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AMEKICUS, GA.
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ATTORNEY AT LAW
IMI SOLICITOR IN EQFITY.
Office on Public Square, Over Gyles’
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After a brief respite 1 return again to the
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AMERICUS, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 14, 1883.
MRS. SNAP WELL’S BOARDER
BY HELEN’ WIHTNEY CLARK.
‘•Heard about tlie old Buttonwood
Place a-being’ sold?” inquired Mrs.
Sparrowgrass, who was spending the
day with the Widow Snapwell.
“The Buttonwood place? No! Wal,
that is news! Who’s bought it?”
queried the widow, eagerly, as she
carefully basted a frill of Spanish lace
in the neck of her new polonaise.
“Why, a man named Flowerdale,
they say. And he’s a-goin’ to repair
it up, Nathan Scudderse’s wife says.
Must be awful rich if he does, for the
old house is putty well run down. It’s
a good larm, though. Mr. Sparrow
grass thinks it’s the best one in the
hull Big River Bottom.”
The new purchase furnished a suffi
cient subject of conversation till sup
per was over, and Mrs. Sparrowgrass
had rolled up her knitting, donned her
shawl and worsted hood, and taken
her departure, with many injunctions
from her hostess to he sure and “come
back again.” After which, Mrs.
Snapwell fell into a brown study over
the new polonaise, while her pretty
ueico Eustachia gathered up the tea
things, and gave Sy Hedges, the hired
man, his supper in the kitchen.
“Put away them crulls and the
blackberry-jet, first,” commanded the
widow. “Sogrum merlasses and gin
ger-cake is good enough for a hired
hand!”
“Yes, it must be him that put in the
advertisement for country board,” she
pondered, going hack to her sewing.
“It’s the very same name—Flowerdale
—and he wants to git board som’ers
in the Big River Bottom. Of course it’s
him!”
“A batchelder, the advertisement
says. Prob’bly about forty-five or
fifty years old. Wal, I’m on the sha
dy side of f—thirty myself, and I
think I’ll answer it. It’s about the
only chance for a lone woman like me
to turn an honest penny,” she added,
her gray eyes brightening at the pros
pect before her. “I’ll answer the ad
vertisement right off,” she declared;
“and if he comes, lean fix the spare
bedroom for him to sleep in. And I’ll
hev Sy Hedges put up some more
shelves in the buttery, to set the milk
and butter on. it’ll take up too much
of Eustachia’s time to be a-running
out to- the spring-house after ’em. Sy
is a mighty good hand to fix up things,
though I hev to complain and grumble
as if he didn’t ’am his salt, or he’d be
a-wantin’ more wages.”
Whatever may have been the Wid
ow Snapwell’s faults, procrastination
was not one of them, and her plans
were soon carried into effect.
Mr. Flowerdale had engaged the
room, paying a month’s rent in ad
vance, and Sy Hedges had put up the
shelves in the buttery, for the accom
modation of the milk and butter.
Sy slept in the loft or attic, at the
top of the hallway.
“It’s mighty cold up there, these
nights,” he confided to Eustachia, as
he stopped at the stove one morning,
when she was baking griddle-cakes
for breakfast.
But the widow was in the pantry
inspecting the plum preserves, in hon
or of the expected boarder, and her
sharp ears had caught the man’s
words.
“Mighty cold, is it?” she snapped
out, tartly. I’ll warrant’taint a patch
in’ to what you’ve been used to, Sy
Hedges, and I don’t want none of your
sass!
“And you areas much to blame as
he is, miss,” she continued, as Mr.
Hedges slipped out of the kitchen door,
with the tin milk-pail in his hand.
“You are always talking to him and
encouraging his impudence.”
“I—l didn’t say anything, aunt,
stammered Eustachia, blushing confu
sedly, as she thought how frequently
she had talked to By, and remembered
the admiring glances that had lurked in
his honest brown eyes.
And in truth it was not strange if
Eustachia’s soft little heart was slight
ly touched by the owner of the brown
eyes, for she had small chance of fall
ing in love with anyone else.
“You hain’t got time to be a galli
vantin’ about with beaux,” declared
her aunt. “And if you had, I wouldn’t
hev em a-foolin’ round here. Poor
girls like you had best attend to their
work, and if Providence wants them to
marry, he’ll give ’em a chance. If
not, they maybe sure they was meant
for old maids, and ’taint no use to
furse about it.”
“But I don’t want to be an old
maid!” pouted pretty Eustachia to
herself, as she baked and scoured,
milked and churned, and did the
chores.
That was before Mrs. Snapwell had
hired a man to do the work.
And now that Sy Hodges had come
she wanted still less to be an old maid;
for, somehow or other, in spite of the
widow’s hawk-eyed vigilance, there
were plenty of chances for conversation
with him.
It was antonishing how many er
rands he made to the kitchen in the
course of the day, to fill the wood-box
and chip-basket, or get a drink with
the long handled gourd, that hung
just over the cedar-wood bucket on the
kitchen table.
And, somehow or other, Enstachia’s
cheeks had acquired a cronic habit of
blushing on the most singular occa
sions. The sound of a quick footstep
outside the door, or a gaily-whistled
tune from the cornfield or barnyard,
would set them to glowing under the
drooping lashes like a whole garden
bed of carnation pinks.
* * * * *
“Eustachia!”
Mrs. Snapwell shook out the floun
ces of her new dress, as she opened the
door of the kitchen, where her niece
was washing up the dinner-dishes.
“I’m a-goin’ over to Miss Deacon
Marjoram’s” she continued, with a
sharp glance at Eustachia’s suspicious
ly rosy cheeks. “And if Mr.Flowordale
should come while I’m gone, show him
into the best room, and-run over after
me immediately. Do you hear? And
don’t yon be a-trying to set your cap
at him, fur he’s a well-to-do man, and
wouldn’t even look at a poor girl like
you. Your cheeks hev got so blowsy
of late, you look like a fright, anyhow.
The tears sprang to Eustachia’s
eyes, but she turned to hei work, while
her aunt flounced out of the house,
snappishly clicking the gam-latch as
she passed through.
But if the widow considered Eusta
chia a flight, Sy Hedges thought the
rosy, dimpled check and flax-gold hair
the prettiest in the wide world.
•* • * * *
“And so your boarder hain’t come
yet?” said Mrs. Deacon Marjoram, as
the two ladies sat sewing in the cozy
parlor.
“No, but he paid handsome fur his
room, and I’m expectin’ of him all the
.time,” said the widow, biting off her
thread, so it would go through the
needle.
“Oh, aunt,” cjicd Eustachia, burst
ing iuta the room, flushed and breath
less. “He—he’s come!”
“Dear me! I must go then,” and
with hasty excuses die widow quickly
donned her wraps and hurried off.
“ What does he look like?” she de
manded of her niece, as they hastened
on. “Is he nice looking?”
“I think he is,” said Eustachia, eag
erly. “He—he looks like Sy!”
“Lik Sy,” sniffed the widow, scorn
fully. “The idee ol comparin’ a rich
man like him to a hired hand! you go
into the kitchen and git supper as soon
as you kin!” she ordered, as they reach
ed the house.
And changing her frown for a bland
smile, she entered her best room.
A tall figure reclined in an easy
chair, with a book in his hand. The
widow stared, then frowned.
“Sy Hedges, wliat do you mean by
a-settin’ in here?” she demanded,
wrathfully. “You’ll git your walkin’
papers this very night, fur a lazy
scamp? And where's Mr. Flowerdale,
I want to know!”
“At your service, madam,” returned
Sy, politely rising. “My name is
Flowerdale,”
“But—but what—•” stammered the
widow.
“1 had a fancy to make the acquain
tance of my neighbors as a poor man,”
explained Sy, “and I am not sorry for
the experiment.”
It was a sore trial for Airs. Snapwell
to see her cherished air castle tumble in
ruins at her feet, but she hail to put up
with it.
And Eustachia found that Provi
dence had not intended her for an old
maid, after all, for she was married to
Mr. Flowersdale before the month was
out, and went to live on the old But
tonwood Place.
-*aSR-
THE TWO SHIPS
Indeed am I sweetly blessed, Mis
tress Myra.
“I should not pause to reck how
deep my love, that 1 should dare—dare
and win. ah, me! a jewel that I have
right to wear,
“I am but a lad with empty pockets;
only that Heaven has given me health
of iron and these strong arms, truly
were I poor ”
“Nay, Julian, and may not the kind
Heaven that has given tlieo these also
bless what they may do?”
“Come—and the girlish voice was
bantering—“have you won my heart to
pine upon it and thrust it back again?
“Heavengrant otherwise, my Myra!”
Happy lovers they, standing side by
side on the vessels’s clean deck, seem
ing to gaze on the dark ocean around
them, yet really looking inward at
their own true hopeful souls.
Among the pious pilgrims who
weighed anchor from Cowes, in the .Isle
of Wright, to plant the banner of re
ligious freedom in the wilderness of
Maryland, 1033, there was one unfit for
the protection of that God to whom all
prayed as they faced the perils of their
historical voyage.
Fierce Spaniards or cruising Turks
lay greedily almost directly in the
course of tlie two staunch vessels, the
“Ark” and the “Dove;” storms and
privations they could not avert, but
heroically anticipated.
Our interest lies in the “Ark,” the
bettor manned, better armed of the two.
On board was a lovely orphan, fol
lowing her guardians when they for
sook home and kindred to worship af
ter the dictates of their own hearts—
her name, Myra.
She was loved by everyone, and
worthily, for her purity was even love
lier than her face.
Especially dear was she to Julian
Grange.
And when it was observed that Myra
regarded him favorably before all oth
ers, they yielded the iiehl to the hand
some youth.
Only one demurred in his callous
hcaVt and mentally vowed that Julian
and she should never wed.
Peter Hardy ha>l been an open suitor,
was promptly rejected by both guard
ians aud maiden, for his countenance
was verily that of a rogue.
Three days following St. Cecilia’s
Day a violent storm arose.
Just how it happened none could tell
—but, above the roar of the tempest
and crush of waves, the shuddering cry
went up—
“ Mail overboard!”
At the same inst Myra was seen run
ning across the rolling deck and shriek
ing piteously—
“ Julian! Julian!”
It required strong arms to restrain
her from throwing herself into the rag
ing waters.
“I want my Julian!”
“Let me go with him!” she wailed,
as they forced her safely to the cabin.
“He is my Julian! my love! Oh, he
is lost—lost!”
Once she saw a chalk-white face with
a pointed nose and baleful twinkling
eyes—the eyes of Peter Hardy; and he
grinned infernally at her, even in her
misery.
Then ensued a blessed blank, and
she lay delirious on her couch.
History has recorded that terrible
tempest, the mad tossing of the “Ark,”
the pleading prayers preparatory to the
seeming inevitable shipwreck—prayers
that were answered by Heaven at last,
still the deep, and giving joy to every
pious breast.
“But the ‘Dove,’ their consort had
vanished.
She was given up as lost for ever,
hile matters were righting on the
shipboard, Peter Hardy, in a mysteri
ous way, beckoned tlie captain aside.
“A word with you.”
“What have vou to say. Master
Peter?”
{’■'ter looked slyly from his little
twinkling eyes.
“1 have heard it said that John, the
sailor, lost his cup arid knife?”
“Yes.”
“And Richard, the cook, has lost
some silken hose?”
“True.”
“And, Mistress Myra—miud thee—
cannot find anywhere a golden bracelet
that was hers, a gift from her dying
mother.”
“Well, and what of all this, Master
Peter?”
Peter’s lean lingers beckoned towards
the cabin.
“Oh, come with me, that your own
eye.; may discover what I but half sus
pected.”
Together they entered the cabin.
By one of the berth’s was Julian’s
chest fast locked.
“Y on are captain,” said Peter, point
ing.
“Julian Grange is dead; the key is
gone with him. Open that and see
what you may find.”
The captain hesitated.
But at last the chest was forced, and
there amid Julian’s tidy clothing lay
cup, knife, hose and Myra’s golden
bracelet -
Unfortunate Julian!
Soon afterwards, those who had
mourned his loss were angrily shaking
their heads.
Julian, then, was the thief; and even
to steal the bauble of his own true
lady-lo.ve—that seemed unmanliest of
all.
“It was not he,” declared Myra sad
ly. “I do not—you must not believe
it ot him, I pray.”
“My Julian was too good, too noble,
too God-fearing for any crime.”
When not quite two month later the
“Ark” arrived at Barbadoes, seeking
provisions, the people were so inhospit
able and extravagant in their charges
that the captain himself, with three
others went ashore to negotiate.
One of the three was Peter Hardy,
whose reputation for driving a good
bargain was well known.
Night came on before they could re
turn to their boat.
The captain urged haste, for in that
January of 1684 there was a pending
insurrection among the slaves for mur
der and pillage.
Their haste was too late.
Even as they reached the shore a
horde of yelling, frenzied beings poured
out upon them.
There ensued a terrible fray.
Bravely they fought—fought until
every bandolier was erupted; but one
after another dou u before tlie
bloodthirsty assailants.
In desperation the captain sprung
toward his moored boat.
“Save me! Save me!” screeched
the voice of Peter Hardy, directly be
neath his feet.
It was a hazardous task, hut by
superhuman exertion the captain reach
ed his vessel, bringing with him Peter
Ilavdy.
Peter was badly wounded—dying,
pronounced the doctor.
When he realized that there was no
hope, he summoned the captain and a
holy man to his side.
“Let rue confess,” he gasped, pain
fully.
“I cannot die with such sin as mine
untold.”
“My own hands pushed Julian
Grange into the sea.”
“My own hands stole what was in
Julian Grange’s chest.”
“I had a key that fitted cleverly.”
“But forgive me now I implore.”
“1 loved Myra.”
“When I saw that she was not for
me, I hated him who outranked mo in
her heart.”
“At times I fear I dared to hate her
too.”
"I am dying.”
“Forgive—”
The wretch died while speaking.
The conspiracy of the slaves was dis
covered in time to utterly suppress it
and the “Ark” tranquilly in harbor
when one bright morning there was a
clangor of trumpets, and the air quav
ered with glad shouts from all on board.
The “Dove”—the mourned vessel
that had vanished during the storm
some weeks before—sailed gladly into
view and anchored near.
First to gain the deck of the “Ark”
was Julian Grange.
A plank washed from the “Ark” on
that tempestuous night had saved him,
alter an almost hopeless struggle the
“Dove” haif rescued him.
How described the emotions of the
two fond, re-united lovers!
They were at once married.
From the pair grew sons and daugh
ters to become a pride of Maryland—
the only Slate that was not wrested for
settlement over tho bleeding corpses of
the unfortunate natives.
M It. SPOOPEX L> Y KE
MAKES A THOROUGH SEARCH FOR THU
GINGER.
“Gli, dear!” grunted Mrs. Spoopen
dike. “I’m going to die!” aud tho
good woman flopped over in tie bod
and contemplated her husband with
a pale lacc and a look of general de
bility. “Vou will be good to baby
won’t you, dear?”
“Oh, ho!” returned Mr. Spoopen
(lyke, pounding her tenderly on the
head with his big hand. “You’re all
right. Bear up against it, and you’ll
be well in an hour or two. I’ve pf
ten had the cholera morbus, but you
never see me give up like this. Where’s
the ginger?”
“1 don’t know,” nioancll Mrs.
Spoopendyke. “Loqk on the top shelf
of the closet. If it isn’t there, try the
bottom drawer of tlie wardrobe; or it
maybe in the pantry. Ow-w!” and
Mrs. Spoopendyke doubled up and
straightened out with a jerk.
“You can’t remember any other
<'oiigressional Districts represented by
that ginger, can yon?” growled Mr,
Spoopendyke, prowling around the
room m an aimless but energetic fash
ion. “You don’t call to mind a coup
le more roosting-piaces in which that
ginger is to be found, do you? Where
’bouts on the top shelf?” and Mr,
Spoopendyke rattled around the old
bottles and empty pill-boxes. “Look
here! I’ve found that court-plaster I
wanted day before yesterday!” and
more than gratified with his find Mr.
Spoopendyke utterly forgot the origi
nal object of his search.
“You’ll send ha >y to a good school,
and sec that she mat lies happily,dear?”
groaned Mrs. Spoopendyke, adopting
a woman’s style of hinting that the
ginger would be acceptable. “And
you’ll bury me by mother?”
“Certainly,” replied Mr. Spoopen
dyke, immersed in the contemplation
of the court-piaster. “Where’s the
sheet ot flesh-color that was here?”
he demanded. “I don’t seem to detect
the presence of that particular element
of adhesiveness? Where’s the flesh
colored portion of this curative?” and
Mr. Spoopendyke ran over the little
squares again in a vain search for the
piece he missed.
“Did you look in tlie wardrobe,
love?” asked Mrs. Spoopendyke, faint
ly.
“It isn’o there [’’growled-Mr. Spoop
endyke, raking over tho con
tents of the drawer and turning
them over with his feet. “What—
Upon my word! you’re a pretty woman!
I thought you said that old razor strap
of mine was lost when we move.!. Here
it is-big as life and twice as dirty.
Glad I found that strap, ’’mumbled
Mr. Spoopendyke, rubbing it tenderly
and blowing off the dust. “Got a
piece of cloth?”
“O, do look in the pantry!” plead
ed Mrs. Spoopendyke. “I am sure it
is in the pantry!”
Mr. Spoopendyke charged on the
pantry like a column of horses, and
hustled around and bumped his head,
but didn’t seem to meet with much
success.
“I don’t see any,” he muttered.
Don’t you know where you keep
your cloth? 1 s’pose I might stand
around lieie till doomsday, while the
moths corrode and thieves do break in
to this razor strap and steal the whole
business, without finding a piece of
cloth to wipe it on. Haven’t ye got an
old skirt or something?” And Mr.
Spoopendyke drew the strap under his
arm two or three times and regarded it
affectionately.
“Oh, please find the ginger!” squeal
ed Mrs. Spoopendyke, as another spasm
caught her. “Never mind your old
strap! Find the ginger!”
“Ain’t I looking for it?” retorted
Mr. Spoopendyke. “Here’s a cork, and
the bottle can’t be far off. When 1
find that bottle I’ll have a clue to the
ginger, and I’m going to follow it to
the bitter end. Y'ou ought to save
these corks anyway when 1 go fishing.
What kind of a looking bottle was it?”
“It was long and narrow,” replied
Mrs. Spoopendyke, almost in despair.
“I ought to find it from that descrip
tion,” muttered Mr. Spoopendyke.
“Most bottles are perfectly round.
Here’s the arnica bottle upside down,
aud I told you to keep it filled. 1
might knock my elbow into tho next
Presbyterian General Assembly, and
L’d have to wait all day before I couli
get a drop of arnica to soothe my an
guish! W hat’s this straw hat of mine
doing in the bottle box,anyhow? What
particular malady did this hat have
that suggested such a disposition of it?”
and Mr. Spoopendyke smoothed out
the crown and squinted with one eye
while he straightened the brim. ‘That’s
a good hat, yet,” and lie put it on and
regarded himself in the glass. Yon
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NO. 41,
wanted some ginger, didn’t you! Whe 6
is it? \Y here’d you put it?”
Mrs. Spoopendyke arose from the
bed, pale but firm, and stalking across
the room seized the bottle and flounced
back into the bed with a bump that
showed she was mad. There is noth
ing on earth that will so express a
woman’s wrath as that one dive among
the sheets.
“Getting better, ain’t ye?” snorted
Mr. Spoopendyke. “I told ye the chol
era morbus didn’t last long." Where’s
that razor strap? What’d ye do with
that strap?”
Mrs. Spoopendyke eyed him, but
made no response.
“Point out to me the present address of
that strap!” howled Mr. Spoopendyke.
“Take this finger and lay it tenderly
on the home and country ofthat strap!”
and Mr. Spoopendyke whirled around
like a grindstone and filled the aii with
bottles and boxes, and powders and
pills. “Gome out of the jungle and
lace me!” yelled Mr. Spoopendyke,
apostrophizing the strap which he re
membered having in bis hand but a
moment before. “Show me the strap!
Fake that strap by the ear and lead it
before Spoopendyke in proper person!”
and the enraged gentleman thrust his
foot through the crown of his hat and
drew tho wreck up to his hip.
“\\ hat’s that sticking out of vour
breast pocket?” asked Mrs. Spoopen
dyke, scraping off external applications
of an assortment of drugs.
“b mph!” grunted Mr. Spoopendyke,
drawing out the strap. “Found it,
didn’t ye? Another time you let things
alone, will ye? Made me spoil my
straw hat with yonr nonsense! Another
time you want anything you just stand
back and let me search! Y’understand!”
“Yes, dear,” murmured Mrs. Spoo
pendyke, and as her husband left the
room she took a consoling swig at the
ginger bottle and reflected that he
hadn’t enjoyed the attack of cholera
morbus much more than she had.—
Brooklyn Eagle.
FOOD FOR THOUGHT.
G l atitude is the memory of the heart.
Every noble activity makes room for
itself.
If you have a beautiful home, keep
it so; if not, make it so.
Censure, is the tax a man pays to the
public for being eminent.
lie who thinks for liimseH, and rarely
imitates, is a freeman.
Beauty is the Mark God sets ou vir
tue.
Choose an author as you choose a
friend.
Love is a harmony dropped from
heaven.
Nothing is politically right which is
morally wrong.
The gratitude of place-expectants is
a lively sense of future favors -
Trust that man in nothing who has
not a conscience in everything.
The manners of nature make a man;
the manners of art unmake him.
There’s not a string attuned to rniitli,
but bath its cord in melancholy.
The current may be strong, but that
which defies the current is stronger.
Religion can capture a heart easier
than it can overthrow the pocket-book.
Much of tlie charity that begins at
home is too feeble to get out of doors.
None are so desolate but something
dear, dearer than self possesses or pos
sessed.
Who would venture on the journey
of life, if compelled to begin it at the
end?
Character gives splendor to youth,
and awe to wrinkle skin and gray
hairs.
If you would not havo affliction visit
you twice, listen at once to what it
teaches.
Devote each day to the subject then
in time, and the evening will find some
thing done -
Comparisons, whether as to sense,
courage, beauty or rank, are always
offensive.
Nothing from mail’s hands, nor law
nor constitution, can be final. Truth
alone is final.
Law and equity are two things which
God hath joined, but which man hath
put asunder.
The charity of the rich is much to be
commended, but how beautiful is the
charity of the poor.
Slumber not in the tents of yur
fathers. The world is advancing. Ad
vance with it.
It is from out the depths of our hu
mility that the height of our destiny
looks grandest.
When slander and falsehood are
hitched to a person’s tongue, the devil
acts as coachman.
Matrimony is a great blessing, be
cause even a blind man has his eyes
opened after a little while.
A wise and good man does nothing
for appearance, but everything for the
sake of having acted well.
Wait for others to advance your in
terests, and you will wait until they are
not worth advancing.
It is true wisdom to speak but little
of the injuries you have received, or
the good deed you havo done.
Imitation causes us to leave natural
ways to enter into artificial ones; it
therefore makes slaves.
Few, with the hope of another life,
would think it worth their while to*
live above the allurements of sense.