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In Ovtersvtll*, Bartow 0 Ga., by
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PROFESSIONAL C ARDS.
JOHN W. WOFFORD,
Attorney at Law,
C2EOGT4.
OFFICE OVER CURRY’S STORE,
Oct. 17. 1868.
Commercial Hotel, Cartersville, Ga.
BY JOHN C. MARTIN
TWO-BTORV RRI. K BUILHINO, comer of Repo
jh|u»reand Market B'reet, East Slds if Railroad.
Rooms Rood *nd;*omfortab!e.
Furnltnre and Beddlnß new.
ISood office and spa -hois Dloinp Room
Tables welt supplied with the best that .the market
,(Pints, snd charge* moderate.
'lbe Proprietor hopes, by good 'attention to business,
c liti-jral sure; of patronage. Dec. 1,1868.
K. W.URPHEY,
attorney at law,
Cartersville. Ga.
WILL practice in the tbe Courts of Cherokee Cir
cuit. Particular attention given to the collection
of cl lims. Office Wjih Col. Abda Johnson. Oct. 1
DR. F. M.JOHNSOW,
Dentist)
KKSPECTRULLY offers his Professional
s-rvices to the citizens of Cartersville «*£**J*s
snd vicinity. He is prepared to do work <4UTTtP
on the latest and most improved style.
Teeth extracted without pain, [by means of narcotic
spray 1 W- rk all warranted. Office over J. Elsas’
Store, CARTEUBVILLE Oa. Reb .9o ISCB.—wsm
JERE A. HOWARD,
ATTORNEY AND COUNSELLOR AT LAW,
CARTERSVILLE, GA.
JOHN J. LftNIS,
Attorney at Law,
CarterNville, Ga.,
WiLL attend |>rotn|»tly to all business en
trusted to Itis care. Will practice in the
Courts of Law, and Equity mi l!te Cherokee
Circuit. Special attention given to the collec
lint of claims. Jan. 1, ? 866. !v
JOHN J. JONES,
REAL ESTATE AGE\T,
CARTERSVILLE. GA.
I am authorised to vll, and have on hand several
ll.mnes it'iil hot.-, and al<o numerous building luts In th
town us Martersvil'e. Also several plantations of vr.ri
nils sis s ill Ua-tow Con ty. Parties desiring to hu or
s.dl wi't and * well t>«rve mo a call. All communication*
piuitipily answered. .fulv 17. 1861*.
THOMAS W- DODD.
A T T IIKNEV A T I. A W,
CKDARTOWN, FOLK Ot'IINTY, GA.
Will practice law in the several
Courts comprising tin 1 Ta lapoosa t ircuit;
also, Bartow and Floyd Counties. Partic
ular attention given to the collection of
claims. jan 12,1 y
WAR REN AKIN,
Attorney at Lav,
CARTERSVILLE, GEORGIA
Will practice in all the Courts of the Slate-
W . R. WOIISTCASTLE,
fn Je« eßer and Walcli and
w f lock Repairer,
the Front of A. A. Skinner At Co’s stor,
t'arte rsville, Jan. 25
JAMES MILNE« 7
Attorney at« Law,
AND NOTARY PUBLIC.
CARTERSVILLE, GEORGIA.
r[y ( practice in the Courts of the Cherokee and ad
joining Circuits, also the Supreme and District
Courts Piompt attention given to business entrusted
to my care. August 21 8816,—wly
J. C. C. Blackburn,
ATTORNEY AT LAW
EItHATLEE, BARTOW COUNTY. GEORGIA-
Kefe j.ices: Industry, proinp ’Untie and at
t -»tics march 22. wh
T W Milner, O H Milner.
MILNER & M ILNER,
Attorneys at Law,
r ARTERSVILLE GEORGIA.
Will attend promptly to business entrusted
to their care. jan. 15. ly
t CALEB TOMPKINS, well
known for 20 years past, as a first
class W\J TCMt CKtOCMi.^
and J E'VELLER LEPAIRER,
and MANUFACTURER, has com
menced work one door North of his old
staml, on the East side of the Railroad, Car-
i f.hbvillk, Ga. Will sell Clocks and Watches
Warranted. Nov, 10. wly
Two Dwelling Houses for sale, rent, lease,
or to exchange for Atlanta property, together
W’th everal residence and business lotss.
sf H. PAT IL LO,
FASHIONABLE TAILOR,
Will Attend promptly to the Cutting, Repair
ing and Making Boya’ and Men’s Clothing. Trk
Office on the Second Fl< or of Stokely ft WU- 114
Dams’ New Brick Building. Entrance from
Main Street, ia rear of the building. Fib IT.
JOHN F. HARWELL
is Still hammering away at hts
trade, Repairing Guns and Pis
tols, also GiNS, THRESHERS, and MA
CHINERY. of almost any kind; in fact, he
is prepared, and can do, almost any kind of
work in METALS, such as Iron, Steel, Zinc,
Brass, Copper, Silver and Gold, Shop on
Main Street near Gilreath’s Warehouse, on
west aide of the Railroad, Cartersville. Ga,
JXO. COXE, H - WIKLE.
Coxe Ac Wikle,
Commercial Agents,
NOTARIES PUBLIC
AND
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
With Gen. W, T. Wofford,
CARTERSVILLE, GA.
Will attend promptly to the Collection of all
Commercial Paper, Demands between Foreign
and North Georgia Merchants, and also to
noting Protests of Commercial Paper for non
payment, etc., etc., etc.
liefer by Permission, to Gen W T Wofford,
Hon Warren Akin, W H Gilbert if Cos, N Gil
rea his Sun, Ho n Jli Parrott, Howard if
Peacock, Cartersville, Ga. feb 21 wly
S. O’SHX'EXjJDS,
Fashionable Tailor ,
CARTERSVILLE, BARTOW COUNTY. GEORGIA.
Having just received Charts of the latest
styles of Gentlemens’ and Boys’ Clothirg,
European and American, announces that he
IS prepared to execute all kinds
la of work in the Fashionable Tail-
JLL oring line, with ncatnevs and in
doable style. Over J. Elsas & Co’s store.
Cartersville mch *f;g
VOL. 7.
Kennesaw House.
(Located at railroad depot.)
THE undersigned having bought the entire
interest of Dix Fletcher, Trustte for Lou
isa W. Fletcher, in the Kennesaw House,
and the business will be conducted, in the fu
ture, under the name and firm of Augustine
A. Fletcher A Freyer. Thankful for past fa
vors and patronage, they will strive to eive the
utmost satisfaction to all pn*rons of the Ken
nesaw House. AUGUSTINE A. FLETCHER.
F. L, FREYER.
MARIETTA. Jnn. 12,’.i9.
K. T. White, j. M. Dykes.
Ameriosm lie tel,
ALABAMA fcTREKT,
ATLANTA. GEORGIA.
White & L ykes,
Proprietors.
BAGGAGE carried to and from Depot
free of Charge. May 11. 1860
E. R. BASBEEN, K. I). MANN,
Georgia. Tennessee.
THE OLD TENN. AND GEORGIA
©. KOSIS,
ATLANTA, GEORGIA,
SASSEEN & MANN, Proprietors.
J. W. F. BRYSON, ) ~, ,
ISAAC N. MANN, ) fr - lS '
January 1, 1869.
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“Counterfeits! Bay no Maooiujl’s
Pills or Salve with a little pamphlet
inside the box: they are bogus. The
genuine have the name of J. Haydock
on box with name of 3. Maggiel, M. D.
The genuine have the Pill surrounded
with white powder.”
All Orders for the United States must
be Addressed to
HERBET & CO.
474| Broadway New York.
DR. MAGGIEL’S PILLS OR SALVE
ARE
25 Cents Per Box.
For sale in Cartersville, by
AY. L. KIRKPATRICK,
dec. 1, 1868.w1y Druggist.
FIRE AND LIFE^
Jbrt Comsanus :
SO. MUTUAL FIRE INS. COMPANY,
Athens, Ga. Policy Holders participate in
profits.
/ETNA FIRE INSURANCE COMPANY,
Hartfoid, Conn. Assets over fiv# millions,
lift Compait:** :
SO. LIFE INSURANCE COMPANY.
At anta, Ga. Gen. J. B, Gordon, President.
CONN. MUTUAL LIFE INS. COM'Y,
Organized 1846. Members $58,000. Assets
23 millions. Purely mutual.
For Fire and I.ife/Insurauce apply to
JOHN T. NORRIS,
General Insurance Agent,
Apa 122, 1869. CARTERSVILLE, GA.
JAM E S P. MASON,
Bookbinder and aper Ruler,
LAWSHE'S BUfLD ' G 'j||j^
Whitehall Street,
ATLANTA GEORGIY.
May l, 1869.
THE CARTERSVILLE EXPRESS.
DR. JOHN BOLL’S
Great Remedies.
SMITH'S TflNlG SYRUP!
FOR THE CURE OF
AGUE AND FEVER
OR
CHILLS AND FEVER.
«1 to the public for the «-</*. certain, ,/Wp a„,lZVr
f cure of Agu-and Fever .or Chills and pjver
In e £° f * hort ° r loT,p st * n <iit)g. He refers to the
i Ire Western and Southwestern country to bear him
testimony to the truth of the assertion, that In no cast
whate Vt . r wiN H fail to cure, if the directions a" e mr“t
--!y followed and ca rled out. In a great m»nv ciis-en a
farnir* <^ 8e been sufficient for a cure, and whole
Jew L , ee 2 < L ured Lv a "lup'e bottle, with a p-r
--sect restoration of the general health Itis however
prudent, and In every case more ceifln to cure, if its
use is continued in smaller doses for a week nr two af
,bm!. h n <l,f,e a! e has be *" ch< ‘ cked > more especially in
difficult and long s anding cases. Usually, this medt
cine will not require any aid to keep the bowels in
good order; should the patient, however, require a
carhartic medicine, after having taken three or four
xPF a si,, R le dose of BULL’-, VETETA
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»R. JOHN BIILIAS
Principal Office
No. 40 Fifth, Gross street,
Louisville, Ky,
Bull’s Worm Destroyer.
T° m Y United States tind World-wide Read
ers:
T HAVE received many testimonials from profes
i s onal and medical men, as my almanacs and vari
ou« publications have shown, aft of wldch are genuine.
, u: following front a highly educated and uopuiar
phpslclan in Georgia, Is eertaimy one of the most sen
sible coinmumcationf I have ever received. Dr Clem
ent knows exactly what he speaks of, and his testimo
ny diserves to be written in letters of gold Hear
what the Doctor says of BuU'x Worm De*tr, yer
Villanow, Walker co., Ga. )
June 29th, 1866 \
DR. JOHN BULL—Dear Sir:—l have recently giv
en your “W'orm Destroyer” several trial*, and find It
wonderfully efficacious. It has not failed In » single
instance, to have the wished-for effect. lam doing a
pretty large country practice, and have daily use tor
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trary they are uncertain in the extreme. My object
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get the medicine directly from you. If I can get it
upon easy terms, I shall use a great, deal of it. lam
aware that the use of such articles is contrary to the
teachings and practice of a great majority of the rea
ular hneofM. D. s, but I see no just cause or good
sense in discarding a remedy which we know to be ef
ficient, simply because we may be Ignorant of bs com
bination. *or my part, I shall make it a rule to use all
and any means to alleviate Buffering hum .nity which
I may be able to command— not hesitating because
someone more ingenious than myself may have learn
d its effects first, and secured the sole right tc secure
hat knowhdge. However, lamby no m.ans an ad
vocate or supporter of the thousands of worthies* nos
trums that flood the country, that purport to cure all
manner of disease to which hum in flesh is heir
Please reply soon, and inform me of your best terms
I am,sir most respectfully,
JULIUS P. CLEMENT, M. D.
Bull’s Sarsaparilla.
A GOOD REASON F»R THE CAPTAIN S FAITH.
READ THE CAPTAIN’S LETTELi AND THE LET
TER FROM HIS MOTHER.
Benton Barracks, Mo., April 30, 1866.
Dr. John Bull—Dear Sir: Knowing the efficiency
of your Sarsaparilla, and the healing and beneficial
qualities it possesses, I send you the following state
ment of my case:
I was wounded about two years ago—was taken
prisoner and confined for sixteen months. Being
moved so often, my wounds have not healed yet. I
have not sat up a moment since 1 was wounded'. I
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have more faith in your Sarsaparilla than in anv thino
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half a dozen bottles, and oblige 1
Cart. C. P. JOHNSON.
St. I /ouis. Mo.
P. S —The following was written April 89 ISGS, by
Mrs. Jennie Johnson, mother of Capt. Johnson. ’
I>li. BULL—Dear Sir: My husband. Dr. O 8 John
son, was a skillful surgeon and phvsician in Central
New York, where he died, leaving the above C. P.
Johnson to ray care. At thirteen years of age he had
a chronic diarrhoea and scrofula, f-,r which I gave
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and lowa, for scrofula, fever sores, and general debili
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ed in some cases of scrofula and fever sores were
almost miraculous lam very anxious for my son to
again have recourse to your Sarsaparilla. He’is fear
ful of getting a spurious article, hence his writing to
you for it. His wounds were terrible, but. I believe he
will recover. Respectfully, JENNIE JOHNSON
BULL’S CEDRON BITTERS.
AUTHENTIC DOCUMENTS.
ARKANSAS HEARD FROM.
Testimony of Medical Men
Stony Point, White Cos., Ark., May 28, '66.
DR. JOHN BULL—Dear Sir: Last February 1 was
in Louisville purchasing Drugs, and I got aome of
your Sariappanlla and Cedron Bitters.
Mv son-in-law, who was with me in the store, has
been down with rheumatism for some time, commen
ced on the Bittera, and soon found iiii general health
* UI Dr° V CH*t, who has been In bad health, tried them,
who has been In bad health for several
years —stomach and Uver affected-be improved very
much by the use of your Bitters. Indeed the Cedron
Bitters has given you great Popularity in this settle
ment. I think I could sell a great quantity of vour
medicines this full-especiftl'y of your Cedron Bitters
and Sarsaparilla. Ship me via Memphis, care of
Kicks,, E..p.«« 6 WALKEK
All the above remedies for sale by
X,. H. BRADriELD,
Druggist,
WAITEHALL STREET,
ATLANTA, GA.
feb 20, IB69iuly
CARTERSVILLE, BARTOW COUNTY, GA.. JUNE 10, 1809.
THE LOST LOVER.
A STORY OF OU* LATE SAD STRIFE.
[From Mayne Reid’s Magazine.
It was the very height of the season
of ’OB, at Long Branch, and the tidal
wave of annual pleasure and enjoy
ment—as alas! also of folly and reck
less extravagance — had reached its
J culminating point. The terrible cloud
that hung over the nation a month be
fore, creeping with its warning shad
ow even into the gilded halls of the
most thoughtless butterflies of society,
had been dispelled by llie victory of
Meade, at Gettyspurg, and the bril
liant campaign and capture of Vicks
j burg, by Grant Defeat and gloom
I had given place to victory and rejoic
ing, and the nation could afford to
breathe freely again.
But ah! amidst all the rejoicing
and glory, amidst the joyful pealing of
bells and ‘the booming of cannon, upon
how many a broken heart, and around
how mauy a once happy home, came
down the gloom of eternal night and
ceaseless sorrow! Far oft from these
grieving hearts and -desolate homes,
away there, with the light earth of
the Pennsylvania hills or deep alluvi
um of the Vicksburg trenches scarce
covering their heroic forms, lay many,
oh! how many a prized one, “some
body’s darling,” for ever, ever lost on
earth to the sorrowing oi es at home.
Silent for ever the familiar voice; gone
the loving glance of the faithful eyes,
the pressure of the warm lisp, the
grasp of the manly hand—all dead,
cold, lost, for ever lost—brother, sou,
friend, and lover “dearer than all.”—
O nation! saved with such a legacy of
woe, be faithful to their memory; scat
ter early flowers ou their lone, silent
graves; and let all—the humblest soft
cheeked drummer boy, as well as the
gray-haired leader of corps or regi
ment be enshrined for ever on thy bat
tle-scroll of heroes, and honored with
never-ending gratitude. Then, as
time softens down the cruel grief for
their loss, there will tea flash of pride
in the moistening eyes, as the dear
one’s name is mentioned, and the trem
ulous voice of ever faithful woman will
say, responding to some inquiring
friend: “Yes; that was Harry’s favor
ite btok; (picture of skates, or gun,)
you know he fell at Gettysburg, poor
darliug boy!”
Hi * * if. if.
In great New-York City, the toiling
masses, the workers for life and daily
bread, and the workers from mere hab
it of work or greed of gain, w ere swel
tering under an August sun; while but
one short hour’s travel from Wall street
and its “golden calf” —on the shaded
balcony of the Howland House, at
Long Branch —the bright auburn hair
of Miss Lizzie More, aud dark, luxuri
ant locks of her Southern friend, Miss
Benson, were gently stirred by the
the ©ool breeze coming in from the At
lantic ocean.
Theirs was not only a very different
< xistence, but a very charming one;
at least, so thought Miss More as she
gazed over the far-strecting sea, her
blue eyes fixed with most remarkable
earnestness, seemingly, on a noble ship
with all sails set, working its way to
ward a port.
Her eyes may have been on this ship
—but her thoughts, ah! who can tell
the vagaries of a young girl’s thoughts,
as she sits by the beach at Long
Branch ?
Whatever, they were, they had kept
her silent for a period of more than
ten minutes. This t ilence was some
what remarkable, too; for within a ra
dius of not more than three yards
from her chair, not only was her bo
som-friend Hortense Benson seated,
but two elaborately dressed
young men were balancing themselves
on. the hinds-legs of the rather ricke
ty hotel-chairs, puffing clouds of cigar
smolve (by permission of the ladies)
and to the delight of themselves.
Hut Miss More’s reverie came to an
end, as the book she was holding fell
frt_m her hand; and she said, with a
blush:
“I wonder when the next train will
be in? I expect brother Alf down to
day. He is coining to stay a week or
two, and is to bring with him a friend,
an officer in our army, who was badly
wounded some time ago. Alf has been
ill himself, and has procured a few
weeks’ leave to recruit his strength.”
“Your brother and I were in the
‘Seventh’ together Miss More,” said one
of the chair-balancers. “I never can
forget him. On the way to Washing
ton, in ’6l, he was the life of our regi
ment; and I believe his drolleries kept
many a poor fellow from fairly giving
out during that hungry march. —
Whei'e has he been serving since ?”
“In Ketucky. with the th corps.
I believe in the neighborhood of your
uncle’s place, Hortense. Kenwood
House is near Greensburg, is it not ?
“Kenwood House urn near Greens
burg,” answered Miss Benson, fixing
a pair of sad dark eyes on her friend’s
merry blue ones; “it ruins are yet ”
“Its ruins!” exclaimed Miss More.
“Do you mean to tell us the house has
been destroyed ?”
“Yes; nearly a year ago. When
last I saw it, there was a Federal bat
tery upon the lawn, where you used to
disport yourself, dear Lizzie, in the
happy old days. The house, after be
ing riddled with Confederate shells,
finally took fire, and burned to the
ground ”
“Why, Hortense, you never told me
this before. How I pity you, and
how ”
“That was the season I didn't tell
you,” interrupted Miss Benson with a
sad smile. “You know we Southerns
are too proud to court compassion.
I am only one among the thousands
who have suffered in the South; and
perhaps some in the North, too, for
the matter of that.” While speaking,
she bent over to her fair-haired friend
and whispered, “are you certain that
this wound of your brother’s comrade
is the sole cause of your sympathy for
him ?”
“Nonsense !” said Miss More, color
ing. “I never sav/ Colonel Fentress
more than a half-dozen times. Come,
Hortense, let us take a stroll on the
beach.”
Saying this, she threw her summer
hat quickly over her auburn hair and
started up from her chair, though the
adroit movement did not conceal the
blush that suffused her cheeks.
The two young ladies had been in
separable friends and bosom confidents
for the last half-dozen years. They
had been class-mates in the same
Northern school. But unlike a great
many school-friendships, theirs did
not terminate as the gates of the “In
stitute” closed behind them, and they
went their different' ways in life; since
a constant correspondence and loyal
attachment had been kept up between
them. They were both beautiful; but
of so different a kind of beauty, that
jealously on this score could never
have arisen between them. Lizzie
More was a vivacious, light-hearted
little blonde, while her Southern friend
was the very opposite—a brunetto of
serious terperament, with a slumber
ing mine of impetuous feeling that, at
intervals, glanced out from her grand
black eyes. Poor girl! her life for the
Lust few years had been full of sombre
and sad episodes. A Kentuckian by
birth, all her family ties had been torn
ruthlessly apart by the rebellion rag
ing in the South. Her parents dying
while she was a mere child, she had
been adopted by a rich uncle, a violent
and leading Secessionist of that State.
His treason cost him his life, he fell at
Shiloh, shot through the heart. Her
only brother,. educated at a Northern
College, had remained true to his coun
try, and taken service in the Union ar
ni), thereby securing implacable ha
tred and ostracism from his Southern
relatives and friends Her uncle’s
place had been destroyed early in the
struggle; and she deeply felt his death,
as the loss of her childhood’s home
But there was a still crueler blow in
reserve, one that nearly crushed the
young life from out her heart; she had
seen her girlhood’s idol, her lover,
all that she thought most noble and
chiva rous —an oflicer in the Confeder
ate army—shot down before her eyes
—laid dead almost at her feet.
This melancliolly event had occur
red after her uncle’s death, and in a
different part of the country. She re
moved with an old maiden aunt to
Baysviile, a a illage in one of the South
ern counties of Kentucky,
This place was then several miles
within the Confederate lines; and was
held by small scouting parties of the
gray jackets.
Henry Godfrey, a Captain in the
Confederate army, commanded a small
out-post about six mile? from the
place: and this same Captain God
frey was to Miss Hortense Benson the
very pinkiest of those flowers of chiv
alry that so abounded in the South. —
In very truth, a handsome, dashing,
reckless rebel was that young blood,
who managed to win the heart of
Hortense, once and for ever.
Os course, Captain Godfrey was a
frequent visitor to Baysviile; and it
was astonishing what scouting duty
he found it necessary to perform in
that particular locality. Poor fellow !
the temptation was irresistable, and
led him to Baysviile once too often.--
On a certain day, as he was sitting
with his sweetheart in the front room
of her aunt’s cottage, suddenly a dis
tant shot was heard—then another—
then several close at hand; and short
ly after, a dozen of his own gray-juck
ets came dashing down the street in
hot haste and disordered ranks.
“Hide for it, Cap!” cried one, “the
Yanks are uppon us !”
Godfrey rushed tow ard the door, af
ter one hasty embrace from his tremb
ling Hortense. His horse was near;
he grasped the bridle and sprang into
his saddle; but as he did so, a score of
blue-coats came riding round the 'or
ner cf the street, led by a horseman
with a pale face and jet-black beard—
a man who, once seen, could never be
forgotten.
They were close upon Godfrey be
fore he could turn his horse to retreat
—the pale leader, with presented pis
tol, crying out, “Surrender! *
But surrender never entered into
the mind of the dashing Confederate
captain. What! yield up like a cow
ard, and before the eyes of his mistress?
He saw her standing with her pale
face pressed to the window-pane, fear
less for herself —but oh! with what
terroi and anxiety for the gray horse
man outside!
“Surrender ? There!” cried he, as
he fired his pistol in the face of the ad
vancing foes. But his aim was at fault;
their leader was unhurt; and with a
few 7 bounds his horse was beside God
frey’s, and his hand, firm and strong
as a vice, grasped the embroidered col
lar of the rebel’s coat. At that instant
a shot was fired, and with a loud cry
the Confederate captain fell to the
earth, where he lay, still and motion
less as in death.
There was an answering shriek, and
the pale face disappeared from the
window!
***. * * *
About a year after this afflicting ep
isode, Hortense Benson received a pres
sing invitation from her old school
companion, Lizzie More to spend the
summer with her; hence their presence
together on the gay beach at Long
Branch.
When the Ladies returned from
their stroll, the train was reported
coming in, and they seated themselves
on the piazza to await the arrival.
“Yes, yonder’s Alf!” cried his sister,
springing from her chair; “that’s Alf
in the hack, waving his handkerchief!
Don’t you see, Hortense ? I must go
and meet him!”
And she ran along the corridor, and
down to the gravelled walk.
“Come, colonel, here’s Lizzie! Get
out and be active; we will have
you dancing a polka in a week,”
said Major More, as he met his sister
on the hotel steps, kissing her while he
spoke.
“I trust so,” replied Fentress, “but if
you do, you can lay claim to more
skill than old Dr. Rock, who t ays my
dancing for a long time will be ‘ln
dian measure,’ on one leg. Miss More,
I’m so happy to see you again !”
This last was delivered in a differ
ent tone of voice, and in a much low-
er key.
When Hortense Benson caught
sight of the new arrivals from an up
per balcony to which she had retired,
a sudden cry escaped her, as from some
intense but repressed feeling. Then,
grasping the balustrade, she looked
over it, her cheeks as pale as
death, and her large lustrous eyes fix
ed with a wild look on the face of Col
onel Fentress. Hate aud horror seem
ed to sti uggle for mastery of expres
sion; then, with a loud cry, she sunk
down on a seat that chanced to be be
hind her, covering her face with her
hands, as if to shut out some hideous
sight.
In an instant her friend was on the
balcony beside her.
“Dear Hortense !” she cried, what
is the matter ? Are you ill ?
“Yes, deadly ill—O my God! that
monster! Take me to my room —let
me leave this place !”
And she sprang up from the chair
and rushed back through the hallway.
Miss More gazed after her friend,
speechless with astonishment.
“What is the matter with Miss Ben
son ?” inquired her brother; “is she ill,
Lizzie ? By Jove, she did not even I
look at me,asshe passed mein thehall.”
“Who is the lady ?” asked Colonel |
Fentress, “I only wish I could run as
fast as she.”
“An old friend of ours,” answered
Miss More, recovering from her as
tonishment. “Her name is Hortense
Benson; she is a Kentuckian, and a —”
“A rebel, I presume,” interrupted
Fentress with a smile. “It must have
been the sight of my uniform that
startled her. But surely, my limp
should have been an offset ? See ; ng
that, should be some satisfaction to
her.”
“She has no prejudice against your
uniform, I assure you,” replied Miss
More; her own brother wears the same.'
I cannot tell why she acted so; but I
must go and see what has become of
her.”
Miss More found Miss Benson in
her own room seated upon a sofa
couch, and sobbing convulsively
Gliding up to her, and placing an arm
around her neck, she said:
“Hortense, tell me me what is the
matter with you 1”
“O that monster —that fiend 1” cried
Hortense, starting from her prostrate
position, her hands clenched and all
the passion of her nature flashing out
from her dark eyes. “I hate him -I
could k»ll him ! Yes, kill him as he
murdered my poor Harry!”
Then dropping back upon the couch,
she laid her head upou its pillow,
while her grief found vent in passion
ate tears.
“Who is this monster ?” asked her
friend, more astonished than ever.—
“Os whom are you speaking, Hortense?”
“O Lizzie ! Lizzie! why did you ask
me to come here ? Why did you ever
bring me into the presence of such
a wretch ?”
“A monster, a fiend, a wretch ?
Dear Hortense, it is terrible to hear
you talk so. Whom are you talking
about.
“Who?” cried the Southern girl,
again starting up, “who but that friend
of your brother ? I would know that
murderous face in a thousand; it was
he who shot down poor Harry before
my eyes—and oh! so cruelly, so cru
elly too—the cowards, when they
might have captured him, for he was
but one among a crowd of his murder
ers!”
“What!” cried Lizzie More, “Colonel
Fentress the man who killed Captain
Godfrey.” I
“Yes, yes! I knew him the moment
I saw him. He killed—shot him down
before my very face!” j
“You are mad, Hortense!” retorted,
Miss More, her face flushing, and her j
blue eyes shinning angrily; “Fentress
is a brave and honorable soldier —as
brave and honorable as any Southern j
ever was, and one who could not be
guilty of a cowardly act.”
“I tell you,” ciied Miss Benson pas
sionately, “he may be brave, noble, and
honorable to you", but I know him on
ly as a coward, a cold-blooded assassin.
Go, ask your chivalrous knight, she
said bitterly, “if he is not the one who
shot a young otlicer, in Baysville that
was a prisoner in his grasp, ii he
; says no; I'll tell him to his face he is a
liar, as well as murderer !
The grief of the young Southern
girl had made her reckless; and she
raised her clutched hand mthe air, as
if it held a dagger.
“I wou U not insult Colonel Fen
tress by asking him such a question,”
said Miss More, also with angry ener
,„y. “he never injured mortal in his
life, except in fair and open warfare,
as any brave soidier would.
“Do you call that honorable warfare,
Lizzie More; twenty to one, and then
NO. 50.
showing no mercy! It was a murder
ous act. Ham Godfrey could not
have escaped. Jf aw him shot down,
and heal'd his dying groan; aud that
Colonel Fentress did it I call Heaven
to witness. And oh! he was so good,
so noble; and I am so wretched now!”
The poor girl again dr *pped down
upon the conch, and wept as if her
heart would break.
"Dear, dear Horten se/’ cried her
friend, clasping her by both hands, “if
Fen frets did such a deed as that—if
he kill and Godfrey as you say he did—
I shall never s}>euk to him again; much
less Oh! it cannot bo! I shall go
ask him about it. There must be some
mistake. I know aud feel there is.—
He could not have done such a thing.
Do not believe it, Hortensc!”
Saying this, she bent down and im
printed a kiss upon the forehead of her
sorrowing friend; aud then hurried out
of the chamber.
Major More ftnd Colonel Fentress
were still on the balcony when she pass
ed out from Miss Benson’s room.—
They saw she was pale and looked
troubled. Her brother even asked her
if she was ill. She only answered ‘No/
and sat down beside them.
“Colonel Fentress,” she said, “do
you know a place called Baysville, iu
Kentucky ?”
“Baysville!” repeated the colonel,
looking with some astonishment in the
face of his fair questioner. “Oh! yes;
I remember the place. We occupied
it last fall, for a short time after our
advance southward. I believe I was
the first yankee that set foot in its
streets.”
“And you captured a Confederate
officer there, did you not ?*’
“More than one; we ruptured sever
al of them in the place you speak of.”
“But there was one who was taken
coming out of a cottage, he was hrst
made prisoner, and then shot ?”
“Ah! yes, poor Godfrey; I took him
myself; he was shot in the spine.
It was a terrible wound. A If, did I
ever tell you about it ? The surgeons
say not one man in a thousand could
have got over it.”
“Who fired the shot ?” asked Miss
More in a trembling voice.
“We never knew that I think
it must have been one of his ow n men,
as one of mine was wounded at the
same time.”
“She thinks you did it!” cried Miss
More, scarce knowing what she said.
“Who thinks I did it ?” asked the
colonel, with a look of amazement
“Hortense Benson. She w r as in
Baysville at the time, and says she mw
you eaptm'e Harry Godfrey, and then
kill him.”
“Kill him? Kill Harry Godfrey?
Why, I saw him alive less than a month
ago.”
“Alive!” screamed the young lady,
so loud that the saunterers in the pi
! azza turned and looked at her in won
der. “Alive! Harry Godfrey alive!’'
and in her excitement, she seized hold
of Col. Fentress’s arm.
Major More, who had been an as
tonished listener to the dialogue, gave
a low whistle, and caught his sister by
the disengaged hand
“F« r heaven’s sake, Lizzie,” he ask
ed, “what’s this all about? Tell an
unenlightened savage, so that he may
weep with you, if needful.”
“U AltT Alfl” she cried, “don’t
you know? Harry Godfrey was poor
Hortense’s dearest friend— her fiance,
in fact,” Lizzie added, blushing and
looking down. “She thinks him dead;
has mourned him so many a day !—-
And now Colonel Fentress says he is
alive! Colonel, are you sure what
| you say is so ? Are you sure of it ? ’
I “I am sure of t his much,” he replied,
“of having captured a rebel officer in
Baysville, as he was coming out of a
! cottage; of his sending a bullet close
; to my head, because I called upon him
to surrender ; of his being shot, as I
I grasped him by the collar; and of
his dropping from his horse, a dead
man as 1 imagined; of my leaving him,
and riding on, my wish being to follow
living rebels and leave the dead or
wounded to others; and lastly, of my
meeting him again alive, about a
week after, on bo rd a steamer in the
1 Cumberland River, on her way to
Cincinnati—taking him, along with
our own wounded, to hospital. God
frey's was a curious case; he was shot
in the spine; and it had paralyzed his
arms and deprived him of speech, so
that, for a long time, he remained in
thaigsute, though I believe he is now
getting over it. So, Miss More, if my
I Baysville captive should chance to be
'your friend’s fiance —but stop! what
am I thinking about ? I’ve got the
fellow’s portrait!”
I “Where? Where?”
“Among my traps. 11l go get it.”
Saying this, the colonel started
toward the room that had been assign
ed to him.
He soon returned, holding in his ban. I
a earte-dc-vixile, which Miss More fairly
snatched out of his grasp, and then
ran away without looking at it.
“Why, Fentress,” said his friend,
“this beats the "Romance of the Forest ’
The Kentuckian brunette must have
recognized you as the ‘slayer’ of her
knight, and that’s why she retreated
with such precipitation.”
“Poor Godfrey!” replied Fentress,
“he is not dead, but bis fighting
are numbered. Fortunately for him,
our surgeon, under whose care he
chanced, was a Kentuckian and an old
school-fellow. He treated him tender
ly as a brother, and by great skill suc
ceeded in making a cure of him. He
is injured for life, of course; but when
I saw him, last month, he was getting
on famou. Jy, though he cannot use his
hands as yet. He was rather low-spir
ited, it is true; but that was because
ae could learn nothing of his Southern
friends—Miss Ben sou, I presume,
among the numl>er.”
When Miss More reentered the bed
chamber, Hortens© was combing her
hair before the glass, her rule fare
contrasting with the cold-black tresses.
Her friend, now quite hysterical with
excitement, gilded up, and throwing
both arms around her neck, cried out,
''Dear st Horten se, he’s alive 1 he's
alive 1 Your Horry still lives 1”
The comb dropped from the hand of
iorteuse} she grasped Lizzie by the
wrist, as if rudely, and held her n t a
distance— her jet-black eyes Hashing,
her throat swelling, am I her foot an
grily stamping! Then,catching sight
of the photograph, she gftve a strange
cry, looked at the portrait for a second
with eye-balls as if starting from tbeif
sockets, and fell swooning to the floof*;
**4444
A few months after, Harry Godfrey;
a crippled ami paroled prisoner, sailed
for Europe, taking along with him and
very tender nurse in the person of hW
wife, Miss Benson— I ha/ uax.
The story of his supposed death was
this: When he fell, almost mortally
wounded, in the streets of Baysville,
his sweetheart had fainted away at the
sight. Her aunt, entering the room,
found her lying on the floor. Mean
while, the ‘'Yanks” hud swept through,
and passed far beyond, leaving a lingo
force to occupy the vili ge. By these,
the dead and wounded had all been
removed; before Hortense,crazed with
grief at her lover’s fate, had deputed
her aunt to go and see what had le
como of his body.
Upon in quay, she learned that the
dead had all been buried, and that, an
officer answering to the description of
Cuptniu Godfrey lmd Inten interred
with the rest. Indeed, to remove all
doubt, she received from the officer
who had charge of the burving-party,
Godfrey’s watch, upon which were en
graved the initials of his nam<; as also
his note-book— both found upon the
body. I V/iut could have been more un
doubted proof of his death ?
But it so happened that, on the
morning Captain Godfrey rodo into.
Baysville for the Ja-t time, he had giv-.
en over his watch, ; nd note-boolf to.
the lieutenant, of. the troop, for a sj*e- -
oial purpose. T.iis otiiour hud beiiou
killed when the first tli ng took 1 -litre;;
while Hairy himself, found still living,,
had been removed to the field-hospital'
some miles in the rear; and next day
was sent by his friend, the Kentucky
surgeon, to a hospital steamboat lying
in the Cumberland Biver.
The dangerous nature of his wound
had for a long time hindered all com
munication with his friends; aud so
assured lmd they become of his death,
that no further inquiry was made con
cerning him.
Thus it happered that Hortense'a
lost lover, mourned by her as lost for
ever, was restored to her arms —there
to be clasped with the fond affection
of a bride.
A State Judicial t'oiiventlon.
The following “Circular” is a move .
in the “right direction:”
Cuihbeet, Ga., May 13,1869.
To the lluuuruUe Judge* of the. Sujicrtur
Court*:
Dear Birs: In view of the fact that
die rules of Court, established by the
•Judges in Convention many year since,
»re detective in various particulars,
aud on ucc< unt of the changes in our
organic system and current legislation,
fail in adaptability to the exigencies of
our present government and laws, we
propose a Convention of the Judges of
the Superior Courts of ihe State to re
vise and modify said rules under the
authority granted by section 3181, Ir
win’s revised Code.
We, therefore, respectfully ask you
to meet us and tlie other Judges in
Convention at the Capital, in Atlanta,
on Tuesday, July 13tn, next, at 11 o’-
clock, a. in., for that purpose, and al
so to consider other things of impor
tance ami interest to the profession and
to the people.
C. B. dole, Judge Macon Circuit,
J. I>. Pope, Judge Atlanta Cncuit,
J. R. Parrott, Judge Cherokee Circuit.
D. B. Harrell, Judge Pataula Circuit.
The Fire. —ln speaking of the fire
on Friday night, we neglected stating
that the building that was burned
down by Davis’ Theatre, and occupied
by Mrs. White, was ow ned by Mr. N.
E. Gardner; no insurance; the build- 1
ing cost $6,500. The theatre was own
ed by Messrs. Davis and Mor is. Their
loss was some $40,000. Mr. Davis nls>
had his dwelling burned down. Mr.
McAllister, loss some $1,200. Mr.
Madden occupied a room in the thea
tre; his clothing and personals were
all lost.— At Intel.
BSaT An Ameiican merchant who
joined the Cuban army, and who was
wounded in the recent battle, arrived
in New Yui kon Saturday. He pre
dicts that by Di combe. Cuba will be
in the Union, and says that General
Cespedes has two thousand Americans
in his army, an . expects as many more
in a few days.
The Southern Cultivator for
Juno is on our table. It is an admir
able Agricultural Magazine, and i very
farmer should take it. It gms an
inviting table of contents.
The New Yoke Times on Rkcom
stbuction. —Tlio mingling in organiza
tion and in a< tion ot Southern mer
chants and Northern merchants, of
Southern itnerals and Nortla ru Gen
erals, have furnished an omen of “re
construction” more potent than any
political shibboleth could have tup
plied.
The Greeks at ther own Doors.—
The Working Women of Boston, at
their meeting last week, adopted this
sensiblo resolution:
Jiesolved, That lire white women and
girls who to-day give a long and hard
day’s work for twenty-cents in ourren
i C y, are quite as much the object of
| Christian and benevolent sympathy ze
' were the negro slave women of the
i Southern riu swamps.