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The Calhoun Times.
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w. s. Johnson;
Attorney At Lnw,
CAJjIIOUK GEOR GJA.
ftgr Office in Southeast corner of the
IJourt House.
Aug 11 1 If
|. q, FAIN. JOS. M CONNELL.
fain and McConnell,
Attorneys at Law,
CA MI OCX. . GEORGIA.
Office in the Court House.
Aug 11 1 if
R. M. TARVER^
Attorney at Law,
CA LllO UN, aE OR GIA.
tlfvp' Office in the Court House.
Aug 11 1 ts
W. J. CANTRELL,
Attorney At I^avr.
Calhoun, Georgia.
WILL Practice in the Cherokee Circuit,
in U. S. District Court, Northern Dis
trict of Georgia, (nt Atlanta); and in the Su
preme Court of the State of Georgia.
E. J. KIKER,
A-ttornoylat Law,
CA LHO UX. GEORGIA.
at the Old Stand of Cantrell Kikrr. J
IFILL practice in all the Courts of the
M Cherokee Circuit; Supreme Court of
Georgia, ami the United States District Court
at Atlanta, Ga. augl9'7oly
RUFE WALDO THORNTON,
UE>TIST,
Calhoun, - G, o agia.
THANKFUL for former patronage, solicits
a continuance of the same.
Office oyer Boaz, Barrett & Co's. seplo
DR. D.C. HUNT,
Physician and Druggist,
CAL HO ex. GA.
ATTENTION EVERYBODY!
I —o—
/ KARLIN,
Would reipind the people of Cherokee
Georgia of the fact that they are still at their
i statid oft the corner of Court House and
"all streets, ready to supply eyery body's
in the way of
6T/tn£ MS FANCY
GOODS!
ROOTS, SHOES, HATS, &c.
m l , ** Low for Cash as any other
®an can possibly afford to do.
1 hey also keep & select block of
f amily oroojuries,
PLANTATION SUPPLIES,
% HARDWARE, CUTLERY Ac.,
WiD a '° tk® lowest market prices.
'"‘nirj’gJu** P " iCCS f ° r a " kmJ,<>f
A" 811 i it
Vtnl'iy Tt-a«, Sjrup, Kice, Cheeee,
thund, _ a?l ‘ P ,ce ’ Factory Yarns in
anceat DrJOURNETT & SON’S,
__ Corner Store, Home, Ga.
1 rinting neatly executed here.
“Home Again/’
J. C. RAWLINS, Prop’r.
CHOICE - HOTEL
BROAD ST., ROME. GA.
Passengers taken to and from the Depot Free
of Charge. <>ct(>’7utf
TEN NES SEE HOUSE,
ROME, GEORGIA,
J. A. STANSBURY, Proprietor.
FMHE above Hotel is located within Twenty
I Step* o* th* Railroad Platform Baggage
handled freeot Charge. o t€’7otf
ALBERT q. PITnER. HENRT H. SMITH.
PITNER & SMITH,
Wholesale and Retail
Grocers & Commission Merchants
AND DEALERS IN
PURE KENTUCKY WHISKIES,&c.
No. 25, Corner Broad k Howard stg.,
ROME , - - GEORGIA.
octO,l 870-1 y
COLCLOUGH,
HARKINS &
GLOVER,
Xlomo, G-a.,
CALL the attention of dealers to the fact
tlmt they have just received the largest
stock of
Dry Goods, Boots, Shoes, &c.,
ever offered in the Cherokee country, and
can furnish them at exactly New York prices.
Call and be convinced. sept22’7o-ly
Bones, Brown &. Cos., I J. &S. Bones &. Cos.,
Augusta, Ga. Home, Ga.
Established 1825. j Established 1809.
J. &S. BONES & CO.
ROME, OA.
IMPORTERS
AND
Wholesale Dealers
HARDWARE,
CUTi£BY,CUNS, AC,
WILL offer for sale, the coming season :
3.70 Tons Swedes Iron,
7 ii Tons “Jenks” Plow Steel,
A LARGE LOT OF
Imported Cutlery and Files,
Together with a full assortment of G EX
ERAL HARDWARE.
WE are Agents for R. lIOE & CO'S. Pat
ent Inserted Tooth Circular Saws; Machine
Belting. Orange Rifle Powder, and Rome
Iron Manufacturing Co’s. Merchant Bar Iron
and Nails.
All of above to compete with any House
South. nov!7’7o-4m
W. T. ARCHER,
Wholesale and Retail Dealer in
itmiiSTOi 1
Mattresses, Looking-Glasses,&c.
All of which lam offering at extremely low
p-ices.
82 Whitehall st., : ATLANTA, GA.
novl7 70-om
J. H. CAVAN,
WHOLESALE AND RETAIL DEALER IX
Fine Wines, Liquors & Cigars,
No. 11 Granite Block,
Broad Street, - ATLANTA, GA.
AGENT FOR THE SALE OF THE
Celebrated Cincinnati LAGER BEERand ALE
sept 29 For the State of Georgia. 3ui
G. H. & A. W. FORCE,
SIGN OF THE
BIG IRON BOOT,
Whitehall Street, : : : Atlanta, Ga.
BOOTS. Shoes and Trunks, a complete Stock
and new Goods arriving daily! Gents''
Loots and Shoes, of the best makns. Ladies’
Shoe3 of aU kinds. Boys, Misses and Children’s
Shoes of every grade and make.
We are prepared to offer inducements to
Wholesale Trade. sept*2 -,'70-lj
BETTERTON, FORD & Ca,
WHOLESALE DEALERS IN
BRANDIES, WHISKIES,
Wines, Tobaccos, Cigars, &e..
No. 209. MARKET ST., No. 209.
CHATTANOOGA, TEXN.
oct 13,1870-1 y
(ESTABLISHED IN 1855.)
J.O.MATHEWSON,
PRODUCE
COMMISSION MERCHANT
A UGUSTA, GEORGIA.
sept 22 1870 ly
Ksstablislied in lNi»().
T. R. RIPLEY,
Removed to Peachtree Street,
ATLANTA , GEOBGIA.
Wholesale Dealer in
CROCKERY & GLASSWARES,
\I T ILL duplicate any Bills bought in any
\V Market, to the amount of One Hun
dred Dollars, and upwards, adding Freight.
P. S. All Goods guaranteed as represented
from this House. A U S 10 ly
CALHOUN, GFAI., THURSDAY, DECEAIBER 15, 1870.
Calhoun Advertisements.
A. W. BALI.EW. JOHN W. MARSHALL.
BALLEW & MARSHALL,
DEALERS IN
FAMILY GROCERIES,
LIQUORS, tfcc.
Have just received and constantly receiv
ing, a fresh supply of
BACON, LARD, FLOUR, MEAL,
SUGAR, COFFEE, RICE,
CIGARS, TOBACCO,
CONFECTIONERIES,
Canned Fruits, Nuts, Oysters,
SARDINES, CHEESE, &c.
And, in fact, a full and complete assortmen
of Staple and Fancy Groceries.
We also keep one of the best Stocks of
WINES & LIQUORS,
in this part of the country.
If you want good, fresh Groceries, or Fine
Old Whiskies, Brandies, or Wines, give ua a
call.
SiILLT.
WE are selling Liverpool Salt at $2,50 per
sack of 210 pounds, 150 pounds $2, 100 lbs.
$1,50, and will always keep a good supply
on hand. novlO'7otf
A. w7BALLEW,"”
DEALER IN
DRY-GOODS,
NOTIONS,
Boots, Shoes, Hats, Groceries,
Hardware, Queensware, &c.,
MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS,
FACTORY YARNS, SHIRTINGS,
AND
READY-MADE CLOTHING,
Railroad Street , - - CALHOUN, GA.
Nov. 10, 1870-ts
R. B. HACKNEY,
(At the Old Stand of M. H. Jackson,)
CO URT HO USE ST., CALHO UN, GA.
KEEPS constantly on hand a good supply
FAMILY GROCERIES,
Tobacco, Cigars, Wines, Liquors, Ac.
All who wish to get. bargains will do well
to call on him.
HA R ROOM !
MY Bar, in the rear, is always supplied
with the very best and purest of
BRANDIES,
WHISKIES,
WINES,
RUM,
GIN, &c.
HtST 0 Give me a call.
novlo’7otf R. B. HACKNEY.
New Ma na^ement!
CALHOUNHOTEL.
E. R. SASSEEN,
[ Formerly of Atlanta, t7i/.]
RESPECTFULLY announces to the travel
-1 ling public, that he has refurnished and
refitted the above hotel, and is now ready to
accommodate all who may stop with him.
Rates moderate : and table furnished with
the best tHe market affords.
Calhoun, Ga.. August 19th, 1870—ts
J. I). TINSLEY.
WATCH-MAKER
ANI)
JEAVELER,
CALMOI'X, : : : : GEORGIA.
0
4 LL styles of Clocks. Watches and Jewelry
neatly repaired and warranted.
augl9'7otf
CALHOUN
SALE AND
LIVERY STABLE!
0
G. R. BOAZ,
KEEPS FINE STOCK, and Vehicles to
correspond, and is at all times pre
pared to furnish any kind of
Conveyance,
AT VERY LOW RATES FOR CASH.
Stock bought and sold on reasonable
terms. aull,tf
J. H. ARTHUR,
DEALER IN
STATLE AND FANCY DRY GOODS.
Cutlery, Notions &c,
Also keeps constantly on hand a choice
stock of
FAMILY GROCERIES,
In all of which purchasers are offered in
ducements to buy.
Aug 11 1 flm
WHEAT GONE UP!
LOOK OUT!
T PROPOSE to give $1.25 per bushel for
1 White Wheat, and sl.lO for Red Wheat,
when taken in payment of any accounts due
on my books.
Let those who owe me now. bring on their
Wheat and get good prices far it.
M H. JACKSON.
Calhoun. Ga.. October 6,1870—ts
Railroad Boarding House,
By MRS. SKELLEY,
CALHOUN, - - GEORGIA.
Within ten steps of the Depot. octlStf
MISCELLANY.
A California Story.
In the third story of a lodging-house,
situated in an obscure but respectable
street, was a room plainly furnished.—
A few pictures on the walls, a bed.
table, chairs, cooking stove, and closet
that stood out a few feet from the wall,
nearly filled up the room.
A plainly attired woman was kneel
ing upon the floor. She was packing a
small trunk. Sometimes she would rise
and listen to a foot-step coming up the
rickety stairway, and her eyes would
assume a satisfied expression; but when
the step was heard no more, she would
again bend with tear-dimmed eyes over
the trunk and resume her occupation.
“ Mamma, mamma!” Use hungry !
came in child like tones from beneath
the cover of the bed. ,
The woman rose, and, approaching
the bed, took from it a little boy about
two years old,
“ Here, Willie, take this cake." Papa
bought it.”
And she gave him a piece, as she
continued:
“ Poor Willie; papa is going away.
Perhaps he never conies back. Papa
leaves this evening. Don’t you wish
that papa would remain with us?”
The child cried in a loud voice, as it
was bending over his shoulder:
“ Papa, papa, don’t go !”
She quickly turned.
A man in the prime of life, with
pleasant features, curly hair, and well
proportioned form was standing upon
the threshold of the door.
George Warner approached, and
kissed his wife and child as he said in a
cheerful tone;
‘•All is settled now, dear Alice. I
have signed the papers. Every month
you have to go to Ericks & Cos., where
you will receive twenty dollars. They
gave me the promised place as super
cargo on a ship bound to East India.
And—don’t turn pale, dear wife noth
ing will happen to me. 1 know that it
is a dangerous voyage, but with the
blessing of God I am sure to return ere
two years have expired.” And he put
his strong arm around her neck, and
pressed her to his bosom.
“ Something within me tolls me that
you will never come back. Is there no
other w r ay to make a few dollars?—
Could you not obtain a situation as
clerk ?” asked she, leaning her head
upon his shoulder.
“ Well, you know, dear wife, that I
vainly tried to get a place in some
counting-house in this crowded city.—
One thing is eert on ; we either have ts
go to the poor-house, or else I have to
go out in a ship; therefore bear up. —
Remember that you are not alone. Our
dear Willie is with you. Won’t you
stay with mamma, little Willie ?” asked
he, fondly kissing the boy, who nodded
his head in the affirmative.
The bell of a neighboring church
struck the hour of four.
George Warner hastily withdrew his
arm from the neck of his wife.
A clear, metallic sound broke the
stillness of the room. A plain, golden
sleeve-button w r as rolling over the floor.
Alice laid the boy upon the bed. and
then she picked up the sleeve-button,
which had rolled under a chair.
“ It has caught in the meshes of my
collar. Hold up your arm, George; I
will fasten it again,” said she.
“ Keep it, dear wife,” said he, push
ing back her hand; “ perhaps one day
it may tell you where I may be found.
My initials are engraven on it, G. W.,
as you perceive. I will keep its com
panion. These buttons were a present
from my mother. Twice they have
been lost and twice found again. There
is an old superstitious belief in our
family. If one button is lost, the other
will point out the place where the lost
one can be found. I don’t believe in
such things, yet many and many a time
my mother told me the legend of the
sleeve-buttons. I have no time now to
tell you the legend. One more kiss,
dear Alice, and then good-bye!”
“ Stay with me, George,” sobbed
Alice, pressing him to her bosom.
He had to tear himself away. Ilis
last words were full of tenderness and
love for his wife and child.
When his footsteps had died away
upon the staircase, she knelt down and
prayed aloud for the welfare of her
husband.
* * * *
Thirty years had been gathered in
the parting of Alice from her husband.
Thirty long, weary years of waiting
and watching.
The blooming wife of twenty summers
was now a gray-haired matron of fifty,
and the curly-headed boy of two years
had grown into a man of thirty-two.
Again we see Alice bending over a
trunk, and again we see a man standing
on the threshold.
“ Mother, do not weep as if your
heart would break.” cried he, kneeling
down beside her, and taking the straps
of the trunk from her feeble, trembling
hand. “ I have to go. lam compelled
to go. Only three hundred dollars are
left from the little fortune you inherit
ed from your uncle. California, the
land of gold, is the place in which the
labors of a determined man are amply
rewarded. Ere two years have passed
over our heads, I will be back with
enough gold to support us the rest of
our lives. But what ails you, dear
mother ? yr>u look agitated.”
“ Willie—O God—Willie, you have
nearly repeated the words your father
uttered when he left us, never—never
to return!” murmured the matron
throwing her arms around his neck.
“ But I feel confident that I shall
come back. Every month I will write
to you aud send you money. We will
yet find my father tmd—”
A wild cry tame up from the lips of
Alice as she tossed up her arms. Then
she sank in the arms of her son.
“ Mother ! mother !” exclaimed Wil
lie Warner, vainly trying to rouse her
from a death-like swoon. He carried
her slight form to the bed, and dashed
water in her face.
At last she opened her eyes.
“ I—l have been dreaming. But no
—that what I saw was reality. What
date have we and what time was it when
I lost all. consciousness ?
“ This is the fourteenth of July, 1858,
and I think it was ten minutes after ten
in the morning. It is now nearly
twelve,” replied her son.
“ Twenty-nine years ago on the four
teenth of July, 1838, precisely at ten
minutes past ten in the morning, your
father, together with two Tndiuns. en
tered a deep wooded dell. The ground
was very soft, and they stepped from
one flat rock to another. Your father
was behind the first Indian who seemed
to act as guide. The departing suu set
casting long shadows over the green
sward. Your father noticed that the
shadow of the Indian behind him was
lilting an arm. He quickly drew a
pistol and turned. The savage was
close behind him. His arm was up
lifted as if to strike at your father, with
the hatchet. Your father fired. The
Indian fell with a yell. The other sav
age turned and threw a large rock at
your father who had scarcely time to
turn ere he was caught around the waist
by his foe. Your father’s arm was use
less, for it had been broken by the fly
ing stone. He tried to use his pistol,
but the second barrel was not loaded.—
He struck the Indian with the butt
end of the weapon. The Indian fell,
dragging down your father, who struck
his head upon a sharp projecting boul
der. As lie fell, I distinctly saw the
sleeve-button he had taken with him.
I knew that the button would tell me
of his death. Soon after I saw a large
mass of earth and stones detach itself
from the side of the mountain, and the
next moment the three bodies were
covered by the debris—then I awoke
from the hideous dream—but no, it was
not a dream, it was reality, Willie, and
some day not very distant, you will find
that it was just as I described it!”
She stopped.
Willie Warner was deeply impressed
by what he had heard; still he believed
it to be only a hallucination of the ex
cited mind of hi staged mother.
“ But how do you know it was on the
1-itli of July, 1838. that the sad event
happened . ” asked he, raking her hand
and pressing it reverently to his lips.
“ That date seemed to float before my
mind’s eye as I witnessed the horrible
scene,” replied his mother.
“Although thirty years have passed
since my father sailed on that ill-fated
ship, which, according to the Calcutta
papers, has never been heard of since it
left that city, still I believe that my
father is alive. As soon as I have made
enough money in the gold mines, I will
set out in search of my parent. To
morrow I leave. Do not look grieved,
mother. 1 cannot help it—l must go,”
concluded he in a determined voice.
“ God bless you, my boy. May your
guardian angel be ever by your side !”
cried the matron, laying her trembling
hands upon his bowed head.
“ Should you find a companion for
life in that land of sunshine and clear
skies, do not forget your mother who
will pray night and day for your wel
fare !” continued she.
“ I will never marry until I find my
father; I swear that—”
“ Hold, rash boy!” interrupted his
mother, “you have never felt the pas
sion of love. All vows will not prevent
pou from marrying a woman for whom
you feel a tender regard. Now, dear
Willie, let us fini>h the packing of
your trunk,” said she, rising from her
bed.
On the following morning a sobbing
woman stood upon the pier, and gazing
with straining eyes at the receding ves
sel which bore away all that was dear
to her.
Another year passed away. Willie
Warner had made enough to send for
his mother. »She came. A neat little
cottage near the town of Columbia.
Toulumne county, had been built by her
affectionate son, who was part owner in
a rit hydraulic claim close to his abode.
After she had been residing in her
new home for above two weeks, Mrs.
Warner noticed that her son seemed
very sad and preoccupied. She soon
found out the cause. He was in love
with the daughter of one of his partners.
The young lady also loved him.
When Willie’s mother urged him to
marry the girl, he answered :
“ I will not marry until I find my
father!” and he never referred to the
subject again.
It was in the summer of 1860. The
ravs of the departing sun shone upon
Mrs. Warner aud Willie as they sat
near each other gazing at the wild moun
tain scenery before them. Mrs. War
ner held in her hand something wrap
ped up in a piece of paper. Often she
was on the point of opening the little
parcel, and as often she tightly closed
her trembling band over it.
“This is the 14th of July. Willie;
the day of my dear husband's death and
—but what is this!” erkd she, inter
rupting herself, and starting to her feet.
A strauge, rumbling sound, corning
apparently from beneath the cottage,
struck upon their ears.
“ Bit down again, mother. It is only
a land slide in our claim. We have
undermined yonder large bank of gravel
and cement, and wo expected that it
would come down ere night set in," said
ho. pointing in the direction of his
claim ; sec how the edge of the bank
begins to fall off in small pieces. Now
comes a laiger lump—now. now the en
tire bank gives way, and listen to the
awful—’
“ Noise,” he would have said, but the
loud crash of falling earth and atones,
together with that of breaking timbers,
drowned his voice.
For a few moments he gazed at the
clouds of dust that ar.;>e from the deep
cut. then he turned to his mother.
Mrs. Warner, with eyes staring into
space, and with her hands raised on
high, stood like a prophetess before him.
Her lips were moving. lie bent down
his head and listened.
“The same scene—yes, the same
scene. The earth trembled, detached
pieecs rolled down into the deep dell;
then came the bank of gravel and stones
and cement, and covered the bodies of
George Warner and the two Indians.—
he place, where once was a deep dell,
i now covered by the slide. Only two
lone pines remained near a limestone
cliff’. But t hey were cut down years
ago. I know he is there—there—there!”
uttered Mrs. AVarner, lowering her right
arm and pointing in the direction of
the claim.
“ Come, mother, you look pale and
excited. Come, let us go in the house,”
cried Willie, touching her.
“Who speaks? Is it you, dear
George ? Is it your voice !” cried the
matron, passing her trembling hand
over her brow to push away the clouds
that obscured her mind.
“It is me. your Willie, mother.—
Please come in ; the night air is inju
rious to your health.”
“ I have been dreaming again. "Wil
lie,” said his mother, taking his arm.—
“ I again saw the landslide that covered
up your poor lather !”
“ But what have you in your hand?”
asked Willie, leading her to a seat.
“ Look,” exclaimed the matron, open
ing the tiny parcel.
He gazed upon an old-fashioned
sleeve-button, with the initials “ G. IV.”
engraved thereon.
“ To-morrow,” continued she, “ you
will find its companion near the re
mains of your father. Stop, not a word;
I know what you want to say!” cried
she, as Willie was about to speak,
••come, kiss me goodnight; I am go
ing to bed, for I feel very tired and
weak.”
Early on the following morning, Wil
lie Warner left his abode. His mother
was yet asleep.
“Halloa, Will! you are up early. I
thought you wouldn’t come down before
breakfast,” shouted James Gilbert, who
was already directing a stream of water
issuing from the hydraulic pipe at the
fallen debris of the high bank.
“ Did you see any human bones among
the caved earth ?” asked Willie, putting
his mouth close to the ear of his partner,
for the water made a great noise as it
washed against the caved gravel.
James Gilbert shook his head in the
negative, while he looked with inquiring
eyes at Willie.
“ What a foolish question !” cried he,
after a pause, during which he directed
the stream of water towards a shell-like
bank of hard cement and lime boulders,
that stood out from the bank about
twenty-five feet from where they stood.
A few minutes after, he dropped the
nozzle of the hose and rushed through
the deep mud and sand towards the
bank, closely followed by Willie Warner.
Both had seen at the same time a
human skull, as it was tossed up by the
water from the hydraulic pipe.
Willie knelt down close to the shell
like bank and folded his hands as if in
prayer, while teeirs streamed down his
agitated face.
“ Father, dear father !” murmured he,
bending over a cavity in the cement.
They saw three human skulls lying
among broken bones, which looked dark.
The sun had never shone upon these
bones. Reverently the partners lifted
the skulls from the cavity. One was
that of a white man. It showed a frac
ture near the left temple. The second
skull was that of an Indian; a bullet
hole was visible near and a little above
the left eye. The flattened bullet was
found within the cavity where once was
the brain of the savage. The third
skull was also that of an Indian. It
showed no marks of violence.
The broken pieces of a pistol and n
part of a stone hatchet were also dis
covered lying among the hones.
“ Look. Will, what I’ve found beneath
that thigh-bone,” cried James, rubbing
something against his shirt-sleeve, for it
was covered with mod.
I know what it is. Give it to me.”
cried Willie, stretching out his shaking
hand.
It was a plain old-fashioned golden
sleeve-button, with the initials “0. \\
engraved thereon.
As Mrs. Warner prophesied. Willie
had found the remains of his father.
* * * *
Next day the remains of George War
ner were interred in the church yard of
Columbia. A plain marble slab marks
the spot. Upon it is inscribed the fol
lowing :
“ Here lie the remains of George
Warner, a native of New York. He
was slain by Indians, on the 14th day
of July. 1838. Requicscat in pace.”
Many a traveler has read the inscrip
tion upon that tomb-stone, and many
expressed their doubt to the old resi
dents of that mining town in relation to
the date.
But no one could tell the strange
narrative which I hare written above,
and which I have heard from the lips
19.
of Willie Warner, who is now a pros
perous farmer, and father of thre€
charming children.
A year elapsed after he had found
the remains of his father, ere he mar
ried the daughter of his partner, lii*
mother died about two months ago.—
Ihe two sleeve-buttons were found
tightly grasped in her ©old hand after
her deatli.
How George Warner escaped from
ship wreck, and how he found his way
to Calif >rnia. and among the Indians,
in the year ISHS, will probably remain
a mystery forever.
All could ascertain from an old
Walla-Walla Indian, who was my guide
to the head-waters of the Stanislaus
river in 1808, was that many, many
years ago, (he counted over forty on his
fingers) there came a white man among
them. The Indian was hut a l*oy then,
but he remembered that Ute white man
had a rifle and a pistol of a different
construction from those of the Spanish
soldiers Dour Monterey, and that he was
a tall, well-built man, with long curly
hair. He did not know what became
ot the stranger. This white man was
probably George Warner.
Between Paris and Tours*
A letter in the New York 77m/**,
dated the 30th of October, gives a view
ot life inside of Paris. The following
is given as the method of commuuica-’
tion between Paris and Tours:
Communication with the government
at lours has been established with
tolerable regularity, thanks to n few
men who for some years past have had
a fancy for carrier pigeons. These
birds have been bred with great care,
and only a few have been tried in bring
ing in news of the Chantilly -races
Put their instincts arc almost unerring.
Contrary to the general supposision, the
best birds are not the parents—those
which have raised —but the young birds
of front 8 to 10 months. The prize
birds—that is, those which took first
prizes at the exhibition here—are valu
ed at 400 or 500 francs, or from SBO to
SIOO. A gentleman who had near a
hundred of those valuable pigeons was
lately sent out to Tours in a balloon,
carrying thirty of his pete. They are
loosed with despatches from time to
time; they fly direct to the cote, and
are carried back in a balloon.
The despatches brought by pigeons
are now photographed, being reduced
in size so that a despatch of the length
of this paragraph can be put upon a
piece of paper no larger than a twenty
five cent piece of silver. With large
magnifying glasses the writing can ha
easily read. 'The paper is very carefully
bound round a single feather upon the
body, and care must be taken to fasten
it so that the tension will not incom
mode the bird, or he may pause to pluck
out the feather. Several birds arrived
without despatches, and, as it was clear
ly due to the want of experience in
fastening the paper, the owner of the
pigeons was sent out to Tours.
“Stop my Advertisement.” —Our
ears have been greeted by this unfavor
able sound several times of late. It
comes from merchants discouraged by
the pressure, and anxious for retrench
ment. Say they, we never had much
faith in advertising, and now we are
fully satisfied it don’t pay. Mistaken
mortals, you arc like unto the man that
killed the goose that laid the golden
eggs. Are the times evil? If ho, blow
your horn .the louder, in order that
those who have even but little to spend
may hear it and know where to rally.
\Ye will venture the assertion, that any
two men in the city may start business
with equal popularity and capital, and
the one who keeps himself persistently
and constantly before the public in ad
vertisements will do double the business
of the one who trusts to the favors and
partiality of old friends, ard who fails
to advertise. Eeonomy and retrench
ment is all right and proper enough in
its place, but it is a mistaken policy
that would begin and end on newspa
pers. — Col it in bus Kuqu irrr.
Tin.vos to Remember.-—Remember,
that our great business in this world is
to prepare to ‘get well out of it.’
Remember, that dishonesty never
makes a friend, bnt that a dishonest
man will no more trust one of his kind,
than an honest man will trust him.
Remember that shrouds have no
pockets.
Remember, that you can say more
against your neighbor by a shrug of the
shoulders, or a significant look, than you
could say by words.
‘ Little children !—holy angels that
throng our pathway, and draw our feet
from the by-ways of sin and crime.—
How much the world is indebted to
them for their saving influence, for the
controlling power they exercise over the
mind of man.
——
To the invitation to be present at the
late Boston Cress Dinner, Mark Twain
begged to be exetosod, on account of an
engagement to perform to the tune of
• Rock Me to Sleep.” His b .by is but
two weeks old.
Two old buffers in Joliet h ive played
10.800 g. mes of seven up in six months,
and the 1 cst man has only tour games
ahead.
To speak ill from knowledge shows a
want of character; to speak ill on sus
picion shows a want of honest principle.
On some of the freight cars which
went to the front loaded with German
soldiers, was this inscription, ‘ Not to be
kept dry.”