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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. BUCK I.KN'S AKN l( * SALVE The Bcs; Salve In the world for Cuts, Bruises, So.es, Sal Kheum, Fever Sores, Teller, ClutppeU Hand Chilblains, Corns and all Skin Eruptions, and positively cure# Piles, or no pay equired, I i# guaranteed to give perfect satiatac tion, or money refunded Price 26 cents d box For sale by A. M.Winn Lawrencoville Ga 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.