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THE HENRY COUNTY WEEKLY
CONSOLIDATED JANUARY 1,1591.
VOL. XV.
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are otherwise made.
Geo W. r.r-v n j W.T. Dicken.
IS I? YAN * l>lC'Kli»,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
McLomh ou, *iA.
Will practice in the counties composing
the Flint JudieiaK'ircuit.the Supreme Court
cf Georgia and tite United states District
Court. apr27-l_v
JAW. 11. TUKSUK,
attorney at law,
McDonough, Ga.
Will practice in the counties composing
the Flint Circuit, the Supreme Court of
Georgia, and the United States District
ourt. marl 6-1 y
P KF.AGAN,
ATTORNEY AT LAW.
McDonough, Ga.
Will practice in all the Courts of Georgia
Special attention given to commercial and
it her collections. . Wi! 1 attend all the Courts
it Hampton regularly. Office upstairs over
The Weekly office.
J 1. Wil 1.,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
McDonough, Ga.
Will practice in the counties eomposingthe
Flint Judicial Circuit, and the Supreme an 3
District Courts of Georgia. Prompt attention
givin to collections. oets-’79
A. IIKOW.V
’ ATTORNEY AT LAW,
McDonough, 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
{J A. PEEPLES,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Hampton, Ga,
Will practice in all the counties composing
the Flint Judicial Circuit, the Supreme Court
of Georgia and the District Court of the
United States. Special and prompt atten
tion given to Collections, Oct 8, 18t^t
Jno. D. Stewart. j lt.T. Daniel.
STIIWAItT Jk DANIEL.
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
Gkikkin, oa.
j Oil A' 1,. TI E.
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Gate City Natioal Bank Building,
Atlanta, Ga,
Practices in tiie Stale and Federal Courts,
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Ro vfcJ Baking
Powder
ABSOLUTELY PURE
A TOUCHING SCKNE.
ltefoeiu.ition of a Former Inmate of
a Itagnio.
TWO sinners.
There was a man, it is said, one time,
Who went astray in his youthful prime.
Can the head keep cool and the heart keep
quiet,
When the blood is a river that is running
riot?
For boys will be boys, the old folks say,
And the man’s the better who has had his
day.
The sinner reformed and the preacher told
01 a prodigal son who came back to the fold,
And Christian people threw open the door
W ith a warmer welcome than ever before
Wealth and honor were his to command,
And a spotless woman gave him her hand;
And the world strewed tdeir pathway with
flsiwera abloom,
Crying, “God bless lady and God bless
groom.” .
There was a woman who went astray
In the golden dawn of her life’s young day;
She lad more passion and heart than head,
And she followed Mindly where fond love
led,
And love'unebecked is a dangerous guide
To wander at will by a fair girl’s side.
The woman repented and turned from sin,
But no door opened to let her in.
The preacher prayed that she might lie for
gijjen,
But told her to look for mercy ip heaven;
For this is tiie law of earth we know,
That the woman is scorned while (lie man
may go.
A brave man wedded her after all,
But the world said frowningly we shall not
call. —Ella Wlueler Wilcox.
The above truthful lines become ex
ceedingly appropriate when used in
connection with an incident which
transpired at the Methodist church
Thursday evening.
That incident was the reception into
probationary membership of a woman
who for' years had lived a life of sin
anil shame, but who having recently
become convicted and jt is confidently j
believed by many, converted, has cast |
off the shackles which bound her to a
prostitute’s life, aud has resolved to
henceforth order her existenc/ after
the godly and upright.
During the services attendant upon j
her reception iuto church membership,
there were few dry eyes among the
congregation who listened to her touch
ing story, aud at its conclusion there
was not one who was not impressed
with the intense sincerity of every word
she uttered.
As she stool there with tears trick
ling down her checks, asking for help
and encouragement in her new resolve,
every heart there melted in Christian
charity and forgiveness, and none de
nied her the warm hand clasp of Chris
tian fellowship.
Several days ago Stella Moore, or
Alice Rigsby, for th it is the woman’s
real name, was reported to have given
up her old life, but among those who
knew her but few believed it, until it
was learned that she had disposed of
her propertty in the bad section of the
city in which she lived, had discarded
her former acquaintances, and con
fessed conversion to Revs. Robertson
aud Ruruney, Melhodist ministers of
this city, who by request had visited
her at home, and had learned the story
of her resolve to lead a pure life.
She told them with tearful eyes aud
choking sobs how, for four years, the
Good Spirit had struggled with her,
aud how, while tempted to yield to
I His wooing-, she resisted them until
; recently wbeu chancing to read one of
Talmage’s sermons the pleadings of
the great preacher found lodgement in
her heart aud proved the lamp by
which her wandering footsteps have
been led from the path of sin iuto
communion with those who profess
Christ.
Unlike the maiden in Ella Wheeler
Wilcox's story, strong Christian hands
have reached out to rescue her from
f
her old life; waim prayers have gone
up to heaven’s chancel that she may
he giVeu strength to meet aud over
come the ditficulties which will hedge
about her; the door of God's Sanoiu
tuary has been opened to her, aud let
us hope that the burden and torture of
remorse will he lifted from the tempest
: tossed soul, and in its stead will come
AND HENRY COUNTY TIMES.
McDonough, ga., Friday, may 22, ism.
the “peace which passeth all under
standing.”
To this end it is the Christian’s du
ty —following the example of Him
whom they profess—to hold up her
hands and help her to live i purer,
better life, for which her heart seems
to thirst.—Albany News and Adver
tiser.
The Voice of Nature.
My mother was consumed with a
fer, and whether sane or delirious she
constantly begged for water.
No, said the iron physician, that
would kill her. •
So she tossed and suffered in great
agony, always crying for water. The
nurse and my father having broken
down, it was my turn to watch oue
night. My mother was very low.
When full quiet had fallen upon the
house she called me softly to her bed
side.
“My son, ” she said, my sweet boy,
my face and hands and temples are
burning up! Rring me a pitcher of
water with a little ice in it.”
“Oh, mother, dear, I was told not.to.
You might drink, and that would kill
you.”
“Drink, my son ? I wouldn’t drink
a drop ! you kuow your mother would
not lie ; and then, I want to live to see
my boy grow to be a big man. Why,
1 really don’t want to drink now, my
litte sweetheart. I wouldn't drink one
drop if I were in an ocean of water.* I
want merely to cool my temples.”
i brought the water and set it on a
little table at her bedside, but thought
it prudent to watch her, for her miud
was wandering from the effects of the
burning fever.
Sure enough she did not try to tasto
the water, hut merely cooled her hands
and face with it.
When it became late she called me
to her and kissed me and said I was
her brave knight, and declared I was
the dearest hoy in the world, and that
she was tired and wanted to sleep, and
that she wanted me to he on the lounge
and nst a while.
I did so.
When I awoke the next morning the
doctor and other people were standing
at the bedside.
A great fear overcame me.
I glanced at the pitcher.
It was nearly empty.
I sprang to the bedside, arid my hap
py mother caught me in her arms and
smothered me with kisses.
She was well in a week, awl then
she bought nte a gun, a bicycle, a pony
and a gold watch all at once.—Short
Stories.
A Young Mali’s Fancy.
Large allowance is to be made .for
the sweeping assertion of the poet that
“in the spring a young man's faucy
lightly turns to thoughts of love.” it
cerlainly is not true of the malarial
young man, whose fancy, if he has any,
is of the dull aud heavy variety. The
malarial young mm marches around as
the captive of General Debility. The
readiest and most obvious means of es
cape are afforded by S. S. S. which,
without any flourish, routs General
Debility and his malarial allies.
What is true of the young man is true
of the young lady, aud the whole host
of sufferers. S. S. S. is a specific for
; malaria.
Laura—Oh, papa, hide liehiud the
door. Charlie is coming and he’ll be so
surprised at finding you here.
Charlie —Oh, I say, Laura, I’ve been
down to the depot after your blooming
old dad and got left. The old idiot
missed the train.
Laura's father—Oh, no, f didn’t.
Tableau
Mr. .Jere Hollis, Macon, Ga., says:
I would not lie without Bradycrotine
for the cure of Headache, for ten times
its cost.
Hundreds of people drag along
through the weary summer mouths their
lives made miserable by chills and fe
ver aud who could he weiittud happy if
they would inly take Cheatham’s
Tasteless Chill Tonic. It never fails
j to cure and is only 50 and 75 cents per
bottle. “No cure, no pay.”
Piloted by a Ghost.
_ >
I checked my horse, and after one
long, straining look around owned to
myself that I was lost. I had suspected
tlye fact some time since, bud* had stub
bornly fought down the * suspicion,
though my horse evidently Aaltzed it.
With patient endurance he plodded
along, resignation plainly expressed in
the droop of his tail and ears. In place
of the ranch, the hearty welcome,
pleasant words, bed, supper and tire 1
had expected to reach by sunset, there
was nothing to be seen before, behind,
on either hand, but the dead level of
the plain. There were paths in plenty ;
iu fact, the trouble was there were too
many—all narrow and winding, for
whose meandering Upfre seemed not
the slightest excuse; except the gen
eral tendency to crookedness most
things, animate and alike
possessed. But it would hive taken
the instinct of a bloodhound or a trail
ing Indian to have said which paths
had been made by horses’ feet or those
of cattle.
Now that the sun was gone, I found
my knowledge of the point of the com
pass gone with it. As I sat perplexed
aud worried the gloom of twilight gath
ered fast and the chill of coming rain
smote me through and through, while
iu the distance there was the roll of
thunder. Glancing up I saw that the
masses of cloud had closed together iu a
curtain of gray mist.
My horse strode on of his owl accord,
and hoping that his instinct would lead
us to some house, I let him have his
will. Presently it began to rain, a
sort of heart-broken passionless wi eping
but with steady determination to per
severe all night, that awoke graver
apprehension iu my bosom than any
amount of blustering, showery down
i our could have done.
It was now quite dark, and very (lark
at that, though at short intervals close
to the horizon a faint gleam of light
ning showed, too distant to cast bright
ness on my path and only sufficient .to
intensify the blackness about me.
All at once 1 saw a man walking
about fifteen feet in front of me. Y'es,
1 kuow I said it was intensely dark,
but all the same, I repeat it. I saw a
man walking in front of me, anil furth
et more I could see that he was a large
man, dressed in rough, but wellfitting
clothes; that he wore a heavy red
heard, aud that he looked hack at me
from time to time with an expression of
keen anxiety on Ins otherwise rather
fixed features.
“Hello !” I cried, hut as he did not
halt I concluded ho did not hear me.
As a second hale produced no result I
spurred my weary horse up to overtake
the stranger. But, though the gray re
sponded with an alacrity most commen
dable under the circumstances, 1 soon
found that this strauge pedestrian did
not intend to let me catch up with him.
Not that he hurried himself. He seem
ed without any exertion to keep a good
fifteen feet between us. Then I began
to wonder how, with the intense dark
ness shutting me in as four black walls,
I was yet able to see my strange com
pauion so clearly, to take in the details
of his dress, and even the expression
of his face, and that at a distance more
than twice my horse's length when I
could hardly see his head before me. I
am not given up to superstitious fancies
and my only feeling was curiosity.
We went on in silence for nearly
half an hour, when, as suddenly as he
appeared, he was gone. \ looked
around for him, half afiaid, ftorn his
instant and complete disappearance,
that i had been dreaming, when I per
ceived that I was close to a sn(all, low
building of some sort. I rwnkl in and
shouted several times, hut not the
slightest response could I hea , and at
last I rode boldly up and tappfl on the
wall with my riding whip, "lien, as
this elicited no sign of life, I concluded
that 1 had stumbled upon sdne desert
ed house, or it was the ahcle of my
eccentric friend ; so dismojuting aud
tying the gray, 1 resolved to spend the
rest of the night under a roof or to find
some good reason for continuing my
journey. I felt ray way along the
wall till I reached a door, and tiying
this and finding that it yielded to me,
I stepped inside, striking a match as I
did so. Fortunately, I carried my
matches in an air-tight case, ain. as it
was dry the one I struck gave rie light
at once. I found my self in i large
room close to a (ire place, over which
a rude shelf was placed, an u this
mantel 1 saw au oil lamp, to wilich I
applied my match.
<dn the hearth was heaped tfqumti
ty of ashes and over these crouched a
child, a little girl of 5 or 6. At the oth
er end of the room which was plainly
and scantly furnished, lay a mau across
a bed, and as I raised the lamp 1 saw
that he was the same I hud been fol
lowing, but there was something in his
attitude and face that struck me as pe
culiar, and I was about to go forward
and look at him, when the child who
had at first seemed dazed at the light
fairly threw herself upon me.
“Have you anything for Nelly to
eat ?” she said, and then : "Oh, Nelly
is so hungry 1”
I ran my hand into my pocket and
drew had been a paper hag
of chocolate candy, hut was now a
pulpy unappetizing mass. I must con
fess to a childish foudness for sweets,
which I usually carry iu some form
about me. I handed the remains of
my day’s supply to the child, and then
walked over to the bed. Yes, it was
the same man, red beard,rough clothes
but setting off the magnificent frame to
perfection; the same man, but dead,
long dead.
1 took liis hand only to find it stiff
and cold, while the face had the dull
gray aspect seen in the newly dead.
As 1 stood gazing down on him a little
hand touched mine.
“Nelly so hungry!” said the child.
“Have you eaten all the candy ?” I
asked her.
‘A es, yes! Hut me hungry, for me
had no dinner, no brckkus, no supper,
and papa won’t get up.”
The house, which consisted of the
large room, a smaller kitchen, and a
shed, where I found a quantity of hay
and fodder, seemed quite bare of food,
hut by dint of searching in the hay 1
discovered a nest which Nelly inform
ed me was there, and in it two fresh
eggs. Those I boiled for her. When
she had finished 1 soothed her to sleep
on a bed I made for her before the fire,
then after I had put my horse in the
shed room and fed him I performed as
well as 1 could a service for the
dead.
When day dawned I was able to dis
cern at some distance from the house a
line of telegraph poles, and taking the
child with mo I followed these to the
nearest town, where I' notified the au
thorities of the death.
'The dead man’s name was Frederick
Barnstaple. Ho was an Knglishman,
so I found, a recent arrival in thoso
parts. His dunghter was restored to
her family across the water, and is now
a pretty girl of 17. I have never told
this story before, but I am ready to
take anfclidavit to its truth. It all hap
pened about thirty miles from Dallas.
—Philadelphia Times.
A Bustle For u Bank.
Miss Maggie Schutt, of Greenburg,
Pa., died recently. Miss Schutt’s rel
atives had been puzzled to know what
she did with her money. She lived
like a perverse old maid, and indulged
in no luxuries or frivolities. Three
days after her funeral two of the young
women of the house concluded to clean
up the room occupied by Miss Schutt.
Mrs. Jennie Bennett unearthed a
large, well-made, heavy bustle of tick
ing. With the remark, “Well, here it
goes, Ivate,” Jennie threw it into the
flames. Taking a second thought, she
pulled it out again. “It seems awful
heavy for a bustle,” said she, “let’s
rip it open.” When turning it over
to insert the scissors a piece of green
paper was seen sticking out of a hole
in the seam. The green paper was a
bright S2O bill. Scissors were thrown
aside and deft fingers took their place.
The whole thing was ripped open.
1 here was a feminine scream. There
lay tens, twenties, fifties, and nestling
in the bed of greenbacks were shining
gold eagles and double eagles and
some small silver coin. The find netted
$9,000. The coney will be divided
between her two sisters, with a neat
reward to the girls who discovered it.
Ihe old bustle will be covered with
tinted satin, decked with ribbons and
handed down to generations.
“And who’s this,” asked Aunt Clara
as she pointed to the picture of a chub
by little tot in the photograph album.
“That’s me,” answered Bobby, who
has been wearing trousers some time,
“when 1 was a girl.”
Waiter—l expect you to pay in ad
vance, sir.
Guest—What do you mean ?
Waiter—No offense, sir,
but the last gentleman who ate shad
here got a bone in big thioat and died
without paying, and the boss took it
out of my wages.
EFFICACY OF PRAYER.
A Pretty anil Petlietie Story from the
Police Station.
Unde Arnold Frazier is an old gray
haired negro, well known to all citi
zens of Atlanta, says the Constitution.
lie is a Hardshell Baptist preacher,
and for fifty yours has been trying to
save souls from eternal damnation.
Wherever he is this old man feels
no compunction in telling everybody
arouud him that, unless they mend
their ways, they will be punished with
hell lire forever and forever.
. \’oßterduy morning uncle Arnold
met with u group of colored brethren
and proceeded to tell how mean and
low their actions were, how they would
be tormented for them if they did not
reform. As is the custom with preach
ers of his class, his voice rose with his
feelings, and soon ho was crying in a
loud tope and vociferous language to
his hearers about their going to hell.
This he carried on so far as to he
classed under the head of disorderly
conduct, and a patrolman had him car
ried to the station house on this charge.
The parson had his saddlebags, an
old umbrella and a package tied up in
a red bandana, and with these was car
ried to the police station, where all city
evil doers arc landed. The old man
was locked up in a cell, aud instead of
reiuoustrating, immediately fell dowu
upon his knees and offered up a prayer
to his Maker.
“Oh Hod,” he cried, “I is yo’ po’
ole servant, as you knows. lis bin
arristed, an as you knows for nuthin.
I has been serviu you fer fifty-live
years, an you knows I has tried to do
my duty. I now ax you to hab me
turned loose, and to save ull these po’
sinners. Please let me loose today,
and for Jesus sake let it be right
soon.”
After getting up from his knees the
old muu exhorted the prisoners to do
better, und succeeded in creating quite
a commotion among them. Ho “li&ed
out” a hymu and began singing one of
those old negro long-metre songs. The
others caught the air and followed.
For an hour or two this was carried on,
und those around the station house
were attracted inside. When the air
was finished the old man began to
preach, but was cut short by the keep
er entering and telling him ho could
go free.
The old darky said not a word to the
otlicer until he lifted up his eyes to
wards the heavens an uttered a prayer
thanking (led that he hud answered his
prayer so soon.
A collection was made up for him
when released, and he went on his way
rejoicing.
Tliey Make Mistakes.
The father who tells his children to
walk one way whilg he walks another
makes a mistake.
People who talk about their misfor
tunes to strangers make a grand mis
take.
People who never read the Bible
make a very sad mistake.
The man who thinks he can get rich
by doing wrong, and enjoying it after
he gets rich, makes a fatal mistake.
Parents who quarrel before their
children make a mistake of which they
should under no circumstances ever be
guilty.
The father who permits his boys to
grow up in idleness and profligacy
makes a grand mistake.
The mother who thinks her own
children never do anything wrong
makes a mistake.
The minister who never preaches so
that people find out they are sinners
1 makes a mistake.
The parents who are not very care
ful about what their children read make
a mistake.
The man who thinks the mist im
portant thing to do in this world is to
get rich makes a mistake.
The man who gets behind a post in
prayer meeting to keep from being
called on to pray make a mistake.
The man who is always trying to
discover faults in other people makes a
mistake.
The woman who says things aliout
other people that she would not like to
hear about herself makes a mistake.
The man who never tries to be re
ligious, except when be thinks some
body is watching him makes an unpar
donable mistake.
The young woman who does not
make a confidant of her mother makes
the greatest mistake of her life.
Young men desiring to attend a Business
College will find it to their advantage t<r
call at this office before making arrange
ments elsewhere.
j Henry County Weekly, Established 1870,
| Henry County Times, Established 1884.
TIIK OLD MAN’S DARLING
Tied to a Tree and Whipped Severely
by Enraged Relatives.
Pucktown, Tcnn., May 12th.—A
very bloodthirsty and revolting battle
and crime took place in this section
yesterday, at Wolf creek, a short dis
tance from here.
A wild and unruly mob had assem
bled at the house of one Be!!. Whisky
flowed like water, and apparently all
were chuck full and ready for a fight
or frolic.
1 lie substance of the above meeting
is this:
Old man 8011, the great gruuddaddy
of the Bell generation is a very old
gentleman, and a man of considerable
means. A few weeks ago his wife
suddenly died and ho was almost crazy.
■ lowever, all his people strenuously
objected to his taking another help
meto, but still the old mau thought he
knew best.
Therefore he took unto himself a
gii 1 about seventeen years of age, and
together they went to occupy the old
homestead. This incensed the children
so that they decided to see what there
was iu whitecap methods, and after the
bride had beeu ushered into the happy
and contented home tho devil seemed
to got into tho whole layout.
No demonstration was made, how
ever, until the crowd began to feel
good from the effects of tlfe mountain
moonshine, and then everybody began
to feel like fighting.
Better counsel prevailed for a while,
until tho women began to drink freely
ot t * le rum - ’Thou they decided on ac
tion and on immediate action at that.
I lie women of tho 801 l house disguised
themselves and politely requested wife
No. 2 to accompany them outside.
There they stripped her to tho waist,
tied her to a treo and proceeded to ad
minister about 100 lushes, almost kill
ing her.
Among tho spectators was one John
Hallow, who witnessed tho whole per
formance. After the whipping next
day, Hallow was brought as a witness
against the women whitecaps and sworo
that lie saw the whole affair, and the
justice committed them.
I his made the Bell gang inad, and
the result was that they visited Bui
lew’s house, intending to give him a
sound thrashing, but they failed.
Mi. Ballew had a winchester, and
when called to bis door and informed
of the object of their midnight visit ho
emptied the contents of his rifle in the
crowd, killing John Bell aud fatally
wounding six or eight others.
They did not expedt this kind of re
ception and consequently took to Jheir
heels and fled for their lives.
Immense excitement prevails in the
vicinity, and more bloodshed is expect
ed to follow. The parties connected
witli the affair are all good people and
it is greatly deplored.
A Sensation Kxplalnetl.
An alleged outrago at Florence,
Italy, upon Mr. and Miss Jacques; of
Massachusetts, turns out to bo not an
event, but merely a piece of unimpor
tant news.
After due investigations by the au
thorities, the explanation is made that
the Italians aimed a stone at the police.
The missile, unfortunately, struck the
Jacque s carriage, but nobody was se
riously injured.
Under the circumstances, the expla
nation satisfies everybody but the
jiolice. But the affair will cause the
New England tourist to feel very
much as L'jrd Macaulay did under
similar circumstances. As The Bos
ton Advertiser tells the story, Macau
lay was walking along one day, when
a stone struck him on the head. A
young man immediately stepped for
ward and apologized, saying that he
intended to hit a fellow on the other
side of the street. “All right,” re
plied Macaulay, “but I would rather
that you had intended it for me and
hit him.”
“\ou say, auntie, you married in
baste.”
“Yes, dear. My folks all advised
me aginst the marriage, but alas! I
didn’t heed them.”
“How old were you at that time,
auutie?”
“Only forty four.”
Husband—Getting that tooth pulled
hurt pretty badly, didn’t it ?
Wife—No. I just thought of all
the mean things you had ever said to
me, and it made me so mad I forgot all
about the tooth and felt like I could
bite a ten penny nail in two.
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