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VOLUME VIII.
DUBLIN, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, MAY 19. 188G.
NUMBER XLVII.
TOWN AND COUNTY
DIRECTORY.
CITY OFFICIALS.
Mayor.—J. C. Scarborough.
LDKRMKN.—M. L. Jones. J. B. Wolfe.
. R. M. Arnau, Dr. Q. F. Green, D. A.
Smith.
Clerk.—E. J. Tarpley.
Marshal.—W. R. Hudson.
COUNTY OFFICIALS.
Ordinary.—John T. Duncan.
.Sheriff. -J. C. Scarborough.
Clerk and Treasurer.—Hardy Smith,
Tax Receiver.—F. D. Beall.
Tax Collector.—J. B. Jones.
Surveyor.—B. H. Blackshear.
Coroner.—James Barfield.
COURT DIRECTORY
—FOR—
LAURENS COUNT.
Court of Ordinary .
1st Monday in each month.
Judgk.—John T. Duncan.
Sheriff Sales.—1st Tuesday in each
Superior Courts.
4th Monday in January and July ,.
Judge.—C. C. Kibbee.
■Solicitor General.—C. C. Smith.
' County Court.
• ■. ...
Montrly Sessions.—2d Monday in each
month.
•Quarter Sessions—2d. Monday in Jan
uary, April, July and October.
Judge.—Mercer Haynes
^Solicitor.—'Thos. B. Felder Jr.
Bailiff.—T. B. Hudson,
*• Justice Courts,
342d. Dist. (Dublin) 1st. Friday in each
month.
K.H. Walker J. P.
P. Robinson N. P.
43d. Dist. (Pine Tuckey) 1st Saturday in
each month.
.. C. Braoewell J. P.
Dennis McLendon N. P.
3367th. Diet . (Lowrys) 8d Saturday in each
rncmtii.
jLaniar Miller J. P.
J. F. Currie N. P.
3368th Dist. (Burch) 2d Saturday in each
month,
p. J."Clark J. P.
"John Burch N, P,
1369th. Dist. (Reedy Springs) 4th Satur
day in each month.
R. A.-Bedingsfield J. P.
•P; R. Grinstead N. P, .
344th Dist. (Hampton’s Mill) 3d Friday in
each month. .
N. M. Coxder J. P.
T. Darsey N. P.
345th Dist. (Marvaid’s) 2d, Saturday in
each month.
William Gilbert J.. P.
ID. ‘JPPearce N. P.
341st Dist. (Burgamies) 8d Saturday in
each month.
W. A. Wood J. P.
8. Dixon N. P.
891st Dist. (Bailey’s) 2d Saturday in each
•month.
J. B.'Perry j, P.
J, I. 0, Stanley N- P.
.86th Dist. .(Bucfceye) 1st Saturday In each
moBth.
E. M. Lake J. P.
■J. fj. Jones N. P.
1809th Dist (Jackson!s) 1st Saturday in
■eaeh month.
John L. Keen. J P,
W. T-'Bed,rood N. P.
62d Dist. (Smith’s) 1st Saturday .in each
month.
A. T. Shell. J. P.
Bennett ICea N. P.
1838th Dist. (Oconee) 4th Saturday in each
month. *
M. Thigpen J. P.
.John Wilkes N. P. ;: : ;
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. MY LAD SO TRUE TO ME.
I am a happy maiden,
And have no thought of woe;
His ship may sail in the sunshine,
While here the tempests blow.
And the faith of my true heart tells me,
Alike on land and sea,
God’s loving care is everywhere,
And my lad is true to me.
O, rolling, foam-capped billows.
That break on the sapdy shore,.
Like white-winged bird, so lightly’
His ship away you bore;
And soon on your brea9t, returning
Those blond, white wings I’ll see—
O, calm and strong bear him along,
My lad so true to me I
They say the sea i£-cruel.
And sailors are untrue;
That many white*winged vessels He
Beneath those waves of hlue.
Yet thousand ships, sail safely on
O’er bright or stormy sea;
I know hell eome to his happy home,
My lad so true to me.
Soil am a happy maiden,
That will not think of woe;
His ship may tail o’er sunny seas.
While here the tempests blow;
And I pray each night and morning
That here the storms may lie,
And the sun may shine on this love of
mine— - . ; : ’ . , ; -
My lad so trilc to me.
—Abbe Kinnc in N. Y. Ledger.
_——.
TOM'S WIFE.
A stoiit.littlemanvwrappedin a
gray cloth overcoat, just the color
of hip own hair, with it fringe of
whiteAyhjskere underneath his chin,
bright bltie eyes and a brown, wrink
led complexion—Miss Medbury sel
dom saw such customers in tho se
cluded shades of her ‘‘Employment
Office,".and the showily-dressed can
didates for places giggled a little, as
the old man stood in the middle of
the room, staring blankly nrotind
him, with fur driving gloves in one
hand, and a whip in the other.
“Is.this the Employment Office?"
said Uncle Timothy Trotcombe, as
Miss Mcdbury advanced with her
best-courtesy to meet him. .
“This is the placo, sir,” said Miss
Med bury “What can we—”
“I want a gall" said Uncle Timo
thy./
“A domestic?’’ said Miss Mcdbury,
blandly.
“Well, yes, if that’s what you call
it,” nodded Undo Timothy, wiping
his bald brow with a yellow silk-pock
et handkerchief.
“In what capacity?” questioned
Miss Mcdbury.
“Eh?"'said Uncle Timothy.
“To discharge what duties?” ox-
plained the lady.
“To help round the house gener
ally,” said Uncle Timothy. “My
wife, she’s down with the .rheumat
ics, and $6 I want a gal.
“What remuneration lire you pre
pared to. offer?” discreetly inquired
Miss Mcdbury. 1 i ;
“Which?” demanded Uncle Tim
othy Trotcombe,’ with his hand
behind his car.
“Wages, in short!” said MissMed-
bury.
“Oh!” said Uncle Timothy. “Yes,
I couldn’t think what yon .meant*
Well, it’s an easy place—only the old
lady and ino. But it’s out in the
country-—”
At this there was a general tossing
of heads, and elevating of noses
among the expectant candidates on
the employment benches.
“And,” went on Uncle Timothy
Trotcombe, “there’s cows and chick
ens to see to, and a many odd chores
to do. And my old lady, Che’s pe
culiar, and things must be done her
own way, or not at all. But I’m
willin’ and ready to pay what’s right,
and I want.to take some one light
hack with me in the red eulter as it
is waitin’ at the door.”
And so saying, he sat himself
down, and looked expectantly at tho
iows of i?‘lielp” who occupied the
back benches of the offico.
Miss Medbury went in and out,
whispering and coaxing, but not a
damsel could bo found to volunteer
as “gal” to Uncle Timothy Trot
combe and his “old lady.”
“In the country, indeed!” said
one.
“And only ouo help keptl” sniffed
another.
‘•Two old crabs like that!.” com
mented a thiid.
“Not a bit of socioty for a poor
girl!” added a fourth.
And Miss Medbury was just about
to return to Uncle Timothy in des
pair, aud tell him that she could not
possibly fill his order, when a tall,
woman, in a faded black silk dress,
often-mended gloves, and a worn
black shawl, Bteppped forward from
her seat in another corner of the
room, and spoke a fow words to Miss
Medbury in a whisper.
“But I thought,” oried the latter,
in some perplexity, “that you de
sired a position as lady’s maid, or
companion to some—”
The tall lady colored deeply.
“It doeB not matter,” said she. “1
—I like that old gentleman’s face. 1
think I would like to try the situa
tion.”
And Miss Medbury introduced
Miss Lynn to Uncle Timothy Trot
combe.
“Do you think she would do sir?”
she said.
Uncle Timothy recoiled a pace or
two.
“O,” said he, “site wouldn’t do at
all.”
Miss Lynn’s face glowed a deeper
crimson than ever.
“Why .not?” she questioned, faint
ly-
“It’s a gal I \yaut, not a lady,”
said the honest old countryman,
bluntly.
“But I can work, if only you
would try me,” pleaded Miss Lynn.
‘‘Can you wash?” asked Uncle
Timothy.
“Yes.”
“And iron? and bake?"
“Only try me.”
“And make soft soap? and sew
rags for home-made carpet? and
bring up little chickens aud turkey
poults by hand?” added incredulous
Uncle Timothy.
“ Whatever I do not already know,
1 shall be glad to learn,” said the
tall woman, eagerly. “You are look
ing at my dress I soe?”
“ Well,” confessed Uncle Timothy,
“hired gals don’t generally wear
silk gov?nds, and—”
“But it is all I have. If yon will
engage me, I Will buy a calico dress
to work in,” urged the girl. “Try
mo, sir, please, I will do my best—
and ! do not ask for high wages.
And I have always fancied that I
should like the country.”
“Come along, then,” said Uncle
Timothy Trotcombe. “I’m blessed
if I Won’t risk it; though I’ll bet a
cookey my old hidy’ll say you’re too
fine for the situation.”
So Mary Lynn went out to the
old one-storied farm house, with the
huge butternut trees bending above,
and the little cataract roaring down
the glen behind, and, strange to
say, Uncle Timothy Trotcombe’s
old lady” fell in love with the-pale,
sweet stranger at first sight!
“I made sure you wouldn’t like
her,” said Uncle.Timothy.'
“That shows just how : m noli
a man’s judgment is worth,” said
Aunt Betsy. “To be sure she hasn’t
had much experience in doing hquso-.
work, but she’s quick to learn, aud
handy nn t.he kitchen, and, I declare,
her hiinds are that soft and her ways
that gentle and coaxing as. it’s a
pleasure to have her wait upon
one!” ''
And by decrees Aunt Bejsy wiled
this stranger’s sad story from her
with womanly sympathy and arti-
fiCtft/v/ 1 /• ’ ' hub/ -i
“Poor Iambi She’s got a husband
somewhere, luit she don’t exactly
kppw where;^’ said Mrs. Trotcombe.
“There was meddling’friends, and
he was jealous without a reason.”
“Or With one,” said Uncle Timo
thy, shrewdly.
“Don’t tell me” said Aunt Betsey.
“And she ran away to her own folks;
and they was dead, and she was too
proud to go back and tell, her hus
band of all she had suffered; and final
ly she fell sick, and nearly died in a
hospital. And when she came buck
to life, t*s it were, she?aw everything
in such u different light; and she
begged and worked her way back
to her husband’s house; and when
she got there, lo and behold, the
house was shut up, and he was gone
to Europe. And sho wrote to him,
and she never got no answer; and
now, poor child, she’s supporting
herself us best sho can. I wish you
could a-seetl her cry, «?Uli Lor head
on my lap. I cried too.”
“I’ll venture you did,” said Uncle
Timothy.
“Well, nobody could a-lielpod it.
And then I told her tho story of our
nephew Tom, as we brought up just
like a child of oivr own, and how ho
went West and married iheplay-aotin’
beauty, and how she fan off and left
him, and broke his heart ; and how
he was wanderin’ around now in
Switzerland and Vienna, and them
ftirrin parts, try in’ to forgot her;
And Mary looked up at me with her
lug eyes, an* says she, ‘O, dear, dear
Mrs. Trotcombe, don’t judge tho.poqr
girl too liurdly! Loph a(;.nic, and
think what she, too, may have suf
fered. And I declare to you, Timo
thy, it net er occurred to me before
that there might have been two sides
to that question, too.”
“Humph!” said Uncle Timothy
Trotcombejand he took snuff. “Did
you tell her as Tom.was coinin’ baek
this weok?”
“No,” said Aunt Betsey. “Why
should P”
“Did it ever strike yon as possible
that he might come to-day?”
“No,” Aunt Betsey answerod,
wondering more and more.
Uncle Timothy wheeled the old
lady’s invalid chair a step or two
forward, so that it was on a range,
will) the window, and then lie point
ed out towards the garden gate,’
where tho crimson honeysuckles
were just bursting into bud and a
white lilac waved its crests of bloom
back and forth in the soft spring
wind. A tall figure, bronzed inHlic
face, and bearded us to the chin, was
striding through. /'
“It’s Totul” said Aunt Betsey,
spasmodically clasping her hands.
“Yes, it’s Tom,” said Uncle Tim
othy. ‘Husbi’ .
For at that instant a slight figure
which lmd been stooping’.over Aunt
Betsy’s white lilies, rose into the
bland May sunshine, and the two
young people stood face to face.
‘Tom! Oil, Tom!’ 1,1
‘My Mary!’
And the next moment they were
clasped in each others arms.
Uncle Timothy and Aunt Betsoy
stared at one another.
‘Old lady,* said Undo Tiru.pthy,
‘did you never suspect this?*
‘Never!* cried the old wifO; with
mist fast gathering on her spectacle
CINCINNATI ON GUARD.
State Militia Encamped Near
Cincinnati—Reason for Servi*
j ces for Serious Alarm—
^Parsons Defiant in fits
Hiding Place.
‘I did,* said Uncle Timothy;‘long
ago. Well, its ulI right now. Pull
down the shade, old lady. It aint
hardly fair for old folks like you and
trie! to be peeping. And Toni will
hardly think of us now,-
‘Well,* said Aunt Betsey, husk’ly,.
‘I am glad of it. Fur I always like;
that girl. *
‘So did I,* said Upole Timothy
Trotcombe.—Amy Ran(loVph\ in N.‘
Y. Ledger.
A good two-
rfeetodry;
rule—Keep your
; ■■ UrtUl . V f/q tub l<( ‘fl;;
There is. not a particle of sritis-
faction in telling iVirian he is u liar;
for if he is lie knows it, and if he
is not who does the lying?
’ Five thousand broom handjes ; a
dity lire made in a certain township,
and tho market men never stay out
at night inter than nine o'clock.
An enterprising reporter, writing
of a wreck at sea, stated that not
less than fourteen of tho unfortu
nate crew and passengers bit the
dust.
The latest floating conundrum is,
“Which have tho wo»\it tempers,
blondes or brunettes?' Married
readsrs may ask their wives; unmar
ried ones should bo kept in blissful
ignor.ti.ee.
Cincinnati, May s.—Outwardly
tliere lo vopy little Apparent change
in the strike in this oity. The em
ployers have beon voted ten hours
'pay, and eight. hours work, and
number of individual manufactories
have made settlements with their
men, but a groat mass of the strikers
romain idle. ■ Thei'C is but little in
dication of a stri kc on tho streets.
There are no crowds und business
scorns to be progressing as usual.
Orderly processions of strikers have
passed through the streets every day
and their very pronounced denunci
ations of violence and part'ioularlv
of socialistic methods, has givon to
tlie publio u sense of freedom fi-bm
dangor of a riot. The feeling has
nqt been shared by tho authorities.
:Fpr several days the First Regiment
of Qjiio National[g&ards has boen on
dyty night and day at its armory'
near the court house. Several hun
dred special policemen have beon
appointed and sufoty organizations
have been mado all over tho oity at
tlio mayor’s request. Four regi
ments have been sent here by tho
Governor. Explanations for all this
precaution is made to-day for tho
first time. It is that the polioo
commissioners huyo discovered that
Socialists to the number of Bix hun
dred are organized, and arrived with
effective rifles, that they control
here a manufactory of dynamite
bombs; that the one used in
Chicago was made here; and thoy
havo now on hand for use, a snpplyi
of those infernal muchines. The
commissioners claim that thoy have
found the name of the manufacturer
Win. Hawkins, of Covington, KeU-
tt}cky/
The seventh regiment arrived this
afternoon and has gone into camp in
the Hamilton county fair grounds,
about six miles from the city. Oth
er regiments nro expected at this
crimp to-night, The force will havo
tri;o field pieces and nine galling
jins.. Col. Fred Moore of the First
regiment has been'placed in com
mand.
: Parsons Defiant,
Chicago, Mav 8.—The rumored
capture last, night of the Anarchist
Parsons, proved unfoundodj but tfial
lie is still in tho vicinity of Chicago,
and quite as’.’vindictive'as over* is
shown by the following letter dated
Oliicugo May 7li), 7 p. m., arid pub
lished in tlio Daily JS'ows this morn*
in*:,
“To tho Edi tor of the Daily Nem
—Dear Sir: I want to speak a word
through your paper to my fellow-
wjorkers, just to lot them know that
l jam still in the land, of fc(ie liying
and looking out for their intoroBts,
and further give a few hints to the
fqllows who desiro to liyo on the An
archists, that may be for their wol-
“|(n the first place I am
tl|e papjji*s, ati(l also kiipwing chjips
W|lio giye pointa as to triy whore-
aboujs, sotrio of whom will make it
g^ipd subject for the, coroner’s In
quest one of these days, slipuld tjiey
persist jn their present course.” E ; |
“To the public I desiro to say
that tjiq devil is never as black us
yOn can paint him. I will in due
time .turn up and answer.for myself
fdr ipiythjng I may have said or
done. I baye no' regrets for my past
conduct nor pledges foy the future,
if there is to' he nothing hut death
f4r the tyihos of America. When
ever the public decide to use reason
and justice in dealing with the nro-
duoing classes, just at that timo will
yon see mo; bnt should the decision
bo to oontiiiuo the present course of
death and slavery, just so long will
I wage a relentless war oil all or
ganized force and all endeavor to
tin.) me will he fruitless,
“Watching iny wife and her kind
friends is of no use. I am dead to
her already. I count my life already
sacrificed for daring to stand foe*
tween tyrants and slavbs. To show
you how well I am posted, I know
who was sent to LaGrange for me
to-day. I know who put you on the
■ track of Glasgow, and just where to
firid hi'm.' Just say to that man for
m/that his day of repenting will
cobe soon. 1
“ What must bo done to satisfy
Ariairohists? Grant every ’ fair de
mand of labor, give those poor crea
tures enough to eatify their hunger
and I will guarantee a quiet period
mj which all the gtekt questions can
be put in operation, without further
bipod. But if not, ■ L' 1 am already
saprifiood; and as a martyr for : the
cause I slitill wait jrist as long As I
think nooessary for tho public to
take wanning, and then yon dooido
your own fato. It must be liberty
for the poople or death for capital.
“I am not choosing mon. I lovo
humrnity, and therefore die for it
now;-,- Evefy drob of in^blood; eliaU
cost an avengor and war to America.
I lmvo not slept; nor shall I, until T
sloop in death or my fellow men are
on tho road to liberty.
(Signed) A. R. Paiisons.”
When visited last night, JVIrs.
Parsons was reticent and defiant. She
insisted that her husband was riot in
tlio oity, and that ho was beyond the
reach of detectives.
The Tin Pe
i Tin Peddler’* Dream*
[New York Sun.]
It was only 12 or 14 ycars'ago that
a queer thing happened noar Medina
O. A tin peddler who was driving
a wagon for a firm in Cleveland wa9
taken sick one day in the summer,
i»9 lie was driving on the highway,
aijnj he sought shelter, in a farm*
liouse. He had a run of fevor for
seven or eight days, and when able
tri got out again'lie said to the owri
er of tho*farm:
‘l am satisfied that there is a sum
of money buried on your farm. I
havo seen (ho spot several times in
my dream.”
“Oh,” replied the farmer, “if you.
can find {iny.treasure horo yon are
welcomo to it.”
How much will you take to-
waive all chums?” persisted the pod-
djer.
; “Five dollars wortfo of inilkpans.”
; “If you s will go to iown
grid got a lawyer to draw up tjie pn»
pors in duo forni I will give you $2fii
‘‘The, farmor tried to laugh the
peddler out of his not.ipn, hut the
Irian .was so oarnest in wishing, to
buy all rights to what ho might find
that u paper was drawn np, the 92&
was paid oyer, and lie was told toga
ahoad ; Up replied that ho was in
no hurry, and mounted his wagon
and drove homo, bat in about a fort
night ho returned with a horse and
wagon and a companion. Giving
notice thi^t ho ;lmd come to claim his
Own, he proceeded to dig in a corner
of the front f ai d, and before tho
hole was t hreo feet deep ho had un
earthed asipall stono jug, tightly
corked. It was broken on tho grass
plat, aud lying among tho fragments
Were $3,000 in gold and silver corns.
None of the pieces had boon coined
within less than fifteen years, and
the then owner of clip plaoo had oc*.
ftipied it for nine years, audt know
that nobody could Uavp buried the
jug there meanwhUoy.-
The peddler said that a very tall,
dark-complexioned man, having a
scar on his forohead and a limp in
his gait, had repeatedly coino to
him in his droams and pointed out
the spot. The description exactly
answered that of a hard case who
had been in the bounty jail for horso
stealing', und who had subsequently
died in the penitentiary at Colum
bus. Howevor*the peddler lmd been
so careful to purchase all rights in
advance, and had walked so directly
to the treasuro that the officers of
tho law mado up their minds to in^
vrstigato him. His find was seised
and his record was looked up, but
when nothing conhl bo shown
against him lie got possession of tho
treasure and used it to buy an in
terest in the house he work$4 for.