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Money Order and Register business fjom 8 a. s. Is4p.h. Malta daily from each way—East and Wmt. Eastern mail arrives 7.30 l*. «. Western mall arrives 4.20 a. m. oct31-ly T. J. FULLER, Poatmarier. Professional Varda. DR. W. E. FRASER, PHYSICIAN AND Black shear. Ga. prom pt attention to call* day or nisrht. Imi-! i r M,e,,of Won,6U mua ct,,ldre1 '* - DR. A. M. MOORE, PRACTICING PHYSICIAN, Black shear. Ga. oct 31 -ly s. W. HITCH, All ATTADMCV UKliuT A at I i LAW, iiu lIlackHlu-uv, Ga. Practice regular in the Brunswick Ciroiii. oct 31 -ly J. C. NICH0LLS, ATTORNEY AT Btachshcar. Ga. „ Practice _ _ regular in tb» Conntie* ^ ;T Applr^.ainch, Camden. Charlton. Coffee, Echol>, UItiq, Liberty Pierce, Ware, and Wayne. oct31-ly W. It. PHILLIPS, ATTORNEY AT LAW, ..... Btacks’tcar. Ga. «ct 3 My BLACKSHEAK, GA., THURSDAY, JANUARY 1879. The Drunkard to HU Bottle. AN IMAGINARY POEM OF RO&K&T BURNS BT JOHN O. WHITTIER. * Hoot!—daur ye sbaw ye're face Again V® told black thief o’ puree an* brain ? For foal disgrace. for dool an' pain An' shame I ban ye; Wae’s me, that e'er my lipa have ta'en Tour kiss uncanny 1 Nae mair, aaid knave, without a shillin’ To keep a btarvin’ wight frae utealin’, Ye’ll sen’ mrh&nieward, Win’ and reelin’ Frae n pJst t'htly swaggi"S By wall an’ my pathway feelin’, Wi’ mony a stagger. Nae m&ir o’ fights that triage an mangle, Nae mair o’ nets my feet to land*, Nae mair o' senseless brawl an’ wrangle Wi-fren’an’wife too, Nae mair o’ deaviu’ din an’ jangle My feckless life through. Ye thievin’ cheatin’ auld Cheap Jack, Peddlin' your poison brose, I crack Your banes against my ingle back, Wi’ mickle pleasure. Deil mend ye i’ bis workshop blaok, E'en at his leisure. I’ll br&k ye'er neck, ye foul auld sinner I'll pall ye’er blaid, ye vile beginner O’ s' the ills an’ aches that winna Quat saol an body! Gie me hale breeks an’ weel-spread dinner— Deil tak ye’re toddy! Nae mair wi’ witches’ broo gano gyie. Gie* me anoe mair the auld delight O titlin' wi’ my bairns in sight, The gude wife near, The weel; spend day, the peacefn’ night, The morning oheer. Cock a' ye’er heads, b&irnB fa ’ My winsome Bobin, Jean, and Meg, For food an’claes ye shall na beg A doited daddie. Dance, anld wife, on your awl-day leg, Ye’ve foun’ yonr laddie. THE OLD CREAM JOG “Oh mother,” said Ruth Wallis, «» how I should like to go out and t. few apple-blossoms.” 4 4 Stuff and nonsense, ” said the W idow Wallis, austerely; “haven’t you got work to do—milk to skim, butter to work over, dishes to wash, and two dozen shirts just sent in from the laun¬ dry about to finish it off before dinner time? Go at once and don’t let me hear any more folly about apple’ll jh soms.” For Mrs. Wallis belonged u> the work¬ ing brigade of the world and aid not be¬ lieve in {esthetics of any kind. Buttercups and red sunsets and many tinted rainbows had always been a Standing problem to her, and she could understand how a man of sense could possibly prefer golden hair to red, or freckles. a daisy piDk complexion to honest And her two elder daughters, Naomi and Miranda Ann, agreed witu her en¬ tirely on this as on all other subjects. But E h was different. Ruth treas¬ ured up '-open rosebuds in surrepti tion8 gly j of water, sowed flower seeds ul* »er the dairy window, read poems in her own room, and cried when the honeysuckle vine was razed from be¬ fore the porch pillars, 44 Rotting all the posts and harboring earwigs and spiders,” said the widow, severely. Bat 44 the flowers are so pretty,” pleaded Ruth. 44 tt Pretty, D __.. snortea the widow, as if .. the term were W ere a * avnnnvw bJiUmjU >r ail absurd , , weak-mindedness. , 44 1 do think, Hath, you are almost a fool.” npon this golden May morning, when the lilacs were nodding their pnr pie plumes and the apple-blossoms spread tbeir sheets of billowy pink over all the orchards, Rnth was condemned to the milk-skimming finishing in the dairy and of the shirts in the kitchen. She was standing in front of the milk room window, busy with her shining pans—after all there was a certain poe¬ try in the occupation—when all of a sudden a whiskered and mustached face presented itself, all framed in the case¬ ment. “Goodness me I” cried Ruth, with a violent start which hail nearly upset one of the vessels, and then recovering her presence of mind she added : “ What do you want!” “ I beg your pardon,” said the ap¬ parition—and Ruth began to perceive that it had rather fine eyes, and was no afraid longer I a very startled young apparition— “I am ^ you, ■ Y° u did—rather,” admitted ' “But if you’re a tramp, please go on, for we never give to tramps. And if you’re a sewiug machine agent, or anything of that sort, it’s of no use. “ You are mistaken," said the owner of the dark eyes, with a comical curl of his lips. “Ii airt none of these. I am —in the china 1. IHillCHfl ” “Oh,” said Ruth, beginning to com¬ prehend, “ Vases, and little dogs and parrots, for cast-off clothes. But we wear all onr things out, and mother makes rag carpets of them afterward.” nodded “ Very the laudable of her, I am sure,” what stranger. “But—may I ask you will take for that twisted cream-pot on the shelf just over your head ?” Ruth glanced up with startled eyes. ; “It was my Grandmother Croons’,” said she ; 44 and it’s so old-fashioned we never use it. Mamma keeps radish seed in it.” * • Exactly, old, ” said the stranger. 4 4 It .a« very and that is the reason want it.” Rath thought of the men who had been reported as traversing the oountry in search of antiques, old furniture and articles of vertu. Could this be one of them? “It’s mine,” said she, coloring deep¬ ly. 4 ‘ My grandfather Crocus left it to mein his will.” 44 Wouldn't you rather have ten dol¬ lars to buy yoarself a new hat ?” said the stranger, coaxingly. “Oh, a thousand times,” cried Ruth, aagerly. Then is bargain,” 44 it a said the gen¬ tleman, taking out a pocket-book which seemed to be perfectly apoplectic with bank notes. “No, it isn’t,” said Ruth. 44 1—I couldn’t sell it, indeed. “ Ah,” said the stranger; 44 perhaps here are old family associations con¬ nected with it?” 44 Oh, no. I never saw my grand bewildered ° Ca *'" B ” tU ^ coftxinJto “Sav Ywentv” said the stranger, strainer gy * Its no use, „ declared . n Ruth; 44T I cannot sell it.” “Yon are devoted to old china, then ?” T j e face came nearer, the eyes spar ■J that l he a V had , .V found ,e,, \ owner a kindred , WM soul. convinc<Mi “I hate it,” said Ruth. The dark eyes recoiled a pace or two. “Then you’ll let me have the old cream-pot for twenty dollars ?” said he, persuasively. But it ih would only reiterate with aowncast eye* and deepening blushes ; 44 1 cannot sell it” Mr. Wynfleld Napier walk sway, pulling his long mustache, and ponder mg which over had the piece of old English ware so attracted his fancy. “I’ll sit down formally before that cream-pot,” Bhall said be. “ I’ll besiege it. It be mine, or I’ll know the reason wh to For Mr. Napier . was a connoisseur in . ceramics, and the moment bis idle glance, cast upward through Mrs. Wal Lh* glass of f wISf water 1 at ,^J the i Iuiow well, H “ had h , e fallen on a NO. 46. the pieoe of old Engtiah china, his soal had coveted it. “ I've just a month to stay here be¬ fore I must be back in my dingy old law offices again," meditated he. “A man eau do a great deal in a month.” And he set himself regularly to work to win the treasure which he yearned for so Day deeply. farmhouse, after day he strolled to the old now with this excuse, now with that, a handsome, courtly, middle aged man, whose winning manners would have attracted any one, and who was as mnoh at home uuder the white¬ washed oeiling of the Widow Wallis’ best room as in a mansion. One day he spoke of the old cream pot. * * Ruth’s cream pot 1" said Naomi, the elder sister, a hard-featured, loud-voiced spinster of uine-and-thirty. " Wasn’t it a strange provision of Grandmother Crocus’ will that Ruth never can par* with that old piece of cracked absurdity, unless ”— “Naomi, hush I" and Ruth bad sprung acrota the room and laid her hand on her sister’s lips, vith blazing eyes and color as deep aa one of her own scarlet geraniums. M Our family affairs shall not be talked of to strangers.” " Am I a stranger!” said Mr. Napier, gravely. “lam aonry for that. ” “ I—I didn’t mean quite that,” falter¬ ed Ruth, “onto —onto—Naomi, please to remember that tibia is never to be spoken Dear of.” “ me f* said Naomi, bridling up. “Here's a pretty how-do-do about an old cream pitcher.” That seif-same evening Mr. Napier followed Ruth out in the gardeu, where she had gone to water her oarnations. “ Roth,” said he, “ aro you de¬ termined not to tell me the secret of the cream-pot ?” “ Yes,” said Rath, resolutely. “ Not to let me have it on any terms?” Don’t “Please, Mr. Napier,” aaid Rath, “ ask me. I cannot.” “ Well, then,” aaid Mr. Napier, “here is vet a third demand. If I can’t have either secret or cream-pitcher—can I have you ?” “ Me I” “Yes,” said the staid la awyer, with strangely-softening Ruth, I have eyes. “ Dear little somehow lost my heart to you these last three weeks. I can’t go back to the old life without yon. I am not a young man, bat I have never loved before, and ”— “ But,” interrupted Ruth, with man¬ tling cheeks and a quiver in her voice, “ am I good enough ?” By way of answer he took her in his arms and looked tenderly into her face, and to Rath Wallis it seemed as if a whole paradise had opened to her in that moment “ Here » «•" Bath, With gli. tea ing “ d ■ milin I H P 8 - "The old cream-pitcher, The dear Wynfleld.” ceremaniac forgot even true love in the fascinations of the pieoe of old English ware that Roth laid in his lap. He took it op with a loving touch. “ Hut I thought it was a decree of the Medes and Persians that you were not to part with it ?” said he. 44 You didn’t understand,” said Ruth coloring radiantly. 44 1 was never to part with it~«o garnd mother, Crocus’ will aaid —except to my hasband.” 44 So Why didn't you tell me so before?” 44 that you might have taken for me the sake of the old cream-pitcher?” said Rath, s little piqued. He drew her gently to his side “ My better own darling,” said he. 44 1 love you than all the old china that ia in the world.” Which was a great admission for Wvn- 7 field Napier to make. a month later there was a wedding in the village church, and after the wed ding came the wedding wondered’ breakfast and DO t a few of the guests that the center ornament of the table ou «»ch an auspicious occasion, should be aa old cream-jug.
