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TIE PAULDING NEW ERA.
VOLUME IV.
DALLAS, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, APRIL ‘23, 1886.
NUMBER 20.
Watt for Me.
Seaward mus the little stream
Whore the wagoner cools his team,
Where, between the banks of moss,
Stand the stepping-stones to cross.
O'er them comes a little maid,
laughing, not a bit afraid;
Mot her, them upon the shore,
Crossed them safely just before.
This the little lassie's plea—
Wait for me, wait for me!
Ah, so swift the waters run—
One false step ’twas all undone;
Little heart begins to beat,
Fearing for the little feet,
Soon hepfeor will all be lost,
Wfaii the stepping stones are crossed,
Three mom yet on which to stand—
Two 'niorq-^one more—then on land!
’Tis the little lassie's plea—
Wait for tne, wuit for met
Ah, for you, my laughing lass,
. When the years have come to pass,
May One still be near to guide,
While you cross Life’s river wide,
When no helping hand is near,
None, if you should call, to hear—
Think, however far away,
Mother still knows all you say;
E'en in heaven heeds your plea—•
Wait for me, wait for mel
—G. C. Bingham, in Washington ATews.
A Treasure Of the War.
BY. AN EX-CONFEDERATE,
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, When Johnston was falling back before
Sherman's . ’advance through Northern
Georgia, and before the conflicts at Lost
and Pine Mountains, I was continually
on the front with a bund of scouts. We
penetrated the Yankee lines time after
time, but al ways to return to headquarters
with the same report. Sherman had one
of the grandest armies in the world, and
he was in such strength that ho could
fight Johnston in front and puss his
Banks at the seme time.
Ore day; when scouting-lietween Mari
etta and Etowah River, tlte Federal env-
nlry passed and cut oil my retreat by the
highways, and' for.six or seven hours I
was obliged’to secrete myself in a thicket.
It was in leaving this hiding place that
I came across. li. dog .which Was doubtless
owned in the near vicinity, but hud been
frightened into, the woods by the skir
mishing. Me took to pie kindly, and had
ilogged my heels for half an hour when
i he suddenly lcappjd aside and began paw
ning the ground at the foot of a lnrge
beech. I halted for a moment and saw
that the earth was fresh as if a grave had
been dug. It was but natural to con
clude that some one had been shot near
by and that hrs-comrades hud given him
buriul.
Upon closely examining the tree 1
found the fresh-cut-lincs: “D. S. G.”
They were not where one would have
looked for them, but within three feet of
the ground. I had no doubt whatever
that a dead man rested there, and I
picked up a club and drove the dog away
under the impression that he was hungry
and determined to get at the body. 1
succeeded after a couple of days in get
ting back into, the Confederate lines, and
the incident did not recur to me for long
years.
One summer’s day in 18T0, while I was
going from Rome to Curtersville, I formed
the acquaintance of a stranger who gave
his name as Charles Gains, and who
claimed to be a Virginian. He said he
was looking for improved land, and hud
been advised to locate near Marietta,
rfliis story was straight enough, except
that I did not believe he was a Virginian.
He hadn’t the look nor the dialect, and
when I came to quiz- him about, certain
locations around Richmond he soon be
came confused.
I was then a detective in the employ of
several railroad lines, and it wus only
natural for me to ask myself why this man
had lied to me. 1 took pains to let him
know that I was willing to answer all his
questions, and directly he began asking
about the section of country between
Marietta and the Etowah. lie wanted
to know the value of land; if much forest
had been cleared since the war; if there
had been any finds of treasure around
Marietta, and various other things. lie
worked the answers out of me without
Kerning to be more than generally inter
ested, and while J was somehow suspic
ious of him, could not exactly determine
on what to place my finger. But ho had
lied. Why! I kept asking myself this
question, but could not answer it.
Ho had a ticket to Cartersville, and be
fore we reached that place I had made up
my mind to go with him to Marietta.
What decided me was this; He sat on
the outside of the scat and a passenger
going to tho water-cooler knocked his
hat off. It rested for a moment in the
aisle, and I plainly read the name “Bos
ton” inside in gilt letters. The name of
the maker was nbovc it, but I could not
catch it. No hat sold in Richmond
would bear the nnmc of Boston. Where
did he get it} By and by I made a care
ful examination of his hoots. He never
bought them south of the Ohio. I de
ckled the same in regurd to his clothing.
He was trying to deceive me. What ob-
jcc%couUl he have in view?
When we reached Marietta both of us
went to the same hotel. I thought he
began to fight shy of me and I took pains
to keep out of his way. During the
evening he asked several townspeople in
regurd to tho country north of Marietta,
and engaged of a livery man a saddle-
horse for the next day. I did a heup of
thinking that night over the stranger’s
ense, but when morning came I was none
the wiser for it. His horse was brought
around after brenkfost and lie rode off. I
was tempted to get another and follow
him, but by what right? What had ho
done or what wus he going to do? I
went up to my room on an errand, not yet
decided whether to go or stay, and in the
hallway my foot struck a memorandum
book. I curried it into my room, and the
first thing my eye caught was tho name
inside the cover, “George Paige.” It was
a well-worn book, and nearly full of en
tries. Most of them seemed to relate to
trips between Boston and Providence,
but near the back end I louud one read
ing: , t
“About ten miles north of Marietta,
Ga.; turn to right where highway bends
to left; go into woods about ten rods;
look for twin beech tree, with initials *1).
S. G.’ cut low down.”
My heart gave a jump. That was the
spot where the Yankee* cavalry run me
int-o hiding, and these were the initials I
had seen on the tree 1 Had this stranger
come down to unearth a skeleton? I was
wondering over the matter when I heard
the clatter of hoofs and knew that lie had
returned. He hud discovered the loss of
his book. Now, then, I did what you
may cull a mean trick. I pocketed the
book, got down stairs without being seen,
and went to the nearest Justice and de
manded a warrant for the arrest of George
Paige for robbery. Before he hud ceused
looking for his lost memorandum a eon-
stable made him prisoner. Meanwhile I
hud engaged a horse and wagon, • bor
rowed an empty tea-chest and a spade,
and, us Paige went to jail, I drove out of
town. I wanted to unearth that skeleton
myself.
It was six years since I had left it, but
I hud but little difficulty in finding the
grave, although the beech tree had been
cut down. Indeed, I walked almost
straight to it, and, though tho initials
were indistinct, they were there as wit
nesses. In half an hour L had unearthed
tiie “corpse.” He, or it, consisted of a
rotten coffee-sack wrapped around a
moldy blue blouse, and inside the blouse
were three gold watches, $420 in gold,
$1,20!) in greenbacks, half a dozen gold
rings, a line diamond pin, two gold
bracelets, a gold-lined cup, a full set of
cameo jewelry, a solid silver back comb,
and about four pounds of silver spoons
and forks, the whole find being worth to
me nearly $8,000.
The stuff lmd been deposited there by
two or three or perhaps half a dozen fora
gers, and much of it had been stolen
from tho dead on the battle fields.
AVhcu the treasure had been secured I
drove on to Cartersville, and from thence
sent the horse back and telegraphed to
Paige my regrets at his situation, as I
had discovered my mistake in accusing
him. He was held a day or two and
discharged. He rode out to the spot,
found the treasure gone, and left the
State without a word as to what his real
errand had been.—Detroit Free Press.
Genius of the Mexican People. i GssNIsg Wall Street Wealth.
The Mexican government, tKior as you Thousands of |>edcstriuus move to and
call it, nevertheless supports pub- j fro past the stock-exchange and about
lie schools, where you cAusCo the poor ’ the money center of tho city each day, says
Indian boy with his slate and ,primer, as ; the New York World. Solid old finau-
well its the young man or youij£ woman,
solving problems in mathematics, chem
istry, etc., with facilities oqitul to many
colleges in the United Stutes. i
If you pass through tho Academy of
San Cnrlps you will see picture)! executed
cicrs, whose cheek would bo taken un
questioned for a million, cotnc and go.
Dapper clerks, who look like millionaires
on steon dollars a week; messenger boys
by the score flit hither .anti thither with
hands full of bonds or other securities
by native Mexican artists in tisp highest | making deliveries aeeording to contracts
and sales urranged on the exchange floor.
Bank agents, with small fortunes often
in the enpaeJous portmonnnies strapped
to their waists, going to the clearing
house to make good the daily balunecs,
while every few moments comes tho lum
bering wagon pushed along tho sidewalk
conveying the cash from Uncle Sam’s
collecting counter nt tho custom-house to
Uncle Sam’s strong vault bo’.ow the sub-
treasury. On every side is wealth, yet
attempts nt robhery are very rare, and
successful ventures at thievery scarcer
still.
The fact is that every fnce passing
along Wall struct is reunited. It is u
great place for seeming loafers and loun
gers. Curbstone brokers have the scm-.
blance of loungers. Clerks enjoy a cigar
ette on the sidewalk. So a lounger moro
or less is not noted. But all who appar
ently loaf ubout with little to do are not
loafers. They are sharp-eyed detectives,
to whom the face of every crook in tho
country is known, and who are constant
ly on the lookout for thoso.faces.
When Inspector Byrnes reorganized
tho detective force of the city and itiado
it a rcnl terror t> the criminal classes, ho
paid particular attention to Wall street
and its neighborhood, lie knew it offered
great temptations to bold robbers of the
Dutch Heinrich type, who grab ‘the
boodle in a banker’s or broker’s office,
style of art, comparing niosT<^- .vorubly
with any production of thcj academies
of design of Paris, Rome, Mnnlch, or
elsewhere.
Go with me, if you please,Hr a narrow
lane in the small but picturesque city of
Guernavaea, and there In a small room,
working with implimcnts qJ, his own
make, you will observe a native, whom
you would perhaps class among the peons,
carving a enicifix in wood, so highly ar
tistic, with the expression of suffering on
our saviour’s face so realist^That any
foreign sculptor of tjho highest renown
would be proud to call it a .creation of
his own.
Again, visit with me the villuge of
Amatlan do los Reyes, near fV’dolm, and
observe the exquisitely embre* lured hui-
pilla of some native woman, surpassing
in many respects tho designs of the art
needlework societies of New York or
Boston—not to mention the fine filagree
work, figures in clay afld wax, as exe
cuted by the natives in or near tl)o city
of Mexico, the art of pj/ttery of Guada
lajara, the gourds, .calabashes, and
wooden trays highly embellished by na
tive artists whose sense hr acceptation of
art is not acquired Vy tedious study at
some academy of design, but is inborn
and spontaneously expressed' 1 in such
creations.
Only yesterday, in vny walks about
town, I entered the Nr'ipn^'onte do !IR ,i then fight their wvy /aft nut! off.
T 1 1 At... A i. 1 . .
Pledad, where I heard the sweetest and
most melodious strains from agrnnd piano
of American make, and beheld, to my
astonishment, that the artist was a na
tive, n cargador, or public porter, clnd
in cheap sombrero, blouse, white cotton
trousers, and sandals, with his brass plate
and rope across his shoulders, rendy to
carry this very instrument on his buck to
the residence of some bettor-favored
brother from a foreign land.—Mexican,
Financier.
Endurance of Arab Ponies.
Col. Barrow, an English officer, has
lately published some particulars relating
to the wonderful endurance of tho Arab
ponies which carried his men during the
Nile campaign. The Arab ponies in
question were stallions, not exceeding
fourteen hands in height, und aged, on
an average, from 8 to 1) years. Their cost
in Syria and in Lower Egypt is about £11
per bead, and the distance which they
covered, with men weighing nt least
fourteen stone upon their bucks, could
not have been less than fifteen hundred
miles, much of which was through sand,
j Col. Barrow adds that in the advance on
| Metcmueh 1.75 ponies, bestridden by the
| hussar detachment, had only one pound
: of grain, and not a single drop of water,
during a long and arduous spell of
nearly sixty hours. A score of them lmd
no water for seventy hours, and out of
this whole number of 350 animals only 12
died of fatigue or disease in nine months
of hard service.
A Family of Giants.
Oscar Coulter of Walker county, Gn.,
is a deputy United States marshal, and is
i the youngest and tallest man in the ser-
•vicc in Georgia, standing six feet eight
inches in his stocking feet. Mr. Coulter
has five brothers, and the shortest one ] I eun ’ h' 0,n whirling and whirring through
Tho stock-exeliange readily granted him
nil the accommodation he wished, und in
a very snug room in the exchange build
ing overlooking Wall street is the room
set apart for the city detectives. It is
in fact, a bureau of tile centra) office or
ganization, and its establishment Wns one
o.' the first steps taken by Inspector
Byrnes on assuming control of the ununi-
formed men at headquarters. He came
quietly into the street, hired a room nt
No. 17, but the fact of his presence soon
became known to tho stock-exchange
officers, and President Drayton Ivors nt
once invited the inspector and his men to
occupy Ihe room now in their possession.
The district geographically extends from
Fulton street down to the Battery, and
about a dozen men, on an average, cover
it, though lit times the force is much in
creased.
Tho Millionaire.
Who is this hard-working man? This
is the millionaire, the man who wanted
to bn rich and bus got rich, and is get
ting richer every day. Is he the happier
for it? Happy? Bless your soul, he’s
more miserable, fuller of cures and anxie
ties and harder work than ever, lie is
the veriest slave of them all. He is
pushed with business, and business is
pushing him. He has so many irons in
the tire that some are burning his fingers
while others are getting cold, ilis pres
ent life is a rush from the meeting of this
board to that board and thence to some
other board. He is director of this com
pany and trustee in that and silent part
ner in another, world without end, and
more coming. He hasn’t time to eat and
hardly to sleep, and when he does lay his
poor head on the pillow he can’t stop
business plans and schemes, hopes and
The thermometer rises by degrees.
measures si x feet four inches and the tall
est six feet eleven inches, one six feet
seven inches, one six feet six inches and
the other six feet five inches, the six
brothers measuring together thirty-eight
feet seven inches. The average weight
of the men is 200 pounds. Their father
measured six teet five inches- and the
mother five feet ten inches. Mr. Coulter
said, with a laugh: “We are the smallest
people in our settlement. When the
circus was in Chattanooga recently' they
offered us $1000 each and expenses to ‘go
with the circus, but we are able to work
and make a living, and don't want to
travel with a circus.”
it. He can’t take a day to spend in quiet
out of town, and if ho could lie would
take all of his business with him into the
woods. He is a slave and a victim. His
millions in bank don’t bring him so much
enjoyment as does a new ten cent piece-
given ton boy ten years old. He is in
fected with tiie omnia for gelling, and
the more he gets the more he wants. If
you could see him just as he is and where
he is inevitably going, and how he is
going there, you would only pity him.
He is one of the coming victims of
dementia paralytica, the prevalent ailment
among so many Wall Street inen.—New
York Graphic.
Aa Expensive Whistle.
A Florida letter tells this war story:
When tho Union gunboats made their ep-
pearunco in the hnrbor of Fomandin* (I
have forgotten under what offloor) Yu lee
had his headquarters there, but the troops
fled, ami he found himself obliged hastily
to load his valuables and papers on a train
and leave. Fcrunndfnn stands on the
north end of Amelin island, and between
the Island and the mainland there are
vest lagoons’, through which winds a tor
tuous, inky lutyou. Tho railroad eroesea
this on a short bridge some miles from
the town. There was a lively race be
tween the eMn|)ing railroad train and one
of tho gunboats for this bridge. Yulee,
who wns on the train, knew the gunboat
could not-approach very near to the
bridge, and when tho train reached It, ha
could not resist the temptation to stop os
it, and have tho engineer glvo a defiant
toot. Ono version is that the old gentle
man placed his thumb to his nose, and
executed with his fingers certain mocking
and derisive gyrations wcH known to boys
on tho street; but this I consider njiecry*
phal. Forewlth the gunboat ynwed around
and sent a shrill whistling up the bayou,
which went high over the train. The
gun was lowered, and the second shot cut
tho train neurly in two, just back of the
engine. In consternation tho old gentle
man leaped from the train, ran abend to
tho locomotive, climbed aboard, and he
and tho engineer together pulled out. ia
all haste,', and mado no end of running
until they had put a long distance be
tween them ami tho gunboats.
In telling this story afterward to Col.
L. A. Hardee, nephew of the famous gen
eral of tactics memory, the old gentleman
said that that toot on tho whistle coat
him $20,000,
An Exile’s Hold on Havggea.
, 'There Wfftitte told' of a sea captain,
who, in a distant corner of tho southern
sens, visited an undiscovered or unex
plored group of beautiful islands. After
landing and trading with tho gentle na
tives, lie was astonished by the vi«it of g
white man, evidently a person of means
and consequence, who, after making
himself very agreeable, implored the cap
tain to give him a story-book, if lie had
such a thing in his possession. Tho cap
tain had, and, deeply touched by tho
pigs and cocoa-nuts which the white ex
ile had given him, bestowed on him a
copy of the “Arabian Rights’ Entertain
ments.” Ovorcomo by the present, the
exile burst into tears, and cried: “You
have saved my life, and given me rank
and wealth.” On explanation, he said:
“I should long ago have been enten, but
while they were fattening me I learned
enough of their language to tell a child
the story of “Little Red Ridinghood,”
The child repeated it, and the whole
population were mud with joy. They
bad never heard a story before. From
that day I became great n and honored
man. When they had a national festival
I sat on top of a hill, and thousands wept
'while some elderly relative was being
rooked for a feast) at the cruel death of
the grandmother us caused by the wicked
wolf. I had with me a volume of ‘Fairy
Talcs,’ and I soon began to set a price on
•ny performances. ‘Red Ridinghood’ is
rather worn; I only get a hundred cocoa-
nuts for her now; but’ ‘Cinderella’ is still
good for four pigs und a turtle, and
‘Beauty and the Beast’ brings six or sev
en, according tho quality. But with the
‘Arabian Nights’ I shall be able to go on
accumulating pork to the end of my
days.”
Spiders for Ague.
Spiders were formerly considered to be
a cure in rural districts for ague. Some
years ago a lady in Ireland was famous
for her success in curing people thus
affected. It appears that the only medi
cine she employed was a spider rolled up
in treacle. The patients were ignorant
of the contents of this novel bolus, so
tnut imagination hud nothing to no witto
the matter. In England, also, the spider
has been called in as an ague doctor. In
Lincolnshire the creature was treated
very much after tiie above-mentioned
Irish fashion, being rolled up in pasta
and swallowed; but elsewhere the animal
is put into r and worn round the
neck.
