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PRINTED EVERY TUESDAY -AT— ZEBULON, - - GEORGIA, —BY— LEE. A SPLENDID ADVERTISING AC.ENT. EDGAR L. ROGERS, BARNESVILLE, GEORGIA. Wishes everybody in this broad land of ours a prosperous year into which we 1 ave just entered, and I rise to thank my customers and friends for the kindly and liberal paatronage bestowed on me in years past. J feel proud of it and will renew my efforts to put ia Finer Goods, BETTER STYLES and LOWER PRICES than I have ever done before. I have ran my Btock down very low with an eyo to giving my patrons an’Entire array of NEW GOODS. With greater efforts on my part to please, I intend to iPRIA® IT thick: Until I sliall merit and get The Lion’s Share of I’iko county and surrounding country’s ERYGOODS AND CLOTHING TRADE I shall kee j: Everything a* d bold myself ready to startie competition in Prices! COME AND TRY ME A You shall have Prompt and Polite Attention. Cut-rate prices and first-c ass goods, Messrs. J. F. Howard and E.C. Elder are with me and are ever del ghted to wait upon customers. PATRONIZE HOME INDUSTRY! I Osborn k Wolcott GRIFFIN, GEORGIA, Manufacturers of ; . „- ; A V A. , ■ •A % u V, if / - CARRIAGES, BUGGIES AND WAGONS. FINE VEHICLES MADE TO SPECIAL ORDER. Repairing done neatly, substantially and with dispatch. Home-made wagons war ranted. A car load of Tennessee Wagons Just Received. Best hand made harness always on hand. We can suit you. Don’t lose your [money by investing in worthless vehicles and marine made barnesB. Dealers in Rough and Dressed Lumber, Every kind of House Material constantly on hand, and can make anything you want. Manufacturers, also, of ENGINES AND BOILERS, SAW MILLS, SYRUP MILLS FARM ACHINERY, ALL MANNER OF CASTINGS. Carry a full line of Pipe and Pipe Fittings and engine Fixtures, Can make or [pair anything from a Baby’s Cradle to a Locomotive. miners: Murpfrey 5 HEADQUARTERS FOR Carriages, Buggies and; ii.; CO+ WhA. m G h 0 hSh )2 5,000 PLOW-HOES AT BOTTOM PRICES! Barnesville, Ga. Journal VOLUME I. ZEBULON, TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 5, 1889. Meadoxct of Rett. I remember the beautiful meadows And tbelr sweet streams purling clear, With flowers besprent, where my young days were spent, Where the birds their nurslings rear. I was sheltered then in the dear home nest, Whero ray feet turned oft to tho meadows of rest. I remember a grave in those meadows, Whero slumbered a laughing-eyed boy, Death found him at play, he lured him away. And with him went half our joy. We molded the turf that his feet had pressed. And kept hia grave green in tho meadows of rest I remember a silver-haired father, Who walked by the river wave To watch tho reeds grow, or the sweet waters flow, Or to muse by that little grave. He has passed long ago to the place he loved best To the infinite peace of God’s meadows of rest I wonder if green are those meadows, If purling and clear are the streams, If the moon shines as bright, if tho stars give such light As they did in my youth’s happy dreams. O, angel of destiny, heed my request: Give me back, give mo back my dear mead ows of rest —[Mrs. M. L. Ray no, in Free Press. A NUMBER ONE. BY PATIENCE STAFl/STON. O.i a weather-beaten board, supported by a creaking iron rod, hung the sign, “Soles Sivod Here,” which Breckin ridge thought so exceedingly iuany that it never ceased to attract custom and comment. Jt had been there ton years, since Jonathan Mender came into the littlo town in tho Rockies and bought out the shoe-repairing business of Caleb Binn. Mender on this June afternoon sat in tho door of hi) shop, repairing a small and extremely shabby shoe. He was a short, stubby man, with twinkling eyes behind spectacles, and a shock of gray hair standing straight up from his fore head. Down the trail from Red Mountain, as the afternoon shadows grew long, and ni ht came creeping under the evergreens, galloped a lean broncho at a headlong gait. His rider, a big bearded minor, glanced around under his bushy eye-brows, and now and then gave a grunt of satisfaction. “The old placo don’t seo you on more, Bill,” ho muttered, as the bron cho panted up a short inclino, “fur you've struck it rich, as a certified check iur 'way up in tho thousands kin testily.” He galloped into Breckinridge, loft his broncho at tho hotel and went along to the shoe shop, “Same old sign," he smiled. “Ev’nin’, Mender." “Hullo, Bill; thought you was dead. Ain’t seen you theso three years. Same butei, too, I maid. Wal, I alius dona good work." “You did; but just clap a patch on this ono whilst I wait; fur I ain’t a goin’ to torture myself of I hev struck it rich. My icet is liable to swell in tlio keers. I’ll leave ye an order, too. Men der, for butes is good ernuff with me. No loco shoes liko a juie." “Who you roped ia on tho mine, Bill?” “No ono: they’ll double what thoy give me—throe hundred thousand—but I ain’t no hog; I know when 1 ’vo got enough.” “Few does,” muttered Monder, wax ing his thread. The minor looked around- tho shop; then his eye fell on that shabby little shoe. “Beats all what sawed off foot wim raon bos, though I ain't mentioning Norwuiguna.” “Tho Lord made ’em so.” “Prob'iy. An'this now,” (turning tho shoe over in hi) big hand) “ia a gal’s, not a growod woman’s?” “Ail of twenty-eight: quite a yarn about that, too. Throe years ago I was sottia’ here betweonst day and dark, when my door busts open an' in runs what I took to be a gal, but afterward gee was a littlo rnito of a growod wo man, with bright, bird-liko cyos and curly hair. ‘Them miners is a follotin’ me,’ she criea, drops intor tbot cheer, an’ faints dead away." “Gosh, this very cheer?” echoed Bill, ia an awe-stricken tone. “Same—sot right there. I opens tho door, ‘B’ys,’ I says, ‘I've got tho drop on ye, an’ it's a shame to act like that, an’—git,' which they done, au’ I went back an’ give her water, an’ she como to an’ jest kitched my han’ up an’ kissed it.” “Lord!” criod tho miner. “An’ it wasn’t ovor-cloan, fur mendin’ ain’t over-pertikler wurk. Wal, sho hadn't no frens, an’ was como hero to settle, an’ bein’ weak an' hystoricky, I took her home to Bister Jane. ‘'Pears to me,’ she says to Jane, ‘all tho troubles of my life is bin caused by men.’” “They be onnery," said the miner, sympathetically. “We kep’ her a week, an’ then she wentto wurk sewin’, an’ insisted on payin’ hor board, aod made Jano tho trimmest gawas an’ caps, and ma a drossin’-gown like I was a female. I wonrs it to ploaso her, but I alius feels I looks like ouo ol them old patriarks In’t. Wo never arsked her hlst’ry, but Jano sed sho was bruised from blows, an’ I see sho trained her protty turls over a scarco healed scar ou her fore head. I culo’lated she was ono of them thoroughbreds what will stan’ onny amount of drivin’, but it’s a smash an a runaway if you hit ’em.” “There’s some mon as ought to be shot on sight,’’ muttered tho minor. “An’ thet shoo was horn?’ “Yeah, an’ I’ve got to keor fur hor so much thet I’ve alius been glad 1 was here ’atid or Caleb; ho wa’n’t never neighborly. Whon I como horo I says, •I’ll give yo fifteen dollars fur tho place.’ Says he, ‘Take it for fourteen an’a harf.’ ‘Why!’said I. ‘Did you,’ says he, ‘ever know a man wot becomo a sewer fur gab? Wal, look at me. Ev’ry crank as has breath ornuff tor git up the bank comes in an’ talks to mo; ev’ry bummer who kin walk staggors in an’ vents bis rum-soaked remarks on mo; ev’ry sunbuanited or shawl-headed femalo woman comes to tell me hor troubles with tho old man or tho neigh bors.’ ‘Wal,’’ I says, ‘it’s comp’ny?’ ‘Yah, I hato ’em,’ growls he. ‘Know where I’m going, not you. You’re tho kind as tells about a gal you loved, named Sairy, wot died fi.ty year ago, Wal, I’m goin’ to be a sheep-herder, whero I wunt seo ono of human kind fur months on a stretch, an’ whero I kin go bare-footod the year ’round.! 80 he goes an’ I stays.” “When I was in Arizony," said the miner, laying the shoo down, with a sigh, “1 boar lod to the iiouso of a littlo woman as could a- wore thorn shoes. The vittlos was awful. Some of the biscuits would a took a blast to open ’em, ’an the pies might asolod them Lutes, but she wa’n’t but a young thing, ’an hor husband was tho ounori est.” “They alius hes thet name in them cases,” suggested Mender, slyly, “This wa’n’t no casos. He never koerod, only that tho wurk was dono, but I did,”—tho minor’s f .co sad dened— “an’ Isold out as good a team ing business as you Wer soo.” “’Count o’ poplcr sont’raont, I spore?” “New, ih ure', '.j'loor tilings io « man's life; an’ ef I’d stayed Td a killed her husband, an’ that wou d a bin no way to git her aff ietiou, an’ wouldn’ta looked fair. Them's my morel). Sho was his wifo an’ a good woman. Isold out tho biz at a dead loss,’! (with a sigh) “an’ 1 just wirht her timo o’ day an’ run off like a coward. I starved up hero fur ton years, an’ I wau't ploasod with myself neither whon a toiler from Fairplay told mo ho heerod sho an'.him was awful poor, an’ sho was the wust abusod woman ha over soo.” It was quite dark in tho little shop now, and Mender lit hit lamp, leaning low to hit bench to soo in tho light. A lean cat'came purring out of a corner, and the miner tilted back his chair. “An’ mo, with all my money, can’t make that poor little soul comforbie,” ho sighed. There was a sound of quick footsteps outside, something likis tho clatter of slippers down at tho hool, then tho latch clicked. “Ain’t dono, Nelly,” called tho old man. “I’ll wait and fiiiLh’em; thoy’ro purty far gone.’’ There was no answer, only a sort of gasp and a smothered exclamation from the minor, who brought hi) chair down with a jerk. The old mau looked at them. “I calc’late you two is’.quaintod,” he grinned. Bill had forgotten his ono stocking foot, even his stern morality, and she, that littlo, ttrin creature, with hor white, worn face, her sad, tearless cyos, was looking at him so wistfully, so yearningly that ho must havo known sho had not needed his telling hor that ho cared for hor boforo he ran away. A quick suspicion flashed through his mind. Sho loved him, and hal como to Colorado to find him those-threo years back. S’-ill his lips had to utter tho name in his heart so long. “Nolly !” ho criod, with a sob; and she— she put out her hands like a sleep walker; thon, with a low cry, sho ran to him and hid hor face on his breast. Still ho did not touch her as she clung to him, weeping passionately. “It aren’t right,” he muttered, hoarsely. “I sod Dover should you be as you is now, till it wero. You an’ mo has seen camps, an’ knows what wrong love i).” She only clung closer, such a child like thing, in hor shabby black gown, with her short littlo onrls, and hor tiny hand clutching hia arm. “I tell you," he cried, passionately, “onsa my arms meet around you, I shall nover let you go.” “Wal, you needn’t,” said Monder, dryly; but thero were tears in hi) old eyes. You needn’t, Bill—she’* a wil der.” “It's only since this mornin’ ” ho continued, as the b-g arms inclosed tho tiny figure, at it's proper, I calc'late. !? ic’d run away from him, but ho tre-cked her; six weeks ago he como ia whed wo was gatin’ sap- per, an’ Jane hovo the teapot at him. Vi’lonco wa’n’t no use; ho took Nolly an’ her savin’s, an’ was jest a-goin’ to leavo town arter losiu’ ail she hod, an’ draggin’ hor along, whon the altiludo kitched him. I calc' late this placo is too nigh heaven fur a ereepiu’ cuss liko thet to crawl. I was a mendin’ that shoe for his wilder to wear to the fun oral." “I knowed no woman but hor could woat’om," cried Bill, holding tho shoo reverently, “an’ it shall bo sot In gold outer my mine.” “It’s a milo too big,” she said, very blushing and ahy, “an’ is so horrid.’’ “Ncvor heerod a woman but aod thorn very words,” grinned Mender, beaming on them. “Now, Bill, youtn’s done, an’ lerame stick a patch on that ono, Nolly, fur you don’t wantorbe a crookin’ round in now ones to tho funorcl, like you was too glad to git him piarnted. 1 ' The next afternoon, whon the twi light shadows woro falling, Jonathan Meador stood in his shop door and watched tho train creep mtlos above on the mountain on its way to Donvor. “Purty rapid this wostorn country,” ho soliloquiz 'd, jingling the coins in his pocket. “Wo never miss no timo; but there ain’t many small wimmen like Nolly as kin bury ono husband in the loronoon an’ git married to tho second in the nrtornoon, an’ I guess Bill don’t know the mate to that littlo shoo he’s got stowed away is ovor on my sholi as a memontomory that little number ona—the smallest fur wimmon-kind as ovor lace.’—[Once a Week. The Key of the Nile. Ono of the strangest facts in that land or marvels, Central Africa, is the power which tho dwollers on tho head waters of the Nile liavo ovor tho people who live along its lowor course. Tho very existence of tho Egyptians depends largely upon tho annual ovorflow of tho ancient river, which alono fertilizes their fields. This year tho fi iod has been much loss than usual, and it is supposed that tho followers of E. M dtdi, far up the river at Khartoum, havo diverted a part of the stream into tho sandy doserts. Sir Samuel B ikor, English explorer, says it would bo sible, by damming tho Nile at point, to turn it entiroly into tho Sea, and leave Egypt to starve. Nor is tho Madhi tho only who possesses thir power. According to Mr. Stanley, Victoria Nyanzi, tho grout lake from which tho stream of the Nile issues is on a plateau liko an inverted basin, and could bo mado tricklo ovor nt almost any point. In nine months tho King of Uganda could, if ho ploasod, make the Nile run dry draining the lake to tho westward. It mmt bo an unpleasant reflection for the Egyptian farmor to know that his only water supply is liable to bo lurnod off at any time.—[Argosy. Stx Versons aud 200,000 Goat s, Tho Guadeloupe island, which lies to the west of tho southorn extromity of tho International Company’s grant, is at present inhabited by only six persons— lour mon, ono woman and ono young girl. They wero landol thero fourteen months ago by tho sloop Liberty, Capt. Behan, and ever Biace have been on gaged in killing tho goats, of which animals there aro computed to bo some 300,000 on tho island, and tho preserva tion of tho skins, Whon tho last vessel visited tho island about 300 thor oughbred Angora bucks were landed and turned loose, in tho hopo of im proving tho brood of tho native spo cios. Besides being the homo of such a large family of goats, tho island claims attontion as being a landmark which appear) to break tho progress of a cold current of water which strikes it from tho north. In this current at dif ferent seasons of tho year thouiands oj seal and sea lions find their way to the shores of the Hand and nro captured. A Millions-Dollar House. Tho Schloss of Polosch, near Sinaia, whero tho Princ) of Wnlos has boon staying, is the favorite residence of the Kings and Queens of Roumanin, says tho London World, and it was only completed about two yoars ag-, having altogether cost upward) of $1 000 , 000 . The home, which is ofr d brick, is in tho French- Gothic style, with tur rets, gablos and vcrandai. It is lighted by electricity, and was furnished from tho principal capital) of Europe, and decorated by a regiment of workpeople from Pari), One suite of rooms is furnished aud adorned in pure Turkish fashion. Tho grounds, laid out in terracos, slop* to tho river, and tho scenery all around is magnificent, the houso being built on a plateau, with tho Carpathian Moun tains behind and on both sides, covored for miles with pine and bcoch forests, and a romantic vaitey ia front, The forests round Sinaia swarm with game. Me Got It. She was after a passport. “How old are you, madam?’* “A woman is only as old as she looks, know.” “Put the lady down as fifty, Goorga.” “You horrid thing! I’m not fifty only thirty- tout’’-— [Bazar. NUMBER 11. FRONTIER HOTELS. Dinner-time Scenes in a Rough and-Ready Mining Town. Table Etiquette In Pretentious ly-named Hotels. It is not generally known, perhaps, that tho casual visitor to a mining town may take his choice, whon tho mid-day dinner hour arrives, from a positively staitling array of famous hostclries. Ho may, if lie will, tuck his attenuate sil ver-knobbed umbrella under his arm, thrust his moncclo into his left eye, turn up his LonJon-mado trousers, and stroll down the main stroet undecided whethor to bestow his patronage upon Dolmonico’s, the Cafe Brunswick, tho M iison Dorco, Parker’s or tho Filth Avenue. Ho is likely to seo all of them if ho passes in review tho entire list. It is quite immaterial upon which establishment his ehoico finally falls. If ho olects to associate with tho uppor classes ho may probably decide to pay sevonty-livo conts or a dollar for his repast, or ho may economizo to the extent of a quarter of a dollar and dine for fifty coats at some comparatively unfashionable resort. In either event ho is likely to sit betwoon flannel-clad persons with tho stain of gold-bearing mud upon their garments, Blouch hats upon their ho :d), and an inexhaustible supply of rough-and-ready Saxon in their speech. In the higher priced establishments, patroniz'd by onginoers, superintend ents and transient capitalists, a portion ol tho guests may see fit to roniovj their hats whilo seated, but, as in tho British House of Commons, it is not considered particularly good form to do so. One experience of a promenade on habit, as it wore, on tho way to tho principal thoroughfare, is enough to send a sensitive soul to tho nearest placo where lie can procure a pair of miner’s boots wherein to conceal the lower portion of his trousers, a ielt hat and some kind of a coat not conspicuous for its fashionable tut. Then when clad moro in accordance with local stylo ho is tolorauly cortain to come in for a hare of good-natured guying on tho port of miners oil duty; but if ho is possessed Of a fur share ol taut and a goodly stock of dark-huod but inex . pensive cigar-, brought from the Esst lor gratuitous distribution, ho will soon fi id himseii treated with merited con iidi ration. TVliou tho twelvo-o' clock whistle blows at iho stamping-mill the “day shift” chceriuily throws down its tools and makes a ruih on masse for tho hotol ccutrcB, whence promptly upon tho stroko of twelve there arise a clanging of bells, a tooting of horns, a tinkling ol triangles, stentorian oral invitations to dine, and ia short all tho devices for attracting attention and consequent ducats that tho ingenuity or the ra sourc s of tho proprietor can com maud. In view of tho necessarily limited ta ble room, promptness and energy aro at a premium during thi fir.t mii.utos of the dinner hour, for your miner likes to enjoy his smoke, and mayhap his grog, l oforo going to his afternoon work, and (horo is a < hoice of soats. Often thoro is a deal of good-natured horse-play ia tho opening scrnmblo, but it is rare that anything soriou 3 ensues, though thoro aro plonty of deadly weapons openly worn in almost any of tho table groups that one miy soo. A considerable proportion of tho miners prefer to koop bachelors' hall, and enjoy the select socioty of thoir own cabins; but in general some kind oi a combination is eventually formed whereby the services of a cook are secured, and under proper management such “messes” aro usually more satii factorily served that at such rival hotels as are afforded by the average mining town in its rudimentary stages of development. — [Harper's Weekly. Veteran Government Clerks. Tho career ol a government clerk is fairly typifi d in tho case of Jainos Evelctli, tho veteran of the W rr De partment. Hi began working for tho Unite I States in 1829 at $900 ft year. In 1830 ho was given $1000 a year;in 1850, $1,350 a year; from 1851 to 1853 he was paid $1,500 a d tho next year was promoted to $1,000. In 1804 ho was giv n $1,800, and in 1885, on account of advancing age, was re iuced to $ 1 , 000 . Thero ho is now at about 80 yoars of ago and there he will die, unless, ho lives long enough to -uffir further re ductions. Appointment C.erk Smith, of the Treasury, toll) mo ho has on his rolls mno men over 70, tho oldost being Hiram Pitt), born in 1803, Richaid White, aged 70, ha) spont 53 yoars of his li:e in th Department. John Love joy worked 40 years ia the Treasury, with but 41 days lost time. A few of the old einployos in the various depart ments are virtually on the retired list, by consent drawing full pay. Two or three of them have their salaries sent to them, and do not visit their desks onco a year. There is no warrant in law for thb, but who car*#* ^{PbiU4oIjibia News, TIE OFFICIAL OIM -OF— PIKE COUNTY, SUBSCRIPTION, *1.00 PER ANNUM. Catching Quail in Net a. A correspondent of tho Forest and Stream writos from tho island of Ana* capri, iu tho Mediterranean S oa: When tho quail first nrrivo l tills son* son nets wero in readiness, but tho birds carao very straggling. Every conceivable spot on the odgo of the island was occupiod, giving it tho oppoaranco of being fonccd in. Thcso nets are from nino to ton motors high, tho higher tho better, with rings on their Bides, through which good sizod cords aro run. Tlieso are securoly fastenod ou tho tops of immenso high polos, and whon the wind is not too strong are kept contin. ually Bpread, otherwise they are un fastened and run down liko a sail or a curtain. Those nets ore contrived in such a manner as to form a kind of sack, by leaving it in folds, or having a piece addod to it, so at every interval of perhaps a meter or meter and a half comes ono of thoso bags. Tho poor, unwary birds como flying, wearied and fatigued from their trip over tho son, ou in full force, strike against tho fence (no better name can I find for theso nets, encircling tbo island as thoy do), fall into tho bag, bocomo entangle!, and are immediately pounced upon by the greedy islanders. Sometimes, not often, after a lucky struggle, a bird frees itself and clears tho net, but only to fall a victim to one of tho numerous hunters with guns standing on the other side, scattered in all directions and dis tances from the shore. From 50,000 to 00,000 quail are sent away from this island alivo evory year; how many aro shot is more than I know. It seems that the ronown of this island as a quail-hunting placo ii very old, for I have road that somowhoro about 1780 the quill, dovos and other migra tory birds wore a sourco of increase to the revenue. Tho number caught varied every year, tho greatest catch in ono day was 13 000 , and during tho whole time of passage, which does not last moro than fi.teon days, they never cau-ht more than 150,000 birds. Capri hud a bishop who derived the most of his income from, tho quail, etc., and from this fact ho was somewhat ir reverently styled tho Bishop of Quail. The Mesquite Tree. The mesquito flourisho) principally ia Ti-xns SI«ix(v*r, in soma of the western states. It is ona of the most useful trco3 that grow. In general nppearanco the mesquite very much re<emb!cs the peach ties. It is larger and taller, but tho lcuVes are long and narrow liko thoso of the peach tree, and like it the growth ol the troa is crooked. It do’os not boar any such lusciou) fruit as tho peach tree, and right hero naturo seems to havo mado a mistnko. It has, no doubt, boon obsotv.d by the rendor that boys aro much given to swinging and playing ir peach treo) whon tho fruit is ripe, and that this playfulnet 3 rosults in much loss of fruit to tho owner of tho orchard. Now, tho poach troo is not provided by nature with long, sharp thorns, but the mosquito is. It is supplied with so many and so sharp thorns that if tho peach troo wero simi arly protected tho fruit would bo safo from the depreda tions of tho most daring youths. Tho mesquito treo produces a long, narrow bean, which, whon ripo, has a sweetish taste, and is eagerly sought by cattle, horsos and hogs. It is said to be tho most fattening food that can bo given to a horse. As soon as tho beans nro period! y ripo in tho fall of the year they drop to tho ground for tho accom modation of tho animals. Tho mesquito tree malcos tho best fuel ia iho world, throwing out intense heat and producing very littlo smoko. From the bark of tho mesquito ox udos a gum which in point of adhesive ness, is equal to tho best gum arabic, and which is much sought after by druggists, Its bark is equal to the boat oak bark for tannery purposes. The wood is very hard, and can bo u o 1 to great advantage whon sawed into docks for stroot paving purposes.— [Texas Siftings. Husband Your Income, Next to tho evil of living beyond ono’s means is that of spending all ono’s in come, says Dr. Tulmngo in tho New York O.iservor. Thoro nro multitudes who are sailing so near shoro that a slight wind in tho wrong dirretiou founders them. They get on well whilo tho times aro usud and tho wages promptly paid; but a panic or a short period of sickness, and they’drop help less. Many a father has gam with his family in fine carriages drawa by a spank ing team till ho camo up to hi) grave; thon ho lay down, and hi) children havo got out of tho carriage, and not only been compelled to walk, but to go bare foot. Against parsimony aud niggard linoss I proclaim wnr; bpt with the same sentence I condemn thoso who mike a grand splash while they live, leaving their families in destitution whon they die. 1 logical. “Stop that noi)o! Do you want to deafen us?” “Yes’m; then you won’t A noise.”-[Lif< >