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CALHOUN, GEORGIA.
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W. r CANTRELL,
A.tlornc,v V< Law.
Caliioun, Georgia. *
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1* in U. S. District Gourl, Northern Dis
t riot of Georgia, (at Atlanta); and in the Su
preme Court, of the State of Georgia.
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CAUtOCX. GEORGIA.
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HIJFE WALDO THORNTON,
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Calhoun, . . . g^tigia.
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i « continuance i 4 the same.
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DR. D. G. HUNT,
l’liysiclan and Druggist,
_ CALHOUN , GA.
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A LUO UN, : : : : GEORGIA
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\ ■ j '’jles of Clocks, Watches and Jewelry
" ■>’ly repaired and warranted.
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{ESTABLISHED IN 1855.)
J.O.MATHEWSON,
PRODUCE
COM MISSION merchant
Augusta, Georgia.
r 1" iB7o i T
Tl\-U \ RE
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prepared io fill all orders in the
Tin-Ware Line,
At as LOW PRICES as any similar estab
lishment in Cherokee Georgia.
Oiir work is put up by experienced work
men, and will compare favorably with any
in the country.
0
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is supplied with a good
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or style desired at the Lowest Possible
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Give us a call. aull,tf
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DEALER IX
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AND
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LIQUORS, (fee.
Railroad Slrcrl, - - CAU/Ol'x, GA.
Has just received and constantly receiv
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SUGAR, COFFEE, RICE,
CIGARS, TOBACCO,
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He also keeps one of the best Stocks of
WINES & LIQUORS,
in this part of the country.
If you want good, fresh Groceries, or Fine
Old Whiskies, P.randies, or Wines, give me
a call. fob 16’716m
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DEALER. IN
STAPLE AND FANCY IJUY GOODS,
Cutlery, Notions &c.
Also keeps constantly on hand a choice
stock of
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In all of which purchasers are offered in
ducements.to buy.
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AUK NTS Full
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lIAWAtmiG Ell.,
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JP XT JrS. !KT ITU ZEL US,
Os the best material this country affords,
and very superior in style and workmanship,
which they offer to the public and the gen
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Chairs & Bedsteads a Speciality.
Blinds, Doors, Sasli and Job Work, to or
der, on short notice.
Dr- D. G. Hunt is our Agent at Calhoun,
Ga., and keeps a good supply of Furniture
on hand. J. W. WALKER. Sup t.
L. 1). Palmer. Secretary. aug267o-lv
ihssiiu nu\ mitii e.
rrUIE copartnership heretofore existing un-
X der the firm name of Ballew N Marshall,
is this day dissolved by mutual consent—J.
W. Marshall retiring. The books of the
firm are in the hands of- *l. W. Ballew. who
will close up all the business of the late firm.
A. W. Ballew
J. W. Marshall.
Read Further!
I propose to continue the business at the
old stand, and am determined at all times to
keep a full and first-class stock.
febl6.ini A. W. BALLEW.
G. H. & A. wT FORCE,
SIGN OF THE
BIG IRON BOOT,
Whitehall Street, : : : Atlanta, Ga.
T>OOTS, Shoes and Trunks, a complete Stock
A and new Goods arriving daily! Gents’
Boots and Shoes, of the best mak *s. Ladies’
Shoes of a’l kinds. Boys. Misses and Children’s
Shoes o* every grade and make.
iw VV e are prepared to offer inducements to
v ' bole-ale Trade. sept 2 ,'7O-ly
ANY QUANTITY of “Fine Virginia Leaf”
and Manufactured Tobaccos at
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Cor. Broad & Bridge sts., Romo,
CALHOUN. GA., THURSDAY, MAY 23, 18 71.
MISOELLAWY.
Katie Davenport.
How Captain' Hun tor met and
won Her. An Adventure iii
Last Tennessee.
r.Y JAMES MAURICE THOMPSON.
ET IN ARCADIA EGO!
May in the mountains of East Ten
nessee ! 1 remember how the blue mist
hugged the rocky peaks, while down the
broken jagged slopes, among the cling
ing pines and cedars, long trails of gray
fog waved slowly to and fro. The cool
air that bustled in through the open
windows of the cars as they whirled
along that serpentine way of iron that
leads from Knoxville east, had a pleas
ant fragrance just braced a little with a
touch of mountain frost.
My destination, so far as the cars
could take me, was a little station vil
lage whence I would go in a carriage to
tiie home of Hon. Horace Naylor, some
ten miles up the valley of a pretty little
stream. The following le f ter from my
honorable friend will serve to explain
further:
“Dear Tom : I will have a carriage
in waiting for you at on the
14th. Do not fail to come. My niece,
of whom I have so ofteii spoken, will
be here, and I am sure you will ‘go
dead’ about her. Come on time, and be
prepared to spend a month at least.
Very truly, HoR U'F Naylor.”
Now this niece, Katie Davenport by
name, had been represented to me as a
real beauty and an heiress, which to a
poor and ambitious man like me, was
something fascinating Os course I
would not marry for riches alone, but
other things being equal, a rich w ife
might be preferable.
I landed safely at the station.
My baggage Was tumbled out in a
heap. I looked about for the carriage,
but saw none.
A big, lank, dirty fellow was leaning
on a store box, smoking a short pipe.—
Two ragged urchins were playing mar
bles hard by. A liegro was rolling a
barrel of “pure copper distilled” up what
seemed to be the only street in the vil
lage.
I put my hands into my breeches
pockets and whistled for a while.—
During this time I hoticed a big yellow
dog moving leisurely across the street.
Out beyond the town rose a chain of
abrupt hills, whence came pleasant gusts
of wind heavy w ith the odor of hemlock
and wild blooms.
I saw a stout brindie dog wandering
about the station platform.
No carriage.
I sauntered up the street, picking my
teeth for l ick of other employment. 1
heard one of the urchins say, ••Gem !
ain’t his pants tight too !”
The dirty follow leaning on the store
box remarked, as if to himself, there’s
what'H beat Ben Nutt a playin’ seven
up !” The liegro looked up from his
barrel and muttered, “Mus’ be rich for
God’s sakes !”
The brindled clog mildly ambled past
me.
I fell into reVerie, began building a
chateau en espagne, ot which Katie
Davenport was the mistress the queen.
I passed under the drooping branches of
a china tree, and 1 remember seeing a
nut hatch and hearing a wren sing.—
As T walked on I Wondered whether
Katie had blue eyes or black. The yel
low dog sniffed at me and crossed to the
other side of the street.
I was deeply absorbed in my day
dream.
My steps Were slow and measured. I
was dimly conscious of the fact that I
was passing a fellow who sat on a chair
beside a door. It was a sweet day, and
the wind blew. I ground something
under my heel. Gayly sang the wren.
“ Git onto my toes agin an’ I’ll bark
yer tater-snapper for ye, ye onery hound
you !”
“ What’s that sir
“ I jest said I’d box the whole side of
yer head off ’n ye if ye trod on my toes
agin, that’s what!”
“ Did I step on your foot, sir ? ’
v “ Yes, re jest come sloppin’ along like
as es who but you could wear broadcloth,
pump boots an’ a plug hat. I’d have ye
to know I’m what will lick you for it!”
“ Do what ?”
“ Lam ye, ride ye. slash the day
light’s out’n ye, bust ye open an’swaller
the pieces ’thotifc winklin’, t-hath what!”
What on earth was Itodo ? I had
stepped on the fellow’s toes, but it was
an accident, the legitimate consequence
of my excessive absent-mindedness. —*
Perhaps apology was proper, so I put on
a pitying look, and said :
“I am very sorry, sir, indeed, pray
pardon me ”
‘-Sorry, well ye ate a sorry lookin pup !
’Bout as sorry lookin’ one as ever I see.
Got that whinin’, snivelin’ look that sets
well on a coward. Come in an’take a
drink an’ we’ll talk it all over !’’
lie took me by the collar as he spoLe.
and I now discovered that we stood right
close befine the door of one of those
drain shops that so badly disfigure many
of our Western villages as well as the
South and East. Several fellows, ill
looking enough, were just inside the
doggery.
“Let go my collar, sir,” I said, quite
sharply.
“Oh, we’ll take a drink, and talk it
all over,” he repeated, making an effort
to jerk me into the disgusting hell.
, “Let me go, T say,” at the same time
planting my fist heavily against the pit
of his stomach.
A fearful struggle ensued. We rolled
together on ground and the dust rose
about.us. Heavy blows were heard.
The yellow dog growled, the brindled
dog came across the street.
I hit my antagonist under the ear, in
the meantime pocking him ou the head
with a stone I happened to lay hand on.
He choked me. He got me under
him. The brindled dog went for the
yellow dog.
Sweetly sang the wren.
The dogs rolled on us. foaming and
snarling, the dust rose thicker, the au
dience cheered, and the mountain breeze
was spicy.
The sound of approaching carriage
wheels—nearer, nearer. The dogs rolled
into the middle of the street.
“Whoa! whoa! Catell ’em there !
Look out! Whoa !”
The small crowd •hat had gathered
about us, suddenly dispersed as if blown
off by the wind. Some horse’s legs
danced about my head, carriage wheels
whirling like possessed, more dust in my
eyes, and then I felt relieved,
The horses and vehicle had run over
us,.the animals having taken fright at
the dogs.
The wren still sang. The sweet wind
O
bore away the dust.
The boys quit playing marbles, and
came, the negro paused at the doggery
door with his barrel. My antagonist
panting by, asked me if I had got
enough, and I soothingly replied that I
hadn’t even a taste, lie smiled and re
sumed business. I pecked his head
with the rock till the blood ran into his
eyes and ears; meantime the brindled
dog made the yellow one whine dole
fully.
At length two follows got the dogs by
the tails and pulled them apart, and
straightway two others got my opponent
aud myself by the heels and thus sepa
rated us* also.
Gayly through the rolling cloud of
yellow dust shone the bright May sun ;
sweetly murmured the mountain wind
through the great cedar tree at the angle
of the road and the street, and up from
the little river came the gurgle of the
waves among the great boulders of gran
ite. The nut hatch chirped and the
wren sang on.
I glared at my enemy. He hitched
up his plaid trowsers and grinned sav
agely at me.
“Anybody seed Mr. Tom Hunter
round yer ?” inquired the negro who
drove the splendid carriage.
“I’m the man,” said I, trying to
brush the dust off, and re-arrange my
torn and soiled habiliments.
The driver looked at me with wide
open eyes, but touched his llat resncct
fuHy- / . w
“Where’s ye baggage, massa ? I’s
cum for to take ye to our house.”
“ Are you Mr Naylor’s coachman ?”
I stammered.
“I’s 1 is carriage driver sah.”
“Oh, ah! yes,” said I, wiping my
face.
My trunk and valise were strapped to
the rear of the vehicle. Loafers stood
round and looked ou curiously, grinning
and whispering. My late antagonist
was among the number.
The carriage door was opened and I
stepped in. Someone remarked that
“one big bug had got limbered.”
The driver flourished his whip and we
rolled away, followed by deafening cheers
from the loafers. Perhaps the wren was
still Singing, but 1 could not hear it.
Everything considered, I was in a bad
predicament, but I did not fairly real
ise it till we were Several miles in the
country. What was Itodo to make my
self presentable? Such words as Katie
Davenport rang in my ears. You see
my shirt was lorn, and my coat split
across the back, to say nothing of blood
spots on my vest and sleeves. Surely I
must change my clothes.
While yet L was at a loss what to do,
the driver turned his horses from the
road, and halted them beside a lovely
spring that gushed from a great ledge
of rocks
“What are you going to do ?” I asked,
opening the door and looking out.
“Water de bosses, sah.”
A bright idea struck me. It was a
lonely, wooded place among the foot
hills of the mountains. I would go in
to the woods and change my clothes.
So, taking a shirt and full suit of outer
clothes from my trunk. I went into a
pretty grove, and proceeded to make my
toilet. The driver grinned when he
saw me taking the garments from my
trunk. The wind roared in the tops of
the towering pines, odors of wild flow
ers greeted my senses,‘and if ever birds
rioted itl song, it was there. The last
year’s leaves lay deep on the ground,
but everywhere the tufts of wild grass
were struggling through, and with sorrv
blossoms the weeds flaunted their green
spray, whereon the linnets sung and
twittered.
I Lad just got on my pants and shirt
and was buttoniag on my collar.
“Whoa! bo! sir.” It was a sweet,
low voice. I looked up. Before me,
mounted on a beautiful coal-black pony,
sat the very queen fairy of the woods.
She blushed red and tugged at her lit
tle steed’s reins, but the animal seemed
to be fascinated, and stood gazing wild
ly at my plug hat which sat beside my
boots a rod lrorn me. He arched his
fat neck and puffed the breath loudly
from his clear cut nostrils. My cast
off shirt and outer-clothes lay spread on
the ground where I had let them fall.
I felt, and no and >ubt looked sheepish.
Presently the horse became manageable
and obeying the direction of the tiny
gloved hand of his pretty rider, turned
and disappeared in the depths of the
grove, As I proceeded to finish dress
ing myself, some of the sweet- concpif
of the old poets got into my hej^ e t j.: s
wondered from what blgjf* emerged,
pretty sylvan godded
ready mounted. The wind and the
birds sang in chorus.
At length I was again in the carriage
and ere Very lorig I looked out and saw,
crowning a considerable eminence, the
old brick mansion of Horace Naylor all
aiuorig fruit orchards and faucifully
dipt shade trees. My old friend met
me on the piazza and taking both my
hands begged my pardon for not coming
in person to meet me at the station, but
he was suffering from gout and wasn’t
able to go out. I was shown to a dress
ing room at once and left alone until
four when dinner wasauuounced. Now
my heart leaped savagely. Kate Da
venport ! But at the table Katie did not
appear. Mrs. Naylor said the young
lady had “ taken a stroll ”
After a game of chess with 3lr. Nay
lor and then to let the old man take his
siesta I asked to be shown to my room.
It was a cosy little place with a low
window and a balcony delicately railed
with iron.
Supper came on, but Katie was tired
after her ramble, and did not present
herself. Once more in my room I lit a
cigar and went out on the balcony, The
night was clear and the moon was in
the Central heaven. The mountains
stood dimly outlined on the horizon and
the green foot hills glittered in the
bright moonlight. The flower-garden
lay below me. I was thinking of the
dryad I had seen in the woods and won
dering if Katie Davenport would be
half as pretty, when a sweet, silvery
voice down in the garden found my car.
The words wore very low, but I heard
them distinctly.
“ Had a fight, do you say, Sam ?”
“Aes’rn, Miss Katie, lie jes fight
world ’thoilt eend. Him an’ a nodder
feller an’ two dogs was jes flglitin’ like
de berry nation, dey was. an’ dey skeert
de bosses, de dogs did, an’ den I jis
runned right kerdab ober de meh a
fightin’. Oh! Miss Katie, I tell ye
what, de gdmman’s good grit, he is.”
“ Don’t speak so loud, Sam. What
were they fighting about ?”
“ Can’t say dat, swa’ can’t. ’Twas
right afore de whiskey saloon house, an’
de men Aaa all ’boiit dar watchin’ om
an’ de dogs a fightin’. Lor’ bress you
de gemman’s on the muskle, he is, an’
he’s gritty as a grindstone, he is !”
“In front of a dram shop, say you?
Had they been drinking Sam ?”
Don’t think de gernman d’d drink any,
cos he’s a fine man, an’ all dat, but dat
odder feller, I s’pone had swigged de
half gallon potfull, mebbe.”
At this point in the conversation I
was Laming out over ihe wire railing,
trying to catch every word. The rail
ing gave way. I felt a thrill of horror
dart through my breast, and then down,
down, down, thrash upon the ground,
and I knew no more. L saw enough to
llow remember that I fell, at the very
feet of the two persons talking below.
When I “came to myself ” I was on a
soft bed, with a doctor examining my
broken arm and my four fractured ribs.
Such was my luck. For three mortal
weeks I was confined to that bed ; mean
time, of course, I did llot get to see
Katie, Finally, however, I was able to
go to the dining room, and lo! right
across the table from me stood my wood
nymph! 1 started and she blushed
scarlet. We weal through the formality
of an introduction awkwardly enough,
and took our soup in confused silence.
I mastered myself, though, before the
wine came, and she, too, sipped the pur
ple muscatine aud talked freely.
After dinner the siesta aud then mu
sic. Katie sang like a mocking bird
and forthwith I fell ill love.
Four months later found me at the
station once more, but I was not
alone. Katie was with me, my wife.
We stood on the platform waiting for
the cars. My old friend Naylor had
jlist walked across the street, and was
now talking with a tall man in plaid
trowsers. Suddenly the two turned and
came up to us.
“ Capt. Hunter, allow me to present
my friend, Mike Dixon, etc., etc., etc.”
Mr. Naylor went to introduce us.
We shook hands and bowed formally.
“ Mr. Dixon is our candidate for re
election to the State’s House of Repre
sentatives,” continued Naylor. He will
support me for the United States Sen
ate,” he added in my ear.
I looked at Dixon and lie looked at
me. He grinned in a savage yet comi
cal way, and said, hitching up his plaid
troWscrs,
“ Seems to me we’ve met afore.”
“ Perhaps,” said I dryly.
“ That ’ere rock cut my noggin awful
bad,” be suggested.
“It did?”"
“ Yes. made scars all over my heaiyfl
Just at this juncture I saw a
yellow dog go ambling across
and at tie- .sime moment the
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'O’:. tieo. ■Up ’
behind time.
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Tb ° -lA-Aor,. 'W
A Sad Occurrence.
We have to narrate a most Huxdting
and fatal occurrence which has for a
long time come within our knowledge
On last Sunday morning about two
i o’clock, the dwelling house cf Miss
j Sarah Richards, near Smyrna, in this
| county, was discovered to be oil fire.—
As soon as the alarm was sounded, the
neighbors gathered in, but not in time
to render any service whatever. The
house was wrapped in flames with the
roof falling in, with no inmate of the
to be seen. Supposing JlISs
Richards to be from home, rtfnners were
sent to different houses in the neighbor
hood to see if she could be found; there
Were no tidings, and when the light of
day opened, a most heart-rending scene
was presented to view. There laid her
body amid the burning coals almost en
tirely consumed, barely enough left to
identify it as human and a female. A
Jury of inquest rendered a verdicF to
the effect, that she came to her death
by causes unknown. Some suppose
that she fired the house herself and
then committed suicide, as she had been
laboring under mental aberration flu
some time previous. Others think that
she was robbed and the house fired to
cover the fiendish act. There is no clue
as yet to the true interpretation.
Miss Richards, we learn, had for
many years lived solitary and alone,
and had acquired some property. It
was known that she had in her posses
sion some silver money, no trace of
which could be found in the ruins of
the building. We are indebted to out
esteemed friend, Dr. John E. Walker,
for the above particulars.— Greensboro
Herald.
Cupid on a street-oar. —It is a
queer peculiarity of that mythical es
sence whom the ancients denominated
Cupid, to be always around where he is
least expected. Tt may be that his
pranks arc excusable when played on
youth alone, ho matter how mortifying
they may become; but to make a res
pectable spinster past the age of three
score and ten a victim of his delusions,
is monstrous. Yet lias that very fact
been accomplished
Riding in a Camp-street car yester
day, an elderly lady, clad in a dress of
classical pattern and yellow flounce,
was engaged in caressing a curly-headed
poodle dog. The operation was watch
ed by a dandily dressed youth, \vliq as
sumed an air of well counterfeited dis
gust. Evidently, he wished to impress
all around him with the’excceding deli
cacy of his manners, and great refine
ment. Finally, as if wishing to attract
more attention, he whispered loud
enough for the lady to hear him :
“It is something pleasant to be loved.
I wish I were a poodlo,” and he looked
impudently at tile lady.
“ Sis, if that is all the requisite to ol> j
tain affection, you shall be happy. Be
patient; you are a jftlppy— yon soon may
become a dotj.”
Evidently this was a retort that he
had not anticipated His attempt to
laugh was a failure, and availing him
self of the first occasion to leave the
car, he hastened to find appreciation
elsewhere. —A . 0. Picayune.
Anecdote of John C. Calhoun.—
The following anecdote of John C. Cal
houn is told by William Sehoulcr, on
the authority of the late Hon. Abbott
Lawrence: “Some time before 1850.
Mr. Calhoun wrote to Mr. Lawrence
that he had been adding to his landed
and would like to obtain a loan
of SIO,OOO or $15,000 in Boston, where
money was more plentiful than in South
Carolina, and the rate of interest not so’
high, for the payment of which he
would give his notes and a mortgage
upon liis estate, which would be ample
security. Mr Lawrence said he con
sulted Mr. Nathan Appleton and one or
two other wealthy citizens of Boston on
the subject, and it was agreed to raise
the money for him and take no security
for the repayment but his own note
Mr. Lawrence informed Mr. Calhoun of
the arrangement which he had made,
and expressed his gratification that it
was in the power of himself and a
of his friends to do a kindness
distinaUNii-i. v
voted to the serviej
Mr. Calhoun iniß
declining the
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Various Items.
A good berry—Coffee berry.
A smart thing—Mustard piaster.
The editor’s position—Composition.
A fast 'team—A team stuck in the
mud.
An attached couple—A pair of ovs
l ter shells.
How old is a ship when she is at her
anchorage ?
•A wonderful aerial phenomenon— a
, flight of stairs.
How to make a hot bed—set tho mat
j tress on fire.
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Ft is well to be flush in pocket, but
not m countenance.
Advice to persons in seareh of em
ployment—Westward hoe!
Sweetening one’s eoffee is generally
the first stirring event of the day.
A duel is a question of time. It
only takes two seconds to arrange it.
V lake ? nod shar P pickles, whittle
oil both ends to a point,
U h -V should young ladies sot good
examples f Because young men are al
ways following them.
Husband, 1 must have some change
to-day. - Well, stay at home and take
care of the children ; that will be change
enough. °
Mrs. Partington will not allow Ike to
play the guitar. She says lie had it
<>nco when a child, and it nearly killed
him.
It would seem that Gen. Grant’s high
est ambition is to retire at the end of a
second term with “plenty of money and
no poor kin.”
William Howe was arrested in a wes
tern town tho other day for beating his
wife with a hoe—ns if a man hadn’t a
right to hoc bis own Howe.
'fhe most bashful girl we ever heard
of was the young lady who blushed
when she was asked if she had not been
courting sleep.
The strongest propensity in woman’s
natun, says and Careful student of the
sox, is to want to know what is going
on - an< l Hie next best is to boss the job.
r Jhe following expressive notice is
posted on the closed door of a Brook
1> n cobblers shop: “ Thes beznies Is
klozd fur aa week tu elou thea bos A
ebaiiz ter bi sik.”
!" cure dyspepsia—Close all the
outei doors of a four-story house, open
the inner doors, and then take a long
switch ahd chase a cat up and down
stairs till she sweats.
Ileres h ebster on a bridge/* said
Mrs. Partington, as she handed so Ike a
new unabridged dictionary. “Study it
conteiitively, and you will gain a great
deal of inflammation.”
A boy eight years old, in one of our
public schools, having been told that a
reptile ‘-is an animal, that creeps,”
on bcilig asked to name one on examin
ation day, promptly replied, the “baby.”
At a recent New York party a young
lady sang with touching effect: “I’m
saddest when I sing,’ when a great
horrid man remarked: “Well, Miss,
I know of no one who has greater oc
casion.”
A young man says there has been such
a tiling as true love in old times, but
that now the notion is entirely obsolete;
and il you ask a young lady uow-a-days
to share your lot. she immediately wants
to know how large that “lot” is.
A youngster, while perusing a chapter
in Genesis, turning to his mother, in
quired if the people in those days used
to do sums on the ground. It was dis
covered that he had been
passage, “ And the sons of
j'ied up->n Ihe lace of
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