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VOL. XL
Professional Directory.
Attorneys at law.
ISAAC L. TOOLE,
ATTOKNEt A T LAW,
Vienna, Ga.
Will practice in the counties of Hous
ton, Dooly, Pulaski, Macon, Sumter and
Worth. Also in the Supreme Court of
Georgia, and in the United States Circuit
and District Courts within the State. All
business entrusted to his care will receive
prompt attention. febl If
OTC. HORNE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Hawkinsville, Ga.
The Criminal Practice, a specialty.
January 4,1877. jan4 ly
WOOTEN & BUSBEE,
ATTORNETS AT LAW,
VIENNA, GEORGIA.
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C. C. SMITH,
Attorney and Counsellor at Law,
And Solicitor in Equity,
McVILLE, - - - - GEORGIA
Refers to Hon. Clifford Anderson, Capt.
John C. Rutherford and Walter B. Hill,
Esq., Professors of Law, Mercer Universi
ty Law School, Macon, Ga.
Promot attention given to all business
entrusted to my care. mar 22 6m
EDWIN MARTIN, ~~
attorney at law,
Perry, Georgia.
Wi\\ give immediate and careful atten
tion to all business entrusted to him in
Houston and adjoining counties
Office in Home Journal building on
public square. aprl2 tf
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ROLLIN A. STANLEY,
attorney at law,
Dublin, Georgia.
Will practice in all the counties of the
Oconee Circuit. From long experience
in the Criminal Practice, much of his
time will be specially devoted to that
branch of his profession. feb24 tf
JACOB WATSON,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Hawkinsville, Georgia.
Will practice in the couuties of Pulaski,
Dooly, Wilcox, Dodge, Telfair, Irwin, and
Houston. Prompt attention given to all
business placed in my hands. aprß tf*
LUTHER A. lIALL,
ATTORNEY AT LAW
AND REAL ESTATE AGENT,
Eastman, Ga.
Will practice in all counties adjacent
to the M- & B. railroad, the Supreme
Court of the Btate and the Federal Court
of the Southern District of Georgia. For
parties desiring, will buy, sell or lease any
real estate, or pay the taxes upon the
same in the counties of Dodge, Laurens,
Wilcox, Telfair and Appling. Office in
the Court House. nprls tf
J. H. "WOODWARD,
attorney at law,
Vienna, Ga.
WILL practice in the Superior Courts
in the counties of Dooly, Worth,
Wilcox, Pulasui and Houstou, and by
Special contract in other courts. Prompt
attention given to all collections.
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1 c. RYAN. .1. B. MITCHELL.
RYAN & MITCHELL,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW
AND BEAL 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,
g >RACTICES in the Brunswick Circuit
I. and elsewhere by special contract.
Office at residence, Coffee county, Ga. P.
O. address, Hazlehurst, M. & B. R. R.,
Georgia. tob4tl
W. IRA BROWN,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Vienna, Ga;
PRACTICES in the Superior Courts of
1 Oconee Circuit, and elsewhere in the
Stale by special contract. Collections
and other business promptly attended
to 3-18-1 y
JOHN H. MARTIN,
ATTORNEY AT LAW
AND BEAL ESTATE AGENTS,
Hawkinsville,- Ga.
PRACTICES in the Courts of Pulaski,
Houston. Dooly, Wliocx, Irwin,
Telfair, Dodge and Laurens. may-tt
Jfe... - -
CHARLES 0. KIBBEE,
attorney at law,
Hawkinsville, Ga.
WILL piactice in the Circu't and Dis
trict Courts of the United States
lor the Southern District of Georga, and
n the Superior Courts of Houston, Dooly,
Pulaski, Laurens, Wilcox, Irwin and
Dodge Counties. june29ly
JOHN F. DELACY,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
EASTMAN, GA.
Will practice in the counties of Pulaski,
Dodge, Telfajr, Laurens, Montgomery,
Wilcox, arid Irwin, of the Oconee Circuit,
and Appling and Wayne, of the Bruns
wick Circuit.
Prompt' attention given to all business
entrusted to’liis care. lunl7 tf
JOHN F. LEWIS. D. B. LEONARD
R. O. LEWIS.
LEWIS, LEONARD & CO.,
Bankers and Brokers,
HAWKINSVILLE, - -" GA.
fi'Uy and sell Exchange, Bonds, Stocks,
Gold and Silver, and r.ttcnu promptly to
*ll collections left with us.
WUI uUo make loans on good secu; ities.
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HAWKINSVILLE DISPATCH.
RATES OF SUBSCRIPTION.
The Hawkinsville Dispatch will
bo mailed (postage free) to subscri
bers in any part of the United States
one year for two dollars. Six months
for one dollar.
A deduction of 25 cents will be
allowed each subscriber in a club of
six, and in a club of ten an extra
copy of the paper will be sent gratis
No credit subscribers taken. The
Dispatch has the largest bona fide
circulation of any weekly paper in
the State.
Geo. P. Woods,
tf Editor and Proprietor.
The Sandersvijle Herald gives an
account of an organized band of ne
gro robbers, being detected in Jeffer
son county. Twelve of the number
have been overtaken and placed un
der arrest. For some time they have
been stealing from various merchants
in Louisville. The merchants say
they have lost, within the last twelve
months, six or seven thousand dol
lars. The thieves were possessed
with false keys, and would lock the
doors after they had stolen all the
goods they desired.
The Savannah News says: And
now the vexed color question is as
suming still more vexatious com
plications. A delegation of Charles
ton negroes are now in Washington
to insist upon Federal offices being
bestowed upon genuine Africans,
and that mulattoes, who have had
too much consideration shown them
heretofore, shall be in future ignored.
According to Washington news we
would infer that these incensed black
men intend to make a demonstration
at an early date.
The Pearson Pioneer lias the fol
lowing : “Mr. W. R. Youmans found
about two miles of his place, near
Blackshear, in the edge of a pond, a
short time ago, a trunk and a valise,
both broken open, evidently for the
purpose of robbery, as they were very
badly damaged. The trunk was
marked ‘W. F. Burge,’ Lake City,
Fla., and contained only some letters
and a small bunch of plants wrapped
in moss. The letters are mostly'
from his son J. W. Burge, dated at
Stilesboro, Ga., though some of them
were from friends at different places.
Some of the parties have been writ
ten to, but up to this writing they
have not been heard from. The
things may have been thrown off the
train, as they were found within a
hundred to a hundred and fifty yards
of the railroad ; or Burge may have
been traveling through the country
and been murdered. The pond has
not been searched as yet.”
The Gainesville Eagle says: “Up
to this hour the ccrn crop of North
western Georgia is as fine as ever
gladdened the hearts of the planters.
The wheat crop is being rapidly 7
threshed and housed, and by to-mor
row night the great hulk will be out
of danger.”
The Macon Telegraph says:
“Special Agent Bradbury Williams
has succeeded in trapping a mail thief
in the office at Williamsburg, Cal
houn county. It proved to be the
Postmaster himself, one Griffin, who
was held in default of two thousand
dollars bail for his appearance at the
fall term of the Federal Court at Sa
vannah.”
Man claims there are few things he
cannot do better than a woman, but
the most experienced base ball play
er can never hope to equal the dex
terous back-handed action with which
a woman “picks up” her dress.
The Brtfnswick Journal remarks :
“Allow a few more vessels to come
direct from Cuba to docks in this
City and yellow fever, cholera or
some other plague will be the result.”
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A mhn noted for his close-fisted
propensities was showing an old coin
to a neighbor, when the latter asked.
“Where did you get it?” “I dug it
out of my garden,” was the reply.
“It is a pity you didn’t find it in the
cemetery,” said the neighbor. “Why
so?” asked the coin owner, “Be
cause you could have saved the hole
to be buried in,” was the somewhat
unexpected reply.
The Mai t ied Woman’s association
proposes to erect a statue in honor
of the husband who empties the wa
ter oilt of the basin after he washes
his hands. But the association has
not found him yet.
Torpedo balloons are proposed by
a correspondent of the Scientific
American. The idea is to float the
balloons over the enemy, and drop
the torpedo by means 6f electricity
sent over a wire. It is calculated
that a city could be totally destroyed
in this way by dropping a sufficient
quantity of nitro gly cerine.
“He is a man after my own heart,
pa,” said Julia, reverting to her
Charles Augustus. “Nonsense,” re
plied old l’ractical; ‘‘he is a man
after the money your uncle left you.”
And then all was quiet.
HAWKINSVILLE, GA., THURSDAY MORNING, JULY 19, 1877.
LEE'S SURRENDER.
A Dramatic Account by an Eye-Witness
of the Closing Scene of the War.
[From General George H. Sharpe's Dec
oration Day Address.]
I remember—and it was recalled
to me to-night .in conversation, when
the name of Gen. Grant came up in
the course of conversatoin—the won
derful scene that transpired in that
little place in Virginia, on the 6th ol
April, 1865; It was late in the af
ternoon when it became known that
Gen. Lee had sent for Grant to sur
render to him.
It was between 2 and 3 o’clock
when we met in the little room in the
iiouse where the surrender of Lee’s
army took place. I know there is a
belief that the surrender took place
under an apple tree, where Grant
and Lee met and exchanged a few
words. The surrender took place in
the left hand room of that old fash
ioned double house. The house had
a large piazza, which ran along the
full length ol it. It was one of
those ordinary Virginia houses with
a passage way' running through the
centre of it. In that little room
where the meeting took place sat
two young men—one a great-grand
son of Chief Justice Marshall, of the
Supreme Court, reducing to writing
the terms of the surrender on behalf
of Robert E. Lee ; the other a man
of dusky countenance—a great neph
ew of that celebrated chief, Red
Jacket—acting under General Grant.
The two were reducing to writing
the terms of the surrender of the
Army of Noithern Virginia to the
Army of the Potomac. Gathered
around the room were several officers,
of whom I was one.
At some distance apart sat two men j
one the most remarkable man of his
day and generation. The larger and
older of the two was the most strik
ing in his appearance. His hair was
white as the driven snow. There
was not a speck upon his coat; not a
spot upon those gauntlets that he
wore, which were as bright and fair
as a lady’s glove. That was Robert
E. Lee. The other was Ulysses S.
Grant, whose appearance contrasted
strangely with that of Lee; his boots
were nearly covered with mud; one
button of his coat—that is, the but
ton hole was not where it should
have been, it had clearly gone astray,
and he wore no sword, while Lee
was faultlessly and fully' equipped.
The conversation was not rapid by
any means. Everybody felt the
overpowering influence of the scene.
Everyone present felt they were
witnessing the proceedings between
the two chief actors in one of the
most remarkble transactions of this
nineteenth century. The words
that passed between Grant and Lee
were few.
General Grant, endeavoring to
apologize for not being fully
equipped, and noticing the faultless
appearance of Lee, while the Secre
taries were busy, said: “General
Lee, I have no sword ; I have been
riding all night.” And Lee, with
that coolness of manner and all the
pride, almost haughtiness, w Inch, af
ter all, became him wonderfully well,
never made any reply, but in a cold,
formal manner bowed. And General
Grant, in the endeavor to take away
the awkwardness of the scene, said :
“I don’t always wear a sword, be
cause a sword is a very inconvenient
thing.” That was a remarkable
thing for him to say, considering
that he was in the presence of one
who was about to surrender his
sword. Lee only bowed again.
Another, trying to relieve the awk
wardness of the occasion, inquired :
“General Lee, what became of the
white horse you rode in Mexico ?
He might not be dead yet; he was
not so old.” General Lee bowed
coldly 7 , and replied : “I left him at
the White House on the Pamunkey
river, and I have not seen him
since.” There was one moment
when there was a whispered conver
sation between Grant and Lee which
nobody in the room heard.
The surrender took the lorm of
correspondence. The letters were
all signed in due form by the cliiet
actors, in the presence of each other.
Finally, when the terms of the sur
render had all been arranged, and
the surrender made, Lee arose, cold
and proud, and bowed to every per
son in the room on our side. I re
member each one of us thought he
had been specially bowed to. And
then he went out and passed down
the little square in front of the house,
and bestrode that gray horse that
carried liim )ull over Virginia, and
when he had gone away, we learned
what that whispered conversation
had been about. General Grant
called his officers about him and
said : “You can go to the Twenty
fourth, and you to the Fifth,” and so
on, naming the corps, “and ask every
man who has three rations to turn
over two of them. Go to the com
missaries, and to the quartermas
ters,” etc., “General Lee’s army is
on the point of starvation J” And
twenty-five thousand rations were
carried to the Army of Northern
Virginia.
The English and French war
critics are busy with notes oh the
present situation, and it is evident
from the tenor of their criticisms
that they consider the Turkish case
hopeless and the bird cooked.
Mr. Samuel Smith, of Schley coun
ty, lost two valuable mules recently 7,
both being bit by rattlesnakes, from
the effects of which they died in the
course of forty minutes after receive
ing the injury.
Some men can never take a joke.—
There was an old doctor, who, when
asked what was good for mosquitoes,
wrote back : “How do you suppose I
can tell unless I know what ails tlife'
musquito ?”
News from a Knot-Hole;
OR
THE EVIL EFFECTS OF GOSSIPING.
Mrs. Jenkins lived in the other
part of Rev. Mr. Capers’ house, and
thought herself fortunate in the en
joyment of so great a privilege.—
Most people like to be as near the
minister as they can. Mrs. Jenkins
did. Her part was merely an L
built on the main structure; Her lit
tle attic, therefore, was near neigh
bor to the ministei’s study. Justin
the corner of the minister’s study
floor was a knot-hole, a trifling sort
of thing itself, but, when once found
to open into Mrs. Jenkins’ attic, of
the widest importance in its conse
quences.
When Mrs. Jenkins finally became
aware of so close a connection with
the minister’s lamily she sat down
to hold her hands and congratulate
herself. Next she formed her reso
lution not to let auy good opportuni
ty slip unimproved to inform herself
of matters that otherwise might re
main in the dark to her. Day after
day, therefore, her ear and that knot
hole renewed their acquaintance with
one another. Sometimes she picked
up quite a little bunch of news ; and
sometimes she went down stairs as
hungry as ever. There was as much
variation from day to day as there is
in the price of stocks on exchange.
Going up into her little attic one
afternoon to hear if anything special
was doing in the adjoining apartment,
she was delighted beyond expression
to catch the sound of a voice. It
was Mr. Capers in conversation with
his wife. Up she climbed, walked
tiptoe across the garret floor, got
down on her knees, and put her ear
as close to the knot-hole as she could
get it. She even shut her eyes lest
some of the good things should es
cape by that way.
For a while she did not under
stand anything clearly. Nov she
heard Mrs. Capers laugh ; then Mr.
Capers stopped a minute and laughed
too. This served to excite her more,
and she pressed her head so hard
against the hard partition that when
she came to go away she carried
splinters in plenty in her hair.
Finally she heard something with
distinctness. Mr. Capers was Telling
his wife, who appeared in the great
est glee, of a man who had been say
ing hard things to his wife. Said he
in the course of his remarks:
“Mr. Jones got to abusing his fam
ily at last. He declared his wife
should not go out visiting, and
threatened to shut her up "if she
dared to disobey him.' As for going
to these evening meetings, he de
clared he meant to put a stop to it;
he had had enough of it. It did not
do her any good, and made a great
deal of trouble and expense to him
He should put an end to it at any
and every hazard.”
Mrs. Jenkins started up in blank
surprise. “Now, I want to know,”
she said to herself, “if our minister
says that of Mr. Jones!”
Without waiting to hear any more,
MrSi Jenkins folded her arms tightly 7
and defiantly about her, and started
down the stairs. The next thing she
did was to throw on her “things,”
and start off at high speed fbr her
friend's, Mrs. Tautog.
“Now I want to know 1” said the
latter, as Mrs. Jenkins came in
through the back entrance. “Do tell,
if that’s you 1 Sit down, do. What’s
the word this afternoon ? Heard
anything very new lately 7 ?”
“Oh, well, no—l do’no, either;
p’rhaps it may be new to you,
though.’
“Why, what is it ?” said she. “I
dare say’tis. I’m not in the way of
bearin’ anything till everybody 7 else
lias picked it clean. What is it now?”
“Oh, well, nothin’ really worth
mentioning. But, then, you may as
well know as me. It’s nothin’,
though, that I care to have go from
me; you know I don’t wish to be
mixed up in this scrape.”
“No, your name shan’t be men
tioned. But what is it, Mrs. Jen
kins ? What is it?” Do,‘pray, tell
tne suddin’, for I'm dying to know.”
“It’s no great affair after all,
though. Still, it’s something. But
this is all there is to it—Mr. Jones
has got to abusin’ bis wife most
dreadfully ; and he declares that if
she thinks o’going’ out a visiting he’ll
surely shut her up where she can’t
get out soon.”
“Of all things in the world 1”
“Yes, and more than that; he’s
even gone and forbid her going to
evenin’ meetings. What do you
think o’ such a man as that ?”
“I think he’s a monster 1”
“And so do I. But that ain’t
quite all. He jaws her all the time,
abuses her, threatens her, and keeps
her in mortal fear of her life 1 Only
think of it 1”
“How did y 7 ou hear about it ? I
wonder if folks generally know it ?
How did you hear about it, I’d like
to know ?”
“Well, I’d as lief tell you as not,
Mrs. Tautog, but then you must
promise not to tell anybody else
about.it.”
“Oh, to be sure not. What should
I want to be gaddin’ about the
neighborhood a tellin’ hard stories
about respectable folks ? Who did
tell you, though ?”
“Nobody told me, exactly ; but I
happen to know, it come, in the first
place, from the minister.”
“You don’t say so 1”
Mrs. Jenkins nodded in silence.
“Well, Ido declare, now! Who’d
ever a thought such a thing of Mr.
Jones! Blit I’ve seemed to take
notice back along, that Ins wife was
a good deal down-hearted and sort o’
melancholy like. And that must be
the reason; that explains it all.”
“Yes,” said Mrs. Jenkins, “that's
it-”
The latter lady did not stay Ycry
long after unbosoming toraelf of her
liertvy secret, when off posted Mrs.
Tap tog, armed and equipped for the
brave business she had in hand. The
first house she dropped into was Mrs.
Mallory’s.
“Mrs. Mallory,” she said, almost
as soon as she was seated, “have you
heard the news ?”
“Wiiy, no,” answered the aston
ished lady. “What is it, I pray ?”
And forthwith Mrs, Tailtog nar
rated all that Mrs. Jenkins had been
kind enougli to tell her and more—
saying nothing about the embelish
ments she laid on in the course of
her story.
Mrs. Mallory was astonished, of
course. And, as soon as her visitor
had withdrawn, she-donned her bon
net aad shawl, and whips across to
Mrs. Dink’s. There the story was
repeated With variations and consid
erable additions. Then Mrs. Dinks
took it up. And then Mrs. Murray
get interested in it, and then Mrs.
Filpot and so on till everybody had
got hold of it, and had talked it up,
and had passed judgment on the man
who was guilty of such gross mal
practice toward his family. If it had
stopped right there, perhaps it would
have answered; but it didn’t. It
spread like a circle in the water, till
in the end Mrs. Jones herself heard
of it; and heard, of course, that the
author of the story was the minister’s
own self.
The next thing to be done was for
Mr. Jones and his family to leave
Mr. Capers’ church, and go some
where else. Tlie clergyman was a
good deal troubled about it, and sent
his wife over to see if she could dis
cover the cause. Mrs. Jones re
ceived her with a great deal of cold
lless, and seemed hardly civil. Un
able to endure it any longer, Mrs.
Capers asked the aggrieved lady
frankly wliat the trouble was. Mrs.
Jones as frankly told her; that was
well, for now the latter knew exactly
what the matter was, and what it was
necessary to do.
Going home and imparting the in
telligence to her husband, he mani
fested quite as much astonishment as
she. He sat and thought it over a
while, in order the better to collect
himsolf before taking a single step,
and then started off direct for Mr.
Jones himself. He told Mr. Jones
what he had just heard, ind declared
the whole of it an untruth from be
ginning to end. Mr. Jones went on
with the minutest particulars con
nected with the affair, and making
the most of the case in his power
against the minister Still the latter
positively denied his guilt, and de
clared his determination to ferret out
tlie author of so base a slander, if it
was within human possibility. And
he hunied back and set about it.
For some weeks it was a mystery 7
still; he could get no clue to any
thing. It perplexed him bey 7 ond
conception. Finally his wife came
running down stairs one day, her
face flushed and excited, and said
to him under her unsteady 7 breath :
“Mr. Capers, hate you ever noticed
that knot-hole in your study floor ?”
“Why, no,” said he, “where is it—
and what, of it?”
“Come up stairs and see.”
And up they 7 went together. She
pointed to the tell-tale spot, and re
marked in a whisper:
“I caught Mrs. Jenkins with her
ear to that very hole.”
That was the first step toward the
unravelment of the mystery. In a
few days more the whole of it began
to come oat. He had sent his wife
out to make further inquiries, and
she brought back just such intelli
gence as he expected and required.
And putting this and that together,
and recalling certain ideas that up to
that time had passed out of the mind
altogether, he thought the matter
was all explained at last. So he
went to Mr. Jones once more.
“Come,” said he, “if you will con
sent to go home with me for a short
time, I think I can explain some
things that have hitherto stood in
the way of our friendship.”
Mr. Jones did not happen to love
malice well enough to refuse, and ac
cordingly took a walk with the minis
ter over to his residence. The latter
at once took him up into his study 7 ,
and shut the door.
“In the first place,” said he, “I
suppose yon know that Mrs. Jenkins
lives iu the L ?”
“Yes.”
“Well, and you observe that knot
hole ?”
“O, certainly/*
“And this is my study ?”
“ Yeß.”
“Where I pass the most of my
time ?”
“Yes.”
“And where my wife often takes
the liberty to come and ■sit with
me?”
Mr. Jones said he understood
that.
“Now, then,” continued the
clergyman, “I am in the habit of
frequently reading aloud to her.
And, once upon a time, I happened
to be reading from this very book,”
(picking up a volume of fiction from
the table), “and here is something
from that same book that I am going
to read to you." And lie went on to
read to Mr. lones several paragraphs
iu which occurred" the following :
“Mr. Jones got to abusing his
family at last. He declarod his wife
should not go out visiting; and threat
ened to shut her up if she dared to
disobey him. As for going to these
evening meetings, he declared lie
meant to put a stop to it; he had
enough of it. It did not do her any
sort of good, and made a great deal
of trouble and expense for him. He
should put an end to it, at any and
every hazard f”
Mr Jones burst out laughing. “I j
that all ?” said he, his face as red as
the setting sun.
“•That and the knot-hole,” said Mr.
; Capers, Binding good-naturedly.
Mr. Jones offered him his hand.
I NKtt ilmti moment. LI toy werefriends
again. He went back to chur-h the
next Sabbath, as he should have
done. But Mrs. Jenkins has never
heard the last of it.
A GAMBLER’S SERMON.
His clothes were good, of the latest
pattern and most fashionable cut.
His watch chain was the heaviest of
the heavy, and as fine as the gold of
Opliir, It surpassed in richness tlie
gold chain the King hung about the
neck of the young prophet Daniel
His boots were highly polished, and
shone like the exterior of fine black
walnut coffins. His diamond pin
twinkled like the evening star in a
summer sky. His shirt bosom was
as white as an infant’s soul, but his
eyes were sad and liis voice sorrow
ful and sorrowing as the wailing of
the winds in the drooping branches
of the weeping willow. He tapped
his boot with his natty, ivoryheaded
cane, slipped down in his chair, to
give the base of his spinal column a
rest, pulled his hat over his eyes and
languidly said—which painfull)' indi
cated that the gambler had struck a
loser, had coppered in the wrong
place :
“Faro is a li—l of a fascinating
game! In all the games for gam
bling it has no equal. A man’s a
<l—n fool to play it, but it catches
the oldest of ’em. The chances on
the closest calculations are three to
one on each play at the outset
against the player; occasionally we
strike a winner ; but we only win to
lose. The most prosperous of us die
in the gutter—unknown, forgotten
and deserted. Luck only smiles on
us for a brief season, and when fickle
fortune deserts us, she never roosts
above our doors again ! Few of us
arc wise enough to save in luck, in
order to live on a rainy day. Hut
while we live, we live, and after all,
that is all there is of life 1 The here
after is a chance and the old man
has put up the cards so well that no
body has ever called the turn. It’s
a ‘cat-hop’ at the best. We are not
utterly heartless. It makes my heart
ache to see how many young men
arc drawn into the vortex and down
to ruin. They begin on a game of
base ball. They lose on a horse
race, get caught at a friendly game
of draw, and iu an evil hour try to
get even on faro. They often win
on the first venture, but it is a terri
ble success. They always pay one
thousand per cent, on the first win
ning, and often they pay life and
blood on the investment. The first
winning opens the fascinating road
to hell; builds up a barrier behind
them which few ever clime over to
reformation. A little sentimental,
ain’t it? Have something? You
don’t drink? Good. Barkeeper,
give me a whisky punch, light 1 I’m
blue to-day. Gambling and its at
tending excitement burn all the
stamina out ot a man, but, thank
God ! it cannot, does not, blot out
his sympathies. I wish I had never
touched a card, but I am a born
gambler. It’s in me ;it always was ;
and I am in for it until the deal is
out. I hate to see young men of
promise at a gambling table. They
have mothers and sisters who love
them ; they Lave good situations and
employers who trust them ; but the
day they set foot inside a gambling
room their fate is scaled. The Re
cording Angel enters up the books
ahead, ninety-nine times out of a hun
dred and loafs aronnd the gates of
St. Peter to notice the arrivals and
say the tah 1 tab! to the boys who
are assigned rooms lower down. I
have a case in mind now. A fine
fellow, who a short time since was
agent for a New York varnish house
and commanded a salary of $5,000 a
year, in traveling got lonely, lie
gambled for amusement when his
business was over. He fooled with
the tiger, put his bauds through the
bars, petted the beast, and suddenly
found himself torn to pieces. To
day he is an outcast—drunken, bro
ken, deserted. I would advise every
young man who has a business never
to cross the threshold of a gambling
house. I have made big winnings
and I have made big losings. I lost
SO,OOO in Chicago trying to make
te"n. I was broke down and staid
down for along while. I’m up again.
If I had a business you would never
catch me gambling again.
MATRIMONY IN THE GERMAN ARMY.
The marriage of a German officer
i3 beset with so many difficulties that
it lias been found necessary to col
lect and publish In a seperate volume
all the various regulations. In the
lirst place, every officer on the active
list, whatever may be his rank, must
obtain the consent of the emperor, as
commander-in-chief of the army, be
fore he may marry. An officer of or
below the rank of captain must also
prove to the proper military authori
ties that either lie or his intended
bride is possessed, besides his pay,
of a sufficient private income, safely
invested, to maintain a family de
cently and comfortably. In the case
of a subordinate officer these private
means must amount to at least four
hundred and fifty dollars a year.
He must also declare upon his honot
that there is no charge or debt upon
his property, and in case the private
income belongs to his wife, that he
is not himself in any way in debt.
Further, he must bind himself to be
come a member of the army widow’s
fund, and to pay thereto a sufficient
subscription to entitle his widow to
receive a pension/ When lie has
done all these things and written
various letters in certain prescribed
forms, and lilted up many returns,
he may marry. Should an officer,
oil the other hand, venture to take
such a step before he received the
consent of the emperor, or before he
has gone*th rough all the formalities
detailed, he is liable to be kept under
arrest In a foitr.-ss lor twelve months
or even to be dismissed from the ser
vice.l
Her Promise and His Vow.
It was a proud, happy day fur Ma
rion Altemus when Aleck Prescott
doclared his love for her ; not that it
was anew tiling for Marion to have
a lover, for I doubt if there was auy
girl in the village who had more ad
mirers than Miss Altemus.
Aleck was a handsome fellow of
about twenty-five, and whenone of Ma
rion’s friends introduced her to him
that eventful summer, he mentally
thought he had never seen a more
beautiful girl. And truth to teli,
Marion Altemus was pretty. Her
worst enemy, if the girl had one,
must have acknowledged that. The
golden hair, fixed in dainty braids
and curls on the small head, dark vi
olet eyes that could look so bewitch
ing into vours when they chose, a
very dignified one. This was Mari
on Altemus, who, although an or
phan, would never feel the need of a
mother’s cave with such an aunt as
Miss Linton to watch over her. Ma
rion and Miss Linton both lived in
the large stone house on the hill
which was Still Called “the squire’s
house,” though the master of it had
been dead nearly twenty years. Ilis
gentle wife soon followed him to tlie
grave, but before doing so placed lit
tle Marion, then a bright, pretty
child of two years in her sister’s care,
a charge which Mary Linton faith
fully kept, so faithfully that people
said Miss Marion w as really spoiled ;
but spoiled or not, she was a general
favorite with all who knew her, es
pecially the male sex, and they were
all a little jealous when she allowed
Aleck Prescott to p a .y her such
marked attentions. One more than
any I am afraid, for Felix D’arcy
had proposed a month before and
had been refused by her. Something
which upset his pride wonderfully
and maybe did him a little good, for
the next time he met Marion he was
certainly more respectful to her.
Well, Aleck was a lucky fellow the
people said, all except Felix, in
whose heart a growing hale for his
goodlooking rival came, that grew
stronger and took firmer hold every
day, although he pretended to be
Aleck’s warmest friend.
But now something had happened
that made pretty Marion shudder to
think of. She was riding home from
Mrs. Grayson’s party when she heard
a voice that was dearer to her than
all others, in loud dispute. She
leaned forward and told the coach
man tc drive slower, it was such a
lovely night that she was in no hurry
to get home. The man obeyed, and
Marion put her frightened head out
of the carriage window and looked at
the two men, one steadying the oth
er, who was evidently intoxicated.
The sober one was Felix D’arcy,
the other—good heavens, not Aleck
Prescott ? As. the sickening truth
forced itself upon Marion, she leaned
back on the cushions almost fainting,
though Felix’s loud, coarse words
“Come, Prescott, don’t he such a
fool, hurry and get home. Suppose
your angelic Marion was to see you
in such a plight, what would you
do ?” did not escape her sensitive ear.
Then they came to their boarding
house and both went in. Poor little
Marion, who had never known a care.
It was hard to love an idol and find
it clay.
Marion did not often return home
from parties alone, but Aleck had
told her he bad some urgent business
to attend to and would not be able
to sec her home. So she had refused
all the many offers, preferring to be
by herself to-night. She needed no
company, and was only happy in the
thought that Aleck loved her.
Hut now all was changed. She
was angry that she had not found
oul his fault befose. Of course she
would never marry him now. Her
reverie was inttorrupted by the
coachman opening the carriage door
and saying respectfully, “You are at
home, Miss Marion.” She recall ;d
her scattered senses like one in a
dream. She wont hurriedly by the
cosy sitting room, where Miss Lin
ton always waited up for her and
where Marion was wont to come in
and rehearse all the evening's pro
ceedings, into hci own room and
threw herself on the bed, giving vent
to hard, dry sobs. But she was not
left to her own reflections long, for
Miss Linton had followed her and
now found the small figure on tire
bed, her face buried in her hands.
“Why, Marion, my child, what is
the matter?” she questioned in sur
prise.
Marion turned ficr tear-stained
face to the kind, gentle one bending
over her. litre was help indeed, for
she always went to Miss Linton with
every trouble. So leaning her gold
en head in her aunt’s lap, she told
the whole disgraceful story.
Miss Linton listened with a white,
shocked face, then, when it was done,
she said, smoothing the ttnis from
the flushed brow, “Well, dear, this
is a sad blow, hut you must try your
best to save him.”
“What can I do, auntie?” cried
the girl impatiently.
“You alone can do nothing, Mari
on, hut God witli you, you can,” re
plied Miss Linton solemnly.
But would you have me inarrv a
drunkard, auntie ?” and the girl
shuddered.
“Heaven forbid, my child ; but Ma
rion dear, you must be charitable
and not judge too harshly. Perhaps,
for all we know, it is his first offense.”
“But what shall I say to him when
lie comes to-morrow ?”
Then Miss Linton talked to the
excited girl ’till she was calm again
and left her to “Tired Nature's
Sweet Restorer.”
The next evening Mr. Prescott
was announced, and Marion went
down to meet him with a firm re
solve in her heart.
He advanced to meet her with out
stretched arms.
“And how did my little witch get
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along without me ?” he cried, press
ing a kiss on the white cheek.
“Better than Felix D’arcy got
along with you,” she returned scorn
fully.
“Marion, what do you mean ?” he
cried hoarsely.
“Only that I had the pleasure of
seeing you and Mr. D’arcy enter
your boarding house last night.”
She was watching him intently, and
thought she saw the hot blood surge
up ail over his handsome face. “And
Mr. Prescott, I wish our engagement
to discontinue,” and she took off the
sparkling ring and held it towards
him. But Aleck only looked at ItGr*
with a dazed expression.
“Marion, Marion, do you mean
what you say ? believe roe, my dar
ling, this is the first time I drahk lb
excess, and did not know I was doing
so then. After finishing my business
last night, 1 was hurrying to meet
you at Mrs. Greyson’s, when I met
Felix D’arcy who invited me to come
in and see how handsomely their club
was fitted up, for he was just on his
way to it. Little dreaming of any
harm, I consented and followed him
into the brilliantly lighted apart
ment. Before I went, Felix had
wine brought in and I drank a glass,
but at the lime thought it smelt more
like whisky. After that 1 grew
drowsy and knew nothing more un
til I found myself in bed this morn
ing. Marion, will you ca6t mo off
after iliis?” He came and looked
down into the lovely face with yearn
ing eyes.
Marion’s firm resol Cos faltered a
moment. Could she have him ieaVe
her? Oh, how dearly she loved
him. But it was only for a moment,
then she looked up and said, “Aleck
Prescott, when you come to m'e at
the end of two years, and tell mo
that no Pquor has passed your lips
all licit time, then, and then only
can 1 be your wife.” She went hur
riedly out then, afraid to trust her
self any longer.
Aleck gazed after the recreating
figure, and looking towards Heaveiq'
he said, “Marion, may God -abandon
me il ever I break the promise I now’
make.”
* * * * * *
Two years quickly passed, hut they
seemed eternity to poor Marion, Hb W
she accused herself night and day- for
her folly. Miss Linton had not the
heart to scold the girl for her rid
iculous firmness after his explanation.’
And Marion, not knowing whether
he was angry with her or not, looked
for him time and again in vain. She
had never seen him since that eve
ning, though it was a nine days won
der with the gossips as to where he
had gone and why Marion did not
know. But the nine day's were soon 1
over, arid the village people soon
found anew theme to discuss.
lint at last it was the second an
niversary of the day Aleck left her,’
and Marion dressed herself with a
beating heart. Blue was lus favorite
color. So she dressed herself in a
delicate blue crape just showing the
white neck and rounded arms. She
then went into the conservatory and
gathered some tiny pure lillies of the
valley and looped her dress here and
there with them. There was a flush
in her cheeks that bad not been there
for many a day, and Miss Linton
said gaily, ‘Who is expected to-night
that my little girl looks so happy?’
Marion only smiled, and seating her
self at the piano, she played a soft,
sweet melody that had once been
Aleck’s favorite.
She was in a foyer of expectation.
The dainty little clock on the mantle
struck ten. .Marion’s eyes were los
ing their brightness mid her cheeks
their bloom. .lust then the bell rung.
Without a word, Miss Linton rose
and left the room ; another moment
and Marion Altemus heard a step
that she knew so well and then A ftek
Prescott came into the room. . ,
‘My darling, are you mine still ?’
he whispered.
‘Forever, Aleck, until death do us
part,’ was the solemn answer.
An hour later Miss Linton entered
and found them perfectly happy. ‘I
will not disturb them,’ she thought,
and going out she left them to them
selves,
A youth refused to take a pill.—
His crafty mother thereupon secretly
placed the pill in a preserved pear
and gave it to him. Presently she
asked, “Tom, have you eaten thn
pear?” He replied, “Yes, mother,
all but the seed.”
The treasury is now sending out
silver at the rate of $1,000,000 per
month.
It is Raid that there is one insntie
person to every two thcusnnd in
Mississippi.
fiix months before marriage he?
says, “Darling, I could kiss the
gronrnl you walk on,” and six months
after marriage she says, “Y r on kiss
my foot.”
Two little boys quarreled over a
game of marbles in Weldon, N. 0.,
and one drew a jflgfoV and hilled
the other. The oldest was only
nine.
A man saved from drowning a
night or two since in Boston, abused
the man who rescued him because lie
did not save iiis hat.
A great many young fficn persist;
in declining matrimony on account
of the expenses of housekeepings
They don’t understand the subject.
All that is needed to commence
house keeping with is a table, three
chairs (one for “eohipany”) a chert')
bedstead, a cradle, a young w'dfintr*
and a spring mattress. Willi these
and a stout heart to cheer him on
ward, no young man of good chgrae
tcr cm enter into matrimony Ur?
soou.