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LET “WIFEY” SHOP FOR YOU
She Always Ha. a Sharper Hose > or
Beal nargalaa
The sign which caught Mrs. Dawson ■
eye read: “Suits S2O. Positively the
Last Week. Regular Price SBO.
Mrs. Dawson had the womanly love
for a bargain. She had often spent 10
cents’ car fare to secure some lovely
treasure that was marked down from
fl to 08 cents just for that day. She
was more than provoked that Dawson,
who was with her, did not grow enthu
siastic.
“You know you need a suit, I’ said
Mra Dawson. “Why not order it now
and save $ 10. ”
Dawson was certain the suits would
be as cheap next week, but his wife re
fused to move on and dragged the help
less man into the store. The polite
clerk assured them that it was the bar
gain of the century and that this week
was positively the last
With mental protests, but with out
ward calm, Dawson, like clay in the
hands of she potter, allowed himself to
be measured. Then he left a deposit.
He called in four days and took the
suit away.
“There,” exclaimed Mrs. Dawson, in
triumph, when her husband appeared
arrayed in his new suit, “you never
had a fetter fit nor a more becoming
pattern. Just think how much money
your wife saved for you by being on the
lookout for a bargain!”
Mr. Dawson preserved a dignified si
lence and waited patiently ior his bet
ter half to get her hat on straight pre
paratory to accompanying him to the
city.
Mrs. Dawson awaited with impa
tience the- passing of the store where
she had saved money for her husband.
She wanted to call his attention to the
fact again that he might remain prop
erly thankful.
With all the faith of a woman Mra
Dawson was convinced that the sales
man was telling the truth when he as
sured her it was the last week of thja
S2O sale.
She looked for the window, and her
faith was rewarded. It had been the
last week. The sign now read, “Any
Suit In This Window sls. ” —Chicago
Record.
OLD BARBERS ARE SCARCE.
After Reaching 40 They Usually Retire
or Enter Another Occupation.
“Did you ever notice,” said a veteran
tonsorial artist, who had shaved New
Haveners since 1873, to a New Haven
Register man, “that you only see a few
old barbers?”
“Why is it?”
“Thereare a good many reasons,”
answered the veteran knight of the
blade. “I suppose the chief one is that
a barber’s hand becomes unsteady after
he gets to be about 40 years old and he
has to give up. A good many barbers
drink hard, and that makes their nerves
and hands unfit for service, and they
retire before they cut their customers
throats. Still, I will say that in all my
experience of 87 years I never saw a
man badly cut by a barber, not even by
an accident.for which the barber was
not responsible. ”
“What becomes of the barbers after
they retire?”
“Oh, some of them go to the poor
house, ” he replied, with a twinkle in
his eye, “and some of them, who have
saved their wages, buy little places and
live on them, perhaps running a farm.
Some of them, of course, go into other
business, perhaps bookselling or else be
come insurance agents. I have heard of
barbers who gave up the business and
became butchers. This isn’t such a wide
difference from' their former business
(what are you laughing at?) as it might
seem. No, I don’t mean that they learn
to carve people or even to skin them in
the barber business, but they learn how
to handle a blade skillfully and they
make first class meat cutters. ”
Pipe Made of a Seal’s Tusk.
A pipe made out of a seal’s tusk was
seen at the Weare office recently. The
stem is nearly a foot long and ia
quaintly illustrated with representa
tions of life under the arctic circle.
The artist W’as an Indian, and the
little sketches in India ink show up
very well against the ivory background..
There is a reindeer about to fall un
der the arrow of an archer. There is a
sledge drawn by dogs. Fir trees, tepees,
a fishing scene, where the captives are
being brought to shore in a net, are all
true to life.
Another omainent of the same char
acter is a pair of walrub tusks, with de
lineations of other Alaskan scenes, with
the fox and the white polar bear in evi
dence; also an Eskimo leveling a gun at
the latter.
It is said that to add to the terrors of
overland travel in the long winter
months the larger wild animals are of
ten driven by hunger to attack the trails
men, and packs of ferocious wolves will
besiege a camp for days, attacking the
horses and reindeer as well as the dogs.
More than one caravan has been done to
death in this manner, as the whitened
bones strewn along the tracks show.
Chicago Inter Ocean.
Usually Needs a Breadwinner.
The young fellow who worries ex
ceedingly in fear that he cannot find a
wife, or rather, a girl whom he wants
to make his wife, who is a good cook,
is usually the one who after the mar
riage fails to provide the wife in the
case with anything to cook.—Scranton
Republican.
A Frenchman was convicted of kill
ing his mother-in-law. When asked if
he had anything to say for himself be
fore taking sentence, he said, “Noth
ing, excepting I lived with her 21 years
and never did it before. ”
The temperature of the cucumber is
a degree below that of the surround
ing atmosphere. It ia» therefore, appar
ent that the expression “cool as a cu
cumber'' is scientifically correct.
BAD INDIANS OF ONEIDA.
Beeord of Old Abe Antone and Family la
the Early Days of New York.
, “They hanged old Antono ahd I’ll give
’em a chance to hang me some day I”
yelled Alexander Antone as Officer Wilcox
of Oneida dragged him into the police sta
tion the other day. “I murder you before
long, do you hear?” he shrieked again and
■gain as the officer exasperatingly paid no
attention to his ravings, but calmly drag
ged the red man to a cell. As the heavy
Iron door closed with a crash he broke out
again like a maniac, shrieking blood curd
ling threats 1 and curses.
Alexander Antone, says the Oneida
Union, boasts that he is the grandson of
Abram Antone, one of the fiercest Savages
ever known in this vicinity. Abram was
born on the banks of the Susquehanna in
1750. His father was a Stockbridge In
dian and his mother was the daughter of
an Oneida chief. When oho reviews the
life and bloodthirsty deeds of the offspring
of this pair, one cannot wonder at the
savage instincts which show in the blood
of his progeny? In 174)8 Abram had some
trouble with an Indian who distributed
government allowances to the Indians.
He claimed he had been defrauded. He
met the agent at Chenango point, at the
raising of an Indian house, and at the
feast, after the work had been done, delib
erately shot the man through the heart
and calmly walked away. Nothing was
done toward bringing him to justice. His
most atrocious deed was the murder of an
infant child. He came homo one day and
found the baby crying. Ho was In an
ugly mood.and seizing tho child from its
mother’s arms raked back tho bed of coals
and buried the infant in'the flames of the
fireplace.
During his career ho lived in Canada for
some years. A white man insulted a
squaw there and Abram resented it. He
was struck across the face by the white
man. Hls'blood boiled, and from that he
followed his enemy until he had an oppor
tunity to plunge a- knife into his heart in
a hotel bedroom. In or about 1810
Abram’s daughter Mary, received atten
tions for a time from a young Indian in
this county. Ho transferred his favors
soon, however, to another dusky damsel
and married her. Mary killed her rival,
for which she was arrested, tried, convict
ed and hanged.
One John Jacobs, a half breed, had been
a witness against her, and Abram consid
ered him the cause of her death. Ho swore
to kill him, and Jacobs fled, and returned
only when Abram sent him word that he
would not molest him. Ho was hoeing
corn in a field with others ono day when
Abram approached, shaking hands with
each. As he approached Jacobs he said,
“How d’ye do, brother?” and drawing a
knife from his left sleeve plungod it three
times into tho man’s body. Abram got
away and then began a life of many nar
row escapes from officers of tho law. He
had a wigwam in what is now the town
of Sherburne, and there two whites found
him ono day peacefully making a broom.
Ho waited as they advanced to capture
him until they were close at hand, and
then pointed his rifle suddenly and ordered
them away. They went, and later Abram
used to laugh as he told tho story and em
phatically boasted that his gun was empty.
He grow bolder as time went on, and used
openly to enter villages and towns with
apparently no fear of being taken. At last
one in whom he had confidence betrayed
him. He was induced to enter a trial of
skill at shooting, and when his rifle- was
empty officers seized and captured him.
Ho was hanged in public at Morrisville on
Friday, Sept. 12, 1823. —Utica Observer.
Marie Antoinette In the Conclergerie.
“The Last Days of Louis XVI and Marie
Antoinette” is tho title of an article by
Anna L. Bicknell in Tho Century. Miss
Bicknell, in speaking of removal of
the queen from the I n to the
Conclergerie, says:.
The next day two gendarmes were placed
In tho cell and remained there permanent
ly, never leaving the unfortunate quoen
any privacy. By the care of Mme. Richard
a screen was put up before her bed, and
was her only protection against their in
cessant watchfulness. They drank,
smoked, played cards, quarreled and
sworo in her presence. The smoko was
particularly disagreeable to her and affect
ed her eyes, besides causing headaches.
As she had brought nothing with her
from the Temple, she begged to be allowed
the use of the linen and other requisites
which she had left there. After sme delay
a parcel was brought containing a few
articles carefully folded and put together.
As sho looked at each, the queen’s eyes
filled with tears, afld turning to Mma
Richard sho said mournfully, “In Hie care
with which all this has been chosen and
prepared I recognize tho hand of my poor
sister Elisabeth.’’ After receiving this
parcel of necessaries the queen wished to
put them away, but hail no means of do
ing so in her cell. She begged Mme. Rich
ard to lend her a box of somo kind, but
the jailer’s wife dared not procure one for
her. At last Rosalie offered a bandbox of
her own, which the queen accepted with
thankfulness. Poor Rosalie also lent her
a mirror of the humblest kind, which sho
had bought at a trifling cost for her own
use —a small glass in a painted tin frame,
which was received as a boon by tho royal
lady whose majestic beauty had been re
flected in the hall of mirrors at Versailles.
Royal Lovers.
Julian Ralph, In a letter from Copen
hagen, gives a pen picture of the latest
royal bride and bridegroom: “Icame here
on the same boat with the Princess Inge
borg and her husband, Prince Charles of
Sweden. We bumped against one another
and were .a little ill together and laughed
at our companions without my over dream
ing that my companions wore royalties
They sat on a deck settee for hours, went
down stairs and dined at 2 shillings a head,
with a rather rough lot of young men at
their table, and were altogether as demo
cratic as could be. But for the most part
tho royal pair—sho in plain dross and he
in a lounging suit and a squash hat —sat
up to each other for all the world like a
pair of Gorman sweethearts making the
most of a chance to be together She looks
16, is slight, very blond, very emotional
and inclined to be merry. He is a tall,
masterful looking man, with clear cut
face, gentle cs and a manner toward her
that is all tenderness and pride. They were
coming home at the end of their honey
moon. ”
The Care For Americanitis.
Americanitis is on the increase, the wise
ones say. Americanitis comes from an
intense desire to “git thar” and an awful
fear that you cannot Tho ounce of pre
vention is to cut down your calling list,
play tag with the children and let the old
World slide. Remember that your real
wants are not many—a few hoars' work
a day will supply yqnr need's—then you
are safe from Americanitis and death at
the top. —Philistine
I
A RACE HORSE’S CAREER.
MB Lot, M a Bole, U Hard, For' SaaU
meht Is Lacking oa the Tort.
The history of a racer from the day
he ia foaled until his death has fre
quently furnished the topic for many
thrilling stories from the pens of able
writers.
When the racer ia foaled, aa a rale
be is watched from the hour of bis
birth until be reaches the market aa a
yearling. When he ia sold, that ends
the breeder’s interest in him, except
that it ia desired that he shall be suc
cessful on the turf, because his future
brothers and sisters may fetch a higher
market price than if he retires a fail
ure. Once the yearling reaches tho
racing stable he is broken, and bis
trials are watched with interest
During his 2-year-old career the colt
wins several stakes and in his 8-year
old form proves himself a breadwinner,
but unfortunately strains a muscle or
ruptures a tendon in a fierce struggle to
win a puree and large wagers for his
owner. When the thoroughbred ia led
limping back to his box, the owner
does not exhibit an overabundance of
sentiment On the other hand, he be
wails the losses incurred by the break
ing down of the colt This does not
apply to poor owners. It applies to mil
lionaires who race horses for the sport
to be derived from it and the possibili
ties of being by
the press, with a fair prospect of mak
ing both ends meet by winning purses
and stakes and a few wagers judicious
ly placed. The patient thoroughbred,
with his swollen tendon, is carefully
examined.
The aid of a veterinarian is called in,
and many discussions are held as to
whether the horse will recover or re
main unsound. Then the "knackers”
of the race track begin to hover around
like buzzards who scent carrion afar
off. The “knacker” is permitted to ex
amine the ailing tendon and is told by
the trainer that the horse can be pur
chased for a nominal sum. As a rule,
the “knacker” purchases, and the horse
is put through a course of torture
known as firing and blistering. When
he next appears, it is in the role of a
“selling plater,” in the colors of some
hardened wretch who possesses no feel
ing for either his jockeys or his horses,
and when he is no longer of any use to
the “knacker” he is shipped to the
minor .tracks known as the outlaw
tracks, where be is starved and beaten
until nothing remains but the frame
and hide of what was once the idol of
race goers.—Exchange.
TIMELY TURF TIPS.
T
W. Wood, 2:07, has been thrown out
of training.
Du Quoin, Ills., will have a trotting
meeting Sept. 14 to 15.
Jimmie Dustin has had to give up
driving owing to his health.
American bred coach and carriage
horses are liked in Scotland.
Horses are in demand in every coun
try in Europe except Russia.
Tocsin Chimes, 2:28%, by Chimes,
has been sold to Vienna horsemen.
Passing Belle, 2:08%, is the fastest
new pacer of the year. Sally Toler,
2:08%, comes next.
Oratorio will probably be in good
shape by the time tho grand circuit
horses reach Fleetwood.
Parker John, 2:21%, died at Con
cord, N. H., recently. Out of 26 races
he had won money in 28.
Bermuda Wilkes, a bay colt by Ber
muda, trott/d to a record of 2:25 at
Portsmouth, 0., recently.
Newton W, by Sour Mash, reduced
the track record at Jackson, Mich.,
when he paced the mile in 2:15%.
A race in which the horses were
driven by women, “attired in divided
skirts,” was “enjoyed” at Pittsfield,
Me. r
There are 11 variety performers
whose trotting and pacing records aver-,
age better than 2:15. Jay Eye See,
2:10, trotting, 2:06% pacing, average,
2:08%, heads the list.
Will Ureedon and McCoy Fisht?
It is announced on good authority
that a syndicate of several well known
business men of New York has offered a
purse of $12,000 for “Kid” McCoy and
Dan Creedon to do battle for. The fight
is to take place in November, the place
to be within 1,000 miles of New York
city. The syndicate states that the loca
tion of the fight will be made knows to
boxers two weeks before the battle. No
names are mentioned, and altogether,
just at present, it looks like a fish story.
There is no place within a radius of
1,000 miles of New York where such a
finish bout could be pulled off legiti
mately, and it is not very likely that
the men would meet in private. —Ex
change.
Fitz's Trainers.
If Bob Fitzsimmons engages in an
other fight, he will have to employ a
new set of trainers. Ernest Roeber and
Dan Hickey, who faithfully trained
him for his memorable victory over Cor
bett and who recently left him, declare
that they will not patch up the
They alleged that the Corniahman
abused his helpers and failed to live up
to his financial agreements. The trouble
is similar to that which sprang up be
tween Corbett and Mike Donovan after
the Corbett-Sullivan milL—New York
Journal
Clarke of the Baltimore*.
The crack baseball catcher, Bill
Clarke, is not loved by fans outside of
Baltimore. Perhaps it his grating,
horse radish voice that does the busi
ness. During one of the Baltimore-
Chicago games at Chicago one indig
nant female occupant of a box called
out, “Oh, yon mean thing, I’d like to
run my hatpin right through your
neck!” And all because the back stop
called upon the pitcher to “get at him
and make him hit tho ball.”—New
York Telegram.
Uo Mad. It Plata. *
The wise speaker knows that no illus
trations are so effective u those which
have to do with familiar, everyday objects.
In this respect the Great Teacher set an
example fur all who should come after
him. How aa itinerant preacher in tho
Tennessee mountains profited by this ex
ample ia narrated in The American Mis
sionary:
A group of young men were assembled
ane Sunday in a grove to hear tho preacher
when one of them said:
“See here, John, why didn't you bring
up my rifle when you come to preaching?"
“Well, Shm, I ’lowed ’twan’t right to
bring it up.ou Sabbath. I mought see a
varmint on the road and git a-ahooting and
forgit it was Sabbath.”
“Huh! There’s no use being so particu
lar as all that. I think it’s all right to do
little turns of a Sabbath. Even a little
shooting won't hurt if you happen to see
game.”
The discussion was joined in on either
side by those around, and it was finally
decided to leave tho question to the preach
er. He was called and tho case stated.
“Look yer, boys," said ho. “S’posin a
man comes along hero with seven hand
some gray horses, a-ridin one and the oth
ers a-follerin. You nil like a pretty beast,
and you look ’em nil over. You can’t see
that ono is better than another. They are
all os pretty critters os ever were seen
among those mountains, though there will
be differences in horses, boys. When you
come to know ’em, no two is alike. Well,
that man says, ‘Hero, boys, I’ll jest give
you six of these beasts for your own, ’ and
he gits on tho other and rides off. I s’pose
now you’d mount your horses and ride
after him and make him give you tho other
horse, or at least lot you keep it till your
craps was all in.”
“No. Wo ain’t so ornery mean as all
that, preacher.”
“Well, (Ear, can’t you let the Lord’s day
alone?”
A blank look at tho preacher and at
each other. Then Sanvspoko out; ‘ ‘ You’ve
treed us, preacher. <ffohn, I’m right glad
you didn’t bring that gun.”
Mr. and Mra. Dillon.
I made a hasty excursion to Franco to
see John Dillon and his family, who had
made a visit to Europe and came as near
the mother country as the English author
ities permitted him. “Dillon,” says my
diary, “looks vigorous and tranquil. Ho
preserves the sweet serenity that distin
guished him of old.” I cannot pause on
this visit except to note two lessons I got
—ono against prejudice, ono teaching
magnanimity. On Sunday morning Grey
and I strolled to the local church without
waiting for Dillon. After wo camo out wo
compared notes, and agreed that French
women had an unrivaled art of dressing.
One petite dame, who knelt before us,
was, we agreed, tho best dressed woman
we had seen for a decade, showing that
only tho French, etc. When sho walked
out of tho church, we discovered that tho
belle dame was our country woman, Mrs.
Dillon.
The example of magnanimity was fur
nished by Dillon himself. We told him
Awhat was being done in Ireland—not only
above the surface, but, as we understood,
beneath the surface. “Wo ought to con
sider,” says Dillon, “that whdt wo call
England is the only country in Europe
where tho personal liberty of men is se
cure. Here we uro living under a perpetual
spy system. We don’t know that our serv
ants are not spies, and it Is little better in
Germany and Italy. It goes against my
conscience to sec anything done in the pur
suance of our just quarrel which is not
done in broad day.” When we consider
that tho exile was shut out of his own
country by tho power ho was judging so
generously, this was surely finely mag
nanimous.—Sir Charles Gavan Duffy in
Contemporary Review.
The Old Attic.
I do not believe that tho modern child
knows anything about an attic. Tho fin
de siecle attic is a respectable place, where
boxes are solemnly piled and where moth
camphor sheds its fragrance abroad. Our
attic was a long, low room, with mysteri
ously dark corners, into whose depths wo
did not .penetrate. There was an old hair
trunk In ono corner that held some of
grandmother’s muslin dresses. It waa
opened only on rare occasions, and I was
allowed but a glimpse of the faded beauty
within. There was an old spinning wheel
where spiders hung fantastic wreaths, and
there was a guitar with broken, moldered
strings. But tho corner where the books
were piled was the spot I liked the best.
An old fashioned, tiny paned window let
an occasional sunbeam stray across The
Ladies’ Repositories and “Saints’ Rests.”
There was a fine old elm tree that tapped
against the window and sometimes a robin
sent a thrill of song into the dusty corners.
Just beneath tho window seat I used to
sit, a small crouched form, bending over a
musty volume. But when I wished to
read under the most blissful conditions I
fortified myself with half a dozen russet
apples, whose juice would have given fla
vor to a treatise on Hebrew grammar.
Now I’ never see a russet apple without
seeing also tho dim old attic and an utter
ly contented child, and I am sure the mar
ket women misunderstand my wistful
glance, for they draw closer to their bas
kets and look at mo in suspicious fashion.
—Erin Graham in Lippincott’s.
Drove Oxen After He Was Paralyzed.
I have heard of many cases of fortitude,
but that of “Duke” Joyner excels them
all. Charles J. Joyner, during his life
time, lived near the head of Crooked Fork*,
valley, in Morgan county. He was a man’
of powerful physical dcvclopment-rgbrave,
fearless and of wonderful endurance. $Io
fought on the Union side in the civil
strife, and then after tho contention was
over he married and went to farming. In
some way when a boy the title of “duke”
was given to him, which ever afterward
ho was known by.
“ Duke” Joyner was a hard worker and
a good farmer. Ono day while building
an underdrain, assisted by two small sons,
ho had a stroke of paralysis and was un
able to move, but could talk. “Duke"
concluded that he would superintend the
operation of taking his half dead body
homo. He had tbo two boys put a log
chain around his body. Then ho had them
put down a couple of planks. Next they
hitched the chain to the ox chain and the
oxen drew his body up in tho wagon.
While lying in tho wagon the “duke,” by
the use of his voice, drove the oxen to his
house. He survived and lived a number
of years after.—Knoxville (Tenn.) Trib
une.
The Remnant.
Mr. A.—l presume you carry a memento
•f some sort in that locket of yours?
Mra. B.—Precisely. It to a lock of my
husband’s hair.
“But your husband to still alive i”
“Yes, sir, bnt hto hair to all gone. ’’—
London Fan.
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Train for Newnan and QuTOilton leavesOrlMn st »ss aa. and 1 S» pw dally exeest
’ Sunday. Returnins, arrives in GrUDn 620 p m and IS 40 p m dally exespt Sunday. For
further infonnatton apply to
C. 8. WHITB, Ticket Agent. Griffln, Ga
i rHBO.D,KUNK,Gen*IBupA. Savannah. Qa. _ _
’ J. C. HAlLß.Gen.PaasenaerAAent.aawuinah.Ctol
| R. U. HINTON, Trafflc Mamurer. Savannah, Go.