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The Calhoun Times. Volume X. Tin: CALHOUN TIMES. J-Va.THU.., RAJU.OAO.TRMT. T< rms of Subscription. : : $2.00 Ono Year : * ' . ; 1.25 Six Months : ' ’ * Bates of Advertising. sr S-'».ol( $1M)0 slo.oo $25.00 wo o (w> l*> 26.00 40.00 To "\ to O') ls’oo 36.00 45.00 j nim. (i)) w qq 50.00 <5.00 { W.OO 50.00_J5.00 140.00 All subscriptloM sire payable strictly in .dTance; and at the expiration of the time W 5.1. mvment is made, unless pre ,hename l 1 t )* ( ’ subscriber Im be stricken from our books For each square of ten lines or less, for the • and for each subsequent first inse ’ ’ T en R n e» of solid l"rev T icr >n or its' equivalent in space, make a #<l Ternis cash, before or on demand after ,h °Ad fi^-— "‘untlrr the head of-Bpc«al Notices,” twenty cent* per line for first in .nd O. «nl. CT ch,ebf«iUcnlm Wr •’Til eaamt.mic.iloQA on m.lter, of public • thro t will meet with prompt attention, and iatsrest will in f j suhjectg nrc re . concise letters on i-> 0 f (j ie sped fully solicited from all parts ot country. BAIIaBOAI »s. \Ycst(‘ru «V Atlantic. kioht rxaseKOEa train—outward. i,e*Te Atlanta. 11 15 A. a. Arrive at Calhoun Arrive at Chattanooga A> DAT PASBKNORR THAIN-OUTWARD. ... . 815 A M Leave Atlanta....«•••••• • 19 M p « Arrire at Calhoun 420 p m. Arrive at Chattanooga 4 “ 4U F Accoaon tion train—outward. I,ear* Atlanta jjgj £ Arrive at Dalton. HIOHT PASSENGER TRAIN —INWARD. Leave Chattanooga '* JJ’ Arrire at Calbo.tn ! !•}? Arrive at Atlanta. DAT PASSENGER TRAIN —INWARD. Leave Chattanooga jJ’JJ t' J' Arrive at Calhoun 10 2J a. m Arrive at Atlanta S -* J F - *• ACCOMODATION TRAIN —INWARD. U.T. ' ; Arrive at Atlanta PROFESSIONAL CARDS. 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.”