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CANTON, GEORGIA, THURSDAY MORNING. JANUARY
NUMBER I.
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CANTON, GEORGIA
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I ml** ycra, my darling, my darling;
The ember* bum low on the hearth;
Ami stilled ia the stir of the household,
And hushed is the voice of its mirth;
The rain plashes fast on the terrace,
The winda past the lattioe moan;
The midnight clitmee ont from the mineter,
And I am alone.
I want yon, my darling, my darling,
I am tired with care and with fret;
I would nestle in silence beside yon,
And all but your presence forget,
In the hush of the happiness given
To those, who through trusting have grows
To the fnllncss of love in contentment;
But I am alona.
I call you, my darling, my darling,
My voice echoes back on myheart;
I stretch niy arms to you in longing,
And lo ! they fall empty apart;
I whisper the sweet words you taught me,
The words that we only have known,
Till the blank of the dumb air is bitter,
For I am alone.
I need you, my darling, my darling,
With its yearning my very heart aches
The load that divides us weights harder
I shrink from the jar that it makes.
Old Borrows rise up to boiet me;
Old doubt* make my spirit their own,
Oh, oome through the darkness and save me,
For I am alone.
A HAPPY CHRISTMAS.
BY WILLIS H. OOOKK.
H. \V. NEWMAN.
TNO. D. ATTAWAY.
NEWMAN & ATTAWAY,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
CANTON, - - - GEORGIA.
Will practice in the Superior Courts
• f Cherokee and adjoining counties.
Prompt attention given to all business
placed in their, hands. Office in the
Court House. [jnn3-’8?.-ly j
P.P. DuPREE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
CANTON, GEORGIA.
Will practice in the Blue Ridge cir
cuit and in Cherokee county. Office in
the Court House with the Ordinary.
Administrations on estates.
dhjT'Collections a specialty.‘“uifl
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Paper Hanging and Calciiniuiug,
Graining and Glazing.
ALL WORK GUARANTEED
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, [jan3-83-ly]
J. Ml HARDIN.
House, Sign, Carriage
U-AND—
ORNAMENTAL FAINTER,
FRESCO AND SCENIC ARTIST ALSO.
Oriental and Grecian painting. Mezo
Tintin'*,.Cajrbo-Tinting, painting in S*
poi aid India Ink.
Twa«ty-fiWper cent saved by apply
ing to me baton contracting with others.
JlpdBrial furnished at bottom prices.
Satisfaction given or no charge* made
See or addfes«, J. M. HARDIN T ,
panV 88-1 y} Canton, Georgia.
It was just one week before Christ
mas.
Soft and satiu-white the snow layover
the Helds about the old court; like tiny
drops of blood, the scarlet liolly-berriap
gleamed through the woods, and the*
avenue of bluok-green pings seemed to
fold their druidical garments about them
tike a row of solemn old sentinels,
scarcely bending their heads to the rush
of the stormy west winds.
Lulu Ripley sat in the great oriei
window that faced the west, her cheek
leaning in her hand, and her great dark
eyes (lied, with unseeing lustre, on the
steel-blue surface of the frozen river,
where the orange shiue of tho sunsei
u d ittirlf like a pool of gob 1 . And
us she sat, there came a tap at the door.
“Come in !” said Ltiln, almost impa
tiently, as if it were uu annoyance to her
even to be disturbed.
It was Emma, the apple-cheeked
maid.
“Please, miss,” said Emma, smooth
ing down tier white-frilled apron, “Simon
has just como from the woods with a
wagon-load of mistletoes aud holly and
princess-pine, miss, aud he says, where
will you ho pleased to have it put ?"
“Nowhere,” retorted Miss Ripley. “1
want no meaningless decorations about
my house.”
Emms started.
“But, miss, it’s only one week from
to-day, aud ”
“1 shall keep no Christmas this year I”
said Miss Ripley, sharply,' “Why
should I ? It is only a name to me
now.”
And she dropped her head on her
hand once more, with a great lump ris
ing in her throat, as she remembered
last Christmas, when Will Graham was
at her side, his strong, loving arms
about her, his tender voice in her ears.
“We’ll keep next Christmas just in
this merry, old-fashioned, way, God
willing, ” he had said.
And then ke had gone away on that
long voyage, and his vessel had been
wrecked in sight of land, off the cmel
reefs of
The news hud come when the first
snow-storm folded its wings of pearl
about the bleak landscape—and Lulu
Ripley had never held her head up
since.
“Please, miss,” said little Emma,
when she came in to light the cluster ol
caudles that Btood in a silver stem on
the table, aud heap fresh * coal on the
fire of scarlet-glowing anthracite, “could
I go home for Christmas day ?”
“No 1” said Lulu, shortly, “you can
not. Why should I be inconvenienced
for your silly revels ?”
“If yon please, miss, mother is to
“No! I tell you no I” said Lulu
“And let that be sufficient.”
Emma crept out, abashed aud deject
ed, and Miss Ripley felt a sort of
gloomy satisfaction in having quelled
tho girl’s fresh enthusiasm.
“Christmas ! ’ she repeated bitterly to
herself. “I huve nothing to keep Christ
mas for! Heaven has Itemback the
drop of sweetness from my oup, jmd nqt
all the chiming of every ohuroh bell, in
the land can make mo thankful!"
As the dusk deepeued’and the shad
ows began to darken mysteriously over
the great ochoing ruin# of the old court,
Miss Ripley reee and began pacing up
and down the corridors, wringing her
hands and moaning, like a restless
ghost, until at bet she paused in the
very spot where Will Graham had. stood
nearly a yen* igo, when- he bade her
farewell—a spot where the reflection of
the fainV starlight through the stained-
glass casements threw a quivering crim
son cross on the waxed walnut floor.
“Oh, my love, my dftrling!" she wailed
aloud, looking wildly up into the serene
heavens, “cat! yon hear me from the
world of dreams and shadows? Can you
listen to the pulses of my breaking
heart ?”
And as shs knelt there, all alone with
her great sorrow, she oould hear the ser
vants talking in the room beyond—talk
ing idly, as servants will talk.
“Put np plenty of berries over the
door, Simon,” said Emma's chirping,
birdlike voioe. “If Miss Lulv don’t
want ’em, we’ll have it look like Merry
Christmas down here, see if we don’t!’’
“And don't she want uot a single
thing?” Sitnou demanded. “Why, we
couldn't fasten up enough greens for her
yenrs back. What's tho* rensou of her
changin’ i f her mind ?”
“I don’t know,” said little Emma,
making a great rustling among tho heaps
of crisp evergreens. " Fine ladies does
take auoh queer notions sometimes. Oh,
•Simon, I wish I was as rioh as Miss
Lulu!"
“Wishes is oheap,” said Simon, hip
voice proceeding from the height of u
step-ladder, and sounding curiously
muffled, os if his mouth was full of
nails. “Ever heard the old .proverb :
' If wishes were horses beggars would
ride ?”’ • ,
“ Never mind your proverbs,” retorted
Emma. “ There, you’ve got that gar
land all crooked 1 But I wish I was
rich, all the same."
1 • What would you do with you
money ?” questioned Simon.
“Huch lots of things," said Emma.
“Yon‘hoard about—Bank failing last
week, didn’t yon ?”
“I heard it,” said Simon, between
the clicks of his hammer. “Old Mnrrable,
our neighbor, had live hundred dollars
in it to pay off the mortgage on his
house,” went on Emma. “ He’ll lose it
all now, and Widow Portage had saved
up forty dollars—a dollar at a time—to
buy a sewing machine. She pqt it in—
Bunk for safe keeping, and nowit isn't
likely slu-’ll ever ha^fea sewing-inaoluuo.
Then there are 'the tive blue Chipleys,
who cuu’t go to the Christmas tree pr
church, because they have no shoes,
poor l*mbs I And lamo little Billy
Powers is so sure that Santa Qians will
bring him a wheeled chair, hflfcuse ho
baa prayed for it every for a
mouth. Mrs. Powers cried when she
told me of it, for she says as Hjiw it’ll be
such a disappointment. Wheeled chairs
to a whole ship load of automatic French
marvels.
As she unbarred the door, to.get a pail
of water to set the kettle boiling, she
darted back.
“Good laud o’ Goshen 1" dried Mrs.
Portage, who waa rather given to old
fashioned expletives; “what’s thin ?” It
was a big pine packing-box, On the very
threshold of her door—a huge, inex
plicable m. inmoth of a thing, labeled ;
“One He* ’ .g Machint,
"From i. e Factory of Messrs. D— and 1* ,
"For urs. Maliua Portage, 1 -.
yAUiristuias. IB7S. /■ «,
“It ain’t true," feebly 4ttcd Wid&sr
Portage, holding on tq,the door-huudle
for support “I'm a-dreatniug yet. A
sewin' mivhiue 1 For mO? Borne of
you pinch me, children, to make sure 1
ama woke’’
Mrs. I‘ had settled this problem to
nor enti... ^uufaotiou, whan old Mar-
rable oar-a hobbling acroM the road,
waving oc uetliiug over hta head.
“Look it-here, Miss PorM&e 1” bawled
lie, iu tto high treble of• age. “It’s
Santa Clioui, as true as you live I We
lire all cl .Idreu ag’iu, an’ the old chap
with the fur cup an’ the team of rciu-
deers is wound at his old tricks I A
tive-hnuiited-dollar bill, sealed up iu a
vallcr ci velope, and poked under my
door, in ho dead o’ nightiftta' mn pickin’
it up for .vusto-pnpor ! fPl the Lord’s
own met iy ns 1 didu't bum ft up, to sot
tho kiuijfiu's a-goiuf, afore { seed what it
was 1 I ibulod 'John Mactable. Elsa., to
|»ay ofl tho mortgage.- £ Christmas,
r 8 ’
'Wol!', I never I” said Widow Por
tage. 1 Jest look what 4fl|t got."
, John Xlurrto’e put Oj^fifs spectacles
and stared harder than etw.
“Web, now I" quoth he, “I am lieat.
I must-go right honso afcdaee what the
old woriau has got'** aiiy^to that.”
Littli lame Billy \ 'owfcta, waking up
to the > hill consoioi inesg^tlint it was
Christi as morning, nd that Jjc badj>ut ( jj or
make a little blase to worm our old
bones. I kind iv kept it for tho sake of
old times; but if we’ro goiu’ to eud our
days iu ’he ’House,’it won’t dons no
good there. And p’rhnps there’ll tie a
knotty log iu the wood-shed to help it
along."
But presently Mrs. Btimpson osme
trotting back with wlde-opeu eyes aud
toothless mouth to correspond.
“Get up, father—get up I" oried alio.
“Something’s happened I”
“It ain’t the house afire, is it ?"
oroaked MUea, from under the bed
clothes ; "’cause that wouldn’t be so un
comfortable on snob a day os this 1”
“There’* a ton o’ coal in the wood-
house I” oried Mrs. 8.; " aud a load o’
kindlin’-wood, and a turkey bangin' up,
and a basket o’ |>otatocs, mid a peek o'
cranberries, and tea, and sugar, and—''
“ Old woman, you’re orazy I” said
Mile* Bitting up in bed.
"Oome aud look tor yourself I” said
Mrs. B.
“Who sent ’em?” demauded breath-
lea# Miles.
"The Lord knows I” piously respond
ed his anoient helpmate. "Oh, husband,
we can keep out of the poor-house for
auother mouth at leust I”
X.Aud Mn. B. wiped the tears of glad,
ueas from her poor, rheumy old eyes—
qyea that had been dork aud brilliant
MMM ■■ Lulu Ripley's own.
*••*♦•
The ruddy llrolight was penciling its
shifting arabesque* upou the drawiug-
rodta walla, where Lulu’s own tremu
lous baud had hung up a tiny oross of
ivy and hemlook twined together, aud
upon the table lay tho materials of her
illfAsinaUng work—a half-completed
tout*
‘’Though H* slay ms, yet will I trust iu Him.”
Thua she sat musing, until the unex
pected apparition of Emma— rouud-
eyed, and rosy with her long walk—dis-
1A DIES AND POKER.
I'OKKK TO
UK Tint IU9IK
FUTI'KK.
cost twenty dollars, and
Powers hasn’t twenty cents
world. Aod old Miles Btimi
wife, as ia going to the poor
week, will have to keep thi
mas without so muoh as a pep
or a bit of batcher’s meat, ph, dear !
what lots of trouble there^s iu this
world 1" Aud Emma drew ffjong sigh.
“I know,that,” said gruffly.
“ Hand me up some more of them cedar
boughs. We can’t help it— can we?”
"No, of course not," said Emma, sor
rowfully. “But if I was as rich as Miss
Lula, I coaid find such lots of ways to
spend money. That’s what I mean,
Simon.”
“ ‘If riches were horses beggars would
ride,’ ” chanted Simon, in a high, monot
onous sing-song. “Ain’t that about
enough greens for this room ?”
Lulu Ripley had Iistouqd, to thp con
versation, mechanically at first, but with
gathering interest as little Emma chat
tered on. A new light had dashed across
the brooding darkness of her brain,
“I am wretched myself,” she thought,
“but that is no reason why I should not
help to heal the sorrows of others. God
helping mo, this shall be a merry Christ
mas to Borne one in this world 1”
She went back to her room and ruug
the bell.
“Emma!” said she, gently,
“Miss 1”. said Emma, guiltily, feeling
other head, which was powdered over
with loose Bprigs of cedar and stray
holly-betries. ; '.
“I have changed my mind. You may
go home to. - your mother for Christmas
Day, if you wish.”
“Thank ’ee, miss, kindly!” said Emma,
brightening up at once. Aud she ran
breathlessly down stairs, to trumpet
forth her delight to the assembled house
hold of the kitchen.
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Golden and glorious tfie sun of tho
’ blessed Christmas morning rose up from
behind the enow-glistening hills, From
a thousand‘ Church-spires the ejaug of
rejoicil)g bells: greeted it, from a million
holly-garlanded homes the voices of little
children bade it welcome—the sacred
little ones whom Christ Himself holds
ever dear -.ip His heart, as He held the
babes of Bethlehem in His arms, eight
een centuries ago 1».
The Widew’Portnge.had been aroused
nuwonte^iy early by the joyful cries of the
three bluamoeed little Portages, who
were as well pleased with their penuy
wooden toys, home-made oakes and one
apple apiece as if they had fallen heirs
a scan*;.' allowance ol bod^clothos, sat up
aud rubbed bis ey< i br/oro lie quito
realize-’ the fact th& liia mother was
oaring V i.,
J t*' (jh L Make haste
down and sec wiiiitT) in I a C
you. Gqil bless kin/I Yon’ro very rich,
my son—you’re very rich 1”
And flying headlong down stairs, iu
his tailored night-goWfi, as fast ss his
poor crooked limbs wffltld allow him,
Billy Powers beheld d*cosy wheeled-
chair of black walnut, * trimmed wifh
crimson plush, with a 'side apparatus,
whereby ho might convey himself from
place to place at his own will. No more
aching bones —no mofli*painful limping
along the dusty road-4&0 more lagging
behind the other cliilqlpi.
Billy laughed aloud ni the pleuitude
of liis delight, while Mrd. Powers, Heated
on a broken splint-bottomod rocker,
cried almost equally load.
"I don’t know who^iere is in all this
wide world.” Bobbed Airs. Powers, “to
think of me and you, Billy. But who
ever it is, 1 hope the gOod Lord will re
turn it onto their bosom, heaped up and
r-iinmug over;”
When Moses Cliipley, the eldest of
the family of four who wero detained at
home iu a state of involuutarv blockade
on account of tho unsettled hill at the
shoemaker’s opened the door to obtain
a satisfactory snowball wherewith to
anoint the faces of his four sleeping
brothers aud sisters, lie hounded back
again like a magnified Jaek-iu-a box.
“Mother.” gasped Moses, “there’s
sutliin’ there—a basket! And I’m
mortal sure I seen a tin steam engine
and a doll’s legs u-sticking out ov it!"
“Oh, get out!” cried the incredulous
Mrs. Cliipley. “Doll’s legs aud steam
engines, indeed 1”
liy this tinio, the namesake of the
great ruler of Israel-had made a second
sortie, aud, bringing in a gigantic
basket, emptied it on the kitchen floor.
“Five pairs o’ shoes!" bawled Mrs.
C., heedless of the herrings that wore
scorching over the Are.
“A doll J” shrieked little Jomiuia.
“Hooray ! Skates I” yelled Moses.
“Picture-books!” chimed in the twins.
“A tin ingin aud a train of tin cars !’’
cried liltlo Joe, tho youngest, and chub
biest, and dirtiest of all.
“And flaunen apd caliker enough for
all creation 1” said Mrs. C., iu delighted
amazement. “Lord save us 1 it’s like
the miracle the parson reads about.
Wherever could they have oome from ?”
Old Miles Stimpnon lay lato in his bed
that morning. Not that it was his usual
wont, but old Miles had been distanced
in the race Of life, aud somehow got dis
couraged of late.
“Where’s the use of gettin’ up,” said
Miles, dolefully, “with never a spark of
tire to warm me, aud nothing iu tho way
of good‘cheer to keep Christmas with?”
But his old wife could not so readily
overcome the habit at years.
“There’s the last o’ them chairs father
gave me whoa we went to housokeeplu’,”
said she. ‘ It’s all hrpken and worn,
dud it’ll serve aa well oa anything else to
"I’m sure, miss, I hsg pardon for
cornin' in without the bell bein' rung for
me!" fluttered she; “but there has
heeu such doin’* dowu iu tho village 1
l’leuge miss, it oan't b6 miracles, no* .yet
it can't be Hanta Ciuua—Dm wiia- L. it V"
Lulu smiled quietly tolierself.
» Tell me what it is, Emma,” she said,
“and then I shall lie abetter judge.”
Aud Emma told the story of the glad
hearts everywhere—aud of the good
gifts that hod come to the widow, aud
tho futlierless, and those that were ready
to perish.
“Emma,” said Lulu, kindly, “listen
to me. It wsh I that sent those things."
“ You. miss ?”
“Yes, I. I board you, a week ago,
tolling Simon about all those poor peo
ple, and I made up my mind that, out
of my abundance, I could spare some
thing to them.”
“ God bless you, miss 1” faltered
Emma. “ And I only wish you could
see how glad aud happy they all are I”
And Emma tripped away, to answer a
peal at the hall bell, while Lulu, who
lived as secluded a life as a nun, aud
neither saw nor expected visitors, sat
looking dreamily into the fire..
“ Lulu 1”
She started with a wild ory, half joy,
half incredulity, and there, standing on
the threshold of the door, she beheld
Will Graham—Will Graham, alive and
in the flesh.
He oame forward with glad, sparkling
eyes and outstretched hands.
“Perhaps I should not have been so
abrupt, my darling,” be said, "but I
could uot help it. I hungered and thirsted
eo to see you again. Oh, how I have
prayed and longed that I might read)
here by Christmas Day 1”
Aud lie told her how he had lain foi
dead upon ttie cruel rocks; how a kind
wrecker had ileteotod some faint signs
oi life aud carried him to shelter; how
months of brain fever had enfeebled
him, until tho flame on life’s altar had
burned fuint aud dim, like a flickering
spark; of his convalescence aud home
ward journey.
“My own precious one,” he murmured,
“God has given iis back to each other,
oven from the very gates of death 1 How
shall we ever thank Him for the greui
happiness of 'this Christmas Day?’
I And Lulu Ripley knew that God had in
deed heard her prayers, and answered
| them through tho sunset glory of tbt
Christmas evening. Aud of all who re
joiced over their Christmas gifts that
day she was the happiest.
An tnmats ov thji Togus Military
Asylum, near Augusta, Me., who re
ceived $1,800 hack pension money last
August, bade his comrades good-bye,
saying he would never be seen at the
home again, and hied him off to Boston,
where he took rooms at a high-priced ho
tel, and enjoyed himself and entertained
new-found friends with great lavishness.
Last week he went baok to the home on
a railroad pass sent him by the mana
gers, and without a dollar in his pocket.
Winn n l lilmai) llnnihler Thinks •( the
I’oiMilnrllr of the (!«■•.
| From the Chicago Herald.]
“Are there many lady players here?"
“Immense numbers of them. They
get Htuek on the game worse than men.
Why, I've known respectable ladies to
pawn their jewelry—oven their wedding
rings for money with which to set to
the game.
“Do ladies play well ?”
“They generally play a bold game, auu
bluff more than m-m. The nest players
I'vucvi-r met in society games have been
Indies. Many ladies give little parties
regularly, where poker is the order of
the evening. And many of them make
money at it. I've several times been
'downed' in a game by Indies.”
“How do |H-ople learn to | lay ?”
“They commence try playing for but
tons, tlu-ii freeze out for ice cream, or
some other trifling treat, then penny
ante for keeps, and finally drift into a
game only bounded by their meaus, and
sometimes without tlint limitation.
Young men who lonru to play at home
and iu tiro houses of friends soon tire of
a small game aud visit tho )Mikcr rooms,
of whioh there nre literally hundreds in
the city. From these to the larger gam
bling houses is but a stop, and In a major
ity of eases their rain is complete. Many
a defaulting clerk dates bis downfall
from the night when he first opened the
festive ‘jaekpot’ for the 'limit—five cents
—and many a woman has been driven,
or rather drawn, to the bad through the
seductions of that game where 'it's all in
the draw.’ ” J'*'-
“Is the Interest iu the game on the in
crease V”
"Yes; decidedly. Twenty-five years
ago poker playing was a rarity in the
North. Now it pervades all olassee of
sooicty. It lias demoralised the army.
Secretary Lincoln is trying to suppress
it, but with poor success. With pork
and beaus it divides the American clkim
to originality. A native of the Booth,
it has gradually spreiuL w»«4i utm w
played in every town and hamlet in the
land. It has been introduced abroad.”
“To what do you attribute its popu
larity?"
“To a variety of causes. It is s sim
ple game with few rules, and hence
easily learned, but its peculiar fascina
tion lies, I think, in tho happy combi-
nation of chance and Hkill; in the cir
cumstance that it is not a silent game,
like whist, lmt admits of conversation
aud chaffing; In the great inducements
it offers to a study of character, and
more particularly that one may some
times by a skilful! bluff win with a muoh
smaller hand than is hold by his an
tagonist.”
A Harmless Weakness.
**
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A correspondent of the Boston Trans-
script tells of his trip to a tailor shop
this way;
“Said tho proprietor, os he exhibited
a bright pattern of Hilk plaid which he
assured mu is the latest agony in Lon
don for the class of young uieu of the
'old chappie’ order:
“ 'There is a phase of human nature
brought ont in connection with these
fancy waistcoatings. I have for years
kept a number of patterns in my stock
solely for the purpose of amusing cer
tain of my customers. I have now and
then an application for them, and I go
through the formality of exhibiting them,
but a sale ia as infrequent as aii angel’s
visit. Why do I take the trouble ? It
is simply this: A man comes in and
asks to.be shown a fancy waistcoat pat
tern. I show it him. He looks it care
fully over and very often before going
away he orders a suit of clothing to be
made of some regular material, and the
fancy pattern is put baok in its accus
tomed resting place in a drawer. If I
did not have it to show, the ohanoes are
he would go elsewhere and another
tailor, if he were wise in his gen
eration and kept a few patterns,
would get the order for a suit I
would lose. The customer, who is
generally a man past middle age, and
who remembers the styles of bis younger
days, knows that he don’t want a gay,
high-colored wristcoat any more than he
does a pair of knee breeches, but he
likes to look at a specimen of his old
favorites, and is disappointed if he oan't
see it. It's merely an illustration of
human eccentricity, a harmless little
weakness, nothing more.”'
Preserving Roots in Winter.—Pars
nips, salsify, and horseradish are not in
jured by hard freezing; all others must
be stored for the winter, and a sufficient
supply of the hardy kinds should also be
taken up. If the cellar is not too warm,
a supply fur the present use may be
kept iu boxes or barrels, and oovered
with earth, to prevent shrivelling.