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i HE CARROLL COUNTY TIMES. VOL. NiV. ■ > 3 r .\tai -• ■ jd £\ 1 i «• •••■*• \U "WW < ' «»•* V, y C ~ .-. gOi I H ■ - THE ?: ■ ESTTQWC. =d r ■-. C'--’’ ning Iron vhh pure 1 ■ ■■- ■■ •• ’ : > <■ ifoii’.;> and. completely j > '-’ 5 1 *■" ' ;> ~ li.i-cClo;:, Wt>h k n MA, li •><■. *<»:;•', >•. it ,l hHi*>nnd Fever* and NP'.irnlkin. flit Imp: remedy for Diseases of the Kidney* mid Elver. it is inva uaiiit* for Diseases peculiar to V,•'<*»»•.<•«, and all v ho lead sedentary lives. ltd- e-. i;< -i, ethe u • 11,. eanse hearlacheiA pro< .:»•••'> constipation < rJi tn ntetfiaincit as. I*, .iiri'iu-s and purifies the blood, stimulates thoapp tin-.; 1 ’• the ass in atjon of food, re- Ji-?v .•«.•.• 'rn n’’l Belching, and strength ens the nnisci-i and nerves. i>or I-o m ■< . < vers. Lassitude, Lack or Energy, &e., it lots no e< nal. ■To ' lhe genuine . as •. -eve lrr.de mark ai'd creased ed lines on wrapper. r l nke no other •«■••■>>o. »”o*t' < Hirn ai, co.. lui.Tiunnn, CARES.' W. '<;. * PAVSON, ' Xmw - - - GA. ' - a,i b:i> : ,» Ss confided (,« h ; . ! * •*' i • < c.i • ci' .' i ■; ■ the City Conr; ■ ''in !i-c .ere e-i;.i ■ s practice in other 5-ts. ■ A « AT TORNEY - AT - LA W. ... AGENT. ' .".*• ni ;ot i on improved farm* in ' "•' llc , and Ji us.i-. n counties, nt ’ i■> i.i s examined -tud an«tracti< fi.t I'.’ois 4. '*• iii t'r- reurt bou-e, •is'il Carrollton, (la. J. VIZ. JONES; xX i g .j „? xl y ctt. JCihL, . 14-17-ly. g. ■ hell, w, p. cole. ... . << COLE, • *• ■ ■> •'< I O k\’ l< > Ml II ►II . . ( At i.i 1 ,v ecu; is.— • .' . .. ..r.i ic> 1 business c h fl. (*. . . ■.; . liho-.ialiun ot ■> ', .. . > . *r in tile court vt Cl'Uj.ly . C\>i . v'..‘ •• ‘•' l ! r > iiooie. Ab- Clio . .... .i.uties and . ' 7 ; : . . ..... A» Ci also i i i' y. i iio. roved iaric.s. i iA ; iuij cJ COLrh. 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U’i'.i practice any v;: io j.-.u ,|; : \ ciiui'lw -• re clients may *4 e (.mjc sm vices: .... .'. KNOTT i- > e-mab tiiiy located in Car roll;. - j- at!-! ‘c’dei’S his PROFESSIONAL SERVICES h* -i • citizens of Carrollton ana 'irinif v Chile , .Joitnsi't/s Drugstore. ivCfiGence, be.oi-i’o v street. 1— if. JE> v. 13 ■> K KTT -fill *1 LcA xiXO bl’itOEOX TKMP Id, G-A. I \ y . c.i at Temple I otter > . -a i ■ - i/y lie cit’Z'- i- oi Car- uitentipn <■ • • . " • , ; r ..- . -.‘Tice at C; .u, ■ • o .. t-ui.- prompriV a.-- sveie -•„ . _ . . v.i - answered iroin iJ. ,i.v . ce. ly, DO KxOW *lll /. T LO iv i l.j i. S c—lM K a ... . ... -0 • . ■* de.t T : i -Ta-• ~* >- F.jC’ i-'i-i-* tin ye. I o-w • m id HER UNCLE’S PET. A Practical Girl’s Good Fortune. Old Mr. Brown stood in his pri vate office, with his back to the lire and his coat-tails balanced in eith er hand. He was a bald-headed old gentleman with a ruddy com plexion, keen black eyes, and leg.of iniitton whickers which were white as snow. And Miss Nelly Tor* rmco sat looking at him timidly from the depths of the big arm chair in which ho had beckoned her to seat lieiself. “So you are my cousin Adrian’s ! daughter?” said he after a long ! pause. i ‘Yes,” said Nelly, wondering i what was in ali those mysterious tin boxes, and whether the monster iron safe was full of gold and sil t ver pieces. “And you want something to do?” “Yes, please!” “Humph!” said Mr. Brown. Nelly glanced shyly up into his face. But she added with some spirit, “I am not asking for charitv. I am willing to work for my bread.” “lou mean that you would like to daub canvas or sew impossible yellow sundowers on green plush screens,” satiric ally observed the old gentleman. “I don’t call that work!” “Nor I, either,” retorted’ Nel ’y* “Then what do you mean?” said ?vlr. Brown. “I mean that I shall be glad to undertake any sort of honest work by means of which I can earn mv own living.” ! “Humph!” again interjected Mr. 1 Brown. ‘Can you cook?” “Yes/' Nell answered. “1 don’t believe it!” i “But I can.” “Very well,” said Mi. Brown, releasing his coat tails and sitting down at his desk as if the question were definitely disposed of. “My cook went away this morning. I haven’t engaged any one in her place. Yon may come this after noon and see what'you can do for me.” Mr. Brow .’.fully expected that his youngjcousin would recoil, in dignantly from this proposal, but she did nothing of the sort. She 1 simply said: “Yes cousin John,” i and asked him foi his. private ad i dress. “Mind you’re punctual, my dear,” saiu he as he handed her lhe i pencilled card. “I am always punctual,’ calm j ly responded Nelly. Mr. Brown watched her out of the office with a quizzical twinkle in the corner of his eyes. “She won’t come,” he said to himself. “I’ve seen the last of my fine relation.” And Nelly Torrance went home td a little second floor room, the cheapest which the widow and her ■ daughters could possibly find. Mrs. Adrian Torrance was dress*- ed in black, a fair delicate piece of i human china, who had been like the lillies f the field, in that she toiled not, neither did she spin, and i Lucetta, the elder daughter, was trying, unsuccessfully enough, to I trim a black crape bonnet by the window. ‘ They had come up from the ! country at Lucetta’s suggestion to appeal, in their poverty, to this ! rich cousin of the dead father and ' husband, but none of them antici i pated any ' ery satisfactory from the experiment. “These ich people are always miserly,” said Miss Lucetta. “And I’ve understood,” sighed the gentle little widow,“that he was not pleased when poor dear Adrian married me instead of Miss Crold bags, the rich pawnbroker's daugh ter.' “Well? cried Mrs. Torrance, ns Nelly entered. •AVhat does he say?” question ed Lucetta, dropping the fold of crape which he was vainly en deavoring to fashion into what the fashion-plate called “an ob- ■ long bow.” CARROLLTON. GEORGIA, FRIDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 27, 1885. ‘•I have seen him,” said Nelly, untying her bonnet-strings. “And I’m going to his house in Grand over Park this afternoon.” “You don’t mean,” cried Mrs. Torrance, with a spasmodic <:atch ing her breath, “that he is going to—adopt you?*’ “Not in the least,” said Nel ly. “Now, mamma darling, don’t jump at conclusions. .lust hear mj plain, unvarnished tale. 1 went to Cousin John. I told him I wanted something to do.— He asked me if I could cook.— Thanks to that course of lessons I once took of ISignor Silver spoon, I was able to answer yes. Then he told me that his cook was gone, and, and asked me if I would come to his house this afternoon and take her place.” “Anu you?” gasped Mrs. Tor rance. “I said yes—-of course.” “Eleanor!’’ cried Lucetta, “I am scandalised by your conduct ! \ es, perfectly scandalised! You will do nothing of the sort!” “Certainly not,” said Mrs. Tor rance. developing strong hysterical syrnptons. “If your cousin Brown intends to insult ns ” “But he doesn’t mean to insult, us, pleaded Nelly. “He inten ded the offer in .all good faith, and I accepted it in the same spirit.” “You surely do not mean to degrade yourself,” cried Lucetta, “by turning—cook—for any man living. “I don’t see,’’ argued Nelly, I “that it is any more degrading to cook for Cousin John than it 1 would be to embroider slippers for him, or read the newspaper aloud to him of an evening.” “Eleanoi never Ind any proper pride,’ said Mrs. Torrance, wring ing her hands. “Never!’ echoed Lucetta. “And,'’ added Nelly, “my cous in would have every right to be lieve me an impostor if I had told him I wanted work, and then refused the first offer he made. It will be useless for you to r emonstrate, Lucetta and I hope mamma will not place any obstacles in my way. For lam quite deter • mined to go to Grandover Park this afternoon.” And she adhered firmly to her resolution. It was six exactly when Mr. Brown let himself into his house with the latch key, which aways depended from his watch-chain. The gas-jet burned softly behind the rose-colored shade in the hall, the fire clicked cheerfully in the grate of the parlor beyond, a most inviting apartment. “Humph!” he muttered. “She hasn't come. Thought so! There's no such thing as a practical woman now-a-days. ” At the same moment a light, white-aproned little figure came out of the dining-room beyond, and Nelly Torrance's voice uttered the words: “Dinner is ready, Cousin John.” The old man smiled. He had a it - pleasant expression of the face when he smiled, and Nelly wor dcred that she had not before no ticed what a handsome man he Z' was. x “Oh,” said he, “you did come then.’’ “Oh, I always keep mv engage ments,” said Nelly. “Punctuality is the soul of business, isn't it.— Cousin John? At least, that’s what I used to write in my copy books at school.” Mr. Brown patted her hand as she helped him off with his over coat. “You are a good girl,"’ said he. And in his secret mind he deci ded to put up with any deficiencies in the cooking of a girl who had such excellent business principles. But, to his infinite amazement, there were no deficiences to over look! The soup was on the table, clear as water,flavored like a dream of Soyer's own! The first course was baked trout, swimming in wine sauce, the sec ond a pigeon on toast. A small/ and compact rcast of beef-ribs was flanked by a dainty giblet pic, and the dessert’was fruit, peach tarts, and Bavarian cream! Mr. Brown ate, and reh-hed, and wondered by turns. “My dear,” said he at last, when the cloth was re moved and the wine and walnuts brought on, “all is very nice. I'll concede that you are a tip top housekeeper. But of course, you ordered all this from MoueratiA restaurant?” “But of course I didn't, Cousin Brown,” sAid Nelly decidedly. “I cooked it all inyself!” “What, th a? soup?” “Yes, that soup.” “Did you prepare that trout sauce, and broil that pigeon?” “Yes, Cousin Brown.” “And the giblet pie? Was that yours?” “Yes, and the giblet-pie! Don’t look so astonished, Cousin Biown,” she added laughing. “1 may as well confess that I took a course of cooking lessons last eummer.— And I like it of all things, espec ially in a household pike this, where one can command the very best ma terials.” Mr. Brown closed his eyes and made a hasty calculation. His life had been “worried out of him,” to use a mediocre expression, by capricious housekeepers, inefficient cooks, and untrained servants— At last, was a gate-way out of all his tribulations! “My dear,” he said, “1 should like to have you come here and live.” “As cook, Cousin Brown?” “No—as my adopted daughter and housekeeper. I need someone to take the helm of my affairs. By Jupiter!” he added as he recollec ted the flavor of the giblet-pie. “I haven’t eaten such a dinner in ten years.” “But my mother,” hesitated Eleanor, “and my sister Lucetta.” “Let them come, too,” said Mr. Brown. “Bless your heart, my dear, there's plenty of room in the house. Can they cook too?” “No, Cousin Brown,” confessed Nelly. “Well, perhaps it’s just as well,” said Mr. Brown. “There can’t be more than one head to a household. I hope you have preserved the re cipe of that giblet-pie, my dear. It was really something extraordina ry- So the Torrance family found a a comfortable refuge for the soles of their feet, and Nelly’s despised accomplishment proved the sword wherewith she opened the world’s oyster. And Lucetta sighed and won-' dered why she, too, had not taken cooking lessons. “Nelly is the old man’s first fa vorite,” said she. “He’ll leave her all his money when be dies. And all because she accepted his ridiculous offer of turning cook for a living.” Mr. Brown, however, looked at this matter in a different light. “Nelly is a trump,’’ be said.— “Nelly is not like the typical young lady, who is too lazy to work, and too proud to beg. She is one who ennobles t the humblest task, and does, with ail her might, whatever her hands find to do.” So the old proverb came true: “Heaven helps those who help themselvs.” Further than this our little sto ry cannot go at present, but good natured gossip does say that ere long Nelly wi J be more than house keeper to Mr. Brown. THE CUSTER MASSACRE. A Modoc Indian. Participant’s ac count of the Fight. From the Chicago Journal. A gentleman of Kenosha, Wis., formany years connected with the United States i rmy, and more re cently (in the fall of 18S4-) engaged in trapping and shooting near Cot tonwood creek, Northern Wyom ing, found an opportunity to in terview one of lhe Indians who participated in the terrible fight in which Gen. Custer and his brave j companions perished. the inter view took place, through an inter preter. in a Sioux tepee, and was a few days ago reporti d in a Kenosha newspaper. The information received from the Modoc warrior was ifreelv giv en, and bore the semblance of truth. In substance, he said. “Sitting Bull was not their chief when Gen- Crook struck their trail and chased their across the Rose bud river, but Rain-in-the-Faee, a warm friend of Sitting Bull, was in command. After crossing the Rosebud a council of chiefs was held to decide whether they would fight Gen. Crook or run to the Big Horn mountains and make a stand. Some of the warriors wanted to fight at once, and while the council was m session a Sioux scout brought in word that Gen. Custer was advancing into the Big Horn country. This intelligence natur ally created an excitement. Raia in-the-Facc made a ; great speech, telling the chiefs that they were between their white enemies, Crook and Custer, and eloquently urging them to march across the country as Vapidly as possible, kill Custer, and then turn upon Crook. “after this ‘big talk' the Sioux warriors were ready to go any where with Rain-in-the-Face.— who told them that “Crook was a walk-a-heap and a very bad man.’ “If the above statement is true,” adds the correspondent, “it is evi dent that Rain-m-the-Eace, al though an unlettered savage and scarcely knowing the difference between a parapet and a Gatling gun, had grasped the situation, and with the intuition of millitary gen ius had determined to destroy his foes in detail, and that he went to his task with lhe cunning of a wolf and the ferocity of a tiger. The necessary delays of Crook, the rap id advance of Custer into the val ley, m. I the division of his coin ! maud ... most wi hin sight of the battle grou A aided the Indians’ design, and w„en the blow came it was crushing.” The warrior further stated, in answer to questions, that in the fight with Custer’s force a party of about tweb-e soldiers shot their own horses and fought behind them in a “bunch,” that Gen. Custer was one of that party, ana that they all fought like great soldiers and would not give up the strug gle- in ueply to the query whether Gen. Custer was the last white soldier killed, the warrior said that the smoke of the contest was so dense when the Indians rode rapN dly around the “bunch” and finish" ed their bloody work they could not see whether Custer was killed or not. When asked how many Indians were killed in the fight the warrior declined to answer. The interpreter said, in reference to this, that although he had been with the Sioux several years he could get no definite idea of the number of warriors killed in the Custer battle; that ihe Indians are superstitious and do not like to speak about their dead, but he thought their loss was small, as the Indians “had the drop," and the fight lasted only twenty min utes. The correspondent, referring to the censure which was passed upon Maj. Reno for his part in the un fortunate affair, defends the course of that officer, and says: “That Maj. Reno saved any of his men, environed as he was by a horde of savages flushed by victory and eager for revenge, shnld redound to his credit.” Thus far the cor respondence. At this late day no one will wish to disparage the valor, the judg ment, and the military skill of the lamented ( uster, That he should fall into a fatal ambush is a mis take that no officer with less brav ery would be likely to make; but Custer was daring and impulsive.— It is said that Reynolds, his scout, told him to “go slow,” that the valley was full ot Indians and that they were in the bush. The oppor tunity for a fight overruled ail other considerations, and the brave soldier rode gallantly to his death. i WHAT THE FOSTAGE-STAMI SAW. There had long been ?i > va n ; between the Postage-stamp am! Post mark. The Head of M’ush- I ington, widely adorned .the form r, with its long queue and aristocratic pose, naturallyj rided fisvlf on it.- beauty, and this, strange a? i m, v appear, was the bone cf ceiitei.!- ■; between them. The Post-n rl. was not even passably good-look . g. It was inky, black and blmred.— But that was nothing unuti.a’— who ever >aw a Post-niark that was not? And, ia taking i n inventory of its characteristics, it passed di rectly over, its manifest use, and fixed upon its beauty as the one thing it had in life to vent its price upon, so given arc even Bost-marks to imitate the failings of the human race. One day, when the owner of the envelope was out—he was a busy young physician, and was out of his office oftener than he wa.- in it—the Post-mark observed, spitefully, to tiie Stamp: “So you are on crooked again as usual.” “What s that to you? ' returned the Stamp, with quiet dignity. “Oh, the Postmaster often speaks of you,” retorted the Post mark, skillfully evading the ques tion. “Ohl 'And what does he say, pray?” “He says you are the bane of his existance. You are always making trouble somewhere. Why, selling you is the chief annoyance of his life. U hen he is the busiest, woman—garrulous, inquisitive wo men—always black traffic for half an hour or more to inquire about how many of you are needed to carry a letter; and then they give him a ten-doliar bill to buy one of you, and count the change, while the business-men who are hack of her use bad language, and rush away to their office to write peti tions to the President asking to iiave a new Postmaster appointed. Oh, he knows vou.” “AV ell, ’ replied the Stamp, wh n the Postmark stopped for breath: “What of it?” “What in ( e?d! returned tee Post mark, stung by its want of interest: “That is not half what he says. lou are of such little consequence that men who have any thing worth doing in the world often forget to put you on a letter at ali, and that causes the department endless trouble. Aou don't amount to any thing. They generally put yon on crooked, and crowd the envelope so that the address is partially cov ered; or else there is no room to put me on; and I must be put on, or the letter wouldn’t go. Take your own case you are most shamefully awry, and I think the blood would rush to your head if you had any in your thm obi body to rush there.” To all this Stamp made no.reply. | It appeared to be thinking. Final ly it observed, as if talking to it self. “les, lam on crooked. That's a fact. But she couldn’t help it.” “\V ho was that you spoke of'” interrupted the Post-mark, which was not without its share of curios ity. “I didn't think I mentioned any name,” replied the Stamp, with a glance of rebuke at its inquisitive neighbor- “She carried me in her pocket-book for months. That was before you were born. At that time you were a little blotch of sticky ink and a lump of brass with some figures cut in your head She carried me next to her letter, and read it, too—every line of it I couldn’t help it,” continued the Stamp, half apologetically: “I was inside the envelope with the writ ing, where she put me, and 1 had nothing else to do.” “I don't believe you were put in there at all," interrupted the Boat mark, maliciously; “I believe you crawled in there and intruded yourself on the 1 letter.” “If you were not an ’ignorant little Post mark—if you had ever read the history of your own conn- I trv,”nu>itui the Heal of Wash- Hi, s verely, but not uaji J “yon v, on'■ no : -ike such foolish -»y. I read tho lott* r. It was from at h r father's house in the country, and she ?t her In art to him.— W’ic i . .t auav, he left a j v. cancy m t! .1 lu-nschold that will I n ver ■fl .c Tu y corrospond ' e and all tin Stamps she had were U k d up, excepting myself.— Iw :s the last. The other day she git this Ict'Or from him.” “I d »:f: /jevey- n.” interruped th 1' -■ ’ v ; “Yon are making ‘hi- - ■ ry up to magnify your • >wu importance. I should ask yv.i iu me ( fi’ if run wcrenh st kon . o tight.’' ‘‘O 1 replied tile Stamp, pay- ■ this gncalled for nbu<. . “So that i what von would do if you wire in my place?” “N •, it n't,” retorted the Post mark mdiy, ‘you old slob of muci lage. ; -u oh] chr aa o you! If your 1 story hadn't ua ’c me so tired I w ntd t r vou off and lick you again.” “As i v,- ; u about to ■ v." contin ued iheStnap calmly, while the Post-mm k bit its tongue until it ached, “this htt r was from the doctor, and told L rho was about to m • v anothe • giil. When she read it d.o turned very white, and I thought si! > would drop the letter; j but she di ;u‘t. She simply kissed the dric 1 ink -m rks where he had sign d his n .m , and hot tears fell on the paper. Ti. m she sat down a . w :■ him-—! mw.lhe letter; I was lying * n the table by her side—titat > e would like to sec the woman he was to many; the hoped h was goo j and beautiful, and she pray id he would be hap pier than i j v t drea nod of being: ano w e;i she s al cd the letter and took mo in her hand, I was afraid I wovddn,t get on the cnveloj eat all. She e* uldn’t sec through her tears. That s the reason lam on cro kd. Do you wonder whv, now?” But the Post-mark didn't reply. Perhaps it h 1 gone to sleep, and perhaps it didn’t want to expose whatever emotion it might feel.— At any rate, when the doctor re turned, a few minutes later, and picked up his envelope, ho happen ed to touch the postmark* “Ab! 1 be exclaimed: “the gov ernment is getting too economical. The ink on this post—mark is very wet. It is too cheap for use. • must complain to the postmaster about it.”—| Puyk- Fatal Autograph. In the ye ir 18811 Henry Ward Beecher made a trip to the Pacific co: st, inc’mui ; Oregon, on a lee* turii g tour, and, of course, great wa t e curio ity to see and hear the noted divine. On Air. Beech ci'- arrival nt the Dalles there were thousands crowding to the train to see, speak, or shake hands with the di'tinguised guest, who w ; introduced to Major Handley and Col. Sinnot, both natives of the “Emerald Isle.” In honor of the Beecher party they set up a smnptnoii dinner, which the travs elers heartily appreciated. Alter dinner Brother Beecher (by re quest) placed his autograph at the top of the page of the big hotel register z ih a fearless hand, and great was the curiosity of the com munity to see the signature of the noted speaker, in so much that it was carefully guarded by Messrs. Handley and Sinnot, but to their great grief one morning the name of Brother Beecher had disappear ed ‘from the Msr hotel register.— They iinmc liately offered a reward of S2O for the recovery of his sig nature, but in vain; no one respond ded. Stopping at this hotel at the time was a barber by the name of Steinmetz, a man of good and so ber habits, who was noticed to be on a big soree (after the reward was offered;)- and all Ms friends could say or do to restrain him was in vain. One night soon af ter the porter heard a heavy fall above, and fluw up to Steinmetz’s room, and, horrified, saw the poor in«u dea 1 upon the floor. An in quest was called, and lo ! the lost signature of Brother Beecher was found in his pocket. The jury brought in a verdict: “Died from overdrinking, which was caused by remorse cn account of stealing Beecher’s signature.” NO. 48.