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THE CHEROBEE ADVANCE.
• EXAMINE MOW YOUR HUMOR IS INCLINED, AND WHICH THE RULING PASSION OF YOUR MIND.’
VOLUME V.
CANTON, GEORGIA, THURSDAY MORNING. 1 APRIL lo.;
NUMBER 15.
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ATTORNEY AT LAW,
CANTON, GEORGIA.
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W§F“Co lections a specialty. "YS#
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DREAM WHILE YOU MA 7.
Whils tbs moonbeams bright art peeping
Through the ivy-curtained .pane.
By their mellow radiance steeping
Every object in the lane
With a silvery gray.
Dream on, darling? While thon'rt sleeping,
Angels pore and bright
Around your oot their watch are keeping
Through the silent night;
Then dream on while you may.
Ah 1 too soon will come the waking
From tho dreams of ohlldhood's days,
Clouds the fair horison breaking
Boon will meet thy youthful gaze
As you wend life's way.
Boon thy heart will feel the aching
That no Joy can kill or calm ;
Cherished hopes their leave be taking,
Hopes that never could bring tialm,
Then dream on while you may.
Boon the hours of childhood flying, •
From your transient dreams you’ll wake,
And the sound of sobs and sighing
On your youthful years will break,
As from day to day
You will try—but vain the trying—
To And that bliss no one ean know |
For grief is living, Joy Is dying,
In this weary world of woe ;
Then dream on while you may.
Justin M'Oabtbt.
L. NEWMAN,
HOUSE & CARRIAGE PAINTER.
Paper Hanging and Calclmining,
Graining and Glazing.
all WUKK ulIAHANTKKD
Can be found a Warlick’s Shop.
[jan3-83-ly]
J. M. HARDIN.
House, Sign, Carriage
—AND—
ORNAMENTAL FAINTER,
FRESCO AND SCENIC ARTIST ALSO.
Oriental and Grecian painting. Mezo
Tintin , Carbo-Tiuling, painting in Se-
pei and India Ink.
Twenty-five per cent s tved by apply
ing to me before contracting with others.
Material furnished at bottom prices.
Satisfaction given or uo charges made.
So ■ or address, J. M. HARDIN,
tjan3-’88-ly] Canton, Georgia.
TOO LATE.
"Ia there a letter for me to-day ?’’
What a pale faoe, end, withel, whet e
pretty one I Pretty, although the bright
eyea were languid end had loet their
sparkle; pretty, though there were
wrinkles in the white forebead—wrinkles
not wrought by time, but stamped there
by grief and sorrow.
Oriel end Borrow, I said. Still, it
would be more comet to say that hope
end patient waiting had made pretty
Alice Warder old, although not more than
twenty summers had passed over her in*
noeent heed.
"Ie there e letter for me to-day
A dark flush overspread the pale fore
head end blanched features, « sudden
brightneea came into the drooping eyea,
end they became suffused with tears.
What a tremor passed through the wasted
form I How the Week voice trembled
between Lope and despair 1
The old postmaster took np e packet
of letters and slowly looked them over,
as he always did when Alioe asked this
question. He well knew there wee no
letter for her, bnt it wee so hard to say
the little word that would send her ewey
with an added weight of disappointment.
For six months past she bad come, day
after day, in sunshine and storm, always
with the same question on her Ups, and
always receiving the same negative reply.
"Is there a letter for me to-day ?”
Poor Alice Werder I When, two years
before, the vivacious and scheming Hugo
Werder led her to the altar, the people
said the yonng ne’er-do-well was only
after her money, and when he had secured
that he would neglect the sweet, trusting
girl, and would live merely for his own
pleasure.
Hugo Werder was poor—Alioe, an or
phan and comparatively wealthy. Hugo,
after their marriage, allowed himself to
be drawn into unfortunate speculations
and lost everything; bnt his hopeful
Uttle wife only said:
"Never mind, Hugo, be oomforted; we
will come through all right. Why, you
Jmow we ean work. ” And she kissed
him and smiled as happily as she had
done a year before, when, with joyful
oountenance, she said: "Hugo, I am
yours.”
But poverty is bitter, and the sudno-
tive cry of "gold ! gold I” came from the
far-off shores of America—from the mines
of California, and thither Hugo repaired.
Every one said he would desert his
yonng wife and child. All agreed that
whatever he might do he was at heart a
villain. Everybody said this, and every
body believed it, save Alioe. She alone
discountenanced the dark predictions so
freely made against Hugo; she alone dis-
beUeved the calumny heaped upon him
from all sides.
Alice slowly, despondently, turned her
back upon the poet office. But this was
nothing new; a hundred times she had
gone away from the place with the same
expression of deep despair on her pale,
sorrowful face. Poor Alice 1 She was
so weak and tired. But what mattered
that? Who cared fo T . her?
*****
"Are you writing home ?” asked Rich
ard Sommer.
Hugo Werder yawned, wiped his pen
and slowly answered, "Yes.”
"Toyonr precious Uttle wife, 1 sup
pose?”
"Yes.”
"How often have you written that
faithful Uttle one sinoe you are here ?”
Hugo was startled at this sadden ques
tion, and as he hung his hexff a crimson
blush came into his face, and he falter*
ingly replied:
"I am ashamed to acknowledge that
this Is—the first time.”
"The first time I” cried his astounded
companion. "The first time I This is
shameful, inexcusable in you I”
"I would not have confessed it to any
one but you,” answered Werder. "I
will tell you how it osme to be so s When
I first osme here I had so much to do,
and I have a dislike for letter-writing, so
I put it off from day to day, week
after week, an til I was really ashamed to
write without sending something with
the letter, for yon know she had not al
ways the money to pay the baker and
the batcher ’
"Bat did yon not at a single stroke
make *2.000?’
"Yes, yes, I know it well I am
a wretch I Aa yon say, I had $2,000, bnt
in one night it was all gone again. I in
tended writing Alice the day after my
suooess, but that night I passed a gam
bling-house. I turned back and entered
it. I drank, played, lost, and was again
beggared. Should I have written her an
empty letter then, after having spent six
months without sending her a single
dollar? So I have waited and waited
tUl now. But when she gets this letter
she will be $100 richer, poor Uttle girl,
and then she will forgive all my uegleot.
I know that well, beforehand.”
"She shonld forgive you nothing,
Hugo,” said his companion.
"Ah, yes ! I deserve no forgiveness,
but Alice is a dear, loving little darling,
and so true, that I know she will over
look aU my shortcomings.”
*•**•*•
"Mrs. Alioe Werder.” The postmark
was California, and the address was in
Hugo’s well-known handwriting. Was
it possible I
The Uttle postmaster read and re-read
the sniMrsoription. Barely there was no
mistake. The letter had oome at last I
"Oh, how glad she wiU be I How her
tender eyes will sparkle I It is worth
money to be able to give her this letter,”
said the old postmaster to his wife.
"Poor ohild I”
"Poor child, indeed,” repeated the
wife, as she esnght the stitoh she had
dropped. "I am getting so blind,” was
her murmured explanation.
But I should not wonder if heartfelt
tears had oauaed the sudden "blindness”
of the good, flympatUtrihg old soul.
"I oannot imagine why she does not
oome to-day,” remarked the Uttle old
man, when the afternoon had slowly
passed and evening was setting in
"Take the letter to her, Sophie. Poor
thing, perhaps her ohUd is too siok for
her to leave it. ”
"My rheumatism makes it so hard for
me to go oat I will take care of
things here, and go yon—it is but a few
steps to her house.”
"Well, then, when I have closed the
postoffioe, if she does not oome before,
I will go,” was the old man’s answer.
"Oo rather at once,” continued his
wife. "The thought of the poor, young
thing makes me sorrowful How strange
she looked yesterday when she asket’
if you were sure there was no letter foi
her, and when you asked about her child
how strangely she answered: ‘It is not
very well to-day, bnt I guess it will be
better to-morrow, ’ and how sadly she
laid her hand upon her heart, aa though
it hurt her there. ”
"Yes, yes; poor thing 1" was th*» old
man’s onlv re™ 1 *.
Rap t Rap 1 Rap I
The wind softly fluttered the dewy
leaves of the bushes al>out the Uttle
borne; the stars came out in the blue
heavens; the moon looked dowD with
a pale, calm, gloomy face upon the
little old postmaster as ho stood silently
waiting at Alice Werder’s door.
Rap 1 rap! rap I Bnt still no answer
came.
"Surely she cannot yet be sleeping,”
thought the old man.
But ah, Alioe waa sleeping. Heaven
had called her—those who sleep as she
slept never awake again on earth. This
life was too hard for her. Ah, Alice,
with your dead child on yoar breast—
ah, AUoe, oould you bnt have hoped a
single day longer I
*******
"A letter for me?” waa the question
of Hngo Werder.
"A strange hand-writing. Hr. i my
own letter and two looks of light, silken
hair 1 What does this signify ?”
Hugo Werder’s face grew deathly
white, and his hand trembled, as with
the palsy, as he read this letter, written
in the unsteady hand of the old post
master:
“In closed is returned your letter. It
osme too lata—they are both dead.
May Heaven forgive you ; your neglect
has them. Here is a look of yoar
wife’s h»lr Mid one of her child’s. They
both sleep in one grave. Again, may
Heaven forgive yon. Ah, had your let
ter come one day sooner, or had Alioe
booed for one day more I”
•■l sat No,” is the title of Wilxve
Collins’s new story. It sounds like a
husband answering a wife’s request for s
sealskin cloak.
A STORY OF SING SING.
WORK IIV A VERY HKII.Ii-
Fin. HAND.
PANICS IN RELIGION.
Rev. Or. ('•Ilyrr *a th* llnrm !)•■•
Fallhlfta* Mra la th* Charoh.
Th* Keeper. TreehleA Heeaaae they DMi'l
Catfli him UeaeterlrltlnB.
"When I was head keeper in Sing
Sing,” said Polioo Captain Washburn,
"n man named Ulrich was serving a term
for counterfeiting. He was an engraver
tty trade, and so good a workman that
the Warden employed him in making
dice. Ulrich was taken every day to a
targe oell specially need in the prison
for that olass of work. Before being
looked in he was searched, and at moal
times and at tho hour of going to his
own cell nt night he was sesrohod again.
By day a keeper stood outside the oell
watching through a loophole in the
strong door. Ulrioh was faithful and
attentive to his work, and did it well.
When tho Warden was informed by e
prisoner that Ulrioh was engraving e
piste for a counterfeit bank note he wae
surprised. Just then, yoa see, the
Whigs were in possession of the prison,
and the Democrats were trying to turn
them out. The Warden and I were
Whigs, and we didn’t propose to let
anybody know that counterfeiting had
been going on in the prison. We al
lowed Ulrioh to continue bis work si
tribal. After the prisoners had been
I notice, said tho Rev. Dr. Oollyer, in
his sermon Sunday morning, that when
I talk with those who watoh the world’s
great markets they say that when there
is an ever-growing fever in tho centers of
business, if this oontinnes we are going
to have a panic. And 1 answer "Qod
forbid,” for I know of bnt few things in
this world and life of ours so cruel and
ruthless as a panic, or that takes the
manhood so completely out of men,
leaving only e mob of poltroons and
monsters. It makes no matter whet
form the evil and ngly thing may take,
in e pnblio hall or thoater or in a uhuroh
where men go to worship God or in Well
street; end ft ia no matter whet our
oonduot may have been down to the day
when we were confronted in e moment
by this last end most terrible teat of our
manhood. If wo have lost on that day
tho quality Herbert Spenoer insists on
aa one of the flboioest blessings we oan
possess—"thfl aufvromncy of self-control”
—it is all over with ns the rest of our
lives.
I notice that my brethren in their oon-
ferenoes deplore the dcadnees in their
churches. I do not wonder at this, but
I do wonder e Uttle that they should
even by inforenoe ley the blame on God
end talk aa if they believed with the
. * . . .. j sua tan as u vuey uoti
lAked np one night we went to the of U|ftt He W(U(
wfck room, sounded the wrils floor, | ^ hMTeQa or hnA on a journey.
-S—Hfc- 4 “r*" 1* lB ; ?! B-cm» » they only look deeper they
S ^ thi “?’ “ d °T ,U< ^ will see that the whole trouble lies with
tbit we had been misinformed We j the ohriBlllulB themselves. I venture
di*nt know then wh.t e skillful man ^ oWt bn| with no me *n spirit,
UJich was. He hadn t made his repn- Qod k t hat tho most oruel end
Mon One day throe Scotland Yard blow , eTer „ truok H[tiogt our
driccUves osme to the prhmn. They falth ^ been made, not by
had teen ™t over by the Bank of Eng- men ^ „ bat b do *.
at the interview, and learned for the first
and prominent persons in Christian as-
time that Ulrioh had been employed by , /j m . T
the Bank of England in its paper mills.
He got the secret of the manufacture
and water mark, and ran away, and
forged Bank of England notes appeared.
It MS four years after that the deteo-
tivos heard of his arrest here for coun
do things I will not name under the
mask of religion—the safest mask I
know of—it is no wonder so many should
go apart and say if this is the fruit I
do not believe in the tree. No wonder
... —that so many should leave the chorohes
teffem how \ ' hn ** SI
he managed to get the paper from the I ^ T* 7 S
mills. He laughed at them, and said ^ oooa “ no wor * 01 « °*
he had stolen no paper. Putting hia , “J one the dwn “« e
hand on a silk handkerchief on the neck ^ < * oe ® *° wor ^ » * or ^ means that
of one of the detectives, he said, 'Give
me that, and certain chemical prepara
tions, tools and presses, and I will make
you a perfeot Bank of England note,’
They went away disappointed.
"After learning what a formidable
fellow Ulrioh was we watched him closer
than ever. He never gave a sign that
he suspected wo had been warned.
One day the convict who had first in
formed the Warden asked to seo him,
and told him that Ulrich’s conuterfvlt
plate had left the prison
oovered with tallow, wrapped in oil-silk
taken from the prison hospital, and sent
to New York in a piokle barrel. Pickles
were made by oon tract in tho prison.
Yon may just bet your life that the
Warden and I were scored. Wc watched
the newspapers, and it was not long l>o-
fore we read the announcement that
a remarkably well-cxoonted counterfeit
83 note of the Connecticut State Bank
had been discovered. You may rest as
men throw aside all religion, all moral
ity, all that is really precious in this life.
But such panics and desertions from re
ligion wiU invariably take place when we
see unworthy men who have no real re
ligions Ufe in them assume the high
places in Christian oounoila.
Examining i Bank.
sured that neither the Warden nor I lot
the secret ont until long after wo hod
left the prison."
COMETS,
Tycho Brahe first showed that comets
are further away than the moon. New
ton and Halley gave mneh time to their
study. Some comets which have had
beautiful tails as they neared the sun
have, after coming close to him, had
only a short tail or none at all, while
ethers have shown immense toils after
living oome within his atmosphere. Tho
f$$at comet of 1744 had six tails, snd
diela’s comet had two heads and two
tails. These two pursued their courso
The Manohester (N. H.) Union tells s
very interesting story of a bright little
It hadbeen ’ B irl of 7, who walked into the Merrimao
savings bank and asked, with what
1 seemed to be childish curiosity, to see
| the bank. The treasurer, with oom-
momlable kindness of heart, asked her
; to step behind the counter, and showed
her all the money, including that in the
i vault. Suddenly she stopped, and look
ing np into the treasurer's face, said :
j "Well, I believe it’s all right.” "What
I is all right?” queried the official,
i “Why, the bank U all right," she said,
side by side, first the one brighter and the child’s examination waa of precisely
then the other. Meteors are believed to
be broken portions of comets. Comets
are probably made np of gases. Some
of them, when viewed through a spec
troscope ,present the same results as
when carbon is looked at. The periods
of comets vary, some, it is believed, go
ing round the son only onoe in over
2,000 years
"My poor man,” said the doctor, “you
are dangerously ilL Is there any word
you want sent to your friends?” "Am
1 really so ill?” asked the sufferer.
"Alas, I can offeryou no hope.” "Very
well, then,” said the sick man; "just
telephone for another doctor. ”
American workingmen wtu. be some
what surprised to learn that the mem
bers of the French deputation of work
men recently here are telliDg their fellow
countrymen that our laboring classes
work harder and have fewer comforts
and leas ffborty than those of Franoe,
QUAKER CITY HUMOR.
A FKW TIIINCIH At’ClRHNTAIjl.V OVRR*
HEARD BY TIIK "KVKNINU UAH.."
PATRIOTISM.
Ethel—"Isn’t this funny ?"
Mabel—"What, dear?”
Ethel—"This in the paper about kiss-
Maliel—"I did not see it.”
Ethel—"Why, Dr. Deems says that
kissing is 'a purely American habit’”
"Mabel- -"Oh I how glorious it Is to
be l>orn an Amerioan."
HU RAD UNOtTOM.
"How much are them e quart?” I
countryman asked as he picked up e
strawberry from in front of e fruit store
on Chestnut street end swallowed it
"Fifty oents e piece.”
"What ?” ebon tod the countrymen.
"Fifty oents e piece. Try another;
they're nioe end freah.”
No,” he replied, os he bended over
half e dollar, "I’ve had ell the straw
berries I went”
A STRANGS ARUUST.
"Yon say the officer arrested you
while you were quietly minding your
own business ?”
"Yes, your honor. He eeught me
suddenly by the cost ooller and threat
ened to strike me with his olub unless I
accompanied him to the station house. ’’
"You were quietly attending to your
own business; making no noise or dis
turbance of any kind ?”
"None whatever, eir.”
"It seems very strange. What is
your business?”
"I’m a burglar.”
KOTmSO RUMARUASIJL
Mr. D. (reading)—"A single mahog
any tree has been known to bring $6,000
when out up into veneers.”
Mrs. D.-"What of it?”
Mr. D.—"What of it? Do you not
think that foot very remarkable?”
Mrs. D.—"No; it is nothing extraor
dinary. We have done better then that
with muoh loss material. ”
Mr. D.—"How do you mean?”
Mrs. D.—"You remember our lest
abareh (estival?”
Mr. D.—"Yes.” *
Mrs. D.—"Well, e single oyster
brought us in $6,000.”
A RRMHDT.
Mrs. Bonntdiet (boarding • house
keeper)—"You do not look very well,
Mr. Slim; I am afraid you keep too late
hours.”
Mr. Slim (boarder)—"I woe out e
littlo late last night, but usually am in
pretty early. ”
Mrs. Hoantdiet—"You ought to take e
tonic of nome kind, Here, for ins tan oe,
is au advertisement of Dr. Oure-All’a
bitters, said to be a remedy for the
•tired, sinking, empty feeling’ that
some people experience. Ito you ever
have that ?”
Mr. Slim—"Yes, three times a day—
fter every meal ’’
and then oontinued: "Mr. Bank man,
my name is Amy Bell, and my papa pnt
85 into this savings bank for me the
other day, and I wanted to see what kind
of a place it was. I never was in a bank
before. ” The gentleman assured her
that the money was safe, and after ask
ing a few childish questions she departed,
feeling settled in her young mind con
cerning the custody of her money.
What is quite as interesting as the story
is the notion the Union seems to have
that the examination which the little
girl made was a childish proceeding.
Everybody at all familiar with the his
tory of bank failures in New England
and elsewhere will see at a glance that
the same searching and exhaustive char
acter as that which directors and bank
examiners make,
Thomas Garrett who died in Staple-
ton, S. I., had been Justice of the Peace
for thirty-seven years. nis name was
suggestive of practical jokes and broad
humor. No chowder party, or other fes
tal gathering where public men were ex
pected, was complete without the Judge.
On the bench he was stern and dignified.
He appeared before a nominating con
vention, not many yews ago, and said:
"Gentlemen, the county must support
me, anyhow, either as a panper or Jus
tice of the Peace. I prefer the latter by
trifling odds, and hope you will, also.”
He was renominated.
Thebb are in the United States 15,000, •
900 milch oows. One billion and three
hundred million pounds of butter and
450,000,000 pounds of cheese are made
annually.
WHAT HU DIBD OF.
Jones—"I see it stated that a well-
known Philadelphia business man died
suddenly In a street oar the other night
of alooholism.”
Smith—"Yon probably saw that in
some New York paper. Those Hew
Yorkers are always starting np soma
libel or other on Philadelphia.”
Jones—"Then it is not true?”
Smith—"I should say not. It ia a
mean, despicable slander. The man waa
a friend of mine, and although not a
teetotaler, he was never considered a
hard drinker.”
Jones—"Did he die in a street ear?”
Smith—"Well, yes; I admit that he
did.”
Jones—"Then what did he die of?”
Smith—"Don’t know. Froae to
death, probably.”
BATHER TOO YOUNG.
"Papa,” said a little boy at breakfast,
"yesterday, at school, the teacher read
something from a book called ‘The Au
tocrat at the Breakfast Table.* What
does it mean ?”
"You are rather too yonng yet, my
son,” replied the old man, as he helped
himself to the top buckwheat cake and
smothered it with the cream intended
for his wife’s ooffee, "to understand such
matters.”
would no* DO.
First Railroad Man—"What do yon
think of the new patent 'railroad tattler,’
which registers the speed of trains?”
Second Railroad Man—"I have had
some experience with it, and think it
may do for through express trains.”
First R. M.—"Have yon tried it on
accommodation trains?”
Seoond R. M.—"Yes, bnt it did not
give satisfaction. Long before we
roaohed the end of the first trip the ap
paratus cessed registering.”
First R. M.i-"Indeed I What stopped
it from working?"
Second R. M.—"Rust,”