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WA Volume 3, Number 21. THE , 18 PUBLISHED WEEKLY -AT Office on Montour at. opposite Cothern fc Waikiu*. . WILLIAM H. ROYAL EDITOR 4- PROPRIETOR. c. s DtBO-E, AMiociate Editor. RATE8 oTSUBSCRIPTION. . * T IT TERMS CASH.JX Ouo copy Ujilmojtha 03 00—6 month" $1 00, RATE8 OF ADVERTISING. MRranatont fale Adverti"«m9ufa wiU b* .ihargrd at the « f one dollar per square for the firct and reventy fite cenU for each anlwcqwnt inaertion, f.»r one month or lew- 8*^ 1 aquare 3 moelha $10——6 »noulb" 25 2 *< 3 « 16_6 •' 3 * 3 35-6 45 4 “ 3 35-6 65 \ column 3 45-fi 75 I “ 3 50--6 150 AH adverti*etno«»!^ IVom a tflatinee, mMt be paid for qi»,.r,eilv in advaoee - 6i with Hvilhfaclorv refer euce. May be p id at the end of each qtiurter, by the pddit'Hij of 5 pero< at lor indulgence. Ten lioee * f ihi. type fill one eqn >re. ( HA<. S. DuBOSE. ATTORNEY AT LAW. BN'T OIST, O A.. WIN |i fteticv la n'I ib« CuiWlkH uC ibn RTH a it N cntcu ijjp' _* M pri^farfT 04 & Shivers. FACTORS AND ion Hfmbante, ^ Hi»ir fwrBon^y atleulioii to all nou J •Hit oth t wilt th#m for *»lo or irtornge. vuuiOlrt, July 4870 • ra syk. ’OLLAUD, FOX & CO. •COiTON FACTORS, WAREHOUSE AND COMMISSION E 3 RO XiAN TS. Cui'oti H lyuolH* #mi CScorg* (Jiuiqilmll sir ot-*. AiigiixiDt, /'CONTINUE ih‘ir btinitit h - Ht4lu*ir6l<i mluud aud \_j writ (fit 6 tlirjr jit-ri-tinftl aitrii ion l#lh» 8(r»ri»jff* Hticl Sale of Ooltou u»» ! all uth*r atteode.i |iroduc.»*. Ord Coumki»‘ i> for Jihgt-lng rimp-’ctfuliy and Ru|>« wdicitedo' promptly to. mcMiir Collou comigued to us ia daliverad from the > ars- a conindoiuhlp aaving Bold’ll to Phosphate planter*. and tJ. Factory Agmiit for r»-|>r»“‘H»lid orgi t Tli« iiiicrf-l > of ll»o firm will l>« by Judge U 0 Fiizptdiick, of Wtur.-n c«. muy- tini T mahkwaltkbs ■WORKS IkC.A.IR» 33 T 113 Bioud Street near lower Market, Augusta, K«.op ou hand aud ready for eale, a large edectiou, aud oIko lurubhee, to ordor, all Boric of MARHLE MONUMENTS, TOMBSTONES, etc. Ms. AH work lor the country carefully boxeJ cudhltip* M. 3d—if tVU »1TB SSBOirOBUBU If tBfflSSKS. tuna 8*nc«1, W. II. WARREN, A J. L\NB, J. W. WALLACE Augusta. Hctnoock Co. Co. Augusta. Warren, Late & i uccuMore to W. Henry Wwren ft Cod cott w oJ h MT«« COMI«SSjqij B MERCHAHTS. AUGUSTA, GA. CA8H ADVANCES made on chipmontc of Cotton o New York and Liverpool, the Wo celebrated are agent* ,or Georgia and Sou^Carollna fo: KeulcwcW » Manipulated GuomW; OOer ’* . P/ioupfia/e, and 1‘aient Iron Baud end the ARROW TIE, lor llluoock of tho CLARENCE firm will be SIMMONS repiveeuted iu county by J. En'l-, of M|>ariit. »«« 1° ___ •/r/frtfe llVutlrd TO SELL OtiU CKLrSBIt \TBP GULDEN FOUNTAIN PENS. Ahknowlcdgul l»y »H Who have used them to be the oeet fan. made or »old In thi« country. No bloiling! No wiled finger* 7 Sixty linec wntteu with one pen o f ink y Will out wear Any etrel pen ever made — tleukciM merchant*, teacher * end all olueeee, en k highest o^praLe. Put dorae them m the teun’i up elide foies. Price*, two bo .cm 50 v> nt»; five boxen 81. Sent free ef |»0»t*'ge and goemuiMd to g.ta perfect Mtiatectinn. ‘ LIBERAL COMMISSION _ TO 4CF.NI* , We arc praptmd »o give cay vmrgetie r*V'’ teteiug the agency «f these peo»i » e r mmtw*ion that will pay ftSt'O perenouth. 'Phree ».«"*i>le p-ue will “ ~—l "wMTC UN PUBLISH ISOCO. MINERAL SPWNU HOTEL, rrt/lft HAKCOOKOp^S.^ aederetgned beg*l«*ve •rJt ehuc ateeaeoMHUtiuu* t»r all wb* "*7 jS3F *" ; "*“ d w *«*£ ^ WEEKLY 0 ^ jg> ^gw^XraiRD v. j \ \ fflisallanj. 1 **■■-■■ ■ EXSIE’S PRINCI 3 . BY EDITH CLYDE. It was a rainy afternoon in June.— A young girl was seated reading in the parlor of an old fashioned brick house in due of the most retired streets in the town of L—. All at once the door opened and ad¬ mitted a middle aged lady, tall and thin, with slightly grey hair, and ing grey eyas under her gold-rimmed spectacles. * Elsie, is it not time for you to prac tice ?’ she said, laying her hand on the girl’s shoulder. ‘Oh, yes, Aunt Sargent, I really for¬ got it,’ and she opened the piaoo and commenced playing the pieces of music, which were mostly jingling hornpipes, quicksteps and polkas, played by her aunt in her younger days. Her auut’s voice interrupted her. •Elsie, what is this hook ?’ .She was turning over the leaves of the volume Elsie had laid down. A slight blush came into her cheek, as she replied: ‘It’s a fairy tale, aunt, that I found up in the attic. It may seem very childish, but I like the last tale I read verymuch. It was about a prince who wanted a wife, but he did not know where to look for one ; so a kind fairy gave him a charm to try every flower he found, and when it- was the right one, it would change to a beautiful young lady. Well, he tried it on all the rare flowers he could find, aud it wouldn’t work, until one day he hap¬ pened to try it on a little jfield Hower, and it immediately changed into a beau¬ tiful maiden, and he fell in love with her, and— ‘That will do, Elsie,’ interrupted Miss Sargent, who had listened quietly to this recital. ‘You were very right in thinking it silly, and it would have been much better, if, instead of reading it, you had been practicing.’ Elsie returned to her music, but while her fingers danced over the keys, her little brain was still busy with the fai¬ ry tale. ‘I wish I was that little flower,’ she thought to herself, ‘and that a hand¬ some young prince should try his charm on me. and I would become be&utilul* and he would love me and mary me,’ and there is no telling what Elsie would have wished for, if the old parlor clock had not struck, reminding her that her that her hour of praotice was over— She gave a start of delight, as, looking out of the window, she saw that the rain was over, and the *un was shining brightly, for now she could wander in the garden, her favorite resort, She slipped quietly out of the room, and snatching up her old straw hat, wan¬ dered on through the wet grass with uplifted skirts, until she came to an old apple tree in the far end of the garden, and climbing dextrously up, was soon seated on one of the strong boughs, and building those castles in the air which, all young people no matter how little foundation, love to construct She was just thinking of returning to the house, when she beard a low, long whistle, and looking up she saw two black eyea peering at her over tbe fence. She made a very pretty ^ picture sit¬ ting there on the bough* er was wet aud draggled. *-o be sure, but her had slipped off, and her hair, of a changeful re*a, gold and brown, curled in little riuglets over her shoulders, her hat swung over her arm, and her large browlNjp** were fixed inquiringly on th« intruder. ‘Excuse me, young lady,’ he said, with a bow aud a pleasant smile, ‘I was looking for Miss Sargent’s place.’ ‘This is it,’ replied Elsie, very much ashamed and wondering how she could get down gracefully, when the young mau leaped over the wall at a buond and offered her bis baud. ‘Allow me Sparta, tia., September 29, 1870. to assist you,’ and be set her slight ure safely on the ground. Elsie picked up her hat and net, and led the way through the winding paths of the old garden to the house. Miss Sargent was still in the parlor, and rose with mingled dignity and as tonishment at seeing her niece with her hair flying and her dress wet, followed by a strange young man. The latter bowed, and gracefully in¬ troduced himself as Arthur Dameron, the son of an old friend of hers. ‘Mother heard that I was to be in the place of your residence, and she asked me to call on you ; she sends many re¬ gards,* he said. Miss Sargent gradually cooled down, returned his salutations, and though horrified at her niece’s ajfpeerance, was obliged to introduce her. Poor Elsie, reading displeasure in her aunt’s eyes, escaped from the room, and then Miss Sargent offered him a seat and entered into conversation. He had come to study law with his uncle, Judge Dame ron, and expected to spend the winter there, and was delighted to become ae- - quainted with his mother’s friend and r c * Kil '"’"o fl ' oce * Just before the tea bell rang. Elsie appeared, her careless curls lucked into " net ’ and a S r »y areas fitted closely to ller f lreU >’ fi 8 ure ‘ 8ettin S off t0 a<ira,,t - age the bright tints of her hair and cheek9 ‘ There 18 certaml y something very bewitching about this quaker like garb upon a form of youth and beauty. At any rate, so thought Arthur Dame¬ ron as he gazed enchanted on her inno¬ cent, childlike face. But Elsie did not know she was a beauty; there was no one to let! her so except her aunt, wi.u certainly took no pains to do so, and often expatiated on the snares and de¬ lusions of the beautiful. Mr. Dameron did not wait for a sec ond invitation to tea, and the three were soon seated, before MissSirgent’s best china and old silver set, besides something more substantial. After supper was over, they returned to the parlor, and Arthur tried old lady vent some excuse to get the out of tho room, for he did noi find her very interesting, aud he thought the younger one looked as if she might be very much so. At last a bright thought struck him, ‘My mother tells me you have a picture taken when she was very young,’ he remarked, ‘and I have quite ft curiosity to see it, and hope sometime when it is convenient you will let ine see it.’ ‘Oh, certainly,’ replied Miss Sargent, falling innocently into the trap set for her ; ‘I will get it now,’ and she march¬ ed off leaving the two young people to¬ gether. Now, about the most charming thing in the world is a young girl, unaccus¬ tomed to the society of gentlemen, when she first conies in contact with one. She is so full of pretty blushes, smiles, iunoceut little coquetries, and at the Same time a sort of charming and bashful pleasure iu their society ; just such was Elsie. When she found that she was alone in the room with this young gentleman, tbe haudsomest she had ever seen, first she blushed, theu smiled, then gave a little sigh, and final¬ ly dropped her eyes to cover her confu sion. ‘Won’t you sing something for me, Miss Elsie f asked Arthur utter watcli ing her a few moments. ‘Oh, I never sing,’ she answered quickly, ‘that is, before auv one, but Miss Hartwell—that's my governess— has taught me to play uli Auut 5>ar gent’s n usic.* ‘But I kuow you can sing, won’t you sing tot me 7’ repeated Arthur persua¬ sively. His handsome eyes were rest¬ ing on her, and he seemed to have such confidence in her ability, that she could not refuse, so she sat down to the piano. . It was only a simple old brllad, that she sang, commencing : He gave me a lock of bis bounie brown*hair,’ but her voice floated through the room so sweet and clear, that Arthur held his breath until she had finished. After that he was not satisfied until she had sung all other small collection. ‘1 have not had such a treat for a long time,’ he said. ‘Will you let me bring you some new songs to learn, Miss Elsie ?’ . -t Elsie would be delighted, she had so , few, and a pretty color came into her chee&s, at her praise. ‘What do you _do with yourself ail these long summer days?’ he asked after she had closed the piano: ‘is it not rather lonely here P ‘Yes, it is/ replied Elsie; ‘but I prac¬ tice, and sew, and I am in the garden a good deal, though auntie says it is un¬ ladylike, and says it will spoil my skin,’ ‘And sometimes you sit up in the trees, I suppose,’ he added rogueishly. Elsie laughed. ‘I am afraid you will think me a great hoyden.’ ‘No, ideed, I hope you will forgive ».e, I stooil there some time enjoying the picture, aud wondering if you were a fajry—some elf of the woods, or one of the apple blossomes. But do you not read at all, ;*Iiss Elsie V ‘Yes, indeed,’ she replied, with a merry twinkle in her eyes; ‘I read Shakespear, The Whole Duty of Man, Robinson Cruso, and fairy tales.’ ‘Quite a miscellaneous collection,— which do you li&e best ?’ ‘Well, I love to read the parables in the New Testament, and then I like the fairy tales ever so much. I read oue th is afternoou, and I was thinking of it out there in the apple tree*’ ♦Oh, do let me hear it, for you were certainly thinking very busily.* So El?ie tdd him about the prince and the little flower, and just as she had finished, Miss Sargent came buc£ with the picture, and Arthur became quite absorbed in his mother iu her days. Aunt Sargent made Reuses for havingka*^^ so long, aUs^^rhTcnhe received very blandly, with a mischievous glance at Elsie, and then easily surmising that they kept early hours, Cbo& his departure with a polite invitation from Miss Sargent to call again. ‘He is my prince/ he is my prince!’ said Elsie to herself, as she took the candle, and started for her little loom. For the first time in her life, the clock struck a late hour before she closed her eyes, as she thought of every little incident of the visit, and a hand¬ some face with merry black eyes con¬ stantly flitting through her brain. • Seveeal days after the introduction of Arthur Dameron to our readers, and to Elsie, she was sitting in the garden pre¬ paring a bo’qut, for her aunt had gone to spend the day at fclie house of the minister, and Elsie wai going to have a nice time by herselfi Old Sarah, the maid of alt work, had promised to in¬ dulge her, and set the table out in the garden, and Elsie was going to dress it and liersclf with flowers. Suddenly a handsome carriage which she knew to be the judge’s, passed down the street, ana Elsie recognized within a beautifully dressed lady anti Mr. Da»n cron. ‘l'he prince is out tiding in his char¬ iot.’ thought this foolish little girl, ‘and I suppose that handsome young iady is his cousin. lie will foiget all about the poor little fitdd flower now, for that is a splendid rose.’ 8he went on twin¬ ing her flowers rather sadly. ‘I wish my prince would come aud see me,’ she said half aloud. Suddenly she started, she had heard » low sigh near her, aud laokiug up, there stood the subject of fcer thoughts. ‘Among the flowers, are your he said, with a princely bt-w, ‘you really look like a -flower, yourself, with all those daisies in your hair.’ ‘Oh, I am only a little field flow**** said she, then coloring to now he might construe it. ‘I »ft w y° u in the A ri Hi i\4' V ,$k%V j|f € p t /al m ■ % m >♦ carriage with Miss Rose Dameron' a few minutes ago.’ . * •Yes, we were taking «’little airing, and I got out just below nere telling her I was coming to see Miss Sargent.’ ‘Aunt has gone out to spend the day,’ said Elsie. ‘I am so sority. You will excuse me for not diking before, Mr. tottie house,- and jSSfiW I'SMil eo,„e ,,, to the best of my ability.’ ‘Oh, no, sit tight down, please, Klsie, and may I, too, take advantage of the nice long gr, 88 r„,.i he reeUned him self languidly at her feet. 4 Jf you prefer, certainly, Mr. Dame ron, and Sarah was going to bring my luncheon out here, would vou prefer ' that too Mr. Dameron f • <r should prefer it , altogether, . my sweet little Elsie, if you will let me stay with you.* ‘Oh, yes, sir, 1 will let you stay, but I nm afraid you will find mo very lire some. Auntie 4 says T I am so childish aud undignified.’ Arthur could not help laughing You must not mind wha£ auntie says, for I can tell you y^r are not at nil tiresome. I couM ho Imre foro.-r and gaze into tho^a beautiful eves. - Elsie turned such an innocent jsfart eled gnzH on him, that Arthu felt asaiiied. She is a mero child lie thought, to himself; a beautiful, unconscious child, and I must not tal&so to her. Elsie, he said aloud, I see you arc not accustomed to flattery, so you must forgive me for saying 'that, although it is tue truth. You are too young to talk so to, auntie wouldn’t li£e it, would she? I’m afraid nut, sir, but — but 1 do. Oil, Elsie, Elsie, he cried, you little rogue! then T will tell you that yuu are the most beautiful, bewitching little fairy in the world, and, but I must not tell you the rest yet, pretty one. Elsie sat still/or handsome a moment, looking down into tfie face which nested on her with such an admiring gaze, that her eye fell again. It really cannot be, she said blushing a bright crimson, and you have seen so many young ladies, and there** Miss Rose, too. give Humph / Miss Rose ! Wouldn’t she dear—oh, something to look as you do now Won’t I forgot excuse me. you have some flowers, too, Mr. Dameron? asked Ebie. If you will give me one of those little daisies in yt>ur hair, Miss Elsie, he re plied. bhe of the toek one white daisies from her hair, and kissing it he placed it in his button hole. This is my little field flower he said, now I am goiug to wait for the beautiful young lady. Have you the charm ? asked Elsie, raising her beautiful eyes to his. I do not know, Elsie, Arthur replied becoming serious all at once, but I am goining to try to discover it. I think you have it, she said in such a low voice that he did not hear her, but she would not repeat her words. And now,Mr. Dameron, won’t you tell me about Miss Rose ? I have heard so much about her, and as she is your cousin, you mnst be able to tell me a great deal. Is she really as beautiful as she is said to be—and how many languages can she speak f I had no idea Rose was considered such a wonder here, b.it I wilt telT you all I know about her. She is at leust twenty-five, rather hrmdsorne, though faded, with a fine figure, showy, and quite accomplished, - /have seen her so often riding about in her carriage, with so many friends, and her mother and father both alive, that sometimes I have almost envied her, said Elsie. Poor child! said Arthur, with such a look of sympathy that Elsie nearly shed tears, but she restrained herself. ! Do you remember your parents,*Elsie t Yes, quite well, and vve had such a happy home. Sometimes I think it is very hard to be an orphan, and / have but auutie loves me af-■ j- |ajei j to . dsk B fav0 ,.._ You have not’ known me long, ho you always look upon jJ '* friend, ,0 ^i2Jir^55f1nileed and come to 5" . ^ y ° U are ^ I will. U( j Arthur rose to go. 1 would 9 tayl on g e r, Elsie, but I fear my aunt w iU mins me, so good bye. a*d he stoop- I'enns Two Dollars Cash ed down and kissed Elsie on the fore¬ head. r ... * ^« lw p„ 8 * the house, and many an evening they spent together, after Mbs Sargent had commenced to dose over her knit All this time Arthur felt himself un,ler * h « infll,ene e of a » tron 8 «ttrac . 1 L „J. was hl , M , lt0 „ wo S( , e y0UI , t(lr , | m n he, and lie could lead her mind whither he would. Yes, he loved hor. Sh« had bewitched au,J at fit at, besides the 1 "fo/heT^ she return these sentiments? Arthur was at a loss to know. She so often treated him with the {ieferr^n'cc of dll n,1,} wns so »»hbsit«tMijcr in show ''.'.L'" f< " l ' l ' n -^ seeing him,—was thrs . the iMsfiml .,ess ami timmidity of firstWe? half But then he rememhered.ho placed thefr acquaintance oh this‘footing. Might sh f *' '; ot \" lH ' Y UW^ience ,c 1 keep to this 11 1!uul very ? 1,0 "T""’',' heart "'I than '" inmost, iHondship W ? By and by. when he was scire time alone ;eouid make f.im h<qq>y» wlmiHie could no lunger keep ^ ,at ihe whinh old garden he had kept back from her !" under the trees, then “ fate. One beautiful day in the last, of the summer, qiuJk just as nutuin was hinting her flowerssinb arrival, Elsie sot out to carry some little delicacies to a sick friend on the other side of the town. Although she might have made the woods way to shorter, the she dusty preferred streets the of cool the warm, twon. She stolled leisurely along, en¬ joying the slight breeze wich sirred the leaves on the trees, and taking oil her large garden hat, she let it lift the soft ringlets of her hair from her white,child¬ like brow. Presently she heard a step behind hor, and turning she saw hor old Irieiul —her brother—walking behind hor. How strange it was that her friend and brother should send that solt red tinge over her face! How strange her idem! and brother should sot her heart beating so ! Buttthen, ii" doubt tho poor child was stmtlod at his sudden approach. Well, Kisie, my little friend, I thought I should meet you; for your aunt told me where you were going, and I thought to myself, now, through woods is longest,, aud I arn pretty sure Elsie will choose that path, so I came this way. * And you judged rightly, Mr. Dame ron. Mr. Dameron, he said taking her hand. Why was it that it trembled so within his own like a little captured duck? Why, of course, she had not got over the start her friend and brother had given her. Excuse me, me Mr. Arthur, ahe said with an attempt at her usual arch smile, but her eye fell as it met his, and the little hand tried to release itsolf.— He took her little basket and flowers from her, still holdiffg her by the hand as she walked along, and once when El sie raised her dewy, brown eyes to his, she saw his look still resting on her.— Poor Elsie, % her gentle heart fluttered so, that two or three times when she at tefhpted to At speak, her voice utterly fail ed her. last they reached a grassy knoll under a beautiful old oak, and not lar from the invalid’s home. Here, El de, lie said, handing her back the things, I will wait fur you. So he seated him¬ self under the tree, and Elsie tripped on. Why did he wait for her, she thought what would he say to her when she returned ? Aud then she stilled her beatiug heart. She must not think of such things. He was only her friend and brother; how could he thinA; other wise of a poor, friendless littld thing, like her f She might look up to him in all iiis superiority, and love him, but must keep it down in her heart— down, down, in the depths of her heart, And as Elsie thought of this she came up to where he was. ‘Elsie, you are tired, I /aiowmy little friend,’ he said* ‘Come and sit here and rest Here is a ‘ uOBB y . seat for you ;and may I ut y° ur ^^jfcifcCSld fee^ so ^^ hat and fauued ^ herself ^ • A(t * r a „ fe " m'uutes . he spoke again, f ak , '“ g h , ‘ ,r lltt,e * S0,t h “" both of Elsie, do you remember telling me a fairy story about a prince and a nlower, once ? She nodded her head with a