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About Weekly Gwinnett herald. (Lawrenceville, Ga.) 1871-1885 | View Entire Issue (March 30, 1881)
a x* ,e SB TT a KR d Ll> Wm * wanNSSDAT HT a £s& BOWLES. a,or .V>N hX " S : m advance. | jm- ”” g;, in advance. H ;,() m advance. ■^ h fofEverybody| A)K i i{V a 1 U lt , maid the encir ■^■rMOUl, ]>>* i»e on ; a., I;n, and I *»” f: "' 'fuoti rue on ; H UIV feet. 1 do not ask :M - " '*! a eTt , f thus, nor prayed Briion a ienti uie on: a, ,'|| o oKe and see my path; Hu >v Thou me on ; day, and spite a“huy will, Remember .years H fj ]T power has blessed it still m lead me on H r and fen, o'er era# an i {Hint till Bbenight is gone ; Hi, the morn those angel smile ■j have love 1 long since, and awhile. Hnle. along the narrow, rug ■j path ■l’hvself has trod. Humour, lead me home in Kldlike faith, ■Home to my God ■ forever after earthly strife ■dm light of everlasting B —Catdin'ii Newman. BIISCMI.I.ANY. W TMAT l)l THI ■ IST SMIL4X. jHrs.al! hut enterprising city jHratie could boast of many but none of them ■ compare with the aokt.owl l:rk Miggie Birr. Her nvna was Maggie, father always called her so gradually trie people of ■ -vu fell into tlie same habit. Bid net do justice to this ■; lady's many charms and ■b j! beauty, so I will let you ■ reuiler, imagine a woman ten ■iprettier than any you ever ■"» true portrait of my hero Miggie, being pretty SB l ' ll ’ acknowledged I idle, had jaß* beaus ;iu fact, all the eii - towu bowed jjß' 11;, l worshiped at her shrine, if it had not been for ■ r,llll ‘iitic notions which had in in Miggie’s min 1 during ye.-.rs sojourn at board in l'niu lulp'ii i she have accepted one of these admirers who were dead in with her, but she could nev Bbiuk of such a thing No, in- B 1 ero she died she would ■•tubs the principal in some B lance ' or else her dreams would ■‘7* remain fancies, and e»t de B oll# realities. tl: ® tim e I write about there two rming men paying at ten H to Miggi w . both of whom were 111 ' 11 of ultimate victory. She t| 19m both alike, and, tho’ hied to out rival each other. ' l’ a 7‘ n g of attentions, neith coul 1 boast of any ad ■“ ta ß ou ver the other. ■ h ® first young man whern I about here the name of Sam and the other the title of ira<l - T - d/iggie did not like 01 *f these names, as they 8 unlike the titles of the heroes ■ * »ht had read ; yet B 1" ( ' ,,wf °rted herself with the perhaps, ere slio K '*" e 7 would individually en 'B hl " loe antic action .that Hi St them for a matrimonial SB, her Not that she fKig *' t ' lf ' n ' f°*" husbands. ■ , 6 esir * ( l them both to per- Htlig , Uni,lll *' c deeds and the one nCf,reSt h * l ' ,ll « al she ll hi \ C . P^) *' aR * ler husband. 1 1,1 v *rk was a big, broad Weekly Gwinnett Herald. TYI.KU M. PKKI’I.Kj . ) KdlTiir and Pkopkiktou ( shouldered fellow, with a large Hlmre of comnaou sense, and very little romance pervading his dispo sit'on. The fact of the matter was, Sam had been used to hard work since childhood, and, conse quently, had no tim* to think of romance Tom Brady was an exquisite in regard to dress, always wearing the liuest dallies, but ho was no more romantic than Sam. The ona thing that Tom Brady prided himself on was his shape. He had a splendid figure, square shoulders, and a waste like a wo man. The two young men, before their contest for the hand of Miggie, had been warm friends, but since they had entered on this race they had not been such ardent admirers of each other, but had centered all their admiration one divinity, Mig gie. As their love affairs waxed hotter they became dead enemies, and passed each other on the street without speaking. Miggie, sly little puss that she was, help ed on this coolness, n order, if possible, to have a romance wo von for her life. At this time Miggie was receiving attention from both of the gentlemen. She would go to a picnic one day with Sam, and the next day w<>uld go off on an excursion with Tom.— The former would escort her home fiorn Church one Sunday evening, and the next week the latter would exercise the same privilege. People were puzzled to tell which was the favored suit or, and I doubt if either of them could settle that vexed question. All this time Miggie was awaiting some romantic action on the part of either of the two suitors that would help’her'* to decide which she would declare as her accepted lover. Time rolled on until o«o even ! ing Miggie determined to force matters to a head, so she got Tom ! Brady, who was pouring honeyed love phrases into her ear, talking about his rival. Sam Wark Of 1 course Sam was not such a bad j-fellow in Tom's ostimation, but, ! as “all is fair in lovo and war," the latter spoke rather roughly about him, thinking thus to cut him out. Miggie listened and said nothing, and Tom tliougut that his words had carried the outposts of her ’ heart, and so he went away confi - dent of ultimate success. The next evening Sam Wark called to see Miggie, and that wer ■ thy at once repeated the stories which his rival, Turn Brady, had l been circulating about him. Sam l was made very angry by this, and, when Miggie asked him what lie was goiug to do about it replied that he would punch his lia.xd. At this Miggie got indignant, and ' asked him what kind of a way that was to reseat an injury. Sam said that was the best way he ! knew of, but if she could suggest any way out of the difficulty he would only be too glad to follow her advice. Then, in a tragic tone, Miggie said, “You must fight a duel; it is the only way to settle it, and at the same time the question about my hand. To the victors belong the spoils, and to the victorious duelist I will award my hand.” I Sam looked at her for a few moments, and then blurted out, “Suppose one of us gets killed T i ” “VS bat’s the difference?" asked Miggie; “this is a question of nerve, and only death can wipe out the injury. You have been traduced by Tom Brady, and you must challenge him, at once, too ! “All right," said Sam, fully cou viuced that Miggie would at once marry Tom Brady should he re fuse to engage in this duel ; “give me a few points as to the best way to write out a challenge. The next evening Torn Brady called on Miggie and spoke about the challenge, and how he had re Lvwrenceville, 3a., Wednesday, March 30, .1881. JCf i turfled-word to Sim Wark, stating that lie had no intention of rtgbt ing. When Miggie heard this she was furious and upbraided bins for his cowardice. Tern felt cheap, and, seeing that lii» refusal to fight had put Miggie in bad liu mor, concluded that he had better retract Iris decision. As soon as lie had «.old her ibis her face w a illumined with smiles, and she told him how she intended bestow ing her hand on the victor. The next day Torn sent his sec ond, in the person of Joe Farrell, to tell Sam JFarkthat he would fight, and that the weapons should be pistols, at twenty paces. The following morning, at daybreak, was chosen as the timo for the meeting, and at the hour designs ted the parties met Sam W irk was attired in his working suit but Tom Brady was dressed in tho height of fashion. Botli were pale and seemed loth to engage in the combat. The seconds, thinking that no harm would result from the duel, measured off the distance in a business Ike manner, while the surgeon handled his instruments as it he were anxious for an oppor tunity to use them. The signal was given, and both shots rang out on tine morning air simultaneously. When the smoke cleared away Sain Wark was seen standing erect, while Tom Brady lay prostrate on the ground. “I’ve killed my friend!” ejicula Sam, as he threw his pistol away, and knelt beside the prostrate fig uve of Tom. “Curses be on the woman that tempted me to do such a deed. lam a murderer for the sake of Miggie Barr. Tom, dear Tom, I’ve killed you !’’ It was an affecting sight, but the seconds had their duty to per form, so they dragge 1 Sara away while the surgeon made an ex uni ’ nation of the wound. The latter party said not a word for a few moments, but felt the pulße of Tom, and the l ordered one of the seconds to run for water. Poor Sam, given some hops by the command es the doctor, would fain have asked if there was any hope of Tom’s recovery, but dare 1 not. When the second arrive bon the scene with water, Tom still lay as one of the dead, but as soon as the water touched his face he opened his eyes and looked around. Sam, poor fellow. Imoved up by a new hope, looke 1 as if ha would only he too glad to bo the suiter er, if he only could. At last the doctor said ; “Gentlemen, Mr. Brady’s life has been spare! by a singular cir cumstance. The bullet which was i\imed directly at his heart, struck one of the steel stays in a pair of corsets which he weirs, and, in stead of penetrating the skin, it merely stunned him. It is a nar row escape from death." “Thank Gid for that !” said ham. “Tom, lam extremely sor ry that I was ever fool enough to enter on such a project. I am disgusted with Miggie Barr for suggesting such an affair as this, and I hereby resign all claim to her hand. ’ “So do I,” said Tom ; “sue has tio many romantic ideas for me. Then the contestants shook hands, and the party started for home. Of course the newspapers got hold of the story, and made a good bit of fun about Tom wearing cor sets, but lie did not care, as he knew they had saved his life. Miggie heard the particulars of tho story from a friend, and she shuddered to think of the tragedy that her romantic notions might have brought about. Both of the young men stop pad paying attention to Miggie, and in a few years both of them married girls who had never been outside of Newcastle to imbibe ro mantic notions. They are now the warmest friends, anti upon their visits to each other speak of “that duel ’’ Miggie is married, too, but, not , to a man of a romantic turn of mind. It is to none oth*r than Jabez Jehnson, a farmer, who has amassed his millions by the sweat of his brow, aud who knows about ss much about romance asdie does about running a steam ;, and yet Miggje, with school j girl ideas eliminated from heri brain, ia ax happy as the day is ' long. - •m* - %—•»• - Clleeseit’s Or cam There was a group of them *it ling near the stove, and tlcy were telling the many strange,' ghostly tilings they had dreamed of. “I had a strange dream once, and I’ll never forget it, either,’ said a man who wore a slough hat and whose "ears curled oft from his head like the “landsidf of a plow. “Did you dream that yWU was a spirit of* the dead ?” inquired the crow I. “No ; worse than that. T dream ed that I was a tough cuci#ab#r.” “What ? A cucumber.”' “Yes. a regular old yelfop tiu ted cramp producer. uid you can just bet I made trouble in one family. Dang me, but it was are markable dream. “Tell us about,” said the crowd, in chorus. “Well, there was a man living next door to me by the name of Watson, who was a tworn enemy of mine. I med tny political influ ence in working against him in the war 1, and the week-after he was defeated he poisoned my dog. Revenge was in my heart, and one night 1 dreamed I was a big eh cumber and was nestling am >ng the vines in the gar ton, wnan su idenly I saw Watson di n > o ver the back fence. Ha came di rectly to me, plucked me from tbs v ; neaiul deliberately ate me before my own eyes. ! was the maddest cucumber in America, and after reaching his stomachs I determin ed to sell my life as dearly as pos sible. When Watson retire 1 for the night t e first thing 1 did I threw him into a spasm, rolled out of bed and hauled him over the floor and marchedground i~ his stomuche in platoons, regi incuts find brigad.-s Then I twis ted him into the shape of a gimlet, curled him up like an apple peel, and jammed his heels back of his ears until he howled and swore with pain. After that I pitched him into a convulsion, bonne ed him against the ceiling, and slammed him against the walls mi til two men had to tie his legs and send for a doctor. His mother in law tried to rub him with harts horn, but ho cut loose at her with both feet and the old lady pulver ized a washsfcaml in a far corner. I laughed like a domes, and drew his knees under his chin and turn ed him on Lis back, and every time one came in reaching distance I stra ghtened him out with a snap, and made him drive his loved ones light through the plastering. Well, sir when I woke lip and found that it was all a dream I was the worst disappointed man you ©ver herd of.” The crowd gazed at the man with big e ire, reverently confessed that they hadn’t even begun to learn how to dream, and set np the drinks. Here is another straw. A man who went through an excursion train of 900 passenger* taking a Presidential vote didn’t find a sin gle Hancock man. P. >S. —He didn’t find a Garfield man either, for the first person he accosted knocked him down, and a dozen others wiped up the floor with him and wedged him so fast that ail the passengers escaped before lie co:J 1 release himself. He has declared himself in favor of the anti-Msaonic candidate, hi* treat nu-nt in the car having made him dead opposed to gr ps. He was gripped too much. Conyers Weekly: l d\« will bat —well, we ll bet anything—that you can’t find a man in thin conn try who raises his own corn, meat and. flour, but what has money and can buy goods at cash prices on time. We affirm that no man can prosper who has corn-cribs and smoke-houses in the west, and thv.t our peeplc can’t, afford to take western corn, and not raised any ireet” A Terrible Tale of tliejSou. If a line be drawn from Man hat tan Beach to Rockawuj, Long Is land. New York, it will cut a fringe of shoals, visible only at low tide. This fringe, broken here and there by masses of dangerous rock, has made the foreground of mors than one murine painting of note, and has been the grave for mor• than one gallant ship ; but there lives m memory no inch casualty as that which has justoocurred there; Ino scene of shipwreck, indeed either ou this spot or any other, i of »o strange and tragic horror. The Italien bark Ajace was wrecked on Hoekawav Simula Fri day morn ing, and one man alone of all her crew of fifteen souls was saved In the fearful gale es Thursday night the vessel, wlifcb had come from Italy by way of Antwerp, was driven on tbe eoeet of New Jerssy, but by good fort une and nkillfni handling she was gotten off. By 10 o'clock on Fri day morning,' however, she agniu struck, this time on Rockawuy shoals, ."lie broke iu two at once like a pipe stem, A sea of treuen j dous force was running, and altlio' I tho crew was at flr»t able to sus - tain thena*ftlveajby clinging to tho wreck which had found lodgment., the waves constantly rose higher with the tide and swept over them i with ever increasing fury. The unhappy men could see no land, so full was tho air of vapor and fly ing water. Their position s<-e ned jto them hopeless. Death to their eves was in a short time inevita . hie ; tbe agony of awaiting him was too great t* bear, ami tho ter rible notion came into the head of the carpenter to anticipate his ap proach. ! The poor fellow cried out in Italian, “As I must die. I prefer to die this way,' and he whipped his sailoi'n knife from the lanyard and shuUied it across his throat. A moment after he fell into the sea. Toon three of his companions di.l pisssiseiy the same thing. Each one cut Ins tlir iit and pitched headlong into the seething tv iven. The ten men who wore left—- ; t is 1 the one survrver who tells the ato ry—-became in their despair like maniacs. They raved, cursed and prayed by turns. “Drink ! drink!' cried the captain, “ for we must all die !” He g'vo them whiskey an 1 nil drank tneir fill. S - irmly ha I the last miu d'»n» so when a wave higher and in ire furious than any that h .d g me before, cam i crash ing down on the nfterpurt of the fated ship, to which the crew were clinging, and all who remained of the living freight of the Ajace were swept into oblivion. All, that is, save one, w’ oae name is Pietro Sail, an t who, won derful to tell, has lived to tell the story. Sula managed to keep his grip on a fragment of the ship's cabin, at the moment of tho oatis trophe. Just before this the wreck had been descried from the life saving station whose lua lquar tors are near the Oriental Hotel. In a trice C aptain Bchensoe and 5 brave oarsmen were in a life boat and making a superb struggle to force her through the clambering surf. Twenty times the boat dis appeared from the sight of the straining eyes that were watching it from the shore. It was in the hollows of the waves. The sea poured over the rowers in torrents and as they pulle 1 they were up to their waists in water. But, they made their way to the shoals in safety. They bronght Pietro Sala in safety to the shore. And had his shipmates held out they would have been rescued also. There were many wrecks on this Friday morning—so fatally dismal in some places, so joyous and memorable in others—along the coast, but noue attended by events so frightful as this. In truth, ws recall in nous of the au imls of “Shipwrecks and Disasters at Hsa" an episode more terrible and more impressive than the self slaughter in the agony of their de spair of the crew of the Ajace.— The tale is etiH further notewor thy in that it exemplifies with striking force the wisdom in all perilous situations of holding out to the last, and proves with an eloquence which wurls alone can never bear that while there is life there is hope. Tho Milliedgeville Union notes an oft’ color marriage iu that place the other day which ended in the the newly made husband, instead of kissing his bride, telling her “now you go long home and git supper ready, I’ll be tliar arter a while. | Yol. XI.—No. 2 How n Crowd was tttt'ncled. Two gentlemen were looking I out of the window of a lioime on one of the principal streets of Ban Francisco, when they observed a cabbage roll off a market w-gon that waa passing. Instantly ore«- a dozen well dressed and appal' ently sane peraoun began yelling I after the wagon as though the veg ' etable had been a gold watch or a SI,OOO bill. The driver stopped about hal a squares off, looked back at Ihe cabbage, yawnod and drove on. “What an absurd fuss people in the street make rft trivial occur renews eaid one o# the gentlemen “Now, I’ll bet a silk hat that I could get a crowd of 500 person* around that, cabbage inside of 30 minutes, and yet not leave this room." “• take the bet," said hie friend, pulling out hie watch. “.tie you ready ? ' * "f tss, give the word.*’ “It ie now 11:30. Go!” The proposer of the wager led bis frieud to the window, threw up the Basil, and, taking a cane, pointed earnestly at the mud cov ered cabbage with a terrified ex pression. Presently a hack driv er noticed the action end began to stare at the vegetable from the curbstone ; then a bootblack stop ped ; then a hill poster, a tuesseu gcr and a merchant. “Whata the matter ?” inquired a German, approaching the mno ceut base of his national dial). ‘ Don’t touch it! L >ok out there stand back !’’ shouted the gentle man at the window. At his hor ror stricken tones the crowd fell back precipitately and formed a dense circle around the innocent cubage. Hundreds came run sing up, and the excitement in creased rapidly. “Look out there!'' frantically screamed the better, waving his cane. “Take that dog away, quick !" Several stones were thrown at a cur that was sniffing around the cabbage. “Take care !” said a car driver driver to a policeman, who was shouldering his way through the mass. “It san infernal machine, nitro glycerine—or something." Meanwhile the sidewalk was blocked, the street became impass able, women screamed and rushed into shops, and a storekeeper no derneath began to tie a bucket on the end of a long pole with which to pour water on the devilish in vention. The crowd by this time numbering over 1,000, the two gentlemen moved away from the window and sat down. In a few moments there was a hurried tap at the door, and there appeared a man who had been sent as a dele gate from the mass meeting out side. “I should like to knew, geutle men,” he said, “what the facts are ?” “What facts?" “Why, what is there peculiar about that cabbage out time ?’’ “Nothing in the world," wa* the soft reply, “except that it s»-ems to be snrrouuded by rbont 1,000 of the biggest fools in town. Do anything else for you ?’’ The man reflected a moment, said lie, “guess not,” an 1 retire 1. Before he handed in his report, however, the police had disported the mob and (dubbed 211 separat* persons for craaling a disturb ance A Lost Cl viliziition. Sir William Jones, in his voyage to India, found the island of Jo lianna, a secluded speck in the Atlantic off the coast of Africa, this inscription in Arabic, above the door of a mosque: The world was given for our ed ifi cation ; Not for the purpose of rasing sumptuous dwellings; Life for the discharge of moral and religions dutl* s; Net for p easuruble indulgence ; Wealth to be liberal bestow *d; Not avariciously hoarded; Ami learning to produce good actions. And not empty disputes. And people w'jo were guided by these maxims, if any people ever were, certainly exhibited a high civilization. It seems a great misfortune that they should have penshel from the earth. Yet if such a race existed now, aud they possessed a country worth any thing, some Anglo-Saxon race would kill them off or drive them out. and take possession of their lands, and whatever «1?« they might have worth stealing. AS An Advirijmiitg The HERALD it vntifUoL d f\ r tat on of its er/rntttr •trrulfl' p n> d rrmnrknhflost rate. liuntnts mtn tliouhl nmttnl/tr tint. ______ BLANKS! BLANKS 1 fcL/M S (au. xvati.T I'kimtko) FOR SALE ATTHE UK HA JOH OFFICE The Much smi Al.iwy Mort gage tl Multi, We henr his host upon the hill, We Leer his bray dowu iu U* rale The lonely fields, the brakes aftd gleng Give echo to his mournful tele. He is coming, lie ie coining: thd long-expected and much mart gaged mule, upon every highway and by pathway is beating with slow and measured tread, hie weary journey to the city of Ma eon. True, he died last fall, just be fore the lion upon his lean frame fell dus, end he went to protect under a burden of ills and cold drafts that broke his wind arid tail ed his bellowsed sides with shot, stubborn thumps thut betoken tar ly decay. His trailed flesh was borne by body snatchers—the vultures of the air—into the ethereal regiyui that hang above thk classic waters of Heg creek, which glides eo peacefully through the primeval forests es second growth pines and by the sleeping fields qf old Jones. He went to rest for the flVat time since those far off dreamy days of colthood in tue glades that skirt the dark waters of Big Handy in Twiggs and Wilkin son. He gave up the ghost without a neigh, by the flowery bauks of the Tobosofkee, and in the race of life and for life he kicked his last kick and pawed his last paw, wners the saiuted stream of the beauti f-d Tewalig i nnites its comely waters with the ancient Ocmnl gee. He left his hayless and c aides* region to unite his destiny with ’the hungry spirits that had ifebjy trotted before, by the turbid Cur rents of Big Indian, that relleaita sluggish burden though the sandy plains of old Houston- He turned hie sightless eyes for the last time toward the glorious sun in the heavens and up the sol sum tramp to the bright Elysiau fields, Wlierfe the grass ever gran And the skies are ever blue. Where no mortgages are seen. And uo drafts are evsr due, on the sunny banks of Alsahatchte. whose laughing waters pleasantly hail and cheerily bid adieu to the happy denizens of Crawford, who live in its smiling vallies. The winds of spring blow upon the graves of the dead flowers and call them from under tbs sod to bud and bloom a gain, to charm our eyes with their rich and varied j hues and gladden onr sences with their sweet perfume. The son of Ham, with the voice of a Stan tor, speaks to the sleeping form of the dead mule, and shouts in his ear “dut de time ob de sin in ob mortgages is cum aud de smell ob guanner is all ober de land." In response to tins mighty summons he wakes from his long repose, moves by degrees his afcif fened limbs, rises from his well worn couch, shakes the dust from from his bristling coat, r.nd from : sheer habit and by harsh coercion administered bv his cruel tankman ter, he “passed under the rod "and slowly takes up the line of inarch to the Mecca of his annual pilgrim age. There he recieves his nsuil valuation, wiih an assumed name, and under the weight of accnmula te 1 mortgagee turns his feet to the countn ouce more, there to spend a weary, hungry summer and to die again in autumn. Mort-ov-oer. anil Mttsmytr. The Griffin news calls this qiu k work : Mr Bon Futral, who is em ployed at Hnsselkns & Patrick’s, 1 and who is one of the most skil ful workmen in the city, did a piece of work on Thursday after noon which has probably never been erne 1 . In two hours and a half he half soled twenty one pairs of shoes, patched one shoe, and put new heels on five of the pairs. And the work thoughout was wi 1 done. A certain individual, net cver rem- r’icab'e for punctuality to pay his debts, was complaing to a wag gish acquaintance of “shor'.neis of breath.” “In deed 1” replied he; “I am suprised at that, for I had a little conversation with your tailor the othar day, and he told me you w.retha longest-winded cuss he had.” To openly efl'end virtue is to clandestinely defend lminoraii
