The Northeastern progress. (Harmony Grove, Ga. [Commerce, Ga.]) 1878-18??, September 18, 1878, Image 1

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Newspaper Page Textvvvvvvvvvvvvvv 13 Y MAT.COM STAFFORD. VOLUME I. giullu'astern jgxosxm. PUBLISHED AT Harmony Grove, Jackson Coury, Ga., EVERY WEDNESDAY MORNING. MALCOM STAFFORD. Editor, Publisher and Proprietor. Ojlee in J. .V. Wood's new Store-house, Up stairs, Carnesville Avenue. TERMS’- One copy twelve months, , .. oO One copj six months One copy four months One copy two months igrCLUBS OF FOUR will be furnished the piper for FIVE DOLLARS, always in advawe. RATES OF ADVERTISING. One Dollar per inch (or less space.) and Fiftt Cents for each subsequent insertion. cards $(’,.00 per annum. tgyLiheral arrangements w ill be made with those desiring to make contracts for monthly, quarterly, half-yeatly or yearly advertising, ra-Llberal terms to candidates wishing announcements made. Prices according to number of publications made. amt DIRECTORY. lb. J, GmmELh, attorney at law, Atlanta, Georgia. PRACTICES iu the I'. S. Circuit and Dis trict Courts at Atlanta, and the Supreme and Superior Courts of the State. jyl<* Mrs. S. J. Year gin, CUTTING AND FITTING LA DIES’ AND GENTS’ DRESS ING, &c. kc. 49-All work warranted to give satisfaction. Also, keeps ready-macle Bonnets for sale. jylO Northeastern Hotel, ua uvo xy nno via, aa. 13y SOLOMON SEEGAR. ANY person traveling by the way of Harmony Grove, and wishing to stop over, can find cheap fare at the Northeast Hotel. Also, persons wishing to go to Jefferson or Homer, or any other point, can get conveyance from the proprietor. J. E. WILSON.] , I-L P. WILHITE. Wilson <t Wilhite, Manufactiilcrs and Dealers lif.iffW/i* •>( FURNITURE, BURIAL CASES and coffins, nj-shop and ware-room ia the old “ Bowden Store house,” south side of Carnesville avenue Harmony Grove, Ga. -I" 1 '® 26 Mrs. E. A. Bohannon, MANTUA-MAIvER. CUTTING AND FITTING DRESSES A SPECIALTY. xsr All Work warrented to give satisfac tion. J ’y. 3 J. 11. Ray, G ENERAL BL AC IvS MIT IT TNG HORSE-SHOEING, AC., AC. * Work done at short notices and war ranted to give satisfaction. Charges reason able. Jas. M. King, PLAIN AND FANCY HOUSE AND SIGN PAINTER, ORAINER, HARRIER, KALSOMIN cr and raper-Hangcr, Harmony Grove, Georgia. rre Orders by mail promptly attended to Terms reasonable and work warranted to please. j)r. W. S. Alexander, SURGEON DENTIST, —’'" “ jlarinony Grove, Jackson Cos., Ga. rsn SHU offtTs his service to the citizens of thSTurrou.uling gantry. Can be found at home when not proi absent J uljo j*opb Bakuow David e. BaUuuw, J#. Barrow Bros, ATTORNEYS at law, ATHENS, GA. 49- Office corner College Avenue and Clayton street, tip stairs. _ __ _ Newton House, BROAD STREET, ATHENS, GEORGIA. A. D. CLIN A HD, Prop’r. Board, $2 00 per day. jane 26 Lamar Cobb. Ho well Cobb. L. & H. Cobb, . attorneys at law, ATHENS, GA. 49- Office in Deuprce Building. JulyS. B. 9. BOHANNON.] fC. w - WILCOX. Bonannon & Wilcox, One door east of Solomon Seegar’s store, Har mony Grove, Georgia. HARNESS, BRIDLES, &c., tfadr to order and Repaired at short notice guaranteed. june Goss it* Cos., Railroad Street , HARMONY GROVE, GA. S DEALERS ill Dry Goods, Groceries, Shoes. Tobacco, Cigars, and everything usually in a general store. oils always cheap for cash. J idyl Arrival and Duparture of Mails. Athens Mail, daily, except Sundays. Arrive 7:59 a. m. Leave 6 :T0 p. m. Northern Mail, viaN. E R. R., daily, except Sunday. Arrive 6:30 p. m. Leaves 8:07 a. m. Jefferson Mail, daily, except Sunday. Arrive 4 p. m. Leave 8 a. m. Homer Mail, every Wednesday. Arrive 11 a. m. Leave 12 m. Carncsville Mail, every Saturday. Arrive 1 D ni. Leave 2 p. m. Mails positively c'osed half an horn- before de parture. ”• GOSS, I. fli. Communications. Closing of Mr. T. 0. Carlton’s School, New Salem, Banks Cos. The following letter, from a revered correspondent, was hand ed in to the Progress officeduiing the absence of the Editor, and without paying particular attention to the contents, it was filed away under the impression that it was “ matter” intended for the “Ladies’ Department” of the paper, hence its non-appearance last week. Mr..Editor-. —The exercises of Mr. T. C. Carlton’s High School, closed Friday, the 30th ult. A few spectators were present to wit ness the closing exercises. The young gentlemen had quite a spir ited debate on the subject— “ Should there he a qualification for voting.” The arguments on both sides were very good, and did honor to Mr. Carlton’s teaching. Some of the young men showed talent of a high order, and we doubt not that the laurel wreath of fame will, at some future day, crown the brow of some of the young speakers. The young ladies read some very interesting compo sitions, and the more juvenile members of the school made some excellent speeches. As an educa tor, Mr. Carlton has no superior and few equals. He is a thorough scholar and a true Christian gentle man, and we predict for him a bright future. The hour of parting was sad in deed. The green vine of friend ship that had twined its tendrils so closely around that little band, and had united them so closely in the youthful bond of sympathy, must he severed. They must say fare well; perhaps, to meet no more forever. How many could say— “ This is our last farewell, our hist foiul meet ing. The world is wide and we must dwell apart; Mv spirit gives thee now ils Ui-twild grcciing, \Vhllc pulse to pulse'is lxviting and heart b> heart.” j ' . The bright luilcyt>|i days of girll hood passed at the dear old acade my, and litter, the classic hall of our Alma Mater. How dear the memory to our heart! The friend ships formed there, will cease only when death writes its omega. How are those friends of our early years scattered —“some at the bridal, some at the tomb.” We remem ber one, the dearest, best of all; a dark-eyed Indian maiden from the Choctaw nation. How we loved each other! not a thought we did not share! A few years passed, and our young friend was the belle of society at the gay Capital of Washington City. Wealthy, beautiful, gifted—we heard of her as the fair wild-wood flower that won all hearts by the sparkle of her wit. But sad changes came.— Years afterward, she wrote us of the dark cloud of misfortune that had cast a shadow over her life. After writing of the death of her three brilliant young brothers, and the reverse of fortune, she said, “to you, my best of all friends, I have opened a sad page in my life’s his tory to-day, which may cause you to sigh for the sake of olden times —when you smiled when you knew I was glad, and wept when you knew I was saddened.” Ah! these early school-girl attachments! after-life has nothing half so pure and disinterested. I have sadly diversed ; but Mr. Carltou’s closing brought to my mind, so forcibly, my own happy school days. The young people will soon all have vacation. The long winter months will be a good time for study. We suggest that the older people get up a literary club, and get the youngjpeople in terested, at Harmony Grove. It would be such good recreation for the winter months. *******. [COMMUNICATED.] Respect Old Age. Mr: Editor: —Please allow me, through the columns of your excel lent paper, to express a few thoughts relating to those who are burdened with declining age.— With what degree of indifference do we look upon those who are tottering, in declining years, upon the brink of the grave! Have we passed into utter oblivion respec ting the days when our parents so tenderly loved, fostered and even idolized us? Those whose heads are frosted with many winters! Soon are they destined to pass through the portals of endless eternity ! With what a degree of pleasure should we strive to ren der them comfortable and happy, while it is cur pleasure to enjoy their society. While with us, it HARMONY GROVE, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, SEPT. 18,1878. may be morn, or even if we have passed into the noontide of life, around them is falling evening twi light. Soon shall they sleep be neath the sod—mouldering back to their former dust. llow careful should we be to obey the fifth com mandment, “Honor thy Father and thy mother, that thy days may be long in the land which the Lordtby God giveth.thee.” Tenn. MISCELLANY. THE BEAUCHAMP TRAGEDY. WHAT MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED IN VE NICE, RUT DID HAPPEN IN KENTUCKY. The Assassination of Attorney-Gen eral Sharp—A Betrayed Girl’s Vengeance Marrying Another Lover to Accomplish it, and Killling Herself the Night Before lie icas Hanged. Of the many crimes committed on the sacred soil of Kentucky, there never has been one for ro mance of incident, chivalry of mo tive, tragedy of ending, equal to that of the Beauchamp atfair. Though transpiring many years ago, its details have lost none of their freshness, and the high stand ing of the families and their per sistent efforts to suppress every thing relating to it, have tended to perpetuate its rememberance, and render it a romance that even at this late day all Kentuckians love to talk about and wonder over. The murderer or infatuatad aveng er of another’s wrongs, was J. O. Beauchamp, the son of a respecta ble farmer near Bowling Green. He was a young law student of unusual promise, whose talentsaml address had attracted the favorite notice of the afterward murdered Solomon P. Sharp, the Attorney- General of the State. Young Beauchamp was ofardent tempera ment, enterta tied exalted ideas of woman’s purity, avid once* upon his vacation lie chanced to meet Miss Ann Cooke, a beautiful young lady, who, during his absence in the pursuit of his studies had, with a widowed mother, taken up her residence near his father’s farm. It was a case of love at first sight. Miss Cooke was melancholy as a lover’s lute, lived in great privacy, and her mysterious movements and intentional withdrawal from society threw around her a halo of mystification tha* fired the ardor of the law student and made him a slave at her feet. He called upon her, actually forced himself into her presence, and borrowed books of her, simply to afford him an ex cuse to call again. She repelled his advance in a manner that only lured him on. He persecuted her with kindness and haunted her with attentions. lie proposed, was rejected ; she would never marry. He persisted with an ex cess of passion and ardor that in duced her to tell him her story, and wrang from him a promise of revenge. " She had been betrayed, she said, by Col. Sharp. Her case was a peculiarly sad one. Col. Sharp had been raised in her fa ther’s family. The sacred rites of hospitality he had repaid by filch ing the daughter’s virtue. And she, like many another, became a mother ere she was a wife. She had been famed for her beauty, yet her disgrace had withered its charms and crippled its powers. Her family had been wealthy, but adversity had overtaken them. Her father and male relatives were all dead. There was no one to avenge her wrongs. Beauchamp, tied to her fate by the silken cords of a desperate love as well as by the romantic notion of a chival ric temperament that urged him to wash out by assassination or challenge, the wrong done, readily took an oath lo hurl Sharp to the doom he deserved. “ Sharp will not fight,” said Miss Cook, when Beauchamp announced his inten tion to call him out; “he is too great a coward.” That was in 1821. The Legislature was in ses sion at Frankfort. Beauchamp readily found Col. Sharp at the Mansion House. The Colonel recognized him cordially. “ I’ve come to Frankfort to see you on important business,” and Beau champ took him by the arm, say ing, “ Let’s take a walk.” They went to a retired spot by the river side. The bell at the Mansion House rang for supper. Beau champ turned upon Sharp with a nervous manner and eye sparkling with anger. “Do you remember the last words Miss Cooke, whom “ Serve God and the People, and Make an Honest living,” you ruined, spokejto you ?” Sharp stood as if transfixed. “ I’m the avenger whom, in the spirit of prophecy, she, last time you ever saw her, warned you, would right her wrongs.” Sharp stood still, deigning no reply. “ Will you light a duel with mo?” My dear friend,” cringing!) spoke the Attorney-General, “ [ cannot fight you on Miss Cooke’s account.” “Defend yourself coward and vil lain that, you are,” shrieked Beau champ, drawing, spi enormous dirk. “ I have no weapon hut a penknife. My dear friend, I canuoWßght you,” still urged Sharp. “You d—d villian, what do you mean by that? That she is not should fight her friend and aveng er?” “My friend I meant that I never can fight the friend of that worthy, injured her brothers murdered woidd not have raised my hatißpdefend myself. And if irehajßus band, lean never fight yom®®“ I am not her husband, hut friend and avenger. She sent me to take your life.. Now, d—d villain, you shall raised his dag ger. Beauchamp seized him collar. Sharp fell upon begged for ‘p m p oil, I' 11'■ 1 alll . ped him as he rose. up, you coward. I’ll publiclyßrsewhip you to-mor row in the street, you infernal cow ard,” he said. Beauchamp meant to he as good as his word. Be procured a horsewhip, and pre suming thatShanvsurroundcd by his friend*, would make a show of resistance, provided himself with pistols, F with which to finish him. Sharp felt that: i He who fights and run lawny. May live to tight anoth({r clay. So before break of day he was on his horse en .Bowling Green. BeauchamfHfeturned to his home.' Miss Cooke now resolved t r to take vengeance in her own hands. Daily she practiced with pistols, till her aim became dead!)’. She tried to lure Sharp to her own house. Ife avoided her. Beau champ refrained from any further attempton Sharp’s life, to give Miss Cooke the opportunity she wished for. It never came, and this desire to kill him herself gave to Sharpe many a day of life. In June, 1824, Beauchamp and Miss Cooke were married. Ai*d then he claimed he had the right to assassinate his wife’s Sharp was nowja candidate Legislature, hut his Cooke added to his so he announc ed that child was the offspring of Rnegro. He even produced a forged certificate to substantiate this unheard of villainy. Beauchamp heard the talc, and re solved Sharp’s hour had now come, lie repaired to Franklort, and, un able to obtain lodgings at the ho tels, passed the night with Scott, the keeper of the penitentiary. He retired early, and prepared for his murderous deed. Instead of shoes he put on yarn stockings. He con cealed his face in a red bandanna hankcrchief. He secreted a long knife in his bosom. Stealthily he crawled unobserved out of his lodg ings, and repaired noiselessly to Sharp’s residence. Drawing his dagger, be knocked three times. “Who’s there ?~. cried Sharp. “ Covingion,” replied Beauchamp (Covington was an intimate friend of Sharp’s). The door opened, Sharp appeared, and Beauchamp seized him by the throat. He tried to escape. Mrs. Sharp appeared at a rear door. Beauchamp tore off his mask and thrust his face close to his doomed victim. “ And do you now know me?” he seott ingly sneered. Sharp drew back and’cried. “ Great God, it is he.” These were his last words. Beau champ plunged his dagger deep into his heart. The blood spurted upon ,4he walls and dabbled the floor. “ Die,” was ail Beauchamp said. And he did. The hue and cry was soon raised. The assassin was followed by an eager crowd of pursuers. Captured, arrested, he was brought back and tried. lie was convicted; he was sentenced to be executed. Ilis wife remained with him to the hast. She made no attempt at concealing the fact that she instigated and urged on the assassination. She gloried in it, and scouted at the threats of indicting her as accessory before the fact. The night before the execution she procured an ounce of laudanum and persuaded her hus band to cheat the gallows if he could. The laudanum was divided She swallowed one-half. He took his portion. Then they knelt and prayed. They sang for joy; they shouted that their sins had been forgiven, and in a delirium of ecstasy roused the other inmates of the prison. The poison did not work. She swore that she would starve herself to death, die with her hus band, and be buried in the same coffin. June 5, 1826. was a great day in Frankfort. The city was thronged to see the last of J. O. Beauchamp. The black and omin ous gibbet was erected on a hilltop nearby. The drums beat mourn ful dirges from an early hour. At 11 o’clock,Mrs. Beauchamp told the jailor to leave her for a few min utes with her husband. The jailer left, but was soon recalled by deep groans from their cell. He return ed and found them both weltering in blood. They had stabbed them selves with a knife the wife had concealed. Ilis wound was not fatal. Ilis wife soon expired. Beauchamp was carried to her bed side as her life’s blood was ebbing tast. He felt her pulse. “Fare well, child of sorrow; farewell, victim of persecution and misfor tune! You are now safe from the tongue of slander. For you I’ve lived, for you I die.” lie kissed her lips; he was ready. The blood was trickling from his wounds. He was too weak to sit up, so they laid him in a covered wagon and hauled him to the gallows. He waived his hands to the ladies, whose weeping eyes cheered him with sympathy and consolation. They were compelled to help him get on h:s coffin. lie was too weak to sit upon it unsupported. “Give me some water. Let the drums play ‘ Bonaparte’s Retreat from Moscow,’ were his last words. They buried the self-murdered wife and the executed husband in the same coffin, folded in each oth er’sarms. Even in death they were not divided. Their grave is at Bloomfield, Ky., marked by ;i mod est shaft. The excitement over the fateof Beauchamp mid thotrag ic ending of his wife has lent to the tragedy a romantic halo, and some years since John Savage, a New York Journalist and play writer, worked the leading incident of the affair into a drama entitled “The Sybil,” which, however, was performed only twice. Sharp’s son got out an injunction at Louis ville against the performance of the piece,and succeeded in suppressing it entirely. Were the tragedy to occur in these days, it is very doubt ful if Beauchamp would have ever felt the halter draw.— Cincinnati Commercial. TAKE TO THE WATER. A Virginian corresponent of a Northern paper says: I was not long ago attending an Association ofCampbellite Baptists in the Southwestern part of this State At this big meeting, I heard one man who would come up to anything in the line of queer preaching that was ever listened to, in the wood or out of it. Tlis sing song tones and his imitation of sounds were so original that they gave a piquancy to his illustration that no report can present. The peculiar tenet of this sect is, im mersion—that you must he im mersed to he saved—he was now illustrating: “ I was going along one glorious Sunday morning to preach tho Gos pel to some poor benighted people away over 011 the borders of Ken tucky, and a meditatin’ what I should say, when all at once I heard something behind me, c'ippety clip, clippety clip! and I looked, and be hold it was a beautiful deer! It flew by me like the wind ; and then I heard the hounds coming after it, bow wow, bow wow, bow wow! I put spurs to my horse and rode to the river, and when I got there the deer had swum tho river; tho dogs had lost the track, and tho deer was saved. Now that’s the case with you, my hearers. The deer is the sinner, dear sinner; there you go through the world, clippety clip, clippety clip ! and the devil is the hound ; there he comes—bow wow, bow wow, bow wow! Now, all you have to do, is to take to the water. The devil can’t track you any far ther, and you’ll be saved. ...A pretty Suuday school song ]s the one entitled, “ Put your ar mour 011, my boys.” There is, however, a young lady in town who doesn’t like to hear it. She says it sounds like, “ pot your arm around me boys,” and it always makes her feel lonesome. TERMS, #l.£?o EER YEAH* “ Free Whisky and Plenty of it." Mr. Speer’s advocacy of “free whisky and plenty of it,” is no un meaning phrase, lie says that every man has “ the moral right” to make, sell or use it as any other commercial or agricultural com modify. If Mr. Speer really be lieves that, it is a deplorable condi tion in which to be. The idea that a man lias the “ moral right,” or it is rather tho Christian privilege, to thus indulge in the luxury ofardent spirits sub verts every page of Holy Writ. The object of society and of good government is to promote the life, liberty and happiness of every sub ject. The experience of a century proves beyond all doubt that the sin of intemperance is brought about by the makers, venders and users of strong drink, and it fur ther shows that Us alarming con sequences are shaking the very foundations of society. Instead of giving life, it is destroying it. Instead of giving liberty it is en tailing bondage on its millions of votaries, and instead of giving hap piness it is blighting the homes of hundreds of thousands of a once happy people. More than every cause on this earth—more than war, pestilence and famine—it is clogging the wheels of prosperity —it is blasting the hopes of father, mother, son and daughter—it is filling the country with crime and criminal prosecutions—it is taxing the country with its onerous bur dens—it is filling the asylums of the nations with tho poor and ine briate—it almost amounts to a national distemper, and even poi sons the Christian religion itself. Then say a man has a moral right to deal in it! He may have a legal right under the forms of law. Tho government looks upon it as a useless luxury and taxes it to raise revenues for tho support of the government. Tho revenue must come directly out of the pock ejs of the whole people, or else the makers and venders of this liquid poison must pay. Which should pay these revenues, the luxuries or the staple commodities? Though a man be a fool he could not fail to answer this question correctly. Such argument coming from a man who asks the highest privilege in the gift of the people is not only preposterous hut dangerous. If Mr. Speer really believes that which lie advocates, bis Methodist bretlicrin ought to hold a prayer meeting specially in his interest. If he doesn’t believe what he ad vocates, he is unworthy the posi tion he seeks. Such a course will only bring shame and ruin upon his own head. “He that sows to the wind shall reap the whirlwind.” —Elljay Courier. Coin in tho Mails. GOLD AND SILVER TO RE REGISTERED AND CARRIED IN THE MAILS. Washington, September I. The Post Office Department has at last taken important action in regard to the transportation ofgold and silver through the mails. A circular is now being prepared di recting postmasters to receive gold and silver as third class maill mat ter for transportation through the mails at the rate of one cent an ounce, the same as is charged for samples of ores, metals, minerals, &c. The circular will also contain the important order allowing the registration of third class matter, the fee to be ten cents for each package. The weight of packages is limited to four pounds. Thus four pounds ofgold coin, amount ing to §I,OOO, can be transported through the mails from San Fran cisco to New York, or from any post office in the country to anoth er, for Sixty-four cents, with the privilege of registering the same, if tho sender desires, for ten cents additional. Thus a shipper desires to send to New York or other city ten thousand dollars in gold; he has simply to put it in ten bags of one thousand dollars each, direc ting eaeh bag. The whole is then put together in a safe. Tho advan tage of registering is that every post office official through whose hands a registered package passes has to give a receipt for it, so it may easily be traced in case of ac cident or criminality. Some gold has already been sent through tho mails at letter postage rate, name ly : one cent for each half ounce, or §3.84 for each four pounds, or one thousand dollars. The circu lar goes into operation October 1, and will make a striking revolu-1 tion iu the matter of transporting j coiu- i NUMBER d2, The Oldjst Woman Living There is an old Indian woman now living at Josefa Peters’, near San Luis Hey, in this country, who is at least 124 years of age. Many years ago her hair turned snowy white, but within recent years it lias undergone renewal, and is now as black as coal. She is now in her second childhood-speaks, and lisps, and has all the mental characteris tics of a child. Some fifteen years ago this woman’s memory was good and she recollected and told dis tinctly of the time when the Mis sion Fathers came and commenced building the San Diego mission and tried to civilize the Indians. At that time—l76o—-this woman was a young woman grown, and living with her tribe near the Valle de los Viejas. The missionaries sent their soldiers and vaqueros after the Indians to corral them and bring them into the missions, and the men treated the Indians with great severity and cruelty. The old woman used to relate that one of these vaqueros threw a lassoo over her to catch her, and in so doing, strangled to death the infant that she was carrying on her back W. B. Couts and other old residents of San Luis Key, know this venera ble woman well, have often listened to her relations of past time, and are perfectly convinced that she is at least 124 years old ... A very remarkable case occur* red last week, which comes under the “Strange if True” order, and as the New York Tribune, of Monday, gives the most minute particulars thereof, there seems to be no rea-> son to doubt the account. wib liam Gregory, 18 years old, living at No. 2, Dover st reet, was standing at Water street and Peck Slip, Thursday afternoon, with some companions, when a deaf and dumb man passed by. Gregory began to make fun of the afflicted man, when suddenly he felt a shock and afterward discovered that lost llc hurried home and informed hi* parents of these circumstances in writing. They took their son to> Chambers Street Hospital, where the surgeon in charge examined him, hut could make nothing of the case. lie endeavored to frighten him by means of a shock' but failed most signally. Young Gregory when at the hospital wrote on a piece of paper that his afflic tion was due to the “will of God.” Ilis parents Sunday had him at church, when prayer was offered ou his behalf. The house surgeon at the hospital says that it is one of the most singular cases that ever came under his observation.— De ■ troll Free Press. New and Scientific Mode of Curing Jaundice. —Monsieur Ber nard, a very clever chemist, bud demonstrated by several ertpgfh meats, that the white of eggs caff only be assimilated or converted into food for the human body,- through the intervention of the liv er. Guided by this fact, Dr. Geis ler of Goettingen, has suggested its 1 , employment in the treatment dt jaundice. If the digestion of the albumen of eggs tends to rouse the action of the liver, it will necessa rily restore the secretion of bile and cure jaundice. We have here then the ralioml of tho empiric l treatment of this discaso by Cliarle* White, who used to ettre-his pa tients by making them- swallow s veral raw eggs in the cowrse of a day. ...“Is my face dirty ?’ asked a young lady from the country, of her aunt, at the breakfast table of a New York hotel, the other morn “Dirty! No. Why dbyou ask ?” “ Because that insulting: fellow insists on puttinga towel hy : my plate. I’vetlwwn three under' the table, and yet every time h* - comes round' lie puts another one* i before me!” And she held up the* last napkin indignantly. i— i • ♦ ..-.lie brought her the very things she wanted from the supper table to her safe retreat on thr stairs, and she was moved to say r half laughingly ; “Yon are a man after my own heart, Mr. 15 -!” “Jdst what I am- after,” he 1 answered, quick as a flueb,- covering: her with confustortv flgf Merchants who pay cash and want to get bottom prices can not do better than to bay from Mcßride & Cos. IIA NT)ISILLS &I>ODGKRB, Neatly printed at this uflieo.

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The Northeastern progress. (Harmony Grove, Ga. [Commerce, Ga.]) 1878-18??, September 18, 1878, Image 1