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2 THE ATHENS GEORGIAN : JANUARY 9, 1877. T)ie Way of the World. There are beautiful songs that we never sing, And names that are never spoken; There are treasures gu ird id with jealous care And kept r.s sacred token. There are faded flowers and letters dim With tears that have rained ubove them, For the flekio words end the faithless hearts That taught ns how to love them. There otc sighs that ccme in our joyous hours, To chasten our dreams of gladness, And tears that spring to our aching eyes, In hours of thoughtless sadness. For the blithest bird that sings in spring Will flit the waning summer, And lips that wo kissed in fondest love Will smile on the first new comer. Over the breast where lillies rest In white hands stilled forever, The roses of June will nod and bloom, v Unheeding the hearts that sever. And lifts that quiver in silent grief, All words of hope refusing, Will lightly turn to the fleeting joys That perish with the using. Summer blossoms and winter snows, l.ove and its sweet elysiun, Hope, like a siren dim and fair, Qniekrning our fainting visions; Drooping spirit and falling pulse, Where untold memories hover, Eyelids touched with the sea of death, And tiic fitful dream is over. [For the Companion.] ABEL'S LESSON. 1!Y IUT1I CIIESTEEFI ’tl.D. Little Mr*. 'Blodget sat. I>v the stove stitching shoes. The small Apartment was as tidy as hands could make it, the afternoon sun streamed in at the window, the tea-kittle was singing, and so was she. Altogeth er it was a very pretty domestic pic ture, in some respects quite like Eden, for it. was the home of a wed ded pair, and alas, was not without its serpent Even now Mrs. Blodget paused in her singing, and iistened with a look of anxiety on her face for some sound which she did not hear ; it was the familiar tap of her husband’s hammer, whose rat-tat-tat upon the last had ceased some moments before. So long as she beard that sound, she knew that all was well, for it was a sign that Abel was in bis shop attend ing to his business; when it slopped it was too a tot to be a sign that he liad vWen lJred away bt evil com- ' panions to sf me one of the haunts of sin which she knew too well were not far to seek, even in that quiet ham let. Wherever enough of the hu man race are collected together to warrant the erection of a church and school-house, there Satan comes and sets up a grog-shop. Presently Mrs. IJlodget’s heart was lightened bv the sound of a pair of boots on the door-stone ami a band on the latch. “There he comes now,”said she, and had just got her mouth made up to say. “ Well Abel,” when the door flew open and disclosed the burly figure and full-moon lace of Farmer Cram. So she said, instead,— “ Why, Mr. Cram, I didn’t think of seeing you. I thought to be sure ’twas Abel. Come in and be seated, do, and wait till he conies.” “No, thank you. My busines< isn’t with him in particular. I brought you over a basket of vegeta bles ; thought they wou'dn’t come sun ss; you haven’t got much of a garden, 1 believe.” 4, No, it doesn’t]]amount to much. Abel hasn’t much time to attend to such things, yon know. Oh, my,” stooping over the basket which lie had set on the floor, “what a lovely squash! And here’s corn and cu- •cumbers and tomatoes,—haven’t seen a tomato before this year. And such splendid shell-beans! Well, this is a treat! There’s nothing Abel’s fun- •der of than shell-beans. Don’t know •how we can repay you, Mr. Cram.” “ Never mind about that. If you’re satisfied, I am. All well, are you ?” “ Very well, thank you; and your wife, she’s well, I hope.” “Pretty smart,—never much to lioast of, you know, in the way of health. Don’t stop to empty the lliings out. I’ll call and get the bas ket to-morrow, or you can send one of the boys over with it.” And with ji nod, Mr. Cram vanished as suddenly as ho had come. By this time the tea-kittle iiad 'fin ished its song and begnn to boil • so Mrs. Blodget bustled about and got supper ready, stopping to look out the window every time she passed it, witli a faint hope of seeing her hus band coming toward the house. But the last dish was on the table, the sun was casting his latest and ruddiest glow on the wall, and still no Abel appeared. Then she called in the children, gave them their suppers, and sent them to bed. The sun said good night, and wont off to wake up the people in China, and she, poor wo man, lighted her lamp and sat down to finish her task. The morc.iime Abel waisted, the less she could afford to waste. For an hour she sat silently stitching,— there was no inclination to sing now, — when just as the clock struck eiirht, she heard a step approaching the house, and as it was a very into steady step, she knew it was Abel’s. Well, it was a comfort to think that he could walk at all. Sometimes he had to lie carried. She expected he would lie cross— the smallest quantity of liquor made him cross—hut as he 1 ad returned -»> early, she hoped he had not reached the stage of throwing things at her—at least, nothing more than her work-box or the cricket; she dreaded iiie chairs and light-stand. While, these thoughts were passing through her mind, Abel presented himself, a slender young man, with light hair and blue eyes, who might have been good looking but for the flush on his chceck and the frown on his brow. lie glanced angrily about the room, as if seeking some legitimate cause of war, but seeing nothing more ag gressive than the tea-table, he kieked that with a violence that set all the dishes to dancing a horn-pipe, and stammered out— “ Wlia—what’s that table stan’mn' there for?’ “ I kept waiting for you, dear,” said his w ife. “ I’ve had my supper. Think I don’ know enough to come home to supper? Clear it off this minute. 11 us settin’ up till midnight, keep’ll’ hie stan’n iu(. Clear itfjoff, I r say.*’ f “ Midnight? Why, Abel, it’s only eight o’clock,” said his wife, pointing to the time-piece in the corner. “ Think I don’t know the time o’ day ? I say it’s midnight. Do you mean to dispute my word ?” “ No, indeed ’’ “Yes, you do too; what do you say you don’t lor ? You want to pick a quarrel with that tongue o’ yours, that?s what you want; it just goes clack, clack, from iiiornin’ til ; night.” Mrs. Blodget made no reply to this assertion, hut cleared the table in silence. “So you’re going to be stuffy aliout it, arc you ?” said Abel. “ Oli, no.” “Yes, yon are too; what’s the o’ denying it? Ilnllo, what’s that?’’— his eye now lbr the first time falling upon the basket of vegetables. “ It’s garden sauce, Abel; isn’t it beautiful ? There’s corn and lieans’’— “ So that’s where the money goes,’’ interrupted Abel—“to buy things on the sly”— “ But I didn’t buy the things; they were a present,” quoth Mrs. Blod get. •‘Worse yet. Do folks think we’re paupers “ Lors, no! Mr. Crain knows bet ter than that,” said Mrs. Blodget. “ Cram ? So ’twas Cram brought ’em, was it ? I’ll let Cram know that he needn’t come here making my wife presents the minute iny back’s turned.” Now it was not the first time, by any means, that Abel had shown signs of jealousy, but the idea of being jealous of good-natured, hen- est, blowsy Mir. Cram, was so ludi crous to Mrs. Blodget that she burst into a laugh in spite of herself, which so exasperated her husband that be seized the offending basket and liurk-d it out doors, and then taking her by the shoulders, sent her out after it, saying— “ There, go and carry ’em back to old Cram, with my compliments.” This done, he locked the door, lighted his pipe, and sat by the fire, for he expected nothing but that she would come meekly begging for ad' mittance, and be intended to keep her waiting awhile, for a punishment, and then only admit her as a great favor. Ho had often tried the experiment, and it had succeeded well. But when some ten or fifteen minutes Imd elapsed, and he heard nothing from her, he began to be uneasy. Could it be that she had taken hirer at his word, and gone to Mr. Crain’s with the vegetables, just for the sake of mortifying him in the eyes of his neighbors ? He tip-toed cautiously to the win dow, and looked out. No, there was the basket, with its contents scatter ed about just where he bad thrown them, but nothing could be seen of his wife. “She’s only trying to fool me; but I’ll let her know she eaiix come that game over me,” said he to him self, and returned to his seat — He did not feel very comfgMable, through; and as the clock ticked on, and his head grew cool, hiju-wraili began to subside, and he became less and less satisfied with his. own part in the affair. He went and s-d’tly unlocked the door, so that sh^could come in if she chose, but the slow minutes went by, while he listened in vain for a hand upon the" latch. And the thought would obtrude itself of i lie many long hours sftie had sat waiting for his coming, and.what a brute he had been to her when he did come. Sometimes when he had abused her beyond endurance, she had threatened io take her o\vn life What if she had really done it, and left him to light his way alone with his motherless children! He threw down his pipp, and went out to look for her. “Nancy! Nancy!” he culled, as he rushed fran tically through garden, barn, and woodshed, but no vs ice replied. lie heard a chorus of screams in the house, however, and returned to find that he had waked all tit' chil dren, who, having disegyerffi. .tjie loss of their mother, were bewailing her in concert. He tried to comfort them, but it was long past midnight before they were asleep again, *aml all through the night, Tom and Letty, the two youngest, awoke at intervals and ris newed their lamentations. The next morning early, after meekly picking up the vegetables be hail thrown out the night before, he went over to Mr. Cram’s to inquire if they had seen anything of his wife. Jonas, Mr. Cram’s eldest son, a youth of seventeen, came to the door in answer to his knock.- “Seen any tiling of your wife? Why, you haven’t lost her, have you ?” “ Well, you see she and I had a lit tle till’ last night, and she went off, and hasn’t come back. I feci kind of anxious, because she’s threatened to kill hcrselt once or twice. You don’t suppose she’s been and done it, do you ?” “ Did you say she was j;o le all night?” said Jonas. “ All night.” “ Then if I was in your place I should be afraid she’d committed sui cide,” said Jonas. “Ifshe hung herself] ’twould most likely be in the barn and I’ve looked there. There wasn’t any fire arms round the house”— “ That’s nothing,” interrupted Jona\ “ Women don’t shoot their,s selves; they’re afraid to. Stop a minute—I’ve thought of it; you haven’t had any poison in the house to kill vermin with have you ?” “No, for vermin never get farther*!! the front door-step where Nancy is. There never was a neater woman than my wife, Jonas.’’ “Then there’s but one thing left, and that’s drowning,’» said Jonas. “ Ifl were you, I’d go down to the mill-pond and look round a little. I shouldn’t want to make a great stir about it just yet, not unless you find some track of her; but I’d go sure.” So away went Abel to look up his lost wife, while mischievous Jonas returned laughing to the kitchen, where—I may as well tell you now as any time, for its got to come out last—where sat little Mrs. Blodget quietly eating her Sunday breakfast of brown-bread and baked beans. Who can blame her if aft«*r bear ing so much from Abel, she had re solved to turn the tables and give him a lesson ? And a very profitable lesson it proved, for Abel learned bow much more necessary his wife was to his comfort than lie had supposed. Hitherto he had found his meals on the table at a particular hour, with out taking much thought of bow they got there; then he had gone out to smoke his pipe, and came back to find the dishes put away and every thing tidy. This, too, he had taken as a matter of course. His children he had regarded as being quite as good, if not considerably better, than other people’s. But on this memorable day it seemed to him as if cooking-stove, children and all were bewitched; and as for the dish es, he did not attempt to wash them, but piled them all up in the sink together, for a more convenient sea son. These domestic trials, combined with bis anxiety for his wife, and his fruitless efforts to find some trace of her, nearly drove the poor man out of his wits. When, therefore, just as he was going to bed, to seek forget fulness in sleep, Jonas appeared at his door with the intelligence that he knew where Mrs. Blodget was, and that she was quite safe, Abel, although vexed at h s needless anxie ty, was in no situation to refuse terms. “ I promised not to tel! where she is,” said Jonas ; “ but site says she’ll come home if \ on want her to, and if you don’t, she’s got a first rate chance in the Lowell mills. She can earn enough to maintain herself and help the children; Of course it’s for her interest to go there, and as you put her out of the house, nobody could blame her if she never came back ; but still, if you want her very inueh, and will promise better fashions, she’s willing to give you another charfce.” k ’ / How imtoli of this speech was due to Mrs. Blodget, and how much was the invention of her trusty messenger, wc will nut slop to consider, but it had its effect. “ Of course I want her to come back. I wasn’t myself last night. She oughtn’t to be so hard on a fellow when he isn’t himself. I "over’ll do so again—I won’t, ’pon honor.” “Well, I’ll tell her'what you say, and I guess she’ll aome back,” said tlie wily young diplomat. “ I shall advise her to.” So the next day Mrs. Blodget re turned, and the re-united family gath ered around a well-cooked dinner, of which Mr. Cram’s vegetables formed a conspicions part. THE SU3ST. 1877. NEW YORK. 1877. Just Received. 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The Scxday edition alone, eight pages, $1.20 a year, post paid. Tlie weekly Sox, eight pages of 56 broad oolnums, will be furnished during 1877 at the rate of $1 a year, post paid. The benefit of this large redaction from the previous rate for tlie Weekly can be enjoyed by individual subscribers without the necessity of making up clubs. At the same time, if any of our friends chocse to utd in extending our circu lation, wo shall be grateful to them, and every such person who sends ns ten or more sub scribers from one place will bo entitled to one copy' of the paper for himself without charge. At one dollara year, postage paid, the expenses of paper and printing are barely repaid; and, coi'sideriug the size of the sheet and the quality of its contents, we are confident tlie people will consider The Weekly Snc the cheapest news- pai»cr published iu the world, and we trust also one of the very best. Address, decl9. THE SUN, New York City, N.Y. L. P. Q. 8. Low Prices, Quick Sales! §50 TO $100 SAVED. Is the Verdict of the Numer ous Patrons of the AUGUSTA MUSIC HOUSE. Extraordinary Inducemsnts. J2L W ea® S®ge» Am) OB.GA1TS —AT— Wholesale Prices to Cash Buyevs. G. O. ROBINSON. I.UDDEX & BATES. G. 0. ROBINSON & CO. Have the most Complete assortment of FIAJlTOS JL-STT) ORC^AITS, South of Baltimore. FOURTEEN OF THE BEST MAKERS ARE REPRESENTED. Every Instrument warranted to give entire satisfaction. A GOOD STOOL AND COVER WITH EVERY PIANO. Purehashing Largely lor CASH, enables us to sell at New York LOW EST PRICES, with freight paid to any point. G. 0. U0HIXSON & CO., Will sell one hundred PIANOS and two hundred ORGANS for small, monthly payments, arranged to suit all responsible parties. LflCusical Instruments, —AND— MUSICAL MERCHANDISE Of all kinds. We import direet from Manufactu rers in Europe, ami supply our cus tomers 25 per cent, below New York retail prices. Musical Instruments sent by Express to any part of the South, with privilege of returning at our expense, it not entirely satisfac tory. BEST ITALIAN STRINGS, Sheet Music and Music Books, THE LATEST 3PTJBILI- C-A-TIOIXTS- Masic received overy day by Mail or Express. Orders promptly filled at I’ubliahera' prices. BRASS, SILVER AND ORCHESTRAL In- airumenta, Drums, Files and Cymbals, at Low est Manufacturers’ prices. PIANOS TUNED AND REPAIRED. Wo havo secured the services of Mr. C. II. TAYLOR, a first-class Tuner of 25 years’ prac tical experience. All work warranted. Orders will receive prompt attention. G.O. ROBINSON*CO., Augusta Music House, nug-29-Om. 265 Broad Street. XTcrbice. Shippers of Christmas presents, etc., are re spectfully urged to send packages and boxes ns early as possible so as to allow ample time for them to reach destination iu due season. The Express Company is generally crowded with freight during the holidays. Have the articles securely packed uiul plainly inurked, with name of street and number of the house. • dec!2 WM. WILLIAMS, Agent. / PLAIN AND FANCY JOB WORK. IN PRICES. Having Secured the Services of H. L. Cranford, -A. FIRST-CLASS JOB PRINTER, We are enabled to turr out as good work as can he done IN THE STATE. We call the attention of all our citi zens to the following Price List: Bill Heads, per Thousand, Assorted, $5. Canary Colored Envelops, Furnished to Merchants and Business Men, with their cards printed on them, At $3 PER THOUSAND LETTER HEADS, $4 50 to $5 Per Thousand. CARDS, Common 75c per Hundred, —AND- $4 50 to $5 per Thousand. Fancy Work Proportionately Higher, VXSXTXXTC CARDS, BLANKS, NOTES, Handbills, Pamphlets, etc., Printed in any color desired, and as cheap as can be done in the State. GIVE US YOUR ORDERS, SAVE MONEY, And get good work, aud sustain a home institution. Call at tlie ATH ENS GEORGIAN office, Broad street, Athens, Ga.