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VOLUME XXI.
NEWNAN, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 10, 1886.
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Our lives are albums, written through
With good or-ill. with false or true.
THE MESSAGE OF LIFE.
Twenty years ago I was one of
many witnesses of a scene that ha«
left upon my memory an impress
perhaps deeper than that of any
■other occurrence of that stirring
time. The sequel of the story, whicli
I learned some months afterward,
is parrated here with the principal
event; and both together deserves
a larger audience than any that has
yet heard them, because they touch
the heart and arouse those feelings
of sympathy which make the whole
world kin.
It was in February, 1865. I was;,
staff officer of a division of the Un
ion army stationed about Winches
ter, Virginia; and military opera
tions being then practically ovei
in that r gion, I had succeeded i
getting leave of absence for twent;
days. The time was short cnougl .
at best, for one who hud been Ion;
absent. Iron) family and friends, unr
two days were to be consumed eael
way in getting to and from tm
northern home. I lost no time in
making the first stage of my jour
ney, which was a brief one, from
Winchester to Harper’s Ferry, l>y
rail.'
Reselling the latter place alter
dark, 1 found-to my great disap
pointment, that the lastAruin that
day for Baltimore had left an hour
before, and that the next train
would start at five o’clock on the
following morning.
There was no difficulty in finding
a lodging, poor as it was; but there
was trouble in getting out of
it as early as I wished.
Previous experience warned me
that the state of agreeable excite
ment «nd anticipation that possess
ed me that night was not favorable
t« sleep; and fearing a heavy slum
ber in the early hours of the morn
ing, when I should at- last lose my
self, I gave a small reminder to the
negro servant, and received his sol
emn promise that, he would arouse
me at 4 o’clock.
The result was exactly what I
feared. In a most exasperating co •-
dition of wakefulness I lay until it
seemed certain that the night must
be half-gone; but an examination of
my watch by the light of a match
showed that the hour was but a few
minutes past ten. Is there any
thing more annoying than tl e inef
fectual effort to sleep, when nature
is fairly crying out for sleep? Ev-
ery noise of the night came to me
with the most painful distinctness;
the harking ol a dog, the tramp of a
body of soldiers as they went their
rounds, relieving guard, the laugh
and song of some boisterous revel
ers, and even the musical ripple of
the Shenandoah river just below
me.
i he long and vivid story of what
had happened to me since last leav
ing home passed through my
thoughts—and only added to their
excitement. All the wise remedies
for insomnia that occurred to me
were successively tiied—and foun<|
wanting. Again my watch was con
suited; it marked 11:30. Twice af
ter this I heard the guard relieved;
so that it must- have been later than
2 o’clock when sleep visited my
weary eyes. A rude disturbance at
my door awakened me, and I be
came dimly conscious of the voice
el the negro outside.
“NVhat is it?” I cried, testily’.
“What do you wake me up fur, at
this time of night?”
“Deed, sah, Ise sorry; ’pon my
honah,*! is, sah! but detrain hab
done gone dese two hours.”
It was even so. Broad daylight—
7 o’clock in the morning—the train
gone, and no chance to get out o!
Harper’s Ferry till twelve more
precious hours of my leave had pas
sed—this was the unpleasant situa
tion to which I awoke upon that
dreary February morning. To make
the best of it, is the true philosophy
of life; in fact, it is folly to do any
thing else; but huikAi nature will
assert itself, and I grumbled all t<
myself that morning, as most of iny
readeis would have done in my
place. Breakfast .over, 1 strolled
around the queer old place, not to
( see its sights, for they were very
familiar to me, but to merely while
away T the time. Of all the places in
this land where man has made his
bV'^-ti-'n, none is more remarka-
b. • u-.,«i ts natural situation than
cramped and circumscribed in ev-
■ cry direction.
I went back to the hotel after an
hour’s stroll, wrote some letters,
read all the newspapers I could find
about the place, and shortly after 11
o’clock went out again. This time
mv ear was greeted with the music
of a band, playing a slow march.
Several soldiers were walking brisk
ly past, and I inquired of them i!
there was to be a military funeral.
“No,sir,”oneof them repIied;“uot
exactly. It is an execution. Tw<
deserters from one of the artillery
regiments here are to be shot upon
Bolivar Heights. Here they come”'
The solemn strains of the musie
were heard near at hand, and the
cortege moved into the street where
we stood, and wound slowly up th>
hill. First came the band, then Gen
oral Stevenson, the military eom-
miihderof the. post, and his staff;
then the guard preceding and fob
lowing an ainbul nee, in whicl
.verc the condemned men. A whoh
regineiit followed, marching by
latloons, with reversed arrn-,'i>ak
:ig in the whole a spectacle thai
.vhieh nothing can be more solemn
Close behind it came, as it seem
•<! to me, lie- entire p pulation o
Harper’s Ferry; a motley crowd o
several thousand, embracing sol
diers off duty, camp-followeis, ne
groes, and what not. It was a raw
damp day, not a ray of sunlight had
yet penetrate ! the thick clouds, ano
un i rfoot- was a thin coating o
,now. Nature seemed in sympathy
v ith the misery of the occasion.
The spot selected for the dreadful
Stevenson at his headquarters, and! A FORTUNATE MISTAKE.
after introducing myself, and refer-
ring to the morning’s scene on Bol- J u fhisis a pretty piece ofnusine ss.
ivar Heights, I ventured frankly to j * mus * SH Y- Here I am, just on th
Here the Potomac and the Shen
andoah un'je and break through tlu
•ofty bar rap - ot the Blue Ridge; and
Harper’s Ferry, located at the point
of their confluence, is environed by
lofty mountains, up the steep side
of one of which the village seems t»
clamber and cling for support
From the lofty top of Maryland
Heights, opposite, a wonderful pan
orama may be seen; and of this
view Thomas Jefferson wrote that
it was worth a journey from Europe
to see it. But if you a e set down
in Harper’s Ferry, at the base si
these great hills, your view is I
scene was rather more than a mile
ip the Heights, where a high ridge
or ground formed a barrier for bul
lets that might miss their mark.
Arrived here, the troops were form
ed in two large squares of one rank
each, one square within the other,
with an open face toward the ridge.
Two graves had been dug near this
ridge, and a coffin was just in the
rear of each grave. Twenty paces
in iront was the firing party of six
files, under a lieutenant, at order
arms; the general a"d his staff sat
on their horses near the center.
Outside the outer square, tin-
great crowd of spectators stood in
perfect silence. The condemned
men had been brought from the
ambulance, and each one sat on his
coffin, with his open grave befort
him.
They were very different in theii
aspect. One, a man ot more than
forty years, showed hardly a trace
of feeling in his rugged face; but tlu
other was a mere lad, of scarcely
twenty, who gazed about him with
a wild, restless look, as if he could
not yet understand that he was
about to endure the terrible punish
ment of his offense.
The proceedings of the court mar
tial were read, reciting the charges
against these men, their trial, con
viction and sentence; and then the
order of Gen. Sheridan approving
the sentence “to be shot to death
with musketry,” and directing it ti
be carried into effect at 12 o’cloct
noon of this day. The whole seen-
was passing iinimdiateiy before m\
eyes; for a staff uniform will pa?:
its wearer almost anywhere in th-
army and I had passed the guard?
and entered the inner square.
A chaplain knelt by the condemn
ed men and prayed,fervently, whis
pered a few words in lhcear-of.acli.
wrung their hands, and retired. Twi
soldiers stepped forward with hand
kerchiefs to bind the eyes of tin
sufferers, and 1 heard the officers o
the firing-party give the coininam
n a low’ tone:
“Attention!—shoulder arms!”
I looked at my w’atch, it was a
minute past 12. The crowd outside
had been so perfectly silent that a
flutter and disturbance running
through it at this instant fixed ev
erybody’s attention. My heart gave
a jump as Y saw a mounted orderly
urging his horse through the crowd
and waving a yellow envelope over
his head.
The square opened for him, and
he rode in and handed the envelope
to the general. Those who were
permitted to see that dispatch, read
the following:
Washington, D. U.. Feb. 23,1865.
Gen. Job Stevenson, Harpefs Ferry.
Deserters reprieved till further
orders. Stop the execution.
A. Lincoln.
The older of the two men had so
thoroughly resigned himself to his
fate, that he seemed unable now to
realize that he was saved, and he
looked around him in a dazed, be
wildered way.
Not so with the other; he seemed
for the first time to recover his con
sciousness. He clasped his hands
together, and burst inti) tears. As
there was no military execution af
ter this at Harper’s Ferry, I have
no doubt that the sentence of both
was finally commuted.
Powerfully as my feelings had
been stirred by this scene, I still
suspected that the dispatch had in
fact arrived before the cortege left
Harper’s Ferry, and what happened
afterward was planned nd intend
ed as a terrible lesson to these cul
prits.
That afternoon I visited General
state my suspicions, and ask if they
were not well-founded.
“Not all,” he instantly replied,
“The men w’ould have been dead
had tnat dispatch reached me two
minutes later.”
“Were you not expecting a re
prieve, general ?”
“I had some reason to expect it
last night; but as it-did not come,
and as the line w’as reported down
between here and Baltimore this
morning, I had given it up. Still,
in order to give the fellows every
possible chance for their lives, I left
a mounted orderly at the telegraph
office, with orders to ride at a gal
lop if a message came for me from
W ashington. It is well 1 did!—the
precaution saved their lives.”
Ilow the dispatch came to Har
per’., Ferry must be told in the
words of the man who got it
through.
TIIE TELEGRAPHER’S STORY.
On the morning of the 24th of
February, 1865, I was busy at my
cork In the Baltimore telegraph
ifiice, sending and receiving messa
ges. At half-past ten o’clock—for I
had occasion to mark the hour—the
-signal C—A—L, several times re
peated, caused me to throw all else
aside, and attend to it.
That was the telegraphic cipher
of the war department; and tele
graphers, in those days, had instruc
tions to put that service above all
others. A message was quickly
ticked off from the President to the
‘-ommanding officer at Harper’s
Ferry, reprieving two deserters who
were to be shot at noon. The mes
sage was date the day before, but
had in some way been detained or
delayed between the department
l . the Washington office.
A few words to the Ba.timore of
fice, which accompanied the dis
patch, explained that it had “stuck”
at Baltimore, that an officer direct
from the President was waiting at
the Washington office, anxious to
hear that it had reached Harper’s
Ferry, and that Baltimore must
end it on instantly.
Baltimore would have been very
glad to comply; but the line to Har
per’s Ferry had been interrupted
since daylight; nothing whatever
had passed. So' I explained to
Washington.
The reply came back before my
lingers had left the instrument.
■You must get it through. Do it
some way, for Mr. Lincoln. He is
very anxious, has just sent another
messenger to us.
I ealled the office superintendent
to my table, and repeated the dis
patches to him. He looked at the
clock.
Almost eleven, he said. I see just
one chance—a very slight one. Send
it to New York; ask them to get it
to Wheeling, and then it may get
through by Cumberland and Mar-
tinsburg. Stick to them, and do
.v’hat you can.
By this time I had become thor-
•uglily aroused in the business, and
set to work with a will. The dis-
iatch with the expl nation went to
New York-and promptly came the
i-epiy that it was hopeless; the wires
were crowded,-and nothing could be
lone till late in the afternoon, it
then.
I responded just as Washington
aad replied to me. It must be
donejit is a case of life and.deoth; do
it for Mr. Lincoln’s sake,who is very
anxions about it. And I added for
myself, by way of emphasis, For
God’s sake, let’s save these poor fel
lows!
And I got the New York people
thoroughly aroused, as I was my
self. The answer came back, Will
do what we can.
It was now ten minutes past 11.
In ten minotes more, I heard from
New York, that the dispatch had
got as lar as Buffalo, and could not
go on to Chicago,
Inquiries from Washington were
repeated every five minutes, and
I sent what had reached me.
Half-past 11 the dispatch was at
Chicago, and they were working
the besitoget it to Wheeling.
Something was the matter; the
Wheeling office did not answer.
The next five minutes passed
without a word, then-huzza!-New
York says the dispatch bas reach
ed Wheeling, and the operator
there says he can get it through to
Harper’s Ferry in time.
At this point the news stopped.
New York could learn nothing fur
ther for me, after several efforts,
and I could only send to Washing
ton that I hoped it was all right, but
could not be sure.
Later in the day the line was
working again to Harper's Ferry,
and then I learned that the dis
patch had reached the office there
at ten minutes before 12, and that
it was bronght to the place of exe
cution just in time.—Youth’s Com
panion.
veof my departure, called upon t<-
meet Jack’s wife, escort her to the
Willows and see that she enjoys
herself during the summer months.
If Jack wasn’t such a good-hearted
fellow, and my favorite nephew to
boot, I wouldn’t do it. But, well,
there; I suppose 1*11 have to go
down to the city, make myself
known to the charming creature
and do the gallant for Jack’s sake.
ed he “Quite ready,” she replied
as she followed John to the cab
The trunk was put in place, and
the pair were soon whirled to th<
depot. The ride by rail was so
pleasant, the lady, Jack’s wife, was
such an agreeable companion, that
John Harney would have extended
thejourney if he could. The prosy
country depot was reach d, where
a plain, democratic wagon awaited
them. Then the drive followed; a
delightful five miles along sweet-
scented clover fields and moon
lighted streams. Finally the Wil-
nangitall! Why did the scamp go j { 0 svs is reached, a rambling farm
Und tnarry "SOlire one I did nol hnncanrmn tho Kanb- nf a Qmanthlr
fnarfjrTtmwe
know? I’ll give him a piece of my
mind when he returns from Europe
for getting 'his bald-headed uncle
in this scrape.”
The partly audible meditation
trom the flaxen-haired chap was
more forcible than choice. But then,
it was only'one of John Harney’s
peculiar streaks. If anyone had
overheard him, "that is, anyone
wholly acquainted with him, they
would not have paid overdue-atten
tion.
If there was one thing he delight
ed in above all others, it was to pass
for a bald-headed advisor of youth.
He took every possible occasion to
call himself bald-headed; when, be
the fact known, the slight spot upon
his bump of selfesteem was barely
discernible, still, it gave him a deal
of importance to be looked upon as
an “old man.” Strange, loo! His
associates were all young people.
He was not a favorite among old ,
Civil Service Commssioner Tho-
man has tendered his resignation,
to take effect Nov. 1, and the Pres
ident has accepted it.
people; yet, he called himself old i ftn( j tiie
and bald-headed.
It was a great shock to him when
he heard that Jack ha-1 gone and
married an opera singer, not be
cause of any disparity of social po
sition. He was a sensibl person in
this wise; but because he had, in his
mind, drawn up a plan for Jack to
follow and abide by in the future.
Hispla s were all broken and scat
tered when Jack married; hi3 plans
are now all changed by Jack’s sud
den departure, thereby necessitat
ing his, John’s, taking charge of the
lady for the summer. After some
further meditation over the subject,
he retired with his mind made up
logo to the city, introduce himself
to Jack’s wife and bring her back to
the Willows.
It was wonderful to note John
Harney’s air of age-given impor
tance as he stepped forward to
greet the pretty figure in traveling
dress. He hau seen many hand
some women; they had created
more or less of an impression upon
his heart. Yet, as he clasped the ti
ny hand and looked down into the
honest blue eyes upturned to his,
he thought he had never met a more
lovely woman in all his life; and he
mentally added that Jack had
shown rare choice in loving and
wedding sucli a paragon of female
loveliness. “Jack writes me that I
am to escort you to the willows;
take sole charge of you and make
■your stay there as pleasant as pos
sible,” said John, beaming a most
uncle like protection from every
feature of his fine face.
“D-did he say all that?” softly ask
ed the little woman.
“Yes; and more too, the rattle
brained scampr-but there; pardon
me. I forgot that I was speaking
to the lady of his preferment.”
“Preferment,” fell like an echo
from the red lips.
“Yes; lucky dog,” responded John
The latter part, however, was uoftly
and aside according to stage par
lance. “I shall he round with a cab
at five. Trust you will be ready.’
He moved by impulse, and before
the lady could speak he was out of
the room and down the front steps.
“Jack never said anything to me
about going to the Willows for the
season. The Willows? Oh, yes, the
place where Jack was brought up
I—well, I will go. He is very
handsome But who is he? This
last self-put question brought a
sudden stop to the charming creat
ure’s musings. “If he is so well ac
quainted with Jack, his picturt will
no doubt be in the album. ”
She went to the album. The sec
ond face she gazed nj>on was the
gentleman’s in question. She slip
ped the card from the page. Upon
the back, written in a plain, busi
ness hand, she read: “Your bald-
headed Uncle.”
“Bald headed! It must b£ a joke.
He isn’t so old as that. Jack’s un
cle! I’ll go to the Willows. Perhaps
it will not lie such a prosy season
after all. But why did he speak of
me as the lady of Jack’s prefer
ment, I wonder ?”
When John Harney called at 5
with a cab, the lady’s trunk was
ready, and she stood in the parlor
with her hat already adjusted, pull
ing on her gloves.
“I beg yenr pardon,” she said
turning her bright face toward
J.»hn, “but a person generally likes
to know the name of a fellow trav
eling companion.”
“Why, what have I been think
ing of all this time. Tobesure;you
are quite right I am your Ancle,”
fell blandly from his lips.
“Oh, yon are ?”
“Yes. Are you quite ready,” ask-
house upon the bank of a smoothly
(lowing river, with long double
rows of willows ranged u;
and down .the stream.
“There, that job is over and off
my hands,” uttered John Harney
as he lighted a cigar and fell back
in his easy chair.
The days and weeks that follow
ed were as some Arcadian dream
tr John Harney. But it was not
all sunshine. There was strange,
perplexing doubt in his mind. Why-
should a married woman permit
any man but her husband to ac
company heron moonlight strolls?
Pshaw! That amounted to nothing.
Only her uncle—by marriage.
Again, whit rig'it had iie.Joh n
Harney, to sit by the side of his
nephew’s wife and tell her of his
Inight dreams? What right had
i.e to weave romance with love’s
.. agio words, and say- in tones of
soiled rapture:
A lid when the golden day is over
HUMOROUS.
Je sunset flushes
the western h.iriz >n, all the day
cares will be .sweetenel by the
presence of the mile woman J
love.
John Harney’s heart was bursting
in his bosom as he recalled i In-
look she gave him then. He can
feel her hand yet, as she laid it,
warm and tremulous, upon his arm
and said: I hope your fondest antic-
pations will be fully realized.
And this was what bothered John
Harney’s mind by night and by-
day. “My God! I love, adore my
nephew’s wife, heaven help me!’’
had been the cry in >re than once
that swelled from his heart upon
retiring, or when seated in his li
brary. And the poems sent to the
magazines from his fruitful pen
were freighted with a vein of
sadness commingling together in
one strain.
“Leona, you tell me that you
wish to return!”asked John Harny.
as the two were standing under the
willows.
“Yes; there is work for me to
commence in the city. I have had
a delightful time, thanks to your
kindness.”
“It’s nothing lost to ra Leona.
You have brought a deal of sun
shine to the old place. And to
me—”
He did not finish. How she
would have despised him, he
thought, bad he continued.
“Jack and Mabel will be back in
two weeks—”
“Jack and who!” quickly interrup
ted he, as he laid his hand on her
arm.
“Why, Mable, sister—”
“And what right has he to take
your sister abroad!” fell from his lips
as his fingers clasped her wrist.
“I never knew that it was wrong
for husband and wife to go abroad
together,” replied she.
The glow of the dying sunset
shone upon John Harney's face,
transfiguring every feature into a
picture of happiness as he bent
down and said:
“And you will let me come to the
city soon after you!”
“Why!’
“Because I love you,. dear,” was
his response.
And now, after the honeymoon
is over, John Harney blesses bis
nephew, Jack, for changing hi-
mind at the very last moment, and
taking his wife to Europe. And the
other—was a fortunate mistake in
deed.—H. S. Keller.
It was a Detroit girl who mar
ried at 15 so as to have her golden
wedding wheu it would do her soiim
good.
“Bejabbers,” exclaimed an Irish
man, “I’ve slept sixteen hours! J
went to bed at eight and got op at
eight.”
Why (Hobson Objected.—“Hob
son,” said Muggins, “they tell me
you’ve taken your boy away from
the graded school. What’s that
for ?” “Cause,” said JFIobson, “thc-
master ain’t fit to teach ’im.” “Oh,’i
said Muggins, “I’ve heard he’s a
very good master.” “Well,” replied
Hobson,apologetically, “all I know
is he wanted to teach my boy to
spell-raters with a’ p.’ ”
One dirty, rainy day, not long
ago, I wis s -»t.e 1 in-it 1: acnw-led
car, when a lad who had just step
ped on pi t bis bead in at the door
and asked if there was any room
‘No,” came from a man in the cor
ner, “we’re a’fou here.” Whereup
on an old woman rose up and indig
nantly exclaimed: “1’lia l-est may
be, but I’m gey shuro I’m not!”
A rural chap, with a great deal of
music in his sou!, visited the
city and stopped in front of an op
era house where the orchestra was
rendering Wagnerian airs. “Go
ing in?” asked a friend, tapping
him on the shoulder. “Well, yes, 1
calculate to,” he replied, “but I
guess I’ll wait till they get t.'i i.ugh
mending boilers inside. I Want t<
hear the music.”
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Jet# -son’s Ten Holes of Life.
The following rules for practical
life were given by Mr. Jefferson, in
a letter of advice to his namesake
Thomas Jefferson Smith, in 1825:
1. Never put off till to-morrou
what you can do to-day.
2. Never trouble othqrs tor wha!
you can do yourself.
3. Never spend your money be
fore you have it.
4. Never buy what you do no;
want because it is cheap.
5. Pride costs us more than hun
ger, thirst and cold.
6. We never repent of having eat
en too little.
7. Nothing is troublesome that
we do willingly.
8. How much pain have those
evils cost us which have never hap
pened.
9. Take things always by their
smooth handles.
10. When angry, count ten before
you speak; if very angry, count a
hundred. •
In a pidice court two young men
iceused of stealing > pie from a
inker’s shop, pi.-:hat they
.ere hungry. “Why didn’t yon
■teal Lue.i-I, then?” the judge asked
nd the sententious reply was,
Liked pie better.”
A gentleman having occasion to
:all on Mr. Joseph G , writer,
ound him at home in his writing
chamber. He remarked the great
lent of the apartment, and said, “It
ss as hot as an oven.” “So it ought
o be,” replied Mr. O—, “for ’tis here
[ make my bread.”
A certain little Pharisee, who was
•raying for his big brother, had a
rood deal of human nature in him,
•ven if he was only six years old.
le prayed, “O Lord, bless brother
Jill, and make him as good a boy hs
[ am!”
The de con’s son was telling the
ninister about the bees stinging his
>a, and the minister asked, “Stung
your pa, did they? Well? what did
your p:t say?” “.Step this way a
nomeii ” sai l the b >y, “I’d rather
whisper it to you.”
Old Mrs. Darnely is a patten; of
household economy. She says sin;
has made a pair of socks to last fif
teen years by only knitting new
feet (o them eve y winter, and new
legs every other winter.
“How do you define black as your
fiat?” said a schoolmaster to one of
iiis pupils. “Darkness that may be
felt,” replied the youthful wit.
“Yes, I am prety tired,” he said.
“I sat up all night with a corpse.’’
“Was it a wake?” asked a friend.
“No,” he answered sadly, “it was
not awake, it was dead. ”
“That’s a pretty bird, grandma,”
said a little boy. “Yes.” replied the
old ,dame, “and he never cries.”
That’s because he’s never washed!’
replied the youngster.
At a convent where light litera
ture is forbidden: “My child, what
are you reading?” “The life of one
of the saints, sister.” “What saint,
my child?” “ft. Elmo!!!” Sister
passes on to the next dormitory.
“Did you see my antelope as you
came in?” asked Claribell. “No,”
answered Adolphu®, “but if its the
one with the curls around her
forehead, I pity the man she eloped
with,” And now he wonders why
she acted so coldly.
Miss Tayleur (to Miss Smythe) :
“I want to introduce to you Mr.
Nailsly, back there, who thinks you
are so awfully handsome. You
know of him, don’t you ? He is very
amusing and eccentric-never t h i •. i. ?
as anyone else does." *
“Inquirer.” No, an intelligence
office is not a place ;<• look for in
telligence. The name is entirely
irrelevant. B n if you want a green
house-girl whom you will have to
teach all she will ever know, that
is the place to go.
The Eclectic for November ha
the following table of c<mtents: “A
Dialogue on Novein,” by-Vernon
Lee; ‘ A Dark Page of Jfaiian His
tory;” “The Cholera Iriocu'a ion
Falacy,” “Reminiscences of an t-
tache,” a story; “Color Muse ;'
‘Paradise,” :i poem; “The Automa
ton Chess-player;” “On the Origin
of the Higher Animal.-;” “Tegner;”
“Mrs. LiHung Chang’s First Din
ner Party,” by Miss Cordon Cum-
ming; “George Eliot’s Politics;’
“Girton College iu 1885;” “Coun
cils and Comedians;” “Vittoria Col-
onna;”“M. Renan of Himself;” and
an unusual varietys>f Foreign Lit. r
ary Notes, Miscellany, and Book
notices. The content* are well se
lected and of unusual interest and
value even for this sterling periodi-
caL
Keep in stock a full lino of heavy and shop Itartlw re, Agricultural IssrlcnMl
Mechanics Tools, and Maoliinerv Supplies.
SPORTIN'Q- HOODS!
Out* stock of Guns were imported direct for us this veir, anil we aro enabled
make prices thatare “astonishingly low.’’ ToebBstSingleStou: 15 irnl, Walnl
Stock Guns at $5 00; the Best $ I (toil. Double (inns over offered in this marks
Brooch-Loading Gums from >15.00 to > V>.00. Shot enough to supply the County; a
^o t Powder ond Shells. Waterproof Caps 5 cents per box. Pouches, Charges, Bold
j finding Implements, etc., ct<*.
BUCKTHORN
FENCE WIR]
which is fast supercooling all other wire fence. A
toss Peed Cutters, Milburn Cotton Gin, Dexter <’
luehiner f for reap msihlo parties of any kind at low
d froul any regular Agricultural House.
for Victor Cotton ScaleJ
rn Shelters, Ac. We will bul
prices than can bo obtaiifl
Give us a Call, we will Save you Money!
Good goods, lionet prices, and satisfaction guaranteed.
PROM SEPTEMBER PI RS T TO MA RCJI FIRS F.>J3fl
j&TTERMS CASll
soplf
MILLINERY GOODS
MRS. F. G-. HILL
HAS RECEIVED HER
FALL STOCK
•f now and fresh goods and is prepared to attend to the wants of her customers.!
Thankful for liberal patronage in the past she solicits continued favor. Rooms!
•ver Cuttino’s store. sep21)
THOMPSON BROS.
Jedroom, Parlor and Dining Room Furniture.
Big Stock and Low Prices.
PARLOR AND CHURCH ORGANS.
WOOD and METALLIC BURIAL CASES'
XS^Orders attended to at any hour day or night.^0
so '’ 16 -^ THOMPSON BROS., Newnan, Ga.
New Grocery Store!
Fancy and Family Groceries, Teas,
Coffee, Sugars, Syrup, Flour, Lard, Hans, Bacon, and
Canned Goods in Endless Variety !
A LARGE LOT OF TIN-WARE AT FIVE AND TEN CENTS.
Also, a fine line of
TOBACCO, Etc.
L. BEBRO.
OIGARS,
Greenville Street.
Next dopr to Reese’s drug store.
sop 29-
W. .S Winters
ESTABLISHED 1873.
G, W. Nelson
W intersANDMeison
DEALERS IN-
PiMOjS,
MILLINERY!
MRS- R- M- BARNES,
ON DEPOT STREET.
Wishes to inform the public, that she will supply them with fine Fash
ionable MILLINERY GOODS at low prices. Call and examine her
stock before buying elsewhere.
JVlu^ical JVIetcljkiydi^e
-OF
OY DESCRIPTION.-
31-1X3 PIA1TOS
Taken in Exchange f >r new Ones.
CHATTANOOGA, TENN.
BRING YOUR
JOB WORK
TO THIS OFFICE;