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THE SEMI-WEEKLY SUMTER REPUBLICAN. ESTABLISHED IN 1854, By CHAS. W. HANCOCK. VOL. 18. The Sumter Republican. Semi-Weekly, One Year - - - ?4 00 Wekly, One Year - - - - - 2.00 in Advanced® All advertisements eminating from public dices will be charged for in accordance with an act passed by the late General Assembly of Georgia—7s cents per hundred words for each of the first four insertions, and 35 cents for each subsequent insertion. Fractional parts of one hundred are considered one hundred words;each figureand initial, with date and signature, is counted as a word. The cash must accompany the copy of each Advertisement, unless different arrange ments have been made. Advertising: Rates. One Square first insertion, - - - -}I.OO Each subsequent insertion, - - - - 50 I3F"Ten Lines of Minion, type solid con stitute a square. All advertisements not contracted for will be charged above rates. Advertisements not specifying the length of time for which they are to be inserted will be continued until ordered out and charged for accordingly. Advertisements tooccupy fixed places will be charged 25 per cent, above regular rates Notices in local column inserted for ten cent per line each insertion. Charles F. Crisp, •Attorney at Law* AMERICUS, GA. dec!6tf B. P. HOLLIS. •Attorney at Law , AMEItICUS, GA. Office, Forsyth Street, in National Bank building. dec2otf E. G.SIMMONS, •Attorney at Law , AMERICUS GA., Office in Hawkins’ building, south side of Lamar Street, in the old office of Fort & Simmons. janGtf J. A. ANSIEY, ATTORNEY AT LAW AND SOLICITOR IN EQUITY, Office on Public Square, Over Gyles’ Clothing Store, Americcs, Ga. After a brief respite I return again to the practice of law. As in the past it will he my earnest purpose to represent my clients faithfully and look to their interests. The commercial practice will receive close atten tion and remittances promptly made. The Equity practice, and cases involving titles of land and real estate arc my favorites. Will practice in the Courts of Southwest Georgia, the Supreme Court and the United States Courts. Thankful to my friends for their patronage. Fees moderate. novlltf CAW D. 1 offer my professional services again to tlie gooff people of Americus. After thirty years’ of medical service, 1 have found it difficult to withdraw entirely. Office next door to Ur. Eld ridge’s drugstore, on the Square janrn.f R. O. BLACK, M. D. Dr. J. A. FORT, Physician and Surgeon, Offers his professional services to the people of Americus and vicinity. Office at Ur. Eldridge’s Orug Store. At night can be found at residence on Furlow’s lawn. Calls will receive prompt attention. may26-tf Dr. d7p7 HOLLOWAY, DentisT, Americas. ... Georgia Treatssuccessfullyall diseasesof the Den tal organs. Fills teeth by the improved method, and inserts artificial teeth on the best material known to the profession. t3F"OFFICE over Davenport and Son’s Drug Store. marllt i. B. C. Smith & Sons, (BMRACTORS AND BIIILIB, Americus, Ga. We are prepared to do any kind of work in the carpenter line at short notice and on reasonable terms. Having had years of ex perience in the business, we feel competent to give satisfaction. All orders for con tracts for building will receive prompt at tention. Jobbing promptly attended to. mav26-3m S Commercial Bar. This well-established house will he kept in the same first-class style that lias always characterized it. The Choicest Liquor and Cigars, Milwaukee, Budweiser and Aurora Beer, constantly on hand, and all the best brands of fine Brandies, Wines, &c. Good Billiard Tables for the accommodation of customers. may9tf JOHN W. COTNKY, Clerk. Commercial Hotel, G. M. HAT, Proprietor. This popular House is quite new and handsomely furnished with new furniture, bedding and all other articles. It is in the centre of the business portion of the city, convenient to depot, the banks, warehouses, &c., and enjoys a fine reputation, second to none, among Its permanent and transient guests, on account of the excellence of its cuisine. Table Boarders Accommodated on Reasonable Terms. may9-tf G. M. Proprietor. ELAM JOHNSON, JOHN W. M’PHERBON, STEVE R. JOHNSON, JAMES B. WILBANKS. ELAM JOHNSON, SON & CO., WHOLESALE unmimiTs —DEALERS IN— TOBACCO AND CIGARS. FOREIGN and DOMESTIC FRUITS, Veg etables and Melons in Season. BUT TER. CHICKENS and EGGS, SWEET and IRISH Potatoes. Conalgnmcnu and Order* Solicited. 12 Decatur and 13 Line Sts., P. 0. Box 515. ATLANTA, GEORGIA. mayStf AYER’S Sarsaparilla cures Rheumatism, Neuralgia, Rheuma tic Gout, General Debility, Catarrh, and all disorders caused by a thin and Impover ished, or corrupted, condition of the blood; expelling the blood-poisons from the system, enriching and renewing the blood, and re storing its vitalizing power. During a long period of unparalleled use fulness, Ayek’s Sarsaparilla bas proven its perfect adaptation to the cure of all dis eases originating in poor blood and weakened vitality. It is a highly concentrated ex tract of Sarsaparilla and other blood purifying roots, combined with lodide of Potassium and Iron, and is the safest, most reliable, and most economical blood? Purifier and blood-food that can be used. Inllammatory Rheumatism Cured. “Ayer’s Sarsaparilla has cured mo of the Inllammatory Rheumatism, with which 1 have suffered for many years. rv i t , T , w. ii. Moose." Durham, la., March 2, 1882. “ Plight years ago I had an attack of Rheumatism so severe that I could not move from the bed, or dress, without help. 1 tried several remedies without much if any relief, until I took Ayer’s Sarsapa rilla, by the use of two bottles of which I was completely cured. 1 have not been troubled with the Rheumatism since. Have sold large quantities of your Sarsaparilla, and it still retains its wonderful popularity. The. many notable cures it has effected in this vicinity con vince me that it is the best blood medicine ever offered to the public. _ E. F. Harris/* River St., Buckland, Mass., May 13,1882. “ Last March I was so weak from gener al debility that I could not walk without help. Following the advice of a friend, I commenced taking Ayer’s Sarsaparilla, and before 1 had used three bottles I felt as well as I ever did in my life. I have been at work now for two months, and think your Sarsaparilla the greatest blood medicine in the world. James Maynard.” 520 West 42d St., New York, July 19, 1882. Ayer’s Sarsaparilla cures Scrofula and all Scrofulous Complaints, Erysip elas, Eczema, Ringworm, Blotches, Sores, Boils, Tumors, and Eruptions of the Skin. It clears the blood of all impuri ties, aids digestion, stimulates the action of the bowels, and thus restores vitality and strengthens the whole system. PREPARED BY Dr. J.C. Ayer&Co., Lowell, Mass. Sold by all Druggists; price §l, six bottles, $5. HOSTETTE|ft fcIfURS Hostetter’s Stomach Bitters, by increasing vital power, and rendering the physical tunctions regular and active, keeps the sys em in good working order, and protects it against disease. For constipation, dyspep sia and liver complaint nervousness, kidney and rheumatic ailments, it is invaluable, and it affords a sure defence against mala rial fevers, besides removing all traces of such disease from the system. For sale by all Druggists and Dealers generally. AYER’S Ague Cure IS WARRANTED to cure all cases of ma larial disease, such as Fever and Ague, Inter mittent or Chill Fever, Remittent Fever, Dumb Ague, Bilious Fever, ami Liver Com plaint. In case of failure, after due trial dealers are authorized, by our circular of Dr.J.C. Ayer&Co., Lowell, Mass. Sold by all Druggists. IF OUTZ’S HORSE AND CATTLE POWDERS No Horse will die of Colic, Bots or Lung Fk nm, if Foutz’s Powders are used In time. Foutz’s Powders willenre and prevent Hoc Cuoliba. Foutz’s Powders will prevent Gaprs in Fowls. ' Foutz’s Powders will increase the quantity of milk and cream twenty per cent., and make the butter firm and sweet. Foutz’s Powders will cure or prevent almost eveby Disease to which Horses and Cattle are subject. Foutz’s Powders will give Satisfaction. Sold everywhere. DAVID E. POUTZ. Proprietor. BALTIMORE. HD. M. B. COUNCIL, J. J. WILLIFORD. COUNCIL & WILLIFORD, Proprietors Georgia Warehouse, Northeast Corner Public Square, AMERICUS, --- GEORGIA. Having leased theNew Brick Warehouse, on Troup Street, we in vile a share of the patronage of the cotton planters of this and surrounding counties. Our facilities for storage are ample, our warehouse secure against fire, our advantages for showing and sampling cotton fine, while our advan tages for unloading are not equaled. are also agents for the celebrated WINbHIP GINS. julyistf. Eg GEORGE ANDREWS, At his shop in the rear of J. Waxelbaum & Co.’s store, adjoining the livery stables, on Lamar St., invites the public to give him their work. He can make and repair I1 work at short notice. Is sober and always on hand to await on customers. Work guaranteed to be honest and good, apm-tf INDEPENDENT IN POLITICS, AND DEVOTED TO NEWS, LITERATURE, SCIENCE AND GENERAL PROGRESS AMERICUS, GEORGIA, SATURDAY, AUGUST 4, 1883. _ VOH 7g{. ETIQUETTE. This world is twit a fleeting show, For man’s delusion given; Atid many a inamean hardly know How to make an fioneßt liviiig? And when he has his living got He is so apt to abuse it, That thjmgh he has had a happy lot, He don't know how to use it. Some men there are, whom Idon’t know, Who eat their food with a knife; Others there are who make a show Of their ignorance aii their life. Many a man who pays out sums Of money for fashionable clothes, And seems to think he knows his thumbs. Will persistently thumb his nose. Vet so it is, our country o’er; We all scorn proper etiquette. One who is perfect on this score Never, never have I yet met. Wii.u Waywaup. TRYING HER POWER. “I can hold him against the world.” The speaker Was a tall girl, with dark face, from which eyes of witchery looked out. She had lips which were slightly compressed, as she finished the sentence. “I would not he so sure, if I were you,” was the response from the other person, who stood on the path which ied to the road from the conntry house behind them. The two girls had strolled down the walk in the crisp Winter sunlight, and they looked as unlike as two people could well be. Jnlia Stallo turned her head with a quick, imperious movement, as she ex claimed : “ Why would you not feel Bure, since lim sure? Do you think I Would give my promise to a man who did not adore me?” “But men may adore at one moment and be indifferent the next,” returned Miss Branch, stopping to twist more closely about her head the blue, huffy mass of wool which protected her from the cold. “The man whom I love will not do so,” was the quick reply. Miss Branch, who was four or five yearß older than the magnificent bru nette beside her, looked at her curious ly, in silence for a time. Miss Branch was small. One at first would have said she was plain, but one might discover that, her face possessed a wonderful power of expres sion; there might be a concentrated spark in her eyes that would possess force in whatever way she chose. After a pause, she said, quickly: “1 should imagine it might be easy tor a man to be faithful to a creature like you. Is Mr. North coming to-day. “Yes.” “I think you make a great mistake in loving a man so much. Ah! what is that?” The exclamation was caused by the sound of somethmg rushing through the shrubberfy of the evergreens at the right of where the two girls were stand ing. Julia Stallo shrieked a little and shrank to one side, and at the same moment, a huge, dark-colored dog dashed out from the cedar hedge. His head was down, his mouth scattered foam, and his eyes emitted sparks. While Julia, who had sprung away, had gone directly in the path of the infuriated animal, Miss Branch, who had remained where she had been standing, was several yards from him. The brute was going on with that unswerving leap which is so terrible to see, and had passed Miss Branch, who had not moved, toward Julia Stallo, who seemed petrified with terror in the spot where she stood. “For God’s sake, jump out of the way?” cried Miss Branch, shrilly, “he will not turn!” If Julia heard her she gave no sign; she was incapable of moving. Miss Branch could not stand quietly. There was a dash of physical courage in her which enabled her to spring for ward, slipped off the crimson shawl from her shoulders as she did so, and then flaunting it full in the face of the wild-eyed animal, who moved to one side, and waved in confusion, while Julia Stallo sank to the ground in a heap, and her white face was like the face of the dead, save for the protrud ing eyes of horror. The dog, baffled for the moment, and uncertain, now turned toward Miss Branch. Useless for her to try to run. She clasped her hands and stood still. Only for a breath of time, however. The sound of a footstep on the frozen gravel might have been heard by the girls, if they could have heard any thing. The footstep was that of someone running furiously. The figure of a man appeared. He had a pistol in his hand, and though there was a terrible fear in his mind that he might not aim correct ly, he could not hesitate. The flash, the report of the pistol, and the dog rolled over on his side, with a moan, his teeth set fast in the skirt of Miss Branch’s dress. It whs to Julia Stallo’s side the man sprang, hardly glancing at Miss Branch who coolly drew a penknife from her pocket, and stooping, ent her dress away from the grip of the dying dog’s teeth. "That, I suppose, is Mr. North,” she said to herself, looking at him at tentively, as he bent on one knee over Julia, whose senses had come hack to her lover. “Yes, evidently he°fcrves her. I wish she had not been so sure of him. It is such a temptation to prove her words false.” This is what the quiet-looking girl was thinking, as she again wrapped her shawl about her and walked slow ly down the path. In a few moments, she heard her name called, and pausing and looking back, she saw the two coming toward her. When they were a little nearer, the man harried forward, and raising his hat, said, in a tone which was not qnite steady: “I do not know what you will think of ns. I confess I was for the moment capable of thinking only of Miss Stallo. You will forget that, I know. I can not tell you how grateful I am to you.” “Indeed! Why?” asked Miss Branch. Although her words were abrupt, .the. voice in which she spoke then was far from being so. There was a silky softness in it that Julia Stallo had never heard before, and which made her look quickly at the girl who had spoken them, while a pain, that was almost like a knife thrust, suddenly went through her heart. Miss Branch had only glanced at Mr. North as she had replied, and he had not given any thought to her, so pro foundly was he absorbed in the danger which had so recently threatened the woman he loved. When the two walked away again, Miss Branch turned into another path, and walked rapidly toward the house. There was a flush on her cheek and a spark in her eye, an aspect altogether different from that which she had worn an hour before. When she reached her own room, she sat down before the fire without re moving her wraps. Looking into the burning coalß with an intense gaze, her face gradually changed, until Julia Stallo would hardly have known it. The white hands were held tightly together until their beauty—and they were very beautiful—was marred by the rude pressure. “What do I owe to any man among them?” she asked, at length, in a half whisper. “And as for Julia, she is a baby in her feelings, and will not suffer much.” She rose and walked with a deter mined air across the room. At this moment someone knocked. She open ed the deer and Julia stood there. “May I come in?” asked the girl. “I was just coming to discover if you were still frightened,” responded Miss Branch taking Julia’s hand in her own, and looked with more than ordinary keenness into the girl’s face. “Don’t speak of it,” cried the other with a shudder. “I shall never be able to see a dog again without a shudder. I shall never be able to see a dog again without a fright. Think of what might have been, it Luke had not come! He says he admires you for your presence of mind, although you are—but how 1 do chatter!” catching herself up with a blush. He admires you so much.” “Even though I am plain,” calmly remarked Miss Branch, no flush stain ing her cheeks as she spoke words dif ficult for a woman to accept. “But I did not mean to tell you that,” caressingly said Julia. Miss Branch laughed, not bitterly to the ear in the least. “Oh, I don’t mind it at all,” she said, lightly. “I am plain, and I know other people know it.” In her heart, the woman was saying: “He shall pay for those words.” In the days that followed, it would have been a curious study tor one not vitally interested to have watched the change in Luke North’s manner toward Miss Branch. Gradually, from a polite listener to her, he came to turn with an apparent ly irresistible inclination toward that part of the room where she happened to be. He stood near her chair; he looked at her if he spoke; he listened with a pe culiar vivid look upon his face when she made any remark. This attention was not marked; on the contrary, it almost seemed as if he were desirous of concealing even from his own consciousness the attraction which Miss Branch held for him, and which every day he felt more and more powerfully. Had he ever thought her unprepos sessing? When Julia reminded him one day that he had said Miss Branch was plain, he uttered an exclamation of astonishment, but made no other re ply. His betrothed, in a troubled tone, persisted on dwelling upon the subject. “I suppose she must but be fascina ting, is she not?” she asked wistfully. The man’s face wore a strange smile. He averted his eyes, as he remarked, in a harsh voice: “Fascinating! Yes, I think that must be the word by which to describe your friend—and she is your friend, is she not?” asking the question sud denly. Julia Stallo trembled a little, and turned pale. She seemed to struggle a moment with herself, and then she said, faintly: “Oh, yes! Of course Blie is my friend.” The winter days ’■an on. Miss Branch had come to stay wtth her friend until spring. How did it happen that Mr. North could now sometimes • come to the honse, and remain, perhaps, for a cou ple of hoars before Julia would come into the room? He always scrupulous ly called for her the moment he came, bat he appeared to forget she had not Icome. On om of those days when Julia had not come, North had been strolling about the room in silence. Though he did not speak, his eyes returned again and again to the woman who sat so quietly on the sofa. There was a reckless resolve in his face, and that look was mingled with something which could not bo interpreted, which any woman might do well to fear, even though she could not understand it. North came and leaned over the girl. His voice vibrated, as he said: “Miss Branch!” She looked up—a light, bewildering and enthralling, was in her eyes, and diffused in a lovely glow over the hith erto unlovely face. “What would you say to me if I were to tell you that I love yon?’’ he asked quickly. There could be no mistaking the ex pression in her eyes; there could be but i on'e reading of the curves about the mouth. The binding loveliness that was in her gaze at that instant made the man’s heart almost stand still. Did she really love him? “Need I answer?” she asked, softly. “Yes, aaswer!” imperatively. “Then I should say that I love yo.” was the low spoken reply. Something in the man’s face made Miss Branch suddenly rise to her feet, while her face grew palid, and the glow died from her eyes. ‘Won are mocking me!” she cried, in a smothered voice. “You do not really love me?” “I am thinking of a young man, my half-brother, whom I love more than brothers usually love,” returned North, in a stern voice. “Y’ou may recall Morris Boring. Ah, I see you do! You killed him, that you might be amused. Perhaps it was not manly of me to re solve to avenge him in some slight de gree. But I did not think of so base an action nntil I fancied you wished to play with me. Ido not love you, Mies Branch, but I can understand how a man might be infatuated with you. It was beneath me to stoop to such a course as this. I don’t ask you to for give me.” “No, no,” said Miss Branch, her voice husky and strange. “Do not ask that, for I never could do so.” “And why?” “Because I love you. At last I love. Do not speak to me. I tell you that for the first time in my life, I love. Do you think I am sufficiently punished tor trying my power? Do you pity me, Mr. North?” She stood looking at him for an in stant, then turned and hurried from the room. North gazed blankly at the door which had closed behind her. He had not known how much he could despise himself, and there was a curious pul sation in his heart which made him unwilling to see Julia. It was a week before he returned to the house. When Julia informed him of Miss Branch’s departure, he would not allow himself to manifest any in terest. The few weeks that had pass ed had formed an episode in his life which he could not wish to remember. lIANS DOODLEDEE. TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN. CHATTER I. Once upon a time, probably many hundred years ago, there lived near a la.ge lake a fisherman and his wife, whose names were Hans and Maria Doodledee. They were so poor that they did not have a real house, but lived in a wood en hut which had no windows in it. Still Hans was satisfied, but his wife was not. She wished now this, now that, and always reproached her hus band because he could not give her what she wished. Hans usually re mained silent, and thought; “If I was only rich, or if everything was only here as soon as I wished it.” One evening they stood before the door of their hut and looked around in the neighborhood, where stood several tine farm houses. His wife said; “Yes, if we only had a house as good as the poorest of our neighbors! we might get one yet; but you are too lazy; yon can not work as other people do.” “Do I not work as other people; do I not stand the whole day and fish asked Hans. “No,” answered his wife; you could get up soon r and catch as many fish before day as you generally get the whole day. But you are too lazy; yon do not like to work.” The next morning, therefore, he got up before day and went down to the lake to fish. And he saw the laborers come to the field to work, but he had caught no fish; dinner time came around, and the wood-choppers sat in the shade and ate their dinners, but still Hans had caught no fisb; he sat down, drew his musty bread out of hi* pocket and swallowed it. Then he fished again and the sun set, the wood choppers and laborers went home, and stiller it became on the field. But Hans had caught nothing yet. Asa last trial he dipped in his net, and, as if he would lure the fishes, called; “Fish lein, Fishlein in the sea!” “What do you want, dear Hans Doodledee?” asked a little fish who had came with in a few feet of Hans, and stretched his head a little above the water. Poor Hans Doodledee was not a little aston ished, you may believe, but still he thought; “H’m! if it’s only necessary to wish something, I will not keep you waiting long.” He looked around to see what he should wish. On the oth-i er side of the lake stood a beautiful palace, in which a fine band was dis coursing most enchanting melody. He also remembered the wish of his wife, who wanted a better house. There fore, said he: “I would be glad to hftve such a beautiful palace, instead of my wooden hut.” “Only go there! your wooden, hut is such a palace,” said the little fish. Hans ran at his utmost speed, and at a distance saw on the place where his hnt used to stand a beautiful palace with illuminated windows. And when he got in, everything seemed so gor geous that he did not know how to act. The walkway to the house was laid with marble, the floors of the room's were frescoed and shining with wax, the walls elegantly papered; magnifi cent chandeliers hung in the high sa loons; in short, everything was so splendid that Hans could not bring himself to walk about in it. He could not believe that all this ele gance was now his; he thought he was mistaken, and would have gone away had his wife not met him. Hardly had he seen her than he ask ed: “Well, Maria are you satisfied now?” and related to her the manner in which he had come into possession of this magnificence. “What!” an swered his wife, “yon think and won der what this is. I have seen much finer palaces than this in the city while I was a servant there; hut it will do— but how could you be so stupid? You have forgotten the best. Book at the garments by the side of the beautiful house, what a distance they make! Could you not have wished beautiful clothes? But you are too stupid; you do not wish to use, even once, the iittle sense you have.” Hans Doodledee went out the next morning at daybreak to the same place, dipped his net in again, and called: “Fishlein, Fishlein in the sea!” “What do you want, dear Hans Doo dledee?” asked the little fish again. Hans did not think long this time, but said he wished right beautiful clothes for his wife and himself, which would suit the elegant palace. “You have them,” said the little fish. And Hans’ dirty rags were immediately changed iuto a beautiful suit, consisting of em broidered coat and vest, with gilt but tons, and silk stockings and shoes, ev erything according to the fashion at that time. When he got home he hardly knew his wife in her magnificent attire. On seeing him approach she looked out ot the window and asked: “Is that you, Hans?” “Y’es, it is I. Are you satisfied now.” “i’ll see,” answered she. Thus they lived quietly on for a time. Once when her husband wanted to go a fishing, she said: “Why need yon fish? Let fishing alone, and wish rather instead a large chest full of mon ey." “H’m, that so?” thought Hans, and went out by the lake, dipped in his net at the same place, and cried as before: “Fishlein, Fishlein in the sea!” “What do you want, dear Hans Doodledle?” “I would like to have a large chest of money,” said Hans. “Go on,” said the little fish, “in your bed-chamber it stands.” When he got home, he went immediately to his bed-chamber, and, sure enough, there, in a corner, stood a great big chest full of bright, shining gold pie ces. Now, everything was done in fine style; his wife bought horses and carriages, hired many servants and lived in great state. Still, the neigh bors called her the haughty fisherwo man. That vexed her a great deal, aud now her only wish was to be re venged on them. Accordingly she besought Ilans, who was compelled to do her bidding for the sake of peace, to make himself a ruler over their neighbors, The next morning, therefore, he went down to the lake, called the little fish, and told him he wished to be a duke and rule over his neighbors. The little fish as usual granted his request, and when he got home he found his wife had alieady had a couple of them put in prison, who had called her haughty fisherwo man before. Now they drive often into the city in which the king lived, and sought to mingle in the society of the other dukes and princes of the court; but they did not know how to behave themselves, and were laughed at by all; and sever al of the ladies called her fish-duchess and him fish-duke. She was very an gry at this, and teased and coaxed her husband to make himself king, because she did not want to be fish-duchess any longer, but wanted to be queen. Then Hans said; “Remember the time when we were poor, and only de sired a house as good as the meanest one in onr neighborhood. Now we have everything in abundance; now let us have enough; let us be satisfied. But she would hear nothing ot being satisfied, and said: “What! I shall allow myself to be called fish-duchess! I shall endure the haughtiness of the citizens’ wives! No; they must know who I am; I will show them. And you will be so stupid and allow it to suit you?” At last he promised to make her a queen. Accordingly he went out to the lake and cried: “Fishlein, Fish lein in the sea!” And the little fish asked: “What do you want, dear Hans Doodledee?” “I only wish to be made a king immediately, to please my wife.” CHATTER 11. “You are a king!” said the little fish. Aud when ho arrived at his castle he found it splendidly altered and much larger. Marshals and Ministers, with gold key Band stars, received him. His I head became quite heavy, and he was * about to take off his hat; but, behold! FOUR DOLLARS PER ANNUM. NO. 90. instead of his hat he had a heavy gold crown on his head. And you could hardly see his wife’s dress, so thickly was it sprinkled with gold and jewels. Then he asked her if t lie was satisfied now. “Yea, until I can find something better. I would be a fool were I able to obtain something better and did not take it.” Thus they lived on for a while satisfied, and King Doodledee’s wile wished for nothing more; for had she not everything? But at last something was lacking. She had heard of a king who ruled over a much larger domain and had many more people than her husband. So there was nothing left for Hans to do but promise to be the mightiest em peror on the earth. The next morning he dipped his net in the same place, and cried, as he had often done before: “Fishlein, Pishlein in the sea!” “What do you want King Doodledee?” “Oh Pishlein, do make me the greatest monarch in the world!” said he. And his wish was instantly fulfilled. When he had arrived at his palace he found the embassadors from all kingdoms and parts ot the globe; poor poets with poems of his prowess, print ed on satin; school teachers, who need ed better pay, were there in abundance, with supplications; chamberlains, with hats under their arms, went back and forth; sentinels paced up and down; a magnificent carriage, with twenty beau tiful horses, twenty postillions and twenty runners, stood ready to drive away at any moment it should please his most gracious majesty; birds and animals of every species, and of such number that it would ho impossible to count them, were in the adjoining pleasure gardens. In short, everything was there which could please so great a monarch®even two court fools. The new Emperor Doodledee was in the be ginning very angry that these two foolish men always followed him wherever he went, and complained of it to his wife, because he would much rather be in the company of wise men than of fools. But she told him that must not be so, for all great noblemen had much rather have to deal with fools; ho would not want to he an ex ception. So he put up with it and was very glad that his wife was satis fied. But the joy did not last long. He found her one day in her chamber very angry. “What’s the matter with you?” he asked. “I am angry with the weather! it has been raining for four days and I want sunshine. 1 wish I could make everything that God can; that 1 could make spring, summer, au tumn and winter whenever I wished. Go and ask the little fish to give me this power;” and the idea pleased him also. Therefore, he went to the lake and dropped in his net and cried: “Fishlein, Fishlein in the sea!” “What do you want, Emperor Doo dledee?” “Oh, nothing else, but my wife would like to do everything that God can; to make spring, summer, autumn, winter, rain and sunshine when it pleases her; will you not dear Fishlein, give her this power?” “So! and nothing more?” said the little fish; "no! no! Emperer Doodle dee. I see that for yourself and your wife nothing is sufficient; therefore, be you again the poor fisherman Hans Doodledee; for at that time you were not so haughty and discontented as you are now.’’ And the little fish vanished, a storm arose, and although Hans cried often enough: “Fishlein, Fishlein in the sea!” no little fish again asked: “What do yon want, Hans Doodle dee?” He stood there again, exactly as at the first time, without anything, only in a pair of his old, dirty leather breeches, and was again the poor fish erman, Doodledee. When he got home he found the castle gone, and in its place his old wooden hut. And his wife sat in it as before, in her old dirty clothes, and looked out of the hole as before; and as much as she wished, and quarreled and fretted, she remain ed always the wife of the poor fisher man, Hans Doodledee. For dissatisfaction is indeed a hate ful thing, and hautiness and overbear ing always carry their punishment with them. Nearly Dead after taking some highly puffed up stuff, with long testimonials, turn to Hop Bitters, and have no fear of any Kidney or Urinary Troubles, Bright’s Disease, Diabetes or Liver Com plaint. These diseases cannot resist the cura tive power of Hop Bitters; besides it is the best family medicine on earth. It is wisdom to think, and folly t° sit without thinking. “Facts are stubborn things,” and sufferers from chill and fever gener ally find their complaint a very stub born fact, until they commence the use of Ayer’s Ague Cure. 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