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CROCKERY,
GLASSWARE
House FurnisttM
Tin-lPlato,
Stoves,
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MACON, »A.
HOW TDM faViiOl 'iMOtM
BUY YUM II \ J ! t
J. M. LVlfWtfll*
Wright@nrtllfe,<S&.
sgj-H* ««**<■ tanr«oeoa**d,iGfti^.
SERIES, and will eel! as low as the lfm» , ,
Jslieoes, ™---y-— T* : tlHnf I’lfiarii i. LJ lt ’n
mil Shoes ot 48 kinds.
Bacon, Flour, CoflSse, Riee, etc , ntwayi- n n
mod. Also a ntea Mteotion of
Millinery Snufih,
Inch** lAdies’WftB, 1 R>bhon» art<l Fl«»a! i>o
ill (tesorurtions, and various 'dthur’ithlag* '»>o
annul on j to munlion. CSalkaUikMd'JUf yofir
wit.
OAR HART (UXOOD
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Hardware, Iron & Sma.
Carriage Material,
Cotton Clrts,
Crrcularr 6
LeaM flilrllffi,
PAINTS, CDUSS, Steo.
Macon, *• 2
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Jl. W,BRINSON & CO.,
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Georgia,
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kept in Ac
iUnrnigr Store, j
v\WteteHit«af%*ref*eWn»,ttkipriee*-ta suit th*
iMtwteaftdifu»«ip»viMBdt(i(fiauaa!oTd«r8 ae>hcrcust ant
prewhfultt* t possible notice.
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'«e#bi¥pif«w«vnim.it«i.v*TO)iu*l)rauee».
TOT. 63 . < Dill E. 8k CO,
Wt/onwaau-ami retail dealers in
Mimgc mum himbss
StdttJssarr ; >ml i JQteajthw
Atm packing,
Fpheebtand Amerieiwt CaMiiSkinsit Sete, Ran
nee$e Ifttdlp« ll’Jrteut Leather,
vwitrgs AMm sMxmsmv ware,
THUNKS. VALISES,
WttHfetSWMtp, Savannah, Ga
Ooktw ty-imMi; promptly attended to.
A. INI. INMtfmas,,
mitoiWWMff]®!
aa Specialty,
Aiiif*wrkkiirt(TtJvtad, ]Uf, tay cam wifi re«eiv«
'pramptattflufian., Umuo** rwwanuble anil
ii*h(S*MViH«*purmit«ed in every instance.
VfpJjJ&saMTB. Agxht.
iMrliljHaiWMe, Georgia,
I to v' a l- ! «wtls .'i mlflr*on« thorough repair*,
awowmodato th«
'uWifi<w#biUiO<finttrt4ho market afford*. Th«
priu«*.pfiidlarooi»utcy produce.
ftMiss iiair.'Ff j I&, McWhorter,
hand * nice selection of
ii Par Goods
SEOULA»fa
L&WEStRATB, PJBBON8.,
FMKWERS Ajsno TRIMMINGS
al»» A nlM assortment oi
i«Wkp*U0W»*,eta„ aUnfqr sale aa cheap at
tlfeekMWfipefct. 1 am, also prepared t/» out, fit
iml ntaWedntseeaat. short notice. Cali on mt
iQiiomj’pm b te Mih ctoiawhere.
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I-«on Wrightavllle Road
Iq now prepared to make and repair
Bows, Eto,
I kkepieenstenHsHom hand, a lame "took ol
PJqwwsarrtLiCfenijs*. wfctobtiliam selling at
rtttsooM<i'rate*.,
XT. IT, 8k m X. DENT,
EJfihtmdte- wcetPl Wrlgbtsviile, Qa.
SjlCPpcoiWSaatiS jOBT)hhud<»« fine assortment
obiPp n*o
Wnes, Ales, Lager,
^ Pksfela»)cO®«t Tutaape, Cigars, Candies,
0 re^ Sardines, and a
ttlii line of iamily '
(EaQCERIES 1
> UobrH»W»hw#f,w»lii saU at mride figures,
Gjyeus* .trial. Respestfnlly,
JjT, && J..DRNT.
BV & SON
WteBHBBWTitUC; Ga*
M SH0P -
i MspfttisiUtr ol H&ntation Work. Wagons,
PBagiw* e»<, miwleaaU repaired.
Pfil w# fa Bud r! PJo »y-8toelt» of all kinds, and
, WN ' uki pf Wood nuu Iron Work done by
AA J- BRADBY & SON,
Weigh teville, Ga.
Jtrirm A. Shivers 8 a Son,
TElOfttl* GA.,
A*»-new prepared to bnild, repair and
overhaul l
cairhjes. Bmps. Wagons, &c.
ak”- ate a ipseialSp <4 Qm
SI., bj step.
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count this thingiobe grandly true,
To^D^r LiitinL^rhfl 1 !Li tnd .J* i i ’
’
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rise by things that are under our feet,
By what we have mastered ot good
By the pride deposed and the passion
&»« the vanquished ills we hourly meet.
We hope, we aspire, we resolve, we trust,
When the morning calls us to liie and light,
But our hearts grow weary, and, ere the
night,
Our lives are trailing the sordid dust.
Wings for the angels, but Ieet for men!
We may borrow the wings io And the way—
We may hope, and resolve, and aspire and
pmy,
But our feet must rise, or we’ll fall again.
Only in dreams is the ladder thrown
From the weary earth to the sapphire walls
But the dreams depart and the vision stone.' falls’,
And the sleeper wakes on his paiow of
,-q , T'k . , ^” ‘
Fi-..u»tart»«niT.tti^tod3L.
And we mount to its summit, round by round.
—J. G. Holland
A CARELESS WORD.
“It’s all that awkward creature’s
fault!” said Chrissy Vervain, impa¬
tiently.
Miss Vervain had been shopping ail
day, and was tired and petulant. At
another time she would probably have
been gracious and forbearing with i he
dressmaker’s young woman. Now, the
least omission or carelessness became
magnified, in her eyes, into a serious
misdemeanor.
She stood in front of the great, glisten¬
ing cheval-glass, a slight, exquisitely
proportioned figure, critically vi< wing
the fit of the new satin dress, exactly
the color of a heliotrope blossom, while
the tim'd attendant stood axuiously by.
It was her first experience in the sho w
rooois, and she was painfully eager to
please.
“ Doesn’t it fit you, miss?” she ven¬
tured to ask.
“Fit me!” echoed Chrissy, with a
Fcornfultoss of her pretty young head.
“What a question! Why, the dress is
ruined! Where is Mrs. Golden? Do
send some one to me that understands
bei business!”
So, when Mrs. Golden herself, at the
head of the dressmaking establishment,
hurried in, Chrissy declared the dress
was a failure, that she couldn't, would n’t,
and shouldn’t wear it!
“I do wish, Mrs. Golden,” said Miss
Vervain, imperiously, “you wouldn’t
give such valuable material like this
into the hands of such an awkward girl.
Really, one would think, in an estab¬
lishment like this, would be a little
more particular!”
“ Indeed!” timidly spoke up the girl,
“I cut it exactly according to the
measurement; and—”
"You will favor me, young woman,
by being silent,” said Mrs. Golden, who
was by far too well versed in the ways
of the world to take the part of the
weaker party. ‘ ‘ Let me assure you that
I have no idea of losing aii my custom¬
ers through your awkwardness. Go to
the workrooms at once. I will see you
later in the afternoon. Now, Miss Ver
vain,” altering her voice to a soft and
obsequious accent, “it you will allow
me, I will try to ascertain whether we
cannot alter the dress to suit you.”
Half an hour later Miss Vervian’a car¬
riage, &Lken-cushloned, and 2ined with
downy rugs and fleecy foot-muffs, drove
away through the orange glitter of the
December sunset.
“Really,” said Chrissy to herself, as
she leaned back anl thrust her pink
kidded hands into the little sealskin
muff, “the dress wasn’t actually spoil¬
ed, after ail. That Golden woman is
quite a genius in her way; and I’m
almost sorry that I spoke so pettishly to
the little apprentice girl. But when one
is tired one cannot always command
one’s tongue.”
While the glistening carriage was
rolling, on noiseless springs, over the
aristocratic pavement of Fifth avenue,
poor little Elsie Emmons was hurrying
down the dimly-lighted purlieus of a
narrow wilderness of lane-like streets,
her veil drawn tightly over her face, her
eyes obscured by tears, until she en¬
tered a little red brick house which
stood in a yard, a few feet back from the
street, with a plumber’s tin sign on one
side of the door, and the printed adver¬
tisement of “Rooms to Let” on the other.
Although it was only dusk out doors,
it was quite dark in the low-ceiled
basement-room where Mrs. Emmons,
pale-faced woman, dressed in ru3ty
b lack, had just lighted a kerosene u.
( The fire, economically keptfiownto
Isnky schoolboy was studying Lisles
Son, with both elbows on the table,
mt yhile two little girls, easily initiated
° **
were threading black bugles on wire, lo
make cheap mourning ornaments tor
^ le millinery stores.
Mrs. Emmons looked up in surprise.
“Why, Elsie, it can’t be you?” said
Sue.^ “Homealready? And it isn’t six
yet Elsie '”, Emmons dung herself, sob
, ber mother’s
arms.
es > * am borne, mother,” she ful
-ered, through her tears. “And, what
* 8 *f. 0r< 7 1 ne ver go back t0 Mrs
-
^ oldett . 1 lost situation, .
S a 8 a * tt • xe my
mot ‘ jer ( ) ’
-
“Lost your situation, child!” Mrs.
Emmons stood with a face of dismay;
selw olboy looked up from his books.
aud utte ^ d a Ion ^’ Iow whistle; even
tbe two little girls _ stopped in their busy
mal “P u l at io ns > and stared with round
eyes. “ And how ever did that hap
i*»»"
..;:it’ 11 8 like ,k a “rur bad dream her ‘ ”s Tbere tadE,,ie was a -
Stand young lady there—one of Mrs.
Golden’s best customers—and her dress
didn’t fit, and she found fault with me.
And Mrs. Golden said I answered ba ;k
iDsoiently; but indeed—indeed I did not
mean it. So now I am discharged; and,
oh, mother! what shall we do f"
“ The Lord only knows !*’ said poor
Mrs. Emmons, sinking down on a chair
and dissolving into tears. “ And the
landlord was here about the rent rot
half an hour ago, and I told him he
should have it when your quarter’s
wages were paid. And there’s the coal
me? chant, and the grocer, and the now
suit that Billy ought to have—”
“ Never mind me,” valiantly spoke up
Billy. “ I’ll do well enough, with a
patch or t jro extra. But that cross old
landlord means business, and there isn’t
a peck of coal left in the bin. And it is
too bad about Elsie’s situation, I de¬
clare ! But don’t fret, sis. Maybe
you’ll get another.”
“It’s not likely,” said Mrs. Emmons,
despairingly—“ with no reference from
the last employer, and winter setting in.
I do think we’re the unluckiest people
in the world.”
Miss Vervain was sitting in her gayly
decorated little Japanese boudoir, where
the anthracite fire sent up its shoot ing
spires of flame and the scarlet birds
warbled fitfully in the sunshine— and
Mr. Dent, tin assistant rector of the
parish, was with her.
“Visit a sick person? Of court e I
will!" said Chrissy. cheerily.' “I’m
always anxious to do all the good I
can.”
Aud the little girl really meant it. Bhe
was a good-hearted girl in the main,
and her brief visitations of ill-temper
were quickly over. Nor need we say
that she had long since forgotten the
little episode of the ill-fitting heliotrope
satin dress.
So Chrissy Vervain wrote down the
address on one of her perfumed cards,
and that very afternoon set forth on her
mission of mercy.
It was a tall, dismal-looking tenement
house, and Chrissy had to inquire her
way up staircase after staircase, until
she reached a cramped and close-smell,
ing little room, the door of which was
opened by a pallid, elderly woman.
“Is this Mrs. Emmons ?” said Chrissy,
pleasantly. “ I h ive called to ask what
I can do tor your sick daughter, madam.
Mr. Dent sent me.”
“ It’s not much any one can do for
her in this world,” said Mrs. Enmions
with a suppressed seb in her voice.
“ You’ll please excuse the room, miss.
It’s a poor place; but we’re poor people.
My daughter lost her place three months
ago, and we’ve been running down
steadily ever since. She was in a dress¬
maker’s place, miss, and one of the fine
lady customers—God forgive her—com¬
plained and fonnd fault, and the madam
dismissed her, just as the winter set in;
and she lost heart, miss—Elsie did—and
we moved on a wet day, for the land¬
lord wouldn’t keep us, and she took
cold, and has never held up her head
since.”
Mrs. Emmons talked mechanically
on, and Chrissy Vervain stood silently
looking down upon the pallid, wasted
figure in the bed, worn away with low
lever, and murmuring deliriously to her¬
self. Elsie Emmons did not know the
richly-dressed young lady—in fact, she
knew no one now—but Miss Vervain
had a good memory for faces, and she
recognized the dressmaker’s young
assistant in a second.
“ She—she surely is not going to die?”
gasped Chrissy.
For at that instant shs felt almost as if
the red stain of murder was on her soul,
“ I don’t know, miss,” said Mrs. Em
mons, wiping the tears from her eyes,
“Sbe’a very bad, and the doctor don’t
—and now she is going from us! 1 ’
Chrissy was silent; her heart seemed
to grow chill within her. Only a care-
1«» word-and how much harm it had
done! How the circles in life’s pool are
widening, ever widening, from the
pebbles flung in by unthinking hands.
4 ‘But she shall not go from you!” she
said, iii a choked voice. “ I will wait
here and sen the doctor. Something
must be done, Please, please, Mrs, Em
mons, do not despair.”
And Elsie did not die. Miss Vervain
W as a constant watcher at her bedside.
Every luxury that wealth could obtain
was at her command; and fanned by
this perpetual care, the faint spark of
life blazed up once more and E.sie did
not die.
And when she was strong enough.
Miss Vervain’s own carriage carried her
to Mrs. Golden's well-known door.
“Seo here, Mr3. Golden,” said the
heiress, authoritatively, “I want you
to take Elsie Emmons back. It was my
fault tbat .1. w„ Staged; «»» I
t'?? And the 0 smill **? ng 4 ***^” modiste was only loo
happy to accede to Miss Vervain’s
caprice.
“It isn’t very often,” said Chrissy,
with a smile, “ that people can undo
the mischief they have caused in this
world. But I believe I amtheexcep
tional ease. 1 1
And her conscience was clear again
from the cruel consequences of her care
less words,
Onr Bodies After Death.
Within a very near approach to truth,
the human family inhabiting the earth
lias been estimated at 1,000,000,000; the
annual loss by death i3 18,000,000.
Now, the weight of the animal matter
of this immense body cast into the
grave is no less than 634,000 tons, and
iis decomposition produces 9,000,000,
000,000 cubic feet of matter. The vege¬
table productions of the earth clear
away from the earth the gases thus gen¬
erated, and decomposing and assimila¬
ting them for their own increase. This
circle of changes has been going on ever
since man became an occupier of the
earth. He feeds on the lower animals
and on the seeds of plants, which in
due time become a part of himself.
The lower animals feed upon the herbs
and grasses, which, in their turn, be¬
come the animal; then, by its death,
again pass into the atmosphere, and are
ready once more to be assimilated by
plants. The earth or bone substance
alone remaining where it is deposited,
and nbt even there unless prosecuted as
a common swindler.
The Other Fellote’t 8ln.
How easy it is to see the sins of other
people. Even a child can do that. A
Boston Sunday-school superintendent
tells of an experience of his in support
of this truth. One Sunday he found in
his' school a class of urchins recently
gathered in from the street, without a
teacher for the day; so he took them in
hand. He came right down to first
principles, and talked about sin and
salvation. Ono of his pointed questions
was, “Is there any sinner in this class?”
Instantly the answer came from one oi
the brightest of the boys, who pointed
to another boy at the end of the seat,
and said, “Yes, that feller down
there.” That boy was more outspoken
than he would have been if lie had been
longer in the school; but his mode of
judging was much that of those long
under Christian training. There is no
sorrow like our sorrow; and no sin
like—“that feller’s down there."—
Sunday-School Times.
Bad Such Pretty Ways With Uer
“ She had such pretty ways with her.’
That was the reason an uonest, liard
woiking man gave for marrying a girl
of whom he knew little else, but who
was really a professional bigamist,
traveling about the country and marry
ing husband after husband as a matter
of speculation.
It is the "pretty ways” of woman
which has ruined many a man of every
age, including the greatest of generals
statesmen and philosophers.
If the “ pretty ways ” come from the
heart it is all right. If they arc the
result of cold, selfish, calculating art
woe is to him who falls their victim.
Nothing is truer than that women are
both better and worse than men. A man.
could hardly be so bad as a woman is
when she puts on the prettiest way3 of
her sex for mischief.
Magnificent satin fabrics are imported. ,
covered with Vesuvius beads of a fine
quality, whose dazzling rays give the:
material the effect of being covered with
previous stones.
XO. 41 .
Rotary Rhymes;
A little love,
A little glove,
A little rosohud tor a token;
A little sigh
For days gone by—
A little girl heart-broken.
—Boston Courier.
Another man
Woos Sarah Ann,
With bank-book well extended,
A social crown,
A house in town,
And Sarah’s heart is mended.
—New Xork Commercial.
A little boot,
A little foot,
A little hugging closer;
A little tap,
A thundering rap—
Down the stairs he goes, sir.
— Heading Newt.
HUMOR DIJS.
Walking is the “sole” occupation of
pedestrians.
Love is blind, yet the average young
American doesn't object to that kind of
blindness.
It is astonishing how tall men sud¬
denly become short when the January
bills flock in on them.
There is a woman in Philadelphia
who thinks so much of her husband
that she commences warming him the
moment lie comes in the house.
A crusty old bachelor says the reason
the female face is devoid of hair is be¬
cause woman couldn’t keep her tongue
long enough for a barber to shave Her.
Scene in a college: Professor—" Who
will see Mr. B. before next Monday P”
Lady student (hesitating and blushing)
—“ I shall see him Sunday night, prob¬
ably.”
An inquiring man thrust his lingers
into a horse’s mouth to see how many
teeth it had, and the horse closed its
mouth to see how many fingers the man
had. The curiosity of each was fully
satisfied.
No man can accurate.y prophesy the
events of the future, but he can make a
pretty good gues3 at one of ’em when he
sees a cat and a bulldog starting to go
around the corner of a house from op¬
posite directions.
A new style of wall paper is made
without either figure or tint, so that it
gives the walls of the room that vacant
expression of subdued intellectuality
that is so marked in the features of a
man pianist Hawkeye.
“ That’s a steal engraving, isn’t it ?”
Mahlstiek sidto his neighbor Burin,
suddenly coming out and catching him
going off with the artist’s ax. “ Oh, no,”
Burin said, a little confused, “it’s only
a wood-cut.”— Burdette.
Joseph Snow, of Indiana, told his
wife to shut her head. That was twen¬
ty-one years ago, and she has not
spoken since, though constantly living
together as man and wife. Joseph ia
of course fat and contented.
A Cincinnati man found a rough
looking individual in his cellar. “ Who
are you?” he demanded. “The ga3
man come to taxe t he meter,” was the
reply. “Great heavens!” cried the
household, “I hoped you were only a
burglar.”
There is a man in our town,
And he is wondrous wise;
Whenever he has goods to sell
He straight doth advertise;
And when he finds his goods are gone,
He hurries in another lot
To advertise again.
After all the evidence was in, a Gal¬
veston judge ssxed the accusi-d, who,
was charged with stealing a watch, if
he had anything more to offer. “ I did
have an old silver watch to offer you,
judge, but my lawyer borrowed it and
hasn’t brought it back yet.”— Qalves
ton News.
A Western town a
Recently she arrested a man, and he,
hoping to flatter her into letting him
escape, told her she was the handsomest
woman he ever saw. And did she let
him escapeP No! She wouldn’t let
that man out of her sight, anyway, but
wanted him around all the time. Trick¬
ery is sure to fail in the end.— Boston
Pott.
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Growth of Trees.
As the results of observations and
from the testimony of reliable men the
following is about the average growth
in twelve years of the leading desirable
varieties when planted in belts or groves
and cultivated. White maple, one foot
in diameter and thirty feet high; ash,
leaf maple or box elder, one foot in di¬
ameter and twenty feet high; white
willow, one and a half feet in diameter
and forty feet high; yellow willow, one
and a half feet in diameter and thirty
five feet high; Lombardy poplar, ten
inches in diameter and forty feet high;
blue and white ash, ten inches in di¬
ameter and twenty-five Icethigh; black
walnut and butternut, ten inches in di¬
ameter and twenty feet high.