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Arrive at Atlanta 6:25 a. m. Remains one minute at Union Point. ATHENS BRANCH TRAIN. DAY TRAIN. Time Stations. Arrive. Depart, bet. _ sta’s. A. M. Athens 8 45 25 Wintersville 9 10 9 15 30 Crawford 9 45 9 50 25 Antioch 10 15 10 18 15 Maxey’s 10 33 10 35 15 Woodville 10 50 10 55 20 Union Point 11 15 UP TRAIN. Union Point... P. M. 100 20 Woodville 1 20 1 25 15 Maxey’s 1 40 1 45 15 Antioch 2 00 2 05 25 Crawford 2 30 2 35 30 Wintersville 3 05 3 10 25 Athens 3 35 NIGHT TRAIN— Down. Athens a. m. 10 00 25 Wintersville 10 25 10 30 30 Crawford 11 00 11 05 25 Antioch 11 30 11 32 15 Maxey’s 11 47 11 49 15 Woodville 12 04 12 10 25 Union Point 12 35 a. m. Up Night Train. Union Point 3 55 25 Woodville 4 20 4 24 15 Maxey’s 4 39 4 41 15 Antioch 4 56 4 58 25 Crawford ...* 5 23 5 27 30 Wintersville 5 57 6 02 28 Athens 6 30 The Poor Boy.—Don’t be ashamed my lad, if you have a patch on your el bow. It is no mark of disgrace. It speaks well for your industrious mother. For our part, we would rather see a doz en patches on your jacket than hear one profane or vulgar word escape your lips. No good hoy will shun you, because you cannot dress as well as your companion ; and if a bad boy sometimes laughs at your appearance, say nothing, my good lad, but walk on. We know many a rich and good man who was once as poor as you. There is your next door neigh bor in particular—now one of the weal thiest men—who told us a short time since, that when a child he was glad to receive the cold potatoes from h is neigh bor’s table. Be good, my boy, and if you are poor you will be respected a great deal more than if you were the son of a rich man, and were addicted to bad habits. _ —The end of everything— the letter g. £I) c ©gktijorf €cl)o. A MIDNIGHT-HORROR. Twenty-five years ago one of the most famous private collections of wild ani mals was the one possessed by the Earl of Derby at Knowsley, Lancashire, England. This gentleman was the grandfather of the present distinguished statesman, and father of the late and still more famous man, Macaulay’s “Rupert of Debate.” The zoological col lection was fostered and sustained with wonderful care and at a large annual outlay. Emissaries were employed in all parts of the world to procure rare specimens, and so perfect were the ar rangements for their reception at Knows ley that the animals seemed to forget ut terly their lost liberty when the rather eccentric earl became their possessor. Among this varied and valuable collec tion was a magnificent specimen of the orang-outang, or cynocephalus. Its height when standing erect was nearly five feet six inches; its limbs were enor mous, and its breadth across the shoul ders indicted prodigious strength. Long, coarse, black hair covered its huge frame from head to foot, and when anything occured to excite its ill-temper its fea tures became terrible fierce and repul sive. Not far from the earl’s beautiful resi dence there dwelt a well-to-do farmer, who had acted for some years as one of the assistant stewards to Lord Derby. He had recently became a widower. The farmer’s household consisted of himself, the baby, aged four months, and an old woman who did general duty as nu:se and housekeeper. The house ocoupieu a lonely position, there being no other dwelling within half a mile or so, and a long and severe winter had set in, cover ing the entire country round about with a carpet of snow. On one dark and memorable night the widower farmer had retired to rest, hav partaken of his supper in his bed-room on account of the comfortable fire which that chamber boasted, and because it was bis custom to have his child’s cradle in that room. Whenever the nurse was re quired at night-time the father rang a bell which communicated with her ap partment, immediately above, access to which was obtained by a narrow flight of stairs. On the night in question the young infant lay in blissful unconscious ness in its warm cot near the cheerful fire, and the father lying in bed “between sleep and wake.” Presently he heard his chamber door open slowly, and he roused himself slightly to see what the faithful old nurse required, for he con cluded it was she who was about to enter. But she did not enter. The door remain ed ODen and the farmer was on the eve of speaking softly to the nurse, when, gent ly and with a cautious, noiseless tread, the monstrous orang-outang glided into the room. The farmer sank hack into his bed dismayed, and his dismay prob ably saved his life, for the visitor—a fit ting envoy from 44 Night’s plutonian shore *’ —continued to be ignorant of his presence. The creature then proceeded to the neighborhood of the fire-place, near which in its cradle the child lay, happily unaware of the grizzly intruder’s existence. The bright flames in the old, dark wainscoted chamber gave it a rich Rembrandt touch. On a small table were the remains of the farmer’s supper, which had consisted of fowl. These the animal descried, and for a few minutes they afforded it considerable interest, its thoughts and reflections being seeming ly concentrated upon the anatomical of the deceased bird. After toying with the bones and other remnants of the repast the brute’s atten tion was suddenly attracted to the cradle. To walk nearly erect was the normal habit of this ill-favored beast. He qui etly approached the sleeping child and squatted down at its side. It is probable that among the select visitors to Lord Derby’s museum the baboon had never seen an infant, anyway so frail and young. The sight was therefore very novel, and he gazed upon the unconscious creature with manifest interest as he removed the coverlets from its sleeping form. The farmer, from out the curtains of his bed, beheld the entire proceedings with in describable agony. It was not presence of mind which prevented him leaping out to the rescue, but a feeling of spell bound helplessness. The poor farmer was not deficient in ordinary courage, and would have faced a dozen of his own species without a particle of fear had circumstances demanded it, but he felt utterly incapable of wrestling with such a foe as the one now sitting before the ruddy chamber fire. After a little while the creature lifted the dnfant from the cradle and placed it with infinite tender ness upon tlie hearth rug. It then pro ceeded to make a rigid examination of the child’s limbs, so soft and plump, and so devoid of all hirsute decoration It was this fact that probably amazed and staggered the examiner most. He no doubt retained some recollection of the young days of his liberty in the distant African forests, but never before had he gazed upon a little alabaster form like this. So gently had he removed the ba by from its cot, and so considerate did he conduct his researches, that its sleep survived the process. Apparently satis fied in the extreme with his investigation the monster—monster with touch so deli cate I—transferred1 —transferred his attentions to a general scrutiny of the chamber in which e now found himself without invitation, and possibly with greater emotions of surprise than those experienced by the farmer, if that could be. Furniture was certainly a novel spec tacle, for in his recent home a dead, leafless tree was the sole decorative article, and he now roamed the room with such a look of critical acumen that he strongly resembled an auctioneer’s clerk taking an inventory of the house hold property. The old-fashioned bed in which the fanner lay, in speechless suspense, was evidently destined to come last upon the intruder’s catalogue, but CRAWFORD, GEORGIA, FRIDAY MORNING, MAY 28, 1875. come it did, and the terrible brute, ex ceeding in height the average human race, and with evidences of innate strength equally in excess, now stood at the farmer’s side. The visitor remained there but for a moment, yet to the far mer, who had affected to be sound asleep, it was no such brief period of time. All at once a timid cry from the tiny child, who evidently preferred the cosiness of its cradle to the discomforts of the hearth-rug, altered the programme instantly. The baboon immediately de serted the father and ran to the side of the awakened child. The nurse, from her room above, had heard the cry, the doors being purpose ly open, and she prepared to descend the narrow stairs. But the wretched father could no longer support the aw ful tension in which his nerves had been held during the last ten minutes, and he gave vent to a wild, half-frantic shout. The monster was terrified and instantly prepared for escape. He leaped along the room to the house-keeper’s staircase, where he encountered the unsuspecting old lady. More than the grim outline of the brute could not have been visible in that darkened stairway. The nurse and the brute appeared to have closed in a fixed embrace, for in that position they struggled and fell to the foot of the staircase. Then the brute disentangled itself from the old ladie’s hold and effec ted his escape from the house. The scene which ensued can scarcely be imagined. The nurse lay apparently dead upon the ground, and the farmer stood by her unable at the moment to render her any assistance. It seemed to him most like a horrible dream, but the prostrate form of the child upon the hearth-rug proved too clearly the sub stantial reality of the occurrences. When the farmer nerved himself suffi ciently to minister to the nurse’s require ments he found that her nervous system had received an irreparable shock, from which she never recovered. She passed from one horror into another, and never regained enough consciousness to understand who her mysterious antag onist had been. In the course of the following day the old woman died. On the morning after the occurrence of these events a diligent search was made for the missing brute, whose escape had soon become known when the keeper commenced his daily rounds. They had not to search far. They found the animal disporting in an adjoining wood and enjoying to the full est extent his regained liberty. It was quite evident that he w’ould not resign that liberty without a hard struggle for it. While the method of his capture was being debated the news of the house keeper’s death and the events connected therewith became known, and that was sufficient to sign the death-warrant of the unwitting cause of her decease. It was a hard fate, but he was not prepared to resist it, and so he quietly obeyed the summons conveyed to him through the medium of three minie-bullets and ex pired after a checkered enjoyment of twenty-four hours freedom. The carcass of this huge brute may now be seen in the William Brown Museum in Liverpool, most successfully stuffed and picturesquely posed upon a miniature cliff with a stout staff in one hand and the other hanging listlessly at his side. No one who views this magnifi cent specimen of the cynocephalus will ever wish that he had formed any other or closer acquaintanceship with the for midable animal when alive; yet at the same time the creature’s dog-like head suggests a canine intelligence and hones ty inviting some degree of human trust. Amongst the ancient Egyptians the cy nocephalus (meaning the dog-faced ba boon) was held in great veneration as the supposed possessor of superhuman pow r ers, and was even selected by them as the symbol of intellect and to present their god of letters, Thoth. Whether the above true story indicates the great er intelligence for the brute, or the hu man beings whom he so terrified, for the reader to decide. Monday, May 10, 1875, was the cen tennial of the capture of Fort Ticondero ga, and Ethan Allen and Benedict Ar nold were the leaders of the forces that made the capture. In keeping with the day is the story, so often told, of Ethan Allen. He had the reputation of being an open unbeliever in Christianity. He published the first formal attack on the Christian religion ever written in Ameri ca. He inclined to the doctrine of Py thagoras, and believed in the transmigra tion of souls. His wife was a woman of exemplary piety, and his children, with the exemption of one daughter, shared with the mother in her religious belief. This daughter inclined to the strange opinions of the father. When about to die, she sent for him. The rough spoken man, whose heart was as tender as a child’s, came to the bedside of the dying girl. “ Father, lam about to die,” said she; ‘1 shall I believe in the principles you have taught me, or shall I believe in what my mother has taught me?” The father became agitated, his lips quivered, tears ran down his cheeks, and bending over his dying child, he said, with a voice choked with emotion. “ Believe what your mother has taugh you i” A Mississippi man puts it thus : 44 At the earnest solicitation of those to whom I owe money I have consented to become a candidate for County Treasurer.” Dogs are taxed one dollar each, and tie feminine branch of the dog family ve dollars, in Tennessee. —An Indianapolis mother, whose daughter was soon to marry, told that female that she might select from a lot of furniture stored in the garret, such ar ticles as she desired for housekeeping. The old family cradle was found in the centre of the pile, and set aside in accor dance with this permission. GRATE AND GAY. —Can you spell consent in thee letters ? Yes. —Support your county paper. Sub scription ouly $2. W hen does the wind deserve reproof? W hen it whistles through the house. What is the difference between an overcoat and a baby ? One is what you wear and the other is what you was. Take away my first letter, take away my second, take away all my letters, and I am always the same. It’s the mail carrier. —The express companies are preparing to make a proposition next winter to Congress to take the whole United States mail business into their hands. —A Chicago burglar didn’t want to go on trial until he could borrow a diamond pin, and the police ran around for two hours to get him one. —A man hanged himself in Paris in the presence of his paralized wife, who was unable to move or cry for assistance, and who was obliged to witness the hor rifying sight of his death struggles. —lt is not pleasant to contemplate the paroxysmal expression of a young lady’s face while she is working her mouth in an effort to get piece of chewing gum off a back tooth. —“Oh, licketty slam, pop,” exclaimed a lad whose farther had praised him for his gallantry in holding a young lady on his lap in a crowded car, 44 and didn’t I feel just like a pot full of hot potatoes I” —“A Tennessee man, says an ex change, has commenced building an ark. If he is going to take a pair of all living animals with him, he ought to turn over the command of his ark to somebody else and go along as the jackass himself. —The New York World has it that “ banditti” Sheridan will be married in June to a daughter of Gen. D. H. Ruck er, Assistant Quartermaster General of the Army and Chief Quartermaster on Sheridan’s staff. We offer our condo lence to the lady. —A Milwaukee chap kissed his girl about forty times right along, and xvhen he stopped the tears came into her eyes and she said in a sad tone of voice : “Ah! John I fear you have ceased to love me. “No I haven’t” replied John, “but I must breathe,” —At a country church in this county the other day, one of the members prayed after this fashion: “Oh Lord assist me to be a better Christian. lam determin ed to try to lead a more correct life, and I think I can succeed, for since I have sold my oxen and got a horse, I don’t have to cuss so d—d much.” —The liquor man’s intention was al together charitable. He understood that the poor devils who print the reve nue stamps had to work of nights to meet the demand, and he thought he would help some by using the old stamps several times. —A newsboy seated on the post office steps yesterday, counted his pennies over and remarked : 44 Seventeen cents in all. That’s five for the circus, three for peanuts, four for .a sinking* fund, four I owe to Jack, and there’s one left to support a widowed mother un til Saturday night.” —Said a colored Georgia preacher: “ Dar’s robbin’ and stealin’ all around. Dar’s de Beecher business, de Wood hull business, Sumner is dead, torna does come whoopin’ around, de Freed man’s Bank has busted, and it ’pears as if de end was nigh, mighty clus at hand.” —Henry Welcome,hanged in Windsor, Vt., for murder said : 44 1 hope my situa tion will be a warning to all young men to be obedient to their parents, keep out of bad company, and away from low E laces. This is what has brought me ere ; and I hope God will have mercy on me for Jesus Christ sake. I wish to say no more now except to caution all against tasting liquors, because if they take one glass, they must take another.” —The inconsistencies in our othogra phy are something fearful to contem plate. T-o-n-g-u-e spells “ tongue,” and the man who first spelled it should have hongue. A-c-h-e spells “ache,” and that’s all you can mache out of it. E-i-g-h-t spells “eight,” no matter how you deprecieight the idea; and that a-i-s-l-e should spells “aisle,” and f-e-i-g-n “feign” is enough to make any one smaisle, if the effort were not too peignful. —An industrious citizen of San Juan arose a few mornings ago, while a festive lark was still snoring, and with a tin bucket under his arm went to the barn to milk the family cow. It was dark and rainy, and in fumbling about for old Briudle, he got in the wrong pew and began to pull at the off mule of his wagon team. He can’t remember now which side of the roof be went out at, but his recollection of alighting on the picket fence is very vivid. He expects the bucket down in a few days. A Nelson street boy tried his first pipe the other day. When his father came home to dinner he found him braced against a |barrel with bis legs spread apart, his hands and lower jaw drooping listlessly, and a deathly pallor over spreading his face. “ What’s the matter with you ?” inquir ed the amazed parent. “ My—teacher is—is sick,” gasped the boy. “ Well, you must’nt feel so badly about it, Tomniy,” said the father, kindly. “ She will get well again, without doubt.” Ana then stepping into the house, he observed to his wife that that was the most sympathetic boy he ever saw. The Man-Eating Tree of Madagasca. [Dr. Jay, in the South Australian Register.] If you can imagine a pineapple eight feet high, and thick in proportion, rest ing upon its base, and denuded of leaves, you will have a good idea of the trunk of the tree, which, however, was not the color of an anana, but a dark, dingy bnwn, and apparently hard as iron. From the apex of this fusticated cone (at least two feet in diameter) eight huge leaves sheer to the ground, like doors swung back on their hinges. These leaves, which wqfe joined at the top of the trees at regular intervals, w r ere about twelves feet long, and shaped very much like the leaves of an American agave or century plant. They are two feet through in their thickest point and three feet wide, tapering to a sharp point that looked like a cow’s horn, very convex on the outer (but now under) surface, and on the under (now upper) surface slight ly concave. This concave face was thick ly set with strong thorny hooks like those upon the head of the teazle. These leaves hanging thus limp and lifeless, dead green in color, had in. appearance the massive strength of oak fibre. The apex of the cone was a round white concave figure, like a smaller plate set within a larger one. This was not a flower, but a receptable, and there exuded into it a clear treacly liquid honey, sw r eet and pos sessed of violent intoxicating and sopo rific properties. Fronj underneath the rim (so to speak) of the undermost plate, a series of long hairy green tendrils stretched in every direction toward the horizon. These were seven or eight feet long, and tapered from four inches to a half inch in diameter, yet they stretched out stiffly as iron rods. Above these (from between the upper and under cups) six white, almost transparent palpi reared themselves toward tne sky, twirl ing and twisting with a marvelous inces sant motion, yet constantly reaching up ward. Thin as reeds and frail as quills, apparently, were yet five or six feet tall, and so constantly and vigorously in mo tion, with such a subtile, sinuous, silent throbbing against the air, with their sug gestions of serpents flayed, yet dancing on their tails. My observations on this occasion were suddenly interrupted by the natives, who had been shrieking around the tree with their shrill voices, and chanting what Hendrick told me were propitiatory hymns to the great tree devil. With still wilder shrieks and ehants they now surrounded one of the women, and urged her with the points of their javelins, until slowly, and with des pairing face, she climed up the stalk of the tree and stood on the cone, the palpi whirling all about her. “Tsik ! Tsik!” (Drink!drink !)criedthemen. Stooping, she drank of the vacid fluid in the cup, rising instantly again, with wild frenzy in her face and convulsive chords in her limps. But she did not jump down, as she seemed to intend to do. Oh, no! The atrocious canniball tree, that had been so inert and dead, came to sudden savage life. The slender, delicate palpi, with the fury of starved serpents, quiv ered a moment over her head, then, as if instinct with demoniac intelligence, fas tened upon her in sudden coils around and round her neck and arms, and while her awful screams and yet more awful laughter, rose wildly, to be instantly strangled down again into a gurgling mourn, the tendrils, one after another, like great green serpants, with brutal en ergy and infernal rapidity, rose, protrac ted themselves, and wrapped her about in fold after fold, even tightening with cruel swiftness and savage tenacity of anacondas fastening upon their prey. It was the barbarity of the Laocoon with out its beauty—this strange,horrible mur der. And now the great leaves rose slowly and stiffly, like the arms of a der rick, erected themselves in the air, ap proached one another, and closed about the dead and hampered victim with the silent force of a hydraulic press and the ruthless purpose of a thumb-screw. A moment more, and while I could see the bases of these great levers pressing more tightly toward each other from their in terstices, there trickled down the stalk ©f the tree great streams of the viscide hon ey-like fluid, mingled horribly with the blood and oozing viscera of the victim. At sight of this the savage hordes around me, yelling madly, bounded forward, crowded to the tree, clasped it, and with cups, leaves, hands and tongues, each one obtained enough of the liquid to send him mad and frantic. The Champion Farmer.—R. H. Hardaway, ofThomasville, Ga., is a mo del farmer. The past year he raised three heads of cabbages which weighed one hundred and twenty pounds. And even at this early stage of the season the same vegetable will average twenty pounds in weight, for each head, from seed sown in December. In 1874, from five acres of oats he threshed and sold 366 of bush els, besides saving seed. These were sown in the mouth of November, alter the ground had been ploughed very deeply, thoroughly harrowed, and ferti lized with 150 pounds of phosphate to the acre. Subsequently, when the young spires were about one foot in height, an other application of 150 pounds of the same manure was made by sprinkling it broad cast over the crop. The farm of this gentleman consists of fifteen acres, of what was originally com • mon pine land, and is divided as follows the present year: Oats, seven acres; corn, three acres, and cotton five acres. From this area, somewhat differently ap portioned, he realized last year three hundred and sixty-six bushels of oats, and nineteen bushels of corn per acre. Bricks made in China are sold in San Francisco for less than they can be made for this side the Pacific, notwithstand ing the advalorem duty of twenty per cent on them. —Between two evils choose neither. VOL. I—NO. 34. Written for the Oglethorpe Echo.] Odd Fellowship. As Odd Fellows, we are to bear in mind that there are certaiu duties we owe to the community at large. Attach ment to the Order,and zealous devotion to it3 principles, by no means tend to sever other connections and sympathies. One of the characteristic features of the Order is, that it inculcates the strictest per formance of all those duties which apper tain to our relations to society and to our immediate friends. W e are bound not only to sustain by our actions, as a body, the true character of the institu tion before the public, but, as individ uals, severally to demonstrate the fact that its requisitions do not, in the least degree, compromit a single obligation or duty incident to the stations which we occupy, and the relations we sustain in lite ; and that its influence upon the per sonal character is in the highest degree favorable to temperance, probity and virtue. duties. As Odd Fellows, we are bound to cultivate and practice virtue and morali ty among ourselves, for our own happi ness, as well as to exert in various ways such a beneficial and moral influence over the conduct of men in society, that y>e mav, to some extent, become instru mental to their moral perfection—to their future state of happiness. Our Lodges should be made the source whence flow benevolence and philan thropy, hi their fullest extent. In this way it is possible for Odd Fellows to form that which is called public opinion, this does not derive its origin and effi cacy from the noise of the multitude • it emenates from the enlightened por tion of the community—the few, com paratively speaking, who study the har monies of nature, and acting as the bene factors of mankind, guide and direct the destinies of many. AIM. The principal aim of Odd Fellowship should be the virtue and happiness of that the world may not ascribe to it selfish motives. How beautiful, how benevolent, how sublime the aim ! Uni- of Friendship, Love and Truth, we can rob misfortune of its stings and poison—we can set a limit to misery, and ultimately banish it from our midst. Living truly, in this bond, we form a society which will have no wanderer lost a family in Heaven. Thus combined, we form a holy circle in which each one can, proportionate to his abilities, and from every point, act beneficially—a union of virtue and humanity, and the circle’s centre, philanthropy: and phi lanthropy’s center, God! Thus, dwelling together, a better spir it, greater happiness, warmer friendship aud truer piety wiil and must abide in the Order. On eagle’s wings it will lift itself to higher wisdom, to greater virtue and firmer piety. Peace and harmony will dwell m its halls, and Odd Fellowship will serve to unite all hearts, banish passion and vices, and establish virtue and happiness among the children of God. A Mystery. One of the strangest exhibitions that we have ever heard or read of—very closely bordering upon the marvelous and supernatural—occurred not long since in the house of a Philadelphia gen tleman. Its truth is vouched for by the gentleman, his wife and family, afl of whom are credible witnesses,whose tes mony would not be doubted by anybody, but whose names we do not feel at liber ty to make known. The facts are as fol lows : On a late frosty morning, while the children of the family were amusing themselves in the sitting-room, thev ob served a figure in the frosting on the win dow-pane. It appeared to be the picture of a female, holding in her hand a paper. The outlines were so plain that even the stripes on the dress were observable. The children called the attention of the moth er to the strange picture, and finally the father w r as called, who recognized in it an exact representation of bis mother. Having a correct photograph of her, he brought it out and placed the pictures side by side, and they corresponaed even to the stripes on the dress, except the picture in frost was holding the paper document in her hand. The picture re mained upon the window-panes for an hour or two till dissipated by the warmth of the room, or perhaps of the sun, out side. But now comes the strangest part of the story. The next day after this ap pearance, the gentleman received by mail a paper package exactly corresponding with the one in the hand of the image, which, on being open, proved to be a no tice to the gentleman that he had be come the heir to a large legacy from his deceased mother in a foreign land. The latest marvelous cure is that of the neuralgic toothache, a veiy painful ailment. The plan employed is a steam ing process by which, after an applica tion of a few minutes’ duration, he was able to show his patient worms, which he declared had been drawn from the teeth. The most astonishing part of the story is that the “ w orms” actually stood the test of microscopic examination. This feat was performed in San Francis co, and is reported before the Microscopi cal Society. An explanation of the pro duction of the worms is given. It is said that the action of heat, onion seed and butter did it. But the fact remains all the same that the sufferers thought the “ steaming” process was a3 satisfactory as it is in the case of bivalves. How can this be explained ? Was it faith that did it?