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The Newnan Herald. PUBLISHED EVERY TUESDAY. A. B. CATES, Editor and Publisher. mn or icmcnmos: One copy one year, in advance ... $1.50 If not paid in advance, the term, are 12.00 a year. A Club of nix allowed an extra copy. F.fty-two number*complete the volume. THE NEWNAN HERALD. WOOTTEX A CATES, Proprietors. -WISDOM, JUSTICE AND MODERATION. TERMS:— $1.50 per per year in Adraaee. VOLUME XX. NEWNAN, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, MAY 26,1885. NUMBER 32. The Newnan Herald. PUBLISHED EYEB? TUESDAY. UIIS or AOVEET181 One inch one vear, $10; a column one year, 1100; less time than three months, ILOO per inch for first insertion, and 50 cents additional for each subsequent in sertion. Notices in local column, ten cents per line for each insertion. Liberal arrange ments will be made with those advertis ing by the quarter or year. All transient advertisements most 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 arc alburn s, writtefi through Withgood or ill, with false or true. TIIE OLD BACHELOR. Alwut a little Magdalen. I was coming down Broadway in a great hurry to catch an up-town stage be fore all those ferry people blocked into it, when there she sat on a curli-stone, the wind blowing her yellow hair about and her poor lit tle hands blue with cold, crying as if her heart would break. I didn’t think the veriest savage could have helped stopping to ask her what the matter was, and I don’t call my: el f a savage, if I do happen to have my little ciusty fits now and then. So says I: “Child, what’s the matter?” “I’m lost,” says she. The poor little elf was fatherless, motherless, friendless, in all the wide world! Of course I took her home, and you ought to have seen old Hannah, my housekeeper, stare when I walked in with the yellow- haired baby clinging to the little finger of my left hand. For she wasn’t more than eight years old, and small at that! “I give you a month’s warning sir!” says Hannah. But, bless your soul! she didn’t go. Maggie took her heart by storm, as she always has done that of the rest of the world, and at the month’s end you couldn’t have hired Hannah to leave the child. Well, sir, she grew up as tall as a reed, and as pretty as a posey. I sent'her to Madame Aimard’s fash ionable French boarding school, for I wasn’t going to have iny Maggie a whit behind any one else’s girl, I can tell you. When she came home from the hoarding-school, sho was prettier than over—tall, as I said before, with yellow silky hair, great, shaily- looking blue eyes, with lashes that curled up at the ends, and cheeks as fresh and pink as I remember the inside of two big shells that used to .stand on my grandfather’s best- room mantle fifty good years ago. Ho I cast about in my mind to find some new plan for making the old house lively for my little girl. 1 knew she couldn’t thrive without her innocent gayeties, any more than a bird could without free air and sunshine; so I invited company and made up little impromptu par ties and frolics, and beat my brains for something to keep her amused. And I believo I succeeded, too, for her step was as light as a. feat her, and you could hear her sing all over the house when she thought she was alone. And one day old Hannah came in, dusting chairs and prying about for finger-marks on the paint in her odd, near-sighted way. “Mr. Pelham,” says she, rubbing away at a door-knob that was as bright before as hands could make it, “what would you say if we were to have a wedding in the old house ?” “A wedding!” 1 dropped my pen so that it made a big round blot on the paper, and stared. “Why, you’re not going to be married, Hannah, after all these years?” “Do I look like it?” sniffed Han nah, contemptuously—and, to tell the truth, she didn’t very much. “No, indeed, sir; I hope 1 know my place better than that. It’s Miss Maggie I’m thinking of, sir.” “What, makes you think so, Han nah ?” I asked rather dolorously, aud the old woman lowered her voice mysteriously as she answer ed: “It’s that Mr. Carlisle—he keeps coming all the time, and it’s my honest belief he just worships the ground my young lady walks on. He is very handsome, too, and folks tell me he’s worth money.” Mr. Carlisle! Well, old Hannah was right. He was a fine-looking fellow, and well-to-do in this world’s goods; but—who was there, after all worthy of my tall, gold-haired prin cess with the dewy blue eyes and the lips like scarlet coral newly plucked out of the sea? I began to hate Carlisle. “Pooh!” said I. “I don’t think she cares for Carlisle.” “Just you watch her, then, and see for yourself,” said old Hannah, wisely wagging her cap border. “1 never did set up for a prophet, Mr. Pelham, but them as isn’t blind can’t help seeing, and our eyes is given us to use.” So old Hannah went her way, leaving me about as uncomfortable as a man has any business to be. I think I hardly slgpt at all that night. I tossed to and iro on my pillow, counting the chimes of the old clock, as one by one it told the hours, thinking about Maggie and Carlisle, and wondering if the tardy daybreak would never redden over the hill-tops. But by that time my mind was made up. I would repress all those selfish ideas and only think of my girl’s ultimate happiness. If she liked Carlisle, why, Carlisle should have her. I rose, dressed, and went down to my study. The first thing I saw was a note lying on my library ta ble. Probably it had arrived late last night I broke the seal: it was from George Carlisle, asking per mission to address Miss Magdalen Pelham. Well—it was nothing more than I had expected—in fact, it rather ex pedited matters, which ought not to run too smoothly. I refolded the epistle and looked severely at’ my self in the opposite glass. “You middle-aged old fogy,” quoth I, starinv at myself with thessver- est expression of countenance I could call up at so short a notice, “I see through you. You have dared to supj>ose bright-eyed Magdalen could prefer you to these gay young fellows nearer her own age—you have even presumed to fall a little spice in love with her yourself. It will do you good to have some of the nonsense taken out of you. At .our time of life, too! Did you ever -ee a chestnut tree blossoming in November, or a grape-vine loaded with blue fruit at mid-winter?” So off 1 trudged into the garden where Magdalen always walked in the early morning, to tell her of joung Carlisle’s proposal. She listened, looking very pretty and preoccupied, until T had finish ed. “Well?”said she. “Well," I rejoined, “what do you say ?” “What do I say? No, of course!” “You mean yes,” my dear, said I, «‘if you’ll only take time to think.” “I mean no!” she flashed out. “Oh, Mr. Pelham, how can you think so basely of me?” “Basely, my dear ? I don’t com prehend you.” Shewas beginning to cry now— big, sparkling drops like the first glittering diamonds of a July show er. “I don’t love him. I never can love him.” “But why not, my dear?” “Because I love somebody else,” she sobbed, growing pinker and prettier than ever. “Who, is it, Maggie? You’ll tell me, won’t you ? Why, child,” as she shrank blushingly back, “I am old enough to be your father!” “You are not!” she exclaimed, in dignantly, and you are the last per son in the world I would tell.” “My darling, why not?” The enigmas these women are! Instead of answering me, she began to cry again, as if her dear little heart was going to break. And suddenly a great light flash ed in upon ray mind! “Magdalen! Darling! Is it me that you love?” . And in another moment she was laughing and crying on my breast! And that is the way I won this peerless rose among women to be my wife—and I don’t think she has ever regretted marrying the old man. HOW FRASK AND WILL ESCAPED. BY F. K. WADLEtGH. “Here, Frank! I say, Frank Les lie, come here a minute! shouted Jim Haley rather imperatively, as little Frank Leslie and his cousin. Will Carter, were running past the engine house, Jim’s lounging place, on their way home from school. “That’s Jim Haley calling you! Are you going to speak to him? Your father will scold you if you do—hut Jim’ll hit you if you don’t,” was Will’s whispered remark to Frank. “Well, what’s wanted ?” answered Frank, haltiug, but not exactly standing still. He was afraid of his father’s reprimand, and equally afraid not to answer Jim. This Jim Haley and his half doz en intimate friends were the worst boys in the whole town; they were always avoided by any one who re spected himself. “Why, Pat O’Connor, here, says that that big dog of Tom Kelley’s used to belong to your father. Is that the truth ?” asked Jim, quite peaceably. “Kelley’s dog Carlo, do you mean ? Yes, indeed, my father raised him from a pup; he had hardly got his eyes open when father brought him home.’ And in their eagern ss “to talk dog,” a topic beloved by every boy, Frank and Will quite uninten tionally drew a little nearer to the forbidden group. How many times did he bite any of you?” “Not once!” exclaimed Frank, with enthusiasm. “He’s a tip-top watch dog, but he never harms any one he knows. Mr- Kelley says he’s never had a chicken or an apple stolen since he had Carlo.” “That’s what I told Pat, and he bet me a dollar against a dime, that he was as cross to you two fellows as he is to us.” “It’s no such thing!” “Of course, I can take your word tor it, -but that will not settle our bet. Look here, let’s settle it now. We fellows will go along as far as old Kelley’s front gate, and then you call Carlo and prove to Pat that he isn’t cross to you.” In cooler moments Frank would have declined the proposal; he knew that dinner would be ready in five minutes, and as punctuality to meals was rigidly enforced by Mr, Leslie, he conld truthfully have ex cused himself from thus dallying on the way. In a few moments, Frank, Will and the group of half-grown loafers, stood in front of Mr. Kelley’s gate a whistle from Will was enough to bring Carlo to the side of his old master; he was unfeignedly glad to see them, and not only offered n o resistance to their caresses, but had plenty of his own to bestow. “Didn’t I tell you so ?” shouted Frank, with glee. “It’s all very well, out here in the street, hut you know he would act very differently if he was in the garden," grumbled Pat. “Indeed he wouldn’t? Just'come into the garden and see.” So, into the garden they trooped. Will and Frank were so busy fond ling Carlo that they did not notice four of the other boys slip away, >ne after another. The first thing that disturbed them was a yell and a scuffling of feet, as three or four of them took - to their heels, and a -udden grip on their collars, which was not at all comfortable. Three stalwart policemen sur rounded what was left of the party, including Jim Haley, Pat O’Con nor, and one of the worst of their congenial spirits, as well as Frank and Will. “Caught in the act this time!” one of the policemen exclaimed. “I heard you were planning a robbery here, and we’ve had our eyes on you all day. I think Judge Anderson will have a word for you, you young thieves!” Frightened as they were, Frank and Will now saw that the other three boys had their hands and pockets full of Mr. Kelley’s rarest plants, some torn up by the roots, others only broken and crushed, “Please, Mr. Foliceman, let Will and me go! We didn’t touch the flowers, we are not thieves! We were only playing with dear old Carlo,—wasn’t that all, Jim?” cried Frank. There is not always “honor among thieves;” neither Jim nor Pat utter ed a word of denial when the police man said: “Only keeping the dog quiet while your accomplices robbed the gar den? To Judge Anderson you’ll all go this minute, and if I don’t miss my guess you’ll have a nice ride in the Black Maria before long!” No tears or persuasions availed the least, and in a few moments the boys were before the Judge. It happened to be a very dull day in the Police Court, so Judge Anderson listened at once to the policeman’s story. “Caught in the act, were they?” the Judge said. “I am not sorry to have a short interview with these young scamps, they’ve been the ter ror of the neighborhood long -*nnugh. As for you, Jim Haley and Pat O’Connor, I have little mercy for you, you have been up before me too often, and I promise you a few weeks where you can’t study any more poisonous dime novels. And you—why, bless my soul! po liceman, you’ve surely made a mis take! Little Will Carter is in my laughter’s Sundfcy-scnool class, and it is not a month since I myself saw our minister present Frank Leslie with a prize for being the best be haved boy in our Sunday-school. What are they here for?” “Sure, sir, there’s no mistake; birds of a feather flock together, and I caught them all together,” was the reply. A few questions from the Judge elicited the whole story, even a con fession from Jim that the two little boys were used by him as an inno cent trap for Carlo, to keep the dog still while the others stole the plants. “Knowing your previous reputa tion as well as I do, Frank and Will, I dismiss your case at once. But bear this in mind: Y’ou cannot touch pitch without being defiled, and a man (or boy) is apt to be judged by the company he keeps. I must say I am surprised that your fathers have not warned you to have nothing to do with such boys as Jim Haley—.” “Please, Judge, he has. He has told us never to be seen with them,” Frank cried; and Will add ed: “My father told me never to even speak to them; but we forgot. And then all of us little fellows are afraid of those big boys; they lick us if we are not civil to them.” “Next time one of them troubles you, just let me know! But, after ail, which is the worst, to disobey your father, or to run the risk of a ‘licking?’ The latter harts worse just now; bat, boys, each disobedi ence, small as it may be, makes the next one come easier and easier, and no one knows where it may lead to. My colleague, Judge Brown, 1s a stranger to you; suppose he had been acting in my place to-dayT Your story might have not been be lieved by him, and think what a disgraceful panishment your diso bedience would have brought to you if you had been sent down with these rogues! Go home now, and hereafter choose your company a little more carefully; your good character clears you now, see that it remains with you through life.” The Arabian Arithmetical Puzzle. BY FRANK BELLEW. In the reign of Caliph Hanvsn Alchester there lived in the city of Grabag a poor scribe and minstrel called Singbad. One day, when the weather was very disagreeable, he was seated in his hut trying to write a joyous love-song, and was gett ing along slowly, with tears in his eyes and feeling very hungry, when sud denly there appeared before him a learned dervish named Edtomas, who opened his mouth and spoke to him, saying, “Oh, Singbad, why this air of sadness? why these tears?” To which Singbad replied, “Truly,, most learned dervish, I am sad for the reason that I have not tasted food all day, nor can I obtain any until I have finished a joyous bridal song.” “Well, look here, old friend,” said the dervish; “I have a first-rate puzzle, which will drive away your tears quicker than a wink.” Then Edtomas and Singbad sat down by the table, and Edtomas spread thereon ten square bits of card-board all in a row, each card bearing a number as represented by the upper row in our diagram. 123456 7.8 90 3456789012 6789012345 “Now,” said Edtomas, “I will turn these with their faces down, and you can remove any number of the cards, beginning at No. 1, and add them to the other end of the row, and I will tell you how many of the cards you have moved. You must, however, preserve the order of the numbers like this—5, 6, 7,8, 9, 0, 1 2, 3, 4. Before commencing, I should tell you that the first time I tell you how many you have moved is not, properly speaking, a part of the puzzle, for I shall look at the last card you lay down; but after that I think I will astonish you. Now, then, do as I have instructed you, and 1 will leave the room.” When Edtomas had gone, Sing bad removed two cards from the left to the right, as represented in the second row in our picture. The cards were placed face downward, so as to conceal the numbers, but for your guidance the numbers are represented on the two lower rows. When Edtomas returned to the room he turned over the last card, and saw that it was marked 2, *and he told Singbad that he had moved two cards. Of course there was nothing wonderful in that. Then he went out of the room again, and Singbad removed three cards from left to right, so that they were arranged as represented by the third row in our picture. When Edtomas was recalled to the room he at once walked up to the cards, and picked out the third one from the end of the row, and holding it up, said, “You have moved three cards.” Singbad was somewhat astonish ed, but thinking the selection might be merely a happy guess, begged his triend to retire once more. This time Singbad removed five cards from left to right, so that they stood just as they had done at first starting—1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 0. On returning to' the room Edtomas at once picked up the sixth card from the righthand end, and hold ing it up, said, “You have moved five cards”—which was correct. “Now,” said Edtomas, “I will show you how I perform the trick! When you first moved the cards I turned up the last one, and saw it was number 2. I then added one to this, which made three. I then knew that, however great a number of cards you might move, the third card from the last one you laid down would bear the number of the cards you had moved. The next time yon moved three cards, and I picked up the third card from the end, which was marked 3—the number of cards you had moved. I, of course, knew that the last card in the row was 5, because you had first moved two, and then three; so I added one to five, which made six, I then knew that the sixth card from the right- hand end would bear a figure repre senting the number of cards you had moved; this sixth card, as you know, was 5—the correct number. You have only to add one to the number of the last card, which, of course, you always know. Not more than nine cards most be mov ed at a time, unless the fact is stat ed thus: “I have moved more than nine; 1 or, I have moved more than eighteen.’ But there is no object gained in counting more than five or six.” Poor Singbad was so much inter ested in the puzzle that he forgot all his tears and troubles, and found himself in such good spirits that he at once sat down and wrote his joy ous bridal song. He received fifty shekels of silver for it, on which he and Edtomas, the dervish, fared sumptuously, and were happy. A Michigan Maiden’s Queer Fish. There was quite a sensation cre ated on Sullivan’s Island recently by the capture of a fish of a genus hitherto unknown in our waters. It was bleached by the waves and was taken by a party of ladies, who were unable to satisfy themselves as to what manner of fish it was un til one of the party, a lady from Michigan, now visiting the island and whose k nowledge of icthyology is by no means limited, threw light on the subject. The fish belongs to the species known as sea cucumber and to the genus holothuria. They are not rare by any means, the on ly remarkable feature of its capture being the locality in which it was found. The fish is indigenous to tropical waters and it is the first ev er caught in our harbor. In size it is about six inches long and is shaped very much like a cucumber from which it takes its name. It has neither fins nor feet, but swims by the motion of its body as an eel does, its body being very supple considering its bjiild. It has a large mouth whch is surrounded by a soft- frizzy fringe. It will eat at most anything and can be easily kept in an aquarium for years with proper attention. How The Chinese Get Small Feet. The process of binding is a gradu al one. From first to last bands ar3 wound around the tender feet to prevent their growth, but at first shoes are worn nearly as large as the natural size. In a year or so the shoes will have to be smaller, and as the feet decrease in size till they attain to 3 or 2}£ inches in length, so shoes are made to fit the lessened toot But oh! the suffering that goes with it. This never has been exaggerated in any account. Many a time have I heard my cous ins groan with pain as the tortures of binding were being undergone. Yet strange to say those girls would not have had exemption from the process ou any account. To be ranked as servants—working-girls— not they. The Chinese young lady chooses to be fashionable even though she undergo torture for sev eral years and incur helplessness for life. Rare Coins. King Frederick William IV. of Prussia died on the 2nd of January 1861. but before his death a number of thaler pieces, bearing his effigy and the date 1861, had been issued from the Berlin mint. On the acces sion of King William new thalers were coined and put into circulation and the others were gradually call ed in. By the end of last year all the Frederick William thalers of 1861, save about fifty, had been re turned and defaced, and the re maining specimens are now con sequently very scarce. Making due allowance for losses and delib erate destruction, it is considered probable that not more than a score of these curiosities are at the pres ent moment in existence. No oth er coins of Frederick William IV. bear the date 1861. There are not many parallel instances, for of course it does not often happen that a sovereign dies so early in the year. Too Common for Her. First Servant Girl—Why, Mary, you haven’t your sealskin sacque on to-day; what is the matter ? Sec ond Servant Girl—I’ve sold it. F. S. G. Sold it? Good gracious, what caused you to do that? S. S. G Well, they are becoming altogether too common; the missus has just bought her one. - •‘Say, Bob, you’re ‘out’ with Miss Parsons, ain’t you ?” “Yes, Joe.” “What happened ?” “She’s experimenting too lavish ly- “Experimenting? What at?” “Trying to cure freckles by eating ice cream.” “Well, why ought you to care?” “O, I don’t, provided it’s at some other fellow’s expense. It was costing me a dollar and a half a freckle.” Miss Miggs—“I hope, my dear, that you don’t go to the theater alone.” Estelle—“No, indeed. I never think of going unless I am chape roned.” Mias Miggs—“Unless you are what?” Estelle—“Chaperoned.” Mias Miggs—“That’s the way with me. I always like to have a chap around.” . KITCHEN ECONOMY. Interesting Tests Made by the Woven; meat Chemist. Dr. Edward G. Love, the Analytl al Chemist for the United States fovernment, has made some inter sting experiments as to the com parative value of baking powders. Dr. Love’s tests were made to de •ermine what brands are the most economical to use, and as their ca pacity lies in their leavening power, tests were directed solely to ascer tain the available gas of each pow der. Dr. Love’s report gives the ‘ollowing, Name of the Strength: Baking Powders. Cubic Inch. Gas per each ounce of powder. Royal (absolutely pure] 127.4 Patapsco [alum powder] 125.2* Rumford’s [phosphate] fresh 122.5* Ruraford’s [phosphate] old .. .32.7* Hanford’s None Such, fresh... 121.6 Handford’s None Such, old... .84.35 Redhead’s 117.0 Charm [alum powder] 116.9* Amazon [alum powder] 111.9* Cleveland’s [short weight;%oz]. 110.8 Seam Foam 107.9 Czar 106.8 Dr. Price’s 102.6 Snow Flake [Groff’s. St.PauI] , 101.88 Lewis’ Condensed 98.2 Congress yeast 97.5 Pearl 93.2 C. E. Andrews & Co’s [contains alum] 78.17* Heckeris 92.5 Gil let’s 84.2 Bulk .80.5 *In his report the Government Chemist says: “I regard all alum powders as very unwholesome. Phosphate and Tartaric Acid jtowders liberate their gas too freely in process of baking, or under varying climatic changes suffer deterioration.” Dr. H. A. Mott, the former Gov ernment Chemist, after a careful and elaborate examination of the various Baking Powders of com merce, reported to the Government in favor of the,Royal Brand. The American Agriculturist for June. This is another of the surpassing ly excellent numbers of this valua ble periodical, of which each num ber is a delightful surprise to the reader. The illustrations are most attractive, highly artisic and at the same time practically useful. The title page picture, by Bennett, is a striking group of cows and a calf at a watering trough. A vig nette plate entitled “June” by Fol som is a warm and sunny grouping of rural scenes. Three prominent breeds of non-sitting fowls,Leghorn, Crevecceurs, Ind Houdans, are dis cussed and beautifully represented. The Polish Swans of the Central Park form the subject of an instruc tive article and of a picturesque en graving. An article on Carrier Pig eons is illustrated by a portrait of the Champion Huming Bird of Eng land, a silver-dun Antwerp. Two fine horse portraitswill gratify horse men. As usual this number is re plete with handy devices for saving labor, and brief but useful hints up on hundreds of topics. It contains an admirable Barn Plan by D. W. King illustrations of flowers and plants of the highest beauty and ac curacy; an article by Rev E. P. Roe on the “Profit in Small Fruits near Large Cities;” and convenient and tasteful objects of utility or decora tion in the household; while for the boysand girls there is a rare treat in a story by R. M. Stewart about Water and its Ways. “The Doctor” talks about Indian Corn and there is a clever conceit in the personifi cation of “Will-o’-the-Wisp.” Year ly subscription $1.50: single number 15 cents. 751 Broadway, New York. Demorest’s Illustrated Monthly Magazine for June contains a great deal that will interest its readers. 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