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VOLUME V. THE OLD RELIABLE HEADQUARTERS FOR SANTA CLAUS, • —=* mwM ram —— MAKE SOMEBODY HAPPY, IS AT—— WIKLE & CO.’S BOOK, STATIONERY AND NOVELTY STORE. CART33nSVIIjU, &A. PLEASE REMEMBER THAT We will sipply suitable goods for Christmas present? at the most reason able prices. You are invit'd to consider the merits of our entire stock, including wißWMjyrawi, mmmm 9 Beautiful pocnas in gilt cloth and fancy leather bindings, Photograph and Auto graph Alburns in leather, plush and leatherette bindings, Scrap Books, Picture Frames, Gold Pens. Jewelry, Pocket Books, f-hopping Bags, rocket Knives, Fancy Cups, Mugs, Plates, Vases, Toys, Dolls, Games, Boys’ Wagons, Etc., Etc. Don’t forget that we have Picture Books and Gift Books at all prices, from two cents to fifteen dollars cich. mu a ©®. Wholesale and- Retail FURNITURE HOUSE. * TO . -.— — | I Lave on hrmd one of the largest stools of furniture ever exhibited in North Georgia, and can lit you up in a handsome suit of lur niture f _>r lUtle money. Cull and see if I don t DUPLICATE ATLANTA PRICES. Saefobd L. Vandivere. 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.