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m Weekly JggnaL mtrv 'iir.fC :.t rrrr~ —trr ■ \-z=r-.-2Lr Subscription SLOO A Year. An X or p* -sit© your Ham© bows that youi Wlbacriph-Jti i* aV-out looxpjre, and, if not r©* us wed. jour 1-a.per trill bo discontinued. No Leg -1 Adver iipjnent will be insert©d üb lest paid fa. in advance. The Edito-* is not ret*ponsible for *tat© j m©n*a or of C rrestyav^i©** CASTORIA iL**ts&as!kss>{ssa>3<^^ for Infants and Children. “Caatoria is sc well adapted to chLLLren that Castor!* cures Colic, Constipation, Trecommend it as superior to anj prescription Stomach, Dian-hma. Eructation, . . „ Tr . . \ r tv KiLa Worms, gives sleep, and promotes di known to me.” 11. A. AKcnra, H. D., ccstionT^ 111 So, Oxford St., Brooklyn, N. TANARUS, ’Without injurious medication. *Th use of ‘CastoHa* fe so universal and * For several years I have recommended its merits so well known that it seems a work your * Castona ’ and shall ala-ays continue to of supererogation to endorse it. Few are the do so as it baa invariably produced beneficial Inteiligent families who uo not keep Castona results,” within easy reach.” Edwin F. Pardku, M. !>., Carlos R • winthrop," r.‘sth Street ahd 7th At©., Late Pastor Bloomiugdale Eeioraied Chuioh. New York City. Tn* Ckntaur Compact, 77 Murray Strrxt, N*w Tow. an T!IOMAs7 N. LllTiS i * ♦ No. 4 Brick RoW, Thomson, Ga. DRY GOODS, DRESS GOODS, NOTIONS. BOOTS and SHOES and HATS. i carry a Large and Select Stock of First-Clase G-roceries, —CONSISTING OF Bacon, Flour, Meal, Lard Sugar, Coffee, Molasses, Tobacco. ALSO PLOWS, SHOVELS, HOES and all FttmLig Implements. T. Gv£. ZRicliajrcls, B9KSELLER, STATIONEF. AND FRiNTER, Webster’s Unabridged Dectionary. New Edition with Supplement. School Books, Bens, Inks and Pencils. BLANK ROOKS, SEALING WAX, WRITING PAPER ENVLEOPES Eto. The Finoit JOB PRINTING in the South No. 829 Broad Street. Augusta , Ga. H. N. REIU HiCIHEBI OREKER & COMMISSION KIM DEALER IN . STEAM IdNaiISTES, Agricultural, Portable and Stationay Stiam Boilers; Saw, Corn and Flour Jlfillg; Turbine Water Wheel, Cotton Gins and Cotton Presses, Wood-Working Machinery of all kinds, Harvesters and Twine-Binder Reapers, Mowers and Horse Rakes. ASBICULTURAL IMPLEMENTS, 'ey Call or write for Illustrated Circulars and -Special Prices. Reynolds Street, AUGUSTA, GA. ALE X. 11. OTJ R T IW, Thomson, Oa, Has the Shop, fomerly own.d by J. T. Smith in BrancbYills, sad is prepsred to carry on the different branches of the business. Carriages, Wagons and Buggies Made and Repaired. Blacksinithing in all its Branches Undertaking in all its Branches. !b© Bast Work, all guaranteed, and the lowest prices- By s*r ct attention ta Bumnetf' he Kakn a liberal tthare of patronage. r r ii e Phoenix I>kug Store Is full In every department of the PUREST iin<l REST Only EVERYrHINO NEW since the memorable fire. NO OLD and WO& IHLES3 DRUGS. Fullest and BEST stock in the county oi DRUGS and PATENT MEDICINE 1 Unip Ouods nnd Futures, While heed and Mixed Paints, Choice Perfumery, i oilot botips, Garden and Field Seeds, al to Oils of all kinds, Ktc , Elc; Come to us for PRICES. WE ARE THE LEADERS IN OUR LINE. BR. &. J. MATHEWS, (Successor to DR. J. W. QUILLIAN,) MAIN STRERT, THOMSON, GEORGIA ~T. MARK WALTER^ ftp MARBLE WORKS '' Pijk BKOAI) STKKST. NZAII LOWII* MARKET, eSiLasar Augusta, ukoroia. Monuments, Tombstones and Marble Work generally always on hand and sde to order. AH work for the country carefully boxed, and delivered at the railroad pepot in Augusta, free of charge. Bueoiroevs of tb* work car. k> at t.ne maautactory. Cljr JlkfJufftc HUclili) Journal. YOL. XX. THOMSON, GA., FRIDAY, OCTOBER 7, 1892. A Song of Mysteries. Who shall say what snowflakes light ! Falling on the lambs at night, Clothed them iu their coats of whitef Who shall say wbat veins of auu Through the rose’s petals run, *Till they crimson one by one? This, O Love, is all our knowing: Lambs are clad and flowers are blowing. When the wild birds are a-xving In the blue and bloom of spring, Who shall say what makes them sing? Who shall tell this heart of mine Why in thunder and in shino Still the mossed-oak litres the vine? We but know the wild bird singeth And the lured vine cliugeth, cliugeth. Who shall say why rosiest dawn Gleameth, streameth, dreameth on, To the breast of Darkness drawn? Ami why thou, by earth caressed, j Still hath sought me—loved me best, Crept like sunlight to my breast? Day and Dark may love and sever, But thou lovest me forever! ““[Frank L. Stanton, in Atlanta Constitu tion. - i. . What the Kettle Sang BY HELEN M. WHITNEY. Tlio Widow Rubhlo wns brushing ; her smooth blnok hair, ami giving her niece, Dolly Hodges, a pioco of bor mind at the same time. “I wonder you ain’t ashamed of it, and you a church member, tool’ ‘ sho cried. "But, Auni Tabilha, what li it? | What have I done?’’ pleadod Dolly, ; raising a pair of clear blue oyos to her i aunt's snapping black oust. | “What have you done I You haven't primped and puckerod, and act your j oap to catch Deaoou Holly—oh, no I’’ Iu her wrath Tabitha twisted her back ludr till it was tlio size of a hick ory nub | “Oh, annt! how onn you aay mob j a dreadful thing?” Shy, sweet tent* I pored Dolly flushed out the words : with a spirit akin to hor aunt’s. “You j know it’s not true.” J “I know ’tis true.” Tlio black eyes snapped again, and the widow brushed and scolded with I equal energy, “Didn’t 1 seo yon run down to the gale oidy this morning in your blue merino dro.s, and your best hat, and ask tlio deacon to luko yon to town iu his spring wagon? And ’(ain’t the ! first time, either.” “Why, Aunt Tabilha!’' Dolly's blue oves openod very wide, ss sho looked jat hot- aunt in surpriso. “You know it was too snowy for mo to walk to i town today, and we wore obliged to have that trimming to finish the fluting on Mis. Giocii’h cashmere dross. I had boon watching all the morning for a chance to ride down.” “I don’t doubt it.” “I didn’t know tho doacon would pass —how could I? and it would liavo boon all (he sumo if Farmer Dob son, or old Uncle Peter Jones, had ! oome along.” “Oh, yes, thal’lldo to tell,” retorted the widow. “And of ooitrso it was absolutely necessary for you to run back and get a piece of bread and jam, or something, for that spoiled young ono that’s always stuck along with his father I” Dolly laughed, in spite of her vexa tion. “I wont back for my muff,” she explained, “and Freddie said ho was hungry, so, of course, I brought him tho bread.” “Olt, you needn’t make excuses, j and think I’ll believe ’em. I know well enough ’twould be a good match for a poor girl like you, that lias to make your own living. But Deaoon Holly’s too smart to he caught like that; and it’s for your own good I’m a-warning you, Dolly Hedge*. But I shall come over and speak to Sistar ! Dorcas about it after a while, for 1 seo there's no uso talking reason to you." “Yon may spare yourself the trou ble, Aunt Tabitha, for my mother knows all yon can (ell her, already,” retorted Dolly, as sho drew the hood of her waterproof ovor her head, and walked proudly away. But there was a troubled look in her downcast eyes, and the envenomed words still rankled in her bosom. Doacon Holly felt weary and worn as ho entered his lonely dwelling. The large, handsome rooms, with their costly furniture, had a dreary, deto lato look that made him shiver. The dining-room looked snug and cheerful. A bright fire blazed in the i ample fire-place, and tho sun streamed through the west window, lighting up a pot of vivid chrysanthemums which stood on the wide sill. Aunt Patty, the presiding genius of tlio housekeeping arrangements, had taken her knitting and gono out to have a chat with the next neighbor, having, however, with commendable prudence, first replenished tho fire with a froli back-log and front stick. and hung the iron tea-kettle over it to save building a fire in tho kitchan. Aunt Putty’s oilier preparations for tea were already made. Tho cold hoof was sliced and sot away in tlio safe. The apple bu'.tcr was already dished iu tho cut-glass bowl; a mince pie was cut, and a.pitcher of sweot cream stood ready for tlio tablo, which wns already set, and covered with an extra cloth to protect it from the dust. Tho gingerbread was sliced, and a plate of honey stood in closo proximity to a loaf of brownbroad and a pot of yellow butler. Deacon Holly was tired, and throw ing himself into an ensy-chair by the fire, ho foil to meditatihgon his lonely lot. It wns three years sinco little Fred die’s mother had boon laid to rest un der tho daisies ou tlio hill-side, and tho deacon had nevor ceased to miss hor. Somehot*; tho more ho thought of her tho more attractive seomod his latest day-dream, of giving tho sub stantial old li-uso another mistress, and his hoy a now mother. He looked down with a smile at Freddie, who lmd fallen asleep before (ho tiro, with ills head ou a crimson ottoman. Tlio smile was followed by a look of perplexity as Deacon Holly leaned back iu the cushioned chair, and set to work ou a problem that had recently begun to puzzle him sadly. And while he puzzled, a pair of black eyes seemed to claim his attention in the fore ground, while tuo bewildering blue onos cast shy glances nt him from a distnnoo, as if too timid to approach nearer. Tho black eyes looked very attract ive, tho blue ones vory entrancing, and tho frown over tho deacon’s noso dooponod perceptibly. Proseutly a most wonderful thing occurred. An amazing thing, such ns tho doacon hud novar heard of in ull his life boforo. Tlio iron tea-kottlo, which had for some tiino been singing mvay quite merrily, suddenly puffed out a cloud of steam, liftod its lid, tiltod itsolf ou ono side, and I iui'o 1 ut the deacon in the most ludicrous uuil ueaucuuntablo manner. The deacon could soarcely boliovo the evidence of his senses. Ho put ou his spectacles and starod at the kottlo iu amazement To lilt intonso surpriso, (ho erratio kottlo blew out another oloud of steam, tilted still farther to one side, and gavo a broader staro than evor. It then began to sing, in a bolstor ou, tone: “Double, double, toil and trouble, The and eacon’s married the Widow Rubble.” At this Deacon Holly drew iiimsolf up with an air of quiot dignity. “I bog your pardon, Mrs. Ivottle,” ho said, mildly. “You uro laboring undor a mlsluko. 1 am not murriod to anybody.” “Oh, yos, you aro, old chap,” re turned tho tea-kettle, suuoily. “You aro married to the Widow Rubble that was, and she’s out iu tlio kitchen this inlmtle, Jawing Aunt Paity for putting so imiok wood on the lire, and for having both honey and apple but ter for supper.” “Doar me,” sighed tlio doacon. “I really had no idea of snch a tiling. 1 think you are mistuken, ma’am, in deed.” “No, no, deaoou, uo mistake about it, Ido assure you. Such things fre quently happen, my dear sir, tako my word for it,’’ persisted the keltic. “But—hut it ccrtniuly cannot boa a legal marriage, when it occurred without my knowledge.” “Oh, bless your heart, that makes no difference—no difference at all. iny dost- sir I You aro in for it now, and wilt have to face tho music. Rubble rhymes to trouble, you know. Tho worst of it is, tho poor little hoy will cotno in for his share of tlio trouble. I (ell yoa, it made my blood boil to see her order that poor child around before you cuine homo today. No won der he’s asleep o n the rug lids mmuto, and when she made him shovel oil all the snow from around the house, and thou finish gelling that load of coal into the collar —a bitterly‘cold day like this, too. The deaoon groanod. “I should think you’d a known bet tor, deaoon. I really should,” wont on tlio tea-kottlo. “Didn’t yourcointnon sense toll you that Rubble rhymes to trouble, and Doily rhymes to Holly? What could ho plainer than that? However, it’s too lato now, and here’s tlio new madam at her tricks alroady. Look at hor now, a-grabbing that poor child by tbo scruff of tho neck, and hnstling him into the kitchen, just be cause lie went to sleep on the floor.” “I won’t stand it,” cried the deaoon Jumping np. “I'm so glad you’re awake, deacon,” said Aunt Patty's mild voice. “I've waitod half an hour for yon to wake up, and I’m dreadful afraid the tea is spoiled, standing so long.” Tho deacon rubbed his eyes and stared at Aunt Patty, at tlio cozy table, at tho merry blaziug fire, aud then at tbo iron tea-kettle. It hung demurely from its hook ovor the ruddy blaze, singing in low, sub dued tones, unlike the boisterous way in winch it had so recently boon in dulging. A weight seomod takon from tlio deacon’s heart, his spirits rose. He was not married, afier all! “Where’s Freddie?” lie asked, as ho took his sent nt tlio lablo and sipped liis tea. “Oil, tho poor child was so hungry I gavo him his suppor long ago, aud lie’s gone off' som’ers, I don’t know where.” Tho deneon finished his supper with a good nppeiito and n light heart The Widow Rubhlo inado quito an ntiractive appearance in hor wine colored merino dress, with her black hair smooth and shining, and her checks a little, just a liltlo redder than nature hud made them, hor black eyes as black as ever. “Must you go? Do 6(ay longor,” sho wus saying, pollloly, (o her friend and crony, Mias Miranda Pock, who had run in for a half-hour's gossip. “Oil, dear, no. 1 must go at onco," returned tho visitor. “But I must say,” sho added, as her hostess accompatiiod iter to tlio door, “I should think that boy would bo an objection.” “Oh, not nt all.” Tho door was open, now, and tho widow’s voico was high and shrill. “Freddie is old enough to be of some assistance now, and 1 should put him to work ut once. Ho bus boeu spoiled all his life, I know, but 1 would soon put a stop to ull that.” “Good ovoning, lndlos." The words proceeded from a tall form which loomed up in tlio dark ness, unperceived before. Botli ladies uttered little shrieks of surprise. “Dear mo. Deacon lioliy 1 I did not soo you in tho dark. Do walk in.” Mrs. Rubble gavo hor friend a terri fied pinch, which tho conscionco idrickon Miss Peek returned with in terest. “Do como in, deacon,” persisted tho widow, detorminod to bridge mut ters ovor, if possihlo. “Not tonight, thanks, Mrs. Rub ble,” returned tlio deacon, politely, hut coldly. “My boy, Freddie, bus run oil', mid I culled to soo if be was bore.” “Tho dear child! 110 isn’t hero, deacon; but come iu, and I will scud out to look for Idm. lie can’t bo far away.” “Oh, I couldn’t think of troubling you. lie lias probably run ovor to soo his friend, Miss Dolly Hedges. I’ll just run over and look him up my self. Don't let mo detain you, la dies.” And the dcucou walkod off. Dolly’s blue eyes dropped a littlo, and tlio color deepened on her rounded cheeks as tlio deaoon entered and dia coverod Fiedilio sitting in hor lap, making himself quite at homo, pulling her curls and her blue ribbon bow. When, a short timo thereafter, pretty Dolly Hodges became Mrs. Deacon I Jolly, the disgusted widow informed her friend Alias Peek, in confidence, that it all came of Dolly’s making so muchof that spoiled young one. Unconscious Mrs. Rubble I Sho nevor suspected tlmt her faio had boon influenced by what the old iron tea kettle sang. [New Yoik Weekly. Harvesting Hay. Now, it is a wonder somebody hadn’t thought of this before. Of wlmt? Why, of harvesting bay just as grain is harvested. Judgo Davis lias tried it on bis farm near Mineral Point. Tho reaper and binder intro duced into a field of timothy gruss worked splendidly. The sheaves of grass curod rapidly in shock, tlio hay was free from sand ami dirt that is usually collectod from raking tlio ground, retained much morn of Us sweetness, tenderness, and aroma than if treated by tlio old scattering and bleaching process, and Judgo Davis says the hay is not only worth $2 per ton more than if harvested in tlio usual way, hut that both exponso and labor were saved. Now, why didn’t somebody think of all this years ago?—[Columbus (Ohio) State Journal. No Cause for Fear. Tourist—lf you saw mo drop down this horrible precipice, you would bo terribly upset, would you not? Guide —Oh I not in tho least; you have paid me in advance, you knew. NO. 42 THOMAS & BSARTON J^jj^Organ'i House A HUB ! ==•••“■' IN CHtANJB, UPRIGHTS slid SQUARES. WE ARE NEVER UNDERSOLD. W Take Old Pianos and Organs in A FULL LINE OF SHEET MUSIC -JtCTjj W MIUHICJ HOOKIS. THOMAS 4& BARTON, 714 Broad Street, AUGUSTA, - - - GEORGIA. CCrN. 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