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Banks County Gazette.
VOL 2.—NO. 13.
Written for The Gazette.
In Memory of Jessie Mize.
God, in his Providence, does many
things we do not understand, but His
omniscience makes him allwise, so
He never makes a mistake. He often
plucks from the various the choicest
flower, and selects for Himself the
brightest and best. So it seems in
this case.
Little Jessie Mize, who departed
this life June Bth, 1891, w T as a bright
little boy, and bade fair to make a
promising young man, but God saw
fit to call him home. No more will
■we see his shining face, no more
will we hear his sweet voice sing his
favorite song:
Beautiful country land so bright
Beautiful home almost in sight,
Beautiful loved ones gone before,
Beautiful home, Oh, will it be mine?
We would say: Don’t mourn, he is
gone to that beautiful home to his
mother. Don’t sigh, he is with beau
tiful loved ones gone before.
He departed iu great pain,
Whilst we in grief must here remain.
Alone, sad fate, left here alone,
Hu heart ceased beating with my own.
The bliss of a few happy years
Is swallowed now by bitter tears.
He was a faithful little boy denr
Too good for earth for sorrow here.
On earth he caunot be replaced,
On earth I*ll never 6ec his shining face.
His image I see everywhere,
At night in dreams it does appear,
But God in his great mercy gives
Me one consolation. The grave
Is only a dark, dreaded door
Which opens to a glorious shore.
He lives— his body may decay.
His soul to God has found its way.
Ooce again I’ll meet him there.
In heaven in the better shire.
My prayer, ob, ascend to God,
Unite us both one day, oh, Lord,
I will meat you, dear cousin, on that
day,
When I urn also freed from clay.
Ills Cousin,
Ashland.
We are having plenty rain.
Crops are fine through this section.
There is a great deal of sickness in
this community.
Little IJarould Shannon, son of
Mr. W. A. Shannon, died Sunday
night July 26. He was buried at
Hold Spring.
Mr. E. C. Carson has a tine girl at
his house, weighing nine pounds.
Mr. T. M. Patterson Has as fine a
watermelon patch as any in the
count)'.
Mr. W. H. Smith has gone down to
the new town of Comer to work at
the carpenter trade.
Mr. W es. MeKie came near being
killed July 28th while cutting down a
tree against which another was
lodged. He is still alive at this
writing.
Professor Van Hoose, of Gaines
ville, is visiting for a few days in this
community.
Gf.orue Washington'.
How Dorothy Helped.
‘ If you was only a boy, now!”
“If I only was,” Dorothy sighed
sadly.
“But you aint, and so there’s no use
thinking about it. The house’ll have
to go, for I can’t lift a finger to save
it, and no more can you neither. If
you was only a boy, you could have
been earning many a dollar by this
time; but girls is sort of worthless
stock, make the best of them you can.
I aint saying that you are any more
useless than the most of them,” the
complaining father added, realizing
that patient little Dorothy did a wom
an’s work about the house, and had
waited on him and nursed him as but
few women would have had patience
and strength to de, since his long at
tack of inflamatory rheumatism.
“You do all you can, I know. It
aint your fault that you can’t earn a
cent; but if you was only a boy, now!”
Dorothy had heard that plaint many
a time before, and always felt rather
culpable, as if she might have been a
boy just as well as not, if she had not
been inconsiderate enough to be a
girL She would have been glad
enough to be a boy, and just now she
wished more than ever that she could
transform herself by some process in
to an embryo lord of creation.
“Hard times” were the usual thing
at the little brown house at the foot
of the hill, but just now thinlis were
in worst* plight than usual. Dorothy
did not know exactly what a mort
gage was, but she regarded it as being
as inseparable from a home as its roof
or walls. It was one of the first things
she ever remembered hearing people
talk about, and whenever any treat or
luxury had been spoken of, it had al
ways had to be given up at last, how
ever reluctantly, because of the
mortgage. When she Vas a very
little girl indeed, she had a dim fancy
that the mortgage was a very hungry
monster, that hail to be fed all the
time, or it would gobble up their little
brown house for a lunch some day
She knew better than that now, but
still she Knew it was as insatiable as
the monster of her childish imagining,
and it assuredly did make life a very
hard, cheerless struggle for the little
family of two.
Now it seemed as if the mortgage was
going to make a meal outlie home
at last, in spite of the years of hard
work to save it. The father had been
taken ill early in the summer with in
flainatory rheumatism, and though
late fall had come, he was only just
able to sit in his big chair, and worry
and fret all day. It was hard for him,
poor man; but nobody ever knew how
hard it was for patient little Dorothy,
who had all the nursing added to her
other cares,ud, besides the close con
finement to tlie house, and the work
which was really beyond her strength,
had to listen to the continual lament
that she was not a boy, so that she
could earn money enough to save the
home. As steadily as any woman she
went about the house, doing the daily
work; and when at last everything
yvas in scrupulous order, and an old
neighbor had dropped in to have a
pipe with her father, she looked wist
fully out of doors, where a bright
November sun was glorifying even the
mellow stubble in the corn fields, and
ventured to ask if she could not g<>
out for a little while.
“Oh, yes, I suppose 1 can get along
without you,” her father answered,
rather reluctantly. “Girls always
want to lie gadding, so I au> used to
getting along without you. Don’t be
gone long though.”
“No,” promised Dorothy; and in a
few moments she was trudging along
the road, enjoying the fresh air, which
was a treat to her, after her long c< n
finement to the house with only an
outing. She had to cross the railroad
track, and in the distance she heard
tlie whistle of the express, which
always stopped here to water. Doro
thy paused to watch it thundering
along. She liked to see it come glid
ing along the shining rails, and stop
with a noisy whistle that made her
jump a little, though she was expect
ing it.
While she was standing there, a
lady opened one of the car-windows,
and, looking out, beconed to her.
“Do you know where there is any
place where I can get any apples or
ginger-nuts, or anything for my little
boy?”
“No, there isn’t,” Dorothy answer
ed. “I am gorry, and I would have
brought something for him if I had
known.”
“That is very kind of yon,” said the
lady, smiling at the earnest little face
and Dorothy’s willingness to be oblig
ing. “It would lie a good business
for someone to have something to sell
here, I should think.”
She put down the window again,
and Dorothy went on her way; but
there was an idea in the brown -
thatched head that had just found n
place there. Why should not she
have a basket of the shining red apples
that grew on the tree behind the
house, and sAie little bags of ginger
nuts, and perhaps popcorn!
Dorothy gave a little hop and a
skip and a jump at the thought. She
had been on the cars once with her
father, and had looked wistfully at
the tempting basket that the train
hoy carried along the aisle, and she
HOMER, HANKS COUNTY, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY. AUGUST 5, 1891.
knew she could fix just as tempting
looking basket.
When she went home, full of her
scheme, she found her father ready to
admit that perhaps this was a wav in
which she could make a little money,
if she was a girl, and lie was quite
willing for her to make the little out
lay necessary to have crisp, delicious
ginger-nuts, and the snowy popcorn in
white bags, all ready to sell.
The basket was ready by train-time
the next day, and, fairly* quivering
with excitement, Dorothy went to
meet it. She passed along from win
dow to window, holding up her basket;
and either the bright eager face, glow
ing with tho wind and excitement, or
the good things iu the basket, were
more inviting than the passengers had
seen before that day, for there was
no lack of customers, and when she
ran gaily homeward the basket was
empty, and her little bag was full of
silver dimes and nickles.
To be sure, there was not so very
much in the basket, and some people
might not have thought that there
was a fortune in the leather bag; but
it was the first money Dorothy had
earned, and it seemed more than all
the wealth of the Indies to her. One
dollar and thirty-four cents! Why*, if
she could Iced the hungry mortgage
at that rate every day, the little brown
house would not be gobbled up after
all. It was nearly all profit, for she
had raised the popcorn herself, and
the little red apple tree had borne
unusually well that year, and she
could till many a basket from the bar
rels in the cellar.
“Well, you couldn’t have done
much better if you had been a boy,”
said her father.
“Could I have done any better?”
asked Dorothy imploringly. This was
a supreme moment in her life. If her
father would only admit that she was
as good as a boy, citp of happi
ness would overflow.
“No, I will say for you that you
couldn’t have,” said her rather, mng
naritnously. “In fact, if you had been
a boy, you might not have thought of
it m the first place; and then again, if
you was a boy, you couldn’t have
made the ginger-nuts.”
There was a steady market for the
little business woman, and as her
apples were always polished to the
highest degree of shininess, and her
popcorn was of the snowiest, and the
ginger-nuts perfection, her wares were
always in demand. The mortgage
was satisfied, and the little brown
house was safe, not only for that time,
but for always, for, as months went
by and still Dorothy prospered, she
formed the ambitious plan of possess
ing that mortgage herself. She did
pay it all off at last. It was a long
task, but Dorothy had learned pa
tience long ago.
She was very happy when the day
came that made the little brown house
their own; hut I think the keenest
part of her satisfaction came when
her father said. “Well, really, Doro
thy, you are every bit as good as a
boy, and a deal better than most of
them.”—lnterior
Work, for the Night is Coming.
Poverty, misfortune, and calamities
come to the industrious, but not so
frequently as to the sluggard who
wastes the golden moments which fly
so swiftly.
Broken limbs or severe illness often
change the circumstances of the
cheerful and energetic loborer To
these sufferers sympathy and help are
freely given by those who carf spare
from their own abundance. For the
sluggard there is not in the present
wide-awake period even pity. Noth
ing but contempt. Someone has
said the “world wants and will have
your best.”
I am surrounded by earnest, wide
awake young people who are “up and
doing,” giving of their best to useful
and elevating study, making good use
of each opportunity that is afforded
to improve themselves. Many of
them have boldly said, “We will give
to the Lord our very best.”
Quite lately I have seen sad wrecks
of men aui women who are daily
falling back, back in the march of
life, weary and worn, unable to keep
step. For them life is almost gone.
The lifeblood flows sluggishly through
their veins. The burden liearers
must help them along, unable to
rouse them from the fatal lethargy
which has paralyzed bodily and men
tal power.
A scoffer lately, while taunting a
young Christian girl with her expe
rience and weakness, said: “Where
are your sheaves? How many do you
suppose you can garner in?”
For some days' she sorrowfully
thought: “Nothing but leaves. Can
it be that I will have nothing more
to offer to the Lord?”
A wise friend was confided in, who
advised, “Break off one bad habit,
Ruth. Cease to be a dreamer. Get
down to work, real work. Speak
pleasant words, look for the good
things in your friends’ characters.
Don't see their faults unless you can
help them overcome them. Dreams
accomplish nothing, though the
dreams may be beautiful plans for
work, if the plans end only in dreams.
The time spent in your indulgence of
this habit may be better used in
helping your tired mother. You are
cultivating idle habits. Remember,
dear, t hat the Bible especially warns
Christians against slothful habits.
Time is given us to tise wisely. The
more that we make of ourselves, the
greater opportunities we shall have to
gather sheaves. Jesus was a tireless
worker. He went about doing good.
Ilis whole life is a sermon against
slothful ness and day-dreaming, and
nothing wa too humble for him to
notice. Look about you, Ruth, and
seo the different influences exerted by
the sluggards and the wide-awakes.
When you dream, dream to sonic
practical purpose.”
Hath profited by the needed re
proof.' She immediately began try ing
to leave off day-dreaming, a habit
which was fast leading her into slug
gish ways. She now finds work for
every waking moment, and trusts the
winning of the sheaves to the Lord
of the harvests for whom she is
working.
Among the threadbare, even ragged
men and women who find the world
adreiuy place for the incompetent
and weak, a great number of them
have not bail that blessed help to a
future life of usefulness, a busy,
studious boy and giilhood; shielded
from every hard thing, allowed an
abundance of time to “enjoy youth’s
pleasure in,” the “work” habit was
not formed in time to make it easy to
“buckle down” when the need come.
About “Resoluting.”
Perhaps there has never been held
in this country, two more significant
meetings than the recent convention
of the Baptist Young Peopje’s Asso
ciation in Chicago, and the conven
tion of society of Christian Endeavor
in Minneapolis.
Concerning the action of the latter
on the temperance question, we are
not informed, but have no doubt that
it was equally emphatic with the
former. This convention, composed
of three tiiousand delegates, “put
itself on record, as opposed to the
licensing of the saloon in any form,
and hopes erelong to hail the day
when prohibition shall prevail
throughout the United States.”
This is just what we expected from
the Christian young people of Ameri
ca, and receives our most cordial
commendation. But what about fol
lowing up the resolution with action 1
A large proportion of those young
people were voters, or expect to by
the election of 1892. With which
political party have they, and do they
intend to cast their loti Will their
ballot be cast along the direction of
their resolution, or will there be a
collision between the former and the
latter? Will they pray for * Prohibi
tion throughout the United States,”
and then vote for political parties
kept in power by whisky influence,
and for the protection of the whisky
traffic?
Seriously is it not time the people
ceased “resoluting” and went to work
to carry out their resolutions? Every
Baptist convention or association,
every Methodist conference, every
Presbyterian assembly, and so on .all
through the long list of religious de
nominations at every one of their
great gatherings, proceeds <£o “put j
itself on record as unutterably oppos
ed to the liquor traffic.” And this
goes on year after year, when every
one of those “rosoluters” knows that
the Christian churches of this country
have the power to close every saloon
in the land and bring about, the very
state of things for which they “do
earnestly pray,” within the next two
years.
We have come seriously to ques
tion whether these resolutions have
not become wearying to God. It re
minds us of the time when the people
of Israel stood at the Bed sea. The
sea was in front of them and the
Egyptians behind them. The first
thing they did was to pass a resolu
tion. Then next thing was to hold a
prayer service. Moses offered the
first prayer, but before he got it
finished "the Lord answered him in a
rebuke. “Why callest thou upon
me? Command the people to go for
ward.” So it appears to us now. If
these people would only stop praying
and “resoluting” long enough to
listen, they would hear the voice of
God saying, “Why all this fuss and
nonsense? If you do not want that
foul blot on my fair earth let the
people, who have put it there, remove
it. Stop “resoluting” and go voto it
out of existence. Prohibit it by* law,
and then enforce the law.” Do these
good Christian people think that God
is going to make some new creation,
or work some miracle to answer their
prayers? Surely they cannot be so
foolish.
We submit that while these resoht
tions have been all right in the past,
the time has fully come when they
arc no longer in order. The time has
come for every Christian man and
woman in this land to say, “No politi
cal party shall, by my vote, longer
stand in the way of the answer to my
prayer. It shall no longer render all
the resolutions of Christian men and
women a farce, and a laughing stock
to the rumseller. Action shall now
take the place of prayer, and the bal
lot, instead ot the resolution, shall lie
the exponent of my principles.—Dcm
orest Times.
United Presbyterians.
The temperance report of the gen
eral Assembly of the United Presby
terian church, held at Princeton, Ind.,
includes the following radical utter
ances :
“1. We reaffirm the past utterances
of the church upon this subject,
especially that of the assembly of ’9l,
viz.: ‘That any form of license taxa
tion of the liquor traftiic unscriptural
in principle and contrary to good gov
ernment, and ought to he discouraged
by every philanthropist and patriot.’
“2 That partisan friendship for
the saloon must be accepted as hostil
ity to the church, the home, and all
that is valuaole to society; that no
party is worthy the support of Chris
tian men that fails to antagonize the
saloon.
“3. That we favor the abolition of
the government tax on intoxicating
liquors as making the nation a partici
pant in the crime of drunkard making
the revenue derived from this tax
being the price of our brothers’ blood.
“4. That we have learned with re
gret and shame of the action of the
department of state at our national
capital in using the influence of our
government to open markets for the
maltsters and hi ewers in neighboring
nations.”
XDue of the resolutions commends
the church papers for the firm stand
taken by them against high license.
Among the bills and overtures adopt
ed was the following:
“A memorial from the ministerial
association of Pittsburg and Alleghe
ny asking the assembly to petition the
president to call an extra meeting of
the senate to ratify the Brussels
treaty.
“On the first point no action is
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needed, as the time for ratification of
that treaty has been extended until
after the next congress. In reference
to the second point:
“Resolved, That a large and influ
ential committee to act in company
with the representatives of other re
ligious bodies to secure favorable
action in the case be appointed.”
The Advent Christian conference,
held at Monticello, adopted the fol
lowing resolution:
“Resolved, That we declare our
pur]lose to lie more aggressive in tho
work of destruction of the liquor
traffic, and that to this end we will
give no support by voice, pen or bal
lot. to any politicial party that stands
for instification or license of that
upon which God has pronounced a
woe.”—The Voice.
The Fathers mid Mothers of tlhe
Graduates.
Many kind and complimentary
words, says the United Presbyterian,
have been spoken during the last few
weeks, of the “sweet girl graduate,”
and her c usin, the young man who
makes his bow to the public from tire
commencement stage. We want to
pay our tribute to their parents,
Man’s noblest work must oftert' go
unnoticed by his fellow mail in this
world. While the “large and appre
ciative” audience is applauding thw
beautiful essay or the brilliant oration
we turn our back upon the stage for
a moment and scan the audience for
two faces in which we arc more deep
ly interested than in any upon the
stage. There they are. God bless
them! There cau be no mistake.
Those flushed, eager, pleased faces
can only belong to “father and moth
er.” They are plainly dressed] and
they seem a trifle out of place in'flic
large and cultured audience, but l they
deserve the place of highest honor,
How bright are their fac s to-day,
though marked with care, and how
full their hearts. This is to them a>
red-letter day. They have hoarded;
their little savings for years, that they
might give to son or daughter the
best advantages within their power.
Today they have their reward, for
their darling is a graduate. Their
very lives have entered into the
child's life. That diploma inis cost
more than three or-' fbur yews of
study. To these self-sacrificing
parents, it means aching
bones, tired muscles, exhausted body,
sweat of face, wear and tear of muscle
and sinew, and body and mind. And
yet there is no regret, but only the
realisation of a great joy. While tho
world applauds the performer om the
stage, we believe the loving Father
in heaven says* “Well done,” to*thw
performers m the audience. Again
we say fervently, God bless them,,and
may t hat cultured mind ever study to
show them the appreciation of a
grateful heart.
Be contgnt to serve God right
wlijjre you are, even though no one
may know you. The Lord will open
up to you a larger field it' it is his
will. David was keeping; sheep in
the wilderness with no eye upon him
but
his father he went to the valley of
Elali, taking loaves and cheeses to ais
brethren. If you arc only content to
serve God in mean things, God will
bring you forth in greater. In the
valley of Elali was Golinth, ready for
David’s sling. We most look into
our hearts and see what) bad thoughts
and wishes are hiding there, and
then, by God’s help, we must try to
get rid of them. The Chinese have
this very wise saying; “The best way
to keep the eity clean is for every one
to sweep before his own door.”
England, Germany, Italy, and Por
tugal have signed an agreement for
the reciprocal protection of missiona
ries of the four nationalities who set
tle in Africa in regions accorded to
their respective states by the recent
treaties. For liberty to exercise their
ministry the misuiuimries must have a
passport from the government to
which they belong.
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