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'' : '-t 4 J 3- % -«• ‘ •• | ! ' . •'•■•> •' % a ? * + f r . ^ - i ■■ , >• ^ 4*’-f f-fw * VOLUME VIII. BRUNSWICK, GEORGIA, SATURDAY, DECEMBER 9,1882. The Advertiser and Appeal, IS PUBLISHED EVERT SATURDAY, AT BRUNSWICK. - GEORGIA T. Car. STACY. Subscription Mates. Oxecopjone jeer...-. ....fl 00 One ropy six month* 1 00 AOrertlsementa from reeponelbl* pxrtlee wlU bo publlehed until ordered ont, vben the time ie not epeclfled, end poyment exacted eccordingly. Commnnlcetjone for Individual benefit, or of a personal charicter. charged aa adrertiaemenU. Marriages and obituary noticea not exceeding lour lines, aollcted for publication. When r cocdlng that apace, charged aa adrertiaamenta. Allletters and communications should be ad dressed to the undersigned. T. «. STACY 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. A = 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. ' l (It . 1,. ... • 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.