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VOL. 2.
DUBLIN, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 5, 1879.
NO. 20
O
Dungeness.*
On a lonely wooded isle
Where the southern summers smile,
Stand a sad and stately pile.
Ivy drapes its mouldering sides,
And the south wind’s plaintive plea
lllendeth with the chanting tides
Of the moaning sea.
All met once those-roofless halls
Where the silence now appals,
Raug with mirth of festivals]
Where tlie banquet's stateliness
Pilled the night with noble glee,
Long ago a Dungeness
By the moaning sea.
Through these doors at eventide
Shudows pale still flit and glide,
Stalwart hero, fairy bride,
Prom the graves where evermore
They are slumbering peacefully
In the forest on the shore
Of the moaning sea.
The magnolia breathes its balm
And the moonlight slecpeth calm
O’er the slowly swaying palm;
Owlets hoot and fireflies gleam,
Siicnt bats dart cifishly
Through the ruin like a dream
By the moaning sea.
Round about lioar oak woods brood
Guardians of the solitude,
Lest the centuries intrude,
For the marching ages press,
And the changes yet to be
Steal on gray old dungeness
By the moaning sea.
S. G. W. Benjamin
* Cumberland island was granted
to General Nathaniel Greene by the
state of Georgia as a reward for his
juilitarv services. During the late
war, while it was in charge of the
household servants, the interior was
burned, but the walls yet remain, a
picturesque ruin. In the adjoining
forest, is the family cemetery, con
taining the graves "of the wife of
General Greene, his daughter, and
• several grandchildren, and.the tomb
of General “Light-horso” Harry Lee,
father of the late General Lee.
•% if —Home Journal.
THE DEAD WOMAN’S
JEWELS,
In the fall of the year 1830 u wid
ow lady of about thirty, with a maid
servant and a young lady friend as a
companion, took up her residence in
West Spruce street. She came from
Paris, where she had lost her hus
band, and came to America intend
ing to make it her future home.
Her name was Louise Bertolotte,
and she was possessed of oonsidera-
. bio means, which enabled her to live
? . without any care or anxiety about
the future. She was not of a gay
disposition, rather courting retire
ment. Her friend and companion
evidently furnished her with all the
entertainment she required.
A magnificent set of diamonds
were her boast and pride. They
were composed of stones of rare
beauty and of remarkable purity
and finish. The settings were of
exquisite workmanship and unique
design. Being an heir-loom for
many generations, it *was natural
that she regarded the jewels with
ancestral pride and reverence.
She rarely wore them—never in
public; yet in spite of this discretion
on her part, a burglar gained access
-to her private apartment one night,
secured the casket containing the
rare jewels, and was about to make
off with them quietly, as he thought
no one had been awakened, when,
to his surprise, a tall, solemn-faced
^ woman stood in the door way with a
pistol pointed directly at him.
“Put down that casket,” said she,
in a calm but determined tone of
voice.
He replied not to his command,
but stood in mute surprise and ad
miration of this bravo woman. She
repeated her command, when, in-
. stead of obeying it, he thrust the
casket into his bosom, inside of his
vest, and backed out of another dooi
which led to the attic. She fired
and a cry of pain told that he .was
hit. Upon this he. turned his back
. upon her and fled precipitately up
> . the stairway and into the npper part
of the building.
The pistol shot and her call for
help attracted two watchmen, whom
} she admitted and informed them of
what had occurred. They at once
ascended the stairs and entered the
garret. They found that the burglar
had escaped by the trap-door, which
was discovered open. On going out
on the roof they sent the rays of
their bull’s-eye lanterns in every di
rection, but the thief was not to be
seen after a thorough search all over
the roof and those in vicinity.
Next day she had an interview
with the mayor, and placed before
him a sheet of paper containing steel
engravings representing foe similes
of each separate jewel in the outire
set.
These are accurate representa
tions,” said she, in a calm, business
like tone. “I have a number of
them in my possession, and as many
copies as you desire are at your dis
posal. r authorize you to offer five
thousand dollars reward for their
restoration.”
She then gave such a vivid de
scription of the burglar that the
captain of the watch, whom the
mayor had summoned, at once nam
ed the culprit.
“It is Nick Devlin,” said he, at
once. “Wo will have him into cus
tody before the week is out.”
The lady went away quite compos
ed with this assurance, feeling per
fectly satisfied that the robber would
nor, dare offer the jewels for sale after
the distribution of those steel engrav-
ings.
But. alas! she cherished hopes
that would never be realized during
her life time. Days, weeks, months
and years flew by and neither the
jewels nor the robber wore heard of
or seen again.
The lady fell into a deep melan
choly as years passed Without any
tidings of her beloved jewels. Her
young companion did all that kind
ness and tender sympathy could ac
complish, hut of no avail. The loss
preyed deeply on her mind, and she
would not be comforted. It did not
affect her in a financial point, for
she did not value them in that light,
and besides, she possessed more than
sufficient for all her needs; but the
fact that they had been handed down
from generation to generation for
upward of two hundred years, and
now to have them stolon by a mid
night thief, was more than she could
boar. It weighed so heavily upon
her mind that she finally became de
ranged and was placed in a private
assy hi rn, attended by her faithful
companion, Evaliuc Montrose.
She survived her loss twenty years
hut one half of that period she lived
a quiet and peaceful life. Her mind
was entirely gone, and she had noth
ing to weigh down her spirits in hqr
last moments.
Before this final calamnity over
took her she made her will, in
which she made Evaliuc her sole
heiress, including the diamonds if
they ever came to light.
The above strange tale was told to
Vnrnoe one summer afternoon by an
old ex-watchman of the mayor’s pri
vate office. He remembered every
circumstance connected with tho
“great and mysterious diamond rob
bery;” os it was called at the tjjnc.
. “And neither thief or diamonds
ever turned up?” asked the detective
greatly interested.
“Never!” said the old man. “The
engravings of the jewels were sent to
different cities—a description of
Nick Devlin likewise; but year after
year rolled away, and young; men
grew middle-aged, while I and
others of my age grew old and in
firm, but none of us ever heard aught
again of either the robber or tho
diamonds.”
The old man departed, and Vur-
noe sat like one in a dream. The
impenetrable mystery that enshroud
ed the theft charmed, entranced
him, us it were. How he would like
to have been at hand when it occur
red! What an opportunity it would
have afforded him to test his detec
tive abilities!
The mayor regarded him with a
smile. He knew what the tenor of
his thoughts were; he was aware of
Varnoo’8 deep attachment to his chos
en vocation. A profound sigh at
length escaped the detective’s lips,
as he lifted his eyes to his honor’s
face. Then, in a deep, solomn
voice, ho said:
“I would give a thousand dollars
to have such an affair occur, and I
be placed on the track of the thief!”
The mayor was about to make a
remark to this outburst when a gen
tleman was unnoticed.
He was of decided jowish origin—
tall, handsome fantlessly dressed.
He introduced himself as Isaac
Cohen, pawnbroker, No. 240, Cedar
street.
Varnoo was about to depart, when
his honor observed: “Stay a mo
ment, Mr. Vnrnoe; possibly your
services may bo required.”
At tho mention of that magic
name the Hebrew gentlemen started
and turned his face to the defective,
then asked his honor:
“Do I understand yon to say this
gentleman is Vnrnoe, the detective?”
“This is the gentleman,” was tho
reply.
“Then request him to remain,”
rejoined the Israelite. “I think
there will be something to interest
him in the tale I have to tell.”
The gentleman then took a paper
box out of his poeket, opened it, and
took out of it a tarnished finger ring.
•It contained a single stone of unu
sual size, which flashed and sointilat-
ed as only a diamond can.
“Do you see this laying it on the
table before his honor.
“.Yes; it is a beatiful diamond of
the antique pattern,” was tho re
sponse, as he took it in his hand.
“But Jhnvo you no suspicion
whence it came, or, rather, liave ymi
no idea who tho rightful owner is?”
pursued the Jew gentlemen, in eager
tones.
“I have no idea,” replied the may
or, gazing at the speaker with an in
quiring look.
The other then took a folded pa
per from a note-book and spread it
before his honor.
“By heavens!” exclaimed he, when
his face fell upon the engravings,
“the Bertolotte diamonds /”
“Only one of them your honor,”
rejoined the other correcting him.
Vornoo sprang from his seat in an
instant and gazed at the jewels with
great interest; then compared it with
its fac simile on the paper. It was
one of those jewels beyond tho
slighest doubt, and both gentlemen
so pronounced it.
The visitor wore a pleased expres
sion on hearing them express their
convictions. Then, in answer to
their eager inquiries how it came in
to his possession, told them the fol
lowing tale:
“Yesterday a gentleman of forty
or thereabout called at my placo of
business, and asked me if I was a
judge of diamonds, On giving an
affirmative answer, ho submitted
this for examination. You must
know,” said the gontlcmun digress
ing at this point, “my father con
ducted tho business before me—in
fact at tho time the unhappy lady
was so shamefully robbed of her
heir-looms;and I, being then a young
lad, frequently examined those en
gravings an made them a study.
The size, shape and design of cuch
individual jewel were deeply impress
ed on my youthful memory. Well,
sirs, the moment my eye fell upon
this ring—tarnished as it is-^I know
it at once as one of tho Bertolotte
diamonds. I betrayed nothing of
my thoughts to the stranger, but
watched his face narrowly as I pro
nounced it a diamond of the first
water! He was apparently surprised
and delighted at my words; thou
asked me if I could name its market
value? I offered him fifteen hundred
dollars for it. He accepted it at
once, much as though he feared I
was quizzing him. But wheu I
counted out the money and pushed
it toward him he eagerly grasped it,
and put it iutoliis pocket and turned
to go, when I carelessly asked him if
he had any others of the. same pat
tern? Hoy replied, in a hesitating
manner ‘yes’ and ‘no;’ then conclud
ed by saying: ‘I may lmvo some more.
If I have.Ill cull on you first. Good
day.’ Anil ho left the shop.”
“I summoned my son, a lad. of
twelve, and pointed out the man to
him; bade him follow him and ascer
tain whehj ho resided, and what his
name and business were. -I impress
ed the boy with the vital importance
of his ermlid, and ehjoihcd him not
to loose sight of him undernny cir
cumstances until he had informed
himsolf of li.is name and residence.
“Half an hour after the boy re
turned and had gained the desired
information. You may judgo of my
surprise when tho boy told me where
he lived. It is in the house occupied
by. Louise Bertolotte at tho time she
was robbed!”
Both gentlemen expressed intoneo
surprise* and his honor exchiimod,
he must bo an accomplice of Nick
Devlin!”
But the other gonllcmun thought
not, neither did Varnoo.
“The rascal had doubteoss hidden
them,” pursued his honor, “and be
fore lie could rocovor them was evi
dently imprisoned for somo fresh
crime of u more serious nature, and
served a long term under another
name. Perhaps this is a friend of
his, and Nick may be dead, and has
left instructions in a letter where to
find tho stolen jewels,” concluded
tho mayor, excitedly.
Mr. Cohen smiled and looked at
Varnoo. That gentleman bogged
permission to state his impressions.
This being accceded to, ho spoke
us follpwsLi^...^ _
‘My opinion about the matter • is
this: I think Nick Devlin was seri
ously wounded at that .JjJ'pio, and,
being aware of this, ho must lmvo
hidden'tho jewels somewhere nbont
tho premises, since tho nmn in ques
tion rosides there at present. I
doubt if this person is aware of what
transpired there twenty-three years
ago; and finding those jewels by ac
cident, probably, it was but nutural
that ho would seek to ascertain
whether they were of any value.
What is your opinion Mr. Colion?”
asked ho of that gontleman.
“1 agree witli you Mr. Varnoo,”
replied he, “hut not to every point.
I think the gentleman knows some
thing about tho great diamond rob
bery, for on inquiry, I learned that
lie asked very pointedly whether tho
house had once been occupied by
Madame Louise Bertolotte. On be
ing assured of the fact, bo at once
leased it for three yeurs.”
“Ho lives in it with hiB family I
presumo?” remarked Varnoe.
“Not so,” replied the Israelite.
‘Ho occupies but one room, and has
solo possession of the house!”
“Lives alone there exclaimed Vur-
noo.
“Quite alone!”
“Ah! lie must bo ‘shadowed,’ ” ob
served Varnoe. ,
“Most cprtainly!” jmt in the may
or’. “And you Mr. Colion, will in
form us at once should he offer
others of those diamonds to you?”
“Most assuredly, your honor,” re
plied that gontleman.
(G'onoludcd next week.)
“How LONG IIAH Sun JIAD’KM?”—
A green young man saw for the first
time a school-girl going through somo
of her gymnastic exercises, for the
amusement of the little ones at home.
After gazing at her with looks of
interest and commiseration for a
while, ho asked a hoy near by “if
that gal had fits.” “No,” replied
the lad, contemptuously, “that’s
gymnastics.” “Oil, ’tis, hey,” re
plied .verdant. “How long lias she
had ’em?”
Beauty in a modest woman is like
a fire or sword at a distance; neither
doth the one burn nor tho other
wound those that cotnc not too close
to them.
sweet William
Tunes His Lyre to tho Season.
Atlanta Constitution,
‘‘The cricket chirrups on the hearth
The crackling faggot flics.
Tho air is cool and lively. Tho
family lmvo peartoned up and ovory-
thing is lovely around the farmer's
comfortable fire. How invigorating
is the first chilling breeze of coming
winter. Tho hungry horses nicker
for their corn; tho cattle follow you
around; tho pesky pigs squeal at
3’our foot, and this dependence of
the brutes upon us for their daily
food, makes a man feel his con se
quence as ho struts among thorn liko
a little king. The lovo of dominion
is very natural. It provokos a kind
liness of heart, and if a man hasn’t
got anything elso to lord it over it’s
some comfort to lovo and holler at
his dog. I’ve seen the day, oh,
blessed day, whon I strutted around
among my darkies liko a putriarch.
1 felt like I was running an unlimited
monarchy on a limited soalo. Th^
wore happy then and so wore we.
But they have gone to the dogs long
sinco, and are scattered and poor and
destitute. Freedom ruined cm and
it’s mighty nigh ruined us. I wish
I could rimy a nigger. I just want
to holler at him after the same old
fashion :
.“Hero, Dick, you lazy rascal, go
and saddle my horse. Bo quick now
or I’ll larp you with a polo 20 foot
long.”
I want to buy one for Mrs. Arp
and sometimes I dream l hear the
music of her old familiar call: “Becky
why don’t you come along with that
coal hod?” “I’so cornin’ mam.”
“Rosana, wliat in the world are you
doing; haven’t you found that noodle
yet?” “I’so most found it, mam.*’
Poor tiling; patient and proud, she
hunts hgr own noodles now, and tho
coal hod falls'to mo.
But. we still live, thank the good
Lord, and are worrying through this
checkered life as gracefully as possi
ble. What’s the use of brooding over
trouble when yon can’t help it.
Sometimes when a rainy day comes
and all on I-doors is wot and sloppy,
and I lie dogs track mud in the piazza,
and the children have to bo penned
up in tho house, and everything is
gloonly, we got sad and look on the
dark side and long for things wo
haven’t got. Wlion- tho littlo chaps
play hide and Book till they get tired
and shove the chairs around for ears
and engines and look at all the pic
tures and cut up all the newspapers
and* turn summersets on tlioir little
bed, and then got restless und whine
around for freedom, Mrs Arp opens
her school and stands nin up by the
buro to say their lessons. •
“Now, Carl, lot mo see if you can
say your psalm. Put your hands
down and hold up yonr head.”
“Tho Lord is my sheppard. I
shall not want. lie—-lie-— he—”
“Let that fly alone and put your
hands down. He nmketh me to lie
down—”
“lie maketh mo to lie dtfwn in
green pastures. He, he—”
“Quit pulling at thut curtain. He
leudeth me—”
“He leadoth me. La, mama, yon
der comes a covered wagon. I speck
its got apples.”
“Carl, stand away from that win
dow. If I take switch to yon I’ll
make you look aftor apple wagons.
He leudeth me—”
“Ho leudeth me—-in the house of
the Lord forever.”
“Bless lhy soul, if he hasn’tskippod
over to the very end. Where are you
going now?”
“Mama, I want a drink of water
—mama, please give me and Jessie
an apple.”
“No, sir, you shant smell of an
apple. Every time I try to teach
you something you want wutor or un
apple or go to catchiug flics. I wish
I had thut switch tliats up on the
clock.”
“I’ll get it for you,” said I.
“No you needn’t, either. Just go
ou with your writing, l wish you
would let mo nyinago tho children,
All tho lourning they over got 1 have
to ding dong it into cm. When I
want tho switch I can got it. Hero,
Jessie, como and say your verses.”
Ami Jessie goes through with “Let
dogs dolight” like a daisy. Oh, she’s
smart, as a steel trap~=-just like her
mother. I wish yon could see Mrs,
Arp’s smile when some other woman)
comes along and norates the smart
sayings of her juvenile.
“Ain’t it strange,” says she to mo,
“how blindedmost mothers are about
their ohildron. Mrs. Trotter thinks
her Julia a world's wonder, but Jes
sie says things ovory day a hoap
smarter, and I never thought any
thing about it.”
“Josso;” says I; “ohildron are
shore to bo smart when tlioy have a
smart mother. Their meanness all
comes from tho old man.”
But tho rainy days don’t last for-
ovor. Sunshine follows cloud and
storm and darknoss. I’m glad, for
your sukos, that its blessed rays are
beaming upon your fair. Mrs. Arp,
my wife, hinted to tho children (she
nevor asks mo for anything) that if
the weather was pleasant and she had
a littlo passol of monoy sho would
like to go down; and so I stirred lip
things and when I came homo the
other night and found hor knitting
away in that same old corner I pull
ed out 22 dollars of rout-cotton mon
ey and assuming a pathotio attitudo,
recited:
“Turn, Angelina, ever dear,
, My charmer, turn to see
Thine own, thy longlost William hero
Restored to heaven und thee."'
And I laid the shining silver in hor
lap.
“I didn’t know you wore lost,”
said she, “1 hover missed yon. You
stick as close to mo as a Siamese twin
—sometimes I wish you wore Jost for
a while.”
“Nowyon can go to the fair,” said
I, “and bny^yoursolf rich at the dol
lar store.”
“Rich! dollar store indeed! what
will #20 do when the girls want
shawls and shoes and winter hats,
and the boys haven’t got anything
and tho sheets are worn out and wo
are obligor! to have two pair of blan
kets mid there isn’t a decent carpet
in tho house to say nothing of .wjiat
I need for my own comfort.
“And mine too,” said I meekly.
“Well, yes, and yonre too. But
von dont care how you go.”
“I’m mailing on humility and
good manner#,” said I.
‘Good manners indeed—Mr. Free
man came down hero last night and
you laid down on the bed and went
to sloop right before him.”
“Well, my dear, I didn’t go to do
it. I just laid down with Carl to
humor him off , and I hud worked
so hard and .was so tired, and yon
know that Nabor Freeman didn’t
como to Bee mo no how, and yon was
entertaining him so delightfully that
the mnsio of your heavenly voice
lulled mo into slumbor. But if he
had brought the partner of his joys
with him I wouldn’t lmvo gono to
sleop if I could and I couldn’t if I
would.”
‘Oh, do stop yonr rigumarolo,”
said Mrs. Arp, “I know yon were
tired and I upoligizod for you tiro
best I could. I’ll just keep this
money, but I’m not going to tho
fair.”
And sire lias hid it in somo corner
where it’s ns safe from me and bur*
glare as a banker’s vault.
Why dident you send us a free
pass or get the railroad to put tho
round trip down to a dollar, and then
you would have got that monoy and
been #20 better off. Yours,
. Bill Am\
P. S.—Newt Tumlin didont say
that Grady smelt tho “bottle” from
afur. A “battle” and a bottlo aro
diffe’ront things, though they use up
a man all tho same, pin inclined tq
think you done it i\ purpose, hut J
don’t care anything about it If (irmly
don’t. " B. A.
Tho emperor of Germany begins
every morning by reading his Bibh?
und is estvenioty religious,