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CAHTERSVILLE, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, DEOEMIIER 15, 1880.
THKYOI XO WIDOW.
She is modest, she is bashful.
Free and easy, but not bold—
Like an apple, ripe and mellow,
Not too young,and not too old.
Half inyiting, half repulsing,
Now advancing, and not shy,
There is mischiei in her dimple,
There 13 danger in her eye.
She had studied human nature,
She is schooled in all her arts:
She has taken her diploma
And the mistress of all hearts;
She can tell the very moment
When to sigh and when to smile.
Oh! a maid is sometime charming,
But a widow all the while.
You are sad? how very serious
Will her handsome face become;
Are you angry? She is wretched.
Lonely, friendless, tearful, dumb.
Are you mirthful? how her laughter.
Silver sounding, will ring out;
She can lure, and catch, and play you
As the angles does the trout.
Ye old batchelors of forty
__ Who have grown so bold and wise,
Young Americans of twenty,
With your lovelooks in your eyes,
You may practice all the lessons
Taught by Cupid since the fail,
But I know a little widow,
Who could win and fool } t ou all.
F Vli WO USE THAN A RAZOR.
The Weapons Carried by Modern Romans.
Something About Revolvers.
“Just feel in that duck’s blouse for a
knife before you let go of his hands,”
quietly remarked Detective Shore to a
couple of policemen who were dragging
an angry looking Italian into Central sta
tion. The policeman went through the
Roman and pulled out a wicked looking
knife with a bla le at least eight inches
long. The prisoner had been arrested for
fighting up on Tunnel street and was dis
charged the next morning with a small
fine. lie didn’t get his knife back, how
ever, and it adorns the unique collection
of police department archives.
“That,” said the detective, “is one of the
most dangerous‘concealed weapons’ we
have to deal with. The knife is made
from a file, one of the half round kind,
with the edges ground down until it h as
keen as a razor.
“In their own country these people all
carry knives. It is the custom, and when
they first come here, and until they learn
to talk English and learn something of
the police laws, they cling to the stiletto.
And they are so quick tempered that it is
a dangerous thing for them to carry a
weapon. The Huns arc another class of
people who generally have knives on their
persons, and they are very quick to use
them.”
“What concealed -weapons do you most
often find?”
“Revolvers, knives, handy-billies and
knuckles. The las f three will send a
man up almost anytime, but very repu
table citizens sometimes carry revolvers.
Still, by far the larger majority of guns
are carried by the tough element. People
who have business that takes them into
dangerous places, or who have to carry
large sums of money, like bank messages,
carry revolvers, but they generally go to
the chief of police and get a permit, but
as a general rule your reputable citizen
and business man doesn’t carry a gun.
“We don’t very often find a thief with
a revolver in his pocket, unless he is get
ting out of town or it is at night. The
reason is this: A man known as a thief
is very often arrested on suspicion. The
police think that he may be wanted for
something. If there is 110 charge against
him he gets away. Well, if a revolyer is
found on him he is charged with carry
ing concealed weapons and held until it
can be seen what he has been doing.
Almost any kind of a knife with a blade
over three inches long is looked upon
with suspicion by police authorities when
found on the person of a suspicious or
a doubtful character, and the presence of
any weapon is always damaging to the
case of any disreputable or unknown
prisoner.
“Now I’ll tell you something about re
volvers. It’s a good thing as well as a
bad that there are so many.bad revolvers.
There is hardly a day goes by but what a
case is reported to the mayor’s office of
somebody snapping a revolver at some
one else. A really fust class revolver
doesn’t snap but once, and then if it is
pointed the right way somebody has to
drop. But about two thirds of the revol
vers carried by the toughs are these cheap
affairs, which are not to be depended on
#ither to go off or not to go off.”—-Pitts
burg Dispatch
A HOKRIBLE AFFAIIt IN TEXAS
A few nignt ago a party of eight or ten
men wen tu hou*e of James Connor
a negro wno lives on Big Creek, near
Shepherd, Tex. They called Connor to
the yard, threw him to the ground, cut his
entrails out and left him for dead. Yes
terday morning, bleeding and dying, Con
nor was discovered and was able to giye
the names of the parties who butchered
him. Sheriff Poe immediately organized
a posse and arrested several of the accused
parties aud put them under strong guard.
Some of the most prominent citizens in
the county are implicated in the horrible
affair, and it is feared, on account of the
arrests already made by the shcrifF, that it
may prove disastrous to himself and posse
before morning. The friends of those un
der arrest are desperate, and the sheriff is
a man of nerve; hence serious trouble is
anticipated. Connor was suspected of
being implicated in the Cold Spring mail
robbery, ne ir Shepherd, a few weeks ago-
A woman always tells a secret to some
one bee ms ; she is ; fraid she minht die
and I lion there wou’d be no one lift to
keep it.
“ZEIS” VANCE AND THE CIRCUS
Tiie North Carolina Senator’s Speech After
the Clown Drummed up the Crowd
Baltimore American.
It is rarely a circus and a United States
senator run up against each other, but
such a thing occurred down in North Car
olina a day or so before the election. It
happened that one of the sm ill road cir
cuses of the south struck Wilkcsborough,
Wilkes county, N. C., one day, and found,
to the horror of the manager, that tic
town had been billed for a grand demo
cratic mas3 meeting, with Senator Zebu
lon B. Vance as the great attraction. The
circus had had a hard summer, and the
proprietor thought when it reached its na
tive heath, in North Carolina, it would
strike it right. But the proprietor was
panic stricken when he saw the flaring
democratic posters and heard the people
talking about the great anti-civil service
senator who had more relatives in posi
tions unde the United States government
than all he other senators put together.
After thinking over the matter foi a long
time, the proprietor concluded to go and
see Senato Vance, and see if a combina
tion of the two shows could not be made.
So he ca.ied on the senator, and found
him, as everybody else has, good-natured,
jolly and pleasant. The proprietor men
tioned his fears to the senator, and said
that he feared the opposition.
“Yes,” replied Senator Vance, candidly,
“I am something of a circus myself, espe
cially as I give a free show, and I’m afraid
I will hurt your business.”
“Then, don’t you think it would be of
great benefit to us both if you would ad
dress the crowd from the circus ring un
der my tent and on top of the lion’s cage?”
Senator Vance thought for awhile and
concluded it would be a good joke, and so
he consented. The proprietor of the cir
cus concluded to cut the price of admis
sion down to twenty-five cents, so every
one could come.
Just before the show began, ancl a great
crowd had collected about the door, Sena
tor Vance made his way towards the en
trance, but before he got there lie was
somewhat startled to see the clown
mounted on a chair outside the door and
hear him exclaim:
“Step right this way, ladies and gentle
men ! Here is the greatest show on the
face of the globe. Not only is the show
in itself a whole continent of wonder and
an aggregation of talent never before col
lected together under one name, one roof,
or on one stage, but it presents to-night
an additional feature. Step right up, la
dies and gentlemen; do not be afraid.
Tho lions are caged and the monkeys
harmless. As I remarked, we haye an
attraction to-night which eclipses all the
wonderst)t heaven and sinks into utter
oblivion all the freak3 of earth. This
great feature, ladies and gentlemen, is a
real, live United States senator, who will
address the crowd from the top of the
lion’s cage. Step right up, ladies and
gentlemen. Tickets only 25 cents. We
have reduced the price one-half, so all
can see and hear the great anti-civil ser
vice reform senator, Zebulon B, Vance.
Step up ! Step up, and don’t be bashful.”
The senator thought he had better go m
before he heard any more, and he did.
The clown continued his harangue, and
was the means of filling the tent. After
the regular show the lion’s cage was
drawn out into the ring. A stepladdei
was placed besido it, and three chairs
were placed on top. Then Senator Vance
mounted this rostrum and delivered his
speech. It was a great success. The
people were delighted. When the sena
tor became prosy the lions in the cage be
low grew somewhat restive, and claimed
the attention of the audience —at least of
the spot where the senator spoke. It is
but just to add that the eighth district, in
which Wilkesborough is situated, went
democratic, and it is all said to be owing
to Senator Vance and the circus.
“GATH’S” CAPACITY FOII WORK.
In speaking of book writing, Mr. Town
send once told me that it did not pay.
‘‘The Entailed Hat” had already been
published a year and he said that his re
ceipts from the same were less than one
thousand dollars. It had taken him as
much work in its composition as a year
of newspaper writing, and ho had been
able to do it only by rising early in the
morning and writing at it before he com
menced his news work for the day.
Townsend has a wonderful capacity
for work. He writes 5,000 or 7,000 words
regularly every day, and on a spurt can
increase the amount to two or three times
this number t>f words. He says, howev
er, that he grows tired after two or three
hours’ dictation and requires rest. He
can get along with very little sleep, and
has wonderful recuperative powers. He
does more newspaper work than any oth
er man in the United States, and his let
ters are published in half a dozen differ
ent papers. With it all be finds time to
write poetry, deliver lectures, send out a
magazine article now and then, and write
a novel. He is a great student, and he is
probably as well posted upon the times
with Which lus neav novel deals as any
other man in the world.—Cleveland
Leader.
The Mexican National Railway has
borrowed $3,000,000 in the United States,
and the construction of the road will be
completed.
A lion in Marshall, 111., laid two eggs
of common bizo, which were united by a
cylindric and tube an inch long and half an
iuch in diameter.
A FIGHT WITH A MaDMAN.
Terrible Straggle oh Hoard a ftearner
A Drunken Lunatic Meets His Fate.
New York, November 30. —John
Johnston, a fireman on board the steam
er Crystal, of the Arrow lino, tunning
between New York and Leith, met with
a torrible death this morning. The
vessel lies at the foot of West Twenty
sixth street, and had just arrived. John
ston, who was shipped at Leith, gave
evidence of a disordered mind 0:1 many
occasions during the voyage, and he had
concealed a heavy iron bar under his
shirt, with which 110 threatened to kill
his fellow firemen, nine in number. John
ston went nshoro as soon as the vessel
was docked, and he got crazy with drink,
returning to the Crystal at 2 o’clock in
tho morning.
The drunken madman scrambled on
board and going below found Robert
Henderson, a fellow fireman, sleeping
quietly in his berth. Johnston siczed
him out on the floor fell upon him with
savage fury, Henderson diseugaged
himself as well as he could and ran upon
the deck. Johnston followed and chased
him from end to end of the vessel. Part
of the cargo consisted of oak staves, of
which a number were piled on the deck.
Johnston siezod them as he ran and
hurled stave after stave at the fleeing
man’s head. Twice Johnston overtook
him, and throwiug him on the deck
clutched him by the throat with an iron
grip, endeavoring to choke him tq
death.
While he stood panting near the rail
of the steamer the madman freed himself
from the grasp of those who held him
and made a sudden and unexpected
spring at Henderson’s throat with tho
evident intention of throwing him back
ward over the rail into the river. Hen
derson staggered backward, against the
bulwark, but the force of the assault was
too great for the drunken man. He
went over the rail heading himself and
disappeared under the water with a yell.
All efforts to save the man failed, and
it was not until after daybreak that the
body was found where lie’ had jumped
in, the iron bar in the man’s clothing
having taken him straight to the bottom.
It was also found that he had struck his
head on a ringbolt on tho bulwark iu
going over, and tho blow had crush
ed in In’s skull. Blood and brains on
the iron bolt showed that ho had met
his fate. Johnston’s body was taken to
tho morgue and tho coroner was sum
moned.
RAN AWAY WITH HIS CLERK,
A New York Lawyer Who Deserted Ilis
Wife fora Young Girl,
New York. — William A. McDougall,
if he returns to New York before his wife
secures a divorce, will be in peril of pros
ecution for bigamy. Mrs. Florence A. Mc-
Dougall is still hi3 wife, and he is at
present on a wedding tour with his second
wife, formerly Miss Ida Reilly. At one
time Mr. McDougall was almost a power
in New York, but of late years he has
been under a cloud. Ho is a prominent
Mason, being a member of the Morton
Commondory and of St. John’s Lodge.
He also published a Masonic newspaper,
which no longer is. Up to a week ago
last Tuesday night he was a member of
the law firm McDougall & Conlan, No. 81
New York.
Last spring Mis3 Ida Reilly tired of
home life with her three-year younger
sister, to whom she had been a mother for
six years since their mother died, and she
learned type-writing. She obtained work
with the law firm mentioned and soon the
clerk noticed that the senior member of
the firm had a great deal of business over
the curly black head of the pretty bru
nette type-writer. So plain w r as the
affection displayed that Mrs. McDougall
heard of it and began a suit for divorce.
She was coaxed olf by her husband for a
time. Outside the office McDougall de
voted all his time to the young girl. Mrs.
McDougall went home to her parents.
An open and bare-faced escapade with
Miss. Reilly caused the wife to reopen euq
in earnest and it is still in the courts.
On the 16th inslant Mr McDougall told
his pardner, Mr. Lewis J. Conlan, that he
was going to Kansas City on business and
that he would return in time for Thanks
giying. M'isa* Reilly ‘ did not tell her
father that she was also going, but she
went. The runaway pair departed on
the same train on the Pennsylvania Road
for the West. They were married in
Jersey City before they started. Nobody
belieyes that they will ever return.
THE TOOK CAN DIN ATE.
‘Ah, my good friend,” remarked the
affable stranger as he alighted and warm
ly shook the hand of an honest farmer,
“I am glad to meet you. You ha'-e a
fine place here, good buildings and a
well cultivate! farm. Hr,? is the wife
aud little ones?”
“Tole’rble,”
“Glad to here it. By the way, Mr.
Suoozeuberry, I see you hnvu.no light
ning rods, I want to soil you a couple for
your house and—”
“Are you a iightnin’ rod agent!” cried
the old man with a look of relief.
“Yes, sir.”
“Gimme yer hand again, then—thank
goodness it’s no worse. Come into the
house and sit down—l thought at first
you was another candidate for some
county ofliee!”
1511.i. STL'S ROY HOOD.
Recalls tvilll Sadness (lie Juvenile
Faina ami Pleasures of Youth.
If I were a boy again, endowed with
the same wild passion of plucking water
melons ip the dark of tho moon, writes
Bill Nye in the Boston Globe, I would
uo doubt fall a victim to that overmas
tering passion as I did before, but look
ing at it as I do now, I would be wiser.
Boys cannot, however, have the mature
judgement of manhood without the expe
rience and rheumatism that go with it.
So it is better that in our chidhood we
may bo able to cat a raw turnip with
safety, and know something later iu
life.
I notice a great change in myself while
comparing my present condition with
that of joyous boyhood. Then 1 had no
sense but I had a good digestion. Now
I haven’t the digestion.
The hurrying years have cavorted over
my sunny head until they have worn it
smooth, but they have left n good deal
yet for me to learn. lam still engaged
in learning during the day and putting
arnica on my head at night.
Childhood is said to be the most glad
some period in our lives, and in some
respects this statement may be regarded
as reliable, but it is not all joy. I have
had just as much fun iu late years as I
did in boyhood, though the people with
whom we have boen thrown in contact
claim that their experience has been
different. I hope they do not mean any
thing personal by that.
I do sometimes wish I could boa boy
again, but I smother that wish on ac
count of my parents. What they need
niost is rest and cliago if scene. They
still enjoy children, but they would like
a chance to select the children with whom
thev associate.
My parents were blessed with five
bright-eyed and beautiful little boys
three of whom grew up and by that
means became adults. lam iu that con
dition myself, I was eldest of the fami
ly with the exception of my parents. I
am still that way. My onrly life was
rather tempestuous iu places, occasion
ally flecked with sunshine, but more
frequently with retribuion. I was not a
very good roadster when young, and so
retribution was most always just in the
act overtaking me. While outraged
justice was getting iu its work on me, the
other boys escaped through a email aper
ture in the wall.
SAM HIRE.
The Slayer of John P, Simmons Wants a
Pardon.
Sam Hill, the slayer of John P. Sim
mons, has been heard from.
It will be remembered that Ilill shot and
killed Simmons in the barroom of the
National hotel in 1878. He was tried and
convicted, and was sentenced to the pen
itentiary for life. Before he could be sent
to the penitentiary, his lawyers succeeded
in proving him insane,and he was placed in
the lunatic asylum at Milledgeville. There
he was given a good deal of liberty, and
one day lie walked away and remained
away until this day. From time to time
various persons claimed to have met him
in first one city and then another. It
was even said that lie had been seen iu
Atlanta. These persons may have been
correct in statements, but Hill was never
molested.
Yesterday Governor Gordon received
a long letter from Ilill dated 'at Kansas
City, Mo. Hill reviews his case and begs
for clemency. The letter was taken
under consideration by tne governor, but
gave no intimation of his intentions in
the matter.
It is not known what Hill is doing in
Kansas City, nor is anything known of
his mental condition. When he was 111
the asylum, Dr. Powell, the suprentend
ent, regarded him as an almost hopeless
mono-maniac.—Atlanta Constitution.
THIS YEAR’S STYLE OP GIKE.
The popular thing in girls this year is
dashing ’arid straight and strong. She
meets mankind with an impetuous stare
as she strides along the street, with her
chin in the air, her shoulders well back,
and her arms swinging to and fro. This
w'eek settled it. The opera brought so
ciety back, and the proper girl came
romping home with flashing eyes and the
ruddy glow of perfect health showing
through the nut brown tan of the sum
mer's campaign. The clinging [ girl
with s tender eyes, the ro
mantic girl with yearning glare, the do
mestic girl with the purring voice, the
•‘brilliant” girl with her turbid French,
the smuggling girl with her artful smirk
and the girl who clung to the skirts of
mama—they are gone, all gone. They
went away in a lluttcr with timorous
screams at the snort of the engine and the
rush of the burly world. Now tiiey’ve
comeback, but they are not the same.
Instead there’s an army of lofty, gay,
intrepid, mettlesome, dashing girls, who
swagger abroad with delicious feminine
audacity, and who have brought the
breeze of the mountain "top, the salty
flavor ol the ocean’s edge.and the buoyant
air of the Berkshire hills into tbc vei}
i , New xoi k.
heart of dirty, dusty and a * o ' wn , )iiS cvcr
Of all the types that * ° ith her higll .
seen, the su j tl iug style and winsome
bred look, Manliness, is far and away
assump' l '-’". toh i u g thing the world at
NUMBER 31
TIIIiOUGn NIAGARA KAI'IDS.
A Man and Woman Make the Trip In [n
Barrel,
Niagara Falls. —George Ilazelett and
Miss Sadie Allen, ol Buffalo, went through
the whirlpool this afternoon in the tor
pedo-?! tped barrel used by Ilazelett and
Potts last summer. They were in tho
rapids and whirlpool five minutes and
were taken out of the eddy on the Cana
dian side, just below the whirlpool, three
quarters of an hour later, in good con
dition. Miss Allen is a respectable girl,
eighteen years old, a petite brunette and
rather pretty.
Miss Alien as she appeared at tho ferry
read} to enter upon tho perilous journey
wore a neat walking dress. Taking off
her hat and jacket aud throwing a shall
over her head she stepped lightly into tho
barrel through the manhole, tucking her
garments closely about her and laugh
ingl} remarking, "come George,jump in;
Ira all fixed. ’ Soon after Ilazelett
stepped into the craft, fastening himself
in tup end opposite to that occupied by
Miss Alien. Just thirty minutes from
the time tho barrel was towed out into
tho river it reached the whirlpool.
Tlio start was made from the Maid of
the Mist landing, on the Canadian side.
When the barrel reached the maelstrom
it shot right into the centre ofthe pool,
making two or three turns. Leaving the
pool, tue barrel followed the current out
toward the Canadian shore, and down to
the outlet of the pool, where it got into a
large eddy and botbed around for half an
hour. Friends near by shouted to the
occupants ofthe barrel, when Ilazelett
opened a small door on the top, and Frank
Lawson threw a rope from the shore,
which Ilazelett secured and the barrel was
towed ashore. After coming out of the
baj rd,llazelett and Miss Allen had a tramp
of a mile and a half, through brush and
over boulders, before reaching the top of
the precipice.
A Maine minster was recently treed by
a bear and kept there for au hour. Ho
says Ire will never preach a long sermon
again in his life.
Tv rung doing is a road that may open
fair, but it leads to trouble and dauger.
Well doing, however rough aud thorny,
surely leans to pleasant places.
Many a young man who has been too
bashful to propose to a girl has had her
fa|her come into the parlor at eleven
o'clock and help him out.
There are three great lights—of nature,
grace, and glory. What the light of
nature cannot make manifest, that of
grace can; aud what grace cannot, glory
will.
Poverty will never be banished from
the world. More virtu springs from
property than wealth. If there were uo
poverty many virtues, would cease for
need of a field for exercise.
Atlanta lias thirty-six wine rooms,
open and doing a flourishing business.
It is shrewdly suspected that more than
one blind tiger is chained uuder the
counters of these rooms.
Lady to small boy—“Then you never
had educational advantages?” “No,
mum, not that I. know of. I’ve had
airy siplas. If what you said is worso
nor that, I don’t wauter catch it.”
A Japanese writer says: “Men aro
like instruments; one cannot do the work
of a chisel with a hammer; one cannot
make a hole with a saw; the principal is
the same with men.”
An Illiuois editor defines a philanthro
pist as a zealous person bent on doing
the greatest possible good to the great
er possible amount of other peoplo’s
money.
Every pebble that you kick wit your
foot, if thought about and treasured,
contains the secret of the universe.
The commonplaces of ou r faith are tiro
food upon which our 'aitli will most
richly feed.
Science says a body weighing one
hundred pounds on the earth would
weigh two tons on the planet Jupiter.
The planet Jupiter must be the place
where the average fisherman catches his
fish.—[Tul Bits.
“Who are the benefactors of the hu
man race?’ thundered the lecturer, as he
bought his baud down upon the desk with
a thump that mad? a wafer spout rise
out of the pitcher; “who are the benefac
tors of ilie human race, I ask?”
“I guess I’m one of ’em,” said a little
squint-eyed man, rising in a back seat.
*The lecturer was rather taken aback,
but after a pause he managed to in
quire:
“And what have you done—built a
railroad?”
. ‘‘No, sir; I’ve invented a hed-basr
poison.”
The lecturer smiled a sickly alJ3tlo aJt ,
the andiened roared with J* a ß l>ti 1 ‘
• , the back or limbs, and
Usually Bctth overpowers its victims
often so and labor have to be
that u!-i Our readers should remem
-1 that Hood’s Sarsaparilla is not recom
meruled as a positive specific for rheuma
tism; its proprietors, doubt if there is, or
can be, such a remedy. But many people
who were most severely afflicted, state
that they have been positively cured by
Hood’s Sarsaparilla. The disease is often
the result of impure blood—hence the
power of this great medicine over it. Its
success in mmy severe cases justifies us
in recommending its use to all sufferers
from rheumatism. 100 Doses One Dollar.
Dec. 1 m.