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About The Hawkinsville dispatch. (Hawkinsville, Ga.) 1866-1889 | View Entire Issue (March 19, 1874)
HAWKINSVILLE DISPATCH. VOL. VIII. Another Chance ft»r Land Sharks Hon. W. 11. Snead writes as follows to the Alapaha Forester: I hope you will keep the good citizens of South Georgia informed that they may look out for laud pirates. By reference to the action of the House of Representatives you will see that the wild land law has again been changed. It appears that no wild land luw can stand more than one year; and I conceive that tin; change in the law always opens a gap for land swindlers. The country has lieen and will again be infested with hold swindlers, traveling through the .gantry and imposing upon the un suspecting inhabitants, by selling them lands with forced titles. I have •lone all in my power to have those unretumed disposed of, bat have failed. There are over one Whndred thousand acres of land in Berrien county that were not returned last year, and I very much doubt any man's having a good and valid title to said land. Therefore, I hope all iny people will be on the lookout and not suffer themselves to be swindled out of their money. After Holt /.( 'law. Charges ami specifications have beeu filed in the office of the cominis Hioner of Internal Revenue, at Wash ington, against Collector llollzclaw. The first charge is that Hoilzclaw’s securities deal out the appointments under him, charging twenty-five dol lars per m<<nth therefor to each ap pointee. The second charge is that iloltzclaw consumed eight gallons of whiskey belonging to the government, seized in Cobb county, from one Gordon. The third charge is that lie has allowed by special contract, several firms in Atlanta and Rome to carry on business for several months without the tax require*! by law. Homicide in Macon. Macon was shocked a few days ago by a horrible affair in which one man was mortally wounded and another killed. During a game of cards in Yannuoki’s saloon, a dispute arose between the parties engaged in play ing. High words • ensued and blows followed. George Able knocked John .1. Cherry, son of W. A. Cherry, down twice, and drew a pistol and fired at Dr. Crowell W. Johnson, but the shot did no damage, as the ball struek a button on the left breast of the doctor’s coat and glanced off. Able then fired ii|k>u Cherry, tin* ball passing through the bowels and in flicting a mortal wound. After shooting Cherry, Able placed the muzzle of the pisfol to his own breast and ended the tragedy by shooting liimself immediately l>elow the heart. Moth the men fell in their track*, ami were c irried home to their par ents. There is no chance for Able, and Mr. Cherry died the next day. The whole party were drunk, and the atTair is but another illustration of the effects of whisky drinking and carrying deadly weapons. Cherry’s brother-in-law, Sam Rainy, was killed on the same spot about two months ago. Anew “wrinkle” about the age of horses is the discovery of an Illinois farmer, who determines the age of all animals over nine years old by the following novel method: After the horse is nine years old, a wrinkle comes on the upper corner of the lower lid, and every year thereafter he has one well-defined wrinkle for every year over nine. If, for instance, a horse has three wrinkles, he is twelve ; if he has four, he is thirteen. Add the nmnber of wrinkles to nine and you will get it. A mild and affectionate wife in Lancaster overheard an acquaintance remark that her husband was too fond of Loo. She waited up for him that night, and when he came home demanded to know if he had been spending his time again with Loo. The unsuspecting husband admitted that he had, when without giving him time to explain, she went for him with a fire shovel. The husband does not exactly remember how the interview ended, but he never could convince his wife that Loo was a game of cards, and always plays euchre now, and gets home before 10 o’clock. There arc said to be two or three thousand outlaws in the mountains of California, who live by robbery and violence. They are quite secure from arrest in their mountain fast nesses. ‘•Grangers, I will sell you coffins cheaper than any other man in the city !” is what a Council Bluff man advertises. When the negro down in Louisiana was hauled up for stealing bacon, he put in as a defence that be was told by his political teachers, that now, when he had the right to vote, he must take •‘sides” somewhere. Uen. Cook and His Garden Seed. The Washington City correspond ent of the Atlanta Herald sends that paper the following: A few days since the Georgia del egation in Congress missed the hon orable member from the Third Dis trict, I’hil Cook, from his usual haunts. A committee of investigation was forthwith ordered, when General Cook was found in the Agricultural Department grounds, with a “war feather” in bis cap and a double-bar rel gun on either shoulder, demand ing of the superintendent of the grounds a “six-mule team load of gar den seeds.” He said the “ultima thulc” of ambition with the people (and espccialy the women) of his dis trict was seed, and he “would be eter nally d—og-goned if he didn’t give ’em seed.” Old man Watts, the head of the seed department, finally suc cumbed to the charge of the deter mined Georgian, and the last seen of Cook he was mounted on a bag of seed, witli seed to the right and left, wildly crying the names of his consti tuents who nee led seeds to his clerk’ who was dispatching them by the basketful to the postolfice. This pos tage account will be heavy, but Cook says tin “seed must go.” One of TliOse Thomas Cats. McVILLE, Ga., j March 9, 1874. | Editor Ifawiinsville Dispatch : Dear Sir—l see in your last issue a Pulaski cat s age, (sixteen jears). Near this town, a few weeks ago, oue was killed. His age is hardly come stible. One of the members of this lurg informs me that said oat was raised on the Oconee river, and given to a relative of his when he was a crawling child. Said im-mlicr :s now about twenty-five years of age. and says said cat had been mousing about ! four years wlieu given away. To mj 1 knowledge said cat had suffered for ! months with a cancer on its mouth, ami at last had to he shot. He was ' only twenty-nine years o\l. You can put this in printing shape and give it to the public if you ; choose. I send it to you that you may know it’s healthy in these parts, j for eats any way. • F. The Slanderous Tongue. The tongue of slander is never tired. In one way or another it man ages to keep itself in constant, em ployment. Sometimes it drips gall. It is bitter now and then sweet. It insinuates or assails directly, accord* ing to the eircumstanee. It will hide a curse under a smooth word fnd ad minister poison in the presence of love. Like death it “loves a shining mark.” and is never so availing and eloquent as when it can blight the hopes of the noble minded, soil the reputation of the pure and break the character of the brave and the strong and upright. What pleasure men or women can t’md in ouch work we have never been able to see. And yet there is pleas ure of some sort in it to multitudes,or they would not betake themselves to it. Some passion of soul or body must bo gratified by it. lint no soul in high estate can take delight in it. They often serve to polish the slan derous tongue, increase its tact and give its siiplotless and strategy to its death work. A Man Sawed to Pieces. The Marietta Journal learns of a most heart-sickening accident, result ing in the death of a white man by the name of Mr. Spruee, which oc curred in the upper portion of Cobb county, on last Tuesday, at the saw mill of Mr. Gault. It seems while Mr. Spruce was engaged in running the mill, he had occasion to carry a slab in close proximitj- to the cir cular saw, then making tremendous revolutions, and his foot coining in contact with something on the floor, tripped him up and threw the upper portion of his body immediately across the sharp teeth of the saw. which no sooner than his lelt arm and breast touched the saw, it com menced its deadly work of cutting through clothing, flesh, arteries and boHes. His little son, who was in the mill at the time, stopped the mo tion of the machinery as soon aspos ihle, but his father was cut almost in twain ere the sharp s’eel ceased to revolve with its bloody casement of human flesh. When he was extri cated from the fatal saw , a ghastly sight met the vision of those who came to bis assistance. A breathing man sawed almost in twain, ribs split, flesh quivering, blood gushing, while the unfortunate man’s heart could be seen, beating in expiring agony. Btrange as it may seem, be live*! four hours after the awful accident, spoke rationally a few times to a minister of Christ, and died. He was buried on Wednesday. Simpkins, having wedded and set | tied down, accumulated a slight scar | over his eyebrow, the cause of which it is unnecessary to state ; but an in quisitive acquaintance asked him whether it was a mark of the chicken po*. “Worse than that,’’ replied Simpkins. “It’s a mark of the hen peck.” HAWKINSVILLE, GA., THURSDAY MORNING, MARCH 19, 1874. What a Youug l,ad> Knows About War. A young lady furnishes the follow ing which sbe calls “a drill for single volunteers.” The evolutions, as will be seen, are bv no means difficult of execution, ex cept perhaps, the last two ortlirc -. The young lady is herself evident ly an old soldier, and knows some thing about tactics. Here is the drill. Fall In—Love with some amiable and virtuous young lady. Right Face—Popping the question like a man, and she will accept you. tjuick March—To her pareuts and ask their consent. Four Right—With her and go through the services of holy matrimo ny- Halt—And then reflect seriously for a few minutes and then devote yourself entirely to your youug wife. Right About Face—From the haunts that you have frequented when single, and devote yourself to your own house. Advance Arms—to your wife when out walking together, and don’t let her walk three or four yards behind you. Break Off—Playing Billiards, bet ting and staying out late at night, if you w.sh to have a happy home. [Selected for the Dispatch] ItKMEMHKIt ME. Oil, think oi ine when light of morning Proclaims the rising day ; When floods iif sunlight bathe the wood lands And kiss the dew away. Uemctni-er, then, there's one whose bosom Only throbs for thee. * ****** * When clouds of sorrow hover o’er thee .Ind press thee down ; When fortune’s star grows dim around thee AnJ late doth on the frown, iteinember, then, in joy, or sorrow / am tme tn thee ; Where’er o’er earth thy foot-steps wander < > remember me. Mot.UK. Oak Grove, Telfair county, 1871. A yotfhggirl in Newtonville. Mass., who had become deranged by relig ious excitement, left her home late at night, t* lling her little brother that site was going to kill herself, in order to get quickly into heaven. The boy informed his parents, the neighbor hood was aroused, and a through search was made for the body. At last it was found in her own lied quite warm and healthy. She had clmbcd in at a window, after wander ing half the night, and was slumber ing peacefully. Cases of religious mania, however, resulting more ser iously are now common. A man in Peoiin, ill, and a ■'oman in Charles ville, Mass., are the latest converts who have killed themselves. FRIENDSHIP. A tiny, slender >ilk*-n thread Is friendship and we m ike ii Hind parts m.d lives to hearts and lives. But e’en u breath may shake ii ; .1 nd oft it takes but one wee word— But one wee word—to break it. It draws the lips in smiling shape. It draws the look of pleasure From eve to eye when bands touch hands, When two hearts ht-ai one measure. And draws •, measure from » word Which makes that word a treasure. Like strings of a tuneful harn or lute, IL-tween glad souls ’ils holden. And love’ - fond fingers on the thread Make music rare nnd golden— Make music such as tender hearts Could live and ne’er grow old in. But if a breath may shake it. Let that breath rente near it never, And never spoken lie that word Which friendship's tie might sever; Hut <ct the tie grow stronger, till— Till the dawning ot forever. Bo You Want the Dispatch ? If any of the citizens of Appling ami Coffee counties wish the llawk- INSVIU.E Dispatch for 1874, they can hand their names and money to either J. J. Pickrcn or Elijah Pickren at Hazlehurst, on the Macon and Brunswick Railroad. . Either of these gentlemen is authorized to represent the Dispatch, and all contracts made by them will be fulfilled by us. It The following problem is submit ted for discussion to the ‘-loafers and whitlcr’s club” during the dull sea son. for, "The wis st man that ever was known, In all the wiseacre nation. Sat up all night with his head in a sling, To make this calculation : “If Tom's father was John's son. And John's son hadn't a father. What would John's son’s father have done If Tom’s father wouldn't rather." When well-informed persons men tion the fabric, jeans, they pronounce it "janes," amt that's how Uncle Pe ter came to make another little mis take. lie went into a store and held up a pair of gents' drawers, and asked if they were not drilling. “Those are janes,’’ said the clerk. “Lordy!" said Uncle Peter, blushing clear to his toes. “How should I know it ? But don”, you ever tell anybody I Uitoluwl ’em l” A pazzled granger in Dooly coun ty, having heard that Ben Hill was going to stand in the Ninth Congies sional District, writes to know what kind of a horse be to. A Daring Adventure —OR- The Oaptive O-irl. - A citizen of Whitfield county, Ga., furnishes the North Georgia Citizen with the following: In or about the year 1843, the writer met with Major J<4in Seaborn, whose exploits and adventures among the Cherokee- Indians, ,in the early settlement of the Northern portion : of Georgia, may be remembered by th* surviving pioneers of that period. ; lif related to ml -Pw ny interesting 1 ■ travels among the natives. One of these was a hand to hand fight with a powerful Cherokee Indian, the de tails of which I well remember. “I was,” said be, “at the time ofi the occurrence I am about to relate, in my 25th year and in the pHrae of ! vigorous manhood. I stood 6 feet ! 1 in my stockings, weighed 190 pounds, and in the games and atliel j elic sports of the times I had never found my match—nor was I deficient in those traits of courage and daring so common, and, 1 may say, so ne- . I cessary in those perilous times. Pos sessing a wild, rovinj disposition, : I had left my home in North Carolina having no friends or companion in my ramble save a huge briudle dog, a noble and faithful animal, ever ready to do my Oiddiug. By a pe culiar whistle between my fingers, I could call him from a great distance, and *liad taught him many useful tricks and performances. “On one occasion, when I was in the employ of a surveying party, we camped at a point on the banks of the Etowah river, in what is now known as the 17th District of Bar tow county, and not more than 1£ miles from a large cave. Near our camp, at a large spring, there was a missionary station, and wi’h the mis sionaries a party of pioneers who were engaged in the manufacture of saltpetre, which they procured from dirt hauled from the cave to tin spring. and used in the preparation of gun-powder. This station was be tween our camp and the cave. “One lieautifitl morning 1 conclud ed to visit the missionaries, ami star ted out for this purpose along a dim trail through the forest, i had pro ceeded about the fourth of a mile when the sound of human voice* at tracted mv attention. With 'lie cau tion acquire*! by long residence among a tricky and dangerous peo ple, 1 quickly stepped behind a large bush and listened intently. The voices approached, aud two figures emerged into view not more than thirty yards from me—the one an Indian ol gigantic size, the other the most beautiful female my eyes had ever beheld. She was seated on a jet black pony of line metal and propor tion. Her position in the saddle was most graceful. A blonde of fault less form, features beautiful beyond description, and with long golden, wavy tresses profusely hanging down upon the back of her steed. As the savage held the bridle bit, with tom ahawk in hand, a glaace sutliced to show me that site v. as not a voluntary companion in the journey. Indeed, I had scarce had time to form this opinion of the situation before ail doubt was removed by a sudden ami ineffectual effort on the part of the fair rider to extricate herself from his grasp by a jerk ot the bridle, which caused the pony to rear almost erect u|>on his bind feet, wh rettpon the savage, still dinging to the bridle, raised his tomahawk, ami exclaimed: ‘•‘Hold, white fawn, or by the Great Spirit, mv tomahawk shall drink your blood ! Me, the son of a great Chief, must have pretty white squaw in bis wigwatn.’’ “Here the motion of his uplifted weapon caused a violent surge by the pony, throwing the rider, who was instantly grasped by the tierce sav age. “With an almost overwhelming im pulse of rage aud fury, tny heart throbbing and my very breath sup pressed with excitement of the mo ment, 1 sprang forward with the leap of a panther, and with ayt ll which so startled the savage that be loosed his hold upon the lady an i made several bounds from her tosards the woods. “Seeing me, she exclaimed : “ ‘Oh! sir, save me! Save me!’ "The savage now turned and stood at bay, not twenty steps distant. “The pony stood trembling near the lady. “‘Mount! mount!’ said I, ‘quick, and fly!' at the same time lifting her into the saddle. “As she moved off, I faced the In dian. who had turned and stood at bay, and recognized him as the fa mous and blood-thirsty Georg3 Took, known among the Indiana as Un akayah-wab (white man killer). He was an Indian of tremendous size and strength, and of most desperate character, lie stood motionless for a moment, staring at me with a hid eous expression of hatred and re venge. As I looked at his fiendish eye, and saw a large tomahawk in his brawny hand, there flashed through my mind, for the first time, the im mense disadvantage of my position. “I had unfortunately left the camp, on this occasion, without mv pistol, and had no weapon except a short hunting knife, which hung at my side. Quick in emergencies, anil accustom ed to perilous adventure, my plan was instantly formed. It was to induce pursuit in the direction of the cainp, where aid could be procured. I be gan to step backward. He at once i divined my object, and, with a terri ble yell, sprang forward, trusting to reach and dispatch me at once. Be ing of swift foot, 1 turned, bounded forward, giving, as 1 started, a loud, keen whistle through my fingers, lie followed with velocity equal to j my own, and at a distance of about | ten paces behind me. For about one hundred yards he put forth his ut most energies, and then, as it des pairing of success, or fearing I might I draw him into ambush, he hurled his j tomahawk at me with such swilt and fearful proximity to my head that my ! cap was carried off', and the instru ment, passing me, buried itself in a ! tree some forty feet beyond. “This was a contingency I had hoped for, and I suddenly turned up on my foe. “As we came together I aimed a blow at his bead with my fist. He evaded me by a side motion, and stepping two or three paces back ward, rushed upon me, attempting o throw liis head between my legs. This was a favorite feat among the Indian athletes, by which they often upset ail adversary, throwing him over his head and crippling, or plac ing him at a fearful disadvantage. 1 understood the move, and partially avoided it—his head striking my knee, knocking my feet backward, and staggering me considerably. “Recovering, I dealt. Uim a severe kick on the head, and threw myself upon his back, pressing him to the ground, his face downward: lie arose upon bis hands. I brought him down by jerking his hands from under him. I bethought myself of my knife, and made an effort to grasp it, without success, as the han dle bail caught under my waist-band; and while in the effort to disengage it the savage seized one of my thumbs in his vice-like jaws, cutting it to the bone. This enraged me intensely and I struck him several powerful blows with my list on his head and neck, which caused him to let go iny thumb, and by an almost super human effort sprang from beueulii me. lie at once turned upon me, and a fisti cuff'exercise ensued. In this, being a practiced boxer. 1 was too much for him, as lie failed to hit me a sin gle blow, white 1 planted several stunners upon his short ribs and face, bringing a free gtidi of blood from his nose. Seeing this, lie jumped back and attempted another run l»e --tween tuy legs, which l evaded by a j side spring. He tiieu rushed toward the tree, where the tomahawk was sticking. 1 intercepted him, and we clinched within three feet of the cov eted weapon; and now commenced a wrestle which, for skill, strength, and desperate contortion, was, perhaps, seldom equalled. llis whole effort was to force me against the tree’, that lie might secure the tomahawk. Fail ing in this, Ini tried several of his In dian tricks for the purpose of throw ing me, while I forced him from the tree, and also attempted to throw him. We thus struggled for some moments, swaying to and fro, and each seeking some advantage. “In one of these powerful strug gles. in which I was the receding par ty, ray foot became entangled in a grape vine, and 1 fell, the Indian up- ! on me. Having the tomahawk still in view, he attempted to spring away from me; but as 1 held to him, lie jerked me to the erect position, still press ing toward the tree. Throwing my foot before him, he fell, ami 1 by his side. "We lay at arm’s length upon the ground grappling each other’s throats, and each panting wit It ex haustion and foaming with rage. Feeling that iny wind was failing me, and tearing that in this respect the savage might have the advantage of me, 1 now determined to secure my knife at all hazards. “Hurling myself upon him by a mighty etfort, l threw my hand down, aud grasped the handle of my knife —seeing which he uttered the exclam ation, ‘wait!' and clasped me around the body, pressing me to him with all his power, at the same time trying to bite my face. “While in this position, mv hand upon my fcnife, and the Indian hold ing me around the arms in a vice-like grip, an ally came ii|>on the field. “Bruno, mv faithful dog, with a fierce growl, sprang to my side, and at once fastened his teeth in the shoulder of the savage. This caused him to loose his hold upon nip. “In an instant the knife was raised, and I aimed a violent thrust at his neek, but his nrm received the blow, and the knife shivered ftpon the bone. “As I raised to repeat the lick, the Indian exclaimed, ‘Karnarla! kani avia!’ which, in the Indian tongue, is ‘Enough! enough!’ and. in broken English, added, ‘Take off dog, quick ! Brave white man no kill great chief. Me give up.’ “I restrained myself with difficulty, at the moment, but seeing that the victory was mine, a revulsion of feel ing ensued ; ill the thought that I had triumphed in a struggle which, but a moment before, was so doubtful and desperate; and I even felt a sense of admiration for the manhood and dar ing of my powerful antagonist. So I accepted his surrender, and pulled olf j the dog. Taking off my buckskin suspenders, I bound him tightly , around the wrists, and exacted from j hint a promise that he would go as a j prisoner to the camp. “Noticing that his arm was bleed- j ing profusely, I Itound ray handker- j chief around it. at which he gave me a grunt of satisfaction. 1 then step- j ped to the tree, withdrew the toma hawk, and pointed him the direction to go. “Just at this juncture (he fair dam sel whom I had rescued, accompanied by two horsemen from the missionary station, galloped up. Hhe had, with almost incredible speed, brought them to tny aid. “As they looked at the stalwart form and bloody visage pf the savage and at my own somewhat bruised and bloody appearance, and listened to m}’ narrative of the desperate struggle, they gave vent to expres- : sions in regard to my strength and prowess which brought the tinge of pride to my cheek, and the beautiful ! girl, unable to express her gratitude I in words, looked sweetly down upon me with her love-beaming eyes, while ! large, pearly tear-drops trickled down l her soil and blushing cheeks. “And now friends from my own | camp also arrived, and greetings and congratulations were extended, and acquaintances formed, which time can never erase from memory’s page. “That I fell in love with the lady was to lie expected, and that she should reciprocate, under the circum stances, was most natural. “She was the daughter of a mission ary sent out from the Church of Eng land to introduce the gospel to the natives. “She bad been accustomed to take her morning and evening rides. On this occasion she had ventured fur ther from the station than was pru dent. and the Indian, who hail often seen her at the camp, and was enam ored of her charms, had been lying in wait to kidnap and bear her away as a captive to some distant tribe, in which attempt he must have succeed-! ed, had it not been for the providen- j tial interposition just related.” in three months from the time of this singular introduction Major S. and the lady were united in wedlock, I and may yet lie living in the State of North Carolina. George Took, the Indian above re- i lined to, afterwards committed mur der upon a whole family 4ii one of the counties of the Cherokee Purchase— we believe, the county of Paulding. The dwelling was burnt with the ! family in it. and when a little child , attempted to escape from the burning j building, the fiend picktsl it up and cast it back into the flames. He was pursued by the sheriff and his posse, and captured after a desperate resist ance. in which he was shot in the shoulder, in consequence of which his arm was afterwards amputated. The writer, then a boy, lias a vivid i recollection of his appearance on the ! scaffold when he was hung by the j sheriff - of Cass county, in 1835. He was convicted during the judgship of : John \V. Hooper, Ksq., and the sher iff, wc believe, was Col. Lewis Turn lin, now resident in Cartersville, Ga. ! Among the parties referred to by Maj. Sealioni. whose acquaintance he ! hail made in the Nation, were .lohn ; Ridge. Gen. Andrew Miller and Col. | James Word; the latter tieing the officer appointed by the State author ities tj remove the Indians from Georgia, which he did in the year 1838. My Destiny. BY ROSA LEE During the summer of 1870 1 vis ited my friend, Kittie Tyrill, in a lovely New England village. At that time 1 was a girl in tny teens, amt ill society a great favorite ; however, do not let me detain you, gentle reader, with a full description of myseit, but please imagine tne just as lovely in disposition, face, and form, as you read the heroines in story books always are. Kiltie and myseit', like most girls of our age (she was a few months my senior) often talked ot love, court ship, aud marriage; but l bad always declared 1 would never marry, and though 1 had had many more oppor tunities afforded iue than most girls to make a selection from, still 1 did not think it possible tolovesutlicicut iy any man to take him for better or worse, as the case might be, as I con sidered them bad enough at best what were they at worst ?” My stay at the Tyrill homestead was a most uelightfull one, it seemed but one continual r*.mine of soirees, croquet parties, fishing and other ainus ineiils 100 numerous to mention. 1 mast not forget, however, Clar ence de Vivo, a young lawyer in town, who was iny constant attend ant in all my sports, devoted to me at alt times, and though 1 knew he dearly loved me, i esteemed and ap predated him only a true friend, tor the geutle voice of warning whisper ed softly, "he was not my fate,” and in spile of all my pleasures, l eagerly waited tor the time wheu we must part. One beautiful morning after break fast. while idly sitting on the lawn, and drirking in the fresh morning air, sweet with the fragrance of hon ey suckle an*! sweet pea, my thoughts wandered lrotu the past into the fu ture, ami in my heart 1 pitied Clar ence de Vivo. While thus musing, I heard the footsteps of some one crossing the lawn, and quickly turning, I gazed for one moment in silent admiration on the handsome face and manly form of the one of whom I had just been thinking. Touching his hat with a courteous good morning, and an apology lor his early call, he invited Kittie and myself to visit a candy iactory that afternoon, which invitation we read ily accepted, and at 2 o’clock precise- we started our trip with Clarence and his friend, Octave Duvillc. It was a beautiful afternoon, no cloud was visible in tiic blue heavens, and Urns we journeyed on, passing farm houses, barefooted little ones gather ing berries, herds ol cattle grazing bythe roadside through t’.ic woods, across bridges anil over a lovely J country, till, at length we halted in front of a large, square brick build ing many stories high, which long i ere we reached, we could see, sur i rounded by volumes ol" black smoke ! curling in gigantic ionus high into the heavens. We soon alighted, and were shown from one department in to another, passing hogsheads of sugar, barrels of molasses, syrups ot ail kinds, until last but not least, i we spent some time watching some girls moulding all kinds ot fancy NO. 12 candy, also stamping conversation lozenges, *>o well known to lovers. Kittie proposer! I should give my name and address for one candy, which I did, without thinking \vhat the future might bring, and after we examined everything, aud our curi osity was thoroughly satisfied, wc were soon homeward bound, delight ed with our visit to the candy facto ry- After spending a fortnight more at Tyrill Homestead, l bade fare well to my friends, and returned home. On my arrival home, 1 received a most polite aud friendly letter, dated from Jersey City, and signed Gus tave Ilarcourt, and at first 1 could uot understand its meaning; but ere long the mystery was unraveled by his explaining that in a package of candy, he found my name and ad dress on a conversation lozenge, and begs me to pardon the liberty he has taken in writing, and implores me to reply. As the entire tone of the letter was most gentlemanly, 1 resolved to an swer it, but keep my secret from my Iricuds until some future day. Time changes all things, and thus it was with me, for 1 wrote frequent* ly and ere loug, 1 bate to voufeas, gentle reader, 1 learned to love his letters, and almost wish 1 knew him personally. Kiltie i'yrill herself in the mean while kept up a constant correspond euoe also, anil she always gave mo the news in general aud the most important ot all was that Clarence De V ivo loved her dearly, had asked for her hand. They were engaged, aud were to lie married in the Spring. One evening in November, while quietly amusing myself by playing ou the piano, the servant handed me the card ot Clarence De Vivo, aud of course, 1 was delighted to see him, but what was my surprise and mor tification, when he introduced a gen tleman who accompanied him as his friend, Mr. Harcourt. The name was only too well known to me, but never having seen iny correspondent’s face, 1 was not assured that it was he, until some mention was made of our visit to the candy factory, and then 1 knew all. Gustave Harcourt stooil before me. Their call was short, but finding Mr. Harcourt was well acquainted with many of my friends, he promised to come again to see me,.which promise he kept, and before loug wo were the best of friends. Friendship ripened into love, truo and unalloyed, and to-day 1 ain the happy wife of Gustave Harcourt, and when J was married Kiltie aud her husband came to my home to visit me, aud see iiow happy 1 had b come in my new destiny. 1 am a grand-mamma now, with white hair, and teach my little gland children to be useful as well as orna mental, and though I cannot forget my frivolous girlhood, yet I teach the little ones to meet tneir destiny as 1 met mine. One dollar will pay for the Dis patch six months. JAMES J- CONNER, -Attorney &,t Law, DU HUN, : : <iA. l{< , »|K , ctfiilly solicits I lie patronage of his fellow-countrymen. li li2o ts o c ltmtXK, a. J. cost: HORNE & CONE. ATTORNEYS AT LAW, llawkinsvii.i.k, Ga. 1 OFFlCE—Commerce Street, Let ween J<liners’ Sum: and tin* Dispatch Printing Ofilce t<-ti2(i tv J. H. WOODWARD, ATTORNEY AT LAW, VIENNA, ... . <;A Will continue the practice < ; Law *s heretofore. Ail business entrusted to his care will receive prompt attention. OFFlCE—Vicuna, Ga. * uovlStf GE<> W. JORDAN. JONATHAN IIIVKiIt JORDAN & RIVERS, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, H.i WNfNSVILLE, OA., Will practice in the counties of tlic Oconee Circuit, Twiggs and Wilkinson, and anywhere in the dtate by special ron- Otlice up stairs in the old Court House. I. L.T 6 O LE, r ” Attorney at 3Law* VIENNA, GA novia if JOHN H. MARTIN, Attorney at AND REAL ESTATE AGENT, trVWKtNSVILI.E. GA. Will practice in the Counties of Pulaski Houston, Dooly, Wilcox, Irwin, Telfair Dodge and loturcns. roav32 L. C. RYAN, ATTORNKY AT LAW, IIAW KINSVILLE, GA. \T7 ILL practice in the counties of Pe v v Inski, Houston, Dooly, Wilcox, Trt fair, Laurens and Dodjfe, and by speria contract, in any Court in the State. OFFICE- Next door to Moblev & Join er's store. CHARLES C KIBEEE. Attorney and Counsellor at law IIAWKINSVILLE, GA. Will practice in the Circuit and District Courts of the UnlteuVtates, for tl*e South ern District of Georgia, am* in the Superi or Courts of ?/ouktnn, Dooly, Pulaski, Laurens, Wilcox, Irwin an t Dodge Coun ties junriJJ 'v
