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Newspaper Page TextThe Cedartown Advertiser. ^Published every Thursday by 13. B. FREEMAN. ; Terms: 6B1.50 per annum, in advance. OLD SERIES—YOL. YIII-NO. 4. . CEDARTOWN, GA., FEBRUARY 24, 1881. NEW SERIES—YOL. III-NO. 11. CHARLES E. WEST, Attorney at Law, CEDARTOWN, Georgia. vr Special attention to Collection of Claims. Office up stairs in Ledbetter & Goode Building. oct2l-ly C. G. JANES, ATTORNEY AT LAW, CEDARTOWN, GA. tr office in the court House. febi9-iy DRS. LIDDELL & SON, PHYSICIANS AND SURGEONS OFFICE EAST SIDE OF HAIM ST. CEDARTOWN, GA JanS-ly W. G. ENGLAND, Physician and Surgeon. CEDARTOWN, GA OFFICE over J. A. Wynn’s where he may be found ready to attend calls either day or night. Janl5-iy DR. C. H. HARRIS, Physician and Surgeon, Cedartown. Ga. B. FISHER, Watchmaker & Jeweler. CEDARTOWN, GA Having Just opened out a shop at the store of • a. D. Hogg & Co., respectruily requests the public to call on him when needing work In his line. ieb5-tr W. F. TURNER, Attorney at Law. CEDARTOWN, GA will practice la the Superior Courts of Polk, Pau:dlug, Haral on. Floyd and Carroll counties, special attention given to collections and real estate business. marll-iy AT FORTY. The sna of life has crossed the line, The ssmmer-shine of lengthened light Faded and failed—till where I stand, ’Tis equal day and equal night. One after one, as dwindling hours, Youth’S.glowing hopes have dropped away, And soon may barely leave the gleam That coldly sc jres a winter's dry. I am not young. 1 am not old; Hie flash of morn the sunset calm, Paling and deepening, each to each. Meet midway with a solemn charm. One side I see the snmmer fields. Not yet disrobed of all their green; While westerly, along the hills, Flame the first tints of frosty sheen. Ah! middle point, where clouds and storm Made battle-ground of this my life! Where even-matched, the night and day Wage found me their September strife! I bow me to tl e threatening gale; I know, when that is overpast. Among the peace ful harvest days, An Indian summer comes at last A Backwoods Elopement. DR. L. S. LEDBETTER, DENTIST, CEDARTOWN, - - - GEORGIA. All Dental work performed in the most skill ful manner, office over J. S. Stubbs & Co. ’a. febi9-iy DR G. W. STRICKLAND DENTIST, CEDARTOWN, - - - Georgia. Having permanently located In Cedartown, otters his pro f esslonal services to the public, guaranteeing first-class work and reasonable charges to all patrons. oct‘2l-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 pe feet satisfaction. No flimsy material used, no work- slighted. I ask a triaL JAMES. H. PRICE. iebl9>ly. D. H. LEDBETTER, Watchmaker & Jeweler, CEDARTOWN, Ga. of Watch and satisfactorily. T or al‘ '' * * Ice. I am prepared to do PHOTOGRAPHING IN ALL ITS BRANCHES. My Gallery is fitted up lu good style, and I sn repared to furnish GOOD PICTURES. T.T ter Y, FEED —AND- SALE STABLE! Wright & Johnson, Prop’rs. CEDARTOWN, .... Georgia. Being supplied with new Horses, New Ve hicles. fic.,we are prepared to meet the wants of the public in our u»»* JanS-iy STAR BARBER SHOP. WEST SIDE MAIN STREET. CLEAN TOWELS and plenty of BAY RUM al ways at hand. Everything neat and systematic about my shop, and customers promptly and politely waited on. Am prepared to Clean Clothing. Bring me your worn and faded garments and have them made to look as good as new. I guarantee perfect satisfaction in all branches of my business. The repairing of Umbrellas a Specialty. nov25-ly LEWIS BOND How Watches are Made. It will be apparent to any one who will ex amine a Solid gold Watch, that aside from the necessary thickness for engraving and polish ing, a large proportion of the precious metal used Is needed only to stiffen and hold the en graved portions In place, and supply the neces sary solidity and strength. The surplus gold Is actually needless so far as utility and beau'y are concerned. In JAMES BOSS’ PATENT GOLD WATCH CASES, this waste of precious metal Is overcome, and the same solidity and stiekgth produced at from one-third toone- b air the usual cost of solid cases. This process ’ s of the most simple nature, as follows: A plate of nlckle composition metal, especially adapted to the purpose, has two plates of solid gold sol dered one on each side. The ihree are then passed between polished steel rollers, and the result Is a strip of heavy plated compo ltlor, from which the cases, backs, centres, bevels Ac . are cut and shaped by suitable dies and formers. The gold In these cases Is sufficiently thick to admit of all kinds of chasing, engrav ing and enamelling; the engraved cases have been carried until worn perfectly smooth by time and use without removing the gold. THIS IS THE ONLY CASK MADE WITH TWO PLATES OP SOLID GOLD, AND WAR RANTED BY SPECIAL CERTIFICATE. Por sale by all Jewelers. Ask for Illustrated Catalogue, and to see warrant. novis-iy “There ain’t nothing here but the woods, ’n the river, ’n a few shiftless neighbors, but if you ken stand it, we should like to have you stay,” remarked Mrs. Savage, when Marianne and I proposed spending a month or so at her hospitable mansion. A winter’s trip into the pine woods re gion had inspired us with a desire to visit it when it was green, instead of white, and as Marianne was somewhat of an invalid this spring, and believes in pine breezes, we started, on the last day of April, for the same obscure spot. We left the east winds and the sea fogs behind us; we found clear skies, fresh breezes, arbutus blossoms, and May par ties, which are still in vogue in this part of the country. Not the forlorn, paper- wreathed, bare-headed, shivering affairs which are plentiful in the suburbs of the larger New England cities, on the first of the flowery month, but merry tramps after arbutus flowers, the parties composed of young men and maidens, as well as children. Dinner is usually spread in some vacant logging camp, or, if it be warm enough, un der the trees outside, while laBt year’s leaves fall into the drinking cups, and a great deal of fun and jollity prevails. We encountered many of these gypsy parties on our way from Bangor upward, and each one seemed merrier than the last. Dusk was creeping like a mist over the little hamlet, cut like an oval lroni the midst of the forest, when we reached there, after our long day’s ride. It was tiiree miles away from the scene of our winter’s visit, and a more picturesque location. The river, not long released from its prison of ice, was singing the wildest of spring songs. Bale green birches, only in the bud as yet, were shivering against the dark velvet background of the pine woods. Frogs were calling tragically from every direction, and as we alighted at Mrs. Sav age’s door, we could smell the odorous breath of kine, and hear the pleasant sound of the dripping milk into full pails. The milkmaid, a rosy-cheeked, moon-faced girl, rushed from the shed near by, pail in hand, while Mrs. Savage herself stood oh the doorsteps to greet us. “Hurry, Phebe 1" she admonished the milkmaid; “supper’s all ready now, and I expect nothing but what these ladies is half starved.” The cheer of a woodfire revived our somewhat drooping spirits. The voices of frogs and extreme weariness are enough to depress the stoutest souls. Mrs. Savage, “Phebe, my darter,” and “my son, John,” compose the family. Sirs. Savage wears her hair short, and looks as determined as cheerful. When not about her housework, she makes log-cabin quilts, and hooks rugs. Phebe has straw- colored ringlets, she is nineteen years of age, she sweeps, washes the dishes, and, when John is busy, does the milking. John looks manly, but seems quite overcome by shyness. He wears red shirts, is employed in getting out lumber in the day time, and in courting in the evening. All this we learned before noon of the next day, and we also learned that the first of May is rather early in the season in the back- woods, if there are no east winds, and the skies are cltar. Early the next morning we took a little tramp into the woods. We found the pic turesque ruins of an old camp, its crum bling logs beautifully draped with moss, a lovely little, round pond, blinking brightly under green fringes, a plenty of the pinkest arbutus blossoms, and a drift of white moosewood buds and delicate ferns. We heard the low, sweet, long song of a bird that we had never heard before, but the woods were wet, and the air was so chilly and damp that we were glad to make our way home in a very short space of time. “I am interested in Phebe and her weep ing,” said Marianne. “After all, human nature is more interesting than any other kind, at this season of the year, especially.” “ 1 who love nature mnoh as sinners can, Love her where she moat grandeur shows in man.” I quoted. “Sirs. Savage said the elder was coming to-night, and I am anxious to see him. isn’t there some connection be tween this expected event and Puebe's weeping r” “i imagined that her tears were evoked by the pathos of the Hew York Ledger,' said Marianne. “I saw them dripping profusely over the first page, while she plied the dish-cloth this morning.” We went home to find the house as redo- ent of spices as on Thanksgiving Day, and Mrs. Savage in a perfect bustle of cookery. Phebe’s red cheeks were quite blistered with tears, and she was beating eggs with an air of martyrdom. “The elder, he’s as fond of sweetmeats as a child, and Pm a trying to git up some thing that he kin eat, though Phebe’s ac tions put me all out, and I hardly know wbat Pm doing of. Who ever heard of a girl’s crying the hull enduring time, lor two or three days, coz her beau was a coming,” said the elder lady. “He ain't my beau, no mom’n another at ail. 1 won’t have him for a beau,” as serted the tearful damsel, wiping her eyes with her apron, “and I think you would be ashamed to call him that before folks.” “Strange that girls never will know when they’re well off. The elder’s the genteelest man in the county, to say nothing of the privilege of marrying into the gospel, so to speak. An’ Phebe reckons she’s put upon tne worst kind, coz X kalkerlate she sheil marry him. He’ll make an awful good husband, ’n he’s as fond uv her as ken be. ’> “I should think he was,” gasped Phebe, handling her egg-beater like a weapon of vengeance. “’Tain’t me he likes, ’n all the neighbors know it. He ain’t got no property himself. ” “Phebe Jane Savage, what air you talk ing about ?” exclaimed her mother, in a tone of exasperation. “If you ain’t keer- ful you’ll lose him after all. There ain’t a girl round here but what would jump to git him—girls better ofTn you be, too.” “They’re welcome to him, ‘widerer’a peak,’ ’n all,” said Phebe. “He—” Marianne and I retreated to the sitting- rcom. The fire snapped cheerily. The birds were singing outside, and we could see from the window we sat, the bold peak of Katahdin, softened into a velvet cloud by distance, over the tops of the waving trees. Marianne busied herself with her sketch book, while I idly watched the an tics of an impish kitten, and meditated on Phebe’s troubles. The elder was expected before teatime, and we did not desert our poet by tbe win- dow until he made his appearance. He traveled in what they calleu the “eommo- dashun, ” a primitive conveyance, driven by a jovial young man from the end of a stage route, several miles below. He was a tall, ungainly man of forty or thereabouts. He wore shiny black bioadcloth and a tail hat, resembling a stage countryman in his Son- day best. His hair was black, oily and curling. His eyes were beautifully blue; but looked both sleepy and sinister, and when he moved his hat we were amused to notice the “widower’s peak,” which Phebe had mentioned so scornfully. The ex pression of his face was a strange mixture of both indolence and sharpness. He car ried a gay carpet-bag in his hand, and in variably swallowed before he spoke. He addressed Mrs. Savage as “Sister Savage, ” and rushed forward to greet her with a smile which was sultry in its sweetness. Phebe, without paying the least attention to the elder, was exchanging a great deal of mysterious banter with the jovial yonng man under his very nose. “I am afraid that young man is on the downward road, ’ ’ sighed the elder, view ing their proceedings from the window, alter he had reluctantly entered the house. Mrs. Savage looked alarmed, and hast ened to call Phebe, who did not hasten to make her appearance. The young man was to remain at the house all night, as the roads were bad, and his horse was disabled in some way, and not until he moved to ward the stable wilh his weary steed did she exhibit the slightest intention of de priving herself of his society. The elder st ode toward her with re proachful tenderness, and attempted to im print a kiss upon her glowing cheek. “Quit 1” said Phebe, repulsing him, with an angry push. “Phebe Jane!” ejaculated her mother, reprovingly, “L'-r, Sis er Savage,” said the elder, with another sultry smile, “girls will be Dashfui, you know, and we must’nt blame little Phel e.. She’ll get overit in time, I’ll warrant you. Wimaien folks ain’t often very backward as far as I am concerned.” And he beamed all over with still com placency. Mrs. Savage turned one admiring eye from his visage and anoitur threatening one from that of her daughter, and pro ceeded to perform an introduction between us and the elder. His affability was ex treme, and addressing us each as “sister, ” he commenced a theological discussion, while Mrs. Savage and Phebe busied them selves in preparing supper. But as he had ’he discussion all to himself he soon weaned rf it, and favored us with his views on politics and temperance at great length. “Ham’t 1 seen you down below?” he suddenly inquired, from the midst of his disquisition, searching' Marianne's face with a eornew hat Duzzled expression. We were both considerably startled, for as his speech was extremely free with the name of his Satanic majesty, the “down below” was naturally suggestive of a very objectionable region. It was a great re lief to find out that he only meant Bamog after all. Phebe and the strange young man, who seemed by no means strange to her, ap peared rather excited and were inclined to laugh at the elder, during the solemn exer cises of supper. The elder regarded him with severe disapproval, and remarked cheerfully several times, that he knew one or two young men who were going straight to destruction. Evening, however, found Phebe demure, the young man s eepy, the ejder still in a theological, but not so severe a mood, and casting lover-like glances toward the maid of his choice. But Mrs. bavage looked anxious, and was continually dropping a stitch in her knitting. “Yly son John” and the strange young man, who seemed to be fast friends, retired early, pleading fatigue. Then Phebe, iu spite of her mother's re monstrating glances, retired also. The elder asked permission to smoke a pipe, and no objection being expressed he- puffed away, uttering a little exhortation between the whiffs. “So Pnebe is engaged to the elder ?” in quired Marianne when the reverend gen tleman had taken his departure for the night, and we sat with Mrs Savage by the fireside. “Why, yes, I kalkerlate they’ll be mar ried. She’s awful bigoted though, ’n says she won’t have him.” (Bigoted is the word used for all sorts of objectionable behavior in the Aroostook.) “This young man that druv the elfffcr up kep’ school in our dees- trict an’ courted her a spell winter ’fore last, ’n I’m afeerd he’s turnin’ her head agin now." “A marriage with him seems a great deal more suitable, ” X ventured, feelmg deep sympathy for the poor damsel. “The el der is so much older than Phebe.” • “Yes, indeed,” said Marianne, -warmly, ‘you ought to marry the elder yourself. Airs. Savage.” “Sakcs alivel” remarked thatlady; “the eldei’s enough tight too young and hand- some for me. 1 m bound to have him in the fanny, though, tf ’tis only to spite the YY’iddei Jones, that’s a setting her cap at him like ail possessed, 'n is ailers a whis pering something against Phebe in hi3 ear.” The next morning Mrs. Savage was astir early, as usual, for John, who worked on tbe river, was obliged to have bis break fast at 6 o’clock. Phebe sits always called at half-past Jr, and when the hands of the clock indicated this hour she stepped into the hail and Phebe’s name echoed with un usual emphasis through the still house. But theie was no response. She called again and again, but only silence prevailed “I declare that girl’s growin’ more and more shitless every day,” she mattered to herself, and ran swiftly up stairs into her daughter’s bedroom. Tne room was empty, the bed had not been occupied at all, and Phebe’s clothing had disappeared from the nails in the closet; so hud her father’s old hair trunk, which for years had s.ood in ODe corner. There was an envelope on the table ad dressed to her mother. She tore it open and read with feelings better imagined tuan d'-scribed: D*ax Mash:—Seth Peckham and I is a goin’ ever to Patagumpus to get Elder YY right to marry us inn morning. I could stand the elder fur a pa, but not far a hus band. <ium and see us *hen you git through yore summer's work and the boarders is gone. Fhxbk Jake. P. S.—I shall send after my hefer and fether beds and kochin chiny pnlets and all my things next week.” , Mrs. Savage, as she declared, was “dret- ful took aback,” but determined to make the best of it. The elder, on being in formed of the elopement, seemed to be more affected that they should have gone to Eider Wright to be married than any pangs of unrequited love. “They might at least have give me the privilege of marrying them, though ’taint likely Seth could afford to pay a great deal of a fee,” said he, regretfully. A day or two afterward he informed Mrs. Savage that it had been revealed to him that there was a providence in Phebe’s refusal to marry him, and heaven had or dained that he should marry her instead ; andM-s. Savage accepted the ordination of heaven. A Hainan Gobbler. About twelve miles north of Lawrence- burg, Iud., in Manchester Township, on a dreary road which is rarely trod by any body but paupers, and which, if it leads anywhere, might lead to the mythical sec- ton of Hades familiary known as the “Half-acre,” is located a lot of dilapidated, broken-down, rookish old buildings which taken together, constitutes the County In firmary. In the rear of this forsaken spot stands an old stone-pile, covered over oy a roof, under which existed a being which resembles masculine humanity, but which exhibits all the traits and characteristics of a turkey gobbler. This “thing" is called Bradley, and has probably existed about forty years. The antecedents of the crea ture are unknown further than that it was picked up in Lawrenceburg Township some fifteen or twenty years ago, i nd car ried to the Infirmary and thrown into a cell m the stone building dedicated Lo the hope lessly insane. When seen by the writer Bradley was sitting—or rather, roosting— on a cot, which stretched across ins cell. He was squatting, and appeared to rest en tircly upon his ieet, while his body swung between ins legs, his head nearly on a par allel With his knees. “This,” said Mr. Duncan, the infirmary {Superintendent, “ his umtorm posture when not moving. In the position > ou now see him he will re main lor a hall- day and even a day at time.” Bradley was dressed in simply blue drilling l«*ose slip made in the shape of a bag. From his mouth protruded a handful of tobocco stems, all of them eight or ten inches long, and in his hand he held another bunch oi stems of the same weed. He was surrounded by a lot of tin cans and cups, from which he never parts; no more does he part with his tobacco stems. With them perched upon his cot he toys constant ly and, save wnen eating, he never ceases to wobble in his mouth the stems. In a few instances the experiment has been tried of depriving him of his to.) s. Instantly the creature has become wiid, and making a noise precisely like ft turkey-gobbler, he has dashed about his cage furiously, but- tiug his head fgainst the wall, as if intent on self destruction. The experiment has always had the same result, and when again in possession of his trinkets and stems Bradley has invariably assumed his accus tomed roost and become calm. Save the noise of a gobbler no sound has never come from the creature s throat. Duiiog the cold weather, because of his meager dress, Bradley is always kept confined. When summer comes, however, he is occasionally trusted out doors. On such occasions he uniformly wanders off into the lots adjoin ing the Infirmary climbing trees and fences and balancing himseil on a limb or board, and, squatting down, roosts there hoar after hour, frequently uttering the singular “oblety goblety” sound. His tin-cups and tobacco stems ne always carries with him on these expeditions. In speaking of this singular specimen of the human, Dr. Kyle, who for years has been the Infirmary Physician, said: “1 have again and again seen Bradley, while off in ihe fields, get frightened, and then seen him m a stooping posture (he has never been seen erect), with his traps gath ered upon his arm, the stems sticking out of his mouth, run as no dog anywhere m this whole region can run, W hen he comes to a fence he runs up over it, using his elbows and feet, and in tbe operation is almost instantaneous. Iu speed the crea ture can almost outstrip a fast horse.’ Bradley has very coarse hair all over his face. He obeys only a few commands, but does not recognize his name. When slowly moving over the ground he frequently hops, instead of planting one foot after the other. In his habits he is as helpless as a baby. His food is principally granivorous, he rarely eating anything other than that food made from grains. By everybody who has seen Bradley here it is regarded as one of nature's monstrosities. Launching a Ship. The Horse That ‘-Died of Grief.” One of the San Francisco papers having published an account of the death of horse from grief at losing his master, the Chronicle sent a reporter to verify the state ment. The groom was interviewed, with the following result: “Yes, sir, that thar were the curiostest case I ever hem tell on. No more thar ain’t no such case writ about in books, nutfaer,” and the stableman removed a brief T. D. pipe from his teeth, and rested its cheering bowl on the reporter’s arm to fix his attention more closely. “Ye see that hoss were as sound a hanimal in wind and limb as ye'd see at a prize fair in the old country. Gentle as a kitten, and a pet for the children.” The stableman paused to rekindle the fire in his pipe, which the rain, dripping from the reporter’s ulster, had quenched. “When did it die?” asked the reporter, sadly. “The hoss died Saturday last.’’ “What ailed ni*’' “Lung lever. “When did its master die?” “Two weeks ago to-day.” ‘‘ W ell. what is there curious about that?” asked the reporter in amazement * ‘Curious! w ny its curious enough, I shud say, wnen tnar ain’t another hoss sick m this fitab.e, and we’ve got a hundred of them here! ” Not one-half the people who witness the launching of a vessel can tell how it is done. They hear a great sound of pound ing and driving of wedges for half an hour or so, then a loud shout is raised, and the ship starts slowly at first, but, gradually increasing her speed, slides with a steady, stately motion from off Ihe pile of timber and blocks where she has been standing for months; and where, but a moment be fore,' the huge creature towered aloft, noth ing remains but a debris of timber aDd planks, while out on the water floats one of the most graceful works of man. When the ship is about ready to launch, her immense weight rests principally upon blocks some eight or ten inches square on the ends, and perhaps some fifteen or eighteen inches in length. These blocks are placed directly under the keel, and m order to launch the vessel it is necessary to transfer the weight of the vessel to the waysj—-two long i me s of heavy timber reaching about two-thirds the length of the vessel on either side, and about mid way the bilge or bottom. These ways are simply two lengths of timber with a thick layer of grease between them, so that as soon as the ship acquires any momentum they will slip one along the other. To transfer the weight of the vessel on to these ways so that gravity—the stem or heaviest part of the vessel being much lower than the bow—will cause her to move, is the whole secret of launching. To do this, between the top of the ways and the vessel are driven pine wedges, which, of course, raise her somewhat, and so relieve the blocks under the keel of part of the weight resting upon them. This done, workmen take their places under the vessel, and with iron wedges cut and knock away tbe blocks. When these are removed, the en tire weight of the’ vessel settles at once upon the greased ways, and the result is exactly the same as would be if a person should seat himself upon a sled pointing downhill upon an icy slope—away she goes! There seems to be a strange sort of fas cination for most people in the launching of a large vessel, and in our ship-building ports it is not uncommon for a thousand persons to be present to enjoy the specta cle—Potter 8 Ameiican Monthly. Burglars’ Viitakes, A Weird Visitor. I was terribly frightened one night m Queensland by a dead man riding up to my camp-fire at midnight. I was quite alone. I heard my horses neighing and another answering in the Malgas bushes, so I got up and put wood on, making a bright blaze and presently into the circle of light came a horseman, bending over his pommel, with his large straw hat slouched over his eyes. I took my revolver off my saddle and sung out. “Good night mate! You travel late. Will you have a drink of tea? Not a word of answer. Just then my two dogs, who were sniffing about, set up such a terrible cry it made me jump again. After a bit I beean to open my eyes to the state of affairs and mustered courage enough to walk up to the horse and take hold of the reins. While doing so I touch ed the rider’s hands, which were cold as _ ^ w ice. I tried to ret him off-the saddle, but-Cclosed that “bboey” MiUer.whJwas mixed Effects of Tea If yon place a few drops of strong tea upon a piece of iron, a knife blade, for in stance, the tannate of iron is formed, which is black. If you mix tea with iron filings, or pulverized iron, you can make a fair article of ink. If you mix it with fresh human blood, it forms with the iron of the blood the tannate of iron. Take human skin and let it Boak tor a time in strong ter, and it will become leather. Now, when we remember that the liquids which enter the stomach are rapidly ab sorbed by the venous absorbents of the stomach, and enter into tbe circulation and are thrown out of the system by the skin, lungs, and kidneys, it is probable that a drink so common as tea, and so abundantly used, will have some effect. Can it be possible that tannin, introduced with so much liquid-producing respiration, will have no effect on the skin ? Look at the tea^irinkers cf Russia, the Chinese, and the old women of America, who have so long continued the habit of drinking strong tea. Are tjmr not dark-colored and leath er-skinned iH it was of no use. His legs were out of the irons and wound tightly around the mare. 1 had to cut the reins from the grip of his fingers. I packed him on the horse when sunrise came and led him into Tambo, where I found he was well-known as a digger. He had set out thence that morn ing—afier drinking nearly a bottle of brandy—to go to a place distant above forty miles, and I was only twelve miles from the township when he paid his ill- timed visit. There was no doctor within 200 miles at that time. However, they held a kind of inquest, at which the P. M. talked learnedly of muscular contraction and sunstrke, and was puzzled to decide whether the brandy had anything to do with it, as he could swear from his own experience, that the liquor was first-class. He praised me more than I deserved, for 1 had halt a mind to run away at first. YVhen am camped out, even now, alone, strange thoughts of that nocturnal horse man come into my head. If any one had told such a storvto me I should hardly have credited it—I mean that a man should stick to a horse in that way without any other help than his saddle-straps afforded. His little mare was very quiet, though, and was evidently attracted by the sound of my horsebeffs. A Chuuk or Natural Philosophy. A boy about fourteen years of age was smoking a cigar on the south portico of the City Hall, Detroit, the other morning when a citizen halted before him and said: ‘Boy, do you realize what you are doing ? ” “Smokin’ a powerful gixxi five-center, won on a bet,” was the reply. “But don’t you know that you are filling your system with poison ?” “Haw.” “Weil, you are. That cigar contains enough nicotine to kill a cat.” ‘I’m no cat.” I know. It does not kill you suddenly, but poisons the blood and sows ihe seed of fell disease. You may drop dead on your way home.” ‘I ain’t goin’ home.” ‘It fills me with horror to see a lad of your age destroying both soul and body. Boy, I entreat you to throw away that vile cigar. " 1 dasn’t. Some one else would pick it up and be pizened.” “Throw it away and I’ll buy you tiiree apples.” “Don’t like ’em.” “Or a quart of peanuts.” “Say,” said the boy as he fondly regard ed the inch of ashes at the end of the cigar, “I bet a boy the cigars this morning that lie couldn’t tech his tongue to a-lamp post and then sing “Sally Walter ?” He leched, and there’s a crowd up there now tryin’ to thaw him loose. I ain’t very scart about bein’ pizened, and I don’t keer much for fatherly advice, but if you’ve got any spare time yon might go up there and tell that ’ere boy that a chunk of natural philosophy is worth a hull barnfui of ex periments.” Cotton Manufacturing in tbe south. For two years p. st the officers of the se cret service division of tne government have been endeavoring to unravel the mys tery attached to the attempted robbery of the United States sub-treasury in Philadel phia, Pa. Up to this time they have met with indifferent success, aud the chances are they will never be able to ascertain with distinctiveness who were in the plot. As the case stands now it is a matter of suspicion against some of the boldest cracksmen in the country. None but thieves were concerned, and they refuse to give information which might lead to the detection of their confederates. The story is an interesting one. But for a mis calculation on the part of the robbers they would have succeeded in capturing some $12,000,000 of coupons and cash. It would have been the largest haul ever made in this country but for their stupid ity- The large vault in Treasurer Evs- ter’s office, in the Custom-house building, contains two apartments. In one of these it is customary to store the cash and cou pons that are presented for interest. In the other small coin is kept. The fact became known and a gang was organized to make a raid on the place. Prominent on the list was Jimmy Logue, now in the Eastern Penitentiary, who had $70,000 on hand fresh from a bank burglary. There were a couple of well known New Yorkers and two fellows who had escaped from the •Kings County Penitentiary, believed to be Porter and Irving. Another of the party was a new man, for whom the country been scoured but without avail. Logue secured a fine residence in West Philadelphia, where the. whole party re sided. He was to be reimbursed for his expenditures out of the proceeds of the robbery. As warrants and requisitions were out for the men on all sides, they selected Fairmount Park as their place of rendezvous. Their favorite resort was the quiet retreat at brawberry mansion. Here they met daily, after taking an airing and mapped out their plans. It was found necessary to have one of their number in side the Custom-house, so this happy plan was hit upon: One day a reverend-looking gentleman, with clerical-cut garments and a white choker, waited upon Collector Tutton and informed him that he was the Rev Air. Paddock. The official knew of this clergyman. The sham minister was ac companied by an innocent-looking young man who be stated was one of nis parish ioners. Dr. Paddock would be so much obbged to the Collector if he could only give the young man something to do— some light work, such as watchman—as he was in need, and his health would not admit of exposure. Collector Tutton was exceedingly pleased to see Dr. Paddock. Air. Tutton’s rector in Downingtown and Dr. Paddock were in fact well acquainted, and Mr. Tutton talked freely of Downing- town’s spiritual needs. To the reverend gentleman he explained that no reliance could be placed on the recommendations of politidjans, while a minister's endorsement was nearly always a safe guide. The sham clergyman got quite shaky when Mr. Tut ton touched on Downingtown matters, but soon switched off the conversation and avoided embarrassment. It is now dis- Tbe Time o' Day. The progress of cotton manufacturing in the Southern States, according to the cen sus reports, is very gratifying. In 1860, the number of looms was 8,238; number of spindles, 300,221; number of pounds of cotton used, 58,668,629; number of persons employed, 11,489. In 1870, the figures were: Looiqp, 11,609; spindles, 416,983; pounds of cotton used, 45,032,- 866; persons employed, 13,033. In 1880: Looms, 15,222; spindles, 714,078; pounds of cotton used, 101,937,256; persons em ployed, 22,228. The consumption of cot- ion, it will be seen, has doubled during tbe last ten years, and the figures show a greater advance in this branch of manu facture than the Western States. We waste our time in moments, our money in dimes, and our happiness in trifles. up in the bogus naturalization business, and was sentenced to two years’ imprison ment in tbe Eastern penitentiary, person ated the Rev. Dr. Paddock, and was a party to the job. Tile young man recommended by him was appointed and made a watchman. By a strange coincidence the fellow was as signed to that end of the building where the sub-treasury is located. For weeks he was attentive to his duty; but all this time he was gathering points and familiarizing himself with every part of the building and with all the persons employed in it. These facts were made known to the gang of which he was a member, and some ot his confederates visited the place to learn the by-ways. The robbers exhibited no undue haste in moving upon their prey, but waited until the time when the quarterly interest on the U. S. bonds fell Hue. They knew that large sums of money were stored in the vaults. One Sunday morning it was dis covered that a hole had been made in the side of the Custom-house wall, large enough to admit the passage of a man’s body through it. A closer examination revealed the fact that this led directly into the vault. The place had been cleaned out, but the rob bers had been fooled. In this apartment had been stored the pennies and small eoins. Next to it, and with only the thick ness of a few bricks, was the huge pile of interest money. It has been presumed that the thieves believed they had struck bags of gold, and that in the darkness they merely felt of them to learn whether they were com or not, and immediately passeu them out to their confederates to carry to a place of safety. Instead of going further the job was for some reason abandoned at this time, and after an outlay of thousands of dollars the burglars captured but a couple of hundred dollars worth of pennies. It is thought that daylight came too fast for them, and they were compelled to vacate the premises, which was a good thing for the Government. Investigations were made by the officers, and detectives were put to work up the case. They never discovered much. Su spicion began to point to the watchman appointed at the “Rev.” Air. Faddoch’s instance. It suddenly was revealed to every one that no one knew anything con- enroing this individual He was sent for by the collector and told to send Mr. Pad- dock to the office. But he did not. That young man left, and to this day he has never been seen or heard of. This job broke up Logue. When he was arrested for the Portuondo iobbeiy, he had little money on hand, but gave a mortgage on his house for a certain sum of money, con ditioned upon the fact that if the mortgage was not paid at a set time the house was to be soid. As part of the bargain, a prominent lawyer of Philadelphia, it is said, agreed toeducate and care for Logue’s children until he served his three years’ sentence. The mortgage has been fore closed, and the children are in want. One of the secret service men traced a lot of pennies to the custody of a couple of well known thieves, but they made a satisfac tory explanation of where they came from. There the veil drops. The gallant Irish soldier, General Bligh, of Sepoy fame, while holding the commis sion of captain in a dashing marching regi ment, was on a trip of pleasure, with hif wife, in tbe north of England, and having come one day to a small Yorkshire inn. the larder of which was well nigh empty, he ordered ail the host had on hand in the shape of food, to be served up for his din ner, after which he joined his wife in upper room. While the host was preparing the meal for his guest a party of sporting gentle men of the country entered the inn, and called for refreshments. The landlord was sorry to inform l hem that all his larder contained of food had been bespoken bv gentleman who was at that moment wait ing up stairs with his wife to have served. Who was the gentleman? The host could only tell them that was an Irishman, and seemed to be a very quiet, good-natured and harmless body. (The Captain was traveling in citizen' clothes.) “An Irish gentleman! A potato, with pepper and salt, will answer for him. up and tell him so.” But Boniface preferred not to do so. “Then,” cried one of the party—a ’squire of the neighborhood, with more money than sense—“take up this watch to the gentleman, and ask him if he will send word what’s the time o’ day, for we can’ tell.” . It was a habit in that section, when one would intimate to another that be didn’t have much faith in his good sense, or in his judgment, to show him a watch and ask him to tell what’s the time o’clock? The host, himself fond of fun, and feel ing assured that the last callers would get the worst of it, took the watch—a very valuable gold repeater—and went up stairs and did the errand. Bligh took the watch and looked at it. “By my lifel it’s a beauty. Tell the gentleman I’ll be down presently, and shall take pleasure in expounding to them the mystery o’ time-telling by the watch, and I’ll fetch the watch with me." The host returned with the answer, aud shortly afterwards carried up his guest’! dinner. The ’squiee was for a little time, furious with the landlord for having left his watch behind; but he finally cooled off, and having called for a gallon of beer, he sat down with his friends to wait. After he had finished his meal, Captain Bligh opened his portmanteau and took out two great horse-pistols ane placing them under his arm, he took the watch in his hand and went down into the barroom, where the sporting gentry still waited. “Ah, gentlemen, I give you a good dav. And now who is the man that wants the time o’ day? I shall be delighted to en lighten him.” They did not like the looks of the man at all. He earned the soldier in his every look; and just nowthere was a good deal of the tiger manifest. “Come, come, gentlemen—1 am Captain Bligh, at your service. A short time since, the landlord brought to me this watch, ac companied br a message which I have come to answer as such a message nchly deserves.” And he significantly tapped his finger upon the pistols. “How wnose is the watch? Is it yours, sir?” to the ’squire himself. The ’sdnire denied the ownership promptly. All the watches in the world would not have tempted him to expose his life to the terrible Irish captain whose fame was known to him. Bligh then applied to the next man, and then to the next, and so on to the next, and ail denied the ownership. “I am happy to find, gentlemen, I have made a mistake. You will pardon me, I As A LeiMD in English. What queer blunders these foreigners make 1 A German woman living on Tenth Btreet, Philadelphia, had a severe attack of cramps the other day, and a doctor was called in. He gave lier some ginger to re lieve the pain. Next day he called again, and said: “Well, Mrs. Bummenschiager, how do you feel to-day?” “Pust-straighdt, doctor,” was the reply; “shoost so goot as never vas!” “Do you feel any pain?” he asked. “Veil, I’fe god a liddle pain in my sthummick, but it don’t hur& me!” The grin on that doctor’s face sprouted into a guffaw when the door cloeed behind him, and burst all the buttons off his coat by the time he reached the street—Pot ter's American Monthly am sure. I thought the owner of the watch was here.” He then put the watch into his pocket, slipped the pistols into the pockets of his blouse, tinned to the bar, and settled his bill, then bade the company good evening, after which he joined his wife on the porch, at the door of which his carriage was in waiting. Captain, afterward General Bligh, kept the watch to the day of his death, often telling the story of its capture, when he left it by wilt to his brother, the well known dean of Elphin. Burned in netted Lead. The establishment of the SL Louis Smelting and Refining Company, in St Louis, was destroyed by fire, and John Williams was caught in a stream of molten metal and literally burned by inches. The fire was caused by the bursting of a cupola of one of the furnaces, in which about twenty-five tons of lead was being smelled for tefining. Williams, the engineer, was standing at the door of the engine room. He started to get his coat and dinner bucket. The molten lead, which was run ning on the ground in every direction, had reached this part of the building, and a narrow stream had made its way directly across the path between Williams and rhe place where his coat was banging. As he went forward he gave a little leap, expect ing to clear the stream, but tripped over. Failing, he dropped partly into the hissing pool that had began to widen and spread out. Just at this point two men near by saw the engineer’s distress, and started to pull him out of the puddle. He, however, succeeded iu picking himself up without giving the metal a chance to burn him seriously. He even went and got his coat, and was returning to cross the leaden flood at a nairow point, when a second in- terruption came along from a different di rection and caught him. This time it was impossible for him to escape. The two men tried to reach him, but the consuming mass was covering the whole floor, run ning small channels in every direction, so that the men could not get near the strug gling engineer. He was seen to fall, and, ail efforts to rescue him having failed, the building burned over and about him, and the ruins fell upon him. Abundant 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 gathering them in a plaited top- knot, covered with flowers, spangles, and hairpins of gold, silver and tortoise shell. Rich and poor alike are proud of their coiffure, and the kuli-womau in rags de votes the same attention to her hair as any great lady. To preserve the elaborate structure from being disturbed, women during s.eep rest their necks on a padded fork. There is no difference between sin gle and married women in wearing their hair, as in China, and their respective social status is indicated by the position of the bow in which the waist-scarf is tied, girls wearing it at the back, matrons in front. The latter likewise shave their eye brows and dye their teeth black. Girls use rouge freely and sometimes gild their lips. They are fond of smoking, and wear their embroidered tobacco pouches as belt ornaments. The Buzxurd Brothers. Mart Buzzard, Abe Buzzard, Joe Buz zard, Ike Buzzard, and Jake Buzzard are five brothers whose names are now before the public in the role of leaders of the Welsh mountain gang of plunderers, in Pennsylvania. Two of them, Abraham and Joseph, are in the Lancaster jail The remaining three are at large. Two of the alleged members of the gang. Differ Clarke and Henry Howes, who were ar rested with the two Buzzards, aro also in jail. Seven of the hand are now serving lime in jail, and three are in the Eastern penitentiary in Philadelphia. The five Buzzard brothers have all served out dif ferent sentences in prison during the last five years. Joseph and Isaac labored eighteen months in the Lancaster jail for horse-stealing; Jacob was in the same prison five years for burglary, Abraham was sentenced to four years for burglary, escaped, and was recaptured; Alartin has also made a similar record, and his terms have numbered more than one. In Febru ary ot last year the five were in the Lan caster jail together, serving out their sen tences, but during 1880 their various terms expired, and they were released. They at once repaired to their old haunts, the Welsh mountains, a strip of wild and bar ren backwoods country and forest lying along the borders of Berks, Lancaster and Chester counties. Rising out of a rocky and scrub-oak stretch of barren is the Welsh mountain, with its caves of lime stone rock, caverrs, and dreary yet safe and secure, hiding-places, where officers of the law never visit. Prior to their depart ure for the old haunts, they made many vows and promises that thev would never again ‘ ‘Lake to the road” for a living, and they pointed to the fact that, notwith standing their absence from their hunting- grounds, the robberies, burglaries, and high-handed outrages had continued the same as ever. Old Martin said to the sheriff. “You see, we are not to blame, because we weren’t thar! Now, if these stealings go on when we’re down thar, don’t blame it on to us!” Alartin Buzzard had spoken truthfully; for when his brothers and himself had been captured and convicted a young and. handsome man assumed charge of the then almost panic-stricken gang of thieves. His true name was Henry But, although he had many'aliases. He was a daring and intrepid outlaw, and always had charge of running the stolen plunder into market after the gang had captured aLd delivered it in a neighboring county. When the five Buzzards had been run down,and the band scattered and disheartened. Birt’s occu pation was gone. He therefore came to his own rescue, mounted his horse, penetrated the wilds of the forest and mountain country, and rallied the men ones mere, "’hey left their huts and followed his leadership as bravely as they did under the old regime. Birt soon became known as “Wild Harry of the Welsh mountain.” innocent looking pedd-er he roamed the country during the day. Of off evenings he courted the farmers’ pretty daughters. His hair was long, blacn and wavy; liis eyes dark; his complexion olive. He had a black mustache, very pretty teeth, and was well formed. He was not an educated man, but his conver sation was entertaining, and his unaffect ed. plain, blunt manner engaging. The girls liked his brusque, careless manner, and, after he had won his way into their affections he took good care te take suffi cient points to enable him to work his way into the house a few evenings afterward on mission of plunder instead of love. A volume might he writteu of the romances of this modern Claude Duval. He could write fairly, and many of his love-letters found their way into the homes of the rich est farmers in that section of country. So far as is known his conduct to the young women was perfectly honorable. When he was at last run down and arrested, and his many sweethearts heard of it, they not oniy denounced the officers and pronounced the charges untrue, but earnest! y entreated their friends and relatives to go to his aid. Birt was captured with a load of plunder, nd committed to the jail at Reading. His red necktie, velvet coat, cordurovs, and top boots were changed to prison strips, and he served a long term, after which he went to Mexico. The Buzzard boys, alter their liberation, found the gang nearly broken up and very poor, it was some time before they were again mustered and organized. Martin Buzzard went lo his hut on the mountain what is called “Buzzard’s Roost,” and commenced making baskets. He was de- ermined to reform and quit the road. All jthe present winter the burglaries have gone on. (Nearly every night the bold band has been abroad. Chnrches, stores, stations, offices, and private houses, have been broken open and burned. Vigilance committees, horse- tnief detective associa tions, and olier companies for the preven tion of enme and for the assistance of the constabulary, have been organized, but the burglaries go on. Many farmers are afraid take active part in the prosecutions, lest their barns may be tired, indeed, many notices, something similar to the “Molly Alaguire” warnings, have been sent, cau tioning farmers to Deware how they volun teered to give evidence against certain par ties under arrest. The Blizzard brothers are middle-sized, broad shouldered men, ranging from *27 years of age to 45. Isaac is the youngest and Aiart the oldest. They have red com plexions and brown hair, gray eyes and Ueavy, shaggy eyebrows. Their bools are coarse hide, and their corduroy panta loons are stuck in the tops. Generally they wear short, heavy pea-jackets, which enable them to ride more ireely. Three married and have several children each, living in the same cabins. The Buz zards are desperate men, and for a long time it was considered certain death to at tempt to arrest them in their homes. borne of the band live in “Lousetown,” small mountain village near the home of Buzzards. The arrest of the two brothers is to be followed up, and it is ex pected that the entire quintet will soon be brought in. borne say that Alartin is aid ing the officers, while others deny it. Martin has written a letter for publication, whicn he declares his innocence, says that he has reformed entirely, and thanks God that he has luckily escaped from the gallows. Would not Give it. During the Franco-Prussian war of 1870- 71 a French major, taken prisoner, was approacnea by a Prussian general, who promised him anything he wished if he would betray the French plan of cam paign. “Any demand you may make, ” said the Prussian general, “will be acceded to.” The Frenchman, although indignant, kept bis temper and replied: “I will do what you ask on one condi- non.” “And that is?” “That you will give me your esteem after I have spoken.” The general tried to tempt him no fur ther.

Georgia Historic Newspapers

Cedartown advertiser. (Cedartown, Ga.) 1878-1889, February 24, 1881, Image 1