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A NOVEL NEW NEW YEAR’S IFT.
“ So you won't have me, Nellie? You
are sure you won't marry ine?”
l*rctty little Mrs. Nellie Willard
looked meditatively out of the window
into the quiet village street, as If among
tl* leafless trees and on the frost-bound
landscape she could find the answer to
llarry Levison's questions.
Then, after a moment, she turned
her face toward him—a face as fresh
and fair in its peachy bloom ns many a
young girl ten years her junior.
“ I—l—am—afraid I can't, Mr. Le
vison.”
Mr. Levison looked her straight in
her bright blue eyes—such lovely blue
eyes, soft as velvet, and the color of a
violet that had bloomed in the shade.
“You are— ‘ iif mid’ —you can't, Mrs.
Willard? Answer me another question
—yes—or no—do you love me?”
She blushed and smiled, and looked
bewitchingly.
“Why, Mr. Levison, 1 mean Harry,
of course 1 do—like you ! I always
did, ever since I first knew you, years
and years ago.”
“When Will Willard won the prize
all we fellows were striving for! So
you liked me then, Nellie, you like me
now? Then why won’t you many’ me?
You’ve been a widow for three years
now. Isn't that long enough to mourn
the virtues of the departed?”
“ You wicked man ! As if 300 years
could ever teach me to forget poor, dear
Wilson.”
Her bright eye reproved him sharply,
and he accepted with good grace.
“ Granting the truth, Nellie, that
your deceased husband was a good fel
low and a loving partner, I still cannot
see why you refuse me. That is the
subject under consideration at present,
Nellie! Why won't you marry me?”
Then Mrs. Willard’s face grew a lit
tle paler, and her plump, fair hands
trembled.
“Because, Ilarrv, because Wilson
Willard, on New Year's day, made me
promise never to marry again.”
“Stuff and nonsense! What if he
did. A bad promise is better broken
than kept.”
Mrs. Willard twisted her ring uneasi
ly, ami looked at the illuminated shield
of the stone.
“ I know it is,” she said slowly
“ but—”
Mr. Levison looked earnestly at her.
“ Yes— ‘ but what, Nellie? In all
respect 1 say it—poor Willard is dead
and gone ; and you've been true to his
memory all these long years, and what
has he to do with you now?”
“ I know,” she said, meditatively,
“but—but, Harry he made me solemn
ly promise never to marry again under
penalty of his everlasting displeasure.
And—don’t be angry with me, Harry,
will you? But I almost know he would
appear to me!”
The lovely blue eyes were lifted in
such piteous appeal to his, and the
pretty little widow made such a nerv
ous move nearer to him, that it was the
most human thing in the world for Mr.
Levison to put his arm protectingly
around her and assure her he was not
angry with her.
“ So you believe he would haunt you,
Nellie, if you broke your promise? A
sensible little woman like you to verita
bly believe in such superstitious fol-de
rol! And, after having waited for ten
years of your married-life, and three
years of your widowhood, you condemn
me to hopelessness for the sake of such
a chimera—for the sake of such a shad
ow as your husband's ghost!”
And Nellie looked imploringly at
him again, and her lips quivered, and
the tears stood in great crystals on her
long lashes.
“Oh, Harry, how cruel you are ! You
know I love you better than all the
world, only—l dare not marry again !
Don't be angry—please don't be angry
with me!”
And Mr. Levison looked down at her
lovely face, and assured her he never
could be angry with her, and then went
away heaping maledictions on the head
of the defunct husband who had been
tyrant enough to burden his young wife
with such a promise.
The last sunset rays were flinging
their golden and scarlet pennons on the
pale, blue-gray sky, when Mr. Levison
opened the door of his cozy sitting
room at home, to be met by the laugh
ing face and gay welcome of a young
gentleman, who had evidently been
making himself at home while he
waited.
lleigho, Levison ! Surprised to see
me? ]low are you old fellow —how
are you!”
Mr. Levison stared a second, then
greeted him warmly.
“ Fred Willard ! Where in the name
of goodness did you spring from? Why,
I thought you were not to sail from
England for a long six months yet. Old
boy, bless you, I'm glad to see you, al
though for "the instant I confess I was
startled—you are the living image of
your brother W ilson. eve been dis
cussing ghosts, you know
Young Willard’s eyes gleamed mis
chievously, as he interrupted irrever
ently :
“ 1 We, is good, Levison. lou mean
my pretty little sister-in-law. of course.
I know she religiously believes in 'em.
I know lain impatient to see her —for
the first time since Will’s funeral.
Mr. Levison had been looking thought
fully at the embers glowing, like melted
rubies, behind the silver bars of the
grate: now he turned suddenly to
Fred, and laid his hand persuasively on
his shoulder.
“ See here, Fred ; you arc a friend of
mine, and I am about to put your friend
ship to the test, 1 want you to do me
VOL. II—NO. 23.
a very great favor ; will you?”
Fred laughed.
“ Will I? Of course I will. What's
up?”
And Mr. Levison turned they keys of
the doors, and the consultation lasted
until the housekeeper rang the dinner
bell.
Five hours later the moon was just
creeping over the tops of the trees,
making a perfect fbsxl of silver-gold on
the quiet scene, and Airs. Willard, with
a fleecy-white zephyr shawl and her
arpe brown hair, was standing at the
kitchen door, on her return from a tour
of insjMsetion to the snug little barn
and carriage house, which she had per
sonally seen was secure for the night,
ever since her husband's death.
Her cheeks were flushed to the tint
of an oleander flower by the keen kiss
of the frosty air, and her eyes were
glowing like blue fires as she stood
there one moment in the broad band of
white moonlight that lay athwart the
floor like a silent blessing. Then, with
a little involuntary exclamation at the
perfect beauty of the night, she went
in, locked the door after her, for her
three servants were all retired l'or the
night, and then gave a little shriek, for
standing in the self-same accustomed
place he was wont to occupy, and look
ing as natural as if it were himself in
the flesh, was her husband. She stifled
her shriek, and tried bravely to feel
brave, but her heart was tearing around
very undisciplinedly as she realized
that she was looking upon a bona-fide
ghost—a veritable inhabitant of the
land of eternal shadows,
“Will!” she said, faintly, with her
hand tight on the handle of the door,
“ Will, is it you?”
His voice was precisely as it had
been in the old days—mellow, musical,
a little domineering—Will’s undenia
bly, unmistakably,
"“ Who should it he hut I, Nellie, and
come on purpose to communicate with
you.”
“ Yes?” she gasped, but what for?”
I have tried—l have done everything
that I thought you could wish. There
is nothing wrong, Will?”
The pale, moon-lighted face, the
speechless black suit, the spotless linen,
the very same in which lie had been
buried, the low, familiar voice—it al
most paralyzed Nellie, and yet, aided
by the very material contact of the door
nob. she stood her ground and listened.
“ Nothing wrong with you, Nellie,
but with me. 1 came to bring you a
New Year's present.”
“ Nellie was startled, and at
him curiously, wondering what lie had
brought from the other world.
“1 present you,” he said. “ with your
liberty, for I can't rest in my grave
knowing the wrong I unintentionally
committed in binding you to perpetual
widowhood for my sake. I come to re
voke my decision —to give you my full
permission to marry again, and my ad
vice to marry Horace Levison. Promise
me you'll do it, and I will rest peace
fully forever.”
“ Oh, Will!—if you will say so—if
you think it best —yes !—yes, I will!”
Her face was pale enough now to
have past for a ghost herself.
“Go look at the big-clock in the
dining-room, Nellie, and see if its near
the stroke of twelve.”
She went dumbly, mechanically, at
his behest; and, when she came back,
he was gone and the moonlight streamed
in on an empty room.
Then the reaction followed, and Nel
lie flew up to her bed room, and locked
the door, and covered her head with a
shawl, and sobbed and cried hysterical
ly, until her over-wrought nerves found
relief in sleep.
The next day Mr. Levison sent a
little note over, apologizing for his
seeming discourtesy in not coming to
tell her good-by on his sudden depar
ture for an indefinite time, and telling
her that her cruel decision never to
marry agalh had been the cause of it,
and that they might never meet again,
etc., etc.
To which Nellie, all pale, alarmed
and crimson with confusion, penciled
an answer assuring him she had changed
her inind, and begging him to come
over to lunch, to see her, and meet her
brother-in-law, who had only just ar
rived from abroad.
Of course Mr. Levison came, and it
didn’t take two minutes to settle it, nor
did he laugh at her when she solemnly
related her experience of the night be
fore.
“ For it was his ghost, Harry, just as
true as I am alive and speaking to you !”
“ A jolly—l mean a thoughtful, pains
taking spirit, Nellie! Lless his ghost
ship, we'll hold him in eternal remem
brance.”
Nor did his countenance change a
a feature, even when he and Nellie and
Fred Willard discussed the marvelous
ly obliging kindness of the departed.
Nor did pretty, blooming, blushing
Mrs. Nellie ever for a moment dream
that her visitant was Fred himself,
assisted by a wig and false whiskers
—nor was there any need she should
know, for her happiness was secured,
her conscience at case.
HARTWELL, GA., WEDNESDAY. JANUARY 30, 18T8.
A Scene in Judge YYluirfleldN Court.
Wa*kini*o (<fa). Uanttf.
Many ludircous tilings occur in our
county Court, over which Judge (’. 10.
Wingfield presides with the strictest and
most even-handed justice, and with a ju
dicial dignity amounting almost to stern
ness. t)n Monday there was a scene
enacted which shook even the stern dig
nity of Judge W. A negro living on
Mr. William W. Rhodes’ place came to
town on that day in astute of great in
dignation and determined upon having
legal vengeance upon a colored neigh
bor. He repaired to Judge Wingfield's
court-room and coming before that mag
istrate said he wanted to “git de papers
fur to rest Ji in Hoard fur steal in’ my
lmg.”
“Did Jim steal your hog?” said the
Judge.
“ Dat lie did boss, sure."
“ Well, how do you know? What
evidence have you?” inquired Judge
W.
Negro—“ Plenty evidence boss. I
know lie done tuck dat same black bar
ror hog sho.”
Judge—“ Well, tell me how you kuow
it ?”
Negro—“ Well Jedge, I tell you all
bout it, zactly how 1 come to know it
was Jim Heard tuck my hog. You sec
boss, I had a black barrer what come
up cbery night and moruin’ fur to git
his feed when I call him. Well, tother
day in dc mornin’ when I cull dat hog
he never come 'tall but lie was missen.
Well boss, dat very same day Jim
Heard lie come by my house an’ he
axed me if lie mightn’t git some broom
straw outen er my field, and 1 told him
yes hemout git it. So I knowed frum
dat, dat Jim he done tuck dat hog sho,
cause Jim had plenty broom straw in he
own field. But dat ain’t all, boss, cos
dat eheniil I went ober to see Jim and
staid dar to supper, and when ho wife
was cookin’ supper I smell fresh meat
powerful strong, and when we go fur to
eat supper Jim had plenty fresh meat,
and I knowed den dat fresh meat wus
some uv my black barrer lmg.”
Judge— * Well, is that all the evi
dence you have ?”
Negro —“ No boss dat aiu’t all, I got
God’s evidence, and data de best kind,
its betternyour law Judge, your law is
folks’ law and it can’t stun’ fore de law
of God.”
Judge —“What do yon mean, how
have you got any evidence from God?”
Negro—“ Well, Judge, we sifted him,
and flats dc best law, cos its God’s law.”
Judge—“ Sifted him! What do you
mean by sifted him ?”
Negro—“ Why Judge we sifted lnm
wid des fer, c >rdin ler de Bible. We
tried him wid de sifter ami data dc nig
ger stole my hog and I wants de papers
fur ter search him cordiu ter de law of
it.”
Judge—“ Well tell me more about
your evidence from the Lord ; how did
you find out anything with the sifter ? 1
don’t understand that way of getting at
the truth?”
Negro —“ Don’t you boss? Well its
de best way slm, an’ I’ll tell all about it.
Arter I done been an’ eat supper at
Jim’s house, I cum home and I tole my
old ooman that Jim have plenty fresh
meat at he house; she say right away,
Jim feedin you wid you own meat, dat’s
why de black barrer didn’t come home
dis mornin’ nor dis ebenin’ midder fur
ter get he feed when you call him. Jim
got (hit hog slio, and 1 gwinc cotch him,
I gwinc to sift him. Bo she got dc sif
ter and she stuck de pints ob her scissors
in dc rim, an' den she put her fingers
through de holes in de handles like as
if she were gwine ter cut something wid
em and hold de sifter up and call ober
all dc names uv de neighbors and of ev
erybody she knowed, aud dar de sifter
stay, never move tall. But de very
minute she say Jim Heard; de sifter
jump right often de pint uvdem scissors
and roli straight cross dc floor right to
wards Jim’s house and nufliu nor no
body couldn’t stop it.”
Judge —“ What, do you call that evi
dence?”
Negro—“ Sartin I does Judge, and 1
calls it de very best sort, cos its God’s,
and its bettern your law, and I wants
ile papers fur to search fur my hog and
fur to rest Jim Heard on a felenuy, fur
he stole dat black barrer sho.”
Judge—“ Why do you say this is
God's Jaw, and is according to the Bi
ble?”
Negro—“ Cos, don’t de Bible say dey
shall be sifted and de chaff shall he sep
arated from de wheat? Hat’s whar we
gits it and its so too.” *
The Judge gave him a search war
lant, placing much more reliance, how
ever, in the fact that Jim had fresh
meat for supper than in the way the
sifter rolled at the name of Jim.
A ham well packed in pulverized
charcoal, after the usual smoking, will
keep for years. Butter put into clean
pots, and well surrounded with char
coal will keep for twelve months. This
is the antiseptic quality of charcoal,
arising from the fact that each atom has
the capacity of absorbing a thousand
times its bulk of deleterious gases, and
thus keeps what it surrounds in perfect
purity.
Eacfsifor.fllame Who (turn Kerosene.
Cent.-at AVw Jeftey Timet.
Kerosene oil is one of the products
derived from refined crude pctrolium
ns it comes from the well.
The oil is always more or less danger
ous, according to the amount of vola
tile gases left in it.
Every lamp filled with the oil is lia
ble to explode after burning several
hours.
But no explosion will ever happen
with a lamp full.
The danger comes from a constant
generation of an invisible vapor in the
confined space above the oil. This va
por, w hich is inflammable, is caused by
the heat of the burner communicated
to the oil; but it will not explode unless
exposed to the flame. The metal at
tachments on lamps often become 40’
warmer than the oil, which is itself
sometimes as high as 200’. Hence ker
osene, to he entirely safe, should be near
150° proof.
But very little of the oil used is as
good as this. Of sixty-three samples
tested, only eight were found entirely
safe. This will account for the terrible
loss of human life from the almost uni
versal use of kerosene oil. In the Uni
ted States alone, last year, over 100
deaths per week were reported from ac
cidents by kerosene.
A simple test is to place a tnblespoon
ful of the oil in a saucer and apply a
lighted match; if the oil ignites, it is
unsafe, never use it. 11' it does not take
fire it is not necemtarity safe; because the
temperature of the oil in the open air
is not so great as that in a burning
lamp.
The only reliable test is one made by
slow ly heating some oil in which a ther
mometer is placed, constantly noting
the number of degrees and applying a
lighted match, not to the oil, hut to the
vapor, if any, just above the surface.
If the oil flashes below 120’ reject it.
This flashing point is the temperature
at which the oil emits an inflammable
vapor, and depends upon the quantity
of naptha or gasoline in the oil. 'lliis
point should always be higher than the
temperature that the oil ever reaches in
a lamp, which is often 100 degrees.
Cautions. 1. Keep the metallic paris
of lamps clean ami the air passages
open.
2. After a lamp has been burning
three or more hours at one time, never
relight again till filled.
3. In extinguishing the light, turn the
wick down quite low and allow a few
seconds to intervene before blowing out
the flickering flame, or, heifer still, do
not blow it out,, but let it ‘ flicker” out.
Not as Bull as he Looked.
lie was a stupid darkey, anybody
could Me that, and as he walked into a
Vicksburg grocery store, some of the
idlers that congregated in that neighbor
hood determined to play a joke on him.
He walked up to the landlord and asked
him for work—anything, no matter what
it was, so long as it paid a living. The
landlord had no work, but referred him
to Bill Dobbins, who sat on a chair near
by, with his feet perched on a barrel.
Bill had the reputation of being a ter
rible wag, and as the darkey approached
him, the hoys crowded round to see the
fun.
“Boss, I'm hard up; can’t you give
me a job?” asked the negro.
Bill looked up, winked at the hoys,
and replied:
“Yes, I think I can; if you’!! feed
yourself and furnish the stock, I'll get
you to do some ploughing for me.”
Bill laughed at this witty sally, the
boys laughed and the landlord roared,
Bill lieing one of his best customers.
The darkey scratched his head, appear
ed to reflect a minute, and then re
marked :
“ 1 can’t do that, boss. I has a propo
sition just like that this morning, ami as
tin! other man came first, I think he
ought to have the preference.”
“ What was it?” inquired Bill.
“ Well,” says the darkey, “ I asked a
man for work this morning,and he says:
If you’ll furnish the lines and the bait,
I’ll give you half the fish you ketch.”
Bays Bill:
“ I believe that puts the drinks on
me!”
And they drank.
Plotijhlnj die hod of <nc Ocean.
lioHion Journal of Ghevni* ry.
During the past summer we witnessed
deep-sea ploughing in the harbor of Bel
fast, Maine. The bottom of the hay is
covered with a tenacious, clayey deposit
into which the steam shovel penetrates
with difficulty; and to loosen it a huge
Michigan plough was set to work under
the water, drawn by steam power on the
shore, using a wire rope to form connec
tions. The water at high tide was
about twenty feet deep when the plough
was working. The man that held it
was enc-sed in the diver’s armo - , and
supplied with air by a flexible tube con
necting with an air-pump on board of a
vessel floating above. He came up at
our request, and after removing his air
tight helmet and conversing a few min
; utes, was again put in connection with
the pump, and, disappearing under ihe
water, went on willi the ploughing.
This to us was a novel proceeding, and
so fiir as we can learn, it wus the first
experiment of the kind ever made.
He Was Strictly Honest.
Iltiioft free Trent,
A citizen of John K. street not only
keeps u score or more of hens, hut, the
family take pride in them, and the
slightest noise in the backyard at mid
night amuses every inmate of the house.
A morning or two since a weary look
ing old chap culled at the side door
with a dead lien in his hand, and when
' the servant girl had summoned the lady
I of the house he said :
“ Madam, as I was walking clown the
alley just now a l>ov jumped over your
fence with t his dead hen in his hand.
I am jioor and hungry, hut I'm honest,
madam. This hen belongs to you.
She will make you a beautiful dinner.
1 ask for no reward, madam, though the
smell of colfee almost makes me crazy
with delight.”
“ Those had 1 n >y—they ought to he
shut up !” exclaimed the indignant lady.
“So they had. madam. It is a sin
to murder a young and healthy hen in
this sudden manner. I could have
taken the body and sold it, hut I would
not do so base a thing. No, madam, I
am as hungry as a wolf, hut 1 am hon
est. There is your hen, lady, and al
though I need food 1 will not .”
lie laid I lie hen beside the door and
was going away when sho asked him
to come in and get breakfast, lie ac
cepted the invitation, cleared the table,
and hod been gone about five minutes
when the girl called to her mistress :
Why this lien is frozen us solid as
a rock, and only about half of it is
here!”
The lady investigated, saw tlint it
was a “corpse" which had been kick
ing around for days, and us she rushed
for the front gate, there was a bright
red spot on each cheek, but the man
was out of sight.
Trialing Off* e Secrets.
tit Cluiltepnl/lieait.
A properly conducted printing office
is us much a secret ns n Masonic Lodge.
The printers arc not under oath of se
crecy, blit always feci themselves os truly
in honor bound to keep office secrets ns
though triple outlied. Any employe in
a printing office who willingly disregards
this rule in relation to printing office
secrets would not only be scorned by his
brethren of the cruft, but would lose his
position at once. We make this state
ment because it sometimes happens that
a communication appears in a newspa
per under an assumed signature which
excites comment, and various parties try
to find out who is the author.
Let all be saved the trouble of ques
tioning the employes of the printing of
fice. They are know-nothings on such
points as the-e. On such mutters they
have eyes and ears, no mouth, uml if
they fail to observe this rule, let them
be put down as dishonorable members of
the craft.
It is the same in job printing. If any
thing is to be printed and kept secret,
the proper notice be given of the desire
of secrecy, and you might ns well ques
tion the Hphynx as one of the printers,
so that even the secret books for lodges
are printed without fear.
A Much Wounded Man.
Wi.rettl-.r (J'o-.)
Among the lodgers at the station
house lust night was William Brown, a
native of Mississippi, who served in the
confederate army and hears marks of
four severe wounds. He was in the Sec
oml MisH'Hsipi regiment at the battle ol
Shiloh, and a bullet passed through his
face, from the left to the right side,
and breaking the jaw hone in three
places. On the right side of the face
two of the breaks (lid not knit, and a
piece of the jaw; with two teeth, can b<>
moved around at will, presenting quite
a remarkable case. He also lost one of
his little lingers, was shot in the calf o :
one leg, and has a deep sabre cut in one
side of his body. He is a good-natured
little fellow, standing five feet one inch
in height, ahd is thirty-five years old.
This is his first visit North, and he
thinks the weather pretty cold, lie is
on his way to Boston to visit his broth
er, hut intends to return South again in
a few days.
Loving Friend*.
Never cast aside your friends if by any
possibility you can retain them. We
are the weakest of spendthrifts if we let
one drop off through inattention, or let
one push away another, or if we hold
aloof from one through petty jealousy
or heedless slighter roughness. Would
you throw away a diamond because it
pricked you ? One good iriend is not to
lie weighed against the jewels of the
earth. If there is coolness or unkind
ness between us let us come face to face
and have it out. Quick, before the love
g-ows co’d ! Life is too short io quar
rel in, or to carry black thoughts of
friends, it is easy to lose a friend, hut
a new’ one will not come for calling, nor
make up for the old one.
WHOLE NO. 7').
IION. 11. H. HILL.
The OUt CttpittU throws the following
hand grenade at the great Southern or
ator lien. 11111. It is interesting and
leppery;
When Mr. Bejnmin 11. Hill wns a
candidate for Senator in opposition to
true and tried Tom Norwood, we wero
opposed to his election. Onr reasons
wore that while we had every confidence
in Mr. Hill’s ability, we had no confi
dence in his stability, and, if the truth
must lie told in. Ids honesty. We !♦*-
lieved it was a dark day for Georgia,
when by outside pressure and sinister
influences be was made Georgia's Ken*
utor. The legislature in electing him
failed to represent the wiulies of the
majority of the people of the State, and
now that, lie is elected, Mr. Hill, seems
to take a peculiar pleasure in misrepre
senting their views and opinions upon
nearly, if not all. the important meas
ures ihnt come before the Congress of
the United States.
We might go on and enumerate in
stances in which lie lias thus acted. Hut
we pass them over to consider the most
important—that of Ids position upon f lie
financial question now pending in the
national assembly. In tins, Mr. Hill has
proven that he is one of three things,
a fool, a knave, or nil insufferable egotist.
Few people have accused him of the
first, lie is sharp enough, in fact, too
sharp. As to the second, opinions are
divided, and so far as the third goes, ev
ery man who has ever seen Hill, heard
Hill, or read Ben Hill’s writing is al
rendy convinced. It is of little moment
however, whether lie is one or another
of the three, the result is just the sumo
to Georgia and the country at large.
But to the specifications. That the
contraction policy of the Specie resump
tion hill is ruinous to the country, is
attested by ever}' wire that flashes
failures and suspensions, strikes and
riot s to the four quarters of the globe.
The time set for it is months off and yet
every day’s telegrams bring us news of
the failure of men in every line of busi
ness. suspensions of apparently healthy
ami sound monied corporations, and all
the other miseries and ills growing out
of paralyzed industries, prostrate enter
prises, and nnremunerative labor. If
.Mr. Hill cannot see this, lie is a fool. If
i seeing all this, lie for personal consider
ations—there are those who do not hesi
tate to charge it—gives t lie weight of his
vote and influence to the money power
of Wall street and the holders of gov
ernment l>onds. then he is a knave ; and
if aside from these two, he thinks that
i lie knows more about the financial oon- >
ditinu of this country than all Georgia
put together, and that his genius and
j statesmanship are equal to the task of
averting the <1 ire-anil widespread calam
ity that w ill overtake Georgia and the
Union if this iniquitous measure is not
repealed, then it is an exhibition of ego
-1 ism so sublime, if sublime such a thing
may be, which, even those who have
I known so well his weakness in this di
rection would never have thought him
capable of.
For all this, let Mr. Hill’s action oomc
from what motive it may, there is one
remedy—a violent one it may be, but
violent diseases require violent reme
dies. The people are sovereign. Let
them take the matter in hand, and
through the proper party methods de
mand of Mr. Hill, liis resignation of his
high olllee. They certainly have the
right to demand that he shall represent
their views or give way to a man who
docs. For ourselves, we should rejoice
to see such a move, and in so mithori
tive shape that Mr. Hill, egotist, knave
or fool though he be, should not dare
disregard it.
The Valdosta Thnet and one or two
other journals we wot of, have taken
up the cudgel in Mr. Hill’s defence. Wc
advise them to go slow. Wc have seen
people bite oir more than they could
chaw, and we opine that the man who
essays to defend the honorable Senator
Hill against attack from all the follies
and mistakes into which his knavery,
want of judgment, or egotism may lead
him, will find themselves with a heavier
load and steeper grade than they bar
gained for.
An Old Kentucky Duet.
Frankfort Commom9tal h Jl ulrjepurt Letter.
A duel was fought at Soap Island,
in Bridgeport, in 18150. The partici
pants were Shelton and Kingsbury.
Shelton thought it was real; Kingsbury
knew it to he a joke. The guns were
loaded with soft soap. Shelton won
the first fire, banged away and dropped
l>el ind a log. Kingsbury walked up, put
the muzzle of the gun against the head
of Shelton and pulled the trigger.
Such a looking man was never seen.
Soft soap covered his head entirely. In
the agony or dis pair Shelton reached
up, got a handful of soap and exclaim
jed : “ Oh. my poor brains ! my jxx>r
! brains !” lteulizihg the hoax, he sprang
up and chased Kingsbury off the island
with rocks, swearing all the while like
a sailor. She'ton afterward enlisted in
Houston’s war, and made a good sol
dier. Coming back from Texas, he
, passed through llardinsville with his
gun on his shoulder. One of his old
friends cried ouf, “ Halt!” He did so.
“Present arms!” lie presented.
“ Make ready !” He did so. “Take
aim!’” lie aimed. “Fire!” And ho
j wheeled, and fired right at the fellow,
the bullet just missed his head, went
through the door and dropped on the
floor inside. Shelton took to his heels.
In the civil war he made a brave sol
dier, was unflinching in his attention to
| duty, and died like a soldier at Mis
j sionary Ridge.