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VOL. t. ,3.X<3IH .J i w'loirt <ix i MuTKia DUBLIN, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 20, 1878. ho 23 NEVER SAY FAIL. Keep pushing ; ’tis wiser Thau sitting aside, And breaming, and sighing, And waiting the tide. In life’s sorest battle They only prevail Who daily march onward And never sny fail! With an eye ever open, A tongue that’s not dumb, And a heart that will never To sorrow succumb— You’ll battle and conquer, Though thousands assail ; How strong and how mighty Who never say fail! The spirit of angels Is active, I know, As higher and higher In glory they go. Rethinks on bright pinions From heaven they sail, To cheer and encourage Who never say fail! In life's rosy morning, In manhoods firm pride, Let this be the motto Your footsteps to guide ; In storm and in sunshine, Whatever assail, We’ll onward and conquer, And never say fall! THIS MAUI IN GUAY. By Oupt. Clias. Howard “As I live, he is riding here again, Myrtle.” A fair young girl rose from the gorgeous sofa, and with half-closed book, approached the man who stood at. the heavily curtained windows, with a troubled expression of coun tenance. “Well, Uncle Hugh?” she said, announcing her obedience to his call. “What is it?” “Look down the road,” he said, throwing the curtains wide, with a halt*angry sweep of the hand. “Do you know that mail?” “It is Scott Weldon.” “That ia what he styles himself,” was the response. “I call him the Man in Gray.” “That appellation sounds roman tic,” the young girl said with a smile; and continued to regard the person who was riding slowly towards the house. “I wish he would never cross our threshold again !” Hugh. Brandon murmured in a tone that did not es cape his ward’s cars. “I don't like him !” am sure that I can see no cause for your antipr thy.” Brandon started. * “Did, you overhear me > Myrtle?” he said. “I could not avoid doing so. Par don me, if I have played the eaves- dropper. ” “No pardon, girl. I should have kept my thoughts to myself. But 1 want to speak with you.” Myrtle did not reply, but gave the tuan a look which told him to pro ceed. “TTnlVnian is coming to this house for a purpose,” he resumed, glancing at the object of his remarks, who had dismounted a few yards from the steps, “I do not conceal my dislike for him. We have probably met be fore,.-Myrtle, but. of this no more at present. He has met you he 1ms been with yon in places where I have not ‘been. Tell me Myrtle—if he has spoken of love ?” The fair girl’s head fell, and a blush suffused her temples, render ing her countenance da/./.lingly beau tiful. Hugh Brandon knit his brows at the sight. “Myrtle, I gness you need not answer me. If I can interpret blush es, I see that tho Man in Gray—that accursed follow, whose feet are even now upon our threshold—has made love to you. Enough !” and with the word quivering on his lips, Bran don turned on his heel and left his ward with a white face at the win dow. ‘‘Uncle Hugh “No explanations! No apologies!” he cried, waving her back with his hand. Yon seem to forget that I am Hugh Brandon !” His words and gestures kept her aloof, and tho next moment tho clear tones of the door-bell echoed in tho lofty room. “The evil spirit!” said Brandon, betwoen lus teeth,-as he strode for ward to admit the caller, he said to his ward: “Ho does not dream how desperate he is making me !” The clouds of displeasure had not disappeared entirely frain Brandon’s brow when he opened the door and bowed to the man on the step. Let us describe him. He was tall, compactly built, and strong ; the possessor of broad shoul ders. a great breadth of chest, deep hazel eyes, and a round, handsome beard. His lips denoted firmness, and his cheeks, tanned by the sun, seemed to proclaim a man of travel* He was dressed in a suit of costly gray—hence the pseudonym which Brandon had given him. -lie might have passed his thirty-fifth year, for certain signs seemed to indicate it; but the observer would have called him twenty-one. He called himself Scott Weldon ; but many people beside Brandon know him best as the Man in Gray. The name seems to have been given to hint bv common consent. - Hugh Brandon -wits his visitor’s senior in years, for his hair was thick ly sprinkled with gray, and there wop’erowsfeotpn his brow. But his eyes were still full of lire, and a great deal of life still remained in him. Scott Weldon, or the Man in Gray followed Brandon into the parlor, from wuieli Myrtle had not found time to fly without discovery. The greeting there caused tho cloud to return to Brajndon’s brow ; but it seemed to pass unnoticed. “I understand, Mr. Weldon, that you are going to leave us,” Brandon said. “I do not know, sir,” was the reply. “I talk of remaining here. The country suits me, and what is more, I like the people.” “Yes, yes,” was the response, and a glance of the speaker’s eyes caused Myrtle to withdraw. The two men wore alone. For a moment the two men looked at ouch other without a word, when Hugh Brandon suddenly left his chair, and crossing the room with rapid strides, stopped before his vis itor. The Man in Gray did not rise, but looked calmly, into the flashing eyes that threw a world of baleful fire -upon him. “Why are you tarrying here?” Hugh Brandon said, abruptly. “1 want to know that.” “Have I not the right to tarry where I please, so I conduct myself decently? You seem to forgot, my dear Brandon, that this is America.” The calmness of the Man in Gray but served to add fuel to the fire burning in Brandon’s heart. • You have not answered me!” lie said. “Why do you tarry here? That was the question.” “That, sir, is my business!” was the reply. “Does it concern you, sir ?” “It does.” Scott Weldon smiled. “Why do you not go on and tell me how ?” he said, breaking the un comfortable silence that followed Brandon’s last word. “Are you afraid to talk to me ? Wo have met before, and you know it, Mr. Hugh Brandon,” and the speaker rose, shaking, as he did so, the mud-man's hand from his shoulder. “You know what yon did fifteen years ago. I need not tell you, for that crime cannot fly from memory. I tun not whither you sent me. I am here— the Man in Gray! Now let me talk. You have not the power—the influ ence which you once had ; hut you have more money. You are not liv ing in England ; this, sir, is America T-the land of liberty, and I stand on my native soil. Fifteen years ago— bnt I cannot recall those days. The recollection might drive mo mad, and in my frenzy, Hugh Brandon, these hands might do you bodily harm. But you know what, happen ed then ; the past must rise before you like accusing spirits of the dead!” “Enough !” cried Brandon, whose face, white and frightened, seemed to twitch with pain. “You have talked quite enough; this is my house.” “How obtained, sir?” “Dare you insinuate ? Another insult from your lips, and I will call David. You have seen .my giant. He does my bidding liken slave, have put up'With vonr presence as long as I can. Scott Weldon—I will not name you truly here—know that I forbid yon future entry into this house.” A slight laugh rippled over the lips of tho Man in Gray. “I may never trouble you again 1” lie said. “Your ward, Miss Mvr- tlo ” “I want to speak of her.” “So do I.” “But I have the best right. I fear that yon have gained tho affections of that girl.” “Well, what if I Have ? She has a riglit to love mo.” “But she shall never become your wife!” “Shull not ? That is strong lan guage, Hugh Brandon 1” “I’ll tell her all about you.” “She knows the truth already.” Brandon winced. “And, what is more, sho believes that yon aro ft living lie. I told you when I stood before the English court—an American sworn to Botany Bay by -your perjured heart—that the.truth would crush you some day. 1 tell you plainly now, and beneath tho roof where you for the present are all powerful, that Myrtle loves me, and that she shall become tho witc of the Man in Gray.” Brandon, with great impatience, heard his visitor through, and threw wide the door, and pointed into the ball. “Go!” With a smile of meek obeisance, Scott Weldon picked up bis bat and passed out. From tliis hour yon cross my threshold at your peril!” Hugh Bran don said. “Be it so ; but I will cross it,!” Ho said no more ; but, walked qui etly to his horse, mounted, and can tered down the shaded lane. • “For the last time! I have put up with him as longiis I can. I feel in a shadow with I,lint man so near. The journals misinformed mo. I had fondly hoped tlmt be was dead; but here, after fifteen years, be turns up, and as the aceopted suitor of my ward.” The speaker rang a boll, and a servant inquired bis wishes. “David!” he said, and a mi in to later a veritable giant, dark-faced and evil-eyed entered the parlor. “//e has been here again,” Bran don said. “The Gray man, sir ?”' “Yes. You have been with me a long time, David—sixteen years al most. I saved your life when the Tasmania went down ; but wo’ll not speak of tlmt. Are you willing to repay me now ?” “I am.” • David was a man of few words— the very person to servo Hugh Bran don. “Mv honor—my life—is ut stake,” lie said, rising and putting his hand on the giant’s shoulder. That man is tearing botli like an eagle. Have you ever seen him before, David ?— I mean, did yon ever meet him in England ?” David shook his head slowly. “Yon have; let me remind you. You helped me nobly in the great trial when we sent one Ambrose Mar- ston into penal servitude. That same man bus just left the house.” The giant started, and his eyes Hashed. don’t want him to trouble longer. If lie is permitted to go on awhile, I will bo a beggar, and you, David, will have no roof to shelter yon !” David grated his teeth, and show ed his master that he understood what was wanted. A minute afterward the stalwart form of the giant passed from the parlor, and a smile of satisfaction was beaming on Hugh Brandon’s face, when Myrtle glided into his pres ence. [CONCLUDED NEXT WEEK.] BILL ABF’S CHAT. [Written for Thu Conutitution.] “I me any A long time ago some pope, or priest, or preacher said, “whatever is, is right.” This may bo so in some elhoral way, but the common sort of mortals can’t see it—and because wo can’t see it wo don’t believe it. There’s tv heap of things that is, that oughtont for to be; Dr. Felton is, Ztich Hargrove is, and the niggers is. A long timo ago an Injun mim ed Soiioecii, writ, a book on trubhle and crosses and disappintmouts, mid told every body oxuetly bow to feel and to do under such oirouinstances— but one day when lie felt sad himself ho took pizen and died—that’s what lie went and done. So you see there's no use in a man sottin himself up as a fllosoplior and tollin other people how to do when trouble comes, for there aint no general rule that will tctcli the bottom of all eases. Fve suffered a power of crosses and losses and disappointments, myself, and tried various anecdotes \ for the blues. I’ve lilosolled, and rend Scrip tor, and snug liyms, and pe- roosod nature in all hor soi'enity, but these remedies don’t last much long er than yon aro try in cm—that is unless you aro of a heavenly turn of mind unci love misery like a Hoton- tot loves tortile as i payment for sin and a passport through tho gate of St. Peter. But a man can bear up un der a big trubhle a heap better than a whole passel of little ones that keep coining along all in a row. As Sol omon stiid, a good many drops of water will after a while wear away a stone. Jesso will a litter of little trubblos bring the crows’ feet to Lho corners of the eyes quicker Hum n tiro, or the snuill-pox, or the utimely decease of a rich old bachelor uncle; 1 want it understood from the foregoing appendix that neither me, nor my folks, nor the democracy of the 7th distrikt/nint urn bled any to speak of. We are not mourn in away down in the low grounds of sorrow. We aint huntiii pistols nor pizen nor hiingropes nor any other kind of a felodesee. We did feel powerful bad for a while, thats ii l’akt, hut we are gitton over it. We are rekuperatin amazinly, considerin all tilings. As for me, myself, wasent as had off as I thought 1 was no how, for I thought I smelt a mice about a week ago, ami I’d been ta pering down to a correct view of the situation, and so on last Tuesday nightwhen a feller ctun along from town and sed old Bartow bad gone about 1,700 for the parson, I pitched up the road toward Tennessee os hiird ns I could tare, und walked about two miles at a fox-trot and got all in a swot of perspiration, and it re lieved me. There’s nothing liko a bodily exercise under such circum stances. As I cum back J was able to carry all the accumulated bad news tlmt met me, but I took it in <lisgnise and kept on the shady sido of the moon. Says I, modestly ud- dressin some Pine-log gentlemen, “wlmt’s the lection news about Oar- tersvillo?” “Lection h—I, we aint had uny; Felton didn’t linv any op- imsition, 0,000 majority a reddy and more a couiin. He took the curs to Washington before we left town. Beet Lester's boots off him.” “That’s bad on our George,” said I. “Bud! I should say it was. They say he’s gone to bed sick, refusing to see his most intimate friends. Bet ho’ll never hold an office in this country.” “Well, its lucky” said I, “that he didn’t resign his Judgeship ain’t it?” “Oh, 1 forgot that,” said ho. “lie is a Judge.” The next mornin mo and mv boys went to diggin Inters. It was a splendid day for cm, ami we dug und piled and sorted out and carried om .to the bank, and it did me a power of good to seo om roll out, and I hardly thought of George all day ex- sop when some idiotic luniak who thought be done it all, would come along the big road and yell out “hfjfflW for Felton.” Well, my Utile chaps wasent all very, well, one of om in pavtiklcr lmd fell out.of a ’simmbu tree and was laid up with a stiff neck, and a sprained ankle, ami swoPd knee, and a cracked wrist, and tho doctor said that , the eartil- ego of the diufrum under (lie colar- bdiie of the ribs on the left side, was more or less lasoratod where it was hitched to the umbilical cords. Jesso. But whenever a Felton man would holler, they would make for tho gate and squeal, “Hurra for Zuoli Hargrqvo and bis niggers.” That always gits om for you see there ain’t no answer to that. One fcllor did manage to tell ’em, as Branliiim told Seal) Wright at .Sum merville: “Go home honey you're weaned to.) young.” Its mighty provokin’ the wav they <lo. Yester day I was euttin down a big, bustin' rod oak not far from the , road. II was about three foot through, gud lmd no hollow in the butt, and 1 had cut and cut until 1 m\a tired aqd bio wed like a porpoise, and just be fore it fell a couple of chaps cum by, sottin’ up on top of a cotton bulo, and they looked at mo and holler'd hurrah for. Felton. I dident have wind ennui' to ho hoard ton stops, and so I told a little son of one of my mi hors to holler back at him, “Hurrah for Luster,” and be done it, but his big bud heard him, mid yelled out, “You better dry up Bob puppy’ll lick you for that.” And some more Felton elmps come along just iih tiro treo fell, and they yollod out; “There goes Lester—that’s the way he come down!” But I tell you gentleman, one and all, we ain’t nigh whipped. Wo are just iih ready as ever for another sc rags battle with these independents. We are going to expurgate ’em if it takes two or three summers. They aro on the down grade now, for we reduced ’em a thousand votes, and by the timo the lies mid slanders they heaped on Luster aro all clear ed away we'll consign ’em to a re flective oblivion. No such political bastards can stand the test of time and truth, for sicli is history. The pretender may get on tho throne lmt he can’t keep it. The illegitimate nmy slip in and capture the estate, but the true heir will turn him out after a while. There ain’t no ex ception to it tlmt I know of; except old father Jacob cheatin’ Esau out of his birthright, und swinliu’ him out of the blessing, and tlmt was a sort of special providence tlmt stands byitself mid io this dayJjuin’t-beon satisfuktorily accounted for on high moral principles. I would like to hear tho parson preach on tlmt.. Though it uiut a parallel ease, for neither the radicals nor the niggers nor the devil had anything to do with it. But I shan’t run this line of rcffection any longer for fear I write myself mad agin and I don't want to do tlmt. Let ’em crow if they want to, and if Wiilinglmm wan to a cut of a rooster for his nig ger show let him get a black one and keep it ut his mast-head as a sign of the only party that's got any thing to crow over in this bisness. One thing is sertiu—the democrats of this district dident elekt the par son—nor tho white folks either— countin’ cm all radicals und scala wags und respeetuble republicans. Then crow away once, twice, three times over tho hetrayul of your f arty and thou go like Peter and repent und weep bitterly. Pm going to write to Mr. Kddison —I am. Homebody must invent ii mnsheon to lest a mini's-capacity., Why, there’s mighty nigh half of these people, don’t.khoiv lioiv to vote, aihI it seems to hio fho t V learn the slowest, of any people upon the face of the earth. Wo want it mii- shoeti that will register a man':- judg ment at tho polls, and if ids jndg- up to the mark it 'fiv 1 nnm. meat don't eoi.no throw out his ticket for “ncm corn- pus.” HbiM sort, of bruit! sdttndo^ that’s what we ' want, and I reckon Eddisqn can Hx it if )jis attention is ; ' called to it. Good sukos! If we had only hud one this lime, where would the. parson be now? I don’t really believe lib would have got a thousom! votes in the district. Do you? And to toll the trull!, not to bo mentioned i)uhliely, l Lustei ,!i irloufc yJ| “ ,1: ‘ not bine got, quite its, many as he did. We waul sonic sort .'of VptlH- ' phone, you know, to put eloyump'to a mail’s cranium iiiid fool of his “ea- passito,” us Dr. Berehmun says. The good doctor's betid is mighty level' in this voton bishiosij—this’ American “fuss.” us fie' 'Mil* it.. ’ oaiit wflirt Mu V: American “fuss,”' uh lie cults it.. “Too much elekshoh,' tho much iaiv, too much gospel—too* m'ueli Visky' J v all meoxed tip to^odarc. Xq Atnori- ; kan go too fas, ze niigaro go tod slow 1 ’• 11 in evoasing liiit j;)io ' balfdt’-'-^iV hid : go like the diuhib vini after h'eom, and lie goevos yon drulibje before' you dun mid him. Ho now holds ’ ’ zo hulunse of [mwer between ze ’Wf^ jlpd gooit. Jinfc X inn roe , m toil r i «»• /H i ;>fii • •ott‘)Js Look out! •eeouoiled. The good loelor said one,day .,e Jiulge Under-' ; i M<i wood, wlq was lammm’ away: Jpdgo vat' is the niatlairc—yon : ! )omiin.itgreat drubble about some- ‘ ' " seem tings, i great d rubble abbn t slime*- ‘ Is it aiiysiiig you " lectio poy and vox yourself. If you can remedy a laid sing, go and do it; if yon can not, den you should vistcl v " a lcdetle tune and bo reconcile.” And so, Mr. Editor, botween •whistling und singin ami diggin iiiid cut,tin and other innocont employ- monts, I Imvo about wore off film, rugged edge of this inglorious defeuv i '.i a 'rJi i:' ut and urn now roomcilod. Aint. yon? Yours, Bim. Ahp. N. It.—I want, one of $lio ante- , helium cuts of a runaway nigger. My Luster durlcey run away last Sunday. Ho went over to Djicrpkjeo J f and voted for Felton-eoudrat hi up If lie ever comes hack, I’m hound tc kill him. |{. A. Hurrah for Hummpnt! and T Bi1- lups! (that is to say ; if Billups is elected. If he lmppeneij to" bo a few votes short just leave out his mime.) b. a. The Terrible Screw Worm. [Erdm Um Duttan (7&w«) LiMlif/ciirnr.'j Mr. Samuel Myers is now lying bed-fast at his home in this place • afflicted with that terrible •malady . the malady . screw worm. Mr. Myors lias,. , been sick of late with fever, und oh , Monday Just while lying j n O iio,• of those Hies alighted near his nos- ' trils. ft requires but a few mo- V men ts for oik* of these flies to depos it hundreds of eggs which are liatcli- ed and are grown inside of an bony, many of them as niucli as one-lialf inch in length. Mr. Myers, ifpoSi awakening, felt a slight tickling in the nose, mid it was not until his eyes and face had become fdarfully swollen that I he jiliysiciinV<lif cover-, ed the presence .of the t worms!. Tlio only known remedy was app/ie(l-4l * calomel and curb die acid—liy injec-’ tion into the nostrils. At first,ibiyiY would drop I heir hold and ’foreiy themselves out. Application ajfter upplioAtiun will: like ro r ; I, y wind, turn, 152 was tho number passed. The patient is in a very critical eoii with but slight hopes of hi! cry. 'The Hy is mill our stockmen, and is ropr< a dark colored and fi - which generally attacks t other animal tlmt, ,is' enough to have blood up they can alight,