About The Newnan herald. (Newnan, Ga.) 1865-1887 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 4, 1884)
The News an Herald! PUBLISHED FVEK V TUESDAY. A. B. CATES, Editor and Publisher. TF.K5IH OF SUBSCRIPTION: One oopy one year, In advance ... If not paid in advance, the terms are $2.00 a year. A Club, of six allowed an extra copy. KJftv-two numberscomplete the volume. WOOTTEN * CATES, Proprietors. j WISDOM, JUSTICE AND MODERATION. TERVS 50 per per year la Advance. VOLUME XX. NEWNAN, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 4,18S4. NUMBER 3. Thu Newnan Herald, PUBLISHED EYEB? TUESDAY. UTH OF ABVKET18I On© inch one year, $10; a column on© year, »M0; less time than three months, $1.00 per inch for first insertion, and 50 ants additional for each subsequent in- - Notices in local column, ton cents per line for each insertion. Liberal arrange ments will be made with those advertis ing by the quarter or year. All'transient advertisements must be paid for when handed in. Announcing candidates, Ac., $iM0 strictly in advance. Address all communications to A. B. CATES, Newnan, Ga. ARNALL BROS Is the place to find the prettiest and largest line of DSY GOODS, FANCT 800DS, NOTIONS, HOSIERY, Clothing, Hats and Shoes* ALSO A COMPLETE STOCK OF" Family Groceries, THEY ALSO SUPPLY FARMERS AXI) G1XNERS WITH BAGGING AND TIES. Having watched for our chance and been very careful in the pur chase of our stock, wo have BOUGHT CHEAPER THAN EVER BEFORE, thus being enabled to offer .Bargains in all Kinds of Goods. A vNit to our store, an examination of our goods and an inquiry of our prices is all that is necessary to convince you that ours is THE GREAT BARGAIN STORE ! ARNALL BRO’S, Newnan, Ga. Uur lives are albums, written through With good or ID, with false or true. W. B. OUR L). P. WOOD ROOF. G. M. SHARP. 1884 vs 1873-4 and 5. I liiitl i>. 1*. AVoodroof find they sire associated \v J. M. Sharp with mo as salesmen—now ilit the new firm,of W. B. ORR & CO. W lero-ean 1m* found a well assorted stock of staple and fancy Dry Goods, Notions, Boots, Shoes and Hats. C L 6~T*H I N G avc (*!a. til novelties and att ractions that defy competition—come and examine foi yMiirsdf before purchasing elsowhoro. Please come and soo something beautiful in decorated CMitor Sets, lostactie cm Glassier! aefl Crocleiy. We are still ay ents for the CELEBRATED MIT'CHELL WAGONS. T'uinking the public for patronage in the past, the new firm promise to put f e lii ill 'ir nest efforts to please all who may favor them with a call. .1. K. up:N'T .Ir. is with this house anil v.lll be glad to have his friends call on him, Iliut lie mav servo them. ONLY A YEAR AGO. “But you have Known me so short a time—*nly six weeks—how is it possible that you can love me ?” “How is it possible ? Rather ask how is it possible to avoid loving you ? And besides, is it really so incomprehensible, Avis? You have known me just the same length of time, and yet—yet—I have ventur ed to hope that you—that you love me, dear. Oh, Avis, is the sweet hope false ? Have I deceived my self? Or will you, indeed, confirm it by promising to be, some happy day, my wife ?” He would have caught and clasp ed the fair girl in his arras, but she, keeping hint back by a gesture of her little hand, while her great dark eyes were fixed with beseeching earnestness upon his face, answer ed: “It is not what I wish—or even what you wish-that. must be thought of, Mr. Roy, but your mother—your mother, who has been like a moth er to me also, so good, so generous What Would she say ” A voice, tremulous yet stern, in terrupted her—a voice that made them start and turn in some confus. Studebaker Slope Shoulder Spoke. COMPRESS THE BUB, MAK INU TBE MOST SOLID AND SUBSTANTIAL WHEEL POS SIBLE SAVES REFILLING iAND IS STRONG WHERE THE 'SQUARE TENON IS WEAN. THIS KING OF ALL WHEELS CAN ONLY BE FOUND ON THE -WORLD FAMOUS Studebaker Wagon. FOR SALEBY N. O iiIt. I. THOMPS N BROS. Bedroom, Parlor and Dining Room Furniture. Ilia: Stock and Low Prices. PARLOR AND CHURCH ORGANS. WOOD and METALLIC BURIAL CASES. £ar*Orders attended to at any hour day or night. mtW sepiG-fim THOMPSON BROSm Newnan, Ga. DAVID H. DOUGHERTY, THE ONLY WHOLESALE AND RETAIL DRY GOODS HOUSE IN THE STATE THAT SELLS STRICTLY FOR BPOT CASH. We were in the Northern Markets this season just right to attend the big auction sales of Blankets, Flannels, Knit Underwear, Shoes, &c. On these goods ns well as on many other lines we dexy even New York to make as close figures. Everything in the Finest to the Commonest Goods kept by a Dry Goods House can be found in ours. Our mottojs, “Your Guild Can Bt:y as Cheap as Yourself.” . And onr Golden Rule, ‘SHOT OA.SH” euablesns to guarantee a saving of 10 per eent to those who buy of osl CLOAKS A SPECIALTY. MWSeud ns your orders or come in person and we will satisfy you that high prices are out of fashion and that fair dealing helps trade more than fair weather. W and 41 Peachtree street, ATLANTA^ GA. ( “She would say .you are right- in remembering her, Avis, and that she is glad of this proof of your grat itude; for the rest, Roy Living stone’s mother looks farther than her own family circle, and higher than to a poor dependent, however good or fair, when she seeks a bride for her only son and a future mis tress for The Laurels. Leave us, Avis. Ido not blame you, child; forget this folly, it has been no fault of yours. I will speak to you fur ther presently—wait in my room.” “And so,” she went on, turning to her son, when Avis, silently weep ing, had left them —“and so this is the result of your artist folly. You would paint my pretty companion’s picture, forsooth, and while so do ing have stolen her heart and lost your own. I might have looked for this ; I should have been more careful. But do you hope to tolerate such folly? I overheard you ask the girl, just now, to be your wife.” “You did.” The young man an swered gently, but with a resolu tion that was unmistakable. “I love her and will marry her.” “Without my consent ? Without your mother’s blessing? Is this the affection—the duty of my own child ?” He put his arms around her. “I shall never set you at defiance> mother,* and least of all for Avis’ sake. She is too good, too ardently attached to you to do aught that could wound you. But will you not have compassion for us, also, moth er ? We love. Avis has been to you as a daughter always; let it- be nine to make her so, indeed. Where ould you ever find a child so truly '-urs—whose heart and soul you know—whose mind is of your own pure training? I love her with a iove that will not- change. Unless you give me Avis for a wife, I shall not marry.” “Absurd!” Mrs. Livingstone’s eyes flashed scornfully. “When our guests arrive to-day you will find many far superior to Avis. A foundling! It is not her poverty— we are rich enough—but her birth.” “We know nothing of it, and I care nothing. It is herself I love. “Listen, Roy.” The lady’s proud face softened as she laid one white hand on her son’s shoulder, while his»arm stole around her fondly. “You are my only child; all my hopes are bound up in you. Let us not quarrel about this foolish girl. She is dear to me, also. Let us take time to think. Compare the girl with others. Wherrtiur guests are gone, if you are in the same mind, we will see what best for all. Will you promise ?” % “To wait lor your consent until our guests are gone? Yes, I can promise that” “And, meantime, not speak of this to Avis.” “That’s harder, mother. But if you will tell her that you may con sent, I will obey you.” “I will tell her every word that has passed between us,” said Mrs. Livingstone. And she meant to keep her prom ise. But Avis was not waiting for her, as she had expected. The girl had gone to her own room, sending to Mrs. Livingstone a piteous little message of excuse. “Her head ach ed. Might she be allowed to keep in her own chamber?” The ipdy smiled. “I will set her heart- at rest to morrow," she thought “There is no time now." For her expected guests were arriving. And when Roy looked at her in quiringly, as he missed the girl, “She wished to keep her room to night,” she whispered. “All will be well to-morrow” But when to-morrow cauie a sad surprise came with it. Avis had disappeared. “That I may not cause you erief or pain—you who have been to me a true mother—I fly from a temp tation that would prove too strong if I remained. When I am gone your son will 9oon forget me. I pray God that he may—for his sake. But I shall not forget, nor cease to love you. Farewell, dearest friends. For give your little Avis.” This was all; and she had gone— leaving no trace, making no further sign. In vain Roy sousrht for her, even with the help of detectives; having left home and come to the city for that purpose; while his mother, no less anxious ior the safety of the lost girl, made what excuse she could to her assembled guests for his absence. After a month of weary searching he returned, heart sick and discouraged. “No news,” he said, in answer to his mother’s anxious questions; “nor will there ever be. I have lost all hope of finding her.” A year had passed since gentle Avis disappeared, and once more a gay party of merry guests made The Laurels bright and cheerful, foremost among them Rose Bran don, the beauty and heiress, and belle. A great favorite was she with stately Mrs. Livingstone, and there were not wanting those who named her as the future mistress of the splendid but gloomy house which her beauty and joyous laughter made so bright. Even Roy Livingstone’s brow, on which the cloud of disappointment and regret had grown habitual,clear ed somewhat as his artist-eyes took in her fresh proud loveliness, and as he listened to her animated talk, the smile that had grown so rare stole to his lips and shone like a light in his eyes. His mother, watching him, smiled, too, well pleased. “Is she not beautiful?” she whis pered to him. “She would make a fair and gracious queen for The Laurels, Rov.” But the gloom came back to his face as he answered sadly: “My queen went into exile, moth er, a year ago. I have a constant heart, and cannot transfer my alle giance.” “Roy!” cried the clear merry voice of, Rose Brandon—“Roy, have you given up painting? You used to be so ambitious. Only a year ago, I remember, you were enthusiastic about some picture that was to bring you fame. What has become of it? Are you an artist no longer ?” “I painted the picture, but never put it on exhibition. My mother has it in the library. I have never painted since,” said Roy gravely. * A kind of chill fell on the com pany; instinctively they felt they were on dangerous ground. Even the beauty’ happy voice took a soft er tone as she questioned gently: “May we see the picture, Roy?” He arose without- a word and led the way to the library, the guests all following, led by Rose Brandon. Last of all came Mrs. Livingstone with her old friend, Mrs. Grey, a fair, sad woman with silver hair. Mrs. Grey was a great invalid, and unconquerable grief had prey ed upon her heart for years and broken down her fragile body. She leaned heavily on Mrs. Living stone’s arm. “What is this picture ?” she asked her. “The portrait of one whom I rear ed and loved as my own child, and whom we unaccountably lost, owing to an unhappy misunderstanding. She was a lovely creature, and was to have been Roy’s wife. Some times 1 fear he will never marry now.” By this time they had reached the library. Of the many paint ings on the wall one only was con cealed -*Av a heavy curtain; Roy drew tf3>_rimson folds aside. An exclamation from Mrs. Grey and Rose Brandon and a murmur of admiration from all the rest bore witness to the loveliness ol the im age that was disclosed. Mrs. Grey pressed forward eager ly, her weakness seeming for the time forgotten. The portrait of a graceful girl, fair as a lily-flower; the lovely wistful eyes, with a world of loving tender ness in their midnight depths, look ed out from a face of exquisite beau ty, but as ivory, clear and pale; a tender, dimpling smile upon the scarlet lips, a trailing spray of scar let blossoms in the blue-blaek hair, soft and glossy as the raven’s wing —asinjjfle robe of white, and on one lovely snowy arm a curious golden bracelet. This was all. Mrs. Grey stood like one entranc ed, her agitation visible to all. Her delicate haads were tightly locked together; her breath came in quick gasps. “How like!"-shemurmured;“ how strangely like! In heaven’s name, who is she?” “My adopted daughter," Mrs. Liv ingstone replied, for Roy had turn ed aside in silence, overcome by the sight of the beauty he had loved and lost. “Twelve years ago I took her—then five years old—from a poor old fisherman down on the bench, three or four miles away. He had rescued her from tiie sea on the night of a great storm, two years before, and had cherished and cared for her tenderly; but finding sickness and old age fast robbing him of health and strength, he sought to find a friend for his little girl in me. “Imagination cannot picture any thing lovelier than the child was tffen. I loved her at first sight, and have Idved her always. I adopted, educated her, and brought her up as my own. • I have the clothes she wore when she was found, but they furnish no clue to her parentage, but on her arm, clasped firmly above the elbow, was a bracelet ; it fits to her slender wrist now: you see she wears it in the portrait; upon it is a single - word—the old fisherman took it to be her name, and so call ed her; we never changed it. ‘Avis’ was the word, and ‘Avis’ she is call ed”— A cry from Mrs. Grey interrupted her; she sank upon her knees be fore the picture with outstretched arms. “Avis!” she cried. “My child—it is my childl Fourteen years ago the cruel sea washed her and her father from ray arms. The waves restor ed him dead, but she was seen no more. Where is she—oh, where is she ? And the clothes she wore ?” i She sank back in Roy’s support ing arms speechless, almost insensi ble. Mrs. Livingstone hastened from the room, but retuared immediate ly with the little garments. Weeping with love and joy, the long-bereaved mother identified them all. “Blessed be the merciful Heaven that has kept her safely, and re stored her to me after all these years. And you, my friend,” turn ing tc Mrs. Livingstone, “how shall I thank yon for your love and care ? Oh, bring her to me. Let me clasp her once more in my arms. Why do you hesitate ? I am strong enough, joy does not kiH. What is it?” she continued wildly, gazing with grow ing fear upon the pale averted faces of mother and son. “Has harm be fallen my child? Have I found her only to lose her? Avis, my daugh ter! Where is she?” Rose Brandon rushed to her side. “Be calm,” she cried. “Avis is safe and well. No harm has come to her. Listen to me, I can tell you where to find her.” “You!” D was Roy who spoke; “you know Avis ?” “I know her well, but I have nev er known, until this moment, of her connection with this family. Why have you kept your loss and grief a secret, Roy ? I could have helped you, had I known your troubles, king ago.” “It is nearly a year since she came to us, in answer to an advertise ment for a music governess for lit tle Ida. Mother was sick-when she first called and consequently I received her. She was so lieautiful and innocent and yet so sad and friendless, that my whole heart went out to her trom the first. She told me the simple story of her adoption here and of Roy’s love and her’s, but without mentioning asin- !e name, so that I never thought of you. She had left, she said, in order that he might forget her. She gave me as a referenee her own farmer music teacher, who, while answering for Avis in every way, declined to tell anything that the girl had left concealed. So she came to us and has dwelt with us ever since, quiet and sad, poor child, but safe and kindly cared for. I left her at home with Tda and moth er when 1 came away. She is there now.” Roy Livingstone caught her hands in his and pressed them to his lips. “God bless you, Rose!” he cried, hoarse with emotion. “You have given me back happiness and love. Mrs. Grey, I will bring your daugh ter to you. I go by the train that leaves in half an hour, before night fall you shall fold her in your arms, Adieu, all!” and he was gone. * * * * * * The dusky gray of autumn twi light filled the lonely school-room that afternoon, but occasionally flashes of light from a small bnt cheerful fire fell on the slender girl ish figure that sat before It in a low arm chair, her soft pale cheek sup ported by one little hand, her eyes fixed on the glowing coala. A world of longing love and fond regret was in those great dark eyes, that saw not what they gazed upon, but were looking far away into the past. Thinking of Roy—always think ing of Roy. "Where was be? How fared he ? Had he forgotten Avis ? Alas! poor Avis could not forget! Hark! what was that? A footstep in the h^ll outside the door. Nothing in that to make the eyes so bright and the pale cheek flash to vtvid crimson! Ah, bat it had soundetflike Roy's footstep. Roy’s footstep here—what idlt dreaming! What strange tricks fancy played her oftentimes. She could close her eyes and hide tier face in her hands, as now—now, •lartly for shame at her own fond lolly—and fancy, oh, such things! Fancy The Laurels her happy home once more, and Mrs Livingtone her rind adopted mother! Fancy Roy’s tender smile and loving look; recall the very words he sjxike—his earn est tone—his sigh. What was that ? That was not fancy, surely ? She sat quite still— her face still covered by her hands —and listened; a sigh had sounded dose'beside her, breathed like the very echo of her dream; and now a voice—oh, heaven, what voice!— whispered her name: “Avis! Look at me, Avis!” She turned, she rose, gazed for one moment in his face as if bewilder ed ; then, with a cry of love and joy unutterable: “Roy! my beloved!” sprang to his arms, sank on' the breast of her true lover. “You have found me!” she cried. “You have found me!” “Never to lose you again, Avis— never again!” “And your mother ?” Her great eyes searched his face timidly, anxiously. “She will welcome you as I do. We shall part no more. You will learn, dear, that she never meant to part us. And another waits for you. Oh, come, to the heart that aches to welcome you—to the arms of your own true mother.” * * *. * Only one month later a brilliant bridal party aroused to joy and mirth the slumbering echoes of The Laurels. And who so fair as Avis, the sweet bride, with her troop of love ly bridesmaids, of whom Rose Bran don laughed and blushed the merry chief? Who so rich, so proud, happy as Avis now? Avis, the foundling, found indeed, at last, and by her own true mother; Avis, the lost, restored to all who loved and mourned her; Avis, the joyful bride of the generous, noble lover who, in the days of her poverty and name lessness—in spite ot time, and ab sence, silence and desertion— loved her faithfully and truly to the last. W. C. AYCOCK, MANUFACTURES AND WHOLESALE AND RETAIL DEALER IN SASH, BLINDS, DOORS AND FURNITURE. Flooring, Ceiling and- Rough Lumber. OFFICE AND SHOPS, WHITESBURG, GA. SAW MILLS, TALLAPOOSA, GA. ^^CORRESPONDENCE SOLICITED. -AGENT FOR- S<* S. SiA>ok$’ ]\fo. 1 SekYt The handsomest and best shingle made in Carroll county, pared to fill all orders for these shingles on short notice, and wit pleased to quote prices >n car loads or smaller lots. Address I am pro be W. C. A Y C O C K , Whitesburg, G-a. HUMOROUS. It was a question in days gone by —what becomes #f ail the pins? The only pretense of an answer was, that probably they fell to the earth and become terrapins. I talked with a minion from her Majesty’s dominions. Says I, “Where are you gains?” Says he, “To hide a hoe.” Says I, “What are you going to hide a hoe for?” Says he, “I didn’t say hide a hoe.” Says I, “Spell it. Hays he, “I-d-a-h-o.” Oh,” says I, “Idaho,” “Yes,” says he, “Hide a hoe.” “Which is the shortest way to the menagerie ?”asked a stout old gentle man of Gilhooiy, who was walking in Central Park. “Want to see the animats.” “If you want to see them to the best advantage, you had bet ter try my plan.” “What is that?” “Eat a mince pie on going to bed.” Old Goodman went to some Eng- lish«opera, when he was in Chica go, of the Alice Oates variety. He came home a very wrathful man. “Don’t talk to me any more about givin’ women the ballot,” he roared. “If ever I catch a wife or daught er of mine dancin’ in a necklace and a pair of slippers, somebody’ll have to read the riot act before the ballot is half over, I dont care who tries to step me.” Very narrow escape: A youth of Hibernian extraction in chopping wood with a hatchet, the other day, was so unfortunate as to graze the thumb of his left hand with which he was steadying the piece of kind ling he was splitting. Ruefully gaz ing at the injured member, he re marked: “Begorra, it was a good thing I did not have hold of the handle wjth both hands, or I’d have cut it off sure.” “Aufa dramp cooms along unt vants to hire me ond on my varm.” said old Sweitzercase, “I oxamin his cloaings, more bardicnlar his bantaloons. Auf dey vas batched in vront unt I some vork haf, I gil him a chob, but auf dey vas batched pehint on der sot down blace of his preeches, 1 told him I don’t no vork got- at bresent, but he can a leedle vood saw vor hi.s preakfast . Oh, I told you, de man who hart vorks don’t vear oud his preeches pehint. You chust put dot in your bipe undshmoke it.” Young Hayseed,a knowing young fellow from the qountry, was in town the other day and “put up” at one of the hotels. After dinner he strolled out t<f the office, and pick ing up a toothpick from the box on the office counter, used it vigorous ly on a set of tobacco-stained grind ers, and then replaced it carefully in the box, saying as he did so: “Some fellers would put-that air sil ver in their pocket and Kerry ii away, bat their ain’t nothing mean about m a, I kin tell you.”— Balti more Commercial Bullet ■y-ant '-A ** Gla^ ! ! 2,000 BOXES IN STOCK. A11 Hizcs, Miqgle kqd Double Thick. Prices to Suit the Times, AT WHOLESALE AND RETAIL. F. J. COOLEDGE & BRO., 21 Alabama street, Atlanta, Ga. -ALSO A FULL STOCK- Paints, Leads, Oils, Putty, Brushes, &c. THE UNRIVALED New Farmer Girl COOK STOVE. It has large flues and oven, patent oven shelf swinging hearth plate, deep ash pit, and aeh pan door. The cross pieties all have cool air braces, and the covers are smooth and heavy. Large single oven doors, tin-lined, with handsome nickle panels. Every stova fully warranted. A. O. LYNDON, Sole Agent, Newnan, Ga. HARNESS AND LEATHER! We Have a Large Stock of Nice Box Loop Buggy & Wagon Harness AT PRICES TO SUIT THE PRESENT HARD TIMES, AND DON’T YOU FORGET IT! We manafacture our own goods and can afford to -tell cheaper than dealers in the neighboring markets. —’. R. PITTMA W. f AN A GLENN BURPEE. 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