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BY J. P. SAWTELL.
E. H. PURDY,
Manufacturer of
Sales, Harness aal Tranks,
And Wholesale aud Retail Dealer in
All kinds of Sadlery Ware,
Corner of Whitaker and Bnan Sts.,
SAVANNAH, GA.
|sgy“ Orders for Rubber Belting, Hose and
Parking; also, Stretched Leather Belting,
BlLd promptly. Bepif-Gm
t. J. OUM.MAttTIN. JOHN FI.ANNKKY.
L. J. GUILMARTIN & CO.,
Cotton Factors,
AND
(General Commission Merchants,
Bay Si., Savannah, Ga.
Agents for Bradley's Super Phos
phate of Lime, Powell's Mills
Yarns and Domestics , etc.
Bugging, Rope and Iron Ties, al
ways on hand.
Usual Facilities Extended to Customers.
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A, J. MILLER & CC.,
FURNITURE DEALERS,
150 Broughton Street,
SAVANNAH, GEORGIA.
WE HAVE OX HAND, and are con
tinoally receiving, every variety of
Parlor and Bedroom Sets,
Bureaus, Washstands, Bedsteads, (Stairs,
Uodters, Wardrobes Meat Sates, Cradles,
Looking Glasses, Feathers, Featherbeds, Pil
lows. etc.
Hair, Moss, Shuck-and Excelcior Matrasses
on hand, and made to order.
Jobbing aud Repairing neatly done, and
with despatch.
we are fullv prepared to fill orders.
Country order* promptly attended to.
All letters of inquiry answered promptly.
sepl7-6m.
MARIETTA MARBLE YARD.
J- AM PREPARED TO FURNISH
Marble, Monuments,
Tombs, Head and Foot Stones,
Yaces, Urns, Vaults, etc.,
At very reasonable terms, made of
Italian, American and Georgia
MARBLE.
IRON RAILING Put Up to Order.
For information or designs address me at
this place, or
DU. T. S. POWELL. Agent,
Cuthbtrt, Ga.
Address,
J. A. BISANER,
, cep 17 6m Marietta, Ga.
GEORGE S. HART & CO.,
Commission Merchants,
And Wholesale Dealers iu
Fine Butter, Cheese, Lard, etc.,
39 Pearl and 28 Bridge Sts., N. Y
. w Butter and Lard, of all grades, pnt up
ia every Variety ot package, for Shipment to
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Onions, Potatoes, Butter, etc.
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Importers and Jobbers in
Dry Goods,
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Corner of Worth Street.
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CUTHBERT Ijjf APPEAL.
Farmers’ Warehouse,
CUTHBERT, GA.
J. M. REDDING & CO.,
Proprietors.
WE TAKE THIS METHOD of inform
ing ihe citiz-ns of Randolph and ad
joining counties. lhafwe have put our Ware
liouse iu a goo i state of repair aud are still lu
the
WAREHOUSE
ASD COMMISSION BLSIVESS,
And have ample atrangement- for the Storage
ami Sale of Cot'on a; j) other Supplies.
Tiulv grateful for past favors, and with a
full tohigionsi ess of having done our duty
to patrons iu the past, and a determination
to do so for the future, we hope to merit a
lull share of public patronage
Cash Advances on Cotton and
Goods in Store.
A* wc intend to close out cur Sto k of
Dry Goods, we will give cur entire attention
to a etrict and close
WA RE HO USE B USEYESS.
t3gf A full assortment of PLANTERS’
SUPPLIES always on hand.
Our Patrons will be furnished
with ample accommodations for
Stock and Teamsters FREE !
BP* Consignments solicited.
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JAS. S. ANTHON.Y,
Manufacturer of
Plain Tin Ware,
And Dealer in
Stamped, Japanned and Planished
ware,
Wood Ware,
And all other Goods generally kept
in a first-class Tin House.
Roofing, Guttering, Job Work
And Repairing Generally,
Promptly attended to.
J. S. ANTHONY,
East side Public Square,
octßct Cuthbert, Ga.
ELDER A BROWN,
MASTER BUILDERS,
CUTHBERT, GA.,
ARE prepared to erect, at short notice, first
class STORES. PRIVATE DWELL
INGS. CULVERTS, etc., etc., from beauti
ful native R >ck, quarried from an inexhausti
ble bed of the mateih.l, within a half mile of
the out skirts of the city Either
Tin or Slate Roofs Supplied
If desired, and both Wood Work and Mason
ry warranted to be of the best description.
For particulars inquire of either of the
firm. JOHN ELDER.
se|i24 1y JAMES A BROWN.
PALMER & DEPPISH,
WHOLESALE AMD RETAII. DEALERS lN
HARDWARE,
ROBBER BELTING,
AGRICULTURAL IMPLEMENTS,
Powder, Shot, Caps and Lead.
148 Congress & 67 St. Julian Sts.,
SAVANNAH, GEORGIA.
OC'I 6in
Crockery and Glass Ware.
A full Assortment of
Granite and C. C. Crockery,
Aud many useful Articles of
GLASS WARE,
Just received and for sale by
JAS. S. ANTHONY,
At. His
House Furnishing and Tin Store
East Side Public Square,
octSct Cuthbert, Ga.
HAVE ON SALE
!• A large Stock
TOILET SOAPS,
WASHING SOAPS,
STARCH.
BLUING.
Violin STRINGS,
Guitar STRINGS
Musical Instruments
CUTLERY, CURLING IRONS,
PHOTOGRAPH ALBUMS, Etc.,
For sale by T. S. POWELL, Trustee,
Druggist, Bookseller and Stationer.
'COOKING and HEATING
STOVES,
And COOKING UTENSILS
Os every description, with a great variety of
House Keeper’s Goods generally
For sale at the Tin Store of
J. S. ANTHONY,
octSct Cuthbert, Ga.
CUTHBERT, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 25, 1870.
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BY V. P. WILLIS.
Why don’t you take the papers T
They’re the lile of our delight,
Except about election time,
And t ien I read for spite.
Subscribe you cannot lose a cent,
Why should you be afraid ?
For cash thus spent is money lent
At interest four-four paid.
Go, then, and take the papers,
And pay to-day, nor pay delay,
And my word for it is inferred
You’ll live until you’re gray.
An old neighbor of mine,
While dying with a cough,
Desired to hear the latest news
While be was going off.
I took the paper, and I read
Os some new pills in force (
He bought a box—and he is dead 7
No—hearty as a horse.
I knew two men, as much alike
As e’er you saw two stumps,
And no phrenologist could find
A difference in their bumps.
One takes the paper, and his life
Is happier than a King’s,
His children can read and write,
And talk of men and things.
The other took no paper, and
While strolling through the wood,
A tree fell down and broke his crown,
And killed him—“very good.”
Had he been home reading of the news,
At home, like neighbor Jim,
I'll bet a cent that accident
Would not have happened him.
Why don’t you take the papers?
Nor from the printer sneak.
Because you borrow from bis boy
A paper every week.
For he who takes the papers,
And pajw his bill when due,
Can live in peace with God and man,
And with the printer too.
From Josh Billing’s Allminax-
This will prove a good year for
Alltuiriax. They will do better this
vear than they had did for the 30
thousand years.
Allminaxes teach us when tew
wean lambs, when tew pay our
debts, and how tew set a hen, with
elegance and precision.
From the body-ofthe “Allminax,”
we extract the following tit bits for
fun:
The astronomy in this Allminax
has no equals and but few superiors.
Hornets bild their nests whenev
er they take a noshun to, and aro
sildom asked to rnovo, for what
would it profit a man tew murder
99 hornets, and hav the one hun
dred one hit him with his javelin ?
Blessed are they who have no eye
for a key hole.
There iz one krittor in this world
whozo troubles yu kant console, and
that is a setting" hen.
Gravity iz no more positive evi
dence ov wisdura than a paper col
lar is of a shirt.
Natur never make enny blunders;
when she makes a fool she means it.
To find the solid contents ova
mule’s hind legg, feel ov it clussly.
A man with a very small head iz
like a pin without enny, very apt
tew git into things beyond his
depth.
Living on hope is like living on
wind—a good w r ay to git phull, but
a poor way to git phatt.
Tew pick out a good husband—
shut up both eyes, grab hard and
trust in the Lord.
Tew freshen a salt mackerel—tow
him one summer behind a steam
boat.
Future readers of American
history will not fail to be struck
with the close resemblance betw’een
Gen. Lee and Gen. Grant in de
clining houses. A mansion in Rich
mond, an estate and annuity in
England and a house in Lexington
were all in turn tendered to the
former and declined. A house in
New York, a house in Galena and
a house in Washington were all ten
dered to Gen Grant, who—well,
there is no use following the parallel
further, we leave that for history.—
JY. O. Times.
“What,” thundered the enraged
skipper, “have the ungrateful scoun
drels the audacity to assert that they
don’t get enough to eat ? Confound
their insatiable gluttony ! Give them
three herring for dinner, Joe ; give
them three herrings, and let them
bust, blast them !”
How She Saved Him.
BY MRS. M. A. BATES.
Max Benton was lying asleep un
der the elms on Hillsdale Common,
when a lively “Wake up, old boy !”
and a slap on the shoulder aroused
him.
“Halo! is that you, Sam 1” cried
Max, in a cordial tone, springing up
and grasping his friend’s hand.
“Wheu did you return to Hills
dale ?”
“Only a week ago,” replied Sam
Maynor, as they seated themselves
for a chat. “But I—”
“A week 1” echoed Max, looking
a little offended ; “why didn’t you
let me know of your arrival before!”
“I was about to tell you,” said
Maynor, apologetically, “that my
wife and I—you remember I wrote
you I married—have been so busy
furnishing the cottage which I have
bought, I haven’t had a moment to
spare.”
“Bought a house?” asked Max,
looking comically surprised, “how
the deuce did you get money to
make such a purchase ? Mamed a
rich wife, eh ?”
“No,” denied Sam. “Lucy is as
r>or as myself. The way in which
have secured me a home is this:
I paid one hundred dollars down,
and the mortgage remaining on the
cottage I am to clear off by making
yearly payments. I wish, Max,
you would marry some good, capa
ble girl, and settle down in the cot
tage next to ours j you can buy it on
the same terms as I did mine, and
wc could have such jolly times to
gether.”
“So we could,” agreed Max, with
animation. “But it would take me
forever to get a house in this way.”
“Not if you had a cheerful, in
dustrious and saving wife,” respon
ded Sam, confidently. “There ! I
have just thought of a little girl
who would make you a capital wife
—pretty, smart and of an excellent
disposition! What do you say to
that, old boy?” giving Max a nudge
in the ribs.
“I—” stammered Max, “I have
already picked me out a wife; in
fact, I am going to marry this very’
week. Will you come to the wed
ding ?”
“Certainly-! But who is the la
dy !”
“I think she is a stranger to yoti,”
replied Benton, her name is Abby
Kent.”
“Heavens!”
“What do you say heavens in
that way for ?”
His friend seemed loth for an an
swer, but at lengh he said,, serious
ly—
“ Max, when you get a home of
your own you want it to be a pleas
ant and orderly one, I know. You
do not want your hard earned mon
ey’ wasted, do you ?”
“Os course I don’t!” was the oth
er’s ready reply, while he wondered
what his companion was driving at.
“Then,” said Sara, “don’t you
marry Abby Kent. I know her
well,” he quickly added, as an an
gry flush began to burn in Benton’s
face, “aftd can truthfully assure
you that for all she makes a n4at
appearance, her habits are solvenly
and extravagant. I learned this,
just as I was on the point of pop
ping the question, for I used to
court her myself.”
“You have got some grudge
against her which makes you speak
so,” retorted Max,, testily. “I’ve
never seen any evidence of the fail
ings you speak about. When I
have been at her house, I have
many times observed her assisting
her mother in the houSe-work, and
have particularly noticed her ueat,
tasty habits.”
“This was done to deceive you,
Max.” maintained Sam. “Her par
ents have reared her in idleness.—
It is very seldom she has heart or
willingness to lighten her old moth
er’s labor. I heard the other day
that Mr. Kent’s house was mort
gaged, and I have no doubt it was
caused by bis daughter's love of
dress aud show.”
“I shall marry her,” said Max, a
little defiantly’, “yes, and will take
that eottage you spoke of, also ;
and you will find that I shall have
it paid for as soon as you will yours.”
“I hope and pray that you may
be happy and prosperous in your
marriage,” replied Sam, fervently,
“though,” he added to himself,
“you never will as her husband, I’m
afraid.”
It was not long after Sam May
nor moved into his snug home, that
his friend Max came over with his
wife to dwell in the adjoining cot
tage, which he had purchased by
the same agreement Maynor had
made in buying bis.
There was something attractive
to Abby in the idea of having a
home of her own to control; and,
stimulated by this feeling, she made
the little cottage a model of taste
and neatness. Still, she did not hes
itate to gratify herself, out of her
husband's small means, in as rich
dresses as her parents had indulged
her in before her marriage. Yv'ith
the glamour of the honeymoon be
fore his eyes, and elate with her
neat housekeeping, Max did not re
proach her, for he was proud of her
iooks, and surmised that the beau
tiful and expensive purchases she
now made would last her for years.
But when, after a short time, he
saw the carelessly kept articles in
ruin, and she still demanded money’
to buy others, he began to look at
reality, feeling, if she continued her
expensive course, the debt on their
home, which lie was working so hard
and ambitiously to pay off, would
never be cleared.
The despondence, which thus be
gan gradually to come ovor his new
life, deepened when Abby, no lon
ger stimulated by novelty, ceased
her labor in the cottage. When he
failed to supply her with all the
money she wanted, she would com
plain, regretting that she had ever
married so poor a man as he was,
to be nothing but a drudge, and
live in a hut, as she styled her pret
ty norae. Her discontent was high
toned by her mother, who now de
clared if it had not been for that love
in-a-cottage fancy, she might have
married rich.
Thus, poor Max, already seeing
his error in his foolish marriage,
was assailed unceasingly with his
wife’s fretful ness and neglect. The
old adage of “throwing out with a
spoon what is brought in with a
shovel,” was well illustrated by her
wastefulness. There was no cheer
fulness, no pleasant, tempting meal
to comfort him now, as he returned
at noon or night to his neglected
home. He still loved Abby, but
she gave him’only light affection,
for her vain love of dress and show
absorbed all her true love, if indeed,
she ever entertained any for him.—
He often asked her to be less ex
travagant, more careful in her
housekeeping, bat she only return
ed him bitter, independent replies,
little dreaming of the .wretched
ness she was bringing on herself and
him. A darkness was before her,
preventing her from seeing her
faults. Max Benton was not one
to complain much, and pride for
bade him to tell her, as some would,
in plain terras, of her short comings;
so he suffered in silence,, and often
wondered, with a shudder, what a
few years of such a life would make
of him.
Max had been married two years,
when a daughter —a cherub—was
born to brighten with her wee, mag
ical presence the desolation in his
heart and home —giving, even to
the light minded mother, some idea
of what true joy was. Max was hap
pier than he had been since the first
days of his marriage, and thought,
as he held the dimpled baby May
on his knee, he would net murmur
about his many disappointments,
as long as God spared her to him.
Poor Max ! It wasn’t a year later
ere the death angel came to put his
seal, even while the lips and cheeks
were rosy, upon the little darling.
Its mother went into hysterics when
she died, but Max helped to lay his
child out, and followed her to her
little grave in the cemetery without
a tear. Yet, Sam Mayor, who knew
his friend’s nature, felt that he car
ried a broken heart beneath his out
ward calmness. He feared, from
this moment, for the moral safety of
his poor friend, and his apprehen
sions were soon realized. Max had
not been in the habit of using strong
drink, but now all his leisure hours
were spent in the bar-room, and
not a day passed but some part of
it found him under the influence of
the fatal cup. Sam’s kindly efforts
to reclaim him were in vain ; his
wife declared she would leave him
if he did not reform, and the mort
gage of his little cottage threaten
ed to foreclose if the long due pay
ments were not soon cancelled; yet
all these warnings of shame had no
effect to call him back.
Max was indifferent to every
thing now ; he ceased his work al
most altogether, so that want of
money was soon felt at his once
comfortable home. Abby still lin
gered there in its wretchedness, for
fear of the talk which a separation
from him would create. When
Max returned now, it was never to
hear any gentle remonstrance from
her on his conduct, but to brave the
hard, bitter talk which she threw
at him. Lately, he spent his nights
where, she knew not, but she sur
mised in the tavern, w’hich privilege
the landlord allowed him, no doubt,
for being the most constant custom
er at the bar.
One afternoon, Max came home
terribly intoxicated, and being more
than usually enraged at her bitter
talk, struck his wife violently in the
face, and then staggered from the
house. The wretched wife now de
terrainecßo seperate from him, and
only waited for the night to execute
her resolve, for she feared to go
into the street before them on ac
count of her badly bruised face;
but having locked the door to pre
vent her husband’s again entering,
she sat down to meditation.
As she was leaving the house that
night to seek her mother, aninvolun
tary prompting caused her to go to
the little grape arbor in their gar
den. The perfume and shade of this
place was so grateful to her fever
ish pulse, that she seated herself
there for a little while.
The garden of Sam Maynor joined
theirs; and soon after entering the
arbor, she saw’ Mr. Maynor and his
wife pass from their house under
the fruit trees, w'here they stopped.
“Lucy,” she heard him say, “I
have got good news to tell you. —
THs afternoon I made the last pay
ment on our house and took up the
note, and I am going to buy you
the best melodiau that can be found
in Hillsdale, to pay you for being
such a good, careful little wife; for
it is owing to your economy and
orderly housekeeping, that I have
been enable to free our home from
debt so much sooner than I expect
ed.”
Abby was ashamed to listen, but
I something made her continue her
breathless attention to their conver
sation. The next momefit Mrs. May
nor said.—
“I am very thankful, Sam, both
for your promised present, and that
our dear little home is free. Do
you know how your friend Max is
getting along with the payments on
his cottage ?”
Abby trembled a little, and a
feeling of shame was within her as
she awaited for Sam’s answer.
“Poor fellow!” sighed Maynor,
“he hasn’t paid his mortgagee any
thing for over a year. The latter
told me this afternoon that he could
not wait for him any longer, but
should foreclose immediately.—
Thank God !” continued Sam, fer
vently, “that I did not marry Abby
Kent. I could almost curse the
wretched woman for the ruin she
has brought upon one of the best
fellows that ever lived. I have of
ten wondered, though, if she real
ized that her extravagance aud her
cheerless home was the real cause
of his degrading habits. How dif
ferent Max would have been with
such a wife as you are, Lucy.”
They passed into their home—
the home where love, and order, and
happiness dwelt, while Abby Ben
ton, sitting till now like a statue,
wailed out.
“Oh, can it be that I am to blame
for all our misery ? I can hardly
believe it. Yet Max was good and
temperate and happy, once, and
now I remember it. It was in
those days when I made our home
so pleasant and neat. S Yes, it must
be my fault that we are so wretch
ed, but the light has broken at last,
thank God. What would I not
give to have Max as happy and pros
perous as Sam Maynor 1 He shall
be, it anew and better life on my
part can make him! But what if it
should be too late for me to influ
ence ’him! I cannot bear the
thought! I will plead with him to
renounce his degrading course, and
labor with me for home and happi
ness !”
She rose, and entered the cottage
anew being, for the fire in her
heart was not the vain and worldly
one which had created her own and
husband’s misery, but an animated
longing for the light and joy of
home. Max did not return that
night—nor until the stars were
beaming the succeeded one. Thpn
he entered what, to his hardly sober
senses, seemed fairyland. The lit
tle kitchen was fairly shining with
order and neatness The lights
were softly burning, the fire was
glowing brightly from the polished
stove, while upon the little table
drawn up, with its snowy drapings,
before it, was the tempting evening
meal, prepared with a neatness and
care to which he had long been a
stranger. The delicious sense of
comfort—the great surprise of the
young man kept him silent. So,
without a word, he suffered Ills
wife to help him put on the warm,
clean suit she had prepared, for tho
one he had on was muddy and torn,
and then lead him to the table
where the fragrant cup of tea
awaited him.
She could not eat herself—her
heart was too full of blended hope
and fear, so she left the tablo and
sat down by the stove, opposite
Max. The kind of spell which had
until now been -upon her was bro
ken, and the great tear-drops gushed
from her eyes through her half
closed fingers. He was beside her
in an instant and clasped her to his
heart.
“Darling!” he said, in a voice
that thrilled her, “yesterday I went
out unloved and despairing from a
comfortless home, but now you
have turned it into a little palace—
dressed me in warm, clean clothes,
and placed before me such a supper !
What does it mean, Abby ?”
“Max!” and her arms went
around his neck, “oh, dear Max, it
means that you are to have a true
wife hereafter—one to cheer and
help and love you ! And now,” she
added, beseechingly, “promise me
to qnit the dreadful rum-cup for my
sake, dear husband—for the sake of
the little angel May, say that you
will.”
Max Benton could not answer
then for his excessive joy at know
ing that this new brightness around
him was to be continued,prevented
him from speaking. But with a
happy look and resolved tone, he
said, after a little silence—
“ Yes, my dear wife, I will be
come a temperate man, and we will
strive together for the true life
which will secure us at last a bright
eternal one with our little May !”
JC3T Three important cases set
up for an early hearing at the De
cember term of the United States
Supreme Court. The first involves
the constitutionality of the cotton
tax law, and will be argued by
Judge Curtis and Mr. Evarts against
the government. The second con
cerns the constitutionality of the
confiscation acts. This will be 'con
ducted by Messrs. Curtis and Cush
ing against the United States. The
third comes upon a writ of error
from Kentucky, and involves the
civil-rights bill, the special case be
ing that of a white man tried in a
United States court for the murder
of a negro. Judge Black appears
against the government, and will
hold that it is unconstitutional to
try in a United States Court a citi
zen of a State for murder when the
State courts are open.— Washing
ton. __
“When Mrs. Partington learned
that the Prussians were about to at
tack Nancy, she remarked that
she always thought “they were
mean enough to strike a woman.”
Science vs. Luck.
BY MARK TWAIN.
At that time in Kentucky (said
the Honorable Mr. Knott, M. C.,)
the law was very strict against
what is termed “ games of chance.”
About a dozen of the boys were de
tected playing “ seven up ” or “ old
sledge,” for money, and the grand
jury found a true bill against them.
Jim Sturgis was retained to defend
them when the case came up, of
course. The more he studied over
the matter and looked into the evi
dence, the plainer it was that he
must lose a case at last—There was
no getting around that painful fact.
Those boys had certainly been bet
ting money on a game of chance.—
Even public sympathy was roused
in behalf of Sturgis. People said it
was a pity to see him mar his suc
cessful career with a big prominent
case like this, which must go against
him.
But after several restless nights
an idea flashed upon Stur
gis, and he sprang out of bed de
lighted. He thought he saw his
way through. The next day he
whispered around a little among his
clients and few friends, and then
when the case came up in court he
acknowledged the seven-up and the
betting, and, as his sole defence,
had the astounding effrontery to
put in the plea that old sledge was
not a game of chance 1 There was
the broadest sort of a smile all over
the faces of that sophisticated audi
ence. The Judge smiled with the
rest. But Sturgis maintained a
countenance whose earnestness was
even severe. The opposite counsel
tried to ridicule him out of his po
sition, and did not succeed. The
judge jested and joked in a ponder
ousjudicial way about the thing,but
did not move him in the least. The
matter was indeed beginning to look
grave. The judge lost a little of
his patience, and said the joke had
gone far enough. Jim Sturgis said
he knew of no joke in the matter—
his clients could not be punished for
indulging in what some people chose
to consider a game of chance, until
it was proven that it was a game of
chance. Judge and counsel said
that would be an easy matter, and
forthwith called Deacons Job, Pe
ters, Burke, and Johnson, and Dom
inies Wirt and Miggles, to testify ;
and they unanimously, and with
strong feeling, put down the legal
quibble of Sturgis, by pronuncing
that old sledge was a game of
chance.
“ What do you call it now ?” said
the judge.
“ I call it a game of science !” re
torted Sturgis ; “ and I’ll prove it
too I”
They saw his little game.
He brought iu a cloud of witness
es, and produced an overwhelming
mass of testimony, to show that old
sledge was not a game of chance,
but a game of science.
Instead of being the simplest case
in the world, it had somehow turn
ed out to be an exceedingly knotty
one. The judge scratched his bead
over it awhile, and said there -was
no way of coming to a determina
tion, because just as many man
could be brought into court who
would testify on the other. But he
said he was willing to do the fair
thing by all parties, and would act.
upon any suggestion Mr. Sturgis
would make for the solution of the
difficulty.
Mr. Sturgis was on hia feet in a
second.
“ Impanel a jury of six of each,
Luck vs. Science—give them can
dles and a couple of decks of cards,
send them into the jury room, and
just abide by the result!”
There was no disputing the fair
ness of the proposition. The four
deacons and the two dominies were
sworn in as the *' chance ” jurymen,
and six iuveterate old seven up pro
fessors were chosen to represent the
“ science ” side of the issue. They
retired to the jury-room.
In aoout two hours Deacon Pe
ters sent into court to borrow three
dollars from a friend. [Sensation.]
In about two hours more, Dominie
Miggles sent into court to borrow a
“ stake ” from a friend. [Sensa
tion.] During the next three ot
four hours, the other dominie and
the other deacons sent into court
for small loans. And still the pack
ed audience wailed ; for it was a
prodigious occasion in Bull’s Cor
ners, and one in which every father
of a family was necessarily inter
ested.
The rest of the story can be told
briefly. About daylight the jury
came and Deacon Job, the foreman,
read the following verdict:
“ We, the jury iu the case of the
Commonwealth of Kentucky vs.
John Wheeler et al, have carefully
considered the points of the case,
and tested the merits of the sever
al theories advanced, and do here
by unanimously decide that the
game commonly known as old
sledge or seven-up is eminently a
game of science and not of chance.
In demonstration whereof, it is
hereby and herein stated, iterated,
reiterated, set forth, and made man
ifest that, during the entire night,
the ‘chance’ men never won a
game or turned jack, although both
feats were common and frequent to
the opposition; and furthermore,
in support of this our verdict, we
call attention to tho significant fact
that the ‘ chance ’ men aro all bust
ed, and the ‘ science ’ men have got
the money. It is tho deliberate
opinion of this jury that the
‘ chance ’ theory concerning seven
up is a pernicious doctrine, and cab
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ciliated to inflict untold suffering
and pecuniary loss upon any com.
munity that talA's stock in it.”
That is the way that seven-np
came to be set apart and particular,
ized in the statute books of Ken
tucky as being a game not of
chance but of science, and therefore
not punishable under the law, said
Mr. Knott. That verdict is on rec
ord, and holds good to this day.
What We do for Nothing',
Those who imagine that the jour
nalist s path is made up of rose#
should read what a veteran in the
Picayune says : “He must be at hi#
post day and night, in order that
the public may be promptly and
fully informed of what is going on,
not only in the shops and ware
houses of his patrons, not only in
his own city or State, but every
where. Each issue must be a daily
chapter of the world’s chronicles.
A true journal must also be a reflet
, the enlightened public opinion of
the world, a defender of what is
just, a vindicator of what is honora
ble, an adviser, champion and friend
of all who aim at good ends through
proper means. °
“Hence it happens that the best
of all the work of the journalist i#
that which he does for nothing. If
any useful public enterprise is pro
jected, whether originating with
him or the fruit of some speculative
undertaking, the aid of newspapers
is straightway solicited,
'•He does more gratuitous work
than men of any other vocation.—
He is the servant of the public, and
must bend his shoulder to anv load.
He is the ally of all who are engaged
in public schemes, and must give
his service without rations, and
generally without thanks or appre
ciation. r
“It is well enough for tbe public
to be reminded of these things from
time to time, that they may not for
get the work which the journalist
does without money and without
price. If we, as a class, were to
claim from public institutions our
full share iu then! according to the
work of hand and head which we
have expended to build them up, it
would bo found to be something
more than the value of the little re
ciprocity that is generally conceded.
If other professional men did as
much for nothing as editors, they
would be more careful how they
ask of us labor for their interest
without compensation.”
Bow Poor People Live. Al
exander 11, gets $8,250,000 per an
num, or $26,000 per day, and has
the run of his entire dominions, in
cluding half of Europe, and one
third of Asia.
Francis Joseph receives $*,000,000
annually, or $10,054 per day, with
a large allowance of beer. Joe has
a small family, and the entertain
ment given Prussia proved so «*.
pensive, that a little retrenchment
has been found necessary. He ha#
several pleasant residences in the
city and country, with oat-houscs,
stables, wood-house, etc., and i»
said to be very comfortably fixed
Frederick Willi a'm is not paid
quite as well as his neighbor over in
Austria, but manages to keep up
appearances on $5,000,0j0 a year,
or $8,210 per day. He is said to
suffer for want of funds, and i»
forced to economize.
Victor Emanuel manages to get
along in Italy on $2,400,000 a year,
or $9,849 per day, but this is owing
to the fact that the climate be
ing mild m his dominions he is able
to wear cotton clothes.
Victoria receives only $1,200,000
a year, or $6,270 per day; but she'
owns several large dairy-farms, ami
her butter and milk command the
highest price in the London mar*
ket; besides, she supplies the first
families with vegetables. She has
married several of her daughters to
men of fine incomes, who help hew
to pay little bills when she find®
herself pressed for change.
Misspent Evenings.— The boy
who does spend an hour of each
evening lounging idly on a street
corner, wastes in the course of the
year, three hundred and sixty-five'
precious hours, which, if applied to
study w ould familiarize him with tho*
rudiments of any familiar science.
If in addition to wasting an hour
each- evening ho speeds- ten cent#
for ai cigar, which is usually the
case, the amount is thus worso
than wasted. Boys, think of these
things, think how much precious
time and good money you are wast
ing, and for what?—The gratifica--
tion afforded by the lounge on the
corner or by the cigar, is not only
temporary, but positively hurtful.
You cannot indulge in these prac
tices without seriously injuring-your
selves. You acquire idle and w'aste
ful habits, which will cling to you
through life, and grow upon you
with each succeeding year. Yon
may in after life shake them off,
but the probabilities are, that the
habit- thus formed in early life, will
remain with you till your dying day.-
lie warned then, in time, and re
solve that as the hour spent in idle
ness is gone forever,-, you will im
prove each passing one, and thereby
tit yourselves for usefulness and
happiness,
—An exchange says: “House
wives, who are annoyed with mud-’
dy water on wash days, might do
well to remember that a piece of
glum as large as ri walnut will clear,
as bright as crystal, a whole hogs
head of turbid water,