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W R Pertoa* The Newxas Herald. PUBLISHED ETEKY TUESDAY. A. B. CATES, Editor and Pobliaher. TKRSK OF ftlBSCBIPTIOM : Otic copy one year, in advance . <1.50 If not paid in advance, the terms are 12.00 a year. A Cluh of nix allowed an extra copy. JFiftv-two numbers complete the volume. THE NEWNAN WOOTTEJf ft CATES, Proprietors. WISDOM, JUSTICE AND MODERATION.- TEIlS:-tl>iO per per yew in AdrMee. VOLUME XX. SEWXAN, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, MAY 5, 1885. NUMBER 29. The News as Herald. PUBLISHED EVERY TUESDAY. KITES or ABTIKTISI One inch one veer, $10; a column one veer, $100; less time than three months, $1.00 per inch for first insertion, and SO centa additional for each subsequent in sertion. Notices in local column, ten centa per line for each insertion. Liberal arrange ments will be made with those advertis ing by the quarter or year. AH transient advertisements mast be paid for when handed in. Announcing candidates, Ac., $3.00 strictly in advance. Address all communications to A. B. CATES, Newnan, Ga. Our lives are albums, written through Wlthgood or ill, with false or true. 8N0WED IN. THE STORY OK A BRAVE GIRL. fine cloudy winter morning, not less than twenty years ago, there was an unusual commotion about a certain little old house standing far tip on the St.John River. Within, Mrs. Grace sat before the great fireplace in tiie fore-room, so bundled up iD shawls and blan kets and hoods that she could scarce ly stir. In a warm corner of the hearth lay three or four hot bricks, well wrapped in news-papers, and two home-made robes were hang ing across a chair to warm—every thing indicating preparations for a long cold journey. Without, Mr. Grace was hitching the old red mare into the tliills of the still older rid pung, that looked as if it might have comeover in the “Mayflower.’’ His round, goodnatured face wore a troubled expression, and he jerked at old Dolly’s bit once or twice in an ungentle way which wasn’t like himself. The small wart of Mrs. Grace’s face that was visible among the folds of her home-knit hood showed the same look of anxiety, and her voice trembled a good deal when she spoke to the children-and gave Charley her last directions. There were four of the children—Dean and Emma, anil Joe and Charly— though Charly was not one of the Grace children. Mrs. Grace had taken tier—a wee, lame mite—when there was no one else to fake her, and she often declared she couldn’t and didn’t love one of her own lit tle ones better than she could and did Jove Charly. Emma, Dean Hnd Jot* •wore round, rosy little bodies of three and five and seven years; blue-eyed and yellow-haired. Char ly was eleven, and she was neither round nor rosy. Her face was thin and her eyes were big and shadowy. And Charly was lame. There was a pair of tiny crutches always by her chair. “I couldn’t think of going,” said Mrs. Grace, “if Charly wasn’t the w ise, patient little mother I know she is. I never was so worried in iny life. Rut what can I do?” It was a hard question to answer, indeed. For the night before had come a letter to Mrs. Grace from her sister in a distant town, saying that her mother—the children’s dear old grandmother—was very, very ill. “Come at once,” the letter read; and it was a week old when Mr. Ring- gold, who lived two miles above them, but was vet their nearest neighbor in the sparsely settled re gion, brought it from the posLofflee, five miles below. It was little to be wondered at that the tears filled poor Mrs. Grace’s eyes, that her lips quivered and her voice shook. “1 couldn’t do it if it was not for trusting in Charly so,” she repeated time and again, in tones that brought a pretty glow to Charly’s thin little face. “I know you’ll take good care of them dear. There’s bread enough baked, and I’ve left the jar of doughnuts in the closet.” “Oh, good again!” cried Joe. “Can we have all we want? Won’t it be fun, Charly?" “You must have what Charly gives you,” said Mrs. Grace, “and attend t'» what Charly says. I’ve locked the pantry door, so you can’t liother her by runuing in and out. Now—” She looked at Charly as the outer- door opened. “I’ll do just the best I can,” said Charly, bravely. “I know you will, dear. Be good children, all of you.” “There’s wood enough piled up in the entry to last you,” said Mr. Grace, a little huskily. “We shall be back day after to-morrow night, sure. All ready wife.” And a few moments later old Dolly was jogging at her best pace down the snowy level of the river. It was thirty long miles to Dunbar Corner. “I wish they were, home again,” said Joe. “They will be before you know it,” laughed Charly. So the three little ones cuddled around Charly’s chair before the open fire, while she told them the wonderful tale of the “Three Tiny Pigs,” and from the first to last they listened breathlessly, though they had heard the same story many times before, no doubt. Charly had a wonderful gift for telling stories, Mrs. Grace often declared. And Charly had a gift for some thing beside story telling. When the stories came to an end she smiled. “Bring me my box, will you, Jo ey, please?” Charly asked. Her poor little limbs were so weak and misshapen that it was with dif ficulty she could move about, even with the aid of her crutches. Joe obeyed, climbing up on the wide four-posted bed in the corner and,taking^from a shelf above it a square wooden box with a sliding cover. Dean and Emmy knew what was coming then. “Dive me the kitty,” pleaded Emmy. “Aud me the mooses,” said Dean. “They’re deers, goosey,” said Joe, with a little scornful sniff. “Let me see all of ’em won’t you, Charly?” Charly smiled in the brightest way and pulled off the cover. Shall I tell you what were there? The daintiest little images under the sun, carved all in wood, and the largest one scarcely four inches high- It is true, they were the work of a single awkward tool, in untaug ht lingers, hut if you had seen them, I am sure you could not have help ed exclaiming with Joe and Dean and Emmy: “Oh, Charley, how pretty they are!” They were exceedingly true to life, too. There was the old house cat, which Emmy instantly appro priated—why, you could almost tear her drowsy purr—and there vere Dean’s “mooses,” with their lelicate branching horns, and a pair ■ if rabbits eating clover, and a cun- ling creeping hahy, and there was old Dolly herself, standing with drooping head and lopped ears-lazy Dolly. “I’d know her anywheres," laugh ed Joe. Charly laughed, too, and fingered her treasures lovingly. Her cheeks glowed, and her eyes were starry. “Do you think they are nics?” she asked; “as nice as some they have in (he stores at Christmas time, Jo- •y ?’ “Nicer,” returned Jop, in a tone expressive of great wisdom and ex perience, “a whole heap nicer.” “Well,” pursued Charly, “I’m go ing to make all I can, and when I get enough I’ll send them to sell. Mrs. Ringgold said they ought to lie a half a dollar apiece.” “O-oh!” cried Joe, quite taken ihac-k by this prospect of unbound ed wealth. “What’ll you do with so much?” “I know,” put in Dean. “You’ll get cured, won’t you, Charly?” The quick tears sprang to Char ly’s dark eyes. “I will, if I can,” she said, and she pulled Emmy to her, and hid her face in the baby’s yellow curls. “Maybe I can’t.” “Mr. Parks said you could if you ould go to see Dr. Lester. He can ure everything.” “But it’ll cost a great deal of mon- y—maybe a hundred dollars,” said Charly. “I’ll have to make two hundred of these, Joey.” “Well yon ain’t going to wait that long,” declared Joe stoutly. “Fath er says just as soon as the old farm pays anything, he’s going to take you to Fredericton, to see Dr. Les ter. Maybe ’twill pay next su.n- iner; we’re going to have a cow then.' And we haven’t been here long enough yet, you know.” “That’ll be real nice,” said she. Now after dinner, I’ll cut out some thing more.” “1 think it’s real fun,” said Joe. But Charly only shook her head and smiled again. Well, that day passed and the next, and all the time the sun didn’t nice show his face? The clouds hung heavy and black, and dark came early, and weather-wise Joe with his nose against the window- pane prophesied a storm. I hope ’twon’t come, though, till father and mother are at home,” he said. It did, however. When the edil- dred awoke next morning the snow was falling fast and heavily in large flakes. It had grown very much colder, too, iu the night. Poor little Joe’s teeth chattered spitefully even after he had raked open the bed of coals in the fireplace and built a roaring fire. The wind came up with the sun; it whistled and rav ed along the bleak river shore in a way that set the timbers of the old house to creaking dolefully. “I don’t believe they’ll come to night,” said Joe, when dark began to fall. “Won’t they, Charly ?” “Oh, Charly, won’t ’em ?” “Do you s’pose a wolf chased fa ther and mother?” asked Joe, with a dismal quaver, breaking in upon the narrative of the the “Tiny Pig.” “A wolf couldn’t catch our Dol ly,” said Dean quickly; “she’s too smart and big.” Charly laughed. For the world she would not acknowledge that such a possibility had occurred to her own mind. “It’s the storm that keeps them,” she said cheerily. “It’s a dreadful storm, you know. They’ll be here to-morrow—I know they will.” But tomorrow came and went. A long dreary, freezing day, and the fifth morning dawned. How bitter ly cold it was and how the wind whistled through and through the house! The storm had ceased, but of this the children could not be sure, since the windows were banked high with snow, and when Joe tried to open the outer door a white wall repelled him. Their store of provisions too, was nearly exhausted and that seemed worse ! than all, until Joe came in from ! the entry with his arms full ot I wood and his eyes full of tears. “That’s every bit there is,” he , quavered. “Oh Charly, why don’t father come?” “He will, said Charly, with a brave, bright smile, though her heart was like lead. “Now we’ll be real saving of this wood, and only put on one stick at a time.” “Oh, how cold the room grew! colder and colder, while time drag ged on, and those last sticks were burning slowly away. They ate their last bits of bread then, and be cause Charly said she could not eat, there was a very little more for Emmy and Dean. But Joe, though he looked wistful ly at the frozen morsels, was struck with a sudden recollection. “You didn’t eat any breakfast, Charly, nor any last night, because your head ached. Ain’t you hun gry ?” “Never mind,” said Charly, eheer- ily. “I’ll eat enough when they o’lie home.” The bread disappeared then to the last crumb. “I’m awful hungry yet,” said Joe. “So’m I,” echoed Dean, with a pit iful pucker, “and I’m awful cold.” Charley hugged Emmy tighter and looked around. There were the chairs—stout oak en ones. “Can’t you break up a chair, Joey?” she asked. But he couldn’t, though he tried manfully—poor little Joe—with tears standing on his cheeks. “Never mind,” said Charly again. And then the forlorn little group auddled together over the dying lire. How cold it was! and how the wind rocked tne old house and blew its freezing breath in every chink! “I’m sleepy,” murmured Emmy, drowsily. Charly looked at her in sudden terror. She had been sob bing with cold and hunger, and now her baby face looked pinched and iier bands blue with cold. But the golden head drooped heavily against Charly’s arm—and Emmy never went to sleep at this time of the day. A dull red coal winked among the ashes. Charly saw it and straightened Emmy up with a little ghake. “We’ll have a funny fire,” said she, with a catch in her voice. “Bring the—the box, Joey.” “Oh, Charly, no!” “Yes,” said Charly. “I can make plenty more. Wake up, Emmy.” And in a minute Emmy was wide awake enough to see a tiny bright blaze upon the hearth. They burn- d the box first, and then the pretty carvings one by one. All too soon they were gone, andthereonly re mained a few ashes. “I’m just as cold,” whimpered Dean. “I’m sleepy, too, Charly.” “Well, you shall go to sleep,” said Charly; “and when you wake up I know they’ll be here. But we’ll have some nice fun first. Who rants a doughnut?” “Oh, Charly Grace, you haven’t rot one!” “Yes, I have,” returned Charly, vith a triumphant little laugh. “I ;aved these out ol mine.” She stood Emmy on the hearth, and hobbled as briskly as could be across the floor, placing two chairs, one at each end of the room. “Now you run a race around those till I say it’s enough, and I’ll give you one apiece. Run just- as fast as you can.” At first the children demurred, they were so cramped and tired and Irowsy; but the sight of three brown, delicious-looking cakes which Charly produced from her pocket nerved them to action. Around and around the chairs they ran, Joe ahead, Emmy in the rear, breathing out little clouds of steam. And Charly laughed and clapped her hands and cheered them on until at last they stopped from sheer fatigue, puffing like three small lo comotives, and with their pulses beating in a lively way. Charly hobbled over to the bed. “Get in all of yon,” she said; “then I’ll give you your cakes. I know they’ll be here when you wake up.” She tucked them in warmly and then she went back to her chair.' She put the ends of her crutches upon two or three live coals and blew them into a tiny blaze. Pretty soon, when she had warmed herself a little, she would creep in beside Emmy. She listened to the regular breathing from the bed. “They are going to sleep,” she murmured. “I’ve done the best I could—the best I could.” The words echoed from the walls of the cold little room and rang themselves over and over in her brain. How warm the place was growing and how dark! She thought she would crawl over to the bed and get in with Emmy and Dean and Joe. But she did not stir. She sat there still, a white little figure, with a pair of half-burned erntehes at her feet, when less than an hour later a man, with frosty beard and hair, forced himself through the snow-bank at the door. It was Mr. Grace, alone, for the storm had rendered the roads im passable, and he had tramped the whole distance from Dunbar Corner upon snow-shoes. It was a long, wearying walk, no douot, and he had been about it two days. But when he opened the door of his home he forgot it all. In less than a minute he had made kindling- wood of one of the chairs and in an other one or two a brisk fire was roaring on '’the hearth, and Mr. Grace, in terrible fear, was rubbing Charly’s hands and forcing some brandy, from the little flask he car ried, down her throat. She opened her eyes presently, and looked up into the kind face above her in a be wildered way. “Emmy—Dean—Joe—are— “All right—all right!” yelled Mr. Grace, nearly beside himself with delight; aud then he went down upon his knees before Charly and cried: “We’re all right, my dear.” And so indeed, they were. I haven’t -pace to tell you all that happened—what Mrs. Grace said and did when she came, a tew days later, with the welcome news that grandmother was better, and heard from Joe and Emmy and Dean; how the story was told throughout the setilempnt over and over, and how Charly was praised on all sides; nor of how the people of Grand Fork, the little village five miles below got up a fair for Charly’s ben efit, which gave her enough to take her to Dr. Lester that very next spring. And though Dr. Lester could not entirely cure her, the weak little limbs grew so much I miles und preaks down der toll- Seld Again. Captain, I like to shpoke to you a few times,” said Mr. Dunder a- he entered the Central Station yesterday forenoon. “Well, sir.” “I puys me a horse last vheek, und I vhas sheated from my eye teeth oudt. I like to haf some law.” “What ails the horse?” “-Vhel, sometimes he goes alon ; all right, und sometimes he shtops in der street und nopody can make him moove. I shpeak to der man aboudt it, und he says der horse shtops pecause he doan’ shpeak Dutch.” “Anything more ?” “Vhell, sometimes he kicks oop mil his hind feet und knock der dashboard off und nearly kill my son Shake. I shpeak to der man aboudt it, nnd he says der horse vhas too light behindt, und dot I shall put a weight on him to hold him down.” “Yes.” “Und I go out last Sunday mit der frau to haf a leedle sleigh-ride. Dot horse shump out of der road und take us oop on der side walk. I shpeak to der man abeutit und he says dot vhas a horse who likes to keep his- feet clean. Some mans lead him pack on der shtreet for me, und he shtands oop on his hind legs for ten minute. Djr m in sa ys dot vhas a circus trick, mitoudt any extra sharge. I at last palls him down, und he runs avay for two stronger and better that she was able to go without crutches, by limping a very little. When Dr. Lester, too, came to know who Charly was—for the story of that winter’s day had already reached his ears—he refused to take his fee, but, instead, added to the little roll of bills, and put the whole in a hank for Charly. “She will want to go to school in a little while,” said he: “I think she must study art.” “Why, what makes every one so good to me?” asked Char.ey, with happy tears; “1 didn’t do anything.” “Didn’t you ?” asked Mrs. Grace, in return, kissing the glad little face —didn’t you ?” Stndents Songs. There is no more pleasing music than these jolly songs sung by stu dents; any one who has ever had an opportunity of hearing these songs by college societies,glee clubs or by groupesof students will not be surprised to learn that a new edition of Moses King’s collection, has just been issued. Over 30,000 have already been sold. This re markable sale is probably owing to the fact that nearly all these songs are to be found in no other collec tion. They are all fresh and copj- righted and are the songs actually sung at all the colleges at the pres ent time. There are sixty songs, with full music. The book is hand somely printed, sheet music size and is sold for filty cents. The ed itor is Wm. H. Hills, a recent graduate of Harvard; and the pub lisher is Moses King of Cambridge, Mass., widely known as editor of King’s handbook of Boston, Har vard and its surroundings;” etc. Babyhood, the only periodical in the world devoted wholly to the care of young children, has succeed ed in securing the services of spec ialists in every subject with which it deals. The April number has articles on The Care of Children’s Hair, by Prof George H. Fox, M. D. Insolation in contagious Diseases, By Di. L. Emmett Holt; True Croup, by Prof. John H. Ripley, M. D, etc. Under the title of Domestic Disinfection, George M. Siernberg, Major and surgeon, U. S. A., pub lishes some of the recent Govern ment investigation into the proper ties of the best disinfectants. Among the miscellaneous articles an especially entertaining and prac tical one,by a anonimous lady writ er, entitled Nurse’s Day Out. Ma rion Harland’s writing is just as at tractive as usual, and the Baby’s Wardrobe, Nursery, and other de partments contain the useful varie ty of useful hints. 15 cents a num ber; $1,50 per year,IS Spruce Street, New York. The May number of the Eclectic gives an excellent selection from the best articles in the late foreign magazines. The political situation of Europe by F Nobili Vitelleschi, an Italian senator,is an admirable survey of the European situation as it appeared prior to the Anglo- Russian complications. Goldwin Smith has a capital article on the Organization of Democracy; from the Marquis of Lome we find a suggestive paper on the Unity of the Empire. One of the most sug gestive papers is, A Russian Phil osopher on European politics, and among scientific papers of interest may be noted, A Very Old Master, Organic Nature’s Riddle by St. George Mivart, and Sir William Seimens, by William Lant Carpen ter. The other articles, all of which are good, fill up a very readable number. PobPshed by E. R. Pel- ton, 25 Bond Street. New York. Terms $5 per year. gate und smashes Mrs. Dander like kindling wood. I shpeaks to der man about it, und he says dot horse pelief he vhas in a race for $200 a side. Now, Captain can I haf some law on dot man ?" “Did he warrant the lime to he Kind doctile and all that?” “I doan’ perlief he didt. I like der color and Shake says it vhas a nice mane und t&il, und I puys him right off.” “Then you can’t do anything,” “I can’t? Vhell, dots what I tell Shake und der oldt vhomans,und so I sell dot horse to a Sherman preacher for $10 more ash he cost me, and all vhas some serene and lofely. I shust come down to tell yer dot I doan’ warrant dot horse at all, and vhen der preacher comes to see if he tan make me sad you shust shlip in a few remarks for it vhas a case mithout some cause for action. Goodpye, Captain.” No Fooling. “Can you tell me where I can find a Justice of the Peace?” she asked of a pedestrian on Michigan avenue yesterday. “Yes’m. Down Griswold street one block, and then turn into the alley.” “Thanks. A marriage by a Jus tice is legal, isn’t it ?” “Oh, yes.” “Just as legal outside his office as i ?” “Certainly.” She was evidently a widow. She weighed about 115 pounds, bit off her words like a straw cutter at work, and when she walked her' heels clicked on the pavement in a way that talked of business. In ten minutes she had a Justice in tow, and in ten more the two entered a shoe factory where thirty or forty men were at work. While the Jus tice took a chair in the office the woman entered the working room, passed down to the lower end, and as she halted before a man of 40 who was running a pegger, she said: “William, I’ve got a Justice of the Peace in the office. Come.” He turned whiter than flour made by thepatent roller process, and she took him by the sleeve and contin ued: “No fooling, William; come right along!’ He followed her without a word, and as th«y reached the office she clasped his hand and said to the Justice: “Go ahead and marry us.” He went ahead, and in two min utes the pair were man and wife. The woman handed the official a $2 bill, kissed William on the chin, and said as she started to go: “Now run along to your work. If yon should forget where I live, aod not happen around to-night, I’ll drop in on you early to-morrow very early! Tra-la! good-bye, all!” Why there will be War. “It’s no use talking” said a John street jeweler to a Broad street broker, “Russia will not come to fight” “What makes you think so f” “The telegraph companies object to it.” “Why so?” “Because in event of war their wires would be so twisted out of shape with Russian names that they will be fit for nothing but barbed wire fences.” The reception of the royal party in Londonderry seems to have been all that an Irishman could give or an Englishman could ask, GENERAL NEWS. Winter visitors to Florida and lower Georgia have begun their Kimeward march. The first blood In the meeting of tie rebels with the forces of the Do minion has been given to Riel, who seems to be the Mahdi of the North- vest. The statue mould of the late William M. Wadly was fortunately saved recently from afire in New York. The statue is ex|>eeted short ly in Macon. Eugene Chamhles, of Cedartown, possesses a violin over two hun dred years old. It is an old Italian instrument and has come through the family’ as an heirloom. The death of the New Yrok Sun publisher Isaac W. England, New York loses one of its most success ful and eminent journalists. He was an Instance of brain carried in to wealth. R. H. Newell, better known as Orpheus C. K her, who as a writer was once very popular,'is now brok en down, old and despondent His family have cast him off and he is obliged to see his manuscript once eagerly sought for, either coldly re jected or mutilated beyond recog nition. Gen Grant’s latest summer dream is a cottage on Mount McGregor, near Saratoga. Colonel Grant be lieves his father will be stronger this season than he was a ye ir ago. The main obstacle to his recovery is that one of his phyisiciaas will proabbly accompany him. If President Clevjl.md comes to Georgia he vvdl meet such a recep tion .if. lie deserves as the Chief Executive of the Nation. It should lie borne in mind, however, says the Savannah News, that he is not one of the men who like to be glop lied on ad nauseam. The Air Line train recently made the run from Charlotte to At lanta, 257 miles, in eight hours and twenty minutes. Mr Charles W. Rodgers, of New York, was on board and was in a hurry to get to Atlanta. He was so glad to get in on time that he gave the engineer and conductor five dollars apiece. Governor McDaniel has rejected all the bids f.r the new issue of Georgia bonds. The Wolfe bid was the most favorable,but the contrac tor wanted the bonds at once. This would have left a surplus of $3,000,- 000 in the State Treasury before the outstanding bonds were due, and such an accumulation would have been dangerous and unconsti tutional. Womankind is the same, large or small. Miss Lucia Zarate, the smallest midget in the world, who is to wed Gen. Mite next month, showed great skill in ‘landing’ the little General. When he was play ing around the hook, the young lady’s manager said Miss Lucia be gan to make love to the Albino boy and that settled the General’s busi ness very promptly. Professor Vamberg has arrived in London. He thinks that 8,000 Af ghan troops at Herat will suffice to prevent its capture by the Russians as the distance from A‘kaidad the terminus of the railway, to He rat is 450 miles, and being without military roads, is, therefore, impas sable for a large Russian army. The population of Herat is about 15,000, of whom about 12,000 are of Persian descent and speak the Persian tongue. They are not very friendly with the Afghans. A Washington special says that when Secretary Lamar took charge of the Interior department he found on his desk the names of fifteen persons who had been appointed in connection with the labor commis sion by Commissioner Wright. These appointments have to be confirmed by the Secretary—other wise they are worthless. Mr. La mar refused to confirm them until he had time to look into the matter. He has picked out half a dozen whom he will not confirm under any circumstances. The half doz en whom he opposes figured during last campaign as Republican ora tors and advocates of protection. About one-half of the total number would have spent the summer in Europe gathering statistics had not Secretary Lamar quietly veto ed the whole thing General Grant has received mes sages of remembrance, congratu- ation and sympathy from so many different sources that it has been next to impossible to acknowledge each seperately. Hence the Gener al sends the following for publica tion: To various army posts, .societies, cities, public schools, states, corpo rations and indvidnals, north and- south, who have been so kind as to send me congratulations on my six ty-third birthday, I wish to offer my grateful acknowlegements. 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