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THE WEEKLY mwmEM [g published ever* THURSDAY MORNING: In Ovtersvtll*, Bartow 0 Ga., by Hamiiol 11. SSmitli, EDITOR and PROPRIETOR. IliilcN of Subscription: one copy three month*, ..... f I.o* On. oopv six months, 2.0f) One coi>f one year 3.00 (Invariably in advance.) p-, riles advertis'n? will he restricted In their „ntrscU to th- Ir irgitini vle buslne** ; that is to say, J i »ivprtisement. tat do not refer to their regular us lne«s will lie < hatred for extra. Advertisements Insertcl at Intervals to be charred as new eaeh Insertion, jy" Tlie shove rules will he to. 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. COME IN OUT OF THE OF I) EA T 11! Hesitation and delay are nothing hut. another form of buicirie when you have a remedy at jour hands to remove pain instantly. Dr. MaggieFs Pills Arethe tMie prrains »nd essence of health, and the latest pift that Science has given the world. From Mexico to Alaska Tbe people know them! The people use them! The people praise them ! The°e niffs grapple with Disease at its fountain-head and root it out f the patient’s system, at once. Th y fortify the body against Disease in all forms of sudden attack arid ep dem'c, and enable all to brave the niias ma.icdanger of swamps and forests. One of DU. MAUG ILL’S PILLS relieves the entire system of pain am. aches, enl vens the spirits and sends new blood BOUNDING THROUGH THE VEINS. Call for these nestimabie medicines at your nearest druggist’s, ami if bets.out of them send to the propri etor's office for them. Th*-y are mailed safely all over the glooe. One Minute to save your Life. Take Disease in time and you will suffer less and be saved many days of useless misery. What one hundred letters a day say from parties all over the habitable globe:— Dr. Muggiel, your pH’s has rid me of a’l billiousness No more noxious .loses for me in five or ten pills ta ken atone line. 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Let me have three boxes of your Salve and Pills by return mail. Doctor, my burn ha3 healed by your salve. FOR ALL THE DISEASES OF THE KID NEYS, RETENTION OF URINE, &C. Maggiel’s Pills are a perfect cure. One Pill will satisfy any one. FOR FEMALE DISEASES, Nervous Prostration. Weakness, General Las situde and Want of Appetite, Maggiel’s Pills will be found an Effect ual Remedy. MASS I ELS PULS & SAIVE Are almos t universal in their effects, and a cure can be almost always guar anteed. EACH BOX CONTAINS TWELVE OOGES; One Ik a Hose. “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 BLE h .VM LY PlijLß will he sufficient. »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 some article of the kind. lam free to c- nfess that I know of no remedy recommended by the ablest, authors that is so certain and speedy in its effects. On the con trary they are uncertain in the extreme. My object in writing you is to find out upon what terms I can 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 am shot through the hips. My general health is im palred, and I need something to assist nature I have more faith in your Sarsaparilla than in anv thino els. I wish that that is genuine. Please express me 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 him your Sarsaparilla. IT CURED HIM. I have for ten years recommended4t to many In New York, Ohio and lowa, for scrofula, fever sores, and general debili ty. Perfect success has attended it. The euree effect 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.