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A PROCLAMATION.
GEORGIA.
By R UFUS B. B ULL O GK %
Governor of said . State .
Whereas, Official information has been re
reived at this Department that a murder was
Committed in the county of Jacksou, on or
about the Gth of May last, upon the body' of
Marcellas W. Park, by one Matthew Ilairis ;
and
Whereas, the Sheriff of said county ccrtitics
to me that lie liub made diligent search for the
said Harris in the county of Jackson and the
counties adjacent thereto, hut has failed to ap
prehend him, and therefore suggests the offer
ing of a suitable reward asa means oi insuring
the arrest of said Harris:
Now, therefore, I have thought proper to is
sue this my proclamation, hereby offering a
reward of One Thousand Dollars for the ap
prehension and delivery eff the said Matthew
Harris, with evidence sufficient to convict, to
the Sheriff of said county of Jackson, in order
that he may be brought to trial for the offense
with which he stunds charged.
Given under my hand and the great seal of
the Stute, at the Capitol in Atlanta, this Bth
day of .June, in the year of our I.ord Eii-h
teen Hundred and Seventy-one, and of the
Independence of the United States of Auier
icu the Ninety fifth.
KUFUS B. BULLOCK.
By the Governor:
• David G. Cottikg, Secretary of State
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A r ICO! 1 1, A i?l ATiOA.
GEORGIA.
By R UFUS B. B ULL O C JC,
Governor of Said State.
Whereas, Official information has been re
ceived at this Department that a murder was
committed in the county of Muscogee, ou or
about the 13th of January last, upon the body
of Jack Williams, by oue Albert Christian, a»
is alleged, and that said Christian lias lied from
justice : *
I have thought proper, therefore, to issue
this my proclamation, hereby offering a re
ward of One Thousand Dollars lor the appre
hension and delive y ol the said Christian
with proof sufficient to convict, tot lie Sheriff
of said county of Muscogee, in order that he
tuny be brought to trial for the ofl'cuce with
which he stands charged. .
Given uuder my baud and the great seal of
the State, at the Capitol in Atlanta, this
eighth day of June, in the year of our Lord
Eighteen hundred and Seventy-one, and of
the Independence of the United Slates of
America the Nlnety-tith.
RUFUS B. BULLOCK.
By t.)ie Governor :
David G. Cutting, Secretary of State.
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A PROCL ATI ATIOA ."
GEORGIA.
By JIUFUS B. B ÜBLOCK,
Governor of Said State.
Whbrkas, There is now pcndlugiu tlis Su
perior Court of Cherokee county a Bill of In-
Ylictmeut, charging James B. Cloud, William
Cloud and Geo. P. MoCraw, alias LaFayette
McCraw, with the crime of murder, alleged to
have beeh committed upon the body of Jerry
Garrison in said county of Cherokee ; and
Whereas, The said James B. Cloud, Wm.
Cloud and Geo. P. McCruw, alias LaFayette
■McGrow, have been arrested and confined na
ffer said charge, and subsequently made their
(escape from jail by breaking therefrom, and
Rre now at large greatly to the danger of the
ptace ttml good order of the community :
Now, therefore, ill order to bring them to
opeedy tr.al for the crime with which they
Hand charged, I have thought proper to issue
tills, my proclamation, hereby offering a re
ward of Two Thousand Dollars each, for the
apprehension aud delivery of the said James
B. Cloud. Wm. Cloud and Geo. P. McCraw,
alias LaFayette McCraw, to the Sheriff of
Cherokee county.
Given under my hand and the grgat seal of the
State, at the Capitol in Atlanta, Ibis twelfth
day ot June, in the year of our Lord Eigh.
teen Hundred and Seveuty-one, -and of the
Independence of the United States the Nine
ty Fifth KUFUS B. BULLOCK*
By the Governor :
• G. (Jotting, Secretary of State.
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For sale by T. S. POWELL, Tiu t. e.
FINE GREEN TEA,
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For Sale by T. S. I’OWELL, Trustee.
CUTHBERT jgjjf APPEAR.
The Old Story,
My love is like the datnask rose
That blrfshes on her breast,
Her breath is like the wind that blows
Balm-laden from the west.
Her smiles are like the sunlight shed
On wavelets as they roll,
And like the blue sky overhead
Her purity of soul.
Her gentle thoughts arc like the rain
That falls on high and low,
Her kindly deeds like golden grain
When garners overflow,
But ah ? she shines so fair and far,
She thinks of me- no more
Than midnight moon, or polar star
On ripples on the sliorc.
Arouse mine heart proclaim tby love!
And if thou canal not fly,
To her who shine3 so far above
In coldest upper sky,
She may, when all thy truth is known
As trutli may ever be,
Take pity from her starry throne
And come to earth and thee.
A.
Music ill the Night
by itns. H.vnitirr srorronD.
When stars pursue their solemn flight
Oft in the middle of the night,
A strain of music visits me,
Hushed in a moment silverly—
Such rich and rapturous strains as make
The very soul of silence ache
With longing for Hie melody-.
Or lovers in the distant dusk
ft Os summer gardens, sweet as mu-k
Pouring the blissful burden out,
The breaking joy, the dying doubt;
Or revelers all flown with wine,
And in a madness half divine,
Beating the broken tune about.
Or else the rude and rolling notes
That leaveaomo strolling sailors’ throats,
Hoarse with the salt sprays, ft may be,
Os many a mile of rushing sea ;
Or some high-minded dreame»strays
Late through the solitary ways,
Nor heeds the listening night, nor me,
Or how or whence those tones be heard,
Hearing, the slumbering'soul is stirred,
As when a swiftly-passing light
Startles the shadows into flight,
While one remembrance suddenly
Thrills through the melting melody—
A strain ol music in the night.
Out of the darkness bursts the song,
Into the darkness moves along;
Only a chord of memory jars,
Only an old woman burns ils scars.
As the wild sweetness of the strain
Smites the heart with passionate pain,
And vanishes among the stars. *
An Indian’s Word of Honor.
A gentleman of Joncsburg, Mo.,
recently ret u toed from Texas, relates
an extraordinary occurrence which
took place a short time in the In
dian Ration. A Choctaw Indian,
having committed a wilful murder,
was arrested, tried, and sentenced
to ha shot to death. lie asked for
twenty days in which to prepare
and visit his friends, giving his
word of honor as a “brave” to re
turn at the-appointed time, and was
allowed to go forth without a guard
or bail.
At the expiration of the twenty
days, according to appointment, the
hour for execution arrived, aud the
Indiau true to his word, at the very
hour and minute galloped up to the
place where tho sentence was to be
carried out, in the company with
three of his sistere and three broth
ers, all appearing as cheerful as
though they had come to a dance
or a frolic. Tho eolfin was then
brought on tho ground, but some
one remarked that it was too small,
upon which one of the doomed In
dian’s brothers told him to lie down
in it and measure, which he cheer
fully did, and laughingly said, “It
fits all right.” The crowd mean
while. appeared to be in the most
cheerful spirits, aud cracked jokes
and laughed.
At last, when all was ready, the
doomed man was ordered to sit on
the ground. A handkerchief was
then placed over his eyes by his sis
ter. While the sheriff' held one
hand, one of the condemned Indi
an’s brothers held the other on each
side of him. The deputy sheriff
then stood in an’old house, about
ten steps in front of the condemn
ed, with a rifle. From some cause
the rifle went off accidentally, the
bullet passing up through the roof
of the house. The Indian, believ
ing he was shot, drew himself up
and shuddered, but did not speak
or move from the spot. A black
mark was then made over the In
dian’s heart, with spittle and pow
der, by his brother, while the dep
uty sheriff reloaded his rifle, aud
at a signal he took steady aim,
fired, and pierced the center of the
mark. The Indian, with a few
struggles, fell back dead, with the
brother and the sheriff still holding
his hands. No one seemed to be
in the least affected except the
doomed Indian’s mother, who shea
tears, but was told to “shut up” by
her son, that all was over.
—• An impatient Welchman called
to his wife, “ Come, come, isn’t
breakfast most ready ? I’ve had
nothing since yesterday, and to
morrow will be the third day ! ”
This is equal to the call of the stir
ring housewife,, who aroused her
maid at four o’clock with, “Come
Bridget, get up!' Here ’tis Mon
day morning, to-morrow is Tuesday,
the next day’s Wednesday—half
the week gone and nothiug doue
yet! ”
CUTHBERT, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, JULY 7, 1871.
CAST OFF.
“ Will I forgive you ? How dare
you ask it, Ida Rossiture ? Never,
so help me Heaven !”
There was a fierce glare in the
black eyes with which Winfield
Grey steadily regarded the hand
some woman standing pale and with
compressed lips before him.
She had been for a solitary walk
on the sea shore, little dreaming
she should meet the man who, in
her heart of hearts, was tho only
enshrined idol.
She had seen him coming, when
his eyes, keen and bright, though
they were, had not yet discerned
her graceful figure wending among
the crags and cliff’s of the rocky,
wild beach ; and, with a cry of in
tense delight upon her lips, she has
tened to meet him.
She was a faultlessly beautiful wo
man, this haughty heiress, Ida Ros
siture, whose dark, oriental eyes
had slain scores of victims ; whose
lustrous masses of ebon black hair
had driven scores of lovers half
crazy. She know her power, and
how to use it; and before she had
seen twenty-two summsrs drop
their load of sweet scents, she had
acquired tho well-earned reputation
of coquette.
But every soul has its mate; and
Ida/Rossiture had met the master
of her destiny ; she loved. Yet, so
strange is the inconsistency of wo
man, that, though caught and wooed
by Winfield Grey, him whpm she
so adored, her habit of coquetry
would nokpermit her to show him
a preference.
Not that she intended losing
him ; and on the moonlight night
when he told her his love in terms
so passionate that her heart almost
ached with the joy, when he plead
ed the sweet rumor that was going
the ronnsds of their engagement,
she gracefully warded him oft’, ful
ly intending to confess all on the
morrow.
Alas, for what wc will do “ to
morrow!” Many are the hopes that
are crushed for their waiting for
the morrow ; the resolutions buried
that “ Co-morrow ” was to see ful
filled!
And Ida Rossiture, when the
morning dawned, learned that Win
field Grey had left the shore that
very morning while she was dream
ing of him.
Shewas-too proud to inquire;
too proud to writy; and, when,
hours later, she was playfully taunt
ed with slaying another victim, and
that Winfield Grey, she was too re
servedly haughty to refute the as
persion? and by a cold bow, gave
credence to the ruraor.
AU this, the one precious opisode
of her life, that had been crowded
into one blissful fortnight, two years
agono, came rushing over her as
she saw Winfield Grey walkjng
quietly along, all unconscious of
her near proximity to him.
“ Winfield, oh, Winfield, can ft
be possible!” She reached forth
both her beautiful arms, a glorious
light that he could not have misun
derstood, glowing in her dark eyes.
lie started, raised his hat, and
would have passed on.
“ You are not angry with me, Mr.
Grey ?” Her tones were pleading,
but he looked passionless as a stat
ue.
“ I have not forgotten our last in
terview, Miss Rossiture.”
His cold, steely tones raised a
fearful anguish in her heart.
“ Nor I. I have been waiting
ever since to toll you—to tell you
how—l—loved you I”
The proud woman had spoken at
last; and a beautiful blush over
spread her face as she looked almost
wistfully at him.
His own checks reddened, but he
never moved his eyes from herface.
“ I tun grieved tho confession has
come too late, Miss Rossiture. I
care nothing for you.’.’
She stood like one petrified, her
eyes growing bright and wild.
“ Not Care for me I Not—care—
for—me?” She repeated the words
slowly, distinctly, an awful gray
pallor the while stealing across her
face, her eyes riveted on his hand
some countenance,
“I do not, Miss Rossiture ; good
morning.”
He. bowed and Walked on.
He had only taken a dozen steps,
when there came a clutch on his
arms that almost made him cry out.
He turned to see Ida again.
” Stop a moment, I may be cra
zy for all I know. But I most have
it from your lips again, those lips I
have dreamed so often about! those
lips that told me the only news I
ever eared to hear.”
She spoke in a peculiar, dreamy
way, then, before Grey could form
an answer, her eyes filled with tears
and she laid her hand on his arm.
“ Winfield, my darling, my dar
ling, don’t'say you have ceased to
love me! why don’t you know I
love you ? I worship you !”
He would have been less than
human, had not his heart throbbed
at her confession, but he smiled
coldly.
“ Two years ago, Miss Rossiture,
I sued for that love ; you cast it oft’.
To-day you offer it; I cast it off.
Remember as I do, the shame, the
bitter agony of that night, 1 can
never forget it or forgive it.”
She seemed not to hear the last
words.
“ You cast me off, you cast me
off!”
“ That is rather a hard term,
Miss, I did not say so. Please be
so good as to excuse me:”
“No, no! Once more, Winfield,
forgive me, oli do forgive me, will
you not ? .1 can’t live without your
love, Winfield.”
She clasped her hands pleadingly,
and rested them on his arm. A
moment he gazed into her beautful,
stormy face; then with a calm, al
most scornful turn of the lip, spoke.
“ Will I forgive you ? how dare
you ask it, Ida Rossiture ? Never,
so help me Heaven !”
It was an awful blow to the proud
woman, whose sin was loving too
well, and as Winfield Grey length
ened the distance between them, a
look of most pitiful agony convulsed
her features.
Gradually his receding figure
grew smaller and smaller, and as he
turned amanglc that hid him, there
■ swept over her form a perfect gust
of Craotion.
Unutterable dispair was written
on every lineament, and in the
words she moaned, lurked a life
time of grief.
* * * * *•
The early June sunshine came in a
golden quiver all over the pink and
white carpet that covered the floor
of Marian Thorne’s dressing room,
and while it touched with light fin
gers the rare statuary, the costly
toiletto ornaments, it lingered long
est and most lovingly on the slight
graceful figure that stood before the
dressing mirror.
She was a golden haired girl, this
dainty Marian Thorno,with eyes the
very shade of purple violets. Shad
owy, serene eyes, that seemed ever
looking out into some misty, uncer
tain cloudland.
Now Rhe was looking at herself,
arrayed in a costly robe of creamy
white satin, where fell cloud on
cloud of Shimmering lace ; where
gleamed pure pearls, and soft white
kids.
“ What, Marian, surely you are
not growing vain enough to try on
your wedding dress to note the ef
fect ?”
Marian laughed, as the young
girl held up her hands in amazement.
“Do you consider this vanity ?
If you do, I muat plead guilty. I
wondered how I would look as a
bride, so I put on the robes.”
“ As if you could not have waited
till to-morrow noon. Well, I guess
Mr. Grey will think you are an an
gel just floated down. Oh, Marian
chere , you aro faultless—perfect.”
Marian smiled and turned again
to tho beautiful reflection.
“ I think my dress is very becom
ing, and I am pleased for Winfield’*
sake. And yet, with all the rapid
preparations progressing, yon can’t
tell the gloom that comes over my
spirit at times—as if soino hidden
vial of wrath was about to bo pour
ed out upon me.”
Marian’s eyes were gazing away,
away off, as if seeking to wrest the
secrets from her future.
Gracie Rose gave a little scream.
“ Oh, you superstitious girl, you
—and yet, Marian, I have heard it
was a bad omeu to try on a com
plete wedding suit. And here you
are, nothing wanting, even the kids,
and the slippers, and the veil and
all.”
Marian smiled and shook hor
head.
“ Nonsense, Gracie. Yet to com
fort you, please notice 1 have not
got on the wreath.”
The young girl laughed joyously.
“ Good; there’s hope yet, then.—
Hark ! there comes Mr. Grey, shall
I send him up" ?”
“ Yes, I’d like his opinion.”
A moment later, and Winfield
Grey stood beside her.
“My beautiful darling ! almost
my bride! almost my darling
wife !”
He kissed her fondly, then step
ped back to regard her toilette.
“ Perfect, little Marian. Pure as
angel’s raiment, but none too fair
for you, darling. If you only were
a little less serious.”
He laughed as he spoke, but the
young girl’s face grew Rerious.
“ I have such a strange feeling,
Winfield.* Night after night I
dream of a barren seashore where
are rocks and crags over which I
am constantly fleeing to find you.—
And there is *a tall, dark, magnifi
cent woman who haunts my dreams;
with eyes like a very demoness, that
seems scorching my heart out of my
body. Then when I awaken I am
so exhausted that the fright follows
me half the day.”
Her wistful blue eyes were lifted
to his face, but she had noticed the
pallor that shifted across tho-proud,
handsome features as she mention*
ed the “ tall, dark, magnificent” wo
man.
He laughed, and smoothed her
light curls away from her forehead.
“ If I could but forget the sensa
tion the vision causes.”
“ Perhaps you don’t love me, Ma
rian ?” he said, gravely.
“ Oh, Winfield, you know Ido ;
please don’t say so, you hurt me ?”
He kissed her sweet quivering
mouth, just as Gracie returned to as
sist Marian to remove her bridal
robes.
“We’U excuse you now, Mr.
Grey,” she said raerily. “PU bring
Marian down presently, in a more
hugable form.”
He threw the pretty bridemaid
a kiss, and went whistling down
stairs, happy, and forgetful of the
“ tall, dark, magnificent woman.”
“ I’ll take them off, Gracie,”'said
Marian, as his, her betrothed’s steps
sounded further away ; “ but, if I
spoke the truth from my heart, I
should say I think I’ll never put
them on again.” #
Gracie glanced in unappreoiating
curiosity at tho bride elect.
“ You talk so, and still are sure
you love Mr. Grey?”
A glorious light came into her
blue eyes.
“ Love him, Gracie ? You never
can know how much.”
“ Then there’s no danger that you
won’t wear this in old Trinity to
morrow at midday,” returned mat
ter-of-fact Gracie.
* * * * *
It was anew grave, over which
the flowers of but seven weeks had
bloomed; at its head stood a costly
tombstone, and a wreath of immor
telles was twined about it . * ’
On its snowy surface were carved
letters that were unmistakably pre
cious to fond hearts ; and the let
ters ran thus—
“ Sacred to Winfield Grey,
Aged 28.”
On the high, sweet-scented turf,
knelt in pitiful abandon, a young,
fair-haired gill, whose black robes
swept tbo spot where her darling
lay at rest.
She did not moan or cry, but un
spoken agony was making her slen
der frame quiver with deepest emo
tion.
A little away, standing defiant
and stormy, was a noble, Command
ing. womab, her sable garments trail
ing to the very sides oU Winfield
Grey’s grave.
Her hard bright eyes were watch
ing the fragile form that was kiss
ing the sod so passionately, all un
conscious of the presence Os any
one, till her own name, spoken in
clear, musical tones startled her.
“ Marian Thorne!”
She sprang to her feet, and gazed
at the intruder.
“I spoke to you, Marian Thorne,
because I have a right to do so.—
You loved him, but not so much as
I did—thore, don’t scream, for I am
telling the truth. I Worshipped
him; he' hated me. You loved
him ; he worshipped yon. That’s
all the difference. You were to be
his Avife; 1 was ‘ cast oft’! cdst off!’
Oh, those words will ring in my
ears through eternity !” •
Marian sank to the ground, cov
ering her face with her hands, white,
stern and passionless.
Ida Rossiture continued.
“ The day he deserted me, that
day I kpew a vengeance would fol
low him. I knew not what it would
be ; but when thd papers told me
he was dead, had died of the heart
disease On the wedding morn, I
felt ’twas only just. He had crush
ed my heart, and I had to live, just
as yon live to suffer till the end. lie
cared not for the sacrifice I made
to win him, and now lying cold and
still under the summer daisies, he
knows not the fearful sacrifice you
have been compelled to endure in
giving him up.
With a reverential tenderness she
bent over Winfield Grey’s grave
and kissed • the weeping, widowed
bride; then she departed as she
came, silently, mysteriously, leaving
alone in the early twilight, the
stricken girl to bear alone her bur
den of sorrow.
A Fine Old Man. —The follow
ing description of a “ fine old man,”
by Mark Twain, is worth reading :
“John Wagner, the oldest man in
Buffalo—one hundred and four
years old —recently walked a mile
and a half in two weeks. He, is as
cheerful and bright as any of these
other old men that charge around
so in the newspapers, and in every
way as remarkable. Last Novem
ber he walked five blocks in a rain
storm without any shelter but an
umbrella, and cast his vote for Grant
remarking that he had voted for
forty'Seven Presidents—which was
a lie. His ‘ second crop of rich,
brown hair,’ arrived Horn New
York yesterday, and he has anew
set of teeth coming—from Phila
delphia. He is to be married next
week to a girl one hundred and two
years old, who still takes in wash
ing. They have been engaged eigh
ty years, but their parents persist
ently refused their consent until
three days ago. John Wagner is
two years older than the Rhode Is
land veteran, and yet has never
tasted a drop of liquor iu his life,
unless you count whisky.”
A Centralized Republic. —M.
Emile Girardin, a famous Parisian
journalist, avows himself in favor
of a Republic in France—not the
centralized Republic of ’93 and ’4B,
which failed—but a Federative Re
public, like that of Switzerland or
the United States. The enlighten
ed Frenchman is no doubt right in
his premises—that a centralized Re
public is neither more or less than
a first step to despotism; but the
worthy man, in talking about the
United States has not kept pace
with the progress of events. Cen
tralization is the order of the day
here. Our once Federal Republic
has degenerated, or magnified into
a consolidated despotism, and only
awaits the imposition of the Impe
rial crown. All the other Empires
of which history makes mention
were founded by great men; hut
the Grant dynasty will enjoy the
singular felicity that none of its de
scendonts. however worthless and
venal, can ever be reproached with,,
degeneracy.
—At Burlington, Vt, ou Satur
day' last the Grand Chapter of Roy
al Arch Masons, by a unanimous
vote, returned their allegiance to
the general Grand Chapter of the
United States, from which they se
oeded in 1860.
A beer saloon keeper, recently
committed suicide, on account of
the law forcing him to close his bar
room. After accomplishing so much
good, that law should never be
abolished.
A Struggle For Life.
A terrible affray 1 occurred be
tween sevcil and eight miles from
i this city, on the road leading to Ma
! rion, on Wednesday last, between
John Bryant and Alving Longan,
both powerful men physically, re
sulting in the death of Bryant. In
telligence was brought to this city
on Thursday morning, when Dis
trict Attorney J. W. Moore, and L.
F. Wood, as counsel for Longan,
went to the scene of the tragedy.—
An examination was held at the les
idence of Esquire English. It ap
pears that a difficulty existed be
tween Bryant and his son Frank,
respecting the ownership of a farm
which was being worked by Longan,
both of them claiming the rental—
the title being in controversy in
Court. We give the following de
tailed statement of Mr. Longan, as
no one witnessed the deadly strife,
though the firing was heard by sev
eral distinct persons.
He (Logan) was plowing. The
elder Bryant came into the field and
asked him who he was going to
pay the rent to. Longan replied that
he should pay it to Frank Bryant,
as he had rented it to him. Bry
ant then said: “Alf, I’m going to
kill you!” Longan replied that he
“reckoned a brave man would not
kill another without giving him a
chance to defend himself.” “I am
ready now, Alf !” Longan sprang
around the horses and kept them
between himself and Bryant. Bry
ant then said: “I will not hurt a
hair on your head it you will go
with me over to John English’s aud
sign a writing to pay me the rent.”
Longan then asked him where En
glish was, and. Bryant replied that
he was in his field. Longan said he
would go up to the house, leave his
team, and then go over and sign
the papers. Bryant said lie should
not do that, for if he got to the
house he would not come. Longan
then said if he must he would go,
loosed his toam and started. When
they reached the middle of the field
Longan said he did not see anything
of John English. Bryant replied,
John is up by the gate. Arrived
at the gate, English was not there ;
Bryant then said, “He pad Dick
Hickman are up this hollow, and
you’ll have to go up there.” (This
hollow is a dismal, unfrequented
place.)
Longan objected, but Bryant or
dered him to go, holding his gun
in readiness to fire. Longan says
although he thought it strange that
English should have papers in hiS
field, he was not much frightened
before; now he became alarmed.—
Bryant said : “You bother me too
much. I believe you’re going to
try to make a bulge on me. “Go
on !”—at the same time aiming the
gun at him, which Longan thought
was cocked. They started thus up
the hill. Longan thought that if
ho tried to pick up a stick or rod
Bryant would shoot him. lie had
two or three ideas in going up the
hill; one was that if he had to de
fend himself he would have the ad
vantage of the hill; another was
that when on tho tQp of the hill Ije
would be in sight of Frank Bryant’s
house; and another that from the top
of the hill the other side was very
steep, which with the timber might
enable him to escape; but as he ad
vanced, Bryant followed so that he
could gain no advantage. When
he found that he could not get over
the hill, he made up his mind that
he would do the best he could; and
that what he had to do might be
doue quickly.
He had no arms—not even a
pocket knife, and concluded that he
could wheel suddenly aud give Bry
ant such a blow that he would not
use his gun. -He executed this pur
pose, and hit him fairly, staggering
him, then seized the gun, Bryant
still holding on to it. They ex
changed blows, but without much
effect, both still having hold of the
gun, and a severe tussle ensued.—
Longan got the gun, and then
struck Bryant with • his fist. Bry
ant drew his revolver, which was
the first Longan knew he had one.
Longan said: “I knew it was a
struggle for life or death, and pre
pared for it. I grabbed the barrel
of the revolver, with all the strength
1 had, pushed it around, as I thought,
against his side, when it went oft)
but I don’t know whether it was
fired by me or by himself, t We
then had a hard tustle, both hold
ing on to the revolver until we
were perfectly exhausted. Both of
us then got hold of a bush with
one hand and swung around it, the
other still grasping the revolver.—
We talked some; Bryant said; ‘AI,
you hit me too hard, let’s quit and
be friends.’ I replied : ‘l’ll do it if
you’ll give up the pistol. He said
he would not do it. I knew it
would not do to let him keep it, for
ho would shoot me down as soon as
he got loose; so we began to scuf
fle again, I seemed to have rested
more than Bryant, for I succeeded
in throwing hint the first time. 1
had been down before. In the fall
I got possession of the revolver.—
It was the hardest work I ever did
to hold him down and use the pis
tol. I fired twice and let him go,
and firejl a third shot, hardly real
izing what I was doing, or thinking
of killing him until I saw the blood
come into his mouth. Thou I.be
came dreadfully frightened, seized
the gun and pistol, and ran anil, hal
lowed ; aud then threw the gun
down and went toward Frank Bry
ant’s house, aud told him what I
had done.”
The account thus given by Lou
gan is corroborated by all the cir
cumstances preceding, attending i
and following the dreadful strug
gle for life. The man, as already
inthnatod, both possessed great mus
cular }>o\yer, anff had learned to
use it to the best advantage. The
gun, revolver and slung-shot were
identified as the property of John
Bryant. It was proven by his son
that he left the hoifse with the guu
ou his shoulder shortly before the
affray, pretending that he was go
ing to shoot some turkeys.
From the facts and circumstan
ces, the inquest found that the, kill
ing was clearly iu self-defense, and
Longan was accordingly acquitted
and released from - arrqst. As far
as we know there is not an individ
ual jn the neighborhood that dis
sents from the deoision. Longan
appears to be deeply affected at hav
ing killed a man l R has been inti
mated iu our hearing that Bryant
may have been uuder the influence
of temporary insanity. This is pos
sible, hut wo presume all will agree
with us in ths opinion that it' so,
he •manifested “a method in his
madness” very extraordinary.
The Sad Fate of Dr. Livingston,
A Western exchange gets off the
following' burlesque on the much
discusspd question of the fate of the
great African traveler; <>l ! -i
Sir Roderick Murchison is here
by informed that Dr. Livingston is
very dead, indeed. An intelligent'
gorilla has recently boon imported
to this city, who had the good for
tune to serve the doctor as a body
servant in the interior of Africa,
and he thus describes the manner
of his master’s death. The doctor
was accustomed to pass his nights
in the stomach ot an acquaintance
—a crocodile about fifty feet long.
Stepping out one evening to take
observation of one of the lunar
eclipses peculiar to the country he
spoke to his host, saying that as he
should not return until after bed
time, lie would not trouble him to
sit up to let him in; ho would just
leave the door open until he came
home. By way of doing so, he set
up a stout fence rail between his
landlord’s distended jaws and went
away. Returning about midnight,
he took'off his boots outside, so as
noli to awaken bis friend, entered
softly, knocked away the prop, and
prepared to turn in.
But the noise of the pounding on
the rail had aroused the household
er, and so great was the feeling of
relief induced by the relaxation of
the maxillary muscles that he un
consciously shut his mouth to smile,
without giving his tenant time to
get into bed. The doctor was just
stooping to'untie his drawers, when
lie was caught between the floor
and ceiling of the reception room,
like a lemon in a squeezer. Nexj.
day the melancholy remains were
given to our informant, who dis
plays a singular reticence regarding
his disposition of them; merely
picking his teeth with his claws in
an absent, thoughtful kind of way,
as if the subject was too mournful
to be discussed in all its harrowing
details. None of the doctor’s maps
or instruments were recovered ; his
bereaved landlord holds them as
security for certain rents claimed
to bo due and unpain. It is proba
ble that Great Britain will-make a
formal demand for -them, and if
they are not surrendered—will sub
mit her claims to a conference.
Communism in the United States.
A reporter of the New York
World has interviewed M. Drury,
one of the leaders of the Interna
tional Workingmen’s Society in this
country, and has obtained his views
on the present and future projects
of the association, (According to
bis account, the International is
spreading rapidly in the United
States, members being added to the
section roll by thousands. A sec
tion is a distinct branch of the so
ciety, and several may exist in a
large city. There are no less than
twelve in New York, comprising
not only French, but English, Irish,
German, Swiss and American ar
tisans. In Chicago, Cincinnati, St.
Louis, New Orleans,San Francisco,
Pittsburg, Springfield, Mass., Spring
field, 111., Laramie, Kansas, Phila
delphia, and other cities of the Un
ion, the society has sections, all of
whom report to tho central commit
tee in New York. It is represent
ed that now sections are being form
ed daily, and tho network of the
organization being spreatf oy§r the
entire country. Tjie following ex
tractor the dialogue Between the
reporter and M. Dfury gives as in
a nutshell tlie avowed purposes of
the organization:
R.—What are the objects of the
society ?
M. D.—They are three in num
ber. First, The abolition of stand
ing armies. Second, The abolition
of frontiers. Third, The unity of
peoples.
R.—By what means does the so
ciety intend to attain those ends ?
M. D.—By the one apin' with
which we fight all opponents, by
the most terrible weapons ever used
against a despotism dr false gov
ernment —education. ■*
—The German Emperor has de
creed the dissolution of the present
army combinations in France, and
the formation of all German troops
there into a called aiqny f° r the oc
cupation of France, Manteuffol com
manding.
Thirteen public schools have
recently been opened in Morehouse
parish, La.—
The Talladega (Ala.) Sun nom
inates Alexander While, of Selina,
for Vice-President.
NO. US
VARIETY*
r?ti(i thongbl’s a thief (tie acts his pirt ;
Creeps through the wiridwte df (iit heart;
And if his way qau Win, ,
Tie lots a hundred robbers ip.
• ■. I*l
—Can a lover be called a Siiiip'r
when he doli’t suit her ?
The cheapest ami IdflgeSt con
veyance—A trillri df tliotight.
lt is fibt always he who has the"
didst Who knows tHe most;
fisol it >mjt IM
—No clash pitt iiiore real feeling Iff
theirvocation-thun pickpockets. »
*• To wh.it bird rtfay abrifft'W
most appropriately Coat par Oil? A
riiig dore. (
lt is only ugly iff on whom wo
men tell they can’t bear haudsonno
ones.”
»- * ti ft : r ■»< •. r.l
- Tho amount spent last year
in this country for ministers, church
es and missions; hdnie and fh'reigri;
waa about eight millions of doftars;
and that for artificial flow era,-whidi
are vanity, fifteen millions. > . m
“ The man wiid raised « cab*
bage bead hast done more good
fill the metaphysicians in the world,”
said a stump orator at a meeting;
“Then,” said a \fag, “your moth
er ought to hrtte bad the pmnluttr.^
One of the Yancton SiOujf
chiefs calls himself “Dill Gooseqnill.”
The Detroit Tribune* says e This is
evidently a rude attempt by the up
tutored red man to pay a tribute to
the name and fame of William
Penn*
Every parent Is like a looking
glass for his children to dress them
sekvos by. Therefore, parents
should tako care to keep- the glass
bright and clear; not dull and spqt
ted, as their good example is a rjfcli.
inheritance for the rising genera
tion.
Massachusetts is dated by the
announcement that only 10,000 feet
remain to be bored in the Hoosac
Tunnel; The prospect of complex
ing the Work by thd Commencement
of the next century isi oonsfdcred
good.
“ Pa, are cannibals people that
live op other folks ? ”
“ Yes, my dear.”
“Then, pa, Uncle George must bd
a cannibal, for ma says lie is always
living on somebody.” . ( «
“ Sam, what do ydif suppidsd
is the reason that the sun goes td
ward the South iu the winter?”
“Well, I don’t know, massa, unless
ho no stand de cliiilate ob de Norf;
where he ’speriences warm longi
tude.” i>
A young lady from the rural
districts went td Dea Moines to sed
the elephant. In the street car thd
conductor said to her, “ Miss, your
fare.” “ Well, if I am;” she replied;
“ I don’t want any more of yonf
impertinence.”
- Douglass Jerrold once said td
a very thin man, “ Sir, you are likq
a pin but without the head or the
point.”
“ Mother, I am afraid a fevef
would go hard with me. ” "my
my son. “ Cause you see,
I’m so small that there wouldn’t be
room for it to turn.”
- A mother had repeatedly oaHq
.ed her little son to come ajid 6fly
his prayers, as it was bedtime. Fb
nally he stopped Tus play and said :
“ What’s the matter mamma 5 is God
in a hurry?” ■ •; I>- 'iw
Savannah is preparing to hard
a big fair in December, and the old
race track hae been bought fqr tb#
purpose. . ;
The Wisconsin State
ance Convention Was a failure;—
There Were only tbn persons pres
ent, and they voted it ine*pfcdicdt
to nominate a State ticket- ;
Governor Davis, of Texas,, has
ordered elections in that State for
four Representatives iu- Congress*
to take place on the pd, of October
next.
The Indiaiiapolij Sentinel fdt-,
mally presents the name of
A. Hendricks for th.e Democratic
nomination for President.
A phrenological lecturer ih ’Texatf
headed his handbills “A Night
Among the Skulls, ir aud tKeiWghws*
took it for a notict Os a Kii K.Uue
meeting; atul declined, to venture
upon the streets lor a whole ojrej
;uing.
The taxes-of Charleston coutl
ty; 8. C.; for 1870, amoUntdd k)
$470,000, a smn greater than thd
value of the State taxes for 1859. 4
There is a woman in Arkansas
named Emily Sarah Lord, who ha*
lived in ten State*, aud has indul
ged in nine husbands, two of whom
have died su'ddeuly, aud three have
been divorced.
The first Ku-Klux eVef captur
ed af6 it Waiting their trial in Caf
tersville. One of them hhs ta(110(1*
States evidence. > .• . ,i ■
The* Georgetown CoftvfctU fcWfttdr
theorowii and gold medal to Misses
Amy B. Graham; of Loyisiaaaj
Jennie Walters, of Maryland; Mary
Ringgold, of South Carolina; Jo
sephine Boucherj of. Washington.
Silver medals were • awarded to
Misses Ophelia Robinson; of Geor
gia; Susie Dixon of.Georgia; Roxie
McCombs, ot Georgia; jdessie Rom
bergh, of Nofth Carolina; Annie
Marstillon, of Virginia; Louisia
Casey, of Georgia; Tinney Luff
of Georgia; Lizzie Gardner, of Geor
gia ; Rato Clan bin of Georgia; Jane
McC'onib, of Georgia; Helen V.
Wombet ly, of Georgia-
