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fuipsiia gttsincsis <Lmb. SCHNEIDER, DEALER IN WINES, LIQUORS AND CIGARS AUGUSTA, GA. Agent for Fr. Schloifer & Co.’s San Francisco CALIFORNIA. BRANDY. HHOQifl CUEQUGT7 CHAMPAGNE. E. H. SCHNEIDER, __ Augusta, Georgia. E. M. ROGERS, Importer and dealer in RIFLES, GONS PISTOLS And Pocket Cutlery, Amm inition of all Kinds, 245 BROAD STREET, ADGDSTA, GA. REPAIRING EXECUTED PROMPTLY V? .11. HOWARD C. 11. HOWABI). w.n. Howard, jr. W. H. HOWARD & SONS, COTTON FACTOBS AND cum iinms COR. RAY AND JACKSON STS., AUGUSTA, GA. Commissions for Selling Cotton $1 Per Bale. Bagging and Ties Furnished. ORDERS TO SEED OR HOLD COTTON STRICTLY OBEYED. Particular attention given to Weighing Cotton. (£lbcrton guguif.ss Cards. USHT BUGGIES. ,T. E. AlJlaip, (JaBIAGb||UwAITR ELHERTOV, GEORGIA. REST workmen: REST WORK! IA) WEST PRICES! Good Busfgies, warranted, - $125 to $l6O Common Baggies - - - SIOO. REPAIRING AX BbAOKSMITIIING. Work done in this line in tlie very lx;st style. The Host Harness My 22-1 v T' M. SWIFT. MACK ARNOLD SWIFT & ARNOLD, (Successor lo T. M. Swift,) dealeks IX DRY GOODS, GROCERIES, CROCKERY, BOOTS AND SHOES, HARDWARE, &c., Public Square, GA, H. K. GAIRDNER, ELBERT ON, GA, DKAI.F.R IN DRY Hllf HICIIIE. HARDWARE, CROCKERY, BOOTS, SHOES, HATS Notions, &o- EtBEUTON FEMALE Collcgiatejnstitutc fIAHE exercises of tliis institute will be resum- I ed on Monday, August 18ih. 1873. terra, four months. Tuition, $2.50, $3.50, and $5 per mouth, according to class payable half in advance. Mrs. HkStek will continue .in charge of tbs Musical Department. Hoard in the best families can be obtained at from $lO to sls per month. For further information address the Principal, H. P. SIMS. JOHN T. OSBORN, ATTORNEY AT LAW ELBERTOS, ftA. Will give undivided attention to law cases. ANDREW HALE HIGH SCHOOL PLBERTON. ga- P. E DAVANT, A M., - - Piticipal GEO. Q. QUILLIAN, - - A^Maui Fall term commences Monday, Aug. 19, 1872. riAHE course of instruction in this institution _L is thorough and by the analytic system. The pupils are taught to think and reason for themselves. Boys will be thoroughly prepared for any class ill college. Those desiring aspeedy preparation for business can take a shorter course in Analytic Arithmetic, Surveying, Book keeping, &c. The discipline of tiie school will be firm and inflexible. An effort will be.padfin all cases to* control students by appealing to their sense of duty and honor, but at all events the discip line will be maintained. Kales of Tuition: Ist class, $2.50 permonth ; 2d class, $3.50; 3d class, ss—one-half in ad vance. Board in good families $lO per month THE GAZETTE. ISTew Series. A MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE. I “My dear,” said mamma, “now you’ve 1 an opportunity of ingratiaing yourself with Aunt Rebecca.” “I don’t know that I particularly de sire to do so,” I remarked, rather test ily. “Don’t show your temper, my dear,’’ said mamma. “That’s your chief fault my child. You know that your aunt is an old lady, and not likely to live very long, and that is one thing you should remember.” “She’ll live long enough to say some thing sarcastic at my funeral, probably,” said I. “My dear,” said mamma, “there you go again. You know as well as Ido that your great-aunt is an excellent wo man.” “And has SIOO,OOO to leave in hex will,” said I. “Exactly.” “And lam no time-server. I shan’t stand and wait for dead aunt's shoes,’ said I. “I don’t want you to do it,” said she; “but it would be very nice that she should remember you. One can do a great many pleasant things with mon ey." I was the eldest of nine children, the youngest being just one year old. We lived in a little country place, and my father was a Presbyterian clergyman.— The congregation considered his salary tremendous, and mamma’s black silk dess quite good enough for a clergy man’s wife. As for mamma, she was al ways darning stockings, or turning dresses, or the parlor carpet, or wonder ing how the mutton would look after three or four brother clergymen from another State, who walked directly to the pastor’s house as though it was a hotel, had finished their meal. We al ways had on hand a clergyman, or a deacon, or a colporteur. Nowand tlien tfeese latter turned oat to be impostors, who had packed up a few tracts and good books in order to board cheaply at clergymen’s houses, but we never suspected the next new comer on that account. Poor things! many of them could make allowances for the parlor carpet and the small joint from their own experience. Aunt Rebecca had been mortally of fended when mamma married pappa, and had said that “she wished she had married a chimney-sweep, because he would have earned his breakfast before he ate it.” She believed in clergymenin the abstract, however, and went to church regularly. Not to papa’s church; to a much more stylish one at the other end of the town, near which she lived, with two servants, a man and woman, and a pet poodle.— She did not often honor-ns with a visit or a note, but to-day one had come, ask ing mamma to send me over. An awful thing had happened. The man had married the maid, and both had taken leave together. “This horrible ingratitude leaves me without help,” wrote my aunt Rebec “Send Hannah to meat once.” And I had declared to myself that I would not go. However, I obliged mamma, of course, and after some grumbling, packed a lit tle traveling bag and walked over to my grand aunt’s residence, in no amiable state of mind. I found her no better than myself, and was told that I had not been invited for my company, but in or der that I might remain at home while she went to New York for new serv ants. ‘•I shall expect you to put the house to rights and have dinner well cooked by six o'clock, said Aunt itebecca; and by way of payment I’ll bring you anew dress. You need one. You are awful shabby.” “I wouldn’t let any old lady go with out her dinner. As for your new dress, keep it yourself. You need one too.” For Grand aunt Itebecca had a fashion of wealing old silks and satins until they split, and of trimming her garments with real lace iu its last stages, rich woman as she was. “Saucy girl,” said Aunt Itebecca.—- “However, it is in you. What is born in the blood always comes out in the flesh.” Whereupon Aunt Rebecca flounced up stairs to make ready for her journey, I took off my hat and made up my mind ELBERTON, GEORGWECEMBER 3, 1873. that I would never enter her | > In fifteen minutes she came aHn stairs in an antediluvian cloak of||pe richest silk, and an ancient bonnet Mm twenty-five years before had cost “Good-bye to you,” said she. ner is given out; you’ve only to cdok it —six, remember, is the hour. Twill stick to my bargain. I will buy you a blue merino, ten yards. You can make it out of ten yards if you are ecojgpm- I made her no answer—and she de parted. I saw her leave the parlor door. I cannot say I saw her go any father.— When it became necessary for me to give my testimony I could not absolute ly swear that I saw her go down the street; but my impression was then that she walked to the'corner, turned it, and tooke the train for New York at the de pot. I had been in the habit of living in the midst of a large family, and the solitude of my aunt’s house oppressed me. A vague fear of burglars or sneak thieves troubled me, and my first care was to lock up all the pantries, the cellar door, and fasten the keys to a cord at my waist. Then I swept and dusted, fed the poodle, watered the flowers, and having lunched on bread and butter, made up my mind there was nr thing more to do for several hours, and went out into the garden with a book, which so occupied me that I found that it was four o’clock when I closed it at the last page. It was’liigh time to begin preparations for dinner, and I went to work with a will. I was in a better temper, and be sides I bad no wish to disgrace myself. I did my best. No cook reed to have been ashamed of my handiwork, as it s it in its uncovered dishes on the waiting for aunt’s r six. * 1 ; expected Aim t Re becca. I remember standing at the dining room window and watehing the people go by from the depot. I was so posi tive that Aunt Rebecca would appear the next moment, that when all had pass ed and she cam-3 not, 1 felt quite startled, indeed. : “She must have stopped on the wry,” I said; but the hours passed on and did not bring her. It was seven—it was eight—it was nine o’clock, and my din ner simmered on the range, totally spoiled, and still Aunt Rebecca did not come. There were no more trains from New York that night. What could have hap pened, I was despite my bad temper rather more than soft-hearted. I began to feel alarmed. “Poor old thing!” I thought; “she ought not to travel aloae. If anything has happened to her in the city, it will be dreadful.” Then I began to cry softly to myself, but after all, she was so queer. It might be she had stayed at some friend s, or at a hotel. I took courage. I drove away all my tears. At ten o’clock I retired to bed, and the shriek of the early train awak eued me. But Aunt Rebecca did not come by the early train, or by any oth er. At three o’clock that afternoon I sent a boy for my fathei’, and gave my self up to despair. My father arrived post-haste. “What is this about Aunt Rebecca ? ’ he said. I told him. He looked grave, and asked where she had gone. I knew the address of the intelligence office where she expected to find her servants, and gave it to him. “The first thing to do,” said he, “is to go there and make inquiries. If I run down on the next train I can be back by the six o’clock one. And off my father ‘running, around the comer like a boy, and terri fying me for his safely should he attempt to catch the train after it had started for the city. However, that he caught it safely was proven by the fact that he returned safe and whole at six— safe, but, alas ! with dreadful tidings. Aunt Rebecca had not been seen at the office, nor at her friend's; and the conductor of the train, who knew her well, could not remember having taken her down the day before. No sign or token of her existence the previous morning. She had disappear , peared. This was all very dreadful. By this time the news had spread everywhere.— Mamma and the two eldest had come over. The physician had dropped in, and a number of neighbors. We sat in the front parlor, and talked of Aunt Rebec ca. “She was quite elderly,” said the doc tor, “and stout. Probably she had an attack of apoplexy, and been taken to an hospital. When he said this mamma began to cry. “Poor dear!” she said. “I cannot bear to think of it. Why did you not go to the hospital, Mr. Bradman. I should have thought of it, my dear, I know.” “I will go at once,” said my father, sorrowfully. “There is not another train to night,’ ’ said Mr. Bobbs from next door. “But I tell you, why not call in Mr. Noggins ? He’s a New York detective. He will be certain to find her if she is alive any where.” Then somebody went for Mr.- Nog gins, the New York detective. He came at once. “Robbed and murdered,” was this gentleman’s verdict; at which I shriek ed aloud. “Had she money with her?” he ask ed. “I suppose she had some,” I replied, awkwardly. “Robbed, of course—maybe gagged and-thrown into the Hudson,” said Mr. Nogins; “perhaps drugged and locked up somewhere.” “Poor aunty!’’ said I. And I shrieked again: “Oh, ungrateful wretch that I was to be so saucy, and the poor dear was go ing to buy me a blue merino ! Oh! oh ! It is awful 1 I can’t bear it! Ear • • . . “Look here, young lady," said the de tective, “I’ve got a question to ask you You were here alone with your aunt yesterday V “Yes, sir, I was,” said I amidst my tears. “Were you and your aunt on good terms ?” ‘•I—I—I don’t know—not very,” I stammered. “You had a quarrel with her V said he. “Yes, sir,” said I, “we had a little quarrel. ” The detective looked at me very grave ly. “What are those at your waist ?” he asked. “They are the house-keys,” I answer ed. “Did your aunt give them to you ? ’ he asked. ‘ ‘No,” said I. “Give them to me,” said he sternly. “Ladies and gentlemen, I have great ex perience in such matters. I have no doubt we shall find the lady weltering in her blood somewhere on her own premises. Don’t allow that young lady to leave the room. My supicions point toward her. Mr. Bradman, come with me, we must search the house, thorough- Then came a moment in which the neighbors looked at me in horror; and my mother, with a wild shriek, fell over upon a sofa near by. in a severe fainting fit. They searched the house—my poor father in a state of boiling indignation, the detective cool as a cucumber. They found no gory body under the cellar paving stones, of course, but in an up per wardrobe, whither she had gone for her parasol, and into which I had locked her. They found Aunt Rebecca alive, though half suffocated and nearly starv ed. She said she had been shrieking all the while, ami I do not doubt it, from her hoarse condition. Having beaten me with her parasol until she broke it, she exonerated me from an attempt at murder, and ordered me and everybody connected with me out of her house. No one blamed her for her indigna tion, and everybody blamed me for my stupidity, of course. I was taken home in ignominy, and two months afterward my aunt Rebecca solemnized her nup tials with the deteetive, Mr. Noggins, and our hopes of her fortune came to an end for ever. Vol. 11.-No. 32. AGRICULTURE A ERAUD. The Cincinnati Times has this on ag riculture : The basest fraud on earth is agricul ture. The deadliest ignus fatuus that glittered to beguile and dazzled to betray, is agriculture. I speak with feeling on this subject, for I've been glittered and beguiled, and dazzled and destroyed by this same arch deceiver. She has made me a thousand promises, and broken ev ery one of them. She has promised me early potatoes, and the rain has drowned them; late potatoes and the drouth has withered them. She has promised me summer squashes, and the worms have eaten them; winter squashes, and the bugs have devoured them. She has pro mised me cherries, and the curculio has stung them, and they contain living things, uncomely to the eye and unsavo ry to the taste. She has promised straw berries, and the young chickens have de voured them, and the eye cannot see them. She has promised tomatoes and the old hens have encompassed them, and the hand cannot reach them. No wonder Cain killed his brother. He was a tiller of the soil. The wonder is that he didn’t kill his father, aud then weep because he hadn’t a grandfather to kill. No doubt liis Early Rose potatoes for which he paid Adam $7 a barrel, had been cut down by bugs, from the head waters of the Euphrates. His Pennsylva nia wheat had been winter killed, and wasn’t worth cutting. His Norway oats had gone to straw, and would not yield five pecks per acre, and his black Span ish watermelons had been stolen by boys, who had pulled up the vines, broken down the patent picket fence, and writ ten scurrilous doggerel all over his back gate. No wonder he felt mad when lie saw Abel whistling along with his fine French merinoes worth $8 a head, and wool going up every day. No wonder he wanted to kill somebody, and thought he'd practice on Abel. And Noah's getting drunk was not at all surprising. He had become a husband man. He had thrown away magnificent opportunities. He might have had a mo nopoly of any profession or business. Had he studied medicine there would not have been another doctor within a thousand miles to call him “Quack,” and every family would have bought a bottle of “Noah’s Compound Extract of Gopher Wood and Anti-Deluge Syrup.” Asa politician, he might have carried his own will’d solid, and controlled two-thirds of the delegates in the convention. Asa lawyer, he would have been retained m every case tried at the Ararat Quarter Sessions, or the old Aik High Court of Admiralty. But he threw away all these advantages and took to agriculture. For a long time the ground was so wet he could raise nothing but sweet flag and bullrushes, and these at last became a drug in the market. What wonder that when he did get half peck of grapes that were not stung to death by Japhet’s ho ney bees, lie should have made wine and drowned his sorrows in a “flowing bowl. The fact is agriculture would demoralize a saint. I was almost a saint when I went into it. I’m r demon now. I’m at war with everything. I fight myself out of bed at 4 o’clock, when all my better nature tells me to lie still till 7. I fight myself into the garden to work like a brute, when reason and instinct tell me to stay in the house and enjoy myself like a man. I fight the pigs, the chick ens, the moles, the birds, the bugs, the worms—everything in which is breath of life! I fight the docks, the burdocks, the mulleins, the thistles, the grapes, the weeds, the roots —the whole vegetable kingdom. I fight the heat, the frost, the rain, the hail—in short I fight the uni verse, and get whipped in every battle. —“ Some years ago,” said old Hank, “I took a bed-bug to an iron foundry, and dropped it into the ladle where the melted iron was, and had it run into the skillet. Well, my old woman used that skillet pretty steady for the last six years, and here the other day she broke it all to smash, and what do you think, gen tlemen, that 'ere insect just walked out of his hole, where he’d been lying like a frog in a rock, and made tracks for his old roost up-stairs. But, by George, gen tlemen, he looked mighty pale.” A lady recently said to an Irish man servant, “I wish you would step over and see how old Mrs. Jones is this morning.” He returned in a few minutes with the information that Mrs. Jones was seven ty-two years old. WASHINGTON. CORRESPONDENCE OF THE GAZETTE. Washington City, Nov, 17,1873. Mr. Editor: Notwithstanding our rep utation as a “ money worshiping nation,” questions of finance—“panic,” “resump tion,” “inflation," “contraction," et id omne genus —have incontinently given way to the now all-absorbing topic— “ Cuba!” The disastrous effects Jof the “ late unpleasantness ” seem to be for gotten in the new excitement, and the Press teems with editorials and our pol iticians are loud in their cries for “War! War!” They are oblivious of the Ala bama while considering the Virginius, and shut their eyes to the fact that, leav ing out the murdering of the officers and crew, the cases are very similar—the one fitted out in England to war against the United States, the other fitted out in the United States to war against Spain. But, philosophically considered, perhaps “filthy lucre” is at the bottom of the present outcry. Shoddy would like another chance to furnish either side with supplies in exchange for greenbacks or Spanish gold. Those who have sent and received leaden bullets —not paper pellets—should have had enough of war for one generation at least, unless the cause is unquestionable. But it is highly probable that the war cloud will pass away—certainly if the meeting of Con gress were a little further off. The Ex ecutive and his advisers seem inclined to hold back against the public clamor and to act with calmness and forethought. The forthcoming message of the Presid ent will, in view of passiug events, be looked for with eagerness, and will have great weight in allaying the excited state of public feeling and in shaping future action. While all true friends of liberty can but regret the untimely end of Cap tain Fry and the noble band of patriots who met their uoom with him, yet wo must remember that we owe a duty to the living as well as the dead, and reluct to shed more blood until the righteous ness of the cause is well assured, after calm consideration. “Be sure you’ro right, then go ahead,” is as wise a maxim to-day as when uttered by Davy Crock* ett. Financial matters here are in almost as bad a state as in the monetary centres. And although the Government disburses fully a million dollars a month to those who must expend it for the necessaries of life, yet the payment of obligations seems to be the exception, not the rule. Our c itjr. Mi. Ehlitor, httn been vastly improved since you were here. Then badly-paved and unpaved streets, now one may ride all day long on carriage ways as smooth and clean as a well kept side-walk, and not travel over the same street twice. All this has cost much money, but the time is not far distant when this Capital will stand uneqaled for beauty, health, and pleasure. It is even now the objective point for wedding trips, and numbers of happy couples may be seen on our avenues any fine day. The late State elections indicate that the obituary remarks on the demise of the Democratic party were premature. It seems to boa rather “lively corpse.” The Virginia Republicans tried to ig nore the only live issue in their creed negro equality, social as well as political; but it was to them as the dagger of Brr tus was to Csesar. The defeated cand date for governor is out in a letter, giv ing all sorts of reasons but the true one —that white men are not yet ready to submit to negro lule, where they hive a choice in the matter. In the Supremo Court, yesterday, in the case of Malone vs. The State of Georgia, the court denied the prayer for mandamus. The petitioner was tried and convicted of murder in the Superior Court of Fulton County, and setenced to be hanged on the present month. Among other reasons set forth for anew trial, he avers that the jury was empaneled from a certain class of white persons, to the exclusion of many colored citizens competent to perform jury duty. The court decides that no Federal question is presented in the record. J. L. P. WANTED "TATER.” At one of the hotels yesterday was a family traveling West from Vermont. The wife was continually badgering the husband for his method of doing this and that, evidently supposing that eve rybody was noticing his unaristocratic ways. At the table she passed him the potatoes and he took off a small moun tain, and in three minutes held his plate for more. She winked at him, but he was determined, and he sliotited: “Eliz abeth Jones, you may wink and blink all day, but I’m going to have some more tater or bust the bank!” He got some. [Detroit Free Press. “I have a fuel-saving cook,” said on© lady to another. “What do you mean ? How fuel-sav ing f’ “She is always boiling with indignu | fcion."