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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. HAVE YOU TAKEN THE ATLANTA CONSTITUTION FOR 1886? If-not. lay this paper down and send for .it right now. If you want it every day, send for the Daily^which costs $10.00 a year, or $6.00 jfor.six months or $2.60 for three months. If you .want it every week, send for the •Great Weekly, which Aosts $1,25 a year ( or $5,00 if or Clubs of Five. TUB WEEKLY CON STITUTION is the Cheapest! Biggest and Best Paper Printed in America! - It ktU 12 pages chock full Of news, gos -sip and sketches every week. It prints .mere romance than ilie story papers, more farm-news thap the agricultural papers, imoreTnh-thaw-the humorous papers—be- #8idc$<»U the news, and Bill Arp s and Daisy Hamilton’s letters, Uncle Remus’s Sketch* es! u: .v- r TALM AGE’S SERMONS. Ohs 2 Cents a Week! St coraestonce week--takes a whole week ■to read itl You can't *<41 £*ri* or keep bouse with out it! Write j'our uiuue on a postal card, ad .dregs it to us. au<l we will send you Bpoc! jinn Copy Free! 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/'