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' SSm VOL. 111. Advertising Kates. One square, first insertion. $ 75 Each subsequent insertion. 50 One square three months 5 00 One square six months 10 00 One square twelve months 15 00 Quarter column twelve months... 30 00 Half column six months 40 00 Half column twelve months.....! 60 00 One column twelve months 100 00 'en lines or less considered a square. All fractions of squares are counted as full •quarcs, NEWSPAPER DECISIONS. 1. Any person who takes a paper popu larly from the post office—whether directed to his name or another’s, or whether he has subscribed or not—is responsible for the payment. 2 If a person ordets his paper discontin ued, he must pay all arrearages, or the pub lisher may continue to send it until payment is made, and collect the whole amount, vhelher the paper Is taken from the office or Dot. 3. The conrts Lave decided that refusing to take newspapers and periodicals from the postoffice, or removing and leaving them un called for, is prima facie evidence of inten tional fraud. 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. NO" 48