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VOL XV.
EDITORIAL BREVITIES.
Mr. Cleveland will soon air him.
self behind his long-tail horses.
Nevei judges man by I.i< sail
ry. And never ju !ge his salary
by his airs.
Our years, our debts, eur ene
mies are always more numerous
than we imagine,
The A’orthern press alludes to
Colquitt as a pteacher. Well, he
is r.ot muclt of a preacher : is the
negroes say, a sorter ‘vorter.’
Canada can get rid of her Riel
rebellion cheap. A detec'ive of
Montreal oilers to deliver Lewis
dead or alive for ten thousand
dollars.
Our Atlanta correspondent
more than intimatos that the ma
chinery of the ring is being pre
pared for use m tbe gubernatorial
campaign in Georgia.
A law firm in A 7 ew York is get-,
ting much free advertising through
tbe journals of the day, to the
effect that “Chef will have a desk
in their office. “CTet” is tut a
lawyer, not much of an attorney.
It has already been given out
antboritively that Mr. Cleveland
will not be a junketing President.
Consequently he will net permit
H. 1 Kimball & Co. to show him
around at their hoodoo.
A Vermont paper says of Min
ister Phel) s : “He holds the rib
bons with a gentlemanly skill.’’
Col. Iky Bull is also a coachman.
He served under that eminent
hostler, Col. De Lancy Kane.
Princess Alexandra may wear
tbe greet all over Ireland, but
she will perhaps fail to find any
thing gr«en in the eyes of the
Irish peasantry.
Smuggling is the best paying
indastry along the frontier of the
United States and Mexico. It is
claimed that ten times as much is
smuggled into Mexico as into the
United States.
An Aptil fool joke was given out
from IV*w Orleas that the old ’’lib
erty bell.” hud been stolen from
the Exposition. It was heart
rending to the Yankee Republican
l harisees.
Rev. Sam Jones is receiving
much free advertising and uncall
for abuse of late. The trouble
with him, is that ke’sir ike habit c.f
speaking the truth - TTtisjis as un
popular as usual.
The Pittsburg Times says:
•‘Ferdinand Ward is a scoundrel
whose coolness would chill an
icicle.” Ferdy ra/her warmed up
tbe Marine Bank and its deposi
tors and customers, and found a
cocl pard in Col, Fish.
Wide attention has been called
the past winter to the wretche >
ness of some of the canned food
that is put upon t e market, and
no less than ten State Leg slatures
are said to be considering bills
upon tbe subject.
Why tne mugw umps kick up so
over //iggins ia explained, Higgins
says: “When I have got througL
with the infernal revenue office
you will feel as if and elephant
had stepped on you.” The mug
wumps are also whisky ringers.
It i- already proposed to pea -
sion the Grart family. His widow
will, no doubt, be put upon the
growing civil pension list, but if
Fred’s, Buck’s and Jesse’s rich
wives won’t support them then
they should be allowed to work
like other American citizens
Higgins’ good qual ; ties are be
ginning to show ou . There is
no telliDg bui that he will soon be
the most popular clerk in Wash
ington especially with the ladies
Gen. Logaij might get a posi
tion as secoi d mate on a Missis
sippi steamboat. His eloquent
profanity an^ 1 al ime would make
the roustabouts hustle beautifully
Su'livan and Ryan want -ome
secluded place in which to have
their great light. 7’hey will have
to go away to Montana, as they
canbotoh'ain police promotion in
Macon.
THE EDITOR SLEEPS.
UIS DR HAM.
Once upon a time a v llago edi
tor sji in iiis qi iet sanctum in
.lustrums!v f>, tilting iLopoliiical
editorials in bis city exchanges
At lenght that which he read
began tohavesits legitimate effect;
the editor nodded once, twice,
thrice ; his eves close; the city dui
ly fell from his nerveless fingers,
and three flies lit upon his bowed
Inii.l and balu - end all, swung cor
uers, crossed over, and prome
naded all around, to ilie music of
the rythmical editoria 1 snoi e. The
village editor was asleep ; and
sleeping, the village editor dream
ed.
I/e sat at his desk with wearv
fingers and aching head. The
fast local item had gone in*o type,
the last inside reading notice had
been set up, and the youngest ap
ptentice stood grimly by, with
lines of itrpat'ence upon his brow
and a daub of iuk under his left
eye, waiting for copy. Suddenly
there was a slip without, the door
opened, a man entered, and fak
ing a vacant chair in front ol the
editor’s desk, to whica the editor
has politely called his M ention,
and said:
“My dear sir, my name is John
W. Smith. I am a subsciber to
y< nr paper, as you well know, and
being in tow n io-day, I thought I
would takti the opportunity to
cail and tell you that I liked your
paper all but one thing. You
don't print enough mallei on the
tariff question. Poetry and sto
ries and funny paragraghs and
local items may do well enough to
till up a paper with in ordinary
times, but just now - the country is
awake to tbe tariff question, and
if you want to keep your paper
alive, you’ve got to give jour sub
scribers light on the tariff. You
should not have less than three
columns of editorial and five ex
tracts oa the tariffin every issue.
That’s all I’ve got to say, and I
hope you’ll bear it in mind, By
the wav I owe you two year’s sub
scription. and one of these days
I’ll call in and pay it. Don’t fore
get to let yourself loose on the
tariff; goodslye.
/s Hie man who wanted light
on tbe tariff passed out, a little
nevotts looking person came in
and took the vacant chair.
“Ah,” he said, with a little smile
hat didn’t look strong enough to
be out, ‘ ah, my dear man, I see
vo i are absorbed in thought as an
editor always should bf, And,
that r minds me that you are neg
lecting—almost totally negleciing
science. Too much of politics
too much of politics, my dear man;
your paper will never grow in cir
culation while you neglect science
for politics. You slould devote
not less than foui columns a week
to science. Tha ’s all I came tc
sav. Be in some day and pay
you my subscriptiou. Good day;
Dut don't forget to give us plenty
of science.”
The footsteps of the man who
wanted science had not gone be
yond the editor’s hearing wuea a
third visitor entered and took the
vacant chair as if he was accustom
ed to sit in it.
“I am sorry that you are nelect
ing politics just at this important
period,” he said kindly but gravely.
“You should strive tc keep the vi
tal principles of our party con
stantly before the people. I like
your paper all but its lack iu this
respect, and some day, per
haps at the beginning of next year,
I will subscribe for it. I see it
new every in Brown’s office.
If you write tbout five columns of
fresh p lifical editorials every
week you’d see your paper going
right up in circulation. That’s
what I told Browu ye* ter dry, and
he agreed with me. A story and
a scientific article oecasiouady, and
a lliitle local matter and some
murriage and deatu notices to
pierse the women are wel 1 enough,
hut I can tell you that a country
paper to amouu- to anything ard
have, any influence, has got to be
full on political matters, That’s
all 1 want to say now, When yon
want any points on politics I’ll be
glad to help y.u out And by
lie way, don’t forget that I’m a
OUR OWN SECTION—WF. LABOR FOR ITS ADVANCEMENT
LAWRENCEVILLE, GA. APRIL 21 1886.
candidate for tbe Legislature i
good day.”
Tbe r.ext visitor who look the
vac mt chair that sat in front of
the vllsge editor’s desk, ppoke as
follows:
“I stepped in toxday to tell you
that I do not want your paper
any longer. In some respects it
is a good paper, but j oil do not
print enough news matter. You
should have a full page ot news at
least. I don t care anything about
your protective tariff and your
tariff for revenue only, or eiij thing
of that sort. I want the news
when I take the paper. I want a
full account of the murders and
suicides and railroad collisions
and divorce cases. Don’t seud the
paper any longer. I’ll come in
and pay you what I owe jou wkfn
I have sold my corn. Good day.”
»rd then there came a light
step at the door, and a person
wearing a severe ceun emnce, and
a shawl, came in and took the va
cant chair.
“I am very sorry, he said, in
measured tones, and with a fixed
and critical stare at the end of the
editors no-e--I am very sorry to
notice that you are giving in your
columns so little attention to the
cause of prohibition—the noble
cause of prohibition. You must
rouse yourself upou this great
question, and give yotr readers a
page of it weekly. I nm not a
subscriber to your paper, but I
borrow it every week from my
i.t ig ilur a..u I loau him the Ban
ner cf Truth <T; exchange. So you
will observe that I have been one
of your faitful readers, an 11 know
just where you fall short es mak
ing a good newspaper. I will
leave you a few tracts from which
you should make lioeral extracts
from time to time. You will no
tice that this one entitled 'Dash
ihe Gup Away 1’ is written by
mjstlf. You are at liberty lo print
it in full. And when I come across
anything particularly good in the
Banner of Truth I’ll cut it out and
send it around to you. You have
a gtand opportunity to make your
paper grow in circulation and in
fluence, and I hope you will come
boldly to tbe front on the light
'•ourse aud no longer continue to
devote your valuable space to
trivial matters. By the way, have
you a few exchanges that you are
done with. Ah, that will do: thanks.
Good day.”
Ac the door the man in the
shawl passed a person with a mer
ry twinkle in his eyes.
“I like your paper—it is first
rate,” he said, as he dropped into
the vseant chair, “except that it
does not con lain humor enough.
Why don’t you fill her full of jokes
and briguf things by the funny
fellows and make your readers
laugh 1 don’t care a cent
for those political editorials and
those scientific artrcles, and thai
stuff about the tariff you print.
That puts me to sleep. Give us a
plenty of jokes co shake a man's
liver up and let the tariff take care
of itself. That’s alf. Be into see
you again when /'ve more lime ;
ta, ta.”
The next person who took the
vacant chair had a countenance as
a second • nand-hearse. He didn't
look as if he had smiled more than
once in five years, and the village
editor took him for an undertaker
who wanted to advertise a patent
embalming process and pay in
trade.
“Sir,” said the solemn man, after
a silence that became very painful
to the village editor, “I am griev
ed to notice the tome of levity that
has recently pervaded the columns
of your paper and I am compelled
to ask you on that account to take
my name off your list. You seem
to forget that this is a world ot
calamity and woe and that a spir
it of levity in the press is uLseern
iy, and tends to draw attention
from the solem realities of life
and the near proximties of death.
Last week you declined to publish
my article entiled ‘Reflections on
the Grave, alleging that you did
not have room for it, and then
gave up marly a column of your
par dr to frivolous jokes. Ido not
intend to read anything light this
year. Tbat is all I have to say ;
good afternoon.
The door closed behind the
solems man au.t then softly open
ed again to admit a dreamy-eyed
man with a poetic brow, and gen
eral expression that seemed to in.
dieate that he wanted some th'ng
tnat be had never had and never
expeeted to have.
“I merelj came in to remark,’
be began, as he took the vacant
chair, “that you ure sadly neglects
ing the literary department of
your paper. I not only have no
ticed it mjßelf, but several of* my
friends bars crflled atteu/ion to it
You should by all means ruu a
continued story aud have from two
to three short stories in each
issue Good stories is tbe
thing that is wanted to make
a village paper popular. Every
body you ask will tell yon that.
A little news and some local ma/;
er and the marriage and denibs,
should be printed, of course ; but
you shoaldn’t let anything crowd
ou/ the stories. I don’t take your
paper, but nty brother-in law does
and I borrowed it of him. I have
in/ended for sometime to mention
the matter to you, but could never
think of it when 1 was in town be
fore. If you ihink that these sug
gestions are of any value to you,
you may send me your paper gra
tuiously for a year.. Allow me to
bid you good day, sir.”
Tbe dreamy-eyed man went out
as softly as a sixty days’ note falls
dus, and a moment iatei another
style of person dropped into the
vacant chair, and spoke thus in
tones that were sharp and quick :
*‘l don’t think that 1 shall take
your paper another year. You
are not making \t as good a paper
as you should with your oportuni
ties. You are not giving your
readers enough local matter. Los
cal matter should be the chief
feature of the village paper.. Ev
erything else should be made to
give way to local matter. A sto
ry now and then, when you have
plenty of room, a d a bit of poes
try to please the young folks
w'.o are in love, and a little news
matter are well enough, but if you
waM to make a village paper a
success, you’ve got to let yourself
out on local matter. Give the
news of your own community and
let the big dailies take care of /he
rest of world. And by the wiy, if
you are a little short of local mat
ter this week you can say that I
have invented and patented one of
meet common-sense churns that
has ever been intro duced to the
people of this State. I’ll be M
again in the course of a few weeks
and will then pay you my sub
sciipiion for last year ; good day
The village editor was just
sliding under the table, a crushed
and mentally demoralized man, to
hide hie head in despair, or the
waste rasket. or in both, when a
loud knock at the outer door
brought him from his dreams to
his waking senses.
“//ow are you old fellow V' cri
ed a cheery voice, and the Old
Subsciber from up the creek too*
the village editor by the hand w.th
a hearty grasp, and shook a pain
into the editor’s shoulder-blade.
And then the Old Subscriber
frem up the creek seated himself
in. the vacant chair and merrily
spoke thus :
Well, old boy, you’re just giv
ing us the very best papar we ev
er had. A good story every week,
some poetry to please ihe women
folks, a column or two of fresh
humor to make us laugh and keep
our livers running on regular
scheduls time, just enough of poli
tics, all the news that is worth a
busy mao s time to read, every im
portant local event written up. in
breezy, icadable style, and adver
tisements of a/1 the public sales
*nd of the stores and shops that
offer us bargains. Yes, sir ; your
paper is good enough for me—
worth twice what you ask—and I
want to pay yon a year’s subscip
tion for myself, and here are four
dollars more, for which you may
send your paper to my son out
West, and danghther down South,
for they both like to get th« news
from the old home, and you give
mor of it in one issue of your
paper than 1 could write in twen
ty letters. That's all I’ve got to
say to-day. Come cut and see me
when / begin |o make cider and
bring a jug along if you've got one
add if you haven’t, I’ve got one to
lend you ; good bye..
And the Old Subscriber from
up the creek went out with a smile
upon his face that began just be
low his left ear and spread leis
urely about over his face and then
quietly meandered back to tbe
place of beginning.
Tbe village editor was about to
pinch himself to see whether he
waa awake or not, when the cry of
•copy !’’ came to his ears, and then
he didn't think it neccessary to
pinch himself. He only folded up
three crisp two-doll»r bills and
put :hem in bis pocket with the
beautiful thought that this world
in which we live is rot so bad a
world as some folks dream it is
A WIFE'S DEVOTION.
Several years ago when Judge
S., then of the superior Joint, was
holding his court atForsy.h, Mon
roe county, Georgia resident of
(iwinneit county, were brought
before him charged with horse
stealing.
The case against the two men
was plain indeed. Tho old mau
from whom the horse was stolen
with his wife and daughter wore
introduced and each in their turn
on the stand swore strong aud
strikingly alike as to tho the theft
the indenity of the horse and of
.both men.
Absolutely nothing rebuttal
could be produced by the counsel
for the defense except the testi
mooy of h woman, the young; wife
of one of the prisoners, and the
daugh/erjof the old man from whom
the horse was stolen. Her story
as told to her attorney, was so
strange and unreasonable that
he begged she would not go to
the stand with it, fearing its effect
upon both judge and jury. To the
pleading of the lawyer she turned
a deaf bar, and rising without be
ing bid said aloud, "My innocent
bus band s liberty is at s'ake, I
must I will speak for him.” Judge
S, who up to this time, had not
noticed the woman now, owing to
her manner of speech and seem
ingly intense sympathy and love
for her husband called her to the
stand. Kuling. “sue could testify
in behalf of husbands brother and
make a statement” for the bus •
band. The Bible was handed to
her and she kissed with a smack
that might have been heard a
block away. Then
removing from her head its old
shaker «overiiig, and very careful
ly unwinding a much worn and
tatteied Gwineot red shawl which
she helj in her arms she exposed
to the view of a greatly surprised
audience a two months old baby
boy who was hid away somewhere
in the folds of that huge shawl.
The unwinding process completed
she hurriedly deposited both baby
and covering in a Leap on the ta
ble in front of hei, and with a de
gree of determination in her fuce,
expressed only hi the lines of
Shakspeare ; “I ahull remember
when Csesar says do this, it is per
formed,” she fronted the jurv.
Said she, “1 have sworn to tell
the truth. I understand fully tLc
enormity and meanness of a lie.
I am a God feat ing woman, and I
believe every word in that good
book there on the (able, and if
what I tell you uow about this
case be not true, may God in His
wrath this moment striko me
dumb ere 1 utter another word
and make me suffer the most vi
olent death that could befall hu
man. May 1 turn fiorn this ‘stand’
when I have finished ana look
upon teat baby mine—my oniy
one, whom I love nex’t to my hus
band, better than my life, rnd
find it cold ii death.
“Two years ago my fa her who
sits over there, and now aeuses
my husband of stealing his horse,
sent to GwinDett county for me
insisting that I should come and
nurse him through an a/tack of
rhumatism. He and my mother
had al way 8 been very hard wbh
Tom (my husband) and I, but
Tom now persuade 1 me to go say
ing it was my duty to go to him.
I went remained two months or
more until be recovered. While
at my father’s the ‘glanders” got
among tbe stock in the neighbor-
Uood, and aher awhile a colt be
JOHN T. Wit,HON, .111, Publisher
longing to my-father caught the
disease, A consultation of the
family was held, and it was finally
decided to kill the colt hoping
thereby to prevent the res
mainder of the horses on the farm
from catching it.
"I plehded for the colts life and
told my father to put it to itself
away from the ot ier hones
utul 1 would feed and try to cure
it. Ho did as I asked and I
nursed the colt back to health.
When 1 was leaving home, going
back to my husband, my father
told me in presence of my mother
and sister as I baa saved the colts
life ho would give it to 1116 and
would keep it for me, as he had
good pasturage, hn/il it glow large
enough to work, //ere the mat
ter rested, and I thought no more
of it until two weeks ago, when t
retrieved a tetter from my father
stating that the colt was ready
for work but my mother and sis
ter wire unwilling for me t<r have
it. He said he thought it wap
best .it for me (o send my
husband and brother alter the
colt, telling them to take it from
the pasture and not let my moth*
er and sister know about it.
“Owing to our extreme poverty
and need of a horse, Tom decided
to do as my father bid, and last
Thursday night, a week ago, he
and my brother reached our heme
in f/winnett with the coif, now
grown tc be a horse. The same
that I nursed through the “glan
ders’al my fathers two years ago
The same that my father then
gave me in presence of my moth
er and sister, now there by his
side, and the same, judge, that my
father now says my husband stole
from him ”
“This is all there is of it,” she
said and diopping her head which,
through the recital of her story
had ben us erect as the “proud
est s eed of the prairie,” she s'ow
ly left tlie “stand.” “The letter”, ot
course, was asked for, but could
not be produced. The woman
said she hud lost it
Tbe jury was “out” only a few
moments, returning a verdict of
guiby, and the men were sen
tenced to ten yeurs in the peni
tentiary. As tlie last words of tbe
sentence were uto-red by the
judge, the wife sprung to her
feei and facing her father and
Bother, and young sister, from
her lips such a curse fell as tilled
ivitb horror all who heard it.
Turning next to husband, slye
gave him a long lust embrace, and
held up the baby lor him to kiss.
Tlitu to the judge she said; ‘I
will find ibe letter sir and give it
to you,” and with a heart-broken
look but firm step, she passed
throdgh the crowd to the strset.
I’ho prisoners were sent off nex
day to begin their life ofservitute.
And suon, the scene in the court
room, ihe sad face of the wife, the
baby, red shawl were forgot ton
Beverul weeks later a woman
enter rod the judge’s office in
Forsyth, her faced Hushed with
excitement ana beaming with
joy. It was tue wife of the nun
convicted of horse stealing. Blie
had found “rhe letter,” and had
walked with her baby in her arms
all /he long way from Gwinnett
to Monroe, to bring it to the
Judge. B , after close ex
amination the document, was sat*
nfieuitwas genuine, und took
immediate steps to secure more
eyidonce in the matter. This
was easi’y accomplished, and the
evidence procured by the judge
finally admitted that 1 e had writ
ten the letter. The next train to
Atlrnta bronght Judge B
with it, and no time was lost in
submitiiug the matter to the (i v
ernor, who instantly iesueda par
don for the tvru men.
Only a few short years have
passed since this occurence, but
‘line enough has intervened for
ihe wife’s prayers to be answered ;
time enough for the parties who
swore away her husband's good
name and liberty to have reaped
ac. overwhelming cup of misery,
degradation and shame.
The father and mother died in
the poor house in the countly
where once they lived in plenty.
The sister to day isleadit. g a life
of shame in a miserable broilie'
in a Georgia city. y* j
cu'i.Y.vr/rr
OUR
’tOli OEVARLMhNT
IB COMPLETE.
Aid, ORDERS FOR
NEATLY AND
promptly execu
ted,
Kuteivil iii tilt) Pont OfHre at Luw
iviiroville, («h., ns sgcoiml clan* mall
matter.
NO 5
’1 lie good old judge still lives
in the enjoyment of excellent
health Thb brave and devoted
wife and her wronged husband
live in Gwinnett, and rank among
her happiest and most prosper
on citizens. The letter alluded
to in this narrative is on file with
o'her papers belonging to the
case in executive offiut. of the state.
My information was recieved from
Colonel ( ■ ,of Augusta, who
was an ‘ eye witness to the trial.
-.\f J, in Atlanta Constitution.
■<»» » - ——
SAVED FROM DISSECTION.
Otic of the many goo I deeus of
Mrs. Sarah Simpson of Bath, to
whom congress is asked to give a
pension was the nursing back to
life of a soldier boy, who now is in
a prominent business in a Marite
city, a man well known political
ly and socially tbrought/ut t.h6
stall, and a favorite everywhere.
This gentleman has had an exper
itinco tlnough which few men hare
passed Hu litteru ly lus attend
ed li's own tunc ml. He told me
the follow ug remarkable story
upon the condition that I with
hold his name .
“When the war broke out,” said
he, “I was a puny boy of seven
teen yea/s one of the sickly kind,
i.ot worth their feed. I lived in Wa
terville, and enlisted with the fa
mous college company. I was so
inferior a fellow physicly that
they set out not to take me, but I
was bound to go, and eleven oth
ers said they would go if I went
and wouul stay at home if I did
not go. Bo I went to the front
with the third Maine regiment in
fantry. .November 1861, found me
in Catrp Howard. Alexandria, Va.
/’tie camp was named for General
O. O. Howard who commanded
the regimeut.
“You can judge of what kind of
a youngster I was from the fact
that at the first battle of Bull
Run the first lieutenant of my
company loaded nay gu n lor me.
“ Well, cae day while weVere in
camp at Alexandria wo were or
dered out to Fairfax courthouse
au a short expedition and I took
cold, I aggrivated it by lying on
the damp gr und after my return,
Mid the next thing I wa« stricken
with diptheria. Borne of my
chums ha 1 me removed to the hos
pital tent and told the officers that
1 must have all done for me that
care and money could do.
“They were good to me but I
grew worse. A great sac formed
on my throat. It grew so large
that I could see it us I <ay in my
cot, and it protruded from under
my chiu. I remained ia a Bort
ofjstupor 1 coule, hear and . was
dimly cognizant of what was go
ing on urouud me. My fuce at
last swelled so that I could not
use my eye, and was practically
blinu. The sur eons McClure
and Bangor, and Dr. Hikdretb,
Gardiner, told me I must die. I
took a ring oft' my finger and toid
my comrades to seu<l it homo to
my mother. I sent a ilyiug mes
sage to her snd awaited death.
I was reconciled, un 1 in my semi
anconscious state iputecomforta
ble. / suffered no pain. My
limbs grew cold and I sunk deep
er into stupor. I heard them say
1 was dyiug. I had lingered
al >ng until it was now in January,
LB‘l2. Dr McClure teuk hold of
my wrist one day, threw it down
after trying to feel my pulse,
and I heard hi.u say : “Tl e boy
is dead ; Lis t uilse has stopped.
Take him out.”
“/ could not make a sign ora
noise, bu I hud sense enough re
rna ning to think of a ’ jack-knife.
1 thought they would wrap me up
in tny blanket and bury me,|and it
[Kipped into my bead that I might
dig my way out with my jack*
knife, although how I was to do
it, not being able to move a mus?
cle, can't tell.
•My friends gathered around
me and I heard their expressions
of grief. The time was set A»r
my funeral, /’he compaiu was
diawa up and 'he , the
Rev. Mr, Leona*'’' preached
in Bangor, ttu d after the
war, prjty d tettiie brief re
murK' ceremony was not
so much dulled that I did not ful-
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