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BY A. & E. A. M C HAN, eWSWIWW JOWWIRIRIWRBIiIR#. O. 353 . JT Ji. M E Ea, £ CHATTANOOGA, • • - TENNESSEE, DEALER IN PIG IRON, IRON ORE, RAR IRON, NAILS, I NEKS’ TOOLS, LIGHT RAILS, STEEL, PICKS. KISH PLATES, RAILROAD SPIKES, SHOVELS, TRACK BOLTS. RAILWAY, FOUNDRY, MILL & HIRERS' SUPPLIES, Wrought Iron Pipe and Fittings, BRASS GOODS. INGOT COPPER, HOSE, STEA GAUGES, BLOCK TIN, BELTING, GLOBE VALVES, AC., PIG AND BAR IRON, PACKING, Cast Iron Pipe, RifU »nd Blasting Powder, Roofing Slate, Foundry Coke, Fire Brick, Blacksmith Coal. Knowels’ Pump*, and Bticlil Brothers’ Scales, Ma chinery, Engine*, Etc.. April 9, *BO. 6m. Mgi ENSUES & BOILERS New and Second-Hand lltm ALL KINDS OF SECOND JLj . F* Y Y 10 , FAMILY AND FANSY GROCERIES, &C„ 6 ■ We liaye a splendid line of Also a fine assortment of Dou*eti:rni*h39ig Moods, Whiskies and everything Factory Yarns, Coffee, usually kept iis n first- Sugar Salt and class GKOCBRY Mackerel. STOKE. All kinds of Produce wanted for which we will pay the highest market price. e@rThe trade of ilorlli Georgia respectfully solicited Between the W. & A. R. R. crossing and the A. & G. S. Depot. CIIATTANOOG A, TEXXESSKE diiiST~nr~n ii i hi in iimiim |i hi i ilium m■ in ~ T. H. PAYNE & CO., SttOse33ors to Patton and Payne JOBBERS AND RETAILERS OF School Books, Station ery, Blank Books, Wall Paper, Pic ture Frames and Moul dings . Our stock is complete in every line and prices n o t r r o 31 ON SCHOOL BOOKS, PATER, Envelops, Pen 3. Ink Pencils and slates. We make Picture Frames •f every discretion and price. The Largest stock ot WASjL pa Plies in East Tennessee. CROtitllT Sets. Tlie best asitl clienpc»t in the market at sl.lO, $8.75, $2.- 00, $2.50, *3.00, *3.50, $5.00 perset. Fluse SkslSs and j bat* of every description. Send for Sample and prices T. H. PAY.YE A: C«., Chattanooga, Tenn. | A REVOLUTION A. W. JUDD, Portrait and Landscape PHOTOGRAPHER, has secured the exclusive right for the sity of Chattanooga to use the WOHDEEFUL AEOTYPE PROCESS. • This is the process which has brought about sue* l a startling revolution in the manner of producing photographic prints. The arotype prints are made with printer’s inks on a common hand press, and arc therefore absolutely per manent. The iuo>t remarkable feature t of this improvement is the cheapness with which the prints can be produced. We respectfully solicit an inspection of the exquisite specimens of the work on exhibition 212 Market street, Chattanoo ga, Tenn. Respectfuly, A W. oUDD. 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Sole Agents j Hop Cough Cure destroys all pain. loorensthe cough, quiets tho nerved, produces re. t, and neverß j fails to cure. The TTop Pad for Stomach, Liv-r and Kidneys,l Is superior to all others. Cureii by absorption. liß j is pert . tot—auk druggLts. H The Mop Ritter* • <»•» n f P.orhe*h*r, V. Y. onfy, prtt-l j I<nre these remedies. nl.ot1! j> i. .v it arciniioß j eiiM ever ma<i«, lining more cures tliaa at i other reineiliei. 9 } BY ALL^PRUQCISTS.J 1\ 31. Nyman Makes a trip to Chattanooga, passing through LaFayette evtry week. He | ! pays higher prices for produce, poultry and eggs than anybody. 11 is charges for I hauling from Chattanooga is very rea sonable, and he takes better care of i goods than any man on the line. He is j I accommodating to all, and deserves a | | liberal patronage. Have your orders ready every Saturday (Vetting. He will j \ return to ijuFayette on Wednesday. j LAFAYETTE, GEORGIA, THURSDAY MORNING, SEPTEMBER 30, 1880. For Life and Love. It was in the spring of the year and luid rained almost incessantly for two weeks. Harriet Holder re sided with her aunt, Miss Hannah Linwood, in Thornway, a village about eight miles from a Northern town where Florian Courtland held a good situation in a bank, and Flo rian grew impatient for fair weather and a chance to visit his peculiar be loved. There was little immediate prospect of aces ation of the rain, and one Sunday morning theardent jover resolved to set the weather at defiance and accordingly he set out for his horse, and prepared for his stormy ride. He came down from his room arrayed in a water proof coat, thick hoots and coarse gloves, a glazed hat covering his curling, golden hair, and a riding-whip in his hand. The parlor door stood partly open, and as he was passing iton his way through the hall, Mrs. Maurice, the lady with whom he lodged, came out. “Dear me, Mr. Courtland,” she exclaimed, with a glance of surprise at his rough weather dress, “it is impossible that you are going out in this ruin ?” “The rain will do me no harm ; you see I am prepared for it,” an swered Florian, smilingly. “But it is so unpleasant,” urged that lady. “Where in the world canyon wish to go in such weather?" she added, curiosity getting the better of politeness. “To Thornway,” replied Florian, blushing slightly. “.’•Vhat’s that, Mr. Courtland?” called out Maurice, who was read ing his-morning paper in the par lor. “He says lie is going to Thorn way ; actually to Thornway, on such a day as this !” said Mrs. Maurice responding for Florian. “Mr. Courtland, you are crazy !” said the gentleman, joining his wife at the door. “The roads are in a horrihlecondition, and will he worse by night. Come listen to reason and stay at home.” But Florian refused to listen to reason, and took himself off in spite of warning or entreaty. On any other errand it would have been a dispiriting ride, and, if he had been bound for any other destina tion he would have turned back ; but the thought of meeting Harriet spurred him forward. The ws y grew worse with every mile ; his horse plodded slowly through the mud, stumbling now and then in some of the many ruts and pitfallls; the rain poured steadily down, beating into his face and running in streams from his cap; and iie was very thankful when at last he came within the vicinity of Lin wood, as the estate of Harriets aunt was named. He had taken a seldom used by road to shorten the distance to Lin wood, where the road was divided hy-a small stream, which hounded one side of the estate, and was cross ed by fording. But now tire long rains had swollen the waters to a flood, and the stream lashed into billows by its own velocity, and rushed onward at a rale that made the thought of fording it a wild insanity. With a mental anathema against his own stupidity in not thinking of this, Courtland turned to retrace his way to the main road, two miles back, where the little riv er was spanned by a bridge: Op posite him across the stream, he could see thegray walls of Linwood. and in his anxiety to be within them the two miles seemed like twenty. But the bridge was reached at last and crossed. Florian had no ticed, as he approached the bridge that the land at a little distance be low it which was low and flat, was was completely flooded, the river, overflowing here, having submerg ed it to a wide extent. A point or knoll of land, close upon the rivers bank, remained dry forming a little ! island in the midst of the whirling i muddy flood ; and upon this island j stood a small house, which, as Flo rian perceived with concern, was evidently occupied for a thin blue j wreath of smoke was ascending I from the chimney. If there were ; people in that dwelling, their posi-) tion was most perilous, as the water j was rising fast and threatened soon j to cover the land and sweep away the house. Florian turned asido from the high way and rode down to the edge of the flooded lowland ; as he approached the waters edge, he saw ] a female form appear at the window of that threatened dwelling, and a handkerchief was waved imploring ly toward him. Unhesitatingly he rode into the water, which for some distance was not over his horse’s hack but it soon grew deeper, forcing the ani mals to swim. Florian urged him | forward and, drawing near the I house; the door was thrown open j and l.e cried out in affrighted sur- I prise, for there stood Miss Linwood and Harriet Gelder ! “Harriet!” cried Florian, “for heaven’s sake how came you here?” “We came to see a sick woman,” replied Harriet with prompt cool ness, “and the water rose before we” “It is rising now and fast,” he in terrupted, excitedly, “and there is no time to waste. My horse will carry two; which of you shall I take first ?’’ “The sick woman first," said Har riet quietly. Fiir!, coquette, os she was called, and not without cause, yet the ele ment of heroism was in her nature. She was as calm and cool now as she had ever been in her life, while her aunt stood trembling with ex citement. Florian trembled too, as looked at the feeble old woman, whom Miss Linwood was assisting from her chair to the door, and whom he had not noticed until Harriet called his attention to her. He trembled with the appalling fear there would not be time to go and return twice, before the swiftly rising water should have torn the frail structure from its foundations; for there was already an inch of water on the floor. But he only cast one glance at Harriet's calm face ami stooped to lift the sick wo man tip before him. Without a word lie turned his horse toward the shore, and the good beast with its double burden, struggled hack through the flood. Harriet and her aunt waited, shivering as they watched the wa ter growing deeper and deeper upon the floor, and lieard the waves wash with an even Iruder sound against the frail four walls that stood between them and death.— They saw Florian reach the shore, place the sick woman upon the ground and turn his now unwil ling steed toward the house again. They were standing kir-e deep in water when lie once more approach ed the already shaking build ing. lie did not speak a word, hut looked silently from Harriet to her aunt, his white face growing whiter yet as Harriet said, in steady tones, ‘Aunt Hannah first.” “Harriet —” commenced Miss Linwood. “Go, Aunt Hanner!” “Harriet, I won’t I” “You must !” said Harriet firm- , >y “Harriet! For pity sake— “ You are delaying her, Miss Han nah,” exclaimed Florian hoarsely "Come she will not yield, if she dies!” With a groan Miss Linwood gave j up, and he lifted her upon his horse. The turbulent waters washed in to the room and lie staggered and clung to the wall for support. Florian’s face was ghastly as he bent forward and placed his h ind upon her shoulder whispering in a choked voice, “Kiss me Harriet.” She put her arms around Ins neck and kissed him —a long pas sionate kiss, which was their first, and might be their last. He strained her to him, saying, “Harriet, do you love me?” “Yes Florian.” She then leaned against the wall again, as lie went, and hid her face, trying to shut out the sight of those yellow waters creeping up the side of the room, higher and higher with every wave that rolled in j through the door. As Florian reached the shore a carriage win approaching in the distance rocked from side to side, with the furious speed to which the driver was lashing the horses. “It is the carriage from Linwood,”, said Miss Hannah ; “wo have boenj afraid of a freshet, and they have taken alarm and come hack to look for us." Florian did not hear her ; he was urging his exhausted horse into the flood again. The poor beast trem bled and hesitated ; hut Florian spurred him fiercely on, smiting him with his clenched list, and shouting at him in his frantic ex citement. He was half mad with agony as he looked across the tur bid waters to the half submurged house and saw that they had risen above the lop of its door, and Har riet had climbed through the roof, where she clung in momentary per il of death. When the hurrying carriage reached tiro spot, and Miss Lin wood's coachman leaped to the ground, Florian was half way hack to Hairiet. Mistress and man stood with pallid faces and hearts that hardly heat, silently watching the beautiful girl, as she citing to the frail support, and the young man, with his white face, and his golden hair blowing hack as he dashed n adly through the flood to her rescue. While they watched a great bil low came rolling in from the riveri roaring fearfully, and tossing its yellow water, as it dashed upon Harriet’s refuge. Miss Linwood screamed, and her servant uttered a hoarse cry for where the house had been before was a whirling wreck of boards and timbers, arid Florian’s horse was strugg’ing, rider less toward the shore ! But e.not her moment and they saw that Harriet yet clung to the floating roof, and Florian was be side her upon it. Seizing a long' - board as the waters whirled it with in reach, he guided tlie frail rail with it toward the siiore. As lie ' neared the land, the couch mar. frun Linwood sprang into the win ters and came to hir assistance, and in a few moon nts they were all standing upon the land a wet, drip ping, but profoundly thankful par ty- They proceeded as fast as the carriage could carry them to Lin wood, where they all found plenty of employment for the remainder ol the day in gett.og rid of the effects of their perilous adventure—so far as they could do so. It transpired that the sick wo man had not received any injury ; Miss Hannah had cau lit a slight cold ; Harriet had caught a severe one, and Florian had caught—liar riet. —- The Agony of (Jetting Up. “The greatest trial in the life ofa Southern farmer boy is getting up summer mornings,” remarked a gentleman as he sat with a party of friends. “When i was a boy tli'* voice of u y father, calling me inorn i gs, struck terror to the core of my heart. Just about daylight, in that hazy time of day when you can gape into listless bliss and stretch into paradise, the old gentleman would step to the foot of the stairs and call: " 'John, on John.’ “Ye-e-s, sir.’” “Get tip Broad daylight. Get up and feed the horses while your mothers' gettin a bite to eat. Hur ry up. \Ve must finish that corn before it rains. Are you coming ?’ “No answer. “ ‘John.’ “ 'Ye-es, sir!’ “ 'Are you coming ?’ " 'Yes, sir.’ “Who could get up at such n time? Who could break a spell born of heaven ! Another stretch. The refreshing air comes through the window. How delightful ! A winking struggle :)t.!r<*«n conscious ness ami a delightful oblivion. A gentle doze. I dream that 1 am up Igo out to the stable and begin putting the gear upon my horse. ,In tying the hum-string I lift the horse from the ground. He goes up in the air, and catching hold of the ham-string I float with the animal out of the door and j around the lot. ‘“Git out of this bed , sir,” and my father grabs me. “‘l I thought I was up. I'll ; get up.’ “‘Get right up here,’ and hand’s i me my pants. I take hold of them. \ My eyes, are so heavy that I can’t j see. I feel strange. I seem to he [ coming from the spring with a j bucket of water. “ ‘Put on them breeches, I tell you. Well, if lie hasn’t gone to sieep trying to put on his clothe:'!’ “Finally, l put on the pants and reached fur my jacket, 'Hurry up!’ says the old gentleman, turning Irotn the door to see how well the work is progressing. I sit on the side us the bed and begin putting on my socks. The old gentleman has gone down. L pull on one suck and lean my head against the Oed-post. 1 lose all presence of mind. Again 1 do.-e. ‘“Whack, whack, whack.’ “ ‘l’m up. Oh, dog-gon-it, I’m up. I won’t do it any more. Oh, uo-ugli.’ " 'Come on, this minute, sir.’ ''Everything is clear. lam wide awake. I hear the steaming tea kettle us I pass the kitchen door, and even whistle as 1 cut oats for the Imrses. I suppose that nearly every Southern boy whose parents ■ were not wealthy has gone through -a similar experience. —Little Itock Gazette. A Lost Legacy. A dumpy little man with an anx ious face came up to the railings of Warden Finn’s oflioe in the Totnlis yesterday, and said: “I reckon you’ve heern of Jim Codling about these parts —Ragged J : m Codling they call <1 him for short.” The Warden said that he had, with an air that betokened that the Codling in question iiad been a fre quent charge of his. “D’ you know wot’s become o’ Sv Jim ?” the other then asked, r “Yes” said tiie Warden. — i Poor time—ilied at the work’us.” “Yes?” said the stranger, softly. ■ “I’m his brother." I Then lie turned to go out, but I came back presently with another query. “Did you see much o’ Jim your self?” “Oh, yes, lie was here quite fre quently.” "Talked to him quite often ?” "Yes, occusionally.” “ismine ask you, was Jim at all confidenshu! ?” “Well, lie talked a good deal when he was Holier and a good deal more when lie wasn’t.” The strangers’s face brightened. “Alt, perhaps then, you know if he goilghed or mauled or wiped the streets with a galoot named Tomp kins that he hail started out to get square with ?” "I’m sure I couldn’t say.” “Ah, that’s sad, very sad,” said tile brother of the deceased quite plaintively. "I don’t know if he got hunk w’th him now or* not. You see I’m after Tompkins on my own account, and Jim should a’ left word before dyin’ if I was to settle tiis score too. But the cuss always was forgetful of Ins fami ly.” And the stranger sighed as he edged away.— A' Y. llcrald. Ouc-Sidi'il Men. A writer in the Popular Science, Mtmthly says : I was once sitting in a cool umler ground saloon a? Leip sic, while without people were ready to die from tile heat, when a new guest entered and took a seat opposite to me. The sweat roll ed in great drojCii from iiis face, and lie was kept busy with his handkerchief till at last he found relief in the exclamation, “Fear full ho 1 '!” 1 watched him uMcn tjvc'i’y as lie called for a cool drink, f, r I expect every moment that he would fall from his chair in a fit of apoplexy. The man must have noticed that I was observing him, for lie turned toward me suddenly, saying: “I am a curious sort of person, am I not?’ ‘Why?’ I asked. 'Because I perspire only on the right side.’ And so it was , the right cheek |and the right half of his foie- | head was as hot as fire, whilu the left side of his face bore not a j | trace of perspiration, I had never j | t-eeri the like, and and in my aston- j | isbment, was about to enter into J conversation witli regarding his j j physiological curosity rVLeu liisj VOL. IV. NO. 11. neighbor on the left broke in with j the reinurk : 'Then wo nre the opposites and counterparts for each other ; for £ perspire only on the left side.’ This, too, was the fact. So the pair took seats opposite to each other, and shook hands like two men who had just found each his other half. LKtUL TIMBER. Tlie tiovernov (live.', a Colored Man En couragement. “Hole on dar, boss, an’ give mo some pints," said a cj’ored man, addressing the Governor. I wants ter ax you some facts bout studvin law. How long do a man hah to study fore he takes a situation in de courts ?” “Well,” remarked "the governor, stopping, "that depends upon a man’s adaptability.” “Upon his what, gubner ?” “His adaptability.” “Keep ur talkin’. Doan stop case f scratch my head. Keep on, gin’ me dat sorter conversation. ’D.iptubility. Ks dat aint a 'recon struction word 1 neber heard oh 1 one. What books do a man hab ter read ?" “First, he should take up Black stone, and after familiarizing himr self with this writer, he should rent Story and Bocvier, Greenleaf on Evidence and other standard works.” “Den he could ’gin ter practice, could lie ?” “Yes.” “Wall how long ’fore ho could be de nominee for gubner on do dim ocrutic ticket ?” “That would depend upon good behavior.” . “Yus, wall what wag’s would de state pay arter de stugent ’gins tir practise ?” “The Htnte doesn’t pay lawyers. They are not engaged hy the state unless elected to certain offices.” “Den I’m fooled. I thought dat de state payed all de lawyers, ’case I hear ’em talk ’bout windin’ up de state. So hits only in de case of certain offices. Dat’s sorter slim, fur no office is certain in Arkansaw. I run for justice oh de peace some time ago. an’ when da sat down tur count de voles one oh de nigger jedges said, ‘git outen de way ole man. Yer’s got no votes in dis box.’ An when da got through I didn’t hub nonp.” “Were you thinking a studying law ?” asked the governor. “Nor, sail; blit I’se got a son what’s sorter ’dined dat way. He’s a weakly, ashy sorter boy, an ain’t aide to keep up his eend wid de udder hoys. I knows dat he’d make a good lawyer, fur once when he slipped inter de patch an’ stole de biggest watermellion I had he denied hit, an’ when I measured de tracks an’ den measured his feet, he prubed dat hit warn’ him. I knowed dat he stole de mellion, for 1 seed him when he tuck hit, hut somehow he pruved dat he didn’t. Arter dis I thought dat he’d make a good lawyer. His mudder wanted him ter boa preacher, but 1 jes told her de state couldn’t ’ford to ioso sicli legal knowledge ez dat Loy’sgct. Doan ver think he’d inako de right sort of n lawyer, gubner?’’ “lie’s the right kind of timber, no doubt,” said the governor. “I’se glad ter ’ceive such cour agement. I’ll git dat Blaekrock book nn’ make him commence right away. De cullud folks should handle moah law an’ less gospel, Da’s bin haulin’ de gospel fur a hundred years, an’ still dar cloak ob ’ligion ain’t ez think ez a coon skin.” ■». ‘Why, how do you doyoa?’ and there was a cordial, hut brief kiss ing season. “I haven’t seen you for ever so long. You haven't called, you know.’ I know it I don’t go anywhere. Last week I was attho shore, next week off for the moun tains, September is so delightful, you know, and I am over to sister’s or up to mother’s about every dsy, uml so much shopping to do, 1 really ,do not go anywhere. And they smiled and said good-bye three times apiece. —New Havetk Regular. Take tho MkhUWSER,