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About Weekly Gwinnett herald. (Lawrenceville, Ga.) 1871-1885 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 30, 1881)
Thi <G W 1 NF Er T II IS RA LD PBBMSUSB HVKRT WKDNKSDAT *Y reerles &. Bowles. HUDSCUIPI'ION KATES : 1 copy 12 inos., $1.50 in advance. 1 copy 0 mos., .75 in advance. 1 c i WJ p W* ; .> , -50 in advance. I*ow Enough for Everybody PUE FRY. Falling Leaves. 'llicy arc falling', slowly failing, Vliick upon the forest snJo— Severed from the noble Lunches Where I hey waved in beauteous pride. They are fulling in the vul ey<, Where the early violets Hp ing, A d the birds In sunny springtime First their dulcet music ring. Thev ore lulling, sadly fulling, Close beside our cotiage door— Fa r aod laded, iike the loved ones That, birv- gone fu ever more. Tdej ure falling, mid tbb sunbeams Shine ih beauty soil around : Yv*. the failed leaves ure fa ling Falling on the grassy ground. They are falling on the streamlet Where the silver Waters flow, And upon its plueid uosmn ‘Otlwartl with lie waders go. They A>e talfihg in the eliurdliyurd Where our kindred sweetry sleep Where the idle winds of su inner " Softly o’er the loved Ones sweep. They are falling, ever falling, When the afitmnn breezes sigh— W hen t ic stars in b.-autv glisten Hr*ghl upon Iho midnight sky. They are fulling when she tempest Moans like ocean's hollow roar— When tiie timeless winds anil oulows Sadly sigh forevermoic. They are falling, th v la ling. While our sud lcm-d thoughts still go To the sunny days of elliUluojJ, In tin: dreamy lung ag >. And inter lad d Inns remind us yr the blighted hopes mi l dreams - Faded like toy lulling lead ts Cast upon the icy,streams. ' ■■" II - iTM .mi-tit -Mi —II i, MISCELLANY. A I*ol,l CEMAbb MISTAKE. It was a dull, rainy day, toward the end of August—one of those days when earth and sky alike are gray and dreary, «ud the rain • drops pattering against the win dow sound like human sobs. The clock that hung against the wall pointed to the hour of three in the afternoon, and I was sitting by myself in our little inner office 1 ickiug out at the expanse of dull gray wall that form my only pros pact from the not over clean win dow, and thinking. I had read every square inch of type in the newspapers; l had made out all tlib necessary papers and docu ments, and now, with literally ‘nothing to do,’ I wis musing about Kitty Futon, and wonder ing how long it would Ire before I should be able to marry her. Dear little Kilty ! She was as sweet and as patient as it was in the nature of woman to be, but I knew it was a hard life for her in that overcrowded milliner’s work room, day aftei day and month at ter month, and I longed to set her free from the monotonous captivi ty. She was a pretty, blue eyed guri of twenty, with a dimple in her chin, und the sweetest roses on her cheek that ever inspired the pen of a poet. I was no poet, yet I think I understood and appreci ated all her womanly grace and delicate beauty as fully as if my heart's thoughts could shape them selves into verso. And it was of them I was thinking when the door opened and Air. Cleaner came in. Air. Cleaner was our ‘cdiief —a dark, silent little man, with square stern mouth and clouded gray eyes, which appeared almos* ex pressionless when they were turn ed full upon you, and yet wuioh seemed to see everything at a glance. Ho sat down beside me. ‘Aleradith,’ he mid in* quiet, isubdued tone tkat was natural to him, ‘didn’t you say you were get tired of doing nothing V ‘Yes, sir.’ ‘Well, I have soiaething for you to do.’ ‘What is it, sir V ‘Something that will bring you both credit and friends, ifyon man age it skillfully. I had intended to go mvself but circumstances happen outwardly, and I shall ■send you instead. Bending his head toward me and speaking scarcely above a whisper, ho told me the special lousiness on which I was to be Weekly Gwinnett Herald. TYI.KU M. PKKI’LKS. t hlJlfoK-ANU t , KI4>RIIUuK. f sent. There had been, it seems, n series of heavy forgeries, lately committed, with a boldness and audacity that fairly seemed to set the authorities at defiance. For some tune he had been in doubt as to the exact perpetrator of the crime, but after much quiet inves tigation and casting hither and tlii her, lie had detected the hid den spring—one Perelev Matte son—who had skillful'y eluded all pursuit, and was now somewhere hiding in the northeastern portion ox the State. His whereabouts had been ascertained as nearly as 1 possible, and it was /or me to go quietly up and apprehend him, bo fore he should become aware of our knowledge of all his move men ts. I sat listening to all the vari ous details of our plau as they were sketched out by Air. Clen ner. The reward that had been privately offered was high—my heart leaped as I reflected how much nearer it would bring me to Kitty Elton, nor did the enter prise seem particularly difficult to accompli jli. ‘Do you think you can do it?’ Mr, Clenner asked, aftor the whole thing had been laid before me. ‘Tes sir. AVhen shall I start.’ ‘Now—within half an hour.’ ‘Yes, why not?’ I could think of no sufficient reason except one, which I did not cure to communicate to my supe rior—the longing wish to see Kit ty once more before I started. ‘Just as you deckle, Mr. Clen ner. of course,’ I sai d rising. Ts I take the 4 o'clock express I shall be there by day light to morrow morning ‘Yes; and tlief. is a!tog ther the best plan. He will not remain Jong in iny one place just at pres ent, depend upon it,, and what you have to do must be done at once.’ All through that long night journey I mused to myself upon t e task that lay before me. The house to which I was directed was in the -midst of woods, about a half a mile beyond the village of DrowuvllLe—the residence of Airs Matteson, the mother of tilts auda cious forger. If help was needed I was fully authorized to cal! for it upon the constabulary authori tics of Drownville, but I expected to need none. The rosy dawn was just flushing the eastern sky when I alighted, stiff weary end jaded, from the train, at the little way station of Drownville. •Can you direct mo to Airs. Mat teson’s place?’ I asked of the sleepy station master, who was yawning behind the little apert tui’3 of the ticket office. ‘Matteson —Airs. Alitteson; I don’t know her, but I guess likely I can tell you where sha lives. Just you follow the main street of the village out about half a lirde, and ye’ll come to a patch of woods with bars at the fence. Go through them bavs a little further on, and ye’ll see a little yaller house, just the last place in the world where you’d expect to see a house. That’s where Airs. Alat tesoa lives. I thanked my informant, and set out on a brisk walk, carrying niv traveling bag. It was quite a distance ere I emerged from the suburbs of the main street into a quiet and secluded road, or rather lane.. The patch of woods, with the bars, and the “little jailer house —a cream colored cottage, literally overgrown with honey suckles —rewarde 1 my search, and as I knocked at the door a clock somewhere in the house struck seven. A decent looking elderly woman in widow’s weeds name to the door. Ts Mr. Alatteson in ?’ Air. Per ley!’ •No,’ she answered quickly, with as I imagined, rather a confused Lawrenceville, 3a. Wednesday, Ncv. 30, 1881. lock. I did not delieve her, and asked quietly : , Ay hen do y eu expect him home ?’ ’Not at present.’ Apparently she expected me to go away, but, instead, I stopped in. ‘Mother,’ asked a soft voice at the iiead of the stairs, ‘who is it ?’ And then for the first time I lie came aware that some one had been watching our colloquy from the head of the stairs—a young girl, dressed, like the mother, in deep black, with very brilliant eves, and a profusion of jet black . ringlets. ‘Some one to see your brother.’ She came half way down the stairs, pushing back her curls with one hand, and looking at me with wondrous eyes. Even her beauty struck me ks I stood gazing at her. ‘Terry is not at home,’ sho said, hurriedly. ‘He has gone away. We do not know when he will re turn.’ Evidently this mother and daughter were in the secret of Alatteson’s villainy and were doing their best to screen lnm from its consequences. Alv heart bled for both of them, but it was no time to indulge in sentimentality. Speak ing as briefly as 1 could 1 told them to remain where they were while I searched the house. Airs. Alitteson sat down pale and trembling; her daughter col - ored high. . / ‘Mother,' she said, ‘why do you stand by and listen to such shin del's ? It is false! Lst this man search the house if he will; mr brother is as innocent as I am !’ No opposition was offered to my search. It wast entirely fruitless, however— there was nowhere any trace of the flown bird. Nevertbe less I concluded to remain there quietly for a day or two, to see what a little waiting might bring forth. The same afternoon Clara Alat teson came in, as I sat by the pi azza window, keeping a quiet watch on till the suiroundings. ‘Air. Aleriedith,’she said softly, .‘mother thinks I have been rude to' you. yhe says it was not your fault, personally, that you were sent here—on such a mistake, and perhaps she is right. I am vm v sorry if I have hurt your feelings.’ The pretty, penitent way in which she spoke quite won my heart, aud a few questions ou my part seemed to unlock the hidden recesses of her confidence. Lite talked at first shyly, but afterward with more assurance, of he*self, her absent brother, aud her moth er, giving me thousand artless little family Details which I almost dreaded to hear. Tho twilight talk was one of the pleasantest of my by no means universally pleas ant life, and I was considerably annoyed when it was broken in up on bv the arrival of the Drownville constables who were to watch through the night At the sound of tlieir footsteps on the piazza floor, Clara rose up and sat down again, confused and frightened. ‘O, Air, Alereditb—those men— ‘Be easy, Miss Ala teson,’ I said; ‘you shall in no way be annoyed by them. Your privacy shall not be broken in ipon, believe me.’ ‘I know I am silly,’ faltered Cla ra, ‘but oil! it seems sso dread ful !’ Aly orders to the men were brief and succint. I stationed them as seemed best to me, and then returned to spend the evsn ing with Aliss Alatteson And when I was at length left al me I could not help thinking—God for give me—how much more winning and graceful she was than poor Kitty Elton. At length an answer came to my report to AFr. Clenner—it was short and to the purpose : ‘Come back— you are ouly los -1 ing time, If the bird has flown wo must, look elsewhere for him.' I read the missive with a pang. Clara Matteson’s dhook deepened in color as I an no £ need my depart ure to ner. j ‘You have been jfnr kinder than we dared to hop", Air. Meredith,’ she said as I held her hand in mine. ‘You will think of me somotiinos, Clara ?' The reader wflTfeasily see how our intimacy had progressed.— She smiled, hungrier head, and, taking a pair of sdssors from the table, served one bright black curl from tl e abuhchiM trusses that lmng over her forJhea I. ‘Keep tins, Mr. Alerodith, in memory of me ’ Was 1 foolish to press the jetty ringlet to my lips fro I laid it close I.V to my heart ? Clara evidently thought I was—for she had laugh ed, but did not siayn displeased. Mr. Clenner teemed annoyed when I got back to the bureau rather an unroaus,suable proceed ing on his part, for J certainly did all i hat man could do under the circumstances ‘We have been mistaken all the wax through, it seems, ho said biting his lip. ‘Strange—very strange-—I was never mistaken bo fore in my calculations. Well, we must try again.’ 1 went to .Kitty Elton’s that night. she received me with a sweet, shy sadness of welcome that should have made me the hap piest man in the w.n-ld ; but it did not. Clara Alatteson s dark bean ty seemed to stand between me and her liken visible barrier. When 1 took my leave there were tears in her eyes. ‘Kitty, you are crying!’ ‘Because you are changed. Ed ward, you do nut love me as well as you did I’ •Kitty, what nonsense !’ I was vexed with her, simply be cause I kne w her accusation was true. Bat I kissed her once more, and took my leave, moody, an i dissatisfied. When 1 reached the office next morning, Mr. Clenner was not there. ‘He has gone to Drownville,’ said rav fellow detective ; ‘he went last night.’ ‘To Drownville ?’ I was seriously annoyed. Did Air. Clenner distrust the accuracy of my reports ? Or did lie imagine that I was unable to institute a thorough and complete investiga tion of the premises ? ‘lt’s very strange,’ I mused aloud. Jones laughed. ‘Weil,’ he said ‘you know Clen ner has a way of doing strange things. Depend upon it, ho has good reason for his conduct.’ I wtissitting at my desk two weeks subsequently, when tlm door glided noiselessly open' and Clenner himself entered. •Youare back again, sir? and what luck ?’ ‘The Best.’ * ‘You don't mean to say it.’ ‘Edward Alereditb, 1 knew I could not be entirely mistaken.— Perley Matterson is in the next room—half an hour from now ho will be in prison.’ ‘Where did you apprehend him.’ ‘At home in his mothers house.' ‘But—’ ‘He was there all the time you remained theie. Ned, my boy, you’vo made a blunder for once ; but don’t let it happen again.’ ‘What do you mean, sir.’ For reply he opened the door of the private inner appariment, Ins own special sanctum. A slight boyish figure leaned against the window smoking a cigarette, with black curls Jossed back from a marble white brow, and brilliant eyes. He mockingly inclined his head as I stared at him. with a mo lion not unfamiliar tome, ‘Clara Ala 1 toson !' ‘Yes,’ he said, in a soft, sarcas tic voice ; Clara Mattes on, or Per ley Alitteson, or whatever you cAoosuto call me ! Many thanks for your politeness, Detective Aler edit!), and, if you would like auoLli er lock of hair— ’ I turned away, burning scarlet, while Mr. Clenner closed the door. ‘Never mind, my boy, it will be a lesson to you,' ho s,ud laughing, ‘lie makes a very prettv girl, bull am not all susceptible.’ What a double-dyed foil I had been I f had lost the reward—fail ed in the estimation of my fellow officers, and behaved like a brute to poor Kitty—and all for wliat ? I went to Kitty and t.ni 1 her Urn whole story, and to my surprise, the dear, faithful little creatnro loved me just ns well as ever. T won’t be jealous ofjl’ei [eyAlat tosoi:, Edward,’ she said smiling, •whatever I might be of his sister. And, dearest, don’t be discourag ed. I'll wait as longas you plea.e, and you'll be a second Alr.C miner yet.’ She was determined to look on the bright side of things, tli s lit tie Kitty of mine ! But I felt the mortification none the less keen ly, although, as Air. Clenner, said, it would undoubtedly proven gjod lesson to me. Policy Alutteson’a girlish beau iv is eclipsed in the State's prison —nor do I pity him. The sake for which he played was high--and he lost. Oik; Letter’.* Blind Direction* Postmaster Wildman had occa sioti during his trip East to visit, the New . York Post Office, and while there ..as told.the following incident, which shows Hi* efficient (ty of our postal service: The New York office lias a man whose business for the past twenty five years' lias been to decipher bad ad dresses ou lett. rs. During that time lie has coliectul directories of the various cities of tho coun try, and is said to know all the steels amh a great number of the residences ill New Yolk i itv. Some time ago a foreign letter came directed to “Patrick Mahon ey, First, House in America.” The letter was from Ireland, mi l after tho usuai inquiries tho old man learned the time that the vessel I bearing Lie letter rrr.ved. As an experiment, ho placed it in tho hands of a carrier, who was in - etrncted to deliver it tit the end of —Pier. The house was a sail- : ors' boarding house, and, strange as it may sue. ti, Patrick Atahonuy \ was found. When the letter v, , : opened the only contents were found to be a draft for SFJ J. This letter would bo a good com - panion for one that was received recently by PJRtn-.ust Wildman. I' too, was from Ireland, and was ad dressed to the “Post- Mister Gen - oral of Indiana,” Tne contents stated that Patrick O’Neil had \ come to this country several years ago, and since then nothing had been heard A him by his relatives. The letter asked mat a diliigeuf search be made, and, if Patrick was found, to convey to him tho intelligence that his brother was married and had ihm children. The following is ail excellent system of gardening for young la dies: ’.AI ike up your beds early in the meriting, assist your moth - er about the house work, do not rake tip any grievances, protect the young, tenker branches of the family, plant a smi!o of good tom per ii* your f.>on, c'refully root out all angry and unpleasant feelings, and reap a good crop of happi ness. —■ •Never leave what you under take lined you can reach your arms around it and (*lti tch your hands on the side,’ says a recently pub lislied book for young men. Very good advice—but what if she scream a ? This ;s the season of the year when the night air is very danger otis, but the girls face death at the front gates with the same heroism which has always been one of the chiefest adornments of the sex. President Arthurs weight is 215 pounds. Fat old widower, aju t ho? jVol. XI.—No. 37 Courtship. It clinneed, tiny suy, upon a day, A lililiiMg |mm ilia town ’I hut sue was sliolililg up |he Way As ha was strutimg down, Sue humming low, us unglu lie ho, \ dn iv sweet an I sai.il! , He "liisili or hold a tune, you Know, 1 dal l.u I no I u lie ui nil. U liappane.l se--|a«cfSely no- As ulI Ibo IMen Lund niiglilioi - know As 1 and you peruaps mi'dit do, They n- Z'd upoo tne (-round ; Hut when Im-y'il "'me u yuid or two, lit rulirsv lliey no'll hulked round I hey tioili wue puiiied, tliev lio n ex 1 turned tY hut e.UMuI li eir even to roam ; And innliiii" altei Ihi I r niained "i-l lie should see In r In Cue. I' happened mu--preeiu |y vo— As ud I lie Irieiids mill neighbors know N xt day to tint 'twa.s common ih'.t, Adiiet l ing no demit", A bound e o v u s do u hat MaS lidt im oa a nu e. A ill--i t:-. ii.it mi■, hl l bustled o’er, " Ill'll! b|' 'V O ; lllld l!l.| .Sill, ill, Due meshing ."'ll Utiiiti lhroiiu.ii the dour li h re two went up the u'sle. It Inqip'mid s' -predi-ely »>- .is nil ilie In. i.iL und neighbor kn -iv Diil Nye on the Monitor*. I am here, ami am registered at the Walker House us Billy the Kill Tucro was nothing about my trip here, unless it was this : A min, who .lull evidently been wrestling with a leather cov ered bottle of lunch all day- on board the sleeper, had his berth made up early, and rt tired. He left the rest of ns to talk, among ourselves, whenever there was a lull in the snoring sothat weeoul 1 make ourselves lie,aril. About, 10 o'clock a very gloomy looking foot was thrown out acioss the aisle ol tilt car. Somehow a large, irregu lor shaped alabaster foot, when in trod need amon g a group of peo ple unexpectedly that way, seems to change the current of con versa tion to other things. A young man from New York stepped to tho front and Imuga v i!i:-n* on the extended hoof, and that prodii.u.l the Ho«wro4 etfeot. I m •!, tho mail who made the regular autumn pun on my name jas usual. Thu question is, au i tntmi man to make a pun on anotli :< r mail’s name every time ho sees him Malt Lake last evening present led a very beautiful sight, and yet an effecting one. The brilliancy lof tilt) electric light contrasted strangely v.ilh tlie somber cm ■ i bloms of mourning along die beau ! tifnl street It is generally believ ed lu re by the Geiiliies that the ’ .Mormon population, for the sake ! of policy, are carrying out the sum ! bianco cf sorrow over Iho death of tho President, but that, if the m is ses were not well under the con trol of t iio Mormon leader -, the gen ui ll o reeling of rejoicing would j crop out. I went over to tile tab : ernaeie to day to listen to the re marks of the Lilbr Day Saints.— Everybody known all about the i temple and tabernacle as well ns I do. The latter looks oa the out sale like a l»:g turtle, and on the ! inside lib* a big rink, it is claim ed that this structure will hold ! about 14 000 people, and to day it : was,full. So were some of the ap 1 poutles. The entire end of the ; tabernacle, yi which are the gal i lories and the organ, was draped jin deep mourning, all the pulpits and desks beiug'nntirely covered, and the mammoth organ itoelf i heavy with black crape. I wish I 1 conl l describo the gonerral appear 1 anco of tho congregation an l tho : different types of faces visible in tho crowd. There are three mam moth doors at each side and sever al at each i u*h an 1 through these double noors the uu lieuoecania in, apparuntly ell at once. I and my friend were shown a seat down no».r the I'r lit among a lot of old cast off wives, where wa could hear pretty well. The odor of bo - gus sanctity and Mormon pervad ,oil ti e air. It is a good thing tho tabernacle is largo and ventilated, jor no one could live there while tiie services aVe going through with A big. fat apostle, with the back of his neck hanging over his collar j like a carbuncle, made a few re marks alter the music, Ha pans el occasionally uud looked up : through the skylight to think of a big word, and a brother snoozer sit near him,in the holy of iioiies, and eat gum drops out of a paper bag. I her all (flayed it that they were slowly pining away over the death of the President; but they were as happy looking Mormons as I ever saw. Another apostle then turne I loose with a wail over the dead Preshlel.t, which for b<*d ajMimuur uud general vacuity took AS A n Advert is tv yMf (Hum The IthfiALD is urn iivuh d /*»/ rerun)! Of its er/nutinr ehsutofy* h i.mi renuirkobli, low rates, liumin js men should r«nn mi.r.r thin . BLANK'S! BLANKS! QLaNKS (ar.t. kixds nkati.t navrub) FOB SALE ATTIIE //Hit ALU ,/OJI OJ IM P. K ‘ wniui•* jprrx.marmma WK . 'w--? the cjike. He wits folh vud by ‘-’eorga Q. Can nor., who said that although I resident Clmiiei 1 had expressed himself rut her s< vertly toward the Latter D..y ISaints, he was after all nt lu art very friendly to lrs people. Ace- tiling t,» his story, the dea 1 Pic i lent waspret ty iiiiui ti Mcrnmn in sentiment, and had expressed great, ty . pithy lor the polygamous outht. The crowd sat and suffered through it ad \v tiioiit u; par telly ka whig much wljal whs.i). Tin elders and biwimps occrsinnallv went to sleep and bnmpe l tlieir noses ou their pulpitt. About two thou sand babies Bgfffed at intervals ■hr hours, and mud ttetmine gruf that w.ih sr.o vn. Him giit i had se u li-iaitly women licf.ro ,o day reserve I lyr mo a spneta- i,- of ,'dor mori liideiMlslieis tU.lt w 1! ’ haunt me always. In my epiujCn poiv giuny caifies its own puprshniant with.it. I', is suilicietu. punish ttient for tgo iuou I-), stpy m tub bouse with the s lariliy cicatur they call their wives, and the wo men get etmugli suffering oul of living with their husband-. 1 said some mean things about tho Aloruious, but the more I know about them th* more I d spiso my self lor the weak and lnefficieirc : "'ay I have attended to tail mit tel'. 1 >n« of the font,urea of Salt Lake ('itv is tlio fe-oive iv,i man. "'ho average red man who vi.tim Zion ■ s not no handsome as ti.e steel on graving of him tiii-t yon line! on tho greenback. Hu is not ou the war puli. I went among'him with my iihii.il icuvrlesaiiissi aud proud bearing. _ , I went up this morning and looked at tho Endowment House, I dnln t have my endowment robe along and so I didn’t go in. if tv er holiness to tho Lord was made a gigantic joke it is here. Tho idea of vanis'-ing a woman with olei.margar.no and junning her through Zion's ring with tho biek ly attempt to muku it nil impress ive, jb so ridiculous and yut eo sao religious that I tun unable to do tho subject justice. If my reader.i could iiavo seen the airay of bisli ops. elders, etc., that congregated yesterday in the Main perform ng ring of tho hippodrome, I know they would agree with mo that there inn t a gravel nain ill tho Un ion Pacific that couldn't proUnee a bigger mans of intellect, take the men as they average right through than did these old humpbacked j> iS , triarclis, who claim that tuoy are designate 1 by tho Lord to lead his chosen people up out of darkness into light. If it be religious for a brigyle of lecherous old hog.s to rule over a horde of ignorant poo pie who arc only one notch above the animal creation, rnd to rob* them for years in themuuA of (ltd. I hup* that I may not be re,gar led as strictly orthodox in thi i valley of the modern Jor.l n. T< ore p a p'o point with pride to tho tact that prostitution « a> f ol . years un known here in Salt Lake, and that polygamy was tl ocuise. There is no doubt under heaven of the truth of this assertion, lingular pr ,sli tutiou v ould hide its head, and go away into the Bitter * reek couu try and hate itself to death when met by the Mormon stylo of serial evil, in tha natural excitement of writing a letter like this I may have unintentionally C(,n-eyod some information. If so, I hope that it may not be laid up against me in tho future, but overlooked in a ckaritablo wav. M -hone is an aspirant for a or.b inet position. Having ra liesjizs l old Virginio, ht> in f xpected t;y be tun Moses to raise np the trump -1« 1 banners of that, party in alt of the Southern Staffs. Thera are plenty of men in every South ern State who would bo willing to join any party, oven the one Lea l ed by oid Satan, if thereby they could be boosted into u fat (.face when there was u prospect of good picking. should not beat all surprised to sea a M ihono party m Georgia and every Southern State next year, In fact the Re publicans have long since learned that this is their only hope The South will not swallow Re publicanism unless you sugar coat it a little with another name and then they gulp it down without winking. We will nee 1 thorbu »h, system’ atie and perfect organization next year to fight the coalition, and ur* less we secure it in time Georgia will follow in the wake of Virgin in-
