The Dublin post. (Dublin, Ga.) 1878-1894, February 17, 1886, Image 1

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Newspaper Page TextVOLUME VIII. DUBLIN, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, FEB HU Alt Y 17. 1880. NUMBER NXXLV. Professional Cards. T. L. CRINER, ATTORNEY & COUNSELLOR AT LAW 1 , Du Mi >i -- Georgia. Wilt practice in Washington, Johnson, Emanuel, Montgomery, Telfair, Dodge, Pulaski, Twiggs and Wilkinson counties, mid 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, and else where by special contract. Will negotiate loans on improved farm ing lands. Feb. 18th. 1885.-6m. Dp. J. L. LINDER. [SIX MILES NORTH OF DUBLIN.] OFFERS his services’ to the public at large. Calls promptly attended to, day or night. Office at residence, aug 20, ’84 ly. CHARLES HICKS, M. D., PRACTITIONER. Dublin, *je20, ly Georgia. DR. C. F. GREEN, PRACTITIONER. Dublin,- - Georgia. /Nalls attended to at all Ohours. Obstetrics a specialty. 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HIS DRESSING-GOWN POCK ET. $10.00» Year, Including the Great Sunday Issue of the ••News.” ; The Daily News gives prominence to all matters relative to the AGRICULTU RAL, MECHANICAL and MANUFAC TURING interests of the country as well as the GENERAL, POLITICAL and COMMERCIAL news. Its TELEGRAPHIC, STATE. GEN ERAL. LOCAL aews ami MARKET de partments are acknowledged to lie the best and mo.-rl comprehensive of any paper in the South. Subscribe through your ■■ ews Dciilcr or Posf Muste O’ send direct I v to J. H. ESTILL, Savannah, *Ga. There was a letter in his dressing- gown pocket. I was mending Ins dressing gown (Pedro’s), and natu rally I put my hand into the pocket.. It was wash day, • and men always accumulate handkerchiefs about them and cook had sent up word that '‘this timo she hoped there would be no after claps, for they broke her heart.” I gave Susy the two handker chiefs I found in the pocket; but it was not until after she had gone out of the room that I took out the en velope I felt there. It was a cream-colored one, with a note inside. And a wife certainly huu a right to read her husband’s letters, or where is confidence? But when I did read it. I gasped with horror, for tins was what I said: Eear Pedro,—I am getting jea! oils of that Piiilada of yours. Come over after tea.” The rest was tom off; only a num her, 120 street, gave any clew to the writer. I knew no one at 120 street. Of course, I could not know a woman like that. VVliat a wretch! There could be no mistake. No on*e else in America was named Ped ro, ami I was perfectly sure that there was ..not in tnis generation another woman named Pliil- da. We can’t help our' parents bap tizing us what they please, however. So I shan’t apologize for my odd name; but it was hideous confirma tion of the fact that some womati hud written to my husband to meet her “us he promised.” Ob, if only the name had been leftl I was con vinced that it had been torn away on purpose; and, from the happiest creature on earth, I became the most wretched. Not married six months, and this sort of thing gong "on! On, oh, on! If I had been more than twenty and in-less than perfect health, 1 should have.had an attack-of heart disease, or a fit of some sort. As it was, my blood boiled. I cried aloud, with rage and humil ation, like a baqy; not at Jail as stage heroines weep. Then I remembered SusanV big eyes and long tongue, and went to hide myself in my room. What shall I do? What shall I do?” I kept saying ty myself under the sheet. What shall I do?” At last I cried myself to sleep, Then I struggled up, perspiring in iny warm clothes, looked at myself in the glass, said it was a dreadful dream, and saw the pink envelope on the dressing-table, and scroumed; Ob, it is too true! too! true!” Then I put the thing back into the dressing-gown pocket, put my. hair up, and decided to discover the iruth. If Pedro did not. go out alone that evening I would never think of the mutter again. There were dreadful women in the world. If he received such notes,*and made no response, all the surer of his Jove, uud some day I would put my arms about his neck, and say: “My dear, I read that note, and nothing could ever make me doubt you now—nothing!” And by and by I quieted down and looked more like myself, and at lntich time I don’t think Susy noticed much. Still she dill stare. Pedro came home a little late, ami in a great hurry for dinner. He had put his dressing-gown on, and stretched himself in up arm-chair near the grate afterwards’, and I felt sure that he would stay at home. I just began to fee! happy again, a lien suddenly ho plunged hishund into his pocket, drew his eyebrows down, and jumped up, I watched him closely. lie hung bis dressing-gown up, took his coat iown. put on his hat, said, “I won’t bt gone an hour.” and hurried out of the house. The moment lie had gone 1 rushed to the dressing-gown. He hud taken the note. It was as I had not dared to fear, then; bat I would not quail. I had a large cloak—a derby—and a big bine vail at hand. Hurrying them on. I followed Pedro, and knowing the way to street, caught of him at last. I felt as if I should die, but my resolution to see what happened aid not fail. He stopped at 120, and rang; the bell. The door oponc'd, and he went in. I waited outside. I heard music. Now. and thou the door opened, and some people came out. There seemed to be a party there. When any one emerged I walked a little way, and then turned back. At laH—oh, how long it seemed!—my Pedro came out, with a woman on his arm. Her figure was trim, and she walked well. She wore wraps and what is called a “fascinator”—a sort of ovening hood —on her head. I followed, gaining on them by degrees. “This is like old times, Pedro,” 1 Heard her say. I did not hear his answer. Sin quite nestled up'to him; the tones of her voice were soft and familiar, and l had heard that voice before. I was following them blindly, tak ing no notice of the street, when suddenly they stopped before n liotiso. I knew it; its very railings were familiar. I began to under stand. Then I hoard every word “Got u latch-key?” asked Pedro. “No; but Maggie is coming,” said she. “Will yon come in?” “A minute,” lie said. Ho went in. I did not mind; 1 was crying with mingled shame and relief. This house belonged , to my husband’s mother, who was only seventeen years older thau lie was Inoiselr. I was an njiot; and I ought to have remembered that mother-in law’s cousin June lived at 120— street. She had asked him to be her escort—that was all. As foi me—I wus an idiot—a complete idiot—who ought to bo shut up out of harm’s way. My only hope now was to hurry home and hide niv folly from every body. Man. proposes—so floes woman. Things are disposed by heaven, as we have all heard. I had hurried on a block or two. when some one said in lin ear. “Where are you.going my dear?” I turned and saw a young man. and also noticed the smell of li quor. ‘How dare yon speak to mo?” I cried. i “ljaro!” .said he. “Oh, I’m no coward. Never afraid of a gal in my life. Take my arm. “Go away,” said I. “Oh, pshaw!” said he. “You don’t want me to go.” I hurried; ho kept at my side. Ho said 1 don’t know? wlmt, but I do know that at last ho kissed me. 1 uttered a yell that would have done credit to an Indian on the war path, and the next instant the insolent man sprawled in the gutter and a voice cried: Let the young woman alone!—A girl that shrieks as you do seems to be in earnest,” the voice added. Shall I seeyon safo out of this fel low’s reach? New York is no place for girls to run about alone in at midnght. Good haa veils J it’s Phil- d.i7” It was Pedro’s voice. He stood there looking at mo, strangely white: The man staggered to his feet and stumbled away. Take my arm,” said Pedrrf, in a tone I had never heard before. We wulked on together in silence for a long while; then— “Philida, what does this mean?*’ asked Pedro. “You .must never ask mo,” said i. ; & ■ *' % ■ - “Musn’t I?” fluid he. “ludoed, I must; though, of course, I know it is all right. But how came yon whore I found you?” “I never moan to tell you,” said I “I am too much ashamed.” “But I think I must know,” said ho. “I’m yonr husband, I left you beside your own fireside. You said nothing about going out.” I might have told a fib, but I would not do that. Besides, I had admitted that I had done uothing to ho ashamed of. I was silent. “Well?” said lie. “You’ll liuvo to take my word that there was no harm in what I was about,” said I. But I felt there was harm; that it was scarcely decent to go about the city at night watching one’s bus band like a detective; and my voice had no honest ring in it. No more was said until wo got to the house; then he sat down before me. “Philfln,” said he, “I have trustod von from my soul; but men have trusted as entirely, only to be de ceived. Who was that man?” Gracious goodnese! how should I know?” I gasped. ; “Did you go out to moot him?” asked he? “How dare yon insult me?” I 1 cried. I drew myself ap, but ho looked at once so furious and so wretched that I resolved to take all the shame of my folly upon my head rather than bear this a moment more. I went down upon my knees on the hearth rug hkoa guilty wretch, aud sobbed out: Hi was all: he cream-colored note. I fli !n t Know it was ft’om your mot her. Lthought it was some old love, and I—I Mowed you If that brute had not instilled mo. I’d novel Inno t<dd you--never. .Oh, forgive me, and don’t—tlon’l—don’t toll vour.mother.” After that, I Imd to tell the whole sUioy from first lo lust; but before I got through'I was foi given. I have never been j abuts since. To be lire, /’vo never lmd anv reason that l know of. Flour Corn. Mr. J. A. 1 lotoliCKot) t who has pl'iiited a little of tliis corn- for the past two years brought ns some -ample ears of iho same last week; also a sample of the flour made from the coni, which we had made into bread to tests its \ irtue as such. The (lour reseoHdes very much in appear nnec the boil grades of flour made good wheal, but contains in our judgment less gluten. ’Tho bread made from or of it is very good and sweet, but has a slight.roughness not found in wheat bread. Mr. Hutcheson says the estimate oi thirty-live to sixty bushels per acre mentioned in our last issue was not his cstiimPo, as ho has never thor oughly tested its productiveness? but is satisfied from the lests he has given it that its yield per acre, if proporiy cultivated, will far exceed that of wheat from the same land. Having tested its viituo in - bread, we aro satisfied it will prove to be a valuable acquisition to onr food crops if cultivated. As it grows in clusters of stalks it will undoubtedly bo a vuluublo forage crop also for stock.—Forsyth Advertiser, Travelers in the East have fre quently desersbod the in nlii hides of dogs in the streets of Constantinople aud other Turkish cities id Europe and Asia. But, strange to say, the dogs do not go mad and there arc no cases of hydrophobia among Eastern populations. When a Turk is bitten by a dog he calmly accents his futo, aud this is probably the reason why he escapes an attack of hydiophobia, A remarkable explosnre, which occurred in Germany shows the force possed by dust. A sack of flour, falling down stairs, opened ayd scattered the contents in a cloud through the lower room, wliero a burning gas flame set fire to the dust, causing an exidos'on which lifted a part of the rooff off the mill uud broke almost all the win dows. At the Gate. Ono of the sweetest memories of my otirly childhood is that of com ing home from school (which seemed dull ami tirosomo to me at first) with a feeling that / hud ' been away n long whlie, and seeing the house at. a great distaneo along the streets of a suburb of Philadelphia. Just the house; and there, standidg on the. steps, niy mother wuitfng-for mo, with l.er face turned the way that 1 should come. At that sight my heart would leap, and 1 would feel snob floods of love sweep over my heurt, and begin to run until 1 came near enough to kiss her and hold hor in my arms. /loved homo. Never shall / for get thoso days of my early years; the sunp’os pleasures of oTir life; the big sitting-ro<j>in where wo gathered in the evenings; the garret whore we spent rainy day& in all sorts of rotups; or tho garden full of lark spurs, and lady slippers, and mari golds, and artemisias, and dahlias in their time. Never shall / forget, while / li\e, tho big Boston rocKing-chuir in which, at twilight, mother used to sit, tucking one of us on either side of her slim little figure, and looking and telling us stories, or repeating poems. Yet.. before all. comes that piotnro on ihc doorstop—my mot her waiting for ms as / came from school. /t was many years ago, but I have seldom come home sinco without finding her looking, or at least wait ing for mo. / have 'nevergone-out; without kissing her good-bye. W> have been parted very little until now, my mother and /; and still she read mo what she liked host, orj re peated those poems she loved: Still, until now. When hist / wrote for you, dear reader, she lived. To-day, as / write, my heart breaks over the thought that she is dead. She died died in my arms, and / parted from her amidst the stiow-drifts I hat swopi ouor Greenwood that dark.day. How cruel they seemed! How cruel tlioy soemedl IIo.w cruel 1 / shall novel' see .hor again with living eves, nor hear hor voice with living ears;-trey- er, novor. But / know that in that blessed place to which sho—so good and innocent, so truly that blessed thing, a pparo-nmkor—has assuredly gone, she will remotnhor me; and, ah! if I come at last to where she dwells, / shall see her first. The days bo they few or many; will seem long; but at hist./slm)l see lief! Ah! sundy, / shall see her as / saw hoi in tho old scliool-drys, the sunlight oil her forehead, her eyes turned toward me, her hands outstretched, waiting for me at the gate. it. k. d. A Hotel Porter’s Fortune. John Carroll is to be buried this morning at 8:30 o’clock from his late residence? No. 915 South Seven teenth street. Ho was a tall, broad- shouldered man of forty, slight to the eye, but wonderfully wiry and as hard of muscle as iron. Visitors to the Colonnade Hotel (Wing tho past, fifteen years knew him well. IIo was tlrere all that time as head porter, and lie was a faithful one, and bright. lie died Tuesday, leaving a fortune estimated at $100,- 001). About four years ago be fell heir to a fortune of some $60,000 left him by an uncle who had died at Oil City after having grown rich by investments and transactions in oil hinds. Carroll had accepted his good luck as ho did everything that came to him, good or bad, in a quint, plrlosoplvical way. /t made no change whatever, in his manner, nnd although ho was able to buy and sell three-fourths of the people whoso luggage ho handled, ho still was respeotful and deferential, and no-, cepted Lips from people \yhqse every penny lie could match with'a dollar. His earnings as head porter wore, owing to his popularity with tho patrons of the Colon nude, very (urge, sometimes reaching, it is said, $25 a day. lie had invested Ins savings with prod Ruble foresight, in real es tate. Ho used his in heri tango in the same way. and at. his death ho wus iho owner, it was tliouglu, of thirty or .forty,. honses, and wus a mom her of several bulling associa tions.—Philadelphia Press. How ft Horse Feeds., Something may he learned by oh servgl how a horse picks up his feed, either in gracing or when fed in tho stable. One will have a very good idea idea of tho sensitiveness of tho uppei lip, and how cleverly the horsb gathers in tho choice herbage or liny, and rejects the waste. This mobile, prehensile feeling, separates the selected food from that which is rejected. Tho horse cunuot see the herbage exactly under his mouth, but the lip pushes away the undesir able food, and gathers with the greatest precision, that which is se lected from tho rest. In a weodv pasture, this instinct o/ the lip is brought into action in-a most pecul iar and interesting manner, and ex quisite sensitiveness of the delicate nerves of this organ. One who Inis seen this action of tho. lip, and real izes the great sensitive of it. will never permit himself to practice the excessive cruelty of putting a t witch about a horse’s upper lip for any purpose, for the torture of it must ho vesy great indeed. -Pennsylvania statues allow a man to marry his mother-in-law. Is it for this reason ihat Pennsylvania is spoken of a« provincial aud uncivil ized? Laughter. Do we, as a rule, .laugh enough? Is there not too much beefsteak and too little gfav) for salutary digestion in the every day consumption of brain food? Is there spice enough to Reason the standing dish oi! drudgery?/There is a service to a cltitsie laugh, and iis relation to physical comfort is noteworthy. Our emotions are the phfy thing of Jp*..., surroundings, and the * graces wo would cultivate can never be perfected h tin atmosphere (hat is not curdia. Tho nightmare of disaster is over disturbing new endeavors and cherished veil lures, aud it-it is to bo dispelled the hairiest helper is itiio sunshine of mirth. To one who is in tho mtulstrom of cares, or who is a galley slave in the hi niggle to exist, or ojj whose cast of dice is staked the gain on loss by. living, there is no force that can sustain a broad humor. Music has a” power to iitrlnen louds, to relax hows, hut Jit side shake seems to he quite a salu tary to tie weary Opes ill the mar- kot-phtco. A ditty travels to tho .springs of the feelings, hut a neatly pepotratel pan “niakea the man of care tako cheer as lie toils. The mind that is lost to overy appeal save tho requisitions of liis vocation needs to be switched o(T. and fHian- dv way to do it in lo Lickle him. It, is said of Lincoln that his indulgence in laughing and dry satirizing was a physical necessity—that the respon- ‘ sibilities of Ills policy (luring the war would have chafed him to des pair had lie not repeatedly laughed away his fears or Hill his forebodings with funny exuberances. A Georgia (On(m:1i Arden. * 'The Home Cornier vouches for the truth of the following: About three years ag'> a young white man who lived in this city, left for Chat tanooga* and shortly afterwards news came to bin wife, who was left be hind, of his arrest for stealing a horse for stealing a horse ami buggy. I he young man was sentenced to the 1 eiiiioi-sci penitentmry end some •iuic after he had donned the stripes nows earno to Ins wife that iie was dead. About, one year ago, t he wile plighted hor troth with another, ami the two have since - lived happily together. But, a few days ago. tho hilppinecs of I 11e I nil UilS bioken liv liushaml No. 1 arriving on the >ci and it has not yet been dei whose wife tho woman is.

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The Dublin post. (Dublin, Ga.) 1878-1894, February 17, 1886, Image 1