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THE HENRY COUNTY WEEKLY
VOL. XVIII.
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AT I ORNKY AT LAW,
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Hie Flint .Luiiciul Cisui it, ibe rvipuAiH*
‘Court <f (i corgi a, and. tin* l r.iicd St; tcs
Listrict Court.
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ATTOI.NEY AT LAW,
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Will |irm-tice tu tin- count ii • .-amp-.i* ng
'hc fiiiit Judicial Circuit,tin- ' ttpu me l nun
ioi Georgia and the United Stall.- 'istrict
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ATTORN LA AT LAW.
McDoxotuu, Da.
Will practice in all the Courts id ’
Special attention given to commercial -md
Aker collections. Will alterm all 11;> Courts
jtt Hampton regularly. Office upstairs over
ai'ae Wekklt office.
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* ATTORNEY AT LA AY,
McDonoloii, Ga.
Will practice i« all the counties co a. < s
tag the Flint Circuit, the Supreme Co at o
Georgia ami the United States Di-i t
Court. jaul-ly
join in. lvn.
ATT ORNEY AT LAW,
Gate City Natioal Bank Jiuiiding,
Atlanta, Ga.
Practices in the State and Federal Courts
sjj A. PIIEPMIS,
ATTORNEY AT LA AY,
Hampton, Ga,
“W.ill practice in all the counties comp in
Khcfftint Judicial Circuit, the Supreme Com
•of Georgia and the District Court ol th
.United. States. Special and prompt ; i
‘ tiongiven to Collections, Oct H, i s t
«Jno. D. Stkwakt. | Jl. T. »i i.
JNTIIWABT &. t! l\l.
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
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Grikkin, Ga.
jpt. G. r. tMMI'HtM.,
DENTIST,
•jVlcDoxouciH Ga.
Atny «<WUJ desiring work done c.oi So n<
eomnwidaied either by calling on me in p* .
son or addressing me through the mail.
Terms cash, unless special arrangement ~
ire otherwise made.
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TO THE
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EAST AND WEST.
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TIBULE SLEEPERS
BETWEEN
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tanooga with Through
TRAINS AND PULLMAN SLEEP
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at KaoxTllle with I'lsliieiin
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PHILADELPHIA,
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’-FOR FURTHER INFORMATION ADDRESS.
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Leave McDonough 1 ”
Art jve Greenwood J' '
■** Louella 1 :I 'l
+* Gridin 8:05
Leave Griffin l - nj
Arrive Louella » ’•* ,i
i 4 Greenwood . “
“ McDonough 5:05 “
M. E GRAY. Sin lt.
~r 1 t / t rT)l[ cures MJratch i»!»
jVXJj.Li # ’vJ SUI J! horses, mui ge on
dogs with one or two applicaii -ns. *>’
sale by 1). J. S?ander3.
irTT T nljlplf *8 guaranteed to
cure itch ialh:ity
minutes. For sale b? D. J. Sanders.
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A LOVd STORY.
Do I know that fair maiden?
The one standing there
In Hie hall, dressed in white,
Willi the rose in her hair?
I£j<l, my dear follow,
‘For many a day,
LJntil ht r affections
Were stoh a uv. o.y
By a man with a titls,
Who v. ild stories told
Of h: > great expectation*
And ancestry old.
A coldness between us
There rapidly grew,
So T a deed her to choose
1 • . cvn red blood and blus.
You know how it ended,
I was left in the lurch,
And • me time n: :ct autumn
She’ll walk into church
With the "duf if a charm
1a be. n brewing some time
Doesn’t make her new lover
Appear less sublime.
I’ve looked up h;& pedlgrto.
No, not in “Burke,”
But up at Sing Sing
In the record of work
Performed by the convicts;
And now, in the hail,
A sheriff and warrant
Are waiting my call
And I think, when his lordship,
Is out of the way,
The maiden will pose
As your friend’s iianvee.
J. Manning Roberts, in Brooklyn Lift.
THE iTaEKICADE.
The Trouble It Caused the Opera
tor at Louville.
The station agent at Louville sat
with his feet on the window sill, hands
plunged into his pockets and a scowl
upon his face. His eyebrows were
straight, and the scowl brought them
down into a long line across his fore
head; this, with his heavy mustache,
made him look quite fierce.
Ever and anon he would glance at an
inoffensive little yellow paper lying on
his desk. Each time he did so the
scowl grew fiercer. Finally he let his
chair down with a bang, snatched at
the telegram, and, for the fiftieth time,
read:
"Samuel tv. Timur.
"The L. & R. manager has appointed Miss
Laura Walcott as assistant telegrapher at your
station. Will he there on Wednesday.
"D. W., Secretary "
Then lie crumpled it up and tossed it
into the waste basket.
“I won’t stand it,” he growled.
“They have no right to treat me so.
Why did I ask for an assistant at all?
Idiot!”
With this consoling remark he paced
up and down the large, bare room. A
man in the lonely position of station
agent is apt to contract the habit of
talking to himself.
“A woman!” he said, pausing in the
midst of the room and running his
fingers through his hair with inartistic
results. “Here all the time, and no
respite for me! I’d have to keep on
company manners eternally—chairs
on four legs, no smoking, couldn’t,
even whistle, I suppose. 1 have an
idea thfet women always have head
aches!”
He paused and contemplated the sit
uation again. It was too much.
“I’ll resign first!’-* he cried; and im
mediately .ticked off a message to that
effect. -
In an hour back came the answer:
“Nonsense! Can’t let you off. What
has struck you?”
Samuel Tuttle said something, but
he said it very low. lie sat bolt up
right for quite a while, and then a
wicked smile crept into his face.
“X believe I’ll be ready for Miss Wol
cott when she arrives. I’ll not be dis
turbed by her presence, either.”
This rather enigmatical remark was
explained the next morning, when, in
obedience to orders from Mr. Tuttle,
two carpenters put in appearance at
the Louville station, and before noon
had constructed across the middle of
the large room, where he had held
sway so long, a high board fence of
aggressively yellow pine.
•After their departure Mr. Tuttle
walked among the shavings with a sat-i
isfied air. He moved all his belongings
to one side of the novel division line,
and for the next two days worked
away, again-a happy man.
On Thursday morning Laura Wol
cott stepped off the express and came
towards him with good will shining
from her brown eyes. She was a hap
py little thing, who, in her brief strug
gle for existence, had learned to make
the best of conditions; so it was with
a most cheery smile that she unsus
pectingly extended her hand to her
sworn enemy.
To tell the truth, Samuel Tuttle was
rather taken aback, and felt slightly
ashamed; he had somehow expected
she would know of his antagonistic
feeling, and met him in a suitably dis
tant manner. There was no backing
out, however; so he led her around to
the door opening into her half of the
room, and said:
“This is your office; you will find
everything in place.” Then, with a
stiff bow, he retreated to his own do
minion, without daring to glance at
her.
She stood still as he retreated, with
a puzzled expression in her eyes; then |
slie heard him on the other side, mak
ing a -rood deal of racket petting set
tied. Finally, a faint blue curl of
smoke rose over the fence.
At this. Miss Wolcott sat down with
a look of dawning intelligence, mixed
with a hurt expression, upon her pink
and- white face, as she saw the fence
was a new one. The smile grew r 3 she
grasped the situation, until there was
a network of dimples around her !
mouth; she nodded her head sagely in
the direction of the fence, and set to
work quietly.
Mr. Tuttle, for his part, wondered
what she was doing to keep so still; the
noveitv of the situation perplexed him
so that he could not enjoy his solitude. J
Along in the afternoon his curiosity j
made it imperative that he should
consult her about a message, so he
saun ered around to her door. She ]
greeted him with the same cheery
smile, appearing utterly oblivious to
j any strangeness in the situation, and
innocently gazed straight up into his
I eyes. When’there was no longer the
slightest pretext for his staying, he
went back. Somehow his side looked
forlorn and disorderly, and he awk
i vrardlv tried to put it to rights.
McDonough, ga., Friday, aruil 28. ihdb.
This went cn for several days, and
their icquaintnni e progressed, lie
even owned to himself that she was “a
nice little thing,” and ho had been a
fool in regard to the fence; but it
wouldn’t do to give up. It was an
noying, though, to be obliged to go out
of one door and in at another to com
municate with lien; so. i re night after
she had gone l.omo, he cut a square
hole in the fence. From Ills table,
through this opening lie could catch
frequent glimpses of her brown head
ns she bent over the telegraph instru
ment; but -this does not necessarily
point to any Bohemia g propensity on
hi; part. Frequently be caught him
self staring at her steadily; sometimes
she caught him, too, and then they
would both laugh—he, rather coufused
ly, she, merrily.
Gradually she brightened up her half
and even carpeted it; there were flow
ers' in the window, and new-made
friends’ frequently dropped in. She
seemed a capital entertainer, and Sam
uel Tuttle watched proceedings with
quiet and envious eve. Tlis half looked
cheerio .., and ho felt out in the cold.
She was as pleasant as ever, but per
sisted in treating him as a business
acquaintance; she never laughed and
joked with him tlic way she did with
other callers. He began to feel ag
grieve.!, and liis eyebrows were often
drawn down into a straight line, much
to her secret enjoyment.
In a reckless moment he cut a gate,
in the hateful barricade; after doing it,
he felt rather nervous as to how she
would take it. When she came in she
stoppeil short for a moment, and then
said: “flow nice!”
Mr. Tuttle could have blessed lier.
The gate stood open the greater part
of the time, and he had a full view of
lier; they even conversed at odd
moments, and lie began to feel con
tented with life, and whistled again.
She had no headaches, and surprised
him by singing to herself now and
then. In short, Samuel Tuttle was be
coming more and more entangled by
this careless, happy little woman, and
lie did not even try to extricate him
self.
But the feuee! That monument of a
perverse moment! Every morning he
groaned when its staring yellow face,
met liim, and lie was daily over
whelmed with contrition when Laura
Wolcott’s bright face greeted liim.
Something had come over her of late;
she did not avoid him, “but slie was
quieter; ‘she did not look at him so
bravely as at first.
Samuel Tuttle was worried about it,
for lie could not understand; and a
dozen times a day lie wanted to cross
through the gate r.ud end it all by tell
ing her his fcchogi.: but he was afraid
she would simply look at the fence and
smile. lie knew he could never endure
it if she should.
One day a message came for the
operator herself, and with a little cry
she rose.
“1 must go home,” £he said, as he
came to her. “My mother is dying.”
He did not think of anything to say,
and silently helped her on with her
things.
“Thank you,” she said, as she
stepped out of the door, her eyes full
of tears.
It was very lonely for Mr. Tuttle the
week she was away. The office
seemed dingier than ever. He sat one
day looking through the gate, out of
sheer force of habit, when an idea
came to him so suddenly that it took
liis breath away. He laid down his pen
cil and went outside; presently he came
back with an ax. There were blows
and crashes, till,finally, Samuel Tuttle,
red and perspiring, stood triumphant
amidst the ruins of the long-hated
fence. Ilis spirits rose wonderfully
after that, and he could breathe easier;
he was wildly anxious for Monday
morning and Miss Wolcott’s return.
He saw lier coming down the street,
and rose to meet her, with a great
wave of tenderness surging over him
as she stepped in tlio door, a black
robed little figure. She hesitated in
bewilderment as she looked across the
cleared room to where Samuel Tuttle
stood with a beseeching look in his
eyes. She had not known before how
the fence had wounded her feelings,
and she was suddenly overcome.
“Laura!” he cried, “O Laura!” as he
quickly crossed over to the chair into
which she had dropped.
She did not repulse him, and sobbed
out her pent-up feelings on liis shoul
der.
“I was afraid you could never for
give my —the fence,” he faltered.
She began to laugh through her
tears.
“Oh, the fence,” she said. “It was
hateful of you, Samuel, but I forgive
you now.” —Cotton AVoodruff, in Dem
orest’s Magazine.
A Shopkeeper with Two Prices.
I was buying a pair of spectacles not
long ago from the man who has sold
me every pair 1 ever had. Several
people were standing at the counter. I
laid down one dollar and fifty cents
and started to go. He called me back.
“Two dollars, if you please, Mr. By
stander.”
“Why—why,” Eaid I, in astonishment,
“I thought it was only a dollar and a
half.”
“Two dollars, sir. I never sold a
pair of spectacles in this shop for less.”
I added the other half dollar, and
turned to go. Again he interrupted me.
“I wish you would step back into the
rear of the shop, Mr. Bystander. I
have a geological specimen I want to
show you. ”
I followed him meekly. As soon as
we were out of hearing of the others
he shoved a half dollar into my hand.
“There’s your geological specimen,”
he growled. “Don’t you ever play me
a trick like that again. You never
paid two dollars for a pair of spectacles
in your life.”
I felt that I had met a genius and
was humbled accordingly. —Cincinnati
Tribune.
—“But when he was dressed as a
woman whatever made the officers
suspect him of being a man?” “Oh,
mercy! there was evidence enough; he
passed three special sale signs without
looking at them.” — Inter Ocean.
LETTERS OF CONDOLENCE.
They Are Much More Difficult to Write
Than Letter* ot CougratulutL> .
To write a letter of oougratulati m on
a happy event in the history o: :i t -end
is a comparatively easy task. AVer,ls of
cheer and felicitation fall to: ;>;ly
from the pen as from the tongue, says
Harper's Bazar. The letter of condo
lence requires more care more delicacy,
a greater comprehension, a fuller i - "(ig
nition of the friend's character and en
vironment. Many people hesitate to
write their thought of sympathy to one
who is suffering under the first surprise
and bewildering shock of a deep be
reavement. The impulse is strong to
put forth a hand in the dark and give
the warm clasp which means “I am sor
ry,” “I grieve in your grief,” “I would
help you if I could,” but quick upon its
heels tread the suggestions of caution.
“I do hot know her well enough to in
trude,” whispers an instinctive refine
ment of pity. “My rude thrustingiuof
myself would only tear open the wound
afresh.” “Should I attempt to speak
words of consolation they would sound
like platitudes, appear conventional or
perfunctory.” The arguments are often
so unreasonable in their appeal to com
mon sense that the original tender im
pulse is resolutely .crushed back; one
prays for one’s friend, but does not di
rectly address lier.
In most cases the silence is a mistake.
Occasionally it is better than speech,
we grant, particularly when these of
whom we think are mere acquaint
ances, not even in the outer circle as
yet of friendship, or when the sufferers
are specially shy of manner and reti
cent of nature.
Usually, however, the letter ’of con
dolence, if short, earnest and sincere, is
an olive branch of promise borne as by
a very messenger dove of peace over the
wild whirling waste of snow. The
simpler it is the surer its errand of
mercy. The sooner it is sent the more
speedily its tender balm is laid on the
aching heart. On the whole, it is al
ways very nearly safe to trust to the
early friendship impulse and to disre
gard the later detaining hand of caution.
THE LONDONER AT HOME.
Some Peculiarities of a Proud Rut Stolid
People.
London contains one-eighth of Great
Britain’s population; has a larger daily
delivery of letters than all Scotland; a
birth evfour imputes; a death every
six; and the lord mayor, “prince of par
venus,” holds passing sway over a
greater number of his fellow mortals
than the king of Holland.
Though this miniature world num
bers more'Jews than Palestine, more
Italians than Rome, more Germans than
Hanover, it remains an Anglo-Saxon
city, says Godey's Magazine.
An outsider, knin»ing its history, liis
perceptions not blunted by custom, is
unconsciously struck with persistence
of individuality, which changes its
tastes, hut never its essence. Let an
American walk in Fleet street, Cheap
side and City road, watching these Eng
lishmen, calm, grave, silent, proud,
with a fierce rush of passionate life be
neath the congealed and icy surface of
reserved stolidity, and* ho will recog
nize at once the traits of those asso
ciate races, Vikings, Saxons, Normans,
which have produced the modern Brit
on.
There is no dalliance of wit, no play
ful facility of speech. Harmonious beau
ties are acquired with effort; sturdy
common sense is an instinct. No man
meets your eye. You can walk on your
head if you choose; that’s your concern,
not his. Take any method of locomo
tion or aught else as your preference,
so long as it djies not interfere with bis
business. .
Thick-soled boots, turned-sp pants,
the unfailing umbrella and that silk
hat, which, in London, especially, fig
ures on all occasions save the birth and
burial of the wearer, these are the hab
iliments of their tail, ruddy-skinned,
well-fed owners.
DIGNITY DOWNED.
Th« Deserved Puuihtiment of » Parlor
Car Porter.
It was on the Houston & Texas Cen
tral railroad a few days ago, says the
St. Louis Globe-Democrat. When at
the little town of Richardson, on the
upper end of the line, two ladies
boarded the train anrl by some mistake
were ushered into the Pullman car.
That they were ladles their neat and
quiet apparel, with their modest, re
fined faces, clearly showed, though
their old-fashioned, inexpensive, in
deed, cheap, style of dress, indicated
that they were in indigent circum
stances. My lord in the brass buttons
sallied up to them, and, finding out the
mistake that led to their being in that
instead of the day coach, began to
show off his majestic powers of it >-
lenee. lie did not notice a gentleman
who had boarded the train at the ame
station and who stood quietly ob-cry
ing the scene from the door of the ear.
This gentleman now advanced, saying:
“Be seated, ladies, until we reach the
next town, when you can easily erb i
the other car.” Then, beckoning to the
conductor, he added: “Stop the train,
L.” "Here, captain'.” asked the con
ductor. “Yes, here.” There was a pul!
of the bell rope, the train stopped f id
the porter was ejected from the car. the
captain saying to him: “Nov., v. a
the fifteen miles to Dallas and st.i I;
politeness as you trudge along; you
are no longer in our employ.” There
were a shower of expostulations, plea •
for pardon and a shake or two of the
fist at the fast-vanishing train, but it
vanished for all that. The gentleman
who had set him the lesson was a high
official of the road.
Ded the Wrong Ink.
The bronze tint used in certain kinds
of red ink is due to “ecsine,” a chemical
discovered in 1874 by a German named
Caro, and not imported into this coun
try until a year or two latar. Know
ledge of this fact exposed a forged will
in Jersey City the p'fVj, will
purported to have be- , ~ r
but Lawyer Adams s!f>d Sell for CA
lor McGill's satisfacti'c With US. G
ink employed in th<-
ment had been made . J
which had not been disctftv J \
Huy a lloiue.
• Young man, don’t spend your money
loolislily, with no thought lor the fu '
tiro. Goto tlie ccmntry and save
in m mey for a home if your own.
uv if with the determination to keep
i ns long as you live and leave it
vour heirs. If you have uo money ■
•xrept what you earn yourself, then I
•orupulously save and lay aside a part
I your income until you have enough
o pay for a piece of laud. To be the
Mier of a homestead will have a lieu
liei.il effect up mi your character, it
ill increase your self respect, your
onlideiice in yourself. You will feel
Jut you have a substantial position
nd something nt stake in the commu
iiy. The habit of saving which you
\iii have formed in saving money to
urchaso a piece o. land will iu its sell
>o valuable to you It will aid you
.•really iu acquiring other property, and
HToming independent. The tendency
if this is to make you self-reliant,
more ambitious, more industrious, more
ireful, and a butter citizen. The
nvuership of a home will add greatly
o your happiness. The feeling which
( engenders is a source of constant
it islaction. There is one spot of earth
vhieh you call improve and beautify.
IViih that spot your thoughts and af
cations become identified. You learn
o love it. It is like an unchanging
riend. Iwbecomes an unfailing source
of enjoyment.—Marietta Journal.
Wonders of the English Language.
The construe!ion of tho English lan
guage must appear most formidable to
r foreigner. Oue of them looking at
i picture of a number of vessels said :
“See what a flock of ships !’’ lie was
old that a flock of was called a fleet,
\nd that a fleet was called a flock.
And it was added for his guidance
iu mastering the intricacies of our lan
guage that “a flock of girls is called a
bevy, that a bevy of wolves is called a
pack, and a pack of thieves is called a
.'iing, and a gang of angels is called a
host, and a host of porpoise is called a
shoal, and a shoal of buffaloes is ca'led
a herd, and a herd of children is called
u troop, and a troop of partridge is
called a covey, and a covey of beauties
: s called a galaxy, and a galaxy of ruf
flans is called a horde, and a horde of
rubbish is called a heap, and a heap of
oxen is called a drove, and a drove of
blackguards is called a mob, and a mob
of wlmlqp is called a school, and a
ochoul of worshipers is called a congre
gation, and a congregation of engineers
is called a corps, and a corps of rob
In rs is called a band, and a band of
locusrfs called a swarm, and a swarm
•>f people is called a crowd.”
The Time to Hustle.
No, my boy, everybody won’t sue '
oeed. Everybody can’t even be a good
second. '1 here will always be some
soldiers iu hospital; there will always
be some fellows hack in convalescent
camp ; there will always be some shirks
and some cowards ; there will always
be some stragghrs. Only the “bust
lers” get any where near the front
Hut not always. In the good time
coming . My son, your life-time is
always for you, and you'll be dead be
l<>re that good time comes. And the
fell \vs who are waiting for that “good
time” to come and straighten tilings
out are the fellows who are keeping it
hack ; they are the btragglers and shirks
of today. Don’t you wait for the
good time ; you get up and fly around,
and make a good time of the only lime
y- u are going to have, which is this
time. You don’t get any seconl
chance ; that privilege is reserved for
the I.•-allien. N’obudv believes in a
si■(■(■nb chance, except tho fellows who
are dead sure of getting left on the
first one.— Hob liurdeite.
.ledge Wuxem’s I'roverbs.
W’henevei the perfeshunal pattriot
puts his cc-nuu-y fast, - ten to one it’s
because lie's hideii bibind it for some
thin er other.”
'' Taint a sine that a statesman
ain't a statesman beciuio he don’t put
on a cle u short every mornin.
People that air doin’ well at home
don't usLuly v ant ollis.
i lie Auteiiiu'i Lag I w ic.leu:. know
a i«i iff ef he met if in 'he road.
ra'.uioli-.tn is what w i make it.
••When a corgrifsmau riu’t ir ■>’
law In i.-, breakiu' them," is a camp ii.e
tie.
Polliiicks is always reddy to weloum
ihe man with money.
Wo ain’t in need ov any states-wim
men at the prezent time.
A | at riot ain’t in full bloom till lie's
,-vft a wife atd children.
iVE LS A'- ... t 0 ih e law-
Highest of all in Leavening Power.—Latest U S. Gov’t Report.
Ptfybt 1 Baking
Powder
ABSOLUTE!?/ PURE
“01(1 Georgia’s Good Enough for Sic.”
Mr. Editor, In a late issue of Till-:
Wf.i kly there appeared a communi
cation from Texas, by Mr. S. E. Car
tuichael, containing the tollowing sen
tence :
1 haven’t a word to say against old
Georgia ; it is a good old state, hut it
is like a good old man, its best days
have passed.
Now, the author of the above is too
well and favorably known here to ad
mit of tho suspicion of any other than
the purest motives, hut the best of men
are liablo to mistakes, and to my way
of thinking he has aloweil his enthasi
asm for the present and prospective fu
turo greatness of his adopted state to
cause him to write m this sentence not
only a word against old Georgia hut a
broad mistake as well. For it is not
natural with states, as with men, to
grow weak with age, except from the
effects of had government or public
evils; ami I believe there are a mil
lion, or more, of home-loving Geor
gians who feel that they are permanent
fixtures of Georgia for life, and that
after death they will sleep beneath the
rod of the grand old state that gave
them birth, who will agree with me
that the land well belov3<l and ably de
fended by Cobb, Toombs, Hill, Ste
phens, and Grady, by Brown, Colquitt,
Gordon, Northern Howell and Reagan,
has not only a past history, but the
promise of a future one as any state in
this or any other country. Texas is,
doubtless, a great state, with promise of
a great iuture, and I am ready to ac
cept anything that may be said iu its
praise, but I cauu not fer a moment
entertain tho idea that the prosperity
of Georgia, the goodly land af Fed j
som, Plunkett and Arp, with the de
velopment of the boundless lumber re
sources of her sou hern belt, and the
mineral resources of her northern belt,
and tho agricultural resources of our
own God-favored central section, all in
their infancy, is on or near tho wane.
For the way our hills and vales re
spoml to the light of agricultural sui
ence (the first rays of which is just
beginning to reach them) inspires in
me the belief that the possible produc
tive capacity of Georgia soil has
scarcely been dreamed of, much less
realized.
Middle Georgia, already a garden
within a garden, needs only more small
home owners and less large land hold
ers, to make it as near a restored Eden
as can be found this side tho shore of
eternity, and the attainment of these
results are not oi.ly possible but highly
probable. Now, if, truly, -Georgia’s
best days are passed it would be the
part of wisdom for us all to fold our
tents and begin at once a silent, sad
march toward the setting sun ; hut,
otherwise, if there is life iu the old
land yet, and reason to hope for a fu
ture so bright as to eclipse all her past
history, then we should begin a long
pull, a strong pull, and a pull altogedi
er to make her truly the Empire State,
not of the South only but of the
Union —calling on good men of all sec
tions (Texas included) to help accom
plish this re-uit.
So runs the ruminations of
Rluai..
L east Grove district, April 17th.
“Well,” said [he (d;:or to the thing
I delinquent, “how do you feel about lie
fu ure?” It’s bright—all brigh: ! ’
j g.i.ipad the delinquent. “I thought so,
si d the editor. “Iu aliout fifteen min
utes vou will see it blaze !"—Const!
: tUti >ll.
Some one tells us that the setting
of a good hope is like the setting
tL-j sun. The brightness of onr life i
gone, shadows of the eviiii ,' fall
around ns, rnd tlio w - 1 M f.m. • ’ n
dim reflecru of i.,f a h- i’ii
! shadow. XV• look forward in.o the
’ coming lon ■ night , the son! vrtihdraws
into itself, then the stars arise, and the
uiidit is holv.
; ', , ,
A Vermont Judge has decided tint
a girl who jdts her lover must r iu;
the engagement ring. This is a ha
precedent. It opens up a big fit Id f
litigation.
5 CENTS A COPY
No Serious Objection.
At another time, says a writer in
the St. Louis Republic, the children
came home from school and, after lay
ing aside their wraps and hooks, the
smallest girl cried out:
“O, mamma, I’ve dot a new sweet
heart, and you tan’t dess his name.”
“Got a new sweetheart ?” said the
mother smiling. ‘'Who is he?”
“Little Grant Hayes.”
“Grant Hayes!” said the mother,
with mock solemnity : “I never thought
that a child of mine would have a
yankee for a sweetheart !” ■
The little girl was sorely troubled.
She sat gazing into the tire, her big
brown eyes glowing with the intensity
of her feeling, and she answered slow-
Iv :
“lint, mamma, when we dits married
I’ll make a Demotrack of him.”
It was an inspiration so like the ge
nius of woman that the mother laugh
ed and the sunshiue came again.
He Never Tot<l.
Little Jim wus sent into the pallor
to entertain his sister’s best young man.
He made quite a success of it. His
first question was:
“Can you stand on your head ?”
After the young ruan admitted that
he couldn’t, Jim proceeded to demon
strate his proficiency in that line.
“That’s good,” said the young man,
“who taught you how?”
“Sister told me never to. tell.”
\\ lieu the Georgia editor feels called
upon to apologize for shortcomings in
| his paper 1m does so with sufficient de-
I tails to compel the pardon desired.
| Here ii a specimen of recentVhite :
“Wo have been afflicted with boils
cow buncles, hull buncles, ex buncles,
and all other kinds of buncles, from
the crown of our head to the solo of
our foot, and the devil lias charge of
the papor this week, and if it does not
suit you just klumo tlie (Lvil for it.”
In Canada they are talking about
imposing a ta'x on bachelors, so as to
drive them into matrimony. “Hut the
chances are,” predicts the New York
Tribune, “that instead of driving them
into the united state, it will drive them
into the United States.”
Tli • Daltou Argus suys : Now that
Dink Potts, Pod Dismuke, Tinny
Itucker, Josh Jum, Hub Dobbs, Plunk
‘Rickey, Potsdam Sams, Miko Mudd,
and Shack Shoto have all got cilice,
there may he a chance for the rest of
us. ' Who knows !
A free love community has been un
earthed in Ohio, and that right in an
intelligent community. The hypeciit
ical newspapers of that state, urged on
by a lot of phariscs, will continue right
along to direct attention to southern*
barb u ! .in.
A . L. Peek, who was the third
party candidate for Governor of Geor
gia last your, is still making third pat*
ty speeches, jje ia quoted as making
i use of the following language a few
days ago at Tazwell : “Damn a man
who quits lighting because lie gets
whipped once.”
Tim Augusta Chronicle aptly n
maikstliat the female voters of the
west m-v m to be mostly republican in
| lilies and in inline in sox.
A Yankee edi.or, observing that
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