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CHURCHES.
Preaching by the Circuit preacher, on
the 3rd Sunday in each month, at 11
o’clock a. m. and at the Furnace at 3
o’clock p. m.
Preaching by the Missionary Baptist
st the Furnace on the first Sunday and
Saturday night before, in each month,
by the pastor, Rev. T. C. Tucker.
MASONIC:
The regular meeting of Rising Fawn
Lodge No. 293, F. & A. M., the Ist and
3rd Saturday nights in each month. T.
J. Lumpkin, W. M., J. W. Russey, Sec
retary.
Tretoa Lodge No. 179. F. A A. M,, !
meets on the 2nd and 4th Friday nights !
in each month H. A. Russell, W. M., j
J. A. Bennett, Secretary.
Trenton Royal Arch Chapter meets ;
on the 3rd Wednesday in each month. |
M. A. 8.. Tatum, H. P.; W. U. Jaco- j
way, Secretary.
COURTS:
Superior Court Ri°ets on the 3rd and ]
and 4tn Mondays in March and Septem*
ber.
Court of Ordinary meets on the first j
Monday in each months. G. M. Crab- ;
tree, Ordinary.
The Justice Court for the Rising !
Fawn district, on the 3rd Saturday in !
each month.
EDUCATIONAL:
The county Board of Education meets j
• n the cal! of the chairman. E. B. i
Ketcberaide, County School Cos minis- 1
sinner.
PROFESSIONAL CARDS.
T. J. LUMPKIN,) j II V. LUMPKIN,
Rising Fawn. | ) Lafavette.
m J. LUMPKIN A BRO.,
Attorneys at Isaw 5
Rising Fawn & La ayette, Ga.
Will pay promps attention to the cob- j
lection of claims and all business en- !
trusted to their care, in the several j
courts of the counties of Dade, Walker, j
Chattooga and Catoosa. l-tt
Alataa Great Suttn Railroafl. |
TIME ( AKI>.
Taking effect February 20th. 1881.
NORTH BOUND.
No. 2 Mail.
Arrives. Leaves.
Meridian, I 6 20 a - i
Tork, 629a. m. 630 “
Livingston, 654 “ 655 “
Epes, 717 718 “
Miller, 727 “ 723 “
Eutaw, 805 “ 820 “
Tuscaloosa, 951 “ 958 “
Cottondale, 10 It ‘‘ 10 12 “
Coaling, 10 28 “ 10 30 “
Woodntock, 11 00 “ 11 0i “
Birmingham, 12 14 p. m. 12 19 p. m.
Trussville, 12 55 “ 12 56 “
Springville, 122 “ 183 “
Whitney, 209 “ 210 “
Attalla, 256 “ 311 “
Collinsville, 407 “ 408 “
Branden, 434 “ 436
Fort Payne, 451 “ 452 “
Sulphur Springs, 543 “ 545 “
Rising Fawn, 600 *• 601 “
Trenton, 6 24 6 25
Wauhatchie, 703 “ 705 “
Chattanooga, 720 “
—
NORTH B'JUNP.
No. 1 Mail.
Arrives. Leaves.
Chattanooga, 8 90 *• *“■
Wauhatchie. 815a. m. 816 ‘
Morgansville, 834 “ 834
Trenton, 851 “ 852
Rising Fawn, 914 “ 915
Sulphur Springs, 930 “ 932 “
Yallev Head, 955 “ 955
Fort Payne, 10 21 “ 10 22 1
Brandon, 10 26 “ 10 38
Portersville, 10 50 “ 10 50
Collinsville, 11 02 “ 11 03
Greenwood, 11 36 “ 11 26
Attalla, 11 50 “ 12 11 P-
Whitney, 12 58 p. m. 12 5/
Springville, 131 “ 1
Trussville, 2 07 2 08
Birmingham, 2 43 *“ 2 48
Woodstock, 402 “ 403
Coaling, 434 “ 436
Cottondale, 452 “ 453
Tuscaloosa, 512 “ 51'
Eutaw, 618 ‘‘ 70>
Miller, ! 740 “ 742
Epes, 751 “ 752 “
Livingston, I 814 “ ®l'
York, j 8 40 “ 841
Meridian, | 950 “
Chas. B. Wallace, 1. B. Morrison,
jitfiiiti lc*f lit. Gpii’l Ag t.
A little 4-year-old girl wanted to go
to Sunday-school, so her mother taught
her the verse of scripture, “ The Lord
my shepherd, I shall not want, and
let her go. This is the way she repeated
her text: “The lord is my shepherd,
but I don’t want nothing.”
RISING FAWN, DADE COUNTY, (rEORGIA, FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 2, 1881.
QUININE SUBSTITUTE.
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The Only 25 Cent
AGUE REMEDY
8N THE WORLD.
CURES
CHILLS&FEVEFi
Ami all MALARIAL DISEASES.
nnaßCßm From Elder Thomson, Pastor
|‘|[g of die Church of the Disciple* of
Pmnflw'nfcs*i&6*| Christ, Detroit, Mich.—“ My sou
was dangerously ill and entirely prostrated from Chili*
and Fever. Quinine and other medicines were tried
without effect. Mr. Craig, who had used Thermal: vr
as a tonic, advised a trial of Thermaline, which wa
done, resulting in his complete recovery within a few
days.”
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- Mill OB BEAST.
One of Aleck Stephens’ stories afte*
coming in a handsome winner at a game
of whist : There was a Jew in Georgia
who had a difficulty with a man who had
injured him. The Jew got the man
down and continued the pummeling. A
by-stander pleaded for the under man,
and said • “ Don’t gouge a man when he
is down.” The Jew replied : “ Dat isli
de time to gouge a man when he iab
down.”
A Georota editor nearly died of fright
because some one told him he had eaten
the ice-cream before it had been thawed.
“ Faithful to the Fight Fearless, Against the Wrong;.”
A VI HE SIDE B ILIAD.
BY ICOKNE J. HALL.
Away Jnwu East, where mountain rthf
Are through the hoi lorn flowin’,
Where cattle browse upon the hills
When summer winds aie blowiu’;
Where in the moonlight winter nights
The world puts on secli splendor,
When young folks go to Bingin' school
An’ git so kind o’ tender;
Where village gossips hear an’ tell
The’r kind of harmless slander,
Thera lived blue-eyed Mehetabel
And honest young Philander.
Mehetabel wus jest ez sweet
An’ fair ez summer weather;
She bed the cutest leetle feet
That ever trod In leather.
An’ then those mild, soft eyes o’ hern—
Wy! cider weru’t no clearer—
They made Phllander’s visage burn
"Whenever he sot near her.
Philander he wus tall an’ thin,
A kind o’ slender feller;
He bed a sort o’ goslin chin,
Bis hair wus long an’ yeller.
Drest ir. his go-to-meetin’ clos’,
A standin’ collar sportin’,
He w ent down cross-lots Sunday nights,
To Beacon Spencer’s, courtin’.
There down he sot afore tho fire,
A thinliin’ an’ a lookin’;
He praised the Beacon’s sheep an’ oows.
He praised her mother’s cookin’.
He talked all round the tender pint,
But, somehow, couldn’t do it;
His words got kind o’ out o’ jint
* Afore he could git through it
'Twus twelve o’clock one Sunday night,
A blazin’ fire was rearin’,
The old folks he l gone off to bed,
The Beacon, be w as snorin’.
Around the time-worn room the light
Fell kind o’ soft an’ rosy;
The old pine settle it was drawn
Up by the fireplace cozy.
Mehetabel sot on one end,
Philander he sot by her,
An’, with the old tongs in his hand,
Kep pokin’ at the fire.
He tried to tell her how he fslt,
It sot him in a flutter;
The sweat it jest rolled down hts face,
Like drops o’ melted butter.
So there they sot an' talked abonl
The moonshine an’ the weather.
An’ kep' a kind o’ liitohin’ u
snored away In bed,
Phi'anuer he grow bolder;
He slid his arm around her head
An’ laid It on hi* shoulder.
An’, when she ifted up her eye*
An' looked right Into his’n,
It seemed ez if Philander’s heart
Into his mouth hed risen.
He sot an’ trembled fur a while,
She looked so sweet an' clever.
Borne speerit whispered in his ear:
“ Jest do it now or never I”.
Bez he: “My dear Mehetabel,
My house an' home are waitin’;
An’ ain’t it gettin’ to be time
That you an’ I were matin’?”
Am’ then sex she, jest loud enough
Fur him to understand her:
“ Bf you ktn be oontent with ms,
I guess it is, Philander I”
The Deacon woke up from his dreams.
8z he: “ There’s sumpthin’ brewin’.”
Ha peeked out through the bedroom door
To see what they were doin'.
An’, when he saw ’em sittin’ there
Lyte leetle lambs in olover,
He almost snickered right out loud—
It tickled him all ever.
He nudged his wife au’ told her, too,
An’ my! how it did please her.
An’ then they talked ’emselves to sleep,
An’ snored away like Ceazef.
Philander sot there all night long;
He didn’t think o’ goin’
Till, when the day began to dawn,
He heerd the roosters crowin’.
An’, when he started over home
Alone across the holler,
He kep’ a talkin’ to himself
An’ fumblin’ with his oollar. •
Sez lie, “ Ther’ never wus a chap
That did the bizness slicker;”
An' then he gin himself a slap,
An’ my! how he did snick*?.
Am’ new b)we-ey*d Mehetabel
Is married to Philander,
An’ village gossips idly toll
That ne’er was weddin' grander.
The peaceful, moonlight winter night*
Uev not yet lost ther’ aplaaidar;
The young folks go to ringin' sehoe!
An’ still get kind o’ tender,
Away down Rest, where mountain rill*
Are through the hollers flowin’,
Where cattle browse upon the hill*
When summer winds are blowin’,
—From Poems of the Farm and Fireside.
THE JILT.
In the pleasant village of Acton, situ
ated near the city, on the Somersetshire
side of the Avon, resided, some two
years since and for aught we know re
sides there still, an elderly gentleman
whose household affairs were superin
tended hv perfect paragon of a niece—a
lovely and accomplished young lady,
just emerging from her teens, and
graced with that most appreciated of all
oharros in this unromantic age, the pos
session of a small fortune. On her ar
riving at the age of 21, she was entitled
to tho sum of £I,OOO. Need it be said
that, with these attractions, numerous
were the enamored swains sighing at the
feet of the fair Celia, who, however,
turned a deaf ear to their solicitations,
and restricted her affections to a favorite
kitten and a “ love of a spaniel,” till at
length a stalwart knight, sturdy and
bold, entered the lists, and soon dis
tanced all competitors for the hand of
our heroine and her £I,OOO.
Matters progressed favorably, and,
after a time, the fair Celia began to con
sider the eyes of her knight better worth
looking into and his countenance more
attractive than that of her juvenile grim
alkin, and even the pet, Flora, was
neglected. Numerous were tlieir walks,
Down in ths vals where the sweet waters gliding,
In murmuring streams ripple through ths dark
grove;
And sundry were the ejaculations of the
knight— - ‘Huw beautiful!” though
whether they were applied to the scen
ery or his companion must still remain
an open question. Some six months
elapsed, and our scene now opens in the
loveliest month of the year—warm,
glowing, sunny June. It was the eve of
the Ist [of Jup“, and the knight and the
“fair ladye” were taking their accus
tomed walk. The moonlight lay bright
upon the river, and the water trembled
beneatli it like timid lips beneath the
first kiss.
A nightingale began to sing in the
valley, whioh had derived its name from
the inimitable songster, and another an
swered it from an adjacent grove. It
was a night in which one not only loves,
butis beloved, in which one not only longs
for blessedness, but will be blessed. The
knight drew the “ladye” closer to his
side, and more compressed was the pres
sure on her delicately rounded arm as
he poured his vows of affection and un
alterable love into her willing ear. His
Advances were not discouraged, for the
happy pair returned to the uncle, who
doubtless said, iu the language of old
stage oomedv gentlemen, “ Take her,
you dog, take her, though you don’t de
serve her.”
Time rolled on ; four times had the
changed, but no change nod
token pla in the relative positions of
,r hdia and her knlgut. They were still
affianced, hut !<*., for tit® fickleness ol
woman ! such was not lonapto^hntinue
the case. A Mr. D in early
life had exchanged the Ipiiet and romau
tic scenery of his native village for the
busy, bustling scenes of Manchester, re
turned for the purpose of
visiting his parents, and in the course of
his sojourn wim introduced to our fair
out fickle heroinm Verily, if Cupid shot
the dart, he has iMelr to answer for; but
oertain it is that the young linen-draper
created, unwittingly, an interest in the
breast of til lady far deeper than that
she felt for her former lover ! But, alas !
the flame was not mutual.
Whether Mr. D was aware of the
engagement subsisting between Miss
Celia and her knight, or whether his
affections were of a platonic rather than
ardent caste, is uncertain: but. never
theless, when his leave of absence ex
pired, he took leave of the damsel with
all conceivable coolness and unconcern,
and deserted the charming Celia for
calicoes aiul counter-jumping. Poor
girl ! the shock to her susceptible affec
tions was insupportable. She pined and
1 withered, walked about the house with
au absent, distracted, melancholy air,
took to singing doleful ditties, com
mencing with “ Sweet Blighted Lily,"
and, in short, was fast becoming a prey
to “a lean and yellow melancholy.”
In vain the assiduous knight, who lit
tle suspected the cause of his fair one’s
misery, redoubled his attentions. In
vain he entreated her to put a termina
tion to his doubts and fears, and crown
his happiness by becoming Mrs. K .
No ; the image of her knight was sup
planted in her faithful heart by her dear,
her darling Mr. D ; and finally, when
she became of age, she quietly sent a
letter to the young gentleman at Man
chester, avowing her predilection for
him, and offering herself for his accept
ance, “for better, for worse,” as the case
might be. As soon as the Manchester
man received the letter he at once cut
the calico trade, and came as fast as the
wings of love and an express train could
bring him to throw himself at the lady’s
feet. Fortune was favorable.
The uncle and guardian of the lady
were temporarily absent; and (we blush
to say it) the faithless Celia and her lin
en-draper lover were united in the indis
soluble bonds of holy matrimony. Swift
ly passed the hours, and they awaked
from their “dream of young love.” The
Manchester man explained to his sorrow
ing lady that circumstances compelled
him to return to that city, and that it
would be highly inconvenient for him to
take her with him just then. Wiping
away her tears with his snowy cambric
! handkerchief (a choice sample of a re
cent consignment), he besought her for
a short time to keep their marriage se
cret ; and, assuring her of fidelity to
their pledged vows, said he should
shortly return and claim her as his
bride. They parted. Mr. D re
turned to his business ; the deceived
knight was still constant in his visits,
and thus ends the second chapter of this
eventful history.
• * * * * * *
Two days only had passed since the
departure oi Mr. D , but in that brief
interval the train had been laid to the
mine which was to explode beneath the
feet of the unsuspecting Celia. The un
cle was informed of his niece’s secret
marriage, and while she was walking in
the valley we have before spoken of,
musing on her absent husband, and
meditating what she should say to her
present lover (for her knight accompa
nied her in her walk), he was preparing
to hurl anathemas on her head on her
return. The sun had sunk below the
horizon, and the silvery beams of the
moon were shining on the tops oi the
tall trees, when the pair bent their steps
homeward.
The hour, the scene, all concurred in
reminding the knight of the day when
his lady love first, blushing, owned she
ioved him, and again he passionately
entreated her to name ‘ * the day, the
eventful day,” which should turn gloom
into gladness, and make his heart leap
with hilarious joy. Instead of informing
him of what had taken place, site owned
his passion was returned, and lie accom •
panied her to her residence, elate with
hope at the imagined prospect of his de
sires being gratified bestowal of
her hand and fortune. Judge of his as
tonishment, however, \#i< n, on arriving
at the door, au outburst of ry on the
part of the uncle too soon revealed to
him the terrible truth. *
j The revulsion of feeling was too great;
lie was distracted; he tore his hair; and,
with a wild gaze on the transfixed Celia,
he rushed from thA nouse, % Sleep was
I 0 ”* OI tlie question: and, like A.lflqj; he
stijj lingered Url
Medhtime our heroine had to cnuliiV/ii.
reproaches of her incensed guardian,
who even proceeded to personal violence;
and in the dead of night she packed tip
fa er worldly goods, not forgetting the
£I,OOO, determined ou tho first blush of
morn to be “offand away.”
She carried her determination into ei
fect, and at “ early dawn” left the house
and proceeded on her road to Bristol.
She had not taken many steps, when, to
her surprise, she met the disconsolate
knight who had so hurriedly “out his
stick” the previous evening, looking a
perfect picture of woe-begone wretched
ness. 'Who shall fathom the heart of
woman ! —her partiality for him revived,
she longed to console the wretched wan
derer, and to his frantic entreaty she re
plied. in accents sweet, “ My own dear
knight, I am afraid I have been r. little
fool. Can you forgive your poor, un
happy, wretched Celia?” Her overbur
dened heart could say no more; she
swooned, and was caught in the aims of
her faithful knight, who, with many a
fond, endearing expression and sundry
pressings to his bosom, recalled her to
life.
“What shall we do?” murmured the
unhappy girl. “ and run,” sug
gested her lover, though Cot, perhaps,
in these very forcible words. Some
thing, indeed, he said about flying with
him in a state of felicity, declaring she
could not think of doing such a thing,
and, finally,
Whispering, “ IHI never consent” —oonsented.
They fled, carrying with them the
£I,OOO sterling, and the disconsolate
husband does not know where to find
either the fugitive lovers or the winged
riches. Moreover, the clandestinely
contracted alliance being displeasing to
the lady’s friends, they will not assist
her liege lord and master in discovering
ner whereabouts.
At the wedding breakfast ef White
law lteid and Miss Mills the groom
found at his plate a slip of paper, which
proved to be a certified check for $500,-
000 from the father of the bride.—Went
York paper. At the wedding breakfast
of a Chicago man the groom found af
his plate a slip of paper, which proved
to lie a tailor’s bill. He gave it to the
father of the hride. A Chicago man’s
presence of mind never deserts him.—
Chicago Tribune.
A Boston woman told her grocer that
sho ha 4 just come from helping a poor
family. <|u hearing the name of the
family the grocer remarked : “O, yes,
they are always the first to buy my
spring chickens. I hope you’ll continui
to take a dep interest in them.”
Why is the house of a tidy wiFe like a
motion to adjourn ? Yon give it up ?
Because it is always in order,
| TEKMN:-st,oo per Animus, Ntrirtlj in Ailihim*
NUMBER 43,
PLEA SANT HIES.
Purchasers of “rare old china” ars
often stuck-cup people.
Blacksmiths are rarely good penmen,
and yet they are always forging. —liofr
ton Courier.
The male idiot now arranges his hair
in the w&ter waves plastered down on
his forehead. —Jlnrrisbury Telegraph.
“ Mamma, what are twins made for ?”
asked a little girl the other day. Her
precocious elder brother replied: “Bo
that cannibals may eat philopenas.”
When Rabelais was on his death-bed,
a consultation of physicians was called,
“Deal* gentlemen," said tho wit to the
doctors, raising his languid head, “let
me die a natural death. ”
“Why, sir,” said a client to his law
yer, “you are writing my bill on very
rough paper.” “Never mind.” was tho
lawyer’s reply, “it will have to be filed
before it comes into court.”
“Mamma,” said a 5-year old, the other
day, ‘* I wish you wouldn’t leave me to
take care of baby again. He was so bad
I had to eat all the sponge cake and two
jars of raspberry jam to amuse him.”
Said a parent to his little son, who
had committed some act of indiscretion:
“ Do you know that I am going to whip
you?” “Yes,” said the boy, “I sup
pose yon are, because you are bigger
than I am!”
Ladies who wear bangs may profit by
perusal of this:
Oh the bang 1 The terrible bang!
How OYer the forehead they dangle and hang;
Or, plastered with paste, with molasses and grease,
How the curly cues stf ck like a door-mat’s increase ;
\t God made the forehead a temple of thought,
The devil made hang* to set it at naught.
The following letter was received by
an undertaker from an afflicted widower:
“Sur-my waif is ded and wonts to bo
berried to-morrow, at Woner klQck. U
nose waire to. dig the hofe-—by the siad
of tw o other waifs—lot it be deep.”
“ Tu;s isn't a menagerie,” sharply ob-
I ’Served ah irascible deacon to !i man who
was trying to force a passage through
w crvwii *■' • .‘fin.. , IVo, T
piesume not, ” returned the stranger, "or
they wouldn’t leave any of the animals
to block up the entrance.”
An exchange says: “Of the GOO young
ladies attending the Elmira Female Col
lege no two can agree as to what they
would do in case they saw a bear. Now,
this is a libel ou the young ladies, for,
were he well dressed and respectable, at
least three-fourths of them would wait
with curious impatience to see if he pro
posed to hug them.”
William Peters, of Arkansas, sat
himself down on the steps of a country
church and said there should be no
preaching there that Sunday. After
William htul received a bullet in the leg
he vacated, and the services were begun.
The text was: “ Why do the heathen
rage ?”
Shun, shun tbe bar (tbs tavern bar).
That bar to rising hope;
If yon would keep from all that soils.
Use only bar of soap.
’Tis but a step from bar first named
Unto the prisoner’s bar;
It is the sand bar in life's stream
Where many wrecked are.
It is the bar where you’ll be shaved.
Clean as the barber’s shave,
Of money, honor, health and peace—
Ob, bah! be no bar slave.
\Kotim PranaeripL
TO KEEP SHADED PLACES OREEX.
Especially in the front yards of dwell
ings, both in town and country, which
are much shaded, we often see the
ground completely bare, not a living
thing being perceptible. Sometimes
there are many nearly-nude, straggling
limbs lying upon the ground or very
near it, which are unsightly and every
way worthless, that ought to be cut
away. This would give room for the
growing there of some plant or vine
that would be adapted to it, and which
would not only cover the rffaked spot and
make it a “ living green,” but would be
adding very much to the general appear
ance of the premises. The best vine
for this is undoubtedly the periwinkle.
It will grow almost anywhere iu the
shade, if the proper attention is given
to it, and not otherwise. It is a beauti
tiful vine and will densely cover the
ground, producing nearly the whole sea
son a pretty blue flower. Weeds, how
ever. are its deadly enemies.
Austria has more public libraries
than any other country in Europe.
They number 577, and contain altogeth
er 5,475,798 volumes. France has 500
libraries, Italy 453, Prussia 398, Great
Britain only 200 and Russia 145. Of
these the national French library is the
largest, containing 2,078,000 volumes;
the British Museum comes next, with
1,000,000, while the Munich library pos
eesses 800,000,