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YOL. I.
JOHN a TAN STCKEL & CO,
Wholesale and Retail Dealers In
CROCKERY,
GLASSWARE,
House Furnishing Goods
Tin-iPlate,
Stoves,
Hardware,
&c.. «fcc.
KAinmonnouov
TINWARE.
No. 116 Third Street,
MAC ON. GA.
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CAR HART & GUHD,
DZALK1S8 IX
Hardware, Iron & Steel i
WOODEN WA.RE,
Carriage Material,
Cotton Gins,
Circular Saws,
SCALES,
I c:
_ PAINTS, OILS, &c.
Mo non. Da.
R. J DAVANT. J. ft. WiOU, JR
DAY ANT & WOOD,
114 Bay Street.
Savannah, Goorgia. °
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Special attention given to tale oi
COTIOII, RICE &K1VAL STORES
AOxxTi rou
DRAKE'S COTTON TIES.
Cash a lvanees made on soniignmeiits.
SID. A. PUGHSLEY, Jr.
AGENT AND SALESMAN,
—WITH—
I. L. FALK & CO., ! ■
CLOTHIER8, !
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425 and 427 Broome St., New York,
Cor. Congress and Whittaker Streets, |
SAVANNAH. GA,
A. <J> BRADDY &
Wrightsville, Ga.
BLACKSMITH SHOP.
Bnggies, A fpeeialty of Plantation Work. Wagons,
etc., made and repaired.
Plows and Plow.Stocks of all kinds, and
every kind of Wood and Iron Work done by
A. J. BRADDY & SON,
W rightsville, Ga.
SMlTirS H OTEL,
W. J. M. SMITH. Agent.
Wrightsville, Georgia,
Having lately undergone thorough repair*,
this Hotel is prepared to accommodate th«
public ■with the finest the market affords. The
highest market prices paid for country nroduce
John A. Shivers & Son,
Tekkille, Ga.,
ftn mow prepared to build, repair aud
overhaul
Carriages, Baggles.Waeons, &c.
— We also ranks • specialty of One
WKH WlfOJU.
WRIGHTSVILLE, GA., SATURDAY, MARCH 12, 1881.
DRUG STORE.
J. W. BRINSON & CO.,
DRUGGISTS,
Wrightsville, Ceorgla.
Hava on hand a complete stock of Drum
and all other articles usually kept in a
Plrat* Class
DrUgf StOFGj
Which they are selling at pricos to suit th«
times, and are prepared to fill ail orders ant
prescriptions on the shortest possible notioe.
I)b. J. W. BRINSON continues to prao
tice his profession in its various bracces.
Office at the Drug Store.
W. B. MELL & CO.,
Wholesale and retail dealers in
SADDLES, BRIDLES, HARNESS,
Rubber and .Leather
BELTING AND PACKING.
French and American Call Skins, Sole, Har
nees, Bridle and Patent Leather,
WHIPS and SADDLERY WARE,
TRUNKS, VALISES,
Market Square, Savannah, Ga
Orders bv mail cronmtlv attended to.
A. RS. MATHIS,
Tr;.NNn,i,F., Ga.,
Horse-Shoeing a Specialty.
All work intrusted to my care will receive
prompt satNlarijon attention. Charges reasonable and
goarnnteed in every instance.
Miss Anna R. McWhorter,
WRIGHTSV(LLK, (jA.,
Keeps on hand a nice selection of
aii Fancy Goods
SUCH AS
LADIES’ HATS. RIBBONS,
FIX)VVERS and TRIMMINGS
In endless variety; r!bo a nice assortment oi
latest patterns, etc., all for sale as cheap at
the cheapest. 1 am also prepared to cut, 111
ami niako dresses at short notioe. Call on m<
before purchasing elsewhere.
J. T. & B. J. DENT,
Eight milos west o' Wrightsville. Gh.
Keep constantly on h nd a fine assortment
oi Pure
Liquors, Brandies, Wines, Ales, Lager,
Etc., eto.j also Tobacco, Cigars, Candies,
Pickles, Oysters, Sardines, and a
lull line oi lamily
GROCE EIE S !
All oi which we will sell at inside figure*
Give ns a trial. Keepectlully,
J. T. & B. J. DENT.
A Furious Fact.
When we study the construction of
our most important instruments we dis
cover to our astonishment that the lat
ter are copies of some parts of our body,
and simply a further completion of
them, In the first stone hammer man
has unknowingly imitated his forearm
with closed fist; in the shovel and spoon
we sec the forearm and hollowed hand;
the saw we find a reproduction of a
r0 w of teeth; tongs represent tlieclos
ing together of thumb and fingers; in
the hook is a bent finger reproduced;
the peneil is simply a prolongation of
the forefinger; so we see in all instru
ments, from tlje simplest to the most
complicated, only an improvement and
completion of the human organs; and
thus wo find that Till the intentional
! thoughts of men are directed toward
the same aim as that toward which or
S anic development tends.
River fish in India are said to taste
| like boiled wool; but as it has hitherto
been regarded as impossible to trans¬
sea-fish to tho interior, Anglo In¬
dians had to be content, with boiled
wool or dispense altogether with fish
diet. Messrs. McHinch & Co., of Kur
achee, however, have surmounted the
difficulty and are now sending fresh
mullet and sea salmon from Kuracheo
to Delhi. The fish on being caught are
suspended by twine in fresh water,
which is gradually converted into solid
blocks of ice three feet square and nine
j inches thick, which can be sent by rai
i for a thousand miles without melting.
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My Best Girl.
Oh, Bho wears a sealskin sack.
When it snows;
And her stunning suit is black
As the crow's;
Short-anil thinks it Is a pity;
Charming, jolly, wise, anil witty;
Has a retrousse—so pretty—
Little nose.
In her baskot-phaeton,
lVhcn it blows,
With her striking glasses on.
Out she goes;
* And she’s just as sweet as stately.
And she Bits there so sodately,
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With her cheeks and lips so greatly
Like a rose.
She plays Chopin, Liszt ami Spohr
For her beaux;
Aud she speaks of Pinafore—
Heaven knows!
With a naughty “D” and “Never!”
But she's awful nice and clover;
If she’d like me I’d endeavor
To propose.
—Acta Columbiana.
THE MARKED CHEEK.
“ Is this Mr. Rushton’s?”
It was a handsome young man. who
asked this question.
And the girl who had opened the
door for him, in thnt pretty place where
the richest people were not very fash¬
ionable, was Mr. Rushton’s ouly
daughter Funny herself.
“What a pretty little soul!” he
thought.
Then, as she turned her head, ho
wondered for a moment whether some¬
body had just slapped her on the left
cheek, there was such a singular mark
there, exactly like the scarlet print of a
palm and four fingers.
But that mark had been there all
Fanny Rushton’s life, an,d it,\vas her one
grief, her perpetual torment.
She had grown morbid about it in
these early days of womanhood.
But there were no cosmetics and no
arts of surgery that could remove it.
There the red murk, must be as long
as she breathed, its hateful scarlet at¬
tracting the first glance from every
st ranger.
“ Mr. Rushton at home ?" said Luke
Robbins, with a bow.
“ Yes,” said Fanny.
Then she ushered Mr. Robbins into
the parlor, and wentftaway : and in a
few moments the mill owner sauntered
in.
It was a business call.
The business wasj easily completed,
and then Luke Robbins rose to depart.
“ The hotel is a long way off, and I
should be pleased to have you stay over
night with us,” said tlie old gentleman.
“ There are one or two spare bedrooms,
and supper will be ready in fifteen min¬
utes. Let us have the pleasure of your
company.”
“ Thanks,” said Luke Robbins.
“ You are very kind.”
Then he thought of the pretty fage
with the red mark upon the cheek.
Despite this mark he wanted to see it
again.
It sat opposite to him at supper-time.
“ The best and kindest face in the
world,” be said to himself a dozen
times.
And he did his best to win a little
chat from the shy girl, who could not
forget her tormenting mark until they
sat in the twilight on the piazza after¬
ward.
Mrs. Rushton had a call from some
neighbor, and sat apart conversing.
Mr. Rushton, after many amiable at¬
tempts to rouse himself, went soundly
asleep.
Through the evening shadows Luke
saw the girl’s finely cut profile and ex.
quisitely shaped head ; and the moon
turned all to black and white soon, and
blotted out the red mark.
And he sat as close to her as he dared,
and her sweet voice charmed him, and
he fell in love, as men do, for an hour.
Poor little Fanny gave away her heart
that night in one whole piece.
“Oh, what a beautiful night?” said
Fanny, as she stood on the porch with
her mother after the gentlemen had re¬
tired. “Such a fine breeze, and such
a bright moon.”
“ It’s quite damp. We’d better retire.
I wonder whether your pa will be suited
with to-morrow’s breakfast. He does
ask visitors so unexpectedly,” returned
Mrs. Rushton.
Married forty and single twenty take
different views of life sometimes.
Fanny went to bed to dream of Para¬
dise, and the next day was all happy in
memory of a parting pressure of the
hand, and a whispered hope that they
might often'meet’again.
“What a pity that mark is,” thought
young Robbins. “ She’s a darling little
thing; and I suppose that Rushton'is a
very rich man. A young man might do
worse than be his son-in-law.”
Then as the train whirled him away,
he said to himself:
“ What a pity that mark is.”
Nevertheless, very often after that he
was with Fanny a great deal.
Fanny’s mother felt that though this
suitor was not rich, he was eligible, and
she knew that red mark was a disadvan
tage to her Fanny.
“ He certainly means something,” said
'comma.
“And they could always live with as,”
said papa; “we need never part from
our only one.”
Our eyes grow used to everything
after a while.
Luke Robbins forgot that there was
any mark on Fanny’s face, unless some¬
thing particularly called his attention to
it.
He loved her very much at times,
though there were long hours in which
he never remembered her existence.
Twice a week, at least, Luke thought
enough of Fanny to buy Iter a bouquet,
or some music, and to spend two hours
on a dusty railroad for tlio sake of see¬
ing her.
He felt her love for him in her very
finger tips; lie saw it in her eyes; he
heard it in her voice.
He was a man who is happy in being
beloved.
And it was not old Mr. Rushton’s
money that made him decide to offer
himself to her, despite the red mark.
Yes, the next tins' he went he would
ask, Fanny to have him for better or
worse.
And he knew that she would say :
“ Yes.”
There are evil moments in every one’s
life—moments that change one’s destiny
for the worst.
If only it had rained one morning ; if
only Fanny hud fallen ill; if only she
hud not undertaken that trip to the
city just when she did, this would be a
different story.
who used ts be shy of going into the
crowded streets alone, and even with
her mother wore a thick veil, and felt
uncomfortable when any one looked at
her.
But now she cared nothing for
strangers’ eyes.
Somehow her blemished face had
found favor in his.
She made her little purchases with a
light heart.
And then she saw Luke Robbins—
yes, really Luke himself, coming to
meet her.
“ Looks as if some one had slapped
her in the face,” said a giggling girl’s
voice.
And he turned his head.
He saw r her, and went to her at once.
“ Oli, I am so glad to meet you,”
said Funny. “ I suppose* 1 ought to
start at once.”
“ And I’ll go with you as far as N—,
where you change carriages,” said Luke
Robbins.
He saw people stare at her as she
passed. Part of the staring was at the
mark, part of it at the pretty face and
figure.
He laid it all to the mark, us she had
all her life.
He grow very grave. It was a terri¬
ble blemish.
In those moonlight lover’s walks in
the country lie had forgotten all about
it, but in the crowded streets how it
forced itself upon him !
Every one stared so.
In the carriage which they soon step¬
ped into, a little child opened its round
eyes, and with a child’s innocent im¬
pertinence, pointed its finger straight
at the mark on Fanny’s face.
Its nurse slapped its small palrn at
once, and turned scarlet herself, but
that did not mend matters.
At the station there was a crowd.
Luke had passed Fanny in first, and
stopped to pay the fare.
“Two,” said he.
“ The old lady ?’’ asked the man.
“No,” said Luke.
“Oh, that one with the red scar on
her face,” said the man. lowering his
voice. “All right.”
“ Confound you!” said Luke in a rage.
But the man had meant no rudeness,
nor had Fanny heard him; but Luke
waff excited, confused, agitated.
He hardly knew why then.
He handed her out of the carriage;
then he pressed her hand.
“ Good-bye, until we meet,” he said,
and stepped to the platform. “ Here is
your train coming up.”
There stood one of those white-beardod,
red-cheeked old gentlemen, who affect
to be “ judges of women ” in a way that
is insulting to every woman, since it
places her on a level with wino and
horses, having nothing whatever to do
with anything but her personal at¬
tractions.
“Ah! how de do?” said this old gen¬
tleman, grasping Luke’s hand. “ Glad
to see yott, my boy. Doing the gallant,
I see. No relation, I suppose ?”
“ No," said Luke.
“ Thought not,” said the old gentle¬
man. “ Wo let our sisters and cousins
take caro of themselves for tha most
part. Pretty figure, rather; good step;
but ugly red mark. A man wouldn’t
like that, eh, Luke?”
“No,"said Luke, “a man wouldn't
like it.”
Something rustled at his elbow.
“ I—I left my parcel, Mr. Itobbins,”
said a cold, little voice.
Fanny stood there, so pale that the
mark looked pure scarlet.
“Thanks. Don’t trouble yourself.”
But he went back with her, and he
would have pressed her hand once more,
only she kept it from him.
She had heard his speech ;
“ A man wouldn t like it.
She had heard the speech that caused
his answer.
And as he looked after her as she en¬
tered the carriage two tears came into
his eyes.
They trickled down upon his cheeks.
Ho wiped them away.
Suddenly he felt that he loved Fanny
Rushton from his soul—that, this cow¬
ardly sort of trouble that the remarks
and glances of strangers had caused him
would never make him ashamed of him¬
self again.
“Fanny, my darling,” he said to him¬
self, “Fanny, my love, your face is
dearer to me for its blemish, aud you
shall know it before 1 sleep. You
should, were you a beggar. I’ll hide it
from the world’s cold eyes on my bosom,
darling; and I’ll love you all the more
for it.”
He followed after her.
tie walked up the garden path in the
twilight.
lie asked for Miss Fanny.
She hasn’t come in yet," said the
servant. “ They art' so frightened about
her—master and missus—but I tell ’em
she’ll turn up all right.”
Luke’s heart stood still.
A presentiment of evil filled his mind.
In the gathering darkness two anxious
men went forth, hoping against hope.
“Site stepped out on the platform
suddenly. Either she was bewildered,
or she did it on purpose. Wo were going
full speed. She had a blue dress and a
white hat, and there’s a red mark on her
face. They’ll know her by that.”
That was the conductor’s story.
That was the story that Luke and
Fanny’s mother heard at last.
Did she stop out on purpose or was
she “ bewildered?”
God only knows—no living being.
Luke tried to believe that what she
had beard him say had nothing to do
with it.
But it was too late now to tell her
what ho felt—too late to hide her sweet
face on his heart.
He could only stoop over her, as she
lay in her cofiin, and press the last kiss
his lips ever offered to any woman upon
the cold cheek that, oven in the death
hour, bore still upon it that fatal red
mark.
Words of Wisdom.
Mediocrity deals ranch in relating
stories.
Charms strike the sight, but merit
wins the soul.
Envy shooteth at others and woundeth
herself. «
Politeness is the just medium between
form and rudeness.
Experience is the name men give to
their follies or their sorrows.
Many have lived on a pedestal who
will never have a statue when dead.
There are reproaches which give
praise, and praises which reproach.
A life of full and constant employ
ment is the only sale and happy one.
In character, in manners, in style, in
all things, the supremo excellence is
simplicity.
Tho greater part of men have uo
opinion, still fewer an opinion of their
own, well reflected and founded upon
reason.
A man’s fortune should be the rule for
his sparing not spending. Extravagance
may bo supported, not justified, by
affluence.
Memory is the cabinet of Imagination,
tho treasury of reason, the registry of
conscience, and the council chamber of
thought.
We should often have reason to bo
ashamed of our brilliant actions, if the
world could see the motives from which
they sprin g.
“I’m down on you,” as the feather
said to the goose.
NO. 43.
A Poem Without an E.
John Knox was a wight of wondrous might,
And his words rang high and shrill,
For bold aud stout was his spirit bright,
And strong was his stalwart will.
Kings sought in vain his mind to chain,
And that giant brain to control,
But naught on plain or stormy main
Could daunt that mighty souL
John would sit and sigh till morning oold
Its shining lamps put out,
For thoughts untold on his mind laid hold.
And brought but pain and doubt.
But light at last on his soul was cast.
Away sank pain and sorrow,
His soul is gay in a fair to-day,
Arxt looks for a blight, to-morrow. ,
HUMOROUS.
“ We TO on timo - as the hands of a
watch said to the dial.
“1 thought you took an interest in
my welfare,” said William. “ No, sir,”
replied Susan, “ only in your farewell.”
Wheat is “thrashed” for the pur
pose of getting out the grain; a boy i#
>. tliriislieel ” to get out the chaff.—AW
jj (wen Register.
A young lady of our city, who is re¬
ceiving the attentions of a clothing
clerk, speaks of him as her uew suiter.
Quinci, Modern Argo.
Women own §73,000,000 worth of
United States bonds, These figures
are subject to change after the spring
styles of bonnets are out.
“ Ewe get out,” as the farmer said to
the lamb in his com. “Ewo try to
drive me out and I’ll lamb you,” as the
lamb said to the farmer.
An exchange says “ Goliah was the
first person who wore a bang on the
forehead,” but neglects to add that
David was the first person to use a slung
shot.
Somebody has said that old things
are the best, and with the exception of
girls we don’t know but what we arc
prepared to indorse the sentiment.~
Milwaukee Sun.
There are lots of folks in this world
who, rather than not find any fault at
all, wouldn’t hesitate to say of an angle
worm that his tail was altogether too
long for the rest of his body.
An English paper discusses “ What
girls should learn.” Some of them
ought to leant to osculate without mak¬
ing noise enough to bring the governor
downstairs to see if the hall lamp has
exploded.
Some women are very absent-minded,
arid frequently forget where they left
the dish-pan after using it; but the world
hasn't yet produced a woman who ever
forgot where she hung her false hail be
fore retiring.
11 Kit HOOM.
Fuur-iiu'i-twenty hair-pins scattered every¬
where;
Funny bangs and frizzes and a switch of hair,
Gavly-colored ribbons, dainty bits of lore,
Lots of other little- things on her dressing
ease. —Boston Herald.
“ I swear,” said a gentleman to his
lady love, “ you are very handsome."
“Pooh,” said the lady, “ so you would
say if you did not think so.” “ And so
you will think,” answered be, “ though
I should not say so.”
It is advertised that a young Italian
lord of noble birth, but slim moans, is a
waiter at one of the hotels, If ho
waits at all he’s probably waiting to
give some American heiress his title id
exchange for her hand and cash.
Teachor of spelling class—“ First boy
may spell foot-tub and give the defini
tion.” First boy—“ F-o-o-t t-u-b—a
tub to wash the feet in.” Teacher—
“ Second boy may spell knee-pan." Sec¬
ond boy—“K-n-e-e p-a-n—a pan to
wrsh the knees in.”
A lady walking with her husband at
the seaside inquired of him the differ¬
ence between exportation and trans¬
portation. “Why, my dear,” he re¬
plied, “ If you were on board yonder
vessel, leaving America, you would be
and I should be transported.”
“ All the balls seem to be successful
this season,” says the New York Mail.
Rig leave to differ. Noticed an account
the other day of a New York military
company firing at a target and only
scored five points in twenty shots.
Eighteen balls out of the twenty were
not successful .—Pittsburg Telegraph.
“ No trouble, thank you! ” When the
lady of an elegant mansion on Galveston
avenue came to the door the letter
carrier was very mad. He said: “ I’ve
been knocking at the door for the last
fifteen minutes.” “Oh, don’t distress
yourself about it on our account. You
didn’t disturb us at all. We are used to
it. We thought it was only a tramp."
And that letter-carrier tramped off,
shaking his head and saying something
about his salary being too small.-—
Galveston Nmcs.