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About The Hustler of Rome. (Rome, Ga.) 1891-1898 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 15, 1896)
fk\ T 5. G»o. Trammell tells me that his ■ firms Broach & Trammel! and rhe Morrison, Trammell Brick Co, will begin work o,i the colore • slhool building on Monday morn ing. “And.” said be, “you can count on us giving the city of Rome a splendid bui ding in every particular.” Mr. Trammell says, that work will be pushed rapid y. md the building finished with th specified time, March 15, *J7. * * * You can’t keep a squirrel on the ground—nei'her can you keep Vartert Rome made cigars from going up i' l smoke. Every lover ofj tile weed knows he g.-nuim' arti- | c e and hence asks f r W aiters I Rome made. Thus and therefoiej Mr. IVarters Rome factory is being; operated to its In 1 capacity. * * w Imagination piays a very con soicuoits part in the walks of every day lif" 1 was just thinking abou’ Will Mason’s narrow escape t om an assassin sb i let a lev nights ago. The young man, shot in th< breast, feanug oeath. called in a physician and submited to the probe, the P’>y ician was confident that the lyaden messen ger had penetrated the cavity and fearing fatal result? shook his head and as a good physician should give the patient notice to prepare for the worst You know, its al ways been my opinion that a phy sician ought to give the patient a chauce at the next world even if he has to even up the score by gobbling up what may be left. Few doctors get rich, though. You will notice that they do lots of charity work. * * * But to return to Will Mason . Some of the young merchant’s family in examining his clothing found that the bu let hid struck his suspender buckle, driven the wire into the flesh and then fell back into a pocket. Mr. Mason saw this evidence ne quit imagining he was dying and in fact quit dying, arose from his bed and walked down town. He is alright, even if he did have a narrow escape. I hope the would assasin will be captured Bud that tie may get the full extfnt of the law. . * * * What Fates overtake us. In the early 80’s Bob Anderson was one of the gayest, most, rolicksome a id most rattling boys I bad ever known. He was a young cadet at Dahlonega, genial and jovial, with a bright smile for everyone and a merry jest or fun loving answer ever on his tongue. I knew him intimately and never once dreamed that Fate held in store for him anything but happiness. Now, while he yet stands on the threshold of life, he has suff*red more than most men do after un successfully campaigning for 80 ••ears in the battle for position :ind wealth. T**ice married to the woman he loved, the second time because he still loved her and be cause, too, she was the mother of bis child forced to leave her —and under circumstances that drive most men to murder. *-** Then from his loneiy life in the far West he is summonsed to a South Carolina court of Justice to dear his own name of the charge of murder. The wife's paramour having in a fit of jealousy waylaid •• nd killed the wife’s lover —the nly man of them'all that this t tir frail creator- had loved. And Bob Anderson muct suffer. How 1 pity him, for I don’t telieve he j v> uld wilfully bring sorrow to the ' humblest of God ’s creatures. * * * k Bob is a grandson of old Squire P hn Edmonson, of Murray coun y. His wife’s parents live at Talla • «<isa, Ga . . end are good chrjs- Ani f.. |. I. , J 1,,. , • i iI i:r «. H Ivlw.J !, ,1 a guilty l"\e, lived at Tunnell Hill unit left a happy lit le L"in* . a trusting w ife and three bubi s Wiien he dt parted or, his nvcr* t trip to South Carolina And oi e, weak, frail, hei.utifu ► clivmilK worn <n h s caused all thi- desola tion, s>’r>>w and untold ag'*ny . How v« ry go U a real pre ty won - a.i ought o be —tor most m m ar' but l>rui s after a I. Poor 800 An derson ! 1 sine r ‘ly trust th it h* will outlive this nii-astrous slum He deserve to * * * Ilii-veh. er noticing ’h« fam mules and lio-ses, that come l this market, this tall, and an pleased to 8“e that they are in t x cep ionally fine conditio; . Ti.i- i one of the best indications 1 liai* noticed, for «hen the farmer is prosperin'; •uh■ i- - ui stock in fine ct <i ■.tor. met - I mules and !< r-es are fat a. d -In k I VOll will ■ e is wago,. j good ri - i j pa■ r, and Ih•*he 1 ■ '' Lr j driver shou d lock prosperous (! c *ur-e the farmer’s wife and c'.i - dreu have been c»ied so- b |<o< | the team and teamster . When th farmer prospers ( : e town i- l.« ;i. i off. The signs of the times i.icini* *■ good t imes a ing. * * Imd ice that D . W. Cit ry ? cl- aring (Le deck for action a d prepaid ig to trail his bat'eri- s r the approaching holiday irinb.’. When Curry’s clh is mas gu~e art fired, old Suiti is goi ig off. nd the “chillun is sho swine ter git loaded wif chrisuit.is trix.” * * • * Now look out forth- fe low win <p Ils it Xmas—and bury bin deep. ♦ * * Gin Johnson & Co., sre sei ii g a big lot of the prettiest and tasti est of stationery. You can als bank on finding just the nicest things out, when it comes to dain ty and useful toi et articles, a. Gus Johnson. He also sells quarts and quarts of the most seductive of extracts. Go C • *** It was a rainy thundering » rid lightentugish ifternoon last w< ek and Glenn Edd and “Baby” Pmli were on the back gallery at play. Finally after a vivid flash and a heavy crash, their mama heard this conversation . “Baby duz you know wha makes der funder?” “Nuh. What duz?” “Wy, der clowds busts opon.“ “Uhhuhl” and the baby voic had a tone of pleasure as it ex claimed, “An den ter light comer froo. ” A d they went on with theii play ; happy as two little hois ever get to be. If I could he her* always I wou d like them nev er grow any o der or larger. And yet I know- that such a wish is foolish, fori feel confident that th*-y will nnke more successfu soldiers in life’s battle than 1 have made. 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