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T H E s V N -i . F ■ ..MM. • IIAKI'Wri.I.. HAHT ruirXTT. OA.i < s<la.V. (•cplinbr lll**o. AYERS & McGILL. Editor*. FOR PRESIDENT. KAMCOCK, OF PENNSYLVANIA. FOR VICE-PRESIDENT, HON. W. H. ENGLISH, OF INDIANA. I*KK.NUIK\riAI, i:LECTORS. FOB THE STATE AT LABOR : J. C. C. BLACK, R. E. KENNON. ALTERNATES: 4 LUTHER J. GLENN, A. P. ADAMS. DISTRICT ELECTORS : First District—Sanmol I). Braiwelk of Liberty. Alternate—Josephus Camp, of Emanuel. Second District—Wm. M. Hammond, of Thomas. Alternate—Wm. Harrison, of Quitman. Third District— Christopher C. Smith, of Telfair. Alternate—James Bishop, jr., of Dodge. Fourth District-Lavender R. Ray, of Coweta. Alternate—Henry C. Cameron, of Harris. Fifth District—Jno. I. Hall, of Spald ing. Alternate —Daniel P. Hill, of Ful ton. Sixth District —Reuben B. Nisbet. of Putnam. Alternate —Fleming G. Dußig non. of Baldwin. District- Thos. W. Akin, of Bartow. Alternate—Peter W. Alexander. f Cold). X * Eighth District —Seaborn Reese, of nan cock. Alternate —James K. Hines, of Washington. Ninth District—Wm. E. Simmons, of Gwinnett. Alternate—Marion G. Boyd, of White. STATE DEMOCRATIC TICKET. FOR GOVERNOR : NORWOOD or COLQUITT, Take Choice. FOR SECRETARY OF STATE : C. BARNETT, of Baldwin. FOR COMPTROLLER-GENERAL : WM. A. WRIGHT, of Richmond. FOR TREASURER 1 D. N. SPEER, of Troup. FOR ATTORNEY-GENERAL : CLIFFORD ANDERSON, of Bibb. EDITORIAL BREVITIES. Du. Tanner now weighs within two pounds and a half as much as he did before he began to fast. I low do j’ou like tlie ticket at oar masthead for Governor ?—“Norwood or Colquitt—take choice.” Mb. Ike Freeman was struck by lightning in Union county, Georgia, last week and instantly killed. Tins section of the State would heartily endorse the appointment of the Judge Pottle to fill the vacancy on Supreme Bench. The Athens Blade (Republican) pub lished by Pledger, colored, says the Norwood men need count on no aid from the colored voters of Georgia. The hands at the Atlanta Rolling Mills have made a strike and work is stopped. They claim that their em ployers did not come to time with their payments. It is thought remarkably strange that so many of the young men of the State are rallying to the support of Norwood, while their fathers are sup porting Colquitt. Col. M. E. Thornton, of Atlanta, is an Independant candidate for the State Senate in the Ssth district. We suppose this is another one of the cel ebrated quail eaters jokes. In order that no man may sleep too late to vote early and often, we will state in time the Georgia State election occurs on the 6th of October, and the presidential election November 2d. Read our Washington letter in this issue, and you will learn how President (?) Itayes and his cabinet are conduct ing themselves. An honest, trusty set of bumbers employed by the govern ment are they, truly b ’ f It is said that Dr. Tanner lost all his teeth by his forty days’ fast. While fasting the gums shrank from the teeth, and when he began to use bis jaws the motion loosened the gums, and at the same time loosened his teeth. Rev. Handy Fuller, colored, in an address to the colored voters of Warren county, published in the Clip per, among other things, has this to The ' Hartwell Sun. By AYERS & McGILL, VOL. V--NO. 1. say : “ I desire to say to yon that J feel it the duty of every colored uiau In Warren county, in fact CVcry colored man in Georgia, to vote for Alfred 11. Colquitt for Governor of Georgia. Colquitt is the only Governor since our emancipation who has fully recognized the rights of the whole people, and who has been the Governor of the whole people, and it lias been thrown into his teeth that he was a preacher.’ ” - The following letter from General Toombs to Hon. Thomas Norwood is being hailed with delight by Norwood clubs over the State: Ci.ark esvillk, Ga., Aug. 17, 1880. Hon. T. M. Norwood, Dear Sir: I tender you my thanks as a Georgian for accepting the request of a portion of the representatives of the people of Georgia that you would run for Governor in the approaching Gubernatorial election. I will give you my earnest support as one of the peo ple, and if you will stand by the peo ple in the race, they will stand by you. I am very respectfully and truly yours, ’ It. Toombs. From an article elsewhere in this pa per it will be seen that U. S. Grant, jr., is to be married to Jenny Flood, a charming girl, dowered with the snug sum of two million and five hundred thousand dollars. “There is a tied in the affairs of men when taken at the Flood, leads on to fortune. Tub two editors of the Befrien County News cannot agree upon the Gubernatorial campaign. While one fires grape at Norwood, the other pours hot shot into Colquitt. Father and son on the Madisonian also disagree. Ye press don't harmonize worth a cent. Mr. Frank L. Little has resigned the editorship of the Sparta Times & Planter, because the proprietors of the paper wanted it edited in the interest of Norwood, lie was a strong Col quitt man and could not afford to edit it in that way. The excitement over the whisk}’ question is raging so high in Elberton, that it is really dangerous for) a man to take skies either way. Both the “wet” and “dry” tickets seem certain of suc cess in their coming municipal election. The Atlanta Republican urges or ganization of the Radicals in Georgia, and says, “ Not at any period within the last ten years has there been such an opportunity for dealing the organ ized Democracy a telling blow.” We are listening for some two indi viduals to rise up and exclaim that all the “ up-starts ” are supporting Nor wood, or that all the “ old fogies ” arc supporting Colquitt. U. S. Grant, Jr. Flood is said to be the most heartily despised man in California, and his chief business seems to be the distribu tion of lying “points,” whereby he beg gars fools and replenishes his coffers. He gave a point to one Skae, who had $2,500,000 one day, and was a medi cant the day following, lie tried the same game on Jim Keene, but Jack Sheppard was too smart for Dick Tur pin, and, by reversing the “points” made $6,000,000, with which he entered \Vall street as a first-class shark. Very recently Flood gave his pros- pective son-in-law, Ulysses Grant, Jr., “points” that realized him $300,000. This was practically a gilt, but it has been made the medium of celebrating the “wonderful financial talent” of Buck Grant. This scion of Ulysses the First is a clever fellow, intelligent, with his father’s secretiveness and his moth er’s ambition. He is a good boy, and with Jenny Flood he gets an uncanny but opulent father-in-law, and a wife dowered with the snug sum of $2,500, DOO. This 'marriage will illustrate marvellously the adage that truth is stranger than fiction. Many years ago, a very poor and dissipated, almost hopeless, Captain of the United States army used to embibe firewater over the dirty pine counter of two bar-keepers, who were not much better off in the world’s goods than himself. That Cap tain was Ulysses S. Grant, who, by a convulsion of polities, was to become the commander of the mightiest armies of the planet, the conqueror of the HARTWELL. GA., WEDNESDAY. SEPTEMBER 1. 1880. South, twico jyesideftt of tlic United States, the companion of Kings and Princes the world over, and one of the most famous men in the annals of time. The bar-keepers were Messrs. Flood and O'Brien, who, by a mining convul sion and extraordinary luck, rose from the very gutter to be great mHlionaires aud bonanza princes. That the son of the obscure Captain and the daughter of the whilom barkeeper should meet in after times and contract a marriage that will be as much talked about and as notable as the alliance of foreign po tentates is romantic' beyond what the novel writers imagine. When one be holds such changes, iu so short a period, it is well to wonder at everything or be surprised at nothing. Aunt Hannah Discards the Now Hymn- Book. Uncle Tony never once thought that the new hymn-books that lie was dis tributing to his congregation would ever impair his usefulness as their pastor. About the closing of the morning ser vices he says: “Bredren and sistern, dese are de new hime books, and I wants you all to larn to sing wid de spirit and wid de understanding, and }'er gits ter rastlin wid some of dese new fashun tunes, and is ’bout to be obercum, jest follow sister Hannah, she’ll tote yer through level. Her smoove vois is always heerd away down on de home stretch when de other nagsisjes rouudin de bend wid ther racket. When I calls for de mourners dese beer himes ’ll fetch um if yu ingin eers dem correct on deskedule. I takes der noon refreshments at sister Han nah’s, and is to convarse wid Miss Lize beth on de lookout of her feelings and I dismiss dis meeting to de evenin service when de candle am lit.” Aunt Hannah rushed ahead toward home to take up the chicken pie, and to set her house iu order for the “ noon ’freshmen ts.” On her way, with hymn-book in hand she came across some bad white boys playing marbles in the road. One of them said : “Why* Aunt Ifanuah ! What are you carrying that book for? You can’t read?” Aunt Hannah replies: “Dis is de new hirae book : jes read dir ’ritin on de fust leaf, Mars Joe, please sah.” Joseph reads: “Dis book am pre sented to my lovin sister Hannah by parson Tony Skot de minister.” “ Dat sounds purty, but you orter jes heah some ob de himes in dat book. Dars ‘When I can read my titles clear,’ aud ‘Cross ober Jordan,’ and way down to ‘Hark from ye toom.’ Dars lots ob new fashuu himes in thar, cause our culler is gittin edicated, but they sticks to de good ole docYn, jes anew way of wearin de garment; like as Igo and buy anew bolt ob caliker and make my dress de ole fashun way, den my darlin Lizzybeth cuts off her share and makes her’n a wide shoo-fly and dc dolly vnr den and de snatch-back, ain’t it all de same caliker? Mars Jo, jes read, for my edifying, a few of those himes, pleas sah.” Joe winks at the other boys and be gins to read: “ I saw Esau kissing Kate, Fact is, we all three sßw, For I saw Esau, he saw me, And she saw I saw Esau,” “That’s a queer hymn, Aunt Han nan,” said Joe, “ Dere’s a mighty heap of saws mixed up in dat tune, and I is afeerd de he saws and de she saws will saw dat tune into pieces. But it’s got the right doctrine in thar; it ’luges to Esau on de mould a viewin de promise lan wid de eyes of faith. Our preacher is a highly pius, high lamt brudder; he looks through the spcctucles of faith clean over de troubles and trials oh dis life to de uder shore,” “Try a nutlier one Mars Jo.” Joseph reads: “ 0 is aught, ~> is a figure, Multiply the white man, Subtract the nigger.” “How do you like that one, aunty?” “ I uster think dat wasn’t a ’ligious tune when I heerd it sung at de termi nation ob de free school. I rudder dat Brudder Tony had a left that out. Got no use for multiplyin and subtractin in de pulpit. Let’s hear a few more ob ’em, dere’s bound to lie some good ones Devoted to Hart County. in ihar.” Joseph turned over • few leaves and read— “ Beggars did the niggers fool With forty acres and a mule, And to make ” “Stop, Mars Joe, ritethar; I don’t want no politics mixed up in my ’ligion dat way. Why folfes will thiuk we ain’t no better’n Yankees; 1 don’t see what Toney let dat git iu de hime book for; be hadji’t qpter done dat. Move ober toafds die middle oh db book, I spec it gits hotter.” Joe obeys and reads — •‘ Nigger in do woods Sitting on a ; log. Finger on the trigger Anil eye on a hog.” 1 “It pears to nrfe Jut’s gettiu was and wus. What business old Toney got say ing that? He’s nothing but a nigger hisself. What he means bustin his col or dat way. You reckon he ’Judes to to my son Sam a shootin at de pecker woods and killin de hog?” Joe thought it possible that the par son alluded to Sam’s case. “Sam’s case? Sam’s case? like ther wasn't any Toney case; yes, a halfrt dozen of them. Dat ole Toney nigger is de biggest rogue in dese parts. Did not he bring back devallerpullit I sole tode store yisterday, afore day dis morn ing and got me to cook her fur his breekfu|? and now rnnkin small ob my folks afore dinner. Dere’s many a hog whose light has gone out, cause ole Toney was ’lowed to run in de same woods. Sam’s case ! Ise a gittiu tired of sich himes, and Mars Joe, if you’ll jes read ‘Hark from ye toom,’ I repose my feelins, I’ll go and ’spostulate wid dat ole sinner man Toney.” “Hark from ye tomb ye doleful sound, Old beeve is trailin’ round and round, Lookout niggers, shore as yer born, Ole Hannah is in de new ground corn.” “The lor preserve us I Sakes alive! Hauncr in de new groun’ corn, is she? Mars Joseph I’ll tell yer for a fac\ Hamicr ain’t been in dat new groun’ but once dis year, and dat was when ole Toney come to my house and called his self courtin me, and old missis gib me permission to git some roastin ears for him. He tells lies right dar iu dat hime.” Joseph now called Hannah’s atten tion to the reported engagement of Un cle Toney and Miss Elizabeth—llan nah’s youngest daughter. “Dat news onfits me to sarve de Lord wid all my heart jes at dis time present.” About this time Miss Elizabeth aud the parson with the major portion of the congregation arrives. Aunt Han* nah proceeds! “My darter Elizybeth ! jes a yoUhg gal ’bout twenty ; gwifle ter marry dat ole cripple up nigger? I spec I hab sumthin to say bout dat. Ise gwine ter take dat ole sinner niggah through de wust ’eperience fnectin ever he was in. Well I declar; he’s got to be a regular ele Beecher. He’s got to—five wives in dis settlement now, excludin’ deni he leff back in Georgy. Tony—ole slack britches Tony, Ise a talkin to you. You has been a preachin bout John de Bap* tis aud John de Bunyan and Blow Ga bril aud de Nigger Demus dat was born agin, and a prayid for de Lord to take sister Ilanncr home to glory, and a shoutinyer old Tennessee Jack bass, an' it’s gittin my time now to preach, and I lakes my tex. “ Hark from ye toofn, ole Tony,” an’ I tell you afore dis tex is ended thar’ll be weepin and mashin ob teeth and rattlin ob de bones and scratching when dat ole buggy trace starts to poppin’ and de skillit’s a turn in wrong side outards cross yer head, and de yeath quakes and fallin stars are dancing afore yer vision, de wash tubs of consecrated ly ar a sp[ashin ober yer soul, and de yeath is a buckin under you like a young mule, and yer day of grace is gittin dark—Tony, den you’ll wish you saw what Esau saw. Den you’ll know dat ort is ort widout de figure of speech, and when you sub tract de nigger from de forty acres and de mule, he’s got no time leff to see who’s a settin on de log nor who’s to thin out the new groun’ corn, den you will want to ’scard de new doctrine hime book and be born agin before Blow Gabril gits dc dirt-dobber out ob de horn. Tony, you hear me? You ole scatterin talkin nigger; there’s a shoanuff hell, and I’se gwine ter see dat $1.50 Per Annum. WHOLE NO. 209. my darter Elixybeth don’t treble dat downward dirocahun wid you. Here'* yer hime bock ; it ain’t to git iniide of my house. I Varda it.” LETTER FRoTwASIIINGTON. W AsunJofotf, D. 0., Aug. 25,1880. I wish out* more to call attention to the civil service show. The return rf Hayes recently, preparatory to his Cal ifornia stumping tour, is the occasion. All the members of the Cabinet but t\\o are now away from Washington. They Will start soon. The business of each ami all of them ou their journey ings is politics. Some go to Maine, some to Wisconsin,"some tr Indiana. Ohio, etc. Wherever a doubtful Btate is, there is Mr. Hayes or a member of his Cabinet. This condition of things was never known before, and, iu all probability, never will be known agniu. The present administration will impress upon the people of the country one val uable lesson, which is that loud profes sions of virtue rtre always to be distrust ed. Ido not recull nt this time one of the ostentatious professions of virtue made by Mr. Hayeg when inaugurated or before, or since, that has not been followed by prompt violation by him or his subordinates. Contrast such a mnn as Hayes with General Hancock. The merits of the General, in a military way, are known of all men—not through dispatches or letters of his, but as a part of the his tory of the country, written by others. Gradually we arc finding out tho real qualities of the man. Every letter he writes - every old and unpremeditated letter he wrote —everything that we learn of him through the envy of oppo nents, or in the ordinary course of events —make him as a frank, sincere, politic man. He and Mr. Hayes, members of two parties, fairly represent those parties, except that the latter is a man of better intentions than his associates, and fails of accomplishing something as much through his own yielding disposition as through the wickedness of tho party be hind him. General FrancJri A. Walker, Supcrin tendunt of the Census, always sensible, says the Census tuken by his subordi nates in the South as in the North, has been fairly tuken. He is indignant at charges that frauds have been commit ted throughout the South. lie has a right to be, for, being in every day com munication With the enumerators, and in constant supervision of their work, a charge against them is really an assault upon him. General Walker was an of ficer on Hancock’s staff during the war, aud though a life-long Republican will probably vote for him this fall. This is one reason for the vicious and ground less charges made by radical papers against the work of the bureau over which General Walker presides. Don. A Story With A Moral. Fktvannah Newt. It is sometimes unfortunate for a man to have a record ; at least Mr. Gar field finds it so. Our readers well re member what a hue and cry the salary grab raised in the country ; how it has caused the political death of nearly ev ery one engaged in it, and how a great many, like Garfield, after voting the grab and taking the money, got fright ened at the popular indignation which was aroused, and paid it back to the government. It was on one of these latter that a good story has been told as follows: It seems that on a certain occasion an old gentleman was invited to at fash ionable dinner, and on the table a large pyramid of fruit had been placed, near the top of which there had been insert ed a few red peppers by way of orna ment. Our friend,, not recognizing the pepper, and thinking it wae a rare spe cies of fruit, helped himself to one of the little pods, and, without examining it closely, began to chew it. The first bite revealed its nature, but knowing it would not be exactly in accordance with the strict rules of politeness to make any noise about it, he. heroically kept it in his mouth, determined to take advantage of the first opportunity to dispose of it. In the meantime the heat from the cayenne became intolcr- able. Tears coursed down the old gentleman's cheek, and hh agony wa* intense. At length, unable to etaud it longer, he took the offending pod be tween his with' a voice trembling witli emotion, said: “La dies and gentlemen, with your permis sion I'll put t&at d-d little ml thing back.” * . Never did story apply so npproprtw atcly to any one as docs this to Gar field. He held on tohiwsalary grab to the last moment, sad refused to giv4 it up until thoroughly acorohed by tbe hot indignation of his oonstrtnents. Only then did ho with trembling voice ask forgiveness and agree to “put the d-dl little red thing back.” •edgerleg a Witness. The court and jury, as wail as ther spectators, generally enjoy the scano when a lawyer, in an attempt to badger or browbeat a witness, comes off second best in the encounter. A correspondent recalls an amusing incident of this sort which happened a few yeur ngo iu an Albany eowrt room. The plaintiff, who was a lady, was called to testify. She got on very well, aud made a favorable impression on tho jury under the guidance of her counsel, lion. Lyman Tremuin, until the oppos ing coffitsd, Hon. Henry Smith, Sub jected her to a sharp cross-examination. This so contused her that she became faint, and tell to the floor in a swoon!. Of course this excited general sym pathy iu tho audience, and Mr. hkuith saw that his case looked badly. An expedient suggested itself by which to make the swooning nppear like a piece of stage triekery, and thus destroy sympathy for her. The lady’s face in swooning had turned purple red, aud this fact suggested the new line of attack. The next witness was a middle aged lady. Tho counsel asked : “ Did you see the plaintiff fyint a short time ago?” - Yes, sir.” " People turn pale whon they faint, don’t they?” A great sensation in tho conrt, and an evident confusion of witness. But in a moment she answered: “ No, not al -0 ways.” “ Did you ever hear of a case of feint ing where the party did not iurn paie? w “Yes, sir.” " Did you ever see such a case?” “ Yes, sir.” “When?” “ About a year ago.” “ Where was it?” “ In this city.” “ Who was it?” By this time the excitement was so in tense that everybody listened anxiously for the reply. It came promptly, with a twinkle in the witness’ eyes, and a quiv er on her lip, as if from suppressed hu mflff J “’Twaß a negro, sir.” Peal after peal of laughter shook the court-room, in which the venerable judge Joined. Mr. Smith lost his case, not to say temper. Georgia lias 2,372 whiskey dealers. .Sparking across a garden fence ad mits of a good deal being said on both sides. One man threatening tp whip another. “ Well,” said the other, “ a bull can whip a philosopher.” An Illinois girl’s toast—“ The young men of America—their arms our sup-, port, our arms their reward ; fall in,, men, fall in.” An elderly maiden lady,, hearing it remarked that matches are made in heaven, remarked that bljc didn’t care a cent how soon she went there. Never deceive a lawyer by lying to. him about your case when he takes it in hand. He can attend to that brancii of the business himself a great deal better than you cap. Josh Billings says : “I never argue agip a success. When I see a rattle snake’s head sticking out of & hole, I bear off to the left and say to myself, tiiat hole belongs to that saaik.” Sam recently got married, and told his wife that she might retain all the change which dropped on the floor out of his pockets. What was his aston ishment on Monday morning, to find no money in his pants, lie has since as certained that his wife hangs his panta upside down. “ Ish der brisoner guilty or not guiL ty ?” asked a beaming Teutonic justice the other day. “Not guilty, your hon-. or,” promptly responded the person ad dressed. “Den you youst get ouet and go apout your peesiness, my vrend, and stop your blaycn off,” indignanty re sponded the outraged arm of the law.