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1 HE CARROLL COUNTY TIMES.
VOL. XIV.
.an unsentimental lover.
“What a glorious sunset and
what an exquisite view! What in
effable inspiration, what unuterable
Ta ptiire there is in a scene like this!”
Lilian Seymore murmured with
enthusiasm.
She was standing at the gateway
of the little farmhouse garden, her
pink gown gleaming against the
rich green shrubbery, her yellow
curls glittering in the last splendid
brain of the setting sun, her charm
ed eyes fixed upon a magnificent
perspective of shimmeiing river and
wooded hill.
Her companions were iwo young
mem-the one elegant and indolent
and the other a robust young f<-U
low with tanned and ruddy feature
and with habiiiaments neither cost
ly nor modi.-h.
“With Ciau l Lorraine ‘let me
die amid such scenes as this,’ one
can say,” the girl pursues, in a
voice of of ecstacy. ‘‘Du you not
think so Mr. Neville?”
The elegant young gentleman
his cane and assumed a look
of intense appreciation of the ques
tion.
•‘We do not all have your artistic
perceptions, Miss Seymore,” he
answered in flattering accents, and
with a glance which insinuated so
much admiration that she blushed,
and her blue eves dropped.
“I say, Lil,” the robust young
fellow irreverently interrupted at
that, moment, “don’t you feel that
mosquito biting on the tip of your
nose? I always dread the mosquito
season—the pesky creatures afc
sip-h worriment to the cows in the
milking and the horses in the
ploughing,” he added, as he turned
at the tinkle of the tea bell and
strode blitldy up the narrow plank
ed walk to the farm house door.
Lillian pouted as she brushed
away the aggressive insect; and Mr.
Neville smiled—the bland, languid
insinuating smile which seemed to
mean so much pitying contempt
for the young fellow who had just
left them and so much commisera
tion for her because she happened
to be betrothed to such a prosy
clod.
\ “There is only a step from the
sublime to the ridiculous, j on know
Miss Seymore,” he observed, as he
lazily twirled his cane in a fastidi
ous gloved hand —“and your friend
has little poetry in his soul, I am
afraid.”
“Mai k.has eyes for nothing but
his crops and his stocks. Lillian
said, with another little pout. “His
coarse work is a pleasure to him,
and I—oh, lam beginning to hate
it all.”
“Poor little girl,” Mr. Neville
said, as he lounged against the
gateway, and bent toward her until
his blonde Dundrearies touched
the fair, flushed face. “You were
made for brighter things. Your
life might be so different if yon
were not so odiously hampered.
He finished so significantly’ that
on the blushing cheeks the soft
pink kindled to vivid crimson.
“Lil ! Lil! Come in to tea. * We
have flap jacks and squash,” a
voice called at that moment from
the farmhouse door, “and you can
bring the gentleman with you.”
But Mr. Neville declined tlYe in
vitation.
“I can partake of nothing in
common with tho man whose rude
yokels to burden these dainty
shoulders,” he whispered impress
ively as he left her.
Lillian sighed as she went slowly ■
to the house.
; -“flow different Mark is,” she
' ilTeifght. “Mark has no perceptions
of the beautiful and poetic he has
up sentiment but any thing
’to him
Tho primrose by the river b:itn
A primrose is, and nothing more.”
He has no sympathy with eleva
4. ting emotions, and he would make
•• the suLJimest thing ridiculous !
he does have such an unrefined
trick of interrupting one mal
apropos ! Ido wish he would not
always come hero ju-t when Mr.
Neville happens to stroll this way.”
But , Somehow, Mark seemed des-
tined to come on just those occasions,
aridas Mr Neville happened to
stroll rather frequently past Ine
farmhouse gate, pretty Lillian was
often disturbed by the deplored in
terruptions.
“We very naturally feel watch
ful of a treasure we know we do
not deserve, and which we know
another covets,” Mr Neville once
remarked in his polished fashion
of flattery.,.
He had sauntered into the gar
den, where he had espied Lillian a
mong the great green bushes, her
gingham sunbonnet pushed back
from the charming face, her pretty
fingers Emily plucking the dusters
of ripened currants, which glowed
like rubies j n the morning sun
shine.
AV by should wp covet what we
I can not have?” she queried, half
tentatively and half ret-entfully.
For, defective as she might hers
self deem Mark, much ns she might
wish him different she scarcely
liked another to desparage him.—
lodesparage her betrothed was to
deny her own taste, she reasoned.
But, with girlish inconsistency,
she felt a coquettish impulse to test
somehow the sincerity of the vague
and indirect professions made by
the admirer who happened along
her way so frequently ever since
he had been summering at the pop
ular country resort down the riv
er.
“Why should we covet what can
never be ours?/ he repeated, with
his most,meaningly tender accents.
“We ought not, but we do, Miss
Seymore; we do b ’cause the heart
will not be controlled. Heart calls
to heart, soul answers to soul by
instinct and not by will, sponta
neously, just as the birds pipe, each
to the •other! just as the robins are
singing now in the grand locust
trees around us.”
“And how exquisitely melodious
is the singing in the fresh morning,”
she murmured,her head uplifted,her
blue eyes sparkling, with all her re
ally poetic delight in the sweet
sounds and sublime sights of nature.
“What glorious exultation, what a
jubilee of ecstacy, there are in the
songs of the wild birds,’’she added,
and then the little rhapsody ceased
with a frown, a start, a stifled,
shuddeiing shriek.
“Lil, don’t you feel the big, fuz
zy caterpillar creeping ami craw
ling down your neck?’ Mark in
terrupted, as he suddenly became
visible just beyond the thick cur
rant shrubbery.
“O—oh, dear!” Lillian ejacula
ted with al! the feminine, horror,
supposed peculiar to that sort of
event.
“Why, surely, 1 am your dear—
j that was settled a considerable time
; ago,’, the impcrturble Mark said,
■ as with a snap of Ids tanned fingers
he dislodged the obstructive cater
pillar—a huge, bristling, brownish,
adherent creature which had meant
to spin its cocoon within her snug
I bodice, and turn itself into a chry
' salis to emerge a butterfly from
her bosom. “The robins have a
i prodigous appetite for the cater
i pillers,” Mark continued with an
• odd twitch of In’s finely moulded
! lips, and a just perceptible twinkle
’in his keen eyes; “howsoever, they
i can’t catch and gorge all the pesky
crawling things, greedy gluttons
I though they be.”
Truly, Mark had a most unlucky
knack of divesting everything of
the poetic.
The elegant and refined Mr.
1 Neville smiled pityingly, and Lil-
I lian, blushing, pouting and morti
fied, dropped her basket of currants
and hastily sped away.
As the last gleam of the trim,
; pink gown vanished at the further
end of the garden, Mark turned to
his companion.
“Neville,” he began, with an
entire change of voice and maimer.
■ “You are not wanted here. Your
I own pledged and plighted bride is
waiting for you at the hotel down
yonder, and you’ve no need to come
dangling «nd dallying after a sim
pic girl as belongs to another man.
And with that incisive injunc
tion, the young fellow thrust his
C ARROLLTON. GEORGIA, FRIDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 11, 1885.
hands in hi 6 pockets, resni d a
serene whistle, and turned colly
away.
Pretty Lillian might have been
pioud of her lover then, but, in
stead, her foolish little heart was
filled with resentment and rebelion.
“He is jealous,” she thought, as
she walked absently onward along
a grassy path where violets and
buttercups bloomed in patches of
azure and gold. “But I will not
be mortified by him again. He
shall not come spying after me and
making me ridiculous. Oh, what
a wretched girl I am to be hampered
by marriage promises to a clod
without sympathy or feeling, when,
if I were not bound, I might have
the* affections of a tender and su
perior gentleman like Mr. Neville.”
A ith a frown and asob she flung
herelf down upon the turf beneath a
shadowy tree and covered her dis
satisfied face with her pretty hands.
How long she sat there she never
knew. Before her the river wiin
pled and babbled in the sunshine;
tlie breezes wafted the rcsiiiuiis
scent of pine and juniper and the
perfume of the locust trees about
her; behind her occasional hoofs
and wheels stirred the gray dust of
the tortuous highway.
But presently she was aroused
by the merry tones of two riders,
with horses panting and lagging as
if exhausted by a prolonged gallop
up the river boulevard.
Then suddenly there was a stum
ble and a thud, and a shrill, scared
cry, and she sprang to her feet to
perceive Mr. Neville standing be
side his fallen saddle-horse, which
lay struggling in the stony, ascen
ding road.
“Ride on, my love,” he was say
ing to the handsome equestrienne
who accompanied him. “Ride on,
and 1 shall s6on overtake you, when
I have brought this unruly brute to
its senses,” he muttered, as she
passed on and rapidly disappeared
around a curve in the hilly high
lands.
'What succeeded Lillian never
cared to recall; for moments, which
seemed ages, she could only stare
and shiver at the blows, the impre
cations, the unreasoning passion
which had transformed the elegant
Mr. Neville into something infin
itely more ignoble than any clod
whom he had ever been pleased to
despise.
But in the midst of it all, some
body grasped Ids wrist, snatched
the cudgel from bis hold and tossed
him aside like a feather.
“Neville.” he began slowly and
sternly, “we don’t pretend to be
very polished and sentimental here- (
a bouts, but we do claim to he mer
ciful to the beast dependent on the
care of men. And so long as I
have a brain to think and a tongue
to speak, just so long do I mean to
denounce such barbarous abuse on 1
helpless animals.”
Mr. Neville adjusted his disar- 1
ranged collar and scowled at the |
stalwart young fellow who bad ,
gathered a pile of grasses to pillow ]
the head of the fallen horse, which
was dead or dying —then he drew
forth an immaculate handkerchief
and daintily wiped his sweat from
his heated visage, and so sauntered
around the curve and was gone.
Beneath the shadowy tree Lil
lian had stood unseen and unheard
by either. The little incident was
a revelation to her, and her eyes
brimmed with tears as she silent -
ly gazed upon her lover against
whom she had felt so disdainful a
brief time before.
“My Mark has the superior soul,
the nobler heart,” she had admit
ted to her contrite self.
Ne'er again would she deem
him without feeling.
If he had a homely and humorous
tiick of making the sublime seem
ridiculous, he also certainly had
the ability to make a possibly hu
mane deed seem almost sublime.
In the midst of her reflections
he chanced to turn toward the
shadowv tree and to see her pathet
ibally regarding him.
“Why, Lil, I nvent you recovered
from the Caterpiller yet?” said he,
noting the tears on her cheeks, and
speaking in his characteristic fash
ion of homely humor.
Lillian sighed and pontedjas she
locked her pretty hands about his
arm and walked with him back tc
the farmhouse. But sfir
did not confess that she fiad just
recovered from something rathei
more humiliating thm what he had
just mentioned, and that he had
just regained all the fond esteem
of her wayward little heart.
an address.
Delivered as a Lecture, by Marion
P Snodgrass at the Academy of
Disign, in Baltimore, Md.
Gentlemen and fefttw citizens:—
Ism a mar amongst men! lam
the embodiment of pure Southern
character. Coming from the Eas
tern part of an Eastern Southern
state, I am prepared to give ven
some idea of south—eastern east —
southernness. In the first place,
we are all designers down.there. I
started out disigning a plan of
getting out of work. The plan
worked well, too. The realm into
which I cast myself was that of the
artisan. I first took up carpenter
ing. After following, for a while
this most AUGERiferons calling
I SAW that I was walking the
wrong plank and rejoicED in being
taken from that trade and allowed
to perch upon a STILL higher
Branch of ART. I was put to
Inventing. Necessity was the
mother of Invention at that time,
but poor old mother Necessity
died, and Invention took a step—
mother to itself and was held down. ■
As you know a step mother will
always holn a fellow down. Espe
cially such a fellow as Invention,
whose struggles are not sufficienti
to hold him up. The greatest of
my in ven LIONS was a manner to
SHUN manual labor. It was art.
ARTistic cherubs were furnished
from my counter with innumerable
striped STOCKings, Shoe button
ers and lace. My STOCK, was
made up from the annual share of
a LEGacy of a salaried teLEG- i
rapher. But a friend came to me
and said, “Young man, thou art :
in the wrong place,” and I left off j
merchandising and threw up the |
yard-stick and took up the Mahl
stick—and now my friends advised
me to-swap back”.
(Cries of “Swap back!” “Ex
change” Go back to your store,”
Dang it hush,” “let up,” etc.)
Gentlemen, as I see my speech is '
not appreciated, I will go, but be [
fore going, 1 will ask the gentle- 1
man with the red mustache on the
first, row for a chew of tobacco.—
(Bluehes by the red headed man.)
(“Don’t chew.”)
You don’t chew, and 1 don’t
chews to be left in hostile hands, so
I'll get up, soar over the waters of
the pool’s calm sea, graze in the
quiet pastures of the Alps, wipe
the sweat from my brow, cast an
insinuation at a blind mule,remove
the dilapidated linen from the shrub
bery, and then paint a realistic
picture of Gabriel with his old tin
horn. Goodbye.
NEWS AND OPINIONS.
Gathered, from our Neighbors
of the Press. Over the
State.
The Meriwether Vindicator has
donned a new dress and is much
improved every way. The editor
of that journal has a ready flow of
wit, and the success of his paper is
not at all surprising.
Meriwether Vindicator’s editor
complains of the bad condition of
the public roads in that county.
Mr. Andrew Berry, the only
son of W. B. Berry, Mayor of
Newnan, died suddenly the other
day.
Sam Jones and bam Small, the
Georgia evangelists, aie catching
it hot in Missouri. The former
has made use of words unpleasant
to the governor us that state, and
the latter, who was formerly editor
of the “Cracker,” an illustrated
Atlanta paper, got his trunk at
tached for a debt contracted as the
- j editor and publisher of the journal.
Sam explains, however, that he
e ; I'.ad onlr a third interest in the
5 | Cracker, and his baggage has been
J released under bond.
a i
t ' South Georgia is thinking of
r coming into the race for the Gov
i ernorship m the next election. She
I has some very good men, and they
j will not be backward in pushing
their claims.
It is thought that the whole
. State of Georgia will take np the
f prohibition question ere long. If
, they have as lively a time as Al
. i lanta had, some fun is nigh.
Cotton seed oil manufacture is
getting to be one of the greatest
industries of the south, and cspec—
i illy of Georgia. There is a move
i moot on foot to establish a manu
factory in the city of Savannah
with large capital.
It is probable that Moody, the
evangelist will pay Atlanta a visit
next Spring. Atlanta is using ev
ery effort to become christianized,
and the evangelists like the field.
The Macon Telegraph advocates
high license in that city. Why
does it not come out for Prohibi
tion at once.
The mayor and council of East
man, Ga., have refused to issue li
quor license to the grog shops in
that.city for the coming year.
The anti-prohibitionists of At
lanta have begun the fight of a con
test. The claim illegality of vo
ting and unconstitutionality of the
election. They will get a hearing
in January, when the case will be
decided and the matter settled.
Miss Mattie Lee Price, the fa
mous Georgia electric girl, was ro
mantically married at Madison,Ga.,
on the day after a performance ex
hibiting her magnetic and clcctri-
I
cal powers at that city. The groom
is a travelling salesman of Savan
nah, of the name of Wise. They
had to dodge round the old man,
and their movements weie artful
! enough to evade his stern interven
tion.
Clarksville has a lively trade.
Three good plantations sold in
Buena A ista on Tuesday last at an
average of less than two dollars an
acre.
Captain T. B. Cox, of Burke
county, made one hundred gallons
oi fine syrup on a little less than
one acre of land, this season. It
can readily be sold at sixty cents a
gallon.
Hie tVaycross Reporter gets af
ter tiie rogue who stole his ax in
touching style.
The receipts and expenditures ot
the city government of Rome
amount to about fifty seven thous
and dollars.
So ire changes have taken place
in the journalistic profession at Ma
con. Mr. E. T. Byington, the for
mer correspondent of the Atlanta
Constitution from that citv takes
charge cf the Macon Evening?
News' editorial department, and
Mr. M. M. Folsom, a newspaper
correspondent of Americus, is the
Constitution s Macon correspon
dent.
Some one is writing a series of
very fine articles to the Franklin
News on the early days of Heard
county. He delineates old time
life with the facility of a practiced
writer.
The Atlanta Constitution will |
publish a series of articles on“ How |
to make Homes Beautiful,” by Mr-
L. B. Wheeler, an architect and ■
artist, of Atlanta. They will be
valuable in a great degree. Mr.
W. is the designer of the great I
Kimball House and his reputation
for knowledge of artistic matters ;
is very wide.
Hired Man's Poker.
The other morning, as the Colo
nel pat on his overcoat tv go out,
his wife calmly observed:
“Yon haven’t been in luck iale
ly.”
“In luck! How?”
“How much have you dropped
cn poker in the last two weeks?”
He looked at her n long time
and never attempted a worcLin re
ply.
“You’aren’t sharp,” she contin
ued. Ulf 1 was’going to play po
ker I’d.’play to "win. I wouldn’t
pit myself against old gamblers.”
“Madam,” said the Colonel af
ter a painful silence, “maybe you
know some poker-player who has
got more cash than r keenness.—-
Maybe you do?”
“Weil, there’s—there’s John,the
hired man,” she stammered. John
has SSOO laid np, and I heard him
talking .‘ about poker the other
day. Why don’t you play him?”
The Colonel went out without a
word. When he reached the cor
ner he stopped, looked carefully
around, and presently turned down
the side street andjinto the alley
leading to his barn. John was
there, engaged in his everyday du
ties.
‘•John,” said the Colonel,“some
one was telling roc that yon play
poker.”
“Well, sir, I—ah, I won’t do it
any more!”
“Oh, its no crime,John —no crime
—but perhaps I’d better show you
a few of the latest kinks in the
game. I don’t want any of these
stables men fleecing you.”
“Thanks, sir. I’ll be a thousand
times obliged.”
Two hours later John entered
the house and placed in the hands
of tlie Colonel’s wife a package,
and said:
“There’s sl20 —all he had—but
he'll raise another hundred tomor
row!”
When the Colonel came home
to dinnei he seemed greatly pre*
occupied in mind. At the table he
said:
“Doesn’t it seem 'to you that
our John is rather neglecting his
work?”
“Why, no. He seems very atten
tive?”
“Well, Pye got my eye on him,
and if I catch him loafing he’ll go
without an hours warning!” growl
ed the Colonel a3 he settled down
to his coffee.—Detroit Free Press.
GEMS OF THOUGHT.
lis an ill thing to be ashamed
of one’s poverty; but much worse
not to make use of lawful endea
vors to avoid it.—[Thucydides.
I know of no manner of speak
ing so offensive as that of giving
praise, and closing it with an ex
ception.- [Steele.
A little praise is good for a shy
temper; it teaches us to rely on the
kindness of others.—[Landor.
Method is the very hinge of
business, and there is no method
without punctuality.—[Gecil.
He that blows the coals in quars
rels be has nothing to do with, has
no right to coinplain if the sparks
fly in h;s face.—[Frnnklin.
Good nature and evenness of
temper will give you an easy com*
panion for life; virtue and good
sense an agreeable friend; love and
constancy a good wife or Inis-'
band.— [Spectator.
1 lie best rules to form a young
man, are, to talk little, to hear
much, to reflect alone upon what
has passed in company, to distrust
one’s own opinion and value others
that deserve it.—[bir W. Temple.
Whatever you would have your
children become, strive to exhibit
in your own lives and conversation.
—[Mrs. Sigourney.
Try to be something in the world
and you will be something. Aim
at excellence, and excellence will
be attained. This is the great secret
of success and eminence. “I can
not do it, never accomplished
anything. “I will try,” has wrought
wonders.—[Hawes.
The wings of a party do not nec
essarily make it angelic.
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w. 0. ADAMSON,
Atto’noy JXt Law
CARROLLTON, - - - GA.
Promptly transacts all business confided to
him.
Holding the office of Judge of the ’City Cearl
does not interfere with his practice in ether
courts. 5-ts.
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ATTORNEY - AT - LAW.
AND REAL ESTATE AGENT.
M C ??’J;\! oa r. 8 negotiated on improved farme hi
reasonable ratls ’ and Uara,sou counties, al
nished’ t 0 lan^ B exnmiued and abstracts fin
Offll c e up-stairs in tlu-’court hou«e,
Carrolltoa, Ga.
n J. W?
Attoi-noy nt Law
JCEL, - - GA.,
14-17-ly.
G. M . M ELR ELL, MLP.COLB.
MERRELL & COLE,
Successors to W W & G W Merrell
Attorney's nt Xiaw,
CARROLLTON,
Will practice in all tie courts.—
Special attention given to the business
connected with the administration of
estates, and other cases in the court of
ordinary.
Collections promptly made. Ab
stracting and examining titles and
records a specialty.
ill also lend money on improved
farms. MERRELL <& COLE.
Nov. 17. 47-ts.
A. J. CAMP,
attorney £Xt Law
VILLA RICA GA. *
WM. c. HODNETT?
ATT ORN E Y-AT-L A W,
I ILLA RICA, - - - - GEORGIA
over Dr. Slaughter’s
Drug store. Prompt attention gir
en to all business intrusted to him.
, . W. L. FITTS,
r’Uy-jioiaa cfe» SurtooM
CARROLLTON, - - GEORGIA,
ill, at all time?, be found at W. W. Fitts’ dra«
»tore, unless professionally absent. * SS-ts *
C. P. GORDON w. F. BROWN.
GORDON & BROWN.
ATTORNEYS-AT-LAW,
CARROLLTON, GA.
Vv ill practice in the various courts
in this and adjoining countiei.
Special attention given to suits fcr
and, claims against terminated
homestead estates, the adminis
tration of estates, &c.
BR. D. F. KNOTT
Is permanently located in Car
rollton and tenders his
PEOFFSBIONAL SERVICES
to the citizens of Carrollton ana
vicinity.
Office, Johnson’s Drug Store.
Residence, Seminary street.l-tf.
b.W.DORSEff
PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON
temp e, ga.
Havic? permanently located at Temnle 1
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*aid county, sold as the property of W, H
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