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VOLUME V.
CANTON, GEORGIA, THURSDAY MORNING. JANUARY 10. 1884.
NUMBER
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W. A. & G. I. TtASLEY,
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CEO. R. BROW TV,
ATTRONEY AT LAW,
Will practice in the Superior Courts
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II. W. NEWMAN.
•JNO. 1). ATTAWAV.
THE DYING YEAR.
The yosr is old—so old 1
Die nitwits are long and dark nnd dreary ;
The fretting winds ate never w< ary :
They fret ogainKt the wii dow pane,
The burden of their sad refrain,
The year is old— so <jld I
The y. ar is old—so old 1
The mountains tell it to the river.
Tlu ir sides deep rent by seam and shiver ;
The rivem, sobbing as they flow,
Repeat it in the valt 8 below,
Tho wild sea waves talio up the strain,
Ai d ocean boars it back again,
The year is old—so old !
Tho year is old— so old 1
0 voices of the drtary night 1
0 sleepless watchers for the light!
O hills that lift your hoary hi ads
Abovo I lie ico-bound liver beds !
0 winds that wail around nameless graves!
0 sobbing, sighing, v ild n a waves !
The y< ar is old so old I
The year is old so old 1
0 hearts tfiatjbw utho and eyes that weep
O'er burie^Itnpca that treasures keep !
Prcpavo the shroud nnd winding sheet,
And softly wa^k with roverent feet!
Tho year is old so old I
Oovorjior’fss Karin*
A CHRISTMAS TALK 11Y TUE ATTIIOB OB
“jeYs AND FLASHES. ”
NEWMAN & ATTAWAY,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
CANTON, - - - GEORGIA.
Will practice in the Superior Courts
«[ Cherokee and adjoining counties.
Prompt attention given tr> all business
placed in their hands. Oflice in the
Court House. [jan8-’83-ly j
P. P. DuPREE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
CANTON, GEORGIA.
Will practice in the Blue Ridge cir
cuit and ia Cherokee county. Ottic.i in
the Court House with the Ordinary.
Administrations on estates,
fif^rt’o lections a specialty, "(rifl
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Graining and (Hazing.
ALL WOKK (iUARANTEED
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[jan3-83-ly]
~j7m. HARDIN.
House, Sign, Carriage
ORNAMENTAL PAINTER,
FRESCO AMI SCENIC ARTIST ALSO.
Oriental and Grecian painting. Mezo
Tintin', Carbo-Tinting, painting in Se-
pei and India Ink. , Cll .
Twentv-fiveper cent stved by apply- ,,
..,^K a f„rof-r>ntractinc with others. I
There was a Concord waguuful of us,
homeward bound, to engage our mus
cle, our nppotitca nnd our digestion
upon December turkey and its kindred
palatables. For a couple of hours vocal
cross-tiring hud been briskly kept up,
but, all at ouco, there came a depressing
lull in the conversation. I looked at my
companions iu mute surprise. It was
nearly live minutes since anybody lmd
uttered a syllable. Tbo oxtra-loiptaoious
traveler was inteutly studying* the
frozen landscape, and, for a miracle,
teemed to bavo no notion of talk. He
had been everywhere, and bad Been
everything iu and out of tho geogra
phies and history books, anil yet none
of u« remembered to Lave ever seen or
heard of him. This wasu’t exactly what
the dictionary terms a coincidence.
The Btago rattled smartly over the
ground, and the roa/lsido fenoes ran
neck-and-ncok with the mingled shad
ows of horses and coach. A short curve
and uncomfortable roll of tho vehicle re
opened the flow of words.
“Ah I” exclaimed tho strange man of
volubility, “I thought we were near it.
There’s the ‘ Governor's Farm,’ gentle
men I”
We severally turned our frost-tinted
visages in the direction that his Anger
pointed, and saw a very ordinary old-
fashioned, yet apparently snug, mausion
on the summit of a hill at the distance
of half a mile. What it had been orig
inally would puzzle the brain of an
architectural export. The main build
ing, two stories iu height, was of stone,
with a capacious wooden portico, aud
rambling, uncouth outhouses. A frame
barn, twice the size of the dwelling and
its belongings, nnd of receut and im
proved construction, stood about two
hundred yards in the rear. Tho adja
cent fields were in trim order, aud there
was a fine grove of lofty trees stretching
from upland crest to meadow marge.
Another sharp beml iu the road, nnd
this delightful picture was swept away.
“Yes,” continued the extra-loquacious
raveler, as ho leaned back and settled
imself for the final seven miles of our
journey, “that’s a place with a blood
stained chronicle I” And thereupon ho
looked as mysterious as a Connecticut
murder.
Of course ho was aching to tell tlio
story, and our nods of encouragement
and acquiescence promptly brought it
orth.
“You see,” he began, “I was born and
raised iu this ’ere neighborhood, al-
hough I haven’t laid eyes on it until to
day for nearly forty-one years, and that
is a deal more than a generation. My
father and uncle, who were carpenters
and builders, put up that bouse before I
was oven thought of among human pos
sibilities, and I’m fifty-eignt next month.
That is, they raised and finished the
dressed stone portion, and erected that
swell piazza, with its fluted colu mns
People came miles and miles to sec the
dwelling, and when the husband of its
girl owner was elected Governor of tu
State, it was tho abode of much gayety
aud hospitality. I have heard it said
that tho Governor was just about, a-i
clever as they made ’em m thoso days,
aud there’s no denying his popularity
now, because ho was twice re-elected to
tho oflice and aftorward went to the Na
tional Seuate. But this isn’t what you
care to know. The farm was a marriage
dower of the Governor’s wife. She was
the only child of the wealthiest man in
this sectiou of New England. The Gov
ernor himself was a rich man’s heir, but
his father-in-law, held first
• mortgage on every seoond plantation in
scarurn young lawyer. Not that Dick
M wasn’t good enough for her (and
I tell you his family was top-notch Hr
lineage aud pride), but R was tce-
totally opposed to the political party of
whioli his pretty daughter's suitor was
an acknowledged leader. Tills opposi-
tiou gathered strength at each autumn
election, aud somehow or other lost grip
after the bitterness of defeat had spout
its force. As for Dick M , be was
neither fool, knave nor demagogue. Hie
neighbors admired his great natural
gifts, and winked at his personal indis
cretions and vagaries. Thus rnpidly
pushed toward tho goal of an honor
able ambition, when ho finally became a
candidate for the highest oflice iu his
native State, U forgot old partisan
sores, and openly used his influence to
elect bis daughter’s lover. The coveted
magisterial prizo and Bessie were both
won at n single dash. The farm, which
wc just passed, was tho choicest bit of
property lierealxiuts. Old R not
only deeded it to biH daughter, but con
tracted for the ereotiou of ns elegant n
dwelling ns could be built for ten thou
sand dollars, and that amount was a
considerable pile of money then. Labor
and material wero cheap, and, inside
and outside, that house, with its furbe
lows and ornaments, imported French
and English furniture, was fully equal
to any city mansion.
“Well, tho time slipped along, and
before I was a lad of fourteen, Hon.
Richard M—had been out of otlloo nnd
in his grave nearly three years ; aud
uow comes the gore and thunder of my
narrative.
“After tlioir marriage Bessio M—ac
companied her liushnud almost every
where that his duties and inclinations
led him. They had a costly establish
ment nt tho Stato capital, and spent
their winters nmid tho whirl and flash of
city life. Then they had been several
times to Europe ; in fact their two chil
dren wero born abroad. It wits on their
last joint visit to the continent, while
sojourning at a German spa, that Mr.
M—and his wife made the acquaintance
of Count von 8—.
“Ho was a handsome fellow in tho
Austrian diplomatic service. Little uut
M—dream, when uu honored guest at
tho princely estate of this man’s father,
and a daily companion of tho son, that
lie was nursing a hypocritical friendship
whoso dread evolution would speedily
blight all his earthly happiness and end
his own career.
“To be sure, ho noticed a change in
tlie demeanor of his usually gay and
I,glit-hearted wife, but unsuspiciou.. us
be was, lie attributed it to ninlinial
cares and anxieties, to the fatigue <-!
travel, or to home-longings. On tlu-ir
return to this country, At—became im
mersed, day and night, in the canvass
for Seiiutor. At this period Mrs. M-
with her children nnd sei vants wero at
the farm mansion which you have seen.
Here, after liis new elevation, tbo dis
tinguished American returned for a brief
holiday, aud with him came (ho Count
von 8—.
“Willi a large party of titled foreign
ers, tho count was traveling in the Uni
ted Btates, and early sought renewal i f
the intimacy with Hon. Mr. M and
his charming family. lie was received
with undisguised cordiality, and spent
several weeks at ‘Governor’s Farm.’ As
lie was a real live nobleman, we rustics
became much exalted by his presence.
“Mrs. M was a brilliant horse
woman, ami, escorted by the Count, alio
was often seen iu the saddle, galloping
across the country. On some of these
excursions tho Senator was in company,
lmt lie was of too gallant a nature to
permit his official or personal engage
ments to interrupt tiie recreations of his
wife and tlieir visitor, and when occu
pied with an increasing correspondence
or other duties he transferred to the not
unwilling Mrs. M the entertainment
of their guest. Tat Bel's u-ud granny-
gossips wagged their heads and tongues,
and looked a heap that they were afraid
to speak; but at the end of a month, the
coiuit liael packed up and rejoined his
comrudos in New York, and his visit to
‘Governor's l-’arm’ soon ceased to Vie the
staple chit-chat in these parts.
“Tho following winter Mrs. M
went to Washington with her husband.
Here they found the Count von 8
was regularly accredited to and installed
at the Austrian Embassy. Scandal ere
long coupled his name with that of Mrs.
M . The old and shamelessly true
story, gentlemen. One morning tlio
hotel corridors, private drawing-rooms,
ami the Congressional halls and com
too young to realize the great disgrace
shicli had clouded their young lives
continued to livo at the farm with their
In'ookcli hearted grand fat her. M- ——
wandered restlessly mmi city to city,
lie again went to Europo and travorsed
its length and breadth, but to no pur
pose, In Loudon, just prior to his re
turn homo, he beard by the merest ac
cident that Count Von S laid sailed
three weeks before for New York. It was
still the day of packet-ships, aud M
The other day a man who was stag
gering drunk nnvignted up Michigan
avenue to Tliirel street, nnd tliero flung
himself down on the ground for a sleep.
Ho hail lain there about ten minutes
i». fed and fretted over the slow voyage. when a Iwy alamt nine years old, liis
lieved myself by talking giblierish slid
nindnstauce to the frigid stars, because
I recollected to have heard that it was
not pious to swear on Christmas Eve.
“GeltIn’ Had Home.”
At last it was ended. He sought the
n*d of the best detectives, and found
that tho Count Vou 8 lmd arrived
with his secretary, a youth of twenty,
but no other company. The pair hud
li .d gone on to Washington, and, with
out visiting his oliddren. Senator M —-
A llowed in hot haste. Tliero an affray,
ft tal to its deeply -wronged seeker, i h sed
ti e second act in this startling life drama.
F<*or M fell iu tbo duel which his
impetuosity and veugcauoo provoked.
“Boforo his own death, which ensued
in less than a year, old It willed all
U s immense property, share and share
alike, to tho two grandchildren, u boy
and girl, making sueli trust deed and
guardianship as would effectually pre
vent any after interference of the mother,
if she dared return. Her marriage with
the Count vou 8 .though r ( gar-lid
ai‘ improbable, actually took place at
Vienna within another year, and i in-
si y, polluted and brazen woman re-
warded tbo slayer of her first husband
by conveying into liis hands the proceed*
ol-the sale of all her real and personal
iriato in Amoriofi Bo the Governor’s
Faiiu paused to strangers; nnd 1 must
se-V that it remains in tidy shape, judg
ing from its exterior ajipentunee, as
vi nvod through a slugo w indow on a cold
d; y.
“I never heard what, liecnmc of tho
scoundrelly intriguing Austrian, or of
Ins victim. More than likely lie do
st ftod her after ho had soured on her
bounty nml graces, uml got rid of nil
her cash. Neither ao I know any
th ng of tho children. They wero only
lit 1o toddlers of lour and six years of
‘ 4- when I loft mis hum drum noigh-
i.*,'?inod, and, us . 'told you in Bin be
ginning of this yarn, that was forty-ono
years ago. But here we are ou our Inst,
iiolf-milo stretch, and I, for one, am
'mighty glad of it, though I’ve had very
agreeable company,”
As ho thus pleasantly topped oil, the
stage rumbled through the main street
of l’lugvillo, and drew up in all its clat
ter and majesty before tlio door of that
weather-beaten inn, which, time out of
mind, find been called tlio “Sorrel
Horse,” because tho i-Hlgy of a bay maio
was once visible on its creaking sign.
That night, iu the tup-room of this
same licensed house for tho entertain
ment of man uml beast, I consulted the
landlord, who vividly remembered
everything that had occurred iu State or
nation since the battle of Tippecanoe.
“Undo Bon,” quoth 1, “when was
tho ‘Governor’s Farm’ sold, and to
whom ?”
“What?” yelled the astonished vet
eran.
J repeated my question.
“There never was no such a farm to
sell, my boy !” was tho inelegant, yet
convincing reply.
My faith in tho forty-one years’ wan
derer was beginning to ooze.
“Wasn’t Richard M three times
Governor ?”
“No, my innocent; nor wunst,
neither,” was tho rankling arrow that
buried itseif iu my gullibility. I de
cided not to speak of tlio Senator, the
Austrian count, tho elopement or the
duel. The extra-loquacious traveler had
evidently remembered that it was the
season for stalling, and had nicely filled
up the crowd.
But there was one more inquiry, and
after some hesitation I made it:
“Say, Uncle Ben, who was that tall
man in the shaggy overcoat, with the
oar-mufllers and slouch hat, that earuo
through with us this afternoon ?”
“Ha ! ha I” laughed the old publican;
“uow I understand tlie nonsense which
you have been asking information on.
Well, my boy, you are not the first, the
one hundred and first, aye, nor tho nine
thousand and first, that lie’s sold with
his effulgent narrytives, as l»e calls em.
Why, that’s Joel Brixton, an’ he’s tlio
most owdacious liar in twelve town
ships.”
I waited to hear uo more, but Walked
quietly out. There was a spicy perfume
in tho air, and I thought of far-ofl lands,
not so cold and nnsympathizing os this.
I thought of balmy Ceylon and flowery
What Doxter Cost Bonner.
bare feet red with cold, and his hair
Bliowing through tlio crown of bis old
lint, came down tlio street as if in sear oh,
and soon ,-spied tbo drunkard. The lad
shook him. vigorously, and directly the
man to sat up, scoured a braoo for his
back, and growled out:
“Whnz/.er want wimo ?”
“li’s J .tinny, dad it’s little Jim,”
was the reply.
“Wlioze liaalo Jimmy?”
“Why, dud, don’t you know me ! I’m
your own boy. Ma sent mo to bring
you home. Cun you walk ?’’
“I gucss’or can,” mumbled the man,
mid ho tried to raise up. The boy gave
him all the aid possible, but bo was not
half up when he lurched over and rolled
on liis back.
“Oh, dud 1” walled tho boy, breaking
down all of s sudden, “yon aro drunk/’
“Yos, I’m junk.”
“ I onn’t get you home, mul the police
will put you in jail! Oh, dud 1 what
made yon ?’’
“ Vliaz muzo me ?’’ sleepily answered
the man.
“ Hay, dad,” continued the boy us he
bent over him, “ little Katio’H awful
sick. ”
“ Zhos so? Well, I can’t help zlios.”
“ Can’t you go homo ?"
“ No. Yon shtay hero whilo I go’er
sleep.”
“ Oli I I can’t—I can’t? Every laxly
knows you’re drunk, and everybody will
hoot at mo I”
“Wliuz?” exclaimed tbo runu, as he
raised on his elbow.
“ Tlio boys aro hooting nt mo now,
and tho men across tlie road aro laugh
ing I Oh I dad, it’s lawful to git drunk I
It’s awful when yon aro ashamed to
look any one in the face I”
Tho boy loaned against tho wall and
hid IiIh faoo nnd cried. The drunkard
rubbed his eyes, braced to a sitting
position, and by careful management
reached liis feet.
“Jimmy I”
“Yes, dad I”
“Slinmo—perfcck slinmo I I’m ’er
brute, I am. I’m sorry, Jimmy, you
know I’m sorry.”
“Yes.”
“I’m goiu’ home.’’
“I’ll help you.”
“No, sbur; you go zliat way—I’ll go
ahis; then or boys won’t hoot nt you.
Cum—go ’long.”
The boy crossed to Fourth street, and
when he was too far away to be huh-
pcoted of relationship the father braeed
np and started lip the avenue muttor-
ing:
“I’m er brute, I am, an’ I orter l>o
kicked, I had, an’ if I drink any more I
hope er be shot, I do.”—Detroit Free
Press.
Too Much Politics,
Robert Bonner told a friend the other
day lmw tlie famous liorse Dexter came
into bis possi anion,
“I mny ssy that from the first day I
took the lines in my hands,” said Mr.
R., “I made one resolve which I have
rigidly adhered to. It wbs that nnder
no circumstances would I allow a lioraa
owned by mo to conqiete on a race-track
for stakes. As soon as a borne enters my
stable bis public career is over. It waa
flic knowledge of tliia fact which pro*
ventixl my securing Deiti-r earlier in his
earcor at a much lower price than I sub
sequently paid for him, nnd this is how
it was: George Alley, ns T dnre say yon
know, bought Dexter for $200 odd, the
originnl check with which ho paid for
his pi Helm so being in niv possession to
day. Under Alley ’h ownership Doxter
soon began to develop his wonderful
Itoworn of speed. Well, one day Alley,
who was suffering from pecuniary pros- ;
sure, came to me and offered me tlie
horse for $1.',000, stating that he had
made certain time, which was then
below the record. .1 was not then very
eager for the horse, but told Mr. Alley
that if lie would mnkc that time in my
presence nt Fleetwood I would buy himt
We went out to the track, hut the well-
known driver who then hod liip» in
hand did not want inn to become Ms
owner, as lie knew that would bo tanta
mount. to tlio horse’H retirement from
tlie raco-truck. llo accordingly pulled
him hi when making tlie trial, and re
fused to repeat tho experiment. I, of
course, said tho bargain was off, and a
short time after Alley sold him at auc
tion to a man from Chicago for $14,000.
A friend of this man about a year after
asked me if I would give him $2,000
commission, supposing he obtained the
horse for $88,000. I assented, and thus
really paid $80,000 for tho horse, who is
now in my stabloe, ns I suppose you
know.”
The Iteiil h Blow.
ng to me before contracting with others,
Material furnished at bottom prices
Satisfaction given or no charges made, the county.
See or address, J. M. HARDIN, j “Folks around here wondered that he
j jan3-’83-ly] Canton, Georgia. ' gonsented to Bessie wedding a harum-
mittees’ parlors were filled with the buzz j i3 riw i] j 0 f citron groves and the night-
and echo caused by the upshot of this | bi oom j n g oereus. (Tho night l ' n ' 1
affair. Count vofi 8 and Senator
M ’s wife had eloped !
“They were traced to St. Louis; from
thence to New Orleans, and there tho
clew was lost, although poor M and
his venerable father-in-law spent thou
sands of dollars to discover the hiding-
place of tho guilty ones, The ohildrou,
had
bloomed very serious for me.) I was
mad, and felt mean and wicked. By-
and-by I found that tho tropical odor
came from the rogiou of pie, from tlie
open casements of the hotel kitchen.
They were preparing for the festive mor
row. “Thrice tho brindled cat Lad
mowed.” Was it mookingmo? I re-
A Philadelphia paper says that one of
the clerks employed in the Post Office of
that city received on Tuesday morning
this letter from Postmaster Htiiilekopor:
“I aui Informed that there is consider
able discussion of political anil other
matters which do not pertain in any way
to Post Oflice business during the time
when you are on duty, and that you are
one of the principal disputants. That
lieing tlie ease I do not consider that
your services aro worth $800 per annum,
mid unless I am satisfied that you to
tally refrain in the fnturo from discus
sing all matters not connected with the
regular business whioli may arise in tho
courso of your duty, you may expeot
you salary to be at the rate of $600 per
annum.”
That Settled It.
A Georgia justice of the peace had an
important case to come up before him a
few weeks since which involved a point
iu law, and tho best legal tulent of the
town was arrayed ou both sides. After
all tlie evidence had been submitted,
me of the lawyers arose and proceeded
to argue the case, when he was inter
rupted by the attorney on the other- side
Just at this point the justice, who was
looking out of tho window, discovered
a black cloud looming up in the west,
and rising forward be said: “Gentle
men, you may talk about this case as
much as you please; but I’ve got to go
heme and set out some potato slips.
When you got through you will find my
decision written out there,” pointing to
a piece of paper on his desk, as lie
walked out,
The Lafayette Courier says :—In con
nection with tlio death of Gan. Stoed-
iTiftn, who Instituted the order of tho
Soiih of Malta in Lafayette, the follow
ing is interesting : George Hurtling, an
employee in t lio wholesale grocery estab
lishment of Reynolds, Earl & Hatohor,
a bravo and brawny Scotchman, desired
to become u member of tlio order, and
the order was looglnd to “tnko him in.”
A night was sc! up irt for liis initiation,
and, as ho was a particularly powerful
man, the gathering of the elans was un
usually large. Tlie initiation proceeded
amid uproarious fun lip to tlio elevated
railway and a plunge into the seething
waters of the lake. A vet blanket was
in the hands of a dozen strong men, in
which the aspirant was tossed about
until they bccamo exhausted. Harding
wnH an intensely earnc st man, and took
I he initiation to bo a serious affair.
Doing told by the grand conductor that
from the elevated railway he should be
p! nil god into a lake, tie had contracted
his muscles and nerved himself for tho
battle with tlio waves. When he struck
the blanket the shock was too ranch for
liis nerves. Tie was taken to liis homo a
paralytic. He lived a year, suffered in
tensely, and died in great agony. Tho
order paid out over $2,000 in his lieliolf.
All that medical skill could do wnsdone,
but to no purpose. He was a nobleman,
and bore his sufferings like a hero or a
martyr. Ho never once complained or .
spoke harshly of those who caused it
all. His sufferings nnd death were the
death knell to the Sons cf Malta, not
only in Lafayette, but throughout
America.
It iinaivs to look as though tlie bent
arm of Massachusetts which stretches
out into the iitluiitie would at last reully
be severed, on tho surface, from the
main body of the State. Dredges and
pile drivers arc already oil the lino of
the ennai, and it is promised that 500
laborers shall at once follow. It must
l>e remembered, however, that this en
terprise, two or three years ago, had ad-
vanced still further than now, and then
failed. But the last Legislature grouted
a charter to a company which is believed
to have both the means and the energy
for pushing through, at last, this famous
project, for which plans were drawn
more than a oentnry ago, and which has
been nnder consideration about two cen-
turiea.
Young widow (addressing servant
girl): “Lena, what did you do with the
photograph this gentleman left here for
mo more tliau a year ago ? You surely
never gave it to mo, nor did you tell me
a word about it.” Lena (aftor thinking
a long time): “Oh, yes, I remember
now. Why, I thought it was the jack
of diamonds that had been lost for so
long, and I put it iu the card drawer.
Apparent disoomfiturfl of elderly gentle-
mail,