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YOL. I. ®l)e (Georgia iDeekli), DK VOTED TO Literature and General Information, WM. HENRY PECK, Editor and Proprietor. PUBLISHED EVERY WEDNESDAY, BY PECK & EIN ES . TERMS, INVARIABLY IN ADVANCE : One copy, per annum $2.00 Single copies, , 5 cents. Bf®T“Adveriisements inserted at $1 a square of 12 lines, for one insertion, and 50 cents for each subsequent insertion. A liberal deduction ma'denq those wlto advertise by the year. THE HISSES GAY. BY GEORGE COOPER, “The men that we wed,” • ' With a toss of the head. Said both of the proud Misses Gay, . “With cash a good pile . . Must keep us in style, And likewise must keep a coupai. ' ..“-They well bred must be, . Os high family, For who would wed husbands of low, ' " {Here the family nose Just a little uprose,) Their age not o’er thirty or so. Each year must they go, And willing or no. To Newport or else to the Springs, A pay for our curls It, diamonds und pearls And satins and laces and rings." When these tilings did say, The d‘av Misses Gay, They didn’t know much of the world, And.spite of sore tears, These lofty ideas, A step or two lower were hurled. For what a great eliamc, No such husbands came And threw themselves down at their feet: Though at every ba’l, They’ strove lor a haul, And spread out their nets nice and neat, Oh rare did they dress, Au<l set off each tress, To capture the unguarded heart; With their dearest wiles They brought sweetest smiles And placed ill ni on sale in the m, rt. They sung and they and need, They flirt’ and, they glanced, They simp red, they sighed, hut in vain, For lUnigh now a fop Would liver to them hop, 'W lit a s.,ip he would jump back again. And m iny to sip, Like bees now would dip, To taste these hymeneal cups; Vet all soon would rise, Like gay butterflies, Or speed away like frightened pups. Still these Misses Gay, Right loth to give way, Did smother vexation and rage, In powder ami paint, With scarce a complaint, Though th-y'd reached a precarious age. On this life’s race-course, Like bets on a horse, A long while they stood with ‘‘no takers,” Till queer it appears, Before many years, They ran off with journeymen bakers ! A BOTTLE OF INDELIBLE INK. BY MARY KYLE DALLAS. “Buy a bottle of indelible ink, sir? Bottle of indelible iuk r only twenty five cents, sir.” Twice have these words disturbed me this morning, as the vendere of the fluid in question intruded upon my pri vacy, and awoke the echoes of my back office with their unmusical voices. • Thrrcc upon my way down town, after an early breakfast with my wife, Mrs. Twiggs, did itinerant merchants, holding forth small' black bottles, say unto me, in tones of warning, “Mai k your clothing.” ’ A quiet negative has been my" only audible response to these solicitations, but inwardly I have replied,- “No, no, my friend; you don’t catch an old bird with chaff.— I’ve bought experience dearly, and mean to profit by it at all events.”— Yes', dear reader five years ago I marked my clothjng for the last time ; the consequenee of. that simple opera tion can nevpr.' be effaced from my mind. I you the story from the beginning. Five years ago, just previous to the commencement of the holidays, Mrs. Twiggs and nayself were contempla ting a visit tp some relatives who re sided in the country. We were to spend Christmas, New Year’s Day, and the intervening week, away from home, and of course it was requisite ;„to pack and arrange a certain quan ;',ijty of clothing. It so happened that in the midst of these preparations, jcnd„,while stockings, handkerchiefs, and linen were uppermost in Mrs. Twiggs’ mind, a druggist near by, whose shop-windows were in full view of our street door, suspended therein, for the benefit of' the public, sundry placards labelled “Indellible Ink” “Have you marked your clothing?” and other words to the same effect.— Mrs. Twiggs perused these notices, and, and, as a matter of course, pur chased a bottle of the fluid, and pro ceeded to write our names upon our respective apparel. Asa general thing, when a woman undertakes any little enterprise of this sort it becomes, for the time being, a mania with her. To cement one fractured vase fills her mind with a wish to break and repur ftHf to literature, antr (lateral Information. all the china ware in the house. To dye one ribbon incites her to perform the same operation on everything dye able upon the premises. Does she vanish one box, for months afterward every drawer, door and table is moist and shiny, and adheres to your hands in the most unpleasant manner. You are glued to the back of your chair after a nap, and find it impossible to remove a letter from your desk after you have written it. Thus it was with Mrs. Twiggs. She marked everything in our possession, not only with its owner’s name in full, but with the number of the house in which we re sided, and the name of the street in which it was located. My shirts, handkerchiefs, vests, glooves, boots and umbrella, bore tjie inscription— “ Thomas Twiggs,. No. 20, Tiptop Row, N. Y.” Mrs. Twiggs prided herself greatly on the addition to the usual form of marking, and although I had my doubts on the subject I kept them to myself.’ * At las.t the clothes were packed, and we were about to start upon our journey, when an unexpected piece of business called me to C —, a little town lying in quite an opposite di rection. To postpone this business was impossible, and it was decided that I should accomplish it at once, and Mrs. Twiggs to proceed alone" to the residence of her relatives, where I should meet her upon Christmas Eve.' This appeared to be a very convenient arrangement, and met with the full concurrence of Mrs. TANARUS., who was only to remain long enough after my depar ture to install anew girl who was hourly expected, into her office in the establishment. On Monday morning I stood upon the door step, preparatory to taking my departure, “ Take care of your self, Thomas,” said Mrs. Twiggs; “be sure and take care of yourself.” “Be under no apprehensions, my dear,” I replied, “ should I be lost, any one who finds me will only have to look in my hat, or upon my hand kerchief, to know just where I belong. You've made me a. marked man, Mrs. T.’ With these words I kissed Mrs. Twiggs and departed, promising faith fully to meet Jier upon Christmas Eve. How little did I think as, in button ing my glove, my eyes fell upon the words, “ Thomas Twiggs, No. 20 Tiptop Row,” written upon the white lining, of what ’consequence these words were destined to become; of what —but I will not anticipate. • • ..Late oh Tuesday evening the cars rattled and screamed through the out skirts of C , and ere many min utes hud elapsed', I stood, portmanteau in hand, at the corner of something called by courtesy a street, delibera ting which path to pursue in order to obtain refreshment' and repose. There were few or no lamps visible, and save for the stray gleams which streamed here and there ft om the window of some distant...simp, the seene .would have been wrapped .ifr•perfect dark ness. A chilly .'lain was begihning to fall, and the-.-path was full of man traps and pit.vfttlfs, in the shape of mud holes and unexpected rocks and stumps. No eager cabmen, or.omnibus drivers, assailed me witjj requests to ride-.-np anywhere. Nb’pOrter on ta king possession of my luggage. t -I was the only passenger who had stopped' at C ; —, and nay arrival wajs no ticed by no one. -I who had been Ac customed to see ciowds laying in wait for me upon .wharves; who had been claimed as a prize by drivers, and put into cabs against my will; I, neglect ed thus. I felt, I must:confess it, very much aggrieved. “I suppose they have a hotel,” I muttered. “ I wonder where I shall find it.” “As I spoke these words, a short “ Hem !” startled me. I ( turned, but could only . .perceive an indistinct fig ure, which appeared to be that of a man. From this form’ proceeded a voice, which said: “Is this your glove, sir?” I looked toward the spot from whence the voice proceeded, and re plied, “ Really, I don’t know, I can’t see it.” “This glove is marked ‘Thomas Twiggs, No. 20, Tiptop Row, N. Y.,’ ” proceeded nay almost invisible com panion. “ Then it certainly is mine,” I re plied. “ But is it possible that you can decipher the writing in'this dark ness ?” “I picked it up at the Railroad de pot, where there is a light,” answered the voice. “ Here is your glove, sir.” “Thank you,” I said; and the dark figure drew nearer and the glove came within reach of my hand. — “ Thank you. May I tresspass on your kindness still further by request ing you to direct me to the nearest hotel. lam a stranger here, and the night is “ Abominably dark. Yes, sir,” in terposed my companion. “My way GREENVILLE, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, MARCH 27, 186 L lies directly past the best place of the kind in C-* —■, and I shall be hap py to accompany you to the door.” I assented to the proposal tfßh de light, and we walked on together. “ This is rather a differenk’ place from New York, sir, ’ saitj my com panion, after a silence of somp mo ments. • “ Rather /” I replied, with £&ff>ha* sis, as I sunk unexpectedly i’ntp a mud hole. “Nothing but business would call a man to this place in winter,” continued the speaker. “I suppose you don’t intend to remain here very long?” “ Only a few days,” I readily re plied. “Ah ! like myself. I suppose you will return home in time to keep Christmas with your family in New Yord,” pursued my new friend.” “No—yes—that is, not in New York, exactly,” I replied. “ You see. my wife has gone to , to visit her parents, : a’nd lam going there to meet her.” “ Leaving the rest of the family at home ? or do you take the youngsters ?’’ proceeded my inquisitive friend. I explained that there- were no. youngsters, And that the house was left entirely to itself in our absence ; for, although Mrs. Twiggs had ex pected anew girl, I felt confident, from past experience, that she would not come. “ And are you not afraid of bur glars ? there are so many such villains in the city,!’ continued my com panion. I stated that the house was well se cured, and this lead to a discussion upon locks and ether safeguards, du ring which I dilated at length upon my patent night-latch, and informed my new friend that I had key in my pocket, and would explain it more fully when we arrived at the hotel. Such an attentive listener it had never been my good fortune to secure, and after the lock-had been discussed, I explained at full the machinery of ! a certain cupboard with false doors and m my dining room for the 'purpose of concealing my sijyMHtpd other valua bles from any TjquSe-breaker who might manage to enter ‘the dwelling. It was one of iny pqt hobbies, and I was delighted with my new friend’s admiration of the scheme. “It is magnificent,” he said, and congratulated me on my ingenuity.— “ I ought to get out a patent for the invention.” In fact, he had not ceased to express his enthusiasm on the subject, when we arrived at the door of a building which he informed me was the hotel. “And now, I must hid you good night,” he said, “ I believe you will find the accommodations here very good, and I would advise you to ask for room No. 20. It is very pleasant.” “ I am very much obliged to you, sir,” I answered. “Wont you step in and look at the key, now ?” “ Not to-night, I thank you,” re plied tiiyconductor ; “ but if you will give me leave I shall be sure to call and examine it to-morrow morning, and I assure you I have been very much interested in your very ingen iously contrived cupboard. . I shall make practical use of your valuable information the moment' I- return- to New York.” . v-" • w Such a polite man,”' I- thought, as I entered the hall, where a sleepy waiter was just making his appear ance with a dim lantern, “ Such a v’ery interesting man.” I looked out into the street in the hope of catching a glimpse of his retiring form, but only saw a very ragged individual, leaning against a post without, whom; I wondered that I had not seen before. As I sat at supper this same ragged man came to the door and looked in upon mo with a sardonic grin which I remembered afterwards only too well, but just at the time I thought very little of the circumstance; and; after I had finished my meal asked to. be shown to No. 20, and in a few mo ments was fast asleep. When I awoke it was broad day.— I sat up in bed and looked at the timepiece upon the mantle; the hands pointed to eight o’clock. My mind instantly reverted to the promise which my friend had made of calling to examine my patent latch-key “ A delightful man !” J said to myself.— “ A charming acquaintance ! With what interest he entered into my des cription of the cupboard; how he seemed to appreciate my inventions.” I had put my feet out of bed and was looking for my stockings by this time. “ Now,” I continued, still lazily looking for my stray apparel: “Now, if I had been an Englishman I wouldn’t have spoken to that man, I should have maintained a cold reserve, kept up my dignity, and lost, perhaps, a very pleasant friend. Where are my stockings ?” They were not under my bed, where I remembered to have thrown them, nor on the chair, nor beside the table. As I searched for them, my eyes fell upon two pieces of money lying upon the floor. I picked them up—one was a two dollar and a half gold piece, the other a fivepence. I recognized them at once as my prop erty, and wondering how I could have jjjien so eareless, put my hand under the. pillow where I had placed my pocket-book, for . the purpose of pla cing the' moqey therein. The pocket -bank was gone, so was lay" portmanteau. I rushed to the chair where I had hung my clothes. Oh, sight of horror ! They had all been exchanged for a suit of most in tense dilapidation. My clothes were of superfine quality and the last new mode, these had been originally arti cles to which the name “ flash” might have been given with great propriety, and now, covered with grease and tat tered from top to bottom, they pre sented a truly disgusting spectacle.— From appearances, the depredator had been alarmed by some noise or move ment, and had made a hasty retreat, for one pink stocking was sticking in "the hinge of the door, and I found an other cent, just outside in the entry. Who' could have had the barbarity to perforin such a diabolical action ? I re numbered the suspicious-looking man who had looked in upon me as I sat at supper, and at once fixed the act upon him. I rang the bell, and the waiter appeared. I inquired for the landlord, and lie came. I ex plained my predicament, and the landlord seemed to think -it the funni est thing he had ever heard. I in quired if there was a tailor in the vi cinity who would be willing to accom modate me for a few days, until I could remit the money from New York, and landlord waiter both said, with one voice, “Os course not.” I spoke ■ of remaining where I was, until I could write and hear from my wife, or j my partner, and the landlord replied that he was very sorry, but the house ! was sb full that they had no accom i modation for another person. After £*JTis'feMy ■’irrWefiTTy Tregafrrefl'WtTal. * would-be swindler; and I saw that it would be best to betake myself to New York, while the sum of money fhich the robber had" dropped from my well-filled pocket-book enabled me to do so. Another .thought broke upon my mind. ISJj’new acquaintance of last night had promised to call. Perhaps ;he would. In that case, he was a gentleman and would appreciate my position. I waited, but he did not come. The landlord evidently was anxious for my departure. The train for New York started in half an hour. In desperation. I donned those horrible ■flash garments,-that brimiess hat, those toeless boots,_and started for the de pot. j* I felt all eyes were upon me, as I-tartied mySelf in the second car,’ and tittered-g.B extra anathema upon the villain who had not even left me a pocket handkerchief to hide my face in. 1 It was evening again when I reach ed New York. Itliai^d'Heaven for . that, as I made my- W.ay.'-through the-' streets, cbosing these- Skhjoh were the reasons which will be obvious to .f£ery. reader of this narrative,.' At -last I reached tny own dwelling. Here an unforeseen difficulty awaited me. My latch-key was gone, and I there was no one in the house. I was in despair; but I suddenly remember ed that Mrs. Twiggs had a had habit of leaving the back, parlor window un fastened. Perhaps she harThlone so thiS’fftne. In that cnSe i'-oould effect .an entrance by schsfng.-"‘the garden dp nee, mounting.;to tile hack piazza, and clambering" through;the window. Obedient to the thought", I proceeded to the back of the premises, and ac complished the fence with an agility surprising myself. To my great de ,Hg"ht I found the window Open, and a 'little examination convinced me that the window which opened from.the hall into the piazza w;as also unfastened. “ How. very caste!ess of Mrs. T.”, I said, as I shoved 1 ' the latter up and proceeded to clatnbCv through the aper ture, and was about drawing the rest ■of my person after-it, when the spring of' the.window, which was defective, -I' gaye way, and presto,-'! was pinioned between the sash and tnp sill in a most un<|JO@if<Wtable and paipftil.ppsitioq. The noise of the window and my own cry echoed through the .house, and in a moment the apparition of a stout Irish girl, in a red flannel night gown, made its appearance at the head of the kitchen stairs. •: “ Och, murther ;” shouted this per ' sonage, it’s a thafe. Och hone, what’ll become o’me?” “lam no thief. I—l’m Mr. Twiggs. I didn’t know you were here. Come and let me out, my good girl,” I ex claimed. • - “Is it th«wnasther + y# Mane ?” said, the girl. .. .- | “ Yes—yes. Os course it is* Cer tainly,” I answered. “There thin, 1 ’ said the girl, “see hoW I've caught ye. The masther is in the counthry with the misthress, and he couldn’t be back yit; besides, would the masther be having sich shoes as thim on the feet of ye?” What I would have answered it is impossible to say, for just at that mo ment the sound of a latch-key turned Lits proper keyhole sounded through,; i hall, the atreet floor opened,- and t in walked a man in my coat, hat and boots—l knew them at a glance—and bearing my portmanteau, marked with my name, in his hand. “ There,” said the girl, “ there, I’ll beta dollar that’s the masther. Now, what’ll ye say, ye villin, ye.” “Yes—certainly—l am the master,” j replied the stranger. “ What is that scoundrel doing there ?” The moment I heard the voice I knew that it was the same which I had heard through the darkness. This was the stranger to whom I had con fided the secrets of my bosom. This was the man who had robbed me, and who doubtless had now come for. the express purpose of committing another robbery. “ You wretch !• 1 cried, . “ you didn’t expect to find me here. Ah! I’ll have you, you shall pay for this when I get at you. Biddy, or what’s your name, raise the window and let me in.” “My good girl, call the police if you please,” said the scoundrel, calm ly, “ I must give the rascal into cus tody!” Biddy rushed to the door and yell ed “ Tliares ! Murther ! Murther ! j Thaves !” Until the street rung again, and presently a couple of portly gen- [ tlemen, in blue coats, made their ap pearance at the door, and uttered the inquiry : “What’s the muss!” The rascal in my coat pointed to the window, “You can see for your selves,” he said. “ I found that per-1 1 son occupying thst singular position j up, policemen. He’s a thief. He robbed me at C . Those are my ; clothes. This is my house. Arrest him, policemen, before he escapes.” “ Poor creature!” said the hypocrit- I ieal robber, mildly. “ Poor creature ! iHe is evidently deranged. Be gentle with him, my friends. I’m sorry that I am obliged to give him into custody, I really am.” “ Now, old feller, none o’ your tricks,” said the stoutest policeman, advancing towards me. “ Just hold his leg, John, whilst I hoist the win der, and see that he don’t pitch hisself out into the garding.” John performed his duty, and in an other moment I was free. .The first use -I made of my.Jegs Wa9 jo make towards thp hoHsObrcaVer, who stood com pl'acefi'tly'smilitig upon the scene, And collar JnHPvh)ii]BjtiVely. ’“l’ve got sbbuted,-“and I’ll keep you. Ilelicsflen, this man is a thief, a housoliireqger, a swindler pad a murderfer!' I am Thomas :Tlwiggs. This Is.fcy house. My name -on the door-'phite'.' Send for my partner, Mr. Dolfos. Call in the neighbors, andarxest-thtS-'nian.” “Poor fellow, b'e .is ttlariJ Quite mad !” said .the man?,who had fobbed me. “Policemen, lean prove who 1 1 am, if you have any doubts,” and, j before my very eyes, the wretch re- j moved his hat and showed- to\£he : mis- J guided officers the words my'wife had written upon the lining—“ Thomas I Twiggs, No. 20 Tiptop Rowj New York.” “ And now, policemen, take him 1 away, will you; he continued, “but first see that he has none of my prop erty about his person.” In a moment two hahffe were plunged to the bottom of itiy ragged pockets, and to my consternation produced from thence a bunch of housebreak er’s tools, and a bottle labeled “ Chlo roform.” l" . “You are an innocent old gentle man,-now, ain't you?” said the stout policeman, indignantly- “ You think he’s mad, .sir. I te'l you there’p- -a good deal of method into his madness,, any ivfly. Come, along with you.” “I won’t. I will be righted. Call the neighbors. My name is Twiggs. Pin your master, young woman. IIP be revenged. I’m the master of this ‘ house,” I stammered, struggling with the policemen. “The masther in.sich a coat,” said Biddy, indignantly!.' ‘.‘l wouldn’tottn ' him.” ' *. •!"• ' _ I “ There, take hiin arway, policemen,” ; said my betrayer. “ I’nl".glad I have I been able, to-prevent him from perpe trating the robbefy he intended, for I have some valuable plate in a cupboard up stairs, which I should be .to lose.” :, <V; This was a blow too much. I spring towards him, and lost conscious ness because of rage. When I recov- j ered it was Christmas morning, and I was in the station-house. All Christmas Day I stayed there, wondering what my wife would think, bemoaning the loss of my valuables ; now tearing out my hair, and now tear ing the coat I wore into still more un sightly rags : but low diet and solitude had cooled me down by the next day, so that I was enabled to • explain my position, send for my partner, and to prove my identity when called up for I returned home, forth with,in a cah» to find the house completely radsacked of clothing, jewelry, silver, and all other valuables, and Mrs. Twiggs, who had returned in a panic, moaning upon the bed, in the firm belief that I had been murdered by housebreakers, for the girl had informed her that the “master had come home and found a thafe climbing in the likes of a win der, and thin had been after sindin’ hersilf to bed, an’ whin she awaked up in the morning, the house was altee gither robbed, and masther stole away likewise.” After explaining matters, and jn some degree soothing Mrs. Twiggs, I turned the girl out of the house, threw the rest of the indelible ink out df the window, and have never marked my clothes since; nor ever, upon any emergency, spoken to a per son t<s whom I had not been formally introduced. THAT’S A STORY, Once on a time there was a king who had a daughter, and she was such a dreadful story-teller that the like of her was not to he found far or near. So the king gave out that if any one could tell such a string of lies as would get her to say “That’s a story,” he should have her to wife, and half the kingdom besides. Well, many came, as you may fancy, to try their luck, for every one would have been very glad to have the princess, to say nothing of the kingdom. But they all cut a sorry figure, for the princess was so given to story-telling 1 that all their lies went in at one ear "irTn? ‘ 'dffier. ' !?mshg Ine j rest came three others to try their luck, and the two elder went first; but they fared no better than those who had gone before them. Last of all, ; the third, Boots, set off, and found the : princess in the farmyard. “Good morning,” he said, “and thank you for nothing.” “Good morning,” said she, “and j tho same to you.” Then she went on : “You haven’t such a fine farmyard as ours, I’ll be bound ; for when two shepherds stand one at each end of it, and blow their rape’s horns, the one can’t hear the other j” “Haven’t we, though ?” answered Boots. “Ours is far bigger; for when a cow begins to go with a calf at one end of it, she don’t get to the other before her time is come.” “I dare say,” said the princess.— j “Well, .b.ut you haven’t such a big ox, after all, as -ourk yonder ; for when two men sit one on each horn, they can’t touch each other with a twenty foot rule.” “Stuff!” said Boots, “is that all ! Why, we have an ox who is so big that when two sit, one on each horn, and each blows his great mountain trumpet, they can’t hear one another.” “I dat-e say,” said the princess ; “but you haven’t so much milk as we, I’ll be bound; for w* milk our kine into, groat pails, and carry them in doors, iti d empty them into great tubs, and so we make great, great cheeses. ’' “Oh ! you do, do you ?” said Boots. ■ “Well, we milk ours into great tubs, and then we put them into carts and ' drive them in-doors, and then we turn them out into great brewing-vats, and so we make cheeses as big as houses. | We had, too, a dun mare to tread the 1 cheese well together, when it was ma king; but once she tumbled down in to the cheese, and we lost her; and after we had eaten at this cheese sev en years, we came upon a great dun mare, alive and kicking. Well, once .. after that, I was going to drive this mare to the mill, and her backbone snapped in two. But I was’nt put out, not I, for I took a spruce sapling, and put it into heT for a backbone all the while we had her. But the sap ling took root, and grew up into such a tall tree that I climbed right up to heaven by it; and when I got there, I saw the Virgin Mary setting and spinning the foam of the sea into pig’s bristle ropes; but jttst then the spruce fir broke short-off, and I couldn't get down again ; and so the Virgin Mary let me down by one of the ropes ; and down I slipped straight into a fox’s hole; and who should sit there but my mother and your father, cobbling shoes ! and just as I stepped in, my mother gave your father such a box on the ear it made his whiskers curl.” “ That’s a story!” said the prinj cess ; “my father neveT did any such thing in all his born days ! * | So Boots got the princess to >ifc, and haTf'the kingdViYn •* ' NO. 8.