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/OEM a VAN STCKEL & CO,
Wholesale and Retail Dcale i in
CROCKERY,
GLASSWARE ,
House Furnishing Goods
Tin-Plate,
Stoves,
Hardware,
&c., &c.
uiKvrumrma or
TINWARE.
No./116 I Third Street,
* MACON. GA.
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CARHART & CURD
DIALERS ID
Hardware, Iron & Steel
WOODENWARE,
Carriage Material,
Cotton Gins,
Circular Saws
SCARES,
pa t=3 (P=R i
PAINTS, OILS, &c.
\Tnr*r>n. ( r;
k. j davakt. J. a. W. OD, JK
DAY ANT & WOOD,
114 Bay Street.
Savannah., Georgia
Special attention given to sale ot
CGTTOH.RICE&MAL STORES
AGISTS rOB
DBASE’S COTTON TIES,
C-ish advance# mad# on eonrigumant#.
SID. A. PUGHSLEY, Jr.
AUENT AND SALESMAN,
-with
I. L. FALK & CO.,
CLOTHIERS,
425 and 427 Broome St., New York,
Cor. Congress and Whittaker Street’,
HAVANNATI. GA.
ft. * J. ■ BKftUuT »r»»rfcfw Ob v OwW
Wrightsviixe, Ga
BLACKSMITH SHOP.
A specialty ol Plantation Work. Wagons,
Baggies, etc., made and repaired.
Plows and I’low-Stocks of all kinds, and
every kind ot Wood and iron Work done by
A. J. BRADDY' & SON,
Wrightsville, Ga.
SMITH’S HOTEL,
W. J. M. SMITH, Ageht.
Wrightsville, Georgia,
Having lately undergone thorough repairs,
this Hotel is prepared to accommodate the
public with the prices finest paid the market for affords. The
highest market country produce
John A. Shivers & Son,
Tennille, Ga.,
Are now prepared to build, repair and
overhaul
Carriages, Buiiies,Wagons, &c.
5SF” We also make a specialty ol One
Bone Wagons.
WRIGHTSVILLE. GA.. SATURDAY. MAY *■* i . 1881.
DRUG STORE. I
J. W. BRINSON & CO.,
DRUGGISTS,
Wrightsville, Georgia,
Have on hand a complete stock ol Drugi
and all other articles usually kept in a
!
First- Class
i
Drug* S tOFG 3
Which they are seliiug at prices to suit tin
• times, and are prepared to fill ail orders ant
t prescriptions on the shortest possible notice.
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Ua. J. W. BRINSON ton! onus to prao
, lice his profession
in its various brances.
Office at the Drug Store.
W. B. MELL & CO.,
Wholesale u al retail dealers in
SADDLES, BRIDLES, HARNESS
Rubber and .Leather
BELTING AND PACKING,
French and Americau Call Skins, Sole, Har
ness, Bridle and Patent Leather,
WHIPS AND SADDLERY WARE
TRUNKS, VALISES,
Market Square, Savannah, Ha
Orders b y mail oromutly attended to._
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A. M. MATHIS *
iKSSILLE, Ga.,
Horse-Shoeing a Specialty.
AH work intrusted t > my care wi;l recoivi
prompt wiiiptinri attention. guaranteed Charge# reasonable anil
sat in every instance.
Miss Anna R, McWhorter,
Wbights ville, Ga.,
Keep# ort haml a nice selection ol
6 ten A3
LADIES’ HATS, RIBBONS,
FLOWERS and TRIMMINGS.
In entiles# variety; also a nico assortment oi
latest patterns, etc., all lor sale as cheap ri
the cheapest. I am also prepared to cut, fli
and make dresses at short notice. Call on m«
belore purchasing elsewhere.
J. T. & B. J. DENT,
Eight miles west o' Wrightsviile, Ga.
Keep constantly on h ml a line assoittnom
ot Pure
Uquors, Brand.es, Wines, Ales.Lafler,
Etc., etc.; also Toliacco, Cigars, Candies,
Pickles, Oysters, Suidiiu..#, anil a
lull lino ol latniiy
GROCERIES!
All ol which we will sell it in.-ido figures ,
Give U9 a trial. Kespectlully,
J. T. & B. J. DENT.
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RELIGIOUS NEWS ANTI NOTES.
The Protestants have built fourteen
new churches iu Rome since 1870.
The designation of a bishop in the
“pidgin” English of the China coast is
<< Number one, topside, Joss pidgin
man.”
The total amount of money contri
buted by the Juvenile association in
to the Church Missionary society
of England was about §20,000—a noble
example to the youth of America.
It is reported that Miss Yonge
the profits of “ The Heir of Redclyffe,’
her most famous novel, to fit out a mis
sionary ship, and 810,000, the profit of
her “Daisy Chain,” to building a
sionary church at Auckland, New Zea
land.
Dr. J. L. M. Curry has resigned his
professorship in Richmond college
(Baptist) in order to become general
) agent of the Peabody fund.
The banner Baptist State is Georgia,
with its 235,381 members. There were
12,933 baptisms last year. The number
of churches is 2,755, and of pastors
1,630.
The statistical tables of the Lutheran
church, lately published, show a grand
total of 944,863 communicants, em¬
braced in fifty-nine synods, This
makes the increase during 1880 con¬
siderably over 100,000. If the same
ratio of increase continues through
1881 the Lutheran church will be one
of the strongest in numbers in the
country, and surpassed in membership
only by the Baptists and Methodists.
A Patriotic Song. j
Columbia I my native land :
My heart goes out to thee;
Tliv flag shall ever wave above
, A nation that is free;
Our fathers fought like valiant men
When foes were at our gates;
There’s not a land in ail the world
bike our United States 1
In all the wide, wide world, my boys,
Like our United States !
No North 1 no South! no East! no West!
This nation can divide.
While liberty and loyalty
In Union hearts abide.
The man who scorns the stars and stripes
A traitor’s doom awaits;
There’s not a land in all the world
Like our United States .’
In all the wide, wide world, my lwys,
bike our United States I
The women of America
Arc lovely to behold;
The men of each and every Stale
Are noble, brave and bold.
You cannot find in foreign clinics
A land that witli it rates;
There's not aland in all the world
Like our United States!
In all the wide, wide world, my boys.
Like our United States :
Iu Europe, Asia, Africa,
You’ll seek Us like in vain;
Our brothers from a distant siior«
Come back io us again;
l'or every month and every year
It more of love eroates;
There’s not a land in all the world
l ike our United States !
In all thewide, wide world, my boys,
Like our United States !
— Albert Ellery Huey.
SISTER ROSE.
The June sunshine was steeping all
the meadow lands iu gold; the wild
roses were opening their pink cups
along the course of the little brook, and
a fragrant rnin of daisies and buttercups
followed the “swish” of Harry Hut¬
ton’s scythe, as he worked on the hill¬
side.
And little Barbara, perched on the
cnce with her lap full of wild straw¬
berries, watched him with a sort of
dreamy delight.
Harry Hutton and his sister Barbara
were all alone in the world. A little to
the south, half hidden in a tangle of
brooding apple tree boughs, one could
see the steep gable-roofs of the old
Hutton farmhouse ; anil more than one
blooming village maiden wondered that
Harold could be content with only old
Betsey to keep house for him, and ]it‘le
Barbara to be company in the big,
echoing rooms.
“He can many if be chooses,”said
Alice Lee, with a sidelong glance at the
mirror. “He’s rich!”
“ Yes, if!” said Amy Yokes, saucily.
“ But you know lie has never seen the
light one.”
So there he was, all unfettered by
love as yet—straight, manly, beautiful
to look upon as Apollo’s self, with the
glittering scythe swinging through the
high grass and little Barbara sitting on
the fence, with; her brown, gipsy-like
face half in shadow.
“It was so nice 4” said Barbara. “Oh,
Harry, if you could only have seen it!”
“ Nonsense!” said Harry, flinging
d ;>wn liis scythe and leaning up for a
moment against the fence. “A common
traveling circus! I can’t think, little
Bab, how Uncle Rotter ever let you go
to such ft place!”
“But the lions!” cried Barbara.
“And the elephants! And the lovely
young lady that rode ou the white pony,
and jumped through the garlands of
roses! Oh, Harry, do take me again!
Just once, dear Hairy! ”
And she threw her anns around his
nec ]£ and pressed her strawberry-stained
H ps to his bronzed face.
«They’re going to stay in Millville all
summer, Hairy,” coaxed the small elf.
“And Uncle Potter is going to take the
children once a week, he says.”
i Harry resolutely shook his head,
“Not I!" said he. “A circus, in
deed ! ”
; Anil nothing would induce Lira to go
! and see “Mademoiselle Rosita Raven,
the Danseuse and Equestrian Queen,”
who formed the most attractive star of
the traveling circus.
“Her very name is enough for me,’
said Harry Hutton, with a shrug of the
broad, finely-modeled young shoulders.
“A painted, spangled popinjay, risking
her life to make the gaping crowd stare!
No, I’ve no curiosity at all to see your
Mademoiselle Rosita Raven!”
There was a little one-storied cottage,
however, on the outskirts of the village
—a rudely-built nook, with a popular
reputation of being “ haunted;” and
about this tima it obtained a tenant—*
dark-browed, soberly-dressed young
woman, who was usually mending
stockings or hearing lessons for two
blue-eyed, golden-tressed little maids,
who played around the door-stone; and
as fluently Harry took Hutton, him into whose the business village, rode tie- J
past the humble domicile, he looked
with a sort of pleasure upon the moving
pictures at the cottage door, and won
dered, vaguely, why the little blondes
and their olive-faced young protectress j
were so unlike.
“ They are like twin daisies,” he said,
to himself; “but she is a royal rose. I
wonder who they can bo ?"
One day his horse dropped a shoe in
the road. One of the little lassies ran
after him, with it held aloft in her hand.
“’Thank you, thy girl,” said he, stoop¬
ing from his horse to give her a six¬
pence. “Will you tell me what your
name is ?”
But the child shook her head, all
dancing with sunny curls.
“Sister Rose don’t let us talk to
strangers,” said she.
The quick blood rushed to Harry
Hutton’s face; but lie smiled, never¬
theless.
“Sister Rose is quite right;” said obliged) he. j
“Nevertheless, 1 am much
to you, my pretty maid V"
And the next time he passed the cot¬
tage the picture he saw through t lit'
half-closed lattice was pretty beyond
expression—Sister Rose at her sewing,
the queenly brow half bent, tbe black
braids drooping on the neck, and the
children reciting their catechism in
shrill chorus, to her, chirping out;
it ( To get mine own living, and to do
my duty in that slato of life to which it
shall please God to call me !’ ”
“And that is a lesson,” the young
man thought, to himself, “ which a
great many of ns are slow enough to
learn. Sister Rose is bringing up her
little ones in the right away. 1 wonder
how she came to be living in Pollard’s
cottage, though ?”
So that, when a week after little
Barbara was nearly drowned by the up¬
setting of a boat in the pond below,
atid they carried her to Pollard’s cot¬
tage, the whole thing seemed a curious
coincidence.
She was sitting up, all wrapped in
blankets, in Sister Rose’s big rocking
chair, when her brother, who had been
scut for, came hurriedly in.
He raised the hat that shadowed bis
pale face when he saw the beautiful
young brunette who was bending ovei
bis little sister.
“lam not intruding, I hope?” he
said, with all chivalrous courtesy.
And she answered:
“Not in the least, sir.”
“Oh, Harry, Harry!” cried breathless
little Barbara, “she lias been so good to
me! I was dying and she brought me
back to life!”
“I thank her from the bottom of mv
heart!” said Harohl Hutton, with a
quiver in his voice.
* So the acquaintance began; and one
month from that hour Harry Hutton,
the owner of Hutton Farm’s broad acres,
the Adonis of the village, the mark of
many a matrimonial schemer’s flower
garlanded arrow, asked Sister Rose—
whoso real name be had discovered to
be Rose Blanchard—to be his wife..
She lifted the liquid, Oriental eyes to
his face with sweet gravity.
“I cannot marry, Mr. Hutton,” she
said. “ I have my brother’s two orphan
children to maintain and educate. I
vowed it on his death-bed.”
“Nor would I have you break that
vow,” said Harry, eagerly. “They shall
become my sacred charge, also. They
shall be brought up, carefully and ten¬
derly, with my Barbara.”
But still she shook her head.
“Mr. Hutton,” said she, "we think
differently on many subjects. Yon were
horn to a peaceful competence, while I—
have always hail to fight mv own way
with the world. Our life-paths lie
apart.”
“By the sun that shines above us ot
this moment,” cried Hutton, “ they shall
be together henceforth!”
But she smiled that, sad, Madonna
like smile at his eager enthusiasm.
“You do not know who I am,” said
she.
“ I know that you are an angel!”
“I am Mademoiselle Rosita Raven,
the circus girl,” she said, speaking with
a little effort. “The company leave
Millville next week, and I must go with
them. The children’s mother was a
circus girl, also. My brother saw her
and fell in love with her. He was the
scene-painter of a theater; and when
they were dead, there were the children.
I had to do something for them, so I
turned‘Equestrienne Queen,’ also. It
was not a lofty walk of life, but it was
all I could do, and I have done my best.
I would not let Barbara tell you who I
was, because—because I dreaded that
you should know. But it would have
been better hail her childish tongue
betrayed it, for now—now I have had to
tell it myself.”
“ Rose—my Rose!”
He advanced boldly, his arms out.
She stood still a second and then ut
tered a little, sobbing cry, and fled to
the safe shelter of his breast.
“Yours!” she cried—“ yours forever,
if you love me still, now that you know
nil! But I had been told that you
spoke disparagingly of me— ”
“ Not of you, dearest, in particular, „
he explained, with a pang of remorse—
“ only of the stupid idea T had formed
of you. For 1 never had seen you when
I. spoke those silly words. And my self
asserting idiocy stands rebuked before
the purity of your true presence.”
So Hutton farm got a mistress, and
little Barbara plays m the sunshine with
tho two goldeu-liaired orphan children.
And Sister Rose grows sweeter and
more beautiful with every day; and
Harold Hutton is firmly convinced that
he is the happiest man in all the world.
And so, in good truth, he is!
Horace Greeley and the Ticket Agent,
A reformed ticket agent, a mail now
engaged in a mercantile pursuit, mid
who looks back with a profound melan
choly and remorse to his wicked career,
as he sailed in as u ticket agent, told me
that once, in his sinful days, he was em¬
ployed at Chicago on a through line
from that incorporated Boroas on the
lake to New York eitv, which, made up
of a new combination, was “ bucking”
against Vanderbilt. To extend its ens
•tom the combination had at Chicago a
corps (if able-bodied runners, to seize
wayfarers by the throat and fetch them
lip to the ticket agent, where the inno¬
cent traveler was to bo talked into a
ticket fiver the combination.
One day an able-bodied ruffian came
leading up a rough-looking customer,
who wished to purchase a ticket for New
York by the way of Cleveland. But
evidently the old white-hatted, loose
trousered, coarse-booted countryman,
with his white head and goggling look,
did not know what he wanted. It wits
for the ticket agent to care for him, and
so he rattled on with ticket in hand
until tho venerable, goggle-eyed old
shuffle-toes had extracted from a fat
wallet the price and shambled awkwardly
away. asked friend, who
“Say, old fellow,” a
happened to be in tho office, “do you
know who you sold a ticket to theiPV”
“ Some old fool of a corn-cracker.”
“Not a bit of it—that was Horace
Gieeley.”
“Ger whillicans! and he wanted to
go to Cleveland ?"
“Yes, he is billed to lecture there,
ted the Tribum will give your combinn
tion the deuce for the swindle.
Huns so. Here, yon put ymu
cheek to this hole till 1 find him.’
Away ran the ticket agent. It. was not
difficult to find the hotel at which the
venerable philosopher lodged. The
ticket agent found him in the reading
room poring over a late issue of the
Tribune. He tapped Horace on the
shoulder, and the philosopher looked up
with the childlike expression of his that
seemed to come out from open eyes and
mouth
“J beg your pardon,” said the agent,
“ but I sold you a ticket, to New York
awhile since, and 1 made a mistake.”
“ In the money, I suppose?” replied
Horace, dryly.
“ No, sir; in tlie route. I
after you left you said Cleveland. Now
the ticket I gave you will not take you
to Cleveland.”
“ The deuce it won’t,” cried Greeley,
starting up. “Well, young man, I can
tell you that would be a great disap¬
pointment to Cleveland.”
“ I don’t know anything about that;
but I did not want any man to miss his
way through any fault of mine, Ho I’ve
been in every hotel in Chicago after
you.”
“ The deuce you have ? ”
“ 1 have. There is the right ticket,
It’s over a rival line. But my honor,
sir , rises above trick. 1 bought, the right
ticket for you, and if you give me the
old one we will be even."
“ Young man,” said Horace, fishing
from his capacious pocket the ticket of !
tfie combination, “ you are very good—
too good; come to think of it, too good
for a ticket agent. Leave that, good
young man, before your innocent nature
is corrupted, or your patent screw and
podauger line is bursted up. Go West,
young man, go West. Washington
(npxtal. --
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There were in Germany in 1878 540
paper mills which together produced
3,600,000 cwt. of paper. This number
is exceeded only by the United States,
where 567 mills were at work in 1876,
turning out but 3,000,000 cwt.
NO. 51.
Six Hundred Miles ou a Bicycle.
Mr. Henry M. Bentley last summer
journeyed 000 miles on a bieyele. After
spending tbe early months of the sum¬
mer in and about Hudson, X. Y., view
fog that part of the country from the
8a( nio of a bicycle, ho was asked by
Mr. James Merrihew, superintendent
of tho Westwi Union telegraph com
pany, to accompany him on a month’s
jaunt over tlip country. Accordingly,
about the first of September, the two
gentlemen, accompanied by Mr. Merri¬
hew’ 8 son, a lad of twelve years, started
from Hudson, working their way through
New York to Saratoga. They traveled
leisurely, averaging about thirty-five
miles a day. They carried nothing but
a coat and extra flannel shirt, strapped
to t]ldr bicvcles; but they sent tlieir
Yalis0fJ , espre39 trom poin t to point
when convenient. Everywhere they
went they created great exeitemen
the oUutrv people, their depart 1
amoug ( .
ure from a town gathering great srowds.
The country people could not under¬
stand the object of bicycle riding, and
many an amusing dialogue took place.
An honest farmer, after viewing the ma
chine in wonderment for five or ten min
ntos, would ask:
“ Where are you going; to the fair?”
No, we have no objective point.”
“ Trying to sell them things?”
“ No.”
“ What do you do with them then ?’>
“ Ride around the country.”
“ Wlmt for V”
** Pleasure.”
“ How much do you make by it ?’
“ Nothing whatever; on the contrary,
it costs a good deal of money.”
“But,” the farmer would ask, “What
is in it?” and being told that there was
uo money in the operation, would walk
off with an incredulous look, totally at
loss to understand how people could
travel around in that manner for notli
j iug. While resting by the roadside a
man in a wagon would pull up, upon
first sight of the strange machine, and
poiu^ forth a string of questions begin
ning with “Wlmt is it?” and ending
with “ W hat’s in it r At a county lair
visited by the travelers an old lady asked
. 11 gentleman whom site hatl notice 1
talking to one of the tourists, “What
are those men?”
“ Bicyclers.”
“ Urn, bicycler#. What do they do?”
“ Ride around the country on a big
wheel.”
“ Kind of queer, ain’t they ?”
‘ Yes, somewhat gone, yon know.”
“ Poor men, isn’t it a pity V”
A very intelligent-looking farmer look¬
ed at the strangers some time in silent
cn) . i<)si ty, and then asked; “What coun¬
tryinen are you?” He was told they
were Italians, which he unhesitatingly
i, e jj eve( j ( notwithstanding the correct
English of the travelers, and asked a
g (va £ miuiv questions concerning the
(liffi?mice of elimateB of America and
Italy. At Saratoga the bicyclists were
received by a number of Philadelphia
friends with hardly less amazement than
that exhibited by the country people.
On the home trip they took in New
York city, and came home by the Bound
Brook route—that is, by the roads along
that line of railway. During all the
time Mr. Merrihew’s son rode his ma¬
chine with the others, and has probably
: ridden it larger distance on a bicycle
than any lad of his age in the country.
Mr. Bentley laughingly remarked that
he himself might set up for the cham-
1 pion heavy-weight amateur bicyclist,
there being no record of a man forty
eight years of age and weighing IDO
pounds luiving ridden so long a dis¬
tance.
Hottest Place on Earth.
The hottest climate iu the world prob
ably occurs in tlie desert interior of Aus
ralio. Captain Stuart hung a ther¬
mometer ou a tree, sheltered both from
tho sun and tho wind. It was graduated
to 127 degrees Fahrenheit, yet so great
was tho heat of tlie air that the mercury
rose till it burst the tube ; and the tem
perature must thus have been at least 128
degrees, apparently the highest ever re¬
corded in any part of the world. Nev
ertheless, in the Southern mountains and
table lands three feet of snow some
times fall in a day.
it is an acknowledged fact that
amo ng the modem machines none work
ou ^ g ne res uits with more ingenuity of
q eH jg U) workmanship, or careful corre
latiou of weight, strength and material,
an q prec ision of movement of parts,
than the bicycle.
“ I had rather have newspapers with
out government,” said Jefferson,^ “ than
government withouFnewspapejv ”