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TH8 crawrom couiiy Heralfl PUBLISHED WEEKLY. SMITH & BLASINGAME, Editors a Frop’s SUBSCRIPTION, $1.00 PER ANNUM. Official Organ of Crawford County. KNOXVILLE, GEORGIA. Entered at the postoffice at Knoxville, Gh., as second-class matter. And now the “thirty dollar man” wants to beat Gordon for the senate. Crawford is now a wet and dry county in a literil and spiritual sense. Spaulding county nominated Fred D. Dismuke last week for Representative over B. N. Miller, Alliance candidate. At the primary at Griffin last week Li vingston got 128 votes and Stewart 130 vutes, though Stewart had retired from the race. Wjs wonder if Messrs. Eubanks, Hamlin and Grefford carried Bibb for Hughs. Gentlemen, hadn’t you better carry your own county before you try to carry Crawford and Monroe? Livingston and Henderson seem to stand best where they are known least. They both hail from Newton county, yet Livingston ran over 300 votes behind the ticket and Henderson was beaten 200 votes by Nesbit. Hughs sent Messrs. Eubanks and Ham¬ lin his “warriors” to Culloden Saturday. 1 hey bad about the same luck that they did in Crawf rd. When thc people of Crawford and Monroe want anybody to tell them how to vote, they will let it be known. Blount carried Monroe by over 400 majority, and Butts by a very handsome majority. In Upson be was advised not to speak and the result was the people voted without knowing or understanding the issues. In Monroe and Butts he did speak and the people voted understand- ingly. Tiik congressional raca in the ninth district is close and exciting. At last accounts the candidates, Winn and Tate, were tied, chances how r ever favor Winn. The nominee will not have a walk-over, however. Rev. Thad Pickett, inde¬ pendent, and Mongrel and S. A. Darnelb radicals, will both oppoie him. Huen es is President of the Macon and Dublin railroad, a rival of Sparks’ road, and has injoined Sparks from work. Yatesville is the transfer point of all Sparks’ north bound freight, and is build¬ ing high hopes of prosperity on the suc¬ cess of Sparks’ system of railroads. Yet Yatesville and vicinity gave Hughes an indorsement of his fight on Sparks last Friday by a large majority. Some peo¬ ple are rather short sighted. If McCune, of IUino s, the republican wou d-be manager of Alliance politics, could beat Blount, Crisp Turner and a few more Icadng South¬ ern Democrats in Congress, he would not oulv break the Solid South, b it would also pa'-s the Congress lard bill by which the cotton seed oil busintss, a Southern indus'ry, would have to give way for the hog lard business which is an Illinois industry. McCune wants to help his s etion. The railroad has divided us in the mercantile interest, but there will be no division in our schools. The school has grown so that our present new building will soon be entirely inadequate. We hope in less than eighteen months to be able to erect a magnificent edifice and build up a school that will be a pet and pride not only of our town, but the en¬ tire county. A building erected on Mid¬ way grove between our new and old town will insure unity and co-operation all around. Col. Hughs seems to be in rather strange company for an Alliance candi¬ date. The Alliance has time and again declared in favor of a reform and reduc¬ tion in the tariff, in favor of a tariff for revenue only and against a tariff for pro¬ tection. Mayor J. F. Hanson and Mr. U. S. Edwards, of Macon, both oppose a reduction of the tariff and Uvor a pro¬ tective tariff, and consequently high tax¬ ation, that the many should be taxed for the benefit of the few, Mr. Edwards ami Major Ilanson are both strong supporters of Col. Hughs. Edwards pre- sided over the caucus of his friends and Major Hanson w’as a leading member of his managing coin- m ittee aud principal speaker at his mass meetings. Now, we are judged by the com¬ pany we keep and judging that Hughs, by his company and the managers and lead¬ ers of his campaign, he is not only not in accord with the Alliance, but be is not in accord with the Democratic party. Major Hanson’s hostility to Col. Blouut is well known to be on account of Blount's position on the tariff. Indeed on all economic questions Major Hanson is with the Republican party, aud leaving out the negro question, wc have no doubt that he would be found in the Republi¬ can ranks. Now, judging a man by his company, what are we to think of Col. Hughs? Are we to understand that Han¬ son Edwards and company are supporting him because his views on the tariff and kindred subjects are opposite from Blount’s and more in accord with their own? Are these gentlemen proper parties to head a movement for relief of the farm¬ ers and having for its special object a reform of the tariff and reduction of taxes. Major Ilanson is a gentleman of high character and great intelligence, but he is not in accord with the Alli¬ ance or with the Democracy. No candi¬ date need expect to win with the De¬ mocracy of the 6th district who stands on his platform. The stand with Blount for free silver and low taxes—a tariff for revenue only. IV!USINGS FROM M’ELIMURRAY’S MILLS. Sv Yawn came with his fox hounds last w-eek for a hunt. After trailing around for a w hile he jumped a fox, and after running it for two hours he ran it into a gopher hole. He had come for fox and he had to have fox. So he set to work with pick and grub, aud after digging three "hours, brought out a red fox with one leg broke and its ears and tail cut off. Sy is a fox hunter, he is, and such fast dogs. Ruf Tidwell is getting well. Dr. J. II. D. Worsham, of Macon, lost a fine horse with colic last w r eek while on a visit in this vicinity. Miss Josie Wager, of White Plains, is in our neighborhood visiting friends. Jim Eubnnks, our clever postmaster, has got to be quite a politician. stumping He dis¬ lias quit home and gone to the trict for Iftghs. We hear he has got to be quite a stump speaker and orator, lie had a joint discussion with Tom Long, on Deep Oteek, and came off with flying colors. He has bad fine success wherever he has gone, especially in the sixth and at Culloden. Mrs. McCardle lost a mule last week and Mrs. Dr. VanValkenburgh lost two. There was a nice picnic at Billie Bur¬ nett's last Saturday. There will be foot washing at Shiloh church on second Sunday in August. Public schools, w hite and black are now in successful operation. We can hear the whistle on the M. & B. II. R. now'every day and are anxious to have passengers trains put on aud a depot established near us. When a man gets to peddlinsr medi¬ cine and justice both, lie ought to be up to snuff. Judge Wright, our efficient Newberry, ordinary lias appointed Dr. M. this J. district. Jus¬ tice of the Peace for The querry that is disturbing our peo¬ ple now is. Who prevented the polls be¬ ing opened in the 3rd on the 26th ? Was it the Doctor and the Miller, or the Law¬ yer? or was it all combined? Uncle Lee Hicks says that before a roan acts as Justice of the Peace, or tries to go to the legislature that he ought to know’ how to hold an election. Sisaac. ROBLEY NOTES. Prof. W.B. Bankston leaves this week for Barnesville after instructing a very inter¬ esting class in Penmanship at Hickory Grove. Miss Ludie Blasingame, of Culloden, w’as h‘ re one or two days the past week, much to the delight of her many friends of this place. Miss Mary Childs, of Butler, is visiting friends and relatives near here. Misses Lizzie Maud and Florence Han¬ cock, after a pleasant stay of several days, leave this week for Butler. We regret very much to loose our friend, R. L. Dicky, who left last week to accept a position with Mr. M J. Moore at Ceres. Bob is a young man of splendid business qualifications, and Mr. Moore can feel safe in tnisting his business with him; also he will be quite an addi¬ tion to the society at his new home. There is a very interesting meeting going on at Embry’s Chapel, and some of our young jieopie are taking quite an interest in the meeting, or some of the girls that attend, we don’t know which. We were in your town a few days ago and not’ce that there has been a great improvement since we were there two months ago. We trust Crawford may have a city yet. A Fkiexd. THE SOlfO Of THI SEA. TfcaSr world was a world of enchantment; A world of luminous light Came out with a flaring of carmine, From all the black spaces of night; The music of morn was as blithesome And cheery as music could be; But all through the dawn and the daybreak I mourned for the song of the sea. They showed me the marvellous flowers And fruits of their sun-beaten lands; They said, “Here are vine-tangled valleys; Forget ye the barren white sands; For a weariness unto the spirit The dash of the breakers must be; 5o dwell ye beside our blue waters; Forget the sad song of the sea.” knd I wrapped me about in the sunlight, On the marge of a dimpliflg stream, knd there in a tangle of lilies, I wove me a wonderful dream; Amd a song from my dreamland went float¬ ing Far up where the angels must be, But deep in its under vibrations I heard the sweet song of the sea. tVith the dew in his locks all a-glitter, The Prince of the Daytime lay dead; For tho silver-white lance of the twilight Smote off the gold crown from his head; And the Princess of Night came to see him, Her lights all about him to hang; And a nightingale screened in the thicket Her song to the slumberer sang. And the stream from the tangle of lilies Came winding its way through the sedge; And a silvery nocturne it rippled Among the tall flags on its edge; But its babble I fain would have given For the deep-woing sea voices' lull. And the nightingale’s song would have bar¬ tered For a desolate cry of a gull. Their world was a world of enchantment; And they laughed with the laughter of scorn, When I turned me away from its beauty In the light of the luminous morn; But I heard a grand voice in the distance Instantly calling to me, And I rose with a jubilant spirit Aud foiiow-ed the song of the sea. —Harriet Whitney, in Belfort?s Magazine. DAISY’S FARM. Daisy was engaged, and her betrothed was receiving the merry congratulations of the family, consisting of her uncle, her aunt and nearly a round dozen of cousins, "Wharton Hill, a young lawyer, slowly winning name and fame in his profession, was being vigorously hnndshaken and noisily welcomed by the Truemans when Ned cried; “Perhaps you didn’t know Daisy was an heiress, Wharton?” “Ned—don’t!” said Daisy reproach¬ fully. “A landed proprietress,” cried Tom. “I do not refer to the paltry six hundred a year she draws from her father’s estate, but to her own property.” “Her farm, in fact!” cried Sue. “Yes; her farm,” echoed Ned, coming to the front once more. “When you are tired of the law you can start gentleman farming upon your country seat.” After they were all gone, having jested a long time on the subject, Wharton was surprised to see tears in Daisy's soft, brown eyes. “What is it, darling?” he asked. “They don’t mean to hurt my feel¬ ings,” Daisy said gently, “but they will jest about my farm, and—and—I don't like it.” “Then you really own a farm?” “It is not a valuable possession, as you will see when I tell you about it. When I was a baby, soon after mamma died, I was very ill, and the doctors ad¬ vised my father to send me to the coun¬ try for change of air. There was an old servant of father’s family, who had mar¬ ried a farmer and was left a widow with a small farm. Such a farm, Wharton! The house has only three rooms, and looks as if a high wind would utterly de¬ molish it; the land is so poor that it is slow starvation to cultivate’it. But it was all the home Margaret had. You may judge that she was very glad to re¬ ceive the liberal price father paid for me, and my own mother could not have given me more loving care. Every year father came to take me away, and every year was persuaded to leave me, until I was eight years old, and a marvel of rugged health and perfect ignorance. Then I was put in boarding school, but I still spent my summer vacations with old Margaret, and mv trunk was always half filled with comforts for her. Having no one in the world who claimed kindicd with her—no one else but me to love, Margaret loved me with her whole heart. Six years ago, after father died and I came here to live with with Uncle Tom, Margaret died and left me her farm. It has been a joke in the family ever since. The place i3 so ’ utterly valueless that we can neither sell it • nor rent it, and it represents only the love of an old woman for her nursling.” “Some time we will visit it. Ycu have not told me its locality.” “It is in Pennsylvania, nine miles from anywhere, father used to say, be- cause it is nine miles off thc railroad. Eut you can always hire a wagon or car¬ riage at G-to go over to Corn’s Mill, and my farm Is very near Corn's Mill.” After this explanation, Wharton bore the jesting about Daisy’s real estate with perfect good nature and declared his in¬ tention of erecting a palatial country seat upon the place, when he became a mill- ionaire ant* Judge of the Superior Court. modest desires, . , Being people of ana having an income of about $600 apiece, Wharton and Daisy saw no reason to de- lay their wedding, and were married with a large assemblage of true friends around them. They went to housekeep¬ ing in a little house, modestly fur- 'nished, and were fair specimens of “love in a cottage.” ambitious. Hav¬ But Wharton Hill was ing studied his profession under great difficulties, often going hungry to buy needful books, often losing his night's rest to pore over knotty points, he was both fond and proud of his life work, and strove to win a good position therein. His love for Daisy—true, honest love—- was never allowed to interfere with bis pursuit of fame in his profession, and aftea he was married he attacked his studies with fresh ardor, spending his time in his office when not actually en- gaged in the court room. Little Daisy, whose life was affection, found time often hanging heavily upon her hands, as Wharton became more and more popular and the number of his cli- ents increased, But she was always ready with loving welcome when he did come to his home, and she knew that much of his ambition and ardor was for her sake. The third year of her married life was nearly over, and her only child, Tom Trueman Hill, was eighteen months old, when Wharton, ever busy and full of energy, began to complain of racking pain in his head and loss of memory. Often in the midst of an argument the thread of his speech slipped from his mind and cost a great mental struggle to be resumed. He fought the symptoms bravely, but Daisy was full of terror at the change in him. He grew haggard and restless, oppressed with vague fears of loss of reason and really suffering great physical pain. At last, much against his will, he al¬ lowed Daisy to call in tho family phy¬ sician, whose advice was simple, but strongly urged, consisting of two words only—“Perfect rest.” “The brain is overworked,” he ex¬ claimed, “and no medicine will avail while he persists in study and practice. Get him away if you can. H’m—this is May—a good time for a country trip. Take mm to the country, Mrs. Hill.” Wharton rebelled. It was ruin to leave his office, where cases of import¬ ance were in his hands. He must work or they might all starve. He would de¬ cline some of the practice offered him; would take little trips during the sum¬ mer; would, in short, temporize. And then Daisy—little, brown-eyed Daisy—whose voice was as soft as a flute, who was scarcely larger than a well grown child of twelve, “put her foot down.” Such a might of a foot! It was absurd to imagine it had any weight in the world’s machinery; but it was down and Daisy kept it there, Tom was a lawyer and Tom could take Wharton’s cases for the summer months. There was her farm—a poor place, to be sure, but at least a house, and with some fur- niture in it and surrounded by beautiful fir scenery, possessing the purest of and water. With six^hundred a year they would not starve, and there was a nest egg in bank in case of an emergency. ‘ pshawed! Wharton fumed. Wharton All in vain. Resolute little Daisy packed trunks, arranged her household, engaged her one half-grown girl to cc- company the party as child’s nurse and enlisted the entire Trueman family on her sldo ' And Wharton finding those queer feelings in hie head increasing, the dizzy spe'U becoming more frequent, finally submitted to fate, in the pereoa ot Daisy, explained the various points at issue to Tom Trueman, and accompanied by wrfc child and nurse, took upiis journey to Corn’s Mill It was early morning when a nckey old wagon containing the party and baggage entered an enclosure that bad once been a fence and the fan.- Uy took possession of Daisy a farm. The prospect was not encouraging The bouse bad not improved m years of emptiness and neglect and even Damy s heart sank at thc tbl > tumble down doors, the shaky windows. But, sue said, covering her dismay with a brave smile, “there they were, and they must make the best of it!” Jennie, the nurse, proved a treasure and the women were soon busy “putting to rights,” while Wharton took Tom on an exploring expedition over the estate. There was a queer glance in his eyes as he came back again in time for din¬ ner, but he only said: “I can’t quite trust my own head yet, Daisv—but is there a postoffice at Corn’s Mill?” “Yes, the mail goes out twice a week. “Give me a sheet of paper and an en- velope, that s a dear.” “Now, Whnrton, that is not TC3ting.” “I’ll only write a dozen lines, dear.” .The dozen lines being written and posted Wharton seemed to find an un- failing source of amusement roving about the farm, poking holes in the ground with a short cane, often kneel- ing down to examine the earth so turned over. Daisy hinted at planting some vegetables, though she said despond- entiv : “I don’t suppose they will grow if we do. “Never mind the beans and peas now, love. Wait till we have an answer to my letter-.” A week later, when June was young, the answer came in the person of men—one white haired and minded, the ether voting anti cally business-like. Wharton gave th cordial welcome,and after partaking substantial farm. luncheon the three started V •» upon the Little Daisy, intensely happy j a t > I knowledge dizzy turn that since Wharton their had not h I one arrival on f farm, that he had the appetits of a p[ 0A . boy and was cheerful and full 0 f auim tion, busy baking batch a was a of Pies the when house. the three She could gentlemen them returned from thj tol see kitchen neglected window path, and as they that came Wharton’J over thJ I I; saw eyes were full of exultation, his f ac J I flushed, his carriage erect. He l 00 k^ like some one newly laden with §00(j tidings, and all three were taking eagerly and earnestly. Daisy wondered a little and scorchej one of her pies. While she careful i- pared the burned edge of crust the kitchen dorr opened, and Wharton, heedless of her big calico apron and bare aims ushered in the strangers. “Mrs. Hill,” he said, bowing congratulJ with I great deference, “accept my tions upon your great good foitune.” “In scorching my pie?” laughed Daisy. | “In owning fifteen acres of coal land? “I don’t understand,” Daisy faltered. ‘‘The farm, my dear, your legacy from I your old nurse, is one solid bed of coa! ft and there is no mine with ten miles of jt.B I Nobody knows bow much lies beyond your fences in the vacant land about m, I but in my mind’s eye I see this a colony ft of miners.” m “Are you sure, Wharton?” “I suspected it the first day we came, oneB B but having no experience I wrote to I of my clients in Pottsville to send meat experienced gentlemen hand confirm to test my suspicions. opinions.’ ft ft These my 1 ft “There is no doubt about the coal, ma’am,” said the old gentleman, “noi any about its lying so near the surfaci that it can soon be available.” .“The question is,” said the younger ■ stranger, “whether yourself. you I will sell authorized out or | open the mine am to make you an offer if you wish to dis¬ pose of the property.” that,” “Time enough for said "Whar¬ ton. “I will return with you to Potts- ® ville.” “Wharton—no business.” “Don’t fear, Daisy; this kind of busi- _ ness won’t injure me. You will let mi I decide in the matter?” | “Certainly.” I And the decision, after Wharton had spent a month in Pottsville, was to sell I out to a company who was already buy- I mg up the vacant land surrounding the I farm. The young lawyer knew nothing 1 of mining and had no desire to learn, but I he was no fool, and he made satisfactory I terms for the sale of the “estate,” and I Daisy returned home a wealthy woman. I A European trip restored the health oi I the young lawyer, and he resumed prac¬ tice a year afterward, with every hope ol I one day little realizing Daisy, the still vision rather of dazed fame, at j I while her new fortune, entered upon domestic duties in a grand house, with servants, carriages, horses, plate and jewels, a fairy tale, Wharton, she sa id* “to think of that miserable place being so valuable. Poor Margaret little s. realized the fortune she was bestowing upon me when she left me all she owned —her farm. The Trueman cousins, sharing in al generous Daisy’s gifts and entertain ments, no longer jest derisively, bui 1 speak in the most respectful terms o! that precious legacy, Daisy’s farm.- ^ cw J Herald. An Electrical Whirlwind. M charles on ftt 3Ira ticeUo road, about tour miles from Ws „k { „kce. , h o( „ tte , : ble rem occu M Hoefer's atteutioa was attracted bj , Iou ,l reports, which he likens .0 | ‘ ’ edged th( , disch , ” of a gun , „ t thc some woodl bordering ” bis cotton field, i mmcdlate | a wbirli colum „ o[ doi t ani j debris™ seen to take a circular co|mo , tUe , road , througll the cot- ton fidd and bank to the woods agafn, s , VMpl a l„fteverything J *, in its J path. A man hc lflcd (or his litc , but canght enough of , the force of the whirlwind to blister bis . . , ., ’ ; all , I 0n csaminati n it „ foimd tha t along the track of the whirling column thc leaves of the cotton had been scorched as if by fire, but no other dam¬ age was done .—Columbia ($. C.) Begi»- ter. Some Enormous Hammers. Sightseers in St. Louis, Mo., always take a lively interest in the monster trip¬ hammers used in the various large iron works, which, although as large as any¬ thing of the kind to be found within the limits of the United States, are but pigmies when compared with those used in the great rolling mills and gun ! foundries of Europe. At the Terni works in Italy there is a hammer which weighs fifty tons. It was cast ia 1S73, and is said to have taken ninety days t* cool sufliciently to admit of being set i* I position. Alexandrovski, Russia, has \ one ten tons heavier that was cast i* j 1874. At the Crenstot works in France there is one of eighty tons. It was made in 1877 and sets on an anvil block of 160 tons weight. The Cockerille works ia Belgium have a 100-ton hammer, and the Krupp gun works at Essen, Germany, named have one of 150 tons. The last hammer is the largest now used in th* world.— Commercial Advertiser. ^ A The leopard never boasts of his spot less reputation .—Pittsburg Chronicle•