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VOLUME VIII. Church Directory. METHODlST.—Douglasville—First, third *nd fifth Sundays. Salt Springs—Second Sunday, ar d Saturday before. Midway—Fourth Sunday, and Saturday be, fore. W. R. FJOTE, Pastor. • BAFTiBT-iPouglaeville, first and fourth Sun days. Rev. A. B. Vaughn, pastor. Masonic. Douglasville Lodge, No. 289, F. A. M.,meets « on Saturday night before the first and third Sundays in each month. J. R. Carter, W. M., W. J. Camp, Secy. County Directory. Ordinary—H. T. Cooper. Clerk—B. N. Dorsett. Sheriff—Henry Ward. Deputy Sheriff—Ct. M. Souter. Tax Receiver—E. H. Camp. Tax Collector—W. A. Sayer. Treasurer—Samuel Shannon, Surveyor—John M. Huey. Coroner—F. M. Mitchell. SUPERIOR COURT. Meets on third Mondays in January and Jnly *nd holds two weeks. Judge—Hon. Samson W. Harris. t!k)L 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 eases on the docket are called. In monthly session it meets on fourth Mondays in each month, Judge—Hon. It A. Massey. Sol. Gent—Hon. W. T. Roberta. Bailiff—D. W. Johns. ordinary’s court Meets for ordinary purposes on first Monday, and for county purposes on first Tuesday in each month. Judge—Hon. H. T. Cooper. JUSTICES COURTS. 730th Dist. G, M. meets first Thursday in each month. J. I. Feely, J. P., W. IL Cash, N. P.. D. W. Johns and W. K. Hunt, L. C. 786th Dist. G. M., meets second Saturday A. R. Bomar, J. P., B. A. Arnold, N. P.. 8. C. Yeager, L. C. ’ 784th Dist. G. M. meets fourth Saturday. Franklin Carver, J. P., C. B. Baggett, N. P. J. 0. James and M. S. Gore, L. Cs. 1259th Dist. (J. M. meets third Saturday. T. M. Hamilton. J.P., M. L. Yates, N. P., 8. W. Biggers L.C., S. J. Jourdan, L. C. 1260th Dist.. G. M. meeta third Saturday. N. W. Camp, J. P., W. 8. .Hudson, N. P., J. A Hill, L. C. ’ 12715 t Diet. G. M. meets first Saturdav. 0. C. Clinton, J. P. Alberry Hembree, K. I’. 1272nd Dist. G. M. meets fourth Friday. Geo. W, Smith, J. P., 0. J. Robinson, N. I’., 1273rd Dist. 0. M. meets third Friday. Thou. White, J. P., A. J. Bowen, N. P., W. J. Harbin. L. C. Professional Cards. RO BERT A. M ASSE Y, ATTORNEY AT LAW DOUGLASVILLE, GA. (Office in front room, Dorsett's Building. > Will practice anywhere except, in the Count; Court of DougUrs county. W. £ JAMES ATTORNEY AT LAW. Will practice in all the courts, Slate tn Federal. Office on Court House Square, DOUGLASVILLE, GA. WM. I. ROBERTS? ATTORNEY AT LAW, DOUGLASVILLE, OA. Will practice in all the Courts. All lega nusineM will receive prompt attention. Office in Court House. cj. r>. camp. ATTORNEY AT LAW. DOUGLASVILLE, GA. Will practice m all the courts. Al* tarineas sntrusted to him will receive prompt attention, B. G. GRIGGS, ATTORNEY AT LAW, DOU3LASVILLE, GA. Will practice in all the aourte, State and Federal. JOHN IW, EDGE, ! ATTORNEY AT LAW. DOUGLASVILLE, GA. Will practice in all the courts, and promptly attend to all bnainewt entrusted to hisoarc. J S JAKES, ATTORNEY AT LAW, DOUGLASVILLE, GA. Wdl nia.tio in tne courts of Dongia**, Campbell. Carroll, I*anldhig, Col4>. Fillton and adjoining counties. I'lompi atteuikm given Soali business. j. h. McLarty, attorney at law. DOUGLASVILLE QA. Will practice m all the c-urt a both State and Federal, tidivx'tiona a apecially. JOHN V. EDGE? ATTORNEY AT LAW. DOUGLASVILLE, OA JOB PRINTING NEATLY DONE AT THE “STAR" OFFICE! ,-~r "l ' ~ wlt i> MS IcsLf ‘,w ’lelal llk aw w 17 MjO The Impossible. Man cannot draw w ater from an empty well, Nor trace the stories that gossips tell, Nor gather the sounds of a pealing belt Man never can stop the billow's roar, Nor change the winds till they blow no more, Nor drive true love from a maiden’s door. Man cannot o'ertake a fleeting lie, Change his wheat to a field of rye, Nor call back years that have long gone by. Man cannot a cruel word recall, Fetter a thought, be it great or smalt Nor honey extract from a drop of gaR. Man never can bribe old Father Time, Gain the peak that he cannot climb, Nor trust the hand that hath done a crime. Man never can backward turn the tide, Nor count the stars that are scattered wide, Nor find in a fool a trusty guide. Man cannot reap fruit from worthless seed, Rely for strength on a broken reed, Nor gain a heart he hath caused to bleed. Man never con hope true peace to win, Pleasure without and joy within, Living a thoughtless life of sin. JIM CHURCHILL. It was dusty, hot and badly ventilated indoors, although out of doors a cold rain was beating cheerlessly against the car windows, and the damp, raw wind was as fresh as the brown hills and ice rev ered marshes it blew over. It was an ac commodation train on one of the trunk lines in the central part of this State and therefore a better condition of affairs could not have been expected. No mat ter how cold the weather or wet, it is al ways hot and dusty on an accommoda tion train. The colder and wetter it is outside, the hotter and dustier inside, and the more unpleasant it is the slower the train bumps over the rails, the more frequent the stops it makes, the larger the crowd of on-coming passengers, and the greater the throng of goers-out. At Palatine Bridge the train came to another stop. On the uncovered platform of the railway station there were gathered a few shivering would-be-passengers, eager to barter one condition of discomfort for another almost equally as disagreeable and impatient at the delay, for whoever knew an accommodation train to be on time? Among them were a man dressed like a fanner and two little girls—the el der less than six years old and the young er her junior a year or so—with fresh, smiling, dimpled faces and sweet, prat tling voices, which even the rumbling of the train, the sticky dust, the plashing rain, the smoke, the heat and the crowd ed load of ill-tempered passengers could not cloud or silence. They came into the ear where I sat. The farmer and the younger child found a vacant seat in front, of me. I moved nearer the aisle to let the other climb over the parcels by my side next to the window, out of which she gazed into the rain and through the blinding clouds of smoke which covered the soggy fields with an intensity of delight that was so unaffect ed that the train ought to have felt flat tered, had it had sense enough to feel anything. “I dess love to ride on the cars, don’t you?” she asked after the train had re sumed its tiresome journey. “Sometimes,” 1 replied. “I do all the time. My papa is aa en gineer.” “Then you ride a good deal?” I ven tured. “Not very much,” she answered with a little sigh of -discontent; “not as much as I want to. Since Mamma went away, Papa won’t let me and Grandma always cries when I go on the cars.” “Ah?” “Didn’t you know that? You know’ iny Papa?” she remarked with such con fidence in my knowledge that I was al most ashamed to say that I didn't: “Don't bother the gentleman,” inter rupted the farmer as he turned half around in his seat and faced me. “She is a big talker. “She doesn't bother me in the least.” I made haste to say. So, reassured, the little maiden turned her face to the win dow, and in a moment was too much ab sorbed in the fleeting panorama to re member anytliing but the passing pleas ure. "Iler father was an engineer on this road—Jim Churchill. Ever heard of him?” continued the farmer after a short pause. ‘’No. AV ell, I ain't surprised. Yet he deservial to be known morc'n lots of men that gets their names before the public, Jim and I was schoolboys to gether up conntry near Palmyra. We was both raised in the same township, and we used to think w hen we was men we’d be partners, and so we was—almost. Jim was bigger’n me, stronger and a year or so older. I was always a runt among the boys, and if it hadn't been for Jim I'd probably been licknl every day in my life. . But Jim wouldn' stand nothing of that sort. He wm as brave as a giant and he never allowed anyone to be im posed upon while he could prevent it, TO NONE-CHARITY TO ALL. DOUGLASVILLE, GEORGIA, TUESDAY JUNE 1, 1886- and when the boys learned that he meant what he said they let me aloue. So we grew’ up together, like two brothers, lie loved me because 1 was weaker then he ’ was, just as a father loves a baity, and I just worshipped him. I’d a’ died for him. stranger, just as easy —if he’d only said the word. You ought to have knpw ed Jim Churchill. One Jim Churchill would make up for a half a million such fellows as me and the ordinary run of folks. “When we were about sixteen years w r e had our first trouble. She w’tisfhc prettiest girl in the county, and she w’as just as sweet and good as she was pretty. She was the dominie’s daughter, and when she came to school Jim and I both set our caps for her at the same time. Funny, stranger, how a pretty girl wull come between old friends. Two men can live like twins a whole lifetime, but just let a pretty woman come in and they will fight like brothers-in-law over a will. When little Phillis came to school, and Jim and I ran races to ask to sec her home or to fetch her to singing school or Sunday night meeting, then, stranger, we knowed the first trouble of our lives. Somehow we grew cold like, and before that year was ended wc did not speak. One night Jim and I met at her house. 1 was seventeen then, and Jim was over eighteen and as big as a num. He had a beard, almost, and he was as handsome as a picture. He didn’t know that I was there, or I don’t think he’d a called. I had been there about an hour, yid just before the knocker sounded Phillis had told me the old story we all of us l?ve to hear so well, and I felt as happy and light-hearted as a lark. When Jim came in and saw r us sitting in the little old par lor he seemed to know just what had happened like a flash. For a moment I thought he’d do something he’d regret sometime. His face got so black and sullen and his eyes got ugly. Phillusaw it, too, soon as I did. “ ‘Jim,’ said she, her voice trembling just a little. ‘Jim, I want you and Mob to shake hands ami be friends.’ “Then I got up and held out my hand; though, to tell the truth, I felt sort of nervous. “ ‘Jim,’ she went on, her voice get ting stronger and her face getting sweet er and sweeter. ‘I want you to love Bob again just as you used to, because-—be cause—l love him so much. Won’t you, Jim? for—my sake.’ “I wish you could have seen Jim just then, stranger. I never saw the good in a man fight so hard with the bad and tome out ahead in all my life before or since and never expect to again. He stood there by the epen window just as if he'd been carved out of stone. 1 didn’t know whether he’d heard what she Raid or not, he was so still. Then just as I was about to take back my hand Jim took it in both of his so hard I almost dropped. Then he threw his arms around my neck, kissed me on my lips, flopped down on a chair, stranger, and cried like a baby. Phillis, the little woman, cried too, and there we all were with our arms around each other crying like women and not any of us knowing what we was crying about. “That settled things with us. After that we was brothers just like we used to be. Well, it’s a long story, and I guess you won’t care to hear it all. So I’ll cut it short. When I was twenty-one I was married. Jim was our best man, and my oldest boy is named James Churchill Brown. About a year or so later Jim married. She was a cripple and su[>- ported her mother doing sewing. But if she had been a royal princess Jim couldn't have treated her any better. After he got ou the road he built her a ; little house near us and there they lived ! and there these little tots came into the world. About a year ago a little boy ! came to their cottage, but he only stayed 1 a day or so, and when he went back to j where he came from he took the little : mother back too, and these little ones were left behind. Jim never lost heart though, but the blow nearly killed him. lie stood up under it a& brave as a lion, and you'd never have known from his face, except that he didn't smile the way he used to, that he knew what sorrow was. One evening last week—it was an off-day with Jim—he and Phillis was out | walking by the creek that runs through I my meadow by the red barn. It was > just dusk and my little boy was running j on ahead playing in the snow when they ; came to the railroad crossing. Just as ; they got there Jim heard a whistle. It wasn't time for the regular train, so he wasn't watching for danger. It was a special and it was coming ’round the curve like lightning. My little Jim was playing on the culvert. Phillis heard the whistle, she saw the boy on the track, and heard the rattle of the engine just as if it was a dream. Then she gave a little scream and fell down on the road in a faint—” “East Creek!” called out the conduct or, as the train stopped again in the storm. “Oh! Uncle Bob!” cried the little maiden by my side. “Look out the window. There’s Aunt Phillis and cous in Jim and there’s grandpa and grandma and what a funny long black wagon that is! Look! Look!” she continued as the farmer gathered together his charges and started for the door. “They are putting a black box in the wagon, and Aunt Phillis is crying awful hard.” “Yes,” replied the farmer as he brush ed away a tear from his eyes. “Yes, that’s Jim Churchill, stranger, in that box.”— Benjamin Northrop in Graphic. A London Pnblic School. One of the miserable districts of Lon don is to be found in Somers Town. Blocks of “Improved Dwellings” and sundry measures taken by the parish au thorities have recently reformed it to a considerable extent. Yet it remains a haunt of poverty. The petty tradesman is the aristocrat of the neighborhood. I The police in its streets are all picked ■ men. The swells who go “slumming” I through it, according to the fashion of ■ the season, are looked at by the patient eyed poor with the same wonderment that butterflies in its alleys would create. In the midst of this sordid district stands a handsome new Board School. It is as large as an average fortress of an cient times. Its bounding walls contain a space of two acres. Within the intri cacies of the play-grounds and covered courts and ground-floor passages the visit or becomes bewildered. It reaches a height of many stories. And here, every day 2,200 poor children are being endow ed with the inestimable benefit of a sound education. It is indeed quite a tovyn in itself, filled with Lil*iputians, v, ho can exhibit at times remarkable free dom of speech and action. Their parents chicifly conic under the following catego ries: laborers, 355; cabmen, 97; coalmen, 93; charwomen, 78; joiners, 50; porters, 45; painters, 44; carmen, 44; stokers, 32; bricklayers, 31; stokers, 25; stable men, 25; blacksmiths, 25; factory men, 28; needle-women, 22; shoemakers, 32; slaughtermen, 21; railway servants, 21; costermongers, i9;Uakbrs, 17; milkmen, 16; tailors, 10. Among the others are sweeps, potmen, cat's-meat vendor , hucksters, drovers, barmaids, barbers, plumbers, sailors, mangle-women, etc., etc. The social state of the people send ing children to this school may be indi cated by the single fact that, out of their number, 415 families inhabit only one room apiece, and 1,030 inhabit homes of two rooms. The families number six in dividuals ou the average. Theodore Thomas. Theodore Thomas, whose name sounds so Anglo-Suxouish, is a native of Hanov er, the son of a noted musician, and be longs to a numerous musical family. He was a child prodigy, and astonished everybody by his violin playing when he was only 7 veal's old. At Bhe gave a public concert at the capital, and highly praised by the most carefid critics. Not long after he was brought to this country. His whole life has been devot ed to the cause of music, and his devo tion has borne good and abundant fruit. He has unquestionably done more for musical culture and advancement in the United States than any 20 men who might be named. The orchestra which he carefully selected and has drilled for years is not only the best, by all odds, in the country, but is not surpassed by any in Europe. Conqietont critics who at tended the Bayreuth festivals during Wagner's life, where everything was as nearly complete as possible, declare that the famous orchestra was not a whit bet ter than, and some think it was not so good as, the orchestra of Theodore Thomas. He has made New York one of the great musical centres of the world. new co:/ y value he introduces to us as early as practicable. Enthusiastic .admirers of music who have spent years in Germany are often sur prised to hear in New York compositions they have never heard in any of its capi tals.—Aeiz Feri Commercial Advert iter. What She Feared. “I understand, Mr. Softley,” said 3liss Muffin, “that you play the violin.” “Well, yes, Miss Muffin, I—a—-try to play the violin.” “That's what I heard. You see, Mr. Softley, we are going to have a little sociable at our house next Thursday evening. I wanted to invite you, but ma—she is so very anxious not to give anybody any trouble—ma was afraid that” “Oh, no trouble at all, I assure you, Miss Muffin,” eagerly interposed Softley. “It will be a positive pleasure to me to bring my violin.” “Ye-e-s—that's what ma was afraid ot”— Traveller't Gazette. STRUCK BY A WHALE. A Little Schooner Gets in the Way of a Monster j Arid 1 is Overturned and Dragged Out of Sight by the Leviathan. “What do I know about whales, sharks, squids, and other animals of the sea?” echoed Capt. Carter of the brig Mary Jane. “Wait till I light my pipe and I’ll reel you off a yarn which I can bring witnesses to swear to.” “In 1879,’’ he continued, after getting his pipe alight, “I owned a small schoon er called the Fly, and I had her in the shell trade. I used to gather them on Santa Rosa Island, and from thence along the coast clear around to Cape St. Blas. My crew was composed of a negro, who act ed as mate, and two boys. Being a wee bit of a craft, and dodging among the islands most of the time, we did not need much of a crew nor any great amount of shamanship. It was in August of the year I have named that one after noon we were about midway between Santa Rosa and the cape, and about fifteen miles off the land. Wc were headed for the cape, and mak ing about three knots an hour, the wind ; being light and the weather fine. One 1 of the boys was at the wheel, the other asleep, and the mate was splicing a rope. I stood on the port bow r looking at a i broken spar floating a few hundred feet j off. There was no sea on, and the Fly ■ was on an even keel. Suddenly, and without a breath of warning, the i schooner was lifted clear of the water with a great crash and flung on her beam I ends. It so happened that no one -was thrown overlward, but before we could exactly understand what had happened the craft turned turtle. ‘ * “The first thing I knowed I was on her bottom, with one of the boys along side o’ me. I had a small keg o’ powder 1 i in the cabin, and iny first thought was 1 that we were blowm up. 1 didn't cling ! to this idea inore'n a minute, however; < for, as I got the water out o’ my eyes, I caught sight of a great black mass along i side, and in a second more made out the great squ.ire head of a whale. The wafer ; jist there was at least ninety feut deep, but it had been roiled up until it looked j like a mud hole for an acre or two around us. I got it through my wool pretty soon | that we had been struck by a whale, : and that the old leviathan of the deep I was alongside. In fact, I could i have touched his nose with a twenty-foot > pole. • “Now’, one of the singular things is that we hadn't seen the spout of a whale that afternoon. Indeed, it is rare for one to run in so nigh that coast. Os coorse, there might have been a whale , sporting around and we not sec him, but the chances are t/lat that fellow had made ! a run of several miles under water, i When he came Up to blow he foumd the ' Fly in his way, and he threw her off his j noseas a bull would toss a gadfly. The ' blow must have dazed him, however, for ' it was a good three minutes before he! moved a fin. I could look intooneof his | eyes, and by and by I noticed it take on j a malicious twinkle, and he gave his ] flukes a flirt and backed off about a hun- i dreel feet. He was mad. He thought ’ he had been attacked by some enemy, I and he wanted revenge. “Well, sir, that consarned critter was corning for us. Being light, the Fly was high ami dry out of water, and offered a pretty fair target. He uttered a snort, swung his flukes about, and came head on, striking the schooner fair amid- j ships. He knocked the two of us twenty feet into the water, and he made a hole in her side through which you could have flung a water butt. The blow broke her i all up, but as the water poured in she only settled dowm until her bottom was a wash. When the boy and I got our eyes clear we noticed that the yawl, nigh full ‘ of water, was floating a little way off, ! arid we made for it. While I hung on to I the bow he climbed in and bailed her out, j and in about ten minutes we were afloat i again- Meanwhile the whale had his ■ nose agin the upset schooner, as if smell- I ing of her. She was between us and him, ; and it was a lucky thing for us. We , hadn't so much as a splinter to paddle . with, and the breeze seemed to have died ' away about the time the Fly went over. “By and by old leviathan backed off for another round. This time he went I further, and he came faster, but as the | schooner had settled down he slid up on ! J her bottom until his weight settled her I ' down and let him pass over. As he floundered over she rolled heavily to star- ’ board and his flukes were no sooner clear ' of her than she righted herself. Tn so ! doing both masts snapped off, and a tan- 1 glr of cordage covered the water. The 1 Fly hadn’t ballast enough to sink her, ; 1 but she was down until her rail was al- ; 1 most awash. The yawl was too small 1 NUMBER 17. potatoes for the whale, or he reekaM&t on finishing the schooner first. He , quiet for a short V me and made another! dash at her. He was kicking up such an sea that we couldn’t exactly make oi«t p how 1 he got fast in the wreckage /but fe'-f. he got. There was such a tangle of ropes?, that he probably drew some of them i«tso his mouth. Then the fun came to a e-E --max. We had drifted 'away until wcIB clear of him, and apprehending no ira- » mediate danger. What a commotion that old chap kicked up when he touwil himself toggled! He rapped the water with his flukes until the sound conld be heard a mile away, and he rolled his huge bulk to starboard and port until he rausedE a sea heavy enough for a ten-knot breea&e.. By and by he seemed to get rattled, sua«£ off he went, towing wreckage, selioom?f and all. He made the most tremendon efforts to get clear, but as this was im possible, he headed right out to sea, aiu at length was lost to sight. About nmi night that night we were picked up by » j coaster. The mate and one of the Ixrpr i w ere clean gone, probably drowned undm the Fly as she went over, but the otlu*® boy—now’ a man—is living in New Or leans, and can back every statement® have made.”— New York Sun. - Ancient Writing Material. When the Prophet Ezekiel was cost manded to write about the city of Jeru salem, he was compelled to write his ac count on smooth tiles, and we find frag®- ruents of such tiles to this day. Th* heaps of broken pots and crockery of ads sorts, which arc now so abundant in all Eastern towns, prove that Lite of smooth stone or tiles were constantly used fit* this purpose. The Island of on the Nile, is said to have furnished more than a hundred such specimens- One of these is a soldier’s leave of ab sence, scribbled on a fragment of an old : vase. How little those scribes and oc ! countants imagined the interest with ; which their descendants would one day treasure their rough notes! Still quaint , er were the writing materials of those an- I cient Arabs w’ho, before the time of : Mohammed, used to carve their annate |on the shoulder-blades of sheep. Tb»: l “sheep-chronicles” were strung together,, ’ and thus preserved. After awhile .'heep** i bones were replaced by sheep’s skin, and the manufacture of parchment "Vrtet I brought to such perfection as to’ placoit j among the refinements of art. Wc hear ! of vellums that w'ere tinted yellow, other* i white. Others were dyed of a rich jwar pie; and the writing thereoaTlwWM*' icn ink, with gold borders a”nd many-- colored decorations, These pntciot®. manuscripts were anointed with the oil of cedar to preserve them from moths. We hear of one such in which the name off 1 Mohammed is adorned with garlarxteat tulips and carnations painted in vivecl ’ ; colors. Still more precious was the silky paper of the Persians, powdered with : gold and silver dust, whoreon were painted rare illuminations; while the. , book was perfumed with atter of roses-or i essence of sandalwood. Os the denowudl i io. writing materials, one may form scu ! w fuint notion from the vast manuscript libraries of which records have been jwe ■ served, as having been collected by thr | Caliphs both of the East and the i the former in Bagdad, the latter in j dahisia, where there were eighty great public libraries, besides that vast one aft- Cordova. We also hear of private IQme»- rics, such as that of a physician who-de clined an invitation from the Sultan at Bokhara, liecause the carriage of kite books would have required 400 c-amefau The Eight-Hoar System. “Papa,” said the daughter of a employer of labor, “are you in favor cd the eight-hour system?” “Well, daughter,” he answered, “n®- dcr certain circumstances, I am. “Oh, I’m so glad,” she rapturously at. I claimed. “Why, my dear, why are you so inte® ested?” “Because, papa, George has been only staying four hours every evening, and be told me last night if you favored tAx eight-hour system he needn’t go bonus nearly so early. You dear old papa, I’o# so glad you arc in favor of it,” and rfw threw her soft white arms about his neck and choked off all explanations.— IFaate ington Critic. Another Core for Stammeriag. A writer in the Popular Science New gives the following as a method forth» cure of stammering; “Go into a room where you will be quiet and alow , get some book that will interest but not ex cite you, sit down and and read two hours aloud to yourself, keeping the teeth closed. Do the same tiring evety two or three days or once a week if very tiresome, always taking care to react slowly and distinctly, moving the but not the teeth.”