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®lw flrifl t k . V Irtsflillf ftorkr. 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 ; - * 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.