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f5 :j- - Home ■• ; / 0 mcm > H 1 YOL. Yl. Child with the hungry eyes, The pallid lifted, mouth asking and hands, brow, And the I am more starved than thou. I beg not on the street; But where the sinner stands, In secret place, I beg ™ Of God, with outstretched hands. r THE RECONCENTRADO. 13y WILLIAM PERRY BROWN. N this occasion Mr. k Ferdinand Baya 1 was lunching at F his club. In bis % native province of 1 Castile the prefixes Don or Senor would have been Of more appropriate, >7 Also, in Cuba, where he had lived for a time. But years of prosaic '-'V merchandizing in New York had Americanized him in many ways. To the wholesale fruit dealers of the west side, plain Mr. Baya, of Sava & Co., was much better known than the Don Ferdinand, of semi-noble descent, who would doubtless have been more con sidered, say in Madrid. He was a tall, darkish man, with a beard, looking not unlike a in modern garb. In his brown, Bud eyes came certain fiery glints at ) as if to match the heavy, thun eyebrows above. The snap and go of active mercantile life had ren dered him at once brusque and genial, yet, mingled with these were dashe» of sensitive reserve that came over him at times, more especially of Ip.te, when his friends chafed him about Cuba or sundry harsh criticisms of his native land were flung carelessly about with in his bearing. yHullo! What is this?” exclaimed . junior fful, slow flying partner, a ca New Englander named Loyd Ehrficott. “Blowing up of the Maine in Havana harbor. Loss of many lives, suspicion of dynamite, sub-marine i mine and so forth. Good heavens, I Baya! What do yon think of that?” i He handed over the paper, its first page almost entirely covered with , hind scare Reads, to Baya, wno, after ; a fervid exclamation or two of concern, ! contracted his brows severely. “You v Americans , . . are a suspicious ke commented. Almost with the/first shock of announcement the .•papers are insinuating that the Span¬ ish authorities may have had some¬ thing to do with this. Why, it is bar¬ barous. The iact of it is, Endicott, you all hate Spain because she will not give (up; Cuba, and nothing, Spaniard eonse quently, is too i lean for a to do “You’re in your <|yes,” there, Baya. Spain wrong hates us. Shoe is on the other foot.” “Not so—not so. For months I have had, so to -peak, to see my coun try^pit upon b\ your press and peo -.-'“Well, Baya, as long as you will starve the Cubans instead of fighting them, how can you expect sympa “That will do, Endicott.” Mr. pushed back his chair decisively, Will not discuss these tilings with is bad enough to have to W listen. I try to be just. not my only brother a Cuban at heart—a traitor? In this club, on ’Change, on the street, my ears are filled with insults that. I cannot resent. At times L leaving think seriously of selling and the country. Now that yonr warship has blown herself up in one of our ports it will bo worse than ever.” “I must say all this is rather hard on you, Baya,” said Endicott, dryly sympathetic. “Mercy! If I was in Madrid, I guess my ears would burn.” “Then you and I will keep the peace, my friend. Our individual interfhts, at least, are one—lia! Here is, ■fmnger.” Boated ^■legrarn. boy handed Baya a As he read it the face softened and he ■be message warmly as he ■■I .^Pfrom Captain Y’barra,” he He wires from Matanzas. Read HBRidicott. Ah, Juan! Juan. My brother! How long is it, Endicott, Bince we heard from Juan?” I “One year, two months, .and—er— about a week,” returned the other, Methodically. fears “It is going on four since Juan drew out of the Business here and packed off to Cuba. Ilarti and Garcia, with their revolu¬ tionary plans, completely upset him. Bq ivfi«||jpald weald put his money in, spite of til do. In a general way I km [hat, favorable to Cuba Libre; you know Baya. But I advised Juan kgainst [ering. sinking all his money in filibus But no. He would. He said L^me: ' Bfoust ‘I’m help crippled, the I can’t in fight. other Pays. cause kirn Let us zee. You parted with in anger-—” I “Ye*. But we became friendly BEGCARS, As thou hast asked of me, .Raising thy downcast head, So have I asked of Him, So, trembling, have I plead. Take this, and go thy way; * ■ Thy hunger shall soon cease: Thou prayest but for bread, And I, alas! for peace. —Ella Higginson in Eippincott’s. afterward by letter. I reprobate bis conduct as a born Spaniard, but—be is my brother. You know be went into the interior. Then, after Weyler came and the lines of eommunieation were tightened we did not bear from him any more. I wonder how Y’barra found him? I warrant be is sick of rebellion by this time, and glad at the idea of getting back where bard dollars and good steaks are plentiful.” “Then we are to kill the fatted calf when he arrives?” “Is he not my brother? .But he must repent, if he has not done so al ready. I will aid and succor no re¬ bels.” In Baya’s eyes the fiery glints appeared, but Endicott shook his head. “Tut, tut,” lie remonstrated. “He is none the worse for being a patriot, though silly to throw his money away, Let us see. The ‘Don Carlos’ will be here in about four days if Y’barra starts at the time he mentions in this cable. ” The partners now separated, Baya calling out from the doorway: “Don’t forget the Alfonso Club din ner, Endicott. You are one of our guests, yon know. You will hear some good Spanish arguments, and the Junta will catch fits. Adios.” Endicott picked up the cablegram, Translated, it read: “F. Baja, No. ---tk st.: Will start to-mor row. Full cargo, pines and bananas. Your brother Juan will accompany us. He is in bad shape. You will be sur prised.—(Signed) Y’barra, steamship *D6n Carlos. » ” “That means,” mused Endicott, “that Juan has lost his money, and is sick of the whole business down there, I guess. Ferdinand will give him thunder. Fercj. is growing more bit ter all the time.” i The next day an incident happened j to still further intensify Baya s clis- j like of liis surroundings. He was ! 7 tention lkin S was "P attracted Broadway, to when some his photo- at- j . graphs cally he m a stopped store window. to looked Mecbam- Theyj [ represented a number of the starving ; reconcentrados. The gaunt forms, ; distended abdomens and despairing j faces were pitiful enough, but the sight irritated Baya. ! “Hello, Baya,” said a strident | voice at his shoulder. ‘ ‘Is that one | of the resuits of Spamsli chivalry? Pah! Why don’t Spam let Cuba go, ; anyhow? But Spain will-see? Sou | Spaniards cannot fight modern pitched ‘•arissrstt loud-voiced , • a • - sort l of £ Jt insistent i l a man, emitted a harsh laugh. -Baya grew pa e with anger. “I w! 1! show you one Spaniard who can fight,” he retorted so menacingly that a mutual friend thrust himself between tlie two. saymg: I ■ My, my! This won’t do. In a j crowded street, too. Samuels, be I quiet. ■ . -o Bava, don -i t mmd • ii- him. n Gaul 1 , ! th It I -r was m • Havana ir do i you suppose t I ■ would bristle up every time somebody called the Americans pigs? No, no Learn to give and take, old man.” The incident passed thus, but for the next dav or two Baya had his feelings ruffled more than usual. If he looked at a bulletin board, or picked up a paper, or listened to a political conversation, it was every where tlie same story. Cubans starved, , t tlie .f nr 3Iaine • treacnerously x sunk, i txt Weyler i a butcher, Blanco a numb skull, i ii n Gomez „ n a second i wTn Washington— , \ tt , i ° . Wimi i 1 doubHess^ ,1 • my brother Juan would say amen,” groaned Baya to himself. “But if Juan looks for my aid he must, for once, prove himself a true bpamarci. Word came finally that the ‘ Don Carlos” was in the lower bay. 8he was owned by Baya A Co and plied mostly m the tropical fruit trade. Ow ing to fog she was slow about coming up, so that it was the night of the Al phonso Olio dinner before she pulled into her North River dock. Baya, as vice-president of the club, was very busy attending to various commissions connected with the dm ner. Finding it impossible for him to get off, he deputed Endicott to wel¬ come Juan and bring him to Baya’s up-town apartments. “Make the poor fellow comfortable, Loyd, and tell him what is keeping me. Juan will remember our club dinners. He was a member once, and has eaten more than one of them in the old days before he went daft on Cuba Libre.” But when Endicott reached the dock “To thine own self be true,and it will follow, as night the day, thou cans’t not then be false to any man.” LINCOLNTON, GA.. THURSDAY, JULY 21, 1898 he found only the captain, who was just ordering a thorough search of the ship. “I am, about Juan Baya, most un easy,” quoth Y’barra. “He has not been seen since the ship entered the lower bay, it appears. Ordinarily it would not make so much difference, but--” Here the captain dropped his , voice to a whisper, during which only a disconnected word or two occasion ally was audible to any one except En dicott, whose face sir—rage—-could gradually length ened. “Fact, hard ly eat—pays no attention—one idea— Cuba Libre—strangest thing—wish Baya—-—” looked And so on. Endicott more and more worried. The searchers length reported that Senor Baya was not on board. “How did I find Juan?” quoth the captain after grumbling somewhat, “He came aboard at one of the coast ports. Don't know which one, Senor fEndicott, “Don’t know!” Endicott looked surprised. “St. Jago help me, no. He was found on board just before we got to Matanzas.” “I do not understand, captain. You cannot keep such a poor watch on “No, sir; not that. But you know there are chances to steal on board a vessel often. He was hidden in the hold among the fruit. He was a stow away. “Stranger than ever. Juan Baya came on his own brother’s ship as a stowaway!” “It is the truth, sir. More than that. I have not yet been able to find out where he came from. He won’t tell. His mind—■—” Here Y’barra dropped again to a whisper. “I declare! This quite gets me.” Mr. Endicott’s drawl increased with his perplexity. “I must see Ferdi nand. We have to notify the police.” Night whipping in early from the sea had long swathed the city in a cold, drizzly mist, when a cabman from his perch noticed a loosely muf¬ fled figure limping along the pavement of one of the lower cross streets lead¬ ing from West street to Broaday, Cabby, going at a slow walk along the curb, said to himself: “Dat’s a queer looking guy; must be drunk.” Not looking for a fare in this men, he- MbsecI Ids eyes Then his cab door opened and shut and. the tired horse stopped. Cabby ^d^ps-iurieured' Tlle muffled fi ° me “Well ; I’m blessed!” he ejaculated, „ If ^ eren , t host it mugt a t V,,' Hey, Jack! What’s "^was T calling down the fare hole dnbiousl *{ butwa8 atart j ed to hear a lohr voice exolaim from within, b Alfonso , V iva Cuba Libre!” 8nbsido into unintelligible mut . ’ Fm b i ame d!” quoth ' Cabby, « H b t mon>? W ill I chuck bim nut •>” ’ ^ 1<r ; j , Club Alfonso!” something that sounded more ith a bad cold , . <\ club Mi is ifc? » cogi tated 0 “I know thim blokes. Dagos, 111 risk ye, my sack of grippe. Me fare wi ll come in somewhere.” Re d alld aftei . a fifteen minutes’drive drew up ‘ before a bril liantl 4 Ji ° hted mansio in one 0 f the aemi ele ct u towll neighborhoods affecfced bythe J better class of foreign elS ' (e Here we are, sorr,’’ said Cabby, opening 1 . ° the ,, apor. , ,, “I T guess you’re , toime, , . for „ something ,, . ■ on is going on. , . ■ . . , ’ e Z? n °i, v e C i n S ’ P az ®‘ Yhe muffled 1 paving staggered , , or f’ S av 6 no lleed ’ but B *f red at the ,uildl “ g lo , f S a 7 earu ? a J’ T* 7 ™* to and fro the f while on his ieet. ‘ Far e * P laze ’ aeventy-foive-holy m ° tbeld . Sure, it f is a ghost! Ybe flgure bad dro PP ed tbe cioak and a PP e “« d a " a f d m a maS3 -f rags and tatters that illy concealed 7 xts nakedness. But not this alone star tied tlie cabman so much as o that the ,, .. , and features » , revealed, i i i looked i i * not , unlike rl those of P skeleton . , . mthe - a heed to the cabman, it swayed for waa ’ d l l P th ® ste P s > clutchin S weakl y a ” „ oin . in ,» *> „ as aspe £ ea d 0 “That s tiie.-first club 3 as I’ve kn0 wedtobe haunted. Fare, sez I? Bad cess to him! It’s lucky * I am to get ° H e a p p r opr i ate d the cloak, however, wllich a p peare d to be a nautical one and f Ag j ^ woula bave it the oater Qn the latoh _ The fi and staggered iu. A clinking of « g, asse3 an d an echo of laughter and ^ voice8 floatetl out and was shut in ° in as t]ie door closed, The Club Alfonso dinner was prov ing to be a success, Besides the members there were sundry guests, some of them Americans of pro-Span¬ ish proclivities. The club was of long standing, and had used its pres ent quarters for many years. The cloth had just been removed and the toast to the Queen Regent had just been drunk, wheu Baya, who was presiding, was given a written message by a writer, He appeared to be both moved and vexed, but, excusing himself and calling the Spanish Consul temporarily to the ; chair, ! he hurriedly withdrew. The message was from Endicott, and was as follows: ; “Come to the steamer at once. Let nothing stop you. Juan has mysteri ously disappeared.—Loyd.” v j Meanwhile speech-making and toast- ; ing responded went on. to with “The moderate President” enthusi- was j especially by the Americans j asm, : present. “Spanish Colonies” evoked j many vivas, while the sentiment j i “Weyler, the hero of Cuba,” set the tables frantic. Finally the Consul j himseli rose and, amid breathless at j tention, propounded the toast: “The i ever-faithful isle, ours always and , forever.” j The guests rose, drained their j glasses applause. ami fairly outdid themselves, in Two or thiee newspa per meu smiled slyly, but for the me ment Spanish sentiment reigned su preme. In the midst of the jubilation a door opened and a death-like figure, clothed in literal rags and limping fearfully, entered. For a momeht it paused while the applause died out as the diners stared; plunging forward in a tottering way, it seized a full glass from under the nose of an amazed guest, and, raising it in a shaking hand, lifted up a sepulchral voice: - ; Viva Cuba Libre!” Repeating this three times, with growing quiverings, the creature drained the glass, dropped it shatter | ing to the floor and bowed weakly, The contrast between the splendor and the glitter around and his own j ! rags and emaciation seemed to strike the stranger. He looked at himself, still clutching at the table and grinned in a senile way. Then he said in Spanish: “Pardon y>7 senors. I_I have no dress Cuba' never live' mind Lon" live free! Long the Club Al fonso. 5 Death to those who starve the patriots! Pity and aid the recon trado-l_” Here two waiters seized him at a signal from the Consul. He resisted violently for a moment, then, collaps ing, vutsivelv sank into a chair and wept con “Who and what can he be?” were the nestions that were variously Sfe^kad completely checked the harmonious flow of pa¬ triotic festivity. Many could not. look upon him without a shudder. His yellow skin hung to his bones like parchment; the joints of his limbs bulged, while the shrunken museles betrayed the absence of flesh. More¬ over, though clean, apparently, him¬ self, his tattered clothing, of some coarse cotton stuff, was filthy and mis¬ erably inadequate to the weather without. There was a wild uncer¬ tainty in his swelled eyes that seemed to contend with some half-obscured though intense purpose. There is something shocking in a man’s violent grief, and the circle waited indecisively as the stranger wept, even the waiters drawing back. At last the man looked up. Some¬ thing caught his eye, and grief gave way to excitement. He pointed to the wall where hung a full length portrait of General Weyler. “Who put that there?” he quavered, “Where is Campos?” Club members now recalled that after the deposition of Marshal Gam pos three years before, his portrait had been replaced by that of W eyler, after considerable debate. But how should this skeleton-like scare-crow know? “Ha, ha, ha!” laughed the stranger, for rising, though tottering. “Weyler Campos! A tiger for a lion!” A door opened and in hurried Ferdi nand Baya, followed by Endicott and Y’barra. “Lister. Ferdinand! . cried the stran ger, iu that awful, dead-and-alive voice, the voice of the starved. “Wey¬ ler for Campos! A vulture for an eagle! ”asi for Cuba-my __>» Vr He * fell „ to . weeping • again ■ and . t col lapsing, l ined, his face m his long, claw-hke angers “In ti: name of Heaven Baya who is he? au escaped lunatic? fromthe > onsu . ‘■Well, :at, draw edEndicoit, dryly, “he is w .afeyou Spamaras call a - concenter lo. Pretty picture isn the, from a hv sanitarian point of view ? Exclamations oj! incredulous amaze ment all about, Endicott langhek Ask v aptam Y barra ieie. e brougnt the poor fellow trom Ma tains and swears that he has been starved : itil food doesn t seem to do him mm u good. His mmd is affected, as you can see He is one of the re snlts of pamsh pacificateon. But undicott b sarcasm was lost amid tbe interest excited by Baya s behavior. The latter had entered the Z Thong.i 0m Ui Y a barra ate °f bad T prepared VOU8 eX ?l him eme f for a shock, the wasted figure and half gibberng voice smote upon his sei si An awed silence crept over the guest' At length the Consul gently repex “1 the qf: “I ■ :-v..xce yor, ■,7' teis unfoitu- 3*tc - --, iliya. 'CiX’ he, may i\\e ask “Gentlemen,” saidBaya, straighten^ ’ \ ing up, “this is what is left of Juan Baya, my dear brother. As Eudieott says, he is, or (thank Heaven!) was a recoucentrado. Behold him! Observe him well. He has had all he wanted to eat for days. What must have been his condition the first day? I am a Spaniard and I love Spain. But, so help me, I never knew before what Cubans were undergoing that Cuba might be free.” quavered “Viva Cuba Libre!” the reconcentrado. “I am lame. I could not fight. No—no—I—could— not-” “He could starve, though,” mut tered Endicott, grimly. “Lookout, Baya!” The starved wretch had fainted, They carried him out to the still waiting cab and Baya lield him ten derly as the brothers were driven home. The banquet resumed its course, but the flow of enthusiasm seemed to have been quenched in the piteous depths of Juan’s starved and bulging eyes. The Consul took an early leave, and his departure was the signal for a gen eral breaking up. One of the newspaper men button holed Y’barra, who had remained, as to Juan Baya’s history. “1 don’t know much,” said the captain. “He came aboard ns a stowaway and nearly killed himself eating pinis and bananas in the hold before we nailed him. He said he was on the dock somewhere, saw our boat, remembered the name ‘Don Carlos’ and crawled on board unseen. I sup pose he must have been caught by Weyler’s order in some interior town, and, having spent everything and being a cripple, he was penned up with thousands of others. Anyhow, he is a wreck. If he recovers, we | shall know more of his history. in his He has a certain degree of cunning semi-lunacy, and managed to leave I tke koat M’t.er donning his old rags j a 8 ain ; We had given him clean cloth - ln S* 1 suppose he came to the Alfonso | Club because, years ago he was a member and lived here at the rooms. “We must have his picture,” com mel * ted news P a P el ,' man ’ “Whitt a sll0 ' v lie ' vould make lOT a dlm v « r” Y barra shrugged , , , his . shoulders . ,, anu , ' u prolle d lds e ^ es ’ “ You Amencanoes ’ he , exclaimed . . , “You are incorrigible, —hew York WORDS OF WISDOM. Truth is the secret of eloquence. The best-known remedy for laziness, is to go to work. Safety and success are the euds of all wise counsel. Temptation is not dangerous until you want to yield. There are few sermons neither too long nor too short. The rich man who doesn’t give, will always remain poor. Judgment and decision are man’s great wheels of fortune. The merry-hearted have a fortune that thieves cannot steal. If good resolutions could furnish wings, everybody would fly. The good man’s life is like the spark that is brightest at the close. You cannot tell by the size of the tree, how the apples will taste. Nothing is so pleasing or so horrid as music of your own harp, 0 j silence is often more valuable than the gift of speech, An hour of careful thinking is worth more than ten of careless talking. Fashion rules the largest empire and collects her tax in gold and blood. Earth has no brighter blossom than the little child smiling through rags, jt is not our failures that ruin us, j bu t our fear and tardiness in making new beginnings after failure.—Ram’s j jjg rn . Montenegrins as Soldier** The Montenegrin army is wonder- , | fully strong for so small a Nation, and I consists of 24,000 men, divided into divisions of 12,000 each. Each of , ^ diviaions inol udes two brigades. ; : Every Montenegrin ° brigade is formed battalio ns , sp!e „didly armed i wi thMin i e and Thomas Sedert rifles, Thereigningprinceisthecommander- fa ^ under him is a chief of the staff, with two generals of division and four brigadier generals, -7 consists almost entirely of iufaut itll a smal , contingent ofar j ti llery. To tlieir great physical t eng yj marvelous agility and keen j | e ight ble the knowiedge Montenegrin of everything joins a re¬ llaarka per , inin ^ to tbe science of warfare, But | I 1 ticu]al . charac t e rizes the Montene 4 1 . in as a warrior and what makes h superior ^ to any European Wi ig bis roBg scnse „f individu | u ft bispri ‘ de of independence, which b m to perform tbe most won derful acts of courage. Though small, Montenegrin army , owing to the I ial cbarac t er istics‘of its soldiers, f tbat will play a leading part » mo P e ’ _____________________________ o..e way to Have Knough Woo.1. By calling the hatchet a machete an j Atchison woman has induced her vvar like boys to take the greatest interest in keeping her woodbox filled with kindling.—Atchison Globe. \ NO. 7. CARE OF SOLDIERS’ FEET. fhese Hints Are Intended for Women Wh Wish to Help Men Friends. A good many soldier hoys who ar£ fitting themselves for experience in Cuba have been induced' by their well meaning but ignorant friends to pur¬ chase a lot of ^refined sulphur to wear in their boots by way of a preventive against yellow fever. Good, clean wheat flour would be quite as effective as far as warding off the yellow jack goes, and would do very much less harm In the boots of an infantryman. Any woman knows, or ought to know, that the best part of a warrior t strength lies in his feet. * Long, rapid marches have won almost as many battles as steady courage and good markmanship. Therefore, it be¬ hooves sweethearts and wives to frown on the sulphur superstition, and before sending their country’s defenders to the front take some of the following precautions: Just suggest to your brave, good man to buy his boots close in the heel and broad in the toe. If his feet are in a state of tender irrita¬ tion, as the feet of city dwellers are apt to become just at the advent of spring, persuade him to let you poultice the particular sensitive spots for a couple of nights in succession. A little flaxseed meal into which boiling water and a bit of sweet cream is stirred makes the proper poultice. It must be tied on the foot while quits warm and kept there all night, The way it draws inflammation out of ten¬ der, reddened joints is a wonder, This is the proper treatment for soft corns and bunions, but not for hard corns, until after tcey have been skillfully cut. Then if any soreness is left a poultice will quiet the pain in short order. To harden and purify the skin of a pair of feet that are not accustomed to much walking, institute night and morning foot baths of cold water well impregnated with listerine. If there is any ignorance on this point, show the prospective soldier how to cut the nails always straight across, never down in the corners. The nail should be cut to a level with the top of the toe, and if the corners are left un¬ touched they will not grow in. unless the shoe is worn entirely too short.. At the druggist’s order a little box of salve, put up in a tiny porcelain jar with a screw top. Gold cream, work?d up with witch hazel, are the proper in¬ gredients, and drop this into the sol¬ dier boy’s baggage, with instructions for its use on feet that 'are sore and strained from unusual walking. Show the recipient of this gift how, when he strips off his socks, to rub the unguent quickly into the skin, and solemnly warn him never to march in ragged hosiery. Do not send a defender of his coun¬ try off to the wars in colored socks— unbleached balbriggan is the proper clothing, and looking over his socks see to it that every pair is whole and good. That one that shows the tiniest darn must be cast out, for on a march it can easily rub a sore, atul a raw heel will as effectually dampen a man’s fighting ardor as a raging toothache under the hot summer sun of the Southern States and of Cuba Shoes that are greased, enameled or treated with any but the thinnest dressing are intolerably warm and tend to make the feet swell. The Indians knew what they were about, when they invented the moccasin, and if a pair of slippers is packed in a soldier’s kit, he will get more comfort out of these pliable, cool foot bags of soft leather than any gear of civilized make. A DELICATE OPERATION. Dr. Pills: Yes, old Milyuns was on tbe verge of nervous prostration, all through worrying about his money. Dr. Squills; How did you cure him? “I removed the cause of the trouble,” The number of soldiers on duty in the Federal army during the Civil War is given as follows*. July 1, 1861, 183,- 588; January 1, 1862, 527,204; January 1 1803, 098,802; January 1, 1804, 011,- 250; January 1, 1S05, 820,924; May 1, 1865, 797,807. GEORGIA RAILROAD. -a rsr 33— Connections. For Information as to Routeo, Sched —ules and Rates, Both— Passenger m& Freight Write to either of the undersigned. You will receive prompt reply and reliable information. JOE. W. WHITE, A. G. JACKSON, T. P. A. G. P. A. Augusta, GS-a. s. W. WILKES, H. K. NICHOLSON, C. F. & P. A. G. A. Atlanta. Athene. W. W. HARDWICK, S. E. MAGILfi, S. A. C, F. A. Macon. Maoon. M. R. HUDSON, F. W. COFFIN, S. F. A. S. F. & P. A Milledge viile. Augusta.