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VOLUME VIII.
DUBLIN, GEOllGIA, WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 7. 1885.
NUMBER XVI.
Professional Cards.
T. L. CRINER,
ATTORNEY & COUNSELLOR
AT LAW,
Dublin • - Georgia.
Will practice in Washington. Johnson.
Emanuel, Montgomery, Telfair, Dodge,
^Pulaski, Twiggs and Wilkinson counties,
and eslewliere by special 'contract,
may 21 tf.
THOMAS B. FELDER, Jr.
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Dublin.
Georgia.
Will practice in the courts of the Oco
nee, Ocmulgce and Middle circuits, and
the Supreme court of Georgia, and else
where by special contract.
Will negotiate loans on improved farm
ing lands.
FSb. 18th, 1885.-6m.
Dp. J. L. LINDER
[SIX MILES NORTH OP DUBLIN,]
OFFERS his services to the public at
Calls promptly attended to, day or
b at residence.
lar,
night. Office
aug 20, ’84 ly.
CHARLES HICKS, M. D.,
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Dublin,
jc20, lv
Georgia.
DR. C. F. GREEN,
practitioner.
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Georgia.
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FIND YOUR LEVEL.
You can be a fishing shallop if you cannot
be a ship.
If you cannot he a lighthouse be nt least a
tallow dip;
You can be a valiant soldier though you
may not ho a host,
You can watch a single headland if you
cannot guard a coast;
There is everything that’s noble in the wis
dom and the grace
Of fulfilling every duty, whatsoever be
your place.
If you spend the day in pining and in
staring at the sun,
You will find that you are blinded long
before tho day is done.
Better he the humble limpet that is safe
where’er it clings.
Than attempt an eagle’s soaring when you
like the eagle’s wings.
There are some as swift as swallows, there
are others who must creep,
And you never saw a turtle try to take a
tiger’s leap.
If you cannot he a Paixhan with its'thun
derous report,
Be content to carry powder in a corner Of
the fort;
If you cannot rule an army with a great
commander’s skill.
You can fire a common musket in obe
dience to his will;
There is but a single compass in tho ship,
however great,
But each rivet and sail fibre hold a portion
of its fate.
Never try to hold a bushel if designed
to hold a peck,
Or outreach the cranes and camels with
half an inch of neck;
Never try to race with dolphins if you
cannot even swim,
Or to challenge hawks for vision if your
• eyes be old and dim;
Never spread a grain of butter over fifty
yards of bread,
()r attempt with penny trumpets to awaken
up the dead.
Not every stick of timber that is fit to
make a mast,
Not every structure builded as a Pyramid
to last,
Not every piece of music is an anthem
or a psalm,
Not every growing sapling that is pine
or lofty palm;
Yet every mossy atom lias its own pecul
iar grace,
Aud each its perfect usefulness .or beauty
in its place.
These truths are old and hoary, yet wo
need them every day,
To reconcile our longings,to ilie limits of
our way;
The only true philosopher is he who
leans content,
Though quartered in a palace or but shel
tered in his tout;
Whose cheerful soul is ready to encompass
what it can,
Nor vex itself in criticizing God’s eternal
plan.
The secret of tho journey is to know and
bear its length;
The key of every effort is to rightly gauge
your strength;
Accepting what is given you with tho pa
tience that hut asks
The knowledge for its purpose aud the
courage for its tasks;
Content to struggle bravely and with hon
or in his strife,
Whether called to lead or follow ou the
battle fields of life.
We ask no higher mission than successfully
to teach;
The vanity of grasping for the tilings be
yond our reach;
Of wasting modest talent in ambition’s
useless fret.
To reap but bitter failure and the ashes of
regret.
Go, study what is in thee, and to he a no
hie man,
Know first; then do thy duty in the Great
Eternal’s plan.
So slialt tliou kaow contentment and con
tentment’s rich increase,
A life endowed with blessings and a spirit
filled with peace,
A dearth of disappointments and of hours
with pride perplexed,
Of jealr usies, hcait burnings that so many
live* have vexed.
When dead, though prince or peasant, ’tis
enough that they should tell,
"He knew hiB place and purpo e, and
perfomed each duty well.”
—J. Edgar Jones, in the Garrer.it.
HIS OLD FLAME.
Bridges were made for wise men
to walk over, and fools to ride un
der.
Better say nothing, than nothing
to the purpose.
Conscince is the chamber of jus
tice.
Confidence is the companion of
success.
Miss Mandcville? Of course I
know Miss Mandevillo,” said Flor-
ian Fontouol. “There were two
sisters of ’om, weren’t thoro? One a
radiant blonde with such a profusion
of magnificently burnished hair, that
they called her ‘Tho Princess with tho
Golden Locks!’—tho other, a little
brunette, with black braids coiled
at the back of her head, and solemn
eyes, that looked you through and
through. Oh, yes, I remember them
very well. They wore great belles
in Boston—was it the whiter before
last, or tho winter before that? And
overybodv wondered that they didn’t
return last season. So they live
hero, do they? Well, upon my word,
this is quite an agreeable discovory.
I must make it my business to go
and call directly, for. do yon know,
Ariadne, I was just the least little
bit hit by the brunotto with the
great, grave, questioning eyes.”
Mrs, Major Fontenol shook a cloud
of fragrance from tho satin folds of
her fan, and moved her head a little
disdainfully. Flattering as these
brotherly conferences might be, tlioir
spirit was not exactly in unison with
the still tenderer relations which she
would have preferred. She had
been a widow for ton years now, and
and in her own opinion was no less
beautiful than when she lmd first
stood at the altar. And, after all,
what did it matLer that she was five
or six years older than her cousin
Florian? lie suited her. And she
lmd invited him to Fontenol .Plains
Lo full in love with her, not Lotnaun
dor about his old fancies.
“Yes,” said she, coldly, “I heard
something of their once being in so*
cierty. But it didn’t lust long. Old
Mandevillo, their grandfather, had
got involved in speculations, and
when ho shot himself it was ho more
than people lmd expected.”
“And how do they support them
selves?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I suppose
they go out governessing, or take in
sewing or something. Somehow
jieoplo always do get provided for in
this world.
“Then you don’t visit them?”
Mrs. Fontenol lifted her brows.
“Quilo impossible,” she said.
“They wore selling bouquets out of
the green-houses until the place was
foreclosed. Fancy selling bouquets
out of one’s own green-houses for a
living! And Cassie has gone some
where to learn stenography, and Kate
goes around iu calico dresses, exactly
like a servant girl I”
Florian smiled to himself.
“She is better posted as to these
two girls than she is willing to ad
mit,” thought he.
And the next morning he walked
over the old stone bridde, and out
across tho fields to the old house
which Leonidas Mandevillo lmd died
in.
Tho upper blinds were all as care
fully closed and bolted as if the old
man’s corpse still lay in the echoing
rooms; hut the . basement windows
wero thrown open to admit tho fresh
October air, and a round, dark face,
brilliant us that of a Spanish Sanato
ria, appeared at tho door, to unswer
his knock.
“Is it the man for the quince jel
ly?” said she. “It is not ready yet.
1 told you to come .this ovening.”
“I am very fond oi quince jelly,”
said Florian Fontenel, gravely, “hut
i fear. 1 am not the excellent individ
ual whom you are expecting.
Don’t you remember me, Miss
Kate?”
“It is Mr. Fontenel,” said Kate
Mandcville, the crimson color mount
ing to her cheek.
“Exactly,” said Florian “May Mr,
Fontenel come in?” ;
Miss Mandcville hesitated n sec
ond, tjicn opened tho door with a
composed smile.
“Yes, walk in,” said she, ‘.‘and
see how industrious 1 am. 1 am a
working woman now. I do up pre
serves, pickles, canned fruit und jol
lies. It isn’t such unplcnsaht work,
except when the weathor is warm,
and I am vory liberally paid for it.
Oassio is a workor, too. She is a
member of a stenographic olass, and
to got twelve dollars a week when
sho graduates.”
Kate had spoken all these senten
ces with a careless grace, which
would lead an indifferent auditor to
infer that it was all a matter of
course. But Florian Fontenol know
her well enough to read tho true koy
to her nature. He understood how
painful it was for her thus tacitly to
acknowledge tho blight which lmd
passed over her fortunes since last
thoy mot.
“I soe,” ho said, quietly, “things
are changed 31 iss Mandevillo, since
I gave you that sprig of sweet verbe
na in Mrs. LytteU’s conservatory
tlmt winter night. You wero a belle
then—the slar of the evoning. Peo
ple spoke of you us the beautiful 31 iss
Mandevillo.”
“Did they?”
“And I told myself,” Florian nd-’
dod, “that it was useless to hope to
win the lovo of one so courted and
flattered. That I had no sort of
chance. That it was best for me to
withdraw from the lists before I lmd
got my poor wings, moth-fashion,
hopelessly scarred and seamed.
“That was so like a man,” said
Kate, with rising color. “You con
stituted yourself judge, jury and
cxeeutionor all in one. Will you bo
good etiough to step a little aside?
have to puck Huso glasses oarer fully
into a box, and—”
“Pardon me,” said Fonlonol,
without stirring the tenth part of an
inch. “Just a minute more. Well,
I left Boston, aud went abroad. Thu
next winter, when I returned, otlior
stars were shilling upon the fash ion-
ublo horizon. My planet was gone.
I am a proud man by nature, and J
said to myself that, if Miss Maude-
ville had cared for me she would
lmvo signified to mo, by some sign,
however slight, tlmt sho was still
in existence. (She did not,”
“You can see why,” sa ; d Kato,
with heightened color. “I have re
ceived too many rebuffs from the
dear, particular friends of old days
to eucourago me to risk any new
dangers. But,” with drooping eye
lashes, “I have got the sprig of sweot
verbena hidden away in my portfolio
yet. 1 don't of ton get timo to look
at it, but it is always tlioro to think
of. Now may I go on with tho jol
ly?”
“.Not quite yot,” said Fontenel,
with a gravity tlmt was truly lauda
ble. “Miss Mandevillo, if I had
followed out thp first iustlnots of my
heart the night I gave you the sweet
verbena—if I lmd asked yon to ho
my wife—wlmt would you have
said?” .
“I should have said—yos,” Kato
answored.
Fontenol Bit his lip.
“And I was mad enough, to throw
away all my chances of happiness,”
ho said. But I will not be so rush a
second tinio. Will you trust mo
now, Miss Mandevillo? Will you
marry me? I loved you dearly then;
but, as Heaven is my witness, I lovo
you better aud more tenderly now.
In all my life 1 have never really
cared, for but one woman, and she
is before mo now.' Will you take mo
Kato, with all my faults and eccen
tricities, and try to make : mo more
worthy of yourself?”
And Kate put her little hand ia
his and answere, with innocent frank
ness:
“Yes.”
Mrs. Major Fontenel was one of
those feminiuo diplomats who always
adapt themselves graciously to tho
exigencies of the sitlmtion, and she
culled on Miss Mandevillo the next
day, and congratulated her, in tho
prettiest way iu tho world, upon her
engagement.
“Bnt really,” sho added, with an
artless laugh, “I lmd grown to believe
tlmt Florian wus a forc-orduitied old
buchulor. You don’t know, Miss
Mandevillo, wliut a viotory you lmvo
achieved1”
And sho oimoted her part so per
fectly tlmt Florian Fontenol, in spite
of his own Bensos, was almost con
vinced tlmt sho had novor cared for
him at all.
But to her French timid, Jcuiiiig,
she said, angrily, when at last she
returned home und llung her olegun
wrappings reckless on tho sofa:
“Thoro bursts the brightest bubble
of my fntnrM I could lmvo* held
my own against any new fancy, I
solemnly believe, hut those old flames
are too muoli for any one to coutond
against.”
And Jennno clasped her hands,
and answered tragically:
“Ah, nuulame, it is very much
honrl-hroukiiigl”—Amy Randolph,
in N. Y. Ledger.
The Cause of Slobbering,
The slobbering of horses and cows
is caused by the irritating effect upon
tho salivary glands of tho strong
essential oil of the plants which pro*
duoe it. If one will chow some lo
belia, St. John’s wort, or pennyroyal
he will find tho salivary glands to be
excited in this'manner. The effect
is removed by eating any dry suh-
stauco, us oatmeal, middlings, or
corn meal, and Lite bust remedy for it
is to give any animal which is suffer
ing from i he salivation a feed of dry
moal or mitJS.ll.hgej this will put a
stop to it at onoo. The waste of
9aliva is exceedingly weakening to a
horse, for suliva is not more water,
but contains a largo quantity of pot
ash, soda, lime, phosphoric aoid, and
orgtmio matter, so that it approach
es very olosoly in character to tho
blood.— N. Y. Times.
BOB BURDETTE'S SERMON.
The
Story of tho Prodigal Son
Told to Two Hundred
IIoinotcHH Men.
Two hundred as ublo bodied
tramps as ovor lodged in a police
station on a eold night tendered Bob
Burdette, the funny tnun of tho
Brooklyn Eagle, a reception at the
lecture room of tho Sunday Break
fast Association, on Twelfth street,
ubove Ruoe, last evening. The ex
traordinary occusiou had called for
so unusual a use of soap and water
that tho habituos of the pluce felt
strange, fmud it liurd to recognize
one another und as u consequence
did not deport themselves with their
wonted geniality, Tho two hundred
goullcmen of leisure occupied the
choice scats in tho body of ihoohuroh
and the uninitiated into Freemasonry
of the craft hunted places iu the
galleries and in the side powB. x
Despite tho fact that Mr. Burdotto
is excessively bashful he was placed
the central llower in a bouquet of
pretty girls who vocalize for the do-
feetation of the patrons of the soup
kitchen. When the humorist look
ed over the high desk and culled his
hosts “my brochcrs” the most uppre
ciablo difference between him and
them was that thoy had plenty of
hair and it stood on end, while he
hadn’t much left to blow away and
it was plastered ovor a spot on top
of tho heud with secretive intent.
Taking it for grunted thut cuoh of
the gentlemen before him hud spent a
handsome patrimony in luxurious
living at some more or loss remote
period in-his existence, he preached
a little sermon on the prodigal son.
“My brothers,” ho said, carefully
running his fingers ovor the slicked
spot on his head, “a man' is a man,
drunk or sober. The world doesn’t
want you to bo un eteruul apologist,
I’m the poorest one in tho world to
preach, because I don’t want to
scold. I would rather excuse a man
iu a column and a half than accuse
him ten lines’ worth. But I don’t
know thut a drunkard is tho greatest
criminal in the world. Somehow
I’ve got an idea a liar is wvrso than
a drunkard, bccauso ho sins deliber
ately. You can’t lie by accident.
There is no half way place. You
can’t claim a scratch. Every one is
a good shot.
“Thou thoro’s stealing. When a
man steals ho doesn’t intond to con
voy or misappropriate. He steals
bccauso ho don’t tell the owner he
intends to tako tho property. If I
stop a man and toll him to ‘wlmok
up’ or I’ll w.lmek him over the head,
I’m a thief. % If a man lios to me in
a horse trade and boats mo and per*
udveuturo I don’t beat him—and I
novor could get tho best of a horse
trade—that man steals from me.
Any ono of tlicso crimes is meaner
than getting drunk. Drink is a
great lovolor. It is us good Us death
at that business. It will level the
rich man as qniokly as tho poor and
send thorn both rolling iu tho gut-
tor.
“Hoard ubout tho Prodigal Son?
Of course you lmvo. Yon wore all
of you prodigals, only you haven’t
gono hack to the old man yet. The
prodigal wus a gallns young ohap.
His father was mayor of the town, I
holiovo. When ho wout out of town
ho had' a Saratoga full of store clothes,
a high lmt, a cane, a shirt that butt
toned behind, two-buttoned, lemon
colored kid gloves and a diamond.
And ho had a stocking full of mon-
oy.
“Tho prodigal had a gbod time—a
right down uproarious timo—drunk-
every night and a head on him iu
tho morning. Didn’t know what to
do with histnonoy. Hisfrionds did,
though. Thoy always find out.
There had to oomo tlmt dreadful
fifteen minutes when a .man goos
through his clothes and finds not a
rod. Then tho har-koopor throw him
out. When that prodigal boy foot
ed it back in hiB old straw hut rim,
a gunny saok and nothing but stone
bruises on his foot, he urrungod a
pretty litt.lo speooh for the old man.
He didn’t want to got into the par
lor. lie wanted a soft horth in the
kitchon. But before he got near
enough for the dogs to burk at him
tho old man saw him and ho sets
tilings up handsomely. He puts his
own clothes on him, put a blood-stone
ling on his finger und put fiddlers in
the corner.
“Now turn your baoks*.upon tho
husks and the swine, my friends,
und come homo to tho old man—
come homo to your friends.”
. Under the genial influence of. Mr.
Burdette’s sermon a dozen of his
hoarors signed the pledge.
Choice Extracts.
Suroly tho church is a place where
ono day’s truoe.ought to be allowed
to the dissensions and animosities of
mankind.-—Burke.
Good temper like a sunny day,
sheds a brightness over everything.
It is the swootonor. of toil and tho
soother of disquietude.—Irving.
Tlmt wus a neat and wise reply of
the luto Bishop Wilborfqrco to one
who attempted to puzzle him by ask
ing which was the shortest way to
Heaven. “Turn to the right,” ho
said, ‘hind keep straight on.”
Evil in evil, that dark cloud which
Imngs over tho creation, wo discern
rays of light and hope; and gradually
come to sco in suffering and tempta
tion proofs and instruments ot the
sublimest purpose of wisdom.—Chan-
ning.
The professions of law, medicine
and theology not only, but the storo
und tho farm as well, aro waiting for
tho accomplished and willing grad
uate. Society everywhere needs hirn,
however, not as an ornament, a toy,
an intolleotanl machine to entertain
and to bo entertained, but as a work
er, and especially as a helper.—Oh ris-
tian at Work.
Business is tho salt of life.
Brave actions never want a trum
pet;.
Bacchus hath drowned more more
men than Neptune.
Be a friend to thyself und others
will lie so too.
By ignorance we mistuko, und by
mistakes wo learn.
