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THE OGLETHORPE ECHO ADVERTISEMENTS. First insertion (per inch space) 00 Each subsequent insertion 75 A liberal discount allowed those advertising for a longer period than three months. Card of lowest contract rates can be had on appli cation to the Proprietor. Local Notices 15c. per line first insertion, and 10c. per line thereafter. Tributes of Respect, Obituaries, etc., 50e. per inch. Announcements, $5, in advance. A lOXSTAJrr RC.iDKB. BY PARMKNAS NIX. The overworked scriln: of the “ Mudville Ga- i zette,” Sat wondering—moneyless wight— If his office wouhL’evcr lie cleared of its debt, j With the times so deplorably tight— When the train pof old leather was heard on the stair, And a stranger stepped into the room, Who asked, with the “don’t let me bother yon” air Which the bore is so apt to assume— “ How arc ye ?” The editor rose with a smile And pleasantly yielded his chair — Placed the visitor’s sadly unbeautiful tile (Which exhibited symptoms of wear) On the top of the desk, alongside of his own (A shocking old plug, by the way), And then asked in a rather obsequious tone, “ Can we do anything for you to-day ?” “ No—l jest called to see ye”—the visitor said; “ I’m a friend to the newspaper man.” Here he ran a red handkerchief over his head, And accepted the editor’s fan— “l hev read all the pieces you’ve writ for your sheet, And they are straight to the pint I confess : That ar slap you gin Keyser was sartinly neat — You’re any ornyment, sir, to the press!” “ I am glad you are pleased,” said the writer, “indeed, But you praise me too highly, by far — Just select an exchange that you’re anxious to read, And while reading it try this cigar. By the way, I’ve a melon laid up for a treat, I’ve been keeping it nestled in ice, It’s a beauty, sir, fit for an angel to eat— Now, perhaps, you will relish a slice?” Then the stranger rolled up half a dozen or more Of the choicest exchanges of all Helped himself to the fruit, threw the rinds on the floor, Or flung them at flies on the wall. He assured his new friend that his “pieces were wrote In a manner uncommonly able”— As he wiped his red hands over the editor’s coat That hung at the side of the table. “ >y the way, I neglected to ask you your name,” Said the scribe as the stranger arose ; “That’s a fact,” he replied, “ Abimalcch Bame, You have heard o’ that name, I suppose ? I’m a-livin’out here on the Fiddletown Creek Where I own a good house and a lot; The Gazette gets around to me once every week — I’m the constantest reader you’ve got!” “ Abimalech Bame,” mused the editor, “ B-a-m-e—” (Here his guest begged a chew of his twist) “ I’m sorry to say your mellifluous name Doesn’t happen to honor iny list!” “ ’Sposc not,” was the answer—“ no reason it should, For you see I jine lots w h Bill Prim— He’s a reg’lar subscriber and pays ye in wood, And I hurry your paper o’ him !” ■+ eam Playing Horse. Little Charley Van Anden, who is not quite three years old, resides in San Fran cisco, and is occasionally brought to Pacheco on a visit. He betrays an extra ordinary fondness for horses, and when at home can hardly be kept away from the horses, where he plays with a pet horse without fear, and, as it seems, without danger. He delights in crawl ing beneath the horse and between his feet, while the animal moves only his head, and extends his ears as he watches the child’s gambols. Charley was in town the other day, and toddled off sur reptitiously. When his absence was dis covered he was sought for in alarm, and was finally found in a stable stall with an unbroken and unruly colt. The child had fastened a short rope around a hind leg of the colt, and when found was “ playing boss” with the utmost glee. “ I wouldn't have tried that trick for said the hostler. “If it wasn’t a baby that done it, he'd have been kicked to death, sure.” Well, now, it doe* seem as if horses, like dogs and good-hearted men, are fond of children. Weather ilasims. “ Old Probabilities” has formulated the results of his observations for New England as follows: 1. Asa rule, if the wind touches north east or east for two or three days, it is sure indication of rain*. 2. Dense smoke and haze in early morning portend falling weather. 3. Summer showers of light character often follow two or three days of smoke or haze. 4. Fog, frost, and dew precede rain twenty-four to forty-eight hours, except fog at close of storm. 5. "Wind veering from north or west to south and southeast preceeds falling weather. G. Halos, lunar and solar, also fairly defined and brilliant auroras, precede rain twenty-four to sixty hours. 7. Barometer rising or falling consid erably away from its mean forebodes fall ing weather, subject to the modifying influences of the neighboring ranges of mountains and hills. 8. Precipitation generally follows a rapid influx or efflux of atmosphere. 9. If wind is in southwest and rain sets in, the rain is of short duration and light yield. 10. Banks of watery clouds or heavy haze on south or southeastern horizon in dicates rain. 11. An area of low barometer at or near Fort Monroe, and running up the coast, surely reaches here a a north easter. <T!)i (Ogldl)orpc Cel)©. BY T. L. GANTT. A STRANGE STORY. TIIE OUTRAGE AXB MIRDER <JU TWO SISTERS. a Hair-Breadth Escape from the Gal lows--The Capture Under a Bridge-- A VleMtage that Brought Im Bearer to the Scaffold. On the 2d of June, 1855, an atrocious crime was perpetrated near *he small village of Urpctli, in Northumberland, England. Two girls, named Mary and Lizzie Turnbull, aged respectively twelve and sixteen, left their home, a mile dis tant, to attend school at Urpeth. As they had not returned home by 6 o’clock in the evening, their father and a farm laborer went in search of them. Find ing that they had departed for home at 3 o’clock, the two men made inquiries, and ascertained Trom 'afTbTd woman who lived on the outskirts of the village that she had seen and spoken to them, and they had passed down the road toward home. Mr. Turnbull and his man star ted at once in the same direction, and ex amined the road carefully for any traces of the missing children. About a quar ter of a mile out the highway turned at right angles, and then after two or three hundred yards again turned, and followed its previous course. At the first angle there was a stile and a footpath that ran through the field diagonally, thus cutting off the corner, and affording a short cut to the main road. The children had been forbidden to take this path, as they had been once pursued there by a wild bull Mr. Turnbull resolved to go tKough this short cut, fearing that his girls might have disobeyed him, and met with an accident, or perhaps be held pifsoners by the infuriated amimal al ready spoken of. Passing down into a hollow, where was a stream covered by a small bridge, the farm servant observed something red among the brushes near the water. He directed Turnbull's attention to it, and the two men walked down the bank and among the bushes. An awful spectacle was presented. On the ground lay the body of the eldest girl, Lizzie ; her cloth ing almost torn off her,and her head bat tered in. Two feet from her was the corpse of the younger sister, the tongue protruding, the eyes starting from their sockets, and her throat bearing the mark of a murderous hand. Both girls were dead, and the bodies were still warm. The agonized father gazed on the awful scene with horror, and when further examination showed that both the girls had been outraged, his frantic grief was beyond control. The servant man urged him to subdue his anguish and to take measures at once for the dis covery of the perpetrator or perpetrators of the crime. But it was in vain, and leaving the wretched parent prostrated beside his murdered offspring, the man started for Urpeth, and notified the mag istrate and village authorities. In an hour’s time a hundred strong men and youths were scouring the coun try in pursuit of the murderer. Several persons were arrested under 'suspicion, but when midnight came it was clear that the real criminal was still at liberty. In the meantime the bodies had been moved and an inquest held. Next morn ing the spot where they were"discovered was carefully axamined. Just below, close by the margin of the stream, the girl’s school-books were found, and it was supposed that they had been plaving in the water when their assailant first came upon them. The impression was that one man only had done the deed, as there was no foot-prints to indicate the presence of any one except the two chil dren and another person. It seems clear that the younger girl had just been choked, and that the murderer had then pursued the elder, as the foot-prints showed, along the soft margin of the stream toward the bridge. He had then draged her back to the spot among the bushes, and after a pro tracted struggle—for her clothes were torn in shreds—thrown her down and ravished her. Close by lay a boulder,all bloody and covered with hair, with it the wretch had smashed in the poor child’s skull, whether before or after the outrage was uncertain. It was supposed that af ter he accomplished his object on his first victim, he had sought to revive the younger girl by throwing water over her face, as the upper part of her clothing was saturated. Having satisfied his lust on the half-dead victim, he completed the catalogue of his crimes by grasping her throat with his accursed hand and strangling her. Officers from Newcastle were on the spot the morning after the murder, and made a thorough investigation into all the facts connected with it. Their theo ry was fhat the perpetrator was a tramp, whom chance bad brought to the spot, and who was, perhaps, resting near by when the girls strolled down to the water to play. Inquiries were made all around and every place was searched where a fugative from jnstice would be likely to hide. Late in the evening of June 31, as a farmer was passing down the road near by the scene of the murder, he heard the scratching and saw the flash of a match under the stone bridge which crossed the stream on the main road. At first he supposed that it must be the officers, who were still searching around for some clew to the perpetrator of the recent tragedy, but a second thought showed him that it was not likely that they would be around for such an object in the darkness. On CRAWFORD, GEORGIA, FRIDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 3, 1875. reaching Urpeth, the man mentioned the j circumstance, and it soon reached the ears of the detectives who were staying in the village. Three officers were speed ily on their way to the bridge, which one of them crossed. The other two de scended to the stream and passed within the buttress, in which there was a deep recess. The officer made a signal from the opposite side of the water. At the same moment, he threw the light of his bull’s-eye across the stream, and simul taneously the other two officers flung the light of their lanterns full on the buttress so that the recess under the bridge was completely illuminated. On the ground lay a man apparently fast asleep, wrap ped in a soldier’s overcoat. The officers, after regarding him for a few seconds, stood one on each side and aroused him. He started up, and, on seeing two men standing over him with revolvers, gave a cry of alarm, and crouched like a He proved to be a traveling gla zier,and had with him his tools and stock in-trade. He at first thought the men wanted to rob him, but was soon reas sured on that score. When informed that he was in the custody of the officers of the law, he became greatly alarmed. On reaching the village he was searched, and there was found on him a leather belt, which was identified as having be longed to one of the murdered girls. His clothes were stained with fresh blood, and his right fingers were crushed and the flesh was torn. He denied all knowl edge of the dreadful deed that had been done near the spot where he was found concealed, but the general feeling was that the guilty perpetrator had been secured. The bruises on his hand were supposed to have been received while beating the head of liis unfortunate vic tim with the boulder. The man gave his name as Smalley, and said that he received the bruises from which the blood on his clothes came, by the falling of a sash, where he put in a pane of glass at a farm-house, the location of which, however, he could not As far as he could say it was about four mites away, and lay on a - cross-road. He came from Alnwick, he said, on the day of the murder, and put in the glass at a farm-house on tlie afternoon of that day. His hand, he said, caused him much pain, and shortly .before dusk, on reaching the bridge he took refuge in the buttress, and bad remained there ever since, having been too unwell from tlie effects of liis accident to travel. His sto ry was regarded as a pure invention, and his statement that he had found the belt in the recess where he took refuge, was regarded as utterly absurd. Smalley was examined and committed for trial. He was too poor to employ council, and a neighboring attorney out of charity undertook his defense. This gentleman searched the entire district to find the farm-house where Smalley said he put in a window, and caused every residence for mites around to be visited. All was in vain, and the council himself began to doubt the man’s story. Affairs remained in this state until within a week of the Assizes at which Smalley was to be tried. It now becomes necessary to relate a very remarkable story. Mr. Maydon, the gluzier’s council, w'as a bachelor. His only domestic was an elderly woman. One night he returned to his roonTearly, and sat at the open window smoking a ci gar. It was a moonlight night, and the law r yer could see everything 'in the garden which lay between his house and the road. Shortly after 10 o’clock he was startled by hearing his name called below the window. On looking out, he saw a man standing on the garden walk, look ing toward the window. As the lawyer put out his head the stranger said : “ Are you Mr. Maydon?” “ That is my name,” was the reply. You are wanted down at the Ferry House (a hotel near the ferry over the river Alne) immediately,” the man said. “ A gentleman there is desirous of seeing you about the story told by the man Smalley.” “ I’ll come at once,” the lawyer said, and he put on a coat, saddled a horse, and brought it rouud to the front. He looked around for the messenger, but he was gone. Mr. Maydon rode to the Ferry House, and found there a stranger to supper. Mr. Maydon introduced himself, and said he supposed the stranger knew why he came. The stranger laughed, and said: “ Glad to see you, Mr. Maydon, but I have no more idea what you can want with me than Noah.” Mr. Maydon was, in his turn,surprised, and explained to the gentleman, the cause of his being there. “ I have heard of the horrible crime,” the gentleman said, “ and I know it was committed on the very day I quitted this neighborhood last summer, where I had been on a fishing trip ; but beyond the mere fact of the crime, I know nothing.” “ The messenger said you could give information respecting the story told by the accused man,” the lawyer said in be wilderment. “ I don’t know anything about his sto ry,” was the reply, “ but if you will sit down and join me in a glass of wine, I shall be glad to hear it.” The lawyer related the particulars of the outrage and murder, the arrest of Smalley, and the story told by him. When*the lawyer reached that part of it which related to the glazier's having received his bruises when putting in R pane of glass at a farm-house in the neighborhood, the stranger became sud denly interested, and at length exclaim ed : “ Good God ! why that is the truth, as sure as you live. I staid at Mr. El liot’s farm (where I am going now for the shooting) fora fortnight during the sum mer, for the purpose of fishing in the Alne, and the very day I quitted the place I accidentally broke a pane in the parlor window. None of the family were about at the time, and by what I consid ered luck a glazier came up to the house, and seeing me in the window called for a job. I remembered the broken pane, and directed him to put it in. lie did so, but when he was putting back the sash it dropped on his hand and crushed his fingers severely. I took him int the kitchen, but everybody was in the hay-field. So I got him some water, and a piece of cloth to bind up his hand. Then I gave him a crown piece, and he left the place. The astonishment of the lawyer cannot be described. The stranger was equally surprised. Who was the mysterious mes senger ? When the trial came on, the court room was crowded. The prosecution made a very strong ease, and council em ployed by Mr. Maydon opened for the defense. Mr. Curzon, tlie gentleman to whom Mr. Maydon had been so mysteri ously introduced, gave his testimony. The court, the bar and the audience were astonished. The case went to the jury, and the prisoner was acquitted without the jury leaving their seats. After the trial, the prisoner’s counsel, Mr. Curzen and the Judge conversed to gether on the remarkable evidence dis closed. Mr. Curzon said that no one at the farm,Jso far as he knew, was aware that a window had been broken or anew pane put in ; hence the vain search for evidence to corroborate theglazer’s story. The conversation then turned on Mr. Maydon’s mysterious visitor, who invited him to the interview at the river with Mr. Curzon. “ There have been cases,” said the Judge, “in which the guilty man has performed a similar office, and saved the life of a man wrongly convicted of a crime.” “ That is true,” was the response from the lawyer, “but who was there that could possibly know anything of the bro ken pane or the glazier’s employment?” “ Mr. Curzon,” asked the Judge, “was there any one near you at the time that could possibly know of the glazier’s be ing employed by you to put in that bro ken pane?” “ Now I think of it,” Mr. Curzon re plied, “ when I returned to the parlor af ter binding up the glazier’s hand ano’dis missing him, I found a helper from the stables of the Ferry House waiting to carry down my valice and tackle. The window sash had not been replaced, tnd I related to the helper the circumstance of my breaking the glass and finding a glazier almost at my elbow, and of his having received a bad hurt by the fall ing of the sash. Then I asked him to replace the sash, which he did.” “ That, Mr. Maydon,” the Judge slid, “is a very important statement. It may turn out that the helper is your mysteri ous messenger, and the man who ought to have stood where the glazier did—in the fellon’s dock.” The circumstance was too remarkable al together to be overlooked, and the same night the helper, whose name was Waller Herries, was arrested at his mother's house in Urpeth. When asked to ic count for his whereabouts on the day of the murder, he did so down to 2 o’clotk on the day when he placed Mr, Curzoi’s luggage on the ferryboat. He first sad he was at the Ferry House until late n the evening, but that was satisfactorily disproved. Then he said he was at hone with his mother ; but it was shown thit his mother went that afternoon to a neighboring village, and left the key f her little cottage with a neighbo 1 , and that she did not return till after i. Herries, though little over nineteen, had already been in prison for theft, and wts regarded as a bad youth. His mothers cottage was searched, and concealed ii the thatch were found a jacket and shir, stained with blood. His shoes also ex actly corresponded with the foot-print; on the margin of the stream, the dimen sions of winch had been taken. Tin young man stoutly asserted his innocence, but he was indicted, tried, found guilty, and sentenced to death. Before the ex ecution of the last sentence of the law, Herries admitted his guilt. On return ing home, after having carried Mr. Cur zon’s baggage to the ferry, he took a bv- path up the stream. As it was a close afternoon he resolved to bathe, and went to a pool about twenty yards above the spot where the girls’ bodies w’ere found. When he was in tne water ne heard the girls’ voices, and by glancing throughj the foliage could see their forms. His ! passions were inflamed, and quitting the water he hastily dressed himself and passed unperceived to where his victims were. When they first saw him they were very much alarmed, and the elder fled toward the bridge. He seized the younger by the throat and threw her to the ground, senseless. Then he followed the elder, who ran round the buttress of the bridge into the recess already de scribed. There he captured her, and im the struggle her belt was torn off. la this spot, by threats and he forced the girl to submit to his embraces. Then he led her up toward where her sis ter was. The latter had recovered, and was making an effort to rise. Herries struck her with his fist and knocked her over. The elder sister struggled to get free, and uttered heartrending shrieks. There was a terrible struggle between them, and Herries seized the boulder and battered in the girl’s skull. By means of water copiously sprinkled on her face, the young girl was restored to concious ness, only to be subjected to outrage. She struggled and fought bravely, and the wretch Herries seized her by the throat and strangled her. Herries, after perpetrating this four fold crime, took off his coat, the sleeve of which was bloody, and flung it care lessly over his shoulder, hiding the bloody sleeve and the bloody shirt at the same time. Then he walked up to the bridge and climbed to the main road. He had no fear of detection, for the road, both ways, was open to his inspection during the whole of the time occupied in perpe trating his atrocities. He walked leis urely into the village, no one taking any notice of him, as it had been bis custom to come home at about that time every day for two years. Herries was hanged at Alnwick, in May, 1856. Houston Fifty Years Ago. The Houston Home Journal of last week, publishes the following reminiscen ces of the first and second Superior Courts held in that county: The first Superior Court met at the black-smith shop of Mr. James Everett, one of the earliest settlers of the county, and a large Indian trader, who resided at “ Fox Valley,” a name which was lately converted into Fort Valley, lion. Thomas W. Harris presided. After draw ing jurors for next term Court adjourned. Judge Hiram Warner, now Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of Georgia, was one of the lawyers in attendance upon the second session of the Superior Court of Houston county, on the 25th of Novem ber, 1822, and is said to give substantially the following account £of it: The court was held by Judge Eli S. Shorter of the Ocmulgee Circuit, at the house of one Little, some seven or eight miles from Perry (on the plantation now owned by J. M. Davis). Little was known by the fact that he was a Justice of the Peace and always, even when subscribing a note of hand or a letter, attached those cabalis tic initials to the end of his name. His office “ magnified” him, and holding the court at his house was the grandest event of his life. He was most obsequious in his attention to Judge Shorter, while not neglectful of the members of the Bar, some eighteen in number. The dwelling of Little was a two-roomed or “ double pen” log house—connected by a hall or passage, open at both ends. One room was covered with boards, contained but one bed, and was occupi dby the J. P. and his spouse, neither “ fair” nor “ fat”, but decidedly unfascinatingjin heqappear ance ; indeed, hard-favored. The court sat in the other room of the house, which was uncovered, except by the blue sky. In one corner of this chamber was a bar* rel of whiskey, with faucet inserted ready for drawing. Judge Shorter took his seat in front of this barrel and leaned his chair against it, intending thereby to stop the drinking, at least while the court was sit ting. The business of the court was not finished the first day, and owing to the sparseness of the population, the Judge and Par were compelled to spend the night there, and share the simple room of the family with Mr. and Mrs. Little. The evening was spent around the huge log fire, and was enlivened by the wit and humor, anecdote and reminiscences, which the legal gentry know so well how to employ. At bed time Mrs. Little began to “ make down” pallets on the floor in the room to supply the place of beds. This duty was nearly completed when Mr. Little approaching Judge Shor ter, and rubbing his hands in apologeti cal style, remarked, “ Judge, we have but one bed, as you see. The lawyers can sleep on the pallets. You can occupy the bed with the old lady and turning to Mrs. Little said ; “ Nevermind, honey, the Judge won’t hurt you ; you can just turn your back to the Judge.” Where upon the Judge looked serious, and all the Bar except Warner rushed out of the room to indulge their risibility with free dom. Judge Shorter, with dignified com posure, first cast a look at the bed, then scrutinized closely the form and features of Mrs. Little, and finally, with great suavity, replied: “ Mr. Little, don’t trouble yourself; I believe I’ll try it on the floor with the boys.” Warner rapidly joined the rest of the bar outside. Judge Shorter had “ caved,” and for the first time in his life had failed to show his ap preciation of the charms of femininity. The Chief Justice was much younger than now, and his features are said to have been much more pleasing on that occasion than they are fifty years since when read ing his dissenting opinions on homestead and relief laws. —The report that young Bennett is to marry a Spanish beauty, Miss Yznaga del Valle, has been pretty well authen ticated, and seven or eight European princesses are crying their eye3 out. The sister of King Alfonso was at one time negotiating for an alliance with the house of Bennett, and Princess Thyra, sister of the Princess of Wales, had her hopes, but James was always caouspirci. VOL II—NO. 9. BRIEFLETS. The World In a Xut .Shell-Latest \m. —A girl in South Carolina has four legs. A 9-year old M isconsin girl weighs 165£ pounds. —By January Ist, trains will run to Hot Springs, Ark. —Brick Pomeroy, that red-hot Demo crat, is “ busted.” —There will be forty-seven farmers in the next Ohio Legislature. —Ohio proposes sending a youth of 117 summers to the Centennial. —A Kansas editor has been shown a squash that weighed 149 pounds. —Sergeant Bates is now on a tramp through Canada with more flag than money. —Apropos to Poe’s monument a poet wrote, “He asked for bread and he re ceived a stone.” —Between this time and January 1 there are to be twenty-three men hanged in various parts of the country. —At a theatre in Montreal a play has been produced which is a dramatization f the Passion and the Crucifixion. —Fighting the rebellion over again—- one George B. McClellan has been arres ted in Philadelphia for an assault on J. Davis. —Rats that live in granaries are said by professional rat-catchers not to be poisonous, while those which feed on re fuse meat inflict painful wounds. —Some brute in human form sent a Louisville man a letter containing small pox scabs, which pestilential missive was opened in the presence of his family. —One of the causes for a recent rail road “accident” in South Carolina was the fact that both the conductor and en gineer of one of the trains were drunk. —The proposed tunnel from England to France, work upon which has com menced at the French end, will be 1G miles long and 250 feet below the bed of thesca. —A high Uhlan officer of the Prussian guards has been sentenced to a year and a half imprisonment in a military fortress for being married to a young lady who was not of noble birth. —The champion pie-eater of America has been discovered at Molirsville, Pa. He contracted to eat an apple pie, thirty inches in circumference, in ten bites, and actually devoured it in eight. —The maddest man in Wisconsin is John Leigh. He was a candidate for member of the Assembly, and being a conscientious man, voted for his oppo nent, who was elected by one majority. —A water-spout at Harker’s Island, N. C., struck the dwelling of Mrs. Gas kill, a widow, totally destroying it, kill ing four of her children, wounding an other, and swept the sixth—a baby— away. —Some wonderful vegetable produc tions have lately been brought to light in Michigan, among others a buttonwood tree measuring twelve feet, an elm four teen feet, and a grape-vine fifteen inches in diameter. -—Thirty-eight male adults were re cently converted to the Jewish religion in New York. They were converted by ladies, who immediately embraced in matrimonial fashion the men who em braced their views. —A picture of Gilbert Hunt, the color ed black-smith, who saved the lives of a number of persons at the burning of the Biehmond Theater, December 215, 1811, has been placed in the State Library of Virginia. The Show of Hands. In his volume on the “ Mysteries of the Hand,” M. Desbarrolles divides hands into three sorts—the first sort having fin gers with pointed tops ; the second, fin gers with spade-shaped tops—by “ spade shape” is meant fingers that are thick at the end, having a little pad of flesh at each side of the nail. The first type of fingers belongs to characters possessed of rapid insight into things—to extra-sen sitive people ; too pious people, whose piety is of the contemplative kind ; to the impulsive, and to all poets and artists, whose ideality is a prominent trait. The second type belongs to scientific people; to sensible, self-contained characters, to most of our professional men, who steer between the whollow practical course that they of the spade-shaped fingers take, and the too visionary bent of the people with pointed fingers. The third type pertains to those whose instincts are material; to the people who have a genius for commerce, and a high appreciation of everything that tends to bodily ease and comfort; also to people of great activity. Each finger, no matter what the kind of hand, has one joint representing each of these. Thus, the division of the finger which is nearest the palm stands for the body (and corresponds with the spade shaped type), the middle division repre sents mind (the square-topped), the top, soul (the pointed). If the top joint of the finger be long, it denotes a character with much imagination or ideality, and a lean ing toward the theoretical rather than the practical. The middle part of the finger, if large, promises a logical calculating mind—a common sense person. The re maining joint, if long and thick, denotes a nature that clings more to the luxuries than the refinements oflife. THE OGLETHORPE ECHO BUBacßmo. ONE YEAR $8.0(1 81X MONTIIB 1.00 THREE MONTHS 90 CLUB RATES. FIVE COPIES or less than 10, each... 1.79 TEN COPIES or more, each 1.50 Teems—Cash in advance. No paper sant nntil money received. All pajK*rs it appeal at expiration of time; unless renewed, DEVILTRIES. The Bacfcat, I.nte*t itnd Beet Wltfelsm*. —Fashionable ladies' resemble a pen cil covered with raiment. —“ Let’s retire thirty centa of the re deemable,” is the way they *ask a friend to drink now. —A New England paper aays : When you kill a printer you make an angel. Suppose he should be the devil ? —At one of the colored churches In Columbus, the other night, a woman screamed, “ Glory ! Ise jest like soda wa ter! Iso b’ilin’over I” —“My native city has treated me bad ly,” said a drunken vagabond, “but I love her still.” “ Ihrobably,” replied a gentleman, “ her still is all that you do> love.” —“ Sixteen drams make one drunk,” mused an Athens clerk as he tried to open the store door with his watch key. “ But hang me if I remember the rest of the table." — “ Cheap China ware, but warranted to wash,” is the way a Western paper speaks of the Chinese women who were recently sold in San Francisce at ten cents a head. — One of the things that will always be a mystery is a woman’s ability to hold a pound of pins in her moftth when that receptacle can’t hold a piece of cake larger than a thimble. —Bearded ladies arc becoming numer ous ; but no young lady should have a beard on her face unless the roots of said beard belong to a young man—and then only in rare instances. — “Say, Johnny,” remarked rfNew Jersey boy, “ we’re going to have bread puddin’ most all next week. Father’s an elder and has all the bread that’s left over after Communion Sunday.” — A lightning-rod man proposed to Superintendent Johnson that he allow him to place rods on the passenger coach es on the Georgia road, as they were the best and most honest conductors yet dis covered. — You cat’n depend on Kansas flour. A loaf of bread passed into Leavenworth jail contained two files, a knife, a bottle of acid and a roll of money. A country that grows such wheat as that cannot expect to get aheud very fast. —A St. Louis editor says of a'coi* temporary: “If Colonel Grosvenor had been editing a newspaper some eighteen centuries back, he would have stolen the manuscript of the Sermon on the Mount and suppressed it, in the interest of Pon tius Pilate, for a dollar.” -—The headquarters for literature just now are the drug stores. The boy who doesn’t bring home at least ten medical almanacs, and read aloud marvelous cures of fever sores to his father who is eating supper, is not much of a boy, al' though safe from a cuffing. —Two lovers of Wilmington, 111., have fallen out. The girl was about to marry another young man, when the' former suitor replevined a sewing ma chine he had given her. She responded by suing him for the value of meals eat en at her house, and now he has sued her for the time occupied in courting her. —“ I never took much to poetry,” said a young physician, as he lounged back in his chair, “until I started to see that Johnson girl, and now I’ll be doggoned if I don’t turn even my anatomy into the heart-softening stuff, and find a charm in every line of rhyme I see.” He fur ther informed us that he intended to fos ter and cultivate this newly acquired taste. even after marriage. —A Texas editor dreampt he went to hell and had lots of fun. In an extra division, ten times hotter than the main part, a lot of editors had old Hannibal Hamlin tied to a stake, and were danc ing around him with large bundles of paper containing the postal law for extra payment on newspapers, with which they kept feeding the flames. In anoth er apartment, ten times hotter than old Hannibal’s, a crowd of slave-owners had old Abe Lincoln brought up to a whiter heat with emancipation proclamations. —A drag, driven by an elegantly at tired lady, with a trim and neatly dress ed colored boy perched on the footman’s scat, was passing through the streets, when it was espied by an old negre wo man. “ Bress de fjord,” she exclaimed, raising her hands as she spoke, “ Bresa de Lord, I never ’spected to see dat. Wonder what dat culled young gemman pays dat young white ’oman fur drivin, dat kerridge ? I know’d it’d come, but never spected to lib to see it. Dis nigga’s ready to go ’way now.” —A good story is told on Wallpole, a Mississippi editor, who was a candidate for office at the recent election in that State, lie was most assiduous in his at tentions, on his electioneering tours, to the ladies, and made it his bounden du ty to fondle and compliment all babiecu His . opponent, who was also traveling with him, seeing the ground that the editor wa3 gaining by this manoeuvre, took this plan of curing him: When Wallpole would take a child from its mother, his opponent would quietly re mark, “ Hurry up, old fellow, I want to electioneer with the little dear awhile and then he would recount to the mother how many children the candidates had worn out during the campaign by mere ly handling them.