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VOL. II.
JOBS C. M SYCKEL k CO.,
Wholesale and Retail Dealers in
CROCKERY,
GLASSWARE,
House Furnishing Goods
Tin-Plate,
Stoves,
Hardware,
&c. s <feo.
MANOrAOrtTBEXS 0»
TINWARE.
Mo. 116 Third Strest,
MACON.-G A.
CAR HART & CURD,
DKAuKU 3 15
Hardware, Iron & Steel,
WOO DEN WARE,
Carriage r%1aterial,
Cotton Cine,
Circular Saws,
SCALES,
PAINTS, OILS, &c.
rviaoon. On
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DAV 4 NI & WOOD.
114 X3«y atroot.
Savann.au, Georgia
Special attention given to sale oi
GOTTOV.filCB & NATAL STORES
AGENT* rou
DRAKE'S COTTON TIES
Cash advances made on consignments.
W. B. MELL & CO.,
Wholesale and retail dealers in
SADDLES, EBiLES, HARNESS,
.Rubber and Leather
BELTING AND PACKING,
French and American Calf Skins, Side, Har¬
ness, Bridle and Patent Leather,
WHIPS and SADDLERY WARE,
TRUNKS, VALISES,
Market Sqnare, Savannah, Ga
Orders by mail Dtomotly attended to.
A. J. BRADDY & SO N
Wbightsville, Ga
BLACKSMITH SHOP.
A specialty of Plantation Work. Wagons,
Buggies, etc., made and repaired.
Plows and Plow-Stock3 of all kinds, and
every kind of Wood and iron Work done by
A. .T. BRADDY & SON,
Wrigbtsvilie, Ga.
SID. A. PUGHSLEY, Jr,
AGENT AND SALESMAN,
—WITH—
I. L. PALE & CO •»
CLOTHIERS,
425 and 427 Broome St., New York,
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Cor. Congress and Whittaker Street 1 ,
SAVANNAH, OA,
WRIGHTSVILLE, GA., SATURDAY, AUGUST 6, 1881.
Caldwell at Springfield.
Here’s the spot. Look around you. Above on
the height
Lay the Hessians encamped. By the church
on the right
Stood the gaunt Jersey farmers. And hero ran
a wall—
You may dig anywhere and you will turn up a
hall.
Nothing more. Glasses spring, waters run,
flowers blow
Pretty much as they did ninety-threo years ago.
Nothing more did I say? Stay one moment;
you’ve hoard
Of Caldwell, the parson, who once preached the
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word
Down at Springfield 1 What ? No ? Como,
that’s bad. Why ho had
All the Jersey’s aflame. And they gave him
the name
Of tho “rebel high priest.” He stuck in their
gorge,
For lie loved tko Lord God—and he liatod King
George!
lie had cause, you might say, when the Hes¬
sians that day
Marched up w ith Kuyphauaeu, they stopped on
their way
At tho “Farms,” where his wife, with a child in
her arms,
Sat alone in the house. How it happened none
knew
But God—and one of tho hireling crew.
Who fired the shot! Enough ! Thore she lay.
\nq Caldwell, the chaplain, her husband away!
Did he preach—did he pray? Think of him,
as you stand
By tho old church to-day; think of him and
that band'
Of militant plow-boys I See the smoke and tho
lioat
Of the reckless advance—of that struggling re¬
treat !
Keep tho ghost of that wife, foully slain, in
your view—
And what could you—what should you, what
would you do ?
Why, just what ho did ! They wore loft in the
lurch.
For want of more wadding. He ran to tin
church,
Broke tho door, stripped the pews, aud dashed
out iu the road
With his arms full of liymn-hooks, and threw
down his load
It their foot! Then above all the shouting and
shots,
Bang liis voice; “Put Watts into’em, boys;
givo ’em Watts.”
riel they did. That is ail. Grasses spring,
floWers bio'w, - -
Pretty much as they did ninety-three years ago;
rou may dig anywhere and you’ll turn up a
ball,
But not always a lioro like (liis—and that’s all.
~Brel Uarle.
THE DIAMOND NECKLACE.
“He's a very agreeable, peaeeable
behaved young gentleman,” said Mrs.
Peepandpry, rubbing her hands with
the motion peculiar to stout, middle
aged boarding-house keejmrs. “ Not a
bit particular as to what he oats, and as
regular with his week’s board as the
Wednesday afternoon comes around.”
“ But who is he?” said Mr. Majilton,
who, having no special business of Ins¬
ert n, was so good as to identify himself
with that of his neighbors, and formed,
in his sole individuality, the star
chamber and the judge, jury and execu¬
tioner of the vicinity, speaking from a
social standpoint. “ That is the ques¬
tion, ma’am—who is he? Regular pay¬
ments and agreeable manners are a
good deal, I’m willing to allow; but
what are his . conventional indorse¬
ments ?”
Mrs. Peepandpry looked puzzled.
“ I am told,” resumed Mr. Majilton,
“ Mr. Eugene Aram had the polished
mien of a gentleman.”
“Sir?” said Mrs. Peepandpry.
“ And the Nihilists themselves prob¬
ably have their social code.”
“ I’m not acquainted with the family
of whom you speak, sir!” said Mrs.
Peepandpry. “I’ve had a many boarder
in my time, but never anybody by that
name.”
Mr. Majilton rubbed his nose in some
irritation.
“ Never mind,” said he — “never
mind. Details aro of no importance.
It’s the general principle that we must
look to.”
“ Certainly, sir,” said Mrs. Peepand¬
pry, more bewildered than ever.
“And yon tell me you haven’t any
idea of Mr. Guymard’s profession ?”
Mrs. Peepandpry shook her head.
“ What references did he bring?” pur
sr.ed the querist.
“ Well, sir, now you remind me of it,”
said the honest woman, “he didn’t men¬
tion no especial references. He merely
said he should probably want the rooms
all summer, and would pay in advance,
and he gave me a month’s rent, in gold,
on the spot.”
“This looks very bad,” said Mr. Ma¬
jilton—“ very bad, indeed! For all you
know, Mrs. Peepandpry, you may be
harboring a political spy, a forger, a
counterfeiter; even,” lowering his voice
to a tragical undertone, “a mur-r-derer,”
“ Good gracious, Mr. Majilton ! don’t
talk in that blood-curdling way!” said
Mrs. Peepandpry, wringing her hands.
“ And him so little trouble and so regu¬
lar with his pay 1”
“Ah, the selfishness of this world—
the selfishness of this world!” sighed
Mr. Majilton, casting his gooseberry
colored eyes upward. “You seem to
forget,. Mrs. Peepandpry, that you owe
something to your neighbors and the
world in general, as well as to yourself.”
Mrs. Peepandpry got out her pocket
handkerchief, and shed a few tears be¬
hind its folds. How could she toil
this high-minded philanthropist that
the neighbors and the world in general
had never helped her to gain her hard
earned livelihood? What wore her
poor little private interests to the grand
and colossal view of society taken by
Mr. Majilton, who had a snug little in¬
come of his own, and needed not to
track out the course of every penny with
microscopic eagerness ?
“ What do yon suppose General Ger¬
ard would say to this culpable careless¬
ness of yours ?” he resumed ; “ or Mrs.
Dalrymple, whose fair, lovely daughters
reprosent the beauty and talent of the
neighborhood?”
“I’m sure I’m very sorry,” sniff' d
tho poor boarding-house keeper,
“ but— ”
“Horry!” echoed Mr. Majilton.
“But of what avail will be your sor¬
row, when once you have introduced a
serpent into these Eden bowers ? No,
Mrs. Peepandpry, I have no desire, bo
liovS me, to wound your feelings—I
merely desire’you to be a little more
cautious in your dealings with the world
in general. Here’s this groat diamond
robbery at Palace Heights—Miss I)u
ponceau’s ancestral jewels gone like a
vision. How do wo know that your
model hoarder may not be tho head and
front of the adept gang who perpetrated
this outrage ? Good heavens, madam !
I’ve locked up my collection of postage
stamps and rare coins every evening
since I heard of the diamond robbery
at Palace Heights.”
“Oh, sir, I’m quite certain,” stain
rnered Mrs. Peepandpry, “that Mr.
Guymard isn’t one of the kind to—”
“ And I read only last evening in the
paper,” inexorably pursued Mr. Majil¬
ton, “of a gigantic plot to fire all the
coal mines of Pennsylvania, and sot
the Canada woods in a blaze. Am I by
any moans sure that this mysterious
stranger whom you have so injudiciously
admitted into our midst is not the
diabolical wretch whose fiendish in¬
genuity is responsible for all this
crime ?”
“ Dear, dear!” said Mrs. Peepandpry.
“ Suppose I see him ?” said Mr. Majil¬
ton, authoritatively. “ I can easily in¬
troduce myself, and—”
“ But you can’t, sir,” cried the poor
landlady; “for he’s just took the ex¬
press to New York, to bo gone ali day,
and I’ve got tho wliitewaslier and the
carpet-beater here; and Bridget, with a
pale of hot water and scouring soap—”
“ Oh,” said Mrs. Majilton, “ it’s very
unfortunate—very!’’
“ Perhaps you'd like to look at his
room, sir ?” suggested Mrs. Peepandpry.
“ Well, it wouldn’t do any harm for
mo just to glance around a little,” said
Mr. Majilton.
And with a majestic stride he fol¬
lowed Mrs. Peepandpry into the apart¬
ment of the city boarder.
The wliitewaslier, with his ebon
countenance beaming beneath a paper
cap, was mixing a miniature maelstrom
of white foam in his pail. Bridget,
mounted upon a stepladder, was dust¬
ing the books, which were ranged, not
without artistic elegance and taste, on
Home-constructed shelves. At the sight
of the , house-cleaning , , . phalanx , , every
domestic impulse was roused in Mrs.
eepam pry s na ure.
“Bridget,” she cried, shrilly, “have
you commenced on those books
cleaning this closet ? ”
“Pleaso, ’m,” retorted Bridget, “ the
closet was cram-jam full of things, as I
didn’t ventur’ to take the liberty to
move.”
“It’s only dressing-gowns, and fenc¬
ing-gloves, and such like,” said Mrs.
Peepandpry.
“ Please, ’m, there’s a false-face there,”
argued Bridget, “and ten boxes, as I
didn’t know but they might be full of
spirits of niter and glycerine.”
“Nonsense!” said Mrs. Peepandpry,
herself plunging into the depths of the
closet, while Mr. Majilton peered cau¬
tiously over her shoulder. “ Spirits of
niter and glycerine, indeed! I never
heard such folly in my life! ”
“A mask, eh?” said Mr. Majilton,
“ It looks bad—very bad! And a black
serge cloak with a hood! Indeed !
And where’s the dark-lantern and the
false keys ?
“There ain’t any, sir,” said Mrs.
Peepandpry.
“ There must be! ” said Mr. Majilton.
“Don’t tell me! In this world one
thing invariably leads to another, and—
Eh? What is that?”
It was a little, flat Japanese box,
which had fallen from the folds of the
suspicious serge cloak.
“Dear, dear!” said Mrs. Peepand¬
pry, “how could I be so careless?
There, the hasp is broken ! ”
“It is providential, ma’am—quite
providential!” uttered Mr. Majilton, as
he solemnly opened the box.
And out dropped a string of sparkling
stones!
“ Lord-a-massy!” said Cicsar, the
wliitewaslier.
“The saints betuno us and all harm !”
said Bridget.
“It ain’t—diamonds?” cried Mrs.
Peepandpry.
“Didn’t I toll you so!” said Mr.
Majilton. “Let this respectable col¬
ored person bo sent to Palace Heights
at once. Tell Bridget, here, to make
all the haste she can to the nearest con¬
stabulary force. As for you, Airs. Peep¬
andpry, I will trouble you to write a
description of this cold-blooded ruffian.
While you are thus engaged I will
scribble oft’ a telegram to tho Grand
Central depot, iu New York, that he
may be arrested tho very instant that
he steps off tho train. This is really—
ahem 1—what one may call a direct in¬
terposition of Providence I”
“Oh, dear! oh, dear!” cried Mrs.
Peepandpry, wringing her hands, “has
it como to this ? And Mr. Guymard so
civil-spoken and gentlemanly, and all!”
“Pray remember, my good woman,”
adjured Mr. Majilton, “ that time is of
the first importance. Get a pencil and
paper immediately. George,” to the
carpet-beating youth, who was standing
by, all eyes and ears, “run with this
telegraph to tho office, and lot it be
charged to my account. Aud in the
meantime, Mrs. Peepandpry, let us have
a circumstantial and minute description
of this wolf in sheop’s clothing who has
thus entered our fold.”
But Mrs. Peepandpry’s few little wits
were entirely frightened out of her,
and she could not, at a moment’s notice,
remember tho items of Mr. Guymard’s
personal appearance; and the more im¬
patient Mr. Majilton waxed the more
bowildered she became; so that the car¬
riage from Palace Heights, andthehox
wagon from tho police court were both
at the door before she Lad decided
whether Mr. Guymard’s eyes were dark
gray or light blue, his nose aquiline or
Romanesque.
Miss Duponceau, from the Heigh!s,
looked around her in amazement. The
constable eyed poor Mrs. Peepandpry
as if he meant to arrest her at once.
Mr. Majilton began, in four-syllabled
words, to explain tho situation to the
gentry from Palace Heights, whose ac¬
quaintance he had long yearned for an
opportunity of making; and presently
the complication of aflairs was rendered
more hopeless still by the unexpected
appearance upon the scene of—Mr.
Guymard himself.
“ Don’t bo alarmed, Mrs. Peepand¬
pry,” said be, cheerfully; “ but I dis¬
covered at Chatham Junction that I had
left some important papers behind, and
— But, pray, what is the meaning of
all this?”
And he looked around him in extreme
amazement at the little crowd, the dis¬
organized closets, the japanned box on
the table, with its sparkling contents.
“Villain,” cried Mr, Majilton, “your
machinations are discovered at last! Con
L ; stable, arrest that man! Miss Dnpon
eaU) let me bo the fortunate instrument
, o{ retuming to you Jom diamo ndneck.
l ac e, which yonder abandoned scoundrel
j jj ag _»
“ But he isn’t an abandoned scoun¬
drel,” said Miss Duponceau; “ he’s my
Cousin Charles. And these things
aren’t diamonds at all, but miserable
glass stones, not worth a farthing!”
“Eh?” cried Mr. Majilton, his lower
jaw dropping, in dismay.
Mr. Guymard looked keenly around.
“ It seems to me, Mrs. Peepandpry,”
said he, “ that there has been a great
deal of very unnecessary meddling
here.”
“ But what does this disguise mean ?’
questioned Mr. Majilton, faintly.
“It is my masquerade dress," said
Guymard, carelessly, “for Miss Dupon
ceau’s ball; and the necklace of cheap
stage jewelry was intended to accompany
it.”
Who are you?" demanded Majilton.
j “ In the interests of the village, I have
J a right to ask this question.”
“A right which I don’t in the least
recognize,” coolly returned Guymard.
“ But there is no reason why I should
decline to state that my name is Charley
Guymard, that I am a lawyer, and that
I am lodging with this good woman be¬
cause I want quiet and privacy wliile I
am engaged in studying up the details
of am important will case. If you want
any other particulars I can only refer
you to’my cousin, Miss Duponcean, who
was quite aware of my residence here,
as well as cognizant of its reasons.”
Miss Duponceau burst into a clear,
musical laugh,
“The idea of taking my Cousin
Charles for a burglar !” she cried out.
“Really, there is no end t.o the absurd¬
ity of these good people. But, now
that the carriage is here, Charles, I
shall insist upon taking you back to the
Heights with me. Mrs. Peepandpry is
very kind, I am sure ; but, after what
lias happened, this place can hardly bo
a home for you any longer.”
So. Mrs. Peepandpry lost her boarder;
the constable slunk away, trying to
hide his handcuffs under his coat-tails
as ho went; Mr. Majilton departed,
looking like a barn-door chanticleer
who has been out in the rain ; and the
Palace Heights peoplo considered the
whole matter as an excellent joke.
But the detectivo policeman who
waited at the Grand Central depot for
the down train, and didn’t find his pris¬
oner after all, did not participate in
that opinion. And neither did Mr.
Majilton, when the bills came in for his
little piece of officiousness.
It is more than probable that he will
mind his own business in the future.
FREAKS OF LIGHTNING.
The Rev. J. B. Evans and his son-in
law, of Brookville, Pa., were killed
while planting corn.
In a storm at La Salle, III., one man,
thirteen head of stock and a large
amount of farm machinery were de¬
stroyed by lightning.
There were twelve horses in a barn in
Bioomington, HI., when it was struck
by lightning. A $5,000 stallion, the
only animal of value, was killed.
At Lynn, Mass., lightning entered tlie
house of Mrs. Charles Hawkes, ripped
up the carpets, upset the furniture and
set clothing in a closet on fire.
Two brothers named Bowen, plow¬
ing in a field near Clarksville, Ark.,
wore instantly killed by lightning.
Every bone iu their bodies was broken.
Mrs. Alexander and her three chil¬
dren were instantly killed at their home
at Habersham, Ga., and John Lannone,
of Calloway county, Ivy., aged twenty
years, was killed while standing beside
a crib with arms folded.
During a recent storm at Troy, N.
Y., Jacob Thersdaenof went to the tel¬
ephone to answer a call. As he was
replacing the receiver on the hook the
lightning struck his hand, mangling it
terribly and paralyzing his arm.
The first death by lightning ever re¬
corded in Nevada occurred recently in
Virginia City, the victim being a China¬
man. In the same storm a bolt chipped
out fifty tons of rock from a cliff and
sent it down the mountain into the
valley.
Robert Burns, living near Now Hamp¬
ton, Iowa, while planting corn, was
struck by lightning and instantly killed.
John Pry, while herding cattle near
Williamsport, Pa., had just reached a
tree for shelter when a lightning flash
struck him dead.
While Prank Patterson, a bachelor
residing on Big Creek, Kansas, was
cooking his breakfast his clothes were
peeled from him in an instant and he
was hurled naked upon the tloor. The
same bolt passed out of his heels
through the floor and killed fivo chick¬
ens. Patterson recovered.
When lightning struck the residence
of Dr. M. F. Baldwin, of Geneseeville,
Mich., every window in the house was
shattered. The bolt entered the chim¬
ney, followed the stovepipes and rained
every stove in the house. The doctor
had a two-year-old child in his arms.
The fluid struck him on the shoulder,
passed down between him and the
child, scorched his entire side and wont
n to his boot and tore it into pieces.
As it left his foot a cloud of smoke
burst from it.
According to the London World the
esthetic people who have furnished
London with such food for jest and
laughter by their queer costumes, their
affectation, their long hair and their
general tomfoolery are known as the
“Dadocracy ."
The liair-dresser hopes his heirs will
never bo able to say, “He dyed poor.”
NO. 12
A Sons' of the Four Seasons.
When Spring comes laughing, by vale and hill
By wind-flower walking and daffodil,
Sing stars of morning, sing morning skies,
Sing blue of speedwell and my Love’s eyes.
When comes the Summer, full-leaved and
strong,
And gay birds gossip, the orchard long ;
Sing hid, sweet honey, that no hoe sips ;
Sing red, rod roses and my Love’s lips.
When Autumn scatters the leaves again,
And piled sheaves bury the broad-wheeled
wain
Sing flutes of harvest, where men rejoice ;
Sing rounds of reapers and my Love’s voice.
But when comes Winter, with hail and storm,
And red fire roaring, and ingle warm,
Sing first sad going of friends that part;
Then sing glad meeting and my Love’s hear t
PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS.
Cure for Raid heads—Change of ’air.
Prides itself niton its rank—The
onion.
A collection of stamps—Applause in
gallery.
A sensual disposition deforms the
handsomest features.
How to make your coat last—Make
your trousers and waistcoat first.
A Irangliole is a very necessary thing
in a barrel, but, after all, it is nothing.
There wasn’t much money in “ stocks ”
when they were employed in the form
of punishment.
When a woman becomes a laundress
late iu life she may be said to have
reached the iron age.
Science is able to produce small
sparks from ice. Pshaw! who hasn’t
seen ice parks several acres in area ?
Emma’s head is bound up closely
In a napkin’s folds so tight—
Headache ? No; it hides the curlers,
She will friz her hair to-night.
It may be well to state, for the infer
mation of amateur artists, that plaster
casts of royal personages are not made
of court plaster.
An entirely new cabinet has been
formed in Italy. As not one of the
members plays the hand organ it has
the confidence of the American public.
The giraffe is a very timid animal.
His neck is so long that when his
heart comes into his mouth it takes
him half a day to get it back where it
belongs.
There is many si rich man who is
no better oil than his impecunious
brother. The latter has no food for
his stomach, and the former no stomach
forjhis^food.
You’d naturally think u girl would
like to havo it known that her com¬
plexion is lovely, but somehow the gni
who is blessed with a fair skin tries to
keep it shady.
“Marie ! what’s that strange noise at
the gate?” “Cats, sir.” “Cats! Well
when I was young cats didn’t wear stove¬
pipe hats and smoke cigars.” “Times
are changed, sir.”
A Cincinnati man has been arrested
for biting a piece out of his wife’s arm.
Ho a man who loves liis wife well enough
to cat her is to have no credit for it.—
Philadelphia Chronicle.
“ Mother,” said a fair-haired urchin,
“I don’t want to go to,Sunday-school. I
want to go fisliin’.” But the fish won’t
bite on Sunday.” “Well,” responded
the probable future president, “i’ll
risk it, enyway; maybe there’s some at’s
like me.”
SCIENTIFIC SCRAPS.
Between (100 and 700 different form
have been distinguished in snow crys¬
tals.
Pure water may be obtained from that
which is impure, or from brine, by dis¬
tillation.
Articles of food which would soon de¬
cay if exposed to the air may be long
preserved in a vacuum.
In Switzerland the temperature of the
bottom of deep, snow-fed lakes remains
uniform during the year.
Respiration is slow combustion, in
which carbon and other ingredients of
the blood combine with oxygen.
To produce a change in the pitch of
notes we have only to make a difference
of 1-1200 of an inch in the vocal chords.
A composition of two metals may be
more tenacious than either of them sep¬
arately. Brass made of zinc and copper
has more tenacity than either.
Why will not grass grow under our
trees ? M. Paul Bert has shown that
green light hinders the development of
plants. Plants inclosed in a green glass
frame wither and die as though they
were in darkness. M. llegnard finds
that plants specially require the red
rays. If sunlight is deprived of the red
rays the plants soon cease to. thrive.