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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, -«» , ■— - ... _ 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 DGDGWIWt GA iißißpeeMJ aUentkMa to Surfer’ and Cbrwaie Pie- •*** In eUhe* |gH I'HBw Upstairs is D*mti> Brick Building. ■ “rlTverdery. Bjjifcysician and Surgeon *i ..n iH.stbKxt E, r««e«tw:2 ■. t* & * '***' **■*—* •* bare teen uvatoJ and »<♦ etU iflßß'*- Uhis wu “ I .1 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.