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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, HAVE YOU TAKEN THE ATLANTA CONSTITUTION FOR 1886 ? If not. lay this paper down and send for U-right now. If you want it everyday, send for the Daily, which costs $10.00 a year, or $5.00 for six months or $2.50 for three months. If you want it every week, send for the Great Weekly, which costs $1,25 a year or $5,00 for Clubs of Five. " f THE WEEKLY CON STITUTION Is the Cheapest! Biggest and Best Paper Printed in America! - It has 12 pages chock full of news, g„s * sip and sketches every week: It prints inert; romanee thau tlie siory.papers, triore , form-new* than the agricultural papers, ' more tun than the humorous papers—he- the news, and and Betsy Hamilton's Uncle hemus’s .ketch- •• es! * * i' ■AND— > SERMONS.:: a Week! a whole week 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.