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VOLUME VIII.
BRUNSWICK, GEORGIA, SATURDAY, DECEMBER 9,1882.
The Advertiser and Appeal,
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Brunswick, (
CITY OFFICERS.
Mayor- M. J. Colson. M . _
Aldermen— J. J. Spears, J. F. Harrey, F. J. Doer-
Singer, 8. C. Littlefield, J. V. Cooper, I. Wilder,
W. W. Hardy, J. B. Cook.
Clerk it Treaturtr—James Houston.
Chief Marshal—J. E. Lambrlght.
Policemen—D. B. Goodbrcad, W. H. Rainey, C. B.
Moore, 0. W. Byrd. .....
Keeper of Guard Hove and Clerk of Market-D. A-
Moore.
Port Phyiteian—J. 8. Blaln.
City Phytician—J. B. Robins.
Sexton While Cemetery—C. O, Moore.
Sextan Colored Cemetery—Jackie Whito.
Harbor Matter—Matthew Shannon.
Port Wardrm—fho.O'Connor, A, E. Wattles, J.
M. Dexter.
STANDING COMMITTCKfi Ot COUNCIL*
Finance—Wilder, Cook aud 8pear*.
Stbkist*, Drains h Bridom— Harvey. Hardy and
Littlefield. _ ,
Town commons—Harrer, Hardy and Speara.
CucETSRiKa—Littlefield. Docrilinger and Hardy.
Hutson—Hardy, Cook and Littlefield,
PIiblic building*—Harvey, Jouper and Wilder.
RjHluoadh—Wilder, Spear* and Hwdy.
Education—Cook, Couper and Wilder.
I Chabity—Speara, Harvey and Cook.
Fuue DBPABTMKjrr—Doerfllngar, Haray and Speara,
Police—Wilder, Cook and Harvey.
UNITED STATES OFFICEK8.
Collector of Cuatoma—II* P. Farrow.
Collector Interuantoronue—D. T. Dunn.
Deputy Marshal—T. W. Dexter.
Fontuiaater—Linua North.
Commissioner—0. H. Dextor.
Shipping Commissioner—Q. J. Hell.
OCEAN LODGE No 214.F-A-M.
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NUMBER 23.
A Hasty Cor\clusior\.
Regular communication, of tide Lodge ere held on
to llret end third Uondeys In eech month, »t T:w
the lint and third Mondays
° vuitiug’and all brethreu In good standing aro Ira
tern ally invited to attend.
J. J. SPEARS,
Secretary.
SEAPORT
O. K. FLANDERS,
W.U
Me.U every Tttmdaynljjht m Mght^c^ R Q
B. HIB8CH, V. O.
IAS. E. LAMBBIOHT. P. A B. Hoc rotary.
OGLETHORPE LODGE. NO. 24-K. OP P.
Meets every Wedneedey night at eight o’clock.
Vi,King end all brethren is good .landing at
fraternally Invited to etwnd. C Q
MAX BICE, V. C.
A. E. WATTLES, K. of B. end S.
MILLINERY!
Miss HETTIE WILLIAMS
,S NOW H^EIVIRO^LAROE^DWEUcSE.
Millinery & Fancy Goods,
laces op. all descriptions,
Pattern Bonnets
lu ail the latest style., Juit from Sew York.
A full line of
OoilarettesLadies’Underwcar
CIIILDIIEN’S DHESSES Etc.
Dress-Making a Specialty,
Iu all the in out fashionable styles, order* prompt
ly filled. aprlH-iy
~d. $. CeoYarv,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
DR ups WICK, GEORGIA.
Office next to Advbbth»kb and ArpfjtL building*
Harris i Smith
Attorneys ami Ct ^ .ors at Law,
Will practice in all the court* of the Brunswick Cir
cuit, and in McIntosh county of the ta«tern Lir-
• nit, an-1 iu.tl!e U. 8. Court*. Office on Newca*Ue
street. near the Advebtwkb and Appeal office,
Uruuswick Georgia. JtnJS-iy
“By-by, Dolly. Don’t Bit bp for me
I mayn't be home til) late.”
And handsome Dick Everett, seal
capped and overcoated, bent to kiss
bis little wife.
“Must yon really go, Dick ?” ira
ploringly.
"Mast I really go!” he repeated.—
“What a dreadful solemn face! Yes,
you ridiculous darling, I really must,”
“Why?” persistently.
“Oh, because of an—an engage
ment I—I cannot break, dear,” a tri
fle guiltily,
"With whom ?”
“Good gracious ! wbut an inquisi
tive little mortal it is, to bo sure!
Don’t trouble your pretty Load with
business engagements; and once more
my pet, good-bye. And—oh, I say
Dolly,” turoibg back and putting a
furry bead inside the door, “if you’re
iu search of a job, I jnst wish you’d
mend my overcoat. I noticed a big
tear on the cars—it’s an ugly tear.—
Will you ?”
And. to this rather discontented
speech, Mrs. Dick nodded, nnd smiled
a bright acquiescence.
The door slammed behind Dick,
and she glanced around tbe cozy,
bome-like room.
“If only Dick had not been obliged
to go out—and snob a cold night,
too.”
Tbe gas burned brightly; tbe cher
ry fire in tbe grate was a bed of gol
den coals; tbe French clock on tbe
mantel ticked musically. Toward the
crimson-covered table, on which lay a
pile of unopened magazines, looked
two wistful blue eyes. But tbe bride
of six months shook herdaintyjbronze-
brown bead with resolate determina
tion; and the rosy lips repeated tbe
hackneyed formula, “Duty first,pleas
ure after.”
So, accordingly, tbe little white
bands laboriously lugged and hanled
Dick's big overcoat into tbe room,
turned it over and commenced tbeir
occupations. She smiled softly to
herself for her thoughts were pleas
ant ones, as sbe sat and sewed—a
rarely pretty picture in tbe parlor’s
firelight glow—tbe childish figure in
tbe soft dark dress and snowy maslin
apron, the busy baud flying briskly
through tbeir task.
fTo-morrow will bo my birth-day,
and Dick has forgotten it I know.—
How sorry be will be when I tell bint
to-morrow.”
Aud as she broke merrily into
“Cornin’ Thro’ tbe Rye,” the dainty
French clock on the low marble man
tle silvery struck ten.
Sbe paused, smilingly, with needle
suspended, to bear the mad, merry
waltz that tinkled ont from tbe little
bronze enpids.
Her task finished, she turned the
coat over to see if it needed any fur
ther repairs, and ns she did so a
small square sheet of paper fluttered
from an inside pocket and fell upon
the erimson carpet.
She bent forward and picked it up
with a low laugh.
“Which of Dick’s friends is suffi
ciently foppish to perfume his letters,
I wonder?”
Then she tnrued it right side up
and looked at it. And then she saw
—wbat?
Nothing very terrifying, certainly.
Only a thick sheet of embossed paper,
stamped with a monogram, in azure
and gold, incomprehensible, as mon
grams usually are.
A woman’s letter, decidedly—writ
ten in a pretty, scrawling, irregular
hand, unmistakably a woman’s.
Tbe bird-liko song died on Dolly
Everett’s lips; the soft, bright color
faded slowly out of her face; the blue
ojes grew wider aud startled, as de
liberatoly, though almost involuutari
ly, she rend tbe few words on tbe note
before her. Tbe note ran:
Dick Dablino—I have missed you
dreadfully of late. Come! Exercise
diplomacy to-night and slip away,
bate her for keeping yon from nib.—
Beside, Gerster is in town. Is the
hint too broad ? In spite of all, Dick
ever your Edith
This was all, but it was CDOugb.—
For a few moments Dolly’s eyes, blaz
ing, terrified, stared straight at the
futeful sheet as though they would
shrivel it up with thei» blue fire.
Then she flung it sbndderingly
from her, as though it were a venom
ous thing and could sting her.
Who was the woman thnt dnrod
write to Dick—her Dick ? Yes, sbe
told herself with an air of defiaot
proprieor-ship, hers only.
She crushed her band tightly to
gether till the diamond next the plain
gold circle cut. the white flesh cruelly
Then as a horrible suspicion leaped
to life in ber brain, with a low moan
sho slipped from ber chair nnd
crouched shivering against tbe great
shaggy overcoat.
Her fears took tangible shape.—
Wbat if he had gone to meet this wo
man ? For tbe first time be bad evad
ed answering her questions.
Aud how guilty aud hurried be bad
seemed—so horribly bappy and light
hearted, too I A thousand words and
glances, before almost unnoticed, now
flashed upon her. She snatched up
tbe note again and looked at it.
It was dated the evening of that
day.
“Ob, Dick 1 Dick I” she cried wildly,
“how could you ? And—I loved you
sol”
Then, with a sadden storm of sobs,
she broke down altogether, and bu
rying ber face iu tbe crumpled over
coat, wept like ber very heart was
breaking, tbe graceful little figure
shaken and convulsed. #
The fire burned low in tbe grate
under a coating of gray ashes.
Eleven I Now sbe did net pause to
listen to the silver music.
Footsteps came up tbe sidewalk to
tbe steps; a latch-key turned cautious
ly iu tbe door. She neither heard nor
stirred. Iu tbe ball Dick paused, a
curious smile on bis lips.
"Doll’s asleep, os sure as fate 1”
He divested himself of bat and
overcoat, and bumming s popular air,
turned the handle of the parlor door.
"And listen while I tell you of tbe
ba—”
“Goodness! Dolly, what’s tbe mat
ter?”
His song came to an untimely end
as be caught sight of tbe sobbing,
shaking little figure on tbe hearthrug.
He took one stride towards ber, but
at the sound of bis voice sho bad
sprung to ber feet with crimson
cheeks and dangerously sparkling
eyes.
“Stand off, sir ! Don’t dare to touch
me!”
‘Great Heavens! Dolly—" in di
rect bewilderment.
“Don’t Dolly me 1” facing him like
a diminutive tigress—“don’t dare
to 1”
“Dolly 1”
“Don’t mention my name go soon
after hers—this Edith to whom you
aro ‘Dick Darling I’”
“Dolly—”'
“Can you find no other word with
which to defend or vindicate yonrself,
except in the repetition of my name?”
this last with unnatural calmness.
The temperature had wafted around
from tbe torrid to tbe frigid zone.
“Have you gone mad ?” slowly.
“If I havo, find tbeovuse—there 1”
Scornfully she. flung him the crum
pled sheet.
He snatched it eagerly nnd read
every word.
“Where did you get this, Dolly ?”
“There I” '
“Where ?” in blank astonishment.
She pointed dramatically at tbe
tumbled overcoat.
He glanced from tbe note to tbe
coat, and from tbe coat to the note,
and then at Dolly.
Sbe wns longing desperately to
steady ber voice and still ber heart
sufficiently to ask him how be liked
Gerster, just to exhibit a piece of
stinging »arcasm, but she could Dot
to save her life.
There was n blank silence a mo
ment, tben Dick walked over nud
picked up tbe overcoat.
Hark! wbat was that? Not a laugh
surely 1
Yes, n laugh I The mnddest, merri
est, wildest peal that ever rang from
human lips.
There on the henrtb-rag stood Dick
the coat bad fallen loosely on .the
floor, bis bands on both hips, and
laughing—well, he wns. •' > <
“Dick I” in faltering amazement*
“Yes!” howled Dick. “Ob, Doily,
it’s tbe best joke of tbe sekson.—
Oh-h—” r > j-;
And tbeu be roared likh a circus-
mad school boy again. ....
“Dick—tell me 1” ,]j . ,t<0f
Tben, seeing ber white, anxious
face, be grew suddenly grave.
“Dolly, did you look at tbe envel
ope?” ft , lf>
“I saw none.” „ .
He showed ber tbe slip that had
fluttered, unnoticed, under the tablet
She read the address:
Richard Harvey, Esq.
192, South st., City.
“Dolly, did you particularly notice
tbe overcoat?”
A tremendous “No 1”
“Look 1 See that velvet collar, those
buttons, this pocket-book I Is this
my overcoat?”
Ob, Dick, oiy dearest, forgive me I
No, no, no I” ,
Sho was sobbiDg in his arms now.
“My darling! But," bubbling
again into boyish laughter, "what a
glorious joke 1 To think that I should
walk borne in and that you should
mend Dick Harvey’s overcoat ? Won
der if bis folks are going through my
pockets now. Who’s Edith ? His
sweetheart whom ho has to sneak off
to see, because of a formidable heir
ess staying at bis bouse at present, to
whom his folks are trying to marry
him. Ho told me all about it”
“Dick"—sby arms wont creeping
about bis neck, aud blue eyes looked
luminous through tbeir tears—“I’m
never going to be jealous again. I—
in not even going to ask you wbero
you were to-nigbt,” with triumphant
heroism, underlnid by a Stratum of
maddening curiosity.
“My pet, I was just going to tall
you, but these will speak better than
can. You see I had not quite for
gotten what day to-morry would bo.”
He had drawn a leather case from
his pocket, / and touching a spring,
disclosed a set and necklet of milk-
white pearls on a turquoise velvet
bed.
Ob-b, Dick 1"
A long-drawn breath, a rapturous
lightning of blue eyes, a lifting of ro
sy lips, and then—well, when she got
through, Dick thought himself well
repaid.
“Won’t there be fun at tbe office to
morrow ? Jealous of Dick Harvey 1
But, by Jupiter, wbat a reception I
got 1 Ob—, oh 1 Dolly, Dolly, Dolly,
U the best joko on record 1”
OUR HIGHEST GOOD,
(The matter for thla column will be fnrnlehed
weekly by Ret. W. T. Lloyd, peelor cl tbe Metbo-
dlet church of thla city.—Ed.)
Opportunity increases responsibili
ty.
Duty is the highest word in the En
glish language.
“Santa Clans” is one humbug that
should be kept up.
Succeeding tbe election excitement
will come that of tbe holidays. See
to it that tbe tide of religious interest
runs highest all the time.
To wbat extent does conscience in
fluence your conduct ? Do you regu
late your business with reference to
this important faculty of tbe soul ?
A good man may be drawn into a
petty controversy, but in bis inmost
heart be deplores tbe necessity for so
doing. A little delay before striking
baok will often arrest altogether the
suspended blow.
If, after you have done tbe best yon
could, you fret over the result, it
■bows that you have a lesson to learn,
namely: That the blessing subjective
ly is in tbe true endeavor, not in tbe
visible result.
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Tbe influence of religion should bo
an atmosphere pervading all things
connected withoarjieiog. It ought
to be the element in which tbe Chris
tian Hues, rather than the sanctuary
to wbiob be retires.
It the habitual thought that
frames itself into our life. It affects
us even more than oar intimate social'
relations do. Our confidential friends
have not SO much to do in shaping
oar lives as the thoughts have which
we harbor.
“I am a missionary in my nursery,”
onoe remarked a Christian mother.—
“Six pair of little eyes are daily watch
ing my looks, as well ns listening to
my words, and I with my children
never to see in me that which they
may not imitate."
In self-examination, take no account
of yourself by your thoughts and res
olutions in the days of religion and
solemnity, bat examine bow it is with
yon in tbe days of ordinary conversa
tion, and in the circumstances of sec
ular employment.
It is a good thing for a Christian
mao to be subjected to hostile criti
cism et times. It tests his temper and
may reveal to him unsuspected weak
ness. An unexpected attack is a call
to self-examination as much aa it is a
call of self-defense.
Winter is here. We should remem
ber that all people do not live in com
fortable bouses witn plenty of warm
clothes to wear and good fires to sit
by. There are poor peoplo who would
gladly receive any help in tbe way of
clothing or wouJ 3 on might see fit to
bestow.
When Christmas with its cheer and
comfort comes, and yon are preparing
nice things for your own little ones,
be sure to think of children who have
no father, or no means to prepare for
this joyous festival Your own heart
will be lighter aod your little ones
happier, if you will gladden the heart
of some little orphan by tbe trifle
which you cau so easily spare. :
A little pruiso judiciously bestowed
helps wonderfully sometimes. Many
a poor man who is making an honest
effort to do tbe best be can, needs tb’e
encouragement of a kind word nnd a
little notice. Some people are so ac
customed to censure aod fault-finding
that they never see anything good in
others. Relinquish your habit of cen-
soriousucss and try a little praise, and
see if you will not accomplish more
good than you are doing now.