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VOL. IV. Ariverliuins Hates.j 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 I lulf column six months.. 40 00 Half column twelve months 00 00 One column twelve months 100 00 Css?”Ten lines or less considered a square. All fractions of squares are counted as full squares, NEWSPAPER DRUISIONS. 1. Any person who takes a paper regu larly from the post office*—whether directed to his name or another’s, or whether he has, subscribed or not—is responsible for the pnrment. 2. I f a person orders hi« 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, whether the paper Is taken from the office or n >t. 3. The courts l.ave decided that refusing to take newspapers and periodicals from the postoffice, or removing and leaving them un < ailed for, is jmmn facie evidence of intern t ional fraud. 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. Pink Urovk Lodok, No. 177, F. A. M. Stated communications, fourth Saturday in each month. 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