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THE DAWSON WEEKLY JOURNAL.
jjy S. B. WESTON.
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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.
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IV.M. IIAKPEH
prpey apil at Law,
w.isrso.Y, «.f.
J. L. JANES,
Attorney At Law,
DAWSOS, H i.
j Office at Court House.
| Feb. 9-6 m,
DR. GT W. 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
