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VOL. IV. roJWB&WKTfcBiptiJiJ : BZ CHAPTER: « 1 — - TRION R, A. CHAPTER. _ No. 19, meets at Trion on the Friday night before the third Sunday in April, 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. G. B. MYERS, Sect'y. 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 can be doneby anv firstclass workman. guarantee all work turned out to stand nny nd all reasonable tests. Special attention given to correcting irregularities in children’s teeth. fly-Ladies wni'ed on at their residence, when un able to visit tite office. A liberal share of patronage solicited. fly-Office: Up-stairfl on Hamilton street, opposite National Hotel- Will visit LaFayette, Walker Co., at Superior Courts August and February. HOTELS: GBHEE HOUSE, j, \VlTlilHts< Proprietor, LaFayette, Georgia. r g NflE above house is thoroughly fur -A- nished and prepared with the very best accommodations, for transient ana local custom, and at reasonable prices. Satisfaction guaranteed to those who fa vor it with their patronage. 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 fioAßD PER DAY - - - $2.00 Polite and attentive porters at every train; pass them your checks, walk right averjind Walker County Messenger. (fhattanooga Advertisements. T. H. PAYNE & CO., Successors 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 BOTTOM ON SCHOOL BOOKS, PATER, Envelops, Pens, Ink Pencils and slates. —:o; We mako Picture Frames of'every discretion and price. —:o: The Largest stock ot WALL PAPER in East Tennessee. CROQUET Sets. The best and cheapest in the market at sl.lO, $1.33,51.30, $1.73, $3.- 00, $3.30, $3.00, $3.30, $3.00 persel. Rase balls and hats of every description. Send for Sample and prices T. H. PAYE& CO., Chattanooga, Tenn. A REVOLUTION 4 A. W. JUDD, Portrait and Landscape PHOTOGRAPHER, has secured the exclusive right for the eity of Chattanooga to use the WONDEEPUL AEOTYPE PROCESS. This is the process which has brought about sue*’ a startling revolution in the manner of producing photographic prints. Thn arotype prints are made with printer’s inks on a common hand press, and arc therefore absolutely per manent. The most remarkable feature 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 212jMarket street, Chattanoo «:■ *» R ’Tw.w .1. H. CADY & ICO., 198 Market Street, CHATTANOOGA,TENNESSEE. -§o§- Keep on hand a full line of Newspapers and Periodicals, Hooks and Stationery, Whole sale and Retail, Wall Paper, Variety Goods, Wrapping Paper and Paper Rags, School Books. —§o§— Will sell any Book published. If not in stock will order promptly. —§o§— Call and see me me when you come to Chattanooga and get bargains. ROBINSON WAGON COMPANY MANUFACTURERS OF WAGONS Buggies & Phaetons. WE DO KOI WANT AGENTS! WE OFFER OUR STANDARD TRADE VEHICLES TO THE TRADE- Work that has an established reputa tion, aDd that can be handled with sat isfaction, Loth to buyer and seller. Send for designs and prices to ROBINSON WAGON CO., OINOIMNATI. 0- 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.