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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,