Advertiser and appeal. (Brunswick, Ga.) 1882-188?, October 24, 1885, Image 1

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Newspaper Page TextVOLUME XI. -fr BRUNSWICK, GEORGIA, SATURDAY. OCTOBER U, 1885 NUMBER 19. The Advertiser and Appeal, IS PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY, AT BRUNSWICK, - GEORGIA, BY T. G. STACY & SON. Subscription Hates, One copy one year $2 00 One copy six month* 1 00 Advertisement* from responsible parties will be published until ordered out, when the lime i* not specified, and payment exacted accordingly. Communications for individual benefit, or of a personal character, charged as advertisements, fijsrriages and obituary notices not exceeding our lines, sollcted for publication. When ex teed ng that space, charged as advertisements. All letters and communications should be ad dressed to Advertiser and Appeal* Brunswick, Georgia. A Trap to Catch True Love OCEAX LODGE. No. 214. F. & A. M. Regular commuulca .-on* of this Lodge are held on the first and third Mondays iu .ach month, at 7:00 o’clock. P. M. Visiting and nil brethren i:i i:»>d standing are fra< tern ally invited to Attend. DU. O. L. nOHLATTER, W. M. AS. E. LAMBIilGHT, Secretary. SEAPORT 4 LODGE. No. CS. I. 0. 0. F.. MS|E. LAMBRIOUT, P. * R. Seerutary. OGLETHORPE LODGE, NO. 24-K. OF P. Meets at their Castle Hall, in Michelson’s build ing, every Wednesday at H p. m. Visiting knights in good standing are fraternally invited to attend^ SECTION NO. 595, E. R., moats First Wednesday in every month. T. B. FERGUSON, President. H. J. REID, Secretary. NGENNESS LODGE, No. 21)05. KNIGHTS OP HONOR, „ j» outh at 7:3UP. E. A. Nelson, Dictator. D. O. Owen, Financial Reporter. MAGNOLIA LODGE. No. 1105, AMERICAN LEGIONIOF HONOR. Regular meotings 2d and 4th Friday* n each mouth at 8:00 P. M. * T. O. 8TACY, Commander. J. T. LAMBRIOUT. Secretary. SlAPORT LODGE, I. 0. G. T„ NO. r>8. f W. S. BLAIN, W. H. The Young Men’s Christian Axsocintion holds its prayermeetiug f«»r men every .-sabbath afternoon at 3 o’clock at the MethoUiat church. Everyone is wel come. 1 MORE EVE-GLASSES. NO MORE WEAK EYES! MITCHELL’S EYE-SALVE! A certain, safe and efficient P.emedy for SORE, WEAK AND INFLAMED EYES, Cures Tear Drops. Groniilstion, Stye Tumors, Red Eyes, ulntted Eve * Lashes, and producing quick belief and perma nent CURE. Also equally efficacious when used in other mala dies, such as Ulcers, Fever Sores, Tumors. Bait Iiheum. Burns, Pile*, «r v l.er.-ver inflammation ex< irttri, MITCUKLL’.S uiuy he used to advau- %tage. Mold by nil DrutrulatM n*. 2/>c. A. D. GALE & SON, LOCAL DENTISTS, BRUNSWICK, - GEORGIA. Parties having work in the dental lino will And to their interest to call. OiU *e iu new Kaiser block over tor* I.loyd .trains. D.D Atkinson DENTIST, BRUNSWICK, - - GEORGIA. Office up «talrf in Wright’s new ho 11 ding. j e 2:i MUSIC. I am prepared to give musical Instruction on all STRING AND BRASS INSTRUMENTS. Violin a specialty. Headquarters at Glover \ Datin'* store. R-tf P»t*K. Fit. HI EM AN. Courtland Symmes, ATTORNEY AT LAW, 1RUXSWICK. - GEORGIA. ffice in Moore A McCrary's building. Miss Frinfouce Needham was the milk-room, beating eggs for regular old-fashioned sponge cake, and hntnming the burden of some old ballad that bad been fashionable in her youth, when a shadow fell acrosss her ohecked bib apron, and Miss Needham looked up. There stood a handsome, browt faced young man with hazel eyes, wavy dark hair, and a slim, straight figure like'a pine tree. “Ob, it’s yon, is it?" said Miss Prudence, whisking ber egg spoon around, without so much as a min nte’s ^cessation. “Yes, aunty, it’s I,” said Kenneth Dare, and then in the well remem' bered formula of hia boyish days, be added, “Give me a coekey ?” “Go ulong with your cookies,” said Aunt Prudence, with a twinkle at the corners of her mouth; “I’ve no time to attend to you, Kenneth Yes, I have too,” she added sad denly, as she caught sight of a cer tain pallor on his cheek and a drawn look around bis eyes, “Ken, you aren’t sick ?’’ “No—not sick. It's n mind dis eased that you had better be minis taring to, aunty-^-tbat’s what it is I’’ “A—which ?” asked asked Aunt Prudence, somewbut puzzled. “Oh! ‘I see. It’s tknt little torment of Helen Baldwin has been tensing you ! Now, Kenneth, said Miss Prudence solemuly, “tell me the truth !” “There’s not much to tell. She doesn't care for me.” “How do you know ?” “How do I koow the sun Bhines ?” “Has she told you so ?” “Not in so-many words, perhaps, but there are some things which hardly call for a verbal statement.” “But Kenneth—” “Oh, aunty, aunt, don’t pray, talk about it any more ! If my whole life is to be wrecked, I can best endure it in silence. Only—I did think she loved me.” Ho bowed his head upon the win dow casing a moment in silence; and when he again raised it be was pale as ashes. Aunt Prudence said never a word mure, but she set down her basin of eggs. Dennetk Dare was dear to ber as any cherished son could be to the most doting mother, and she bad no more spirit for the manufacture of yellow-hearted cake. Wbeu Kenneth was gone with his fishing-pole to the shadowy little trout stream among the gray rocks beyond the wheat field, Aunt Pru dence sat down to think. "Kenneth's a fool," said she; “but dear, dear! we are all fouls once in a life time, I s'pose, and if be has really set his heart on the moon, why the moou he must have!” H<len Brown was sitting on the doornb p feeding a swarm of downy yel'ow little chickens, when Aunt Prudence Needham came up the gar den path. Helen Baldwin was the prettiest girl in the village. Women do not generally like to acknowledge this thing of ono another, but as Aum Prudence came up the walk, she could not but confess that Helen Baldwin was wonderously pretty to look upon. “Morning, Helen,” was Aunt Pru- ienco’s salutation as the yellow chick ens scattered away to the right and left before her determined progress, “Presently—after I’ve just caught my breath a little. Nice obickens, these. We haven’t had no luck with ours this season, with the cats and the gapes and the old gray hawk. But I shall have more time to see to them after awhile; Kenneth is going away this week." “Is be ?” No eye but the keen orb peculiar to womankind in general, and to Aunt Prudence Needham in particu lar, conld have detected the s'igbt deepening of the carmine velvet of Helen Baldwin’s oheek, or the drop of the long hlaok eyelashes, as the girl sat motionless. “Yes,” and Miss Peudence heaved a small, spasmodic sigh; “I don' s’pose I’ll oversea much of him again.’' “Why ?" questioned Helen, with a shrug of her shoulders. “I suppose he isn’t going to Patagonia Alaska?” ‘There are things that estrange one more widely than going to Pata^ gonia or Alaska,” hinted Miss Pru dence obscurely, “It strikes me you ye dealing in mysteries to-day, Miss Needham ?” I don’t mean to be mysterious, I’m sure. You've always been like one of our own folks, so I don’t mind telling you.” “Telling me what ?” said Helen, a little impatiently. “I can’t imagine what you can possibly mean.” Miss Prudenco rubbed ber plump, white bands complacently together. “What should yon say, my dea,” she whispered, “to a wedding in the family ?” “A wedding ? You are not goiug to bo married, surely, Miss Pru dence?” .. d 3$ “Me ? Nonsense and fiddlesticks 1 I’m not one of the marrying kind. I ts Kenneth I mean.” "Kenneth ?’’ “Abd wbat would say to a rich lady up iu Boston, my dear? Aba! you may well open your eyes, but I always said our Kenneth’s handsome face would mtiko his fortune for him !’’ In the momentary silence that fol lowed, Helen Baldwin felt that she must say something, although her heart had almost stopped heating, and a gradual paleness was creeping over her face. “I—am sure I shall be among the first to congratulate him,” sbo said faintly. “Just what I told him myself,” cried Aunt Prudence. “I says to him—says, Kenneth, Helen Baldwin ought to be among the first that's told, for you nnd she’—but dear sakes alive, there's your mother, and I lin'd clean forgotten all about the 'Job's troubles' quilt.” And away bustled Miss Prudence to meet Mrs. Baldwin. Helen sat just where the old lady had left her just ns mute and motiooless as if she had suddenly been stricken to stone. "It can't be possible !"* she mur mured to herself raising suddenly up. No—it cannot be possible!” Aud then, trying her graceful straw fiat over her face, Helen went out into the mud er solitude of the woods. She felt that just then si e must be alone, for a little while at least. Helen Baldwin Imd made too sure of the handsome young captive to ner fresh beauty. Was it possible that her contemptuous coquetry had induced a reaction ? Was he lost for- Ami Helen, bowing her face ‘Is your mother at home ? I ve come i n p, m | ler i, M uds, felt for the moment to see about getting that Job’s qtuli j . | under way. j '. e . . I -Ye*, she is III home, Miss Pru-1 cl, " r ' n ,n bi r w. aned eyes, [deuce; will yon walk in?’’ I There was a rustle on further interest or the forest moss, a crackling of the underbrush, and Helen started up, turning red and white, for her woman’s instincts told her that it was Kenneth’s Dare’s step. Ho raised his bat with a sort of cool conrteonsness, as he passed, but showed no indications of an in tention to pause. Helen’s throbbed high—the fate of her life time seomed to hang on a singlo mo ment. “Kenneth 1” She spoke softly—so softly that it was straDge Le caught the murmured syllables. But the ear of true love is wonderously quick, and he turned in an instant. “Did yon call me, Helen ?’’ “Yes. Oh, Kenneth, is this true?" “Don’t play with me, Kenneth— don't torturo me!” she cried vehe mently. “You knew that I loved you—that I love yon still—and yet yon are false to me. I know it is too late; but I mast speak out or I shall die.” "Yes,” she said bitterly, “it is all very well to take refuge in a pretense of ignorance: but you knew, Kenneth, you kuew all the while, that I loved you.” And thou suddenly descending af ter the fashion of womankind, from the high pedestal of reproachful an-* ger, Helen Baldwin began to cry as if ber heart would break. Keunetb drew ber bands gently nway from ber wet eyes. “Nelly!” ‘•You have forgotten the Boston girl, sir!’’ “Helen, my treasure, repeat those words once again.* Tell me that yon love me.” “It makes no difference now,” sob' bed Helen, “whether I do or not. You—you are going to be married to somebody else I” “Never, Helen ! Wbat strange mis understanding are you laboring un der? Who has told you that I was going to be married ?’’ "Your Aunt Prudence,” faltered Helen, with a gleam of hope begin ning to dawn through her darkness. “There is some unaccountable mis take here. I am not going to be mar ried, unless”—he smiled and hesitated —“it is to you, Helen. Shall it be SO ?” And whon they returned to the bouse, where Aunt Prudence and Mrs. Baldwin were quilting cozily in the np stairs front room they were engaged. Aunt Prudence looked np os they entered and gave them one good, long look. “Ab," she said, after the scrutiny was ended, "I see how it is! I’ll take the wax, if you please, Mrs. Baldwin. “Bat Aunt Pradeuce,” said Ken neth, a little reproachful!, “bow came you to tell Helen such an imaginary Boston girl ?” “I told her no Btory,” said Auut Prudence. “I only asked ber what she would think of sneb young per son ?” “But you told ber I was goiug to ba married.” “So yon are, ain't yon ?” SHid Aunt Prudence, with sly twiukli of the eves behind ber spectacles. “Kenneth," said Helen, who bed been mentally revolving the riddle, “I see it ail. Anut Prudence bus woven a web of stategera around me— and—after all, I'm not very angry.” So Auut Prudence went home to look up her very best receipt for wed- ding cake, iu a little mannscript book that bung aronnd the milkroom door. The Czar of Rossis is bat forty years old. It is not proper, tbera- lore, to cull him an old Czardine. THE BEST ADVICE. It is narrated that John K. Porter, dow famous throughout the State for his brilliant attainments, when a young mau was assigned by the court the defense of a man charged with assault in the second degree to give the accused the best advice be could under the eircumstanci s and to bring the case to a trial with all convenient speed. Porter immediately retired to an adjacent room to consult with his client, mid returned shortly with out him. “Where is your client?” demanded the astonished Judge. “He has left the place, I guess,” re plied Porter, with the most refresh ing sang froid. “Left the placet Why, ulna do you mean, Mr. Porter ?” “Why, your Honor direi ted me to give him the best advice I could un der the circumstances. He told me he was guilty, so I advised him to cut and run for it. He took my ad- . vioe, as a client ought, opened the window and skedaddled. He is about a mile away noqp” The very audacity of the young barrister deprived the court of the power of speech aDd nothing came of the matter. lift’s Vpe .and (Downs. Augusta (Ga.) Correspondence Athons Banner- Watchman. That the wheel of fortune is ever revolving finds an illustration iu this county. There is a young girl now working ont by the day near Au gusta, and in most destitute nnd de pendent circumstances, who was rear ed in the lap of luxury, and until late years knew not the meaning of the meaning ’of the word want. Her grandfather gave $10,000 to the Wes leyan Uoivereity, and while the beau ty and wealth of Georgia are now reaping the results of his generous gift, this old man’s own flesh and blood is toiling at the wash tub and cooking stove for the bare necessities of life. There is an another instance in the same neighborhood where a young man, on more than one occa sion, lit bis cigar with a ten dollar bill. His.only daughter now ekes out a meagre existecce by teaching a country school I know families who a decade ago were drinking the dregs of poverty, now rolling in wealth, nnd vice versa. The makers of safes have seeming ly secured a triumph in the unremit ting warfare between them and the scientific burglars. The latest fashion is to make the exterior of a safe per fectly smooth, without any joints for the insertion of wedges. The door has no bale through it, and, more over, is air tight This prevents the introduction of powder by means of the blow pipe, and. fiimt’v, the time lock if arranged so '.Uui cvnu an ex plosion of dynamite inside the plates of the doors cannot disarrange it. At least this is what the safe-makers as sert. Americas Recorder: A little negro iu this city has the honor of owning the only tame 'possum ever iu Ameri- ens. About two weeks ago, while out iu the woods be fonnd him aud car ried him borne. Now lie is as tame as cat and about Is large. It is rare that a ’possum is caught youog enough to tame. Johnny, what were you saying to that deg ?” asked a moihn of ber lit tle sou. “I was jnst talking to him, and said iu him, ‘You have a good time of it. You don't b n o to wash yonr face or comb your [hair, and yon don't even h»vo to go to school.”

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Advertiser and appeal. (Brunswick, Ga.) 1882-188?, October 24, 1885, Image 1