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About Weekly Gwinnett herald. (Lawrenceville, Ga.) 1871-1885 | View Entire Issue (March 28, 1883)
In* ~ If SETT HERALD I \T 1 11 „ w«o»«*dat bt "Sple*jl bowl “; *opy 12 a *°' ■’ .75 in advauce. copy m 50 in advance. 3 tnoß-* '*Enough for Everybody 0 A fuimshooim*' , ( irrnd nil ellensl Heart. “ "mt 1o«.S li“ c " f luna ° r irc.oraumyl |rPtt l that il .Oil'!? blkw apa't Riitcil unrc*lrame *— •' 1 " 1 , 0 (i l( m when tiny Winch ••om« u ‘ m 1,.,.,, njiicen At *k:{T- tlvt *ailc«l" together. - *“ - weather. . , » ( ,oWti sain'* it'lniO stream might lx» rifle ,i asunder, each fr«« «e > - , „ floating the tide they reach .n iel|(l ,orfhtre..<l.'lte prorate goal. bc poihlt n plory oHhc aea. MISCKI I.A.NY he DEAR, dead face. aN mciDEHT OF THE WAR. The war I refer to was not on* F those which we have lately had pc, onr own hands, but that hichafe*y«»ra ago raged so i„- so fiercely between the orthem and Southern States of meric*. It was my fortune to ■ r ,.on ike Radical staff ™th a H;,nion of the Northern army dn- ■ lg ,n«»at of that terrblo strug- t E; and it is needless to say that in y personal incidents came un r ,„y notice, which will never K™ara my memory. Not one of em, however, made so painful ■ impression upon'me as that Hiich I am about to descri io. I Toward neon on the day after He of the lieicest fights of all the H r , & young soldier was brought the badtlefiold, .There, by ■me mischance, he had been over H, £B ,l r.r.d abandoned, while com of his- far Ws grievously ■mndid than he; had been shelter Hand tended before nightfai 1 . poor fellow had iain al- night Hi during the long, hours H the morning, amid heaps of both men and horses, suffer He from the loss of an arm, and Birr wounds. An array surgeon Hiot/nuu'e, 1 nun prone to sentiment or to feminine at the sight of physical Hffering, and I "in not conscious weakness that makes me an exception in this particular. There however, in this youths tx— of countenance something c> h struck ina irresistibly, and the strong glance of bis large |Bght eye fixel my attention and ■ a slender youth, tail, yet made, with a head which, as novelist prase it, would ecstasy to the soul of the and every fevturo mold- true type of manly beau ■ A sing’s glance gave nee this outline of of rnv patient I had time to ascertain the Iwe or extent as h : s injuries very brief examina'ion soor [mo that the iifo which fol ks had Leon ebbing so painful | 'ay was well nigh spent; and pust hare rea 1 the awful truth by face, for ho whispered to 1 faintly and sadly, as I rese: p there, then, no hope? .«• c. there was no ho pe ! but I speech to tell him so. for was rising into my and choking me, and a hi nay eyes was blinding au d tlje only reply I could was a shake cf my head. Wave spirit which ha 1 nerved jV ttrongh the fight had kept §| n P till now, bat now, when fß'i..;./ial4ni , h had bri.ken upsn passed over his paliu of inmgled disappoint B ftn;l resignation rlrch it. bey on' expression to I lost no time in giving |B* U '“ surgical nid as his dts condition called f*r and his W R g strength could bear. I dene so when an uncx ’B 61 - 'uicc addressed him ; Weekly Gwinnett Herald, TYLKK M. PEEPLES. ) Editor and Proprietor. f ‘•ify own dear boy! my brave he roic bov !’ The tone was one of cheery en ceuragement, yet feebly disgnis ing the woe of a breaking heart; for it war his mother's voice that spoke, and her lips that kissed his fevered brow. Gently bhe turned back his (Tisorded and bloodstained locks, dissembling with evident effort the mother’s anguish, lost she should add another sorrow to the pangs '<f his dying hour. ‘My mother !' he cried, with al most frantic delight. ‘ls it you. rae her? How came you here? Is it you, or am I dreaming? and as he spoke he threw his only remain ing ana around her neck and kigs ed her with all the rapture of a child. ‘Thank God!' lie continued • in snatches, as his failing strength allowed him ; ‘thank God for this blessed joy—that I see vonr face once more, my mother. All last night, as I lay amid the dreadful sights aronud me, 1 prayed one prayer in all my pain, and only one. 'I prayed that I might look once more upon your face, my sweetest mother—once more hear your voice. I seemed to pray in vain, yet still I prayed.’ ‘My poor, poor boy,’ she said a curse upon the hand that has brought you to this!’ and her tears at length broke from her ccn trol. To the amazement of all, there appeared t,o be so nothing in this exclamation of his mother that stimulated the dying youth to a final effort of speech and motion He half raised himself from his bed and with that an iccountable ener gy which sometimes marks the closing moments ofdifa he said : “No, no; don’t say that! Dra t say accursed. You know not the words you are speaking. “Oh!” .lie cried, after a moment’s pause, ‘how shall I tell her the horiibk tale? How can I smite her down with sacli a blow, at such an hour? and he fell back exhausted upon his pillow. Tiia effort had been too much for him, and for some moments we doubted if tbo spirit had not flacl. * It was only a pass ing weakness, however, and bes re long he rallied again Again li spoke, but with a kind of dreamy half consc’ousnoss —at one mo ment gazing into his mother’s eyes at another seemingly forgetful of liar presence. ‘Truly it was a bloody fight, ’ he said. ‘I Lave been in several hard fought fights before, but they wen all children’s paanlime compared to that of yesterday. No sooner had we come in sight of the eue •my than the ringing voice of the General was hoard: ‘At them my hoys and do your duty!’ ‘What ha pened after that, I know not. Know not, do I t ay? Ob, would it were true that I know not! Begrimed with dust, each man was confronted with h>e own individual foe, and if there he fighting among fiends, then surely did our fighting resemble theirs. I was myself wounded when a fair haired man bore down upon me from the opposite lino—if line it could then be called—and I re ceived his headlong onset with a terrific bayonet thrust, and as he fell I thought of Cain, and of the deed which has made the name of Cain a malediction forever. I know not why, but I felt myself •compelled to halt in the midst of the melee to Hioel beside that fair haired man and look at him. I t uned him over and looked upon his face. Ah! mother, it was—it was—it was nay brother’s face, and mj own arm had slain him! The scene at that momsnt it would not be easy (©describe. In an instant tho weeping mothers tears were dry, and l.er face be came passionless as marble. My own emotion, which I have already acknowledged, I took no pains to Lawrenceville, sa. Wednesday, March 28, 1883, conceal. Rough, hard favored soldiers standing by lisone l with bated breath to this mare than tragic narrative, while big tear drops welled from their eyes un checked and undisguised. ‘Yes,’ he continue 1, soliloquiz ing, ‘my own arm slain him. Dear, darling brother Fred! I laid my face upon his, and it was cold— that face iu our boyhood seemed but the mirror of my own ; over near mo—at home, at school, at most, at play—which laughed when 1 was glad ami wept when I was sorrowful. Oh, would we | both had died in those fresh bright ! days of innocence! I kissod his ! pallid lips; I looked into his eyee; but in them no responsive glance. He was de ul I had slain him! The very thought that was a burn ing madness in my brain. I. heed ed not the can age around me. I thought not of my own wound. I knew not when my arm was gone Oh, the arm that had done such a deed deserved to perish. Forgive me, Omy brot ler! How gladly would I give my life tobiing thine back again! Stay friends; do not shut out tho blessed light. Let in tha light. I cannot see my mother. Fred, sweet biothor, put up your sword, and lot us play with flowers once more upon this pleasant grass.’ And so he pas- ed away—to join his hr ither, let ns hope, iu a land where’blooma the flowers that nev er fade, where strifes and wars aro unknown aDd where the mysteries and misunderstandings of our present state are dispelled bj the light that ’never dies. *W Reference for chiUlels mothers grief, as well as the many voiced "all of duty, prevented my making at that moment the* inquiries which erowde my mind, both as to the history of his strangely s >r row smitten fVmiiy and the mean* bv which the poor mother had room to know her son’s condition and wheteabouts. I have often sin e tried to trace her, bat the search has always be#n fruitless. They certainly belonged to the better cV.ss of society, and I think it likewise certain that they were Southerners. The young brother —vrl ich I took him to be—whose sad narrative is here giv?n, had probably resided for some time in tbe North, and, becoming ir rued with the sentiment and opinions which charged the atmosphere iround him, found hituseif event nally in the ranks. In a word, I look upon the whole episode as one of those awful coincidences of fact which are generally thought to take place only in the pages of romance, but which a wide experi ence has taught me to believe are by no means unf.-equent among the unrecorded realities of life. DISPOSING OF WIGGINS. There is but one way to dispose of Wiggins and his weather, and that is to kill him. This was most successfully and effectually done in London, some years ago, in the case of a famous quack almanac maker who used to predict a 1 sorts of portentions things, woatb erwise aud otherwise, for a year to come, A wag wrote, an 1 a leading journal published, this weather quack’s obituary. Hi* death by suicide at bis lodgings was set forth with minute partic ulurs. In vain did the prophet protest through the papers that he vas not dead. The editors pro non iced his “cards' to be forger ies by pretenders who wanted to eucceei to the quack's name and shoes. The people who had be lieved in his i rophecies now be lieved in bis death—and dead he was, as a prophet, from tfiat time forward. This is the way and the only way, to f« re Wiggii ?, Y*n nor and all their tribe. When the newspapers kill them, or at at any rate ignore them, the public will soon follow suit And ii should l>e thoroughly understood that whoever next appears as a weather prophet his obitunfy will immedi ately follow- —Hurlfonl Times. HOW A LITTLE ROY GAIN- El) A PLAGE IS A WORK Ell or. A year or more *go, as the fore man of one of the iron work* of tl i 3 city, says the Detroit Free Press, was crossing the yard one day he espied a little skip of a boy seemingly not over 11 years old, sitting on tho end of a big fy wheel and chewing the eud of bit ter reflection. ‘Who are yen?’ ‘l’m Jack.’ ‘What are you domg bore?’ ‘Resting.’ ‘What do yon want?’ ‘A job.' Those wove tha inquiries and answers. The bey was pale faced and ragged, but in his steel-bluo eyes tho foreman saw game. And too, the idea of a waif like him set ting out to battle the world touch ed a tender cord iuj.be heart of a man who had boys of liisown.and lio set Jack to work- in the yard. No one thought the boy would stay a wook, aud so nq one c,%red to ask where he cams from or who he was. Rathe stuck. Ho was hard-working and faithful, suit as the weeks" went by lie paine 1 friends. One day he walked up t® tho foreman and said: ‘7 want to learn the trade.’ •You? 11a! ha! ha! Why, Jack, you are net big enough to handle a cold-chisel." ‘I can whip any ‘prentice boy in this shop!' was the earnost declare tion. ‘.JuRt bear him! lUliv, any of the lot could turn you wrong side out! When you get big enough to whip the smallest one you came to me for a job.’ At noon that day Jack walked up to the biggest apprentice boy in the shop and said: ‘Come out doors.’ ‘What do you want?’ M’ra going to lick you.’ ‘What for?’ ‘Because I wan t a chance to learn the trade.’ The two went out., and in sight twenty witnesses ljttie Jack won a victory. At owe Vrclock ho touched his. cup to the foreman and said: Tvo licked your higgod ‘pron tioe and want to go to work! Ten minutes later he hud be come a machinist’s apprentice, and if you go in there to-day you will find him with greasy hands, oily face and a head full of busi ness ideas. Jack carries tbe koys tso the drawers whore the steam <rauo-e«, safety valves and other O O 7 -ill trimming* are kept, and he knows the use of every tool, tho workings of every piece of machinery, and there is a c >nstaut cal! for Jack here and Jack there. Before lie is 20 he \vi 1 be a finished raaehin ist, and before lie is 25 he mill be foreman of st>me great shop. He is quiet, earnest, respectful and observing. What he does is well done. What ha is told he never forgets. And Imre in Detroit art linn drols of boys who complain that there is no ehnuce for them, even when they are backed by money and influence. They wait wait and whine and complain, and ’eive it to little waifs like Jack to call up the game in their s ml* and walk boldly into a groat ruanu factoring works and sav: I’m Here—l want a j»b!’ A prominent lawyer of Balti more started on a journey the other day. He bought a paper of a newsboy in a street car while going out Calvert street. D scov ering that the boy had sold him a paper published the day previous he veiled in a severe voice. ‘Hero, you VOung frascafc * you have sold me yesbrd-j’s pup it!’ The boy, who was just stepping off tbe roar platform, flung back the reply ‘Yer a liar and can’t read!’ The conductor sail he smelt snlphtu in the stir for about a rain ute after the boy had left tire car. Johnny and Tommy were play ing out in a strest where they had been forbidden to go, ‘Hello,’ said Johnny, ‘there comeß a spanking team?’ ‘Where ?’ replied Tommy. ‘Right across the street the 7 ft: it’s your melher and mine, and we’d better cut sticks and got out of this,’ which they did, with their mothers after them. The flat young man who paid fifty cents for a secret that would show him how to double his mon ey without risk, was told to double up the biggest bill lm could find, before putting it iri his p >eket. HIS LAST COURT. A CASH OF FATHRU AND DAUOUTSRAP PEALED FROM ARKANSAS TO A HIGH EH TKIUUHAL. Old Judge C lepscn, a jnstics of the peace, was never known to smile. Ho came to Arkansas yerrs ago, before the “carpet buggers'' began their reckless sway, and year altar year, by t!m will'of (lie vo'ers, ho held his place ns magia trnte. The lawyers who practised in his court novor joked with him, because every jus so >n lsnme 1 that tho old man never engaged in levity. Every m-'ruing, no mat ter how b id tho weather might bo. tho old man took his place baton d tho bar which, with his own hands, lie had made, and every evening, just, at a certain time hs closed hi* books and wont homo. No one ever engaged him in private con versation, because lie would talk to uo one. No one ever went to his homo, a little cottage among the trees in tho city's outskirts, bo cinss he never showed a disposi tion to ib ike welcome the visits of those who even lived in the iin mediate vicinity. His office was not given him through the influ ence of “electioneering,” because he novar asked any man for his vote, lie was first elected because having been summoned in a caso of arbitration, he exhibited she ex o-olive side of snail a legal mind that tho people nominated and elected him. He soen gained the name of the ‘hard justice,' and every lawyer iu Arkansas referred to his decisions. His rulings were never rovorse 1 by the higher courts He sh owed no sentiment in doois ion. He stood upon the platform of a law which lie mads a study, no ssan disputed him. Several days ago n womancharg od wit h misdemeanor was arraign ed before bun. ‘Tlie old man (■cuius mere than evor unsteady,' remarked a lawyer as the old man took liis seat. ‘I don’t see kow a man so old can stand tho vexations of a court much longer.’ ‘I am not well to day,’ said tho ./udge turning to the lawyers,‘and any case that you may have you will p>a«o dispatch them to the best, and. let m'e add, quickest of, vour ability.’ Every one saw that the old man was unusually feeble and no one thought of a scheme to prolong a discussion, for all the lavvyors had earned to almost reverence him ‘ls this the woman?’ asked the Judge. "Who is defending tier ?’ ‘I have no defense Your Honor.’ tho woman replied. ‘Xu fact Ido not think that I need any, fur I lm here to confess my guilt. N > man can defend me,’ and she look ud at the magistrate with a curi on* gaze. ‘I have beem arrested m a charge of disturbing tho peace, and I am willing to submit iiv case. lam dying dTconsump tion, Judge, and I know that any ruling made by the law can have i ttle effect on me,’ and she cough ed a hallow, vacant cough, and drew around her au old black shawl that aha wore. The express ion on the face of the magistrate remained unchanged, but hist eye lids dropi ed ami ho did not raise them when the woman continue t : As I say, no man can defend me. I am too near that aw fill approach to pass which we know is everlasl ing death to soal and to bo iy.— Years ago I was a child of bright est promise. I lived with my pa rentsin Kentucky. Way ward and lighthearted, I was the admired of all the gay society kilown in our neighborhood. A man cam* and professed his lovo for me. I don’t aav this, Judge, to excite jour sympathy. I have many and urn, tiy a time been drawn before courts bat I never before spoke of my p*nt life.’ She coughed again and caught a flow of bh od on a 1 and kerchief which aho passed to her lips. ‘I apeak of it now because I know that this is the last court on earth before which I will bo ar raigned. I was fifteen years old when I fell iu love with the man. My father said tie was a bail man, but I lovsd him. lie came again and again, and when mv father aid that he should come no m >: o I ran away and rnairied him. ifv father said I should never came 'o neag in. 1 had always been his pride and had loved him so dearly, but he said that I mustnev er again eonno to his house—my home, th» home of n»v youth and h*ppine«« How I longed to see hhn. How I yearned to put n y head on bis breast. Mv husband b*eame addicted to drink. He abused me. I wrote to my father, asking him to let me come home, |Vol. XIII.—No. 2' but the answer that came was, do not know you !’’ My husband died—yes. cursed Go I and died ! Homeless and wietched, and with my little boy, I went eut into the world My child died and l b w ed down and wspt over a pauper’s gravo. I wrote to my father again but ho answered : “I know nut those who disobey mv command men's. I turned away from that letter hardened, I etnbrs -e l sin I rushed madly into vice. Ispurn s.l ray teachings. I wk* time and tiias again er-rcatod. Now 1 am hero.’ • Several lawyers rushed forward A crimson (ids flowed from her lip*. They loaned her lifeless head back against tho ebair. The old magistrate had net rinsed Ins oyos. “Great God, said a lawyer. “h.> it dead ” The women was Ins daughter. THE FIRST MORMON MAh Rl AGE. The (irst ‘celestial marriage’ ®e cured by stealth, on the banks of tho Missiesipi, near Nauvoo, 111. Joseph Smith ‘sealed’ to James No bio a second wife. Noble's first wife soon died of broken heart, and the second wife went insane and also died. \Y tun Smith mar ried Noble, the l&tter also marriod Smith ton second wife. The lirsl Mrs Smith clung to the prophet until a mob killed him, and t| ien married a Gentile, and at last nc counts was still living at Nauvoo. Iu defiance of polygamy the exam pies of Abrihum, Isaac, Jacob, Mo bus, ,/oshtM, David and Solomon aro cited In corroboration of the ‘Hook of Mormon' wo are pointed to tne burned cities of Paleuvuc and Fxmal, in Central America; to the mounds in the Mississippi valley, and to other well known vestiges of a pre historic race. W lion a(. ood Mormon dios who ‘has lived up to his religion,’ and has a dozen or two wives and fifty or sixty children, he does not bo como a more a age!, like an online ry Christian—ho becomes a gad, with a world of hiu own to reign over. A Mormon wife who oppos os i bo polygamous marriage of her husband goes to hell and is ‘de strayed.' A moimon who obeys the mandates of the church in most respect*, but neglects to ‘go into polygam*' becomes a mere at.gel, who must bo a kind of eelos Inti servant to the go Is and other angels, lbs wife must share the same humiliating fata. The doc trine of ‘blood atonement’ is sirn ply this : If au apostate’s throat is cut, the spilling of his blood upon the ground will .*uve his soul. If ho in left to die a natural death bra « nil wdl go to bed. A great in my apostate souls hire lx>tn saved in Utah. This, in *nb stance, is flio Mormon rrligian.* Ncvar go to bed with cold foot. It is better to sit up an hour, if need be, to warm them, r ather turn to lie uwuko suffering for three hours and then have a vio lent cold for a long Umo as the re suit. Ni-ver eat a;iy article of food simply to save it, as tlia etoioucho cannot well afford to do extra la bor just for the sake of s ,ving a few mills. It is letter to throw such thing* to the swina or the birds. Dyspepsia implies a loss ! r greater than could possibly re suit from the loss of a little food, which ordinarily, might bo kept till the next maul. Never cat in haste, in erase queue* of u want of timo. It is far bottej to lake one half of tho uau nl amount of food (that might be enough even) than to rend or the meal indigestible by imprenoi haste. Y< hat is gained in time is lost in the amount of nou’i«h moot appropriated. It is emphnt ically true in this case that “haste mak«s Waste.” Never imagine that the more you eat the mere you will be oeur islied, for the opposite is often true. We are nourished by what we digest and no„ bv whut ii; taken into the stemaeh. In somr cases Ihe labor of digestion destroys mars strength than tho amount o' ro vishmont will nff >-d. Thet# >• “ore practical starvation from eating too ranch than toe, lit,)*. It is a bud case when a man who never in his life owned an umbra! !», explain* that he took yours from the ruck in the church entry by mistake. Breaching does not assist people of that sort W hat '8 tho boundary which separates a smile from a tear? (r.VO it up. Th* uoee! AS An Advertising Medium The HERALD it Untijuaitd Ay reason of it* extensive eireu/afim and remarkably low rate*. Business men sheruld remember this. BLANKS!BLANKS! BLANKS (ai.». Birds nrati.t Printkd) FORSALE ATTHE // Klt A I. n JOIt OFFICE LETTER FROM NEW YORK. I.ATKST FASHIORADLE ISTELLIOSRCR. New York. March 1783. Every one is now talking about the fashions for the coming sea» sen, although, even in Paris ths Spring styles ars not definitely settled. Lace frill* and roehes, b ack, white and eern will be much worn. The new finises and ruches for the neck nr« very wide and full, nnl are nearly a yard long, so as to form s jn’oot down in front. Vsl onciennss lace i* returning to fa vor for evening wear, tho new Nor mandy patterns being very deli cate and tasteful. Many of the earlier novoltieg in Spring bonnets bare tho most* of the triinm'ng placed upon too crowns, some of wnich are com plelely covered with tiny loops of satin ribbon ; others have tire brim covered with a flat rufllo of cream luce, and the soft crown of dark velvet. Other new bonnets tr ra rued witii upright frills of gather ered lace, bows of nbVon with forked ends and aaany email flaw era look vory aspiring and defiant. The favorite Paris bonnet is tha very close capote. Black lace Iron net* covered wiib many frills of black lace will bo much worn The new color in the way es Easter bon not* is a mixture of red, orange and anabsr shades for ribbons and tufts. A shaded straw of crushed currant and strawberry is a novel ty displayed by milliners. Thorn i* a great amount of fan cy jswalry worn just now, and some is very protty. A short time ago it seemed tho jeweler s art to put as much weight of geld io on# diamond as ho ould man age ; now he is to see how many stones he can eet on au infitesi mal amount of the precious met al Cat head and cat paw orna monl* are in high favor. Tho now wraps, pel#*! bob, sevrfa dolmans and visites are all male bouffant on the top of tho shoul ders. The new printed sateens are very attractive and are to be used this eeaeon in conjunction with *df colored material*. Groat taste and tact are necos.a-ry in combining tho two fabrics. Black gros grain silk is now as popular as ever. Many of the new iy imported costumes are made en tiroly of it. Others are garnished with jot applique bands and orna merits in now and beautiful de signs ; but the majority of them aro half lirodie velvet or Bitin breehe. There is a great deal of discussion abont the different brands of black silk, their wearing qualities, brilliancy, mellowness, purity of dye, pliability, liability to crush or cut, &e„ &c., every la dy and dealer defending a favor- ite brand. It is said that Lord & Taylor, corner 20th etreot and Broadway, have just received from twelve of the host manufacturer* more than one thousand pieces of black silk—a collection embracin'? •very grade and weight, and thus affording buyers an unoaqnalad assortment from which te choose, and they aro offered for leas than such giods have ov<r been sold. Lord tt Taylor send samples of goods to all wh i nr® to lia-o thorn, and every judicious woman who desires to dress woll, can through their mail order depart uieut, know someb ing of their new importations and new fabrics before finishing her Spring Rhop ping. A stylish black silk costume is trimmed with a flounce of crimson and black aatin [striped], frmu drapery of same, and sash giacefnl ly looping back brea Ith, rows of crimson and black ribbon on c r sage, which has tulle rutiles with erioopon dots at ths throat and sleeves. The newest silks in colors are so'id, small pat'oraed brocades iu dark shades with a border of ! ro cadet fliwers, in their natural hues, running up one sd - < f ths material. A moderate quantity f new brocaded, piaided or checked silk converts an old msrveiileiu satin into a hvndnsmo Spring cos tunis. 1 will ksop my wits'an l pencils sharpened j n mj tour among Importers for a future dis qnisitioa upon Spring styles Faxsv. A New York lovsr stabbed a girl because she rejected him. This should warn all tho girls that the safest way to reject ain an is to leave town and seud him a postal card. It is said t hat kissing cures frock les, and an exchange remark* tint every red heided girl in the iouu try knows belter.
