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VOLUME VII.
Church Directory.
Mithodist—Douglasville, first and sscond
Bundays. Rev. C. 8. Owen, pastor.
Baptist—Douglasv. !e, first and fourth Sun
days. Rev. A. B. \ aughn, pastor.
Masonic,
Douglasville IxxJge, No. 289, F. A. M.,meet»
on Saturday night before the first and third
Sundays in each month. J. R. Carter, W. M.,
W. J. Camp, Secy.
County Directory,
Ordinary—EL T. Cooper.
~ Clerk—B. N. Dorsett.
Sheriff-Henry Ward.
Deputy Sheriff—G, M. Souter.
Tax Receiver—E. H. Camp.
Tax Collector —W. A. Sayer.
Treasurer—Samuel Shannon,
Surveyor—John M. Huey.
Coroner—F. M. Mitchell.'
BUI’EBIOR COURT.
Meets on third Mondays in January and Julj
and holds two weeks.
Judge—Hon. Samson W. Harris.
Sol. Genl.—Hon. Harry M. Reid.
Clerk—B. N. Dorsett.
Sheriff—Henry Ward.
COUNTY COURT.
Meets in quarterly session on fourth Mon
days in February, May, August and November
and holds until all the cases on the docket are
called. In monthly session It meets on fourth
Mondays in each month,
Judge—Hom R. A. Massey.
BoL Gent-Hon. W. T. Roberts.
Bailiff—D. W. Johns.
• r i 4 OROIXART’B COURT
" Meets sos ordinary purposes on first Monday,
and for county purposes on first Tuesday in
each month.
-Judge—Hon. H. T, Cooper.
JUSTICES COURTS.
780th Liat. G. M. meets first Thursday in each
month. J. L Feely, J. P.? W. H. Cash, N. P.,
D. W. Johns and W. K. Hunt, E. C.
786th Diet. G. M., meets second Saturday.
A. R. Bomar, J. P., .11 A. Arnold, N. P., 8. 0.
Yeager, L. C.
784th Diet. G. M. meets fourth Saturday.
Franklin Oarver, J. P., 0. B. Baggett, N. P.,
J. 0. James and M. 8. Gore, L. Cs.
1259th Dm, U. M. meets third Saturday. T.
M. Hamilton, J.P.. M. L. Yates, N. I’., «. W.
Biggers. L.C., 8. J. Jourdan, L. C.
1260th Diat., G. M. meets third Saturday. N.
W. Camp, J. P., W. 8. Hudson, N. P., J. A.
Hill, L. O. *
13715 t Dlst. G. M. meets first Saturday. C.
Clinton^ J. P. Alberry Hembree, N. P.,
1272nd Dist. G. M. meets fourth Friday.
Geo. W, Snuth, J. P., C. J. N. I\,
IS7Br<l Bist. G. M. meets third Friday, Thus.
White, J. p., A. J. Bowen, N. P., W. J. Harbin,
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Professional Cards.
rToBERnrMASSEYT”
ATTORNEY AT LAW
|j * dougt.asville, GA.
(Office in front rqora, Dorsett’s Building.>
WUS- 'jifectice, anywhere except in the County
Court of Douglass county.
2 W. I. JAMES,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Will practice in all'the courts, State a»
Federal. Office on Court House Square,
DOUGLASVILLE, GA.
——-— _
WM. T. ROBERTS,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
/ W* DOUGLASVILLE, GA.
-/Will practice in all the Courts. All legs
business will receive prompt attention. Office
in Court House.
B. G. GRIGGS,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
DOUGLABVH.LE, GA.
Will practice tn all the courts, State and
Federal, __
JOHN M, EOGE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW.
DOUGLASVILLE, GA.
Will practice in all the courts, and promptly
attend to all buainesa entrusted to his care.
i J.SJAMEi
I ATTORNEY AT LAW,
I DOUGLASVILLE. GA.
■ Will practice In the courts of DougtaM,
■ OMnpbell. Carroll. I’auldtog, Cobb, Fnhon and
■ adjwnuug eouulio*. Prompt attemtou given
: KflKsSSßlSflfe— - - ■
1 j. h. McLarty,
|| attorney at law.
■ ' IXH Ul-ASVII.LE. GA.
a pnu-Ucv sn »H »>ir c. nrta, both State an,!
Federal. UoUcctiuua a specialty.
■ JOHN V EDGE.
J|TTORNEY AT LAW.
DOUGLASVILLE, GA.
& Doctor*.
I® DR. T. R. WHITLEY.
and Surgeon
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Below the Sea.
Deep in the bay the old church lies,
Beyond the storm-wind’s power,
The waves that whelmed it ever play
In ripples round the tower.
And if you look down through the tide—
Many and many a time—
You may catch the glimmer of the stones,
Or heai- the sweet bells chime !
For they that dwell deep in the sea,
Below the wind and rain,
The Mermen and the Mermaidens,
Have built it up again I
They have made fast the mined walls
Wjith their immortal hands,
And strewn the aisle with red sea-fiowen,
And with the wet sea sands.
And when a drifting boat comes back
Rock shattered to the shore,
With never captain at the helm,
Nor sailor at the oar,
Then down below the stormy foam
The sweet old bells ring free,
They call upon the mariners
That come no more from sea.
—May Kendall, in Magazine of Jlrt.
<S A Secret of the Sea.”
The following story was told me a
short time ago by a friend, who had it
only at second hand from an eye-wit
ness of the whole affair. My friend
began thus:
“The strange thing I am going to
tell you is true; I know it because I
have It from a friend, or, rather a re
lation, of one of the officers on board
the ship.
“Some years ago, before the exist
ence of the Suez Canel, a large East
Indiaman was making her way easily,
with light Summer winds, along
through the Indian Ocean to Calcutta.
The Cape had been passed several days
before, and now, with charming
weather, officers and passengers, to say
nothing of the crew, were looking for
ward to the end of what had been a
pleasant, though quite uneventful,
voyage.
“They had had nothing more serious
than a ‘half-gale o’ wind,* had met only
three or four ships, homeward bound;
and in spite of a score or more agreea
ble passengers, in spite of the last sen
sation novels, of musical entertain
ments. of flirtations by moonlight on
deck, and even m spite of unlimited
gossip, the days had grown very mo
notonous,and the weeks unaccountably
long; even light-hearted middies had
begun to chafe and fret over the long
confinement on shipboard, and the
young ladies to sigh for an excitement.
“I take it for granted that you know
that the service of the East India
Company’s ships was like the Naval in
its organization; there were captain,
lieutenants, midshipmen and petty of
ficers; the ships were mounted with
heavy guns, and were well armed, and
manned with men trained for fighting.
The voyage was long, and in time of
war the Indiamen were regarded as
very desirable booty. The ships were
large, strongly built and very commo
dious, and often luxuriously fitted up.
“The day had been hot, and the light
wind hud died almost entirely away;
the great ship rose and fell on the
waves, and her sails hung loosely from
the tall masts that slowly swayed back
and forth with monotonous, cracking
sound one knows so well who has been
much at sea. It was •sundown,’ and
. the short twilight of the tropics was
I fast deepening into night; everybody
had come upon deck to enjoy such
whiffs of air as might be stirring, the
passengers and officers on the quarter
| deck, while the crew were hanging
j over the side or lazily lounging on the
| neat coils of rope about the deck.
> “Suddenly a faint, very faint sound
’ —eo faint, one knew not what it was
whence it came—or scarcely if there
I had been a sound at all. People asked
each other about it; some had heard it
and others had not; and after some
| discussion it was decided there really
I was nothing at all. And just as they
reached that conclusion the sound
came again, and a Utile clearer, more
positive than before, so that every one
heard something. ‘lt was the moan of
the breeze through the rigging!’ *No,
it was the bell for’ard F It was fifty
’ most ordinary sounds in the world,
and quite a matter of course that it
I should have been heard; and then—
| again it came—as if it dropped from
i the air. and were the sob of some sad
hearted spirit floating by. And then
the thing was talked over and
over, and everybody had a theory, and
I nobody was satisfied with any of them.
| “Meantime it grew darker, and the
J great stars of the Southern Workl
| started out, makiiur the night lumi
nous with their wunderful glory. A
. silence fell upon the busy ♦ongues, and
FAWNING TO NONE-CHARITY TO ALL
DOUGLASVILLE, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, JANUARY 12, 1886-
all eyes were gazing upwards, when ]
suddenly through the hush broke the
tone of a bell. Full, clear, musical it
rang out, then died slowly, seeming to
go further and further away, until the
last faint sound came from a long dis
tance off; then again silence, and peo
ple looked strangely at each other, and
almost as if they were fearful of break
ing that stillness by speaking the
words that hung on every lip. At
last Captain Stanley hailed the mast
head. \
“ ‘No, sir, nothing in sight It’s a
littlejnisty up to windward.’
“ ‘Keep a sharp lookout—d’ye hear ?’
“ ‘Ay, ay, sir !’
“A slight puff of wind blew past the
ship—just enough to bear the distinct
tone of the mysterious bell, and also to
tell from which direction it came; it
was deeper, clearer, fuller than before.
Tfib mystery deepened, but Captain
Stanly said, quietly: ‘That mist un
doutedly holds the solution of the af
fair; it is some ship’s bell, as we shall
see as soon as it lifts a little.’ But
hour after hour went on, and still the
midst hung low on the water, and
still the mournful of that bell
was borne to the ears that listened all
hrotigh the night on board the Dare.
Few left the deck, and all night long
that sad, weird tolling kept them com
pany—now seemingly closer to them,
and again so faint and far away. It
was uncanny, and to the sensitive ones
sounded like the strokes of doom.
“Just before the early dawn, while
it was yet only a clear starlight, the
mist lifted, and at once came the cry
from the masthead: Something to
windward.’
‘What is she like?’
•“Well, it’s a queer sort of a craft
altogether.’
“ ‘Mr. Crabbs, will you go up and
see what you make of her?’ said Cap
tain Stanley; and Mr. Crabbs, a light
footed young middle, sprang up thp
rigging, and in a few moments
turned, saying:
s “ ‘She, or it, is a very queer-juukingi
thing, sir; ft is pretty dark yet,' as
well as I can see, it looks like a big
flatboat with a sort of house on it—it
floats low in the water. And that bell
sir—keeps on tolling sir,’ said little
Crabbs, hesitatingly.’
“ ‘Yes—yes—we can all hear the
bell plainly enough, Mr. Crabbs!’ and
turning to the first lieutenant, Cap
tain Stanley went on; ‘Mr. Fraser, see
a boat lowered away at once: send Mr.
Crabbs in command of her, to board
this stranger and find out what this
means.’
“ ‘A few minutes later one of the
ship’s boats, manned with a crew of
six men, and little Crabbs in the stern,
was pulling towards the flatboat, which
had become visible, from the ship’s
deck. There was no steady wind, but
l a slight puff or two had been made
the most of to draw a little closer to
the strange thing, and the Dare now
lay almost or quite becalmed about
two miles distant from it; the house or
cabin—the top of it at least—could be
seen, and a sort of crossbeam arrange
ment on which hung the bell whose
solemn voice was heard as the boat
rose and tell with the waves; but no
living soul was visible. Every glass
l was directed upon the little boat as it
’ came up alongside. Mr. Crabbs was
seen to climb up the side and instant
■ ly disappear, while in the same mo
ment the boat pushed off and made
for the ship, pulling in a disordered.
‘ hesitating manner, stopping for a few
minutes’ discussion seemingly, then
their way with a long, regular stroke.
“Arrived at the ship’s side, they
came on board in a dazed sort of away
j with white scared faces; and upon
Captain Stanley’s stern demand for an
explanation, they managed to tell their
story.
“They saw no human being, they
heard sound of human voice on that
haunted thing; but as Mr. Crabbs
steppeci upon the top of the high bul
wark, a large black figure reached up
and seized him with its long arms and
dragged him down; and there was a
sound of rattling of chains and shrieks
and yells of fendish laughter; and the
I thing was loaded with devils, and the
Foul Fiend himself had got poor Mr.
1 Crabbs, and they got away as fast as
they could.
“And sad and terrible enough it all
was, and that horrible bell went on
tolling an awful knell for poor, bright
(hearted little Crabbs. There were
I sobs and tears, and pale cheeks, and
mourning for the lad; and after a Ut
i tie the captain said, with a bard voice,
and a set, stem look on hit pleasant
j face:
i “ ‘Mr. Fraser, send that boat back
with a fresh crew; or, rather take com
mand yourself, sir—take the best men
and plenty of arms.’
"And in a few moments the little
went back, carrying men who
bad* father' fight’ a man-of-war twice
their size than face a foe that was un
known, and doubtless belonged to the
unseen world; but they went, and res
olutely, for everybody loved little
Crabbs.
“How earnestly and anxiously they
were watched from the decks of the
Xone can well imagine. Mr.
r and the boatswain, well armed
and revolver in hand, climbed cautious
ly up the sides of the flatboat, and
to raise their heads slowly
above the bulwark. And this is what
they saw: a magnificent Bengal tiger
of the finest breed just’ finishing his
revolting meal! They fired together,
and the great creature fell over and
died without a struggle.
“Then the boat’s crew were
to come up, and they carefully climbed
on board, and with a pistol in each
hand, be£ m of the cab
in; there was no door to it, and as they
entered the wide doorway, there right
before them they saw two skeletons—
of a man and a woman, chained, one
against each side of the room. Be
tween them, in the midst, was a brok
en chain, one end still riveted to the
floor—the other hung to the neck of
the slain tiger I
“Fronting the doorway, on the wall
was written in Arabic: ‘Such is my
vengeance upon those who rouse my
jealousy.’ The ghastly tale was told.
“Silent from horror, they gathered
together all that was left of the gay
mtddie, and covering them with a
boat-cloak, the Dare’s men rowed back
and told their story.
“Lieutenanff Fraser told it all to the
person who tpH it to use, and strange
and horribleMlt is avoid ."’i* know,
norijng is Uo Ui ange,’ or Joo horrible
I ‘to U true; sml my story true.”
The Jolly Japanese.
“All life is a joke to the Japanese,”
said Lieut Wyckoff of the hydrograph
ic bureau, who lived in Japan for five
years. “During all that time I never
saw any one angry. I hardly believe
they could lose their tempers if they
should try. They can kill or be killed
with the most perfect sacoir fairs.
The trades-people will cheat you out
of your eyes if you let them, and a
good many would rather lie than tell
the truth. But there is really no mal
ice in it all If you find them out
they will simply laugh in your face, as
if to say they thought they were clev
er in trying to take you in, but that
you were still more clever in catching
them. I was personally aeqainted
with the Cabinet, who really constitute
the ruling power. They carried on
the Government as if it were a big
piece of fun. The Mikado is the only
one who is expected to look at life grave
ly, and he makes up in his existence for
the levity of all his subjects. He is sc
completely secluded that he may be
said to live in a tomb. Altogether,
Japan is a delightful place to live in,
and American and English naval
! officers who go there always hate to
; leave. Aside from the charms of
country and climate, I put its people
I for hospitality, warmth, and cheerful-
I ness against any nation on earth.”—
: Omaha "Herald.
• " "Willi
She Paid Extra.
A widow, whose age might have
been forty, went into business on
Grand River avenue a few weeks ago
and the first move was to get a sign
painted. The services of a sign
j painter were secured, and when he
; finished his work he put on his “im
print” by placing his initials ‘W. A.
II.” down on the left hand corner of
the sign. When the widow came to
criticise the work she queried :
“Wbat does W. A. ll.’ stand for?”
“Why.‘Wanted, A Husband,’" re
plied the painter.
“Oh, yes—l see,” she mused. “It
was very thoughtful in you, and here
is a dollar extra.” —Detroit Free Pr&s.
The Student’s Recommendation.
Professor to medical student: *W«
wiR suppose another case. By the
blunder of a prescription clerk a man
| has taken twenty grains of cyanide of
j potassium. What would you recom
mend?'”
“I would recommend that the ob
sequies be conducted in strict accord
ance with his bank account and stand
ing in society, sir.*— CMctifr Ledger
AFTER A BIG ALLIGATOR.
Novel Manner of Destroying
the Saurian.
Trolling for the Reptile with an Infernal
Machine for Bait,
The story of the pursuit and de
struction of a huge alligator is told as
follows in a Florida letter to the New
York Sun: We found him after a
three days’ hunt Just above the
mouth of a creek flowing into the St
John’s river was a small bay or la
goon, and as we rowed softly into this,
we caught sight of him.
He was the biggest, ugliest-looking
alligator ever seen in the stateof Flor
ida. He was two-thirds out of water
on the sandy shore, and on that part
of his body thus exposed we could see
the marks of a dozen bullets. It was
evident, from his size and wrinkles,
that he was an old denizen—a boss
among alltggters. How many darkies,
pigs and calves he had picked up dur
ing his career could only be guessed
at, but he was sized up as having tak
en in his full share of this world’s
goods.
We were after his highness. Among
our party was a machinist, who had
invented an infernal machine. It
was a clock-work arrangement to ex
plode gunpowder, and we had been
hunting for some autocrat, monopoly
tyrant to try it on. We looked
upon the alligator as the personifica
tion of all three individualities and
corporations, and we wanted to strike
a telling blow for freedom.
As we discovered his hiding
place, we dropped back to the river,
and the machinist prepared his sur
prise. The clock was set to run for
half an hour, and the entire machine,
properly charged, was encased in a
large neck-piece of beef brought from
the hotel kitchen. The beef was
wound with wire, and then we were
ready.
The idea was that, the alligator
made his home in the lagoon, andthati
he was not likely to leave it under or
dinary circumstances. A negro was
landed and sent through the bushes to
scare the old monopolist out of his
sleep and off the shore. This was a
feat easily accomplished, although the
reptile seemed mad and insulted as he
took to the water.
We then, rowed into the lagoon, a
stout fishline was tied to the beef, and
we began trolling for alligators. Us
ing the oars very softly, we rowed back
and forth across the lagoon, with the
beef drawn along on the bottom.
From the time the clock was set to
the moment we entered the lagoon
was full fifteen minutes. Somebody
besides the alligator might get blown
up. We had exactly eight minutes
left when the machinist called out:
“He’s got it! He’s got it! Pull for
the shore!”
Somebody or something had grabb
ed the baited line with such eagerness
that the man had to let go. He had
taken the precaution to attach a float,
and as we stood on the shore we saw
this float make a circuit of the lagoon.
His royal nibbs had got it, and if that
infernal machine was of any good he
would soon be made to feel real un
happy.
We got back on a rise of ground
about thirty feet from the water and
waited. The four or five minutes
seemed twenty, and we were begin
ning to despair, when the alligator sud
denly breached like a whale, and at the
same moment the explosion took place.
There was a horrible muss. Meat and
pieces of hide spattered the sand and
bushes, and about half the tail was
blown thirty feet into a tree to lodge
there. The smell for the next ten
minutes would have discounted all the
skunks in Ohio, and we had to push
back a quarter of a mile and wait for
a cold wave to carry it off.
The infernal machine was a success.
It had exploded to the very minute.
It bad begun from way back in that
alligator’s system and given him a
surprise party which tickled him to
deatiu ______________
Hyoscine, a worse sedative than
chloral, is being used in New Yurk.
It comes from a German plant and has
been occasionally sold by German
apothecaries at 75 cents a grain, but
the demand has recently increased and
the price has gone up. The danger
arises from the fact that it is very
powerful and the risk of overdoses is
great Its habitual use produces mus
cular paralysis and violent delirium.
NUMBER 47.
Tearing for the End.
Breathe soft and low, O whispering wind,
Above the tangled grasses deep,
Where those who loved me long ago
Forgot the world and fell asleep.
No towering shaft, or sculptured urn.
Or mausoleum’s empty pride,
Tells to the curious passer-by
Their virtues or the time they died
I count the old, familiar names,
O’ergrown with moss and lichen gray, ,
Where tangled brier and creeping vine
Across the crumbling tablets stray.
The summer sky is softly blue; >
The birds still sing the sweet, old strain;
But something from the summer time '
Is gone, that will not come again.
So many voices have been hushed,
So many songs have ceased for aye,
So many hands I used to touch
Are folded over hearts of clay.
The noisy world recedes from me:
I cease to hear its praise or blame
The mossy marbles echo back
No hollow sound of empty fame.
I only know that calm and still
They sleep beyond life’s woe and wt’J,
Beyond the fleet of sailing clouds,
Beyond the shadow of the vale
I only feel that, tired and worn,
1 halt upon the highway bare,
And gaze with yearning eyes beyona
On fields that shine supremely tai.
—Philadelphia Record.
HUMOROUS.
A man isn’t necessarily related to ft
hen because he lays bricks.
An astonishing sign at a tobacco
nist’s in Paris: “No Smoking.”
The school ma’am who married a
tanner had evidently a glimmering of
the fitness of things.
Notwithstanding the depression in
business circles, the business of the
thief seems to be picking up.
Scarlet stationery has been intro
duced, but will not be popular. Who
wants a letter red before it is writ
ten?
What-is the worst thing about rich
es?” asked the Sunday school superin
tendent. And the new boy said, “Not
having any.’’
“The way to sleep,” says a scientist,
“is to think of nothing.” But this is
a mistake. The way to sleep is to
think it is time to get up.
A contest between two dentists as
to which of the two could take out
most teeth in a given time resulted, as
was expected, in a draw.
After all, it is the condition of trade,
that regulates the fashions. Nearly;
all kinds of garments are worn longefi
in dull times than in prosperous'
times.
A young man who was jilted by his
girl, and subsequently married her,'
says she treated him like a bottle o£
patent medicine. He was “shaken*
before taken.
It is said by an agricultural paper
that “coal-ashes are very distasteful;
to cut worms.” Then the coal-ashes
should be saved for worms that are]
not cut. Every farmer should be kind
to the worms.
Naturalists say that the feet of the
common working honey bee “exhibit
the combination of a basket, a brush
and a pair of pincers.” This may be
true, but we never knew before that B
basket, a brush and a pair of pincere
were so warm to the touch.
Lady, in registry office—l am afraid
that little girl won’t do for a nurse;
she is too small. I should hesitate to
trust her with the baby. Clerk—Her
size, madam, we look upon as her
greatest recommendation. You should
remember that when she drops a baby
it doesn’t have very far to fall.
Sam Jones, the Revivalist.
Sam Jones was born in Alabama
about the year 1847. In bis youth
his parents moved to Georgia, where
he was brought up. He comes of a
family of Methodist preachers, but in
his youth was wild and dissipated. He
studied law, and had just entered upon
the practice of bis profession when
his father died. The old gentleman,
who was a moat sincere, God-fearing
roan, on his death-bed urged bis son
to repentance, and the young man
dates his conversion from that
Having forsaken his dissipated habits
and his wild companions, he also de
cided to give up the profession of the
law and enter the ministry. He was
first licensed to preach by the Atlanta
conference in 1872, and since that
time he has preached with great suc
cess and conducted revivals in nearly
every city in the South and Southwest *
Shortly after entering upon his career?
as an evangelist Mr. Jones married f
Miss Laura McElwain of
Ky.— Chicago Inter-Ocean.