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HAWKINSVILLE DISPATCH.
VOL. IX.
Pj'ofessioncil Directory.
ATTORNEYS AT LAW.
JACOB WATSON,
Attorney at l aw,
Hawkinsville, Georgia.
WILL practice in the countiea of Pu
laski, Dooly, Wilcox, Dodge, Tel
ler, Irwin and Houston. Prompt atten
tion given to all business placed in my
hands. a P r §l**
LUTHER A. HALL,
Attorney at law
AND REAL ESTATE AGENT,
Eastman, Ga.
WILL practice in all counties adjacent
to the 51. & B. railroad, the Su
preme Court of the State and the Federal
Court of the Southern District ot Georgia.
For parties desiring, trill buy, sell or lease
any real estate, or pay the taxes upon tli*
same in the counties of Dodge, Laurens,
Wilcox, Telfair and Appling. Office in
the Court House. aprlstf
J. H. WOODWARD,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
YicnDa, Ga.
WILL practice in the Superior Courts
in the counties of Dooly, Worth,
Wilcox, Pulaski and Houston, and by
special contract in other courts. Prompt
attention given to collections. mcli4tf
LEWIS LEE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Hawkinsville, Ga.
WILL give prompt attention to all
business. Office at M. Stern’s
Store. jan2B-lm
A. J. CONE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Hawkinsville, Ga.
Office at Mobley's Store. feb2s-ly
O. C. HORNE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Hawkinsville, Georgia.
Office on Commerce street. feblßly
L. C. RYAN. J. B. MITCHELL.
HYAN & MITCHELL,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW
AND REAL ESTATE AGENTS,
Hawkinsville, Ga.
WILL practice in the counties com
prising the Oconee Circuit, and in
the Circuit and District Courts of the
United States for the Southern District of
Georgia. feblltf
J. M. DENTON,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
PRACTICES in the Brunswick Circuit
and elsewhere by special contract.
Office at residence, Coffee county, Ga. P.
O. address, Hazlehurst, M. & B. R. R.,
Georgia. leb4tf
W. IRA BROWN,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Vienna, Ga.
PRACTICES in the Superior Courts of
Oconee Circuit, and elsewhere in the
State by special contract. Collections
and other business promptly attended
to 3-13-ly
I. L. TOOLE,
ATTORN! Y AT LAW,
Vena, Ga. novl3tf
JOHN H. MARTIN,
ATTORNEY AT LAW
AND REAL ESTATE AGENTS,
Hawkinsville, Ga.
PRACTICES in the Courts of Pulaski,
Houston. Dooly, Wliocx, Irwin,
Telfair, Dodge and Laurens. may-tf
CHARLES 0. KIBBEE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Hawkinsville, Ga.
WILL practice in the Circun and Dis
trict Courts of the United States
lor the Southern District of Georga, and
in the Superior Courts of Houston, Dooly,
Pulaski, Laurens, Wilcox, Jlrwin and
Dodge counties. j une 291 y
JOHN P. DELACY,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
EASTMAN, GA.
Will practice in the counties of Pulaski,
Dodge, Telfair, Laurens, Montgomery,
Wilcox, and Irwin, of the Oconee Circuit,
and Appling and Wayne, of the Bruns
wick Circuit.
Prompt attention given to all business
entrusted to his care. lunl7 tf
PHYSICIANS & SURGEONS.
DBS. J. P. & W. R. HOLMES,
SURGEON DENTISTS,
(Successors of Dr. Q. W. Emerson)
84 MULBURY ST., MACON, OA.
DRS. Holmes euro diseased gums or
scurvy, cure abscessed teeth, fill teeth
withouthout pain, Insert partial or full
seta of artificial teeth. Guarantee all
work. Prices reasonable. janl-ly
DR. H. V. JOHNSON,
Hawkinsvillc, Georgia.
HAS romovod Ills residence to Scar
borough House, where lie may be
found at all hours when not at his office
or profcsssionally engaged. sepl7-tf
HO TEUS AND RES TA UR ANTS.
ELDER HOUSE,
COMMERCE STREET,
Ilawkiiisville, Georgia.
THE undersigned [announces to liis
friends that he has taken charge of the
hotel lately occupied by Mrs. Hudspeth,
and will hereafter conduct it as a private
boarding-house; and will receive such
customers as ho sees proper. The table
will be equal to that oi any hotel in Hawk
insvillc.
TERMS:
Single incals 50 cents
Board per day, (including lodging). .$1.50
Day board pel month $16.00
W. M. ELDER.
jan7 tf
Marshall House,
SAVANNAH, OA.,
A. B. LUCE, Proprietor.
HOARD-43 a day.
inclill tf
For One Dollar.
The Hawkinsville Dispatch will
be sent and the postage .paid the bal
ance of 1815 for ONE DOLLAR, in
order to give subscribers an opportu
nity to begin with the first of anew
year. tf
Fire in Macon.
In Macon, on Tuesday of last
week, at five o’clock, a fire broke out
in Masterson & Pound’s livery sta
bles, on Third street, whi#li extended
to Stewart’s livery stables, on Mul
berry street, and all were destroyed.
Hodgkins’ gun store was much dam
aged. The building was saved, but
the stock was nearly destroyed. A
large house on Walnut street, occu
pied by Charles A Hall, as a board
ing house, was destroyed.
A gale, accompanied by heavy rain
during the fire, saved the Lanier
House and all the rest of the stables.
The whole loss is upward of fifteen
thousand dollars.
A Month Ahead.
New Orleans, July 14 A bale
of new cotton was received last night
from St. Landry parish, classed mid
dling fair to fair, new classification,
and weighing 400 pounds. It was
sold for 25 cents per pound. • The
first receipt of Louisiana cotton last
year was August 12th.
The Supreme Court.
It is rumored extensivelypn Atlanta
that Judges McKay and Trippe, of
the Supreme Court, will resign at an
early day, and it is thought that
Hon. Hope Hull, of Augusta, and
Col. L. E. Bleckly, of Atlanta, will
be appointed to the positions. We
heard the rumor so often while in
Atlanta, that we are persuaded it is
true. —Monroe Advertiser.
•We have heard the rumor about
the resignation of Messrs. Trippe
and Me Cay, but Judge James Jack
son and Mr. Hull were named as
their successors. —Macon Telegraph.
Mr. James Denmark, Jr., of Bul
loch county, while returning from his
field, where he had been plowing, was
dashed by his horse against a tree,
and instantly killed.
The negroes in the timber districts
of Liberty county, are in a bad row
for stumps. They are without pro
visions, have no crop prospects, tim
ber business suspended on Beard’s
creek, and they had rather starve
than lay down the axe and work on
a farm.
Mrs. Trippe, mother of Judge
Trippe, of the Supreme Court, died
at Culloden, Monroe county, July
Ist, aged seventy-eight years.
Ten miles north of Columbus, in
certain quarters, there has been only
one shower of rain since May 3d,
and crops are suffering terribly.
A Negro living about five miles
from Atlanta caught and caged
eleven partridges last winter from
which he has raised sixty young ones
who are tame, healthy and apparently
domesticated.
A little girl named Culverson, of
Floyd county, was bitten by a snake
last Friday week and died in fifteen
minutes.
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The rice crop in Liberty is report
ed as being sadly in want of rain.
Corn is almost a failure.
Bulloch county has spent over
SIOO,OOO for fertilizers during this
year. The stand of cotton is excel
lent, and the crop is estimated at 125.
Absolom Joiner, an old citizen of
Monroe connty, died on the Bth in
stant, at the advanced age of seventy
eight.
Mr. R. E. Wilder, a citizen of
Crawford county, was struck by
lightning and instantly killed at San
ford’s mill, in Houston county, on
Tuesday evening of last week.
A few days since a horse belong
ing to Mr. Joseph Langford, of
Girard, Ala., was killed by a flash of
lightning from an almost clear sky.
A negro man was watering the
horse at the well when struck. The
horse’s head and all of his legs had
the hair burnt clear off. The light
ning then struck the surface of the
ground, made a hole and ran along
the surface until it stuck a dog chain,
when it disappeared. The negro
man was stunned and his legs
burned.
A countryman purchased anew
hat at a Burlington store, last week,
leaving the old one with the mer
chant, who kicked it under the coun
ter. The next day the countryman
returned, and after a search among
the rubbish, found the old tile, and
turning down the band, pulled out a
fifty dollar bill, quietly remarking,
“I came mighty near forgeltin’ where
I put that money,”
HAAVKINSVILLE, GA., THURSDAY MORNING, JULY 22, 1875,
[Special Correspondence Dispatch.
Letter from Canada.
Crossing the St. Lawrence River
—Great Wheat Crops in the
West—Beautiful Scenery—The
World’s Wonder, Niagara Falls
—Visiting Quebec and Montreal
—Nuns and Nunneries,
Montreal, Canada, )
July 5, 1875. J
Editor Hawkinsville Dispatch :
This being your first communica
tion from Pulaskians traveling in
this part of America, I have thought
it might probably be of some little in
terest, these dull times, to some of
your readers to hear of wanderings.
By way of parenthesis, let me com
mence by saying I am truly sorry for
you, poor, hot, miserable swelterers
in Hawkinsville. Just imagine, if
you can, your three friends (on this
4th of July) sitting rather uncomfort
ably wrapped up in their'overcoats,_
on board a splendid steamer gliding
swiftly down the world-renowned St.
Lawrence river, fanned by the cold
winds from the Northeast.
However, I am commencing at the
wrong end of our trip. We could not
have selected a more propitious time
for taking this trip, as the whole face
of the country from Atlanta, (where
I joined my two friends, Col. K. and
Col. 0.), to this place, Montreal, had
been well soaked with refreshing
showers, so that we had no dust the
entire trip, rendering it delightful
traveling—no heat of any conse
quence.
I report crops good through- all
the States. Not so good on Canada
side of Lake Ontario. Wheat in
Tennessee and Georgia is harvested,
and a bountiful harvest it is. Cot
ton is quite small, but good stands,
and growing well. Corn in Georgia
is good, but compared with the thou
sands ol acres we passed in the Ten
nessee and Ohio vallies, is seemingly
of little consequence. We were told
in several neighborhoods corn would
average seventy bushels per acre,
valley land. While I did not envy
them their lands, (that’s wrong, you
know,) I thought if we could only
get a few tons of this soil to spread
over our gardens we would be hap
pier. There is one good thing (for
us at least) at which we can take
comfort. Biscuit will be cheap,
(make a note of this) as the wheat
crop is flue the whole way.
As to the scenery in this Northern
country, it is not in my power to de
scribe (some of it), nor in the mind
of man to conceive of the natural
beauty, adorned as it is by the hand
of man. What man could paint a
picture doing justice to the beautiful
rolling country for fifty miles this
side of Cincinnati ? ’Twas delight
ful to be skimming along at the rate
of thirty-five miles an hour through
this beautiful, undulating, earthly
paradise. I might say, as far as the
eye could see, both to the right and
left, ’twas same living green, over
spreading the entire earth; every
foot being made profitable to man
and beast with the different grasses
and grain, and innumerable vegetable
gardens, and surrounding beautiful
cottage homes, dotting the whole face
of the c#untry. Surely this must he
a contented people. I could but
think, with what disgust a Wilcox
county cow would look upon her own
sandy soil if she could be transferred
to these green pastures, and lie down
when well filled under the cooling
shades, pear some cool stream, like
many we saw, with no fly to trouble
or undergrowth to bother her. We
thought of buying this country if we
saw nothing else to spend our money
for that we liked better. We lnve
since decided not to make the pur
chase, as other things of equal digni
ty have engrossed #ur attention and
taken our change! We will not
make that purchase during this trip.
We spent a day very pleasantly in
Cincinnati. ’Tis a lively place. As
you approach the city from Louis
ville,-up the Ohio, one is struck at
the number of foundaries, machine
shops, &c., &c., that attract the eye
for mile3 up the river, rendered more
impressive by the dark smoke and
flames arising from each, especially
at twilight. Stopped over a day and
night at Cleveland, Ohio, a beautiful
city, commanding a fine view of Lake
Erie, being built upon a high emi
nence on the shore of this famous
Lake. ’Tis called the “Forest City,”
on account of its many beautiful
lawns and parks. In one of these
beautiful parks is erected a beautiful
and appropriate monument to Com
modore Perry, who fought his mem
orable fight on Lake Erie, near this
present city. Euclid Avenue is the
prettiest avenue I ever beheld; so
says Bayard Taylor, also, the great
European traveler. The residences
on this avenue are magnificent in
size and beautiful in modern archi
tecture,sitting back from the avenue a
hundred yards or more, with splen
did grounds and beautiful walks in
front. In fact, all around the sido
walks, as is also the streets, very
wide; these palatial residences of
rich nabobs extend for miles up this
splendid dtive. The mind of man
has been exhausted on this avenue to
render man happy and content; and
yet I expect dome of these people,
with all their wealth and comforts
surrounding them in so much profu
sion, would like to exchange their
grounds for an orange grove on Lake
Jessup, Florida, at least I found this
feeling among the wealthy of Atlan
ta. There is no such thing as con
tentment in life, especially among
the rich. “The more we have, &c.”
Yes, Commodore Perry’s bones arc
resting in a beautiful spot, near
where he fell, a martyr to his coun
try—l wish I could from my heart,
(have cause to say) our country.
This Centennial movement is doing
much toward filling up the “bloody
chasm.” Our children of Georgia
will shake hands across this chasm,
and be a happier people than the
generation preceding them. So mote
it be.
We find the Northern people kind
and polite to Southerners. We
stopped over at Niagara Palls thirty
sex hours ; visited every place of in
terest, shelling out our money at
every turn to gel “a better view of
the falls.” An attempt by any man
to give a true description of this
greatest wonder of the world, would
be more than vain. Man sighs in
vain for words to relieve his bur
dened mind in order to express his
feelings, but the adjective will not
come. He can onlyy in silent won
der, sit and gaze at the greatest work
of God, in Nations ; all other sights
sink into insignificance compared
to this “Lion” of America. Unlike
other sights, the mind never tires in
beholding it. The whole scene is
terribly grand, from the raging,
whirling, rapids above for miles of a
mighty river, one-half to three
fourths of a mile wide, growing in
velocity as it nears the mighty preci
pice to. take a final plunge of 170
feet below. The roaring can be
heard forty miles. Nature lias ex
hausted herself in this great work ;
and man, seemingly not to be out
done by his Maker, lias erected a
monument to himself in the suspen
sion bridge, which is truly wonderful,
spanning, as it does, the mighty
Nigara river, at a height of 256 feet.
The estimated strength of this struc
ture is 150 tons, and as only ten or
fifteen tons can be placed upon it on
ordinary traffic, its stability is se
cured 1,230 feet span from tower to
tower. Below this, two miles, is the
railroad suspension bridge, which is
a greater monument to man—being
for botli railroad and pedestrian
travel. This bridge is supported by
four cables, each composed of 8,800
wires, and measuring inches in
diameter. The aggregate length of
wire employed being more than
4,000 miles. The entire weight of
this bridge is 12,400 tons. They
are no disgrace to the Palls.
We took the steamer at Lexington,
a few miles below Niagara, for To
ronto across Lake Ontario. We now
bade farewell to railroad travel for
the next 2,000 miles, as we go by
water to the famous Saguenay river
above Quebec, over 100 miles. Com
ing back, we take the steamer down
Lake Champlain, Lake George, and
the Hudson river to New York city.
The change from railroad to boat
travel is quite pleasant, as there are
more comforts, and better fare every
way; besides it is quite cool, I might
say cold, on these Northern Lakes,
even in summer; we found it so, at
least, though were told it was “a lit
tle” cooler than usual. We had a
pleasant party bn board the steamer.
Music good. One lady, especially',,
played on the piano splendidly from
Toronto. We sent her A Card witli
“Dixie” written on it, “at request of
Georgia delegation.” She smiled
sweetly, and played it with good ef
fect. We smiled sadly, thinking of
the “lost cause.”
Well, George, I cannot go into de
tail in my description of these Lakes,
and the grand old St. Lawrence.
The points of interest arc, Brock’s
monument, named in honor to Gen.
Brock, who fell on Queenstown
Heights in 1812 ; Toronto, once seat
of Government; Port Hope, Cobourg,
Charlottsville, Oswego, Soekett’s
harbor, Cape Vincent, The Thousand
Islands, of which there are about
2,000, extending for 40 or 50 miles
down the St. Lawrence ; the river be
ing from six to twelve miles along
here. The scenery here is splendid,
Clayton, Gananoque, Alexandria,
Brockville, Morristown, Ogdensburg,
Prescott, and other towns of note.
We then have the “rapids” which, in
many places, are very dangerous for
navigation, requiring great skill and
power to control the steamer down
its raging current. It is very excit
ing, and is worth a trip up the St.
Lawrence to those who like this kind
of excitement. An old Indian,
through one of these most dangerous
rapids, pilots all the steamers. He
has been here more than forty years
in this capacity. Then comes Mon
treal, tie financial and commercial
Metropolis of the Dominion, being
the largest and most populous city in
British North America, about 170,-
000* founded in 1642 ; growing rapid
ly. Places of interest in and around
the city are, first, the “Victoria
Bridge,” the longest and largest
bridge in the world, cost $8,000,000 ;
spanning the St. Lawrence, being
fifty yards less than two miles long;
’tis a tubular bridge of iron ; no one
is allowed to enter it, for fear the
train might run over him. Wharfs
are built of stone. There is a great
deal of shipping going on here. On
entering the city one is struck at
the innumerable magnificent churches
and cathedrals, built of stone. We
visited ten or fifteen of the principal
ones yesterda}'. They are gorgeous
ly adorned inside, as Catholics know
how to adorn. We went through the
great Cathedral, the largest in Amer
ica; ’tis immense in its size and mag
nificent in its decoration; ascended
the groat tower of this Cathedral,
from which we get a fine view of all
the city and is surroundings; can
see the mountains of Vermont, over
100 miles. The bell in this tower is
the “largest in America;” weighs
29,400 pounds. They are now erect
ing a church that will eclipse this, af
ter the model of St. Peters in Rome.
These Catholics are powerful up here
More fat Priests than any place I
ever saw, they must liye well. We
stood in one spot (on no eminence)
and counted filteen large churches in
a small compass, and yet they extend
all over the bity and on the moun
tains near by ; saw only one Baptist
church, one Methodist and one Pres
byterian ; all very nice churches;
they don’t build any other kind here.
They must have money to carry on
these big buildings. There are any
quantity of Nunneries, and pretty
Nuns; their beauty being greatly
marred by those unsightly bonnets
and gowns. Speaking of beautiful
women, Col. O. says he hasn’t seen
an ugly one here, though he has
looked long. They do predominate
truly, which, after all, beats rocks,
mountains, rivers, houses, or steam
boats. What say you ? We took
carriage and drove around the Mon
treal mountain, three or four hours’
drive p splendid views all around for
miles; scenes of battle grounds dur
ing French Revolution. In fact, wo
have seen every place of interest
here. Will leave to-night for old
Quebec, a visit to which place has
been a dozen dreams from my youth.
As this letter is getting already
too long, I will stop. Will probably
send you another before bur trip is
completed. All well. Anticipating
some nice sport up the Saguenay
fishing for salmon. Ha Ha Bay is
our terminus.
Yours, more anon,
J. 0. Jelks.
TWO - PICTURES.
BEFORE marhiage.
My Maggie, my beautiful darling,
Come into my arms, ray sweet,
Let me fold you again to my bosom
So close that I can hear your heart beat.
What! these little fingers been sewing ?
One’s been pricked by the needle I see ;
These hands shall be kept free from labor
When once they are given to me.
All mine, little pet, I will shield you
From trouble and labor and care,
I will robe you like some fairy princess,
And jewels shall gleam in your liair;
Those slippers you gav**nc are perfect,
That dressing gown fits to a T
My darling, I wonder that heaven
Should give such a treasure to me,
Eight—nine— ten—eleven ! my precious.
Time flies so when 1 am with you,
It seems but a moment I’ve been here,
And now, must 1 say it f—Adieu!
AFTER MARRIAGE.
Ob, Meg, you are heavy—l’m tired ;
Go sit iu the rocker I pray;
Your weight seems a hundred and ninety
When you plump down in that sort of
way,
xou had better ho mentling my coat
sleeve—
I’ve spoken about it before—
And I want to finish this novel
And look over those bills from the store.
This dressing gown act3 like the d—l;
These slippers run down in the heel;
Strange, nothing can ever look docent;
1 wish you could know how they feel.
What’s this bill from Morgan’s? Why,
surely,
It’s not for another now dress?
Look here! I’ll be a bankrupt ere New
Year,
Or your store bills will have to grow
less.^
Eight o’clock ! Meg, sew on this button
As soon as yon finish that sleeve ;
Heigh-ho ! I’m so rteucedly sleepy,
I’ll pile off to hod, I believe.
How He Losl His Wife;
OR,
Tiio Story of a Timid Man.
Married ?—said Pater Tremor—
and I never shall be now 1 Fate is
against it. I was meant for a mar
ried man. I know it. Nature in
tended mo to be the possesor of a
wife, and the papa of a dozen sons
and daughters, but unfortunately,
Nature made me also the most timid
man in the universe; and I could
never screw my courage up to the
sticking-point and pop the question.
One after the other the objects of
my admiration married someone
else—some one witli pluck sufficient
to say‘will you have me?’ plump
and plain, without knowing for cer
tain that the answer would be
‘yes.’
If I could have reversed the order
of things, and so contrived that I
should only have had to give consent
by blushes and silence, I should not
be a bachelor to-day. O, dear, no !
more probably a grand-father. But,
you see, girls are shy and skittish,
and won't come to the point, and
the bewildering way they have of
never letting you know whether they
like you or not, is awful to a timid
bachelor.
So Kitty Green, the brunette,
whom I adored at eighteen, and
Jesie Brown, who was my idol at
twenty, and Rose and Eva and
Helen and Josephine, ami Jane
Eliza. Tiffany, the daughter of a
dry-good merchant, and little
Widow Black with whom I boarded,
one and all forsook me for braver
rivals, and at forty I was a bachelor
no braver than before.
Just then my great-uncle, Bobkins,
took a final leave of this sublunary
sphere, and bequeathed me a lagacy—
something rather handsome—enough
in fact, to make mo quite a catch for
ar.y girl.
1 let it be known, and waited, bnt
no offers of marriage came. One or
two ladies seemed more than usually
amiable—smiles greeted ray ap
proach, and I was invited out to tea
to such a degree that I ruined my
digestion with pound-cake and muf
fins, preserves, and strong cups of
that herb which cheers but not ine
briates. Still, nobody said, ‘will
you be mine ?’ and, really I found it
impossible to say to myself to any
body.
But, at last, one Christmas eve, at
the Stokers, there dawned upon ray
vision a young lady by the name of
Bobkins—a glorious creature, all
curls and laee, and big eyes and red
cheeks, and a fine bust and beauty
generally.
This most lovely creature I felt
was intended by my lucky stars for
Mrs. Tremor and I vowed to win
her, were it possible. It was a bold
venture. Firstly, her own loveliness
awed me ; then she had a stout papa,
in a brown wig, and a portly mam
ma, with roses in her cap, who
stared one out of countenance, and a
big brother, lull of fire and fury, who
was known to carry revolvers at his
waist, and an adorer—my rival—who
had a black moustache and an un*
comfortable habit of declaring that
he would make mince-mcat out of
any man who stood in liis way.
Nevertheless, I braved them all, and
courted Amanda Bobbins.
I had heard her mamma say to our
hostess i ‘How much a year did you
say V and presumed tiie question was
about my fortune. That in itself
was encouraging ; also the fact that
when I called Amanda received me,
and mamma was generally- engaged
in the kitchen. The rival scowled
and strutted and made fearful allu
sions to mince-meat. But I defied
him. Never in all my life had I
been so brave.
day I invited Amanda to take
some ice cream in a shady and ro
mantic spot, and there, as I fondly
fancied, decided my fate. I began
after the third saucer had disappear
ed.
‘Miss Bobbins, I—ahem I— ’
‘Well, Mr. Tremor?’
‘Perhaps you have guessed— ’
‘O, Mr. Tremor 1’
‘May I venture— ’
‘Spare my blushes, Mr. Tremor!’
‘To hope-—”
‘O, you known—you must kaow !
I have long—ah 1’
‘Angel 1’
A sound like the uncorking of so
da water.
‘Somebody will see you, Mr. Tre
mor.’
So it was settled. We were en
gaged. Amanda Bobbins was mine.
The day was set at last. I was to
be a married man. I let all the
world know it. I defied my rival of
the black moustache, who circulated
a base report that Amanda was about
to marry for gold, and was as happy
as a king.
So the day-s rolled on to my wed
ding-day. On the twentieth of
August we were to be united, at the
church by the Rev. Silas Couple
folk. The world was too small for
me; I walked on thorns. We were
to lie married on Sunday. On Satur
day I went out to walk—Saturday
evening about five o’clock—my evil
prompting me. It was a
evening ; a gentleman
of forty was much more likely to
escape a cold by staying at home
and retiring early. Nevertheless, I
walked through the village, out of it,
down to the river side, and along it.
At last I stood beside a low brick
wall, and beyond it was an orchard
of ripe apples. It was years since
I had robbed an apple tree. I was
ripe for sport that night.*
‘Let me,’ said I, ‘live my- yourii
over again—for one brief hour,’ snd
mounting the wall, I leapt over it,
and begun to climb the most tempt
ing of the trees which presented it
self.
I had ascended half way, when,
horror of horrors 1 a fearful growl
burst on my ears, and glancing
downwards, I perceived the most
ferocious of all watch-dogs making
its way with head-long speed toward
me, his eyes rolling—a dog ready to
tear me in pieces if he could get at
me.
I put as many branches between
us as possible, and sat upon the
branch looking down. The giant
who sang. ‘Fee fy fo fum! I smell
the blood of an Englishman 1 Dead
or alive, I must have some!’ etc. etc.,
surely never manifested his desires
by words more plainly than did that
dog by his tongue and eyes. Once
within his jaws, nothing remained to
Amanda Bobkins of her faithful Tre
mor but his buttons. There sat the
dog watching me—there perched I
preciously among slender branches.
The sun went down, twilight began
to gather over the scene, and my
heart went down with the sun. Would
no one come? I yelled for help.
There was no answer but the dog’s
bark. Twilight faded; the evening
came on. The moon rose. By its
light I saw my enemy betake himself
to a pan of meat set for him hard by.
Taking advantage of this, I prepared
to descend ; but my guardian was
aroused at one, and I retreated. I
called for aid once more. Not an an
swer.
So hour after hour passed on, and
night—midnight. I counted the
hours by the church clock which
struck regularly, but no one came to
help me. I listened in the hope that
my jailor would sleep, but he growled
continually. I was hungry, but hun
ger I could in a measure appease
with apples. Frightfully sleepy, yet
dared not close my eyes lest I shonld
topple down into the fiendish jaws of
the watch-dog!
Here was a situation ! Moreover,
there came on towards dawn a
dreary, drizzling rain, which soaked
me to the skin.
Never did human being so rejoice
at the appearance of daylight as (lid
I. Of course tvith the sun the pro
prietor of the orchard would awake,
call off his dog, and let me frea. So
I fondly believed. Alas 1 the shut
ters of the farm-house remained
closed; no smoke arose from the
chimney; it appeared deserted.
Moreover, a glance at tin* quantity of
food placed in the dog’s dish under
the tree fear that the inhab
itants were absent. Tbe fear was
made a certainty in a very short
lime.
Just as the bells were ringing good
children to Sunday School, a man
looked over the wall from the road.
I hailed him gleefully.
‘Friend 1’
‘Lor 1’ ejaculated the rustic. “Swan
tu man, of you ain’t up there in the
tree 1 Comes o’ stealing 1’
I couldn’t deny that, but pleaded
humbly :
‘My friend, I have been here nil
night—will you do me the favor of
calling this dog’s master to call him
ofTI I will pay him well for any
damage 1 may have done to his tree.’
‘Couldn’t do it,’ said the man.
‘I implore you.’
‘Tain’t possible. You see, old man
B'own, that owns him, alles goes to
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his darter’s on Saturday afternoons*
and stays until Sunday night. IDs
darter lives at Water bridge, and
that’s five miles from Perry-, and
Perry’s three miles from tin's here.
Hcv to stay till he comes hum,'
1 reckon.*
‘Until fb-night?’
‘Wail, I reckon. Nobody can’t
touch that dorg—he’d chaw ’em up.’
‘But I have a particular appoint
ment at ten this morning,’ ,
‘That’s a bad job. Only at y-diir
age you’d oitu thunk of that. Didn’t
y-ou see ‘Beware of the dor- !’
‘No.’
‘Here it is in black and white out
side.’
‘Will you tell me the 'time, sir ?’
‘Half-past eight. Time for me to
git, if I’m going to meeliu.’
‘But what shall I do?’
‘Wall, if you don’t mind riskin’ thd
dorg. But I would advise ye to— ’
‘Gracious goodness!’ I "gasped ;
‘l’m to be married at ten this morn
ing. I’ll pay any sum to a messen
ger to go to Mr. What's-his-name for
me, and bring him—any sum.’
‘Twouldn’t be no use,’ said my
companion; ‘you see, ’twould tako
’em till twelve to get there, and the
old man Brown wouldn’t come. He’s
sot in his ways—Friends generally
is. Good-by.’
Away he went, but others carad.
Boys, girls, women and men. All
told the same tale of the clog’s feroci
ty. All spoke feelingly of ipy want
of honesty, and recommended me
not to trust myself within the reach
of the savage beast, who growled and
barked continually-. A maiden lady
came, and left some tracts on thd
wall entiled ‘The Sabbath Breaker’s
End.’ The minister stopped and
talked to me of depravity aud sudden
judgments, with an admiring audi
ence of elderly females, who chorused,
‘To be sure,’ and ‘Now du hear him
and, worst of all, my wedding hour
passed, I felt, as it departed, that it
never would return again.
Another .hour passed on ; an hour
of speechless misery. The dog re
laxing his vigilance was attractod by
a predatory cat, to a remote corner
of the orchard. Now was my time,
I scrambled to the ground, tearing
my garments in many places, and
began a wild race for liberty. A sav
ago growl warned me that my pur
suer was oo my track; I strained
every nerve, reached the wall, and
tiirew myself upon it, his jaws closing
with a savage snap, within an inch of
my heels.
I rolled off on the outer side pant-'
iug and breathless. Recovering I
hurried to the church.
It was deserted by all savo the
sexton. In answer to my inquiry ho
informed me that the wedding had
taken place an hour before, and the
bridal party had departed. . Wildly
I demanded to see the register. Tiio
writing was scarcely dry which re
corded tlie names of Amanda Bob
kins and Marmnduke Topps, my
hated rival with the fierce moustache.
In the midst of their indignation at
my supposed heartless desertion, ho
had stepped forward and offered to
fill iny place. ,j
Ho was accepted. I was crushed.
I sought my lodging and wrote a let
ter of explanation to my lost Aman
da.
It was returned to me unopened
enclosed in a note from the big broth
er, intimating that any further at
tempts of mine to communicate with
Mrs. Topps either by letter or other
wise, would result in my receiving a
severe castigation.
I have never seen her since. I
shall never be married now ; fate it
against it.
Girls,
Artemus Ward never said a wiser
thing than this: “I like the girls,
but 1 like big girls just as well "
These laughing, happy creatures—
the sad, the grave, the gay—all have
their separate and peculiar charm for
the children of men. From thd
schoolgirl of fourteen to the moro
mature damsel we love them all; and
it is wise that we do so. The world
would be a desert without them ; and
I have no patience witli a man w!k
can wilfully say that ho has never
been entangled in the meshes of
sunny hair, or felt his heart thrill at
a look from a pair of laughing eyes.
In the first place when he makes a
statement of (hat kind he will find
difficulty to make believers in it.
Men from Adam’s time havo been
moulded by the “weaker sex.”
Weak! Samson, the strongest
man of all, lost his strength in the
lap of a woman. And so it is with
all. We love them for their many
graces, for their musical voices, for
the beauty God has given them, and
because they arc weaker than we aro
and appeal to us for protection. The
touch of a delicate hand, the mellow
tones of a girl’s voice, the tender
glance of beautiful eyes—all these
have their power. Mail’s inherent
chivalry teaches him that these are
given for his good, to restrain his
wilder impulses and to make him
better, purer, nobler. They furnish
to the young man an incentive to
labor, and point out to him the bet
ter path which his feet ought to tread.
They enchain the wildest and most
untamable of our race, and teach
them to take delight in the purer so
eill pleasures. Many a man wife
lias gone astray has been reclaimed
by his love for one ot these dear
creatures, and has lived a nobler life
thereafter for her sake. We say,
“God bless ’em every one,”
♦<••.
‘What do you think is the best size
for a man ?’ drawled a lazy fop who
was talking to his physician. ‘Excr->
cise,’ sternly remarked the doctor.
—.
Walton Wimberly, a good old
colored man, with the sunshine of
eighty summers on his head, drop
ped dead in Albany, abont 9 a. m.
Thursday, 6U>. liis wife was absent,
and lie died alone on the floor.