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VOLUME VIII.
DUBLIN, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, EFBKUARY 3. 1880.
NUMBER XXXII.
Professional Cards.
T. L. GRINER,
ATTORNEY & COUNSELLOR
• AT LAW,
Dublin - Georgia.
Will practice in Washington, Johnson,
Emanuel, Montgomery, Telfair, Dodge,
Pulaski, Twiggs and Wilkinson counties,
and eslewhere by special contract,
may 21 tf. ^
THOMAS B. FELDER, Jr.
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Dublin, - Georgia.
Will practice in the courts of the Oco
nee, Ocmulgee and Middle circuits, and
the Supreme court of Georgia, aud else
where by special contract.
Will negotiate loans on Improved farrn-
’ Ing lands.
Eeb. 18th, 1885.-Gm.
Dr, J. L LINDER.
[SIX MILES NORTH OP DUBLIN,]
OFFERS .his services to the public at
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“Mrs. Bacon! Mrs. Bacon!” cried
Mrs, do Luce.
“Yes, ma’am.”
The housekeeper started to her
feet at the sound of her lady’s voice.
“Missus is in a temper,” she said
to herself, and smiled, and looked
amiable, hoping to conoiliate; but
the lady did not smile in return.
“Mrs. Bacon, my daughter is
playing with a dirty, little tenement
house boy.”
Mrs. Bacon turned red.
“Phoebe told mo that there had
been a child there lor several days,
and that you actually allowed Gladys
to play with him,” continued the la
dy. “I refused to believe' it, but
she asked me to see for myself. He
is there. Wlmt does this mean* Mrs
Bacon? Who is he?”
“My first cousin’s second wife’s
annt by marriage’s daughter, ma’am
began M\rs, Bacon.
“This boy”—gasped Mrs. deLuce.
‘‘This boy is that?”
No, ma’am,” said Mrs. Bacon,
plucking up spirit. “I only said
that my first cousin’s second wife’s
aunt: by marriage’s daughter lets
lodgings since she was a widow, left
with a house of her own; and one of
them died, on her with a week’s rent
owing, a fortnight ago, and this was
his child; aud as for sending it to the
poor-house, who could have the
heart? and I thought I’d have him
in my room a hit; and he’ll, do any
thing you bid himjand Miss Gladys’s
just run iu; aud though shabby he is
uot dirty;and I’ve given those' old
clothes master said I might have for
any poor person, to be made over
for him; and—”
I fail to understand you, Mrs
Bacon!” exclaimed Mrs. de Luce. If
the lodger died, I’m sure it is to he
lamented. Bui why should Gladys
be set to play with the child? and
are you sure that the disorder wasn’
catching? Send the boy away at
once, and tell him never to come
again. He looks like a foreigner.
“I believe his pa was Eyetalian,”
said Mrs. Caeon; “but as good a boy
and—”
“Call Gladys and send the boy
away!” interrupted Mrs. do Luce
“Really, Mrs. Bacon, I thought you
could be trusted.”
For one moment it occurred to tho
housekeeper that it would be de
liglitful to give a month’s warning
and spCak her mind; aud, to do her
justice, it was rather hecauso she
loved-little Gladys so well than be
cause of her .good salary that she re
framed.
Mrs. do Luco swept out of the
door and entered her carriage; tho
housekeeper bustled into the little
room she called her parlor.
A fair-haired girl and a dark but
beautiful boy were sitting opposite
each other on little benches. The
.boy was singing a little song.
“Liston! it is so pretty,” cried tho
other child, with her blue eyes
shining—“so pretty.”
“Yes; it’s lovely,” said Mrs. Bacon
“And now I’ll give yon each a bit of
cake, and then Giacomo must ran
away. Your ma doesn’t like you
play with little boys, she’s just told
me. So,you’d belter not come again
Glal” , .
“Can’t, he play with me any
moro?” sobbed Gladys. ‘.‘Oh,
rolist, ho m08t.” ' -t /
“I shalUjeso8orry not to come hero,”
said the boy, wiping away a. tear
“but I will go nowhere thuL they do
not .wont me/” v -v ^
‘ “Y'pu’re a little gentleftntaii,
you are poor,” said Mrs. Bacon
Ufanot me, Gia; : I’d lik- son
to stay here, poor boy.” “No one
wants me,” said tile child. “Mrs.
Garth doesn’t; I heard her say so,
And I will never goto the poorhouso,
never.”
“You might get to be acasli-bov,
Mrs. Bacon said; “or you could sell
papers.” % $
“I could' do one thin?.” said the
boy. “If I had a violin I could play
he
on it; but I have none. I could go
to places I know, and piny, and they
would give me monoy. I play well
enough.”
A little creature like youl” cried
Mrs. Bacon. “Well, I never!”
“I have a violin,” said Gladys.
It’s all my own. My poor Uncle
William gave it to me bofo/e ho
died—that and his music books. I
shall never learn the violin. Mamma
says tho piano is right for girls. So
I will give yon that. Uncle would
Uko it, beoanso then you cun earn
money.”
Gladys ran away. Up in the nur
sery the violin lay, on an upper shelf.
After some teasing, the nurse-maid
consented to leave her fluting of her
own caps for a moment and,,get it
down..
ten, in the housekeeper’s room
the boy proved his skill.
“Such a little creature to play
tunes!” cried the housekeeper.
“Now kiss and say goud-b/e,” she
said.
Gladys'began to sob.
“Good-bye,” said Giacomo.
“Sometimes, when every one is
asleep, I will come and play an the
pavement before your house. Listen
that you may know it is I. I will
always begin with this tune. It is
a song, called, ‘I Remember Thee.’ ”
Ho playod -it over and over
again.
I shall not forget it,” said
Gladys.
The boy sighed and lifted his lips
to those of the housekeeper; then he
kisHed the littlo white hand of baty
Gladys, and was gone. ..
For a long time Gladys used, now
and then, tv be awakoned from her
baby sleep by the sound oi a violin.
Listening, she would hear that air
“I Remember Thee.”
“It is Giacomo,” she woald say.
And tears would fall upon her pillow
to think of the child alone in the
dark midnight streets. ; k
At last he came no more.
“Como bore,* little fellow,” a mu
sician had said to him, one night.
You are a genius. And in tho
name of .Heaveu, how do you comb
by suofi a violin?”
Then he had talked to the hoy,
and it had ended in his taking him
abroud with him. lio had called to
see Mrs. Bacon, to tell her what had
happened; but she was away, and the
waiter did not think it worth while
to remember his message.
Fifteen years had passed. Ip a
little room, in a small surburban
house, sat an old woman and a young
one. No one who had ever seen
Mrs. Bacon could have failed to
recognize her, though she hud aged
considerably. The girl was Gladys
de Luce. Strange things had hap-,
pened since those old days when
M i s. Bacon was 'her mother’s house
keeper. That mother, left a widow,
had married a rascal, who hud wasted
her fortune, and finally broken her
heart. Gladys hud found Mrs. Ba
con her only friend. The old wo
man had taxen her little savings and
kept a humble borne for them bpth
in this littlo cottage, while Gladys
gave lessons on the piano to young
children.
She was uo genius, but hud good
masters, and taught patiently.
To-night she was busy trimming
a pretty though simple bonnet for
evening wear. Two tickets had
been given her for a grand affair. A
violinist, said to be unequalled, was
to appear for the first time iu
America, and tickets were utterly
beyond her reach; but the bachelor
uncle of one of her pupils had given
her two, which he had intended to
use, but could not, being obliged to
leave the city on business.
“It wasso kind,”said Gladys, “and
we will enjoy tho music, I know.
Oil, Aunty Bacon, do you rcMuem
ber littlo Giacomo? I believo he
was a little genius. I wonder what
became of the sweet littlo fellow.”
“I wish I knew,” said Mrs. Bacon,
“I do, indeed. ^ i hope it was no
harm. He has a good little fellow,
and he might have stayed in that big
house. His meals would novor have
beon missed by any one; but your
ma wasn’t very apt to take to poor
folks.”
So they talked over tho past, and
Gladys felt herself on the verge of
tears, as she recalled the memory of
those nights in which she was awak
ened iu her warm bed to hear the
little violinist playing, “I’ll Remem
ber Thee,” in U10 cold street below
ber window. Sho had never heard
any one else play that air .m all her
life;
The night of the concort came.
Gladys, ohaperoned by Mrs* Bacon
cook her place in the large room
filled with fashiouable women and
men of sooioty. The lights were
bright, tho dresses olegant. Great
pots of plants adorned the stage.
Beyond hung a rich drapery of
cretun colored velvet. It formed an
exquisito background for the spleu
did figure and. beautiful, dark face
of the great musician, as he
advanced toward the ^foot
lights.
Ile playcd; none who .hoard him
ever forgot. Thunders of applause
filled,'the hull. Ho plaped again
amidst u; rapture of silence. Encore
followed encore.
In reply to one of those, ho step
ped forward and turned- 11 his fnoo
toward the seats in winch Gladys
and her old friend sat—his oyes met
those of the girl across the heads of
the other listeners, and suddenly she
heard mu&io like n revelation from
an angel’s beaut, so sweet, so low, so
tender, Not tho less grout for its
simplicity was that to wbioh tho au
dience now listened; they did not
know the.irame of tho composition,
but Gladys knew. She had heard it
in the street below her window many
a winter night. It wus tho tune lit
tie Giacomo had bidden her keep in
mind,-“-“I’ll Remember Thee.” Yes
ho had remembered; for he saw her
he was playing it to her, and this
was Giacomo. t
Shortly aftor, an usher brought
Mrs, Bacon a card. It was from the
groat violinist, bogging th'em to re
main seated uftet the perform
ance.
That night they drove to their
iuunble ubode in his carriage* Ho
held a hand of each. '
‘But for your gift/1 never should
have beon what I am,” ho said to
Gladys; and then ho spoke of the old
times, of the little cukes Mrs. Bacon
had giveu him, and of the kindness
which hud kept him from suffering
when lie was left an orphan. “Did
you ever hear me play beneath yoiir
window?” he asked. Gladys; and she
answered:
“Oh, yes; I have always remember
ed how I used to cry for you there in
the lonely street.”
“Poor little fiddler,” said tho great
man, ‘‘I can hardly believe it was I!
Yet here beats the same heart; and
remember it is to you I owe it
nil.”
'Wlmt Is the Matter With Paris?
[Illustrated London Nows,
tn the bygone days the Parisians
usod to dance for the benefit of the
vict ims of a simoon in Patagonia or
some other equally vaguo and distant
charity. Nowadays they duuoe for
their own benefit, in order to make
monoy oirculuto out of one pocket
into another. A gr ml ball, wo are
told, galvanizes Parisian conirnerco
into life. This is possiblo; only, like
the wator cascades on the stage, this
monoy thus ,ppl into circulation is
always the dame. A grand ball was
held on Satu rday at the palace of tho
Tribunal of Commorce; It wus
very fine spoptaclo. It cost some
60.000 francs, and it put into circu
ltttiou among dressmakers, florists,
glovors oabtneu some 170,000 or
180.000 {ratios according* to gtho
calculations of an ingenious statisti
oian, who tpekons that oaoh lady
went tb this ball spout for Llio ocea
sion. a five-pound note on dormg*np
np her old ball dress aud buying
gloves and flowers. This idea of the
ladies doing up their old’drewes is
lamentable; it shows wlmt a sad start
Paris is .in; how universal and pro
found is tho misory. Aud yet on
Satin day there were some Anarchist?
who wished to protest again t the
“bourgeois saturnalia” of; this ball;
a handbill whs issued, signed by tho
revolutionary oxeoutive committee,
inviting tho “friends and brothers”
to muni fest. outside, and hoot tho
enrriaagos asjthey/lrovo up to the
palace. Tjio manifestation was
failure. It-is grotesque to hoot
democratic yellow cab.
Wise Words.
A little praise is good for
“Well, reader, yon know how this
story ends just as well sw I do. Im
agine the wedding, and make it as
splendid as yon please, only I will
tell you this much: In the elegant
home to which Signor Giacomo con
ducted his bride, there was a place
of honor for good Mrs. Bacon.
Mary KyU Dalian, in New York
Ledger. v .' '."'d
1 ■ - w»l it
To cure dull times: Apply ad
vertisement to the afflicted parts.
Somebody sends us a circular which
begins, “Are you troubled with full
ness in the stomach?” And this to
an editor. . Ye gods!—Evansville
Argus.
The job office to well joke is going
its annual rounds again, and it makes
us tired. Nobody ever heard of
printer’s towel being washed. We cut
ours into slabs and sell them for
shingling woodsheds with.—Fall j
River Advance. I
u bIiv
temper; it teaches us to rely on kind
ness of others.
Method is the very bingo of busi
ness, and there is no method without
punctuality,
: Whatever you wd’uld have your
Children become* strive to exhibit in
your own lives and conversation
Tho first ingredient in conversation
is truth, the next good' sense, tho
third good humor, and tho. fourth
wit.
It is bettor to sow a good heart
with kindness tluin a field with corn
for tho heart’s harvest is perpetual
Ho that blows the comls m quarrels
lie has nothing to do with, has ho
ighb to complain if the sparks fly iu
his fuco.
The man who is jealous and onvi
ous of bis neighbor’s success has foes
in his heart that can bring more bit
terness into his life than can any
outside enemy.
If tho way tho money has beon
obtained could be written out over
donors names in the walls of church*
os, how many would blush to road
sonic of tho inscriptions.
This lifo would indeed be a blank
this world u woary and desolate waste
if, after a misfortune has befallen ns
we had no friend to call in and say
“I told you so.”
Let us never foiget that every sta
Mon in life is necessary; that each
deserves our resect; that not the
station itself, but the worthy fulfill
meat of : ts duties, does honor
man.
Matrimonial Advice.
They who marry for physical char
actemtics or external consideration*
will fail of happiness.
Marry in your own religion.
Never both be angry at once.
Novor taunt with a paBt mistake.
Lot a kiss bo the prelude of a re
buke.
Never allow a request to be re
peated. *
Lot self-abnegation bo the habit of
both.
A good wifo is the greatest earthly
blessing.
“I forgot” is never ai> exceptable
excuse. ■ •
If you must criticiso, let it be done
lovingly. - •
Make marriage a matter of moral
judgment.
Marry into a family which yon
havo long known.
Nover make a remark at the ex
penso of the other.
Never talk at one another, either
Hlono or in company.
Give your warmest sympathies for
each other’s trials.
If one is angry, let the other part
his lips only for a-kiss.
Neglect tho whole world beside,
rather than one another. ; ;
Never Speak loud to one another
unless tho honso is on fire.
Lot each strife to yield oftenest la
tho wishos of the other.
Always loavo home with loving
words, for thoy may be the tost.
Marry into difforont blood and.
temperament from your own.
Novor deceive, for the heart, onrv
misled, can never trust, wholly
again. # T;
It is the mother who moulds ih*
char actor and fix^s the destiny ot
the bh’Ht
Never find fault unloss ,it -M per
fect ly cortain a fault has been com
mitted.
Do not herald the sacrifices yon
make to each other's tastes, habits < ;•
preferences.
Lot all your mutual accommoda
tions be spontaneous) wjrcle^soaly 1
and free as air.
The very felicity is in tfc* mntmd
cultivation of usefulness.
Consult ono another in all that
comes within tho experienes, obewt-
vation or sphere of the other.
A hesitating or grum yielding
the wishes of the other alwaysgrut-*
upon a loving heart.
They who marry for traits of mir. *
and heurt will seldom fail of pere-
niul springs of domestic onjoymem.
Never rofleot on a past Mtiv »
which was done with a good raoti -
and with tho best judgment at tb«
time. ■
Thoy are the safest who mar *
from tho standpoint of sentiritent
rather than of feeling, passion os
mere love. ;
Tho beautiful in heart isamiHio
times of more avail as seen ring do
mestic happiness, than the beastifni
in person.
The Advertising that Pays. •
Fitful, uneven, furtive and unsys
tematic a<lyerrising is not that which
br'mgs success. It is the steady,
wisely written and interesting state
ment of styles, quality and price*
which capture the trade. No one
who bus not studied tho matler
knows how intontly the advertise
ments, especially of dry goods and
grocorfos, are scanned by tho ladies;
boots, shoes, clothing, machinery,
etc., by thegoutlemen. Steady and
intelligent advertising of these lines
of stuple always pays a bigger )>er
cunt, of profit than is roalized from
any othor kind of expenditure.
Steadiness in any kind of business is
a most admirable nod paying quality.
—Waco (Tex.) Examiner.
Who Is the Scamp.
A certain Southern Senator <wh<<
stands very high in the councils • .
the Democratic party is in a goau
deni of trouble* caused by his owi
indiscretion. Only a few days *?<• -
this Senator came to Washing!*
from bis homo in the Booth. K
took u section in live Pullman cw».
Occupying the im)joining seaii«m
was a young girl about aevonUxo
years of age, who waa o» has way
*Nortl» to a boarding unhook Tv-*
old, gray hairad Boaalsf *
th# young girl and its ymag g ; .»
looked at the Senator. Ttof* loolMI
separately and they looked together.
The porter came in and mods op
tho sections. Tho Senator rapar-l
for the night’s repoau aud the you* <
lady disappeared behind the folds < 2
Lite curtains in front of her section.
—Washington Letter in Boetou
Traveller.
The Hinosvilte Guxotte eays the
Altumalm is on a boom, and the far
mers along the river are busy getting
their cattle and hogs out of l‘a»
swamp.