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The courts lave decided that reFusing to take newspapers and period reals from the pootoflfice, or removing and leaving' them un called for, fs pnma facie evideucp of inten tional brand. TOWN DIRECTORY. MAYOR-rThomns G. Barnett. Commissioners— W. SV. Turnippeed, D. 8.- Bivins, K, W- Harris, K. R. James. (Ykrk-t-K- G. Harris. TKK.m'Rten—W/S: Shell. Marshals —S. A. Bolding, Marshal. J. V\. JohnsonjDeputy. CHURCH DIRECTORY. Mkthodist Kpisoopal Church, (South.) Rev. Wesley F. Smith, Pastor Fourth Sabbath in each month. Sunday-school 3 r. n. Prayer meeting Wednesday evening. Mwthodivt Protestant Church. First Sabbath in each month. Sunday-school 9 A. M. Christian Church, W. S. Fears, Pastor. Second Sabbath in each month. BArttsT Church, Rev. J. P. Lvon, Pas tor. Third Subbath in each month. CIVIC SOCIETIES. Pink Grovk Lodob, No. 177, F- A. M. Stated communications, fourth Saturday in each month. THE “BOM TON” SALOON (In rear of D. B. Bivins’,) HAMPTON, GEORGIA, IS KEPT BY CHARLIE MoOOLLUM, And Is open from 4 o’clock in tbe morning until 10 o'clock at night. Bqo4 Liquors of all trades And at pricae ta suit everybody. If yon want pood branch Corn Whiskey, go to the Bon Ton. If yon want Peach Brandy, from one to five years old, call, at tbe Bon Ton. If yon want good Gin go the Bon Ton and get a drink at 5 cents or a dime, just as yoj want ft. If yon want a good smoke go to the Bon Ton and get a free cigar. loe always on hand at tbe Bon Ton. Nice Lemon Drinks always on hand at the Bon Ton. SOT THE LARGEST, BUT THE BE SI SELECTED STOCK OF LIQUORS IS TOWN. I have just opened my Saloon and am de termioed to make it a success. Fair dealing and prompt attention to aIL Call and see, call and sample, call aod prioj before buying elsewhere. CHARLIE McCOLLUM. ang2‘2;6m 1 m^iove lqvg&'m Tie the last briuht hour of n magic time, I shall goon be far troaMhe ocean rhime,*** - Frow-th* 9t«<>p!i'g Mliad •levdtfefu! .tenaH *i r.| .<4 ' *• i ; • f •f. And 1 ever have lingered, loUi to part, 0 sweetest of western vales from thee j But I leave thee u.iw with a hnamUng hfart, For 1 know »o-day that my love lows me ! From the corn fields globing with August khxwa, flat* » J - >• ' * "“’l' From the sea's soft bine, from the wind swept down, I go to my lonely city room. To the dusk and dim of the work-worn town. Bat a gay farewell to the golden fields, And u light adieu,to the hiughiog sea 1 All longing to linger passes and yields Te the thrill of the- thought that my love loves me. go I cheerily turn me to work again ; Life runwin iis daily Yon trd oiiVe more;'*' But the stress pf thought and the sweat of brain Have lost the hardness that erst they wore. For with strange new glory the world is bright, That never before was on land or sea ; And all things move in n mist of light, For joy that l know that my love loves me. I know by the touch ot her tell-tale hand, I read in the rose blush bloom of her cheek The lore that a lover can understand, 'Hie Wordless language that hearts can speak. Y'et I hunger to hear it in accents low, And I look Bnd long tor the day to be — The golden day when 1 sure shall know From her own true, lips that my love loves me. London Society. lu Rattlesnake Gulcli. We had finished the “digging’ that day, washed nil onr dirt, added the last ounce of shining gold dust to the plump little bugs that were buried in the corner of the cabin, and to-morrow would leave Red Water Run forever. The ‘sport” had been a good one for Tom and me, but we were tired of the terrible lorn liness of the place, and the constant strain upon our nerves for fear of tbe Indians, and *o we decided to cross the range, s’rike the trail, and rijoin our old comrades at Poker Gamp, before the full rains began. Two thousand dollars in glittering dust lay hidden in buckskin bags in our shanty, the result of seven weeks’ digging, and for us it was a fortune. Supper was over—a dozen of hard-tack, a bit of jerked venison and a pot of tea— and with our cutty pipes, short and black, we sat at the door of the hut, smoking, while the sunlight slowly disappeared from the tall peaks of the Sierras about us, and the gray shadows crept up the narrow gnlch, silent and chill. After a long pause, Toni took.his pipe from his lips and spoke : “Did ye see anything oncommon down the run this ariernoon, Dick—any ’signs?’ ” “No,” said I, slowly, “not that I recollect now. Wbat was it—bear ?” •‘Wuss nor that." “Injuns ?” “Wuss nor that.” “Outlaws, then ?” “Correct. I figure ’twas Red Jim’s gang Ye know they’ve been workin’ the stage route from Wini.emncca to- Silver Clifl. and now I reckon they’re on their way back to the lowds to fqoander their stealings. Sartin it is that a dozen mounted bosses crossed th< run, just below the old sluice, sometime since sundown o’ last night, fer I saw the sign, nigh abont noon, and it war fresh." “That’s bad news,” Baid 1, soberly. “If those ent-throats knew that we were here, nothing would please them more than to roast us out, shoot us down, aod carry ofi the yellow.’ It would be a hard ending to our two months’ work.” “Ye’re clus to right,” returned the old miner, as be slowly refilled bis pipe, “bnt they must catch us afore they shoot us, an’ find the gold afore they steal it. Now 1 don’t reckon on either." “Well, bat hew do you know—” I began, when be stopped me. “I don’t know, and that’s jest it. ‘Better be sore nor sorry,’ the Bible says, an’ I pro pose to light oat to-night. Twill be moon up at eleven. We both know tbe trail, an’ ef we’re gone and they come, all right; ef we’re gone an’ they don’t come, we’re so much further on our journey by mornin’. Wbat d’ye say?" “Agreed !” An hoar later, with tbe gold divided and aafely bidden in HAMPTOM, GEORGIA. FRIDAY. SEPTEMBER W. -1879. — - -nr- SI —— , , bodies, oar tools upon oar shoulders and our rifles in our bauds, Tom BIwcMPM looked for Hie Inst time at the^darkkhhddw of our IHHe «CabW, a* we mdbnted the rWg* tftsf Jay to the westward. v tG**od-by*, ole ahant v»" said 'Jtofit, wav-, in* hit gwi. -Tkttwiy vWwwm'thet ye*»ay»- bavt thet we’re oni for the evening and a* 'em to await onr return. Good-bye Our course was nearly duo west, and for. a lime through a robing country, third? Um bered a ltd filled with little streams, to that we were able to travel rapidly ; bat shortly after the moon rose we struok some heavily wooded ridges, roagh and rocky, amt oar progress was necessarily slow. VVe did not talk much, hat kept u bright Jpqk-oat for both outlaws and Indi.ins, ami we marked our way by the stars that glimmered over head. The night was cool and still, the only sound whiclr—broke the silence being the grird of the gravel under our feet, or the occasional cry of some far-away wolf. We had proceeded thos for perhaps four hoars, ami had coveted a dor,On miles or more, when wc found ourselves at Ibe entrance of a narrow canon, through whose dreary slmdows our course lay. It was an “anenimy” place, nod instinctively I loosened mv knife in iny sheath ns we entered its yawning mouih, bat kid Tom tifimpvd un consciously on, and I mhst needs follow. Deeper and deeper grew the darkness, the toweiing walls (airly threatening to meet overhead, while more and more tough grew the rugged path beneath. At length we wire obliged to crawl front [R>‘mt to point, so thickly strewn with musses of rock was the uneven floor. Suddenly, a sharp turn opened before ns the unexpected vision of n broad-park cov ered with short grass, and through which run a little ptrsnm, and about which, sitting, standing and lying, were a do* n as rough looking desperadoes as the border-land could produce, while the whole scene was brightly illuminated by the light of a great fire which burned in the centre of the glade. We had fallen into the very trap we were seeking to nvo'd. This was the night camp of' Red Jim’s gang I It was too late to retreat, for, even ns we looked, two or three men sprang to their feet, aid, with weapons half raised, cried out to us ‘‘Halt !'* So, with a whispered "We’re busted miners; ask for shelter," Tom threw up his Imnds and shouted louJly : "Friends!” Then, with assumed boldness we both en tered the arena, and were at once surrounded by the soowling. durk-browed crew. Tom told our story—brokeo-hearted pros pectors trying to setdrn to the mining camps over the range, and traveling at night foi fear of the Indians. Would they give us supper and shelter? A short conference was held, Red Jim, a brawny ruffian, with a blood-colored manp of hair and beard, putting some close ques tions to us both ; and at length, with not the best grace in the world, our request was granted, and we were told to draw up anil help ourselves from tbe open provision-paek upon the ground. Hungry from our long walk, we needed no second invitation, and were soon eating and talking with those about us as familiarly as though horse-thieves and ent-throats ourselves. We dissi mbled fear, and made no attempt at private communication. Time for that by -and-hy. We must disarm all suspicion, or onr throats would be sore before morning- The meal was nearly over, and I bad just washed down my last bite of jerked venison with a draught of fiery whisky from the canteen of a hideous dwarf who sat uear me, when Red Jim again approached us. “What’s ve’uns names?” said he, “Mine is Baldwin—Hank Baldwiq,” Baid old Tom, quickly ; “an’ tkfc young 'un is Major Dick Smith. He was in tbe Rooeian war, and is grefen at this business but I’m an old San Juan country miner, where I worked nine years afore I ever seed thin cussed region.” The ruffi m looked at him sharply fot an instant, and then said : “Hold oat your left hand !” With sudden fear, I saw Tom’s face grow ashen pale, and almost imperceptibly bis hand moved toward his pistol-butt; theo, recovering himself, be obeyed with a laugh. “Thar it is, pard ; what’s left of it”— there were but two fingers and a thorn “It war’ crushed in Hall’s Gulch smelting works in seventy-two.” Red Jim kaoed forward and examined tbe member carefully. Theo his face became lurid, and his wolfish eyes gleamed. “You lie, you dog! you never saw tbe San Joan country, aod you lost those fingers when you led the soldiers to my bidden camp in Arizona I Yoo lost the lingers and . I • . t —— i... ff . Ik. 11 • » •; ;■ 11 ■» pointed to* long sow that ran across his foretoenil.yisKxV I've never fvug• Men yowl I’ve«My%l tke dpvi| these fewyest* U»t I might find you, RU(I he's turned my fraud «t lwt k* Skiid hqn. brassf” he-Isostioaed. ' There's no tire h*eßv, but in tkr morning wp ytlfj tfy throwing the, knife! Seize b*mr In as instant my cemfsite-siasdKmrMi Jmnd sq| fiat, and made fast te ae immense boarldsr. uHe ratrte rvo sjjn sf rasisiance; it would have been worse than tiseJws, and Ii wss thotioaless with Vesrorl vn *’* r'f ‘•Red Jina,” said Tom', and hie Vrdoe was husky, “ye Itev got me, and yu car do with tire as ye please. I’m not a halt-breed nor a woman, Jo cry at the wbi* ef a knite r tint for God’s sake let that young-wan go !. He’a an boneit miuer, and only knows me as such. He neyer saw me until last fall. Do not punish him for my score.’! The chief turned to me. “Dow he lie ?” “I met -Tom Blackburn last fall for the first time in my life. I only came from the Fast one year ago. I know him as a miner and nothi< g else, and, ns he said, wc have been prospectiog, are broke and want to get back to the Cf'mps over the range. That U the whole truth as 1 know It." For a moment there was hesiluncy in the manner of my captoryanil 1 trembled. Then, with an oath, he said ? "Let it go ! } will believe ye, for ye look like an honest man, an’ they’re sua’ee,” and be grinned “Ye’re my guest until momin’ and then ye can go on. But,’’ he added> wilh horrible einphusis, "yell Itcv lo travel alone ” 1 lhai,fed"<he bru’e with the best grace possible and turned away. As I passer! my comrade, bound uud silent, I dropped one word : • Watch !” The night dragged slowly on. One bv one the road ugents rolled themselves in their blankets, and lay down to rest ; and lust, having appointed a guard for hia pris oner, Red Jim turned toward where his horse was tethered, there to Sleep with the bridle shout his arm until danger or day light awoke him. Then, last of all, I too threw myßelf upon ground, hut not to sleep. I must resene Tom, for to leave him in the hands of these demons would be worse thin murder. With wotchlnl eye imd ear, therefore, I waited and planned. One against a 3ozeo—the odds weie desperate, and yet I must save him. An hour passed. But the skeleton of the fire remained—a lew glowing embers—and from the sounds about me I knew that all except the guard were asleep. This, if ever, was my time. Simulating a yawn, I slowly arose and stretched myself, then sauntered toward the spot where Tom lay. As I approached, his watchman turned toward me and placed his hand warniagly upon his rifle. I smiled, and said, in a low tone: “Don’t shoot, pard. I can’t sleep, and thought Ml come an’ talk a bit with yos.” With a muttered reply, he unde room for me upon the log where he eat. He was a huge fellow, with arms like a Hercules, and a thick-knit frame (lint prom ised enormous strength His weapons, a rifle and heavy knifr, were Within easy reach, and his keen eyes followed my eVery motion. For a time, I talked generally of the country, the game, mining and similar top ics, drawing from him but lew -replies. At last 1 touched upon the matter nearest my heart, and with careful stefa sounded him upon the question of bribery. He seemed to take more interest in my words now; and at last, when I came to the decisive point, and plainly asked him if lie would let Tom go if be was paid for it, be said ‘ Yes.’’ My heart bounded within me. * H<>w much will you take?” said I. “Speak quickly. And we must have horses, too. ” “ More'o ye’ve got, ye euesed greenhorn,” hissed the outlaw—“moK-’u ye’ve got I But I’ll take the yellow afl the same, fer safe keepin’, and then turn over to tbe cup in tbe mortiio’.” And, quicker than thought, hi* arms were about me, and I was borne struggling to the ground. Although a much smaller men than my opponent, I was no child, and Toqght fihf ously ; but he was too strong for me, and at last I lay before him breathless, one of his hands grasping my throat, and tbe other grasping his heavy knife? while ' h?s eyes gleamed with murderops rage. For an instant we glared at each other, both panting and exhausted ; theo, bending closer, he whispered hoarsely : “Whar’3 yer gold ? Tell me, or I’ll cut yer beat t out 1 Tell me without a sound, or j I’ll—Thunder aod furies | it- f- -♦* r TewTr'—WnCtM 1 struck *t something npoh the jprmtiffi, cfosr to my ride, with n horridfe o*lh. There was roe fl;*i)l JUfs uv'tnktc rittrk*, end tlnre V Whn sofhething shot like quivering lightning '*rr*igsf at hfti (see. mid two tittle drops of blood ran rfoWn his cheft. He wa« Airtieh Hy a HtHesnalfel The same instant the reptile drew his slitnj bbdy aenoskmv ksttd, and diskppMWvd agtrtrt In his hide nmdhp the near Wyf irom which otir struggle had aroused him. My* captor breathed harJj nad Mimed 'deathly white. • . •'Whhtfey !” s«td he. honrvefy “T mtfst lntve whiskey, or I die !" He strove to rise, but It was my turn now. Wrapping my arms nhoel h m with an En ergy born of despair, 1 bound him to me If I could but held him until the poison had time to work, I could eschpe, and Tom with me. D was horrible, but we /draggled life for life, and I w«s the cooler man of the two now. Hie knife was broken—we could only fight with onr hands now, and nil my rne my*s efforts were to escape f Hut, with a strength which hope renewed, I resisted, and dragged him down ngain and again, nntil in his quivering muscles and relaxing hands, in his dhdertded eyes and outhunging tongue, I Baw that the venom wus beginning to aid me. 'llien, redoubling my effort, with an almost superhuman strength I threw him at hist to thfe ground, bound him with his own gaudy sctvrf, gagged him, and was free! For a moment 1 was Utterly exhausted ; then, slowly recovering, I crept up to where Tom Int. and with a few blows of my knife released him from the heavy cords which had hound him. Vy old freed had been a silent witness ol the entire trait Ip, and had seen the snake, and knew all. As he arose to his feet bP grasped my hand, and nenrly crushed it in his expression of joy, then, wifhotM a word, he pointed toward the pile of rdek, not a duxen leet from the place where my late antagonist lay. I turned to look Prom every hole and crevice, from every crack and comer, by' twos and threes, single and In pairs, were ciawling the most dreaded of nfl mountain reptiles—raltlesmikes! Tom leaned toward me nnd said : “Yer fight aroused them, and they will kill every man here ! We are fh that place I've beam tell of—Rattlesnake Gnlch !” Then, seizing my arm, he led me rapidly across the open glide, hy the sleeping rob bers, to the spot where the hor«»s wesdhdb bled. Selecting two, we quickly mufH d thtfr hoofs, rode csntfonsly thinugh the winding outlet until we resched the open country, und then, wfth a Shake of fhh rein, dashed away at a headlong gsllop. We were fret! Red Jim, the outlaw, win never seen again,but later a strange tnle v«» brought to the mining camps on Red Water Run. of » lonely ruvme in the mountains to the west, •whore twelve bleaching skeletons had been found. Tbe prospectors who discovered them woald have sought further among the whitening bones for ether relics of the loft parly, but the cnnon was so filled With rat tlesnakes that it was nut sufe t« remain there, and tbe simple finding of tbe remains is atl that ever will be known. Old Tom, however, said to me ; “Twelve outluws—twelve skeletons 1 Tlie rattlers caught ’em all.” Fhk Came Down on Hkr ! A y«u"g lady gave her roller-skating experience as follows : “Yoa ought to have seen me,” said the vivacious young lady to tbe new minister; “I’d just g it tbe skates on and made a start, when down I came on my ” “Maggie 5” spid her mother. “What ? Oh, it was too tunny ! One skate went one way and tbe other’n t’other way, and down I came on my ” “Margaret, 1” reprovingly spoke her father. “Well, what? 'i bey scooted from under roe and down I came on my ” “Margaret 1” yelled both the parent*. “On my little broiber wbo bad me by tbe band, and like tp have smashed him. Now what’s the matter ?” Tbe girl’s mother emerged from behind tbe cobee-pot, a sigh ol relief escaped from - the minister, aruH.be pld gentleman .adroitly turned tbe cooversatiou iu a political chan nel. A contemporary asks: “How shall women carry their porseo to frustrate life thieves?” Not king frustrates a thief more than to snatch u woman’* pnr*e, after lollow log her lialf a mile, and ibeo find it contains nothing but a recipe for spiced peaches and a faded photograph of her grandmother. We love to lie beneath tbe shade and quafl tbe cooling iemouads, and also feel the cbeerfut ants crawl slowly up our summer M na u >~ yp«ni w* « Tin* ««***♦ oMn»w TMw trfc wondkrbtl r fi.rfWnalon ahont lrop-itre»k a»4 trag-vwwltars. i ffi velisis btfrn irqfdy Hifm jhe J ,W<, herqe* ot tkf'k siorie«; pods have m >de them the theoK-s of de«ilrless song. V\’e sing of the forge of rubai < '..in in-rl 11net,, r swnSr "Kv the forge V Ih4t atithieri NMMd hvim,’’ tile bitfer ofe*. When did poots< in lofty number*, sing of the carpenter lathing a back room on the second floor ? Who chants the brawny arms and (be thrilling, needs af« m«n a. four-story ladder with a hod of indrlar ? Does anybody s'and .with rapt emoiinn and watch a painter pulty up’a nail hole"? f ffofild ’ dot exc'lini'g ' nty one hour at night in the iron works ut Ash land (or a Whole Week wntchirfg a nmu mtZ mortur with a hoe. IVhy, these iron works rnrroand the Ashiandens with enough rt>- mauee to last a western community at lea-t Six weeks. And yet I suppose thvr% are people about here who never saw a nuilmada in their lives. I have knojwn times in ray own eminently useful and highly ornumenljil Career, limes when I was trying to nail H front gate to a feather hinge, when I wished that there had never been a nail made any where by anybody. And I watched them as they fell Irom the ponderous machines, fust as raindrops, nnd it seemed to me as I watched them fall that, I could hear the dulL treacherous thud of the hammer on the hu man thumb, the long wail ot a woman’s an guish, “the big, big D’’ of a young tpao his agony. These strunge, wjirej . tilings and fancies ru«hed into my mind like ajor renf. I sldhped and picked up a n€w nail, as a memento bt my'Wiit. Then I laid it down again. SiffffyTbut not llowfji. 1 I have an impression I know not *h- re I got it,.that a uew-bid n .il, tike a new-laid egg. is warm. Aod that it is far nor* percept- > ible in the caye of tbe n >il. It may not bo so in every instance. 1 presume there may be some nails laid cold. But the ppe t picked up was not so everlastingly gteen wh'izmg mid, and I did not investigate any further.— Hawkeye. a- v- her ItyDoWt Yowl - * The editor of the Lewisburgh (N- T.) Chronicle tefla why country newspapers have tp charge more than city newspapers, as fol - lows : “We are often asked by well meaning people why they have tft pay higher for country newspapers than for those printed in cities. ‘Why do you charge $2.00a year forlhe Chronide, when I can get the New York Sockdolof'er —a bigger paper—for $1 #o?’ We will try to clear up this mys tery. Suppose the Chronicle has a cash sub scription of 1,000 at 82.1)0—that makefl $2,000. Well, oow, suppose the New Yoik SoebMoger, or whatever paper you aha*aw for a comparison, has a paying list of 100»- 000 at 81 .50—that mukijr 8150 000. .Now, suppose this city paper bus profit on each subscriber «f ten cents —that elegrs the pub lisher |lO 000 ; but suppose the Chun id* rgalijes that percentage and no morg—that would make n sum of SIOO. This latter amount would compel a country printer to dive very ‘thin’ himself and squander nothing on his family, white his City contemporary would wax fat as Seshurum. Y%u now see t&e necessity of a country printer charging more that* a city paper, don't you T A paper the size of the Ch'omclt, with it* circulation and price, ooakdo’t live owe night in a city.** [The above is very good so far as it goaa. It is well to State, however, that the “cheap 1 * weeklies of the largedti4B are made WfiAil-- most exclusively of matter previously put fe type for the dally edition of the same so that it really cwsta the published Mrthing for type-setting, whilst that is the principal expense in the publico) lan of a country P*P er -J Tb« Dyiho Never W«ip.-It is a strangp, iroprcssiue fact—the dying never w tep. The circle of sobbing, agoroaing hearts aronnd prodnee not la it that the dying are insen-ible and stiff al ready in the icy wave ol dissolution? Thai can act be, for the dying mao gathers earth’s loved ones around his couch of death; «=ks for his wile's hand, as if to gain strength in ihe mortal struggle ,5 and leans on the breast ol mother, or child, with con scious affection ; and just tx fore aspiring, at eve, after a long day’s converse with the an gel of summer, be says to hia dear loved onaa —last audible •'good night’’ of earth—' Kiss roe ; iam going ; 1 will soeo be over the river. w Why, then, do rhe dying weep Dot ? It must be because they have reached a point too deep for earthly crying and weep 'ing. They are face to face with higher and holier beings, with the Father in heaven sftd his angel throng, led on by the Son Him a elf; and what arg griefs of aiourniug, tears of a dying farewell, be it that they are shed by the dearest on earth, in that vision bright - .-»l,«if *saeig§./ ■**•' NO. 14