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ICVJiKV YEAR,
The spring has loss of brightness,
Every year,
And tho snow a ghastlier whltenoss,
Every year,
Nor do summer flowers quicken,
Nor does autumn fruitage thicken,
As they once did, for they stoken
Every year.
Life Is a count of losses,
Every year,
For the weak are heavier crosses;
Every year.
Lost springs with sobs replying,
Unto weary autumn’s sighing,
While those we love are dying,
Every year.
It is growing darker, colder,
Every year,
As tho heat and light grow older,
Evory year,
1 caro not now for danolng,
Or for eyes with passion glancing,
Love is less and less entrancing,
Evory year.
For tho days have less of gladness,
Every year,
The nighls have more of sadness,
Every year,
Fair springs no longer oliarm us,
Tho winds and weather harm us,
The threats of death alarm us,
Evory year.
There come new cares and sorrows,
Every year,
Dark days and darker morrows,
Every year,
The ghosts of dead loves haunt us,,
The ghosts of ohanged friends taunt us,
And disappointments daunt us,
Every year.
Of tne loves and sorrows blended,
Evory year,
Of the charms of friendship ended,
Every year,
Of the ties that still might bind me,
Unlil lime and death resigned mo,
My inllmilies remind me,
Every year.
Thank God, no clouds are shifting,
Every year,
O’er the land to whioh we re drifting,
Every year,
No losses there will grieve us,
Nor loving faces leave us,
Nor death of friends bereave us,
Every year.
—Albert Piko.
The County Line Road.
BY GEORGY. S. CCTHBEBTSON.
yJ/M fln’fl Vi / N a particular
•cSe portion of the fair
/flit State of Michigan
^§9 ~stretch located of high
g? way, on
J M 5 -. the boundary be
tween two coun
^ ties, for which
reason it is familiarly known to the
adjacent residents as the “County Line
Road.” In former clays, before the
keen bladed ax and Bharn toothed saw
of the sturdy settler had accomplished
such a wonderful transformation in
the appearance of tho landscape, both
sides of the road were lined for a
number of miles by a dense, heavy
growth of forest and underbrush.
In consequence of this fact and the
soarcitv of human habitations, the
farmers who traveled over this route
to the city markets located at its ter
urination, found an exceedingly lone¬
some, cheerless ride before them. But
then, the highly remunerative prices
paid for the results of their toil, as
was evidenced by their well filled
purses on their return, offered ade¬
quate inducements to them to brave
the dangers and discomforts of the
BolitBr y i°<«ney.
The dangers to whioh we refer were
occasioned by a band of outlaws who
Lad established their headquarters in
this extensive belt of timber.
Startling were the stories circulated
concerning the bold deeds of this rof
gang; many were tho farmers that
pould io the testify from bitter experience and
veracity of these stories;
numerous were the attempts mode to
apprehend and bring tho criminals to
justice. Bnt all to no purpose. The
“County Line Road” continued to
possess a reputation so unsavory that
it struck terror into the hearts oi those
who were obliged to travel its lonely
windings.
’ Robert Emmet only eighteen
was
years of age when his father died and
left him in charge of their newly set¬
tled, partially cleared farm with the
responsibility resting on his ineXperi
enoed youDg shoulders of caring and
providing for his widowed mother and
his two small brothers,
Robert was a healthy, active youth,
with a clear brain and strong, wqll-de
veloped musoles. He fully realized
the gravity of his position and cheer
fully and bravely went to work. By
dint of earnest, tireless efforts, fine
crops of grain and vegetables were
grown and harvested; so that, when
in the waning life of autumn there
came whisperings of the arrival of
blustering winter, the Emmet family
found food themselves plentifully provided
With and an ample surplus of
SYCAMORE. IRWIN COUNTY. GA., FRIDAY, MARCH 26, 1897.
Our life is loss worth living,
Every year, >
And briefer our thanksgiving.
Every year,
And love grown faint and Iretful
With lips but half regretful,
Averts Its eyes forgetful,
Every year.
Ah, how sad to look before us,
Every year,
While the cloud grows darker o’er as
Every year.
When we see the blossoms faded.
That to bloom we might lmvo aldod
And Immortal garlands braided,
Every year.
To tho past go more dead faces,
Every year,
And the loved leave vaoant places
Every year,
Everywhere the sad eyes meet us,
In tho evening's dusk they greet us,
And to come to them entreat us,
Every year.
“You are growing old,” they tell us,
“Every yourj”
“You are more alone,” they tell us,
“Every year-.”
"You can win no new affection,
You have only rocollection,
Deepest sorrow and dejection,"
"Every year."
Too true. Life’s shores are shifting
Every year,
And we are shoreward drifting,
Every year,
Old places, changing, fret us,
The living more forget us,
There are fewer to regret us,
Every year.
But the truer life draws nigher,
Every year,
And Its morning star olimbs higher,
Every year.
Earth’s hold on us grows slighter,
And the heavy burdens lighter.
And the dawn immortal hrighler,
Every year. ..
farm produce which, when sold, would
bring in sufficient revenue to meet all
the expenses incurred in the manage¬
ment of their farm and household.
But in order that this happy result
might be brought about, it was, of
course, necessary that Robert should
convey to the city markets the prod¬
ucts of his summer’s labor over the
ill-famed “County Line Road.”
It was not a pleasant prospect that
eonironted him. Just the week pre
vious his nearest neighbor went on a
similar expedition and returned, tell¬
ing a doleful story, having been re¬
lieved of his watch and all his money.
A couple of days following this af¬
fair a well organized posse of men,
under leadership of the sheriff, started
out, determined upon capturing the
highwaymen. Scouring the wood for
nearly a week, they were on the point
of giving up, when a rude log cabin
was discovered in a deep ravine.
Here they came upon three members
of the gang, who, being taken by sur¬
prise, surrendered after a slight resis¬
tance.
These weloome tidings were joyfully
received by everybody, but no one
felt more jubilant over them than did
the hero of this narrative, Robert Em¬
met.
He now believed he would be able
to carry his produce to market, and
return therefrom in safety. Nor was
he mistaken, for a month passed
rapidly by, during whioh time he
made several successful trips; and, as
a natural result, the carefully hoarded
earnings, tucked snugly away in the
old stocking in the tin box under the
loose board in the eorner of the
kitchen floor, had become enlarged to
such an extent as to burst from the
confinement of their wooly prison.
The day arrived at last when Robert
was to mate his last visit to the city.
Thankful, indeed, for his past good
fortune and happy in the thought of
the near-by termination of his labor,
he bade the dear ones at home fare¬
well, and gaily mounted to his place
on the load.
Justly proud was he of the team of
beautiful prancing colts whioh, heavy
strongly as proved their burden, pulled the so
on the bridle reins In en¬
deavor to cover the ground at a faster
gait, that it had made their youthful
master's arms ache to hold them down
to a steady paoe.
Robert was far on his way when day¬
light’s rosy hues began to tinge the
eastern horizon. The weather was
sharp and frosty, and the roads like
pavement, so hard were they frozen,
and the city was safely reached early
in the afternoon.
Before nightfall he had succeeded
in disposing of; the major portion of
“In Union, Strength and Prosperity Abound.”
his load, and what remained was parted
with the fallowing morning.
Quite a handsome sum was gained
from the sale. The coin he carried in
a leathern pouoh in his breeches
pooket, while the bills were carefully
rolled up in a bunoh and stowed away
in an inside pooket of his vest.
When his team had finished their
feed of grain he started out on the
homeward journey. His heart was as
light as the fleecy clouds that floated
lazily about on the western margin of
the sky, and he hummed a lively tune
as the wagon rattled along over the
smooth road.
It was still early in the day and few
conveyances were abroad and these
were headed toward the city. For the
first ten of the thirty-four miles farm
houses were numerous, but after that
the country grew gradually wilder,
with settlers’ homes less in number
and located farther apart.
Arriving within a mile of the forest,
Kobert perceived a tall figure rise
suddenly from the ditch at the road¬
side and walk ahead with slow, halting
movements. As he drew nearer he
could see a woman. She was attired
in a dress of coarse, dark material and
a thick woolen shawl hung in lcose
folds around her shoulders. Her head
gear consisted of a small felt hat, over
which was drawn a olose, brown veil
that completely concealed her fea¬
tures. Her hands were enveloped in
mittens and in one of them she carried
a little wicker basket, whose contents
were hidden from view by a strip of
paper tuoked about it.
As Kobert drove np the woman
paused and turned around. She didn’t
raise her veil when she spoke, and her
voice was low and hoarse.
“Would yon give an old woman a
ride?” she asked, and then went off
into a paroxysm of coughing.
“Certainly, ma’am!” said Kobert,
cheerfully, at the same time bringing
his team to a stop.
“What a terrible cold the poor
thing’s got,” was his mental comment,
ns he looked down pityingly.
When the fit of coughing had
subsided she clambered slowly into
the wagon and took a place beside tho
young teamster, who drew up the
heavy robe and kindly assisted in
arranging and tuoking it around his
passenger. remarked,
“Quite chilly," he bot¬
tling himself again on his seat.
But his companion made no reply,
and he concluded that she did not de¬
sire to enter into conversation. So
they drove along in a silenoe broken
only by the noise of the vehicle and
the clatter of the horses’ hoofs on the
frozen road-bed.
Bat if Robert’s tongue was silent,
his thinking powers were by no means
dormant, and over him there crept a
vague, uncertain feeling that every¬
thing was not just as it shou d be.
Now and then he stole a glance at the
woman, who sat as motionless as a
marble Image.
During one of these glances the
stiff breeze that was blowing caught a
exposing corner of for the veil and instant flung it stubby [back,
an a
growth of black chin whiskers!
down Immediately unruly the covering stranger apd pulled in¬
the
dulged in another dry, raoking cough.
“A woman with a beard 1” thbugkt
Robert in dismay, and then in : flash
he realized that seated beside hi n was
a man in disgnise, a man belonging to
a gang of highwaymen.
It was a startling discovery but
evidently his unwelcome passbnger
was totally unaware that he had
it.
.What should he do? He mu t de¬
cide quickly, for soon the forest' onld
be reached and in its gloomy were]ata- mazes
no doubt other highwaymen
tioned at the spot where it was intjnd
ed he should be robbed of his h rd
earntd money. Suddenly he ga ich e a
quick little jerk of his head w
tilted his hat over on his ear, and the
wind catching it, off it went.
“Whoa! Princsl Whoa, Topsvl 'he
oried; “Whoa, I say! I’ve lost my lat.
“I’ll hold the horses till you get it,”
said his companion, checking with ap¬
parent effort another attack of cot gh
ing. couldn’t
“Oh, no, ma’am 11 tl ink
of it. They’re a pair of colts and - ery
difficult to manage unless you un ler
stand them. I’ll hold them and ?ou
may do me the kindness to get'my
hat.”
The counterfeit woman depositing appeared
nndeoided a minute, then
the basket in the bottom of the wagon,
dropped down over the wheel to the
ground and hobbled off in the direc¬
tion of the ditch.
Robert watched until the hat had
been picked up, and then spoke sharply
to the horses, at the same time strik¬
ing them lightly oVeT their backs with
the reins.
The noble animals sprang forward
with a bound and struck into a steady
run. A torrent of oaths falling on his
ears above the racket of the wagon,
the young driver glanced over his
Shoulder and saw thflt his late com¬
panion had torn off the veil and was
running rapidly after him. But it
was hot long until there was a long
distance between them.
“Weil derne, my good horses,” he
said, approvingly. “Yon deserve a
double quantity of oats to-night and
if I live to get home, you shall have
it. Ah! here’s that strange little
ba&et, I must see what’s in it."
Ricking It np he cautiously
the paper and two well-charged, largo
caliber revolvers were revealed to his
gaze.
The wood was entered with consid¬
erable apprehension, still he felt safer
than if he had been destitute of means
to defend himself. But nothing of a
suspicious nature was farther encoun¬
tered and—much to his relief—the
journey was concluded in safety.—
Detroit Free Press.
WORDS OF WISDOM.
Ton know the man when yon know
the company he keeps.
If good advice were gold, every poc¬
ket would bo full of money.
Tho man who has a strong will i3
often strong ih nothing else.
Hypocrisy is a certificate of good
character vice gives to virtue.
The world’s creed is, “He is the bost
man who wears the best coat.”
The man who is envious of evil doers
will soon be an evil door himself.
The man who will not livo np to his
convictions Is untrue to himself.
Gray hair and wripkles may come,
but a happy heart is always young.
Where the temperature is just right
for a saint it is too warm for a sinner.
The man who stands behind truth
to fight has a shelter that is bullet¬
proof.
If all the humor of life could only
be known, what a jolly world this
would be.
The man whose knowledge all comes
from books will not find it the power
to move living men.
Trying to produced look like a wool sheep has
never yet any on tho
back of a goat.—Ram’s Horn.
Parisian Lawyers.
Lawyers In France, according to a
Rochester gentleman, who has jnst
returned from a three years’ sojourn
in Paris, do not have such an easy
time as they do in this oountry, says
the Union and Advertiser. There, far
from encouraging the bright young
men of the land to enter Into the legal
profession, it would seem that they are
discouraged and every obstacle thrown
in their path, the result generally
being that it is only a rioh man who
oan be a lawyer.
“Under the regulations at present
in force,” says this Rochester gentle¬
man, “barristers, after they have kept
their terms and passed a sort of three
years’ novitiate, during which they
have the title of advocate, but have no
voice in the deliberations of the coun¬
cil of discipline, are inscribed on
the rolls. They can plead during
the three years’ probation, but it is a
sort of empty privilege in nine cases
out ten. When an eminent barrister
in France employs a junior it
is generally rolls; should some one inscribed on
the he employ the pto
bationer, the honor thus accorded him
must suffice. He does not pay him.
“But he must live, and here is
where the problem comes in, whioh is
much more easily solved by the Ameri¬
can or English young lawyer than it is
by his Parisian brother. In the first
place, there is the outlay for his gown,
or beretta, which comes close to $16,
unless he prefers to hire it at the rate
of ten cents per day. Then he must
engage some one to teach him deport¬
ment, for this is an essential qualifica¬
tion in this land, where King Etiquette
rules with an iron hand. The servioes
of professor of the conservatory must
also be oalled in to train his voice,
unless nature has been kind to him in
that respect. But these expenses are
mere incidents. He must, above all,
not live in small chambers and rent
dingy offices, Poverty is a poor key
to open the pockets of clients."
A Watch That Winds Itself.
The latest novelty in the line of
timekeepers will appeal to lazy and
forgetful people. It consists of a watch
which does uot require any its winding.
All that is necessary for owner to
do in order to have the time with him
always is to walk the half a mile a day.
The watch does rest.
These novel watches are got out in
several varieties of cases, some of them
extremely ornamental, bnt the kind
most commonly seen in Chioago is
made with a plain blaok case and an
open face. The winding mechanism
oonsists of an ingenious oontrivanoe
by whioh a small weight is railed and
ldwered from the jar of walking. The
motion of the weight works a small
ratchet arrangement, which winds tho
sprinjpto its full tension, and then is
automatically held until more winding
is needed. A course of shaking will up
and down for a few minutes an¬
swer the same purpose as a stroll afoot,
while all the jolts and jaiB of ordinary
existence are likewise mode useful as a
means of winding.—Chicago Tribune.
White Elephants.
In Siam elephants roam wild in the
forests, but a royal edict forbids any¬
body to kill them. Great rewards, on
the other hand, are bestowed upon
any one who is so fortunate as to cap¬
ture a white elephant. Siam,
When one fa secured in it ie
fetched to the capital city and pre¬
sented to the King. Thenceforth
honors almost royal are paid to it. Ii
is garlanded with flowers and pampered
with delioaoiea
1.00 A T«a*.
VOL. VIII. NO. 5.
Georgia Suwanee Southern & Florida* Florida Ry.
Ri ver Route to
Time T«,E>lo No< 31>
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yiTsOpml 7 SOamfjLt OOamijAr Atlanta Ar 8 05pml 40pml 7 45am........
. ‘11 19pm 11 Macon Ly 4 4 15am........
4 27pm 11 28pm|ll 10am Lv Macon Ar 4 27pm| 4 05am 11 10am
7 05pm 1 47«m| 1 34pm Ar Cordele Lv 2 16pm 1 1 47am 8 32am
8 55 pm 3 06am 3 05pm Ar Tifton Lv 12 55pm 12 20nm 6 40am
10 30pm 4 45am 4 52pm Ar Valdosta Lv 11 03am 10 30pm 5 00am
5 6 50am 50»m 6 7 00pm 00pm Ar Ar Jasper L’ko Oty Lv Lv 9 8 56am| 58am 9 8 23pm 25pm
9 50am 10 00pm Ar Palatka Lv 6 OOim 5 30pm
3 10am 3 10pm Lv Tifton Ar 12 45pmjll 55pm
8 5 30am 10am 11 5 50pm 45pm Ar Ar Jaeksnv’l Wayor’ss Lv Lv 10 8 40am 20am’ [ 9 7 40pm 00pm
7 30am 3 20pm|Lv 20pmlAr Tiftou Ar 11 00am 6 80pm
8 50am 4 Fitzg’rld Lv 9 30am 5 00pm
11 32pm 12 33pm Lv Valdosta Ar 4 12pm 4 03am
11 59pm 1 05pm Ar Quitman Lv 3 40pm 3 35am
12 50am 153pm Ar Tho’svil Lv 2 45pm 2 48am
10 50am 11 40pm Lv Palatka * 5 00am 4 40pm
1 55pm 3 35am Ar Sanford 2 00am 1 25pm
3 30pm 6 50am Ar Orlando Lv 12 15am 11 55am
6 7 30pm 40pm 10 9 30am 50am Ar Ar Lakel’nd Tampa Lv Lv | 9 8 40pm| 00pm! 9 8 30am 00am
10 55am Lv Palatka Ar 4 50pm
12 56pm Ar Ormond Lv 2 45pm
3 34pm Ar Rockl’dg Lv 12 06pm
8 05pm ArW. PalBchLv 7 30am
10 30pm Ar Miami Lv 5 00am
Operates Puitmaa Buffet sleepers the year round between Nashville,
Tenn., and Jacksonville, Fla., via Macon and Tifton on trains Nos. 3 and 4.
Operates Local Sleepers the year round between Macon, Ga., and Pa¬
latka, Fla., via G. S. & F. direot on trains Nos. 3 and 4.
Operates Pullman Buffet Sleepers between St. Louis, Mo., and Jackson¬
ville, Fla., via Maoon and Tifton on trains Nos. 1 and 2.
Direct line to Fitzgerald Soldier Colony via Tifton.
No. 1—Dinner, Tifton; Supper, Lake City. No. 2—Breakfast, Lake
City; Dinner, Tifton. No. 3—Breakfast, Lake City. No. 4—Supper, Lake
Oity. No. 5—Supper, Oordele. No. 6—Breakfast, Cordele.
Winter tourist tiokets on sale to all Florida points, commencing Novem¬
ber 1st, 1896.
D. G. HALL, T. P. A., W. H. LUCAS, F. P. A.,
12 Kimball House, Atlanta, Ga. ■ Hogan street, Jacksonville, Fla.
C. B. RHODES, Soliciting Passenger Agent, Maoon, Ga.
JT, LANE, General Superintendent. G. A. MACDONALD, Gen. Pas*. Agl
Tifton and KTortlieastern H« R.
“SOLDIER’S COLONY ROUTE.”
Local Time Table No. 5.
No. 7 No. 3!No. 1 Effective February 9, 1897. No. 2 No. 4 No8.
P.M. P. M. A.M. A.M. P.M. P.M.
4 00 4 00 7 30 Leave.... Tifton, Ga.... Arrive 12 00 7 16 7 15
4 12 4 13 7 45 .. f Brighton, Ga... 11 45 7 00 7 00
4 20 4 22 7 55 ..f Harding, Ga... 11 86 6 51 6 51
4 40 4 42 8 16 ..fPinetta, Ga.... 11 16 6 31 6 31
4 45 4 48 8 31 ....Mystic, Ga.... 11 10 6 25 6 25
4 56 5 00 8 43 ..f Fletcher, Ga... 10 59 6 13 6 18
I 5 10 5 16 9 00 Arrive.. Fitzgerald, Ga... LeavejlO 45 6 00 6 001
Trains Nos. 1, 2, 3 and 4 run daily, except Sunday, Trains Nos. 7 and
8 run on Sunday only, (f) Flag Station. Trains stop only on signal. All
trains make connection with the Plant System and Georgia Southern and
Florida at Tifton, and the Georgia and Alabama at Fitzgerald.
■ F. G. BOATRIGHT, Traffic Manager.
H. H. TIFT, President. W. O. TIFT, Vice-President.
General Offioes; Tifton, Georgia.
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