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II I KK All !
“ FRANK O’LEARY.”
'Tin not worth while to fret and cry
O’er what we cannot mend,
And wear our puny strength away
In trying stones to bend.
Our milk upon the ground may fall—
The pigs can drink it up;
Then let us beat a brave tattoo
Upon the empty cup.
The rotten bridge no doubt will break—
Yet still one plank can float,
And bear us o’er the muddy stream
■ As safely as a boat.
Or if we should a ducking get,
Our draggled plumes can dry ;
Then bravely shake thy feathers out
And do not pause to cry.
The hunter oft may miss his aim—
The herd may from him run—
But do not let him play the fool
And throw away his gun ;
For e'er he quit the wooded height
His wretched lack may change,
And bring the noblest game of all
Within his rifle’s range.
If on the ground we howling sit,
When e’er the east wind blows,
The only thing we can expect
AY ill be a swollen nose.
But if we bravely move along,
Nor heed the chilling blast,
Our trouble we may leave behind—
The wind must change at last.
The let the milk deluge the ground,
The tottering bridge give way—
The flitting bird elude thy grasp,
And black winds round thee play—
Keep bravely ou, the storm must end—
On bank of Hope still draw,
And change thy craven tears, my friend,
Into a glad Hurrah !
Written for the Echo.]
THE BABY.
Oh, papa, do give me my baby !
Oh, Willie, don’t toss her up so !
There ! there I! O, I know you’ll kill her !
Stop Willie! Oh, don’t let her go !
Now why did you give her the candy ?
Just look at her pretty blue sack ;
Don’t hump her up so ou your shoulder I
See, Willie—you’re breaking her back.
Ilcr dress was so white and so pretty.
O, where on the earth has she been?
Now, Willie, you see it is smutty :
Her dress is not lit to be seen.
Aud where is her pretty striped stocking?
And shoe ? On the ground, I declare!
Bad papa! See, Willie, she’s pouting.
Oh, Willie! you’re spoiling her hair.
Now come to your mother, my darling;
Bad papa]: he spoilt baby’s curl.
W hat! clinging to papa and frowning ?
Not coming? You sweet, naughty girl.
She’s throwing a kiss to her mama!
My beauty, my angel, my pet—-
Now come—what a treasure is baby.
Dear Willie, her tooth makes her fret.
A pin must be sticking my laby—
'Tis colic that makes her cry;
Go, Will, get some drops for the baby;
You’re laughing—l see by your eye.
Then take her, but don’t crush the rutiles,
And don’t sit her down on the floor;
I’ll smooth out my dross and my ringlets,
For someone is now at the door.
Now go to your office, bad papa.
Stop, Willie ! you must not eomc late—
And buy me a me a cake that is frosted—
The rolls will be ready by eight.
Aunt Mary and mother are coining.
They said they were comiug to tea;
So Willie, come home very early,
To take care of baby for me.
The Man Who Came to Us.
There could be no fitter story to read
as we sit about the fire than that of the
loss of the Waterwitch, which comes to
us from Conception bay. Five ship
wrecked people find themselves at mid
night clinging to a frozen rock, the
waves dashing over them incessantly,
while above them tower gigantic peaks.
There is no escape for them; below is
the sea ; it is impossible to climb those
precipices, sheeted with ice. The fisher
men of a poor village, having been rous
ed by others of the crew, collect at the
top ot the rocks, the good clergyman at
their head. In the darkness and driving
storm they can see nothing, only hear
the faint cries in the abyss below. There
is no way to help the shipwrecked peo
ple unless some man will be lowered to
carry them a rope at the almost certain
risk of deat h. The man offers himself—
a rough fisherman, Alfred Aloores by
name. Three times he swung down into
the terrible chasm and was brought
back exhausted; the fourth he reaches
the crew, and after long effort they are
one by one carried safely to the top, and !
so to the houses of the friendly fisher
men to be warmed and cured.
The fisherman is roused out of his
sleep at the dead of night to look into a
black abyss and to hear human voices.
That is all; he cannot even see whether
they are men or women there below,
struggling with death; he does not know
from what part of the world they came;
they are strangees —nothing to him.
Nothing but brothers ; and he takes his
life in his hand and offers it for them.
W e are quite sure, as we read the story,
that this poor laborer on the coast of
Newfoundland is a brother to us all;
and we believe that the Master, “ look
ing on the man, loved him.”
Poisoned by Matches.
An old man in Baltimore, who has
been a great favorite with children, gave
three little girls some small cakes, which
he had carried in his pocket. After eat
ing the cakes the girls were taken very
ill, and one of them died before a physi
cian arrived. The lives of the others
were saved by a prompt use of emetics.
On going to the old man’s room he was
found dead in his bed. An examination
of his pocket showed that he had carried
matches with the cakes, and the phos
phorus had poisoned them,
BY T. L. GANTT.
A SLIGHT MISTAKE.
My brother and I are twins. There ]
can be no mistake about that, for our
likeness to each other is so great that it
is positively unpleasant to our friends
and ourselves. The celebrated Corsican
Brothers were not more like than we are;
that is, as far as personal appearance
goes, beyond that Jim and I are utterly
dissimilar. For instance, I am fond of
trade, Jim hates it; I have a great dis
like to horse-racing, Jim dotes upon what
he pleases to call “ the Turf;” I avoid
danger to such an extent that I have
heard some uncharitable people call my
caution cowardice ; now, nothing pleases
my brother more than running risks ; 1
am quiet and peaceable to a fault, while
Jim is always up to mischief, and con
stantly in hot water; in other words, two
creatures more alike in features aud un
like in character never existed.
Of course this likeness caused us no
end of trouble. Many and many a time
have I had to answer for Jim’s faults.
If he robbed the orchard, I was sure to
be beaten for it, although I detested un
ripe fruit, and therefore could not share
in the plunder for which I had to pay the
penalty.
For all that, we were the bestof friends
and always ready to assist each other in
any way we could, aud, in spite of all
the annoyances, never quarrelled.
At the age of fourteen Jim and I were
apprenticed to a butterman, who resided
in Acton. Of course I was the master’s
favorite, for I stuck well to business,
while Jim spent all bis leisure time with
the men from the training stubles, and
took more interest in making up a bet
ting-book than in serving the customers.
When we had served our time I deter
mined to start in business, and asked my
brother to join me, but he would not
listen to my proposal.
“ No, no, Dick,” he said, “ I’ve done
with butter and bacon forever—that is,
except, for breakfast or tea. I intend
going in for horse-racing. I have alrea
dy put a few pounds on the Derby, and
lam now busy making up a book for
Ascot.”
In vain I tried to persuade him to give
up the idea; he was determined, and
when Jim had made up his mind noth
ing could make him alter it. I was very
sorry, for I looked upon Jim as entirely
lost; for, in my opinion, betting meant
bankruptcy, both in cash and honor.
However, I trusted that Jim would soon
see .the folly of his ways, and would be
glad to join me in my shop. I pictured
to myself the happiness I should feel
when that moment arrived (for that my
shop would fail never entered my
thoughts more than it did that Jim
would ever make a fortune by betting, as
he has since done,) and became almost
anxious for the news that my .brother
had lost his money.
It was a proud day for me when I first
opened my shop on High street, White
chapel ; my bosom heaved with delight
at the sight of my first customer, who,by
the way, only bought an ounce of butter;
but it was but the commencement of the
gigantic trade I intended to do ; and
therefore I was happy. As the day ad
vanced my trade increased, and at night,
when I counted the contents of my till,
I found that I had every reason to con
gratulate myself, and therefore, in a
luckless hour, determined to smoke a
pipe and have a glass in the parlor of a
neighboring public house. Accordingly
I put on my hat and started off, and in a
few minutes I was comfortably seated in
the snug parlor, puffing my tobacco and
quafing my ale.
The company was neither numerous
nor select, being mostly composed of
butchers, a set of men of whom I have
rather a horror, I don’t know why. They
are highly useful, and, I have no doubt,
honest set of men ; but all people have
their antipathies, and butchers are one
of mine. However I disguised my feel
ings, and joined in the conversation,
hoping thereby to make myself agreea
ble to the company, among whom were
many of my neighbors.
How I did it I cannot tell, but by some
means I managed to offend a big, hulk
ing fellow, whom I recognized as the
owner of a butcher’s shop exactly facing
my establishment. I tried all I could to
soothe the monster, but he glared at me
like an ogre, and made such very strong
remarks that I thought it better to keep
silent, hoping thereby to let the storm
blow' over. Vain hope the butcher being
unable to speak to me, in consequence of
my silence, vented his malice by speak
ing at me. He complained about trades
men shop i opposition to
the old ones declaring chat he had been
made quite sick by some bad butter that
he had seen that day ; and hoped that
when the inspector of weights and meas
ures visited the neighborhood, that he
w'ould look after some shopkeepers in
particular, for he, Mr. Grote, had
watched one fellow tampering with his
weights and scales all day.
I knew that he meant me, for I certainly
amused myself in the intervals of serving
my customers by polishiug up my scales
and weights, and as I saw by their looks
that the company knew that the wretch
intended me, I had no help for it but to
reply.
“ Sir,” said I, in the most conciliatory
manner possible, “I am exceedingly sorry
that I should unwittingly offeud you,
as it appears I have done ; but I cannot
fail to see that your observations are evi
dently intended for me.”
“If the cap fits, you may wear it,”
grinned the brute. “ I shan’t mention
names, to give any one the opportunity
of getting the law 7 of me; I ain’t so green.”
“ The cap does not fit,” I replied, “for
I beg to say that my butter is excellent,
my scales just, and that your accusations
are entirely false.”
With a howl of rage, the brute sprang
from his seat and dashed his pipe in my
face. Luckily two of his companions
seized him, so that I was able to make my
escape from the room ; but as I fled I
could hear him vociferating, “ Come on,
you coward—let me go —yah ! you eur!”
and so on, until I had left the house.
From that moment my life was one of
misery. That horrid wretch Grote would
not let me alone; he teased me morning,
noon and night, until I became the
laughing-stock of the neighborhood, and
consequently, my trade fell off until ruin
seemed to stare me in the face. My
neighbors avoided me as if I had the
plague, and some went so far as to join
the butcher in annoying me, so that at
last I became frightened to go out, and
passed my evenings in the little parlor
behind my shop, making up my books.
One night, while I was so engaged, a
CRAWFORD, GEORGIA, FRIDAY MORNING, JANUARY 28, 1876.
ring came at the bell. I opened the door,
and a man, clad in a long cloak, the col
lar of which was turned up so as to con
ceal liis face, rushed into the passage, a
proceeding I no sooner remarked than I
immediately prepared to rush into the
street, for I cannot bear burglars ; but
before I could execute my purpose the
fellow caught me by the shoulder, and,
in tones that froze my very blood, whis
pesed in my ear :
“ Don’t be a fool Dick ; come in and
shut the door, or I shall be seized.”
“ Jim !” I stammered. “ What is the
matter?”
“ Shut the door, and come in the par
lor ; then I will tell you.”
I did as he commanded, and then I
waited impatiently for the explanation of
this sudden and mysterious visit.
“ Phew !” said Jim, as he threw off his
cloak, “ I’ve had a narrow escape.”
“ But how have you had an escape ?
and from what have you escaped?”
“ Dick,l am ruined,” cried my brother,
throwing himself into a chair. “ I backed
the wrong horse for the St. Leger, and
have lost all my money.”
“ I knew you would, Jim,” I said, “ I
knew you would. But it’s no use crying
over spilt milk, as the proverb says; you
must come and share with me, though
Heaven knows that I have not much to
offer you, for the horrid batcher has near
ly ruined me.”
“ You’re a good fellow, Dick ; but‘l
have w'orse new 7 s still. You must know
that I had a thousand pounds placed in
my hands to buy horses for a gentleman.
So convinced was I that Vonderdecken
would win this race,' that I not only put
my money on him, but also that which I
had in trust. I have lost all, and have
had to fly to avoid the police.”
The frightful news so overcome me
that I could only wring my hands and
exclaim :
“ O, what is to be done ? what is to be
done?”
_ “ This is what must be done,” said
Jim, in a hurried wffiisper ; “ you must
take my clothes and my name, and I will
take yours in exchange ; you must go
down to Acton to my rooms, aud I carry
on your business here. Do you see?”
“ Yes, I see; but the police may arrest
me by mistake.”
“Of couurse they will; thats the
beauty of the thing. I expect to make a
hatful of money over the next race, and
when I have done that I shall show up,
declare that the whole affair has been a
mistake; either pay the thousand pounds
or buy the horses ; you may be released,
and can bring an action for damages for
false imprisonment.”
“ Yes, that’s all very well, Jim ; but
suppose you should not win all this mon
ey ?”
“ Nonsense, my dear fellow 7 ; I must
win it. It’s as safe as the bank.” .
“ Yes, but so was Vanderdecken.”
“O, bother Vanderdecken 1 I tell
you I must win; besides, should I fail, I
bolt over to France; then you prove your
identity, they must release you, and there
you are.”
“ Yes, but in the meantime I shall be
in prison.”
“ Not necessarily; you must keep close
and then, perhaps, they may not find you.
I will give you a letter to my friend, Bob
Kirby—you are shore to find him at the
“ Bit and Bridle”—and he will tell you
what to do. You must not write to me
here. Bob will do all the writing, and
let you know how things are going. Now 7 ,
come and let us change clothes; there is
not a moment to loose, or you will be too
late for the train.”
“ But, my business ?” I gasped, for I
did not like the job at all.
“Oil can take care of that; you know
I understand the trade.”
“ But the butcher?”
“ I must put up with him, I suppose,”
said Jim, looking rather blue. “Of
course it is not pleasant; but nothing is
in this world, and, as you have stood his
insults for so long a time, I suppose I
shall be able to bear it for a little while.
There is the letter ; new off with your
clothes and put on mine.”
How Jim did it I can’t say, but in less
than a quarter of an hour I was dressed
in his clothes, and turned out of my own
house.
I crept along the road trembling at the
sight of a policeman, and wondering at
the little notice they took of me. I
reached the train in safety, and arrived
at Acton without being arrested.
I found the “ Bit and Bridle” and Bob
Kirby, to wliom I delivered the letter.
He read it,and at once took me to Jim’s
rooms, advising me not to move there
from if I valued my liberty. Need I say
that I felt very uncomfortable, and obey
ed his orders to the letter.
Ou the second night after my arrival
in Acton, Air. Kirby came to my rooms
and told me I must prepare to start for
London at once.
“ Y"ou must take care you are not seen,”
be continued ; “ for if you were caught
now things would be very awkward. Tell
Jim he must come down here at once;
he had better walk down, for the trains
may be w T atched. If he can get down
without being seen, all will be well; but
if not, I fear they will make it a case of
conspiracy.”
O, how 7 bitterly I repented having con
sented to leave my butter-shop ? for all
things considered, the police were to be
worse than the butcher. By keeping my
self a strict prisoner in my ow r n house, I
could avoid the butcher; but there was
no safety from the police.
With a beating heart I crept up to my
own shop, aud knocked gently at the
door, which was opened directly by Jim,
to whom I delivered my dreadful mes
sage.
“ I must be off at once, Dick,” he said;
“we must change clothes directly. You
will be all right, for I have made every
one believe I was you. I made a capital
tradesman, after all. I’ve sent your bus
iness up wonderfully.”
“ I am very glad to hear it, Jim ; I’m
sure it needed it. But how about the
butcher ?”
O, he has been a great nuisance, cer
tainly ; but look here, Dick, don’t you be
half so easy with him. I don’t believe be
has half the pluck he pretends to have.”
“ I do—l know it!” was my rueful
answer; “ but if the business is improv
ing, I shall try to put up with the an
noyance.”
“ Dick. And nowjgoodhve.
I’m much"obliged to you for what you
have done. If any of the girls say you
made love to them, you w 7 ill know 7 that I
am the culprit, only don’t you say so, but
keep the fun up. It’s no disagreeable
work, I can assure you. Ha Iha !ha !
nobody would believe you if you were to
swear it was me. So good-by, aud take
care of yourself.”
With a hearty laugh Jim went on his
road, and I with a sad heart, sought my
bed.
I arrose very early the next morning
and took down the the shutters, so as to
avoid meeting that horrid butcher. A
few minutes afterward a very pretty girl
came fluttering into the shop, and, with
a pretty smile and simper, purchased a
half pound best fresh butter.
“ Why how dull you are this morning,
Air. Perkins!” she exclaimed with a pret
ty, sly glance.
* “ Dull!” I replied in a dreamy man
ner.
“O, nonsense !” she cried, “it is no
good putting on the modest air, after the
way you behaved yesterday. Do you
know 7 , when you first came here, we all
thought you such a sneak—at least most
of us did ; but I always said you were
not so demure as you wished to make
out —and the way you snatched that kiss
from me yesterday proves it.”
“ So,” thought I, “ that is the w 7 ay
Alaster Jim has been improving my bus
iness, is it?”
I looked at the little rosy mouth, and
could not blame him—nay, I venturedto
follow his example, and did so with the
greatest success.
“ Do you know,” said the young lady,
putting her arms on the counter—“ do
you know that I have liked you since
you thrashed that big bully, Grote the
butcher?”
“ AVhat?” I exclaimed, in amazement,
“ thrashed Grote?”
“ Of course you did when he came
over here sw T earing he would pull you
nose. O, I did like the cool way in which
you went to meet him and knocked him
down. It was splendid.”
Could it be possible? Had my twain
brother thrashed the butcher, and left
me to reap the glory ? As if to confirm
my suspicions, at that very instant Grote
appeared in his shop—and, O, his face!
It was one mass of bruises. I stepped
out on the pavement to have a look at
liim closer. On seeing me he bowed po
litely but I merely shook my fist at him,
and he retreated rapidly. _ •
I cannot describe how my business in
creased from that day, and all through
Jim’s boldness and light-heartedness.
During the day I received a letter from
my dear brother, in which he had in
formed me that he had not lost his mon
ey ; but having heard of my misery, he
invented this plan to save me.
I have now several large shops. Jim
has never joined me, he having retired
from the turf, and became a gentleman
farmer. lam married, and have a large
family. Aly eldest boy is about to mar
ry Aliss Grote, Grote having became very
good friends with me, and, what is better
very rich. But, good friends as w 7 e are,
I have never thought it worth my while
to inform him of Iris slight mistake.
Hill and Blaine.
A New York paper has this witty par
agraph on Blaine and- Hill. It says :
We have reversed the sound doctrine
of the good old song. Mr. Blaine, of
Alaine, who has so suddenly grown so
hot over the horrors of Andersonville af
ter forgetting all about them ninety ears
ago, and Mr. Hill, of Georgia, who
flames at the name of Ffimira, were both
non-combatants in the civil war. Neith
er of them ever came within hailing dis
tance of the men who exposed them
selves on either side to death or capture.
The one was an ardent orator in Wash
ington and the other in Richmond. But
now in a housefull of Federal and Con
federate generals and soldiers, these are
the two men who make the Chamber of
Representatives an arena of post mortem
pugnacity.
o And the only ones that quarrel
Are those who did not fight!”
Counterfeit Currency.
Imitation fifty cent stamps now in cir
culation are much smaller than the gen
uine, and the pale impression on the
centre of this note makes it easy to de
tect when compared with the good note.
The twenty-five cent stamps as a coun
terfeit, are very suspicious ; their general
appearance is bad, and the printing very
pale when compared with the genuine.
There are a great many in circulation.
The fifteen cent stamp looks good on the
face, but the printing on the right end of
the stamp is blurred and very thick.
The ten cent stamps are plentiful and
pass very easily, and their general ap
pearance is good; the centre of the
stamp on the back is very light. Nickels
are very plentifully circulated; they are
easily told on account of the softness of
the metal.
The Crying Sin of Dishonesty.
Reckless, extravagant living is at the
bottom of all our troubles. If this liv
ing had any true foundation in any hear
ty desires for desirable things, there
would be hope of amendment. But when
one comes to see what things ill-gotten
gains are spent upon, the outlook is a
sad one. Dress, display, amusement,
costly things bought just because they
are costly; wealth won evilly, merely
that it may he wasted foolishly; these
are the signs of a time which is not a
pleasant time to contemplate. Parents
must teach their boys and girls the great
lesson of doing without what cannot be
fitly their’s. There need be no niggariy
restraint, but in some way the first les
son for childhood should be that of earn
ing its pleasures. To get whatever it
craves as soon as it asks for it is the
worst training a child can have.
Michigan has eighteen persons who
are over a hundred years old.
A Hanover (N. H.) man is largely
engaged in trapping skunks. Last year
he sent ninety skins to Boston, the year
before 1,500, and this year he expects to
send 2,000.
Steam is reckoned to be ninety times
cheaper than manual power, seventy
times cheaper than electro-motive power,
and ten times cheaper than horse power.
A Methodist minister in Kansas, own
ing to the late failure of ctops, received
only fifty cents for his first quarter’s
salery, and another, with a wife and
five chilren, had neither milk, butter,
nor fiesh on the table for six weeks, and
use roasted rye for coft'ee.
To Trespassers.
All persons are hebeby for
bidden to trespass—with dogs, guns,
axes, or in any manner whatever —upon any
of my lands, under the severest penalty of the
law. Cjan7-lml F. il, MATtOX,
OIL AND OIL CITIES.
lMt Hole hh it Was anl is—Oil Wells
Everywhere—T!ie Gas Wells.
Air. Simmons, an old man, sat near
me on the cars, says a newspaper corres
pondent, and I asked him to tell me
about the place.
“ Well,” said he, “ I came to Pit Hole
on the 13th day of Afay, 1860. It was a
farm then; Old Hamden owned it.
They struck oil there the same month—
struck a 3,000-barrel well, and in less
than thirty days Pit Hole became the
third post office in the State. She had
10,000 people, all “ tolled ;” opera hou
ses, a 8150,000 hotel, and two hundred
liquor saloons—all, mind you, within
thirty days. The town swarmed with
new comers. Everything was expensive.
Why, an ordinary teamster would get
825 per day. Every hill, every garden,
and every deoryard had an oil derrick
in it. In six mouths the oil was all
pumped out, and then came the Pit
Hole flood. The water ran into the
wells, and the whole town went to ruin.
Real estate got down to nothing, and
then the people moved away and left it.
The few who stayed were too poor to
move, so they stayed until all the empty
houses were burned up for firewood and
the town became a wreck and rotted out
of existence. Why, the big Dan forth
House, which cost 850,000, was absolute
ly traded off for a barrel of whiskey.”
The fate of Pit Hole is in a lesser de
gree the fate of a dozen oil cities in Penn
sylvania. Oil has been a scourge to the
country—demoralizing the people and
barbarizing society. Ten dollars have
been sunk in oil wells to every dollar’s
worth of oil secured. The scourge be
gan when Air. Drake, the first oil fanat
ic, bored the first oil well below Titus
ville in ’63. Drake bored 72 feet, struck
plenty of oil and sold it at $1 per gal
lon, but the ether day they took up a
subscription in Titusville to keep him
out of the poorhouse. Johnny Steele,
the poor orphan floy whose sterile farm
produced several hundred barrel (daily)
wells, and who handled bis millions of
dollars and gave away carriages and ho
tels, is now a brakesman on the cars.
The oil region is covered now with
seventy feet derricks from Titusville to
the lower edge of Butler county, a dis
tance of one hundred miles. It is esti
mated that 200,000 holes have been bored
at a cost of 86,000 each, incurring the
aggregate expense of $1,200,000,000.
Now all the oil produced in Pennsylva
nia since Drake’s first well wouldn’t
bring $400,000,000 —a discrepancy of
$80,000,000 drained out of the world to
lay at the feet of this gigantic oil hum
bug.
The oil wells about Titusville were
drilled very shallow—from fifty to five
hundred feet —but all the wells now be
ing drilled down in Butler county are
from 1,200 to 1,700 feet deep. Some of
them have been drilled 3,000 feet, and
then proved dry holes. It is a common
thing for a big well, when the fourth
sand is struck, to flow 4,000 barrels of oil
a day. The next day it will flow, 1,500,
then 500, then 100, and by and by it
will be pumped down to five barrels, or
pumped out dry. I saw a well flowing
seventy feet in the air, saw it catch lire,
a fountain of seething, hissing, roaring
fire, seventy feet high.
A Serious Reality.
Way down in Alaine, not long ago, a
young girl entered into correspondence
with a man whom she had never seen.
In due time they exchanged photographs,
the male correspondent, who was an old
man, sending a picture of a young and
handsome face, instead of the shadow of
his own seamed and knotty countenance.
Finally, he wrote to her to come to him
and he would marry her, Of course, the
girl went and then her eyes were opened.
The enticing face she had dreamed of
was a fraud, the wealth he had offered
her was not to be found, the beautiful
mansion in which she was In be mistress
was only a rude little wooden dwelling
whose floors were uncarpeted, and whose
ceiling she could reach with her hand.
In the nightmare of her disappointment,
she fled from the place, alone aud penni
less, and walked to a neighboring town,
thirty miles distant, where she arrived
almost crazed with fatigue aud hunger,
aud where she died a few days later in
a raving dilirium. The doctor called it
typhoid fever, but murder would have
been a better name. If the base man
felt any remorse when he heard of the
poor girl’s death there is nothing in the
story to show it. He coolly picked up
the wedding clothes she had brought
with her, and gave them to the kind la
dy who had cared for her in her sick
ness; aud then he went back to his or
dinary pursuits. His neighbors thought
it a joke that his device Should come to
naught, and laughed at him because the
girl, when she saw his face, left the town
in disgust. Foolish thing! she was to
be pitied, of course ; but what could she
expect? This and a score of similar re
marks were made, and then the victim
of romantic folly was forgotten. Ah,
girls, this matter of matrimony is not a
romance, but a serious reality. The wo
man who waits to be woed like the hero
ine of a dime novel will find, as did the
poor deluded girl of our story, that her
hero is but a thing of shreds and patch
es. Better to never marry at all than to
seek a husband at a venture like this.
Colonists, Emigrants and Trav*
cleats Westward. —For map circulars,
condensed time tables and general information
in regard to transportation facilities to all
pouts in Tennessee, Arkansas, Missouri, Min
nesota, Colorado, Kansas, Texas, lowa, New
Mexico, Utah and California, apply to or
address Albert B. Weeks, General Rail
road Agent, Office Atlanta, Ga.
No one should go West without first getting
in communication with the General R. It.
Agent, and become informed as to superior
ad\ antages, cheap and quick transportation of
families, household goods, stock, and farming
inq lements generally. All information cheer
fully given.
W. L. DANLEY, G. P. & T. A.
0
To Druggist, Hardware and
General Jlerchauts. —I carry in stock
from 1,000 to 3,000 boxes of window glass,
(the largest stock in the South,) embracing all
sizes, from 4 x 6 to 40 x 60 in single or double
thick and polished plate. Standard brands of
French and American made Stained, Cut,
Ground, Enameled, and Church Glass. Putty
by the bladder or ton. Glaziers’ Paints,
Knives, Diamonds, &c.
Above are imported directed from the freto
-1 ies and I guarantee bottom prices. Send late
evt quotations.
Truly yours P. P. TOALE.
Charleston, 8. O
VOL. II—NO. 16.
DEVILTRIES.
The Raciest, Latest and V. iticisms.
—Any young miss would rather have
her corset tight than her l'eller.
—Kissing fairs amuse lowa. Only ten
cents a kiss! For the benefit of the
church, too!
r —History classes are to take the place
of spelling bees. Contestants will be
ted on fresh dates.
take the whole and some still remains?
■the wor^holesome.
A Pittsburg woman was cured of
speechlessness by a priest. Her husband
is now prowling around after the priest
with a shotgun.
Perkins avers that the stereotyped
complaint against boarding-house beef
steak is without reason. He has always
found it bully.
—Grocers and store-keepers can only
"ear one way. They hear about prices
going up, but they are entirely deaf re
garding the going down thereof.
—Newly married couple: “ What are
you doing, sir, in our private bed-room ?”
Santa Claus : “ Oh, big pardon—made a
mistake ; will call again next year.”
—Miss Ives, of Deansville, by the
an uncle, has fallen into a fortune of
SIOO,OOO, and the Deansville boys think
just as much of her as they did before.
—“ I am astonished, uiy dear young
lady, at your sentiments; you make me
start.” Well, I’ve been wanting to sec
you start for the last half hour.”
—The announcement of a death in a
Massachusetts paper one day last week
was followed with, “ New York papers
Please copy. Of such is the Kingdom of
Heaven.”
A girl with three arms is attracting
attention in Mexico; and when that girl
gets her two arms around her husband’s
neck, she’ll still have one to flirt with
the other fellow across the street.
—Right in the shadow of the honest
milk-man a mean-spirited cynic says :
Thirteen million milk cows in this
country assist to color the water for
which the average American pays eight
cents a quart.”
—A few days since a man convicted of
drunkenness stood up before his honor
at the New York police court, and his
honor said in his slow, solemn way: “ lil
give you $lO or thirty days.” “ Well,
I’ll take $lO, squire,” replied the fellow-!
—lt has been a custom in the Astor
family, an exchango says, to deposit
SIOO,UOO in the bank at the birth of a
son or daughter. That’s sensible. No
really well regulated family should neg
lect to take the hint and do likewise.
“ Children,” said a country minister,
addressing a Sunday-school, “ why are
we like flowers ? What do we have that
•lowers have?” And a small boy in the
infant class, whose breath smelled of
vermifuge, rose up and made reply:
“ Worms.” 3
‘ £ Stranger, will you try a hand with
us at poker?” “Thank you, gentlemen,
but there are seventeen reasons why 1
cannot accommodate you now.” “ Sev
enteen reasons for not playing cards !
Pray, what are they ?” “ Why, the first
is I haven’t any money.” “ Stop! that’s
enough ; never mind the other sixteen.”
A Danbury man, wishing to engage
several bushels of potatoes from a party
in the suburbs, asked a neighbor what
sort of a man he was. “ Well,” said the
conscientious neighbor, “I don’t know
very much about him, but I should think
he would make a tip-top stranger.”
— “ A boy paid his first visit to one of
our schools the other day as a scholar,
and when he came home at night his
mother inquired : “ Well, Henry, how
do you like going to school ?” “ Bully!”
lie replied, in an excited voice. “ I saw
four boys licked, one girl got her ear
pulled, and a big scholar burned his el
bow on the stove. I don’t want to miss
a day.”
—lt the ladies will insist on bestowing
presents on a timid bachelor, let utility
be consulted. A dozen double-heeled
ckmgs, a set of underclothing, a flan
-1 bag to cover a hot flat-iron, that
w-on’t be kicked of easily, or an order on
some tailoress for repairs to his old trou
sers. Something of this sort will go right
home to the bachelor heart.
—“ Who’s Herbert Spencer, Pop ?”
asked an Brooklyn boy of his
father the other morning. “ He’s a fa
mous English philosopher, my son.”
“ And what’s a philosopher?” continued
the lad, with the business air of a person
who could keep right on asking ques
tions till doomsday.' “A philosopher,”
returned the father, gravely, “is a very
v,-i3e man —one who never marries.”
—At the close of a concert, while a
young gentleman was struggling with
his high hat, cane, overcoat, opera glass
es, and his young lady’s fan, all of which
he was trying to retain on his lap, a sus
picious-looking black bottle fell on the
floor with a loud thud. “ There !” he
exclaimed, commencing a hacking
cougii, “ I will loose my cough medicine
yet !” That was presence of mind for
you.
—A Boston paper has the following:
A few Sundays ago a collection was taken
up among the children of a Sunday
school, and two of the boy scholars were
deputed to carry the boxes around. Af
ter a tour of the room they met, and the
following brief but sugpestive conversa
tion ensued : “ How much in the pool,
Jim ?” “ About six dollars. How have
they anted up on your side?” “Slow—
about four and a half.”
—A gentleman who was seated in a
crowded car resigned his place in favor
of a pale, slender woman, who carried a
large child in her arms, and who was
being jostled this way and that by the
motion of the car. To the gentleman’s
surprise, a burly individual took the seat
before the lady could reach it. “ I
meant this lady to have my seat,” said
the gentleman, angrily. “ Veil,” replied
the other, settling comfortably back in
his seat, “ dat lady ish my vife !”
—Detroit husbands and wives some
times—once in a great many years—have
disputes. The other day when a Beech
street couple were holding an angry ar
gument, the husband raised his hands
and exclaimed : “ Oh! Consistency,
thou art a jewel!” The wife at once
broke down, and as she sobbed she gasp
ed out: “You saw her at the oper, I
3ose ; but if she had to split wood,
dishes, aud take care of six child
ren she wouldn’t look any better ’n I do
— hw \ n
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REPAIRING AND COARSE WORK also
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FALL MILLINERY.
T\/f RS. T. A. ADAMS, Broad Street, Ath
-1? I. eiis, Ga., announces to the ladies of
Oglethor|e that she has just received a superb
stock of Fall Millinery Goods, comprising tho
latest styles in Bonnets, Hats, Ribbons, Laces,
etc. at reasonable prices. octß-3m*
Dr.D.SOUTHWICK,
85 & 37 Whitehall St., Atlanta, Ga.,
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rnilE REMINGTON SEWING MA
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with other first-class Machines, aud have
unanimously given it the preference. It has
taken ERE Ml If MS over all other Machines
exhibited at the Fairs in Athens, Grffm, the
Slate Fair at Macon, and the Alabama Fair
at Selma. At these Fairs all the First-Class
Machines worked in the South were on exhi
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These FA (7TS should convince everybody
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Don’t buy until von have seen this Machine.
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SPECIAL NOTICE TO THE
TBAffifflS PUBLIC
AND THE
Texas Emigrants,
N o. 4 Kimball House.'Atlanta,
(.a., is the only General Railroad and
Steamship Ticket Offuce in the South, selling
unlimited tickets to New York and the East,-
and mlimitcd Emigrant Tickets to all points
in Texas. KKMENBER, that all Tick
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DISSOLUTION.
THE FIRM OF McMAHAN & STOKE-'
LY was dissolved on the first day of Jan
uary, by mutual consent. The business will
be continued at the same place by J. J. Cc
McMAHAN, who has assumed all responsi
bilities of the said firm.
J. J. C. McMAHAN/
S. H. STOKELY.
January 12, 1876.
Having bought me. s. ii. stoke-
LY’S interest, I expect hi continue busi
ness at the same place. After returning
thanks to all my friends and patrons for past
favors, I hope, by fair dealing, to merit at
least a part of your trade. I don’t promise to
do better by you than any one else, but I do
say you won’t lose anything by pricing my
goods before purchasing. I have now off
hand a large and well selected stock, especi
ally Groceries and Provisions, wl ich 1 amf
se n iDg l.,w fore**. j c McMAHAS.
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