The Dublin post. (Dublin, Ga.) 1878-1894, April 13, 1881, Image 1

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Newspaper Page Text0 VOL. 3. —- —-— o..-■ ■ DUBLIN, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, APRIL 18, 1881. M&U. OTHER FELLOWS THINK 80, TOO. ■There's just one thing- n man cnn have In all this world of woe and strife, That, makes the business not too bad, And'that one thing's an easy wife. Dost fancy that I love my girl ■ For rosy cheeks or raven hair? She holds my heart because she laughs- Because she laughs and dOCBlTt care. I put my boots just where it suits, And find them where I put them, too; That is a thing, you must allow, A chap-can y ery seldom do. . .1 leave mypapers on my. desk; She never dusts them in a heap, Or takes to light the kitchen stove The very otic I want to keep. On winter nights my cosy dame Will warm her toes before the fire; She never scolds about the lamp, Or wants the wick a trifle higher. Otf-Su^days she is not so fine But what her ruffles I oan hug; 1 light my pipe just where I please And spill the ashes on the rug. The lied is never filled with “shams," A thing some women vilely plan To worry servants half to death, And spoil the temper of a man. She lets me sleep to any hour, Nor raises any horrid din If it just happens, now and then, To be quite late when I come in. • I tell you. Jack, if you would wed, Owst get a girl who lets things run; She'll keep h fcr temper like a lamb, And help yo* on to lots of fun. - Don’t look for money, utyjc or show, Or blushing.beauty ripe anclrare; Just take the one who laughs at fate—^— Who laughs and show's she doesn’t care You think, perhaps, our household ways Are just; perchance, a little mixed; 0, when they get boo horrid bnd. We stir about and get things fixed. What compensation has a man -. -Who-cat^^is ^retdl lvyswep ef btow, If home is made n battle ground, And life one king, eternal row? —Harper's Magazine. WARE’S HUNTING PARTY. leaves From His Cousin Sally’s Diary. • BY MAltY E. MOFFAT. Feb. 3, 18—-. Glenvillo seems like a different place since Cousin-Ware lias been away. I wish he hud not taken it into that curly head of his to; go hunting in mid-winter, aud to coax off all the available beaux who might have made his absence endur able. Aunt Freleigh feels just as I do aboitfc it, I am sure, although she is too loyal to say so. Ware, being her only son, just winds her around his little iinger when he has a point to gain, and when once she has given her consent to any of his wild plans horses wouldn’t drag anything against it out of her lips. Well, I must say I admire it in her, though H would bo. a peifcct luxury to me to go over and see her and have a good grumble. Feb. 4. Found auntie full of plans for some poor families, and she set me to work cutting out flannels, ahd doing lots of other thiugs nganist the meeting of tho “Glenvillo Sew- ifig Sodietyr'DI w.li lulrwt riLHrta-~pr ident, and whoso funds are largely supplied by her own dear self. 1 wonder if Ray Carloton keeps a diary, and if he ever puts my name in it. Willy Grosvcnor has been doing her best since he went with Cousin Ware on that horrid hunting party, to make me believe that ho is sweet on her sister Cecy. But I don’t imagine he’d look at her. She is too bleached out of her complexion, eyes, hair, etc., to attract him. Ho admires dark eyes and hair, at least so ho has told me lots of times. For my part, I think Cecy is just as pretty as a girl needs to be. I was only copying after Bay when I said “blenched out.’’ I wonder if any gentleman ever says one thing to one girl, and a different one—that is—well, I can’t exactly explain what I mean, so I won’t finish my sentence. Of one thing, though, I feel sure, and that is, that Bay nover paid me a compliment unless lie really meant it. lie’s too blunt to be deceitful. I do so admire an outspoken person. But I must not loiter over my writing any longer, for auntie expects me to come over and help her again. So, good-bye little book, for to-day. Feb. 5. Such a - dreadful thing has happened. Auntie is nearly crazy, and a gloom is over everything. The hunting party are all home but Cousin Ware. Ho became separated from them, and, after fruitless search es, they at last gave up all hopes of finding him alive, and so camo home with the terrible tidings. Think of it 1 that" bright-spirited; handsome youth to die alone in that snow-cov ered and desolate wilderness 1 If they had had one half the pluck they ought to have shown, poor Ware would have been found cither alive or dead. I' don’t ever want to set eyes on Ray Carle ton’s face again lie should have found Ware or died beside him. Feb. 10. How lcadenly the days drag on ! I never thought what a difference it made in the looks of things to carry a heavy heart in one’s breast. I absolutely shiver when the sun shines, for I think of poor Ware, and wonder where he is lying, and-— but my thoughts are too dreadful even to speak, much less to writo down. I have met Ray Grosvenor, but I have only given him the coldest of bows and passed on. I had such lofty ideas with regard to his faith fulness and valor, and it makes the ebound all the greater. ■ A man would come away and leave his comrade tolfib iTnet the one to take into your heart; even if it . should break in the effort not to love him. Auntie is a perfect angel 1 In all her own deep sorrow and distress she has i^^l^^ir^ii^tht^ght ^toward those who came away and left Ware to his fate. She chides me in her gentle way for feeling as I do, but J can’t help it. The sight of her sweet, pale face and tearful eyes makes mo feel like a wicked sinner; but the angry thoughts will not bo exercised. I met Ray again yesterday, and ho looked at me with such a wistful, pleading expression that I hud to draw my vail over my face to hide the* swift-coming tears, lie looks pale and worn. I wonder if ho suf fers in his miikV as lie thinks of Ware? They were great friends, and when one saw Ware, .they were sure to look for his double, as Ray was called. Maybe I have been too hard upon him. What if his sorrow for his lost comrade is equal to mine? But it can’t be, for blood is thicker than water, and poor Ware and 1 are own cousins—I mean were. Oh, my heart feels ns though it would burst I Feb. 25. Ray has gone away. If I had only been a little kinder to him I should have saved myself an additional heart-ache; for since it is too lute to make up friends I have heard all about the noble way lie acted with regard to Ware. A party of Indian braves had become disaf fected with the management of af fairs at the Agency and had started N3s--j-^7iTirtrn”niB~war-paXTl. ITusD after Wure became separated from his companions, word was brought that they had struok the trail of tho party and mont to do them mischief. Pre parations were at once made to thwart thair plans by a hasty departure; aud all but Ray were eagor to reach place of safety. Bnt he was de termined to continue the search, come what would. In this dilem ma force was resorted to, and his companions absolutely bound him hand and foot and took turns in car rying him until they reached a set tlement. Milly Grosvenor told me this, and to make me feel still worse, said, also, that Ray felt very much humiliated at what had occurred, and was absolutely ashamed to look anyon^in the face. “Justus if ho could help being 60 slight in his build,” added Milly, “that tho boys could hapdle him as cosy as a baby.” So that is why Ray looked at mo so shamefacedly, and yet never came near me to explain. I suppose he thought I scorned him for not being able to hold his own against all those great strong fellows. Ah, no, Ray; it was because I thought you an un faithful lukewarm searcher af tor your lost friend! And now I cannot even tell you I am sorry, for they say you are to be away for an indefinite time, and they may mean for years. I menu to lock up my dim:y and; not' look at it again; for I’ve nothing to write about now that all is so sad, and—and—Ray is gone I May 28. Come forth, little con fidant, and let me tell you tho good news. It is just three months to a day since I pht you away, never thinking to care to look upon your pages again. But all is changed now. A messenger came to mo this morning who had been sent in hot haste by my aunt. There was a look of excitement and mystery upon the girl’s fuco, which made mo question her as to what auntie wanted. But she gave me no satisfaction and hur ried off at once. I hastened to put on my wraps, and to go see for my self what was tho cause of my sud den summons. Auntie mot me at the door, with tears end smiles con tending for the mastery on her face. One glance at her told mo all. Noth ing but Ware’s return could have brought such a glad look lack again to her eyes. Oh, Sally,” she said, putting her arms about inc and kissing me be tween every word, “Ware has come back, and—and—if yon believe it, ho has brought me a daughter! He is married 1” I listened in breathless amazement. Ware homo and married 1 Would wonders over ceaso? At lust I found my- vwee, And; -strange queer a thing is human naturo, I felt for the moment so vexed at Ware’s having left its all this time in ignor- ahee of his wliereabouts, aud- cfj'^iig our eyes out ubout him, while ho was amusing himself in making love and in getting married, that I blurted onl impulsively. ‘Then all I’ve got to say is, Cousin Ware litis done a fine thing! I’ve lost my respect for him forever.” “Ilush, Sally,” said auntie, laying her fingers on my lips, “don’t say anything you’ll be sorry for. You know you love Ware most us woll as Ido.” “And that makes it worse—” Tho restraining hand succeeded in stopping me before I had concluded my sentence, and auntie said, gently: “Ware has passed through great peril, Sally, and is now nothing but a shadow. The girl who is now his w : fc was the means of saving his pre cious life, and they would not have been married so soon hud it not been that Ware longed so for homo, and could not travel alone. A lotttor was sent to me when he first recovered consciousness so as to give intelligent directions as to his name and home. But as tlie.mail route was far away from tho cubin where Ware found refuge, ho thinks the man to whoip ifc-waa-mfcmated must have fallen into tiieiinnib Af .TjjAm***—-- cither made a prisoner, or scalped or tortured to death according to their heathenish customs.” “Oh! Annie, I’m so sorry I spoke so harshly of poor Ware. Where is he—and—and—his wife ?” I uttered the last query with a sudden shyness, for what kind of a person could this young woman be?” Would wo all bo very much ashamed of her ? For a “cabin,”—yes, that was auntie’s own word—is, to my thiking, about as large as father’s granary; and ono does no expect much of anybody who luw been brought up in such away. But aun tie said, quite oagcrly: ‘Go into tho parlor, Sally, and welcome them both just as cordially as you cnn. Mind, now, don’t be distant to the poor girl. She has put faith in a stranger, and his kin folk must try and make up for what she has left behind her.” “Never fear, Auntie.” I answer ed reassuringly, full of a laudable desire to provo myself an Obedient niece, ani also as kind-hearted aud philanthopn as a girl brought up in a Christian land ought to bo to a semi-barbarian, suoh as I fully ex pect to find in the person of my now relative. But all premeditated action was put to flight when I saw Ware lying up on the sofa, wasted away to a shad ow of his former solfj and when lie said, in rosponso to my cry of: “Oh! Ward” accompanied by a burst of tears whioii l could not restrain: “Don’t cry, Sally; it isn’t so bad as yon think, for I’m on the road to recovery through the unwearied caro of ono whom you must reward with your lovo for it.” As ho said this he put ono wasted arm around his wife’s waist and drew her forward. A semi-barbarian^indeod! I stood for a moment drying my eyes, and trying to realize that I was not in a drawn. If cabins always hold such beauties,it’s a pity everybody couldn’t have lived in one. Great, blue, limped eyes-hair like golden floss, lips like cleft roso buds, and a figure so straight and lissom in its pliant curves that one forgot to wonder at her quaint, old fashionod dross, which looked ns though it might havo been worn by some good, old-time dame in llovolu tionary days. I, as usual, obeyed my first impulse and put my arms around her, and gave her a hearty kiss. I will lovo you dbarly if you will only mo,” I said. ‘‘.I Jiaxo uilwo-JW '■ longed’ to tiave-a girl cousin:” “That’s my own little Sally,” quavorod Ware’s feeblo voico. “I “Annis’s sweet lips qnivQrod as she shrank shyly back to iler hus band's side, and tears welled up into lor uyos. She was evidently as ai fectionato ns 3I10 was protty. Now if Ray would only come back what a happy-hearted Sally I’d bo again April 6. The month of smilos aud tears is back again, and so is Ray. I shed my share of tears last month, and it’s my turn to smile now. .All is right between Ray and mo, and wo aro to bo mnried in the month of roses.!’ He meant to stay away forever, but ho says he cpnldn’t-livo without sight of my face, evon if it did look so cold and distant. Tho oldest thing of all is that Ware’s wife is a perfect rara avia to our s mioty, even if she was cubin- bred. If yon boiieve it, she is a good Latin and Greek scholar, and old Dr. Bron, our minister, is de lighted with her. Hor father was ono of those strange men who are born to gifts of fortune and turn their backs upon them. IIo was a regular misanthrope, and chose to live in the wilds of the wilderness with his family. Bnt he appreciated books, and taught their love to his daughterbeforabc-dicd.. .,Hcr moth. »w*V4*~* liia mvil. SO Ann is was alone in the world as to relations when she met Wure. 8ho had been offered a home for the win ter by a kindly couple who took compassion on her loneliness after her father was taken from hor. It seems ordained by fate tliut she and Ware should have mot. He did full in with Indians, and they were decked out in their war paint too. But Ware is a splendid skater, aud ho had just fastened his skates on to try his skill on a frozen sheet of water when ho found himself surrounded. Thut is how ho became separated from his party. In his amazement and confusion he turned the wrong way, and by that means was completely eut off from again getting into camp. “But Ware,” I asked him ono day, ‘how did you manage to got away at all ?” “Just the easiest way in tho world/ be answered. “Indians aro very curious about everything now, aud aro easily amused unloss in a savage mood. This I proved. For I made myself as much of a mountebank as I could, performing all kinds of un couth, awkward man oeuvres, and pretending to bo as clumsy as possible. But I took good caro to got a littlo farther away from the ugly looking group with each successive move to feorsecuvo. ThVn T ffo'W like an arrow from the bow,” “Did you go far P” I qqorriod “It must have boon miles. I was nearly frozen, when at lust I spied the friendly cabin whero I was to- find lioulmg and shelter:” “And a wife,” I added. "“Wait till 1 finish my Story; Sally. Don’t think I would havo loft iny Ainu’s out of it. I foil at tho door in a swoon, and wlipn they carried mo in it was found that my feot and hands wore badly frost-bitten. A vigorous rubbing with snow soon did away with that troublo, but I was uncon scious for weeks. And suoh nursing!” with a loving look at his wife, “it’s worth being sick to. got such tender caro.” I had heard most of his story bo- foro, but it seems always just as interesting as if listened to for the first time. But ono thing I’m snro of 1 I’ll novor givo my consent to have any body I lovo goon another winter hunting party. For things might have turned out vory difforontly. Overworked Horse Distemper; Distompor is another form of sore’- tlioat. Its design seems to bo to throw some poisonous matter from tho system, and the object should - bo to keep tho strength of thwutii- mont until I was far enough removed -mat- upl and hasten suppuration. The horso is out of sorts, the neck bocomcs soro and stiff, an enlarge* mentjappears, wlillih is at first hard and tender; there is some disohargo from the nose. The case usually grows worso, if vory severe, often threatening to causo suffocation ; horse unable to eat or drink bnt lit tle, and strongth is lost rapidly. Uso frooly a poultice made of wheat bran and warm vinegar, changing ns often as tho poultico bocomos dry, using the eight-tailod bandage to koop it in placo until tho onlargo-' mont beoomes soft and can bo oponod whon roliof will bo prompt. Or the following treatment may bo adopted, which is similar, and if the alternation is not good, is pre ferable. Take spirits of turpentine, two; spirits of camplnr, ono part; laudanum, ono part. Put this on tho nook with a brush, convenient, or any way to apply it without ex iting pain, throo or four times n day until soreness is cured. After oaoh application havo ready throo or four piocos of flminol, which should bo a thick article ; put those over illA Y1H llfa mirl ltl«* J il • « . uvcrwor.ea th .° **» »nd bind on' with tho eight Among other thing.*>1<! Jut jfc Sjt Wl '*# «• *»«<» iillllW.il I m. 1*1,nl no n!• o n t P 0,nr ' 8 > °P°» It) limn Walter Phelps, at a mooting of tho Amorican physicians and sur goons, the following will boar reading moro than 01100: “Wo are a nation ( "ivnnTom cmTTDntmoiit, without. rest, ' without happiness. In a fovorish race wo pass from the cradle to the grave—successful men, to ufliom ,, is a failure. diir biiys loiCvo tlio uni- versity when English boys leavo thoTr ' s H school. Our merchants leave their trado, retiring to some moro digni fied or honorable work; ns they be- liovoit, at an age when the Gorman merchants first fools the master of his trade. We are always nntioipat- ing the future, forcing the task of a whole life into part. Worse, wo are not contoiiflfiNthdoinga year’s work in a month in our calling, but wo mast do enough in all other callings to win distinction Chore, in othor lands it is onougli to bo a lawyer, physician; clergyman, merchant. Here wo are nobodins unless wo fill the sphere of all human occupations. Ono must bo a statesman, and know political soioiiooiis if already in offico. He must bo an orator, mid ready to pursTOclo and instruct; a wit to shine at tho dinner table ; a litoratcur, a critic! There is*too much human nature in man for this to mean any tiling excopt a discontented life and a prematura death. And tho ramody? Correct public opinion. Wo must honor the man who faithfully docs his, task, wjiritovor it is,. Not the tlisk, but llie faithfulness with which n'WWermfir'^ Wmeas.iro of .bwi.an—— nr | in „ ni> „ tent with their father’s trado. This will give us that family association which is a sure pledgo of good con duct and patriotic lovo. This will give 11s, too, that traditional aptitude which alono gives groat medianical excellence. It will not bo a bad time for American manufacturers when we find stamped on thorn what Mr. Griffs finds on Jananoso bronzes, Done by tho ninth brouzer in this family.’ Then, men will koop the occupation of their youth for their age, and, having loisuro, will build tho foundations broad enough to withstand bankruptcy. Tbon men will seek oxcollonco in their callings. Then men will alternate labor rest, and oboy the demand of naturo.” Johnny camo homo from school' tho othor day very much oxcited. “Wlmt do you think, Pa, Joe Stewart ono of the big boys, had an argu ment with tho teacher about a ques tion iu grammar !” “What position did Joe take ?” “His last position was across a chair, witli his face down,” ........ . nnd bo sura tho mat ter hits a thorough outlet. Somo- times tho inflammation is so deop as to causo serious soreness mid swol- ing of tho throat. In this case the horse must bo mused carc- fully, by feeding with-warm gruel; the drink should bo ward ; grass, or anything that will tempt the oppotito “liotild bo given. Simpler treiitmont would bo rub bing on tho enlargement an ordinary fly blister, to bring the oh lavement to a head. Physio' must not bo given. True Women, Every man of sense admires a wo man as a woman, and when sho stops out this character, a thousand things that in their appropriatepephora would bo admired, become disgusting and offensive. • Tho appropriate charaotor of a woman demands deli- oaoy of appearance and manners, ra il nomont of sontimont, gontlenoss of spoeoh, modesty of feel ing and action, a shrinking from notoriety and public gazo : aversion to nil that is coarse and rndo, and an instiotivo ablfor- renco of all that tends to indelicaoy and impurity, either in principle or action. These aro tho traits which ar admired and sought for in womun. A Walking Man. Wo are reliably informed that thoreisa gentleman in, Dooly who never Hits down except to eat his meals. Has not in twenty , years, with' this exception. W lien lie has Ani.Li^i i.tw mump, iiis rinvtrtv ilia zoet and commences to pace the floor until either his work or his bod de mands him.— Montezuma Weekly, It is easy enough to moko some men oven Jong for death. Tlioy’ro so ill-natured that if you just per suade thorn that U10 world can't got along without them, and this isn’t muoh of a job, they’ll want to die out of pure ill-will toward mankind. The Kentucky Register tells of a young man who applied to tho coun ty (dork for a license, but did not know tho name of his intended. As lie could not got a general liconso, lie was sent off to find out tho girl’s name, It estimated that tho amount of damage dono in Georgia alono, du ring tho reeont freshets, will amount in round numbers to moro thuu ono million dollars- It is a great art to keep yourself contented and happy, and it requires a great heart to make others so.

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The Dublin post. (Dublin, Ga.) 1878-1894, April 13, 1881, Image 1