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VOLUME VII. Professional Cards. ROBERT A. MASSEY, ATTORNEY AT LAW DOUGLASVILLE, GA. (Oflico inj'ront room, Dorsett’s Building;) * Will practice anywhere except- in the. County Court of Douglass county. ' W. A. JAMES ATTORNEY AT LAW, Will practice in all the courts, State an Federal. Oflico on Cotirt House Square,. DOUGLASVnXEfGA. ATTORNEY AT LAW, DOUGLASVILLE, GA. Will practice in all the Courts. All lega Business will receive prompt attention. Oflico in Court House. cXciMpT ATTORNEY AT LAW, Civil Engineer and Surveyor, DOUGLASVILLE, - - GEORGIA. B. G. GRIGGS, ATTORNEY AT LAW, DOU SLAB VILLE, GA. Will practice in all the courts. State and Federal. JOHN M, EDGE, ATTORNEY AT LAW, DOUGLASVILLE, GA. Will practice in all the courts, and promptly attend to all business entrusted to his care. J. S. JAMES, ~~ ATTORNEY AT LAW, DOUGLASVILLE, GA. Will practice in the courts of Douglass, Campbell. Carroll, Paulding, Cobb, Fulton nnd Prompt attention given ~ mi. T, E. WHITLEY, f&ysician and Surgeon * ’ ’ DOUGLASVILE, GA. Office Upstairs in Dorsett’s Brick Building. P. S. VERDERY, Physician and Surgeon Office at HUDSON .b EDGE’S Drug Store, ' where he can bo found nt all hours, except when professionally engaged. Special atten tion given to Chronic cases, and eapeciallv all cases that have been treated and nrc Mill ’2? curcd - ianJ»’Ss-ly I RESPECTFULLY offer my services as Phy -1 sleian and Burgeon to th* people of Doug lassville nnd vicinity. All calls will be attended i- promptly. Can be found at the Drug Store of HUDSON A EDGE, during the day, nnd at night at my resith-ncc, at the houao recently , occupied by J. A. Pittman. ’■ J. B. EDGE, i DENTISTRY. T. COOK, DENTAL SURGEON, Hnn located in Donglassvill*. Twenty yearn* ■experience. Dentistry in all its branches’ don* in the moat approved style. Oflico over Pont office. T. S. BUTLER, HOUSE PAINTER, DOUGLASVILLE, GA. Will make old Furniture look as well ns new. Give hint a trial in this line. Will also Jo honse carpentering work. Why They are Passed. A Naw York newspaper reporter says ho asked a con trustor of his acjnriut attce, while discussing tho Sixty-second street catastrophe, ’’How is it th at s neb buildings arc permitted to pass inspec tion J” ‘‘You ought to know without asking.’'be replied; “I have never pnt up a structure iu N w York that I did not feel was ‘honest.’ Yet it costs me about $25 every time I have a contract to get pass Mt. Tho fact is that all in spection in < very department of govern ment operates in the same way. The service of the city, State and Federal Government is alike honeycombed with it* The people select servants to look after the public interests who betray those interests (or greed at the first op portunity. It is the history of all countries and all times. We are no exception. ” I asked bin particu larly with reference to hi* line of busi ness if there was not a remedy “You can stop it for a while,” he **aid, "if. to the excitement attending such an ac cident as this one, a guilty builder or two gets strung up to a lamp post.” ■ o The First. —Bob Hamill, the author of the Anti-Treating law, was arrested to Wdta, Nevada, on the 25th ult, fix violating the same. He was re- UmuhxJ on his own rwoognuanoo. WixW Stat MY WIFE AND CHILD. The tattoo boats; the lights are gone, The camp around iu slumber lies; The night with solemn pace moves on; The shadows thicken o’er the skies; Bat sleep my weary eyes had flown, And sad, uneasy thoughts arise. I think of thee, oh, dearest one ! Whose love mine early life hath blest; Os thee and him—our baby son— Who slumbers on tby gentle breast. God of the tender, frail and lone, Oh, guard that little sleeper’s rest! And hover gently, hover near To her whose watchful eye is wet— The mother, wife— : the doubly dear, In whose young heart have freshly mot Two streams of love, so deep and ciearf- And cheer her drooping spirit yet 1 Now, as she kneels before Thy throne, Oh, teach her, Ruler of tho skies I That while by Thy behest alone Earth’s mightiest powers fall or rise; No tear is wept to Thee unknown, Nor hair is lost, nor sparrow dies; That Thou canst stay the ruthless hand Os dark disease, and soothe its pain; That only by Thy stern command Tho battle’s lost, the soldier slain; That from the distant sea or land Tbou bring’st the wanderer home again. And when upon her pillow lone, Iler tear-wet cheek is sadly pressed, May happier visions beam upon Tho brightening currents of her breast; Nor frowning look, nor angry tone Disturb tho Sabbath of her rest ! Whatever fate those forms may throw, Loved with a r vssion almost wild, By day, by night—in joy or woo— By fears oppressed or hopes beguiled; From every danger, every foe,' A)b, God ! protect my wife knd child I Henby Bootes Jackson. FROM “BOOTS AND SADDLES,” BY MRS, OUSTER. I must preface my account of the oc currence by going back to the summer of tho Yellowstone campaign. Two of the citizens attached to the expedition, one as the sutler, the other as tho vet-, erinary surgeon, were in the habit of riding by themselves a great deal. Not being enlisted men, much more liberty than soldiers have was allowed them. Many warnings were given, however, and an instance fresh in the minds of the officers of tho killing by Indians of two of their comrades the year before, was repeatedly told them. One day their hour of lingering came. While they stopped to water their horses, some Indiana concealed in a gully shot them within’sight of our regiment, who were then fighting on tho hill, and did not find the bodies for some time after ward, Both of the murdered men were favorites; both left families, and regret and sympathy were general throughout the command. A year and a half afterward informa tion came to our post, Fort Lincoln, that an Indian was then at the agency at Standing Rock, drawing his rations, blankets and ammunition from the gov ernment and at the same time boasting of the murder of these two men. This intelligence created intense indignation in our garrison. A detachment was quickly prepared and started out with sealed orders. No one was aware even what direction they were to take. Gen. Ouster knew that it was absolutely necessary that caution and secnsay should be observed. At the next post, twenty miles below, there were scouts employed. They would not fail to send out a runner and warn the Standing Rock Indians of the coming of the com mand and its objects, if they could learn what it was. When the runner carries important news he starts with an even gait in the morning and keeps it up all day, hardly stopping to dnnk at the stream he crosses. Buch a courier would outstrip a command of cavalry in the ordinary time it makes on a march. Accordingly Fort Rice was left behind many miles before the orders were opened. They contained directions to capture and bring back an Uncapapa Indian, called Rain-in-the-Face, the avowed murderer of the sutler and the veterinary surgeon. The command con sisted of two officers and 100 men. The General had selected his brother to assist in this delicate transaction, as he was wont to do ever since they began their life of adventure together during the war. They arrived on the day that the ! Indians were drawing their rations oi bee!. There were 500 at the agency armed with the latest long-range rifles. I It was more and more clear that toe I much care could not be taken to prevent I the object of tho visit being known tc I the warriors. An expedition had been i sent down one® before, but news of its intention bad reached the agency in time for the culprit to escape. He could not ' refrain even after this warning from j openly vaunting his crime. THU CAFfUUa. In order, then, to conceal the purport I of their appearance at the agency, th« I captain in command resolved to a ruse. I He sent fifty men to the camp, tea mile? FjVWrSTTIVO TO NONE-CHARITY TO ALL. DOUGLASVILLE, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, MAY 26.' 1885. away to make inquiries for these Indians who had murdered citizens on the Red River the year before. CoL Custer was ordered to take five picked men and go to the trader’s store, where the Indians resort constantly. This required coolness and extreme patience, for they had to lounge about, seemingly indiffer ent, until they could be certain the right man was discovered. The cold made the the Indians draw their blankets around them and over their heads. There is □ever any individuality about their dress, unless when arrayed for a council or dance. It was therefore almost impos sible to tell one from the other. Col. Tom had to wait for hours, only looking furtively when these wary crea tures were off guard. At last one of them, loosened his blanket, and with the meager description that had been given him Col. Tom identified him as " MAIN-IN-THE-FAOE.” Coming suddenly from behind, he threw his arms about him, and seized the Winchester rifle that the savage at tempted to cook. He was taken entirely by surprise. No fear showed itself, but from the characteristically stolid face hate and revenge flashed out for an in stant He drew himself up in an inde pendent manner to show his brother warriors that he did not dread death. Among them he had been considered brave beyond precedent, because he had dared to enter the agency store at all, and so'encounter the risk of arrest. The soldiers tied his hands and mounted guard over him. About thiry Indians surrounded them instantly, and old orator commenced a harangue to the others, inciting them to recapture their brother. Breathless excitement pre vailed. At that moment the captain in command appeared in their midst. With tho same coolness he had shown in the war and during the six years of his In dian campaign, he spoke to them through an interpreter. With prudence and tact he explained that he intended to give the prisoner exactly the treat ment a white man would receive under like circumstances; that nothing would induce them to give him up; and the better plan to save bloodshed would be for the chiefs to withdraw and take with them their followers. Seeing that they could accomplish nothing by intimida tion, or by superior numbers, they had recourse to parley, and proposed to com promise. They offered as a sacrifice two Indians of the tribo in exchange for Raiu in-the-Face. It was generosity like that of Artemus Ward, who offered his wife’s relatives on the altar of his country, for they took care not to offer for sacrifice any but In dians of low rank, * R lin-in-the-Face was a very distinguished warrior among them, and belonged to a family of six brothers, one of whom, Iron Horse, was very influential. The officers prevailed in the end, and the prisoner was taken to the cavalry camp. During tho time that the Indians were opposing his re moval, the troopers had assembled around tho entrance, ready for any emergency, and prepared to escort the murderer away. The Indians instantly vanished; all went quickly and quietly to their camp, ten miles distant Later in the day a party of fifteen mounted warriors dashed through the agency to the road beyond, which had to be taken by our troopers on the way home. Oi course our officers expected an attack from that party when they began their homeward march; to their surprise, they were unmolested. We learned afterward that the mounted Indians went to the camp of Two Bears to urge the young braves there to combine with them in the recapture of Rain-in-the-Face. Two Bears had long been friendly to the white man; he was too old to fight, and prevented hia young men from joining in the contemplated rescue. After the command had returned and the officers reported, Geu. Castor sent for Rain-in-the-Face. He was tall, stright and young. His face was quite imperturbable. In a subsequent inter view the General locked himself in his room with him. Through an inter preter and with every clever question and infinite patience he spent hours trying to induce the Indian to acknowl edge his crime. Tho culprit’s face finally lost its impervious look and he showed some agitation. THS MURDERS. He gave a brief account of the mur der and then made a full confession be fore all the officers. He said neither of the white men were armed when at tacked. He had shot the old man, but be did not die instantly, riding a short distance before falling from his horse. He then went to him and with his stone mallet beat out the last breath left. Be fore leaving him he shot his body fall of arrows. The younger man signaled to them from the bushes, and they knew that the manner in which he held up his hand was an overture of peace. When he reached him the white man gave him his hat as another and further petition for mercy. Bat be shot him at once, first with his gun, and then with arrows. One of the latter entering his back; the dying man struggled to pull it through. Neither man was scalped, as the elder was bald and the younger had closely cropped hair. Two Indians, one of them Iron Horse, had followed the cavalry from the agency and asked to see their comrade. The General -sent for Rain-in-the-Face. He came into the room with a guard at his heels. He was dressed in mourning. His leggings were black, and his sable blanket was belted by a band of white beads. One black feather stood erect on his head. Iron Horse supposed that he was to be hung at once, and that this would be the final interview. The elder brother»believing there was no hope, was very solemn. He removed his heavily beaded and embroidered buffalo robe and replaced it with the plain one that Rain-in-the-Face wore. He ex changed pipes, also, giving him his highly ornamental one that he might afterward present it to the General. The pipes are valuable, as the materia’ of which tho bowls are made has to be brought from Kansas. Then, finding that there was a prospect of Rain-in-the- Face having his trial in Washington, he took off the medal that had been given to his father by a former President, whose likeness was tn the medallion, and placed it over the neck of his brother, that it might be a silent argument in his favor when he confronted the “Great Father.” It was an impressive and melancholy scene. Iron Horse charged his brother not to attempt to escape, saying that if he did get back to the reservation he would surely be recaptured. He be rime, while they were preparing, to send for the ladies, and a few of us were tucked away on the lounge with instruc tions not to move or whisper, for my husband treated these Indians with as much consideration ns if they had been lieved that he would be kindly treated while a captive, and perhaps the white chief would intercede for him to obtain his pardon. After asking him not to lose courage, they smoked again and silently withdrew. In about ten days Iron Horse returned, bringing a portion of his tribe with him. The Indians with Iron Horse came directly to headquarters and asked for a council. As many as could get into the General’s room entered. There was crowned heads. The Ind Jars turned n surprised, rather scornful glance into the “ladies’ gallery,” for their women are i.lways kept in the background. In re turn for thia we did not hesitate to criti cise their toilets. They were gorgeous in full dress. Iron Horse wore an elab orately beaded and painted buckskin shirt, with masses of solid embroidery of porcupine quills. The sleeves and shoul ders were ornamented with A TRINOE OF SOALP LOCKS. Some of the hair we saw with a shud der was light and wavy. I could not but picture the little head “ running over with curls” from which it had been taken, for all the Indian locks I have ever seen were straight and black. The chief wore on his shoulders a sort of cape, trimmed with a fringe of snowy ermine. His leggings were a mass of bead work. He wore a cap of otter with out a crown, though, for it is their cus tom to leave the top of the head uncov ered. Three eagle feathers, that denote the number of warriors killed, were so fastened in that they stood erect. There were several perforations in each ear f.’om which depended bead ear-rings. He had armlets of burnished brass; thrown around him was a beaded blanket. The red clay pipe had the wooden stem inlaid with silver, and was embellished with the breast feathers of brilliantly plumaged birds. The tobacco bag, about tvo feet long, had not an inch that was not decorated. The costume was simply inperb. Iron Horse began his speech in the a iual high-pitched, unchangeable key. He thanked the General for the care of his brother, and the whole tenor of the rest was repeated petitions to ask the reat father in Washington to spare his life. He then slowly took off his elabo ate buckskin shirt and presented it to jy husband. He ended by making A SINGULAR REQUEST, which was worthy of Damon and Pythias. Two sly young braves in the outer circle of the untitled, asked per mission through their chief to share the •saptivity of Rain-in-the-Face. I could not help recalling what some one had told me in the East, that women some times go to the State Prison at Sing Sing xnd importune to be allowed to share the imprisonment of their husbands or brothers; but no instance is found in the history of that great institution where a man has asked to divide with a friend or relative the sufferings of his sentence. After his two friends had left him, Rain-in-the-Face occupied a part of the guard house with a citizen who had been caught stealing grain from the •torehouse. For several months they had been chained together and used to walk in front of the little prison for ex ercise and air. The guard-house was a noorly-built, insecure wooden building. After a time the sentinels became less vigilant, and the citizen, with help from his friends outside, who were working in the same way, cut a hole in the wall at night and escaped. He broke the chain attaching him t tho Indian, who was left free to follow We found afterward that Rain-in-the- Face did not dare to return to the reser vation, but made his way to the hostile eamp. In the spring of 1874 he sent word from there by an agency Indian that he had joined Sitting Bull, and was awaiting his revenge for his imprison ment. The stained waters of the Little Big Horn, on June 25,1876, told how deadly and fatal that was. The vengeance of that incarnate fiend was concentrated on the man who had effected his cap ture. It was found on the battlefield that he had cut out the brave heart of that gallant, loyal, and lovable man, our brother Tom. Grant’s Tender-Heartedness, Dr. John V.. McLeish, formerly of the 26th lowa Volunteer Infantry, re lates the following pathetic incident, showing General Grant’s kindness of heart, which at this time will be appre ciated by all his old soldiers: The army was encamped at Young’s Point, La. An order had been promul gated by the General io the effect that no officer should be allowed leave of ab sence until after the capture of Vicks burg. I had a little girl at home who was my pet and idol. One morning I received a letter from my wife which contained the following sentence : “Come home immediately if you would see Winnie alive. ” Startled and fearful lest I should bv too late to see my darling child again, I hastened to procure a leave of absence, and succeeded in getting it regularly approved until I reached General Sher man’s headquarters, where I received a stern refusal—“No; a soldier should know no family in time of war.” I turned away, knowing I could go no further, when I heard instructions given to an aide-de-camp to take dispatches to General Grant, whose headquarters were on a boat three-quarters of a mile away; but into the rain and darkness I impulsively rushed after the aide, and with him made my way to the boat. Appealing to Major Bowers for a per sonal interview with General Grant, I was ushered into the presence of the man whom hitherto I had thought to be* stern and unapproachable. He greeted me with a kindly salutation. I told my story, and knew by the moistened eye and sympathetic voice that the great General had also a great heart. “Approved, twenty days leave of ab sence, with transportation to and from Cairo,” was his order; then turning to me, he said: “If you are required to remain longer, do so, but report to me in person on your return, and I sincerely hope that you may not find your daughter as ill as you anticipate.” My little one died, and had been buried ten days when I reached our western home in lowa. Ax Ex-Slave's Rank. Mr. William H. Oliver, of North Car olina, dropped into the White House, at Washington, with a number of others simply to pay his respects. As he passed by Colonel Lamont’s door he recognized Arthur Simmons, the colored messenger who has stood there for twenty years, and who is one of the most popular attaches of the mansion, as one of his former slaves. The recognition between the ex-slave and ex-master was matuaL and they had a pleasant chat of old times. Arthur is very proud of his position, and he mentioned to Mr. Oliver that he was now the third man in official rank in the country, which was something for a North Carolina ex-slave to be proud of. “First comes the President,” said Arti.ur; “then comes Colonei Lamont and then Arthur Simmons.” Arthur took special pains to have his former master presented to both the President and Colonel Lamont. As Mr. Oliver was going Arthur asked him if he was after an office; that possi bly he could help him, and that he would be glad to do so. Mr. Oliver re plied that he did not want anything. “If there is anything I can do for you,” said Arthur, “order and your command is law.” “I’ll take that up,” replied Mr. Oliver, “I want a bouquet from the White House conservatory to take down to North Carolina to the lady folks. ” Inside of fifteen minutes he had the bouquet, with a card “to Mrs. Oliver, with the compliments of Arthur Sim mons.” NUMBER 16. THE LIME-KILN CLUB. WORDS OF WISDOM FROM PARA DISE HALL. President Gardner Delivers n Lecture to tin Erring Brother. “If Ancestor Jinkins am in de hall to night he will please step dis way,” said Brother Gardner as the meeting opened with fourteen kerosene lamps going at full blast. Ancestor was in, and as soon as he could get his feet clear of the benches he waddled up the aisle and stood at “attention” with his toes turned in. “Brudder Jinkins continued the Pres ident, “I was told to-day dat your wife was bar’fut an’ your chill’en cryin’ fur bread.” “Well, sab, it’s bin hard times.” “I suppose so. I understan’ dat you hasn’t done a day’s work dis winter.” “Work has bin skeerce, sah.” ‘ ‘Exactly. You had work in a foundry last fall, didn’t you ?” “Yes, sah.” • “You was gittin’ ten shillings a day, an’ you struck fur twelve ?” “Yes, sah.” “An’ bekase de man didn’t Agger dat your sarvices war’ worth twelve shillins a day to him you frew yerself out oi a steady job, an’ hev come as nigh de poo’-house as you kin git widout enter in’ de doah.” “I orter had mo’ pay, sah.” “Dat may be, but as long as yon couldn’t git it you was an idiot to throw away de wages you could git. What pertickler pint hev you gained, Brudder Jinkins ?” “Well, I let the foundry-man see dat I had some independence.” “Sartin—sartin. You let him see yer wife at do Poo’master’s office, yer chill’en beggin’ of de nayburs, an’ a dozen creditors chasin’ you up wid bills.” “Hadn’t a laborin’ man orter hev fa’F wages?” demanded Brother Jinkins. “He had. He orter hev five dollars 9 day, but he can’t get it. He puts his skill or muscle up to de highest bidder, an’ he mus’ stan’ by de bid. Brudder Jinkins, let me make a few remarks in your ear. De man who pounds his thumb doan’ spite de hammer. De con dishun of bizuess fixes de rate of wages. You may kick, but it will simply result in batterin’ yer own toes. De nex’ best * thing to what you want is what you kill get. Bekase I can’t get a dollar for whitewashin’ n ceilin’ I’m not gwine to frow away de fifty cents offered. Brud der Jinkins, what am de goin’ price fur blacking stoves ?” “Two shillins, sah.” “ ’Zactly, but suppose you get de idcah dat you orter hev thirty cents, what will be de result ?” “Reckon I won’t git any blackin’ to do.” “Jistso, sah. Now, den, if stoves at twenty-five cents am few an’ fur between, but lots doin’ at twenty cents, Isn’t it better policy to hold a steady job dan to have no work at all ?” “Reckon, sah.” “You kin take yer seat, Brudder Jin kins. Any principle am all right on a full stomach. Any theory am all right if you have a big woodpile at the doah. De orator who declar’s dat you orter hev twelve shillin’s a day won’t go hun gry on account of your strike. We like sugar in our coffee, but we am idiots to frow away de coffee kase we can’t get de sweetnin’.”— Detroit Free Press. . Well-paid Labor.— The Pittsburgh Times says:— A reporter of the Times, while talking to a number of iron work ers, was told by a pnddler of a man who has two trains of rolls and who makes without any trouble from sls to S2O a day. A roller with a small guide mill train can earn from $8 to $lO a day. There are rollers in Pittsburgh now earning from $36 to SSO a day. There is a steel-roller in a South Side steel works taken from his work about two o’clock in the afternoon in his barouche, driven by his colored servant. The Proud Poet Harry is a papa—which wonderful event does his most awful dignity tre mendously augment. And he has been a papa for two entire days, which vast responsibility in grandeur he displays. An old friend asked young Harry, “How is the little kid ?” No answer. Papa’s dignity such freedom quite forbid. The question was repeated; “How is the kid to-day ?” A freezing stare from Harry and, “What, sir, dfd you say?” “Oh, 1 just asked ‘How is the kid ?’ ” Severe | was pa’s disdain; “Ohl Ah I Ahem 1--J The kid I What kid? Beg pardon, 3 sir? Explain!” “How is the baby,J then!” Papa’s importance big did J swell. “Oh, if you mean mij SON, he is, thank you, very well.”—H. Qgi| Doixta in Chicago Sun.