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.: . - ' 4 . V ,: v 1 ,,y - f -: <* v s^&fo*** VOL. 2. THE SAUCY ROGUE. PnOM THE GEHltAN. There is a saucy rogue, well known To youth and gray-beard, maid crone— A boy, with eyes that mirth bespeak, With curly locks and dimpled cheek; He has a sly, demurish air; But, maiden fair. Take care, take care ! His dart may wound you. unaware ! With bow and arrows in liis hand, He wanders up aud down the laud; ’Tis jolly sport to aim his dart At some poor maiden’s fluttering heart; She wonders what has hurt there— . Ah, maiden fair, Take care, take care / His dart may wound you, unaware ! Her nimble hands the distaff ply; . A gallant soldier-lad rides by; He gives her such a loying glance Her heart stands still, as in a trance, And death-pale sinks the maiden fair. Quick, mother there, Give heed, take care! Else you may lose her, unaware ! Who stands there laughing at the door? That rogue who triumphs thus once more! Both lad »ud maiden he has lilt, And laughs as though his sides would split. And so he sports him everywhere; Now here, now there; He m'oeks your care; • You fall his victim, unaware/ Now who so masterful and brave, To catch and hold this saucy knave? Whoeyer binds him strong and fast, Ilis name and deed shall always last. But if this dangerous task you dare, Beware! take care Lest jll you fare! The rogue may catch you, unaware / MISS ItAYMOND’S TI$IAL, Old Mr. Raymond was dead and buried; and t,lie-world had got tjrcd of canvassing the sad circumstances of bis failure and death. So we all pass away and arc forgotten. And Kate Raymond was forgotten, too, tts she sat by herself in the lone, ly room with her black dress and her pale cheeks, and the unshed tears making her poor eyes heavy! People had pitied her at first, but they took it for granted she would do ‘something;’ at all events it was none of their business. “Well, my dear have you made up your mind?” Kate wtis securing the black rosettes on her black grape bonnet, with a sigh for every stjch, as old Dr. Smith came creeping into the room, and sat down beside her. Kate looked up through the gath ering tears. “Doctor, I want, your ad yico. Tell me what I had better do.” “Advice eh? Well, it isn’t easy to advise nndor some circumstances. The only two places that seem eligi ble to me are Madtime Belluir’s and the situation as companion to old Miss Beverly.” “I should be more independent as show-woman for madume Bellair,” said Kate, quickly. “More independent, possibly; hut you would have to work twice as hard for just half the—” “The wages. Don’t *be afraid of offending my ears with plain truths, doctor,” said Kate. ‘’Well, wages, then; I should ad vise you to go to Miss Beverly, my dear, if you can be sure of patience and self-control.” VI am not the wild, impetuous girl I opcc was; I can be patient now, doctor.” “It’s a lesson we till have to learn, iny dear,” said the old man. “Well, shall I tell Miss Beverly to expect you ?” “When?” “Say to-morrow?” ' “Yes, bnt, Doctor;—” “Well?” “How many members are there in Miss Beverly’s family?” “Only herself aud a fussy old bachelor brother, ton times as old maidish as she is herself.” Kate smiled a little absently. “There used to be a—nephew—” “Yes, I know—Charles Beverly; but he went to Australia a year ago. At 10 to-morrow, then, my dear, I will call for you.” Doctor Smith creaked away in those noisy boots of his, and Kate Raymond went up stairs to puck her tvnuk and think. Sq Charles Beverly was in Austra lia!—She. had known that before; yet, somehow, she wanted the doc tor’s testimony to make assurance doubly sure. Sho was glad ; yes up on the whole, she was very glad. She‘knew that she had treated the honest, loving young fellow like a selfish, heartless coquette; she knew she lmd/hulfhrpkgu his fond, faithful heart with her airs'lin'd gracco un<l false smiles, once upon a time. “I should have been ashamed' to look him in the face,” sho pondered. “I am glad his aunt knows nothing about it.” And she sighed softly, to think how entirely and radically her whole nature had boon changed in the bit ter school of adversity. “I am meokor and quieter now,” she thought. “I should not throw the jewel of his love from mo a sec ond time; bub he does not know it —nor ever will. A woman can only sit and think. What a blessing wo have but one life to live! Perhaps in the next we may correct the errors of this. Heigh-ho!” At JO o’clock precisely the next day, Doctor Smith’s carriage came to the door for Miss Raymond and her trunk. “Keep up good courage, my dear,” said the kind-headed old man. “Miss Beverly is rather trying they say; hut, sho has a heart in Spite of iter sixty years and her old maiden hood, and you’ll work your way to it after awhile.” Kate hoped so; but sho could not help, feeling, a little dis couraged when Dr. Smith had left her alone in the darkened room, with a pair of green spectacles glaring at ‘her from one corner, and a pair of blue f*oin the other. “Shut the door if you please, young Miss,” croaked the blue spec tacles; “draft-, tiro very bad for my brother’s asthma!” “And put a few coals on the fire, Miss Raymond, if that’s yonr name,” squeaked the green spectacles; “the temperature is altogether too low for my sister’s rheumatism.” Kate obeyed. It was well they had given her something to do, else she must certainly have burst out crying. The first day as “companion” was ineffably wearisome. Patiently she trudged up and down stairs, with the macaw’s cage, and the squirrel’s house, and the spaniel’s basket, and Miss Beverly’s gruel, and the old bachelor's slippers; meekly she list ened to t,lic directions, and receipts, and harangues without end, until her head ached and her feet smarted, and her little hands tingled with the unwonted toil. . “And now,” said Miss Beverly, just as Kato was looking forward to the refreshing possibility of a little while to herself—possibly a delight ful ten or fifteon minutes slumber— “you may get Prof. Drowsyheads’s Essays from the library and read me to sleep.” “Yes, ma’am,” said Kato feebly. “And if yon should happen to boar me snore, yon may read on just the same. It would wake mo up at once if you wore to stop.” And Kate, obeying orders, read herself Into a congestion of the brain. The noxt day went harder still. Nothing went right. MistT Bevcily seemed determined to be suited with nothing that was done for her, and the old bachelor growled a chorus to her fault findings. “This gruel tastes very oddly Miss Raymond,” said the spinster. “I don’t believe the sauce pan was scalded before you put the milk in it.” “Yes, ma’am, it was, because ” “Don’t contradict me. I can’t bear to bo contradicted.” “Don’t contradict my sister!’ ech oed the old bachelor; and Kato sub sided into a meek silence. “1 don’t think Muff has been properly washed, Miss Raymond with two tablespoonfuls of rosewater in his bath.” “1 forgot tiio rosowator,” admit, ted Kato, ingeniously; “but DUBLIN, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 27, 1871). “Forgot the rosowator?” shrieked Miss Bin’erly, holding up both hands. “My poor, poor Muff!” “Well,” groaned the blue specta cles, “Itain believe anything now! Forgot tho rosewater 1” “And von have got on that rusts ling dress again, as I live—the rust liiig tM-ii pluys. the very mischief with my nerves. I hog vo»*...wj.U change at mice. Miss Raymond 1” “And before you go up stairs I wish you would put those newspapers straight on tho table. I can’t bear to soo them all crooked,” growled Mr. Beverly. Kato set the newspapers mathe matically straight, changed tho ob noxious grape-trimmed dress, gave Muff a second bath, with the regular quantity of roso water in it, and pro pared a now basin of gruel—and oven then Miss Beverly was not satisfied. “I think the parrot has drooped ever since you came, Miss Raymond. Are you sure you are not neglecting him?” “I try to do my best, ma’am, but ‘Don’t groaned answer mo, B Miss Beverly, with both bands lifted in front of her. “If there’s anything that upsets my nerves it is being an swered.” Day after day passed by in very much the same style, and Kate Ray mond grow paler and quieter each revolving sun. At first her proud spirit bad rebelled. But then came the bitter remem brance that sho must, onditio it— that she bad neither borne not friends to flee to. And when at tho week’s end Miss Priscilla Beverly paid the astounding sum of ten shillings into Miss Ray mond’s shrinking palm, she felt that it bad indeed been hardly.earned. “There’s one good thing about you, Miss Raymond,” said the spin ster, ptiventliiealjy, us she counted out the coin, ono quality that my other companions could never suit mo in; you have never got out of temper. You’ve never lost your pa- tionce the whole time you lure boon herG; and I used to hear a year-or so ago, when my nephew Charles was at homo, what a changeable, fickle, im patient little thing Mrs. Raymond’s daughter was.” Kate colored, and the tours start ed quickly to her deep brown oyos. “No,” said tho old bachelor in the corner whose whole lifo scorned nothing more than an echo to Miss Beverly’s energetically expressed opinions; “No Miss Raymond never gets out of temper now !” “I suppose I must he very,much changed said poor Kate; as sho went on with her wearisome work string ing steel heads for a purse which Miss Priscilla intended to manufact ure some day, ‘ and, indeed, 1 hardly feel like the same porsou that 1 was on my 18th birthday.” “How old are you now,” asked Miss Beverly. “I was 20 last mouth.” “Ilump ! only 20! Well, I sup pose you’ll be getting married somo day, and I shall lose my companion.” But Kato gently shook her head without even looking up. “I shall never marry,” sho said, “nobody cares for me now.” “There, James, I told you you’d knock tho vase off the window-seat if you insisted on leaving it there,” lamented Miss Iiovorly, as a sudden crash of breaking china interrupted Kate’s voice. “Run Miss Raymond, and don’t let tho water soak into the enrpot, for pity’s sake! I don’t seo how men can be so careless,” And, for once, the old bachelor had no oxcuse to plead for himself. “Miss Raymond,” ho said in a low hurried voice, when his sister’s tem porary absence had chanced to leave them alone together half an hour or so later, ‘<you said a little while ago that nobody eared for you. That was a mistake.” Kato looked up into his face with surprise. ‘ “My .nephew,V Charles Beverly, cares for - you. He has never left off earing for you. If ho thought you would look kindly upon him once more—*” But Kate shook her head. “I am sure you are wrong; 0 she said.-trsH-rg to sternly her faltering vpioo. “I treated him too capri ciously and too unkindly. I think ho did love me once, and I should like to Irav« him know, some day, when ho is happily imwyiort to some woman who is worthy of him, tlnvt J. loved him better than ho thought; that—that—when I was coldest in my manner, my heart within mo was most tender. It is too liito now to say these things; and yot—” “But it isn’t too late,” interrupted the old bachelor, solemnly, rising out of the chair, taking off his blue spectacles behind which sparkled a pair of brilliant.black eyes, removing tho rusty wig from a profusion of chestnut brown curls, and spurning tho wadded flannel dressing-gown from him with a contemptuous mo tion. Kato, in great agitation, roso to her feet with a hysteric scream. “Charles!” “Is it too late, Kate? This week has taught me how good, how gentle and how patient you have grown, and I love you better than I (it'd be fore. Can you forgivo mo for the ruse I practiced to learn whether I might indeed aspire once more to your hand?” Kato Raymond said “No” at first, hut sho said “Yes” afterward, when Charles lmd ednvinefed' lief' of the perfect propriety of his conduct. “And did your aunt know?” “It was s|to who insisted on it, Kato. Who wished to prove the tem per sho had heard was so fickle and uncertain.” “Aud she’s perfectly satisfied,” sounded the spinster voice behind them. “Well, 1 soo I shall have to look out. for a now companion, Charles.” And tho old Indy’s wedding pres ent to Alias Raymond tvas a sot of diamonds that a queen might have worn. Clean Up. Farmers should clean up all accu mulations of dirt and filth about their yards and stables. The fall i» the time for fevers and other mala rial diseases, and all accounts agree that they arc induced by decaying vegetable matter and cesspools of dirty water, &c. Clean up about tho house, uso lime freoly, and, if it don’t keep off tho chills, it may pre vent more serious troubles. This is a season of yellow fever. No one' knows where it may tako root, and all authorities say qj|an up tho cities, the farm premises and tho house hold.— Exohmye. A Bargain in the Lone Star State. . There is humor in Texas. The other day a man brought out a for lorn, spavined-looking stood, and ad dressed the spectators thus: 'Follow-cifcizons, this is tho famous horso Daiuly Jack. Look at him, He’s perfect. If he were sent to the horse-maker nothing could be done for him. What shall I have for tho matchless stood ?’ ‘What will you tako for. him?’ yelled the crowd. ‘Two hundred dollars.’ ‘Give you $5.’ ‘Take him. I novjr let $108 stand botween mo and a horso trade. That’s business.’ Words of Wisdom. Business makes a man as wcll-tis trios him. Hypocrites arc beings of darkness disguised in garments of light. • Luxury increases (lie luggage of life, and thereby impedes the march. Death and to-morrow are never hero; they are either not come or gone. It ‘.a not easy to straighten in the oak the eiook Unit, grow in the sap- m hrouly independent who calf maintain himself by his own exer tions. ’ . ■ ’ . ..; ; : The silont eye is often a more powerful conqueror than tho noisy tongue. He who can not keep his own se cret ought not to complain if another tells it. ....No man can avoid his own compa ny—So ho had best, make it os good as possible. Ink is a caustic which sometimes burns tho lingers of those who make use of it. Ago is surrounded by a cold mist, in which tho llaino t *of hope will hardly burn. A man’s own good breeding is.tho best security against other people’s ill man tiers.’ Religion and medicine are not re sponsible for tho faults and mistakes of their dootors. It is with good intentions as with our days; to-morrow is hut too often the hash of to-day. Well may every act and every silent thought, deep-hidden though* it; be, tend to tho grout liuroafloi\ “Too Into” and “no more” are the mournful sisters, children of a sire whoso age they never console. Italian Girls. Country Boys in Town. Atlanta Constitution, There is nothing moro pitiful than tho deluge of letters that, pours into the Constitution olfiec whenever an advertisement for a young-man ap pears. No matter what the adver tisement; is—no matter what the wages that ate offered—no matter now hard the work is—there uro scores of letters that, come in, and scores of humble solicitations for the Those letters are handed in When an lumest hen is laying the foundation fora family and doing all the hard work, wane absurd rooster is ready to do tho crowing. Tho girls of Italy do many tilings our young ladies would not think of doing, and they leave unlearned cer tain ucconlplishmonts which only t he very poorest; Aniorioun fair ouch pass by. The Italian bride makes her own on tilt; and, as tho ; t rouHSolii consists of six dozen of everything, being intended to last twenty-five years, and all must bo embroidered and frilled, the task is not an easy one. But they take their tinio to it, occupying two years to got it in shape and all the while the work, is going on the lovers are courting. Tho husband gives tho dresses, shawls, everything, in fact, but the underclothing. Italian girls do not learn to sing, draw, and play tho piano. Those are left to people who earn their living by thorn. But they are taught to sow, cook and iron. Tito King of Siam lias eight hun dred wives and no trouble. Sussing him is tin offense which calls for de capitation, and his house'is as peace ful as tho luippy family in a meimgo- rie. ' A negro at* Dallas, Texas, believ ing that God demanded the sacrifice of his family, gave poison to his wife and three children, but an irreligious physician intorforrod and saved their lives. Some American corsets sliippod t< Mexico wore supposed to be stiddles of a new kind, and were returned as not giving proper satisfaction. Don’t Put It in tlic Paper. Cincinnati Saturday Night. “For heaven’s sake! don’t lot it go into tho papers,” is tho first cry of a person caught in a mean scrape. Keep it out of the papers and it is all right. No mutter how contempt- iblo or dishonest tho position may be or bow much reason tho offenders may have for tho shame, romorso or contrition, if the circumstances can bo kept from the “cormorants of the press,” as the peoplo who liavo good reason to be afraid of nowspaper re porters sometimes cull them, he is tranquil and happy. We are no champion for that oxtrorne license of tho press that Is displayed, but wo have noticed that the ones who cry out tho loudest against newspaper disclosures are generally those whose own lives would not bear close in spection. People who oan live straightforward lives have little fear from the newspapers. by bright young fellows, who are fretted with idleness—by tired, wea- ry-looktng fellows who appear to have worn themselves out in hunting for work—by young country follows wjjo seem fo liavo handed tho letter in because they did not have a stamp to solid it with. There is never any diminution of this crowd. It never tires of trying, and it never seems to get wlnit it is after. Day after day it oomos in, in responso to iidvertiso- nients looking for work. There are hundreds of theso young inen—oapiihlo follows—who are liter ally starving for tho luck of some honest work to do. Thoy may ho found on every street and in every part of the city. And yot. in tho taco of all this thoro are peoplo who will advise young follows who uro fairly fixed on a good farm .in tho country to loivo it and eoino to the city for work. No advieo could lie more filial. Thoro is no work to do in the city. Every department, of trade is overstocked, and thoro is no more dunce lo get a plaeo as u street car driver Ilian there is to gel. a plaeo as manager of the largest dry goods house in the oily. Everything is full and running over. And prospective applicants must not ho doludod with the belief Unit by offering to work low, they oan bo able to secure places. Wages have nothing to do with It. A moreliant told us tlio other day that a gentleman offered , to put lus sou in t he store and lot him work for nothing from Juno 1st to November 1st, if a situation of $40 a month would bo guaranteed him at that time. Ho could not afford to do it. It is exceedingly dangerous for a boy fresh from the country to ho thrown into tho seething streets of tlio city, idle and with nothing to do hut to loaf about and look for work, It. is almost certain, that ho will fall buforo somo of tho thousands of temptations that assail him, and be come ensnared in the traps that are sot for his weary feet. Even when ho is in business, he 1ms to bo kcon- eyud, alert and strong within himsolf, or ho will find himsolf involved in irretrievable ruin. The hustle ami glare and noise of tho city will upset him before ho suspeots it, and have him down in the gutters beforo ho thinks ho is in danger. Even if ho succeeds in getting a clerkship, and uftgr long yours of poor pay, hard work and numberless privations, ho is made it partner in tlio house for which he is working, or sets up in business for himself, ho is confronted, with the fact that over ninety out of every hundred won who go into tlio mercantile business fail in it. Clearly the thing for tho-boy who has a homo upon tho farm is to stay there. He will be certain of a rea sonable good living, a self-respecting, healthful life, and a home for liis wife and babies when lie slmll get thorn. This is much moro titan ho can count on in tho city. If ono hundred young country boys wero to roach Atlunta to-morrow with two or tlirco hundred dollars apiece in their pockets, in ten years not ten of them would be able to marry and decently support a wife and family. If you liavo a place on the farm stay there. It would bo good sonso if a thousand young, city hoys could go out aud join you thoro to-morrow. A man and liis wife in Tipton, fijd., agreed to separate. Their property was divided pieco by pieco until nothiug was left but a baby and a cow. Tho husband guvo tlio wife her choice, and site took ttlo. < cow.