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GALLAHEB'S INDEPENDENT, ffItBLISHEP EVERY SATCTIDAY AT SfctflTM AJV, G A., by J. C. GALLAHER, 6 TERMS OP SUBSCRIPTION t TWO DOTtttAßSper Annum if Advance. THE KING’S RING. BY THEODORE TILTON. Once in Persia reigned a king, Who upon his signet-ring 'On?ed a maxim true and wise, Which, if held befor his eyes, Gave him counsel at a glance, Fit for every change and chance: Solemn words, and these are they: “Even tins shall pass away!" Trains of camels through the sand Brought him gema from Ham&rcaud; Fleets of galleys through the seas Brought him pearls to match with these. But ho counted not as gain Treasures of the mine or main, “What is wealth?’' the king would say; “Evon this shall pass away." In the rovels of his court. At the zenith of the sport. When the palms of all his guests, Burned with clapping at his jests, He, amid his tigs and wine, Cried, “O loving friends of mine! Pleasure comes, but not to stay: ‘Even this shall pass away.’ " Lady fairest ever seen . Clujic he for bis bride and quo on. Couched upon the marriage bed, Whispering to Ids soul, he said: “Though a bridegroom never pressed Dearer loaom to his breast, Mortal flesh must come to clay; ‘Even this shall pass away.’** Fighting on a furious field, Once a javelin pierced his shield. Soldiers with a loud lament, Bore him bleeding to his tent. Groaning from his tortured side, “Pain is hard to bear,” be cried; “But with patience day by day, ‘Even this shall pass away.* ” Towering in the public square, Twenty cubits in the air, Bose liis statue carved in stone. Then the kiug, disguised, unknown, Stood before his sculptured name, Musing meekly, “What is fame? Fame is but a glow decay: ‘Even this shall pass away.’ " Struck with palsy, sere and old, Waiting at the gates of Gold, Spake he with his dying breath, “Life is done: hut what is death?” Then in answer to the king Pell a sunbeam oa his riug, Showing by a heavenly ray— ‘‘Even this ahull pas* away." CAPTURED 2 i TELEGRAPH. During Hi.' winter of ISA), I was pin p! >ye las uignt. o;i 'rut ir in tin* railroad office D , Town. Tiit* principal mini between Chicago nml Omaha rum. through I> . nnil tin* great irregular night train* nml constant danger of collision resulting therefrom, rendered the position of night operator by no in mis an easy one. It mnv he well to me itton here, necessary to the following story—dhut hem lies the rnilfoiyl office, there was also ntl) a business office of the company. This we always m oke o? as the “down town office." •’One stormy night not far from eleven o'clock, 1 sat at my desk —-and for a won der idle. The wires had not called for some time, and I was leaning hack in my chair listening to the wind outside and re flecting upon the loneliness of my sitim tiorf- The eastern train had crossed the river more than on hour ago; all the depot officials had gone off home, and as far ns I knew I was entirely alone in the vast build ing. Finally, tired of thinking, I picked up ! the evening paper aud glanced listlessly j over its columns. Among other things, I read the detailed account of a fearful trag edy that had occurred fifty miles up the river on the previous night. Three rafts men, well known as desperate characters iu that vieinity, In and entered the cottage of one Mathews, a farmer living in an is olated spot—had butchered the father nnd his children, terribly maltreated liis wife, and then departed as they came, having taken with them whatever plunder was at hand. What interested me most was a full description, for purposes of identifica tion, of one of the villainous trio, Tim Lynch. Here it is : 8500 reward will be paid for informa tion leading to the capture, dead or alive, of Tim Lynch, the the ringleader of the Mathews tragedy. Lynch is a remarks bly, large man, six feet four inches iu height, very heavy, nnd broad across the shoulders. Eyes greenish gray, w ith a deep scar over the right one. Hair, wi;y, black and beard of the. same color. When last Veen he was dressed in black Kossuth hat, faded army overcoat, pants of gray jeans, nnd heavy boots. The aljovo re ward will he paid to any ODe furnishing positive informniion of his whereabouts. (signed) Sheriff of County. At the very first instant I finished read ing the advertisement, there occurred the most remarkable coincidence Unit has ev er come under my observation. I heard a heavy tread ou the stair, and then the door opened aud then entered—Tim Lynch ! The moment I set my eyes on him I recognized him as perfectly as though I had known him all my life. The army overcoat, and gray pants tucked in to the heavy boots, the massive frame nnd shoulders, the slouched hat pulled down over the right eye, to conceal —I was sure —the scar, ajpive all a desperate, hunted look in his forbidding countenance—all were not to he mistaken. I was as certain ef his identity as though he had stepped forward, pulled off his hnt to show the scar, and told me his name. To say that I was not alarmed at this atldden and unwelcome intrusion would he Untrue. lam not a brave man, and my VOL. 111. present situation, alone in the depot with a hunted murderer, was by no means re- ] assuring. My heart beat violently, but j from mere force of habit I arose and asked him to be seated. While lie turned to j comply, I succeeded in conquering my ag- j Ration to some extent. Ho drew a chair I noiselessly forward, and sitting down : threw open his coat, displaying by so do ing a heavy navy revolver stuck in his belt. Then he freed his mouth of a quantity of tobacco juice, mid spoke : “Yotingjeflfje, ’"'tie Raid motioning with his head toward tho battery, “ thefc thar macheen is wlmt yer call a telly gram, I s’poae ?” “Well,” I answered, with a faint smile, intended to be somewhat conciliatory, “that’s what we send tellygnuns bv. M "Wul, I want yon to send a message to a friend of mine iuOohoe. I’ll tell yer | aforeband I haiu’t got no collateral, But I kinder guess you’d better trust me young feller.” (Here lie laid his hand signifi cant ly on his belt.) “I’ll fetch it in ter- ! morrow ef it’s convenient.” I hasteme.l to say that the charge could just as well be paid at the other end of the i line by bis friend. •‘Umpli ! Plagney little you’ll get out 1 o’ Jim, I reckon. Ilowsumdcver perceed.” j “What is the message, and to whom is it to go ?” “I want you to tell Jim Fellers, of Co- j hoe, that the bull quit here lon’ night, and the sheep ’ll be dose on his heels,” As he delivered this sentence he looked j at mejia though lie expected me to be my a- j titled. But I thought, it best not to appeal so and I said carelessly : “I suppose you are a dealer in stock and this is your partner ? Ah, sir, the tele- j graph helps you fellows out of many a j sharp bargain.” j “Ya’as,” he answered, slowly, evidently pleased with the way 1 took it. “Ya’as, I that’s on. I’m send in' down a loto : stock, j Bought it dog cheep over in Genesee, yes terday. Purty lit as ever yon see.” I turned to my instrument. Wlmt was j Ito be done ? Though ours was a railroad j office, we often sent business messages;; ! and if I did as usual now, I should proba- j | hly got rid of my unwelcome visitor w ith- ! out further trouble. But : n the short eon- j versa si on with him I hud somewhat receiv ed from from my first alarm, and I now j | conceived the idea of attempting the enp j lure of Tim Lynch. I was only a poor salaried operator, try- i t ing to save enough to marry iu the spring. , Five hundred dollars would da me u greai , j deal of good just now—to say nothing <I ] ihe eeful of the thing. But how was it to ; jbe accomplished ? Hre I vus alone in '■ the depot, with a man big enough to whip liis weight in such little men as I was st*v crnl times over. Any attempt to hccuiv him single-handed was not to he though! j i of. But could I not excuse myself, and i , going out fasten him ? No ; well I knew ; from the distrustful look in his face that ] : any proposal of mine to leave the room! i .would he peremptorily objected to by him. 1 Wlmtthen ? Why, simply this ; I would telegraph to the down-town station. But alas ! That! i very day the connection between the two ! j offices had been cut for repairs. It. was I seldom used at any time of course. But | wlmt of nil that ? It was only a question of a few seconds more time. I All these thoughts went through my j | mind with the rapidity of lightning, us I ] I went to the battery. Lynch regarded me j I from the corner of his uncovered eye with j n suspicion that made me shake in my j : shoes. As I fiat down he uroao and came j j to my side. | “Look a here young feller,” lie hissed : ;in my ear, and liis breath was sickening j with the fumes of liquor, “perhaps you j mean lair enough—l hope ye do, for yer i sake. But I don’t understand nothin’ ’bout them tellygrams, and I jist want to tell ye that yer’d better he sqnar' —far by I the Eternal God lef yon go hack on me, ! I’ll stretch you on this yere floor as stiff jas ever I did a man yit !” arid I felt the cold m izzle of his revolver on my cheek. Perhaps my voice trembled a little, but I was still unmoved in my resolution, os I replied : “Never fear, sir ; I'll tell him all about the.stock.” lie muttered something to himself, and still remained standing over me. Yon have heard perhaps how much character and expression a telegraph oper ator can put into his touch. Why, there were dozens of different operators communicating with our office, and I could tell nt the instant, without evi r making a mistake, who it was signalling. You could tell if a man was nervous from his tele graphing, just as well as you could from liis hand writing. The call that I sent hurrying Across the state to Council Bluffs must have rang out upon the ears of the operator like a shriek. “C, B. Are you there?" was what 1 asked, and almost instantly came back a reply iu the affirmative. Then with tremb ling hand, I rattled off my message : "For the love of God, telegraph to our dotnt-town office nt mice. Tell them thnt Tim Lynch is within two feet of me, and they mml send help.. A short pause, as though mv message occasioned some surprise, and then came the response, "All right I” which assured me I need not repeat. “•Wal,” growled the deep voice of Lynch “are you going to send my message ?” “I have sent it, sir.” “What! Di es all the tickin’mean what I told you ?” QUITMAN, GA.„ FRIDAY, MAY 28, 1875. “Yes, aud if you vivill wait fifteen or ] twenty minutes, yuu'll pet an answer.” “Wal, I dtuino ns 1 want an answer. Jim, he'll understand it’s all right.” “But I'll tell you whether he’s thereof not. sit down." S<> Lynch reluctantly took his seat, looking nroand at tho doors and windows once in a while in hu uneasy way. 1 was determined to take him now nt any cost ; and I verily believe I should have planted myself in his path hud lie insisted upon going now. “Tick, tick, tick, tick 1” the battery called out, nnd I listened to the message. "Keep cool. Gould lms gone for tho po lice." Strange it was, wasn't it ? That I should sit there and talk through two hun dred nnd fifty miles of space with a man not half a mile from me. “Whit's that signify ?" inquired my e.impnnion, ns the ticking censed ; and I replied that tho clerk at Cohoo lmd just written off the message and sent it nut. He seemed satisfied and settled buck in his chair, where he sat in sullen stienco, his jaws goiug np and down, as he chewed liis weed. O, how slowly the minutes crept along. Tho suspense was terrible. I sat and w atched the minute hand of the clock, and five minutes seemed as many months. My companion seemed nervous too. He moved uneasily in tho chair. “Ain’t it about time ye heard from Jim ?’’ he asked at length, “We shall get word from him in a few moments now,” I answered, and foil to watching the clock again. Five minutes more passed. Lynch got up and began pacing to and fro across tlie room. At length he paused and said : “I don’t believe I’ll wait any more. I've got to see s man down at the Penusylva nia House, and he'll be a bed if I don’t git thar pretty soon.” “Hold on a moment nnd I’ll see wlmt they’re np to, ”1 cried hastily, nnd 1 touched the key again. "Make lmstn,” was my message, “I shall lose him if yon do not. Not n moment to spare.” Straight way came the reply, short but encoura ging. “A squad of police started from the depot five minutes ago.” Thank heav en ! They might, to be here now. I looked at Lynch arid thought of the five hundred { dollars. “Wul, what’s the word ?” he i growled impatiently. “Your friend is coming," I answered i for want ofn better reply. "(lomiu* 1 Coinin'! Wlmr ?” (t “Coming to the office of Cohoe. He : probably has nil answer for you.” "An answer for me V dim I’cllrts? What should lie -answer for ?” Lynch j stood in stupid thought for a moment, and tlic'ii lie looked i.t me with a dangerous ; light in liis eye. “Look a here, young fellow,” lie cried, , “it’s niv private opinion you're lyin’ to me. And if ye are” -here he rnultircdu i horrible oath—“l’ll cut yer skulkin' heart ; out. I dont know anything about that ' thar macheen, but I swar Jim Fellers | hadn’t got, nothin'to answer. More like i he’d git. up and scatter when he heel'd that j message. He stood glaring nt me ns he muttered these words, liis hand on liis revolver. I cannot account for it. As J before re marked, I am a timid man by nature. But ; this action only made me bolder. Every i tiling depended upon keepins him a few seconds longer. It must be done nt any cost. I tried anew plan. “What do yon mean, sir ?" I shouted, i rising, “by coming into this office and talk | ing iu that style ? I)o yon think I’ll en ! dure it ? Leave this room at once, sir, or I’ll”—and I advanced threateningly toward ; him. Me unexpected attitude seemed to | amuse him more than anything else, but jit silenced his suspicions. Ho put his | bands in his pockets and delivered a loud laugh in my face. “Wal, wal, my ban tom, ye needn’t git Iso cantankerous. Who’ll thought such a little breeches as you had sueli spunk ? j Haw ! haw ! haw ! Why, I could chaw | you up 'thout makin’ two bites of ye.” “Well, sir," I said, still apparently nn i mollified, “either sit down and hold your tongue, or else leave the office.” And lie good nntnredly complied. Once more we were sitting listening to the ticking :is the minutes dragged their slow length along. Would help never come? Three minutes more. Great Heavens 1 The suspense was becoming intolerable. I must go to the stair nnd listen if I die for it. I rose and took a step toward the door, but a voice stopped me. “Hold !” shouted Lyueli, standing up right, all his suspicions aroused once more, “yer can’t go out of that door afore uie. Come hack here!” Sir I” ' “Come back here, or by the Eternal—’ and the pistol muzzle looked me in the face. He stood now half turned from the door and I was facing it. Slow ly, with out a particle of noise, I saw the knob turn and a face under a blue cap peep in. Thank God ! Help had come ! I felt a joy nn eontrolable come over me. I must keep the murderer's attention an instant longer till someone could spring upon hitn from beiiind. I walked straight up to him but his quick ear had caught a movement be hind. As he turned with an oath I sprang upon him, and bore cown his arm just as the revolver went off, the ball burying it self harmlessly in the floor. Before he could free himself from my grasp, half a dozen officers were upon him and be was quickly secured. Tho next raorniug tho papers were filled I with glowing accounts of the capture of tho murderer, nnd praises of my conduct. The principal business men of tho town made up a purse of five hundred dollars and presented it to me ; and this, with the reward that was paid me the following week, enabled me to get married at Olirist ; mas, But I shudder at the remembrance lof that half hour I spent alone with Tint Lynch ; and 1 don't think one thousand dollars would tempt me to go through it again. . -*.•< The Man With the Fleas. The l'arts correspondent of the New ; York Times narrates the history of a mod ern celebrity who has just died in a modest [ garret there. He ivus the colleague of tl o man who breaks paving stones with his , fist, and of the mail who swallows a sword. ! Jean Sessiihi, "the man wi.h the fleas,” toe many years exhibited the learned fleas throughout Fiance, making them do n number of astounding feats. Among other things ho marshalled them into companies, then turned them into horses ami made them draw a tiny chariot across u table. It was really wondeful to see* the seeming intelligence of these in sects. One day he was going through h s performance nt the Clichy fair, when a big dog rusbed up and seized him by the leg. ■loan had ordered his fleas into their box, nnd the nip of the dog at liis leg made him turn in haste, and iuhis fright he dropped liis box of fleas. Their natural instincts made them jump upon the dog fur safety, and at the same moment their master gave the dog a kick which sent him howling mvnv. It was not until h * saw tho flay; running that he com prehended the loan of his pets. The crowd began to laugh, but it was no laughing I mutter to Jean. His occupation was gone; ! he had been despoiled of his menus ol mi ning his daily bread, and tho poor fel low sat down weeping like a child. it required a year’s hard labor to train a now lot of fleas, and Jean luid not the means. He turned rag picker, and during the past friutrt* worked as a i chiffonier to support his family. But ! the life did not suit him, and chagrin and ! the severity of the season soon brought him to nia grave. . . -* •♦— An Ancient Beecher Trial. An aliment Beecher trial may b > found among the proceedings of a Connecticut court held at New U ;\en, May 1, 16(10, just two hundred and fifteen years ago. Iu this ease the kisser was Jacob M. Marline, aud the kiss was Miss Sarah Tuttle. It is ! demonstrufed that Jacob "tonka np or tooke nwry her gloves. Sarah desired him to give her the gloves, to which he answered lie would do so if she would give him a kiss, upon which they sat down to gethor, his anne being about her waiste, i and her annoUpon liis shoulder or about ! liis iu ek, and he kvssed her a.id she ky-s --ed him, or they kysned one another, con tinuing in this half an hour.' On examination, tin*, amatory Jackson confusedly admitted that ho “tooko her ! by the baud, and they both sat down upon a chest, but whether his army were about 1 her waiste, and her urine upon his shonl -1 del* or about his ueek, he knows not. for lie never thought of it since then till Mr ' Raymond told him of it at Mannatos, for : which he was blamed, and told ho had not layed it to heart as he ought.” Jacob and j Sarah were ouch fined twenty shillings. Such decisions and penalties enforced in ! Brooklyn would beggar Plymouth church. i •—Chicago Timm. Old Flows. A plow used bv the Emperor Joseph 11, iof Austria, iu 1869, was placed beside a ; modern plow iu a portion of the Austrian department of the Vienna exposition of | the old plows of various nations. No bet | ter proof could be given of the great ad vance in the improvement of plows which has marked tho 100 years which has elapsed since his imperial majesty worried himself and mother earth with that plow. This venerable plow was composed of the root of a tree, with tho stem for a beam, resting on an axle with wheels underneath it of about two and a half feet in diameter; the handles weresfeenred to the knee by holes bored into it, into which the handles were secured : the share was a piece of iron about nine inches long secured to the point by the knee, and then a strip of i board {about six inches wide was secured near the share. This last contrivance was designed to answer the purpose of a mold | board. The old English plows, though i much in advance of tins Austrian one, | were very weighty and awkward affairs; such as now would not be accepted us u gift by farmers in any civilized country. Spain exhibited an old plow with shafts, and a wooden share. South France, a plow constructed with wood, with the exception of the share, with wooden mold-boards live inches wide; this plow was about 500 years old. i J i It takes a Troy Coroner to hunt up bus'* ness. A small hoy found the dead body iof a man lying in ac, ump of bushes just above the Troy and Boston railroad track, near the north bounds of Lansingburgli, Friday afternoon. The police were nofci j tied and a telegram was sent to Coroner ; Seaman. Coroner Blackball also heard of j the case, nnd both started for the place. ; “Arriving at Adamsville,” says the Troy j Whig, "Blackball took the northern, Sea- I man the new turnpike, Seaman could , drive within three-eights, Blackball within live-eights of a mile of where the body lay. : The rest of the distance had to be traveled ■on foot. Seaman had the shotest distance, ! Blackball the best road. They made a ufvry picturesque appearance as one came up tile railroad track, the other across the ! fields. Blackball was a trifle behind when : they reached the spot, and Seaman nwur- I ded the case. The two <fii -ers were com | pletely out of breath and were unable to 1 speak for some moments. We forgot who j the unfortunate man—that is to say, the corpse, not Blackball—was; but the ver dict, aocm ding to Beaman, was, “I bent him about three rods, and I can do it again. ‘Well, mv son,’ said a father to liis eight-year-old son the other night, ‘wlmt have you done to-day that may bo set down as a good deed.” ‘Gave a poor boy five cents/ replied the hopeful. ‘Ah, ba! that was charity and charity is always right. He was an ophan boy, was he?’ ‘I didn't stop to ask,’replied the boy; "I gave him the money for licking a boy who spit in my dinner-basket.* IN ONE GRAVE. A Trait of Indian Life. An adventurous writer tells the following j extraordinary story of an Indian cliiei’s i paternal love ; Death had tukeu the old chief’s son, and | his grave was dug on a small eminence, | some furlongs distant from tho fort. On ■ reaching the spot, wo found an immense ! coucourse of natives assembled, among i whom the father and family of the deceased | were conspicuous. Tho funner stood at tho brink of tho grave in a desponding j mood; and, though ho permitted no out* j ward symptom of grief to appear, it was! yet evident to all that a mighty nnd con- 1 tinned effort alone kept it iu restraint. He : appeared to be about fifty years of ago, and his form and features, though stern j aid swarthy, offered u model of niauly j beauty. Tho mother and her daughter j were loud in their expressions of grief; i but that of the father, from its very calm- j ucas was the more terrible, anil 1 could | not but sympathize with the feelings so j obviously acute, The* weeping and wail- j ing of the assembled liiends were the only sounds to bu heard, and for n long while the business for which they were assem bled was suspended, as if no one was wil ling to impose the last trial of their hearts | upon the bereaved parents. At length the father gave a stern order that the body should be deposited in the the grave ; a mandate which was reluct antly obeyed by her who had equal cause to mourn their great loss. The old man commanded silence, and, iu a resolute tone of voice, began te address the assembled multitude. Having called attention to the different events of his life, as connected with the rank he occupied, he proceeded to remind them - always addressing him self to Mr. D , of the domestic afflic tions he had endured; concluding with the recent death of his eldest and most be loved sou, whose corpse was now before us. “Now,” said the old Chief, “the string of my how is broken, tho last hope of my declining days lias forsaken me. Seek not j to dissuade mo from the resolution I have i adopted, for I have resolved upon follow- i ing him, and all you can urge will be in vain; life has no longer any charm for me. j L was once a hunter, but am no longer so. 1 was once the proud father of two noble sons, but, alas ! where are they? Where fore shall 1 continue to cumber this earth j with my useless presence.” The silence that now prevailed was so deep that not even a breath was audible. The old man folded his blanket around him, cast* one farewell look on the fair fields and 'the broad rolling river in the vicinity, and then, to the surprise of all present, descended composedly into the pit, and laid himself upon tho corpse of his departed son. “Throw in the earth, fill up the grave, cover up my lust earthly residence,” he exclaimed, “Nav, do not hesitate, for I am resolved to die.” Screams of agony arose from tho afflic ted wife and daughters, vehement expost latioriT were resorted to by ail around, but the old chief remained firm. Not the ten derest entreaties of those who \v re and ar est to him among the living—not the ea ger representations of his friends, bueke ■ by tiie usually influential voice of Mr. J>., could for an instant shake the resolve of the self devoted victim. "I will die,” raid the old man; "wok no longer to prevent it. I repeat it, I will die !” When it. was found that all expostula tions and entreaties were in vain, the friends held a clamaroon commit among themselves, which resulted in a decision to obey the will of the chief. When he saw his wish would be complied with he again spoke and gave directions for the disposal of liis property. His horses were to be divided among his relations, ten of the finest being first given to Mr. D., who was looked upon by tho indiuns as an adopted father. Meanwhile I had advanced to the brink of the grave, in order to observe narrowly the count,emince of the old man. f could perceive no symptoms of weak ness. Tho same stern calmness which was at first perceptible, still continued to char acterize it, and the clods of earth began to shower upon him, still not a muscle re laxed. In the midst of the most fearful bowlings and lamentations were the horrid obsequies performed; the clay and the sand being filled in. The green sod was at length carefully arranged over thesmull spot which marked the Inst resting-place of the living and tho dead. ' —- The False and the Tine. As they entered a dry-goods store yes terday you would have said that love dwelt in both hearts and that n dove of peace roosted on every shingle on thereof of their abiding place. .She saw a lovely dress, and she begged him to buy, but be replied : “Ican’t, darling, not before next week.” “Can't you, dear ?” sbo smiled. “Well, I will wait.” They had hardly passed out the door be fore be said : “I’d like to see myself getting that dress ?” And she answered : “Yon couldn't buy one side of it, nnd if you could you are too stingy aud mean to do it I Detroit Free Fret*, An audrieimis robbery was committed on April 27 in the line Neitve, Brussels. A man and a female entered a jeweller’s. After looking over some very valuable necklaces and lockets they chose four r ecklaces and two lockets, nnd ordered them to be sent to a hotel, as the sister of the Indy was to choose which she preferred. An employee was sent with the goods iu the evening, and be found the man sitting iu the private room which apparently led to the bedroom. The wife mine in nnd Raid she would like to show the jewels to her sister, and took them to the adjoining room. In a few minutes the husband be gan to get fidgety and went to look after bis wife.. When a quarter of an hour had elapsed the clerk became suspicions, and on ringing the bell was informed the two bud left the. hotel. Unfortunately, they forgot to leave the jewels behind, and so the jeweler in some 100,000 francs out of pocket. "Are you an Old Follow V” “No, sir ; I've been married for a week.” “I mean do you belong to the order of Odd Fel lows ?” No, no : I belong to the order of married men." “Mercy, how dumb. Are yon a Mason ?” “No. I.m a carpenter by trade.” “Worse and worse ! Are von s Hon of Temperance ?” "Bother you I no; I'm a son of Mr. John Gosling's. ” The Noble Women of Georgia. While thousands of young men nre liv ing in Idleness, and worse than idleness, there are many women, tenderly and deli cately reared, but reduced to poverty, who have nobly striven with hard fortune nml wou the battle, by industry nnd thrift. We have been very much impressed re cently by certain correspondence of the New York Tribune, relating to lady far mers of Thomas county, Georgia. We learn from this correspondent that it is told of a widow in that comity, Mrs. Ju lia A. Mitchell, and, be it ever remember ed, whose husband died in 1808, leaving her with a legacy of six daughters and a debt of $4,000, that she paid it, all and tuts SHOO in bank. Him did it from a farm, too, and never lias bought any terterhzers. Hlie scorned all lien amt homestead laws aud fought out the buttle with her own hand and head. .She has fattened and sold the past year sixty tlnee hogs, nnd also two horses which she and her two oldest daugh ters raised. Blit young men need uot bo taking the ('. L. and 8. trains too hur riedly, for rumor saitli that tho handsome Judge who told this true tnlo of the Far mer's Convention at Tliomasville hath claims there ; yet they need not stop, for Thomas hath other fair and skillful daugh ters equully worthy, some nearer the Judge’s home. It is also on record that Misses Joanna uml Margaret Bowman made last year with their own hands live bales of No. X cotton, besides keeping house and gardening in first class style. They failed, uot for want of merit, in get ting the premium ut the State Fair, but purpose this year to try again. Taking off’bis hat most respectfully to these noble women, Ibo correspondent says it is tho spirit, displayed by such per sons that may well constitute the hope of the South and her true independence. We are of the opiuiou that these examples ci ted from Thomas county can be matched everywhere in the State, if so, we should be most happy to receive any records of the same and publish them, not merely to tes tify our unbounded faith in the gentle sex, but also to present such examples be fore tho men of the city nnd country, whose eon stunt cry : “l cannot get any thing to do.” If every idle man iu Geor gia was usefully employed, as he might lie, the wealth of tho State would bo vastly inereated, other men w ould not be com pelled to labor beyond their proper share, and the women of the land would have bet ter husbands, it is a shame lor men with beard on their fares to tie spinning out worthless lives, when so many of the fe male population are engaged in enterprises of honest industry. It must be remem bered, too, that very little encouragement is given in the south to wotnmen who strive for themselves, but everlasting hon or be to those who break the bonds of con ventional prejudice, mid prove themselves far better than the shiftless “lurks of cre ation,” and worthy helpmates of the best of the other sex. —Augusta CounlUuiiuu alinl. Gems of Thought UxoKsi a tree h is borne blow mis iu the spring, yon will vainly look for fruit in the nutn mu. Tub Firro'iz -If there is a past in which man h tve done ill, let thou have ! hope, for there is a future in which they j may do well. Novet.ty. —lt is not only old and early I impressions Unit deceive us : the churms of novelty have the same powi r. Unexpected blessings are always doubly acceptable, uud are received with greater joy thrill those we lmd anticipated. Women charm, as a general thing, in pro portion as they are good. A plain face with a heart behind it is worth a world of beauty. Men who have tried both uni formly agree to this. Method Essential. —A great man of the la it century said : “He who lives not by the rule lives not at all.” Perhaps there is more truth in that assertion than some are at first disposed to admit. The Good married man can protect all the unprotected fenu les, nnd make him self generally agreehle to the ladies, and yet never leave a doubt on any mind Unit tl ere is a precious little woman a bom • worth all the world to him. Management. —lt is no small commen dation to manage ft little well. He is a good waggoner who can taro in a little room. To live well in abundance is the praise of the estate, not. of the person. I will study more how to give n good account of my little than bow to make it more. Honesty. -Every man likes honesty in one way or another. This man likes to see it in another, enjoying the sight of it ns that of a costly luxury which lie can not afford to indulge in; while that man, wiser and truer, having lost all else, bugs it as bis priceless fortune, and gloats over it as nia secret and sufficing treasure. About Love and Matrimony. The merry passional can’t fellers have gotten up anew theory which explain the discrepancies of married life, Avery an cient tradition relates that man was orig inally created male and female in one, being furnished with it duplicate set of limbs, and performing bis locomotive functions with ft kind of rotatory move ment like ft wheel’ In consequence man became very insolen'. Jupiter got mad and split him in two. Since then each half runs about the world to meet itsn ate, ! and if the two congenial halves meet they i are a very loving couple. If ou the con trary, they arc subject to a miserable, puo ; vi.-h, troublesome matrimony. The pu rest is rendered difficult by a man choos i ing the half Mint never belonged to him, I and bis part, necessarily falls into the same | error; mid thus in tlm course of many cen turies, society has been thrown into irre | trievahle confusion with no way to get out. —Columbus Sun. - There is an elderly lady in Bhermnn, j Connecticut, who is very indignant with j the present laws, as she understands them. Talking with a friend awhile ago, she said: | “My husband only got ten dollars for vo ; ting the ticket, while lather got eigh teen for voting the tl :ket. Wu'n't j that bio bad? They ain’t nothin' square nor right about such laws! They orter he made more equal, and anmthin’ should be done’ liout it so they’d pay one as much for votin’ as another.” “Do you think that souls separated here i aie united hereafter?” asked a pale,, ema ■ eiated pietest of a friend. “I hope not,” ; wan the chilling reply. “It cut me n I pretty good figure to get a div‘ roe, and j when I invested that money jl invested i it for time and eternity, too. ”j MISCELLANEOUS. A moving tail- a hungry dog's. Between two evils choose neither. Tho end of everything—the letter g. Even (he laziest can sometimes catch ft whipping. How in iff If does a fool generally weigh? A simple too. Tho hilly suits that last longer than yott' want nre law suita. “I am bound to have my rights," as the may said to the shoemaker who had sold' him a pair of boots, both lefts. Enterprise. The Chicago Times sold twenty thousand extra copies on the strength of the editor's going to jail. When Agasuz was pressed to delivers lecture for pay, he replied: “I caunot afford to waste my tiffi'o for money." Wind js the difference between a hello and a burglary The belle Carries false locks, aud tiie burglar false keys. Love is Bed tube blind, but I know lots of pliellows in lovo who can see twice as much iu their galls as I kan ;—Jbah Hil lings. “Is this the Adams Hon*?" asked ' stranger of a Bostonian. "YeR," was the reply, “it’s Adam’s JfofiW tffftfT/ott get to' the roof, then it’s caves,” They wondered at the short collections in a Missouri church, and investigated to' \ find that one of the collectors hud tar iu’ j the top of his hat. A traveler railed for mint-sauce at ' I hotel the other day, nnd the waiter said they bail none, adding: “OurcOok makes all tho rniuse into pies, not siiiice. ” Why cnll him tho “groom” as eight out "f ten people do? A groom’s business is to look after horses. A bridesgroom’s business is to look after his wife's mother. “Lord, make us tVuly thankful of wlmt we are about to receive—these hi sen its ain’t fit ten for a deg to eat,” is the way a a certain Monroe, Ln., man uslis a bless ing. A little American lad who had just com menced reading thu newspapers, aßked' bis father if the word “Hon.” prefixed to the name of a member of Congress meant "honest.” A person was told that three yards of cloth, by being wet, would shrink one quarter of a yard. “Well, then,” he in qnire.i, “If you should'wet a quarter of a’ yard, would there be any left?” A hi tie four year old woke up very early one morning, and seeing the full moon from the window, he innocently remarked "I should tliiflk it w as about time forDod to take that moon in." “My dent," said n husband, in startled tones, after w’lilting his Wife in the middle of the night, “I Imve swallowed n dose of strychnine!” “Well, then, do for goodness' sake lie still, or it may come up. ” “Dictionaries exchanged for caramels, ” says a placard in a Chicago candy store. The girls of that city will certainly partin ' ipate in the spelling matches now that there is a market for the prizes.” “Captain,” said a sou of Erin, ns the ship was nearing the couSt in iuelemeneut weather, “have ye an almenik on bourd?” “No, I lmVta’t. ” “The hejabbers, we shall have to trike tho weather as it comes." NO. .4 A cruel jolic nt the expense of those ladies who are perpetually striving to gain a hearing in the Dress lms been going the mound of literary circles, to tho effect “that they look ranch better in muslin than ill print. ” A widow, being. Cautioned by her min ister about flirting, stiid she knew it was wrong for maidens and wives to flirt, but the Bible was her authority. It said “widow’s mite.” Who was flirting awfully at last accounts. The tenor and soprano in a Boston choir were married recently. A facetious ex change says that they met by chants, the usual way, and ultimately agreed to duet. And the. first addition to the family will" boa trio. When are stockings like dead men?" When they nre men-deil; or, perhups,- wlien their soles nre departed; or, again, when they nre nil in holes; or, when they nre in toe-toe: or, when they are past heeling; or, when they are no longeron' their lust legs. She used to keep bits of broken china and crockery piled up iu a convenient corner of the closet, and when asked bet reason for perieving such and mestic lumber she shot a lurid glance lit tier husband,' mid merely remarked; “He knows what them’s for.” Baida colored Georgia preacher: “Dir’s rolibiu’ and stcalin’ all around. Dais be' Beecher business, de Woodhull business,- .Sumner is dead, tornadoes come whoop-' in’ around, de Freedman’s Bank lisa bus ; ted, aud it ’pears as if do end nigh,- mighty cins at band.” “It is not our fault,” says a Milwaukee' ; editor, “that wo arc red-headed aud small,- ; and tlm next time that one of those over | grow n rural roosters in a ball, room reach es down for our head and suggests that some fellow has lost a rose bud out of liis button-hole, there will be trouble.” A yard-stick is very useful in n Rtore ;• n stick on the stage is of no use w hatever; ft stick iu a tmlilcr is sometimes in danger of making the sidewalk uneven to pedes trians; u stick of a husband or wife is apt to be much longer than is desired, nnd a stick full of mutter iH the commonest thing read in a newspapers. A lady who had been teaching her little four-year-old the elements of aiitlimetio was astounded bv his running and pro pounding the following problem: “Mam mu, if you hail three butterflies, and each but, oi fly had a bug in liis ear. how many' butterflies would you have?" The mother' is still at work on the problem. A citizen who met an old acquaintance' on the street recently asked why he wore a weed ou I.is hat. "For my poor wife who has passed over the river,” wus tho inelauolioily reply. “Well, can't she come; back—aren’t the ferry boats running?” was the surprised query. The man had to explain that ho did not refer to tho East River. Widows’ Rights. —A gaunt woman jumped into the Ceutrul Station yesterday, bonnet askew and eyes blazing, and as alio readied the sergeant's desk she exclaimed: “I'm the Widow Coon!” “All!" remarked the sergeant. “Aud I want to know if my landlord can raise tho rent on me?” she went on. "I viiess so—landlords can do most any thing. ”. “But I'm n widow?” “So you say.” "Ami isn’t there a law to proteot a wid ow from having the rent'raised?” “Never heard of one.” “And I haven’t any morei rights than a* married woman?” “Not one.” “Very well,” she said, shutting her teeth together and striking the desk; “if Ia widow hasn’t any rights I'll marry some-: i body afore sundown —you hear me now.’ And kicked over a chair and walked' [(Jut. —Ddroit Free Press.