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About The Pickens County herald. (Jasper, Ga.) 1887-???? | View Entire Issue (Feb. 26, 1891)
« VOL. IV. J >i red ory. n- Si rtuioi: I'm i it. Fourth Monday in April and Septein- & r. Geo. F. (iuber. Judge; George li. llrown, Solicitor-General. U. S. ('oiiOnissioiier—John M. Allred. County Okkickiis. Ordinary— V. J. Cornelison. Court first Monday in each month. C'lcrk and Treasurer—J. F. Simmons. Sheriff—James Pinyan. Tax Receiver—J. W\ baton. Tax Collector—G. W. liamiick. Coroner—J. A. Newberry. Surveyor—W. 11. Recce. i> Professional Cards. •O II. M. HOLHERT, ATTORNEY-AT-LAW. JASPER, GKORGIA. l’r»ni|*t attention given to all business iutrusfi-d to him. Mftiee in the fourth,mse with the Ordi nary. 4 U - 11 — A r. — F. C. TATE, attorney-at-law Jasper, (Jeorgin. Prompt attention to all business. l.S W. V. CJloiin. C'. 1>. Maddox. ULENN Sc 5U1>1)!>X, Xttoiue.rs at l aw, Atlanta, ton Oitk-k: No. tJi Bate City National I?ank Building. Alabama Nt est. ial attention given to cases i,i the. Fniteit States fourts. / 7 ’pMoitT.V to i On i uniov< d farms, in sums ef $300 I'livable* ,, .4 small . and up. in installments through a period Of ."> years. K*l« of interest low—T.mis easy. ^ IIEXLEY, J. w. Jasi’kk. <Lv. Harness, Saddles, etc Wc keep on hand at all times a full line of Saddles an 1 Harness of all styles and prices; also l?n- dies, Collars, and everything else in leather, all our own make. All work done neat and strong and at rcasonable'prices. _Patronize home industries.— Conte and sec our work and learn prices. Cagle & Son, 3:20 iy. Jasper, Ga. :o: Kirby Institute Jasper, Go. The i At.1. term of thisjjschool will begin Jan. Jtb, l*"’9 1 • —MATE* OF Ten ION— Kiiist Grake—S pelling. Penmanship. First and Second Readers. Primary A nth- “sKcwHnt^AnB— Spelling.Penmanslih>. Reader, coi- Third Reader. Fourth In term ate Arithmetic. Elementary Geography, and Primary English Grammar, * ThiiIb Oka 01 :—Fifth Header and Common Sixth Reader, Arithmetic. English Complete Grammar, Geography. School English Composition. Primary History. ^R.*j ,) per month........' Arithmetic. Fourth Ghadk— Higher Physical American and British Classics, Geography, Rhetoric. Advanced History, Fhcmistrv, Philosophy. Algebra. Geome¬ try. Latin and Greek, per month, S2.00 -■ 3 ^" Patrons will receive the lunelit of tho School Fund, I, B. JULLK’AN, Pkjxcii a,.. 13 W*eks $!. Tlie “Poi.iok Gazkttf.’’ will he mailed serurclv wrajiped. to any address in the United State* for tlireo months on re¬ ceipt of One Dollar. Liberal discount allowed to postmas¬ ters, agents and cluhs. Address order* to RK-ha nr> K. rot, Frarkiir) Square, New York, \ JASI‘KR f/ GKORGIA, THURSDAY KEHRUARY 26, iS^i. PARTED. Onoe more my Ua'iU «i|) your Nun:!; Your lovcvi voice* 1 shall hoar ouev luoro; But wo sl»uH novor see tho land, Tim pleasant land wo know of yoro; Never, on any summer day. Hear tho low musk* of its streams. Or wander down the lealy way That lemioth to tho laud of dreams. Still, borne u|h>u the wonted uir. The songM itf birds rise el*ar and sweet, As when 1 leathered roses there, And heaTK»J their glories ut your feet; And still rue golden [kithway lies At eve :ve«*os> the western «*m, And lovers tlr&iiu Imneath those skies, Which shine no more for you and tux No nmiv. all, nevermore! mnlyet They soein so ii'ur, those summer days, When ho|A*-wa.s like :i Jewel set To shine adown Time's misty ways, i sometimes dream that morning's hjjlit Will brinx them hark to us onee more. And that tis but on<* lon< dark ui^ht Since %ve two part 'd by the shore. Wo ixirtmi with soft words »n«i low, And “Farewell rill to-morrow" said; Krom s<-« un<i sky, iuiJ sus.sut’s yi.iw A golden Imio round you shod: Thai iw you weut. 1 UvnrJ you sing, ‘‘Hnsto tics*. swis*t ib'htow;" 1‘trtin; thus, How could we dream that life would l>riu£ Not any morrow there for us? VVe utui that hist farew»*ll Its shadow on our iif** path And Timn’s r«*l«*nt u*ss harriers f**ll iJotuoon ti ; and t«ir happy p«st: An<l nmv wo meet wIumj earns and tears Ilavt* ittilksl tin* an I tiio pain. Hut nevts* i*an the weary yea in liriii^ luick our golden dreams n^afn. — Dumestio Monthly. DAISIKS. olden , rod , and ... Neptune s trident .. grew thick .along the ol.l stone wall. and many a daisy lingered in the grass of the big meadow. Ned Kghert sat under his great white umbrella with all the impedimenta which a very young artist think's necessary scattered alsmt hi"i. and sketched till* distant pities aud the old thatched barn, and put rn Jim. the handyman, for the sake of the hit of color furnished by his red shirt. Bessie Beck looked over his shoulder m mute admiration. "How perf,*etly splendid it must be to paint.she said. “I'd give itiillioue of dollars if 1 could just do one of those daisies." This was a liberal offer from a girl whose private fortune was twenty live cents in silver and an old copper penny with a hole in it. hut Bessie was of an eiithusi.'.M'ie liar un-. “Yes, just mie of those daisies," she reiieated. Young Kghert laughed. "That is easy enough.” lie said; “I'll V(>l| tl> |KlIllt :l llllisv .** "Oh. no. you couldn't. 1 haven't a hit of genius." said Bessie. ■'Von don't luiow until you try.” said Ned "But it don’t need genius to paint daisies." "Don't it.'" iiske ! Bessie. "No." said Ned. “it's only a trick of the brushy Sit down here, and I'll show you how to do if." Bessie looked at lier dress and smoothed down her calico apron with hands, now undeniahly pink from long immersion in hot suds, for it was washday. Surely n painting l.-sson ought to be u full dress occasion, she thought. "Oh. how 1 look tp paint,” she faJ- tered. “As sweet as you always do,” said Neil. "There, sit down." Ik* twitched away the landscape which stood u|K,n the easel, and'sub- sfituted a clean mill hoard and knelt down behind Bessie's chair. "Take the palette—so." ho said, "Now hold the mahlstiek—so. I sup¬ pose I'll have to guide your hand for awhile.” And as mothers teach their babies to make their first great A's and crooked 8 's lie taught the girl to set the |s*tals in a circle and touch in the yellow center, until after a while she caught the trick and could do it her- self. Three or four queer little strag- gling attempts, three or four hotter ones, and then with slow precision and eager, anxious eyes she watched what seemed to her a very perfect form itself under the tip of her brush. “Is it goixlf" she asked Ned. "Very." said Ned. “Wonderful, con- sidering.” "1 cannot believe I did it,,” said Bos- s j ( , And after that she made another with P' <;:ltt ' r en f : - "Oh!" she said at last, with the long drawn sound with which children hail* the ascent of a skyrocket. "Oh! "Bessie!" screamed a voice in the distance. ‘ ‘ Bessie— I less-ee!" "There’s aunty calling me!” cried the girl, betwot*n tears and laughter. Led forgotten all about her.” And thrust inguiahlstick. pulette and brushes into the young artist s hands she llew toward the house, leaving Ned staring after her in all the blushing rapture of a boy in love, for those few moments 4 ku 1 given Cupid a ciiance to drive an nrrow straight to his heart. He had always thought Bessie a very pretty girl. Now sho was a divinity, and it seemed to him quite shocking that lier aunt, the fat farmer's wife with whom she boarded, should have the right to call her to peel potatoes or stew pump- kin. or that any household service should Egbert be required of her. received the Ned had just pa- ternai consent to become a professional n rt'-t It Imd been Ilia father's hope that he* would take to business, and the old gentleman had held out fora long time, hut -it l ust he h id relented Ned was to studv seriously that winter and goto Europe in tile spring. Now lie was sketching from nature among tho C«t«- lulls, ami. as we set*, teacliing Ins land* lady's niece to paint daisies. lie gave her many lessons after that, lie taught her those simple rules of perspective that astonish thosolgnorant of drawing. He showed her how to ~^tt,oS, i ., rflwt **, iml she’ forked „ „ nil as diligently ,*us she could, considering her multitudinousduties, and ruled niyrind* ° f fm !”. 11 ° f ?' Klt 7"Vl vist.is, ‘t U ttT'mb’tl‘,hi ’''stowiallv “!® ^ !l1 ' M*iMiiotl to summed \Mtli w.is the Sho j*!*o\V ijuito olovor ;lt ttlis, and minted 1 tlictii in her friends’ albums and on the panels of lier garret lied- room door, and at tlie eorner of her note paper, and felt great satisfaction in gazing at 1 hem after they were 111 islied. Meanwhile M ... v Ned hghert . f wrote f to t his father tliat lie was diligently “studying from nature, and that his gratitude for the paternal clemency was still diminished. Autumn had eome. The sketches Ned sent home for inspection were all or tv*.IV boughs and paths carpeted witii vellow leaves and (ills of stub ble. , , lht* smmner hoarders , . . had . van islied like thistledown, and it was pleiLsant to set up his easel iri the warm kitchen, and paint Bessie cleaning spoons, or Bessie paring apples, or Bessie heating eggs. One day by accident he placed one of these sketches, in the parcel lie regu larlv sent home for his father's ins[s>c- tion. Th..* mill hoard had slipped un d**r the stretcher of a largo camas. IV he., too ho\ was opened his Aunt l'emlop* pounced on it in e. second. and lier eyes sparkled fts she said: " All ' ha: A hgure .. s.ul T*,.i lvgbert. piece, “And bv .Jove, the be t > f the hunch! ■■From nature evidently." said Miss Penelope, "and a very pretty girl.” After a f -w momentinspection she added. "Brother. 1 think you might as well let Ned go to Kurope this winter." “Yes. yes; 1 think 1 will,’’ answered the old gentleman, regarding the “girl making pies" with great satisfaction. The next evening hut one Miss Pern4- ope alighted from the i’rattsville stage at Mrs. Beck's door. She had traveled many hours, as on a mutter of life and death. Indeed It scorned to her to one. Her heart was full of anxiety, hut idle was a woman who know how to control the expression of lier ings. She beameil upon the farmer's wife; she beamed ti; K)II her nephew,*, she beamed upon Bessie, who was decorat- ing a pic plate witii daisies hy the light :»f n kerosene lamp. “I know you will put me somewhere for tin* night.” she said to Mrs. Book, “and I am going to carry Ned away with me to-morrow. Your father was so delighted with your sketches, ospo- eially the tigure piece, that ho thinks you might a; well go to Kurope at once, Mr. Brush L going, and will introduce you to the proper people. Really 1 think figures an* your forte. Ties young lady.must have Iks*:i y.air original for the piC* baker." Bessie blushed violently. “l^uito iui artist herself, said Miss Penelope, putting up lier eyt glass to inspect .the pie plate, “Daisies! Ifow pretty! Now, tell me yon are delight- ed, Ned. to be so near Europe." But Ned could not speak cheerfully. lie was miserable at the thought of lie- ing sent away from Bessie—of being divided from her by the ocean. Fears that Si Hawkins, tin* dapper clerk at the “store," would cut him out troubled him. He could scarcely have hoped to linger at Bessie's side making sketches of her forever; hut Aunt Pent-lope's fir- rival and the news she gave him came like the shock of an earthquake. It was quite impossible, however, for him to do anything about it. IJe was swept away by tho early stage, with no opportunity to bid Bessie any adieu more tender than might be offered amid the assembled family in the front hall. His eyes were full of tears: so were Bessie's. What! not one whisper, not one kiss—to tell the truth, it would not be the lirst that lie hod stolen—no, not even one long pressure of the hand. He was in the stage; they were away, Aunt Penelope was talking of art, and | le was w i s fli n j» that he dared cover his f tiee anf ] cry “Bessie!" his heart cried out, “lies- gie!” but his lips (hired not utter a word. And still, when he had reached home and Mr. Brush had bean asked to dine with them, and all the talk was 0 f Europe and great painters, and the ohl masters, and his future poets, he began to glow again with the 0 ifl hopes—to dream of the great ures he would paint. But he did not carryout his resolution of telling his j f a y 10r tlm,t I 10 would go in for business in or<ier that lie might remain near H(>SMe * but 1,0 fiat ««wti and the girl a letter -a long, tender letter- •»" ^»at wherever he should go hpr l »‘ftge would go with him, and ask- l'** >"‘ r *>o hit. wife one day. and giving her his address in Paris, whore he would go first, bogging her to write soon. “And until I get your answer I shall know no peace.” ho wrote; “though I hope you do not euro for Silas H«w- kins.’ And ho drew a little daisy in the oor- ner, and told lier that he had kissed ^ ** ■-"" * “ u ww u f(>0 , iah boy’s fo 6 li*h letter, you will; but ho felt very near lieav- en when lie wrote it. Just as lie had 8eA * e ' 1 lt 1,is * Aant Penel “P c lapped into tlie roipn. Perhaps she had peeped in befora “I am going to post my letters," she said. “Slutil I take any for you.' ’ Aunt Penelope had beamed so Sweet- ly upon Bessie that the boy had per- suadod hiinself that sh‘e secretly sym- pathized with .is lowe affair Now she “j" ,l ‘f 1 '-, a rch look ,tnd le returned { i grateful glance, 1 and 1 as she o t Kme<l • er reticule dropp’d his inis- sive into wi’ii ]t« which maw and it swallowed heard the it cn-sp snap up without .. .misgiving. Miss Penelope loved her nephew truly, tiw an 1 when she burned the letter i u kitchen range sho said to her- self: “I know what ts for the poor l>oy.s good far j letter than lie knows hiius<‘lf. That girl is no mate for him. and I've doubt she will be much happier with Silas Hawkins." You see, she had read the letter Ix-fore she consigned it to the flumes. Shortly after Ned Kghert lefr Am- erica in company with Mr. Brush, and through the winter evenings Bessie sat painting daisies and thinking of Ned, hut no word came to her. On Sundays Silas llawklns cninn and made himself os agreeable as possible, but Ned had no reason to he jealous <,f Jiim. for when he offered his hand and heart and a prospH-tive business Bessie gently lait decisively declined them. Bhe bcgMl to think that the young man had ’gotten her. but she knew I that she hould never forget him. Mcanwliiledie, with all the novelty of p. lP js oo with’ pying his mind, with his studies all Kurope before him, still lYUnf’liilH’lvd. 'n 1 w.!».,^ u u mm a u forggt—not modern art. nor the old masters, nor the bright, eyes that btituiwl upon him. In time he came to believe rhat tho love had all l)( . ol i on if is side, but he should never iiny |i kt . rtc-ssio, hesaidtohim- s ,,|f j n n fl r | l0 W orld. When he came home a full Hedged painter, and opened a studio and had receptions and w.*iss|K)ken of favorably by the critics he iiad not forgotten her. His life had not been without romance nor had he eseapi'd adventure. He had met, women so lieaiitiiul that Bessie could In no wise compare with them; hilt when he thought of the woman who should one (Lav share his Hresido and bo the mot her of his children, none of these rare beauties arose liefore him, Rut instead n simple American face, honest eyes that knew no arts of co- quetry—Bessie’s face, Bessie's eyes — none other, At least ho thought he must see her once again; he must banish his illusion, if it was one; ho must know what Bessie had become; and lie went up to Pmttsvillo very shortly and found the Beck homestead where it had lx*en. Xo Becks were there, however. Mrs. Heck had gone to live with a married ‘‘somewhere west.” A new man bad the store; he barely remembered «(i Hawkins, who had married and “set up in New York." Five years seemed ) 0 have changed everything ooinplete- ly, and Ned returned to his studio eon- vinced that it was Bessie whom Jlaw- kins had married. lie mentioned his visit to nolxxly. A wise of blight and disappointment lay upon him for some days—a feeling that In; had lost life's l«»st good. Then he slmt the doors of the past behind him and began life in earnest. And now Aunt Penelope, still at tho helm and active as ever, began to steer his bark toward the happy isles of matrimony. It is quite the thing nowadays for heiresses to marry fashionable young artists. For an elegant heiress of this sort Aunt Penelope kept sharp lookout, and soon descried her in the person of Miss'Kdna Vale. The spin ster had not been quite free of self ac- eusation in that matter of Ned's first love affair. Sho felt that she should never absolve herself entirely until she Kiiw him in love again, and sho eon- stantly pointed out Miss Vale’s perfec- tions—her classical features, her graco- ful movements, her swanlike neck, her low voice, her costumes, now Grecian, now Venetian. Nod could not refuse to acknowledge her beauti- ful, and at last Aunt Penelope felt that lier efforts had not been in vain, The Vales had given a music-ale. Ned ;ind Edna had been together all the evening, and now she had spoken of a rare flower that had just bloomed in the conservatory, and lie had asked her to let him we it. . “Mo will propose there, 1 am sun*," Miss IWlope “I thought, it i» his eye.” as they walked away. see Blip was right Ned had deliberately made up his mind .to ask Miss Vale to be his wife, but no such happy thrills us those which had eome to him when Iic ll( M hessie's little pink wrist and taught her to paint her first daisy moved him as he offered his arm to bdna. "I am no longer a boy,” lie thought ; ought to bo." A soft opal tight tilled the eonserva- tory. The air was laden with perfume. A sort of soft mist seemed to hover over the plants, and m it lie saw a vision—Bessies flico, har hand, a daisy between the lingers. He uttered an in- articulate exclamation. It was gone. "I beg purdon," lie said. “Really is your conservatory haunted f 1 i thought I saw a ghost. beJnnd the “Oh, that was only Bessie 1" said Miss Vale. “Bussie!" ho gasped, “only Bessie!" “Mv little sister's maid," said Kdna. “She fa always gliding about in that ghostly way. Klie comes here to smell fl‘isy tu.> flowers and sometimes to irot to copy." **.\ daisy?" he repeated, as if in a ( on.on. i r( .. lm Kdna was familiar with the fact that a man on the verge of jiroposing often becomes semi-idiotic. Rather in order ; to torment him than because she had any interest in her sister's maid, she ; went on; “Oh, I assure you she is artistic! When she lias a holiday, instead of going out in a green frock and a red bonnet to enjoy herself, she shuts her- self up and paints daisies. Boinc one —some sign painter, I presume—taught her to do it onee upon a trine, and she came from her native wilds to New York with the view of becoming a dec- orator, I believe TheCImreh charity. —~ ” ~ ~ ■ Hazes, Lotspeich & Thomas- Who]sale Staple and Fancy Groceries, TOBACCO, CIGARS, Etc,, JKtc., KNOXVILLE, TI-NN. Buy your Boots and Shoes —FROM— Haynes, Henson & Co THE LEADING WHOLESALE Boot and Shoe House in The South, 216 GAY STREET, 3-4<b Knoxville, Tenn. J FJEW REPEATING RIFLE marlin safety MODEL 1889. a t. ■ iMm I m - ■ . w. SOLID , ■' i:- OP. I Wk SIDE EJECTING. WelgM.S^Ibs. Using 32-20, 38-40 and 44-40 Cartridgae. Send fbr free descriptive price-list of Itepe.tlnK BIAS. l>oubl»-Action ltevolvers, etc., to the 1 MARLIN FIRE ARMS CO., NEW HAVEN, CT., U. S. A LYMAN’S PAT. RIFLE SIGHTS Are Unequalled both for Hunting and Target Shooting. 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But nothing came, and in a moment it flashed upon £j nil Ul!lt llle gentleman had either f (lPRO tt 4 n or repented of his purposo in jeading her to the conservatory. What could pique a woman moror Her h „ Hrt W(W fu ll of w^tH, but she was cmtal to the eim-rgenev “Whv there i|t Mrs. Lester," she'cried. “1 must ii m, 0 . lk to her'" blue' end „«• sl.« tlu!t snet tot wing a satin train swept the conservatory door and loav- . . ""p,' 1 or ms h'i„' < ’l^rt part, i,„ t on. W nw- vo, Kcd I\c<I felt felt no no such einotuins. Beyond tho mass of . (; jj an j blossoiri ho saw an open ( j oor 1V ndin the D.'Lssa'e beyond It h# f {tnc i 0< i that a woman's figure lingered A riot her moment and he had entered the passage A shadowy figure fled With two Ion-strides he overtook it pooroci into its face and clasped it to ) lear t- and ail Uioso sweet emo- ti(Hls thooo tender heart throbs those enchanting thrills that ho thought dead with Ills lost boyhood returned to hitu as he whispered: * ‘Oh Bessie! I have found you at last, and we must never part again!"— M arv Kvle Dallas in Fireside Com- Daf fl OI1 . “ IDEAL ” RELOADING TOOLS For Rifles, Pistols £ Shot tow. RELOAD YOUR SHELLS AND SAVE KIGMET. FREE, lltU 8 T«*TCO CATALOGUE COMTAINIM* V»IUA*L# l**T«»CTIO^ O. HOW TO m»rAAI YOU* o»« AMMUM)TIOW. IDEAL sirs. S 3 ., BisS,
