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VOLUME VIII.
DUBLIN, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, JUNE 2. 1886.
NUMBER XLIX.
TOWN AND COUNTY
DIRE OTORY.
UiTY OFFICIALS.
Mayor.— J. 0. Scarborough,
Aldermen —M. L. Jones. J. B. Wolfe,
R. M. Arnau, Dr. G. F. Gredn, D. A.
Smith.
Clerk.—E. J. Tarpley.
Marshal.—W.E. Hudson. ;
COUNTY OFFICIALS.
Ordinary.—John-T. Duncai:.
Shbiupp. -J. O. Scarborough.
Cleric-and : Treasurer.—Hardy • Smith,
Tax Receiver.—F. D. Beall.
Tax Collector.—J. B. Jones.
Surveyor.—B. H. Blacksliear.
Coroner.—James Barfield.
COURT DIRECTORY
—FOR—
LAURENS COUN’
•Y.
Court of Ordinary.
1st Monday in each month.
Judoe.—John T. Duncan.
Sheriff Sales.—1st Tuesday in each
month.
Superior Courts.
4th Monday in January and July.
Judge.—C. C. Kibbee,
Solicitor General.—-C. C. Smith.
County Court,
Monthly Sessions.—2d Monday in each
month.
Quarter Sessions.—2d. Monday in Jan-
• uary, April, Julyund 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.
48d. Dist. (Pine Tuelccy) 1st Saturday in
each month.
., C. Bmcewell J. P.
Dennis McLendon N. P.
1307th. Dist. (Lowrys) 3d Saturday in each
mouth.
Lanmr Miller J. P.
J. F. Currie N. P.
1368th Dist. (Burch) 2d Saturday in each
month,
V. J. Clark J. P.
John Burch N. P,
1309th. Dist. (Reedy Springs) 4th Satur
daj' iu.cach .month.
~R. A. BedingsAeld J. P.
P. E. Griubieud N. P, .
341th Dist. (Hampton’s Mill) 3d Fiiday-iu
each month.
N. M. Colder J. P.
S. T. Darsey N. P.
3151 h L>ist. (Hamid’s) 2d Saturday in
each month
William Gilbert J. P.
» D. J. Pearce N. P
641st Dist, (Burgainies) 3d Saturday in
each month.
W; A. Wood J. P.
N. S. Dixon ij. P.
391si Dist- (Bailey’s) 2d Saturday in each
month,
J. B. Perry J. P.
J, I. C Stanley N P.
86th Dist. (Buoneye) 1st Saturday in,each
, month.
E- M. Lake J. P,
J. L- Jones N. P.
1309th Dist (Jackson’s) 1st Saturday in-
each month.
* John L. Keen. J P,
W. T. BedgoodNsP.
52d Dist. (Smith’s) 1st Saturday in each
month.
A. T. Shell. J. P.
Bennett Kea N. P.
1388th Dist. (Oconee) 4th Saturday in eac’-
month.
M. Thigpen J. P.
John Wilkes N. P.
My feet are wearied, and my hands are
tied.
My soul oppressed—
And I desire, what I have long desired—
Rest—only rest.
Tis hard to toil; when toil is almost
vain,
In barren ways;
Tis bard to sow and never garner grain,
In harvest days.
The burden of my love is hard to hear,
But God knowk best;
And I have prayed, but vain has been my
prayer.
For rest—sweet rest.
Tls hard to plant in spring and never
reap,
' The autumn yield;
Tis hard to till, and when ’tis tilled to
weep .
O’er, fruitless field.
And so I cry a weak and human cry,
And .so I sigh u weak and human sigh,
For rest—for rest.
cry a weak
sig
Fo:
My way has wound across the desert years,
And cares infest ,
My path, and through the flowing of hot
tears,
. I pine for rest.
And l am restless sdll; ’twill soon be o’er;
For down t|ie west
Life’s sue is setting, and .-I see the shore
Whole I shall rest.
AN ENGINEER’S STORY.
An Incident of the War In Which
a Prominent Confederate
Figured,
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FATHER RYAN’S POEM "REST.
L
Over in Jersey City one day last
week says "Hulstou” m the Now
York Times. tw;o pr t hree locomotive
engineers sat talking ovor strange
experiences, and this was the story
that one of them told: “I was a
young man working oh a Southern
•ailroad us. a fireman when the war
broke out. Before the war was over
I got ah engine of my own; hut be
fore 1 was regularly promoted, the
engineer of my engine fell siok sud-'
denly and 1 was ordered to take the
engine out myself. I shipped a
brakeumn to do my firing, and start
ed away at 6 o’clock in the morning,
pulling one passenger and half a doz-
•n freight, cars. There wasn’t any
lighting along the line, but there was
deal of bad feeling everywhere,
and lots of lawless deeds worp being
committed. The track on this road
had been torn up in two places only
a week before, and' there was a good
bit of talk about truth wreckers and
the like. At about 8 O'clock at a
way siaciott 1 got a telegram from
headqiiarteis to drop nil my cifra and
hurry right on to the end of thq Juie
witii only my locomotive and tender.!
it was a queer-order, but I knew
that it was official and I. made ready
to obey orders, when a little man
with a brown slouch hat, who did
not. look as if,he weighed over a huu-
1 red pounds, climbed up into the
cab and said to me that he wished I
wuuld let him ride in there wifh
me, he was so anxious to go forward
as fur us lie could. ‘ I told him that
myordeis weie -to,let nobody fide,
and explained tliatI didn’t think I
could let him go. •Dou’t you expect
pect me?’ ho asked. I told him
that I didn't. Alt will be all
right,’ he insisted, but when Tusked
him what was his name and what
was his business he couldn’t be in
duced to tell me. ’Then it’s all up,’
8uid I; ‘I’ll go right along with you.’
Then he suggested that lie was wil
ling to pay me well for letting him
remain aboard, but I was’not taking
any chances, and I told him go.
I was only waiting-till my fireman
attended to some business that he
hud gone down the track ab nit, and
then I was going to shoot ahead and
leave everybody behind. You ought
to have seen the sparks in that little
man’s eye. ‘You needn’t wait foi
your helper,’ lie said iti that kind o*
quiet tone that lmd a whole battle
field in its very quietness. ‘You
needn’t wait for your fireumn. I'll
do his work. Go ahead!” I looked
at him, wondering whether or not
ho was crazy, when he calmly took
out a shiny pistol mid tapped gently
on one of the brass rods of the cab
seat, and he repealed once more, ‘Go
ulieud!’ I was knocked clean out.
What could tho stranger mean?
That sparkle iu his eye grew bright
er and brighter, and seemed fairly
to dance like a diamond under the
sun. ‘Do yon understand?’ lie in
quired in the quiet tone that pierced
me like a gullet. ‘Go aheud, I say.’
I went ahead. On. on, and ■on we
dashed, through the fields and for
ests and by tho villages, stopping
nowhere, my passenger—I felt that
he was a madman—keeping a close
watch on me all the while. I was
scared. That pistol was still in his
hand, and like the little hand of a
watuh its rat-a-tat-tar. ou the brass
rod kept counting off the seconds
and the minutes till I grew almost
crazy myself. I was rattled. A sort
of film kept qoming before my eves.
He said not one word, hut I felt that
his,searching gaze was on me ull the
while. And finally I could stand it
no more- There was a rush of blood
to my lieuii, I staggered and fell—
with the town I was bound for just
in sight. 3Vhat I remember next
was u buzz of voices over me as I lay
in a doctor’s office. Aside from a
nervous shock I had suffered nothing.
My engine hud brought me into town
all right, und had como to a halt at
the station as gently und umiably as
any old family horse. The man who
lmd rode down with me had known
enough to govern-her,-but ho had
waited at the depot after arriving
only tong enough to toll a bystander
ihat / was in need of help on the en
gine’s floor. A week after I learned
t he reason for the strange order that
had been given mu to hurry on with
my locomotive and no cars, and I
learned too the humo und the miss
ion of my passenger. A telegraph
bj’ibrulor hud blundered. My dispatch
should have read: ’Take on little
/wan with brown slouch Imt; drop ail
cars and rush forward with no
stops.’ The opera tot* l.ud carelessly
left off the first phrase about ‘the lit
tle nmn with brown slouch Imt,’ and
gave me only the last part of the or
der. The man? He was Alexander
H. Stephens, and lie lmd important
information—jhathe lmd been wil
ling to trust to nobody else, tie
apologized to ino afterward for his
strange actions, but lie said lie felt
that only in such u way could ho ev
er manage to make me go on, for he
didn't kiipw wlmt the real text of my
orders was and he was afruicl to ask
for fear that he might find mo eith
er unfriendly or untrustworthy.
Those were days when every body was
suspected you ktiow.”
A Family Fuss!
Most*Schaumburgarrl his brother-
in-law Jacob SeliWQudlemoyer met
on Austin Avenue;
‘*0, Sclm,ke, I makes yesterday
von of de pest pargaius 1 hush made
dot year.”
“Mose, vat pargaiu is dot you
make?”
“I bought dot fine puggy horse of
Oolotiel Yergerfor one huntred dol
lars.”
"Dot vas a good pargin, Mose,
but I makes a putter one day before
yesterday.”
"Vot for a pargain vas dot?”
“I sold Colonel Yerger dot vqry
puggy horse for fifty tollurs in hard
cash.”
“Vy didn’t you tole me so,” re-
monst ruled Jake. “A nice hruddeh
in-law yon vas, you tarn scoundrel,
to cheat my fren’. Colonel Yergei
mit dot blug of a horse.”
A Florida girl lms written an opou
letter to Jones, the love-sick Sena
tor, wanting to know why he has
gone to frozen Michigan to Waste his
virgin affections upon tho marble
heart of uu unresponsive woman.
Let him return, says she, to his own
sunny laud of flowers and Imuauim.
where mocking birds over sing in the
magnolia and teuion trees, where the
soft air is laden with ci|or ami orange
flowers. Why does he turn away
from us, his own sisters of the balm v
and languid South, wlio long for lus
kisses? Come hack! Come back!
Oh, Jmiesy. you old fool, come
back!-— lixchiuuje.
Mc-u who intbi pride themselves
on their knowledge of the world
its crooked alleys
Snm Jone’e Aphorisms.
(Baltimore American.].
Some of the most telling shots
fired by the evangelists have been in
the form of aphorisms. Short and
pithy, they expressed just what the
preacher intended, and so dourly
that uo one could fail to understand
their meaning. Among those used
during the weiSk weie the follow-,
">«• ■ ' ■ ■’ .1 LJ v. 1
•You pack jour preuohers in an
ice-house and abuse them all the
year because they don’t sweat.’
‘Many of us tiro too debent to be
eiigious.’
‘Mv prayer is for a copy Of the
heart of God.’
‘1 never call ii'ames, but- every fel-
low knows his number when 1
talk.’
I am a Methodist till 1 find some
thing with in ore get- n p and -gctii boil t
I never became satisfied in Geor
gia till we put logs on ull the barrels
and demijohns in Atlanta and moved
them away from our boys.’
♦I had rather- be a maj in/ the
truest sense of the word thau tlio best
angel in heaven,’
The church is the last place to
be solemn provided you huve lived
right.’
If 1 have lived right, I’ll wear a
smile as broad us heaven; but if
I’ve been swindling und doing wrong
i’ll have one us broad as u grave
yard.’
hrist was full of sympathy for
the uiifortunute sinners, but He gave
the amen corners bringes.’
‘I want to bo a good man and a
good husband, but God keep the
from being a nice preacher.’
‘If I am a revivalist I’ve grown to
be oho just as the fingernuils have
grown on my Augers.’
•God never made two men alike
but one was of no-account.’
•I’d rather be a man than a digui
fled preaelier.’
•I’d rather die on a \yoll-fought
field of battle than run away und
speculate on the spoils of the war.’
‘A cross is God’s will one way and
yours another.’
‘Some men want God to quit lying
aiid drinking for them. That’s your
job.’
‘Some men give tho devil the
daddyhood of this world, but I bo
liovc it I trust in God He will bring
it to pass.’
‘Some people think that they can’t
be pious unless thev are everlastingly
on the beg.’
‘I pray for my daily bread, but I
huvo to hunt for my corn-pone with
the sweat running down the hoe ban
die.’
‘Dignity is nothing but tho starch
of a shroud.’
‘Some of these moelish soldiers
8itig. ‘Surely; the captain may depend
on me, but a corporal’s guard from
the dovil would run off a wltulo regi
ihent of them.’
•Every society woman who claims
to be a Ohristiun lus got to get out
of society some time in tier life,
or go to hell.’
‘I’d rather a daughter of mine got
a snake bite limn a society bite,’
•Society is a heartless old wretch,
sapping the spiritual life from thous
amis of people.’
•When a man is bragging that his
father is a colonel you may put it
down‘ .that his father is ashamed of
him.*
‘Many a man will lie down in hell
and say: ‘My tongue damned mo.
*YoJ 'may baptize a man all over,
but his tongue will come out us dry
as powder.’ ; ... ,
‘Siime of us would got up a muss
iii heaven by talking about out
neighbors.’
‘I ain not singing the ‘Sweet Bye
and Bye,’ but the ‘Sweet Now and
Now.’
‘Please recognize me down here.
When I am in glory, with a palm iu
my hand, if you don’t waut to recog.
filze me you needn’t do it.’
*i pray God to give uiea heaven to
go to heaven in.'
Til put up with less in heuven
if I cun get more down hero.’:
‘Every true muu is an eternal
millionaire.’ U wv i <1.
‘The greatest gift of God is a game
iroacher.’
If a horse is sound from head to
foot be don’t mind the ourricomb.
nit if there are unsound spots oiv him
when you come into the stable to
currydiim he kicks.’
‘Some preach there is no hell, but
old fellow, you won’t be in hell ton
minutes before you will wake up and
say: ‘My God, what a mistake 1
'have made.’
‘Hell is sin intensified, and sin is
hell in all its aspects.’
The devil has nj better servant
than a preaelier who is laying feath
or bods fqr fallen Christians to light
on.’
‘If 1 were an old sinner I’d have
all the fun I could while I was here,
fov L toll you it will bo too warm
where you are going to have much.’
•The devil is too much of a gentle
man to go where he 's not invited.’,
•Feeling is moral perspiration.’
‘You oan’t trike another niuti’B
money to heaven with you. Shrouds
have tio pockets.’
‘I believe that the whalo swallow
ed Jonah, and tho only reason I
don’t believe Jonah swallowed the
wlmle is becuuso the Bible don’t say
90'
‘I'd rather be a bull pup than a
town bully.’
‘I’d rutlier’be a dead lion thun living
dog.’,
‘Ignorance is round us u bull und
slick us a button; it’s got no bundle
10 inmd you cun’t manage it.’
‘The Lord will liuve'u great big
A. B. C. class in heaven.’
‘No man cun be u /Christjan and
drink whisky.’
‘Nobody but aii infernal fool will
sell, whisky, anti nobody but an infer
nrif fool will diink it.’
‘You go on singing your way to
heaven, and you’ll be mistaken.’
‘You getyoursedf tangled up with
the iden that Christ is going io be
good for you, niid yotiT get left on
Judgment Day.’
‘•Righteousness is rightedueas,
straightednoss.’
‘The secret of u happy life is to do
your duty and trust lit God 1 .’
Among tho pithy sayings of Mr.
Small, who is also very happy in the
faculty of cunipressing important
truths in terse language, ure:
‘You cannot run a city on a it un
equal partnership with God.’
‘There is no middle ground—no
inugwiimpism—in religion.’
‘God knows, you need a little re
ligion iti your politics.’
♦ riieru are a great muny Christians
who have a smittering of relij£?idn,
but they have not acquired tl#e true
accent of Christian life.’
There was a y'-mn; woman of Ishing,
Wuo weut for a husband a fishing, ,
Bhc baited her hook
: vyitli a pooket hOdk; •* ii
And caught just the man she was wishing.
" i. ■■»■■■■ Ip n I . ‘ y *
lie Experimented.
He was a bashful wooer, but there
wusaceituin immliiieHS about him
which indicated that ho only needed
a little et.ootinigemenL to let liiuiHelf
out. She saw this and she reholved
011 a policy of encouragement.
“Doyou, believe, these storiee iu the
funny papers,” she asked, “about the
willingness of young ladies to be
kissed?”
“I—-I really cau’t say,” he replied]
“They may be true.” Then, gather
ing courage, he udded, “I hope they
are true,” und ho drew closer to bar.
“It seems to me,” she said, “thill
there ; s only one way in which a
young man can discover wnethor they
are true or not.”
“And what way is that?” he
’asked.
There was a brief pause. Then,
with a fur-a-way look iu her eyes, she
answered:
*B|y experimenting when ho but
the opportunity.”
Ho experimented.
Knowledge amt timber should not
be much used till they arc seasoned.
Getting Ahead of it Drummer,
It is a New York drummer who
tolls this story to a reporter of the
St..Paul Globe.
‘I caino through Poughkeepsio
once.’ remarked a Now York 4 druhrt-“
ilier. ‘It must have been some va
cation time, for aboutiiO Yassargirls 1
got on. ,'lMtey : ciime into the car
■wliero 1 Was, and one of the prettiest
of the whole lot took part of my
seat, while her companions all stood
around her within hearing diatauce.
She seemed to know that I was a
traveling man, for, said she, refer
ring to the window:
‘Can’t I open that for yoti?’
‘I thanked her, being so surprised
that I could not quite comprehend
the si t nation. Her companions, and
in fact, everybody in the car, became
interested, and they all directed their
attention to us.
‘Are you on your way home?’ she
asked. • u/mU i
T told her j was out on iy business.
trip. , V -v, .(JVf
•Have you traveled much ^lone?*
i ‘Quite a good doal,’ ; I replied, not
at till pleased with tho unenviable
position I wns forced to occupy.
Without giving me a chance to ask
any question, shOiOen.tiMMPd;
‘Onii’t I buy you some, frnit or
orangos?'. • ,
•I don’t cure about any,’ J replied.
•Wouldn’t you like a book or
pamphlet to road? ! have somo in
my lraveling bug, Well, I know you
will let mo turn the noxt spat, so as
to give you more room.’ , , ( . .
- ‘I left the tjeat, and told her tlm.r^
wusalisolutely uotliing that,| wanted,
As I made, iny way out to the smok
ing car, nearly everybody; hmghe<J r
including t)ie. Yussur gi|;ls. Ope o ; f
the latter took my place. To . this
day, I never see a; wonian cpming
10-ward my scat that I don’t think of
Llmt experience. I’vo heard men say
they would like to have it tried op*
thorn, but no man Ukcs to bo inado
a fooLof, and certainly appears iu
that light when a lot of school girls
start in to make him appear ridiett*
logfl.f , _ ; , . , *
“To WHAT BASK USE?”—A lady
went into u inurket oii Saturday and
iiKiiiiifoil for corned beef. The mar*
luquir
ket inaa took tho stono for holding
the meat down in the biine from the
barrel, ami laying out two or three
pieoes of beef for Iior o.xurninafcibji>
turuqd to wait upon anbther custom •
er. While he was thus engaged, her
eyes fell upon Ihealone tliafcthe mar-
k(ot man had taken from the barrel^
and she read: ,jrUi '
Susan ,
Died-—- . 1849, ,* 0} i-- ■
Aged 0 uionths. ; ,
The beef in that barrel had no fur
ther at traotion for her, and with o
remark that expressed to the market
riian the horror she felt at the use to
Wiiipil the siomi was applied, she left
tlie'Vvoie. /is she went out he re
marked: ‘I don't generally keep llmt
011 tlio beef. It belongs in the pork
barrel;’—Pi'&oidoncc Journal.
■
Mrs. George Hurting, of Elwood,
Hid., considering herself aggrieved
by u publication in n local pa|>er, as
saulted the editor, Koy Hatiuab, with
u peck of the most anoient e^gs that
cfould bj picked up in the town, Tho
account pf tho assault says that “the
eggs pattered on his back und shoul
ders until his entire rear had assumed
a crushed pumpkin hue.” Theu, to
add insult to injury, the small boys
all cried our: "That's what’s the
matter with .Hannah.”
‘The Lord loveth u cheerful giver,
but there's no use chunking a copper
cent, into the contribution box so
loud ns to make the folks in tho
seat thick the communion scr
Imr/tumbled off the altar.
•! do wish you would come home
earlier,’ said a womau to her hus
band. ‘1 am afraid to stav alone. I
always imagine that there s some
thing in the house, but when you
coum 1 know there ain’t.’
You get the truth habitually Loin
equals only.