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VOL. VIII.
A VISIT TO MRS. FELTON.
Home-Like Pictures by a Fair
Correspondent.
Thought h of *t Practical \V'’inan
_ \ Look at Carteravllle —Some of its
Noted Wen —It I*rouilincr Future.
Hiss Mam! Andrew*, the charming
porietv editress of tin* Constitution, thus
.rniphieally describes a late visit to Car
tersvilU* and the home of Mrs. Felton:
‘•J found Mrs. Felton waiting for ine at
tl„, station, and lier bright face, with its
halo of snowy hair, was like an early
primrose ’mid the snow. She gave me a
clioory greeting and said :
•‘We will drive around the town a little
before going out home. And there’s Sam
tone’s house,” she said, as we drove up
one of the principal streets. It was a
handsome home, surrounded by pretty
grounds.
“I wish you could see his Shetland
ponies,” sin* said. “He lias a lot of them
that the children drive.” g
“How many children has he?”
“Seven. Then he is educating two
young girl relatives with his own daugh
ters. He does a great deal of charity.”
“What do you think of Sam Jones?”
“I’m very fond of him, indeed, as are
most of tin* people who have known him
all his life. It’s a good sign to see a man
beloved by his home people. Sam Jones
Inis made a great deal of money, and he
does good wit li it, too. I can’t begin to
tell you of the charity lie has done
among these poor people around here.
There’s a store of his,” as we passed a
large brick building, “and further on
there’s one of his large plantations.”
As we neared Mrs. Felton’s own farm,
she pointed out another large planta
tion, adjoining her own, that belonged
to the great Georgia preacher, and from
these indications, and other accounts of
plantations, it seemed that Sam Jones
had about gotten what Henry George
wanted.
The horse we drove was a mule of
twenty-four summers, but sturdy and
strong, and able to kick if necessary.
Ho went at a lively gait, and his mistress
said that she preferred him to any of the
homes, because there was no danger
about a good, steady mule, and she was
right. L never felt liable to be run
away with by a mule yet, and as I watch
their heels closely, I’m ready to draw
back at the flicker of a fetlock.
When we drove in that wide old farm
house gate we were greeted with wel
comes from barnyard and pasture.
1 was a child again in a minute, ready
to put on my litt’o sun-bonnet and go
out and hunt hen nests and milk cows
and ride colts.
A beautiful collie came bounding out
to meet us and gave us a hearty greet
ing as we entered t he cosy house, with its
noble old host. What a bright cheery
home it was! What a hearty crackling
welcome the great hickory fires gave!
There was a big fire in every room and
the hearths and fireplaces were all white,
like those 1 remember at my grand
mother's—the kind they were that chil
dren were scolded about dropping grease
on. We sat down and chatted till dinner
was announced. Then we went in and
partook of corn bread made of home
raised meal, turkeys from the poultry
yard and homo raised sweet and Irish
potatoes, and butter and buttermilk
fresh from the churn. There in that
simple farm-house sat one of the ablest
men and the most brilliant women of the
South; a man and woman who had been
feasted by Presidents ‘ and diplomats.
They sat and laughed at the grand State
dinners, at the bad dishes people pre
tend to like and the rare game and un
eatable entrees that had been set before
them, and in their very homely simplicity
lay the highest beauty and power of
their natures.
The talk fell on Washington life and I
asked Mrs. Felton who she considered
the most Charming and brilliant woman
she had known in Washington society.
“Mrs. John Logan,” she answered.
“She had a manner that made all classes
and conditions of people welcome. Dur
ing the years I was in Washington it
seemed to me that many of the South
ern families sent there were cold and con
strained because of the Republican ad
ministration, I never had that kind of
feeling, and met the advances of the
Northern Senators* wives with a warmth
equal to their own. I learned to love
and admire many of them.
“The saddest slander that I ever knew
in Washington society was that concern
ing Kate Chase Sprague and Coukling.
1 believe it was utterly false, 1 remember
t he day tliatthe story was published that
Mrs. Sprague was said to be throwing
notes to Conkling during an assembly.
1 was sitting near Mrs. Chase that day,
nnd Mrs. Don Cameron threw a note over
Mrs. Sprague’s shoulder to her husband,
nn<l that was the groundwork for the
falsehood.
“Now you mustcome out into my barn
yard and see my fowls” said my hostess
shortly after dinner. She showed me her
fowl house and said mites were unknown
to it.
“Nobody need have mites in their fowl
houses,” she said. All they have to do is
to ventilate the house. See this one ; s
ventilated on every side. I cover the
floor with oak leaves. Now come down
to the pasture and let me show you my
colts.”
The farm house is in a valley and on
this perfect day onecould view the moun
tains for miles around. The atmosphere
was a clear, tranquil blue, such as the
turn toward spring time always brings.
The warm grass beneath our feet was
soggy with frost moisture. The pasture
a square of half a mile, was sown half in
bermuda and half in clover.
“1 believe ben'nuda is to be the salva
tion of the Southern stock farm,” said
my-hostess, casting her fine clear eyes
over the field. Clover will fail us in dry
weather, but the bermuda is fresh all
during the parching season and my stock
thrive upon it. There are my horses,
now. Aren’t they beauties?”
She gave a soft call and the pretty
things lifted up their heads, arid a young
colt came trotting toward us and nestled
her face up against her mistress’s shoul
der. She was a beautiful animal, half
percheron, four feet tall, and only
eighteen months old. There were three
other colts in the pasture and four mares.
Mrs. Felton raised all the colts herself,
and bought the mares with money made
by her own industry.
“This mare,” she said, laying her hand
on a pretty bay animal, “represents in
part thirty dollars from the Forum-. I
received that much for a short article,
and put my brains in a horse.”
If the horse in question had possessed
a white and a blazed face I might have
suggested that one’s brains might be
taken out by the same quadruped, but
this gentle animal was of a mild and
amiable countenance, suggesting no evil
propensities.
“I am going to turn my attention to
stock raising now,” said Mrs. Felton,
“and I believe I can make it a success.
The people of our country would do bet
ter to plant less cotton and raise stock
and supplies.”
“Wouldu’tyou liketo move to Atlanta?
Don’t you want to give up your life
here?” I asked.
“No. I could have moved to a city,
but one’s interest is where one’s property
is. Then I like the out-door life. If the
women of our country had more of it
there would be less bad health and fewer
sallow complexions. Half of creation
needs more fresh air than it gets. While
Dr. Felton was at the legislature this
winter I managed the farm entirely. I
rode from one end to the other of this
large plantation always once, and often
twice, a day, and felt better for the exer
cise. Yes, I like farming, and should be
content to have my son farm all his
days. I believe a man can serve his
Maker and walk in the path of peaceful
power more completely as a farmer than
in any other calling. I love thecountry
people. I think of them, their lives and
their interests. What lives of untold
sacrifice some of these simple people lead!
See that farm house over yonder? It
contains a widow and seven children, the
only one able to do much work being a
boy of about twenty. That young fel
low took hold of the farm when his
father died and supported the whole
family by his successful industry. His
mother is a great invalid and he is ten
der as a woman with her. I tell you,
these rich people know nothing of the
sacrifice and noble beauty of humble
lives.”
We went on and had a look at the
Jerseys, soft, velvety creatures they were,
with great dark eyes like those of women
who had loved and suffered in silence.
There were some pretty little calves, the
image of their mothers, save in solemni
ty of deportment.
“Now we are at the great water basin
for miles around,” said Mrs. Felton, as
we came to the end of the valley. “These
springs would be a fortune to any one
able to make a summer resort here.
There are fine springs of lime, iron and
freestone water right here. The Indians
knew the value of these springs and used
to come to them from miles around.
Now, we will go back to the barnyard.”
She called and the fowls came flocking
to her. There were a large flock of tur
keys, pure registered bronze, whose scale
like feather armor, glistened in the sun
light. One, an immense turkey cock,
spread his feathers and strutted for our
especial benefit. He was a big fowl, but
he did not seem half as big then as a
little old strutting turkey cock that, used
to fill me with terrors in childhood.
There were Bramahs, and Plymouth
Rocks, and Cochin Chinas, everything,
in fact, that ever clucked in a barnyard.
After our view of the chickens we
mounted steeds and rode over the plan
tation. We had an attendant, one Solo
mon Jackson by name, who rode a mule
most dilatory in movement. Solomon
said that mule “didn’t want to go,
nohow, an’ when mules didn't want to
go dey was pestiterous, sho ’nough.”
He rode up to the top of the
CARTELSVILLE, GA., THURSDAY, JANUARY 17, 1889.
highest mountain for miles around.
Below us lay the valleys sleeping in the
evening sunset like children beneath a
mother’s good night kiss. To the north
came the slow grey smoke from Gover
nor Brown’s iron mines. Afar in the
distance lay the city of Cartersville, a
village destined to become a great city
in days to cotn.e The furnace, which is
now being erected there for the manu
facture of iron will make bessemcr pig as
cheap as ordinary pig iron and it will be
the first manufactory in the South to
make steel from native ores. Mr. Mar
tin, the energetic vice-president, says he
expects to have the furnace in full blast
by the first of next January.
Truly our North Georgia country is
full of riches and the people have only
to use their hands in gathering it
together.
TURN ON THE WATER.
Mr. Jeter Arrives to Begin Work on Car
tersville's Water Works.
Mr. W. A. Jeter, of the Jeter & Board
man Gas and Water Company, arrived
in the city Monday, with his engineer,
to locate the site, and begin the work on
our water works.
The company is offered inducements in
the matter of location, but will not de
termine on the site definitely until the
engineer has fully investigated the sur
roundings, and then tnis important
plant will be located with a view to per
manent adaptability.
Mr. Jeter says the idea is to begin with
a view to supplying a city of twenty-five
thousand people with water, and then
let the city grow up to the system. He
has located and put in operation water
works in several other Southern cities,
and knows exactly what he is doing.
When a city begins to grow, and ex
pects to make manufacturing a promi
nent feature —and manufacturing is
mainly what builds American cities —the
first thing needed is a good system of
water works. Nearly everything else
that comes wants plenty of water.
The moving of the first dirt in prepar
ing for this enterprise will be an impor
tant event in the history of Cartersville.
One of the most important items in
the consideration is the question of fire
insurance. Few people have any idea of
the large amount of money which goes
from here every year to the insurance
companies. The small additional tax
necessary for introducing water works,
and preparing for protection against
fire will be saved to property holders in
reduced rates of insurance, thus offering
greater iducements to build houses,
shops, etc. The rate on central property
can be reduced at least one-half by a
proper course of action.
The company who have the contract
is a live concern, and should be afforded
every possible facility for hurrying on
the work.
It will be a red letter day for Carters
ville when we turn on the water.
THE COUNTRY’S GRAIN CROP.
Department of Agriculture Report oil tlie
Corn, Wheat and Oat* Yield,
i
Washington, Jan. 12.— The December
report of the Department ot Agriculture,
which publishes in detail the estimates of
some of the more important crops, makes
the production of corn 1,987,790,000
bushels, grown on 75,072,703 acres,
valued on the tarm at $077.561,580, or
34.10 per bushel, against 44.4 for the
crop of 1887, a decrease of 23 per cent.,
the product of 1887 being 27 per cent,
less in value than that of 1888. The
yield of the commercial belt of the seven
corn surplus t Sates averages 33.2
bushels per acre; the Atlantic coast
south of the Potomac averages 11.2
bushels of comparatively poor quality.
The wheat aggregate is 41.4 868,000
bushels, grown on 37,336,138 acres,
valued at $384,248,030. The average
yield is, therefore, 11.1 bushels per acre;
winter wheat 11.6 bushels, and spring
wheat 10.3 bushels .per acre. The
average farm value is 92.6 cents per
bushel against 68 1 cents for the pre
vious crop, a difference due more to
foreign than domestic scarcity.
The aggregate for oats is 701.737,000
bushels grown on 269,982,87 acres, and
valued at $195,424,240. This is 27.8
cents per bushel against 30 cents for'the
crop of 1887.
A comparison of the aggregate values
shows that tliepreseut corn crop is worth
only $31,000,000 more than the previous
one, and wheat $74,000,000. The oat
crop is worth $5,000,000 less.
See About This.
You will find it to your interest to read
the new advertisement of R. H. Garwood,
which appears elsewhere in this paper.
Thev mean business when they propose
to have a closing out sale, without usual
profits on prices. They have no old
shelf-worn stock to work off, but a lot of
choice seasonable goods. The ladies,
especially will be surprised to find how
cheap they can get beautiful late style
dress goods, and many other things they
need. Don’t fail to price their goods.
BARTOW SUPERIOR COURT.
The Spring Term Opens Last
Monday.
Judge Mi lner’s First Appearance on the
Bench—A Notable Charge to the
Jury—The New Solicitor.
The spring term ol Bartow Superior
Court opened last Monday.
When the usual hour for opening ths
court arrived, the new judge, Thomas
W. Milner, of this city, sat serenely in the
stqnd, and with an easy, yet stern man
ner set the machinery, of the court in
motion.
After the several officers had been in
structed and the several juries had been
organized, the grand jury filed out into
the court room and received the usual
charge, and never was fuller, more
i borough instruction given to a like body,
upon their general duties, in Bartow’S
temple of justice.
Judge Milner charged in an impressive
way the law as prescribed as his duty
generally, on numerous lines, by Georgia’s
code, and there was none of the hum
drum, too frequently observed, about his
maimer. Everything was lucid, expres
sive and full of meaning. Then he touched
specifically upon theimportant questions
of the prohibition law and its proper en
forcement, the road laws and the law in
regard to our educational affairs. He
congratulated the people of Bartow
county on the prevalence of the prohibi
tion law and presented some statistics
in!regard to the relative existence of
crime in places where the law does and
does not prevail.
“There are” said he, “two hundred and
fifty thousand whisky criminals in the
1 nited States. Judge Gilpen. chief justice
of the State of Delaware, says that one
tenth of the crime was directly traceable
to intemperance. Judge Noah Davis, of
New York, says that more than seven-
eights of the crime committed in this
country which involves personal violence,
are traceable to the use of intoxicating
liquors. The United States Commis
sioner of Education in his report, says
that in the New Hampshire State Prison
65 inmates out of 91 admit themselves
to insure beau intemperate; again, in the
Connecticut State prison it was found
that more than 90 per cent, had been in
the habit of drinking. Rhode Island also
estimates 90 per cent, in the cells of
her prisons as drinkers. Massachusetts
authority says of the 14,314 inmates of
her prison, 84percent, were intemperate.
Carefully prepared statistics show that
more than two-thirds of the murders
committed can be laid at rum’s door.
That 75 per cent, of all our criminals
become such while crazed with rum, and
that 96 per cent, of the tramps and
worthless youths of our land swarm from
drunken homes —nests of crimes—made
such by rum. Kansas has one hundred
thousand more people than Texas. Kan
sas has one penitentiary with 990 pris
oners. This is the result of prohibition.*
Texas has one hundred thousand less
people and the liquor traffic Texas has
two large penitentiaries with three
thousand criminals, and the spring
courts will add about five hundred more.
It is easier for society to crush out this
monster than to take care of its fruits.
Crime has lessened in Bartow county—no
one can deny that —but the evil still ex
ists, for occasionally we see evidences of
the use of liquor. Where does it come
from? Is it being sold or furnished by
some person in some dark corner? If so,
you should find it out, gentlemen.”
Upon the laws regarding the public
schools and their management through
out the county, his remarks were burn
ing truths that appeared in the light of
revelations, and found a response in
every thinking mind. “By tlie general
appropriation bill passed by the General
Assembly last December, the public
schools are fully put on the same plane
with the other departments of the State
Governimjnt. The time had come for
this. The cause of education was lan
guishing except in certain centres of pop
ulation and wealth. The public schools
were starved to death for the want of
support. They proved practically worth
less, and their crippled existence affected
most injuriously the practice of main
taining schools by private patronage.
On account of the lack of proper educa
tional advantages, the people have been
leaving the country to settle in towns
and cities where they could obtain proper
school facilities. One of the most serious
dangers tending to disturb the founda
tion of our civil institution, is the in
fluences of the illiterate vote. This vote
is controlled in small part by the advice
of intelligent men; in great .part by the
management of shrewd men. The most
dangerous element in the vote of the il
literate is not simply that ignorance dis
qualifies for rational judgment upon pub
lic questions, but it fully qualifies the
voter to become the ready tool of bad
men. In Georgia in 1880, the total
white illiterate vote was 28,571; in 1870
21,849. In the colored vote in 1880,
116,516 illiterate, and in 1870, 10,551.
These figures show that illiteracy in our
State between the years 1870 and 1880,
increased and doubtless the next census
increases in the same or greater propor
tions. But what has the grand jury to
do with all this? We will look into the
matter and see. The public schools are
regulated by law and those whose duty
it is to enforce the law are subject to the
rigid investigation of the grand jury.
Under the law this county comprises an
entire school district. The board of edu
cation which controls and manages the
system in the comity, is elected by the
• . .
grand jury. This makes the grand jury
responsible for the efficient management
of t he schools.”
On the duties of the grand jury in re
gard to tin* public roads Judge Milner
dwelt at length. “No country,” said he
can prosper and advance in material
“growth as it should where the public
roads are almost impassable during a
larger part of the time. The law of this
State aims to give us good roads as a
result of theenforcement thereof. The law
requires the roads to be worked in the
best possible manner. What does this
mean? I will be so extreme as to say
that this means that the foundation,
the drainage, the materials, the proper
slope to be given, the merits of the hill
side or valley should be up to the stan
dard oi requirement of a skilled engineer
in the construction and repair of our
country roads by the force and skill
which we have to apply under our laws.
To be worked in the best possible man
ner does not mean that the road hands
under the supervision of the overseer of
roads assemble along the roads in
their district one or two days in the year
with shovels to throw the dirt from the
sides to the middle of the road and scoop
out shallow ditches to carry off the
water and put earth brakes at intervals
or declivities so that after heavy rains
the dirt is washed away, the ditch made
deeper and if any dirt remains in winter
it freezes and thaws and horses and mules
plow through it up to their knees almost.
He strenuously recited the fact that
justices of the peace are ex-officio road
overseers. In cities or in towns where
the main streets go unworked three
months, then it becomes their duty to
summons hands and apportion fliein out
the same as the regular overeeer might
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do.
He admonished the jury to look dili
gently into the way that, not one, but
all of thecounty'sofficials had performed
their duties and to avoid the stereotyped
presentment, “we find the books of so
and so neatly and correctly kept,” unless
it truly expressed what it said.
In closing his charge he said: “Gentle
men, this is agoverntnent of law and not
of men. Lot us do our duty. Then we
may expect the plaudit: ‘ Well done good
and faithful servant.’”
Col. A. W. Fite, the new solicitor, goes
about his duties in a way that would in
dicate that that part of the law’s admin
istration involving on him will be prop
erly seen to. He is a live man, and it
witt not be long ore his praises are sung
as one of the best officers in the State.
The grand jury got down to business
at once and will rush everything in their
jurisdiction. It is splendidly officered in
H. J. McCormick as foreman, and Charles
McEvven as clerk.
The court's business is confined to civil
work this week, and next week the crimi
nal docket will be taken up.
COURT NOTES,
Wesley Roberts looks natural in bis
old position as sheriff. *
The grand jury is a fine looking body
of men.
Judge Milner is a hustler on the bench,
and believes in pushing business.
Solictor-general Fite startes out for
a brilliant career in that important of
fice. The State’s interest is safe in his
hands.
AYe never saw a better corps of bailiffs
than those on duty in this court.
The fact that comparatively few law
yers from elsewhere attend our court,
speaks volumes for the ability and reli
ability. of Cartersviile attorneys, especial
ly when we consider the large amount of
business transacted in this court.
The grand jury is a hard working
body, and they are making thorough
investigation of all matters that legally
comes before them. Their general pre
sentments will doubtless be important
and interesting reading matter to the
people of the county.
Air. W. M. Graham has received the
appointment of stenographic court
reporter for this circuit. He is eminently
qualified for the position, and we con
gratulate our friend upon his appoint
ment.
The puffing, rattling, rolling and blow
ing of the railroad engines greatly inter
feres with the transaction of business.
* EH
The Judge and attorneys are on a strain
much of the time to understand each
other’s remarks. Couldn’t we have the
railroads removed?
Out of three women living- in one hous.e
in Walker county, there are two wives,
two mothers-in-law, two daughters-in
law, three mothers, two grandmothers
and one great grandmother.
CAS3VILLE PEN-PICTURES.
Christmas Time* Then and Nun Some
BetlectioSH,
We are sitting by a blazing, sparkling,
cheerful wood fire, ruminating on the
Christmas of to-day pud the Christmas
of the past, and in contrast we are led
back in retrosj>eetioii to the halyeou
days when CussviHe was the empire town
of North Georgia, and was the home of
sixteen hundred of as happy people as
were ever congregated in a village. The
old square brick court house, with its
little park of trees, grasses, flowers and
walks, was the grand center from which,
radiated down the well* ordered streets,
happy homes, in every one of whi> h were
heard the merry, silvery voices of joyous
children. Christmas times was but the
harbinger of good dinners, parties, music
►and the tripping of the fantastic toe.
Bird and rabbi* hunts were the order of
the day by the boys, and the nights were
made luminous with fire works, and the
shooting of guns. Everybody seemed
to be under the benign influence of old
St Claudius. The learned and dignified
would throw off their dignity for the
time and become children again. The
old grandfather would frequently forget
his rheumatism, and for the purpose of
the encouragement of some bashful
swain lead out a blushing damsel and
head the first cotillion, throwing in a
few fantastic steps to show how the
thing was done in his day, while the <jrand
mother would sit complacently in the
corner and induct the younger ones into
the mysteries of “Bound the rosemary
bush,” the farmer and his jug of cider,
consequences the selling of the pawns,
etc., and the house would be brought
down with joyous laughter when a bash
ful youth was commanded by her to bow
before his sweet heart and say :
Hickory bark and whiteoak filling,
I’ll marry you if mam and dad are willing.
Christinas was considered then to last
a week, and everything was bent and
made subvervient to the full joy of the
occasion. The young ladies and gentle
men assembled in parties every night of
the week, and it mattered very little
whether the Christmas moon gave her
light or whether old Boreas unlashed his
wind dogs and sent them howling
through the streets with spashes of rain
or drifts ofVnbuv the party was an es
tablished fact. And oh ! what a joyous
good time they had, for their minds,
souls and bodies were in the occasion.
But that oasis of supreme joy was de
stroyed at last, and the boys and girls
of that period were scattered to the four
points of rise compass. Some of them
are living however, to-day, and, like my
self, are ruminating and easting back
ward glances down the vista of tlie past,
and bringing out in bold relief upon the
tablet of memory the names of the boys
and girls of the old town from 1850 to
1860.
Though the old town isbut in memory,
it is like the shattered vase in which the
bouquet of roses has been garnered, there
is a faint but lingering sweetness of the
good old times.
The boys and girls still have their par
ties, as of old, but there seems to us that
there is a false staudard of.etiquette that
has crept in that destroys part of the
joys and loses to them two precious
hours, to say nothing of the worry to
the good lady of the house. J refer to
the custom and practice of going to par
ties at nine o'clock at night. I know
that it is not agreeable to the father and
mother of the household, and 1 am sorry
that the young ladies and gents have
caught this city etiquette. I am proba
bly an fogy in this, but I will die with
the belief that 7 o’clock is more appro
priate‘than 9 o’clock for the occasion.
But innovations will creep in, and new
fangled notions get into the heads of our
boys and girls, but they are all right. I
will make a favorable comparison in
morals, shrewdness, modesty and beauty
with the balance of the world, and our
girls, as far as knowledge of household
affairs are concerned, they are far supe
rior to what their mothers were, and our
boys are willing to take hold of the plow-.
So we are gradually making improve
ments on the old stock, which is putting
the thing in a very strong light. * *
Wliat We Would Like to See.
Snide shows give us the go-by.
Everybody owning structures use paint
to freshen up their looks.
Our new city government wisely,
fearlessly yet judiciously look after our
municipal interests.
The baneful cigarette banished.
All our new enterprises prosper.
The CourAnt-American liberally sus
tained and its usefulness in consequence
enlarged.
The county roads properly worked.
The prohibition law continuously and
completely enforced.
Governor Gordon’s salary raised.
All our merchants do a good business.
All our farmers prospering.
Everybody contributing to Carters
ville’s growth in all essential particulars.
Cartersville’s people using Cartersviile
manufacf ured ice this summer.
NO 32.