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The courts have decided that refusing to take newspapers and periodicals from the ■postoffice, or removing and leaving them un called for, is pnma facie evidence of inten tional fraud. TO WN DIR EC TOR Y. Mayor—Thomas G. Barnett. Commissioners—W. W. Turnipseed, D. B. Bivins, E. G. Harris, E: It. James. Ci.krk—E. G. Harris. Treasurer—W. S. Shell. Marshals—S. A. Belding, Marshal. J. W. Johnson, Deputy. JUDICIARY. A. il. Speer, - Judge. F. L). Pismuke, - - Solicitor Genera!. Butts—Second Mondays in March and September. Henry— Mondays in April and Oc tober. Monroe—Fourth Mondays in February, and August. Newton—Third Mondays in March and September. f’ike—Second Mondays in April and Octo ber. Rockdale—Monday after fourth Mondays in March and September. Spalding—First Mondays in February and August. Epson— First Mondays in May and No vember. CHURCH DIRECTORY. Methodist Episcopal Church, (South,) Rev. Wesley F. Smith, Pastor Fourth "Sabbath in each month. Snnday-Rcliool 3 p. m. Player meeting Wednesday evening. Methodist Protestant Church. First Sabbath in each mouth. Sunday-school 9 A. M. Christian Church, W. S. Fears, Pastor. Second Sabbath in each month. Baptist Church, Rev. J. P. Lyon, Pas tor. Third Subbath in each month. CIVIC SOCIETIES. Pine Grove Lodge, No. 177, F. A. M. Staled communications, lourth Saturday in euch month. DOCTORS. "I\R. J. C. TURNIPSEED will attend to ■*' all calls day or night. Office i resi dence, Hampton, Ga. IVR. W. H PEEBLES treats all dis •* f eases, and will atteDd to all calls day and night. Office at the Drug Store, Broad Street, Hampton, Ga. DR. N. I. BARNETT tenders his profes sional services to the citizens of Henry and adjoining counties, and will answer palls day or Dight. Treats all diseases, of what ever nature. Office at Nipper’s Drug Store, Hampton, Ga. Night calls can be made at my residence, opposite Berea church. apr26 JF PONDER, Dentist, has located in • Huidpton, Ga., and invites the puhlic to call at his room, upstairs in the Bivins House, where he will be found at all hours. Warrants all work for twelve moDtbs. LAWYERS JNO. G.“COLDWELL, Attorney nt 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 Uuited States District Court. WM T. DICKEN, Attorney at Law, Me 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.) apr27-ly GKO. M. NOLAN, Attorney at Law. McDonough, Ga. (Office in Court house ) Will practice in Henry and adjoining conn Sies, and in the Supreme and District Courts of Georgia. Prompt attention giveD to col lections. mch23-6m T F. WALL, Attorney at Law, //amp- ! •J . ton.Ga Will practice in the counties imposing the Flint Judicial Circuit, and the Supreme 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. McCOLLUM. Attorney and Conn* • seller at L-iw, Hampton, Ga. Will practice in Henry, Clayton, Fayette, Coweta, Pike, Meriwether, Spalding and Batts Supe j rior Coarts, and in the Supreme and United I States Courts. Collecting claims a specialty. Office uo stairs in the Mcloto3b Buildicg. > ONE AND FAITHFUL. All athwart the frngrnnt cedars And the river’s deep, dark splendor, All athwart the waving hemlocks The gleamy moonlight-lies, As they walk a favorite pathway Where the leaves breathe whisp’riugs ten der, And he cares not for the darkness While love’s light beams in her eyes. Oat upon the tranquil river Fall the willows’ fo'ded shadows, And they dance fantastic measures At the South wind’s faint request, While the breath of ripened clover, Yielded by the grateful meadows, Lulls the happy birds to slumber, And makes sweet their n'ghtly rest. Up the grassy slope they ramble. Where the moonlight falls unbrokeD, ’Till they reach the farthest summit, Aud the town seems far away. Many glances fond were bartered, Though but few, few words were spoken As they climbed the hill which latest Bade farewell to parting day. But at last—bruve heart!—he whispered : ‘■See yon streums that n eet and mingle, From two souices strange and distant They begin their constant flow ; I will be like one, if thou wilt, So our lives may be a single Stream of love and true devotion, 'Bright with joy’s unchanging glow.” U’er the hills by that same river, Old and gray-haired, now they wander, (Many years have lived and perished. Yet those shining streams still meet.) And their hearts are one and faithful. While in silent thought they ponder Memories of the days departed When they learned that life is sweet. Caleb Dunn. A Lively Town. Leadville is (he paradise of gamblers. Gambling saloons are more than five time as numerous as churches and aro twenty times as well patronized. The gambling saloons are upon the ground Boor of some of the best buildings upon both the principal Rtreets. The doors stand wide open when the weather will allow, and crowds go in and out openly There are twenty-one regular gambling houses, besides gambling enterprises in con nection with other kinds of business. I no ticed faro “lay-oats” in a drug store, a gro cery and in an office. Nobody apologized for them or seemed to think it anything out of the way for a gtune to be started when business was dull. Gambling is as natural as breathing in a mining camp. Of course there are men here who do not gamble, but they are in the mi nority. The gamblers do not wait for night fall, but begin to play in the morning. A majority of the men >n Leadville do not live, they only board, and after supper thev pour out on the streets in flocks. The “tores are full, music is heard here and there; an illuminated muslin sign and gorgeous posters Veil the attractions of a variety theater, and a line of men extends from the ticket-office out into the street. At the corn u r of Chestnut street and Har rison avenue is a famous saloon, conspicu ously labeled, “The Little Church on the Corner.” A printed card proclaims, “Denver prices: two drinks for twenty-five cents.” Just beyond the saloon is a large building, into which a stream of men constantly pours. The room is large and low. Jt contains nothing in the way of ornament, and but lit tle that could be considered luxurious. A long bar graces one side of the room. A picket fence runs down the middle, and long tables stand at the further end and upon the sides of the apartment. Three musicians aie stationed in one of the front windows. One plays a violin, another a harp, and the third a cornet. Each appa rently plays any tune that occurs to him. and the result may be imagined- Ten or twelve games are frequently in progress at the same time in this room. The leading game West, as well as East, is faro. It is not uncom mon for a gambler to sit at a table hour after hour waiting for the impuUe which bids him play. If it does not come h 6 is quite likely to go home without risking a dollar. If it does come, he feels sure of suc cess. There is a man in Leadville who struck the camp without a dollar. Somebody gave him his supper and he slept in his blanket on a pile of boards. The next morning the “inward voice,” as perhaps the friend would say, bade him go to a gambling saloon. He had never gambl. d, knew nothing of the rules of a “money game.” He would not go at first, but sfter awhile strolled along Chest nut street and noticed the very gambling house in which the reader is supposed to be. He went in and stood by the faro table. A man sitting there looked up and said : HAMPTON, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, AUGUST 22, 1879. “Stranger, there is the last of $450. Luck is dead against me. I want you to play it for me.” •‘1 don’t know the game,” said the new comer. “So much the better,” roared he of the ill luck ; “u green hand always wins.’’ “Play,” said the inward monitor. The young man sat down and pushed a few chips upon the king, and the king won. He “coppered” on the ace, and the aee lost, lie “called the turn” and called it right. He sat at the table until he had won over $3,- 000. The next day he put SI,OOO into n prospect hole, and within forty-eight hours mineral was struelrand lie was offered $15,- 000 for his interest. In one week from the time he entered Leadville he was worth be tween $20,000 and $30,000. llis luck said, “Stop nowbut ho was intoxicated by success and continued his ventures. In less than a week he lost over sl2 000. The crowd around the (uro table includes all classes of men. There are laborers just in from the streets ; furnace men, who have not stopped to wash the grime from tbeir faces; long-haired miners, white-handed book-keepers, steady-looking professionals. One of the well-dressed, wax-moustached, high-toned gamblers in Leadville ulways wears gloves. People waul very much to know why he wears them, but he declines to tell. Two or three months ago a citizen who had inudvertently swallowed “the serpent which lurketh at the bottom of the cup,” made u bet thut he would find out why the “Professor” alwuys wore gloves. He adopt ed a very simple method. Watching his chance, he hurled the “Professor” back in h s chair, and after choking him a minute, re marked : “Now, lam going to choke the lite out of you if you dou’t tell me why you wear gloves all the time.” “All right,” drawled the Professor, with out allowing the least anger or surprise. The grip on his neck was released. "Because I choose to,” he said sweetly. His revolver exploded as he spoke, aud the inquisitive young man staggered buck with a bullet In his shuulder. “Would any other gentleman like to ask me uny questions?” he continned. Nobody cared to make uny inquiries, and the Professor put np bis pistol and went on with his game. A little wsy from the faro-table is the “chuck a-luck” table. The dealers of chuck a-luck are less aristocratic than the faro men, and are called “tm-lioru gamblers,” from the cornucopia which they use in shaking dice. The figures 1. 2,3, 4,5, 6 are paiuted upon the table, and the better places his cash upon any one of the num bers. Three dice arc shaken, and if the number betted upon conics uppermost on either of the dice the player wins. There are various combinations like those in policy connected with the game. Lansquenet is a game in which the players contend against each other, the bank charg ing a commission on the business done. Some one ot the players forms a bank as large or as small as he pleases, and the others play against him. He can continue to “turn” as loog as he wins, but wheu he loses he must give his place to a luckier man. High-ball poker is a rather popular game A keno “lay-out” is used with bulls from forty to ninety. Each plater “antes,” the wheel is turned and the highest number takes what money does not go to the game for per centage. Short fuio is the boys’ game. It is like iaro, except that only ha If a suit is used, aid there are three winners in succession and then three losers, instead of one winner and one loser. Why this part icular game should have been appropriated by boys is a mystery. Newsboys, errand-boys, bootblacks and school boys cluster around tire short (uro table and watch the cards as intently as their big brothers watch the game at the other end of the room. Boys are not very plenty in Lpudville yet, and as they increase in number the public gambling will piobably decrease. Rouge-et-noir is another flourishing game. Four aces. one at each corner of the board, and two jacks in the center, and a fquare of red and one of black for those who bet on color comprise the lay-out. The dealer clrants in a sing song tone: "Down in time; just as many black as red, and just as many red as black ; seven for one on the knaves, and four for one on the aces. The jack is the only per cemage the game has, and when it appears the money on the board belongs to the bank.” Jacks ought not to come very often, but it sometimes appears to play ers as if every other card was a jack. The “paddle-wheel” can be seen in one of ita forms at almost any race-truck. There are numbers on a board and numbers on a wheel. “Yonr money down in time and the wheel goes round.” If it stops wiib the flexible pointer ou ll‘C ri.hr win, but h does not generally stop there The “nutshell game.” which is played with three half walnut shells and a rusher ball the size qf a pea, is a variation of three cird monte. Toe nutshell nun toss 3 * the ball from one shfll to the other, and wants to bet that nobody can toll which shell the little ball is The peculiarity of the game «eems tu lie that if yon jlo not bet yon can tell just where the littlo ball is, but if yon do bet yon cannot. As the evening wanes, every table is sur rounded by players. The services of the bar-keeper are in active demand; writers run with liquor It> the players who are un willing to leave their seats, and a lunch stand where can be obtained what has been ap propriately called “a photograph of a sand wich” is well patronized. No sketch of gambling in Leadville, or elsewhere, for that matter, would be com plete without allusion to poker. Everybody plays p iker, and it is not generd'y “penny ante.’’ Tall stories are told of the “raises” which rich and obstinate nun have nude upon one another, and how fortunes have changed hands in an evening. There was a quiet game ai the Clarendon only a few nigh's ago. Luck ran pretty evenly for mi hour or two, but nobody made or lost much At last there c>rne a “big blind,” Two of the players “went out" at the earliest oppor tunity The other two “stayed in" anil ele vated each other until there was eighty dol lars on the tamp. One of them said, “Well, if this is to be a money game, 1 guess I will raise you $500.” Hie man opposite smiled .blandly and observed, “Sec your SSOO ; go SSOO better.” The first speaker took a long look at his cards aud said, “I call” The “hands” were laid down, when it appeared that the caller had a “pair of fours” and his opponent an “ace high.” An interesting story is told of a Pittsburg man, who relutes the following experience : “Alter I had been out around Leadville for several months I got to be tolerably pros perous. I had SBOO in cash, a S3OO horse, a gold Watch and chain, a good pack mule a rifle, two revolvers, a dog and a meer schaum pipe. One day I came into town and drew all my money io order to pay for part of a claim which I wanted to buy. 1 met a couple of fellows whom I knew just after I got my cash, and we resolved to have a quiet little game of poker. “Well, sir, I never struck such a streak of luck as I did that afternoon. It was a square game, but if anybody won unytbiug they naturally meant to keep it. The first thing I did wus to lose SSOO on four queens. It was my deal, and I gave another fellow four kings. In less than an hour I lost every cent I had, then my horse, then my watch, then my mule, then my rifle, my revolvers and my dog. I weut out of the place and resolved to borrow a revolver and shoot myself “1 walked out to the edge of the town and put my Ini'id in'o my pocket to take my revolver. There was i.o revolver ihere. but my meerschaum pipe was there. As soon as I felt 'hut pipe I gave a yell of delight, and started off on a run lor the house where the boys had won my money. They were ayil Ihere. 1 not S2O on my i ipe and sat down to play again. I won a little mouey ami then my dog, revolvers, rifle, watch, mule and horse At last I won $1,200 on one hand. The fellow who wus betting against me iiad an ace, king, queen, jack, and four-spot flush, and I had an ace, king, queen, jack, and five-spot flush When I got up from the table it was daylight in the morning, anil I had $4,800 in cash, besides the money and things I started with. I went down to the boarding-house, borrowed the landlady’s Bible, and swore I would never gamble again as long as I lived. I never have since, and I never will.” The monkeys seem to amuse gome people most. I like a monkey myself. Do you know I believe it is a positive loss to human beings that they haven’t got tails like mon keys ? V\ hy, a monkey can hold anything with his tail, just like you can with your band. It’s really a third hand. Now, s’posin’ you had such a tail? If you had to haog on to the platform of a crowded horse car with yonr bands, you could hold yonr umbrella with your tail, if you were walk ing up and down the room at night with the baby, you could carry him in your arms and give him a spoonful of paregoric with your tail. If you wanted to take your family out for an airing, you coaid grab a child with each band and pull the baby coach with your tail. I tell you, sir, it’s a dead loss to you that you’re not built like a mon key. —Max Adeler. “Thermometer’s op to ninety, Mr. Smith,” said a visitor to a State street broker. “Let ’em go np to par, ’ said the man of margins. The Legend of the Ivy. It is an old legend— a. Gorman one, I think, and it runs in this wise J Once npon a time there lived, beside the Rhine, n benntilnl Indy. She had a lover who loved her, and wh“nt she loved in re turn ; but nfter he had wooed tier—not one year but three—he asked her to marry him, ami she, anxious to show her power, merely answered, “Wait.” “I have waited three years," ho said, “but at your bidding l will wait one more—just nne more. I will go away from you and re turn when the year is over, to ask your hand." Then he went away and became a soldier, and praise of his bravery filled the land, but the Indy had been piqued by the thought that he hod beeu able to leave her even for a year, and when he returned she determined to punish him, though all the while she loved him well. He knelt at her feet, and took her hands in his, and said : •‘Lady, I havo come back to claim you for my wife.” Bnt all she answered was : “Wait longer ; a patient waiter is not • loser." The soldier arose. He sighed, but be said no word of remonstrance. "I will wait for two years'longer,’’ be said calmly. “If Ido not lose, all is well.” Then he left her again. She had hoped that he would plead with her, and that she should be forced to change her mind ; but now he was gone—gone for two long years. How she lived through them she could not tell; hut they passed, and again her lover was before ber. “I havo waited patiently,” wns ull he snid. The lady yearned to cast herself into bis arms, but pride was strong within her. “Wait longer,” she said. “No,” he answered. “This is the last time. If I wait now I will wait forever." At this her blood boiled ; ber eyes flashed ; she arose and drew back haughtily, “Thau wuit forever,” she said coldly. Surely she thought he would sink at hpr feet and beseech her forgiveness, hut he did no such thing. He left her without a word. And now her heart sank within her bosom. She wept bitter tears, and repented in dust and ashes. When a year had gone by she could bear her woe no longer, nnd she sent her little foot-page to her old lover, bidding him beur this message : “Come back to me." But the message the little foot-page brought was just this : “Wait.” Again she was left to her sorrow, and two years glided by ; then once more she bade her page ride over the mountain to her lov er's castle. '•Tell him I am waiting,” she said. The page rode away aud rode back. He stood before his lady and duffed bis cap, and repeated the message that bad beer, given him : “The patient waiter is not a loser.” “He is punishing me,” thought the lady, and lor two years longer she remained in her castle. Her heart was breaking. Her breath failed. She knew that death wus near. A longing to see him seized her soul. Again she sent her cruel lover a message. “Tell him,” she said, “that I am neur my end, and that if I wait longer before I see him I shall wait forever,” But nothing softened the heart her own cruelty bad turned to stone. The page returned and stood beside the lady’s couch. His eyes were full of tears, his head bent upon his breast; he sighed aud hid his face in bis plumed cap. The lady lifted her wan face. “Speak,” she said. “The message.” "Alas 1” sighed the page. “I would it were a more tender one.” “Whatever it may be, speak,” gasped the lady. “The only m-ssage that I have,” repHed the page, is : “Wait forever f” “I am well paid io my ewn coin,” said the l*dy. “At last I have received all my an swers back.” From that moment she faff'd fast. In a little while she died and they buried her in the cold charcbyard, with a stone at ber head aud a stone at ber feet. When spring came there was grass npon the grave, and there also was a new plant strange to those who looked upon it ; a plant with daik. glossy leaves, that crept slowly but surely aloug, clutching fast to every round surface it met. There bad never been a plant like that on eanb before. Now we call it tbe ivy, but this is wbat those who saw it for (be first time said of it: “Its tbe lady whom ber lover bade to wait forever. In this form she is creeping toward creep on dntll she redfcbes the heart she threw away." Generations have passed from earth. The castle is a min, covered with ivy, and the prasnnts will tell yon that it has crept there Iron) the lady’s grave, point by point, through graveyard and over gates and fences. Yoct can trace it if yon choose, they say. Tlie Price of an Italian Count* Is It strange that the titled poor should malm tbe acq isition of money the object and aim of life? With Italian pride, a Count bolds his title worth so much per year. A thousand dollars per year is cer tainly a small income, or would be in America. But titles arc more plentiful thaix fortunes in Italy, so a Count will gladly marry if his wijp can give him that income. An Italian army officer is not permitted to marry unless ho has sn income of 3.000 fruncs ($600) a year. His pay is so small that ho can barely live npon it bimself, but lie is not allowed to pat himseif in a position to incar expenses that he cannot meet, there* fore be must not marry without the assured means of maintaining bis family. Is it strange that American fortunes are so eagerly sought by Italian titles ? “Who do you think is the belle of Flor ence now ?” was asked a few days ago. I said I did not know. “Miss - of Philadelphia, whp will have a fortune of $30,000 a year. She is with her mother, a wealthy widow, and all the poor Princes in Enrope are at their feet. The husband aud father made this money, so coveted by these,Pri»ces, as a canal con tractor. The mother and daughter have come to Europe to spend It.” The Venetian Princes are even poorer than the Florentine, and, Unfortunately for them, the American colony here is vary limited and not very wealthy. Indeed, with but one exception, the American fortunes are too-small to go out of the family. This one will, without doubt, buy a title, as it is quite understood that neither mother nor daughter is averse to such an alliance. One could entertain some respect for a poor Italiun Count if he were only “a man for a’ that.” But he is not, His poverty* stricken pride looks down upon the honest labor of hand or brain as beneath his titled notice. His impecunious indolence scorns auy exrition that tends toward the inde pendence of self-support. How cun one respect the poverty of a young man who riseH at 11 in the morning, tukes bis coffee before rising, makes bis toilet, saunters out to the piazza, spends an hour over another cup of coffee at a little table in the arcade, where ho gossips with two or three other young nobles, and comments on every lady who pusses with a freedom of language not known to ears polite. A 9 be spends the last hour of the morning, so he generally spends the afternoon, and the evening is only varied by the promenade. Elevated nobility, is it not ? But such is tbe daily occupation of • the poor Italian noble—Prince or Chiant —> as he calls himself. What a high-minded creature for a woman to look up to, tff rerpect, love, and to support with ber for tune! It strikes me that all the titles inr Italy would not compensate for the loss of self-iespect on tbe part of the American girl who deliberately sinks ber own nobility —the rauk of ao intelligent, high minded woman—to the level of such effete ari*» tocracy.— Venice Letter in Christ tan Union* A Casadamca.—Tbe boy sat oo the back yard fence, ull bnt him hot! fled, the flames that lit his father's barn shone just above the shed. One bunch of crackers irv bis hand, two others in bis hat, with piteous, accents loud he cried, “1 never thought of that 1” A bunch of crackers to the tail ot one small dog he'd tied ; the dog io anguish, sought tbe barn and mid the ruins died.. Tbe sparks flew wide and red and hot—they lit up the brat; they fired tbe crackers io. bis band and eke those in his hat. Then came a burst of rattling sound—tbe boy I Where was he gone? Ask of tbe winds that far around strewed bits of meat and bone, and scraps of cloth aDd balls and tops, nails and books and yarn, the relics of the dreadlul boy that burned bis father’s baiou. When summer, golden summer,. O’er the dewy meadow comes, And round tbe nodding flower Gay tbe belted bumble bums,. And around the closuring cresses Every brooklet ripple plays. Then tbe wise, long-headed fellow, With a forethought lovely lays By shekels with which to purchase an over coat and a pair of skates for next winter.. “How do you tie a love knot ?” asked Laura, toying with a bit of blue ribbon. Kii._ any way/’ growled Tom, behind his m 7