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THE BARNESVILLE GAZETTE.
VOL. 31 SUBSCRIPTION SI.OO
OPENING ANNOUNCEMENT I
November 29. TUESDAY. Day and Night.
Vi/ 0 in VITE people of barnesville and community generally, to visit our stoee to inspect our
' Holiday Stock. We make this special invitation that you may not feel the least hesitancy in asking us to show you every
article you may wish to you want to buy or not, and on that day we assure you that you will not be asked to buy. If
you see what we have, and see what you want; you may buy then or later
We will on the day of the Opening, wind an eight day clock and set it to running at 7 o'clock A. M. and to the person guessing
the number of days, hours and minutes (or the nearest to it) the clock will run with the one winding,
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We Will Present One of Our $2 Oraphophones.
It costs you nothing to guess, You don't have to buy a cent's worth of goods, Come out on the 29nd and examine our stock
and register your guess.
J. H. BATE & CO., Jewelers, “SK!
HOW I GOT TO MEXICO.
INTERESTING OBSERVATIONS ALONG
THE WAY,
BY MISS ORIANA BELLE MURPHEY.
?g LL ABOARD” and the train
pulled out of the car shed at
gjp Atlanta, Ga., bound for San
Antonio, Tex. Atlanta to San An
tonio! Its a long cry from the Gate
City of the South to the Lone Star
State of the Wild West. So I thought
as I settled myselt in the “Card-.fi
Pullman car ot the Southern Pacific
R. R., and choked down the lump in
my throat—(who hasn't felt that lump
when saying goodbye to home and
friends for an indefinite length of
length of time.) It was to be a trip
for health and pleasure, and as my
father was exasperatingly well and ex
asperatingly busy he couldn't attend
me. So it seemed I must go alone or not
at all. In this emergency 1 wrote a
friend then in Texas who was a vete
ran traveler, if she would chaperone
me through Mexico. “Will I ? I
shall be charmed to’—she wrote
back. So it was decided that I
should make the trip, and this is why
one bright Monday morning in Sep
tember I was flying across the states
toward San Antonio, 1 ex., where 1
was to meet my chaperone. Without,
glimpses of flying landscapes, blue sky
and bright sunshine flooding the earth
with glory ; within, the bright finish
of vermillion wood, the sheen of pol
ished brass and silver, the soft tread
of the velvety Wilton carpets, and
everything suggestive of comfort and
luxury. At night the delightful sense
of the novelty and newness of sleep
ing in a bed that moved 6o miles an
hour.
In the morning the porter told me
we were in Louisana and were near
ing New Orleans. The land was low
and marshy and black; here and there
glimpses of the murky flood of the
Mississippi- Far in the distance I
could see tall spires and towers, and
now the frowning sugar refineries, im
placable grain elevators their
flanking.of cotton sheds, and I knew
that we had reached the city of the
Cresent. When the train pulled into
the station I found the agent who had
been telegraphed to meet me, and he
took my baggage and me down to the
ferry boat waiting to transfer passing
ere to the Algiers shore. The fresh
breeze from the gulf, the great yellow
riTer the ship lined levees, and the
slowly receding view of the encirchng
city all delighted me. Tall spires
and dingy roofs, smoky chimneys and
great'low-lying steamers, pennent-be
decked ships, and white river steam
ers that are the carriers of commerce
on many a thousand miles of swift
river and placid bayou in the great
valley of the Mississippi; brown can
vassed luggers manned by brawny
Italians, dusky stevedores, who with
weird song lighten their toil as they
roll corpulent hogsheads of sugar or
bulging bales of cotton —and so the
panorama of the city with its harmon
ious and incongruous details, blend
ed and softened by distance, was
merged into one composite picture
that grew softer and faniter as the
great transfer boat crossed toward the
Algiers shore.
While I was looking and wishing I
could have seen more of this old city
with its quaint streets, piazza-befrill
ed French homes and wonderful old
cathedrals, the broad prow of the
boat swung against the dock-head,
jostled into her berth, the gates were
opened, and pushing and elbowing
our way through the crowd of pas
singers, we finally reached the long
waiting, puffing train, that seemed
impatient to bear us away.
Soon we pulled swiftly out of the
yard, jostling over switches and hur
rying by long lines of freight cars..
Now we catch a parting glimpse of
the river with its double fringe of
shipping, and the dark masses of the
city beyond. The picture is but for
a moment and in a little while the
train is in a path cut through the
great cypress forests. Here the fol
iage luxuriates and runs riot. The
trees are draped in the long, silvery,
Spanish moss; vines twine like inter
minable serpents and swing lrom limb
to limb. Soon we are crossing a
bridge and to the right and left the
winding of a deep waterway sinously
leads into the distance—boats are
moored to the shore and darkies
are pensively fishing. “The Bayou
des Ailemonds,” I was told in
answer to my query, and that
we were nearing the land of the
Acadians. It is to my credit (or is
it ?) that I didn't quote from “Evan
gelina” —but I was thinking—
‘‘This is the forest primeval. The inarmuring
pines and the hemlocks
Bearded with moss and in garments green in
visible in the twilight shroud like the
Druids of eld”
and I could almost hear that cry of
Evangejine’s —-‘Gabriel, O my be :
loved.” Ah—
‘•Green Acalian ~eadows with sylvan rivers
among you”—
BARNESVILLE, GA., THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 241898.
farewell. We had passed the land of
the Acadians and the great cypress
forest and were now coming to
the great sugar plantations and
cane belts. All the reigon of
southwest Louisiana is a fertile gar
| den. I was told that along the bor-
I der of the gulf between the Mississip-
Ipi and Sabine rivers, there is five
thousand square miles of sea marsh.
It is subject to tidal overflows and is
intersected by innumerable bayous
and arms of the sea, and is covered
with tall, rank grass from which rise
occasional islands of live oak. It is
the sportsmans paradise and finer
fishing than here cannot be found.
Every variety of fish known to the
Gulf is caught here, while bear, deer,
ducks and geese are to bt had in
abundance. The farms are given
over to cotton, sugar and rice, while
corn, oats, potatoes, etc., are also
raised, and all the semi-tropical and
temperate fruits.
The morning of the second day the
porter told me we were in Texas.
We had passed in the night the splen
did timber belt of eastern Texas and
now there was nothing to see but flat
prairie lands, thousands upon thous
ands of acres covered with nothing
but cactus and broom grass. Not a
tree, not a hill, not anything but wide
sweeps of prairie lands or barren
landscape. How I longed for one
sight of the “red old hills of Georgia.”
For two days we rode through
Texas and through these prarie lands,
seeing nothing else, save now and
then and then at regular intervals the
section houses. These were hailed
with delight, and were neat in the
glory of new paint and immaculate
whitewash. I wondered how man or
beast could find subsistance in that
seemingly sterile waste and I wonder
ed more when I saw herds of cattle
busily engaged in browsing and their
plump sides showed that they had
found something to eat that made
them fat and comfortable. That some
thing I learned was, this same prickly
pear and buffalo grass, a curly dry
forage that looks little more nutritious
than the gravel among which it grows
but they say it is more nutritious than
the best of timothy and as fat pro
ducing as grain. And I learned
another fact, that many of these
ranchmen make millions of dollars
on cattle fed on this. They also
say that this gravelly soil is as
fertile as the famed valley of the Nile
when it is supplied by nature with
irrigating canals.
As I was gazing out of the window
a sedate-looking young man shouted,
“Buffalo.” Of course I, and every
body scrambled to see the buffalo,
when he added, “are said to be ex
tinct.” This is a great joke played
on tourists and it never fails to wor ,
The next morning when the train |
rolled into the station at San Antonio j
there was my friend and chaperone, j
waiting to greet me; and I was giad j
to see her, for say what you \\"!!, a .
journey all alone is a lonesome journey.
We spent several days “doing” San
Antonio, this foreignized American
city. There is one-third Mexican
element not to speak of the Spaniards
and other foreigners. Motley is the
group one sees here. Every game of
chance is in full blast.' Roulette, faro,
craps, poker, keno, glambling,
thieving, killing and all else are on
hand. They say the “gambles” in
parts of Texas and out west are worse
than at Monte Carlo, and here one
finds the soldier from the fort, the
Indian from the reservation, the cow
boy from the plains, the miner from
the mountains, the chinamen from
the adjacent camp, the banker from
the east, the millionaire from the pri
vate car, the promoter, the capitalist,
the “looker on in Viena. Black
broadcloth elbows blue jeans; rich
silks sweep against dirty cotton rags.
Nothing surprises, and the play, the
excitement, drunkenness is all as open
as the day. There is no Philistinism
in these places, but by and by it may
be changed. They say it is changing
now and the constant advance of
civilization makes it necessary. Vice
will pay homage to virtue by-adding
the sin of hypocricy. The rich
men will do their gambling at the
clubs where the floor is carpeted, not
sanded, and the whisky has a neater
bouquet. The Indians, the Cnina
man and hobo, will be denied the
comforts of sinning by municipal en
actment. The soldier, the miner and
civilian will be bundled to a side
street to carry on their gambling and
sneakiug viciousness will prevail in
stead of boisterous comeraderie.
The shriek of the locomotive
means that the west must become
intensely proper. Already here at
this strangest of all American cities,
this San Antonio, the people are
growing wonderfully progressive
They have social functions, swell
clubs, where snug millionaires talk
glibly about putting so much in this
prospect, that cattle enterprise, or
the other irrigation movements.
But the old missions have not been
modernized. The Alamo of course
heads the list and is the shrine before
which every pilgrim to San Antonio
bows. It is right in the heart ot
the city, just to the left of the mag
nificent Menger Hotel, and just be
yond the exquisite little plaza, that is
like a gem is set down in the heart of
the city- This was built in 1718 and
used for religious purposes, and serv-1
ed as a fort and protection against,
the Indians until 1835 when it was!
used as headquarters of Gen. Coz. In |
the next year it was the fort of the
Americans under Travis Bowie (the
inventor of the celebrated bowie
knife), and Oochelt, where it was the
scene of the most heroic and deadly!
contest known in modern history. It'
is now owned bv the state of Texas.
Its present size is 112x72 feet, the
walls solid masonry 4 feet thick and
feet high.
Driving through the suburbs—
through bits of woodland and pebbly
beds of running streams—we soon
come to the mission de la Conception
built in 1731. Its style is called
Christianized Moorish. The general
plan is that of a cruciform church.
The principal door is surmounted by
a triangular facade. The entrance
is between the towers and through a
vestibule near this mission is the spot
where was fought in 1835 the first
battle for Texas independence. The
mission of San Jose is 2 miles beyond
this mission and 4 miles beyqnd the
city. It was built in 1718 and is the
oldest and was the most beautiful of
all the missions. The celebrated
artist. Hinca, was sent from Spain,
and spent years in carving the various
ornamentations. The doors which
were of solid live oak and native
cedar with pannels of mesquite carv
ed in high relief are gone to keep
company with the lost heads of i
St. Am and St. Joseph. The spiral
stairs of live oak are still the means of
getting up in the tower.
Still two miles further and near by
the San Juan ford of the river, is the
mission of San Juan de Capistrand.
It was built in 1716. One bell still
swings in the pierced arch high above
the eastern wall. About the old
walls is a cluster of Mexican huts.
I )irectly across the river is an old
saloon, where a gaudy sign
announces the cock fight that takes
place every Sunday. The mission of
Francisdo de la Espado is the last of
the chain extending southward. This
was the first camping ground of the
Texas army.
As I was leaving the mission and
our carriage turned to drive back
to the city by a different way, I
thought, “What religious devotion
and self renunciation all these old
missions stood for. How brave those
Franciscan fathers were to come into
this wilderness, as it was then, and
by these little chain of missions hem
the fringe of civilization upon the
ragged garment of savagery,” but I
hadn’t time for much reflection, for
soon we had reached the old Aqui
duct built in 1725. It is as good to
day as when built and now furnishes
'> ter for the Mexicans to wash and
| r irregating purposes.
Just before reaching the city we
came to the army post—camp Sam
Houston—occupying an eligible site
of 162 acres overlooking the city.
Its extensive building of stones, its
wide sweep of perfectly level parade
ground and the high and graceful
[ dock tower which rises from thd
I quadrangular plaza make it an inter
esting place for visitors and a most
beautiful military post. Then we
drove back to the city. That even
ing we did what all tourists do— what
that is, I will tell you in my next.—
Adios. Oriana Belle Murphey.
SCALP
HUMOR
CURED BY CUTICURA
I watt ■utterin'; tortures from a diseased
scalp- 1 was Monitchliift my head from morn
ing till night. Mule pimples Broke out all
over my head. I had no rest. I washed my
head with hot wuter and CuTICtfBA B<>ap, and
applied CUTHHiHA as a dressing. Now my
head hasn’t a pimple on It, and my hair IS
growing splendidly. ADA C. HARRELL,
320 (Irand Bt., Jersey City, N. J.
I thenßht I would go frantle with Itching
sealp humors. I lost considerable of my hair
of which I had an abundance. 1 tried several
remedies, they failed. I tried OpTICUKA SOAP,
relief Immediate, Itching completely gone.
Mr*. M.JIIDAN.24O Malllday St., Jersey City.
Soldthrnutimiths world. Putts* D. A C.Onus.,Sol*
Prof... Holton. How Is I’rodues Luxuriant flair, IMS.
Next Hundav’s Services.
On account of the absence of the
pastor, Rev. W. S. Stevens, there
will be no preaching services at the
Methodist church next Sunday, bat
the congregation will atterid services
at the Baptist church where Dr. J.
M. Brittain will preach. No doubt
the services will be much enjoyed as
the best feeling and fellowship exist
among all the denominations m
Barnesville.
Miss Tosie Lovelace and Miss Em
ma Scott, of Atlanta, were expected
to arrive in the city last night, to be
guests of Miss Mary W. Lovelace, at
the home of Mayor and Mrs. W. B.
Smith for several days. Miss Scott
made quite a number of friends while
here last summer who will be glad to
again have her in the city. Miss
Lovelace is a sister of Miss Mary W.
Lovelace and has just returned from
Europe, where she spent quite a
while persuing stddies in music.
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Fine Caudles.
On their own merit the candies
made by Nunnally of Atlanta, have
won a reputation unequalled by any
other candies made. They are al
ways pure and fresh. Buy Nun
nally’s for your holiday supply and
you will be happy over them.
The city tax books will
close on December ist. Pay
your takes now
Robt. Holmes, C. & T.
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