. Ginn. Commissioners—J. H, Wikle, secretary lA. Knight; T.C Moore; A. A. Vincent ; T. C. Hawkins. ’ CITY OFFICERS-CARTERSVILLE. Mayor—John Anderson. Board el Aldermen-Martin Cillins, E. Payne, W. il. Harron, G. Harwell; J. Z. Me £“Atowta. T " <UT *" : *• c - li<l "'“ rJs - Clerk —George Cobb. Treasurer—Benjamin F. Mountcastle. Marshals--James D. Wilkerson, James ■Broughton. Client II DIMECTORY. Methodist—Rev. A. J. Jarrell, pastor. Preaching every Sunday at 11 o’clock a. m. and 0 o clock, p. m. Sunday school every Sunday at night* m * ri4^er meeting on Wednesday Presbyterian- -Rev. Theo. E. Smith, pastor. I reaching every Sunday at II o’clock, a. m. Sunday school every Sunday at 9 o’clock. Prayer meeting on Wednesday night. Baptist—Rev. K. B. Headen, pastor. Preach ing every Sunday at 11 o’clock, a. m., and 8 p. m. Sunday school every Sunday at 9 o'clock. Prayer meeting on Wednesday night. Episcopal— ll. K. Rees, Rector. Services oc casionally. SECRET SOCIETIES. A UICiHTS OF HONOR* ... ft VAKKffi ft Bartow Cos. Lodge, No. 148, meets every Ist and 3rd Monday night Curry’s Ilall, cast side ol the * TMp square, Cartersville, Ga. W. L. Kirkpatrick, J. B. Conyers, Reporter. Dictator American legion of honor, carters yille Council, No. 152, meets every second and lourth Monday nights in Curry’s hall. GBO. S. COBB, R. B. lIEAUDEN, Secretary. Commander. POST OFriCE DIRECTORY. Mails North open 7:30 a m 4;50 p m Mails South open 11:15 a m Cherokee R. R. open 6:oUpm Malls North close 10:20 a m 5:45 p m Mails South close. 9:45 am 8:30 pm Cnerokee R.R. close 9:30 an. Keck Mail, via Fairmount, leaves Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays at 6:00 am. Arrives Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays at6:oop m. Money order and Registered Letter Olfice open from 8:45 am to 5 p m. General Delivery open from 8 a m to 6 p in. Open on Sunday from 9:50 to 10:3U am. J. R. WIKLE, P. M. SOUTHWARD, STATIONS. No. 2. No. 4, No. 6. Chatta’ga. 2 55pm i 7 05am 6 45am Dalton, 420 ** 850 “ 1013 ** Kingston, 545“|10 20 “ 107 pm 5 20am Cartersv’e 6 11 “ 10 47 “ 2 02 ** 5 54 •* Marietta, 725“J11 52 “ 429 “ 726 “ CHEROKEE RAILROAD. ON AND AFTER Monday, October, 11, 1880, trains on this road will run daily, except Sunday, as follows: WESTWARD. STATIONS. NO. 1. NO. 3. Leave Cartersville, 10:00 a m 2:00 p m Arrive at Stdosboro 10:36 a m 2:49 pin “ Taylorsville... 10:57 a m 3:13 p m Lock mart 11:36 am 4:07 p m Cedartown .... 12:35 p m 5:30 p m EASTWARD. • STATIONS. NO. 2. NO. 4. Leave Cedartown 2:00 p m 6:40 a m Arrive at Rockmart 2:56 p m 8:09 a m “ Taylorsville... 3:34 pm 9:13 am •* Stiles boro 3:55 pm 9:40 am “ Cartersville.... 4:30 pm 10:35 pm WESTERN & ATLANTIC R. R. ON AND AFTER Jan. 30th, |lBBl, trains on this road will run as lollows: NORTHWARD. .. 4 n a- 11 lv ton* STATIONS. No. 1. No. 3, NO. 11. Ac<% Atlanta, 2 50pm 510 am 8 00am 4 15pm Marietta, 335 “ 557 “ 852 “ 526 “ Cartersv’e 436 “ 7 18“ 954 “ 6 51“ Kingston, 500 “ 748 “ 10 21 “ 722 “ Dalton, 628 “ 92 1 “ 12 15pm Chatta’ga. 81U “ 10 56 “ 146“ ROME RAILROAD COMPANY. On and after Monday, Nov. 17, trains on this Road will run as lollows: MORNING TRAIN—EVERYDAY. Leaves Rome 6-30 a m Arrives at Rome 10.00 a m EVENING TRAIN—SUNDAYS EXCEPTED. Leaves Rome 5:00 a m Arrives at Rome •• 8:00 p m Both trains will make connection at Kings ton with trains on the W. and A. Railroad, to and from Atlanta and points South. Eben Hillykb, Pres. Jas. A. Smith, G. P. Agt. TANARUS, W. MILNER. J. w. HARRIS, JR. HILUH A HARRIS. ATTORNEYS AT LAW, CARTERSVILLE. GA. Office on .Vest Main street, above Erwin. X7\V. FITE ATTORNEY AT LAW!, CARTERSVILLE, GA,, Office:—With Col. A. Johnson, West side public square. When not at olfice, can be found at olfice of Cartersville Expre.- s, Opera House. NATIONAL, HOTEL, DALTON, GA. J. Q. A. LEWIS, Proprietor. THE ONLY FIRST CLASS HOTEL IN THE City. Large, well ventilated rooms, splen did sample rooms for commercial travelers, polite waiters and excellent pure water. Rates moderate. sepl9tl ST. JAMES HOTEL., (CARTERSVILLE, GIA,) mHK UNDERSIGNED HAS RECENTLY X. taken charge of this elegant new hotel. It has been newly furnished and is first-class in all respects, SAMPLE ROOM FOR COMMERCIAL TRAVELERS. Favorable terms to traveling theatrical coin companies. L. C. HOSS,' Proprietor. The Cartersville Exp ress. THE ENOCH OF CALAVERAS. BRET HARTE “Well, dog my cats! Say, stranger, You must have traveled far! Just flood your lower level And light a fresh cigar. Don’t tell me! In this weather! , You hoofed it all the way-? Well, slice my liver lengthwise l Why, stranger, what’s to pay ? “Huntin’ yer wife, you tell me! Well, uow dog gone my skin ! She thought you dead and buried, And then bestowed her f!n Upon another fellow! Ju6t put it here, old pard ! Some fellow stiikes the soft things But you have hit it hard. “I’m right on to your feelin’s I know how it would be If my own 6hrub slopped over And got away from me. Say, stranger, that old sage heu, That’s cookin’ thar inside, Is warranted the finest wool, And justa square yard wide. “I wouldn’t hurt yer, pardner, But I tell you, no man Was ever blessed as I am With that old pelican. It’s goin’ on some two year Since she was j’ined to me, She was a widder prior, Her name was Sophy Lee— “ Good God! Old man, what’s happened? Her? She? Is that the one? That’s her? Your wife, you tell me? Now reach down for your gun. I never injured no man, And no man me, but squealed, And any one who takes her Must do it d—r-d well heeled! “Listen! Surely! Certainly I’ll let you look at her. Peek through the door, she’s in thar. 16 that your furnitur’ ? Speak, man ! Quick! You’re mistaken ! No! Yours! You recognize My wife, your wife, the same one ? The man who says so, lies! “Don’t mind what I say, pardner, I’m not much on the gush, But this thing come down on me Like fours upon a flush. If that’s your wife—hold—steady ! That bottle. Now my coat. She’ll think me dead as yon were. My pipe. Thar. I’m afloat. “But let me leave a message iiw , iell her il.. t Jied. No, no ; not that way, either. Just tell her that I cried. It don’t rain much. Now, pardner, Be to her what I’ve been, Or by the God that hates you, You’ll see me back again ! ” A withered and aged African, who announced himself as “Judge Thom as, of Cadady,” entered the office neai the ferry dock yesterday morn ing, and said he was collecting money to help the Soathern negroes emi grate to Liberia. “How many want to go?” asked the man at the desk. “Well, sah, I reckon on about 5.000.” “When do you intend to start them ?” “Airly in the spring, sah.” “How much have you collected thus far ?” “In de neyborhood ob sixty cents, as nigh as I kin reckon. “And if I should give you a nickel, that would be sixty-five cents?” “Yes, sah.” “Would sixty-five cents be of any great help toward sending 5,000 col ored people to Liberia?” “Well, sah, it wouldn’t go a great ways when you come right down to de ackshul expenses, but I reckon dat it would start a powerful thinkin’, it it was only handled right.” —Free Frees. AN EASY PLACE. Rev. Henry Ward Beecher some time since received a letter from a young man, who recommended him self very highly as being honest, and closed with the request, “Get me an easy situation, that honesty may be lewarded.” To which Mr. Beecher replied: “Don’t be an editor, if you would be ‘easy.’ Do not try the law. Avoid school keeping. Keep out of the pulpit. Let alone all ships, stores and shops and merchan dise. Abhor politics. Keep away from lawyers. Don’t practice medi cine. Be not a farmer nor a mechan ic; neither a soldier nor a sailor. Don’t think; don’t study. Don’t work. None of them are easy. O my honest friend, you are in a very bad world ! I know of but one real ‘easy place’ in it. That is the grave.” “I’m on the press,” said John Henry, as he folded his girl in one sweet embrace. “Well that is no reason why you should try to pi the form, she replied, as she re-arranged her tumbl and collar and pinned up her hair, which had become undone. CARTERSVILLE, GA., THURSDAY, MARCH 17, 1881. A COON HUNT Disturbs the Rest of Mrs. Arp. And Gives Her Distinguished Husband a Chance to Morale ize Upon the Morbid Cruelty of Little Boys and the Ex ceeding Sweetness of Little Girls. [Atlanta Constitution.] The boys said it was too wet to plow and they were going down to hunt rabbits, so I concluded to go along and tote the game. Mrs. Arp said she Knew we wouldn’t kill anything and we asked her if she would cook* all we brought home, and she said, “yes, and dress it too.” About the ttme we got started the two little chaps came up and begged me so sweetly to let them go I couldn’t refuse, and so there were six of us in all, and two guus and two dogs, and in about an hour we had jumped six rabbits, and killed five of them, and they were getting awful heavy, when suddenly one of the boys looked up in an elm tree that was in the middle of a canebrake and said, “I thought them things up there were squirrels’ nests, but Ido believe 1 saw one of ’em move.” We all stopped and looked, and sure enough it did move, aud the other one moved, and vfe knew they were coons. I never saw boys excited so quick. They called the dogs and made for the cane brake. The creek was to cross and no log in sight, so they just waded through and sur rounded the tree and held the dogs fast while one of the boys got ready to fire. By this time I was getting ready to be a boy again myself, and I pulled the little chaps through the cain till I found a log and got them across and was soon on the battle ground. Bang went a gun and down came a wounded coon, the biggest old fellow I ever saw, and I never saw such a fight in my life. He waseut iiurt much with the small shot and he did fight and growl and screech mostamazin.’ First one dog and then the other backed out WUU M uwm I*V> .uvu wv. ; _ t.ilu again until finally old Zip surren dered aud gave up the ghost. Bang went another gun and the other coon let go and fell into a fork and there he lay dead for about fifteen minutes, when one of the boys said he was going to have him anyhow. So he climbed the tree and when he had got about fifty feet up, the coon straightened up in the fork and looked savagely at him and gave a growl. I wish you could have seen that boy slide. He came down that tree like a fireman comes down a scaling ladder. He left his hat and right smart of his breeches on the bark and grape vines. Weil, of course they shot him again, and that tumbled him, and then we had an other fight, and the boys say they never had as much fun, and they feel sorry for your town boys who don’t have any sport and are penned up within brick walls, and the best they can do is to waste a few dollars on a French actress, and not know a word she said, and then go hoaie and say bully for Sara. Well, I shouldered the bigest coon, and I think he weighed about twenty pounds when he started, and aeout forty when I got home, and I laid him down suddenly in Mrs. Arp’s lap aud said “skin him and cook him if you please.” I oughtent to have done that. It was premature and not altogether calculated to promote our conjugal felicity. Mrs. Arp is a stately, deliberate woman, but I think she got up a little quicker than I had ever observed her. She thought it was a bear, or a hyena or catamount, and she screamed accor dingly. All that was last Monday and I think she has about recovered from it now, but if I were to kill a thousand coons 1 wouldent try that little joke again. It dident pay. I wonder what makes men and boys so cruel. My little girl was the only friends those poor coons had and I cannot tell what made me take pleasure in their death. Boys begiD early to show love of cruelty and de struction. They rock the birds and the cats and the chickens, and rob the bird’s nests, and then they hunt the rabbits and squirrels, and shoot all sorts of wild animals just for sport. There is an original sin about them that don’t belong to girls. Girls are lender jnd kind and sym pathetic. I reckon that is one rea son why we love ’em, but why they love us I don’t know. I knew a boy once who caught a wild tom cat in the barn and tied a plow line round his neck and lied the other end to a ring behind the saddle that was on the old mare hitched to the fence and then turned the o- and mare loose and pitched the cat on her back and she run herself to death in fifteen minutes, and the boys all laughed and hollered and enjoyed it splendid. That was mighty bad, but the boy married one of the sweetest*girls in the country and made a good hus band and a kind father. I reckon its the devil that i 8 in us for a while, add then he quits us and goes into somebody else or into some hogs or mad dogs or something. They say that every boy must sow his wild oats, though I have noticed that it takes some a heap longer than others to do it. They love a noise and a racket. They begin early to shoot fire crackers and little pistols and beat drums and tin pans and tie things to the dogs’ tails and make em fight and set em on the cats, and a nigger cant go along the road but what they whisper, sic him Cesar. When they get bigger they want to do something more heroic. They want some girl to fall in the creek so they can jump in and save her life, or they want some wild horses to run away with a carriage so they can jump to the rescue of the ladies and seize the furious animals and jerk em down just in the nick of time, or he wants to whip another boy because ho bucked up to his girl, andHvhat is curious about these boys the girls seem to like that sort the best. If I hadent fought a feller who insulted me, Idont believe Mrs. Arp would have surrendered. I dont. May be she would have took the other feller, and then what would have become of me aud my children ? It’s melancholly to think of. I’m sorry we killed them coons, for they dont do any harm to speak of, and they are lively varmints and enjoy life. The boys have got four coon skins now, and the girls have promised to make a rug out of them with a striped tail sticking out at every corner, and I’m going to put it down in Mrs. Arp’s corner for her on* f As v ali alonem&te*iLV ES&UIR;. Sue always comes around right when I show my rapentance, and I’m shore to show it sooner or later. Well, I suppoi-e the inauguration is over and we have got a president at last. Four years is a long time to do without one. I’m glad they made a big fuss over thesweanng in. Now, if Mr. Garfield is going to be king over all his objects and wants ’em to love him, just let him throw our share of the nubbins down this way. That’s all we want. Yours, Bill Arp. SMALL FARMS. [Montezuma Weekly.] What we want is small farms well cultivated. Thirty acres is a large crop for a horse at the north, while here we burden him down with fifty and even sixty acress. The result is the crops are half cultivated and al lowed to be choked by weeds and grass. Every weed and sprig of grass that grows in your field takes that much sustenance from the ground which is needed by the other plant. It is a mistaken idea that grass ploughed under helps to enrich the iand. As soon as a sprig of grass appears it ought to be destroyed in some way. It has a ready growth, and cau only be kept in subjection by going over it often. It you want to be successful in your farms, study farming. Learn what fertilizers are best adapted to your particular land. Have but a few acres to tach plow, that they can pe well attended to. We have passed by fields in Macon county often where the weeds and grass were more flourishing than the corn or cotton growing thereon. As long as this is kept up, our country will continue to grow poorer. Farmers, study this subject. You have the most honorable occupation of man, but don’t degrade It any longer by allowing the ‘tares’ to spring up and consume the bountiful harvest which God is willing to give you. A young man at Keene, N. H., licked on 200 postage stamps and went to bed with his tongue so swelled that he could not speak for a week. He wants the licker law amended. “What’s eggs this morning?” “Eggs, of course,” says the dealer. “Well,” says the customer, “I’m glad of it, for the last I bought of you were chickens. PINS. A correspondent of the New York Post thus describes pin-making: “The pin machine is one of the closest approaches that mechanics have made to the dexterity of the human hand. A small machine, about the height and size of a lady’s sewing machine, only stronger, stands before you. On the back side a light belt descends from the long shaft at the ceiling, that drives the machines ranged in rows on the floor. On the left side of our machine hangs on a peg a small reel of wire, that has been straighted by running through a compound system of small rollers. “The wire descends, and the end of it enters the machine. It pulls it in and bites it off by inches, in cessantly, one hundred and forty bites to the minute. Just as it sei zes each bite, a little hammer, \vith a concave face, hits the end of the wire three taps, and ‘upsets’ it to a head, while it grips it in a counter-sunk hole between its teeth. With an outward thrust of its tongue, it then lays the pin side ways in a little groove across the rim of a small wheel that slowly revolves just un der its nose. By the external pres sure of a stationary hoop these pins roll in their places as they are carried under two series of small files, three in each. These files grow finer to ward the end of the series. They lie at a slight inclination on the points of the pins, and by a series of cams, leavers and springs, are made to play ‘like lightning.’ Thus the pains are pointed and dropped in a little shower into a box.” “Twenty-eight pounds of pins is a day’s work for one of these jerking little automatons. Forty machines on this floor make five hundred and sixty pounds of pins daily. These are then polished. Two very intelli gent machines reject eve r y crooked pin, even the slightest irregularity of form being detected. “Another automaton assorts half a dozen lengths in so many different, boxes, all at once and uneringly, fhe~ contents 6? boxes' from various machines. Lastly, a perfect genius of a machine hangs the pin by the head in an inclined platform, through as many ‘slots’ as there are pins in a row on the papers. These slots con verge into the exact space, spanning the length of a row. Under them runs the strip of pin paper. A hand like part of the machine catches one pin from each of the sJots as its fills and by one movement sticks them all through two corrugated ridgP3 in the paper, from which they are to be picked by taper fingers in boudours, aDd all sorts of human circumstan ces. Thus you have its genesis. WHAT A BOY KNOWS ABOUT GIRLS. Girls are the most uuaccountablest things in the world—-except woman. Like the wicked flea, when you have them they ain’t there. I can cypher clean over the improper transactions, and the teacher says I do first rate; but I can’t cipher out a girl, proper or improper, and you can’t either. The only rule in the arithmetic that hits their cases is the doable rule of thre # e; O golly, they can’t stand that. They are as full of Old Nick as their skins can hold, and they would die if they could not torment someb dy. When they try to be mean they are as mean as pusly, though they aint as mean as they let 00, except some times, and they are a good deal meaner. The only way to get along with a girl when she comes to you with her nonsense is to give her tat for tat, and that will flummux her, and when you get a girl flummuxed she is as nice as a pin. A girl can sow more wild oats in a week than a boy can in forty years, but girls get their wild oats sowed after a while, which boys never do, and they set tle down as calm and as placid as a mud-puddle. But I like the girls first rate, and I guess all the boys do. I don’t care how many tricks they play on me—and they don’t care ei their. The hoitytoityest girl in the world can always boil over like a glass af soda. By and by they get into the traces with somebody they like, and pull as steady as old stage stage horse. That is the beauty of them. So let them waive, I say; they will pay or them some day, sowing on buttons and trying to make a man out of the fellow they have sliced to, and ten chances to one if they don’t get the worst of it. O, I wouldn’t be a girl for anything— I cried six months before I was born, for fear I would be a gal, and I haven’t quite gotten over it. I’m a boy. FOR THE FAIR SEX. FASHION NOTES. Bottle green is very fashionable. Pockets are rarely seen on dresses at present. Spiked braid sundowns will super sede all rough straws. Roman striped crape gauzes are biougbt rut for trimming bonnets. Gold lace, silver lace, and steel lace are used on spring bonnets. New basques simulate the Jersey in perfection of fit and plainness of effect. Shaded satin 9 de Lyons for mill!- nery purposes take the name of od"- bre silks. The belt with bag to match suv. pended therefrom has superseded every other pocket. Spring dolmans are square cut in the back, of medium length, and have large elbow sleeves. Italian lace-braid hats and bonnets will be more fashionable than £n* glish straws and chips. Skirts are very narrow, but the draperies superimposed thereon are voluminous and elaborate. Summer plush, on which silk pile is thrown up, takes the place of the heavy plush worn on winter bonnets. The hat destined to take the place of the rough-and-ready straws of last season is of unsplit wheat straw woven into a spiked braid. A novel fancy is to trim white cashmere, Chudda cloth, or nun’s veiling with bands of gauze plush, either white, red, rose blue, or lilac. Long two-pronged combs, with a vandyked, jewelled top, will take the place of the long hair pins of shell, silver, and gold which decora* ted many winter bonnets. House petticoats are of pale blue or rose or ecru satin de Lpon, quilted with cotton, and sometimes lightly fur lined. Outdoor petticoats are made in the same way, but of darker satin de Lyon or black. New metallic laces have colored threads run into the mesh to fill the figures; the threads match the new colors of the ombre satins brought New UCt A | mv. • a narrow hem hem-stitched ail around them, and have clusters of colored blocks hem-stitched in each end for ornament; a bit of needle work is in the centre of each block. Long-stemmed b oquefs of rose bud* for the corsage are shaded from pink to damask red, or else cream to deep yellow. Anew material for ball dresses is organdie muslins, printed in colored flowers, with gold and silver lines, dots and dashes. These dresses are particularly effective when of black or white organdie thus figured, and made up in satin to match in color, illuminated with gold or silver braid, spangles, and frfnee. WHAT SWEARING WONT DO. It won’t pick you up when you fall. It won’t light your cigar when your last match goes out. It won’t mend a lamp chimney when you let it drop. It won’t change 1880 at tho top of your letter into 1881. It won’t make your corn stop aching when some one steps on it. It won’t keep the nails in your boots from running into your feet. It won’t shake off the shovelful of snow that was landed on you from some roof. It won’t make a train come back for you when you are one minute and thirty seconds late. It won’t ease your shins any, or make your wife stop laughing, when you fall down with a bucket of coal. It won’t make the lamp-post apol ogize when it runs against you at night. A STRANGE POTATOE. Yesterday a young friend of ours, who is head clerk in the up->town grocery, told of a very strange occur-* rence in the potato line. He says that a few days ago he purcnased a lot of sweet potatoes, and noticing one of unusual size, he decided that he would have it baked for his own tooth. It was washed and trimmed in the usual manner and placed over a fire to be cooked. Nothing pecu liar had been noticed up to this time, but when it had been prepared for eating, he broke it open, and horri ble! on the inside was a rat’s nest containing four young rats. This may seem incredible, but our young friend will, no doubt, become offend ed at the first man who doubts the iruth —Columbus times NO. 11.