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The Nbwnas Herald. PUBLISHED EVENT TUESDAY. A. B. CATES. Editor and Pabilslirr. tkbh or srasaurTlos: One copy one year, in advance fl-W If not paid in advance, tho terms arc 12.00 a rear. A Club of siz allowed an extra copy. Kiftv-two numl*ers complete the volume. THE NEWNAN HERALD. WOOTTEK k CATES. PreprieUr*. -WISDOM, JUSTICE AND ^ODERATION. TERES per per peer la Advance. VOLUME Xl. NEWNAN, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, APRIL 7,1885. NUMBER 35. Th e S ewnan Herald. rilDUSBED EVERY TUESDAY. urn or ommi One inch one vear,»10; a column one year, 1100; leas time than three months, 11.00 per inch for first insertion, and 50 cents additional for each subsequent in sertion. Notices in local column, ten oents per line for each insertion. Liberal arrange ments will be made with those advertis ing by the quarter or rear. All transient advertisements must be paid for when handed in. Announcing candidates, Ac., 13.00 strictly in advance. Address all communications to A. B. CATES, Newman, Ga. Our lives arealbums, written through Withgood or ill, with false or true. THE DARK HOUR. “It's no use, Becky,” said the iittte latne cobbler, dropping his head up on bis hands and looking, as he felt, the personification of despair. “I’ve offended the Lo^d, somehow, and He won’t let me have a chance to keep a home over your heads. I know I’m not all I ought to be; and I’m punished.” Becky went across the room and patted her husband on tho hack. “Now don’t take on, Nick, don’t,” she said. “Thst can’t*be. for He as knows all knows how good you are. Better times ’ll come. They’re sure to; and you’d be rewarded for all your patience yet. ‘The darkest hour is just before day.’ ” The cobbler shook his head. “I’vegi’n up hope,Becky," he said, "what with the rent and hill for medicine. It was like me to £•t sick just at the worst, and no work coming in; and the new shop with gilt sign tempting folks from our shabby basement even for tho mend ing of their old shoes. I’m crushed down. “Why, you are as thin and white as a ghost. You lyiven’t tasted meal this week, Becky.” "No more have you,” said Reeky. "But la, why there is folks thinks meat unhulsome. Wegetarians, Nick,they call’em: where 1 lived out once I saw one.” “Did he say broad was unhulsome, too?” asked Nick. “Oh, gal, I wish I’d left you living out at service, ro sy, bright and happy! but I meant to do better, I did. If I was an able hoilied man I'd work somehow and somewhere, hut it is the last or nothing with me. Becky, why did not you take Tim Rolf, the wheel wright, and send the little limping cobbler about his business?” "I don’t like Tim,” said Becky, “and I just knew how nice and co ney we’d be together. Never a quarrel, Nick. And how we used to go to Hoboken and have lemon- e.le In the garden, and come homo arter dark an ufternoon, and how wo used to go to church Sunday morning in clothes as good as any one’s.” “Used,” sighed poor Nick. "Why, it can’t tie all up hill,” said Becky. “I havon’t time to go out gallivanting now, but, la, I don’t miss it. We’re steady married folks now, you know.” “Oh, Becky!” said the cobbler “you try to keep up heart, tub' you know it’s come to starving-” They looked at --ach other, and then B-ckvp’H her arms around her hu'kaad. She did not weep up- ou nls bosom; she was s ) big and strong and he so small and frail that it only seemed natural to re verse matters. She hugged him up to her shoulder and covered his head over witli her apron, and put her cheek down outside the bundle thus made, anti soothed and patted him as if lie had been a baby. But she cried, too, and the apron was' wet through in no time. It is a bad state of things. No money, no food, no fire, and winter at its coldest; the children sent to school breakfastless for the sake of the warmth and comfort of the schoolhouse; no work to be had; the little cobbler as' helpless as man could well be, except at his trade, and Becky’s washing stopped, for Heaven only knew how long, by a great felon in the palm of her right hand. But Becky loved the queer little mortal she had married so well that she stopped crying first, and picked up his head and patted it, and kissed him between the eyes—great, frightened light-blue eyes that seemed made for crying. “You stay home and mind the place,” she said. “I’m going out a while. Perhaps there’ll be a bit of luck—who l^jows ?” She put on her bonnet and shawl! such a thin little shawl, which had been used for an ironing cloth, and had an iron-shaped scorch between the shoulders—and took up a bas ket. The cobbler looked at her. “Becky!”" he said, hoarsely; “Becky!” She knew just what he meant. “The little children, Nick,” it won’t seem like begging when it’s for them. Then the door shut behind her, and poor Nick limped after her, as though to stop her, then paused and fairly flung himself down upon the floor, wishing he were down under the ground beneath it. “God forgive the man that mar ries a woman to starve her,” he sobbed. “Why, if Fd known it would have come to this I’d never have courted her. It’s time I was dead.” Perhaps, being a strange, impul sive little fellow, there might have been a tragic end to this scene but that children came in from school and began to err, partly at the sight o^their prostrate father, partly be cause of hunger, and Nick forgot himself to do what he could for them. He had no dinner bnt he had a great deal of love to give them, and some pieces of red kid. Only the youngest chewed the kid. And the fact that mother and the bas ket were gone together impressed them with a hope of provisions. Meanwhile, Becky had gone a-begging. It would be horrible, no doubt, she thought, to take food from strangers; but she found there was one thing even more terrible— not to take it. Door after door was slammed in her face. One* a dog was set at her, or she thought so. Professional beggars had made themselves nuisances to many peo ple, and how were they to know- real poverty when it asked alms? Men whom they had pitied as pau pers proved to be owners of real es tate. Cripples and blind men whom they had aided were found io have bound up strong limbs and glued their eyes together—so they u-re hard upon real distress and refused it broken bread. At six that evening Becky stood it a street corner wi h one crust in her basked—no more. Beyond lay a pawnbroker’s shop, and Becky looked at its golden balls anil at her wedding ring. She had worn it fifteen years, and it was thin and frail, but pure gold. Through all she had kept it until now. Must it go? The thought was worse than begging. Becky took one step forward, an other back. Then she began to cry a little. Nick’s ring that he put on her hand so long ago—oh, dear, oh, tear! But she grew brave again, and walked into the shop and pawned the ring. It was not much they gave her for it, but it would buy supper, and perhaps Nick wouldn't notice, and perhaps she could get it back. That was a very faint “perhaps,” however. v A woman was in the pawm^ro^ as she waited, bargaining with the proprietor over a suit of little girl’s clothing—costly things, strangely out of place in her hands. Becky noticed this, saying to herself that they were never fairly come by. But she had forgotten all about it when, coming out of-the baker’s, a little voice tell on her ear, and'look- ing down, she saw a barefoot child of four, in wretched rags, sobbing piteously. Becky was soft of Aeart; but in poor quarters-aylng children were comme* enough, and her own were .i«itingfor the loaves In her bas ket. She walked on hastily, and so upset the toddler. Then Becky must needs stop and pick her up. “Why don’t you go home to your mother this night time,” she said, “and not stand here to be knocked down ?” A little silver thread of a voice answered,— “I can’t find mamma. I can’t find my home. Where is mamma? Oh, mamma!” Becky knelt down. A little white head of crumpled curls and a pair of blue eyes swimming in tears she could just make out. But the child could tell nothing; it was plainly lost. Becky took it in her arms aud made inquiries at the corner grocery, where she bought a slice of ham; but no one knew the child. It was growing late, too, and Becky could not leave it to its fate. “I’ll take it home,” said she, “and to-morrow find its folks.” So, when the cobbler and his children saw the door open at last, there entered by it not only their mother and a basket, but a baoy also. A new baby catne frequently to this establishment, and the children, in their juvenile view of such mat ters, opined that they had “another little sister.” “It’s a poor lost child,” said Becky. “I’m going to keep it to-nigbt. Its parents are poorer than we are; you can see that by its bare feet and only one little frock, poor thing! Now hold her, Nick, while I cook supper. I didn’t beg it, Nick, so do not fret.” And then keeping her ring finger out of sight, Becky fried the ham, and made gravy, and cut the bread and sent for two cents’ worth of milk, which diluted made a quart of milk and water, and tried to be cheerful. The lost child cried, but Becky fed it and coaxed it to talk; then came a story of a “bu dess” and a “nasy woman.” The youngest, who had chewed the red kid, acted as interpreter. Soon it was discovered that some woman, described : s “nasty,” had taken away the child’s pretty blue drei« and other garments, and had also beaten her. Becky listened intently. “That dress was blue, Xick,” she cried. “I knew it warn’t hers—a tipsy .ragged woman; and folks that own them things don’t come to pawn.—F* Then she paused; the secret was I out. Nick’s eyes had danced to her wedding ring, and back again to her face. “Oh, Becky!” he cried, now. “Becky, we didn’t think—” Becky flushed scarlet. “I didn’t mean to tell,” she said; “but now it’s out; I’m married all the same, thank God. It was at the pawnshop I saw the blue dress;” and she told them of the woman whom she had watched and of her suspicions. “The child has been stole, you see, Nick. It’s a genteel child; and If we can but find its name out, we may save some one trouble we’ve never had. Think of one of ours being gone all night, Nick.” The baby’s name seemed to be Minnie Smith, although ‘‘M. S.” might be anything else; and putting the children all to bed, all in a row, like the little ogres in the fairy fales, save that they had no crowns on, Nick and his wife started off to the pawnbroker’s shop. The man look ed at the garments. They were marked M. S. “I’m right then,” said Becky. “They arcthe child’s, and they were stole And if we can but find its |K)or mother, we’ll save more than any but a mother can tell. “But think of all the Smiths,” said the pawnbroker. “There’s thou sands of ’em.” “And thousands,” said Becky. “But these men—the police—they may know.” And out went Nick and Becky to question the guardians of the night, until, at last, despairing of an an swer, they were turning homeward, when a blaze of light from an open door fell over them, and they saw on the steps a weeping woman and a tall, handsome man. “Hush! we will find her if she is alive,” said the man. “My precious child!” cried the woman. Then Nick and Becky gave a sort of little cheer in unison. “It's them,” saidBecky; “them, cec^WKrmnK Gh, mum, if your nStfffeis Smith, and you’ve lost .a little girl, we’ve found her.” _ And then the cobbler "and his wife were pounced upon and the story told. In half an hour the six poor little ogres without erbwns were aroused from their slumbers by an arrival, and the odd baby in-their midst wa< taken out ti> their distress and con- sernation. for they counted on keep ing her. And Nick and Becky forgot their own troubles in the parents’ joy. And Nick said it was like poetry, and Becky said it was like a play. And so it was, one with a happy ending, for what should the lady do but beg and pray Becky to tell her what she would like best, and Becky confessed that to have her wedding ring back was the hope of her life; and this led to the cause of its pawning and all the story of pover ty and sorrow. Then the dark hours ended and day broke; and there was food in the house and fire; and as it happened that baby Min nie’s father needed just such work is poor Nick coulcl do, he gave the place to the cobbler; and from that lay there was enough and to spare in the little home, because of the simple kindness shown to baby Minnie. “So it’s never time thrown away to do a kindness to any one,” says Becky, often, “for somehow yon arc always rewarded for it. If I’d left the little lost beggar’s child, as I thought it, in the street, and never stopped to care for it,—as I might have done in such trouble—where would Nick have been, and the children,and me, this night? Not that I did anything but what a Christian ought, but see how we were paid for it.” In the Same Box. A few minutes after palling out of Tecumsah for Nebraska City the other day, Conductor Lee stepped into the smoker to work up his tick ets. The first man he met was bound f >r Atchison, and the oblig ing conductor pulled the cord, stop ped the train, and gave the estray- ed passenger directions how to take a short cut back to the depot. Lee started ahead, and as he had a ten- mile run to the first station, he worked his way through the car leisurely. As he passed the last seat a brisk-looking gentleman asked: “Why did yon put that man ofl for? Was he trying to beat a ride?” “Oh, no,” said Lee. “He was on the wrong train, and I let him off to go back to the depot.” The traveler laughed long and merrily. “Well,” said he, “I’ll be Mowed, if he hasn’t sense enough to keep on the right train, he ought to stay at home and have a guardian appointed.” And the merry man joked on the subject, and told a story quite in point so well that the conductor and several passengers who gather ed around to listen were convulsed with amusement. At last he drew out his little mileage book, and ex tending it with the careless grace that characterizes the accomplished traveler, he remarked: “Just tear me out to Atchison.” How Tom Changed. “Come, Maggie, let ns go down to the creek now and sail Tommy’s boar; you know he said we might if we helped him weed his flower bed.” Little Maggie Adams ran after her sister Kate, as the latter ille l her, and together they found Tom my. He was at that moment set ting out for the creek with his boat, “The Jolly Skipper,” under his arm. “Go away, girls!” he coolly ex claimed, as he heard his sisters’ re marks. “I want to play with my boat myself withouthaving .flfh’to’h bother me. “But you promised us, Tom—you know you did; you said we could have it, just belore dinner.” “Well, I intended then that you should have it,” said Tommy, firm ly, “but now I have changed my mind. People can’t think the same always, and there is no harm in changing a body’s mind: everyone knows that.” Tommy walked off very grandly, as if he had said a fine thing, and his disappointed little sisters felt like crying; they had worked for a long time that warm morning. Mr. Adams sat reading his paper near the open window, and he heard the whole dialogue. He started to call Tommy in, that he might talk to him of his mean and dishonor able conduct. Then he reflected that he had already done this sev eral times before, with no good re sult, and he resolved to try some thing more effectual than talk. { Tommy sailed his boat for an hour or two, and then condescended to talk to the amiable little girls who had come down to the water to see him enjoy himself. “Only think,” he exclaimed, “what fun I am going to have! Father is goijg to get me a velocipede; be almost promised be would bring it from the city, to-night. He will, I f™ sure, for he always keeps his word; and next thing, I am going to have some roller-skates.” “Oh, I wish we had roller-skates!” cried Maggie. “You?- Nonsense!” “It is not nonsense,” said Kate. “Ever so many girls have thoirr." Well, you won’t if they, do,” re turned their brother, ronghiy. That night, Tom rushed down stairs from his play room, two steps at a time, when he heard his father’s voice on the piazza. He pushed past his mother and the girls, shout ing: “Where is my velocipede? Father, did you get it?” “No,” returned his father, quietly drawing out a pair of skates from his overcoat-pocket. “Oh, you didn’t get it this time, but you did the next best thing. Hurrah for my skates!” Tom snatched them, and cried, “Why, they are to small! I know they are.” “Think so, my boy? Then these are not likely to do better;” and Mr. Adams brought out a second pair, smaller still. “Try them on, little girls,” he said, kindly, “and don’t be too ambitious and hurt your selves.” “Where are mine ? Do let me see them! The girls didn’t need skates.” “I changed my mind, Tom, and concluded not to get you any.” “Why, father!” groaned Tom. “And it is all nonsense you want a velocipede.” “But you said I might have one.” •“I intended that you should have one when I said so; but everybody has a right to change his mind, and I changed mine,” said his father, indifferently, as he turned to help the little girls fasten their skates. Tom was too much astonished and grieved fairly to understand the full meaning of his father’s words— to see that they were quoted. Nev er before had the father given his children the faintest hope of a pleasure or a gift, and then failed to gratify them, without some excel lent reason. They were proud to believe that their father was a man of honor and truthfulness. Bnt Tom’s eyes were opened in the next two or three days. His weekly pocket-money was not forthcoming, because his father had not the exact amount, and he had changed his mind about giving it to him, any way. His mother failed to buy him a new suit he was expecting because she had “changed her mind.” Oh, how Tom came to hate that phrase! He was quick enough to learn the lesson now that it was for him to learn that such mind chang ing as his had been was mean and selfish and contrary to the Golden Rule. By Saturday night, Tom was a much meeker and a better boy, and from that day he was careful to have good reason for so doing, whenever he fonnd it necessary to “change his mind.” If the people of Ohio are as strong ly in favor of changing the time of their state election from October to November as the Legislature, the proposition will be carried almost unanimously. There were very few votes against the measure in either house. A Colored Wedding. Thomas M. Field has written out from memory a description of a col ored wedding under the old regime which he says used to be related with gusto by Major Herman Bow- mar: A tall,dignified and clerical-dress ed looking negro (Tom Menzies), officiating, said in pompous tones: “Silence in dis ’sembly. Here is a couple who have walked out to night, wishing to be jined in and thro’ love, and wishing all dem dat ha-e anything twixt dem come for- val igand sjjeak now; if not, let dem 'oli! der peace now and forever more. I wants every ear to hear, and every heart to enjoy. “Mr. Irvin Johnson, whomsoever stands fastly by your left side, do you take her for your beloved wife, to wait op her through sickness and through health) sate and be safe, loving and belovihg) holy and be holy, do you love her mother) do you love her father, do you love her sister, do you love her brothers, and, above all, do you love God de best ? Answer, I do. “Miss Mary Jones, whomsoever stands so fastly by your right side, do you take for your loving hus band, to wait on him, through health and thiongh confiiction, through affliction and conviction, safe and be safe, holy and be holy; do you love his mother, do you love his father, do you love his master, do you love his mistress; but above all do you love God the best? Answer, I do. “I command you, Mr. Irvin, to hold Miss Mary so fastly by de right hand, and by authority pro nounce you both to be man aud wife, by the commandments of God. What God jines together let not man ’sunder. “We shall hope and' trusting through God and His ’PoiStles that you may live right, and that you may die right, nowand forever more. Now, Mr. Jim, s’lnte your bride. Let us sing a hym. “Flanged in a gulf of dark despar, etc.” A Father Rebuked. Col. McLeod, although not a bad man at heart, uses very roug-h lan guage in his intercourse witi._lfci family. On returning to his-home from his place of business, a few days ago, he found his wife very much excited over the outrageous conduct of a tramp, who, being dis satisfied with the f« od given him by Mrs. McLeod, hail abused her in a most outrageous manner. “Johnny,” said Col. McLeod, to his ten-year-old son; “when yon heard that cowardly scoundrel abusing your mother, why didn’t you run to the store quick, and let me know ? Didn’t you hear him TV “Yes, pa, I was out in the stable and heard what he said about the victuals ma gave him, and how he abused her, but ” “But what?” “I thought it was you scolding ma. He used the same cuss words as you do when the dinner don’t suit you, so I thought it couldn’t be anybody else but you. I didn’t think anybody else would dare talk to ma that way.” Johnny unconsciously adminis tered a severe rebuke to his irasci ble pa, who never again spoke to his wife as if he were a tramp. Too Green to Get Along. A very innocent-looking old man who had been waiting twenty-eight hours for a Lake Superior boat, and who was told to be at foot of Wood ward avenue at noon yesterday, came slouching down to the wharf about 4 o’clock P. M. and mildly queried: “So the boat isn’t in yet?” “In! Why, she’s come and gone! Got in before noon and laid three hours.” “Mercy! but I was to go on that boat!” “Didn’t the agent tell you when to come ?” “Yes, he said at noon, but I was looking around town, aDd it sot in to rain, and I supposed she’d wait until it cleared up. You don’t mean she went off in the shower?” “Yes, she did.” “Right in the pouring rain 1" “Yes, sir.” “La suz, tmt I wouldn’t have be lieved they’d do it! Mebbe it’s just as well f didn’t go, for Pve nothing bnt this old umbrella, and gettin’ wet alios brings on the rheumatics.- Detroit Free Prett. William C. Price, of Georgia, wbo was United States Treasurer at the outbreak of the war, called at that department. Price has lived in the backwoods for nearly twenty years. When he was Treasurer there were less than twenty clerks In the office, and the work was done in one small room. The astonishment of the old fellow when he saw the mag nitude of the work was about like that of Rip Van Winkle after awak ening from his legendary sleep in the Adirondacks. . He could not be lieve bis eyes, he went away dumb founded. GENERAL NEWS. Congressman-elect Richardson, of Tennessee, stands seven feet in his stockings. The belief has become general that the Russio-Afghan question will be amicably adjusted within a few days. Minneapolis girls have red rib bon clubs, with the motto: “The lips that touch wine shall never touch mine.” Aaron Somers, of Bridgeport, Conn., died recently and left a will beqneathing his estate worth 110,000 to the “Democratic widows ' of Bridgeport” Sih ni-r or Mter the British Lion will clap his paw on the aggressive Russian Bear. It Is another case of irresistible conflict. Two bullies cannot long glare at each other without fighting. Mr Hendricks has been permit ted to suggest the new postmaster at Indianapolis, and naturally he has selected a personal and politi cal friend. This courtesy was cer tainly due the Vice-President The French are faring badly in the far Orient. They have been badly whipped at Langson by a Chinese army 50,000 strong. Gen. Negrier, the commander, was se verely wounded and his troops were forced to retreat to Dong- Song. Poor old Dan Rice, once the most famous of clowns, is holding ten- cent circuses in New Orleans and deplores the days when he used to take his Floating Palace Show up and down the Mississippi and take in quarters of thousands at every landing. Jefferson Davis’ condition is now regarded as serious. For several weeks he has been suffering from a return of rheumatism complicated with the breaking out of his old wound received tn Mexico thirty- eight years ago. His age is very much against his prospects of recovery. The President of Nicaragua will march with the combined forces of Nicaragua and Ostl Rica into Hon duras. His object will be to pre vent the force-of Honduras from joining those of Barrios In 8an Sato vador,~which country was invaded by the latter. Minister Lowell has been writ ing all of his dispatches to the State Department since the death of his wife upon paper bordered with deep mourning. This is the first time that the badge of private sorrow has ever been introduced into the official documents of the Govern ment. It is said by New York people that Mr. Whitney, th e Secretary of the Navy, is to be brought out as a' candidate for Governor in New York next falL It is not believed, however, by Mr. Whitney’s friends that he has any idea of any such a thing. He is devoting himself now to straightening up the Navy De partment. The New York Tribane is obvi ously very much shocked that a man who abused Abraham Lincoln in 1864 should now be selected as one of onr Ministers abroad. It does appear that Mr. Phelps said some very injudicious and coarse things about Mr. Lincoln twenty years ago and so did Mr. James L. Orr, who was a member of the Confed erate Ccngres- at just that time. But a Republican President sent Mr Orr as our Minister to Russia in 1872; so it only needs that, to purge himself of this particular offense, a man shall join the Republican par ty. The Legislature at Albany, New York, has been beseigedjby an army of strong-minded women, whose de mand is the ballot for the fair sex as well as for the inferior animal called “man.” The beleaguered members, terrified by the ener gy and persistance of the beseigers, have manifested a disposition to capitulate and to grant the terms demanded of them. Bat a relieving force has sudden ly appeared in the field and • the seige is likely to be raised. The new levy comprises some of the most gallant leaders (of-Fasbion) to be found in the Empire State, and has inscribed on its banners “Babies, not Ballots.” These ladies assure our learned legislators that they would rather rock cradles than run conventions, and that the fireside Is more precious to them than the franchise. In his speech in the chamber at Paris, March 31; M Clemencau said that ministers of the cabinet were not ministers, but culprit s, wbo ought to be dealt with by law. This speech was loudly applauded. Great excitement prevailed in the streets after the resignation of the ministry and freqnent cheers were given for M Rochefort, M Clovis Hughes and other extremists. A dispatch from Paris says that M De Frecinet, who has undertaken the task, is confident that he will suc ceed in forming a new ministry. Arnall Bros<fc Co. 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