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N ’ftll Qeoi‘giaj|, PUBLISHED EVERY fHURsD A BELLTON, GA. BY JOHN BLATS. Tbbmb— sl.ou p er amum 50 cent* for six. ■onus; 25 cents forthree months. r*ni«i *way irotu Bellton a.e requested io Mud taeir names with inch amounts of money •> toey can pare, tom 2co. ’o *1 ■ ■ ' • .. ... .m SONG. BY DJU LA MOILLK. Not where the poison dews distill. Which bring much woe to men. Shall we our brimming glasses fill, And drink and fill again. Bui we shall quaff the water pure, Which sparklee in the wave. Whose draught 00 sweet doth health assure, And far removes the grave. Water, true gift of heaven thou art; ■Without thy smile to bless, Earth were a desert and man’s heart Could ne’er find happiness. STARVING TO WIN A WIFE. It was a July afternoon. Three men sat on the veranda of the village hotel. Their feet were on the balcony railing, their chairs were tilted back and they were fanning themselves. These men were Judge Barron, County Judge, Parson Miller and Col. Gherkins, a retired militia officer, on no pay. Not one of them would see his 50th birth day, for they had passed it. “ Speaking of fasting,” said the Judge, breaking a long silence. “ Hasn't been mentioned,” snarled the Colonel, interrupting. The Judge dropped his chair squarely down on its four legs, and looked sav agely at tlie Colonel. The Colonel re turned the look and snapped his fingers contemptuously. “ Don’t be boys ! ” urged the minister with a smile. He smiled because he knew the fiery but harmless ways of the gentlemen. “ Well, -we are too old for this sort of thing.” said the Judge, leaning back again. “ But, speaking of fasting—l will have it that way—reminds me of my attempt at suicide.” “ It was in the papers,” said Gherkins, stopping his fanning long enough to glance sideways at the othgr. "It was," admitted the«ludge, "but it doesn’t signify now, over twenty-five years afterward" “ Humph I ” grunted the Colonel. "I was iu love, doctor,” and the Judge turned his face toward the min ister. “ That is what he thought,” observed he Colonel, with a cockle, half cough and half laugh. “ With a girl,” continued Barron. "Well added!” cried Gherkins. "Though the tendency of young men is, we know, to fall in love with old women. “And not, as you well know, Colonel, for young women to fall in love with old men. ’ “ Your’e as old as I am,” shouted the Colonel. “ Not by fifteen years,” exclaimed the Judge. "But you take my remark as personal.” “ That’s the way you meant to have it taken, I know,” growled the unamiable old man. “So you ought,” said the Judge. “ But never mind that ! I fell in love. That means to be miserable. At 22 one has love as one has the measles, se verely, all over, as a matter of business.” "When I was a boy,” suddenly began the Colonel. “Why, that is ancient history,” cried Barron. The Colonel said something in an undertone, and lighted a cigar. “ I had always been in love with Miss Lon Dexter,” continued the Judge. “ I began to suffer when I was in round abouts. was a sort of duplex, Vack action, extra-elnstic passion. I suppose I made a fool of myself. Didn’t I, Colonel ?” "Decidedly !” declared that person. “ I felt as sure of Lou as I did of my self,” the Judge continued. “ But when I came back from college I thought everything had changed for the worse. There wr s no longer that familiarity and confidence that had existed between us. Half the time when I went to see her she was either busy or out for the even ing, or engaged with a musty old fellow who had money, but whose name I won’t mention.” “ Musty, Judge ?” howled the Colonel, springing to his feet. “ Musty ? Have a care 1” "Poetical license, I suppose,” sug gested the minister. "Now, if he had said moldy—” " Just as libelous, just as infamous an untruth,” shouted the Colonel, stamping up and down the veranda. “Oh, well, consider the remark with drawn,” laughed the Judge. “ The man was there, all the same, and kept me from confidential chata with the girl I loved.” “And he knew it!” chuckled Gher kins. “ She knew it!” said the Judge, gravely. “I didn’t mind any of these tilings so much as the story that The North . Georgian. vol. m. she was going to marry the old fox, and that her wedding clothes were being made. That struck me like the ball from a Whitworth gun. ‘Lon,’l said, the first time I met her after hearing this story, ‘ is it true that you’re getting ready to marry this man ?’ naming him. “She had away of half turning her face and looking up at you with a sauci ness in her black eyes that would drive a man crazy. She looked at me that'’ way. “‘Don’t you wish you knew?’ she asked, and walked away, looking back ward just once, in her coquettish way, over her shoulder. “Ten minutes afterward I saw her walking with my venerable rival. ” “Venerable alongside of veal,” said Gherkins, savagely. The Judge laughed. “ You are posted, Colonel,” he said. “ You forget that I mentioned no name for the gentleman.” “You might as well,” said the other. “ Oh, the doctor can wait or guess,” was the reply. Then—“ Miss Dexter’s indifference crazed me. I wanted to tell her that, as a man, I loved her. She knew that in my childhood I had idol ized her. But what Chance had I ? What good would it do, if she were going to marry the infirm fellow wheezing asth matically by her side? I went home as sured that life had no value to me. The more I thought of it the less I cared for it. The less I eared for it the greater my anxiety to be rid of it. To be rid of it meant to take it. Suicide is horribly vulgar, ordinarily. It is only the Frenchman who makes it sublime. He “There! here! I must protest,” ex claimed the parson, holding up his hands in horror.J “Such talk is not orthodox.” “ I’m not telling an orthodox story, doctor. What 1 think now and thought then are two different affairs. Enough to say I resolved on killing myself. As in my disappointment I felt no hunger, starvation seemed a very refined method of self-extermination.” “Economical to the last !” exclaimed the Colonel, returning to the attack. “You’ll never carry the practice of your life to such an extreme,” said Bar ron ; “I have the satisfaction of know ing that. However, Colonel, your bitter ness is natural. 1 forgive you. Dr. Miller cannot fail to see that I’m treat ing you like a Christian—that is, as if you were one. Well, I began the siege myself. The supplies were cut off. I retired to my room and refused to eat. That meant a great deal '.vhen it is con sidered that for four years I had lived at a college boarding-house. It meant more when one remembers that it was done for love. Men talk of killing them selves for the objects of their affections, but they seldom, if ever, try the starva tion plan. It takes true grit for that sort of thing. Perhaps this storv of mine hasn’t the sentimental fervor that animated me then. It seems now to have been an example of rather funny obstinacy. The first day was lived through without much discomfort; the second found me hungry ; the third, I was half crazy for food, and the smell from the kitchen infuriated me. I be gan to wonder if I wasn’t making a fool of myself.” “ Yes ! You were the only one who had doubts about it!” said the Colonel, quite cheerfully, all things considered. “ Meanwhile,” continued the Judge, “ every relative got wind of the matter and came to hold an ante-mortem in quest. The doctor was summoned, and at last the newspaper of the town came out with a highly-seasoned story, in which Miss Dexter was, by innuendoes, referred to as the cause of the trouble. Os this, however, I knew nothing. I was too busy in scheming to counter act the plots of my friends to force food into my stomach to care what was being said odtside of the house. The night of the third day was a horrible one. It was made up of a succession of dreams of banquets at which I could not eat enough to satisfy my hunger. “The next morning I was out of my head until noon.” ’ “Out of your stomach! Brains had nothing to do with it,” said the Colonel. “Out of my head,” repeated the Judge. “It seemed as though I was about to collapse and die. Everything was whirling around and around, when the door was opened and a face came into view. It had a familiar look, but at first I could not tell whose it was. I looked and looked and looked, and then dropped away in a fainting fit.. It lasted for a minute. When I came to, the first thing that met my gaze was this same ' face. The eyes had the same electrical BELLTON, BANKS COUNTY, GA. OCTOBER 14, 1880. gleam as of old; the lips were just as seductive in their expression, and the voice made the sweetest of music. She took my thin face in her little hands and looked sadly into my eyes. ” “ Fred! Fred!” she whispered. "Dear old boy, tell me what this means!” I shook my head wearily. "I’ve been away,” she said, "and there’s a horrible story about us in the paper—about me, I mean—that I am the cause of this. Have you seen it ? ” “No, Lou.” “ Are you going to kill yourself, Fred ?” bringing that dear face of hers closer to mine. “ I shall continue to try.” “ Why ? What is the matter ?” “ You are the matter, Lou, if you must know,” I getting desperate, with her lips so close to mine, and the questions coming thick and fast. “You are the matter.” “Me?” “ You.” I could see that she wanted to make me tell, and I believe that the only tiling that kept her from asking was that she believed she knew what I had to tell. I resolved to settle my doubt, and, if I was going to die, to have her know just the reason for my suicide. “Lou,” I began, putting an arm around her waist to steady myself. “ Lou, I am killing myself because you don’t love me.” “How’ do you know that, Fred Bar ron? Yon make me ask the question.” Her face came down upon my shoulder, tuid she began to sob. “Because, Lou, because, liecause”—l paused simply because I didn't know, but hail only guessed at it, and in my weak condition it seemed as if I hail been wofully mistaken. "Well, then, I knew it because you always put Gherkins l>e ♦ ween us; and how could I tell you over his shoulder that I wanted you to be my wife.” "Did you want to tell me that, Fred ?” "Yes I” “And that animated old petrifaction kept you away ?” “Ammat«d Old Petrifaction, eh? Did she call me that, Judge Barron ?” shrieked the Colonel, slapping his hat on his head and driving it down with a blow of his fist, as he sprang from his chair. “If she did, sir, I demand satisfaction, the satisfaction of a gentleman, sir ! ‘Animated Old Petrifaction !’ And this by a woman I would have honored by , marrying ! It is too much, too much ! You shall give me revenge !” Barron laughed. So did the minister, “You shall have what you want, Colonel,” said the Judge. "When, where, how? That tiilk suits me.” “ By coming around to dinner with me this afternoon. You know Mrs. Barron has changed her mind about you since that day.” “ I’ll be blanked if I will,” roared the Colonel, slamming the chairs aside as he tramped away. “ At 4 o’clock sharp,” said the Judge, leaning over the railing, and speaking to the angry man on the walk below. The Colonel shook his fist in reply. “He is very wrathful,” observed the minister. "Buthe will come all the same,” said the Judge. “ I suppose that young lady gave you a favorable reply,” meekly observed Dr. Miller, who wanted to hear the conclu sion of the story. “ Favorable ? Os course ! Bee that lady over the street there ?” “ Mrs. Barron? Oh, yes !” “ Well, she was Lou Dexter before I married her. Her ‘yes’ stopped my suicide. ” “ Indeed!” " Indeed. And what is more, in view of my profession, I’ve never had to starve since.” TUB RICHEST CITY OF ITS SIZE. Frankfort-on-the-Main, with a popula tion of about 100,000, is reported to be the richest city of its size in the whole world. It is asserted that there are 100 Frankfurters worth from $4,000,000 to to $5,000,000 each, and 250 who are worth $1,000,000 and upward. The city is one of the great banking centers of the glolie. Its aggregate banking cap ital is estimated at $200,000,000 —more than one-fourth of which the Roths childs, whose original and parent house is there, own and control. The total number of pauperism Lon don, exclusive of lunatics in asylums and 886 vagrants, on the last day of tne second week in June was 85,049, of whom 46,793 were in workhouses and 38,256 receiving outdoor relief. A man in Philadelphia gathers slops and swill and garbage and distills it into whisky. BIOGRAPHY. Thomat Babinglon Mncrtnlaff. This noted historian was the son of | Zachery Macaulay, a West India mer chant and wonderful philanthropist. His grandfather was Sir John Macaulay, a Presbyterian minister of West Scot land. Young Macaulay was born in the year 1800, educated at Trinity, Cam bridge, where he acquired a reputation as a scholar and debater, and twice won the Chancellor’s medal, first, by his poem “Pompeii,” second, “Evening.” He was elected Fellow of Trinity and devoted himself to literature, becoming a contributor to Knight's Quarterly Magazine. In 1825 he made his ap pearance in the Edinburgh Review in his famous essay on Milton, a production so learned, enthusiastic, and brilliant that it captivated the whole reading world, and placed him in the first ranks of es sayists. In 1826 he was called to the bar but never practiced the profession. About this time he was elected to Par liament, for which he repaid his constit uents by setting forth their doctrine in a manner so luminous, powerful and at tractive that his adversaries were charmed, and convinced if they were not convicted. In 1836 he went to India and spent some time in the preparation of a new penal code, but was not very successful. On his return he was re-elected to Par liament. As a statesman he was the implicit friend of freedom, both civil and religions. He eloquently sustained the Roman Catholic, bill for the relief of Catholics, and in consequence was un seated, but five years thereafter was re-elected without effort on his part. In 1848 he published the first two volumes of his world-renowned “ History of En gland”—the finest history, too, ever written by ancient or modern writer. It was received with an enthusiastic popu larity which has lieen attained by very few of the great novelists. When he published in 1850 bis two last volumes they created such excite ment in Paternoster row as had never been seen before. Shortly after he wm elected a member of the French Academy of Moral and Political Science, and was raised to the peerage in England under the title of Baron Macaulay. He died in 1859, at Holly Lodge, near Lon don. He was a man of superlative tal ent, thorough scholarship, and his ac cumulated knowledge was prodigious. Hie knowledge of modern Europia and especially English history from the time of Henry I'lll. was unsurpassed. His style is pure, luminous and exquisitely modulated, or musical, while his powers of description were such that his “His tory cf England ” might be compared to the cartoons of Raphael in the Sistine Chapel of Rome. Allison said, “ After a review of the chief characteristics of Lord Jeoffrey, Mclntosh and Smith, we find Macaulay’s turn of mind and style peculiar, and ex hibit a combination rarely, if ever, ex hibited in ancient or modern literature. Unlike Jeoffrey, he is deeply learned in lore—ancient and modern. His mind is richly stored with the poetry and his tory, both of classical and continental literature. Unlike Mclntosh, he is emi nently dramatic and pictorial. He al ternately speaks poetry to the soul and paints pictures to the eyes. Unlike Smithy he has omitted subjects of party contention and party interests, and grapples with great questions and im mortal names, which will forever attract the interest and demand the attention of such men as Milton, Bacon and Machiavelli. The grand characteristic of his style is the shortness of his sen tences. He often conveys several ideas in one line.” A STOICAL INDIAN. An Indian near Major’s ranch was suf fering the pain of rheumatism in one of his legs. Concluding he could bear the loss of the leg better than suffer longer, he laid the leg across a log and with on ax chopped it entirely off a little lielow the knee, bleeding to deatli in a few minutes. Each time he struck ’ the leg he hallooed, which attracted attention, or the facts would never have been known. And thus went another aborig ine to the happy hunting-grounds.— Sonora (Cal.) Democrat. Dr. Bandenell Carter speaks of several children who were sent into a garden to work during one-half of the school hours, and who outstripped those who studied during all the hours. He says also that some men die of stupidity artificially produced by neglect of tal ents with which they are endowed. All successful men are said to have one quality in common ; they are thorough i ly in earnest and do not allow thein i selves to be beaten. NO. 41. PAY AS YOU GO. What Mr. N. J. Shepherd says in I the following article is just aa good ad- ; vice for the printer or any other busi- ' ness man as for the farmer: “I think one of the worst evils the I farmer has to contend with is going into debt Many and many of them are always in debt for their machinery from year to year, and to their black smith and their merchant from one l year’s end to another. Men of Uris ! class always have to sell their wheat at soon as they can thrash it and haul it to market, their corn as soon as it is ripe enough to gather, and their stock as soon ns the animals are salable. They have no choice. They cannot wait for a better market, because, if they keep the merchant waiting too long, they know there will be no chance of getting credit another year, and it takes all they have got this year to square up old accounts. As a rule, such farmers are obliged to sell at low prices and pay the highest price for what they use, and therefore lose on both sides. Most formers will find it far easier, and a great deal more prof itable, to pay as they go. There is no question but that they can get goods cheaper for cash. Any merchant will tell you he can afford to sell goods for less money if he gets cash every time instead of waiting six months. Pre cisely the same is the case with all with whom the farmer deals, and it will pay anyone to live close for one year in order ever afterward to l>e free from the galling pressure of debt Do with out everything that yon can possibly live without. Do not buy a new plow, or a new harrow, or any other new implement simply because you can buy it on credit. Wait, and wait patiently, until you can pay as you go, and you will be surprised how much you will save in a year ; for I honestly believe any farmer will buy more when he is buying on credit than he will if he pays cash every time. It is those who are in debt, head over heels, that feel the hard times so severely. We farm ers who ore out- of debt nw. , are the most independent class, of men in the country. Keep out of debt.” NOME REMARKABLE TREBS. Boston is said to own the two first horse-chestnut trees brought to this country. They are reputed to be 108 years old. A ring does not always denote a year, for the blue gum tree of Australia sheds its bark twice a year. A tree recently hewn, that was known to lie only 18 years old, showed thirty-six distinct rings of growth. Old oaks and yews in England are not uncommon. Several oaks felled in Sherwood forest, about a quarter of a < entury ago, exposed, on being sawn up, die date 1212 and the murk or cipher of King John ; and it has been calculated that these trees must have been several centuries old at the time the marks were mode. Berks, Pa., claims the largest chest nut tree in the country. It measures thirty-eight feet four inches in circum ference; the lowest limbs are fifteen (eet from the ground, and measure four teen feet in circumference at the base. The top of the tree is reached without i’.anger by steps that are fastened be tween the limbs. It is estimated that that this tree contains about seventeen cords of wood. It still yields about three bushels of chestnuts annually. The oldest yew tree in England, which is situated in Cowhurst churchyard, was mentioned by Aubry, in the reign of Charles 1., as then measuring ten yards in circumference at a height of five feet from the ground. It is said, on the au thority of De Candolle, to be 1,450 years old. Its present growth is about thirty-three feet In 1820 this old tree was hollowed out, and a cannon ball was found in the center. In 1825 a severe storm deprived it of its upright branches. A door has been made to the inside of the tree, where seats are to be had for twelve persons comfortably. Stephen C. Spence, a young farmer of Kingston, N. C., met Mrs. M. E. Waller in the road. After bowing to her, ho said she must kiss him. The lady indignantly hurried on, whereupon Spence followed, and, despite her strug gles, kissed her. She made complaint, and Spence was arrested. He was tried, and sentenced to thirty days in the county jail for kissing another man's wife. — - A negro barber, at St. Louis, studied law at night for several years, and was finally admitted to the bar. He now works in the shop on Saturdays and Sun ; days, and practices wiG considerable ouc- I cess in the courts <- "ther day* Xofth Published Every Thursday at BELLTON, GEORG] A RATES OF SUBSCRIPTION. Oue year (52 numbers), $1.06; six month* US numbers) 50 cents; three months (13 numbers) 25 cents. Oliice in the Smith building, east of the CURRENT ITEMS. The Empress of Austria is said to be a skillful fencer. The Cape May hotel-keepers are ebarging guests with puppies $lO per week extra. Pocket-handkerchief dresses are common in England. They are garments to weep over. An old thermometer is never very popular. Nobody wants to see a ther mometer over 70. The fellow who picked up the hot penny originated the remark, “ All that glitters is not cold.” Elias Polk, the colored carriage driver of President Polk, still lives at Nashville, aged 75 years. The sale of Edwin Arnold's “Light of Asia ’’ has been tweutyfold greater in America than in England. Little boy: "Ma, when you go to heaven shall you let this house ?’’ ‘ When I go to heaven I shall not think about such things os that. ” Boy: “ But when everybody is dead what will be come of all the world?” Ma: “The world will be destroyed.” Boy: "And all the houses, too?” Ma: “Yes.” Boy : “O ! what an awful waste I” Three little girls had great fun in a neighlxjr’s house at South Bend, Ind., daring the absence of the family. They first broke all the window pones. Then they poured several gallons of milk on the parlor carpet. Finally, they empt ied six dozen cans of raspberries and huckleberries into a tub, and dyed all the fine dresses they could find in the juice. Herbert Spencer defines life to be "the definite combination of heterogen eous changes, both simultaneous and successive, in correspondence with ex ternalcoexistence and sequences;” G. H. Lewes as “ a series of definite and suc cessive changes, both of structure and composition, which take place within an individual without destroying its iden tity.” The railroad niouojsilies don’t have it nil their own way, after all. A lady in Chicago sued the Central Pacific for $75 damages for allowing a locomotive to scald all the hair off a valuable dog ex pressed her from San Francisco. She obtained judgment and collected the money before the company found out that it was a Jajtauese dog and never had any hair. The London Economist says hun dreds of thousands of sheep, if not mill ions, have died of plague in England, imd the Russian, Turkish, English, and Afghanistan wars, as well as those of Turkey, Syria, Persia, and the Tridan country, have caused tens of million's of sheep to be killed. In fact, wool-grow ing in Turkey, Russia, Persia, and India has been almost given up on account of the wars and the low prices current for the past five years. Wun.K trout-fishing in Holden, Mass., C. G. Parker saw a woodchuck and a fox running toward the burrow of the for mer. The fox reached the entrance first, and, turning, faced the woodchuck. The latter turned to run away, when the fox seized him by the throat, and a life ond-death struggle ensued, tlie fox Iteing constantly on the aggressive, and in about five minutes he had the woodchuck hors de combat. He then took the car cass by the nape of the neck and trotted off into the woixls. Austin (Tex.) Review : While bath ing in Bear creek, Lembert Briott, a stone-cutter, was bitten by a water-moc casin. After being thus wounded he made a dive for the shore, striking the snake from him, but had scarcely reached tlie bank when he discovered that the snake was pursuing him. He made good his escape, but upon reaching his camp he discovered that he was bitten on the finger, and, taking a cold of fire, burnt the flesh of his finger to the bone, thus destroying the poison of the bite. HE EARNEST Earnestness iu business wins. If it lawyer tries a suit, it is of little impor tance to him, being but one of 100, in an extensive practice, yet it may lie an e|>och in the life of his client; jierhaps his first suit, or at least he clothes it with great importance. His life, liberty and property may lie at stake. The British Government is consider ably disturbed by the recent movements in Ireland. The peasantry arc reported to lie arming themselves, and Irish- American agents arc said to be busy in the country. The British military force in the island is being daily increased, and during the long, dark nights, as a British Judge once remarked, lively work is anticipated.