Tattler Talks.
[An excerpt from a longer article.]

Mr. James B. Garrison, telegraph operator at Cartersville, died at the residence of his brother, on Erwin street, last Sunday morning at seven o’clock.  Mr. Garrison was well and favorably known in our city, having been a resident of Cartersville for about thirteen years.  He was an honest, straight-forward, Christian gentleman, and made friends easily and rapidly.  His death was that of a Christian.  For about one month he had been sick, and had grown emaciated and weak.  His father was watching by his bedside on Saturday night when Jim asked for his shoulders to be raised, as his breath was coming short.  His father, anticipating that death was growing on him, asked if he felt like he was willing to die.  The answer came low but clear and distinct, “It is all right; it is all right,” and there, as the first gray dawn glimmered in the east, he breathed his last, with a glad smile resting on his thin face, and his hands folded peacefully over his bosom.  That was the death of a good man.  He was carried to Acworth and buried yesterday.

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