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VOL. XL
Professional Directory.
ATTORNEYS AT LAW.
ISAAC L- TOOLE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Vienna, Ga.
Will practice in the couuties of Hous
ton, Dooly, Pulaski, Macon, Sumter attd
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 tf
07 C. HOUSE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Hawkinsville, Ga.
The Criminal Practiee, a specially.
January 4,1877. jan4 ly
WOOTEN & BUSBEE,
ATTORNEYS 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.
Promnt attention given to all business
entrusted to my care. mar 22 6m
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. apr!2 tf
ROLLIN A. STANLEY,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Dublin, Georgia,
Will practice in all the counties of tire
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 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, & 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 in the couuties o’f Dodge, Laurens,
Wilcox, Telfair and Appling, Office in
the Court House. aprls tf
J. 11. WOODWARD,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Vienna, Ga.
WILL practice in the Superior Courts
in the counties of Dooly, Worth,
Wilcox, Pulassi and Houston, and by
special contract in otlicr courts. Prompt
attention given to all collections.
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l C. RYAN. B. MITCHELL.
RYAN & MITCHELL,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW
AND BEAD ESTATE AGENTS,
Hawkinsvilie, 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. fcbJrltf
J. M. DENTON,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
t>RACTICES in the Brunswick Circuit
and elsewhere by special contract.
Office at residence, Coffee county, Oa. P.
O. address, Hazlchurst, M. & B. R. R.,
Georgia. fob4tt
AV. IRA BROWft,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Vienna, Ga.
a PRACTICES in the Superior Courts of
l Oconee Circuit, and elsewhere in the
Stale by special contract. Collections
and other business promptly attended
to 8-18-ly
JOHN H. MARTIN,
ATTORNEY AT LAW
AND BEAL ESTATE AGENTS,
Hawkinsvilie, Ga.
PRACTICES in the Courts of Pulaski,
£ Houston. Dooly, Wliocx, Irwin,
Felfair, Dodge and Laurens. may-tt
CHARLES C. KIBBEE,
ATTORNEY at law,
Hawkinsvilie,- Ga.-
WILL piacticc in the Circu't and Dis
trict Courts of the United States
lor the Southern District of tJcorga, and
i a the Superior Courts of Houstou, Dooly,
Pulaski, Laurens, Wilcox, Irwin and
r)'odge counties. june 291 y
JOHN F. DELACY,
ATTORNEY AT t A#,
EASTMAN, GA.
Will practice in the counties of Pulaski,
Dodge, Telfair, Laurens, Montgomery,
Wilcox, add Irwin, of the O*onec Circuit,
and Appling and Wuyue, of the Bruns
wick Circuit.
Prompt attention given to all business
entrusted to his darc. )unl7 tf
JOHN F. JIItWIS. B. B. I.EOXAKD
111 O. I.EWIS.
LEWIS, LEONARD & CO.,
Bankers and Brokers,
UAWKINSVILAe, - - - OA
Buy and sell Exchange, Bonds, Slocks,
Gold and Silver, and altcnu promptly to
all collections left Willi us.
Will also make Rail* on good seen; itics.
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A deduction of 25 Cents will be
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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.
Mr. W. P. Merritt, of Tattnall
county, was struck and hilled by
lightning on the 31st ult,
Mr. Wylie Pope, of Wilkes coun
ty, fifty-eight years of age, is the
father of nineteen children. Send
him to reinforce the Russians.
The University of Georgia has
graduated six Governors, twenty-six
United States Senators and Con
gressmen, forty-nine Judges, and
several hundred legislators,
The Valdosta Times says : “Mr.
W. R. Tally is manufacturing a fine
quality of watermelon syrup. It is
far superior to that made in the
county last year, and is excellent for
table use.”
Mr. Thomas Godard, of Pike coun-
son of Rev. W. T. Godard, was
recently killed by being run over by
a train in Tennessee. A few days
ago he left home to seek employment
and succeeded in getting work in a
railroad shop in Tennessee, when
the sad accident befell him.
The Greensboro Herald says:
“Crops in this part of the world are
poor. Corn is not as gqod as last
year, and cotton cannot possibly
make a full crop. We make the
prophecy that Greene county will
not make a two-thirds crop,”
Recently a horse belonging to Mr.
M. H. Arnold, of Oglethorpe county,
ran away with ft plow, his head com,
mg in contact with a stump, which
bursted his skull all to pieces. A
piece of the bone was' exlfaele'd as
large as a man’s hand, and, strange
to say, the animal, at last accounts,
waS afive and doing Well.
The Darien Timber Gazette says:
“One of the convicts on Champney’s
Island, in an attempt to escape and
who made fight, was shot dead by
one of the guards on Monday last.
Another one of the convicts, Who
tried to swim the river and escape
has probably been drowned, as noth
ing has been beard of him. August
Maxwell is the name of the man that
Was shot.
The Atlanta Constitution records
the following singular incident: “A
Christian child died in our city
The father had not a cent, and the
family in their deep woe were on the
verge of starvation. A man with a
tender heart aided them as much as
he could, and then went to others
for very small contributions. To
his surprise, not a single Jew refused
him, and not one Christian out of
five would give a cent. It should
not Appear that the religion of Christ
destroys charity.”
When a lover Raves the house
of his adored one at a late hour
in the evening, and walks musingly
homeward beneath the twinkling
stars, his fond fancy pictures her
Clothed in white samite, resting
sweetly on her pillowy with her un
bound hair tossed about her steeping
face, and angels bending over her
coach Whispering heavenly dreams.
Perhaps at that moment,- though,
she is in the pantry gnawing hun
grily on a ham bone.-
A girl Who can put a square patch
on a pair ot pantaloons may not be
so accomplished as one who' can'
Work a green worsted dog on a yel
low ground, but she is of more real
value to the community'.
. *.
The New Orleans Democrat gives
an account of a‘ negro man 116 years
of age, now on thb plantation of
State Treasurer Dubuclet in Louisi
ana. It says that he cultivates three
acres of corn, and a garden patch,-
using only a hoe in stirring his crop',
also catches considerable drift wood
in the river, and his eye-sight is so
good that he can thread a needle and
mend his own clothes. has
about S3OO laid up for the evening of
life.
The carpet baggers of Mississippi
are gradually leaving the State, ow
ing to the ruinous falling off in the
facilities for stealing. One of them
left not long ago by hanging himself
on the'road below Meridian, and the
people are now leaving their ropes
out at night with the hope that others
will steal them and follow his exam
ple.—Courier Journal .-
hawkinsville, ga., Thursday morning, august it*, istt.
MY MOTHERi
Back through the lapse of lonely years,
Of light and shade and hitter tears,
I seem to hear
My mother’s voice, soft, sweet and low—
My mother’s voice, ah ! well I Know
Its cadence dear.
Oft sitting, when the night bird Wing's
His homeward flight and softly sings
A plaiutive song,
Theft mem’ry Waves her magic Wfliid
And summatls from the silent land
Dear ones long gone.
Again, I stand by mother’s knee,
Again, her sainted fade I see,
As in her drearti j
Then asks my heart, with voice of tears,
For her; alas, the sad, sad years
Lie dark between.
Oh 1 mother, for that sphere divine,
On wings of light cleave realms of time,
Cotne thou to me,
If only for a little space,
That I may look on thy dear face,
One moment see.
As once I saw, thy tender eyes,
That know not tears in Paradise,
Grieved no more.
I watclt Ibr thee, oh ! mother, dear j
1 listen, and I seem to hear
Tiiy pong float o’er
That lonely river, deep and wide,
Which darkly rolls its Stygian tide
From shore to shore ;
Silent and deep through lonely years
Swollen with bitter farewell tears
Forever more.
Trusting, I’ll wait while life last here, *
’Till in that grand. Immortal sphere,
Where sorrows cease,
We meet, and on thy loving breast
My weary head shall be at rest
In perfect pe..ce.
Shenandoah Herald,]
A JUDICIAL TRIBULATION^
A small boy was brought before a
Magistrate in Pottsvilie the other
day upon a serious charge. He was
a little fellow with a red head, and
his face speckled like a guinea egg.
A tuft of hair stuck through the top
of a pointed slouched hat, and his
knees shone through holes in those
portions of. his pauts. His mother
held him last, and, as she struggled
into the office, the boy swung back
like a contrary mule at the end of a
halter.
“What’s the matter?” said the
magistrate.
“Everything,” said the woman.
“He’s bad ; he’s rotten bad, arid thar
aint no doing nothin’ wt’ him. Thar
ain’t a cherry tree round the town ite
don’t know, and thar aint a cat what
shows its nose that he don’t let drive
wl’ a stone. Thar ain’t a door bell
he haint pulled, and a high hat on
when thar’s snow jest sets him in
a fit till he gets a lick in at it. I
have wore out three Bibles reading
’um to him, but it don’t do no good.
All the trees in the back yard has
been killed getting switches off to
lick ’um, and he chaws all the ter
backer that the old man can buy.
He’s a-breaking of my heart, and I
wants lnm punished. Yes, Ben
Franklin, you are bringing my gray
hairs to the grave.”
“Benjamin Franklin,” said the mag
istrate in an imperious manner. “I
am afraid you are derelict to those
high principles of Christian morality
and tectitude which maternal affec
tion has endeavored to instil Into
your composition.”
“Now look here, Mr. Judge,” said
the woman, “that ’ere boy liain’t had
much laming and he can’t talk
Dutch.”
“Well, I didn’t sajf he could,” re
plied the magistrate.
“Waren’t that Dutch you were
talking then ?”
“No, madani, that was pure Anglo-
Saxon.”
“What’s she got to do wi’ this
case ?”
“Who?”
“Why Angelina Sakton.”
“Who said anything about Ange
lina Saxton?”
“You did.”
“I did not.”
“You did.”
“I repeat, I did not.”
“You did ! you did 11 did !1 !
did 111! did'! 111! did !Ml 11
did 111!!!! and did, and you did,
did, did, aud I’ll.never give in.”
In the meantime Benjamin Frank
lin sat on a box and said, “Go in, did
woman, and don’t give up; I seen
you take down dad that way many a
time.”
Her breath nearly exhausted, she
snatched the namesake of the great
founder of journalism iu America and
philosopher by the nape of the neck
and swept out of the room, declaring
she had never been so insulted in all
her life, anil that too by a Jndge who
had had no bringing up.
ONE AT A TIME.
A constable that had been lately
inducted into office,- was in atten
dance on the Court,’ and Was ordered
by tbe Judge to call John Bell and
Elizabeth Bell, He immediately be
gan at the fop of his luhgs—
“John Bell arid Elizabeth Bell.”
“Orie at a time,” said the Judge.
One at a time— one at a time—
one at a time! shouted the consta
ble.
“Now yoh've done it/’ said the
Judge,
“Now you’ve done it— now you've
done it- —Now you’ve done it!" —
yeHed the constable. There was no
standing this, the court, bar, and
bystanders broke into a hearty laugh
to the perfect surprise and dismay df
the astonished constable.
A Western paper has improved oh
the original plan, and now says:
“No corrrmu nidation wilt be published
in- this paper unless accompanied tiy
the'full name of the writer and a five
doliar bill ; these arc not requested
for publication, but as a guaranty of
good faith.”
‘■•That Clock, my said a
fond father, “was the best kihd of
a clock up to six months ago when
my daughter began to have sweet
hearts, and now the Wretched thing
ib always tWoTulUriC slqW i’
MAN PROPOSES.
An Amusing Story.
BY MARY KYLE DALLAS:
When little Lavinia Dreeme was
left an orphan, her aimt, Miss Dur
den, at once proved herself a true
friend. She came to the desolate
house where the young orphan sat
alone, and took her to her arms and
to her hearti
“You must go home and live with
me always, my precious child,” she
said, “and I’ll try to comfort you,
and yott’ll be a great comfort to me.
I have a very nice home indeed, and
we never let any men come into it.”
“Don’t you ?” asked Lavinia,
“Why not?”
“Never,” said Miss Ddrden, “be
cause we detest them,as they deserve.
I have a servant named Peggy ; she
helps me keep them out, and I never
invite any but ladies to visit me, and
we neVer have any one to work for us
biit women. A woman papered my
parlor, and painted my doors, and an
old Dutch woman does my garden
ing. When I don’t drive, Peggy
does, and the washerwoman’s grand
daughter takes care of the horse.
Don’t we manage nicely ?”
“Beautifully,” said Lavinia. “Oh,
dear Aunt, I don’t like men either.—■
only poor papa—”aud Lavinia began
to sob—“of course 1 love him.”
“Certainly, that was proper—papas
are different,” said Miss Durden.- “I
revered my own ; but no men enter
my doors. I attend a church to
which a lady has been called, and my
doctor is a lady; ’twill be so happy—
calmly happy, you know. Nobody
to tyranize over us, or make love to
us, or anything Of that dreadful sort.”
Lavinia was not quite sure that the
latter proceeding was as dreadful as
Miss Durden thought it; but she pro
fessed perfect acquiescence, and as
time rolled on and her first great
grief faded into a memory, she felt
that her aunt's home was really a
very peaceful place. People in the
neighborhood laughed at it, and
called it Durden Convent.
It was Well known that no mascu
line foot ever crossed its threshold ;
but within it dwelt a very pretty girl,
a very handsome, middle-aged wo
man, and the rosiest and most bright
eyed young person who ever lived
out at service. These were tempta
tions enougit for men’s eyes at the
windows or in the garden any bright
da;'; but no man might hope to enter
this paradise.
So all three lived together, strong
in their principles, bidding defiance
to all mankind, and vowing to shut
it out forever.
One morning, however, Peggy
came into the room where Miss Dur
den and Lavinia sat at breakfast, her
eyes popping out of her head, and
her voice quite gone with fright, and
gasped:
“Oh, Miss ! Oh ! Oh, dear! There’s
a man in the garden !”
“A man ?” cried Miss Durden.
“Yes, Miss,” said Peggy.
“Tell him to go out,” said Miss
Durden.
“It’s no use,” said Peggy, “he
can’t go.”
“Can’t go out of my garden!
What do you mean ?”
“I think he’s dead, please,” said
Peggy.
At this—dead men being excep
tions io the general rule—Miss Dur
den and Lavinia fan into tbe garden.
Now this garden was peculiarly
situated/ It was in a high region,
aud the precipitous side of a hill was
its boundary at the rear. Over this
hill soni’e unfortunate wight might
have been expected’ to tumble into
the garden, at last. A cow bad al
ready done so. - At all events, some
one had.
There, on his back, with a pallid
face and blood upon his hair, lay a
yaung man. If he was not dead, he
looked like it.
“Ob—oh, run for the doctor, Peg
gy !’’ cried Miss Durden, wringing
her hands,
“She’s gone to Boston, Miss,” she
said.
“Then you mu3t call some olie
else,” said Miss Durden. “Any doc
tor. It’s not for us, you know.”
So Peggy ran to Dr. Brightly’s
and Dr. Brightly, a plump old bach
elor, returned with her. Hearing
what had happened he brought with
him Tom, the coachman, to assist.
And now there were three men in the
garden of Durden Home. The three
Women regarded them from' a dis
tance and kept silence.
At last the doctor spoke :
“You are the lady of the house,
ma’am ?”
“Yes,” said the person addressed,
“I am Miss Durden.”
“Which room shall wo carry the
patient to?” said the doctor.
“Which room?” repeated Miss
Durden, faintly.
“Yes, he’s broken a leg aud a rib,”
said tbe doctoi. “Of course he can’t
be moved far, and you’ll have him
on your hands for a week or two.”
, "Atint,-dear, the blue room,” said
Lai’inia.
“Yes, Miss, thb blue room,” said
Peggy.
“I, Wouldn’t be inhuman for the
wo-Hd,” said Miss Lavinia. “The
blue room,- of course. Oh!” she
sighed, as she led the way, “why
couldn’t a woman have fallen over
fhe hill instead of a man?”
Bat a man bad fallen',- a9 meteors
do, into Durden Convent—and now
the blue-room was his. The doctor
came aud went, and Totri,- the coach
diari; was installed as nurse. The
house really seemed overrun with
men. The two ladies often remarked;
.19’ riHie’a t A each other. Peggy said
the same &intg. ,v
“But, then,” said Miss Durden,
“one ifattst be charitable ; and this
young start might have died if we
had act admitted him."'
-Tvs, Aunt/ said, Lavinia, “and
we should have felt exactly as though
we had murdered him.”
“And then the doctor was so firm,”
said Miss Durden. “I detest meii,
as you know, but the quality I ad
mire most in a man is firmness ; he
would have this young man here:”
“Oh; Tom says the doctor always
has his own way,” interrupted Peg
gy.
“Tom I Who is he ?” asked Miss
Durden.
“The doctor’s coachman, Mr.
Thoffias, please,- Miss,” replied Peg*
gy
“Say go in future; then,” said Miss
Durden.
“Yes, ma’am,” said Peggy.
But Miss Durden, having admitted
a patient to Durden Hail, Was
obliged to feed him, and she could
not leave all the dainty messes to
Peggy. Nor could she refuse to
speak to the invalid ; and shortly it
was but Christian charity to read
and talk a little to him. Upon this
Lavinia announced her intention of
sacrificing her feelings by assisting
Miss Darden. And now here was
the youngest of the recluses reading
poetry to a young gentleman.
Shortly another dreadful tiling
happened. Dr. Brightly actually
hinted to he asked to lunch. He waa
asked; Behold the chatelaine pour*
ing out tea fof* a man,- passing him
the pickled salmon, urging him to
taste lief preserves 1
At last one day the patient, still
quite' an interesting invalid, got
down Stairs, And four people sat in
the parlor. There was a piano and
music; and whuff that same interest*
ing patient begged for a 3ong, what
could Miss Durden do blit say :
“Yes; Lavinia, Sing something,
since Mr. Audley desires it;”
A few days after; the astonishment
of the neighborhood klieW ffO bounds.
A quartette Sang delightfully in the
parlor of Durden Convent.- Two
male voices—two female. What
was the world coming to? And out
in the hall two stood listening—Peg
gy and Tom—and they were very
close together.
That evening the patient; with
many warm expressions of gratitude,
took leaSve of Miss Durden.
“We ought to be very thankful it
is over, and our home our own again,”
said Miss Durden, as she locked up
for the ni£bt, with Lavinia and Peg-,
gy following her as candle-bearers ;
“but it seems a little—iwhat shall 1
say ?”
“A little lonesome, Vunt/’ said La
vinia.
“Awful lonesome, please, Miss,”
said Peggy. “It’s skittish to be
alone in a house with only women
folks.”
“I canT help JLjjinking someone
may be hidden up in the garret,”
said Miss Durden.
“Oh !” squealed Peggy, “might I
run for Tom—l mean Mr. Thomas ?”
“Nonsense !” said Miss Durden
“It shows how demoralizing men are.
We felt safe enough before all these
people came. We might all go up
in the garret together and see if it is
all right.”
They went, and came down all
helter-skelter, and pale With fright—
for a mouse had scampered up the
wall.
In the parlor Miss Durden read
family prayers, but after they were
over Peggy did not duck and retire
as usual. She lingered, measuring
her apron between her hands, and
evidently haying something on her
mind.
At last, being requested to Rpeak
out, she began to cry instead.
“I'm sorry to offend you, Miss/’
she said, “and it’s wrong of me I
know. But please, Miss* he made
me do it. lie’s got such a way witu
him, Miss. I—l’ve promised to mar
ry Tom—l mean to say Mr. Thomas,
tiie doctor’s coachman ”
“Ob,” said Miss Burden, “if you've
promised fu ro'arfy him, you might
as well ealF lifm Tom. I suppose it
car/’t make matters any worse.”
“No, Miss,” said Peggy.
“I liopfe you'll be happy, Peggy,”
added Miss Durden, “but marriage is
a lottery. 4 ’
“yes Miss, thank you,” said Peg
gy. “I thought you’d be much mad
der, if me, Miss.”
“I thought so myself,” said Miss
Durden.
“Auntie, darling,” said Lavinia, at
this moment, “since you forgive Peg
gy, perhaps I might as well Confess
now. I shall have to do it some time.
I—l’ve been as bad as Peggy. But
you know how it came about, and. of
course, someone had to read to him.
And one day I was reading Maude,
and he—oh, he began to say such
beautiful things. And he isu’t like
any other young man I ever saw
—and—well, Auntie, I’m engaged
to Mr, Audley!”
“I suspected as iriUcb,” said Aunt
Durden.
“She isn’t Very ifi’att yet,” said
Peggy-'
Suddenly Miss Darden began to
laugh. Moreover, she hid her face
in her pocket-handkerchief.
“No,” she said I’m not angry. I
have no right to be. I’ve been won
dering all day how I was to confess
something.- You’ve made it easy for
me. I—dear me,-can’t you guess ?
I'm engaged to the debtor. He has
such immense firmness—such a will.
Once he had all his mind orr it, it
was done.” ",.
So Durden Nunnery lost its name
and its mistress. As in the enchant
ed garden in the fairy tale, the en
trance of one man broke all its spells,
even though the gate was not opened
to him, and he only fell into it by ac
cidents— N. Y. Ledger:
A lady shys-that! the beautiful Vis
tas of her soul-life become blurred
wtiett she sends her husband to the
comer grocery with four bits for a
loaf of bread, and he comes back chew
ing cloves and tells how he generobs
l|y gave away this change to a pObr
blind man witll billy' oha bibd leg.
The Story of a Great Peril.
In the autumn of the year 1860,
business necessitated my leaving
Hong-Kong, whefe f had for some
years resided; ahd proceeding to
Swatow, one of the ports upon the
east coast of China, open for foreign
traffic. I arranged my affairs at that
place sooner than I expected ; and as
no steamer bound for the South was
in the harbor, or expected for some
days, I determined to proceed in the
Heather Bell; a bark-rigged sailing
vessel of about thi‘ce hundred tons
register.-
1 was well acquainted with her cap
tain, but what perhaps chiefly induced
me to take passage iu his. vessel was
the fact of his daughter being aboard.
Lottie Moore was a golden-haired,
blue-eyed dai'ling; upon whose fair
head some seventeen summers had
smiled.- Upon her mother’s demise,
site had quitted her home in England
to accompany her bereaved father in
his wanderings from climb to Clime.
The Heather Bell sailed from
Swatow just asday broke. On the
evening of the next day, a little be*
fore ten o’clock I was sitting with
Miss Moore in the saloon, admiring
some water-color sketches that young
lady had executed, when the * chief
mate entered.
“There’s a large junk coming right
toward us, sir. By the number of
sweeps she pulls, I reckon she carries
a considerable crew,” he said.
1 knew what he meant, and so did
the skipper, just as well as if he had
spoken all that was passing in his
mind; moreover, I appreciated his
motive for reticence, for if lie had
said plainly that he feared she was a
pirate, it would have alarmed the fair
girl, who, thoughtless of danger near,
was chatting so vivaciously with me.
Captain Moore ran upon decs ;
and when I heard him shortly after
ward tell the mate to Call all hands,
I also proceeded to the poop, arid
found him gazing intently through a
pair of binocular glasses at a Chinese
craft that was advancing, with furled
sails, in the dead calm, being pro
pelled by an array of oars that flashed
and glittered in the phosplioiesecnt
water,
“He’s an Ugly customer,- aml no
mistake. We shan’t have much of a
show if he attacks us, but I will let
him see that we are on the alert.
Perhaps we can manage to intimidate
him,” he said, as he stooped down
and commenced casting adrift the
lashings of a small cast-iron four
pounder that was only useful as a
signal-gull.
Directly this uoformtdable camion
was loaded with blank cartridge and
discharged, the junk altered bei'
coups’, and, passed, under our stern a
cor/siderable distance away. Captain
Moore, when he noticed this move
ment, was inclined to think that she
Was a mere trading junk.
At midnight I retired to my berth,
and had just sank in the sweet em
brace of sleep, when I was startled to
wakefulness by the boom of a heavy
gun, while the crash of falling spars,
mingling with its echoing thunder,
told me plainly that our vessel was
attacked, and that the first shot had
taken terrible effect upon her,
I grasped my revolver and rushed
through the saloon toward the eom
panionway, only halting for an in
stant near the mizzen mast to glean a
cutlass from the rack whieb surround
ed it, ere I ascended to tiie deck.
The scene that met hVy eyes on gain
ing it baffles all description. Tangled
cordage, rent sails and riven spars
lay in confused heaps around, and
from under £he chaotic ruins issued
deep groans of agony from' the wound
ed and dying, while myriads of
torches, aboard a huge junk that had
ranged alongside, shed across the sea
a weird, yellow glare, revealing only
too plainly the dread effects of Wanton
carnage.'
As the junk ran under our bows, a
multitude of fierce demons, powder
grimmed and insatiable m their lust
for blood, ciaihbered to o.ur deck,
and preesed their Way aft. The fallen
spars and multifarious impediments
effectually prevented any one passing
along tiie portside ; so Captain Moore,
three seamen niKl iriyself, the Obfy
survivors, rushed into the alley-way
to starboard of the deck-house, ami
there stood resolutely at bay.
Our murderous antagonists pos
sessed no fire arms, but eacli one car
ried a short, p#nderous native sword,
called apa keern ; these, however,
were of little avail against the winged
messengers of death our trusty re
volvers sent into the midst of the ad
vancing horde, until it became appa
rent to them and to us that our am
munition' was giving out.
■‘Find Lottie, Mr. Carter. We have
no chance: but, for heaven's sskc,-
save her from those mercilesft
wretches. I have my death-wound
now,” cried the skippei.
I sprang down the cabin stairway,
and found the fair girl kneeling at the
table, imploring succor from on high.
Her face was ghastly pale, and a tre
mor visibly convulsed her frame
wlieft she saw my blood-stained brOw.
“Are they subdued ? Where is my
fatliei 1 ?” she cried, as she sprang to
her feet’.
I caught lier in my arms, and bore
her bodily- on deck. It had been my
intention to place her in the captain’s
gig, that hung in the qu'after-davils,
and lower it into the sea ; but hardly
had we emerged from the companion
hatch, When, above the elasii of steel
and the groans of the wounded, I
heard ring out from three hundred
throats a word of dreadful import—
“SMngr t" (Victory!)—and knew
that iny brave comrades had been
beaten down—that the pirates held
undisputed possession of the vessel.
When in Swatow the ship’s jolly -
bbat, or dingy, had been injured ;
ami,'since our departure,-the earpen
ler had been employed repairing lifer
bottom,-as she lay inverted Oh the
pobp. F knew that I should not have
time to lower the gig when I heard
the war-cry change to a note of tri
umph ; and I instinctively felt that
our only chance of escaping death
lay in concealing ourselves beneath
the little dingy; as the cabin and hold
would be thoroughly searched for
plunder.
“Crawl under quickly. I will fol
low you,” I whispered In the ear of
the terrified git-1, as I raised the stern
of the light craft.
As if mechanically, she obeyed me;
then, with much difficulty, I managed
to creep under myself; and scarcely
had I re-lowered our frail tenement to
the deck, ere it was surrounded by a
horde of miscreants, who were vocif
erating loudly.
Even at this hour, I shudder when
I remember the agony of suspense I
endured during the ransacking of the
vessel.
At length it became obvious that
the pifates had accomplished their
wofk of plunder, for I heard one di
rect his satellites to set fire to the
ship, and hurry back to' their own
vessel.
Soon the sound of plashing oars
told me that the piratical craft was
speeding away from the hapless ves
sel she had destroyed ; so I cautious
ly uplifted the diqgy, and crept from
beneath her. A bright, glowing
flame, shooting skyward from the
fore-hatch, plainly indicated how
well the marauder chief’s mandate
had been obeyed, and told toe in
words of fire that I must immediately
bear Lottie from the Heather Bell,
aud trust to a less greedy element
for safety, i quickly lowered the
gig, but she sank on touching the
w-ater ; the pirates had staved in her
bottom. The increasing roar of the
grasping flames, that twined like
glittering serpents up the shrouds
and masts, inspired me with extra
energy. I uplifted the dingy, and;
when Lottie crawled Irom beneath
it; with her assistance bote it to the
taffraU.
“We have no tyire *o lower it; we
must launch it bodily,” I said catch
ing my darling in my arms. “Be not
afraid, dear love,” I cried, then
sprang with her into the seething
sea.
We sank deep beneath the briny
flood, hut I struck vigorously up
ward, and soon gained the surface.
Then, drawing the lovely girl’s head
upon my shoulder, I sWain rapidly
toward the drifting dingy. It was
on its keel and floating bouyantly; so
I clambered in, drew Lottie l after
me, and then sank, weak and pros
trate from over-exertion, in the stern
sheets. My fair companion raised
my head, and gently tended me until
I recovered my faculties—recovered
them just in time to see the pretty
Heather Bell sink, a holocaust, to her
grave in the coral depths.
Soon after, a vessel, which proved
to be the Lily, rescued tts from our
perilous position and carried us in
safety to Hong-Kong, in which city,
six months subsequently, I led to the
hymeneal altar the dear, bravo girl
who had shared my peril on that
eventful night.
NET HEiTmATCH.
Some time since, on one of the
Hudson river boats, a lady who had
attracted much attention for the mas
culine turn of her Planners and con
versation, was seated at the table
opposite a gentlomffn, who, in taking
some butter, in the absenqe of the
usual knife, used his own, which the
lady observing, called aloud to the
waitef:
“Wait-tn! bring another plato of
butter ;• that man (pointing to thfe
gentleman) had bis knife in this!”
The unfortunate wight almost sank
under the couKoiis gaze of the cotn
f any, hi ft, said nothing, determined
to watch Iris opportunity to’ return,
for the cruel mortification, cliarigA in
her own Coin. He waited but a mo
ment, ere a plate of dried beef whs
handed to the lady-, who uVieeremoni
ously took some in her fingers and
placed it upon her plate.
“Wait-ta!” exclaimed the gentle
man m-turn, “bring another plate of
beef; that woman has had her fin
gers in this 1”
A' most uhgallant roar from the
company fairly turned the tables
against the lady-, and she had the
good sense to acknowledge its desert,
and joined heartily in the mirth
created:
“M AY IT J'LE.fSH THE COURT.”
“May it please the court,” said a
Yankee lawyer before a Dutch .Judge
in New Yolk State, “this is a case of
greatest importance ; while the Amer
ican Eagle, whoBC sleepless eye watch
es the welfare of fills grer.6 arid glo
rious Republic, and whose wings ex
tend from flie Allegi.anics to the
Rocky Chain (if the West, rejoicing
in its pi-Mfe ahd place—’
“Slliopdare! sthop I say! Vat
has dnf suit to do mit the wild birds ;
it ish about von sheep!”
That is true, your honor, but my
client bis rights— ’
“Your gtient has no rights to the
eagle.”
“Ofcourse not; blit the laws of
language—”
“Vot care I for the laws of lan
guage, eh i I understand the laws of
the State .and dat ish enough for me.
Talk to'the case.”
“Well, then my cjicnt, the defen
dant, is charged with stealing a sheep,
and—
“ Dot vill do! Yonr glient is
charged mit stealing a sheep: Dot
is shunt nine shillings'. De court vill
adjourn.”
Only three soldiers are' left to
guard the barracks in Savurtuah.
NO. :&•
SOMETHING IN THE BED.
Judge Pitman lias a habit of slip
ping his wateh under his piiiow
when he goes to bed: The other
night somehow it slipped down, and
as the J odge was restless, it' grad
ually worked its way down wal’d to
ward the foot of the bed. After a
bif, while he was,-laying awake, his
foot touched it, and jt ielt very
cold, tie waJ surprised,' and seared/'
and jumping from bed, lie said :
“By gracious, Maria 1 there’s a
toad or snake or something under
the covers. I touched it with my
foot.”
Mrs. Pitman gave a loud scream;
and was out on the floor in an in
' slant.
“Now, don’t go to hollering and
wake up the neighbors,” said tiie
Judge. “You go atfd get me a
b'rooffl or something, and we’ll fix!
Hie tiling mighty quick.”
Mrs. Pitman got the broom and
gave it to tire Judge, with the re
mark that she felt as if snakes were
creeping all up and down her
back.
“O, nonsense,' Maria! Now you
turn down the covers slowly, while
I hold the broom and bang it. Put
a bucket of water along side the bed,
too, soV we can shove it in and
drown ’it. 1 ”
Airs. Pitman fixed the bucket and
gently removed the covers. The
Judge held the broom uplifted, and
as soon as the black ribbon of the
watch was revealed cracked away
three or four times with his broom,'
and pushed the thing o’ff into the
bucket. Then they took tiie bucket
to the fight to investigate the mat
ter.' When the Judge saw what it
was lie said :
“I might have knqwn that. Just
like you women, to go searching
and fuk&itrg about no?hfrig.' Who’s
going to pay me for that watch ?
It’s Utterly ruined.'”
“It Was you 1 that made the fuss,
not mo,” said Mrs. P.' “Yoit needn’t
try to put the blame off on me.”
“Oh, hush up and go to bed. I’m 1
tired of hearing your pluthcr. Blame
me if I ain’t going to get a divorce'
and emigrate.”
And tile Judge turned in and growled
at Maria until ho fell asleep. —•■ Max
Adlur:
A LITTIJ? TiOIJICV
“Father, do you remember that
mother asked you for tWo dollars’
this morning?”
“Yes, my Child, what of it?”
“Do you remember that, mother
didn’t get the twb-dullurs ?”
“Yes, and I remember what little
girls don’t think about.”
“What’s that, fatlief ?”
“I remember tbat we are not rich.
But you are in a brown study. What
is my darling thinking about.”
“1 am thinking how much a cigar
costs.”
“Why, it cost ten cents—not two'
dollars by a long shot.”
“But ten cents three times a day
is fhirty cents. 1 ”
“That’s true ns the multiplication
table.”
“And there are seven days in a
week.”
“That’s b- by my almanac.”
“And seven times thiity cents arc
two hundred and ten'cents.”
“M|rid on; I’ll surrender. Here
take the two dollars to'your mother,
and tell her f'll do Without cigars
for a WeCk.”
“Thank you', father; but if you
would only sny a year. It would
save more than a hundred dollars.—
We would have shoes and dresses,
and mother a nice bonnet, and lots
of things,”
“Well to make my little girl hap
py, I will say a year.”
“Oh, that will be so nice. Blit
wouldn’t it bfe about as easy to say
always ? Then wo would have the
money every year, and your lips
would be mu6h sweeter when yotf
kiss me.”
It is almost impossible to view the
rear of the stylish young man’s shiit
collar without thinking of the lmsi'-
ness revival that would take place if
our merchants could frtilize this white’
expanse for advertising purposes.
“Oil,' Liberty? what crimes are
Committed in thy n'amfe!” wailed a
man, as lie sat himself down in the
wood-shed, where his wife’had looked
him lip, and he heard her slam the
front door, as she went out to do her
marketing.
“Smblfing is a filthy, abominable'
practice. Tobacco! Why, sir, even
a hog won’t smoke !” exclaimed the
Rev: Dr. L\, witii great emphasis. —■
“Doctor,” said Ins amused listener,
“do you smoke ?” “1! No, sir, 4’re
plied the Doctor, with indignation.-
“Then pray, which is most like a hog,-
you or 1
An elderly darkey was inquiring
of a policeman if lie knew anything'
of his son fete. The policeman re
plied that there was a young darkey
in the lock-np for breaking up a
prayer-meeting with an axo handle/
“Dftt’S hint!” exclaimed the over
joyed parent. “He told me lie was
gwine to ’muse hissolf.”
We ought nCverto bblieve evil of
any one till we arc certain of it. We
ought not to say anything that is
rude and displeasing even in a joke ;
and we ought? never to carry Jokes
tob far.
An old bachelor geologist was
boasting that every rock was ns
familiar to him sis the Alphabet.' A
fady declared that she knew a lock
of which lie was Ignorant. “Name it
madam/’ said ho. “It’s rock the
.cradle, sir,” -vejiHed the lady.
Mr. Lee, a farmer .pf Walker conn--'
ty, Da., is--towiWing a stone fence
around his plantation. He h-.s fum*
hi ill's already wins* fluted/