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THE MONBOE Mm, ADVERTISER
GEORGE A. KING & CO.
VOL. XXlll.
Professional Cards.
S. “ ,l "-
Attorney iijul Solicitor at Law.
in office with lion, 1 . B. Cabiness, Forsyth
Georgia. Collection of Claims a Specialty
Oct 12 lm
Wl VIONE.
. ATTORNEY AT LAW,
FORSYTH, GA.
W ill practice in all the courts of the_ Flint
Judicial Circuit arid the Supreme court of the
St.ce. Strict attention given to collections.
S3?"Office. Up-stairs over Ponder & Ham’s
Dry Goods store. novl2 lm
T. li. ( A BANIfcS. J- H. TURNER.
Cabamss & Turner,
Vr£ OK> EYm AT lA U
I’OIL'Y ill. aA.
Will pruOtk* in State and Federal courts,
nov 12yin
11 I. iiKUNER C. A- TURNER.
BERNER & TURNER,
ATTOKNEYS AT LAW,
FOKBYIU, :::::: : : : GKOKGiA
WILL practice in all the courts. Prompt at
tention given to all business entrusted to
hem. The collection of claims a specialty.
Office Up stairs in Pye’s flail. ocllT^
T. C. BATTLE,
ATTOKNEY -A_T HL-A/W,
i’orslYtii. <!•:<{'.
Will practice in th<U3uperior Courts of Mon
j-oe and adjoining emmties Also in the Su
preme Court \V ill give close attention to all
business entrusted to him- Collecting doubtful
.•aims a specialty- Office in Courthouse
novUt It-
T. W. KING,
Justice - oi ike Peace*
Office in the Court-house, up stairs.
Will attend to any collections intrusted to
this care. febldtf
W. L. B. ALEXANDER
< Xl'ers liis prot-u-dojial services to the citizens of
FOKBYTH
sum surrounding country. Calls may U‘t
ut his rcskh nw; or at (lie Drug Store of g. O-
Mays and will receive prompt attention.
ib Alexander respr* tlully announces that
IH-ietofore his plantation in Houston county
has required his absence from home occasion
ally for several days at a time, but his arrange
ments are such now as to enable him to devote
bis entire time to the practice of medicine, and
tie will always he found at home or at his
office when not professitxially engaged.
Forsyth, July 15 lb7M. if
DENTISTRY. "
1 have opened lu office in the Adver
tiser building fUrst room to the right, up
.stairs) and am prepaired to do all kinds of
r , lETi ,. DENTAL
QZLO WORK
in a faitti.’ful and satisfactory manner. H hen
trarties jiff.-, not prepared to come to my office,
it notified i will cheerfully call at their res-
T. E. CHAMBERS.
Mis'je!iai.e:iis Advertisements.!
Monroe Female College.
FORSYTH, 0-/V.
Tbis long established Institution of Learning
will resume exercises
August 26, 1878-
A full Board of Instruction, a healthful and
pleasant location, the refining influences of
one of the most intelligent and moial com
munities in the State excellent facilities for
attainment in the fine arts, all tend to ecu.*
intend it to favorable consideration.
Hoard and Literary tuition have been redac
t>d till the expense of both for the fall tern.,
of four months, is only S7O.
Those desirous of procuring for tlair daugh
ters superior advantages of mental aiur social
culture would do well to sa ltd at once for a
atalogue of the Institution
Thankful to the public fm he lit a ral patron
if the past, tlie Institute n h-ks with re
neweu' fli’iw !llul confidence o- tin prospect of
the futu.V. P -p President,
S. G. HILL VEIL Dl>.
WM- iI - 1 b.Al>
banker,
Forsvtli, w - G-a.
Dealer In
BTOQK3. BONDS. GOLD and SILVER COIN
Deposits Received, Commercial Faper Dis
o runted, Loans made on Stocks, Bonds or
other first-class Collaterals. Advances
made on Cotton and Produce,
in store. Collections made in
all parts of the U. S.
mine in corner under Pye House
HOUSE and LOT
For Sale-
I offer my house and lot situated on J/iun
Street, in Forsyth, within three minutes walk
of the court house square, for sale at a sachi
fh k. Any one in search of a comfortable
bome-‘d“rtdd see me at once. There is a beau
tiful grass lawn in frent of the house, a large
garlen in the rear, and a straw tarry bed and
fine young orchard on one side The house
bjfjj four rooms <>n first floor and two ro< ms
up stairs l have expended a great deal of
money within the past three years to make
thi9 a comfortable home- It i a baigain to
whoever will buy it.
HR. W. L. CARMICHAEL.
Written for tae Moseok Adveetxske.
NELLIE GUAY,
—OR—
SOLD FOR GOLD.
BY ECII.A NIKPHaL.
On the banks of the grand Mississippi, some
five miles from St. Paul, stood a splendid man
sion known as “ Seaside Retreat.” And as we
gaze at its surrqundiiigs we at once can tell it
is the abode of’wealth aud luxury. Proudly
standing, looking gut on the bosom, of the
broad Mississippi, with its picturesque scenery
an 1 magnificent surroundings, stood the home
of Edward Gray. ,\t the southern endtof this
mansion, facing the river bapkg, was a beauti
ful flower garden. The fiery tints of the egg
set clouds and the amber and gold of the cast
at dawn lavished a splendor over this taste
fully arranged Eden
Half reclining on an old rustic seat, with
her bare white arms resting carelessly against
the back of the moss covered chair, her while
dress falling in graceful folds about her, her
head resting on one little hand, the feet, in
their high-heeled slippers; protruding from be
neatli thp fold of her dress, sits a young girl
of seventeen s„mu.gr3 pnising. Withal, it was
a pretty picture. Presently a be
fore her, and a low, musical voice says:
“ Nellie, have I kept you waiting ?”
“ No, tVffbpr, jt is never tiresome waiting
for you,"
Only one glance and we know fhey pre
lovers.
“Well Nellie, wlfjtt is my answer? Is jt
that you will many rhe in spite of all, or can
it be you have decided to seU yourself for gold?
Oli Nellie, I have loved'you so long! I tried
to smother my love when I knew you were
the promised bride of one you did not love,
but I canpof.’'
“ Wilbur, you muse no. pppalj If) me thus.
1 am the promised w ife of Charles Parker, and
I cannot be false even to him. I marry him
in a week.”
“ But you do not love him.”
“ Ilffsh, Wjjbiir. You must leave me. Good
bye-”
“Oh, Nellie, my darling! You lope me j you
cannot deny it. Nellie, look ir. my face and
say that you do not love me, and I will go and
never see your face again.”
“ Wilbur, you are dearer to me than life,
and if my father’s will can yet be bent, I will
he you. j. A-epf ipe at this place to-morrow,
fill then, my dqtrliqg, good b-,”
And Wilbur Lenore turned to lea.ve ttije ooly
woman he had ever loved She watched him
down the graveled walk until his erect form
could he no longer seen, and then, with a pale
brow, she arose and walked toward Iter home,
once happy home it w** af, this home Wil
bur Lenore had wooed and won her; at ibis
home she had first met him, and at this home
she must be sold for gold. “ No, I will seek my
father and at least beg for mercy.” As she
entered the bioad hall, tjie chandelier light
falling full upon her made the tears j;; her
soft brown eyes look like tw T o diamonds peep
ing from beneath the black lashes. Steadily
walking on till she reached he>' father’s study,
she gently tapped at the door.
“ Who is it?” be asked.
“ It is I, Kellie, father j may I poine in ?”
“ Yes, come in. Have a seat,” lie said, a lie
drew a ehairnear him.
“ Father. 1 have come once more to ask you
to recant your assertion and allow me to mar
ry Wilbur Lenore. Think what it is to give
my life to a man I can never love. Suppose
mamma’s father,, had opposed your fpapriage.
Only think of that, and I know you will not
oppose my marriage with Wilbur Lenore.”
“.Nellie, God only knows how dearly I love
you and your interests, hut I cannot, nor will
not give my consent to a union between my
child and a pauper, as I term Wilbur Lenore.
If you marry Charles Parker you will have
every comfort that wealth can procure, hut
were you to marry W ilbur Lenore, your fair
life would he one of hardship and toil. This
I could never bear. Nellie, listen to me,
word must be your law; one week from to
day you marry Charles Barker,"
Leaving the fair, sweet girl pleading with
her father for happiness, the reader will go
with me to St. Paul, and will peep into a
handsome residence on Broad street. It is a
grand building, with its brown stone front and
marble pavement. It is recognized at once as
the home of the rich. As 1 asked the reader
to only peep with me, we will first look into
a hondsomely furnished apartment in the
upper story. All that wealth could procure
was therein. Lying upon a couch of crimson
valvet was a young man of twenty five years,
seemingly absorbed iu a paper before his eyes,
whose pages he neither turned, nor lines pe
rused. What was he thinking of ? Maybe it
was the humdrum noise of the busy town
without, or perhaps he had clasped hands
with memory and was revisiting some fields
of pleasure in the sweet by-gone days. Pres
ently he begins talking, or rather thinking
aloud. He tells his own story.
“ Well, yes, l am soon to be haltered by
Hymen’s knot 1 know I am not worthy of
her, my beautiful Nell, but nevertheless the
old man thinks so and this is sufficient. 1 will
try to make her a kind husband at any rate,
and give her all that money can command,
and she shall be queen of this grand city, and
what more can I want to make me happy ?
Hush, conscience; I don't propose chatting
with you. You must wait tilljsome more con
VOl Jent season. I don’t know what makes me
think much of that girl this evening. Why,
here I ant soon to be married to the belle of
this broad Una, and letting my thoughts for
a moment .rest upon a poor shop girl. Con
science, go back; l will not think of that to
day ; I will listen to you at some future time.
1 must see Nellie,’’ he said, ae he arose aud
rung the bell.
It w a- soon answered by bis French servant
“What will Master Charles have,” he sail, as
he tipped his hat and bowed before his mas
ter
•• Frank, order my carriage and drive me to
‘ Seaside Retreat-’ ”
“Yes, sir; it will be at the door In a half
hour ” But aknust instantly his head was
thrust iu the doe>r again, sayi ig. “ There is a
lady in the front parlor that wishes to spt-uk
to Master Charles Parker.”
-Well, I will be down in a moment 1
guess it is someone on a begging expedition."
In a few moments he entered the parlor and
1 beheld a youthful face which, though hopeles^
FORSYTH. GEORGIA. TUESDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 3, 1878.
and weary, was still unsoiled by shadows of
dissipation. Her dress, though dusty and
threadbare, was worn with a womanly grace.
The bloodless complexion, save the hectic
flush on the cheek, the sunken eyes and the
low, hollow voice, showed too plainly that
consumption bad begun its foul play on that
once beautiful form. Charles Parker ex
claimed :
“ Jessie —Miss Woodbiue! you here? Wiiat
brought you here all alone?”
“ Yes, Charlie, I am here, and for what par
pose you .well know. Charlie, |I am told you
are to marry, In a week’s time, Nellie Gray.
Oh, tell me, Charlie, if this is true. Listen to
me, Charlie. Once I was the pride of a fond
mother. It was then you met me and then
you poured your tale of love in my willing
ear. It was then you poisoned my young life
and stole ail l bad—my u’ M aragtg;. I believe;}
in you, trusted you and you have repaid my
’trusting confidence only with a shameful name.
Charles Parker, look in my face ! You can see
J am spqg fo jegye this friendless world for a
-home beyond tfie skj.es. Gqd hqg forgiven
my weak, sinful heart, and promised me a
home in heaven. Oh, Charlie, my darling! I
have loved you so dearly I shall not forget
you when I cross the cold stream of death and
arrive at the gate of heaven. There I shall
intercede for you. Charlie, I have one wish,
one Jutty .WMf < y“ e '-Jut my mother does not
suffer-. I must soon jeayg hgr, and ypn grfl},
I know, for my sake, care for her. I was her
only dependence, and when I am gone, ] feel
assqjod you will take my place. She has for
given you, ay has hep c|ijld,”
.When Jessie Woodbine eomiuencoft speak
in J, Charles Parker looked in her face with a
proud, defiant gaze, but now his head was bent
and the tears that trickled down his cheek be
spoke the remorseful sense that burned within
liis soul.
“ Yes, Jessie, I will be a son to your mother,
and will always care for her. God forgive me
for the wrong ; jiayp .done yoq, ay.d hejp her,
your mother, to bear her trials.”
“God grant you may keep your promise,”
so saying, Jessie Woodbine went out of that
rich house to seek another, on the suburbs of
the city We will leave Charles Parker on
his way to “ Seaside Retreat," and follow
Jessie Wopdoinq to q<?r qpmt,.
Far out on the suburbs of the city was a
neat little cottage, with trailing vines cover
ing the door and flowers and evergreens sur
rounding the house, and all without bespoke
taste and refinement Now as we look within,
we see a meagrely furnished apartment, with
only enough of Uje efforts of life to call it
home, sweet hopie. Sitting before a wqjk
covered table, was a woman of some'forty-five
years, busily stitching away at some work
that only paid her enough to keep the wolf
from .the door. At a glance we know that
heart is the seat of trouble, With a shdi she
glances down the street and instantly her eyes
wander back to her work, and she seems given
up to thought- A light tapping at her door
attracts her attention, and she answers in a
sweet voice. “ Come in,” and Jessie Woodbine,
with a weary step, walked in and was once
more within her little nest she called home.
“ Sit down, Jessie darling, you look so weary
and careworn,” said her mother, as she untied
the s'ring of her little walking cap, and re
moved the light summer shawl from her daugh
ter’s slender iorui. “ ifou were gone s long,
Jessie, that I had become very uneasy about
you, but since you have come, tell me if what
we heard is true.”
“ Yes, mother, he marries in a week and I
will not-be here, but mother, go to the church
when the bridal train are tfiere, and mother,
tell him [ loved him to the last." fcjo saying,
the girl was seized with a fit of coughing
which lasted till consciousness fled. Her
mother summoned help and laid the fainting
girl upon the bed.
Up the graveled road that leads to H Seaside
Retreat,” a splendid carriage was making its
way. The high stepping greys were tightly
reined up before Edward Gray’s mansion, and
Charles Parker lightly sprung from the car
riage and walked into the house. At the door
he rung the bell, and was answered by Nellie’s
maid, Flora. lie asked if “ Miss Gray was
in,” and Fiora told him she saw her go to the
summer house an hour before he. Turning
from her, ha hurriedly made his way to the
place in question and stopped outside the door,
for a voice within attracted his attention. It
was saying:
“Oh, Nellie, my darling, how can I give up
when 1 have loved you so long? It was yo*
who first taught me how pure a thing true
womanhood could be, you who first taught
my heart to love, and now after trusting you
I must give you up”
“ No, \\ ilbur, I had rather die than marry
Charles Parker, but my father’s word is passed
and it must be my law, I do not love him,
but he has wealth and my hands canfiot bear
toil us they must if I were to marry you*
Poverty, dear Wilbur, is the barrier between
us.”
“ \ es. Nellie, I am poor, but I would wil
lingly lose all save honor, for your sake. I
would work till these hands and this frame
lie still in deuth, before I w-ould see you suf
fer.”
They were interrupted by a figure stepping
quietly into the vine-covered house.
“Mr. Lenore. why is it you address my
promised wife in such words?”
“ Because I love her. A good reason, 13 it
not? Mr. Parker, marry her if you will, her
heart is mine.” The clear, searching eyes
rested mournfully upon the flushed, downcast
face of Nellie and with a gmtle “God bless
you, Nellie, good by,” Wilbur Lenore left,
nevermore perhapt. to gaze upon Nellie Gray
face. Nellie arose aud taking the proffered
arm of Charles Parker, she walked toward*
the house.
Several days bad passed. The bridal fabrics
were fitted to Nellie’s slender figure, and the
wedding day was near at hand.
Charles Parser lingered about h.s sumptu
ous home, seeming scarcely to live, utterly
miserable iu his wretched career and only be
stowing upon Ins betrothed what love his sel
fish Datuie could give. One evening as the
last rays of the setting sun shone in softened
splendor over all St. Paul, Charles Parker
mounted one of his magnificent greys and
started off’ to find pleasure in an evening ride.
Far out from ill*- busy eity he rode, whiling
away the hours as best he could, until night
had and awn upon him, and lie turned to retrace
his steps. He had reached the suburbs of the
“In God we Trust 99
city, wheu madly daubing down the-street, a
carriage came, frightening his horse so he
threw his luckless rider against the stony
pavement, and consciousness fled. Restora
tives were at once brought, applied, and by
the aid of two men he was enabled to walk to
the nearest cottage. He stepped in at the
door. Something on the floor, with a weep
ing woman kneeling by the side of it, arrested
his gaze, and, with a groan, his bands went
unconsciously to his head, he reeled, fell, and
everything faded iuto oblivion. In falling,
his broad chest struck the casket containing
all that was left -of Jessie Woodbine. Care
fully they raised and'Laid him on a snowy bed
in Mrs. Woodbine’s little parlor, and day after
day he seemed facing death’s door. All med
ical assistant was used, but to no avail.
Nellie Gray paid him brief visits every day.
tut deep down in the recesses of Ifor hpqrt,
Nellie longed for and prayed that the Heaven
ly Father would take him on to meet his vic
tim, Jessie Woodbine.
Mr. Gray had a son living in Buchanan, a
little town on the shore of Lake Superior, and
to tlf'i'9 place Nellie begged, her father jo let
her go to drown her sorrows in the gay, fash
ionable society of Buchanan, and a few clays
later four large trunks, containing Nellie’s
wearing apparel and Wilbur Lenore’s picture
were sent to the depot, and a handsome car
riage, with a pale, sad-faced, sweet girl, occu
pying the back seat followed them. Her
ftithe; - foupet i; pqtmqrtabie sept op the qfyady
side of the car and ;yjth ap affectionate good
by and a kiss, lie left her to her thoughts.
As she sat thinking, her eyes espied a gen
tleman on the opposite side of the cars seem
ingly very much absorbed jn p paptq: before
his eyes. Occasionally they would wander
from his paper to where Nellie sat, and with
an excited movement would instantly let them
fall back upon his reading. In a few moments
he laid aside his paper and walked over to
where Nellie sat
“You looked so lonely that I thought I
wopUl like lu ta||c wij-b you, i; you yviiri allow
me,” he said, as he took the seat by her with
out waiting for her answer.
“I looked lonely, did I? Well, 1 did not
deceive my looks. Did you know this is the
darkest day of my life?”
He sat looking in her face as she spoke, and
sqmeibing tn pep yeiyu arid wanner peeked to
make him ratlior uncomfortable and he ven
tured to ask:
“ Why is this day so lonely?”
“ That you cannot know.”
His voice and eyes recalled Wilbur Lenore
and she said, scarcely knowing that she ut
tered a word, “ Yes, that voice and those eyes
arc his owti.”
“ Stop twenty minutes for dinner ” roared
the conductor, and then slammed the door vi
olently.
“If I can be of any service to you pray
comniuiid jj,,” Ipellie’s strange; - friend said,
and before she replied he remarked .
“ Will you go into the diningroom with me,
or shall I have you a lunch brought here ?"
“ Neither, I thank you ; I am not at all hun
gry, and besides I haye plenty iu my basket
when I care to eat,” Nellie replied, arid with
a graceful tip of his hat he walked out of the
car.
She sat and thought, after he had gone, and
somehow she could not help connecting the
face gf fye slianger with ihpt of Wiibup Le
nore.
He soon came back and took an opposite
scat and resumed his paper. The cars went
on, stopped at several stations and towns, and
at last the conductor shouted out, ‘Buchanan !’
Nellie started. It was her place of destina
tion, and she gathered hep skirts and went out
of the door. The stranger offered her his arm,
and they were just leaving the ca? when Nel
lie was met by her brother. She turned
around to ask the name of the stranger that
she might introduce him to her brother, when
}o j he was gone.
[Concluded iti our next..]
So much may be accomplished in the spare
minutes! Jf the farmer, while he is waiting
for his dinner to be ‘dished up,’ would on
that loose pailtng to the garden gate, or do
five minutes work on the door step which
needs repairing, or tack up the vine which the
storm has beaten down, he will feel none the
worse for it when he sitsdowq to dinner, and
yet tlie piece of work will give him satisfac
tion every time he thinks of it. More than
this, the mended gate will keep the chickens
from destroying the garden, thus saving him
dollars qf money and hours of time. The
mended step may save poqie member of th#
household a heavy fall, and perhaps broken
bones. The vine over the window gives an
air of refinement to the house. The lesson
can be applied indoors as well as out. Tlie
woman who is quick to observe little things
that need doing, who mends garments as soon
as possible after they are torn —who does not
think it too much trouble to get her needle
and thread and sew a rent up in an odd five
minutes—will never have her mending bas
ket piled up so high that it half distracts her
to look at it. The old adage, a ‘stitch in time
saves nine,’ is as true as it ever was.
—
A SqCAKE Man. —Col. A. M. Waddell, of
North Carolina, who was lately defeated for
Congress by Judge Russell, responds to cer
tain suggestions that he should contest for the
seat, by saying he believes Judge Russell was
honestly elected and he will do nothing to de
feat the public will. He cannot assume that
the 7,000 voters who staid away from the
polls would have voted for him. Says Mr.
Waddell:
“We see it constantly predicted that the
Democrats having learned from the Republi
cans, will ‘feed them out of the same spoon ’
God forbid l For eight years I have been de
nouncing the crimes committed by the Re
publican party in connection with that birth
right of the people, the elective franchise, and
it would be a pitiable conclusion to such de
nunciation if it should result in an imitation of
such offenses. Judge Russell received a ma
jority of the votes polled, although only a
little more than half the voters of the District
went to the pulling places. If I should con
test his right to a seat in Congress, and be
successful, I would be doing just what I have
condemned Mr. Hayes for doing, viz: holding
an office to w hich I was not elected, and draw
ing a salary which rightfully belongs to an
other man ”
We are patiently awaiting the disclosures
of the secret investigating committee.
Don’t Stand on tlie Track.
A thought strikes my soul with a feeling of
awe
That life is a railway, whose engine is law,
V\ hieh knoweth no rest and never turns back.
\\ bile it shrieks out its warning—“ Don't stand
on the Track /”
There are laws for the body, and laws for trie
soul,
By yielding-obedience their force we control;
They know. up.-exemption for white os for
Then hitrk to the warning— Don't stand "in the
Trtick/ - , ,
TLe iron horse, fiqgress, former rolls on.'' ‘
Old systems die arid new ones arc Ijorn ;
We must go with the-engine that'nfever turns
back, , .
Of. else heed U;e. warni agVr-Don'island on the
Track! „ :
man! Ivcep aw tike on the journey of.
Your pathway with terrible danger is rife;
The speed ot the iron horse never grows slack
*or the love of your lire, don't stand on the
track!
Shun the fumes of the cup as the rattlesnake's
hreath—^
Tou are playing with fire that will burn you
to death;
Y ield not to temptation, tho’fierce its attack,
Remember the warning— don't stand on the
track.
\\ itli eyes never closing, vour watch you must
keep, f '
For our passions are often, like <Wild beasts
asjgep.
bin take§ from thft soul what it never brings
‘
For the sweet hqpe of heaven— don't stand on
the track.
A Lui|tl pf iyoi|c|crfi|l gitfltls.
A correspondent of the Troy Times now
traveling in Colorado thus describes the at
tractions of that wonderful country: But
while Colorado cannot, like othei States, boast
of its immense agricultural products, it can
justly claim to have the grandest natural scen
ery in the pation. Jts gjapt mountains, its
snow.pappcd peaks, its towering' cliffs,' its
mighty canyons, its grand and beautiful parks,
its charming valleys, its clear placid lakes, its
wonderful cascades, its marvellous mineral
waters, its deep mines, and its mammoth caves
make it a wonderfully attractive place to
thousands, botp from opr lapd and lapd be :
ypiujs ihq Wpereyer we went, on
mountains or hills, in valleys or mines, wo
found parties seeking instruction, health, rec
lcation and pleasure. The different runges of
the Rocky Mountains extend lor over a thous
and miles’ within Colorado alone. Among
these ranges are 200 peaks reaching an eleva
tion of over 10,000 feet, apd 30 or 40 peaks
which are over 14 000 leet high. Several of
the great rivers of the West have their sources
in this mountain region, among which we may
mention the Platte, the Arkansas, the Ri
Grande, and the Iliq Colorado- 'phe payks of
Coloradq are a peculiar leature pf the scenery
of the State. They are vast basins or plateaus
of land lying between parallel ranges of the
mountains and surrounded on all sides by
lofty and rocky They aye thought to
be tpe bottoms of great lakes'which existed in
a former age of the world’s history. The sur
face of these parks is diversified by lakes and
rivers, and covered by tall grass of rank
growth, with here and there a li'tje limiter.
Tffe four principal qoes are "North Park,”
“Middle Park,” “South Park,” and “San Luis
Park.” The latter which is as large as the
other three combined, contains 18,000 square
miles—and is equal to the State of Massachu
setts qdded to that of Vermont.
ttt — -
Lowis Napoleon’ii Curl.
At a sale recently in Paris a wonderful price
was obtained for five franc pieces which have
a peculiar historical interest, though not of
remote date. The coins in qucstjc p j> t re Unovyn
to rqodeft} numismatists —or, at any rate, to
that considerable number of them whose
home is in Paris—as ‘‘the coins with the
curl.” There were never more than twenty
three of them, and the tale of their origin is
sufficiently curious to deserve mention, if rot
to give the poips thejr fancy value. Some
time after Napoleon had assumed the
Presidential chair, and while rumors of the
coup d'etat were already in the air, it was de
cided to set the piofile of i.js face upon the
national coins. A specimen live franc was
brought from the mint to the President and
left for his approval, lie was troubled with a
great deal of other business, and allowed the
piece to lie on the mantel piece in the palace
without ever taking the trouble to examine it
with any care. After the lapse of some days
he took it up, and after a short scrutiny dis
covered that the face w r as, as he thought,
spoiled ty the appearance of a small curl of
hair which the artist had represented on his
forehead He accordingly sent down to the
mint to object to tnis ornamental detail, and
beg that it should be removed. L’uluckiiy,
the authorities, after what seemed a respectinl
delay, had accepted silence of ( the Presi
dent as a proof that he was satisfied, and were
at the moment actively engaged in stamping
the pieces with the die on which the obnoxi
ous curl of hair appeared. This proceeding
was at once stopped, but twenty three of the
coins wert already turned out, and these
identical twenty three five franc pieces have
been put up for sale and bought for the re
spectable sum of just £lO a piece.
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Ex-Gov. Chamberlain has telegraphed to
the Attorney General of South Carolina that
if it be true, a9 reported, that an indictment
has been found against him for complicity in
certain notorious frauds perpetrated agaiust
that State, he will voluntarily appear to meet
it. He respectfully asks to be informed when
the State will te ready for trial, and whether
any bond for his appearance is desired. To
this Mi Youtnans, the Attorney General of
South Carolina replied that the next regular
term o: the Sessions Court, before which the
case against Mr. Chamberlain would be tried
would begin on the fourth Monday of March
next, and that reasonable bail is desired of
him. The New York Times states that Gov
Chamberlain has replied to this with an offer
of whatever amount of hail is desired, and re
questing that he be allowed to execute bis
bond in New York. He will endeavor to se
cure a trial earlier than March if possible.
There seems to be a decided opposition to
Ibe passage ot the “ Bell Puuch Law ” among
the barkeepers and some of them are advanc
ing strong arguments against it.
Perils of Hie Prairie-
Iu winter the dirnger of the prairie deepens
and becomes manifold. The deep snow ob
literates all landmarks. To the plain dweller,
however, all the myriad features of the prairie
are but so many guide boards pointing out bis
destination. He who runs may read. He has
the sun by day the moon and stars by night.
The pointing of a blade of grass points him
east or west; the bark of every tree north and
south';- the birds of the air forecast the weath
er for him. The minutest trail or track is vis
ible to him. He sees a twig broken, and it
tells the story of a passing animal; an
ed stone tells where the animal drank. He :
will distinguish the trail of a wagou on the
piairie years after it has passed. The grass
he says, never grows the same. There is not
a sign of the restless wind that is unintelligi
ble to him. He will take a straight course in
one direction over the plains, where no land
marks can be seen, on days when the sun is
not visible, nor a breath of air stirring. The
half-breed or Indian never gets lost. If he be
caught iu a storm upon the plain, his escape
becomes simply a question of physical endur
ance. Of a lower order of culture, and of a
solitary habit, he is scarcely susceptible of the
mental tortures that prostrate the white man.
As an illustration of this fact let me tell you
the story of a half-breed of my acquaintance :
This hybrid individual was by occupation a
yqyager in summer and a hunter and trapper
in the winter season. His mental calibre was
very ordinary, being unable to read or write
and his habit apathetic, living alone. Some
of his ponies having strayed off upon the prai
rie during the winter months, he went in
quest of them. The prairie was the native
heath to him, which he had trod from infancy
with the same assurance that ordinary moitals
walk the pavement. He had no fear of being
lost. Every depression in the snow-clad earth ;
every stunted shrub, was a landmark to guide
him on hjs way. yet, aftey an absence of half
a day a storm arose that obscured the land
marks, and despite all his prairie craft, he
found himself lost. lie accepted the situation
and knowing that any effort to extricate him
self until after the subsidence of the storm,
would only prove fruitless, spt about making
preparations for his safety from; freezing. He
qßacked himself to a clump of cottonwood
trees as a landmark, and walked in a circle
about it. Night came on and he still walked.
Day followed, and night again found him still
walking and the storm unabated. At ler
his moccasins wore off Ins feef. Ife took the
long “ militsqrea” from lus hands and t;ed
tltmri on fn lieu pf his shoes. Then he walked
on through the third, fourth and fifth ilajs
and nights, supporting life by chewing liis
leather hunting shirt. The sixth morning
found liis feet frozen, and striking the InMeu
paths ljke bits of his hands were m a
like condition, and his face but little better.
During the day, however, some wandering In
dians discovered him in an apparently dyimr
condition. '1 hey took ffim i> a neighboring
fort, aqd aiW the surgeon had bereft him of
portions of both hands and feet, and taken a
piece from his face, he got well.
\\ hen found by the Indians, it is worthy of
remark, that with the exception of exhaustion,
the mjin vyqs meqtaliy inure acute than when
he was first lost. During all those fearful
days and nights the combination of terror, de
spair, and above all, longing for human com
panionship, and striving against that dull in
tellcctuality and apathetic temperament in
vain, there waa an indifference to, and ignor
ance of, the finer parts of the torture which
effectually shielded him from danger. He
simply did not know' enough to experience
any of the feelings w hich would have wrecked
a higher order of intelligence.
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An Eccentric Man’s Will.— The will of
Wm. McSorley, who died on Staten Island,
A oik, last week, has been admitted to
probate, McSorley’s career was an eccentric
one. He came to the United States from Ire
land when a lad, penniless, and entered into
the services of Governor Daniel D. Tompkins
as a laborer. When the works of the New
York Dyeing and Printing establishment were
built on Staten Island he went to work in them
as a carman, mid continued to diive his horse
and cart for fifty years, and long afur lie had
amassed a large fortune. Out of his carman’s
wages lie saved enough to buy a Share in the
dye works. This, after an interval, lie repeal
ed, and bought land—ail the result of plodding
Up hi the day of his death he could not be
induced to wear any but workman’s clothing,
although lie bad built and comfortably furn
is >ed a cottage at West New Brighton for his
family. The properly he leaves Aggregates
$300,000 in value. In Lis w ill McSorley left
to his two daughters .Mrs McHugh and Mrs.
Iteilly, only $3,000 each, the balance of the
property being divided among the five sons.
Mrs Reilly began a contest on the gr. und of
undue influence exerted by the testator’s wife
over him, ow ing to the antipathy of the moth
er to Mrs. Reilly’s husband. The ease was
compromised by the sons allowing the sisters
SIB,OOO to $30,000 each.
An Old Kentucky Dcel- —A duel was
fought at Soap Island, in Bridgeport, in 1836.
The participants w ere Shelton and Kingsbury.
Shelton thought it was real; Kingsbury knew
it to be a joke The guns were loaded with
soft soap Shelton won the first tire, hanged
away and dropped behind a log Kingsbury
walked up, put the muzzle of the gun agaiust
the bead of Shelton and pulled the trigger.
Such a looking man was never seen. Soft
soap covered his bead entirely. In the agony
of despair Shelton reached up, got a handful
of the soap and exclaimed: “Oh, my poor
brains ! my poor brains!’’ hoax
he sprang up and chased Kingsbury off the
island with rocks, swearing all the while like
a sailor. Shelton afterward enlisted in Sam.
Houston’s war, and made a good soldier
Coming back from Texas, he parsed through
Hardinsville with his guu on his shoulder.
One of his old friends cried out ‘ Halt!” lie
lid so. “Present arms!” He presented.
“Make ready!” He did so. “Take aim !” He
aimed. “Fire !” He wheeled, tired right at
the fellow, the bullet just missed his head,
went through the door and dropped on the
floor inside. Shelton took to his heels.
In the civil war he made a brave soldier,
was unflinching in his attention to duty, t>
died like a soldier at Missionary Itidge.
The paragfcipLer that wss hanged
the guard around the gallows . ** Tl
but a hemp-tie show-”
PUBLISHERS AND PROPRIETOR
Tom Potter’s shooting.
Tbej’ lmd been talking about the remarkable
performance of Dr. Carver the marksman who
shoots with a rifle gl iss balls which are sent
into the air as fast as a man can throw them.
Presently, Abner Hying, who was sitting by,
said :
“That’s nothing.”
4i What is nothing?”
Uin . that shooting. Did you ever know
Tom Potter?”
“No ”
hotter was the best hand with a rifle
I ivi r saw 'beat that, man Carver all hollttw.
111 tell you what I’ve seen Potter do. You
know, may be, along here in the Cherry season,
Mi. 1 otter would want some cherries to pre
son e ; so Tom and pick ’em for her, and how do
you think he’d stone ’em ?"
“I don’t know How ?’’ - v
“ U he ’ dfill his gun with bird-shot, and
get a b °y to drop a half bushel of cherries at
one time from the roof of the house. As they
came down he’d fire, and take the stone clean
out every cherry in the lot It’s a positive
fact. He might occasionally miss one cheriy,
maybe, but not often. Hut he did bigger
shooting than that when ho wanted to.”
“ \\ hat did he do ?”
“Why, Jim Miller—did you know him?
No? Well, Tom made a bet once with Jim
that he could shoot the buttons off of his own
ccat tail by aiming in the opposite direction,
and Jim Miller took him up ”
“Did he do it ?”
“Do it! He tiked himself in position, and
aimed at a tree in front of him. The ball hit
the tree, caromed, hit the corner of the house,
caromed, struck a lamp post, caromed, and
flew beJjiiHl Tom, tied nipped the button off
as slick us a whistle. You bet he did it ”
“That was fine shooting.” S. '
“Yes, but I’ve seen Tom Potter beat it. I’ve
seeu him stand under a flock of wild pigeons,
billions of them coming like the wind, and'
kill ’em so fast that the front of the flock
never passed a given line, but turned over and
fell down, so that it looked like a brown and
fcutbeij Niagara, lorn did it by having
twenty ihiee breach-loading rifles and a boy
to load ’em. lie always shot with that kiud.
“ \ ou say you saw him do this sort of shoot
ing ?”
“Yes, sir; and better than that too. Why,
1 11 tell you what I’ve seen Tom Potter do.
1 saw him once set up an India rubber tar.
get at three-hundred feet and hit the hull’s eye
twenty seven times a minuit -wicn oc mm
bail, lie would hit the target, the hall would
bounce back light into the rifle barrel just as.
loin had clapped on a fresh charge of powder.
ai:d so In- kepi her a going backward and for
ward until at last he happened to move his
gun and the bullet missed the muzzle of the
barrel. It was the biggest lliing I ever saw ;
tiie very biggest— except oue.”
u What was that?”
“ by one day 1w as out w ith him when ho
was practicing, and it came on t.. min Tom
didn t want to gel wet, and we hud no um
brella, and what do you think he did
“What ?”
“Now w hat do you think that man did to
keep dry ?”
‘1 can’t imagine.”
“Weil, sir, l.egot me to load his weapons
for him, and I pledge you my word, although
it began to rain bard, lie lot every drop that
came down, so tnat the ground for about
eight feet around us was dry as punk. It was
beautiful, sir, beautiful.”
And then the company rose up slowly und
passed out, one by one, each man eyeing
Abner, and looking solemn as lie went by;
and when they had gone Abner looked queer
ly for a moment, and said to uie:
“1 here’s nothing 1 hate s > much as a liar.
Give me a man who is the friend of the solid
truth and I’ll tie to him— Max Adder.
Rev. Mr. Talmage, in one of his recent ser
mons, cast the following picture from the
magic lantern of his eloquence: “Tiiosc em
blazoned windows on each side of the church,
are the screens. I turn upon that screen
(p. in ting to the left) the magic lantern of the
home. Mother is putting the- little ones to
bed- A bright lire burns in the nursery grate.
Two little foreheads arc pressed against the
white counterpane. Two little voices mur
mur a player. Now the mother puts them
gigglinsr ami kicking, in between the white
sheets. Up to tlieir little dimpled chins is
tucked the spread. Now a good night kiss
upon each of the rosy lips. I turn the magic
lantern of the jioli _e upon that other screen.
A little fellow is cuddled up in his kennel
under the damp and dripping staiis of the
warehouse. His fingers thrusts through his
matted hair are his ouly pillow. He has no
parentage. lie was pitched into the world by
a merciless incognito. Has he no home?
Where are the g.od Christians? Oh, in rock
ing ch;t rs with tlieir feet on ottomans, reading
Bui wit’s ‘Last Days of Pompeii’ and weeping
over the girl who got petrified.”
It is mournful to see a man more’n full.
Professional knitters me always able to tell
a good yarn.
Eve ry and >g has his day but the nights belong
to the cats.
Never strain a point in writing. If you do
you will have to sharpen your pencil again.
What is the difference between a successful
lover and bis rival ? The one kisses the miss,
ami the other misses his kiss.
Mending blue stockings with white yarn
makes them a darned sight too conspicuous.
The man who was kicked out of the house
by an irate parent didn’t laugh in his leave.
A cabinet maker, deriding a lawyr—
was indebted to him, said the o
ever bad was a book case an-’ " -c
lected to pay him for.
* Is that a frunii of *
man pointing to one ,
down the street
Saturday,” re*
“ 1 have ju
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