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THE HENRY COUNTY WEEKLY A JOURNAL DEVOTED TO HOME RULE, TARIFF REFORM AND BOURBON DEMOCRACY. $ 1.00 CASH, $ 1.50 ON SPACE : AND WORTH IT. VOL. XV. /fITTTC! T> A T>T , T> mar tw rctnnA ' a 'A« at Oao. i ill IB mrLia p. ltuncil & Co'd ivwaiautf A,i»«tl«Ui* Bureau 1 10 Sprnoe St. V'AhMJjNl.' C'i"l£* vuitruuta mi* Uu ueeti 1W It IK MIW aor S. O I’OH TKSAS! Hti-e is 1 L«‘ ul" ;» iilYlhni'. nfilet.ilM l»m mid iasliiiv idiom one milt nnd :i hail" hum Uciiderson, Tox.-u*. •r.oi’i under IVttce. ihel aml lief* well. Hare too use in. guano nnd in ok e more cotton per Here limn iln v do in the simtli will) gnnnes The lands ore mostly under fenee and well I i 111 lie ret! where lint ill cultivation. S4.MI per aero. Terms easy. Apply to, Oct. ’24. J. II AIiVKV T I’HXEII Uell.l r.ton, Tel. PROFESSIO\A f CA RDS. jjlTfi. »*. < lUIMHI.Ii. DEN T IST, i! cDg.no ugh G*. An' oiio desiring work done van .»«• «»•- (omniodated either by eallinp on me in per •on nr addressing me through the mail- Term* caah, uiiloaa ap«»»i»l arrangement. are otherwise made. Geo W. Bat am | W.T. Dickkn. lilt VA A .V ATTORNEYS AT LAW. McDosopou, Ga. Will practice in the counties eomposing the Flint Judicial Circuit, the Supreme Court rf Georgia and the United States District Court. »P |27 - |V JAM. I*, n ISAIK, ' ATTORNEY at law. McDokouoh, G a. Will practice in the counties composing the Flint Circuit, the Supreme Court o Georgia, and the United States District Court. jt] .i.KFAtav attorney at law. McDoNorun, G*. Will practice in all the Courts o! Georgia Special attention given to commercial and other collections. Will attend all the Courts At Hampton regularly. Office upstairs over Thu Wsickly office. I F. H AM., attorney at law, McDonouoh, Ga . Will practice in the counties composing t lie Flint Judicial Cireuit, and the Supreme and District Court sof Georgia. Prompt attention givin to collections. octo- 7lt jy A. BROW'S. ’ ATTORNEY AT LAW, McDonoioh, Ga. Will practice in all the counties compos ing the Flint Circuit, the Supreme Court of Georgia and the United States District Court. janl ly DUNCAN l CAMP. WHOLESALE GROCERS AND DEALERS IN Flair, Meat, Larfl, Stars, Coffees, Tobaccos, Cigars etc ALSO, HAY, BRAN, OATS, CORN and all kinds of Feed Stuffs a specialty We beg to call special attention to our Brands of Flour, OCEAN SPRAY, POINT LACE AND PRINCESS These are our Brands, manufactured ESPECIALLY FOR US and we guarantee ever}- sack. Write as for quotations. We guarantee satisfaction and the lowest possible prices. We also call your attention to our TOBACCOS, ‘■GOLDEN SPARKS,” “HENRY GOUNTY 9in.s’s,” AND “HOE CAKE.” These goods we guarantee to give satisfaction. Sam ples sent free on application. We have also a fine line of New Orleans Syrups, which we can sell at “ROCK BOTTON PRICES ” We will make it to your interest to see us before buying. Thanking our friends for their patronage in the past and soliciting a continuance of the same, we are Respectfully, DUNCAN & CAMP, 77 WHITEHALL ST., ALANTA. GA. TEN DOLLARS tfew Sool^;sSm)j3[S The KutTenfuee, Tire»■!• * Railway. Description shall include all resources shown in the cartoon. Contest closes Dec. Slst., 1«A). Decision by three distinguished Southerners Addiua £, w. Txm*. FOR MEN 6NLV! I LO*T or FAILING MANHOOD; j lfJ L iTT'3TTlij|*|M- 6*kaes« of Body and Mind, Effects C uJaiilllilo? Error*ovSxoessee iaOHor Young, Ri.bnKt, Slohi* Ktltnooii folly Hr*U»r*<l. l!ow lo ririira* and ; feu <:: gfk. ii WEAK, rNDEYIILOt'XDOKStKSa PlltTS Ol l ' FUt>Y. uafalM.itj HUH k THItATMKNT— ttobußtn la a day. Lc» frwai h-j SUIm and *«r*i|pn Covalrto*. WriUthaM. j PfieriuMve Buok, exi la'all- n aad proof* taallad <•*»!♦<!) fras. Lit ill MEDICAL CO., BUFFALO, K. V. ; A. I*I.K»*I.KM, ATTORNEY AT LAW, Hami-tos, Ga, Will practice in all the counties composing the Flint Judicial Circuit, the Supreme Court jl Georgia and the District Court ot the United States. Special and prompt atten j lion given to Collect ions*. Out B, ISBB. ' 'no. D. Stewart. j K. i'. Danikl. KTEWART & IHMFI-. ATTORNEYS AT LAW, GRIKKIN, Ga. 11 It. K. J. AK.\OI,I). Hampton. Ga. 1 hercuy tender my professional service the people of llatnptou and surrounding country. Will attend all cal's night and day. | Oil A 1.. IT K. ATTORNEY AT LAW, Gate City Natioal Bank Building, Atlanta. Ga. Brattices in the State and Federal Courts* lilil[TlN FOUNDRY AND Machine Works. tt'e announce to the Public that we are It prepared to manufacture Engine Boil ers : will take orders tor all k'nds of Boil ers. We are prepan d lo do all kinds of repairing on Engines, Boilers and Machin ery, generally. We keep in stock Brass fittings of all kinds ; also Inspirators, In jectors, Safety Valves, Steam Gnages, Pipe and Pipe Fittings and Iron end Brass Castings of every Description. OMIMm* Ac HAI i'-'ti r. Jjat BfSjßPaßElaridV/hiskeyHabits Bgaa j •L?j |kj u 6J4,5m cured at home with ™ Sit H** T, s' S| Hb|ooutpaiu. Bookofpar ■Hi B%s 9 Saw *3 ticiliars sent Fit FIE. I rjfirni ■-r - ' AB.M.WOOLLEY,M.D. atlauu, Ua uttice :o4y» Whitehall S> mcdonough, ga„ Friday. December, it. ihdo. PETER’S CHRISTMAS. A HOLIDAY STORY OF LIFE AMONG THE BOOTBLACKS. [Copyright by American Press Association.] ETE lived at the 'IK P ] e wsboys’ home .a big Arneri . was not a news ■& '/ y 'wrboy, but the way y> came to be at iyr home was ■ His brother y Patsey, 9 years was father, t I t jjof mother and all to ISr ‘ M I LIi MKK Pete, and Patsey was a newsboy. W / Pete was but 6, TULv! a *°° y° nn s t° n peddle papers, so if W [)| Patsey thought, ''l >* and as he was quite a successful newsboy himself, he could afford to “have his family with him,” as he said. Pete was his family. There were only those two, and neither could remember when there had been any one else in the family circle. It did uot cost very much to live at the home, for the charge each day was five cents for supper, six for lodging and six for break fast, which for both boys would amount to not quite two dollars and a half a week, and “find yer own lunch.” But first it must be explained that the home is a place where newsboys who have no other place to live can sleep comfortably and get their breakfasts and suppers besides, if they wish, for the small sums mentioned above. Its object is not only to give them good places to sleep, but to help them in other ways. It furnishes its inmates with schooling, books to read and baths, free. It gives them a chance to save their jiennies by affording each a place in the bank—a great talile whose top is full of numbered slits—and offering a reward for the boy who has saved the largest amount when the bank is opened at the end of each month. It also makes them keep good hours by refusing admittance to all who come very late at night. A “home” isn't the worst place in the world for a boy who has no jiarents. In fact, it is a pretty good place. But to come back to Pete. He staid at the lodging house most of the time, because Patsey was afraid to have “sech a little chap” on :!#: streets, and the ma tron, Mrs. Brown, was very good to him. She allowed him to remain with her during the day, and gave him his dinner when she took hers, because she said he was a “real help* to her, so he was,” in her work. He was a quiet lit tle fellow and very sweet tempered. The newsboys all loved him, and many a lad remembered to bring Pete a flower or a bit of fruit at night. Newsboys are rough in speech and action, but many a one has a kinder heart than beats under a fine jacket.- Patsey, as I liave said, supported him self and Pete; but you must not think it was an easy task. In order to do this and put pennies away in the bank he had to work early and late. He sold late papers because thero were not so many newsboys on the streets then and not so much competition. Sometimes he did not come in until little Pete, who went to bed directly after he had his sujiper, had been asleep for hours In his little bunk, with its neat white pillow and bine coverlet. The great dormitory had rows and rows of beds, built one over another, like berths in ships, and when the word “Bed” was spoken on the stroke of 9 in the room where many of the boys spent their evenings reading, all had to go, and those oat much later were fined. Indeed, no boy was allowed to come in after 11, and Patsey was a real hero to stay out after that time so that all his papers might bo sold, and then sleep anywhere he could fiud a place. Mrs. Brown knew why he staid, and was sure he did not hang around the streets until 11 jnst for a lark, as the boys sometimes did; but the rule was strict, and she could not set it aside for one boy. How ever, Patsey was bright and good nat ired, and quite a favorite with a certain net of people who used to buy his papers pretty regularly, and he was not often left with any on his hands as late as 11. It was nearing Christmas time, and great were the calculations which Pat sey was making about a “Chrisninss treat fur little Pete.” He talked it over with the matron one night, just after the announcement had been made that the banks in the big table would be opened on the 23d of December, instead of compelling the boys to wait until the first of the month, as was the rule, “Ain’t it jolly, Mrs. Brown?” said Pat sey. “I believe there’ll be a couple of dollars in my bank, and I’ll spend every red cent of it fur Pete. It’s kinder tough on a little chap like him uot to have any folks when Chrismuss comes .uDJigija ’ini presents an’ turkey an’ all the tilings that everybody has then. But I’ll make it up ter him as well as I kin, you bet. He’s a-goin’ ter hang up his stockin’, an’ I’m a-goin’ ter take him out fur tiptop grub ter one of them eatin’ houses—res tyurants, as the swell folks calls ’em, an’ we’re a-goin’ *er have turkey an’ mince pie, Mrs. Brown. What d’ye say to that?” And Patsey stopped from sheer want of breath. “I don’t tliink Pete need mind want ing frinds, Patsey McCall. Isn’t it your self that is a good enough friend to him ter make up for all the rest? What more does he want than what you liavo planned? Nothing but a tree, and may be we can fix him up with one; who knows?” “I could git a tree, but there’d be nothin’ to put on it,” said Patsey. “Never mind, Patsey,” replied Mrs. Brown mysteriously; “you find the tree, and I will see what we can find to put on it.” She was thinking of a pair of bright red mittens she was herself knitting for the express purpose of keeping Pete's hands warm when ho went out. And visions of scalloped cakes she meant to liave baked for the little chap and tho bag of candy she had made up her mind to buy him passed before her, only now sho seemed to see them on a tree in stead of being laid under his pillow, as she had intended. “Hooray fur ye, Mrs. Brown,” shouted Patsey. “Yer a brick, an’ no mean rough one either, but a nice, smooth Filadelfy brick, what they uses to build fine houses with, that’s what ye arel I'll find a tree; trust me for that.” And the delighted boy when to his bed, di , PETER'S STOCKING. rectly over the one occupied by little Pete, to dream of all sorts of Christmas delights. And Mrs. Brown good natnredly for gave Patsey’s somewhat unconventional enthusiasm. The treat for the newsboys this par ticular 'year was an entertainment given by some young people who were charitably inclined and who had nothing else to give. It was presented in a hall very near the .home the night before Christmas, and nil the boys having re ceived free tickets were glad to go. Among other attractive numbers on the programme was one song, sung by a beautiful little girl with yellow hair, who was dressed all iu whin- and seemed like an angel to the newsboys, who looked at her with awe. The boys could hear every word, for a child’s utterance in singing is always very distinct, and the voice that sung to them was so soft and musical that it seemed to float all around the room. This is what they hoard: Feur uot: for behold, I bring you good tiding* ot groat joy, which shall be to nil people. For •into you is l>orn this (lay, in tho city of l>avid, n Saviour, which Is Christ the Lord. The song repeatod itself as tho music changed, and again tho boys hoard; For unto you Is I>oni this day In tho city of David, In tho city of David, A Saviour, a Saviour, which is Christ tho Lord. There were other features—humorous, beautiful and bright, but none took such hold on little Pete as this. He dreamed TIIP, CHRISTMAS TREK. of the golden haired singer that night, when other little ones were having “vis ions of sugar plums,” and Banta Claus, and a big dinner. Ilis stocking was hung close by tho narrow lied, and after Pete had fallen asleep Patsey had filled it with peanuts and candy, and an orange or two. The tree stood ready, and thorn was hardly a boy who had not contributed something to put on it. This was the matron’s secret, for not even Patsey know thut she hail told the newsboys about his plans for liis brother’s Christmas. One ragged chap gave a bright new five cent piece, which Mrs. Brown had some trou ble in fastening on tho tree. Another brought an Easter egg, which had long been one of his cherished possessions, and some put their money together to get Pete a knife. There was also a toy cap pistol left ever from some one’s lust Fourth of July, a jumping jack, lots of apples and popcorn cakes, some candy, a penny picture book, and “other things too numerous to mention.” The ml mit tens hung gayly from one branch and a squeaking bird from another. A brass watch and chain, bought on the street, bwring from the tip end of a third branch, and altogether the small tree was a startling sight, or would be to some chil dren used to the graceful, wax caudle trimmed ones of grand parlors. When the little fellow woke early Christmas morning he made a dive for the knobby stocking which hurjg by his lied. Then there was a cry of delight as he held it up in true orthodox fashion by the toe, and the peanuts tumbled out over the oranges and the candy over the peanuts. “Oh! oh! Patsey, is they all fur me?” he called out. This waked some of the other boys, and they, with Patsey, rolled out of bed and began to dress, because papers must be sold Christmas morning as well as any other time. “Course they is, Pete,” answered Pat- Bey. “Ain’t that yer stockin’, an’ didn't ye hang it up to sec what ud be in it in tho mornin'? Go long wid ye now; I don't want none o’ yer goodies,” as Pete held out a handful. Then the delighted little fellow began to offer the other boys some, and this bo touched them that they vented their feelings by various characteristic re marks: “Pitch inter ’em yerself, Pete.” “You’re a goose to give away w’..at was give to you.” “I don't eat candy before breakfm. ’cause it don't agree with me const! too khtm.” “You’re a jolly chap, Pete, that's what you are.” “Three cheers fur Pete an' bisstockin,” ! said some one. They were given with a will, though it was against tho rules to make a noise in the dormitory, bnt every one overlooks such demonstrations at Christmas, and so did Mrs. Brown. When ail the boys had gono she took charge of Pete, but kept him out of her sitting room, much to his surprise, bid ding him wait till Patsey should come home; so he played around contentedly for a while. “Does yon know where the City of David is?” he asked suddenly. “I hoard ' about it las’ night,” ho said. “I think it I was a angel that sting it.” Mrs. Brown was busy just then, and she gave little heed to the child’s prat tle and he said no more, but ui his mind was a vuguo idea that bo should like to j find the place because that beautiful lit tle girl had sung about it, nnd so it must bo very nice. When Patsoy came back ho looked in quiringly at Mrs. Brown, and she said at once, "Come into my sitting room, boys. I have something to show you." Patsey's astouishmont was nearly as great as Pete's, for he thought the small tree would not have much on it. There it was, well filled, mid as Mrs. Brown gave Pete the things she told who each donor wits: Both lioys were wild with delight, but as it was nearly noon when the tree was bare, they begged a place to put the treasures in, and started out, Pete with his rtsl mittens on proud hands, to the “restyurant.” "Patsey, do you know where the city of David is?” asked Pete, as they walked gayly along. “Now, Pete, what makes yor talk so silly? No, I don't, an’, what's more, I don't want ter,” stdd Patsey decidedly. ‘‘This city suits me well enough." "Didn’t ye hear Taint it las’ night, Patsey, when the angel wore Hingin’?” , “That were a girl, Pete; but she did , look like a angel, sure ‘nough. I don't remember the city of David, though.” Pete trudged on with a sigh. He was used to having liis questions remain un answered. After a good dinner the boys started back to the home, but as they neared the place a group of Patsey’s chums came up and asked him to join them in some fun they had planned. The home was a block or so away, and Pete said he could go the rest of the way alone, so Patsey left him nnd went with the Ikivs. The little fellow trotted on, looking so happy in spite of . his worn clotliee and cheap, clumsy shoes that many whom ho met smiled at him. A fragment of that beautiful song again sounded in his ears. The city of David! He would find it himself, Pete thought, and though it was but a step further to the homo he turned and went up another street, resolved to ask a po lieeman. None appeared, and ho walked on and on, thinking that perhaps the city he sought was next to his own city, and if ho could only get outside of that groat place he could find what he sought. More mid more tired grew the little feet, and at last, frightened nnd chilled, lie stumbled on a cjossing, J.-eJ ’ team driven by one of four young men in the carriago behind came around the comer. It struck the child and threw him to one Hide, the carriage uover »toi>- P»ng. T hero was a rush of bystanders for tho little figure, and when picked up Pete was very limp and weak, but con scious, and ho begged them to take him to tho homo. Of course this could not j bo done, and Pete was carried in an am- 1 bulance to tho nearest hospital, after which word was sent to Mth. Brown. It did not take her and Patsey long to find j their way to the place where Pete lay, and she mourned over tho sick child ns ■ if he were one of her own. Putney's grief when ho saw Pete lying in the hospital cot know no bounds, and he remorse fully blamed himself for leaving his brother alone; but tho boy tried to con-1 sole him by saying: “I ain't liurtod much, Patsoy. Don't ye mind.” “What fur did ye go off, Pete?" asked Patsey. “1 wanted ter find tho city as the little ; girl sung alxrat,” said Pete. “Nobody . tolled me, so I thought maybe I’d find it meself.” When they left him ho was bravely uniting, to try to make them think he didn't mind being left without them. They went to visit him as often ns the rules allowed, and each time he said “Better” when asked how he felt. Ho I complained of no pain, hut simply j wished to lie quiet. The newsboys sent j all sorts of nice things to him, and these attentions were consoling to Patsey ns well as to tho sick boy. For days he lay in lied, growing more and more feeble, but often talking to Patsey alxiut bow much ho wished to find the city of his search. ‘‘Good-by, Patsey dear,” he said one day, his arms uroand his brother's neck. “I’m a-goin’ ter sleep as soon as it’s dark, so I kin get up early in the mornin’ an' find the city. I'll ask every one I meet, an’ sure some one 11 know.” The brothers kissed each other. Then Patsey went slowly away to sell his evening papers. At dusk little Pete fell | trauqnilly asleep. Some tiino in the night his search for all things earthly was endeu, and when morning dawned there was only his body left, still and white, but with the old sweet smile on the face. Annie Iraiiei. Wiuas. Not Up to the Standard. Mr. Bingo— I want to give my wife a Christmas present of a pet deg. Dealer (displaying handsome speci men) —What do you think of that fellow? Mr. Bingo (promptly) Not ugly enough. THE OTHER EXTREME. v*" I “Dear mo!" Haiti Santa Claua as he CAme down the chimney fleet, “I'vo heard of coals hooped on the head. But thene. are on my feet.” HER MERRY CHRISTMAS. She wandered down Rivington street crying softly. She was hungry, and it seemed more pitiful for her to be hungry on Christmas eve than it was for the dozens of other children on Rivington street to bo hungry. Tho year before she had not only not been hungry, but she had had a Christmas tree. Tho other children had always been more or less hungry apd they had never had a Christmas tree. She shuffled her jiartly bare feet along on the icy sidowalk. Snow had frozen on what was left of the uppers of her shoes. Her feet were very cold, but she did not mind the cold so much os she did the hunger, nor tho hunger so much ns the loneliness—tho absence of tho Christmas tree and the daddy and mam to jnnip her up mid down and watch the sparkle in her eyes ns she saw their poor little presents. They had not been a very interesting daddy and mam to other people—daddy had been a hod carrier and mam used to take in washing. But they hml been all she had—everything! A comfortably dressed stout woman stopjied her. Tho woman was probably a shopkeeper's wife, and had a heart more or less kind. She had intended to give the gi 1 something to eat and per liaps some money; but she asked her if she was a good girl and gave her some advice first of till. This iutulo tho girl angry, and she answered her saucily. Tho comfortablo woman turned away with a comfortablo expression of horror on her face, and turned back into her comfortable doorway. The girl passed on, lonelier, hungrier, colder than be fore. Midnight came. Sho liad lost con sciousness of details—her loneliness, her hunger, her shivering bail ceased to im press her. She knew only that she was miserable. But still she walked. At 3 o’clock on Christmas morning sho hail to stop walking, however. She was on a deserted East river dock, and sho Uml'tiWhere nn and baric left a soft bed of snow—loft it for h'o# f perhaiis; and the wind gave its gift without giving any advice first. Her eyes closed. Her shivers ceased. She lay very still. She was asleep. Sho did not move again until a red ray from the crisp winter sunrise touched her face. Then she sat np nnd gazed solemnly at the sunrise for a moment. Slowly her expression became a happy one. She really looked almost like a pretty child. She raised her arms and held them out toward the glow. Her lips moved. “Daddy! mam!” she said. Then sho dropped back into the lied given by the wind. The girl had a merry Christmas after all. Edward Marshall. The Next Thing In Order. Husband (dispLaying handsome check, a pair of solitaire earrings and a sealskin robe) —Here are a few trinkets for yonr Christmas, dear. Wife—Ob, you darling old tiling! I could jnst—run, um—love you to death. But say, dear, please ansvfer me one question. Husband—Certainly, darling. Wife—Do tell ine what you arc going to give me next year? A Question of Weight. LTW Young Housewife—How much is this turkey? Marketman Twenty-one cents a pound. Young Housewife—And tliis? M arketinan—Eighteen. Young Housewife—What a difference. I suppose it is because one is so much smaller than the other. NO. 16