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Newspaper Page TextVOLUME VIII. DUBLIN, GEORGIA. WEDNESDAY. MARCH 10. 1886. NUMBER XXXVII. 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 cslewhere by special contract, * may ‘41 tf. THOMAS B. FELDER, Jr. ATTORNEY AT LAW, Duliliu. Georgia. W ill practice in the courts of the Oco nee, Ocmulgec and Middle circuits, and the Supreme court of Georgia, and else where by'special contract. Will negotiate loans on improved farm ing lauds. Feb. 18th, 1885.-Gm. Dp. J. L. LINDER. [SIX MILKS SOUTH OF DUBLIN.] OFFERS his services to the public at large. Calls promptly attended to, day or uight. Office at residence, aug .20, ’84 ly. CHARLES HICKS, Ml. D., PRACTITIONER. Dublin, Georgia. Jc20, lv DR. G. F. GREEN, . practitioner. Dublin, - ' Georgia. ."NALLS ATTENDED TO AT ALL KARL AND LISA. V^hours. Obstetrics aspecialty. 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Service was over in the little vil lage church of Waldorf, and the peo ple lingered about the door, in their simple, kindly fashion greeting one another and exchanging the news of the week. “Did you know that the Herr Count has come to live in his castle over yonder?*’ asked one, pot .iting to the stately tower that rose above the tree tops on the neighboring hill side. “is it so?” was the reply. “And does he bring his bride?” “The count has no bride,” said another speaker. “They say he cares only for the chase. That is why liqhas come, for hunting and—” “And for the good of his people,” interrupted Pastor Dohrmun, who came out to the church porch in time to hear the last remark. “Be not quick to judge harshly, friends. Count Friedriech knows that his coming, with so many guests and followers, brings prospetity to Wal dorf; and that he can see and relieve all the wants of his people while here. And his hunting is only of the fierce, wild boars which ravage the forests; he docs llot strike weak er game.” The next Sabbath the young Count Friedriech came, unattended, to the little church. Pretty Lisa Van Al ton, who led tho choir, saw the handsome stranger, and felt, more than once, that his eyes sought her face as Tier voice, pure, sweet and bird-like, rose above all the others, seeming to soar almost to heaven’s gates witli the worship of her pure soul. “Who is tho 'fair-hrtired maiden wlio sings like an angel?” Count Friedriech asked Pastor Dokrman. when service was over. Her father is fhy miller, Hans Van Alien,, and Lisa is ns good as alio is fair,” replied the worthy pastor, who Lisa (iko a daughter, and h.nd taught her to read and write, and sing (for t lie good old man had been a won derful musician in his younger day's) far better than many a high born maiden. It did not seem so very strango to Lisa when, one day, the count rode up to th$ miller’s cottage. Had he not causo, perhaps, for business there? But while he spoke to the father, iie loolced at Lisa, with a glance so full of respectful admira tion that little wonder .if it turned her pretty head, and sent all kinds of wild, improbable dreams rushing through her mind. ' She thought so much of the splen did young count as he rode away on hie fiorv, coal-black horse, that, she was angry when KaH Hoffner (ihe farmer’s son from Wildeman,) who had brought some flonr to the mill, came while it was grinding to see if Lisa's heart had softened toward him. For Karl lmd been Lisa’s faithful lover since ever he could remember, loving her with a love which grew and St rengthened with each year of his life. Faithful, though she only laughed at him, and would not be kind. . ’ He was a tall, straight manly fel low, handsome as Count Friedriech himself, a noble, too, with that true nobility of seal which is above the accident of birth-rank. But Lisa’s eyes were blind to all that, and she turned away impatiently from the story of his love. Karl was wire, and did not urge her to listen. There is an ancient Greek saying that “All things come to him who knows how to wait;” and he “knew how” to wait. And as • . - -* . the days went by, and Count Fried riech again and again sought Lisa’ humble home, the faithful lover s : }fh ed, but only said: “1 will wait. >U;It will all come right.” Meanwhile Lisa was living in a kind of wildly sweat dream. She permitted herself to thinK of the possibility of Count Friedriech lov ing her, forgetting tho barriers so sharply defined in Germany between nobles and peasants, which rehders marriage out of one’s own rank al most impossible. And forgetting too, that while tho count plainly ad mired her beauty, ho had given neither word nor look of love to light her hopes. To his live-and- twenty years Lisa seemed but a child and ho told her stories of the won derful world beyond Waldorf, where her voice might win her fame and gold; of the world where men did grand, brave deeds for their fellow- men. A.nd Rhe would look shyly np at him with her great violet oyes, and think they must he men suoh ns he who would do such noble acts. One day, moved to speak by the re lation of some thrilling story, she cried, artlessly, while yet her eyes gave force and meaning to her words: . “How I could love such a man as thatl” “Why, what do you know of love, little oue?” asked Couut Friedriech, laughingly. But her words made him think. Could it be that, perhaps, she was learning to love him? Was .it wise, or right, that, in all honor, he had sought her so often, just because her bright, winsom, natural ways rested him after the forms and cere monies of the fashionnblo world in winch he lived? He was thinking so intently, as he walked through the woods to the castle, that he did not hear a low, muttering, ominous growl which sounded suddenly close beside him, as a wild boar which has desc&nded from the mountain-top, sprang upon him from a thicket, and forced him to the ground. His life was in dire peril, for to tally unarmed and s taken thus at a disadvantage lie could in nowise defend himself; and, brave man ibough lie was, a fuintness, almost as of death, came over him, as lie felt the sharp teeth rending his clothes, and knew that in an instaiiL tho cruel jaws would-close di> his quivering; flesh. But in that instant help came. There was n crushing sound among the underbrush, and Karl Hoffner (who was on his wav to the miller’s) sprang forward, and with tho stout, iron-tipped staff in his uplifted hand, dealt a crushing blow on tho eyes of tho huge beast, blinding it instantly, and so freeing Count Friednech from bis deadly peril, by giving him opportunity to spring to his feet. A fierce rain of blows followed, Karl ceasing not to strike till the hour (which was a young one) lay crushed and bleeding and helpless no his feet. Then turning to Count Friedriech, who, still faint, from the siiock, leaned against a tree, ho said/ with a smile: “Purdon me, yonr highness, for daring-to destroy the count’s own game.” (The laws in Germany are most stringent with regard to gamo and limiting; and any infringement of those laws is severely punished.) But Count Friedriech took his hand, Karl’s brave right hand,, which had been so nobly uplifted in his defence, saying: “Do not jest, I pray you. Yon have saved my life, my friend from henceforth. Believe mo, I shall uot be ungrateful.” Next day the whole village rang with the fame of Karl’s bravo deed, and Lisa going down to the spring (Count Friedriech had had. spring water brought, in pipes, to a part of the walls.around the castle, for the use of tno village people and travel lers) for a jar of water, heard the story from some of the village maid ens. _ When they were gone, forgetting to fill her jar, she sat down on n great rock near the spring, thinking over this wonderful affair, when she heard footsteps, and looking up, saw Karl. “All, Karl!” she cried, “how bravo you are!” $I)P looked so kindly at him (hut KiuTtook heart, and sitting down besido her, said: “Dear Lisa! if only I woro brave and strong enough to conquer your heart, that would be something.” Lisa turned away her head, but did not withdraw her hand, which Karl had taken. And there, while the stony old dragon, from whoso throat a stream of pare, sparkling water leaped and full, seemed to lis ten and smile approval, while the roses that* climbed ovor the high stone wail, and hung in groat, riol: clusters far down its rough sides, seemed to nod their heads and breathe forth sweets odors of delight, the old, old story, of love was told again. But Lisa was still si Ion l. “All, Lisa! will you not speak?” implored Karl. Just then Count Friedriech loupod lightly down from the high wall as it its height were nothing to him and laying his hand on Karl’s shoulder, said: “Pardon me, my friond; and yon, also, Fruul.ein,”—turning to Lisa; “but I had como for some roses, and could not help overhearing. All, little maiden! yon do not prize the nobjo heart offered you, I fear. Do you not remember, whon onro I told yon of St. Hubert’s devotion to his friend, you cried; ‘How I could love such a man?’ and here is a greater hero who bogs your love.” Lisa turned slowly then, and looked first at Count Friedriech as lie stood before her. so grand, so no ble, yet. so coll to ller; then at Karl, with his warm heart glowing in his eyes; ant) all at once it soornod ns if she awakened from the feverish dream in which she lmd been living, and knew, ut last, that love only was to ho desired in all the world. “Yon have conquered, dearK rl,” she said, shyly. Few and simple words, hut enough to tuako Karl tho happiest man in Waldorf. ' “Then wo must fie married at once!” he cried impotirously. “For only this morning tho count appoint ed me his head forester, with a sala ry of more silver thalers than I can count almost, and the gift of that pretty cottage by tho oastlo gates, where there is plenty of room for thy dear father to live with ue.” Lisa shook her head at suoli hasty wooing; but before the toses had gone there was n wedding in the little village church. And now, iii all Waldorf, there is not a prouder, happier wife than pretty Frau Lisa %bffner.-—Katharine Leo, in A. I”. Ledger. A Romance of the Sen. [Macon Telegraph.) Tho history of Mrs. Elizabeth Monat’s adventures in Ihe North Sea, the most perilous of all the seas, reads like a romance woven from the brain of an Edgar Poe. Yet the main facts scorn to bo substantiated, and the story is giron credence by the leading journals of England and this country. Mrs. Mona' is a poor fiiherman'a widow and resides on one of the Shetland Islands. She is sixty years of ago, and laino. Recently she set sail aboard tho Columbine, a small fishing craft, for Lerwick, where she wanted to consult a physician. Leav ing Lerwick, tho little vessel, with its crew of three men and its solita ry passenger, became involved in a boisterous sea. The mainsail parted, the captain was swept overborn d,and the two sailors, manning the lifeboat, went to his rescue only to find them 1 selves loo lute and nimble to reach (lie ship again. The men reached shore after H rough experience, the Columbine drifted out of sight, and the news was Hashed over tho coun try. S'eatners went to her rescue and returned with nothing to report. The story of the lost boat with the aged passenger went on record and was almost forgotten. But Providence watched over the lost human being and held her in the hollow of His hand. Tho sails woro out, ns the ship rolled. Hang ing by one hand to a rope suspended from tho coiling, unable to reach the deck and subsisting upon a handful of biscuit, but undaunted, tho brnve woman held on. to hope for seven days and nights. Tho storms swept over the ill-futcd craft, spinning it in circles, dragging it stern foremost, and tearing tho masts from their sockets. Without light, chilled by tho bitter cold of tho storm for 1G4 hours, this frail woman resisted death and fonght off despair. Finally tho Columbine struck a rock in tho night time. For hours it ground and bumped upon tlio reef, threatening to go to pbices. Tho morning brdko, and dragging herself along tho floor, tho famished, frozen omituro succeeded in reaching' the hatchway and in gotting her head and shoulders out. Land lay before her—land and human beings. She was saved. Who can portray the agony of that week, the joy of that final hour? In nTveek more slie wiis back in Edinburg, and her story in every man’s mouth. How fato seemed to mock the powers of humanity. Men go down into tho seas in grout ships. The perfection of invention and the re sources of soienfc? are invoked to guarantee them safuty; yet they re turn no more. Alone, upon a dis- tnustod shell a helpless woman cross os tho stormy North sea in wintor, and the plank between her and the watery depths strands in tho only port within miles of wherojt struck, la it irony, or doos the Almighty choose thus to demonstrate thatHe has power ovor tho deep? and tho wind and waves oboy His will? '■ The Caroles* lluahaiul, - [Western Rural.] The homo that is not a model homo, is a curiosity, whatever its peculiar ruling defect may he. It may bo tlmt it is cursed with a hus band and father who has no consid eration for wife or children and in fact none for himself. Ho may be a chronic fault finder and it living magazine of temper which every thing that crosses liisvpuths serves as a lighted torch to explode. Ho flics into a pussion at everybody ami ev erything but himself. Ho permits t-lmt bad trait of human nature which prompts a man to lay tho blame on someb uly else every time, lo assume complete mastery over him. He carelessly shuts the door and pin ches his fingers, Tfnd then kicks the door down to punish it; ho burns his fingers recklessly and scolds his' wifo because the stove is hot. Bat he might scold worse if it was cold; lie cannot find his collars, hand ker chiefs, collar buttons, slcoyo buttons or anvthing else—a man never can find anyUiing-r-nnd lie storms «• round, mightily afraid all the time lie will find what lie is after, and have na excuse for being angry. There is no logic or sense in his ac-. lions or conclusions, and not the slightest connection between what he thinks lie is mad nt and the ob ject of his rage.- He is like one of tho justices of tho Supreme Court of tho United States, who missed a train because he did uot give himself time to prepare for it. It was the old chronic trouble—could not find something. In this case it was Ins trowsers. It will bo admitted the trowsers woro not nt fault. But when ho came buck from the depot lie took off his pants and loro them into a thousand pieces. It must have been an entertaining and ennobling sight to have seen si full grown mini standing in the middle of the floor, frothing at tho month, without any pantaloons on, (caring his trowsers to pieces because ho tjid not rench the depot on schedule time. The belief that man is just a little hit lower than the angels must be con* siderubly disturbed by such an ex- Dibit ion. A great deal of (lie peevishness and disagreeable fault finding and tomfoolery in the home is no doubt tho dircc'- result of sheer thought less no.-H. Men who are oftou con siderate and naturally kind forget thenieolves in tho family circle. They remind us of the absent mind ed professor. Ho was one day walk ing down the road, deeply engrossed in thought, when ho ran against a cow. Quickly removing his .hat hn- dor the impression tlmt he had col lided with a lady, he said: “Beg your pardon, madam.” Seeing his mistake, ho replaced his hat, and wont on with his thought and with his walk. Pretty soon ho did run against a lady, when the cow episode Hashed upon his mind, and ho ex claimed: “yon hero again, you brnto?” To got through this world without collisions, or to make the best of those wo meet, we must al ways have ourselves in our hand and bo ready to ad just*balances and apply such checks as our imperfect, natures iirc constantly in need of. In some respects homo lifo is tho most exacting and trying. It. is so be cause we must meet and (face what ever is disagreeable in it. Wo can- hot,turn away from it as we mnv turn from tho unpleasant portions of lifo outsido the home. It offon re quires large development of patience and unflinching courage and indus trious habits. A lazy man ought never’ to get married. 11 nine d u ties are too exacting for laziness. It is the husband’s duty, us wo sometime since said to assume a full share of the duties that arc popularly sup posed to be peculiarly the wife's du* tiso when lie is at home. It will not hurt him a particle to officiate in the capacity of mother to the ex tent that his clumsy fingers and awkward wavs will'admit. Certainly he should not expeot.to bo coddled and ontertainod as if lie were a baby. He is nig enough to entertain him self. The average theory of home lifo is, that.tho happiness of home depends solely upon tho wife; She is advised always to have tho lius- Imnd’a supper ready and hot. It seoms to bo supposed that she has married a stomach; and wo admit that the stomach appears to bo nil there is to some men. She is urgod to look prink and pretty as she did bofoi’9 marriage, but very often she prinked and looked protty to please u very different looking tnnn than lior husband now is.’ She is told to al ways have a smile for the dear, grumbling growling wild cat, whose very presence cnRts a gloom over the sunbeams that play upon the hearth stone. It is all nonsense. It is nil nonsense. It is her duty to do no more toward tho happiness of home than the husband docs, If she can keep him still and pleasant by filling his stomach, do it. If he was fool ish enough to marry a cook instead of hiring one, till him with victuals according to his expensive method. If he is determined to make a me nagerie of bis lionio by being a bear, it is perhaps b»st to keep him quiet. We never call the lair of the wild beast or t lie menagerie homo. The sunshine that makes home nover laughs in such places. The flow ers that are warmed into bloom by the hearts love and painted with beauty by the warm smile that lights up the faces about tho fircsido are what make's tho difference, between home and the stable. There are no clouds that ever overhang the homu that sunbeams, bright and warm and joyous, cannot penetrate. Love and reason, hope and aspiration, llend in a glorious, gorgeottk rainbow of promise tlmt arches the holy cir cle and every heart, and even through Stormfl of tears, smiles of peace shoot light which illumine the tear- drops until every one, hot and blistering though they he, sparkles with dia mond beauty and with a hallowed glow. In ihe midst of torturing af fliction of the icy coldness of nn nn« -sympathizing world llpp blisters or honumb8 tho soul fur- an instant it will find solace upon the placid cur rant of homo love and homo sympa thy that arc cve\i as a healing balin to the wounded spirit or the cheek that is scorched uY grief. Such is homo and it fills the husband, wife and child with n reflection of the bright ideal uf home that is the pro- duel of our longing and faith in ihe rr-Mu>>*d Cut Maud of God.

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The Dublin post. (Dublin, Ga.) 1878-1894, March 10, 1886, Image 1