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TOWN DIRECTORY.
Mayor— Thomas (4. Barnett.
Commissioners— W. W. Turnipseed, D. B.
Bivins, E. G. Harris, E. R. James.
Ci.rrk —E. G. Harris.
Treasurer— W. 8. Shell.
Marshals—S. A. Belding, Marshal.
J. W. Johnson,Deputy.
JUDICIARY.
A. M. Spier, <*- Judge.
f. D. Dishuke, - - Solicitor General.
Butts —Second Mondays in March and
September.
Henry—Thisf 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.
Dpsoa—First Mondays in May and No
vember.
CHURCH DIRECTORY.
Methodist Episcopal Church, (South,)
Rev. Wesley F. Smith, Pastor Fourth
Sabbath in each month. Sunday-school 3
p. m. Prayer meeting Wednesday evening.
Methodist Protestant Church. First
Sabbath injmcb month. Sunday-school 9
A. M.
Christian Church, W. S. Fears, Pastor.
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, fourth Saturday in
each mouth.
DOCTORS.
DR. J. C. TURNIPSEED will attend to
all calls day or night. Office it resi
dence, Hampton, Ga.
■J\R. W. H. PEEBLES treats all dis
•» * 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 1o the citizens of Henry
and adjoining comities, and will answer calls
day or night. Treats all diseases, of what
ever nature. Office at Nipper’s Drug Stoie,
Hampton, Ga. Night calls can be made at
my residence, opposite Berea church. apr26
JF PONDER, Dentist, has located in
• Hamptou, Ga., and invites the public to
call at his room, 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 giveQ to
commercial and other collections.
TC. NOLAN Attorney at Law. Mc
• Donougb, Georgia. Will practice in
the counties composing the Flint Circuit;
the Supreme Court of Georgia, and the
Uuited States District Court.
WM. T. DICKEN, Attorney at Law, Mc-
Donough, Ga. Will practice in the
counties composing the Flint Judicial Cir
cuit, the Supreme Court of Georgia, and the
United States District Court. (Office up
stairs over W. C. Sloan’s.) apr‘27-ly
GEO. M. NOLAN, Attorney at Law,
AlcDonough. Ga. (Office in Court bouse )
Will practice in Henry and adjoining coun
ties, and in the Supreme and District Courts
of Georgia. Prompt attention giv°n to col
lections. mcb23-fim
JF. WALL. Attorney at Law. Hump*
. ton.Ga Wili practice in the counties
composing the Flint .Judicial Circuit, and
the Snprem* and District Courts of Georgia.
Prompt attention given 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.
BF. Attorney and Coon
• sellor at L>w, Hampton. Ga Will
practice in Henry, Clayton, Fayette, Coweta,
Pike, Meriwether, Spalding and Butts Supe
rior Courts, and in the Supreme and United
States Courts. Collecting claims a specialty.
Office un stain in the Mclu'.osfa Building,
YES AND NO.
I did not love him. Long ago
Instead of Yes I gave biin No.
I did not love him ; but to-day
I read bis marriage ootice. Pray,
Why wa9l sad, when never yet
Ijag my heart known the least iegret
Over that whispered No? and why
Reading notice, did I sigh ?
No analyst can guess the cause—
A woman’s reason laughs at laws.
Sure. I am glad to know the wound
I gave is healed ; that he has found
Love’s blessedness and peace; aud yet
A woman can never forget
The man who once had loved her; and
To-day I seem to see him stand,
With every glance a mute caress.
Still pleading fer the longed-for Yes.
His early love for me is dead—
Another lives in that love’s stead ;
And if be loves her well, as men
Should love their chosen one, why, theo
He must be glad that long ago,
Instead of Yes I gave him No.
Perhaps this is the reason why
I read the notice with a sigh.
Was it Alaguetism ?
It has been asserted that Dan Vernon was
the boldest aDd most cruel bushwhacker in
Virginia during the war. When Gen. Sher
idan entered the Shenandoah Valley some
of our foragers ran-acked the house occu
pied by Mr. Vernon, others stole all the
poultry and live stock, and when the third
set came along there was a tragedy. Dan
was in the Coiift'derate ranks up the Valley. -
and his wife and four children were left in a
bad situation. They had no food in the
house when hungry foragers demanded a
meal, and not a live thing had been left on
the farm. The woman, despairiug and des
perate, made a fierce personal attack on the
men who hud entered the house, and in the
struggle a gun was discharged and the heavy
ounce ball killed two ol her children as they
clung to her skirts. The foregers were no
better than thieves in th s instance, and had
the official attempt to discover their identity
been successful they would have received
just punishments. Acts that should forever
curse the perpetrators were often committed
by foragers unknown to officials in author
ity, and this was one of them.
The woman left the murdered'children on
the floor and fled w' h the others up the
valley, and her footsteps bad scarcely grown
cold when the avenger of her wrongs ap
peared and demanded blood for blood—and
more. Dan Vernon was permitted to leave
the ranks to become a destroying angel. The
children were buried under a cherry tree in
the yard by our men, but no hand wiped up
the dark and terrible blood stains on tlie
farm-house floor. The husband and father,
panting Tor vengeance, crept into the desert
ed house three nights after the burial, and
dp ping bis fingers rnto the undried blood,
be swore to rest Dot, but to kill aud destroy
as long as life was left him.
I do not know what Dan Vernon was
when be lelt his home to become a Confed
erate soldier, but Ido know that when he
returned to it as an avenger be had no more
mercy in bis heart than a tiger. We heard
(rom him ut once. A scouting party riding
up the Valley lost its captain and two men
by successive shots from a Henry rifle, and
the mao who fired on them escaped through
the woods. That night a vidette was struck
from bis horse and his throat cut. Next
day a teamster was killed. In one week’s
time Dan Vernon hid killed thirteen men
He left no wounded behind him. \A hen he
fired it was with deadly aim, and the victim
weDt down with scarcely a cry from bts lips.
A .refugee who came in gave us such de
tails of Dan as we did not know, and when
it was known that be was bushwhacking,
our advance scouts were detailed to bunt
him dowG. They pursued him in vain.
Knowing every acre of ground in the Val
ley, be not only eluded pursuit, but many of
the men pursuing him Dever came back to
us. If their bodies were found, a ballet
hole was proof that Dan Vernon had added
another victim to bia list. In four week’s
time be bad scored thirty-four victims, and
foraging and seemting parties dreaded that
one man more than a whole regiment of
Early’s army. lie would murder a picket
at one point during the night, and next day
bushwhack a troop ten miles away, and he
moved with the stealth of a .No man
ever gave an °'* r "\jL f> ‘A .Vyjt'i g of his
presence.
Well, what I set out to tell was how we
HAMPTON, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, JUNE 6, 1879.
captured Dao one fine day, aud how singu
larly he escaped Parties were continually
hunting him without success, white our purty
one day found him without searching.
About fiity of os were thrown forward one
day from the picket pest to a new position
just deserted by the enemy. Included iu
this new territory was a log-house, supposed
to be deserted, but when we came to investi
gate we “Butternut” curled up
and asleep on a rude bed in a corner. He
had gone to sleep Confederate
lines, ond when he awoke the blue-coats
were about and beyond him.
Who the prisoner was no one seemed to
care, but it was the accepted opinion that
he was no more than a private soldier, and
I was detailed to guard him until he could
be sent back to headquarters. The man
bet ray* d no alarm when roused from sleep.
As far as we could see he was unarmed, and
when the boys joked him on his capture be
coolly replied :
“WelT.it ain’t nothing to weep over. I
was getting purty tired ol this thing, any
how.”
I had a fair look at the man’s face, and 1
found something there to puzzle and startle
me One day I had picked up in the camp
the picture of a man diessed in citizen's
clothes. It seemed to be that of a farmer,
but the face was one to be remembered. As
I sat iu the open door of the old house, car
bine across my knees, and looked into the
face of our prisoner, it came to me all at
once that it was bis face 1 had seen in the
picture. There was a great change in some
particular, but yet I confidently inquired :
“You have your picture taken by , of
Lynchburg ?”
“Yes,” he replied.
“Was the case of red morocco?”
•‘lt was.”
Then the picture I had found iu camp
must have been stolen from his house by
foragers ard afterwards thrown away. The
man looked at me as if ready to answer
further questions, hut I had note lo put just
then. I was wondering at the curious coin
cidence, when he sat up on his bed, looked
me square in the eye, and said :
“I am Dan Vernon, the bushwhacker, and
I killed one of your men last night beiore
turning in here I”
“Dun Vernon 1” I repeated after him.
“Yes. it is a good joke on your com
rades, who took nte lor a scrub soldier.”
1 was bo taktn by j-urprbe that I could
not utter a word. He was as cool as ice,
however, and be continued :
“It wou d give Sheridan great joy to
siring me up or see me shot, but my time
isn’t come yet. I shull be going pretty
soon !”
Now, that was pretty cool talk, consider
ing that I was there to guard him and had
my carbine ready for a shot, with fifty com
rades within hail, hut he went on :
“I have my ride under the straw, and
could have shot you long ago. I didn’t
want to, however. I feel good natured this
morning, and you need fear do harm."
“One cry from me will alarm the whole
post," 1 managed to remark.
“Poob ! Let’s hear you yell out once.”
Our met. There was nothing mali
cious id bis, but, they put a strange spell on
me His voice, too, had a strange, tender
influence, and when be asked me to toss h m
my canteen of water and haversuck of food
lobeyed without the least hesitation He
drank from the canteen, and as he chewed
away at the food he remarked :
“This is pretty good fare for a hungry
man. As I can’t stay here to eat it all I
shall beg the favor of carrying the rest with
me.”
He wag looking into my eyes, aDd I could
not foice my lips to utter a word of objec
tion.
“I hear that Sheridan bosrffered a eeward
for me, but no one will ever earn it," be
said, as he drank again.
He was not fifteen feet from my carbine,
and I was thinking how surely I could hit
him when our eyes met and he said :
“No use trying ! If you want to ehoot
me blaze away, but I tell you you can’t bit
me.”
We looked at each other for half a min
ute, and I felt my carbine slipping from my
grasp to the ground outside. My fingers
had no strength to bold it. Dan laughed in
a dry way and said :
“Why don’t you shoot?”
“You shall never leave this place alive!”
I said in answer, but I hard'y recognized my
owd voice.
“Pooh!’’ he carelessly replied, “I am
ready to leave now ! I shall go out of this
door here, and you will sit right where you
are !”
I was looking full at him, and to save my
life I couldn’t move baud or foot. Each
limb felt as numb as if asleep!
“ Well, old boy good - bye to you,” said
Dun, a« lie picked up his rifle from the straw,
and in another minute be wa9 out of sight
I was sitting there mouth open and eyes
filed on vacancy when a comrade came down
from the picket-post, shook me hy the'
shoulder and cried out:
“A nice man you are ; fast asleep and your
prisoner gone!”
Was I asleep? No ! Was it a dream ?
No! But the prisoner was gone. There
wns talk of a court-martial iu my case, but
it never occurred, as the prisoner was sup
posed to be only some common “Johnny
Reb ” Had it been known that my man
was the famous bushwhacker I should have
been taken out and shot for permitting him
to escape. I permitted him, and yet I didn’t.
I wns as helpless as if without power or
muscle. That night when he crept in on a
picket and stabbed him to the heart 1 won
dered if the poor victim first saw those
strange, wild, magnetic eyes glaring into his
to deprive him of even power to ask for
mercy. —“ Union Soldier," in Detroit Free
Press.
A Glimpse of Stonewall Jack
son.
A Southern gentleman who was in the re
cent war contributes to Scribner's forJuDe
a finely illustrated series of persotrl expe
riences in the camp ami field, from which we
take this extract : The work was over and
we were waiting with some impatience for the
order to take up the line of march back to
camp ; for the evening air struck chilly
through our threadbare and tattered jackets,
and we hud eut nothing since early morning.
Moreover, a wdd rumor had spread abroad
that an issue of (resit pork awaited our re
turn, and though the long hubit of expecting
nothing good until it came secured us Hgainst
any serious disappointment, theie were not
wanting tender memories of “short” biscuit
to raise our anticipations higher than we
cared to own. Thus preoccupied, we are
fain to refer a distant, cbeei ing down the line
to tidings of the coming rations, and we
gather by the roadside in order to get oil
lite more promptly when our torn shall ar
rive. The sound grows more and more dis
tinct every moment, and now, far down the
road some moving object can just be dis
cerned in a cloud of dust which travels
rapidly our way. Nearer and nearer it
comes; louder ond more enthusiastic ring
ttie shont9, and now we make out in the dust
the figure ot a single horseman, with a clump
of others trailing off into obscurity behind
him—Jackson is coming I A moment more,
and he is here, going ot almost top speed ;
his h t is off ; his hair blown back from his
broad white forehead ; his eyes dancing and
his cleeks aglow with excitement, and the
rush of keen air. And now the cheers grow
deafening and ragged hats are swung more
wildly still as the men of the foot cavalry
recognize their leader. The cavalcade passes
like a whirlwind and disappears in the dust
op the road, cheered to the very last lagging
courier of the escort—for we are in good
humor now with ourfelves and nil the world.
And as we step briskly out upon our home
ward march, the air feels fresh and invigor
ating, and the miles seem shorter than they
were in the morning f even the beloved bis
cuit is of minor consequence, and the prom
ised pork pales beside the thought which
fills us—that we have seen Jackson !
A Book Aok:-,t Meets aer Match— A
very prepoesissing young lady, canvassing
for a popular book, stepped into the office of
a bioker, and finding him apparently at
leisure, asked him to look at her book. The
gentleman informed her that it would only
be a waste of time, as he could not purchase
it. “Oh, never mind that I” ej iculuied the
vivacious young woman ; “it wou’t cost aDy
thing to look at it, even if you don’t buy
I should like to have you read some portions
of it, and Ree what it is.” The accommo
dating broker took the volume, aDd glancing
at the tple-page, commenced a perusal of
the introduction. This finished, be began
at the first chapter, and read carefully and
leisurely along. It was about nine o’clock
when he commenced, and ao hour passed
silently away, when the book agent began
to show signs of nervousness, which were
apparently unnoticed by the broker, for he
never took his eyes from the volume, but
read steadily on. El* ven o’clock came, and
the lady began to walk smartly around the
room, glancing occasionally out of the win
dows. At noon the broker was still read
ing. and the agent wore a decidedly troubled
countenance. A few moments before one
o’clock the broker laid the book down,
leisurely donned hie overcoat and hat, and
remarked : ‘ That is a very good book. I
am sorry I cannot read more of it, but I am
obliged to go to dinner. If you call this
afternoon, I will continue reading it.”
Thf. article chiefly sold at most church
. fairs—The visitor.
Behind llie Scenes.
A correspondent, writing of the operatic
stage and its favorites, pronounces Mme.
Etelka Gerster the most popular singer, with
the exception of Jenny Lind, that has eter
visited this country. When she came here
withJVlapleton’s company she fell ill opon
arriving and barely escaped with her life.
She was unable to sing for a month ; but
when she did appear New York went wild
with delight over the bird-like purity of her
high notes. T# tell the truth, there is not
much else in Gerstet's performances to go
wild over; for as an actress, she is inferior
to other singers of the troupe; her whole
fortune lies in a few upper notes of rnurvel
ou? purity ; she sings the F in alt., a note in
which very few singers reach at all, with the
greatest ease. Nilsson reached F, but not
without difficulty.
Any of my readers who have some knowl
edge of operatic audiences, knew that a few
high notes easily given are enough to make
any one’s fortune, Wachtel, the famous
tenor, who never makes less than a thousand
dollars a night, depends for fame and fortune
upon four or five notes the like of which t)o
other tenor possesses, no is a stick on the
stage and doesn’t know much about singing,
but let him stand there and sing his high
notes and the public will shout themselves
hoarse with delight. He is a perfect puppet,
but he pulls the string, the whistle sounds,
and that is all that most people want.
Gerster has more solid merits than Wach
tel. She became from the start a social fa
vorite ; people ran after her with open arms,
and the little daughter of an Hungarian
carpenter was queeo of New York for a
while. This is an honor for which ull sing
ers are anxious, for their success before the
footlights is often a rather delu ive one;
much of the applause may come from men
and boys let in on condition that they will
applaud straight along throughout the even
ing; the bouquets and baskets of flowers
may be paid for out of the prima donnu's
pocket, for all that the public know ; but
the social success may be honest, and when
a singer gets invited to dine with the Astors
all the world is sure to know it. Nilsson
wus a social success, aud so has Gerster
been.
Many persons would be amazed at the
meanness and vulgarity of some of these
stage angels. 1 was one day on the stage of
Booth’s theater when Nilsson was singing
“Hamlet,” Ambroise Thom;',s’opera. It was
an afternoon performance for some charity.
When Ophelia had drowned herself to slow
music there was immense applause, and
Nilsson bowed and smiled for ten minutes.
As she made her way through the scenery to
her dressing-room an unfortuuate carpenter
got in her way. To my amazement I heard
the words, “Get out, fool I" come from the
lips of this great singer, who half a minute
before had been all smiles and sweetness, Ir
rather took all the illusion out of Nilsson for
me
I spoke of flowers taking part in the de
ceptive show which sometimes goes on for
the benefit of the public. No rme knows
how many times a dollar’s worth of flowers
have to do duty. When the audience sees
the usher carry down a gorgeous wreath to
the singer, who has just cracked her voice
for the public’s pleasure, they may think
that is the last of those flowers, which shows
how little they know about it. The wreath
is no sooner in the hands of the soprano—
who receives it with quite a good imitation
gesture of surprise, considering that she paid
for it out of her own pocket—than it goes
into the deft hands of the florist, who works
so quickly that by the end of the next act
the wreath has become a harp, and before
the opera is over these same flowers have
taken on a dozen different shapes and -have
been carried down the middle aisle a dozen
different times, to be received with the same
happy smile of surprise.
A llbart-Rkndino Stoet. —A beart
sickening story comes all the way from Wis
consin. According to the chronicler o light
haired young womau and a dark-haired
young woman, who were room-mates in u
M ilwaokee boarding house, arose one morn
ing and, dressing in the dark, the ligbt-haired
girl twisted the daik-baired girl’s switch in
with what there was ol her own insufficient
hair, and the dark-haired girl made similar
use of the light-haired girl’s switch. As
soon as they got down to the breakfast table,
where there wus a light, each saw that the
otber's bead resembled a contused checker
board. After it had finally dawned upon
| them wbat the difficulty was atui they nail
i screamed as much as the occasion seemed to
call for, they retired without any special pre
meditation.
A sailor off’ ou a furlough is like the
prodigal sou when he returns to bis spar.
j|
Trapped.
She had been so often importuned by him
him cornu in thq house, that her heart
melted till it Was almost a 9 soft as his bead.
r “But mind,” said she, “my pa is burglar
mud, and .imagines every noise he hears ia
the house is one of them ; and as he will not
hUo# me to keep company in the house, you
must go ns soon as he comes home.”
He promised obedience.*They had scarce
ly sat half an hour before the old man Was
at the front door, fumbling with his key.
“Oh ! I must hide you,” cried the girl, as
hurriedly glanced around for a place.
She led him to the kitchen and persuaded
him to creep into a barrel, which stood in a
corner. She covered him up with a bread
board and returned to the sitting-room to
meefher pa. The barrel was damp and
contained an odor not altogether congenial ‘
hut he dared not stir. The old man went
armed, so she had informed him. Ten min
utes passed, when heavy footsteps approached
the door, which was opened ; then the old
man took ofl the lid and emptied the con
tents of the Wiish-busin over him. Jiff
winced, but was glad when the barrel waa
covered again and the old inua left the
kitchen. Trying to shift bis cramped posi
tion, he humped his head against the lid, and
it fell with a clutter on the floor. rTe leaped
from the barrel, sought the cover in the dark
and found it ; he jumped buck into the slop
barrel just in time; the lid was adjusted just
us paler familias came iu with a lamp iu one
hand and a revolver in the other.
“Face me like men !” roared he, savagely
tramping about, “ond I’ll show you wbat a
man in his own house can do."
He searched around for ten minutes, then
returned to the sitting-room. Julius began
to wish himself ut home. His love was de
cidedly cooled. But the catastrophe was
near. A littlo pet dog slipped into the
kitchen and smelled him out. He began to
bark, which brought out the old man again,
followed by h s wife.
“There’s some oue iu the glop barrel,"
roared he.
“Beakl him to death !” cried his wife.
“I’ll fix him,” said be. “Here, take my
revolver, and shoot when be pops out his
head, while 1 roll out the barrel.”
Then be rolled it into the yard, turned it
up side down, and called for his revolver.
Our love-sick youth gave one kick am?
emerged from the barrel, and went for the
fence. He scrambled over it and ran for hia
life. He avoids that girl now, for he has a
faint idea that it was a “put up job’’ between
her and her pa.
Curiosities of the Season.
The Louisville Courier- Journal says t
Yesterday we suw some srrange-looking be
ings which werp most carefully guarded by
the gentlemau who had brought them in'
from the hills. We stopped in with open
eyed nmazement and dumb wonder. We
had seen the midgets, the man-fish, the
double woman, and specimens of men, birds,
beasts Hod reptiles from every clime, but
never before had we beheld anything like
these. There was not a thread of clothing
on their bodies, and their skins k iostead of
being rough and bony, as is the case with
most “wild men,” was soft and white, tbioly
covered, not with hair, but with short, blue
ish quills, something like those of the porcu
pine. Their feet had only four toes each,
with long curvirtg nails. Their legs, unlike
the rest of their bodies, were covered by
teguments which bore an imperfect resem
blance to fish scales. Their mouths were
very prominent, and their foreh“ads retreated
to the backs of their beads. Noses tboyhad
none, but instead breathed through small
apertures below their eyes. In the place of
arms they had long, apparently useless ap
pendages, which they constantly kept folded.
Of hands they had not a semblance.
The only attractive feature about them
was their eyes, which were large and iami
nous, of a soft dreamy brown, and which
looked out open the strange sights of the
city with an appealing expression of inno
cent, child-fike bewildermeot and timidity.
“Sir,” we inquired of one ol the men io
charge after we had minutely made these
observations, “wbat do you call these?”
“We calls ’em”—with a look of soft com
passion for our ignorance-^"we calls ’em
spiing chickens—the first of the season—
only one dollar and a half apiece. Will yon
have some ?"
A young man recently saw the following
advertisement in a newspaper: “How to
get rich. A rare secret. Send tweuty
five cents to Geo. Fullerton, box 413,
Portland, Maine.” Being desirous of
‘•muking a raise," he forwarded the mouey,
and received the following reply : “Work
like the devil and never spend a cent.”
i A monarch of the —Tbs sheriff.
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