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THE HENRY COUNTY WEEKLY VOL. XVIII. I li<Tl ESS!U.SM C f DA. | i W. ItKVA.V \1 AT I ORNKY AT LAW, Mrl)«.yoi . it, («X. \\ i'l f r:icliuc* in *.h« foi-nti.’s comprising Hie Flint .Luiiciul Cisui it, ibe rvipuAiH* ‘Court <f (i corgi a, and. tin* l r.iicd St; tcs Listrict Court. yy .'•a, r ß’. 85 ATTOI.NEY AT LAW, if(llllMH till, ‘ 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 ■(Jo a.t. _ ap.-A-lv, .*, RilAt. 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. yy a. bkow.i. * 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, i 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. East Tei. Virpia k Oa. R’Y. IS THE ONLY SH RT AND DIRE T LINE TO THE HORTH, SOUTH, EAST AND WEST. PULLMAN’S FINEST VES TIBULE SLEEPERS BETWEEN ATLANTA & KNGXViLLE MACON & CHATTANOOGA BRUNSWICK <?: ATLA 'A WITHOUT CIS IMHI. Direct Connections at Chat tanooga with Through TRAINS AND PULLMAN SLEEP ERS TO Memphis and the West, at KaoxTllle with I'lsliieiin Nleepmi for WASHINGTON, PHILADELPHIA, AND N EW Y OHK. ’-FOR FURTHER INFORMATION ADDRESS. S.W. WRENN, CHAS. N. KIC T Ueu’l. Pa««. As ~ A. I . .A. KNOXVILLE. ATLANTA >G( k orgisi I4SliiiMl K. SOUTH. 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. •A STHM A-phncn^ . ItftSi. GtifeEfc' ■ti r grs a-.. : Itlfo*. TAFT MSt. M. CO..HOCS t» iiS.H.t.T m% fcc 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 • I-■ - «:• ,;-ns em'ilac#! 17,000,000 wo* ! m. 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