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THE HENRY COUNTY WEEKLY
CONSOLIDATED JANUARY 1,1591.
vol. xvi.
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rn uid; cssing im- through the mails
leim- cash, unless special arrangement*
are otherwise made.
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ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
McPonoigii, • •a.
Will :»ri li<c- ii • counties composing
the Flint .1 udiciul Uir< -it, the Supreme Court
ci Georgia and the l nited States District
Court. F apr27 -1 v
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ATTORNEY AT LAW,
McDosovon, Ga.
• Will practice in the counties composing
the Flint Circuit, the Supreme Court of
Georgia, and the United States District
Court. marl 6-1 y
n .1. KlMtii t>,
ATTORNEY AT LAW.
McDoNOt un, (la.
Will practice in all the Courts ol Georgia
Special attention given to commercial and
other collections. Will attend all the Courts
it Hampton regularly. Office upstairs over
rnk Wtrsi.y office.
j I . WAII,
ATTORXEY AT LAW,
McDonough, Ga.
Will practice in the counties ooiuposingthe
Flint Judicial Circuit, and the Supreme and
District Courts oi Georgia. I’rompt attention
givui to’collections. octs-’7S
%. ItltOW\,
‘ ATTORNEY AT LAW,
McDonough, Ga.
Will practice in all the counties compos
ing tlie Flint Circuit, the Supreme Court of
Georgia and the United States District
Court. janl-lv
J | V. IT.KIM.I S,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Hamiton, Ga,
Will practice in all the counties composing
the Flint Judicial Circuit, the Supreme Court
of Georgia and the District Court ot the
United States. Special and prompt atten
tiongivento Collections, Oct 8, 1888
Jxo. D. Stk’wakt. j R.T. Daxikl.
S'l' KIV tKT Ac IHNIKK,
ATTORN CVS AT LAW,
Giukkix, Ga.
joiin a.. rn:.
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Gate City Natioal Bank Building,
Atlanta. Ga.
Bract ices in the State and Federal Courts,
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SHORT AND DIRECT LINE
NORTH, SOUTH,
EAST AND WEST.
PULLMAN'S FINEST VES
TIBULE SLEEPERS
B KT W K KN
ATLANTA & KNOXVILLE
MACON & CHATTANOOGA
BRUNSWICK & ATLANTA
m rnioi rni i\«n.
Direct Connections at Chat
tanooga with Through
trainsand Pullman Sleep-
ERSTO
Memphis and the West,
;if Knoxville with l*iilliiiiin
Sleeper** for
WASHINGTON,
PHILADELPHIA,
AND NEW YORK.
I-OU KrUTIIER IN I OHMATIOX AKIJKF.SS,
B.W. VVRENN, CHAS. N.KICHT
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KNOXVILLE. ATLANTA
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SOUTH.
Leave McDonough ‘‘ :o ° a. m.
Arriv.CreenwooJ ' “
“ Louella “
•* Griffin ■ ■ •• :0- ’ “
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Leave GHffin 4:0(1 P- m -
Arrive Lowell* 4:40
*■ Greenwood 4:48 “
“ McPonoai’h 5:05 “
M. E. GRAY, Sup’t.
TO THREE ADORED.
Marie, have you forgotten j et
The summer days of long ago?
The shady lane, where first we met?
The tiny brook’s loquacious flow?
I spoke; you answered, half afraid.
And then, and then, exquisite bliss.
As hand in hand we onward strayed,
1 boldly stole a little kis*!
Louise, have you forgotten yet
Flow sweetly once you used to siug?
The sun of those dear days is set.
And love has fled on vanished wing.
Still “wondrous is the power I feel”
Rings sadly, faintly in my ears:
And, 10, a moment now I steal
From memory of the bygone years.
Susanne, have you forgotten yet
How quick the evening hours would fly?
No, loved one, you will ne’er forget.
The clasped hands, the tender sigh;
And when the time for parting came.
How deep, we thought, our mutual woe.
Then looks more fraught with love became
Than words; but that was long ago.
Marie has gone, I know not where:
Louise, my dear Louise is wed.
Susanne is still both young and fair.
But all her love for me is dead.
Farewell Susanne! good by Marie!
laouise, our sun of youth is set!
The past lives only now in me.
And I alone will ne’er forget.
- William Barclay Dunham in New York Sun.
DECKER’S REWARD.
■
“The days are shortening,” sighed
Friend Deeker, as Ire folded up liis
spectacles and replaced them in their
tin case, “or else my sight isn't what it
used to be. Welladay, one can’t ex
pect to be young always. Is it thee,
Leah? 1 did not look for thee so
soon.”
Leah Decker came into the room like
a breezy young whirlwind. She had
none of the repose of manner at present
so much in vogue. Born and bred a
Quakeress, there was nothing of the
Quakeress about her except her quaint
Scripture name.
“Yes, it’s me I" said Leah sktortly.
“Did thee go to Friend Anastasia?”
gently inquired the old man, readjust
ing the big pine logs so that they should
burn brighter for Leah’s benefit.
“Oil, yes, I went there.”
“I hope she is better of her rheuma
tism.”
“Yes; she is better. But—but site
will not buy the apples, father. Mean,
stingy old thing!” cried Leah wrath
fully, flinging her coal scuttle bonnet
on the table. “Site says she can buy
all she wants tit fifty cents a barrel of
; old Jacob Joyce; so she can, perhaps,
I wretched, knurly, worm knots, not fit
j for pigs! Ours are apples! She says
thee asks an exorbitant price.”
Friend Decker slowly shook his head.
“Friend Anastasia is under a misap
prehension,” said he. “Eighty cents a
barrel is what they are paying at the
eider mill. Only one does not like to
see such beautiful, rare colored fruit
ground into baleful spirits to set men’s
brains on tire.”
"Much site would stop to think of
that,” said Leah, still rutiled.
“I am sorry,” said Friend Decker
mildly. “I need the money much, and
I think site would have been better sat
isfied with my apples titan with Friend
Jacob Joyce’s.”
"And after ail that,” flashed out
Leah, the spirit of indignation rife
within her, “site had the impudence to
ask me fora jar of plum sauce I made.
Site says Friend Mary told iter how nice
it was and”
“And,” quietly interposed iter father,
"that* said. I hope, that thee would bo
glad to oblige iter.”
“No, I didn’t,’’bluntly answered Leah.
“I said that I gathered the wild plums
myself in the Crook road, and cooked
them tifter Aunt Mahala's recipe, and
that there were four jars, and I wanted
to keep fliem for thee, especially since
thy health was so poor and thy ap
petite so variable.”
“I am sorry, dear,” said Friend
Decker. “Friend Anastasia is very
old, and old people are apt to be fanci
ful about trifles. Moreover, siie’s our
kinswoman, a degree or two removed,
perhaps, but”
“Then why don’t she do something
for us,” flashed out Leah, “besides giv
ing us good ad vice and tormenting us
with her fault finding. I didn’t mean
to mention it, father, hut she told me
out and out that she had adopted
Moses Sawyer, and that she meant to
make him her heir.”
“Well, daughter, why should she
not?” composedly questioned the old
man.
“Because he is no relation to her at
ill,” cried Leah, “and the property all
came from our great-grandfather Len
nox, thee knows.”
“Thee attaches too much importance
to mere dress, Leah,” said Friend
Decker "Thee must study the text
of tlie lilies of the iiold in the Bible.
‘We shall all be provided for if only we
can have patience to wait.' ”
Leah bit ber full, red under lip as
she glanced around the sparsely fur
nished room, and noticed her father's
drooping figure and rapidly whitening
head, but she made no reply as she
took up the coarse pile of vests on
which she had been working button
holes for a neighboring clothing con
tractor.
“Father’s a saint,” thought she, “but
J am not, and I am afraid l never shall
be. I should like to cut off Anastasia
Akerly's cars. If every one had their
rights, half of that big Lennox farm
would be ours. She gained possession
of it by the merest legal quibble, and
if father was like any one else he
would hare gone to law about it long
ago and got back his own. And now
to see it deliberately willed to some one
else!”
Arid I/call's needle flew vindictively
in and out of the cloth tike a miniature
javelin piercing tire heart of an unseen
enemy.
But the next morning when Leah
AND HENRY COUNTY TIMES.
McDonough, ga., Friday, September 25, isoi.
, .~. iy her hundl ■of vests
home ai.d get another batch of work
Friend Decker put on his hat and but
toned his great coat, which was getting
worn at the elbows and shiny at the
seams.
“It is a bright, clear morning, albeit
a trifle frosty,” said lie. “i think 1
may walk as far as the Lennox farm
without aggravating my cough.”
And under his arm he carried a neat
parcel.
Old Anastasia Akerly was winding
blue yarn before the tire when he came
in. She greeted him not without a
shadow oi suspicion.
Had he come like a spy into the ene
my's quarters?
“I hope tliee is well, Friend Anas
tasia,” said he. “I have brought thee
a jar of my daughter’s wild plum sauce.
Perhaps it may tempt thy appetite.”
Anastasia Akerly colored.
"I ain't of no consequence,’’said she,
"I dunno as I care so much about sweet
tilings. Only there used to grow a
wild plum bush on the hi!* at home,
and mother used to boil the plums
with molasses. They were drefful
sour, but there was a flavor about ’em
I liaint never since tasted. And when
Mary Moore told how good Leah’s was,
I kind o’ liotioncd I'd like a taste o’
’em. But Leah said she hadn’t none to
spare.”
“Leah was mistaken,” said Friend
Decker. “In our home there is always
something to spare for an old friena
like thee.”
“1 didn’t 1 know that you looked on
me as a friend,” she said sharply.
“Thee ought to have been certain of
that.”
“There were ugly tilings said about
the way the Lennox property was man
aged,” said Miss Akerly.
“Nothing was said by me, Friend
Anastasia,” observed the Quaker.
“And as far as in me lies I am anxious
to he at peace with all the world.”
“Humph!” said- the old woman.
"Well, there ain't no use making up to
me; my will was drawn up long ago,
and Moses Sawyer is my heir.”
“Thee is welcome to do as thee likes
with thy own,” said Friend Decker
calmly, setting down the jar of wild
plum preserves and glancing wistfully
toward the cushioned armchair by the
fire, for his limbs were enfeebled by
age, and he had walked a considerable
distance.
But Miss Akerly did not ask him to
sit down and rest, so he took a fresh
grip of his knotty cane and started on
his homeward tramp.
“Good morning to thee, Friend Anas
tasia,” to which tiie old lady only re
sponded with an articulated grunt.
But when he was out of sight she un
screwed the lid of the jar, and with an
old silver spoon, worn thin with long
usage, she tasted the sweetness of its
contents.
“Jest like them mother used to boil
down with molasses when I was a gal,”
said she. “I could most fancy I was a
gal ag’in, in theold plum time, ~ euttin’
across the lots with my sun bonnet
hitched on by one string and ‘lie red
dog caperin’ at my heels. Waa. waal!
It don’t seem like 1 was close an to
seventy years of age.”
Miss Anastasia had some of the wild
plum sauce with her scanty dinner. It
gives it a relish. She ate some more
with bread arid cheese for her supper.
“I never did taste nothin' that went
to the right s[>ot like them plums,” said
she. "It ain’t ’cause they’re relishiu’.
It's ’cause they make me feel like I was
out in Wisconsin, with the sassafras
leaves turnin’ yuller and the wind
Mowin' in my face.”
Leah did not know until a neighbor’s
hoy brought back the jar neatly
wrapped in a newspaper what a treat
she had afforded her neighbor.
“What is it. Willie?" she asked the
boy.
“It’s tlie jar that had the wild plum
sass in it,” said Willie. “Miss Akerly
says she’s much obliged, and she gave
me a ginger eookey for bringing it back,
she did.”
“Father,” said Leah reproachfully
to the old man, “this is thy doings.
Thee is always thinking of some one
else. ”
“It has done me more good than if I
had eaten it myself, Leah," said Friend
Decker apologetically.
ran to him and gave him a hug.
"Thee is an old darling, father,” said
“and (Irf mak/w we ashamed of
my own temper sometimes.”
She put the Jar on the top shelf of
the little [wintry, and never thought
anything more about it till one day
when she wanted a jar to put some
fresh cranberries in. She was in a
hurry, for Miss Anastasia Akerly was to
Ik: burk'd that afternoon. She died as
she had lived, sitting alone before the
tire, and this was tin* day they had ap
pointed for her funeral.
Friend Decker had expressed a desire
to attend the olwequies of the kins
woman who had been so little to him,
and Leah was hurrying through her
work so that she might brush the well
worp suit and take a much needed
stitch in the coarse worsted gloves.
As she tore off the newspaper wrap
pings she stopped suddenly.
“Father.” she cried, “here is u piece
of thick, yellowish paper rolled up and
put Inside tills jar that came from
Friend AnastasiaV What does thee
suppose it is# Father, it is a will!”
She ran eagerly with it to Friend
Decker. He looked dubiously at the
outside.
“Thee is right. Leah,” said he.
“Friend Anastasia's heart was softened
toward us. This is doubtless the will
she mentioned—will in favor of M'jees
Sawyer. She has sent it to us to de
stroy. Nay, daughter, nay,” as Leah
eagerly caught it up and hastened to
ward the tire. “Give it to me. It is
not for 11s to make or meddle. If
Friend Anastasia wished the will de
stroyed she should have done it herself.
I shall take it. back to Friend Johnson,
the executor."
“Father," cried Leah, "thee would
not give him the will?”
“Does thee think it would be an
honorable thing to destroy it, I/eali?”
“If she wanted us to do so, father.”
“But we have no right to presume
anything of the sort, daughter,” reason
ed Friend Deeker, buttoning it up un
der his dbat. “Nay, nay, do not fret.”
For Leah, overcome by the sudden
blaze of hope and the after blackness
of despair, bad burst into t. flood of
tears. “It will bo well with is, never
fear.”
Judge Johnson, the great man of the
neighborhood, received the pa{*r with
some surprise
“Decembersixth,” he read. “Hum!
This is the latest document she lias exe
cuted. Oh, yes! 1 remember it very
well; I drew it up myself. But why did
you bring it here, Friend Deeker?”
The old man briefly related the cir
cumstances.
“Old people are apt to be capricious,”
said lie. “Doubtless the trifling matter
of the plum sauce pleased ber and she
sought to reward us. But I should
never take advantage of Friend Moses
by burning the will.”
“But why in the name of common
sense should you burn it?” said the
judge. “Are you in the habit of hav
ing estates left to you every day that
you dispose of them so readily ?”
“I don’t think I quite understand
thee, Friend Johnson,” said Decker.
But Leah’s face brightened like a
rose.
“I seel 1 see!” she cried. “Father,
Friend Anastasia has done right, late
though it be. She has willed the Len
nox farm to thee. ”
And Leah spoke truly. The dead
woman made tardy rojraration in her
last days, and Friend Decker and ids
daughter had at last legal possession of
what should long ago have been their
own. No amount of reasoning or re
monstrance had availed, but lone of
those sudden touches, which, **striking
the electric chain wherewith we’re dark
ly bound,” sway the soul with dispro
portionate force, bail induced her to
perform an act of justice at last, and
the jar of wild plums, with fra train
of associations, had been the most elo
quent pleading of all.—Lewiston Jour
nal.
1I« Threw the 15e»t llat Away.
I heard of an amusing little affair to
day. A son of a friend of mine de
sired to purchase a cheap new hat to
wear about the store where ho is em
ployed, und he and his father started
out to make the purchase. Previous to
their departure, Jim, the boy, conclud
ed to wear his “Sunday-go-to meetiu’ ”
hat, an almost new four dollar
tile, and, unknown to the father,
he put it on, told his father he
was ready, and off they went in search
of a new head covering. It did not
take long to make the purchase. A
two dollar hat was selected. Jim
told his father that ho would go down
town in a while, and asked his fathor
to take home his old hat, which hud
been tucked away in a paper hag.
The father started home with the
bag, and while on the way concluded
it would be useless carry the “rusty”
thing further, so he quietly laid it dow n
on the pavement and moved on. A
gentleman and lady came along s<x>n
after, picked up the bag, advanced to
a gaslight hard by, examined the con
tents, became sutislied it was a good
find and went on their way rejoicing.
The father went on home, told his wife
tliat Jim had bought a two dollar hat,
and that he had thrown his old hat
away. “Thrown the old hat away I”
exclaimed his wife. “Why, that was
his Sunday go-to-meetin’ best. Here Is
the old hat.”—Louisville Post.
Kccfintric Matches.
A child detests soap. How it would
amuse a child to behold a number of
matches rushing away from soap!
Place some matches in a basin of water
in the shape of a star. Take a piece oi
soap, cut into a point, insert it in the
water In tho middle of the matches, and
lo! they will fly from it in every direc
tion as if in horror. If you wish to
bring tiie matches all together again
you will treat them as you would chil
dren—with a lump of sugar. Dip the
sugar in tho water and little hits of
wood will come swimming to it as
though they yearned for a sip of its
sweetness. —Once u Week.
II« I>ug for
A tin peddler offered to ri ll Parmer
Davis, of Ohio, whore $5,000 in gold
was buried on his farm if he would
hand over S3OO. Farmer Davis sold
two horses and paid over the money,
and although lie has rooted up about
ten acres of ground ho has thus far
missed the iron bound box.—Detroit
Free Press.
It 111 lio«xl Knotigli.
In the last ten years no less than six
teen different patents have been issued
on umbrellas, and yet none of them
has been accepted by maker or buy
er, because the umbrella as it is is good
enough and can't bo made any better.
It is like old wine.—Detroit Free Press.
He Wan flight.
“What is the feminine of friar#”
asked & teacher of his class. First Hoy
—Hasn't any. “Next#” riooond Boy
—Nun. “That's right,” said the mas
ter. First Boy (in an indignant tone'
—That's just what I said.—Cassell’*
journal.
A WONDERFUL WELL.
It Throws a 'Z 1-2 Inch Stream to a
lliglitli of 140 Feet.
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The artesian well on the Valley
Stock Farm continues to attract grtat
crowds of people. And well it may,
for it is really the wonder of 'he age.
Following the tests made ot the pres
sure Saturday and Sunday, the cap was
removed, and through a nozzle a two
inch stream of water was shot up into
the air a distauce of 125 to 110 feet.
Ihe direct course of the stream was
greatly interfered with by the cross
beams and braces of the derrick. With
a clear way and no wind a 2.1-inch
stream would he sent ICO into the air.
So great is the pressure that pine
boards six inches wide ami one inch
thick, used as staves and braces on the
derrick, fifty feet above the mouth of
the well, were broken by the force of
the water. While this nozzle was on
the derrick, which is seventy-five feet
high, was almost hidden from view hy
the sptay and jettings of the stream.
Latet in the evening Mr. Weston,
manager of the well, who has charge
of the drilling, removed the 21 inch
nozzle and placed upon the pipe a I
inches in diameter shot up nearly 70
feet, deluging everything in its de
scent. This was accompanied by a
deep roaring sound, and frequent sharp
reports resembling the discharge of a
rifle were heard, This stream as well
as the smaller one, struck the walking
beam and broke much of its force.
The amount of water that flows
from the well is tremendous, being es
timated at from H,OOO to 10,000 gal
lons per minute. Even at the lowest
figure enough pours out of the well to
furnish every man, woman and chilli
in the State of South Dakota with at
least four gallons of water every twen
ty-four hours. As to the pressure,
that has not been fully ascertained, but
from tests already made it is known to
l>e considerably more than 200 pounds
to the square inch. With a fair test
it is likely to reaeh 228 pounds. The
pressure has steadily increased for the
last thiee days, and may exceed the
above figures.
'The well is now SlfiO ieet deep, and
as soon as machinery now ordered ar
rives the work of reaming the hole to
an eight inch well from top to bottom,
will he prosecuted. The water is soft,
clear, and pleasant to the taste. It is
flooding tiie low places in the vicinity,
and, although great ditches have been
dug to carry it into tlio Jim river, acres
of water may be seen in every direc
tion. Without doubt this is the great
est artesian well in the world.—South
Dakota Huionite.
Royal Women Who Smoke,
If women smoke much nowadays
they can at least plead that, the exam
ple is set in high circles. The empress
of Austria smokes thirty to forty Tur
kish cigarettes every day. <)n her
writing table there is a silver box with
fine relief work tilled with cigarettes
and a gold ash tray. The czarina al
so yields to the passion for nicotine, but
she only smokes in her boudoir, a copy
of one of the prettiest rooms of the
Alhambra, filled with palm trees. Her
anxieties may plead her excuse; but
queen Marguerite of Italy, whose life
is freer from care, smokes also, and
smokes much, but always in solitude.
The queen regent of Spain consumes
Egyptian cigarettes in large quantities.
Queen Natalie, of Servia, has a won
derful store of cigarettes of every kind.
The queen of Roumania carries a little
golden box filled with the same means
of delight, while the Uomtesse de Par
is appreciates only the tobacco of Ha
vana, and her daughter, the queen of
Portugal, gets her cigarettes from Dres
! den.
I I’lisiMKc iu llie Weulln-r.
The person who can predict a change
in the weather hy means of his aches
and pains may lie very interesting to
his neighbors as a walking barometer,
, iiut the jiositioii he occupies is not an
enviable one. lie needs a course of
S. S. S. to make his bones and his joints
weatherproof. Rheumatism cannot
stand before the attacks of this wonder
ful blood purifier. There is no otlnr
remedy that has proven so efficacious in
curing this disease as S. S. S. The tes
timonials to this effect cannot be gain
sa!d. They speak for themselves. To
test the matter would not he a costly
experiment to the sufferer, and it is an
experiment that will surely bring re
lief.
Mr. Jere R. Traylor, Traveling
Salesman, says: I always carry Bra
dycrotine in my grip.
Highest of all in Leavening Power.— U. S. Gov’t Report, Aug. 17, 1889.
Baking
Powder
ABSOLUTELY PURE
Oldest Man Living.
A Russ, said to be 121 years old, is
living in the town of llelgorod, Russia,
says The Philadelphia Ledger. Ilis
name is Bogdan Nitchinorenko. lie is
still hale and hearty, only his hearing
is somewhat impaired. He ascribes his
old age to his manner of living.
At the age of twenty live he became
ill, and, as there was no physicians in
the neighborhood, a Tartar practitioner
or “wise man” was engaged to cure
him. For three weeks he was under
the Zuaklmr’s treatment until his
health was restored.
Parting from him the Zuakhar told
him if he wished to live long he must
never eat any old or stale food. For
fear he would fall sick again Nitchino
renko observed this rule scrupulously.
He ate nothing hut spring fowl, veal or
lamb, and never touched a piece of meat
of an old animal. Even garden fruit
ho ate only when it was quite young
and fresh. He never ate canned or
pickled food of any kind.
Advantage of Cross Eyes.
Dining a rush iu trade a large firm
in Boston employed as an assistant
clerk a young man who was exceeding
ly cross-eyed, says the Dry Goods Re
tailer.
One day a half-grown boy came into
the store, and alter looking around
pricing first one thing and then anoth
er, he finally started to go out of the
door.
At this moment the new clerk touch
ed him on the shoulder, and, inviting
him to come to I lie hack part of the
store, suid lo him politely : “Oblige
me by giving me at once the socks that
you have in your hack pocket.”
“flow do you know 1 have any socks
hi my hack pocket?” demanded the
hoy in a bold tone.
"I saw you put them there,” replied
the clerk, very gently.
The hoy looked up in the young man’s
face in uttqr amazement.
“Are von looking at, me now ?” he
asked earnestly. “Do you see .tie this
very minute ? ’ he asked, still more
earnestly.
“Of course 1 do.” replied the clerk.
“Good Lord, mister!” cried the hoy,
with a blanching face; “Here’s your
socks.”
And with a hound he wus out of the
hack door, over the fence and away,
having learned a lesson concerning all
seeing eyes which is to lie hoped lie
may never forget.
l lie Slanguage of Entreaty.
A pretty Woodward avenue girl
with a love for slang, and the proud
professor of a father with money enough,
but small inclination to let go of it, ask
ed her mother the other day about tak
ing a voyage up the lakes.
“Where’s the money to come fiom?”
inquired the mother.
“Rapa, of course,” said the girl.
“Not much, of course,” corrected the
mother. “He growls so at every addi
tional expense that sometimes I really
think he is as poor as tamarack swamp
land. 1 wouldn’t start him to scolding
for anything hy asking him for mon
ey.”
“Well, l’in not afraid,” heroically
responded the daughter; “you say I can
go and I’ll work him for the money.”
“All right, go ahead,” and the girl
went off down town.
That evening she was in her father’s
room and her mother wanted her down
stairs.
“Fannie,” she called, “come down
here, I want you.”
“I’m busy, mamma,” she answered.
“What are you doing ?”
“Working the growler, mamma.”
and papa won’t know until he reads
this what made his wife laugh so he
could hear her clear up stairs Free
Press.
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and stinging; most at night: worse Bv
scratching. Jf allowed to continue tumors
form, which often bleed and ulcerate, Be
coming very sore. Swayxi’* Ointment
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j Henry County Weekly, Established 187(1,
( Henry County Times, Established 1881.
What 11 Poor Young Mail Aecoiii pits li
ed.
W atkintvh.!.!., Ga., September 20.
—Some live years since a young,
though poor, farmer moved to Oconee
county and purchased 100 acres of
land situated in the vicinity of Wat
kinsville. With no capital but his in
domitable energy, thrifty habits and de
termined will, he went to work to im
prove and utilize his lands. Adopting
conservative methods he richly realized
the imperative necessity of raising his
home supplies and of making cotton a
surplus crop.
lie farmed on the intensive plan, and
farmed cautiously and moderately. Ho
opened tip a regular set of hooks and
kept a correct account of the assets and
the liabilities of his entesprise, entering
up every expenditure no matter how
insignificant it was. Today he owns
300 acres of land, a comfortable home,
thoroughbred stock, a fine orchard and
otlies comforts, lie raises bis own
supplies, tlietefore the revenue from bis
cotton is clear gain. His garden is a
model, and bis horticultural efforts have
been crowned with shining success.
That man is Robert A. Washburn,
Oconee county’s champion farmer.
Wealth of the Colored Race.
The colored citizens of Georgia are
gradually making inroads upon the to
tal wealtli of the state.
They return this year 15 per cent
more than they did last.
Last year they returned $12,522,003.
This year they liavo returned $1 1,190,-
735 worth of taxable property out cf
a total in the state of $402,000,000.
’They have made large gains over
last year in every item of property.
In land they made a gain of 3,C00
acres.
Of the various counties of the state,
the colored people own more property
in Fulton than any other. In ibis
county their holdings amount to sl,-
205,360. < hatham comes next with
$747,295 Then comes Richmond
with $084,035.
Tlio Ox unit Mis Muster.
After seriously turning tlio subject
over in his mind as he chewed his Cud
on a Summer’s day, the Ox determined
that the Horse had more Privileges
than were granted to him, and that he
would Kick, lie therefore went to Ins
Master and made his complaint, and
added :
“While I am pulling and hauling in
the Fields the Horse has nothing to do
but canter to Town with you.”
“Very well; you shall tako his place
tomorrow," replied the Master.
When the morrow came the Ox was
saddled and bridled and mounted. The
bit cut his tongue, the saddle galled his
back, and he was near breaking down
before he started. When ordered to
canter he made such a mess of it that
he was given the spur, and before he
had gone half a mile he was so con
fused and exhausted that he entreated
his Master to return him to the Plough.
“As an Ox you are one of the best
of my Drove,’’ said the Master, “but
|as a Horse I should simply value you
i for your Hide.’’
Moral—Discontentment has spoiled
lots of good house-painters to give us
a big crop of poor artists.—New York
World.
Kconomy in Taxes.
A couple of Detroit men on the llelle
Isle Park ferry boat were descanting
upon political economy.
“We’ve got too much taxes,” said
one.
“Certainly we have,” assented the
other; “ami now they’re talking about
having an income tax.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Well, that ought to be a good thing,
it seems to me. There’s so confounded
much out-go tax that if they could work
vii income tax in some way it would be
a darn good thing for the taxpayers.”
The boat bumped up against the dock
at this point and the the two econoni'sts
walked ashore.
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