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VOL. 3.
DUBLIN, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 5, 1881.
MASQUERADING.
“Just lend u lmnd here, will yon,
yfmng riiau?”
The tone was imperative, but the
person addressed did not stir. Ho
was leaning against the railing of a
porch, gazing at.sunset clouds piled
fore him. A touch scarcely more
than a feather’s weight, upon his
shoulder startled him, and he turned
with a quick, angry flash, iis llie im
perative voice repeated;
“Just lend a hand,”—and then,
the sumo voice interrupting itself,
added: “I. beg your pardon, 1
thought--thut Is—”
a*Voli thought I was a working
mm,” said a clear, high-bred voice.
“Well, I am one! What can 1 do to
earn an holiest dollar?”
“Bless me!” muttered the. firs!
speaker, “I am sure—1—w§]l, if yoil
can help about getting these tilings
in?”
“But you are young and good
looking, and—” here the old gentle
man paused—“see here,” lie added
presently, “I am going to tell yon
something about myself. I aim John
James Marty n, a merchant in Bos
ton, and I have one child, only six
teen, but sick, ah me! with disease
of the lungs. Her mother died of
’consumption, and the (idffSfflPM 1
me she must live in a soft climate.
So I saw this place advertised, came
here, looked at it, and bought it.
*Next week, Rena, my little girl, and
toy filter, Mrs. Couyar, will come
here to live. Now Rena i.s too
young to stop her education, so sup
pose you teach her French and Grcr-
“Thcse things” consisted of'sever-
al -van loads of handsome modern
‘furniture standing in the front ave
nue of a splendid country seat, in
Virginia, one of the estates which
had gone from father to son through
. several generations, until now, when
it.wiis sold to an alien, the coaiv-e-
fuatured, strong-voiced man who
'-r^iatood superintending the transport u-
>^ii>n of his household goods from the
to the different rooms in the
' large house.
> “H’m! jgm!” ho said, looking
v ' about him. “what; a lor of rubbish!
Spinner told me the liou4> was part-
, amount to n row of pitH. I suppose
private sitting room, as soon as he
understood the case.
“I find we must part,” lie said
very gently, “and I regret it deeply;
but I will send yoir to Boston as our
corresponding clerk, if you will ac
cept the poition.”
“Part! Go to Boston!” cried the
young m;m.
“is it mil best fur von?
“Yes! You are right! You.have
guessed, then, the secret I thought I
guarded so well.”
“That you love Rena?”
“Yes. Let'mo tell you my story.
Mr. Martvn, You think that I am
Rena will go wild oyer it. though,
as spimlie-legged chairs and cracked
mirrors are the latest ‘rage,’ * Do
you know of any likely voting fellow
who would take cure of-my horses for
awhile?” lie asked, turning to the
young man who had been busily cm-
plovod in assisting llie wagon drivers.
“You seem to belong about here.’
“Yes! 1 know the country near
here well. 1 am looking foremploy-
inent myself. Imt I have no refer
ences. I have been in this part of
tlie country only a few weeks.”
“No references, eh? That’s bad/
But I-like your.face! Wait till I’ve
paid these fellows ami we'll have u
talk. Now,” he said, taking a seal
upon the rustic sofa or. the porch.
“I'm a plain-spoken mail myself,
and I can see that you are a gentle
man. You’re above grooming horse-
unless you've forfeited your position
/by being a rascal!”
The quick indignant blood started
into Ins face.
“There! eusyjiow. I don’t want
to insult vmt but you kn6w i£ l'ooks
odd.”
“It is easily explained. I am u
victim of groat expectations. I have
been brought np and educated as a
gentleman. Through no fault of my
own I am a beggar.”
“Give me your word as a gentle
man that it is through no fault of
your own.”
“1 can do that. No honorable
man need shrink from clasping my
/hand.”
'“I believe you. Now telf me
what*you can do.”
“I can take care of horses because
I loved my own enough to often
groom them.”
“Nonsense!. Can you keep
books?”
“Good accountant?”
“1 am afraid not.”
“Never been in business?”
“Never. Since I graduated
Harvard five years ago, I have been
in Europe travelling for pleasure.”
A long whistle answered this state
ment, but Edward Si and hope did
not resent it. Something about the
corkial old gentleman assured him
that he had found a friend.
“I wonder now,” said his compan
ion, presently, “if you could teach
languages?”
“Yes. I nut not afraid to under
take that,”
“You are too kind—too good.”
“Only—see how 1 trust you—give
me your word of honor you will not,
make love to my child. She is too
young to he anything but romantic.”
“I give yon my word of honor to
always remember my position, and
hers. You may trust me.”
Just a week later, Mrs. Cotiyer
gave her opinion of this in one terse
sentence:
“John James, you always were an
idiot and you always will.be.”
Yet this cslitiYable lady herself was
forced to admit that the young
teacher “knew his place and kept
it.” Every morning Serena Marty a
(Mine into (he library with her books
and tormented the soul of Edward
Stanhope till be was nearly driven
to. desperui ion. Yet every morning
watching.them keenly Mrs. .Couyar
was forced to admire his Unfailing
paiicncu. ; his gentle courtesy, and the
wluit he endeavored to teach. That
Serena, beautiful with the pir.est
blonde beatify, graceful as a fairy,
with ;i]l a child’s winsome frankness
tud all a woman’s power of fuseina-
at
it presumptions fool, but perhaps,
you will change your min'd. l am a
gentleman bv birth, but my parents
were lost at. sea when 1 was a boy.
One of the passengers on the steamer
saved my life and brought me to his-
home. His own wife and child were
lost, and he became fond of mo. He
was wealthy, and he adopted me,
giving me his name, and leading mo
to suppose 1 won Iff be his heir. It
wits wronging no one, as his nearest
relative was a nephew who was im
mensely rich, and has lived for years
in California. There was no expense
spared in my education, and vet I
was taught nothing practical,- no
trade, ho profession by which 1
might earn my bread. When I loft,
college my benefactor, whom I had
called father for many long years
took me-abroad, and-we traveled to
gether four years. Then, for the
first time we separated, as he grew
homesick, and I was wild to visit
Eastern lands. He returned home,
almost forcing me to join a party
who were- bound to OrientitU/ddM/
nown to be Honest and
if you urq nominated
tho masses!” \
lion, was a bewitching pupil, cannot
be. denied. She was wonderfully
piick in enrolling llie conversational
language, mastering the poetry or
literature, but willfully stubborn
about, rules, grammar or dry rou
tine: '
•The construction of I he lan
guage,” she said, defiantly, “does
not interest me. I like the” poetry
—i lie l.nauty of it,”
•But the poetry would lose it*
beauty if it were not gramat ical,” ur-
god Edward.
“Never mind; I will learn in my
own wav. We will read and -talk,
at I-won’t lea n whole-pages of hor
rid verbs or rules.”
Read and talk!
This then, was the situation/ A
handsome, highly informed but pen
niless gentleman, and a beautiful,
willful!, fascinating girl, bending
for hours over poetry and fiction in a
foreign language, the' one reading,
halting and demanding instruction,
the oilier gravely correcting mistakes
and giving his whole attention to his
duty, while his heart was tortured
every hour by bin in-^mioo. Hckept
aloof from the family as much as
it was possible for an inmate of the
same house to do. At meal times
lie was treated with frank, genial
courtesy, and his hours of employ
ment were appointed ones. But he
had much leisure, and in that time
lie was poblom in the house unless
stormbound.
lie tried by correspondence to find
employment elsewhere; he wrote oc
casionally for t lie current periodicals,
and be met with favor; but he was a
man who suffered deeply from the
overthrow of life’s prospects, and
who never having loved before, lash
ed his conscience unmercifully for
loving where he was bound in honor
to keep silence:
It. was a year before matters came
to a climax. Rena had been ill, and
in her delirium her aunt heard words
that warned her to send Edward
Stanhope away, unless they wore
prepared to give this one |>eL idol of
the household to his loving care.
It was not in Mr. Murtyn’s nature
to mince .mutters, and he sent for
Edwurd Staubojte to come to his
tries. ATicro
I went for Paris to find a summons,
two months old, to return to Ameri
ca. When I reached mv old home,
my dear adopted father was dead,
and I was-thrust into the world pen
niless. 'The lawyer who attended to
all my benefactors legal affairs told
me there was surely a will, leaving
me everything, but it could not he
found. The nephew claimed the
entire estate and sold the homestead.
I left Norfold stunned, and citinc to
my old homo to find a stranger in
possession.”
Bless mv soul/ Your adopted
father’s namedidn’t happen to
he Wainwright, did it? Thin didn’t
happen to he the old homcstVad, eh?
And your name isn't Edward Wain
wright, is it?”
“You knew me, then?”
“Not. a bit. of it. But why didn’t
you tell me your name, instead of
masquerading under another one?”
“My name is Edward Stanhope
When I lost all else Mr. Wainwright
intended to give me, I gave up the
name I held only by his adoption
Oh, that’s it. Well, Mr. Stan
hope, I had not been here a month
before I found the will of Mr. Wain
wright in that-queer old desk in my
bedroom. Rena wanted the desk,
and Avlmn. jva found
this important document behind one
of the drawers, very (jungly hidden,
hut'quite accidentally so, I judge.
I sent it to your lawyer who inform
ed mo that young Wainwright had
disappeared.”
“'The property is mine, then!
“Yes. I suppose there will be
some delay about selling the house
again, and it is a bother to me, since
1 really feel at home liefe.”
“But why need you sell it again?
You know my love for Rena. If
she will listen to me now that I dure
speak—”
“Oh, yes, bless me, how forgetful
that I am! Yes, yes! Yon wont-
want that position as corresponding
clerk.”
“But I will never forget the kind
ness that offered it to me!”
“Yes—yes—and you won’t take
mv little girl quite awav from me.
Tfic house is large enough for all of
One Who Won’t Go.
There are some men who do not
lose their presence of mind when
confronted with shirtliiig political
nows. One of this class, an easy
going, honest-tnilidcd elector, was
mysteriously approached the other'
day by an “nnkhown,” who very
then whispered: •
“I have beeii'deputized, sir to wait
on you and saV the boys are talking
of you ns a Congressional candidate.”
' YWjj " '*
You are 1
reliable, and
you will can
“Perhaps.’
“All that you have got to do is to
keep still,” continued the unknown.
“Just lot us work the boom for .you.
You arc our man. You have our
espeet and confidence. Mum’s the
word—we’ll fix things. You’ll ac
cept?”
“Well, 1 guess so.”
“Good! You are in -(die hands.of
your friend. Don’t u word.”
The unknown left ihp olfiejs on
tiptoe, but in ten minutes lid return
ed, and thj*n carelessly remarked:
“Oh! by' the wav, I’m $5 short on
little bill to-dav. If you could
spare-it, I’d bo everso’niuch obliged,
and I’d return it on Saturday. .. .
“Say,” replied the citizen lit a
whisper, as lie beckoned the other to
the door—“nil you’ve got to do is to
keep still! You are in the 1 ands of
your friend ! Don’t, sav a yvord! Lot
mo fix This boom for you.”'
He shoved the. iinkndv
A. T. Stuart’s Body. *
Tho hotly of A. T. Stuart has nev
er been recovered. That is tho in
formation I have from persons close
to Judge Hilton. The thieves who
stole it relied upon a woman’s weuk-
hoss to redeem the body at 1 a costly
price. But to the same religious
||||u£| Mvs. Stliart^ fnejitls appeal
ed when they tolu her lliat if slu*
purchased those poor bones no man
would lio safe in his grave; that they
wore not,, ueccsfkry to the repose of
her husbands soul, and that if lie
could appear to her in spirit ho would
toll her never togiveono cent to keep
alive such-an example.. Hence, the
grave rubbers had their nasty work
and subsequent expense and long
waiting on a reward for nothing. I
once asked Judge Hilton for inform
ation on that subject and lie said :
“1 would probably loll you if I had
anything to-say, but' tho newspaper
discussion of. tho subject is mainly
designed to assist tluoves and extort
money from Mrs. Stuart. When the
subject dies out, and the wounds of
of tho hour are healed, it may be
time to talk up that, question.”
The Railroad Commission.
Ht. Louis Globe Democrat,,
Georgia has a mi 1 way*coiitinission,
and the gentlemen composing it soeni
to bo impressed with a belief that
they must perform their lawful du
ties oven at the awful risk of offend
ing tho railway managers. A few
weeks ago the commissioners notified
the cprpory Mous that. , no freight
He shoved the. unknown gently/ /fipq|m^^^t ; I)ap£iriHj.tted enjoy tho
out, locked the door and went back' winds in consequence of any pooling Not a week
ihat sort
the nomit
gjptP
ition./—J/i- Quad.
'i
/ •
Not Cats.
A little old colored man who lives
on the upper end of Antoine street
was down at the City Hall yesterday
to see tho Superintendent of Police
regarding a disturbance which had
taken place arotiild his houso tho
night before, lie described the
noises as consisting of shouts uud
groans, and yelps and yells, and the
Superintendent observed:
“I presume it was a congregation
of cuts. Got (he or six together on
these cold nights and they will al
most raise the dead.”
“Cats! cats!” repeated the old-
man. “Doan’ von sypposc i know
cats when I hears ’pm? Oats!. Do
cats frow frozen cabbages agin my
front doah? Do cats call on me to
come out and get my ole head knock
ed off? Do cats call my ole woman
de wust liar and gossip in the Stait
of Michigan?”
“1 presume not.”
“An’ I presume not, too! I’m
foul of cats, und^ I’ll bet on how
smart dey am, .but when it comes
down to a cat heaving’ a frozen tater
frew my kitchin’ winder an’ callin’
-out, 0 ftt, 1* »l fo**r*n^7*wr.-r- bvlrK^V.—f
my pew-ront, it’s carry!n’ do feline
biznoss a leeile too fur!”
managers.
served upon thorn the roads wore
blocked by freight which had been
•allotted” to the various lines form•
ng the pool, hut notf no more com
plaint is made. Since then the com
missioners have notified the roads
that, after February 1st they will he
estricled to three cents a mile for
each passenger carried. This is a
very heavy reduction in rates, the
present, tariff being five cents per
mile, and tho railway nwMittgcnr
,nre making a loud outcry against
State supervision. There is no doubt
that throo cents per mile is ample
pay jor carrying a- passenger over any
railway in this country. The roads
running bet ween Sr. LoulsTind ('hi-
«(t£0"fiuvo hoeh Cijrivying passengers
for less than one-third of.a cent per
mile for the last two months, and
their officers boast that they never
before found tho passenger traffic so
profitable. Tho “Potter law” in
Wisconsin reduced the passenger
tariff on all first-class roads to throe
cents per in le, and it has never been
raised since. The Georgia example
might he followed to good effect in
many other States.
There was a “nine days’ wonder”
when the missing heir appeared, but
Rena “listened, when Edward dared
to speak,” ami when the “prince
came to Ins own again” a sweet faced
princess reigned at his side.
Newspaper Men
Editors do nothing but go to shows
and eat peanuts, it would appear
from the extravagant ideas some have
of the craft.' An unknown voice in
the following well chosen words time
ly remarks: “An editor’s business is
to write editorials, grind out poetry,
sort and rewrite communications,
listen to all kiudsof complaints, offer
advice on ull subjects, from prescrib
ing for a baby with the. colic up to
specie resumption, keep a waste has
ket, steal mutter, fight other people’s
battles, take beans, pumpkin and
green wood whou he can get them on
subscription, work eighteen hours
out of twenty-four, always he in a
good humor and witty be alike-im
pervious to flattery auu censure, and
be criticised and damned bv every
nincompoop who don’t like Ins
paper. Finally, to wear out in service,
and at last hear the pleasing plaudit
‘ ”J’is enough; come up higher.' ”
Forty Georgians have just bought
luml* in Grant county, Arkansas.
Util this notice was
A Smart Grocer.
A Michigan avenue grocer took a
■rrei>T-teili nndnn<w)tj{
other things ho cautioned him to keop
a bright look-out and, see that none
of tne goods at the front door were
stolen. The other evening when tljc
grocer returned from supper he
thought ho would give the clerk a
fright, uud he crept softly up and
took twelve dressed chickens from a
basket and curried them around to
the back door and hung thorn on a
hook. When tho chickens were
missed the clerk was given a bad
scare by being informed that he must
pay for them.. After a while the
grocer decided that the joke hud
been carried far enough, and lie went
out to bring in the chickens. While
he was scaring the clerk some one
had come through the alley and pro
vided himself with fowl to last all
the week.—Del roil Free Preen.
A negro] man near Bavannah was
out hunting, when his dog, in a play
ful mood, jumped up ami caught his
foot in the trigger of the gun, dis
charging it. The load took effect in
the negro’s urin, which had to be
amputated,
Heroism of To-Day.
The ago of chivalry is past, and
we are not on the lookdutfor heroes.
Only, in times of war do they awake
from/their Rip Van Winkle repose,
and astonish our prosaic world with
deeds of valor and prowess brilliant
enough to startle oven a writer of
‘
rWut/wiuning, hiouey-
. earthly Croat fires of .to-dav in comm,
with heroes who stalk about in th
romantio injstsof departed centuries?
Mow many tilt with a champion
knight- for -the favor of a lady-love?
How many 'fling themselves with
gallant temerity into tho thi
the bloody affray to win a
approval from bright eyes?
poor human nature; tho
now to be found yachting on the
summer so .s, lolling in his. club at
Saratoga, or permitting himself to
ho flirted with on tho bouoli^ ut some
rashionablo watoring-placo.
The contemplation is distressing,
is it not, my dour liuly friends? Still
wluit is lust of the hero is gained in
the man. No doubt, if one of those
admired knights who figure so on-
cdiuntingly in (lotion wore to.re-ap-
poar hi the nineteenth century, he
would feel as little at home as one of
the Seven Sleepers, and tho ladies
would turn pale with disgust at his
boorish mail hors and table etiquette.
Still more, our practical views of
heroism Would find nothing to admire
in his bravado; on the other hand,
we would turn with pride to the
oomnioii-;place heroes of everyday
contrast; - • •
nor'u day passes with-
» crei Boiiiomnig noble: “He that
oonqiieroth his own spirit^is greater
than ho that, tukefh a city.”- If wo
study our own hearts wo shall find
much of which wo are ashamed; we
all know-that. We may put on a hold
face about it to ourselves, and look
onr souls firmly in the eye. as if it'
were all right, but we know bettor.
We know if wo hiivg an uiigrnenms
thought of another that tho Golden
Rule cries out against us; if we are
vexed over any little remark made to
us, that we are weak .to yield .to.it.:
if we carelessly wound another’s feel
ings, wo are selfish, and soon. No
one need remind us of t he fact that
wo have dmio something unworthy,
because, if we are honest with our
selves, we feel it. Man, woman and
eliihl know if their actions arc up
right or not; human natiiro may be
crooked and cramped in some meas
ure, lint a God-like spirit within tho
city, like a watchman on the walls,
unltonncos clangor, and not until the .
last defence is taken, and the enemy
have swept, through the gates like a
pestilence, is he silenced!
Everyday heroism is not always
arch in a moral sense, but cun bo so
pruoticul U3 to escape notice. The
man who docs without an extra cigar
to buy his little boy a ball Ion a touch
wlC-fietiHil jliutr WouUl
to any smoker’s eyes. The woman
who would do without a now Jaco
collar to liny her little girl a doll
house would astonish tho whole fash
ionable world. Tlio wife who forbears
asking for “pin mouoy/’ when hor
dear hubby is “short of cash,” 1ms
the fortitude of a Joan of Arc. And
what can ho said-of the one who
ntufries for love? But don’c let us
be discouraged; people don’t tell
their best qualities and virtues; it is
only after they are dead that a touch
ing epitaph is thought suitable. So.
it will be when this century is laid
away in the tomb of ages; then will
he revealed tho quiet heroism of tho
ago; then the wife and mother’s toil
and tears; the daughter’s devotion;
the.father's self-sacrifices; the son’s
manly virtues; will be embalmed in
our day’s history, arid brighten this
old world’s gurtnents as the sunset
does tho skv.
Rome has twenty-three bar-rooms.
Rome will huveun ice factory next
sum nor.