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VOL. IV.
The “ 111 auk ful» Pay.
Thanksgiving day has put aside the curtains of
the darksome niglxt,
And all the world awakes to hail the soft, glad
dawn of morning light.
My little one upon my knee
Thus seriously questions me:
“ Mamma, is it the Thankful Day because the
t shine has come again ?
Because God sent the dark, bl*>ck night to hide
away the naughty r<u,
Which teased myall of yesterday,
So I could not go out to play ?”
I tell the pretty questioner, the while my fond
arms clasp her tight,
Of all our hearts are grateful for, for comforts
and God’s blessings bright—
For food to eat, and clothes to wear,
And God’s protection everywhere.
Outside the window, presently, a little barefoot
e S8» r ®
Her heart of every childish hope as starved . , and ,
empty as her hands.
No smile upon the wee, sad lace,
Where many a grief has left its trace.
Oh ' quicker tfian the quickest thought springs
to her feet my dainty pet.
“ See herTba^dj^quitoyet. I See, mamma! This little girl ain’t got
16 0t tha£l^Bfeifekput t 1 can 8 P arP
To there »”
We call child the and little I, stranB^^J^^kynrheartcd
And dimples gather with the smiles as
clears the cloudy sky,
ly doe my little May
With her ne 4 guest share “Thankful
ay.”
If there are tears within my eyes, it is because
my heart is glad
With the young heart no longer grieved, with
the young eyes no longer sad;
And for the ceasing of “ the rain,”
When hope and joy shine forth again.
—Mary J). Brine.
SELWYN ST&FORD’S WARD
fteafnrd ^fetter-tray opening his morn
ing ni qil. The was always
well rilled, for Mr. Selwyn .Seaford was
one oT those pleasant, good-looking,
easy-tempered bachelors who have, as
the saying got*, “lu>at» of friend*."
Perfumed invitations to lawn-tennis
breakfasts and archery teas; confi
dential little notes from young ladies
who were in despair about masquerade
costumes; commissions from pretty
young matrons regarding zephyr wors
ted and Languedoc lace ; long letters
from chamois-shooting friends among
tho Bavarian Alps, and chatty epistles
from attaches at Paris and Vienna-this
was what formed the staple of hiscorres
pondence. black-edged And at the very bottom lay
a missive, bearing the
stamp of “Long Branch.”
Slowly m. Seaford broke the seal—
slowly he read it over.
“ So poor Fulton is dead at last,”
was his first thought. “But, by Jove!
it’s rather cool of him to leave me his
daughter to educate and bring up,
seeing that we are neither relations nor
connections. It is true that he was my
college friend ; but there were plenty
of others with whom he was far morq
intimate. A girl —here in my bachelor
deni What on earth was poor Fulton
tbinkingof?”
Tho first idea was that he would on
tirely abjure the bequest; the second, a
superstitious feeling that he could not.
“ Pshaw!” said Selwyn Seaford, tug
ging fiercely at bis brown, silk-sofl
moustache. “ Governess, music-lessons,
chocolate caramels—all that sort of
thing. It will tnrn mv qniet home in
to a regular carnival; but I don’t see
thxt there’s any evading it.”
Be got up and pushed his letters
away, and walked through the house,
surveying the various apartments.
“ Yes,” he mused, “ by giving up my
cabinet-roum and changing my librarv,
I can manage to spare quite a respect
able suit of apartments. Of course, I
shall have to invite old Aunt Bales
tierre to come and live with me, to play
oroprietv. It will be the old story of
ward and guardian over again. She
will with probably and fall there’ll in love with deuce me, or I
her, be the and
all to pav. Why on earth couldn’t
Fulton have lived long enough to bring
up his own daughter?”
But Selwyn Seaford was thoroughly
conscientious, and, once convinced that
it was his dnty to receive Diana Fulton
into his house, Aunt he lost no time in
graphir 7 to Balestierre, prepar
ing the pretty suit of rooms, and
ing down to Long Branch.
“Yes,” the polite-hotel eler*. <>old
him, “ Miss Fulton was on the beach—
she' spent most of her time there ’
(“ Sentimental, I suppose,” thought
Seaford, with a grimace)—“ with her
maid.” (“Oh, a maid into the bargain
—a French flirt, ail to carry notes on the
sly and foster kinds of intrigues,”
inwardly groaned our hero.) “Would
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the gentleman step that way, or should
he, the clerk, s p nd a porter down ?”
Mr. Seaford preferred to walk down
himeelf—and presently he found him
self standing on the shores of the
sounding sea, waiting for the conclusion
of a brisk but scientific encounter be
tween a little girl of six and her nurse,
before he should inquire his way to the
Point Breeze sands.
The little girl was small, but desper
ate. She writhed herself like a serpent
about her attendant’s ankles, bit,
scratched, and finally settled matters by
flinging a handful of sand into tho
nurse’s eyes.
“ There!’’ said she, panting, lovely
and venomous. “Now will you let me
alone?”
“ Well, I never!” sputtered the
^t^andTyo^ e^ganUdar-k
satin ruined—clean ruined, miss ?”
.< j don>t care y, 8Creamed the chil(L
“I don’t! I don’t! I don’t I I’ll run
awav and drown myself, so there, now I”
. -Come back, Miss DL retail, there’s a jewel,”
coaxed the stout Mil wiping tho
sand out of her blnnt features. ** Como
k a ck, and
But here Mr. Seaford' stepped for
ware.
“My good woman,” j said he, “will
you teU ^ ^ cbild , 8 ;iaB ? Fjjltoa ?
Mins Diana Fulton? Indped !”
this little, black-browed vixen,
© of tangled, jetty hair
fac^^Hjj^^nueenly i 3 ligure, the flnsh
ed, an gry pictureda^^^|jh|^ady * orphan
he had just
ready to bo launched into
Involuntarily his heart'gave a great
throb of relief.
“ Come here, you little’ gipsy !” said
he, “ or I will whistle to the biggest
shark off the coar.t toneme and eat von
p[» *
n
G ®1fiSwuS Sit
olive forehead ’ and without hesitation
the small Diana accepted his overtures.
“ Oh, I know!” said she. “ You’re
old Bachelor Seaford!”
“ Laws, miss!” gasped the scandalized
maid.
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"“ ®
„ P| •
c [i Su ! nil a vf j ! a ’“v- i
se0 X, . t ,‘‘ e . imrafo7te?d^bl^ ™ S2 ■ „
tt ^ESana t sSmedinto^thfmom
with JJenidi™inthTnSl, a doll in one ffilid » 7aZ F g
<Tdodeclare”«Sd ^ here?an ol? the
fc/ gf e h? wS lady who Tnmvfairv- is ins<
‘i e t ugly h' JJSr old
s?f n ld5-- TRR 7 grandmother, Mr
» Grandmother 1” gaspeu aasned Annt Aunt Bales mies
'
But r) she . was a sensible ... old soul, and
recognized the truth of Di s description.
*' ie end of “ ret wec ‘ k > how '
ever, Di was foundtoliave wrought a
nble devastation. Tha precise butler
gave warning, the housekeeper shed
t£ ars ov ® r her pillaged preserve-closet,
th « Sevres china had been used for
a dools tea-set, and windows and a
bisque and statuettei of 1 syche were broken,
a bottle of ink had been upset on
“ ie pale-blue moquette carpet of the
What shall we do? , „„ cried . . Aunt . t
Balestierre, in dismay.
Mr. Seaford smiled. The elf amused
n “i, a r fasbl0 ’ P '
She is • only , a child, said he.
Bat such 8 cLlW ! saul Aunt Bales *
tierre ’
“Let her stay here,” said Mr. Seaford.
“She’ll improve with age.”
So Bians FnKcn stayed, and queened
d over the Httle household, apparently
quite unaware that her slender inheri
fa nce was insufficient to pay a tithe of
her daily expenses. The
possibilities of youth were hers—the
sunshine of a cheerful spirit, and a
f l u * ck imagination—and she seemed
perfectly happy where she was. Affee
tionate, impetuous, frank and willful,
feven Aunt Balestierre could not but Vie
fond of her, alter a little.
And then, just as (to use Diana’s own
words) “they were all so happy to
getber,” came the news of an insurrec
tion among Selwyn Seaford’s West In
dia °o ffee plantations, and his presence
was required immediately on the spot.
“I shall probably return in
mouths,” he said. “Or four, at the
latest.”
“Ob, Mr. Seaford !” sobbed Diana,
clinging around him, “can’t I go, too—
I and Aunt Balestieire?”
“Pshaw, pet, pshaw!” said Seaford,
more moved than he cared to evince,
“Why, T shall be back before you have
had time to miss me!”
When Mr. Seaford spoke the hopeful
words, he never dreamed that twelve
long years would elapse before he re¬
turned, broken down in health, with
hair prematurely whitened and fortune
considerably lessened, trom the West
India plantations. But good Aunt
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Balestierre was there to welcome him,
and Di also.
Diana, grown into a royally beautiful
young creature, slim, stately, deer-eyed,
with a color like roses and lilies, and
an unconscious grace in every motion 1
Mr. Seaford sighed when he saw her*
Never, until then, had he realized what
an old man ho was getting to be—old,
even Some for fifty-one years.
but he—even people are young of their age ;
the years and months
seemed to have a special spite against
him!
“Yes,” said Aunt Balestierre, looking
triumphantly now* at Di, “she’s quite a
woman And she has bad two of¬
fers—two good offers, mind, Selwyn 1 I
was quite vexed at her for refusing
young Poole, who had a quarter of a
million of his own."
“How is this, little girl ?” asked Mr.
Seaford.
“I didn’t care for him,” said Diana,
“But you muRt marry sometime,"
urged Mrs. Balestierre, piteously.
“I don’t soo the necessity of it,” re¬
torted the girl.
Mr. Seaford said nothing jnst then;
but ho spoke to Diana, in his capacity
of guardian, a few days afterward.
“My dear child,” said he, gently, “you
are a young lady now, and you have
your future to look to. I shor.ld like
to see you settled iu a home of your
own before I die, and”—
“Oh, Mr. Seaford,” passionately in
terrnpted Diana, “don’t talk sol”
He “In smiled sadly.
fact, my dear,” said he, “yon are
now exactly what I fancied you to be,
twelve years ago, whoa first I heard
that your poor father was gone. I was
sitting, I remember, in this very room,
. W , leUor8 ., aild . T 1 lrn .a?med . y°»
-
to bo a tall young woman, with whom I
pe rlla P 8 » f,dl in lov « with me. You soo,
my pot, I was twelve yerrs younger
then ; and now I am reluctantly com
polled to acknowledge to myself
that all that remaius to me is to
play the purt of tho old father on the
stage, and deliver yon over to some
UanjBome y° un B ‘ovor’s care.”
He spoke lightly, but there was an
undertone of deep sadness in his voice,
Diana came anti perched herself on
llM “™ 01 «■» ** in wfcfch
!■« »» renlining
B, \ fc 1 d °n’t want any handsome
young lover, said she “Oh Mr. Hea
ford—dear guardy as 1 used to call
yoQ .~£f n fc the oM t,mos come back
hM1 * iv Dl ’ « i h ° ^Hlmournfull.v, , ,,
“old „ nr times never do , come back.”
„ lint thoy mu? wdh t-but they shall!”
° ne£l tho gir1, l ' Q,)T ^- ‘? ow ,i!iufc
vonr eyes—now Gould fancy yourself opening
your letters. you fall in love
with me, gnardy?” holdiug her hand
playfully over bis eyes. “Because
because the last half of your prediction
bus come true. I have fallen in love
with you. Thero—now I have told it
all!”
And then Diana slipped down to her
knees on the floor, and hid her burning
face on his arm, as he sat thero am eng
the pillows.
What did Selwyn Seaford an
swer V He could answer nothing just
at lir8t - Ho was like the pcarl-seokcr,
who, , coming toilsomely home after a
hopaless day of failures, suddenly dis
covers a pure pearl lying at his feet,
1)18 0WD ’ aad onl J*
“Di,” said he, faintly, “I am old
enough to be your father.”
“You are just old enough to )>e my
husband,” she saucily retorted.
“And I have but half of what little
fortnno I originally possessed."
“ In my eyes,” said Diana, gravely,
“you are a rich man. But tell me, first,
one thing”—
“Well?”
“Do yon lore ms^’’
“My little love, I cannot ffemember
when I have not loved you!”
“Very well,” said Di, “then it’s all
settled. We are engaged.”
Mr. Seaford never would have dared
to ask Diana Fulton for the treasure
her love ; but now, that he knew
was his, it represented to him an earthly
she paradise. couldn’t And Aunt Balestierre
understand it at all.
“But if Seaford and Diana
pleased / am!” she said.
So the adopted daughter became
dear and cherished wife I
A sheep dairy for the manufacture
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Tenn. food Sheep cheese is a popular art
cle of in Austria, and this
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liy contracting a severe cough and cold,
1 was coinjielled to give up iny daily work
Keep to the house. A neighbor recommended
me to try » bottle of Dr. Bull’s Cough Syrup,
It was procured and used ; to my astonish lu nt
relief was iastazrtaneous.
Eow. W. OiATTOir, Waverly, Ud.
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No blight of war to curse the land,
Thank God, no blight of war!
No scourge of death from sea to sea,
Thank God, no scourge of death I
No famine’s cry, unanswered here.
Thank God, no famine’s cry
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Thank God, they reign triune.
liOt want look up and wait on God,
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Thank God, Oh, widowed heart!
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Their sadness into joy;
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The cry of Egypt: I won’t my mum*
my.
A night-gown is nothing but a nap
sack.
If wit is badinage, what must it be
in youth ?
Woman was made after man, but the
men have been after the women ever
since.
A Yonkers man called his dog Money
because he is never on hand when most
needed.
“Why don’t yon have some stile about
you?" said tho man who had looked
along a mile of barbed fence for an en
trance.
A young man feels that he has not
lived in vain when he finds iiis picture
exhibited in the showcase of a photograph
gallery.
A fire in a tenement was put out by
a couple of policemen. An enthusiast
exclaimed : “How admirable our po¬
lice ! They arrest even a fire.”
An nay. that David D.™
Now 8 J»ndB we between know what the two keeps groat thorn parties. far
so
apart.
The man who tried to explain away
his chicken stealing experience by say
ing he v ,as a member rf the Humane
Society, and felt it his coopt, duty to thin out
the overcrowded hen for the sake
of giving them ventilation, had his
board paid for ninety days by an ap
probative community tin* ; nobody’s talents
need g„ to wed in ,on,.try.
An Iowa paper tellanf twoto.er. how
were permanently separated by the In
terposition Being freely of a interpreted “cold cloud of this realism.”
means
probably that they were not kindred
K ° 1lls - Tho circumstance recalls the
instance of a romantic young lady who
bad a whtfn very lino head of Imir. One eve
ning, her affianced stood gazing
very inquisitively at it in the n. idnight,
she said, with much feeling, “John, ara
yon thinking that each one of these
hairs is like a golden cord hindi or yon
to happiness ?” “Well, no,” lie an
swered, mechanically, “I was thinking
what a nice mosquito net they would
make."
The Pet I’i^.
At this moment tbbra exists iu Lithn
a nia, on the estate of M. le Comte de
--, a porcine animal passing bis life
a t full liberty under t he happiest con
ditions. But that pig I,;-., a “happy
thought,” ho appealed to the sentiment
0 f "NoblesseOblige."and well deserved
his freedom, for <h sliced in early in
fancy to form a dm!, which is a special
mets rle prediledimi nt a Polish dinner
table, tho little animal, escaping from
bis murderers bv some fortunate chance,
con trive«l to take «(fage at the feet of
his master. KniJo in hand, the cook
followed to gain possession of his vic
t im, but the Count, with true chivalry,
declared iba*. r.iggv, bavins appealed
to killed, bis protection," should j <wer be
and accordingly, afi*-:- \ oing fed
upon the ben', Lh/tky (Italnm i>a«te) and
milk for seme ou^'s, he wa« • ent off to
t h e country, established as thechil
dren’s plav*mate, and si ill remains in
the same caj ..cifv, K i v ; n g from time to
time the od.l< .texami icsof intelligence
an ,i lonhot.u . \\ bile on tha subject of
fortunate snokiug-pig: another may be
mentioned, whose cleverness was so
8n( 3 bis training -o perfect
be formed one ot the principal attrae
tions of a weli-known Buss tan circus
proprietor. Among tin* crowds which
dail^ visifed him in Moscow
we re four voung otticers who made a
wager that'tbev'would eat the learned
pigling, <lo and having nothing lietter to
! with their money, laid down 2,000
rubies, the price demanded, and order
ed him to be sent home. The dinner
took place amid much hilarity; but
although the young scapegraces bad
* supposed their intention to l»e carefully
concealed from the circus master, he
bad been quite wise enough to find it
out, had dispatched them a succulent,
bat perfectly ignorant little squeaker,
and made the best of his departure,
with the real simon pare and a sum of
money equal to more than 81,000.—
The London Spectator.