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CANTON, GEORGIA, TH01
lORNING, FBBROAM *4, 1881.
€l)t Cljtrokct Advance.
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CHURCHES
M. E. C ioiicH, South—Rev. If. M
Quillian Pa.tor. Preaching every first
Sunday by the pastor. Preaching on
the 8d Sunday by Rtv R K Ledbetter
Prayer Meeting every Wt-auesdaj night.
Sunday Sclio d at 9 a . w. Ben. V Payne,
Superintendent.
BaptistChchcii -Rev. J. A. McMur-
ry, Pastor. Preaching every second and
fourth Sunday, and Saturday before
2nd Sunday Sabbath school at 8 r h.,
M. B. “’aggie, Superintendent.
Episcopal. Rev. Geo.. McCauley’ Pas
tor. Preaching 3rd Sabbrth at 11a, m.
ORDERS.
T. A. V.—Meets every first and third
Monday's id 8 r. m., in Masonic Hall.
W. A. Traslry. W. M.
Jaiikz Gai.t, Stc'ty
K. of II.—Meets ev-ry. 1st and 3rd
Tuesday at 7 1-2 P. M , in Masouic Hall.
W. A. Tea-dey, Dictator.
Jabez Galt, Reporter.
corjrrr oeucers.
C M MoCLURE, Oidimiry.
JABEZ GALT. Clerk S. Couit.
• J P SPf AR8 Sheriff.
T W Alt WOOD, Tax R. culver.
M O ( OK.KK, 'lax Collector.
J L COGGING, Trca-urcr.
V W MOORE, Suivoyor.
Wm. T. KIRK. Coroner.
G. I. TEASLEY, County S. Com.
Du. J. II SPE1R,
M. A. KUi 'll,
Rev. M. BUCKET,
A T. SCOT I’. |
J. B. RICHARDS, j
County
* Board
of
Education.
MAh ROUTES
On July the first all the routes leaving
tliis place, except the Dawsonvillc and
Dallas, were increased and otherwise
changed. The following is the correct
time of leaving, arriving and the con
tractor of the different routes.
< antou to Makiktta, (No. 15030).—
Daily, except Sunday. Leaves 0:30 a. m.,
arrives 0 30 p. m. President M. & N.
Ga , It. R contractor.
Canton to Dawso.nvxi.le, (No. 15125).
■Tri weekly. Lea'es Monday, Wednes
day and Friday at 7 a. m ., arrives Tues
day, Thursday and Saturday at 5 p. m.
Juo. C. Richardson contractor.
Canton to Talking Rock, (No. 15,
324)- —Arrrivcs Monday and 'ihursday
at 11 a.m., and leaves at 12 m.
Canton io Bio ( reek via Hickojiv
Flat, (No- 1 8138).—Leaves Tuesday and
Friday at 8 a. m., arrives on Wednesday
and Saturday at 4 p. m. R. J Smith
contractor.
Canton to Jasper, (No. 15802).—
Daily, except Sunday. Leaves at 8 a. m.,
arrives at 4, p. m. M. H. Loyelady
oontractor.
Office hours: Fiom7toll n. in.; 1
5 p. ra.i and 7 to 8 p. in. The mails
will Le closed 80 minutes before their
jepaiture ®n each of the above routes.
Sundays the office will be open from
10 a. m. B- F - Daniel
Postmaster.
Violu hiul found a lover; or at leaet (
John Ellsworth aspired lo that dis
tinction
Two years ago, the paternal Ells
worth had given John on his twenty-
third birthday a deed of a small, good
farm near hit own. John set about
making a home lor himself, with
one of his liull-dozuti sisters to man
age it, and went at his farming in
earnest. And the younger female
portion thought him a rather desira-
able ohjeqt to maneuver for.
Perhaps that wus the reason that
why Viola hud been so gracious to
him. It was something to secure
without an effort, attentions that all
i he other girls schetmd lor. But
John Ellsworth did »ol realize lies
ideul. lJuder her calm exterior, Bhe
dreaded romances of the most vivid
rose-pink.
One June night driving over to
see his Inly, John found her with
an unusual Hush on her fair young
fare. She r«.de w,t i him—accepting
hie invitation in u matter ol-couiie
way that was dieiidfully discourag
ing.
Ic came out alter a l.ttle while,
that. Mrs. Moruington, a great-aunt
hud sent for her photograph a men'll
ago, not having seen her since she
was a child. Two duysago had come
an invitation to spend a couple of
months with her (the great-aunt) in
New York and she wus going to-mor
row.
“Its no use denying/’ the young
fellow said his voice jfTowiug husky,
“that I’m sorry" for this. 1 Hon t
know what will cotale to you from
this. You are not contented here ;
you never will be until you have
had an experience beyond it—per
haps not then. I am not wise enough
to tell yon now, I suppose ; bull
love you, Viola. Mind, I do not ask
you now for any return. I shall
wait for wliut the future may put in
your heart to say.
'Indeed I do care for you, John ;
and you can’t blame me lor wanting
to go. Aunt needs me, you see; and
no one does here, particularly. And
I’se never seen anything of socie
ty-
*1 know dear—’
‘And 1 shall not forget you/ in*
terrjpling him. ‘I shall
think
hand.
'For two whole months/ a little
sadly. ‘Good by, then/ kissing the
hand he held. And then Viola found
herself alone, and then went to finish
her packing.
Viola’s next two months were d -
lightful. She was always prettily
und Frank Thorpe pass-
valuable time beside
that night.
‘Frank Thotpe is not a man trifle
with, my dear. I liink he it iu
love with you. You could hardly do
better.'
‘Do better?’ raising her broad lids
for a full steady look. ‘I hadn't
thought there wus to be any ealeu
Intion. No, Frank does not care for
ntc aunt.’
‘If he is in love with you, so much
the better. Bat come . Mrs. Grove’s
bull must be attended/
Viola went to that bull, and (rose
Frank Thorpe, who, unconscious of
offense, languidly ussumed his usual
station near her.
Among Hrt. Grove's gues’s that
night wa« a rather good-looking man
who certuinly was no longer youn
Having loot one wife, he won
looking for another. When he was
presented to Viola she wus barely civ
il. Mr. Nicholson seemed to lika
ir.
Frank Thorpe had reused bring fros
en. To tell the truth, Viola mode the Mrs. Mornington, for two days after
advances. There was a shade more o
languor in his tnffttner, and hit sai
j
id
never appeared one to whom Bhe
could give a second thought, unless
it was—well, perhaps, John Ells
worth, if the life that would follow
with him were not too narrow to
breathe in; or Frank Thorpe, if he
were not too lazy to speak. And
then, by contrast, there came a vis
ion of Mr. Nicholson and all his
wealth.
If she had shown the first symp
toms o( her moods to Mr.Nichalson
he would have desisted from his at
teiitions at once. Here was youth
and beauty in a statuesque state of
perfection. That wus whHt he wan*
ted—the statuerqueness, and every
body considered it a settled affair.
I think Viola began to consider it
herself. She had just one letter
from John Ellsworth after his return,
and he said:
‘I love you, Violu, and um waiting
for you.’
She did not even nnswer the let
ter. But she was cross, even with
it.
Then she was seiz- d with n fit of
gray eyes had au added shadow ; but homesickness, and, had her friend
besought no explanation froo\j no t been taken very suddenly ill,
a-nothing would have kept her there.
One frosty sparkling morning Vio# Mr . Nicho | ion
came more frequently
lahad been out for a walk. On tbc th.,, ever; in his way, very kind
way she met Frank Thorpe, as sno fnd considerate.
was very apt to do. He accompanied One night in early spring Frank
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her home and entered the house with
her. Then Viola, lading bright filer<
self, begun lecturing him on his par
.poscless Nfe.
^ ‘If I were a man—, emphatied-
‘Thank heaven you arc not i*How
ever, go on/
‘You put me out, Mr. Thorpe;
why don’t you do something ?,
‘Do something ? Don’t I ? lam
your devoted attendant three fourths
of my waking life/
‘Yes and get yourself and me
talked about by everybody. Not
that I care, certainly/ hurriedly to
recover her blunder. ‘I shall ohoose
my friends where I pleuse/ making
matters worse of course
You see/ he suid leaning forwurd
and laying his hand confidentially on
her arm, ‘I cannot bear to see a clear
hearted honest girl lowering herself
to the ways of these ar’ficial brain*
Ives, girls, who have been bred up
, all their lives in the business of
of you-giving him her etching a husband. You don’t
Thorpe came nnd took Violu out for
a drive.
'You are looking tired. We may
. not hav? another such night for a
month/ Frank said.
just now. lie Beemqil laboring under
the impression that there had been
an earthquake.’
‘And so there has been. There;
talk about something else. You
needn’t be entertaining any more.’
‘Miss ltuwdftn,” the servant an
nounced, and that put an end to it
all.
Viola reasoned herself into the
conviction that aho was in love with
Frank Thorpe, nnd, if not actually
in that condition, site might easily
find herself there.
Thu crisis wub not far off. Com*
iug in front un errand, that night,
she found all the dimly-lighled house
empty, and went on from room to
room till, in the library, shu opened
the door on Finuk Thorpe.
‘Nino* you w*A not at homo, I
came to find for inyself a volume
Mrs. Mornington hud promised me/
lie explained. But ho closed the
door us lie gave her u chair, as if the
tete-a tete were a purtof his plan.
‘We might us well begiu with a
clean record/ he said, witli a great
deal of liurd earnestness in his voice.
‘You lire not my first, Viola. Not
quite two years ago shu jilted me. I
wus in un awful spoony condition—
there's no denying it—und for a few
weeks thought it would be the death
of me. One morning my letters and
trinkets came buck to me. There
was not a word of explanation, and
I did not choose to ask any/
‘And the young lady’s name?
‘Emily Prescott/
Emily Prescott?’ Why, that )•
dress d,
ed his
her.
John Ellsworth called the night
after her return.
‘You look well und happy/ he said
scanning her face.
‘I am,' she suiu, and she told him
all about her delightful visit.
•And are you going tosetlle wit hus
now.’
‘Oh no! I stay here only a few
days. My aunt is coming for me as
she returns from a visit she is mak
ing.
‘Poor fellow/ Viola said as lie went
down the moonlit road. And then
Frank Thorpe’s dreamily sad gray
eyes came up before her, and she for
got John Fllsworlh's shady brown
ones,
Mrs. Mornington oame and took
the young lady away, and Frank
Thorpe was once again hanging
around her—a most desirble mutrimo
nial prize.
The Christmas holidays came and
went. Frank Thorpe lounged iu on
Christ mas day, and was
paler und more listless than
er.
Mrs. Mornington gave her first
bit of advice to her young charge
need any paltry ambition. Wait un
til you find a man worth falling in
love with, and then marry him.
Wait forever, if you dou’t fred him/
Viola sat motionless with astonish
ment. It any dumb thing had found
voice she would not not have been
more amazed. And she felt so fully
called to administer advice. While
she, sat, his hand still ou her arm,
and his eyes still on her lice, the
door opened and John Ellsworth was
ushered in. Violu swept toward him
with eager outstretched hands.
Frank Thorpe, being disturbed by
this LvW-coiner, wiio was called John,
and recsived with such an outbreak
ot enthusiasm, gathered himself up
and lounged away.
John Ellsworth was in town for
a fort night. Viola always accepted
his invitations, and when the time
came for their fulfillment there was
some unavoidable obstacle in !he
way.
Then Lent came and there wus a
sudden cessation of gayeiy. John
was culled away by his fuiher's ill
ness, and Viola felt the inevitable re*
action.
I» was alike everywhere. In the
nurow circle out of which she had
come there were jealousies imd heart-
burnings, and petty scheniings—no
better and no worse than she hud
come to know .n the past weeks,
though possibly less disguised by
smooth, conventional polish of man
ner. Wait till she met u man she
loved 1 She might wait until she
was gray and blind. There hud
|aH a dozen sentences, tnd yet wliei
he set her down at her own door, and
held her hand for a minute as he
said ‘Farewell/ Viola felt that they
were nearer to enchotlier than ever
before.
Viola wus one morning summoned
to the drawing room to meet Mr.
Nicholson. In the occupation of the
past weeks she had had very little
opportunity to think about him or
his purposes. No girl ever went to
meet the final question with less de
termination us to her answer. She
knew Ins errand the moment she en
teivd the room. Not ihut he was
confused or hesitating, or in any way
disconcerted.
‘My dear young ludy/ he said, ‘I
want your permission to ask you a
personal question.’
‘You have it, sir/ she said.
And then, in a speech which was
more like a set oration than anything
else Viola had ever heard, he offered
her his hand and fortune.
She went up-stuirs to Mrs. Morn-
iiigton, saying:
‘And I’ve done it! And I am so
surprised!’
‘At what?’
‘I refused Mr. Nicholson/
‘Perhaps you will be sorry that you
have said no/
‘Perhaps. I shall never be sur
prised at anything again/
A servant uiinounced Frank
Thorpe.
‘Aunt, shall I—’ and paused,
1 Even in her reckless, over-sighted
mood she could not complete her
sentence.
‘Shall you be kinder to him than
you have been to Mr. Nicholson ?’
•Don’t ask me.’
So Viola went down to see her vis
itor, vho was at the full tide of his
languid, tired indifference.
‘How very entertaining you are to
day. Your conversrttionabpowers are
something to be wondered at,’ Vi
ola said at last, impatiently.
‘Entertaining ?’ opening his eye3
with mild wonder. ‘I supposed that
your share of the interview. How
ever, il yon like, I’ll begin. You are
not booking as well us usual this
morning.’
‘Thank you. What u very prom
ising beginning/
But you have infinitely the ad van
fed notopaokl th* f««ug lady law* U>u oiler aeon.
r rwl vnfi mlmn T.. . a I C ..I. .1 b ft : - OI Bill a
WAGES, f w* ”
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The following clipping waa en
closed by a mother in a letter tb her
son, who is employed in a Cnnton
store. Tho uct of this mother, in
Bending tliis to her boy, ovinooe* n
motherly solicitude, tinged with a
Christianity that will doubtless
have its inflaonee on him for good
—at any rate it ought to. Wo
commend thopieco to tho consider
ation ol our young mon:
“f Imvo loft my jiJnoe, mother/’
said u poor boy when bo returned
from his work.
“Why lmvo you left?” said his
mother. “Was ypur master unkind
to you ?” i j, .
“No mother;)he wm kind enough •
said the boy.
“Didn’t you liko tho work ?” ™k
ed tho mother.
It woh the wagon I didn’t like,”
said tho hoy, solemnly. “My mas
ter wanted me to sin, nnd tho wag
es of sin is dbath.”
His muster had expected him to
lie about the goods And deceive and
cheat tho customers; but the boy
said, “No, air, I can’t do hucIi
things, I will louvu yeur service
first.”
And be did leave it, and be was
right too. BuoU boys will mako
mothers’ hearts glud, a tad will find
that the Lord takes cape of those
who trust iu Him, and will not
work for Satan, nor earn the wages
Just home from abroad—in Paris
mourning. Her father and mother
both died somewhere in France in
the spring, and she came homo with
the Mertons.’
‘Viola,’ staling at her with eqger
eyes, T can’t believe it,’ dropping in
to a chair. ‘My poor darling—’
It seems to me, Frunk, that the
little arrangement wc entered into
ten minutes ago might ns well be
quietly annulled. Your ‘poor dar
ling' is ut present with the Mertons.
Hadn’t you better go up at once and
rearrange the progrurnme.
'I don't know. Viola, von will
think me a acoumlr#d, but I believe
I love her yet/
‘Of course you do. Who doubts
it ? There, don’t say a woman can’t
be generous/
After tliut nothing could keep her
in New Yotk, and three duys after
reaching home, driving her old-fash
ioned pony-chaise over the green
country rond, she came upon John
Ellsworth walking, and he uccepted
her invitation to ride.
‘It is good to be here again. I
was thorughly homesick.
‘When are you to be married ?’
‘Never!’ with a butst of vehe
mence; ‘unless you—oh, John 1’ with
a hysterical sob.
At home a telegram awuited her.
Mrs. Mornington was dead.
Mrs. Mornington died poor. She
had spent all her money. So Viola
was not an heiress after all.
Such trials do the faithful good
It may seem hard to Buffer becausi
Wo will not Bin ; but tho rough sei
makeB tho sailor, tho hoi furuact
makes tho gold, the strongeat faitl
conies from the hardest trials, and
they who Buffer for Christ’s und
conscience's sake shall be blessed
hero and crowned with joy horoaf-
ter, _ _
ifhrm and 4}ome.
Georgia Pone.—Mix together
with the hand, one quart of Indian
meal, one teaspoonful of salt, and
cold water enough to make a stiff
batter; beat it with the hand for
ten minutes; put it into a hot
groasod pan, and bake it forty-five
minutes in a rather quick oven, but
do not allow it to burn.
MORAL AND RELIGIOUS
One of the hardest lessons to
learn in life is, that tho man who
differs with you, not only in opin
ions but in principles, may bo no
honest and sincere as yourself.
Wliat man believes, he will do;
and if he has no faith to guido his
practice and impel him to action,
he will only drift—and no mau ev
er drifted into a good and useful
life.
Never wait for unpunctual peo-
pl®{ they have no reputation to
lose save that of their unpunctual
ity, and thereiore they cling to it
•uui you nuve luuuueiy me tmvuti *'/ J _ °
fcage of Mr. Nicholson, whom I met with the utmost tenacity.
Tho Poultry Yard says heus fed
on clear, sound grain, aqd kept on
a clear grass run, give much finer
flavored eggs than hens that have
access to stable and manure heaps
and oat all kinds of filthy fopd.
Hens feeding on fish and onions fla
vor their eggs accordingly, the same
as cows eating onions or cabbage,
or drinking offensive water, im
part a bad taste to th® milk and but
ter. Tho richer the food, the high
er tho color of the eggs. Wheat
and corn give the best color, whilo
feeding on buckwheat makes them
colorless, making them unfit for
some confectionary purposes.
Few men achieve success through
luck. Especially is this true of the
cultivation of the soil, where noth
ing is got for nothing; whore there
is an intimate relation between
causo and effeot, a just compensa
tion for ati honest day's work, a To
ward only for persistent effort tnd
steady purpose.
The profits on small fruits, if
properly cultivated, are very large.
A fruit grower in Columbia coqpty
raised during the pa$t season, two
hundred and twenty btiBheis ol
strawberries from an acre of graTtad
The variety was Monarch of the
West. One hundred bushels ol
raspberries from the acre, is notai
enormous yield. >