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- Examine how your humor in inclined. and which the ruling passion of your mind.’’
VOL I.
CANTON, GEORGIA, THURSDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 17, 1881.
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(General 53ircctorn.
CM IMILMIE*
X. V. 0 hunch, South—Rev. H. M
Quillian Pastor. Preaching every first
Sunday by the past»r. Preaching on
the 8d Sunday by Rev B E Ledbetter.
Prayer Meeting every Wednesday night.
Sunday School at 9 a *m. Ben. F. Payne,
Buperintendent.
Baptist CliUKcn—Rev. J. A. McMur-
ry, Pastor. Preaching every second and
fourth Sunday, and Saturday before
2nd Sunday. Sabbath school at 8 p u.,
M. B. ' r 'Jggle, Superintendent.
Episcopai,. Rev. Geo.. McCauley' Pas
tor. Preaching 8rd Sabbrth at li a, m.
OMMEHS.
P. A. M.—Meets every first and third
Monday's at 8 P. m., in Masnnic Hall.
W. A. Tr^LKY. W. M.
Jahe7. Galt, Sec’ty
K. of H.—Meets, cv. ry 1st and 3rd
Tuesday at 7 1-2 r. is., in Masonic II ill.
W. A. Tea-ley, Dictator.
J&bcz Galt, Reporter.
corrjrrr office ns.
0 M MoOMJrtE. Oidiuary.
JABKZ GALT. Clerk 8. Court.
J P 8i*t< AIIS. Sheriff.
T W Alt WOOD, Tax R< ceivcr.
M G < OKER, Tax Collector.
J L COGGING, Treasurer.
F W MOORE, Surveyor.
Wit. T. KIRK, Coroner.
G. I. TEASLEY, County S. Com.
taclea such as Brutus might have
incumbrances—came to the resoueUnt cm when*ra»w «ta« gbwnsof-Gfe
with such A tremendous sneeze, as I gar’a
Du. J. H. SPE1R,
M. A. KElIH,
Rev. M PUCKET,
A. T. SCOTT. .
J. B. RICHARDS, J Education.
County
’Board
of
BIAL ROUTES
On July the first all the routes leaving
this place, except the Dawsonville and
Dallas, were increased and otherwise
changed. The following is the correct
time of leaving, arriving and the con
tractor of the different routes.
( Anton to Marietta, (No. 15030;.—
D tily, except Sunday. Leaves 0:30 a. in.,
arrives 0 30 p. m. President M. & N.
Ga , R- R- contractor.
Canton to Dawbosviiz.e, (No 15125).
-Tri-weekly. Lea'es Monday, Wednes
day and Friday at 7 u. m., arrives Tues
day, Thursday and Saturday at 5 p. m.
Jno. C. Richardson contractor.
Canton to Talking Rock, (No. !5,
824)—Arrrives Monday and Ihursday
at 11 a. m., and leaver at 12 m.
Canton to Bio Creek via Hickory
Flat, (No. 15138).—Leaves Tuesday and
Friday at 8 a. in., arrives on Wednesday
snd Saturday at 4 p. m. R. J Smith
contractor.
Canton to Jasper, (No. 153G2).—
Daily, except Sunday. Leaves*! 8 a. m.,
arrives at 4. p. ni. M. H. Lovelady
wsntractor.
Office hours: From 7 to 11 a. in.; 1
(p. ni.; and 7 to 8 p. m. The mails
will be closed 30 minutes before their
jenarture en each of the above routes.
Sundays the office will be open from
9 10 a. m. R- E. Daniel
Postmaster.
PRIVATE THEATRICALS.
CHAPTER II,
Thnt very night I began to prepare.
I could not have had a more fuvorn
bfe opportunity. My wife had gone
to fhe United Tatting and Crochet
Association, as it was the regular
night; my man, Dutch Joe, had
driven her there in the family char
iot, which consistedbf one horse and
a vehicle that, for want of a better
name, I had christened the ltigma
role. That I might not be disturb^
ed, 1 went down in the kitchen to
tell the girls they need not attend
to the office grate, as I would see to
it myself; that they might bring up
a pitcher of cold water; and if they
wished to visit the neighbors’ girls,
might go for a couple of hours,
which favor they did not refuse. In
the first place, I must have u heavy
black mustache and beard; they
could easily be procured in the city.
But then my nose was long, straight,
ao i thin—a peculiar nose. What
was I to do with it? Over a black
mustache and beard it would be more
conspicuously noted—perhaps recog
nized ut once There was not anoth
er nose like it io Goose Common.
Couldn’t the tip be turned up with
a thread running around behind my
ears so ns to make u snub of it? I
tried it, and it was capital io effect;
but the sharp-edged thread was high
ly irritating to the pugnacious or
gan . That wouldn’t do. Could I
enlarge my uostrils by stuffing them
full of cotton? I tried this; but
nature—always ready with contriv
ances of her own to rid herself ol
ancea in general, and at this enter
tainment in particular—and his wife.
He had the richest congregation in
Goose Common, many of thorn af
flicted with good old iashion chron
ic complaints. I was his family
physician ; his patronage secured the
very peurls of his congregation ; and
here I was, oeught with a nose half-
dramatized ! Fortunately the hall-
lamp was only dimly burning, and
lie had not seen much as yet.
“We saw your office-lamp shining
through the blinds/’ said he, in n
pretty gruff voice, “and we knew you
were at home—no, not in the par
lor”—(I was in hopes to get them
seated there in the parlor iu the
dark, and under pretense of getting
u light, plunge my nose in warm
vater and relieve it of all incum
brances)—“no, not in the parlor,’’
said he; “ws will go in the offioe.
Mrs. Buldblather’s tonsils are swelled
to an enormous size, and she has
come to you for your advice.”
Could anything be more unfortu
nate? In that offico was a Caroel-
lamp of great brilliancy, a burned
cork, rouge, strips of adhesive plas
ter, a play-book, and a howl of Lima
beans1 Something must be done. I
instantly threw a uewspaper|over the
dramatic materials, and exposing my
nnsal organ to their astonished view,
waited to heur what they would say.
Great Jones Street 1 how it fright
ened them! Mrs. Baldblather threw
np her bands and eyes aud bleated
like a lamb; and the eloquent di
vine gazed at my apparation of a
note with an expression in bis epee-
was packing the cotton into its
place, that it blew both plugs out
and ucross the room. So that had
to be abandoned.
At lust an idea struck me as feasi
ble. We had plenty of garden setd
in Du cli Joe’s room, ar.d among the
rest a quantity of dried Lima beans.
I would get a couple of these beans,
glue them fast with Paulding’s pat
ent glue to the outside of “noster-
ills,” as Chaucer culls them ; a-d as
a Lima bean is precisely the shape of
a large nostril, they would do admi
rably. Then over them I would lav
a piece of wet, diuphunous isinglass
plaster, which would adhere so close
ly to the bridge and beans of the
reconstructed orgun that all would
appear as one; and then I would
paint all up to look us showy, us
possible. My wite would not be home
for two hours; I hud no profession
al culls to make; all whs quiet in
doors; and it does not take long to
glue two beans to your nose, cover
them with a wet plaster, and wait
until it dries, while you are getting
the carmine paint ready.
Howbeit the white shiny Limas
shown through the thin, skin-color
ed plaster like white blisters—or, to
speak professionally, like a couple oi
cysts provided with plentiful sup
plies of pus.
While the plaster was gradually
drying I fashioned a comic eye-brow
with burned cork over my left eye;
but the first one being a failure I was
trying another one higher up, and
had partly finished number two when
1 heard the door-bell ring. As I
supposed the hired girl would attmd
thedoor I paid no attention to it, but
the ringing continuing, the thought
flashed across my mind that both
thegirla had gout out. So I thought
I would peel my nose and take off the
accoutrements belore I opened the
door. But the plaster was dried
hard ; and as the bell kept a contin
uous jingle, I thought that somebody
••right require instant medical ad
vice, and, nose in hand, I opended
the door, and in walked the Rev.
Dr. Job Baldblather, the eloquent
Old School Presbyterian divine,
whose sermon on last Sunday had
been levelled at theatrical perform*
Roman nose at Philippi 1
A happy thought rose in my mind,
‘•You see,” said I, “how poor men
of science suffer that multitudes may
be benefited I I urn trying experi
ments ou my nose. By a topical
application to the skin an irritation
is produced which raises the cuticle
iu the form of a vesicle filled with
sereus fluid. JYou w j]| perceive,”
said I, laying my forefinger upon the
righ t-hand beau, “the peculiar shape
of this eack or bag”—Just then the
door-bell rang again, but I hud now
an excuse ready—u plausible one,
that would explain everything; and
I would not have cared if all the con
gtegution of the liev. Dr. Baldblath
er called upon me; so, as bold as a
lion, 1 went to the door and opened
it.
It was my friend Figaro. As soon
as he caught a dim glimpse of my
spectre of a nose and comic eyebrow
he burst iuto such an uproarous fit
of luughter that the house ech
oed with it. ‘Capitul!’ he shouted
out. ‘O, Doctor, what a genius you
have for the comic ! That nose will
bringdown the house! Oho! ho;
ho ; You intend to paint it red—a
true BarUOlphiaa nose! Oho! bo !
hoi’ In vain 1 pulled him by the
arm and pointed to the office door,
and with shrugs and gestures signifi
ed thus I hud company. The nose
and tL e double eyebrow ruined all
my attempts at anything like a re-
monstrative or appealing expression.
At lust I quieted him, whispered the
state of the case iu lus tar, opened
the study door, and ushered him iu
to the presence of Dr. Baldblather,
who was furiously reading the paper
I had used us a serene, While his wife
was inspecting the dramutic materi
als which had been bidden under it.
An instant had scarcely elapsed
before the sound of wheels was heard
rapidly approaching, sudden jerks of
the bell continued unterruptedly,
and I bad to admit a third visitor.
It was Dutch Joe, my gardener,
groom, and charioteer. His head
was hanging down so thut he did not
perceive my altered visage ; his arms
were swinging from side to side; ‘0,
Doo.-r, your wife is maybe del!’
‘Dead ?’ ‘Yes, she hat a catfit at de
Bingin’ schule, and I dink she's det
and gone by dis dime. All de luties
drow der scissor and der spools and
tier neetles; some for valor vent;
some opened do vintoes, some to cry
begin ; O, mein Ilimtnei | and some
lay, ‘Joe, run for de Doctor 1’ Der
old hosj is most use up, I drove so
quick us you never see ; hooray up»
Doctor ; maybe she’s det so soon dat
yon never more will see if she don’t
be alifo yet.’ Good heavens! my
head swain around! The awful in
telligence brought by Joseph had
n been heard in the office, and every
body came out in the hall. I was
bundled into the vehicle us Dr. Bald
blather whispered in my eur, ‘This
is a judgement upon you; and the
next moment I wus whirling toward
the fatal Society rooms where, per
haps, I would be too late to receivi
even a purling tecognition from my
angel of a wife ! At these thoughts
I sobbed out aloud, and Joe joined,
me in a howl of sympathetic grief.
We reached the church, in the
basement of which were the rooms ol
the Society ; down the stairs I flew,
burst into the lecture room, und there
fouud my wife lying upon pillows on
a sort of sofa, looking us pale as a
ghost, but still ulive. In fact, the
rooms having been overheated whs
the cause of her fainting away, which
had bo frightened Dutch Joe. “My
cngel, what is the matter with you?”
I cried, as 1 affectionately folded liei
in my arms; but she caught a glimps
of my my nose, did not recognize
me, gave a yawp, and fuinted away
again as dead as Jephthah’s daugh
ter.
A tiny mound, snow covered in some
quiet grave-yard.
A mother’s groping touch, in un
easy slumber, for the fair head that
shall never again rest upon her bo
som. The low sob the bitter tear,
as broken dreams nwake to sad reali
ty. The hope of future yeirs wreck
ed, like fair ships that suddenly go
down in sight of land.
The watching of other babies, dim
pled, laughing strong, and this one
is goUe ! The preseut agony of grief,
the luture emptiness of heart, all
held in those three little words, “Ba
by iB Dead I”
Indeed, it is well that we car. oopy
and soon forget the words so freight
ed with woo to those who receive and
send them.
And yet it cannot harm us nbw
and then to give a tender thought to
those whom our careless pon stroke
is prepaing such a weight of grief.—
l£ftkomo Tri tine.
MORAL AND RELIOIOU8
Character is what u man truly is,
nd what Ins reputation soon will be.
An infidol Biiid sarcastically to a
clergyman: “1 always spend Sun
day in settling my accounts.” The
reverend gentleman did not wither
us was expected, but simply re
plied: “And you will probably
spend tbo day of judgement in the
samo way.”
ness. It is a waste of|time and mon
ey to breed poor or indifferent fowl
stock when good ones can be had at
a fair price. It is the poorest of
ecouomy to bay oneap trash, and it
is bnt squadoriug of food to feed de
generate blood. Those who have
turned their attention to tnanipula-<
ting tho improved breeds, have al
ready satisfied themselves of the val
ue and importance of such stock,
and now know the higher the class
of domestic fowls tho bettef the re
sults. It is with fowls as it is with
other live stock—It behooves the
fancier or poulterer to breed the very
best. A year’s experience will satisfy
Hie beginner that the quality of his
breeding stock is of a paramount im
poriance. If the young poultry cul
tivator is umbitious to earn a name,
or make tho business renumera—
live, ho must start with prime
fowls.
Nearly all the ladies of the U.T
SmS:. screamed and ffew out of the
licture-room. Joe, who had not
had a view of my frontispiece before,
and who was nuturally superstitious
gave u yell, and bolted also. The
flying congregation soon brought in
the excellent clergyman who had
charge of the parish to which the
United Tatting and Crochet Associu
(ion belonged; they also brought iu
Dr. Phineas 13. Mumps, my rival;
Dr. Baldblather and his wife follow
ed hard upon our heels ; Figaro sum
moued all the dramatis personal; the
Society ladies all flocked inside again;
all the villuge vagabonds gathered
around the windows and peered
through them; my wife hud her
hands dialed, aud wet rags wrapped
around her head. I went to the ves
try-room, procured a bowl of hot wa
ter, and unnosed myself; my wife
recovered, but I lost my very best pa
tient. The fault was, not that I had
constructed a nose of Lima beaus,
but that I had been caught while
making it.
It is not what we earn, but what
we save, which makes us rich. It is
not what wa eat, but what we digest,
that makes us strong. It is not
what wo read, but what we remem
ber that makeB us learned. It ta
not what we intend, but what Redo
that makes us useful. It is not •
few faint wishes, but a life-long
struggle that makes us valiant and
successful.
WHAT I HATE.
The profession that fostres pride
is one that can only bring a snaro
in tho end. And not n fow of our
religious professors do this, sinco
they substitute a desire for human
recognitiou or applause for tho
prompting that comes from the Sav
ior.
BABY IS HEAD.
Human happiness has no perfect
security but froedom; freedom
nono but virtue; virtue none but
knowledge; and neither freedom
nor virtue has any vigor or immor
tal hope except in tho principles of
tho Christian religion.—Quincy.
You will confer the greatest ben
efits on your city not by raising its
roofs, but by exalting its souls. For
it is better that great souls should
live in small habitations than that
abject slaves should burrow in great
houses.—Epictetus.
Chiefest of all sublunary abomi
nations is the slatternly woman. I
blame no tnan who rashes from
home whose mistress, habitually and
from choice pours out his coffee in curl
papers or tumbled hair, dingy collar-
less morning gewn, and silp^shod
feet. If there is any time when a
pretty woman looks prettier than at
any hour in the twenty four, it is in
a neut breakfust toilette; and if
there is a time when a plain womun
comes nearest to being handsome,
it is in this same loveable dotnestio
dress. I will man tain that the
oeffee and eggs taste better, and that
the husbund goes more smilingly and
hopefully to his day’s task, after
helping such a wile to bread and but
ter. I could never comprehend the
female slattern—thauk heaven there
ure few of them 1 or understand
how a woman, though she had no
eye to please but her own, should
not be scrupulously neat in all
the different strata of her appar-
rel.
“Baby is deud 1” Three little
words passed along the line; copied
somewhere and soon forgotten. But
after all was quiet again I leaned my
hand upon my head and fell into a
deep reverie of all that those words
mean.
Somewhere—a dainty form, still
and cold, unclasped by mother’s
arms to-night. Eyes that yesterday
were bright and blue as skies of
June drooped to-night beneath white
lids that no voice can ever raise
again.
Two soft hands whose rose-leaf
fingers were wont to wander lovingly
uround mothers neck and face loose
ly holding white buds folded in con
tinued rest.
Soft lips yesterday rippling with
laughter, aweet as woodland brook
falls, gay as trill of forest birds ; to
night unresponsive to kiss or call of
love.
A silent home—the patter oi baby
fpet forever hushed—a cradle bed uii-
pressed. Little shoes half worn —
dainty garments—shoulder knots oi
blue to match those eyes of yester
day loldad with aching heart
away.
Has it never occurred to us, that
when surrounded by sorrows, they
may bo sent to us only for our in
struction—as we darken tho cages
of birds when we wish to teacch
them to sing?—Richter.
m .■ — ■
Jarm ait5 JJotnc.
llams wrapped in a thick brown
paper and packed in a barrel of wood
ashes in the cellar will keep all sum
mer.
GET THE BEST.
In euguging in a y pursuit much of
oui future success depends Upon the
way we commence business. Hun
dreds every year begin poultry keep
ing with no fixed ideas or knowledge
of the importance of first procuring
prime stock. “A hen is a hen,” and
that is the gist of their philosophy.
But in time when the poulterer
conies to know better, and sees some
of his neighbor’s flocks und hears
them tell of the profits they make on
their fowls since commencing to
keep the improved breeds, a feeling
of bitter disappointme. t reveals the
fact thut he made a sad mistake in
the beginning. It costs no more to
feed, keep, care for and house choice
poultry stock than it does the com
mon sorts. And there is a great
^ difference m their looks and uselul-
Antidqie ron Snake Poison.—
Daring a long residence in tropical
countries, where venomous Auakcs
abound, I learned by actual prac
tice, that ammonia givin inwardly,
(a fow drops mixed with water) and
applied outwardly, is the sure anti
dote of snake poison. Sinco my
return to the United States I have
seen it applied, on my recommen
dation, in two instances with com
plete success. In both cases many
hours had elapsed from the time of
receiving the bite until the ammo
nia was taken. Applied and a doso
taken immediately after tho bite of
course is moro effectual. As largo
a dose as tho patient can stand
without taking tho skin off his
mouth and throat will be the guide
as to quantity. On the Amazon
River and its tributaries I passed"
several years, and eack one of our
party carried ammonia in his pock
et when going to tho woods and'
through the thick undergrowth. It
is necessary, when living iu that
country, to look under your pillow
at night before going to bed—it is
a favorite place lor snakes - and in
the morning examine tho inside of
your shoes lor scorpions- Ammo
nia relieves one at once from the
sting of a scorpion. I am not a ’
doctor, hut only wish to give the
public the benefit of my experience.
If the information should.save one
person, I shall be thankla?.—Sub., •
iuthe World.
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