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TOL. t DUBLIN, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 2, 1878, NO. 16. “PULL HIMDOWXV’ BY HORACE B. DURANT. This phrase explains itself so well, That all know what we mean; So we shall only briefly dwell On cases daily seen Throughout the country, far and wide, In city and in town; • When by the rabble crowd ’tis cried, Of some one—"Pull him down!” Within the field of politics, This is a common cry, Well known as some low, party trick— And so goes harmless by; For worth and talent sure will win, At last, the victor’s crown; And laugh to scoru the Kile din That wrangles—“Pull him down!” In other spheres of life we see The same attempt is made; Aud struggling genius still must be With all-its tortures paid; Yet real worth is never known Until it meets the frown, And hears detraction’s zealous tone Growl forth to—"Pull him down!” The lawyer makes his maiden speech In some poor client’s cause; And ruus the gauntlet, then, of each One wise in “secs and saws;” lie must receive full many a stroke, Ere he may wear his gown; Each prattler in the law will croak, And try to "Pull him down!” The author toils from year to 3'car, Neglected and unknown; Alternate tossed with hope and fear, Till strong his soul hath grown; Yet when the world would link kisuamc With honor and renown, Envenomed hate would blot his fame, And clamor—"Pull him down!” With honest heart the toiler goes Forth to his weary round; Each day from morn until its close. You hear his busy sound; Yet vulgar pride beholds, with scorn, llis face begrimmed aud brown; . And sloth, uot half so nobly born, Still strives to "Pull him dowur HAD DELPHINE A HEART? By Lillian Louise Gilbert. Chapter L. "And Delphi mi?” "Will not feel it,” "Why?” "Because she has no heart.” "Why do you think that? Because you arc skeptical of all our sox?” “No; but because Delphine is a Fretielr woman.” "But Frenchwomen have hearts!” "Sometimes; believe mo, she lias none. She once udmitted the fact to me, though in different terms.” "Well, I hope yon are right, Har old; but I am glad it’s not my lover who has deserted me for another wo man. I think it would kill me.” "You don’t know yourself, Marga ret. Bnt shall we go back? I hear the‘Sophia,’and you are promised to me for it. By-the-by, did you over hear the romantic story of that waltz? No? Then let me tell you. As you know, it was composed by the elder Stranss, and for the court festivities on the occasion of the mar riage of the Princess Sophia. The ovening after the wedding a grand ball was given, at which all the dis tinguished guests were present; and the music was furnished by Strauss’ world-famous orchestra. "The romance is this: Strauss himself was in love with the princess, but, of course, their positions sepa rated them ns far as seas could di vide; so lie stood grimly, and watch ed her dance with her new-made husband until the waltz began. Couple after couple whirled past him; but he saw only the bride as she swept round and round on her husband’s arm. Faster and faster grew the notes, and madder and madder the dancers; still the great leader saw only that one couple. Worn-out, pair after pair dropped in to their seats, till only the imperial couple wero left. Then the music grow slower and slower, and m soft, pas sionate cadences, like the hidden ag ony of a broken-heart, almost died away; theu swelled on the air; and i still the composer never moved, nev er lifted his eye from the royal pair, who whirled on and on as if entran ced. The lady’s cheek grew marble, her head dropped on her partner’s shoulder. On, on they swept, for ced by a subtile but irresistible influ once; and still the music fell and rose, and rose and fell; and still that one eye watched. The guests gazed spell-bound. On and on the dancers moved, till suddenly the vibrating tones ceased. Tho bride droppod from her husband’s arms. A shiver ran through tho crowd. " ‘Seo the princess thore!* "Her husband stooped and lifted her up. She knew him not—she was dead.” "Your story is very strange; aw ful, indeed, if it be true. Do you suppose it really happened?” "No; but isn’t it a fino romance to attach to a piece of music? That waltz has always had a double atrac- tion for me since I hoard of it. Shall we go in?” <‘In a moment, Harold. I can’t get tho thought of Delphine out of my mind. Somebody must tell her.” "Yes; and you are the ono to do it.” "I cannot, indeed I cannot, Harold. . I could not doal such a blow; and hero too! Lot mo wait till all is over. Hark! Hear tho sea roar. If Delphine were I, she would drown herself this very night.” "Not being you, she will be exact ly the same Delphine we have always known.” Tho light shone brilliantly as ever; the flowers smelt as sweet; the throng of dancers was as gay; tho music sparkled, and rolled, and thrilled through the air as before. But to Margaret Worth it was all changed. She could only see ono of the crowd that swept past her. Delphine La Roche was waltzing; not like .the mad company about her, but slowly sailing down the cen ter, easy, careless, apparently, of all. Many stared:- with curiosity to learn, if they could, how she bore the desertion of her lover. Some looked the tenderness and sympathy they dared not express. No one knew she had heard it yet. Still she sail ed on, and on, and still they wonder ed, and pitied, and wondered again. At last, as they reached the door, she stopped, bowed good-night to her partner, and stepped lightly up stairs. Margaret seized the opportunity, and as Delphine closed her door, tap pod. The door swung back, and Delphine said, "Well?” "Delphine,” began Margaret, ten derly. "You have come to toll me of Laurence Garthwaite. I know it from his own hand. There is the letter; road it, if you like,” and she held it out. No emotion, neither sadness, nor outraged love spoke in those tones. So Margaret, with an unreturned pressure of tho hand, went down stairs; but she heard a voice say, "I shall not need you to-night, Janet.” Then a lock clicked, and Dclphinc’s maid passed Margaret on tho way. Alone, the poor girl flnng liorself on tho bed, and with one gasping sob buried her head in tho pillow. “Oh, Laurence, Laurence!” she cried. "I did love you, indeed, indeed I did! But I thought my power over yon irresistible. You warned me not to try you too much, and I did not heed you. Oh, my darlirg! are you lost to me forever? Shall I never see yon, never again be to you what I have been? I believ ed when you walked, and talked, ttnd laughed, and danced, with that bad woman, who stole you from me, that yon were trying to pique mo in to tenderness, and I resolved to bo colder. Had I only known—had I only known!” Deeper into the pillow her head sunk, aud the wild sobs ended in moans. Soon the fierce pride came hack. With blazing eyes and heaving bo som she cried, "Bnt you, Society, for whom I have sacrificed my heart’s life, you shall never know my sor row! You taught mo that men were the rightful slaves of women; that they only wanted a word or look make them happy. Falso teacher, you have broken the heart that be Moved you!” The softer mood returned, and she sobbod again, "Laurence my darling! come hack to me; savo mo from myself! I’shall dio without you! Sho doesn’t love you! She can’t love you as I do! If you would only come hack, I would bo so gen tlo, dearest, and tender, you would love me as you nevor did before. Aud it is too Into—too late!” - Worn-out, sho lay for hours sleep ing that dreamless, death-like sleep of utter exhaustion. Casual observers noticed no change in her breakfast; but Margaret saw that the dark lines under tho oyos wero a shado darker, and that tho palo face had grown ashon. That was not iudicativo of a Heart-break, cortainly, hut at least, of a restless night. ’Twos nil oven Margaret: could see; and Harold, behind his napkin, wliisporod, “Sans colur Chapter 11 Delphine La Rocho was bora m Franco. Mudamo La Roche, dying in Delpliinc’s infancy, loft her to tho solo charge of her father, a man of a singularly reserved disposition, who, though fond of his daughter, know not how to draw her out, and establish that most porfoct of re lations, the relation botwcon parent and child. Under tho care of gover ness, and the superintendence of her father, the girl grew up to lie as re served, and, it seemed, colder than her parent. There was none of the exuberance of youth and health in her; apparently no enjoyment of life when she emerged from girlhood into womanhood. In his early life Monsieur La Roche had had an intimate friend, a young American,' named Garthwaite, who had been studying at tho University with him. Ami as it begun in a jest, so it continued till it grew re be an un derstanding, that if thoy^mnrricd and had children, tho eldest boy and girl should marry, provided the boy was tho elder. Tho friends parted. In time the Frenchman heard of tho marriage of tlie American, and in duo season the birth of a son. Ho himself remain ed single for a few years longer. When, he, too, was married, and a daughter was given him, he said “Now shall my friend and I be uni ted in our children.” He wrote Mr. Garthwaite of tho event, and added that as soon as lii« wife was able to travel, they would come to America to pay him a visit. Madame La Roche never recover ed, and tho journey was not taken till Delphine was fairly a woman. When her father propgsed to Dol- phinc to visit America, sho assented as coldly as she would had he asked her to take a morning walk. She knew of the tacit betrothal of herself and Laurence Garthwaite; but as he had never shown any de sire to see her, she controlled all curiosity in regard to him. -*— After a time, they landed in New York to find Mr. Garthwaite an in valid, and Laurence in close attend ance on him. "La Roche,” the elder Garthwaite had said, when they met, "I should have sent my hoy long ago to see you and your beautiful child, only I could Hot spare him. Since his mother left us I have had no nurse but him.” Tho meeting of Laurence and Delphine was, of conrsc, embarras- ing to both; but as no reference was made by any one to tho relation they bore, or would bear, it was less awk ward than sho had feared. One evening os Delphine stood alone in the twilight, watching the passers in tho street, Laurence came in, and placed himself beside her. For a while neither spoke. 11c broke the silence. "Delphine, I suppose it is for me to broach the subject of our relation. Of course, as yet it could not be a question of liking or disliking on either side; • hut still I wish to have some understanding with you. I propose this: that for the present to allow this matter to rest os it is. It gives great pleasure to those who are nearest ns; to me it is not dn irksome bond, and I trust not to you. But if at any timo cither should desire to be free, that ouo shall frankly say so, and the tie bo broken. Madem oiselle La Roche*, I offer you my hand,” and he held it toward her. Delphine, who had been painfully anxious to end the interview which she' knew must come, answered, "Laurence, I am glad that you see our positioil as it truly is, instead of making protestations it would be un • natural you should feel. I am con tent to abide by your decision. Mr. Garthwaite, I accept your hand,” and sho laid her own in it. This was Dclphinos first betrothal. Soon after Mr. Garthwaite died, and Monsieur La Roche, having no tics in Fra rice, decided to remain for u time, at least, in this country. So ho took a houso, OBtahlishcd Delphine as mistress of it, and set tled down to his old ways. Sho went into society, and at once 'attracted at tention. Sho was a hollo par excel lence; not tho kind of hollo who dan ces and flirts with overy man she meets, but tho one whoso individual ity makes her culturally tho center of tho circle in which sho moves. So timo went on, and Laurence was Dolphino’s constant companion. Oneo more Delphine stood alone in tho twilight, and once more Laur- crcc came and stand beside her. This time he said to her, "Delphine have offered you my hand, I now offer you my heart.” Laying his hand on her head, he turned it so the full light from tho street-lamp fell upon her face; and. ho saw it flush, then pifle, ns she answered. ‘And Laurence, again I accept your offer.” This was Dolphino’s second be trothal. For a few days they were happy, for she allowed nature to triumph over conventionality. Then she thought, woman-like, to try her powfcr; a dangerous experiment, al most inevitably ending in misery to her who yields to tho temptation. Delphine became cold; would offer her lover only her hand when he came to her, rarely her check—nevor her lips. At first Laurence thought this a whim, and took no notico of it; but when tho coldness lasted for weeks, unable longer to keep silent, he said: "Dolphino, why do you treat me so? Do you not love me? Wus it all a wretched mistake, and have you wakened to tho knowledge? If so, in heavens name, toll mo! Don’t try to bind me by a tie that does not exist.” "Laurence, my feelings toward you aro unchanged; but, remombor, you must not exact too much from mo.” "Delphino, I am willing to make concessions to you, more, perhaps, than I ought; but there is a limit be yond wliich I cannot, and will not go. Remember, my child, and do not press mo too hard.” Ho believed that sho loved him, and that after awhile sho would ac cept his will. Sho did love him; but it was plcus- ant to try how far sho could go and still hold him—and she would not yield. Soon they wont to Long Branch; but there Delphi no’s mood did not chance. Among tho people at the hotel was a woman whoso life seemed made up of flirtations. Fashionably reared, rather intelligent, ail that ex istence meant to her was the excite ment of society. Delphine’s disregard of Ada Lane made Ada her enemy; uni she de termined to win young Garthwaite, in order to triumph over her rival. At first Laurence thought to pique Delphine into sonic display of her •'oelings by apparent devotion to Ada, So he laughed, and talked, and rodo with her, until ho began to think there was danger in it. Still Del phino was immovable. Ho tried to believo sho did Hot care; then to jus tify himself through her coldness. At last ho drifted on, little thinking, little caring whither. Delphino preserved her outward calmness, though her heart uclied. But she could not stoop, sho told herself, to call him back. lie must come himsolf, or not at all. Ono afternoon as Laurence and Ada wore strolling on the bluff she suddenly asked. "Do you go to the hop to-night?” "I suppose so.” “ You go because you nro tied to a woman’s apron-string.” "I am not awaro of being tied to any woman’s apron-string.” "Oh! what could have givon rise to all the reports on the subjoot?” "What reports? I know of none that concern mo at all.” "Why, what everybody is talking about. It is currently stated that the proud Lawrence Garthwaite is so very much in love with a certain lady that ho permits himsolf to he snubbed by her in public as well ns private, ami scarcely dares to call his numo his own. They even call you tho patient martyr. Isn’t it pleasant to have such stories circulating about one?” "Who says all this?” “Every ono. It’s tho tulle all over our sot.” "Is it, indeed? Our set must ho mutlo up of simpletons. Tho idea of my delicacy so outrageously mis understood! ‘Tho patient martyr!’ I like that. I shall disprovo the ab surd things said of mo. As I fool how, all my affection is gono. I’d .marry any one rather than her.” "Would you marry me?” “If you wished mo to.” "I do, clearest. I have always loved you. Tako me!” and sho hold her arms toward him. IIo looked at her, drew her hand within his own, arid said, "It shall bo so.” In an hour they wero gono. Tho rest is told. (concluded next week.) • The Execution of Sir Walter Raleigh. The morning being cold, tho sher iff wished him to warm himsolf at tho fire. "No, good Mr. Sheriff,” ho said, "lot us dispatch, for within this quarter ol‘ an hour my agno will como npon’mo, and if I bo not dead before that mine enemies will say I quake for fear.” After having pray ed, ho rose up saying, "Now I am going to God!” Ho felt the edgo of tho axe, observing to Die sheriff, "Tin a sharp medicine, but a sound cure for all diseases.” Ho then laid, his head upon tho block, and was told to place himself so that his face should look to.tho cast; he answered, "It matters not how the head lay, provided tho heart was right. The oxccutioner hesitated to striko, when Raleigh cried out, "What dost thou fear? striko, man!” his head was severed in two blows. IJorn 1552, died 1018. Schccr’s Firc-erackcrs. Mr. John School* is a bald-headed Dutchman who is too careful of his pennies to spend them for fireworks, which lie considers "all tain foolish ness.” Consequently his son Jacob, a likely boy of seven, had to find some other way of expressing his patriotism on tho Fourth of .July. On tho evo of last Independence day, however, old John astonished his wife by bringing home a full box of fire-crackers. "Ah,” said ho to his frau, as ho held up the box; "Ah, Katrine, I isli got. yoost, del* ting for Yoekup- somc- dings vot vill tiolclo dot lectio Deutcli- or to poiccs. Dese fire-cracks vill go off so quick und scare der cat und dog all over mit der house.” Early on tho following morning Jacob was busy sotting off his fire crackers, and enjoyed himself with great spirit. Nothing serious occur red, however, until his father, as usual, lay down to tako a snooze after dinner. Then Jacob, by his mother’s order, set fire to his only remaining fire-cracker, and placing it close to the bald Bpot on his father’s head, anxiously awaited the result. In a moment, with a start ling fizz-hum, tho work of a terrible catastrophe had begun. About two- thirds of the charge of powder flash ed against tho buld pate of the unconscious sleeper, while a fragmont of tho burning firo-crackor Chanced to drop into the mouth of a powder- flask; which hung noar tho bed. In an instant, a terrible explosion oc curred, blowing tiro flask to poices, and setting on flro tho few remain ing hairs dn tho bond of the unlucky Dutchman. With a Scream like that of a pan ther, ho hounded out of hod. His oyos gazed amazcdly about tho room, and no yelled “murder 1” at tho top of his voice. The silonco which fol lowed tho noise of tho oxplosion calmed his fcavs. Then ho took in the situation at a glnneo, and gave vent to his fooling in theso words: "Mino vifo, \oro isli dot leedle Yoekup, dot isli plowed mino bed out, und purned dor rest of mino pruins off mit his tain foolishness? Vore* ish ho? I dells you lie isli botthor gono und hide miself pooty quick, or like unodor shakass I vill kick him until I jnako do bohint of his pants so soro as ho can no more sit down mit a chair. Ho is von tam loodlo crazy fool, und you shust vuib until I ketch dot son of a shackassj” m, Had Really Arrived. Two Germans mot in San Francis co recently. After affectionate greot- g tho following dialogue ensued; "Fen you sav you lief arrived?” "Yesterday.” "You came dat Horn around?” "No.” "Oh! I see! You came dot Isth mus across.” "No.” "Oh! Den you .come dot hwd over?” "No,” Den you bof not arrived,” "Oli, yes! 1 it of arrived. I com# dot Mexico through.” Tho Heart.—Tho Work It Does.- Our Blood. The -heart—the reservoir of tho blood and tho great central organ of tho circulation—is a hollow, muscu lar organ, in tho form of an irregular cono. It is enclosed in a membra nous bag, but loosely, so as to allow freo motion. Though forming ono muscle, there are two distinct hearts, each side being divided from tho other by a Wall. It contains four cavities, each of wliich holds betweon from two to three ounces of blood; tho whole quantity of blood in an adult mun varies from twonty-fivo to twenty pounds. The heart contracts 4,000 times in an hour; there conse quently pass through the heart cverv hour TOO pounds of blood. In other words, every drop of blood in tho system pusses through the heart twenty-eight times in one hour, or once every two minutes. Cardinal Franchi left no will. His fortune is valued at *100,000, which will bo divided between Ins brother, Signor Curzio, a notary of Rome, aud his three murried sisters. A gentleman lying on liis death bed ealled to his coachniun, who hud boon an old servant, and said: "Ah! Tom, I am going a long arid rugged journey, worse than ever you drove mo.” Oh, dear sir,” replied tho fol low*, (ho having been an indifferent master) "never lot that discourage you, for it’s all down hill,” Tho proprietor of a bone-mill ad vertises that those sending their own bones to bo ground will bo attended to with punctuality. Resolutions of condolonco, con cerning a deceased member, were recently passed by a Williamsburg society. The closing paragraph read as follows: "Resolved, that a copy of these resolutions ho engrossed and forwarded to tho deceased.” In Hope’s remarkable story of A nniasivs there is tho record of a Mussulman who whon fortunate had bnt a single oxclamation: "God is great!” Whon his good luck turned ho still faltered not and exclaimed^ "God is great!” Whon reduced to tho the necessity of demanding alms in the streets of Constantinople, hulf- naked, abandoned by friends of sun nier times, sick and leprous, lie did not curse his fato or fling blasphemy in tho face of heaven, bnt still ejacu lated: "God is great!” An oxcliango wants to know whether insects can talk. Can’t sav as to that, but you can hot your last shekel some of them cun occasional ly inspire tho very liveliest kind of conversation in others.