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fjutgugta gtt'Stnc'S.s KEAN & CASSEL.S, Wholesale and retail dealers in Foreign and Domestic Dry Goods 209 Broad st., lat stand of H.F. Bussel & Cos. AUGUSTA, GA. J. MUItPHY & CO. Wholesale and retail dealers in English White Granite & C. C. Ware ALSO, Semi-China, French China, Glassware, &c. No 244 Broad Street, AUGUSTA GA. T7MARKW ALTER, MARBLE WORKS, BROAI) STREET, Near Lower Market, AUGUSTA, GA TIIE AUGUSTA Gilding, Looking-glass,Picture Frame factory. 01,] Picture Frames Regilt to look Equal to Ac.w. Old Paintings Carefully Cleaned, Lined and Varnished. J. J. BROWSE, Agent, 346 Broad st., Augusta, Ga. SCHNEIDER, DEALER IN WINES, LIQUORS AND CIGARS AUGUSTA, GA. Agent for Fr. Schleifer & Co.’s San Francisco CALIFORNIA BRANDY. iuibgsb gmequott champagne. E. It. SCHNEIDER, * Augusta, Georgia, Bones, Brown & Cos., J.& S. Bones & Cos., AUGUSTA, GA. ROME, GA. Established 1325. Established 1869. BONES, BHGWN & CO., IMPORTERS And dealers in Foreign & Domestic HARDWARE AUG-tJSTA CrA T 7! IT. I tOCUICItiA, -JL . Importer and dealer ... RMS. GIS PISTOLS And Pocket Cutlery, Aram- mition. of all Iviatls, 245 BROAD STREET, AUGUSTA, GA. REPAIRING EXECUTED PROMPTLY (gUiertcn §usiuß Cwif. LIGHT CARRIAGES & BUGGIES. : J. F. AULD, (Carriage /un ufact- r ELBERTON, GEORGIA. BEST WORKMEN! BEST WORK! LOWEST PRICES! Good Bug Rios, warranted, - Common Buggies - - - REPAIRING AND BLACKSMiTHING. Work done in this line in the very best style. Tlxo Best Harness My 2 2—l v 'J - . M. SWIFT. MACK ARNOLD SWIFT & ARNOLD, (Successors to T. M. Swift,) dealers in dry goods, GROCERIES, CROCKERY, BOOTS AND SHOES, HARDWARE, Ac., Public Square, ELBEKTON GA. H 7 K. GASRDNER, ELBERTON, GA„ DEALER IN MY SOUK. MOtMUS. HARDWARE, CROCKERY, BOOTS, SHOES, HATS Notions, &c- ELBERTON FEMALE Cfllkgiatf|iistituk THFj exercises of this institute will be resum ed on Monday, August 18th, lAtS. Fall term, four months. Tuition, $2.50, $3.50, and $5 per mouth, according to class— payable half in advance. Mrs. Hester will continue in charge of tin Musical Department. Board in the best families can be obtained at from slo'to sls per month. For further information address the Principal! g IT. P. SIMS. THE GAZETTE. New Series. A RACE WITH DEATH. “Sir, you’re an ass!” “ Sir, I’m not; I came here to sue for your daughter’s hand, and—” “And you expect me to give my daugh ter to a man who, whatever may be his other qualities, has not a copper in the world to bless himself with?” “ I know I have no money at present, sir, but I have hopes —” “ A pretty thing to begin housekeep ing on! Supposing you were married to-morrow, do you wish to live or die the day after? “Live, sir, of course.” “Why of course? To live you want food; if you want food, you want mon ey; and as you have no money you would get no food; and no food means starvation! Do you see that, sir?” “Yes, sir; but—” “But! There’s no but in the case. Now take a bit of advice from me, Mor timer, as one of your father’s oldest friends. Go and earn a living; and when you can show me that you can support my daughter if I give her to you—mind you, if — I shall be ready to talk you. Good morning. Bah!” and the testy but good natured old gentleman stumped out of the room, leaving me speechless sitting on the edge of a chair with my hat in my hand. All my hopes had been ruthless ly dashed to the ground. I had expect ed to argue the point with Mr. Clavering, as Bessie, his daughter, had assured me it would be all right if I only put the matter properly before him. We had mutually agreed that he would be sure to give his consent, and had laid no end of plans for the future, in which every thing but the question of money had been exhaustively considered. The ab rupt maimer in which this had now been brough up disconcerted me not a little, and I left the room not quite so certain that I did not resemble that generally good natured but otherwise unreliable quadruped to which Air. Clavaring had likened me in the course of our conver sation. At the door I met Bessie, with an an:;- ious expression of mingled anxiety and curiosity in her countenance. “Well, Jack, what did papa say?” “That I was an ass, Bessie.” “ Oh, I hope yor did not quarrel. I w p Q olVnirl fbpvq woo aorm>Hun(Y w v cur* or. as I heard him ordering deviled kidneys for lunch, and he never does that without he’s in a passion.” “ Bessie, the old gentleman asked me how we were going to live.” “Well, did you not tell him in a little cottage, with a garden in front, and a piggery, and a kitchen garden, and a fowl-house, and a little dairy, and— ’ “Yes, yes; but that’s not what he meant. He wanted to know where all the money was to come from to pay for all this.” “ Why, you were to proride the money, of course. You were to earn it.” “ Certainly; but your father wanted to know how.” “How? Well, you would —there now, you ought to know best surely. Don’t you?” “No, I do not, Bessie, and I think we ought to have thought of thiß before.” “Jack, I don’t wonder papa got in a passion with you, you're so stupid. I have a great mind to get angry with you myself.” “But, sweetheart, don’t you really think we ought to have considered how we were going to buy what we wanted?” “That was your business, not mine; and, Jack, if you look at toe like that I’ll box your ears.” “No you wont. I think you’re all in. a very bad temper this morning.” “Bo you? Now I tell you what it is, My. Jack. Till you find cut how we’re going to get money to live on I wont have anything more to say or to do with you at all. Don’t come near me now. I don’t love you a bit; I never shall, and I never did! And, Jack, when you’ve found out how, you’ll come and tell me first, wont you ? And away dashed Bes sie, leaving me at the garden gats, to which wo had walked during our conver sation. It was a lovely spring morning. All nature seemed in ecstacy at the prospect of approacliing summer. I alone was sad. I could not help feeling that I had made a mistake, and that I must have lowered myself considerably in the esti mation of old Mr. Clavering by appear ing so thoughtless and inconsiderate. True, I was but nineteen, and having lost my father early, had been brought up and educated by my mother alone, and so perhaps had rather less knowledge of the world than I should have acquired had I been sent to a public school or to the university. My position was by no means a bad one. The only son of a dis tinguished military officer, who Was not wealthy, but left what little he had to his widow during her lifetime. I might be said to have possessed a good education, and what was perhaps better, good pros pects. I had been invited by Mr. Cla vering, who was an old mi i ary comrade of my father’s, to spend a month with him at his residence at Morecombe Bay. During my stay I had learned first to and then to love his daughter, Bessie, and when my visit approached its ter mination had not only declared my love, but had asked permission to marry, with what result is known. Having been al ways tolerably well supplied with money I had never yet been brought to face with the great educator of humanity—the ne cessity of earing-one’s bread—and was, therefore, rather ignorant of some of the principal duties of life than unmindful of them. The bluff, common-sense of Bes- ELBERTON, GEORGIA* OCTOBER 1* 1873. sie’s father had compelled me to consider matters from a practical point of view, and I was now perhaps more angry with myself than with any one else. I walked on but finally resolved to return to the cottage and saddle Moro for a ride through the woods. Moro had been my father’s charger, and had been left me, with particular instructions as to his> care. He was a splendid horse of jet black color, of enormous strength. By the kindness of my host I had been al lowed to bring him with me, and many a pleasant ride had I had on his back with Bessie Clavering. As I re-entered the pleasant garden at tached to the cottage I strove in vain to catch a glimpse of Bessie, and reached the stable without having met anybody but the old gardenner, who saluted me with the usual “ How de do, sur ? I was soon by the side of Moro, who gave a neigh of delight as I entered. It did not take long to put on his saddle, and as I left the yard I learned from the old groom that Miss Claveaing had ridden out alone about a quarter of an hour be fore me. I was certainly much chagrined at this, and made several mental resolves to be fully revenged as soon as I could get a convenient opportunity. I turned down a lane that led to the bridle-path along the top of the cliff, and letting the reins fall over Muro’s neck, ababandoned myself to building castles in the air, in the erection of which Bessie took a very prominent part. The spot was ad mirably adapted to meditation. To my left a small wood, through the breaks in which glimpses of the rising upland were caught every lo.v and then, straight ahead a broad expanse of purple heath er, and to my right the rugged, steep cliffs, at the foot of which a vast tract of sand, as the sea, owing to the flat shore, retires a distance of nearly four miles; far away in the distance, the bright dan cing waters, with a sail or two in sight, and over the whole a glorious expanse of blue, across which the light morning air blew a few white scudding clouds. Some tliree and a half miles from the shore there extended right along the coast a low sand bank, which was at once a source of pleasure and danger to the inhabitants and the fishermen. When the tide flowed the sea beat against the bank for some time, till at last with an angry. ii/aix, Xu oLu.muim.ueu. me obstacle ailQ. came tearing down the incline like a very avalanche. Many accidents resulting in loss of life had taken place, owing to the ignorance and carelessness of tourists and others, who, lulled into a state of fancied security by the distance of the sea, would wander about on the sands till overtaken by the tide, when they were placed, as it were, in an instant, beyond human assistance, and were invariably lost. Danger signals and notices had been put up in every prominent position by the authorities, who were accustomed also at the turning of the tide to fire a signal gun; but, with all that, the sands were so tempting, and the very breeze that wafted across them so delicious, that a day seldom passed without some party or other, generally mounted ven tured upon them. As I looked down I could see nothing but a solitary speck in the distance, which I soon after made out, through a little pocket-glass I always carried, to be a person on horseback cantering along. I paid no particular attention at the time and continued my way, gathering up the reins as Moro broke into a gentle trot. I was now on the edge of the cliffs, where a single false step would at once have precipitated me on Sknds below, and although Moro was wonderfully sure footed and well ac quainted with the path, I moved along with considerable caution. The beauty of the scene and the exercise soon dis pelled the gloominess that had oppressed me, and as my blood began to circulate more quickly my spirits rose and I com menced to sing right merrily. The path now took a sudden turn by a deep gorge, and as I did not wish to go round it, a distance of nearly a mile, I resolved to put Moro across it; so pat ting him gently on the neck, for I never touched him with spur or whip, I called I to him. The noble old horse understood me at once, and increased his speed. On we went, the pace getting faster and fas ter, till, at the gorge, Moro rose with a splendid bound and alighted safely on the other side. I now got a full view of the sands again, and found that I was considerably nearer the person on horse back below—in fact that we had been moving toward one another. At that moment Moro suddenly stop ped, and tossing his head in the air, gave a loud neigh. Somewhat astonished at this proceeding, I looked more carefully, and perceived by the flutter of the dress that the person on horseback was a lady. I became more interested, and taking out my glass discovered that it was no other than Bessie, who had been cantering along on the sands on a mare that her father had lately bought her. Moro had. no doubt recognised his stable compan ion. I debated with myself whether I should return atid, by taking a short cut, meet her on her way home, in order to upraid her with her misconduct in going out alone. While I was cogitating Moro ut tered a snort of alarm. I looked and be held a sight that for the moment took away my breath. From some causa or other Bessie’s horse appeared to have ta ken fright andbecameunmanageable; all at once it tore away like the wind in the direction of the sea. At the Same mo ment I heard the distant boom of the signal gun, which announced that the tide was just about to turn. The full horror of the situation now flashed across me. Unless the mare ■could be stopped in time, my love would be overtaken k by the [sea and lost before my eyes. A cold chill took pos session of me, and for a moment I sat motionless. Bessie’s figure was already becoming smaller as she was borne rap idly onward. “Now or never, Moro!” I said, as I rose in the stirrups; and the gallant old horse seemed to understand me, for he impa tiently pawed the air w T ith his fore feet. The next thing was how to get upon the sands. “The gorge! oh, the gorge!” I touched Moro, and in a few seconds we had reached it. It was a frightful declivity, and the de scent seemed impossible; yet it was my only chance, and I determined to attempt it. Carefully, and with the greatest cau tion, I guided Moro, and after a few mo ments of agonized suspense gained the sand. I knew I had only one course be fore me—to pursue the mare and then attempt to race the tide. “Moro!” I shouted, “Moro! we ride to save my love.” Moro shook nr nself as if he knew what a tremendous effort was de manded of him, and sett l ed down to his work. By this time Bessie was quite half the distance toward the sea. Would I reach her in time? In order to lighten the weight I threw away my overcoat, my hat, coat, and waistcoat. I called upon Moro; he seemed to fly. We were gain ing upon the mare evidently, but still the awful question arose to my lips— “ Would it be in time?” I could already hear the roar and surge of the waters, and the rising wind warned me that the tide would that morning probably exceed its usual height. My blood was thor oughly up. I determined to either save my love or to perish with her. We were now but half a mile apart. I shouted till I was hoarSe, but all to no effect, for the wind was dead in our faces. Moro seemed to participate in my excitement, and strained every nerve to oyer take the mare. We were not more than two hun dred yards distant from the sand bank against which the waves were dashing with unwonted force. Another second and the mare would have passed the bapk, be over whelmed by the raging wa j ; "'i would be lost. I screamed ' iiTmyTigony. I thought 1 heard a low wail in response. I shut my eyes, as I could not bear to look, but opened to cm again immediately, as Moro gave a whin ny of pleasure- “Ah! what is that?” The mare had stumbled and thrown Bes sie, and then plunged wildly, in her tei*- ror and fury into the waves. In an in stant I was along side my love, had dis mounted and was kneeling by her. “Bessie! Bessie! oh my darling, are you dead? Oh, speak to me! speak to me!” After a few moments, which seemed to me an age of torture, she opened her eyes and said, fainly “‘Jack, my best beloved save yourself; the tide will be over the bank in a second or two. Give my love to dear papa.” Then, exhausted, she fell back in a dead faint. I tore my hsjr despair; I raved like a madman. What could Ido ? At last I became calmer, for a desperate resolve had taken posses sion of me. Moro should have a double burden, and we would try and outstrip the tide; we would race with death. I soon place my darling across the saddle and leaped up behind her as the first spray came flashing over the br!r. x knew not an instant co be lost. “We started Ae shore. I patted Moro. I said to him, “Moro, you bore my father through the ranks of death at Balaklava. Oh, save his son!” To add to my ago ny I now perceived that a storm was im pending. The sky was overcast; heavy drops of rain began to fall, and every now and then a lurid flash lit, up the darling air. We were now but two miles from the shore, and if I could only reach the gorge in time, I knew we were saved. I caUed again upon Moro. The noble horse for the first tune uttered sighs of distress. Anew terror now seized ifi" — would Moro’s strength last? I turned and looked, and through the blinding rain saw, to my horror, that the sea was already breaking over the bank. It would be upon us almost directly. I urged Moro on afresh, bnt the poor animal ap peared unable to increase his speed. Boom! boom! “Ah! what is that ? Thank God, we have been observed, and they are hasting to our help! The signal-gun ! ‘•Moro, my Moro, but a few seconds lon ger !” We tore along. Bessie still lay insensible in my arms. The cliffs now rose frowning before us. Another bun dled yards and we are saved. “On Mo ro, on! I hear the roar of the descending tide.” Once more I turned, and as the lightning flashed, I saw the waters rag ing and surging almost at the horse’s heels. At that moment Moro staggered. The sea was upon us and over us. I heard a ringing in my ears. I gave one last, one agonized shrieck, and remember ed no more. I awoke an found myself in a warm bed, surrounded by compassionate faces. Mr. Clavering came, forward. “You must not excite yourself, my boy,” he 6aid. “Bessie is well.” “And Moro ?” I asked. “Is well too,” he said. Do you want to know whether I mar ried Bessie? If you do go to More combe Bay, ask for the Hawthorne’s and maybe you’ll see an old black military charge, almost blind, with two or three curly-headed little urchins on his back, all laughing and clapping then- hands as he carries them daintily up and down the path. Switzerland has 43 daily papers. Vol. 11.-JSTo. 23. COLORED ADVERTISEMENTS. A Jo-Coso correspondent submits the following novel advertisements to the notice of the readers of McDuffiie Journ al as a sample of the coming style, when the friends of the “man and broth er” gets complete possession of their rights : TO DE LUBLIO. Some misdisposed pusson having ’ported ’bout me, dat Silas Widgeon he butt a doo’ down, and dat I tried to do de same, and couldn’t butf so well as Silas, dis is to ’quest de public to ’spend dar ’pinion ’bout me and Silas till de facks can be ’splained to dar satisfac tion. Cyrus .Amboy. BALL OB CULLAR. A cullud bawl will be giben on Satur day night, in de sullur kitchen ob Massa Smith. De cumpany is quested not to come in till missus is gone to meetin’, as cake will be handed round, and missus sometimes quires wha de Hour and su gar comes from. Chloe White. Phillis Crow. BOARD. Ten or fifteen families can be commo datek wid board in my sullur in Antlio ny street. Job Gum. lost. Dis chile hab lost a pairsol, in gwine home from a bawl tudder night. Whom somebber finds de same is tickularly quested to leab him at dis office, andpay for dis adbertisement. Dinah Cole. GET OFF MY HEEL. Whereas sartin white folks get on my heel ebery Sunday in cornin’ out ob de church; darfore dis is to caution de public to keep off my heel in peril ob de law. Deacon Snow. $5 REWARD. De bove reward will - y ’ Q any _ body dat will conwict dem pussons on corner ob Franklin street dat holler out “Crow” ebery time lis gwine pass by dat ar corner. I wish I had dem fel lers down in Richmond, where gemble men ob cullur can do wliat dey please, wide white folks. Cato Ney. hot CORN. Charity Phillips has her hot corn ready ebery washin’ day, as she can boil her corn in de same pot wid de close, which saves fuel. One cent for little years; two cents for big ones—no ter.. outrage. Yesterday arternoon, in de ebenin, a couple ob cullud ladies pushed a white gal off ob de sidewalk, when der purpos terous white wench • gib sass to de two spectable cullud ladies, and told uUlli dey CUglit to be shamed ob demselves. We blushes at de thought, and we ’spec fully axes where was de perlice all dat time. MARRIED. On de fifty lebenth ob last month, by de Rev. Deacon Snow, Mr. Saul Jumbo, lately diworced from bis tenth wife, and Miss Phillis, grass widder ob de late Mr. Paul Wright, and seberal odders, too numerous to menshun. Boff ob pur chas comer. No cards played at de wed din. DIED. On de twentieth ob July, next, Fortu natus Cole, at de larming age ob 100 years. He was a slave all dat time, and died when he got his freedom, partly from joy, but mostly from de want ob something to eat. Suffer little chilums to come unto me, for de wages ob sin am death, and de last day obdat man am wusser dan de fust. NOTICE. De siety for equal diwision ob prop erty, and a law agin de marriage ob two pussons ob de same cullin’, will con bene at Fanuel Hall, Boston, next Tues day. Luke Sfatee, Pres. CLAM SOUP. Peter Washington goes out to white washing, and clam soup ready at six o’clock —no trust. WANTED. Boy wanted at this office to keep de flies off de edditur’s head, and a white boy to do de dirty work ob de or fice. % CON. What is the difference between a ve terinary surgeon, and a longshoreman ? One is a horse doctor, and the other is a dock hoister. What is the difference between a jailor and a jeweler ? One watches cells, and he other sells watches. GEN. TAYLOR AS A HISTORIAN. Gen. Taylor, although an excellent soldier, and a man of strong good sense in the every-day affairs of life, had boon educated in the camp, and knew no more of statesmanship or the operations of government than a Comanche Indian ; nor was he distinguished for colloquial accomplishments or narrative or descrip tive talent. Then ho had a habit of hes itation in conversation that amounted to almost a stammer. He spoke in a terse, sentatious style upon subjects with which he was familiar, and his sugges tions, especially on military matters, were marked by a quick perception and a sound judgement. But he was never diffuse or demonstrative, and wasted no words upon anybody. Judge Butler, a colleague in the Senate of Mr. Calhoun calling to pay his respects to the President, begged him to describe the manner in which the battle of Buena Vista was fought. His brother, Pierce Butler, commanding the Palmetto Regi ment, and a very gallant officer, fell in the battle, and the Judge was naturally anxious to learn the particulars of that desperate contest. “Well, well, Judge, you want to know how the thing was done. Como and dine with me to-day and 111 tell you all I know about it.” Judge Butler was a hasty, imperious man, and the words flowed from his mouth in a torrent whenever he had oc. casion to speak. He was all impatience during the dinner and the moment they were alone he brought up the subject of the battle. “Yes, yes, Judge, your brother was a brave man, and behaved like a tine sol dier. But about the battle —you want to know how it was fought ? “Yes, General, if you will bo so kind. I wish to learn liow your troops wpro disposed on the field, and how you post ed them to resist a force so overwhelm iug. Santa Anna must have outnum bered you at least four or five to one.” “Tho difference was greater than that, I think, but we didn’t stop to count the Mexicans. I knew there was a heavy force, and longed for a couple of regi ments more of regulars.” “Undoubtedly," said the Judge; “but what was your order of battle ? “Why, why, you see Judge, went to fe ting early in the morning the first day,"and we fit all day long, losing.® good many men, and at night it looked pretty bad.” “Well, what next ?” “When it got dark I rode over to Sal tillo to look after our stores and to pro vide against a surprise. “Why did you go yourself? Why not send one of your aides ?” “You see, everything depended on not having our supplies cut off, and I want ed to see after things myself?” “How was it the next morning when you come on the field?” inquired Judge Butler. . “Not much change since the night be- fore.” ~ “Who was the first man that you met. “General Wool.” “And wliat did ho say? “All is lost.” “What was your reply 1 ?” “Maybe so, General —we’ll see,’ and upon that we went to fighting again, and fit all that day, and toward night it looked better.” The Judge, looking rather blank, ask ed— “ What next?” “Well, the morning it was reported to me that Santa Anna and all his men had disappeared in the night, and I was very glad to be rid of them so.” BILLINGSGATE OUTDONE. Johnson once made a bet with Boswell that he could go into the fish market and put a woman in a passion without say ing a word she could understand. Tho Doctor commenced by silently indicating with his nose that her fish had passed that state in whidh a man’s olfactories could endure their odor. Tho Billings gate lady made a vebal attack in common parlance. The Doctor answered: “You are an article, madam.’ “No more of an article than yourself, you misbegotten villian.” “You are a noun, woman.” “You —you, ’ stammered: the woman, choking with rage at a list of titles she could not understand. “You are a pronoun.” The bedlam shook her fist in speacli less rage. “You are a verb, an adjective, a con junction, a preposition, an interjection!” suddenly continued the Docter, applying the harmless epithets at proper inter vals. The nine parts of spoech completely conquered the old woman, and she flung herself down in the mud, crying with rage at being thus “blackguarded” in a set of unknown terms, which not under standing, she could not answer. God is love;