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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. NO. 5 Cf)c Cherokee 3i>uatuc. PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY —)BY(— ROB’T. P. MARTYfJ. Office Upstairs corner Gainesville and lifs “ ‘ seeet I[arietta Street—old stand of the "Georgia Advocate." Official Organ Vherohee County •Advertising Rates extremely low—U) unit the times.AFI Lkoal advertisments inserted and charged for aa prmcribcd by a recent act of the General Assembly. Local notices 10 ceuta per line for the first insertion. Advertisements will be run until for bidden, unless otherwise marked, and charged for accordingly. 0KW communications intended for pub Ticatioa must bear th 9 name of the writer, pot necessary for publication, but as a guarantee of good faith. We shall not in any way bo responsible for the opinions of contributors. No communication will be admitted Into our columns having for its end a defamation of private character, or in any other way of a scurrilous import of public good. Correspondence solicited on all points of general importance—but let them be briefly to the point. All communications, letters of busi ness, or money remittances, to receive prompt attention, must be addressed to BOBT. P. MAltTYN. Canton, Ga. THIS PAPUEl^j' Newspaper A4rtiUsli| Bureau (IS Sprues fiteeaii, whose aOven ypys umu iwarm»NEW YORK. (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. Otit