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About Weekly Gwinnett herald. (Lawrenceville, Ga.) 1871-1885 | View Entire Issue (March 21, 1883)
! Th* J , y SETT HE RA LL> KVKRir WKnNKSDAV BT I nputs ABOWLES. . K -' T ' ;S: „ ill .50 in ad vance. Houy 12 Ito ' ■’ *75 in advance. 1 H)[>y *> m |*’’ .50 in advance. WJlZ& f^Evarybodj few*”*’ l0 ** ! '"" ■ llff I 1 " 1 * th j. „of all, I thought, ! offer laughing eyc. i “ cb - j ■ i e ttin£ him die ! I cried aghast fc;’,irSc«,lK J i a. Ivv»s a thfng for the birds tohcar ■hj, don't you know, the little maid Hi hr fliiting beautiful elf; wr cull it letting the old ext die, Hvbcn the •»' D B 310 P 3 ail of ltß * ‘ ? ■en ,winring and swinging and look itM ine back . the merriest look in her eye, ■ bade me good day and 1 left her alone H fettiug the old cat die. ■ misceixany. MORTGAGE. Kirs. Deane pat the finishing Bjc'u'h to her tempting little sup K table (set for three), tucked around her neck, ■d lifted her into her high chair, I tin stepped to the wide cool door te watch for her husband. came in sight ere long, walk wearily and slowly, as if the ft gummsr picture of mountains ft; green fields gleamed upon ft g too sad to drink in their beau significance. A man cer- not old in venrr, hut with of care about his temples, 'ft ji |-,filial droop to tlra mobile <^K b it:ve mouth, which showed a anxiety-a constant, dai with fate. His wife down the grassy garden and took his hand in hers. are over-tired, Jerry. I a nice supper for you, and is full of :unning little to night. Cheer up, dear. ’ ‘Hie looked down with a so.row • and put his arm around and diacouraged. I have iiHn to Cyrus euce more, but—” '‘■l b voice broke, end Louie dapsd his hand more firmly, and ift raised it to her lips. mind telling me, 'my Ift 1 can guess it. He is de - to foreclose the mort- HHe r : «Hbe walked silently up and the path with him, By own brother L >uie! It does Ru as if he mightgive us an chance, but you 1 now haw H 8 ehout money. Since ho mar that second wife of hie be harder than ever. Honest - ft-no man oou d ever say fW 'jnw wronged him of a cent, ift-wartothe knife to get his I Hey entere 1 the kitchen, vhera Ift w “ 3 heating a dram solo on I n plute, and casting eager I at th* plate of fraih gin “Papt a baby," said ;,n d bent dowa to kiss her. ‘▼ily as he took his ■ w ->le a tear stole down his !#,ln to make my papa ft saiJ * 'ssy, doubling up her sist ’ “! I jes' kill him !” M 4 y ea r old tot had gathered tji iJ from h «r parent’s daily fft* r;jlt,on to knew that they suae trouble connected *• wan whom sue reuaetn to have seen a f,w tlavu be ft* J heir house. y/ e had talk ft,'- v aml f «t, and the men left uii the waxen ift ° th ‘ fc infant soul would ■ U,Vl ® an angel weep. ter musn’t talk so. She Weekly Gwinnett Herald. m- j .v & ■ TYLKIi M. PKKIM.ES,) Kditob and Propki ktor. ( should be a’gentle little girl!” and Louie stroked the little fist till it slowly uncurled. “Martin Boat told mo today that Cyrue had just bought anoth ©«• yoke of oxen, and a S2OO bug gy! ’ said Jerry, bitterly, as he took a forced swallow of tea. ‘•Well" said his wife, ‘it can’t be helped dear. But don’t let us 1 cherieh hatred, or say anything 1 we may be sorry for. I know it is hard!" and her lips quivered, as she looked around the neat, homelike kitchen, and glanc'd be yend it to the vine wreathed win dow of the bedroom where her baby’s eyes ha 1 first opened to the light. “You know different people have different, make ups. 1 ’ A great sob rose in her throat — she gave ene leok at Cissy—strug gled to restrain her feelings, but the flood tide of grief must hftvs i way, and, rushing to Jerry, she clasped her arms about his neck and burst into tears, just as a shadow fell across the door way aud a visitor entered, In the morning sunshine, in the corner of a flourishing field near a thrifty looking white frame house Burreuudad by substantial out buildings, a man with a bushy, red beard and small, weasel like, gray eyes, wa r boemg corn. Hs was so busy that he neither saw ni r heard the approach cf foot steps to the fence. “ 'yrus Deane, do you know that you are a-sendin’ your own soul right stret to perditian ?’’ He looked up, startled. A tall, gaunt female was peering at him from a pair of glistening specta cles—a woman in a rusty black dress and a straw “shaker” trim med with a bombazine cape and a single bow of black ribbon. It was Miss JL.hala Truffett. She was that universal village ebarne ter of whom the we ik and vicious so justly stand in aw* —a woman who speaks her mind—and a very startling way she had of doing it. Being possessed of considerable property and social position, she was allowed t » exercise her privi lege to her heart’s content. A tongue like forked lightning, when occasion required, hut a heart o’erflowing with love for th* strug gling and suffering. Cyrus Doane shifted his hoe nneasy. “I don’t see heow you make it eout that I'm a-goin’ any faster’n other folks. I hain’t done nothin to disoble*ge you thet I know of!" ‘You know what I mean. I wav up at Jerry’s la3t night.’ She gave him another steady look from those Rhadnmanthus like glasses. His gaze fell before hers. ‘I haint pizaneJ none o’ Ker ry’s critters, nor set his barn afire, h«v I f ‘You ve pizened Lis peace o’ mind You've worn him out with worry, till he's a walkin’ ghost. I set great star* by Louisy, Ann, I do, aud when I see her & gitt’n tint fit o’ high stericks last night, all along o’ yonr hardness and scrinch in meaniness, /came as nigh bilin’ over as ever I did in my life ! Your owu brother, Cyrus Dean ! Tho little, curly headed chap that, like enough, slept on the same pij low with you mauy a night. What weuld your mother ha’ thought, es shod ha’knowed h*ow different you’d turn out V Cyrus Doan drew down his bushy eyebrows, and gave an energetic kick to a small boulder. ‘Jeny'i had ez good a chance to git along ez me. We started even It’s his leokont ! He hain’t. no hand to manage —never was—nev er could git fore handed in his born days.’ ‘The more reason why you ought to be merciful. He hain’t bed ez good a chance ez you. Tho year that your barns was groanin’ an’ rnnnin’ over, his wheat got *he weevil, an his corn ketched the mildew. Ilia cattle died, and his tools w O3 stole. He laid sick with Lawrenceville, 3a. Wednesday, March 21, 1883. ;Yol. XIII.—No. 1- rheumatic fever, and bed a doc- j tors bill of SOO to pay. Do you cal! that ez good a chance ez yours? Louisy Ann works a 3 hard ez any woman—cookin’ an’ cleanin' an’ grnbbin’—an’ neve*- had the first! scrape o hired help, ’copt far elev days when Si3sy was a baby— an’ sho never gits a ride in a bran new buggy nutlier!' casting a keen glance toward the wagon shod. Cyrus rooppod his beaded brow with a red cotton handkerchief. ‘I hain’t been as harf as hard on J him oz some folks would ha’ boon. I’ve gin him time, and gin him ; time, till niv patience is clean tuckered eout. au' he keeps a fall— , in’ babiud instid of gittin’ forrard. He’s younger’n I be, he kin go West!' Miss Mahalla took off uer ‘sha ker,’ aud shook out th# cape, etraightened out the bow, and set it on her head again, theu said, in slow, measuted tones : ‘May th# Lord hev mercy on your sou l , Cyrus Doan! Es He measurereJ it eout, to you ez you do to other folks, you'd hcv pre ciono little to bo thankful for ?’ Sho walsed slowly dewn die road, and Cyrus went on with his hoeing. Ho didn't eon'i ler him self a hard man. Honest outward ly, he was, as Jerry had said, but ‘war to the knife to got his own.’ In two short weeks he could fore close tho mortgage, and Jerry’s lit tie place would belli# own. Wo lid he do it l Mi 33 Mahala’s words were vsrjuice to hi 3 conscience— for a brief minute nobler fealings stroye with his greed of gain, then dashing down the hoe : ‘No! .Jerry’s got to look eout for himself. Ha’s a grown man— not a baby ! Why earn’t thet eid vinegar face mind- her ova busi ness V In the afternoon ha drove to tho next town ia Ida new buggy. A little flossy haired girl ran out from a nook in the woods, and cried : ‘Man—man—take me a little rids, do, please.’ Ka reined cp the horse and help ed ihe little creature in. Cyrus Daau had one soft spot in his heart—it was for little tiny chil dren. No prattling lips had ever called him ‘father.’ lt would have been better for those he had to deal with had it been otherwise. ‘And whose little gal be yon, pray, out here in the woods alone?’ he asked. ‘l’m Sissy Dean, mamma lets me go to the big rock by my»elf, ’causa I know the way,’ She looked up and gave a little howl, ‘Let mo out! Ob, let me out! - u’ie a bad, dreadful man ! You're the man that made my papa cry !’ She scrambled down, and shah ing her tiny fist at the buggy, stamped her foot and ran away. A bitter look came Cyras Dean’s face. ‘My own brother’s youngster —an’ I never would ha' J-nowid h< r cf she haden’t icld me her name. She 11 hate me too, like as not !’ He whipped up his horse and drove on rapidly, Fat* seemed determined to thurst the mortgage business in his face at every turn. He had two weeks before him.— He could change his mind when ever he chose Sould lie dj it ? Cyrus Dean end his wife were eating their early breakfast next morning, when Miss Mahala pave a sh >rt knock at t'm kitchen door, theu. according to the prevailing custom, opened it and walked in. With a ralber grim ‘good morn ing’ to Cyrus, and a stifiish nod to Mrs Dean Number Two, who hand ed her a chair, she proceeded at once to tho business that had brought her there. ‘H«ow much 'ill you give fer that big blackberry lot o' mine, Cy rus Doan, south cf Anthony Woods place V Cyra3 looked surprised. ‘Why, * what be vou wauiiu’ to sell that blackb’ry lot fer ?’ ‘That's jest the i lontikal quesl I tion. Sposin’ I dew want to sol j it, what will I sell it for? In oth er words, what ill you buy it for?’ Cyius Dean’s iittlo gray eves twinkled. His vulpine 'instincts ecented a bargain. *H# hummed and hawe 1 : ‘Waal—now—com* to think on’t th’ ain’t, much good in a b'aekb’ry lot Yoa evrn’t keep the pesky boys off of it fa eavo ye*’ life !’ . ‘Ef you eoul Ju t scare ’em off, I don’t know who coaid,’ said Miss Mahala with a snap. ‘ll3* splendid laud. You could plow 'em under and raise ’most anythin’ ©u it. I hain t had much time to bother with it, lately, so it’s laid there, and laid there. Thur’i cn* or two ben nskin’ me ’bout tt.‘ “Y.ms—yaas!’ said Cyrus and hitched in his chair, Miss Mahala sat silent. She fell sure of her man. Cyrus pushed away his plate aud moved bayk from the table. His wife ’vegan to clear off the dishes. “Sposin’ you str rck v a party . that wanted it, heow much ’ud you take fer it, did you say?’ ‘I didn’t say. 1 asked how much you’d give ma for it,’ Cyrus reached out his horny ban I and pulled a splinter from t’ue bruoiu that hung near. “Wail—now!’ picking his teath, ‘tftiu’t likely any buddy ’ud give you more’n a hundred dollars fer it. Would you sell for that?’ ‘Of coursn not, said Miss Maha la, promptly, ‘it\s worth jest double—every cent'of it.’ ‘Thun—’began Cj rus, aud bis brows. ‘lt will be a building lot some day. when tho vdWgG' grows. Then whoever owned it could git SSOO fer it, »asy,’ said .Ji*3 Maha , lx ‘Why don’t yon hold on tew it, then? asked Cyras quickly. ‘Because I’d rut her sell it now,’ and Miss Mahala snapped tho clasp of her old fashioned reticulo hanging ou her arm. ‘I couldn’t give S2OO fer it, no way at all. Would you take SLSO? •Call it sl7o aud it’s a bargain. John Haley ud jump at it cf he could g-'t it at. that price.’ Cyrus threw down the broom splinter and reached for another. ‘Remember in a few years you may git soi*o fer'it!’ •I mowght—and then agin I moughtent,’ said Cyrus, then, snd dcnly slapping his knee, ‘Wall— call if a trade at $175! Do you want it all to day, cash down?’ ‘I don’t want; any cash at all. 11l give you a deed o the lot and j $125 in cash beside, es you’ll trade mo—“ Tho conclusion of her sentence effect of an electric shock on her auditor. ‘Thun yon don‘t mem it! What ia kingdom be you a thinkin 1 of. to take holeo‘seeha r«sky piece o‘ proputy ez that? 1 ‘I hain‘fc afeard o‘ the rest, said Miss Mahala, drawing forth a roll es greenbacks from her reti cule. The bargain was made. They went to the Squire’s to have a deed made out. and, as Misjj Mahala‘3 stiff, straight figure disappeared down the road, a crafty smile crept over Cyrus Doan's face, and he 1 slowly ejaculated : ‘ Of—all —the—tarnal —fools on the face of the aiith —the tar nalest is a woman—w Len she sets eout to tranzact bizness !’ A few hours later Miss Mahale stepped softly across the thres hold of Jerry Dean’s home. ‘I hain’t forgot that this is Sis sy’s birthday. I’ve fetched her a little present,’ setting a plate on the tablo. ‘Tain’t much ♦.» brag of, only a loaf o’ lection coke, hut Timothy Meadowses wife (she was ‘Liza Bivun) used to ‘low that I was tne beatenest hand at ’lection ! cake that she ever saw I dou't say it to boast. Go on with your dinner. Iv et mine.’ She g-ivj Sissy a loving Imp, and helped lierHeif to a chair, receding Mrs Deans thunks with a ‘She, tain‘t nothin* to speak of—only I thought l‘d jest like to celebrate. Sissy's a pertieler pet 0‘ mine, you kuox‘ After a pause s io continued : ‘By the way, Louisy Ann, you’d bettor put on another plattc..-. It‘e beu on that one so long it‘s all got sweated down.’ As Mrs Dean lifted it she discov •red a folded paper underneath. ‘iVhat's this?* *ue exclaimed insur price. ‘•/cstopen it an* so#,‘ said Mis 8 Mahala. ‘Didn't I tell y«u I wimt ed to celebrato ?‘ and the rhada mautlius glasses graw suspicious ly cloudy. ‘Jerry 1 Oh Jerry ! It‘« the mortgage. Hew ever Jidyon get hold of it, Misj Mahala ?‘ ‘That's my uff.iir said Miss Maha la. ‘The only difference is that you kin pay it to me insleid o‘ Cy rus—au‘ yuu kin take your owu time to it, Jerry. I know what kind o* stuff L Miisy Aim's made of, She'd work herself to a shad der to git it paid off, es I‘d let her. But I toll you. ouco for all, I don't caMute tew.‘ Yours later, when, in the inoxor ablo retribution of events, Cyrus Dcat, by a peculiar succession of calamities, was rendered a hocne lc*3 and mined man, it was his brothers roof that sheltered him and his—it was hie brothers hand that bestowed the wherewithal to start anew—it was His brothers hope and courage that warded off d'spair. mid saved him from H sni cidal grave. More than this—it l was his brother# voice that turned him, late though it was, from the paths of greed—his brothers iuflu ence that sowed in the long neg lected garden of hi* eoul the see is that make for loving kindness, peace and good will to meu. Ho lives to day—a childless man still —but every youngster in the vil j Inga calls him “Uncle Cyres,“ and no man or woman in ufraid io seek a favor at his hands. TJX ON TOBACCO AND Cl GARS The following is tbs full text of that portion of thedanff bill io lating to the tux on tobacco and cigars • ‘Sect’on 4. lliat on and after Mav 1, 1888, tho internal taxes on snuff, smoking and mnuufuctuied tobacco shall be eight cents per pound ; and on cigars which shall be manufactured and sold, or re moved for consumption or sale on and after the Ist day of May, 1883 t! ere shall be assessed and col lected the following taxes, to bo paid by the manufacturer thereof: ‘On cigars «f „all inado of lo’cacco or any substitute thereof, $3 per 1,000; on cigar etts weighing more than three pounds per 1,000, $3 per 1,000; provided, that on all original and unbroken factory packages of smoking and manufactured tobac co, and snuff, cigare, cheroots and cigaretts, held by manuacturers or dealers at the time such reduc tioa shall go into tflect, upon which the tax has been paid, there shall ho allowed a drawback or rehat- of the full amount of re duction, hut the same shall not ap ply in any case where the claim (is less than*slo and) has not been (ascertainedor) presented within s xty days following the date of the reduction ; and such rebate to manufacturers may bo paid in stamps at the reduced rate. And no cl urn shall be allowed or draw back paid for less amount than $lO. It shall be the duty of the Cor. missioner of internal Revenue with the approval of the Secretary of the Treat ury, to adopt such rules aud regulatiens and to pre scribe and furnish such blanks and forms as may be necessary to carry this section into effect. A man never knows wlmt genu ine poverty is until he hastoshai* with soft soap. / i prine. 1 HOW, TH b, Yrn Y lUN /’ I AN O J.V NT W OliL K. ! NS. ‘I was o sing mound thestreof j last nigln, said Jim Neleon, one of the oldeet loco motive engineers running into New Orleans, ‘and as I had nothing to do I dropped into a concert and heard a siu k luoking Frenchman play a piano in a way that mane me feel all over in spots. As soon ns lie sat down oif the sioel I knew by the way he handled himself that he ua derstood the mac hine he was run ning. Hs tupped the keys away up one end, juat as if they were gauges and lie wanted to see if ho had water enough. Then he looked up, as if he wanted to know howdnuch steam he was car r )' n o and Lha next moment he pulled open the throttle aud sail e< out on the main line, us if he was a half an hour late. ‘You could hc.tr her thumb r over culverts Red and getting faster and faster, until the follow ro.'ktd about in his scat like a cradle. Som»liow I thought it was old‘B6’ pulling a passenger, and getting out of the way of a ‘special. The follow work ed th*< keyß on the ini tile division I ke lightning, and then he flew along the n >rth end of the line un til t.h« drivers went ar mud like a buzz saw, and I got excited. About the timo I was fixing to tell him to cut her off a little, Id kicked Hie dampers under (ho ma chine wide open, pulled the throt tie aw iy back in the tender, and, Jerusalem, Jumpers! how ha did run. 1 couldn’t stand it any lon ger, and yelled to him that eh# ■ A.ia ‘pounding’ on the left side. , and if he wasn't car ful he‘d drop , his ash pan. ‘Bui he didn't boar. No one heard uie, Everything was flying i and whizzing. Telegraph poles i on the side of the track looked I like a row of cornstalks, tho trees appeared to be a mud bank, and * all tho time the exhaust of the old • machine sounded like tho hum of f n bumble lies. I tried to yell out lie went around cui ves like a bul let, slipped an eccentric, blew out his soft plug, went dewn grades fifty feet to the mile, and not n confounded brake set. She went by the meeting point at a mile and a half a luiuate, und calling foj more sltiu. I knew the game was np. ‘Sure enough, dead ahead of us was the headlight of tho ‘special.’ /naduzel heard the crash as they stiuck, and I saw cars shiver ed into atoms, people mashed and mangled and bleeding, and gasp ing for water. I heard another crash as the French profossoi struck the deep keys away down on the lower end of the southern division, and then I came to my senses. There he was at a dead standstill, with the door of the fire box of the machine open, wip ing the perspiration oft’ his fioe, and bowing at the people before him. If I live to ho a thousand years old I*ll never forget tho ride that Frenchman gave mo on a pi uno.“ HOW HE SHOT THE DOG. You nre charged, Uncle Primns, with firing off a gun and kiliingMr Brows large Newfoundland dog.— Are ycu guilty or not ? The old man looked up over his spectacles, turned partly around to the largo audience and said in a very effective way, I nre not gnil ty. Well, then, continued the court, let us hear what you have to say for yourself ? Hit's jis dis way, 'er bonah. I h‘longs to er kullurd militery com p‘ny hyeer in dis town, an on las SaPday night l went to drill at de arinury, an when I started home, i'ist a* I wuz gwiue pas* Mister Jrows house his big oledog jump j ed fain de fence, an jiz ter skeer : de brute, I cocked n>y rifle, think j in dat weuld dribe him back. But, 1 lor’blcvs your s«ul, boss! some mischeevus nigger stuck a catidg in dat ar gun up at de armury on beknowins ty* me, an de conse quence wuz. de dog got shot.’ Then, of course, your plea is t hat you,abut the dog in seif de sense:? No, *ir; ver honab. I neber loud dat I shot him in cle self defense. TAen what did you say ? I said I shot him in de side wen by run through da fence. Uncle Prnau-i to as not fined. Expounders—retired preachers \ and reformed pugillist —AS— Jn Advt rlitivy Jl/c/Vt r/i The lIKRALD in vnn/Volnl by rrum/ll Ot ilxof rtt HXIVt circuit’lJl n t'btl nmttrktibltj loir rule*. Lutnugf rnin should Tt member thin. BLANKS! BLANKS! EL/M*S (AM. KINDS NIfATI.V rRTNTKP) FOR SAL E AT T 11 E | IIFHA fjl> JOH OWU F. A BURIED TO H\V. On the right hark of the Flint, river, sixteen miles east of Ameri cas. Oaphiir L E Spivey has a f< - j tile and valuable plantation of 61) ; »( res. ’ Standing cn theriver nlntf j and looking at, tha level expanse of i the farm, now in a high state cf I cultivation ono w» lilil not realizo that in liras© fields lay the fotinda ! tion of one of Georgia’* •‘bttri'* I i towns." As you strull nleng tho bluff or th rough tho fields, yon see n© sign of tho town of i)m --vi lie, that grew and 11 wished there forty <>t fifty years ago. Sometime ir. the twenties a fvw hardy pioneers pushed across lb river and set leu, and as immigra tioa came in Danville became the little metropolis of the . new settlo ment. It hud a city government, a court ground, n Methodist elinrdi, many business houses, including i ! hotel, or “tatern,"a few dry goods ! stores, and several family gr >oer - I ie*, with a full c > npla un it of dram shops, and last, but bv n > meuns least, a cockpit and u raeo course. Among Hie many dung business there from 1810 to 1810 wore Bond & Shi flu id, William Sims, Martin Miller, William Rorx uldson S tiro, Fincher, Ttuut & Cowart Willing Mann. S S itocno Hubert Bo«t wick. Benton By id ! was the leading luminary of the lega! profession, and San London the principal bo liface. The rsi dent population at ono time no n bered 000, aud a Masonic hall an l one or two stores were of brick. Danville in her palmy days w; 8 an intense Whig stronghold. It wan nut safe for a suffrage s inger to attempt to vote ti e Democratic ticket, and when ti e dirizi ns of Ponltown invaded the “city" m force, \v‘th their Dmr crutio doc trines, ./ wns not lot g before lira fur began to fly. Doi era j r >e]n m od their liquids as “good Whig W i*ky>nd to Democrat dand say it wasn't. But it was en the days sot aside for tho snorts of tho cock pit and race trade that Danville appeale I in her glory, and those (tffys were frequent. Enough chickens have been killed in combat with their “heels" in and around Dan villa to fer'ilize a considerable portion of Oapt Spivey b plantutien, and au old resident assured ine, in a tone of regret, that the race track was the host that had over been in the State. (Fhenever a horse d« veloped “heels" enough to wear the ribbon, the whole population thought it theii boimdon duty to fiud a horse that could boa* him, and eporting men from Col umbus, Macon and Hnwkinsville frequently patronized Danville. Oh, the lively rare* they did have! and the bloody mains their pit ex lubifed! the whisky that w»3 gulp ed and the bloody nosos that, lin < 1 to be dressed ! Au old friend tells me that he has seen on an ordina Saturday evening, 200 saddle hors es hitched to the racks of Dmvilio while their riders sipi ed their tod dies or watched tho belligoionfc roost ere. A steamboat called “The Mag nolia," was made and launched at Danville in 1840, by James Butts & Go., 110', only made one trip, having been sold to pur its who plied her lower down. The Southwestern railroad com ingTo OgleHiorpe in 1850 sounded tbe deathVnell to Danville. Her warehouse was shut up, her trade fell off, ber people b gnn to leave store after s‘or© was closed and left to rot down aud to d iy, w th the excop*i»n that the spot wh i« once were her st eets, her forums, her churches and htr homes, is now a prolific farm, sl.eis otiJv a memory, and, tike and An tioch, th© wolf and ihe owl howl and hoot amid her ruins.— J. in Tel. it Menstnytr. The American jury system iR again awakening discussion in the I magazines. The system is full of faults and should be greatly amen ded or entirely abolished. The jury system has a way of Iri g ing unlettered men to the 8 irtaoe. If there be a m n in the eominui i ty who is unable to read the jury will find him. If ignorance is Mils, th© juryman is happy. AU he wants is to sit or. a bench, lis ton to the polite addresses of men who wou d not recognize him on tha street, ip_d be marched around town and fed. The |refe«4onl juryman isthe man to exterminate His life is devoted te the acquisi tion of couuty scrip. YVLf n com petent men are shunning the jury lmntei, he is throwing himself in the ay. He pretends to beu f r mer 'out he isn't anv tiling -.!/•- kitnsaw Trailer.
