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Newspaper Page TextThe Newsak Herald. PUBLISHED EVERY TUESDAY. A. B. CA1 £S, Editor and Publisher. THE NEWNAN HERALD. The Newnan Herald. PUBLISHED EVERT TUESDAY. teimk or *ihmbihi«s O.ie copy one year, in advance $1.50 If not paid in advance, the term, are $2.00 a year. A Club of six allowed an extra copy. Kifty-tw mumiiereeornplete the volume. WDOTTEX t CATES, Proprietor.. -WISDOM, JUSTICE AND MODERATION. TERRS:..$1.50perper year in Advance. VOLUME XX. NEWNAN, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, JUNE 30,1885. Ourllvr** arealLurn*, written through Wfthfc<wxi or ill, with false- or true. FORTUNE HUNTING. “So you have really engaged your self to he married, my love?” “Yes, Mrs. Townsend.” Francesca Vere looked up a little defiantly into the(juiet, elderly face of the lad.' who sat opposite to her. Just nineteen, with soft hair, touch ed with sunny (fold; eyes of th feepest blue, and a fair, oval face, pight with the velvety bloom of '«trly youth, she was the very incar- "irfSflon and embodiment of happy maidenhood, as she stood leaning agaiast the window, her dress of blue cashmere sweeping the velvet carpet, and a mist-like shawl of white Shetland wool drooping from her shoulders. An orphan and an heiress, endowed, moreover, with the rare gift of beauty, it is not strange if Francesca was a little spoiled, yet. there was something very sweet and winning in her very "willfulness. “And to Fiske Kgerton?” went on Mrs. Townsend, gravely. “Yes, to Fiske Egerton,” Frances ca answered, playing a little ner vously with the fringe of her shawl, while a deeper color crept into her cheek. “My dear, you are doing a very serious thing!” “Yes, ma’am, I know it; out it’s a u ay girts have o( getting engngi d and married!” Francesca said with an arch glance at her mentor. “Francesca, you mustn’t jest about this matter,” said Mrs. Townsend, earnestly. “1, am your mother’s earliest friend, and, as such, I feel it at once a duty and a privilege to counsel you at this most important stage of your life. Tell me about this fin nee of yours.” “lie is very handsome, very styl ish, very agreeable,” said Frances ca,"eagerly. “Is he rich?” “No; h-it,pardon me, 1 know what you would say. lie is no fortune hunter; he loves me for myself a’one!” She had Hushed crimson as she spoke. “I hope you are right, my love,” said Mrs. Townsend; “hut, to tell you the truth, I have heard less favorable accounts of this young man.” “Then you have listened to the false charges of some envious ene my,” interrupted Francesca, with sparkling eyes; “please do not re peat them to me. I could not bear them calmly, even from you, dear Mrs. Townsend, knowing, as Ido, their utter untruth!” And good Mrs. Townsend took her leave, pondering rather sadly to herself upon the impossibility of putting old heads upon young shoulders, while Francesca sat down in the shadows of the satin window curtains to dream of the bright future before her, and assure herself, over and over again, of her blessedness in being the recipient of Fiske Egerton’s love. Meanwhile the last engagement upon the tapis of fashionable life was being discussed in the reading- room of a popular Fifth avenue club. “Egerton engaged to marry Miss Vere! Nonsense—there’s not a word of truth in it!” exclaimed Harry Morton, indignantly, as the floating on dit reached his ears. ‘But I teli you it is true, for I my self saw the engagement diamond on her Anger, and Fiske told me so!” “Then all I have to say is that he ; a great scamp!” “I don’t doubt that fact at all,” laughed the companion; “but, nev ertheless, he has made a good thing of it tiiis season. Francesca is the richest girl out, and a very pretty •one, into the bargain!” As Harry Morton stood gazing out of the club window at the gavly dressed throng of pedestrians that flowed to and fro., like contending currents on the pavement below, his thoughts were far away, beneath the rose garland eaves of an old farm house, in the golden glow of the summer that was gone, where a dark-eyed girl was watching the wiudings of the road with feverish impatience for Fiske Egerton’s coming piesenee, while he, the true lover of years, the earnest, deep- hearted suitor, was utterly slighted and forgotten. “Can he have broken with my cousin Elfrida?” he thought; “and so soon ? I will go down to Wil low Hill and discover for myself!” The western windows of the old fariv/house ait Willow Hill were all ablaze with the dying glow of the chill winter sunset when Harry Morton arrived at his uncle’s honse. Elfrida was si ting at the fireside, her face paler than of old, and an expression almost akiu to despair in the melting black eyes, whose beauty gave a dark Spanish type to her whole face. “JElfrida,” he said, embracing the first opportunity of being alone with her, “when have you heard from Egerton V “Not in some time. I sup|>ose he is very busy!” “Very, indeed, I have no doubt.” Morton’s lips curled ironically. “So your engagement is broken off?” “Broken off! Never!” Flfrida’s flushed cheek grew pale as ashes. “You don’t mean to say that he is still your plighted lover?” “Certainly he is!” “My poor Klfrida, do you not know that he is engaged to marry the richest heiress of the season in New York?” “I do not believe it! Oh, Harry, Harry, t>eware how you deceive me!” wailed Elfrida; “it is not true —it never can he true!” “His engagement ring sparkles upon her finger; he is her constant cavalier; it is the talk of the whole city! Oh, Elfrida, do not look so white and agonized—he was never worthy of your love.” “Stop a minute, Harry, said the girl passing her hand, in a bewilder ed sort of way, across her forehead. “Let me realize wh.it yon are telling me. Fiske Egerton is a vidian. I am deserted for one who hears the magic wand of wealth. And she ?” “She is one of the sweetest girls I ever knew—worthy to be a mon arch’s bride.” “Then she cannot know—” ■ “Of this previous love-making of tier precious swain. Of coarse she does not know it. Francesca Veie is too noble and true-hearted a girl to accept her happiness at the cost of another’s blighted life.” “She must he undeceived, Harry. When do you return to the city?” “To-morrow.” “I will go with you. My friend Vlrs. Clare will gladly receive me for a day or two.” “I shall be as you wish, Elfrida.’’ And Harry Morton asked no further questions on the subject, al though he could readily conjecture what was in her mind. Miss Vere was surprised, a day or two afterward, to receive a visit from her friend. Mrs. Clare, accom panied by a tall, slender young la dy, whose dark eyes seemed to glow beneath her veil like two coals of fire. “Miss Dale was very anxious to make your acquaintance, Frances ca,” said Mrs. Clare, after she had introduced the stranger; so I ven tured to bring her with me.” Francesca held out her soft little hand with a smi e of welcome and >ne or two gracious words, but FI- frida merely inclined her head. “Miss Vere,” she said abruptly, “is the rumor true that you are engag ed to he married to Mr. Fiske Eger ton ?’" Miss Vere looked astonished, hut she answered in the affirmative. “Excuse me,” said Elfrida, with a hard, bitter laugh, “but- I an un sophisticated little country girl. How many ladies is it allowable for New York gentlemen to be engag ed to at the same time?” “I do not understand you,” Fran cesca said, growing scarlet and then pale. “Because,” added Miss Dale, “Mr. Egerton has been my affi meed hus band for the last six months!” Francesca glanced involuntarily down at the diamond glittering on her forefinger. Miss Dale saw the movement of her eye, and drawing >ff her own glove held up a slender finger circled by a plain band ot gold, where a ruby glowed like a crystalized drop of blood. “I too, have an engagement ring,” she said, bitterly’. “Look!” She drew it off, and on the under side Miss-Vere could read in tiny engraven characters: “Fiske Egerton to Elfrida Dale, July 4, IS—.” “I can show you his letters, too,” added Elfrida; “I brought them to the city with me lest this ring and my unaided word should scarcely prove strong enough testimony." “It is enough!” Francesca’s voice sounded strangely hard and metal lic. “You need say no more.” “Nay,” interrupted Elfrida Dale, more softly, “it was not to break your heart that I unveiled the char acter of the man we have both been rash enough to love, hut rather to save you from a fate too terrible to contemplate—marriage to a false hearted villian! We are sufferers together, Miss Vere; let me take your hand in mine!” Francesca clasped the proffered palm in her own, and drawing El frida Dale close to her kissed her lips. Sorrow-had indeed made them sisters. “Do not go,” she said. “Stay here yet a little while.” “What are you going to do?” “I have sent for Mr. Egerton to come here at once. Do yon dread meeting him?” “Only as I would dread contact with a loathsome reptile or a deadly viper. Love in my heart has died out, utterly and entirely.” Francesca’s lip quivered slightly. “ Vou are brave. -Perhaps I, too, shall learn the lesson in time.” Mrs. Clare looked on at the strange JONE PEEP WAS ENOTJGE scene being enacted before her, scarcely able to believe that it was not a dream. Presently the servant advanced noiselessly into the room, and an nounced in a voice hardly above his breath: “Mr. Egerton!” And Fiske Egerton folio .red him a tall, handsome young man, with a conceited way of carrying his head and a confident air, as if quite cer tain of the irresistibility of his own charms. “Francesca, my darling, you sent for me,” he said, bending over her hand. “Yes, I sent for you!” Mr. Egerton looked expectant. “An old friend of yours is visiting us. I wished you to meet her face to face.” She motioned to Elfrida to ad vance, and the next moment Mr. Fiske Egerton stood confronted with the girl whom he hail so heart- essly jilted for a more advan- ageous match. “Elfrida Dale!” He grew pale as t sheet of paper. “What on earth brings you here?” “The determination to expose .■ou!” Elfrida answered, calm as a statue, while a slight scornful curve rested momentarily upon her upper lip. “You are unmasked, Fiske Egerton! Hereafter, have the good ness to remember that it is not al ways safe to play a double game!” “Francesca!” exclaimed Egerton, turning to the heiress, as if deter mined to cling to the last straw of hope. But she drew haughtily hack. “No longer Francesca to you, if you please, Mr. Egerton. Leave my presence, and never let me look upon your face again.” And that was the end of Mr. Fiske Egerton’s finely-woven web of falsehood and duplicity. The heir ess was lost, irretrievably and for ever. Elfrida Dale became happy once tgain as the beloved and cherished wife of Harry Morton, and in the course of time Francesca Vere wed- led a suitor far worthier of her love than the handsome, heartless fortune-hunter; bus Mr. Fiske Eger- :on is still a seedy, shabby gentle man about town, hoping against hope that, some day he may marry rich. “I dare say,” returned the post- mistress, ‘^Uilliomo «a nnt hie 1*001 It Broke Her Down. In one of the justice courts the itherdaya farmer was defendant in a case of assault and battery; the plaintiff had no witnesses, while the defendant had his wife and the plaintiff’s lawyer made up his mind that it was a gone ease. He was bracing up, however, to do his best when the charge was read to the defendent. The wife was Iceply interested in every phrase, ind her face changed from sober to serious, and from serious to hor- •or as the reading went on. “Did then and there and with nalice aforethought beat, wound, irui.se, assault and greatly damage “Hold on!” she cried at this mint—“my husband never did that n his life! I was right there and iawitall. All he diil was to jump rat of the wagon and hit him a clip m the left eye and knock him into ;he ditch!” “That’ll do—there! there!” put in ler husband’s lawyer, hut she went ;li: “ He just hit him once and only once and I will swear to it!” Half an hour later, alter her hus band had paid $12 fine and costs the woman was heard to sigh: “I’in sorry, John, but when they went on with that beating and pounding and malice and afore thought I was sure you’d be sent to prison and it broke me down. You can sell my cow this fall to make up for this.” She was decorating the room with pictures and she perched his photo up on the topmost nail. Then she sat down to admire her work and remarked quietly: “Every thing is lovely and the goose hangs high!” An English lady who had been In the far East was told that Hindoo girls are taught to think of mar riage as soon as they can talk. She replied, “French girls are not. They do not require teaching.” u A\ e FinD,” tellingly remarks, an editor whose compositors have struck, “tyA$ jae caN Get oxt owr peyor withant thn aid of af ony of these bes^y onion combosntois.” There is nothing in the world like self-reliance. A lady teacher in & public school was amazed, the other day, by seeing a forest of juvenile Hands fly up in the air and shake and ges ticulate wildly. “What do you want?” inquired the puzzled in structor. Chorus-. “Yer hairs is fal ling off.” Always speak the truth. Make few promises. Live up to your en gagements. All places have their peculiarities; now that of Dalton was discourse— that species of discourse, which Johnson’s Dictionary entitles “con versation on whatever does not con cern ourselve .” Everybody knew what everyone did, and a little more. Eatings, drinkings, wakings, sleepihgs, walkings talkings, say ings, doings—all were for the good of the public; there was not such a thing as a secret in the town. There was a story of Mrs. Mary Smith, an ancient dame who lived on an annuity, and boasted the gen tility of a back and front parlor, that she once asked a few friends to dinner. The usual heavy antece dent half-hour passed quite pleas antly; for Mrs. Mary’s widows over looked the market place, and not scrag of mutton could leave it unob served; so that the extravagance or the meanness of the. various buyer s furnished a copious theme for dia logue. Still, in spite of Mr. A.’s pair of fowls, and Mrs B.’s round of beef, the time seemed long, and the guest found hunger growing more potent than curiosity. They waited and waited; at length the fatal dis covery took place—that in the hur ry of observing her neighbor’s din ners, Mrs. Smith hail lorgetten to order her own. It was in the month of March that an event happened which put the whole town in commotion—the arrival of a stranger, who took up his abode at the White Hart: not that there was anything remarkable about the stranger; he was a plain middle aged, respectable looking man, and the nicest scrutiny (and heaven knows how narrowly he was watched) failed to discover anything odd about him. It was ascertained that he rose at 8, break fasted at 9, ate two eggs and a piece of broiled bacon, 3at in his room at the window, read a little, wrote a little, and looked out upon the road a good deal; and then he strolled out, returning home, dined at smoked two cigars, read the morn ing paper (for the post came in of an evening), and went to bed at 10. Nothing coulilhe more regular oi unexcetionable than his habits; still it was most extraordinary what could have brought him to Dalton. There were no chalybeate springs, warranted to cure every disease under the sun; no ruins in the neighborhood, left expressly for an tiquarians and picnic parties; no fine prospects, which, like music, people make it matter of conscience to admire; no celebrated person had ever been born or buried in its environs; there were no races, no assizes—in short, there was “no nothing.” It was not even summer; so country air and fine weather were not the inducements. The stranger’s name was Mr. Williams, but that was the extent of their knowledge; and, shy and silenti there seemed no probability of learn ing anything more from himself. Conjecture, like Shakespeare, “ex hausted worlds, and then imagined new.” Some supposed he was hid ing from his creditors, others that he had committed forgery, one sug gested that he had escaped from a madhouse, a second that he had killed some one in a duel, hut all agreed that he came there for no good. It was the twenty-third of March when a triad of gossips were assem bled at'their temple, the post office. The affairs oi Dalton and the Na tion were settled together; news papers were slipped from their cov ers, and not an epistle but yielded a portion of its contents. But on this night all attention was concen trated upon one directed to John Williams. Esq., at the White Hart, Dalton.” Eagerly was It compress ed in the long fingers of Mrs. Mary Smith, of dinnerless memory; the fat landlady of White Hart was on tiptoe to peep, while the postmis tress, whose curiosity took a sem blance of official dignity, raised a warning hand against any other overtact- of violence. The paper was closely folded, and closely writ ten in a cramped and illegible hand; suddenly Mrs. Mary Smith’s look grew more intent--she had succeeded in deciphering a sen tence. the letter dropped from her hand “Oh, the monster !” shrieked the horrified peeper. Landlady and postmistress both snatched at the terrible scroll, and they suc ceeded in reading the following words: “We will settle the matter to-morrow at dinner, but I am sor ry you persist in poi-oning your wife, the Horror is too great.” Not a syllable more could they make oat, but what they had was enough, “He told me,” gasped the landlady, “that he expected a lady and gentle man to dinner—oh the villain! to think of poisoning any lady at the White Hart; and his wife, too—I should like to see my husband pois oning me!” Our hostess became quite personal in her indignation. I always thought there was some thing suspicious about him: people don’t come and live where nobody knows them tor nothing,” observed Mrs. Mary Smith. Williams is not his real name.” “I don’t know that,” interrupted the landlady;“Williams is a good hanging name; there was Williams who murdered the Marr family, and Williams who burked all those poor dear children; I dare say he is some relation of theirs; but to thins of his coming to the White Hart— it’s no place for his doings, I can tell him ; he shan’t poison his wife in my house; out he goes this night —I’ll take the letter to him my self.” “Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be ru ined, if it hecomes known that we took a look into his letters:” and the postmistress thought in her heart that she had hotter let Mr. Williams poison his wife at his leisure. Mrs. Mary Smith, too, rep robated any violent measures; the truth is, she did not wish to be mix ed up in the matter; a gentlewoman with an annuity and a front and back parlor was rather ashamed of being detected in such close inti macy with the postmistress and the landlady. It seemed likely that poor Mrs. Williams would be left to her miserable fate. “Murder will out,” said the land lord, the following morning, as he mounted the piebald pony, which, like Tom Tough, had seen a deal of service, and hurried off in search of Mr. Crampton, the nearest magis trate. Their perceptions were assisted by brandy and water, he and his wife had sat up long pAst “the witching hour of night,” deliberating on what line of conduct would be most effi cacious in preserving the life of the unfortunate Mrs Williams; and the deliberation was to fetch the justice and have the delinquent taken into custody at the very dinner table which was intended to be the scene of his crime. “He has ordered soup to-day for the first time; he thinks he could slip poison into the liquid. There he goes; he Iqoks like a man that. hAs something on his con science,” pointing to Mr. Williams, who was walking up anil down at his usual slow pace. Two o’clock arrived, and with a black chaise; out of it stepped, sure enough, a la dy and gentleman. The landlady’s pity redoubled—such a pretty j young ri-;if.u.-e, not above nineteen. “I see how it is,” thought she, “the old wretch is jealous.” All efforts to catch her eye were in vain, the dinner was ready and down they sat. The hostess of the White Hart looked alternately out of the window, like sister Ann, to see if any one was coming, and to the table to see what was doing. To her dismay she observed the young lady lifting a spoonful of broth to her mouth! She could restrain herself no longer; but catching her' hand exclaimed: “Poor, dear innocent, the soup is poisoned!” All started from the table in con fusion, which was yet to be increas ed. A bustle was heard in the pas sage; in rushed a whole party, two of whom, each catching an arm, of Mr. Williams, pinioned them to his seat “I am happy, madam,” said the little, bustling magistrate, “to have been under heaven the instrument of preserving your life from the ne farious designs of that disgrace to humanity.” Mr. Crampton paused in conse quence of three wants—want of words, breath, and ideas. “My life!” ejacuated the astonish ed lady. “Yes. madam, the ways of Provi dence are inscrutable—the vain cu riosity of three idle women has been turned to good account.” And the eloquent- magistrate proceeded to detail the process of inspection to which the fatal letter had been subjected; but when he came to the terrible words, “We will settle the matter to-morrow at dinner; but I am sorry you persist in poisoning your wife,” he was interrupted by bursts of laughter from the gentle man, from the injured wife and even from the prisoner himself. One fit of merriment was followed by another, till it became contagi ous, and the very constables began to laugh too. “I can explan all,” at last spoke the visitor. “Mr. Williams came here for that quiet so necessary for GENERAL NEWS. the laborers of genius: he is writing a melodrama called ‘My Wife’—he submitted the la3t act to me, and I rather objected to the poisoning of the heroine. This young lady is my daughter, and we are on our way to the seacoAst Mr. Williams is only wedded to the Muses. The disconcerted magistrate shook his head, and mattered some thing about theaters being very immoral. ‘Quite a mistake, sir,” said Mr. Wil liams. “Our soup is cold; hut our. worthy landlady roasts fowls to a turn—we will have them and the veal cutlets up, you will stay and dine with us—and, afterward, I shall be proud to read ‘My Wife aloud, in the hope of your approval atleast,of your indulgence”—and with the same hope, I bid farewell to my readers. W. P. Hill of Troup county, nephew ..f Hon B. II. ID!!, afti examination has been admitti d c ■ the | r ictice of law in the Fuli< •Superior Cou’t. The coniniittei ■peak in the highest terms of him The reports of suffering in Vir ginia appear to lie exaggerated. A special from Richmond stys that in response to enquiries made by telegraph at all i mportant points in southwest Virginia, the reports are that while the grain crops are very close no suffering preyails. The Atlanta Journal is right the following: Count Taafe, the Aim r can minister for foreign af fairs, objects to the a •pooiutinent of Charles Jon as, of Racine, Wis., as consul to Prague. He says that while editing a paper in Ricine, Mr. JonAs gave expressions to sen timent hostile to Austria. Well, let Austria understand at once that we want none of her taf fy. We hope that our government will promptly teach this arrogant, hidebound Austrian aristocrat that a free born American citizen has a right to express whatever opinion he pleases about Austria or Tiin- buctoo, or anything or anybody, without asking anybody’s permis sion, or running the risk of being deprived of the privilege of hold ing an office under our govern ment. Bedioe’s or Bedlow’s Islan 1, New York, where the Liberty stature is to be erected, has a cu rious history, which makes it an appropriate place for u memorial to liberty. Its own -r was Mr Isaac iedlow, an I in Ii>70 the governor if the state issued an instrument, declaring that for and in consider ation of valuable improvements made by Mr. Bedlow on his island it should in the future be known ms Love Island, anil should be a privileged place, where no ar rest could be made or warrant serv ed, except by special consent of the Governor. The people did not take to the change of n line; the island continued to he known as Bedlow’s and this has been in recent time misspelled Bedloe. In looking up the history of the island, deeds were found to the most valuable part of New Yor-k, on both sides of Broadway, which was sold to Isaac Bedlow about two hundred years ago for one dollar an dere. There is a growing fear in well informed circles tnat trouble is looming up in Afghanistan. Russia is continually picking up little oc- curances here anil there on the bor der of the disputed territory, and making them matters of complaint, seemingly for no other purpose than to enlarge her grievances and keep them before the eyes of Europe. The Russian officials now protest against the fortifying of Herat, and the massing of troops by the ameer on the frontier of Turkestan, asserting that this dis play of military vigor by Afghan istan at the present moment is un called for and ha3 the appearance of direct menace toward Russia. A mild warning is also conveyed to the ameer that he and his offi cers should exercise a little judg ment in regard to their military maneuvers, and should not try the temper of the Russian troops in the disputed territory too severely, as did the Afghan commander at Pen- jdeh recently. This series of bickerings on the part of Russia has created a feel ing that she is endeavoring to ob tain a plausible excuse for a quar rel with the Afghans, and very few persons in London would he sur prised if Russia took advantage of the present political deadioek in England to make another move forward, at least as far as Herat. Judge Twiggs, counsel for Wil liam S. Roberts, ex-Presidenl of the Bank of Augusta, says the Savannah News, was at the Scriv- en House yesterday. He says that Roberts is still confined to his bed and very weak. The gash in his throat heals so slowly that scarcely any improvement is per ceptible. Judge Twiggs was called a very few moments after Roberts cut his throat. He describes the gash as a frightful one,extending from ear to ear. The blade struck the bone and turned aside from the jugular vain. Had it not been for this the wound would have been fatal. The Judge fears a more successful attempt rather than be taken to New York. The decision of the court in remanding him to the New York court worries him a great deal, and retards his recovery. As soon as Judge Speer granted the order directing Marshal Wade to take charge of Mr. Roberts and report his physical condition from time to time, Judge Montgomery, his counsel, with the energy and dispatch which hAs characterized the defence in this remarkable case left for Alabama where Jndge Woods was ana presentented to him papers already prepared, ask ing an appeal of the CAse to the Su preme Court of the United State- Judge Woods promptly allowed the appeal RATES OP ABTEKTUI One inch one vesr,$10; a column one year, $100; leas time than three months, $1.00 per inch for first insertion, and 50 centa additional for each subsequent in sertion. Notices in local column, ten cents per line for each insertion. Libera! arrange ments will be made with those advertis ing by the quarter or year. All'transient advertisements mnst be paid for when handed in. Announcing candidates, Ac., $8.00 strictly m advance, il U Jit* El K of. Address all communications to A. B. CATES, Newnan, Ga. 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The Newnan herald. (Newnan, Ga.) 1865-1887, June 30, 1885, Image 1