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VOL. IV. wagfrxrax'BiMMtg jjtxagi ~ J 3 1 1A PI-ER: “ TaiOJSr R. A. OEAPTSB. _ 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. ■ LJI gg* 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 13 O r r r 031 ON SCHOOL ROOKS, PATER, Envelops, Pens, Ink Pencils and slates. —:o: We make Picture Frame* of every discretion and price. - -:o: The Largest stock ot WALL PAPER in East Tennessee. CROQUET Set*. The best a tail cl»ca|i(‘sl in the market nt Sl.fO, $1.43.51..W, *1.75,**.- ©<>, $3.00, *3.50, $5.00 pcr«el. Itaic ha lls and bats of every deseripiion. Send for Sample and prices T. 21. P ' YV. & C ; >.. . Chattanooga, Tknn. 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. —|o§— 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." — < - 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.” — ■— ■ 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.