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JOHH C. M SYCKEL & 00.,
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Bouse Furnishing Goods
TinrPlate,
Stoves*
Hardware,
&c., tfce.
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TINWARE.
No. 116 Third
MACON. CA,
CARHART & CURD,
DEALERS IN
Hardware, Iron & Steel
WOODEN WARE,
Carriage Material,
Cotton Gins,
Circular Saws,
SCALES,
PAINTS, OILS, &c.
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K. J DA V ANT. J 6 W Ol), J It
DAY ANT & WOOD.
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114 Bay Street.
Savannah, Gcoi’gia
Special attention given to esle ol
C9TTGH.RICE & RATAL STORES
AGENTS FOB
DRAKE'S COTTON TIES.
Gash advances made on consignments.
W. B. MELL & CO
Wholesale and retail dealors in
SADDLES, BRIDLES, HARNESS,
Rubber and Leather
BELT [MG AND PACKING
French anil American Call Skins, S la, Har
ness, Bridle and Patent I.eathor,
wmrs Ann SADDLERY WARE
TRUNKS ' VALISES ’
Market Square, Savannah, Ga
Orders by mail nromotlv attended to.
SID. A. PUGHSLEY, Jr.
A SENT AND SALESMAN,
-WITH-
I. L. FALK & CO.,
CLOTHIERS,
425 and 427 Broome St., New York,
Cor. Congress and Whittaker Street?,
SAVANNAH, <iA.
A. J. BRADDY & SON
Wkigiitsvillk, Ga
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A sprcialty ol Plantation Work. Wagons,
Baggies, etc., made and repaired.
Plows and Plow-Stocks r.f all kinds, and
every kind of Wood and iron Work done by
A T. BRADDY & SON,
Wrightsvdie, Ga.
WRIGHTSYILLE, GA., SATURDAY. JULY 23, 1881.
The Jilted Star.
I was sitting alone in the gloaming,
Gazing into a quiet sky;
My thoughts were tired of roaming,
As weary and tired as I,
When all at once in the sky above
Shone a star of radiant light,
And then it was iu love that I fell
With this star, so strangely bright.
I knew ’twas a world many miles away,
Far greater and fairer than this,
But I watched for its coming at dose of day
And always threw it a kiss.
To my tired self it became a friend.
Bringing rest before unknown;
Its tender radiance seemed to blend
In my heart and make me its own.
But alas l too soon I grow.woary
Of its cold, dispassionate face,
And a little mortal pang
In my heart crept into its place.
And when at the close of day,
With my new love at my side,
We talked in voices gay,
And she promised to bo my bride.
But that night, when the world was sleeping
The ram in torrents fell,
Anil I thought could my star be weeping
For the falso one she loved so well ?
The star looked down from above
As we stood there talking together,
And I thought of the change in my love,
And she of the change in tho weather.
LOVE AND HUNTING.
“Please, sir, are these for you?”
It was my man who spoke, and as he
d so he held up for inspection an im¬
maculate pair of “tops” in one hand
and a pair of painfully new breeches in
the other, while his countenance wore
an expression of mingled fear and
astonishment.
With an inward sinking at my heart
I turned from my morning paper and
cutlet, and having nodded a gloomy
assent to his query, said: “That will
do, James ; lay them on the sofa.”
The above conversation took place m
my bachelor apartments in the Albany,
and the reason for the appearance there¬
in of the aforesaid tops and breeches I
am about to explain. I am not a bunt¬
ing man. I never could see any joke
in bumping about on a hard piece of a
pigskin in pursuit of a draggled piece
of vermon called a fox, although some
peoplo say the fox enjoys the fun. It
is all very well for those who like it;
and Mr. Jorricks, of immortal memory,
may call hunting “the sport of things
—the image of war without its guilt and
only twenty-five percent, of its danger,”
if he likes, hut I confess I can’t see it
in that light. It was with feelings the
reverse of pleasant, therefore, that I re¬
ceived and accepted an invitation from
Sir Harry Bullfinch to stay a week in
his “box” in Warwickshire, and avail
myself of his hospitality and a mount
with the renown pack which hunted
that country. I was urged to this ac¬
ceptance of what in my saner moments
I should have indignantly treated as a
practical joke by a slight attack of the
master passion. I met Sir Harry and
his daughter, Kate, in London, during
the past season. We had frequently
met at variously balls and entertain¬
ments, and on several occasions had
enjoyed the balmy fragrance of Bushy
park and tho still delights of a boat on
the upper reaches of the Thames, but
I tad never
ventured to ask the question winch was
forever on the tip of my tongue, but
never ? ot f " rth er ’ Tho station ap
peared to hold , out promises of quiet
tete a-totes, so I electrified my tailer
„ d wtma i er „. ith „ rfc „ the
necessary “togs ” with which to carry
bti the campaign.
I remember having somewhere heard
0r road that in 01 ' der to aC( l uire an eas y
and graceful seat on horseback, sitting
astride on a chair and holding on by the
back was excellent practice, so, having
called James and given him most ex¬
press instruction to deny me even to
my most intimate friends, I proceeded
to struggle into perhaps the tightest
pair of curds that were ever made for
mortal man, and, with the aid of a
brandy and soda and a couple of boot
hooks, to pull on a pair of boots which
nearly gave me a fit of apoplexy and
made my corns burn for hours. Armed
with a cutting whip, I then mounted
astride the strongest chair in the apart¬
ment, and continued the exhilarating
exercise with the firmness of a stoic and
a martyr, and with only one interval
for luncheon, throughout the entire
day.
My train left the Great Northern
stati ° nat4 ; 30 an *“ me a ;
my destination. In due course I found
myself seated next to the fair Kate,
with my legs comfortably stretched
under Sir Harry's mahogany,
“I suppose our dull country pack
will seem quite a second,rate to you.”
said Kate.
I was murmuring something in re¬
ply, when Sir Harry cut in with:
“Ah I I’ve got a splendid mount for
you to-morrow, my boy! A trifle play¬
ful, perhaps—hasn’t been hunted yet
this season, but will carry you like a
bird.”
“ Oh, yes,” said Kate. “ Gzar is such
a nice creature.”
“ Indeed!” said I. “Iam rejoiced to
hear it. Of course you accompany us
to the meet ?”
“Yes,” she replied, “and papa has
said that as you are going out I might
even follow tho hounds a little way.
You’ll look after me, won’t you, Mr.
De Boots?”
I promised to do my devoirs, hut in
my heart of hearts thought I should re¬
quire some one to look after me.
The following morning at breakfast,
which was early on account of our hav¬
ing to go some distance to the meet,
the horses ware brought round—a
sturdy, thick-set, quiet-looking weight
carrier, a neat-looking gray mare, and a
bright, fidgety chestnut. The latter
gave his attendant groom some trouble,
and insisted on waltzing arouud on his
hind legs a good deal more than ap¬
peared to me to be necessary.
“ I am afraid your papa will find that
animal rather troublsome,” I remarked
to Kate.
“That,” she answered, “oh, that’s
not papa’s—that’s the one you are going
to ride—Czar.”
My appetite left me, and as I ro3e and
walked, in as unconcerned manner as I
could assume to the window, I saw that
the Czar had reversed the order of
things by putting his head between his
forelegs and lashing out with his heels
in a very vicious-looking and anything
but “playful” manner.
A general move was now made to the
front door. Kate looked at me and
evidently expected me to “put her up,”
but I knew better than to attempt it,
and pretended to be intent on buckling
a strap of the pair of spurs Sir Harry
had lent me until she was safe in the
saddle. Czar was then brought up for
me to mount, which, after several abor¬
tive attempts on my part, I effected, and
we all jogged on toward the meet. Con¬
trary to my expectation Czar behaved
in a most exemplary manner, and I even
ventured to swing my whip with a
jaunty air without his taking tho slight¬
est notice. But it was too good to
last. Presently a red coat popped out
on us from a by-lane, and the Czar’s
ears began to twitch. Two or three
more horsemen overtook us, and his
tail began to describe circles, and he
proceeded on his way with a crab-like
movement, which was anything but ele¬
gant and eminently disconcerting.
Almost before I could realize the po¬
sition, a stern voice shouted; “Now, you
sir, mind tho hounds, will you?” and a
muttered oath, accompanied by au ex¬
pression which sounded very much like
“ tailor,” drew my attention to the fact
that we had arrived in a field by the
side of a wood, in which was gathered
some seventy or eighty horsemen and
a pack of hounds. Luckily for myself,
and also for the hounds, on whom Czar
seemed to think it great fun to dance,
the master at this moment gave the sig¬
nal to “throw off.” It nearly came
being prophetic in my case. In less
time than it takes to write, a fox was
started. I lost my hat and my head at
one and the same moment, and -nearly
my seat, and the next thing that I re¬
member with any degree of distinct¬
ness is clinging with the blind energy
of a drowning man to the jiommel of
the saddle, and regarding with despair
a huge fence which seemed to approach
me at a terrific rate. There was a sud¬
den rush, a tremendous spring—I seem
to have left the lower part of my waist¬
coat and its contents on the other side
of the obstacle—and, with a jolt which
pitched me somewhere in the vicinity
of Czar’s ears, we were over.
The field we landed in was a stiffisli
fallow, but Czar still “ urged on his
wild career” with unabated speed. I
shook hack into the saddle, and a pass¬
ing regret that I had neglected to insure
my life against accidents flitted through
my mind. I continued to cling to the
pommel, and in this .manner wo nego¬
tiated three more fences, and got into
a quiet lane, when, much to my aston¬
ishment Czar stopped dead short. We
had, to my sincere delight, lost the
hounds! I patted Czar gently on the
neck, and quickly dismounting, led
him slow y down the lane. We had not
proceeded far when I discerned a coun¬
try lad coming toward me, carrying in
his hand my lost hat, which had been
battered out of all shape by a horse’s
hoof. I recovered the lost headgear
climbed back into the saddle intending
to walk Czar quietly homeward, when
I could discover in what d irection home
was. But as ill-luck would have it, at
that precise moment the sound of a horn
was heard far off in the distance. Czar
pricked up his ears and ga.ve a sudden
start, and on my attempting to check
him, f eared straight on end, while I
lovingly clasped him round the neck
with both arms, and with one plunged
forward and upward we left that lane
and that country youth forever. We
landed in a pasture, and were going at
p ?V iful pace up a sliight incline. Ar¬
rived at the top, the v.diolo hunt was to
he seen coming doWn the valley.
And now Czar would take no denial.
Rushing down the slope at a speed to
which all former exertions of his had
been as mere child’s play, flew over a
double post and rails, and I found my¬
self a good field in front of the fore¬
most flight of horsemen and close on to
the hounds! still onward! until loom¬
ing in the distance appeared a strag¬
gling line of stunted willows, which,
eveu to my initiated vision, meant
“ water.” Splash ! there goes the
fox! Splash! splash ! there go the
hounds! I hear voices shouting be¬
hind mo as if in warning, hut all I can
do is to hold on and trust in Provi¬
dence. Our pace, if possible, increases,
and with a sort of idea of going up in a
balloon, Czar and myself seemed sus¬
pended in the air miles above the
brook. It seems ages before wo oorue
down again, which W'e do with a jerk
that would have unseated me had it not
been for Czar suddenly springing for¬
ward and shaking me back to my proper
place. We rush on to whore the hounds
seem to bo scrambling fiat something
and quarreling amongst, themselves—
they have run into the fox and Czar
comes to a standstill just outside the
worrying pack.
Up comes the first whip and flogs
them off their prey, f.nc! I see Sir Harr;
advancing toward me, rod in the face and
violently gesticulating with his heavy
hunting crop. What have I done ?
Have I unconsciously infringed some
point in hunting etiquette or have I
hurt Czar? Neither the one or the
other. Sir Harry, hast ily flinging him¬
self off hissteaming horse, comes up to
me and seizing me by tl e hand nearly
wrings my arms off and bursts out with:
“Well done, my hoy! You rascal,
you! You’ve ‘ pounded ’ tho whole of us.
Never saw such going in all my life.
Don’t believe there’s another man in
the field that could have done it. Here,
Lord George”—to the noble master
who at that moment rode utj —“permit
me to introduce my frier id, Mr. De
Boots.”
“Delighted to make your acquaint¬
ance, sir,” says his lordship, shaking
me heartily by the hand. “I trust to
bo able to show you some good sport
if you are thinking of r emaining in our
country, though if you do we shall all
have to look to our laur els, for you went
like a bird, sir.”
While he is speaking several gentle¬
men ride up, to all of whom I am in¬
troduced, and all of whom praise what
they are pleased to call my “ plucky
riding.” .
Miss Kate comes up as the last obse¬
quies are being performed, and on the
huntsman, obedient to a nod from his
lordship, who is no lover of women in
the hunting field, pre senting me with
the brush, I handed it to her with all
the grace compatible with mud-stained
habiliments, and a crushed and bat¬
tered hat.
We rode home together—Sir Harry
and an old crony of his riding some dis¬
tance in the rear. Czar was complacent
and had apparently had quite enough,
at any rate, for that day; so thinking
that I might never have another such
opportunity, I gently took Kate’s whip
hand and ventured to put that question
which had been so long on the tip of
my tongue.
Her answer was a whisper “Yes;”
but suddenly turning to me she added:
“ On one condition.”
Name it, dearest,” I replied.
5 You are so rash and daring that you
must promise me never to hunt after
we are married!”
Need I say how readily I gave the re¬
quired pledge, and how faithfully I
kept it ?
They stood at the door preparatory to
saying good-night. “ When shall I call
again ?” he asked with an emotion that
made his eyes and his voice soft.
“When papa returns,” she answered
calmly. “And when will that be?” he
eagerly asked. “ Well, he starts on a
voyage around the world to-morrow,
and I’ll let you know when he gets
back.”
TOPICS OF THE DAY.
Queen Victoria’s drawing-room is a
dismally ceremonious thing; but the
last time it was held there was a pretty
bit of youthful brightness visible. Be¬
tween the folding-doors at the end of
the gallery peeped and peered Alexan¬
dra’s three small daughters, th eir spark¬
ling faces and dancing eyes little ac¬
cording with the deep court mourning
they wore.
Within a few years the exportation of
apples from this country to France has
enormously increased. t is now said
that a considerable part of this useful
product comes back in the form of Nor¬
mandy cider and light claret. Late
frosts are reported to have injured the
French apple crop, and of course this
country will be expected to supply the
deficiency bn accordance with its usual
custom of providing for the world’s
wants.
Ther e is always satisfaction iu seeing
a man. of science avoid technicalities
and come light down to good old Anglo
Sax.on speech. And while so many scatter¬
brained impostors are endeavoring to
scare people into the belief that the
i planets are going to wreck the world
during this year of grace, there is solid
comfort in tho following letter written
by Professor Young, of Princeton, N.
J., to a Nebraska inquirer: “Dear Sir—
It is true that Saturn, Jupiter and
Venus are near conjunction and T. near
its perihelion. But they have no influ¬
ence whatever of any sort on the earth.
Tho nonsense talked about tho matter
is worthy of tho dark ages. Two tom¬
cats fighting in the streets of Pekin will
disturb the world more than all imag¬
inable planetary conjunctions. Yours,
C. A. Young.” That letter ought to
keep many a good half-dollar out of tho
pockets of peripatetic philosophers who
are going about the country lecturing
to the credulity of ignorant people.”
It is discouraging to learn that of all
the essays submitted to tbo judges who
were appointed to award the interna- 1
fcional prizo of two thousand marks, of¬
fered by the Empress Augusta of Aus¬
tria, for the best work on diphtheria,
uot one contained any new fact with re¬
gard to the origin, nature or treatment
of tire disease, and that the prize was,
therefore, not awarded. A new offer is
made to the medical v profession
now
throughout the world, for “ experiment¬
al researches into the'cause of diphthe¬
ria, accompanied by essays upon the
practical deductions to be derived from
those investigations.” The committee
will give the decision upon the works
offered in this new competion upon Sep¬
tember JO, 1882. The money value of
the prize will, of course, furnish no in¬
ducement to learned and skillful men
to prosecute this inquiry, but the hope
of doing a great service to humanity,
and the fame which would follow a
valuable contribution to the meager
knowledge of this scourge ought to in¬
sure important results from the compe¬
tition.
In iris recent lecture at the national
fishing exhibition in Norwich, England,
Professor Huxley said a great many in¬
teresting things about that prolific and
valuable friend of man, tlie herring.
He described this fish as occupying a
place in natural history almost unique
in itself, which still to a certain extent
puzzles biologists. Practical men may
have little difficulty in determining
whether a given fish is a herring or not;
but scientific zoologists, looking a little
deeper, have not always succeeded in
drawing a hard and fast line between
the herring, the sprat, the shad and the
pilchard. One thing is certain, that,
by whatever name the fish is called, the
numbers on the English coast are enor¬
mous, and so long as climatic conditions
remain the same, the supply is practi¬
cally inexhaustible. Calculating by the
evidence of fishermen, a “ shoal ” of
herring may contain more than 500,000,
000 fish, and as many shoals are ob¬
served year after year, not only on the
English coasts, but on those adjacent,
the number of good herrings in any one
year must be reckoned by billions.
In Paris false ears are a new manufac¬
ture for the toilet. Ladies who think
they have ugly ears place these artistic
productions under luxuriant tresses of
false hair, fasten them to the natural
ears, and wear them for show. False
hair, false teeth, false breasts, false hips,
false calves, false ears—what next ?
Two Carolina telegraph operators
quarreled by wire, exchanged chal¬
lenges in the same way, and met half
way between Columbia and Charlotte to
fight with fists.
NO. 10.
Conquer Thyself.
’Tis a good thing sometimes to bo alone
Sit calmly down and look self in tlxe • ce,
Ransack the heart, search every secret place
Playful uproot the baneful sdeils there town,
Plnclc out the woo:1a ere the frill crop is gr ,v u
Gird up the loins afresh to rail the race,
Poster all noble thoughts, cast out the base,
Thrust forth the bad. a'nd.make the good thine
own.
Who has the courage thus to look within ?
Keep faithful watch and ward with inner eyes;
Thv foe may harass, but can no’er surprise •
Or over him ignoble conquest win.
Ob! doubt it not, if thou wonidst wear the
crowh, *
Self, baser self, must first be trampled down.
PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS.
“ I’lh mashed on you,” remarked the
moslquito to the young lady, as she
slapped it.
An old tin kettle may not point a
moral, but we have frequently known it
to adorn a tail.
Gate posts should be set out firmly.
A great deal may hinge upon them as
your girls grow up.
“Did you call your brother a liar?”
asked tho stern parent, and the culprit
replied: “ Well, I said he was a sewing
machine agent.”
Proverbial Philosophy—One hair in
the hash will cause more hard feelings
than seven illuminated mottoes on the
wall can overcome.
The aged female who spends most of
her time in “ shooing ’ hens out of tho
garden, must be the veritable “old
woman who lived in her shoo.”
Gentle maid, why so dejected,
Pray tell mo why this groat distress;
Pray do!” sighed he.
“ Why, Tom proposed so unexpected
That I said no when I meant yes:
Boo hoo !” cried she.
An Indiana man lost fifteen steers by
lightning the other day. What this
country needs is a new breed of cattle
born with lightning rods instead of
horns.
Human nature reveals itself in the
smallest concerns of life. A lad was
watching a man heat a carpet, and said:
“ That man’s boy must have good times.
Why, that man couldn’t lick the stuffing
out of a ten-cent doll.”
A little girl once took a letter from
her mother to an old lady friend
“Many thanks, my child,” she said,
“ you may tell your mother that you are
a faithful little messenger.” “ Thank
you, ma’am ; and I shall tell her, too,
that I didn’t ask you for ten cents, be¬
cause mamma told me not to.”
IN EXPLANATION.
Her lips were so near
That—what else could I do ?
Vou’ll be angry, I tear,
But her lips were so near—
Well, Icau’t make it clear,
Or explain it to you,
But—her lips were so near
That—what else could I do V
— Waller Learned, in Scribner.
How Sam Solon Fired a Gun.
Colonel Solon’s boy Ram traded off
his yellow dog last week to Jim Jen’ss
for the latter’s old army musket. Sam
had never fired a gun, hut ho had a
notion how it should bo done. His
father had half a pound of powder in
the house, which Sam poured down the
muzzle, then jammed down a whole
newspaper, and filled tho remaining
space with chunks of lead which he cut
off from the lead pipe in the kitchen
with the butcher knife. The cap was
put in place, and armed with this czar
destroyer the boy went forth in search
of adventures. Upon the roof of an ad¬
joining house were a flock of doves,
and Sam rested his gun over the fence,
pointed the muzzle in their direction,
and saying to himself, “They won’t
know what hit ’em,” shut both eyes
and pulled tho trigger.
For about half a minute that neigh¬
borhood was so filled with feathers,
noise, chunks of dove’s meat, pieces of
wood, boys’ yells and women’s shrieks
that the people on the south side
thought there had been a collision on
the circus train, and the elephant was
taking out an old grudge on the lions.
Sam laid flat on his back, with the gun
a rod behind him and still shivering
from the concussion. Half of Sana’s
face was black and blue, and he didn’t
dare to get up until he was sure the
gun had got all shot off, and even then
he wasn’t certain that more than half
the load had gone out. And those
doves! Why, two dozen had been
paralyzed, and the top of that house
looked as if a shell had hurst in. the
attic and blowed a feather bed with a
servant girl up through the roof. There
wasn’t enough left of the doves to dis¬
tinguish a fan-tail from a fyujl terrier,
and people in the neighborhood are
preparing to move away unless Sam is
sent into the country.— Oil Oily Derrick