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VOL. XL
l V •<) fessi on a l Di rectory.
ATTORNEYS AT LAW.
ISAAC L. TOOLE,
AT T OIiNE Y A T LA W,
Vienna, Ga.
Will practice in tin, counties of Hous
ton, Dooly, Pulaski, Macon, Sumter anti
Worth. Also iu the Supreme Court of
Georgia, anti in the United States Circuit
and District Courts within the State. All
business entrusted to his care will receive
prompt attention. l'ebl tf
0. 0. HORNE,
ATTORNEY AT LA W,
Hawkiusville, Ga.
The Criminal Practice, a specialty.
January 4, 1877. jau4 ly
WOOTEN & BUSBEE,
ATTOIINEYS AT LAW,
VIENNA, GEORGIA.
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C. C. SMITH,
Attorney anti Counsellor at Ltnv,
And Solicitor in Equity,
McVILLE, - - - - GEORGIA
Refers to lion. Clifford Anderson, Capt.
John C. Rutherford and Walter B. Hill,
Esq., Prolessors of Law, Mercer Universi
ty Law School, Macon, Ga.
Proinnt attention given to all business
entrusted to my care. mar 23 Cm
EDWIN MARTIN,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Perry, Georgia.
Will 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. aprlS tf
ROLLIN A. STANLEY,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Dublin, Georgir.
Will practice in all the counties ot the
Oconee Circuit. From long experience
in the Criminal Practice, much of his
time will be specially devoted to that
branch of iris profession. I'cb34 tf
JACOB WATSON,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Hawkinsville, Georgia.
Will practice in the counties of Pulaski,
Dooly, Wilcox, Dodge,Telfair, Irwin, and
Houston. Prompt attention given to all
business placed in my hands. aprß tf*
LUTHER A. HALL,
attorney at law
AND REAL ESTATE AGENT,
Eastman, Ga.
Will practice in all counties adjacent
to the M. A B. railroad, the Supreme
Court of the State 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 iu the counties of Dodge, Laurdhs,
Wilcox, Telfair and Appling. Office in
the Court House. aprlS tf
J. H. WOODWARD,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,!
Vienna, Ga.
WILL practice in the Superior Courts
in the counties of Dooly, Worth,
Wilcox, Pulasi ami Houston, ami by
special contract in other courts. Prompt
attention given to all collections.
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l C. ItYAN. .T. U MITCHELL.
RYAN & MITCHELL,
ATTORNEYS AT LA W
AND REAL ESTATE AGENTS,
Hawkinsville, Ga.
WILL practice in the counties com
prising tho 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,
I>RACTICES in the Brunswick Circuit
and elsewhere by special contract.
Office at residence, Coffee county, Ga. P.
O. address, Ilazlehurst, M. & B. R. R.,
Georgia. tob4ti
W. IRA BROWN,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Vienna, Ga.
y PRACTICES in the Superior Courts ot
A Oconee Circuit, and elsewhere in the
State by special contract. Collections
-and other business promptly attended
to 8-18-ly
JOHN U. MARTIN,
ATTORNEY AT LAW
AND REAL ESTATE AGENTS,
Hawkinsville, Ga.
PRACTICES in the Courts of Pulaski,
Houston. Dooly, Wlioox, Irwin,
Telfair, Dodge and Laurens. ruay-tt
CHARLES C. KIBBEE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Hawkinsville, Ga.
WILL piactice in the CircuU and Dis
trict Courts of tlie United States
lor the Southern District of Gcorga, and
n the Superior Courts of Houston, Dooly,
Pulaski, Laurens, Wilcox, Irwin ami
Dodge counties. juncSOly
JOHN F. 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. jnl7 tf
JOHN F. LEWIS. B. B. LEONARD
It. O. LEWIS.
LEWIS, LEONARD & €O.,
Bankers and Brokers,
HAWKINSVILLE, - - - GA
Buy and sell Exchange, Bonds, Stocks,
Gold and Silver, and menu promptly to
all collections left with us.
Will also make loans ou good seen: ities.
aprii ly
HAWKINSVILLE DISPATCH
RATES OF SUBSCRIPTION.
The Hawkinsville Dispatch will
be mailed (postage free; to subscri
bers in any pait 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 papet in
the State.
Geo. P. Woods,
tf Editor and Proprietor.
The wheat crop of tile United
States, of this year, it is estimated,
will aggregate 325,000,000 bushels,
against 260,000,000 last year. Of
this year’s crop it is estimated that
not less than 100,000,000 bushels
will be sent abroad.
The Bainbridge Democrat says:
“The meanest man in the State lives
in an adjoining county to Brooks.
He had in his employ a poor little
orphan boy. The boy’s brother
came to see him, and the farmer
made the orphan in his employ' pay
for the meals his brother ate.”
President Hayes is likely' to have
plenty of business on hand. Anew
Indian war, a border trouble with
Mexico, Spanish outrages upon our
flag, and a fresh conspiracy among
the Mormons, demand his attention.
Among the papers of a thief ar
rested in New York were found writ
ten the following truths: “Vice is
only laziness, and law-breaking an
attempt to dodge the law of labor.”
“The chief cause of crime is the de
sire to obtain a living by some easier
means than honest toil.”
—XV
Gen. Howard, in the far West, has
made a success of it thus far. He
has killed two Indians for the loss of
every ten soldiers, and it is only a
question of time when the last red
man will try to trump the ace with a
ten-spot and go to the wall.
The Cartersvillo Express says :
The new constitution must be sub
mitted to the people by all means,
and we have no doubt but that it
will. The people have sent their
delegates to make a better constitu
tion than the one wo are living un
der ; and if they do not make such a
one the people will repudiate the
new. It is the right of the people to
pass in review and upon the work
of their servants, because the peoplo
are the masters and rulers of the
land.
There arc two men of Northern
birth in the convention : Hon. Por
ter Ingram, of Columbus, who was
born in Vermont, and Col. AV. T.
Thompson, of Savannah, editor of
tho Morning News, who was bom in
Ohio. Two are Scotch by birth:
Hon. Hugh Buchanan, of Newnan,
and Hon. Adams Johnson, of Augus
ta. Six are from North Carolina,
nine from South Carolina, four from
Tennessee, and one each from Flori
da, Maryland, Virginia and Alabama.
“The recent trial of a negro in
Emanuel county, Ga.,” says the Cou
rier Journal, “for stealing a peck of
peas cost the county $375, and was
acquitted.” That puts the price of
peas at SISOO per bushel.
Two worthy citizens of Alonroe
county (each) lost a dun colored cow.
A contest was made for the owner
ship before the Justice Court, and an
appeal has been taken to the Superi
or Court. The trial will cost the
county at least three hundred dollars.
The value of the cow is about twen
ty-five dollars. But we don’t know
how the question of ownership could
be otherwise settled. —Monroe Ad
vertiser.
“ ‘I would not live always,
I ask not to stay
So he ate a green peach
And was carried away.”
Anew book in press is called
“The Devil Puzzlers.” It is sup
posed to treat of those young men
who wear better clothes and spend
more money, on a salary of nine
dollars per week, than a man
whose income is fifty thousand a
year. It has always puzzled the
and to lindcrstand how thpy ac
complished the feat—hence “The
Devil Puzzlers.”
A Nebraska farmer bitches a pair
of cows to a wagon when he jour
neys, and milks them whenever he
comes to a toil gate, paying the toll
with tiie rhilk.
It was a Stewart county man who
said to his son who was on the cvc
of lea ving for school, “My son, take
your books and do the best you can,
but as soon ns yon learn how to play
base ball come home.”
A New Haven, Connecticut, sex
ton boasts of having assisted at
over six thousand funerals.
HAWKINSVILLE, GA., THURSDAY MORNING, AUGUST 9, 1877.
THE PARTING HOUR.
There’s something in the “parting hour,”
Will chill the warmest heart—
Yet kindred, Comrades, lovers, friends,
Are fated all to part;
But this I’ve soc-n—and many a pang
Has pressed it on my mind—
The one who goes is happier
Than those he leaves behind.
No matter what the journey be,
Adventurous, dangerous, far,
To the wild deep or bleak frontier,
To solitude or war—
Still something cheers the heart that dares,
In all of human kind,
And t.iey who go are happier
Than those they leave behind
The bride goes to the bridegrooms homo
With doubtiugs, and with tears,
But does not hope her rainbow spread
Across her cloudy tears *
Alas ! the mother, who remains,
What comfort can she find,
But this, the gone is happier
Than one she leaves behind.
Have you a friend—a comrade dear—
An old and valued friend?
Be sure your time of sweet coneourso
At length wil l have an end !
And when you part—as part you will—
Oh, take it not unkind,
If lie who goes is happier
Tliau you he leaves behiud I ;
•
God wills it so—and so it is;
Tile pilgrims on the way,
Though weak and worn, more cheerful are
Than all the rest who stay.
And when at last, poor man subdued,
: Lies down to death resigned,
May he not still he happier (ar
Than those he leaves behind ?
A Woman’s Revenge.
The broad stretch of barren, sandy
shore, covered here and there with
ragged tufts of scanty evergreens;
boat3 lying upon the strand like
sleeping sea monsters, on one side ;
and on the other the eternal roar of
great white-crested billows, flinging
white showers ol spray into the salt
scented air—this was what Mrs. St.
Lcger saw, as she stood in the piazza
of the solitary hotel, with her hus
band at her side.
“Is it not grand, Beatrice?”
She shuddered, and drew involun
tarily nearer to him.
“Yes ; but ob, bow dreary ! lion
solitary !”
“People don’t expect much society
in a place like this, Beatrice ; health
is the main object for which we seek,
and I believe the roses are brighter
already in your cheeks, dearest wife.
See how little Nell is frolicking down
ou the shore with the old boatman
and his wife. Shall we walk down
and bring Nelly back?”
“You go, Allred, and I will wait
for you in the parlor. Don’t be
long, for the sun has already set and
the air grows chilly.”
Little Nelly and her female com
panion were alone on the shore when
Mr. St. Leger joined the group—the
boatman had strayed off in another
direction to look for a missing oar—
and the child ran gleefully to meet
him.
“Papa, papa ! see this prettv pink
shell!’
But Alfred St. Leger saw neither
shell nor child. He had grown sud
denly pale, then crimson.
“Kathleen Moi ison 1”
The tall, pretty young woman
threw the scarlet shawl back from
her head, as the bowed. “So you
haven’t forgotten our flirtation, Mr.
St. Leger ? And you are married,
and this is y'our little girl. How time
passes.”
St. Leger drew a deep sigh of re
lief as Kathleen broke into light
laughter. If lie could but have seen
the cruel smile upon her mocking
lips he would scarcely have carried
so light a heart in his bosom.
* * * * * * *
“Alamma, Kathleen says it’s the
prettiest place—a cave, where the
sand is like silver and the little pink
and purple shells lie in heaps. Kath
leen can row me out in half an hour.
She often goes.
Nelly’s cheeks were in aflame, and
her blue eyes sparkling with excite
ment. Mrs. St. Leger looked lan
guidly up from her book.
“Is it quite safe, Kathleen ?”
“Quite so, ma’am ; we’ll be back by
tea-time.”
“Then I may go, mamma ?”
“If Kathleen will take great care
of you, pet.”
The purple light faded into gray,
and the gray into starry darkness,
and the moon rose up solemnly over
the tides, and they did not return.
“Oh, Kathleen, I am so tired. Take
me back to mamma.”
“Hush, child 1 We’re going where
the sun shines all the year round, and
you shall gather ripe oranges from
the trees, and the parrots are redder
than peonies. Just wait a minute."
“And can I have a monkey ?”
“Twenty, if you like.”
“But will mamma be there ?”
“No; but we’ll send her a monkey
in a letter.”
Nelly laughed at the idea; but the
next minute her checks grew pale
again.
“I want my mamma, Kathleen. I
don’t care for the monkeys and the
parrots any more, I want my mam
ma.”
Kathleen did not answer. She was
intently watching the movements of
a large vessel lying at a little dis
tance out at sea. Suddenly a tiny
white pennon fluttered out, and was
instantly withdrawn.
“The saints be blessed!” muttered
Kathleen. ‘“I began to think it
would never come. Nelly, darling,
here’s the boat; jump in.”
“Are yon going to mamma ?”
“Yes, yes—jump in, quick.”
And Kathleen’s strong arm was
pulling them out to sea in another
instant.
As they ran up alongside the large
black hull of the vessel, a voice hailed
them.
“Is it yoDjJKnthloen? Where’s
the child w
“Here.’'
“The ladder .will be lowriv.d in a
minute. I tell you what, iny gill,
you’ve shown courage to-day.”
The athletic young tar greeted her
with a hearty kiss as she stood lie
side him ; but her cheek was cold as
ice, as lit*le Nelly clung, terrified, to
her skirts.
“I am revenged 1” was the first, the
last, the only thought that whirled
through her brain.
And when, the next morning, long
after the outward bound Sardina was
spreading her white sails to the
breeze, the little boat drifted asliorelf
people whispered to one another that
old Morison’s daughter and the gold
en-haired little gill were lost at sea.
* * * * * *
Ten years afterwards, Kathleen
Morison—a childless widow, alistless
exile, now upon a foreign shore—was
standing at her door where the glow
ing Italian sunshine streamed down
through blossoming vines.
“The saints protect us from such a
grim face as your’s, Kathlina 1” cried
a neighbor, balancing a basket of
fish on her head, as she tripped by.
“Don’t you want to hear a bit of
news ?”
“I am not so wrapped up in the
fine folks at the castle as you are,
Ninetta,” said Kathleen.
“It’s a lovely lady,” returned
Ninetta, “and she’s dying by inches
—La Signora San Legero.”
“St. Leger!”
“Ah 1 That’s the way the English
have it.”
“Go away 1 I want lto more of
your idle gossip 1”
Ninetta retreated, fairly appalled
by the sharpness of her neighbor’s
tongue and voice; and Kathleen
stood gazing fixedly into the sunset
with eyes that saw not a shade of the
carmine glow.
“I thought once that I would never
pity her,” mused Kathleen, “but that
was before my babies died. I have
felt the serpent’s tooth in my own
heart since. Poor lady 1 and she is
dying of a broken heart. I wish 1
could die 1”
The next evening, as Mrs. St.
Leger was lying on the sofa by the
open window which led out upon
marble terraces and velvet-smooth
lawn, a slip of white paper came
fluttering down upon her lap as soft
ly as the floating petal of an orange
blossom. And, rudely scrawled up
it with a pencil, she deciphered these
words :
There is one American flower |
among the pomegranate blossoms at j
Marco Silvedo’s. Beatrice St. Leger’s
cheek turned even paler than its
usual shade of pallor as she read the
mystic lilies.
“Read, Alfred.”
“Nelly was drowned ten longyears
ago.”
“Nelly is alive, Alfred ; I know it,
I feel it 1 Oh, lose no time—en
quire who and where Marco Silvcdo
is! >
“I will enquire,” he said: “but
Beatrice, calm yourself. Remember
how often we have been deceived be
fore.”
“We shall not be deceived again,
Alfred.”
Marco Silvedo sat at liis cottage
door, smoking a short pipe of some
dark, fragrant wood ; an old wrinkle
faced Italian, with a skin ns yellow
as parchment, iron-grey hair and keen
black eyes. Two or three children
as daik as himself, were playing
round him, and when Airs. St. Leger
noted the rudely crimson line of
health in their cheeks, she knew what
was meant by the words “pomegran
ate blossoms.”
St. Leger alighted, and began
to talk to the old mail in his own lan
guage.
“Are these all your children, Sig
nor Silvedo?”
“Yes, Signor, all. Two are with
the saints in glory, three are here.”
Beatrice, listening from the car
riage, felt the blood grow chill
around her heart. Was the feint
light of hope that had begun to dawn
on her life’s horizon but a deceptive
mirage, after all ?
Air. St. Leger was about to re-enter
the carriage, when the old Italian
arose politely to bis feet.
“The Signor and Signora would
honor him by partaking of a glass
of his own wine? Nay, he would re
ceive no refusal. Elena—Nclla!”
A tall, Blender gill of fifteen or
thereabouts came to the door—a
girl with a skin as fair as the drifted
snow, and blue, serene eyes. She
looked wonderingly at the strangers.
Airs. St. Leger uttered a low,
smothered cry. All the cliunges
that had passed over Nelly’s head
had not altered her to her mother’s
wistful, loving eyes. She was the
“little Nelly” of the weary, long
years ago.
“Nelly! Nelly!” she cried, wildly;
“don’t you remember your mother,?”
And Nelly St. Leger, with the
floodgates of memory wide opened in
her heart, fell sobbing on her moth
er’s breast.
“1 knew I had a mother once, be
fore 1 sailed across the sea,” she
faltered, in Italiau, “but I thought
she bad forgotten me!”
Alareo Silvedo, who had been gaz
ing in blank astonishment from one
to the other, now came forward and
told how the child had been left at
his door one chill November night,
how and by whom lie did not know,
nor could the bewildered child tell
him.
“I had just buried my youngest
child,” he said, “and it seemed as if
the good saints meant this one to
take her place. I shall miss her
sorely, though 1 don’t grudge her to
the Signor.”
Kathleen, standing at the door as
the carriage rolled by the next day,
with Nelly silting between her fath
er and mother, smiled darkly to her
self.
“I bad meant that my revenge
should have lasted still longer,,” she
said to herself:- “Cut the poor lady
cannot live long—and, after all, she
was uot to blouse. Resides, when
e Kathleen died, I buried almost
lie bitter smart in her grave. Let
them be happy while they can.”
For Kathleen knew that she was
amply avenged.
REMARKABLE BRAINS.
A Bullet Taken from a Man’s Head, and
an Eight-penny Nail from a IVOman’s.
Fx|iui the Wheeling Register.]
A Confederate soldier from the
pfifuey of Virginia, in one of the bat
the late civil war, was struck
in-Abe head by a minie ball. The
ball passed through the skull, and
the surgeons, afraid to probe the
wound in search of it, left the man
Io dic. In the course of a time he
recovered, but had lost his reason,
and was sent to the insane asylum
at fetaunfpn, where lie remained for
eleyen years. At length Dr. Faunt
lerfy, an eminent physician of that
city, obtained permission from the
asylum authorities and friends of the
insane man to make a surgical ex
amination of the head with the hope
of finding the ball. He was success
ful, and found the ball embeded on
the inside of the skull and pushing
against the brain. Unable to ex
tract it with any instrument at hand,
be took a chisel and mortised it out.
As soon as the ball was removed,
reason resumed its control, and the
deranged one was in his light mind.
He says that lie is not conscious of
anything that occurred during the
interval of eleven years, from the
time he was struck on tire battlefield
to the moment the pressure was
removed from the brain—all was a
blank to him.
Another case in the same county
of Augusta was that of a boy whose
gun bursted while shooting, and
drove the lock into the brain. The
piece was taken out by a skillful sur
geon without serious injury to the
patient.
But the most remarkable case that
I hear of was in the same neighbor
hood. It was that of a woman sub
ject to fits of mental derangement,
and while in a spell of lunacy drove
an eight-penny nail into the top of
her head, penetrating down into
the brain—the nail having been
driven up to its head. The nail was
drawn out, and the woman has been
in sound mental condition ever since.
JOSH BILLING!? PHILOSOPHY.
The man who can say all he has
got to say in a few words iz an ugly
customer to handle.
Jt don’t require mutch talent to
write, but to kno just what to publish
requires the highest order ov taleut.
Children that are remarkable for
what they kno at five arc generally
more remarkable for what they don’t
kno at twenty-five.
Thare is full az much pleasure in
ekonomy, as thare iz profit.
The shortest road to a woman’s
heart iz to praize her baby, and to a
man’s heart to praize his horse and
buggy.
1 have seen menny an ugly lace
gro beautiful just as soon as it
ope'led its mouth and began to talk.
Billy and ginger pop, are both
sparkling, and short lived.
Thare iz a kind ov courage that is
nothing more than drunken bravery.
The strength and weakness of man
kind lays in their judgement.
A woman never really luvs the
man she can govern.
1 have known men to argy hot for
religion who never kept a single pre
cept of it.
The man whose sole ambisliun iz
to win the applause ov the world, iz
sure to be disappointed, whether he
wins or loozes.
Thare iz nothing so weak az the
cunning in a man, and yet he iz apt
to be more vain of it than he iz ov
his judgement.
DOWN ON A BUSINESS BASIS.
They had been mairied about three
months. The boy from the store ap
peared with a note from her husband.
She clutched the precious missive
with an eager hand, tremblingly
opened it, and read :
“Dear AVife: Send me a pocket
handkerchief. John.”
She went slowly to the draw to
get the desired article, and while
looking for it she came across the
following note, dated two weeks after
the wedding :
“Sunlight of My Soul: You will
have to send me a handkerchief.—
Your bewitching eyes so turned my
head this morning that I forgot to
take one with me, for which I shall
kiss the sweet face of my own a
thousand times When I come home.
In two hours and twenty miuutes it
will he twelve o’clock, and then I
can conic to my beautiful rose. I
long to fly to you. A thousand
kisses I send thee, my fairy wife.—
Yours tenderly, John.”
She sighed, gave the boy the hand
kerchief, and sighed again.—Danbu
ry News.
In attempting to carve a fowl one
day a gentleman found considerable
difficulty in separating tlic joints, and
exclaimed against the man who had
sold him an old lien for a young
chicken. “My dear,” said the en
raged man’s wife, “don’t talk so
much about the aged and respectable
Mr. B. He planted I!ig first bill of
corn that was planted in our town.”
“I know that,” said the husband,
“and I believe this hen scratched it
up.”
Always take a rope into your
room at the hotel. It may enable
you to slide out even if there is no
fire. A big board bill is just about
as bad as a conflagration.
“What makes your bread so
dark!”’ inquired the lady of the
house of the cook, “If you
inarm, it’s because it was linked
in cloudy weather,*' wa9 the reply.
The Fiends of the Light
House.
11V T. C. HARBAUGH.
“We are going to have a terrible
night, David. Yon must watch the
lights yourself, for the rheumatics
have got me down again, and I can
not move.”
“I will gladly do so,” was the re
ply of a ruddy-looking youth of
nineteen, who had listened to the old
lighthouse-keeper’s words. “Are
any ships expected in ? What did
Mr. Shipley say to-day ?”
“He came to tho lighthouse on im
portant business,” was the veteran’s
reply. “The people oil shore have
reason to suspect that the barque
Ranger is to be the victim of foul
play. It has been discovered that
she has lately been insured by men
who never owned a dollar of her car
go. During her outward voyage,
Mr. Shipley informed me, several
men were discovered at fo#l play in
her hold, and were promptly hung.
She has sailed from Brest with
a valuable cargo, and it is believed
that no means will be spared to ses
cure her destruction before she
reaches her destination. I have been
advised to be careful—to admit no
person until the Ranger’s arrival in
port.”
At this moment the youth glanced
at the figure of a man who was sleep
ing by the fire that blazed and
crackled in one corner of the little
stoned-walled apartment.
The person in question was a sail
or, who bad been burled at the foot
of the lighthouse on the previous
night, by the fury of the waves, and
who had been cared for by its tenants,
the old light-keeper and his nephew.
“Oh, I do not dread him, poor fel
low ?” the old man said, noticing the
youth’s glance. “If no worse per
sons invade the light, David, we
need not fear. The Ranger is ex
pected off the coast to-night, and the
lights must burn brightly.”
“Yes—yes. Do not let them trou
ble you. They shall be diligently
watched.”
A moment later, and the man at
the fire turned on the cot which had
been inprovised by the youth, and
looked at the couple.
“Storm?” he said half interroga
tively.
“An’ a big one, too I” the rheu
matic light-keeper said, with a
mournful shake of his whitened bead.
“You’ll feel the old pile rock from
basement to light before morning
and the waves will kiss the higher
windows. Water-fowls have been
driven against the glass already, and
the light is but half turned on, as
yet.”
“Hark 1 what was that, a gun at
sea?” the guest exclaimed.
“You are mistaken,” the keeper
said, with a smile. “That is the
storm. You’ll hear many such guns
as that, to-night. The lights, now,
David, I guess you had better turn
them on.”
The youth seized a lantern and
sprang nimbly to the spiral stairway
that led up to the beacons. The
man before tho fire watched him nar
rowly. In the dark eyes there was
a fiendishness that boded ill for the
dwellers on the island rock; the sud
den change oi countenance made the
man look like a maniac.
He watched the youth till he dis
appeared, and waited till he lost the
sounds of his ascent of the stone
stairs.
Then ho began to move towards
the old cripple like the tiger ap
proaches the innocent animal which
it has selected for its victim.
“There, ain’t they big guns ?” the
light-keeper exclaimed, as the roar of
the storm increased. “I’m glad you
are here to-night, for we may need
you. 1 guess Providence must have
sent you.”
“No, not Providence 1” and the
man was on his feet. “I came here
for a purpose, old man, and 111 tell
yon wlia’ it is.”
“My God 1 Then you ”
“No exclamation, sir!” was the
stern interruption, and the flash of i\
diik greeted the old light keeper’s
eyes. ‘lf you don't want this, keep
a still tongue in your head. Mebbe
you'll get it anyhow, for dead men
tell no tales. I was not the help
less wretch you took me to be. We
don’t want any light to-night, for in
the gloom and storm of the sea we
want a ship to go to the bottom.—
Why, sir, life must not stand be
tween ns and our object. Five of us
drew lots for this work, and I was
chosen. The boy is among the
lights now, and I am going up to
him.”
“No—no 1 David is young, and lie
is good Don’t harm him 1”
“Of course not 1” laughed the
brute. “I will pitch him into the
sea, perhaps—over the railing. That
is all.”
“Kill me first, then.”
“Just what I am going to do.”
The next moment, amid the storm
that shook tho strong pillar of stone
and iron, a terrible crime, cold-blood
ed and cruel, was committed in the
little room.
The villain’s knife was reddened
with blood, and the old man’s bead
had dropped upon his brest, while
his eyes stared deathly into the fire
at his feet.
“So far, so good !” the murderer
said, arising. “I’ll let Pablo in now.”
He moved towards the door,
which he relieved of its iron barri
cades, ami unlocked. The outer door
was served in like manner, and as he
opened it, a gust of wind mingled
with cold particles of spray, almost
lifted him from the ground.
“Pablo?”
“Here!” was the response, and a
figure dashed into the lighthouse.
Then the door was quickly closed
and made fast again, and the* mur
derer hastened to greet his accom
plice.
“Good! you’re here. I've fixed
the old man,” he said, pointing to
his venerable victim iu the clumsy
arm-chair. “Why, Pablo, you are as
wet as a drowned eat.”
“I should say so,” said Pablo,
showing his crochety teeth by a hid
eous grin. “The surf drenched me
to the very bones, and 1 pounded on
the door till myknuckles bled.”
The murderer cast a covert glance
at Pablo’s hands, and noted that
they were not bleeding. He seemed
to regard his companion as a ehrenio
liar.
“Did you hear the guns ?” said
Pablo.
“No.”
“Nor sec the lights ?”
“Lights, too? No.”
“The Ranger is at sea, and in dis
tress. I recognized her lights.”
I lie sot distant sailor, who called
himself Thomas Mainsal, clutched
Pablo’s arm.
“Tell the truth ?”
“Why should I lie ?”
“That is so. Guns and lights?”
“True as preaching, Tom.”
“The boy, then, lie’s up there.—
Follow me, Pablo, and don’t blunder.
Two thousand dollars for this night’s
work, you know.”
Pablo drew a knife, and followed
his companion up the steps, leaving
the dead iu the warm little room be
low.
The old man had trimmed his last
light, and the blood that trickled
from his heart was forming a ghastly
pool between bis feet.
The twain approached the circular
chamber, wherein the great lights
burned in the mighty lamps, with
the murderer’s usual caution. They
had but to overcome the youth who
had gone up to threw the light of the
beacon far out to sea, and the light
house would be in their possession.
Tom Mainsal’s head appeared
slowly above the opeuing in the floor
of the light-room, and Pablo was
just below awaiting the report of his
discovery. Rut to the villain’s sur
prise, the apartment was empty I
Bending down, ho communicated
his discovery to his accomplice.
“The young ’nn is outside cleaning
the glass,” said Pablo. “Wo can
creep out and pitch him into the
sea. Nothing easier than that.”
A strong stone platform surround
ed the lighthouse at the foot of the
lamproom. It was in a turn sur
rounded by an iron railing, which
prevented any one from stepping off
and falling among the breakers below.
From this platform David Mason
was wont to clean the glasses of the
lamps, and even in storms he would
stand there, two hundred feet above
the surf, and perform his duty with
out a fear.
When the winds were mad, he
usually had a rope about his waist,
in case he should he lifted from his
perch and dashed over tho railing.
But no such accident of this kind
had ever occurred to him.
Tom Ma insal found the little door
that opened upon the platform, and
crept out, followed by bis accomplice
in crime.
They heard (he terrible roar of the
storm, saw a few lights that fluted
about like will-o’-the-wisps, and for
tho first time trembled with fear.
The lighthouse seemed doomed to
go down into the sea.
“Look!” Pablo suddenly whis
pered, in Tom’s car. “The boy 1
There he i-1 he’s going to give that
window a sciubbing.”
Sure enough the person whom
they sought had suddenly come in
sight, and had set iris bucket upon
the platform preparatory to cleaning
one of the “windows’’ of the gigantic
lamp.
The villains crouched to the stone
and watched the young man. He
was not ten feet away.'
“Now!” whispered Pablo, again.
“We’ll delay here and lose our
mouey.”
The long dirk dropped from
MftinsaPs hand, and the next instant
he threw himself like a tiger upon
the light keeper.
There was a halt smothered shriek
of surprise, the bucket, kicked ny the
fiend’s foot, tumbled into the sea,
and Dayid Mason found himself
jerked into the air.
“I’ve got the kid, Pablo !” Tom
Mainsal sbouted over his shoulder,
to his companion.
“Then overhead with him 1” was
the responc. “We must put the
lights out.
The murderer, iu whose grasp the
youth seemed but a babe, took a
hasty stride across the platform.
His long hair blew towards the
lamps, and iu their light lie looked
the incarnation of ferocity—looked
thus even to Pablo.
David Mason did not cry again, for
be was whirled suddenly above his
captor’s head, and flung, with the
strength of ail Ajax, out into the
night and the storm.
“May the devil lake him!” Tom
Mainsal said, quickly, to his compan
ion, w ho, eager to put out the ligiits,
had half re-entered 'lie lamp-room.
The fiends were masters of the
light-house, and they did not hesitate
to extinguish tho lights.
When the beacons suddenly dis
appeared, and the welcome flash of
the signals seemed to die suddenly,
like a meteor in the gloom, a hundred
shouts of amazement went up from
the distant shore, and many men on
the decks ol' the gallant vessels that
were struggling with the storm,
thought that Providence had left
them to their fate.
“Wo made it easily*, Tom !” Pablo
said with a grin, as he stepped into
the room were the old light-keeper
sat dead in his chair. “Two thou
sand ean’t be picked up every day.
Now, let the Hanger go to pieces,
and the companies pay the insurance.
Let ns get rut and wait till the
broken bulks lodge against the rocks
that surround this old pile. In the
motruiug wc tan drift out again on
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spars, and then let them pick us u'rf
for survivors.”
“Xo; let us stay here,” said Pablo,
“We're safer in here. Xo spars to
stirke us, you know.”
“ fake the old chap, out then,”
said Pablo, with a superstitious shud
der.
Tom Mainsal strode the chair and
laid his hand oil the corpse.
“Open both doors, Pablo,” aud his
command was obeyed.
The next minute the murderer
lifted the dead from the chair, and
bore him towards the sea.
Put there came a cry from Pablo
that struck terror to his heart, bold
as it was, and he saw his companion
shrinking from the foot of the spiral
stairway.
“My God ! the dead alive !” Toni
Mainsal gasped, as he dropped his.
burden and fled—fled in o the eorri
der and out upoirtirc rdi-gecl rocks,
beat upon by the crested pillows.
The apparition which frightened
the couple sprang from the steps and
shut the heavy door upon them.
Then the key was turned again in
the lock, and the master of the situa
tion knelt over the old man.
It was David W ason, whom Tom
Mainsal had buried' from the plat
form, two hundred feet above the
angry surf!
Thanks to the rope which encir
cled his waist at the time, he had
not fallen into the sea, and it had
enabled him to return to the light
tower, aud re light the lamps.
The %pe had escaped the villains’
notice.
All through that night the lights
of old Eddy wave flashed afar. They
saved the Ranger, and a score of
other ships, and hundreds of lives.
David Mason kept vigil over the
dead while the storm warred about
him, an did not venture out until the.
night and tho tempest had passed
away together.
Then he found debris of wreck on the
ghastly rocks, and prominent among
the dead lay the fiends of the light
house. Tlioie, in the night, the hand
of justice had stricken them cold, on
the scene of their last ciime.
A LAKE THAT NEVER FREEZES NOR
(JIVES Ul* ITS HEAD.
Truckee is a thriving railroad town,
and the staiting point for Lake Ta
hoe—called the “Gem of the Sierras.”
Half of the lake is in Nevada, the
other half in California. It is twen
ty-eight miles long and from twelve
to sixteen miles wide, and has been
sounded to a depth of sixteen hun
dren feet. Its waters are a beautiful
ultramarine, and it may be called the
purest water in the world, containing
by analysis only four per cent, of im
purities. It is so light and mobile
as to be easily lashed into foam, or
cal ined to mirror-like surface. In
the early morning it is like a looking
glass, with surrounding objects re
flected in it witli surprising-accuracy.
Several st amers of small tonnage
are used in navigating it. Its altitude
is about sixty-three hundred feet; it
is always cool and pleasant in tho
hottest weather. The lake never
freezes, and lievers give up its dead.
Xo person that has been drowned in
it has been known to rise to the sur
face. Woo'd, as soon as it is satu
rated, jjtt|io the bottom. The wa
ter is as crystal, aud huge
rocks down are plainly dis
cernible. In fact, it is a marvel, anil
the very contrast of our own Salt
Lake ; for this is so dense and slug
gish as to offer great resistance to
the human body, and everything
else that will flout. —Salt Lake Her
ald.
TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS FOR A
DRINK OF WATER.
In or.e of the hotly-contested lights
in Virginia, during the war, a Federal
officer fell in front of the Confederate
breastworks. While lying there,
wounded and crying for water, a Con
federate soldier (James Moore, of
Burke county, N T . C.,) declared Ujs
intention of supplying him with
drink. The bullets •verc flying thick
from both sides, and Moore’s friends
endeavored to dissuade him from s ueli
a hazardous enterprise. Despite re
monstrance and danger, however,
Moore leaped the breastworks, can
teen in hand, reached his wounded
enemy and gave him drink. The Fed
eral, under a sense of gratitude for
the timely service, took out his gold
watch and offered it to hit benefactor,
but it Was refused. The clliccr thin
asked the name of the man who laid
braved such danger to succor him.
The name was given, and Moore re
turned unhurt to his position behind
the embankment. They saw nothing
more of each other. Moore was sub
sequently wounded, and lost a limb
in one of the engagements in Vir
ginia, and returned to his home in
lSurke county'. A few days ago lie
received a communication from the
Federal soldier to whom lie had
given the “cup of cold water” on the
occasion alluded to, announcing that
he had settled on him the sum of
*510,000, to lie paid in four annual in
staltnents of $2,500 each. Investiga
tion has established the fact that
there is no mistake or deception in
the matter Raleigh New s.
A Chicago man’s young wife on-
Icttaiued him with selections ftom
Wagner, after which he expressed
liimself as resigned lo go to bed,
where he slept very soundly, To
wards midnight eats assembled in
the back yard and yowled frightful
ly'. The sleeper did not get up and
throw boot-jacks at tin m, but turned
on one elbow and whispered in his
dreams: “Singit once more, Elvira;
sing it once more.” She sings it no
more, neither anything else, but
thinks of beating her piano into
kindling wood and turning heft music
book into curl papers,
Gold mining in North Georgia Is
rapidly on the increase, .