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wire '.tores nil of which we buy from Manufacturers and First Hands for Cash
mmi so? as' saisasouh nm ns a mi
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a Wholesale and Retail Dealers in
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HAVING purchased and refitted the Photographic Gallery in AJiERIOTJS, I am
prepared to execute every stylo of Picture in the best manner, and at moderate
prices. SMALL PICTURED copied and enlarged to any desired size. A visit to his Gal
lery and patronage respectfully solicited. C- W- W!!NNJS
Americus, Ga,, December 15-3 m Photographer.
TUB BUENA VISTA ARGUS
A. 31. C. RUSSELL, Proprietor.
VOLUME 11.
DEMOCRATIC NEWSPAPER.
BUENA VISTA, MARION COUNTY, QA., MARCH, 7, *877,
Ifaetaj.
Please Take it Back.
Y'ou kissed luo at the gate last night,
And mother heard the ‘•smack"
Sue says it’s naughty to do so,
Ko please lake it hack.
I cannot see what harm there is
Iu such a thing, can you?
lint mother seems so very wroth
l’lease take it back, now do!
It seems to mo quite natural
For lips to meet that way,
Hat mother says it’s very wrong,
No take it L> ,ck, I pray.
And come to think of it, I’m sure,
That seveial times ’twas done
So now to make it right be sure,
To take back every one,
I would not have you think it's nie,
I do not care a mite,
But mother’s so particular,
I’iease take them back to night.
Under the Star-
BY THE AUTHOR OF ‘JOHN HALIFAX, OF.NTLF.MEn’
0 youth, rose-crown, yet full of strife,
Craving uneomprelumded joys,
Hearing the desperate fight of life
But as a far-off pleasant noise.
Come, ere on thy bold way thou start,
While not a cloud thy future mars,
And stiil lliat wildly beating heart
Undcr'lhe star.
O heavy time of brows discrowned,
And hanging hands, and feeble knees,
With piteous pale ghost haunted round,
And longings for impossible ease;
Nay, beat no more like wounded birds
Against late’s iron prison's bars;
When all sounds cease, (rod’s voice is heard
Under the stars.
0 stormy prime, ko beautiful,
With fierce delight, ecstatic pain ;
spending auu being spent; no hi 1 ;
No rest ; no count of loss or gain :
lire with tired feet thou come to tread
The bloodstained fields’oYeudod wars,
Pause -bow the gl Ties of thy head
Under the stars.
Soon, soou will come tlio supreme hour,
When like a painted show life scans,
Or presume of remembered flower,
Or dear dead faces seen in dreams,
Clasp hands beneath the silent night
That hushes all these moral jars ;
God, thou alone art love—and Light—
Beyond the stars,
HEROISM OP THE PLAINS.
The Last Mission of a Gallant Young
Pony Eider.
There was an excited crowd gath
ered about the pony express station
at McPherson’s. The western-bound
ridcr*l,ad arrived with a bullet in his
leg, and reported that the pawnees
were idf their res rvation and were
advancing on the settlement. He
had met them between the last sta
tion and McPherson, and they had
given chase. McPherson’s could
boast of but seventy-five souls at
that time, before the railroad came,
and there were but forty men capa
ble of defending the place. What
ever was to be done iiad to bo done
quickly. Fort Grattan was eighty
miles northwest, and a rider was dis
patched in haste. Fort Kearney was
seventy miles southeast, and who
would summon aid front there? It
was a dangerous untaking. The
route lay right through the hostile
country, and the messenger would
bo almost to meet the Indians. The
pony-riders ns a general thing, were
tearless men, but this proposition
was fraught with so much danger
that they were loth to undertake it.
‘-Ef Slade was only here!” ciied
an old man, “ther’d be no hesitation
while wimen an’ children was in dan
ger.”
“I’ll go!” and a bright eyed, fear
less looking young fellow stepped
forth.
“Good !” said ti e old man, press
jug his hand; “old .1 in Johnson aez
so! Oid Jim Johnson! You bear
toe! There’s more sense in Essex’s
euzeba than the bull lot of you. Pick
you boss, boy, and ride for your life.
See, there’s Nelly lookin’ at you.
For her sake, Wiilie, ef no one’s else.
Thirty-five helpless wimen and chil
dren, think of it! Ride your best,
an’ when you git to the station you
may git a relief. Post ’em there, and
when you git to the fort tell the com
mander to semi on some calvary as
soon as possible. Fetch the Kojers,
an’ we’ll Send the reds to Caiiforny 1
Nely Johnson’s yourn as soon as you
git back.NGoud-bye, boy, and God
speed ye.”
There was a spring, a rush ot hoofs
and the ride to Kearney was begun.
Right gallantly the horse sprain?
away at his ri lors bidding, and the
eyes of Nelly Johnson kept upon
them until horse and rider tided
away from upon the horizon.
Love was one incentive for the po
ny rider’s mission, the desite to save
the people of McPherson’s from a
bloodyj death, was the other. Did
man Over risk life in a better cause ?
Onward swept' tliCj little horse, her
flying heels throwing up a cloud of
dust wl-ich Lovcred iu the air for
hundreds of yards behind her. To
the 1- ft of them glided The still wa
ters of the Platte, and on the right
stretch!* the boundless gncn'oMhc
prairie. The rider sat firm as a rock
his dahn less face looking [strait
ahead and wearing unfair which
seemed to say it was all for the sake
of Nelly Johnson.
You may talk ef' the, Mamelukes,
the Tartar horsemen, the savage
Bedouins and all the wild riders, bat
what arc they to compare with our
American pony-riders —men who
were ftarlcssjund braved .every dan
ger, who ran the ii. k of Site
iu every mile they dashed over, men
who were expected to go fifty miles
at top speed in daylight or dark,
rain or shine, hot or cold? Rut the
railroad has done away with the po
ny rider, and wo hear uo more of
such exploits as that of the renown
ed Jimmy Moore.
Onward swept the brave little
horse, and at last the station came
iu view. A minute more and the
horse and rider were at the door.
No relay was there to meet them.
Not a sign of life was to be seen, but
there were hoot tracks on the ground
in every direction showing that the
relief had fled. Giving the horse a
driuk, the rider mounted, and again
they were on their way to Kearney.
Further ou they camo upon a large
odject iu the center of the trail. It
was the western bound stage with
horses gone, the driver between the
forewheels with a bullet in his head,
the passengers lying about the road,
and the conductor in the boot wouti
ed unto death. One horrified look
a.pause and taster sped the horse.
Mile after mile is left behind, station
after s atioir is past, and no relief.
Will they ever get to Kearney ?
On the prairie to the right ot them
upp ar a host of mounted men. They
aie die pets of the peace commission
on their aunual maraud. Turning
with a triumphant yell, they speed
to head tire rider off. Narrower
grows the space between them, and
the gallant horse redoubles his exer
tions. In the van ot the savages
rides a tall chief, mounted upon a
powerful horse, his plumes streaming
in the wind as he urges the noble an
imal he bestrides, Young Essex can
escape if he turns Lack, but no 1 The
sweet (ace of Nelly Johnson, and the
Annual Subscription, $2,0-
NUMBER 22
.shrinking toijns of defenseless little
ones come before hi-Yview, and dash
ing the perspiration from his brow,
the pursued dashes onward. But a
few miles more and succor is af
hand I
Nearer comes the pursuers. Now
ride, young Essex, for it is three
-cote lives to one 1 Speed, brave lit
tle horse, strain muscle and nerve
aud heart, for your work will be well
(lone! Ride, young Essex, for cv
ery-thing is at stake.y Onward rush
ed the horse, the hoofs beating time
to the short quick breaths. The
gup closes 1 -.Twang! JJA sharp pain
in the side, and the rider reeled in
the saddle, but for an instant only.
Bending low in the saddle, the whip
is raised Jor the first time, and faster
llew the horse.
And now the greenjramparts and
stockaded gates of Fort Kearney
emne in view. The battled savages
turned and”set out ' rapidly" up the
trail, while the fanning riderjchecks
the faltering steps of his dying horse,
One last look at the waving sea of
green, and they enter llie gates
thrown open to receive them.
Iu the center of the parade stands
a group of men about a horse and
rider. The horse is down now, and
from his nostrils gushes the life-cur
rent, and besides him lies the rider.
Young Essex raised his head from
the arm whicli supported it, and
said :
“Pawnees off their reservation,
McFuersou’s station’s cleaned out—
help—quick,! My love to Nelly
Johnson—”
Ami, giasping the reins with .stif
fening clutch, the barbed shaft eat
ing out his soul, lie sank upon the
pony’s neck.
Their brave hearts had ceased to !
beat.— Pollers American Monthly.
AN HONEST MAN.
Macon [ Tolegra rh : Uncle Bart
Hutching-, of Jones county, says he
is not a Diogenes, and he never went
about in the broad sunshine, with his
lamp trimmed and burning, looking
for an honest man. Still he thinks
he lias found that rara avis and lo
cates him in California. The circum
stances are as follows : In 1850 Mr.
Hutchings went to California, which
was then the El Dorado of the West.
He took with him a neighbor of his,
Lorn Jone, paying all expenses, with
the understand that the man was
to work out the amount after the two
reached California. Owing to one
circumstanco and another tire man
never succeeded in working out the
debt-, and when Mr. Hutching start
ed for homo his friend owed him
about SIOO. That was rnoro than a
quarter of a century ago, and Mr. 11.
heard nothing from his debtor until
last October, when he received from
him a money order for SSO. In No
vember he received an order lor a
similar amount, aud ill December re
ceived another, and the man assures
him that lie shall have like sums un
til the entire debt shall have been
discharged. This is certainly an un
usual occurrence, and one that is cal
culated to open the eyes of the degen
erate race among which we live and
move and do our swindling. It shows
that there is still some honesty left
if one has to go to California to find
it.
A Chicago girl writes to the school
authorities of that city to say that she
“hed bin outen imploymint fur a yore,
and wud teech fur $lO a munth and bord
round.”
It takes a groat many quills to make
,one goose, butwa know a man who has
made a goose of himself with one quill.
She •§* %tn
BBBTO qp KMSP OXLiENTS\
The Editor solicits short, mil-written (,'nnl
munications, from all sections of the country, on
Agricultural, Political. Literary and Miscella
neous topics—also original Poems, Essays. Iti
ogrvphical Sketches, Descriptions. GrtUqucs,
and Short Stories. Me also solicits accounts of
Accidents, Incidents, Marriages, Deaths and all
Interesting Occurrences happening in the county
and section. Alt articles intendedfor publication
should be closely studied, carefully ami legibh
writ ten, and only on one sale of the sheet. T h
EiiHor reserues the right to reject any or all
articles uubinittid tv him.
The Fact* in the Cate.
We were quidly seated in our chaw
—the only one in our sanctum—with
our slender legs thrown languidly upon
the table. We were siUntly conjuring
np a heavy editorial upon the H gh
Jomtnisoion, and was in no humor to be
distuibed. 'I lie door opened ami a man
asked to see the proprietor. We were
pointed out by the devil as the unfortu
nate vvie'ch, and the man took a seat on
the table. While he fumbled iu bis
pocket, we were wondering what we
owed for, and how long since we traded
with him, but failed to remember the
individual.
“My name is Jinks, and I represent
Jones & A town’s Commercial agency.
I woukl be glad to have you give me
some information touching your business
that we may be able to give your tiun a
place on our books.”
“All right, sir,” we replied, “any in
formation in our possession is at r your
disposal.”
“What is your firm name ?”
“Smith & Cos. ”
“Who is the ‘Co.’”
“Myself."
“Who is iS'miih 1”
“I am.”
"Don’t understand."
“Nothing simpler; the firm is compos
ed of myself and I.”
“Satisfactory, but rather indefinite.
What is your business?”
“Occupation; Editor; Business, to
starve.”
“Row much capital invested?"
“Two dollars in postage, a hungry
stomach and a slim prospect."
“Your income per week."
“Twenty cents every Sunday from the
newsboys, board bill every day, miscel
laneous bills every hour, and distress
'variants every Lw minutes.”
“How do you staud in the communi
ty ?”
“Six foot, wlien we have socks, a little
less whan we haven't, principally we
haven’t.”
“Who are your references ?”
“Our subscribers."
“llow much property do you own ?”
“One pair of knock-kneed scissors,
two worn-ort pencils, one lot of old pa
pers, one pair of pants, one Ben Hill hat
(contributed by Lewis Clarke) half box
of matches, one alarm candle, one paste-,
pot, one lot of borrowed type and a
lump of hard coal.”
Then die gentleman from the com
mercial agency took his leave, wonder
ing why we should roll in such wealth,
and be so unknown.— Bridges Smith’s
Paper.
Detroit Free Press
Uncle Jim’* Phrenology.
A good old colored man named Uu
cle Jim Ilill set himself up the other day
as a phrenologist, and a Woodward av
enue barber was his first subject. 110
placed the barber on a chair, felt of bis
hc-ad for a long time, and then remark
ed :
“William you is too sanguine. When
vou lend money, you expect it back.
You are billious. You wan’l to be hon
est, but you hasn’t the necessary charac
ter; you isn’t hopeful; you is bowed
down with grief most of de time; you
has de worst feet on Kentucky street;
you is do right sort of a tellow to wheel
coal down bill for big wages.”
William rose up, pitched Undo Jim
over tho stove and under the bed, and
split a pannel of the door as he went
out. The aged phrenologist was at the
city ball, last evening, to get advice
from the police, and whin advised to go
out of the trade or profession, as the case
may be, he replied :
“Seems like I shall have too, for I’m
getting too aged to be frowu over cook
stoves.
There is no tyranny more intolerable
than a conscience unrestrained by love.
Like an ill-loaded gun, it recoils at the
b"eech and kills at the muzzle.
A young buck of the soap-lock order
aecosted a Yankee as follows: I say,
fellow, some say I am a Frenchman, and
some take motor an Etalycan, now what
do vou think I am ? I think you sre
a confounded fool, replied Jonathan.
Sam, said oife little urchin to anothsr
does your school master ever give you
any rewajjjs of merits? I s'pose he
does, was the reply, he gives me a
thrashing a day and says 1 merit two.
A Yankee down-east newspaper says,
'Without intending to be personal, we
feel bouud to decare that if our post
master would resign, many timid per
sons would feel safer about their mon
ey letters,