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2 THE mu STAB. PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY —BY— CHAS. O. PEAVY. DOUGLAS COUNTY OFFICIAL ORGAN. SVBSCJUPTION RATES, Per Year, in advance, 90c to. M “ on a credit, $1.16, OCR AGENTS. The following are authorized to receive and receipt for subscriptions to the Stab : L. S. Fbathebston, Villa Rica, Ga., T. J. Bowxjr, Salt Springs, Ga., Taos. Adaib, Austell, Ga., Wdlmb Daniell, Winston, Ga., Lex Dobsett, Chapel Hill, Ga. Address all communications to THE STAB, Douglasville, Ga. Entered at the Postoffice at Douglasville, Ga., as second-class matter. A GREAT OFFER. -PRES- TO ALL OUR SUBSCRIBERS! All subscribers of the Stab who make an advance payment of one year will re ceive as a premium one year’s subscrip tion to THE HOUSEHOLD BEACON, A handsome, 8-page, monthly household paper that will become a welcome visit or in the home of every intelligent family. WORDS OP WISDOM. r There is no policy like politeness; at> a good name, or to supply the want of lu Let friendship gently creep to a height; if it rush to it, it may soon run itself out of breath. In studying character, do not be blind to the shortcomings of a warm friend or the virtues of a bitter enemy. If thou desirest ease, in the first place take care of the ease of thy mind, for that will make other sufferings easy. It is no help to a sailor to see a flash of light across a darkness, if he does not instantly steer accordingly. The seeds of love can never grow but under the warm and genial influence of kind feelings and affectionate manners. Words are spiritual forces, angels of blessing or of cursing. Unuttered, we control them; uttered, they control us. It is better to be the builder of our own name than to be indebted by descent for the proudest gifts known to books of heraldry. Some are brave one day and cowards another, as great captains hive often told me from their own experience and observation. Whatever is coming, there is but one Way to meet it—.to go straightforward, to bear what is to be borne, and to do what is to be done. No person can be so feeble or so poor that he has not a duty to perform; which, being performed, makes him one with the highest and greatest. Let us remember those that want nec cessaries, as we ourselves should have de sired to be remembered had it been our to subsist on other men's Llllputian Tribes. ice Le Plongcon writes jeount, published in the Scientific American, of some villages of pigmies discovered by her husband and herself on the eastern coast of Yuc&tan. It is singular that recent ethnological discov eries in various parts of the world have related to dwarf tribes, and Mrs. Le Piongeon, before describing the Lilipu tian towns of Yucatan, reminds us that a number of stone tombs were found a few years ago on the banks of what the printed account calls the river Merrimac, containing adult human skeletons only three feet long, and it is probable that the colonization of Central Africa will show the existence of many tribes of little men. In Mexico, particularly in the south, the dwarfs play a large part in the traditions of the natives, who at tribute to them the construction of the ruined buildings found there, and some times profess to have seen them, or to have been disturbed by the sound of their hammering at night. The place most frequented by the dwarfs seems to: have been Cozumel Eland, a low, flat reef, about twenty-four miles in length,, off the east shore of Yucatan. On this island still exist the ruins of pigmy cities of considerable importance, with tem ples built of carefully-hewn stone, the largest of which is fourteen feet long and nine feet high, and has a doorway three feet high and eighteen inches wide; and near by are well constructed trium phal arches nine feet high. On the neighboring coast are still to be seen the remains oi villages, all the houses in which are of stone, but so small that no one larger than an ordinary child of two Kirs could comfortably get into them. ere is some reason to suppose that the little race still survives. According to the Indian guide who led Dr. and Mrs. Le Piongeon to the ruins, and who pro-' fessed to have seen the drwarfs frequent ly, they are very small and quite shy, appeal ing only at night, with large hats on their heads, and never speaking to those whom they meet. Many of our readers are old enough to have seen the "Altec children ;* the diminutive eueci mena of a race supposed to be extinct, which were exhibited about the country twenty-five years ago; and it is not im possible that the remnant of tribes which the country long before the Toltec conquest may be found in the val leys of the Cordilleras, just aa represen tatives of nearly all the ancient European races are found still existing in the re moter Alpine valleys.— American AreAi- The light of friendship is like the light of phoephorus—seen plainest when all around is dark. Five million pounds of dynamite are used for blading purposes in the terri tory weat of the Missouri riw» TOGETHER. The summer-time is brief, When, the brier is in the leaf, And the arras of the heavens is blue; There’s not a cloud to-day, Search we near or far away, Only sunshine, only sunshine, for us two. 2. The dimpling water calls, The tide to landward crawls, Shall we spread the sail, or dip the oar, And steer for Tyntagil, Or what fairy coast you will, Whatever mystic, far, romantic ( The nymphs and nereids there May twist their sea-weed hair, And the sirens jsing their sweetest melodies- While we float and float along To the echo of their song, Out on the mysterious, storied seas. We may lean upon the oar, And listen to the lore That the breakers whisper in our. We may catch the sigh, alas! Os drowning folk who pass Far beyond us to some unreported sphere. But perhaps the wind may rise, And touch us as it flies, And thewhite squall follow in our wake; And sweep us farther still, With its resistless will, From the flower-haunted strands we hope to make. Yet engulfed in bitter death, With fainting, failing breath, Touching land unknown in any chart, What to us the waning light, Os the planet in its flight, So we neither live, nor die, apart? —Mary N. Prescott., in Bazar UNCLE XTLBIC’SMONEY. "So he’s dead at last!” said Mrs. Glover. "Dead at last I” said Mr. Glover. "He always said he should live to 'be ninety,” sighed the old lady. "And missed it by just six months,” observed her husband sagely. "Poorold man!” said Mrs. Glover, instinctively, shaking out the folds of a new black-bordered pocket-handker chief. "We must all die,” originally re marked Mr. Glover. But in this decent and seemly regret with which they, as the legatees and last surviving relatives of old Ulric Upshur, spoke of his death, there was no over whelming sorrow. Why should there be? A man who lives close on to the edge of ninety, and dies leaving a snug little sum over and beyond his funeral ex penses, may surely be said to have ful filled his destiny. • If he had desired to be sincerely mourned, he should have surrounded himself with family ties. Second-cousins can hardly be expected to weep floods of tears on the coffin of an eccentric old personage, whom they have never seen more than a half a dozen times in their lives; the Glovers bought themselves proper straightened their countenances into regulation gravity, •when they alluded to tbp deceased ; bud the first thought was one of exultation at the wealth which had now descended to them. "A thousand dollars in good, hard cash,” said Mr. Glover. “To be paid over at once,” sighed his •wife. The Glovers looked radiantly at each other. They had never had so much money in their possession at any one time since they had got married, twenty good years ago. “My dear,” said Mrs. Glover, "if ever man deserved it, you do! You have al ways "worked hard and paid your honest debts.” “Martha, don’t say a word,” remarked Mr. Glover, patting his wife’s plump shoulder. “No man ever had a better wife than you to save and economize, and make every penny go as far as two.” "Os course the money is yours,” said Mrs. Glover. “No, Martha, yours,” corrected her husband. “But Uncle Ulric was your rela tion.” "The law, my dear, regards husband and wife as one.” “But, Silas, you have the best right to it,” reasoned Mrs. Glover, tenderly eager. “Not a particle more than yourself, Martha.” Mr. Glover beamed upon his wife. Mrs. Glover looked affectionately at her husband. Surely this golden shower of wealth was bringing their courting days back again. Mr. Glover thought to himself that Martha was really prettier than ever. Mrs. Glover thought that her husband never had been so noble and Jove-like. It was all nonsense about money being the root of all evil. One never could put any dependance on these old prov erbs. “Silas,” said Mrs. Glover, ‘Til tell you what we will do with the thousand dollars. We’ll put a wing on the south end of the house. “A wings” repeated Mr. Glover. “My dear, what a preposterous idea!” “I don’t see anything very preposter ous about it,” said Mrs. Glover, redden ing a little. “We have always wanted more room.” “If we’re going to squander it in building—” began her husband, with some acerbity. “Squander it, indeed!” exclaimed the indignant Martha "Pray be so good as not to interrupt me, my dear, said her husband. “ If, I lay, it is to be expended in building—” “That’s more like it!” said Martha, with a toes of her head. “It had a great deal better,” pursued Mr. Glover, “be put into a substantial new barn. Ours has been unfit for use these five years.” “We don’t need a barn,” impatiently interrupted Mrs. Glover. “Aa long aa the horses and cows have a shelter over their heads, it is all that they require. And our barn is as good as anybody tlae’s barn!” I am perhaps the best judge of that, ltrs. Glover”' said her husband. “I’ve been wanting a little more elbow room for a long time, ” Mrs. Glover. “Our best room is perfectly disgraceful, with those big beams in the xtroers and a tucked up little wood on mantle with a cupbotrd over it’” “Some people are never satisfied with anything,” said Mr. Glover, drumming his finger ends on the table. “There ain’t another woman in the place that . would put up with such a parlor I” said Mrs. Glover, just ready to cry. “Well, you may as well make up your mind to be satisfied with it,” announced Mr. Glover. “I’d like to know why!” flashed his wife. “Because it’s the best you’re likelv to get.” ‘ ‘lndeed!” said Mrs. Glover. “That money is going to lie spent sensibly spent,” said Mr. Glover, nod ding his head to keep time to his senten ces, “upon a new barn.” “No, it isn’t!” cried the lady. “Why isn’t iW” said the gentleman. “Because I’m going to have a south wing built out!” averred Mrs. Glover. “No, you’re not!” said Mr. Glover. “We’ll see about that!” shrieked Mrs, Glover. “We will see!” said Mr. Glover. "Le gally, Mrs. IGlover, you’ve no right to one cent of that money of Uncle Ul ric’s!” “Fiddlesticks!” said Mrs. Glover. “Wasn’t Uncle Upshur my relation?” “And aren’t you my wife?” “To my sorrow, I am!” said Mrs. Glo ver, preparing to use her pocket hand kerchief. “But that fact don’t author ize you in robbing me of what is right fully my own.” “Woman,” sputtered Mr. Glover, “what do you mean?” “Exactly what I say!” retorted his wife. “I mean to be master in my own house!” said Mr. Glover, hastily. “You can do as you please about that,” said Mrs. Glover; “but it’s a house I shan’t stay in if I’m to be treated like a mere cipher. I’ll leave you, Silas Glover—yes, I’ll leave you—and all the neighborhood shall ring with your tyr anny and meanness I” “You’re a vixen!” said Glover. “You are a brute!” said Mrs. Glover. “Will you hold your tongue?” said he. “There isn’t the power on earth that can silence me I” protested she. I leave you’ Silas Glover 1” “The sooner the better,” said Mr. Glo ver. “if you are going to turn into such an outragious shrew as this!” But just as their voices raised to an unwonted pitch, were striving for prece dence, the sound of prodigious and long continued knocking at the front door, served, momentarily at least, to calm the tempest. The wordy combatants eyed each other comprehensively. “Woman,” hissed Silas Glover, “you have disgraced me?” “If there’s any disgrace iri the matter,” retorted Martha, “It don’t lie at my door!” At that moment in walked Nehemiah Nixon, the village attorney and counsclor at-law, a stout, short man, with a bald head and a little stumpy growth of white beard under his chin. “Bless my soul,” said Mr. Nixon, “what a noise you’re making, good peo ple!” - Mr. Grover invited the newcomer to take a chair. Mrs. Glover began to/poke the fire, Evidently thqßusbers of 'Uprit wrath yet smouldered, to blaz<" lip again the moment the temporary 1 pressure of conventionality should be i removed. “Well,” said the lawyer, “I’ve brought you a piece of news.” “Eh?” said Mr. Glover. "Unpleasant news,” added Mr. Nixon. ‘ ‘Or at least I suppose you all regard it in that light. It seems—ahem!—that that vagrant son of old Mr. Upshur, who i was reported to have died In Manitoba didn’t die at all. but ia alive and flour ishing, with a wife and two children.” “What!” cried Mr. and Mrs. Glover, in a duet of dismayed voices.” “And,” added Mr. Nixon, in the indif ferent way of one to whom the subject does not matter personally in the least, “they are coming on at once to take pos session of all that the old man left Upon the whole, I am not surprised. The Upshurs always were peculiar. I am tola that old Ulric and his son hadn't spoken to each other for ten years. And when the report of his death was bruited about, old Upshur didn't take the slight est pains to ascertain whether it was true or false.” Fortunately for the peace of the Glover family, Mr. Nixon did not stay long. But when the big front door closed be hind him, Silas and Martha looked at each other. “Martha,” said the husband, who was ' the first to break the unpleasant silence, , “lam glad of it—glad from the very bot tom of my heart!” Mrs. Glover burst into tears, "So am I, Silas 1” sobbed she. “Be cause—because we were nearer quarrel ing with each other than we ever have been in all our wedded life.” “I don’t care one straw about the new barn,” magnanimously declared Mr. Glover. "And I don’t need the south wing,” cried Martha. “We are very comforta ble just as we are.” “I can patch up the old roof, and put a few boards on the end,” said Mr. Glover. “I was always a good hand at carpentering •'* “And what was good enough for your mother is good enough for me,” said Mrs. Glover. “As long as we’re both spared to each other, I don’t care if we • live in a wood-shed.” “I was a villain to speak as I did to you!” cried the conscience-stricken Silas. "It was all my fault, Silas.'' said Mrs. Glover. “It was 1 that provoked you.’ And the middle.aged couple kissed each other as tenderly as if their honey moon were yet shining in the sky, and the first and last cloud that had ever darkened their horizon went dawn in mutual smiles.— Ruth Raneom. The certainty that life cannot be long, and the probability that it will be much shorter than nature allows, ought to awaken every man to the active prosecu tion of whatever he is desirous to per form. It Is true that death may inter cept the swiftest career; but he whois cut off in the midst of an honest under taking has at least the honor of falling in his tank, and has fought the battle, though he missed victory. The Provincial bank of Buenos Ayres has a capital of $33,000,000 and deposits amounting $67,000,000. These figures are not equaled by any Um ted States bank. A DESPERADO'S CAREER. A Man Who Shot Ten Men in Ten Minutes Single Handed. An eastern journal recently published an account of the shooting of eight Texans by Matt Riley in Kansas some years ago. The article concluded with the statement that Riley, some years after the tragedy described, was attacked with paralysis, and died in the eastern States. Riley did not die in the east, but, on the contrary, is alive and a resi dent of San Francisco, where he has lived the greatest portion of the time since his celebrated adventures in Kansas caused a sensation throughout the south west. At that time the sparse population and peculiar conditions of life in Kansas offered great inducements to a desperate man, and Riley made the great State his abode. He filled several positions—was sheriff of Ellsworth, and was deputy marshal at Newton at the time of the sensational adventure with the Taxans. McClusky, the marshal of the town, was Riley’s partner. Riley had formed McClusky’s acquain tance at Laramie, where he met him in company with some of the most desper ate characters that ever infested the West. Subsequently McClusky and Ri ley met on the Atchinson and Topeka road, and they became partners in the preservation of the place, and the pro prietors of a hurdy-gurdy and gambling house at Newton. On the day of Mc- Clusky’s death Riley had been out hunt ing a horse thief, and got back in the afternoon. While standing outside the dance house talking to some one he no ticed that the place was doing a lively trade. McClusky was sitting on a chair with his back to the wall looking at the proceedings, when of a sudden a party of Texans who had planned to kill him sprang forward from the crowd and began to shoot at him. McClusky had killed one of their men some time before, but was wholly unsuspicious of an attack, and he was riddled with bullets before he could draw his pistol. The desperate charac ter of the man asserted itself in the death agony, and his last movement was to cock bis pistol and point it at his as sailants. He had not strength to press the trigger, however, and fell on his lace dead. At the first report of the Texans’ pis tols, Riley started for the dance house. His quick eye took in the tragic situation of his partner at a glance, and in an in stant he’ had seized the nearest Texan by the neck, and, holding him up before him as a living target, opened a fusillade on the assassins. When the firing ceased there were nine men lying on the floor dead and wounded. When Riley loos ened the grasp of his herculean arm from the neck of his human shield the tenth victim of the terrible encounter dropped lifeless to the boards. He had been dead before the encounter had well begun, but if he had not succumbed to the pis tols of his comrades there was a cartridge left in Riley’s third pistol at his service. Eight of the dead and wounded men were of the party of Texans who had murdered McClusky. The other two men who had been killed in the affray were railroad hands and onlookers at the tragedy. It spoke volumes for the closeness of the shooting that only two bultatsAad flown so wide the intended, mark as to bring down innocent victims in the crowded dance hall. Riley re mained in Newton three days after the sensational affray, and then found it ex pedient to leave for parts unknown. He subsequently figured in several desperate affairs on the line of the Union Pacific railroad and through Colorado, Utah, New Mexico, and Nevada. Orders had been issued on the Union Pacific rail road to allow no monte gamblers to ride on the trains, and in obedience to this command Captain Payne of the Omaha depot police tried to eject Riley and his partner, Sullivan, while traveling from Council Bluffs to Omaha. He put off Sullivan, but Riley refused to leave the train, and in the struggle which ensued the captain was knocked senseless by a blow from the desperado’s pistol. After this the trains of the Union Pacific were uncomfortable for Riley, and he moved his headquarters. His partner, Sullivan, like almost every partner he ever had, met a tragic death, another gambler, named Duv*l, shooting him in Chicago. After parting with Sullivan. Riley formed a partnership with the notorious Jack Wiggins, and opened a large sa loon in Salt Lake City. On the open ing night a Morman known as Dutch John, who figured as a destroying angel,, entered the stloon and intimated'to Wiggins that do Gentile would be al lowed to run such an establishment in the city. Some hot words following, the destroying angel seized a bottle and hurled it through the large mirror be hind the bar, shivering the glass into fragments. Wiggins had his pistol out almost before the destroying angel swung the bottle, and the crash of glass was drowned in the report of a shot that sent Dutch John to eternity. For the inaus pious incident of the opening night Wig gins was arrested and sentenced to death. With that lofty consideration which distinguished Mormon justice, Wiggins was given the choice of death by hang ing or shooting. He choose the rope, although exhorted by his rough friends to select the bullet as the most expedi ent and respectable agent of extinction. When reasoned with by Riley, he stated that he preferred to be hanged, “for,” said he, ‘Tve seen many a good man shot, and I want to see one hanged.” • A few days before the day of execu tion Riley managed to secure an oppor tunity for Wiggins to break jaiL, which that worthy improved with alarcrity. The fugtive was concealed for eight days in the cellar under the Walker house. Riley had sold his saloon and spent ail his money to secure the escape of Wiggins. He had hired a notorious character named Bill Bean to take the fugitive to Evanston, Wy. T., on horse back, as from that point he could get East in safety. On the night that Bean was to have token Wiggins away the lat ter asked Riley to give him his pistol, as he had only two of his own, and he wanted another for Bean, whom he ex expected to fight for him if necessary. Riley refused at first, as the pistol was an old friend, but finally yielded to Wiggins’ importunities and handed him the weapon. The moment Wiggins got the pistol he became almost insane with passion, and, seizing Riley, thrust the muzzle of the cocked revolver down the letter's throat till it nearly choked him. Before Wiggins could carry out his threat to blow the head off his partner Bean and others interfered, and Riley made his escape. He at once went to his lodgings, and, getting another pis tol, rushed back to the cellar, but Wig gins had set out on his journey and a trag edy was averted. It subsequently trans pired that Wiggins was jealous of Riley, whom he suspected of paying attention to his inamorato while he was hiding from the officers of the law in the cellar. After escaping from Utah Wiggins could not rest. He soon made his whereabouts known by several daring escapades, and was finally arrested and taken back to Salt Lake. He again escaped, and some years after he was shot in a row in New Mexico. Riley moved to Nevada from Salt Lake City, and figured in that section as a monte gambler and a hard case generally. He finally descended on San Francisco, and, in conjunction with Charles Merion, better known as Boston Charley, a swell mobsman, now serving a term in an East ern penitentiary, opened the first bunco shop in San Francisco. The establish ment was located at the corner of San some and Pine streets, and did a thriving business, capital being furnished by some business men of the city. While in this avocation Riley, alias Foster, fell desper ately in love with a sixteen-year-old girl of Hebrew descent, and finally married her, despite the opposition of her par ents, when she was scarcely sixteen years of age. After this exploit he settled down to the comparatively quiet life of a faro dealer, in which profession he be came paralyzed under remarkably strange circumstances. One night when dealing “a flyer” a gambler won eleven straight bets. Foster, for by that name he was then known, burst into the wildest pro fanity and wound up his exhibition of anger with the wish that he might be paralyzed if the man won the next bet. The man won, and as the faro box drop ped from the nerveless hand of the dealer the players looked at him in hor ror, for he was stricken helpless with paralysis of the left side. Some time after the broken-down desperado, no longer a stalwart specimen of humanity, but a poor cripple tottering on crutches, was committed to the almshouse by his wife. It seemed impossible that he could ever again return to the world, but the tremendous vitality of the man brought him back from the jaws of death, and he is again struggling for a living, a cripple, sustained only by the hope that he may somehow regain the affections of his former wife, now separated from him by divorce and married again.— San Fran cisco Call. Great Finds of Honey in Roofs of Buildings. Two extraordinary takes of honey have just been made in West Surrey. For the last sixteen or eignteen years a colony of bees has taken possession of a niche between the wails of the Hautboy and Fiddle public house, at Ockham, near Ripley. The outer walls of the building are about three feet in thick ness, and the bees made choice of their storehouse at the very top of the build ing, which is three stories high. The landlord and landlady, with their daughters, resolved this year upon find ing out the exact whereabouts of the colony. A diligent search was made one morning under the roof of the house, amVa piece ofi'Comb was found immedi ately below the slates, but in such a position that it could not be reached. Mr. Smith, the landlord, then de scended into the bedroom, and with a hammer and chisel removed a number of bricks from the wall, where the whole stock of bees were found. More than two feet square of the wall had to be removed, when a wonderful sight presented itself. A large mass of comb, about two feet in thickness, filled with honey, was exposed. The bees were fumigated, after which large pieces of honey were cut out, until dish after dish was filled with a total quantity of about 120 pounds. The bricks have not been put into the wall again, but a glass door has been inserted, so that any one interested in bee culture may have an opportunity of seeing them. Another and still more extraordinary take of honey has been secured at Win ter’s Hall, Bromley, the seat of Mr. George Barrett. Some men were sent to take some bees which had got between the ceiling of the coach house and the granary. They succeeded in taking 300 pounds of honey. The bees had been engaged in their novel hiding place sev eral years. It was a very interesting sight to see the way in which they had worked. London Standard. Tapestry Weaving. Tapestry weaving was one of the dis tinctive arts of Florence at that time, when the busy fingers and refined taste of her citizens evolved artistic forms out of every material they touched, be it marble or canvas, stone or silk, wood or preciom, stones. Like most of the arts of the Renaisance, this was also brought from the East at the time of the cru sades, took root in France and Germany and reached its culmination in Italy, The story may be briefly traced in its successive nsmes, Saraginois, Arras and Tapestry. The earlier English and French tapestries, such as the vehs de pictis of Dagobert in the church of St. Denis in the sixth century, the Auxerre embroidered hangings in 840 and the Bayeux tapestry of Matilda do not enter into the history, aa they were not woven but worked with a needle, as were also the Byzantine ones. The Flemish fac tories began in the twelfth century, and those of Arras in Picardy flourished in the fourteenth century.— Art Journal. Origin of Telegraph Poles. At the time when Morse was about to erect—or, more propsrly, lay—his first line of wires between Baltimore and Washington, Mr. Cornell, of Ithaca, read in the papers that the plan was to lay the wire under-ground, and it occurred to him that stringing upon pcles would be much easier and cheaper. Where upon he wrote to Mr. Morse and proposed to btri’d the line upon poles and take pay in telegraph stock. The thing was done and proved a success. Then Mr. Cornell entered at once upon the business of erecting telegraph lines, and taking part pay for his work in telegraph stock, which resulted in the fortune that en abled him to found the university at Ithaca, N. Y., which bears his name. He was at one time the owner of more tele graph stock, perhaps, than any other mao, and had much to do with the prac tical working of the lines. Prospectus for “Slur.” BLOW YOUR WHISTLE I HERE WE COME! 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