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TRION R, A. CHAPTER.
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May, June, July, August, and Septem
ber and on Saturday night before the
third Sunday in October, Novomper,
December, January, February, and
March, 0. C. BRYAN, 11. P.
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ATTORNEYS:
J. M. Robertson,
Attorney at Law,
wad Solicitor in Chancery.
‘ Chattanooga, - - Tens.
PRACTICE in Chancery, Circuit and Supreme
Courts of Tennessee and U S. District Court.
Also in adjoining counties in Georgia.
in Court House.
Robert M. W.; Glenn,' ~
Attorney at Law,
LaFayette, - - - - Georgia.
■VI7 lUi PRACTICE In tlie Superior Courts of the
W Koine and adjoining circuits. Collections a
specialty. Office on corner opposite Drug tiore.
fc&S 35 Sin.
JeHN PrffLAN, C. P. Goßkk.
Phelan & Gorec, ,
Attorneys at Law,
Poss Block,
249 Market St.,
BBATTANOOOA, - - - .TENNESSEE.
W. U. & J. P. Jacoway,
Attorneys at Law,
Trenton, - - - - Georgia.
PRACTICE in the counties of Dade, Walker and
Cato.nsa. sod a Ij dningcounties, and in ilie So
promo and Federal Court* Also, Jackson, PcKalb
an <Cb«rokee, in North Alabama, and elsewhere by
ftpteial contract. Special attention given to the col
lection of claims.
W, M. Henry,
Attorney at "Law,
Summer vieids, •• • - Georgia.
WILL practice in the Rome and adjoining Clr
eoita. Collections a specialty.
J. C. Clements,
Atloritey at Law,
LaFayette, - - - Georgia.
WILL practice in the several counties es the
Rome and Cherokee Circuits, and the Supreme
COurl of Georgia.
F. W. Copeland,
Attorney at Law,
LaFayette, - - - Georgia.
WILL practice in the Superior Courts, of Rome
Circuit. Rh:ewhere hyepcciil agreement. C«l
--luettons a sp.-cia.ty. (OflL-e in rear of Culberson’s
atore.)
H. P. Lumpkin,
Attorney at Law,
LaFayette, - - Geoiigia.
11 ILL give prompt aitentiou to all business
? 7 entrusted to tfiui.
fly- Olhce at Sliuford fit Lumpkiii’s store.
DENTISTS:
Dr. Goo. E.'Jordan,
Elcsidesst ii>cnti^t,
Rising Fawn, - - - - Ga.
Offers his professional services to the people ol
Dade and Walker counties. Dental operations per
formed in a neat and substantial maimer.
All work warranted to give perfect satisfaction.
Will make a professional trip through McLe
onorefl' Cove, on the first of eat h month.
Dr.;J. P. Pann,
Kesiitenl Dentist.
Dalton, - - - Georgia.
r am prepared with an ti.e
S. 1 Mo'fiern Improvements in Dental
to turn out ns good work
as can be hnuiuthc State, and at n* low prices as
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guarantee all work turned out to stand nny
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HOTELS:
GBHEE HOUSE,
j, \VlTlilHts< Proprietor,
LaFayette, Georgia.
r g NflE above house is thoroughly fur
-A- nished and prepared with the very
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local custom, and at reasonable prices.
Satisfaction guaranteed to those who fa
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READ HOUSE,
J. T. BiLAD&SOI I»ro’rs,
A. L. DeLong, Bookeepar-
Will 11. Hamblen, f Chief i
j. N. Walker, < Day •
J. P. r.oHTICK, ( Night)
Chattanooga, - - - Tenia.
Fronting Union Passengear depot.
THE ROME HOTEL,
Jlroad St., Rome, Ga.
In Ten Steps of the Railroad.
AO oil Aim* NEEDED
I- OCATEn in tile Principal Businem Square nr
City, convenient to trie Wharf, the Banks
Olid thn Part office, and is thoroughly renovated and
ropainti.il. J L.M. ESTES, Proprietor.
HafIOHAL HOTEL,
j. Q. A. LEWI*, Prop’r.
Dai.ton, * - - Georgia,
This house is a large four-story brick,
within a few steps of the Passenger de
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Polite and attentive porters at every
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(fhattanooga Advertisements.
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4
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LAFAYETTE, GEORGIA, THURSDAY MORNING, JANUARY 20, 1881.
Light and Shade.
Would lov« be love, without Iqvo’s slfli?
Would rest be rest, were toll tin shared?
Would joy be joy. if pain could die?
Or flight be fi igiit to wing* unsuared?
j Would home be home, were cares unknown?
Would light be light, were darkiies* dead?
Would wheat be wheat, were tares unsown?
Or hope bo hope, If daulits were fled?
Would heights he grand, were ways less steep?
Would shores be blest, wore sens uutossed?
Would smiles be fair, did we not weep?
Our loved so dear, were hearts unlost?
Oh, calm Is deep, though stoims arc loud*,
And flowers are gay through winter's breath:
And stars mole bright where looms the cloud;
Thank God for life, thank God for death!
A TOUSHINOSCENE.
A passenger on the Pacific rail
road, while en route recently for
San Francisco, witnessed the fol
lowing very touching scene :
When the (rain reached Allen’s
Junction, Conductor Richardson
proclaimed :
“Cars stop here 20 minutes for
refreshments.”
Then as the train came to a dead
halt, he jumped down upon the
stSticn platform, ran along to the
front of the long line cf passenger
cars, where the engine was stand
ing, and swinging himself up to
the cab, said to the engineer:
“Frank, I want you to come
back with me to the first, passenger
coach and see a little girl that I
hardly know what to make of.”
The engineer nodded, without
speaking, deliberately wiped his
oily, smoky hands on a bunch of
waste, took a look at his grimy,
dusty face in the narrow little mir
ror that hung beside the steam
gauge, pulled off his frock, put on a
coat, changed his little black greasy
cap for liis soft felt hat —taking
these “dress-up” articles from the
tender-box, where an engineer al
ways has stowed away for an emer
gency —and went back to the coach
as lequested.
He entered the coach and made
his way to the seat where the kind
hearted conductor sat talking to a
bright little girl, about nine years
old, oddly dressed in a woman’s
shawl and bonnet. Several of the
passengers were grouped arouud
the seat, evidently much interested
in the child, who wore a sad pre
maturely old countenance, but
seemed to be neither timid nor
confused.
“Here is the engineer,” said the
conductor, kir.dly, as Frank ap
proached. She held up her hand
to him with a winsome smile break
ing over her pinched little face, and
said :
“My father was an engineer be
fore he became sick and went to
live in Montana. He is dead and
my mother is dead. She died first
before Susie and Willie. My fa
ther used to tell me that after he
shonld be dead there would he no
one to take care of me, and then I
must get on the cars and go to my
old homo in Vermont. And he
said if tho conductor wouldn’t let
me ride because I had no ticket, I
must ask for the engineer and tell
him I was James McKendrick’s
little girl, that used to run on the
M. & G. road.”
The pleading blue eyep were now
full of tears, hut she diu not cry af
ter the manner of children in gen
eral.
Engineer Frank now quickly
stooped down and kissed her very
tenderly, and then, as he brushed
the tears away from his own eyes,
said:
“Well, my dear, so you are little
Bessie McKendrick? It’s my opin
ion a merciful Providence guided
you on board this train.”
Then turning around to the group
of passengers he went on :
“I knew Jim McKendrick, the
father of this little girl, well. Ho
was a man out of ten thousand.
When I first came to Indiana —
before I got acclimated —I was sick
a great part of the time, so that I
could not work, and I got home
sick and discouraged; could not
keep my board bill paid up—not
to mention my doctor’s bills—and
did not caie much whether I liyed
or died.
“One day, when the pay car
came along, and the men were get
ting their monthly wages, there was
not a cent coming to me, for I had
not been free from the ague, nor
worked an hour for tho last
month. ,
“I felt so blue Hint I sat down on j
a pile of railroad ties, and leaned
my elbows on my knees, with my
head in my hands, and cried like n
hoy, out of sheer homesickness and
discouragement,
“Pretty soon ono of the railroad
men came along, and suid, in a
voice that sounded like sweet music
in my ears, for I hadn’t found much
sympathy out there, although the
boys were all good to me in their
way:
“You’ve been having a rough
time of it, and you must let me
help you out.’
“I looked up, and there stood
Jim McKendrick, with his month’s
pay in his hand. He took out
from the roll of bills in his hand a
twenty-dollar note and handed it to
me.
“I knew he had a s'ckly wife and
two or three children, and that he
hod a hard time oi it himself to
pull through from month to month,
so I said, half ashamed of the tears
that were still streaming down ray
face:
“‘lndeed, I cannot take the
money. You need every cent of it
yourself.’
“ ‘lndeed, you will take it, man,
said Jim. ‘You will be all right
in a few weeks, and then you can
pay it hack. Now, come home
with me to supper, and see the
babies; it will do you good.’
“I took the bank note and ac
cepted the invitation, and after that
went to his house frequently, until
he moved away, and I gradually
lost sight of him. • I had returned
the loan, but it was impossible to
repay the good that little act of
kindness did roe, and I rather guess
Jim McKendrick’s little girl here
will not want for anything if I can
help it.”
Then, turning again to the child,
whose blue eyes were wide open
enough now, the engineer said to
her:
“I’ll take you homo with me,
Bessie, dear, when wo get up to
Wayne. My wife will fix you up.
and we’ll write and find out
whether those Vermont relations
really want you or not. If they
do, Mary or I shall go with you;
hot if they don’t care much about
you, you shall stay with us and he
our little girl, for we have none of
our own. You look very much
like your father, God bless his
memory.”
Just at this point the Eastern
train whistled.
“All aboard!” was shouted, and
Engineer Frank vanished out of
the car door and went forward to
his engine, wiping his eyes with his
coatsleeve and sympathetic passen
gers could not suppress the tears
this touching little episode evoked
during the twenty-minutes’ stop at
Allen’s Junction.
Arp’s New Year’s Sermon
Last week I went over to Rome
on a visit. Rome is a cotton town.
1 never saw the like in my life, for
you can hardly see Iho town for
the cotton. The warehouses are
full inside and outside, and they
have lined all the sidewalks on
the back streets, the hales standing
up on end between the shade trees
which maJe the streets look like
they were walled in with cotton.
It looks to me like the business of
Rome was growing faster than its .
population. The handling of a
hundred thousand hales of cotton
ought to’draw together and give sup
port to ten thousand people. Rome
iB growing though, growinig h.st
and has got to be a beautiful city i
and is putting on aristocrasic airs
On Saturday night I was invited i
to go a New Year’s calling with a
few friends one of whom was a
preacher. He was taken along to
give the crowd a proper degree of i
respectability and keep us all ini- 1
pressed with tho sobrieties of life. <
We had no cards, but were inter
duced by our preacher as Mr. Job -
and his friends and somehow in
the confusion I got the name of
Major Bill Dad, of Shuhite. It was
a splendid frolic, and I saw more
nice people and lerrestial angels,
and more good things to eat than
I ever saw before in the same time
and space. I wasent used to the
business and therefore allowed :
myself imposed on at the first! i
j place we catuo to, for the beautiful
and hospitable ladies seemed to
j think 1 had been fasting about forty
days and was hungry, and as they
stuffed me and crammed me with
turkey and chicken salad and cake
and coffee and various jellies and
froth and paraphernalia and codi
cils and contexts without number.
Rev. Mr. Job observed mo with
alarm, and gently whispered that
we would be exp cted to partake a
little at other places, and so I halt
ed prematurely in good order. After
that I endeavored to regulate my
self and to slide along on coffee, hut
dident altogether succeed. We cross
ed the toll bridge in our p heat on
and when the toll man came out
Mr. Branham says he. - “My friend
this is a furenal procession, and
they don’t pay.”
“Who is dead?” says the man.
“Anna Domiui,” says Mr. Bran
ham.
“When did sho die?” said he.
“Last night at 12 o’clock pre
cisely,” says Mr. Brar.hafli.
“How old a woman was she?”
: says the toll man.
“Eighteen centuries had rolled
over her,” says Mr. Branham.
I had to put away some of the
: delicacies everywhere I went, and
by the time we had finished up the
! business I took an inventory in
! memory, and could recall nine cups
of coffee and a promiscuous assort
■ ment of eatables and frothy things
. accordingly. My dreams that night
were by no means refreshing or
satisfactory, for it seemed to me
I was surrounded by a score of
lovely and enchanting angels who
were flying around with silver bas
kets all full of golden apples, and
as they all pressed me to take and
eat I saw old Father Adam in the
back ground a shaking iiis vener
able head, and could hear him as
hemournfully whispered,‘Look out,
my son, look out!’ The more they
pressed me tho more he frowned,
hut what could one poor man do
against the fascinating smiles <f
twenty beautiful women? I took
their apples, and the first bite gave
me such an infernal twist that woke
me up with n groan.
“Oh, music, what i 3 it, and where
does it dwell?”
I have been to hear the Mendels
shons, and they mellowed me down
soft and lifted ire up high and
thrilled me with the sweetest strains
of delicious music I ever heard-in
my life. They made me feel like n
better man than I am, and it does
seem to me that folks can’t make
that sort of music without soaring
in a heavenly atmosphere and be
coming more fit for paradise than
the rest of us. They say that
heaven is love, and I am sure that
while Miss Nelliri was singing I
loved everybody in the house, and
her too, and could have leaned on
most any fair lady and wept, and
I did want some of ’em to lean upoi
mo and weep, and let us al l feel
heavenly together. Madame Urso
is no bear, if she has got a henry
name. Sheis no angel neither —that
is, not a young etherial sylph, but
she is a blessed little lump of mor
tality and beats Paganinniny at his
own game. I never heard such
fiddling in all my life ar.d if I was
miserable and blind I would rather
die under her music than live with
out it. I wisli I was rich, I would
take a lease for life on the whole
concern.
Only a Bog.
We were crying, every one of us.
Father declared it was smoke that
got in hm eyes and made them
smart; hut mother threw her apron
over her head and sat recking and
sobbing for ten minutes. I'hoebe
and I just threw ourselves down or
the floor by poor Leo, and I took
bis dear old shaggy head in my lap
and tho hot tears dropped one by
one; and Phoebe petted his poor
old stiff ears and smoothed out hie
thin, gray hairs; and then we took
off the old brass collor that was
marked all over with hieroglyphics
that wo had scratched with pins in
the proud days when he first wore
it; then we* cried again, and just
then in walked Squire Toots, and
lie didn’t seem to know what to do
when he saw us all so distressed;
he looked at us and then at Leo;
and then he took out his handker
chief and gave h:s nose a real Sun-
day school blowing, and said kind
of huskily:
‘‘Why, it’s wicked to feel s’ had.
Anybody d’ spose it was a pusson;
’taint only a dog!"
That just made us feel worse!
There wasn't nny Heaven for
him to go to, and we couldn’t re
member any life without Leo, we
were such little tots when he came
to ns. and lie had been one of the
family all the time. Father used
to lectuYe him just ns ho did us
children. "Where did I see you
to-day, sii?” he would say, “Over
at Mr. Mason’s, associating with
that dog that steals! Shame!” And
then Leo would whine; pretty soon
father would say, “Go to bed, sir!”
and he would sneak off to his box
in the hack shed, and lay awake
all night to protect us while we
slept, and be never once in fourteen
years was forgetful of his trust —
and lie was “only a dog.”
Only a dogl Why, was there
ever a time that we went racing
home from school that Leo hadn’t
met us half-way to race with us,
and do all sorts of funny tricks at
our bidding, and how proud we
had always been of him with his
handsome, stately presence and
superior manners, and how safe we
n.ll felt to hear his his deep-chested
bark ns we went to sleep.
Well, deitfh had found him sure
enough, and we buried him out in
the grove in a little hollow, where
he loved to lie on hot summer days,
and there will he no resurrection
for him, though there will lie for the
vilest thief he kept from our doors;
lint none tho less, in looking over
his honest, blameless life, in which
he was never faithless to nny, even
the smallest trust, I dare apply to
him the Master’s meed of praise,
“Well done, good and faithful ser
vant;” though, as Squire, Toots said,
“lie was only a dog.” —Detroit Free
P-css.
t
9IAKIMAGE.
YYhat Persistency has Been Known to
Win. hale Marriage ami Ideal Ones.
Sneerers at our sex have said
that "any man can succeed in
marrying any woman;” and, really
when one looks round on the sort
of men some women do condescend
to marry, one is templed to believe
this, says the author of John Hali
fax. Pe rsistency, patiencs and cour
age are such rare qualities that
they almost deserve to win—and
do win with certain kinds of wo
men. Though it seems strange
that any true man, truly loving,
should stoop to he loved in that
sort of wav —being asked by his
idol “for a month’s time to think
it over;” or, “till she has consulted
hi r friend -;” or, lowest degradation
of all, “till she can inquire intonis
income, and make good settle
ments.” Os cource exceptions will
occur. Some men will mako offers
—especially to cronies—before the
giri has ever seriously thought of
them. And girls of a timid nature
require long thinking before they
love. Persistency is so attractive
that it often attains its end, and
happy marriages are pot unknown
in which the lover has been refused
several times, and accepted at last.
Still, the safest marriage is certain
ly that in which the momentous
question needs only a yes or no,
absolute and final. Nay, (perhaps
the ideal of marriage is that which
I once heard expressed, or implied
by an old lady, looking with a
smile at her old husband, and
talking to(a newly affianced grand
daughter. “Asked me, did you say?
Why, my dear, he never asked me
at all. We both knew our own
minds, and so we married.”
Choked Cattle.
To releive a choked ox or cow
save the American Stock Journal,
give at once one half pint of melt
ed hog’s lard, and exercise the ani
mal. It sickens the stomach, and
the obstruction will pass ioiraedi
ately either up or down, as the ani
mal will cough and swallow at
once, and thus get relief. I’ut the I
lard in a junk bottle and raise the ;
animals head—it will run down
easy. This is the surest and safest i
remedy known, and never fails if 1
administered soon after tho acci
dedt occurs.
NO. 25.
It io better to be n righter of
wrongs, than a writer about wrongs.
i
Never invoke discussion by inr
1 muling distasteful opinions. You
make an enemy and lose a friend.
MS - "
Speak of people's virtues, conceal
their infirmitives ; ifyou cansay no
good, speak no ill of them.
Young love may ho very sweet
hut bald-headed lovo is tho real
love to tie to. It never dyes.—
Marietta Journal.
Said a friend to a bookseller: “The
book trade is affected, I suppose, by
the Christmas trade. What kind
of hooka feel it most?” “Pocket
books”, was the laconic reply.
Hero is an extract from a gen
uine love letter, which an exchange
vouches for: “Dearest love: I
have swallowed the postage stamp
which was on your letter, because I
knew your lips had touched it.”
When a boy walks with a girl as
though ho wero afraid some one
might see him, the girl is his sister
If he walks so close' to her as to
nearly crowd her against the fence
it is another fellow’s sister. —Ncio
Haven Register. ,
“Well, well,” said Billington, nu
estically, “wo mrfsn’tbe severe ou
the young fellows. I suppose I
was as big a foo! as any of them
when I was young.” “Yes,” re
plied Fogg, “and you. are not an
old man now, Billington."— Botslon
Transcript.
Some one says that “memory it
the most valuable tribute with
which divinity ha 3 endowed man.”
Memory may do very well as a side
speculation, hut for a good Bteady
stand-by we cast our vote for hopo.
The only mistake about memory is
that nature has not suppliedjit with
an eraser.
A little girl being asked what
charity was, answered : “It is giving
to the poor all the old stuff you do
n >t want yourself,” there was no
mocking satire in her tones, and
she did not realize that her words
contained any hitter sting of truth-
She was simply giving the neces
sary inference from her observa
tions. It was the old clothes sho
had always seen given away—gifts
that require no sacrifice.
The lawyer wanted to badger the
witness as ho asked: “Have you
ever been convicted of crime?” Os
course the man was mad at the in
sinuation —mighty mad. He in
dignantly replied : “Do you think
lam blamed fool enough to ever
he caught ?” He at once gained the
sympathy of the entire audience. —
Boston Rost.
Thirty-five years ago when Capt.
■Stone made Moundvil’e, W. Va.,
his home, lie planted two seeds, in
forming tiis family that he would
like to raise wood for hia coffin.
Only one seed sprouted, and in the
course of thirty years became a fine
tree. During a severe wind 6torm
eighteen months ago the tree fell. It
was sent to a Pittsburg firm to be
cut iuto lumber, and in duo time
returned to tho Captain in the
the shape of a handsome coffin; its
owner has just been buried in it.
Every light has its shadow, and
every snow its slush, l’ts all well
enough to sing of the butiful snow
when you wake up in the morning
and look out of* the window and
see all nature robed in a covering
of feathery down. It’s all well
enough toenjoyjit in its wonderful
beauty arid puaity before it begins
to indt, to frolic in it with the chil
dren, and coast, and slide and
sleigh,* and snotv ball, and hunt
rabbits, and set traps and-deadfalls
for the little birds, but the shadow
is bound to come—(lie slush, and
slop and drip of It, and the fi st get
cold and wet, and the little chaps
won’t stay in the house, nor keep
out of it, and its tramp in and
tramp out all day long, and they’ve
got dreadful colds, and are blowing
and sneezing continually, if not of
tener, and the handkerchiefs liav«
give out, and the washing has not
come in, and now thev are nsim*
most anything for no-e rags ,— IUU
Arjt.