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VOL. I.
JOBS C. YAK SYCKEL & CO,
Wholesale and Retail Dealers in
CROCKERY,
GLASSWARE,
House Furnishing Goods
Tin-Pip,te,
Stoves,
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Hardware,
<fcc., &c.
mWTTTiCrUMK* OF
TINWARE.
No. 116 Third Street,
MACON, GA.
HOW TO SAVE MONEY
BIT TOE BOOBS
FROM
J. M. WOOD,
Wrightsville, Ga.
Jgf—He deals hi DHT GOODS and GRO-
1'KRIES, end will sell as low as the lowest,
alicoes, Homespuns, all Drillings. Jeans, Boots
md Shoes of kinds.
Bacon, Flour, Coffee, Rice, etc., always on
> tud. Also a nice selection of
Millinery Goods,
r ich as Ladies’ Hats, Ribbons and Flowers ol
t'i tieoerifittoaa, atsn! vaiiow other - rtfing+ tbo
i nuieioiu to mention. Call and see for yonr
. ii.
CARHART & CURD,
nulxbs m
Hardware, Iron & Steel,
WOODENWARE,
Carriage Material*
Cotton Gins,
Circular Saws,
SCALES,
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PAINTS, OILS, &c.
Macon, Ga.
E. J. DAVANT. j. 8. wood, jr
DAY ANT & WOOD,
XX4 Bay Street.
Savannah. Georgia.
Special attention given to sale ot
COTTOI.RICE & HAYAL STORES
AGENTS FOB
DRAKES COTTON
Cash advances made on consignments.
SID. A. PUGHSLEY, Jr.
AGENT AND SALESMAN,
—WITH
I. L. FALK & CO.,
CLOTHIERS,
425 and 427 Broome St., New York,
Cor. Congieas and WUttate Street.,
SAVAJfHAH, GA.
WRIGHTSVILLE, GA., SATURDAY, MARCH 5, 1881.
DRUG STORE.
J. W. BRINSON & CO.,
DRUGGISTS,
Wrightsville, “ Georgia.
Hft*e<rah od a complete *t©ek of Drngi
aad abtf&oi artictea usually koptiaA
First- Class
Drug Store,
Which they aie selling at prices to suit th«
times, and are prepared to fill all orders ant
prescriptions on the shortest possible notioe.
Dn. J. W. BRINSON continues to praa
tioe his profession in its various brances.
Office at the Drug Store.
W. B. MELL & CO.,
Wholesale and retail dealers in
sinus, sinus, sins,
Rubber and .Leather
BELTING AND PACKING,
French and American Calf Skins, Sole, Han
ness, Bridle and Patent heather,
WHIPS akd SADD1,ERY WARE,
TRUNKS, VALISES,
Market Square, Savannah, Ga
Orders by mail promptly attended to.
A. M. MATHIS,
Tennille, Ga.,
Horse-Shoeing a Specialty.
All work intrusted ,to my care will receive
prompt satisfaction attenften. Charges reasonable and
guaranteed in every instance.
SMITH’S HOTEL,
W. J. M. SMITH, Agent.
Wrightsville, Georgia,
Having lately undergone thorough repairs,
this Hotel ts prepared to accommodate the
public with the finest the market affords. The
highest market prices paid for country produco.
Miss Anna R, McWhorter,
Wrightsville, Ga.,
Keeps on band a niee selection of
lliify and Fancy Goods
SUCH AS
LADIES’ HATS, RIBBONS,
FLOWERS and TRIMMINGS.
In endless variety; also a nloe assortment ol
latest patterns, etc., all for sale as cheap ni
the cheapest. I am also prepared to out, fli
and make dresses at short notioe. Call on m«
before purchasing elsewhere.
Z. SMITH,
Six miles from Tennille, on WrlghtsviUe Road
Is now prepared to make and repair
Wagons, Carts, Plows, Eto.
I keep constantly on hand a large stook ol
Plows and Chairs, which I am selling at
reasonable rates.
J. T. & B. J. DENT,
Eight miles west of Wrightsville, Ga.
Keep constantly on h nd a fine assortment
ol Pure
Liquors, Brandies, Wines, Ales, Lager,
Etc., eto.; also Tobacco, Cigars, Candies,
Pickles, Oysters, Sardines, family and a
lull line ol
GROCERIES 1
All of which wo will sell at inside figures
Give us a trial. Respectfully,
J. T. & B. J. DENT.
braddy & son
Wrightsville, Ga
BLACKSMITH SHOP.
A specialty oi Plantation Work. Wagons,
I BnKeie8) etc > made and re P alred -
i Plows and Plow-Stocks of all kinds, and
| every kind of Wood and fron Work done by
’ A. J. BRADDY & SON,
WrighlsvflJe, Ga.
John A. Shivers & Son,
Tennille, Ga.,
Are now prepared to bnfld, repair and
overhaul
Cama^S, BligPS,WapS, &C.
JgJ— We also make a specialty ol One
Horse Wagon*.
The Erring.
Think gently of the erring!
Ye know not of the power
With whioh the dark temptation came,
In some unguarded hour.
Ye may not know how earnestly
They struggled, or how well,
U ntil the hour ol weakness came,
And sadly thus they tell.
Ileal gently with the erring!
Oh, do not thou forget,
However darkly stained by sin,
Hois thy brother yet.
Heir of the sell-same heritage!
Child of the self-same God.
He hath but stumbled in the path,
Thou hast in weakness trod.
Speak gently to the erring!
For is it not enongh
lhat innocence and peace have gone
Without thy ceusure rough?
It sure must be a weary lot
That sin-crushed heart to bear,
And they who share a happier fate
Their eludings weil may spare..
8peak kindly to the erring!
Thou yet may’st win them back,
With holy words and tones ot love,
From misery’s thorny track.
Forget not thou hast often sinned,
And sinlnl yet must be—
Ileal gently with the erring one,
As God hast dealt with thee!
Julia A. Fletcher.
DELL’S SLEIGH-RIDE,
“ Dell, Dell, get ready—quick! Come
fc*t a ride; the roads are splendid.
Why. pet, what’s the matter?”
Hob Chudliegh’s boyish, boisterous
voice dropped suddenly to a tone of ten¬
der inquiry, as he noted the little, while
face his cousin turned toward him.
She had been standing in the shadow
of the brocaded curtains, looking out on
the snow-covered pavements with dim,
unseeing eyes.
“ Nothing’s the matter, Bob. Only I
—i believe I was getting homesick!”
with a little, hysterical laugh.
“Homesick!” cried Bob’s big voice
like a miniature tornado— “ homesick !
Now, Dell, I didn’t think that of you!.
You’re getting lonely in the gay city for
the quiet country. Almost paradoxical,
isn’t it? You want a bracing up, little
woman; and,” emphatically, “you’re
going to have it! Just see that road,
Del!—hard and smooth as glass. Just
see those chestnuts—pawing and im¬
patient! Just see that sleigh—full of
warmest, lurriest rugs! And last, but
by no means least, just see me, Dell, and
can you resist P”
Hard indeed would resistance be,
hearing that cheery voice, looking into
that happy young face.
“Thank you, Bob!” she said, prompt¬
ly. “I’ll go!”
And she was out ci the room like a
flash.
Once alone Bob’s sunny smile, in
itself an antidote for dyspepsia, faded.
“Poor little Dell! It isn’t all home,
sickness, I’m afraid. She’s never been
quite the same jolly girl sin6e I took
Dick Fairlie down there last winter—
worse luck! Just the kind of a fellow to
win a girl’s admiration. I knew that,
but I didn’t know that he was the sort
of chap to ruthlessly break a girl’s
heart. Homesickness! Pshaw! such a
wild little colt as she used [to be getting
that babyish disease! No, it’s fifty
times worse; it’s love-sickness! And if
ever I meet my old-time chum, by Jove,
I’ll-”
“Coming, Bob?”
“Bless me, if you’re not ready,
Didn’t think a girl ever dressed in less
than an hour and a half. Here you are,
Dell. Jump in!”
And Dell, all wine-colored velvet and
gold-brown sealskin, accepted her
cousin’s brusque invitation, and jumped
in.
She leaned back contentedly among
tbe soft, white rugs, as Bob Chudliegh
took the reins and turned the
heads out of Ashland avenue.
Chicago was at its best and brightest,
this cold, clear day of early winter.
“Shall we go down to the boulevard
Dell?”
‘No, I’m tired ol it; drive west,” she
answered, wearily.
But we ix miss . the fast horses, the
piei ty faces, ail the glow and glitter
that mark a good ‘sleighing day
day’ around Wabash avenue,” he said,
persuasively.
“What difference! Do drive west!’
And of course she had her way,
Cosily restful she leaned back, a
dreamy look in her velvety-brown eyes,
and let her thoughts stray backward
back to the man who had eome down
to her cozy country home with Cousin
Bob, less than a year ago; of the long,
pleasant days together; of the love he
had pleaded lor and won; of that time
in early February when the snow was
lying everywhere, soft and white; when
the trees were swaying their great
brown branches in the frosty air; when
the snow-birds we. e whirling round and
round like a shower of brown leaves;
of that time when he had taken her in
his strong arms and said, “Good-bye!”
“Only four months, my darling,” he
had said-“only four short months;
then T shall come back to claim my
little love! So keep your roses bright
to greet me!"
Well, ’twaa only the old story! He
had gone away; he had not eome bask.
Letters breathing love and loyalty had
come until the end of May; then they
ceased abruptly.
She bad waited as only a woman can
wait—patiently, trustfully—though the
bright, girlish face grew sadly white
and worn.
The loving hearts at home chilled
with a strange terror as the warm July
days glowed into August, and their once
joyous, care-free little girl became more
listless and fragile day by day. So in
early September they sent her to town.
“ City life will brighten her up,” they
said; “ and Aunt Ellen will be sure to
love her! ”
And Auut Ellen had loved her well,
and had been lavish in gifts of dress and
jewels, while Bob was the most devoted
of cousins. Now the crisp, fresh breeze
blew a pale rose color to the pretty oval
cheeks.
“ Go weil, don’t they, Deli?”
“ Splendidly!”
“ And having acquiesced in Bob’s ap¬
probation of his equines’ speed, she be¬
came thoughtful once more.
“ Tired, DellP Shall I turn?’’
“ No, pleasa—■ don’t. I like it ever so
much!”
“ So do I, Dell,” very decidedly.
They dropped into a merry chatter of
their schooldays, when theiij greatest
trial was a French compoBitun or an
example in algebra.
Dell’s luce grew rosily bright; her
eyes were shining.
On they went past Western avenue
Bob, speaking emphatically, turned
half-round in his earnestness, and; the
reins slipped from his gra“p.
He started round to recover them;
then, half-leaped forward, with a qhick,
wil<1 cry -
For right before the swiftly-flying
chestnuts, lay the railway truck, along
which an express train was thundering.
“For heaven’s sake, Dell, sit still!’’
Bob grasped the reins, clutching them
with all his fresh, young, sinewy
strength. For just a moment he held
the frightened horses in eheck, with a
desperate, maddened straining ol every
muscle.
The train passed 1
But, with a snort, the beasts now ut
terly unmanageable in their terror,
plunged, wrenched the ribbons from his
hand and rushed forward. On, on, over
t.he rought wide railway track—rocking,
swinging, swaying, the sleigh behind
them, as though it had been made ol
paper.
The flagman made a futile attempt to
check them. They were too far west to
be followed by any street gamins. On.
on along the white deserted road. Out
near the city limits, with a quick jerk
the sleigh capsized, flinging its occu¬
pants out upon the snowy ground. And
the horses trembling, snorting, quiver -
ing, stood still.
Dell lifted herself up very slowly,
very cautiously, as if to make sure no
bones were broken.
Then, as she saw Bob disconsolately
picking himself out of a ditch, a curi¬
ous, comical smile crept round her
areh, red lipa, completely banishing the
last trace of terror.
“ Go splendidly—don’t they, Bob?”
She broke into a merry laugh, as she
said it, leaping lightly to her feet, with
a shake of her sealskins.
Bob looked at her with an e press ion
of injured innocence.
Don’t laugh at a fellow—don’t! By
Jove,I am hurt, though!”
He caught his right arm, with a con
tortion of pain
Dell hurried over to him—her laugh
ter silenced, her eyes full of self
reproach,
“Poor Bob! and I was laughing.
Wait! There is a house over there.
Lean on me and we’ll go over. Can you
-walk!”
“Of course, little goose. I’ve only
hurt my arm a trifle. We may find
some one there to mind those blessed
horses.”
In the cozy, rambling farmhouse
kitchen, they found a woman and her
son.
She made them welcome, with true
Western cordiality.
With motherly kindness she exam¬
ined and bandaged up Bob’s arm.
“ It’s only a bruise, sir; but you’ve
had a great shook. Why, the young
lady ain’t hurt a bit, and you’re trem¬
blin’ like a leaf! Go and lie down
awhile in the next room, while my boy
mends the sleigh—do, sirl"
“ You won’t be lone'y, Dell?”
“Of course not, you foolish boy!”
Her hostess vanished to a
house, and Dell stood all alone in
window of the clean, boarded kitchen,
and looked out at the witer’s dusk.
It was getting fate. She wished Bob
would wake up. She looked at her
watch. Just five; but it is pretty dark
at five in early winter.
Half-past five. She turned from the
window and saw that the great wooden
rocker before the fire was occupied.
“ How did Bob come in without my
hearing him?” she thought. “Poor,
dear fellow! he is flitting « dejectedly
as though be had smoked his last cigar.
Wait!”
She stole lightly across the room on
tiptoe and clasped two soft, little hands
So the , . eyes of . the _ man who , sat
“ Guess who it i»l”
The man leaped from the chair a3 if
shot. He wheeled round suddenly, with
arms outstretched and eyes that, even in
the uncertain firelight, you could see
w»re filled with glad surprise.
Sue drew baak coldly, as he would
have touched her, her face growing ter¬
ribly, ghastly white.
No; he whose eyes she had clasped
so laughingly was not Bob, but a man
older, taller—a man whose once stal¬
wart form was gaunt ifnd Wasted.
“Dell—Deli, darling, what is it? Am
I so changed? Why don’t you speak to
me?”
liis voice quivered pleadingly through
the tireiitroom.
btiil she only looked at him with that
stony face, those dilated, burning eyes.
“Dell, what is the meaning of this?
Where is my welcome? Why don’t you
say—something?”
" And you dare speak so to me?”
“Dare! That is a strange word io
me.”
“You apparently consider yourself
privileged to insult me, as 1 am alone
Mr. Fairlie, but— ’
“ He shali answer to me?”
Bob Chudliegh, speaking with re¬
pressed passion, sprang forward from
the doorway and struck aside the band
his old-time friend had involuntarily
offered him.
Dick Fairlie’* white face flushed
hotly.
“Bob, will you tell me the meaning
of this?” he said, sadly.
“ The meaning is this. You won my
cousin’s love, and when the time came
to claim your prize, without word or
sign, you left the country. ‘Sailed for
Europe,’ your only record. Was that
the conduct of a gentleman? To-night
you stand here insulting the woman you
have so basely—”
“ Hoid! ’
Dick Fairlie drew himself up with a
haughty gesture.
“ You have told your story. Lot me
tell mine!”
His voice was very hoarse and stern.
Dell trembling in theshadow, listened.
“ One week before the time appointed
for our wedding, I received a cable¬
gram, which necessitated my departure.
I wiote immediately to Dell, telling her
ol my uncle’s dangerous illness; the
consequent postponment of our mar¬
riage; my enforced absence. I told her
I might be a vay a few weeks or a few
months. During July, being in con¬
stant attendance, I could not write—”
“ But that letter, written previous to
your departure,” Bob interposed,
“That was never received!”
“ Never received?”
“No,” Dell murmured, sobbingly.
“That is strange !” he said, thought¬
fully. “However, let me tell you the
rest.
“ In August, as I was about to set
sail, anticipating the pleasant surprise
I should give one faithful heart. I was
Stricken down by a long, miserable
fever. Before l was sufficiently recov¬
ered to travel J came on to New York,
where a re lapse Mf v-to “.to Lnoken-down
man you see to-night. Two weeks ago
T went down to Kingston, trusting to
find the brave, loving little girl I had
left, picturing her glad surprise. They
told me she had gone to the city. I
was on my way there to-night, but was
obliged to lie over here for a short rest.
Now, Bob, old friend, are you convinced
of your chum’s honor P”
“Dick, Dick ! Can you evtr forgive
me ?”
Deli had come forward, the great
tears rolling down her pretty, flushed
cheeks, her hands tremblingly out¬
stretched. And for answer he gathered
her close in his hungry, empty arm».
“ Dick !” she cried, passionately! be¬
tween her sobs— “ Dick, darling, how
could I ever have doubted you?”
“Bob! Say, Bob, won’t you shako
now?”
The hands of the old friends met in a
firm, close clasp.
“ I’ll do you a favor, Dick, and make
myself scarce,” cried Bob’s hearty voice.
“ I’m one too many. Hello! here’s our
hostess. The sieigh’s ready, and we’ll
have a starlight ride.”
One day, when the snow was lying
softly white over spire and street, Mrs.
Dick Fairlie danced into her husband
with sparkling eyes.
“ I’ve been going through your trunk.
NO. 42.
and see what I found in an old pocket
book. How well you post your lettera.
you dear, thoughtless darling!”
And she held up in her pretty pink
lingers a letter, dated June 4 — the
missing link.
Ol course he was terribly remorseful,
and of course she forgave him with a
kiss.
Saved From an Avalanche,
Two men naGlijii ^ ave und Sterrock
have had a narrow escape in the moun¬
tains of Colorado from a snowslide.
While they were on their way, on snow
shoes, from the Holy Cross mountain to
Re d Cliff, they were struck by asnow
slide under the following circumstances:
They were descending the precipitous
slope of French mountain, which is
about 800 feet high, and when about 300
feotirom the top of the c iff, which pro¬
jects out from the summit of the moun¬
tain, they heard the strange, fearful,
indescribable sound which foretells the
coming of the avalanche. They were a
short distance apart when they heard
the sound, and without stopping to look
up or waste a moment in conjecture
Lafave shouted to Sterrock to grasp a
bush protruding thro, gh the snow, at
the same moment clutching with strong
grip a sapling by which he
was standing. No man has ever yet
deseribed an avalanche of snow. No
imagination ims ever conceived one. It
is a monstrous, ghastly, terrible thing;
literally death riding on a pale horse
sweeping all before it with blind, swift
rage. When these two men, standing
on five feet of snow and shuddering
with the awful fear which the bravest
feel in the presence of impending death,
grasped the slender bushes on whioh
they relied to save them, they felt that
they were in the grasp of a power
against which humau strength and cun¬
ning availed but little, and they closed
their eyes and bowed their heads to
await the shock In an instant, like a
boit of lightning, the avalanche was upon
them and rolled in great white waves
over and around them. They clung
to the tough saplings, with desperate
strength, completely submerged in the
snow, blinded and choking but knowing
that their lives depended upon the
strength ol their grip. Their bodies
were swayed down the mountain and
cruelly wrenched by the savage power
of the avalanche, but they held to their
anchorage and in a few seconds the
great white wave passed below them
and left them stunned and dazed, still
holding to the bushes. The snow swept
on down the mountain like a tidal wave,
and when it reached the bottom, piled
up layer upon layer, until there was a
huge mass of it laying there fifty feet in
thickness. When the two men were
sufficiently recovered they proceeded to
Red Cliff,
Since the discovery of mineral in that
section the timber along the mountain
Bides has been nearly all cut down. The
snow falls deeper on this range than in
any other part of the Rocky mountains,
and the least jar at the bottom will start
all the snow to moving gradually. At
first it starts gently, the whole mass
slowly gaining strength and speed until
it finally comes down like a thunder
boit, with the roar of a thousand pieces
0 f artillery. Trees and houses are
licked up and snapped away as
though so much paper. Immense
boulders are taken up in its course, and
nothing but desolation and ruin remains
behind. There are many causes for
snow-slides. If a heavy snow-fall is
followed by a thaw and then a sudden
cold snap, the next snowfall will be
very restless on this smooth surface.
Again, if a party should undertake to
wad ; along through the snow on a
steep mountain side, they leave a fur*
row behind them which the immense
pressure of the snow is bound to close
up. The magnitude of the slide de¬
pends upon the momentum the mass
may acquire before closing up this gap.
Hence it is that men who know the ca¬
pricious nature of snow in our moun¬
tain ranges are very cautious in moving
around. The explosion of a heavy
charge of gunpowder, hundreds of feet
beneath the surface, has been known to
have started the snow moving over¬
Ammonia for Headache.
There is nothing that will relieve the
headache so efficaciously as very warm
water, with a few droos of spirits of
ammonia mixed with it. Have the
water as bo, as the hand can bear, and
bathe the bead freely with the solution;
it acts like a charm. The same remedy
is good for bruises or Hows on the
head or any part of the body; it takes
out the soreness and removes the black
and blue spots quickly. I know of noth¬
ing that is so efficacious, and it is very
simple and quiet to apply. The bumps
that are always happening to children
can be cured in a few minutes by a thor¬
ough application of ammonia and hot
water, and just as soon as the pain is
gone they are ready to run and try it
over again.