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MANAU,
Tlie TillLOE
aynesboro, Georgia.
TAX EECEIVER’S NOTICE.
The Tax Pavers of this county and request
ed to meet nie at. Ihe following places 01
dates mentioned for the purpose of making
their tax returns for 1900:
FIRST ROUND.
GOlh and G2d dist, Munnerlyn, Mon. Apr. lGtl
Tues.
Wed.
April 17tl
April lStl
Thurs. April lflt.1
Fri. ‘
*Mon.
A pril 2011
April 23<
April 21tli
God dist Alexander.
72d dist. Drone. P. O
GOtiidist.C.B. Bast-on’s
store,
65th dist. Walter P.O.
Gath dist. Tarver’s court
ground,
G6th dist. Shell Bluff, P.O.
to 12 o’clock Tues.
CGlh dist, Telfairville, P O
tooo’clkpm Tues, April 21tli
68th dist. Hillis, P O Wed. . April 25th
63d dist. Sardis, PO Thurs. April 26tl
63d dist. Habersham Mon. AprilBOtl
61st, dist. Perkins Tues. Mav (1st
61st dist. Lawt.onville Wed. Mav 2d
61st dist. Millen, at Daniel,
Sons & Palmer’s store, Thurs. Mav 3d
75th dist. Rogers Fri. Mav4th
70.h dist Cates’Store Mon. Mav/th
71th dist. Bark Camp X Rd Tues. Mav 8th
73d dist. Midville, Wed
71st dist. Harrell’s store Thur
Mav 9tli
Mav 10th
SECOND ROUND.
67tli dist Green’s Cut, Mon Mav lltl
66th dist Shell Bluff P O Weil Mav 16th
68th dist Girard Thurs Mav 17th
64th dist Court Ground, bridge Fri Mav lSt.t
Moil
Tues
Wed
Thurs
Fri
Mon
Mav 21M
M av 22d
Mav 23d
Mav 21 tl
Mav 251 i
Mav 28tl
Mav 2911
Mav 3utl
Mav 31st
J un 1st
70th dist Cates’ Store
73d dist Midville .
75lh dist Kirdsvtlle
74th dist Herndon
7ist distOatts
72d (list Gough s X Rds
GOtbdist Kilpatrick’s X Rds Tues
65th distKevsville Wed
67th dist ure n’s Cut Thurs
61st dist Milieu. Daniel, Son
& Palmer’s Fri
67th dist Neelv’s School
House, Tues
The law requires the Tax Receiver -to ad
minister the oath to each tax paver whil-
making their returns. Please remember tlji.-
and be jirompi, avoid being double-taxe.
and save me delavs. Books close. June 9th,
On e'crv Saturdav from April lsttoJum
9th and during session of Superior Court, .
can be found at Dr. McMas'er’s drug store.
W.L. MIMS, Receiver Tax Returns, B.U.*
marl7,’99
June 5tl
Wedding Gifts.
We are now receiv
ing new goods suit
able for Wedding
Presents
Sterling Silver-
i
Ware,
Libbey’s Cut Glass,
CLOCKS, VASES,
Lamps,
Bric-a-Brac . .
and Fine Jewelry.
Wm. Schweigert & Co.,
Jewelers,
uguhta, a.
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Copyright, 1899, by Jeannette H. Walworth.
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CHAPTER III.
WAS IT A GHOST?
ye not watch for me one
“Could
hour?”
With a sense of fright and recreancy
impelling him, Tom Broxton deserted
his bed at a bound, to stand, dazed and
trembling, amid the familiar surround
ings of bis own bedroom.
Had be dreamed the utterance, or
had the reproach been whispered into
his slumber dulled ears by voice of
mortal or spirit? He passed bis band
rapidly over his bewildered brow and
tried to pierce the encircling gloom
with startled eyes. Was it a part of
bis hallucination that the gloom in
creased as he stood and stared?
A dim, faint radiance seemed to re
cede slowly from him. leaving his cham
ber in the absolute darkness that bad
enshrined it when be retired. Present
ly everything came back to him—the
utter weariness that had overtaken
him when the minister’s monotonous
droning of his father’s summarized
merits had come to an end; his sicken
ing sense of the futility of all the
wordy condolences pressed upon his
shrinking ears; his longing to be alone
and in utter darkness, alone with his
grief, veiled by friendly darkness; bis
turning away with a sense of dismal
relief from the neighbor crowded par
lors and halls, conscious of having paid
the last outward show of respect to the
only friend the world held for him.
Even Olivia Matthews bad been an
unwelcome intruder upon bis solitude
when, with a sweet womanliness that
quaintly crowned her childish head,
she had followed him up stairs with a
motherly injunction about not sleeping
in a draft and had placed on a table
by liis bedside the cup of tea she had
brought him herself. Ollie was uot
much given to serving others, and even
in bis exquisite anguish Tom realized
this unusual element in her hovering
attitude.
Had lie ever shown her the grace of
a word of thanks? He could not recol
lect. The awful irrevocableness of bis
loss, the terrifying stretch of his com
panionless future, liad swallowed up
thought for anything else.
A portrait of his father stood on an
easel in one corner of his room. He
had knelt before it as' soon as Ollie
had left him and communicated the de
sire of his lonely young heart to the fa
ther who had been father, mother,
sister and brother to him.
“1 should like so to carry out your
slightest wishes about everything, fa
ther, if only you had waited for my
coming. If it is permitted the angels to
stoop to poor mortality, guide me still,
so that I may not miss the turning in
the road that shall finally bring you
and me together again.”
That had been his last thought be
fore falling into a sleep of utter ex
haustion. It was bis first recurrent
one as be stood pondering bis sudden
awakening. The easel that held his fa
ther’s portrait was hidden from him by
the tall footboard of bis heavy four
posted bedstead. How long he had
slept he could not compute.
On retiring lie had topped his bed
room candle with the extinguisher and
had excluded every ray of light from
the moon flooded world by drawing
the heavy broeateJle curtains. His eye
balls were hot and swollen with the
tears that lay too deep to moisten his
dry lids.
In the first second of his startled
awakening he did not speculate upon
the dim light that pervaded his large
room briefly nor upon its gradual with
drawal. He was wide awake now and
self reproachful. lie had fully meant
only to take a short, needful rest be
fore joining the watchers down stairs.
He bad thrown himself upon bis bed
half dressed. He lighted his candle
now and passed beyond the high
carved footboard. He would look once
more upon the dear, familiar face from
which he had drawn strength -and in
spiration all the days of his short life.
Conscience smote him for a coward.
He had purposely turned himself on
retiring so that he should, notr see even
the pointed tips of the easel that held
the portrait.
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Death is very awe inspiring to the
yonng and the lusty. The revolt against
it is natural and strong. It is only as
we grow older and the prizes we have
failed to grasp show their tinsel side
that we come to think of the great
Mower and liis personal attitude with
a friendly tolerance born of a sense of
the inevitable.
The beys at Andover, college would
have stared and perhaps protested to
hear Tom Broxton called a coward.
Among his follows he was esteemed
one who was not a provoker of quar
rels, but quite incapable of quailing in
the face of danger.
And yet with his first glance toward
the easel that held his father's portrait
he recoiled with an audible cry of ter
ror, but only for a second. Then he
advanced resolutely toward it.
The easel was not as it had been when
be fell asleep. Drooping over the
broad, calm brow of the pictured face
it held was a bunch of white cosmos
flowers precariously clinging to the
frame of the portrait by a twisted stem
or two. Tom touched the flowers with
a skeptic finger. Were they real or a
part of his troubled fancy? They fell
to the floor at his touch, and from
about the green stems a twisted paper
uncoiled in their descent. He stooped
and picked the paper up.
Some one of bis many kindly inten-
tioned friends had stolen in with flow
ers and more empty words of condo
lence. he told himself, and held the pa
per behind his candle. Again that low
suppressed cry of terror from the boy’s
startled lips!
Whoever bad woven that loosely
bound wreath of white cosmos, bis
mother’s favorite flower, with which to
crown his father's brow liad wrapped
about it a bit of bis father's own hand
writing, a careless, heedless mistake.
Even as he pondered the mystery of
the cosmos he was greedily reading the
contents of the paper.
It was only a page of an unfinished
letter, hut the date made it precious.
The habits of a lifetime bad held good
in the hour of extremity. His father
never failed to date. Only two nights
before that letter had been begun—and
ended—when the pen had dropped
from a nerveless hand. And yet, even
as he read, Tom was conscious of a
perplexing discrepancy. His guardian
had said no letter had been written to
him.
But thoughts of his guardian were
violently shoved aside. This letter,
unfinished, but priceless—where bad it
come from? He read and reread it
standing there before his father's pic
ture, unconsciously crushing the for
gotten cosmos under his feet:
“My boy, soon to be my lonely boy,
the last of the Broxtens, I have prayed
very earnestly to be permitted to stay
until yon reached my bedside, but the
sands are running out of my glass too
rapidly. Let me try to write what I
may not be permitted to say.
“My son, 1 am leaving you in a
perilous condition—young, unformed,
the possessor of accumulating wealth,
which means accumulating tempta
tions and responsibilities.
“I have desired for you a practical
rather than a classical education. I
anticipated, being a vigorous man and
not burdened with years, that I should
be in the flesh when you came to the
time of life demanding a parental in
terest in your affairs. I have looked
forward to many years of good com
radeship with my boy. Heaven has
decreed otherwise.
“I must condense into a paragraph
what I had hoped to distill into your
young mind through many years of
happy and loving intercourse. Use
ycur wealth. Do not let it misuse you.
Remember that riches take flight often
in the most unforeseen fashion. I can
at this time foresee no contingency
that would reduce you to the estate of
a poor man; but, should such a catas
trophe befall, God grant that your
brains and your hands may prove good
substitutes for lands and stocks. Dur
ing your minority your affairs will be
managed by my lifelong friend, Hor
ace Matthews, in whose business ca
pacity I have great confidence. But no
man should yield blindly to the guid
ance of another. Bear in mind that
your responsibilities are your own, to
be shouldered, not shirked, to be borne
by no one but yourself.
“I desire you on the day of your ma
jority to take the management of your
affairs into your own hands, subject,
of course, to advice from your ex
guardian. You will owe it to yourself
to obtain a clear insight into the man
agement of affairs during your minori
ty. No honest steward will object to
this accounting. As for your guardian,
while I trust him implicitly—I”—
Tom turned the paper over impa
tiently. Surely there must be some
thing more. Not an added syllable!
Where had this unfinished letter, so
precious and so all important, been
found? Who had conveyed it to his
hands?
He had himself searched every draw
er and every compartment of Ills fa
ther’s desk and found nothing. He had
questioned Mr. Matthews with queru
lous insistence, only to be assured by
him that his father had left nothing
for him personally in writing, and yet
here, twisted ruthlessly about the
stems of flowers which came no one
knew whence, were his father’s last,
most precious utterances of advice and
love.
He folded the piece of twisted paper
into proper shape and laid it away in
an inner pocket of his waistcoat. The
flowers which he had crushed under
his heels sent up a sickly fragrance. A
strong gust of wind set hin pansio
a flare. It guttered and died out sud- ! With their own scandalized eyes they
denly, only to add to his sense of shud
dering isolation. He could have cried
aloud for human companionship, for
the sound of a fellow creature’s voice.
He bethought him of the friendly
watchers down stairs.
On second thoughts he should not
like to face his father’s faithful friends
with white lips and trembling limbs.
He would quiet bis nerves by spending
a few moments in his father's own
room. Amid its familiar surroundings
he could relight liis candle and regain
his lost self control. He passed through
the connecting door into the larger
room so intimately associated with his
beloved dead.
Ey the mantelshelf there used to be
always a supply of matches. That
same faint, receding radiance puzzled j
him as he drew aside the curtains that
separated his own room from his fa- !
ther's. Some one must have left a win- j
dow open on the balcony. A cold puff 1
had corroborated the boy’s startled
announcement that his father’s desk
was being tampered with.
A dim light showed through the
ground glass doors. A stooping figure
was plainly discern'Me.in front of the
large table in the center of the study,
the table at which Tom had seen his
father sit through what seemed to his
childish fancy interminable hours of
pen work.
A smaller door to the study was
reached by the circuitous passage of
the drawing room suit. It yielded to
Tom’s impatient touch upon its knob
and opened inward—upon a room wrap
ped in utter darkness!
“Have any of you matches?” he ask
ed sharply.
Three matches were responsively
struck against as many boot beels, and
tlio room was soon well lighted.
Scattered in reckless confusion over
the open desk were papers that had
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of outside air greeted and chilled him ; been hastily drawn out from the pi-
as he stepped over the threshold, but !
by this time he bad himself well
hand. He found the matches and re
lighted his candle.
It was not his first visit to his fa
ther's room. He had gone there
straightway on his agonized home com
ing. It was there he had wrestled with
the first sharp pangs of his bereave
ment, kneeling by the bed and clamor
ing piteously for one word of recogni
tion from its pale and unresponsive
sleeper.
He had passed through it since when
it had looked decorously desolate, with
the cold, white, tenantless bed and its
handsome furnishings primly set to
1 /
His mother's Bible ivas open.
rights. On neither one of those pre
vious visits had he observed the con
spicuous object that now arrested his
attention immediately on entering the
room.
His mother's Bible, the one out of
which he liad read his Sunday’s task,
an unwilling little rebel, many a weary
Sabbath afternoon at liis father’s knee,
was propped upon the center table un
der the dimly burning radiance of a
uiglit taper. It was open. A single
blossom of white cosmos marked the
passage:
“Put not your trust in princes nor in
any son of man.”
He did not reason about the presence
of the Bible. He did not cast a second
look at it. Whether he was to brand
himself everlastingly as a coward did
not cost him one anxious thought. He
descended the long spiral stairs that
divided him from human companion
ship with feet that seemed to have
suddenly grown old and very tired.
The distance between him and the liv
ing seemed to stretch out intermina
bly. He was at one only with death
and mystery.
With cowering aspect, he crept into
the long parlor where his father lay in
lonely state. One look at the noble,
calm face within the casket covered
him with a sense of littleness and con
fusion.
“Father, father! To think that 1
should know fear in your presence—
you, who had such high scorn for cow
ardice and cowards! I am not worthy
to be called your son!”
A voice came to him in greeting from
the other end of the long room. It
was old Mr. Braddock, who liad insist
ed upon sitting up with his old friend
Rufus. He shuffled toward the young
mourner now with a face from which
every vestige of color had fled. He
nodded nervously toward his three
companions, who came in a slow pro
cession in his rear.
“These gentlemen and I have been
going over tlie premises, Thomas, to
see if any doors or windows had been
left open. It grew quite chilly sudden
ly.” The old man rubbed bis ii^nds
nervously about each other.
“Quite so,” the man nearest his right
elbow echoed.
“We distinctly felt a cold puff of
air,” the man on liis left added.
“Some window open on the veran
da,” Thomas suggested.
“We have made a thorough inspec
tion. We find neither door nor window
left unbolted. But the house is very
large and very drafty.”
“The library may have been over
looked.”
Tom glanced toward the heavy
chenille portieres that fell between the
parlor and the library. On the other
side of them were the folding doors,
paneled with ground glass, which
gave the soft effectiveness of moonlight
when lights burned on the library side.
Emboldened by tlie manifest fears of
his companions, he drew the curtains
and fell backward with a low cry.
Then indignation smothered his fear.
“Some one in the library, standing at
ray father’s desk.”
He essayed to slide the glass doors
backward into their sockets. They
would not yield.
“I locked them myself from the li
brary side,” said Mr. Braddock chat-
teringly. “I did not want any one to
intrude here without our permission or
knowledge.” He glanced toward the
casket.
“Then we must go around by the
middle parlor,” said Tom curtly.
He led the way hurriedly. The older
i meu kept pace with him valiantlv.
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eon holes for inspection, by whom and
for what purpose were the mysteries
that confronted Thomas and his
friends.
“This passes comprehension,” said
old man Braddock, with tremulous ut
terance and protuberant eyes. “The
study was in perfect order when I
locked that door on this side. Rufus
would turn in his coffin at such dis
array. He was so very orderly.”
“Some one has been tampering with
my father's papers for purposes of his
ovn. Will you help me search the
house for the miscreant, my friends?
I should like just to discover the place
of ingress and egress. After we have
found it we can search the house in
side thoroughly.”
An hour later he stood alone on the
low flight of steps that led down into
his mother’s flower garden. The first
gray tints of dawn were resting pallid
ly on the trees of the lawn and upon
the tangled riot of blossoms which
sweetened the cold chill air of early
morning. Baffled and humiliated, he
had left his companions in a futile
search to watch by the master of the
house while he wrestled alone with liis
perplexity.
The circuit of Broxton Hall had been
made carefully by the four men. Its
lower expanse of broad veranda, pierc
ed by numerous doors and windows as
capacious, had been found guiltless of
one derelict lock or bolt. Securely fas
tened and untampered with, each had
shown itself intact. The upper story
of the rambling old mansion had re
peated the same story—not the swing
ing of a shutter nor the yawning of the
smallest door to admit an intruder!
At the end of the search the mystery
of that crouching figure and disorder
ed desk was greater than at its begin
ning.
Weary of conjecture that only con
fused, of suggestions that did not sug
gest, Tom had withdrawn himself and
now stood drinking in great drafts of
fresh air. It cooled the hot feverish
ness of his body and spirit. The
phantasies of the night seemed to quail
and shrivel before the pure, calm radi
ance of the morning star that still held
sway in the slowly flushing skies.
Peace came to the boy’s troubled
spirit as he stood there accepting heal
ing at nature’s benignant bands. The
night just gone was one he should nev
er forget, but it bad not put him fur
ther away from that noble browed
sleeper, from whose silent lips had
seemed to fall a gentle rebuke for his
craven nerves.
Then the sun rose above the horizon
in his chariot of crimson and gold, and
a new day was fairly installed, the
last day for him to be privileged to
look upon bis beloved's face. He was
glad that the unnerved watchers had
availed themselves of the earliest sun
rays to take their departure.
As he stood there alone on the broad
steps of tne house, overlooking the
beautiful expanse of the Broxton lawn,
so be stood alone in all the wide world,
not one creature to call kindred. Small
wonder that he clung with ravening
tenderness to the silent sleeper in the
house behind his back.
He retraced his steps and re-entered
the room where his father lay. He
flung open the windows and moved
resolutely toward the casket. The ut
ter peacefulness, the majestic repose
of the sleeper filled his soul with a
strange quietness.
At that moment he remembered the
seal ring which his father had always
impressed upon the wax of his letters.
It was on his finger when he died. He
should like it for his very own. He
drew the white draperies from the
broad chest to secure the ring. In the
pallid clasped hands a single white
cosmos flower had drooped to its death.
The seal l'ing was not upon his fa
ther’s hand. The flower had not been
in his quiet clasp when they laid him
in the casket.
Who would unravel the knot of this
twofold mystery?
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Savannah, April 9.—At the regular
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thirty years ati 1 is ri'fleetly Fnf.j to t: so
old or young. i’>. I>. !’-. is asetont 6c I'-eove
of Dr. Giilain the great Atlanta Specialist.
Cares Haris By Biosii Bate,
Allan Grant, of Spart i. Ga., cnr« dof
gftre oil lip, epliUor.al c.’.’ oc r ; «7u. a
%uhnsoii, Stafford I*. O., S. C., cur'jii of a itr
romoir.-
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J. Willie Levy,
Augusta, Ga.
-:o:-
Reeeiver Asked For.
Atlanta, April 11.—R. P. Conner, a
stockholder in the concern, has filed a
petition in the superior court asking for
a receiver for and injunction against the
Interstate Building and Loan associa
tion.
— Wanted, fer cash, Hickory,Dog
wood, Persimmon. Walnut Logs*
Southern Hardwoord Co., Charles
ton, S. C, *ct.
CASTOR IA
For Infants and Children.
The Kind Yon Haie Always Bought
Bears the
Signature of
Full line of new Spring
*
For Men and Boys.
In the Boys’ and Chil
dren’s department is a beau
tiful line of Ladies’ ooleno|
and Washable Skirts.
Also—washable and silk
waists and Ladies’ and Chil
dren’s Hats.
feb25,’fi9—by
Wash suLs for girls ot ^
10 years of Rtelf^Ah
* ese goods are of elegant
design and finish Ladies
oi Burke invited to visit this
department. Lady clerks.
Polite attention.
DR. GEO. A. PATRICK,
(Formerly Winkler & Patrick,) j ^
DF.TJTTST OFFICE. » last foREVSR.
DENTIST OFFICE,
626 Broad Street,
Augusta, - - Georgia.
Office Hours—3:30 a. in.,' to 6 p.m.
dec5,’96—
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LAST FOREV£!
STEEL TRUSSED LE’
GOPFfc-N PLUtD
COMBINATION 0E4M VJimlSEAM COX,
CATALOGUE FrtCE.
JONES OF BiNGHAr.'rtor-l,
BINGHAMTON. N Y.