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PROPRIETOR. I
VOL. XVII-
* CITY DIRECTORY.
Knights or Honor.
CHRISTIAN Lodge, No. 1379, meets
the lit and 3rd Monday evening in each
month, at Masonic Hall.
Wm. M. WEAVER, Reporter.
Jko. A. Griffin. Dictator.
Roynl Arcanum.
KINU COUNCIL, No, 408, meets the
2nd and 4th Monday evening in each
month, at Masonic Hall.
Wm. M. WEAVER, Regent.
J. P. Wilson, Sec’y. t
American of Honor.
EAWSON COUNCIL- No. , meets
Jst and 2d Tuesday afternoon in each
J. M. STOREY, Commander.
Wm. M. Weaver, Sec’y.
“Uncle Primus’ ” tiospel Ex
cursion Train.
Di* #l# nigger’s hair am turnin’ wid de cot
ton on de stalk,
My limbi am stiff an’ feeble, hits er pain
for me to walk;
But wid all ob dis I’ss happy, and w en de
Gospel train comes by,
“Uncle Remus’’ will be runnin’. an’ will
stop fer me an’ “Ole Si.”
I’ll be waitin’ at de stasbun wider through
ticket in my han’
An’ I doan kalkerlate to leave de train,
dis side de promis’ lan’.
Bar’ll he er fussin’ an’ er grumlin', wid
dem sinners long de road,
Kxe dey’ll frink deyself good az we is,
an’ will spec ter git aboa’d.
We will “fire” de “newsbutch” fum de
train, nary pie is ter be sold
Fer we’ll bring ’long grub er plenty ef we
haz to fetch hit cold,
De cross ties will be ob marble, an’ de
spikes ob silver white
An’ dis Gospel train on de golden rails,
will shine like “lecktrick’’ light.
liar’ll be white folks too on dis Gospel train,
ter be dar at de last’ roll call.
But no matter ef my skin am black, dars
room up dar fer all,
An’ wid Uncle Remus’ ban’ on de throttle,
an’ “Ole Si” in de baggage kar,
We’ll lan’ “on time” in de promis’ lan’,
wid dem beautiful gates ajar.
[The Drummer
A MOTHER'S *LOVE.
BY A DETECTIVE.
Not many years ago, the mer
cantile community were annoyed
by an immense amount of spurious
paper most dexterously put in cir
culation. Checks were presented
at the principal hanks signed by
the firms of principal houses, and
4loney in the aggregate amounting
to nearly fifty thousand dollars ob
tained upon them. The peculiar
circumstances of the case disclosed
the fact that the forger resided in
gAhe city, and for months we were
on the qui vive to detect the crimi
nal. Every new face, every
stranger whose occupation and
pursuit were not thoroughly un
derstood, were subject to a most
rigid scrutiny. Still we were at
fault. It is not difficult to find out
the person who is not guilty of an
offense; the trouble is to discover
who is. And thus our search went
on. Baffled in one direction, we
took another. Aside from the re
teerd, which was ample, our pride
V,*-sJ)terested in detecting the
person who, almost before our eyes,
praeticed such open frauds.
One day I saw a lady paying for
a bill of goods with a cheek. Be*
f&e sbo had time to leave the store,
I obtained a look at the paper, aod
was satisfied it was not genuine,—
Still I was not certain. The lady
was deeply veiled, and I was sub
jected to the alternative of folloiv
her. This I did, and traced
her home.
It was a beautiful little cottage,
with a large yard and garden.—
Teste and culture had fashioned
the gravel walks and trained the
k dense, but beautiful foliage into
parterres, as curious as novel and
pretty. Vines crept over the por
* tico and trailed along the network
of th# gallery. The white and red
hollyhock bloomed at the gate, and
the margin of the walks was bed-
ded with violets and the sweet-1
scented verbota. The perfume of!
orange blossoms mingled with the
odor of the rose, and the senses
were delighted with the evident
beauty that pervsded the place.
I hastened back to the place
where the check was passed, and
it had already been ascertained
that it was forged. We had now
obtained a clew, which if carefully
pursued, we were satisfied would
lead to the detection of the crimin
nal.
We waited until morning, and it
was then determined that I should
visit hor alone, I did so, and
found the lady seated in a pleasant
little parlor, looking out on a mini
ature lawn. The room was ex
quisitely furnished, and breathed
an air of evident refinement. It
was fitted up as a pleasant loung
ing place, half library, half music
room. Beautiful paintings hung
fiom the walls, and in a recess was
an elegant piano. Near it was the
status of the goddess Mnemosyne,
and opposite to it stood a marble
creation of the dance-loving Ter
psichore, and from the center of
the richly-carved writing desk rose
a beautiful Polhymnia, with her
finger pressing the lips, brimming
with song.
Caseß filled with books, and
vases of arabesque of gold, filled
white flowers,were scattered around
the room. The lady reclined upon
an easy chair, aud received the
announcement of my name wi'h
evident emlarrasgment. Still sbe
received roe with great politeness,
and inquired to what circumstance
she was to attribute my visit.
“I do not know, madam, that it
is to you, as yet; but may I in
quire whether your husband is in ?”
'•I am a widow, sir.”
“But haven’t you a business
agent ?”
“No, sir; 1 live alone on a small
annuity.”
“Indeed !”
“It is true, sir; but you will
pardon me if I inquire the purport
of these questions ?”
“Madame,” I. rejoined, “there
is no doubt some mistake about it,
but the draft you gave yesterday
to Messrs. H & Cos. is a for
gery.”
“Sir !” the tene was indignant,
and the face was white with terror
rather than with passion.
“It is as I stated, madame; here
is the paper,” and I took from my
pocket the cheek aud showed it to
her.
“What is the purport of all this?”
“To inquire whence you obtains
edit.”
“That I cannot tell you, sir.”
“I trust, madam, you will re
consider your last remark, for oth
erwise it will be my duty to arrest
you as the criminal.”
“And would you do this ?”
“It would be my duty.”
Her eyes lost on the instant their
eager look, and she turned aside
her head. I could perceive from
the workings of hor countenance
that she was thinking intently—
rapidly. Emotions, first of terror,
then determination, and then of entrcaty i
chased themselves over her lace
with the rapidity of thought It
was a grand face—noble in ex
pression—evincing intellect of no
common order.
I could not believe that she was
guilty. I did not. until she turn
ed to me with the word* :
“Take me to jail. I alone am
guilty.”
“But, madam, reflect, you are
condemning yourself.”
“1 know it—lead the way—l say
to you again, that I alone am
guilty.”
It may seem Strang* to you, but
oven despite hsr words I could
uot believe this 3trangely beautiful
Devoted to tlie Cause of Truth and Justice, and the Interests of the People.
GREENESBORO’, GA., THURSDAY, APRIL 27, 1882.
lady was iu earnest. There wm
to my min 1 a great wrong some
where; the lady was sacrificing
herself to save someone else.—
Still I bad no alternative hut to
take her into custody. I placed
her, however, in charge of an offi
cer, and still left her at her house.
While I was gone to the city, but
a few hours, she contrived to send
a note away. It reached the per
son it was intended for—an hour
afterward the lady was dead. She
had perished by her own hand,
from shame and a broken heart.
Years afterward we ascertained
the real culprit was her son. Sbe
had confessed a sin that she never
committed to give him anjopportu
nity to escape. [Ex.
Have you Insured your Boys
The innocent child, stricken by the
lightning of the Heavens in his cradle,
a parent could bury with something to
mitigate his grief. Hut what of the
boy, the man, the fetid form, the help
less wretch stricken by “lightning whis
ky” his very soul cßrrupted and de
stroyed ! ‘'Lightning whnky” not on
ly destroys the body, but it shrivels up
and blasts the soul itself —all its sweet
affections, its friendship, its taste and
love for the beautiful, and pure, and
good.
But men are very ready to insure
against the lightning of heaven. They
pay for “rods” to protrect their houses,
their stables, their horses and cattle.
They pay liberally for “policies of
insurance,” and when the red bolts
flash through the thick darkness of
storm and night, there is a comforta
ble assurance that all possible losses
can in one sense be made good.
But how about the boys? Have you
done all you can to insure them against
“lightning whisky”—that bolt that
does not mercifully kill at once, but
striking successively through the long,
weary years, makes a sickening wreck
and ruin, to which the sudden and
swift bolt from above would be a mer
ciful deliverer. Have you insured, or
striven to insure your boys?—[Chica
go Signal.
If you cast your vote and your influ
ence in favor of licensing saloons —
these gilded gate-ways to perdition,
through which so many young feet
have stumbled into drunkards graves
how can you expect your boy to shun
them ?
Four-fifths of the fivo thousand bo
dies that reach the morgue in New
York city every year arc sent there by
drunkenness. The jolly fellows who
make fun of the anti-liquor
as they stand at bars and drink good
old whisky—for of course no other
kind ie sold— know only the beginnings
of what rum can do; but the rough
pine boxes filled with what was once
cle ir-headed, bright-eyed humanity,
are just as much the result of rum
drinking as bar-room fun is. The
morgue’* occupants do not all come
from the lower classes who drank bad
rum; scions of honorable stock have
bejo found there too often, for alcohol
is as merciless a leveler as death itself
—[New York Herald.
Stopped his Paper.
Nowidays, when a subscriber
gets so mad because an editor dif
fers with him on some trivial ques
tion that he discontinues bis sub
scription and ‘stops his paper,’ we
remind him of a good anecdote of
the late Horace Greeley, the well
known editor of the New York
Tribune. Passing down News
paper Row, in New York City, one
morning, he met one of his readers,
who exclaimed:
‘Mr. Greeley, after the article
you published this morning, I in
tend to stop your paper ?’
‘Oh. no,’ said Mr. Greeley,‘don’t
do that.’
•Yes, sir, my mind is made up.
I shall stop the peper.’
But the angry subscriber was not
to be appeased, and they sep-rated.
Late in the afternoon the two met
again, when Mr. Greeley remark
ed:
•Mr, Thompson. I am very glad
you did not carry out your threat
this morning.’
‘What do you mean ?’
•Why, you said you were going
to stop my paper.’
‘And so I did, I wsnt to the
office and had my paper stopped ’
‘You are surely mistaken; I
have just come from there, and the
press was running and business
was booming.’
•Sir,’ said Thompson.very pomp
ously, ‘I meant I intended to stop
my subscription to your paper.’
•Oh ! thunder !’ rejoined Gree
ley, ‘I thought you were going to
stop the running of my paper, and
knock me out of a living. My
friend, let me tell you something:
One man is just one drop of water
in the ocean. You didn’t set the
machinery of this world in motion,
and you can’t stop it; and when
you arc underneath the ground
things upon the surface will wag
on the same as ever.’—[Ex.
.lust The Girl.
His name was Augustus Smyth ;
he was a clerk in a dry goods store,
and didn't earn enough to starve on.
but with that sublime assuiance which
distinguishes the !ah de-lab young
man of the day. he was paying atten
tion to the prettiest girl in the city.
He managed by not paying his washer
woman and tailor to take her to the
theatres, but as times were getting
hard he concluded to marry her and
save the expenses of boarding. By
some process of mental arithmetic
known to the genius he discovered
with great difficulty that what was not
enough for one was enough for two,
and forthwith concluded to pop. He
knew that his persistent sits had kopt
all other young men away, so he ha-1
do fear of a rival. When the time
came and he found himselfin the com
pany of his Laura in her papa's com
fortable parlor, he leisurely seated
himself by her side on the sofa, took
her dimpled little hand, used only to
tinkle the piano with, aud said in a
broDfe voice :
Dear Miss Laura, I have concluded
to marry. Laura started, as he inten
ded she should. Then he resumed
grandiloquently :
I waDt a dear little girl about your
size, with a great big heart just like
your’s to share my lot.
Is it on Court Avenue? murmured
Laura.
No, dearest, but what are localities
to hearts that love ? I want a girl that
is good tempered, sweet, economical,
aud who loves me ! Darling, do you
know of such a one ?
Laura faintly: Yes, oh yes, I am
sure I do.
One who would rather live with uie
in poverty than dwell with some other
man with riches ? Who would esteem
it a pleasure to serve me, cook my
meals, keep the house tidy, and listen
for my footsteps —who would rise early
and sit up late for my sake?
Oh, how beautiful ? Murmured
Laura. Just like a dear self sacrificing
woman.
Do you know of such a one, my an
gel ?
Yes, I do, responded Laura, fervent
ly, but you must not call me your aD
gel, for she might not like it; she’s in
the kitchen now washing the dishes,
and she told mother this morning that
she'd just as live get married this win
ter as live out, if she only felt able
to support a husband. She's just the
girl you want, and she would love you
within an inch of your life.
But Augustus Smyth had fled into
outer dark ness ; the too muchness of
ihe occasion overcame him like a sum
mer cloud. —[Ex.
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is®. Anew lot of Golden Dent Corn, Ear
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ggyHave you seen the lOct-s Parasols,
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Heath.
Take the sunny side of death.—
Sooner or later it must come to
all, and at the latest it is only a
few swiftly passing tlayfi distant.
Kings and potentates have no
refuge from the summons of the
dread messenger. Death is the
great leveler of man, and dust the
heritage of all. Why, should we
shrink from its contemplation ?
Why banish it from our thoughts
with a shudder 1 ? It is not rational
to permit death to shadow our
lives; dot is it rational to turn in
terror from what must as surely
come as tomorrow’s eun Those
who are suddenly chilled day after
day by the thought of death either
shadow their lives by misdeeds, or
reject the philosophy that should
make every well ordered life wait
serenely for its end. The rational
apprehetision of the upright man
is, not that he may fall too soon in
the race, hut that he may linger
too long and outlive everything but
hope. —[Ex.
A nefaphysit’nl Cmnlml.
The great colored preacher of
the Baptists is pitted against the
Methodist divine. The first nvf:
“De Methodise, my brudden, is
like de grass-hopper—hopptn’, all
de time hoppin’—hop into heaven,
hop out, hop into heaven, hop out.
But. my brndden, de fDptias.whcn
he wet to heaven he’s dir. De
Baptise is like de ’possum. Hunter
get after him; he climb de tree; he
shake de limb, ov.e foot gone; he
shake de limb, anodder foet gone;
he shako de limb, ehberv foot
gone; but tink you, my bruddren,
de ’possum fall? You know, my
bruddren—you eotcb too many
you know ’possum hang on by <ie
tail, and de berry debbil can’t
shake him off.” Then Methody
fell below par in the colored folks'
heart, until some time afterward,
when this particular belief again
had admirers, for the opposition
cleric demolished the Baptists as j
follows; Ilia tex’ was “My sheep |
hears my voice and I know them,
and dey follows use.” “Don,” he
said, “in de Bible do Christians is
do sheep. He had a heap of
Bible in dat p’int, and he preached
a mighty long time, and made dat
so strong no nigger can ’sputa it.
Now, my brudden and sisters, you
all knows you can’t get a sheep in
de water, nohow, ’less you cotch
him and carried him in.” Then
Methody had its great and final
triumph. —f Ex.
Proverbs As They Slimtltl Be.
'Tie an ill wind that blows snow
good.
A half loaf is better than a whole
loafer.
Fast traveling slander is a tell-he
gram.
It is easier to run in debt than to
crawl out again.
Always judge a man by his depth
instead of his length.
No man can afford to put on airs
unless he can raise the wind.
The wheel of fortune runs slow, be
cause its felloes are tired.
Bank defaulters shsuld be haunted
by the ghost of a bauk-owe.
If the wages of sin is death, how
slow some men are collecting their just
dues
Few men are aware that they pos
sess a conscience until caught commit-
ting a crime.
A man never swears vengeance od
hia neighbor’s dog only when his own
canine cannot lick him.
Many a man owes his success in life
to the hisses of his enemies, instead of
the plaudits of his friends —[Ex
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Garden Seed can be had of C. A. Davis &
Cos.
—School Books and Stationery at
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Georiia Railroafl Cipif,
Office General Manager, Augusta, Ge., March 11, 1882.
Commencing Sunda; March 12th, 1881, Passenger run as f6llWs.-
Xo. 1, West- Daily. Xo. 2. East-Daily.
Leave Augusta 10:30 a. m. Leave Atlanta 8:30 a. m.
Leave Macon 7.10 a. m. Leave Greenesboro’ 12:18 p ra
Leave Milledgcville 9.05 a. m. Arrive Athens 4:50 p m
Leave Camak 12:25 a m. i Arrive Washington 2:55 p w
Leave Washington 11:30 a. in. | Arrive Camak 1:57 pm
Leave Alliens 9:38 a. m. : Arrive Milledgeville 4:49 pra
Arrive ai Gteenesboro’ 2:01 p. m. j Arrive Macon G:45 pta
Arrive at .Atlanta 5:15 p.m. 1 Arrive Augusta 4.0S p m
;t, West —Daily. Xo. -8,
Leave Augusta 5:56 p m j Leave Atlanta 8:30 pra
Arrive Greenesboro’ 1103 pm I Leave Grcenesboro’ l;47am
Leave Macon, 7:on p m Arrive Milleilgeville 4:20 a m
Reive Milleilgeville 9-15 pin j Arrive Macon 0:30 ara
Leave Athens 7:00 p m jAi rive at Athens, 8:00 a. in
Arrive Atlanta 4:55 a m Arrive Augusta (1:30 ara
Close connection to and from Washington on Sundays
nQy?upcrb Sleepers to Augusta and Atlanta.
US ID HSBY.
General Passenger Agent.
J. W. Greene, Gerioral Manager.
CITY DRUB STORE.
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J" ALWAYS kcepaLmge and varied assortment of
Chemically Pure and
new goods If/ Medicines/
Arming ~ F.,11 ..ock o,
paints, oils, varnishes,
COLORS, -BRUSHES, etc.
AH Sizes WINDOW GLASS.
LAMP GOODS, CHIMNEYS, etc.
Buist s Garden Seeds,
ONION SETS, POTATOES, etc..
Crop of 1879, warranted ft-esh and Genu,ne. lO crill* papers sbld at 5 C.-nUf
strictly. The bet! -eed for this climate.
Fine Cigars & ©hewing Tobacco
Toilet Snaps, Perfumery, Pomades. Tooth-brushes, and Druggist’s sundries.
Wap" Physicians’ prescriptions careful compounded and dispensed.
John A. Griffin.
Greenesboro’, Ua., January 29,1880.
J. L. BOWLES & Cos.,
Wholesale and Retail
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No. 717 Broad Street,
Augusta, - - * GA.
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have all the Latest Styles and Novelties in our line. We are Agents for the Worst*
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WM, WELL Hi
DEALERS IN
Paper, Paper Boxes, Books
And Stationery,
Office and Salesroom No. 29, Whitehall Sstrect,
ATLANTA, - - - GA,
PLAIN WRITING PAPER, WRAPPING PAPER.
FANuY do do PAPER BAGS of all sizes and
BLANK BOOKS. weight at
INKS Hot lorn fiimre#
MUCILAGE, 'J
Orte Solioitei.
October 14, 1880 —
Notice.
TO LEBTORS AND CREDITORS.
ALL PERSONS having claims against
the Estate of John A. Cartwright, de
ceased, will present them to the under
signed properly authenticated, and all per
sons indebted tot said deceased, will make
immediate payment to the undersigned.
W. F. DAVANT, Adm’r
of John A. Cartwright, deceased.
J*B 12, 1882—fits.
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( EDITOR.
biel \oti;i;n
Saw Mill
rrVHE LOGS remain stationary tfc*
L traveling through if. Twenty-five
per cent, of power saved. AlO horse Hn
gine drives it 50 i/ich saW with ease. Cart
he seen ad the Cotton Exposition; Itirdsalf
Engine. Write for Circular.
0. M. STONE A Cos., Gen. Agt’s.
Augusta, Ga., Pec I, 1884—lss
NO. 17,