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THE DEMOCRAT. A Live Weekly Paper on Live Issues Published Every Friday Homing, at Or*wfordville, Ga. WDSUILIVAN. Proprietor BATES OF SiTBSCRIPTIOX; Single Copy, (one year,) . S 2 00 Single Single Copy, Copy, (six months,) . . . 1 eo (three months,) ... tS~ Advertising rates liberal. BOOK and JOB PRINTING a specialty. Prices to suit the times. How She Misled Them. The other day a groceryman at Chatta nooga gave a latge party, at which the daughter of a carriage painter, who lived next door, created a decided sen. sation. It was not that she was more handsomely attired than the other ladies present, but that when she gyrated in the “dance of death" she was observed to display the Only pair of pink silk stockings in the room. She left the house for a few molnents at the ex pi ration of the dance, and in the next Valtz, exhibited a pair of light blue dit¬ toes. An hour later her crushed and exasperated female friends beheld these supplement by further hose of a delicate Chocolate shade. And so it went on Until her miserable rivals determined to follow her the next time she disappeared They traced her to her father’s paint Bhop in the back yard where she was discovered brush in hand, and about ornamenting hernethel extremities with a final aitistic coat of light salmon. The exulting spies rushed back with the damaging news, but it was too late. The men were all too tight to under stand, the music hacl gone home, and the lights were being put out. Thus it is that fraud and duplicity triumph, while honest simplicity walks around with a daru on its call and a hole in its heel .—Atlanta Independent. Josh Billings’ Proverbs Don’t despise your poor relation.— They might get rich some time, and then it would be so hard to explain things. The reputation a man gets from his ancestors wants about as much altering ° to fit him as their clothes would There is no woman stationed on the face of the earth who tries so hard to do right and fails oftener than the average mother-in-law. An enthusiast is an individual who believes about four times as much as he can prove, and can prove four times as much as anybody else will believe. Falling in love is like falling down stairs; it’s hard work to find out just how the thing was done. H-.y jttv where comCorUiiiy but in a church; they fat very slowly in a church. This proves that they can’t live on religion any more than a minis ter can. The worst tyrant in this world is a woman who is superior to her husband and lets everybody know it. Love is like the measels, you can’t have it but once, and the later in life we have it the tougher it goes with us. Great thinkers are not apt to be great whistlers. When a man can’t think of anything he begins to whistle. • —* A Handy Witness. The plaintiff, in a case before a recent term of the Detroit District Court was somewhat disturbed on learning that a certain individual whose reputation for veracity was none the best was to be a witness for the defendant. The fellow’s capacity for false swearing was notori¬ ous, and unless his integrity was shaken, plaintiff’s case was a “gone goose. ” He hied himrelf ro a brother litigant, and asked him if he would believe the wit¬ ness under oath. was the know he is a liar.” “Yes.” “A thief.” “Yes.” “Disreputable ir, every particular.” “Yes.” “Well, I want you to go on the stand and swear to your belief.” The friend’s countenance became troubled, and he replied : “My dear fellow, I would do you al most any favor, but, you see, T have got him emplored as a v, uness for myself next week, and I can’t afford to impeach his veracity. - ’ The plaintiff sought testimony else where, and the false swearer got his piice fiom both parties. •-• Don’t Do It. Don’t expect a man to practice all he preaches. Eminent physicians will not swal low thi ir own nostrums. Don't imagine that you are better than your fellow. There are no reserved seats in heaven. Don't let your wealth inflate you. Rich men sometimes die of small pox. Don’t expect your pastor to be per¬ fect. Charcoal will mar the beauty of the lllly. Don’t eat fish for brain food. A hen never scratches for chickens before they are hatched. Don't make a noise in the world. A train is not moved by the sound of the whistle. Don’t spend too much time in adorning your person. A wax figure can't recite the multiplication table. Don t dream that your child was born to D»n-I „p„. ,»1dilor to never; tional on Sunday. Every Saturday night ther# is the “devil to pay at the office.” Now is the time to subscribe, only ?2. Yol. 2. POETRY* = I'm a Twin. In form and feature _ fate and Umb> I grew so like my brother, That folks got to taking me for him, And each for oue another. It puzzled all our kith and kin, It reached a fearful pitch ; . For one of ns was born a twin, And not a soul knew which! One day, to make the matter worse, Before our names were fixed, As we were being washed by nurse, We got completely mixed ; And thus you see, by fate’s decree, Or rather nurse's whim, My brother John got christened me. And I got christened him ! This fatal likeness qven dogged My footsteps when at school; And I was always getting flogged, For John turned out a fool. I put this question fruitlessly To every one I knew, "What would you do if yon were me, To prove that you were you?" Our close resemblance turned the tide 0 f my domestic life, For, somehow, my intended bride Became brother’s wife. - my In fact, year after year* tlie same Absurd mistakes went on, And when I died, the neighbors Came and buried brother John. 3-— __ MISCELLANEOUS. __ ~ THE BEST OF PROOF. There could be no doubt of Nellie Brainards’s good looks. The town poet, * n rura ' rhymes, had compared her I' 1 *’*' 011 to roses and lilies, to the ira mense disadvantage of those flowers. Her female acquaintances, in solemn, couneil assembled, bad decided that, while s,ie was P rett Jo lier beauty w as of the doll order. If the poet’s rymes were not, surely the ladies’ decision was, convincing, “Doll-babyish” is the term women al ways apply to the beauty of which they are jealous. To sa y Kellie was pretty, is to put it mildly. She was bewitching. Every thing about list w as bewitching, from her blue e ves to her little feet—the - latter encased in slippers at a sight of ' vb ' ll -' b Cinderella would have turned green with envy. Her ways were so distractingly be witching that you wouldn’t have blam ed anybody for being in love with her. She was twenty-two—quite a little man—but you never would have thought her more than eighteen. It is with regret we admit that she took to flirting as naturally as a duck takes to water. She couldn’t help it. There was not the slightest intention on her part to tie heartless; but those blue eyes of hers insisted on looking tenderly at everybody and everything. When she gazed at the moon (you should have seen her with the moonlight upon her !) it was with as much tender¬ ness as though she believed there was really a man in it. It was unfortunate that she was i>ossessed of such eyes, but she really was not to blame. It is unnecessary to state that she was responsible for terrible laceration of the hearts of the beaux. There was none other among them who had arrived at the desperate con dition of Mr. Frank Gray. The deepest depths of the deep ocean were mere shoals compared to the depth of his love. Ilis appetite had become such a ow of its former self that his landlady contemplated his symptoms with cenary joy. The dimensions of his wash-bill were past all belief. He was utterly miserable 1 lie saw the “loadstone of his exist euce” smile impartially on all men. He calIed hirase i ( a fool for being in love such a flirt, and no doubt a good mauy p e() p] e agreed with him. Tlie state of Nellie’s heart in regard to him ; s noue 0 f 0 ur affair. xjpon a bright spring day these two were sitting on a creek’s bank. Brook or river would have been more romantic ; but with that strict regard for historical fact whieh should tie at once the arnhi tion and pride of al , chroniclers, we re * it was a creek. Frank was fishing, while Nellie was watching t .. with expectant * . face . the .. . bob- . ing cor Our love of ...... historical accuracy again . compe s us to unromantic. - ‘ e did not fall in the water. I rank did not jump in, and, seizing her hair, af ter a prolonged struggled bring her safe to shore, and, as a result they did not K®t married and live happy ever after ward. This is probaoly the only case on re cord where this has not happened. It is well known that young ladies are in the cons t an ^ practice of tumbling in the them. Thi, exception ml, prove, the rule. There would have beer.no earthly object in Nellie doing such a thing, as the water was hardly deep pnough to drown a kitten. The Democrat Crawfordville, Georgia, March 22, 1878. Kellie watched the bobbing cork, eagerly waiting for the expected bite— that is, Nellie was eagerly waiting, not the cork. When it went under, and Frank pulled out a struggling, gasping little fish, for all her eagerness an expression ofsympa thy came into her face. “Ugh !” she exclaimed. “You horrid fellow! What cruel sport! You men are heartless monsters !” Frank replied, meaningly, looking very hard at her : “No more heartless than some women I know.” Nellie’s eyebrows arched, and her lips pouted, as she answered ; “What a horrid remark!” “It is horribly true,” rejoined he, still looking very hard at her. “They catch men’s hearts and throw them away again as pitilessly and carelessly as I do this fish Nellie replied, somewhat earnestly : “But, Frank, you don’t always throw the fish away, do you ?” But the remark was lost on him. Ho sat silent for a time—then only said : “I am tired of fishing ; let us walk up to the house.” Was that a shade of disappointment on Nellie’s face ? Who knows ? That night there was to be a party at the house. Of course, Nellie was there; and, as a consequence, Frank, too. We forgot to mention—and for such an unpardonable omission we apolo gize—that Nellie Brainard had quite a snug little fortune of her own. Perhaps this had quite as much to do with the number of her suitors as her beauty, On this particular evening, her admi •'era were so many and so attentive, and Nellie was so delightfully pleasant to all, that Frank was in a continual white heat of jealously and rage. Had he been melo-dra-matic in his character, nothing but an unlimited quantity of gore would have satisfied him. Major Brainard, a military gentle man from the city, very proud of his name and the handle to it, was particular aversion. It would have given Frank great pleasure tp.bava w>wM t * ha Wood of the Whole Brainard family. At eleven o’clock, the major and Nellie left the dancers, to stroll in tho moonlight. Oh, if Frank could only got at him! The conspicously tender way in which the major put her shawl around lier created a volcano iu Frank, compared to which Vesuvius was mildness. When he went to bed, that nigat, it was with a determination never to make love to Nellie again. That was how it happened that for six months he never called to seo lier. When they met iu the street, she gave hitn reproachful, almost pleading looks, but he only bowed coldly. He would have given anything to have taken her in his arms, but congratulated himself that he was not to be deluded by her arts. Foolish fellow, not to know lie might have done so far the asking 1 It was a time of great financial de¬ pression. Frank Gray’s business was good, but collections were slow. For a year he had found it hard work to meet his obligations. A note of his for three thousand dollars would be due in a few days at the town bank. The man to whom he had given it a rich old raiser with a heart of stone—had refused to renew at either wholly or in part. In vain, as the day drew fatally near, Frank had endeavored to collect the money. That failing, equally vain was his endeavor to borrow it. Every one seemed to be in the same condition »» himself. lie found, too, that most friendship won't stand a three-tbousand dolfar test. Of course the whole town knew he was ' n trouble. Blow your nose at one end of a country town and somebody at the other end sneezes, Kellie Brainard had heard of his diffi culties, and taking into consideration the fact that he had not called on her {or months, seemed to take a great in t eres t i u I rank Gray’s affairs. She questioned and cross-questioned until she had ascertained tlie amount of the and the day upon which it would Upon that day, at four o’clock, Frank sat in his office waiting for the protest. He had requested the teller of the bank a fr5end of ,,i s , to bring it. He had suffered much all day. He was a d fell and would rather have ] os t his right arm than his financial j jonor j n a i^tle while his friend entered and exe i aimed _ “Why, old boy, how pale you are 1 Cheer up 1” But he only answered, in a daspairing way : “Give me the protest.” “Frank,” was the reply, “there Ls no protest.” The astonished man sprung to his leet. “No protest* I cannot understand ;” “Now,” said his friend, “if you will sit down again, and not act bo much like a wild Indian. I will explain. “Go on—go on 1” “The not was paid at ten minutes of three." “What Dv>stery is this ?” “Will yotfb* quiet ? It is no mystery tome. When I had given up all that you mi*ht by some chance raise the niODey, a m*ddle aged lady entered. I had never sseu bar before. She walked up to my wndow, and said, in quite a matter-of-Ln way. “There is a note of Mr. Frank Gray’s, for three dollars, due,lere to-day.” I assented. Believe me was astonished when she said, ‘Here j* the money. I do not wish the note ; g-.ve it to Mr. Grav— i n “The mvrter.v is greater than ever 1” Frank interrupted. “Not so f istmy boy,” his friend went on. “You need not blush when I tell you I know yon love Nellie Brainard. Now do no!> speak again until I am through. You may blush if you wish when I say that I believe all aloug Nellie Brainard lofed you. Now I am certain of it.” Frank gasped—actually gasped. “You know she has quite a large de¬ posit iu our bank. Well, this morning she came in. and, to my astonishment, drew t wen tv-nine hundred dollars. At ten minutes of three the note was paid by the middl*-aged lady of whom I have told you. I jiave since learned there is an aunt on a visit to Nellie, who an¬ swers the description of that middle-aged lady. Nellie no doubt had one hundred dollars in ready cash, and drew' only twenty-nine hundred as a blind.” It was plain enough now. Frank was dazed. Of course he didn’t dross himself ro gardless that evening before ho started to see Nellie! Perhaps he didn’t walk along the road as though he was float ing ! Oh, ro—not at all 1 Perhaps he didn’t see through her as Burned coldness when she met him! Perhaps it v is a long time before they understood each other ! At all ev< fib, if there lmd been one peeping Ir, ' parlor at about nine o’clock, be ? he would have seen a Y -op from a irmnlj shoulder, sho'Siders a f) i-etty faces do not grow on manly of their own accord. Whether the chirping sounds that occasionally broke the low conversation were kisses^ will always remain a matter of conjecture. Wo express 110 opinion ; and the wedding that soon followed will help our readers to form their own opinion on so delicate a topic. Uncle Remus on Education. As Uncle Remus came up Whitehall street yesterday, he met a little colored boy carryi ng a slate and a number of books. Some words passed between them, but tlieir exact purport will prob¬ ably never be known. They were un* pleasant, for the attention of it wander¬ ing policeman was called to the matter by hearing the old man bawl out: “Don’t you come foolin’ longer me, nigger. Youer flipin’ yo’ sass at de wrong color. You’k’n go roun’ here an’ sass dese white people, an’ maybe dey’ll stan’ it,. but w’en you como a s ii n gj n yo ’ jaw at a man w’at wuz gray w > Pn de fahmin’days gin out, you bet ter go an’git vo’hide gveazed.” “What’s the matter old man V” asked a sympathized policeman. “Nothin’, boss,’cep’in I ain’t gwin ter hav’ no nigger chillun a hoopin’ an’ a hollerin’at me w’eu I’m gwine ’long de streets » “Ob, well—school-children— you know how they are.” up) at ’s w’at make I say w’at I duz. Dey better be home picken up chips. W’at a nigger gwirieter l’arn outen hooks ? I kin take a bar’l stave an’ fling mo’ sense inter a nigger in one miuit dan all de school houses betwixt dis en de stateuv Midgigin. Don’t talk, honey 1 Wid one bar’l stave 1 kin fa’rly lif’ de vail erignunce.” “Then you don’t believe in educa cion ?” “Hits de ruination cr dis country, Look at my gal. De ole ’ornan sent ’er scll00 i ^ vear ail i now / diu —> n t ^ ^ ^ ^ (J( home. She done got beyant ’er bizness. 1 ain’t larnt nuthin in books, >en yit I kin count all de money I gits. No use a talkin’, boss. Put a spelling book in a nigger’s hand s en right den en dar’ you loozes a plow hand. I done had do spe’unce un it .”—Atlanta Constitution. --•—•—*•-—- ^ ^iHle chap had a dirty face and his teacher told him to go and wash it. He went away, and after a few minutes carne back with the lower part of his countenance tolerably clean, while the upper part was dirty and wet. “Johnny,” said the teacher, “why didn’t you wash your face ?” “I did wash it, sir.” “You didn’t wipe it all over, then.” “I did wipe it as high as my shirt would go.” Pride often builds the nest in which poverty batches its sorrows. No. 12. POETRY. - A Stroll on The High Hill. BT J, W. D. On one fair, pleasant morn in spring, The aun was shining bright and clear ; The little birds did sweetly sing. ^ nd ' varl5 led forth their cheerful air. Ths fragrant flowers now in bloom, Upon the hills, among the tress; Sent forth their precious, sweet perfume Upon each gentle, passing breuio. >Twas then we took our happy stroll Upon the high and rugged hi!!— When we had walked the willow pole That spanned the little winding rill. We climbed up through the underwood, Until at length we gained its heights ; And then In joy and rapture stood, To contemplate surrounding sights. We then sat down to rest and think, And talk of wonders so profound While from that tall, that lofty brink, We viewed the smaller hills around. And now before us, in full view, Lay fields, woods and branches green ; And flowers, yellow, pink and blue— Ob ! what a treat I delightful scene. As there we sat and mused, I thought Of Him whose hand hail made it all ; Whose wisdom, power and skill had wrought, With equal care, the great and small. The works of nature lift their voice, In praise to our Creator, Lord ; And all Ilia handy works rejoice, To illustrate Ills written word. MISCELLANEOUS. Various Bibles. Queer titles have been given to old editions of the Scriptures. The “Bug” Bible was printed in London in 155i, by Nicholas Hyll. The nickname arose from tho following : Psalm xci, 5. “So that thou slmlt not nede to be afraid for any Brtggrs by nfglite,” etc. The present reading is “Thou alialt not be afraid for the terror by night,” etc. The “Breeches” Bible was printed 1569, at Cannm, and no called from that word in Gen. ill, 7. The “Treacle” Bible was printed In 1508 by Riclwrd Jugge. In Jeremiah viii, 22, it roads, “Is there no tryacle in Gilead?” In 1009 the word tryacle was changed for fosin, hence another edition known ns the “Rosin Bible, iu which the passage reads. “Is there 110 rosin iu Gilead?” Tho word balm was not introduced until lttli, and the reading, “Is there no balm in Gilead ?” continues until the time, The “He Bible, printed in London in Dill, by Robert Barker, takes its nick name from a curious error occurring in Until ill,15,“He measured six measures of barly and laid it on her and he went into thecity.” In tlie same year (1011) another and entirely distinct edition was printed, in which the word she was substituted for the he above mentioned, and hence tbe name “She” Bible was given it, to distinguish it from the “He” Bible. The “Wicked” Bible was printed in 1031, and takes its name from tlie very funny mistake of omitting the negative in tlie seventh commandment, making it read, “Thou slialt commit adultery.” This extraordinary omission occured again in a German edition of about 1832, so there is a “Wicked” Bible in Herman as well sis English, The “Vinegar” Bible, 1717, is so called because tho headline of Luke, chapter xx, reads, “The parable of the vinegar,” instead of the vineyard. printer of this edition was one J. Bas kett i of Oxford, and because of the numerous typographical faults, it was sometimes called the “Basket-full of errors.” A Useful Table. To aid farmers in arriving to aceu racy in ascertaining the amount of land in different fields under cultivation, tlie following table is given bv an agricul tural paper ; 5 yards wide 906 yards long contains one acre 10 yarns wide by m yard(4 , 0Jlg con . tains one acre. 20 yards wide by 242 yards long con tains one acre. 40 yards wide by 121 yards long con tains one acre. 160 yards wide by 30j yards long con tains one acre. 220 yards wide by 19$ feet long con tains one acre. HO feet wide by 390 feet long contains one acre. 60 feet wide by 720 feet long contains one acre. Telephonic commniiiearion lias been es tabimhcd between Nashville a distance of nearly two hundred miles. Spurgeon, in a recent sermon, deplored the prevailing infidelity of the age, reinark ing that clergymen were not afraid to [>ro fess principles which formerly, only the most daring atheist had the temerity to a'KTvr. THE DEMOCRAT. AOVtBTMlIti H ATt* : ■ , On* Square, Brat insertion . t» ' One Square, each subsequent inaei lion 73 j | One One Square, Square, twelve three months months 10 IS 00 00 . .* i Quarter llalf Column Column, twelve months . . 20 OU twelve months . SO 60 1 One Column twelve months . 1W 90 W One Inch or Less considered as a , square. We have no fractions of h square, all fractions of squares will be counted M squares. Liberal deductions made on Com* ' tract Advertising. How Advertising Wine. The first time a man looks at an ad* vertisement he does not see it. The second time, be does not notie* R. The third time, he Is dimly conscious of It. The fourth time, he faintly remem* bers having seen something of the kind before. The fifth time, he half reads jt, - , The sixth time, he turns Up hia nose at it; The seventh time, be reads it *11 through, and says, “Pshaw. ” . The eighth time, he ejaculates, “Here’s that confounded thing again The ninth time, he wonders “if there is anything in it.” The tenth time, he thinks it might suit somebody else's Case. The eleventh time, he thinks be will ask his neighbor if he has tried or knows anything about it. The twelfth time, he wonders how the advertiser can make it pay. The thirt * !nth time - he raUier thinfca “ nuiid ins a good thing. The fourteenth time, he happens to think it is just what he wanted for • long time. The fifteenth time, he resolves to try it as soon as he can afford it. The sixteenth time, lie examines the address carefully, and makes a memo¬ randum of it. The seventeenth time, he feels tanta¬ lized to think he is hardly able to afford it. The eighteenth time, he is painfully reminded lie much needs that particular* ly excellent article; The nineteenth time, he counts hia money to see bow much he would have left if he bought It; and Tiie • twentieth time, he frantically rushes out, iu a fit of desparation, and buys. Figuring for Presents. A newsboy with three or four morning papers under his arm, called into a Woodward avchue jewelry store yester¬ day morning, and inquired. “Kin you tell me the price of a wo¬ man’s gold watch—one 0 ’ dem kind aa winds up by twistin’ da knob?” “You mean a sterowiuder,” answered the clerk, “you can get a pretty good ona for about 800.” “Jest sixty ?” “Yes.” “And how much for a diamond pin— one most as big as a bean ?” “Well about *300.” “Three hundred’ll take It will they?’* “Yes.” “Thanks,” said the boy as he backed out. He sat down with his back to the wall, figured with a pencil on the margin of one of his papers, and presently soliloquized. “Three hundred for a pin, and sixty for the wateli—that's three hundred and sixty. Them’s my Santa Claus presents for maw and paw, and I've got eighty one cents on hand and two weeks more to Work in. Yere’s your moruin’ pa¬ pers 1”— Detroit Free Dress. Wo are all silver bugs now. Song of the shoemaker—“A rise, my sole, a rise.” Sweet-meats: Two fond lovers In a fond embrace. Spell-bound : Stuck on a word at a 8pe>ling m at ' ;l) - «,’f _ t ___ 1 LaFin r . wIl , so that 300n overta kes it — — Something entirely uncalled for—An advertised letter. What nation produces the most mar¬ riages V Fascination. They are raising toads in France to kill off tlie cockroaches. A)1 men are not homeless, but some are home less than others. Pole Cat Ranche is the name of a Wyoming town. A sort of one-cent P lac e. The reason why rag-pickers grow rich —Because their business is continually picking up. Why should a spider he a good cor¬ respondent V Because he drops a line by every post. There are mure fools than wise men, and even in the wise men more folly than wisdom. I)r. Revillout states that lemon juice used as a gargle, is an efficacious specific against diphtheria and similar throat diseases. An illiterates corresnondcut, who is given to sporting wants to know when 11,0 “Anglo-Saxon race,” so much talk ed about is to come off.