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VOL. II.
101C. VAN SYCKEL & CO,
Wholesale and Retail Dealers in
CROCKERY,
GLASSWARE,
House Furnishing Goods
Tin-Flate,
Stoves,
Hardware,
&c„ &c.
MxirorAonmxBs or
TINWARE.
No. 116 Third
MACON. GA.
CARHART & CURD,
DEALERS (H
Hardware, Iron & Steel.
WOO DEN WARE,
Carriage Material,
Cotton CIns,
Circular Saws,
SCALES,
PAINTS, OILS, &c.
MVtoon. On
U. J DA VANT. J- 8. W OI>, JU
DAY ANT & WOOD,
114 Baty Street.
Savannah, Georgia
Special attention given to tale ot
COTTON, RICE & NAVAL STORE S
AGENTS ran
DRAKE’S COTTON TIES
Cash advances mads on eoutifumsut*.
SID. A. PUGHSLEY, Jr.
AGENT AND SALESMAN,
~m TH
I. L. FALK & CO.,
CLOTHIERS,
425 and 427 Broome St., New York,
nor. Congress and Whittaker Street
SAVANNAH. GA.
A. J. BRADDY & SON
Weights viixe, Ga
BLACKSMITH SHOP.
A specialty ol Plantation Work. Wagons,
Baggies, 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,
Wriglitsville, Ga.
SMITH’S HOTEL,
W.J. M. SMITH, Agekt.
Wrlghtsville, Georgia,
Having lately undergone thorough repairs,
this Hotel is prepared to accommodate the
public highest wirh market the finest the market afford*. Tin
prices paid for country produce
John A. Shivers & Son,
Tennille, Ga,,
Are now prepared to hoild, repair and
overhaul
Carriages, Buggies,Wagons, &c.
n f uTwr rr^ 8 0 m “ ke * * p< * oi *' ty °* On0
WRIGHTSVILLE, GA., SATURDAY, MAY 28, 1881.
DRUG STORE.
J. W. BRINSON & CO.,
DWISTS,
Wrlghtsville, Georgia.
Have on hand a complete stock of Drag*
and all other articles usually kept in a
Pir*t« Oloas
Drug Store,
Which they ate soiling at prices to suit tht
limes, and are prepared to fill all orders ant
proscriptions on the shortest possible notice.
Dr. J. W. BRINSON continues to prao
tioe his profession in its various trance*.
Office at the Drug Store.
W. B. MELL &
Wholesale ami retail dealers iu
SADDLES, BRIDLES, HARNESS,
Rubber* and Leather
BELTING AND PACKING,
Fronoh and American Call Skins, Sole, Har
ness, Bridle and Patent heather,
WHIPS and SADDLERY WARE
TRUNKS, VALISES,
Market Square, Savannah, flu
Orders by mall promptly attended to.
A. M. MATHIS,
'I ENNII.J.E, GA.,
Horse-Shoeing a Specialty,
All work intrusted to my care wf’l receive
prompt suiIsIhqUoq attont.on. Cliargos reasonable am!
gitnmnteed in every iuptanoo.
iViiss Anna R. McWhorter,
WRIOHTSVILIAi, GA ,
Keeps on hand a nice selection ot
SUCH A 8
LADIES’HATS RIBBONS,
, FLOWERS and TRIMMINGS.
In endless variety; nleo a nice assortment 01
latest patterns, etc., all for sale as cheap in
the cheapest. I am also prepared to out, fli
and make dresses at short notice. Cal: on liu
before purchasing elsewhere.
J. T. & B. 3 . DENT,
Eight miles west o' Wrigbtsvide, Ga.
Keep constantly on h nd a fine assortment
of Pure
Liquors, Brandies, Wines, files, Lager.
Etc., etc.; also Tobacco, Cigars, Candies,
Pickles, Oysters, Sardines, and a
lull line oi family
GROCERIES!
All of which we will sell at inside figure*
Give us a trial. Respectfully,
J. T. & B. J. DENT.
PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS.
Operas are composed by the score.
“Ruler rain,” as the boy said when
he threw the teacher’s ferule into the I
stove.
Can a young man who is writing to
his sweetheart be said to be writing fa r
the press ? ,
Why are young ladies like arrows?
Because they are in a quiver till the next
beau comes.
A counterfeiter finds it impossible to
make an honest penny at his business.—
Yonkers Statesman.
ill’ll have no more oi your lip!” is
what the discarded lover remarked to
his angry sweetheart .—Yonkers States¬
man.
An exchange notes that the obelisk
seems to be quite at home in Central
; Park, New York. Why not ? It is in
the land of Faro.
Something must be done; we are
8 e tting lonesome. Neither Charley Ross
nor the Bender family has been found
j j f or at , l east a month,
The compositor who set up a line
from Bums, “Then gently skin thy
brother man,” knew more about Wal
street than he did about poetry.
A Baltimore critic complains that
Miss Anderson talks through her noise.
Perhaps this man expects her to remove
| her nose ftnd P xlt xt in her pocket.
Songs of Spring.
These are the songs of spring,
Of spring, the flower of timo and truth,
Of silence and of Brand,
Tho waters of eternal youth,
Long sought and never found -
Yet who, yot who shall smg ?
These are the songs of spring,
Of spring, the month of coming birth
Of all things bom again;
Tho inspiration of the earth,
The morning light of men—
fet who, yet who shall sing ?
These are the songs of spring, :
Of spring, tho season of desire,
Of passion, and of pain ;
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Of heat and cold, of frost and fire,
Of sun and wind and rain—
Yet who, yet who shall sing?
WILD QEKSE.
While the storm once more may break through
tho gray,
And the frost strike soro ore the promptings ot
the May,
With the clang of sleet and the clash of rain,
To the northward fly the geese again. j
Clenched in the fingere of March the forests
stand,
Hold in his gauntlet of iee and wrung in his
sinewy hand,
And now, with the clangor of bells in the frosty
sky.
The wild geese follow the storm-wind hack
with a strong, discordant cry.
*
This is the note they bring,
Tho liarsli, conflicting prelude of the spring;
The wild, forbidden March-bird sending forth
The bugle-call to April, who waits to follow
north.
Still to northward, wind and frost following
sore,
To the tempest-beaten coast of Labrador.
BLUEBIRD.
’Tis a morning all in the April weathor,
With the April cloud and sun,
When spring and winter arc near together,
And you know not either one,
And once again front earth or sky,
The windy distance answering,
I hear tho bluebird’s Biibtle cry,
Tlio magic voice of spring.
My window, that looks to the uplands yonder,
In tho russet vines is bound;
And here of an April day I ponder
To the rhythmic April sound;
Her changing pulses heat for me,
Her chilly languors touch mo here
With all tho wino of ecstacy,
The coining of tho year.
Bird of the magic April weather,
And tho distant April sun,
Bringing the earth and sky together,
To belong to neither one;
The sun is strong, the wind is wild,
The blue at variance with the gray,
Your broken song has reconciled
The conflict of an April day.
ROBIN.
The w'heat is not yet sown,
Hut half the field is plowed,
And I hear, with the promise of summer,
The voice of a blithe new-comer,
The robin, singing loud.
Sjng where the eager winds aro blowing,
And in tho waiting furrow
Sing while the border woods are bare,
And pattering rains are on the air;
You may not sing to-morrow.
The robin’s flight is strong,
Or be it storm or sun;
With tho favoring May wind follows
The first of the tardy swallows;
Hut he shall follow none.
The hope of harvest rales tho sowing,
Let pass despair and sorrow;
Sing on—I knew you in tho wood,
Among the last year’s robin brood ;
Sing on—to-day, to-morrow.
I know yon in the nest,
With yellow, gaping throat.
Had I crushed you, as one crashes
With the heel tho sweet-fern bushes,
Yon had not sung a note.
The mother was beyond our hearing;
Yet who would license borrow?
thought, if I should fling you by, I
Your yellow beak would scarcely cry;
Yet sing—it storms to-morrow.
—Dora Head Goodale, in the Independent.
A DOUBLE CRIME.
The wholesale produce and commis¬
sion store of Mr. Purvis, on Delaware
avenue, near Vine street, was robbed on
the night of October 17, 1865.
The safe had been opened apparently
by false keys, and upward of nine thou¬
sand dollars in greenbacks were ab¬
stracted. A package of bonds to the
amount of $3,000 more remained un
touched.
Two clerks, both young men, usually
slept in the store. August Yerkes bad
been in the employ of Mr. Harrison
Purvis about four years, and enjoyed
the confidence of his employer, Pem¬
broke Sharon, the other clerk, had only
recently been taken, but the manner in
which he took hold of the business im¬
pressed Mr. Purvis so much in his favor
that he predicted a successful future for
the young man as a very able salesman
and ultimate prominent merchant.
Under this impression.he placed implicit
trust in Sharon, and selected him as a
companion of Yerkes in the store at
night.
Both of^these young men were in the
store on the night the robbery occurred;
but when the place was opened in the
morning Sharon was missing and Yerkes
lay on the floor near the safe with a se¬
vere gash on the side of his head, which
had been bleeding profusely, judging
by the amount of blood on the floor.
The unfortunate young man had evi¬
dently endeavored to staunch the blood
for both his hands were stained, as ais'
were his clothes. By the disorder in
the office and the numerous mood
stains both on the floor and walls it
was evident that a desperate struggle
must have taken place.
It was conjectured from this that
Sharon, having provided himself with
false keys, had opened the safe and been
surprised by his fellow clerk in the
midst of his work, who in turn dealt
him the blow near the and
after a severe struggle between them,
Yerkes fainted from loss of blood and
the robber fled with his booty,
Varnoe, the detective, and a physician
were at once sent for, and while Dr. Ed
son attended to his patient the detective
examined the premises with his usual
carefulness, particularly the second
floor, and returning to the lower floor
found that Yea-kes had recovered and
sat in an arm-chair with a bundage
around his head.
“ "Well, Mr. Yarnoe, wliat have yon
discovered?” asked Mr. Purvis.
“ I find that the robber has been to
the second floor,” replied the detective;
“ possibly he has taken some valuables
from there as well.”
The merchant hastened upstairs, but
presently returned, saying nothing had
been disturbed or removed as far as he
could see.
“ Whatever his object may have been,
I am positive that he visited the second
floor after the bloody struggle had
taken place.”
Then Yerkes gave the following ac¬
count:
He awoke suddenly and found that
Sharon had left the bed, and fearing
that some mishap had overtaken him he
lit a parafine candle by the small gas
jet in the room and began to search for
him.
Not finding him on the second floor
iie descended to the first floor, and dis
covered him before the open safe. They
saw each other at the same moment, and
Sharon was spell-bound at being dis¬
covered in his criminal act. Then be¬
gan the straggle, the evidence of which
was so plainly evident. Sharon being
the stronger of the two soon overpowered
his opponent,and threw him so violently
on the floor that he became insensible.
Varnoe listened with wrapt attention
to the end, then made a few notes in his
book, after which he walked out of the
store with his eyes bent on the floor
before him until he reached the street;
then, after casting his eyes searchingly
around on the ground, he walked over
to the dock and gazed for a few mo¬
ments into the water in a thoughtful
manner. When he returned to the store
and rejoined the others in the office, it
was with a grave countenance.
“ Mr. Purvis, the robber has evident¬
ly escaped by way of the river, as the
blood tracks reach to the dock.”
All eyes were now directed toward
the wounded man, who had suddenly
grown very pale. Ho opened his mouth
as if to say something, but fell back in
his seat with a groan and fainted away.
While the doctor was applying restor
atives to his charge the detective drew
Mr. Purvis away to the rear of the store
and remained there for half an hour in
conversation with him, and judging by
his'frequent exclamations he muBt, have
been greatly astonished at what the de¬
tective told him.
Re-entering the office, they found
Yerkes still unconscious, and at the
suggestion of Varnoe he was conveyed
in that condition to the hospital.
“Now, Mr. Purvis,”said Varnoe, “you
will please point out to me which are
the clothes usually worn by Mr. Sharon
while on duty at the store.”
“Certainly, sir,” replied the gentle¬
man ; “ that is readily done,” and he
went to a closet where the clerks kept
their outer garments and opened it. He
took piece after piece from the hooks,
an exclamation as if of surprise escaping
him as he did so.
“What is it?” asked Varnoe, when
Mr. Purvis laid the garments on the
bed.
“ Why, as I live, Sharon has not only
left his coat and vest behind, but also
his pants ! ” said Mr. Purvis, with a look
of bewilderment.
“That is singular,” remarked 'the
detective, exchanging significant glances
with the,doctor; “the more so when
you bear in mind that Mr. Yerkes when
found had on his coat, vest, pants and
boots, while the robber even left his
boots behind him,” pointing to a pair
beneath the bed.
“You will now please see whether
Mr. Sharon has left anything of value in
his pockets.”
Every pocket was instantly divested
of its contents. There was found a val¬
uable gold watch and chain, a wallet
containing a trifle over $5, a penknife,
pencil and memorandum book, etc.
“ Retain the articles, Mr. Purvis, and
restore the clothes to the closet,” said
Yarnoe. “I have another surprise in
When this was done Varnoe took off
all the bedclothes and threw them on
the floor, leaving the mattress bare. An
exclamation of surprise burst from Mr.
where a number of bloody finger-marks
stained it along a seam about ten inches
in length.
“Now I see what you are driving at,’
cried Mr. Purvis, scanning the seam.
I hulden - ; u “ hm ea ° booty in ‘If the mattress? th V ol fr haS
“I think so at aU events, was Ins re
ply, as he took out his knife and opened
the seam.
Then inserting his hand into the
opening, he presently drew forth the
package of greenbacks. They were in
tact, so Mr. Purvis announced after ex
amining the fastenings and seals.
“ What am I to think of this ?” asked
the gentleman, in a helpless tone. “I
declare that my head aches trying to di¬
vine the motive of this most extraordi¬
nary robbery.”
“ Think as I do. r
“What is that? £
“Why, that Pembroke Sharon, instead
of being the robber, is the victim of the
robber, which accounts for his leaving
all his outer garments behind. He evi¬
dently surprised the robber at his work,
and in the encounterd that took place
ho murdered poor Sharon, dragged him
across the street, ns the trail showed to
me, and tossed him into the river.”
“Then you really suspect August
Yerkes as the robber ? ” asked the mer¬
chant, greatly agitated.
“ I am sure he is not only the robber,
lint possibly also a murderer,” was the
reply.
“Oh, the wretch!” cried the mer¬
chant, passionately; “and in my heart
I admired his bravery, while I pitied
him for what he had endured for en¬
deavoring to protect my property.”
“Iam convinced that you liavo hit
on the right man,” said Mr. Purvis.
“ If he knew of this he might give us
the slip. The next thing to be done is
to use every means in our power to re¬
cover the body of poor Sharon.
“ Poor, indeed, since all the clothes
he has on his back are not his own,’
spoke a voice behind them. '
All looked at the speaker, who wore
an old seaman’s suit, and looked as if
ho had just recovered from a severe
Spell of sickness
Something in the tone of the voice
struck a chord in the breast of the mer¬
chant. He approached the man and
asked, eagerly:
“Who are you?”
“ My name is Pembroke Sharon.”
In a moment he was surrounded by
the trio, who congratulated him on his
escape from death. Ho requested per¬
mission to assume his proper dress,
after which he would tell exactly what
had occurred during the past night.
His story was very similar to the one
told by Yerkes, with this difference—
the positions were changed. It wa
Sharon who surprised the other before
the opened safe just in the act of stow
ing in his pocket the package of green
bacKB alluded to. It was Sharon who
denounced the act, and Yerkes, both
angry and frightened to be thus detected,
picked up a paper-weight and hurled it
at his fellow-clerk, striking Sharon on
the I 102 U, inflicting a ghastly wound,
from which ho fainted, and knew no
more until he awoke on board a vessel
near the navy yard. He was told that
they picked him up in the river.
The captain and two of his men had
been to the theater and were returning
in a boat to the vessel when a white
object floating on the water attracted
their attention and they made for it,
and drew the apparently dead man in
the boat and took him on board the
vessel, where his wants were at once at¬
tended to.
When Yerkes’ version of the affair
was related to him he laughed derisive¬
ly, and was on the point of making a
remark when familiar footsteps were
heard ascending the stairs.
“ By heaven! I believe it is August
Yerkes!" whispered Sharon, as he
hastily entered the closet and drew the
door to. He was none too soon, for the
next moment Yerkes walked briskly np
to where the three gentlemen were
NO. 2.
standing. Something in their faces
told him that something was amiss—
something to his disadvantage, too.
“You are probably surprised to see
me here again ?” remarked he, for want
of anything else to say.
“We are indeed,” said Mr. Purvis,
regarding him with an ominous frown.
“ Y'ou all appear to be anything but
pleased to see me ?” next remarked the
robber and would-be assassin.
“ On the contrary, we are very glad
to see you,” here spoke Yarnoe, with an
ambiguous smile.
Glancing at the detective with a skep¬
tical air, Yerkes waited to the closet
and opened the door, and the next mo¬
ment he uttered a fearful shriek and
started back with his hair standing on
end, and his face the color of ashes.
He had seen (as his guilty conscience
told him) the ghost of his victim, for
Sharon remained standing in the closet
perfectly immovable) his e fixed
proaehfully on the guilty wretch,
Tll0 hon . ia vision was too mucll for
his brain to endure. Yerkes became a
mviug maniae and became so violent
that Yarnoe was obliged to manacle him
hand and foot and ugain retum bim to
the hospital, from whence he was shortly
a ft erward conveyed to the insane depart
ment of tbe almsbou8e<
Penbroke Sharon was generously
recompensed by his employer for his
heroic attempt to prevent the robbery,
and promoted to a responsible position
in the store, which he filled with credit
both to himself and his grateful em¬
ployer.
Yerkes lived a year or so after his con¬
finement, and died a raving maniac, a
terrible retribution for his attempt to
fasten a crime on an innocent .erson
and thus rob him both of his reputation
and life at one fell blow.
Illustrious Cobblers.
No one but a shoemaker could have
thought Coleridge serious in his strange
saying that the shoemaker’s bench had
produced more eminent men than any
other handicraft. The Shoe and Leather
Reporter has, however, compiled a “ bill
of particulars,” iu the shape of a list of
famous cobblers, which seems to act as
an effectual estoppel on all jealous
craftsmen. Hans Christian Andersen,
who needs no introduction, may head
the list, and Hans Sachs, of Nuremberg,
who though he made shoes all liis life,
yet made 6,000 poems, plays, farces and
rhyming fables, may be put next. Sir
Cloudesly Shovel was a shoemaker until
ho enlisted in the navy, and so was Sir
Christopher Minns, another English
admiral. John Hewson, one of Crom¬
well’s colonels, and a signer of Charles
I.’s death warrant; Samuel Bradbum,
the “ Demosthenes of Methodism,” as
well as a bishop; James Laekington,
whose catalogue of publications reached
the total—enormous for that time—
of thirty-seven volumes in 1787—all
these were cobblers at first, if not at the
lust. Continuing the English list, 'Wil¬
liam Gifford, whose memory is pre
served by a complimentary allusion in
Byron’s “English Bards and Scotch
Reviewers,” and whoso body is
buried in Westminster Abbey;
George Fox, the arch-Quaker; William
Caiy, a missionary famous a century
ago, and who read the proofs of the
Bible in twenty-seven Oriental lan¬
guages; Samuel Drew, “the Locke of
the nineteenth century,” whose experi
cnee ns an author led him to formulate
the sad truth that “ the man who makes
shoes is suro of his wages, but the man
who makes books is never sure of any¬
thing;” Thomas Holcroft, whose name
is not nearly so well known as that of
a siugle one of his plays, “ The Road to
Ruin;” the Bloomfield brothers, whom
Byron thus apostrophized:
“ Ye tuneful cobblers, etill your notes prolong,
Compose at once a slipper and a song;”
John Pounds, whom school children
cried at being turned away from—all
these and lesser lights too numerous to
mention were English she . makers.
Coming to our own country; Roger
Sherman, one of the “ signers,” leads
the list in time, but Vice-President
Henry Wilson in rank. Besides these
were Congressman Sheffy and Noah
Worcester, founder of the Massachusetts
Peace society. And ex-Governors H.
P. Baldwin, of Michigan, and William
Claflin, of Massachusetts, if they never
made shoes, at least dealt in them
largely enough to be named here. Alto¬
gether the list is sufficienty imposing
and convincing to justify a verdict in
favor of Coleridge’s saying.
“ Can any one in the class tell me
what Rhode Island is celebrated for ?”
asked a teacher in a Boston school. “ It is
the only one of the New England States
which is the fjmallesfc,” was the reply.