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CHILDERS, Carpeners and Builders, ATHENS, GA., WOULD RESPECTFULLY ANNOUNCE to the citizens of Oglethorpe county that they are prepared to do all manner of Wood Work. Estimates on Buildings carefully made and lowest figures given. Satisfaction guaranteed. A portion of the public patron age solicited. nov27-12m FRANKLIN HOUSE, Opposite Deupree Hall, ATHENS, GEORGIA. Jgf This popular House is again open to the public. Board, $2 per day. W. A. JESTER A CO., feb4-ly Proprietors. PROFESSIONAL CARDS, OF ONE HALF INCH, inserted in the Echo at only $5 a year, if paid strictly in advance. SPlje #§ktl)®rflK Ccho. AN AFFAIR OF HONOR. In the year 183 — there lived at Bor deaux, the last—or one of the last—of a long line of scoundrels who had made that part of France infamous (toour idea) by a succession of cold-blooded murders, committed under the sanction of what people were pleased to call the Code of Honor. This was a certain Comte de V , a man of great physical strength, imperturbable sangfroid, and relentless cruelty. Not a bad sort of companion, as some said, when the fit—the duel ing fit—was noton him ; but this came on once in about every six months, and then he must have blood, it mattered little whose. He had killed and maimed boys of sixteen, fathers of families, mili tary officers, journalists, advocates,peace ful country-gentleman. The cause of a quarrel was of no importance ; if one did not present itself readily, he made one; always contriving that, according to the code aforesaid, he should be the insulted party, thus having the choice of weap ons ; and he was deadly with the small sword. It is difficult for us to realize a state of society in which such a wild beast could be permitted to go at large ; but we know it to be historically true that such creatures were endured in France, just as we are assured that there were at one time wolves in Yorkshire, only the less noisome vermin had a harder time ofit as civlization progressed, than was dealt out to the human brute. The latest exploit of the Comte de A , previous to the story I am about to tell, was to goad a poor student into a challenge; and when it was represented to him that the boy had never held a sword in his life, so that it would be fair er to use pistols, lie replied that “fools sometimes made mistakes with pistols,” and the next morning ran him through the lungs. The evil fit was on him; but the blood thus shed quieted him for an other half year, and rather more, for public opinion was unfavorable, and the air of Bordeaux became too warm for him. But the scandal blew over after a time, and lie came back to his old haunts, one oi which was by the riverside,where many use to spend their Sunday. Into the little garden of this establishment our wolf swaggered one fine summer afternoon, with the heavy dark look and nervous twitching of the hands which those who were acquainted with him knew well meant mischief. The evil fit was on him ; consequently he found himself the center of a circle which expanded as he went on. This did not displease him. He liked to be feared. He knew he could make a quarrel when he chose,so ho looked around for a victim. At a table almost in the middle of the garden sat a man of about thirty years of age, of middle height, and an expres sion of countenance which at first struck one as mild and and good humored. He was engaged reading a journal which seemed to interest him, and eating straw berries, an occupation which does not call forth any latent strength of charac ter. Above all, he was profoundly un conscious of the presence of M. le Comte de V , and continued eating his strawberries and reading his paper as though no wolf were in the pleasant fold. As the Count approached this table, it became sufficiently well known whom he was about to honor with his inso lence ; and the circle narrowed again to see the play. It is not bad sport, with some of us, to see a fellow-creature bait ed—especially when we are out of danger of wolves. The strawberry-eaters’ costume was not such as was ordinarily worn in France at that time, and he had a curious hat, which—the weather being warm— he had placed on the table by his side. “ He is a foreigner,” whispered someone in the dress circle. “ Perhaps he does not know Monsieur le Comte.” Monsieur le Comte seated himself at the table opposite the unconscious strau ger, and called loudly, “ Garcon.” “ Garcon,” he said,“when that function ary appeared, “ take away that nasty thing!” pointing to the hat aforesaid. Now the stranger’s elbow, as he read his journal, was on the brim of the “ nas ty thing,” which was a very good hat, but of British form and make. The gar con was embarrassed. “Do you hear me ?” thundered the Count. “ Take that thing awav! No one lias a right to place his hat on the table.” “ I beg your pardon,” said the straw berry-eater, politely placing the offend ing article on his head, and drawing a chair a little aside; “ I will make room for Monsieur.” The garcon was about to retire well satisfied, when the bully called after him — “ Have I not commanded you take that thing which annoys me away ?” “ But, Monsieur le Comte, it is impossi ble.” “ What is impossible?” “That I should take the gentleman's hat.” “ By no means,” observed the stranger, uncovering again. “Be so good as to carry my hat to the lady at the couuter, and ask her, on my behalf, to dome the favor to accept charge ofit for the pres ent.” “You speak French passably well for a foreigner,” said the bully, stretching his arms over the table, and looking" his neighbor full in the face—a titter of con tempt going round the circle. “ I am not a foreigner, Monsieur.” “ I am sorry for that.” “ So am I.” “ May one, without indiscretion, in quire why!” “Certainly! Because, if I were a for eigner, I should be spared the pain of seeing a compatriot behave himself very rudely.” “ Meaning me?” “ Meaning precisely you.” “ Do you know who I am ?” asked the CRAWFORD, GEORGIA, FRIDAY MORNING, JUNE 4, 1875. Count, half turning his back upon him, and facing the lookers-on, as much as to say, “ Now observe how I will crush this poor creature.” “ Monsieur,” replied the strawberry eater, with perfect politeness in his tone, “ I have the honor not to know you.” “ Death of mv life ! lam the Comte de V ” The strawberry-eater looked up and the easy, good-natured face was gone. In its place was one with two gray eves which flashed like lire, and a mouth that set itself very firmly. “ The Comte de V ,” he repeated in a low voice. “ Yes, Monsieur. And what have you to say against it?” “I ? O nothing.” “ That may be well for you.” “ But there are those who say he is a coward.” “That is enough,” said the bully, starting to his feet. “ Monsieur will find mein two hours at this address,” flinging him a card. “ I shall not trouble myself to seek Monsieur le Comte,” replied the straw berry-eater, calmly tearing the card in two. “ Then I shall say of Monsieur what he, permitting himself to lie, said just now of me.” “ And that is ?” “ That he is a coward.” “ You may say what you please, Mon sieur le Comte. Those who know me would not believe you, and those who do not —my faith! what care I *what thev think ?” “ And thou—thou art a Frenchman !” No one but a Frenchman could have thrown so much disdain as he did into the “ thou ” The strawberry-eater made no reply, but turned his head and called, “ Gar con !” The poor, trembling creature came up again, wondering what new di lemma was prepared for him, and stood quaking some ten yards off. “ Garcon,” said the stranger, “is there a room vacant in the hotel?” “ Without doubt, Monsieur.” “ A large one?” “ But certainly. They arc all large own apartments.” “ Then engage the largest for me to day, and another—no matter what—for Monsieur le Comte.” “ Monsieur,l give my own orders when necessary,” said the'Count, loftily. “ I thought Id spare you the “trouble. Go, if you please,” (this to waiter,) “ and prepare my rooms.” Then the strawberry-eater returned to his strawberries. The bully gnawed his lip. He could not make head or tail of his phlegmatic opponent. The circle grew a litl-lo nidei, for a norm; ideii got abroad that the Count had not found one who was likely to suit him, and that he would have to seek elsewhere what he wanted. The murmur that went round roused the bully. “Monsieur,” he hissed, “ has presum ed to make use ot a word which among men of honor—” “ I beg your pardon ?” “ Which among men of honor—” “ But what can Monsier le Comte pos sibly know what is felt among men of honor?” asked the other with a shrug of incredulity. “ Will you fight vonrself with me, or will you not,” roared the Count, goaded to furv. “ If Monsieur le Comte will give him self the trouble to accompany me to the apartment which, no doubt, is now pre pared for me,” replied the stranger, ris ing, “ I will satisfy him.” “ Good,” said the other, kicking down his chair ;“I am with you. I waive the usual preliminaries. I only beg to ob serve that I am without arms; but if you—” “O, don’t trouble yourself on that score,” said the stranger, with a grim smile. “If you are not afraid, follow me.” This he said in a voice sufficiently loud for the nearest to hear, and the cir cle parted and left, like startled sheep, as the two walked towards the house. Was there no one to call “police,” no one to try and prevent what to all seemed imminent? Not a soul! The dreaded duellist had his evil fit on, and every one breathed freely now that he knew the victim was selected. More over, no one supposed it would end there. The count and his friend (?) were ush ered into the apartment prepared for the latter, who, as soon as the garcon had left, took off his coat and waistcoat, and proceeded to move the furniture so as to leave the room free for what was to fol low—the couut standing with folded arms, glaring at him the while. The decks being cleared for action, the stran ger locked the door, placed the key on the mantel-piece behind him, arid said : “I think you might have helped a lit tle, but never mind. Will give me your attention for five minutes!” “ Perfectly.” “ Thank you. I am, as I have told you, a Frenchman, but I was educated in England, at one of her famous public schools. Had I been sent to one of our own Lycees, I should, perhaps, have gained more book knowledge, but, as it is, I have learned some things which we do not teach, and one of them is, not to take a mean advantage of any man, but to keep my own head with my own bands. Do you understand me, Mon sieur leOomte?” “ I cannot flatter myself that I do.” “Ha! Then I must be more explicit. I learned, then, that one who takes ad vantage of mere brute strength against the weak, or who, practiced in any art, compels one unpracticed in it to contend with him, is a coward and a knave. Do you follow me now, Monsieur le Comte ?” “ I came here, Monsieur—” “ Never mind for what you came, be content with what you will get. For example—4o follow what I was observ ing—if a man skilled with a small sword, for the mere vicious love of quarrelling, goads to madness a bov who has never fenced in his life, and kills him, that man is a murderer, and a knavish—” “I think I catch your meaning ; but if you have pistols here”—foamed the bully. “ I do not come to eat strawberries with pistols in my pocket,” replied the other, in the same calm tone he had used throughout. “ Allow me to continue. At that school of which I have spoken, and in the society of men who have grown out of it, and others where the same habit of thought, it would be con sidered that a man who had been guilty ot such cowardice and knavery as I ha' e mentioned, would be justly punished if, some day, he should be paid in his own coin by meeting someone who would take him at the same disadvantage as he placed that poor boy at.” “ Our seconds shall fix your own weap ons, Monsieur,” said the Count; “let this farce end.” “Presently. Those gentlemen whose opinions l now venture to express, not having that craze for blood which dis tinguishes some—who have not had a sim ilar enlightened education—would proba bly decide that such a coward and knave as we have been considering would best meet his deserts by receiving a humilia ting castigation befitting his “knavery and his cowardice.” “Ah ! I see; I have a lawyer to deal with,” sneered the Count. “Yes. I have studied a little law, but I regret to say that I am about to break one of its provisions.” “You will fight me, then?” “ Yes. At the school we have been speaking of, I learned, among other things, the use of rnv hands; and if I mistake not, I am about to give you as sound a thrashing as any buTly ever got.” “ You would take advantage of vour skill in the box?” said the Count, getting a little pale.” “Exactly. Just as you took advan tage of your skill in the small sword with poor young B ” “But it is degrading—brutal!” “My dear Monsieur, just consider. You are four inches taller and some thir ty or forty killogrammes heavier than I am. 1 have seldom seen so fine an out side. If you were to hit me a good swinging blow, it would go hard with me. In the same way, if poor young B had g ot over your guard, it would have gone hard with you. But, then, I shall only black both your eyes, and perhaps deprive you of a tooth or so, un happily in front; whereas you killed him” “ I will not accept that barbarous en counter.” “You must; I have done talking. Would you like a little brandy before we begin? No? Place yourself on guard, then, if you please. When I have done with you, and you are fit to appear, then you shall have your revenge—even with the small sword, if you please. At pres ent, bully—coward—knave, take that, and that, and that l” And the wiry little Anglo-Frank was as good as his word. In less time than it takes to write it the great braggart was rendered unpresentable for many a long day. That number one caused him to see fifty suns beaming in the firmament with his right eye ; that number two pro duced a similar phenomenon with his left; that number three obliged him to swallow a front tooth, and to observe the ceiling more attentively than he had hitherto done. And when one or two other thats had completely cowed him, and he threw open the window and called for help,the strawberry -eater took him by the neck and breeches and flung him out of it on the flower-bed below. The strawberry-eater remained a month at Bordeaux to fulfill his promise of giv ing the Court his revenge. But then, again, the bully met with more than his match. The strawberry-eater had An gelo for a master as well as Owens Swift, and after a few passes the Court, who was so eager to kill his man, felt an un pleasant sensation in his right shoulder. The second interposed, and there was an end of the affair. It was his last duel. Someone produced a sketch of him as he appeared being thrown out of the ho tel window, and ridicule—so awful to a Frenchman—rid the country of him. The strawberry-eater was alive when the Battle of the Alma was fought, and is the only man io whom the above facts are known who never talks about them. Buried Alive.— lt has just been dis covered, on evidence amounting almost to a certainty, that the wife of a well known citizen of Westfield, who appa rently died a year and a half ago, was in reality buried alive. At the time of her supposed death her husband did not own a lot in the cemetery, but, having since purchased one, he recently ordered the removal of his wife’s remains thereto. Upon the exhumation of the coffin, a few days ago, some persons present had the curiosity to open it. Little were they prepared for the horrible sight that met their gaze. Instead of lying com posedly as when it was lowered into the grave, the body was turned over and the hands of the dead woman were clutched into the hair of her head, while her burial clothing was torn to threads in many places. All these cercumstanees would seem to indicate that the poor woman was not dead when buried, and that, reviving from her sttipor r she strug gled for life in the coffin to no purpose. The utmost sympathy is felt for the doubly bereaved husband.— Springfield Union. Physician. —“ So you have taken all the medicine and find no relief, eh ? Well, we will call the first thing in the morn ing and shave your head, apply a blis ter, ent the nerves in your upper jaw, and pull your back teeth, and if you find no relief then, why we’il have to give something strongi r i” DEVILTRIES. — A boy defines salt as “ stuff’ that makes potatoes taste bad when you don’t put on any.” —The popular business with young la dies is husbandry, and many of them make a bustle about it. —“ She is my mother-in-law, with all that the name implies,” said a witness in an Indianapolis lawsuit. —“ Gently the dues are o’er me steal ing,” as the man said when he had thir teen bills presented to him day. —Why is a baby like wheat in harvest ? Because it is first eradled, then threshed, and then becomes the flower of the fam ily. —What is the difference between a barber and a mother ? One has razors to shave, and the other has shavers to raise. —When arc stockings like dead men ? When they are men-ded ; or when their souls are departed ; or when they are no longer on their last legs. —They wondered at the short collec tions in a Missouri church the other day, and upon investigation discovered that one of the collectors had tar in the top of his hat. —A Minnesota sheriff carried a bullet in his head ten years, and when they re moved it the other day he became fool ish. They are looking for someone to shoot him again, —A kind-hearted peace-loving Balti more man painted his front steps twenty three times, trying to get a color to suit his wife, and then she decided that the first color was the best. —“ Why Georgie ! are you smoking ? exclaimed an amazing mother, who came upon her little son as he was puffing away at a cigar. “ No, mama ! I’m only keeping it lighted for another boy.” —Last week a Griffin man was bitten by a snake, stung by a bee, lost a valua ble dog, and stuck a splinter in his foot. He is now loafing around a livery stable endeavoring to get kicked by a mule. —There was once a Pennsylvania leg islator who laid by $30,000 in one session. When he was asked how he managed this with a salary of SI,OOO, he said that he saved it by doing without a hired girl. —lt was a pretty conceit of a father whose name was Rose, and who named his daughter “ Wild.” But the romance of the thing was sadly spoiled when she grew up and married a man named Bull. —Fpon the death of her husband the lady married his brother, and when a friend saw the portrait of the first husband in the house he said, “ Is this a member of your family ?” “It is my poor broth er-in-law’,” she said, •—There are times when all of a wo man’s self possession and dignity are re quired. That is when she shows her first baby, a hare-lipped one, to an old beau, whom she has jilted for the sake of her present husband. —Machinery has reached a great state of perfection, A newspaper remarks ; We recently saw a quantity of burnt peas put in the hopper of a cot Fee mill, and in less than two minutes they were occupy ing a place in a grocery window,labelled, “Fine Old Mocha.” —A bright little five-year-old was look ing through a picture-book the other night, when she suddenly paused, gazed eagerly into her mother’s face, and while there shown in her eyes the light of wis dom beyond her years, said—[blamed if we haven’t forgotten what she did say.] —They have a spelling match down on the banks of the tranquil Milpitas. There were twenty-seven contestants, and twenty-six went down on the first word, “cat,” and the last man would have gone down, too, only he stuttered, and couldn’t get the second “t ” quick enough. —The Reading Time* tells it, but then it may be the work of the imaginative reporter : The following is taken verba tim from a Reading clergyman’s diary : “April 24. Had iun. at church. Met cats, in the lecture room.” The astonish ed reader’s mind will he relieved to know that the seeming levity of the clergyman meant, “had a funeral at church,” and “ met catechumens in the lecture room.” —Says the Detroit Free Press : “For the benefit of those who fear that the Brooklyn trial may result in the loss of the deiendant to the country, it should be stated that there is a Beecher Manu facturing Company in Connecticut.” If that manufactory is turning out such Beechers only as the defendant in ques tion, the sooner it is condemned as a wooden-nutmeg establishment the better. —An Anamosa man read an advertise ment in his home paper, headed “Cut this out; it may save your life.” He laid the paper on his lap and at one and the same time cut out the lifesaving par agraph and a square piece the same size out of anew pair of eighteen dollar panta loons. Then instead of pasting the ad vertisement in his hat, he hunted up the man who had it inserted and pasted him one on the snoot. —There is an old story about a clergy man leaving his parrot, squirrel and monkey in a room together, and return ing to find that a terrible tripartite fight had occurred. The feathers had been palled from the back of the parrot, the monkey had lost pieces of flesh from va rious parts of his-body, and the squirrel’s tail had been bitten off. The parrot was perched disconsolately on the baek of a chair, and, upon the entrance of the clergyman, explained in a pitiful tone, “ We’ve had a hell of a time.” Wasn’t the Beecher-Bowen -Tilton three cornered fight of somewhat the same sort? And couldn’t one pf them aptlv use the words of the parrot ? VOL. I--N0.35. The Owl. The most wonderful things about an owl, says Josh Billings, is the solloum importance of the whole kritter, as ho sits on his perch, looking over the world he seems to own. Next to a newly elected Justice of the Peace, seated on the bench, with a poor cuss before him charged with stealing a loaf ov bread, the owl has more r v ami unfathomable wisdom in his face than any thing ancient or modern. I have looked at them half an hour stiddy, until I wuz ashamed ov my im- rf pudens, t > see if they winkt, and I see them do it, , I would thank someone to te T> tAiS, F.t an owl ever does wink, and if nd BeauP how often. This would he a good subjekt for debating society in enny of our college tl Answers to this phenomena, poet paid, respectfully solicited. The owl bilds his nest in sum vast hol low ova tree and lays how many eggs I can’t tell, but somewhere less than a hundred I am sure. This stands to reazon, and rcazon sel dom lies. Owls are not lovly to eat; no matter how you fry them, they resemble in fla vor the meat ov the yaller dog, if enny one knows how they tastes. I don’t. I have shot owls; it’s a good deal like shooting into a feathered pillow; they are full feathered from their toe nails clean up to the base of their bills, and when the feathers are pikt off from them, they shrink as bad as some other things I know ov with cotton all taken out.* Owls are plenty, but I don’t know a this iz enny thing in their favor, Wliat a Georgian Thinks of Texas. “ I lack a good deal of being satisfied * here. Texas as a vast, magnificent coun try, and presents many advantages to men with money; but, the man, who comes to Texas ‘ dead broke,’ e.vpect ing to fill his pocket with ‘shiners’ and be rocked in the lap of prosperity for all time to come, will soon have his air cas tles demolished, and his golden visions ; and ambitious thoughts superseded by gloomy foreboding and seedy appareL The i migration to Texas has been so great for several years past, and so many among them coming without money or any matured plans for their guidance upon their arrival, and finding no em ployment here, that there are thousands hanging around the different towns act ually suffering. This is no fancy sketch, but actual facts, notwithstanding the boast that Texas is a ‘ poor man’s coun try.’ My advice to all young men af flicted with the Texas fever is to work where they are until they have accumu lated two or three thousand dollars, then come, but in no case leave home without enough to carry them back, for without doubt, if they come without money enough to start on their ‘ own hook ' they will sooner or later want to get back. At the first blush he will be en thusiastic over the natural grandeur of the prairies—as he looks out over the waving grass with nothing to intercept his visions for miles—he becomes rapta ously enthusiastic, and thinks be has found the grandest place in the world, hut alas ! for the mutability of human hopes ! he soon finds his admiration of things beautiful will not supply him with things practical, and he soon loses sight of his onthusiam in the struggle for the necessaries of life.” Ax Ohio Casabianca —Rome, Ohio, has a genuine Casabianca. One day re cently a farmer placed a youth of twelve to guard a certain point where they had been “ fighting fire,” which was passing through the woods. The little fellow did not return home at the time expected, and search was made for him, though he was not found until the morning of the following day, when his body was dis covered burnt to a crisp. It is not known how the boy came to perish in the flame*, but the belief has obtained ground that hi regard for his father’s command was so great as to induce him to face the fire until escape was out of the question. If this theory be the correct one, the bow should have a monument,arxl*higboinr'. Young America, it must be regretful \r admitted, does not supply much of ther material for Casabiancas, and a case so exceptional as that o. p the Ohio bor should be made much of, as showingthaf such a thing as filial regard still exists, mm - Not Afraid of Death—A Chf.y enne Warrior's Courage Put to the Test. —At six o’clock yesterday eveuing Ouachita, the wounded Cheyenne Chief at the barracks, seemed to be in a sinking condition. He was drowsy during the' day and ate but one meal. He isa*rx ious as ever to put an end to hi* life. Yesterday one of the officers deterrmned to have a thorough test of the brave'* de sire to die. Taking a musket and stand ing a few paces off he took aim at the warrior. “ Good,” said Ouachita, as he folded his arms and closed his eyes to await the result. After waiting a few moments, he opened his eyes and seemed very much disappointed when he foewd the officer would not shoot him-. Corpo ral Allan, who was stabbed by Ou.K'hit** at Madison Station, was much improved yesterday, and still stronger hopes are entertained of his recevery. —Nasfuriffc ( Term.) Union, May 21. The big squash of Amherst Agricul tural College Farm, which grew so stout ly that it burst several iron sages, and finally lifted 4,120 pounds (and of which a plaster cast is preserved), had enough, roots underground to feed it for its her culean work. An Alabama editor propounds this do mestic conundrum: “ Where will moth ers-in-law sro ?” If we were not afraid to. offer an opinion, we would say, that let alone, they wiil go for their sous-in-law.