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THE GAZETTE.
New Series.
SAVED BY A WOMAN’S SMILE,
It was at the sea shore, the most fash
ionable resort of the time, that from one
of the windows floated out in the even
ing air a woman’s voice. She was sing
ing an old song—Cathleen Mavourneen.
There was a world of passion in her tone,
passion really felt, not affected, one was
wild enough to believe, as, leaning over
the instrument, he listened to her song.
She had a wonderful voice; so full and
powerful now, and then again lulling one
into a blissful dream by its soft sweet
ness.
The song was finished. Both the words
and music had penetrated the inmost
soul of Cecil Delmar.
“Why did you sing that song, Flor
ence ?” he asked.
“Because it pleased me " she answer
ed, raising her eyes to his, and smil
ing.
How beautiful she was! And her
smile! “Did ever woman smile as Flor
ence Carrington ?” many have asked ; 1
such a bright, bewildering smile was
hers.
“Florence, do you know your smile is
the brightest that ever lingered on a wo- j
man’s lips,’ Cecil said, gazing lovingly
on her.
“So many have told me,” she answer
ed, with provoking carelessness.
“Aye, Florence, a smile which carries
a man almost to heaven when it is given
to liijn, or sinks him to the realms of de
spair, if turned on another. Florence, I
never hear that song, Tier bright smile
haunts me stiiy but I think of your
smile, and feel as the poet must have
felt. Yes, love, even in eye and licait it
litis lived, cheering, comforting, and
bringing me back to you, ever constant
and true ”
“There, there, Cecil, do stop! One
would think you were rehearsing for a
private theatrical, ’ she said, turning
and running her lingers over the keys of
the instrument.
“Florence!”
“Cecil, please do not stare at me so ;
it is very impolite. I should have
thought your traveling abroad would
have polished, and changed you a little,’’
she said.
“Changed! Florence, what do you
mean ?” he asked.
“linear., Cecil, that three years might
be expected t bring change to all. When
you left home, i was a child, not know
ing my own heart ; and you ”
“A man, Florence, giving his heart
with perfect faith to a girl lie believed
claimed, mi-/?? .^^c.7../rr.. ri with” emo
tion.
“Nonsense, Cecil! Ours was but a
boy and girl affair; and long years
have ”
“Changed the artless, loving girl to a
woman of the world, no longer content
with the devotion and love of one heart.
Florence, you are trying me; say it is
so.
“No, Cecil; nothing of the kind. I
am sorry to grieve you, but it will only
be a passing cloud. And you will, per
haps thank me for considering your fu
ture welfare. You have work to do for
year's yet, Cecil; your fortune to re
trieve, a name to make. And then you
can think again of love. You wrong tne
when you say I am not content with the
devotion of one heart. I am, and proud
of it, too. And when so many fair wo
men were sighing for what I have won,
I should be content. See, Cecil.”
She took from her pocket a little por
trait, and handed it to him. It was the
! face of one Cecil had seen lingering long
| beside her the night before ; one he had
j known by reputation for years; the most
| popular and polished gentleman of the
time and place.
“Now, Cecil, I have acted candidly
with you; can w'e not still be good
friends ?”
He knew all then—knew she was lost
to him—knew that the hopes of years
were crushed—knew that the girl before
him was false. Aye, but knew not that
more than to him was she false—false to
the pleadings of her own heart. Ambi
tion Had conquered in the contest, and
love was buried m the hidden recesses
of her heart. The false girl vainly
thought that in the brilliant future she
would win, if not happiness, at least con
tent, oblivious of the past.
The compressed lips parted; he was
about to speak to her—to upbraid, per
chance, with words of forgiveness to
part. Whichever it might have been ;
was checked by the sound of a coming •
step —a firm commanding tread. Both
knew it. A flush mantled her pale face, ;
With a cold bitter smile, Cecil turned
away. Another instant, and she knew
he had gone.
“Ealse girl!” he said “will wealth and
position make her happy"? Yes—per
haps ; for surely she has no heart for
aught else. How true ! Well, the dream
is over, and life has nothing more for
me. Could my loss of fortune have
made her fly from me ? All, she might
have known how I would have worked
for wealth and fame to otter her! How
inviting the water looks to night! The
waves seems as if they were calling me.
X will go 1”
Cecil, leaving Florence, had wandered
beside the sea shore. Certainly life
seemed very dark to him then. Ha be
lieved the mysterious future could not
be more so. Mounting on the pier, he
determined from thence to plunge into
the bosom of the ocean.
Although a late hour, many persons
still lingered there. Cecil seated him
self to wait their departure. After
1 awhile all were gone save a party just
ESTA: [SHED 1859-
ELBERTON OE4GIA. OCT’I* 27. 1875.
opposite.
“Come, let us go,” said one of th C
“No, no,” said a voice so peci |
sweet that Cecil was suddenly ( |
from his sad nursings to listen.
“Do con e now, Louise. What i e
world are you stopping for?” again!
ed one.
“No, no; I want to stay—to
i this scene. What a glorious nit;
j Ours is a world of such beauty, I <1
| think how can one wish to leave it!” I ;
the sweet voice.
“Oh, Louise, as yet you have seen!
ly the bright side of life. Clouds a
arise ”
“Yes, I know. But don’t talk
clouds. Now only see. The moon
stolen behind that huge dark bank, a
to demonstrate your ideas. But c
true to life, the darkness is only tern
rary. Here our beautiful queen con
forth again, ail darkness dispelling.!
think the science of the last few n
ments is a true picture of life, and w;
its lessons too. Oh, yes, I cling to c
beautiful earth, never fearing its da:
ness, which I know must certainly fa
away, and the coming day be all t
more bright for the darkness precedi
it.”
Was she talking to him? Cecil alrnci
believe 1 she had penetrated his vel
soul, and was pleading to him for hi
safety.
“Louise, you should have been caj
ed Hope, that name would have jui
suited you, you are such a trusting
hopeful little body,” said one of ner com
panions.
“Yes; I know neither doubts no|
fears. ‘Hope on, hope ever,’ is ml
motto. Come ; now we will go, if yon
please.”
She arose, with her friends, and movj
ed with them until within a few step!
of Cecil, when she turned, as if far q
last look on the beautiful scene.
Was it by accident or design that
cluster of natural flowers fell at Cecil’*
feet ? He had seen them in her hair J
few moments before.
She stooped, as if to regain them,'
when Cecil sprang forward and caught
O O 1
them up. Quickly detaching one, ho
handed the others to her. She saw him,
he knew, for the night was as bright
and clear as noonday. Receiving her
flowers, she thanked him with a smile—a
smile so different to Florence’s smile;
not near so bright, but a gentle, sweet,
pleading, saving smile. She passed on,
and Cecil Delmar drew back
entrance of the “-W’E vd-*v >y * j
“Louise, what meant your words and
actions tonight?” asked the gentle
gill’s lover but a few m /ments after,
when they were seated alone in a private
parlor.
“Harry, you know I meant something,
don’t you!”
“Surely. I know too my darling, it was
something of good only.”
“Thank you, Harry,” she answered
her eyes Ailing with tears of joy. “I
will toll you. You have often said I
could read one’s thoughts. Sometimes
•I can. That young man who sat oppa
site us I thought, was waiting our de
parture to throw himself into the sea, I
watched him closely from the moment
he came near. I read despair on every
feature. I talked for his ear, and saw he
heard and listened. Believing I had
caused him to waver in his determina
tion, i thought possibly I might save
i Him. That was why I dropped my little
boquet, and smiled upon him. I may
never see him again, as we leave to mor
row morning. But heaven grant my en
deavor may have helped him, if he was
: in despair as I believed.”
i “Louise, you are an angel, and have
1 saved one man from destruction, I know.
What I am, you have made me. If that
yjung man was in danger, you have
i saved him too, I think I saw him leave
the pier.”
Years passed on, during which many
times Cecil Delmar’s thoughts reverted
to the girl who saved him. Louise was
a name to him most beautiful and sacred.
A little flower, faded and yellow, was
treasured away and piked dearly, when
all reminders of Florence were lost and
forgotten. He often heard of her in the
world of fashion. Rumor spoke of her
as not a happy woman. The man that
many women smiled upon and “sighed
for,” as Florence had said, cared but lit
tle for the smiles of bis wife. Perhaps
he had looked into the depth of her
heart, and found the skeleton hidden
there.
Florence had told Cecil Delrnar he
had work to do. He had done, and
was st.ll doing it. Fortune had return
ed. Fame crowned him with her bril
liant laurels. Fair women smiled upon
him. Men were proud to call him
friend
Once more they met, ten years after,
when Florence, rigidly beautiful, and a
widow, seated in St. Jamos’ Hall, gazed
down upon the member from Elmvale,
who was finishing a brilliant speech on
some exciting political topic. The same
old smile—the bright, bewitching smile.
But she felt its power was over ; gone
she feared, beyond recall. He hastened
not to her side. She almost despaired
of his coming at all, when, as though
th -y had parted but yesterday, he ap
proaclied her. There was no hesitancy
in his greeting. Calm, easy and grace
ful, he accepted of the seat beside her,
and entered into a conversation on the
popular topics of the day. What cared
she for them? Was it of this she bad
dreamed, watched and waited for? Skil-
fully she turned his thoughts that
they might drift back to other days.
But he cared not to linger with the past,
she felt.
Often his gaze wandered over the bril
liant throng. At length Florence saw a
look of great interest in his eye, and
turning to her, he asked, “Do you
know the young lady just leaving over
there ?”
“Slightly ; I have met her. But. she is
not a very young lady—Mrs. Clifton.
She is thought quite pretty,’ Florence
answered.
There came a look of disappointment
over his face quite unmistakable to i
Florence, as well to a young lady friend,
who sat near, and who ssid, “Oh, but
do not despair, Mr. Delmar. She is a
widow.”
“Thank you,” he answered, smiling.
And Florence saw the information
gave him pleasure. A few moments af- ,
ter, the young lady had leit to speak to
a friend in another part of the hail.
Cecil and Florence were alone. Turning
towards her with a forgiving smile, he
said, “Florence!”
Hope brightened again. It was the ;
first time he had called her so. j
“Years ago,” he continued, “you told (
me I might some day thank you. Per ;
haps I shall. You say s Mrs. Clifton is ;
thought pretty, to me she is more than j
beautiful. To her I owe all that I am. ,
She saved me that night you sent me ;
forth despairing, reckless. I intended
to flee from the world which seemed so
dark. Her words to others reached my
ear. They were hopeful,, cheering. I
1 hesitated in my purpose then. A little
j longer, and she smiled on me; that
[smile was iny salvation. Do you won
;• del" that to me site is move than ever
woman was before. Until to-day, I have
never met her since that night. I shall
I seek an introduction; and if fortune
| favors the, I shall thank you for my nap
pin ess.”
There was no bitterness in his tone.
She would have liked it bet er had them
bean. He was dealing candidly, truth
fully witir her. Next night at the Dae
iefesof L/uvill’s ‘at horn she saw him
Ifeside Louise Clifton. She knew he was
l|kppy ; that he would grow daily happi
er. The gentle woman was smiting on
lira. Smiles rot deceiving were Lou
i]e Clifton's but sweet and encouraging,
turning not alone from lip and eye-,
bit from t e pare, beautiful spirit with
ij£
! : ;;
| preaching nuptials of CearDeirhaf, M.
j P., and the woman he loved as she knew
she had never been loved.
She left the gay capital, a sad and dis
appointed woman. Life had taught
her the severe lesson that wealth and
position cannot satisfy the heart s yearn
ings
A VICTIM OT SCIENCE.
Peter Lamb, the cleik in the drug
store in our village, read somewhere the
other day that two drops of the essential
oil of tobacco placed upon the tongue of
a cat would kill the animal instantly.
He did not believe it, and he concluded
to try the experiment, to see if it was
so. Old Squills, the druggist, has a
tom cat weighing almost fifteen pounds,
and Mr. Lamb, taking the animal into
the backroom, shut the door, opened the
cat’s mouth, and applied the poison.—
One moment later, a wild, unearthly
“M-e-e e e-o ow ow wow!” was emitted
by the cat, and to Mr. Lamb’s intense
alarm the animal began swishing around
the room with hair on end and tail in
convulsive excitement, screaching like a
fog whistle. Mr. Lamb is not certain,
but he considers it a fair estimate to aay
that the cat made the entire circuit of
the room, over chairs and under tables,
seventy-four times every minute, and he
is willing to swear to seventy times,
without counting the occasional diver
sion made by the brute for the purpose
of snatching at Mr. Lamb’s pantaloons
and hair. Just as Mr. Lamb had about
made up his mind thaf the cat would
conclude the gymnastic exercises by eat
ing him, the animal dashed through Ihe
glass sash of the door into the shop,
whisked two jars of licorice root and
tooth brushes off the counter, tore out
the ipecac bettle aad four jars of hair
dye, smashed a bottle of “Balm of Pe
ru,” lit on the bonnet of a woman who
was drinking soda water, and, after a
few convulsions, rolled over into a soap
dox and died. Mr. Lamb is now satisfi
ed that a cat actually can be killed in
the manner afore mentioned, but lie
would be better satisfied if old Squills
didn't insist opon deducting the price
of those drugs and the glass sash from
his salary.
A lady leaving one of the Summer re
sort hotels, recently, was charged for an i
entire chiua toilet set, only one piece of
which she had broken. She paid the
bill, and, pleading the excuse of having
forgotten something, returned to the
room and broke each and every article of
the set for which she had paid.
A panther rushed into a bedroom in
a house a few miles from Willis, Tex.,
the other day, and carried off a baby iu
his mouth, but the twelve-year old sister
followed and sci earned so lustily that
the brute dropped the youngster only
slightly injured.
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A word of kindness is seldom spoken
in vain. It is a seed which, even when
dropped by chance, springs up a sweet
flower.
Vol. IV.-No. 2(3.
THE TELFAIR WILL.
Prospects of a Lively Legal Contest.
It will be remembered that when the
will of the late Miss Mary Telfair was
published in the Morning News in June
last, considerable surprise was express
ed at the character of the conditions up
on which certain of the bequests were
made, and the opinion was advanced
that owing to its general character theie
would be dissatisfaction among the
heirs which would result in a law suit.
These suppositions have proved correct,
as a caveat has been filed in the Ordina
ry’s office by the heirs at law through
their attorney, Judge \Y. W • Moutgom
ery. We briefly noted this fact last
week, but as some interest lias been
evinced in the matter, we present in full
the grounds upon which the caveat is
> based, as follows:
j In the Court of Ordinary of Chatham
j county, State of Georgia, in the mat
ter of the probate of Miss Mary Telfair s
will :
And now comes George Noble Jones,
Alfred Cnthbert and Mary G. Harrison,
heirs at law of said Mary Telfair, and
caveat the probate of the will so far as
the so-called charitable bequests con
tained therein are concerned, upon the
following grounds:
1. Because said will was executed by
the testatrix less than ninety days before
her death.
± Because the bequest to tlie Trus
tees of the Independent Presbyterian
Church of the city of Savannah is too in
definite, and the trusts therein attempted
to be created, are beyond the powei
of said trustees under their charter to
execute. |
3. Because the bequest “to the N\ bl
ows Society of Savannah,’’ contained in
the twelfth item of said will, is not for
charitable purposes; and because there
is no such legatee in existence, and said
bequest is too indefinite.
i. Because the Georgia Historical So
ciety is incapable, under its charter, of
taking the bequest given and executing
the trust provided for in tne fourteenth
item of said will.
5. Because the bequest contained in
the twenty first itmn of said will is too
indefinite ; and because there was no so
ciety in existence such as contemplated
by said item at the death of the testa
trix, capable of taking tiie bequest, or of
executing the trust provided lor in said
twenty first item, and none such can now
require the establishment of such a
charity.
(i. Because the bequest contained in
the twCuty-third item of said will is too
indefinite and uncertain to be camel in
to effect.
W. W. M NTGOMERY,
Protector for Caveators.
October 5, 1875.
The matter will be heard before the
Ordinary the first Monday of November,
and of course will go to the Superior,
very possibly the Supreme, Court, as
there will be a big fight over it.
[Sav. News.
HOW TO SUBSCRIBER.
An indignant farmer recently entered
a printing office and ordered his paper
stopped, because lie differed from the
editor in his views regarding the advan
tages of subsoiling fence rails. The edi
tor of course conceded the man’s right
to stop his paper, but he remarked
coldly, looking over his list:
“Do you know Jim Sowders, down at
Hardscraoble ? ”
“Very well,” said the man.
“Well, he stopped his paper last week
because I thought a farmer was a blamed
fool who didn’t know that timothy was a
good thing graft on huckleberry
bushes, ana he died in a few hours.”
“Lord, is that sol” said the astonished
granger.
“Yes; and you know old George
Erickson, down on Eagle Creek?”
“Well, I've heard of him.”
“Well,” said the editor, gravely “he
stopped his paper because I said he was
the happy father of twins, and congratu
lated him on his success so late in life.
He fell dead within twenty minutes.
There are, lots of similar cases, but it
don’t matter. I’ll just cross your name
off, though you don’t look strong, and
there’s a bad color on your nose.”
“See here, Mr. Editor," said the sub
scriber, somewhat alarmed, “I believe
I’ll just keep on another year; cause I
always did like your paper ; and come
to chink about it, you re a young man,
and some allowance orter be made,” and
he departed, satisfied that he had made
a narrow escape from death.
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The mode of punishing a criminal in
Thibet is rigorous, slightly. They bury
| him to the neck in the earth, so that all
movement is impossible, keep his mouth
forced open with a spike, and then drive
: all kinds of horrible insects to take ref
uge in the mouth, ears, and eyes.
Charles Reade expresses his contempt
I for “little lawyers:” “The greatest asses
God has ever made are little lawyers.
Your little lawyer is a man who has part
; ed with the good sense of the layman, and
has not advanced one inch toward the
science of a Mansfield or a Story.”
Warts may be removed, says a cele
brated physician, by rubbing them night
and mi rning with a moistened piece of
ammonia. They soften and dwindle
away, leaving no such mark as follows
their dispersion with lunar caustic.
THE S TRANGE WITNESS.
A gentleman by a servant in liven,
rode into an inn in the west of England
one evening a little after dusk. He told
the landlord that he should be detained
in that part of the country for a few
days and wished to know if there weie
any amusements going on in the town
to occupy the time that he was Hot busy.
He was informed by the landlord that
it was their race and assize week, and
that he therefore would have plenty to
ocoupyfhis leisure moments. On the gen
tleman’s making answer that this was for
tunate, as lie was fond of hearing trials,
the host informed him that a very inter
esting robbery trial was to come on the
next day. That the evidence was very
strong against the prisoner, and the peo
ple’s opinion was greatly divded, as thu
man insisted that ho was in another part
of the kingdom whom the robbery was
committed.
The gentleman expressed considerable
anxiety to witness the trial. According*
ly the next morning the host procured
him a good location through his influence
w tli the court officers.
While the evidence proceeded against
him the prisoner's eyes remained fixe l
on the ground; being called upon h*i
his defence lie looked up, and seeing the
stranger, fainted away. At first this
was supposed to b.? a trick to gain time,
but being questioned on his recovery, ho
asserted that gentleman could save las
life if he might put a fe ,v questions to
him.
The eyes of the whole court were now
turned upon the stranger, who seemed
somewhat embarrassed, but stated that
although he could not remember the
prisoner ho was willing to auswei an.V
questions that might be proposed. Tim
court granted the prisoner s request, and
he asked the stranger if he remembered
, being at Dover on a certain date. I o
which the gentleman answered that ho
had landed at Dover shortly before, but
could not positively affirm that he was
1 there that exact day.
“Don’t yon remember that a man in a
blue jacket and trowsers carried your
i trunk to the inn,' asked the prisouei.
“I remember that a man did carry my
trunk but I do not remember his dress.
“But,” asked the prisoner, anxiously,
“don't you remember that the man who
carried your trunk told you a story about
his being in the service, that he thought
himself an ill used man, and that ho
showed you a scar he had on one side of
bis forehead'?”
During the last part of the speech tho
stranger’s face changed, and he said that
lie did remember the scar, lho prisoner
pushed aside his hair displaying a scar
on his forehead, and the witness affirmed
positively with great emotion that lie
was the very man.
A buzz of satisfaction ran through tho
court, for the day on which tho witness
had met the prisoner at Dover was tho
the very day of the robbery.
The stranger,- however, could not be
certain of the time, but stated that he
sometimes made memorandum of dates
in his pocket book, and turning to tljat
found that tho .1 -ir of.Fis lumliii^g—cttn
respondetf wit!i i"®'P#Sdiier’’6 assertion.
This being the only circumstance neces
sary prove an alibi, the prisoner was
immediately acquitted amid great ap
plause and congratulations.
The abovtf trial occnred in 1832, and
within less than a month tho gentleman
ly witness who came to the inn attended
by a servant in livery, the servant who
followed him, and the prisoner, were all
three brought back to the same jail
for robbing the mail. It turned out
that the clever defense at the last trial
was a.skilfully arranged plot of the con
federates to release their accomplice.
THE FAMILY TEETH - A TRUE STORY.
A toothless couple intone of our rural
districts, concluded, after much jaw,
that they would gum it no longer, that,
in fact, the family must be provided
with a mew set of teeth. These worthy
people were not given to ostentatious
display ; they believed in having some
thing for a rainy day ; they also firmly
believed the doctrine that they twain
were one flesh, and, since one pair of
spectacles, brass-bound, had long sufficed
for their united eyes, why should not
one set of teeth work equally well 1 Ac
cordingly, those aged mouths repaired
to a neighboring dentist, and )o! the
triumph of mind over matter -a set of
teeth that will bite off a plug of tobacco
for “father,” or nibble Sunday caraway
and chatter harmless gossip for “moth
er,” with cquil precision! Life has
now a fresh zest and found anew rel
ish. It is lovely and beautiful to see
them at the little round table ready for
dinner.
First, tho old lady picks up the teeth
—they are always lying about handy
slips them in and makes good use of her
privilege while father is laying up a gen
erous stock of provisions on his plate.
Presently lie leans back in his chair,
puts down his knife and fork, and says,
cheerfully, “Come, mother, give me the
teeth.” Then the old lady, with true
conjugal alacrity, touching to behold,
catches them out, hands them across tho
table to the old gentleman, who dexter
ously claps them in his own month, and
the family eating goes complacently on,
till, perhaps, “mother” comes to a hard
spot and demands the molars. So,
back and forth, like a weaver’s shuttle,
busily ply the teeth, till the square meal
is ended
Political orators in the West indulge
in some high-flown asseverations in re
gard to their firmness of principle. The
following is a moderate specimen : Build
a worm fence around the Winter’s sup
ply of Summer weather, skim the clouds
from the sky with a teaspoon, catch
a thunder cloud in a bladder, break a
hurricane to harness, ground sluice an
earthquake, lasso uu avalanche, pin a
napkin on the crater of an active volca
no—but never expect to see me false to
my priciples!”
The Covington Star fools “authorized
to state that. Gov. James M. Smith will
not be a candidate for re election."