Rome, Georgia - History (part 10 of 17)

Stanton soon moved to Atlanta at the instance of Wm. A. Hemphill and brought "My-my" along, and the dog became a prime favorite around his sanctum. When "My-my" died at the age when all good dogs are supposed to die. The Constitution printed his picture and recorded that many of his friends among the children followed him sorrowfully to a decent burial place, and concluded: "My-my was in many respects a remarkable dog, but particularly so because he was the only canine we ever heard of who was knock-kneed in front and bow-legged in the rear."

Frank L. Stanton To His

Thou shalt have grave where glory is forgot, Thy star all luminous in the world's last night, Thy children's arms shall be thy necklace bright, And all love's roses clamber to thy cot; And if a storm one steadfast star shall blot From thy clear Heaven, God's angels shall re-light The lamps for thee and make the darkness write - The lilies of His love shall be thy lot! He shall give all His angels charge of thee. Thy coming and thy going shall be known, Their steps shall shine before thee radiantly. Lest thou shouldst dash thy foot against a stone; The cross still stands; who will that love condemn Whose mother lips kissed Christ at

"I was at Rome on the night of Oct. 3, 1864, having been sent with orders to Brig. Gen. Jno. M. Corse to move his command at once to Allatoona Pass and reinforce the post there, where Sherman had stored 1,000,000 rations. We reached Allatoona on the afternoon of the 4th; John B. Hood, in command of the Rebel forces, had got in our rear, and on the morning of the 5th, Gen. S. G. French, in command of a division of Rebels, sent us by flag of truce information that if we would surrender, we would be treated well, but if he was forced to attack, every one of us would be massacred. To this, Corse replied after consulting the small force at hand, 'Come and take us if you can!'

"On they came, and I assure you French paid dearly for his assault, and tov/ard night he began withdrawing his forces, or what was left of them. During the battle, a signal was seen flying from the top of Kennesaw Mountain,** telling us to hold out, that help was coming to us. Corse answered, 'I am minus a cheek bone and part of an ear, but am able to whip all hell yet!' Corse had been hit late in the afternoon by a rifle ball and knocked senseless. We thought him killed, but he soon rallied. We suffered severely for the number engaged. My horse was killed in the fracas. The gun I used that terrible day of slaughter stands this moment in my bedroom, and money couldn't buy it. It is an 8-shot Spencer repeating rifle.

"French's troops were heroes, every one. They were in the open and we were behind strong breastworks. They had no chance to dislodge us. French had cut our wires. Americans against Americans, and I am glad to hope that North and South are now one united country."

The Bartows In Floyd

THE BARTOWS IN FLOYD COUNTY. - Comparatively few people know that the Bartow family, of Savannah, once maintained quite an establishment at Gave Spring. It is likely that they removed to Floyd County prior to 1850, and that they lived there part of the time for five years or moi-e. Mrs. Bartow moved back to Cave Spring after the death of her husband and her son. The head of the house was Dr. Theodosius Bartow, who was born at Savannah Nov. 2,

"After Francis S. Bartow's sad end, Mrs. Bartow returned to her home in Floyd, now endeared to her by many sacred memories, which threw a halo around her pathway, for it lay in shadows the rest of her days since the light of her life, her counsellor and friend, would no more go in and out with words of peace. Her 60th birthday was Nov. 1, 1852, and her son wrote :

" 'I now take advantage of the closino- hours of this day which completes your 60th year. It has been one of those bland, bright days, more like spring than autumn, neither warm nor cold, and I have thought of the green hills of Floyd and wished myself there, that I might walk with you through the quaint garden and see the sun, as he sets behind the mountains, light up the sky with golden radiance. How beautiful does nature present to the mind the evening of a well-spent life; how few are the dark hours between the mellow twilight, so full of peace and rest and the glorious reappearance of the rosy beams of morning.

" 'For you I cannot wish those many years on earth which is the customary greeting. I know enough of life's meridian, of its fleeting joy and constant caies to feel that the happiest home is where the soul is freed. But for me my prayer would be that you who first held me up to the light of day should close my eyes. A selfish prayer, at least, that I may so live that, like you, some golden light may ba reflected in my evening days!

For quite a while Mrs. Bartow's daughter, Theodosia (Mrs. Edward E. Ford) , was the principal of a girls' school at Cave Spring. This place became known as "Woodstock," and it was conducted by Mrs. Ford before and after the war; it was once owned by the Nobles, of Rome. The Bartows were the principal donors of the Episcopal church at Cave Spring, and several of the old-time residents remember them with deep affection. Mrs. Bartow died at about 80 years of age. She was a kindly and true Southern gentlewoman, typical of a race that is no more.

Gen. Neal Dow Prisoner Of

GEN. NEAL DOW PRISONER OF A ROMAN. - It is not commonly known that Neal Dow, once Mayor of Portland, Me., and a general in command of colored soldiers durinp- the Civil War, was taken to Libby Prison, Richmond, Va., probably in 1863, by Leonidas Timoleon ("Coon") Mitchell, brother of Mrs. Hiram Hill, of Rome. "Little Neal" Dow, as he was known, had carried his negro troops against the Confederate works at Port Hudson, Mississippi River, La., May 28, 1863, had lost 500 in killed and wounded from his brigade, and himJself had been wounded twice. Subsequently he was captured and put in prison at Mobile. Feeling was so intense against him there on account of the fact that he had led colored troopers that it was deemed best to remove him north. A Roman, "Coon" Mitchell, member of the Rome Light Guards of the Eighth Georgia Infantry, was selected to take him.

The route, for sake of safety, was through New Orleans. Gen Dow, dressed as a private, was taken there, and lodged over night at a hotel. Somehow the secret got abroad and a crowd of angry people gathered at the hotel, demanding the body of the prisoner. The proprietor sent word to the room of captive and escort to flee. Mitchell had been guarding his charge and had had little sleep; had not removed his clothing; but in spite of his fatigue he smuggled Gen. Dow out of a rear passageway and caught a train at a way station and landed him at Richmond. Gen. Dow was later exchanged for Gen. Fitzhugh Lee, nephew of Robt. E. Lee.

Gen. Dow got his commission as brigadier from President Lincoln and was regarded as a capital prize by the Confederate hosts. He was a great temperance leader and as prohibition candidate for president in 1880 he received 10,000 popular votes. He died at Portland Oct. 2, 1897, at the ripe old age of 93.

"Coon" Mitchell himself, it will be remembered, was imprisoned shortly after the war by Capt. Chas. A. de la Mesa for his participation in a Confederate uniform in the tableau "The Officer's Funeral" at Rome. Capt. de la Mesa was in charge of the Freedmen's Bureau at that time, and objected to the presentation of the tableau as an insult to the United States flag.

"GINRUL" VANDEVER AND "THE WIDOW LUMPKIN." - When Maj. William Vandever, of Sherman's Army, took charge of Rome in 1864, one of the early callers at his headquarters (whether by official invitation or otherwise it is not known) was the handsome widow of Judge John H. Lumpkin, congressman, who had died four years before. A stately ex-congressman from Iowa and a splendid gentleman, General Vandever had been cited for bravery on many a battlefield, but he was a married man and there was undoubtedly no justification for the gossip which wagging tongues soon spread concerning his "affair" with Mrs. Lumpkin, who, by the way, had been Miss Mary Jane Crutchfield, daughter of Col. Thos. Crutchfield, of Chattanooga. Mrs. Lumpkin lived on Eighth Avenue in Rome's finest home, five blocks from the General's headquarters.

However, the tongues did wag, and on numerous occasions connected the names of the two in a way that must have been embarrassing to both, but furnished them considerable amusement at the same time.

Mrs. Thos. Hawkins, formerly the beautiful and cultured Miss Pauline Bryant, whose father was prosperous in a comfortable estate on the Cave Spring road, got a pass through the lines and appeared at General Vendever's headquarters ("Bill Arp's" old home on Fourth Avenue) and asked for protection from maraudin<T bands of soldiers. Her husband was away with the "Rebels" and she was practically alone in a great big house. General Vandever courteously offered

"Oh, General, I can not express my gratitude! I can only hope that before you die you will succeed in winning the heart of the Widow Lumpkin!"

Mrs. Hawkins went through trials second to none during the war. After the evacuation of Rome Capt. Jack Colquitt maintained a band of bushwhackers around Rome, Cave Spring and Cedartown who had formerly been members of a Texas unit opposing Sherman's attack on Rome. This band traveled under the name of Colquitt's Independent Scouts. A foraging party of Union soldiers having gone out in wagons toward the present site of Lindale the Scouts ambushed it in front of the Bryant-Hawkins home, killed several men and stampeded the horses. In retaliation Gen. Jno. M. Corse, of Pennsylvania, the Northern commander, claiming Mrs. Hawkins' husband and son had led the attacking party, caused the home to be burned to the ground. It was stated by neighbors that Mrs. Hawkins had time to save only the family Bible; also that a soldier invited her to rescue the portraits of her ancestors, to which she replied contemptuously, "I would not lower myself to accept such an invitation! I will stand here and watch it all burn together! The piano and the funiture and the grandfather clock are equally sacred to

STORY OF THE WHITE PAPOOSE. - Mrs. Pattie Wright Stone, of Farill, Ala., contributes the following story of Alexander Thornton Harper, of Cave Spring, who married Miss Elizabeth Whatley Sparks, the girlhood sweetheart of Gen. John B. Gordon :

"On Mar. 28, 1832, there was born in Vann's Valley, near the beautiful Little Cedar Creek, to Thornton Harper and his wife, Frances Long Richardson, a baby boy named Alexander Thornton. Ori the night of the third day of the child's birth there came a knocking at the door of the Harper log cabin. At that time the valley swarmed with Red Men, and well did the inmates of the forest home know whenever a red knuckle rapped.

Mrs. Harper whispered, and with one hand she drew her baby nearer her breast, and with the other gathered up little Elizabeth, their only other child.

"Mr. Harper opened the door and in filed several Cherokees, the leader of whom said with a grunt and in guttural tones, 'Indians want to see white papoose.'

"Mr. Harper, confident of the Indian's good intentions, placed his young son in the Red Man's arms, and then each Indian insisted on holding the baby in turn, and on scrutinizing the little fellow to determine how the Great Spirit had made him so pale instead of red. When the baby told them in his own peculiar way that he wanted to go back to his mother, the Indians knew it was not the sound of the brown papoose. They went away reverently and were swallowed up in the gloom of the nearby forests.

"Mr. Harper was a pioneer of the highest type, and his savage neighbors admired his humanizing qualities. On one occasion an Indian boy was sentenced to receive 40 lashes for horse theft, and he pleaded that Mr. Harper be allowed to apply the punishment.

"The valley was full of game and the Indian boys hunted much on their fleet footed ponies. Often they would expend a quiver of arrows at wild turkeys and come home laden with the great black birds; they also killed deer and exchanged the venison for beads and other things the settlers had to offer.

"Mr. Harper built the first house of size in that neighborhood. It was a two-story affair and was known as the White House. Practically all the other establishments were log cabins, with a room on each end and a passageway through the middle, or a single room without hall. He made his plantation blossom with slave labor brought from South Georgia. Presently there were five white papooses instead of two, and when Alexander and Elizabeth had grown up somewhat they used to play with the Indian boys and girls. The boys played a game with thick stones shaped like wheels. These would be rolled across an open space and shot at with arrows, and the side which scored the most hits was declared the winner.

"Once when Alexander and Elizabeth were playing with a lot of pearls and wampum in a bureau drawer at David Vann's home they heard somebody ask Mrs. Vann if she were not afraid the pale-faces would drive the Indian out. 'No,' she answered scornfully, 'right now I could sound the war whoop and a thousand braves would answer from forest and field.'

"Little did she realize how soon the Indians were to march sullenly by for the west as Alexander and Elizabeth hung on the fence and waved them farewell. We have their valleys, rivers and hills and they are gone to the land of the setting sun; but so has the little white papoose gone to the happy hunting ground of Heaven. On Saturday, Jan. 2, 1905, Alexander Thornton Harper died at his Cave Spring home. 'A noble man has gone to that reward promised the faithful in Holy Writ. He fought the good fight, he kept the faith throughout the allotted years of life and now enjoys that bliss accorded the righteous who die in the Lord.' "

A Famous Leap-Year Party

Look before you leap, young ladies of Rome, but leap while ye may! Next year, 1921, is not divisible by four to a nicety, nor is it divisible by twos or couples if the plaints of the hard time croakers are to be taken seriously.

'Twas the same in the old days, and 'tis the same now. The love song is sung in season and out. Fair maids sing it one year in four and handsome men the remaining three.

Back in 1860, just before the muffled drums started beating for the Civil War, there resided in Rome a young bachelor by the name of George T. Stovall, member of one of Georgia's most prominent families, who in addition to being a lawyer, wrote editorials for The Rome Courier.

He was one of the first to fall in the First Battle of Manassas in 1861. His senior editor on The Courier was M. Dwinell, who was also a bachelor, and who went away with Stovall as a second lieutenant in the Rome Light Guards. The Courier having no society editor Jan. 27, 1860, a leap-year party was handled in the editorial column as follows by Bachelor Dwinell:

"It was our pleasure on last Friday night to attend a most delightful party gotten up and entirely managed by the young ladies of Rome. Everything was arranged in excellent good taste and the young ladies played the gallants most admirably. They showed that they not only knew how to gracefully receive the attentions of the sterner sex but also that they can most charmingly bestow them. It was a sweet season of joyous hilarity, mirth and social amusements, - a genuine 'feast of reason and flow of soul.' There are many more young o-entlemen than young ladies in the place, and if the former did not all get special invitations, we see no i-eason why they should be growling about it. The ladies deserve great credit for the pleasing exhibition they made of their 'rights' for the coming year. May they all live long and happily and each be the pure center of sacred household joys."

nice and pretty coming from our editorial senior, and although he insists we must not, we will say it, senior in years as well as editorial experience. He can afford to write that way about Leap Year parties when he gets a special invitation to go and has an escort. But there are two sides to every question and we are on the other side of this one, for we did not have a 'peculiar institution' in embryo to come and hand us a sweetly-scented billet doux written in the most delicate chirography, respectfully soliciting the pleasure of our company.

"It is true we did get through the postoffice a sort of general invitation or permission or something of the kind which seemed to say 'If you are not afraid to come by yourself, you can come, or you can stay away, just as you please; if you come you can take care of yourself, and if you stay away, nobody will miss you anyhow.'

"We have never done anything we know of that makes us deserve such treatment. We have never been caught disturbing the midnight slumber of anybody's hen roost or in mistaking another man's pocket for our own. We don't recall ever having said that women were intellectually inferior to Becon, or Newton or Bonaparte or J. Caesar or Pompey or Solomon or Brigham Young or Joe Brown, and we are satisfied we have never compared them to a huge fodder stack with a little piece of ribbon or turkey feather fluttering from the top of it. However much we have thought all this, we have prudently kept it to ourselves; but we vow we won't do so any longer!

"On the other hand, ever since we had heard there was to be a Leap Year party we had been studiously attentive and polite to every one of the 'Dear (Bah!) creatures.' Whenever we have met them on the street we have invariably tipped our hat as gracefully as we knew how and smiled a little sweeter than we ever thought we could before, and ever can again; and in one or two instances we followed them several blocks hoping we might have an opportunity of picking up and returning to its owner a glove or a handkerchief she may have 'unintentionally' dropped.

"And yet, after all this, not one of them offered to escort us to the party; and we waited as patiently as Job until 9:30 that night. Then hope and our fire going out about the same time, we concluded to follow their example and stroll up to the city hall,

A Truly Cosmopolitan Assemblage

In this group are three physicians, a lawyer, a sheriff, a merchant, a mining engineer, a minister and a college professor. They are, left to right. Dr. Harry Huzza, Dr. Geo. R. West, of Chattanooga, and Lyle B. West; Edwin Watters, Rev. R. B. Headden, long pastor of the First Baptist church; Judge Robt. D. Harvey, Jake C. Moore, Robt. D. Van Dyke, of Atlanta; Prof. Jos. Lustrat, of Athens, and Dr. Geo. B. Glover, of Monticello, Fla.

only to see how many and who were there. We very foolishly went in by way of testing the matter a little further, and just as we expected, nobody came to ask us to promenade or insist on our singing Jeremiah, or to play the elephant or any other animal, or to ask us how we were enjoying the evening, or even to inform us of the state of the weather.

"One young lady (bless her sweet soul) did offer to take our hat, and it was such an extraordinary act of attention that we would have given it to her if it had not cost us five dollars and was the last one we had. We were satisfied from what we saw that our senior's rhapsodies are all put on, for he was a most neglected wall flower. It may be called spite or spleen, but to us the whole affair was a perfect humbug.

"We would rather eat sour grapes any time than attend one for half an hour. The man that started the idea of giving up for twelve months the dearest privileges of his sex to a parcel of unappreciative and capricious women deserved a coat of tar and feathers, and on Friday night we had the great satisfaction of burning the wretch in effigy and singing his requiem.

"So far as any advancement of our own from a state of single blessedness to one of double wretchedness is concerned, when we record in our journal the events of 1860 we will simply leave a blank page.

"We think Patrick Henry could have made the expression a gi'eat deal stronger if he had said 'Give me Liberty or give me Leap Year!' We only wish it were 1861; we would see how far another Leap Year would catch us in this fix again. As it is we have a notion to spend the balance of this one in Utah. There we reckon the ladies are not so independent. Leap Year indeed !"

"Our junior has fully justified the fable of the Fox and the Grapes. We pity him; but since he wrote the above we discover unmistakable signs of convalescence and assure the ladies that he will be in his right mind in a few days."

CARRYING ON. - The following items from The Rome Weekly Courier, Vol. 20, New Series No. 1, Thursday, Aug. 31, 1865, will give further information on the status of Rome and Romans directly after the Civil War :

To Former Patrons. - Greeting: On the 16th of May, 1864, the last number of this paper was published. The Federal forces occupied Rome on the next day, and since then, up to about the first of last May, it was not deemed prudent for such a 'Reb" as we have been to engage in any permanent business in Rome.

Some three months since we returned to the old office and found it in great confusion. What a pickle it was in, to be sure! Stands, tables, cases, presses, stones and stove pipe, imposing stone, cabinets, racks and everything else all turned topsy-turvy; and then the whole chawdered up and beaten to pieces with sledge hammers and crowbars until the office looked like the Demons from the Infernal Regions had been holding high carnival there.

Of course we felt bad. It looked very much like "Othello's occupation was gone!" It would do no good to think hard things and still less to say wicked words; we at once resolved that as for us and our house, we would arise and go back to the old fold again. Well, the first thing to be done was to take the Amnesty Oath. Now, about tliat we felt a little like the keeper of a cheap boarding house did about eating crow, after he had forced down a little for a wager. He said he could eat crow, but he "didn't hanker arter it!" We took the oath and have been feeling better ever since. It was probably just the medicine needed. We would advise every citizen of the state to embrace the first opportunity totake the Oath of Allegiance. It is as. little as could possibly be asked of us after four years of most determined and earnest effort to disrupt the Federal Nation, and besides it is really our duty to give an honest pledge that hereafter we will give a full and cordial support of that government, which after all our sins against it proposes now not only to pardon (with a few exceptions) but also to spread over us the aegis of its protecting wings.

Having taken the Oath, we went industriously to work and with the assistance of one good printer, by picking up the debris, assorting the type, patching some machinery and buying a little (with borrowed money), we are now enabled to come out with the paper as you see it. It is our determination to publish a first-rate family newspaper, giving the subscriber as much reliable and interesting information on Commercial, Political and Miscellaneous subjects as the columns will contain. All Military and Government orders and Proclamations that pertain to the people of this section will be published as soon as received. The paper will be neither partisan nor sectarian, but we shall do all in our power to support President Johnson and the Provisional Governor in their present policy of restoring the Empire State of the South to its once proud position in the great family of States.

Wanted - One Thousand Subscribers to This Paper - Our rates are low. The paper will be the best News Paper we can possibly make it. Terms, $1 for three months; $2 for six, or $4 for 12 months. We will take in payment currency or produce, anything we can eat, drink or wear, at market price; also clean cotton or linen rags at 2 cents per pound. No name will be entered on the Subscription Book until the paper is paid for, and the paper will be stopped as soon as the time paid for expires.

Bill Arp. - We are promised a series of communications from this inimitable wit and satirist. Probably we may have one article from him next week.

Important Military Order. - Capt. Kyes, commandant of this post, received a telegraphic dispatch from Gen. Steedman on the 29th inst. ordering that no cotton shall be shipped from this place after that date until further orders. It is supposed that this order is general throughout the cotton states, and that all cotton will have to remain where it is for the present - one object of this order is to prevent the stealing of cotton that is now carried on to such a shameful extent in some sections.

Taking the Oath. - While Capt. Heirs was Provost Marshal, from June 10 to July 26, he administered the Oath to 342 persons; since August 14 Jesse Lamberth, ordinary of the county, has administered it to 770, making the total number up to noon yesterday 1,112, and still they come.

Schools in Rome. - Arrangements are made for a good number of excellent schools for the children of Rome and vicinity. Mrs. Dr. Brown still continues her school at the former place. Mrs. Reeves has returned and will reopen her school on Monday next. See Advertisement. Mrs. Susan Smith is also about to commence another school, and Misses Maggie Riley and Mattie Sawrie each have prosperous schools now in operation. Mrs. J. W. M. Berrien also has a fine school, and Mrs. Jennings, her sister, teaches music. Mr. Nevin has a school for boys that we understand is well patronized and doing well.

Rolling Mill and Machine Shop. - We are pleased to learn that H. M. Anderson & Co. are preparing to rebuild their rolling mill. Messrs. Noble Brothers are also arranging to rebuild their Machine Shops and Foundry, and we hope ere long to hear the genial hum of machinery all along Railroad Street as in times before the war.

Business of Rome. - The business of this place has increased nearly 100 per cent a week for the last three months. We now have twelve dry goods stores, nearly all keeping more or less hardware, crockery and groceries; seven family grocery stores, two wholesale and retail grocery stores, two hotels, three eating saloons, six bar rooms, two billiard rooms, two livery stables, etc., and all doing a good business.

"Home Again." - Nearly all the former citizens of Rome and vicinity have returned and others intend coming soon. Among those who are still absent are Dr. H. V. M. Miller, who is now in Macon but still claims Rome as his home and will soon return; A. M. Sloan, now in Thomasville, but expects to move back in October; D. R. Mitchell and Dr. Jas. B. Underwood, now in Valdosta, intend to return this fall; Wade S. Cothran, now at Valula, is expected soon; Jno. R. Freeman, now at Flat Shoals, Meriwether County, is due before Christmas; Asahel R. Smith expects to move here again in a short time. In fine, nearly every one of the former residents are certain to return, and before long Rome will be herself again.

Must Ladies Take the Oath? - "The orders are very plain on this subject. The ladies are required to take the Oath before taking their letters. By command of Maj. Gen. Steedman, S. B. Moe, Adjutant." The above is an extract of an order received by our Postmaster in reference to ladies rereceiving letters by mail.

Drouth. - This section is suffering from drouth to an extent almost unprecedented. Since July 16 there has been but one little shower here, and then only one-fourth of an inch of water fell. The consequence is that all corn is greatly injured, and the late corn nearly ruined. The garden vegetables and potato crop are nearly cut off.

County Meeting. - A call has been published for a meeting at the City Hall in Rome on Saturday, Sept. 9, to nominate candidates for the State Convention at Milledgeville. The State Convention will be entrusted with the most important and vital interests of the people, and the very truest and best men should be sent from every county.

New Steamboat. - Our friends down the river and many others elsewhere will be glad to learn that fine progress is being made by H M. Anderson & Co. in constructing a new boat for the Coosa River. The boat is being built at McArver's Ferry, and we understand that a portion of the machinery of the old Alfarata will be used.

Specimen Copies. - We send this number of The Courier to many of our old subscribers, in hopes that they will subscribe again. We can not furnish the paper on a credit.

Hymeneal. - Married on the 20th inst., by Hon. Augustus R. Wright, Dr. Miller A. Wright and Miss Sallie Park, formerly of Columbia. On the 24th inst., by the Rev. Jesse Lamberth, Mr. John Holland to Mrs. S. A. Stansbury; all of this city. * * *

A WAR-TIME LOTHARIO. - After having attended the Confederate Veterans' Reunion at Chattanooga, Curtis Green, of Oglesby, Tex., came to Rome Saturday, Oct. 29, 1921, to visit his relatives, Mrs. M. B. Eubanks and Ed A. Green; then developed a story of Civil War romance that it is the fortune of few in a lifetime to hear or experience. Miss Sarah (Sallie) Wallace Howard appears as the heroine, and the meeting between the two, for the first time in 57 years, is staged at the home of R. E. Griffin, 101 West Eighth Avenue, where the circumstances are recalled.

In May, 1864, shortly after Rome was first occupied. Gen. Wm. T. Sherman's headquarters for the Union Army were at "Spring Bank," Bartow County, home of Capt. (Rev.) Chas. Wallace Howard, father of Miss Sallie Howard and of Miss Frances Thomas Howard, who in 1905 vividly recounted the family's war experience in a book entitled "In and Out of the Lines." "Spring Bank" was about midway between Kingston and "Barnsley Gardens," the palatial estate of the Englishman, Godfrey Barnsley.

The neighborhood was alive with "Yankees," but the confusion incident to the chase after Gen. Jos. E. Johnston's stubbornly retreating columns gave Curtis Green an opportunity to come within 100 yards of Gen. Sherman's headquarters and to speak with Miss Sallie, then a slip of a girl at 18. Mr. Green had been detailed as a spy to obtain information of Gen. Sherman's movements, and he had boldly walked through the lines in a Union uniform, using a stretch of woodland to cover the dangerous distance between his own men and the enemy.

Miss Sallie was incredulous at first, but when he told her in a decided Southern accent that he was a member of the Sixth Georgia Cavalry under command of Gen. Jos. Wheeler, she believed his story, and admiringly declared she was so glad to see a Confederate soldier that she desired to make him a nice present. It was his privilege to choose what the gift should be. Quite possibly he exacted a forfeit expressive of the happiness they felt at meeting, but history must record simply the fact that he asked her to make him a suit of home-spun clothes - not a military uniform, but a habit that might serve him better in gathering information for his chief.

"But, little lady, we have only a minute more to talk," he warned her. "I must hurry back. If you would do your honored father and the Confederacy a service, you will meet me at 1 o'clock after midnight tonight in the clump of pines at the top of yonder hill. Lucky for our cause if the clouds obscure the moon!"

Miss Sallie's heart beat warm for the boys in gray. Her father was battling to save the home from the invader. Her sisters and her mother were dyed-in-the-wool Rebels, and with all the strength at their command they had resisted the efforts of the foe. It was a perilous task but she could not be less brave than Curtis Green, for what is life without liberty and honor? Her smile told him she would be there, and he rushed away, as if to transact some important business at the front of the Union line.

Miss Sallie took into her confidence Miss Fannie, who was 19, and undoubtedly "Mother" Howard knew, for they never kept anything from her. At any rate, the young ladies dressed themselves in dark waists and dark skirts. If they were caught they would probably be shot, but they might escape by pleading that they had ven-

Wm. M. Hardin, Judge Harry Johnson, Chas. W. Morris, Richard Venable Mitchell and James D'Arcy; Miss Elizabeth Lanier and a group of Romans at "Oak Hill", home of Mrs. Thos. Berry; Col. Hamilton Yancey; George Rounsaville on parade; Little Miss Jean Landrum; Ernest E. Lindsey; Hughes Reynolds and W. S. Rowell in a playful argument; Wm. J. Vincent; Little Miss Patti O'Neill; a Kiwanis Club group helping to dedicate the Municipal bandstand.

tured forth with heavy hearts, unable to sleep, to search for the body of kinsman or friend. These heavy hearts were in their slender, white throats as they approached the most advantageous point in the line. Sentries stalked heavily to and fro at intervals while the snores of the rank and file told that they were at peace with the world for the nonce.

By dodging behind an ammunition wagon here and a friendly tree there the girls managed to get through, and how they did fly up the hill! They had reached the clump of pines before Curtis Green, and they crouched low, and held their breaths; the pine needles seemed to spring up around and half to envelop them. Presently the young Confederate appeared. He was 24 and handsome. He greeted them with a warmth that reflected his admiration of their courage; pressed them to make haste; received valuable pointers on the number of Sherman's men and their disposition; bade them forewell with a promise to call presently for the suit of clothes, and bespoke the tender care of the Almighty in their return to the Howard home. The girls, having found the path one way, trod it safely again, and spelt soundly until morning.

In two days the wool for Curtis Green's suit had been carded and spun. The outfit was ready, but lo! the hero was gone. Private arrangements with fair damsels in war are one thing, and stern army commands are quite another. Curtis Green's unit had been ordered on a scouting expedition near State Line, between Floyd County, Ga., and Cherokee County, Ala., and here he had been cut off and captured. After a considerable stay elsewhere, he was removed Sept. 23, 1864, to a rough wooden shack in Rome which stood at the southwest corner of Sixth Avenue and West Second Street, about 150 feet north of the Floyd County jail and 200 feet east of the Oostanaula River. A drum-head courtmartial had found him guilty of espionage and he had been sentenced to be shot Oct. 4 at sunrise.

The prison was a rudely-improvised affair, either with a loose-plank flooring or a flooring of native earth. It contained a number of other prisoners whose capture had greatly increased their docility, and who did not become actively interested - at least not for themselves - in Green's plan to escape. The prisoners were mustered and counted every hour during daylight, so Green was forced to do his digging quickly.

The corporal of the guard remarked that he would be singing a different tune at daybreak and asked if he had any request or statement to make The fiery "Rebel" lit into the petty officer with a volley of vituperative abuse of the Union army and cause. Then he went about his digging, and by midnight or shortly after had scooped out with hands and an old soup spoon enough earth to permit of his crawlin? to freedom. It is only fair to his companions to say that they assisted him with the excavation, and as he was about to make his getaway, snored loud enough to prevent the scraping o± his brass buttons against the sill ot the jail from being heard outside A miserable gas lamp at the corner flickered and sputtered; it shed a dim glow about the front of the prison and the sentry box, and cast a comforting shadow down a gulch that led to the Oostanaula River. Through this depression the escaped spy ran, tripped and rolled. He was greatly handicapped because they had handcuffed him m front, but liberty was sweet, and when he reached the river he slid into it and began to swim as best he could, kicking hard with his feet, working his hands together in a sidewise position, and occasionally turning over on his back and churning the water with his feet like the paddle wheel of a steamboat. His escape was soon detected, and the firing of muskets let Gen. Jefferson C. Davis' garrison know something unusual had happened.

When Mr. Green came to Cave Spring at 17 years of age he began swimming regularly in Big and Little Cedar Creeks; he possessed a strong and clever stroke; and he was so fa. miliar with Rome that instead of merely crossing the river and landing at the other side, as his guards be- lieved he would do, he set out for Black's Bluff, three miles down the Coosa, which in this day and time is considered a fair distance for a swimmer to make with hands free. Here and there he could touch bottom, or he would snake himself on a half submerged log and admire the stars. Finally, after several tedious hours, he reached the bluff, where he knew there v/cre Confederate scouts or natives, and with the aid of a bit of soap supplied by a farmwife, slipped off the manacles from his wrists.

In the meantime. Miss Sallie Howard had been wonderng what could have happened to Curtis Green, and had been keeping the home-spun suit beyond any "Yankee" reach. Eventually her father received a serious wound and was paroled to Athens, and Miss Sallie went there to attend him, charging her good mother that if the Confederate trooper returned, the suit should be delivered to him. One day a dust-covered traveler in a tattered gray uniform rode up on a limping horse. He had surrendered with the Sixth Ga. Inf. in North Carolina and was on his way to Texas, to grow up with the "new country." He was verj^ sorry indeed that pretty Miss Sallie was absent, but said he with a note of hope in his voice, it would be some consolation in view of the eventualities of 1865 if he could take with him the substantial garments she had made with her own hands the year before. It was Curtis Green.

"God bless you, Mrs. Howard!" he cried as he mounted his steed and started for the Etowah ford; "and may your halls and lawn never again be defiled with such a motley throng! I'll keep this suit as long as nature will spare it; and I'll save these handcuffs to remind me of a pleasant voyage around Rome!"

SAM P. JONES AT ROME. - When Sam Jones was 9 his mother died and his father married Jessie Skinner; and in 1859 they went to live at Cartersville. The young man was being prepared for college, but he developed a wild streak, started drinking heavily and by 21 had practically wrecked his health. Straightening up for a time, he studied law and was admitted to the bar, but never carried his practice far. His devoted father died in 1878 and San' promised him on his deathbed to reform. His experiences had not broken his spirit and he saw in them an opportunity to benefit his fellow men. A week after his father's death he preached his first sermon at New Hope church, two miles from Cartersville. His first appointment was to Van Wert circuit, where he served three years until 1875, when he was assigned to the DeSoto (Rome) Circuit as pastor of the Second Methodist (now Trinity) church and six small churches through the county, including Prospect Methodist at Coosa. He built his church in the Fourth Ward; when Trinity Methodist was erected, the old structure was moved to 402 W. Fifth xivenue, next door to the Second Christian church, and was converted into a dwelling. It is standing today. He and his wife occupied the lower story of 733 Avenue A, southwest corner of W. Tenth Street, now the home of Varnell Chambers.

Mr. Jones continued to fight the devil and also to tamper with the devil's firewater. He was not sensitive to the extent of excluding his own shortcomings fror: his pulpit discourses, and often told of this harrowing experience and that, and warned young men to go the other way. Rome was a wideopen barroom town, so Mr. Jones found many human wrecks to shoot at, and an occasional door that swung open for himself. On one occasion the Fourth Ward brethren discovered Mr. Jones unable to proceed with his duties and they wired Rev. Thos. F. Pierce, presiding elder of the district, asking what to do. Dr. Pierce wired, "Tell him to go to preaching." He went to preaching and recovered his mental and physical equilibrium. His lodge brethren expelled him from membership, but years later when his reformation was complete and fame crowned his brow like a benediction he accepted reinstatement with the grace of a prince.

His first revival work was done at the First Methodist church (where the Candler Building now stands) in Atlanta, with Rev. Clement A. Evans, who had previously, in 1879, filled the pulpit of the First Methodist at Rome, but it was not until January, 1883, at Memphis, that his fame began to grow, as thousands hit the "sawdust trail." Thereafter he preached all over the United States and converted countless sinners. It is estimated that he addressed 1,000,000 people a year. Every now and then he would come back to Rome. The South Broad Methodist church sponsored his visit in 1897 and received its share of the proceeds of the collection. No church in Rome was large enough to hold the crowd, so the Howel cotton warehouse was selected.

Several years before this Mr. Jones had come to Rome to conduct a two weeks' revival. On the very first night he painted a glowing picture of the sins of the community. Judge Jno. W. Maddox happened to be presiding officer of the Superior Court at the time, and when he read of Sam Jones' castigations on Rome and Floyd County he laid the matter before the grand jury, with the demand that Mr. Jones be made to appieai' and prove his charges. The evangelist cut his Rome engagement short. He explained later that he was dealing in generalities which he knew to be true, whether he could prove them or not.

The story is told that one Saturday Mr. Jones left Rome to fill the pulpit at Prospect church, Coosa. There was a narrow gauge railroad known as the Rome & Jacksonville, which was "limited" to the Rome-Coosa region and at the latter point "quit." Mr. Jones drove horse and buggy along the railroad for several miles, muttering that if a train could run on such a track, with the help of the Almighty HE certainly could, and his mare could hit the crossties like the devil in the ten-pin alley of irresolute souls.

Mr. Jones was fond of telling stories incident to his travels. His favorite was the following from an old-time darkey, a compliment he always said was the highest he had ever received:

Mr. Jones' churchmen and neighbors at Cartersville were accustomed to gather yearly to celebrate his birthday. They had made elaborate preparations in 1906 to welcome him home from a swing through the west. He died C)ct. 15, of that year while his train sped homeward, a day before the event, and the rejoicing was turned into a funeral dirge. The brave heart, the massive brain had worn themselves out in the strenuous effort to pilot sinful humanity through) the heavenly gates.

" 'Gloria Mundi - which, being interpreted, might mean that Rome is to have glory on Monday, the 22d inst., from "G. G. Grady's old-fashioned circus." As there seems to be h considerable number of the Grady family connected with this saw-dust entertainment, we beg leave to inquire if the immortal "six" or the prolific "King Hans," concerning which a vast amount of inky tears have been shed, have been retained. If not, the proprietor has lost a trump card. - Augusta Constitutionalist.'

"Our junior is attending the fair at Macon, and since he is well known as a Hans-ome man, is doubtless thinking more of diamond than of sawdust rings. As to the 'immortal six,' they may be tumbling around somewhere but whether it is 'ground' or 'lofty' tumbling we are not advised." * * *

ONE WAY TO MAKE MONEY. - "Skinning a flea for his hide and tallow" was a popular occupation throughout the South after the Civil War. There was little to eat and little money. Along came Zachariah B. Hargrove, Jr., in 1869 as mayor, and decided on an easy way to relieve the local money shortage.

And he did. An expert engraver was hired, and before he had ceased his operations he had ground out $50,- 000, which was considered sufficient. About the time the last $1,000 was being spent to "ease things," word came from the Treasury Department informing the Rome mayor that the money printing monopoly was located in Washington. After cussing out the "troublesome Yankees," "Little Zach" reluctantly called the money in. Now and then a bill that didn't get caught in the call bobs up and is stuck in a scrap book as a precious relic of those palmy printing press days. * * *

A PLEASANT HOUSE PARTY. - All kinds of entertainments were enjoyed by the guests of a house party at the F. M. Freeman home at Freeman's Ferry in 1898. A lawn party there, a band-wagon ride to Mobley Park for an evening theatrical performance and dance following, a swell supper at the Armstrong, then the ride by moonlight back to the banks of the gurgling Etowah, formed part of the entertainment

Among the guests were Mrs. J. G. Blount, chaperon; Misses Lou Fleming, Edith Carver, Julia and Edith Smith, Mary Berry, Hazel Adkins, Celeste Ayer, Clara and Ella Johnson, Laura Jones, Orie Best, Mayme Hudgins, Lillian Hurt, Susie Freeman, Lillian Lochrane and "Merrimac" Arnold, and Messrs Harry Patton, W. Addison Knowles, Bernard Hale, Walter Ross, Sproull Fouche, Waring Best, Oscar H. McWilliams, Langdon Gammon, Dr. Wm. J. Shaw, Griff Sproull, Sam Hardin, J. A. Blount, John M. and Tom Berry, Nick Ayer, Paul Jones, Horace Johnson, Julian Hurt, R. S. Best, Wm. McWilliams and Horace King.

WROTE WHAT HE THOUGHT. - "Nathan Yarbrough, former mayor, was sheriff in 1866-7," says Judge Joel Branham's booklet, ''The Old Court House in Rome," (p. 65). "He was a stout, broad-shouldered, redheaded man, abrupt in manner, firm and fearless in conduct and opinion. He moved to Texas many years ago, and died there. His docket shows these characteristic entries:

"Cost paid to J. M. Langston, clerk. Principal and interest of this fi. fa. paid by me at the request of the defendant. He has kept me out of this money two years by lying, and then swindled me out of $10 by lying. Fi. fa. given to him satisfied." - Docket, p. 4.

"Bad eggs. Both gone up the spout. Kerr has since come to life, and like a good many of us, is kicking to make a living, but can't pay old debts. Let them go with the past." Feb. 3, 1860." - Docket, p. 40.

Judge Branham On Old

"The first time I ever saw the city of Rome was in April, 1861, and again on the 20th day of that month. The population then, I suppose, was about 3,500. Sam Stewart was the marshal and had been for several years, and he ruled the discordant elements of the city successfully. He had no pistol. He carried a gold headed cane. When he said stop, they stopped. I wish we had his like again.

"I came from Kingston to Rome on the Rome railroad, then the only railroad to this city. The track was laid on stringers with bar iron a little thicker than the iron tire that goes around a wagon wheel. Holes were punched in the iron and it was spiked down on the stringers. Such a thing as a "T" rail was unknown. The depot stood where the Stamps wholesale fruit house iiow stands on the north side of Broad Street. The cars consisted of a little engine which burned wood, a baggage car, a passenger car vnth side seats such as is used on street railroads. The passengers faced one another in this little car. The depot building was as long as the train and no cars stood across Broad Street. Wade S. Cothran was the president. He was a man of magnificent mind, the most progressive citizen of the city of Rome, and a man of strict honesty. C. M. Pennington, whose house stood where the Country Club now stands, was the superintendent.

"The Shorter block between Broad, Second Avenue and the river was all vacant property except the depot building referred to. It was seven feet below the present grade.

"The Etowah Hotel stood on that parcel of ground now embraced by the Norton Drug Store and all the buildings down to and including the Rome Hardware Store and extended back from Broad Street of the same width to East First Street. The hotel was a wooden building, three stories, with a veranda around it and stood back from Broad Street. I stopped there when I came to Rome to. be married on the 20th of April, 1861. It was kept by Geo. S. Black.

"The block between First and Secend Avenue, East First and East Second Streets was vacant, and it was also vacant when I moved to Rome in January, 1867. I had a barley patch where the Cooper warehouse now stands and my cow grazed in that barley patch.

"The block on which I now live, 264x 400, was vacant except for my residence, then a six-room house, four rooms on the first floor and two above, and a little old dwelling on the extreme corner opposite the Methodist church. In the middle of this block v/here the Rounsaville warehouse now stands there was a pond of stagnant and green water. In the summer time the frogs croaked their 'jug-o'-rum,' 'jug-o'-rum, 'jug-o'-rum,' an article which we do not now have in that neighborhood.

"The town was originally built on 245, 23rd and 3rd; 276 belonged to Alfred Shorter. It contained the old farm house, a log building in the center of the north half of the block lying between Third and Fourth Avenues and East Second and East Third Streets. Only the farm house and the residence of P. M. Sheibley was on that block. There were no other houses on it.

"Maj. Chas. H. Smith's home embraced all the territory lying between Fourth Avenue, Shorter College alley and East Third and East Fourth Streets. Mrs. Charlie Hight's residence and a number of other residences are now on this property.

"I came through the country from Milner, Ga., with a friend of mine in a buggy in February, 1865. He brought $10,000 buckled around his waist; I had $12,000. We came here to buy land; we didn't buy it; we still have our money. We crossed on a ferry boat. There was not a man to be seen on Broad Street. The town was desolate.

"I came to Cartersville just after the surrender of Lee in a wagon driven by Harrison Watters and owned by Z. B. Hargrove. They were running a passenger line between Atlanta and Cartersville. At Cartersville we took the railroad to Rome. It was then operated by Federal troops, and they were cursing and swearing and drinking on the train in the presence of my wife. Just before I left Macon on this occasion a company of lawyers were gathered at the corner of Zeiland & Hunt's drug store. There was but one dollar of green back in the crowd. Not a single one of us had a cent of money. I said, 'I am going to leave this country and go to a country where there are no negroes.' At this Clifford Anderson, who was afterwards attorney general, laughed heartily. He said it reminded him of a man who was sitting on a cart tongue and the steers were running away with him. Seme man cried out, 'Why don't vou jump off?' 'Hell,' he says, 'it's all I can do to hold on.' " * * *

Paying The Fiddler His

PAYING THE FIDDLER HIS MITE. - The following letter to E. F. Shropshire, clerk of the City Council, from Cave Spring, dated Feb. 24, 1871, will illustrate the penchant many people have of piping "economy notes" unto worthy "scops and gleemen:"

"Dear Sir: Yours of 19h inst., enclosing check for $4, balance due Cave Spring Band for services rendered the citizens of Rome at the Waterworks Celebration, has been received. As that amount does not pay our leader (outside of the other performers), we very respectfully return it.

"The hotel charges are wrong. Only six members of the band stopped at Mr. Graves', which number had two meals each with the exception of myself, who had three meals. He also makes a bar bill which I am authorized by each and every member of the band to say is false.

it will procure those of one that will give it better satisfaction, I am, dear sir, as representative of the band, "Very respectfully yours, "P. E. ALEXANDER, "Secretary Star Cornet Band." "P. S. - Our understanding was that we were to receive $25 and all expenses. P. E. A."

A Relationship Explained

A RELATIONSHIP EXPLAINED. - Since many people are confused as to the relationship between Woodrow Wilson and the Bones family, once residents of Rome, a lady close to them offers the following explanation:

"The Bones family are related to the Wilson family through Mrs. Bones, who before her marriage to Mr. James W. Bones was Miss Marion Woodrow, the sister of Miss Jennie Woodrow, who married Mr. Joseph Wilson, the father of President Woodrow Wilson. Hence Mrs. Bones Vas Woodrow Wilson's aunt, whom his mother, he and his brother Joseph used to visit when Mrs. Bones lived on upper Broad Street, in the house at 709 known as the Featherston place. When Woodrow Wilson later became a young man he visited Mrs. Bones, then living in East Rome, and his cousin, Mrs. A. Thew H. (Jessie Bones) Brower. It was at Mrs. Brower's home that he met Miss Ellen Louise Axson, who later became his wife in Savannah. At this time the home of Mr. and Mrs. Brower was on the hill just west of the Southern depot, and then was the only house on the hill, and the grounds extended down to the Terhune place (and may have included it) and embraced the ground on which the Tedcastle home was built, now known as 'Hillcrest,' the residence of Mr. and Mrs. John M. Graham. Mr. Brower was interested in the East Rome Land Co., which owned most of East Rome. "The Brower house was afterwards bought by Judge John W. Maddox, and when the Ragan home was erected next to it, Judge Maddox moved it some distance to the site it now occupies. The present occupants are Mr. and Mrs. Arthur D. Hull, and the location is 6 Coral Avenue. The Browers removed to Chicago in April, 1884."

WOODROW WILSON'S COURTSHIP. - The chance circumstance of a slack legal practice for a young lawyer quite possibly explains how Rome was put more prominently in the public eye than in any other chain of circumstances since the city's establishment. Woodrow Wilson was born Dec. 28, 1856, at Staunton, Va., hence was 26 years old in 1882, when Judge George Hillyer, of Atlanta, and others signed his license to practise his profession in that city, shortly before he paid a visit to Rome. Judge Hillyer is authority for the statement that Mr. Wilson first practised a short time in the Central building, southwest corner of E. Alabama and S. Pryor Streets, and then on Marietta Street near the southeast corner of N. Forsyth, where the Ivan Allen-Marshall Co. office supply store is now located, and in the second story. At this latter place he was in partnership with Edward J. Renick, later assistant secretary of state in President Cleveland's second administration, and still later special legal representative of th( banking concern of Coudert Brothers. He had graduated at Princeton University in 1879 and in law at the University of Virginia in 1880, and after the usual preliminaries of private study a committee examined him two hours in the Fulton County Su- perior Court and decided he was well qualified. Attorney Gadsden, of South Carolina, was chairman of the bar committee, and Judge Hillyer was a member of it.

The shingle of Wilson & Renick failed to produce business in spite of their earnest application, and in the summer of 1882 Mr. Wilson found it convenient to take a two-months' vacation in Rome as the guest of his cousin, Mrs. A. Thew H. Brower, and his aunt, Mrs. Jas. W. Bones, whose husband was maintaining the Rome branch of the well-known Augusta hardware concern of J. & S. Bones & Co. The Bones home was built by Mr. Bones, and is identified today as the residence of S. L. Hancock, in Oak Park, East Rome, southwest of the Yancey place. Some years previously the family had lived on Broad. Half a mile away lived a first cousin, Jessie Bones, who had become the second wife of A. Thew H. Brower. Col. Brower's first wife, Mary Margaret (Minnie) Lester, had died Feb. 6, 1878.

The Bones family were staunch Presbyterians. Mrs. Bones' father was Dr. James Woodrow, a teacher in the old Oglethorpe University at Milledgeville, and whose championship of the Darwinish theory and other advanced ideas after the war caused his suspension by the Presbyterian Synod of South Carolina from the faculty of the Columbia Theological Seminary at Columbia.*

Mr. Bones was a high official in the Rome church, and Woodrow Wilson's father. Dr. Jos. R. Wilson, was a Presbyterian minister at Augusta; hence when Sunday rolled around there was no conflict as to whether the young barrister should attend services, and where. With Mr. and Mrs. Bones and his first cousin. Miss Helen Bones (who became Mrs. Wilson's White House secretary), Mr. Wilson went to the brick church at Third Avenue and E. First Street.

The sermon was not so engrossing that the visitor failed to notice the piquant beauty of a girl with brown eyes and hair that fell in graceful curls upon her forehead, sitting hard

*The synod later exonerated him by electing him moderator, the highest office in its power ; and still later he became president of the University of South Carolina. Thus his own evolutions and theirs were of a pronouncea character. Dr. Woodrow taught Sidney Lanier, Southern poet, at Oglethorpe, and Mr. Lanier proclaimed his old teacher the greatest moral influence in his life. Authority : Dr. Thornivall Jacobs, president of Oglethorpe University, Atlanta.

by. He looked not once, but several times before the sermon was concluded, and stole a glance or so as the congregation were leaving for their homes. He was so fascinated by this young lady's beauty that he inquired as to who she might be and if by some chance he might not be privileged to meet her. He was told that it was Ellen Louise Axson, daughter of the Rev. Samuel Edward Axson, the pastor, who was living in a cottage on the Third Avenue lot where Jno. C. Glover now resides.

Mrs. Brower found that she could do her Atlanta cousin a good turn, so proposed that they invite Miss Axson and several others to go on a picnic east of Lindale, to a spring which forms part of the headwaters of Silver Creek. The meeting place was at the Brower home, and when young Woodrow asked if he hadn't better take some lunch, Miss Ellen Lou readily suggested that she had plenty for two, and this ofl^'er left no room for argument. Others who were invited and went were Edith Lester, 6 years old, now Mrs. Wm. P. Harbin; her nephew, Jno. Lefoy Brower, 4, deceased; Ella, Mary Florence, Harry and Frank Young, of East Rome; and

Helen and Marion M. Bones (died Mar. 6, 1888). The distance was eight or nine miles, and two rigs were used; the more attractive of the two for the young folks was Col. Brower's wagon with side seats, in the body of which plenty of wheat straw had been piled; and then there was the buggy, which carried Col. and Mrs. Brower and their baby, and Mrs. B. S. Lester, mother of Edith Lester and of Mr. Brower's first wife.

'Tis said Woodrow and Ellen Lou chose the back of the wagon that they might dangle their feet behind, and away went the future president of the United States and the future First Lady of the Land, caring little whether school kept or law business were remunerative or not.

After bumping along country roads for an hour and a half they arrived at the picnic ground. The lisping of the gentle waters and the droning of the bees in a nearby field of wild flowers furnished the systematic tremolo for the young lawyer's love sonata, and soon they strayed off from the crowd. Lunch time came and all were summoned to the well-filled baskets. All save two were ravenously hungry after a session of romping and wading. These two were industriously searching for four-leaf closers on the pasture greensward; playing "Love-me; love me not" with flower petals; blowing the downy tops off dandelion stems.

A. Thew H. Brower

The preliminaries were all disposed of that day and fei'vent resolutions made if not promises exacted. The fates which had been cruel to Rome smiled upon the dilemma of the young Atlanta lawyer. A freshet in 1881 and swept away the first East Rome bridge (over the Etowah at Second Avenue). The river separated Woodrow and Ellen Lou, so the former borrowed a batteau built personally by Col. Brower, and they not only crossed, but paddled up and down." We hear much of President Wilson's famous typewriter, and of how he would put on his old gray sweater of his Princeton days and peck away at it on the George Washington; League of Nations "dope" ground out on the high seas, as well as Gay Paree and Washington. But again we must go back to Rome. He brought his typewriter with him in 1882 and did some copying for Col. Brower in the Cothran-Brower suit over the East Rome land.

However, all was not so smooth for the youthful lovers as the surface of the crooning Etowah; they would be obliged to wait until the wherewithal was forthcoming. Woodrow came back now and then. A year or two passed and Ellen Lou (who removed to Savannah) went to New York with Anna Lester (older sister of Edith) and Florence Young. The girls were bound for the Art Students' League, to study art and kindergarten work. Mr. Wilson may have been teaching at Bryn Mawr then, and again he mayn't, but he got on the train at Philadelphia and soon joined the young ladies and escorted them to the big city of the East. The three boarded at an establishment similar to the Y. W. C. A. of the present time. Alas! as long as they were here they were supposed to be hard at work and not to receive their gentlemen friends. This rule did not comport with the desires of Miss Axson or Mr. Wilson, so she found more congenial surroundings. She was unusually talented with the brush, and their homes wherever they lived in later years contained numerous evidences of her handiwork. On June 24, 1885, they were married at Savannah, at the home of the bride's grandparents, with whom she was then residing. On visits of Mrs. Wilson to Gainesville two of her daughters were

Recalling Woodrow Wilson'S Courtship

At top, left, Mrs. J. W. Bones, Mr. Wilson's aunt; Miss Marion M. Bones, his cousin; Mrs. S. E. Axson, mother of Ellen Lou Axson; Minnie Lester, the first wife of A. Thew H. Brower, at whose home Mr. Wilson met Miss Axson. Next, the West and McDonald homes, built by the Axsons; the Brower and Bones homes; in oval, Axson home in 1882, and Silver Creek, on which a picnic brought the young couple together.

born; there she was the guest of her aunt, Mrs. Louisa C. Hoyt-Brown, mother of Col. Edward T. Brown, of Atlanta and Washington, D. C. Most of the time they lived in the North. From 1890 to 1910 they were residents of Princeton, N. J., the last eight years of which Mr. Wilson was president of Princeton University. Then he was chosen governor of New Jersey, and in 1912 became twenty-eighth President of the United States.

From the executive mansion at Trenton Mrs. Wilson engaged in welfare v.-ork throughout New Jersey, and she continued her efforts two years in the White House, where she died Aug. 6, 1914. The grief-stricken husband accompanied her to the Old Home Town and to Myrtle Hill cemetery, there to lay her beside her loving parents. On the hill above the depot stood the twostory frame dwelling where he had first met her, and beyond the hill Silver Creek murmured its old-time love-song as it went tumbling on down toward the sea.

HOME GUARDS (THE ROME TRUE BLUES). - This military company, with tents pitched July 6, 1884, at Camp DeForrest, Forrestville (North Rome), and Gov. Henry D. McDaniel looking on, received a handsome flag from Mr. and Mrs. M. A. Nevin, containing on one side the Stars and Stripes, and on the other the Georgia coat of arms.

The "ossifers" were Richard V. Mitchell, Jr., captain; Jas. B. Nevin, first lieutenant; Chas. J. Warner, Jr., first sergeant; Louis S. Rosenberg, second; Paul P. Fenner, third; Wm. Coleman, fourth; Jno. W. Bale, first corporal; Herbert T. Amos, second; Wyly Snider, third; Frank Omberg, fourth; Dr. J. M. Gregory, surgeon; Julius S. Mitchell, color bearer.

The "privates," outnumbering the "ossifers" by two, were Dickson C. Stroud, George Snider, Baker and Walter Weems, Gregory Omberg, Henry Adkins, Sam and Max Kuttner, Hugo Spitz, Ed Lamkin, Frank S. Bale, Ben Cooper, Wm. Harbour and Frank D. Edge.

"Most of the boys were very young, and they were quartered in three large tents next to the state troops, who were in annual encampment in Forrestville. During the night a terrific wind storm broke on the camp, making the tents behave like balloons, and causing the True Blues to think of home.

A faithful sentry was ordered to round up the scattered members, but could not find them until next morning, and then all were at church in Rome. The captain was found there, too, and after a while the bunch disbanded.

"In the winter of 1884, several months prior to this incident, the ladies gave a bazaar in Noble Hall (the old City Hall) for the benefit of the Rome Light Guards or the Hill City Cadets. A prize drill at night was on the program for Broad Street, with the Guards, the Cadets, the True Blues and a Cave Spring company commanded by Col. H. D. Capers as contestants.

"The True Blues were sure their drill was the best, and when they failed to receive even 'honorable m'ention,' they left for their armory in considerable disorder. On passing an alley back of the Choice House, they were confronted by a Ku Klux 'ghost' in spooky white. The captain was seized by the 'ghost,' and the company left him for the light of a gas burner down on Broad. If the 'ghost' had taken full advantage of the situation, he could have had more guns and accoutrements than he could have carried. The captain got away by scratching and biting the 'ghost.' "

AN OBSTREPEROUS MAYOR. - A good many years ago, - it may have been before the Civil War and again it may have been after - Rome had a mayor who often wrestled with "John Barleycorn" and nearly always got "thrown." On this occasion he ate a little lunch and drank a lot of beer and licker at the bar at Fifth Avenue and Broad, and was trying to make it to the next "station" when a policeman accosted him. His "Irish" was now up and he pulled away from - the officer, saying, "Don't you know the mayor of this (hie) town?" Then he went back into the saloon and loaded up good; proceeded home with outraged feelings and armed himself to the teeth.

Some said his gun was 30 inches long and weighed nine pounds; others that it was 18 and weighed seven. Anyway, he went back to town looking for policemen, and when he saw two, backed behind a telephone pole and shouted defiance. The officers took him in tow and chucked him into the "jug," where he became so noisy that they confined him in a sort of cage in the rear of the station. He obtained a hose and turned it on himself; Etowah water

It was said that on one of his sprees he "kissed the candy man's wife," no doubt thinking she was his own; and that he was "put in" on another occasion. When "at himself," said the old timers, he made one of the best mayors Rome ever had.

A PEACE PRAYER IN 1898 - Supplications for international amity did not start after the German Armistice Nov. 11, 1918. In the Rome Georgian of May 28, 1898 (Beulah S. Moseley, editor), we find the following from Capt. Christopher Rowell, a veteran of the Civil War:

"There is much in the pomp of war to attract the multitude; the noise of contending legions, the shouts of victory, of strains of martial music. The outward panoply of war always commands close attention, more of those who are not familiar with the details than of those who in retrospect contemplate the progress of such a state of things. A war waged for humanity's sake would look like a contradiction, but it is through the ordeal of shedding blood that many of the changes in the progress of civilization have been brought about. A war of defense is always justifiable, but a war for acquisition of territory or political aggi'andizement, in fact, for any purpose except for defense of humanity's sake, must be of questionable propriety in this so-called civilized age. May we not hope that there will always be a redeeming spirit of law and humanity in war? It may be many days yet before 'grim visaged war shall smooth its wrinkled front,' but we hope it will not be long before our bugles will again sing truce, when the storm cloud of war has fled. It may be that the writer's views of war may not accord with the notions of this utilitarian age; but the time is surely coming when the first streaks of morning shall broaden into the full fruition of the coming day - on some occasion, too, when the great Arch Angel standing with one foot upon the land and one foot upon the sea shall proclaim that time shall be no more."

Bessie Moore'S Thrilling

BESSIE MOORE'S THRILLING FLIGHTS. - Miss Bessie A. Moore, former society editor of The Rome News, made the first flight taken by a Roman from Towers Aviation Field at the North Georgia Fair grounds, in

West Rome, and was perhaps the first woman to fly over the Hill City. This was a day following the dedication of the field, Tuesday, October 11, 1919, by Commander John H. Towers, of the navy. The flight was made at 11 a. m. with Lieut. Kenneth B. Wolfe, U. S. A., in his Hispania Suiss plane, and lasted 30 minutes.

In 1920 Miss Moore participated in a more interesting and sensational flight. Major Lawrence S. Churchill, U. S. A., came up to Rome from' Souther Field, Americus, to claim her for his bride. He flew to Rome in his airship and flew away after the ceremony with the blushing Miss Bessie. Let her tell in her own words of v/hat she saw in Rome on the first-mentioned flight:

"Strapped in and ready to go! The feeling is indescribable. While the propeller raises a cloud of dust and send.s a stiff wind into your face, your emotions are mixed. You are curious, pleased, anxious, filled with wonder as to how it will feel, if you will be frightened, if you will be sick, and every minute seems like five before you get away.

"We took ofl" facing town. The plane, once started, ran along over the ground, then got smoother. Pleased ir finitely, I was anxious to rise, and eager for the sensation that comes when you ascend in your first flight. I had waved my handkerchief to all the spectators and was sitting still waiting for the big thrill to come when we would actually go up, and looking from the side I caught a glimpse of telegraph wires and I knew we were already flying over the Land Company bridge. Then we crossed the river. To the right was Myrtle Hill cemetery. Then I saw Broad Street, and we went higher and higher, sailing toward East Rome at 100 miles per hour. What a sheer exquisite pleasure! I was actually flying. It was delightful. I sat back, surprised that I wasn't frightened, my hands which at first held tensely to the sides of the car, were relaxed. I was flying higher and higher. A thing I had wanted for years had happened to me, and I was supremely glad. Thus I sat, musing and thinking. I was up in an aeroplane. I had no knowledge of fear. The thing I had dreaded, getting sick, had not happened. I never felt better. Then remembering that I wanted to see more of Rome, I came out of my delirium of pleasure, and took a look over.

a wonderful panoramic view of the country beneath me, a stretch of mountain, blue and purple, whose top melted into the low clouds of a damp October morning. Yes, it was Rome, and how tiny everything was! I couldn't find out where we were, nor did I recognize a single land mark. I knew by instinct it must be far out of the city, and later learned it was quite a distance east of the town. 'T'hen we circled around coming in the direction of Rome, but swinging far out toward West Rome.

"It was nothing less than a beautiful canvas painting in tones of green and dull brown. Houses looked like miniature toys, straight, precise little rows of growing things on farm lands took on the aspect of a piece of striped silk, roof-tops of white, red and brown skirting the farm lands, nestled close to the trees, which were tiny green bushes. As I looked in wonder upon the town I knew so well, I laughed to think of a plane as strong and defiant as ours ever being caught or hung up on a tree-top like the little ones I saw. Then we crossed a river, and there was a great stretch of green velvet, much like a carpet. Presently I saw the George Stiles race track in West Rome, and growing directly in the center was a tree which looked larger than any I had seen. Around and around we flew, then back toward town over Shorter College, which looked like a set of child's playing bricks. Circling higher, climbing up, up, up, the car became filled with steam. A fine spray of rain pelted my face and hands and the wind roared by my ears like thunder. I attributed the steam to some exhaust or defect of the engine, but looking down saw a fine white veil between plane and earth and knew we were in the clouds. The indicator registered 2,000 feet. The clouds were damp, cold and refreshing, with flecks of yellow and brown rolling here and there in the white.

"Presently I felt myself hanging entirely to the plane by the support of my belt. I learned later it had been a loop. Looking to the right I saw the great wings of the plane turn higher and higher, and was told afterward we had done some king overs, which is a popular form of stunt. Above the city clock, which resembled a spool of brown thread, we came down in a spiral. I didn't know what particular feat we were performing, but felt the sensation one has when shot down to earth suddenly in a swift elevator. I did not look down as we did these stunts but kept my eye directly on the instruments in front of me. I had previously been told this would prevent the possibility of any sickness.

"We came around to West Rome again. This time we were nearer Shorter College. The girls outside were taking exercise. We could discern that plainly. They stopped to wave their hands as we sailed overhead.

"Then I recognized the circus ring of the Coosa Golf course, and saw a tiny trough of water which I knew was the swimming pool. The club house seemed entirely concealed by a tiny bunch of green bushes. Then over the cemetery we flew. The cemetery seemed flat and scattered with broken china. The extreme summit, where stands the Confederate monument, resembled a nicely browned dough-nut. Then over the Etowah River, a narrow winding strip of brown ribbon, laid in green velvet. I saw the perfect Y where the two rivers form the Coosa. -

"I was trying to place a certain queerlooking red brick house, and discovered it was the courthouse, and one inch away from it was Broad Street. None of the blocks in Rome appeared over one inch square. Around we circled again. The third time we came over Shorter we sailed at a low altitude. The girls were wearing white middies and blue bloomers; they looked up and shouted. We were closer than ever before. Then around again. This time above the fair grounds. Towers Field with its big white T could be seen nlainly. We were approaching from East Rome. We were getting lower and lower, and just like a huge bird with out-stretched wings we sailed down smoothly, without a bobble, landed in the upper end of the field, and like the same big bird, hopped along the field, until two of the mechanics who had signaled a safe landing ran up and swung themselves on the wings. The engine stopped and we were down. The taking ofl' and the landing, which I had always heard was most difficult, was the easiest, smoothest part of the entire flight."

Miss Bessie took part in a more interesting and thrilling episode Jan. 17, 1920 - her flight from the state of single blessedness. Major Lawrence S. Churchill, U. S. A., aspired to be the pioneer in an airplane romance that would thrill Rome. He started in an airplane from Souther Field, Americus, with Lt. Perry W. Blackler as pilot. In an accompanying plane were Lieut. Wolfe, of the aforementioned

Rome As Viewed From An Airplane

A daredevil aviator came buzzing over Rome in the spring of 1921. He was on his way to Texas and was willing to carry up a few passengers for the price of his gasoline. David A. Sparks flew and got some snaps. We see the Municipal Building, the business section. Myrtle Hill Cemetery (in center), the wings of the plane and Shorter College through them, and lastly, the beautiful Etowah.

flight, and Sergeant Jones. The lastnamed pair landed at Towers Field, where they were received by City Commissioner Ike May, with the keys of the city, and by a curious crowd. The other machine encountered unfavorable winds and was forced to land at Kingston, whence the remainder of the trip was made by Maj. Churchill in an automobile. Lieut. Blackler flew the plane to Rome on Saturday morning of the wedding, and although the atmospheric conditions were unfavorable, he thrilled the bride with a series of barrel rolls over her apartments at the home of Miss Camilla Fouche. Mr. Blackler was killed at Souther Field, Americus, May 10, 1920, when the wings of his German Fokker machine came off while he was executing one of these same aerial contortions.

THE BOYS IN GRAY. - The recent story by Bessie Moore Churchill in the History Series on the Rome Light Guards in the Civil War was read by a good many people, but by none more appreciatively, perhaps, than Frank Stovall Roberts, a cousin of Judge Joel Branham, who wrote from Apartment 312, "The Cordova," Washington, D.

"Thank you very much for the story of the Rome Light Guards. Many of the names given in the article are quite familiar to me. I knew many of them, a few having been my schoolmates, though older than myself, back in 1855, 1856 and 1857. Geo. W. Fleetwood was one of them who went to Mr. Stevens' school in these years.

"I do not recall Captain Magruder, who took the company to Virginia, but I remember, as a boy, Miss Florence Fouche, whom he married. I recall many members of that company: Melville Dwinell, Geo. R. Lumpkin, William ('Bill') Skidmore, Dr. J. M. Gregory (as memory serves, he married a sister of Mrs. Daniel S. Printup) ; R. D. DeJournett, F. M. Ezzell (he married Miss Lena Sherwood, of Macon, lived in Macon after the war and then went to Atlanta) ; A. R. Johnson, Chas. B. and George C. Norton, W. F. (Bill) Omberg (went to Mr. Stevens' school, and after the war lived in Louisville, Ky.) ; A. R. (Arch) Pemberton, 'Zach' Hargrove, M. A. Ross,

Geo. T. Stovall (my cousin) ; Henry A. Smith (he kept a book store before and after the war; I met him once early in the eighties) ; F. M. Stovall (my cousin, went from Athens to Virginia and joined the Light Guards) ; Chas. H. Smith ('Bill Arp'), Scott Hardin, and others. Clinton Hargro)ve was another one I knew. He was a friend of my half-brother, Wm. A. ('Bill') Roberts.

"This story brings up memories of a handsome, gallant and brave lot of young men in Rome. I doubtless knew many more than are named, but nearly 64 years have passed since I lived in Rome.

"The Light Guards had their first taste of fighting at Firt Manassas, Va., July 21, 1861. The Eighth Georgia, under the gallant Francis Bartow, who was killed there, covered itself with glory and gave up many of its best members, including Charlie Norton, Geo. T. Stovall and 'Clint' Hargrove.

"These recollections are very interesting, with a tinge of sadness to those who knew and were associated with these boys long ago. I daresay I am one of the very few of that day who are now living to recall them."

Mr. Roberts was among the boys of Rome who sent their older brothers and cousins off to war with a shout and who stayed behind and helped their families care for still younger ones. - Jan. 12, 1921.

A Letter From The Front

A LETTER FROM THE FRONT. - James Madison Gartreli, younger brother of Gen. Lucius J. Gartreli and Capt. Henry A. Gartreli (of Rome), wrote Mrs. J. D. Thomas, then Miss Mary Fort, under date of April 21, 1864, from Dalton. (Mr. Gartreli, it will be recalled, was an uncle of Henry W. Grady).

"I hope in my next to be able to give the details of a grand battle which resulted in the overthrow of Sherman's and Thomas' armies which will tend to a speedy termination of this unholy, unwise and unpleasant war . . . You need have no fears as to the safety of Rome. Those sacred hills will never be polluted by the foul tread of the Yankee soldiery until our army is crushed, which to accomplish Sherman with his present force is quite inadequate.

"You say you were expecting Henry Gartrell in Macon on the 8th. I should like to hear from the gentleman. If he is as prompt in the discharge of his military duties as he is in answering letters, he must be a splendid soldier. I don't see how Forrest has succeeded so well without him!"

"A happy new year to you. I was captured near Nashville on the morning of the 17th ultimo. I was cut off, made a desperate effort to escape on the night of the 16th by running over the Federal pickets. At least 20 shots were fired at me fi"om not more than 20 to 100 yards, but with the exception of a wound to my horse and a ball through my coat, they did no harm to me. I am going to write to Gen. Forrest in a day or two asking him to procure a special change for me.

"I employ my time reading and visiting my friends and acquaintances on this ice-bound island. Major Frintup is very well. He hasn't heard from homie in five months. I never saw a braver soldier than Dick Fort. He and Joe Stillwell could not be beaten the world over. I don't know whether any of my men were captured or not." - Sept. 16, 1921.

WHO ARE THEY? - The following letter has been handed us by Col. Stewart, for publication. The name of the writer we suppress for obvious reasons.

"As you is the Marshal of this town I thoght I would tell you how I am treated. My husband is lying sick and one of my children to an yesterdy my cow dide, I had to come to town to git a little mele an when I was gone some boys from rome went huntin up the River and found my ducks an shot um - two of um dide this morning an one never come home yit and I ant got but one drake just by his self, a friend of mine said thay was three boys one boy was a big hi boy, and one was a little boy and one was a short thick set boy. if you can find out who was the boys tell them to pay me for the ducks as I have a mity hard time to git along. I ant mad much about it only I can't aford to loose my

Col. Stewart informs us he has "hunted up the boys," and knows who they are, and requests us to say that unless they fully remunerate this poor woman for the injury they have done her, he will give their names to the public next week. We hope a sense of justice will prompt them to do this, and that such a case may never happen again in a thousand miles of Rome.

"TAKEN IN AND DONE FOR." - A young gambler from an adjoining county, who had made up a game of "seven up," in Rome last week, and desired a secret room to play in, was admirably accommodated at the suggestion of our City Marshal, Col. Stewart. The gamester expressed his want in the presence of Col. S., who is a bit of a wag and loves a practical joke as well as any one, and he gave a slight wink to the person enquired of, and at the same time handed him the key of the Calaboose. The contract was soon made for the use of a small office, of which the gentleman, at that time, had the control, takes the gamester and his friends to the Calaboose - opens the door - and just then happens to think that he has no matches, and he requests the young novice to remain there until he can go and get them. This he consents to do, and they all step out and lock the door after them and leave him there to play solitaire in the dark, until next morning. We hope this game will prove to be a profitable one to the young man. - Weekly Courier, Feb. 28, 1866. * * *

"PARSON" WINN'S "HELPING HAND." - Rev. Genuluth Winn was an old settler who "rode the circuit" of the Methodist church in the Coosa Valley during the Indian days.

Dr. Winn was noted for his aggressiveness in practical business affairs as well as the work of the Lord. He came to Floyd County with the early inhabitants and either bought or drew by lottery large tracts of land in and around Cave Spring, and lived on one of them five miles south of Rome on the Cave Spring road, where he owned many slaves. He was exempt from miitary service and went among the Confederate sodiers exhorting them to express their divine faith by slaying Yankees.

D. R. Mitchell, a pillar in the First Methodist church, then located at Sixth Avenue and East Second Street, had picked a hardy settler or two to run his ferries where the eccentric character known to the Indians as the "Widow Fool" had run them some fifteen years before, at the forks of the rivers of Rome. One day a ferryman went to Colonel Mitchell with the story that the "strong-arm" men of a rival pioneer had seized the ferries and driven off the Mitchell men. The old Colonel grabbed his stout hickory stick, called to the ferryman to follow, and gathering up a number of his supporters, charged the invaders on the ferry boat. The fight proved fast and furious. Reinforcements, including a number of half-drunken Indians, having also reached the other side, the Mitchell crowd were about to be worsted, when along happened Rev. Genuluth Winn in a buggy drawn by a somewhat broken-down pony, wanting to cross the river.

Dr. Winn sprang out of the buggy seized a long pole from the bank, and handled it so dexterously that in little more time than it takes to tell it he had knocked all of Colonel Mitchell's enemies, including the Indians, into the river, and Col. Mitchell had the ferry for keeps.

A SAILOR'S ODD "CRUISE." - A touching story is told of a lieutenant of the United States navy who lies buried in Myrtle Hill cemetery. Bayard E. Hand, a step-son of Col. Nicholas J. Bayard, had just graduated from the naval academy at Annapolis, Md., when he fell in love with a beautiful young lady of Virginia. His courtship resulted in an early wedding and the honeymoon was spent in the Old Dominion. The budding young officer was on 30-day leave, at the expiration of which he bade his bride farewell and rejoined his ship, which immediately sailed for South America.

While Lieut. Hand was on his trip, his wife came to visit Col. and Mrs. Bayard at Rome, anticipating that he would return ere long. The ship tied up at Wilmington, N. C, and the officer hurried to Rome to rejoin his young wife. His second leave being up, he departed for Wilmington. In some manner he had contracted pneumonia, and on July 16, 1855, he died at that city. Out of respect for the wishes of Col. and Mrs. Bayard, the Hands agreed that he should be buried in Myrtle Hill cemetery at Rome. Col. Bayard had his tombstone engraved with navy characters, and there he lay in peace several years.

Soon came the Civil War, and in 1864 a band of Sherman's men, reading that Lieut. Hand had been in the service of the United States, decided they would send him to a "better land." They dug up the coffin and expressed it to the National cemetery at Arlington, Va., across the Potomac River from Washington. This high-handed procedure did not suit the fiery Col. Bayard, who after the war went north and brought the body back to Rome at an expense to himself of $300.

REMINISCENCES OF 1886. - The late B. I. Hughes wrote in The Rome News of Dec. 10, 1920, as follows concerning the experience the First Na. tional Bank had in the flood of March- April, 1886:

"At that time we had $55,000 in paper money in the vault, in $5,000 packages, each package containing ten $500 packages. We opened the safe, and found that notwithstanding the water had seeped through two combinations, these packages were so covered with muck that you would not have known they contained money. We washed them off just as we would if they had been brick, and then the question was as to how we would treat the wet currency.