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fiwald and fldwrtiser. NEWNAN, FRIDAY, MAH. ROSA ROBAE. ] knew two roeen; reel and wliit«* were they, And both were born bunide the imperial «oa. One bowod i>cnenth t he kiftn<»H of the fipray, The other bloomed in fair virginity A flower and a woman. And one day The woman plucked the flower, and thoughtfully I*reafled it within her boHom. where it lay. A warm blunh on a cold divinity. And ntill my placid Kobo Ih Htnndlnir there A I*orl at the gnto of Parndinc* Faint tropic odorH in her handed hair And ever a ftilcnt glory in her eye«; And I, who love my roHCH, in dnHpair Sc»e how one dreams* the while the other dies*. Yet couId I welcome death to find it where My rod rose in that fragrant chalice lies. [Francift Howard Williams. the Continental army. This splendid estate fell to the lot of Col. Richard Slaughter, of South Carolina, who had 6- j served throughout the war as a colonel — 1 of artillery under the eye of Washing ton himself. He was with the allied forces at Yorktown, the surrender of which stronghold proved the death blow to English authority in America. Our Carrollton Correspondent Apparitionsof the Red Mansion, ‘'hike an old tale still, which will have Mime matter of rehearsal, though credit he asleep and no ear open.”— Shakespeare. Without making an effort to estab lish the supernatural status of what j tn08 t housewives who have j "The Slaughter estate, grand as in J its original proportions, has temained I in the possession of my grandfather’s j heirs for upwards of a century. The owner of the plantation, whom I visit ed in 18—, was Capt. James Duval, co inheritor with his wife, Clara Duval, (nee Slaughter.) On my arrival I was warmly greeted by both Capt. Duval j (a Civil War veteran, who had lost an ! arm leading his men against Round i Top at Gettysburg,) and his excellent j wife—my cousin, Clara. In the fore- i noon I was driven over the plantation | by Capt. Duval, and shown the many improved methods he had introduced in j farming and the fine results attained ] thereby. Returing to the mansion, I related to Clara some of the many won derful stories my mother had told me j of the old homestead, and requested f that she show me its points of interest. the. world is pleased to call ghosts, | and well-furnished establishments, she spirits and like names, i shall proceed j conducted me through the house, from directly to the pith of a story that I cellar to Karru *> with an enthusiasm that was (old me by an old friend. „ n ,i was fully justified by the many wonders leave those, who dare, to refute bibli-1 our explorations disclosed. I observed. as we took a superficial inventory, that each of the rooms was elegantly fur nished with antique suites. The heavy mahogony pieces were types of the last century (then the XVIII th,) and had been purchased (so she in formed me) in Augusta from French refugees who had (led from the massa cre of Santa Doiningo in the latter The cal authority for raising the spirits of the dead. Permit me, ye omniverous readers of the ominous and marvelous, | to interpose a question and make a re mark anent "raising a spirit from the dead." Granted? Yes? Then I pro- What do we understand by raising a spirit from the dead? As we are given ipart of the eighteenth century to understand by the best authoriti on demonology, a spirit is an impalpa ble something, without body or form, which, on propitious occasions, may manifest itself as an indefinable pres ence an ethcrial, shadowy form, from whence sounds may emanate, not un like the human voice in discourse. Then, since authority teaches the im palpability of that which dominates the spirit world, we cannot conceive of a spirit rising from the dead, but would rather suppose them, like air, to per vade space. Having been pardoned for this digression, we shall now give the story. “'My mother had been dead for some years,” said my friend, "and I had de termined to make a pilrgimage to her birthplace in Columbia county, which borders the placid waters of the Sa vannah river. I found on reaching the old homestead that it was a hexastyle furnishings about the mansion were el egant beyond comparison with anything 1 had seen outside of New Orleans. To me these things were all new, though not unexpected. With a touch of pride (pardonable under the circumstances, to be sure,) Clara conducted me to the 'Tarlton room, ’ one whose fame had pre ceded tny visit, and which took its name from the dashing English cavalryman whose official headquarters it had for merly been. Remarkable as it may ap pear, the room was just as it had been left a century before by its warrior oc cupant-camp stools, iron bedsteads, and all that goes to make the quarters of a soldier. I was next shown my mother’s room —the one in which she had passed her youth and young wo manhood. Aside from some richly carved window casings, the room was the counterpart of the others. At a casual glance I observed the dim out lines of a panel in the wall, which colonial structure, that had witnessed aroused my curiosity, though I did not t.hi' forays of Col. Tarlton and his bins- j betray it by asking questions. After ti ring British dragoons in the tioimry period. Though Revolu- i witnessing the grandeur of the man- climatic j sion I expressed myself as being de- changes of a century and a quarter had , lighted with its ornate appointments, loft their marks on the old red brick structure, it was still in a fair statu of preservation. Large, umbrageous oaks and other forest growth covered the lawn about it. On either side of the spacious driveway were a couple of hundred bales of newly-ginned cotton, placed on end. Outbuildings and negro houses, wearing neat coats of new white paint, betokened the prosperous condition of its owner. The mansion, unusually large for a country home, was erected in 1752 by Sir Henry Du rand, a wealthy Englishman, whose vast landed estates lay for miles along the fertile banks of tin- Savannah riv er. Like most of his class, he sided with the mother country against the colonists when the War of Independence ensued, llis home was frequently made headquarters by Col. Tarlton, who commanded a regiment of British dra goons, which operated on Doth sides of the river during that war. Since the days of Tarlton’s occupancy local gos sip hath it that vast sums of gold and chests of silver plate were concealed about tlie place by the doughty English I which compliment had a pleasing ef- i feet on both Clara and her husband, j Partaking a sumptuous supper, and dis- , cussing family affairs until a late hour, I was shown to my room, the one my mother had formerly occupied. Hang ing about the walls were a number of portraits—one of my mother, others of her father and mother, a sister and three brothers, all of whom had been dead for many years. I examined the pictures critically, each of which dis closed a remarkable family resem blance. The unmistakable likeness that each bore the other emphasized a conclusion which 1 had for many years entertained—i. e., that nature repro duces herself in no uncertain manner. On a mahogony center table was a massive bronze crescent-shaped cande labrum, having bowls for a dozen can dles, though but one was burning. Around the light was arrayed artistic columns of books and articles of virtu. The spacious dimensions of the apart ment caused the feeble rays of the can dle to cast a dim. flickering, crepuscu lar light, and the shadows falling on colonel, who had his military chest and i the walls made grotesque and spectral regimental silver plate with him at the ‘manor house’ of Sir Henry Durand. It is also a matter of local tradition that Col. Tarlton fled from the Durand home rather precipitately to escape capture by a squad of Gen. Francis Marion’s men. As is known to stu dents of history, all property belong ing to the loyal adherents of England (known to the colonists as Tories,) was confiscated by the new republic, and figures. The soughing night wind blew drearily through the window lattice, which, to my practiced ear, was the precursor of an approaching storm. Among the distant hills the ominous mutterings of the tempest were already audible, and ever and anon the deep bellowings of the reverberant thunder, accompanied by vivid flashes of light ning. were monitors of its rapidly near ing approach. The wind, at hurricane was awarded to the officers and men of speed, now howled fiercely and dis ■3? Ture Renders the . food more wholesome and su perior in lightness and flavor. The only baking powder made from Royal Grape Cream of Tarter. BKlliHMi Tirasjraas-- ly among the giant oaks, and torrents of rain poured from inky clouds that swirled athwart the bosom of night. The elemental war without was in con sonance with my environments within. J I retired, thinking the storm would lull me to sleep. Despite the demands j made by a weary body on my wakeful brain, the somnolent genius of sleep fled my couch. My mind had become a ! kind of shuttlecock and battledore for all manner of imaginings and specula tions. The thought obtruded itself that I was among the spirits of my ances tors—a thing not at all unlikely, since they had, most of them, live and died here. The portraits on the wall re called to my mind the fact that these forbears had gone to the ‘echoless shore.’ My dizzy brain resented the I suggestion of such a place as an ‘echo less shore.’ I asked myself again and again : ‘Where can such a realm be lo cated?’ This thought then forced it self upon my mind : The spirits of our dead hover about us in our waking and in our dreaming hours. "By this time it became apparent to me that the necrological souvenirs of my ancestors depending from the walls were growing into semi-radiant forms -life-size and active—and were being wafted towards me by some unseen power. The self-evolved radiance em anating from these uncanny forms fill ed the room with a pale blue light, (I had blown the candle light out on retir ing,) which was just strong enough to make each individual specter plainly distinguishable. My mother was waft ed near me, her face wearing a serc- phic smile. At this juncture my facul ties became obtunded to a degree heretofore unattained ; but the benig nant aspect of my mother produced a reassuring effect upon me. I calmly waited to see what these disturbed spirits would have of me. I had not long to wait. My mother’s shadowy hand, with index finger extended, point ed to the secret panel in the wall, which I had observed in the afternoon. She glided to the panel without appar ent elfort at locomotion and beckoned me to follow. Without the least hesi tation or trepidation I obeyed. As she put forth her hand the panel slid noise lessly back, leaving an aperture in the wall large enough for one to walk through by slightly stooping. She passed through the opening; I fol lowed. By this time my movements were attended by little or no exertion. I seemed to be borne upon the ether by mental volition alone. The other spec ters followed entrain. We entered a kind of narrow, arched brick passage way, and proceeding along this for some distance she came to a door which seemed to open automatically. De scending a short flight of stairs, which led to the door of a spacious brick vault, and approaching the door of the vault, (a heavy oaken affair, iron-bat tened, and studded with large headed nails,) she paused in front of it, doing some incantations, whereupon the mas sive door swung gratingly back on its rusty hinges. She entered the vault and I followed. The self-luminous glow emitted by these shades gave suf ficient light to disclose a dozen medi um-size oaken chests, heavily bound with iron bands. Each chest bore the royal arms of England, beneath which were these initials and Roman numer als, ‘G. R. 111.’ The boxes were fas tened, each with a heavy spring lock. Hanging on the walls of the vault I ob served threescore or more cavalry sad dles and sabers. In each corner of the room were stacks of flint-lock carbines, fifty or more. In the center of the room, the floor of which was laid with flagstones of immense thickness, was a circular stone, the surface of which was slightly lower than its fellows. Approaching the stone and gazing fix edly upon it, our conductor bent slowly over it, at the same time passing her hands above it as do hypnotisits when seeking to effect a spell upon a subject. The stone rolled slowly to one side of its former resting-place. In the cavity beneath where it had lain was a massive bunch of keys, more or less rust-eaten. The flat bow ot each key bore the same initials as those upon the boxes, to-wit; ‘G. R. III.’ stamped into their surface. The guide signaled me to take the keys and unlock the boxes. I tried the keys, one after an other. until I found one that would en ter the nearest chest, but the accumu lated rust of a century bound the bolt so tightly it could not be moved. One after another, I tried them ail, save I one. with the same result. This one had a brass lock, and yielded readily to the key. In this box was the roster of Col. Tarlton’s regiment, the officers’ commissions, and a history of the cam paigns and raids made by this commis sioned brigand. In.a small portfolio, clasped with a golden lock, was a schedule containing the contents of the boxes. Ten of the boxes bore on their lids the Arabic numerals, from 1 to 10, giving them designation by number. The other chest had no distinguishing mark save this legend; ‘Military Chest.’ The schedule recited that the boxes bearing the Arabic numerals con tained the regimental silverware and other valuables belonging to the offi cers. These chests were valued at £12,000 each, and the treasure chest (for such it was) contained £50,000 in British sovereigns, which had belong ed to Tarlton’s men. ‘‘Finding this treasure bewildered me more than did consorting with my spectral guests. In gold, plate and other valuables contained in those chests, was the princely sum of up wards of $750,000. This treasure, I conjectured, would make my relatives and self wealthy beyond the wildest dreams of avarice. This thought had scarcely found lodgment in my mind when, from apposite sides of the vault, a couple ot massive doors, heretofore unobserved, flew suddenly and violent ly open, followed by the inrush of a couple of hostile troops of soldiers—the one wearing the scarlet uniform of the British army, and the other clad in the blue habiliments of a Continental sol dier. The clash was terrific. The flash ing saber strokes fell thick and fast upon the contending heads of the com batants. Many a home thrust left its victim lying upon the floor, until more than half of the spectral combatants were left hors du combat. The British fought with their wonted tenacity, but, being too hotly pressed by the Americans, fled incontinently. The Americans pursued and took with them the treasure." The House of Mystery. The mystery began with the husband coming home half an hour later than usual, so as to have the cover of dark ness, and leaving a package behind the vestibule doors while he entered the house with a very innocent look on his face and told of his street car being blocked. At midnight of that night, while his innocent-hearted wife was sleeping by his side, he sneaked out of bed and down stairs and secured the package and hid it in a closet. The next step was taken by the wife. She took down from the pantry a pitch er in which she had been storing up dimes, nickels and pennies for months and months, and, after cuunting them over, she sneaked down town in the forenoon and bought and lugged a par cel home and hid it away on the top shelf of a clothes-press. Then one of the children came in one day and looked and acted very myste riously and shortly afterwards might have been found hiding something among the rafters of the garret. Then as the mother suddenly and un expectedly entered the parlor one after noon she almost stumbled over a daugh ter who was down on her knees and reaching under the sofa. The mother cried out in her surprise, but asked for no explanations. Then desk and bureau drawers that had not been locked for a year were found closed tighter than a drum. Clos et doors that had stood wide open were made fast. There was lingering be hind when others went to bed. There was getting up before the others in the morning. Each member of the family went around trying to look innocent as a lamb, but at the time bearing a load of guilt on his conscience. The strain was intense. The mystery could not last. The day came when the murder was solved. It was the day be fore Christmas. That family had sim ply been preparing to Santa Claus each other. It always acts that way, and it always turns out happily. Every Woman Will Be Interested. If you have pains in the back. Urina ry, Bladder or Kidney trouble, and want a certain, pleasant herb cure for woman’s ills, try Mother Gray’s Aus- tralian-Leaf. It is a safe and never- failing regulator. At druggists or by mail 50c. Sample package FREE. Ad dress The Mother Gray Co., LeRoy, N. Y. "Why is it," asked a young mother, "that personal cleanliness is a taste only acquired with years? My babies have been scrubbed from infancy up ward, till you wouldn’t think they could endure a speck of dirt. 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Use Virginia-Carqlina Fertilizers to increase the quality, as well as the quantity of the crop—and you will increase the profits from your land. “I have been using your fertilizers for a number of years” says Mr. William Fraiser, of Glasburg, La. f and find that it not only pays to fertilise, but to do plenty of it, and use the best fertilisers to be had, suck as your brands. I have used a number of them and found them to be as recommended and to give better results than any other fertilizers that I have ever used.” Every planter and farmer should have a copy of the new 1909 Virginia-Carolina Farmers’ Year-Book. Get a free copy from your fertilizer dealer, or write our nearest sales office. Virginia-Carolina Chemical Co. Sales Offices Richmond. Ya. Norfolk, Ya. Columbia. S. C. Atlanta. Ga. Savannah. Ga. Memphis, Tenn. Sales Offices Durham, N. C. Charleston, S.C. Baltimore, Md. Columbus, Ga. Montgomery, Ala. Shreveport, La. SHOE REPAIRS AND TAILORING The best Tailor Shop in town is run by Mrs. Mollie Pitman. In the same con nection I have a first-class Shoe Shop. All work done on short notice. Prices right. G. C. PITMAN. Court Calendar. < ITY COURT OF NEWNAN. A P. Freeman, Judge; W. I.. Stallings, Solic itor. quarterly term meets third Mondays in Janu ary, April, July a id October. bankruptcy court. R. O. Jones, Newnan, Ga., Referee in Bank rm toy for counties of Coweta, Troup, Heard, Meriwether, Carroll, Douglas and Haralson.