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TOWN DIRECTORY.
Mayor —Thomas G. Barnett.
W. VV. I'urnipseed,D. B.
Bivins, K G. Harris, E. R. James.
Oi.krK— K. G. Harris.
Treasurer —W. S. Shell.
Marshals —S. A. Balding, Marshal.
J. VV. Johnson,Deputy.
CHURCH DIRECTORY.
Mkthodist Episcopal Church, (South,)
Rev. Wesley F. Smith, Pastor Fourth
Sabbath in each month. Sunday-school 3
p. m. Prayer meeting Wednesday evening.
Martin dirt Protestant Church. -First
Sabbath in each month. Sunday-school 9
A. M.
Christian Church, W.S. Fears, Pastor.
Secoad Sabbath in each month.
Baptist Church, Rev. J. P. Lyon, Pas«
tor. Third Sabbath in each month.
CIVIC SOCIETIES.
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Stated communications, fourth Saturday in
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THE
“101 TON"
SALOON
I (In rear of D. B. Bivins’,)
HAMPTON, GEORGIA,
4
IS KEPI' BY
CHARLIE MCCOLLUM,
And is open from 4 o’clock in the morning
until 10 o’clock at mgbt.
Stood liquors of all Shades
And at prices to suit everybody.
If yon want good branch Corn Whiskey,
go to tbo Bon Ton.
•
If yon want Peach Brandy, from one to
five years old, call J at the Bon Ton.
If yon want good Gin go the Bon Ton and
get a drink at 5 ceuts or a dime, just as yoj
waot it.
It you want a good smoke go to the Bon
Ton uod get a free cigar.
loc always on baud at the Bon Ton.
Nice Lemon Drinks always on band at the
800 Tod.
XUT THE LARGEST, BUT THE
BESI SELECTED STUCK OF
LIQUORS JN TOWN.
I have just opened my Suloou and am de
termined to make it a success.
Fair dealing and prompt atleotion to all.
Call and see, call aDd suinple, cull udJ price,
before buying elsewhere.
CHARLIE McCOLLUM.
uug22,6su
PARTED.
The dying day,
Wrapped in its sunset banners lay,
Fading, fading.
Wordless both, we watched its going,
Coldness on our two hearts snowing,
Shading, shading
All our lives with i's chill flowing,
Tarted forever,
We stood together
Among the fields of purple heather!
There* side by side,
We saw the sweet day when it died,
Sadly, sudly.
We heard the songs of twilight birds,
The tinkling bells ol twilight herds,
All "things save one another’s words,
Gladly, gladly,
Bridging the tide that trne love fords,
Parted forever,
We walked together
Among the blooms of purple heather !
We heard the hum
Of evening's hidden minstrels come
Creeping, creeping,
From hill-top, tree-top, shore and stream,
As if e'en silence found a theme,
In evening’s loveliness supreme.
Weeping, weeping.
Our souls awake from life’s best dream.
Parted forever,
We passed together
Over the blooming wave* of heather!
Our hearts were numb,
Our passionate lips were stricken dumb—
Throbbing, throbbing,
Our burning pulses shook their tears
Across the unforgotien years
Of tender hopes and slumbering fears.
Rubbing, robbing,
Life of all that life endears—
Purled forever,
We crossed together
The billowy blooms of purple heather!
A waving hand,
A baekwaid glance along the sand—
Parted, parted,
Two forms which ne’er may meet again,
Two anguished hearts that hide their pain—
Pride stubbed our love and it was slain !
Frozn-h'‘»rted,
Two God-bound lives, rough-rent in twain !
Parted lorever,
No more together
We cross tbt seas ol fragrant heather.
Some Rare Duels.
Wc talked about old times and the glories
that belonged to it ; we spoke of the chiv
alry of days gone by, whose very exaggera
tion was impregnated with the essence of
nobility. We recalled the moonlight scene
so well depicted in Gavarre’s romance of the
History of Louisiana, when six young French
noblemen, promenading on the green sward,
on the very spot where New Orleans now
has its center of trade. One of them ex
claimed, ‘Oh, what a beautiful night! what
a splendid level ground for a joust! suppose
we pair off, draw our swords and make this
night memorable by a spontaneous display
of bravery and skill!” Upon the word they
drew, paited nfl, and under the clear light of
the moon their shining blades gleamed in
courteous and deadly encounter, and such
valor was displayed as would have immor
talized, in reasonable battle, these giddy
headed and light-hearted heroes. Two of
them remained on the field, pale and blooded
corpses, victims of a foolish but heroic
bravado.
“ This puts me in mind,” said our friend,
the Major, “of u remarkable duel which oc
curred before the war, long, long ago, be
tween Major Henry, of Nicaraguan fame,
and Major Joe Howell, renowned among all
those who remember the old Louisiana tra
ditions for coolness and daring. I have gone
through the four bloody years of the Con
federate war; have met with many brave
men—men who would not have made a step
to the rear even if death, in its most appall
ing shape, was in front, when duty called ;
but I really believe that these two meo be
longed to that exceptional class whose nerves
are of *teel, and who do not know what the
sensation of fear is.
As well as nry much neglected memory
serves me, it was in the summer of 1857
wheo Major J. K. Duncan called upon me,
at 12 o’clock m., and told me of the diffi
culty, being requested by Joe Howell to ask
me to serve him as a second. He knew, as
he said, very little about the matter, simply
stating that Howell and Henry had met in
a coflee-bouse at the corner of Canal and
St. Charles streets (where Joe Walker now
keeps bis stylish Crescent Hall,) and bad
bad a difficulty which wound up in a chal
lenge to fight that evening, at the Half-way
House, at 5 o’clock, with navy revolvers. I
at first refused, not having participated in
the preliminaries, and not relishing thy idea
HAMPTON, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, OCTOBER 3, 1879.
of merely assisting in the butchery of two
brave men.
I, notwithstanding, being sorely pressed,
repaired to the Cu<tom-house, then in charge
ol General G. T. Beauregard, with which
Joe Howell was employed in government
work After seeing Joe personally, and
having a talk with him, I reluctantly con
seDted to sen the affair through, filled with
the hope that I misflit settle it amicably.
My principal, us soon as we had agreed, lay
down and went to sleep—the best thing in
the world for his nerves ; but how he man
aged. la lake a nap at this jupetout i do not
well understand.
Leaving the Custom-liou-e. with much
tiouble and difficulty l obtained from vari
ous sources all the information necessary
about the origin of the trouble. Joe himself
not recollecting anything about it. It seems
that he and Major Henry, u noted brave of
the Nicaraguan army, who had served with
Walker, had had a mal-enlendu in Nicara
gua, and cherished no friendship for one an
other. They met, and Henry invited Joe to
drink. Both were under the influence of
liquor. Unfortunately, two newsboys came
in and commenced to fight. According to
the theory of ti e times, Joe l>et on one and
Henry backed the other. Henry’s newsboy
caved in, when he then remarked that the
fight would have been very different if he
and Joe had been engaged instead of the
boys Joe nodded “Yes.” “Well, then,"
put in Nicaragua Henry, “suppose we do
have it.” Joe whipped out his six-shooter
for short answer. “Hold on, old boy, lam
not ready ; let us meet at 5 o’clock this
evening, at the Half-way House ; bring
your navy ; I will have mine.” “All right,”
answered Joe, and the "whisky straights,”
which had been losing some of their light
ning by evaporation, instantly disappeared
in well-trained channels ; not, howevei, be
fore the glasses bad violently tinkled against
each other. Just then two policemen put in
an appearance, and both belligerents were
taken to the station. Mutual friends, actua
ted as much by a desire to see the sequence
as by other Christian motives, soon obtained
their release. Henry kept on drinking and
Joe went to sleep, us some great generals
have done before him on the eve of mighty
buttles.
Meantime I went and borrowed Jim Me-
Closkey’s ivory-bandied six-6hooter ; then
I visited the gunsmith and bad the trigger
filed light. I was then introduced to my
fellow second.' After attending to every
thing else that I deemed Dece.-sury, I uwuited
for the appointed hour.
The excitement in the streets now ran
high, for the news hud spread, but no one
attempted to interpose. Both parties op
posed were known as men of indomitable
pluck and desperate courage. Major Henry’s
reputation was proverbial ; further on we
will give some particulars of his eventful
career. Joe lloweil was a brother-in-law
of President Jefferson Davis, stood six feet
seven inches in his boots, was admirably
proportioned, and bis body was covered with
scars caused by wounds inflicted with knife,
airow and bullet.
At 4:30 o’clock Joe woke up, took one
cock-tail, and without the least nervousness
!or concern bid his friends uit revoir, and
jumped into the carriage. Dr. Bam Choppin,
acting surgeon on the occusion, and myself
followed.
On the way, as is customary in the fulfill
ment of my duty, I offered some udvice to
my man. I told him to endeavor to get the
first shot in on bis antagonist, to fire low
and to cock with his right hand without
lowering his pistol.
His answer was, after driving a cloud of
smoke from his cigarette : “Tut, tut,.my
boy, teach your grandmother how to suck
eggs!”
And I hushed.
When we reached the grounds we found
there at least three hundred people. All the
hacks and cabs had been engaged as sooo as
the news Hashed over the city that these two
meD were about to meet iD mortal combat.
No less than fifty Nicaraguans were there ;
but these wete clustered around Henry, who
could be seen some two hundred yards out
in the field, resting on one elbow in a dry
bollow.
Joe Howell bad many friends among the
spectators, and gaily fhatted with them, not,
however, before giving mu carte blanche,
which f had insisted upon having.
We met our adversary’s seconds—one of
whom, if I recollect right, was named Ellis.
I knew by the character of our opponents
that my hope for a peaceful solution was a
taiut one, and the Immense assemblage, eager
for the fearful spectacle soon to follow, ren
dered the peace making task almost impos
sible. Still I went bravely to work.
“Will you please give me your version of
the cause of this difficulty,” 1 asked.
was the sharp answer from Henry’s second
“Well, bat brave men dou’t fight, like
children, for nothing. We want to know
what we are going to fight about; it we are
wrung we nmy apologiz \ or vice versa ”
“We don’t know anything about it; but
if there i 9 to he any apology, Major Howell
must make it.”
“But if you are ignorant of ‘lie origin and
cause ot this difficulty, uow, can you point
out our wrong ?’’
“Wait; we will see Major Henry.”
And off they went to the ditch where
'•Howry cat leiouraty rtwtiog.——
As 1 watcher! them 1 could see some ani
mated conversation going on, and in less
than three minutes the Nicaraguans were
hack. I had secu Henry shake his head
negatively. 1 know what to expect.
“Well,” said I
“Well, Major Henry says if Joe Howell
will apologize it’s no figlH.”
“Apologize for what ?” 1 asked with some
animation.
“Dou’t know, and don’t care,” was the
laconic reply.
After somo reflection, though my anger
was rising, I said : “Then there is no pos
sible way ot arranging this matter amicably,
I see. Huppo-e both parties approach each
other half way and slrake hands without a
word? Will you see Major Henry arid tell
biui the proposition comes from both sides?"
After some discussion they consented to
this but very reluctlautly. This time they
remained fully ten minutes by the side of
their principal. There was life und anima
tion and much gesticulation among them,
and I began to entertain some hope.
1 wulked some distance to the rear, and
seeing Joe near by, I approached him and
said : “Joe*, 1 think I will settle it without
a fight.” He smiled and said : “All right,
Dick, I will trust you.”
1 went buck to my old stand, and in a few
moments the other seconds joined us.
“Major Henry says Joe ought to apolo
gize, and then they can shako bands.”
I was getting mad. I began to think 1
wus being laughed at, and that I was making
a laughing stock of my principal also.
"Then, gentlemen, you mean fight, right
or wrong ?”
“We do. Load one barrel of your uavy ;
we will do likewise.”
My dander was np—“No, sirs; load all
six, and fire at will.”
They 9tared a little, but went one better.
“Ten paces,” they replied.
“A nd advance at will,” said I. This thrust
somewhat staggered them. They bud no
more to say, und we proceeded to load our
pistols.
I passed Howell on my way to the
carriage, where L left the box containing
McCloskey’s “pet ”
“Fight ; ten paces; six liurrels louded ;
fire at will, and advance,” said I.
“All right, Dick,” said Joe, between two
wbiffi of biue smoke, “load her well." And
as I sat alone under a moss-coveied syca
more 1 did so. I got through in five min
utes. The balls sunk in deep ; the cylinder
revolved with the delicate click of a watch ;
the trigger was almost as fine as the silken
eyelash of a beauty. I had wrupp dmy
handkerchief uround the ivory handle to
keep away the dampness of perspiration
from my band.
It took at least six of the other party to
load the shiny new pistol. Purposely, I
passed close to them, and with muelisatis
faction noticed some bullets flush with the
cylinder ; others had to be shaved before it
would revolve. I told Joe so. He smiled
complacently, but went on with his conver
sation. I then proposed a srniie on my own,
but be said “no." Soon the seconds oame
together to arrange the finul terms. Klliß
and I, sgmi in arm, stepped off the distance.
The former purposely pulled back to make
the paces short, and I pushed on to lengthen
them as ranch as I could, but he outjock
eyed me. Seeing this, and being aware of
bis intention to pass off another "big bluff,”
I suddenly halted.
“This is only nine paces !” observed Ellis.
“I know it/’ said I, "and it is fur enough.”
With this I dropped my handkerchief on the
ground. Ellis had left his to mark the other
end.
VVheD I turned aod Faw the small space
between the two stands, my conscience smote
me. The line of fire was in a narrow path,
flanked on either eide by a small ditch, and
my man stood six feet seven inches in his
bools ; and, contrary to iny advice, he woie
white pants and an alpaca coat.
We drew for position and word j they
won the first, wc the second.
The principals were theu posted. Henry,
in gray clothes, bad for a background a
dark, mossy point of woods, blending iu
color with his clothes. Howell loomed up
uguiust the Western sky, whence the sun hud
bold relief, his lurgo. handsome eyes flashing
fire over his long, flowing black mustache
und imperial.
Henry spontaneously walked, or rather
limped rapidly over to Howell, and with the
words, "Well, Joe !” shook him warmly by
the hand and retimed to his post.
The other second on my side asked me to
let him g ; ve tlie word, to which 1 consented.
Ho when nil was ready, we stepped a few
paces aside, and my friend gave the corn
man, “Gentlemen, are you ready ?”
Joe, who wus facing the woods, answered
firndy, “Rewly 1” but kept his ayes looking
steadily along the barrel ol his cocked pisto l .
Tl'-nry, in a nonchalant lush ion, threw his
head on one sale, his pistol dangling at his
arm, and in a lazy lone said, “Ready." The
word was then given, “Fire!" Both raised
simultaneously, filed, and missed. Howell
cocked with his right thumb, and fired again
before Henry was ready for a second shot.
Howell’s bull pierced llenr)’s left forearm,
when Henry again Hied and rubsed. Howell
now came in with his third shot, striking
him in the abdomen. To this Henry re
sponded with a shot which threw up the dirt
right at Howell’s feet. The lutter then ud
vancod one step, and, taking deliberate aim,
pulled the trigger. Seeing that Henry was
done for, I rushed up and threw up Joe’s
pistol witli my hand. The shot flew away
up in the air, tlmt certainly would then and
there have killed Henry.
The other side having cried “stop I’’ ac
cording to agreement, in case of either party
being badly wounded, uttered shrill cries of
“foul! foul !’’ and immediately whipped out
their revolvers. Then followed u scene of
confnsion which I will long remember, Ellis
making himself most conspicuous. We were
unarmed, and only a handful, but Joe How
ell hud two shots left, and addressing Ellis
he dared him to take Henry’s place, who had
advanced a few steps in u threatening man
ner toward us, but soon sat down, bleeding.
Many of the lookers on then advanced, und
tliis quieted the ire of the other side, who
surrounded Henry. We look our man to
the carriage und drove of! to the city, leav
ing Dr. Cboppin to attend to Henry, he
having no surgeon. The latter wus carried
to the Half-way House, where he retnninod
some weeks before he coaid be transported.
Thus terminated one of th 6 most remark
able personal encounters in the history of
Louisiana, between two men of whom it
really could be said that they knew not what
fear was.
He Went t» Headquarters.
As we huve already suid, many thousands
of aching hearts and ill assorted marriages
would be prevented if only young lovers had
courage and tact. The other day a young
gcntleinuu. who had long been enamored ot
one of the fairest daughters of West Monroe
street, but who has met with scant courtesy
from her parents, suddenly hit upon the
great discovery that asking a girl’s father’s
consent was an idle formality. “By Jo,” lie
said, thinking over the matter in all its vari
ous aspects, “it is the old woman who is the
power behind the throne. Once you get her
on your side you are all right, und besides
you are saved from any annoyance by your
mother-in law, for she can’t go and say to
your w ife, ‘if you had takcu my udvice,’ or
‘1 always told you so.’ By Jo, I’ll go for
(he old woman." Ho, dressing himself iu ail
his gay attire, the young man went up and,
after explaining matters to his sweetheart,
induced her to call down her mother. (Her
father had gone to Drs Moines on business)
“Well, sir,” said the old lady, with icy
coldnesF, “what do you wish to say to me ?”
“I come, mauume,” said the heroic yoqth,
“to demand the hand of your lovely daugh
ter in marriage.”
“Demand a fiddlestick !” said the old lady,
with asperity; “Amanda is too young to be
married yet, and if she wasn’t, and there
wasn’t but one husband in the world, and
you were be, I’d say ‘Na-aw!’ Do you
understand ?”
“In a measure I apprehend your meaning,”
said the young lover, while Amanda, who
was listening behind the folding doors, whis
pered to herself that ma wa9 real mean, and
felt her heart sink into her slippers ; “uDd I
was prepared for it, I bad already seen
your husband.”
“You had, eb ! Do you mean to say that
that chuckle headed clam lias consented ”
“No, inadaine ; not precisely. In fact he
said be would be baoged fust. But as in
such matters as these it is always best to
deal with principals, I thought I would see
you, although your husband said that when
he suid ‘No,’ aud put bis loot down, that
was an end of matters in bis bouse. I wanted
to be allowed to plead my case before you,
because the sympathies of a beautiful womaq,
still young iu heart as she is iu looks—but,
alas ! he told me U would do no good—that
von luvoiod my suit your humblest solicita
tions could not move him.”
“When did my husband tell you all this?
Wus he sober—quite sober? He put bis
foot down, indeed !”
“About noon on Tuesday, and I never saw
him more collected and raMonul. Indeed, be
was unusually mild und pensive, and whe i I
told him of my desire to be married, he said :
‘Better not, if you know what’s good for
you. I dare say my daughter is very band
some and all that sort of thing, but she takes
after her mother. I am really doing y<u a
kindness in refusing my consent ’ ”
“The snub-nosed traitor!” said the old
lady warmly ; ‘well, now f want you to un
derstand one thing : lam the patriarch of
this household, and when my husband leaves
me out of the calculation it is equivabnt to
the omission ol divisor, d vidend, multiplier,
and the one you curry. You understand
me ? ’
“Yes’m, but your husband docs not think
so.”
“Well, when he gets luck I’ll just put in
some of n.y humblest solicitations—l believe
that is what be calls them—and lie’ll under
stand me. And I’ll prove it to you, too.
Amanda, como here. This is your future
husbund, and if I know myself, you will be
married to him inside of three weeks. Just
make a list of things you want and I’ll see
that you get them. Young nmn, embiaee
your betrothed bride. Bless you, my chil
dren. 1 want this thing settled once lor
all.”
It was almost too good to bo true, and
the lovers hud to hug each other several
times during the evening (which they spent
on the Humu chair) to be sure it was not all
a dream Nevertheless, the fuir Amanda
felt several qualms and feurs when she
thought of her stern lather's return, and the
possibility that the game would be up theu.
But it wasn’t. Tire old man got home from
Des Moines late on Thursduy night. He
slept on the sola, and looked visibly older at
breakfast the next morning, having a star
tled and pained expression in his eyes.
When the meal was concluded he topk his
daughter aside and asked her if she was
right sure that she loved the young man,
und when she replied thul he could gamble
ou it (or words to that ( fleet,) he said that
he could no longer withhold his consent—her
happiness wus more to him than the specta
cle of vindicated authority.
“O, pa, how good und kind you are!”
sobbed the beautiful girl, lulling upon bis
neck.
“Amanda, my lovfc," said the author of
her being, “thut’s all right, and I don’t bear
your lover any malice, but I don’t waut you,
my dear girl, to believe that your pa is a
three-ply, double and twisted liar, for I never
said anything of the sort; but it would do
me no good to deny it—no, not if I sued him
for perjury and the jurors brought in a ver
dict of guilty without leaving the box.”
Th/.k.k beautiful girls of Macon, Ga., hav
ing met at Catoosa Springs, fell into u pious
strain for want of male companions, and
concluded to pray for tbe welfare ftf their
lovers. The first one to kneel bad not gona
very fur along in her petition when it was
discovered that they were all engaged to thq
same nmn. The religious excicises were ter-;
minuted at once.
“How ure the stairs ?” said the lady to.
the house agent; “nut steep. I hope?"
“Steep, madam ? I should say not. It’s the
easiest staircase I ever saw in my life.
Why, it’s so easy that when you’re going up (
you’d swear „ ou was coming down."
“I iuvk got so in the habit of being mar
ried by uif Episcopal clergyman, that I really
qon’t leel satisfied with any other kind,”-
said a frequent widower.
They were punning badly, when Smith t
said. “lowa a man two dollars,” und Jones
replied, “Ohio a man too.” Funeral notice
to-morrow.
Eve was the first and we reckon the only
women who did not gather up her dress
in both hands aud yell at the sight of a
snake.
Says a sententious writer, “Np naan is born
wise.” Just so. II be were wise he wouldn't
care to be born, probably.
By the use of the microphone you can
hear the rope walk, or the butter fly, or the
gum drop.
When does the ram become top familiar
with a lady ? Wbeu it begins to pat her on
the back.
Pat says : “And sure, nearly iviry frind
J bev lift in the woruld bez biu ded long
since."
“Oxb touch of nc.ture,*’ observed the ine
briate us the ground rose and struck him.
Ruth was a good girl, and she bad as fine
a Buuz could be >ouud iu those days.
A lxan lover may still be a awn of gieat
NO. 13