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Ordinary’s Advertisements.
ORDINARY’S OFFICE,
Sfaldino County, Ga.
To all whom.it may concern: Seaton
Grantland, administrator Mrs. Susan M.
Bailey, deceased, baring in proper form
applied to me tor leave to sell the follow,
ing property. Two shares of the Kincaid
MTg. Co. stock No. 89. * Two shares
Grifin Compress stock No. 85, Two shares
the Griffin M’f’g. Co. stock 196, four shares
The Merchants* Planters Bank stock No.
131, One 2nd preforred Central Income
B. R. Bond No 3911, and for the purpose
of erecting monuments over thewnves of
David J. Bailey, Sr., and Mrs. Susan M.
Bailey, deceased. Let all persons con
cerned show cause, if any there be, before
the Court of Ordinary, in Griffin, Georgia,
on the first Monday in January. 1899, by
10 oclock a. m„ why each order should
not be granted. December slh, 1898.
J. A. DREWRY, Ordinary.
State of Georgia,
Spalding COUNTY.
To all whom it toay concern: W. H.
Moore, administrator, Henry and Virginia
L. Moore, deceased, having in proper
form applied to me for leave to sell one (1)
undivided one fourth (J) interest in a
forty (40) acre tract of wild land being all
or part of Lot No. 1V7,215t District, 2nd
section, formally Gass row Bartow coun
ty. Georgia. Said interest being a part of
the estate of Virginia L. Moore, deceased,
and that for the purpose of division it is
necessary to sell said land, Dec. sth, 1898.
J. A. DREWRY, Ordinary.
STATE OF GEORGIA,
BPalding County.
Whereas, E. A. Huckaby, administiator
de bonis non of Nathan Fomby, represents
to the court in his petition, duly filed and
entered on record, that he has fnllv admin
istered on Nathan Fomby’s estate. This is
therefore to cite all persons concerned,
kindred and creditors, to show cause, if
any they can, why said administrator
should not be discharged from his admin
istration, and receive letters of admission
on the first Monday in March, 1899. Dec.
6th, 1898.
J. A. DREWRY, Ordinary.
STATE OF GEORGIA,
Spalding County.
To all whom it may concern : R. H.
Williamson, having in proper form ap
plied to me for permanent letters of ad
ministration on the estate of Henry E.
Williamson, late of said county, this is to
cite all and singular the creditors and next
of kin of H. E. Williamson, to be and ap
pear at my office in Griffin, Ga, on the
first Monday in January, 1899, by ten
o’clock a. m., and to show cause, if any
they can. why permanent administration
should not be granted to R. H. William
son on H. E. Williamson’s estate. Witness
my hand and official signature, this 6th
day of Dec. 1898.
J. A. DREWRY, Ordinary.
STATE OF GEORGIA,
Spalding County.
Commissioners appointed to set apart
twelve months’ support to Mrs. Anna B.
and her minor child, having
performed their duty, and filed their re
port in this office. Let all persons con
cerned show cause before the court of or
dinary, at the Ordinate’s office, by 10
o’clock a. m, on first Monday in January,
1899, why such report should not be made
the judgment of tne court. Dec. 6,1898.
J. A. DREWRY, Ordinary.
STATE OF GEORGIA,
Spalding County.
Whereas, B.R. Blakely, administrator
of Mrs. Melvina Couch, represents to the
court in his petition, duly filed and enter
ed on record, that he has fully administer
ed on Mrs. Melvina Couch’s eat te. This
is therefore to cite all persons concerned,
kindred and creditors, to show cause, if
any they can, why said administrator
should not be discharged from his admin
stration, and receive letters of dismission
on the first Monday in March, 1899. Dec.
J. A. DREWRY, Ordinary.
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Guardian’s Sale.
ORDINARY’S OFFICE,
Spalding County, Ga,
By virtue of an order granted by the
Ordinary of Spalding county, Georgia, at
the December term of said court, 1898, I
will seL to the highest bidder, before the
court house door in Griffin, Gfaorgia. be
tween the legal hours of sale, on the first
Tuesday in January, 1899, the following
real estate situated in Griffin, Spalding
county, Georgia, bounded as follows:
north by Shattuc place, east by(ls) Fif
teenth street, south by J. D. Boyd’s estate
and west by B. C. Randall, containing five
acres, more or less.
Also, one house and lot bounded as fol
lows: nort hby Mrs. Sallie Cooper, east by
Thirteenth street, south by Solomon street
and west by vacant lot, containing half
acre, more or less, and sold for the pur
pose of encroaching on corpus of ward’s
estate for their maintenance and education.
Terms cash. December sth, 1898.
Amanda E. Dob,
Guardian her minor children.
Administrator’s Sale.
STATE OF GEORGIA,
Spalding County.
By virtue of an order granted by the
Court of Ordinary of Spalding county,
Georgia at the December term of said
court, 1898,1 will sell to the highest bid
der, before tbe court honse door in Griffin,
between the legal hours of sale, on the
first Tuesday in January, 1899, Three
fourths (f) of an acre of land and a three
room house in the western part of the
city of Griffin in the said county, being a
fraction of lot No. two (2) adjoining lot
No. one (11, situated near the Christian
churah ana near the Central railroad of
Georgia, and for the purpose of division
among the heirs and legatees of said es
tate. Terms cash. W. H. MOORE,
Adminisirttor Henry Moore, deceased.
December 5 th, 1898.'
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IN-THE SNOW.
Daa*era of VravellnM by Sled*e tn
SibeMa In Wintea.
Traveling b+ sledge ia Siberia in
venter has its as the experience
of Mr. Robert N Jefferson and bis
friends goes to illustrate. Tbe incident
is told in “Boughing It In Siberia:”
We had chartered six sorry looking
horses to drag us on to the next stage.
It was night when we started. The driv
er, maudlin drunk, had to be helped
to his seat, and we set off along the
narrow roadway at the usual gallop,
which, however, soon dwindled into a
mere shwffie through t>osuow. We had
gone 1 ft rieep,/ftufl tome hours after our
departure Gaskell woke me and said be
thought something was wrong.
The sledge was at a standstill, and
our shouts to the yemshik brought no
response. Black darkness prevailed. I
bundled obt of the sledge, so benumbed
that I could scarcely move. I felt along
the sledge, sinking to my knees in the
snow. 1
The driver’s perch was empty, and
just then I stumbled over one of the
horses, which was lying buried up to
its neck. It was clear that the driver
had fallen from his eeat, and that the
horses bad wandered from the track.
The poor beasts were stuck fast, and a
closer inspection showed one of them
to be dead, literally frozen to death. If
we would save ourselves from tbe same
fate, prompt action was necessary.
The other horses were nearly suc
cumbing. They lay flat on their stom
achs and nibbled at the snow. We cut
the dead animal adrift, and, using the
spare rope as whips, we stood on either
side of the living and lashed them till
our arms ached. At length they moved,
and by pushing and pulling we got tbe
sledge turned. Then, step by step, with
much foundering, and many falls, we
began to retrace our way. ,
All this in pitch darkness in a raw,
cold wind and in momentary expecta
tion of one or all of the horses dropping
dead. „ «
It was a terrible experience, but we
regained the road and finally reached
the village.
BLIND MAN’S BUFF.
The Origin of Thia Fav'drlte Sport of
Childhood and Yonth.
This favorite sport of childhood and
youth ia of French origin and very high
antiquity, having been introduced into
England in the train of the Norman
conquerors. Its French name, “Oolin
Maillard,” was that of a brave warrior,
the memory of whose exploits still lives
~ln the chronicles of the middle ages.
In the year 999 Liege reckoned among
its valiant chiefs one Jean Oolin. Hs
acquired the name Maillard from his
chosen weapon being a mallet, where
with in fight he used literally to crush
his opponents. In one of the feuds
which were of perpetual recurrence in
those times he encountered the Count
de Lourain in a pitched battle, and, so
runs the story, in the first onset Oolin
Maillard lost both his eyes. He ordered
his esquire to take him into the thickest
of the fight, and, furiously brandishing
his mallet, did such fearful execution
that victory soon declared itself for him.
When Robert of France heard of these
feats at arms, be lavished favorj and
honors upon Colin, and so great was
the fame of the exploit that it was com
memorated in the pantomimic repre
sentations that formed part of the rude
dramatic performances of the age. By
degrees the children learned to act it
for themselves, and it took the form of
a familiar sport.
The blindfolded pursuer, as, with
bandaged eyes and extended hands, hs
gropes for a victim to pounce upon,
seems in some degree to repeat the ac
tion cf Oolin Maillard, the tradition of
which is also traceable in the name,
blind man’s bluff.—Philadelphia Press.
- His Reason.
Some of the best of Dean Pigon’s sto
ries come from Halifax (not Sheffield).
One of these concerns his verger, one
Sagar. Imagine him, a venerable figure
with gray hair, skullcap, gown and
verger’s staff. In ignorance they had
married a’nian to his deceased wife’s
sister.
Sagar, whose business it was to set
tle the matter about the banns, was at
onoe cross examined. ’’’‘Oh, yes, vicar,"
said he, "Iknowed right well! I know
ed parties. “But why did you not
tell me?” I should have forbidden
them.” "Well, vicar, it was just this
way, do you see. One of the parties
was 84 and t’other 86. Isays to myself:
‘Lord, it can’t last long. Let ’em wed,
and bother the laws 1’ ’’--London News.
A Regular Polyglot.
A gentleman in a rural district drew
dowh upon his head a storm of adverse
criticism by marrying a second wife
ghortly after the demise of his first.
Two of those good ladies who look gen
erally upon the surface of things and
who are ever ready with condemnation
were discussing the disgraceful affair.
"Why, my dear, there’s his poor wife
hardly cold in her grave, and .he goes
and marries another!” ‘‘Dreadful!’’de
clared the other. "I never heard of
such a thing.” “I should think not
indeed,’* went on Na 1 angrily. “Mar
rying wife after wife like that—why,
the man’s a regular polygot!”—Cornbill
Magazine. - ' •
The Last of the Patches.
I was born in 1837, and I have per
sonal recollections of a lady in the early
forties using them. The curate of—
lodged in a farmhouse contiguous to
my father’s place. His wife was a tall,
fine, handsome woman, dressed in black
when I first saw her, and bad patches—
“beauty spots” they were called—on
her forehead, cheek (left, I think) and
chin. I told my mother on returning
home, and she replied they were “beau
ty spots” and “in the fashion. ” I have
a most vivid recollection of seeing her
and her husband on the occasion. A
handsomer couple you would rarely
meet. —Notes and Queries.
BEGGAR, BUT NO LIAR.
A Ma»dlout*a Account ot Bo* Ha law* a
Log In Cab*.
"Yes, sir,” said the one legged man
mournfully to the man whose attention he
had attracted by addressing him as "Say,
friend —f‘l loot this log at Cuba, and
that’s the truth. ”
’'‘You don't say,” the other observed
sympathetically. “I've been reading about
the trials and troubles of you poor fellows
—that is, allowing you are telling facta
and really were there.”
“Friend, I hope I may die in thia spot
and die painfully if it isn’t just as I tall
you. I know I am suspected as a fraud
because there are ao many liars who try to
Work on people’s sympathies, but I am
tolling the actual, honest truth. I lost
this leg in Cuba. If you'll give me a dime,
mister, I'll tall you all about it. It’s a
very interest. story."
The synipattetto stranger, being assur
ed, complied:
“It was a dark night, friend,” the crip
ple begun, “and nobody but a fool ord
man who was half drunk would have
thought of doing such a thing. I s’pose in
all honesty I ought to confess I’d took a
drop that night.”
“I can understand. I have heard about
that rainfall and the mud and exposure. ”
“Yes, it was a dark night, and you could
not sec a thing. Suddenly a bright light
flashed over to the west. It was a head
light.”
“Ah, yes! a searchlight, you mean.”
“And then there came the roar and rat
tle of”—
“A rapidpßro gun. Was there any smoke
to it!” C
“Too dark torn bud Lknow there Was,
though, for I’ve gone against the sama
game in daylight, and I know how it looks.
Well, the fellow who was firing”—
“Only one? But, of course, there was
but one handling it.”
“There was only one of ’em firing, but
he was a daisy all right. ‘Will it never
stop?’ I asked my mate.
“ ‘We’ll just take it anyway,’ says he.
“As I said, we had been drinking. No
body but one who had would ’a’ tried to
doit”
“Heroic man!” murmured the sympa
thetic stranger.
“So, when she came up close I, seeing
she wasn’t going to stop for the crossing
at all, made a grab for the hand bolt on
the first box car. My mate jumped for a
fiat and made it, but I missed and fell to
the track, and the wheel went over this
leg.
“That’s the way it happened. If you
don’t believe it, you can write to the doc
tor at Cuba, Missoury, and he’ll tell you
it’s gospel truth. I may be a mendicant,
sir, but I am no liar.”—Chicago Record.
A Sample of a Good Moro.
Professor Dean C. Worcester contributes
to The Century an article on “The Malay
Pirates of the Philippines. ” Speaking of
his guide, Professor Worcester says:
Toolawee was considered a good Moro,
and we were therefore Interested in certain
incidents which gave us an insigh* into
his real character. After satisfying him
self by observation that we could use our
rifles with some effect, he made us a rather
startling business proposition in the fol
lowing words: “You gentlemen shoot
quite well with the rifle.” “Yes; we have
had some experience.” “You desire to get
samples of the clothing and arms of my
countrymen for your collection?” “Yes.”
“Papa (Genaral Arolas) told you if you
met armed Moros outside the town to or
der them to lay down their arms and re
tire?” “Yes.” “Papa does not understand
my people as I da They are all bad.
When we meet them, do not ask them to
lay down their arms, for they will come
back again and get them and probably at
tack us. Just shoot as many of them as
possible. You can then take their arms
and clothing, and I off their
heads, shave their eyebrows, show them to
papa and claim the reward for killing
juramentados. ”
He never really forgave us for refusing
to enter into partnerhip with him on this
very liberal basis.
She Robbed Royalty.
p Among the guests at Monte Carlo last
year were a very ordinary looking couple
who kept to themselves and paid but
slight attention to the passing throng, but
one night two royalties arrived,
and after dinner the princess went up to
the couple and spoke most graciously to
them. Then every one wanted to know
who they were. Undeniable evidence of
breeding was observed about their man
ners, and their unobtrusive ways indicated
exclusiveness. An English lady was ob
served talking to them one night, and the
inquisitive crowd surged round her. “Do
tell us who she is!” they chorused. “Oh,”
was the reply, “that is the queen's mas
seuse, who is now on her wedding trip.
She has rubbed her royal highness* knee
and her majesty’s feet, and—she has rub
bed me all over I”—Exchange.
She Objects to Cigarettes.
A ridiculous rumor is current that the
recent illness of the czarina has been due
to slow poisoning, the arsenic being ad
ministered—so it is said—by a trusted lady
in waiting in the empress’ morning oup
of chocolate. Sensational rumors of this
kind are continually cropping up, and the
mere fact that the czarina has long been
in ill health was quite sufficient basis on
which to found this highly colored story.
That the empress is unpopular is certain
ly not true. On the contrary, she has
won the confidence of her husband’s peo
ple by her gentleness and tact, her edict
against her ladies in waiting smoking
cigarettes being the one trivial grievance
they have against her.—London Letter.
Van Bmh' Violet Dining Boom.
Jan Van Beers’ diningroom in his Paris
home is a scheme of violet and silver col
oring. Every shade from deepest purple
to palest mauve is represented, even the
windows being filled In with deep violet
glass and studded with round disks simu
lating amethysts. The dining table was
made, after the artist’s own carefully
thought out design, of the finest plate
glass and copper. From the Interior come
shafts of light, and the tablecloth need at
night is transparent. The whole building
is planned with similar magnificence.—
Strand Magazine.
Let Them Go On.
•If it is true, as stated at the Detroit
conference of boards of health, that one
seventh of all the deaths are caused by tu
berculosis and that the interruptions to
commerce caused by the disease represent
1100,000,000 in two or three months, it is
evident that the science of medicine has a
great work before it in fighting consump
tion for both humanitarian and pecuniary
reasons. And if the Unitarians can fight
it as effectually as they say they can they
should by all means be given every facility
fordoing so.—Philadelphia Ledger.
Bcm* Hreat St i uagttu
Yea, the strength es , nrissdjr Bears is I
almost beyond belief. Ibuva read about
the powerful muscles tn tbe arms at
African gorillas, but none can compare
with those iu the arms and shoulders of
big grizzly bean. I have seen a grimly
bear with one fore paw shot into useless
ness pull its own 1,100 pounds of meat
and bone up precipices and perform
feats of muscle that trained athlete:
could not do. I have seen grizzly bean
carrying the carcasses of pigs that must
have weighed 70 pounds several miles
acron a mountain ride to their lair,
and I have heard hunters tell ot having
seen cows knocked down as if by a
thunderbolt with cue blow of the fore
paw of a boar.
Throe summers ugo I spent the season
in the coast mountains up in Monterr
county, and one moonlight night I saw
a big grizzly bear in the aet of carrying
a dead cow home to her cub. X had a
position on the mountain side where I
could see every movement of the bear in
the sparsely timbered valley below me.
The critter carried the dead cow in her
fore paws for at least three miles, across
jagged, sharp rocks ten feet high, over
fallen logs, around the rocky mountain
sides, where even a jackass could not
get a foothold, to a narrow trail up the
steep mountain. She never stopped to
rest for a moment, but went right along.
I followed, and just about half a mile
from the beast’s lair I laid her low.
The heifer weighed at least 200 pounds,
and the bear would have tipped the
beam at about 450 pounds.—Chicago
Inter Ocean.
. General McDowell.
I have never met any one who gave
me a stronger impression of honesty and
sincerity than Irvin McDowell. He was
then in the prime of life—4o or 45 years
old—powerfully built, but rather pon
derous in movement, kindly and sim
ple in manner, with a very pleasant,
soldierly face, a water drinker and al
most a vegetarian. After the cruel war
was over I met him one day in some
foreign city—Vienna, I think—and aS
we were conversing he said, “Strange,
isn’t it, our encounter today?”
“Why so, general?”
“Have you forgotten? This is the
21st of July—the anniversary of Bull
Run. Had I won that battle I would
have been one of the most popular men
in the United States and you would
have been another. I need not say how
much it is the other way with us now. ”
But Ido not think his cofmtrymen
blamed him after all. When I went to
the United States some years ago, I
found him in command at San Francis
co—much changed, aged and sad, but
courteous and kindly as ever. I told
him that I had in a place of honor at
home the photograph which he gave me
before he left my lodgings the day he
was looking for Barry’s guns. “And I
suppose,” he said, “your friends ask,
•Who on earth was General Mc-
Dowell?’”— Sir" W. H. Russell in
North American Review.
v A Great Screamer.
More than 50 years ago Lachlan Mc-
Donald left his home in Strathspey,
Scotland, and went to the shores of Lake
Winnipeg. He did not neglect to carry
with him his beloved bagpipe, and many
an evening it spoke to him of the old
home beyond the seas.
Even in the daytime, when he was
busy in the woods felling trees, he
would have it by his side, and on one
occasion he had reason to be glad that
it was so near.
He was merrily swinging his ax,
when he was suddenly surrounded by a
party of Indians, who looked very for
midable as they drew nearer, gesticu
lating in -• a particularly threatening
manner. Things began to seem ominous,
when a happy thought came to the
Scotchman.
Seizing his bagpipe, he blew a blast
so loud and long and shrill that the
startled red meh looked upon him for a
moment in consternation and then took
to their heels, never stopping till the
thick shadows of the forest hid them
from the man who could give vent to
such an unearthly scream.
They did not forget that prolonged
cry; from that time the Scotchman was
known among them as “the great
screamer of the palefaces.”—Exchange.
A Famous English Inn.
One of the oldest and most pictur
esque inns in all England is the Crab
Tree inn in Fordham. Here cyclists
from all over Britain have congregated
and here men famous in literary annals
like Kipling, Haggard and Andrew
Lang have “put up” for an hour or two
to rest and quaff the ale dispensed by
this ancient hostelry.
The story runs that Robert Burns and
Sir Walter Scott once partook of the
hospitality of the place, and the queen
herself, it is reported, once stopped by
the wayside to partake of a frugal bowl
of milk and crackera The initials of
men illustrious in Great Britain’s his
tory are graven upon the surface of its
deal tables, and its very window panes
are littered with the names of Macaulay,
Dickens and Thackeray. It has been
put in at least one book, and J. Quiller
Couch has used it as the scene for one
at his terrible tragedies.
Too Big a Contract.
"Doctor,” said a man to his medical
attendant, who had just presented a
small bill of 85 shillings for treatment
during a recent illness, "I have not
much ready money. Will you take this
put in trade?”
"Oh, yes,” cheerfully answered the
doctor. "I think we can arrange that,
but what is your business?”
"I am a cornet player," was the
startling reply.—London Telegraph.
Foor Baby.
Unsophisticated Parent—Hello there,
nurse, what’s the baby yelling that way
for? I can’t read at alt
Nurse—He’s cutting his teeth, sir.
U. P.—Well, see that he doesn’t doit
any more or you lose your place.—Har
lem Life. ' v
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