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VOL. 2.
DUBLIN, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER M, 1879.
NO.lt
TOLD IN THE TWILIGHT
BY EMMA ALICE BROWNE.
We loved each other; God alone,
To whom each secret thought is known,
Who gauges every heart, can tell
How truly we two loved—how well.
Born to the plodding ways of toil,
No vain ambitions came to spoil
The peaceful tenor of the fate
That shaped us to our low estate.
Poor was our narrow home, and care
Oft shared with us our frugal fare;
But e’en the lenten crust is sweet
Where true love and contentment meet.
Rude was our lonely cot, and poor
But roses wreathed the humble door,
And aye the sunshine on the hearth
Made it-the garden spot of earth.
And with the checkered years’, increase
Fair children grew about our knees,
And prattling tongues, and pattering feet
Made all life’s burdens light and sweet.
Aud so the days went by ; and so
We saw the roses come and go;-
And easing toil with thankful song
Knew not our tasks were sore and long.
Till our brave lads, in min and sun,
Grew into manhood, one by one—
God-fearing, clean of mind, and strong
Of heart and hand; and all our throng
Of winsome maids stood fair aud tall
As lilies by .the old house wall ;
And time and care had left their traces
On our gray lmir and furrowed faces.
But one by one our nestlings tried
Their wings in flight; aud far and wide
Our pretty flock was scattered—save
Our one ewe lamb—yon tiny grave
Grass-grown, and overrun with flowers,
Keeps our sole darling wholly ours—
The little child with sunny hair
Who never grew beyond our care.
Then mother drooped and pined; ah me!
The restless hands so frail to see,
Missed their accustomed tasks; and aye
The house grew stiller day by day,
Till that dread silence that must fall
Alike on cot and palace hall—
The mystery of bated breath,
And sealed eyes, that we call death—
The sleep God giveth to His own—
Touched her—and I am left alone !'
A ROMANCE OF THE PISTOL,
Barney MeBriui’ wits the hero ant]
the terror of Mud Mule Flat. He
was by profession a shootist, twenty-
one years of age. Ilis sole stock in
trade consisted in t\yo navy revolvers
a couple of derringers and a bowie-
knife,. These articles never left his
person. He sustained life, mainly
by swallowing tin indefinite number
of “whiskey straights,” for which no
barkeeper ever thought of demand
ing pay. He ruled Mad Mule Flat
with a rod of iron. His four pistol
barrels were four literal, ruling rods
of iron. His body wanwdorned with
comely raiment, he lodged and fed
enmptously; his linen was of the pur
est and whitest; yet like unto the
wild lilies of the valley he neither
toiled nor span. The Israelii ish
clothing dealer groaned in spirit
when Barney Mollriar entered his es
tablishment and ordered of him a
suit of clothos, yet he ventured no
remonstrance. -Why? because it is
unhealthy to irritate a shootist.
Barney McBriar was a shootist.
At the tender age of nine years,
Barney MeBriar’s schoolmarm one
day boxed his ears. Whereupon lit
tle Barney whipped out a bowie-
knife, the present of a Texas uncle,
(whose hist advice was never to take
a blow from any man,) and with it
he explored the digestive organs of
the female preceptress. The scliool-
nmrm was ever afterwards afflicted
with chronic dyspepsia, the effect of
this cutting reproof. After this oc
currence the Board of Education at
Mad Mule Flat were u’nable to pro
cure any more school-nntrms. So,
little Barney’s ednetition was for a
.time neglected, although ho managed
to keep himself in practice by play
fully shooting two of his little broth
ers, who were thereby maimed for
life. Peleg liuddam kept school at
Bull Tail Gulch. The interesting
Baruey was sent to Mr. Huddam’s
seminary. When Mr. Iladdam
heard that he was to be patronized
by the youthful McBriar he made
his will aud had his life insured.
“The wise man foreseeth evil, and
hideth himself, bnt the simple pass
on and are punished.” Peleg Had-
datn next provided himself with a
double-barrelled shot gun. The jn-
venille McBriar heard of the military
preparations of his new preceptor
with coolness, merely remarking,
“I’ll get him yet.”
It was a bright May morning in
Juno. Peleg Haddam was running
his school under a full head of steam.
Suddenly hg detected the sanguinary
McBriar reading the “Life of Sixteen
Stringed Jack.”
“Give me that book, you, sir,”
said Peleg Iladdam to Barney Me-
Briar.
“I won’t.”
Peleg Haddam snatched the saf
fron-colored volume from his grasp.
In an instant little Barney jerked out
his six-shooter and blew, off Mr.
Haddani’s head! The school being
without a head immediately broke
up. Haddam was interred along
with the school-marm, and the un
fortunate pedantic couple formed a
nucleus for Barney MeBriar’s ceme
tery. Public opinion was principally
on the side of gallant McBriar. He
became an object of interest and
sympathy, and henceforth was no
longer regarded by his elders as a
child. The Board of education ex
perienced a great difficulty in getting
another target for Barney, as. Bull
Tail Flat was avoided by all peripa
tetic demagogues. At length a dis
charged convict strayed into camp,
and unaware of the risk he ran was
induced to take the school at thirty
dollars a month and “board around.”
’ The discharged convict preceptor
complaining one morning that ho
was obliged to sleep, while boarding
with a Dutch family, along with four
of his pupils, Baruey McBriar, who
allowed no one to abuse the inhabi
tants of the Flat save himself, “cool
ly blew the top of the convict’s head
off.” He tlihi gave himself up to
the ’authorities. Forty-six’ of the
leading and influential citizens of
the town at once offered to give bail
for Barney McBriar. The day of
the trial came. The court after sen
tencing Gin Hop, a Chinatmm, to
two years imprisonment, for stealing
a pair of bouts, called the case of
the People vs. McBriar. : McBriar
marched proudly into the court
room. The trial lasted four hours.
Forty or fifty witnesses testified
favorably as to the moral character
of the defendant. The jury were
out five minutes, and returned a ver
dict of “Not Guilty.” The court
then adjourned and everybody got
drunk. Miiny young .men reckoned
that night as the proudest period of
their existence, when they were fort
unate enough to be introduced to
Mr. McBriar and take him by the
hand. Ha was the lion of the day
and after killing a couple of stran
gers that night, left the next morn
ing attended by a large conourse of
friends.
Six years had elapsed. Barney
McBriar and his friend McShoot
were seated smoking on the.piazza of
the Magnolia Hotel. Barney was
regarding, with an observant eye,
his epmetary on the hillside, which
had increased considerably in size,
aud wtjs laid out in a neat and taste
ful manner. Occasionally a citizen
of the Flat, minus.an arm, a nose,
an ear, or a leg, limped past, the
limping evidence of Barney’s pistola
ry skill. Barney had been reading
Malthus on population tbat morning
and felt that something should be
done to prevent the frightful increase
of the human race. Moreover lie
hud killed no one for three days.
His conscience troubled
“There’s one grave needed to
the number even on the left
row of the third plat of my
ehr/,” said McBriar. “You
the strangers’ department?”
McShoot. “MoBrianvood” was laid
out in four separate plats. One for
politicans, one for strangers, one for
schoolmasters, and one for miscella
neous Chinamen. At that moment
two well-dressed strangers rode up
to the door. “I say yon, that’s my
horse,” roared McBriar to one of the I
him.
make
hand
cein-
mean
said
strangers. “I lost him two year’s
ago. He lias my brand on his off
shoulder.” “Why my dear sir, I
bought—” “You lie!” cried Mc
Briar, rushing forward, pistol in
hand, and seizing the animal by the
bridle. The stranger made a motion
with bis hand ns if to draw a pistol,
when McBriar without # a moment’s
hesitation, “blow the top of his head,
off,” and McShoot, who, during the
alto-cation had carefully kept the
other stranger covered, also “blew
the top of his head off.”
“Hang it, we’re no better offjijojv
than befo:e..” said MoBriar.
“How so?” said McShoot.
“There wore six gravos on one side
and seven on tho other before, while,
now the number is still uneven, since
tlioro will be seven on one side and
eight on the oilier,’’.said McBriar.
During the conversation the two
strangers died in a quiot unobstrnct-
ivo manner.
“Never mind. I’ll make it all
right,” said McBriar, and so saying
he leveled his pistol at a travelling
book and newspaper agent passing
by, and skillfully “blow the top of
his head off.”
“Here, take those men and bury
them,” said McBriar to a passing
tramp, giving him a dollar.
McBriar and McShoot gave them
selves up to the Justice of the Peace.
“Justifiable homicide, warn’t it?”
said the Justice. ,
“Of course it was said McBriar.
“Why. the cusses both carried con
cealed weapons.”
“Well, I’ll let you off this time,
but yon must be a little moro care
ful, boys,” said the Magistrate.
“Oh,- you dry up,” said McShoot,
“or we hvill blow 4he; topof your
head off.”
The Magistrate was silent, but tho
insult was not forgotten.
That night McBriar and McShoot
were seated in Magnolia; playing
poker with two cattle drovers. In
consideration of the fact that Me
Briar held as many aces as lie wAnted
and had every lounger in the room
telegraphing to him, it is not singu
lar that he had won some two thou-
s n 1 dollars.
Just then a voice was heard at tlfo
door, saying, “McBriar, come out
here a moment.”
McBriar stopped to tho door, put
out his head, and the last vision on
which his mortal eves rested wtifi the
outraged Justice of the Peace, be
hind a large double-barrelled goose
gun. The next moment came a
stunning report, and McBriar had
“the top of his head blown off.”
McShoot ran to the assistance of
his friend, but he was promptly met
by the other barrel, and off went the
top of his head.
Quiet now reigns in Bull Tail Flat.
At tho close of a hot afternoon lust
summer, when tho thermonc(.or
stood about one hundred degrees in
the shade, Judgo Thompson was
walking in an evidently jaded and
wearied condition, from the' court
house to Ids residence in Maysvillc.
Lawyer Smith, who disliked tho
Judge, saw him coming, and waited
for him, and the following conversa
tion occurred:
“You look weary and tired, judge.
Wlmt have you been doing this hot
afternoon?”
“Look weary and tired, do I?
Well, I think I should, for I am;
and you would too, if you had been
shut up in that hot, stuffy little
court-room from one to half-past
five, listening to a long dull argu
ment?”
“From one to half-past five! That
was a long time. Who made the
argument?”
“Oh, old Jones,”
“Well, what was Jones tryiug to
prove?” *
“As near as I could get at it, that
I was an ignoramus, and didn't know
anything about law.”
“Did you commit him?”
“No; commit him for wlmt?”
“For being so long ab6ut it,”
LOCOMOTIVE’S SPEED.
What an Old Engineer Says
about Running a Mile a
Minute.
; New York Sun.
| fast do you think we are
traveling!?” Charley Frazer, oiie of
tiie oldest engineers of the New
York, Lake Erie and Western rail
way, tikcd a Sun reporter as they
werd stab ding together on the foot
board of looomotivo.No. 309, rush
ing over l lie meadows toward Ruth-
going
“I should think wo Wore
nearly a mile a minute.”
“A mile a minute!” said Frazer.
“I doubt if you over-redo a mile a
minute. Few locomotives lmvo dri
ving-wheels over fivo feet, and I
have niy doubts if a live-foot wheeler
can be pushod. a mile a uiinito.
People have.a very erroneous idea of
tho speed of railroad trains.- Wo
tir not going now moro tlmn thirty-
five miles an hour, and this is very
fast. Few trains make this speed.
The passengers in tho cars. would
think wo were going a mile a min
ute sure, if I was to pull out the
throttle so as to send her to forty
miles an hour. Tho express trains
make no such time as the local
trains. Where we lose is with so
many stops. No man could stand on
a platform car and face tho wind
going a mile. i\ minute, and live.
IMie breath would actually bo blown
out o| his body. You cptildout
count the telegraph poles going a
minute. Talk to an old engineer of
that rate being made by a pussengor
train and lie would laugh. I made
a mile a minute once, however. It
ivas wh.m I was but eightoen years of
ag* in
charge of a fine six-foot wheel loco
motive/ There were a lot of rail
road moguls on board, and tho object
was to niako tho best time we could.
They were to ring tho gong when
the speed was a mile a nin,iito. I
thought .we were making it so.ue-
tiino before , tlie boll rang. At
length, oil a down-grade, with a full
head o^steiun, when we wore spin
ning along us if wo were all going
to destruction, and the motion of,
tho piston could be no longer distin
guished, the bell rang, ’ We hud
reached tho rate of a mile a minute.
It was the fastest I ever rode before
or since. 1 tried hard to niako a
mile a minute on subsequent miles,
but hiked it three or four seconds
every time. 1 emild’iit squeeze
another mile inside of sixty seconds.
When you hear a man talk about
riding in a passenger train that run
a mile a minute, don’t say anything
bnt mentally scratch off a good al
lowance.
A MutlUcn Conversion.
I gave her a rose and gave her a
ring, and I asked herto marry -me
then, but sho sent them all back, the
insensible thing, and said she’d no
notion of men. I told her I lrntl
oceans of money and goods, tried to
frighten her bad with a growl, but
she auswered she wasn’t brought up
in the woods, to be scared by the
screech of an owl. I called her a bag
gage and everything bad, I slighted
her features and form, till at length
I sueeecdeded in getting her mad und
she raged like the sou in a storm.
And then in a moment I turned and
smiled, and called her my angel and
all; she fell in my arms like a weari
some child, and exclaimed, “We will
marry this fall.”
Tell not your secrets in a corn
field; it lias thousands of ears. K : ss
not your girl in a pototo field; it bus
myriads of eyes.
“So,” said Hood, addressing the
gatekeeper, who was very hoarse,
“yon haven’t recovered yotir voice
yet?” ‘.No, sir,” the man answered;
W* cold.” “But
ifrtmh one? Why
ie old one cured ?”
Detroit Free Press Currency.
Limborgor choose is union. There
is strength in it.
Watch your dog. If ho dodges a
blow from n wot towel, hydrophobia
has taken root in hi s system.
No American traveler has flung
his wife over" tin Alpine precipice
thus far this season. Wives are wise
to stay at homo.
Colorado claims to have discovered
a mine of pure rosin, and the stuff,
mixed with Cincinnati lard, makes
excellent ehewitig gum for freckled
faced girls.
Spurgeon says he. does not blamo a
sinner for “kicking” against a poor
sermon. It is as much as lie can do
to sit tlirougli one, and lie’s an awful
good. man.
Tom Wright, of Virginia, got tired
of carrying an ounce ball arotuid in
bis log, and tho. other day took, a pair
of .pinchers and yanked it out and
gave it to his btlby to play with.
Oiie woman in a fishing party will
do more to scare away all tho"fish
than ton packs of firecrackers. Be
sides that, no man wants to put the
nook.of a bottle in his mouth when
women tiro around to misjudge Ins
motives.
The Wonderful Prayer.
Which? Why, that one which your
mother taught you. Did you ever
think, short though it be, how mu6h
there is in it? Like a diamond in
the crown of a queon, it unites a
thousand sparkling gems in one.
It teaches nil of ns, every one of
us, to look lo God as our parent—
“Out Father.”
.It prompts ns to raise our t houghts
amY dftsii’fis-.abevc earth-— “Who art
iii heaven.”
It tells ns wo must roveronco our
heavenly Father—“Hallow.cd bo thy
name,” .
It breathes a missionary spirit—
“Thy kingdom come.”
And a submissive, obedient spirit
—“Thy will be done on earth as it is
in heaven.”
And a dependent, trusting spirit—
“Give us .this day our daily bread.”
And a forgiving spirit—“Forgive
us out;, trespasses as wo forgivo those
who trespass against us.”
And a cautious spirit—“Deliver us
from evil.”
And last of all, tin adoring spirit—
“For tlrino is tho kingdom, and the
power, and the glory, forever aud
over, amen.”
Now is it noc both a woriVorfnl
and a beautiful prayer? Jesus, our
dear Saviour, taught it; and who
could bettor tell us how to pray lo
his Father, and our Father, to his
God and our God?
Give Him His Dub.—It is alto
gether too absurd to say that “Man
is not perfect.”— who is there who
has hot mot with many who wore
perfect strangers, some who were
perfect rascals, and not a few who
were perfect fools?
“Tell mo, ye angelic hosts, ye
messengers of love, shall swindled
prinLors hero below liavo no redress
above? The shining angel band re
plied, to us it knowledge given; de
linquents on the priutor’s books can
never enter heaven. ”
Latest Market Reports.
IL nor.—Scarce, old stock exhaus
ted and the new will bo a failure.
Virtue.— Old growth nearly con
sumed, young growth prospect very
unpromising.
Honesty.—None iu the market.
Prudence.—All in the hands of
old stockholders and held elose.
Modesty.—Stock badly damaged,
none for sule to street speculators.
Vice.—Market overstocked.
Pride.—Market glutted.
Politeness.— Cheap holders unable
to dispose of at any present rates.
Scandal.—None at wholesale, dealt
in chiefly by peddlers at retail.
Love.—None offered except for the
greenbacks.
A “Pintetl” Question.
From an exchange wc clip tho fol
lowing “pintod” anecdote;
Not long sinco, being upon one of
my piscatorial perambulations, I
oamo across a man and brother, one
of tho nation’s wards, who, like my
self, was vainly endeavoring to ontico
from the placid waters of the Witli-
lacooolioo, fish enough to make a
frying pan fool liko it had a mission
Now, I, that have fished from the
blue tipped mountains of West Vir
ginia, away down to tho “S’wanoo
ribber,” am somewhat inclined to be
hypercritical when fish won’t bito.
Says the man and brother:
“Mars’ Billy, ain’t you one ov dom
fiUTinors ?” ~
“ vVoll, Sam, 1 am not “native aud
‘o: tho manor born.” T urn from old
Virginia.”
“Olo Forginny!, I didn’t think
you growed dat ar inufftash in dis
hero pitiev woods country. Fo’God,
it’s mos’ long as my fi.dtin’ pole !
Sum good land iu Ole Forginny,
Mars’ Billy ?”
“ Yes, Stun, some of the very lipst
hind in the world.”
‘Heap hotter dan ’tis here in
A great deal better, Sam.”
“Fokds up dnr 13 got heap mo'
mutiny dan we’uns?”
“Oh, vos, money is far more plen
tiful in Virginia.
“Do utmonsfoar is mo’ slowbrins?”
“Much moro so, Sain.”
“Well, look u’yar, Mars’ Billy, I’m
gwiuo to ax you a pinted quoshun,
Ef do Ian’ is bettor in Olo Forginny,
an’ do mtinny is hoop mu', and do
atrnou.tfe tr is mo’ slowbritiB, den
wliiit dobbil- did yon oum to Georgy
fur, cnnyliow, Mars’ Billy ? I ux
ynr. Uo! he! ho!”
“Hold on, Sum, I’ve got a bito,”
and out upon the groon sward was
landed that sweetest of nil South
Georgia fish, a noble “supkor.” I
Imd no moro timo to talk to Sum.
CJhlJtlren’H Sayings.
.Little Mamie wont to grandma'a
to dinner ono day. After looking
over tho tablo sho suddonly exclaim
ed, just before gmoo:
“H’m, I don’t liko Yankoo Doo-
dlol”
“Grandma’s laugh was contagious;
but grandpa ooiildn’t soo the point,
until wo explained sho meant maecu-
ronj, and could not remember tho
mime, only us associated with our
natural song, which she had heard
tho children sing.
The sumo litfclo girl onco said,
' * " tie t
“Grandma, only little children tell
stories. Big peoplo only make mis*
tuliex, but it souihIh tome liko stories
someti tnes.”
During tlie cold days we bad a
S iranmun blossom out beautifully.
y little three-year-old and his
mother, stood looking at it, when
he exclaimed, “Mamma, I guess Gfod
thinks it is summer.”
Complimentary to tlie Jewa.
Tho Jews are among tho most
moral and law-abiding citizens of any
community, aud are no public ex
pense whatever, either no criminals
or paupers. It is tho exception when
one of their number is fontid in any
of tmr prisons; none of their children
arc in our houses of rofugo; none of
their adults iu our almshousos. They
have their own hospitals for their
sick, aiid- homes for their friendless
children. They are loyal people to
any government in. which their lot
may be cast. As a tangible proof to
tho'r loyulty to our land, they bavo
our coat-of-arms embroidered on a
velvet curtain, which hangs m front
of their holy places in their syna-
gouges, in which are deposited their
scriptures; and always at the end of
their Bubbath und religious services
they repeat a prayer (iu English) for
our President and ull in authority.
There is a yearly record kept by tho
Jews of ull crimes committed by
their members iu every country; and
it is assorted by one of their highest
officials that not more than ono Jew
in fifty years is hung for murdor
throughout tho whole world.—[Ex-