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Wan few wins rm «##>■'" iv a^TEEKLY® 1 ^ tf h Vgy .y y f * v M / w is C A V___ V. »—------------------- - .. . Volume 3-dumber 23. * 18 PUBLI8HED ♦EEKLY —AT— fto«on Moulour-it. oppoate Cothi^ ^ W&tkiue. WILLIAM H. E0Yi» EDITOR 4 P ROPR/j^q b , C. 8 DuBOSE, Aamciato Edito, RATES OF SUBSCRIPTION. rr terms cxsh.jI One copy 19 months $3 00—6 montti 00 RATES OF ADVERTISING. Transient Advertisement* will be charged at the nti of one dollar per square for the first and neyanty five cents for each subsequent insertion, fur one month or less- , 1 square 3 months $10-6 months $16 w 9 “ t z 16 - 6 « 25 S “ 3 - 25-6 45 4 “ 3 . s 35——6 55 | column 3 r 45-6 75 1 “ 3 50-6 150 All advertisements from a distance, must be paid tor quarterly in* advance— or with satisfactory refer¬ ence, may be paid at the end of each quarter, by the addition of 5 per cent- for indulgence. Ten lines of this type fill one equate. CHAS. S. D(/BOS$. ATTORNEY AT LAW. ■WAHRBlSI TOlsr, O A.. Will practice in all th« Counties of the NORTHERN CIRCUIT. Morris & Shivers, FACTORS AND mien fjcrthanfe, U.L gW« Ihsir personal attention to all con¬ signments of COTTON other produce sent them for sale or storage. Augusta, July 4870 i-m POLLARD, COX & CO. COTTON FACTORS, V warehouse and uoMMisaioir | NTS. lipl^jofoer K Aii|(ii«ta, Reynolds and CfieorKia' Ctmpbnll fltreoin. W tINUE thnr bueiueM at th««ir r.la etnnd ninl ^Btle IKrilgbs their jK-rsmwl other attention produo,- to Iho Order Stora^ for ^wig of Cnttou uud all h s»ul Rope promptly nlleUiUnl u> 'CniiMgtr respectfully solicited. jHftou Biddable consitfHod saving to iik planters. is delivered from the CIU8--R Kjrente to . . _ fpr Reid’s l’liosphale and tieargia factory , „ FThe interests ef the firm Will be repented by fudge H H Fitzpatrick, of Warreu uo. nmy- *>■*> T. MARKWALTBUS WORKS, fE ond Htreel near lower Market, Augunta, Ga. n| si WA'J** fssHW MONUMENTS. TOMBSTONES, Uto. oto. All couirtiT bo** 1 uiduhip* IHSQBMBTiftL! ®SSS8. UPTUR* and cure for the r IHWV paid on receipt of 1(1 c*«- Ad h foote 120Laxngtou mother Avenuo- «,t Mo.^ New York H. WARREN, A J LANE, i w - WALLACE AuffUatu. \Varren, Hsmcock Co. Augusta. Lane & Co. liOMM»JERCHAHTS. AUGUSTA, GA. C A8H ADVANCES made ou shipments of Cotton o New York and Liverpool. We agent* ,»r Georgia ami South Caroltoa lo: are ^Keitlcwclh Manipulated Phosphate, Guanos , Obcr's and the ARROW TIE, aud Talent Iron lU'A for Baling Cotton. mr* The inter! SB In Hancock cou a * uug 1U Hog., bf Sparta. * agents »rvm/r«l TO SELL OUR CELEBRATED GULDEN FOUNTAIN PENS. by all who have used them to !*e the «sst Fen made of aold m tiu* enuutry. No blotting No soiled lingersT Sixty line* written with one pen y. u.u| wifi oat wear teachers any steel A pen all over cln**e*. made.— iiaukera. merchant*, an en than* m the htgheat terms of praise. 1 ut up )rM Friv-ee. boxes 50 eents; five boxes idlda hwree. two $|, 8. n t (fee of postage, and guaranteed tu give ’tSEtibcSMMlBBION preparud to give nay TO eusrgetic AOENTS. person We are of these pens,' commawtou that itkiux tbe agency a WU fjiUO per month. Three samide petw will ' or "wS tern tubusi iing co. —TFTE Sylvan hiLL MINERAL SPRING HOTEL, HANCOCK COUNTY, GA. in mow PI or*'** tho public r |yhb aa«iswi*os4>s- ITrcaMootlaU »rjrj io tufsvtn a If* imw* V^ r * ou rWowpa* ... U CO nmoUBOKHW Ht all wbu IU«^gO« ms u> li ,v,> Who Owned the Jewel*? OR, HEIRESS OF THE SANDAL WOOD CHEST. BY MRS. M. V. VICTOR, of The Dead Letter , Too True, Figure Eight, Red Room, Mautn Guinea, Who Wat He? The Rqfltman't Daughter, etc. PART 1—TREASURE TROVE. CPAPTER I. " THE FINDING OF THE TRASURE. On a fresh summer morning, before Ireakfast hour, at tbe country house Where he was visiting, a young man put out in a small row-bOat on to the bosom of New York Bay, just then rippling and dimpling at the rosy touch of mort. Oliver Grey was an artist by profes¬ sion ; a fine looking person—twenty five, perhaps—with dark, restless eyes, a broad toiehead, and swarthy skin.— At this moment his mood was one of fierce discontent. Being an artist he was poor—being poor, he could not have what he wanted. What he desi¬ red most on earth, was the heart and hand of Camilla Catherwood, sister of his friend, George Catherwood, at whose father’s house he was staying, having been invited to spend a portiou of the summer at the ‘Poplars,’ to take his ease, and sketch the beautiful scene¬ ry of the bay. He had accepted the hospitality—even while he felt humili¬ by it—not so much to escape his as to bask in the dangerous joy Camilla’s presence. This morning came out to sketch, but he only dreamed of her, until half wild at the of his own poverty. Urged by this discontented mood, he to rowing vigorously for relief, soon himself close in to the high of a certain island, and near a familiar spot to which Georgo and him¬ frequent ly of Tne rocky bluff there j n tbo tooe was an ocean cave. A very small cave which the fishermen and other common people iguomimously dubbebed a hole. may have beeu larger once, but at time it was filled nearly to the mouth with deep sea sand. In high water it was completely covered with water. But at low tide a small boat push its way in; and as it afford¬ a cool shelter from the summer sun, two friends often cast anchor there an hour or so, while they ate their luncheon, or sketched the opposite hills. • The tide at its extreinest ebb, left the farther end of the sand cavern quite bare and dry. It was the first time the visitor had ever found it so. He was thinking of runniug his boat agroi» ,jJ » * seemed and getting out, although thery *^ ^ to be nothing more int w< n 8 t ian olam shells strewn about, when sudden¬ ly something sparkled in the level sun rays. His eyes were drawn to the glim¬ mering point. What was it ? He look¬ ed ogaiu more earnestly. It was the end of a brass bound wooden chest, pro trudiug from the sand. Ths glittering of a brass nail had drawn his attention the The oolor rushed into Oliver moody fa-e. He thought of Kidd, of ship- wrecked and the Arabian Knights, all in flash of his vivid imagination. lis uut shell of a skiff close to the h‘ ried chest, and leaping lightly o>‘ £ rV) ‘At least I wih see w * !it of . dirty garments some I suppose.’ hhf«*r ho wont. ^tfbrk to dig With rd work , and aw»y ti.o ^stood on his fore, «>•> i«sr»piraU“>!jjf brought to light head; but ^quaint, foreign looking enough ot^ that it was no common box, it. sal oi strq*s of ornamental .#a« some ds, iu dork oad light, very solid heavy, banded together so os to be Sparta, Ga., October 13, almost covered with its brass fastenings, In half an hour he had uncovered the whole lid. The box proved to be about four feet long, by two wide, and two deep. At first he despaired of opening the chest without further implements; for the hard wood was well preserved, and clasps were scarcely rusted. It had evidently been buried in dry sand—not exposed to the action of water, or even moisture, to any great extent. With the blade of a stout knife, which the artist carried with him for use of various k inds on his, little excursions, he suc ceecfed after a few minutes in puihing back the simple old fashioned lock, which sprang out of its place with a click.’ Then for a moment Oliver As soon as he could command himself he cautiously but eagerly opened the lid. What did he find ? A corpse—which looked as it might have been placed there yesterday, so perfect was its preservation—jamed down into its impromtu coffin, so much too short for it. It was that of a noble and handsome man, not many years old¬ er than himself, whose jet black fell down in long ringlets about the vel¬ vet collar and ruffled shirt front. The dress was that of 1S00 or before, when rich gentlemen yet indulged in and thread lace. In the forehead was deep wound, as of a hatchet, and there were blood stains on the Who could the murdered stranger bo? Ah ! while he asked himselfthe ques¬ tion—while he gazed, with lips apart, and concentrated looks of interest aud dread—a change crept over the inmate of the chest. The greyish hue deepen¬ ed over the face ; the features sunk, fell ; the yellow lace ruffles, the silken vestments laded out of color—out of shape—melted away. Thelineaments dissolved as if they had been but a dream of his feverish fancy ; and as his hand which grasped the edge of the box shook with nervous surprise, this slight impulse aiding the action of the at¬ mosphere, completed the ruin. The corpe and it. clothing dropped to the bottom of the chest, little "more than a handful of dry dust. Oliver Grey gazed blankly at the blaukness Bkoil-a A handfu. of bones-so.ne ashes. Never in his life had anvfMwg red which gave him so strange and dreadful a .enaation as when h. saw that vivid tigure moulder into nothing nefls before him. He felt almost gui y to think he had raised (Me lid, and thus destroyed ^ this aemblence of the man th** ^ Nad been. He now wished his iriend George had been with him to have seen what he saw, and to corrobo rate, by further testimony, the strange atory he should have to tell. He most expected that the tale would ridiculed as one of his many dreams. Yet here was the They could not gainsay that. there were the bones and the dim line of the figure, the skull, with ghastly iracture, telling its of crime—and What was that ? Something glowed aud glinim^j ** ed like a coal at the botto*** cheast ! a little hesitation he j OWU w j t jj ^[ s broad-bladed knife, and gingerly 6 * 7 aud daintily, with thrills of reluctance running through bis eagerness, fished up the burning coal, and blew from it the ashes, the ashes the dead, The coal was a large ruby. It was without setting, but had been cut and polished by a jeweler. Oliver rubded it with his handkerchief, opened his almost empty purse, uud dropped the jewel witbiu for safe keeping. Then he ex aunued the chest farther. There were more gems glimmering and quivering like live things amid that human dust. It was not long until the young man forgot to be too particular. The pal lettc-Anife was do longer swift and cer¬ tain enough, with his trembling fin¬ gers he pushed about the poor bones, finding plenty of treasure now ; and there, right under where the heart must have been, a small gold locket. With something of awe and reverence over¬ coming the greed which had taken pos¬ session of him, he opened the case. A woman’s likeness, young and sweet smiled out upon him, as brightly as if it had not lain in that dark prison-house for fifty years. J^^ame into Oliver’s sharp eyes laughing glance tluf eftJie-Boft blue eyes"{Hii n i M £> be neath ripples of yolhrvr faair. But those tec^s soon dried in the exultation of his ne1r possesiofi* tln^P^e ^ When certain chest had yield¬ ed the last of its jewels he emptied them into hss handkerchief, aud tried to compute their value. The horr r o‘ his first impressions gave way to tri¬ umph. The tt-msure was his own by right of discovery. Thore was no clue to the name of their lori^-perished owner. He would keep the gems ; and he would say nothing, even to George, of his adven¬ ture. Thinking thus he agaiu looked at the miuiature; and this time observed a name , formed by a setting of brilliants around the inside of the case, in German text—E thelda. An-old-fashioned English name. Ol¬ iver did not reflect that the poor cousin of Camilla, dependant on her uncle Cath¬ erwood, bore the name, unusual as it was. Burying the stange coffin again in the shifting sand, he rowed back to the little landing at the foot of the lawn in front of the Poplars, his heart his burning with intense pleasure at unexpected good fortune. A group of three awaited him as he spang out upon the beach—his friend George with his sister aud cous in. ^ After an eager glance at tuaTbXnd Miss Gather her f t ou r y then occurred to him that Miss Asilleigh’s name was Ethelda ! He put away the singular feeling which arose at this coincidence, and at ““gg* L y ttou >_ pvq«> Kivorite suitor fop of a of the first water, rich, aristocratic, and egoaiatical-who drove out from the ci cou jj disconcert him. He had despised t j ie dandy, aud now he felt that ho might yet hope to rival him, Camilla, as proud well as that she her was brother’s coquet¬ tish, knew very artist friend worshiped t£ie her with a pas¬ sion before which languid admira¬ tion of her other admirer was like a star to the sun; and that day she flirted with both most cunningly; but for once Oliv¬ er was beyond mortily her comprehension. depiess She could neither nor him. He waseven good ratured toMr. Lyt ton Uis dark eyes glittered with the consciousness of secret power. And yet he was troubled with a cer¬ tain tear. AH <Ly it had been gr<jwing upon him that vnere was a resemblance be «ween the EUielda of the miniawreaud the liviug Ethelda, who moved bt»» re him, , quiet, golden-haired almost and hiue-eyod, thb haughty aud sad, companion of her brilliant cousin At dinner that e v euing he suddenly asked Mr. Catherwood if Ethelda was a family name. lu answer he was told the lollowing brief story : chapter ii. THE TRAGi DY OF ROBERT CATHERWOOD ‘Ethelda is a name which so apj>ear8, here and there in our family,’ said Mr. Catherwood, reflectively, allowiug his coffee to cool in its translucent cup.— •Weare of English decent, you know, Mr. Gray. Our Ethel’s grandmother was named Ethelda—poor lady / Hers was a sad, a terrible fate.!’ Oh teii me about her! almost gasped 01 It Was always belieVtxl she was Lakeu captive by pirates. All / murmured Oliver, his black eyes enlarging. -_. p ._ 0 . of anything ‘Yes. Did you ever hear more pitiful ?' and ‘Never !’ was his earnest response he was so pale that Camilla would laughed at him, only she could* never hear the story of her great-aunt’s fate without tears coming to her beautiful, own eyes. and She was so young and so happy P murmured the narrator, with as much sympathy as if he had been per Bonally acquainted with her. ‘It about in this wise: There were two Catherwoods, brothers, one of conducted one mercantile house in don , the other in Bombay. Some verses overtaking the London branch, and some political events occurring the same time, induct'd the elder in England, to sell out, and emigrate America, where he established a pros perous business, and wrote to his er in India to dispose of his there, if possible, and join him in New World. The Indian climate agree with Robert Catherwood, had intended returning to his land until life received this letter, he changed his mind, concluded to go America, where it appeared enlarge that he could still further handsome fortune by trading with piest of men. She was somewhat home sick in India, and quite willing to ex change Bombay for New York. ‘His brother (the present grandfather) wrote to Robert to put large a sum of ready money as he command, into gems, which could procured to advantage in India, would be easily reconvertible into on his arrival in this country, where taste for luxury was growing as wealth of the cities increased, which created a large demand for fine els. ‘The voyages of those days were ous. and not without extraneous added to those of navigation. were not unknown, especially in Indian seas; but this was only inducement for Robert to get bis wealth iuto the smallest possible compass. In¬ deed, it was still told in the fam¬ ily, that James, the elder brother, ad¬ vised him to conceal the gems about his person, by stitching of them into his cloth ing, so that in case accident, should they escape with tneir lives, were it their a shipwrecked vessel. J*** not > fortune w ouiw m^jqgd also. •it C6rt&in whether Robert 4*rtRTcbnverted his funds : But it Was taken for granted that he did. He wrote a cheerful letter, announcing that he had engaged passage on a certain merchant vessel, to sail at such a date, along with his wife aud babv girl. ‘These were the last immediate ti¬ dings they ever received from him.— My grandfather, I have often heard him tell,’ continued Mr. Catherwood, ‘wait¬ ed and watched for the expected ship, until he grew worn and sick with wait¬ ing and watching. ‘Full two jears after the loss of the vessel, one wild and stormy winter night, the old brass knocker on the door of my grandfather’s city house— the cosy one I still occupy, Mr. Grey, although thundered vve have a bell to the door now, forth a succession of imperious raps, It which aronsed all its inmates. was midnight, and family andsorvauts had long retired, except the master ofthe dwelling, who chanc¬ ed to be still sitting up in his library, looking over his private papers. •Startled by the sudden knocking, aud with a presentiment thrilling him that some revelation of importance a ^*ited him, he hurried to the door. It too*, him two minutes to draw back the iron W, placed before it at night, and to withdr HW the bolts ; and during that time he h^ard a light foot run down the steps and away from the house. On lookiugout of lie saw nothing ; a great rush wind and rain swept past him, and he made a movement to close the door before he perceived a lit¬ tle creature in the doorway, wrapped in a warm cloak, from the hood of wlpch the blight, little, anxious face peeped of out, chubby as she hands. held up a letter in one her ‘Is there uo one with you?’ ‘Bobo has gone ’way,’ lisped the child. ‘Hetol’ Etha mus* give ’oo letter ’ ‘Surprised beyond words, he drew **«*1 the child in from the rain, aud her in his anus iuto fL uttmry, iorshe could DO* i~..t i eeen over throe years Terms Tw) Dollars Cash °^> where he held her on his knee, while he tore open the missive she bore, mni read: ‘The child who gives you this paper is Ethelda, daughter Robert and Ethelda Catherwood, who were taken captive by pirates some over two years ago. Her was killed by us, alter holding him cap f lve ovei a mouth, for not aeknowledg ( in 8 l * Cl nth about his lu money, lie 11 * ^ have nearly so much as we ex P octcd * Her mother died "Of it broken 1 suppose, six months after I | compeMed her te to vessrl. marry me, the captain 0 *.^ P lra I was very loud her, and might t have become a bet u ! an 8 ie ^ la, d lived. However, that neither . here is nor there. I t iok “puate s oath to her on her dying bed, * would bring this child to its un c :®’ dames Catherwood, in New York Clt ^» cst an< of ! eave mother R with him, with le 4 u its that he a dopt it, and care for it as his own. P ut ^y^l* °ut pirate’s a good deal to keep my P rotm se; a oath is sacred h ! m: and /' le Sa, ° she’d ask God to ^ lve,nel w°idd. I hope you’d as * ln ” t0 1 tot as Bobo lijufc’s me “7 been - I cruel hard lor me to & lve , ier U P* fel, e is u great pet with the whole ship-but here goes! Good 1 ,**• a * ^ ou W1 ^ never ,, «?t°- “ ,i T d coJri alaL , 0 'T*' 0 fc j? ° ar 1 ^riiel if, 1 ,’ "‘.^fortunate is her ^ otlj the P arents aro novv dead, a « you Auow * Oliver pushed buck his chair, made his escape iuto the twilight ol doors. A mighty struggle was ing on in his mind. When he returned to the room Ethel was alone at the while Camilla was the center of a tering groupe. As he encountered soft, sad eyes of the orphan he felt u but thief. could Abruptly he turned from he not bauish the There was a vision ever before eyes, floating in the air, rusting and on the the carpet, coming between him woman he lovod. Everywhere lie turn t*d he «aw a hrass-bouud chest, and in it the yellow corpse of a no le looking man, with a cruel wound on the high for head, and black ringlets creeping down about the throat; and while he gazed, fascinated, touched and shrink¬ ing the vivid ttjtparition turned grey, .•J till me]ting like a vapor, dissolved into a handful of ashes, and as it faded out a voice echoed hollow from the chest: ‘Give to the orphan girl, Ethelda, that which belongs to her !’ The continuation of this story will be found in the New York Weekly for this week, No. 50, now roady, and for sale by all news agents. Asi^ for the No. containing the second part of Mrs. Vic¬ tor’s great story, ‘Who Owned the Jew¬ els; or The Heiress of the Sandal Wood Chest.’ Remember, the New York Weekly containing the second part of Mrs. Victor’s story is now ready. To Yearly Subscribers. —One year: $3,00. four copies, ($2,50 each) $10,00; Eight copies, $20,00. Those sending $20 for a club of Ihight, nil sent at one, time, will be entitled to a copy free..— Getters-up of clubs can afterwards add single copies at $2,50 each. Specimen copies directed sent free. All let¬ ters must be to STREET & SMITH. Office 55, Fulton street, Box 4S9G, N. Y. A G toD IliT.—Our contemporary, the Augusta Constitutionalist, makes a good point in the following para¬ graph. It ridicules the reason of the Bullock organ for calling the election bill constitutional ,viz: because Grant’s Attorney General opposed it; and then takes off his Accidency, the Attorney General: Meanwhile, what an awful jackass that individual at Washington village, in Wilkes county, who played fantastic tricks with the tail of Akerman’n mule. That a > callcd“ Kux-Klux outrage” nmy have been bad fur the mule, but it was a god-send for Akerman. It brought him into qrominencc with the great horse Doctoral the head of affairs, and, as a trump card in politics, beats Sumner’s backbone all hollow. What a load of remorse must that man feel who tortured the tail of Akerman. Leavenworth is sy* 1 **» *^oast of a man who is so boat tils likeness cannot bo one picture. A local artist has his head and shoulders, and au« iliac he will be “continued uexfc