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THE DAWSON WEEKLY JOURNAL. jjy S. B. WESTON. ptan C'fltffliiß Journal, rcßUsrisn kyery tiiursdat. • X— jf hMS— Strictly In .ldvanct. Three months * Six months ' r? OieTear.... 1 111 Frort Scribncr’a Monthly. of Will Walk with You,” y o9 ry Wolles stood upon the hearth ru,, in tlio long, low drawing-room, awaiting the coming of her guests.- Ordinarily she might boa trifle palo -quiet, possibly—though with depths nuicklv stirred by tho dropping of u stone- To-night sho was tiusliod, tremulous, excited. “By tho way, said hor fathor, paus at the door as ho passed through tho hall, “I mot that young minister —llayes, you know—this morning, and asked him up to dinner.” “But I don’t know,” responded Ve 6eV) as he passed on, her eyes grow ing wilder and wilder in dismay: ‘I don’t know him nt all. And to-night of all nights !" sho half-sobbed, pull ing at the flowers in the porcelain vase before hor, until tho one red roso dropped all its petals at hor feet. It was to bo the last of tho pleas ant evenings that had brighteuod all tho winter. Darrol Winslow and his mother were coming to dine with thorn once more before going home. They had boon boarding at the hotel just above, two or throe months. Vesey had built up so. many hopes upon this evoning. Hut now Sho was fastening a bunch of daph ne—sweet-scented, velvet-leafed—-into her belt, when Paul entered the room. “Passing fiiir !” ho said to himself at a glimpse of the bent head. “Tho ltev. Paul Hayes I” annouecd the servant. She turned quickly, not catching the names, hearing only the sound of feet and the opening of tho door. Hut tho flush .upou her face was not for him. “I —I am Miss Welles,” with rath er unnecessary frankness. “My father will be down in a moment. lie was unusually late from town to-night.” “Hut haughty and cold,” Paul added montally, as he turned away to meet hor fathor. Thon; at last, Mr?. Winslow and Darrel came. “Who is this man ?” looked out of Darrel’s eyes. “And you really go home to-mor row,” Yesey said, sitting down beside Mrs. Winslow. “Yos. There is nothing to wait for now; and Darrol does not care to stay. The opera season is over, you know.” So it was for tho gayetios of tho town he had lingered week after week, she thought, with a sudden sinkiug of the heart. Oh, how blind sho bad been ! If is careless laugh came across tho room just then, as if to mock hor. “You’ll not como bank before an other season ?” she replied, simply, “I suppose not.” The gentleman joined them. Vesey was thinking how pleasant she had hoped it would be, with only Darrel and his mother here—they four around the tiro in tho twilight, Darrel by her —of the words she had thought ho would speak. There was a ring hanging upon his watch-chain. It fitted hor fingor. lie had triod it onco in jest. She turned away*from him to Paul. And yot what should sho say ? What do people say to ministers ? she asked hersolf helplessly. And to young min isters above all ? Oh, if ho had not como ! If he would only go ! If they would all go, and leavo hor alone with her disappointment. How sho passed that long dinner hour she never knew. She talked of trivial things, as wo all do, though be neath the outward calm of our very souls are seething. When thoy wore back in the drawing-room, and tho others fell into the quiet, desultory chat that follows a dinner, she alone could not be still. Hor cold hands re fused to lio quietly in hor lap, as shapeless white hands should. Her. feet beat an impatient waltz under her gown. She'glanced at Darrel. Ho had thrown himsolf back in an easy chair, his hands under his head. Thero was no feverish glittor in his eye. He yawned furtively. Sho pushed her chair back. “How stupid wo are ! It’s the fire, I think. It al ways dulls every tli'g but itself. Will not someone sing or play ?” And she sat down herself before tho piano. She struck a quick, sharp chord. “I could dance to-night!” Sho had forgotton the young minister and his probablo prejudices. He caught a glimpse, just then, of the flushed, in tense face. But iu an instant, with tho minor chord that followed, it changed. Tears rushed into her eyos. Her back was to tho others. Only Paul saw tho sudden saddening of the face, the fall of tho wot eyelids. “Such wonderful spirits !”oxoiaimod Mrs. Winslow'. “So light hearted Ve- sey always is ! ’ “Ah !” responded Paul. But ho fell iuto a reverie. Darrol leaned over her. “What has como to you.” “How ? Why ?” She did .not pause in her playing. “You’re simply glorious now. You hardly need a crown.” Her hands went wrong. A quick clash—a discord —thou sho wont on. Sho was growing strong ; equal to the strife. Thero is nothing so deathless as a woman’s prido. It has risen at last. Her hands flashed over tho keys, throwing elf sparks of tho wildest, gay est music. “flood niglit! and good-by, it must bo,” ho said, detaining hor hand when they separated. “Wo shall take the early train.” Tho flush had died out of hor face. She looked worn and tired. Upon tho whole sho was not sorry ho had de cided to go. “Good-by,” she said quietly. “You’ll como and make us that vis it iu tho summer, Vesey ?” “I don’t know. Perhaps so.” “Os course you will.” “To be sure,”added Darrel. “I shall come for you myself.” They were gouo at last. Sho turned away. “Hut Mr. Ilayos ! Vesey !” Sho had forgotten his oxistenco. “I’m afraid I’m rude.” Aud sho put out hor hand. “Good night: but iu deed I may oonfoss now that 1 have a wretched headache, und—and—” That was all she said. Tho play was over. Tho spring and early summer wore away. Ono letter came from Darrol A letter such as ho might have sent to any chance acquaintance ; full of hints gay doings here and thero —nothing more. Ono little note Yosey wrote his mother, to say sho could not make tho promised visit. Darrel had said noth ing iu his letter of coming for her.—- “And tell Darrel”—at the closo of her note—“that 1 am saving any amount of gossip against writing him some day.” But the “some day” never came. Absence, like a strong light, brings out hidden defects, and Yesey know not that he was a man selfish and vain, who had played with her heart. He had held it in his hand, weighed aud measured it and her, and had cast both aside as worthless. She thought of it with burning cheeks. With another winter came the Win slows. If sho bad dreaded it—if she had feared for herself—would it have been . strange ? But tho spell was broken. Looking back, sho wondered. Outwardly tho old intimacy was re sumed Darrol cqpio aud went as ho had co’.l* and gone tho year before.— But to Vesey it was only a shell —a hollow, heartless tiring that never had been a friendship, and euuld novornow bo love. Paul, plodding along day after day in the round of lift duties, saw—as though a great way off—Ve eey and Darrel flying up and down tho icy streets to the tinkle of silver bobs. One night, Vesey glowing iu crim son, with white ehrysantliomums in her hair, passed through the hall. — The outer door was open wide. Paul stood outside. The wind, raw aud wet with the breath of the sea, caught at her hair —at the silken ruliies of her dress. “Oh, is it you ? But you are com ing in ?’’ Sho little knew how her words tempted him—how the vision tempted him, as she paused with clapped hands under the gaslight, and with the warm, bright room beyond. “I can not, I am waiting for your father. Thoro is a family at tlm low er end of tho town starv ” The words choked him. “Thank you, not to-night,” he said. He had longed to moot her again, like 'this — alone and face to face. But her light manner, hor dainty dress, angered him to night. He had conic from such a different scone. Only a woman of tho world, after all, ho thought. And yet so swoet, so bitterly sweet, ko owned, when he had turned away and plunged into the cold and. darkness. Darrel was waiting for her in tho drawing- room. “You’re like a poem to-night, in all that.ruby-red —like an Eastern song. ’ “Thank you,” Vesey said, dreamily. “I couldn’t imago you in gray,” ho went on, half to himself, “or in any thing somber, or worn, or poor.” Ho had begun to study tbo girl in earnest “ Yes, you are made for the rar est and best, Vesey ; to sbiue iu satin and diamonds.” “Is that all ?” she asked wistfully “All V Is that not enough? It would satisfy most women. Hut to-night it did not satisfy her. Down at tho beginning of tbo long street was a black, low-browed house, liko many others boro, with a shop in the lower story, or, more properly, two, since one window was occupied by a watch-maker, and the other displayed pins, needles, spools of cotton, and such wares Above were two or three rooms with slanting sides, where a deformed girl—a pitiful object to look at—lived with her mother, earning enough by sewing to put bread into their mouths and scanty covering upon their backs —nothing more. Vesey employed them ; from pity mostly, since her work could havo been bettor done elsewhere. She stepped out of the sleigh here at dark one night, and run up the stairs, a roll of work in her hand, bhe had to wait a moment, so she sat down and talked with tho girt, who was young like herself, and not like herself at all. It made hor happier in the happy lot that had sometimes weaned her. it made her thankful for her strong young life, which sho had never named among her blessings, and it shot a gleam of pleasure through the girl s It was a poor room, with the paper torn and soiled, and of. many patterns upon the walls ; with the bare boards of tho floor yawning, rising, toto toll ing uneasily ; with the dun ligat stru B dinw through tho uncurtained win dows that peered from under the eaves like eyes from overhanging brows. - tow voice in a continuous murmur, fell upon Vesey’a ear. It seemed to come frpm the next room. “What is that ?” “That’s’m ?” The girl s pale face grow- Wight. “It’s the minister, Mr. llayes. Ho comes and prays with mother, now shoh, sick ’ The voice eoasod. bhe heard his stop upon the stairs. It was hut a second ; he could not havo reached the street, when a -brick from the DAWSON, GA„ THURSDAY MAY# 1871. room he had loft. The girl sat like one paralyzed. Vosey throw open tho door. A swift line of light ran adown tho bod. It burst inso a llamo, iu tho midst of which the sick woman strug gled. Tho overturned candle at her head told the story. It was an instinct —there was no time for thought— which made Vesey drag tho square of carpet from the floor, and press it down upou the flames. They shot out into her face. Thoy seemed to catch away her breath. Thoy licked hor arm.— They strove and fought, and well nigh overcame—all in a rnomont that soemod hours to tho girl, who throw horsolf upon tho bed, smothering tho flames by hor own weight. Thoy wore conquered at last. The silent, breathless struggle was over. “If someone would ouly bring a light! Oh doar ! what shall Ido Don’t,” to tho deformed girl, who shrieked and called upon her raotkor. Vesoy had not heard the strong step springing up tho stairs —tho opening of tho door. Some ouo stood beside hor in a moment, lamp in hand. It was Paul. “Is sho dead?” gasped Vesey, shrinking from tho bed. He threw back the scorched blan ket that hid tho motionless form. “No, not dead; but I think she has fainted. Or tho ilamos—l must go for a doc tor. Stay here, if you are not afraid. Oh hush! hush!” to tho frightened girl; “it is nothing, I hope Get some water for tho lady ; and sprinkle her face,” ho said to Vosey. Then ho was gone. Sho did as ho had told her—wait ing, watching tho blackoned mass sho dared not touch. It was frightful, with that still, white faco shining out of tho darkness. Was it death ? No; there was a faint quivering of the eye lids—that first sign of returning con sciousness—a feeble moan. Thorn Paul came. Oh L the rush of joy, of blinding tears, of sudden faintness, that overpowered her when she heard his stop. The grim-faced doctor be hind him walked straight to the bed “Thero are no deep burns, I think,” ho said at length. “Tho blanket saved her. Tho shock has done more than tho fire. A sponge —ah, that will do ! Now some water, and some linen rags.” There was none. Vesoy quietly held out hor dainty handker chief. “II—m!” he said, and tore his own into strips. “Aud now youf' Jle turned to Ye sey. ...... “I have no burns;” Indeed sbe felt no pain. Tho doctor raised hor hand, and hold it out to Paul. The sleeve was cut away from her wrist, as by a ragged knife with a blackened edge. Tho ilosh • was like a flame. Paul’s teeth shut tight and quick to gether. Something sprang into his eyes, not tears alone. Then Vosey Logan to tromlite ; and, conscious at last of tho cruel pain that bit and tore hor hand, she solibod liko a hurt child. “Don’t mind,” sho tried to say. “Don’t look at mo. It’s only away. Haul bathed hor hand. She re membered afterwards bow tenderer than any woman’s had been bis touch. “Let her cry,” said the doctor, in a voice that must havo boon given by mistake to tho grim face. “And now she’d better go homo.” Ho rose from tho bod. Ho took tho unharmed hand in his. “bile’s a bravo girl.” He looked away from her to I’uul, but still he held her hand right in his. “God bless you, child ! Now go home and go to bed.” Dual lifted hor into the sleigh and wrapped tho robes about her. It seemed suddenly as if they bad known each other a lifetime —sho and l\i,d ; as if they could be strangers to each other again. Sho hold out her hand. It was the ono he had bound up. Ho took it tenderly in both his own. “Tho brave, strong band l” bo said, bend iuc over in tbo darkness —“tho hand that saved a life to-night.” There was to boa bazar, to raise money for tho poor. It opened tho next evening. Tho winter had boon hard and cruel, and charity, somewhat exhausted, needed a spur. Vesey had promised to tend a booth. “You must not think of going,” hor father exclaimed. Darrel, too, who foresaw a quiet hour with her alone, if she remained at home. He had something to tell, something to ask for, and a ring to give. Alas for him! He had kept his words too long. A year ago they would have been manna to her heart. “But I am quite well,” she pleaded, “except my hand, and that has eoasod to pain me.” Indeed her face was radiant. So she drossod horsoll with quaint simplicity iu something soft and gray, that wrapped her liko a cloud, with only tho braids of her heavy hair for ornament j only hor shining eyos for gems Then she went and took hor The evening was half over. Dar rel had boon hor shadow. Sho was tired ; tired of lus eyes that followed Per whichever way sho turned ; tired of his flattering words ; tired of lnm Ho moved away at last. Then, and not until then, she saw Haul- Ho tamo straight to her. “Are you well onougn to be hero , he asked, without a word of grouting, as though they had not parted. 'You frightened mo with your white ! face just now. “I was tired. 1 I wanted to go home.” “Will yon go now ?' ho askou ' quickly. “Are you strong enough to ! walk V” I toOh yes,' i “Then como. It was strangely pleasant to bo bid den ; to follow meekly. Thoy had reached the stairs de scending to the street whou they met Darrel Winslow. “Vosey ! whore are*.uu going?” he scowled and noddud at Paul. “Home.” “But it is beginning to rain, and you have no cloak. Go back aud I’ll got a carriage.” He laid lift hand upon tho wrapper over Paul’s arm. Paul looked at Vesoy. What did ho road in her faco ? > “Lot Miss Welles decide,” ho said in a hard, strango vajjeo. Ho was try ing to bo calm#% keep his hands from this man wbilkad suddenly come botwoon them. Hgfrturned to Vosey again, llis very pale ; his eyes Wore full olqrreadiug. “Think a moment. Will Tide with him, or will you walk n idi mo ? Sho did hot spoil:. &’io only smilod and laid hor hand within his arm. j He would have boon more than hu man to havo kept back tho triumph in his eyes. Darrol started ; thon wheeled and left thorn. “But think a moment.” Paul’s voice grew gentle now. “It will boa long road—a road that has no turn.” But still she smiled. “A rough way, prokaps, and your feet are tender.” “I will walk with you,’’ sho said. The Xndiaiitcil Island. A wonderful stream U» the river Time, As it runs ttt~ongh the realms of tears. With a fuultleaa rhythm, ami a musical rhyme, And a broader sweep and a surge sublime, And blends with the ocean of years. There’s a musical isle up the river Time, Where the softest of airs are playing; There's a cloudless sky, and a tropital clime, ■ An.il a song as sweet as :i vesper chum*, eind the tunes with the roses are staying. The name of this isle is the “I-ong Ago,” And we bury our treasures there ;• There are brows of beauty, and bottoms of snow, There are heaps of dust, but, we loved them so, 1 hero are trinkets, aud tresses of hair. There uro fragments of songs that nobody sings And a part of an infant’s prayer, There’s a lute unswept, and a h»rp without strings, There are broken vows, aud pieces of rings, And the garment she used to wear. There are liaudd that arc waved when the fairy shore Jly the mirage is lifted in air. And we sometimes hear through the turbulent roa r Sweet voices we heard in thedny* gouo before, irhcn the v iud do.vu the river is fair. Oh, remembered for aye be that blessed isle, AW the day of life till night; And when evening comes with its beautiful smile, And our eyes are closing to slumber uw’hilo May that' Green vV v od“ of soul be in sight. The Cox federate Ori’uaxs. —Those little ones came among us and with their swoot childish songs, their gen tle manners, and happy tiustful faces so ond oared themselves to our people that they will not soon forgot them. — Wo wondered where they were on our Memorial Day, and this morning a let ter comes from Quitman, Brooks coun ty, from a dear little girl, who says tho Confederate Orphans wore there yesterday, and assisted iu tho decora tion of tho graves of our honored he roes. Someone remarked : “There is tho grave of a member of a Mississip pi regiment, it has his initials on it. Two little girls from that State wont to it and found that it was their father's grace. His name was Hudson. They had not known whore, or how he died, or where his remains rested. They can rest assured now that nothing was neglected that willing hands and ten der hearts could do for him. Tho Brooks county ladies were noble ex emplar. 1 * of tho patriotism of tho wo mon of tho South. And in that sun ny God’s Acre in Quitman, whore some of our doarost treasures lie buried, bis sleep will be swoot till tho sound of tbo last great trumpet. There wc hope to meet many of tho rank and silo of those <vuo laid down thoir lives for tho cause wo deemed right, tho cause wo hold jo ieax.—Al bany Newt. A hkvexgeful traveler on a certain railroad packed a carpet bag full of loaded revolvers, and handed it to a gentlemanly baggage-smasher who had ruined throe or four trunks for him already. The smasher flung the bag up against the wall savagely, and then threw it on the floor and stamped on it as usual. At about tho fourth jump, firing commenced along the whole lino. Forty-six revolvers went off in rapid succession, distributing bullets around tho car with disgusting carelessness of tho legs of tho smash er, who was shot in six places before lio coujd get out of the car. Ho rode upon the platform during the wholo of that trip, and when he did enter tho car ho encased his legs in stovo pipes, and ran an iron-clad snow-plow in front of him to push tho baggage out with. 110 smashes perhaps fewer carpet bags now than he onco did in the blissful past—much fewer; and he is filled with gloom. Tho only boon lie craves is, that lie may be present when tho car]>ot bag owner calls with his check. lie says thero will then bo a conflict which will make tho Euro pean war perfectly ridiculous. ‘Doctor, what do you think is the matter with my little boy?’ ‘Why, it’s only a corrustified exegesis anti spasrnodically emanating from tho germ of the animal refrigerator, pro ducing a prolific source of irritability in the porioianieal epidermis of the mental profundity.’ ‘Ah, that’s what I tol l Botov, but she ’lowed twas 1 wurrums.’ v liases of Social IX it alii) in StW Kugltiiitl. Harper't Magazine is good authority, especialy iu matters pertaining to ne gro civilization, Now Euglaud misceg enation, &c., aud “Harper says” The actual, practical social composition and status of tho froedmun seems to bo up here in tho North, pretty much as it was before we had a Fifthteenth A mendmont. To all appearances he doesn’t work harder; doesn’t go to meeting more frequently; aud differ from Sambo of old only perhaps in this, that ho votes. Perhaps—aud it s to bo hoped that it will—tho sense of this great privelogo may iu the time arouso his ambition for bettor things. In New England, ns por the following anecdote, liis position is much as it was of yoro. Mr. Dickerson, is a col ored barber in ouo of tho largest towns iu Massachusetts, was ono morning shaving ono of kis customers, a respectable citizen, when a convex-sa il >n occurred between thorn respecting Mr. Dickerson’s former connection with a colored church iu tho place. “I believe you are connected with* thd church iu Elm street, Mr. Dicker son ? ’ said tho costomcr. “No, sail, not at all.” “Why, are you not a member of tho African church. “Not dis year, sail.,’ “Why did you not leave their com munion, Mr Dickerson, if I may be permitted to ask ? ‘ Why, I tell you, sail ’ said Mr. Dickerson strapping a concavo razor on tho palm of his hand, “it was joss liko dis. I jined dat church iu good fait: gib ten dollars toward do stated preachin’ of do gospel do fus year, and do poopel all callod mo Brobor Dick erson. Do secoud year my bisinoss not good, aud I only gib five dollars - Dat year do called me Mr. Dickerson. Dat rasor hurt you, sail ? “No, sir, goes tolerably well.” “Well, sah, do third year I fell ber ry poor—sickness iu my famly - an L gib nufilu for tie proohiu. Well, soli, alter dat do called me 010 Nigger Dickerson, aud I left’ ’ era.” “So saying, Mr. Dickerson brushed his customer’s hair and the gentlemen departed, woll satisfied with the rea son why Mr. Dickerson loft his church. Gf.r>tan War Vessel .\TCH.vni.r.sTox. —On Monday, for tho first time in somo years, a war vessel representing tho great German nation arrived at the port of Charloston. Sho is called tho Meteor, and is returning from a two years’ cruise on the coast of Venezuela and among tho West India Islands, where she has boon engaged in protect ing tho important Gorman shipping in terest in that part of tho world. In November she had nn action with tho French war steadier Lo Bouvet, iu which she was handled with skill and success. The Meteor was built in Dantzig, in 1804, and is classed as a gunboat; has four officers and about sixty men, her armament being three riiled breech-loaders, two of which tiro tliirty-six and one seventy-two pound shelL Her olfieors are Captain Er nest lvnorr, Lieutenant Blondormann, Surgeon Wiedemian and sixty men.— Savannah Republican. “Now,, gentlemen,” said a peripa tetic lecturer to a somewhat noisy crowd who had gathered to ono of his seances in an Eastern village, “how would you like to hoar a blackguard story ? All in favor will raiso their hands.” Nine-tenths of the dextor paws wont up, and there was a sudden hush of alt noisy demonstrations. Tho lecturer went on with his original subject for a few minutes, when sotno incautious individual broke out with —“Say, whore’s tho story ?” “Bless you,” was the reply, “I did not intend to tell any such sto’y. I only wanted to know liow many Mack-guards are present” You might havo heard a pin drop any time during tho lecture, after that. Tho Five Great l’owors —Love, money, ambition, rovongo and a good dinner. A gentleman took a lady out to rido tho other evoning, and came homo with a false curl attached to the but ton on tho side of his cap. Ho won ders how it could havo got thoro. My friend, havo you sufficient con fidence in me to loan mo a dollar ? ‘Ob,yes, confidence enough, but no dollar.’ Young Swell—‘l say, boy, what do you do with your clothes when you've worn them out? ‘Wu&rs’cin -’oino a gaiu.’ A young lady upon ono occasion as ked hor lover to deflno love. ‘Well Sal, said be, ‘lt is to mo an inward knpressibillity and an outward all overishness.’ A reader writos that ho takes no stock in tho new woman’s club. Ho says tho old woman’s club is enough for lnm, and frequently too much. Some people are never, never con tented. After having all their limbs broken, their heads siliaslted and their brains knocked out, they will actually go to law to got more damages. epitaph ox a nisei.iops max. At rest beneath this slab of stono, Lies stingy Jimmy Wyett; Ho died one morning just at ten, And caved a dinner by it. Is your note good? asked a. mer chant the other day of a person who otiered a note for a lot of goods •Weil,’ replied (ho purchaser. ‘I should think it ought m be ; every | body Las got om.' Tho Dawson Journal. ADVERTISING RATES : NO. SQUARES. ON* MONTH. TWO MONTHS, i I j TURKS m"tHB. j I 81 X MONTHS. ! " ~ ■" "I' 03l« YIAR. on*. $ sOO f sOn $ 700 sl2 80 S2O 00 two 800 7 60 10 00 18 00 25 00 turn* 700 10 On 12 Oo 20 00 30 00 reus 900 12 00 16 00 25 00 40 00 f 10 Oo 18 00 25 00 40 00 SO 00 i 15 oo ;a oo 35 oo so oo lio oo 1 Out. 25 00 40 00| 60 00 110 00|200 0 71V# vtdvet'llSCi'H :—The inouey for ad vertising considered due after first inser tion. 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FARRAR UAS located in this city, and offers Inn Procession'd sorvie-s to the public. 1 Office next door lo the “Journal Office,” on Main Street, wlieie he can he found in the Jay, unless professionally engaged, and at night at his residence opposite die Baptist church leb. 2,tf: c. R WOOTKN. *• HOYI.K. WOOTEN & HOYLE, .Attorneys at X#aw, f>.f J! wo.r. e.f. Jan 6-Iy. C.W. WARWICK, Att’y at Law and Solicitor in Eqaity SUITuvILLS , OA. Will practice in South Western and Palatila circuits. Collections promptly remitted. K. J. WARREN, ATTORNEY AT LAW, .SUffKSFIM.II, - - - A PROCLAMATION. GEORGIA. Hij R UFUS n. IIULL 0 CK, Governor of Said Slatr. Whereas, Official isfoimation has heen res Cfrived at this Department that on the 15th A/irclt last the body of a oolorod man named Samuel Green was fouud at a place abou* fiv-J miles from the towuof Albany, in the county of Dougherty, ami upon examina tion by the Coroner’s jury, the evidence dis closed the fact, that the said Green was mur dered by one Jtck-on Cclbreth alias Cuthbert, colored, who has fled from jus- tice ; And whereas, the Sheriff of said county of Dougherty certifios to mo, that the said CVd'.roth is a notorious desperado, an" that ho has used every possible means in his pow cr to apprehend him, but without avail, and that the offering of a suitable reward is es sential as a means of makiug certain the ai j rest of said Colbreth. Now, therefore, I havo thought proper to issue tins, my proclamation, hereby offering a reward of One Thousand Dollars for the apprehension and delivery of the said Col breth alias Cuthbert, with evidence Isufficicnt m convict, to the Sheriff of said eounty aud S'.it'e, in order that he may he brought to trial for the offense with which he stands charged. Given under my hand and (he Great Seal of theSta'e, at the Capitol in Atlanta, this Fourth day of -April, in the year of our L- rd Eighteen Hundred and Seventy One, and of the Independence of the United States of America the Niuuty Gita. /iUFUS B. BULLOCK. By the Governor : D win 0. OoTt'isG, Secretary of State. April 10-lw. DR. SHALUEMBEHCER S Fever and Ague antidote Always Stops the Chills. This Medicine has heen hefore the Pub lic fifteen veers, and is .still ahead of all other known rcinodies. It does no* purge, dc*s not sicken the stomach, is perfectly ease in city dose aad under ati circum stances, ai 1 is the only Mcdic'ue that will Cllfifi MY! hi ED! AY E <- Y and permanently every form of hover and A jtie, because it in a perfect .lufci* dote to Jfulariu. Sold by t-ll Druxshits. VOL. VI.--K 0 12. Dawson Business Diieclory, Dry Uoorlx Mticlmntx. C~ RI.n,A TUCKER, Dealer, IU Dry Goods Clothing, Bools snd Shoes Groceries &c. A ltio agents for some of tho moat approved Fertillzors. Main Street. KITTNEIt, EDWARD, Dealer in Staple and Fancy Dry Goods, Groceries Hardware, Crockery etc. ORK, W. F. Dealer In Fancy and «C*~ rdc Dry Goods, Main st., next door to J. )V. Rcddirk’s. Oroccry Meieliauh. HOOD, IS. 11., Dealer in Groceries'and Family supplies generally, at W. f. Orr's old etaud, under ‘Journal Offloe, Main st. IOYI.ESS, .1. E. Grccer and Com- U mission J/erchaut, Doaler in BacOD,- Flour, Liquors, Sic. > REDDICK, J. Grocer dealer in Ba con, Flour, Lard, Tobacco, fee. “ hardware. Tee A BROTHER, Dealers in J Hardware. Iron sod Steel, Wagon Tim ber? and Plantation Tool". Also Manufao i:rr>rn of Tin Ware,Main st., at J. B. Perry s 'old stand. BALDWH, ANDREW.'DeaIer in Dry Goode, Groceries, Hardware Ca+ tcrly, Furniture, 2d door from the Hotel. - Druggists. CHEATS! A 11, C. A., Druggist and Physician. Will visit by day or night, patients in Town or Country—will prescribe for any and all ihe ills that ilesh is he.fr to. Keeps a complete supply of Drugs aud Meds iciues School Books and stationary Gar den Seeds &y, &c., At his old stand. The Red Drug Storo on Main St., TEP. US Strict ly Caeh for all articles sold. Monthly settle ments for Professional .Services. TANEw, DR. J. H., Doa'cr in el Drugs; J/rdieines, Oils, Paints, Dv* Stuffs, Garden Seed, Sic., Sic. I.ivery Siable. I>K 3 ACE, ». fS. A .1. K., Bale, l Feed and Livery .Stable. - Carriages, Huehs, Buggies, Drays, Wagons, Harness anil Mules for sale or tiire. Horses boarded at reasonable raten. Depot Street. BL ICKSMITII U3lH*. WARE, RAW DALE. Wiil mako \V und repair Wagons, Buggies Plows, Dickson Sweep, Shoeing horses, near Post Office, Always ready to .do work good aruT cheap. Jan. 19-Iy FASHIONABLE RESAURAHT, Bakery, Confectionery, AND TOY STORE JL SOLOMON, having completed his • arrangement* for the Fall trade, take* this method of informing the publite that he has, and will constantly keepon hand, every thing to Sflibfy the appetite, and if yon have no appetite, can fix you up sometbiug to give you ouc. THE RESTAURANT will l>« emptied, daily, with tiebh hish, Oys ter*, Old Virginia Bfltf Stenk, etc., aitd will fu.tiish to families, three times a week, Porte or Beef £fai’gage # of hi* O’vn make. PoWto Waiters, good Oookfl, who will prepare your meals in ♦iie latest ala mode without any ex tra charge for the fancy tuune. THE BAKERY . , is presided over by an eiperieueed hand, anrf nc lire prepared to fnrni-b everything neces sary for Parties, Baiti and Suppers, private or public. CONFECTIONERY. . This Department is supplied with all kinds of Plain and Fancy Candies, from the heat .Wanufactoriev, together with everything usually kept in a First class Confectionery establishment. THE TOYS . , have heen 8. lee ted from one of tho Guest stocks in New York, and the purchaser bait an eye to tho t isles of all the little ones, and can furnish the boys with anything from a Wooden Pistn! to a Fire A’ngine; mid the little girl* with any thing trotn a Wax D<j\\ to a complete out-fit (or house keeping. 1 will take pleasure in waiting on custo mer*, and futnUhing them with anything I have or can get for the ‘‘C A S IlV* J. L. SOLOMAN, Oct. i.i-tf. Trutiiet* II A V O N, COM * FLOOR FOR SALE 0 m Time, BY KNOTT Si fEEPLE*, A ousts. e _y-(lffioe :it the Store of 11. C. !\ epics, l.oviesij Blocfe. April 20-SJtrt. gtMe of Georgia, BEP. HIM hV f OF STATE,' £ Atlanta, April 12, 18? 1 j OP.DKEBD ! . -i By his ««ccH»ucv, the Govern:', that in> proclm tion of the ‘-Kith August, 1 ft*;?, offer ing a reward es Due Thousand AllUrs for the apprehension .and deliver? of one Jo.’ix Pftsam, charged with the murder of Noih Bell, with evidence to coutiet, to the /f ieriff of Cherokee county, bey and here by revoked., Divan under :uy hand and seal of idficc. DAVID-G. COITIMi, ,*cr 2%4t aeoteurc of otatt
