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■ ■ ' tk&'fiF'ti # K YOL.it. DUBLIN, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 27, 1878. SMILE WHENEVER TOUCAN. When tilings don’t go to suit, yon, And the world seems upside down, Don’t wijjite your time in fretting, But driveway that frown ; Since life is oft perplexing, ’TiB ffifibh tho wiser plan To bear all trials bravely, And smile whenever you can. Why shpuld.you dread to-morrow, AndlfitiS despoil to-day ? For when you borrow trouble, You must expect to pay ; It Ib a good old maxim, Which Should be often preached— Don’t ctOB^theJbridge before you Until the bridge is reached. You mfglit lie spared much sighing, If you wonld bear in mind The thought that good aud evil Are always here combined ; There must bo something wanting, And though you roll in wealth, You miss from out your casket That precious jewel—health. And though you’re strong and sturdy, You nuiy have an empty puree— , And earth has many trials Which I consider worse ; But whether joy or sorrow Fill* up your mortal span, ’Twill make your pathway brighter To smile whenever you can. THE MAH IN GRAY. By Cnpt. Chas. Howard. “Too into to renew conversation with our visitor,” ho said, as if in it pleasant humor. “Mr. Weldon has departed ; but his compliments, cou pled with his regrets, he left yon.” “No soft Words, Uncle Hugh,” she said. “I know all.” Her last sentence brought Hugh Brandon to his feet in an instant.. “Well, what is the knowledge go- ing to profit yon?” he said. “Myrtle I have chosen for you a partner for life. You know him, Mr. Clive ” “The man who comes here and wins great sums of money from you? No, Uncle Hugh. 1 jdo. ..ljyt. \v i s|i to bo staked by you and won by him!” “Better Mr. Clive than a man whose shoulder bears the brand of penal servitude.” “Put there by false swearing !” said Myrtle. No ! no ! I have given my hand to vour victim, and no man shall take it from him !” Hugh Brandon burst into a coarse vulgar laugh, that made the blood tingle in his ward’s cheeks. “We shall see !” he said. “I am master here !” “If I had my rights, I might be mistress!” The next moment the man clutch ed Myrtle’s arm, and was flashing f his dark eyes upon her. “No more snch talk! The very, walls Jf^ffs'Wvrs, and some of our ser vants arc not too honest. Myrtle, you are fighting against overwhelm ing odds. I curse the day upon which yon surrendered your heart to the Man in Gray. I had hoped for a brighter future for yon. I am ear nest in this matter. Your Avelfare lies at the bottom of my heart., and all my thoughts go down to it.. Do not he^80 8tubhorn ! be a lady, and turn from the man who professes to love you because he hates me." Myr tle, you are standing on the precipice of a clouded life. Do not link your young life to the man who has just departed. I am speaking from the heart; I am speaking as you^ noole father would speak were he alive. Hear me. Myrtle, and turn from the doom—the unhappiness—to which Scott Weldon would drag you in order to revenge himself upon me. He knows I love yon, and through the blighting of your life, would he striko mo down r Myrtle looked into the speaker’s eyes while the words dropped from his lips. It did not seem possible that he was playing the hypocrite, for h is voice trembled and h is eyes looked sad. The girl hoard him through, and hung her head in si lenee. *‘1 have tried to be a father to you, Myrtle. God pity me if I have failed in tone respect. Will you not trust mo ; and tell that man that lie shall uo;-smite my gray hairs through vour love ?” “Oh, God ! I do not know, Undo Hugh ! You are driving mo mad— mad!” With the last word echoing in the room, the fair girl hastened to her chamber, and sobbed herself to sleep on the pillow. And Hugh Brandon walked to the window, saying: “I played my part pretty avcII; but she would not answer. I must rely on David !” The sun went down on that event ful day, and its last rays left Myrtle sleeping away the first paroxysms of grief. The night that followed was not dark ; but a strong wind Avas blowing gusts of rain from the north. Hugh Brandon sat in the parlor trying to read, but his eves wandered from the book, and ever and anon he comprised his lips, as if anger Avas taking possession of his heart. “I can’t read Avhen I’m thinking of him !” lie suddenly exclaimed, and the next moment he closed the book an .1 tossed it rudely upon the ovel table at his elbow. “Fifteen years ago !” ho continued, “Well, perhaps I should not have done so, but I was desperate. I Avautcd gold, and —I got it ! In this country I expect ed to live in peace, and heaven knows that I have not been a bad man in America. But he crosses my path— the man whom I sent to the penal colony by a little false swearing. I didn’t see him rob the countess ; but I said I did—and David said so, too, and they sent him off.” The man ceased, for some person was coining down the stairs, and he resumed the book for the third time. The person who descended the stair passed out. It was David, the gi ant. “He may not come!” the giant said almost despairingly. The night is rather dark ; but I know him t.y be jealous of his honor. I saw him put to the test a good many years ago.” David left the house and took a path that led to the beautiful cascade not far away. Across the gorge, just below the white water which fell from a height of sixty feet, a strong rope had been stretched by u man who had perform ed some wonderful feats thereon, for the amusement of the curious. At the exhibition of his daring, Avhieh had taken place prior to the opening of our story, Scott Weldon, the Man in Gray, had been heard to boast of his own agili ty on the slack rope. He even challenged the performer to a trial of skill; but avus answered good- naturedly that he should he accom moduted at some future time. Shortly after his return to town, not far from Myrtle’s home, he was somewhat startled by a challenge to which the rope-walker’s name was attached. It dared him to cross the rope on the coming night, at a cer tain hour, and no spectators present. As he was on the best of terms with the supposed challenger, and confident of his ability to perform the feat, the Man in Gray accepted the challenge, and replied through the boy Avho hud delivered the mes- It was eight o’clock Avhen Scott Weldon left the hotel, and a few minutes’ walk brought him to the gorge. Finding no one present, he called the name of his antagonist, and avus answered from the opposite shore. “I am hero!” were the Avords. “Cross to me on the rope, and I will submit!” It aa'iis with difficulty that the Man in Gray heard the Avords for the roar of the cataract almost deafened him; but he made preparations to perform the perilous feat. • He kncAv the rope Avas strong, for lie had seen it tested, and he Avent out upon it Avith his balancing polo, fearless, and confident of success. On, still on he went, until all at once the rope swayed fearfully, and he fell! But the next moment he caught himself, but, Avith the loss of the pole, he hung to tho rope, Avhile ho gasped for breath. Then for the first time tho thought of treachery entered his mind, and, sAvinging in mid air, ho drcAV his pis tol. At that moment, as if to sIioav him the trap into Avhieh he had fallen, the palo, cold moon darted a silvery my into the chasm, and ho suav— what ? A man clinging to the rope scarce ten feet distant, and in the clenched hand Avas a dagger 1 The man in Gray suav more than this—ho recognised the man ! It Avas DaA’id, tho giant 1 Suddenly he began to approach Weldon. Avhom ho could see but in distinctly. Hand over hand ho came fonvard until the knife was raised for a murderous bloAv. At that moment, tho report of a pistol blended its echoes Avith the roar of the cascade. David, the giant, dropped his glit tering knife, and folloAvcd it into tho Avhitc waters far boloAv 1 Scott Weldon continued his cross ing, and reached the bunk in safety. “Hugh Brandon is at tho bottom of this” he said. “I will not go baek until I have faced the monster!” It avus not late Avhen tho plotter avus startled by a stop in the corridor and before he could leave his chnir tho Man in Gray stood before him. “Sit stijp,!” ho said coinmandingly, and in burning Avords told tho story of his terrible adventure in mid air. For an hour tho two men remained in the parlor. Tho conversation that passed between them Avill never be knoAvn ; but Avhen Hugh Brandon loft the house, as leave it he did, in tho darkness, ho seemed to have aged terribly in the brief time, and Myrtle sat at tho table with a-white, tearful face buried in her hands. “I offered him an asylum, Myrtle,” the Man in Gray said to her. “For your sake I could forgive all the in jury he lias over done me; but he robbed you of your inheritance, and lived a lie in your presence ever sineo. Wc will let him go for the present; but if lie ever returns repen tant, avc Avill not turn him from our door.” “No! no! Ambrose. To ho true to our natures we must forgive.” Hugh Brandon left behind him a certain document that proved* Wel don, or Ambrose Marston (Avhieh avus his true name), innocent of the crime for Avhieh he had suffered, and re stored to Myrtle tho right of which ho had deprived her. The mad Avators never gave up David the giant; but sang his roqniem even Avhile Myrtle stood at tho holy altar beside the Man in Gray. Hugh Brandon, ashamed of his guilt, never returned to discover that those Avliorn ho Avronged are ready to forgive. His punishment avus no greater than ho deserved. THE END. The’ Noav York Sun publishes a table embracing tho cash subscribed publicly and through the authorities of the various cities and the commit tees appointed by them in aid of the yelloAv fever sufferers. The total aggregates $1,325,600, exclusive of all private, religious and society sub scriptions. Of this amount Baltimore is credited with $55,600; Netv York, 395,00"; Philadelphia, 132,000; Chi cago, 90,000; St. Louis, 85,000; San Francisco, 60,000; Boston, 55,000; Washington, 39,000; Richmond, 9, 000; Wilmington, 5,000; Wheeling, 5,000. The foreign contributions H gg re g at °d $39,000 additional, of Avhieh Liverpool is credited with 15, 000 and Paris 14,000. Happiness and joy are the inevi table consequences of virtuous act ions, and these are the only sub stantial benefits of life. Illgottcn pleasures are void of that vitality which is ucccssary in making them lasting. DILL ARP’S CHAT. [ Written for The Constitution.] Tlioro are a great. many things that mitral iso the monotony of a farmer’s life—little eppysodes that Avakt- ns up.and keep us liA’oly. Sortie of bm are pleasant and some of e,m sad, hut it’s better to have most any sort than to live along ev ery day the same until one gets like an old steer avIio Avill stand still for a half day cliewin the cud of resigna tion and Avondcriii Avhut ho avus over made; a steer for. I never liked .stool's as a -model of blooded stock nor as a motive power, but my nabor Freeman snys thoy mako the best plow nags in tho world, that they go slow, but they’ll go all day constant and keep the fnrrcr and never break nothin nor run aAvny, and if they plow up a yallor jacket’s nest and get stung all over it only peortortB cm np a little—nothin more." But it scorns to mo that nothin in the Avorld would bo more monotonous than ;to fuller em around. I’d druther AA’ork a mule any time, and have him runaway or kick the back hand in the top of a tree once or twice in a while. Wouldn’t yon? But Avlmt with the hogs, and the dogs, and tho cattle, and the bosses, and colts, and chickens, and goose, and turkeys, and an occasianal fresh et, avo don’t have much chnnec to got stuck on the axles for want of grease. Nobody but a fanner knoAvs hoAV much dovilraont they kick up every hoav and thon. Why, day be fore yistiddy, tho old hoav slipped.in to the yard and, findin tho back door of tho basement ( pen, Avalkod in and turned over 7 gallons of milk just reddy to churn, and another jar of buttermilk and broke both of tho churns and set everything afloat and dragged off half a midiin of meat, and it took two hours to clean np aftor her and my wife never got over it all day and wanted to know Avhoro I was and Avlmt I Avas doiu and who left tho gate open, and iviiat I ever bought such a rumagin old brute for and so forth. Well, I look on smartly, myself, and protcijcled to feel so distressed that I wouldn’t eat any dinner, though I did slip into the cubbord on the sly, and by sun down she got sony for mo and open ed a jar of her host preserves. If it Avascnt for tho like of such things most every day would be the same as any other, if not samer, but its a struggle all the time to re pair disasters and keep up the fami ly supplies to a decent mediokrity and all this furnishes a kind of men tal excitement that balances off your circuses and theaters and toAvn elok- tions and dog fights and speechifyin from Toombs and Hill and all the tlirillin siutilations of tlio Block case. When a mans numerous Avifo and .children find themsclA'os altogether dependent upon Avlmt is ploivcd out and dug up and raised upon the farm, its curious to see how shifty it makes em and bow much intrust they take in the price- current col umn of your valuable papier, chick ens, 15c, eggs, 12c, butter (country) 20c. “They’ll never got my butter at 20 cents a pound,” observes Mrs. Arp. They pay 40 cents to them yankees for their old ransced stuff and one pound of mine is worth two of it. Tliats the way with our peo ple. They are always rnnniu after tho yankees and yankce things and rumiin down our own. Its a Avondcr they dont import yankee eggs at a half a dollar a dozen.” “Cotton is dull and lower.” Now avo didont cultivate any vast area of tho great staple—only u half acre patch for the girls to pick out uud git a little spend in money. But yon sec thoy never picked nary pound. Whenever I hinted that it was ripe and reddy, they avus powerful busy about something else and at last 1 had to have it picked for em. I don’t knoAv for sertin, hilt my opin ion is that cotton natch is a little too nigh the big road. Next year I’m going to plant, it tiAvaydoAvn in the holler behind tho house and see if I dont have hotter luck, for I know they aix; industrious girls. Well i nint ginned nor sold as yit, and the Avay the prico has gone doAvh is dis tressing for they can’t exactly figger up Iioav ten dollars ie a goin to buy forty dollars Avorth of things, which they say they are jest obliged to have, because they nint got nothin to Avcnr. That’s Avlmt, I never could understand. They alAvays look mighty neat and nice to me, espe cially of Sundays and I’m right proud of cm as a little above an aver age lot,, but still they are singin that same old song that my folks and my nubor’s folks liavo been singin for tATonty years. If any body knows of a respectable female who has got somethin to wear I Avould like to po- roose her. I nint, an inquisitive man by n .a menus, but for a long time I’ve Avondorcd Avliat peculiar and particular things it avus that they wanted to complete their piiraferna- lior. Well, I think I have diskover- ed it. Tho other day I avus out making a ash-hopper, for Mrs. Arp said avo couldn’t afford to buy soap, and if 1 Avould run doAAin some lie (you knoAV I’ve been doiu Unit for some weeks past') she Avould make it; herself, so while I was at, work Mrs. Arp came to the banisters, and look in as sivcct as ever I seed her, says she : “Have you got. a little spare money you could spare ?” Well, I didont have a, nickel in the Avorld, and T felt itin- blo and sorry for her sake, for it nint oftentimes that, sho over axes me for money. When T told her tho situation she retired in good order, hut she ciinio hack agin directly, and says she : “Could you spare a little Hour?” “Yes,” says 1. “If its a case of necessity.” Purty soon she returned and sho says, “and a little corn and fodder?” “Yes,” says I. So in duo time a ycrlin boy cum round and I Avoighod out the flour and the corn and give him the fodder, aud I soo him tote it, around to a grea t big covered spring wagon with two calico bosses in front and a bobtail Imllttirior tied up behind. I AA’cnt into the lionso appearantly to git some water, and there sat. a von- erablo female that, looked just like tho piktors of them Avitchos Mr. Shakespeare ivrit about, and she had a whole ]tassel of lace spred out on her lap on the bed and the chairs and the tahlo, and she salooted me in a very pleasant and ftirrin man ner, and her tongue avus goin like a hell-clapper, and sho said she wits 66 years old, and held up hdr long, bony fingers and declared they bad knit ovory yard of this lime in the bogs of old Ireland, and she could only knit 3 inches of this kind and a half a foot, of that kind and a fool of the other kind, and it was worth in London four dollars, and two dol lars, and fifty cents a yard, but sho Avould sell it to the sivoot ladies for half the niouoy, for thoy Avcre such nice ladies and had such gentle man ners like the court ladios of ould Iloiigluud, and sho hud boot) solliu for three months every day and had sold some to this lady and that lady, at this place and that place, and she hud only this much left and wunted to close out and go buck to dour old KiJJariioy and give the money to the children afore sho died.” Good gracious! Hoav many times my numerous and lively family did pick up and put doAvn tlioso beauti ful fuhricks. IIoav they laid em on their Htinduy dresses and talked about how sweet they looked on blue, and broAvn, and fawn color, und ash es and roses, and solfcmo, and mag enta, and other bloody battles of tho Criincen war. Ileal tlired luce, and so cheap, and knit by those poor old fingers. Well, I didn’t say nary word; I didn’t look solemn or unhap py, but T coiildon’t help flggcrin ii little in my bead at tlio number of yards she bad abont her, and the number die had sold, and us much 8 m-O S ft- .• N 0 2^ . •■■■ • ■ M >v ii more in the AViigon, and it. Avould haV took her about 200 years to have knit it all. Well, they finally settled down on a foAv yards about an inch . nnd it quarter wide and submitted it, to mo in a sort, of triumphal Way, as much as to sav, AVlmt, is a little corn and , fodder computed with the like of this. That preshous lace Inis been koorfally put. mvay t.n ho looked at only of Sundays, and there it will remain without, intrust until there iri a Avoddin in the family, though I am morrally sertin it is tho sumo identi cal thing I usod to sell at 15 cents a yard some 30 years ago, und^nadc 200 percent, profit at, that. I don’t men tion this in any Avay to hurt fcolins for I aint no man to destroy pencoby shakiu tlio faith of anybody in any thing especially tlired lace. Tho next, mornin old man Jenks called in on his Avuy to town and sed he Avas goin then to seo if the money tlio Gypsums paid him for his calico boss ivas gonnywino or countcrlit, for he was always afraid ot. the Gyp sums. “You moan tho Gypsies,” said Mrs. Arp, “Well, yes; 1 reckon, though I calls cm Gopsums.” “Where are thoy' and Avhat do they do for a livin?”said Mrs. Arp. “Why thars about 40 of em camped up the road a mile or so, and (he men trade Jios- sos and the women peddle around on htco and rib in, and all sicb. They protend to git their goods on tho other side, and ship them around tlio tariff, but, a man told mo he seed em buy in them in Atlanta.” I changed the subject as woll as I conkis and* lace hasn’t boon mention ed in my family sineo, but if I do git any spare money they shall have something to wear if its only a little real tlired luce and nothin moro. Bii.ii Aup. Pendleton on tlie Situation. Olnclnuntl Enquirer. A representative of tho Enquirer mot tho Hon. George H. Pendloton yesterday and hud a little talk Avith him about, political affairs that Avas moro in tho'natureof a friendly clint than an inlorviow. The .Homttor- oloct, was not ut all cast down !>y the uiiAvolconio nows from the Eastern elections, nor does ho think' that the Ohio idea lias been rebuked or de feated. lie inclines to the opinion that the caiisos that led to I ho de feat of the Democracy in Now York and Pennsylvania Avoro local in their nature. In Nmv York Oonkling had been ablo to unite the Rcpublicon party in liis support and bring to its aid the Democrats who AVoro dissat isfied with Tammany nnd itp man agement. In Pennsylvania the Cam erons had- had to mako a life and death struggle, and they had won. He sees nothing in tlio result that alters or changes tho general phase of political affairs, and ho does not believe that it either indicates or fore-shadoAvs tho result in tho next Presidential campaign, lie believes the Democratic party is stronger to day tlian ever before, and to his mind, an inijuirtial analysis of the voto sIioavs tlmt wherever tho op positionto the Republican party hits boon united the result has generally been in favor of tlio opjawition. Mr. Pendleton is firmly of tlio opin ion that the Democracy Avill eleot tlio next President of tho United States, because lie is positive tlmt its next nominee will bo a man of such a character that ho will bo ablo to unite and bring to his support tho solid vote of tho Democratic purty uud of all tiro elements avIio tiro op posed to the republitan party. In conclusion, ho said tlio result of tlio late election as fur as its affects Re publican public mon inures mote to tlio benefit of President Hayes than to anyone else, as it proves tlmt un der his administration the Republi can party can be thoroughly united. “Husband, I must hnvo koiho change to-day.” “Well, slay at homo and take care of I lie children ; tlmt will bo change enough for one day.” _ .