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VOL. XI.
Profess lon til Di re dory.
ATTORNEYS AT LAW.
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ISAAC’ L. TOOLE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Vienna, Oa.
Will practice in the counties of Hous
ton, Dooly, Pulaski, Macon, Sumter and
Worth. Also iu tbc 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
oTo. HOUSE,
ATTORNEY AT LA W,
Ilawkinsville, Ga.
The Criminal Practice, a specialty.
January 4,1877. jan4 ly
WOOTEN & BUSBEE,
ATTORNEYS A T L A W,
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.
Prompt attention given to all business
entrusted to my care. mar 23 Cm
EDWIN MARTIN,
ATTORNEY AT LA W,
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. aprla tf
ROLLIN A. STANLEY,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Dublin, Georgia.
Will practice in all the counties of the
Oconee Circuit. From long expeiience
in the Criminal Practice, much of his
time will be specially devoted to that
branch of his profession. t'eb‘l4 tf
JACOB WATSON,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Ilawkinsville, 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*
LUTIIER 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 an y
real estate, or pay the taxes upon the
same in the counties of Dodge, Laurens,
Wilcox, Telfair and Appling. Office in
the Court House. aprls tf
J. H. WOODWARD,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
A’ienna, Ga.
WILL practice in the Superior Courts
in (tie counties of Dooly, Worth,
Wilcox, Pulassi and Houston, and by
special contract in other courts. Prompt
attention given to all collections.
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T. C. ItYAN. J. B. MITCHELL.
RYAN & MITCHELL,
ATT ORKEYS AT LA W
AND BEAL ESTATE AGENTS,
Ilawkinsville, Ga.
"VH7ILL practice in the counties com
V T prising the Oconee Circuit, and in
the Circuit and District Courts of the
United Stales lor the Southern District of
Georgia. feblltf
M. DENTON,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
I 'JRACTICEB in the Brunswick Circuit
I. and elsewhere by special contract.
Office at residence, Coffee county, Oa. P.
O. address, Hazlehurst, M. & B. R. R.,
Georgia. leb4tt
W. IRA BROWN,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Vienna, Ga.
yPRACTICES in the Superior Courts of
A Oconee Circuit, and elsewhere in the
State by special contract. Collections
and other business promptly attended
to 8-13-ly
JOHN H. MARTIN,
ATTORNEY AT LAW
AND BEAL ESTATE AGENTS,
Hawkinsville, Ga.
IJIIACTICES in the Courts of Pulaski,
Houston. Dooly, Wliocx, Irwin,
" Telfair, Dodge and Laurens. may-tt
CHARLES C. IvIBBEE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Ilawkinsville, Ga.
WILL piactice in the Circuß 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. June 291 y
JOHN F. DELACY,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
EASTMAN, GA.
Will praciice 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 oil business
entrusted to his care. junl7 tf
JOHN F. LEWIS. D. B. LEOXAKD
It. O. LEWIS.
LEWIS, LEONARD & CO.,
Bankers and Brokers,
HAWKINSVILLE, - - - GA
Buy and sell Exchange, Bonds, Stocks,
Gold and Sliver, and attenu promptly to
all collections left with us.
Will also make loans on good scent ities.
aprs ly
Singer Machine Needles and Sew
ing Machine Oil for sale by
J. B. Kino.
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HAWKINSVILLE DISPATCH.
BATES OF SUBSCRIPTION.
The Hawkinsville Dispatch will
be 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 bo
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.
Why is a newspaper like a tooth
brush ? Because every one should
have one of his own, and not be bor
rowing bis neighbor’s.
A young married woman mended
her husband’s coat. She sewed the
tail pockets up all nice, and tight—
thought they were holes.
The Valdosta Times says several
naval stores manufacturers from
North Carolina are looking through
Southern Georgia to select new tur
pentine farms.
Those who bought stock in the
Philadelphia Centennial show will
get back only $1.75 on each share
costing $lO.
A Chicago man has married three
sisters, and all are living. He took
them in the order of their ages, lived
with each about a year, and then ob
tained a divorce. There are throe
more sisters left.
There are one hundred and twen
ty-one Smiths in Augusta, of whom
ten answer when anybody says,
“Have a drink, John ?” There are
also seventy-six Browns, ninety-nine
Johnsons and ninety Joneses. Also
one hundred and forty-,one grocery
stores.
An exchange says the lessees of
the Western and Atlantic Railroad
have paid into the treasury of Geor
gia, for the six and a half y’ears they
have had control of the road, about
two million dollars.
Mr. Thomas Helton and Rebecca,
his wife, living on the line between
Gwinnett and Jackson sountics, arc
aged, respectively, ninety-two and
ninety-one and a half years—the
wife being the youngest by six
months. They have twelve children,
and have lived together seventy
veai s.
We are, in common with most of
our Georgia contemporaries, in favor
of the new constitution, because it
represents the twin ideas of good
government, economy and reform.
The Convention cost the people
about fifty thousand dollars, and the
new constitution, if ratified, will save
the people over two hundred thou
sand dollars per annum Savannah
News.
A few days ago a gentleman and
his wife, living near Hartwell, Elbert
county, left home to visit a neighbor,
leaving three of their children on the
premises. While the parents were
absent the children got hold of a jug
of new peach brandy, and it is sup
posed drank of the liquor freely, as,
when the father and mother returned,
one of the children had lockjaw, from
which it died, and the other two were
considered in a dangerous condition.
Dead dogs are sold in San Fran
cisco for forty cents apiece. The
skins are made into gloves, the hair
is used in plaster, the bones are
ground for clarifying sugar, and the
fat is manufactured into oil. Every
part of the animal appears to be
utilized except its bark, and this it
seems to us, in the hands of a Yan
kee, might be saved and placed in
the front yard to frighten off
tramps and lightning rod agents.
Asa Detroit man was digging in
his garden his wife appeared at the
door and shouted : “Come, you old
fraud, come to dinner!” As he did
not come she opened the door pretty
soon and yelled: “Hain’t you coming
to dinner, you blasted”—she saw a
neighbor in the garden along with
her husband and finished—“old dar
ling, you!”
A *blne pigeon wish reddegs light
ed on a steam tug July 29th, about
eight miles from Seahatn harbor,
England. Attached to its leg was a
piece of paper signed “William Sto
ker, Quebec. Sent up at 12.15
o’clock.” The bird appeared to be
very tired and hungry, and is sup
posed to have crossed the Atlantic.
An old farmer, on being asked why
a peacock that was strutting through
the yard was like a figure nine,
couldn’t see the resemblance; but
light broke in on him when he was
told that it was nothing without its
tail.
A Wisconsin constable levied on
“the undivided half’ of a gray mule,
lie wasn’t particular which end he
took, and it was thirteen days before
he opened ltis eyes and recognized
bis wife.
HAWKINSVILLE, GA.. THURSDAY MORNING, SEPTEMBER 13, 1877.
Marrying a Pretty Face.
BY MARY E. BRYAN.
From the Sunny South.]
Paul Layton was a young merchant
of Bourneville—handsome, intelligent,
doing a steady business in a modest
way, and of such economical habits,
that out of his small income ho had
saved enough to buy a lot in a pleas
ant part ot the town, and to begin
the building of a neat little cottage,
for which lie was to pay in install
ments. As soon as it was finished,
he intended giving it a mistress in
the person of Lily Floyd, a girl whom
he had known and loved from a child,
who in a sweet country home had
grown to a pure and useful woman
hood—as lair and graceful as the
flowers she tended. Paul knew her
worth and was loyal to her in heart,
until one night at a ball, when ex
cited by wine and dancing, his glance
met the bold, black eyes that proved
his undoing. They belonged to a
new girl in town—a visitor to a fami
ly with whom Paul was but slightly
acquainted—though the lady head of
it, a gay, dashing matron, had shown
a partiality for his society. This
night she beckoned him to her side
and introduced her cousin, Miss Bes
sie Wilde, with an intimation that
she expected him to assist in making
the young lady’s visit to town an
agreeable one.
Miss Bessie was a brunette, with
the red cheeks, plump arras and
shoulders, bright eyes and abundant
hair that constitute a very common
order of beauty ; but she had also the
flattering, love-making manners that
entangle a young man before lie is
aware of it. She was profuse in her
smiles to Paul, and though his fine
sense of modesty found fault with
her bold, dashing style, he went away
with his senses enthralled by her ca
ressing ways, languishing looks, mer
ry laugh and gay temper, and he
readily kept his promise to see her
again very soon.
The succeeding days found him a
constant visitor at Mrs. Compton’s.
He had no idea of playing lover, but
lie was insensibly drawn into it by
the alluring ways of the voluptuous
beauty. She brought her whole bat
tery of attractions—pink cheeks,
white teeth, crimps, curls, love songs
and flatteries-—to bear upon his ex
perienced heart, unused to feminine
wiles. So charming was she at his.
visits, blooming out in white muslin
and pink ribbons, playing croquet in
a coquettish costume, laughing with
the cherriest lips and pearliest teeth
in the world, or waltzing with his
arm around her plump waist to Mrs.
Compton's rather out of tune per
formance, how was he to know that
behind the curtain she was a slattern,
a glutton, a girl coarse-grained in
morals as in skin, boasting how
she had “hooked" him to her crony,
Mrs. Compton, in their nightly tete
a-tetes, n hen they sat and tossed off
their beer and discussed ham sand
witches and pickle while “comparing
notes” of conquest; for the frivolous
cousin indulged in fast flirtations,
married though she was ? How
should he know that Bessie had made
a bet with her cousin to “bring him
to taw” on a certain night; aud that,
to achieve her purpose, she pretend
ed that she was going away, and
sighed and languished, and' plied
Him with sherry, and leaned on his
arm so confidingly in the promenade,
that he lost his reason and suffered
the proposal she had fished for so in
dustriously to escape his lips, when
it was at once accepted and ratified
with kisses ?
He hardly remembered the night’s
madness next morning when he woke
with throbbing temples, but an af
fectionate note from his charmer soon
recalled it to mind. He made one
effort to bteak the toils, but it was
futile, and it ended in his writing a
farewell letter to noble Lily, whom
his soul loved, and taking to his arms
this black-eyed syren, who had
charmed his senses only.
Pretty soon the disenchanting pro
cess begun. The coarse charms, no
longer enhanced by dress and circum
stance, ceased to attract, the good
humor was seen to be superficial, the
liveliness showed itself a disguise
for ignorance, and the pretty, naive
ways were artful affectations.
Paul’s refined feelings recoiled from
this gross, uncultured companion,
and too late he rued being taken in
by a face of flesh and blood beauty.
Thoughts of Lily and his conduct to
her bred a gnawing remorse that
added to his unhappiness. Still, he
was never unkind to the woman he
had married, and at length a little
child came to soothe the wound of
disappointment. But his heart had
lost its spring of hope. He no long
er gave his business the attention it
needed. His wife was indolent and
extravagant. Like most slatterns, she
was inordinately fond of finery, and
bought costly articles of dress only
to spoil and throw them aside. Waste
and disorder prevailed in the home.
Lily would have made such an abode
of peace and beauty. Bessie was a
gourmande, as has been intimated—
inordinately fond of eating and drink
ing. This last propensity hastened
their ruin. Wine, beer, and at last
whisky, were the stimulants in which
she indulged her gross appetite—se
cretly at first, but after a while all
shame vanished.
Paul’s mortification and misery
reacted into apathetic despair. He
lost all heart for business, and neg
lected it until at length his shop and
bis home were sold to satisfy his
creditors. Then he took the woman
who was his wife, and the children
that had been born to her, and moved
to another town—away from those
who had known him in happier days.
Having no trade or profession, be
! took up—as a means of keeping the
! wolf from the door—’he bumble busi
ness of basket making. No shame
or misfortune could sting the
low, selfish woman into repentance
and reclamstfon. She still procured
liquor; she would have it. If she did
not succeed in begging or stealing
money to buy it from her wretched
husband, she would sell his and her
own clothes, the little household
relics of better days ; even the corals
that her babies had worn. A blear
eyed, bloated creature with the tem
per of a fiend, and the lungs of a
hyena, all trace of beauty lost in
grossness and the lines of evil pas
sion ; she filled the house with discord
from dawn till dusk, except when
she lay snoring in the stupor of in
toxication.
The two children dodged and shyed
about like frightened mice iu her
presence, and ran away and took
refuge in their father’s shop. They
were a great solace to the broken
hearted man. He feared their moth
er’s cruelty, and kept them with him
all day in his little shop. He mende.l
their ragged clothes as best he could,
he made tWfem homely toys, and
cheered himself witli their prattle.
When they fell asleep on his pile of
willow twigs, he would stop from his
work to drop a kiss and a tear on
the little faces.
One day, Wilbur, the boy, was
called from the shop, where he was at
play with his sister, by the shrill
voice of his mother. A few momeuts
after, he staggered back into the
room, with the blood streaming from
a deep gash in his forehead. He just
reached his father’s arms and fainted
away. Cold water, dashed in his
face, restored him, but when lie heard
at the door the angry voice of his
mother, he clung, convulsively to
Paul’s neck, and panted :
“She’ll kill me! slu’ll kill me!”
Paul turned and faced the woman.
“Stank back !” he cried, with fire
in his eye ; and when half-brought to
her senses by the scorching sternness
of his look, she stopped in her
onslaught and dropped back a step,
he caught up little scared, whimper
ing Lily, whose arms were stretched
out to him, and with both children
in his clasp, stepped out into the
street, determined that the little ones
should never he exposed to this
brutish passion, this evil influence
again. Where to take them, he did
not know. He wandered out of the
town into the green lanes of the
country. They rested in his arms
when they tired of trotting at his
side, and picking the berries that
grew by fhe road. They prattled of
the birds and flowers, unconscious of
the despair in their father’s heart.
“Better if we should all die togeth
er,” thought the gloomy man, when
at length they came lo a river, and
leaning over the railing of the bridge,
he looked down into the dark water
below".
The rattle of wheels drew his at
tention—he turned around. Had
Heaven sent an angel to him at this
crisis of his fate ? There, in the
plain, dust-covered carriage sat Lily
Floyd, looking at his haggard, tear
stained face with wondering sympa
thy. She had heard enough of his
married life to make her guess the
meaning cf the scent. She spoke to
him. She stopped the carrriago, got
out; saw that he was too full to speak
to her, so she patted the heads of the
children, chatted with them and gave
them cakes from her traveling lunch
basket. Then she turned to the man
she had loved so, and looking inttf
his face with her kind, earnest eyes,
said :
“My friend, tell me; can I help
you in any way ?”
In a few words he told her the sor
rowful story. She thought a moment,
looking down into the deep waters,
full of the shadows of clouds. Then
laying her hand on his :
“Give the children to me,” she
said. “My mother is dead; there are
none at home but father and I, and
the house is lonely. I will care for
them as if 1 had been their mother.
Will you let me keep them for a
while, at least ?
He pressed her hand in silence,
tears running down his cheeks.
“You are indeed an angel,” he said
at last. “Heaven sent you to me just
now.”
But few more words were spoken.
He kissed the children, put them be
side her in the carriage, shook hands
with her and saw them drive away,
returning to Lily’s home, which she
had left on a visit to an old school
mate. Saw them drive away, leaving
him standing on the bridge, not quite
so miserable as before, for she had
spoken words that kindled within
him a deeper sense of duty, nobler
incentives to live and to work.
He did not go back to the place he
had left, ne made his way to a
larger town, where a letter from Lily
to her uncle, a merchant there, pro
cured him a situation. Half of his
earnings he sect every month to his
wife—mostly in provisions and cloth
ing, fearing she would spend the
money for drink. As soon as he
could he hired a stout, good-tem
pered, elderly woman, and sent her
to slay with his wife and take care
of her, for her bad habits did not
cease.
This went on for two years ; then
he received a dispatch ; his wife was
ill. He went to her at once. Ex
cesses had done their work. Her
constitution was utterly wrecked;
she would never rise from her bed
But she lingered for weeks in con
stant pain and restlessness, blasphem
ing, abusing all who came near her,
gulping the licry ruin almost to the
last. It was a terrible sick-bed—
Nurses and charitable neighbors
turned from it in horror at length,
and Paul was left to minister alone.
Faithfully be nursed her till the end
came—not as he had feared, but
solemnly, almost peacefully. A
gleam cf better feeling visited her
soul at the last, and she died praying,
asking her husband to forgive her,
and sending love and good-bye to
her little ones.
tv ’wm> slip Lurk ’ the- strain
upon Paul’s strength and feelings
revenged itself in a fierce attack of
fever.
“What shall I do?” he thought
despairingly, when he felt himself
growing ill and knew that he had
spent all his savings for his wife’s
illness and burial, and must depend
on charity while he lay helpless
But when his senses returned, after
long wandei ing, he saw Lily’s face
bending over him, and felt that all
was well. As soon as he was able
to be moved, she took him to her
country home, where he could have
fresh air aud quiet, and the loving
faces of his children. They were so
improved ho hardly knew them—so
neat, bright, frank aud thoughtful;
their childish willfulness yielding in
a moment to Lily’s kind, firm rule,
she had fulfilled her promise : She
had reared for them as if she had
bebirTtieir mother. She became one
to them in name not many months
after, when she gave her hand to her
early love, broken though he w r as in
fortunes and subdued in spirit by the
trials that made him all the dearer to
her true womanly heart.
VOTE ON THE CONSTITUTION.
The Telegraph and Messenger
says: “We hope to see, this time, a
a full vote cn the proposed constitu
tion—such a vote as becomes an in
telligent people, impressed with the
importance of the question. Those
whose juddment favors the constitu
tion should come out and sustain it
to the last man, and those who disap
prove of the change should vote
against it. Every thinking mail
should gain and exercise an opinion
and an election oil this important
question, which far transcends in
moment any mere election of officials.
There is no reasonable comparison to
be made upon the relative impoitanee
of a vote to establish a general or
ganic law, which is to eudure per
haps for generations, and an election
for Governor, or members of Con
gress, or State legislators, who are
to hold office under constitutional
and legal limitations for two years.
This occasion should draw out the
fullest vote and the freest and most
careful discussion.”
DEATH FROM STARVATION.
The Dalton Enterprise publishes
the following .-
A Mrs. Robertson, living in the
suburbs of Dalton, died about a
week ago fiom starvation. When
found with her child in an old house,
she was so far gone that nourishment
tailed to keep her alive. She had
previously been released by the coun
ty authorities, upon whom no blame
can be attached. Had she applied
again she would have been relieved.
Her,child, which was .almost', famished
was relieved by Col. Jesse Glenn, at
whose house it is now loving. This
is a very distressing case. The wo
man was about forty-livo years old.
She suffered with no disease, as far
as we could learn.
A STRANGE COINCIDENCE.
The La Grange Reporter of the
30th ult. relates the following:
Some time last week Mrs. Sorivcn,
of LaGrange, who is now in Tennes
see, dreamed that her grandchild, a
child of Mr. D. A. Dansby, was dead.
Going to sleep again, she had the
same dream, and had it four times
that night. Night before last, the
little child suddenly became ill, and
though medical aid was summoned,
the child, to all appearance, died.
Animation was suspended, and so
far as any one could tell, life was
extinct. In four or five minutes, the
child revived. In a minute or two
the same thing was repeated, the
moribund condition lasted the same
length of time, and this occurred
four times! Of course, the dream
had nothing to do with the illness
and suffering of the child, hut the
two things form a strange coinci
dence. The little sufferer is still
alive, but it is quite ill.
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MIRACULOUS ESCAPE.
A Little Girl Falls into a Well Sixty
five Feet Deep, and Is Rescued.
The Gainesville Eagle has the fol
lowing :
Mr. I. M. Cole writes us from Bu
ford, 27th, that on the 26th, a little
daughter of Mr. J. R. Hendrix, who
resides in the southwest part of
Gwinnett, fell into a well sixty-five
feet deep. Mr. Hendrix was return
ing from church, and was within
about one hundred yards of the
house, and hearing the screams of
his nife, hurried forward. Being in
formed that his child was in the
well, he descended instantly. Reach
ing the water, he called ‘Mollie,’ and
to his heart’s great relief received
the answer ‘Here I am, papa.’
Though the water was three feet
deep, and the child had been there
long enough to have drowned, yet
she was miraculously saved, and re
stored to the arms of its frantic
mother, with only slight bruises.
A PIG WITH A HUMAN HEAD.
Dyersburg, Tenn., is excited over
the birth of a pig with a humam
head. The pig was born on the 7th
ult. It has a perfect human face
and head, the rest of its formation
being that of any other pig. It has
red hair on its head ; its teeth, month
and eyes are strangely human ; while
one ear is that of a hog, the other is
that of a little child. This new and
strange production is the wonder of
the neighborhood. Dr. Duffle, the
druggist at Friendship, has pre
served it in alcohol and hundreds are
flocking to see it daily.— Memphis
Ledger.
Newluiryport, Mass., has 13,000
more women than men. It is a small
place, “and,” says the New York
Sun, “a wedding there creates al
most as much sadness as a funeral.”
For his Sake.
When the Flying Scud discharged
her cargo and passengers at the Lon
don Dock, there landed among them
a gentleman who had been absent
from England nine years. All the
while he had passed under the burn
ing sun of India. He had suffered
as soldiers do. He had fought as
soldiers fight. He had met the
soldier’s fate of scars aud wounds,
and one of them had invalided him
home to England.
It was the first time he trod her
shores for nine years, as we have
said, and for the first time in any
year he was going to see his son, the
little boy born after he left home,
and whose birth had been his moth
er’s death.
Penryn had only been
marrieJW year when he was ordered
abroad with his regiment. Six
months from that day a letter had
reached him, telling him his wife was
dead. The letter was written by an
old nurse, the only friend who had
been with her. It ended thus :
“The baby, as fine a child as I ever
saw, is thriving. I’ve done my best
for it. Its mother’s last wish was I
should keep it, and perhaps, sir, as
someone must, you’d as leave I as
any other. I shan’t he unreasonable
in my charges, and I’m very fond of
him alrcadi".
“With my duty to you in this
dreadful trouble, your servant,
Ann Golden.”
The poor broken-hearted mail al
most sank under the awful news.
He had loved his wife passionately,
and when the baby was old enough
to travel she would have come to
him in India braving its terrible cli
mate and the life of a soldier’s wife
abroad, because they could not live
apart. Now he did not want a little
baby on his hands, arid he wrote to
Alin as soon as lie could command
himself to do so, appointing her his
nurse.
Every quarter since that time he
had sent money to her for the child’s
board and clothes. A receipt was
always returned with “her duty, and
the young gentleman was doing
well,” and this was all he knew of
Ellen’s boy—the child of a love
that had been as strong as it was
tender.
Now that his foot was upon Eng-,
laud’s shores again, and the meeting
was very near, Captain Penryn felt
new tin-ills of father-love through
his soldier’s heart, and longed for
his boj"’s presence.
“He would take him to himself he
said. “They would live together,
sharing each others jo3 sand sor
rows. He would make a man of the
boy—not a soldier, for lie knew the
trial of a soldier’s life too well ; but
something very honorable and cred
itable. lie should be proud of him,
and he hoped—ah how he hoped—
that Ellen’s child would have Ellen’s
face.”
“My beautiful girl,” he said to
himself, with the tears standing in
his eyes, “how little l thought of this
hour when I kissed her good-by!”
And then his heart grow even
warmer to the pledge of their mutual
love.
He had the address that Mrs.
Golden had given him in his pocket.
He glanced at it now to refresh his
memory as to the number. A plain
respectable street in one of London’s
suburbs ; lie remembered it well.
‘•But my boy shall sec better
tilings, now that I am here,” he said
to himself. “I am not rich, but I
can deny myself many things to
make him happy. Will he love me,
I wonder ?”
Then lie thought how his own
heart had been won by toys and
sweetmeats, and coming to a shop
where the former were sold, paused
before the gay window, and began
to make a mental choice between a
red and gilt stagecoach and horses
and a train of bright blue carriages.
He had discharged both for a box of
scarlet-coated soldiers, when sudden
ly he felt a tug at his coat tail, and
turning round, he found a grimy lit
tle hand in, half out, of his pocket.
He caught it at once, with his hand
kerchief in it, and gripped it tight.
He was a soldier, and to a soldier
the keeping of law and rule is a great
thing. To give the little thief to a
policeman, and appear against him
next day, was his first thought; but
as the creature stood there, shaking,
and whining, the fact of his diminu
tive size struck the Captain forcibly.
He perceived his youth, which was
extreme and he saw that, besides
being young and small, and wan, and
dirty, and ragged, he was deformed.
His queer little shoulders were
heaped up to his ears, and his hands
were like talons, so long and bony
were they. The Captain held the
wrist of this mannikin firmly still,
but not angrily.
“What did you mean by that, sir ?”
he growled, slowly stooping down to
look into the boy’s eyes.
“I’m to hook it,” said the boy
with perfect candor. “Oh, please let
me be! Oh, please let me go! Oh,
please sir, I won’t do it no more—
never oh please!”
“I’ve a mind to have you sent to
goal,” said the Captain.
“No, please, sir I” said the waif.
“Please, sir!”
“Who taught 3'ou to steal ?” asked
the Captain.
The boy made no answer. Grimy
tears were pouring from his eyes.
“Answer me,” said the Captaim
“If I don’t steal, I don’t get no
victuals,” said the boy, “and my
stomach is as holler—feel it, mister—
it's as holler as a drum! She’s been
a beggin’ to-day, and well have stew.
I won t have none, if 1 don’t fetch
nothin.’ Oh—”
“Who is she ?” asked the Captain.
“My mother,” said the boy.
“I’ve been hungry myself,” said
the Captain, thinking of a certain In
dian prison experience. “It isn’t
pleasant.”
Then he thought of his own boy.
“God knows I ought to be tender
to the little ones, for the sake of
Nellie’s child,” he said softly; then
aloud—“ Laddie, I'll not send you to
prison.”
“Thankee sir,” said the urchin.
“And I’ll give you a breakfast,”
said the Captain.
“The dirty elf executed a sort of
joyous war dance.
“Do you know why I forgive you ?”
said the Captain.
The child shook his head.
“i have a little boy,” said the
Captain, “lie’s very different from
you poor child ! He would not steal
anything. Ho washes himself. My
lad, you must wash yourself as soon
as you find water. But I couldn’t
think of his being hungry; and for
liis sake I can’t bear to see other lit
tle fellows hungry. It’s for his sake
that I don’t call a constable and tell
him all about it. Remember that,
and try to be like—like my little
fellow, poor laddie, clean and good.
Don’t steal; try to get work. Will
you promise ?”
The waif said “yes sir,” of course.
Then the Captain led him to a
cheap eating house and watched him
eat until his little stomach was no
longer “holler.”
“You little wretch I” he thought,
as he looked at him. “If I could
see my boy and him together now,
what a contrast!”
And he fancied his boy round aud
white and pink, and fair of hair, like
his poor lost Ellen, and I know he
said that he would pity this poor fel
low and be kind to him.
The meal was over. The Captain
paid for it, and then drew the boy
between his knees and lectured him.
To be good was to be happy. Honesty
was the best policy. Cleanliness
came next to godliness. These were
the heads of his discourse.
Then he gave him half a crown,
and bade him go and be good and
clean.
And the boy was off like a flash.
“Thousands just such as he in this
great citysighed the good Cap
tain, and lie walked along. “All,
me I”
Then he went in search of Mrs.
Ann Golden and his own fair dar
ling.
But Mrs. Golden was not so easi
ly found as he had hoped. There
was a little shop in the house he had
been directed to, and the keeper
• hereof said that she had bought it of
Ann Golden; “but I haven’t seen
her since” she said ; “only there’s a
bit of card with her number on it—
that is, if I can find it.”
After a search, she did find it;
and the Captain, thanking her, hur
ried away; hut another disappoint
ment awaited him.
Mrs. Golden had not lived in this
second place for years. She
had moved into Clumber Ilow, but
what number no one could remem
ber.
At Clumber Kow, whither the
Captain drove in a cab, a woman
owned to having had her for a lodg
er.
“She had a child staying with her,
to,” she said. “Little Ned she
called him ; but, to tell the truth, site
drank so tiiat 1 turned iter out. I
couldn’t abide such doings. She
went to Fossil Lane, No. 9.”
To Fossel Lane the Captain went.
It was a filthy' place, and there was a
drunken women at No. 9, who was
not, Ann Golden, and who threw a
piece of wood at him for asking for
that Indy. And now every clue was
lost, and the Captain nearly beside
himself for anxiety, applied to the
authorities for help ; and after many
days of great unhappiness, he heard
of an Ann Golden who lived in a
quarter of London so low and dan
gerous that all decent people shunned
it.
“No wonder,” the Captain thought,
“if she lived there, that she should
have had iiis remittances sent to the
postoflice, and left him to believe
that his child was still in the decent
home to which she had at first taken
him.”
Almost ill with excitement, the
poor Captain drove, witli a police
man as protector, into the maze of
hideous lanes and courts that led to
Ann Golden’s dwelling, and follow
ing his conductor, dropped into a
filthy cellar, where, amid the horri
ble leakage of drain pipes, and al
most in utter darkness, sat an old
woman with a bottle beside her, who
started up when the Captain and his
guard entered; and cried : “What
now? What’s the perliee here for?
Is it one of the boys again ?”
And, altered as she was with years
and -drink, the Captain knew his
wife’s old nurse, Ann Golden. He
gave a cry of rage, and darted to
wards her.
“My boy 1” he cried.
And she screamed, “It’s the Cap
tain 1”
“Is my boy living ?” he asked.
“Yes,” said the woman, shaking
all over; “he’s alive and well."
“How dare you keep him here?”
cried the Captain.
“How can I help being poor?”
whined the woman. “I couldn’t give
up the bit you pay for him. I’m
very old ; I’m very ill. Do not be
hard on me.”
“Good Heavens!” said the Cap
tain. “My Ellen’s baby in a place
like this ?”
He dropped his head on his hands
then he lifted H and clasped them.
I’ll have him away from here now !”
he gasped. “It’s over, and he’s
young and will forget it? Where is
he ? Have you Med ? Is he dead ?”
“No l , no,” said the old woman.
He’ll be here soon. I hear him now.
That is him. He’ll he hero in a min
ute. Don’t kill a poor old body,
Captain—don’t.
“I conld do it,” cried the Captain.
“Listen! There is someone coming.
My child ! My child
NO. 37,
The door opened slowly, a head
peeped in low down, then drew back.
“Come in,” piped the old woman.
“The perliee ain’t arter you—least
way for harm. Captain, that’s him—
your boy Ned.”
And as the Captaiu stood with
outstretched arms there crept in at
the door—who? what?. The wall
deformed and dirty creature who
had picked his pocket—whom he
had fed for the sake of hi s beautiful
dream-child—the wretched waif, for
gotten utterly in the last few days of
his anxiety.
“ that’s him croaked the old erone
again. “That’s your boy—that’s
Ned.”
The Captain grve a cry; he sank
down on an old box close at hand,
and hid his face and wept. Itis sobs
shook him terribly; they almost
shook the building. They frightened
the old woman, and set the police
man lo rubbing bis cyos witli his
culls. The boy stood and stated for
a moment and then vanished.
And what was the wretched fath
er thinking 1 So many thoughts,
that there are no words for them ;
but, first of all, this horrible one—
that vile little object, that wretched
child of the streets, was the darling
for whom he had searched so long.
“Better 1 had never found him,”
moaned the Captain, “or found him
dead!”
And just then a little hand crept
over his knee. The thrill of hair
was against his hand, and a piping
voice said meekly, “Please, I’m
clean now. I’ve washed myself.”
The Captain’s swollen eyes un
closed. They turned upon the child.
Some queer knowledge of his fath
er's toolings had crept into his mind,
and he had tried to clean his face
A round white spot appeared amidst
the grime, and cut of it shone two
beautiful eyes, that looked wistfully
up into the Captain’s.
Allot a sudden, a flood of such
pitiful tenderness as he had never
felt before, swept over Captain Pen
ryn’s heart. And the grief, and
shame, and wounded pride left it,
to come back no more.
“Ellen’s eyes,” ho shouted ; “El
len’s boy 1” and took his sou to his
heart. “For his sake,” he said soft
ly, as though he stood hy the grave
of the beautiful child ho had just
buried—“for his sake and Ellen’s!”
And then he led the child with
him.
SHOT AT IMS SISTEB.
The Columbus Enquirer has the
following:
Friday night, about ] l o’clock,
Mr. Bert Cook shot, with a pistol, at
his sister, Miss Maggie, and came in
a hair’s breadth of killing her. The
young lady had been out with Mr.
George Folsome, of Albany, On, to
an entertainment at the residence of
Mr. Raibun Hood. Mrs. Cook had
placed a chair against her door, wh'ch
atm left unlocked, that her daughter
might find easy entrance on return
ing. The young lady (Miss Maggie)
accordingly pushed the door open,
thereby causing the chair to fall upon
the floor aud awoke her brother, who
arose from his bed in a dark room
and fired, the ball taking effect in the
door facing just above her head.
Mr. Cook asked “who’s there” ns his
sister entered the room, but she, not
having heard him, gave no answer
and the shot was immediately fired.
A SAI) KTOBY.
A I July’s Life Saved hy a (laf.
The Suffolk (Ya.) Herald contains
the following item: A few days
ago we had related to us an incident
which is so inviting to public sympa
thy, that we deem it appropiate to
recur to it in our columns. Some
time ago the wife of Mr. Alfred
Davis (who was drowned with his
two sons last Friday, evening in
Nansemond river) was confined to
her room with protracted sickness,
and such was the poverty of the poor
man that lie was unable to procure
the necessary nourishment for her ;
indeed, as Mr. Davis related the case,
the wants of his family must have
been of the severest and most trying
nature, the family subsisting for
several weeks on potatoes and salt
alone.
During the sad indisposition of
Mrs. Davis and her pressing want
for delicate food, a common house
cat went into the field and caught a
young hare and brought it to the
house. Mr. Davis took the hare and
made it into soup for his suffering wife
which caused a rapid improvement
in her condition. The day following
the same cat again set out on its
mission of charity, and succeeded in
catching a partridge, which was like
wise brought to the house and deliv
ered as was the hare ; and thus it
was, through the instrumentality of
this cat, the life of this unfortunate
lady was saved from absolute starva
tion. The facts of the above can be
subtantiated as conect and arc given
ns related by Mr. Davis in person.
A Hurlington preacher, discours
ing about Peter and Paul, remarked
a few days since that they were a
“good pair.” Without opening his
eyes, the deacon in the first pev, re
marked : “Take the pot; ace high's
all I’ve got.”
“I tell you, sir,” said Dr one
morning to a village apothecary, “I
tell you, sir, the vox populi should
dot, must not, be disregarded.”—
“What, doctor I” exclaimed the'
apothecary, rubbing his hands, ‘you
don’t say that’s broken out in town,
too, has it ? Lord help us 1”
A young woman from the rural
districts entered a dry-goods store the
other day and asked for a pair of
stockings. The clerk politely asked
her what number she wore. “Why,
two, you fool. Do yon tnink lam a
centipede, or that I have a wooden
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