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Newspaper Page Textl )UL Cedartown Advertiser Published every Thursday by D. 33. FREEMAN. Terms: S1.50 per annum, in advance. OLD SERIES—YOL. YII-NO. 9. CEDARTOWN, GA.. MAY 13, 1880. NEW SERIES—YOL. II-NO. 22. Buy Your Drip Fra BRtDFODD£WM.KER l Main St. Cedartown Ga., I? TOU WANT THEM PCBE AND FRESH. C. G. JANES, ATTORNEY AT LAW, CEDARTOWN, GA. tr office in the Court House. (ebi9-!y JOSEPH A. BLANCE, ATTORNEY AT LAW. CEDARTOWN, GA. DRS. LIDDELL & SON, PHYSICIANS UNO SURGEONS OFFICE EAST SIDE OF MAIN ST. CEDARTOWN, GA. Jan8-ly W. G. ENGLAND, Physician and. Surgeon. CEDARTOWN, GA OFFICE over J. A. Wynn's where he may be found ready to attend calls eltner day or night. Janlu-iy DR. C. H. HARRIS, Physician and Surgeon, Cedartown. ----- Ga. B. FISHER, Watchmaker & Jeweler, CEDARTOWN, GA Having Just opened out a sliop at the store or A. D. Hogs & Co., rPBpecttu’.ly requests the f mbllc to coll on him when needing work In his me. ieb5-tr SPRIHG III FIELD AND WOOD. The earth avrakea as from a dreamless sleep, And softly puts her daintiest garments on, 8be binds around her. gracefully, a zone Of tender green, with blue embroidered deep. Over Ibat budding sun-tipped hedgerow peep Such vivid emeralds as ne’er g.anced in stone, Or In the orown3 of mighty Ci£3?rs shone; And violets stir in yonder wayside heap. The firstling beonty of the wood is fuU Of colors, varied softly in their hue: The rabbits frisk, and birds begin to sing. The air is pars—most swsetiy clear and ox>!. And heaven scorned opened through the d.stant bine; The starling screams, and dovea ars light on wing. dee, through yon field the plowman drives his Bliaro, And the pert crow close follows at his heal; And o’er the farrow, slowly winding, steal Thin waves of mist that waver into air. The upland lea is dotted hero and there With scattered Blioep that, like topearla, re veal A glistening whiteness; and tbs cattle knsel In full contentment with the Spring's fresh fare. The crested wren is bu-y In the hedge; The blaekbird runs, then, resting, whistles in the old dreary house, looking In ill-con cealed discontent from the fire to the serv ing woman, and from the dogs to the pas sive and resigned face of his silent host. When the woman came and wheeled tho old man’s chair to the board, he perceived that he was also crippled. The c-r-.e turned to him. “Will ye sit by, sir?” she asked. As he rose the door opened, and he stood arrested in the movement. A lady entered so fair, so pure, so cold, that she might have been made of snow. She hod a loose biack mantle about har, which she threw off showing a regal form, habited in a rich black stuff—the brocade of a former gen eration. She paused, her still face lighting with a look of surprise as she observed the stranger. Redmond stepped forward, with the grace of courts revealed in the uncon scious act. “I nope I am not intruding, lady? I have been overtaken by the storm among these mountains.’, “What is your name J” she asked, look ing him In the face, norgivmg other sign of Interest in his handsome presence. “I am the Lord of Redmond, ” he an swered. “I will trouble you no longer than I can avoid,” he added, a little haughtily. ‘Lord Redmond,’, said the lady, “you Anl the sweet lark goes carolling up the are welcome—you are very welcome, Lord W. F. TURNER, Attorney at Law. CEDARTOWN, GA. Will practice In the Superior Courts of Polk, Paulding, Haral-on, Floyd and Carroll counties. Special attention given to collections and real estate business. marll-ly I DR. L. S. LEDBETTER, DENTIST, CEDARTOWN, - - - GEORGIA. All Dental work performed iu tflt most skill ful manner. Offlee over J. S. Stubbs A Co.’s. febl9-ly F. M. SMITH. Attorney at Law and REAL ESTATE AGENT, CEDARTOWN, GA Particular attention given to the selling or renting of city property. Buying and selling wild lands a specialty. Parties owning wild lands in Georgia would do well to correspond with me. as I have app lcations for thousands of acres whose owners are unknown. No tax fl. fa. or other bogus title need apply. Look up your beeswax and write me. Terms: Ten per cent, commission on sales. For locating and ascertaining probable value, $1 per lot. For searching records for owners, .no cents per lot. For ascertaining If land is claimed or occupied by squatter, $l per lot. Always in advance. To insure attent.on enclo-e a3-centstamp. Parties own ng wild lands should look to their interests, as many of these wild lands are being stoleu by squatters unde r a bogus title. All communica tions promptly answered. Satisfaction guar anteed to all honest men. Jan29-ly LIVERY FEED. AND SALE STABLE! Wright & Johnson Prop’rs. CEDARTOWN, - - - GEORGIA. Being supplied with now Horse3, New Vehi cles. A we are prepared to meet the wants of the public in our line. Jau8-iy JAMES H. PRICE, CEDARTOWN, GA Keeps on hand and manufactures to order MATTRESSES! My work recommends itself wherever used, and is guaranteed to render the most perfect satisfaction. No flimsy material used, no work slighted. I ask a trial. JAMES. H. PRICE. iebI9-ly.» sky } A bluiab tin go is on the fir-wood’s edge. That please i, yet a little tries the eye; Tho squirrel, new waked, peeps out, un moved by fear. The children from the - neighbo ring village school Como forth to play with many a merry peal. And shorten thus the hoar for mid-day meal. And answer slowly to maternal role. They dance and group themeelves in oirole full. Then Join their hands, and loose, and sad den wheel, Their movements such unconscious trace reveal; Recalling da nty Watteau, fresh and cooL The babe laid-down upon the gra a crow* fain, And, creeping on, would make to Join their sport; Tho meadow rings and now young voice* sing. How clear the notes ! they echo baok again , Of innocence and Joy most true report— These voioes are the voIc3* of the Spring. A Terrible Revenge. CALHOUN Livery and Sale Stable. FOSTER & HARLAN, Props., CALHOr.Y, GEORGIA. Having lately purchased the above Stable and supplied It with good Horses and a splendid line of new Vehicles, we are prepared to meet the wants of the traveling public In our line. Parties wishing vehicles sent to any of the trains on the Selma. Rome and Dalton Railroad or to any other point, may telegraph us. and have their wants promptly ana properly at tended to. FOSTER & HARLAN, Calhoun. Ga. Jan8-tf ISAAC T. M£UD, CEDARTOWN, GA., —DEALER IN- STOVES TINWARE, Hardware and Hollow-Ware, OF ALL KINDS.- House-Furnishing Goods A SPECIALTY. Every variety of Job work in my line neatly done. I respe^tiuliy solicit the patronage or tne public, and would be pleased to have all my friends and customers call and see me when m town. I. T. MEE. Jan8-ly CEDARTOWN SCHOOL, J. C. HARRIS^ Principal. The Spring Term commences the first Mon day In January and will continue months. Fall Term opens 3rd Monday In August and - continues iX months. Bates of tuition as cus tomary. The school-room is convenient and comfort able ; training thorough and discipline firm. The Principal offers his thanks lor past faTOrs, and confidently ask lor a liberal share of patron age In the future. itelerence as to discipline, etc., Is mads to the format patrons of this seheol. no vT7-sm Lord Rcdtnond was riding Blowly along Black Valley, when tlie slow-gathering gloom of night seemed suddenly to deepen. The light died along Ihe slopes of the mountains, and the little tarn beside which his liorso had leisurely walked for the laat hour seemed suddenly to have grown into a black, moveless line. “The storm is on us, Kitty, and we’re stalled in Ibis confounded rut of a valley,” said Lord Redmond. “I have been trying to get out of it for two hours,”be muttered dismounting, and leading his horse. The beautiful mare he led seemed to share in his anxiety, following obediently and with an occasional glance around. Suddenly; she gave a shrill whinny; and the same moment, Redmond thought he heard a distant cry. He looked up eagerly, scanning the hills, and finally saw a boy standing on a point of one of thebluffa, and gesticulating wildly. As he pressed on, he could hear the lad’s cries. “Haste, then, haste—the storm is com ing ! Haste—it will soon be on yon 1 Fol low the path—it will lead you up here. Hasten, or you’ll be drowned like a rat in his hole.” Before Redmond reached the boy, he was suspicious that he was half-idiotic; and when he gained tho rock upon which he stood, he saw the lad was, indeed, a poor half-crazed fellow, with staring eyes and furious gestures; yet not without mercy for those less helpless than himself, for he car ried a wearied lamb, which ho had probably been out in search of, while the dam ran by his side. ‘Come—come out of the storm ! ” he cried pressing on. And Lord Redmond followed, still lead ing his horse. Kitty saw Baelter first, and whinnied again at the scent of barley, which she per ceived as they turned a sharp angle, and faced an old stone structure without build ings, more dark and gloomy in its appear ance than the surrounding scene. ‘Go in to the fire!” cried tho boy, point ing to the door, and grasping Kitty’s bri dle. “No; I will sco her put up first,” answer ed Lord Redmond, leading the horse around to the stable. The animal was too valuable a one to be left to chance care. He was surprised at the readiness with which the half-senseless boy rubbed down her glossy flanks, and cover ed her with an old blanket, showing a glee ful satisfaction in her beauty as he tended her. He left her firmly, and turned toward the house. It was a good stone house; showing marks of decay wherever decay could touch it Neither face nor firelight was to be seen at the windows, though the wind was shrieking and the rain falling heavily; and, obeying the boy’s directions, Redmond opened the creaking oak door, and entered. He found himself in a large, low room, in which an old woman was preparing sup per, while an old man sat upon the hearth, fumbling with the lock of a rusty rifle, and two old pointers lay at his feet, smelling about his hands and the gun. He was the wreck of a stern, fine man that was to be seen at a glance. The woman was a crone of the lower orders—his serving woman, as she showed by the awkward haste to obey the old man’s command, and bring a seat to the fire. Ho did not speak, but only commanded by a gesture. Redmond addressed him courteously. He smiled sadly, shook his head, and touched his ear, in token of helpless deafness. And so the wealth] lord, detained from Us waiting bride and marriage feast, aat Redmond.” She spoke with energy—without warmth; but Rodmond, confused by the strange ness of his positiou, observed only that her manner was a peculiar one; and though wishing himself well out of the place, took his seat at the table, as she desired. The meal was good, and she served him bountifully; wfiile tho old man, for tho first time breaking silence, began telling in a rambling, Incoherent, yet not uninterest ing way, the story of some famous storms among those lulls. It was five years ago. Barbara; yoa were a slip of a girl, and Bess had to be carried In my arms. '.Do you mind her hair curling over my arm in the wet ?—and how she cried for fear she was too heavy for mef” He paused, and looked acroea the board at the young lady—a troubled, wist ful look In his face, showing some half- remembered pain in his broken mini “Where is Bess, Barbara?” he asked, suddenly. “She is dead,” answered his daughter with a strange smile. “Dead!” repeated the old man drinking from his pewter cup like a satisfied child. In spite of a long fast, Redmond could not eat; These strange people had risen among his rosy bridegroom visions like ghosts at a fea3t. “I am very tired—too tired to eat,” he said, rising trim the table. “I would like to go to rest; for I must be on my way early in the morning.” Barbara bowed her cold, beautiful face. “Kathy will show you a room—her room Ho shall sleep there once, his last sleep!’ she murmured, turning away. “She is crazy, too 1” thought Redmond, leaving the room. The chamber into which the old woman ushered him was large, irregular, full of nooks and shelves, on which were _ piled articles of female apparel. “Has Miss Barbara given me her own bedroom, I wonder?” he asked, looking about him, as soon as he was left alone. At the head of tho bed hung a family portrait—a hale man and three children, a boy and two girls. In the dark, bright beauty of one he failed to recognize the childhood of the pale, cold woman he had just left, but the infantile beauty of the youngest gill had in it something familiar. “A pretty child; the oyes—whose do they remind me of ?” he mused, His eye wandered, and fell upon a scar let cloak flung over a chair, and then to a pair of dainty shoes hanging from a peg. There was a knot of pink ribbon beneath the little round mirror of burnished steel,' and a Leghorn hat hung out from an over crowded chest. “A last year's birds nest,” said Redmond, giving a tapestried chair a little shake, to clear it of dust, before he threw his cloak on it; “and I am tired enough to sleep any where. I wonder what my little bride will think,” was his last thought, as he com posed himself to sleep. He awoke with the dawn, and sprang up. Early as it was, breakfast jwaa await ing him and his horse was saddled at the door. T am afraid that you have been put to trouble on my account,” ha said, as Bar bara appeared, and took her place at the table. “I meant to have taken my leave without disturbing any one in the house.” ‘You could not have done that,” she an swered, looking at him with the same strange smile he had noticed before. It was a cold, almost a cruel look, ho thought, ai he hastily supped the milk, and tasted the wheaten bread, still with little appetite. As he arose from the board, his bostess arose also. ‘The storm is over, but tho rain has made some of the tarns impassable,” she said. “My horse issaddled; I will ride with you and put you on a safe road oat of the g»P-” In vain he protested. She mounted a black horse, and rode at his side down the path. She wore a hlaek cloak, her pale, chiseled face under its hood. Redmond looked at her oovertly, wondering how she could be so beautiful and yet so repulsive to him. Your father never goes abroad?” he asked, by way of conversation. “No. He sits all day, with my brother’s dogs, trying to clean the boy’a rifle—that will never be used again. ” “Tour brother la dead, then?” “He died of a broken heart.” ‘Your family have seen trouble,” said Redmond, carelessly. "We have seen bitter trouble,” she an swered. After a moment, aha rammed; “We bed a rioter, who wag out darling and our pride —4ha boy’a twin. She was murdered. Twins’ hearts grow together, you know. She could die and Nugent live. His strength followed her weakness. We are left to poverty, desolation and decay. Where are you going, Lord Redmond. He was convinced that she was partly erased, and told the troth, thinking it a' more pacific theme for her gloomy mind. “I am going home to be married.” “Where?” “At Redmond Castle.” “Is your bride young ?” “Young and lovely; my oousln—the Lady Ann Delaney. ” “She loves you?” “Yes. gee this little more I ride; I bought it for her to ride over the hills with, when the spring cornea. ” ‘Do you know where you stand?” she cried. “You stand before my sU^^grare —my -sister whom you murderm; three years ago, by false vows, as surely as the knife murders? You know who l am now —I can see it in your face I You remember Bess McCrea. You won her love: she came home to. die. It is you who have tinned us. Do you think I shall let you go to liappiness? Never! There is her gravel You shall go over it to your death! ” The mound was on the very edge of a cliff. He held his horse desperately, but she urged hers forward a step, passing him, to the very brink, so that his horse's fore feet .touched the grave. He turned upon her with an oath. You shall never go back!” she cried, with a mocking laugh at the horror in the blanched face. She had a thong in her hand, which she had never used upon her own horse. He was terrified by its position. “I can jump across the ravine! he ex claimed. “Go then!” she said He gathered the little filly instantly— fearful that his tormentor would strike the foaming, excited creature—and spurred her to the leap. The distance was deceptive. Kitty struck the opposite ledge with her fore feet, slipped, and horse and rider went spinning into the gulf below. Three days later, his friends found him there, bruised out of all recognition, except ing by his garments, and the body of the dead horse. It was never known how he came to his death. Joastsss Niles and nts Fife. In his youth, Jonathan Niles was a mu sician of tho Revolutionary Army. In 1778, while the American Army was en camped at Tappan, on the Hudson. Gen. LaFayette had command of the advance, his particular duty being to guard the water-front; and in order that any attempt on the part of the enemy at surprise, might be guarded against, LaFayette issued orders that there should be no noise of any kind, by the troops, between the hours ol tattoo and reveille. Our Jonathan was one of LaFayette’* musicians, and his instrument the fife. He was a son of Connecticut, and he had a maimed and disabled brother who was a cunning artificer, and who, among othei quaint things, had made the fife upon which Jonathan played. It was so con structed that it could be blown to shrill and oar-piercing notes that belong with the drum, or it could be softly and sweetly breathed upon as to give forth notes like the gentle dulcimer. One evening Jonathan wandered down to the water’s edge, and Beared upon a rock gazed off upon the darkly flowing, star- gemmed flood. His thoughts were of his home and of the loved ones, and anon came The pavilion was empty, save for these two, but a wanderer outside happened to be so placed that the treacherous ocean breeze wafted to her the following conver sation, which 9he did not consider suffi ciently sacred to avoid or to keep to her self : “Now, Charley, it’s of no use ; I can’t marry a man who hasn’t the means to live in Newport in summer.” Charley, gloomily—You never knew this blasted place until this season. Irene—That is very true; but this sea son has shown me what I need to make me happy. Charley—A house at Newport with a man attachment—the house of primary im portance, the man of secondary, very much of secondary. I never saw a girl so chang ed as you are by this little taste of this con founded place. 1 wish the whole concern —the whole island—was at the bottom of the ocean. 1 wish one of those torpedoes wouiu send this cursed town, villas, four- in-hands and ad, to destruction. I wish— Irene—I don’t suppose it occurs to you that we should go up with the town. Charley—I don’t know aa that makes any difference; they’d be only two idiots less. Irene—You needn’t be abusive, sir; I haven’t said that I hadn’t a great regard for >ou. Charley—But you have said that you’ve a greater regard for a house than for me. Against a villa at Newport I’ve no chance. Irene. 1 can’t see how you can be so fool ish. Why, how do you expect to marry one of these swells? You’re not one of them. You’re just a hanger on, a sort of chance visitor, among them. You’re pret ty, I know, awfully pretty—but there are scores of girls as pretty as you. Irene—Thank you, sir; you’d better take your pick among them. Charley—No; I want you. Irene—Idiot that lam? Charley—Precisely. Irene—Well, sir, I decline the honor. It’s of no use. Since I’ve been in New port I know Just what I want, and I won’t have anything else. I’ll live and die as I am rather. Charley (vindictively shying stones at the waves)—Well, I’ve one more thing to say. I think this place has mors to ans wer for in tho way of demoralization than any old Sodom and Gomorrah that the Bible ever scared up. Last winter I knew you as a girl of sense. This summer four-in- hands, yachts and all the rest of the show have turned your brain. In the long, sulking silence that followed, the wanderer outside strayed away, and presently meets Miss Irene Macgillicuddy, radiant beside a young man with a hay- colored mustache in a dog-cart, while “Charley” foots it up the bath road in the dust, viciously switching the whitened, burned grass by the roadside and contem plating. doubtless, the inward and outward “cussedness” of this “blarsted place. ” Somstblag Novel In Crime. It is very hard to do anything original Nowadays, even in vice, which is generally far more inventive, active and enterprising than the most robust virtue. But some thing akin to originality in crime has been attempted lately in California. The pro prietor of the Grand Central Hotel, at Oak land, appears according to the local papers, to have taken charge of the house to carry out a scheme for robbing his patrons whole sale. Having leased a popular inn in a central position, his object was to secure as many rich boarders os possible, and then to ascertain by the most cautious and saga cious methods where they kept their valua bles. These points gained, the next step was to set fire to the house about two o’clock a. m., and while the guests excited and alarmed, were leaping from their beds, intent on escape, to gather up their jewelry and other portable property and convey it to a place of safety, where, later it might be prudently appropriated. The plan of Husband Boxed He. The other day there was a suit in Justice alley, Detroit, between two Wayne county farmers regarding the ownership of four teen unmarked grain bags. Each side was prepared to stoutly swear that the bags were his, and each had witnesses to back bis testimony. The complainant swore to buying the bags at a certain store on a cer tain time, and his hired man swore to hand ling them as they were taken from the wagon. The defendant swore that he pur chased them at a certain place on a certain time, and his wife was called to the witness stand to tell what she knew about it. She was a large, fleshy woman, and very much bewildered. “Land save me 1 but I was never in such a crowd before, and I feel os if I should faint I” she gasped aa she took the witness stand. “Never mind fainting, Mrs. X,” said the lawyer. “Tell the jury what you know about those baga.” “Oh 1 lands I but I know all about ’em!” We bought ’em on the 10thof November!” “How are you Bure it was the 10th ?" “Bakes alive! but I know it was, for I boxed Melisa’s ears that morning for leav ing a spoon in the dishwater, and she was married on the 15th. Who asked for the baga at the store ? Oh! stars and carters! but I did I I remember it as plain as day.” “What did the clerk say ?” “Oh! stars! he said, ‘certainly,’ and he treat and got’em.” “What else do you remember ?" ‘ ‘Oh. lands! but I wanted a calico dress! “And you didn’t get it ?” “Bless granny 1 1 didn’t, and we jawed all the way home.” “And now tyliy are you positive that these are the bags ?’’ “Oh! dear, oh! but while we were jaw ing I threw ’em out into the road. Some one lend me a fan, for I’m most dead! “Never niiDd being most dead, Mrs. X. What else about the bags.” “My husband boxed my ears for throw ing ’em out. Oh! stars 1 I didn’t mean to tell that!” “He did, eh? Well, what else?” “Oh! dear! but when I got home I kicked tho hired man ?” “Kicked the hired man, eh ? Well, how can you be positive that these ore the bags?” “Great snakes! aren’t you done yet! Yes, I am positive.” “How can you be ?” “I don’t want to tell.” “But you must." “Well, if I must I must, though I’m sure I shall faint away. That night I boxed Melisa again, ” ‘Yes.” ‘And husband boxed me. * ‘Yes.’’ ‘And we both boxed the hired man, and we were all so mad we sot up all night in our cheers and have had chill-Mains snd catarrh ever since! Do you suppose we'd have made fools of ourselves over fourteen groin-bags belonging to a man living three mlias away!” That settled the case with the jury, and the verdict was in favor of the defendant. the landlord was well conceived, and would, memories of the old songs that had been no doubt, have been successful had he been wont to gladden the fireside. Unconsciously, he drew his fluto from his bosom and placed it to his lips. In his mind, at tho moment, was a sweet song, adapted from Mozart, which had been his mother’s favorite. He knew not what he did. To him all things of the present were shut out, and he was again at home, sitting at his mother’s feet—and the chasm was not broken until a rough blow upon the back recalled him to his senses. “Man! what are you doing? The Gen eral may be awake. If he should hear you —ah! ” It was a sentinel; and even this guardian of the night afterward confessed that he had listened, entranced, to tho ravishing music for a long time before he had thought of his duty to stop it. On the following morning an orderly came to the spot where Jonathan had been eating his breakfast, and informed him that the General wanted to see him at head quarters. Poor Jonathan turned pale and trembled. He knew that LaFayette was very strict, and that in those perilous times even slight infractions of military orders were punish ed severely. As he rose to his feet the sentinel of the previous evening came up and whispered into his ear: “If it should be about the music, Jona than, don’t you be alarmed. Not a soul save you and me knows anything about it. I can swear to that! Bo, do you Jus! say it wasn’t you. Stick to it, and you’ll come out all right” Jonathan looked at the man pityingly. ‘What! my mother’s son tell a lie like that? It would be the heaviest load I ever carried —heavier than I ever mean to carry, if I have my senses!” * Ho then went to the General's quarters -a tent pitched in a commanding sight, overlooking the whole line he had to gHard. LaFayette was pacing to and fro, and and moody, as though his thoughts were unhappy. “Comrade, who are you?” “Jonathan Niles, General. ” “Last evening I heard music down by the river's bank.' Were you the muai- atan?” ‘It was I, General, but I knew not what I did. I meant not to disobey your order. I sat and thought of home and my mother, and—” The General started at the sound of that word, and the shadow upon his face grew soft and ethereal. “Of your—mother! And I thought of mine. It was a theme of Mozart’s, and was my mother’s favorite. If you will be ao kind, go bring your instrument and play for me that strain here In my tent. It will do me good.” In the after years—even to his dying hour—the man loved to tell that Btory. Though he would never urge the truth upon any in consideration of so mean a thing as the benefit that might result, yet he could not put away the thought that the sweetest and most blessed memory of all his soldiers experience might have been loet to him had he grasped at the opportunity to tell a lie, might, to some, have seemed maul oppor tune and profitable. more attentive to details. The fire burned so slowly as to give time for removal of mo9t of the trunks and valises, but some of these were carried off by the landlord's die- honest agents after they had been rescued. Had the flames spread as rapidly as the in cendiaries had reason to anticipate, the mortifying failure would not, probably, have taken place. The inn-keeper must not be too hastily pronounced a blunderer. His crime was an experiment, as all pioneer movements are, and too much should not, therefore, have been expected of him. He is in limbo now, but if he recovers his free dom and has an opportunity to try again, he will, undoubtedly, repair some of his late errors and do the thing handsomely. Better is a little righteousness than a thousand subscribers who cheat tho prin ter. A wise man maketh a glad father, and a prompt paying subscriber causeth an editor to laugh. Folly is a joy that is destitute of wisdom, but delinquent subscribers cause suffering in the house of a newspaper maker. All the ways of a man are clear in his own eyes, except the way the delinquent subscriber has in not paying for his news paper. Better is the poor man that walketh in integrity, and pays his subscription, than the rich man who telleth the collector to call again. Judgements are prepared for scorncra, stripes for the backs of fools and lasting punishment for him who loafeth about the streets and payeth not for his newspaper. Hope deferred maketh the heart sick, is a proverb sadly realized by the publisher who sends out bills. A righteous man hateth lying, hence a publisher waxes wroth against a subscriber who promises to call and settle on the mor row and calleth not. A Wliola Han. There has just been enacted near Salon- ica, Greece, a drama, the hero of which Is a oolonol who was captured by brigands and held until an enormous rinsom was paid for his release. This recalls the case of a Greek officer who was taken captive under precisely similar circumstances. While in tho hands of the bandits he wrote to his wife, saying: “My ransom is one thousand drachmas. If it is not paid by the 15th my captors will cat off my nose; the 15th. my ears; the 17th, my upper lip; tho 18tb, my lower lip; the 19th, death awaits me. ” The weeping wife set about raising the money; by the 15th, she had raised only three hundred drachmas; the 16th, four hundred; the 17th, six hundred- She had only secured the one thousand on the 18th. The agonized wo man, reflecting, said to her neighbors; “My husband must be a frightful sight by this time. I shall save my on* thousand drachmas for a saaoad marriage with a whole man.” You can readily understand why a news paper man would be attracted to visit a State prison, but you may wonder why he should seek permission for the prison bar ber to shave him, when he knew that bar ber to be a murderer serving a life sen tence; yet, in the composition of most men there is a yearning to tread upon the skirts of adventure—to stand, as it were, close to the edge of some abyss, down which a fall would be certain destruction. All men will take chances, but some men will risk everything when this feeling is upon them. “So you want old Jack to shave you?” repeated the warden, as a look of astonish ment crossed his face. “Yea.” “Don’t you know that he is a mur derer?” “Yes.” “And in for life ?’’ “Yes.” f spiteful grab. Yet I would aggravate and anger him. “That was a horrible deed of yours, said, as I seated myself in the chair. 1 could not see his face, and he made no reply. The razor touched my face, and I felt that his hand trembled. ‘“They ought to burn you at the stake!" I went on as his razor made the first cut. I could now see his face m the glass, and his eyes fairly blazed. He clenchei t his hand and raised it to strike, but let it fall again after four or five seconds and went on with his work. His hand shook,he breathed hard and fast, and yet he had no reply. After he had scraped away for a minute, I mid: You must be a fiend and worse to do such a deed as that! No wonder that all men hate aDd avoid you." The hand with the razor went up In the air. His first impulse was to slash me. He could seize me by the hair with his left hand, and slash my throat with his right. The idea came to him, and if I had made a move he would have carried it out. “Come—hurry up!” I said; and his hand fell and be resumed his work, tremb- bliug with anger and wondering to himself why he did not take revenge upon me. Ah! I saw a new light shoot into his eyes like a flash, and l knew he had a plan. He had committed three murders. An other would be nothing to his bad heart. He was in for life, and his sentence could not be lengthened; yet he dared not cut my throat with a sweep of his hand, which he easily might. What was his plan? with eyes half shut I watched and waited. The look in his eyes grew more crafty; he forced a smile to his wicked face, and tried to laugh as he said: “Doan’ he too hard on do ole man, sah. Ize had a heap o’ trouble.” “Yes. ” “An’ I isn’t so bad as dey try to make out sah,” he continued, as he wiped beard and lather on a piece of paper on my shoulder. I couldn’t see his face, it was above me, but the piece of paper fell to the floor on my left side. He had finished shaving on the right cheek and would now begin on the left. What was his plan ? It came to me in an instant. When he had his razor just right his foot would slip on that piece of soapy paper I He had dropped it there ou purpose, and it would not be a bad ex cuse. “No, I isn’t so worry bad,” he said as he put his razor on my left cheek. I could see his jaw in the glass, and it was hard-shut, as if he was terribly oarnest. “Well, perhaps not.” “Nobody knows how much trouble Ize had, sah," he sighed, as the razor crept over my cheek towards a jugular vein, and his fingers tightened their grasp on the handle. He was ready 1 “Jack!” “Yes, sah.” “A man will live a full minnte after a jugular vein has been severed! In that time he could shoot the man who did it. In five seconds after you cut me I II put six bullets into your head!" Would he? The razor shook and trem bled on my neck, and he breathed like one with the a c thma. His foot was all ready to go down on that paper, bat he hesitated “Who means tocutyousah?”hcgrowled at last, as lie kicked the paper away. ‘•No one,” I answered, -t I linked into his eyes, lie began his work again with a fierce scowl on his face, hurried it along, and in five minutes had finished. ‘Good-by, old man!” I said, as I put on my coat and tossed him a quarter. He lifted his head to give me one fierce and murderous look. The money fell to the floor, and he kicked it aside in con tempt. And lie didn't even scratch your face ?” said the warden, as 1 returned to him. “No. not a scratch, anJ it was a close sliave too.” Pest of the Household. The boy we are going to tell you about, wa9 named Richard, and was the youngest of a good-sized family, and so, of course, the government rested mainly on his shoul ders. He really had a very hard time of it, for often his father’s young lady cousin, and bis older brothers and sisters, would not obey promptly, and sometimes his father did not wheel into line as quickly as he should. With his mother he had no trouble at all; she always minded beautifully and, as he said, “had more sense than all the rest.” Richard was just going out of skirts into pants, and was quite handsome, but he didn’t care for that; he only cared to gov ern. There was a little lock of hair, that hung down ou his forehead, just as you see it in the picture of Napoleon, and as he was so determined to have everything his own way, the family used to call him the little Napoleon. Once when his father and mother were away for a short time, his papa’s cousin tried to make him do something she thought he should. He looked at her calmly and said, 1 ‘Why, Julia, I wonder at you trying to boss me, when you’re only my cousin.” And then, after a second thought, turning with a look of deep indignation, “Yes, and only my second cousin at that,” which completely settled her. Richard had a little bed in his papa's and mamma’s room, which he had slept in ever since he was a baby. As he got older, he and his papa used to have many argu ments on the subject of his going into the other room with his brother to sleep. When he got really boots of his own, he alwavs set them just where his papa stum* bled over them; and he always had to tie his necktie and brush his hair before the mirror at the identical moment his father wanted to do the same thing. So, one morning his papa was unusually rebellious and obstreperous about the way things were arranged, and on going out, said: “Really, Richard Lee Whittington, I don’t intend to occupy the same room with you one night longer,” and shu* tho door quite loud. Richard always hated to hear his father give him his full name; he knew it meant trouble, especially when he put in the middle name. He always found his father harder to manage for some time afterward. He looked at himself in the glass quietly and thoughtfully, while he finished settling his collar, and then turning to his mamma, whom he loved to distraction, he said: ‘Well! mamma, 1 think if any body lias to go in another room to sleep, papa ofigat to go his9clf, for once he was no relation to you at all, and I’ve always been.” A Remarkable Family. Not 31arrled In Spirit. Probably the most remarkable case ever tried m this country, and one that has per haps attracted more attention and excited more comment than any other, was that of -v . , n , . . .. Flora A. Spurlock vs. Charles W. Green, Ochl Id sooner hare a snake crawling f annulm ^ at of luarri age contract. W. cannot learn that the case has any prece- cut the throat of his wife and two children! What is to prevent him from slashing your jugular vein?” “Nothing!" “Yet you will take the risk ?” “I will. I want to be shaved by a mur derer ; 1 want the Bensation of haring him pass a keen razor slowly over my face and around my throat, and of knowing that I stand in the door of death 1 ” “Old Jack has been ugiy-tempered of late.” “I don’t care.” “There isn’t a convict In the prison who doesn’t fear his razor. ” “So much the better; I will take my ahances.” ‘You may try it,” said the warden,after a long silence; “but ” ’ “But nothing. la there a glass In front of the chair?” “Yea.” “That’s all I want. Let me go into the barber shop alone and make ray own ar rangements. That’s it—open the door—so long—don’t worry.” Old Jack was one of the prison barbers. Every convict knew him as a triple-mur derer. He had made awful threats. He had no one to say a good word for him— but all dreaded and avoided him. He wasa man about fifty years old, slightly gray, thick set, and no one could find, a pleasant line in his face. As to ins heart—hs’d dent. The complainant is the daughter of Rev. M. Spurlock, a Methodist preacher now etationed at Kcwanee and formerly at Geneseo, and the defendant a Methodist minister stationed at Fairview, Fulton county, Illinois. The parties were married about two years ago and lived together, as man and wife, having one child bom to them. For some time past complainant has not lived with defendant, and recently she brought suit for annulment of themarriage contract on the ground that she had enter ed into it under duress of her mother, and against her choice and protest. This she Bwore to on the witness stand, testifying that Bhe had never loved the defendant, and had not willingly married him; and that he was and always had been repugnant to her; that her parents had all of the time known this, but they had persisted that she must marry him, and her mother had watched and guarded her to that end; that her letters to Green had been written or dictated by her mother, and filled with ex pressions of affection that she could not voluntarily make; that she had loved another man and had pleaded against this marriage, and had prayed for death and contemplated destruction rather than sub mit to it: and,- finally, being wearied out and worn and distracted, had submitted her'clf an unwilling partner to the marriage ceremony, but did not consider that in , , . .. .. . .... ., spirit she was ever married to Green. Mrs Slashed the throats of hrs family, piled the , gp^-iopt the mother of the girl, appearing corpses in a comer, and slept and ate in the , M a witnes3 for heri ful i y corroborated this next room until the horrible odor brought te8timony in aU e63e . tial particulars, by the police and the ffiscovery. I solemnly avowing in all ils particularity Shave, I said, as I entered his little own p!u t in this extraordinary business, den, threw off my hat and coat and sat. an(J lea a beUuf that (he wa3 doing ‘ ’ ' 1 right andseturing her daughter’s happiness and well being. The popular impression down in bis bard chair. He was seated on a stool behind me, Norton, Pennsylvania, contains a re markable family- In the doorway of a small, low-roofed dwelling stood a tail, well-preserved woman. “1 am looking for a woman eighty-four years old, who has raised twenty-four children and is still in vigorous health,” wa3 the first query. “I suppose you refer to me,” she said. “I am of that age.” She was apparently en joying the best of health. In all her long life she said she had never been sick but one day. Brought up on a farm and in ured to the rough work incident to farm life this woman nad reared the extraordi nary large family of twenty-four children, twenty of whom are still alive. The oldest is 65 and resides on a cleanly-kept farm a mile or two distant from ihe homestead. The youngest la 30 and is engaged in grape culture at Hammondsport, New York. The entire twenty children are in splendid health. Of the four who are dead three met their death by accident, while the fourth died of yello w fever in Memphis two years ago. The mother still does all the housework, milks four cows daily and takes the produce to market. She is the finan cier of the family and declares tiiat she needs no lawyers to keep her affairs in order. Every Sabbath finds all quiet about the farm, and every member of the circle is required to attend the quaint old Methodist church morning and evening. “Is your husband living I” was asked. “No, sir; he died five years ago.” “Who is the man of whom it is reported that he is 81 years old and yet cuts two cords of wood every day ?” “Oil,” said she, as a smile lit up her face, “that must be brother Jake. He’s out yonder chopping away for dear life.” Tne visitor went “out yonder,” and snrs enough a tall, strongly built man, with white locks streaming over his shoulders, was bending over a wood pile and wielding an axe in a manner betokening no lack of vigor! His four-score years have all been spent within a radius of twenty-five miles. He had never been outside of Hunterdon county. T care nuthin’ a’x>ut seein’ the world, My own little village here and my small gathering of true friends is all I de sire. I read the papers regularly, and I find that there is a heap of bickerin’ and strife outside which we avoid in our quiet home. I remember a good ways back, and nave watched many changes since I was a boy, but all my affections and associations are ’round here. I do not have to chop wood; oh, no, sir, but I like the efbrcisc, and it keeps me movin’. I've never been married, and li&ve laid aside a tolerable neat sum in the Frenchtown bank for old age,” and at the words “old age” the sturdy farmer chuckled, a3 though eighty-one years did not bring him into the period of hoary hairs and declining days. Abaadmnt Hair. Japanese women are very proud of their hair, which is black and luxuriant. They cultivate and arrange it with great care by brushing their tresses back from the fore head and gabteriug them in a plaited top- knot, covered with flowers, spangles, and hair-pins of gold, silver and tortoise-shell. Rich and poor are alike proud of their coiffure,and ihe kuli-woman m rags devotee stropping a razor. He looked up in sur- le f t b 8UC j 1 ies timony was in the highest j the same attention to her hair as any great prise, seemed puzzled to know who I was d e UQfav0 rable and there is not heard ~ and why I had come in, and then tested (^,‘y w j, ere any dissent from that lrnpres- the edge of the razor on tBe thumb-nail. I B j on could see all this in the glass. He looked up in a furtive way, passed the razor over the strop a few times more, and then slowly rose up and began preparing the latter. He didn’t like me. That was plain Directions to Troot Fishers. Be careful that there is water in the stream where you fish. This year’s trout enough by the ugly glances from the cor- * have all taken to water. ner* of his eyes. 1 had no business in there in the first place, and then I nad probably interrupted his revery or broken m on his plans. He didn’t know whether he would Bbave me or not. He stopped making the lather, set his jaw firmly and the look in his eyee grew ugly. “Didn’t you hear me?" I demanded, as I turned on him all of a sudden. “Go ahead and shave me.” •Yes, sah 1” he growled, as he lifted up the lather and advanced. He knew I did not belong to the prison. The largest “flies” may be found on the stages of our theatres. If you can’t catch a speckled trout, get a speck of a trout. In throwing fortrout double sixes always win. If the trout don’t rise at once, try yeast powder—or dynamite. Go to your uncle for small trout, for trout always s pawn their young. If there is too much water in the pond, dilute it with whisky. Some fox hunting fishermen are mean enough to chase a trout ou horseback when This is unsportsman- He also reasoned that I was a stranger. It puzzled him to know why I had entered j it takes to the hills, his den, as I had been shaved the day pre-' like, viona. 1 could see that ho was bothered, Drop a line also to your wife If you stay but I was glad of it. He reasoned with' out all night, or aha may keep a rod in himself all the time be was putting aa the picket for you. lather, and he got mad over it. lie erg a to see that it was a sort of an intrusion nad J To know how to wait is the great se - imposition and he picked up his rant with cr«t of success. lady. To preserve the elaborate structure from being disturbed, women during sleep rest their necks in a padded fork. There is no difference between single and mar ried women in wearing their hair, as in China; and their respective social status is indicate 1 by the position of the bow in which their waist scarf is tied, girls wear ing it at the back, matrons at the front. The latter also shave tlicir eyebrows and die their teeth black. Girls use rouge freely and sometimes gild their lips. They are all foud of smoking, and we tr their em broidered tobacco pouches as belt orna ments. A XiBand<?rhtsndiiif. He was a quiet, bashful-looking young man, who got on the train at Hawleyville. To the gentleman who occupied the seat by the stove he said: “Will you let me sit there? I am very cold.” Said the passenger: “There are hot pipes under all the seats.” Said the young man, in a painful whis per, and blushing as he said it : “But it’s my Let that’s cold.” The passenger got op, and went out and stood on the platform until Newtown was

Georgia Historic Newspapers

Cedartown advertiser. (Cedartown, Ga.) 1878-1889, May 13, 1880, Image 1