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She ttrightsmlle mother. 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. _ 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. ° | 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, ! • 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. . 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, - 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.