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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). - < A ? u ‘ >4* University, «•»- . '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! ' ' ■ — 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. , 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,