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_ No. 19, meats it Trion on the Friday
ni*ht before the thiid Sunday in April.
May, June, July, August, an.l Septem
ber ami on Saturi! iy niglit belete tlie
third Sunday in October, Novemper,
Dnscwbcr, January, Feb-nary, and
March. C. C. BRYAN, H. P.
0. B. MYERS. Sect’y.
ATTORNEYS:
- J. M, Robertson,
Attorney at Law,
mad Solicitor in Chancery.
CaiiTiMooaa, . • Tknn.
PRAOTIUK in Ultati.rry, Circuit bO Huprem#
C'oarik of and CJ. «. UiatiUt Court.
ASob in a.ijaiuinp coiintlea |u G**«*r|l».
‘ffi.-s )• t.'»u t Hoyie.
Robert M. Y(. Gleun,
Attorney at Law,
I.iFay«tte, .... Geoboia.
TTril.L, PRACTICE In th« SupnlorCourt.ofth*
VY Uouia and adjomtiif circuita. Collcctioua a
■pwvialty uu coruer appoint l)ru# »lor«.
i- 233 Sta.
J on* Pa a la n, C. P. (••tic.
Phelan A Goree,
Attorney!* at Law,
Posa Rloek,
219 Market St.,
atIiITANOHUa, - - - TENNESSEE
It. U. k J. P. Jacoway,
Attorney* at law,
Tbe.nton, - - • - Georgia.
I)RAOT!C£ iu tht countiaa of Dade, Walker and
t.'abao»a, and adjoiningcountlea, und in the Hh
P'huip aud Fed-ral » <>u u Also, Jackkoii, DeKnll*
a« c> birr.ikre, iu Nnrtli Aiohnni«, ntnl rlsewliere by
rpf«l«J contract. Spec in I atteuuon given to tilt coi-
Iccttou of ehitMt.
W. M, Henry,
Attorney at Law,
Summsrviu-e, • - * - Georgia.
*l*7 11,1. practlc* in tkt Rom* and adjoining Cir-
V T euit». Uoilttctioiis a •peeialtr.
J. C. Clements,
Attorney at Law,
LaFaykttb, - - - Georgia.
W|\J, practice In the aeveral countira of Lite
Home and Clierokev Circuita, and liichuprcan
s*>srt *\l Georgia.
F. \Y. Copeland,
Attorney at Law,
L Fayette, - - - Georgia.
WlLf* practice in tbs Superior Toart*, of Rome
CirrtUL Klaewlierr by ipecinl agreement. <’«l
lortioa* a ep.triu ty. (Ofic# iu rear of Culberson’*
©>♦lß.)
11. P. Lumpkin,
Attorney at Law,
JLaFayettc. - - Geobgia.
Vi iM. glv« prompt ailcntiou to nil bu-luf*M
•7 enirusted to lum.
Olitea at dltulord fc. Lutnpkiu'a atort.
i(^ggßr , m tmmrm
DENT IS I S:
Dr. Geo. B.’Jordan,
Resident Dentist,
Rising Fawn, - - - - Ga.
fiflVra hit profeasionnl *ervice>« to the people nl
Und* and Walker counties. Pent*! operations pi r
f.iriM. <1 in a neat and suiiNtaniial uimiii or.
Ail work warranted to give pe-fucl natlafiictlan.
Will mike a pmfcnsiotial trip through McLe
morea' Cove, on the first of ea« li month.
Dr.'J. P. Pann,
Keiidcat Di'iilist.
Dalton, - - - Georgia.
-rpag-Hj. r AM PREPARED with ill 111.
isf 4 . a-Moijcrn Improvements in Dental
«?pli»»ticcs to turn out aa good work
as ran b-hi««j in the ?«t ite, and .it ns low prices as
can be doneby nnv fi rile I ass workman.
itr>*i guarantee all woik turned nut to stand any
Kd til reasonable tests. Special attention given to
Morreolng irregularities in children’s teeth.
ty/-Lndie* wsi'ed on nt their residence, when un
nble to visit me oflics. A liberal share of patronage
solicited,
(kT-office: Up-stairs oa Hamilton street, opposite
Ka.lonal Hotel.
Will visit LaPavette, Walker Co., at Superior
««arti August and February.
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HOTELS:
" isfSEE H3U3E,
J.WITHUttk Proprietor,
LaFaybtte, Georgia.
THE abovo house is thoroughly fur
nished and prepared with the very
ha>t accommodations, for transient and
local custom, and at reasonable prices.
Satisfaction guaranteed to those who la
yer it with their patronage.
THE ROME HOTEL,
llroad fit., Koine, La.
Is Teh Stefs or the Railroad.
NO OMNIBUS ALL OLD
IOCATED In the Principal BtiHiners Square of
jthe city convenient t • the Wharf, the Banks
and the Post Office, and is tlmrouuhly renovated and
repainted. J.L. M. ESTES, Proprietor.
national hotel”
J. A. LEWIS, Prop’r.
Dalton, - - - Georgia,
This house is a large four-story brick,
within a few steps of the Passenger do
loAHD PER DAY - - - $2.00
Polite and attentive porters at every
train; pass them your checks, walk right
-"‘“‘ffEf.fel.A
JABASS,
—dealer in—
Staple Dry Foods,
FANCY AMI FAMILY GROCERIES.
All kinds of produce taken in exchange
for goods. . ,
We keep the best wagoo yard in the
city, and feed stock at reasonable rates
Our yard is free tv all during the day
Walker County Messenger.
Chattanooga Advertisements.
ORKmMuruar
T. H. PAYNE & CO.,
Successors to Patton and Payne
JOBBERS AND RETAILERS OF
School Books, Station
ery, Blank Books,
Wall Paper,
ture Frames
and Moul
dings .
Our stock is complete in every
lino aud prices
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Envelops, Pens, Ink Pencils and
slates.
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A. REVOLUTION
A. W. JUDD,
Portrait and Landscape
PHOTOGRAPHER,
has seenred the exclusive right for tl>*
eity es Chattanooga to use the
WONDERFUL AEOTYPE PROCESS.
This is the process which has brought
about such a startling revolution in the
manner of producing photographic
riots. The arotype prints are made
vith printer's inks on a common ham!
■ ross, and ore therefore absolutely per
-iq.-lent. The most remarkable fealuri
f this improvement is the ehrapno
cirh which the prints can be produced
V’e respectfully solicit an inspection of
.he i-xtpi : si'» snocimens of the work oi.
rhihition 21?|Markct- street. Chattanoo
ga, Teen. Respect fitly,
A. W. JUDD.
d. H* CADY & :CO..
193 Market 3treet,
CHATTANOOGA, TENNESSEE.
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Keep on hantl a fall line of
Ncwapapers and
Periodicals, Books
and Stationery, Whole
sale and Retail, Wall
Paper, Variety Goods,
Wrapping Paper and
Paper Bags, School Books.
-Sol-
Will sell any Book published. If not
in stock will order promptly.
-Sol-
Call and sec me mo when you come to
Chattanooga and get bargains.
ROBINSON WAGON COMPANY
MAN UPaCTUHEKri OF
WAGONS
Buggies & Phaetons.
WE DO NO7 WANT A GENTS!
WE OFFER OL'R
STANDAP.D TRADE VEHICLES
TO THE TEADE-
Work that has an established reputa
tion, and that can be handled with sat
isfaction, both to buyer and seller.
Send for designs and prices to
EOBIhSON WAGON CO.,
OIMCUrNATI, 0.
LAFAYETTE, GEORGIA, THURSDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 10, 1881.
A Novel Legal Document.
The following racy writ wits fi'ed
lately in the Superior court here.
It will lie a novel document on the
records of the cot.rt. Lizzie wants
a divorce on the ground of Harria
eon’s willful nml continued deser
tion for 3 years.
To the Superior court of mild county and Stair,
I have i» nail nt«>r> Indeed t* relate,
I one wa a maiden U/.zie Th'-nn* bv name,
And 1 waa quite fooHath 100 clmiiK.nK lii«* aame.
Put II irrisou Slinpkln* hetged hard tor my hand
Ami p'iflitcd lilt vows, they were written in ■•ml
Five y«nrt have el paid since I eloo'l by lii» fide,
At II) menU gay uliar, a bin hing young brlti«-
\\ e were married bf Squire—hin name lve forgot
An ugly oid Justice, lie filed up the knot;
We reveled 1.. pleasure n 12 ntuulha or more,
Titougl. hard wi» our cot, air, and aeancy our
[titure,
Thrn Harri Non ieemed to prow weary and tired
And scouted my elinrnie which he once »o aiirnlrad,
lie left ami nbtti doned in* «oni** tun** in May,
More than litre* yeoi and contintiea to atny.
For all this d*nertlon I gave him no cattle,
But aoug: t tot licit hie pram* and applause,
Asfaitltinl a wifa as e’er Bt«*i*d at th* altar,
Aud yielded Iter neck to connubial halter.
I p»a) Dial a process h* fixed to this writ.
To notify eimpkins when court will next alt,
I,lk* wife that such notice and service b* made,
As the statute requires and the costs sit til be paid.
My 'to y in eni'td, my wishes arc plain,
I want a divorce to get manied again.
And a-k fora virdict, likowi ea decree.
To undo the marriage and let me be free.
-[Oar-roll County Times.
A Woman’s Sacrifice
“You might do better, John.”
Mrs. Williams spoke fretfully, as
the news told to her by her only
son was not pleasant tor her to
hear.
“Better, mother!”
What a ringing clear voce it was.
So strong and hearty, as it to
match the tall stalwart figure, the
bright brown eyes and handsome
sunny face of John Williams.
“Better!” and now a hearty laugh
rang out. “As if there lived a ht-t-
P r woman than Hannah Coyle 1”
“But John she is only a shop
girl 1”
“She won’t be a shop girl when
she is my wife. lam not u rich
man, but my salary will make a
comfortable home for ull of us.
“She will turn me out of doors
like enough.”
“Mother," cried John with a
quiver of anger running through
his voice, “you should know Han
nah Coyle Letter than that.”
Mrs. William’s conscience gave
her a sharp twinge, for she did
know Hannah better than to think
the would deprive a help'ess old
woman other only home.
But Mrs. Williams, like many a
fond mother, had nursed such high
hopes for the luture matrimonial
prospects of her boy, that she felt
only a rude shock of disappoint
ment when he told her of his en
gagement.
'Surely,” she mused, after John
had left her tor bis daily routine of
duty, “surely John rnigtit aspire to
something higher than a mere shop
girl.”
He waa well educated, well con
nected and occupitd a responsible
position.
Just one week later Hannah
Coyle came to the house, where she
was to have had grudging welcome
as its mistress, and entering softly
went to the crippled woman’s chair
Crouched down among the cush
ions seeming to have shrunk to
less than her usual size in her mis
ery,was the fond proud mother,her
frame shivering in convulsive agony
—her words always the same.
“Oh. John, my son, my good son !
Oh, Heavenly Father, let mo die!”
She had been all one long night
so moaning, so sobbing, utterly
desolate, and utterly alone.
The son she idolized, the trusted
clerk, the fond proud lover, was ly
ing in a cell waiting a trial for for
gery.
He had been arrested for passing
a forged check, taken in the very
act of attempting to cash it at the
bank.
The story he* told of its possession
waa so improbuble that it 6till rnr
ther injured him, and gave person
al revenge an additional motive for
his punishment. He laid that
Gerald Somers, the son of one of
the partners of the firm, had sent
him to the hank with the check.
It scarcely needed the young
man’s indignant dedial to contra
dict this story.
A friend in the same employ had
gone to th# mother and told the
news as kindly and gently ns pos
! eible.
A fierce anger and stout pride
, lud kept the old lady up during
that trying interview, hut once she
j wa# alone, she crum bed in the
cushion# of tier chair and moaned :
out the utler misery of her heart.
There was no strong arei to lift
her to tier own room that night. j
There was no hearty ringing j
voice to hiit tier good morning.
Still the feeble voice frei tiled |
with its burden of anguish moaned |
its sad refrain, when the door open
ed and Hannah Coyle came in.
No friend had broken the news
gently to the young girl.
But the shook came rudely on
her from the columns of the daily
paper.
It wne not in one hour or two
that #he could conquer her own
grief so as to leave th 3 home. But
when the first battle was over in
her heart, she went at once where
she knew John would have her go.
80, when faint with her long
night ot misery, the mother lay
moaning, a kind hand was placed
upon her shoulder, and a voice
clear and atrong, but sweet with
womanly tenderness, she spoke the
dearest words on earth :
“Mother!”
She looked up with hngenrd
hlood-shot eves, and saw a face
bending over her a face that love,
pity, and deep, mutterahle tender
ness had transformed into positive
bpantv.
“Mother !’’ the sweet, clear voice
said, “this is not what John would
wish."
The mother’s tears the first she
had shed, flowed fast at the sound
of her son’s name.
“Oh. Hannah !" pile said von do
not believe J lhn is guilty ?”
“John gniltv!” she cried, her
voice ringing like a trumpet, rail
her eyes flashing, and her cheeks
growing crimson, “Mother how ran
you put the words together ? You
know —I know that he is innocent.”
' But he is in prison, he will he
tried.’
This was the first conversation
that drew the hearts of the two
women together, hut the bonds
that knit them during the months
that followed was that of suffering
and sorrow, that would have torn
the heart of the man whom they
trusted and loved during his dark
est hour#.
For trial only separated them
more surely and terribly.
Twelve intelligent men, after
hearing all the evidence, pronounc
ed a verdict of guilty, and John
Williams was sentenced tor ten
years.
It is not in the power of our pen
to describe the desolate home to
which this news was carried.
They never doubled him even in
the face of ail the overwhelming
evidence that had condemned him
hut Heaven seemed to have desert
ed them when they knew the re
sult of the trial.
Hannah Coyle was not pretty.
Her features were plain, her eyes
soft brown and 6he had a iweet
mouth, that could smile bravely
•and light her face in the darkest
hours. But (he had ono great
beauty iu long heavy masses of
hair, of a rich dark brown, and of
which she was fond and proud be
cause John admired it.
“It is my only beauty she would
say, when old Mrs. Williams ex
claimed at its prolusion,and I must
keep it glossy and pretty for John's
sake. He must find his wife unal
tered waiting for him when he
comes home.”
This was before the crushing ver
diet that ended the young clerk’s
trial.
Fortunately the old lady owned
the little legacy from her dead bus
band; hut as the weary months
crept slowly along, poverty showed
its ugly face in the humble home.
Hannah worked faithfully at her
old post until Mrs. Williams was
taken very ill.
Sorrow and anxiety began to
have physical as well us mental ef
fect and the mother bowed down,
aged more in one year of separa-1
tion from her son than she had j
ever been in ten of their loving |
companionship.
It w»s impossible to leave her
alone and the situation was resign
ed.
Nearer nnd nearer crept the
gaur.t wolf poverty.
Little articles of furniture that
could he spared were sold; little
comforts were denied; extra hours
were given to the poorly paid sew
ing that replaced Hannah’s work,
ami yet actual hunger was staring
them in ihe lace.
Nearly two years had John Wil
liams slept in a convict's cell, when
one morning Hannah Coyle, leav
ing her self imposed charge sleep
ing, went to one of the fashionable
hairdressers,
“1 have come to sell my hair,”
choking hack her tears and think
ing—“it will grow out again before
John conies home.”
The proprietor led her to the
hair dressing room, nnd hid his
amazement at ttie super!) profusion
under a hard half contemptuous
smile.
When she left, only three shill
ings had been paid for her closely
cropped head; yet that would keep
life a little longer in the feeble
frame of John's mother and Han
nah was thankful.
She was rapidly walking home,
when she was attracted for a mo
ment by a crowd and her feet
seemed paralyzed ns she heard a
mar, say:
“I saw his face. It is Gcraht
Somers.”
"Is ho mnch hurt ?"
"Fatally I Bliou'd say. Ono of
the horses put his foot on his
breast.
“Gerald Somers! Fatally injur
ed 1”
Hannah never paused to con
template possibilities.
She forced her way through Ihe
crowd into the room where the
young man lay waiting for denth.
“You cannot, go in.”
“It is a matter of life nnd death.
I most sec liim before he dies."
Something in the white earnest
face moved the man’s heart and he
opened the door.
On a sofa, covered with a sheet
lay the handsome, dissipated son
of the merchant prince.
Kneeling beside him was the fa
ther. nr.d the physician stood at
the head of the couch.
They had thonght all conscious
ness dead, when n clear voice spoke
the dying man’s name.
“Gerald Somers.”
He opened his eyes widlv, and
the clear voice spoke again in
words of most solemn import.
“As you hope for mercy in the
next world teil the truth of John
William’s innocence.”
He gasped convulsively, while
his fattier looked inquiringly at the
intruder.
John Williams,” the dying
voice said feebly, “was innocent.
I did give him the check, as he
said. 1 wrote Ihe signature.”
“Gerald 1” cried th father “is this
true ?”
“It is true as I hope for God’s
mercy.”
There was a moment of silence
and then the old muii turned to
Hannah and said ,
“Who are you ?”
“John William’s promised wife.”
“Go. 1 will do him justice.
Leave me with my son.”
She bowed her head and went
slowly from the presece of the dy
ing.
James Somers kept his word.
He was an upright man, and sac
rificed the name of the dead to
right that of ihe living.
He would not take John back.
The sight of his face was too ex
quisitely painful, but he paid him
his full salary for the time of his
ntisence and found him a lucrative
position.
It was the day of the home
coming.
Mrs. Williams in her own chnjt
was sinilling upon John as he ca
ressed Hannah's cropped hair.
Very grave and pale his sunny
face had become, but he smiled us
his mother said :
“It was for me, John, she sacri
ficed her splendid hair. I can nev
er tell you all she has sacrificed for
me, but that speaks for itself.”
"Clasping Hannah in a close em
brace he said :
“Do you think now, mother, I
might do better ?"
“Not if you c >uld marry an em
press.”
She thinks so still, and Joint
agrees with her, though ho lias
been married four years ami Han
nah'# hair is as superb as over.
Short but Sweet.
Thirty years ago Michigan peo
ple were a frank and truthful set.
Strangers could come hero nml trade
horses with their eyes shut, nnd
breach of promise casses were un
known. Folks meant what they
said, nnd when they gave their
word stuck to it.
Exactly thirty years ago this
month a widower from New York
appeared in Lansing on business.
That same business carried him
over to l)o Witt, eight miles away.
While on the way he slopped at a
farm-house to warm his fingers.
He was warmly welcomed by the
pioneer and his wife, both of whom
were well advanced in years, and
after some general talk tlio woman
queried:
‘Am I right in thinking you ure
a widower?’
•Yes.’
'Did you come out here to find a
wife.’
Partly.’
‘Did anybody tell you of our
Susie?’
‘No.’
‘Well, we’ve got as bouncing n
girl of twenty-two as you evet set
eyes on. She’s good-looking, heal
thy, and good tempered, and 1
think she’ll like your look,’
'Where is she?’
‘Over iu the woods there, chop
ping down a coon tree. Shall I
tilow the horn fi r her?’
‘No. If you’ll keep an eye on
my horse I’ll find tier.'
‘Well there’s nothing stuck up or
affected about Susie. She’ll say
ves or no, as soon as she looks you
over. If you want her, don’t he
afraid to say so.’
The stranger heard the sound of
her axe and followed it. He found
her just as the tree was ready to
fall. She was a stout, good-looking
girl, swinging the axe like a man,
and in two minutes lie had decid
ed to say:
‘Susie, I’m a widower from New
York Slat-; I’m thirty-nine years
old, have one child, own a good
farm and 1 want a wife. Will you
go home with me?' '
She leaned un the axe and look
ed at him for Half a minute, and
then replied:
‘Can’t say for certain. Just wait
till I get these coons off my mind.’
She sent the tree crashing to the
earth, and with his help, killed
live coons, which were stowed away
in a hollow.
‘Well what do you say?’ he said,
as the last coon stopped kicking.
‘l’m your’i.r was the reply, ‘and
by the time you get hack from De
Witt I’ll have these pclt( off and
tacked up and ready for the preach
er!’
He retured to the house, told the
old folks that he should bring a
preacher back with him, and at
dusk that evening the twain were
married. Hardly nn hour had
been wnsteii in courting and yet tie
took home one of the best girls in
the stale of Michigan.
Witness under cross-examintioi,
who had been tortured by a law
for several hours, nt lust asked for
a glass of water. “There," said the
Judge, “I t hink you’d better let the
witness go now, us you have pump
ed him dry."
♦-
An Irishman and Scotchman
were orce talking ahout the sun
and moon; the latter asseted that of
the two luminaries the sun is most
useful. To this Pat replied, ‘How
can that lie? for sure, doesn’t the
moon shine when it’s dark? and
he son only makes his appearance
when it’s daylight, at any rate.’
‘I have no patience with a man
who can’t remember a thing no'
longer than it’s being told him,’i
exclaimed Jones, impatiently, now,
I can carry a thing in my mind a
month, if need be.’ ‘You’re a
lucky dog, Jones,’ remarked Pend
tergrast, quietly;‘it isn’t everybody
that has so much room in his
mind as you have, you know ’
NO. 28.
A man out in Nebraska died the
other day while Mowing his nose,
it was a fatiil Mow.
Tlili fellow who asked for a lock
of his girl’s hair, was informed that
“it cost money, hair does.’’
• “That pri oners has a very
I smooth countenance,” said the
judgti to the sheriff. “Yes,” said
the sheriff, "lie was ironed just be
fore he was brought in."
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A clerk was discharged, and ask
ed the rearou. “You are so awful
slow about everything," said bis
employer.” “You do me an in
justice,” responed the clerk. “There
isonejthing I am not slow about.”
"I sin uld like to bear you name it,’
sneered his employer. "Well,”
said the clerk, slowly, “nobody con
get tired as quick as I can.”
Sol Smith Russell tells the fol
lowing st ry of bis experience as an
entertainer: At a small Ohio town
where he had given his perform
ance the previous night, he met at
the depot the loltowing morning nn
elderly stranger who while he peace
fully munched a huge quid of to
bacco, intently eyed the humorist,
and finally said: “Say, mister,
hen’t you the feller wot gin the sho
up tu Smoot's hull lust night?”
"Yes,” replied Russell, “I did give
an entertainment at Smoot's hall
last night.” “Well T thought you
was the chap. 1 wanted to tell you
’bout a boy of mine; you ought to
yought to have him; he’s just the
feller for your show; he’s the big
cst fool I ever see.”
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Something in Dreams.
We jre not a believer in dreams
but there has been two evidences
of dreams coming to pass within
the lust few weeKS that are rather
striKsug. It will be remembered
by the readers the readers of the
News '.but Mr. C. T. Fox was burn
ed to death in his store in Thom
aston a few weeKS ago. The night
he was burned, when he left home
to go up town, his wife lay down
across th bed and fell asleep, and
dreamed that two men were trying
to murder her husband. She got
up and usiced her cook to up town
and get him to come home, hut the
cook neglected or refused to go.
Mrs. Fox lay down across the bed
again, and had about the same
dream. She got up and went to
the door and found that her hus
band's store was on fire, and strange
to say, he was burned with it. Mr
W. L. Adams, wiio died in this
city a few weeks ago, had a dream
some months before, that he and
Mrs. J. F. Taylor, his daughter,
would die within one weeic of each
other. Mrs. Taylor died nn Wedr.es
■ lay at 3 o’clock p. tu. and the next
Wednesday morning at one o'clock
Mr. Adams died. —(PiKe Co. News.
The Milkman Who Stopped a Dog
Fight.
Yestarilay forenoon two dogs got
into a dispute on Fourth street, near
Michigan avenue and from growls
they clime to bites. They were pretty
evenly matched, and the contest con
tilined until a crowd of fifty pcoplo
laid formed a circle. Pretty soon a
ministerial looking person halted,
watched the fight for half a minute,
and llicii hurried out on the avenue
and said to a milk-dealer:
“My good man. a dog light is a bur
tai spectacle, and it lies in your power
to end tills one.”
“How?”
“Drive rigid through llie crowd and
over the animals, i'll warrant they’ll
stop their bloody work before they
will lie trodden underfoot,”
“I guess I’ll trv it,” mused the
milkman, and he gathered up the rains*
yelled at the crowd and Irove for tho
dogs.
It was a laid on him . 'The two fight
ers kept rigid on at it, rolled under
the horse, and die iiext minute sixteon
gallons of milk were being absorbed
by the snow, the driver was in a drift
and the horse was shooting up Fourth
street with the sad re mains of the old
sleigh.
“Whefe—where in—where in Texas
is that chap who put me up to this?”
gasped the milkman as they pulled him
out of the snow: but the sole answer
was made by a boy who painted at the
fiigure of a man under r plug hat trav
i cling toward the City Ilall at the rate
J of twenty miles an lion r.
; Tom Rufiml of Ky.. who ahot
, Judge Elliot, has been tried and uc
’ quited on the grou. d of insanity.