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THE CARNESYILLE TRIBUNE.
An Investment!
-THAT WILL—
DOUBLE IN 12 MONTHS,
-PAYING DIVIDENDS AP111L AND 0C7013 IP__
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--STOCK OF THE CEORCIA-ALABAMA-
[INVESTMENT □ DEVLOPMENTlCOMPANY^
STOCK, $4,500,000. SHARES, $10 each lull paid up and
subject to no assesiments.
Gin. BENJ. F. BUTLEP, of Afassachssetis, Presideia
IIon. JAMES W. HYA’I f, l.ate Trcasuoer ot U. S.,"castire
■DIItECTOPS,
Gen Ben.F. Built , of Massachusetts,
lion. Logau TI. Poets, of Arkansas,
lion..A. U. Wyman, Ex-Treasucrer U. S., of Neb)aska,
Hon Jas. W Hyatt, “ it “ of Conneotioutt,
Tiioi>. C Smith President 17th Ward Bank, Brooklyn^Now York,
L. M. Santord, Pres. Hank of Now Castle, of Kentucky.
E. Ij. Garfield Scc’y Thomsou-Houston EV<*tnc Light Co. Boston,
C. W. Perkins, Cash Mass. Nat’l Bank Boston, Mass.
Geo. C. Schofield, Pres. N, Y. Contract Club of New Yor-k.
—-ADVISORY BOAR D.~--
Jon. B. Gordon, Bx-Govovnor of ,Ga.
Robert L. Taylor; Governor or Tenn.
J.|B Forakcr, Ex-Governor ol Ohio.
Richard II. Bright, Ex-13. °. P Master of Washington, D. C,
E. F. Mann,S:h»t. Concord & Montreal Railroad,of Now Hamoshire
II. True, Cashier £J. 3. Treasury, Washington, D. C.
Feuchtwangoi, Member N. Y- Stock Exchange, New York.
K. Roots, Cashier First National Bank, Little Rock Arkansas.
Y. Robertson, President First National I-jitik, Iverney, Nebraska.
SUFFOLK TRUST CO. g
-244 W A SHINGTON STREET, BOSTON, M 4SS.-
—THE-
Property of the Company
Consists of
FIRST—8,000 City lots or “,042 acres of land in the city of Talla¬
poosa, Haralson County, Georgia, the residue remaining unsold ot
2,500 acres, on tho center of which the etty was originally built.
Present value $1,084,705. adjacent to the city ot
SECOND— 2,450 acres of vauable mineral laud,
Tallapoosa, ail located within a radius of s ; x miles from thecontre of
ihecity. Present value $123,000. & Illinois
THIRD—Tho issued capital stock of the Georgia, Tennessee building railroad
Railroad company, chartered for the purpose of a
from Tallapoosa, Ga to ‘Stevenson, Ala., 120 miles, that wtll net
, capital stock of railroad
the company nearly $2,000,000 of the pay-
ing 7 per cent di vidends. . Pacific
FOURTH—Ths Tallapoosa Fumacc. oo the line of the Georgia
railroad, in iho city ot Talapoosa, Ga., the said furnace being of 50
ton capacity, manufacturing the highest grade of cold and hot blast
charcoal car w'eecl iron. Present value $250,000 the Geor¬
FIFTH— 1 The Piedmont Glass Works, situated on the line of
gia Pacific railroad in the city of Talapoosa, Ga., ^aid furnace being
twelve pot furnace capacity and manufacturing flint glass flasks and
prescription ware. Present value $100,000*
There is already located on the property of this company in the city
Tallapooaa, Ga., 2.800 inhabitants, 2,000 ot whom are northern people
whe have settled it. Tallapoosa witlrn tbe^last three years, 32 hmsesHd
manufacturing industries and 40 business houses, schools, churches,water
works, eleotric lights,$75,000 hotel and new manufacturing industries, et c
-50,000 SHARES TREASUBY STOCK-
Are now offered to the public, the proceeds to be de ;..tcd to locating
new mutmtacturing establishments and developing the company s city
property at a SPECIAL PRICE of
$3 1-3 Per SHARE
share when the 50,000 shares are sold.
filled lecefved, . amount srom on«;
Ordeas fex stacd will be as in any
share upward, as it is desired to have as manp small holders in all sec¬
tions of the country as possible, who will, by their interest in the corn-
influence immigration to Tallapoosa and idxvance the interests of
pauy
the company.
t 10,00 will purchase’ 3 shares or $ 30,00 par value of *f stoek
30,00 « 9 “ 9000 w
50.00 « 15 “ 150,00 .<
100,00 “ 30 *•, 300,00 M
250,00 « 75 « 750,00 u
500,00 * 4 150 « 1,500.00 M a
1,000.00 “ BOO « 3,000.00 and
Address all orders for stoek anp make edeeks, drafts or raonry ex¬
press orders payable to E •
Jas. W. HYATT, Treas "I
Ga.-Ala. Investment and Development Co.,
Globe BuRding, 244 Washington Street, Boston, Macs.
tyfiO P&ge illustrated prospectus of Talapooso, stock prospectvs ot
company and plat ol etty -Jcnf* with price list of btilldirur lots mailed free on
application. ar) nil cat ion Reliable ltollahlo agents wanted wanted to to rcnrcKonf represent the the rnmnanv company w io every every
eonnty.
CARNESVILLE, FRANKLIN COUNTY, GA., WEDNESDAY, APRIL 1,1891.
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EASTER ECHOES.
m OW gladly Lent is past, we
m Our Easter tribute pay day. unto
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vTIU-'S The on smiling whoso mother, brow
The’ added years
& rest lightly now,
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t B Reluctantly grand, has laid
w his hand,
f Now views with just
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W9M Her ljearthstoue at
this Easter tides.
IIa \ Likewise the fami¬
$ b \ ly’s head now
i feels.
As lkt’ning to the Easter peals
Bo thinks of Easters gdno before,
A s if ho Wore a boy once more,
And ia the sunlight of the day with
Forgets bis hair is streaked gray.
The- maiden aunt thinks with a sigh
Of bonnets in the days gone by,
And, with, a touch of old time zest,
Today puis cm hpr very best.
The bachelor (whose outward crust
fe, filter all, hut human dust,
And To-day. bribed away by woman’s eyes)
the tooth of Time defi<^.
And togged out in the best of style
He greets his kindred with a smile.
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The youth, a stranger to dull care.
With rapture views each maiden fair.
He loves to look upon the face
Where beauty claiius a resting place.
And gazes with a fceon delight
Upofl her Easter plumage bright,
With necktie new he walks along
Heslde her in the Easter throng.
He counts it joy to take a part
WheTe beautjv^bares the odds with art,
And gives no thought to future ills
When be eha.iL have to foot her bills.
Tom Masson.
EASTER EVE IN A COFFIN.
AN ADVENTURE IN HIE COSSACK COUNTRY.
BY DAVID KER.
[Copyrigli^. AH rights reserved.]
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T|f Jijjj sian the T>1jjte village, from to
sea
li i| the Black, Easter
I » F'lf. ‘day is the festival
of tho whole year.
TP _ /v ,„ Christmas is-cele-
£ b rat:e d with a
C' -\l.<*ko 1 yadovanie”
(singing and° a" of carols)
liberal
burning of can-
S.HV5fo5 dies and setting
forth of good cheer. At midnight on
He* Year's eve the country lasses trip
forth to ask the name of the first male
ncseer bv whom they meet, as an augury
offbat'of their own future husband. Russia
But- Eastrr, and Easter alone, is to
what’ Christmas is to England, or the
“jour de l’An” to France—a season "and of
universal good will and feasting
merry making, when even strangers
greet each other with a Mss on both
checks and reply to the salutation
“Khrisios vestres” (Christ is risen) with
the traditional countersign, “Vo istinay
vteflnrea” (He is risen indeed).
Somewhat iu this style my thoughts
ran aS I lay (imfling stretched on the hay of my
wagonj in the court-
yard of a little Russian post house on
Q!;rist Is I^ise^.
’Tis Easter morn. Loud the anthem
swells
And is borne ox the winds aw at..
’Tis Easter morn. And*the earth
PROCLAIMS
That Christ is risen todax.
the outskirts of a tiny Cossack town on
the Upper Dou, toward sunseron Easter
eve, awaiting the fresh horses which
the burly, bearded postmaster had
promised me with a fluent confidence
that inado me feel sure he was lying.
And so it proved. Time passed, but
the horses came not; and I was just
about to .spring up and give the big Cos¬
sack a sample of my fluency in Russian
scolding when I was stepped short by
hearing a low, deep voice say beside me,
hardly above a whisper, yet te-ribly dis¬
tinct: ^ ;
“I shall have him to-night!"
The speaker’s t^pe was so full of dead¬
ly menace that the howl of a hungry
wolf or the hiss of a snake could hardly
have been more ominous of eyil. Rais¬
ing myself cautiously, I peered over the
edge of the wagon, and saw a young
man and a girl standing together at the
yard gate—the girl in the picturesque
costume of a Cossack maiden, them an in
the uniform of a Russian non-commis¬
sioned officer.
The young woman had her back to
me, and it was only by the fine ontlines
of her figure that I could guess her to be
beautiful. But the man’s face was
plainly visible, and even I started as I
saw it. Handsome as it undoubtedly
was, it looked absolutely tenable- in its
grim inflexibility of flnrpose. It was
the face of a born soldier, to whom duty
was everything—one who, if ordered to
kill his own father or brother in battle,
would have done it Without a moment’s
hesitation.
The talk went on, and I gathered from
it that the young sergeant was on the
track of a Nihilist emissary Sent to mur-
der the czar, who was expected to pass
through the town that night with an
armed escort.
5*1 followed Mm to ^ *th® church,
Masha” (Mary), said he, glancing up at
the tall, green tower of painted wood,
which, with its gilded cupola and metal
plated roof, glittered brightly in the last
rays of the setting sun; “but he pipped
roupd a corner, and when I darced round
after him I could See no more of him
than of my own ears. He must have a
confederate among these long robed
rogues, who let him into the church by ■
some secret way, fat, as our proverb
says, “They who wide sleeves
wear
In their heart are thieves.
‘ But no matter he can’t escape now,
for six of my men are on the watch for
hiia outside, and the reward for his ap-
prekeusion, along with what I’ve Saved
already, \vill just make up the sum that
your father demands ffor your wedding
portion, and then I can get my discharge
from the army, for my term of service
will be up next month, and then”-
The last ‘tend then” was pointed with
an emphatic Mss.
“It does seem hard, though,” said the
girt, with a touch of womanly compassion
in her voice, “that .a man must die to
make us happy. We shall feel as if we
were eating onr wedding feast out of a
coffin.” * 4
“A man!” cried her lover fiercely; “a
traitor and assassin, you meajj, who has
plotted against the life of the emperor.”
“True,” answered his betrothed, chang-
ing her tone again, “nothing is too bad.
for a man iyho could plot against Father
Alexander Alexandroviteh” (the czar).
<r We Cossacks have always been loyal,
aTJ d always will be.”
“Always!” echoed the young man em-
phatically. “And now good night,
dooshenka” (my little soul), “for I must
go ar. 1 see that this fellow doesn’t slip
away from us.”
Here was a romance ready made ^ to
my hand, and I at once decided tore-
main i.i4he town that night and see this
strange drama to the end—a decision
which evidently relieved the worthy
postmaster, who was at hi3 wits end for
afresh lie to a. count for tae non-ap-
pearance of my hcrscs.
“Perhaps the noble pan” gentleman)
“would be pleased to step iff and take
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'bread and salt’ with us,” he hinted.
“It’s a poor place, but”—-
“Never mind, brother,” said I; “food
and shelter are always worth having,
and I know that a Cossack welcome is
bound to be a warm one. ”
In truth, there was no fault to be found
with my welcome, though the postmas¬
ter's hut was certainly no palace. The
walls were of logs, cemented with clay
and dried leaves, and jointed together
like the frame of a schoolboy's slate, not
a nail being used throughout. The floor
was merely trodden earth, larded with
crushed beetles and furrowed by, the ex¬
cavations of inquiring poultry. The
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blackened rafters stood out like the ribs
of a whale enlivened by the gambols of
numerous spider Blondins on tight ropes
of their own plaiting, and every now and
then one cf the troupe lost liis hold and
fell with a loud splash into one of onr
tumblers of tea and lemon juice.
One entire corner of the room was oc-
cupied by a huge tiled stove and another
by an enormous bed, the patchwork
quilt of which looked like a colored map
of the United States. In the third cor-
ner hung the portrait of my host’s
patron saint, with a tiny lamp burning
before it, and a pious roach making a
laborious pilgrimage around its staring
gilt frame.
But there was plenty of good cheer
and merriment in this little hovel, queer
as it looked. The corpulent brass sam-
over looked down Upon a brown rye
loaf as big as a footstool and an enor-
j^ous howl of buckwheat porridge, sig-
nificantly called “postnaya kasha” (fast-
j n g porridge), while a perfect monnt-
R { n c f sngared “Easter cakes”—which
ot j r host’s sturdy, sunbrowrted, red
kerchiefed wife had spent the whole
day f in baking—rose around the dainty
c the season, a pyramidal mass of
t hi c k pasty dough, spotted with raisTns, a
kind of smallpox of currants and
which is to a Russian' Easter wh^t the
traditional plum pudding is to an En¬
glish Christinas.
Just as all was ready for our meal in
came the postmaster's pretty daughter in
a il the splendor of her holiday clothes—
embroidered blue jacket and crimson
skirt, striped stockings, and a string of
colored beads round her neck. Her late
appearance was fully explained by the
huge basket of Easter eggs, gay with all
the hues of the rainbow, which rtiecar-
ried in her hand.
Behind Miss Praskovia came another
girl about her own age, whow rist s pre-
sented to me as her foster r, and
who seemed to be treated with g-eat re-
spect by the whole family, being (as I
afterward learned) the only daughter of
a prosperous corn dealer in the town,
who was quite a capitalist in the wes of
these simple folks. Her face impressed
me«only by its extreme beauty, nt the
moment I heard her Voice I rec ghized
the girl whose talk with her lover I had
overheard half an hour "before.
But amid all the merriment of nr gay
party Maria Ois ipo vna (Mary, drugnrer
of Josepa) was strangely sad ana silnt,
and her sadness was fully explained
when she at l ength said p ensively:
VOLUME. XVI—NO.If.
’“All! if only my poor brother were
here among us, how happy we should
be! Perhaps he’s not dead after all; it
may have been only a report. And if hd
evg? did come back, surely my father
couldn’t be so cruel as to drive him out
$gain!”
J’he honest postmaster answered only
with a shrug of his byoad shoulders (be¬
ing,evidently skeptical of any lqnd deed
on tho part of her father,'Oi^p Masloff,
who','had band fisted the and name hard of hearted being old 0*5 follow most
In’ tlie whole district), and hinted to us
that we must not sit* too long'ovef our
supper, as we would have to be at the
church in good time for the opening of
the night service.
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An hour later we were in the church,
which was filled to overflowing. Oven
the romantic old'graybeards and totter¬ being
ing grand nms of the community
risi bleT.ro id tho crowd by scores, proba¬
bly fur’ tho first time since the previous
Easier. The whole scone was certainly
i. strange contrast to my last Easter
service in Russia, which had beefi cele¬
brated not in an obscure provincial
church, but in tho great Isaac cathedral
it St. Petersburg. In a moment I re¬
called the whole ceremonial—the massed
ibonsands of assembled worshipers amid
the vast granite columns of the splendid
cathedral; tho plaintive hymn dying
ivray in a cadence of mournful sweetness
among the mighty arches overhead; 'the
gorgeous robes and long silky hair of the
priests in the center, grouped around the
coffin that typified the death and burial
of our Lord; the tone of wondering dis-
may'in which the chief priest exclaimed,
“He is not here!” as he turned away and
left the church with his comrades, as if
to seek the sacred body elsewhere—the
sudden and triumphant return of the
procession through the opposite gate,
with heads uplifted and banners dis-
playe&jmd a joyous shout of “Christ is
risen,” and then the sea of light that
surged up through the shadowy throng
as thousands of tapers were lighted at
once, while the choir pealed forth the
grand resurrection anthem, and on every
side was heard the greeting which was
echoing at that instant throughout the
length and breadth of Russia, “Christ is
risen! He is risen, indeed!”
But here there were no pomp and
splendor, no bronzed gates or marble
cornices or pillars of polished granite.
All was rude and simple; plain timber,
plain stone, and the only ornament
worth naming was a massive silver cru¬
cifix above the altar, purchased with the
offering? of the pious Cossacks of 1812
out of the spoils won by them from the
retreating armies of Napoleon.
Just at that moment, however, I made
a discovery which put everything else
out of my head at once. In the fore¬
most rank of the crowd around the plat¬
form on which lay the symbolical coffin
stood directly opposite to the spot where
I was placed a man who seemed anxious
to avoid observation, for the lower part
of liis face was hidden by the collar of
his long gray coat, and the upper part
by the cap which lie carefully held be¬
fore it; but a sudden movement of the
throng exposed his face for one instant,
and it was that of Masha’s soldier lover,
young Sergt. Dmitri Rudenko!
The look of fierce and hungry expecta¬
tion in this iron man’s stem gray eyes
made me shudder, for I saw by it that
his victim was still concealed in the
church, and that he was ready to pounce
upon him as soon as the fit moment ar¬
rived; and the sudden starting up of
this deadly pertinacity, this sleepless
ambush qf death amid all the peace and
brightness and joy of the nation's great
day of gladness, had an indescribably
ghastly effect.
Meanwhile the ceremony proceeded
and all went on as usual till the high
priest and his acolytes mounted the plat¬
form, and the former, raising the un¬
fastened lid of the coma and letting it
fall again, uttered in Ids deep voice the
wonted formula:
He is not here!”
He is here!” shouted a voice of thun¬
der, as Dmitri Rudenko, springing with
one bound onto the platform, flung open
the coffin again and dragged from it a
small, slight, pale faced young man in
the dress of a peasant. “See, brothers,
the villain who would have murdered
our father the czar!”
Instantly all was confusion. A sea of
furious faces and tossing arms eddied
around the platform, and the air rang
with a deafening clamor of conflicting
voices, through which pierced suddenly
a shriek of mortal agony, as Mary Has-
loff, bursting like a maniac through the
heaving throng, threw her arms round
the prisoner’s neck and cried wildly:
“Brother, brother! I thought you
dead! Is this how we meet again?”
For one moment the young sergeant
stood as if turned to stone by this awful
revelation, which showed him that he
had won his betrothed at the cost of her
own brother’s life. Then his face hard-
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ened suddenly like congealed metal, and
a wave of his hand summoned a dopen
soldiers, fftmrthe throng, who -formed a
i±ng.arerimd<)s*aitatfa^f and his sister
and led them to th© .church door.
The-cold, keeaja|gh^air seemed to re-
YiTe the faint1n^giri y and -clutching'her
low's arm with both hands she said in
a fierce whip per: what¬
“I know that your men will do
ever you tell them. Let my brother
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got” escape? Never!"
“Let a prisoner
“If yon do not yon shall newer so* me
again!” Tho handsome tie*
young 6oldier*a
quivered for a moment with the ri^ohy
of a rqort al struggle, and then the storm
passed and he answered with terrible
calmness:
“So 1x5 it. I shall do my doty,
though by doing it I should lose y«u for¬
ever!”
from ‘'What behind, Is all and this?” all asked three a reoogRMpd deep yc4o&
with a start of amazement in the
hard featured, middle himself, agfed A&snstoAtS tiStn vA©
had spoken the crar
in of Russia! and behind him appeared
the long gray coats and shining heutttifci
of his guards—without whom, haunted
as ho was by dread of assasanation, he
never stirred a step.
The emperor repeated the question,
and Rudenko told tho story in a few
simple words. But, brief as bo was,
Alexander heard enough to understand
the greatness of the sacrifice which this
young soMier had made for his duty's
sake, and his harsh, somber features
brightened into a glow of manly admira¬
tion.
“You have done well,” said be eru^
phatieally, “and more than most men
would have done in your place. And
yon,” he added, turning to young Sfa#-
loff, “what harm have I ever done you
that you should wish to kill me?”
“I had sworn it,” replied the Nihilist
sullenly, “and I had to keep nary oath.”
“Foolish b sai l tho czar in a tons
of scornful pity, “do you pretend to
strive for liberty, and yet fetter yourself treach¬
with au oath that forces you into
ery and murder? Bat I will ©of destroy
a man’s life and a woman’s kappinxs
from any mean regard for my own safe¬
ty. Go—I pardon you; you are free!”
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The last time I visited Mirgorod, Dud
tri Rudenko and bis w ife were the hop*
piest couple in the town, and Mary's
Nihilist brother (who lived with them)
was as loyal a subject as any man in the
czar’s dominions.
His State of Mind.
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Dashaway—When the contribution
box was passed this morning I sndrtenly
found that I had nothing but a five dol¬
lar bill. Of course as it was Easter, and
I had been fasting for forty days, I felt
obliged to drop it in.
Miss Summit—How noble of you!
And now, how do you feel about it?
Dashawaj’—I feel as if I shall probably
have to fast for forty days more.
Scrambled ICggg.
Every person must have some port «f
his clothing new on Easter day, or no
will have no good fortune during tlrrto the
year. That has been settled from
immemorial. Thus an old Dorsetshire
poet says:
Laste Easter I put on roy bhio
Frock cuoat, the fast time, fier new;
Wi’ yaller buttons aal o’brass,
That glittered in the zgn lik glass;
Bekaise ’twer Easter Sunday.
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Mrs. Kingley—You know what kwely
music they have at St. Ann’s? . Well,
they have invited me to join tho (Choir
on Easter in place of th»blonde altp.
Mrs. Bingo—Indeed! I had no idea
they wore trying to reduce expenses.
An Kaster Caret.
Phc has bought,an Easter boanet^-
It *3 l-retty as % sonnet— aufl
WUb soir.ojir.woi's and e6mc ribbons felA
of lace upon it.
And in order all may know it,.
Sho vi!l go to church to show ft. »
i r ou may see her Vitchlng faee in sailsff-f800 V
morning Just below it.
WheUto fiiurch.her 'Say phe's weadtd.
If her hat quite appears most splendid, fad V .
Then she'll adore Jhe german, m
tarry when it’s'tmdod*
But if not her pretty forehead
V.'iU with angry frowns be florid^ -
And the sermon will be stupid, crude,jatatfati
nable dad horrid. tUujfc/t
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Sweet dnfara®are1n befJIftedeTtes, Upe'&reprS’
Sweet prayers her parted
^he takes no yearnings heed of lovers’ earthward sighs. straw] £
Nor any
She Bestows gives me dead no^morelhon^hfTtrail^B and i
On gone i
But 1 can bear that since I bee .
She wears my bunch, of Easier lilies.
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A JR^ra Aria.
My Ea§tey egg, Vith polka dote.
I know R. the girl who made yofl; Bit!
But T. BarajuA would;
To own fhe hen tha ^ ‘ ‘
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