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THE HENRY COUNTY WEEKLY CONSOLIDATED JANUARY 1,1591. VOL. XV. m o FESSIO XA LVA li D .S'. j iis. i». rinPRM.u D E N T IST, iirl uN'i i OH <i». Any our li ririii : work done can lie ac somniodatcd a- • i 'i>, calling on me in per son or addressing nie through the mails. Term= cash, un'o-s special arrangements 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, THE— East Telia. Virginia & Ga. R’Y. IS TIIH ONLY SHORT AND DIRECT LINE TO TUB NORTH, SOUTH, EAST AND WEST. PULLMAN'S FINEST VES TIBULE SLEEPERS BETW KKH ATLANTA & KNOXVILLE MACON & CHATTANOOGA BRUNSWICK & ATLANTA WITHOUTCH 4 \«K Direct Connections at Chat tanooga with Through TRAINS AND PULLMAN SLEEP ERS TO Memphis and the West, sit Knoxville vvilli Pullman Sleepers lor WASHINGTON, PHILADELPHIA, AND NEW YORK. fob further information addrf.ss, B. W. WRENN, CHAS. N. KICHT Uen’J. Pas*. Ajc ~ A. <»'. P. A. KNOXVILLF. ATLANTA f* A A V S'. AII ! I nnflertAketo briefly * L 3 1 1 B B F tench any tairiy intelligent person of either V I 8 I B 1 ■ <*»»*, who <an read and write, and who. farter in»t ruction, will work induatrionsly. r VV¥VV how to earn Three Thousand Dollar* a Year in fheirown locaiitie*.wherever they lire.l will alsofurniah the aitaatinr. w hirh you t an earn that anionnt. No mo’ier f..r m" unleac auo-eaefnJ at above. Easily and quickly learned, f deair* but one worker from each diatrict or county. I have already taught and provided with employment a larre Hum • r, wh> are inakin* over #SOOO a vear each. It'» XE W and SO El IF. Full particular* Elt EE. Addreaa at onca, L. C. ALLEY, llux 4 io, Auku»U, Slulne. 1 EM COLLARS r' ■ r*.. • -'.-,r il>*| rib-ciiptionof tbecelpbrateo . ••Tiic N >-w Sooth** readied by *,..■ I .... VirflinlH A U«.r*in I *.«ii - npt-.a-t shall Include all resources t:'. r. :i .u the tart -on Contest closes Dec 81st., is* lie,’ t , r. bv threedistiutruishetl esoatherners Allans. * B. W. WBESN. Ksoxvnuu. T*sr*. Highest of all in Leavening Power.—U. S. Gov’t Report, Aug. ij, 1889. 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. NO. 38