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^U10,d<A:l... Examine how your humor to incline** mud which the ruling ponton ot your mind. ** T' 1 <!V“ i CANTON, GEORGIA, TH01 lORNING, FBBROAM *4, 1881. €l)t Cljtrokct Advance. PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY” —)BY(— ROBT. P. MARTVN. Office Up-*fairs corner Gaine»rille and west Marietta Street—old *tand of the “Georgia Advocate.” OttietnWrynn Vherokee County $39“Advertising Ilatis extn-nielv low —to an it the times. -4fl Lruat, tadvertisments inserted and charged for as prescribed by a recent act of the General Assembly. Local notices 19 cents per line tor the first insertion. Advertisements will be run until for bidden, unless otherwise marked, and charged fur accordingly. All communications intended for pub lication must bear the name of the writer, not necessary for publication, but as n guarantee of good faith. Wo shall not in any way bo responsible for the opinions of contributors. No communication will be admitted into our columns having for its end n defamation of privato character, or in auy other way of a scurrilous import of public good. Correspondence solicited on nil points of general importance—but let them be briefly to the point. All communications, letters of busi ness, or money nmiitances, to receive prompt attention, must be addressed to KOBT. 1*. MA1CTYN. L>fl Vi I ] CANTON. OS. THIS PAPER p" ■ Miw ■ Kowkll * Co’s Newspaper Advertising Bureau (to Sprue* Street),where adv*r» aipus »iamsf Using contrnote may b« made for It In NEW YORK. (fttncr.il 0irc:tor». 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 119*1* mniA tint] nn In mil film U *a *■>>#!. •**. ... 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* ” , . |, i i 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. >