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About The Crawford County herald. (Knoxville, Crawford Co., Ga.) 1890-189? | View Entire Issue (Oct. 10, 1890)
[he Cratufort Counti) 3 ijanlh. 0 L. I- Good Shoes, for Comfortable Shoes, for Honest Treatment, go to •i’ ROFF SIMS & BRO., iES! FAIR OF SHOES WARRANTED- 406 THIRD STREET. MACON, GA. ritatkw Belgium for universal jia increasing and the ruling Lr trou ble. te John Boyle O’Reilly used to L had found the true fraternal List at its best in convicts, sol- joumalists. jicago Herald observes: “Low the streams of the Northwest is ie millers to use steam power, ceof the timber destroyers is of the low water. Streams without forests. ” Diriment felt at the result of re- iions in Japan is widespread, men refused to compete with ididates and the result is that a >f men elected are unknown to his would tend to bring Parlia- disrepute. iw York Prm estimates that church property, as it stands worth in round figures not less 100,000. This enormous sum fited unequally over fourteen [nominations and a large num- [ependent churches and mis- ectrical Review suggests that if , of Chicago, has really found yaking aluminium for fifteen bs ft pound, there is no reason win hall of the Columbian Ex- lould not be built of bright kh is lighter and far more en- n an tqual bulk of either brick, or glass. [press Eugenie, now a white- pallid woman of sixty-four, jftccs of her former beauty, je of a recluse, dividing her p her devotion and the writ- [mOrial of Napoleon III. and jlmperial, letters, which will contain < and the proceeds of pkc will give to the fund for I the widows and orphans of 1870. f going to take its census on |nday of April next, and prep- ' ma king for a much more ■ r ^ban that undertaken by • Canada’s census has been tterized as a decennial stock le whole country. As, how- !stimated population of the only about 5,250,000 there the New York News thinks, !t c °nnt could not be had. die most significant signs of N times,” nmses the Chi- ,s ^i^ppearance of the P e President. Y'oung men Forward, and the older gen- -P content tc step aside for Agoing place. The truth j of a college is largely the exercise of business Hit young men may be less / it tb ey make things rush.” “ Ce of United States Minis- 1 alter Phelps on the Doro- ’ ^din.is considered a mir- “ Ce and splendor by the fru- Boffinera. Even wealthy 1 e Germans live in flats i' n the ground-floor. But L° a w bo!e house, tore out r^d p ^had them parquetrie by kitchens and “ofishmeat floors, with costly and lta re, and co net ted aod ^Iroom rue finest which is pro- P liv *t« room in the KNOX'' »i 1 LLE, CRAWFORD CO., GA„ FRIDAY, OCTOBER 10, 1890. THE OLD CRADLE. I'm banished to the garret now; Sly busy days are o'er; Within my sheltering embrace The babies eh-ep no more. No more, as in the by-gone hoars,, My drowsy beat keeps time in patient, sleepy monotone With the old nursery rhyme, “Rock-a-by, baby, on the tree-top, When the wind blows, the cradle will rock.” The last rays of the settting sun Slant through the windows small; They light the garret’s dusky gloom, > And on my head they fall. Along their level bars of gold Old pictures come and go; Again I hear the mother’s voice Singing so soft and low, “ Boek-a-hy, baby, on the tree-top: When the wind blows the cradle will rock.” Ah me! where once the baby heads The downy pillows prest, Within my ample oaken hood The spider lias lier nest. Empty, fo gotten, and alone, A useless thing am I. The last words of a quaint old song Full like a parting sigh, "When Iho bough breaks, the cradle will fall; Down will go baby and cradle and all.” t ; —IE. M Griffith, in Harper's Bus&r. BOOMTOWN’S y _ f ;v c. m. ha no er Yon remember, no doubt,” that struck the West midway in the BO's. You remember bow towns sprung up with greater rapidity than was dreamed of in the days of Aladdin; how what was yesterday a prairie became to-day a vil- lage, and to-morrow a city; how speeu- lation ran riot and fabulous fortunes, on paper, were made almost in a night, You rt all how companies, or rather, syn- dicates, were formed in every city of the nation for the p’.typosc of taking advau- tage of this wonderful growth of towns by buying up land, planting it into city lots, and selling again. You recollect how the older cities oi the plains extend- ed their limits almost indefinitely, until it seemed as though the saving of an oul farmer friend or mine would be realized. “ Goodness,” he used to remark, “ if you town fellers keep on lavin'out editions to yer cities there won t be any land for farmin'. It'll be all cut up inter huildin' lots and railroad right o’ ways.” Boomtown was simply and purely a creature of the speculative form. It had its origin in the back parlors of Henry Manley’s law office, in the city of Phila- dclphia. It was flue result of a coolly and carefully c mccived scheme to make a for- tune easily. And to Henry Manley * must be given the credit for the plan. “ “Gentlemen,” he had said, when the half-dozen of his fellow-capitalists afternoon vited to his office one February had taken their seats, “there is money in this tide of town-building. If we can raise sufficient funds, we ran make a for- tune as well as the rest of them. I have looked over the ground. We will buy four sections of land, favorably lots.'erect situated, lay out one section in citv some buildings, advertise the'thing, have an auction sale, and sell enough to more than pay for our outlay; then we will dispose of the remainder at our leisure as clear mofir Wh it do you sev?” They were u-rei-d as to the feasibility sum'- of tl,c Boomtown H-ho.no and bv the middled mer prosperity’with w in the height of houses, stores, ’ rites for ’ .. , ot'S , , state Cap'S and the Boomtown public buildings Syndi- -and first of all eate (limited) of Philadelphia had more than realized the amount of the invest- ment ’ and was h gathering in the profits. did Then came a lull. Somehow, lots not sell quite as rapidly as before and some of the stock-holder's were becoming “ «ttie uneasy. A meeting was held. said “Ill tell you what is the matter,” Manley, the president of the company; “ Boomtown needs a paper.” said tbe “That's it exactly,” spruce little banker’s son who was secretary, o/SKK? “The peonleinust be informed you know, “We must let folks know that there is such Smof a place ?hi ” translated A MuDlev for the ' oth, “ H«mt w« MlMrtUedl ’ «ked one stock holder 4 I Yes. buQ vou see, it has all been out- eide places to get people there. Nov we must keep up their courage, so that they will not go away.” the directors This was good logic, and ordered the officers to arrange for starting a paper in Boomtown. It was done. In answer to an adver¬ tisement, one A. C. Chelton was furnished engaged as editor, and money enough for the “ plant.” corresponded with Henry Manley, as he the future editor, became much impressed indi¬ with the vigorous character of that vidual, and actually longed to leave his law practice and go and assist in getting out the first number of 'the Boomtown Herald—for he had “stuck type ” once upon a time himself. Six months went by. If Boomtown belied its name, and did not. boom, it was not the fault of the Herald. There never was a paper which did so much editorials, arguing for its home city. Vigorous all told of pithy locals, sharp criticisms, a mind alert to the best interests of the place. The paper had not made money, but it “pushed” watched the town. its weekly coming Manley for with as much avidity as he did for his meals. He read it before he did the •metropolitan journals. He formed a lik- 'ingfortlie editor, and often wished he could meet him face to face. “11.1 did not know otherwise, I should suspect that you had a sweetheart out in that Western village,”said his mother one dfiy, when her bachelor son was poring ovc a letter from Chelton. call iipon it next week.” Tie was as good as his word, and, d ,ys Jatei. as the overland express halted M Boomtown, an elegantiy-dressed ;\$fi> 4 ger ■riigi-r.'wi bCAildercd and irifittrfPf. stood gazir£f>abOut him ;n a It was not exactly what he had expect- ed. He had too high an ideal in his mind. The straggling village looked rather unkeiqpt and ill-shapcn, descriptions scarcely realized the rosy sent the syndicate by its agents. the only Despatching his satchel to hotel by a depot lounger, he sauntered up the street toward a little frame build- ing with the words “Herald Office”dis- played thereon in mammoth letters. Reaching the door, he looked in. It was a typical country newspaper office, with exceptions. The cases had pictures stood hanging above them. A faded few plants flowers in the window. Some cut were on the desk which occupied plainly one corner of the apartment, and was the editor’s sanctum. A lanky boy, whose close-cropped head displayed the humps of obstinacy and reticence well developed, was lazily set- ting type at one of the two cases. “Is the editor in?” asked Manley. “ No-ap,” was the laconic response. “Where can I find him?” “ Dunne.” soon?” “Coming down to the office “ No-ap.” not?” . “Why away.” “Gone “But to day w the day for the paper, * ' isn’t it?” “ Yep.” isn’t printed yet?” “But it “No-ap.” have to “How much more type you set?” “A column.” Quaker A brilliant thought struck the City lawyer. He would help the boy get out the paper and enjoy Chelton’s aston- ishmenri But he determined to sound the boy a little further, so he asked, laconic un- consciously adopting the latter's method_ “AU’aloDcf” “CoSkl “Yen. Can't tret nobody to help.” you get out the paper ir you hadnhtmdV” t n “ Supposing I startled help.” he did not show If the boy answered,- was it, but only right. All threw off Manlcv wasted no words, but rolled his coat,'and with his shirt the other sleeves and up, took his station at case began on an editorial w ritten in Che ton’s bold, manly ehirograpby and entitled, “The Future of the West.” After the first few minutes the old facility came back to his fingers, and “ stickful ” after stickful was placed the in the “form,” with a rapidity that won respect of the assistant. the The forms were locked and put Ihe on crank press. Manley took hold of and turned the great wheel whde the bov fell through the papers, it was no i hild’s peU^d |,h,T. turniDg iL the ponderous lire goods wheel, - he on n box, which swayed and creaked beneath his weight. had had dinner, and this fact, He no combined with the unaccustomed employ- ment, made him actually faint. “How stupid 1 am,” he meditated, “ to be turning a one-horse press out here on the plains, a thousand miles west of the Mississippi River, when I would sooner be shot than do such a thing at home.” On went the iron machinery with its steady “click, click,” and its regular lay¬ ing down upon the slowly growing pile of sheet after sheet of damp paper. They were nearly through with their task, and the room was beginning the to grow door a little dusky when, suddenly, of the office opened, and a straight, lady¬ like form entered. She was not really beautiful, but she had that inexpressible charm about her that characterizes the Western girl, that and something that makes her self-reliant independent, and drags in absolute slav¬ ery the men with whom she becomes ac¬ quainted. Joe,” she exclaimed, when she “ Why, “who has saw the new format the press, been helping you?” in.” the office “A man wot come was boy’s laconic didn’t answer. wait for me?” i l Why you it?” thought “What business of hers is Manley. wanted help, an’ I let him,” “He to replied Did Joe. in editorial that I i k you imperiously get my demanded she. left here?” “ Yep.” editorial,” thought Manley, Dig¬ “Her ging awjy at the wheel with a dogged determination, “what has she to do with it-? I’ll give this old thing a few more whirls, and then—” His rficsutal sentence was never lin- ished. TwAre was a crackling oftb»*bo* bcuerfffThim—g swaying motion—an crash—a at- tempt to regain his- balance—a fall—a brain—and sharp, fmek unconsciousness, pain in elbow, shoul- der, lying in When he recovered, he was the office corner of the room, and a very much frightened bending but very him pretty and bathing young lady was over attempted to his forhead in water. He move, but a twinge in his arm warned him that he must not. “I have sent fer a doctor,” said the lady. “Will you give tell him?” me your name, please, so that I can He motioned toward his coat which had hung on the case while he was turn¬ ing the press. Fhe comprehended, and going to it took out his letter ease and card book. When she read the inscription on the cards, she started jiack with surprise,and then, alternately blushing returned and paling as if guilty of some crime, to his side. “ Not the president of the Boomtown Syndicate? she stammered. “The same. And you?” he whis- pered. answershe reached to the desk For an and holding before his eyes a copy of the Boomtown Herald, a copy of which he had a few moments before been grinding head through the press, pointed read:— to the of the first column. He “ A. C. Chki.tok—E ditor.” There was no more time for conversa- tion; the physician had arrived. “How did this happen?” he asked with a profound bow to the lady, a how eloquent with suggestions of such epithets as “courtly, “accomplished, etc., to be applied to him in future references in local items. “He was standing by the press, when the box upon which he was, gave way, and he fell. In the fall his arm caught in the press and was wrenched, ’ was her summing up of the situation, The doctor took hold of the arm gaye it a treist-and Manley dropped off into unconsciousness ****** again. It was something of a nine-days' won- der in Boomtown-the nine days during Sel hotel, nursing Tf a ZZnvn oroKen arm, Z& anu build- u u ing up a system which hud given way under the strain of several months’hard work, ending with the long journey and the events of the afternoon of his arrival, His first call, when he was able to heave the hotel was at the Herald office. The same little ady who had startled him before was sitting at the desk After some preliminary congratulations decided had been disposed of, he felt a embarrassment in carrying On the c w versation. At last he blurted out, with characteristic b.untness - “ Are you the editor? “Didn t I tell you so, she replied, with t, twinkle iu her <■)<•«. ‘'Yes, but-but-it «. A. C. Cheh ton, he stammered. “ That is right. Alma Caroline Chel- ton -that s my name,’ and she straight- 34. coed up haughtily, the “And you have run Dustbin" all while? ” “ Yes, all the while. I would have let you know, but I was afraid you would uot like it, and as the company were ap¬ parently pleased with my work, I thought I must be doing as well as a man.” “You did do as well as a man,” said Manley impulsively. “You did splen¬ didly. The paper was as str ong as a man could have made it. 1 liked the style. Couldn’t have improved on some of the editorials myself.” When at last an City imperative called him summons home, from the Quaker him. he asked that writer to accompany “Why,” said she roguishly, i 4 What will the llcvald do without an editor?” “It never shall have another editor,” returned he impetuously. “I’ll dump the whole office into the ravine yonder. its No other name shall profane columns.” Manley liked the Herald—that was very evident. It also soon became evi¬ dent to the Boomtown folks that he liked the editor—or editress, .as some would call her. His trip of a few days length¬ ened into weeks, and all that time he was loitering around the printing office. It seemed to him as though that was the brightest spot on earth. He conferred with the villagers, he launched new but plans he for the improvement of the place, gave his best efforts to making happy the hours of the writer of those editorials which had so caught his fancy. He did not exactly do that, but on the day that he and his newly-made bride were carried away eastward, they saw from the windows of the Pullman car, three wagons flic stringing slope that led after'a th^^gouthj few mounting of the Rockies. miles, to the foothills t i There, Alma,” said Manley, “there they go. They arc moving the Herald to Gold City. 1 sold the whole outfit yes¬ terday. ” recovered the loss of Boomtown never both its paper and editor. The down grade upon which it had started when Manley went West had no end short of that vuality called “dcadness.” It went rapidly through that metamor¬ phosis which Henry Manley aud his wife, as they talk over the affair in their luxur¬ ious Philadelphia home, term “Boom- town’s Collapse.”—[Yankee Blade. A Millionaire’s Eccentricities. gund aftcrnoon a S0 Udly built old with u Ions? fire and close cut 8 orav '* ’ ered Grand Pacific. hair re B ,ris ’ t at the ‘ ‘ " Uantaioom, asked the clerk, I here is no use of going to the ex¬ pense of hiring a room, was the answer, £<>r only a few hours. I expect to go West to-night but Id like some place to change my clothing, parlor for ‘Letme give you a room a few hours * No - 1 Il f rc arc few people in the washroom; 1 can change my shirt in J hcr ® and t,M J? Slt ar ‘ ,l, " d the ,? dl( * ’ OI J few- hounu No need of spending money looiishiy. changed Ins . linen the The guest in washroom and then began to clean his silk hat and coat with a little rag and 0 eo The .John I. Blair, . eccentric person was of New Jersey, whose weal, h is estimated w, » rh from *40,000,000 to ft .. 104,000,000, no000 IwwT yet he was seated in a porter s chair m tbe Baltic yesterday scrubbing his old win! ‘'-V” Tf „f 1 ' lnoth "' « hllc Mr. Blair spends little money on himself he M quite generous to others. apd many kmd deed, of ehar.ty are cred ited to his worldly account. He is a re¬ markable man, for, although eighty-eight much as mEt • Jotg ; ° S lii^ that £5neS as career . begun so lon , , a o that the was 0 present generation does not know him the^ackawannn‘ ^ th *. fS^LtinShiJ°Swi “p h,a " -d he: 1>ought JJuTiJjTj"* " d 1 ar l' d l h „ Jitv loioOO iSnte noth B&built n" to a ut> of o H 000 h.“P - Mr Mr BU r bu.k . t “mn of Bhdrsv ...... ! N * ’ 4 ” | s nwJS by him. Of late years he has made , an roari, JoLl mam rk the ine towi.sRe"don"the town site ..ion Before tm line, le m d b.y up all tfce good land tte £*£***£,« ” -prung up the Mr. JjA roan had , all the ots or sale. [C hcago n- bune.
