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£ BLACKSHEAR NEWS. PUBLISHED T7EEKLY BY . Z. BYRD, editor and proprietor, ackshear, GA. SCRIPT10N, $1.00 PER YEAR. jial Rates to Advertisers on application.’ T7NTY DIRECTORY. Qslqi put- V A. J. 8tricklan<i Ota J. W. Strickland. —B. Z. Byrd. Coi —B. D. Brantley. Counts Sttbvesor.— Davis Thornton. Tax Reoxivek.— John J. Smith. Tax Collxctok.—A lfred Davis. COURT CALENDER. Clinch County.— First Mondays in March and October. Appling County.— Second Mondays in March and October. Wayne County. —Third Mondays in March and October. Piebce County.—F ourth Mondays in March and October. November. Wabe County.— First Mondays in April and Coffee County.— First Tuesday after second Monday in April and November. after Chablton County.—F irst Tuesday third Monday in April and November. Camden County.—F ourth Mondays in April and November. Glynn County. —Commencing on the first Monday in May and December, the and business to continue two weeks, or so long as may require. II. L. Merahon, Judge, Brunswick, Ga., and G. B, Mabry, Solicitor-General, Brunswick. Ga. TOWN DIRECTORY. Mayor.— Wm. R. Phillips. Aldermen.— Dr. C. H. Smith, T. J. Fuller, J. M. Shaw and J. W. Strickland. SECRET SOCIETIES. A BLACKSHEAR LODGE NO. 270, F. & A. H. Regular communications of this lodge will be held on tho first and third Fri¬ day nights in each T. month. W. M. C. Latimer, A. J. Strickland, Secretary. aug-tf PROFESSIONAL. CARDS. W. R. PHILLIPS, ATTORNEY AT LAW, augt-tf Blackshear, £ Ga. A. E. COCHRAN, ATTORNEY AT LAW, Blackshear, Ga. Practice regularly in the counties composing the Brunswick Circuit and in tho District and Circuit courts of the United States at Savannah or the Southern District of Georgia. my!6-6m .Q. B. MABRY, ATTORNEY AT LAW, Brunswick, Ga. Practice regularly in the counties of Glynn, Pierce, Ware, Wayne, Brunswick Camden, Coffee, Appling and of the Circuit, and Telfair, of the Oconee Circuit. aug4-tf s. W. HITCH, ATTORNEY AT LAW, Blackshear, Ga. Practice regularly in the Brunswick Circuit. aug4-tf A. B. ESTES, JR., ATTORNEY AT LAW, Blackshear, Pierce Oo., Ga. Practice regularly in the Brunswick Circuit. feb28-ly PHYSICIANS. jQR. A M. MOORE, PRACTICING PHYSICIAN, Blackshear, Ga. Calb^jMomptly attended to dayor night. ’yj'EDICAL AND SURGICAL NOTICE DR. C. H. SMITH Offers his professional services to the citizens of Pierce and adjoining counties. Blackshear, Ga., March 1, 1880-tf. DENTIST. |JR. WM. NOBLE, —''Gp: k DENTIST, Blackshear, Ga. Office on Maine street, opposite Poetoffice jv38-tf _ ^MARBLE WORKS. JOHN A MET. T,, MARBLE AND STONE WORKS. Monuments, l fto mda»d Tombs, Headstones, etc. Esti |g M w on application for all irinda of 205 and 207 Broughton Street, jj25-Qm Savannah, Ga. EOXiiJj. JESUP HOUSE, T. P. LITTLEFIELD, Proprietor, The attention Jeeup, of Gt. * the tf&veiiog public i«t directed to the inducement* offered them by this hotel. Rates, per day.,.............. 11.50 Single Meals................. 7: By Sy the Month................ Week.................. 20.00 the 1.V) (Lateral discount to families. Blackshear News. E. Z. BYRD, Editor and Proprietor. VOL. IV. What Then I We ■wreathe our brows with fairest flowers, We quaff the eup of pleasure, We dance through hours of giddy mirth To music’s gayest measure; The garlands fade—the cup is drained, The restless leet are weary, The eyes are dim with mists of tears, And hearts are sad and dreary What then? U We build ns monuments of fame, We twine us wreaths of glory, Our names through deeds of honest worth Are told in song and story; But hand and brain grow weak at last By pain and age o’ertaken; We watch the busy world go by Forgotten and forsaken; What then ? Ah, then we sigh for blossoms fadeless, aweeti Which once we might have nourished in out breast; We long to fill our cup from crystal rills And turn our footsteps to the vales of rest; Wo learn the worth of temples built above, Of names engraven in the book of life, Of hearts made purer by the furnace fires. Unhardened by the years of toil and Btrife. Oh, thoughtless one, turn not from wisdom’ ways, Nor all the higher aims of life forget, Else memory will mock your misery, And fill the after years with vain regret. — Mrs. 8. L. Howell. MISS TILT'S NIECE. “ I wish very much I could do any¬ thing,” said Ted Murchison. “ I will go np to London on purpose, if you like, and call at your house. But don’t they write to you?” “ They think it better not. They would let me know if there were any¬ thing fresh to tell. I have to console myself with the proverb, * No news is good ne -s. > » Cecile R edding spoke with a ring of sadness in her voice, and for a minute her gray eyes looked misty as she turned them away. Directly after she glanced back at her companion and laughed merrily. “What is the matter?’ asked the young man, somewhat taken by sur¬ prise, and looking quickly first on one side and then the other, with the ex¬ pectation of finding some cause for her amusement. There was nothing to be seen but the smooth lawn with its neat flower beds, the high laurel hedge, and the brown gate, half open, as though in readiness for his departure. His astonishment only increased the girl’s merriment, so that it was some minutes before she could answer. While they dogcart were standing thus in the porch u was driven by, its occupants being the village doctor and his groom. The fonrer looked hard at the little group in the doorway, half raising his hand to his hat, bnt refraining on see¬ ing that he was unobserved. “I beg your pardoD.’teaid Cecile, re¬ covering her gravity; “ but you do look so funny. Your coat is covered with green from the woodwork, and you were putting on such a sentimental expres¬ sion.” “ I wasn't aware that to have a few patches of green on one’s clothes made be one so irresistibly ludicrous. It would much more practical and sensible to offer to give me a brushing betpre I go.” His ill-used air caused Cecile,’s mouth to curl again as she shook her head. “ I daresay it would; but you ought to have learnt by this time not to ex¬ pect anything practical or sensible from e.” £<r 1 expected , , nothing, ... Miss ^ Redding, Candidly, I never knew what to expect from yon. When I am inclined to with your troubles you shut me up by laughing in my face, and if I venture on a joke you look as solemn as if I were preaching jou a sermon.” “Your jokes are very, very bad,” she said, naively; “I think I should prefer the sermon.” '• Yon re always down on me,” said Murchison, in a mock despondent tone, It is fortunate your aunt is more mer “Won’t you come m . again?” said Cecile, ignoring this speech. “ You must be quite tired of standing.” “ Is that a hint that you wish me to go r ‘ , -n- yell. 11 t 1 i “ve a great many things to do, she answered, laughing again. i“ "hat on earth can you have to do ? A novel to read, I suppose ?” “ Perhaps,’ said Cecile, calmly. ‘■Then good-bye for the present. I shall look in again this afternoon, as I rather want to see Miss Tilt. You think she is sure to be in T' “Oh, yes; auntie never goes'out twice in one day.” They ebook hands, the young man holding hers rather longer than polite nesa after required, him, and then the gabs swung while Miss Redding re entered the house with a heightened color BLACKSHEAR, GA., MARCH 23, 1882. She went into the pretty little dining¬ room and sat down to write a letter, which took a long time through her stopping every few minutes with the end of the pen pressed against her soft under-lip, lost in thought, and the writing forgotten. More than once she smiled and colored consciously, though there was np one to see or note how well she looked with that flush in her fair cheek. Cecile was one of those girls whom severe critic would eet down as decid¬ edly not pretty, though under favoring circumstance^ she often seemed so. Her complexit n was very fair, with a bluish, peachlike bloom upon it; her eyebrows her by no means well marked but scanty; month a little too wide and her teeth large and irregular. Her chief beauty was her brown, wavy hair, that had never been marred by scissors, but grew all over her head to "its natural ?ength, the shortest part being about her temples, where it oar led and waved unassisted by art or curlpapers, gleam¬ ing with touches of gold shaded into the darker hue of the rest. EnviotB friends admired this becoming growth, and endeavored to imitate it, with un¬ varying ill-success. Even her aunt, Miss Alethea Tilt, had tried her hand at it, but her straight tresses absolutely refused to be tortured into anything resembling a curl. Before the letter was finished Miss Tilt came in, accompanied by her friend and companion, Miss Pelham—a large lady, with very round, protruding eyes, and a good-natured smile. “How nice and cool you look, Ce¬ cile,” said Miss Tilt, sinking iDto a chair and fanning herself with a Japan¬ ese hand-screen. “ I was so afraid we should meet some one—and my face I know is flaming!” “ Mr. Murchison has been here,” said Cecile, adding a few words by way of postscript, and looking absorbed in her writing, so that she did not see the consoions way in which her aunt dropped her eyes on to the grotesque figures on the screen. “What did he want?” Miss Pelham inquired, as she unfastened the strings of her bonnet. * Cecile carefully folded her letter in half, and answered, demurely: “ To see aunt.” “ Dear me. How very strange!” said Miss Tilt, blushing. “ He is coming again this afternoon, as I told him you would most likely be in then.” “ Whatever can he wish to see me for ? I can’t imagine.” Her aunt’s ton i was so odd that at last Cecile raised her eyes. “Poor aunt! She thinks he is in love with her!” was the thought that flashed into her mind, and her cheek became as rosy as her lips. “ How can she, when he is twenty-four and she six-and-thirty “Now, ?” if it had been the doctor,” said Miss Pelham, with a ponderous at¬ tempt at looking arch, “I should have said he was coming to. ask you a very important question.” “ For shame !” said Miss Tilt. “So¬ phia, how can you ? Poor Mr. Parry! What a shame to put such ideas into one’s head.” “ He certainly is very fond of coming here,” said Cecile, thoughtfully. “ And he is about your age, auntie, and a very nice, kind man.” “ My dear girl! He is years older than I am. He must be at least thirtv eight.” Her niece did not smile when Miss Tilt made this announcement, but she had hard work to keep her rebellious mouth straight. That afternoon Cecile went by herself to call on a friend who lived some two miles away, As she was Yon returning she met Murchison, ‘ ‘ should not^sHralone, now that the hop-pickers are in the neigh borhoed,” he said, severely. “ You must let me see you home.” As she made no opposition he walked by her side, stealing many aside glance at her face. “ Promise me,” he continued, after a minute, “ that you will not go out alone again until they are gozio. I don’t like to think of it. They are an awfully rough lot,” “ They won’t interfere with me. I am not afraid,” she said, laughing. “ But I am. Pray don’t tbink me in terfering, bat it is not safe for an un protected girl in these ljnely laDes.” Cecile was silent and half embar rassed for a few minutes, but soon re covering herself changed the subject. found 'J hey were both surprised when they themselves at the gate; the time had passed so quickly, owing to an in* teresting conversation, “ Oh, here we are at home !** said Cecile, blushing directly after for the dismayed tone of her words. “ 1 am sorry,” he answered, extend ing his hand. “ It has been a deiight ml walk to mo at least. May it aoon be reposed I” H i held her small gloved fingers lingeringly, and when her shy !»>k met Subscription, $1.00 per Year. NO. 48. his, as she sa ; d, “Good-bye, and thank you,” there was something iff his eyes that made her hastily withdraw and run into the house, with her very neck suf¬ fused with color. She went straight upstairs and had removed her hat when her aunt’s voice called her into her bedroom. She found Miss Tilt sitting on tho side of her bed with her handkerchief to her eyes. "What is it, auntie?” and Cecile hastened to her side in some apprehen¬ sion. “ Oh, not—not—bad news from home!" “ Oh, dear, no!” Miss Tilt hurriedly responded. “Nothing bad has hap¬ pened. I am only a little agitated. Cecile, depr, I am engaged to be mar¬ ried.” “ Oh, aunt, I am very glad, and not much surprised. I thought it would be so somo time—I guessed it as soon as I came." “Did yoa, dear?” Her aunt bestowed on her a surprised glance, and then surveyed herself in the mirror which happened to be op¬ posite. * T like him so much,” Cecile went on; “he is so unselfish, and so qniet and grave and gentlemanly. Is it to be a long engagement?” “No; on the contrary, Edwaru wishes to be mairied as soon as possible.” “Edwaru ! I thought—I did not know his name was Edward ?” “Ted, then!" sai* 1 Miss Tilt, with diffidence. “I can hardly bring myself to speak of him so familiarly,” Cecile started, opened her lips and closed them again without speaking, while the blood rushed to her face and then receded, leaving it unusually pale. “He came directly you had gone. Of course people may be rather surprised at my accepting a man so much younger than myself—but after all age is more in feelings than in years; and he looks older than he is.” “Yes,” she answered slowly, and placing figure, her a; ja about her aunt’s thin she g• ?e her a loving kiss. “I hope you will bo happy,” she whispered; door, then moving toward the she added, “I remember that my letter is not posted. I’ll just run anu take it myself.” She walked down the road with her ■head in a whirl, and it was somo min¬ utes before she could collect her thoughts. When they assumed definite shape Ceoile knew that she bad been very Murchison. near falling in lovo with Ted So near that jnst now she felt as though she had lost something out of her life, and as though she would give a great deal to be at home. having A dangerous and infectious disease appeared in her family was tho reason of Cecile’s exile, which bad now been of two months’ duration. Daring those two months she had been thrown much into contact with Ted Murchison, and Mr. Parry the doctor, it being the latter of these to whom her thoughts had flown when her aunt announced her engagement. “ Aunt has a nice income of her own, and I have none,” she could not avoid the thinking, though despising herself for base suspicion. “ But he has always how sought me out, and oh ! how could he— dare he—talk to me as he has done, and look at me like that! How stupid him!” I have been not to see through Hhe walked straight past the post office unconsciously, and hurried on with the letter in her hand; bnt soon recollecting herself, she turned sharply and crossed the road. Too preoccupied to notice the sound of wheels behind, this unexpected movement of Cecile’s very nearly 're¬ sulted in an accident. She was awak¬ ened from her reverie by a loud ex¬ clamation, and looked round quick.y to see a horse pulled back on its haunches, its head having almost touched her shoulder. The next minuie some one had leaped down, and Cecile found herself confronted by tho doctor. She kept her face averted slightly, lest it should betray the mortification she. was feel¬ ing, and spoke carelessly: “ I shall have you taken np for furious driving, Dr. Parry. Your man was going to run over me, it seems.” “It was a narrow escape,” he said, briefly, and waved his hand to the groom to drive on. After a pause, he continued: “ I look upon myself as your medical man, Miss Redding, since I attended you when you first came down. That is my only excuse for re¬ marking on your appearance. What is the matter with jou?” “If anything you ought to tell,” said Cecile, laughing. feelings,” “ Perhaps I can il you describe your said Parry. “There is nothing tbo matter—I am perfectly well," she protected, adding, as though tho words wore forced from her by his sesrehiug eyes. “ I oru only a little surprised at some news I have had.” “Nothing bad, I hope?” “ No—ob, no. It ia only th»‘ my THE,BLACKSHEAR RATES OF ADVERTISING i RQUABES. 1 T1HF. 1 HO. 3 HO. 6 MO. 1 TXAM On*. 1 00 1888888 SSSSooe. 888888 tWSi Two 16 88888 Three Four Eight...... Sixteen.... Transient advertisements $1.00 per first io sertkra; 50 oenta for each subsequent one. Special notices 10 cents eaeh in^rtirw y Bills due immediately after first insertion. aunt is engage! to be married to Mr. Murchison.” Gecile had no sooner said this than an uneasy conviction came across her that she ought not to have spoken out so frankly. She had received no per mission to make the affair public. “ Perhaps I ought not to have men¬ tioned it,” she ftaid, hastily. “Yon won’t say anything about it just yet, will you t* Looking at him fully for the first time, sue was. startled to see that hq| was “Oh deathly pale. 1 I am so sorry!” she exclaimed, struck with dismay, as she remembered hi^ ft frequent visits to her aunt’s honse. “ was very thoughtless of me to tell you that!” “ Why ? what do you mean ?” He looked down with an amused smile at her troubled face, reading it with the greatest ease. “ Don’t get it into your head that this piece of information af fecti me one way or another. If any¬ thing, it is rather welcome.” “ Then you are ill ?” “ No, MiBs Redding. The truth is I nearly ran over you just now, which made me feel awfully queer, though you appear to regard it as an incident of no importance.” “Doctors onght to have stronger nerves!” Gecile remarked, lightly. “ Don’t 1” he said, quickly, “It isn’t like yon, Gecile! It is the greatest wonder that I am not taking you home seriously, if not fatally, injured! Don t be so flippant, for heaven’s sake!” “ I will say good-afternoon now, as I have a letter to post 1” and Gecile ex¬ tended her hand, anxious to get away before the tears that had started up at his grave, reproving tore should make themselves visible; but the doctor’s perception was keen, and he caught the wet glo»m under her drooped lids* He took her hand, but pot in farewell. Instead, he drew her to a stile by the side of the road, so &s to be out of the way of a passing vehicle. “A minute longer! Have I hurt you idiot, or Murchison?” are you grieving for that young “Please Jet me go!” she entreated, trying to withdraw her fingers from the tifsht clasp in which they were held. “ My letter will be too late I” “ The box will not be cleared for an¬ other hour. You shall go if you wish it, but first give me absolution for what I am afraid you think my impertinent interference.” “ l will attribute it to a fatherly in¬ terest in my welfare,” said Gecile, with a half smite. "I know you too well really to tesent anything you may choose to say.” “ Do I, then, seem so very old?” he asked, rather netted. Thus appealed to she gave a critical glance at his tall, well-proportioned figure, and dark, earnest face that might have belonged to a man of thirty or even Jess. Gecile, am I too r'd for you? I am only thirty-foar a f tr all! 1 can see you have never thoi ght of my asking you this—never thought of it!—while I have thought of little else since I first saw you I” Ho stopped, and silence fell between them. Gould anything be more dis¬ couraging than the blank sunwise that greeted his Bpeech ? Sutton Parry felt it more quenching than a decided nega¬ tive. “ Your face answers me, child!” he said, sadly; “but let mo speak a little more plainly before the subject is at an end—for the present! I love you dearly! I would do anything on earth —endure anything for your sake! Give me yourself, Cecile, and you shall never know a care from which I conld shield you!” interrupted, “Pray—pray say no more!” Gecile “ The more yon say the more ungrateful I feel. I wish I had never come here. I could not—I wish I could say yes!” She looked pale and distressed, and stood before him like a culprit, steal¬ ing a troubled glance at his face, its ex¬ pression affording her anything but consolation. £ Tn< re was silence Tor a space; and then Parry lifted his eyes to see her dash hastily away a couple of tears that were on the point of falling. “ Don’t do that!” he said, quickly. “ Don’t grieve; it can’t be helped. I might have known, Yon are quite sure—yen never will care for me, child?” A decided shake of the head was the only answer, and he took her hand to look earnestly into her clear eyes. Then relinquishing it with a deep sigh, stran¬ gled in its exit from his breast, be said, quietly: Good-bye, then. Bat if you should ever think differently promise me that yon will be honest enough to let me know. Don’t let false modesty part us, Gecile, for I shall never change.” Cecil® went home in a very dissatia fled frame of mind. 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