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CHEROKEE ADVANCE.
VOLUME V
“ Wo had rather be riurlit than to bo President. "
CANTON, GEORGIA SATURDAY, MORNING. OCTOBER 13, 1883.
NUMBER 43.
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W. ». A G. I. TEASLY,
ATTOKNEYSut LAW,
CANTON, GEORGIA.
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IJcm Inniiit'il to them. \Vi 1 practice
in all the courts o the e unty. n r .d in
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JOHN"h. BELT,
Carpontov,
Haring permanently locate! in Ce -
tor—He i' now prepared to do a l k n b
of carpenter’s work Building nml n
pairing comply done at eat i. factory
prices. Parties contemplating building
will find it to their interest to ret m»
prices before closing contnc s with oth
er workmtn. J. H. DELI.
TIN SHOP.
J. H. STEADMAN,
MsnuNcturer oi all J’lnwaie, roofing
guttering, store pipes, gas p pe<, steam
pipes and anything made of Lin, etc.
Repairing.—Will repair any and it-
erything irom a tin cup to a forty hone
engine at short notice. All charges low
•ad work warranted. Marietta street,
Canton, Qa. [m*i25 '82 ly
MEDICAL CARD
DR. N. SEWELL returns thnuks to the
nititens of Canton and vicinity, for their lib-
tral patronage.
Being permanently located, will continue
te prsstics medicine, surgery midwifery.
Hoping by imlmtry, energy and strict ap
plication to business, to merit an increased
patronage and confidence.
Office in Dr. W. A. Green’s Drug Store.
Residence adjoining W. H. YVsrliok.[nov9
J. M. BtJRTZ,
ITTOMKY JIHD COUISELLOR AT LAW
CANTON, GEORGIA.
Office in the Court House. [mar25 ly
GEO. R. BROWN,
Attorney at Law,
Will prsetice in the Superior Courts
nl Cobb, Milton, Forsyth, Pickens and
Dawson counties, and in the Superior
! nd .Tti tici C nuts of Cherokee.
Cfli p i v>r J >s M. MoAfee's store.
Special attention given to the collec
tion of claims.
Busierss respect ully solicited.
J.tn 13, 1883
TAINTING!
BRIDGES & FORRISTER,
House and Sip Painters,
Will paint wagons, buggies, furniture,
and all other plain and fancy painting.
fcLe or a H drrss .1. W. BRIDGES cr J. B.
FOUR Sl'ER. Canton, Ga. [feblO ’83
COME
AND
SEE ME.
I HAVE just opened a Complete Stock
direct from the manufactory of Fancy
Candies, Mixed Candies, Fiain Candies,
Crackers of all sorts, Also Freeh Raisins,
Nuts, Oysters, Canned Goods, and every
thing wanted in this line. I respectful
ly ask patronage of my friends, both in
the store and job work. B.lanke, Deeds,
4c. always on hand,
CLAUDE F. EDGE.
Nev 18,1882.
SOMEHOW OR OTHER WKOKT ALONG
G. W. EVANS,
Gainesville Street, : CAN ION, OA
ear the Railroad Depot.
Hones and Buggies at reasonable
price*.
Carriages and Hones always nady.
Will tend to any part of the country,
with careful driven and gentle teams,
Ail kinds of stock fe>l and well cared
for.
HAULING AND DRATING
done at low rates.
Customers will be politely waited on
at all hours, day or night.
G. W. EVANS,
nov26 '81 til Proprietor.
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FRESCO & SOENje ARII8T ALSO
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Tinting, Cardo-Tinting, painting Sept i
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J. M. HARDIN,
Mar.l0-’83. Canton, Georgia,
C. D. M ADDOX,
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CANTON. GEORGIA.
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H. H. McENTYRE,
J3ricU, TMaHiurinn-.
AND STONE WORKMAN,
CANTON, GEORGIA,
1 am fully prepared to <’o any kind <if
Masonry or i’ afctrr'ntr at. I lie Jo .vent possible
rates, and solicit the pnt'onnsp of t|,rede,
•iring work in my line. H. H. IcEntyhb.
A NEW WORK SHOP.
1) V. B idires has opened a shop one
ilnur 11) v.* Oro. Lathtm’a store. He
build- Lo’oc, mills. Bridges makes and
tepstrs ail kinds of furniture, and does
*r.yu,:rg that can be done with wood.
Cill and ite him. [janl888tf
R. E. CASON.
DENTIST,
las now located in Cartereville. He
,,;iciin patronage from hia old mends
ad rs his professional eervioa* to ad.
I fool MB
The good wife bustled about the house,
Her face still bright with a pleasant smile,
As broken enatclics of happy song
Strengthened her heart and hand the while
The good man sat in the chimney nook,
flis little clay pipe within his lips,
And sll he’d made and all he had lost,
Iteady and clear on Ills Anger tips.
“Good wife, I've Just been thinking a bit.
Nothing lisa done very well this year;
Money is bound to be hard to get—
Everything's bound to be very dear;
Bow the cattle are going to lie fed,
How wo’re to keep the boys at school,
Is kind of a debt and credit, sum
I can't make balance by mv rule."
She turned her around front the baking bread.
And she faced hint with a cheerful laugh;
“Why, husband dear, one would think
That the good, ricli wheat was only chaff.
And what if the wheat wrh only chaff
As long as we botli are well and strong;
I’m not a woman to worry a hit.
Somehow or other we get along
"Into some lives some rain must fall,
Over all lands tho storm must bent,
But when the rain and storm are o’er,
The after-sunshine is twice as sweet.
Through every strait we ltavo found a road,
In every gtief wo have found a song;
Wo liavo bad to liear, and had to watt,
But somehow or other we get along.
“For thirty years we have loved each other,
Htood by eaeli other wliatovor befell;
Six boys have called n* fattier and n other,
And all of them living and doing well.
Wo owe no man a penny, my dear,
We're both of ua loving, and well and strong,
Good man, I wish you would amokc again,
And think how well wo’vo got along."
He tilled Ids pipe with a pleasant laugh;
lie kissed hia wife with a tender prido;
He said, “I’ll do as yon tell me, love,
I’ll Just count up on tho other side,”
She lelt him then with his belter thought,
And lifted her work witli n low, swoet aong-
A song that followed me many a year,
Somehow or other, we get along.
J. W. JARVIS,
JEWELER AND PHOTOGRAPHER,
CANTON, GEORGIA.
Can be found at hia G tilery, at any
time where be is always riady to do good
work at a low price. [JuJylGtf
a. tv. VH ■ M IS . .TNO T ATT-W>_Y
NFWMAU & ATTAWAY,
A’ terney3 at law,
O N ON : ’ : GEORGIA.
V. i i- c. 're i- 'he Snp‘r : or Court of
C": i- k ri a-lioia’ng count'**. Prompt
a , nl i-i or, all busine-s pla.v.iin
lujj.r till; s Unite in the Court Housj t
THE OLD “FLINT MILL”
It was an old, unpainted, double sort
of n frame house. It stood at the foot
of the hill—tho beautiful, gtusBy, green,
sloping hill, from whose side buret out
one of the finest fountains in Amblesido
Township. A compact bcech-tree,
double, too, like tho house, stood just
above the rook from which gun bed the
rill or pure water. Everybody called
tho house the “Flint Mill,” It was
nicknamed that in derision by the neigh
bors, because every one of Deacon
Flint’s children lived there a spoil after
they wero first married. Folks said tlie
old father put them through the “tough
ening process” before bo lot them go out
into the world.
There was Abijah and Amiriah, and
Dorcas who married Sam Oarmichal,
aud releg and Austin, and Amaryllis and
Amelioo Isabel, and lastly, at tho time
we write this, thoro lives in the Flint
Mill, Sebastian and Malcolm. Bossy is
married to Mercy Howard, and Male to
Linda Price, and two good women so'
different it would bo hard to find.
If I want to sit down and talk about
books, Linda Flint is the woman I want
to see; but if I am bothered about tho
yeast not coming, or tho butter showing
never a speck after au hour’s churning,
or tho grease and lyo not mixing and
turning into soap, or tho spot on
tiio carpet, or the annoyance of
rats and mice, or the hen leaving
Iter eggs unhatched, I go to good, wise
Mercy Flint and tell her how I am an
noyed. She will smooth her fat red
hands down over tho well-ironed foldaof
Iter gingham apron and say, “Well,
you’re not the first ouo who’s had that
bother!”
Indeed, I am glad that neighbors are
not all alike. It wouldn’t bo pleasant.
The variety of tastes is what makes
them useful and helpful.
For instance, 1 ran over to Mercy’s
one day last week with, “Don’t von
think i the hen on tho Plymouth Rock
eggs goes off three or four times » day
and wallows in the ashes and sand, aud
she behaves just as if she didn’t like the
business of hatching! I’m afraid she’s
giddy and won’t settle down t« mother
hood and its duties in a womanly way.
What do you think, Mercy ?”
She looked up at the clock with a
“Well, the brown loaf will be done in
j it-1 half mi hour, and then I'll rn.
uni give her a good basting if she u
serves it.”
When she came the hen was in lb
ashes and Band, kicking out this leg mui
then that, flipping her wings one at n
time with a hustling, waltzing wriggle
that scratched tho ashes all up among
iter feathers, wallowing as witli a souse
of intense enjoyment, and making the
■lust settle graylv on her very comb.
“Acts as if she was troubled ndli
mites; let’s go look at the nest,” sti.l
my neighbor. The nest and efegs wire
creeping with mites ! I had paid three
dollars for the setting, besides the ex
press charges, and my face visibly
lengthened.
“Easy managed,” said the hearts .me,
little, willing soul; “we’ll manage, and
you'll have one of the finest broods in
Am blende—see ’f you don’t now.”
She lifted the eggn oarefully into milk-
warm water, carried the nest out into
the truck patch, emptied out the con-
(Jute, swept it well, and poured some
khroseno oil into tho bottom of it and
|*it some around the outside and edges,
sprinkled a little tobacco in the box, aud
then put in good, flue, soft straw, while
1 washed and wiped the oggs oarefully;
then put a little oil about the corner in
which the nest, belonged, and replaced
it When tho hen hod performed her
very necessary dust ablution, she re
lumed, craned out her neck, gathered
her duds about her as if dreading the
hi ;;•?/ and with a low “So-so I clook-
olook I" she stepped ill softly, shook her
self into proper setting shape, and settled
in reelf, satisfied. Four days after every
oTdek eiimo out, good as new, except one.
O 10 egg did not hatch— it was as light
a a cork, and Mercy said; “Always
sx-vo that kiud for nest-eggB. They w ill
lust through all weathers, and answer
fer n measure just as well as a good egg
of oue of the bougliten kind.”
IVhen the rats found their way into
tho cellar at tho Flint Mill, Mercy took
some fresh tar and poured a little at the
[s.iut.s of ingress and ogress, and that
pot. a stop to their “carryin’s on,” assho
expressed it.
I learn so many things from her. Now,
I did think that after a child’s stockings
wore worn out nt the knees, there was
n > help only to use them for Bcouring-
rUgs, but that woman, my good, careful,
bind, saving neighbor, kuita a top on of
nfather color of yarn ; and if the feet
ere gone, too, she knits new feet, and
they arc os nice os a spick-span pair that
tiie child never had on. She is so inven-
r *ve; so rich in resources, bo ready to see
her way out of unrrow places, I am
•mused with her whoh some good sense.
One time Katie Beldon, she that was
Kale Cameron before marriage, was
spending a month with us. Her babe
was not more than three or fonr months
old, and was restless nights and throw
Up its milk, and took long crying spells,
uiid uono of us knew wliat was the mat
ter. I knew Mercy, down at the Mill,
would have a dozen cures, aud I was glad
she did uot happen in while Roy was
enjoying one of his periodical howls.
' But one morning she cnina in bustling
with, “Wliat is the ail of that child, do
you suppose 1 I was out in tho berry-
patch picking my Thursday berries for
jam, and says I to M’liss, Buys I, ‘M'liss
I’m going to run over and see wlmt's
wrong. ’ Bless bis heart, let his auntie take
him; so there now, they shan’t’busc my lit
tle lam’, so they shan’t nowr;” and she sat
down, turned the wrong side of her
apron, and laid him on it snd began uu
fastening his clothes. When his back
was bare, she nibbed down tho spine, n
finger on each side of the bono, two or
three times, at which he flinched visibly.
“I thought so, Miss Beldon; your baby
is liver-grown,” said she, puckering hci
month.
“Ah 1” suid the young mother, “what
does that mean ?”
"Well, I don’t hardly know. I guess
it means that the liver has grown fast to
tho backbone, and that it is too big for
tho size of the baby. It is easy cured,
though; most all my babies had it.
Some folks make fun and don’t believe
in it, but wliat one loams by experience
they know to lie a fact. Now, I will
toll yon what I would do right away for
tho dear littlo sufferin’ fellow, bless his
sweet heart,” said she, in a cooing,
motherly man net.
Just hero I caught Kate’s eye, and
this was what my glance telegraphed to
her :
“She is superstitious; don’t laugh or
make fun of my goal neighbor— pieuso
don’t. ’’
“Well, I would take everything oil
the child and lay him on my lap on a
piece of a sheet or quilt, made by somo
person who has been dead long enough
to have gone back to dust."
“Yes,” said Kate, attentively and po
litely.
“And then I would put some clean,
sweet lard in the oldest tin-cup I could
find, and melt it on a shovel of coals oiu
in the yard, with your face turned to the
east, never saying a loud word to any
one. Have the lard ready melted before
you lay him on your lap."
“Yes, madam,” said Kate, prettily.
“Tnen begin and grease his little back
and loins with downward rubbing every
lime, his bead turned to the east w ithout
fail. Finish up with rubbing over the
soles of his feet. Then wind a veil or
small shawl around your head the way
women wore them, turban fashion, in
Bible days ; wrap him in the old sheet
or quilt and carry him, feet first, to each
of the four comers of the room. Go
round th3 room seven times; then have
the table stand in the middle of the
room, and around the leg in the direction
of the cast lift him, round and round for
seven times. Then grease him again,
wrap him up, nurse him, and let him go
to sleep, and he’ll never have the liver
srown any more,”
My good neighbor 1 how gladly would
I have saved her from an expose of her
whims and superstitions, but Kate did
not laugh and I loved her for it. Those
queer notions made her nono the less a
good neighbor. I never laughed at her.
When our good eider vinegar became
iusipid and lost its acidity, she told mo
that I should have beou 1 letter
posted; that vinogAr always died when
there was a death among the connec
tions, unless somo one not related to the
family went and shook up tho laurel aud
made it ehango its mind.
And when I said our onions were so
strong, not sweet aud good as usual,
she remarked that it would teach me n
lesson, that she had told me not to sow
the seed when tho sign was in tho lion 1
Olio day while Kate was with us I snt.
Tut on the porch rocking and mending
overalls, while she aud lier baby swung
in the hammock near by, under tlie
side-spreading brandies of the old elm.
“What u pretty country place this is !'
laid bIio ; “how I would like to live here
J I could liavo the choosing of my own
neighbors. Ha, ha 1 I'd hnve dear Grace
Greenwood live there in tho shadow o!
those fine butternut trees; Josephine
Scott, the beauty-loving artist, should
live on that lino grassy knoll this side of
the dense, leafv wail of native oaks
Clara Louise Kellogg, tho sweet singer,
should abide among tho larks and
thrushes and orioles in a wee lit lie cot
tage between thoso trailing willows, and
down there in that double house, witli
the fountain brook sparkling like silver,
I’d have, I’d have—let me eoe—who
would 1 have live there ?”
“Down theie in tho Flint Mill?” said
L “I’ll tell you. You'd have the same
two blessed women that I have—Mercy
and Linda Fliut—one of one kind and
one of t'other kiud. Moat delightful wo
men they are, too, though they don't write
stories or poems, nor do they lecture o.
give pnblio readings or grand partus,
nor do they pAiut pictures, but they
have missions; they are glorious
women.”
“Well, but wasn’t it one of them that
told me that ghoulish way of enriug my
baby of a disease that never was and
never will beU’ and she caught hold of
a sweeping bough and the hummock
ceased its swayiug, while she stared iu a
questioning way.
“Just bo,” said I, “but she is none the
less a good neighbor for that. That is
no fault. The superstitious notions of
her auecstore, who came from Salem,
Mass., long ago, still linger iu tho blood.
It takes n good while to get rid of these
things. You know how it ia. That
brown mole on yonr neck dates back
more than one hundred aud fifty years—
your graudfallier said so. And this red
spot betwcu ray own eyes is hereditary
—it is very old—it is mine by right. We
are mado up out of the odds and ends
und fragments of those of our kin who
have gone Indore. Yes, you’ll have the
same dear, kind neighbors in the mill—
you’ll leavo them there. Thoy will as
similate with tho others you have
chosen,"
Aud thoro wo sat and chatted in the
soft afternoon of that beautiful summer
day. Tho yellow bees hummed in the
flaunting nasturtium flowers that were
trained up like a vino round the pillars
of the porch. The swallows skimmed
md darted and fluttered with buzzing
wings down the wide chimney of tho old
house among the poplars. A picnic-
party drove by with gleeful voioes, and
the horses tossed their manes as though
proud of the pretty maidens who essayed
to learn how to drive. While I sat listen
ing to the soothing sounds, lulled by the
sweet breezes of the summer, I heard a
gentle tapping of fingers on the door of
tho pantry—just noise enough to attract
my attention. There stood good Mrs.
Mercy, my neighbor, with a basket
covered with a cloth as white as tho foam
of milk.
I tip-toed in, lest I should rouse the
dozing mother and babe in the ham
mock. I knew the tricks of my kind
neighbor. She was always “at her
tricks,” and how good thoy did come,
sometimes, when I was tired or had
company or had been doing a big day's
work.
“You see, miss,” she said, “I thought
as you had company you would be glad
of something that would save work,”
and her sun-browned face blushed with
embarrassment, for, as she said often,
she had “no flow of language.” She
knew better than she could express; she
was discerning, kind, thoughtful, and
unselfish. And here in the pantry, she
uncovered the basket and took out a
deep dish more than half full of the
daintiest yellow cottage-cheese, with the
thick, golden cream lying half an inch
thick over its surface. I was so glad.
Tho visitor from tho city—Kate—had
never tasted or soon such a luxury, I
know, and it was doubly welcome, com
ing from the “ghoulish wonijn” who
hod prescribed for the baby’s ailment.
In the other end of the wide market-
basket, covered up in her beat “chany
dish ”—pearl-white, with pale, wild rosea
intertwisted into the vine with ferns
running around it—lay a block of fresh,
new honey that would weigh no less
than three pounds. Again I was so
glad. Kate would be pleased, too. In
deed, I wanted to see her high notions
taken down a little.
“Oh! don't thank me. It’s all right;
you'd ’a done the same thing; why, it's
a pleasure forme;lawme ! don’t say sol”
said my neighbor, when I said I was
gladder than I conld express.
“Now,” said she, “make some of your
nice puffy, bakin'-powder bisenjto' and
shave some of that good beef that! seed
yon storing away awhile age, snd s pot.
of your goodies, and set your table out'n
the poroh in the shadder o’ the grape
vines, and you’ll have a pictnr’ that yonr
friend will carry back to the city—one
that she’ll often think over.”
And I looked np into her gray eyes
and thought of tho now neighbors that
Kate had, in imagination, settled about
her, aud of my suggestion that she re
tained the Flints down st the Flint
Mill.
I acted on Mercy's suggestion about
biscuit mid beef and tea, and set the
table out on the long porch at the viney
ci»l, where the plant-stand and tws
hanging-baskets were, and I never saw
a woman made happier than my visitoi
was.
She praised tlie cheese and had nevffi
eaten any like it, with the taste of com
bined cream and butter and cheese. The
honey wns a poem; she said it wasrbyms
and reason and beauty and inspiration,
and brought her visions of fields of nod
ding clover-blooms and meadows with
sweet houeyanckle bells a-swing in the
breeze and of brooks and hedge-rows,
all out under the blue of quiet, summer
skies in the lieautiful country.
Then I told her whose hands hsd made
and brought the cool, rich treat for our
cozy tea, and the thick, clear, pearly
honey in her best “obsny dish”—the
wedding-gift of old Salsthiel Stone, wbe
had “united in the holy bonds of matri-
money,” not only our neighbors, Sebas
tian and Mercy, but her father and
mother also, 'Dior Johnson and his con
sort, Martha Ann Merrivale—and then,
as I tilled her cup the second time, t
couldn’t help ssytng to the dear vision
ary, who had never known rnneh of the
rough-and-tumble, practical aids of real
life:
“Katie., if yon lived here, now yon
would let the Flint Mill neighbors stay
on, wouldn’t you ?”
She laughed, as she broke open an
other of my dainty biscuits snd laid s
translucent slice of the rich honey in
side of it.
“I guess J’d let them stay. I bad
thought Litta, the wonderful, should pc-
cupy the mill; but, dear me, she’d never
think of making cottage-cheese or 'shar
ing honey—or—or—taking my ‘lam’ on
her laj) and prescribing for his ludicrous
liver ( Not Litta, indeed. And Grace
Greenwood would be writing for the pe-
pers snd Mrs. Bcott so busy making
pictures that neither of them would
stop to get up warm meals for thom-
selveH, even. Yes, you have a dear,
good neighbor, no doubt better than
any of my favorite authors, artists, or
singers would make,” aud shs took an
other spoonful of the creamy cheese.
We thought so, too. We would uot
nxohange Mercy Flint aa a neighbor for
a woman who coaid claim wealth, fame,
wisdom, intellect, or any of ths gifts
that raise woman to ths heights of axel-
tatiou.
Mercy could not write a line of poetry,
yet she lives out whole poems. In ths
high places of native sympathy her sool
shares the keen delights that poets love.
The world bestows no vain applause on
such humble ones, bat they loss not a
jot by it. Bho knows nothing of ths
vulgar strife for high places. Her fam
ily and her neighbors snd her friends
entertain an angel unaware. Shs is
content and proud of her simple life and
simple pleasures and of|th* aaass and
meaning of wife and mother. She de
lights in little services, in making others
iiappy, and the result is, she leads a life
in a little world of enehantment, which
surrounds her like a charmed circle, la
it any wonder that we love our nafghbtt
at the old Flint Mill?—Eotetta Riot,
in Arthur's Home Magazine,
a aaj> naan.
The disrespect shown American moth
ers by their daughters has almost be
come proverbial. Not long since an
Austin lady, accompanied by her sight-
year-old daughter, was invited oat to
tea. In passing a cup, the aged mother,
whose band waa shaky from age, spilled
a little tea on the table doth, where
upon the daughter remarked lend
enough for everybody at the table to
hear it:
“I wouldn’t have brought you along
if I had known you were going to set
that «at.”—Trxat Sifiina$.