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MAS' CRAFFUD'S FREEDOM
LEE had surrendered, and a Federal general was in Macon with ten thousand cavalrymen. The Southern Confederacy had ceased to exist.
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McCRIBBEN SUES THE CITY
TAKE the stand, Mr. McCribben. Tell the court, sir, what you know of the case.\"
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BROTHER SIMS'S MISTAKE
THE Rev. Joshua Sims reached the Holly Bluff settlement Saturday afternoon, near the close of summer, with but little time to spare, and no disposition to preach a sermon. He was due at Smyrna upon the following morning...
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THE LIMERICK TIGERS
CLOUDLESS skies had ushered in the anniversary of St. Patrick's birth, and the freehearted sons of Erin, with bits of green in hatbands and buttonholes, were informally gathered in Dan Sweeny's saloon around many a steaming glass...
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A BATTLE IN CRACKERDOM
LATE in the summer of 1873, upon a dusty roadway near a little Georgia village, a boy of sixteen years was hobbling along supporting himself upon two short sticks...
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THE LITTLE UNPLEASANTNESS AT NEW HOPE
THE feud between the New Hope and the Laurel Grove churches had passed from bitter congregational warfare into an acute where father was arrayed against son, and mother against daughter. So far as the African element could scandalize the cause of religion, it was scandalized, and the professedly wicked laughed openly over the glaring inconsistencies of the professedly elect...
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THE ADVENTURES OF A PARROT
IT was a week long to be remembered by Helen's little boy. For the first time he was having a house-party. Without warning, probably without intention older than the day, the major had returned from Milledgeville with the great Worthington coach loaded to its capacity with small boys and girls industriously gathered up about town from families known to him for a lifetime...
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ISAM'S SPECTACLES
I SAM sat on the back steps at Woodhaven, the yard full of the cool, deep shadows of twilight, Helen's little boy by his side, and Major Worthington, as usual, smoking in his great arm-chair, with one of his stout legs peacefully reposing on the balustrade of the veranda. Not far away, in the deep shadow.
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