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PIQUANT POINTS :
@ught Here and There for the Jo ur
2 nal Readers.
* Pradstreet estimates the pres
ent cotton Crop at 6,355,000 bales.
et
The whole state of Georgia ap
pears {0 pe afflicted with matrimo
pial fever.
The prisoners convictud of com
/plicity i 0 the Shellman riot have
peen taken to the penitentiary.
A post claims that nothing is
yarmer than woman's love. Wo
man’s love never reaches to her
feet, then. .
Already the solemn and poorly
¢lad negro on the emaciated mule
goeketh the merchant who doth
Jot his goods and rations out on
time.
(laveland shook hands with
8000 paople on' New Year's day.
And yet some people are trying
i maka ua balieve he is in poor
health.
Itiiaail that thars 19 a great
dagreszion in tha buisness of
makiy hotties. The baginess of
emniviay ‘hra is ecarried on as
briakiv as aver
Two of w kind: Thayonth who
aizhss na nal the money back
whioh ha pail for a present to a
gitl, apd the girl who wishes the
moan thing had his old present
back.
Josh Billings says it isa good
plan to coma up to tha back side
of things and work towards tha
front, bat his philosophy wonla
aot work vary wall if appliel to a
mule.
The Otphan’s Home, in Macon,
was baraad one night last week,
throwing forty-five children out
of their bads into th eold night
air and rendering thews homeless.
Sheltar for the poor childrea was
quickly provided.
A man in Peoria,lii. celebrated
the - anniversary of his release
from the Andsrsonville Confeder
ata prison by baking corn eakes
like those on which prison
ers wera fed, and distributing
them among the veterans of that
city.
“Its been give out that my
dangiter was marriel,” said a
Lae county farmer the other day,
“but I want to state that there
sin't ro trath it. Sach talk as
that will keep the youu}; men away.
Bhe aln t moceicd &b all, batis
Jest as willin’ as ever,”
It the state does not know what
to do with her couviets, and it
#Bems she dowvs not, we woull
merely suggest that they be giv
on back to the counmties in which
they were convicted to be worked
upon the public highways. Then
the poople who have been taxed
%o make them conviets will be
benofitted by their labor. —Ogle
thorpe Echo.
A very striet Sanday law went
lfo effect in Loaisiana last
Sunday. The Monday papers
Trom that state are full of tela-
Efams from towus all over tha
stats, the bardan aud sabstance
of each dispatch being that the
Prople of the partienlar tawn from
which it came was kaaping the
Sahhata. [t geems to have baen
8 00vel exparianss ta many.
Now that the fostivitias of the
holidays pre over, the uaripe
Youth of elerking propeusities
doth pat his hand into his pockat
and bringing fortm his collapsed
coin saok findath it empty. At
firat ha is at o {ooss to kvow what
has bacoma of tho hard earnad
Cah that a faw short days ago
did fea) 89 very comforiably
beavy, bat on more matara think
ghe decided that the hazatifal
Prosents he has been lavishing
on tha faw attractive damsels of
his nequniutance have cost hira a
great(?) deal. He immediataly
Tesolves that such will never be
the case again. —Kx.
An amusing ineident oceurred
at a Christmas tree at one of the
®lored churches in Elberton. As
but few of the members coald
read op write, thay salectad a col
°red damsel who had bean to
B¢hool to write the namas on ths
Presents, which she readily con
-Bented to do. When the presents
Yere distrihated and the names
called oug, the asfembly was great
ly Surprised that all the handsom
ot and mest valuable presents
had oy hem the name of the girl
that 4§ 41,9 writing." An mdig-
Mlor mesting was haatily held,
and g, Mi.hib /”}: b'.'
"l ordered, 000
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THE DAWSON JOURNAL.
JORDAN & RAINEY.
| Jeannettr’s Hair.
0, looscn the curls that you wear, Jean
nette,
Let me tangle my handin your hair, my
pet
For the world had to me no daintier sight
Than your brown hair veiling your shoul
ders white.
It was brown with a golden gloss, Jean.
, nette, s
[t was finer than the golden fi-ss my pet;
"Twas a thing to be braided. jewelled and
kisged, ‘
' Pwas the loveliest hair in the world, my
pet.
My arm was the arm of & clown, Jeannette
It was sinewy, bristle anc brown, my pet;
But warmly and softly it loved tu caress
Your round wlute neck and your wealth
of tress,
Your beautiful plenty of hair, my pet.
Your eyes had a swimming glory, Jean
nette
Revealin;’; theé old, dear story, my pet:
They were gray, with the chastened tinge
of the =ky
When the trout leaps quickest to Bnap the
fly
And x"'cy watched your golden hair.,
Tourlips but have no wi wds, Jeannette;
They were fresh a 8 the twitter of birds,
ny pet,
Whea the spring is young and the roges
are wet T 4 % eRN
With the dew-dropsin esch red bssom set
And they muited your goid<hrown hair,
Yy net.
O, you tangled your hair in wmy life, Jean
nette,
*T'was a silken and goiden snare, my pat-
But so liitie thejbondage, my soul did im
piore
The right to contiaue your slave evermore,
With uy fingers immeshed in your bair,
my pet.
Thuz ever I dream whst you were, fean
nette,
With your lips and your eves and your
hair-
In the darkness of desolate yeaga I moan,
Aud uny tears fall bitterly over the stone
That covers yoar gotden hair, my pet.
We Eudorse Them.
The Jour~aL endorses the two
following items written to the
Americus Rocorder by Prof. W.
K. Pilsbury while here on a visit
last week:
Dawson “a gam of a town,” has
passed throuzh up to this time a
very quist Christinas—no disor
der noticed whatever, and but lit
tle drunkenvess seen on the
streets. The morals of this place
are the very best, and of all the
towns of Southwest Georgia Daw
son holds a place the equal of sny
in hospitality, intelligence, refine
ment and sobriety.
Your community is to be con
gratulated on the appointment of
the Rev. A. M. Williams t» the
pastorate of the Methodist church
in your gity. Mr. Williams for
two years was pastor of the Maeth
odist church at this place, and
with his lovaly wife endeared
themselves to every one who was
an fortnhate as to meet with them.
Burglary at Preston. -
~ Ou Saturday night last a num
ber of thiaves effeected an entrance
into the depot of the A. P. & L.
railroad company at Preston and
carried off a large quantity of
meat, flour coffee and othsr arti
cles that were stored there. The
barglary was discovered early
Soud2y moruning, and parties at
once orgsnized to huant up the
perpetrators, and late in the after
noon of the sams day succeeded
in finding the entire lotof goods
concealed beneath a pile of logs
in Kinchafoenes swamp. A
guerd was put over the pile with
the hoy e that the thieves would
return duving the night for the
goods, aud thus be captured, but
the plan leaked cutand the thieves
were doubtless put upon notice,
ag they failed to put in an ap
pexrance.
A Stranuge Weildlugz Scene.
Nice Letter in Pesther Loyd.
The Marquis Contino recently
fall in love with a youug English
mil ionzire, Miss Ada Ratlaud,
aud srrangements were made for
the marrisge of the pairon the
10th inst. The day eana, the
guests were ail gailiered, the cler
gywan was ready. All at once the
bride appeared A thrill of ex
citemeut, mingled with adwira
tion, ran throngh the party. The
white dress of the lidy was seen
to be decoratad by garlands of
white doves too numerous to be
counted.
The frce of the marquis dark
enud, as he asked: “Where did
you get these?” “Oh,” was the
quick respouse, “I hit upon this
splendid ideA myself, and gave
instructions to the farmers on my
Euglish estates mouths ago to
cateh all the doves they could and
send them to me.” “And do you
‘suppose,” coldly eaid the mar
"quis, “that I ean take you tqr’y
arms with that murderer’s dress
about you? Never! I despise
you!” Thus speaking the horr
fied bridegroom darted from the
room and took the next train for
Paris. ‘s ,
Dawson, Ga., Thursd@y, January 13th., 1887.
: THE HAND OF GOD
Falls Heavily Upon a Wicked Blas.
phemer.
Special to the Atlanta Constitution.
Dovarass, Ga., Jannary 4.—“1
hope that God may paralyze me,”
were the words spoken by Wil
liam Barkett. At once his hands
dropped to his side. his legs re
fused to move, and his eyes rolled
wildly around. His prayer was
answered, as he stood paralyzed
ou the spot where but a few mo
ments before he was a magnificent
type of physical manhood. He
tried"to epeak, but his tongaa
would not move. Half a dozen
men, who were present, were ren
dered motionless by the evident
visitation of the hand of God.
When they recovered self-posses
sion, they tenderly moved the af
flicted man to his residence, a hnlf
mile distant. When Miss Rhody
Barkett saw the plizht in which
her father was brought home, she
ser«amed and fainted, and died a
few days later.
For years Mr. Burkett had been
the ferryman at the Hawkinsville
road crossing of the Oemulgee
river. He was of giant physique,
with long gray locks, and became
especiaily noted becanse of the
brace of revolvers which he kept
strapped to his waist. He was a
great hunter, and the ferry being
in the midst of a swamp, he was
convenient to an abundance of
game. From those who lived
around him it is learsed that he
was fearfully profane. Whenever
be sighted game and was culled
off from it by an alarm from the
ferry, he would pour out such a
volley of oaths as would make the
flesh of ordinary men ecrawl. It
was while in one of these profane
epells that Lie cursed his creator,
and wound up with the exprersion
above quoted.
The news soon spread through
the country, and scores of people
called to see the victim. He was
at first completely prostrated, bat
subsequently was enabled to take
a few steps, when he would fall.
When spoken to he replies in an
articulate mamble, and acts in the
most idiotic manner. The physi
cians can ascribe no natursl caunse
for his affliction, but admit that it
is a visitation of God. The
preachers iu .’ -~ mneighborhood
have used the iucident 1. their
sermons with great effect.
The Georgia Conviet System.
Macon Teiegraph.
Mrs. Feiton hes coniribated an
article upon the Georgia conviet
system to the January number of
tho Forum. We have not seen it,
but it has arresied the attention
of the Northern press. The New
York Times says of it editorially:
“If Gov. Gordon is still inter
ested in & convict lease his elec
tion may insure to his conviets
good tireatmment. We are mot
ready to suppose that he will al
low them to be abused. Buta
governor and a senator ought not
to hold such leases. The fact
that they do, shows how strongly
intrenched tne loase system is in
the State, and may explain why
the ropeated revelation of terrible
abuses has had se little effect.
Even if the condition of the cou
viets wers botter than it wou!d be
if tuey were coufined in priso:s,
the holding of leases by Stata oifi
cers could not be defended. Bat
evideuce seews to prove ihat noth
iag worse thau this system, so inr
as the convicts’ eondition is con
corned, can be fonnd in Siberia.
The conviets are sarrendered,
body and soal, to the lessece. The
State makes no effort to reform
them, bat allows them to be treat
ed as so many machines for mak
ing movey in secladed stockades
built by the contractors. The
death rate is abnormal. Men and
women ara chained together in its
gangs. Children are born in the
samps and are rearel in a school
of vice. Conviets are made the
vietims of revoliing erimes, If
the testimony of official reperts
can be trusted, there are no fouler
depths of vice and degredation
than are found in the conwviet
camps of Georgia.”
Sgrvep IN GreaT Suare! !
Yes, you can E:t it! just that
way, at Eureka Saloon and
Bi fiml Parlor,
soy[P S T ot < o s L L’--'-:—' - ———
THE HOUSE AT» MIDNIGHT.
Robert J. Burdetta. g B
How quiet the house is at smid
night! The people who talk and
laugh and sing in it every day are
asleep, the people who fell asleep
in it long ago come back into it
Every house has these two classes
of tenants. Do we love best those
with whom we can laugh and talk
and sing, or the dear silent ones
who come so poiselessly to our
side and whisper to us in faint,
sweet, far-a-way whispers that
have no sound, so we hear only.
their very stillness.
I am not tired, but my pen is
weary. It falls froin my fingers
and I raiBe my head. I start to
leave the table sud my eyes fall
upon a little book lying upon the
floor. It is « little “First Read
er.” He loft it there this f&re
voon. I remember just how I
was Impatient because he cculd
not read the simple little lesson—
such an easy lesson- and I told
him it was a waste of my time to
tench him, and pushed him away
from me. I remember now, I sge
the flush ecome into the little tired
face, the brave, cheerful look into
his eyes—his mother's hrave pa
tient cherriness, struggling with
his disappoirtment and pain. I
see him lie down on the floor, and
the littla face bead over the
troublesome little lesson, such a
simple,easy lerson, and baby might
read it. Then, after alittle strag
gle alone, it has to ba given up,
and toe baffled little soldier, with
one more app-aling look toward
wme for reinforcewents, sighs and
goes away from the lesson he can
wot read to play the play thau
eomforts him. And there lies the
little book, just as he left it. Ah,
me, I coald kneel down and kiss
it now as though it werealive
and loving,
Why, what was my time worth
to me to-day? What was there in
the book I wanted to read one
half so precious to me as one coo
ing word from the prattling lips
that qguivered when I turned
away. I hate the book I read.
I will never look at it again.
Were it all the book in the world
[ think 1 would burn it. All its
gracious words are lies. I sayto
you, though all men praise the
book, and thoagh an hour ago I
thought it excallent, I say to you
that thers is poison in its hateful
pages. Why, what cac I learn
from books that baby lips cannot
teach me? Do you know I want
to go to the door of his roem and
listen; the houss is so still; may
be he is not breathing. Why, if
b tween my books and my boy I
choose my book, why should not
God leave me with my bocks?
My hateful books.
But I was not harsh. T was a
little impatient. Because, you
see, his lesson was 80 easy, 80
simple. Ah, me, there were two
of us trying to read this after
noon. They were two easy, sim
ple lessons. Mine was such a
very simple, easy, pleasant, loving
one to learn. Just a little throb
of patience, »of geatleness, of love
that would have made my own
heart glow and laugh and sing.
The lotters were so large and
plain, the words so easy and the
seatences so short. And I! Oh,
pity me, I missed every word I
d:1 not read one lina aright. See
hera 15 my copy, now, all blarred
aud blistered with tears and heart
ache, all marred and misspelled
and olotted. I am ashamed to
show it to the Master, and yet I
know Ie will ba patient witis me;
I know how loving and gentle He
will be. 'Why, how patiently and
loving all these years Ho has baen
teaching me this simple lesson 1
failed upon to-day, Batwhen my
littte papil stambled on a single
wor:l—is my time, then, 8o much
more precious than the Master's
that I cannot teach the little les.
son more than once?
Ah, friend, we do waste time
when we plait seoarages for our
selves, These hurrying days,
these baey, anxious, shrewd, am.
bitions times of ours wre wasted
when they take our hoearts away
from patibnt gentioness and give
as fame for love aud gold for
kisses. Somo day, then, when our
bangry souls will seck for bread,
our selfish ged will give usa
son, such as any chill may read,
‘You caunot find its solation in the
ponderous ionss of the okl fathers,
the philosophers, the investiga
tors, the theorists. It is mot on
your bookshelves. But in the
warmest cerner of the unlattered
heart it glows in letters that the
blind may read—a sweet, plain,
simple, edsy, loving lesson. And
when you have learned it, brother
of mine, the world will be better
and happier.
Wilham's Experienee. -
CHAPTER 1.
William Henry had decided- to
go to the city.
~ William Henry had been born
and raised on a farm, and he knew
how to find eggs without a search
warrant, and how to drive a dog
over a bridge, and yet he wasn't
satisfied. So ene morning ke
girded up his loins and said unto
his father: %
“Stern parent, [ have tmled at
this old rauch until my soul re
volts and my eye-teath are on
edge. I have watched with ten
der care the pock-markad squash
that grew in the shadow of the
barn. I have pursued the baff
hen when my whole heart yearn
ed for scalpture and for art; I
have hauled the drab-tintea mnle
out of .the creak to the silent mid
tight hour when my soul ecried
out for poetry and song. I have
watched the polka dot hogs as
they fed on the meadow, and min
gled with the sad-eyed cows when
my being longed for the solace of
art. 1 have worn my young life
away chopping holes through
elm logs when I sighed in my
heart for the healing balm of lit
eratrre, 8¢ if you will fork out a
great, large fifty-dollar bill, with
green letters on it, I will away
aud seek fame and fortune.”
cHAPTER IL
William Henry had returned
from the city.
His pantaloons were held up
by meaans of a tarred rope and the
straw hat he wors needed weather
strips. He would have girded ap
his loins, but he had nothing to
gird them with, 8o ha simply went
to his fathar and snild:
“Respected fitber, if you will
perm:t e, ! will resune my old
voeation of herding the hens on
the wind swept lea, and sing a
gent'e inhaal to the buff Cochin
hogs as thay slumber in the
branches of the lordly syeamaore,
I thought I had talent tor art, but
a erue’ exparience has tanght me
that I cannot whitewash a fence
and do it well.”
“In my dream I saw myself a
great actor, bringing tears to
every eye with Hamlet's soliloguy,
but when I appearad in a three
cent town as ‘Uncle Tom’ I was
prosented with so many second
hand eggs that the perfumeclings
to me still.
“Father, hand me the hoe and
spade; let ma go out on the unda
lating prairie and dig post holes
and kill rattlesunkes, and perhaps
in a thousand years I may forget
ths great seven-by-nine hole
through my heart.’
Breaking the Ice.
A Hart county bean visited
his sweatheart. After a silerca. ‘
for half hour an idea struck him,
and stealing a glance at the girl on }
the other side of the fireplace, he
whispered:
“Daz yoa lova rabints?” |
“Y.a.B. |
“Hain't the gravy good?"”’
The ice was broken, and in a
few moments both parties oc.
capiel one chair with every
appearance of ease and comfort,—
Hartwell, Ga.,San.
Family Gifts,
“Habhy, dear, I san't wait to
tall you what I'm going to buy
for Now Year's]” .
- “Darling wife, what is it?"”
“Well, I'm going to get you a
silver gard-trny and a bronze Her.
culos for the maute), and a lovely
Rassian table rug to lny in front
of my dressing-oase. What wre
you going to get for me, Tootsy ?”
“I've beon thinking, Jane, that
['ve about eonoluded to get you a
new shaving brash.” ~
VYOL. 22.—N0 34.
" CARKD FOR BY HIS SLAVES.
A Remarkable Case of Negro Fidelity
to Their Former Master.
Thera is an old man in Baldwin
county Ga., who, daring the war,
was independently rich. He was
the owner of a large number
of slaves und was always kind
to them. The war liberated
his slaves, and after the war,
through a force of eircumstances
over whieh he had no control, he
was reduced to want and poverty,
afterwards lost his eyesight. Two
of his former faithful slavea were
‘then doing well, and by honest
dealings had ascumulated a lot of
property and gained a eredit to be
envied. These two faithfnl ser
vants went to the relief of their
unfortunate master, and have for
several years been giving him a
good support. On yesterday they ‘
went the bank and drew out $lOO,
to be laid aside for the old man’s
support. Sach affection between{
slave and master rarely exists.
Both of the men declare that their
master shall never suffer as long
as they can give him support.
THE UNWELCOME BABY.
Detroit Free Press.
“Another mouth to feed,” said
John Allen when the new baby
come.
“God never sends mouths but
what he sends bread to fill,” said
kis employer, piously.
“Aye. Only he sends the
mouths to me and the bread to
you,” asserted John Allen.
“I gness God made a mistake
when he seut that baby here,” re
marked John \Allen, juaior, aged
8, the baby himself uatil now.
“God never makes mistakes,”
auswered his pale, tearful moth
er, the baby’s only friend.
It is sad enough to many peo
ple to come into the world at all,
but to come into a world where
no one wants you, to ba in every
body's way, to have yeur food and
drink and wherowithal you shall
be clothed reckonad 1p and
grudge.l to yon, oh, poor, little
uawelenme babe, who would bs in
your place?
Thay caristened the Allen baby
by the gaaint and pratty nams of
Barbara. Murs. Allau hopal it
would bring good luck, baeanss it
had besn the name of a grol,
sweet woman who was dead —her
own mothar. And it reminded
her of that other Barbara Allen,
and the song she oftenest erooned
to the baby was that old lovs song
with its sad refrain.
I sapposa the anwelecome baby
ought to have beeun a pale, pen
sive child, who never smiled, if
there is anythiug in antenatal
theories: But trath eompeals me
to say sha was n~t. Sha grew
and thrived, and looked pretty in
the only clothes that were hers,
the cast off and outgrown ward
roba of John Allen, Jr. And she
just bubbled over with laughter
and cooings. and would be noticed
and petted, as if shoe had come to
gtay. |
“You'll be late for work, John,"
his wife would say to John Allen. ‘
“Oue more romp with little
Bab,” would be the answer, as he
tossed her high in his strong arms !
and kissed her again and yet
again. And when the man went
to his work there wers smiles
mixed with the crow’s feet of care
on his face, as he thought of the 1
baby that had at last fonnd wel
come. The bigsister “wasted her
tima” as she expressed it--as if
time could ever be wasted in that
way—got down on her knees to
worship that baby. And her
voice grew low and soft because
of the new love in her heart. And
when little DBab ecould t()ddloj
about you would have thought
them & family of lunaties. She
was their darling, their queen,
their idol. Ah! it has been well
said that
“God in oursing
“Gives better gifis than men in benediction.
When the unwelcome baby had
' won its erown of consecration, a
voice ealled, and it went theonzh
! the open arms of Gud into the
Now Home, where no ghild is ev
er unweleome, ‘
‘ "Mug'l |:ul was sl —quite all! No, surely!
g The cl‘n‘i‘.dnn oried aO, whoen her cyes were
whyt.”
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