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Wr ♦ a_ n ^W'PiJ v ___ I i V! *r% 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 ft. J DA VINT. j s w on. jit 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, J 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 r ' 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.