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Uy the Eagle J Company.
VOLUME XXXVIII.
HOT * WEATHER
Is Here I And With It
E. E. ANDOE & CO.
Are showing all Kinds of Hot Weather
Goods.
Straw Hate,
Wash Suits,
Light weight unlined Serge Suits,
Neglige Shirts,
Gauze Underwear.
Umbrellas and Parasols,
Oxford Ties and Slippers in all
the latest lasts, toes and colors.
Immense line of Embroideries, Laces and
Ribbons.
FANS—a beautiful assortment of colors, shapes
and sizes.
Wash Goods,
Organdies and Silks.
Pattern Suits and all the new Trin rnings to match.
OUR GROCERY DEPARTMENT
Is full of nice fresh goods, and our prices are right.
Come to see us. We are glad to show
you through.
R. E. ANDOE & CO..
14 Main St.
Telephone t).
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University,
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'W'gh grade Institution with good equipment and excellent Faculty.
’ ll^ Courßes in Latin Language and Literature ; Greek Language and Liter-
J English Language and Literature; Modern Languages, Mathematics
■wid Astronomy; Natural History, Physicsand Chemistry; History and
Many students finish the college year at a cost of $l6O for all expenses.
' For catalogue or further information address
I’OIjIuOCIv, Pres’t, Macon, GJ-a.
Thomas & Clark,
rs Manufacturers of and Dealers in
MB/f HARNESS, SADDLES, WHIPS, ROBES,
Blankets and Turf Goods.
hand made Harness a specialty. Repairing neatly and quickly
Hone.
Thomas <& Clark.
<fr)or below Post-office, - - - GAINESVILLE, GA.
AuTL-AJSTTA., GA„
Dealers In
jgJi American and For- Monuments, Statuary
eign Granites and and Mausoleums.
Marbles.
Quarry Owners Blue Building Work of all
and Gray Granite. descriptions.
We have a fully equipped cutting and polish
ing plant with the latest pneumatic tools
to compete with any of the wholesale
trade.
OFFICE 30 and 32 Loyd St.
Plant Cor .Gr wlla tt St. & Ga. Ft. Ft.
THE GAINESVILLE EAGLE.
HYNDS MFG. CO’S
Midsummer Clearance Sale
OF
Organdies, Lawns, We Goods, Etc.
Our buyer leaves for Eastern markets within the next few days, and
and we must reduce our heavy stocks in order to make room for
new Fall Goods. To clean them out we have decided to cut prices
into HALF!
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Large line line printed Organdies and Lawns, One case fine 36-inch Percales, Merrimacs and
7c, 8c and 10c quality, cut 5c yard. and Majestic brands, always sold for 10c and
Large line printed Organdies, 10c, 12 l-2c and 12 1 *“ c ’ Cut t 0 7 1 '“ c y ar< E
15c quality, cut to 7 L2c yard. Ladies’ Shirt Waists, 75c quality, cut to 38c
Large lot Checked Nainsook 7c, 8c and 10c each.
quality, cut to 5c yard. Ladies’ Shirt Waists, $1 quality, cut to 53c.
Large lot Checked Nainsook, better quality, Lot Men’s Shirts, Silver brand, bosom with cuffs
12 1 2c and 15c grade, cut 7 l-2c yard. detached, $1 the world over; cut to 40c.
One case White Goods, Checks and Plaids, Crown brand, equal to above and better line of
striped, have been 10c, cut to 5c yard. colors, detached cuffs, formerly sl, cut to 50c
One case White Goods, finer quality, 12 l-2c Soft bosom Negligees, standard quality, lowest
y ard - ever sold before |l, cut to 50c.
Every buyer should examine this stock without delay.
Every article mentioned will prove
a genuine bargain.
J. G. Hynds Manufacturing Company,
Retail Dep’t, corner building, Main and Broad Streets,
GAINESVILLE, GEORGIA.
FURNITURE I
We are now turning out at our Planing
Mill some very attractive Furniture. Elegant
finish, beautiful styles. For 60 days prices
will be on the advertising basis. Rare oppor
tunity is offered those wishing anything in
Furniture. Samples can be seen at our store.
Don’t buy until you examine goodsand get
prices. HYNDS & CO.
GEORGIA railroad..
AND
CONNECTIONS.
For information as to Routes, Sched
ules and Rates, both
famoger and freight,
write to either of the undersigned.
You will receive prompt reply and
reliable information.
JOE W. WHITE, T. P. A., A. G. ’
JACKSON, G. P. A., Augusta.
S. W. WILKES, C. F. & P. A., At- j
lanta.
H. K. NICHOLSON, G. A., Athens.
W. W. HARDWICK, S. A., Macon.
S. E. MAGILL, C. F. A., Macon.
M. R. HUDSON, S. F. A., Milledge- i
ville.
F. W. COFFIN, S. F. & P. A., Au
gusta.
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GAINESVILLE NURSERIES!
A full line of all the best old and .
new varieties of Fruit Trees—Apple,
Peach, Pear, Plum, Grape Vines,
Raspberry and Strawberry Plants, ;
Roses and Ornamental Shrubbery.
Every tree warranted true to name..
All trees sold by these Nurseries •
are grown in Hall county, and are
thoroughly acclimated to this section, 1
No better trees nor finer varieties
can be found.
Don’t order till you get our prices.[
Addresc,
GAINESVILLE NURSERIES,
Gainesville, Ca.
Established in 1860.
GAINESVILLE, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, AUGUST 4, 1898.
To the Citizens
—OF—
Hall County.
I have been engagaged in the real
estate business here for a number of
years, and have been of service to
many of you in selling your prop
erty. I have spent a great deal of
time and some money in advertising
j our section and holding out induce
ments to people to invest their means
i here and thus help themselves and
I us. lam now better prepared than
I have ever been to aid you in
SELLING
your property, and to help those de
siring to come among us to get what
they want. I have connect.j?ns with
i the railroads throughout the North
and West that place me in direct
communication with those who are
looking this way for homes. I have
properties of all kinds in hand for
sale, but want more, so that I can
I give every man just what heis looking
tor. City property, farms, water
powers, mines, and large tracts for
colonies. Leave a description of
your property with me and I will
I probably find a purchaser, as I now
j have inquiries for all these properties.
I will sell several lots at prices
ranging from S6O to SIOO, one-third
cash balance one and two years at 8
per cent interest. These lots are
convenient to Cotton Mill, Shoe Fac
tory and Tannery. Hobbs’s Chapel
on adjoining lot. They are high and
dry and every one a good building
j site. Go out and select your lot,
then come in and close trade.
C. A. DOZIER,
Real Estate and Insurance, No. 1,
State Bank Building, opposite
Post-office.
Dr. C. A,. RYDER,
DENTIST,
GAINESVILLE, - - - GA.
Dental work of all kinds done it a
skillful manner. Crown and Bridge
work a specialty.
PARKER’S 1
WBMgaSI HAIR BALSAM )
S£SSaSBBS Cleansea and beautifies the Hair. |
Promotes a luxuriant growth »
Faile to Restore Gray?
Hair to its Youthful Color, f
Cures scalp diseases & hair falling. {
y 50c, and SI.OO at Druggists }
VIRGINIA COLLEGE ~ "
| For Young Ladies, Roanoke, Ya.
' Opens Sept. 8,1898. One of the leading Schools
for Young Ladies in the South. Magnificent
' bniidings, all modern improvements. Campus
ten acres. Grank mountain scenery in Vifley
of Virginia, famed for health. Europear and
American teachers. Full course. Superior ad
vantages in Art and Music. Students from
twenty-five States. For catalogues address the
; President, MATTIE P. HARRIS, Roanoke, Va.
|| IA J| a °d Whiskey Habits
■ ■ HI cured at home wiih-
■■ ■ 111 |W| out pain. Book of j ar
-11 ■ BWF ITI ticularssent FREE.
!s■■■■■& B.M. WOOLLEY, M.D.
Atlanta. oaTQffice 104 N. Pryor St.
JOHN MARTIN,
NACOOCHEE, GA.
REAL ESTATE.
Alines and Mining Lande,
Farms and Farming Lands,
Timber and Wild Lands.
SOLID INVESTMENTS AT
TEMPTING PRICES.
Correspondence Invited.
RUDY'S PILE SUPPOSITORY
is guaranteed to cure Piles and Constipation,
or money refunded. 50c per box. Send for list
of testimonials and free sample to MARTIN
RUDY, Registered Pharmacist, Lancaster, Pa.
For sale by first-class druggists everywhere, and
in Gainesville, Ga., by Dixon & Co. Call for
free sample.
LILIES.
I like not lady slippers.
Nor yet the sweetpea blossoms.
Nor yet the flaky roses,
Red or white as snow.
I like the chaliced lilies,
The heavy eastern lilies,
The gorgeous tiger lilies
That in our garden grow.
For they are tall and slender,
Their mouths are dashed with carminn
And, when the wind sweeps by them,
On their emerald stalks
They bend so proud and graceful.
They are Circassian women,
The favorites of the sultan,
Adown our garden walks.
And when the rain is falling
1 sit beside the window
And watch them glow and glisten.
How they burn and glow!
Oh, for the burning lilies,
The tender eastern lilies
The gorgeous tiger lilies
That in our garden grow!
—T. B. Aldrich.
WYNNE’S COURAGE.
It was a hot day by the wells at
Koster, not only because of the sun,
which was responsible for a mere
100 degrees of temperature, but be
cause of the inordinate number of
apparently immortal Arabs w’ho
were marshaled or rather thrown
in battle array and who came rush
ing ever and again in yelping multi
tudes on the devoted bayonets of a
little square of British infantry.
They fell, of course, in heaps before
the volleying rifles and machine
guns, but die they would not. Per
versity had taken flesh within them,
and they writhed, foaming with
pain, through sand and scrub, to
bury their steel, not in the bosoms,
but in the lower limbs and entrails
of their enemies.
There were young soldiers fasci
nated by the fear of death, who
would watch them coming, power
less to ward off the blow, the empty
rifle clutched foolishly in the trem
bling hand, till the fierce steel had
bitten out their life.
Marmaduke Wynne was a young
soldier; not so young in years, but
this was his first battle, and he
was afraid—horribly, paralytically
afraid. He felt fear in his heart, in
his throat, in his arms, bis legs, his
feet and his hands. It had worked
its way into his revolver and his
sword; his very helmet seemed in
fected by it, and cowered limply on
his head. He stood at a corner of
the square behind his man, not even
pretending to direct their fire, his
face white under the sunburn, and
his eyes half closed to hide the hor
ror around him. He dared not look
up; if the fear once crept into his
brain he knew he must run; w’hither
he could not tell—perhaps into the
midst of the enemy for very shame.
He was surprised at his weakness,
though all his past life might have
told him that it was bound to come
upon him. Not that his soul was
cowardly; as a boy he had ever
dreamed of high deeds of knightly
prowess which he would do when
manhood had given him the power,
but now that his first maturity had
been entered he still felt himself, as
of old, powerless to realize his brave
ambition. At Cairo he had blushed
at the anticipation of his coming
glory; here at the front facing the
enemy his stomach was sick with
fear and dishonor.
On came a posse of fanatics, their
long knives aflame in the sunlight.
A shout, a burst of smoke, a quiver
of bayonets—they disappear, but
two more of Marmaduke’s men are
gone. One had been just in front
of him—the enemy had got so far.
His lips blanch; the adjutant’s voice
breaks in upon his ear.
“Say, Wynne, this won’t do. This
beggar’s rifle’s sighted to 1,500.
That’s all nonsense.”
Another shout, another rush; the
boy slips back the sight, raises the
rifle to his shoulder, picks out a
horseman in the oncoming mob and
pulls the trigger.
“Got ’im!” says the adjutant tri
umphantly as the man falls from
his saddle, thereby impeding the
rush of those behind. The boy
throws down the rifle and turns
away saying, “Try 300, and keep
your men better in hand. ” He passes
on down the square.
Wynne dared not reply. He knew
his teeth would chatter if he opened
his mouth. How he envied the other
his coolness, and yet hitherto he
had never thought him a better man
than himself—scarcely had he deem
ed him as good. It was all a question
of temperament, he Cer
tainly that the latter had killed
the savage horseman was entirely
thanks to his nerves; there was no
courage required to shoot a man 200
yards away if one only knew how
to do it. Then he reflected that he
himself was afraid to fire off his re
vqlver for fear of hitting his own
meh. There was nothing cowardly
in that; it merely show’ed his con
sideration for others or at worst his
lack of self confidence. And yet he
knew at the bottom of his soul that
he #as behaving disg- acefully.
He tried to pull himself together,
and as a fresh charge came surging
forward he made a movement as if
of advance to meet it, but a spear
whizzed over his head, and in spite
of himself he shrank back. The
savages rushed in upon his men
with a dreadful howl, and to his
horror they gave way. His sergeant,
on whom he had relied, was cut
down and the young soldiers fell
back. He tried to tell them, to be
steady, but the words would not
come. He shook in a palsy of fear,
and for one long moment he stood
staring at the scene in front of him
with the gaze of an idiot.
“Close up, close up I” he heard the
adjutant shout. “Wynne, do you
wants us all massacred ?” The boy
, had jumped unarmed into the breach
' and knocked an Arab down with his
clinched fist. Wynne essayed to fol
■ low him, but his limbs refused to
si .OO Per Annum in Advance.
He closed his eyes in agony * * •
opening them again to find the line
filled up by fresh men, and the ad
jutant standing beside him with
rage and contempt in his childish
eyes.
“For God’s sake, forgive me!”
whispered Marmaduke. A furious
retort was on the other's lips, but
he checked himself at the look of
unutterable anguish on Wynne’s
face. A pitying haze came to his
eyes and he turned away, shrugging
his shoulders.
The fire ceased on all sides of the
square, and a handful of hussars
galloped forth to ride down the re
treating enemy.
• • ♦ • • • •
Marmaduke lay panting on the
ground by the wells. A fatigue par
ty, 20 feet away, was pumping up
the yellow, fetid water through a
leaky hose. A squalid crowd of men
were scattered about, groping in
meat tins which emitted a horrid
odor of decay. Marmaduke was dy
ing of hunger and thirst, but he
dared not eat such food. At the sight
of it his hand went instinctively to
his nose. So it was with the water.
To assuage his thirst he sucked the
buckle of his sword belt; to keep
down the pangs of hunger he munch
ed a piece of biscuit, turning it over
many times in his mouth and only
swallowing a particle at a time. It
was not hunger that he minded; it
was thirst.
Suddenly the pumping stopped.
“Halleluiah!” sang out a voice.
"Well,of all the blooming things!”
“What’s the matter?”
“Who’d have thought we’d ’ave
chawnced on the blessed mawdie’s
wine cellar?”
Marmaduke sprang to his feet.
One of the fatigue party stretched
over the well had pulled out from
some esoteric place of concealment
one, two, three, four, five, six bot
tles of champagne. The men gath
ered round.
“Koch Fils, 1884,” read one slow
ly. “Guess this ain’t no ginger
beer, anyhow!”
For once Marmaduke had his wits
about him. “Give you a tenner for
the lot 1” he shouted. The finder of
the treasure trove stared at him im
pudently. It does not take long for
a soldier to reckon up his officer
when he has seen him under fire.
“Five quid apiece is my price,”
he replied. “There ain’t nobloomin
civil service stores out here.”
Marmaduke flushed angrily, but
he handed the man a promissory
note and took two bottles.
Marmaduke cracked his first bot
tle and swallowed half of it at one
gulp. It made him feel light in his
head, but, God, how delicious it was!
He saw the adjutant looking at
him wistfully, a canful of the
muddy water in his hand. Wynne
was about to call to him when he
remembered the events of the day,
and turned so that the other might
not see his face. Then his moral
courage, of which he had plenty,
came back to him, and, clinching
his teeth, he w’heeled sharply about
and approached the adjutant.
“W’ill you condescend to drink
some of my wine?” he began sturdi
ly, but his voice faltered as he add
ed, “I do not ask you to drink with
me.”
The other looked askance at him
a moment, then said: “Don’t be a
dashed idiot. Os course I’ll drink
with you, and jolly grateful.”
“I’m afraid you must have
thought me a beastly funk today,”
said Marmaduke, his tongue wag
ging with wine.
“Oh, nonsense. You merely had a
touch of the nerves,” said the boy.
Wynne was still sober enough to
grasp greedily at this merciful theo
ry.
“That was all,” he said thickly;
“that was all.” And he took another
pull at the bottle.
“Dashed heady fizz this of yours,”
yawned the adjutant “It’s making
me sleepy. ”
“Wine doesn’t have that effect on
me,” declared Wynne fiercely. “It
excites me; it sends the blood rush
ing through my veins, through and
through; it braces my nerves; it
wires my muscles; it—it”—
“It what?” asked the adjutant
Wynne’s voice took a metallic
note.
“It makes me brave."
“You’re drunk,” said the sub
altern. “At least,” he added hasti
ly, “you’re not yourself.”
“I am myself,” retorted Wynne
excitedly. “D—n your insolence!
What do you know about me? At
this moment lam really myself. I
always am when I’ve wine in me.
Look at me,’’ he said, jumping to
bis feet and. striking a half ridicu
lous, half heroic, entirely theatrical,
attitude. “Look at me, look at me!
I’m a man. I’m not the woman who
hid behind you and asked your par- j
don today. I am the real Marma- |
duke Wynne, an officer and a gen
tleman and as good and better than
any man here.” He reeled and fell
down on the ground. There was a
burst of coarse laughter from his
men, who had been watching his
antics. In an instant he was on his
feet again, his eyes darting from
his head. His hand flew to his
sword, and the steel leaped from its
scabbard. “Silence!’’ ho roared,
and the men shrank back a shade
abashed.
For an instant the group stood
motionless; then the stillness was
broken by the report of musketry,
and a shout went up:
“Stand to your arms!”
The Arabs had slain the sentries
and came rushing in on the surpris
ed bivouac. Marmaduke felt the
rush and the tumult. He was aware
of a great black man who waved a
club; he saw the adjutant go down
in front of him, and his sword was
dashed in shattered fragments from
his grasp. The next second, with
NUMBER 31.
a cnampagne bottle m his hand, he
smote blindly to left and right.
After that he saw red, and red
only, but always he smote and
smote and smote!
• ••••••
“Yes,” said the colonel, “I have
taken your advice and recommend
ed Wynne tor the V. C. He must
be a good plucked un after all. And
I was rather afraid”—
“He only wanted blooding,” said
the adjutant, who had his arm in a
sling and sticking plaster on his
nose bridge.
He went away and found Wynne
sitting on a biscuit box, his head in
his hands.
“Congratulate you, old chap!”
“What for?” asked Marmaduke,
without looking up.
“The chief's recommended you
for the cross.”
“Me? Me for the cross?” asked
Wynne tunelessly.
“Yes, you for the cross. I told
him how you saved my life last
night.”
“Saved your life?”
“Yes. Don't you remember?”
“No!”
“What? Don’t remember hitting
that Hadendowa over the head with
a champagne bottle after he’d bro
ken your sword with his nut crack
er ?”
“I don’t remember anything of it;
not a thing.”
“Well, you are a queer chap! But
I suppose the excitement”—■
“It wasn’t the excitement—my
head, my head!” groaned Wynne.
“Well, anyhow, remember it or
not just as you please, but you
saved my life and the chief’s recom
mended you for the V. C.”
Marmaduke sat for some time
lost in thought; then he rose and
walked unsteadily to the colonel’s
tent. The latter was writing.
“ ’Day, Wynne! How are you
after the scrimmage?”
“I don’t want the cross,” he said
huskily.
The colonel looked up from his
writing.
“What’s that you say ?” he ques
tioned inattentively.
“I don’t want the cross—l don’t
want the cross—l don't want the
cross,” Wynne went on moodily,
passing his fingers over his eyes as
if he were dazed.
“What the deputy assistant adju
tant generalship do you mean?”
gasped the colonel. “Have you for
gotten yesterday?”
“No,” said Wynne, “but I want
it forgotten. I want it blotted out
of my life. ” ,
‘ : Why ? ” asked tte
“Because I was'guilty of conduct'
unbecoming an officer and a gentle
man. ”
“How?”
“I was blind, filthily drunk.”
There was a pause. The colonel
fumbled with his papers.
“Am I to take this seriously?” he
asked at length.
“Yes,” muttered Marmaduke.
A white haired, soldierly old gen
tleman met another white haired,
soldierly old gentleman on the
shady side of Pall Mall.
“Hello, Wynne! How are you
and how’s your son?” said the sec
ond to the first.
“I am well, thank you,” came the
answer stiffly.
“And what’s become of your
boy?” asks the first; then adds sud
denly: “What’s wrong with you,
old fellow? You look all queer.”
“My boy’s dead. Dead in Egypt.
Dead of drink. And all because of
that infernal war office.
“War office!”
“Yes, the war office. He won the
V. C. at Koster Wells and they
wouldn’t give it to him. He drank
himself to death from disappoint
ment. That’s what become of my
boy.”—Black and White.
Over 17,000 different kinds of but
tons have been found in pictures of
mediaeval clothing.
Make tne nesa oi lk
We may if we choose make the
worst of it. Every one has his weak
point; every one has his faults. We
may make the worst of these. We
may fix our attention constantly
upon these. But we may also make
the best of one another. We may
forgive even as we hope to be for
given. We may put ourselves in the
place of others and ask what we
should wish to be done to us and
thought of us were we in their
place. By loving whatever is lov
able in those around us love will
flow back from them to us, and life
will become a pleasure instead of a
pain, and earth will become like
heaven, and we shall become not
unworthy followers of his whose
name is love.—Exchange.
The Pipe’s Antiquity.
In Asia and Africa, beside Amer
ica, the pipe dates from prehistorio
times, and in Europe generally it
has been in use since and during the
Roman period, if not before. One of
the most learned antiquarians—Dr.
Petrie—says that smoking pipes of
bronze are frequently found in Irish
tumuli, or sepulchral mounds, of
the most remote antiquity.
Hard as it is to borrow money, it
is sometimes even harder still to
pay it.—Somerville Journal.
Apply castor oil once a day to
warts from two to six weeks, and
they will disappear.
The saber is an oriental weapon.
It was introduced into the French
cavalry in 1710.
At one feast Nero is said to have
spent more than SIOO,OOO in roses.
Icebergs sometimes last 200 years
before they entirely melt away,