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—- -i *,,* ■ I.-.H vtr ™»JrESErSfe,,,. T”"'®" •' "♦.“S Vuv • » ' <t iVr. . »* VOLUME VIII. BRUNSWICK, GEORGIA, SATURDAY, JULY 29,1882. NUMBER 4. The Advertiser ami Appeal, is pnnLtHHED kvkhy Saturday, at BRUNSWICK. - GEORGIA, BY T. G. STACY. Mubicrlptlon Kate*. One copy one year $3 00 One copy six month* 1 00 Advertisements from responsible parties will be published Until ordered out, when t’notime is not jpeclfted, and payment exacted accordingly. Communications for individual beueflt, or of a personal character, charged as advertisements. Marriages and obituary notices not exceeding tour line*, solicted for publication. When ex* seeding that space, charged as advertisements. All letter* and communications shonld be ad dressed to the undersigned. T. G. STACY, Brunswick, Georgia. CITY OFFICERS. Mayor- M. J. Colson. Ali-rnen- J. J. Spear*, J. P. Harvey, K. J. Doer* iuger, 8. C. Littlefield, J. M. Couper, J. Wilder, Lw. Hardy, J. K. Cook. Clerk & Treasurer—Jamt* Houston. rUcf Marshal—J. E. Lambright. I’olicemeA—V. B. Goodbread, W. 11. Rainey. 0. B. [jure, C. W. Byrd. /C-eper of Guard House and Clerk of Market—D. A. loore. Hirt I’hysician-—J. S- EUiu. fity fhyxician—J. K. RoblM. Sexton While Century—0. l». Moore. Sexton Color''<i Cmuterp- -Jackie White. Uarbtr .Yarf-’r -Matthew Shannon. fir! Wardens Thos O'Connor, A. E. Wattles, J. [. Dexter, % . MTAJWINu COMMITTEE* OF COUNCIL. FrVAtfcK—‘Wilder. Cook and 8p*»nr*. Street*, Drain* a Dhidoi*—Uarrey. Hardy and ittlefleld. ... Town ooaiaaoNa-'-Harvei, Hardy and Speais. Cemeteries—Littlefield, Doerfiinger and Hardy. Harbor—Hardy, Cook and Littlefield, Public building*—Hsmy, Couper and wilder. Railroads -Wilder, Spear3 and Hardy. Education- Cook, Couper and Wilder. C:u:.:rv- Spoar*. Harvey and Cook. FrRK DfcFAjrofNNT- -DoertHngor, H aroy sod 8po.tr*, Police—Wilder, Cook and Harvey. UNITED STATES OFFICERS. < Collector of Customs—Hi P. Farrow. Depttltf—H. T. Dunu. , ^ . Collector Internal Revenue—D. T.Dunn. Deputy Marshal—T. W. prater. 1 « Postmaster—L^nnr: Vor'h. Commis doner—C. U. DexUr. Shipping Commissioner—G. J. Hall. OEAN LODGE No- 214,F..&.M. :-V?& legnlnr commanic»t!on« of thi. Lodge »r« helil on ,f r ,. u„.i n.ir.l Mm, i»-i In evoli month. at i:3U i^iim Mil .11 brothreulu good nUndlngtro lr»- ivlly Invited to attend. J. J. 3M5AB8. Secretary. (PORT LODGE, No. «S, 1. 0. 0. F.. .very O. B. mnrCH," n \MBBIOHT, P. feB. fleuro *.-. • MILLINERY! Miss HF.TTIE WILLIAMS IS NOW RECEIVING A LARGE AND WELL-SE LECTED STOCK OF Millinery & Fancy Goods, LACKS OF ALL DK3CB1PTI0KS, Pattern Bonnets to ell the lateat atylee, Jn»‘- from Sew Yori. A full line of 0 ollaretteSiLadiea Und er wear CHILDBEN’SDllpup, K«*. Dress-Making a Speciality, In all Hie Boat ftahlonilileeivlee, erdera yrumpt lyftUed. ►.»- . aptle-.y A SPECIALTY! Gents’Furnishing Goods I have jnst opened, in store of Meinr*. Moore A McCrary, a handsome Uue oi above goods, which I propose selling at prices Never Before Known ! Call on nio and see my stock, which was bought (or this market. .1. B WRIGHT. No Third Mrs. Perry “She is not the same sort as your first wife, Henry," said Mrs. Perry, with an ominous closing of her upper lip over the lower one. Mrs. Perry ealled herself a devout Christian. All through the country she was held in estimation as one of the salt of the earth, comforting be side a siok-bed, efficient in a neglected household, and welcome everywhere And when Alice May came tc the old homestead, as her son’s second wife, she naturally looked up with reveren tial afieotiou to the venerable, white- capped old lady. “Sweetheartthe young husband had said, looking fondly into the eyes of his bride, as they stood under the blossoming boughs of the quince trees on the soft May night when first he broaght her home, “do you think yon can be happy here ?” “Ob, Harry!”. The young wife had replied, “it is like a little paradise." But Mrs. Henry Perry soon fonnd oat that Lilac Farm was something more practical than her ideas of para dise. , “Don’t know how to churn!’’ said Mrs. Perty, Senior/in amazement.— "Why, Alice, where were you brought up ? Hurry’s first wife thought noth ing of churning twenty pounds of but ter of a morning, beside doing all the housework: and getting breakfast for ftmrHiftitoden.”' Alice coiored to tjie^very roots of her luxuriant chestnut-brown hair. “I know nothing about oouhtry, dear Mrs. Perry,” she said, for she was too shy to use the tender term “mother,” unless by the special invi tation which had not been accorded. 'T was educated, yon know, at a boarding.school; after I graduated I taught school until I met Henry and—’.’ "I dare say,” said Mrs. Perry, dry ly; "bnl if you are going to be a farmer’s wifo it is high time yon ac quainted yourself with some of the du ties perluining to your position. My son's first wife, now, was a model.” Alice looked eagerly up. “Flense, Mrs. Perry,” said she, “tell iue v.Lmt Hhe used to do. Of course. 1 more had no experience, but— “Well,” said Mrs. Perry, looking up to the top fringe of the curtains and tonching the tips of her finger re flectively together, “sho had a faculty, Dorothy hud. She was a famous cook. She baked fresh pies every dBy, for no one eau be expected to like stale pies. Her hot breakfast biscuits were like flakes of snow, and we mostly had waffles for supper, with honey and fresh apple sauce. Sho always got up at 4 o’clook of a Monday morning to do the wusbng. Henry's shirts hare never been the same sinoe Dorothy was removed. And I wish yon could 1 have seen her.iropipgs. The sewing circle met here once a month, and tbo teas Dorothy got np were the talk of the neighborhood. And there was a Sister of Industry meeting here once a fortnight, and the Singers’ Sympo sium every other Friday. She was a noble hearted Christian, Dorothy was! And then she did all the fami ly sewing. She could not reconcile it to her own conscience and her hus band’s income, she said ‘to hire snch work done."’ And Alice, who bod committed tbo enormity of having a dress made by a dressmaker, colored scarlet and hung her head. “Then at bntchering time,” pro ceeded relentless Mrs. Perry, Senior, “Dorothy always made the tripe and sausage-meat and corned the hams herself; and she denned nouse four times a year. She was a master-band at quilting, and she always made her own bonnets. A woman can savo so much for her husband in that way As for the butter and cheese, I think, if she had not died so suddenly, poor thing, that she could have beaten any record in the country.” Alice sighed deeply. How could she, a slender, inexperienced girl of twenty, hope to cope with these mar- marvelous attainments ? “Henry never told me all this,” said she. T suppose he has thought of it many a time,” suid Mrs. Perry, Sen ior. “But perhaps he didn't like to allude to it while you was playing’ on your melodeon and reading yonr books. Dorothy never got any time to read 1” "But if yon’ll teach me,”, pleaded Alice, "I will do my best to learn.” She looked the melodeon, put away the books and portfolio and her bas ket of fancy needle-work, and sot her self resolutely to work to fill the place of the departed Dorothy. “Why, what a little house-wife you are,” said Henry, laughing, when she showed him the tray of golden butter that she had churned, and succeeded in burning her fingers at the ironing fire and reducing her pretty complex ion to scarlet in cooking buckwheat cakes for breakfast. “I want to be one,” said Alice, wist fully. She out up squares of bright-col ored calico into patch-work, she stud ied the cookery-book until her head ached, she caught a heavy cold work ing over batter in the damp dairy- house, and sprained her wrist wash ing clothes, which, after all, looked ’dim and dirty. She rose early and went to bed late; she counted eggs, mixed np whitewash, made herself sick chopping np sausage meat, and strained her baok lifting a kettle of pickles off the fire, and still she strove resolutely on. “I should like to do just what Dor othy did,” she said to herself. “I don’t think Henry is quite pleased when I am so busy in the kitchen of an evening that I cannot spare time to come in and hoar him read the Wa- verly novels aloud. And my feet ached bo this morning with the cream skimming that I could not walk with him to the haying ground. Bnt I am doing my duty, and that ought to be reward enough 1” That same afternoon, however, poor Alico was foroed to flee to her own room with a sick headache and seek the refuge of her pillow. There Mrs John Bonney, a cheerful lit tle neighbor, fonnd her. “Sick are yon?” asked Mrs. Bon ney. Tax not very well,” acknowledged Alice. “Ah,” said Mrs. Bonney, “I thought !” “What do you mean?” asked Alice. “Why, you’ve been killing yourself by inches 1” said Mrs. Bonney, “as fast as yon could. I’ve seen it alL— I’m not yonr next door neighbor for nothing 1” I am trying to do my duty," pleaded Alice, with filling eyes. “I am trying to be like my husband's first wife!” “Fiddlesticks 1” said Mrs. Bonney. ‘Like Dorothy Parker indeed! Why she was nothing on earth but a house hold drudge, and finally drudged her self to death, without anybody being particularly sorry for her. She never visited, she never read, she never kept up with the progress of life’s march around her. Any machine could have filled her place.” “Mrs. Bonney, y<m ought not to talk so,” said Mrs. Perry, uneasily. “It’s the truth," said Mrs. Bonney. “However, do us yon pleuse. It’s privilege which people generally claim, I have observed; kill yourself if you like. Perhaps the third Mrs. Perry will be a little more sensible.” So Mrs. Bonney put the bouquet of tea-rose buds, which she had brought, into water, and tripped laughingly home, while Alice, clasping her hands over her throbbing temples, tried to ask herself, which was right, hersell or Mrs. Bonney, and in which direc tion her path of duty really and actu ally lay. And it was at this critical moment that she heard the nasal, monotonous voice of her mother-in-law dowu stairs talking to her husband, and uttering the sentence which opens our sketch. “She ain’t the same sort as your first wife, Henry," said Mrs. Perry. Senior, “and she never will bo, let her try as she will. She hasn’t got the faculty, you see.” "She lay there quite still and quiet, with closed eyes. She never opened them when Henry Perry himself tip toed into the room, and, believing ber asleep tiptoed oat again, mattering to himself: “Poor little daisy, she is entirely done up!” The next morning, however, Alice rose and dressed herself with care. “Bless me,” said Mrs. Perry, Sr., where aro you going, Alice?” “To the village,” answered Alice “What lor,” cross-questioned the elder matron. . , V. , , (1 “To engage a dress-maker and seamstress first, said Mrs. Perry, Jr., “and to got a strong girl to do the bonse-work next.” “A girl!” soreamed the old la dy. “Dorothy never—” "No,” said Alice; “I know sho nev er kept a servant. But Dorothy cleaned and churned and swept her self out of the world. Fve no inten tion of settling my own career in that sort of way. I find that I can’t do the work of this farm myself without breaking down my health, nnd shut ting myself ont of the world of books and science. I do not think my hus band desires snch a sacrifice—” “Of coarse I don’t,” said Henry, promptly. “The house has been as lonely as a convent since you buried yourself in the kitchen and dairy. I married yon for a companion, not a drudge. Have half a dozen servants, if yon like, Alice, only let us have books and music and pleasant wood land walks again.” TJiank yon, dearest!” said Alice, as she kissed bis forehead. Mrs- Perry, Sr., rolled up her eyes and clasped her hands, und declared eotto voce she didn’t know what this world was coming to. Mrs. Bonney was feeding chickens at her own door when Alice Perry returned from her walk to the village. Are you better?” asked tbiB young red republican, smiling cordially. ‘Thanks,” Alice answered, “I am much better. I have just engaged a sewing woman and a stout Swedish servant girl to do the house-work at the farm. I am no longer ambitions to do all that Dorothy did. ” And Mrs. Bonney waved her snn bonnet in the air, and exclaimed: ‘Bravo! There will be uo third Mrs. Perry after all." And her words were prophetic Mr. Editor: Will yon please tell mo who was “David’s wife’s mother ?”— Certainly, with pleasure. David’s wife’s motuer was David’s mother-in- law. TUB RTATK Kevlewed with shear* mw* Pencil. There is considerable talk of build ing a narrow-gauge ftmd from the B. & A. to Isabella.—^-Worth Star* The Pulaski cotton factory will be sold before the court house door in Hawkinsville on the first Tuesday in August. Thomasville is meditating lighting herself with gas, provided satisfacto ry arrangements can be made with-a gas company. Mrs. Betsy Yoang, <>f Dmminy’e mill, Irwin county, has never taken a -lose or medicine from » doctor nor seen a railroad. The following new post offices have been established in Georgia: Morell, in Heard county, and Vineyard, in Spalding county. The fruit evaporator at i-irifiin is at full blast. Twenty baud* are kept busy preparing the fruit for the dry ing process, and a large business is being built up in that industry. A furniture manufacturing compa ny has been organized in Atlanta with a capital stock of $40,000 The com pany will operate under the corporate name of Atlanta Spring Bed Manu facturing Co.. The youngest member .of the late convention was Mr. Dudley DoBose, of Washington, Wilkes county. Mr. DuBose, who is a grandson of Gener al Robert Toombs, bus . no> yet seen his nineteenth birthday. ' The paupers taken cure of by Bar tow county cost the county $7 per month. There are fifteen inmates of the panper farm, and they are well oared for and well satisfied with the treatment they receive. Judge Cunningham, of Griffin, has made another shipment of peaches, in a refrigerator cur, this time to Cincin nati, containing about one thousand crates, out of which only five crates were damaged. The shipment netted him $414 00. Albert Cherry, living m-nr Calhoun, was booing bis potatoes a fowl days ago, barefooted, and as nfa toe worked up through the loose dm, he mistook it for a snake’s bead, and, with u vio lent blow,, cat it oil with his hoe. The building of a railway from Griffin to Jackson, to connect with the Macon and Brunswick extension to Atlanta, is seriously agitating Griffin. It shonld be built by all means, and it would probably prove the first link of the long contemplated railway between Grifliu and Madison. According to the act of the Legis lature, approved Sept. 18th, 1881, on the first Monday in August next, or within thirty days thereafter, nud bi ennially thereafter, the Jnry Commis sioners shall meet and revise the jury lists of the several counties of the Stole.’ ' ,7 T, .*] taoxS net Bafefto the midst of beef season, wo are luxuriating on fine steak.— Should this luxury become scarce down your way, come up and we will try and furnish you a few square meals.—Irwin Go. Correspondent B* C.Ncws. O, that we hungry Bruuswickers might receive a small importation from that correspondent’s place oi abode. / Troup factory has just completed its first year under its new organiza tion and management, showing a clear net profit of twenty-four per cent This has been done by an old factory with old machinery, and if such results can be shown under such disadvantages, what may uot bo ex pected from cotton manu facto red in the South with plenty <>f capital and new and improved machinery? ^