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THE VERNON CLIPPER 

VOLUME I.           VERNON, LAMAR CO., ALABAMA           OCTOBER 24, 1879     
NUMBER 32     

POEM – THE CIDER-MILL – by John G. Whittier
Under the blue New England skies,
Flooded with sunshine a valley lies.
The mountains clasp it, warm and sweet,
Like a sunny child to their rocky feet.
Three pearly lakes and a hundred streams
Lie on its quiet heart of dreams.
Its meadows are greenest ever seen;
Its harvest-fields have the brightest sheen;
Through its trees the softest sunlight shakes,
And the whitest lilies gem its lakes.
I love, oh, better than words can tell,
Its every rock and grove and dell;
But most I love the gorge where the rill
Comes down by the old brown cider-mill.
Above the clear springs gurgle out
And the upper meadows wind about;
Then join, and under the willows flow
“Round knolls where blue-beach whip-stocks grow,
To rest in a shaded pool that keeps 
The oak trees clasped in its crystal deeps.
Sheer twenty feet the water falls
Down from the old dam’s broken walls,
Spatters the knobby bowlders gray,
And, laughing, dies in the shade away,
Under great rocks, through trout-pools still,
With many a tumble-down to the mill.
All the way down the nut trees grow,
And squirrels hid above and below.
Acorns, beechnuts, chestnuts there
Drop all the fall through the hazy air;
And burrs roll down with cu rled up leaves,
In the mellow light of harvest eves,
Forever there the still, old trees
Drink a wine of peace that has no lees.
By the roadside stands the cider-mill
Where a lowland slumber waits the rill;
A great brown building, two stories high,
On the western hill-face warm and dry;
And odorous piles of apples there
Fill with incense the golden air;
And heaps of pumice, mixed with straw,
To their amber sweets the late flies draw.
The carts back up to the upper door
And spill their treasures in on the floor;
Down through the toothed wheels they go
To the wide, deep cider-press below.
And the screws are turned by slow degrees
Down on the straw-laid cider cheese;
And with each turn a fuller stream
Bursts from beneath the groaning beam
An amber stream the gods might sip,
And fear no morrow’s parched lip;
But wherefore gods?  Those idle toys
Were soulless to real New England boys.
What classic goblet ever felt
Such thrilling touches though it melt,
As throb electric along a straw,
When the boyish lips the cider draw?
The years are heavy with weary sounds,
And their discords life’s sweet music drowns;
But yet I hear, oh, sweet, oh sweet,
The rill that bathed my bare, brown feet;
And yet the cider drips and falls
On my inward ear at intervals;
And I lead at times in a sad, sweet dream,
To the babbling of that little stream;
And I sit in a visioned autumn still,
In the sunny door of the cider-mill.

POEM – SCHOOL IS IN
Gathering at the portals,
Gliding through the doors,
Seated on the benches
Little ones by scores!
Marching to the music
Of familiar airs,
Tells the common story
“School life and its cares.”

Blessed little faces,
Pictures in a row;
Buds of coming blossoms
How the dimples glow!
Mark each true endeavor
To subdue the will,
Stifling fun and frolic
Trying to keep still.

Rosy little fingers
Toying with the books,
Lately picking berries
In the shady nooks;
Feet theat prove rebellious
To the measure tread,
Yesterday a-romping
Through some clover-bed.

Soon you’ll take it kindly,
Merry little men;
Fighting bloodless battles
With the book and pen
Little men and maidens,
You are sure to win-
Hark, the bell is ringing
Heed it, “School is in.”

STORY – BELLE’S DIARY – by Mary N. Prescott, in Harper’s Magazine for October
June 1, 1877 
 Sunday – We had such a stirring preacher today – a home missionary.  He set 
the whole business before us in a new light; he urged upon us the necessity of 
action.  If nearer duties detained us, we ought to give tithes of our income, 
he said.  Mr. Andover added a few remarks to emphasize the missionary’s, and 
then the box was passed.  Of course I hadn’t any money.  I thought somewhat of 
putting in the ring Aunt Holyoke left me, but didn’t dare.  Afterward Mr. 
Andover said if anyone had come to church unprepared, she could leave her mite 
in his hands at any time, to be forwarded for the good cause.  I told Philip, 
who overtook me on the way from church, how much I was interested, and how much 
I wished I were rich enough to contribute; and he only laughed and pooh-poohed, 
and called me a religious enthusiast.  Mother says she wished Philip wouldn’t 
haunt me so much; that since he has broken our engagement because we were too 
poor to marry, and no likelihood of growing richer, as his father had just 
failed, he out not to act as if I belonged to him still. I suppose she thinks 
it diminishes my chances; but I don’t want any more “chances.”  I don’t believe 
I shall every marry now; neither will Philip; and why should we not be 
friends?  Old Mrs. Abernethey told me, directly after the engagement was off, 
that she always knew Philip Devereaux was selfish and mercenary.  I should have 
given her a piece of my mind if she hadn’t been old enough to be my 
grandmother, and hadn’t meant it kindly.  How unhappy I was when Nell Williams 
got angry with me, and said she didn’t believe that Philip ever meant to marry 
me, and would never marry any girl without a fortune!  That ended our 
friendship.
	Thursday – Philip is going away!  It is like a thunder-bolt.  He is 
going into business in New York.  Perhaps he will make a fortune; who knows?  
Not that I care for money.  Mr. Andover brought me a book to read to mother, 
and a bunch of scarlet columbines.  How I wish she could see their rich color 
and grace!  I told him that I had grown a sudden interest in home missions, and 
wished there was something I could do for the poor people the Rev. Mr. Gerrish 
told us about.  “Your mission is already marked out for you,” he said.  “You 
are eyes to the blind, and sunshine to those who sit in shadow.”  I always 
think Mr. Andover is a plain man till he smiles.
	Tuesday – Philip is gone!  He bade me good-by at the gate last night, 
under the stars.  He is going to write often.  It is horribly lonesome today; 
what would a lifetime be without him!  I’ve beguiled myself thinking over a 
plan for raising money for the home missions.  I’ve sold Aunt Hoiyoke’s ring.  
It was a pretty ring, but the jeweler only gave me two dollars for it, with 
which I have bought a lottery ticket.  It doesn’t draw till the 1st of July, 
and then how proud I should be to take a thousand dollars over to the parsonage 
for the cause, and how surprised Mr. Andover would be!
	Wednesday – Very dull.  Read “Paradise Lost” to mother.
	Thursday, 20. – Mr. Andover called; asked if I had heard from Mr. 
Devereaux.  I’m afraid something has happened to him.
	June 30. – A short but delightful letter from Philip.  He is too busy 
to write much or often.  Mr. Andover is going to give me German lessons.
	July 5. – The lottery ticket drew nothing.  I could have cried.  I 
built so many castles.  The very next number to mine drew the five hundred 
dollars.  I painted a little horse-shoe – German forget-me-nots on a gold 
ground – and Mr. Ashley, the stationer, sold it for me for five dollars.  I was 
thunder-struck.  Who could have thought it worth so much?  I men to buy a 
ticket in the Royal Havana Lottery this time.  Perhaps this is the beginning of 
luck.
	July 11.  Wrote to Philip.  Mr. Andover came to give me a German 
lesson, and afterward read to mother and me from the German authors.  I told 
him, just as he was leaving, that I had heard from Philip, because he asked 
before.  Thought he looked displeased or something; perhaps he thinks I’m 
wanting in proper spirit, to correspond with Philip since our engagement is 
broken.
	August. – Philip is so busy that he can’t find time to write often.  
I’ve had only three letters since he left, but he says that mine make sunshine 
in a shady place for him.  Squire Cutts told Nell Williams that his daughter 
Annette, who is visiting at Coney Island, met Philip there at a hop.  “I’m glad 
the poor fellow has some diversions,” I said, but I was very sorry she 
mentioned it before Mr. Andover and mother.  Of course a man can not work day 
and night.
	August 11. – Such weather is too splendid to enjoy alone.  Mr. Andover 
rowed me up to the Artichoke River.  It was live fairy-land, all the boughs of 
the trees leaning across from shore to shore, and the moonlight and stars 
sifting through, and painting weird shadows upon the still water.  Resting upon 
his oars, he sang to me a gondelied which he learned abroad, that seemed just a 
part of the moonlight, the smooth river, and the summer.  What they were to the 
eye, his song was to the ear.  I wish Philip could sing.
	August 12.   – The most astonishing thing has happened.  I can hardly 
believe it.  I have been in a state of supreme excitement ever since the mail 
came in.  What will Philip say?  I have never been so happy since the day he 
told he had made up his mind that he was selfishly standing in my light, and 
that our engagement must be broken till he should see his way clear to a 
fortune.  Nothing I urged could change his noble resolve.  But now there is no 
longer any need of separation.  his way is clear to a fortune.  I have drawn a 
prize in the Royal Havana Lottery!  Good luck under a horseshoe.
	August 13. – Mr. Andover came to give me a lesson.  He said I looked as 
if I had heard good news.  I wrote Philip all about it, and how happy I am to 
know that our days of separation are ended – that he must feel it as much his 
money as mine, and that now he will not need to slave himself to death, and 
that though we will not be very, very rich – not nearly as rich as Squire 
Cutts – yet we can live in comfort and happiness, unhampered by debt or 
poverty.  how surprised, how happy, he will be!
	August 14. – Philip has received my good new by this, and is in the 
seventh heaven.
16.  - No letter from Philip.  Perhaps it is too early to look for one.
20. – I shall never have the happiness of expecting a letter from Philip 
again.  Perhaps I am only punished for my selfishness.  I bought the lottery 
tickets, to be sure, in order to benefit the home missions, but the temptation 
to benefit Philip and myself was too great.  When I drew the prize I doubted at 
the time whether I did not owe it all to the home mission, but as I had only 
hoped to draw a thousand dollars at most for that cause, my scruples were 
overruled by selfishness.  My religious enthusiasm, as Philip once called it, 
died out when it came into competition with my own happiness.  I am punished, 
indeed.  I was so happy, too, when I started under Mr. Andover’s convoy for the 
church picnic.  I had no doubt but Philip was on his way to meet me and make 
arrangements for our marriage, because he had not written.  Perhaps he would be 
at home waiting for me when I returned, talking it over with mother.  I was so 
sure of his love.  By-and-by I got tired strolling in the woods and hunting for 
maiden-hair fern with Mr. Andover, and sat down by some trees, a little apart 
from the others, to think and enjoy.  and presently I heard Miss Anne Cutts 
reading a letter aloud to Mrs. Blair, and her droning voice was hushing me off 
to sleep.  
Our wedding is fixed for October.  I wanted to wait till Christmas, but my lord 
and master objected.  My gown is already ordered of Worth.  I shall be married 
in church by Mr. Andover.
	Your affectionate niece
	Annette Cutts
	Was Miss Anne Cutts still reading aloud, or had I dreamed this about 
the wedding and Mr. Andover?  I opened my eyes and saw a little bird tilting on 
a spray, and immediately Mrs. Blair broke the spell by saying,” Bless me, 
Anne!  It’s a good match for Philip Devereaux, now isn’t it?  A lucky day for 
him when he broke off with Belle Ford!”  And I heard no more; the trees and the 
bird seemed to swim before me in a cloud of mist.  I stood up and steadied 
myself against a bowlder, and Mr. Andover came and put my arm in his and took 
me home.  And this is the end.
	Philip untrue:  Philip the lover of another!  It is unreal.  I can not 
seem to grasp it.
August 22.  A letter from Philip Devereaux.  After all, I thought, maybe it was 
gossip and hearsay.  The sight of the familiar handwriting sent the blood 
spinning through my veins.  He congratulated me on my good luck, and added: 
Having broken our engagement when we were both beggars, how could I renew it 
now because you have become rich?  Would not the world – our world – point the 
finger of scorn at me?  I can not accept such generosity, Belle, even for your 
sake, but must still plod on.”  Once I should have thought these sentiments so 
noble.  Whereas I was blind, now I see.  He thinks that I know nothing about 
the affair of Annette Cutts, or he has not courage to break it to me.
September 15 – I have resumed my German studies, to divert my mind.  Everybody 
is talking of the approaching marriage.  I told Mr. Andover about the prize, 
and asked it he would take it for home missions.
“Have you the money in hand? he asked.
“No, I have not even sent on my ticket.  I have merely been notified that I had 
drawn the amount.”
“My dear Miss Belle,” he said, “pardon me – but I do not approve of lotteries.”
“Neither do I , any longer.”
“It may be a foolish scruple,” he pursued; “most people would laugh at it; but 
it seems to me that money obtained in that way does more harm than good – will 
not be blessed in the use.”
“Perhaps not,” I said, “but what shall I do with it?  I feel like the man who 
drew the elephant.”
“Suppose you destroy the ticket, and do nothing about it?’
“Very well,” I returned.  “I wish I had never bought it.” And so I held it in 
the gas jet, and reduced the fortune that was to have made me happy to a pinch 
of ashes.
October 1 – A dreadful thing has happened.  Squire Cutts has died insolvent.  
It will postpone Annette’s wedding.  I hear that the order for her wedding gown 
has been countermanded.  But if Philip loves her, she is still rich.  All the 
kingdoms of the earth can not buy love.
June, 1878. – It is more than a year since I began this diary, and how much has 
occurred!  I have often wondered how Philip Devereaux bore himself after 
Annette Cutts married old General Battles, with his millions and his gout, 
preferring a palace without love to love in a cottage.  Yesterday I wandered 
into the pine-woods alone.  Mr. Andover and I have been there so often that all 
its treasures of shade and sunlight, of soaring pines and humble mosses, seemed 
to belong to us.  Its winding ways are like enchantment, luring us on to more 
beauty and serenity.  It is like walking though dim cathedral aisles as we 
tread upon the carpet of pine needles, and hear the wind fluting through the 
branches, while spicy incense is wafted about, and sweet thought come like a 
benediction.  You scarcely hear an approaching footstep, and I was gathering 
some ferns, when some one close beside me said, “Isabelle!  Isabelle!” – a 
voice that sounded strangely familiar, but was not Mr. Andover’s; a voice that 
seemed to conjure a vision of starry summer nights, and sweet scents, and 
tender words, in the instant before I could turn.  I never once thought of 
Philip Devereaux, but there he stood, smiling and debonair, as if we had only 
parted an hour ago.  “Your mother told me I should find you here,” he said, 
taking my unwilling hand.  “See, I picked a four-leaved clover as I cam across 
the meadow;’ that means luck.  Isabelle, can you forgive me?”
“Yes, indeed.” I answered, heartily, “and thank you, too.”
“I was a fool, Isabelle”
“And so was I.”
“Isabelle, don’t turn away your head.  I never loved Annette.  I love you.  You 
have no cause for jealousy.  I have come back to marry you, Isabelle.”
“I shall never marry you, Philip.” I said.  “I do not love you any longer.”
“Not love me?” he cried.  “Oh, I understand; you have some natural resentment –
 “
“But no love.”  And then he fell to protesting and expostulating, while we 
walked out of the pine woods together; and just as we emerged into the road we 
met Mr. Andover.  He bowed and passed on.  I knew he had come to look for me.  
I parted with Philip at the gate, where we parted once before, and today it is 
all over  town that our engagement is renewed.
June 16 – Mr. Andover has not been to see me since the day I met him coming out 
of the pine woods with Philip.  Philip called, but I declined the interview.
June 18 – Met Mr. Andover walking on the causeway by the river.  he turned and 
joined me.  An old woman came out of a fishing-hut presently, and begged for 
money.  As he opened his purse something glittering, fell out at his feet.  It 
was Aunt Holyoke’s ring.  He picked it up.  “You used to wear this,” he said,” 
that was why I bought it.”
“You were very good.  Did you mean to give it to me?” I asked.
“If you will take my heart with it, Belle.”

FARM AND GARDEN.

TOMATOES – When frost threatens to destroy the vines, strip them of their 
fruit, and spread it out on a green-house bed, or under the hot-bed glass, 
covering the glass on frosty nights.  A large portion of them will ripen, and 
usually sell well. – [Exchange

SQUASHES  should be housed before frost injures them, and while the weather is 
warm.  It is good practice to go over the squash field and select such squashes 
as are well-ripened, and cart them in at once, leaving the green ones to ripen 
as long as the vines are not touched by frost.  The late ones often keep best.  
Keep the squash-house dry, and temperature 60 deg., as near as may be.  Melons 
will keep bearing until frost, and need daily care to market them as fast as 
they ripen. – [Inter-Ocean

DON’T hurry the cows!  Ours got out of her enclosure one night last week and in 
company with strange cows wandered some four miles from home before she was 
found.  She was brought back August 14, a very sultry day.  Without thinking of 
the effect, I walked her along at a moderately brisk gait without stopping on 
the road.  Result – the next morning one-quarter of her bag was hard, 
congested, and tender.  When I saw this I thought of her long walk.  I attended 
to this trouble immediately, and in 24 hours she was all right.   Moral:  In 
driving cows any considerable distance in dog-days, give them plenty of time – 
[Cor. N. Y. Tribune

WEEDS – As nearly all kinds of weeds cast their seeds at this season, says a 
contributor to an exchange, it is good economy to take considerable pains to 
destroy the seed.  It is not enough to simply hoe then up or mow them.  Many 
weeds ripen their seeds just as well after this is done as if let alone.  The 
only safe way to get quit of them is to cart, wheel, or lug them away from the 
garden to some remote corner, where they may either be piled and burned or 
composted with hot manure.  If the compsot is frequently turened and well mixed 
while hot, it will destroy nearly all kinds of seeds effectually, and this is 
one of the important objects in composting manure for garden use.

A WRITER in the Deutsche Zeibung states that he last year had an opportunity of 
trying a remedy for destroying green fly and other insects which infest 
plants.  It was not his own discovery, but he found it among other recipes in 
some provincial paper.  The stems and leaves of the tomato are well boiled in 
water, and when the liquor is cold it is syringed over plants attacked by 
insecst.  It at once destroys black or green fly, caterpillars, etc.; and it 
leaves behind a peculiar odor which prevents insects from coming again for a 
long time.  The author states that he found this remedy more effectual than 
fumigating, washing, etc.  Through neglect a house of camelias had become 
almost hopelessly infested with black lice, but two syringings with tomato 
plant decoction thoroughly cleansed them. – [Gardener’s Chronicle

MR. NELSON RITTER of Syracuse, N. Y., thinks sunflower seeds for poultry worth 
the dollar a bushel they cost in market, given in connection with other feed.  
his own plan, however, is to raise a supply (a quarter-acre this year) bind 
into bundles, store for winter, and throw into the hen-house from time to time 
where pecking out the seeds will afford necessary exercise, as well as add to 
the desirable variety in diet.  Another favorite, and very profitable product 
of his, as he tells the Rural New Yorker, is the black currant, of which he 
lately sold 19 bushels.  Neither insects, birds, chickens, or boys molest the 
bush or fruit.  The yield is always heavy.  There is nothing better for pie, 
pudding or preserve, while the jelly is valuable in all ailments of the throat, 
and a little mixed with cold water makes a most delicious and refreshing drink.

TIME TO TRANSPLANT CURRANTS – Says a writer in the Chicago Times:  Almost all 
persons regard spring as a better time than autumn in which to set out trees, 
vines, shrubs, and bushes.  An exception, however, is made in the case of 
currants.  The bushes commence to grow in the spring long before the ground is 
in condition to be worked.  If transplanted as early as possible, most of the 
young sprouts will be destroyed while the growth of the old stalks will be 
checked.  By setting out bushes in the fall a gain of a year’s growth may be 
secured.  When transplanting them they should be pruned by cutting away 
considerable of the old wood.  After they have been in their new positions a 
few days and the ground has become settled over the roots, it is best to apply 
a coating of manure.  This will stimulate their growth in the spring, and help 
secure a crop the season after they are planted out. = [Exchange.

PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS
An imperious Caesar – The Sheriff.

Motto for bakers – Dare to dough right.

Remark of the oyster September 1:  “Here we R again.”

The maturinal song of the rooster:  “My gallant crew.  Good morning!”

The kangaroos are dying out.  They have for years been on their last legs.

Young ladies birthdays come only biennially after they are 25, and often appear 
with even less frequency.

“Have you a mother-in-law?” asked a man of a disconsolate-looking 
person.  “No,” he replied,” but I have a father in jail.”

A writer stated in a recent obituary notice that “the deceased was born in his 
native town, where he has ever since resided.”

Mrs. Patterson, speaking of the repaid manner in which evil deeds were 
perpetrated, said that it only required two seconds to fight a duel.

Old tortoises can now take a back seat.  A bedbug was caught in a country 
boarding house the other day that had the legend, “G. W., 1776” cut on its back.

The Dutch word for insurance company is Levensvcrzekeringmaatschappy.  There 
are plenty of people who would call some of the insurance companies by worse 
names than that if they could only invent them.

Teacher, to boy who has to be corrected frequently – “Can you tell me where the 
Blue Ridge is?” Boy – (rubbing his shoulder) – “No, but I can tell you where 
the black-and-blue ridge is.”  He is treated more ridgerously than ever before, 
now.

An uptown man when asked last evening if he was a member of a certain church, 
replied, “Well, I dunno; b’lieve I am a sort of a member of something.  Anyhow, 
when they have a donation I always send something along.”

Boyhood is candid, and middle age, though it may think the same things, is 
reticent.  “What part,” asked a Sunday School teacher, “of the burial of Sir 
john Moore do you like best?”  He was thoughtful for a moment, and then 
replied:  “Few and short were the prayers we said.”

ROMANCE
Soft as silk with golden hair,
Bright as stars were her eyes of blue.
Truly I love me lady fair;
Truly my lady loved me, too.
Did it break my heart when my love lay dead?
Why, bless your heart, she didn’t die.
Time wrought changes as it onward sped:
She loves another – so do I.

To tell the truth, we are surprised that the women folk show the amount of 
common sense they do.  Young man, supposing you were told, say 20 times a day, 
how bright your eyes are, what magnificent tresses are you are, how enchanting 
your society is, how nicest, sweetest, best you are; how long, think you, 
before you would develop into the assiest kind of a jackass – always provided 
you were not one at the start?   - [Boston Transcript

Notice a woman when she receives a telegram.  How it does scare her!  She 
trembles like a dish of jelly, and imagines all sorts of things.  her husband 
has fallen down the hatchway at his warehouse.  Her Johnny has gone out sailing 
and is drowned.  Her sister Martha has been scalded to death.  Nothing short of 
a fatal accident quite fills the bill of her imagination.  When she finally 
summons courage to tear open the envelope, she finds a message from her husband 
warning her that he will bring a customer home to dinner, and she immediately 
calls her children together and instructs them not to ask twice for 
raspberries, as there’s just enough to go around, and gives the visitor a few 
extras.  – [Puck

QUARANTINE GRIEVANCES.  ADVENTURES OF A LOUISIANA PLANTER ON HIS WAY HOME FROM 
THE VIRGINIA SPRINGS – from the New Orleans Times
	Ex-Governor Paul O. Hebert, who, by the way, was the Governor of 
Louisiana who approved the original quarantine law of 1855, dropped into the 
Times office yesterday, to relate some of his quarantine experiences, while on 
his way hither from the Virginia Springs.  The Governor may be allowed to tell 
his story in his own way:
	“I have been spending the summer at the Montgomery White, and would 
have remained longer but that I received a telegram stating that a portion of 
my sugar house had taken wings during the storm and departed upon an exploring 
expedition into the adjacent cane field.  Anticipating some trouble in the 
quarantine district, I obtained, before leaving, a certificate from the 
resident physician of the springs, staying that I had been at the springs for a 
month or more, and was in a perfect state of health.  I had added to this 
certificate some additional details of how I ad not been in an affected place 
this year; how I had had yellow fever in years past, etc. stating further that 
I was a native of Louisiana and have particular business calling me home.
	Thus fortified, I started on my journey and progressed without accident 
or event until I neared the city of Montgomery.  Some 15 miles out from that 
place there appeared a grand looking individual clad in uniform with brass 
buttons, a military cap, and wearing on his manly bosom a pewter soup-plate 
impressed with letters representing some cabal or other.
	To me, being the first man on the first seat in the sleeper, this 
formidable officer presented himself.  he asked me where I was from and whither 
I was going.  I produced the certificate and exhibited it.  he read it.  he 
then pulled out a printed list of questions and propounded them to me, writing 
down my answers.
	Question – Where are you from?  Answer – Virginia.
	Q. – Where are you going? A – To New Orleans
	Q. – Have you been in any infected place within fourteen days? A. – Did 
not you read my certificate? No.
	Q. – Are you alone? A. Yes
	Q. – Is your wife with you. A. No.
	Q. – How many children have you with you?  A. – I have already told you 
I am alone.  If you will read that certificate of mine you will not ask me all 
those questions.
	The officer said he had read it, but had forgotten part of it.  I told 
him he had a remarkably short memory.  Upon this he said:  “Well, you must keep 
in this car, and by no means get out of it.”
	“What for?” I demanded.
	“Because of the quarantine regulations,” he answered.
	“Whose?”
	“The Montgomery quarantine.”
	“Where’s Montgomery.”
	“Down the road a piece.”
	“What is it?  A ferry or what?”
	The officer seemed taken aback by this, but he replied, “Why, it is the 
capital city of the State of Alabama, sir.”
	“Ah!” I exclaimed, “and, please, what is Alabama?”
	The gaily dressed official was so stunned by this that he could not 
find words to express his astonishment.  he closed his book with a bang, and 
imagining, perhaps, he had to do with a lunatic, turned upon his heel and 
pounced upon a widow lady two seats further on.
	When we arrived at Montgomery, I felt the cravings of hunger, and went 
to the door to get out of the car, intending to visit the eating-house near 
by.  The door was locked, and a ferocious looking man on the outside told me in 
a peremptory tone to go away from there.  I remonstrated, and told him I was in 
need of some food, and went further to state that I had to have some.
	The man then told me that I could order what I wanted and it would be 
brought to the train.  I was so mad I could hardly contain myself, but several 
other passengers here joined me and proposed that a general order should be 
sent out.  I ordered a glass of milk and paid two prices for it, as did the 
other passengers for the food they had.  I suppose the extra charge was in some 
way the premium of an insurance policy upon the life of the waiter who had the 
bardihood to enter the sleeper.
	I found now that not only had the door been shut and locked, but all 
the windows had been carefully closed to keep germs from getting out of the 
car.  It is pretty warm in Alabama at this time of the year, and we soon became 
oppressed with the heat, and a lady passenger fainted.  At the risk of being 
impaled by the angry citizens of Montgomery, I raised a window.  The passengers 
were equally alarmed and astonished at my temerity, but no evil consequences 
followed my rash act.
	I tell you, this Montgomery system is a tremendous farce.  They cooped 
us unoffending people up there for an hour without any excuse whatever.  What 
makes the system more contemptible, is that it is entirely inconsistent.  The 
passengers in the sleepers are considered infected and are treated as such, yet 
a quarantine officer goes in and out among them and from them into the town and 
then back to the quarantine station.  Are his clothes especially warranted not 
to carry germs?
	Then there is the waiter, who enters every sleeper that passes up or 
down the road.  is he guaranteed against infection?
	I assert that of all the frauds in this country the quarantine fraud 
practiced at Montgomery is the worst.  I can not conceive of civilized beings, 
living in a free country like this, in the last quarter of the nineteenth 
century, believing and practicing such tomfoolery.

DIME NOVELS
	The influence of dime novel literature is very apparent in the city of 
New York.  Every once in a while the police run across a nest of boys who have 
banded together for the purpose of committing crimes of one kind or another.  
Lately, a band of these young criminals, who had their headquarters about the 
Grand Central depot, was captured.  The leader is about fifteen years of age, 
and the ages of the boys who make up this band range between seven and nine 
years.  They amused themselves in picking pockets and in robbing school 
children.  This band had bound itself together by a most horrible oath, the 
form of which they found in one of these pernicious dime novels.  There is a 
law against the sale of impure and obscene literature, and there ought 
certainly to be a law prohibiting the sale of dime novels, and of all 
literature of the dime novel class.  These pernicious stories which raise 
thieves, robbers and murderers to the dignity of heroes, and which make crime 
more attractive than virtue are powerful agents increasing the number of our 
criminals.  Certainly, something ought to be done to keep the minds of our boys 
from being poisoned. – [New Orleans Times.

The extreme length of Illinois, north and south, is 378 miles.  The width of 
the State varies, being at one section 210 miles; but the average width is 150 
miles, more or less.  The area of the State is 55,415 square miles, over 
35,000,000 acres.

To make the world a better, lovelier and happier is the noblest work of man or 
woman.

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THE VERNON CLIPPER
ALEXANDER COBB, Editor and Proprietor
ALEX. A. WALL, Publisher
$1.50 per annum
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 21, 1879

	The Congressional contest in this the 6th District is becoming somewhat 
alluring, in its (we think premature) progress for candidates.  We find from 
the different papers that there is quite a number whose services would be so 
valuable that their friends almost force them to consent to enter the contest. –
 Among the list spoken is HON. NEWTON CLEMMONS of Tuskaloosa, who stands a No. 
1, as a gentleman, socially and intellectually, and one in our opinion, would 
be an honor to the district.  Also our old friend and a Fayette raised boy, 
JAMES M. VANHOOSE, ESQR., who stands as high in the scale of wisdom and 
integrity, as a politician and gentleman, and as the best citizen of the 
State.  We only hear from rumor that our former Representative HON. G. W. 
HEWITT is in the field, of whom we all, of the district, have a knowledge of 
his valuable services while a member, and, we say what we believe, that there 
can be no better man selected for the position than he, the old tried and true 
to his constituents.  While we regret to lose the valuable services of HON. B. 
B. LEWIS, we have no objection to the election of either of the three 
aspirants.  When the people make a choice, we are willing to yield, and can do 
so with as good grace as any man  in the district.  There is one thing we would 
like to know how it is, that the only qualified and good man, are to be found 
either in Tuskaloosa or Jefferson, for Representative in Congress?  Is it 
because the only talent we have is in one or the other of those two counties?  
No, it is not that, for Pickens, Lamar, Marion, Winston, and Walker have as 
much natural intellect as either of those, but we will admit that perhaps we 
are not as well educated in some portions of the district as they, yet we have 
men with talent and honesty enough to make good representative for us, and we 
are for a divide of honors.  We call on the young men of the district of those 
counties to step forth and demand your share of the honors; and not remain as 
we older men have always done, mere “hewers of wood and drawers of water,” but 
lay aside that modesty which (to your credit be it said) you possess and step 
into the slimy pool of politics and purify its waters.
	We have heard since the above was penned that FRANCIS JUSTICE, ESQR., 
of Pikeville, is an aspirant; he is a man of talent, and one that would make us 
a good representative in any legislative body, either in Congress or 
elsewhere. – [Ed.

The U. S. Government will soon issue the first volume of the history of the war 
compiled from Confederate and Federal War Papers in the archives at 
Washington.  The history purports to be impartial and is edited by a 
Confederate and a Federal General.  The book will be sold for what it cost the 
Government to print it.

Uniontown Press:  Three little boys out squirrel hunting Wednesday, on Major 
MAJOR JEFFRIES’ Plantation, got a squirrel up a tree in the fork.  Two of them 
climbed up to run him from his hiding place, which they did, and the one of the 
ground with the gun, shot at the squirrel, which he missed, but struck both the 
boys.  One of them is not expected to live.

A young man sent twenty-five cents to a New York firm for the purpose of 
learning “how to get along without a blotter in writing” and received the 
answer:  “Write with a lead pencil.”

THAT BOY – A SHORT STORY FOR MOTHERS – by Mrs. D. A. Chamberlain
	One pleasant day in the early part of summer, Max Fennimore stood 
leaning listlessly over the gate in front of his father’s house.  But his 
listless manner suddenly changed to animation, for, on looking down the street, 
he saw Frank Jones coming.  Frank was holding fast to a string, to the other 
end of which was attached a beautiful kite.  Max opened the gate and ran to 
meet him.
	“Oh, Frank!” he cried, “please let me fly your kite awhile.”
	“Well,” said Frank, good-naturedly.  “But hold fast to the string, for 
she pulls like a span of horses.”
	Max took hold of the string carefully; and as he watched the kite 
floating among the very clouds, and felt it tugging at the string as if 
impatient with the tie that held it to the earth, he was filled with the utmost 
delight.  He thrust his disengaged hand into his pocket, and drew forth a lead 
pencil, a gaily striped tin pen-holder, a chunk of red chalk, the neck of a 
broken bottle, a piece of rubber, and a bit of colored glass – all of which he 
offered to give in exchange for the kite, but without success.  Finally he drew 
forth a new pocket knife.
	“See here, Frank!” said he, “I will give you this knife, if you will 
let me have this kite.”
	Frank was several years older than Max.  he had no intention of taking 
an unfair advantage of his young friend.
	“The kite is not worth near so much as your knife,” said he.  “Let me 
take the string and I will bring the kite down.  I can show you in a very few 
minutes how to make one for yourself”
	Max was delighted.  he watched Frank as he slowly wound up the string, 
and when the kite gave a final plunge to the earth, he ran and got it, and 
brought it to Frank uninjured.  Then the boys sat down on the sidewalk, while 
Frank explained its construction.
	“And now,” said Frank, rising to go, “if you have any trouble in 
balancing it, bring it over to me, and I will fasten on the strings for you.”
	“All right!” was the reply; and Max ran back to the house, and 
procuring a piece of pine board, he entered the kitchen.  The room presented an 
appearance of perfect order and neatness; for Mrs. Fennimore was a model 
housekeeper, and could not tolerate anything like dirt or confusion.  There was 
no one about the house by himself, by the did not consider this an unfavorable 
circumstance.  he set at work with a zeal which soon covered the floor with 
bits of wood and shavings.  He soon ha the frame made, and neatly tacked 
together. he got a paper with which to cover it, and then began a desperate 
search for the scissors.  He searched through the family sitting-room; 
overturning his mother’s workbasket, looking through the contents; and in his 
haste leaving everything in disorder and confusion after him.  He at length 
succeeded in finding a pair, but could find no mucilage to fasten on the cover 
with, so, procuring a basin, he put in a quantity of flour, and mixing it up 
with water, soon had a liberal supply of paste.
	Finally the kite was completed.  he set it on the table and looked at 
it with an air of pride and triumph.  Max was an ingenious boy; and it was a 
nice piece of workmanship for a lad of his age.  “Ain’t it a beauty, though?” 
he exclaimed to himself.  “I do believe it is a nicer kite than Frank’s”
	He stepped backward to take a better look and in doing so, stumbled 
over the basin, and overturning it, the contents ran out on the floor.  Max 
looked about hem; he had been so absorbed in the construction of his kite, as 
to be entirely oblivious to the mischief he had been doing.  Filled with dismay 
he ran for the mop, and began a desperate attempt to wipe up the paste.  But 
the harder he worked the further the paste spread, engulfing bits of wood and 
paper.  max was in despair.  just at that moment the door opened.  Mrs. 
Fennimore was about to enter, but paused in the doorway;  thro’ the door ajar 
she looked into the other room, and her practiced eye took in the whole scene.
	“Max Fennimore!”  It was only the boy’s name, but there was a 
significant emphasis and inflection in the tone in which it was uttered.
	“I didn’t mean to make a muss,” began Max in trepidation.  “But I was 
so busy I didn’t notice what I was doing.  Just wait a moment, mother, and I 
will clean it all up.” And Max began mopping again with desperation.  Mrs. 
Fennimore hastened across the room, and grasping Max by the shoulder, shook him 
free from the mop handle.
	“Fennimore!”  she exclaimed again, “what have you been doing?”
	“Making a kite,” and Max glanced ruefully at the beautiful specimen of 
his skill that stood on the table, as if in triumph at having attained such 
comely proportions, amid such chaos and confusion.
	“I will teach you how to make kites!”  And Mrs. Fennimore crossed the 
room, and seizing the fabric crushed it in her hands, and threw it 
remorselessly into the stove.  Then she turned her attention to Max.  “Didn’t I 
tell you before I left home,” she began, “that I should expect to find 
everything just as I left it when I returned?  And now look at these rooms.  
And this is always the way.  I never can leave the house for a half hour but 
when I return I find it looking as if a hurricane had passed through it.  I 
declare, Max, you will worry the life out of me!”
	Max was unmoved.  It was not so much because he had grown used to this 
expression, and stood in no fear of his mother’s immediate dissolution; but 
with the destruction of the kite, his penitence and remorse had suddenly 
vanished; and he listened to his mother’s words silent and sullen, and would 
make no promises of better conduct in the future.  Mrs. Fennimore became 
thoroughly provoked, and giving way to her impatience, she pushed Max before 
her through the hall, and thrust him out the street door.
	“There!” she exclaimed, “get out of my sight.  You are the worst boy I 
ever saw.  There!” throwing his hat out after him, “that is the last I want to 
see of you!”
	Mrs. Fennimore was in the habit of giving expression to her impatience 
in angry words, the full meaning of which she did not stop to realize.  Perhaps 
Max did not notice them much at first, but such harsh and cruel words, although 
scarce heeded at first have power to return, and echo and re-echo through the 
heart.  She certainly could not have realized that the impression she was 
making upon her boy’s mind would be as lasting as his existence; that a 
mother’s manner, her words make up her influence over her child, and follow it 
always.  That they will come back, perhaps in adversity, to strengthen and 
comfort in their gentleness and loving patience, until will seem almost that 
her very presence is with him. Or, they may come to him in the hour of 
temptation, to sting with pain and bitterness, and perhaps turn the balance on 
the evil side.
	Max picked up his hat, and drawing it closely down over his head, 
started slowly down the street, feeling angry and ill nautred.
	That evening, as the Fennimore family were gathered around the supper 
table, the eldest daughter entered, looking flushed and excited.
	“Where has Max been this afternoon?” she asked, “and what has he been 
doing?”
	“Why do you ask?” said Mrs. Fennimore, startled by her daughter’s 
manner.
	“As I was coming home I saw him and several other boys in the custody 
of a policemna, going toward the station house.”
	“Impossible!” exclaimed Mr. Fennimore.  “You must be mistaken.  It 
surely could not have been Max.”
	“No, father, I am not mistaken.  I saw him distinctly, and then hurried 
home to let you know.”
	Her words brought consternation to the whole family.  Mr. Fennimore 
took up his hat, and leaving his supper untasted, hurried down the street.
	After Max had left for home in the afternoon, he had fallen in with 
some boys of disreputable character, who had persuaded him to join them in a 
fishing excursion down at the mill pond.  After fishing sometime with 
indifferent success, the boys began amusing themselves by throwing stones 
through the windows of the mill – which was not running at the time, when they 
were arrested by a police officer.  Two or three of the boys had succeeded in 
making their escape before they had reached the station.  Max was one of the 
number.  Mr. Fennimore could obtain no clue to his whereabouts.  Neither of his 
parents, however, felt much alarmed at his absence; presuming him to be 
frightened, they expected he would return under cover of darkness.
	“There has something got to be done with that boy,” said Mrs. 
Fennimore, latter in the evening, letting her work fall idly in her lap, as she 
addressed her husband.  “He is getting to be careless and stubborn that I can 
do nothing with him.  He needs a sterner hand than mine to manage him.”
	Mr. Fennimore moved uneasily. His thoughts had also been occupied with 
his son’s welfare.  “I have thought sometimes that we are too stern with him 
now,” he replied.  “Perhaps if you would be more patient with him he would be 
less troublesome.”
	“I have endeavored to be patient with him.  But you have no idea what a 
trial that boy is.  It does seem there is no peace to be had in the house while 
he is at home.  He is continually in mischief of some kind, or teasing his 
sisters.  It was only yesterday that he took Cora’s kitten, and after gluing 
walnut shucks to its feet, and let it go in the room.  Such a mewing and 
chattering I have never heard.   I opened the door just in time to see her dash 
out through the window.  Cora, poor child, was crying as if her heart would 
break, and Max, he was almost beside himself with delight, as if the combined 
pleasure of teasing his sister and tormenting the cat was almost too much to be 
borne.”
	Mr. Fennimore did not laugh at the recital of the boy’s mischief, as he 
had often done.  He was too deeply troubled.
	“One thing is certain,” he said decidedly, “the boy has to be kept at 
home more closely.  It will not do to allow him to be gone without knowing 
where he had been, or what he has been doing; associating with boys who are 
left to roam the streets in idleness, and grow up in an apprenticeship to 
vice.  He has not yet sufficient strength of principle to resist temptation – 
few boys of his age have.  To give him good moral training is a duty we owe not 
only him, but to God and society.  We cannot always shield him from temptation; 
but we can see that his first impressions are good and pure; we can educate his 
moral perceptions, and strengthen his convictions of right, until he will love 
virtue and hate vice.  Then, when temptation does come, he can resist it.  But 
this we can never do if we permit him to run in the streets.”
	Mrs. Fennimore was impressed by her husband’s words, but she was 
convinced against her will.  It seemed a great trouble to her to have the 
constant care of Max, when other boys, many of them the sons of respectable 
parents, were left to amuse themselves in the street.  Mr. Fennimore had 
referred to such as growing up apprentices to vice.  Perhaps she did not think 
of that.  How often do we refuse to see our wrong doings until God has laid His 
hand heavily upon us, and we are made to see our faults through blinding tears.
	To Mrs. Fennimore Max was no mythical creature, but an actual, 
veritable reality.  A trouble, if she could have it so, but a trouble which she 
could not thrust entirely from her.
	She might attempt to leave him in a room alone with his toys, but he 
would gravitate to her presence again for he was a social being; his boyish 
heart yearned for the warmth of human love, and human sympathy; and he would 
have it – she might be sure of that!  If he could not find it in her presence, 
he would seek it where unhallowed fires were kept burning by unfriendly hands.  
She might leave him to run in the streets, and relieve herself of the trouble 
of his presence mow, but he would return to her again, when the light, 
springing step would be changed to manhood’s tread, when the tender lips would 
be bearded, and a deep bass ring in his tones.  But how would he return?  
Bringing with him that which he had gathered in the byways and hedges?  With a 
song on his lips, and an unsteadiness in his manner, that would make his 
sisters blush, and would pierce her through and through, and make her bow her 
head in sorrow and shame?  Better might she take a little trouble with her 
restless, mischievous boy now, than to wait for that after trouble that must 
come as the whirlwind.
	The night wore slowly away to the anxious parents, but Max did not 
return; and when the next day passed without tidings from the missing boy their 
anxiety became intense.  Mr. Fennimore made every effort to find a clue to his 
whereabouts, but without avail.
	After Max had made good his escape from the policeman, he concealed 
himself in a pile of lumber.  He was young and very much exaggerated the 
consequences of his fault, and feared to return to his home.  Why should he 
return and meet his mother’s from and his father’s displeasure?  The world lay 
before him, which to the young holds such possibilities.  He was an 
adventuresome boy and he finally concluded to run away from home.  He remained 
concealed until the twilight began to deepen and the quiet stars came out one 
by one.  As Max looked up; it seemed as if the eye of the all seeing God was 
looking down upon him from the pure depth above, and better thoughts came into 
his heart.  He at length resolved to return home, and rely upon his father for 
protection and forgiveness. He gained the street and stated homeward.
	“You are the worst boy I ever saw!  There that is the last I want to 
see of you!”  His mother’s thoughtless, impatient words came to him now; and to 
his heart, tender and penitent, they came freighted with full meaning.  he sank 
down upon the roadside and moaned, as if in pain.
	Again there was a short decisive struggle in the boy’s mind.  Then he 
arose and again went on his way, but his heart and his feet were turned from 
his home.
	Mrs. Fennimore was not troubled with Max now.  There were no dark 
footprints on the floors when the days were wet.  The dog and car reposed side 
by side upon the hearth rug, unmolested.  The sisters brought in to complaint; 
the house was very still and quiet now, but oh, how desolate!  It was a 
desolation worse that death.  What would she not give if she could now but for 
one night where the restless head was pillowed!  Mrs. Fennimore went about her 
daily household cares like one nearly distracted.  Her thoughts were 
continually with her son.  She thought of him as when at first he lay, a …
[CONTINUED ON THIRD PAGE]

BURRIS & BRO.  No. 49 Main Street Columbus, Miss.  We have now in store a full 
stock of general merchandise which we offer for sale very low, for the cash.  
Thankful for the liberal patronage heretofore extended to us, we hope by 
selling our goods much lower than in the past to be able to add largely to our 
already numerous list of patrons.  Call and see our mammoth stock.

SHELL & BURDINE, Wholesale and retail druggist’s,  Aberdeen, Mississippi. Are 
daily receiving at their Drug Store a very large stock of fresh goods of all 
kinds usually kept in a first class drug house, and will sell at bottom prices, 
for cash.  All we ask is to give us a trial and we guarantee you will not go 
away dissatisfied for we are determined to sell goods so low that it will 
astonish you.

JOHN D. MORGAN.  Wholesale and retail dealer in dry goods, staple and fancy 
groceries, hardware, wooden ware, willow ware, crockery ware, and tin ware.  
Boots and shoes, hats and caps.  Plantation supplies, etc. would announce to 
his friends and patrons of Lamar and Fayette Counties, that he has in store, 
and is daily receiving one of the largest and best selected stocks of goods in 
the city, and invites everybody to call before buying elsewhere and examine his 
immense stock.  It is no trouble to show goods, and when you look, you will be 
sure to buy for he keeps none but first class goods, and will not be under sold 
by any home in the city.  Columbus, Miss.  July 11th, 1879.  J. S. ROBERTSON is 
with the above house, and would be pleased to serve his many friends at anytime.

DR. J. D. RUSH, with ERVIN AND BILLUPS, successors to M. W. HATCH; dealers in 
drugs, medicines, whiskey, tobacco, cigars, &c.  Corner Main and Market 
Street.  Columbus, Mississippi.

NATHAN BROTHERS dealers in whiskies, brandies, wines, cigars, tobaccos and 
pipes.  Our Motto:  Quick Sales and Small Profits.  Columbus, Mississippi.

The Vernon Clipper.  A brand new paper.  Published in Lamar County, Ala.  For 
$1.50 per annum.

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THE VERNON CLIPPER
FRIDAY OCTOBER 24, 1879

On Sunday last we doned our best, saddled up and took a trip to Cansler;s 
Church in Moscow Beat, the weather being just cool enough to make it pleasant.  
We arrived at the place about 11 o’clock, and found a very large assemblage of 
people already in attendance, at least four or five hundred persons of all ages 
and sex, from the infant in its mother’s arm  to the aged matron and sire of 
80.  The attendance of so many persons was because it was the day appointed for 
the funeral of that most estimable lady, and devoted Christian, Mrs. SALLIE 
LACY, which was [reached by the Rev. E. F. S. ROBERTS, from the 22 chapter and 
5th verse of Revelations:  “And there shall be no night there; and they need no 
candle, neither light of the sun; for the Lord God giveth them light; and they 
shall reign forever and ever.”  We think one of the most appropriate test, and 
was the ablest handled by the speaker that we ever listened to, holding the 
audience spell bound for about one hour and a half, not the least thing to 
cause a disturbance, and we must say the best behavior we have seen for a long 
time at church.  Moscow showed themselves up in their proper light, that is in 
the light of knowledge and kindness; and when we peak of their kindness, we 
must return our heartfelt thanks to the many noble hearted ones who were 
solicitous and anxious for us to partake of their hospitalities at their homes, 
and while we could not do -----(CAN’T READ) ---that occasion, we say to them we 
will accept in the future, and not forget the many pressing invitations on that 
day.  With the memory of the past we never think of times gone by without a 
feeling of deep gratitude for Moscow beat, and look upon her as one of our 
beacon stars.  May the entire beat long enjoy the blessings of earth, and when 
called hence to their everlasting home, may they all rise triumphantly and go 
to rest there to meet our beloved friend and departed one whose funeral was 
preached on that day – [Ed.

Every parent should read the story on 2d page of this issue.  It is fraught 
with the suffering of one dear mother who, without thinking, carelessly drove 
her own loved boy from her.  Speak gentle dear parents, you not what a harsh 
remark towards a son or daughter may cause.

MR. ROBT. LACY returned from Jefferson last week, whither he had been to see 
his parents.  His father came with him, and spent several days with this 
brothers and sisters hers and in the county.  BOB tells us of an extensive bird 
hunt he and several other gentlemen was in; having caught 349.

MRS. MARTHA POTTS, arrived in Philadelphia on the 10th, ahead of time having 
completed her tramp from that city to New Orleans and back for a wager of 
$5,000.  She says she experienced the kindest treatment all along the line of 
her travel, was never molested or insulted.  Her whole expenses were not over 
$25.  Her greatest days walk was 36 miles and her average walk was 21.  She is 
a native of North Carolina.  Mrs. POTTS left Philadelphia on May 13th.  The 
distance traveled being 2,600.

A Boston dentist filled the hollow of a New Yorker’s aching tooth with arsenic, 
last Monday, to kill the nerve.  The nerve is dead.  It may be well enough to 
add that the man is in the same unfortunate condition.

See Sheriff’s Sale in this issue.

JUDGE ALEXANDER MCKINSTRY, of Mobile, died in that city a few days ago, age 
about fifty six years.


SHORT STORY “THAT BOY” CONTINUED
…smiling infant in her arms; of how deeply she felt the responsibility of this 
heaven impressed trust; how the babe grew in strength and beauty; until he was 
a joy to look upon.  And yet, it was this same winsome child that now brought 
her all this heaviness of heart.  How had the change come about?  Gradually the 
revelation came.  How often when wearied in body and mind by her household 
cares, had she given way to a spirit of fretfulness, and spoken impatiently to 
her loving child, chilling the warm affections of the little human flower, that 
looked to her for its sunshine, and blunting in it finer sensibilities, until 
he grew careless, indifferent, and unmindful of her wishes, and rendered her 
obedience through fear, uninspired by love.  And then the remembrance of the 
last words which she has spoken to her son came back to her and filled her with 
sorrow and remorse.  What if they should be the last words he should ever hear 
fall from her lips!  The though was more than she could bear.  “My son! Oh, My 
son!”  she cried aloud in an agony o grief; but she felt that it was too late, 
that he passed beyound the sound of her voice and beyound the reach of her 
influence.
	The days lengthened into weeks, and Mr. Fennimore gave up all search as 
hopeless and advertised for intelligence from his missing boy.  One day a 
letter came.  It was written by a farmer’s hand, cramped by years of toil.  It 
took the whole family to decipher it.  But what joy it brought to them all for 
it contained information concerning Max.  He was at the writer’s house safe and 
well. Mr. Fennimore lost no time in going in quest of his son.  It was with a 
feeling of unspeakable thankfulness that Mrs. Fennimore clasped Max in her 
arms, with tall the depth and tenderness of a mother’s love.  This reception 
was so different from that Max had expected that he threw his arms about her 
neck, and wept glad tears of joy and repentance.
	It would, perhaps, be needless to say that Mrs. Fennimore never felt 
that Max was a trouble again.  And Max, seeing the interest which she felt in 
his amusements, began to consult her in the construction of his carts, 
windmills, waterwheels, and the like; and Mrs. Fennimore found a real pleasure 
in assisting him, which she had never before dreamed possible.
	But the noisy period of a boy’s existence, although of a sufficiently 
long duration, does not last always.  As max grew older he took a greater 
interest in reading and study.  But the tender tie of sympathy established 
between mother and son still existed.  She was still his most intimate friend 
and counselor.  Mr. Fennimore regarded this with deep gratification, for he 
knew that such an influence would not fail to develop a perfect manhood.

TAX NOTICE
I will attend at the Precinct in the several beats in this county at the 
following times for the purpose of collecting the State and County Taxes for 
the present year, 1879, to wit:
TOWN				BEAT		NOV		1	NOV 
	19		
STRICKLANDS			“		“		3	“
	20	
STEINS				“		“		4	“
	21	
MILLPORT			“		“		5	“
	22	
VAILS				“		“		6	“
	24
TRULL’S			“		“		7	“	25	
WILSONS			“		“		8	“	26
LAWRENCE’S			“		“		10	DEC.
	1
SIZEMORES			“		“		11	“
	2
BROWN’S			“		“		12	“	3
HENSONS SPRINGS		“		“		13	“	4
MILLVILLE			“		“		14	“
	5
PINE SPRINGS			“		“		15	“
	6
MOSCOW			“		“		17	“	8
BETTS				“		“		18	“
	9
The last five days of the year I will be at Vernon.
		D. J. LACY
		Sheriff, & T. C. of L. C., Ala.

GEO. W. RUSH with N. GROSS & CO., Columbus, Miss.  Wholesale and retail dealers 
in fancy dress, and staple dry goods & ready made clothing, boots, shoes, hats, 
notions, etc.  Will be glad to see his old friends and all new ones who may be 
pleased to call upon him.  No trouble to show goods, on the contrary, it will 
be a pleasure, whether you buy or not. Satisfaction guaranteed, as to articles 
bought and prices.


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The Calaboose had three occupants this week.

SHERIFF’S SALE
By virtue of a venditioni exponas issued by W. G. MIDDLETON, Clerk of the 
Circuit Court of Lamar County, I will offer for sale for cash  at the Court 
House door of said county on the 1st day of December next, the following tract 
of land, to wit:  E ½ of SW ¼ and W ¼ of SE ¼ and SE ¼ of SE ¼ Sec. 29, T 13 R 
14, levied on as the property of J. F. HAWKINS, and will be sold to satisfy 
said venditioni exponsas, in favor of G. C. BURNS.  Sale within usual hours.  
This 24th day of October, 1879.
	D. J. LACY
	Sheriff, L. C. 

LAND OFFICE AT HUNTSVILLE, Alabama, Sept. 3d, 1879
Notice is hereby given that the following named settlers has filed notice of 
his intention to make final proof in support of his claim, and secure final 
entry thereof at the expiration of thirty days from this notice, viz:  HENRY G. 
STANDFORD for the W ½ NW ¼ Sec 7 T 13 R 14 West and names the following as his 
witnesses, viz:  KATIE HAWKINS, of Lamar County, and G. F. HAWKINS, of Lamar 
County.
		JNO. M. CROSS, Register

The popular house of LOUIS ROY of Aberdeen, having bought an immense stock of 
Dry goods before the rise in prices, is offering to his numerous friends and 
customers goods ten percent cheaper than any house in Aberdeen.

BILL HAMILTON with ROY & BRO., wholesale and retail dealer in dry goods, 
notions, clothing, boots, shoes, hats, &c.  Aberdeen, Miss.  Highest price paid 
for cotton.

A WORD TO THE AFFLICTED
The most miserable human being in the world is that person suffering with a 
shaking chill of a burning fever.  The joys of life are but a misery to his 
mind, and he longs for a balm to go restore him to health.  The cure is at hand 
for every sufferer.  The greatest of all medicines.  Cuban Chill Tonic the 
Great West Indies Fever and Ague Remedy cures Chills and Fever, billiousness, 
and liver complaint every time.  It blots out disease, carries off malarial 
poison, and restores the sufferer to health, strength and happiness.  Try Cuban 
Chill Tonic, the Great West Indies Fever and Ague Remedy, if you suffer with 
chills and fever, and be cured.  Take no other medicine.  Cuban Chill Tonic 
will cure you and give you health.  Get a bottle from your druggist W. L. 
MORTON & Bro., and try it.

Parker’s Santonine Worm Lozenges are the best of all worm medicine.  Thousands 
of mothers, all over the land, give their children Parker’s Santonine Worm 
Lozenges.  Try them, at W. L. MORTON & BRO.

As LOUIS ROY is selling more goods than any house in Aberdeen, he can on that 
account sell ten per cent cheaper than any other house in the place.

ARRIVAL AND DEPARTURE OF U. S. MAILS
The Columbus Mail by way of Caledonia arrives Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturdays 
at 11 o’clock a.m.  Leave same days at 1 p.m.
FAYETTE MAIL 
Arrived on Wednesday and Saturday at 12 p.m. and leaves same days at 1 p.m.
MOUNT CALM MAIL
Leaves Wednesday at 7 a.m. arrives Thursday at 2 p.m.
PIKEVILLE MAIL
Arrives Fridays at 6 p.m., leaves Saturdays at 6 a.m.
SCHEDULE OF MOBILE & OHIO R. R.
Train leaves		6:30 am
Train arrives		9:30 am
Train leaves		3:20 pm
Train arrives		6:30 pm
Train goes through to Starkville on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays.
Leaves Aberdeen going South at 4 o’clock p.m., returns at 8 p.m.
Leaves Aberdeen going North at 7 o’clock a.m., return at 11 o’clock a.m.

MCQUISTON & HEISEN, Cotton Factors and Commission Merchants 96 & 98 Commerce 
St., Aberdeen, Miss.  Farmers will make money by letting MCQUISSTON & HEISEN 
sell their cotton when they come to the city.

R. A. HONEA & SON, Wholesale and retail dealers in staple and fancy groceries, 
Aberdeen, Miss.  We would respectfully inform our friends, and the public 
generally, that we are at our old Stand next door to J. W. ECKFORD & Bro. (Old 
Presbyterian Block) and have in store and will keep constantly on hand a large 
and well selected stock of staple and fancy groceries.  Bagging and ties, corn, 
oats, wheat bran, &c., which we will sell at rock bottom figures for cash.  R. 
F. RAY, of Detroit, Ala. is salesman.

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Special advertisements in local columns will be charged double rates.  
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advertising rates.

LAMAR DIRECTORY 
County Court – Meets on the 1st Monday in each month.
Probate Court  - Meets on 2nd Monday in each month.
Commissioner’s Court – Meets on the 2nd Monday in February, April, July, and 
November.

REPRESENTATIVES
W. A. MUSGROVE and I. H. SANDERS

COUNTY OFFICERS
ALEXANDER COBB – Judge of Probate
D. J. LACY, Sheriff and Tax Collector
W. G. MIDDLETON, Circuit Clerk
JAMES M. MORTON, Register in Chancery
D. V. LAWRENCE, Treasurer
J. E. PENNINGTON, Tax Assessor
W. T. MARLER, Coroner

COMMISSIONERS
W. G. RICHARDS			W. M. STONE
J. J. BRANYAN				J. A. COLLINS

Masonic:  Vernon, Lodge No. 389, meets on the 1st Saturday of each month, at 7 
p.m.

PROFESSIONAL CARDS.
FRANCIS JUSTICE, Attorney at Law and Solicitor in Chancery, Pikeville, Marion 
Co., Alabama Will practice in all the Courts of the 3rd Judicial District.

SAMUEL J. SHIELDS, Attorney at Law and Solicitor in Chancery, Vernon, Ala., 
Will practice in the counties of Lamar, Fayette, Marion, and the Courts of the 
3rd Judicial District.

JNO. D. MCCLUSKY, Attorney at Law and Solicitor in Chancery, Vernon, Ala.  Will 
practice in the counties of Lamar, Fayette, Marion, and the Courts of the 3rd 
Judicial Circuit.  Special attention given to the collection of claims, and 
matters of administration.

EARNEST & EARNEST.  W. S. EARNEST    GEO. S. EARNEST.  Attorneys at Law and 
Solicitors in Chancery, Birmingham & Vernon, Ala.  Will practice in the 
Counties of this Judicial Circuit.

NESMITH & SANFORD.  T. B. NESMITH, Vernon, Ala.  JOHN B. SANFORD, Fayette C. 
H.  Attorneys at Law.  Partners in the Civil practice in the counties of 
Fayette and Lamar.  Will practice separately in the adjoining counties.  THOS. 
B. NESMITH.  Solicitor for the 3rd Judicial Circuit.  Vernon, Lamar Co., Ala.

M. W. MORTON.  W. L. MORTON.  DR. W. L. MORTON & BRO., Physicians & Surgeons.  
Vernon, Lamar Co, Ala.  Tender their professional services to the citizens of 
Lamar and adjacent country.  Thankful for patronage heretofore extended, we 
hope to merit a respectable share in the future.  Drug Store.

DR. G. C. BURNS, Vernon, Ala. Offers his professional services to the citizens 
of Vernon and vicinity.

Subscribe for the CLIPPER.

ALEXANDER COBB & SON, Dealers in ready made clothing, dress goods, jeans, 
domestics, calicoes, silks, satins, millinery, embroidery, notice, &c.  Hats, 
caps, boots, shoes, saddles, bridles, leather, &c.  Tin, wooden, Hard and glass 
wares, crockery, &c.  Salt, flour, meal, bacon, lard, soda, coffee, molasses, 
&c.  Snuff and tobacco.  Irish potatoes.  Parties owing us will please come 
forward and settle up their accounts.  Any of our friends who have traded with 
us liberally in the past can get any of the above mentioned goods at LOW prices 
for cash.  We return thanks to our friends for the liberal patronage they have 
given us and hope they will continue the same.

BUTTAHATCHIE MALE AND FEMALE SEMINARY
Monroe County, Miss. (nine miles west of Moscow, Ala.)  The first session of 
this Institution will open on the 3rd Monday in June 1879, and continue 4 
scholastic months.  Board, including washing, lights, etc. from $1.50 to $5 per 
month.  Tuition $1.50 to $2.00, $2.50 and $2.75 per month of 20 days.  For 
particulars address the Principal.  B. H. WILDERSON.  Moscow, Lamar Co., Ala.

The American Centennial Cement.  One of the most perfect and absolutely the 
best cement ever offered the public, is now being manufactured by A. A. SUMMERS 
and W. T. MARLER of this place, and for sale in every store in town.  The 
Greatest Invention of the Age.  No carpenter, farmer, blacksmith, printer, 
merchant, or other person who does anything at all, or has it done, can afford 
to do without this wonderful invention; it is convenient for its utility in 
every walk of life.  Nothing will compare with it in mending broken Glass ware, 
crockery, china, wood, leather, ivory, shells, bone, and in fact every thing 
coming in contact with it, is firmly and imperceptibly sealed inseparably.  We 
desire to place a bottle in the house of every family in the country.  Will 
sell as wholesale or retail rates.  For terms apply to A. A. SUMMERS, W. T. 
MARLER, Vernon, Alabama.

Bring your job printing to the CLIPPER.  We print all kinds of blanks, deeds, 
mortgages, law briefs, cards, tags, circulars, bill heads, letter heads, note 
heads, statements, poster work.  We propose to do all kinds of job printing as 
neat and as cheap as any city, either North or South, and our work is equal to 
any.  When you want any kind of job printing done, please don’t fail to examine 
our specimens before going elsewhere.  Blank Waive Notes for sale at this 
Office.

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To correspondents.  All communications for this paper should be accompanied by 
the name of the author; not necessarily for publication, but as an evidence of 
good faith on the part of the writer.  Write only on one side of the paper.  Be 
particularly careful in giving names and dates to have the letter and figures 
plain and distinct.  

GENERAL BREVITES

Four days after the Prince Imperial’s death Ceteywayo sent the Prince’s sword 
to Lord Chermsford with a letter, saying he returned it because he heard that 
it had belonged to an English prince.  Nothing could have been more prince-like 
than this.

The beautiful ebony table on which Napoleon III signed the declaration of war, 
in July 1870, has just been added to the Hobenzollern Museum at Berlin.  Beside 
it is a favorite green leather arm chair which was sent to him while a prisoner 
at Wilhelmshoshe.

The Paris correspondent  of the London Times describes the present Sultan of 
Turkey as a prey to apprehensions of conspiracies.  One can hardly wonder.  A 
single negress, in whom he has absolute confidence, prepares his food, and his 
coffee is made in his sight.

DAVID THOMSEN, born in Scotland, died in New York recently at the age of 99.  
His grandfather lived to be 100.  David had been employed since 1855 by H. B. 
Claflin & Co., as postmaster, and was very punctual in the performance of his 
duties even in his last years.

It came out in a trial in San Francisco that the plaintiff had had the date on 
his mother’s tombstone changed, in order to make it appear that she had died a 
year earlier than was the fact, as under the law then in force, the mother’s 
half of community property went to the children.

A writer in an English magazine suggests a new vocation for women – that of 
gardeners.  While women are feeling most deeply their exclusion from the 
ordinary walks of life, why should they not take up a profession to which there 
is no barred door, and one so infinitely suited to their tastes.

The painter Ingres says:  “To give a true poise to the figure necessitates an 
upright carriage of the head and a smooth, firm step.  To give this he 
recommends a long walk daily with a pitcher of water on the head.  The hint is 
being acted upon by the lady pupils of an eminent French actor.”

Ex-Governor Seymour has been doing a kindly deed.  he invited to his farm at 
Utica, N. Y. the Sisters of Charity from the Asylum, with the orphans under 
their charge, and with his family spent the day in cordially entertaining the 
good women and the little ones, who seemed to enjoy themselves greatly.

People are sometimes apt to say that they don’t call any one a relation who is 
more remote than a second cousin at furtherst, but when the present Earl of 
Breadalbane succeeded his twelfth cousin in the possession of Taymouth Castle, 
the finest seat in Scotland, with $300,000 a year, he felt that relationship 
might be recognized even at that distance.

Voudouism has invaded Springfield, Mass.  A young mulatto woman of that city 
prophesied the death of a child, the son of her employer, and in order to gain 
a reputation as a prophetess among the blacks she murdered the child by giving 
him arsenic.  The woman failed in gaining a reputation as a prophetess, but 
will succeed in gaining the gallows.

“There is a small fever blister on my lower lip.  I wonder where I got it.  Are 
such things catching?” wrote ex-Congressman N. O. Ross to Mrs. Emily Bell, of 
Mansfield, O.  Mrs. Bell being a grass widow and Mr. Ross a bachelor.  That was 
in the summer of 1877, and now Mrs. Bell, who has just sued Mr. Ross for breach 
of promise, shows the original love letters of the retired statesman with the 
fever blister.

An English professor and a Baltimore young woman were recently wrecked at 
nightfall in a rock cove near Mt. Desert, Me.  They had entered the cavern with 
a small boat, and were sitting on the rocks, when a big wave swamped the 
craft.  The professor plunged into the surf and gathered the pieces of the 
wreck for a fire, and the couple remained in their prison overnight.  In the 
morning they were rescued by fishermen, who were astonished to see smoke rising 
from a cleft in the rocks of an uninhabited island.

A singular fact in connection with Rarus, the famous trotter purchased by 
Bonner the other day, is that he is without a pedigree, his paternal progenitor 
being unknown.  Mr. Bonner has invested a small fortune in horseflesh.  Startle 
cost him $20,000; Dexter $33,000, and Grafton, $15,000.  Goldsmith Maid and Jay 
Gould represent $35,000 each; Lady Thorn $30,000; Socrates, $26,000; Lucy, 
$25,000; Tattler, $17,000; Rosalind, $13,000 and Gen. Knox, $10,000.  
The “great fatherless” stands $1,000, therefore, beyound all save Pocahontas.

The cheekiest man in the State showed up at the West Madison Street Station 
yesterday, says the Chicago Tribune.  While chopping in his own wood-shed he 
lost his watch, which dropped out of his vest-pocket.  He went to the station 
and asked that two policemen be sent with him to recover the watch, as there 
was a large quantity of wood to be moved in order to get at it.  He also 
requested that the item be withheld from the press.  He was not accommodated, 
and went off in an angry mood.

A party of railroad workmen digging in a side-cut on the Utica Division of the 
Delaware, Lackawana, and Western Railroad, about a mile from Oxford, unearthed 
a white, hard stone about the size and shape of a hen’s egg, upon one side of 
which is rudely carved a human head with eye-sockets, one of which is filled 
with gold.  The stone is hollow, and is believed to be an ancient Indian relic, 
probably representing an object of worship.  It will be sent to a New York 
archaeological expert.

Over the grave of a 3-year-old child buried near Midford, Conn., last year, a 
beautiful white swan has ever since kept constant watch, scarcely leaving the 
mound even to eat.  Anyone who attempts a near approach is greeted with the 
bird’s shrill cries and preparation for an attack.  The swan’s mate endeavored 
for some time to induce her companion to return to the lake, but without 
success, and eventually died of grief.  Hundreds of people have visited the 
cemetery to witness the singular conduct of this self-stationed sentinel.

A Russian nobleman, Pantelceff, who died in 1875, bequeathed one million rubles 
to a body of peasants, to be used for the special purpose of purchasing land 
from their former masters.  The relatives of the deceased nobleman tried to 
break the will, and brought the case into court, where it has been let for 
years.  At last the Czar himself has confirmed the original will, and on the 
8tjh of August directions were issued to full its provision.  As the capital is 
not sufficient to benefit all the peasant referred to, lots will have to be 
case to determine who shall be recipients of land.

A susceptible young man was jilted at Charlotte, N. C.  He went to a house 
where the girl was spending the evening with a party of her own sex, and asked 
to see her.  She refused him an interview, and he could not even get into the 
house.  He declared that he did not desire to live longer, and was going to 
kill himself, then and there.  The girls came out on the doorsteps and said 
they were ready to witness the suicide.  Then he drew a knife, Made a feint of 
stabbing himself, fell on the grass, writhed as though in death agony, and 
screamed at the top of his voice.  By thus frightening the girls he might have 
gone away with flying colors had they not, as a restorative drenched him with 
pails of ice-water.

Wild beasts make awful havoc among the cattle of some of the Russian 
provinces.  In the province of Novgorod, for example, the horses and cows of 
the peasant daily fall victims.  The authorities of that province have during 
the past ten years tried every possible way of rooting out the wolves and 
bears, but without any noticeable success.  In the year 1878, the loss then ran 
as high as 1,500 heads of cattle.  At its last session the Zemstvo decided to 
offer a reward of five roubles to every person who shall kill a wolf , old or 
young, and ten roubles for each bear killed during the summer, the money to be 
paid from the provincial fund.  Strychnine pills are recommended for the 
destruction of the wild beasts. 

Among the consequences of the Glasgow Bank failure has been a breach of promise 
case.  The lady belongs to Glasgow, the gentleman to Greencok, both of them 
being people of some wealth.  The lady held some of the stock of the bank, and 
when the crash came, although the marriage invitations had actually been 
issued, the gentleman cried off until it was ascertained how far he would be 
affected as her husband.  After the decision of the House of Lords that no 
liability would extend to him, it was expected that he would at once complete 
his engagement, but for some reason or other he had changed his mind, and 
positively refused to do so.  After all persuasion had failed an action 
claiming 3,000 pounds was raise, which he compromised by paying 1,000 pounds.

Upward of 1,000 letters from the West have been forwarded to the Dead letter 
office, bearing the address of Merrs. Stone & Smith, Chicago.  The fact that 
they always contained daguerreotypes, with instructions as to how they should 
be enlarged, caused an investigation by the Post Office Officials.  The result 
shows that George C. Ford is traveling throughout the Western States 
representing himself to be the agent of the firm mentioned, and solicits orders 
on commission.  after receiving the commission, he writes out a memorandum to 
the firm, and disappears for a new field of operations.  No such firm as Stone 
& Smith exist, consequently the persons transacting business with Ford are 
swindled.  The special agents are on the alert for the imposter.

An English workman thus testifies in the English Mechanic:  “In very many 
things our manufactures are not fit to be shown in the same street with 
American ones; and this is not merely in knick-knacks and little ingenuities, 
as to which it is tolerably evident we have not pretension to enter into 
comparison.  I only invite any one who doubts my statement to compare such a 
rough, common matter as ‘cut nails’.  Our rubbish, with half of them split up, 
which tends to turn round in the wood and split it, and with conical heads, 
looks very poor against the straight, clean nails, with well formed heads, 
which the Americans used to send to Australia, and which, when I had once seen 
the, prevented me from every buying an English nail again as long as I could 
get the American ones.”

DISCOVERY OF A REMARKABLE CAVE IN ALGERIA
	The Courier, of Tiemeen, Algeria, describes an interesting discovery, 
recently made, at the cascades near that place.  Some miners had blasted an 
enormous rock near the cascades, and, on the removal of the debris, found it 
had covered an large opening into a cave, the floor of which was covered with 
water.  Constructing a rude raft, and providing themselves with candles, the 
workmen sailed along this underground river, which at a distance of sixty 
meters was found to merge into a large lake of limpid water.  The roof of the 
cavern was very high and covered with stalactites, the brilliant colors of 
which sparkled in the light of the candles.  Continuing their course, the 
workmen had at certain places to navigate their craft between the stalactites 
which, 
meeting stalagmites from the bed of the lake, formed massive columns which 
looked as if they had been made expressly to sustain the enormous arches.  Thus 
they reached the extremity of the lake, where they notices a large channel 
extending southward.  This is supposed to be a large fissure which has baffled 
exploration hitherto at Sebdon, and which connects the cascades with that 
locality, and thus with the mysterious sources of the Rafna,.  It is possible 
that here they have found an immense natural basin, supplied by powerful 
sources, and sending apart of its waters toward the lake, while the rest goes 
to Sebdon.  The workmen estimated the distance underground traversed by them at 
three kilometers, and the breadths of the lake at two.  They brought out with 
them a quantity of fishes, which swarmed round the raft, and which were found 
to be blind.

A REMARKABLE PRISONER.  HOW A FRENCH WOMAN’S GREED LED HER TO KILL THREE PEOPLE.
(Parts Correspondence London Standard)
	One of the most remarkable cases of wholesale poisoning since the days 
of Brinvilliers and Palmer was concluded today (Aug. 14) at Aix.  The prisoner, 
a middle-aged woman named Baptistine Philip, was accused of having poisoned her 
mistress, her uncles, and then her husband.  In 1871 she was in the service of 
an old widow named Martin, who was known to possess a round sum of money.  The 
prisoner had not been there more than a month before the aged lady was taken 
ill and died in convulsions.  The house was searched by her relatives, but 
nothing save a few stray francs were found.  In spite of these suspicious 
circumstances no proceedings were taken against the servant.  The prisoner then 
returned to the house of her husband, who lived with his uncle, an elderly 
widower in possession of a small fortune.  In a short time the prisoner, 
according to the indictment, became the uncle’s mistress, and ultimately 
induced him to make a will in favor of her husband.  A few weeks after this, in 
June, 1876, the uncle died suddenly, and, although the neighbors suspected foul 
play, still nothing was said to the police.  The prisoner now got her husband 
to make a will in her favor.  She the formed the acquaintance of a young man in 
the neighborhood, a clerk to the Mayor of Lambese, and was afterwards heard to 
express her regret that she was not a widow, so that she might get married to 
him.  Eventually, on the 31st of November, 1878, her husband was taken ill, and 
died suddenly in terrible agony.  The neighbors were at last aroused to 
action.  The police were informed of the prevailing suspicions, and the 
prisoner was arrested.  The body of her husband was examined, and the doctors 
found a quantity of arsenic in it.  This led to the exhuming of the bodies of 
the old widow and the uncle, and the same poison was discovered in both.  The 
trial occupied several days.  On the first day the Judge questioned the 
prisoner, ad found he had met his match.  The Judge began thus:  “You knew 
where to look when your designs necessitated the use of the substances of which 
you have made such criminal use?”  The prisoner replied, “I never even knew 
where those substances were to be found, and even if I had known—“ The Judge 
interrupted her, and went on to state that she had poisoned the widow Martin.  
To this the prisoner retorted that she did of choleric diarrhea, where upon the 
Judge said he had since retracted that statement.  Coming as the second case of 
alleged poisoning, the Judge having stated that a doctor was called in to see 
the victim, and stopped the vomiting the prisoner quickly interrupted and 
said, “The n it was not poison.”  So the unequal struggle went on till at the 
end of the interrogatoire, the Judge having made the usual observation to the 
prisoner, “That is you system of defends.” the prisoner exclaimed, ”Ah! God in 
Heaven! You do not need a system when you have done nothing.”  The hearing of 
the witnesses then began.
	Several exciting incidents took place during the examination with 
regard to the death of the old lady, Martin.  The prisoner, on being asked what 
had become of the money the deceased was known to have on the premises, replied 
that her mistress a few days before her death paid a large sum to the washer-
woman.  This person was forthwith called, and she denied the statement, on 
which the accused called her all sorts of ugly names and the Judge had to 
reprimand her.  Respecting the death of her uncle, she also stoutly denied the 
evidence of witnesses to the effect that she had become his mistress and was 
jealous when he talked of getting married.  The evidence concerning the 
prisoner’s husband showed him to have been a weal-minded man, passionately fond 
of his wife.  Here the accused exclaimed, ”I was the happiest of women; why 
should I have destroyed that happiness by killing him, as you pretend?”
	M. Isidore Blane, Secretary to the Mayor of Lambese, said he made the 
acquaintance of the prisoner shortly after her husband’s death. The accused 
denied it, and ridiculed the idea of her falling in love with a man old enough 
to be her father.  Another important witness was a chemist named Girard, in 
whose service the prisoner had been before she became the servant of the old 
widow lady, Martin.  He said that the key of her trunk opened the cupboard 
where he kept his poisons.  A woman named Honorat declared that the prisoner, 
when her husband was taken ill, said she wold go to the chemist and prepare the 
medicine herself if the chemist was not at home.  The medical evidence was then 
taken.  Both the doctors who attended the three deceased persons, and the 
experts, declared they had never come across such conclusive proofs of 
poisoning as those they had discovered in their post-mortem examinations.  The 
experts had, be means of the Marsh apparatus, detected in all the bodies a 
large quantity of arsenic, which was shown to the jury in glass tubes.  Here 
the Judge reminded the prisoner that she was the only person who attended the 
deceased on their sickness, and the only person by their side when they died.  
To this she replied,” If is fatality, it is a mystery; I know nothing, only 
that I am innocent.”  The trial ended with the prisoner being found 
guilty, “with extenuating circumstances,” of course, and she was sentenced to 
hard labor for life.

HOME INTERESTS

TOMATO PICKLE – Take the small-sized round tomatoes, those which are 
called “volunteers”; wash thoroughly and dry.  Take a knitting needle, pass it 
once or twice through each tomato; get a large jar and put in a layer of salt 
on bottom, then layers of tomatoes and salt until the jar is full;  Let them 
remain for a week.  To each gallon of tomatoes take four ounces of ground 
mustard, four ounces of ground pepper, one ounce of cloves, and twelve small 
onions which have been sliced.  Take out tomatoes from jar, wipe them and 
replace again in the jar, putting in the above ingredients as layers of 
tomatoes are made.  Heat vinegar almost to boiling point and pour on the 
tomatoes.  The tomatoes will keep their form and color.

HAM PIE – Cut the ham into very small pieces; boil rice soft; beat the eggs and 
mix with rice and ham.  Season with pepper, and a little fine chopped onion.  
Put this in a deep pan, and bake a short time.  When cold it can be cut in 
slices and put between bread for sandwiches.

MIXED PICKLES – Boil the beans till they are tender, then pour them into 
boiling vinegar.  Scald the cucumbers and put them in.  Slice the onions and 
the cauliflower and scald them.  Tie two ounces of allspice, two of cloves and 
a quarter pound cinnamon bark in a bag and put in.

TO PICKLE PEACHES.  One gallon of vinegar, four pounds of brown sugar, five or 
six cloves in each peach; make the vinegar hot, add the sugar, boil and skim it 
well.  Pour the vinegar boiling hot over them, then cover, and set in a cold 
place for ten days.  Drain off vinegar, make it hot, skim again, and pour it 
over the peaches.  Let them become cold.  Secure as for jam.  Unripe peaches 
are best.

VEAL LOAF – To three pounds of veal and three-quarters of a pound of salt pork, 
chopped very fine together (having removed all lean parts, and the rind from 
the pork), add a half dozen rolled crackers, two eggs, and pepper.  Mix 
together, and press firmly into a baking-dish.  Put bits of butter over the 
top, and spread with rolled crackers (one-half dozen); bake three-quarters of 
an hour, and slice when cold.

SPONGE DROPS – Mix half pound powdered sugar and the yolks of four eggs well 
together, add quarter pound flour, the juice of one lemon and half the rind; 
then add in small quantities the well beaten whites; drop on buttered paper two 
or three inches apart.  Try one, and if it runs, beat the mixture well, and add 
a little flour.  The oven should be very hot – the cakes delicately browned.

TO SET THE COLOR IN STOCKINGS – When washed for the first time, use a little ox-
gall (it can be procured at the druggist’s); use it in the first water only.  
Also have one teaspoonful of powdered borax to every pail of hot water.  Use 
very little soap.  After the first use of ox-gall borax will answer every 
purpose.  Do not let the stockings remain long in any water; hand in the shad 
to dry.

BAKED HAM – Make a thick paste of flour and water (not boiled) and cover the 
entire ham with it, bone and all.  Put in a pan on a spider, or two muffin 
rings, or anything that will keep it an inch from the bottom, and bake in a hot 
over.  If a small ham, fifteen minutes for each pound; if large, twenty 
minutes.  The oven should be hot when put in.  The paste forms a hard crust 
round the ham, and the skin comes off with it.  Slice very thin, when cold, for 
sandwiches.

DRIED FRUITS – A bushel of dried apples, weighing about fifty pounds, will 
furnish about seven pounds of good dried fruit, or, if the cores are not cut 
out, nor the skins removed, there will be nine dried pounds.  There is 
consequently about eighty-two percent of water in the apples; but fruits 
generally have about eighty-five percent.  Tomatoes have a much larger 
percentage, so that one bushel will dry down to three pounds.  In drying 
peaches, the skins and stones being removed, it requites ten fresh bushels to 
make one dried bushel.

TO CAN GRAPES – Take your clusters of grapes, look them over carefully, cutting 
out all the imperfect ones with a pair of scissors; then lay them as closely as 
possible without crushing into the cans.  Take your wash-boiler, lay a folded 
towel on the bottom, set the cans of grapes in as closely as they will stand.  
For a boiler that will hold a dozen cans pour in about two-thirds of a pail of 
cold water.  Set the boiler on the stove, and let it heat slowly.  When 
boiling, allow it to boil twenty minutes, then set it off.  Have boiling sirup 
of sugar and water, fill up the cans and seal them.  We put up all our small 
fruit in that way, and the cans never break unless over-ripe.

The reason why medical practitioners do not hesitate to prescribe Dr. F. 
Wilhoft’s Anti-Periodic or Fever and Ague Tonic is as follows:  Messrs. 
Wheelock, Finlay & Co, of New Orleans, its proprietors, have published its 
composition, and physicians have approved it because it contains no dangerous 
drug, and because it invariably proves successful.  It is for sale by all 
druggists.

Dr. Judge’s Pamphlet on Catarrh, asthma, etc. sent free.  Enclose stamp.  Dr. 
J. D. Judge & Co., 79 Beach Street, Boston, Mass.

Insist on having C. Gilbert’s Starches.

Chew Jackson’s Best Sweet navy Tobacco.

Free - $1.50 worth of music for 3c stamp.  J. M. Stoddart & Co., Philadelphia.

Johnson’s Business College 210 and 212 N. Third Street, St. Louis, Mo.

$2000 a year easy made in each county.  Good business men and agents Addr. J. 
B. Chapman, 60 West St. Madison, Ind.

$350 a month – Agents wanted.  36 best selling articles in the world.  One 
sample free.  Address Jay Bronson.  Detroit, Mich

Teas – Choicest in the world – Importers prices – largest company in America – 
staple article – please everybody – trade continually increasing – agents 
wanted everywhere – best inducements – Don’t waste time – send for circular.  
Robt Wells, 43 Vesey St. N. Y. PO Box 1287.

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or allow a large commission, to sell our new and wonderful inventions.  We mean 
what we say.  Samples free.  Address Sherman & Co., Marshall, Mich.

Magic lanterns ….Stereopticons …C. T. Mulligan   (VERY FAINT – CAN’T READ)

Perpetual Sorghum Evaporator.  $15, $20, $25 Cheap and durable.  Send for 
circulars, address the only manufacturers, Chapman & Co., Madison, Ind.

$1000 reward for any case of bleeding, blind, itching or ulcerated piles that 
DeRing’s Pile Remedy fails to cure.  Gives immediate relief, cures cases of 
long standing in 1 week, and ordinary cases in 2 days.  Caution.  None genuine 
unless yellow wrapper has printed on it in black a pile of stones and Dr. J. P. 
Miller’s signature, Phila.  $1 a bottle.  Sold by all druggists.  Sent by mail 
by J. P. Miller, M. D., Propr., S. W. cor Tenth and Arch Strs. Phila, Pa.

Beautiful “New Style” organ in solid walnut case.  5 octaves and 4 stops only 
$41.  Elegant new 9 stop organ, two full sets reeds only $50.  Elegant new 
Rosewood $800.  Parlor upright piano only $141.  All sent on 16 days test trial 
to your home.  Illustrated Catalogue free with thousands of reference.  Address 
U. S. Piano & organ Co., New York.

Agents wanted for the Pictorial History of the World.  It contains 672 fine 
historical engravings and 1260 large double-column pages, and is the most 
complete history of the world ever published.  It sales at sight.  Send for 
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other book.  Address.  National Publishing Co., St. Louis, M

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billious attacks, sick headache, dyspepsia, constipation or piles, use our 
great herbal remedy.  No aloes, quinine, arsenic or nauseating drugs.  
Thousands are using it.  All indorse it.  Ask your druggist for it.  A. & V. C. 
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A tablebook  of Introductory Arithmetic.  By Lydia Nash.  This little book 
takes the learner through Long division.  It has been very carefully prepared 
to aid teachers in inducting their pupils into the science of arithmetic.  
Explanations, and thus simple first step which suggest themselves , naturally 
to the mind of the instructor, have -----(REST IS TOO SMALL AND FAINT TO READ)

Upright Piano.  A magnificent Mandelson Upright.  Perfectly new rosewood ….71/2 
octaves, triple string, agraffe and all recent improvements for sale at a 
bargain.  Address John McCurdy.  481 Wabash Ave. Chicago.

Best Press Extant.  For horse, hand or power.  Three years in use.  Universal 
success.  Price complete for power, except wood work, only $43.00.  Southern 
Standard Press Co., Meridan, Miss.

Do not begin your singing classes before examining L. O. Emerson’s new book, 
THE VOICE OF WORSHIP.  While containing a large and valuable collection of 
Church Music in the form of tunes and anthems, it is perfectly fitted for the 
singing school and convention by the large number of songs, duets, glees, &c. 
and it well made elementary course.  Price, $9.00 per dozen.  Specimen copies 
mailed for $1.00  Send for circulars and catalogues, with full list of standard 
singing school books.  The new 50 cts edition of Pinafore, (complete) sells 
finely and fantaic $3.00 Sorcerers $1.00 trial by Jury 50 cts. Are in constant 
demand.  Emerson’s Vocal Melody by L. O. Emerson $1.50 is a valuable new book 
for voice training , containing all the essentials of study, plenty of 
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Fall and Winter Fashions 1879-80.  Mme. Demorest’s Grand Opening of Novel and 
Beautiful Styles in the Fall and Winter fashions, on Wednesday, September 
10th.  Mme. Demorest is pleased to announce the opening as especially 
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Novelties of design in every department of ladies and children’s dress.  
Opening simultaneously at No. 5 Rue Scribe, Paris, and 17 Eat and 14th Street, 
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Every lady wants this book. This valuable periodical is also printed in the 
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When writing to advertisers, please say you saw the Advertisement in this 
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best.

DR. CLARK JOHNSON’S INDIAN BLOOD SYRUP.  Cures dyspepsia.  Cures liver 
disease.  Laboratory, 77 W. 3d. St., New York City.  Late of Jersey City.  
Cures fever and ague.  Cures scrofula and skin disease.  Cures biliousness.  
Cures heart disease.  Cures rheumatism and dropsy.  Cures nervous debility.  
Trademark (picture of an Indian).  The best remedy known to man!  Dr. Clark 
Johnson having associated himself with Mr. Edwin Eastman, an escaped convict, 
long a slave to Wakametkla, the medicine man of the Commanches, is now prepared 
to lend his aid in the introduction of the wonderful remedy of that tribe.  The 
experience of Mr. Eastman being similar to that of Mrs. Chas. Jones and son, of 
Washington County, Iowa, an account of whose sufferings were thrillingly 
narrated in the New York Herald of Dec 15, 1878, the facts of which are so 
widely known, and so nearly parallel, that but little mention of Mr. Eastman’s 
experiences will be given here.  They are, however, published in a neat volume 
of 300 pages, entitled “Seven and Nine Years Among the Commanches and Apaches: 
of which mention will be made hereafter.  Suffice it to say that for several 
years Mr. Eastman, while a captive, was compelled to gather the roots, gums, 
barks, herbs, and berries of which Wakemetkla’s medicine was made, and is still 
prepared to provide the same materials for the successful introduction of the 
medicine to the world; and assures the public that the remedy is the same now 
as when Wakametkla compelled him to make it.  (Picture of another Indian)  
Wakametkla, the Medicine Man.  Cures female diseases.  Cures dyspepsia.  Cures 
constipation.  Cures humors in the blood.  Cures coughs and colds.  Cures 
indigestion.  Nothing has been added to the medicine and nothing has been taken 
away.  It is without doubt the best purifier of the blood and renewer of the 
system ever known to man.  This syrup possesses varied properties.  It acts 
upon the liver.  It acts upon the kidneys.  It regulates the Bowels.  It 
purifies the Blood.  It quiets the Nervous system.  It promotes digestion.  It 
nourishes, strengthens and invigorates.  It carries off the old blood and makes 
new.  It opens the pores of the skin, and induces healthy perspiration.  It 
neutralizes the hereditary taint or poison in the blood, which generates 
Scrofula, Erysipelas and all manner of skin diseases and internal humors.  
There are no spirits employed in its manufacture, and it can be taken by the 
most delicate babe, or by the aged and feeble, care only being required in 
attention to directions.  (Picture of another Indian)  Edwin Eastman in Indian 
Costume.  A correct likeness of Mr. Edwin Eastman after being branded by the 
Indians in 1860.  Seven and Nine Years among the Commanches and Apaches.  A 
neat volume of 300 pages being a simple statement of the horrible facts 
connected with the sad massacre of a helpless family and the captivity, 
tortures and ultimate escape of its two surviving members.  For sale by our 
agenets generally.  Price. $1.00.  The incidents of the massacre, briefly 
narrated are distributed by agents, free of charge.  Mr. Eastman, being almost 
constantly at the West, engaged in gathering and curing the materials of which 
the medicine is composed, the sole business management devolves upon Dr. 
Johnson, and the remedy has been called, and is known as Dr. Clark Johnson’s 
Indian Blood Syrup.  Price of Large Bottles  $1.00 Price of small 
bottles .50.   Read the voluntary testimonials of those who have been cured by 
the use of Dr. Clark Johnson’s Indian Blood Syrup in you own vicinity.  
Testimonials of Cures.  DYSPEPSIA AND INDIGESTION.  Greensburg, St. Helena 
County, Ia.  Dear Sir:  This is to certify that after trying various kinds of 
medicine in vain for dyspepsia and indigestion, I got some of you wonderful 
Indian Blood Syrup, which I took according to directions and was greatly 
benefited thereby.  It is an excellent remedy.  Chas. A. Dyson.  A WONDERFUL 
CURE.  Fisherville, Merrimack Co., N. H. May 11, 1879.  Dear Sir: - This is to 
certify that after trying your Indian Blood Syrup for rheumatism, neuralgia and 
liver complaint, and have never been troubled since.  I never knew a well day 
before I took your medicine.  Mrs. H. Knowlton.  LIVER COMPLAINT.  Brookhaven, 
Lincoln County, Miss.  Dear Sir – This is to certify that I have used some of 
the Indian Blood Syrup for disease of the liver and have been very much 
benefited thereby.  I can recommend it to all similarly affected.  A. O. Cox, 
Sheriff.  FOR BRONCHITIS.   Lentzville, Limestone County, Ala. Feb 15, 1879.  
Dear Sir – My wife has been afflicted for several years with chronic 
bronchitis, and, after trying all other remedies and finding no relief, I 
purchased some of your very excellent Indian Blood Syrup, which she used, and, 
after a fair trial, I have no hesitation in recommending it to the afflicted.  
Rev. Jesse James.  CURES DYSPEPSIA.  Piney Grover, Alleghany Co., Md. Jan 24, 
1879.  Dear Sir:  I have been afflicted with dyspepsia for several years, and 
have tried every kind of medicine, but to no effect.  I was induced to try your 
Indian Blood Syrup and purchased four one-dollar bottles, which entirely cured 
me.  C. Craword.  CURES AGUE.  Caddo, Choctaw Nation, Ind. Terr, Feb 28, 1879.  
Dear Sir:  This is to certify that your Indian Blood Syrup has cured me of 
chills, which had been annoying me for a long time.  I can cheerfully recommend 
it to all sufferers with chills and fever.  It is the best medicine I ever 
used, and would not be without it.  Mrs. John Blue.  CURES RHEUMATISM.  
Mannington, Marion Co., W. Va., March 4, 1879.  Dear Sir: I have been bothered 
for several years with rheumatism, and was unable to find anything to relieve 
me, I got some of your Indian Blood Syrup, which relived me wonderfully.




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