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T HE^MOC RAT. A Live Weekly * lire Published Every Friday ■t CrawfordvHle, Gs. WD-SULLT 7 AIT. Proprietor BATMSOF SUBSVRIPTIOJf: Sing Single Is f Vvfsix tone months,) year.) . . . *5 1 00 00 . . . Single y, (three month.)) . . . JOLTING _vert ton* rate* liberal. BOOK and a specUlty ; Prices POETRY. Dreaming at Fereseere. She sits u*thv gathering twilight In heriweH-wom rocking-chair, With thf meshes snow of life’s lone winter In i the of her hair ; She dreams of the little children Who »»<** **>. And li stensjb* thoir footsteps With i the IpStgiBg mother’s know. She bean them coming, coming I And her heart is all elate At the patter of little -footsteps, Down by the garden gate, YiCdfttlerbf children's voices t Comes merrily to her ears, And she cries, in her quivering treble, : “YOs are late, my little dears I” An& then, they are here beside her Aa the had them long ago— Basis, and Ben, and Mary, And Ruthie, and little Joe. And her heart throbs high with rapture •-A* each fond kiss is given, And fhe night is fitted with music Sweet as her dreams of HeaVeHt. Such wonderful tL’^gs they tell herl A nest in the apple-.*^® e 1 scolding And the robin gave them a F.or climbing up to sOP I A tyee white lamb in the pasture— A wild rose on the hill— And a great ripe strawberry Aa Sue found by the mill! She listen* to all their prattle, Her heart abrim with rest, She’s qeeoii in a little kingdom, Each child a royal guest. Qnecn.V an empty title! More than a queen is she; Mother of young immortals Wh| gather at her knee. She brings their welcome supper, And they sit down at h«r feet Tired, and hungry, and happy, A*d eke laughs to see them eat, Then she smooths the yellow tangles inssiwaraiRssS’--, With tfm’childrqtKsfairy-land. I tX Tgen the little knotted shoe-strings A Ase patiently untied, And the children in their night-gowns Kneel at their mother's side. Their voices are low and sleepy Brerthidr * maple prayers are said, And the Hood-night kiss is given Then a qniet comes about her, Solemn and still and deep, And she says in her dreamy fancies, "The children are fast asleep,” Yes-, fast asleep, poor mother. In their beds so low and green, Daisies and clover blossom Each face and sky between, The Memories of the Heart. We may shred the moss-veil from the rose, Th * blossom from the spray ; The bloom that pcarle the luscious grape A touch will brush away ; The vine may loosen from the tree Which once it clung so fast; But the heart will keep its memories Till life itself be past. The gold must die from the sunset skies, The purple from fair hills ; Tho foam flowers fade from waves, Drought hush the habbling rills ; The earth grows cold and passionless ’Neath Winter’s bitter blast; But the heart will keep its memories Till life itself be past. The flush will fade from check and brow, And the sweet smile wane and die ; The freshness leave the coral lips, Tears dim the brightest eye ; Youth, beauty, hope and happiness, And love may die at last; But the heart will keep its memories Till life itself be past. MISCELLANEOUS. ANNA’S PLAN. Mr. Gracey stood before the fire and poked the glowing coals vigorously.— When he was vexed he always did that —-by way, I suppose, of satisfying his desire to strike whoever he happened to be vexed with. This time it was his pretty daughter, Anna, who was making her shining knitting-needles fly faster than her father did the poker, while her bright brown eyes gazed somewhat defiantly at the form of her father as he stooped over the fire, and her pretty red mouth was compressed with a determined expres¬ sion. Mr. Gracey’s head was shocky and sandy now, but if one had seen his portrait as a young man it would have shown a dark auburn which lay in Waves,.like Anna’s own, and in the face a strong resemblance to hers. She resembled him ih his Strong will, too, and their opinions clashed oftener than was quite agreeable to the gentle mother, who wanted everything to id on so smoothly. This time it was Anna’s beau—indeed, her accepted lover, who had once had the father’s consent—who was the cause of the trouble. There was ft dance over at Westfield Corners, as it. was called, and Anna was The Democrat Vol. 2. determined to go with her lover, Richard London, and her (Other was determined she should go with a city cousin who was visiting them, in their own trap.— And if be could have seen a letter from Richard, which was snugly hidden in Anna's pocket, be might have been more deteimined than he was. “Father, you never once bbjected to Richard till you had that dispute with his father about the land,” said Anna. “Maybe not,” replied Gracey, straight ening up his tall figure; “but I’ve vowed since to have nothing to do with the whole set of Landons. Like father, like son. Nobody knows how Richard's going to turn out. I’ve made up my mind I won’t have him poking round here any longer.” “But, father, we had your consent once.” « "Don’t care if you did. I take it back, that’s all. Now, there’s your* Cousin Tom wants you as bad as Richard does; Why can’t you take him, like a sensible girl and be satisfied ?” “Father, nobody thinks much of Thomas Wiiby but you. I don’t believe half the tales he tells about being so well off. I never will marry him, I tell you.” “We’ll see about that. As to this dance to-night, you can either let Tom dr;ve you over, or you stay at home.” Jt was on Anna’s lips to say she stay at Jbome'r hot Richard's plans and pleadings spoke tCT him. < , , , (. cousin , than “I’d rather go with n>y stay at home,” she said, qu:«Vy “Very well, then, you can gd, ” said the father. Anna turned and left the room, but there was something in her air all the morning which made the old gentleman very suspicious. So at dinner he remarked: “I believe I’ll ride over to the Cor¬ ner’s and see the young people’s frolic to-night I reckon they won’t turn me out if I don’t dance myself, and X haven’t seen a young folks’ party these twenty years. Yes,* I think I’ll saddle old Aleck and ride Over.” j “Do, uncle! Ttadr will be jolly!” said Thomas Wilby/while into Anna’s there stole a i- ~ v » «• __ Si* * i*K' ’ , , i , Graeey, audhe “Aha! reckon I’ve matched ’em this time!” But Anna’s wits were busy, too, wirile she was helping her mother wash the dinner dishes. Suddenly, as they stood putting away the last shining tins in the tidy pantry, Anna caught her mother by the shoulder, and said : “Mother, I have your consent to marry Richard ?” “Yes, dear daughter. Richard is worthy, we know.” “And you don’t want to see me marry Cousin Thomas ?” “Oh, Anna, I had rather see you dead!” “Well, my dear little mother, I don’t think I’ll die, and I know I won’t marry cousin. But now, mother 4 I’ll tell you a secret. I can trust you ?” “Yes, Anna.” “Well, dear, Richard wrote me to meet him at tlie dance to-night. Then we would slip away, go over to Westfield and pi t married to-morrow morning. What do you say, mother dear ? The good little woman began to cry, but she said: “Do as you please, Anna; I can’t blame you. The life your father leads you is’pretty hard, I know. But, oh, Anna, your father is going to the Cor¬ ners !’’ “Yes mother, on purpose to watch us ; so Richard’s plan won’t work. But I have another one. I can count on your consent, dear, and a good word with father afterward ?” “Yes, yes,” sobbed the mother. “That’s a dear, good mother,” said Anna, kissing her. “Don’t think I don’t appreciate your sacrifice, for I do. And after all’s done I’m sure father has too much sense not to make the best of “I’ll do my best for you, dear.” “I know you will, mother I I won’t tell you my plan, for it might get you into trouble. And I must get to work now, for I have no time to lose.” Anna found a chance to send her lover a little note, which contained only these words; Dear Richard ; I cannot go to tbs Corners. But meet me at Willis’s Half way House about eight o’clock with a fast horse and chaise. Don’t be as tonished if I come alone, but only be ready for me quick, Anna. And her messenger brought her lover’s answer, written hastily upon a scrap of her own note and simply say ing! All right, and all ready. Richard. Anna was dressed and in good spirits when her father rode away at night, and very soon Thomas drove the light chaise round to the door and helped her to her Crawfordville, Georgia, January 4, 1878. seat, quite delighted with her gracious friendliness, for his cousin Anna was not always ready to shcrtr him much flavor. It was a glorious moonlight night, every leaf and twig showing against the white snow. They rode gayly along for a mile or two, and Anna took special pains to make herself agreeable, until she thought it was about time to set her plan work ing. Suddenly, on pretence of arranging the rug, Anna stooped over and dexter rously dropped her muff into the snow. She gave a light scream. “Ob, I’ve dropped jny muff, and It was new, a Christinas present from father. Do please get out and get it. I can hold the horse, Unsuspicious and obliging, Thomas handed his deceitful little cousin the reins, and sprang out te get the muff. Quick as thought, Anna drew the reins lightly, taught the light whip from its socket, gave the swift horse a cut, and sent it flying down the road as light as an arrow, while poor Thomas, not comprehending her game as yet, ran shouting after them But he was soon left far, far behind, while on flew the bay horse, guided by Anna’s steady touch, until she drew it up, reeking with foam, under the long shed at Willis’s. Another chaise was there, and in the moonlight Anna recognised Richard’s fast grey st Stl i He came forward at oneft ‘ wx! ’ ' J “Is it yon, Anna?” 'soy/.J.i'V , “Yes, Richard,” she said, springing out. “Tell the boy to blanket my horse ; he’s all in a sweat, and keen him here till Cousin Tom comes for him. lie’.’!.be here, soon, I fancy. Are you ready ?” “Yes, all ready. Jump into my cliaise quick, Anp., We’ll explain as we go along. You’ll go to Westfield with me dear ?” “Any where you please, Dick, only let us be quick. Father^ at the Corners. ” Dick pat her into, his chaise, gave a few brief orders tR v astonished groom, and far t)..?'» ’ inute was on >C? »'*• "" ^ felchard ^ t neither Tom, nor Anna came. At last, convinced something was wrong, he mounted his horse and rode back, meeting Thomas half-way from Willis’s with bis news. Thomas was for instant pursuit, but the old gentleman vowed nobody should go after her or bring her back; she had made her own bed and she might lie on it for all he cared, whether she found it comfortable or not. So home went the old father, and nursed his wrath till next morning, when a note was brought from Anna, begging Thomas’ pardon for the cavalier way in which she was obliged to desert him the night before, saying that Rich¬ ard and herself were married, and gone home to Father Landon’s, and were wating to know if they might come over and ask her parents’ forgiveness. Now Mr. Gracey did know when to make the best of a thing, and he ad¬ mired his daughter the more for the will and spirit which equaled his own. So, after fuming and fretting awhile, he said: “Well, I give in. She’s a match for me ! Really Gracey pride that! Wife, scare up your fattest turkey, and I’ll go and bring them home to dinner.” Hog Cholera. A distinguished physician, who has been for months investigating the causes of hog cholera, with a view of arriving at the best curative agents therefor, has discovered that the corpuscles of the blood in hogs which have died of the socalled hog cholera are pierced by a very minute microscopic mite or insect, permitting the scrum to ooze out and leave the fibrous portions. There are no such conditions in the healthy blood. The lesion which causes death in tlie hog is sometimes located upon one organ and then another, just as the animal has chanced to get the" insect placed ; it it is breathed through the air, the lesion is in the lungs, or in the portion of tlie brain more easily ap proached. If the insects are eaten with the food, then the stomach, liver or intestines are involved ; but always the blood corpuscles are pierced by myriards of these microscopic insects, with fatal results. Tlie remedy evident If is something that will destroy these insects which infect the blood in count less members, The best remedy, if this theory of its case is correct, will be coal cinders, coal oil, turpentine and sulphur. Should these remedial agents have the desired effect, tlie above discovery will prove of vast importance, to hog raisers throughout the country. -------- The right place for tramps—the tread miH. Wanted. Bays ad ipfcto, hoys of will, 8©y» et aJMa, brain and power, Fit to co*e nth anything— These ary wanted every boor. Do wbaievn yog ! WTe xo do With at; is end honest seel, Bend ytmr sinews to the task— Pnt yo*r VUonlden to the wheel. Though duty may be hard, Look Ml tm tt as an ill, If It he a-' Wiest t task, Do It with P»,onest will. whets'- jr'f you may be— From you: future efforts, boys, Contss n Nation’s destiny. The Reripe for Prosperity. 1. Let eMnr youth i be taught some useful art and bo trained to industry and thrift. 1 1 2 . i^ t secikly «A»y young man lay aside Bnd ke ep In tact a certain pro portion of evely hid earnings, 3. Lot one set out in life with a fi xe d deform (limself, ination to engage in business far and let him put this detemflfutkm into practice as early j n 4, life as pnssfbto. Begtr ytni It a small, safe way, and extend business as experience shall 5. teach £ is own advantageous, books and know constantly wpat you are earning and just where fqa stand. '&! Dor ry until in recipt of a tolerable income—sufficient to live on cc tably. 7. Never get into debt. A man who owns nothing can never fail. 8. Let !ty man who is able buy him a farnSP rhieh to br 4 ‘i«f ”p his sons, It is on the* inn that Aj».tffrned best m^ mora p y and intellect out. 9. Bear** fciind that your business cannot be perminently prosperous unless you share its advantages equally with your ust0 ITS. An all ti sy, all buzzard system of business ci never succed in the long run . parties to a transaction most be mutually benefited if trade is kept up. ! JO, F .qri- nce has shown that a st ripping policy with employ is not ' •w? »• M«t. *o*. • empiovw. Live and let live is abetter theory. 11. Never get your business so much extended that you are driven to take in a partner. If you engage in a partners!)ip at all, let it not be forced upon you. 12. If you find yourself in competent to manage a business successfully, settle down contentedly to work for wages, do your best for your employer, make his interests yours, and be certain to live on yonr income. Every one is not qualified by nature to manage successfully, but as much real happiness is .enjoyed in a salaried position as in any other, if the individual be only frugal and contented. 13. Don’t seek political office. 14. Aim to be Just and fair in all your dealings, and cultivate ft good reputation for paying promptly. If these few rules were generally ob¬ served, we should hear.” A Good Temperanoe Story, and a Short One. In a large city, a laboring man leaving a large saloon saw a costly carriage and pair of horses standing in front, occupi¬ ed by two ladies elegantly attired, con¬ versing with the proprietor. As it roll¬ ed nWny he said to the dealer, “Whose establishment is that?” “It’s mine” replied the dealer, complacently. “It cost $5,000, but my wife and daughter cannot do witnontit.” The merchanic bowed his head a moment in deep thought, and looked sad ; then with the energy of a man suddenly aroused by a startling flash, said, “I see it 1 I see it!” “See what ?” queared tlie dealer. “See where for years my wages have gone I helped pay for that carriage, for those horses and that gold-mounted harness, for the silk and lace and jewelry for yObr family. The money I earned that should have given my wife and family a home of their own and good clothing, I have spent at your bar. My wages and the wages of others like me have sup¬ ported you and yonr family in luxury. Herafter my wife and children shall have the benefit of my wages, and by the help of God I will never spent another dHne for drink. I see the mistake and a cure for K.” They had a typographical hop at La Crosse, the other night. A drunken printer hopped out of a fo<«-«tory win¬ dow. An exeffrpUry but impecunious church goer in Houston, TWt.,- recently put his revolver in the plate for the missionaries. A Iowa justice refused to fine a man for kissing a girl against her consent.— He thought she ought to have consented. Two button-kids—A young goat fight. No. 1. ▲ Miserable Failure. A great, hen-pecked looking man. With a sepulchral voiae, glided into the Central Station office on Saturday, and sat for two hours and a half it irritating a pimple on his nose, before he managed to muster nerve sufficient to unbosom himself. .. „ Having . screwed ... himself up to . the sticking point T lie stepped softly up to the Squire and said with marked em¬ phasis : “Judge I” “Well, sir answered the Court. “I’ve come—” “Well.” “To ascertain—” “Go ahead.” “How much—” This Bounds very business-like, thought the Court. "How much will it cost—’* “Ves, yes.” “How much will it cost, if in an unguarded momeint, I should be seized with a spasm and should smite the woman who doubles my troubles over the brow with the palm of my dexter fin.” “Let me understand,” said the Court. “You wish to know the penalty of wife beating. Is that it ?” “That’s the Englishl of it.” “Well, about thirty days.” “Thirty days,” repeated the hen¬ pecked man. “Judge, would they let her go in a hundred yards of my prison home if I protest ?” “Certainly not.” His mournful countenance blossomed with anticipated joy as. 4l6 gtiffteJ for the door. As lie was passing out he turned'boldly to the justice and remark ed: “Make her out, Ju a®;. I’ll be here to pay the penalty in Just about two hours, Thirty days. How cheap! Oh, won’t I whang her one! I can’t hold a candle to her on the jaw movement; I haven’t even pretended to wear the trousers. But my womanhood Is arous¬ ed. I’ll simply gyrate in an irregular orbit about her head-piece, and then will give myself up to the law for thirty days with pleasure. If I can get one grand, glorious sling of this No. 10 bull skin at her, I’ll go down for sixty days without a groan.” to Two the hospital hoOni laier ffMPjfcjsu shutter, and his ht*. wife on a was arrested for assault and battery. A Graphic Description; In one of the justice's courts the other day a witness in an assault and battery case gave his version of the affair as follows : “Well, sir, the two stood facing each other, one kinder growled and the other kinder chuckled. Then they made faces at each other. Then one dast and the other dasu’t. Then they kinder walked around. Then they kinder poked up their hats and spit on their hands.” “And then ?” asked the lawyer, as the witness paused for breath. “And then they glared at each other. Then they made up faces again. Then •omebody hollered for ’em to go in and kick eaclt other all to death. Then they kinder got ready, pulled their hats down and then rushed together like two big ferry boats, reared up on end, came down with an awful crash, and the next thing I saw was this ’ere man’s coat all ripped up the back, and that ’ere man’s nose all chawed ziz-zag, and that’s all I know about the murder ■» Chief Justice Marshall was in the habit of going to market himself, and carrying home his purchases. Fre¬ quently he would be seen at sunrise, with poultry in one hand and vegetables in the other. On one of these occasions a fashionable young man who had re moved to Richmond, was swearing violently because he could find no one to carry home his turkey Marshall stepped up and asked where he lived. Being told, he said, “That is uty way, and I will take it for you.” When they came to the house, the young man inquired, "What shall I pay you ?” “Oh 1 Nothing,”said the Chief Justice ; “you are welcome. It was In my way, and no trouble. ” “Who is that old man who brought my turkey for me?” inquired the young man of a bystander. "That,” replied he “is Mr. Marhshall, Chief Justice of the United States.” "Why did hebfing home my turkey.” “To give you a severe reprimand, and to teach you to attend to your own business,” was the reply. • M A Troy (N. Y.) policeman swore as fol lows; “The jirisoner sat on me, calling me an ass and an idiot—all of which I certify to he true.” There is one Detroit man who doesn’t put On the gloves any more for exercise. The doctors are feeling the back of his head in hopes to find his nose. A dangerous game—Playing the deuce. THE DEMOCRAT ADVERTISING RATES: One Sqnare, first insertion . » •, I One Square, . eaeh subsequent insertion T» One Square, three months ' l* M One Square, twelve months . . la 0* Quarter Half Column Column, twelve months . . M OS twelvemonths . SO 00 One Column twelve months . 100 09 tST One Inch or Less considered aa a square. We have no fractions of a square, ail fractions of squares will be counts* as squares. Liberal deductions made on Goa* tract Advertising. The Whieky TeiephutWb A Detroit saloon keeper has suffered much peonni»ry loss at the Hands •*** racked his brain for a remedy. It doc * not *** t0 knock » m * u down because ?° m ? nc f' and h * rsU words collect. ( "T me other day a popular saloonist got the idea that he had been struggling after. He rigged up a wire, a mouth-piece and other parts of a telephone, and was ready for the first case. It came along yesterday morning. A well dressed and decent look¬ ing man called for brandy, and after he swallowed it, softly said ; “I’ll call around and settle as soon as I can got a cheek cashed.” “Ail right—nil right,” smiled the saloon¬ ist’ and he stepped hack to the mouth piece and called out : “Chief of Police, are you in?" The beat baited to hear what was going on, and the saloonist continued: "All right. 1 want to give you a descrip¬ tion of a suspicious looking character—Just goiie dut of my saloon. Are you ready to serve me?” There was an interval of two or three sec¬ onds, and the saloonist went on : “About five feet eight —light hair—blue eyes—goatee—heavy brown overcoat—black “Say, you I” exclaimed the hesti “here’s your IS rents for that brandy I I had some change lu my vest pocket!” “Ah—ah—yes," smiled the saloonist, and taking the money he went to the montb piece and called; "It’s all right—I made a mistake—man is as good as vthoat I” The bent walked out without a word, but as he reached the s|recj, !**■*,.,, wM . w *" li dead give-away on me, and IM like to punch old Prof. Bell's head about half an hour." Daniel Webster once dined with an old Boston merchant, and when they came to the wine a dusty old bottle was carefully decanted by John and passed to the host. Taking the bottle he poured out Mr. Web* ster's glass and handed It to him. Then pouring out another glass for himself he held it to tlie light and said : “How do you like It, Mr. Webster?” “I think it is a fine specimen of old port ” said “Now, ran you guess what it cost me V* tlie host. “Surely not,” said Mr. Webster, “I only know that it is excelleul.” “Well, now, lean tell you, for I made a careful estimate the other day. When 1 add the interest lo the first price,-1 find that tt cost me the sniff of Just one dollar and twenty "Lnou cents per via iimeioua! yo.. „,J. «,,*• amid. Mr. Webster; and then dfumirig his glass he presented it again with tho ismark : “Kill It up agitin as quick as you >an, for 1 want to stop that confounded intei> H t.” Closed. A traveler endeavored to walk Into * Vicksburg hotel, temporarily closed fof repairs, but wus unable to effect ail entrance. “That house is closed, mister,” said A pedcslrain as lie passed along. The traveler banged away on the door, and the pedhstrain again called out! “Ybti, there—that house is close !’’ The traveler twisted away at the knob, and onoe more the pedestrain called : “I say, the house is closed I “Don’t you suppose I know It, yoU d timed fool ?” toared the traveler. “What I’m trying to do is to open it t” Tlie head-waiter—The last man in a crowded barber’s shop. —--mm*.-A ■ A household in Boston advertises rooms to let to gentleman furnished with gas. A mosquito cannot fiv like an eagle, but ho can bully all tho Christian graces out of a man. We don’t believe in miracles; but the other day a deaf mute was given a hear ing by a police magistrate, A good many theatrical ventures now¬ adays liegins with bill-board and end with board-bill, Jones says that when lie started for the dentist’s, the other day, lie took at tooth-hurty gait. Louisville has great expectations of a literary club just started with forty-five dime novels for a library. There are twenty-five stove firms in Troy, and each one advertises “the best stoves in the world.” Two things in nature are detestable— A girl who is trying to be a woman, and a woman trying to lie a girl. —• To adopt that familiar proverb to suit these times it should read, “Truth is mor8 0 f a stranger than fiction,” What tiffs country wants is a few more , ninety-nine cent stores. A dollar is toq j much to i>ay for twenty cent articles, ■—♦ It is remarked by a bilious Eastern journal of a Chicago couple: “Two souls with but a single thought—how to 1 get rid of each other.