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YOLUME Till.
DUBLIN,. GEORGIA, YTEDNESDAY, APRIL 21. IfcSG.
NUMBER XLIII.
TOWN AND COUNTY
CITY OFFICIALS.
MayOr.—J. C. Scarborough.
Aldermen —M. ft. Jonhs. J: B. Wolfe.
R. M. Arnau, Dr. G. P. Green, D. A.
Smith. '
Clerk.—E. J. Tarpley.
Marshal.—W. R. Hudson, i
COUNTY OFFICIALS.
Ordinary.—John T. Duncan.
Sheriff.-J. C. Scarborough.
Clerk and Treasurer.—Handy Smith,
; Tax Receiver.—F. D. Beall.
Tax Collector.—J. B. Jones.
Surveyor.—Ira V. Hilbua.
Coroner.—James Barfield.
COURT DIRECTORY
s ' —FOR—
laurens county.
Court of Ordinary .
1st Monday in each .month.
Judge.—John T. Duncan.
Sheriff 8 ales.-
.month.
-1st Tuesday in each
Superior Courts.
4th Monday in January and July. •
Judge.—C. C Kibhce,
Solicitor General.—C. C. Smith.
iounty Court.
Monthly “Sessions.—2d Monday in each
month.
Quarter Sessions—2d. Monday in Jan
uary, April, July and November.
Judge.—Mercer Haynes
Solicitor.—Thos. B. Felder Jr.
Bailiff—T. B, Hudson.
Justice Courts.
342d. Dist. (Dublin) 1st. Friday in each
K.H. Walker J.-P.
D. P. Robinson N. P.
343d. Dist. (Pine Tuckoy) 1st Saturday In
each month.
J. C. Bracewell J. P.
(Dennis McLendon N. P.
18071h. Dist. (Lowrys) 8dSaturday in each
month.
I. aawr Miller .T. P.
J. F. Currie N. P.
13C8th Dist. (Burch) 2d Saturday in each
month,
C. J. Clark J. P.
John Burch N. P. '
1809tli. Dist. (Reedv Springs) 4th Satur-
R. ^KngsLldjfpl
P. E. Grinstead N, P,
344th Dist. (Hnmpion’s Mill) 3d Ihiday in
each mopth.
N. M. Colder J. P.
S, T, Darsey N. P.
345th Dist. (Harvaid’s) 2d Saturday, in
each month.
WSlliam Gilbert J. P.
D. J. Pearce N. P.
i
341«aDist, (Burgamies) 8d Saturday in
each month.
W. A. Wood J. P.
N. S: Dixon N. P.
391m Dist. (Bailey’s) 2d Saturday in each
nonth. ' ' ' - 3
J. B. Peiry J. P.
J; L C Stanley N. P.
86th Dist. (BucKeye) 1st Saturday in each
month.
E. M. Lake J. P.
J. L. Jones N. P.
1809th Dist (Jackson's) 1st Saturday in
each month.
John L. Keen.
W. T. Bedgood N. P,
B2d Dist. (Smith’s) 1st Saturday in each
month.
A. T. Shell.
Bennett KeaN. P.
1338th Dist. (Oconee) 4th Saturday in each
month.
M. Thicpen J. P.
John Wilkes N. P.
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SOMEBODY.
Somebody coming into the world.
Somebody’s leaving it, somebody weeps
Somebody’s bark on life’s stream is whirled,
Somebody gaily glides over the deeps.
Somebody somewhere is laughing to-night,
Somebody’s singing while somebody
sighs— ' .
Somebody somewhere’s quaffing the bright
Fruit of the grape—wh He somebody dies.
Somebody’s heart is bursting with joy,
Somebody’s starving somewhere alone,
Somebody’s praying for somebody’s boy—
Somebody suffers and making no moan..
Somebody’s hand is lifted on high—
Somebody’s" heart is riven in twain;
Somebody somewhere hears somebody cry
Arid the river flows Smoothly .again.
Somebody’s dirge is suncr by the waves,
„ Somebody nevermore sorrow will know;
Somebody Dame Fortune’s fickleness
b raves
Soifiebodj’s soul’s as pure ah the snow;
Somebody’s heart’s as black as the night,
Somebody eyes are closed—ncath the
sod;
Somebody’s soul was too weak for the
And so it soared upward—to Godt
THE
DOCTOR’S
STORY.
GHOST
“Believe in spirits?” said the old
doctor, “I’m a spirit myself in hu-
man frame, and I hope to live after
the body in which I now dwell has
ed away. 1 know that if I
should go before my wife, 1 should
like to come back and say to her that
it was all right, if I Could; and I will
if I can. But I have not been in
Hie way of meeting “mediums,” or
seeing their “manifestations.” I
have hud some queer experiences in
my own person, and who has not?
and one of them 1 will tell you. It
happened fifteen years ago, in thecity
of Philadelphia.
I had an odS.ee there, and a pret
ty -good practice. As yet I did not
keep a carriage, and I had a hard
time of it in storniy weather, and,
like all men; 1 sometimes caught
co|d. When I did, I did not take
any medicine, but managed, if possi
ble, to take more than usual care of
myself. And one night in Decem
ber I went to bed .early, intending
to stay there until morning. The
bell might ring as much as it would,
I should notamswer it. My own pa ;
tients wore n«ne of them in any dan
ger, and u newono would find a doc
tor anywhere in the street, which
was full of offices. {Jo, with a sigh’
of satisfaction, I swallowed a glass
of something hot, tied up my threat
and tucked myself between the blank?
cts. Usually I loft a light burning.
On this occasion 1 put it out, and
the total darkness helped me to go
to sleep more rapidly ilia’ll usual.
“I certainly slept soundly, and I
awoke with a start, and a sensation
of cold that was almost painful. .
“ ‘A chill, I suppose,’ I said to
myself, as I opened my eyes; and
then I saw that the room was light
—it had been, as I said, utterly dark
—and that the figure of a woman
stood at the foot of the bed. She
was pale and fair, and I could see
that her eyes were blue. She had a
gray cloak of some sort wrapped
about her, half over her head—I
tninkitwnsa hood—and her gnze
was so intense that it startled me.
“Who are you, and what do you
want?’ I asked.
“And a faint voice answered in a
whisper:
“ ‘lam Margaret. I arn Marga
ret* I am John’s Margaret. Go to
him.’
“ ‘What is the matter with him? I
asked; .
“ ‘Go,’ she said. ‘You must go.
What will the children do if ho dies?
Go! Lapps Court, number four.
Go!”
“ Then she was gone, and the
light see m ed to go _ with her. As |
felt my way to the lamp, I remem
bered that it had not been like lamp
light, and there was no moon that
-night. ■- -
“N y man who is fit to be a doctor
Will r.-fuse to attend an urger.t. sum-
inbns while ho can walk. All res< -
lutions to the contrary arc forgotten
when the call comes.
“ 1 dressed myself hastily, and
would have hurried out of the door,
but, to my surprise, .1 found it fast
bolted. Thcro was.uootlipr door to)right.
the room, but that which led into
one belonging to the other occupants
of the house. This, also, was bolted!
on the inside. I searched the place;
—a very easy task, for it had no hid
ing places but a pantry and the
chimney—and decided that my visi
tor was the phantom of a dream.
Still, now that I was dressed, I re
solved that I would sec it out, and
locking my door behind mo, I went
out into the street.
“The outer door was well fastened,
and the key was ot) the nail where
my landlady always hung it; The
mystery deepened.
“I went out into the street and
hurried toward Lapps Court. A
court is an institution peculiar to
Putladelphia; an -alley-1 iko place,
never a thoroughfare, but blocked
across the end by a house, similar to
those which face each other on eith
er side, often so nearly that their in
habitants could shake hands from
their windows, were they disposed to
be so friendly. The front, doors
open into the lower room. And as
I entered Lapps Court, 1 saw that
there was a light in No. 4, while
all the rest were in utter dark
ness.
“I advanced to the door, put my
hand.on the lock? and found that it
opened, without resistance, into a
small living room. A stove, in
which a fire burnt dimly, a rag car
pet, some chairs, and a largo crib, in
which two children lay asleep, were
all I saw at first., Then the faint
light of a glittering candle revealed
to <ne the figure of a man lying on
his face upon the floor. I rushed
toward him, and saw that he. held,
elutehed in his hand, a bottle label-
eled ‘Poison.’ To stoop over him,
to And that be still lived and to makl 1
my way to the apothecary’s, the
lights in whose windows had at* met
ed my notice as I passed it, occupied
but a few moments. The apotheca
ry himself, a kindly old man, prom
ised to follow me, and did so.
“Together wo restored the man
to consoioMshcss and suffering, and
finally to his senses. Then he told
us a pitiful tale. His wife was dead.
He had two children, who were but
babies. Life wus worthless to him
without the woman lie loved, and he
had lost his situation in a store.
“I could not collect my thoughts,’
he said. 'I made a mistake, and
lost the proprietor five dollars, and
he dismissed tile. People are kind-
hearted; they would feed those ba
bies. As for me, I’m done for, used
up, wiped out. I don’t cure for
life, or life for mo.’
“Then lie looked about him in a
curious way.
“ ‘How did you come to find me?’
he said. ‘I did not think any one
would come until morning, though,
of course, I left Lho door unlocked.
Our neighbor would come in to see
the children when they clod. She
is a good woman.’
“ ‘I suppose your neighbor called
me,’ I said.
“ ’Good old soul,’ said lie; ‘she
meant well, but I wish she had not
done it.’
“ ‘This was a young woman with
blue eyes,’ said I. ‘Why, there
hangs the cloak she wore, and 1
pointed to a gray one on a hook
near the door. Margaret she said
she was; John’s Margaret.’
“Tne man lifted- himself on his
elbow.” ■*
“ ‘My wife was named Margaret,’
he said. ‘I am John. What do you
mean?’ ;
“I told him my story, the old
apothecary listening the while. An<!
when I hud finished the man hid his
faco in his hands and wept like a
child. -
“ ‘I am content to live.’ he said.
‘It.was my wife who sent yon to mo.
That was wlmt she constantly said to
me, “Yon must live for the chil
dren’s sake.” I believed that when
wc died wc slept and wore nothing.
Sho believed in heaven, and promised
to return and provo that she was
Somehow—how, God only
knows—-she cable to me, and I am
content to live and do my best, for
wo shall meet again someday. You
saw my Margaret’s spirit.’
“That is what ho thought of it,”
said the doctor. “I only toil the
9tory; explain it on any oilier thoo-
ry, if yoit can.
“John is alive now and getting on
very well. His little girls are growu
up, and his homo is comfortable and
happy; but lie is very constant to
Margaret’s memory.”
“ ‘I looked forward with joy to
death,* he often says, ‘for I shall
meet her on the other side and be
happy once again.’ ”—N. Y. Ledger.
Buried in a Stone Jar,
Near Burkesviile, Ky., on the
Cumberland river, a man named Ra
ven was one day fishing off the bank.
This was in 18*36, or a year later.
The bonk was of clay, six or eight
feet above the water, and Raven sat
with his legs hanging over. He had
been sitting there for an hour, swing
ing HR heel$ against the bank, when
his foot struck something which
gave out a curious sound, and lie in
stinctively looked down. Between
his feet he saw a stone jar, or at least
a portion of one, protruding from
the bank. It was at least four feet
below the surfcce, and ho had con
siderable trouble to unearth it. When
lie had done so, however, and re
moved the wooden cover fastened
over the month, he found the con
tents to consist of a gold watch,
three or four gold rings, six silver
teaspoons, $500 in Kentuoky^ State
bank bills, $5Q^in-gdW,'f20’1h silver
half Hollars, and about a quart of
dimes and five cent pieces. Alt hough
the jar was tightly corked, the damp.:
ness had got in and mildewed the
bank notes until they fell to picees
in his hands. Had they been all
right, however, they would have
been of no intrinsic value, as all the
state bank circulation had giver!
place to greenbacks. Speculation as
to who planted the jar brought no
cluo to the owner further than that
it could have been no resident of the
county. It hud probably been in
the ground many years, for the river
had been eatfng away at the bank
with each freshet, and finally brought
a portion of the jar to light. It
must have been buried six or eight
feet froth the bank at first.
' Stewart’s Lust Dinner.
The Inst Sunday dinner at the A.
T. Stewart palace was a momorablo
one. Lord Mandoville was thore,
Hon. John Bigelow and Pierropont
Edwards, Judge Hilton, of course,
and eight other gentlemen beside the
host, Mrs. Stewart being absent
One of the gentleman invited being
taken sick, sent his regrets, and
thuis to Hilton’s annoyanco and
Stewart’s absolute dread, there was
just thirteen sat down at the table.
Hilton offered to leave so as to re
duce the number to twelve. But
Stewart and the rest would not spare
him. No one else could bo askpd to
leave. Stewart couldn’t leave him
self, aiid so, with a strange forebod
ing the millionaro poured out the
blue seal for his guests. Eight days
later the millionaire lay dead in a
chamber near the dining room, and
the blue seal hus not been poured
out since.—.Yew York Mercury.
SENORITA LOPEZ.
Tn» HANDSOMEST FEDERAL SPY.
Honest industry is always reward
ed.’ No young man need complain
of being kept poor if he rolls up his
sleeves and goes cheerfully to work.
If there is one match * that has
been struck, lying in a box with ten
thousand good ones, a man is al
ways sure to get that identical
second hand match when ho has
occasion to light the gas at mid
night.
The largest clock ever known is
that in the cathedral at Scntsburg,
it is one hundred feet long, thirty
foot wide and fourteen feet deep,
and hus been in use for three bun-
dr*) ycore.
When the Senoritn Maria Lopez
made her appearance in Atlanta du
ring the siege alio oreated a decided
sensation among tho gallant officers
who were fighting all day and dano-
ing all nigh!;. The Senoritu was
pretty. Her flashing eyes seemed
to look right, through a mun, and her
rnunner of fluttering a fan was too
eloquent for anything. Just whore
tho.Sonorita Lopez came from no
one knew. She suid that her father
a New Orleans refugee, was in Rich
mond, and that in returning from a
\isit to friends m Charleston she
.had recoived instructions to await
his arrival here. Of oouree this ex
planation was satisfactory, and if
there had been any doubt tho young
lady’s glittering diamonds, bright
eyes, and ardent Confederate prin
ciples would have won the day.
We were not entirely gi ven over to
sackcloth and ashes during the siege.
Balls and receptions took place ut
most overy night; and there wore
various amateur entertainments. In
all tho festivities of the time the
tho charming Spanish senoritn
bore horpart. She was tho acknowl
edged belle of the siege, and her al
most reckless daring completely fas
cinated the officers, from tho general
down. Ono thing about Maria Lo
pez delighted ns. Federal shells had
no terrors fpr her, and when other
ladies shrieked and ran off uncero-
mouiously from their visitors to
plunge into. a. bojnb-proof, this
brilliant and fearless' creature would-
simply clap her hands and make
some scornful remark about the
wretched aim of tho Yankee gun-
nors. After our fortifications'around
the. city had been noarly completed,
the senoiita rode out every day with
some of her military adnitrers to
view the works. Thit was rather
perilous. Stray bullets and shells
were always whizzing by, and it was
a common thing to srou gcnorul or
a colonel dodge behind a tree. But
it was soon noticed tlmt tho senoritu
never evou ducked her proud little
hoad. Sho would sit on her horso like
a statue, and laugh in derision when
her escorts proved thomsolves tinuble
to stand thp racket.,
“Oh, I would give anything to bo
a soldier!” she said one day, after
looking through Colonel Blank’s
field glass. “I wpnld glory in the
opportunity’of showing men how to
fight and die for a great cause.”
Perhaps this was too intense, too
bombastic, but in thoso days every
thing that wo wrote and sfioko wus
in this fervid strain; So tho sen-
orita’s talk provoked no comment,
except a tribute of admiration.
One day our heroine passed me at
a gallop on her way back from- the
breastworks/ Something whitaflut-
tored down from her riding habit. 1
picked it up but the lady was out of
sight, riding liko tho wind. Thought-,
lessly I allowed tho paper to come
open. What I suw troubled me not
a little. I saw traced out in detail
the plan of fully half r/f our forts
and trenches. Tho paper also con
tained the location of cortaih govern
ment buildings, and an estimate of
our forces.
There was bat ono thing to do. 1
hated to get a pretty woman into
trouble, but I had to do my duty.
In an hour’s time tho paper was in
tho handa of the provost-marshal.
The next day I was brought faco to
face with Maria Lopez. The hear
ing was in private, and a circle of
colonels and majors sat around the
accused, frowning at me ns if I had
been guilty of somo criminal act.
When I related tho circumstances
attending tho finding of tho paper,
tho littlo Spaniurd looked at tho of
ficers with u merry smile.
“1 dunk.” said she, “that you
don’t care to hear from me. I will
say, however, tbut I iiuyor saw the
paper, und therefore could not have
dropped it. The young man per
haps found it, but hecou)d not l&ve
soon mo drop it.” She smiled sweet
ly on the provost-marshal.
“Aheml” said that individual.
“Thero must be somo mistake here.
Wo do not doubt your fidelity, sir,
but we lmd hotter hear no moro of
this.”
I was dumbfounded and abashed.
Knowing very littlo about tho ways
of the world, I hastily rotired, thank
ing my stars that Iliad saved my
head In a day or two tho Senoritu
Lopez disappeared. Hor lovers did
not have time to mourn her loss, be-
cause Slocum's corps crossed tho
Chattahoochee, and our forces had
to got ont in a hurry. But I wiu
destined to boo tho senbritn again.
Many of us failed to follow Hood’s
army south. Wo woro whirled about
in snob a vortex of confusion that
we wore glad to escape with our
lives. Among other flotsam and
jetsam l was thrown beyond the
Federal lines. Stranded in Nash
ville, at that timo a vast military
camp, I felt badly ouougli. I could
not go south, aiid I cotild not get a
pass to go nortii. ‘ One nigiit I went
to tho theat.ro., Duringono of the
scenes there was a buzz, and peoplo
stogd up to look at a man in tho
* css circle just abovo my head,
rially I rose, as somebody said:
“He is the most successful guerilla
and spy "oh tho Union side.”
I stood up until my face was on a
level witli tho railing of tho dress
It was a wonder that I didn’t
faint.
Looking calmly, mockingly, into
my eyes wao tho handsomest man l
over saw. lie was dretmed in a glit
tering uniform, qhd woro diajnondij.
That clear cut, dark face, thoso
t ic loft oar—thero could be no nus-
take.
I seized my overcoat and rushed
out ofitho door just in time to hear
tho alleged Sonorita Lopoz say in »
voice like a bugle:
“Arrest that man.”
A wave of darkness came over me J
An officer caught mo by the arm. I
felt that I was lost. If tho : Senorita
was not only a mau, but an enemy,
I had no mercy to hope for,
Thore was a sudden tumult, wild
cry of fire, and then a crowd snrgod
down tho stairway. When I picked
myself up the officer who had arrest
ed me lay on thp sidewalk with a
fraotured skull. I limped quietly
away, and took the out-going train
for Louisville. I had no passport
and trusted to luck.
“Passes, gentlemen,” shouted a
sleepy lior.tenant, us ho passed
through the car. I kopt my head
bowed down, with my hat over my
0y0B. 1 v f; . •;
“8co hero, show your pass,” said
tho officer.
A gruff man behind mo spoke up
and said: .
“You don’t want to hoc it twfoo.
Ho<showed it to you a minute ago.”
“Beg pardon,” said the soldior,
slightly confused. He went on and I
was safe at last.
I have never scon the senorita
since, and I have no desiro ever to
meet her, or rather him, again. He
would have had me shot as a spy
beyond n doubt if Jt had not been
for my lucky escape at tho theatre.
■—Atlanta Constitution.
Killed by Prohibition Hitter*.
Ala PAHA, April 14.—Yesterday
morning a negro died suddenly about
two miles oast of this place, It soems
that the negro had been on a pro-
trap ted spree on “bitters,” a prepara
tion which is being sold in this sec
tion in spile of the law against soil
ing intoxicating drinks, and whilo
the jury was satisfied that apoplexy,
of which he died, wus superinduced
by lho “bitters,” yet ijjoy did not
feel qnito sure enough that s»ch wna
tjio caso tv so stale in their verdict,
Ono or two other nuddeu deaths iu
iIjiB.segtjpn have been credited by
rumor ffitJ) lhe«c bitWr»,