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Bones, Brown & Cos., J. & 3. Bones & Cos.,
AUUUSTA, GA. ROME, GA.
Established 1825. Established 1860.
BONES, BROWN & CO.,
IMPORTERS
And dealers in Foreign & Domestic
HARDWARE
AVGUSTA GA..
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WITH
KEAN & CASSELS,
Wholesale and retail dealers in
Foreign and Domestic Dry Goods
209 Broad st., lat stand of H. F. Russel & Cos.
AUGUSTA, GA.
J.
Wholesale and retail dealers in
English White Granite & C. C. Ware
ALSO,
Semi-China, French China, Glassware, &c.
No. 244 Broad Street,
AUGUSTA, GA.
T. MARK WALTER,
MARBLE WORKS,
BROAD STREET,
Near Lower Market,
AUGUSTA, GA
THE AUGUSTA
Gilding, Looking-glass,Picture Frame
FACTORY.
Old Pict]irc Frames Re.<jilt to look hqual to
Lew. Oat Paintings Carefully Cleaned,
Lined and Varnished.
J. J. BROWNE, Agent,
346 Broad st., Augusta, Ga.
K. IT. ROGERS,
Importer and dealer in
RIM GUNS PISTOLS
And Pocket Cutlery,
Amin inition of all Rinds,
?45 BROAD BTREET, AUGUSTA, GA.
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DEALER IN
WINES, LIQUORS AND CIGARS
AUOCTST GA.
Agent for Fr. Schleifer ft Co.’s San Francisco
CALIFORNIA BRANDY.
Ml a (HU EUEQBOTT CHAMPAGNE.
E. R. SCHNEIDER,
Augusta, Clcoigla.
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J.RAOTD,
Carriage Mlanufact’r
ELBERTON, GEORGIA.
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Good Buggies, warranted, - $125 to $l6O
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T. M. SWIFT. MACK. ARNOLD
SWIFT & ARNOLD,
(Successois to T. M. Swift,)
dealers in
DRY GOODS,
groceries, crockery, boots and
SHOES, HARDWARE, See.,
Public S < D larc ! EI..M2RTOIV GA,
H. K. GAIRDIMER,
ELBERTON, GA.,
DEALER IN
lIY CODE. SIOCmUK.
HARDWARE, CROCKERY,
BOOTS, SHOES, HATS
Notions, &C‘
ELBERTON FEMALE
(Mepte|nstitute
The excvcises of this institute will be resum
ed on Monday, August 18th, 1873.
JttaT Fall term, four months. Tuition, $2.50,
$3.50, and $5 per month, according to class—
payable half in advance.
Mrs. Hkstkr will continue in charge of the
Musical Department.
Board in the best families can be'obtained at
from $lO to sls per month.
For further information address the Principal
H. P. SIMS.
THE GAZETTE.
ISTew Series.
CHANGED.
BY LONGFELLOW.
From the outskirts of the town,
Where the old milestone stood,
Now a stranger looking down,
I behold the shadowy crown
Of the dark and haunted wood.
Is it changed, or am I changed?
Ah ! the oaks are fresh and’green,
But the friends with whom I ranged
Thro’ their thickets are estranged
By the years that intervene.
Bright as ever flows the sea,
Bright as ever shines the sun;
But, alas! the)' seem to me
Not the sun that used to be,
Not the tides that used to run.
THE TELL-TALE DIAMOND.
On the night of January 10, 18—, the
Clifton Bank was entered by burglars
who made good their escape with thirty
thousand dollars in their possession. As
soon as the robbery became known, I re
paired to the bank and sought the presi
dent, to whom I presented my creden
tials, and made known my intentions of
beginning work at once. The old gen
tleman readily acquiesced, and together
we passed into the main office where sev
eral spruce looking young men were
scratching away as unconcernedly as if
they had not been engaged in an anima
ted discussion of the robbery only a min
ute before. I glanced at them sharply,
but saw nothing suspicious in their looks
and concluded that it would be a waste
of time to question them.
I examined the hick of the door open
ing upon the street, and found that it
had not been tampered wfth, although
the first arrival had found the door ajar.
I next turned my attention to a door
that opened in the rear, and found it se
curely locked, in which condition it had
been, so the president assured me, since
door ?” I inquired.
“Mr. N , the cashier, lias one, and
our janitor has the other.”
“Can either of these gentlemen be
summoned ?”
“Yes, both if needs be. Here Warren
run around to Mr. N’s and tell him
that I wish to see him immediately.”
The clerk addressed was about to obey,
when a sudden thought struck me and I
called him back.
“You need not trouble Mr. N ; but
if the janitor can be found ask him to
step down for a minute or two.”
In less than two minutes the clerk re
turned accompanied by the janitor—a
broad shouldered Irishman, whose an
swers to my questions were in such a
straight-forward manner, that I at once
exonerated him from all blame.
“You lock up after the clerks have gone
home, do you not ?” I inquired, looking
the man in the eyes.
“Yis, sometimes I does, an’ sometimes
I doesn’t,” was the laconic answer.
“When do you not ?”
“Whin Mr. N worrucks late o’
nights as has been the case putty much
o’ late.”
“Did you lock ixp last night?”
“Yis, sir, an’ wats more, tried every
dure afterwards.”
“At what time did you lock the door
there ?” and I pointed tow r ard the front
entrance.
“Well, as near as I can recollect, half
past siven.”
“Are you sure you shot the bolt into
the socket?”
“Aye! I could swear- that I locked the
door and left it locked.”
“How about the windows ? Did you
fasten them as well?”
“Yis, ivery won of thim.”
“Very good, sir, you may go now if you
wish, and I’ll investigate matters down
stairs.”
“Certainly, sir; but first let me get my
coat and hat. I am troubled with the
rheumatism, you observe, and have to
exercise more than usual care when de
scending to the vaults. I will be with
you in a minute or two,” and the old
gentleman disappeared within his private
office.
“The old hunks!” I heard someone
exclaim. “Devillisli careful of himself
ain’t he!” And then a snicker ran around
the room.
I judged from this that the “old hunks”
in question was something of a bugbear
to the gentleman avlio had just delivered
himself; but I had no time for reflection
for the old gentleman made his appear
ance at this instant and conducted me to
the vault below. The heavy iron door
ELBERTON, GEORGIA, AUGUST 13, 1873.
of the large vault in which the bank’s
funds were, stood wide open affording a
view of the interior, which presented a
scene and confusion not unfamiliar to my
eyes. Books and papers lay on the floor
in every direction, where they had been
thrown after gratifying the curiosity of
the burglars.
I stooped to pick up a crumbled docu
ment that lay at my feet, and as I did so
the sparkle of a gem, heretofore conceal
ed by the paper, caught my eye. With
a quick motion of the hand I picked the
stone from the floor and held it concealed
in the palm of my hand when I perused
the document, more to conceal the exul
tation I felt at obtaining so important a
clue, than for any other reason.
Having glanced at several papers sim
ilar to the one I first picked up, I began
a thorough search of the vault, which
proved fruitless; but the diamond in my
possession was sufficient foundation on
which to weave a net-work ox circumstan
tial evidence.
“Well, sir,” queried the president, as
I signified my intention of returning
above, “have you discovered anything
that would be likely to aid you in bring
ing the villains to grief ?”
I nodded.
“Ah ! then you will have no difficulty
in bringing the authors of this deed to
justice ?”
“None whatever.”
“Good! I am glad to hear you say
that. Only catch the perpetrators and
they shall be prosecuted to the full ex
tent of the law!” And he brought his
cane down as if to give force to his utter
ance.
“You may possibly have occasion to
retract the assertion,” I mentally added
as I made a few notes in my diary.
Having no further business at the bank
I took my departure and went to a cd£-
bratt ■ s cstnblial*y | --•'’i’aii!
Street! /file
me, and intuitively guessing my business,
conducted me to his private office.
“Well, Tracy, what's rrp?” he inquired
w hen we had become seated.
“Nothing unusual,” I replied, “You
have heard of the Clifton Bank robbery
I presume ?”
“The Clifton Bank ? Ah yes, did bear
some one remarking about it. There
was no account of it in the morning pa
pers.”
“No, I believe not. The affair was not
known in time for the reporters to get
hold of it. Well, sir, the bank has been
robbed to the tune of fifteen thousand
dollars, and I am engaged on the case.”
“Hum! Indeed ! Hope you’ll catch
the rascals, old boy. Dreadful state of
things to exist in a small city like this,”
and the little man twisted uneasily in his
seat.
“Not so bad as you imagine. Be calm
my friend; the parties that robbed the
Clifton bank likely to pay yorr a
visit.”
“Ah! I hope your surmises are cor
rect ; but pray tell me your reasons for
thinking as you do.”
“Certainly. In the first place, the bank
robbery is the work of one man, and he
is not a professional burglar; in the sec
ond place, the man cares more for green
backs than lie does for gold ornaments,
and w r ould not plunder your- place for all
there is in it; in fact, this very same par
ty ow-ned a diamond, but threw it away
rather than carry it around with him. It
is very pretty is it not?”
And 1 held the stone up to him.
The jeweller- took it, examined it close
ly, and retm-ned it to me with the re
mark :
“It is as you remark, a very pretty
stone, and I might add, very valuable for
a gem of its size. That is your clue I
presume ?”
“Yes ; the only clue I happen to pos
sess. Now, then, lam anxious to find
the ring to which this stone belongs, and
you will please allow me to see the rings
that have been left here for resetting since
the robbery.”
“With pleasure. Excuse me a mo
ment.”
And my friend disappeared, and re
turned a minute later, with a number of
rings on a tray, which he placed on a ta
ble and began to examine the label at
tached.
“Some of these rings have been in our
possession several days. All ! here’s one
received this morning. Jan. 11, diamond
setting,—E. Baker.”
And he read the inscription.
I took the ring from his hand and ex
amined it. It was a finely chased ling
of virgin gold, with the stone missing. I
fitted the diamond to the setting, and
passed it to my friend.
“By Jove ! Tracy, that is the very
ring you are in search of. Now, let me
see.”
And he went nearer the light.
“Yes there can be no doubt of it. The
stone sits in the setting nicely, and, now
that I think of it, it is of the same size
and.quality as ordered.”
“What name did you say the party
gave ?"
“Baker—Emily Baker.”
“Emily Baker! then it was a lady.”
“I presume so; at all events she look
ed and acted like one.”
“When is she to call for the ring ?”
“To-morrow afternoon.”
“I must see her when she calls, and in
order that I may play my cards to better
advantage, I shall enter- your ser-vice as
clerk. What do you say ?”
“I am perfectly willing, but take care
what you do, old boy; there may be some
mistake.”
“That is very true, and if such should
be the case, you may rest assured that I
shall discover it in time. Did I under
stand you to say that you had promised
to have the ring to-morrow afternoon ?”
“No, sir; I said nothing of the kind.
She said she would call for it to-morrow
afternoon, and I simply nodded an as
sent."
“Then lay the ring aside, and leave the
rest, to me. I shall call again to-mor
row; until then adieu.”
And I passed into the street.
I hid thus far met with better success
than £had anticipated, but I was nowise
elated! or thrown off my guard, for I
knew t had a genuine sharper to deal
wif '/whom it would be a difficult matter
to (.Vwit.
xithe day I visited several places
tattle g4ne of fara” was in full
lip several items of fti
terel f all of which tended to convince
me tifit I was on the right scent.
Eatfly next morning I repaired to my
frier jg’s estabhshment, and was assigned
a position behind the counter, where it is
needless to say, I felt ill at ease ; but
years of training and patient study had
enabled me to act almost any role to per
fection, and it was not long before the
feeling of uneasiness wore off.
The day dragged slowly along, for
trade was not very biisk, and the clerks
had but little to do besides reading the
papers and yawning at each other across
the glass cases.
Four o’clock ! Would the owner of the
ring never come 1 I asked myself the
question a hundred times, and was on
the point of saying so again, when the
door slowly opened and a heavily veiled
figure glided in and approached the coun
ter, and in a somewhat faltering voice in
quired :
“Is Mr. in ?”
“No madam he is not,” I replied, “Can
I do anything for you f”
“I daresay you can. I left a ring in
care of Mr. , for a diamond setting
which was to be ready this afternoon.
You will please let me have it, together
with the bill.”
“What name?” I inquired, bringing
out the tray containing the articles left
for repairs.
“Emily Baker.”
“Emily Baker,” I mused picking up
several rings and examining them. “It
does not appear to be among these. Ah !
I recollect what has become of it,” and I
replaced the tray and took from the glass
cases a small box, removed the lid, and
exposed the ring to view.
“Is that your ring madam ?”
“It is. Why has it not been attended
to ?”
“Simply because the original stone
has been recovered, and presuming that
you would prefer that to any other, we
have waited till we could hear from you. ”
“The original has been recovered ! I
do not understand you,” and her voice
sounded strangely masculine. “Pray tell
me where it was found.”
“Certainly. It was found just where
you left it—in the vault of the Clifton
Bank,” and I reached across the counter
and with the quickness of thought tore
the veil from the face of no less a person
age than the cashier of the Clifton Bank.
He saw that it was all up wnth him,
and quietly submitted to the handcuffing
process ; but when I took him before the
chief he broke down, and begged piteous
ly to be let off for the sake of his wife
and child.
When on trial he confessed tha,t he
had stolen the bank’s funds to liquidate
gambling debts, and having missed the
stone of his ring after the robbery, and
fearing tliat it might lead to his detec
tion had attempted to have it replaced,
as we have shown.
A philosophical Kentuckian who had
but one shirt, and was lying in bed while
the garment was drying on the clothes
line in the yard, was startled by an ex
clamation from his wife to the effect that
“ The calf had eaten it.” “ Well,” said
the Kentuckian, with a spirit worthy of
a better cause, “ well, them who liaß must
lose.”
Vol. 11.-ISTo. 16.
ODE VISITOR.
He came in with an interrogation point
in one eye, and a stick in one hand. One
eye was covered with a handkerchief and
one arm in a sling. His bearing was
that of a man with a settled purpose in
view.
“I want to see,” said he, “the man that
puts things into this paper.”
We intimated that several of us earn
ed a frugal livelihood in that way.
“WeH, I want to see the man which
cribs things out of the other papers. The
fellow who writes mostly with shears,
you understand.”
We explained to him that there were
seasons when the most gifted among us,
driven to frenzy by the scarcity of ideas
and events, and by the clamorous de
rnands of an insatiable public, in mo
ments of emotional insanity plunged the
glittering shears into our exchanges. He
went on calmly, but in a voice tremulous
with suppressed feelings, and indistinct
through the recent loss of a half a dozen
or so of his front teeth:
“Jirst so. I presume so. I don’t
know- much about this business, but I
w-ant to see a man—the man that printed
that little piece about pouring cold water
down a drunken man’s spine of his back,
and making him instantly sober. If you
please, I want to see that man. I would
like to talk with him.”
Then he leaned his stick against our
desk and spit on his serviceable hand,
and resumed Iris hold on the stick as
though he was weighing it. After stu
dying the stick a minute, he added in a
somewhat louder tone:
“Mister, I came here to see that ’ere
man. I want to see him bad.”
We told him that particular- man w r as
not in.
“Just so. I presume so. They told
me before I come that tire man I wanted
to see wouldn t be anywhere. I’ll wait
for him. I live up north, and I’ve walk
ed seven miles to converse with that man.
I guess I’ll sit down and wait.”
He sat down by the door and reflect
ively pomided the floor with his stick,
but bis feelings would not allow him to
keep still.
“I suppose none of you didn’t ever
pour much cold water down any drunk
en man’s back to make him instantly so
ber, perhaps.”
None of us in the office had tried the
experiment.
“Just so. I thought just as like as not
you had not. Well, mister, I have. I
tried it yesterday, and I have come sev
en miles on foot to see the man that
printed that piece. It wasn’t much of a
piece, I don’t think; but I want to see
the man that printed it, just a few min
utes. You see, John Smith, he lives
next door to my house, when I’m to home,
and he gets how-come-you-so every little
period. Now, when he’s sober, he’s all
right if you keep out of his way; but
when he’s drunk, he goes home and
breaks dishes, and tips over the stove,
and throws the hardware around, and
makes it inconvenient for his wife, and
sometimes he gets his gun and goes out
calling on his neighbors, and it ain’t plea
sant.
“Not that I want to say anything
about Smith; but me and my wife don’t
think he ought to do so. He came home
drunk, yesterday, and broke all the kit
chen windows out of his house, and fol
lowed his wife around with the carving
knife, talking about her liver, and after
a while he lay down by my fence and
went to sleep. I had been reading that
little piece ; it wasn’t much of a piece,
and I thought if I could pour some wa
ter down his spine, on his back, and
make him sober, it would be more com
fortable for wife, and a square thing to
do all around. So I poured a bucket of
spring water down John Smith’s spine
of his back.”
“Well,” said we, as our visitor paused
“did it make him sober ?” Our visitor
took a firmer hold of his stick, and re
plied, with increased emotion:
“Just so. I suppose it did make him
as sober as a judge in less time than you
could say Jack Robinson; but, mister,
it made him mad. It made him the mad
dest man I ever saw, and Mister John
Smith is a bigger man than me, and
stouter. He is a good deal stouter.
Bla— bless him, I never knew he w r as
half so stout till yesterday; and he’s han
dy with his fists, too. I should suppose
he’s the handiest man with his fists I ever
saw.”
“Then he went for you, did he ?” wc
asked innocentlv.
“Just so. Exactly. I suppose he went
for me about the best he knew; but I
don’t hold no grudge against John
Smith. I suppose lie ain’t a good man
to hold a grudge against; only I want UJ
see that man what printed that piece. I
want to see him bad. I feel as though
it would soothe me to see that man. I
want to show him how a drunken man
acts when you pour water down the
spine of his back. That’s what I come
for.”
Our visitor, who had poured water
down the spine of a drunk man’s back,
remained until about 6 o’clock in the
evening, and then went up the street to
find the man that printed that little piece.
The man he is looking for started for
Alaska last evening for a summer vaca
tion, and will not be back before Sep
tember, 1878.—Utica [N. Y.] Herald.
GOTLIEB SOHEEEER’S LITTIE JOKE.
There is an anecdote of Gotlieb Scheer
er, who, twelve years ago, was an active
Philadelphia politician, and Vice-Presi
dent Dallas, which is here first given in
print. Some thirty years ago Mr. Dallas
was cormsel in a case in Philadelphia,
and Mr. Scheerer was called in as a Wit
ness. The following questions were put
by Mr. Dallas:
“Mr. Scheerer, were you in Harrisburg
last June?”
“Last June, did you say, Mr. Dallas ?”
“Yes, last June ; don’t repeat nfy qu’es
tion, but answer it.”
After some moments of study thle an
swer came: “No, Mr. Dallas, I Was not
in Harrisburg last Jmre.”
“Were you in Harrisburg last July?”
“He reflected again, and slowly said,
‘No, Mr. Dallas, I was not in Harrisburg
in Jrrly.’”
“Wereyou therein August, Mr. Scheer
er ?”
The witness again meditated, anti said, 1
“No, Mr. Dallas, I was not there iir Au
gust.”
“Were you there in September ?"
Here Mr. Scheerer reflected longer
than before, and replied: “No, Mr. Dal
las, I was not in Harrisburg in Septem
ber.”
Mr. Dallas became tired of his Irarren
result, and raising his voice, said:
“Mr. Scheerer, will you tell thfe court
when you were in Harrisburg ?"
“Mr. Dallas,” said Scheerer, “I never
was in Harrisburg in my life,^*
The court, the audience, and Gbth'Cb
Scheerer enjoyed the joke, but Mr. Dal
las did not heartily partake of the rherri
rnent created.
ROBERTS OF DANBURY.'
When you are carrying several articles
and one of them slips, it is best not to
try to recover it. An Essex street man
named Roberts was helping his wife pre
pare the dinner table on Sunday, as one
of the deacons was to dine with them.
Roberts took a plate of steak in one hand
and the coffee-pot in the other, and had
a dish of peas on the arm with the steak.
The wind blew the dining-room door
partly to as he approached it, and put
ting out his foot to push it back, the arm
with the peas moved out of plumb, and
the dish commenced to slide. A cold
streak flew up Roberts’ spine, and his
hair began to raise, and he felt a sudden
sickness at the stomach, but he dodged
ahead to save the peas, partly caught
them, made a wrong move, lost them
again, jabbed at them with the coffee
pot, upset the steak dish, and in springing
back to avoid the gravy stepped on the
cat that belonged to the family down
stairs, and came to the floor in a heap,
with the steak and peas and a terribly
mad cat under him, and an overflowing
pot of scalding coffee on top of him.
Then he bounded up, and stamped on
the steak dish, and picked lip the other
dish and threw it out of the window, and
finished that performance in time to hurl
the coffee-pot and the remaining contents
after the cat, which was making the very
best time down the front stairway. The
deacon didn’t stay to dinner. Roberts
retired to the bed-room with a bottle of
sweet oil and a roll of Cotton batting,
and Mrs. Roberts went over to her moth
er’s to cry.—[Danbury News.
MIRTH AT MEALTIME.
Everybody should plan to have pleas
ant conversation at the table, just as they
have for good food. A little story-tell
ing, a little reading—it may be of hu
morous things, anecdotes, etc., will often
stimulate the joyous element of the mind
and cause it to act vigorously. Try and
avoid going to the table all tired out.
Let all troublesome topics be avoided.
Don’t scold domestics. Don’t discipline
children. Think and say something
pleasant. Cultivate mirth, and laugh
when anything witty is said. If possi
ble, never eat alone. Invite a friend of
whom you are fond, and try and have a
good time. Friendship and friendly in
tercourse at the table whets the appetite
and promotes the flow of animal spirits.
[Herald of Health.
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