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(SSTABLISSBD IX Tine TSAR HIM). wvw MMM c HFABD, ) WLiomiKi ok. j •k. xvi r. Up Mini Cipiy, Office General Manager, Augusta; Ga., JULY Ist, 1882 Commencing Sunday JULY 2d, 1881, Passenger Trains will run as follows: | Rio. I, West- i>a i>. Augusta 10:30 a. m. r t ire Macon 7.10 a. m. Lt Miltedgeville 9:05 a. m. Lyo C'aruak 12:25 a m. Lmt* Washington 11:20 a. m. L#av* Athens 9:45 a. m. ArriT! v Gieenesburo’ 2;l(i p. m. ArrirraDAttanta 6:45 p. m. 4 Ko. :t, W est -lai> • Lmv Augusta 8:50 p rn j rl j T ANARUS Greenesboro’ 1 44 am Lmv# Macon, 7:10 p m Milledgeville 0-15 p m l,ar* Athens 6:00 p m Arrir* Atlanta 0:40 a ra ■Mj^. s uperb Sleepers to Auguola and Atlanta. El R.. DORS.ESY, General Passenger Agent. B[. W. Green, General Manager. • GUY DRUG STORE. oo J Always keepaLatge and varied assortment of Chemically Parc DRUMS and NEW GOODS r f Medici sics. Arriving every week. is?f Jk 6 * * Full stock of 'PAINTS, OILS, VARNISHES, COLORS, BRUSHES, etc. All Sizes WINDOW GL\SB. LAMP GOODS, CHIMNEYS, etc m Buist’s Garden* Seeds. H L .POTATOES, eti., • , warranted fresh and Genuino. lOeenU ‘~ SJ “* K <•-wf„ _ strict ly. The best Seed for this climate. ■lie Cigars & Chewing Tobacc o Model Soaps, Perfumery, Pomades, Tooth-brushes, and Druggist's sundries. ■W*Physicians’ prescriptions careful compounded and dispensed. ■ John Ao GriMn. PGrecnesboro’, Ga„ Jannarj 29.1880. J. L. BOWIES & ('O., jjjVl; Wholesale and Retail ~4 s xssr M If |P|| ® i& #4 r No. 717 Broad Street, ■Augusta, - - - GA. OUR Stock is complete in every particular. Chamber Sets from SSOO down to $26 Parlor Sets from S4O up to $260. Come and see us, or write for prices. We SSh • the Latest Styles and Novelties in our line. We are A/rent 8 for the Woven Wit* Mattress Con ■, ioy,and the National Wire Improved. The best two spring in the — *et We have a lull line of cheap Spring and Mattresses; also tine Feathers- J. L. BOWLES & CO. Jan 20 1881 No. 717 Broad Street, Augusta, G ROHM, CAMPBELL M DEALERS IN Paper, Paper Boxes, Books I * And Stationery, Office and Salesroom No. 29, Whitehall Street, I ATLANTA, - - - GA. ■lain waiting paper. wrapping paper. ■a>lvjY do do PAPER BAGS of all sizes and ■LANK BOOKS. weight at M ;ks Bottom figures ■UCILAGE, * §fc“ and “r-tta Solicited. October 14, 1880 — - Central Motel* Mrs WM~ THOMAS, PROPRIETRESS. Centrally located uear Confederate Monument, Broad Street AUGUSTA, Ga. fomtortable Rooms. Excellent Fare. Courteous Clerks and attentive Servants Bept. 30, 1880— IVo. 8, llst - iPssi.v. Leave Atlanta 8:20 a. m. Leave Greenesboro’ 12:03 p m Arrive Athens 8:45 p m arrive Washington 2:65 p m Arrive Oamak 1:67 p m Arrive MilledgevUle 4:49 p m Arrive Macon 6:45 p m Arrive Augusta 3.55 p m IVo. 4, Hast—ltaly. Leave Atlanta 8:45 p m Leave Greenesboro’ 1;47 a m Arrive Milledgeville 4:27 a m Arrive Micon 6:40 a m Airive at Athens, 8:30 a. m Arrive Augusta 6:30 a m Devoted to tlie Cause of Truth and Justice, and (lie Interests of the People. GREENESBORO’, GA., THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 9, 1882. WHiT BECAME OF HER BY HELEN FORREST CRAVES. [Selected.] There was a great commotion in Foxville when old Parson Fox died. It was not only because he was the pioneer of the place, having come there when the woods were one primeval mass of green, and hia 8 If having erected the old ston r ' parsonage around which tho thriv ing village had grown up with al most incredible rapidity. It was not that he had preached the Gospel to them for four-and forty years; it was not that his footsteps had been instant on every threshold where sickness came or sorrow brooded. All this bad been received as a matter o f course, and forgotten as soott as the necessities were past But it was because Foxville cu riosity was on tho qui vive about Joanna, his grandchild, the sole re maining blossom on the gnarled old family tree who was left quite un provided for. “I declare to goodness,” said Mrs. Emmons, ,f I don't know what is to become of that girl !” “She hain’t no faculty,” said Sabina Sexton, tho village dress maker; “and never had.” ‘Books possessed no charm to her!’ sighed Miss Dodge, who taught the Foxville district school ‘She always cried ovei her parsing rhetoric, and I never could make her understand cube root !’ •There’s no denvin’ that the old minister was as near a saint as we often see in this world,’ said Mrs. Luke Lockedge, piously. ‘But he hadn't ought to lot Joanna run loose in the wools and fields the way he did. Why, I don’t s’poße she ever made a shirt or fried a batch o’ fritters in he*'sfe !’ ‘l3 it true,’ said Miss Dodge, peering inquisitively up under her spectacle glasses, ‘'.hat she is en gßged to your Simon, Mrs Lock edge?’ Mrs Lockedge closed her mouth, shook her heed and knitted away until her needles sbene like forked lightning. •Simon’s like all other young men, Miss Dodge,’ said she—-'took by a pretty face and a pair o’ bright eyes. And they set on the same ber-h at school. And as long as we s'posed Parson Fex bad left property why there wasn’t no ob jection. But there wasn’t nothing not even a life insurance. So I’ve talked to Simon and made him hear reason. There can’t nobody live on air.’ •But that’s rutber hard on Joan na, ain’t it?’ sad Mrs Emmons, with a little sympathetic wheeze. ‘Reason is reasou !’ Mrs. Lock edge answered. ‘My Simon will have property and the girl be mar ries must have suthin’ to match it.' So that Joanna Fox, sitting list leeely in her black uress by the window, where the scent of June honeysuckles floated sweetly in. and trying to realize that she was alone in the world, h* J divers and sundry visitors that day. The first was Simon Lockedge. looking as if his errand were some how connected with grand larceny Joanna started up, her wan face brightening. She was only six teen— a brown-haired, brown eyed girl with a solemn,-rd mouth and a round, white throat, banded with black velvet. ‘Ob, Simon,’ she cried, ‘I knew you would come when you heard Simon Lockedge wriggled un easily into a seat, instead of ad vancing to clasp her outstretched hand. ‘Yes,’ said he. ‘Of course it’s very sad. Joanna, and l m awfully sorry for you. But ’ Joanna stood still, her face har dening into a cold, white mask, her hands falling to her side. •Yes,’ said she. ‘You wore saying ’ •It’s mother!’ guiltily confessed Simon. ‘A fellow can’t go against his own mother, you knew. She says it’s nonsense our engagement, and we shouldn’t have anything to live on ! And so.’ with a fiual twist, ‘we’d better consider tt all over. Tbat’s the sense of the mat ter—, now ain’t it, Joanna?’ She did not answer. ‘l’m awfully sorry,’ stn'tered Simon ‘I always set a deal of store by you, Joanna.’ Did you?’ she said, bitterly.— ‘One would scarcely have thought it.’ ‘And you know, Joanna.’ he added, awkwardly, mindful of his mother’s drill,‘when poverty cotuss in at the door, loves flies out at the window!’ Joanna smiled scornfully. •It 6eems.’ said she, ‘that love does not always wait for that ’ And she turned and walked like a young queen into the adjoining apartment; wi ile Simon, slinking out of the door like a detected bur glar. muttered to himself: ‘lt’s the hardest job o' work that ever 1 did in my life. Splitting stumps is nothing to it. But moth er says it must be done —and moth er rules the roost in our house!’ Next came Mrs. Emmons. Justins, ‘ saitl She. ’l’m deep iy grieved at this ’ere affliction that’s befell you!’ ‘Thank you, Mrs. Emmons?’ said the girl, mechanically. ‘l’ve come to ask you about your plans,’ added the plump widow.— ‘Because if you have no other in tentions, I’ll he glad to have you help me with tho housework. I’m goin’ to have a house full o’ sum mer boarders, and there'll be a deal more work than me and Elvi ry can manage Of course you won’t expect no pay, but a good home is what you need most, and ’ ‘Stop a minute!’ said Joannca— ‘Am I to understand that you ex pect me to assume the position and duties of a serv.n t, without a ser vant’s wages?’ ‘You'll be a member of the fam ily,’ said Mrs. Emmons; ‘and vou will set at the same table v.ith me and Elviry, and ’ ‘1 am much obliged to you,’ said Joanna, ‘but I must decline your kind offer.’ And Mrs. Emmons departed in righteous wrath, audibly declaring her conviction that pride was cer tain sooner or later to have a fall. ‘I have plenty of friends,’ said •loanna, courageously, ‘or rather dear grandpapa had lam sure to be provided for,' But Squire Barton looked harder than anv flint when tho orphan came to him. “Something to do, Miss Fox ?” said he. “Well, that’s the very problem of the age— woman's work, you know; and I ain’t smart enough to solve it Copying? No. our Arm don’t need that sort of work. Do I know of any one that does ? N-00. I can’t say I do; but if I should hear of an opening. I’ll be sure to let you know Ahem ! I’m a little ousy this morning, Miss Fox; soiry l can’t devote more time to you John, the door Good morn ing, mv dear Miss Fa! I assure you, you have mine and Mrs. Barton’s prayers in this sa l visitation of an in scrutable Providence." Old Miss Gringe, who had fifty thousand dollars at intere-t, and who had always declared that she loved dear Joanna Fox like a daughter, sent down word that ahe wasn't very well and couldn't see company. Dr Wentworth, in visiting whose invalid daughter poor old had contracted the iUoess whieh carried him to his grave, was sorry for Miss Joanna, of course, but he didn’t know of any way in which he could bo use ful. He understood there was a kid glove factory to be opened on Walling River loon. “Nn doubt Mi's Fox could get a place there; or there could be no ob jection to her going out to domestic service. There wan a great deal of I false sentiment on this subject and he thought ” But Joanna without waiting for the result of his cogitations excused her° self. She would detain him no longer, she said; and she went away with flaming checks, and resolutely repressed tears Wh en she got homo she found one of the trustees of the church awaiting her. He didn't wi-h to hurry her. hut the new clergyman didn’t want to live in such a ruinous old place; and it was their calculation, as the parsonage was mortgaged much beyond its real value, to sell it out. and buy anew frame hnue near the depot, with all the modern conveniences, for tho use of the Reverend Silas Speak well. “Am I to be turned out of my home?" said Joanna, indignantly. Deacon Blydecburg hemmed and hawed. He didn’t want to hurt no one’s feelings; hut as to her home, it was well known that to all intents and purposes the old place had long ago passed out of Parson Fox’s ownership; and they were willing to accord her any reasonable length of time to pack up and take leavo of her friends—say n wet k. So Joanna who could think of no remaining Friend bu* her old governess, who had long ago gone to New York to fight the great, world for herself, went down to the city, and pp ealed to Mi's Woodin in her extremity; and Miss VYoodin cried over her and kiss ed her and caressed her, like an old maiden aunt. “What am I to do?” said poor, pale Joanna. “I can’t starve l" ‘Th.re’s no necessity for any one starving iu this great, busy world,"said Miss Woodin, cheerfully. “All one wants is faculty.” Joanna shrank a little from ths hard, stereotyped word which she had so often heard from the lips of Mrs. Emmons, Miss Sabina S.xton, and that sisterhood. •‘But bow do you live ?" said she “Do you see that thing there iu the corner?’’ said Miss Woodin. “Yes,” answered Joanna. “Is it sewing machine?" “It's a type-writer." announced Miss Woodin, ‘‘and I earn my living on it.” “But whut do you write?” said Joanna “Anything I can get,” sail Miss Woodin. And thus, in the heart of the great wilderness of New York, Joanna Fox commenced her pilgrimage of toil, j First on the type-writer, then pro ! moled to a compiler's desk in the “Fashion Department” of a prominent weekly journal; then by means of a striking original sketch, slipped into the letter-box of the Ladies’ Weekly with fear and trembling, to a place on the contributors’ list; then gradually rising to the rank of a spirited young novelist, until our village damsel had her pretty “flat" furnished like a uiin iature palace, with Miss Woodin and her type-writer snugly installed in one corner. “Because T owe everything to her," said the young authoress, gratefully. And one day, glancing over the ex changes in the sanctum of the Ladies’ Weekly, to whoso columns she still contributed, she came across a copy of the Foxville Gazette. “Hester,” she said, hurrying home to Mi s Woodin. “the parsonage is to be sold at auction to-morrow, and I mean to go up and buy it; for I am sure—fjuite sure that I could write better there than anywhere else in the world." Miss Woodin agreed with Joanna. Miss Woodin believed most firmly in whatever Joanna believed. In her loving eyes the successful young writer was always right. Joanna Fox and Miss Woodin. dressed in black and closely veiled,went up to Foxville to attend the auction sale. Everybody was there. They didn't have an auotion sale at Foxville every day in the week. Squire Barton was there, with 1 a vague idea ol purchasing tho old place for a public garden. ‘•lt would he attractive,” said the squire. “These open air concert gar dens are making no end of money in the cities. “I don't see why the Ger mans need pocket all the money that there is going.’ Mrs. Emmons came because every body else did Miss Dodge, who had saved a tittle money, thought if the place went cheap she would nay down a part and give a mortgage for the re mainder. ‘Ami my si-ler could keep boarders,’ she considered, “and I could always have a home there.’’ But Simon uoekedge was most de termined of all to have the oil par sonage for his own. ‘I could fix it up,’ he said to him self, ‘and live there real comfortable.— It’s a dreadful pretty location, and I’m bound to have it—especially since mother’s investments have turned out bad we’ve got to sell the old farm.— Nothing hasn't gone right with us since I broke off with the old parson’s granddaughter. It wasn’t quite the square thing to do, but there seemed no other way. But, let mother say what she will, it brought bad luck to us.' An 1 (he rustic crowd purged in and! nut. and the auctioneer mounted to the j platform on an old kitchen table, and | the bidding began at five hundred dollars, and ‘hung fire' for some time. ‘Six !’ said cautious Simon Lookedge I at lust. ‘Seven !’ piped Miss Dodge, faintly. ‘Eight !' said Simon, resolutely. *A thousand !' uttered the voice of | a quiet, veiled lady in the corner. Everyone stared in that direction. ‘ 'Tain’t worth that,’ said the squire, soffo vorr; ’all run down fences gone to nothing ’ Hut Simon Lockedgo wanted it very much. ‘E—],.—ven hundred !’ said he, slowly and unwillingly. ‘Fifteen hundred!’ poke the soft voice, decidedly. ‘Fifteen hundred bawled the auc lioneer. ‘l’m offered fifteen hundred dollars for this very desirable property. Fifteen hundred —Gfteen —teen— teen —teen. Fifteen hundred, once —fif- teen hundred, twice —fifteen hundred, three times and gone! What name ma’am, if you please ?' And the lady, throwing aside her veil, answered calmly: ‘Joanna Fox.' The old parsonage was rebuilt, and studded with little bay windows and medieval porches. Laurels and rho dodendrons were set out in the grounds, the little brook was bridged over with rustic cedar-wood, and Joanua Fox and Miss Woodin came there to live in modest comfort. But Mrs. Lockedge and her son Siuion moved out of Foxville when the mortgage on their old place was fores closed, and the places that had known them once knew them no more. And Mrs. Emmons said: ‘She’s done real well, Joanna has. I always knew there was something in her.’ And Mrs. Wentworth and the ?ilisses Barton tried desperately to become in timate with the young authoress, but without avail. For there is nothing in all the wide world go successful as success, and it is a fetish which has many worshipers. “Dear Sirs,— A special num her of the will be issued at Christmas The intentiou is to present to the public a holiday number unsurpassed in contribu tions as well as in the printer's art It would be a great pleasure to re ceive an article, either prose or > poetry, from your pen for this number. Trusting it is not asking too much, I remain, sincerelv yours.” **** * Genial sponge, wo do not publish your name with the above. We refrain out of kindly consideration fot your feelings. You are asking f T. LEWIS, f EDITOR. too much. You ask something for nothing. What would you thifrk of a grocer who would write to all the other grocers in town asking each to contribute fitny little arti cle—say a barrel of sugar, or a box of poap—so that ho could make a brilliant display at Christmas? The woods seem to lie full of members of your family. They are scatter., ed all over thiv free country, and almost every <hry we have a fetter from someone of them asking for u contribution from our “trenchant pen” to use in illuminating the f irtheoming Christmas or New Year number of their Journal. It takes us six days a week to write enough to keep Siftings afloat,am! we desecrate the seventh day iu counting our ill g uten gains. Tha only time wo could devote to man ufacturing either prose or poetry 1 for you, w.uid be at night, and wo use op nil our nights in sleeping off rfhe effects of the exhilarating pastime of writing editorials and reading proof. So you see how wo are fixed. Couldn't accommodato you even il we wanted to do so.— [Texas Siftings. The Constitution, For ISB2-3. rs better equipped in ever} sense than ever before to maintain its position IK THE FRO N'T RANKS OF SOUTH KR N JOURNALISM. ft ttilfo lln* sittcniion of ll*e resitting; public to Hie loilow* ins points Hint cum Itej claimed. 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BF%.Miss Lula Bourne is selling quanti ties of new Millinery Goods at C. A. l)avi & Co's. Have you seen those wide brim Hals in her department ? They are very fashionable this season. another supply of popular suits for children, boys and young men arriving this week at C. A. Davis & 0./s, NO. 44.