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VOL. XXVII. NO 36
HOW TO KISS.
People will kiss. Yet not one
in a hundred knows how to ex
tract bliss from lovely lips, any
more than they know how to
mnk-> diamonds from charcoal.
And yet it is easy, at least for
some. First, know whom you
•ro going to kiss. Don’t make
a mistake, although a mistake
may be guod. Don t jump like
a trout for a fly, and smack a
woman ou the neck, or the ear,
or the corner of her forehead,
or the end of her nose The
gentleman should be a little the
taller. He should have a good
face, a kind eye, and a moi th
full of expression. Don’t kiss
everybody. Don’t sit down to
it. Stand up Need not be
noxious about getting in a
crowd. Two persons are plenty
to corner and catch n kiss;
more persons would spoil tin
sport. Take Hie left hand of
the lady in your right hand;
let your hat go to —any place
out of the way; throw' the left
hand gently over the shoulder
of the lady, and let it fall down
the right side. Don’t be in a
hurry; draw her gently, loving
ly, to your heart. Her head
will fall gently ou your should
er, and a handsome shoulder
strap it makes. Do not be in a
hurry. Her left hand is in yonr
right; let there be an impres
sion to that, not like the grip
of a vice, but a gentle clasp
full of electricity, thought, and
respect. Do not be in a hurry
Her head lies carelessly on vour
shoulder. You are heart to
heart. Look down into her
half-closed eyes. Gently, but
manfully, press her to your
bosom. .Stand firm. He brave,
but don’t lie in a hurry. Her
lips are almost open. Lean
slightly forward with your head,
not the body. Take good aim;
tlie lips meet; the eyes close,
the heart opens; the soul rides
the storms, troubles and sorrows
of life (don’t be in a hurry):
heaven opens before you, the
world shoots under your feet as
a meteor flashes across the eve
ning sky (don’t be afraid), the
heart forgets its bitterness, and
the art of kissing is learnt! No
fuss, no noise, no flutter and
squirming like the liook-im
puilcd worms. Kissing don’t
hurt, nor does it require an act
of Congress to make it* legal.
A country” editor.
Verily the lif« of a country
editor is a path of thorn*.
His bread is promises and his
meat disappointment.
I.lis creditors chase him by
day and the d< vil griuneth at
him 1:1 his dreams by night.
One subscription is wood,
and behold it is rotten and sog
gv, and of short measure.
lie whoopeth i#p the country
politician, who gets elected and
knoweth him no more.
He puffeth the church fair
gratis and then attcndeth and
payelh his quarter and receiveth
two oysters.
He boometh his town and all
things therein and yet receiveth
no support, and is a prophet
without honor in his own coun
try.
The young people marry and
he giveth them a great puff,
they go to housekeeping aud
taketti not his paper.
Yes, he is bound down with
woe and his days are full of
grief and trouble and vexation
t f rpirit.
but sorrow endureth only for
a night and joy coineth in the
morning.
He ploddeth along aud eu
duretli in patience and it is
written that he will receive hi*
reward at tlm ju |g, ment.
And we believe ii.—Bonham
Review.
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HUMOROUS.
Man will always sympathize
with the uudor doj, unless he
owns the utlior dog.
Customer—What have you in
the shape of oranges today.
Funny Clerk—Baseballs.
Just a» soon as some people
can make enough money to live
e imfnr'abls, they want to live
stylishly.
Papa —Well, young man, so
sou want to marry my daugh
lf. r What are your prospects?
* Suitor (aside) —If I were only
a mind reader 1
Miss Sutmnerleigh—Do you
think 1 read too much poetry?
Dusbleigh—Well, the great
danger in reading poetry is that
you may be tempted to write
some.
First Convict—Dese prison
doctors are dw queerest lot I
t\vr see.
Second Convi it—How ?
Fiist Convict—No matter
what’s de matter wid a man doy
never ruoconimend a change of
sir.
The Gwinnett Herald.
LETTER FROM MR. BAXTER
Editor Heral d: My travel
ings over the county before and
since the fair furnishes mi
many incidents and observa
tion? that is highly gratifying
to one that has as high adpre
ciatiou of the merits of my na
tive county, and the many pe
culiarities existing among its
good people.
For openhanded and cheer
ful hospitality, the people can
hardly lie excelled. In my
many journeyings over the conn
ty I have met with the warm
est kind of hospitality, and
among the many good people
that have entertained me, I
specially wish to speak of otie
through your columns.
Mr. William Henry Williams
of Cates district, at whose hos
pitable country home 1 recently
had an opportunity of breaking
brand, is a country-man of the
old school. He lives at home
and boards at the same place;
hp tills the soil end lives by the
soil; worships God under his
own trees, and no man dares
to make him afraid. Though
gruff in manner, yet ho has a
warm heart, treats his guests
with real, genuine country hos
pitality. I spent the night
with him recently. We set tip
to a late hour, discussing ques
tions pertinent to the present
status of affairs.
To a question of mine rela
tive to his early history, ho re
plied that he was one of 18
children; his father, Esq. W.
P. Williams, originally came
from North Carolina. He served
as Justice of the Peace in Cates
district for 15 years, and raised
18 children, all of whom still
live in this county. The sub
ject of this sketch was the old
est, His grandfather died in
the revolutionary war, and the
record of the Williams family
is that they always responded
to their country's call. He
volunteered in 18(11; was Ist
Lieut., in Co., lb, Capt. Weav
er’s Co., 42nd Ga., VoL; served
through the whole war, and re
ceivod only a slight wound.
He was in command of Co. It
after Capt. Weaver’s death.
He has a complete roster of the
Co., whose pages tell of thrill
ing incidents connected with
active services of this heroic
regiment; of the long marches
and scanty rations; the death
record fr>m disease and war
missels makes up a theme that
a gifted pea could weave into a
history of awful, actual war
that would he thrilling indeed.
He himself has a vivid recollec
tion of many incidents connect
ed with his active army services
He showed me a large blowing
horn that he got at Vicksburg
during the long seige. It is the
horn of a Texas steer and meas
ures 23 inches. Ho marched
150 miles with this horn around
his neck. His wife uses it now
for a dinner horn, and its keen
penetrating blast can be heard
for miles.
Mr. Williams recounted many
incidents connected with his
early life, which, if put iu book
form, would rival Judge Long
street’s history of Georgia.
Mr. Williams is a Democrat
of the blue stocking variety,
that is, a'ways votes it straight,
regardless of men or platform
He is a baptist in belief, but
belongs to uo church. He takes
his dram when he wants it, but
never to exc-ss He has a faiu
ily of 4 sons and 5 son-in-laws.
Mr. Williams married Miss
Eliza Donuldson, who has been
a true help meet to him. They
have a lauded estate of several
hundred acres, from the tillage
of which they have lived iu the
highest comfort. He probably
has more kiu folk* in the coun
ty than any other of its 24,000
population, aud if ever he takes
a notion to run for an office he
has enough kin to elect him
over any competitor. To Mr.
Williams aud family 1 shall
ever have a pleasing memory.
1 find everybody enthusiastic
over tiie exhibit made at the
fair—it was an inspiratiou to
the people. The universal con
clusion it that our county must
li-ve a permanent organization,
with absolutely impartial treat
ment of exhibitors, uud nou
partizau actions in the manage
ment. It can be made a great
help to ouf county.
AM. Baxteu.
RtpAD* Tubules cure biliousness.
Uiptnis Tubules cure hemlsi b®.
LAWRENCEVILLE, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 16th 1897.
ROME DimKENOI.
BY KMMA MAHAFFEY-DRAKE.
“I wish I’d die,” Haid Gracie
Drew,
“Die on this very day,
For Roy DoLong declared his
love,
And then he went away.
‘‘l hate the men; yes, every
one,
And one’s no better than an
other.
They are false and flattering, I
declare,
I would not even trust, iny
brother.
“Now. listen, Kate, to what I
*ay,
And when one asks you to
love him,
.fust lot him know by words and
looks
That you are far above him.
“I wish all men wore sent away,
As tar at lead. as Sweden,
And all this sphere was ‘wo
man’s sphere,’
Oh, wouldn’t we have an
Eden ?
“Let’s form a trust against the
men
And lead a blessed single life;
We’ll please no more as sweet
heart,
Nor bless as goodly wife,”
Kate listened with a beating
heart
And thought, of a year ago
When she lived in another town
And had a handsome beau.
lie, like Itoy, bad proven false,
But Grace should never know,
’Twould make her opposing
_ vows
More hard and bitter grow.
So Kate kept her secret all her
own
And went abroad to stay,
And soon—“ Time's way of heal
ing wounds”—
Found herself enjoying a bet
ter day.
Her late acquaintance with Roy
DeLong
Gave promise to mature,
And for the old ache in her
heart
This was a certain cure.
She was sure now of a prize
worth time,
And’t was best he did ’lit know
For on the record was much
defaced,
That Harry Brown was once
her beau.
Her love of old was only im
agined,
’Twns naught compared with
this.
And only served as soundatiou
To secure her new-born bliss.
The wedding day was too weeks
Off
And she was w-ritiug to send
An invitation to Gracie Dtew,
Who was still her loving
friend.
When the mail boy’s whistle
shrill
Carried Kate, blushing, to the
door.
Surprisingly to receive a letter
That ought to have come a
week before.
It was written at length from
Gracie—
A story new she told,
Of a lever true who suited her,
But never mentioned the old.
“Como, Kate.” she wrote most
pleadingly,
“To the grandest affair of the
town,
Next Thursday night I am to
wed
My honorable Harry Brown •
“He is the kind I hope will win
yon,
The truest man I ever met,
No flirting has stained his
reci rd.
Or I would be au old tnaid
yet.”
Kate finished with a jolly laugh,
“ 'Tia just as I have believed,
The man to wiu my Gracie
Drew
Must first have her deceived.
“It it a pleasure, though, to
me
To know Roy has tho angels
slyed,
Aud then how helplessly he
yields
When in my capture tried.
“But if Gracie knew that Harry
Brown
Had told his love to me
She would surely say, and mean
it, too,
Their marriage should not be.
“If 1 knew net, aud Roy were
to SUV
He never liirted in his life,
I would not believe euough be
said
To trust him as bit wife.
“They are all accused, aud
guilty, too—
As true as edge is t»* the lance,
Unless tis he (and would you
wed ?)
Who never had a chance. ”
Before a woman gets married
•he knows just what sort of a
man she wili make of her hut
baud. After she has been mar
ried a while she begins to won
der whnt sort of a woman her
husband is going to make of her.
—New York Press.
FROM CRAIG,
Mr. Ni-wt McGee and Miss
Annie Craig < f Lawrenceville
attended Snnd iy school here
last .Sunday,
Which one of our girls went
to Lawreneevil,e recently, pur
chased a now dress and lost it
while on her wsy home.
The blind tiger, we are sorry
to sr.y, is getting his share of
the five cent cotton.
Mr. E. L. Bradley and wife of
Stour* Mountain visited relatives
here the 7th.
%
Mrs. T. G Chapman is visit
ing her mother, Mrs K. L.
Bradley, of Stone Mountain.
We are sorry to learn that
Mr. Joseph S. Dobbins is very
low.
Mrs. W. A. Jones is very low
at this writing.
The “belled buzzard” passed
over our town last week. It is
said that several years ago a
buzzard was captured in North
Carolina and a bell fastened to
its neck. Some think it is the
same one, and if it is we guess
it is needing a new bell by this
time.
One of our little girls caught
a new beau last Wednesday.
Miss Lela Hopkins and broth
er, of Beaver Ruin, attended
our sociable Wednesday night.
We have a widower in our
community who is a candidate
for matrimony. Why don’t
some of the old maids take him.
The sociable given at the lion- (
pitable home of Mr. D. I*.
Brooks, Wednesday evening,
was enjoyed all those present.
Misses Mary and Anna Keown
of Gloster, spent a day in our
town recently.
A DARING LITERARY VEN
TURE BY A GEORGIA
STORY WRITER.
“Tliicke T; an Water” is the
title ol my brilliant young
friend Will N Harben’s story
in the November number of
Book News.
“Thicker than Brandy and
Water” would be a better name
for it, if the author simply de
sired to draw attention to his
tour de force, but lie would
have done bet er still if he had
called it “A Fool from Boston.”
Not a word of this is in dis
paragement of the interest,
power and graphic style of the
story. It is vivid, strong and
entli railing.
But the p'ot is revolting.
Some will say that is should
not be handled in a literary
way.
I will not go that far, but, in
my judgement, this new venture
into a doubtful field will be
more favorably received in the
North and in Knglvtid than in
the South.
Having said this much, it is
only fair that I should give a
running synopsis of the story.
Here goes, then, and the
reader may | repare to be
shocked:
Mr. Fincher Bostonian and
Fool, enga.ed hitmelf to Miss
Hallman.
The young lady’s mother died
suddenly nnd Mr. Fincher
bobbed up cl eerfully, briskly
urging her to marry him.
Miss Hallman waa in the
depths (f gri«l and despair and
told him in sepulchral tones
that it could never bo.
When pressed for her reasons
she gave only one,but it weighed
a tor.. This is the way the au
thor tells it:
“Wait!” eat I the girl, hold
ing up her hand, “I will tell
you all. You must be prepared
for something disagreeable. I
—I hate to go over it, hut I
must. Jut att*r papa and
mamma were married they were
•topping iu tie mountaius of
North Georgia, where papa bad
gome miu-ral interests, aud
there they became aequaiuted
w ith a woman who had a child.
The worn «ii wo# poor and un
able to give the baby any ad
| vantages, so papa and mamma
udopted it. 1 1 was I. The wo
man was—an octoroon I”
She had heaid this from Mrs.
Hallmau oa her dying bed.
Ml'. Fincher *ut flabbergast
ed, but pulling his Bostonian
principles together, be told tire
girl that li<* loved her aud
would marry her, auyhow.
The uiixtorooii had more
sense than tb« Boston man,
and she Hatly refused him, say’
|mg that sho would return to
i her octoroon mother in North
Georgiu, live with her own lace
I teacli colored ideas how to
shoot.
Mr. Fincher vowed that he
! would follow her.
Then he took his departure
land called on Miss Armstrong,
a charming young woman from
the South, who was becoming
too much interested in him.
He informed Miss Armstrong
j that he had fallen in love with
a girl who had been suddenly
1 left a penniless orphan, and
was going to follow her to the
.South and marry her.
Leaving Miss Armstrong in a
half-feinting condition, ho hur
ried off to make his arrange
ineute.
N. ll,—He forgot to tell his
old sweetheart the mixed status
of his prospective bride.
Mr. Fincher went to a little
Georgia village a few months
later mid asked the landlord of
the hotel where Mies Ifallnian
lived.
The landlord was astonished,
but he finally recollected that
was “a girl at Sue Sima's, troni
Boston,” of thnt name.
The matter was talked about
and after Mr. Fincher had paid
one visit to his sweetheart and
was on his way to make an
other, in the hope of winning
her consent to marry him, he
was seized and tried before
Judge Lynch.
The boys were preparing to
run the Bostonian out of the
county, wheo he solemnly as
sured them that it was all
right, as ho had a streak of ne
gro blood in his veins.
Judge Lynch adjourned court
in disgust, and the Bostonian
was left to go his way.
It was a rough road for him
to travel.
Two years later he turned up
in Boston, seedy and sun-burn
ed, and at once called on Miss
Armstrong.
The lady was glad to see hint
and was all interest and sympa
thy when be told her that his
wife had been dead for a year
or so.
When he asked her to marry
him she was ready, and admit
ted that she had loved him all
the time. Then came a hitch.
This part of the story is a fol
lows:
“I have been iu an actuul
hell since I came to Boston a
week ago,” he began. “You
see, my people have turned
against me. It was my nmr
riago. They have closed my
doors on me—father, sister,
brother, my friends, my old
club. I uni really an outcast —
au exile.”
Miss Armstrong raised her
startled eyes. “I don’t under
stand,” she said.
The glance Fincher gave her
went cowardly to the floor.
‘ One of my tifices —mv broth
er’s oldest child—Laura Went
worth, is engaged to one of the
Langleys- You know how aw
fully particular they are, and it
seems that they are afraid that
the story of my marriage and
—my life down South will get
out here and break up the
match. They all want me to
leave New Eulatid, and my
brother is to defray my ex
pense* and give me a sort of a
start in California.”
Mils Armstrong had turned
pale. Her voice bad a pitiful,
searching quality in it. “I don’t
understand,” she said. “What
has happened—what have you
d >ne ?’’
Finchor reflected. “I hard
ly know how to toll you,” he
auswered, slowly. “You are a
southerner, and southerners are i
so different, at least from a
great many northern people,
that I don't kuow how you will
take what I must tell you. I
explained that Miss Hallman
was an adopted daughter of the
Hallmans here, but her own
mother was not ouly in humble
life, as 1 told you, but was an
octoroon,”
“Octoroon!” gas|>ed Miss
Armstroug. “Oh, no, no! Do
not say that. I cannot believe
it!" *
“Not only that,” lie said,!
desperately, “but our baby,
that died, was dark, and it had
the features and characteristics
of the African race. Oh, it was
awful! My wife turned out to
be like the colored people, and
we drifted apart. Down there
I was an outcast.”
Miss Armstrong’s eyes rolled
upward; the pallor of her fact
had taken a yellowish cast. He
saw that she was fainting. He
held out his hands and caugl 1
her in his arm ~ hut Ins ver\
touch seemed to revive her.
She utter a sharp cry and strug
gled to her feet.
“Don t —don’t touch me I"
she cried, in helpless horror,
and to elude him she ran across
the room and leaned, swaying,
against the piano.
“\ou, too,” he said, folding
his arms. “You turn against
me like all the rest, and for
what 1 really could not help.”
She stared at him, her eyes
wide open, her bosom rising
and falling rapidly.
“Leave me, for the love of
mercy go!” she said. “I am
afraid 1 shall faint, and—and I
don’t want you to—to—touch —’
She broke oil'. It was as if
her trembling lips had not the
strength to form her words.
“You despise, abhor me. I
see that,” he said.
“I cannot talk to you long
er,” she gasped. “I am too
much shocked to—to even pity
you, ns perhaps 1 might, I can
only wonder that God should
let a man he my ideal who
could—oh, go! go!—I cannot
talk to you.”
Her arms went down to the
piano, and her head sunk on to
them. He took his hat and
moved toward the door. He
concluded if she did not call
him wliiui she heard his hand
on the door-knob that her de
cision would f>o final. lie rat
tled the latch as he caught it.
The metallic sound rang thro’
the room, hut she did not raise
her head. He passed out into
the hall. As he reached the out
side door he saw the old-fash
ioned wires, which connected
with the room he had just left,
shake and whip the wall, ’t his
i was followed first by the jung
; ling of the hell in the rear, and
a sigh, and sound of a falling
body in the parlor. He started
; back to the parlor, but stopped
and waited. There was the
{ Bound of steps in the rear, and
the entered servant ran for
ward.
“Miss Armstrong has faited,’
said Fincher. “Hurry to her.”
And ns tho negro darted into
the room and bent over his
mistress Fincher went out into
the streets.
It is a great pity that Miss
Armstrong did not have suf
ficient presence of mind before
she fainted to call a servant to
kick Mr. Fincher into the street
when he mentioned the yellow
kid, but she missed the oppor
tunity
What became of the Bosto
nian, Mr. Ilarben does not tell
us, but it is fair to presume
that he went off and became
a shining light in the cultured
circles of the “Modern Athens.”
This synopsis, with the ex
tract quoted, will give the read
er an idea of the story. One of
its best features is the scene
with th» lynchers, hut that is
too long to touch upon here.
Altogether, it is a strong,
sensational, revolting story to
southern readers, and 1 wish
that Mr Harben would cliooo
more attractive subjects. Ib
is a growing writer, and is do
ing better and brighter work
every year. Ib» i* a genuine
southerner, too, and he'must
do violence to his own feelings
when he writes such a ‘shocker’
us “Thicker Thau Water."
I have nothing but praise for
tho artistic manner in which
the atory is story. My objec
tion* and protests are aimed
entirely at the theme.—Wai
i.a< r: P. Rkkii in Atlanta Jour
nal,
THE GREATEST DISCOV
KRY YET-
W. M. Repine, editor Tie
kilwa, 111,, “Chief,” says: “We
won’t keep house without Dr.
King’s New Discovery for Con
sumption. Coughs and Colds.
Experimented w ith many others
but never got the truo remedy
until we used Dr. King’s New
Discovery. No other remedy
can take its [dace in our home,
ts in it we have a certain and
sure cure for Coughs, Colds,
Whooping Cough, etc.” It i»
idle to expeiiment with other
remedies, even if they are urged
on you as just as good as Dr.
King’s New Discovery. They
are not as good because this re
medy has a record of cures a lid
besides is guaranteed. It never
fails to satisfy. Trial bottles
free at A. M. Winn A Son Diug
Store. Regular size oOe. and
*I.OO.
“\V‘ell call this hush money,’
said the druggist as he took a
quarter from his patron ami
handed him the chloroform.—
Yonkers Gazette.
1-00 PER ANNUM, IN ADVANCE
missionary col
umn.
I I Ins column is devoted to
the missionary cause, and ised,
ited by (be \\ . I*. M, Society,
Lawrencoville auxiliary.]
A lUINKsK Itnv MISSIONARY.
A little Chinese hoy, whose
mother was dead, was taken to
■i missionary school. He re
mained several years, and iot
only leaned the truth tut re
ceived it into Ins heart. When
only fourteen years of age lie
went to his friends, during what
is called the Christians' hoii
days.
One afternoon lie went into a
village temple. As he was
looking at the idols, a feeble
old man came in with tottering
steps. Laying a few incense
sticks before an idol, he knelt
down and began to pray. Then
lie passed on to the next idol,
and so on the whole round.
The little boy thought to
himself: “Here is an old man
who has not long to live, and he
does not know the way of sal
vation. But lam only a boy;
1 can’t tell him.” The young
people in Chinn are taught to
treat the aged with very great
respect, and it would have been
thought very rude for the little
boy to try 'to teach the old man.
“What is to be done? Ho
Ims no one to teach him,’’
thought the Imy, as he saw him
pass from idol to idol. And as
lie thought the tears ran down
his cheeks. At last the boy
felt that he must go to the old
man and say: “Would you
mind a hoy speaking to you?
I am young; you are old.”
“What are you crying for?”
said the old man. “Can 1 help
you?”
“Sir, lam crying because 1
am sorry for yon.”
“Sorry for me 1 What
about ?’ ’
“Because yon are aged, and
cannot live long, and you don’t
know the way of ralvation.”
“What! Do you know the
way of salvation?”
“I know that Jesus saves me,
and will save you.”
“Who is Joshs?” asked the
old man.
Tin- boy told him the story of
God’s love, and the old man’s
heart melted as he listened.
“Boy,” he said, “1 am over
sixty years old, and J have
never heard such such words.
Have you had dinner?”
“No sir, not yet.”
“Come home with me, then,
and you shall tell the old lady
the story you told me.”
The hoy went home with the
old man. and told the story of
the love of God. while the aged
couple listened with great inter
est. lb* was invited again and
again, and spent most of his
vacation at their house. The
result was that through this
young servant of Christ the old
people were both loti to the
Saviour before they ever saw
another missionary.
Four years after, Mr. J. Hud
son Tayl'or, who related this
story, went with the youth to
the home of tlie aged couple
and found them truly devoted
Christians, Said the old mutt,
“But for this boy my wife and
I would have died in darkness,”
—The Day Spring,
It is said that a snail in the
British Must-uni, that had been
glued to a card for four years,
cunie to life when dipped in
warm water.
What a possibility of hope
this o|teus up with reference to
a large cluss of Church mem
bers who have not manifested
signs of vitality for several
years. —M issionaiy Outlook
A CLEVER TRICK.
Il certainly looks like it, hut !
I there is really no trick about
| it. Anybody can try it who
. Ims Lame Back and Weak Kid
' neys, Malaria or nervous
: troubles. We mean he cure
j himself right away by taking
Electric, Bitters. This medicine
; tones up the whole system acts
as a stimulate to tho t Liver’and
Kidneys, is a blood purifier and
nerve tonic. It cures Constipa
tion, Headache, FajntingSpells,
Sleeplessness and Melaucholy
|lt is purely vegetable, a mild
laxative and restores the system
to its natural vigor. Try Elec
tric Bitters and lie convinced
that they area miracle worker.
Every bottle guaranteed. Only
80e a bottle at A. M. Winn A
Son’s Drug Store.
>«* .
ItilMUis Tabulss: for sour stomach.
Royal makea the loot pare,
wholesome end dellcioue.
mm,
*AKIH*
POWDER
Absolutely Pure
KOVAL HA KINO POWPEN CO., *l* VORK.
STATE’S GL EATP WATER
POM ERS.
In the latest bullentin of ths
State Geologist is a preliminary
report on a part of the water
powers of Georgia, by Capt. P*.
M. Hall, special assistant.
The following are named
among the great water powers
of Georgia, most of which are
running to waste.
Tallulah Falls, in Bahtin
county, with a 8512-foot fall.
Cossawattee Shoals, in Gilmer
and jGordon counties, a succes
sion of cascades for seventeen
miles.
The Etowah Mining Co’s,
Shoals, at Cartersville, on the
Etowah river: with a fall of 50
feet.
The Great Amicaloa Shoais,
in Dawson county, with a 284
foot fall.
Boswell and Bull Sluice
Shoal, on the Chattahoochee
river, in Fulton county, four
teen miles from Atlanta, with
50 feet of fall.
The Vining Shoals, on the
Chattahoochee river, in Fulton
county, seven miles from Atlan
ta, with a fall of 82 feet .
The Jack Todd silioal. on the
Chattahoochee river, in Harris
| county, near West Point, with
5t feet.
I Hargett Island Shoals, ou the
Chattahoochee river, in Harris
county, with t’>o feet of fall.
The Great Shoals, on the
Chattahoochee river, at Colum
bus, with 120 feet of fall.
Flat Shoals on the Flint river,
in Pike aud Meriwether] coun
ties, with 82 feet fall.
Yellow Jacket Shoals, on the
Flint river, in Upson county,
: with a 80 foot fall.
Rogers’ Shoals ami Nelson's
Shoals, on Big Potato creek,
Epson county, with Ml feet and
115 feet of fall, respectively
High Falls, on the Towaliga
river, Monroe county, with a
fall es 9fl feet.
Sweet-water Shoals, on Sweet
water creek, Douglas county,
near Austell,' with an 80-foot
fall.
Cedar Shoals, on the Yellow
river, in Newton county, with a
fall of 85 feet.
Garnet Shoals, on Alcova riv
er, in Newton County, with a
fail of 85 feet.
The Harper or Pittman
Shoal, on 1 he Ocmulgeo river, m
Butts county, with a 28-foot
fall and a six-foot shoal just be
low it.
Tallasaee Bridge Shoal, on
Middle Oconee river, in Jack
son county with a 52-f»ot fall.
High Shoals, on the Appala
chee rivor, on Oconee county,
with 50 feet of fall.
Barnett’s Shoals, on the Oco
nee river, in Oconee county,
with a 64-foot fall.
Trotter’s Shoals, on the Sa
vannah river, in Elbert county,
with 76 feet of fall.
Anthony Shoal, on the Broad
river, iu Elbert and Lincoln
counties, with over 7U feet <»f
fall.
—9 » w ■——
POINTED PARAGRAPHS.
From the Chicaga New*.
Elbow grease is the essential
oil of industry.
Some.men grieve two dollars’
worth over every dollar they
loose.
Any fool can lay plans, but
it takes a w ise man to hatch
them out.
A cheap watch is usually in
i sympathy with the eight hour
j movement.
The druggist would rather
sell a pound of cure than au
| ounce of prevention.
Cows arc not milked by ma
chinery, but the milk ia water-
I ed by baud, as usual.
i The world will never get any
better until uhildreu are an im
provement on their parents.
If all the lies told in a |>t!iti
, cal campaign were nailed, the
| nail factories would have to run
! twenty-four hours a day.