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JOHH C. TAN STCKEL- & CO,
Wholesale and Retail Dealers in
CROCKERY,
GLASSWARE,
House Furnishing Goods
Tin-Plate,
• Stoves,
Hardware,
&c., <fcc.
MANUTAOTCKIBS OF
TINWARE.
No. 116 Third Street,
MACON, GA.
HOWTO SAVE MONEY
BUY YOUR GOODS
FROM
J. M. WOOD,
Wrightsville, Ga.
593D—He deal* la DBF GOODS and GRO¬
CERIES, and will Mil as low as the lowest,
Jaliooes, Homewani, aB kinds. Drillings. Jeans, Boots
tnd Shoes of
Bacon, Flour, Coffee, Rloe, etc., always on
land. Also a nice selection of
Millinery Goods,
Sutdi as Ladies’ Hats, Ribbons and Flowers ol
ill descriptions, and various other things too
lutneious to mention. Call and see lor your
iwif.
CARHART & CURD,
BZALEES IN
Hardware, Iron & Steel i
WOODENWARE,
Carriage Material,
Cotton Gins,
Circular Saws,
SCALES,
PAINTS, OILS, &c.
Macon, Ga.
R. J. DAVANT. J. 8. WOOD, JR.
DAY ANT & WOOD,
1X4 Street,
Savannah, Georgia,
Special attention given to sale oi
C0TT0I.R1CE & NATAL STORES.
AGENTS FOB
DRAKE’S COTTON TIES.
Cash advances made on consignments.
SID. A. PUGHSLEY, Jr.
agent and salesman,
—WITH
I. L. FALK & CO •1
CLOTHIERS,
425 and 427 Broome St., New York,
Cor. Congress and Whittaker Streets,
^AVAJNNAH, GA.
WEIGHTSVILLE, GA., SATUKDAY, FEBEUAKY 12, 1881.
DRUG STORE.
J. W. BRINSON & CO.,
DRUGGISTS,
Wrightsville, Ceorgla.
Have on hand a complete, stock of Drug!
and all other articles usually kept in a
First-Class
Drug Store,
Which they ate selling at prices to suit th«
times, and are prepared to fill all orders ant
prescriptions on the shortest possible notice.
Dr. J. W. BRINSON continues to prao
tice his profession in its various brances.
Office at the Drug Store.
W. B. MELL & CO.,
Wholesale and retail dealers in
sunn, m, dimes.
Rubber and .Leather
BELTING AND PACKING,
Frenoh and American Call Skins, Sole, Har.
ness, Bridle and Patent Leather,
WHIPS and SADDLERY WARE
TRUNKS, VALISES,
Market Square, Savannah, Ga
Orders by mail promptly attended to.
A. M. MATHIS,
Tennille, Ga.,
Horse-Shoeing a Specialty.
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All work intrusted to my care will receive
prompt attention. Charges reasonable and
satisfaction guaranteed in every instance.
SMITH’S HOTEL,
W. J. M. SMITH, Agent.
Wrightsville, Georgia,
Having lately undergone thorough repairs,
this Hotel is prepared to accommodate tht
public highest with market the prices finest paid the market for country affords. produce. The
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Miss Anna R. McWhorter,
Wrightsville, Ga.,
Keeps on hand a nice selection of
Millinery ai Faicr Goods
SUCH AS
LADIES’ HATS, RIBBONS,
FLOWERS and TRIMMINGS.
In endless variety; also a nice assortment ot
latest patterns, etc., all for sale as cheap si
the and cheapest. make dresses I am also prepared Call te cut, fll
at short notice. on mt
before purchasing elsewhere.
• z. SMITH,
Six miles from Tennille, on Wrightsville Road
Is now prepared to make and repair
Wagons, Carts, Plows, Etc.
I keep constantly on hand a large stock ol
Plows and Chairs, which 1 am selling at
reasonable rates.
J. T. & B. X DENT,
Eight miles west of Wrightsville, Ga.
Keep constantly on h nd a fine assortment
oi Pure
Liquors, Brandies, Wines, Ales, Lager.
Etc., eto.; also Tobacco, Cigars, and Candies,
Pickles, Oysters, Sardines, a
lull line of lamily '
GROCERIES!
All ol which we will sell at inside figures,
Give ns a trial. Respectfully,
J. T. & B. J. DENT.
A. J. BRADDY & SON
Wrightsville, Ga.
BLACKSMITH SHOP.
A specialty of Plantation Work. Wagons,
Buggies, eto., made and repaired.
Plows and Plow-Stocks of all kinds, and
every kind of Wood and Iron Work done by
A. J. BRADDY & SON,
Wrightsville, Ga.
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John A. Shivers & Son,
Tennhxe, Ga.,
Are now prepared to build, repair and
overhaul
Carriages, Buggies, Wagons, &c.
iSP” We also make a specialty of One
Bene Weflone.
Two Lovers.
Two lovers by a moss-grown spring—
They leaned soft cheeks together there.
Mingled the dark and sunny hair,
And heard the wooing thrushes sing.
Oh, budding time ?
Oh, love’s blest prime ?
Two wedded irom the portal stept;
The bells made happy carrolings,
The air was solt as tanning wings,
While petals on the pathway swept.
Oh, pure-eyed bride !
Oh, tender bride!
Two faces o’er a cradle bent!
Two hands above the head were looked:
1 hese pressed eaoh oilier while they rocked j
these watched a life that love had sent.
Oh, solemn hour!
Oh, hidden power!
Two parents by the evening fire;
The red light fell about their kneos,
On heads that rose by slow degrees
Like buds upon the lily spire.
Oh, patient life !
Oh, tender striie!
The two still sat together there;
The red light shone about their knees,
But all the heads by slow degrees
Had gone and left the lonely pair.
Oh, voyage fast!
Oh, vanished past!
The red light shone about the floor
And made the space between them wide;
They diew their chairs up side by side,
Their pale cheeks joined, and said “ Once
more!”
Oh, memories !
Oh, past that is !
— George Eliot.
WINNING GOOD LOOK.
As the great clock in the counting
room of Barone Brothers, bankers,
struck five, Mr. Rufus Warner,
chief bookkeeper and confidential
clerk, looked up at it musingly and
closed his ledgers for the day. It was
time now to go home; but he did net
remember any one day of his life that
had ever been so short. Since he had
enfolded his morning naper and rend,
with considerable amazement, a ccr-,
tain small advertisement,-he had been
in a state of happy perplexity and
b.issful castle-building.
‘If this should meet the eyes of
llufus Warner (He had read it twenty
times or more during the afternoon)
ns should meet the eyes of Rufus
Warner, who remembers Joey Trexler,
he will hear of something worth know
Attorneys-at-law, AcLril a rassm ^ Chicago.” ^ ea< l u ® * Tarbox,
thpTJ rCe ° f the other ek2rk3 S!lid
the advertisement f meant that he was
about to “strike a streak of luck ” But
ssrisj? j”
the evening, though, after he had slmt
himself up alone in his room, and sat
down before the open fire, in dressing
gown and slippers, it occurred to him.
Joey Trexler! Why, of course, he re
membtred him very well. How stupid
he had been not to recollect himsooner!
He had met the man long ago, when
he, Rufus, was fifteen years old, and
coming up to the city the first time. He
was not likely to forget that period of
his life. The day was a chilly lone
some one, late in November, and the
roads were frozen and rough, so that the
lumbering old stage-coach in which he
rode from Perryville jolted at every turn
of the wheels. He remembered, too,
how dreary the fields looked, with their
tall bunches of cornstalks dotting
them here and there, and the leaves on
the trees were all turned and falling
along the roadside. About dark it be
gan to snow a little, and Joey Trexler
(he was the driver) jumped down from
his box and lighted the lamps at the
sides of the coach. Then the other
passengers—two old gentlemen and an
old lady— drew the buflalo robes about
them and gave up talking some time,
As for himself, he had enough to think
about, while he sat huddled in one
corner, watching through one of the
windows the flicker of the Jump at that
side and the gathering gloom without.
By-and-bye, however, one of the old gen
tlemen disturbed him.
“Going furP” he asked. ‘’Maybe
you oughtn’t to fall asleep,”
“lam going to the city,” Rufus an
swered. “ I am not asleep.”
“•Going to the city, piece‘for are you? Well,
now, that’s quit; a a lad like
you to you alone. Folks live there P”
“No.”
The coach jolted along some distance
before the man spoke to him again;
and it grew darker and darker, so that
they could not see each other very
plainly. After a while, though, the old
gentleman attempted once more to start
conversation.
Belong down in the country here
somewhere, I supposeP” be inquired.
“ In Perryville,” Rufus returned.
“Your father keeps store there,
maybe?”
“ He is dead,”
“Dead? Shaw! I’m sorry to hear
it. Mother living?”
“No.”
The coach lurched, the snow blew
against the windows, and the lamps
shot up an extra flash.
“So you’re an orphan?” said the old
lady, in a sympathetic tone, from her
corner
“ Yes, ma'am.”
Here the conversation ended a second
time; _ for the horses were now seeking
their way in the dark, and the Coach
swayed to and fro, making it necessary
'Aat tho occupants should guard
against being thrown from their
seats. Rufus, tired and weary,
wondered if they would ever reach the
end of the journey. He dozed once, in
spite of the uncomfortable condition of
things, and awoke with a start. Then
he dozed again in earnest and dreamed
vaguely. Now he was in his room at
home; and his mother was standing at
the side of the bed, looking down at
him. Next, everything was confusion
and the house was filled with the neigh¬
bors. Somebody was telling him that
it was an auction, and that they were
selling all the furniture; that his aunt
in the city had sent for him to visit her
until he got a chance to live somewhere
else. Finally, the old house seemed to
be rocking with the wind and the win¬
dows were rattling very loud; lights
were flashing here ana there, also, and
people were calling one another. Sud¬
denly he felt himself hurled to the floor
and heard a frightful crash.
“Whoa,Bess! Whoa, Isay!” It was
the voice of the stage driver, calling to
his’horses. Rufus was wide awake now,
and In an instant was aware that the
coach .had .tipped over. The two old
gentlemen, the old lady and himself
were a11 in a heap to K fitlier -
“Don’t any of you move!” said one
of the men. “;J’ve got a-hold of the
door berejibove U3,"and canjthrow it
open.”
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He did so in a moment ana crawled
out. His companion, after groaning
much and declaring that his legs were
both broken, managed to follow; and
tinn Rufus extricated himself from the
robes, and helped them assist the old
iady to climb out. She was much fright
ened, and had such difficulty in stand
rag that the two old gentlemen forgot
their own aches at once, and carried her
to a house a rod or two Up the road,
where a light glimmered. Rufus, in the
meanwhile, hurried to unbuckle the
harness that heldjdown the floundering
horses, which the driver was bawling
at f rom gome place where he had been
thrown
“That’s right, boy! That’s right!” he
„ aid .. the horses snramr lo their feet f
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Rufus ’ a,ter taking off the unbrokcn
lamp on the upper side of the coach and
discovered that the driver
wa8 pinned down ip the snow by a part
of one of the wheels - which was resting
on bi ® legs ‘,
th&t , . . _ ., b
8 \ ^ “ y °I’
W ! th a11 jour might!” the man said,
seizlEg the wbeel h ! mself ’ also> and ’
wilh a great tffort ’ dragging his limbs
fre ®’
He had . . scarcely , achieved ,. . this, ,. though, .
before Le fel1 back in a swoon; and
Rafus > holding the lamp over him, saw
tbat bi8 ankle bad been cut and tbat R
was bleeding frightfully. But, instead
of being scared and running away to
the bousR for aid> Ru,us took off a knit
scarf be bad abou t his neck and tied it
around tbe driver’s leg, just above the
wound, as tight as he could draw it. He
had read somewhere that this was the
way to check bleeding from a vein or an
ar tery, and he had the satisfaction im
mediately of seeing the appliance take
effect and the blood cease flowing so
rapidly. Then, exercising his wits
still further, he rolled the man on one of
the buflalo robes and dragged him over
the snow to the house,
i n the end it turned out that Rufus’
promptness probably saved the driver’s
life; at least , the doctor, when he
arrived , a half hour afterward> said as
much . But it all slipped K out of Rufus’ “
. . .. . . he
T r f acbed „ city, with its -T™ crowned as
streetsand whirl of excitement - ° QCe
on! y before had he ever been there, and
tbe noise bewildered him for awhile,
Sta nding alone in the busiest part of
one of tbe great thoroughfares, he
watched the people coming and going.
until be became very homesick. He felt
poor ^nd mean, too, dressed in his coarse
country clothes; and it did not seem as
though he ever could find any chance
to earn his living in the city. In the
evening his aunt told him that he ought
to get one of the newspapers in the
morning and look through the adver
tisements of wants. This he did with
much eagerness, and, after answering
two by letters, he selected one vacancy
to apply for in person.
a lawyer wanted a boy to tend his
office and run errands. Rufus thought*
as he hurried along the streets, that he
would be able to do that, and more
also, perhaps, if the lawyer would only
give him the opportunity. His hopes,
though, of obtaining even a trial expired
instantly as soon as he ascended the
first flight of stair's leading to the office
named in the advertisement. As many
as a hundred boys were already there
waiting for the place; big and small,
some good looking and others bad-look
ing, some well dressed and some rather
shabbily. A tall, slim gentleman, with
a prominent nose, red beard, and sharp
eyes looking out through spectacles,
soon passed up and through the crowd,
and, taking Rufus by the arm, drew him
inside the office.
Ever been in any office before P” he
asked, sharply.
“No, sir,” Rufus answered, timidly,
“But-”
“Never mind any ‘huts.’ Just answer
my questions. Are you well acquainted
with the city?”
Rufus was compelled to answer nega¬
tively again; upon which the man said,
abruptly, that he would not do at all,
and motioned him out. Going down the
stairs he felt a lump rise in liis throat;
but he set his teeth together firmly and
looked straight ahead. On the side¬
walk his thoughts were diverted a
moment or two by assisting an old lady
into an omnibus, and gathering up her
bundles for her politely; and then he
walked on—he did not know where ex¬
actly, nor care. Very lightly, however,
is our destiny sometimes seemingly
buffeted about. A word, an act, or a
look even frequently changes the whole
course of our lives; ana by his slight
courtesy to the old lady Rufus found out
the next day that he had won not a
little good luck.
After wandering about the city all
the morning, quite disheartened and
lonely, looking in at the store
windows, resting in parks and
wandering how it ever came about
that he should be in such circum¬
stances, he returned to his au t’s.
Dreary enough it was there, though, in
her prim little parlor; and, wanting
something to take up his attention, he
turned to the morning paper, and read
the advertisements again. One particu¬
larly attracted his notice. “ A banking
house desired a bright, honest boy as
messenger. Address P. O. Box 1308.’
Rufus sat down at the center-table and
wrote with much care a carefully
worded letter. Then he destroyed it,
and wrote another, and still another,
until he was satisfied he had done his
beA. His father had taught him never
to hall do anything, and he remembered
nowall his good advice. From his ex¬
perience at the lawyer’s, moreover, he
was aware that there would be a great
many letters besides his, and he knew
that, if he did not make his excellent,
no attention would be given it among
the others. And so it proved when, on
the following morning, he stood in a
private room of the great banking-house
of Barone Brothers.
“ A great many answers, my boy, a
great many,” said the kind old gentle¬
man before whom he waited; “but I
have selected yours and one other as the
most worthy of our notice. The other
lad—yes, yes, let me see,” looking at a
letter he held in his hand, while Rufu
grew anxious. “He has the advantage
of being familiar with the city and is
well recommended.”
There wa3the old lady just over by the
fire that Rufus had helped into the
omnibus the day before, and smiling a
pleasant recognition at him at this mo¬
ment. She went across to her husband
and whispered a word or two in his ear,
which settled the choice at once. In
more was on way
back to his aunt’s, one of the happiest
in the city. That was the begin¬
of his employment with Barone
Brothers, bankers.
One day, three years afterward, i
happened that Rufus was intrusted by
the firm to carry some documents to a
gentleman living in a small village near
the State capital. As he did not arrive
at the end of his journey until late he
was obliged to remain in the village
over night at the hotel; and it was
at this time that he won his next
good luck. While sitting on the
hotel piazza, in the evening, his atten¬
tion was attracted by an aristocratic
looking gentleman, who was pacing
to and fro on the gravel walk at the
foot of the Bteps, with a troubled, anx¬
ious manner. By-and-bye a man arrived
on horseback, for whom, it seemed, he
had been waiting, and both immedi¬
ately came up on the piazza and sat down.
“ Give yourself no further uneasiness,
Mr. Wheeler," said the new-comer, in a
low tone. “ The legislature is sure to
pass the Brower bill to-morrow. It is
all arranged, beyond doubt.”
“And you are sure that Barone
Brothers have no way of finding it out?”
the anxious gentleman asked, dropping
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his voice almost to a whisper, and look¬
ing around suspiciously.
“Yes, as sure as anybody can be.”
Rufus had not been an intentional
listener; but when he heard the name
of his firm mentioned his pulse began an
extra beat or two. The Brower bill!
What was it? He had never heard of
it before. Evidently, though, Barone
Brothers ought to be informed that
it was about to coine up before the
legislature. He went down on the
walk and strolled around, trying to
decide what to do. The nearest tele¬
graph office was at the railroad station,
about three miles away, and it would
not be open at that time cf night. But
he must be over there by three o’clock
in the morning, sure; for the operator
would be on hand when the early ex¬
press passed. That was his determin¬
ation, and his message was;
“The Brower bill will pass to-day.
Perhaps Barone Brothers ought to know
it. Rufus.”
Sitting up in bed and rubbing his eyes,
old Mr. Robert Barone read the dis¬
patch, with amazement, just at day¬
light. Perhaps Barone Brothers ought
to know it! Goodness! He would say
they had! And he jumped out of bed
in a hurry. It meant that a new rail¬
road was to be incorporated, and the
firm held bonds to the amount of a
million dollars, which they must not
think of selling now. Rufus Warner
was a valuable clerk, and should be
advanced, with double salary, from that
day.
Seven years later, on the night when
the recollection of Joey Trexler brought
to mind these eve its which had hap¬
pened since he had seen him, Rulus
Warner recalled that little stroke of
fortune with the Brower Bill as the best
affair that had occurred in hi3 favor so
far. Could he ever forget his interview
with the head of the firm, on his return
irom the journey? The remembrance
of it gave him pleasure, after all the
years that had passed
Ho got up out of the easy-chair in
which he was sitting, and walked about
the room, flushed and animated. The
time had come, perhaps, when some¬
thing still more lucky was at hand;
but, for the world, he could not guess
what it would be. “ If you ever want
a friend, my boy, call on Joey Trexler,”
the old stage-driver had said to him,
though he had never thought of it
since. “ You’ve rid a bare backed horse
mighty spry two mile in this ere storm,
for a doctor; and I shan’t forgit it.”
It was Thursday morning when Rufus
Warner discovered the advertisement,
and answered it as directed. A week
from that day the following dialogue
took place in Barone Brothers’ priva e
office:
“ Wal, wal, bless my eyes! So you’re
that young shaver I took up from Perry¬
ville ten years a ro?”
“ Yes, Mr. Trexler. I am Rufus
Warner.”
“Wal, now, you’ve got to be a man be -
fore I’d a-believed it. These gentlemen
here tell me, too, that you’ve stuck to
it and worked up to be their head clerk.
That sounds well. The way to be
lucky is to make yourself lucky. That's
it. Keep a sharp lcok out, you know,”
rubbing his hands ansmiling good
naturedly at Rufus and then at the
bankers. “ I’ve been out in the West
ten years and have done pretty well in
land, you see. Something rather hand¬
some, maybe; and—look a-here, young
man—”
Mr. Trexler’s face grew sober; and,
going over to Rufus, he whispered in
his ear loud enough to be heard a rod
distant:
“ I’ve been talking with your em¬
ployers, you
know, Joey Trexler just gives you a
little lift to a partnership, eh? Is it
agreed? Give me your hand, my boy! <
Give me your hand!” .
Rufus put out his trembling hand.
It was agreed.
At a recent bird show in Berlin, Ger¬
many, green canaries were exhibited.
Others were red, light brown and gray.
The variations of color had been caused
by the daily use of cayenne pepper in
their food. The pepper was at first given
in small quantities, and the birds ap¬
peared to like it, but the feathers soon
fell, giving them a molting appearance.
In a short time new feathers of divers
colors sprouted. The variations were
ascribed to the different qualities of the
pepper and the quantity given.
He raised his eyes from the paper and
letting them fall upon her with a look
full of tenderness said: “Only think,
Angelina, it takes twenty-seven min¬
utes to go through the Mount Cenis tun¬
nel!’ “Why, George!” He read on
further, and added, “ But the cars are
lighted!” “Oh!’ she exclaimed; and
a great cloud of disappointment over¬
spread tho roseate tinge of pleased sur¬
prise tbat had suffused her fair young
face.*-Bo*lon Transcript.