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YGLUME Till.
DUBLIN, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY. MAY 26. I886 ?
NUMBER XLYIII.
TOWW AN D COUNTY
DIBE OTQB Sp.
CITY OFFICIALS.
Mayor.—J. C. Scarborough. , . ,
Smith. r ~ -rT
CiiKiui.—E. J. Tnrpley.r n ’ ' ;
MAHBHAry=pyig jt.qfodyiu . ' ;
COUNTY OFFICIALS.
Ordinary.—John T. Duncan,
Sheriff. -J. C. Scarborough. ^ , •
Clkrk and Treasurer.—Hardy Smith,
Tax-Receiver. —F. D. Beall.
Tax Collector.—-J. B. Jones.
.Surveyor.—B. H. Biackshear.
Coroner.—Jtimes Barfield.
“co^tWwtory
—.FOR— j
LAURENS COUNTY.
Utrart of Ordinary.
Ait Monday iu each month.
Judge.—John T. Duncan.
Sheriff Sales.-4et 'Tuesday in each
..... month. - -
Superior Courts.
d^h,Monday in January and July.
Judge.—C. C. Kibbee. '
.Solicitor General.—C. C. Smith.
County Court,
Monthly Sessions.—2d Monday in each
month-. v : . T ,
<Q carter Sessions—2d . Monday in Jan-1
-T-tuary; April, July and October.
juDGK-;— Mercer Haynes ~
Sqlicitor.—Tlios. 13. Felder Jr.
Bailiff;—T. B. Hudson.
.Justice Courts,
^42d. Dist. (Dublin) 1st. Friday in each
month.
JC. H. Walker J. P. !
P. Robinson N. P.
' 43d. Diet. ;(Pine Tuckey) 1st Saturday in
each month. j i
;. C. Bracewell J. P. ,
Dennis McLendon N. P.
8867111, Dist. (Lowrys) 8d Saturday in each
month.
J,amar Miller J. P.
J. F. Currie N. P.
'.1808tli Dist. (Buroli) 2d -Saturday in each.
month, .
■0. j. Clark J. P.
John^urch'N, P.
: aSOfirh. Dist. (Keedy Springs) 4th Satur-'
. day in each month.
SR. A. ; Bedingsflcld J. P.
P. E. Grinstead N. P.
5844th Dist! (frarapton’s Mill) 3d Fiiday in
each month.
N. M. Corder J. P.
S. T. Dargey N. P.
5346tli; Dist. (Hai-vaid’s) 2d Saturday in,
each month. • <
William Gilbert J. P.
Pearce N; Pi
4141st Dist (Burgamies) 8d Saturday in
each'month. ‘
W. A. Wood J. P. !
-S.S. Dixon ?M>.
-mist. Dist. (Bailey’s) 2d Saturday in each
- ■ ..month. ,
J. b. Perry J. P.
4L J. <3. Stanley N. P.
(86th DiSt. (BucKeye) 1st Saturday in each
■ >, . month -
E.*M. Lake J. P.
JS- L. Jones N. P.
4809th Dist. (.Jackson's) 1st Saturday in
each month.
John L. Keen. J P,
W. T. Bedgood N. P.
,62d Dist. (Smith’s) 1st Saturday in each
' month.
A. T. Shell. J. P.
Bennett Kea N. P.
1338th Dist. (Oconee) 4th Saturday in each
, month.
. 31. Thigpen J. P. ■ •
John Wilkes N. P.
THE GOOD WIFE.
••I am looking for a wife,
Tt-ue, and kind and prel
I don’t ask that she should !
Stylish, wise and witty.
I want a Good Housekeeper;
Pray how shall I tell her?.
. Read the secret, mother dear.”
“Try and sec her cellar;
ii.
“If you find it clean and sweet,
All in tip-top order.
You may venture a kind word,
Just to -cross the border.
Parlors are no trusty key,
So, if you would guess her;
Never mind the bric-ahrac,
Watch the kitchen dresser,
nr.
“ ’Tis 41ie girl that’s orderly
Makes the household pleasure;
And not many understand
How to take her measure.
She may play a fine nocturne,
Paint a pretty cluster;
But be sure that she can use
' Both the broom and duster,
iv. .
“For the pleasant evening hours
She has used adorning;
See her:in the kitchen, son,
or daily life-r- *
If she can, wit:
,r, Every duty
Sliels; the.wife ..
Shb’s tho girl to marry.
v - Stir.
“If—And, oh, he sure of this—
She’s good to her mother, •
To her father dutiful—
If not, choose another.
For tM daughter ihat will sneer
At her parents’ lire,.
. Is not worth: a wedding ring,
Nor the namoofwife.”
—Amelia E; Ban', in AT. Y. Ledger.
WHAT TO DO WITH HER.
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AUdru-v,' THE CONSTITUTION.
‘What to do with our Lottie,’ -said'
Mr. Orcutt. ‘Yes, that’s what puz
zles me. . The other girls have all
managed to do pretty well by them-,
selves. Arimi,ntawent to Madame
D’Arblay. in New York, for Six’,
months, and, notv she’s opened a
Dress-Making for herself, and she’s
doing finely. Ruclmel is teaching
district school, and Eliza is a type
setter, They’re, aSU fihmee -of ’em
smart, stirring girls, .and ' I’v«e <ooi1
word of fault t.o find with them, But
Lottie! I really don’t believe, that
that girl has a genius for anything!''
The mild old rector oil the parish,
looked syuipatbizingly ut Lottie her
self, who, with downcast •head and
burning cheeks, was polishing the
inside of the windows as they talked.
‘Indeed?’said he. “Thai’s un
fortunate;’ ■■••••' - !
‘1 tried her at a millinery,’ said!
Mr. Orcutt, consoling.himBelf with a
pinclrof snuff. ‘And they su'd she
spoiled more rinbous than her work
would pay for. I sent her. to a Gold
Beating Factory, but she wilted
right downline—Irk-e a squash yine
in the sun,’radd.ed Mr. ’(Steen tt, rathh
or puzzled for a smile., ‘I took her
to see thesolvool trustees, bint they
said she wasn’t tho stuff that success
ful teachers were made of. And I
don’t know but what they’re right,’
said Mr. Orcutt, with a stgrh. ‘If
Lottie •had only been a boy, now, she
might -have took the farm, or learned
a blacksmith’s trade, or—
Father,’ said Lottie, in a low*;
voice, ‘I should like to be an artist.’
Mr. Orcutt stared at his daugh
ter.
‘Eli!’ said he. •'Wouldn’t' you like
to be a queen, and sic on a throne?
An artist, indeed! Go straight and
feed the young ducks and goslings,
Lottie, and don’t let me hear no
more suefh nonsense. An artist!
W>ell, I do wonder what our girls are
coming to!’
‘A good many young women have
distinguished themselves in that
way, I am told, 1 sand mild Mr. Audu
bon.
‘Ifj girls are working girls, said
Mr. Orewtt, bluntly. 'But au ar :
tist or an author—they are made of
different clay. I’ve been left with
four ^motherless daughters, and I’ve
done pretty well with all of ’am ex
cept Lottie; but Lottie is a puzzle to
me.’
A -month later, when Mr. Orcutt
brought home his sew-wife—a hard
eyed, reu ; checkvd young woman with'
greasy black curls hanging clown on
each side of her face—Lottie went
away.
‘You’d u deal better stay and help
allow you your board and clothes, to
make yonrsolf generally useful.* ; ‘
‘She’s not my mol her,’ said Lottie,
in a Btifled voice; ‘and Mrs. Mount
says I may help in her store until I
get a place somewhere else to suit
me.’
So Lottie, tho standing puzzle of
her father’s life, becamothe shop girl
in Mrs. Mount’s fancy store, and
studied up the mysteries of tape,
ribbon, worsted, needles, and pin
cushions.
But one day Mrs. MoUntcame to
the Orcatt farm-house in a towering
rage.
'My best customer,* said she, 'Mrs.
General Fitzgibbonl AH through
Lottie’s fault! And she vows she’ll
never set foot in the stOre again!’
It was some time before she could
become sufficiently coherent to ex
plain the particulars of her accusa
tion, to Mr. Orcutt and his wife.
But-it transpired, at last, that Lottie
had been audacious enough to sketch
a caricatumof the august Mrs. Gen
eral St. George Fitzgibbon on the
back of a paste-board collar-box, and
that lady .had unluckily caught!
sight of it, in an evil how.
‘Was it like her?’ siiik Mrs. Or-
cutt. j
‘Like hqr?’ said Mrs. Mount; ‘why,
itwa^the old hag herself, false hair,
French bonnet, and all. I never .did
see anything so ridiculous. But
that don’t mend matters. I’ve locked
her up in the back parlor, and IVe;
told her I'd send you there right off,
Mr. Orcutt. For, of course, nobody
can expect rue to keep her there .af*|
ter tUisV
Mr, Orcutt looked feebly at his
wife. 1
‘What .am I .to do, Malvina?’ said
he. !
‘Why, go, of course, 1 said the step-'
mother, bristling up in anticipation'
of the coming contest. “Bring her
home at once. I’ll teach her what
it is to offend a ladylike Mi'B. Gener- 1
al Fitzgibbon.’
“But you fWget, Malvina—
‘I-dirt forget anything,’ sharply
reloaded Mrs. Orcuft.
‘That she isn’t a child ito be
whipped <m* to be shut up in a id ark l
closet. She is eighbeen, 1 argued Mr,
Oiievitt. I
•Old enough 4o know 'bettca•,'’ saiffi
Mrs. Orcutt, compressing her thin,
red lips. ‘There arc other ways of j
dealing with refractory girls, Ebcii,
those you have named..’ !
Mr. Orcutt looked admiringly at
his wife, who had been matron of an
orphan asylum before he hud married
her; and then he weitt ou.t -to kitch
up the horse to bring Lottie home;
Jiu t -when they Teaehd tlio uffy 1 i t-
tle back parlor at the rear of Mrs.
Mount’s shop, tho dingy cage was
empty; -the >bii;d hud fiown.
Where’s Lottio?’ said Mr. Orcutt,
staring helplessly aroilnd him.
‘Where’s Lottie?’ shrieked Mrs.
Mount, looking under the sofa and
behind the closet door.
And Echo—and Echo only—an
swered: ' Where?'
At that same moment -pretty Lot
tie herself, who had seemed to blos
som suddenly and spontaneously in
to beauty as the white scroll of a fitly
unfolds in the sunshine, or a rosebud
suddenly opens into crimson peitfeet-
ion was talking to Maurice Fitzgib-
bon himself, in tho shadow of a
hedge of Jilli-es half .a m-iJe away, with
no spy nearer than the silver eye of
the Evening Star.
‘Yes,’ oried Lottie, vehemently, I
wM marry yon if you whI take me
away from this place! Let me go to
Italy. Make an artist of me.’
And so she married .thojou ng heir;
and they disappeared quietly and
mysteriously us a floating shadow,
and no one know what had become
of poor, luckless little Lottie Or-
entt.
‘Maurico issoeccontric,’said Mrs.
General Fitzgibbon, who, like Mrs.
Orcutt, was only a step-mothor.
never can pretend to keop track of
your
said
from the Manor House;’
Bat tho years glided away, and
still Maurice Fitzgibbon did not re
turn. And then a rumor came that
he wks married.
‘To some Italian priuooss, I snp-
pusey’ eftid-Mas. General Fitzgibbon.
‘I shall bp delighted to welcome a
new mistress to tho old Manor
House. 1
Which . was by no means the
truth.
‘She’s an’artist, I’m told,’ said
Mrs. General Fitzgibbon. -“Quite
a genius. Models in clay, and dash*,
cs off charcoal sketches and nil that
sort of thing. I do adore art!’
And when, one golden September
evening, Maurice Fitzgibbon brought
his bride heme, a tall, regal crea
ture in black velvet, with a niche of
creamy lace around her throat and a
diamond clasping it, Mrs. General
Fitzgibbon never recognizod in her
the sauoy shop girl who had given
suoh mortal offence by delineating
her in eplori ithat wore't6o true.
tTntil Lottie recalled 4ka faot to
her .memory.
Mrs. Genera! Fitzgibbon scratched
the end of her nose . with /»er jfanji .
My dear,* said she, ‘pise njver sees
the point of n Jeke against one’s solf,
you know. And I was a very cross
old woman—and^you, my dear, are
a prodiigy -of art.’,
Lottie smiled. Mrs. General .Fitz
gibbon was wiser, it seemed, itl her
generation than the,children of light.
Slie knew dial it would not do to
risk may quarrel with her. heir’B
wife.
Mr. and Mrs. Orcutt were sitting
by tire .fire .of piue cones, when the
tho door opened, anil a tall, perfum
ed apparition of black velvet, golden
curlsiiiad;Aaalitaig diamonds floated
iri. ’* '
'It’s Mrs. Fitigibbonl’ oried Mrs,
Oroutt, fceiling to see if she Imd her
oost onp on.
fit’s .(mu* Lottie!’ exclaimed her
husband.
So fate 'had arranged matters at
last. Thone was Araminta, who had
sueceoded-in .the dress-Tnakiug busi
ness, and Raphael, who had distin r
tiiigmsbed 'herself us a school teiioh-
oi% and Eliza who had set' typos—
apd^tfctikj Lottie, that Miv Orcutt
iiid been so puzzled about. And
Lottie was the great lady of the
family, .after .*11!. .
Whatever will bo will bo,’ says
the Italian. But Mr. Orcutt didn’t
nhderstand Italian.—Amy Rqn-
dolpUm 2?. Y. Ledger.
mother with the housework,* his goings and comings. But, of
Mr Orcutt. ‘I’d bo willing to' course, ho will net rocuuiii long away 1 and left the man perfectly dazed
“Do Yow Knqw Where You are
. -Goina?”
An anoodote is told of Sam Jones,
the well-known ,preacher, and a canal
man, to the following effect: While
Mr. Jones was wulkitig along the ca
nal one day,.: he came across a boat*-
man w.ho was swearing furiously.
Marching up, he confronted him,
and rnthevabruptly asked: “Sir, do
yon know, where yon are going?**
The unsuspecting navigator in ho*
cently replied that hp was going op
the -canal on the boat, Jenny Sands.
“No, sir, you are not,” : said Mr.
Jones. “Yon afo going to'hell fast
er than a canal boat can carry you.”
Tho boatman looked, at him with
astonishment for a moment, and then
returned the question: “Sir, do you
know wiiore you are going?” “1
expect to go to heaven.” “No, sir;
yon are going right into the canal 1”
And igniting the actioirto tho word;
he pounced upon Mr,. Jones) and
tossed him into the mnrky waters;
where he would have drowned, JmuI
not the boatman relented and fished
him out.
A story of an encounter botween
Mr. Talmngoand an evolutionist re
lates a novel incident in that field ot
study. An unknown man stopped up
and said: ‘Well, sir; I am un evo
lutionist and X want to d : scuss that
question with you. 1 am also an an
nihilationist, I believe that when I
die that will bo the end of mo.*
•Thank God for that!*devoutly ejac
ulated Mr. Talmugo i»k ho walked off
JLipcs on au Unlmtclied Bird.
A, Ijttio New Orleans girl of ton,
after having been shown.a pigeons
egg with a dead bird inside of it,
wrote a verso on the subjeot as fol
lows:
Hero lies birc^e for whom wo mourn;
Birdie that died before slio Was born;
O. wliat a horrible thing is.death,
When It cornea before you get your breath.
Tlie Longest Word iu the Welsh
a Languago. ..
[St. James j (London) Gazette.]
Tho longest word in tho English,
or rather Welsh language, 1ms, after
a long period of oblivion, been once
gioro exhumed. It is Uanfuirpwill-
gwngyl lgertrobgilgeroljiyyrnbyllgog-
orbw 1 Izanttvsiliogogogooh. This aw
ful word of 'sevopty-two lettors and
twenty-two syllables, tho namo of a
village in Wales, constituted tlie sub
ject of a lecture lately given by the
Rev. J. King, M. A,, at tho Muse
um, Berwick, in whioh he showed
that it means: “St. Mary’s w>hile
hazel pool, near tho turning pool,
near tho whirlpool, very i pear > the
pool by Llantsilio, fronting the rookj^
fslot of Gogo.” ’!. j
It Cured Him of Kindness.
[Jay; Gould, in a Recent Letter.]
“I found a cockroach struggling,
jn a bowl of water. I took a peanut
shell for a boat. I put him into it,
gave him two wooden toothpicks for
oars and loft him. Tho next morn
ing I visited hihi, and ho had put a
piooe of white cotton thread on one
of tho toothpieks, and sat thh tooth
pick on etid as a signal of distress.
Ho had a hair on the other • tooth-
piok, and thero that cockroach sat a
fishing. Thocookroaoh, exhausted,
had fallen asleep. The sight indited
mo into tours. I lmd never to chow
leather to get a soul; I was born
with one. I took that cockroach oul
and gave him a spoonful of gruel and
lef«t. That animal uever forgot my
kindness, and now my house is
ehockfnl of cookroaolios. I have
never attempted since then to do
any disinterested kindness.”
Tho Boy Got Along.
Tlie Wall Strrel; Daily JS'etos io\\s
this story: “It. was a Nevv York
capitalist who flung $1,000 at ono of
ills oon 8 a year ago and said: ‘There
it is, and it is i a3 t dollar you’ll
get from me. Yon cfo&ft know
enough te pound salt. Speculation!
You-haven’t senso enough to buy
and ship eggs. The other day the
old man wont down to Florida to see
about a 3,000 acre tract Of land lie
had purchased at $8 an acre for an
orance grove, lit went to the head
quarters of ‘Tho Florida ^Orfthgo
Grove Estate Agency,’ found
that his son was President, Scci*t ar y
Treasurer and solo owner. Half lion,
later ho discovered that his 3,000
acres raised alligators instead of
oranges, and that the boy had
cleared about $8,000 in the sihgle
transaction.
Willing to Wait lor Peaches, i
[From the Graphic.] ; u. ,
i On the morning of the oxecntjpn
tho Superintendent of' the Pirison
asks the cohdcmned what hp wifi
have for bveakfast, wheti it id the
custom to give t|ie unfortunate
wlmteycr ho desires.
“Well,” said the latter, “you may
get nio some peaches.”
“Peaches! Why this is not the
season for them. They aro not ripe
yet.”
“Oh, well, that; makes no differ
ence,”.ho replied. j“I can wait for
them. inijuidiit bid.t'U'•'! ■■■'!! i
The PjtiNTEit Not to Blame.—
Wife—‘Why, John, just see wliat a
stupid blunder‘the newspaper line
made in its account of our silver
wedding. Don’t you remember I
wrote it out for the reporter that we
hud spent together twenty-fivo years
of married happiness, and the stupid
type-setter lms gone and made it
twenty-fivo years of marrod happi
ness. Isn’t it uwful?’
Husband—‘Oh, well, dear, don’t
l)e too hard on the poor printer.
Maybe lie has beeen married twenty-
five years himself.—Kx.
A Suggestion of Possible Use.
A young lady in nn eastern city,
who was roared in luxury, bnt whoso
circumstances were sadly changeddiy
tho bankruptcy ati’d death of Her
futhor, has been making a living of
late by doing mending in various
families of her acquaintance. Like
many other girls acoustoriied to idle
ness and wealth she had a smattering
of many things, but was not proficient
enough in any particular line to
living. At longth it ocourred to her
that she could mend clothing, d’arh
stockings and do odd jobs of tlint
kind,, and on applying for work
found that tlrero was plenty of it to
do. 8ho now has all the customers
that she can attend to, and is mak
ing a great success in her chosen .in.
dustry. Other young women who
huvo found tho occupation's that
they found themselves fitted for
overcrowded, or who have been fina
ble ito turn their hands to aiiy’busi
ness requiring preparation On their
part, may find in this girl’s experience
a; suggestion that will ho ; ivortf^
something.to them.—Chicago Her-
(d(L 1,
].: nii;o x * ..'j.,/ gyjmj ns♦ ■ 1 ' ||O,
A Man Who Thought He Waa
Hiding-.
[Atlnntu Constitution.]
‘I’vostruck a new one,’said Station
honso Keeper Buchanan, as ho sat
over his mug of aid in Durand’s res-'
taurant this mornir.g at 1 o’clock.
‘A new one?’ querred a Constitu
tion reporter.
‘Yes, a neW one. You see I’ve seen
druhkdn motii imagine they were ricW
when shey word poor, think they
wero pnupors whon they wore worth
thousands, believe that they wero
judges of supreme courts whon they
had never touched a law book, dodgo
from water liko the—.’ . >
•But tho now one you -have atruok.
Wliat is It?’ '! .mb.
.1 ‘ Q h, fye«, I bnd forgotterii ; .Well,
to-night Abbott,: tho patrolman on
tho frpnt of the first, pioked up; a
follow narnod Lee from below East
Point who was-,very drunk. When
ho brought him in I bad a lantern
in my hand—had just coruo up from
the dungeon—and guess I' must
have looked something like a rail
roader; you know I greased cars on
the Rich—* . - - -
‘Yes, I know, but go on with tho
story.’
‘WoII, the instant Lee saw naa ho
said: .
‘I want to get off at East Point,
please.’ . \ >s :*t
‘At first I didn’t understand him
and whon I opened the oell door and
ptarted to put him in he said:.
‘Is thift tho Efist Point traii)?’
‘Just then J tumbled and told him
yes. Well, sir, ho wulked back and
8,vv 4qwn tts unconcernedly as if ho
wrs iio. ; n pi-isoti. The night was
lonesome anj i dcciddd to have some
fun, so I picked u, tho ] unt0 rn,and
walking back to the cen j 0oP vo u„<j.
‘Tickets!’ ’ J
‘Instantly lie ran his hand into
his pocket, and after fumbling
nround a bit, said:;
, .‘I’ve lost my ticket.’
‘Well give me tho money, then,' l
said. - , ■ _
‘I ain’t got any,’ ho answered.
‘Then you’ll have to get off,’ I
said.
‘ This lia.l a magic effect on tho
fellow, and such begging you never
heard. lie plead to bo allowed to
ride' to I)ast Point, und finally offered
me his coat us security for tho ride.
It was a new ono to me, and every
one present could plainly see that
the man firmly believed that ho vm
on tliq Gain.*
A legend eays that the devil gave
a hermit the choico of three great
vices, one of which was drunkenness,
Tho horniit chose this as being tho
icus sinful, lie beciuno drunk, and
then committed the other two.
A compositor who was puzzling
ovor one of Horace Greely’u manu
scripts, sagely and savagely observed i
“If Belshazzar had seen this hand
writing on tho wall ho would hav#
been more terrified than he was/'