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HAIR & BON, on the South side of jPublio Square at Harvey <t Stoiy’s old stand, where yon will find a complete stock of all kinds of GOODS n:,ua)Jy kept in a store ei'her in country or city, which bavo been bought especially to race ho "Wants of tho people of Marion county. below You will find enumerated some of the articles we keep constantly on hand, which we will sell at a very small advanco on COST Our stock consists in part of Staple and Fancy Dry Goods, Boots, Shoes flats Ready made Clothing, Yankee Notions, .Saddles, Bridles, Hardware, Family andl-ancy Groceries Christmas Tricks in great variety, &o At M. Hair & Son’s A. M. BRANNON, 135 Broad Street, Columbus, Ga. The old and well-known 111® tasi ittse* A. H. Bxaaaon, Froprietozj Which has been dispensing medicine for the many ills of mankind for theflast twenty years “ a “ I am Prepared now toOltei SITS tlian ever Before. Very Respectfully, decßc3m * A, M. BEAN NOW. HUBS Fill. Ml. J. W.SHEFHELD & CO AMEEICTJS. GA. * Have one of The Largest and Most Complete Stocks in Georgia, Consisting in part of Nails. Axes, Iron ,Steel, Plows, Chains, Pope, TTames, Bridles, Saddles, Hoes, Spades, Bolts, Shovels, Bakes, Forks, Guns, Pistols, Hinges & Butts, Cutlery, Tools, Looks, Glass, Paints, Putty, Oils, Varnishes, Doors. Sash, Bliuds, Cook & Bleating Stoves, Holloware, Woodware, Tinware, Grain cradles, Straw cutters, Corn sel ers, wagon & buggy materia], and such other goods as are usually kept in Southern Hard ware stores,—all of which we buy from Manufacturers and First Hands for Cash tifiii nm n TOiEtasmiL mt us & mw D0t15 . 7w J W Sheffield & Cos, X 0. ANDREWS & CO,. Wholesale and Retail Dealers in Staple and Fanetj Gnomes, LIQUORS, TOBACCO, BACON, BAGGING, ROPE TIES, &C, m. MW ea doß'3m JBSrSpecial iducements to Country Merchants. Atoms' KHaltotj, AMERICUS GA TO THE CITIZENS OF nLENA VISTA & SURROUNDING COUNTRY HAVING purchased and refitted the Photographic Gallery in Al/ERICDS, I am prepared to execute every style of Picture in the best manner, and at moderate prices. SMALL PICTURE,S copied and enlarged to any desired size. A visit to his Gal lery and patronage respectfully solicited. C W. MINNIS Amerieus, Ga., December 15-3 m w __ Photographer. THE BUENA VISTA ARG US A- M. C- EUS32LL, Proprietor. VOLUME 11. -A. DEMOCRATIC IF-A-IfcAl NEWSPAPER. BUENA VISTA, MARION COUNTY, GA., FEBRUARY 28, .877, END OF A FUED, -OR What was Aceomp ished by Coolness and lira very. In a certain quarter of Kentucky, noted for family fueds, there lived, some years ago, a young man named Martin Hazen. The Hazens hud been through many years at enmity with a family named Morgan, by a member of which Martin’s own fa ther had been killed in a desperate encounter, while he was yet a child. Martin was now the only male mem ber of the family left, and he had grown up to manhood on the old homestead, under the careful guardi anship and teaching of his widowed mother. She had not taught him the lesson of hatred. She had told him of his impetuous father’s death—that she hoped to see no more tragedies—and admonished him, although he might never like the Morgans, to cherish no thought of revenge. The Morgans were four in number —Henry t desperate and revengeful man, by whose hand old Mr. Hazen had fallen; his two sons, James and Ephraim, much like him, and his daughter Esther, who was not like him, but who, with a lovely face, pos sessed the sweet and gentle nature of her mother, whom sorrow had years before hurried to the grave. The two families live.d in the same community. Martin and Esther fre quently met—in the village, at church and at ocial parties, and not withstanding the feud that had cast a shadow on both homes, they loved each other, and to the abounded rage of Henry Morgan, andhissons> who hated Martin for his father’s sake, they deliberately went anti got married, Esther and Martin well knew that she must not dare to visit her old home again after that, so she went with him to the house of the Ilazens, and they did not see any of the Mor gan’s for mouth i. liut Martin was warned that lie was in danger, and he knew the Mor gans too well to doubt it. While he desired to bve in peace with them, he determined not to fall as his father had fallen, if he could help it. Like most people in that section, and at that time, he went armed when away from home, and being one of that class of persons scarcely susceptible of lear ho was one of the best shots with a ritlle or pistol in that commu nity. One evenng in autumn, just at dusk, a few months after the mar riage, he was riding home from the *i luge on a spirited horse, when the Morgans suddenly came into his mind. He thought over the strange history of the two families, and be gan talking to himself as he rode lei surely along: “How unfortunate —how foolish it is,” ho mused, “that this enmity should exist through whole genera tions, merely because remote ances tors quarrelled over a line of fence, or the ownership of a truant pig 1 They hate sac, I do not fear them; yet I’d like to be reconciled. I think I shall see them and talk it all over. I believe I could reason them into fair ness. How to approach them though.—” He was then riding by a little grove ol timber, from which three men sprang into the road. One grasped his bridle rein, while two stood with riffles leveled upon him. It was not yet so dark but that he recognized his assailants. They were tho Morgans. It was Ephraim who held his bridle rein, while his father and James menaced him with their rifles. “Oh, Paz-n 1” said the old man. with an air of triumph, “we’ve got you I You won’t see the sun lise to morrow, you independent young dog! You’ll be with your father before that. What’s more, you’ll steal no more daughters of mine ! Don't of fer to roach for that shooter 1" he said, as Martin's hand moved toward bis breast pocket. “At best, you've but a minute to live, while I tell you I am going to shoot you, and bow glad I am to wipe out the last Hazen but none of your tricks, or you won't live a sccoud!” Martin Hazen, sitting in the saddle with tile calmness of the tall trees by the roadside—that looked in Ihe gathering darkness like grim spec tres frowning upon (lie terrible scene—felt that it was no time to rea son with his enemies, and he dismiss ed the thought. He waited, motion less, for Henry Morgan to speak again, for he knew that the revenge ful man would love to gloat over him before destroying him, and that his sons would wait his command. Hen. ry Morgan, with ride still levelled, went on : “Yes, young Hazen, the last o f your race—” Ruick as a flash, Martin snathceJ bis revolver from his pocket, and dropping his face upon his horse’s mane, to confuse the aim of Henry and James Morgan, he fired at Ephraim, who fell to the earth, and the horse, startled by the crack of the revolver at his ear, dashed away at full speed. Almost simultaneously, Henry Mor gan fired at Martin’s head, missing ban, and a moment later, James, much confused by the sudden turn of affairs, fired almost at random, and the bullet pierced cart in’s left thigh. He had not gno far before tie discovered (hat the shet had bro ken tho bone, aud ho began to suifot such excruciating p uu that oniy the dang r which lie k:n.-w was still bo hind him and bis realization of how important it was to icaeh home pre vented him from reeling from his saddle in a swoon. He succeeded in reaching home to be met at the gate by his mother, who told him that during his ab scence Esther had been forcibly car ried away by her father and brothers. Martin fell rather than dismounted from his horse, dragged himself into the lawn, and with the words, “The Morgans have shot me 1” fell fainting upon the grass. Mrs Hazen hurried to a neighbor’s house for assistance. A surgeon was summoned. Martin was carried in and laid upon a bed. He revived, and his wound a tended to, with ap pliances of splints and bandages, and the good doctor finally left him that night in great pain, with the consol ing remark that he would keep his bed for a good three months, at least. For many days several armed friends of Martin Hazen remained constantly at the house, to defend him from a possible attack of the Morgans. He began to recover from his wound, but his anxiety for Esther tormented him day and night. He feared they might murder her, but his friends assured him that they would not dare do that, that she was, probably, merely kept at her old home under strict surveil ance, and that in due time she should be rescued by some process or other. It was ascertained, meantime, that Ephraim Morgan was not killed by Annual Subscription, $2,03 NUMBER 21 the bullet from Martin’s r< volver on the night of the attempted assassina tion, that tho missile had only plow ed its way tlr.ough the scalp of his cranium, producing a shock that had merely stunued for half an hour. Finally when Martin was able to get out of bed and sit in a chair for a few minutes at a time, the Morgans not having made their appearance, the friendly neighbors left, and Martin was alone with Mrs. Hazen. It was the very next night after the vigil ceased that the door sud denly flew open and she burst into the room occupied by Esther. It was a room on the ground floor, properly a sitting room, but a bed had been placed in it temporarily for the wounded young m in. “Esther 1” Martin exclaimed joy fully. She ran to his bedside, kissed him, then said excitedly: “Oh, Martin, they are preparing to come to-nmht to kill you 1 I over heard their plans, and I escaped by jumping from the window of a room they had locked me in. They don’t know it.” “Let us hasten for aid 1” said Mrs. Hazeu, who came in from an adjourn ing room at that moment. “It is too late ! They may be here in a few minutes. We must carry Martin out of the house. Oh Heav ens!’* she exclaimed trembling from head to loot; “I hear their horses’ hoofs now; they are not a hundred yards away.” “Be calm,” sa'ul Martin, “I will tell you what to do, and do it quick ly. Mother, you and Esther help me, and I wi'l get out and lie under the bed. Then arrange the nillow under the covers so they may think lam lying in the bed. then both of you get into the next room They wdl probably rush in and fire, and I will crawl out with my revolver. Here it is. Then they with their empty rifles will bo at nry mercy. Now leave the candle burning" on the mantle. When I rap three times on the wall, come in.” These instructions were obeyed and as the two women withdrew Esther said : “You won’t kill them if you can help it ?” “No, I promise you that. Quick, now, I hear them !’ The women withdrew and had just Closed the door behind them, when the front door flew open and the door flew open and the Morgans rushed in. “Ha! ha 1” exclaimed the old man. “Give him no charnce this time.” Instantly the report of three rifles rang out, and the ballets perforated the bed clothes and the pillows, and the Morgans rushed to the bedsidp to see it their victim was dead, while bits of plastering, loosened by the concussion, rained down from the ceiling. Martin, although it caused him con siderable pain noiselessly dragged himself out at the toot of the bed which stood in a corner of the room, and placed himself in a low chair near the dool, and just as he had at tained this favorable situation the Morgans discovered the trick that had Leen played them, and found themselves confronted with a large revolvef in the hauds of a very cool aud brave man. “Henry Morgan,” said Martin, “yon and your sons are at my mercy. Don’t move. You know how I han dle this revolver. Move but a hair’s breadth, any one of you aud I fire to kill. . guemt A’ista gtv.mus. TO COIIItESPONDEN Is. The Editor solicits ehort, mVss-rU *>t < "i --mnnicalione, front all tertian* of the country on .Agricultural Political. Literary and AJtmsiia neons topics -alto original Poems. Essays, l• - ographieal Sketches, Descriptions Critfgues, ' ami Short Stories, lie also solic. ts natOdnl* gt Accidents, fncidenle, Marriage* It nth* and ail' Interesting Occurrences Itapje - n in th / ' / unit section. All articles intend ■/t'<rpuldi a' , on‘ shou/tl be closely stiulietl, earef ' / it ■d / ■ /v uriU eu, and only on one Side of tin shot. The Editor reserves the right to reject any or all articles submitt and to him. They stood transfixed. They were not cowards, but they did not possess the cool moral courage of Martin, and the surprise to which they h -d been treated complete!) unmii them. To complete their c utiuion, Martin gave the signal, ad Mrs. Ha ze n and Esther came in. “Why, girl,’ exclaimed Henry Morgan, “How in tlie “Not a word," interrupted Marlin, sternly. “I will do tho tuiki ig now. There arc chairs near yon, sit down, do you hear?” and he pointed the re volver at each one in turn, with such rapidity that hi soem to covered all at cnee. “Mr. Morgan” Martin proceeding, “I have all your lives in my hand. Our families hare been at enmity for generations—God knows for what. You certainly have no reason to hate me. I have never harmed you. I have only offended you by marrying Esther. This should rather have made us good friends. You killed my father and have twice tried to murder me. Now I have you in my power, but I am not going to kill you. I am willing to forget and forgive the past. Although you are a re vengeful man, Henry Morgan, I be lieve you have a generous nature. Now, attend ; “H after this you try to harm me, I will not spare you, but if you will reconcile, take my hand and say so, I will trust you, for I know that you and your sons are men who will not lie. Will you do it, or will you depart with the same old ha tred in your hearts?” Henry Morgan had been sitting with downcast eyes, bis empty riffle poised upon one knee. He had trem bled at first, apparently with sup pressed rage, but now his better na ture seemed to possess him, and af ter a moment of thoughtful silence he arose, loft his riffle standing against the wall, walked across the room, took Martin by the hand, and said : “Hazen, you make mo ashamed of myself There’s my hand. Let’s tor "et and forgive all round. Hereafter you arc my friend and son-in-law. The younger Morgans, catching the same true spirit, shook hands with Martin and between tho brave youth and these rongh man there was a re conciliation that was earnest and abiding. They had tried to murder him, now they would have killed a dozen men to deiend him. Martin tos cd his revolver upon the bed for he knew lie could safely do so. Rough men as the Morgans had been all their lives, there was truth m them—Martin knew it. Aud the fued between the Morgans and the Ilazens was at an end forever and ever. How to Put Children to Bed. Not with a reproof for any of that day's sins of omission or commission. Take any other time than bed-time for that. If you ever heard a little creature sighing or sobbing in its sleep, you could never do this. Seal their closing eyelids with kisses and • blessing. The time will come all too soon when they will lay their heads upon their pillows lacking both. Let. them, then, at least have this sweet memory of a happy childhood, of which no future sorrow or trouble can rob them. Give them their rosy youth. Nor need this involve wild license. The judicious parent will not so mistake my meaning. If you have ever met tho man or woman whose eyes have suddenly filled when a little child has cropt trustiugly to a mother’s breast you mar see one in whose childhood’s home dignity and severity stood where lore and pity should have been. Too much indulgence have ruined thousands of children; too much love, not one. A young lady at a party recently, asked a gentleman if he would take her for eighteen. No, he replied, but I would take you for life.