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VOLUME I.
THE INDEPENDENT.
SATURDAY, CM TOUR K I*, 1873.
PttbllUiMi Wetk!) at $* 00 per Annum
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THUS FADING OH.
Through childhood** opening hour* we glide,
With radiant brow and tender feet;
With love we look on all we meet,
And hope is high whate'er betide.
A D**fting heart may bring ua pain;
But youthful hearts beat quick and light
To break the gloom that dims the right,
And hope and joy are ours again.
And youth builds high its palace walls.
And decks them oVr with nice caprice;
To fate, then, sign an armistice—
For low the treacherous fabric falls.
And thus we weave a magic spi 11,
Wrought fair with hopes too bright to wear;
And when the vears bring grief and care,
The heart beats dumb!)', like a knell.
Ho, fadiug on, our bright dreams go.
And o’er our way the shadow* fall,
Till o’er the heart a dreary pall
Glooms all that once had charuit and us so.
THE EITAL EARLS;
OR,
THE MISSING BRIDE.
lIY WALTER OAI.IUXKK, ESMJ.
“Her Grace, the Duchess, awaits your
ladyship in her boudoir. ”
The pompons servant, gorgeous in his
livery of crimson and silver, placed his
left luuul over his heart, and with a gran
diloquent wave of his right, bowed
very low. Lady Clarilwl Rushingtou
raised her soft, glowing eyes from her
Iwjok, and slightly inclined her head.
The attendant with another flourish,
wheeled about and walked away as stiff
and straight as a grenadier.
Presently the maiden arose, and smooth
ing out the folds of her dress left the
room. As she passed the long mirror she
could not help seeing the reflection of her
sweet, gentle fare with its velvety lips red
as the ruby, its pearly teeth, its finely
curved nostrils, and delicate eye-brows
ss black as the glistening hair that swept
away from her brow. Rut the sight of
this rare beauty called no vain smile to
her features; instead they grew tenderly
jwsnsive, and almost unconsciously she
murmured:
‘•For him, I am glad for him. he loves
me so truly and is so proud of me!”
A sigh followed the words; there was
evidently n shadow upon her joy, but its
reflex lingered not long upon her counte
nsnee, for her heart was bnoved up w ith
reverent trust. When she entered her
mother’s room, her faee wore a quiet
smile, and the Duchess, pleased at this fa
vorable omen, coudeseended to take her
daughter's hand a moment, something she
rarely done.
I ,ady Claribel sank upon a hassock at
her mother’s feet,- and raised her dark eyes
iiftiuiringly.
“Yes, my daughter, I sent for you,"
said the Duchess in answer to the glance,
as she leaned back in her chair, and lan
guidly fanned herself. ‘‘l have an import
ant topic for you to consider, or rather,
perhaps for you to understand, since your
father, the Duke, has already given it his
consideration—”
•‘Well, your grace?” said Lady Claribel,
imitating her parent's formal style of
speaking.
The vain and worldly mother smiled
again, and gazed upon her diamonds as
they sparkled in the sunlight. Homage,
constant reminder of her rank and wealth
was pleasant to her even from her own
child. Presently she resumed:
•‘You, my dear, are the daughter of a
Duke, there is royal blood in your veins,
and none in the land are superior to you.
Nature, as if recognizing the requirements
of your station, gave you loveliness of
form and features. Your father is proud
of yon, and that you may have nothing in
common with those beneath you. he has
thought it proper to spare you the frivolity
of courtship, in short to choose a husband
for yon.”
“His grace is very kind!” commented
lowly Claribel with refreshing unconcern. ''
“You do not even ask who Le is?” said
the Duchess,not knowing how to construe
her daughter’s words.
“No r .I don't care," was the calm an
swer.
The Duchess frowned,and swung her fan
more rapidly. Her daughter’s mood was
quite inexplicable. Presently she said,
coldly:
“Remember the respect due to my po
sition, Lady Claribel, if you cannot, I re
member your filial duty. Look at me!
Why do you trifle thus?”
The maiden turned squarely round and
fixed her dark eyes upon her parent’s face.
There was firmness in her glance, resolu
tion in each beautiful feature.
‘•Trifle!” repeated Lady Claribel, with
a smile of contempt. ‘‘ Who trifles? Ac
cident made me the daughter of a Duke.
Naturally I am proud of it, but not proud
enough to sacrifice my eternal peace for
the title. You hare chosen a husband for
mo. Very well, you may choose. Have I
rebelled? No, then what frets your
grace?”
She arose, laughing in a cool, provoking
way.
The Duchess grew pale around the lips,
and replied with suppressed’rage:
“Your manner is impertinent; the Duke
my lord, shall be informed of it. I shall
not chide you; ’tis a plebian method of
enforcing obedience. Edgar Ashton Elm
jrood, the Earl of Wcllesford, is to be
THE INDEPENDENT.
vonr husband. Be careful to receive him
as your accepted lord. Leave me, I axu
weary already.”
tV*,th a low bow that might mean obedi
ence or defiance, Lady Claribel moved
from the apartment.
On the same day, just at dusk, a man
walked restlessly to and fro in a secluded
portion of the Rushingtou gardens. Oc
casionally he looked to the right and left,
his bright blue eyes full of ex}ieetation.
At length, as the moments flew on, and
the shadows of night drew closer upon
earth, an expression of disappointment
settled upon his pale, earnest face, and he
mused:
“She will not come; the hour is past,
’Tis not strange. I cannot reprouch her!
But, why, oh Hcaveu, has she nurtured my
love?”
He clenched his hands, his face grew
whiter—there was agony in his soul. Hah!
a light step upou the gravel! He turned
as one fleeing from despair to meet an an
gel of grace.
“Albert!”
The voice seemed to him like heavenly
music, he gazed upon the cloaked figure os
one looking through darkness to light be
yond, he caught the little hands encased
in their black gloves, and pressed them
tenderly, and then a long breath of relief
e't his lips.
“I had given yon up, I was feeling a
dreadful loneliness but an instant ago!
Now I live again! (rod bless my darling,
my sweet, noble love!”
There was an intense sincerity in every
syllable, liis soul shone from his words.
The black eyes behind the viel harked
upon him trustfully, ami then a tremor
vent over the slight figure of his com
panion.
“It was difficult for me to get away,”
she said, in a whisper. “Rut I would
have come at any cost, Albert! my father
lias selected a husband for me, the Earl of
Wellesford—”
“It is as I feared!" he interposed. Mis
ery comes fast upon us! Oh my God,
Clari, why have we ever met? I could
not. would not ask you, the daughter of a
Duke, to fly from home, title, wealth to ac
cept my humble lot —”
“But I would go!” she interrupted, her
breath coming thick and fast. I would
sacrifice my life for our love! O Albert,
what on earth requites a restless heart? I
am no giddy child, mad with romance, I
am a woman proud of woman's feelings,
proud of the honor, the purity of the man
I love.”
“O Clari, thrice blessed were those
words, and yet. I were cruelly selfish to
take advantage of them. Your very trust
in me makes me cautious, your noble
thoughts of me,so far exceeding my worth,
dumbfounds ine with gratitude! 0 Heaven,
w hat can we do?”
There was a pause; the man glanced
from earth to sky, from the beloved form
so near him, to the imaginary grief that
separated him from her. At intervals liis
facial muscles twidled with anguish—his
heart bounded to free itself from sorrow -
he looked upon her aud saw tears on her
veil.
“It must be!” he said in nil agitated
whisper. “Heaven’s greatest blessing is
pure love, ours is pnre.it is our life; we
live, breathe and hope upon it—endless
torture would follow its withdrawal! 'Tin a
crime in the eyes of God to think of that.
We will wait, dearest, until the last, and
then if we are doomed to grief, will break
all bonds, wo will fly together—we will
seek peace in our love—”
“And we shall find it! Our Father will
bless us, Albert!”
“Yes, I feel it, I know it, bless us as he
has blessed roe in your true womanly
heart! O Clan, I would not hold forth
one false hope, I would not deceive my
self or you, but 1 know that our love is
righteous,that it is a gift from above!”
He raised his hat reverently, and she
gazed upon him with devotion, seemed to
hear the echo of his words in her very soul.
That she loved him more than all others
of earth could be seen even by a casual
observer, that she would trust her happi
ness for all time with him was as clearly
evident.
It grew dark fast now, and one by ono
the pearly stars dotted the azure dome.
“It is late. I must go, Albert,” she
| said, reluctantly. “But not without hope,
! Heaven be praised for that. I can bear
| everything now, for ultimately we shall be
together. Good night dear one.”
[ The last words were uttered in a tremu
i lous, bashful voice.
“Good night, my own, my dearest!”
He pressed her hands again and again,
1 and gazed into her shining eyes with a
fervency that caused the long lashes to
droop. A moment more and she was
! hurrying away to the street where her
! carriage awaited her. Albert Merrivale
watched her as one beholding the decline
of a glorious sunset, aud when at last, he
saw her no more, he sighed as over a vis
j ion of departed beauty. But his mind
was inspirited with hope, and as he walked
from the gardens toward his lodgings, he
dwelt upon her words, and pictured in
glowing colors, their future. Bo deeply
! engrossed was he with his sweet fancies,
I that he noticed not a small, cringing figure
that kept in his path like a snake turning
when he turned and scanning closely his
I every movement. Until Merrivale reached
his rooms, which were a long distance
from the gardens, the man dogged him,
then having marked the house, he sneaked
1 away, entered a cab, and ordered the dri
i ver to proceed to Wcstind. Reaching at
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List an elegant mansion he alighted, ran
hurriedly p the steps, and entering with
a key, made all haste to a room in tho sec
ond story. Here ho paused and knocked.
"Como in,” sounded a fretful, peevish
voice.
The man entered, bowed profoundly to
a tall fashionable gentleman who sat
smoking, with his feet on a hassock, and
then said:
“My lord! My lord! there is news!”
“Out with it then, you scoundrel," ex
| claimed the Earl of Wellesford,impatiently
“What are you waiting for?"
“Pardon my lord, I’m nearly out of
breatli—”
“But not out of impudence, you long
eared, knock-kneed, oakum-hiared ape!”
roared his lordship, growing very red in
i the face and clutching a ruler from the
; table. "Speak quick, now, or demine!
■ I'll crack your skull. I’m in no mood for
blarney.
“True, most true my lord,” mumbled
tho valet, dodging behind a chair and
bowing. “I’ll come to the point at once!
You see -"
"No, I dont see, and if you say that
again I’ll break every bone in your body!”
interposed the choleric Earl, again grasp
ping the ruler.
I “Good, my lord, I'll remember. It’s
Ia very bad habit of mine, as your lordship
knows. I saw in the Rushingtou gardens,
: at dusk my Lady Claribel Rushingtou dis
guised—”
“Disguised? how know you it was her?”
“By her ryes, my lord.”
“Ah! Go on. What next?”
“She met a man there my lord—"
“A man! curses on him. Who?
“1 pray you have patience, my lord, I'm
! coming to that He is known to you, my
| lord, the American merchant, Albert Mer
rivale.”
“Pooh! Only he, then I’m saved a duel!
I’ll cowhide him, the puppy!"
"But, my lord—,” and the volet’s eyes
rolled around suspiciously, “he is more
than that, he is—"
“What? what? you aggravating clown.”
The valet darted forward and whispered
j a few words in his master's ear. With a
j slireik of horror the Earl sprang to his feet
and clutched his hair with both hands,
while his fane became ghastly, and his
breath came short and heavy. A moment
! he remained thus, staring at Griffith* as if
lie were some wild beast, then his face
grew purple, he gnashed his teeth and
howled:
"This must pass; 'tis nil accursed dream
I —there is no substance to it.”
“Nay, but there is, my lord, too much!
| Solid flesh and blood, as I’m a sinner!"
His lordship staggered again and heat
his fists together, while his eyes gleamed
! and rolled most fiercely.
“Peace, be calm, my lord!” cried the
valet imploringly. “Give mu freedom to
| act, and all shall yet be well.”
“Ay, freedom and a thousand crowns
| thrown in, good Barry!” gasped the Earl,
taking his servant’s hand. Banish this
phantom, and I am your friend as well as
your master.”
“It shall be done, my lord,” replied the
valet, bowing, and then set wine before
j his resistor, that it might quiet his nerves.
The next afternoon, about dusk, the
Earl of Wellesford drove up to the Hano
ver House, the residence of Warren Car
lyle Itusbington, Duke of Hanover, and
entering, was shown to the sitting-room,
where Lady Claribel awaited him. As he
came into her presence he bowed low, and
then advancing, raised her hand to his
lips. She sat like a statue, her black eyes
fixed upon his face as if she would read
his inmost thoughts. He felt uneasy un
: der her glance, but strove to disguise it.
“Am I not welcome, rnv ladv, that yon
! say nothing to me?” he remarked, after a
long pause. “The kindness of your gra
! cions father had led me to hope that you
; would meet me with a smile; but in vain I
look for it.”
“My father has disposed of my hand to
you, my lord, and if he has not a like eon-
I trol over my heart it is no fault of mine.
I obey; if my dumb obedience is an of
fense to your lordship, you and the Duke
must remedy it as best you can. ”
“By my soul, that is well said, my dear
Lady Claribel. If I win cot your heart
then shall my hopes and prayers go unan
swered. Your very coldness is the incen
tive that warms me to the effort. Nay,
do not smile; let me wait until I can win
j one. The task will be a Bweet one.”
He arose as he spoke, and stood with his
right hand resting upon his sword, and his
left holding his hat, while his eyes sought
her fuee witli admiration. Lady Claribel
looked up, and something in his glance
| caused an expression of fear to settle upon
her face, which soon became mingled witli
scorn.
Presently he bade her a gallant adieu,
and left the house.
Two days later, at eight o’clock in the
evening, as Albert Merrivale was sitting in
his room reading, the landlady entered
and gave him a note. Seeing that it was
directed inClaribel’s well-known hand, he
; hastily broke the seal, and spread open the
missive. It ran as follows: “Albert —the
I end lias come. I will be in a cab at Lon
don bridge at nine this evening. I have
been suspected os late, and 1 dare name
Ino other place, lest we be discovered.
1 Come. Your own Claribel.”
Again and again he read the note,
while strange feelings agitated his heart
! and mind. Would she ever regret this
; step? Would he? Should he not suffer,
and preserve her honor and his 100, in-
stead of giving way to the demands of his
j love? But what would she think? Better
endure misery hereafter than to think him
unfaithful now.
“But why do I argue this way?" he ex
claimed, in mingled perplexity and grief.
“Is she not all in all to me? Are not my
hopes of heaven centred on the influence
she will exertovermein this world? Why do
I hesitate and falter? Why is this confu
sion in my mind?”
He glanced at his watch.
"It is twenty minutes past eight now.
I must hurry. Ha! there is sweat on my
. brow. I am fearfully excited and nervous!
i ldo not understand it’ I’m not a coward
—no! but my heart seems sinking.”
Suddenly severing his reverie, lie made
Ia few hasty preparations, and left the
! house. Calling a cab, he jumped in, and
| rode to within a few rods of tho bridge,
| when he alighted and walked the remaiu
! <ler of the distance. Yes, there waN a cab
standing on the bridge on the right. As
ho drew near he looked in at the open
window, and a soft voice greeted his ear:
“Quick, dearest, quick!”
Pulling open the door he leaped in, and
i at the same instant the horse started nip
i idly forward, and the curtains were drawn.
Albert was about to ask the meaning of
this, when a cloth saturated with ether
was placed to liis nestis, and two strong
hands grasped his arms and bore him back
j upon the seat. Now he understood only
too well w hy a presentment of trouble had
haunted him, and he struggled desper
ately; but it was of no avail; in five min
utes be was insensible, bound hand and
foot.
On rattled the cab over the bridge, and
! down on the opposite shore until a low,
ricketty house was reached. Here Merri
valo was tnken out, carried into a cellar,
stripped of liis clothes, and placed in a
coffin. Twenty minutes later a boat put
out from the shore, containing a long,
dark box and one mat. In silenco he
sculled the skiff over the black waters un
til ho arrived at the middle of the river.
Then he drew in his oar, and prepared to
sink iris cargo.
“To-morrow is your wedding-day, my
daughter.” said the Duke, smiling with
mingled gladness and pride.
“I think I have heard that remark be
fore,” replied Lady Claribel very care
lessly.
“Our daughter haft lost all respect for
us, my lord, interposed the Duchess, with
haughty reproof. "She seems to study
the moat effective wry of, displeasing us. ”
“Thanks, your grace,” replied Lady
Chtribel, with mock homage; and hastily
arising she left the room.
Her parents regarded each other in min
gled wonder and vexation, hut nothing
was said.
The next day at eleven a. in. the long
parlors of the Hanover House were filled
with the Uubilitry and gentry of London
society. Sir Robert Peel, at that time
Regent to Victoria, the present Queen,
wus there, and also Earl De La Warre, the
father to the unfortunate Earl who com
mitted suicide a short time since. At
twelve the ceremony was to commence;
and a few moments before the Earl of
Wellesford, pale with anxiety, drew the
Duke of Hanover aside, and uttered the
startling sentence:
“Lady Claribel is not to be found!”
The Duke gazed upon him in blank
amazement; his mouth opened, but he did
not speak; his eyes rolled frantically, and
he passed his hand across his brow several
| times. Was ho to he disgraced before the
greatest in the land? The Earl repeated
his words, and at that moment the Du
chess approached. She had heard the an
nouncement, and it gave, her a terrible
shook; but she controlled her feeling, and
went at once to work to clear the mystery,
but without success. Every room in the
house was searched, but the missing bride
was not found. The guests began to won
der at the postponement of the services,
and rumor was rife, when suddenly Lady
Claribel appeared among them, leaning
upon the arm of a stranger, and accompa
nied by Sir Wadsworth Celey, an eminent
lawyer. Concealment of the cause of the
delay was now out of the question, and
the Duke, overwhelmed with mortification,
sank into a chair and covered his face with
his handkerchief. But the Duchess, in
dignant beyond control, imperiously said:
“What means this outrage? Speak,
Lady Claribel, if you care aught for our
name!”
“I will save her ladyship the trouble,”
interposed Sir Wadsworth Celey. “I am
aware that our course in this matter may
satin obtrusive, hut circumstances left us
no alternative. The Lady Chiribel was to
have been married at twelve o’clock, but
ns the Earl of Wellesford was not. here—’’
“Was not here, Sir Wadsworth?” ex
claimed a dozen voices. “Why there
he stands waiting, as he has been for the
j last two hours.”
“Yon are all in error, my friends,” re-
I plied Sir Wadsworth. “He is not the Earl
| of Wellesford.”
An oppressive silence followed this de
claration. The guests gazed at each other
in mingled wonder and astonishment, and
and then looked at Sir Wadsworth as if
| they considered him insane,
i “Will you be kind enough to explain
i yourself, Sir Wadsworth?” said the Earl of
jof Wellesford, with frigid hauteur. “You
I have asserted before the highest in the
; land that the title is not mine. I demand
' an apology.”
I “I never apeak without due considers
tinn, Mr. Elmwood,” answered the lawyer.
“Richard Grant Elmwood died without
issue, and the title wont to William
Charles, his brother, who was also sup
posed to have died without issue—”
“As he did!” interposed the Earl, em
phatically.
"Beg pardon, he did not,” continued
Sir Wadsworth, coolly. “Ho hod a son;
and that son was stolen by your father,
the third brother, Edgar Ashton Elmwood,
and sent to America in charge of an em
igrant. Of course your futher could not
stoop so low as to murder his brother’s
child; but he hoped to get him out of the
way, so that you could enjoy the Earldom;
he sueeeded for a time; but that child,
now a man, is found.”
“A pretty story! It’s very strange that
my uncle never complained of having lost
his son—very strange,"
"Not at nil, when the physician declared
it still-born, and gave it into your father’s
keeping before its own father or mother
ever set eyes upou it. The nurse who
aided in that transaction is ready to swear
to it at any moment, and ready to identify
tho man by a mark she cut upon the child’s
arm."
Sir Wadsworth paused. Every eye was
fixed upon him. The strange story had
aroused an intense interest.
“There, at the side of Lady Claribel,
stands William Charles Elmwood, the
Earl of Wellesford, formerly known ns Al
bert Merrivale, an American merchant.
Since he came to London I have hud him
watched continually, for I felt a singular
interest in him the first time I saw him.
Without his knowledge the nurse, now a
very old woman, obtained a glimpse of liis
right arm, saw liis mark there, and told
me who he was. One month ago his life
was sought, but my detective checkmated
the attempt, and rescued him just ns lie
was about to be sunk in the Thames inside
a coffin. Someone lmd tried to bury him
alive. Can you guess who it was, Edgar
Ashton Elmwood?”
“What do you mean sir? How dare you
ask me such a question?”
“I’ve no evidence against you; your
volet has run away,” was the whispered
reply as the lawyer drew near tho alter.
“You will contest the claim of this
stronger?” queried the duchess.
“No,” replied the ox-Earl. “I am wil
ling my dear cousin should have his rights.
I resign my coronet to him with feelings
of thankfulness that he is alive to take it.
My poor father was only actuated by love
for me, not hatred toward him.”
This pretty speech won for him the res
pect of all present, anil Elmwood felt Hint
at least lie had escaped a very damaging
exposure. He could not be thankful
enough that Barry Griffiths had fled.
Tile regent now congratulated the new
Earl upon liis accession to liis title, and the
Duke seeing that after nil there was very
little cause for mortification, joined the
throng ami was introduced to the young
lord.
“But the marriage must go on!” said
Sir Wadsworth.
“Yes,’, added lady Claribel, in her fa
ther’s ear, “I love Willie with all my heart.
I shall marry the Earl of Wellesford after
all, (b ar papa.”
The Duke could make no objection, and
the lovers were at once united. Years
have passed, and happiness lias hovered
over them like a guardian angel.
An Eastern Marriage.
The recent marriage of the eldest son of
the Vieerry of Egypt was an event of more
than ordinary importance. The more im
portant festivities were held on the even
ing previous to the marriage when the
bride appeared for the last time before
proceeding to her husband's house. The
wife of the Viceroy sat on her throne
dressed in Oriental style. The saloon was
filled with women dressed after many dif
ferent fashions. There were the wives of
the Viceroy, his married daughter, the
wives of many poches with splendid Eu
ropean dresses and trains literally covered
with lace and jewels, and with their faces
showing a considerable amount of paint.
The saloon was hnndsomly furnished with
silks, velvets, brocades, and large looking
glasses, and was lighted by an enormous
number of white candles in silver and gold
candelabras. After a time the bride’s pro
cession appeared. First came twelve
gaudily dressed women accompanied by
slaves. The bride followed, supported by
four other maids. She wore an Oriental
dress with a long train, which was held up
by four little black girls; her face and head
were ornamented with jewels and small
gold coins, and her hair was down, but
covered with a veil of silver thread. As it
is the fasion for the bride to wear as far as
possible all her presents and jewelry on
these occasions, the poor girl had three
diadems on her head, bracelets up to her
elbows, and brooches and other ornaments
on the front of her dress. A little slave
walked near her holding a silver tray full
of small gold coins, a handful of which the
bride threw over her hack from time to
time, for good luck. The festivities, which
consisted principally of dancing, then be
gan and lasted for several hours. The fete
terminated on the following day with a
grand procession of the bride from Kasr
el-Ali to her husband’s palace.
Lueious Clad, of Menasha, Wis., took a
drink of carbolic acid the other day, sup
posing it to be brandy. After ascertaining
what lie had done he drew his arms around
his wife’s neck and exclaimed: “My God, I
have been poisoned,” and was a dead man
in two minutes. It required a lever to re
move his arms.
The O’Donohue is not liked by the Irish
nationalist, whom he deserted for whigism.
One of their journals, speaking of his ad
vent in Tralee to fight for the representa
tion of the borough, says: “Bystealth he
came in Tralee; well will it be if even
stealth enables him to quit it again.”
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is distilled from reeks.
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CLOTHING,
HOOTS AND SHOES,
GROCERIES,
HARD WARE,
TIN WARE, and
All other kinds of Goods you may need,
Call and eo for yourself before
Purchasing Elsewhere.
V/e (Guarantee to Sell aa Low a AnyOne Else
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JAS. H. HUNTER,
ATTOII NE V A T LA W ,
QUITMAN,
11 ROOKS COUNTY, GEORGIA.
Will practice in the Counties of the Southern
Circuit, Echols and Clinch of the Brunswick, and
Mitchell of the Albany, jfc*” Office at the Court
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JAS. R. SHELDON,
COTTON FACTOR
—AND—
(ien’l Commission Merchant
No. 102 Bay Street,
Savannah, - - Georgia.
Liberal Advances made on Consignments,
SAGGING, IRON TlESand ROPEFurntthed.
Correspondence and Consignments Solicited.
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NUMBER 24.
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SALE AND LIVERY STABLE,
< initman, Gu.
rpnp, UNDERSIGNED KEEP ON HAND
SADDLE HORSES,
HARNESSHORSES,
BUGGIES, CARRIAGES,
Etc., etc., etc.,
*
For the Accommodation of the Public.
THEY ALSO KEEP CONSTANTLY ON HAND
A GOOD SUPPLY OF
HORSES AND MULES
For Hale, ,
SELECTED E l* ONE OF THE FITIJf,
And Always Purchased on Suca Terms as
to Enable Them to Sell at the
LOWEST PRICES.
PERSONS DESIRING TO PURCHASE
SADDLE OR HARNESS HORSES
Can be Supplied upon S'ac.t Notice.
If not on band, if a description of the stock
wanted in left at the Stable the order will be filled
in a few days.
CECIL A THR ASHER.
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CITY HOTEL,
QUITMAN, GEORGIA.
The Proprietor Offer# vj Visitors
UNSUKPASSED IN Dl CEMENTS.
ROOMS LARGE, WELL FURNISHED,
if
—AND -
THOROUGHLY VENTILATED.
TABLE sum,LED wixn
THE BEST THE MARKET AFFORDS.
Polite and Obliging Servant*.
HOUSE BJTUATEI) CONVENIENT TO THE
Depot and the Business Portion of the Town.
I). 17. MciVEAI*, Proprietor.
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BENNETT & KINGSBERRY,
Attorneys at Ijav. -,
Q VI TM A N,
Itrooks County, - - - Georgia.
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EDWARD R. HARDEN.
Attorney at In \v ,
<J UI T MAN,
BROOKS COUNTY, • - GEORGIA.
Late an Associate Justice Supreme Court, U.
K. for Utah ami Nebraska Territories; new Judge
Couply Court, Brooke County, Oa.
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