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YELLOW FEVEB BLACK VOMIT. It U toonoan to forgitl toy*of terrible which will n . 4ortW return in :i wore tualig* UWit uiml virulent fonu in the tall month* of I*7!>. HKIIUi:iJ/N IIU'AIIMC, a <ti*> ruvcivd iii uih ,n Xmlmmahil *•! with mirk won ilortul rvMiiltH in Smith A merit* a where the nomt ax* uravnUMl iiwwM of ivgr uiv fouml. chumo* from one t* two mince* of hUe to be ftlferett or Rtminml front the hlMxl each time it |rt**o* through the Uvcr, am lotlgH* All cXrc* of bile oxi*t*. By it* \\ i*n<h rtiil action on the I.lvor ami Stomaeh the IIKPATINK not only prevent* to m certainty nnv kiinl of Fever him! Muck Vomit, Imt ahm ore* lit ultu he, <nu*ti fMtitm of 4ho Jh>W la, i>ya|*ejMia am! Malarial tlt co*o*. No one noetl fear Yellow Fever wlm will expel tin* Malarial Poison ami oxrtw of l!le from tlie bltxwl by iiMinjx MKKKELLS IIKPATINK. which i* atilt! by all DmuuiMtM in *4T t‘t>iit ant! #I.OO btittloM, or w ill he went hy e\|JtvM by Uie lYoprictore, A. F. MF.KKELL A CO., Phila., Pa. Dr. Pemberton's Stillingia or Queen’s Delight. rp\ The report* of womlerful cureeof Khomnntl*m, Scrofula, Salt Rheum. Sv|iHllla, Cancer, ftlrera am! Sony*, that t ome from nil parts of the country, are not uuLy um.ukablc but o lniraculou* uu to bo tloubfeil w its it not for the Abundance of proof. K EM ARKAIILE CURE of S< ROFULA,J\c CASE OF COt*. ,r. C. MIAN SON. Kingston, Ga., September 13, 1871. G> \T# ’ For sixteen yeor* thaw lieen n great *uf ferer trout Scrofula in it* mwt Hiatt'caning forum, t have lieen confined to my room and lanl for fifteen \ ears with Wtofulouß ulceration*. The most ftp* proved rcnie.lbss for aucli ca*e* had b**en ttmal, anti the n**t eminent pbxateians consulted, without any decided benefit. Thus pm*t rated, di*trea*ed, de sponding, was advised by l>r. Ayer of Floyd county, ila . to commence tho use of your Coni)M>oitd Kx traet Stillingia. Pan gunge is as inAutttcieut to de scribe the relief 1 obtained from the use of the Stil- Jingia as it is to convoy' an mlaqiinte idea of the in tensity of my sntleriug before using your medicine; sutlii lent to say, 1 abandoned all other remedies and continued the use of vour Extract of Stillingia, un til 1 can say truly. “ f am cuml of all pain,” of all disease, w ith nothing to obstruct the active pursuit of my profession. More than eight months have elapsed since this remarkable cure, without any re turn of the disease. For the truth of the above statement, I refer hi any gentleman in Bartow* County. Ga.. and to the members of tlm bar of Cherokee Circuit, who are acquainted w ith me. 1 shall ever remain, with the deepest gratitude. Your obedient servant, J. C. BRANSON, Att'y at Law. A KIIUCLE. AYeat Point, Ga., Sept. Ifi. IH7O Gents: My daughter was taken on the g.lth day of June. 18G3, wiih what was supposed to he Acute Rheumatism, and was treated for the same with no success. In Match, fallowing, pieces of bone began to work out of the right arm, and continued to ap pear till the bono from the elbow to the shoulder joint came out. Many pieces of hone came out of the right foot and leg. The case was then pronounc ed one of White Swelling. After having been con fined about six years to her bed, and the case con sidered hopeless, 1 wiih induced to try I>r. IVnibci ton s Compound Extract of Stillingia, and was so well satisfied with its effects that 1 have continued tin* use of it until the present. My daughter was confined to her bed about six years before she sat up or even turned over without help. She now sits up all day, anil sews most of her time—has walked across the room. Her general health is now good, and L believe she will, as her limbs gain strentli, walk well. I attribute her re covery, with the blessing of God. to the use of your invaluable medicine. W. B. BLANTON. West Point, Ga.. Sept. 16. IH7O. Gents : The alx>ve certificate of Mr. W. B. Blan ton vknow and certify as being true. The tiling is so : hundreds of the most respected citizens certi fy to it. As much reference can be given as may be required. Yours truly, CRATTFORD A* WALKER, Druggists. HON. 11. D. WILLIAMS. ' Or. Pemberton** Stillingia is pre pared by A. F. MERRELL & GO., Philadelphia. Pa. Sold by all Druggists in SI.OO bottles, or sent by express. Agents wanted to canvass everywhere. Send for Book—“ Curious Story”—tree to all. Medicines sent to poor [people, payable in install ments. USE THIS BRAND. YORKjj^^^ Trade Mark Registered February 12, 1878. 25-100 CHEMICALLY PURE. BEST IN THE WORLD. Aufl letter t&an any Saleratus. One teaspoonful of this Soda used with sour milk equals Four teaspoonfuls of the best Baking Powder, saving Twenty Times its cost. See package for valu able information. If the tcaspoonful is too large and docs not produce good results at first, use less afterwards. 131 LITTLE SPEEDY • CORN SHELLER! IT IS HIGHLY ENDORSED By Gen. Frank Cheat* M ham, Gen. Harding Gen Li.i- Hickman, Col. Overton and lnan y others of the s*’ largest farmers of Ten tal ncssec, and is the most ( <S§ perfectly made CORN SHEERER ever manuu f •\V --JUSk. factored. A hoy ten years old can shell from t ( ‘ n to twelve bushels >' ! an hour, It nubs either .. ed'l of the ear, and i shells seC'l corn perfcct ; WA M&P 'y- lt is co.7 ve n'nt. *> - cheap and durable, - t takes oft’ fi*wy grain, will “hell any size flora from 11 pop ” corn to thfl largest ear. For Sale by E. B, HENSON h CO, j/XKCnilUs SAI.K. i% Will u- sold before tVe eourthouii' ilwr i| lb< t.owu <>f llailvtoll iii Han v<*nity.. dnrintf tin* L-zui JiourK of hu4<-. oi the. first Tuesday in Novoinboriiffxt, Ihe iollovrijijx tiiu .f <A lsutl Jviug and bcluff in Kitiil county, it in-iun Hi** tract cl lapel whertunj Judge* ]VliciijaJi <ii tea. dtyuifcfed. l?\vd M ti?** time of hi* 4cat b. Said laud is hounded on tvo et*ut Uy the Sa yaanoli lilvc;, .on tke pbrtji by M\ Johnson, and o* ;he Houtli by l#n<L Ik U *1*1:1 Eg to t’th‘*rlw° t'arks and /)therß, and on the \y<*t by laud* Uioiiging t*> A. Sandora and others; eabl trav.t of land contains one thousand ai s, more or loss. There ia on treat nf land one limidn and acrea ofgood river bottom bind. Said tract of land lias o* if good ordinary improve ments. and is in a high state of cultivation, Term* of wab*: twenty-five hundred dollars eah. the ix mainderon twelve months credit with note and is**- Ciiritv at ten pi r Lent, interest from dab- ot note, Anv person that wishes a good home, will do well Ui go ami look at sab 1 tract of land for hansel, Sad tract of land is sold as the property of Micajah < .r tei deceased for the purpose of paying tils debts of jid estati*. and for distribution anong the heirs. / Any person wishing U buy €M apply to the hxeeai tors of said . state, as they are empowered by the will to sell said land privately. m Sept. 10th, 1H79. 1 Jft&JiSS* i TO M AKE MONEY Jsfaii;intT\ :iml fast, agcnln should address yiNLET. IIAKVEy A CO Atlanta. Ci* The Hartwell Sun. By BENSON & McGILL. VOL. IV—NO. 7. CAUGHT IX HIS OWN TOILS. The ringing sound that came from a blackened smithy told that the smith was smilhcning steel. The smith who swung the ponderous hammer was a man of no common muscle. He was young and remarkably band some ; but there was an evil lurking in bis cold, black eyes which would have repulsed the close observer. The light of his forge rendered ghostly the objects in the remote cor ners of the shop ; but it fell brightly upon the strange looking piece of steel he was hammering. It resembles tho jaw of some im mense trap, strong enough to hold a bear, and the wonder was that the strength of man could prepare it for its prey. If any man in Middletown could control such a trap it was the man whose hands were fashioning it. For a long time David Thrall had been working of nights, with Ids shop barred to visitors, and the clang, clang, ' clang of his hammer had sounded in the furtherest corner of the growing village. He was a man of strong passions, the first to resent an insult to a friend, and the last to give up an argument when he found logic against Inin. No person had bothered him while he swung the hammer over the terrible steel trap which be was making. It is true that a few boys look#! in at the window at the inauguration of his work, but his maddening threats against them had kept the prying ur chins away. “ I told her that she should never laugh at my love and live to boast of it to another man!” David Thrall said aloud, one night, as he paused to wipe great drops of perspiration from his brow. “ She laughed then, and told me not to let anger get the best of me, and thought I would forget it. Forget ? Never!” and the hammer came down vcngefully upon the glowing steel. “ I am making this trap because you rejected my love, Agnes Temple, But it shall not tear your pretty skin. No. no ! I would not injure one of your golden hairs ; but I am going to teach you that there is one in Middletown whose heart cannot be trifled with.” Thus lie talked to himself, while lie stood over his anvil and swung his ham mer, whose every blow told on his hor rible mechanism, and hurried it toward completion. That night he finished it. lie did not come to a halt until lie reached the iron track than ran over the ! road which he was traversing. Middletown had not been honored | })y the steam cars, which, as if to taunt I the place, left it half a mile to the west. David Thrall threw down his burden, j and a sigh of relief escaped him. Then he struck a match and looked at his watch. “He passes about 9,” lie muttered. “ The passenger goes by at 10, then the lightning express.” He spoke with a fiendishness almost foreign to the human heart, and set to work fastening the strong chain attach ed to his infernal trap to the iron rails. He had evidently studied this pail of his work, for he performed it in dark ness and then rested. But the end was not yet. ARM WITH HAMMER, BRAND. lie held it in the light of his coal fire, and pronounced it perfect; smiled upon it with pride, showed that he had strength enough to master its jaws. “ Now, my boys, we'll try it.” David Thrall put his trap into a sack, smothered the fire, and left the smithy, lie walked rapidly toward the outskirts of the village, seen by no one, for the night was dark and the wind high. It was in the autumn of the jear, and the yellow leaves of the trees fell around him in golden showers. But he did not notice them any more than to brush an occasional one from his long beard, begrimed like his face with the soot of his shop. Throwing himself upon the spring, he set the trap, and the terrible jaws were ready to close upon their victim. i’.be wind threw leaves over the trap, as if intel't on aiding the jealous black smith, and, as the clouds scurried westward, he saw the star gleams fall upon the leaves that covered it, It was a picturesque place which Da vid Thrall had selected for the deed upon which he had set his heart. The road was narrow—indeed, not more than a path—that led to Middle town, and the home of Agnes Temple. lie knew the man he hated would traverse it before dawn, and he knew, 100, that his trap would hold him to the iron track. It was a revenge almost too terrible to be recorded. “ There !” exclaimed the smith, as he stepped away a pace and triumphantly surveyed the result of his night’s toil in the sooty shop. “ Now lot the prey come ! The trap is ready. I wish you a pleasant time of it, .Julian Wingford. To be plain, I should like to know how a man would feel between two such jaws.” Then he picked up the sack and started back to Middletown, But he HARTWELL, GA., WEDNESDAY OCTOBER 15, 187!). had not gone ten yards before lie halt ed. “The trap might have been set a lit tle easier,” lie said to himself. “It lias not been worked much, and the easier it is set the surer I shall be of my. prey.” Intent upon readjusting the devilish invention, die blacksmith retraced his steps, and for the second time in that lonely and beautiful spot he bent over 1 the cross-ties. lie placed bis knee upon the spring jto prevent the jaws from closing and | catching their maker, while ho tamper ed with the trigger. He was in the midst of the work, when from some unaccountable cause, his knee slipped from the spring, and —oh, horror! the mighty jaws closed on his wrists. With a cry, indescribably full of agony, the entrapped man tried to spring to his feet, but the trap, fastened as it was to the rails, held him securely down. The sharp teeth seemed to cut into the marrow of his bones, and be was experiencing the horror of a human being caught in a trap. He tried to crush the spring, but it would not yield to the power which he had lately owned, and then he tried to tear himself loose. liut the pain occasioned by his efforts was so great that he was forced to de sist lest lie should faint, and in that condition lie caught the train. “If it lmd caught my leg,” he cried, “ I could tear it loose ; but oh ! these ! precious arms of mine!” It was a terrible moment for the en trapped man. All at once, in that hour of terror, he thought of the man for whom lie prepared the jaws of unyielding steel. lie would doubtless reach the cross imr and release him before the train I “ was due, for Julian Wingfold was not a vengeful rival. All thoughts of revenge against the beautiful Agnes Temple had left his i mind ; he looked up at the stars, and they seemed to mock his miser}'; he cried for help from the terror-stricken depths ot his heart. But no footsteps sounded upon his ears. Heaven and man seemed to have left the hater to his fate. Suddenly David Thrall started, and a cry of de spair welled from his throat. The shrill shriek of the engine told him that one dread hour of his captiv ity had passed away, and the end of all was near at hand. “Heaven have mercy!” he cried. “ Do not unto me as I have done unto another!” But no deliverance came, and the sound of the whistle died away with a mocking echo. Within five minutes the iron monster would be upon him, and the most terri ble drama ever enacted in that lovely country would have reached its tragic finale. He heard the roar of the train, which seemed to approach oft the wings of the wind. He raved, he cursed, and tried to wrench his wrists from the jaws of steel, and tried to break them off and bear life and bleeding stumps away, but in vain. With the tenacity of | death itself the trap held him down. The engine shrieked again, and Da vid Thrill paused and looked over his shoulder. He saw the head-light now ; it dazed his eyes, and he could not shade the precious orbs with his hands. Then lie shrieked at the top of his voice; but the cars came on. “No deliverance! Oh, Heaven!” he exclaimed, thinking in few seconds i lie had yet to live. “ I have merited this. What a terrible thing retribu tion is ! He will be happy, and she will ; stnile upon him with all her dazzling beauty. But I—l —oh, Heaven pity me ! Chained to the track- -caught in the trap made by my own hands for a fellow-being. It is just. Heaven for give me, and comfort my poor—” * * -* * * The rumbling of tbe train had hard ly died away in the distance, when Ju lian Wingfold, returning from the home of Agnes Temple, crossed the track. lie stepped where the instrument of death had been placed, and passed on without noticing its handiwork. If he had but glanced down he might have seen the two battered steel jaws, closed now upon the lifeless hands only of his rival, the blacksmith. The remains were discovered on the following day, and the presence of the trap told the awful story. David Thrall's widowed mother soon followed him to the grave. The little smithy still stands in Mid dletown, and the superstitious say that, at night David Thrall can be heard beating steel before his forge. .Julian Wingfold is a happy husband and father now. but he never thinks of that one night's walk without a feeling of thankfulness as well as of horror. The Western Union Telegraph Com pany purchase about 20.000 miles of wire annually, which gives us some idea of the enormous extent of their business. Devoted to Hart County. I.OUXGING AROUND. BILL AIM* OX A XKW MI'IUKCT. Til,- I nil it cm re of til* II on III,'.- I poll fh lli ml I.ciiilh lo lHmoiiksloii nr the Munir Tluil l in II im Tropic II In* Tan Hiuk ami ■*>nplo Him Tninml—A Com ic Nci'iic. Atlanta Cwn*titutivn. Its a quiet blessed month. I used to love the early spring the lest. but now Fen in the fall of life, and the fall of the year agrees with my advancing years. Everything is calm, and mellow and ripe. The cotton fields are white with their snowy fleece. The corn lmngs heavy on the stalks. Potatoes heave aiul crack the ground. The walnut trees have faded and dropped their fruit. Persimmons are ripe and possums too. The little boys arc pulling their pop ! corn, and digging their gubbers, and gathering chestnuts and haws and May j pops. The nights are getting long and a little fire takes oil the evening chill and cheers the family hearthstone. Now is the time to read and write and have some old-time music. The girls play all the operas and waltzes and tarantu : las u/'d other tangled lip things, but my wife, Mrs. Arp, she carries me hack to old Gwinnett with the Caliph of Hag dad, Coming Through the Rye, John Anderson My Joe John, tho Hunter's Chorus, Run Nigger Run the Patroller Catch You, and all such understnudible pieces and I put in a few mellow notes on an old-time flute and ray boys ac company on the big fiddle, and the little fiddle and then the little five-year-old sings, “Shame upon you, Robin,” and we wind up tho family concert with a little family dance or an old Virginia reel. Oh music! what is it and where does it dwell. Soldiers can't fight with out it—lovers can’t court without it— people can’t worship without it. The birds sing and the bugs junc, but there is a feller in your town who writes for the Oazette who seems disgusted with the whole business and wants a law passed to stop it. I was a thinking light well of that lounger until he made this per sonal assault upon me and my family. I reckon he wants an office but it would not ho healthy for him to come here and try to stop our Caliph of Bagdad and the quick march in the battle of Prague and General Bonaparte crossing the Rhine and all such venerated tunes. If he don't like such music may be it'd improve his taste to sit by a carpenter while he was sharpening his saw. I re member that Judge Lumpkin said in one of his decisions that a man could get reconciled to all sounds in nature except the braying of a jackass and the tongue of a scolding woman. I wonder what he would have thought of a man who complained of the piano and the accordeon and the sweet voice of human melody a floating upon the perfumed air. Never mind, my friend. Life is short and time is fleeting and maybe your afflictions wont fullow you beyond the grave. I've known lots of folks who couldn't make music, but I’ve nev er known but a few who didn’t like it, and they were so conceited and selfish nobody liked them. Its curious, ain’t it, that most everybody thinks they can sing and have got a good voice, and they don’t like to he told they can’t sing. I used to think I could and Mrs. Arp bore it patiently for about 20 years, un til one day when she wasn’t as amiable as I have seen her she told me my voice was cracked and gave her the headache. It created a coolness for a few days, but the children all agreed with her and al though I still think they arc mistaken 1 have long since ceased to sing except when f am away off in the woods by my self- Well, I've heard Sontag sing and Jenny Lind, but iny opinion is the best music I ever heard was one night at an old-fashioned Methodist camp meeting when the air was just right and 1 was in a tent about a hundred yards from the stand. I tell you it was splendid and I will never forget it. Where there are four or five hundred singing together that way it don’t matter if half of them can’t sing exactly to schedule, for the voices that are a little too high are bal anced off by them that are a little too low, and the average is just right any how. lean tell whether a man causing or not by looking at him. Now I don’t believe Alek Stephens can sing base to do much good and Bob Toombs is mighty weak on treble. Ben Ilill can sing, and if lie hadn’t turned his early attention to something else he would have made a right good leader of a fe male choir. Joe Brown can’t sing, but he thinks lie can, for there ain’t any thing in the world lie has given up that he can’t do when he’s pushed. Ali first class editors can sing. If I owned a pa per and wanted to employ an editor who would run the machine harmoniously and keep out of fights and fusses I wouldn’t take one who couldn’t sing. A harmonic voice gives harmonious ideas and a pleasant countenance like Mr. Hemphill’s. I’ll bet he can sing. And Uncle Remus ain’t very particular about the style of his music. The last time I called on bfi I listened at the door and $1.50 Per Annum. WHOLE NO. DLL heard him'chanting that good old ditty : Tlmmv wn i li*og who avwl ih u pool, Sing Hoi.g kltrhY Vatchv olrf An<! m* writ tin* hlgeent mol Sing wong kltchj Sntrliy kimrv oh ! < lioi um — Kn nxt krimo durro whnr . Ho iiih\ lii nice riiiuaititchy pmnprtJ'.ttliv. Stoll a park a penny whittle imiltt rum uu i*li rat. Sing aoiif kitrtiv kntrhv leftwv oil ? Judge Under wood says the words of this pathetic piece were composed hy Judge Warner over fifty years ago, but lie uever did know who set 'em to mu sic. Unde Remus always shuffles to the chorus in a plantation manner that gives it a tine effect. Maybe tho Lounger would like this style. 1 am certain he would be a happier man if he would cultivate Undo Remus and be recon ciled to music. Yours, Bin, Am*. TUB VERDICT. Atlanta jyittpafch, 71/i inutant. The knowing and wise men among us have prophesied for the last week that when the final vote was taken in the llcnfroc case there would be seventeen votes for acquittal. It seems they were right, for there were just seventeen Sen ators who voted not guilty. In another , column will be found their names. The day was an exciting one. After the powerful appeal of Colonel Lester to the Senators to do their duty, it was thought that a verdict of guilty would be rendered. When the roil was called, however, the 17 answered not guilty, and that ended the case. Rcnfroe was acquitted with three votes to spare, llis acquittal was hailed by his friends with delight and at times a slight quiver of applause stirred the breeze of the gal i lery. So the verdict of not guilty was ren dered. It is a pity that Renfroedid not consult his Senatorial friends before he offered his resignation to the House, and to make restitution of the interest he had received. It would have taken off i some of the sharp edges of the ease for ; those who voted not guilty. He had al ready plead guilty, but in the language of a distinguished Georgian, the Senate ! would not believe him when he said lie was guilty, but said by the verdict, You are mistaken, you are not guilty, you ought not to pay back any money, or ought you to resign.” Wliat will he the effect of the verdtet we know not. The action of the House : yesterday in trying to move tho capital wo take to be expressive of disapproval ! of the verdict, but we hope Atlanta will j not be made to bear the burden of that verdict. Atlanta did not mould it, nor is she responsible for it. The Senators who voted not guilty arc alone responsi ble.^ The strangest part of the whole mat ; ter is that Renfroe should be acquitted of taking $247.00 as costs, and Goldsmith convicted of taking fifty cents cost on fi. fas. This inconsistency in the two ver dicts will remain a mystery, and while wc have nothing to say against it, we can but wonder if Goldsmith was only made an example —only sacrificed on the altar of public policy—to suffer for the short j coinings of the present administration. A Touching Story. Philadelphia Vresti. Charley ('ochrane, who was for many years Goldsmith Maid’s groom, arrived from California, and wishing to see the grand old trotting mare and her colt, called on Mr. Smith, her owner, to ob tain his permission to visit Fashion Stud farm, in New Jersey. Mr. Smith accompanied (,‘ochrane to the farm, and on arriving there remarked : “Charley, the Maid is very jealous of her colt, is very cross, and will permit no one to approach it.” Cochrane arranged that Goldsmith Maid should hear his voice before she saw him and although they had not seen each other for two years, a loud whinny presently assured the visitors that the mare had recognized the man’s voice. Cochrane next show ed himself, when a touching scene oc curred. The old queen of the turf who for months would not allow any one to approach her, making use of both heels and teeth if it was attempted, rushed with a bound to her old friend, forget ting even her colt and rubbed loir head upon his shoulder, her nose in his face, played with his whiskers and showed by her every action that her heart was full of joy to sec him. Directly the colt came up to them, and the old mare was delighted when Charley placed his hand on the little fellow. When Charley left the place the old mare followed him to the gate, whinnying for him even after lie had passed out of her sight. An old pioneer, who was something of a fatalist, lived in a region infested by Indians. He always took his gun with him, and once, finding that some of the family had taken it out, he would not go without it. His friends called him. saving that there Was no danger of the Indians, as he Would not die till his time came, anyhow. ‘‘Yes,” said he, “ but suppose 1 was to meet an Indian, and his time had come to die, it would not do not to have my gun. “ SET HER BACK I” A lln ml* Shfll * * AUjhl—* lullM* 011.-rtHl Im ttae SlM*** 1* Itnnovn Hie I'npllnl Srk Hr WIIIvIk* 1110- On the 7th, after the Impeachment trial of Treasurer lleufroe, the bill in troduced hy Mr. Shannon, of Fmuklin, to provide for tfe* building of anew cap ital was considered in a Committee of the Whole with Mr. Mynatt, of Fulton, in the chair. Mr. McWhorter, of Greene, offered a substitute setting Ibrtli that the public iutercst demanded a removal of the cap ital from Atlanta to Milledgeville, uiul that the question be at mice transmitted to tho people. Mr. Fort, of Sumpter, moved that the committee report the bill back with the recommendation that it do pass by substitute. Mr. Mynatt, tho chairman, made tho report. Mr. Phillips,- of Cobb, said lie hoped the bill would pass. His remark tlint we are satisfied that Atlanta is not the place for the capital, seemed to strike the House ami there was applauso on the floor of the House which was prompt ly suppressed by the speaker. Mr. Phillips said this is no joke. We are in earnest, and the people of Georgia will indorse our action, if we pass the bill Ibis afternoon. Mr. llanks moved to lay the bill ou the table. Mr. Rankin, in calling the previous question, said it was strange this ques tion was sprung so recently after the people of Georgia had expressed their verdict upon the question. [Applause.] The call was not sustained. Mr. Fort said he did not believe the people of Georgia wanted the capital in Atlanta, und if they bad beheld the scenes that have transpired in this city since tho present session of the Legisla ture they would never bo satisfied with the capital here. Mr. Mynatt—Will the gentleman spec ify the particular charges against At lanta? [Applause.] M r. Turner, of Coweta, made a strong speech in favor of Atlanta. He denied the charge that Atlanta was in any way responsible for the scenes that have re cently been enacted here. “Men never fail to find the capital. It would be as corrupt in Milledgeville as here.” Mr. Paine said he was raised in Mil lcdgeville and ardently loved the old town, but lie had uo hopes of ever car rying the capital back there. He had never met a single citizen of Atlanta who approved the corruption lately uu earthed. Mr. Hanks regarded the substitute as a bin 1 wine and farce. Mr. McWhorter asked to withdraw the substitute. Several voices shouted “ no.” The vote was then taken on the re quest to withdraw, and the ayes were 59, nays 60. Then the House was plunged into the utmost confusion and it required many raps of the speaker’s gavel to restore or der. Mr. Strother moved to extend tho time of the session. The point was made that the time for adjournment was at hand, and that tho House necessarily stood adjourned. The speaker declared the point well taked and declared the House adjourned. Fire and Matches. Who first made fire, when and where, a little child can easily ask. but a wise man cannot answer. The Persians,• Phienieians, Greeks and other nations assert that their ancestors were without fire. Pliny says the ancient Egyptians were greatty delighted" with fire, which was exhibited by Kxediis, the celebra ted astronomer. Until recently the in habitants of the Pliilipihns, Canary and many other islands had never seen a lire. The fnhabitants of the Marian Biamls at first believed fire an animal that fed on wood. Fire and heat are both obtained by friction. Probably man first obtained fire by rubbing two pieces of wood together. Formerly, a common practice among the people of the Sandwich Islands was to place a block of very dry wood on the ground and rub it with a blunt stick back and forth, till a groove was made and ulti mately fire. Captain Cook states that the Australian takes a dry piece of soft wood, which is partially sharpened at one end, and resting the point upon a block, revolves the stick rapidly be tween the hands and often gets fire in two minutes. The natives of Terra del Fuego, Land of Fire, made fire by striking flint with iron pyrites, the sparks being caught on tinder. Our forefathers made use of similar means. Centuries ago glass globes filled with water were used to concentrate the rnys’ of the sun and produce fire. Over two' hundred years ago it was discovered that phosphorus, by friction, would ignite dry sticks dipped in sulphur. In 1836,- Mr. A. 1). Phillips, of Springfield, Mass., patented a mixture of glue, phosphorus, chalk and sulphur, with which friction matches were made, and soon they came into general use. Now seventy-five factories give work to twenty-five hundred employees, one third of whom are children. Annually 30,240,000,000 mutches are made. The revenue tax paid to the United States government is one cent per hun dred. which amounts yearly to over three million dollars. An Excellent Cake—One cup of blit ter, two- of sugar, the whites of six eggs beaten to a froth, two cups of flour, half cup of cream, one teaspoon extract vanilla. Bake one hour slowly.