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THE HENRY COUNTY WEEKLY CONSOLIDATED JANUARY 1,1591. vol. xvi. riiorxssio.x.t /. c t uns. | ,5?. u. e*. <' vtiiMiKKi., DENTIST, McUojmrun G v. Am «»iif iB : .mug work dune can no ae eomni.idutcd eitliei B- -.•allii g on me in per rn uid; cssing im- through the mails leim- cash, unless special arrangement* are otherwise made. ikvi W. iinv .N j W.T. Dickkn. ■IK V\ \ A im iii v 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 | an. it:, n lexsißs,’ 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, THE— . £ In. fiujiVa' R’Y. 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 tien'l. P<*s a -A* A.('. I’. A. KNOXVILLE. ATLANTA Mi(ll.-.n<l »V <*nli K. IC. SOUTH. Leave McDonough ‘‘ :o ° a. m. Arriv.CreenwooJ ' “ “ Louella “ •* Griffin ■ ■ •• :0- ’ “ SOSTII. 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. I • 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. I'ilek! ! lulling l*ilck.’ Symptoms —Moisture; intense itching 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 stops the itching and Bleeding, heals ulcer ation, and in most oases removes the tu mor At diuggistr, or fry mail for 50 cents. Da. Sway lie X Son, Phi’alelphia. 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. rim msrtrsiA l.’se Brown's Iron Bitter*. Physicians recommend it. All dealers keep it. 31.00 per bottle. Genuine kam trade mark and crossed red lines on wrapper