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The Mercury. (Sandersville, Ga.) 1880-1???, April 03, 1880, Image 1

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VoL 1 THE DRY SANDERSVILLE,5A, SWDA7, Aprgj Jfrd, 1880. No I. ‘Please tell Miss Grade niylund 1 know it was wrong t Scandal Lane. author unknown. 11 \i not on tlusl*n>>onrJ. iir, < jo to icnrcli both ur uml wUc; Or tn the towu directory. Tlie limp* or railroad *iil<V'; Aud M*jrou pump your neighbor, air. You pump, Ulan t in vain, For no wna cVr acknowl rilgvd yet, lie llrod lu Bcandul l.auel It Ik a fearful nclghlr.irhood, So .ecret aud no «lv; Although the tenantH oftentimes Include the rich and high. Ini told they are even ■ nnuibalK, Aud when they dine or «up, 1 By way of change tarn about And rut each other up t They much under the youthful, iir, The henutlful a<g| ran-; 1 bey grind up chn'^| rr aD( j »|l, Aud call It whole,U*, fare I -Iud Khoiifd tTie lnliyfc Vfctlm wince/ lliey heed i>Ufa^p> of pain; Tliere very bloody canulbaU , That live tn Sraudle Lane! jv you ahoiihl chance to time with them, M’ray never he declvcd ; When they eecin moat like boeoui frlandK, Ihey’rc leaet to be believed. Their claw* are elioathed lu velvat, air. Their teeth are hid by Kiuilea, Ami woe beride the luuoeent Who lull* beneath tlietr wllea I ' When they huve eingleil out their prey . they n ake a cat-like apring; X)r hug them like a aerpent, era They plant the fatal atlngl r And thou they waali their guilty hnndr, llut don't i (face the Ktaln, , Tliean very greedy caiiulbala itirScEXaXaA-isrEoxjs. THE EMEKALDS. 'mother could not finish it soon er,she wants the money to-night.* The servant took the hand some dress and message. ‘Ml never give her another stitch of work,' cried the angry beauty; ‘I ought to have had it three hours ago, Here, Fan- chon, dress me at once, there's not a minute to lose. No, 1 can't pay to-night; 1 haven't time. He must call to-morrow.' “But we've no fire and nothing to eat,and my little sister is sick." called the boy, pushing up the grand stairway. ‘'Shut the door, FKuclion !" commanded Miss Graie . And vi.i, auur was mosi'cT mints face. From the jmieli at irm parlor window l’ansio wall‘lied tire whole scene, her violefleyes dis tended with childish amazement. _ “ little boy,” she said, as Ross; disappeared down the stairway: ‘sister Grace ought to pa v him.I It. must be dreadful to have no tire and nothing to eat.'’ I She stood for a moment, bal-liL nov ‘' 1 nncing hersHf on the tip of one K dainty toot, her rosebud fie grkve and reflective; then a sud- dtju thought flooded her blue eyre with sunshine, and snatcli- ing something from the table shfr darted down stairs. The servant had just closed the street dobr, but she fluttered past him likic a Immming bird and onen- edjit. (tn the steps sat Ros>, brave litt^ fellow that lie was, hisfaci in fcis hands, sobbing as if in, heat would break, “''hat’s the mutter,little boyr ir, but—but my mother and sj ter are starving. 4 rile jeweler Hesitated, toiimt her at last, the idol of his life. “I'iioy are very lino gems,” ho said att.or a moniont, and I ain willing to Igivo you a fair price—supposo w<- i he ihwi*it*r ii^siiiitod , J iouppuoo >><- ■You don t look like'* thi4 t -'j'7 ! -"° t °" 8 * ,ld J 01»ra-will tin,I , “ i i*: bn '.. 1 y m ,fr nd ,f;"'£ <w. z ii„ gg i„nce *nie II juf surprise from beneath her heavy eSSiMiipl “rf<> muc I.V 1 he Fontenay; that will si matter at once, 4 lie dispatched a messen accordingly and Ross sat <f. in a corner nn i sobbed bitt as he lieaid the driving win and thought of his mother ai poor Tittle Flora. In half houi’ Mr. Fontenay came, brin h as that ?” she said trem ilonsly. You are very kind, sir. Oh, ou cannot know how much this money will help me.” The young man made a polilo ro ll'ply and proceeded to put aside tin - jewels and draw a check for the elmouey. Hie March winds were with him. The little crcatijU'f. 11 l,ll J ste,i,! S "ithout, and girl i i , in it i mveieu ami uruw her wrapper clos darted toward Ross like a hub^ r fta 8il(1 8tarted out> 116 ming-bird, her cheeks abla ing his little daughter Pans creati her eyes flashing like liglilin ‘He ‘iiidirt ■/■•d.i^ nwnuf ”h«- < li'-^l, -iiAjii' • 'em to hit sell 'em, 'iiid buy bread for little sister/ Ross sprang to his feet, striJ gling hard to keep buck his teat He put out his little brown hum which Pansie instantly elasjre in her chubby palms. ‘1 am not a thief, sir, One wintry afternoon in Janu ary away up in the bleak attic of a wretched tenement-house, a pale, sad-eyed woman sat sew ing. The garment upon which she was engaged was a very rich dress, 'l’he twilight closed in rapidly, with a blinding fall of snow, a bitter, wailing blast that made the windows rattle in the casements. Still the pale-faced woman stitched on. . “Mother," piped a sweet from the cot beneath the win- , i , 'ii . .] .- ] tuisdittlc boy, and Duv her lot dow, “wil you get the line dress J . , o. i|‘ c tilings' I is worth done? Oh, mother, 1 m so hun-jtr gry -ICJ-only harl-sonv* teu arid a hit of sausage,” She worked on steadily for a! time, pausing only to brush a llftnt s ’ ailt * something tear from her white cheek, then qurttioned Pansie. R<ks looked up half belie wing that it was tin angel looking dowli upon him through the whaling snow, ... w.v., “$h, i cannot go home with- faced out t lie money,” he sobbed : •‘ptir mother wotked hard, and voice|M°P is sick and so hungry.'’ i win-* she said, ‘ik/take “Wont you let mo run down to lie bivnk^for yr.uY” Biiidltlie Jeweler, " 0]‘ hiH o»' f - "uou cun pluy <ly i ho nriilc; it win no bin ii or twod’*- Mbit I mu troubling you ho,” ‘Not n bit; just take this warm sent, plenee; you’ll not. be likely to ’tnvu any customers. And seating her beside the desk, ho took the check and hurried out. IT Pansie Fontenay threw bnck her l., vi ,. , ‘ 1; v,i il mid leaned her head upon her I °i‘ 8 .‘ A ., r ' l ' u, ! t!? n a i haudB, a puzzled retlcctive look up- 1 ne\ei sloly, anything in nrher sweet, sad face. 1 now it was wrong to tak i “When have I soon this the necklace, but, but, sir, littlhho asked herself over and ovor sister is starving.' i igain. It is so familiar; who in the Tim merchant drew, his hand! forld can it lie V” Ilis return broke across his eyes. . iii upon her meditation, and after ro- ‘You’i'o a manly littlo fellow,’ hVdeiving her money she hurried said, patting the lad’s head, ‘and to her humble lodgings, do not in the least blame you, but Thfvfollowing afternoon was even will take Pansies emeralds, and sh- 1 ? 01 ' 0 blustering and stormy; the shall give you something more avail ynd Soared and the sh ot tinkled able. Here Piinsie, give this to youpkmnst the ‘ windows of the littlo Vi!tie friend.’ ‘ lrtam in which Pansie and herfnth- He put a gold piece into Pansio’s emit. Severe misfortunes and re build-;, which she tendered to itoss Ivi'so had reduced them to poverty, willi the injunction that he HliontilUmI the old man being an invalid, all mu stri.ighr, home and buy lots of | ^ care f II upon Pansie’H slmuld- ■;o niics lor his sister—a command do w.-.b not slow to obey. No Pony, No He. His loving mother said, ‘ If you take some of the castor oil, Iill let you go to tile circus.’ ‘How much?’ lie cautiously in quired. ‘Oil! only a spoonful; just a spoonful,’ she replied. ‘And you’ll give me some sugar besides?' lie asked. ‘Of course I will—a big lump.’ He waited until'she began pour ing from the bottle, and then ask ed, ‘And you* 11 give me ten cents loo?’ 'Yes of course.' 'And you’ll buy me a shoo^fly kite'!' lie went on, seeing his ad van* talgo. A Theater at the North Polo iVe. V /‘I gfu\ss so.’ ‘Nofkite, no ile,’ ihc ro away ", sat, down with her father road- ‘I think wo slmll not lose sight of|liUloud fiom a new book' which tlm fellow,’ continued ilr. Fontenay, "’’had bought for him with some of is Itoss dimppeared in the stormy| o money received for her jowels. darkness. ‘Shall we, pttV Let’s s . srswoi t, lace was wan and sad whatwocui do to h -Ip him. lie’ b id her future stretched before liei id, hopeless and gloomy. There is a ring at the door, and a rvant, brought up a. package for us. Fontenay. An exquinito bunoli promising young lad aud an lum- esi, one, 1 m sure. ]fTr. Lenox, you’ri in need of an errand boy; why not try him/ I wish you wold.’ The jeweler consented, to Pansie’sj'f pansies, fragrant and go] Ion henit great delight, and ou the f-dlowiiig'd, done up in tiiisue paper, and at- died as an or-| lc ltod to llieni the simple words: Ol llcc tilings' 'Tis worth l‘ -i y it was duly insmneu as an or-l lc "vai ro llieni the simple i gl» 11 (leal; pa pit bought ir forF’" 11 ; l> T 1:1 ,‘J 10 i' .siiimnuiblo estat) |R >'« Hunhar h if mot i'oiaMyy inyLunb-A; m"—* •••■< -J (,£ M ■’ ■q * i W* take Hand welcome.” I.laivh nmrning, a young nan sa. T P-iusie sat amazed for a bile extended, her dimpled I, hind the counter Of a thriving kw- \ k ‘ a tl 1 K : n a rmh bloom dar lie said, s as he steppe® back. 1 WelTVl’U buy a kiff*,’ plied, lifting the spoon up. ‘And.a velocipede?’ I’ll think of it.’ 'You can’t think no castor ile down me!’ lie exclaimed, looking round for his hat. ‘Here— 1 will, or I’ll tease fath er to, and I know he will. Come now, swallow it down.’ ‘And you’ll buy me a goat?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘And two hundred marbles?’ 'Yes. Now take it down.’ 'And a coach-dog?’ ‘1 can't promise that.’ 'AH right; no dog, no ile. ‘Well, I'd ask your father.’ ‘And you'll buy me a pony?’ ‘Oh! I couldn't do that. Now be a good boy and swallow it down.' ‘O yes! I'll swallow that stuff, 1 will' lie said, as h^clapped on his hat. ‘You may fool some other boy with a circus ticket and a lump of brown sugar, but it'll take a hundredidollar pony to trot that castor ile down my throat.’ Murk Two ins Musket. You sec, the old man was trying to learn me to shoot blackbirds and A theater was built of ice for plays lectures, and concerts. It was on the floe, close to tko ship- Tha foundation-stone (a large block of ice) was laid with great ceremony on November 18. In the forenoon the Mayor and corporation waited on the Governor, (the Captain,) and in address was read setting forth the objects of the building, and praying him to lay the foundation. This was accordingly done in dae form, coins having boen placed be neath the stone. The civic author- itioU wore hard put to it for oartntite * robes.- of office. The Mayor appeared lemlont iundressing gown, fes, out tlie and someinmg iiko shower of stars fell at tlie boy’s feet, lie caught it up in amaz - merit—a ucckIuo* of emeralds, Itistiioiis, gleaming tilings, sc. in tawney, Indian go d. “No, no," he cried, running- up to where she stood. ”J can not take this necklace—take ii arose and shook glimmering robe. "’Tis done at last,” she said. “Now mother’s little girl can lave her supper; only be • pa tient a little longer, Flora. Rossi 9pme, my boy.” | ‘-You shall tuko it,‘ A manly little fellow came out tinued, imperiously, from the bedroom beyond. lots of jewelry aud tin “The fine dress is c^one, Ross,' 1 j 111 home now amt ind you must run home with it| s ‘ s ^‘ r 80,ne thmg to eat. f / — • She closed the door wi s last as vou can. Miss Oracle 1 know have: 1 she con- “I have > lliings— >uy your th moment tod into or white chec “Ohr father," she said, “I !im—1 knew him!' Oh, \so omul Homs at lasl.” Ah instant later Roes was in the room, clasping her fluttering bands m his, and into her bliio eji s look ed with a glance that brought tin rosy bio- in to her face. And a few weeks later, win n tlie blustering "intis were over, and the’ goldtn hearted pansies bloomed on Hie gavden borders, Halo Paiisfc be- you can. mu* y^jbang and Ross 8toud im . au i ut( be out of patience, I know. in tlje bt()rmy g j oom. Should he ring the* bell and fell her I couldn’t finish it one I Uoment sooner, and ask her to jive you the money. We must lave it to-night. And you can top at Mr. Ray’s, as you come lack, and buy some coal; and ive must have some bread and ea, and a mite of butter, and fou must ejet a sausage, Ross, fyr poor little Flora.” “I’ll get them all, mother,” he fid, “and be back in time. You nail have a big sausage, little 'is,” he added, turning toward he cot; The girl nodded her curly lead and her great wistful eyes parkled with delight. ‘And you shall have half of it, ^oss,’ she piped, in her splendid ird voice. ‘Hadn’t you better put on our thick jacket, my boy?’ con ned his .mother. ‘The wind uts like a knife.’ ‘Pshaw, little mother, I don’t ■nd the wind,' and away he e nt down tHe creaking stairs nd out into the storm. Miss ,r acie Fontenay was in a per- ct furore of impatience and an- ^ r - Her dear five hundred ‘ends were assembled in the nils below and her handsome fess had not come home. What o that beggar woman mean disappointing her?‘ At that moment there was a at the door and a voice, in e hall. return the jewels to Pansies father, or should lie do as she bade him . He thought of his mother and poor litte Flora watching wist fully for his return. He could not go bao ; and sec them starve. With a sudden feeling of des peration he thrust the glittering necklace in his pocket and dashed down the street. The gaslight blazed briliantly i u a fashonable jewel* y establish ment, and its bland proprietor looked down inqniringly on lit tle Ross as he approached the glittering count**!-. ‘Would you like to buy this, sir? There was a tremor in the boy’s voice as he asked the ques tion, and the hand that held die emerald necklace shook visibly. The lapidary took the gems, ex amining them closely for a mo ment, and then shot a sharp glance at the child. ‘See here,’ he said, presently his voice stern and commanding, “I want to know how you came by this?’ The boy‘s clear eyes fell; he blushed and stammered evi dently embarrassed. The jewel er put aside the emeralds, and taking the lad's arm led him in to a small ante-room. ‘You are a thief, sir, 4 he said ‘That necklace belongs to Mr Fontenay—he bought it of me not a month ago. You stole it; you are a thief. 4 The little fellow straightened himself, and bis brown eyes blazed. ‘I am no thief, 4 he retor ted. ‘A little girl gave it to me g F •t*} e8talili-luiHiit iii one ol‘ the Nor- oio: n ci ies. lie w:;a a liilinlsoilK nail, n traveler, a mail of taste, in- .eheet and money, for ho was r ju nior purlin r in ilm iir .i, which waV t prosperous one. iiut do pite all nib good f rtuno, iiuss Dunbar \v;u> •iiUimppy. J iis mother and his little Flora had gone to their long home, .nd he wub utterly alone, without id'.h or kin in ihe wide wan Id. Sitting uluiio one morning wi:h the roar of tuo March winds in ears (nits thoughts were running back loi 1 ® 11 ** 1 ? Ross Dunbar s bride, and for ihe days of l.i s boyhood, to his moth- “‘T bl ’ 1 ' 1 ' i l1 K ilL gave lier back her el’s humble iiome. How sivid tin ''* ini g ot emeralds, pant seemed, and how dear and sn- cred, despite its privations ai.d sor COULDN’T S'J’Ol’ HER - The gale- .o,.s. Tli j eyes grew dim and his (at the passenger depots shut out nil neart swelled. All were gone over p.,*ople nut having tickets for the the wide wafers of time amt change 1 , trains wa r yesteday closed at the A lender smile softened hi< sa l fact 1 ! Union <k’pot against an elderly wo- as lie recalled the stormy night when ho sat sobbing on tlie steps of Mr, Eontenay’s man-ion. And ]itt!(: Tansie; the remembrance of her sweet face, as he saw it through tin snow wreaths, haunted him constant ly. In all tlie fifteen years never for ono hour had lie forgotten her. Hut she was gone—lost to him forever. His reverie was broken by the en trance of a customer, a lady closely clothed and veiled. .She approached the counter with a jewel case in hei hand. “Would you buy these?” she asked, simply, m a clear sweet voice that stirred the young man’s heart as ■’no other woman's voice had power to do. He took the casket, opened it, and spread out its contents. A wutclq an elegant and costly diamond ring two rubies and an emerald necklace. Ross Dunbar barely suppressed a cry of surprise as his eyes fell upon it. He turned it over with eager, trembling lingers and there on the clasp was the name that had lived in hiH heart for so many years. “Little Pansie.” and brass chain ; the mace bearer was also suitably attired, and the corporation, with pillow in his waist coat seemed fully conscious of his importance. The building of ths theater was not completed before tha oud of the month. It waa mads of blocks of ice. and roofed over hy • 8;ul. The lengli was 27 foot] by 16 foot. Tho auditorium was of suf ficient size to contain the whole ships compauy. Raised above this by one step was the stage, provided with green room and wing*. Half a dozen footlights, and a few lampa with polished reflectors, were suf ficient to light the whole building It was finally opened on the even ing of December 1, the the birthday of the Princess of Wales, and nama- eel the “Royal Alexandra Theatre," The whole ship’s company attended, the officers Bitting in front of kh# stage, and the men, with ibaaw band, behind them. The manager first appeared on the stage, and ; < -‘ a< ! Ihe prologue, an elegant classi cal, composition, suitable to the oo- oasion, written in verse. A commit- tco had selected it on the previous day from four, which had been anb- ‘flitted to their decision. The pro- beasts that tore up the young corn loguejbeing concluded, loud shoals ami such things, so that I could be of “author’’ were raised. hSiirctiLuic about thoLr.m.becauseln-* -A.— *• 1 wasn,t big enough to'do much. My gun was a single barreled shot gun, and the old man carried nn old Queen Anne musket that weight a qon, made a report like a thunder clap,and kicked like a mule the old man wanted me to shoot the old musket some times,but I was afraid. Une day, though, I got her down and took her to tlie hired man and asked him to load her up because it was hout in the Held. Hiram said: "Do you sec those marks on the stock —an X and V, on each side of the queen’s crown ? Well, that man wealing spectacles and u-ingan umbrella for a cane. “Can’t pass without a ticket,” said tho man at the gate as aim eamo up. “I want to see if there’s anybody, on that train going to PoH Huron” she answered “Can’t pass without a' ticket mad am.” ■* “I’ve got a darter in Port Huron, I hav.” “Cant help it, please. My orders are very strict.” “I tell you I want to send word to my darter !”she exclaimed, adjusting her spectacles for a better view of the ifficinl. “Yes but woenn’t help that, you see. Please show your ticket.” “I want this ’ore railroad tounder- stand that I’ve got u darter in Port Huron and she’s got a baby four weeks old auction goipg to send her up word in spile “You wish to sell them all?” he asked, striving to steady his voice and the wild throbbing of his heart. The lady hesitated an instant and then she put her slender hand and drew the emeralds toward her. “I dislike to part with this,” she said; “it was my father’s gift—and —and but no mutter take them all; I. must have the money.” In her eagerness she lmd thrown aside her veil, revealing a lily face, lit by lustrous, sapphire eyes. Iloss Dunbar stood silent a moment, every nerve in bis manly form thrilling with supreme delight. He had ww on tho atnge to reoci applauA. Then folh inn fiiv/id MR..... 1 means ten balls and five s'ugs- that's her load.” “Hut how much powder ?” “Oh , “lie says ,“it don't matter; put in three or four handfuls,” So 1 loaded her up that way. and it was an awful charge—I hafl sencc enough to see that—and started out. I leveled her on a good many blackbirds, but every time 1 wefit to pull,Hie trigger I shut my un eyes and-winked. 1 was afraid ofl.V her kick. Towards sundown fetched up fo the house nnd £®S il**® * « s the 1 old nM? ^kta t y,aay?^ r * "»»»>■■«■.«»« - J, ol all the gates in this depot.” “Pleas show your ficketr, madam.” I tell you once more” Please show your ticket,'madam.” .She gave the old umbrella a whirl and brought it down on his head with a vim of an old fashon log-raising and as he staggered aside she passed him and said: “There’s my ticket,sir and I’ve got more behind it! Msbbe one man and a gate can atopmefrom sending word to my darter to the baby’s nose with mutton-4# wg the weather ebangos cold, believe it And she walked down to thetrnip. found some one going to port Huron,, and came back 'carelessly humming the melydy of The Three Blind Mice.”— Free Prist- A Philadelphia woman owns the largest colored diamond ever brought to America. was tire p : 6f,ch. “Been out liunti u Yes; sir,“sayj you kHt. ?” nr, “Didn'tkill an shoot her off; waA —1 knew blacked Wei Gimme that gun!” said, mad as sin.. And he took aim atai on the other side of- the roa<F I began to drop out Qf danger,' the next moment I b^ard the e; quake and saw the Queert AnOii whirling end over end in tha i and tlie old man spinning -artty on one heel, with one leg u^'a! both hands jrn his jaw, and bark flying from the old sapplin like thar was a hail-storm. The man’s shoulder was set bick three inches, his jaw turned black and were receive well-metifod followed the amus ing farce “My Turn Next,” the perl* being taken by five officers. Ou the whole, the piece was very well per formed; one actor in particular dis played considerable dramatic talent happily introducing several local al lusions. Much amusement was caus ed by a female character appearing in a black beard, the gentleman to whom that part had been alloted ob stinately refused to part with that protection against the cold. Songs and reoitations by some of the men followed, and ihe evening’s entertain ment conlydixl- by an original oom- position called “The Arctio Twine.” Jins was the. hit of the evoning, and mihk and whistled {everywhere ime after. It was a dan- by twjp of the petty officers red in sleighing costum Btulg (and danced, accompany “he bend. Thus satisfaotoril, our first evening in the theatri blue, and he had to lay up for a i ill "milt ton-4 hi®* Cholera or nothing else can 1 the way I was scared present^! of, was most in- _ A magic lantern was o einployed oji soveral occasions, prhou our first enthusiasm had ided, we begaJt’ to think sitting mpevsture rather an ton. Ifor though the theatffe ad a small atijv©, and was always tch warmer'than th® outer air, u j often aa 'fldld is 20*. «o we TDen^diwierjeS QlSaturday even- 04 t^iip lower opek, and ly a dull hour Fn&; , ** » igW - 1-i ord< ipress Eugenie has sculptor Boehin, a Thfe size represen- F ri nee T Imperial lying i the ground, partly wrap- h hi^ cloak, while qn angel is /ning him, y* . ^ framp found woman alone I? a , Vt -rmont W ' threatened to km give him fly. e 'cents. house, and rtf she didn’t . - ,, , ^ '^Vell, here \ / 1C Sa> showing the coin, but I guess shoo f „ , and she droppea- ■„ into tlufOta/ rel of a shotigun. The fellMv did not wait to take it. , ' / ■ I \