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VOL. XXVI. NO 8
THE HERALD
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HOG KILLING TIME.
The following from the Hills
boro, Tex., News is n little out
of season, but it is true to life:
There is blood in the barn lot
and hair on the ground, while
the dog on his haunches sits
drooling around; there’s n lunch
ou the fence stake and a crow
in the air to steal a rich morsel
w hen no one is there. The boys
are o i hand and they never fail
to fight for the bladder or scrap
for the tail; and the diet for
days is sausage and souse, while
the smell of fried Cracklings
pervades the whole house. No
on i io this world knows fully
the joy of hog killing time like
the hale farmer lioy. Head
cheese and backbone make his
countenance shine, and his soul
fairly revels in sweet, tender
line, while the liver and brains
.lie ends and the odds —with
spire-ribs well roasted are lit
for the gods.
GAVE HEK AWAY.
A society young gentleman
of this city was entertained at
Cards the other evening in a
manner which he will not soon
forgot. During the evening
some cake was passed, and the
six-year old son of the poetress
wished for a second piece. “No
Johnny you can’t have any
more,” she said. “I’ll (ell
on you if you don’t give me
s i.ae,” was the youngster’s
threat “Well, you can't have
any more cake any how. What
is it v°u "ill tell?” “Oh,
n hhiti’ much,” answered the
child, “except my pants are
made out of old curtains.”
Tnecompany collapsed.—Roch
ester Union and Advertiser.
At last the memory of Edgar
Allen Poe is to receive the tri
bute of a murhle shaft.
Though somewhat tardy and
for that reason perhaps a little
awkward, this recognition of
his genius will be applauded by
the whole American jieople.
The fame of this glorious hard
is the heritage of all Stut**s ami
of all sections. In a broad and
comprehensive sense he was a
true and typical American p*»et.
For this reason the announce
ment curries with it unlimited
satisfaction and the dedication
of the shaft will he a matter of
iuternatiou.il interest. The
monument will be erected at
his old home in Baltimore,
Maryland.
There was a reception going
o.i i i the parlor. Little Jim
having been arrayed for lied got
. away from the nurse and ran
to his parents for a good night
kiss. He kissed a good many
p >ople before he was discover
ed The discovery was made
simultaneously by all in Ihe
house. Little Ji 111 had asked
his big sister’s beau for a kiss.
The gent leman replied quite
audibly that he never kissed
people. There was music when
little Jim yelled out; "Do too.
I saw you kiss my sinter Belle,
bo now.” —Ex.
A horse had been working
steadily for thirty-live years at
the time it fell dead recently in
Telfair, Gu It was thirty
eight yeurs old. unit in 1862 was
used in the mail service between
Hswkiusville and Cochran.
tppaus Tabu lea: at druggists.
The Gwinnett Herald.
THE INADVERTENCE OF
MISS PERKINS.
BY WARREN CLARK.
j It was a queer little house,
with sharp, pointed gables and
wide perpendicular weather
boarding, that seemed entirely
out of place oil busy Sumniri?
street, with its strutting btistlo
and hurried air of importance.
But the house was a relic of
other days, when the now thriv
ing town was simply a village,
and the old residents, who had.
long since died or moved to
quieter and more fashionable
quarters, had considered Sum
mer street tlie most, desirable
place of residence iu the coun-i
ty. The Peter Perkins
had built Iho house, and there
he had lived for years, nomi
nally practicing law, but in re
ality cultivating that unpro
ductive field, so dear to the
heart of every true the
field of Political Preferment,;
and being uniformly unsuccess
ful, at length, after a particu
larly disappointing campaign, 1
had died, leaving only his (laugh
ter Martha—Miss Perkins—andU
his little old-fashioned house. .
Westfield, with all ils niinia-i
tire metropolitan ways, had
not outgrown the habits of ev-j
everybod’s knowing everybody!
else, and after the Honorable 1
Peter Perkins was laid in hisi
final resting place, there was
not a household iu Westfield
in which the probable doings oC
Miss Perkins was not more or
less discussed. But Miss Per
kins, beiug what her neighbors
called ‘a strong-minded person,’
did not leave her frieuds long
in uncertainty, for the very day
after her father's funeral she
announced her intention of
opening ‘a flower store,’ a new
venture for Westfield, but one
that she felt sure the growing
refinement of the people, as
they got more moitey and were
brought more and more in touch
with city wavs, would warrant.
Accordingly, in a few days
there appeared a neat sign over
the front door:
MISS PERKINS, FLOWERS.
And into the little front par
lor there caniii a counter and
refrigerator, while the window
was tilled with fragrant blos
soms —roses, carnations and
violets predominating. The cut
(lowers came from a (lorist in a
nearby city, but it was not long
before a small greenhouse in
the hack yard did much to sup
ply the demand.
At first the young men of
West Held seemed in a fair way
to bankrupt themselves at Miss
Perkins’ coiinter, but gradually
they grew accustomed to the
novelty, and the volume of
trade was reduced to propor
tions that could lie relied upon.
And s<> Miss Perkins’ store
became a permanent institu
tion, and Westfield wondered
how the town had ever gotlon
along without it. It was such
a convenient stopping place,
too; the ladies made it a sort
of rendezvous, and drop in when
you might, you were almost
sure to find some olio to tell
you what was going on or com
ing otV in Westfield society.
Miss Perkins was busy be
hind the counter one morning,
arranging a freshly cut supply
of flowers, when two young la
dies arrined at the door at the
same instant, and came bust
ling in logether.
‘Why, good morning, Miss
Clematis,' exclaimed Miss l'er
kina, looking up in surprise.
‘Good morning, Miss Klwell;
nrn't you chicks out a little
early t his morning ?’
, ‘Oh, not ut all,’ replie I Miss
Clematis with a laugh, ‘you
know we're early birds at < ur
house; I've been to market al
ready.’
•Well, dear me!’ exclaimed
Miss Klwell, who was a rather
languid creature, ‘l’m sure you
are an early one. Now nothing
in the world would usually get
me out this early, but I have a
very important piece of news,
and 1 could hardly wait to get
down town to tel I it!'
Miss Klwell stopped and look
ed at Miss Clematis to s«sj that
she was duly impressed, while
Miss l’erkins went on arranging
her flowers.
‘Well, now that you are here,’
said Miss Clematis, ‘let's have
the news. What is the wonder
ful piece ut information that
LAWRENCEVILLE, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, MAY sth 1896.
has gotten Miss Lazybones out
of bad before 10 o’clock ?’
‘1 never was more surprised
in my life,’ said Miss Ewell,
‘and i know everybody will be
completely upset over it. Can’t
you guess what it is?’
‘Why, of course I can’t!
llow provoking you are! With
out a hint of any kind except
that it’s the most surprising
thing that ever happend!’
Miss Elwell seemed to enjoy
her friend’s curiosity. Finally
Miss Clematis said:
‘The most, surprising tiling
that ever happened? You
must be going to get married I’
‘Now see here, girls,’ ex
claimed Miss Perkins from be
hind she counter, ‘that’s the
way young Indies talk. I be
lieve in the comic papers, but
it, isn’t 1 lie kind of wit that is
considered good form in good
society; so Rose, if you have
any news to tell, let us have it,
and Blanche, stop your chaf
fing.’
The girls laughed, and Miss
Elwell said:
‘Miss Perkin’s curiosity is
getting aroused, so I won’t
keep yon in suspense. Mabel's
engagement is broken!’
‘What!!’ cried both her list
eners at once. ‘Mabel Richey?’
‘Um-ninph,’ said Miss El
well, nodding her head in affir
mation.
‘Oh, you’re joking,’ said Miss
Clematis, ‘she and Harry wen
just devoted to ' each other.
Why, nothingcould ever come
between them. Mabel told me
so.’
‘But- something did, just the
same,’ replied the bearer of tin 1
news, 'and that something was
Miss Marguerite DaisyDe Jones
of New York ’
Miss Clematis exclaimed,
“Well,*! never!’ and Miss Per
kins groaned.
‘To think,’ finally said the el
der lady, ‘that Harry Martin
has no more sense than that!
What, the young men of this
day and generation are coming
to I'm sure I can’t tell. Here
that bold faced creature with
her boude hair— ’
‘lt’s blondined, I know,’ put
in Miss Clematis.
‘And her pink cheeks,’ con
tinued Miss Perkins, ‘conies to
town with nobody to introduce
her hut the hotel keeper, and
sets half the men in town crazy
and they do say that some of
her worshipers are not single
men either,’and Miss Perkins
set down the sprinkling-can so
hard that the noise attract ini
the attention of people in the
street.
‘lt does beat all; Harry Mar
tin was such a nice fellow, too!'
said Miss Perkins; and then
suddenly hlh* asked, ‘When’ll
it happen?’
‘Oh, it’s going on for a long
time, l guess,’ said Miss Ehvoll,
lingering some flowers on the
counter, ‘lint the break came
night before last. Mabel’s
brother Dick told my brother
Tom, yesterday, and Tom’s
lt.s*ii coaxing me to lend him
my wheel, so In* came straight
home last night and told me.
It was raining 100 bad for me
to get out then, s*i l had to'
keep it to myself all night. 1
guess from what Dick said th**y
must have hail an awful time.
It seems that Miss Margueritu
Daisy De Jones is going to give
a supper ut the hotel to-night
to a lot of young fellows, and
Mabel heard thut Harry was go
ing, and of course that made
trouble. They just had it in
the parlor and she gave him
hack his ring and he left in n
great hull. Dick says that
Harry never intended going at
all, Unit In* wasn’t even invited
hut when Mabel began to sus
pect him ho got angry and said
he’d go if he wanted to. llain’t
it aw ful?’
‘Well, 1 don’t believe he was
going,” said Miss Perkins, ‘and
somebody ought to pateli it up
bet ween them.'
‘1 don’t think anybody will,’
replied Miss Klwell; •they’re
both as proud as Lucifer and as
stubborn as—l don’t know
what Tom says he bets Jlarry
goes away, and I suspect he
will. Well,J,l feel sorry "for
them, but 1 don’t know wliut
we’re going to do about it. Say
Miss Perkins, what is that
plant over in the corner? I
never saw anything like it lie
fore.’
Miss Perkins told her the
name of the plant, and then a
commercial traveler, who want
ed to sell Miss Perkins some
glass that she didn’t need fur
her greenhouse came in, and,
while Miss Perkins was explain
ing why she didn’t want and
couldn’t use a thousand panes I
of glass, even if it was the
clearest ever cast,, the young j
I ladies slipped away.
All morning Miss Perkins,
who usually did not give much
heed to the gossip that wont on
in her little roam, thought of
the lovers' quarrel she had
heard discussed. Both of tin*
young people were general fa
vorites in town, and their mar
riage lind been deemed an emi
nently suitable one; it was a
shame, thought Miss Perkins
that a frivolous stranger with
yellow hair shnusd have tin
power of working so much mis
chief.
‘I do hope,’ said Miss Perkins
to herself, ‘that those girls
won’t chatter about it all over
town. I ought to have warned
them about talking too much—
not that it would have done
any good, but it might have
eased my conscience a little ’
As she spoke a carriage drove
up to the door, and Harry Mar
tin sprang to the paVement and
came in.
‘Goodmorning,Miss Perkins,’
lie said in his brisk, whole
■untied manner. ‘Some rose
this morning? Ah, those are
beauties; how many have you ?
Three dozen, only? Well, I
want them all. Here's my
card, which you will drop in
the box, aud send them to '
And lie wrote an addn-rs on a
teg lying on the counter.
‘This address I've lefi moth
er in the carriage and -it-*
afraid of the horse, so I'll hur
ry out. Good morning, Mis
Perkins.’
And Mr. Martin was out ami
awav before Miss Perkins had
hardly recovered her breath.
Blie looked at tin* address lu
had left:
‘Miss De Jones, Liberty House.
City.’
And then Miss Perkins losl
her temper.
‘Why, the impudent puppy!’
she cried. ‘lf he thinks I’m
going to send those flowers to
that—creature, lie’s mistaken!
He’s mistaken! He’s crazy, In
is. I wonder .if his mother
knows ?’
And then* Jut. of pure vexa
tion she sat down in a back
room and had a good cry.
A few moments later sin
came out and calmly put tin
roses in a box, dToppl'd Mr.
Martin’s card among them, tor*
into little hits the tag lie had
addressed, and w ith a firm hand
wrote a new one, which she
placed on the box; then put it
with a half dozen smaller pack
ages, which Nero, the factotum
of her establishment, would
deliver.
Then Miss Perkins regained
her habitual smile and gentle
self-possession, and went ahotil
humming little snatches of hap
pv songs and seemed as one
conscious of having done a good
deed.
Harry Martin was not n hap
py man. Indeed he had been
miserable for thirty-six hours,
for ho was, or had been, deeply
in love with Mabel Richey, and
in reality had never lieon intro-
Jucihl to the golden-haired gir'
with the three sectioned name
until since the quarrel with hi
sweetheart. But since that
tempestuous interview he had
sought, and easily obtained, an
introduction, and had decided
to send her roses for the decor
ation of the table at the ►up|s r
that was making si viral West-
Held sweethearts jealous and
unhappy.
Ami Mahle Richey was not a
happy woman. She liu I wept
all night after ttw quarrel and
gotten up the next morning
(Irmly resolved to die rathe
than allow any signs of v.e.tinn
ing. And she had gooe thro'
ibn proceeding day fairly well;
the only times that she mani
fested any unusual feeling be
ing when the name of Miss Mar
guerite Daisy’ l>e Joins wa
mentioned in her preset!' e.
Miss Perkins’ Nero was never
veay swift, and it was quite the
middle of the afternoon ioforn
he reached the Richey residence
aud left a long box evidently
containing flowers. Mabel was
jin her own room, and Jennie,
(the maid, took the box to her.
Tt did not take her many sec
onds to tear the box open and
scramble among the roses for
the card; even before she look
ed she felt sure of the name she
would find on it, and when she
read. ‘Mr. Harry Martin,’ she
sank down on the floor and
laughed and cried and said,
‘Oh, what a goose I atn!’ In
less than ten minutes she was
down stairs in a fresh frock with
the tear stains all washed away,
aud her father’s stable boy speed
iug with a note to ‘Mr. Harry
Vlart in,’ and under the stimulus
of a coin in advance and the
promise of another when he re
turned, Jack really hurried.
Harrv Martin,for some reason
had found the word in his fath
er’s office very irksome that day.
After he had made several
more or less serious blunders,
the elder Martin suggested in a
tone permeated with sarcasm
that lie go home and rest, and
Harry, acting on the suggestion
had put on his hat and street
coat and left the office. He
stopped on the front steps,
however, and wondered where
he would go and what he would
do. Westfield, and life itself,
seemed a dreary waste; he
wanted to get away from it all.
The satisfaction he had expec
t*d to fe -1 in sending a box of
roses to Miss De Jones was not
very much in evidence and he
heartily wished he had never
seen nor heard of that frivo
lous young woman.
While he stix»d on the steps
wrapped in melancholy, Jwhich
he punctured with an occasion
al, ‘Deuce, take it all!’ he saw
Jack, the Richey's stable boy,
approaching, wearing a broad
grin. Harry, from old-time
habit, began feeling with one
hand for u coin and held out
liis other for the note, then he
suddenly started and thought
with bitterness.
‘What an ass I am! He
hasn’t anything for ine.’
‘Hero* a letter, Mr. Martin,’
said Jack, his grin widening;
uud then he added in a lower
tone, ‘Miss Mabel, she told me
to hurry.’
‘Well, hurry hack then,’ said
Harry, tearing the note open,
and giving Jack the expected
coin. “I’ll take the answer.’
The note lie opened read:
My Dearest Harry:
How very good of you to
send the roses. Oh, you don’t
know how awfully unhappy I
have been! It was jio mean in
me to he jealous, but I know
that you forgive me. When
shall 1 see you ? Yours,
Mabel
Harry whistled.
‘Roses! Why what the deuce
does she mean? I’ll just go
and sen. Poor little girl, she’s
been all cut up and I’ve been a
perfect brute! ’
While he upbraided himself
lie was already taking rapid
strides toward the Richney resi
d‘-ne*<. which he reached before
Jack did.
He saw the roses in the draw
ing room before Mabel came in,
but by w lmt happy inadvertence
they got there he could uotgueas
nor did he try to find out when
Mals*l came—they hud other
t hings of which to talk.
Rut on his way homo, two
hours later* lie dropiwd into
Misa Perkins’s and paid for the
roses. ‘And oh, Miss Perkins,’
lie said, ‘about their delivery;
wasn’t tli re—through some in
advertence—a mistake made— ’
Miss Perkins looked him
straight in the eye.
‘No, Mr. Martin,’ she said,
‘there was no] mistake. The
Mowers went right to the right
person.’
And then Harry’s face red
dened a 'ittle, hut he looked
thoroughly hupyy as he reached
over counter and took Miss Per
kins's hand uud said:
‘Yes, Miss Perkins, inadvert
ence or not, it was the right i>er
son.’—Womankind.
To ruii a newspaper a man
must have public spirit, a big
supply of discretion, a vast
amount of putience, an abund
ant quatiity of endurance and
forbearance, a ueaf ear for un
just criticism and complaint, a
spirit to be just to enemies us
well as to friends, u determin
ation to do well in spite of all
obstacles, aud we imagine ihst
some money would be quite
helpful. But behind the
clouds—yes, behind the clouds
—the sun still shines, aud the
clouds always pass away.
< » ■' - —-
The greatness is acquired l>y
a succession of noble efforts
like the tree, which, as it cot.-
linueu to grow, adds to itself,
until complete with gruut and
little members.
FREE LUNCHES BANISHED
ONE STHIKINO RESULT OK THK
RAINES BILL IN NEW
YORK.
Gone is the free lunch from
hoards that one time groaned
beneath its bounty. Gone is
the pretzel, gone is the cheese,
gone is the roll of florid beef.
A few weeks ago in encli of
the eight, thousand and odd
temples to the thirsty god there
was a free lunch altar. Before
those wavside shrines more titan
a hundred thousand hungry
souls bent each day. Each day,
save the seventh, the same great
gathering bowed over the plates
of perforated cheese and munch
ed the convoluted pretzd. Each
day the acrid pickle passed to
the bourne from which no pickle
returneth. He who drank ate,
and paid no further tithe.
A week ago this day a ton and
a half beans were ottered daily
at the free lunch shrines of
New York. Two tons and a
half of potato salad per day
testified to the hunger of the
devotees. Three hundred gal
lons of lieef stew sent its per
fume like a benediction over
tin- lu-ads bowed in midday med
Ration of its mysteries.
A hundred-weight of caivar,
too. transferred from Delaware,
came each day and went
How many pounds of cheese,
of liver-worst, of bread, of cold
slaw, radishes and t he like went
also to Hank upon those altars
tin* more substantial viands no
man can tell. But it has been
calculated by some sage that
$50,000 was s|x-ut each daapup
nii the free lunches of N**w
York.
For a generation tin* free
lunch has been spread in New
York. But twenty years ago
the freo lunoh was a pigmy.
One saw not the steaming urns
filled to the brim with hot clam
broth. In those days there was
no silver covered platters which
when lifted disclosed a tempt
ing viand. There was no cut
glass howls of radishes and
olives, no mounda of celery sal
ad, no Harveyized chips of des
sicated tongue.
As the years went on the free
lunch grew to magnificent pro
portions, until for the price of
a glass of beer one might, satis
fy his hunger on good things.
“It s a good thing,” said Os
car Lipton. A week ago Mr.
Lipton gave drink to the thirs
ty and fed the hungry. They
paid for the drink and he gave
them food. East and West his
lunches were known.
“It’s a good thing,” said Mr.
Lipton, “and it’s going to hurt
the hayseeds who made the law.
What will they do with their
cheese and their pickles, eh ?
What’ll they do with their Imps
eh ? What’ll they do when
they're out of work, eh ? It’s
a gi od thing for uu*, though.
What ust*d to Is* free lunch is
now paid for. I t<x>k in (86
yesterday for lunches, which I
should have given away if the
law did not forbid it.’
Why was the free lunch clause
put in the Raine’s hill ? Be
cause the Liquor Dealers’ Asso
ciation asked for it. ‘lf von
raise the license, bar the free
lunch,’ they said. So the free
lunch was barred. It was a poor
burn sun that didn’t puv a
day for its lunch.
BITE OF A BLUE GUM.
The coloml people of Mill
edgevilie are greatly excited
over a well developed case of
hydrophobia arising from the
bite of a “blue gummed” negro
woman.
A frscas occured a week ago
between a crowd of disreputable
n gro women in which Lucinda
Williams, the "blue gummed
blonde," as she is kuown, bit
off the finger of Ella Horne,
while the Horne woman wiik
being held by two or three oth
ers
T> <* affair quieted down aud
nothiug was thought of it for
two or three days, further than
the victim was suffering intense
ly front the wound but not
stiougn to warrant the fear of
any serious consequence*. The
pain increased, the arm began
to swell and now the woman is
raving, acccrding to the physi
cians, with an aggravated case
of hydrophobia. She will die.
The other negro women are
in jail aud it is now probable
that the Williams woman will,
stand as a murderess
1.00 PER ANNUM. IN ADVANCE
Highest of all in Leavening Power.—Latest U. S. Gov’t Report
Rpyaj
Absolutely pure
CRUSE.
Finishing planting cotton
seed and corn is the order of
the week.
Owing to tlie dry weather the
farmers will soon be out of
field work.
Mr. G. \V. Hopkins lias some
very fine wheat. He is noted
for being one of the wheat- men
of our section. More of our
farmers ought to raise their
bread at home*.
The hoys who work iu the
field say that the sun shines
hotter day by day.
The singing on the third Sun
day night at Mr. S. O. Cruse.;
was enjoyed by quite a crowd.
What young man went home
w ith a lady from the singing at
Mr. J. It. Cains and walked on
one side of the- road and his
girl on the other? This is not
the fashion at night.
What young man that drives
a hired horse and buggy and
visits a young lady in Beaver
Ruin settlement that does not
respect the country boy? Be
careful young man.
What young man after the
singing the third Sunday night
talked with two young ladies in
the corner? That’s not fair.
Divide next time Virgil.
Mr. E. T. Hopkins with some
help hived two swarms of bees
last Friday.
What young man went to
mill aud didn’t get his grinding
hut hopjied out at the window.
Mr. J. P. Miner, H. A. Brock
man and J. J. Uruce, of Atlan
ta, were with us the third Sun
day.
Miss Hank nnd her two broth
ers, of Atlanta, visited their
father near here last week.
Miss Pearl Wright, of Brad
en, was in our midst recently.
We are g!nd to state that
Mrs. Nancy Cruse is now im
proving from pneumonia.
Mr. Oscar Leathers is up
and about ugain. Also Mrs.
Silvey is improving.
Delta.
YELLOW RIVER RIPPLES.
Our] farmers are all done
planting corn and cotton ex
cept a few that are waiting for
it to rain.
Mr. Pink Garner is all smiles.
It is a hoy and the first one in
nine years and his name is
Ned
We would like to know what
little tom-tit is trying to write
up the news from this place.
They change the name of the
place to Oak Park. They send
their locals to the Lawreuce
vill*- News.
W<* have organized a fine sing
ing school at this place. It
meet every Sunday evening at
'1 o’clock.
Rev. John Kennerly filled
the pulpit here last Saturday
and Sunday.
Wheat is looking tine in our
section, hut is needing raiu.
G. W. Simmons bus the fin
est cotton we have seen.
There is a lady that lives
near Yellow River that sows
her cabbage s<x*d on Sunday.
She says they grow better.
Mr. 1.. M. Phillips and fam
ily paid Braden and Tucker a
living visit last week. They re
l»ort crops looking fine.
Bruden has got u pretty lot
of girls, but the ugliest young
men the scribbler ever cast his
eyes upon.
Some things Yellow River
has: A liar, a sponger, a smurl
Aleck, its richest man, some
pretty girls, a girl who gigb-s,
u weather prophet, a neighbor
hood sued, half dozen lunatics,
a woman who tattles, u Justice
of the Peace, u man who knows
it rll. one Jacksonian Demo
crat. mole loafers than it needs,
a ls»y who cuts up in church, a
few meddlesome old women, a
thing that stares at women, u
slock law that is not enforced,
a widower that is too gay for
his age, some men who make re
marks ulsiut women, a preach
er who thinks he ought to run
the town, a fe*v who know how
to run the affairs of the coun
try, u grown young man who
laughs every time he says any
thing, a girl who goes to the
post ofliee every time the mail
comes, scores id’ men with the
caboose of their trousers worn
smooth as glass.
The candidates are traveling
I soon and late.
Clou Kmrxkk.
OBITUARY.
•Mrs. Lesta Crow, wife of I.
E. Crow and daughter of Mr.
John L. and Mrs, Mary E. Ver
ner was born March 29 187 b
and died April 17 189(5. She
was married to Mr. I. K. Crow
March 7 1895: living only oue
year and ten days thereafter.
Mrs. Crow was an obedient
child, an affectionate sister and
a dutiful aud loving wife: she
was non-assuming in her man
tiers, aimahle in her disposi
tion and always had a smile for
everyone with whom she would
meet.
She bore her entire sickness
with renmrkuble fortitude and
unreserved patience, though
sufferings were great she was
never heard to murmur nor
complain. During the last
days ot her illness she would
ofteu speak of the jovs aud
beauties of heaven and express
her readiness and desire to die.
She had only one tie to bind
her to this world she said and
that was h*-r dear husband.
About ten days before Iter
death she apparautly died awav
for a time, after which she re
vived and t-dd her people that
she bad a vision of heaven and
that she had been with her sis
ter Lillie who had precuedod
Iter about one year ago, that
Lillie told her to come back
and in a few days she would
come after her and carry her
home to heaven.
She retained her presence of
mind until the moment of her
d**ath. A few minutes before
she died she called her people
to her bed-side one »>y one,
told them good bye and roq-iest
**d them to nn*et her in lievaeu.
She exclaimed, “Oh what a
beautiful day I Is it snowing?
Is this death? Oh how sweet!
and she repeated “Blessed are
the dead tiiat dio iu the Lord”
t lien she requested her head to
he lowered and she breathed no
more,
Her remains was laid to rest
in Rock Spring cemetery on
Si nday 19, inst, in the presence
of a great throng of heartbrok
en relatives and sympathizing
friend* and acquaintances. The
funeral service was conduated
by Rev. Mr. Martii. in a most
solemn and impressive form.
Lord, she is gone! Although we
held her fast
And clung to Thee, she slowly
glided past,
And loft our clinging arms to
goat last.
Love could not keep her, or she
would have staid:
Prayers could not save her, for
we prayed and prayed,
By nothing wo could do was
death delayed.
Thou kLowest iu this, Thy
hand, O Lord, we see;
In our great sorrow it is sweet
to he
Assured sin* hath hut gone from
us to The?.
A Friend.
OF LOCAL INTEREST.
A negro woman living on Mr.
J. G. Herring’s place near Fair
Piny, was killed by lightning
during [the storm last Friday
afternoon. She and her hus
band had been fishing and were
returning, when, passing be
neath a pino' tree, lightning
struck the tree, killing the wo
man instantly, the husband es
caping the severity of the shock
by being slightly ahead of the
woman.— Walton News.
In speaking of the work of
Kev. K. D. Hawkins, The Chris
tian Index says: His work
touches that wt J. W. Butts,
who radiates from Gainesville,
•is a common center, and breaks
tlm bread of life to the saints at
Lawrenceville and other points
of interest. At Jefferson, Butts
encounters stout op| o-ition from
the Methodist hosts, for this is
one of their interior strongholds;
but he has proved a match lor
anything that has been pitted
against him np to this time.
He is winking this year with au
eye upon Louisville uext fall,
whero he expects to go to enter
the Seminary. Many of his
brethren think that he preaches
well enough now, and some are
disposed to shake their heads
ominously over his proposal to
go to the Seminary,' but our
brother is nevertheless persuad
ed of the wisdom of such a
course, and is bout upon going,
lie is ambitious to do his ut
most for hts Master.
Tramp (at dentist's' door) —
Please, sir, could yer All ms
teeth this in-ruing?
Dentis—With silver or gold?
Tramp—Cold roast turkey
would do.
Eiusus Tabula# our# bad braatb. \