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T r M " -r—5 t ^T7 { T 7 " T5* Advertising Rates. ! Ons wim\re one insertion 91 00; eadh snb- tiequeut Insertion 60 cents. Opt oolnmn,one year.. 9100.00 One column, tlx months. ,,.,60 00 One column, three months .,86 00 I Half column, one year 6000 Half oolnmn, six months 80 00 Half column, three months 80 00 Quarter oolnmn, one year 80 00 Quarter oolumn, six months 80 00 Quarter column, throe months........ 12 00 Communications of a poj artdos written in a lv< claims of aspirants fur Announcement ef Cam THE BUTLER " VT. N. BUNNS) ElUttt SuBsoiurnoN Fbioh 91.60, Feb annum. TUESDAY, JULY 31th., 1877 80 00 By Wto. N. BEHN8, Proprietor. A NEWSPAPER DEVOTED TO INDUSTRY .Nr DIVILIZATION tjll.JSO a Year BUTLER, GEORGIA. TUUSIIAY, JULY lllth. 1877. WHOLE NUHBEB 11. 2><D8Vm7. The Separation. md me does the work, and Msoro, and sells it, and gets money. ; A ■ , growing interested in this small history. I proceeded with my questions. -> is your name?’ But mostly they calls op-oorn.’ 'Well, tip)n, Little fop-corn,’ have you Here, at lost, rhad touched some sensitive chord in tlie erilail heart. The sweet mouth trembling a little and she replied in a trembling voice:’ ST MBS. M. A. BIDDSB. How different It tnisht kave been, It wo whose lie. are liven, Tbotte holy bond. Ibnt were joined, And Mated before high heaven— How different bad we both reeolvcd, - At wedlock, earlv start. Before ihe olowle arete thick and tut, To each one utir part I HE. Had I bat scattered brighteet flowere. To make her pathway aweet» Had I bat plucked the smallest thorn, That »’en might pierc. hei foot— Had 1 bat thrown my pride away A ad wooed herback again. Where someelv fault out bearte estrange, How bleat we might have been I hue. Had I hat soothed hie brow of core, And Waned th« frowns away, Nor raladod ever,! parish word That he to me might nay Had I bat done my dnty well, It noticed no thing to mitw, To moke tlih joy in life complete, How bright had been our blitts I MB. Had I bat loved and oheriehod her, Moot tended? throngh life. And made her friend ana counselor. - . A«.wit|He d.rlli« wife He’d I lorboarrfitmrned. for here And the dear phlldfen « sake, Of wind aweet f 'imfoita pence and love kltgat we thl. dnv partake I * SHE. Had I bat lived within nnr menne, Nor elohed for ooetl.v dreaa, abowand vanity ... jn of bapplneea I— . mt loved 'my haaband more, j And theen one girla and boys, And made name and faltUfol wife, ! How blight llle'a closing joje I my iatlier is. My mother is sick ini' me an' Jimmie can'tern much mousy selling corn. Please don't forget to uusvyer an.' tel me whor he is. I looked up, suliling, and said: 'But, Little Pop-corn, you haven’t told him who you 'are, nor what your name is, nor anything about yourself. Now write that down here in this corner. Site took the paper and wrote silently for a few muments, then handed it luck .with this added, away off in one corner; 1 am Maggie. Borne cull me •Yes, sir. But father wentjj, itt | e Pop-corn. Ji m is ten. I away and left ns seven years ago, when I was a baby, aud now moth er's siok—and me and Jimmy—we has to'-—here the voice hesitated, aud the tears caiue iuto the iuuu-J ma y g„, if an answer comes, I ' SELECTIONS. Little Pop-Corn, A TRUE STORY. •Please, sir, buy some pop-corn?’ It was a snowy, blustering day in January, and I sat at my office desk writing, when » smalt voice accosted me with the above re quest. 'Not this morning,’ I replied rather gruffly, and without glanc ing up. ‘Come, Jimmy, we must go He won’t buy any,’ I heard the small voice say in a whisper. This time there was something sadly old in the childish tones They touch, my ear and heart to gether,.and I turned quickly. Before me was the figure of a little girl,. perhaps eight years old, poorly clad, and hesido her a boy—her brother, as I afterward learned—a little older than her self. She carried a small basket of puffy, whitecorn. There was such a iook of innocence in her big gray eyes that I was fairly con- oup and twp for five cents?* * '"irjRfe ■f eoide- um ate. ‘Veiy well,’ said I, suppressing a second smile. ‘Now tell me where’to send it, and then you cent eyes. ‘But, iny child, haven’t you heard anythtug from him for seven whole years?’ *0, yes. Last year a man came and told mother how that father worked in his mill once, and then fell sick, and he told Mr. Hudson that he was coming home as soon as ever he got well again. But that was almost a year ago, and he isn’t come yet.’ Do you know whero this Mr. Hudson lives, Maggie?' Mother knows,' was the quiet answer. Very well. Find out'from your mother where he lives, and write him a letter and ask about your father, without letting her know it.’ ‘I can’t write. I—only—print,’ waB the hesitating reply. Just as well,’ said I. ‘Do that.’ ‘But I haven’t got any paper, or pen, or ink.’ 1 supplied these deficiencies, and then touK her round to all the neighboring offices, until site hail disposed ot all her coru, and both small hands were full of pennies. How many are there?’ said I. ‘Lay them down aud I’ll count. Fifteen and five are twenty, and ten are thirty, aud three are thirty- three. ’ She looked a moment, half in bewilderment, half in delight, then said : ‘Is it so, Jim?’ He nodded, and she grasped his brown hand, gleefully. ‘Why, Jimmie, it’s more’u w’eve made in two dayssomot-imesl Let’s buy an orange for mother!’ Thou, remembering my presence she straightway grew old and dig nified again, and gravely said; Thank you, sir,’ and walked awuy, hugging her precious ink and paper. Several days passed, and I began to believe I had seen the last of Maggie. Indeed, in the press of business, I had almost forgotten the child’s existence; when one morning my office ^Hoor opened very softly, and she’stood before me. I saw that she was somewhat embarrassed, so J- went busily on with my wriffpg. She walked eiowly aoross tGe floor and stood at my side’a moment in perfect Then a paper was laid Where do you •How much is your pop-dorp my child?’ I asked. The pretty mouth dimpled with pleasure as she ifeplied: ‘Two cents a cup, sir,’and two oups for five tents.’ I smiled at this odd reckoning and said: «Oh, you are ijiistakeni ^ You mean, I guess three cents a 0 n niy desk, rather 'grimly, to be sure, and a good deal the worse for any foldings. 1 said nothing, hut opened the paper; und’ read in letters of all sizes, from a half-inch to a microscopic print.and leaning will sund for you, live?’ She gave the desired informa tion and left me with the same grave little bow. I added a page or two to Little Pop-corn’s letter, explained who she was nnd told the unknown Mr. Hudson that he would be repaid for taking the trouble of replying to the child's letter, if ouly he could see the bright, hopeful face with which the letter was sent. Again the matter escaped my miud, ami us 1 came iu one morn ing and looking over my mail, I win for a moment surprised <0 see a letter directed to ‘Miss Maggie Lee,' in a round, business hand. I sent (or the child us soon as possible, nnd she came. I put the letter into her hands and told her to read it. With earger, tremb- liug liuste she opened the covering, sod then a quick look of disap pointment came into her face us she Haiti, handing it to me: 1 can’t read writing, sir. Please read it to me.’ The letter was brief and manly. The gen tleman's heart hud been touched by the childish appeal, -and he promised to do ail in his power to aid Maggie’s search. The letter closed:. Good-buy, my little girl, and God bless voul If John Hudson can 4° anything to make you hap py; bo sure he will do it.’ In an inclosure to me he earnest ly assured. me of his deep iuterest in both father and ohild, and add ed that he had already advertised for newB of the missing man Several weeks passed by, during which time, through storm, and cold, and snow, Little Pop-oorn failed, not to come every morning with’her basket of white treasures. 'One morning riiy door opened as usual, and thinking it was Mag gie on her daily rounds. I did not even rajs my eyes from my work, until'aglad little voice said, iu a triumphant tone: ‘He's come, sir, he’s cornel* TJjed I Glanced up. A man of middle stature and age stood before me, with drooping head and down- east eyes and an evident Iookof shame in. his whole bearing. -, But suddenly a thought seemed to rouse him, and shaking himself, us if he would be free from all recollection of the past, he walked toward me holding out his hand and said:' father’s hand, and wetting it with her tears. All this happened a year ago, and now, on Bogers street, there lands a little caudy-shop, which, by its neatness and freshness, at tracts many coppers out of many pockets, and even beguiles me into waisting many a pleasant half- hour there. Bustliog round be hind the counter, very often I find Miss Maggie all alonp, left in sole and undisputed charge while her father is away on errands necessary to the business. Her small head- barely reaches above the counter, but her feet are just as brisk arid willing as when I first made her acquaintance, and the happiness and heartiness that exists now in that humble heme is all owing to the ciiildish perse verance and loving trustfulness of my ‘Little Pop-corn,’—Youth’s Companion. Going to Jeans ‘Here are some grapes for you,’ Effie,' Raid Annie, one day, as she raised the corner of a snowy nap kin and revealed a basket full of the purple lruit. The eyes of the sick ohild grew bright in a moment, but soon her head sank buok languidly against- the pillow. Her good old grand mother stepped out to make hen little pet a tempting puddiui the little friends were'feft alone, i ‘Oh how nice!’ exclaimed Effie again, as she pressed a juicy grape to her paMjhifdMips. They- wfljf help to moke you well, Effliwyou know the daisies and butjrir-cupa and bine violets will .so^u be here, aud you must run $ race with them to seo if you qan’t, be out in the fields first. Wofl’t that be funny?’ and Annie Htighed merrily, but Effie shook her head-at she said: ‘No. Aanie, I shall . never see the green fields ugain.' Whkt makes you say that, Effie?’ Because I get weaker and weaker every day. Oh, l know I shall ndvor get well any more.’ How can ynu talk so, Effie? It would frighten mo most to death to be siok, aud know I couldn’t got well.’ I used to be afraid too, but I am not now Not afraid to he put in the coffin and then he put all by youself in the dark, cold ground!' ‘No, Annie, not now, for Jesus will hug mo olose to his bosom I won’t know it’s cold and dark.’ ‘Are you a Christian, Effie? asked Annie, in surprise. ‘If loving Jesus is being a Ohris- tain then 1 am one, for I do love Him dearly, Annie, and sometimes it seems to me He loves me too.' ‘Can God love such a little girl Effie? ‘Oh yes. Grandma says He de lights for little ohildreu to come to Hitn. { * ‘How can wo go to Him, Effie whea we can’t see Him?’ If He was walking about the earth it would be easy, hut it’s so hard now.’ •Let me tell you how I went, Annie, and maybe you will go to Him too. I read a story of o poor little servant girl in Scotland Legal Advertising Will be inserted at the following fitted Sheriff salai, per sqaafe * * * * S! Sheriff^ mortyng** Kile*. • .6 W Application for letters ol inlininUtntion 4 00 Application for letters of gaardUfethip. .4 00 Dinmission from administration. 6 00 Dismission from guardianship 600 Far leave to sell land ••••#22 Application tor homestead............. 4 00 Notice to debtorsuud crnditoM....... 100 pale of real estate by administrators, Meott- t n and guardians, persqaaro ..H Ot) Sale of perishable property, Um days. • ..*«* 0C Ehtrny uotlces. SOdsvg >. Mt. All bills for advertising in thi* paper nro due on th'j first appearance of the advertin'* ninut will be presented when the monoy is needed. room. She said,‘Yes, all but a little servant, and it was not worth while to call her.' But. he begged for her to come in, for he said .she had a precious soul too. So ; in she came, all ragged and dirty, but he didn't core for that. ' r .Af ter lie prayed, ho called her to, him and found she did not even knhw there was a God in heaven; ! He said : tit ‘Little girl, if you will kneel down night aud morning and sky a prayer of five words, wheq.J I come back I will bring you a pret ty red calico dress ' She promise, and he said, 'The words are: *0 Lord, show me myselfl* Whou he came back she met him with tears rolling down her cheeks, and said: Oh, sir, I don't want thrdtess now, din't know I was so dreaful wicked before.” The good man did not ask berlf she had kept Iter promise, for ho know she had; but the rnoro she told him about her wicked heart, the more he smiled. After ho talked and prayed with her ho said: ‘1 am going away again, llttlo girl, and 1 am going to givu you another praj-jj^pfllvo words to repeat rneru- ulglit. Hero It is— .ord, show mo thyself l’ ell he went away, and when lie camo back she ran to kirn with a beau tiful smile, anil oh, Annie, she was so happy, for God had taken away her sinful heart, uud sho was a Christian. This Is tho way 1 came to Jesus ton. Oh, at first it suoiued to me 1 was worse than anybody In the world, nnd then I prayed tho other prayer. I prayed n long time, for It seomed to mo 1 couldn’t think right- when I kneeled down, but after awhllo it ap peared like l got up close to Jesus, and 1 haven't bet u afraid to die since.' Soon alter this a snd group gatliorad around her hod, for Efilo was going to die. And now at length Spring has come. -: She shook her head very dly ‘No, sir, I'm sure, Mother said so; and she always k^owjt.’ •And w\io is your mother,-child; that she lets you cofne but suoh a W '‘My*mo^heris Thorne sick, and i Plenso Mr. Hudson tel- me wher 1 for MaggFo wait? clinging to her | and asked it they wore all in the ‘Sir, before God I thank you for bringing me back to this, child, 3he was living iua family who nnd as surely us I stand here to- were not Christians, and a niiniB- . . ?i -day, I premise tube the niao IJ torSstoppecI at the house to spend some to the Erist, some, to theU, avun eyerUeen,and—and’—Here, the night. He told the lady lie West, the following letter: the strong voice failed eutircly, would like to pray with the family, „ 1 ''J-’'’ _ . . . ■ , I p' as FT. .....iO ~ a— h... ' .mrl ..ulriirl if flint’ tvnrft nil 111 tllC Tho Deacon Answered. Up in New Hampshire, where I used to live when a boy, (says Gov. Noyes) there was an old dea con who was a deal more pious than honest. He was an old hy pocrite, and when he had done any particular mean act he eased his conscience by going out into a field, along one side of which was a stone wail, and kneeling beside it prayed the Lord to topple it over on him if he had dune anything offensive to Him or wrong in His sight. Well,-we boys found it out, and one day when we saw the dbaonu making for the Btone wall, we got on the other side aud waited. Ho Kiiclldown according to his usual custom, and went through his usual formula, closing with tho petition to have the wall toppled over if ho had dona anything wrong. And we tup- ' sd it—Jumping out from under 9 stones, the old mini cried, in tones mingled disgust nud alarm— ‘Good gracious. Lord! Can’t you tell when n nan is joking?” Attempted Assassination. Tho Savannah Nbws given the following: Mr. Jocelyn, the Post master at No. If Central Bailroad, arrived in the city yesterday morn ing. He states that after the train K assed the station, going up at alt-past eleven o’clock on Thurs day night last,' he was called out o’ his house by some unknown parties. He .res'pimded to the summons, anti immediately, upon showing himself wus ttnV upon und badly wounded. He was shot iu.tlie loft arm, left ankle, and back. -- The parties tliua made their escape He is unable to assign a Mist for this cowardly and brutal tixli. ..Mr, Joitelyn came to Savan nah to tiToive stiigical ’attention.. - * J Vy:, iriHKS