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Clevel By W. B. WOODWARD. VOL. I. DEVOTED TO THE MINING, AGRICULTURAL AND EDUCATIONAL INTBREi . : — ■ i ..::as3=^: Progress. <F CLEVELAND. WHITE COUNTY AND NORTH-EAST GEORGIA. CLEVELAND, WHITE COUNTY, GEORGIA, FRIDAY MORNING, MAY 13, 1892. TERMS:—One, Dollar Per Year. NUMBER 19 We have on our list valuable Mineial, Timbet and Farming lands, fur Sale or Ex change. If You Want To Buy, Sell or Exchange Properly of the above description, communicate with ua. Title papers examin ed and reported upon. Abstracts Furnished Frssto Actual Purchasers. Wc ate centrally located tn the richest Mineral section in Georgia. G old. Tkon. ( old, Iron,vJT ra In Abundance. Delightful Climate, Peculiar to the Noted Piedmont Section. Finest Tobacco Lands in the South. Correspondence Solicited. F. B. SUTTON, Manager. A. H. HENDERSON, Dealer in GENERAL MERCHANDISE. My line of general merchandise cannot be excelled in Cleveland, whereby 1 can give you good goods and at (he very lowest prices. Dry Goods ! Dry Goods ! In the line of dry goods, consisting of all kinds of nice prints, gingham, flannel, .<fo., etc , I wilt not be undersold. Shoes & Rats. When you want anything in shoes or hats it will be lo your advantage to trade with me. In these goods I have a complete stock. OROGENIES! GROCERIES! I have plenty of grocerhs. Meat, sugar, flour and coffee a specialty. Come and see me and I will quote you prices that will surprise you I also handle a full line of Patent Medicines, which 1 will Sell at the very lowest price. Cleveland Hotel. In connection with my general mercantile business I run a first-closi hotel the year round, with tho table supplied with the best the market affords. It is situated on the south side of the Blue Hidge mountains, where the air is pure and the water good a splendid Mineral Spring near by. Hates of board reasonable. Respectfully. A. H. HENDERSON. HENDERSON & UNDERWOOD, L CLEVELAND, GA. w ILL buy and Bell Mineral, Timber and Agricultural lands in White and ad joining counties, guaranteeing the title thereto. Will negotiate Biles for reasonable Commissions. ALL PEOPBBTIBS ■ ’ Entrusted to us for sale will receive a liberal advertisement. Havin&r Real Estate For Sale Will Do Well By Calling On or Writing Us. HENDERSON & UNDERWOOD. A. H. HENDEttSON, Manager. J. W. H. I NDEKWOOD, Att’y Abstractor. pittypat and Tippytoe. All day long they corns and go- Pt tty pat and Tippytoe; Footprints up and down the hall. Playthings scattered on the floor. Fingermarks along the wall. Tell-tale streaks upou the door— By these presents you shall know Pittypat- and Tippytoe. How they riot at their play! And, a doeen times a clay Jn they troop, demanding bread-* Only buttered broad will do, And that butter must be spread luches thick with su;ar, tool Never yet have 1 sail, “No, Pittypat and Tippytoe!” Sometimes there are griefs to soothe** Sometimes ruffled brows to smooth; For I much regret to say— Tippytoe and Pittypat Bomteimes interrupt their play With an internecin9sp.it; Fie! oh, fit*! to quarrel so, Pittypat and Tippytoe! Ob, the thousand worrying things Every day recurrent brings! Hands to scrub nnd hair to brush, Search for playthings gone amiss, Many a murmuring to hush, Many a little bump to Hyd Life’s indeed a fleeting show, Pittypat. an \ Tippytoe! And, when day is at an end. There are little duds to mend; Littla frocks are strangely torn, Little shoes great holes reveal. Little hose but one day worn, Rudely yawn at toe or heel! Who but you could work such wot% Pittypat and Tippytoe! But when comes this thought to me; “Some there are that childless be ’ Stealing to their little bods. With a love I cannot speak, Tenderly I stroke their heads, Fondly kiss each velvet cheek. God help those who do not know A Pittypat or Tippytoe! Un the floor, along the hall, Rudely traced upon the wall, There are proofs in every kind Of the havoc they have wrought And upon my heart, you’d find .1 ugt such trademarks, if you sought O'i, how glad I am ’tis so, Pittypat and Tippytoe! — Eugene Field, in Chicago News. A GIRL’S WAY. V1V HELEN FOHHEST GRAVES. —WON’T!" de clared Matty Mills “Martha, hush 1” reproved Mrs. Mills, holding up a yellow forefinger of chiding. “Is that the waylo speak to your mother!” Remember the fifth commandment, Mar tha I” “Well, I cau’t help it I” sputtod Matty. “We are cramped and corocrod und hardworked enough already, aren’t we, without taking boarders for noeven don week? Aud it is bad enough to havr pieced carpet, and mended cur-„ •nins and broken edged crockery without other people finding it out. No, ] won't I" “Martha, hush!” reiterated Mrs.Milts, • Wo don't get a chance to oarn money every day. Four gentlemen, at three dollars a week apiece, makes twelve dollars. And (welvo dollars la twelve dollars. U's just as I tell you, Martha, Vou must give up your room—" “My room isn’t fit for a squirrel to sleep in.” “And go to Aunt Betsy Billingses to sleep while Mr. Betford Is here." Matty tossed a protty head, all n-glit tei with short cut auburn curls. “I won't!” she repeated. “I won't! I won't I" “I expect," composedly went on Mrs, Mills', “they'll bo here to-morrow morn- ieg. Doctor Pounce and Mr. Laselle vill have the parlor, Mr. Cushing will occupy the big bedroom nnd Mr. Bel ford will havo your room. They’ll probably arrive before breakfast, want you to catch half a dozen broilers and shut 'em up in the three-cornered loop, so they’ll be handy to kill first •hing in the morning. I'll mix up some biscuit, and there's the blackberry jam. m told the city folks like jam with t. eir breakfast.” ‘ But, mother,” cried Malty, "there’s Jim! We're expecting Jim every day —and what’s is poor Jim to do?” “Jim cau make out 'most any way,’ said Mrs. Mills, indifferently. “My only brother!” pleaded Matty. “And the only son you’ve gott And he's been out West a year!” “I’ll risk Jim," observed Mrs. Mills. “P’r’aps ho won’t come. And if he does, he'll manage somehow. I don't feel as if I’d oughter lose this chance of making a little moucy," “Mother—” “Now, Martha, you hush, an’ do jest's 1 tell/ a. My mind's ir.ado up, an’ I don’t alciilate to change it!” Matty drills went down to a certain favorite nook of hers behind the barn, ivhere the little brook gurgled away un- ler the branches of a superb old butter- uut tree, and indulged herself in a hear ty cry. “As if,” she nobbed, "it wasn’t bad enough to be poor, without exposing our poverty to all the old ministers in the country 1 I wish there wasn’t any con- -rnfi6n wish iL.flfiflf sofefiwewhero - fe! I wish I lVa liu^dgfedfd in getting Gray thorn School ko -teach 1 I wish other hadn't put all her money in the Grazier's Bank ‘the week before it nrokol I wish I was a man tike Jim, and could go out io seek my fortune, instead of staying'»( home and econo mising coppers and* washing dishes aud putting patohos on old garmontsl One thing I’m determined on—I won’t go oenr the house all llrt time those board ers are there. If mdtfier will take ’em. me must watt on. ’em herself. And neither will I consent to use a cent of the wretched money they pay. And as for going to sieep at Aunt Betsy’s, 1 simply won’t!” When the moon rose, orange-gold and glittering through the branches of the butternut tree, Matty was still sitting there, her elbws resting on her knees, md two bright tear* on her cheeks. Poor girl I She ^fancied herself tho most miserable-being in the world. Mr. BelforL ehi” Mrs. Mills had come to tne floor in a bowildorod way., “Proud to make your acquaintance, sir, I’m sure: but I didn't noways look for you before to-morrow raoroing. Hid over a-horsebuok, did you! Oh.no, it ain't no inconvenience to me—not tho least! .I'll get you a bite o’ supper, dreckly, if you’ll just lead your horso down to the be.rn at the foot of tho lane. We don’t keep no boy, but you’ll fini\ 'hay and oats handy. Martha! Martha I Where Is the child! I do b’licvo slio’s gone to Aunt Betsy Billingses n’roadv. ;Just like Martha. She never was no calculator t” Matty Mills, however, was not so far {distant as her perturbed mother imag ined. She hr.d slipped in at the back door of the barn, pAtted the red cow who stood ruminating in her stall, mado hor- self a cosy tittle nest in the fragrant hay upstairs, and, lighting tho old lantern, sat down to road. Suddenly thero came a hesitating foot step on the threshold outside. The door oponed. Matty startud from {her book. Hho leaned over the big beam, all fringed wth hay, which made (the partition of Jicr impromptu divan. “Who’s thorof’ljMie called. “Jim— oh, Jim I Don’t be frfghtenod, it’s me— Matty. I’m hiding from mother. Wo’vo had a difference of opinion. Mother has taken four horrid, Atupld ministers to ,board for a week-l-it’s some kind of convention, Jim—ap'd—Oh, do wait a 'minute I” '} She swung herseW lightly over the ;beum and alighted^ like a fluttering, bright-crested bird, bn the. floor of the barn. “Ob, Jim, if you only knew—” “I beg your pardon," spoke a quiet, composed voice,in tho deep, well-modu- lated tones that bespeak much practice, “but I think there must be some mis take, Mrs. Mills sent metiers to put up' my horse. I'm afraid I am one of the ‘four horrid ministers.’ But I assure you—” Matty caught up the barn lantern and held it on a level with his face. “Why,” she exclaimed, “it’s Mr. Beresford!” “That is my name. And yon are Matty Mills,” said a stranger, a sudden .light of recognition illuminated his face. “But, ii it is an allowable question — how on earth came you here!” “In the most natural way in tho world. I live here. And you!" “I am here lo attend the convention." “Mr. Beresford!” “Miss Matty!" “Are you a—minister!" “I have that honor, Miss Matty.” “It can't be possible!" “ Why shouldn’t it be possible! Al though you, perhaps, wore not aware of it, I was a theological student when I met you in Massachusetts. Yes, Miss Matty,” with a mischievous nod of the head, “it’s an incontrovertible fact. I am one of the four horrid ministers." Matty lowered her lantern. “May I ask your eirand at the barn!" jSaid she, in an altered Voice. “Though perhaps my mother sent you to find, me!” “No. She told me to come here to jput up my hoise; he is waiting out liide.” “Oh, pror fellow, he must be very Wed I” said Matty, hurriedly, hanging the lantern on a hook. “Open the big door, Lead him into one of the empty ■tails. Not that side. Bassie is there— the cow—and she isn't used to horses.” With quick, deft bands, the girl tossed down an armful of hay into the manger and showed Mr. Beresford where to find the painted pail wherewith to bring water from the well, and then leaving the lantern as a guide, she vanished. Mr. Beresford smiled quietly as he made his horse comfortable, and then re turned to the house, where Mrs. Mills had prepared an appetizing repast. But when he went to lied at ten o'clock there was no sign of Matty's return. Mrs. Mills herself hurried over to Aunt Betsy’s house in the morning. "Where's Martha!” said she, * ‘J want her," “Marthy!" echoed Aunt Betsy, put ting one hand behind her car after the fashion of deaf people. “What about Marthyf Site ain't been here." “Then whero is she!” cried Mrs. Mills. "How should I know?" counter ques tioned Aunt Betsy, Irritably. ! “Sho was always ns full of kinks ns a clothesline on a wet day!" sighed Mrs. Mills. "I guess I’ll jost havo to do the -best I can without her. She wan dread- jful opposed to my boardin' the four rev erends; but I guess ray will's as strong ns ,hor’a. I’ll got along somehow, and Martha shan’t, have a cent of the money 1 earn—no, not a cent! But ain’t if. funny, Betsy! Mr. Beresford tolls me—by the way, ills nnmo's Beresford, not Bel ford, as I s’posod it was—that ho used to visit up to Mansfield, whore Martha taught, one term a spoil ago." “I want to know?" said Aunt Betsy. “Ho seen her down to the barn last, night," added Mrs. Mills. “She showed him whero to put up his horse, an' that wns (lie last of hor. I wish I knew where sho was!” Tho convention had boon in session several days, when, during Mr. Berea ford's sermon in tho crowded vittago church, his eyes fell on Matty Mills’s face, half hidden in tboihadow of one of tho quaint wooden pillars. He paused a moment in mid-sontenco; then lie collected himself, nnd weut on ns brilliantly as ever. But when he had finished, ho did not stav to hoar the Kovoreud Knymoml Cush ing's “remarks,” which came next, but slipped out into tho fresh air and star light. So that when unconscious Matty omorgod, like a slim shadow, ho quietly put outjiis hand and stoppod her. She started violently. ••Btop a minute,- saiot no. “vvnyare you crying!.” “I—I didn't want to cry!” said she, sobbing and deHart. “But you made me—you preached that sermon right at mo!” “I wasn't thinking of you. Miss Matty,” snid ho, quietly, “until my eyo |fell on your face. All the 'same, if tho enp tits you, by all moans put it on.” , “l won’t be so willful lor the tutor ■ murmured Matty. “I’ll give up my own way. I’ll come back this very night an 1 help mother in -her own fashion. Aftoi all she is older than I am, am! wise She spoke partly as if sho were think ing aloud, as she added: “I had meant to go up owtii again and teach, but if mother wants me to stay here--” And nobody but Mattie herself—and possibly Mr. Beresford, in n lesser degree '—knew what it cost tho girl to relinquish her nmbitious dreams and take up the humble, homely harden of every-day life again. But she did it bravely. “Martha ain't the same gal silo was," complacently spoke Mrs. Mills. “I al ways knowed if 1 talked lo her long enough I could mako hor ho ir reas m And old Doctor Pounce he gave her a lot o’ real good advice convention week." fn the gray, soft, days of November, Mr. Beresford came back to fulfill a promise lie had made lo preach once more for tho village pastor. Ho walked across tho meadows to the iMills cottage to shako hands with his hostess of the preceding summer. “Well, I declare?” said Mrs. Mills, in dustriously polishing her spectacle glasses with the corner of her checkered apron. “I'm proper glad to see you, Mr. Beresford 1 I’m orful sorry Martha ain’t to home! I do hope you're well. My son James, lie’s here with bis wife. They’ve concluded to settle East and live in this house with me, so I shan't peed Martha anyway, and she'll liev her heart's desire of going back to Mass i chusetts to teaeb. She goes to Mam- field Dexi week.” “No, shedoesn't" said Mr. Beresford, pmiling. “She will remain here until she iH married—on Christmas Day I” “What!” ejaculated Mrs. Mills. “1 guess you've heard some of the neigh bors’gossip. Alonzo Whitcomb did ssk Jier to marry him. hut she refused." “Nevertheless, she is going to be mar ried. To me, Mrs. Mills. I mot hor ns I came across the fields from the parson age, and we settled the matter." If—hut," stum nare l Mrs. Mills, “Martha always vowe l and declared she nevor would be a minister's wife?" Mr. Beresford snii'ed his rare, sweet smile. “I think," said he, “that she has changtd her mind.”—Saturday Night. FARM AND HOUSEHOLD. nUINF.SR Foil TRAINING COLTS. A coll should never know how much strength he has until ho knows how to use it. If ho oneo runs nway lie is never safe horse afterward, nnd, wlillo he may to all appearances forgot, it,, thero will rome a time when he will rimagniu, hind the chances nro that lie will do much dnmage. Tho harness for break ing and driving colls should lie oxtra strong nnd heavy. The reins and hit. especially must lie stout enough for alt possible emorgoucios. A straight-bar hit, is good enough for a steady horse, lint it cannot ho depended on witti fractious animals. There are numorous kinds of hits that, arc easy when a horso is steady, but so made as to hold the horse when lie trios to run.—American Agriculturist. CLUB FOOT IN CABBAGE FLANT8. To prevent what, is called “club foot” in cabbage plants sow the seod on new ground where no cabbages have been grown for several years, or perhaps a (better plan is first prepare the hed, then cover with dry brush, hay, or straw and sel on fire, and when tho materials used i are burned to ashes rake ever the ground nnd sow the seed. Tho bent from the tiro will kill the weed seeds nnd insects near the surface and insure a healthy growtli of plants. When the plants are jlnrgn enough to transplant, set on tresh ,land and at, some distance from where cabbages were grown last year. This is the best practice for late cabbages, but |for an early crop the plants must bo stal led in frames nnd undor glass. The soil used in t.lio frnmos should be either fresh and new or scraped up from some spot where it, has boon burnori over as wo havo directed. The cauliflower is subjoct to the same diseases as t ie cab bage, and tho plauts should he raised in the same wny to insure success.—New York Sun. Smoke t# Keep Off Free!. Experiments were made during the winter at the Paris Jardin d’Accliinxiion in Paris, France, in producing artificial clouds as a protection against frost. A series ol vinowood fires were lighted, emitting columns of black smoke, which, according to the inventor of the method, ought to have been converted into a thick stationary fog, raising the temper ature by four or five degrees.—New York Journal. Bullets made of gamete were used by a tribe of nativos on the Oas'iruere Iron- tier in llghtiug the British troops. CULTIVATING AN OIUHARD. ft is very evident that young and im mature plants of all kinds should receive good culture during tho whole period of development. A tree will he found just ns sensitive to good or bad culture as smaller plauts, hut from its greater size this is ioss noticeable. Few orchards to- eeivo the care which ought to be given. Whero land remains uncultivated and hard, it is as much unfit for a young orchard as it would bo for corn. Tuough its effects may not be as inmefiate, yet in the end the results nmouut to about the samo. Tn insure thorough xmlturo in an orchard, it is quite necessary to grow some crop which has to bo plowed. Nothing answers this purpose better than corn. It, furnishes shade to keop the ground cool, and requires cultivation to about the same extent. Small grain or grass ought never to he sown in a newly planted orchard. If the growth of a tree, becomes cheeked, it will never fully recover. An orchard needs annual cul tivation until the tree comes into hoar, ling. After that, seeding to red clover puls the soil in excellent condition and (keeps it cool. Many prefer the sowing of buckwheat in an orchard, to give a "oosencss to the soil. It is also said to ho a preventive of. blight.—American Farmer. FARM AND GARDEN NOTES'. Moping lions soon become drones— this menus few eggs. Hen nests lined with tobacco leaves prevent all trouble from lice. .Be sure the nests are free from lice and vermin when you set the lien. Everybody wlio plants potatoes ought to test, in a small way at least, Rural -New YorLat- Nn. 2 For the first early crop many garden ers plant the Alaska pea; for a wrinkled pea, the American Wonder; others like McLean’s Little Gem. See that tho young calves do not got chilled. Warmth aud dry quarters havo much to do with the coinfort and pros perity of young stock. I). S. Willard Bpoaks highly oT the blue spruce, a vanish for muslin to cover tiotbeds. It consists of a mixture of raw egg and raw linseed oil, giving two coats. Orchardists who are planting on tho open plains or in exposed locations should take into consideration the prevailing winds and plant windbreaks to protect their trees. It is said to be a fact, and wo believe the statement cau be proved, that the American people pay more for eggs than, they do for flour. Let the keepers of the American hen do their full duty and she will need no other. For a mixed crop of tmrloy, oats and pens, sow two bushels of oats, one of barley, and one and a half ol puss. The largo marrowfat is the best kind of pea for this mixed crop. Squashes are good feed for milch cows. They produce rich milk and we find them, from ourovrn experience,pre ferable to pumpkins. They are first rato food, also, for fattening hogs. Hogs are cleaner than cows when they have a chance to be clean. The reputa tion tho hog has obtaiued is not de served. Even his appetite Is no worse than that of fowls, and his habits are quito as exemplary. Give the hog a chance. nErlPF.s FOR BREAKFAST ROT BREADS. Buckwheat, Cakes—Nice buckwheat cakes without yeast, may be made as fol lows: Bift dry one pint of buckwheat flour and three teaspoonfuls baking pow der together, then add a taWospoonful of brown sugar. Stir very lightly aud hake at. once on a hot griddle. These will he found excellent. Flannol Cakes—One and a half pints of flour, one tablospoonful of brown sugar, two teaspoonfuls of baking powder and one teaspoonful of salt. Biffc the flour and add the other named ingredi ents. Add two well beaten eggs and ■ -no and a half pints of milk, and beat nto a smooth, thin hatter. Bake on a hot griddle to a rich, browa dolor, and rei ve with maple syrup. Cook three on a griddle, keeping them small in size. Hire Flour Batter Cakes—Melt, nne- quarter of a pound of fresfl butter or lard, or half and half, in one quart of, warmed milk; do not let the milk boil. Divide the mik equally, pouring it Into two pans. Beat three eggs very light, and stir tbcm into one half of the milk, with (he addition of a large tahlespoou- ful of wheat flour. Stir in ns much, ground rico flour as will make a thick; .batter. Then put in a small tcacupful of fresh, strong yeast, nnd thin the hatter with the remainder of the milk. Cover and set to rise. AVhcn it hns risen high, or is covered with bubbles, cook like buckwheat cakes. Bread Muffins—Take four thick slices of baker’s bread and cut off all the crust. Lay the bread in a pan and pour boiling water over it—just, sufficient to soak it well. Cover the bread, nnd, after it hna stood an hour, drain off the water, nnd stir the soaked bread until it is a smooth uniter; then add two tablespoonfuls of sifted Hour and half a pint of milk, and two eggs that have been beaten until very light—adding these last gradually to the ■mixture. Grease some muffin rings,place them on a hot griddle, and pour into inch a portion of the mixture. Bake them brown, and Fend to table piping hot. Break them open with your finger* and spread on butter. These are very light and very nice. t Government Botanloal Oddities. Thero nre many odd and curious speci mens of botanical rarities in the Govern ment Botanicnl Gardens at Washington. None, however, attract more attention than that remarkablo Oriental oddity,tho “barber plant.” It was not given its odd name, as some might suppose, be cause its leaves are like razors or its sap like iHther. Neither will its iuuer baric mako splendid towls (as is said of the “vegetable cloth” tree), or its seeds make razor-hones. It is simply called the barber plant, because tho juices or either the leaves or fruit applied to the face prevents the beard from growing. Mr. Davis says that this does not apply to enses where the beard has taken root, but that it may be applied with perfect safety by boys who desire to keep tho hair on their faces from getting a start. Another oddity pointed out to the in terested visitor at tho Government gar dens is the so-called “cruel plant,"which belongs to tho "fly-trap” order. This vegetable Nero kills just for the pleasure of being a murderer. Tho leaves of tho cruel plnnt exude an intoxicating honny, which regularly attracts flics, bees, buttci flies and other busy little flutterers. The slightest touch of these little crea tures causes the leaf to close in the rear fly-trap fashion, squeezing the intruder out of all semblance of an insoct. A.» soon ns death stops the struggles of the insect and the irritation ceases the leaf slow ly opens, drops the mangled remains lo the floor and automatically sets itself foi another victim.—St. Louis Republic. Remarkable Japanese Timepiece. Japan possesses a remarkable time piece. It is contained in a frame throe feet wide and fivo feet long, representing a noonday hndscnpe of groat beauty. In the foreground, plum and cherry trees anil rich plants appear in full bloom; in the roar is seen a hill, gradual in ascent, from which apparently flows a cascade, admirably imitated in crystal. From this point a thread-like stream meanders, encircling rocks and islands in its wind ings, and finally losing itself in a far off stretch of woodland. In a miniature, pky a golden sun turns on a stiver wire, ytriking the hours on silver gongs as it passes. Each hour is marked on the frame by a creeping tortoise, which serves the place of a hand. A bird of exquisite plumage warbles at the close of each hour, and, as the song ceases, a mouse sallies forth from a neighboring grotto, and scampering over tho hill to the gatden, is sqon lost, to view.-- iron.