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BY A. & E. A. M C HAN, WlJfoßX.fr.a'BEM# (JAKES: CHAPTER: TRION R. A, CHAPTER. *i*ht before the third Sunday in April. May, June, July, August, and Septem — ber and on SatuVdsy night beteie the third Sunday in October. Noveinpor, Docember, January, Feb-uarv. and March. C. C. BRYAN, H. P. Q. B. MYERS, Sect'y. ATTORNEYS: J. U. Robertson, Attorney at La tv, sad Solicitor in Chancery. Chattanooga, - - Ten.n. PIACTIOB in Chonrery, Circuit nnd Supreme Court* of TenrietMee nnd U. S. L)UtriclCourt. Aim iu adjoining countio in Georgia, iu Court House. Robert M. W. Glenn, Attorney at Law, I.iFay«tte, - - - - Georgia. WILL PRACTICE in the Supeilor Cmirtu of the komu and adjoining circuit*. Collections a gMulaiiy. Oftca on comer opposite Drug .-tore. I IS 3m. J«U fiblax, C. P. Goreb. Phelan St Goree, Attorneys at Law, Pass Bloch, 219 Market St., aaiTTANOOUA, - - - TENNESSEE W. U, k J. P. Jacoway, Attorneys at Law, Tmnton, .... Georgia. PRACTICE in the rountiw* of Dade, Walker aim Catousa, and adjoining counties, <ind In the So ptaaiu aad Federal Courts Also, Jackson, HeKalh na d> ’hsrokee, in North AUUm.t, and elsewhere by acini reatract. Special attention given to the col >- kaottaa «f cltUaas. W,\JI. Henry, Attorney at "Law, Summerville, - - - - Georgia. WILL practice in the Home nnd adjoining Or tails. Collections a specially. J. C. Clements, Attorney at Law, LaFayette, - - - Georgia. Wli.L practice in the several counties of the Rente aad Cherokee Circuit*, and the Supreme Abeart of G«orgia. F. W. Copeland, Attorney at Law, LaFayette, - - - Georgia. WILD practice In the Superior Courts, of Home Circuit- Elsewhere hy special agreement. Col iaatiaas a sp.cla ty. (Off L-e in rear of Culberson’* •»••■) H. F. Lumpkin, Attorney at Law, LaFayette. - - Georgia. give prompt attention to all business TT entrusted to him. OOiee at Shuford fc Lumpkin’* store. DENTISTS: Dr. Geo. B. Jordan, Resident Dentist, Rising Fawn, - - - - Ga. Offers his professional hervice* to the people ot •ids and Walker counties. Dental operations per gwta> 4 in a neat and suirstantinl mam er. Ail wark warranted to give perfect satisfaction. Will make a professional trip through McLc aasrw 1 Cave, an the flr-t of ea« h month. Dr. J. P. Fann, Resident Dentist. Dalton, - - - Georgia. T AM I'REPAi'EO with all 111* JHuffjWlMoiiErn Improvements in Dental lances to lurn out ns good work na can be had in the Stole, and at ns low prices as •aan be donehy anv firatclass workman. {fif-l guarantee all woik turned out to stand any ad ill reasonable tests. Hptvinl attention given to •orrecting irregnlaritiefi in children’s teeth. (tfj- Ladks wai'ed on at their residence, when un Able to visit tha office. A liberal share of patronage ••1 Iclted, fcy-nffice: Dp-stairs on Hamilton street, opposite MaTonal Hotel. Will visit LaFavette, Walker Co., at Superior Courts August and February. HOTELS: house, • J. WITHERS Proprietor, LaFayette, Georgia. VTTNHE above bouse is thoroughly fur -®- nisbed and prepared with the very best accommodations, for transient and local custom, and at reasonable prices. Satisfaction guaranteed to those who fa vor it with their patronage. “ REAO HOUSE, J. T. READ A SON Pro’rs, A. L. Belong, Bookeeper- Will H. Hamblen, f»’hlef i J. N. Walker, < Day £ Clerks. J. P. Bostick, (Night) Chattanooga, - - - Trim. Fronting Union Passcogear depot. THE ROME HOTEL, Broad §t., Rome, Ga. la Tin Strps op the Railroad. NO OMNIBUS NEEDED LOCATED in the Principal BiiHine«s Square of the City, convenient t.» the Wharf, the Hanks and the Pout Office, and is thoroughly renovated and repainted. J.L. M. ESTES, Proprietor. NATION AL HOTEL, JT. (f. A. LEWIS, Prop’r. Dalton, - - - Georgia, This house is a large four-story brick, within a few steps of the Passenger de BOARD PEE DAY - - - $2.00 Polite sod attentive porters at every train; pass them your checks, walk right aver and make yourself at home. W. M. LEW 18, Clerk. Walker County Messenger. THE MESSENGER. LAFAYETTE, GEORGIA. Thursday Morning, Nov. 11. 1880. Kates of Subscription: Twelve Months $1.50 Hi Months 75 Four Months .. .... 50 Hnule f'optre 05 Invariably in advance. In Atlanta there is an old negro man who is a whitewasher by trade. His wife is stone blind and accompanies him wherever lie goes and helps to carry his trunk. When he gets a job he fixes her a seat and she talks to him while lie does the work. He has not been seen without her in ten years. It is almost impossible to hire an honest servant in. Galveston. A gentleman told his colored servant the other day: * Matildy, if you will bring back the right change from market every morning I’ll give you a dollar a month extra.” “Dat ar won’t near cover it. You has got no idee what a big business dia hear firm is doin’." Laurence county can boast of the moat vigorous old man in Georgia, in the person of Mr. Alxander Out law. He is ninety-three years old, tnd the Dublin Gazelle says he picked—one day last week—one hundred and ten pounds of cotton. He, has been married four times, and his youngest child is now only five years old. A Set Back.—A young man in Yale College went to a barber shop to he sha-ed. It was the first time that any jther hand than he had performed that operation, and he had allowed his heard to grow for a week in order to appear as if lie needed He sat down in the chair. The barber passed his hand lightly over his cheek and said: “Shaved once to-day, sir, haven’t you ?” A young minister and his wife visited the congregation where his father was previously the pastor. He preached on the Subhath, and after service one of the venerable elders, speaking with the young minister’s wife: “Your husband preached from the same text that his lather had the last time he was in that pulpit.” “Indeed P replied the lady, “I hope it wasn’t the same sermon, too.” “Oh, no," said the good elder, "his father was a dread ful smart man.’ — » aw The Rev. Sam Jones remarked on one occasion that “two-thirds of the members of mv church are hon orary members. They don’t come to class meetings, they don’t come to prayer meetings, they don’t at tend the Sunday school, they don’t add to the life of the church, they a.-e passengers on the gospel ship, they hear no burdens, add no strength, their names are on our books, hut they are never with us in church, and I am fearful they will not he with us in that better land.” A certain old gentleman, very rich and still more stingy, is in the habit of wearing his clothes to the last thread. One of his friends, meeting him, exclaimed: "They told me that you had a new hat. and I’ll he hanged if you haven’t!” “Oh, yes.” said the miser, looking ns if he were a trifle ashamed of himself, “you see my wife kept telling me that the old one was a good deal worn out. Well, yester day was in) wife’s birthday, and I got myself a new hat for her hirtli day present.” In the great storm which raged on Lake Michigan last week, the steamer Alpena plying tv-tween Chicago and the eastern ports of the lake, went down with all on hoard, probably eighty souls. No list of the passengers was made, and time only will show who and how many they wi re, beyond a few that were known te have been on hoard. The last time the Alpjnu was seen she was nearly midway between Grand Haven and Chicago, | sailing in fair weather. That same j Friday night the severest storm known in years swept down from j the North and engulfed her. J LAFAYETTE, GEORGIA, THURSDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 11, 1880. Theo’s Love. Isabel had managed toget through with the ceremony very creditably indeed. She had succeeded in look ing queenly and elegant, and Mr. Van Verst had shown all his pride in his handsome eyes when lie looked at her. She had not trembled or appear ed in the least nervous, but, as her bridesroadesaid, behaved as though she were in the habit of getting married every day. After the ceremony, she had gone through the tedious reception, and stood, smiling yet serious—grave, vet pleasant —while her dear 500 friends kissed her, and took her hand, and congratulated her —her feminine friends, who in their se cret souls, were envious of her good luck in having “secured” the hand some, stately man beside her. who filled his position and the honors as a prince of the blood royal might have done—whose name was a pow er in social, financial and political circles, and who had condescended from his high estate to woo lovely Isabel Lisle. And now they were “married and a’.” Ceremony, reception and breakfast were over, and well over, and Mrs. Van Vest had retired to her dressing-room to change her toilet of white satin and lace, pearls anil diamonds, and white roses, for the charming traveling costume of ecru silk and Persia# embroidered garnet cashmere. Just a little to the surprise of the vivacious girls who were supposed to he indispensable on the momen tous occasion, Isabel told them she really very much preferred attend ing upon herself, and, as Isabel usu ally had own her way, Mahle and Maude left her, with a loving, saucy little protest. An 1 she laughed, and turned their out, and then — Regardless of the magnificence of her trailing bridal robes, unmind ful of the rare and costly white ros es she crushed so ruthlessly, this bride of an hour, when she had locked the door and dashed down the curtains, flung herself on her knees beside the lounge, ir. a perfect ecstacy of grief—knelt there, shiv ering and praying. She could riot cry ; it seemed as if all her tears had “forever left her eyes to curdle around her heart.” She did not even make the slighest sound, but oh ! the awful, unspeak able, pent-up agony she until she wondered she did not die then and there -until she prayed God to let her die as she was, or else remove the burden. And the why and wherefore was. that since the night and hour eigh teen months before, when she and Theo. Ed ertor. had parted in proud, indignant coldness—they two who had worshiped each other as even fond lovers not often wor ship— Isabel Lisle bad never spent one happy moment. Not once had she heard of him or from him. He had disappeared as thoroughly from society as though he were dead, and so how could she have known that in his p-que, and stub horness, and unyielding prid , he had put, theocean. foreign countries, deserts between them? All she knew was, he made no sign ; all she realiz'd was, he had gone so far in his displeasure as to give her no opportunity in her peni tent relating. t> he reconciled. And now, this fair, bright day she was Horace Van Verst’s wife. Some one rapped softly on the door, bringing Isabel to her senses. Had it been a minute or an hour since she knelt there, shivering, writhing with longing pain and ut ter abandonment, of despair? Maude St. Willis’cheerful voice called out: “A belated wedding present. Belle - -a check for 81,000. or a Govern ment bond. I date say. seeing it is contained in an envelope. Can't I come in ?” “Not quite yet dear. I'll take the parcel, please.” She unlocked the door and re ceived it; then, with the first sob of pain that had passed her lips yet, she sank faint and weak upon the nearest chair as alio recognized Theo E tmerton’s handwriting. She did riot at once open it; she couidu’l, foe the 90 Id irt m blnig of her hands. She sat there, her heart seeming to stop its beating, until a girlish voice, ns somebody passed the door, speaking about the time of trains, roused her again into a sort of desperate defiance to her self. And then she tore open the en velope and read this: “Without any doubt you will he surprised to receive my elaborate congratulations on the auspicious event that has given to your hus band the sincere, undivided love of your heart, and bestow upon your self the title that means, in your case, that your affections are so surely, so sincerely, placed upon a gentleman so worthy—” Then the vein ot ice-fond snrenem sudilently ceased—even the correct, elegant handwriting changed into a hurried, half illegible scrawl: “Isabel, what have you done ? My God ! what have you done ? Could you have not waited a little while ? You have ruined my hopes, my happiness, my faith and trust in woman. You have killed me —killed mo ! May God forgive you, and, if ever I prayed, I pray now that I may forget I ever loved—yes, that I lova you more madly than ever.” Such a letter—such despair, such hopeless bitterness, such anguish of misery, such pain of anger—and Mrs. Van Verst crushed it in her hand, till the paper was a*mass of broken fragments. “I will forget him—l will not go to my husband, with such thoughts in my heart! My,-God, I will be true —I must he true! Oh, make me true to him and don’t let me swerve 1 Heaven help me!” And with hands clasped and lovely eyes uplifted, she stood one moment, until a loving Father had His blessing of endurance and pa tience, and earnest resolution and consciousness of His own strength and presence, upon her heart. Unit was sick unto despair. Half an hour later, she looked up in her husband’s face as they sat alone in the coach that was convey ing them to the depot—such a good grand face that accompanied the character, no woman could come in contact will) and fail to thoroughly reverse and admire. And a sudden little thrill of humble content warmed in her eyes and quivered into a peaceful smile, as she laid her hand on his. “I mean to lie such a good wife, Horace,” she said, gently. “My darling, 1 know it,” lie ans wered her, “and I am mnat blessed of any man on God’s earth to-day.” So their wedded life began. * * * * * Two yea is afteward, and half a city in mourning, because of the pitiless scourge that the hot mid summer days had swept relentless down upon it. And in a nearly deserted hotel, where fashion, and beauty and wealth had fled before the grim oncoming of the pestilence two people lying dead —young, handsome even in death, with re finement and nobility on their marble faces. And the death-roll, that morning telegraphed to happier Northern cities, contained these names: “Mr. Horace Van Verst, and his wife, Mrs. Isabel Lisle Van Verst; ’ while in an adjoining room, rosy, heal thy, joyous and unconscious of her awful loss, their baby girl, a year old watched over by one careful nurse, while another, gray-haired and tearful, was hurriedly making preparations to leave the accursed, fever-stricken city. * * * * * Theo. Eduierton had taken up his position at the foot of the grand staircase, and was rather enjoying looking on at the gay crowd that was fast filling Mr«. Willard’s par lor’s. and especially looking, as was not the first, or the second, or the dozenth time he had looked just so eagerly at lovely Vivian Gwyneth. Os late, Eduierton had been pass ing through a strange experience, and fairhaired Vivian was very in timately connected with it —so in timately that, during these past few weeks, Eduierton had come to know that that had happened to j him he had thought nevet could | happen to him again, after the des- : olate, waste time in his life when i Isabel Lisle had married another. I lie had thought never to renew his trust in woman. He had had no hope or wish that the wreck lie had believed himrelf in love and passion should ever ho made anew. And then right into the debris of his affections, Vivian Gwyneth had come, with sympathy and healing. Until, standing watching her to night, the fairest, brightest star in Mrs. Willard’s brilliant assembling Theo, Eduierton knew lie loved her Until he was wondering what the remnant of his heretofore unblest life would be worth to him if, when lie asked lovely Vivian lor her love, she should withhold it. For he had made up liis mind slowly, during the past fe.w weeks, that he was warranted in asking her. He was almost sure she cared for him ; and vet i( it should so hap pen that she did not. An hour afterward he stood be fore Vivian Gwyneth, alone with her, in the fr igrant, half-dim fer nery, with his handsome face pale with passionate pleading, his eyes full of masterful tenderness, ns lie tol<l her how lie loved her, and ask ed for her sweet self in return. And Vivian ? I think it was the sweetest way a woman ever gave herself to her lover, that which she did, in her own perfect way, so proud, so ten der, so charmingly sly. “Before I answer you,” she said, lifting her glorious eyes to his in a swift, radiant little glance—“before I answer you, let me show you— this—the picture of him I have loved all my life. Even as a baby I began to worship it. It was my ideal—l have worn it night and day. Would you care to have me tell you what you wish, knowing wliat 1 have told you ?’’ A gasping sort of vague fear crept chilly over him in that one instant when she laid a diamond-crusted gold loekelt in his hand. And then he opened it to look into his own eyes the picture he had giver. Isabel Lisle nineteen years before. She smiled in bis astonished face. “You don’t know —no one knows but my dear adopted parents—that I am Isabel Lisle’s child ; but I knew you, Theo., the first time 1 saw you, and think if I had not bad mamma’s loekelt, I should still have known you from her letters and diary I have kept. Are you sorry I am mamma's daughter?” Was it possible —was it possible? Isabel’s child ! Then all the passion came radi antly hack to his pale face and as tonished eyes, as lie held out his arms caressingly. “1 think your mother lias given you to me. I loved her, hut not as I love you; 011, my little one! Vi vian, will you come to me? Will you give yourself to me?” And she stepped inside the out stretched arms and laid her bright head on his breast, and made him realize that it was for liis highest human happiness that fate had seemed so apparently cruel in all those past dreary years, which now in one little moment, blotted out forever. I » ■ A young man in Blair county, Pennsylvania, has discovered an ingenious and successful way to capturesquirrels.dead or alive with out either gun or aniunition. His outfit consists of a *et of climhers, such as used by telegraph repair ers, a sheath knife, a pack of fire cracker', box of matches and a dog. The dog holds the game. Tiie young man puts on liis climbers, and goes up to the hole in the tree, lights a fire cracker and drops it into the hole. Wien it explodes the frightened squirrel rushes out into a hag held over the hole, or if he wishes to kill it he strikes its head oil with the sheath knife; if he misses, the dog soot) finishes it. By this novel contrivance he often j brings in from ten to twenty squir- j rele a day. BUrge game is captur- ( cd in the same way. Georgia was never in a more j prosperous condition —the cotton | and corn crops were never better, all our towns are improving, the system of agriculture has greatly improved emigrants are coming in, atid the empire ia booming. What an Old Farmer Hays. This is the advice of an old man who has tilled the soil for forty years. lam un old man, upward ol threescore years, during two score of which 1 have been a tiller of the soil. 1 cannot say that lam now, hut I have been rich, and have ull I need, do not owe a dollar, have given my children a good educa tion, and when I am called away will leave them enough to keep the wolf from the door. My experience has taught me that: 1. One acre of land well prepared and well cutivatcd, produce more than two which received only the same amount of labor used on one. 2. One cow, horse, mule, sheep or hog well fed is more profitable than two kept on the amount nec essary to keep one well. 3. One acre of clover or grass is worth more'than two of cotton where no grass or clover is raised. -4. No farmer who buys, oats, corn, wheat, fodder and linv, as n rule, for years, can keep the sheriff away from the door in the end. 5. The farmer who never reads the papers, sneers at book farming and improvements, always has a leaky roof, poor stock, broken down fences, and complains of bad ‘sea n SODP. 6. The farmer who is above his business and entrusts it to another to manage, soon has no business to attend to. 7. The farmer whose habitual beverage is good water, is healthier, wealthier ar.d wiser than lie who does not refuse to drink. ■— - - A Girl in ltoy’s Clothes. A press dispatch from Minneap olis, October 30th, says : “This city has a sensation of no small preten sions. A young woman was arreß ted here yesterday who has been masquerading for a year and a half ,»s a young man, giving the name Leon Belmont, and claiming to be a nephew of August Belmont, of New York, arid that he would soon come into possession of large prop erty. Belmont wus a great fli rt ? making love promiscuously to ma ny young ladies of this city, who regarded him as a good catch, lie became engaged to a Miss Grace Watts and a Miss Bracket, both prominent young ladies. This dual engagement led to trouble, which ended in the arrest of the supposed young man and discovery of her sex. It is said that Miss Bracket had before expressed a doubt of Belmont's masculinity, but was bluffed into silence by her lover. — The other and more serious charges wiii probably he preferred against the young lady, whose real name is not known. She is supposed to huve stolen various sums of money in Wall’s house, where she boarded and never paid a board bill in ovet a year.” A Strange Oceurrcuce. Last Saturday a week ago, while Mr. Isaac Reed and his feur chil dren were picking cotton upon a portion of land belonging to Mr. Newton Cates, in this county, rocks began to fall about’ when Mr. Reed in anger grasped up a stone and exclaimed, “Who ever you are, if you don’t stop you’ll get this,” holding up the stone in liis hurid. But the rocks kept on falling so fast that all began to wonder who could be throwing them, when it wes noticed that they were rising off the ground about them and fall ing hack! So strange a sight caused them to leave the field ar.d go to the house near by. when the stone falling commenced there. Some of the near neighbors were sent for, among them Mr. N. Cates, and Mr. J. Bezel,(a sister of whom is Mr. Reed’s wife) and all saw the rocks falling, some of which were hot, and all testify to the same facts—for facta they are—but as to the cause, none of them pretend to know.— Now. some will be so incredulous as utterly to deny this and cry out “Pshaw !’’ and “superstition,” yet, in spite of all, these are as well es tablished facts, as human testimo ny can establish. Better accept them as facts, and go to investigat ing for the. cause. On Monday week the same manifestations were re peated at the same place, and one of the stones struck a little boy on VOL. IV. NO. 17. the foot, nnd another stone struck Mr. Hazel on the shoulder. Hv the way this is not the first time that these sort of “manifestations” and “appearances,” or call them by what name you please, have occur red, but in other places in this State and Virginia, such have oc curred.— Marietta Journal . Bismarck's hast Cigar. Bismarck once told a group of visitors the following: “The value of a good cigar,” said he, “is best understood when it is the last you possess, and there is no chance of getting another. At Roniggratz I had only one cigar left in my pock et, which 1 carefully guarded dur ing the whole of the buttle, ns a miser does his treasure. I did not feel justified in using it. I painted it, glowing colors, in my mind, the happy hour in which I should en joy it after the victory. But I had miscalculated my chances.” “And what,” asked one of the company, “was the cause of your miscalculation ?” “A poor dragon," replied Bis marck, "who lay helpless with both arms crushed murmuring for some thing to refresh him. I lelt in my pockets and found I only had gold, and that would be of no use to him. But stay—l still had my treasured cigar! I lighted this for him and placed it between his teeth. You should have seen the pocr fel low’s grateful smile! I never enjoy ed a cigar so well as that one 1 did not smoke.” lie Faithful. The only way to he faithful in anything is to be faithful in every thing. The only way to be faithful in great things is to bo faithful in small things. When I was in col lege, I engaged a countryman to bring mo a load of wood in Novem ber, at a certain price. November came and the price of wood bad ris en. But on the appointed day my man arrived. I congratulated him on bis punctuality. “Yes,"said he, ‘I could have bad two dollars mole per cord for my wood, at home.— But 1 bad promised to bring it to you and so I said I should be n poor sort of fellow if my word is not worth two dollars.” A Faithful Servant;— A young German from Mecklenburg was re cently lucky enough to win 860,000 iri one day at Monaca, and at once went to the hotel and locked up the amount in a cash box, intending to 'eave for home the next morning without further tempting fortune. On awakening the next day, how ever, the box was gone, and with it his old valet, who on numberless occasions hud given proofs of fideli ty and affection to his master. As >t was, the young man had to te-legraph home for money to leave the place, and learned that the servant was in Mecklenburg with the cash intact, having de camped with it for fear that his master would risk it at the gaming table again, as he had seen so many other lucky ones do. A Sad “Good-Bye.”— l was wit ness of a tragic occinrence last week A lady was saying “Good-bye” to some friends who were leaving her pretty country house after a short stay, and incautiously came out upon the steps to wave them a last adieu. The wind was high, and as the breeze swept around the house it caught a beautifully curled and very innocent-looking fringe that adorned her forehead, and swept it right away. The lady turned and and fled, while a grinning flunkey picked up the little toupee, and carried it off, I hope, to the lady’s maid. Two of the most respectable citi zens of Galveston got to talking politics. “You areas obstinate as a mule,’ said one. “But I never make an ass of my self, like you do.” "Genll°men,” said a bystander, “such near relatives ought never to j talk politics in public.” The trouble about taking medi ! cine warranted to cure all diseases I is that it may not know exactly | what is wanted of it, and in that ! case it will go fooling around in the i system trying to cure you of some i disease that you have not got.