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If subscribers pay in advance, they are bound to give notice to the publisher at the end of their time,If they do not wish to continue taking the paper, otherwise the publisher is authorized to send it on and the subscriber will be responsible until ex¬ press notice with payment of all arrears is sent to the publisher. RAIL ROAD SCHEDULE—ARLINGTON EXTENSION. Leaves Arlington on Tuesdays, H’ednes- days, Fridays aud Saturdays at 8:00 a. m. Arrives at Albany on same days at 11:05 a. m. Leaves Albany on Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays at 4:23 p. m. Ar¬ rives at Arlington on same days at 7:10 p. in. LODGE DIIIECTOBY. ARLINGTON LODGE, NO. 249, Meets 1st Tuesdays and 3rd Saturdays each mouth. Officers: W. T. Murchison, YV. M. S. M. Calhoun, S. YV. “no. YV. .Sutton, J. W. H. K. Taylor, 8. D. \V. H. Davis, J. D. II. M. Goode.Tyler. R. C. Ellington, Treasurer. Geo. V. Race, Sec’v. _ County Directory. SUPERIOR COURT. lion. Y\\ O. Fleming, Judge; J. YV. YY’al- ters,Solietor General; J. H. Coram, Clerk. Spring term convenes on second Monday ia March; Fall term ou first Monday In Sep¬ tember. COUNTY OFFICERS. A. I. Monroe,Ordinary;W. YV.Gladden, Sheriff; John A. Gladden, Tax Collector; Thomas F. Cordray, Tax Receiver; Zaek Lang, enl., Coroner. COUNTY COURT. I-. G. Cartlege, Judge. Quarterly ses- sioners, 4th Mondays in February, May, August and November. Monthly sessions, every 4th Monday. COUNTY SCHOOL COMMISSIONER. J. J. Bcck . COUNTY SURVEYOR. Jesse E. Mercer. COMMISSIONERS R. R. John Colley, C. M. Davis, and J. T. B. Fain. Courts held 1st Tuesday in each month. ROAD COJIMISS1XERS. 574th District—S ol. G. Beckoui, A. J. 8a r *Roger ! 316 TH 8 , W. J. Godwin and wesley Itish. iv’Rn^sVw'R Cart!ed S e ’ M - District—B r 0 n 1283d Jf Ilodge, C. J. McDaniel and J.G. Collier. 1305th District -J. A. Cordray,W. II. Jlodnett and Morgan Bunch. JUSTICES OF THE PEACE AXD XOTARIES PUCLIC. ?: .Kr«c2; J. P. Courts held second Saturday in each m 0 Distkict-J L Wilkcrson J P im D C^rtsheMOndThurs: .TohnHartyNP day in each month. ^prce D N T r T Co J urt^hcW e 3 rd ^^u N r: day in each month. Cn^tehSd'lstSatimia^^ ^SMTi^DisTnicT—Mm-gan 'in eac^month Bunch, J. P.; J. A. Cordray, N. P. Courts held 1st Ba m6TH Distwct-D H. Holloway. J. P.; Kennon Strickland, N. P. LINES. Cuthbert Appeal. A tribute to the Memory of Mr. and Mrs. John T Middleton, who were drowued at Eulmrlee, Bartow county, Ga., on the night of June 13, 1881.— The circumstances attending the death of this useful couple, who had been married less than six months, were so peculiarly sad as to awaken emotions of no ordinary interest in the breasts even of strangers. They were both earnest Christians, and devoted members of the Presby- b rian Church, and were prepared for the summons which came so suddenly to cal! them from this li fe. On the night of tho fatal accident they wore returning to his mother’s home from a visit to some relatives living ou the opposite side of a small stream, cull.-d the Euharlee, which runs near his mother’s house. It was necessary for them to cross the stream in a boat. By some means, as is sup¬ posed, she fell out of the boat when iu the middle of the stream, and he immediately plunged into tire water to save her. lie was an excellent swimmer, bat, being eucimrbered with heavy clothing, he found it impossible to take her to the shore, or to recover the boat. He therefore called loudly for help, and his cries were heard and recognized by his mother. The friends whose house they had just left also heard the Gall, anil hastened to their relief; but could render no assistance, owing to the darkness of the night, aud there being no boat at band* They were under the painful necessity therefore of hearing him plead for help, which they had no means of rendering unitl his strength, wa-i ex' hausted, and they sank together be¬ neath the waters. Their bodies were soon recovered, and were gently laid to r«»t iu the same grave. “They were lovely and pleasant in their lives, and in their death they , were not di¬ vided.'’ Hark! listen! aery rends the still night air; ’Tis a cry for help, a cry^of dispair. “Help! for God’s sake help!’’ hear that startling cry, “Help!’’ we|are drowning." O, God, must they die? “Hark!’’says the mother, “I hear a faint cry; Tis Johnnie’s dear voice; some dan¬ ger is nigh. ‘Help! help!’ is the sound that brakes on my car; Hasten! oh, hasten! some danger is near.’’ Ah! mother and friends, no basin will avail; Eulmrlee s dark stream will surely pre¬ vail. O’er bride and bridegroom its waters will flow; Change smiles iuto tears, and joy in¬ to woe. Strong is his purpose dear Lily to save, Rescue his darling, or else share her In vain does he strive, so noble and Clasped heart to haart they sink’neath the wave. Hushed are their voices; the struggle is o’er; Earth’s joys, or life’s cares they know nevermore. Sweet be lheir slumber in love’s em- brace; Guarded by angels their last resting place. Weep not, O mother, for those „ ho have gone Heaven’s bright mansions of love to adorn ; Jesu 3 , their Savior, . has called them *«r. Where joys never die nor pleasures decay. Blest be the tie that binds them to- gether a-t«*WI«.ll-l Ml «wh* sever- United °n earth, united on High; durely! ah surely! ’twere sweet thus t j- ' Hark! choral voices in Heaven ring 0U M Joyous the music, triumphant the shout; G ,0ri °08 migeb, and eaints ever blest Bid them glad welcome to Heaven’3 ARLINGTON, GA., FRIDAY, AUGUST 5, sweet l est. Ye saiuts of the Lord, from sin puri¬ fied; j Redeemed by Christ’s blood, and now glorified, IIow blissful your home! how rich are your joys; Which time cannot touch, or death e’er destroys. Oh! glorious home! sweet lmven of Feat I Who enter thy gates are evermore blest. No care can distutb; no storm can arise; N o tears ever flow from grief stricken eyes. Ob! hnppy are they, and blessed tbeir lot, Who dwell in that laud where sin en¬ ters not; Where death never comes; nor friends ever part; Where Christ lives enthroned in each living heart. H. F. II. Cuthbert, Ga. Geneva. BY CHAHLOTTEE D. DREW. ‘Oli! tell me what would you do when you come to the mile-stone on life’s journey, and find trials waiting for you! Who comforts you, Geneva?’ The fair young face was slowly raised, nnd the led lips answered trem¬ ulously: ‘Nobody.’ •What do you do, then? Just wear it ont?’ ‘Yes, sir, I just wear it out.’ Pitingly the old man lail his hand on her arm, and looked down into the beautiful eyes. ‘Geneva,’ he said, his voice was la¬ den with feeling, ‘I promised your mother that as long as I was near j >. I would try to shield you from trouble, and that I would do iny best to win y< u to live so that you might go to her when the time comes. I have kept the trust; hut I am going away from you now, and oh! my child I am afraid to leave you. Yon are not happy I know, though I doubt if I could find one of your gay companions who would agree wii h me. You have troubles—bitter troubles—we all do my child, and to night as I watched your cheek pale at the sound of a foot¬ step, I wondered where you went for comfort. ,. ‘Now T listen to for _ I old ,, me, am an man and know whereof I speak No matter how dear a human friend we may have, , he , can comfort , , us no farther „ . J than L . and loving . words . carresses, * do, b and , often . times .. we find .. , that . . a vain comforting. ... ,, But, . Geneve, _ there . is a _ Friend . , to , whom , T I go whenever , my J life-burdens , , make , me Weary, and , He _ T always , lifts the burdens uutil , I am rested, . ", and , always , makes , my peace ’ to . flow „ as a river. He „ will be the same unchangeable , friend , . , to . you my child, , . |' V™ will only let Him. I romise me th “ l will go to Hun, and that you will not write to me until you can send me word that you no longer just let ,me WCa ; °“* ^etrouWeswhich come to you. Art thon listening,Geneva—do you promise your o nend. The great crimson rose which was nestled down in the waves of golden * !air trembled with the sobs which for a btt * e minute, shook the slight iorm. ^ ien ’ as themed of the feeling sbe was showing, the young girl raised b<r bead ‘ forced back the tears, and a smile . lit up her face as she extended both small white hands to the old man and said: ‘Uncle Wilton, I won’t promise you yet. You are going away and God knows it will be twice as hard for me to lie good theu. I’m not ready yet to be a Christian. Just let me be year gay little girl awhile longer. I guess i can stand the storms which sometimes come between me and the will be time ^ hen enough 1 8 et old, to like join yon, the it disgusted witd Dali the folks .y who *. 1 call “^7 Chians. t0 «>“• I to just ^ dare <>“ tri,s 8Ub Jeck No, no! I won fc prom* eLook head de- Claed v- The lines bardend on the face. He held her hands tighter for a moment all the while looking fixedly into the blue eyes. Then he said, very gravely and tenderly. “Well, good-bye, Geneva. It is a long bye—perhaps an eternal one. Ite member my words. Some day I sure you will my dear little birdie. you are mistaken. You cannot the storms’ alone. God keep you.’ He turned, and went dswu the into the moon-lit yard, and she back the tears of pain, and called out: ‘lie sure and write to me, Uncle ton, just ns soon as you find on the blue sen.' And he did write—a long, letter, about many strange and beautiful things. But she lingered tho longest Over tho last few lines: ‘I pray for you, Berdie, every daytime, and every night¬ time. It is because I love yon that I want you to be a Christian. I know you can’t be otherwise.’ She locked the letter away, and not many weeks sped by before there came to her another letter, written out at sea. It was in a strange hand, and each sentence was sharper thau a dagger thrust. 'Buried at sea to day, 5 a. m., Rev. Wilton McKendrick. lour address found in his trnuk. Baggage and papers will be scut at our earliest opportunity. His death was quite sudden—cause unknown. Merick Mason, Captain Eagle Ship. Sea, June 8, 18—. /Juried at sea! Buried at sea! The words rang louder than ever hells rang, and it seemed to Geneva Loston that half her life’s j >y was taken away. But after a season she gathered up the brokeu threads of happiness, and smiled somewhat bitterly as she caught herself saying ‘Well, there’s nothing for it but just to wear it out.’ But other trials gathered thick and fast, embittering all her waking hours, and lot she would not seek the Helper while the sun was shining even fitfully, turned eager to Him when the big rain drops were beating alt about her. She listened again to tire words of an agid worker in God’s vineyard: ‘And be always lifts the burden until I am rested.’ Had it been a human fiend whom she hud so long denied think yoa he would have heeded when at last she called? All I but it was to the match¬ less Christ sire went in her time of grief, and under the shadow of His wings with the everlasting arms about her, she learned to look for, and find a blessing in every sorrow which was liei , 8 _ having always be(ore ler tll0 bedCOn proiuise of the rest that re¬ maineth . „ for . the .. people . of , c God. , , our It T . is . only , memory I , , have sat . here , writing, . but . as my pen glided , on over tho paper there .. came . back , to . me * another scene much . more recent. T I cottage .. . home. There crape reo a is ,, the door; , aud , within; ... . , for he , on woe who . its .. light .. and , its .. joy, . is . not. , was A . woman , bows , her , head , and , weeps, Frien „ . -rive . , her tender . . , hand , clasps, , f ^ , d9 and loving sympat y . Bnt ^ g aWding comforty Look in her gIoomHJtedowed * faw labels and you wiH 0 more qnesUon . fihti the 8tormy / waves, and LerBetf co!lfe9se8 ber gtre gth is not sufficient. Ob! widowed mother, see you not the refuge from the beating ruin, and sounding wind? Hear you not the vo j ce which calleth yon eloser? Feel y 0n no t the touch of the living Hand which hath in it a precious blessing. a „ d a sweet benediction, even though jj be ( be sanae Hand which hath sealed ,- n sleep the eyes of him whom you ] 0 V ed? Listen! an old ^’years, man bowed with the weigljfc Qf three is talking t0 a ^ cWW G f youth, and he tells . alwayg j if t 3 my burdens un- t y j mt .i What human friend, bow- f „ n nid Ho HiU? Tnvn Him Christian Advocate. __ , ^,- Savannah News: A firm in Atlanta, it is announced, proposes to select ten 0 ,..e.veeoB„tie 8 »O« 0 , ? i.,tobe.. we sn ppose, and lend the farmers thereof about one million of dollars, taking security in real estate. If the interest expected is low enough, this may do good, but let every farm- er abstain from boaowing, if he can. -- - -- The worthiest men are most injured by slander; as we usually find that to be the best fruit which the birds have been picking at. “If I Was President’* “Now, if I was President,’’ began Mr. Butterby the other morning, as passed his cup over for a second of coffee, “if I was President of United States—’’ “Which you aren’t, you know,’’ broke in Mrs. B. in an and confidential toue. “And not likely to be,” added Mrs. B. ’s mother, with a contemptuous toss of her head. •No,’ assented Mr. B. pleasantly, ly “but I was just supposing tho case—’’ ‘Then suppose something in reason,’ retorted Mrs. Butterby snappishly. •You might as well suppose you was the man in the moon, or the Man in the Iron Mask, or—’ ‘So I might, my dear,so I might,’ as- seuttdMr. B., still pleasantly smilling, •but that has nothing to do with it. I was merely going to say that if I was President of the United S'utos I’d—’ ‘My!’ burst in Miss Gertrude, aged eighteen, wouldn’t it lie splendid if you was, papa? Just to think how those Wheedletop girls would chauge their tuue when I met them, instead of throwiug out their insinuations about people who cousidi-r it Christian like to turn their last season’s silk dress, so that they may haVe more to give to charity! But they might turn green with envy before I would ever-’ •Pes, and wouldn’t I warm it to Sammy Dugan, just,’ chirped in Mas¬ ter Thomas, aged twelve. ‘I’d go up to him an’ smack him on the nose with a brick ’fore he knowed where he was an’ he darsent hit me back then ’cause it ’ud be treasou, and they’d hang him; aud I’d slide ou the side walk an’ shy snow ball at p’leeemen, an’ sass Miss Ferule, nu’ play hoocky every day when it didn’t rain, and I’d—’ ‘Yes,’ chimed in Mrs. B. catching the infectiou of her enthusiastic pro¬ geny, ‘and then I ’d be the first lady in the land, let the n. it bo wfiio she would, and governors’ wives would beg to be introduced to me, and I’d have balls twice a week and banquets every day, and—’ “Aud I’d have the management of the White House, and run things,' remarked Mrs. B.’s mother, her eyes sparkling with the prospect, ‘Not much you wouldn’t,’ from Miss Gertrude, 'not much if I kept my health and know myself, you wouldn’t not long as I was the President’s daughter, and—’ •Yah!’ ejaculated Master Tom, ‘I guess the President’s sou would be the biggest plum in that dish! Wouldn't I be tho Princes of Whales then—say? What’ud you know ’bout—’ ‘Shut up, a’l of you!’ commanded Mrs. B. ‘I reckon the President's wife is the highest authority in the land. Anyhow, there’d be a dusty old time if anybody questioned it, and I bet when the exercise was finished the surgeon would not ask for any electo- rial commission to decide it over agnin My! I’d like to see anybody—but, by the way, Mr. Butterby, what was it you was going to say you would do if you was President of the United States?’ ‘Resign as soon as the Lord would let me,’ said Mr. Butterby, calmly but determinedly. meditative silence fell And then a upon the family, and remained until the meeting arose. A Kingdom for Sale It is an open secret that Kalakaua, King of the Hawaiian Islands, is on a voyage around the world for tho pur- pose of selling his kingdom. The na- live population of tho islands is stead, ly decreasing in numbers. The half- castes increase more rapidly than does the pure foreign element. A rough estimate of the total population of the ****** - —t «.(*» of which one tenth is foreign, and the remainder half-castes and native. There is in the world no more pathetic picture of a people’s decay and rapid ,a,tbg .1 .b. M U,e pop»U.io„ o£ the Sandwich Islands. Estimated by Capt. Cook, in 1779, to be 400,000 souls, the island population fell to 142,- 000 in 1823, to 73,138 in 1853, and to 56,899 in 1872. The percentage of decreaseinthelatteryearshaslessen- ed, to be sure, but this is due to the in crease of foreigners. The fact re- mains that the native population of the Hawaiian Island is doomed to ex. tincion .—New York Times. Vol. II. No. 3g Things hard to Understand. Why an endless procession of drink era from a public dipper will, without exception, drink closo to the handle. Why half the human race was not horn without hearing and the other half without speech. Then the talk¬ ers niigh talk on in (interrupted flow, and tho hearers cxerciso their special gift without their preseut pruriency to speak. Why people will go into society to get bored, when they can get. board just as well at home. Why the young lady who will eager¬ ly chew boarding houso miuce pie will carefully eschew boarding house mincemeat. Why a mail’s stomach will bo so everlastingly squemish at home, and at the eatinghonse display a faith like a grain of mustard seed. Why a woman will make excuses for her bread when she kuows it is tho best she ever made, aud knows her ‘company’ knows it. When a ‘young gentleman, swears so much louder and more copiously when stranger ladies are within ear-shot; or in other words, Why they desire to make a foot of one’s self springs eternal iu the hu¬ man brest. Why we are so much angrier against him who shows us our error than him who leads us therein. Why everybody is so prompt to an ¬ swer, ‘How do you do?’ when you ask that inevitable question. And, Why you seem to he perfectly satis fled with the information contained in this echo. Why one’s piety strengthens as his health weakens. , Why people will get married when Courtship is so sweet. Why a man who claims to have found marryiug u delusion will again embrace that delusion upon the first convenient opportunity. Why cold weaUMr cornea Otmng Un> season when it is least agreeable. Why it is so much easier to bo po¬ lite to people whom we shall probably never see again than to those whose good opinion we have reason to culti¬ vate. Encouragement An amusing story is told of a little fellow named Artie, one of three broth, era, whose parents had brought tliem up to be brave and self-reliant. He could’t do much, but what he could do he did with all his might. And as their parents w>re Metho¬ dists of the good old fashioned kind, the boys were in the habit of hearing —at such times—the hearty ‘Ainen’ break forth from their father’s lips when the sermon was particularly en¬ joyable. Ono cold Sabbath day these children were left at home, with many cau¬ tions to be careful. Hardly had the parents left ere the wood work near the stove-pipe was discovered to be on fire, and out of the children’s reach; but, with wonderful activity, the eldest climed upon the table and put out the flames. When the father and mother re¬ turned they shuddered to see the dan¬ ger to which their dear ones had been exposed, aud with thankful hearts praised them for their conrage. ‘How did you manage, Jimmy, to reach the fire?’ asked their father. ‘Why,’ said Tommy, ‘I pushed the table up to the wail and got upon that.’ ‘And did you help brother, Jimmy?’ to the next. ‘Yes, sir; I brought him a pail of water and banded him the dipper. ’ ‘And what did you do?’ said tho proud father to his pet, the youngest of the group. ‘Well, papa, ’ said Artie, ‘you see I was too small to help put out the fire, so I just stood by and hollowed ’Amen. ’ It ia not generally known shat there ’s such a thing as false eyebrows, yet such is the case. They are made per¬ fectly by the use of ‘hair lace’ and would never be suspected as a Coun¬ terfeit. Fish are so plentiful in some parts o f Canada that in order to tell a first-class lie the sportsman has to swear he didn’t catch any.