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THE DAWSON JOURNAL.
VYOI, 22°
PEN PICTURES.
A dainty blue-eyed baby girl
sitting for the first time in her
high chair with the faiaily at the
stately dinner. The first-born
daughter, the father’s pride, the
mother’s joy; so bright, so win
some; giving such fair promise of
a sunny childhood, a true girlhood
and a brave womanhood. The
wine is being poured, and in
childish wonder the little one begs
to Le allowed to taste it. Not a
moment does the mother hesitate;
‘no shadow of the fature falls
across that ‘waily:lighted- table to
warn her of the terrible result of
that first fatal taste. 'The child
crows and laughs and begs for
more. More is given. By and by
the little one grows sleepy, and is
carried by the nurse to the couch
which, years afterward, the guilty
mother, remembering, wishes had
been her last resting place.
Ten years later. A young girl,
with nervous air and stealthy
tread, creeping to the locked side
board and looking for the missing
keys. Vainly she searches. With
angry frown she turns away and
examines eagerly.the contents of
her pocket book. The father,who
used to be so generous with his
little danghter, dares mnot give
.her spending mouvey now. Ihe
purse is empty. Quictly, and to
avoid suspicion, she arranges in
the study all her materials for
painting—for she is skilled for
l oue so youug, in the use of water
colors. Then she ereeps away to
her room, and, hiding a jewel in
ber hand, goes secretly out of the
side door, and rushes to a pawn
broker’s. She does not stay to
argue with him, though she knows
Le is cheating her, but hurries to
the liquor saloon and slips in the
door above which is writ
ten ‘Family Entrance’ A few
hours afterward a carriage stops
at the father's mansion, and she
is borne unconscious and intoxi
ed to her 'dain)&ly\furnished
foorh, [ |
Two, more years drifted by.
Weary, sad, anxious yea}é. Tears,
entre‘yhes, threats and/pramises,
alikg{ have proved uunjéh'ng.
thgmansicn blinds_ are always
closed now. No laughter rings
through the halls. Only the near
est of kin erosses the threshold.
Ina padded. darlkened room,
with chains upon the white wrists
and chains upon the ankles, sits
the fair-haired, blue-eyed daugh
ter, not yet sixteen. The beauty
is faded, the face is bloated and
scarlet and the light of reason is
gone,
Sometimes she raves wildly,and
begs passionately for the poisen
which has ruined her, and then
they go away and leave her alone
with the misery which is too
heart-breaking to witness.
Again, rocking to and fro as
her mother enters and sits beside
her, she moans:
“Won't you call my mother?
Oh, I've lost my mother! 1 want
my mother!”
In vain the mother winds her
arms around her daughter, scok
ing to soothe her. lln vain she
calls her all the pet names of hLer
childhood. All in vain! She on
ly moans piteously:
“I've lost my mother! Ob, I
want my mother!” :
God pity her!
Faney sketches, these? ' Nay, 1
wish they were. They are paint
ed from life!
Some Retired Polticians.
From the Nashville Union (Dem-)
William Walter Phelps says he
went to Maine to sce Blaine, and
they talked four days and nights
and mnever mentioned polities.
“We talked about everything else
‘under the sun but polities.” Of
course not: Phelps went a thou
‘sand miles to see him o’purpose to
avoid talking polities. - Blaine
dreams every night about not
‘ talking politics and awakes talk
ing about not dreaming politics.
He discusses learnedly sixteen
hours a day about how he will not
talk politics.
If you have a cough or cold, do
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Dawson, Ga., Thursday, May 13th., 1886.
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; UNTIiL DEATH. =
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“Make me no vows of constancy, dear
friend, !
'l‘ul love me tho' I die, thy whole life
ong, 1 i
And love no other till thy da & shall end--
* Nay, it were rash and wrong.
If thou canst love another, eit so; ;
I would not reach ont of nn{ quict grave
To bind thy heart, if it shou \d choose to
£o--
Love should not be a slave.
My placid ghost. I trust, will walk serene
In cleaver light than guilds these earthly
norns, i
Above the jealousies and e avies keen
« Which sow this life with thorns
Thou wouldst net feel my: shadowy caress
If, after death, my sotil should linger
| here; i |
Men's hearts crave tangible, close tender
ness
Loi\'c’s’ presence warm /And near
It wg‘lxfld not make e :adleep imore peace-
Ny
That thou wert wasting all thy life in
woe i
For my poor sake; wha'; love thou hast,
for me / :
Bestow it ere I go,
Carve not upon a stone, when lam dead,
Thq praises which remorseful mourners
give |
To woman’s grave— & tardy recompense—
But speak them v thile 1 live.
Heap not the heavy marble on my head
To shut away the gunshine and the dew;
Let blooms grow th ere and grasses wave
And rain drops fdter through,
Thou wilt meet, many fairer and more
gBy
Tl;‘.'u:l I; but t rust me, thou canst never
in
One who will ] pve thee, night and day,
With a mor: single mind.
Forget me 1 fhen I die! The violets
_Above my 1 est will blossom just as blue,
Nor miss thy tears; €'en Nature's self for
gets ¢
But while I live, be true!”
A DEFEXN SE OF MAN’S RIGHTS.
F'rom Harpe ¢'s for May
A West >rn correspondent sends
the following:
I recently listened te a debate
in one of the sechool lyceums of
this city upon the novel and mo
mentaus question of “woman suf
frage.
The deb ater upon the “anti-wo
man” side; was doubtless engaged
in his first effort, and this faect, to
gether -with a slight impediment
of speech and a most original se
ries of arguments, combined to
produce one of the funniest and
most uvanswerable speeches that
I had aver heard. Here it is al
most “m fall:
“Ladies and gentlemen, the first
thing to find out is w-w-what
me) was m-made for and what
w—w-w-woman was made fort
God created Adam first, and put
bim in the garden of Eden. Then
He made Eve,and p-put her there,
too. li{ He hadn’t c-created Eve,
there never would have been all
’ the s-s-sin there is mow in this
‘w-world. If He hadn’t made Eve
} she never would have p-picked
‘the apple and eaten it. N-n-no,
she never would have picked it
and g-given it to Adam to eat.
Paul in his epistles says w-w-wo
men should k-keep still. And
besides, 1-ladies and gentlemen,
women couldn’t fill the offices. I
d-d-defy anyone to p-point out a
woman in this city or c-c-country
that could be sheriff. Would a
woman t-turn out in the dead of
night to track and arrest and a m
m-murderer? I say n-no! Ten fo
one she would elope with him!” And
amid thunders of applause and
langhter the gallant defender of
man’s rights triumphantly tock
his seat.
A Captain’s Fortunate Discovery.
Capt. Coleman, schooner Wey
mouth, plying between Atlantic
City and N. Y., had been troubled
with a cough so that he was una
ble to sleep, and was induzed to
try Dr. King’s New Discovery for
Consumption. It not only gave
him instant relief, but allayed the
extreme soreness in his breast.
His children were similarly af
fected and a siugle dose had the
same happy effect. Dr. King's
New Discovery is now the stand
ard remedy in the Coleman house
hold and on board the schooner.
Free trial bottles of this Standard
Remedy at Crouch Bro’s Drag
Store.
A minister in Lowell, Mass.,
has been obliged to give up
preaching on account of {rouble
in his throat. If this reverend
gontleman had taken Dr. Bull's
Cough Syrup he would still have
been a useful member of his pro
fession.
“Neither rhyme nor reason can
express how much I value a care
T'e fonnd for my weak ankle,” she
gaid. “What can it be?” Faney
a woman never having heard of
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MURDER WILL OUT.
Gaines Edwards Charged with the
Murder of His Wlife Thirty-
Two Years Ago.
Thirty-two years ago Jesse
Gaines Edwards, known among
his neighbors as “Gaines Ed
wards,” was a farmer of small
means living a few miles from
Buena Vista, in Marion county.
Besides his wife and several chil
dren, a young man, Daniel Ma
jers, 18 years of age, and his sis
ter, a pretty maid of sixteen sum
mers, were inmates of his family.
‘Gaines Edwards, at that time, was
in the middle of life, being 44
years old, :
In the month of Mareh, 1854,
about 11 o’clock at night, Mrs.
Gaines was found in the kitchen
hanging by the neck dead. The
coroner’s inquest, after hearing
the testimony, said it was a case
of suicide,
The grave closed over the mys
terics of the deed, the people
ceased to talk and wept about
their business. Only a few weeks
after the settlement was startled
anew by the marriage of Gaines
Edwards to pretty Miss Majers.
The old ladies of the neighbor
hood resumed the talk about “the
Edwards”, and one would whis
per to another the belief that
Gaines Edwards hung his wife.
Time continued to go—weeks,
months. years went by, and still
the old ladies at the quiltings
would speak of “about the time
Gaines Edwards hung his wite,”
and then it come about that Mitch
Blanford, who was run away at
the time, saw him pull the table
from under her and let her dan
gle in the air. But Miteh was a
negro, a slave belonging to M. H.
Blanford, now Judge Blanford.
His deposition was rot good in
court. And so matters went until
17 years have passed, and still
Gaines Edwards tilled the soil
and sent his children to school in
Marion county. He then moved
away—went West. After eight
years he again set his face toward
the rising sun, came back to Geor
gia and settled in Randolph coun
ty. Three years ago he moved to
Dale countg, Ala., his present
home. And still the old people
of Marion county remembered
‘about the hanging of Gaines Ed
wards’ wifo. Miteh Blanford be
came [ree, and his oath was good
in court. A few years ago the
matter was brought before the
grand jury.
A true bill was found charging
Gaines Edwards with murder.
Last Tuesday Mr. Dick Donnan,
Deputy Sheriff of Marion county,
returned from Alabama with the
old man, now 76 years old. Next
week he will be brought before
the Suaperior Court upon the
charge of murder alleged to have
been committed 32 years ago.
His second wife is still living, has
a large family—children and
grand children, |
The old man was not placed in
jail, but was allowad the freedom
of the county until next Monday. ‘]
Some believe him guilty, others
assert his innocence, and confi
dently predict his acquittal. l
Killing Birds by Violent Speeci:.
The Boston Journal says: *lt
is well known that birds are very
sensitive to tones of the voice and
are terrified at any loud, angry
words. A lady who wished to
make a bobolink stop singing at
last scolded it in a loud voice, and
then took up a scarf and shook it
in rebuke at the caged bird. Ina
moment the bird was still and a
short time after made a fluttering
about the cage. Its owner turned
to the bird and was shocked to see
it fall dead. Unkind words had
killed it.” We know of two cases
similar to this. In une case a ca
nary bird and in the other a mock
ing bird died within five minutes
after being spoken to in a violent,
angry tone.— Our Dumb Aunimals.
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| JEFF. DAVIS’ MOTHER. |
‘A Yankee Tells How a Promise to Her
b Got His Parele.
l While Jeff Davis is swinging
‘round the circles and the discus
sions of the survival of his hard
}shell secession spirit are heard
everywhere, I am reminded of a
little story told me a half dozen
years ago away up on the Yankee
beach at Hampten, in New Hamp
shire. A sturdy sailor told it to
me as he rowed me out from shore
past a tent on the sand where the
pura-souled Quaker poet, Whittier,
was summering. ,
' “] wes & union soldier,” said
my boatman, “and had the mis
fortune to fall into the rebel
clutches. It was believed that I
possessed valuable information,
and it was in the laster part of the
war and the Confederates were
hard pressed; defeats one after
another had driven them to des
peration. When I was captured,
therefore, under ecircumstances
that seemed to show that I was
bent on some special mission, my
captors determined to use all
means in their power *o secure
possession of every secret in my
possession. I was confronted
with craelty, but they learned
nothing. Then the town where 1
was held a prisoner was visited
by Jeft Davis himself, and along
|with other Yankee prisoners I
was marched out for exhibition
before him. It was a wonderful
gpectacle enacted there. Never
had I seen a man so worshipped.
Had he been a king, and those
who waited upon him his elaves,
he could not have received gieat
er deference. This was on Sun
day afternoon and the air was
balmy; it wag a perfect day. DBat
even if rain and snow and sleet
and lightuing had been in the at
mosphere, still it would have
seemed a perfect - day for me.
For the eare-worn face of the old
Confederate chieftain lighted up
with & smi'e as he made a speech
to the dozen of us held in impris
onment at rebel mercy.
““This day, he said, ‘is the
birth day of my mother, and I
promised her long ago thaton
this day I would always do some
good deed in her remembrance.
Now for her sake and for the love
I owe her I set you free. You
are to go in peace. You have
learned little here that can do
‘the Confederacy harm even if you
tell it all, but I think I can count
on your maumiood far enough to
accept freedom without striving
to use it for meanness. Whatay
er the end of this conflict is, you
‘may remember one thing: That
Jefferson Davis was not all a
fiend, and that he kept sacredly
the pledge he made a noble-heart
ed woman--his mother.’ ‘
“We were escorted that night
beyond the confelerate lines and
were free. And I think enough
of the old traitor”—went on my
boatman, resting on his oar—“l
think enough of the old traitor to
ship him every year a box of the
finest fish that can be caught in
these waters. He showed himself
a man to me.”, ;
Al’s Fair in Love,
An amusing incident is told of
the courting of the Rev. Dr. Na
thaniel Appleton, one of the ear
liesv ministers of Ipyswich, Massa
chusetts. It appears that while
evgaged in wooing a young la
dy who lived lin Watertown, he
one day happened to call at her
house and discovered that a rival
suitor had dropped in to see his
sweetheart, leaving his horse
hitched up to the front fence.
Mr. Appleton, seeing how mat
ters stood, fastened his owa horse
to the front fence, end, untying
the other, seut him careering
down the street with a stroke of
his whip. He then entered the
house and coolly told his rival
that he had just seen a horse
runping away, and inquired if
it might not be his. The owner
thereupon started off in search
of his missing quadraped and
while he was gone Mr. Apple
ton “popped the question,” and—
wag accented.——Boston Traveller,
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Price fifty cents, ‘
HIS WIFE NUMBER TWO.
~ Old Colonel Porterfield wis a
hard man. He worked his wife—
a good, patient woman-—to death
on his plantation. On her death
bed, when too late, his ayes were
opened to the great wrong he had
done and begged her for forgive
ness. :
“It is ensy enough for me to
forgive,” she gasped, “but my for
giveness will not cause your com
ing punishment {o be lessened. I
feel that you arve going to be pun
ished on this eavth.” She tarnaed
her face from him and died.
rw’i‘bo Colonel's. season of grief
‘was not long. He soon put on
‘his best clothes and showed him
self at hog killings and other
places of amusement. His friends
were shocked, but said nothing,
Soon there came in the neighbor
‘hood a graceful woman, Antion
ette Polworth. The Colonel met
her and was charmed. He called
on her. She received him kindly
and eventually they were married.
Six months of almost unbroken
happiness flew away, but now the
Colonel's face sometimes wore an
anxious expression. His wife
was not so fair as she had been,
and the Colonel had discovered
that the waving hair which he
had so much adinired was some
times at night hung on a corner
of the mantelpiece. He found, al
-80, that he Lhad been deceived in
other ways, and the spirit of re
venge arose in Dis injured breast.
“Antionette,” the Colonel one
day remarked, in a voice which
had lost much of wonted gentle
ness, “Carcline is ill to-day, and I
want you to go out and weave
jsans for the negroes. I get a
good price for it, and I cannot af
ford to see the loom idle.”
“Well, then, don’t look at it,”
‘Antionette earelessly replied.
The Colonel nibbled his lip and
sternly said:
_ “Woman, I want no foolish
ness.” !
“Don’t have it,'then.”
“I won't, Go out there and
weave, or you'll feel the ungentle
force of the retributive authority.”
Antionette laughed. The Colo
nel took hold of her nose aud
‘gave it a turn as though he would
‘unserew it. Antiouette put aside
a stceking which she had been
darning, knocked the Colonel
down with a Jightning-like slap,
put one foot under him,threw him
across the room, sat down and re
sumed her peaceful oceupation.
After awhile the Colonel sat up
and gazed at her in astonishment.
“Antionette,” he feebly said.
“Whaut, dear?”
“You needn’t weave.”
“I thank you, dear.”
“Yon have convinced me that a
woman should have a few rights,
but say,how did you doit? Where
did you acquirs the feats which
you have just embodied in such
an unanswerable argument.”
“Colonel,” she replied, “pardon
me for not telling you sooner. 1
wae the cannon-ball woman and
iron-jawed maiden in the cireus.
Doun’t get oxcited, dear. I shail
not give you another exhibition
until ydh attempt to get a divoree
from me. Then I will take you
up in my teeth and shake youn.” 1‘
The Colonel went out, leaned:
against a horse-block and groan
ed. His first wife’s predictions
were verified.
Now Has Faith.
I bad been troubled all winter
with cold and pain in the chest and
got no relief from remedies rec
ommended by druggists and phy
sicians. At the same time I was
advertising Dr. Bosanko’s Cough
and Lung Syrup. I had little
faith, but thought to try it as a
last resort. Now I believe even
more than they tell me of its cura
tive qualities. [From the News,
Elizabethtown, Ky.] Sold by W.
C. Kendrick. |
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A childs greatest enemy is
worms. Who ecan calealate the
misery and suffering a child has
to endure who is infested with
worms? Shrine.’'s Indian Ver
mifuge will destroy and expel
worms from both children and
adults. Only 25 cents a bottle.
Sold lin Dawson. by J. R. Javes’
Hon, |
ACHARMING LITTLE STORY.
Several years ago a mfio{
one of the suburbs had the_ mis
fortune to bacome totally blind, a
cataract forming over his eyes.
While in this eondition his wife
died. A young German girl,
whom the unfortunate man had
never seen, was very attentive to
the wife in hér last illness, and,
after death, did what she could to
make a grief-stricken husband and
his two children as comfortable as
possible.
Such devotion did not go unre
warded. The blind man proposed
and was accepted. He married
the faithful girl. Two children
were the result of their wunion.
During his years of blindness the
sightless man never lost hopes
that some day he might again look
into the beauties of nature and
see the loved ones around him.
A physician was finally songalt
ed who agrzed to attempt- the re
moval of the cataract. Thoe opar
ation was successful, and he from
whom the light of day had been
shut out so many years saw again.
He was almost beside himself
with joy. A friend, who was at
once recognized, came, leading a
lady by the hand.
“Do yoa know who this is?” he
said to the happy fellow.
“No, I do not.”
“That is your wife,” and then
the pair, one of whom had never
seen the other, fell mnto each oth
er's arms, and a domestic scene of
pathetic beauty ensued.
The two children were also
brought in to their father. He
clasped them to his beating heart,
and all the miseries of the past
were forgotten in the j.leasure of
that moment. This is a true sto
ry. The actors in this life pano
rama, covering a period of ten
years, are all alive. The husband
seems as well as he ever did, and
is now in business in this ecity.—
Cincinnati Times.
NO. 1.
The Man With a Mission.
“Am Pickles Smith in de hall
to-night?” anxiously inquired the
president as the notes of the tri
angle died away.
“Yes, sah,”” was the prompt re
sponse.
“You will please step forward;
I hev a few words to say to you.”
“Brudder Smith, it am come to
my knowledge dat you beliove
you has a mission on airth. You
believe it am your solumn dooty
to be on hand at ebery funeral in
vour nayburhood, whether friends
or strangers, an’ offer your sarvices
an’ consolashun. You stand ready
to knock off work in de day time,
an’ te rout out of bed at night, an’
it seems a long week to you when
somebody isn’t on his dyin’ bed
or on de move to'rds d= grave
yard.
“Brudder Smith, you am one of
Lonr oldest an’ best members, an’ [
‘doan’ want to hurt yer feelin's.
Since you took up dat mishun
| your wood pile has run short, your
‘rent gone behind, an’ your fam'ly
looks run down. If I were you
I'd drap it. I'd bring myself to
believe dat de mishan ¢f a mar'd
man was to take good keer of his
fam’ly and lay by a few dollars
fur a rainy day. Pull de stock
in’s off de feet of a woman wid a
mishun an’ you'll find holes in de
heels. Go into de home of a man
wid a mishun an’ you'll find a suf
ferin wife, half-fed children an’ a
hat full of dunnin’ letters. - Brud
der Smith, you may return to
your seat.”
Royal Blood.
We are all kings and queeuns in
this country, and we have a right
to as good blood as that which
courses through the veins of Em.
perors. If the blood is poor and
the cheeks are pale, it is wel)
known that Biown’s Iron Bitters
is the great tonic which will give
eolor, vigor, ad vitality. Mr. M.
K. Gibson, «f West Point, Miss.,
says: “I felt weak and debilita
tel. Browi’s Iron Bitters made
me etrong and well.”
Cure for Piles.
Piles are frequently preeeded
by a seunse of weight in the baek,
loins and lower part of the abdo
men, causing the patient to sup
pose lie has some affection of the
kidneys or neighboring or e
At tiwes, symptoms of inm.
tion are present, flatulency, wnea
siness of the stomach, ete, A
moisture-like perspivasion, pro
ducing a very disagreeable ifi)-
ing, after getting warm, is a gom
mon attendant. Blind, Bleeding
and Itching Piles yield ab once to
to the application of Dr., Bosan
ko's PilelßomMy, which acte i~
ractly upon the parts affected, ab
sorbing the Uumors, allaying the
intense itching, avd effeoting «
permanent eme. Price 50 eents.
Addross the Dr. Bosanko Med
cine Co.. Piqua, 0. Sold by W.
C. Kendrick, Dawson, Ga. ~