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If subscribers pay in advance, are bound to give notice to the publisher wish at the end of their time,if they do not to continue taking the paper, otherwise the publisher is authorized to send it on and the subscriber will be responsible bntil ex¬ press notice with payment of all arrears is sent to the RAhTbOAD SCHEDULE—ARLINGTON EXTENSION. Leaves Blakely Vta ifj, except Arlington Sundays,at at 7:10 6:Io a. m, Arrives at 10:l4 a. m. Arrives at Albany a. m. at, Leaves Albany at 4:20 p. m. Arrives ytrlinctor. at 0:51 p. in. Arrives at Blake¬ ly a CO 5Tj 1 LODGK DIKE TORY. ARLINGTON LODGE, NO. 249, Saturdays Meets 1st Tuesdays and 3rd In each month. Officers: W. T. Murchison, W. M. Jno. A. Timmons, .S'. W. W. II. Davis. J. \V. J. T . Keyton, S. D. H. M. Goode. J. D. E. C. Ellington, ^ Stew arils J. D. Douglass, S Thus. James, Tyler. Geo. V. Pace, Sec’y. S ,.J. Collier, Treasurer.__ County Directory. SUPERIOR COURT. Hon. L. P. D. Warren, Judge; J. W. Wal¬ ters,Solictor General; J. H. Coram, Clerk. Spring term convenes ou second Monday ia March ;Fall term on second Monday in Sep¬ tember. COUNTY OFFICERS. A . I. Monroe, Ordinary; W. W. Gladden, Sheriff; John A. Gladden, Tax Collector; Thomas E. Cordray, Tax Receiver; Zack Lang, col., Coroner. COUNTY COURT. L. G. Cartlege, Judge. Quarterly scs- sioners, 4th Mondays in February, May, August and November. Monthly sessions, every 4tli Monday. BOUNTY SCIIOOL COMMISSIONER. J. J. BecK CO UNT Y S UR VEYOR. Jesse E. Mercer. COMMISSIONERS R. R. John Colley, J. J. Monroe and J. T. B. Fain. Courts held 1st Tuesda" in each month. ROAD CON MISS1NERS. 574tii District- So). G. Beckom, A. J. Sanders and Irwin Douglass. II. Hogers, W. J. 1316th District — T . Godwin and Wesley Bish. 1123d District —L. G. Cartledge, M. W. Bell and J. W. Brown. 1283d District —B. 31. Ilodge, C. J. McDaniel and J. G. Collier. 6 T D T IC ?T P ' E ‘ Boyd ’ B ' F ‘ Bray and w J. T. w d P. Daniel. d II. 1305th District —J. A. Cordray, W. _ llodnett and Morgan Bunch. JUSTICES OF THE PEACE AND NOTARIES PUOLTC. P. 57 Chas D F. T |loJkwf N''. F\nd C Ex°officfo J. R. Courts held third Wednesday in each month. Wilkerson, J. P., 1123d District —J. L. John Harty, N. P. Courts held 2nd Thurs¬ day in each month. 626th District —J. C. Price, J. P.; N. W. Pace, N.P. Courts held 3rd A’atur- day in each month. 1283d District — C. J. McDaniel, J. P. Courts held 1st Saturday in each month, 1304th District —Morgan Bunch, J. P.; J J Cordray N. P. Courts held 1st Sa T W Holloway, J. i 316 xn District— P, Kennau Strlrkland.N. P. Make Home Happy. More than building sho.wy mansions, More than dress and tine array; More than domes and lofty steeples, More than stations, power, and away, Make your homo both neat and tasteful, Bright and pleasant, always fair, Where each heart shall rest con¬ tented , Greatful for each pleasure there. Seek to make your home most lovely, Let it lie a smiling spot Where, in sweet contentment restiug. Care and sorrow are forgot. Where the flowers and trees are wave- ing. Birds will sing their sweetest song; Where the purest thoughts will linger, Confidence and love belong. There each heart will rest contented Aeldotn wishing far to roam, Or, if roaming, sHl will ever Cherish happy thoughts of homo, Such a home m ikes men the petter, Sure and lasting control, Home with pure and brigh surround¬ ings. Leaves its impress on the soul. SEEKING FOR MAMA! Story of Two Little Boys who Tried to Find Heaven ‘Father forgive me, I could not wed that cold proud man you Chose for me, and so I married Paul. You'l love my husbaud us well us you love me? aud tlie young wife lookel im¬ ploringly iuto her father’s stern and angry face. But there was no pity, no sign of yielding there. ‘Never!* he exclaimed. ‘Henceforth you are a stranger. Never again shall my roof afford you shelter. Goa with your beggar husband to the a tur¬ bo has prepared for you Go, with my eurS' S upon you.' ‘Oil, father, do not speak those cruel vvordt. You do not mean them. You arc angry with me; you must not curse me. I am all the child you have to love, mid would you drive me from you?' ,0b! husband, 1 cried the mother’ through her tears, ‘do not drive our children from us. 0 :r home H large enough for us all. L"t ns bo happy together. 4 ‘Hush, wife; dare not interfere. This beggar has won our daughter from u.\ aud she will reap the harvest she has sown. Go, both of you, and never cuter my door again.' The young wife turned to her hnr- baud, saying: ‘Coine, Paul, let us go-‘ Dowu tho marble steps into the street till they were lost in darkness, the father watched his only child aud her young husband. His heart had turned to stone - The ambitious hopes of yearr Were destroyed. The b ii- li-ant marriage ou which his heart had been set, was dow impossible. As he stood the e the Christmas chimes be¬ gan to peal forth their joyous sounds; but they found no echo iu his heart. No happy thought of tho dear Curist- child came through bis u in 1. Noth¬ ing but the darkness of midnight filled his breast. He heard not the btlls as they rang out their jopous message of piece on earth, good will do all man¬ kind. * 4r * ‘Are you cold Charley?' ‘No, Joe, I‘in real warm. I‘m not crying cause I'm cold. Are we almot there Joe?' ‘Just ti littD f rther, Charley, then we'll find whi-re heaven is! Try and keep warm a little longer. ‘ ‘Yes, Joe. It's never cold in Heav- en, ’ is it Joe?‘ They trudged on through the streets filled with crowds of welldressed peo- pie intent on making their Christmas purchases. No one noticed them as thH y barned by ' No P°hc man | chanced to question thm. No one asked whither they were bound. One of them was a little four-year old with blue eyes and flaxen hair; the other, scarce two years older. Hand iu hand they walked along. Jue , ' vll > dlJ ? * mama n , nma wake lln up t and say goodbye before the man car- rie d her away in that big box?' ‘I gacss she was asleep, Charley. Are you cold? 1 ARLINGTON, GA., FRIDAY, MAY 5, 1882. ‘Not very, Joe, 1 ho answered with a sob, for tiie little feet end hands were aching sadly. P.iSt the gaily lighted shops they hastened on their way to Heaven. leng'h they entered the avenue hued with the palatial homes of the rich. Lights gleamed from many a window and the sound of Christmas music was faintly heard through the closed doors •Joe, I'm so Cold; are we almost there? and the baby lips quivered in the faint light: ‘See, Charley, I guess we have got to Heaven.' Joe pointed to a ray of light which came trough the door of a large mansion across the street. A servant had left it ajar, and gaiut gleam of light seemed to the little ones a ray from paradise. Up the costly marble steps the child :en toiled. Softly pushing against the heavy dour which yielded to tlioir touch, they entered. ‘Yes, it was Heaven at last The brilliantly lighted hall with the crystal chandalier, the snowy stat. ary and its velvet carp ts, seemed to the wanderers the celestial city itself. Worn out with cold and hunger Charley sank dowu'ou a soft rug. Joe wanted to find mamma, but lie would not leave Charley lest be should loose him. ‘Come Charley,* he said, let us go and see mamma. 1 •Yes Joe; but Charley is so tired.’ With difficulty the little fellow rose from his soft bed, and h ind ia hand they started. Thedrawiug room door was open. Within were the milionaire and his wife seated by the open fire. The husband was reading the evening piper, while the white lmired mutron was lost in reverie. The tears were trickling down her cheeks, showing that her thoughts on that Christmas eve were not joyous but sad. ‘Just si ven years ago to-night,* she mur¬ mured' ‘Oh, if I only knew that she was well and happy. Seven years ago and 11 X a word. * The tear* fall faster Neither saw the lit tig Sprites coming toward them. 'Please, are. yon God? The milionaire looked .up hastily from his paper at the sound'* of that clii'dish voice. Again the question: ‘Are you God? - The paper fell from fingers. ‘Who are you, and how [come you in my house?* he exclaimed in wonder. ‘If you are God, may we see mamma dm? They carried litr away this af- 'ernioD and the man said she had gone to Heat en. So we have come to see mamma and papa. Don't send us away.' The man rose quickly from his chair and rang a bell. A servant en tered. ‘John, who admitted these little beggars? Gallapoli- man at once.' Wa are not beggars,' said Joe, ‘Were trying to find Heaven, Oner- ley and I. The door was open (T guess an angel iaw ns coming) and wn came right in. Don't be angry with us. Wo only want to find mamma.' The blue eyes Poked imploringly into the angry face above. What did the man see iu those eyes to cause the blood lo run so rapidly through bii veins? 'V hen had he seen such eyes save hers, whose name was never mentioned? Did the remembrance of of the little son whose blue eyis and fair golden curls had been so mauy years beneath the coffin lid induce him to ask, in a voice which slightly trembled, ‘Who arc you, boy? 1 ‘I'm Joe, and this is Charley. 1 Charley had been his little son's name, and this one had the same flax- ne curls aud deep blue eyes that Char- ley had. ‘Please, God, may we see mamma? 1 said little Charley laying bis tiny hand upon tho millionairs's. ‘I am not God , said the latter, in a wonderful softened voice, ‘did you think I was? Come, now, tell me all about it.' ‘Papa went to Ileaven last winter, 3 nd mamma went this afternoon. The other man told us to go away from the room where we lived. He said we could not stay there any long¬ er. So Charley and I started out to find Heaven and mamma, We saw the light coming through the door, and we thought it must be Heaven. Mamma said if we were good we should go to Heaven, where it is nev¬ er cold or dark, where we shall never be hungry bat shall sing and play with the little child Jesus. Oh, God, don't, let a policeman take ns. We mean t0 anything uanghly. ^ 5 011 aie a,1 gry «e will go away, Cluuley is so cold and tired phase l‘' ln *tay <i low minutes longer. He ls 0,1 ^ !l boy. Can those be tears that are in the mans eyes uliich had never shed u tear since his little son with his wealth of golden curls had been laid away forever. ‘Husband’ let them stay tomight,. said the white haired wife, who was sobbingjconvnlsively and endeavoring to restrain an impulse to clasp the child in her arms, ‘Ah, wonderful is the faith and puri¬ ty of the cnildhood! 2’he touch of that little hand, the pleading look in the blue eyes, the tone of that voice, 60 like his litile dead son's, the sweet trust iu G"d, had undone llio work of years. T e millionaire was him¬ self again. He sank down in the arm chair and buried his face in his hands. Tears trickled down beneath his Angers. ‘My God! my God., tuoaned tbo man. ‘Seven years ago to-night I drove her from nie with a curse. If I only knew where she was how gladly would I go to her. Oh ; , my child, my darling Kate, come Inane, come home to your fatli er,s heart and love. 1 By this time the wife had little Charley clasped in her arms, and the tears were falling fast upon the silk- en curls. The little fellow, worn out with col 1 and hung r, fell asleep! What did it matter to the white-baird mother that his clothes were thin aud sDabby. Her wealth of mother love, so long restrained, had at last found an outlet. Jf you please, s'r, the policeman is here,* said John. ‘Tell him his services are not want¬ ed here., The servant withdrew, thinking his mas'tewLad gone crazy. The million- atife rtfes > fr<iflniw chair arfif walked to a curtain recess across tho room, « With trembling hands ho drew the 1 eavy curtain and disclosed a large por rait hanging on the wall. I: was the face of a beautiful girl just enter ing womanhood. The father gazed long and steadfast with tears dim¬ ming his eyes. ‘Oh! my Kate! my child' he murmured. Joe had watchs ed his movements, and thinking per¬ haps he had gone to find a mamma followed him across tho long parlor. He stood spell-bound before the pic ture. mamma had told him that tho angels w re while rob s and crowns of gold, T uis radiant crea- ture wore no golden crown, bat a robe of spotless white, Woo was it that smiled so lovingly down upon him from tho frame? Su d nly H draw nod upon him It was mamma in an angel s dress. Oh, mamniiq in m n i!‘ cried tho child. ‘Como quick, Charley, I've found mamma.' With arms out¬ stretched toward the portrait the little fellow sank fainting to t/i ■ floor. ‘Merciful God! can these bo Kate's children? Quick, wife, some wine, he has fainted/ The wife sprang to her feet. Lay¬ ing little Charley on a sofa near at hand, she hastened for tho wine With tremblig hands they placed it to the child's lips. Soon the eyes opened, aud then a faint voice mur¬ mured mamma! 1 In a short time the littlojfeilow was able ro sit up in grand father', arms beior- the fire. ‘Tell me your whole Dame boy. Slid the gentleman frexenty. ‘Joseph Henry DeVaux’* said Joe.’ ‘And your father’s name was—‘ ‘Paul; und m.i mi's Kate,' continued the child ■ ‘Oh,God, 1 Hank Thee. I may now undo the wrong I did my daughter by my devotion to her children., The old man clasped the boy to his breast. In reply to bis father's eager ques¬ tions, Joe told him all be could re- in-mber—that papa used to paint pictures, but one morning be did not wake* up, and mamma told him he was dead and g me to Hevene. After that mamma used to sow’all day and sometimes all fright. One day she was sick; the wood was all gone, and hey had nothing to eat. Pretty soon a man came and said she was dying Joe sat by her and tried to rouse her, but she did not know him. A good woman next door gave Charley and him some dinner. That night mam- ma died, and the. next day a mm ,. lline with a boxand carried her away Toe child roll did not know whereto go; so they Ind started out to find the mysterious place called Heaven Long and bitterly did the parents weep over this story They sat talk mg by tho fire while the children slept peacefully and happy. Presently the sound of bells broke the stillness which had fallen upon tin outside. It was a merry peal tha*' rang out. This the Christmas chime, said his wife. ‘How happy we shall make our boys to morrow. “ We will Pva for them, wife hence forth, and teach them to become men worthy of their angel ^niother. Contrary Billy Billy whs a peddler's horse. Eve ry day he drew a large wagon along country roads. This large wagon was loaded with tin and broome. It was a heavy load to draw. He stopped at all houses, so ihat Lis master could s'll his brooms and tin.s One day after he had trotted along for several miles, Billy stopped where there was no house in sight. ‘Go said his master. ‘I won’t* said Billy. This is the way Billy said ‘I won’t. 1 n <3 set his fore-feet out. He laid back his ears and shook his head. Ilis master got out of the wagou and patted him on the neck. Billy would not stir. He moved all the harness here and there, and patted him more. Billy would not stir. lie talked to hitn in a very pleasant tone. But Billy would not stir, What was to be Hone? The peddler wished to sell his brooms and tins, and go home to sup- pvr. But he coulc! not do this if Billy refused to do his part. He went to the back of tho wagon. A gentleman who passed by thought be was going to whip the horse with some heavy thing. Instead, the peddler took a pail from the wagon. There was some meal in this pni!. Ho showed this to Billy, then he walked on and set the t ail d wn. Billy could see the pail. Pretty soon Billy lifted hiseors. He looked very good-natured. He went forward to the pail. Then his master let him cat the meal. Then lie put the pail back in the wagon, and Billy trotted off brisk • ly with his load .—Little Folks Reader. Luther said: 'If a man is not ban- some at twenty, strong at thirly.learn- ed at forty, and rich at fifty, he will never b-hands ime.stroug, learned or rich in this world. Lath w no doubt struck the bull's eye as far as U-auty strength and It a f ning are concerned acording to tho vi vvs of theNorristowu II a-. , but he died before an ofiice- holde; had acquired tho art of sav¬ ing 852 000 a year out 80,000 salary lie his remark about riches don't fit n >W. Old Commodore Vanderbilt paid a handsome New, Orleans girl 8DOOO, 000 to marry him sooth his deciing years. The old C -mmalore is dead and hischatmingand wealthy wi low is about to marry Dr. Bozeman’ a tnau sutiable to her in tho mutter of ag ■>. William H. Vanderbilt object to the marriage, but lovo laughs at milliou aire as well as lock and kevs. A certain boat Comm ing up to the Mississippi during the flood, the other day, lost her way and bumped aginst it fraimed house, She hadn't more then touched it before and old dntk-y am cued his head up through a hole in tlie roof where the chimney once earn ¬ out* and yelled at the captain- - YVhar do bell is yu gwine wid dat boat Can.t you see nuffin! Fust thing yer knows gwine ter turn dis bouse ober -p II do ole woman nn,de chil.en ou in da flood an drown ,em. Wat yer doin' out here in de country wi 1 yer damn boat Janyhow! Go on back yun'er froo de oo‘n fields an, git back in de river wbar you b'lonSs. Ain.t any bnisne-aa sev‘n miles out in C0!J at r y foolin roun,J people's hon86j nobow! Vol. III. No. 20 Em rsons^Tributo to Farmers. The following worthy tribute to the farmer is from the pen of Ralph Wal¬ do Emerson: The glory of I,ho farmer is, that in the divisiou of labor, it is his part to create; all trade at last rests on his prinitive activity.—He stands close to Nature, he obtains from the earth the bread ntid meat; the food which was not he causes to be. The first farmer was tho first man, and all historic nobility rests on possessions and use of land. Tlie farmer's office is pre- cise and important, but you must not try to paint him in rose colors. You cannot compliments to fate and grav¬ itation, whose minister lie is. Ho represents the necessities. It is the beauty of tbo great economy of world that makes his comeliness, Ha bends to the order of the season, tho weath¬ er the soil, and crops, as the sails of the ship bend to the wind. He rep¬ resen's continuous hard labor year in and year out, and small grains, lie takes the pace of seasons, plants and chemistry. Nutnro’ncver hurries atom by atom, little by little, she achieves her work. Tho farmer ties himself to Nature, and acquires that livelong patience which belongs to her lie must wait for his crop to grow. His entertainments, his liberties and his spending must be on a farmers scale, not a merchant's. I were as false for farmers to use a wholesale mid massy expense as for States to use minute economy, He lias great trusts confided to him. Iu the great household of Nature the farmer stands at the door of tho bread room and weighs each loaf. It is for him to Say if men shall marry or not. Early marriages and the number of births are indissolubly conuected with an abundanoe of fopd. The farmer Is » hoarded capital of health, as the farm is of wealth and it is from him that the health aud power, moral and in- ■ellectnal, of the cities come. The city is always recruited from the coun¬ try. The men in citiep, are centers if energy, the driving wheels of trade and the women of beauty and genius —are the children and grandchildren of the farmer, and are spending the energies wlitcli their fathers 1 hardy' silent life, accumulated in frosty furs rows. He is a continuous benefactor. Ha who digs a well, constructs a stone foundation, plants an orchatd, builds a double house, reclaims a swamp, or so much as puts a stone scut by the wuysido makes the land so far lovely d’ Sirable, makes a fortune which bo cannot Carry away with him, but which is useful to hit country long afterward. Who are the farmers servants? Geology and chemistry, the querry of the air, the lightening of the cloud, casting of the worms, the plow of the frost. Long before he was born the of ages decomposed the rocks, mellowed bis land, soaked it witb light and heat, covered it with vega- iaides film, then with forest and aecu undated tho spliagrura whose decays m id -tho peat of his meadow A gentlemen gave us the following ‘serp of hi-toiy. ‘ Said he: ‘I kuew a man ouce who made 500 by attend¬ ing to his own business and 500 by fitting other peoples' bnsineas alone.' Do you see the point? We like the way that fellow made his money. — Wtycross Reporter A deaf nonet lately married and Was asked at the club about his bride: ‘Is she pretty?' ‘No, replied the deaf gentleman' She is not, but she will be when her father dies.' About 8100,000,000,000 is the sum reqni-ed to pay government officials each year, and yet there are not half enough offices to go round . John Kelly has announced bis pur¬ pose of running for Governor of New York on toe Independent ticket this tall. He s.iy« he does not expect to be elected, but that his object is to defeat Lucius Robinson—that is the regular Democracy of his State. ,Wbut time is it my dear?, asked a wife of her husband, whotae she tnought was dr ink,tint who wur doing his best tu look sober, ‘well my dar¬ ling leant tell cause Ton see their are two hands on my watch and I don't now which to believe.