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TOWN DIRECTORY.
Mayor— Thomas G. Barnett.
Commissioners— W. W. Turnipseed, J. S.
Wyatt, E U. H arris, E. R. James.
Clerk— E. G. Karris.
Treasurer— W. S. Shell.
Marshals —S. A. Beldintr, Marshal.
J. W . Johnson,Deputy.
JUDICIARY.
A. M. Speer, - Judge.
S. D. DisuukE, - *. Solicitor General.
Butts—Second Mondays in March and
September.
Henry—TbtrT Mondays in April and Oc
tober.
Monroe—Fourth Mondays in February,
and August.
Newton—Third Mondays in March and
September.
I’ike—Second Mondays in April and Octo
ber.
■Rockdale—Monday after fourth Mondays in
March and September
'Spalding—First Mondays in February
and August.
Dpson—First Mondays in May and No
vember.
CHURCH DIRECTORY.
Methodist Episcopal Church, (South,)
R«v. Wesley F. Smith, Pastor. Fourth
Sabbath in each month. Sunday-school 3
j. m. Prayer meeting Wednesday evening
Methodist Protestant Church. First
Babbath month. Sunday-school 9
A. M.
Christian Church, Elder W. S. Fears,
Tastor. Second Sabbath in each month.
Baptist Church, Rev. J. P. Lyon, Pas
ter.' Third Sabbath in each month.
CIVIC SOCIETIES.
Pine Grove Lodge, No. 177, F. A. M
Stated communications, lourth Saturday in
-each month.
DOCTORS.
DR. J. C. TURNIPSEED will attend to
all calls day or night. Office i resi
dence, Hampton, Ga.
■|\R. W. H PEEBLES treats all dis-
J * eases, and will attend to all calls day
and night. Office at the Drug Store,
Broad Street, Hampton, Ga.
DR. N. T. BARNETT tenders his profes
sional services to the citizens of Henry
and adjoining counties, and will answer calls
day or night. Treats o’l diseases, of what
ever nature. Office at Nipper’s Drug Store.
Hampton, Ga. Night calls caD be made at
my residence, opposite Berea church. api26
JF PONDER, Dentist, has located in
• Hampton, Ga., and invites the public to
rail at his roon, upstairs in the Bivins
House, where he will be found at all hours
"Warrants all work for twelve months.
LAWYERS.
JNO. G. COLDWELL, Attorney at Law,
Brooks Station, Ga. Will practice in
the counties composing the Coweta and Flint
River Circuits. Prompt attention given to
commercial and other collections.
TC. NOLAN, Attorney at Law. Mc
• Donough, Georgia. Will practice in
the counties composing the Flint Circuit;
the Supreme Court of Georgia, and the
United States District Court.
WM. T. DICKEN, Attorney at Law, Lo
cust Grove, Georgia, (Henry county.)
Will practice in the counties composing the
Flint Judicial Circuit, the Supreme Court of
Georgia, and the United States District
Court. apr27-ly
GEO. M. NOLAN, Attorney at Law.
McDonough, Ga. (Office in Court house )
Will practice in Henry and adjoining conn
ties, and in the Supreme and District Courts
•f Georgia. Prompt attention given to col
lections. mch23-6m
JF. W ALL, Attorney at Law, Hamp
. ton.Ga Will practice in the connties
'composing the Flint Judicial Circuit, and
the Supreme and District Courts of Georgia.
Prompt attention giveu to collections. ocs
EDWARD J. REAGAN, Attorney at
law. Office on Broad Street, opposite
the Railroad depot, Hampton, Georgia.
Special attention given to commercial and
other collections, and cases in Bankruptcy.
BP. MeCOLLUM, Attorney and Coun
• seller at L-iw, Hampton, Ga. Will
practice in Henry, Clayton, Fayette, Coweta.
Pike, Meriwether, Spalding and Butts Supe
rior Courts, and m the Supreme and United
States Courts. Collecting claims a specialty.
(XBee op stairs in Schafer's warehouse.
THE UNSUNG SONG.
I song a song in my dreams one night
Of muny a varied tone,
But when I awoke with morning’s light,
The song and my dreams were gone.
’Twas a beautiful song of hope and love,
Its melody, rich and clear,
Seemed echoing tar in blue vaults above
As it fell od my listening ear.
“Ah! sure,” methougbt, “an angel sings—
Is calling my spirit away
Then near 1 heard the rustle of wings,
Joined in that heavenly lay.
And I caught the strain and answered it
bank.
In music all sweetly my own ;
Twas borne above through the eky’s span
gled traek,
Then lost iu the night’s dusky home.
And often I hear that same witching straiD,
When stars are quietly beaming,
But when 1 would catch up the soft refrain,
I always awake from my dreaming.
There will be a time when I’ll hear it once
more
And join with that night-singing throng ;
Bui until I shall sing ob the Paradise shore
That beautiful song will be ever unsung.
—Annie Rivers Moseley.
My Midnight Peril.
The night of the 7th of October—shall I
ever forget its pitchy darkness, the ‘roar of
autumnal wind through the lonely forest, and
the incessant downpour of the rain ?
“This comes of short cuts," F muttered
petulantly to myself, as I plodded along,
keeping close to the trunks of the trees to
avoid the ruvine, through which I could hear
the Tear of the turbulent stream forty or
filty feet below. My blood ran cold as I
thought what might be the possible conse
quence of a misstep or a move in the wrong
direction. "Why had I not been ccnteuted
to keep in the right read ?
Hold oo 1 was that light, or are my eyes
playing false?
I stopped, holding on to the low resinous
boughs of a hemlock that grew on ihe edge
of ihe bank, for it actually seemed that the
wind would seize me bodily and hurl me
down the precipitous descent.
It was a light—thank Providence—it was
a light, and no ignis fuluus to lure me on
to destruction and death.
“Hblloo-o o !”
My voice rang through the woods like a
clarion. I plunged out through tangled
vines, dense briers and rocky banks, until,
gradually neating. I could perceive a figure
wrapped in oil cloth cepe, or cloak, carrying
a lantern. As the dim light fell upon his
face I almost recoiled. Would not solitude
in the woods be preferable to the compan
ionship of this withered, wrinkled old man?
but it was too late to recede now.
“What’s wanting?’’ he snarled, with a
peculiar motion of the lips that seemed to
leave his yellow teeth all bare.
“1 am lost in the woods ; can you direct
me to ii station ?”
“Yes, R station is twelve miles from
here. ”
‘Twelve miles !’’
1 stood aghast.
“Yes.”
“Can you tell me of any shelter I could
obtain for the night ?”
“No.”
“Where are yon going?”
“To Drew’s, down by the map!, swamp.”
“Is it a tavern ?”
“No.”
“Would they take me for the night? I
could pay them well.”
His eyes gleamed; the yellow stumps
stood revealed once more.
“I guess so; folks do stop there.”
“It is not far from here?”
“Not very ; abont half a mile.”
“Then make haste and let us reach it. 1
am drenched to the skin.”
We plodded on, my companion more than
keeping pace with me. Presently we left
the edge of the ravine, entered what seemed
like a trackless woods, and keeping straight
on until the lights gleamed fitfully through
the wet foliage.
It was a ruinous old place, with the win
dows all drawn to one side, as if the founda
tion had settled, and the pillars of a rude
porch nearly rotted away.
A woman answered my fellow traveler’s
knock. My companion whispered a word
or two to her, and she turned to me with
smooth, voluble words of welcome.
She regretted the poverty of their accom
modation, bat I was welcome to them, such
as they were.
“Where is Isaac?” demanded my guide.
“He has not come in yet.”
I sat down on u wooden bench beside the
fire, and ate a few mouthfuls ef bread. *
HAMPTON, GEORGIA, MARCH 14, 1879.
"I should like to retire as soon as possi
ble," for my wenrintvs was excessive.
“Certainly.” The wc man started up with
alacrity.
“Where are you going to put him ?” asked
my guide.
“Up chamber ”
“Put him iu Isaac’s room ”
“No.”
“It’s the most comfortable.”
“I tell you, no !”
But here I interrupted the whispered col
loquy.
“I am not particular—l don’t care where
you lodge me, only make haste.”
So I was conducted by a step ladder that
stood in the corner of the room, into an
apartment, ceiled with sloping beams and
ventilated by one small window, with a cot
bedstead, crowded clothes against Ihe board
partition, and a pine table, with two or
three chairs, formed tha sole attempts ut
furniture.
The woman set the light—an old oil lamp
—on ihe table.
“Anything more I can get you, sir?”
“Nothing, thank you.”
“I hope you’ll sleep well, sir. When shall
I call you ?"
“At foui o'clock in the morning, if you
please. I must walk over to 11 station
in time for the seven o’clock express.”
“I’ll be sure to call you, sir."
She withdrew, leaving me alone in the
gloomy little apartment. I sat down and
locked around me with no very agreeable
sensation.
“I will sit dowD and write to Alice,” I
thought, “that will soothe my nerves and
quiet me, peihaps.”
1 descended ihe ladder, the fire still glow
ing redly on the hearth beoeath ; my com
panion and the woman sat beside it, talking
in a low tone, and a third person sat at the
table eating—a short, stoat, villainous- look
ing man, in a red flannel shirt and muddy
trousc rs.
I asked for writing materials nnd returned
to my room to write to my wife.
“My darling Alice—”
I paused and laid down my pen as I con
cluded Ihe voids, half smiling to think wbat
she would soy could she know of ray strange
quarters.
Not till both sheets were coverd did 1 lay
aside my pen and prepare for slumber. As
1 folded my paper I happened to glance to
ward the couch
Was it the gleam of a human eye observ
ing me through the board partition or was it
my own fancy? There was a crack there,
tint only blank darkness beyond, yet I could
have sworn that something bad sparkled
balefully at me.
1 look out my watch—it was one o’clock.
It was scarcely worth while for me to un
dress for three houis’ sleep. I would lie
down in my clothes and snatch what slumber
I could. So, placing n.y valise close to the
head of my bed, and barricading the lockless
door with two chairs, 1 extinguished the
light and lay down.
At first 1 was very wakeful, hut gradually
a soft drowsiness seemed to steal over me
like a misty mantle, until, all of a sudden,
some startling electric thrill coursed through
my veins, ODd 1 sat up, excited and tremb
ling.
A luminous softness seemed to glow
through the room—no light of the moon or
stars was ever ao penetrating—ami by the lit
tle window I saw Alice, my wife, dressed iu
floating garments of white, with her long,
golden hair knotted back by a bine ribbon.
Apparently she was coming to me with out
stretched hands, and eyes full of wild, anx
ious tenderness.
I sprang to roy feet and rushed toward
her, but as I reached the window the fair
apparition seemed to vanish into the stormy
darkness, and I was left alone. At the self
same instant the sharp report of a pistol
sounded. I could see the jagged stream of
fire above the pillow straight through the
very spot where teu minutes since my head
had lain.
With an instantaneous realization of mv
danger I swung myself over the edge of the
window, jumped some eight or ten feet into
tangled bushes below, and as J crouched
there recovering my breath I beard the
tramp of footsteps into my room.
•*]s he dead?” cried a voice up the ladder
—the smooth, deceitful voice of the woman
with the half-closed eyes.
“Of course he is,” erowled a voice back ;
“that charge would have killed ten men. A
light there, quick ; and tell Tom to get
ready."
A cold, agonized shudder ran through me.
What a den of midnight murderers hbd I
fallen into ! And bow fearfully narrow had
been my escape!
Wi<h the speed that only mortal terror
aod deadly peril can give. 1 rushed through
the woods, now illuminated by a faiot glim-
mer of starlight. I knew not what impulse
guided my footsteps-—I never shall know bow
many times 1 crossed my own track, or how
close 1 stood to the brink of the deadly
ravine ; bnt a merciful Providence encom
passed me with a guiding nnd protecting
care, for when the morning dawned, with
faint, red burs of orient light against the
etormy eastern sky, I was close to the high
road, some seven miles from R .
Once at the to*n, 1 told my story to the
police, and a detachment was sent with nte
to the spot.
After much searching and many false
alarms, we succeeded in finding the ruinous
house ; but it was empty—our birds had
flown ; nor did I recove r my valise and watch
and chain, which latter I Imd left under my
pillow.
“It's Drew’s gang,” said the lender of the
police, “and they’ve troubled us these two
years. 1 don’t think, though, they’ll come
back here just at present.”
Nor did they.
But the strangest part of my story is yet
to come. Some thr e weeks subsequently I
received a letter from my sister, who was
with Alice in her English home—a letter
whose intelligence filled me with surprise.
*1 must tell you something very, very
strange ” wrote my sister, "that happened
on the night of the 17th of October. Alice
had not been well for some lime ; in fuct
she had been confined to her bed for nearly
a week, and 1 was sitting beside her reading
It was late—the clock had just struck one—
when all at once she seemed to faint away,
growing white and rigid as a corpse. I
hastened to call assistance, but all efforts to
restore animation were in vain. I was just
about sending for the doctor, when her senses
returned a« suddenly as they had left her,
and she sat up in bed, pushing up her hair
and looking wildly around her.
“ ‘Alice,’ I exclaimed, bow you have ter
rified ns all! Are you ill?'
“ 'Not ill,’ she answered, ‘but I feel so
strange. Grace, I have been with my hus
band !’ ”
“And all our reasoning failed to convince
her of the impossibility of her assertion. She
persists to this moment that she saw you
und was with you on the 171 hof October —
or rather on the morning of the 18th. Where
und how she cannot tell, but we think it
must have been a dream. She is better now,
und 1 wish you could see how lust she is im
proving.”
Tins is my plain, unvarnished tide. Ido
not pretend to explain or uccount lor its
mysteries. I simply relate facta. Let psy
chologists unravel the lubyrinfhieal skein. 1
am not superstitious, neither do I believe in
ghosts, wraiths or apparitions ; bat this thing
I do know—that, although my wife was in
England in body on the morning of the 18th
ol October, her spirit surely stood before me
in New York in the moment of the deadly
peril that menaced me. It may be that to
the subtile instinct and streugth of a wife’s
holy love all things are possible; but Alice
surely saved my life.
The Little Beggar's Charity.
A young man who had been on a three
days debauch wandered into the reading room
of a hotel in Pittsburg, Pa., where he was
well known, sat down, aod stared moodily
into ihe street. Presently a little girl of
about ten years came in und looked timidly
about the room. Bhe was dressed in rags,
but she bad a sweet, intelligent face, that
could scarcely fail to excite sympathy
There were five per-ons in the room, and she
went to each begging. One gentleman
gave her a five cent piece, and us she went
to the gentleman spoken ol and aaked him
for a penny, added, “I haven’t had acything
to eat tor a whole day.” The gentleman was
out of humor, and he said crossly, “Don’t
bother me ; go away 1 1 haven’t bad any
thing to eat for three days." The child
opened her eyes in shy wonder and staled at
him a moment and walked slowly towards
the door. She turned the knob, and then
after hesitating a few seconds, walked up to
him, and gently laying the fiv« cents she had
received on his knee, said with a tone of true
girli-h pity in her voice : “If you haven’t
bad aoyihiug to eat for three days, you take
this and go and buy some bread Perhaps 1
can get some more somewhere.” The young
fellow blushed to the roots of his hair, and
lilted the little sister of charity in his arms
and kissed her two or three times in delight.
Then be took her to the persons in the room
and to those iD the corridors aod in the
office, and told the story and ask'd contri
butions, giving himself all the money be bad
with him. He succeeded Id raising over
torty dollars, and sent the little one on her
way rejoicing.
Yprilanti, Micb., is one of the few
immortal American towns that can’t poks
fun at the Afghanistan war names.
Standards of Beauty.
In spite ol all the arbitrary laws of beauty,
formed on fixed equations, in every quarter
of the globe und in every phase of history
there semis to be a different ideal of beauty.
The Circassian mcis, who take the Greek
type as their model, with its slow and deli
cate curves, its perfect lines and slender e le
gance. have certainly something in their eye
very difleient Irom the African races, who
want bulging and bountiful flesh, nnd mouths
enlarged and enriched until they cover the
countenance with their bone and golden
ornaments.
While the Greeks preferred the straight
line lor the noße. bioken only by the swell
of the nostril the Persians thought there
was no heauly without a nose like a hawk’s
hill, and the African and Polynesian pre*
feir< d one slit down its whole length and
perforated with trinkets. Sir Joshua Rey
nolds declared that the line of the nose to be
beatrifu! must he straight, and Sir Charles
Bell tl at the nostrils are vehicles of emo
tional express ion ; but nftier authorities
cliff r, and while the French poets of to-day
find nothing more charming than the nei
letrousse, King Solomon long ago expressed
his ideal of what a fine nose should be in
comparing it to the ‘ lower of Lebanon
whiih looketh toward Damascus."
The ancient Scythians thought nobility
und honor lay in a high conieal head ; the
Germans, on the contrary, in a short one ;
while various Western Indians think noth
ing but a flat head, produced by distortion
in infancy, worthy of notice. Ye (science
and sense have both pronounced, independ
ently ol any opinion os to appearances, that
as toe forehead recedes and the jaws advance,
so does the intellect recede, and that the
balance of mental power is lound in those
it.div duals the upper and lower parts of the
outlines ol whose face correspond with some
approach to equality, too much recedure of
the chin bringing one as near idiocy us too
much reci’dure of the torehead.
There is as much diversity, again, about
the ears, the Hindoos thinking that true
beauty can only be attained by boring the
cartilage und imbedding in it a ring, every
little while replaced by a larger ring, until
the size of the stretched and mutilated mem
ber becomes something enormous ; while the
Arab holds precisely the opposite view—
that a small ear is us infallible a mark of
good blood and birth as the arch of the in
step under which water flows without
wetting the foot ; and every one knows how
Pauline Bonaparte’s laree ears gave her
m"re torment than her beauty did pleasure.
The Turkish lady stains her teeth bluek ;
the Frank regards it as one of the last woes
that can befall her when time and decay do
as much lor hers. Certain o f the African
savages either file theirs closely down or
else into horrible and fantastic shapes. Just
as much difference, too, exists in relation to
the accepted beauty ol figure, for while the
Frank may lace to the last catching of the
breath if inclined to too much embonpoint,
if such is her idea of grace and loveliness,
the lady who aspires to a high pluce in the
Turkish seraglio stuffs herself till she is roll
ing in folds of fat ; und where the Europeans
admire the straight and superb posture ol
the Apollo, certain savages bend the limbs
of their bubius to make them bandy-legged.
In fact, it would be liaid to establish any
standard of beuuty for the whole world Btid
call it fixed. For ulthough we can prove as
satisfactorily to out selves as the demonstra
tion of a geometrical theorem the perfection
of the Greek idea, the barbarian could
neither understand the demonstration nor
accept the theorem. Yet it remaius that
what is held to be beauty by the most refined
and intellectual of the *orhi must be nearer
the real at tide than anything accepted by u
lower order o( beings.
"Oh, heuven and earth are far apart,” says
the poet. They are, they are; and it is just
as well that it is so. If they were very close
together the cabinet organ dealers would be
buzzing the poor, harassed, distracted angels
eighteen hours a day, and the advertising
agents would talk them bliud the rest ef the
time,
A.v old traveler fells a pretty tough story
about being lost in the woods with his dog r
where be could find nothing to bad
to cat off bis dog’s tail, which he boiled for
himself, and afterward gave the dog the
bone ! We would ratl er borrow ooe hun
dred dollars tb»D believe that story
Wikk (anxiously) Wbst did that young
lady observe whe passed us just now ? Hus
band (with a smile of calm delight)—Why,
my love, she observed rather a good looking
mun walking with quite bd elderly female—
that’s all!
Tiiehk are three good aids to the devil in
this life—poverty, politics and the tooth
ache. J
A Romance of Pearls.
I will tell you a circimtHmce that hap
pened twenty-five or thirty years ago when
I was residing in Calcutta. Ooe morning
our frieud, the late Dr. Vass, surgeon of the
royal army, brought to mv husband, Dr.
John Grant, a bn* containing twelve or
thirteen peails of various sizes, saying:
"Grant, vou are a well known man in Cal
cutta. and 1 want you to hear the curious
account of these pearls and to take charge
of the box. and let me know any change yoa
may see in them Their history is as follows:
About forty years Bgo a 1-dy at Ambooy
gave a porlto each of two sisters, say
ing, ‘These are breeding pearls; take good
cure of tl etn ; never touch them with the
hands, as heat injuns them, and feed them
on rice.’ One of these sisteis hHR just come
to Calcutta, and she has lent the box to me
to show to you In the forty years she has
hud it this is the result—twelve or thirteen
young ones.” The box was opened, and
there lay in cotton the mother peatl, a rather
large, but ill shaped individual. The eldest
daughter, as I called it, was a lovely pearl,
about the size that jewelers set three in a
ring. The ot hers were | erfect in shape, but
grurhmlly decreased in sixe ; two very small
ones I called tie twins, as they stuck to
gether, and the last was a very wee seed of
a pearl. According to instructions rice wag
put into the box, which was locked in a
secret drawer in the cubinet, of which my
husband alone kept the key. After some
days we opened the box, and to our aston
isbrnent we foand that every grain of rice
bad been nipped. I cunnot think of a better
word. How nipped, I cannot imagine, but
that one fact I cud vouch for. A few weeks
after we had to leave Calcutta The box
was returned to Dr Vuss, and what became
of it 1 know not. 1 huve often mentioned
it to my friends, and some years ago I saw
in a book that lay upon a friend’s table
that people in the East believe in breeding
pearls. —London Lund and Wattr•
Related to tlie Devil.
We'll cujl his name Smith (but it isn’t
Smith.) and since he got married ub ut three
months ago helms livid on Murray Hill.
Mr. Smith goes out nights, lie belongs to
two social dubs, flic Turnverein, and a brass
band. Ilow could he put in bis evenings at
home? Thut would be expecting too much
entirely. But Mrs. Smith made up her mind
to put a stop to such proceedings, as they
didn’t suit her wifely ideas for a cent, nay,
not even for a very little cent. So she tried
the ghost dodge on him. She fixed herself
in the hall behind tho door. It was con
founded cold there, but what will not a per
son suffer to accomplish a needed reform ?
She bore her part bravely, and as the night
wore on and the clock had boomed its twelve
solemn notes upon the night air, was re
warded by heating steps come up tbe wulk
and pau-e at the door She heard ber liege
imd fumbling for the key-hole and grumbling
because he Imd so much difficulty to find it,
and then the door .opened und be stumbled
into the hall. Shades of horror! Wbat do
his eyes behold ! He resolves to speak to
it—to touch it. He advances upon the
white something with hand outstretched to
touch it, when a muffl'd voice exclaimed:
" Pause! foolish man! Advance no farther
at your peril 1 l am the devil, and to ad
vance is to perish.”
"You'ie the devil, are you?” exclaimed
Smith ‘ Well, here’s my band oo that. Con
gratulate me old boy, for 1 married your
sister! Shake bauds, shake.”
Nutmegs.—Nutmegs grow on trees which
look like pear trees, and are generally over
twenty feet high. The flowers are very
much like the lily of tbe valley. They are
pale yellow, and very fragrant. The nutmeg
is the seed of the fruit, and the mace is the
thin covering over this seed. The fruit is
about as large as a peach. When ripe it
breaks opeD and shows tbe little nut inside.
The trees grow on the islands of Asia, aod
in tropical America. They bear fruit for
seventy or eighty years, having ripe Iruit
upon them at all seasons. A fine tree in
Jamaica has over a thousand eotmegs On it
yearly. The Dutch used to have all the
nutmeg trade, as they owned the Banda
islands, and conquertd all tbe other traders,
and destroyed tbe trees. To keep the price
up, they once burned three piles of nutmegs,
each of which was as large as a church.
Nafire did not sympathize with such mean
ness. Tbe riatmeg pigeon, found hi all the
Indian islands, did for the world what tbe
Dutch had determined should not be doue ;
carried these nuts, which are ber food, into
all the surrounding countries, and trees grew
again, and the world has the benefit.
Statisticians affirm that countries raising
I tbe most onions have tbe fewest marriages.
NO. 36.