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t i j ) ( 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, d v , 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.