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„ c v rn:s—Vol. XXX. 0LD t riES-V0L. IV. SANDERSVILLE, GEORGIA, SEPTEMBER 16, 1875. NO. 12. K : HEDLOCK k HOLT. J -——- Herald & Georgian is j POETRY. ubli^e'- 1 aorning- Sl'MPTOMS. TbE - S '\ S nt : SincM^vill e .Ga.,every Thursday ftl nf subscription S2.00, per 1 !iTT . ~ No name entered upon | He is sure possessed, madam Y'-Ticdflh Nighl. lady’s name, sudden start, use of shame the currents of year -;ffir*s2rsyud „v& a,. can P 1 ’ system. nats are due when called Aive i»« otherwise agreed upon. Our pri- for, uiU ehJ5 .. • , , .. .^3 for advertising a i Pi- Had stirred, just heart ; those fixed by the A “ d if ^ at liame - to P nt it rather stron Association and are very rea- 1 . J u e , u P bon y seems very much above Georg”' r • son.iba- ^ ^ Gas a cir The i»l’'‘ 7 es weekly, and presents, „ , , . ,, tv-ivo luum • 1 fi, ose , v i 10 v.’isli to ad- ei -’ at ast , n -’ s °m f ‘ auspicious chance, ■ ■ advantages to amse no r. i,a io . Y ou meet the lady at a ball or play, Pious or letters on business, i Yo . u ! \ hn ’ 1 .; abashed before her modest glance, “ ’ — - Anil mi !<•.<» foV-fMl, fV>#a vvrtr/lc XT r»T> dilation of about twen- All other names- I think I can’t be wrong To venture the opinion, you’re in love? superior vertisc. All com^YYi-essoVl. “Herald &■ Georgian.’ , ,,i,i v aildressea, jum*" '-‘r j X on the margin of your paper l A * v n p crl'ition has expired, a ill'e nnbli^lvu' would like to have yoi the 1> U it Tiro XX mart remit at au stricken from under the no. on a lr . UEUlii , , And quite forget the wordsyou meant to say; r indicates I And lf ’ moreover, gazing at her hand, and that T >VISJ u P on that hand you were a glove, It isn t very hard to understand (See “Borneo and Juliet,”) you’re in love ! ou renew indicate that unless you iviv dav youi name a ill be ■ », ,, , , . • the list. We hope not to he | If l* 41 ® 8 -. ? n a summer’s day, essity of placing a X mark up per iluring the year. heart at eighteen is blessedly elas tic. R. L. W-AJRTHEHST, attorney at law, sandeesvills, GA. July 5.1872 ly r, S. LiSGXADE. r.. D. EVANS. LANGMADE & EVANS, Attorneys at Law, gamlersville, - - - Georgia. jan 15, ’875—ly JAAv. Hcsison. Wm. Henry Wylly. ROBISON & WYLLY, Attorneys & Counselors at Law COURT HOUSE SANDERS^ ILLE, GA. tttilL pi ictice in the Courts of the Middle }) Circuit and Bankrupt Courts. ^Particular attention given to the de fense of criminal cases Ly Col. >v ylly. Feb 20, 1874—tf S. G. JORDAN. j. K. GILMORE. GILMORE & JORDAN, AW, ATTORNEYS AT Sandersville, G-a., -ly Ion sit alone, at luncheon or at tea” And think if one of them were but away _ (A mile or so) how happy you would be, Yet hud your wits in such a giddy whirl, You scarcely speak to her you’re thinking of, But prattle gayly with the other girl— There’s reason for supiposing you’re in love! If all at once your amatory pen (Which ne’er before attempted lyric lines, India musa—bane of gods and me'n!) To tervid song and madrigal inclines— Wherein yon rashly 1 rhyme of “youth” and “truth,” And call your subject “darling,” “duck,” or “dove,” Or sadly beg some cruel lady’s ruth— I he symptom is unfailing—you le in love! If ol her sex no other you can find One halt so bright or beautiful as she; If of her failings you arc wholly jilind (The faults, I mean, that other people see;) II in her “pug” you see a “Grecian nose,” And never doubt the angel-bands above Are silent when she sings—you may suppose, Beyond the slightest question, you’re in love! John G. Saxe. — Galaxy for September. SELECT MISCELLANY. JESSE. A. HOBSON, ATTORNEY AT LAW, Sa ndersvi lie. G cored a. THE DISINHERITED SON. “He has made his own bed,” said Major Martindale, “and he must lie on it.” Major Martindale, folded up a word for it, you’ll hack down at the j certain obnoxious letter as he made end of the first week, j this mental remark, and laying it! Major Martindale heard these in a little gilded letter-rack beside 1 words spoken, as it were, out of the Major Martindale elected to go to A tlantic City ’for the ^hot weekathat season. Why he did not especially particularize to himself. Saratoga was dull, at Newport one was half amiie away from the beach; Long Branch had palled upon his fastidious taste. So, to Atlantic City he w r ent rather enjoying the very perceptible nets snares spread for him by the various widows, old maids and gushing damsels who were there engaged in the great husband- hunting compaign. I wonder if they think I am a fool,” said the Major, as he strolled on the beach with a cigar in his mouth. Cut one day the Major found him self forced to give up a picnic on ac count of a strange and unsettled feel iDg of lassitude and languor, and the next he was in bed. ‘‘This looks serious,” said the Ma jor to himself. “I’ve heard of a low fever hanging about; but I never thought of its attacting me.” The doctor came twirled his watch chain, wrote a prodigious Latin pre scription, and shook his head. People made haste to vacate the rooms in the immediate vicinity of number \ 69, and the Major began dimly to comprehend, through a mist that was slowly gathering around his brain that it was likely to go hard with him. “I will stay and nurse him doctor I have had the fever a year or two since and do not fear it, a d I am handy with such people.” “But my child, you’ve no idea what you are undertaking.” “Yes, I have,” answered the soft, low tones; and we must not let him die for want of proper care.” “Is your aunt willing?” “Quite so.” “The i you may try; but take mv “Yes said the girl half doubtfully: “I suppose so; I never saw her be fore she asked me to spend the sea son with her at Atlantic City last i n i i vi audience to-night. “Is that all yon have been with j was attemll ” g er ‘ convention in a little town, where a man to whom I was a stranger took me into his house. His wife was in The Child Angel. I will tell you an anecdote now, because the man of whom the story is told may represent many in this A few years ago a Sabbath-school bed, and he excused himself because he had some matters to attend to. I was left alone. It was so dark that I could not read, and I walked up and down the room until I felt lu .rn«: lonely. Presentlj he came in, and all alone my child, said the , ^ .. Ha ve J n0 children T \ him in company with a tailor’s bill j a ticket to forthcoming ameteur con WILL PBi Jaiv 5, I! MIDDLE 172-1 y circuit. JOHN 0. HARMAN, ATTORNEY AT LAW, TEW1LLE, GA. All business promptly attended to, July 5,1872—1a Clement G. Brown, Attorney at Law, Sandersville, G-a. Homesteads and Bankrupty A Specialty. OFFICE IX MASONIC BUILDING. mar2G, 1875—tf T.P. D - & J. V. 1CTICE ix the counties or the I pert and a printed circular concern- ing^insurance polocies,’went deliber ately on with his breakfast. He was a handsome elderly gen tleman, slightly bald, with bright eyes, straight roman features, and one of those square finely moulded mouths, which betoken decided ten dency to cave one’s o\>n way. And as he drank his coffee, and daintily manipulated his French rolls, broil ed birds and fresh strawberries ser ved in a garniture of their own leaves, he mused over the contents of this same letter. “It’s a great mistake to allow ser vants to bring in one’s j letters at meal times,” reflected Major Martin dale. “It’s almost sure to interfere with one’s digestion. I’ll never read another letter at breakfast time!— What could possess my son to go and ge married in this abrupt non sensical sort of way ?—Says he fear ed he could not gain my consent. ’ Well, he had good reason for his fears. He’ll find it still more im possible, after marriage than before He knows my ideas and if he don’t choose to conform to’em it’s his bus iness not mine.” And so, after finishing the straw berries, and daintily cleansing his filbert nailed fingers in a ruby-col ored finger-bowl, Major Martindale wrote thre words on a thich sheet of note paper, inclosed it in an en velope, affixed a stamp, and gave it to a servantjto post. And the three words were these: “Consider yourself disinherited. That was the way in which Mar tindale disposed of his only son: Not that he did not love Harry the bright, frank boy w. o v\ as all that was left of his young wife, the one romantic dream ana tender mem ory of his life-time—but he liked his own way better. And it is sur prising how obstinate a man can be when lie turns his full attention to business. J. K. HINES, Attorney & Counselor at Law, Sandersville, Ga. pEACTICE in the U. S. Courts for the A Southern District of Georgia. a »g 12,1875—tf T.H. (i I I’.SOX, Attorney at Law, W. lo llclniosfi Street, AUGUSTA, GA. lit iers by Permission to 71- Pottle, Hon. W. H'cWm- Gibson, Jud “on. Jor * W. Reese, Claiborne Snead, i.,_, °y N RLyisox, at Georgia Railroad Bank. J UT.rn B. Deer,Pres. National Exchange Ban.,, Pres. erch. & Planters Bank, Butt, R. A Flemming, Cotton Romnis ’ Cotton lector. io, 1S7I it , CHAS. B. KELLEY, ATTORNEY at law. Swsiiiisboi’o, Yrrnf SliK ! Georgia. \\ P™*ice in the Superior Court ot Bailor'!, ” of Emanuel, Johnson, "■Whand Tattnall. ’ lttent ' on given to the collection ol -—may 20, 1875—tf JOSEPHUS CAMP, attorney at Law, Swainesboro, Ga. GeoranC^C 6 ,-' 11 Supreme Court ol P a . air'd’,-,. ' c C, ' S. District Court of Geor- tng cou ,. Ue Superior Courts of the follo'.v- i°nWn? CS 'rn !uauue J’ 'Johnson, Laurens, ci »l atwf y ’ r . atnall > a nd Bullock. JZ>J~Spe- ejections. ' A. KING, T, i lawyer, . an, PROMP Greorgia. TLY ATTENDED TO. ^ate -L -A. E , °f tie Baltimore Dental College, dentist, Willi P' .® car ‘boro, G-a. c we in Emanuel and adjoining counties. a TaE ° Pe Rations PERFOBMEI) sciest htc manner and work a R 9, 1875_ t f vakeent ® d ' “Disinherited? Oh, Harry! and for me! Mrs. Mary Martindale, a pret y, blue e} r ed woman, with light hair that showed itself around her face like sunshine, little dots of dimples in cheek chin, and a round, . fresh mouth, like a baby’s look pitiously up into her husband’s face as she S ^Harry Martindale shrugged his shoulders the momentary cloud pass ed away from his face as he answer ed bravely: , . , - “Never mind, Ariel. Av e can at- ford to live independent of a crusty old gentleman’s money. Ill see about that clerkship in St. Louis. “Half t he world away from me Harry!” “It wouldn’t be long pet, Cheer up, I’l send for y ou when I’ve got well established, and we’ll have a little bird’s nest at Lome,^ without asking favors of my father.” Ariel smiled through the dew- drops that sparkled in ■ er eyes. She was easily consoled. A girls clouds as he might have heard the thunder of the waves on the beac outside, or the ringing of the church bells without, connec ing them with himself. Strange what a world of dreams and shadows his sonl [ana brain had entered into But one day he came back out of the darkness, and the immensity, and the restless whirling to and fro of the waves of life, weak and white and as helples as a baby. And there, sewing by the window sat a soft-eyed young girl, all in white with glimmering hair, long lashes; and delicately moulded features. “Pardon me,” hoarsely uttered the Major, with a souvenir of his old fashioned courtesy and 'politeness; but I don’t know who you are.” ‘ Hush!’ said the young lady, gent ly. “You must not talk. Iam here to nurse you.” And then he found himself tak ing a draught from her prac iced fingers, and then drifting off to sleep. “I have been very ill, haven’t I’ said he when the doctor came at noon, as usual. “Yon have been as close to the valley of the shadow more than once as a man can be in i is life, ’ Doc tor Delagood answered gravely The Major shuddered a little— heathenish old Sybarite as he was. The idea of death appalled him, and he scarcely cared to hear how near he had stood to the solution of the great problem. “But you pulled me through,’ said he Mith a long breath. “Yes, I and your patient little nurse who has just gone for half an hour’s sleep.” “Who is she doctor?” asked the Major anviously. “She is a niece of one of the lady boarders. Martin, I think they call her. Her aunt went away as soon as the fever declared itself—in fact it riddled the hotel pretty neatly— but this girl would not allow any one to suffer for want of care and nursing, so she courageously remain ed to take care of you. ’ Why did she do that?” asked the Major a little lump rising in his throat. Why did Florence Nightingale go out to Crime Why are all wom en borne heroines at heart?’ retort ed the doctor. “God bless her!” muttered the Ma jor. And then he turned his head to one side and a big drop splashed down on the pillow. Day by day he lay therein slow convalescence while the pi'etty young nurse ministered to him. “My dear,” said the Major one day, I think I am beginning to real ize now what the blessings of a daughter would have been had God given me one. I have grown very fond of you.” The soft blue eyes beamed smil ingly down upon him as he spoke. “And I of you,” answered the girl in low, tender accents. Are you much attached to your aunt ?—Mrs. Fessenden, T u -'’— her name is. “That’s all.” “Then,” said the major “I shall ask her to let me adopt yon. Will you bemy daughter henceforth?” She threw her arms around his neck and sobbed upon his breast. “Do you really love me?” Do you really want me? ’ asked she. “I am Major. “And you will be the sun shine of the house.” “But you have a son?” “Yes,” answered the Major slight ly frowning. “Poor Harry, but he has estranged himself from me.” “Foaever?” “Yes forever!” (Sickness you see had taken none of the inherent ob stinacy out of our old heroes char acter.) “Papa!” — she knelt beside the satin pillowed invalid chair which had been wheeled out into the sun-! shine on the broad verandah—I am to call you papa, am I not!” “Of Course you are dearest!” The Majors hand stroked down her bright hair with a tender touch as he spoke. “Then, papa, tel me why you are estranged from him “He married in disregard to my wishes, ’ the Major sternly answer ed! “Is that such au unpardonable crime? “Unpardonable? See here, Mary, if he had not made such a fool, such an idiot of himself, he might have been fvour husband. You might been then my daughter in very truth Stranger things have happened. ‘But that couldn’t be.” ‘Way not?” demanded the Ma jor. Because he is my husband al ready! Oh, papa—dear, dear father —forgive me! I am not Mary Mas ters, and yet I am! my real name is Mary Ariel Martindale, and Har ry away at St. Louis, is my husband I only came here to stay with aunt Fessenden until he could make that little home for us which we i>adboth hoped and dreamed of. Will \ou forgive us both, papa, for my sake?” “I suppose I shall have to,’ said the Major, in extreme bewilderment “Kiss me, dear! Upon the wholo Harry isn’t such a fool as I believ ed him to be! And you knew who I was all the while!” “Of course I did’” And|you kept dark? Sly little puss. Well, Mary—I meau Ariel— “Yes, papa.” “We’ll telegraph to Harry to come right back. There’s only three of us Let’s be happy together.” “So through A riels blue < yes and heaven sent face, Harry Martindale was disinherited, and through her he was received back again into his inheritance. “Own up, sir, tint I knew what was about,” said Harry as he stood there with Ariel leaning on his arm. “You dog!” said the old gentle man facetiously poking him in the ribs, you’ve got the prettiest little wife going.” you as a friend, do not leave this! The other day Lawyer Johnson hall to-night until you have sought went out of town for the afternoon the kingdom of God. Make up and left the office in charge of the your mind this night and this hour boy. As soon as he had fairly gotont that you will press into the kingdom, of sight theboy hailed Scovilles boy D. L. Moody, (and bringing him into the office, the two sat down to a game of seven up am very fond of children, and I thought if he had any I could play with them. He said no; he had one once, but God had taken her from him ; she was in heaven, and he said he was glad of it. I said, “Glad that your only child is dead?” “Yes,” he said. “How is that ?” I asked ; “was she deformed, or was anything wrong with her?” “No,” said he, “she was as perfect as could be;” and he got up and brought me one of those old fashioned deguerre- otypes—a portrait of a beautiful girl, with golden curls falling down her neck, more like an angel than a child. I asked how old she was. “Seven.” “What do you mean by saying that you are glad she is in heaven?” “Well,” said he, “I wor shipped that child; she was in all my plans ; I was making money for my child, and every Sunday I spent hours with her ; she was the idol of b perishable my heart, but I did not know it. One day found my child sick. I did not think it was dangerous, but in a few days she died, and I ac-| cused God of being unjust in spar-1 ing the families of others and taking^ To the People of Georgia. State of Georgia, Dep’t of Agriculture, Atlanta, Aug. 17, ’75. It is the desire of the Commission er of Agriculture to exhibit, at the Fair to be held under the auspices of the Georgia State Agricultural Society, at Macon, Ga., commencing on the 18th of October next, and continuing five days, samples of all the products of all Georgia soil. The design. is to exhibit, in one They were playing with great spirit continually accusing one another of cheating and getting up andt row ing books at each other’s h ad and sitting down again to resume the game and generally enjoying them selves as much as if they had both been orphans and there were no ap ple tree switches in the country.— After this had gone on for an hour or two and Lawyer Johnson’s boy had nearlytbroken Scoville’s by win ning five|of his seven cents, the Iiev. collection, the great variety of Agri-jMr. Smiley happened to come in to cultural and Horticultural produc tions of all sections of our State. This is an enterprise in which every Georgian is interested, and to which each should be proud to contribute. Yon are, therefore, earnestly re quested to collect and forward to Macon, addressed to T. P. Janes, care of M. Johnson, Seer tary of Georgia State Agricultural Society, samples of the products of your sec tion, distictly labeled with the name and post office address of the pro ducer, the quantity he has for sale, if any, and a brief statement of the time of planting, mode of culture or manufacture,etc. All nnperisbable ar ticles should be shipped so as to ar rive in Macon by the 15th of Octo- products, such as vegetables and fruits, by the 18th. Growing plants may be shipped in suitable jars, or boxes, securely packed. Selections will be made by the . - , . .-commissioner, from this display of away my child, and I refused to be lsjaitable samp i eSj for permanent ex- reconciled I would have torn God j hibition in the office of the De part- from His throne if I could. For; ment of Agriculture, at the capi- three days and nights 1 neither ate, G. 0 ] nor drank, nor slept I was almost; - rj he , gtate Geo logist will co-ope- mad. On the third day I buried | rate with the Commissioner of A bri ber, and when I came home, as I “A Carpet, and Heaven, Too”?— Seventy years ago, carpets were rarely seen in American families of the middle classes, as they are now rarely found in Germany. Dr. Lyman Beecher gives an amusing account in his autobiography of his first car pet at East Hampton, L. I. His wife spun a bale of cotton and had it woven. Then she fitted it to the floor, sized and painted in oils, with a bright border around it, and bunch es of roses and other flowers over the center. She took also some common wooden chairs, and cut out figures of gilt paper, gluing them ou, nd varnishing them. The general effect was very beautiful The East Hampton people were quite startled by the novelty. One of the old dea cons called at the house, but stopped at the parlor door, as if afraid to en ter. ‘Walk in deacon; walk in/ said the minister. ‘Why, I can’t thout stepping on it,’ was the an swer. Then surveying it with evi dent admiration, he gasped out D’ye think you can have all this, and heaven too’ ” ? ■ ■.miLWKIg. .V • — arawn I When a youngster wishes to trick the whole family at once, he dues it by abruptly asking, at the table, ‘Say, pa, ye know that old man that lives up on the Dodgetown road ?” Then there is a general opening of mouths, and pa and all the rest bend forward with straining eyes and want to know “Why, what’s the matter with him?” The boy allows them to reach the height of impatient in- t rest in the matter, when he eooly announces : “Nothin’, pa : I only wanted to know if you knew him— that’s all.” And “the little upstart” catches up his hat and rushes out of the house with a chuckle, while all of walked up and down the room, I thought 1 heard the voice of my lit tle one; but then I thought, “No, that voice is hushed for ever.” Then I thought I heard her little feet coming toward me, but then I said, “No, 1 shall never hear those little feet again.” At last I threw myself on my bed, and began to weep. Na ture gave way, and I fell asleep. I had a dream. I suppose it was a dream ; but it has always seemed to me more like a vision. I thought I was crossing a waste, barren field, and I came to a river that looked so cold, and dark, and dreary that I drew back from it; but, looking across, I saw the most beautiful land my eyes had ever rested upon ; and as I gazed I thought that death, and sickness, and disease could never enter there. Then I saw a compa ny on the other side, and among them my own darling child. She came to the bank of the river, and, waving her little angel hand, said “Father, come right this way; it is so beautiful here;” and she beckon ed me to the world of light, then went to the water’s edge, and thought I would plunge in, but it was too deep for me—I could not swim. I thought I would give any thing to cross. I tried to find boat, but there was no ferryman, looked for a bridge, but there was none; and while I was wandering up and down, the little angel voice came across the stream, “Come right this way, father; it is beauti ful here!” All at once I heard voice as if it came from heaven, say ing, “I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life. No man cometh unto the Father but by Me.” The voice awaked me from sleep. I thought it was my God calling me, and that if I would ever my child again must go to Him through Jesus Christ. That night I knelt beside my bed and gave myself to God. Now I no longer look upon my child as sleeping in her grave, but I see her with the eye of faith in that beautiful land, and every night when I lie down I hear her sweet voice saying, “Come right this way, fath- ea,” and every morning I hear her repeating the same words. Now m; wife is converted, I am superintend ent of the Sunday-school, and eight children have been converted, and I am trying to get as many convert ed as I can to go with me to that beautiful land.” Undoubtedly I am speaking to some father to-night with a lost one in that world. If that child could speak to you, would it not say, “Come right this way, father ?” And many a young man is here who has a sainted mother or a sister in heav en. If she could now speak from the battlements of heaven, would not the words be, “Come right this way?” Oh, thank God that we have all got an elder Brother across the stream. The Son of God stands on the banks to-night calling to eve ry one, “Come right this way, my child.” Young man, won’t you rise and go to your Father to-night? culture in securing a complete illus tration of the resources of Georgia, and will exhibit iu the same building samples of foreign products, and miueralogical specimens from all sec tions of the State. All Georgians are invited to con tribute to this display, and corres pondents of the Department of Ag riculture are especially requested to see that their counties are properly represented. Samples of goods, models of ma chinery, and implements of Georgia manufacture, are also solicited. Any thing that will illustrate the industry or resources of our grand old State will be received in this grand dis play, which the commissioner hopes will be worthy of Georgia and Geor gians. Thomas P. Janes, Commissioner of Agriculture. Gather up the Fragments. How many lives are, so to speak- mere relics of an ended feast, frag ments which may be either left to waste, or be taken up and made the most of! For we Gannot live just when wish it, and because we wish it. The fact may be very unrom an tic, but it is a fact, that a too large dinner or a false step on the stairs kills much more easily than a great sorrow. Nature compels us to live on, even with broken hearts, as with lopped-off members. True, we are never quiet the same again, never the complete human being; but we may- still be a very respectable, healthy human being, capable of living out our three-score years and ten with tolerable comfort after all. These ‘fragments’ of lives, how they strew our daily paths on every side.! Not a house do we enter, not a company do we mix with, but we more than guess—we know—that these, your friends, men and women, woo go about the world doing their work and taking their pleasure there in, all carry about them a secret bur den—of bitter disappointments, van ished hopes, unfulfilled ambitions, lost lovers. Probably every one of them, when his or her smiling face vanishes from the circle, will change it into another, serious anxious, sad— happy if it be only sad, with no mingling of either bitterness or bad ness. That complete felicity which the youDg believe in, and expect al most as a matter of certainty to come, never does come. Soon or late we have to make up our minds to do without it to take up the frag ments of our blessings, thankful that we have what we have and are what we are ; above all that we have our own burden to bear, and not our neighbor’s. But, whatever it is, we must bear it alone ; and this gather ing up of fragments, which I am so earnestly advising, is also a thing which must be done alone.—Miss Muleck. sorts -of appellations indicative - , - . disgust follow him from all around ^ a y God call you home, wanderer , believe I the table. In less than a week he j May every backslider return and will do it again.—Danbury Neics. I press into the kingdom. I beg of asic Mr. Johnson about when he ought to have a donatiom party. The boys were caught and there was no use in lyk>g about it although lawyer Johnson’s boy showed the effect of his legal education by at once begin ning to swear that he could prove an alibi when the proper time should come. Good My Smiley thought he would just talk kindly to the boys and so he sat down with them at the table and picking up the cards be- ■gan to ask them if they had any mother and if such were the case what would they say to see their sons gambling and whether they were prepared to die with their hands full of aces and jacks cud how they would explain this matter in a future world. ^“Just then old Biggs came in and said: “Hello! Playing the boys a game of euchre, are you? Don’t mind if I take a hand myself.” Mr. Smiley replied, sternly, that he didn’t know the game to whiclff he alluded. “Don’t know it, eh?” said old Biggs, “well, what was you playing boys?” “Seven-np,” answered Lawyer Johnson’s boy with great prompt ness. “Well, well,” continued old Biggs “Ini sorry to hear it." Seven-up ijau’t uo'game for a minister, Mr. Smiley. Euchre, now, is a nice genteel game but I never thought you’d play sev en up and for money too. If you’re going to play for money poker’s your best hold. I’ll play for half an hour—ten cent ante and dollar bets Heres my pile you see,” and that graceless old reprobate pulled out his pocket book and drew up anoth er chair to the table. Mr Smiley sat speechless, holding the cards in his hand when in came Scoville and collared his boy. As he dragged him away to execution he remarked to Mr. Smiley. “So, I’m a backslider am I? All right. After I’ve done my duty as a parent I’ll call on your deacons to ask them what thay think of a min ister who teaches boys to play cards Oh,{ yes! I’m a backslider I am!— To be sure Of course I am.” Uttering this and other withering sarcasm he withdrew and the ques tion which now agitates the village is whether old Biggs did lose fifty dollars on a flush to Mr. Smiley who held a full, or whether Mr. Smiley’s four jacks were the hand that broke old Biggs. Poisoned by Jimson Weed.—Lily Sclinee and a child of Mr. Thomas Evans were playing Thursday eve ning in Mr. Evans’ door-yard, where some jimson weeds had been cut down and piled in a heap. The heat of the sun opened the seed capsules, and the children picked out a few of the seeds and ate them. The poison took effect almost immediately. Mr. Evans’ child was saved with the ut most difficulty, but Lily Schnee was carried home insensible and all the efforts of the physicians failed to arouse her, or to counteract the ef fect of the poison. After enduring the most terrible spasms all night, she died yesterday morning. A no tice of the funeral will be found else where. Parents cannot be too carefnl in keeping this deadly poison beyond the reach of their young children, and should not allow it to grow with in their gardens or door-yards.— Chattanooga Times. Benjamin Franklin occasionally stumbled upon the truth. He said : The eyes of other people are the eyes that ruin us. If all but myself were blind, I should neither want a fine house nor fine furniture.” There is nothing The editor of the Dresden Doings is rather absent minded. He held the position of local on the St. Albion Pioneer? several years ago, and was alone in the office writing up some items one morning, when a stranger came in and presented a scrap of paper with the words scrawled awk wardly : “I am dumb and deaf, and have nothing to buy bread : can you help me ?” Wheeling glanced at it, looked up, then out of the window, trying to recall a local item. “How long have you been that way,” he asked, a little absently. “About ten years,” said the dumb man, thrown off his guard. The local instantly resumed his labors and the mendi cant did not persist. A colony of French Canadians has so effective in!located near Mellonville, Fla. It bringing a man up to the scratch as, will engage in the culture of the or- a healthy and high-spirited flea. I ange. li i‘; l