Advertiser and appeal. (Brunswick, Ga.) 1882-188?, November 07, 1885, Image 1

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Newspaper Page Textaiuerti VOLUME XT. BRUNSWICK, GEORGIA, SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 7, 1885 NUMBER 21. Tlie Advertiser and Appeal, IS PUBLISHED EVEUY SATURDAY, AT BRUNSWICK, - GEORGIA, T. G. STACY & SON. Subserlptlon Kates, One copy one year $2 00 One copy alz montha 1 00 Advertisements from responsible parties wi published nntil ordered out, when the time is specified, and payment exacted accordingly. Communications for individual benefit, or personal character, charged aa advertisements. Marriages and obituary notices not exceeding our lines, solicted for publication. When exceed ’ arged as advertisements. communications should be ad< OCEAN LODGE, No. 214, P. Js A. M. Regular cotntnunlcavcue' the first aud third Mondays i o’clock. If. M. Visiting and all brethren in temally invited to attend. jod standing are fra- DR. C. L. SCHLATTER, W. M. AS. E. LAMBR1GHT, Secretary. 8EAP0KT LODGE. No. 68. I. 0. 0. F.. Clings, n.g. /|l3. E. LAMBRIGHT. P. & R. SocreUry. OGLETHORPE LODGE, NO. 24-K. OP P. Meets at their Castle Hall. ia Mich el ton’s build ing, every Wednesday at a p. ra. Visiting knights in good standing are fraternally Invited to attend. H.S. MCCRARY, O.O. V. R. MITCHELL, K. of R. and S. SECTION NO. 595. E. R., moots First Wednesday In evory month. T. B. FERGUSON, President. .H. J. REID, Secretary. The Strawberry Girl. A ftOOD LOVK STOItV. NGENNESS LODGE, No. 2905, KNIGHTS OP HONOR. Regular mooting* 1st and 3d Fridays In each ontb at T :3u P. M. E. A. Kelsoii, Dictator. D. O. Owen, Financial ltcportor. 5IAGN0LU WDGE. No. 1105, AMERICAN LEGI0NI0P HONOR. JSEAPORT LODGE, I. 0. 0. T., NO. 58, liEO. C. CLARK, Tbo Young Men’s ObrNtiau Association holds its prayermeeting for men every Sabbath afternoon at 3 o’clock at tbo Methodist church. Everyone Is wel come. WEAK BY R06ELLA RICE. Annt June Perry was sitting ont on tbs stoop shelling peas for diimer. Sbe was an old annty, who conic) not do very much for the rheumatism in her knees; bat sbe more than paid her beeping in being bandy, doing sitting work and easy chores. The boys and girls liked her in the old farm house on the hill-side above the village, the borne of the Anstins for more than four generations. She bad been born and brought np in the neighborhood of Sherwood, and bad known everybody thereabouts for over sixty years. Bay Austin, a young attorney in the uearest city, twelve miles distant, bad co ne down borne to help father daring harvest. He was sitting on the stoop with a daily paper on bis knees, watching the antics of a jay and a sparrow in the top of an apple- tree that leaned its branches quite over the roof of the house. Annt Janey was talking to a young man—an easy tittle rill of one-sided talk it was, in this wise: “Do yon ever see Dan’el Stone in the city, Ray ? “Sometimes I catch sight of him; saw him driving a cart on the street the other day. Looked as if he was hauling household goods." “Well, come to think of it, Dan’el’s the last of the old stock,” she said; “there’s M’lissy, she's dead, and Han- ner, and Jabe, and Eloathan, and the livin’ twin, all lying side by Bide in the old graveyard.” Aud then she stooped and picked ap a fat pea that had rolled ont of her apron. "Lift I can mind when old man Stone, “Ob, his mind has not been right this many n day,” said Annt Jane. “Didn’t you ever bear.of bis disnp pointment? Ob, I s'pose not, though a boy like you, and it happened so long ego that them that did know of it have forgotten it. He told me of it with bis own month when I was girl spinning at the Squire’s. ,‘You see, Peter wa’n’t a dulous fel low exactly, though Flanderis boys did say he’d shirk in the harvest aud was always afraid of gett'ng his clothes dirty; but them boys didn’i have the bringfn’ up that Peter had Peter bad taught writing nod speak ing, and he bad clerked some, and be oared a good look for books and things that them boys didn’t know nothing about. If a baby died be coqld write verses about it just as smooth and easy as David’s Psalms. When Nat ty Simmons was burned In the coal pit—just roasted, as you may”*say, till death came to his relief—Peter wrote tbirty-eight verses on the occasion and sent them to Nat’s parinta, and they put them to a tnne atd every body Bang them. Ho could write verses about anything. Jnst let him get started, and away he’d go as level as a line. He need to take long walks, and alway came borne with Some sort of a root, or Hower, or stnn, or nest, or something. “We two were sitting ont on the bench in front of the Sqoire's bouse one Snnday evening, after the stars were oat like, when ho asked me if wonld like to hear bis story. He said it wonld sort of relieve, him to share it with another. “And this was the story: He said in one of bis rambles, when ho was a yonsg^Mo -ahoat. nicetfcflfrcdrsold, MORE EYES! MITCHELL’S EYE-SALVE! A certain, Mfe and efficient Remedy for SORE, Cures Tear Drops, Gr.tnnii *ion, Stye _ Tumors, lied Eves,.Matted Eve i Lashes, AND FBODUCINO QUICK '(KMI'F AND PERSIA- SENT CUKE. AUo equally eftiiuciuUH when use d in other mala dies, such as Ulcers, !'• ' ur ^<»re*, Tumors, Balt Rheum, Hums, Pile*. * wherever inflammation ex lets. MITCHELL’6 8*LVfi may be used to advau Uge. Sold brail DruselNtM 2/Sc. A D. GALE & SON, LOCAL DENTISTS, BRUNSWICK. - GEORGIA. i tor® «*t Lloyd A Ar’ama. D.D. Atkinson DENTIST, BRUNSWICK, - - GEORGIA. Office up •talrs iu Wright’* n*w building. je23 MUSIC. I am prepare I to give musical inscra«tioti on ul! STRING AND BRASS INSTRUMENTS. Violin a specialty. Headquarter* at Gluvor k Dtiui:’* store. e6-tf Prof. Fb. KTEMAN. Courfcland Symmes, ATTORNEY AT LAW, Dau’el’s grandfather, moved here in ox-cart all the way from the P’int. His wife was Delight Parker; married her down at Grand Isle; jus’ os good as ran away, they did; but, then, the old folks might ns well o’ gin ip first as last, for they was bound to bev one another. “I missed Ruama when Dan’et's born, aud I spun a good lock for them that summer. Ob, I know the Stones from A to Izzrird! I can read 'em all off as if it was a book.” Aud she sighed and leaned back, uud jogged tne rocking-chair, and looked np at the fleecy clouds in a dreamy way. “Janey, did yon ever know Peter Punderson, a man who used to teach school in Howlett’s District forty years ago?” said Ray, drawing bis brows in a thoughtful way, ns if think ing of something he had quite for gotten. “Why, child, I think I did. I danced with him more than once— aud the old lady's pleased langh was like the twitter of birds; quite a girl ish giggle it was. “Yes, it’s more than forty veals ago, for it was the winter before 1 m -Tried Luke Rickets, and thai's forty-live come next Thanksgiving, and I was twenty-three years o'd then. Luke was a little jealous, I mind; bnt,la! beM use of that. Why, I eared more for Luke, wiib his bright brown eyes and curly bair, than I did for Pete.Pnudersun if he'd been worth bis weight in gold eagles. Do you ever see Pete in the city ? I don’t know when I've thought of bim before.” “Yes,” Ray answered. “When 1 was growing to the election in. the council rooms the other day the pool- old man was limping along the sirei t so slow and so weary that I asked him to take my arm and let me help »r»rrvrj«rir«t- ,,0,0,01 , ; bim along, and he did no. I imagined JRLXsYVlCli. - trEOIiMA. t|>at ais thoughts wandered and Lis . a^OOice to Moore A Jl.-Utir;'» butldiug. jmiiid was not right. be saw a lovely creators picking straw berries. He was sitting on a log in the edge of the woods, and she whs in a grassy hillside jnst below bim Neither knew of the other’s presence till be happened to hear a little, low, sweet hnmmiDg song, and listening and looking bo saw the beautiful girl picking wild strawberries jnst Inflow bim. He said if an angel from the heavenly land bad appeared he would not have been more surprised or de lighted. Sbe was like a lovely vision. Ho was almost afraid it was only bis imagination, and he sat and looked, aud looked, und the more be looked the lovelier sbjgrow. “At last be coagbed, and sbe cast her eyes in tbnt direction and saw him. She was sly, and, not knowing what to do, sbe started to run. Ho called her, and, blushing ljke a rose, she paused. He addressed her in some pretty way, and when she walk ed buck borne be carried the basket for her. It was u long story he told on that evening—of how be fell in lovo with her; and how beautiful uud sweet and good sbe was; and how be thought conld be not marry the straw berry girl be would never marry at all. “She was very shy. He did not lure to tell her that he loved her; so one day, a few mouths after, be wrote a letter and told her all, and asked her to murry him. He gave her one week in which to make her final un- siver, yr* or no, nun let that settle it forever. “Now, old man Punderson, Peter's father, hnd tne postofHce in Hadley, ilia tmvn where they lived, and you may be mire that Peter kept a sharp lookout for the letter that would bring j-,y or sorrow. “Tbe week passed by. No letter came. Another week, and no letter yet. He thought of her nil the time, and Ida mind tie eontinnally saw the I picture of the pretty girl ou tbe bill- side, and to bim she was always ‘that strawberry girl.’ “He was angry, aud nmde no sign of it; but one Sunday he went to meet ing to tbe old schoolhonse wbete tbe Campbellite preached every three weeks. Her family attended there. He saw her. She was polo, bnt fairer than ever, and once her eyea fastened on him a minute, and then sbe blush ed und gave bar head'a little lose and looked away, and be did not see her eyos again. “After meeting she' kept close by her parents, and a young /ellow who wus catting cord-wood for coal burn era walked home with them. While Peter looked after them he bhw tbe young wood-chopper let down tbe bars where the aoross-lots path went, and he saw him loosen her veil when it Hooted and fastened on to some of tbe fence-corner brambles, tbe veil that he wonld have loved to let glide over his own eager hunda if only for one little instant. “And then it was not long until tbe yonug wood chopper escorted tbe strawberry girl to tbe quilting bee and a dance at down at the riffle. "Then Peter, gloomy and down hearted, went to live with his grand father in the city. In a year or two, tbe girl married tbe chopper, and they lived in a little bonse in the edge of tbe woods among ti-e tall chestnut trees. “Three years after this Peter’s father gave np tbe postofflee to another man ou another street in tbe village. Pe ter was at home when tbe staff wus removed oat of the old office, in one of tbe front rooms of the bonse. Things were common and bumble in early times, and one bf the bandy piecos of fnrnithre“Was a dry goods box, tipped sideways, and fastened to the wall. When tbe nails were drawn out and the box removed two letters were fonnd—old letters that bad fal len back and lay there, dusty and cobwebby, unknown, and dropped there carelessly by tbe dnll-eyed old postmaster. “Peter picked them np carelessly, and wiping off the dnst, to his dismay and astonishment fonnd one of them addressed to himself in a feminine hand. “It was tbe answer from tbe pretty strawberry girl to bis offer of mar riage. Sbe modestly bnt promptly Accepted. He read it and groaned aload. He stood before tbe tremb ling old man, and he clenched bis fist in a fit of snddeo anger. Had tbe old postmaster been another than bis own father lie would have taken him by tbe throat and trampled upon bim. “The brightest and most beantifnl dream of bis life had come and gone, and only the memory of it and the lost letter in his bond remained. “His heart sank within him. How well be remembered the one look that the pretty strawberry girl had given bim in tbe old scbool-bonse. There was a question in tbe gaze that Le now understood after all these long years. “And then Peter • lay sick nnto death for a long time, and the watch ers marvelled at his strange ravings in delirium; but they knew he was a dreamer, and they thought bis imagi nings were wild and disconnected. When be was" well he went back tu tbe city and mingled among men, und no one who knows old man P>-t*-i Punderson, waUing wearily on the the streets, ever guesses that 11 *u,r\ romantic enoagb for- tbe pen of the novelist is inlinked with the early years of bis life. “He remembers it as a dream or as a song that be bad beard long ago. “And the old man trota his grand children on bis knee and sings to them jingling ditties; and she, the pretty girl, rosy and starry-eyed, once gatherihg rnby berries on tbe sloping hillside, saw tbe prince for ivbom her young heart hungered—saw him come nnd go, Lis path crossing hers like lines of destiny. “Aud sbe, grown old and grand motherly, rocks the cradle for tbe third generation, while perlmpB in dream ful mood she wandera back ami won ders at tbe fate that mocked the pret ty Strawberry Girl.’’, ft rnaiavs imcn. From the Brooklyn F-ajle. The young man lingered near tbe managing editor’e desk, wailing for an oppoiutineiit, on the regular staff. “Bnt yon drink?” said the mana ger, wishing to let tbe candidate down easy. Yes,” replied tbe young man; “*o did Alexander the Great.” “Yon are a dnde ?’’ glancing at the youth’s dandified dress, “So was Disraeli." “And yon are a liar.” “So was Napoleon Bonaparte.” “And yon are bead and ears in debt?" “Like Alexander Damns.” “And you are a glutton ?” “So was Peter tbe Great.” “And yon owear occasionally ?” “So did George Washington.” “Yon are liable to get drank ?” “Like Daniel Webster.” - “Yon are not a college man ?' “Neither was Lincoln.” "And then yon write a wretchedly illegible hand?” "Like Horace Greely.” “Yon can’t make a speech ?” “Like Grant.’’ “Well,” said the malinger; plung ing at a heap of manuscript, "any how we don’t want yon; yon won’t snit Good morning." The young man tamed away ex ceedingly sorrowful. “It’s no sort of ose,” said he, “a fellow combines in bis own brain and person the traits of all the great men from Alexander tbe Great to Grant, and can’t even a get place on theJlrooklyn Eagle. This world is growing too fast for genins.” A a Aged Pedestrian. Gapt. R. W. Andrews, tbe aged pe destrian, spent tbe night in Bntler, Ga, some days since, and left the next day on bis way to New Orleans.. He is now uinety-fonr years old, andi has nearly walked across tbe conti nent. He has papers from the au thorities at home vouching for bis age and character. His average ia twenty miles’per day, aud be saya-Le will get to Columbus time enough to- bear a Methodist h. rmon od Sunday. Ha-was in tbe war of 1812. hut, as yet. baa never a pensmu. He >» lowing to write a history of bis travels when be gets back from Texas, His dog Kido. still with bim. Hatred and Halo. that odiuhs. Mies Yon know Browu ?” “Indeed I do.*’ ' Well, I am ao provoked at her. You remember that neiv small hat sbe has bought?" Yen, indeed. Well, I had 'one made that cost thrse times as rnut-ti a* hers, nnd I wore it to church iu-t Sunday. Ob, I do detest that woman 1” “What bus sbe to do with'yunr wearing your hut to chnrcb ?" Did she spoil your list, crash it or dam age it ?” i_ “No, indeed, I should say not. Af ter all mi t: unide, 11-, im-. ri.bln wo man did’nt com to 1 liuri-b at all. I might jnst an well wi.ro uy old bat.”

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Advertiser and appeal. (Brunswick, Ga.) 1882-188?, November 07, 1885, Image 1