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VOLUME VIII.
DUBLIN. GEORGIA. WEDNESDAY, JUNE 9. 1880.
NUMBER L.
TOWN ANDCOUNTY
DIREGTOB-y.
CITY OFFICIALS.
Mayor.—J. C. Scarborough.
Aldermen —M. L. Jones. J. B. Wolfe,
R. M.'Arnau, Dr. G. 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.
Judge.—John -T. Duncan.
Sheriff Salks.—1st Tuesday in each
month.
Superior Courts.
4th Monday in January and July.
JuDGBi:—C. C. Kibbee.
Solicitor General. —C. C. Smith.
County Court,
Monthly Sessionb.—2d Monday in each
. month.
Quarter Sessions.—2d. Monday- in Jan
uaty, April, July and October.
Judue.—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.
.,0. Bracewell J. P.
Dennis McLendon N. P.
1367th, Dist. (Lowrys) 3d Saturday in each
month.
Lamar Miller ,T. P.
J. F. Currie N. P.
1368th Dis.t. (Burch) 2d Saturday in each
month,
C. J. Clark J.P.
John Burch N. P,
1369th. Dist. (Reedy Springs) 4th Satur
day in each month.
R. A. Bedingsficld J. P.,
P. E. Grinstead N. P,
844th Dist. (Hampton’s Mill) -3d Friday in
N. JL < Co^der t J.‘ P. •
S. T. Darsey N. P.
845th Dist; (Harvaid’s) 2d Saturday in
each month.
William Gilbert J. P. *
D. J. Pearce N. P.
841st Dist.. (Burgamies) 3d Saturday in
each mouth.
W. A. Wood J. P.
N. S. Dixon N. P.
891st Dist. (Bailey’s) 2d Saturday iu each
mouth.
J. B. Perry J. P.
J, I. G Stanley N. P.
86th Dist. (Buckeye) 1st Saturday'in each
month. i
E. M. Lake J. P.
J. JL- Jones N. P. ^ •• • j
1809th Dist. (Jackson's) 1st Saturday in!
each month.
John L. Keen. J. P.
W. T. Bedgood N. P. / / f :;
52d Dist. (Smith’s) 1st Saturday in each
month.
A. T. Shell. J. P.
Bennett Kea N. P.
' 1888th Dist. (Oconee) 4th Saturday in each
month.
M. Thigpen J. P.
John Wflkes N. P.
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Address THE CONSTITUTION.
THE GOOD WIFE AND MOTHER.
Like a star in the sky,
Like a gem iu a crown,
Is a good wife and mother
In city or town.
Her husband’s companion;
- His helpmeet through life;
In the Btorm and the sunshine,
\ The joy and the strife.
The two walk together
Through paths thut are fair;
Or climb hands still clasping!
O’er mounta ns of care.
While he may be plucking
The thorns from her way,
She is scattering the roses •
To sweeten hts day.
She hastes in the morning
Her children to meet,
As they come to her chamber
With pattering feet. ;
To these dear little children
Her sweet smile of bliss,
. Ab they lift their red lips
For her fresh morning kiss.
• And her heart is repaid—
That heart that has yearned
So oyer her darlings—
By kisses returned.
Like tne gold from the mine—
:• Like a pearl from the sea
ls the good wife and mother,
Where’er she may bo.
—Mrs. M. A. Kidder in N. T. Ledger.
JOHN’SSTORY.
“Well, would you like I o'hoar my
adventure in Now Orleans?” John
Bright leaned bis elbow on the arm
of the red plush chair in which he
sat, with a thoughtful look in his
dark eyes.
“Why, yes, of course.”
“By all means.”
Eugene CarthqU; and his sister
looked eagerly at the bandsotnb
blonde in front of them.
They had been talking abou t the
New Orleans exposition^ which all
had visited the winter before, and
naturally their ^conversation had
drifted into personal reminiscences
and criticisms on the ways and man!-
ners of the people of that Southern
city.
“Did you really have -an adven
ture?” asked Nell, eyeing him ques-
tioningly from under her long dark
lashes. They had intended to meet
in the Crescent city, but through
some misunderstanding the Garthon
family had missed hiui. Nell had al
ways felt a little aggrieved over this,
just as if John had really been to
blame iu the matter, and all allu
sion to their sojourn in the South
brought back that vague feeling of
disappointment which had mingled
itself with ail her enjoyments while
there.
Not that she cared, anything for
John Bright. Oh, no; not even til
herself did she ever admits that. But
then lie was Eugene’s most intimate
friend, and he was such a bright,
companionable fellow, how could she
help liking him a little? “just for
Eugene’s sake, you know.” She
sincerely believed that it was
her love for hir brother that
made her so solicitous always for his
friend’s comfort and so anxious to
make him always fool at home and!
thoroughly welcome in her father’s
house.
“Well, go on with your story,”|
said Eugene, lighting a cigarette,
with' his sister’s permission, and
pulling away expectantly. “1*11 be
getting drowsy, presently, if yon
don’t Wakes me up with your thrilling
episode;”
“Well”—John twirled hia blond
mustache reflectively ignoring the
last remark—“l was walking down
Canal street one afternoon, when it
began to rain, not violently, but
enough to make a man feci uncom
fortable, and the feathers on a wo
man’s bonnet limp. Fortunately I
hud an umbrella, which, of course, I
immediately raised. Just as I did
so, a young lady came om, of one of the
large dry goods stores behind me.
She stood irresolute for a moment as
though non-plussed by the rain, yet
an evident anxiety possessed her to
reach tne cur.
Instantly, I found myself in a
strange dilemna. What should I
do? Thgre was a young lady, deli
cate and bcaut : ful, richly attired in
garments which the rain would c<r-
taiuly damage without the slight at
protection from the elements; while
i'i not three feet distant, was possess
ed of an umbrella amply largo enough
to shelter two. It seemed like a
pieco of impertinence, yet on the im
pulse of the moment I mustered ail
my gallantry, and stepping forward,
offered to escort her to the car.
“To my surprise, and I must say
pleasure, she accepted gratefully,
and we walked to the next corner to
meet the car. I noted then the ex
treme loveliness of her beauty, which
was of the pure Creole type, aud the
marvelous finish of her toilet, which
showed in its richness of coloring the
Southern taste. I could not censure
her for her hesitation in exposing
herself to the disastrous effects of the
rain.
When we reached the corner
there was no car,” John continued.
“Being in ‘Mudi-gras’ time, there
was always more or less dcluy. When
the car did arrive, it was so ciowded
there was not a foothold/ The next
and the next proved to be the same
Unconsciously we walked on, the
young lady by an almost impet$epti-
ble guidance directing our footsteps.
We walked along the Rue Royal
quite into the heart of the old French
town, the young lady scarcely seem
ing aware of the fact that we had
traversed so many blocks. I was too
delighted with h»>r bright conversa
tion and naivete to wish to unde
ceive her, and so we walked along
until she stopped suddenly in front
of ope of Those gloomy French' hops
es, so dreary in exterior appearance,
but often beautiful aud gay within.
A high wall surrounded the dwelling,
8Umounted by nails driven in so
that the points projeoted upward, a
sure safeguard against marauders.
As usual, a high balcony graced the
front of the house. From the gate
—a massiye iron burred one—a stone
pavement led up to the old-fashioned
dour.
‘I feel very grateful,* she 6ftid,
lifting her big eyes to mine with a
shadow of timidity in their depths
which made them all the lovelier;
‘and’ she hesitated a little,’ ‘I know
my father prop Id wish to thank you
also, if—if *
“If you only knew whom to thank,f
[ added with a conscious shame ut
my own lack of courtesy. “Now, I
don’t kuow what prompted me to
the aotion, bub instead of handing
her my own card, I gave her one of
Frank Smith’s a youiig fellow rdom^
ing with me at the St. Charles, a
drummer for a large Arm in Detroit.
His name graced the card in full,
and also “Tremoine & Lecmdn,’ the
name of the firm he was connected
with. It was a foolish thing to do,
yeti never expected to see the young
ludy again, and I suppose it occurred
to me that it would be a good joke on
Smith.
•To my great astonishment, she
recognized the firm name.
“ ‘Yop must come in and see my
father,’ she said. “Mr. Tremoine
is an old friend of ouis, and he will
be so delighted to see you.’
“Into what kind of a scrape had ij
gotten myself I declined as court
eously as possible, trying to hasten
away; but just then an old gentleman
appeared at the do >r, in answer to
our ring at the gate for, as you re
member, in New Orleans most of the
bells are on the front gate.
In a few words tie young lady ex
plained , the situation. With true
Southern hospitality he invited tne
to enter, thanking me iu most volu
ble terms for my kindness to his
daughter. Seeing I would offend by
not accepting their invitation, I
stepped in with him. As usual
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hose French houses, the hall led in
to a little barren-looking court. From
this, however, we entored into an
apartment elegantly furnished. 1
“A servant took my umbrella and
hat, and the old gentleman pushed
forward a handsome easy chair for
me, seating himself near me. The
young lady disappeared, reapi earing
in a little while in a charmn g din
ner dross of garnet satin.
“I confess I was a little dazed by
the sudden turn affairs had taken,
and the tete-a-tete with the old geh
tleman (whose name I ascertained to
be DeChurtre) was most embarrass
ing, for ho asked me a score of ques
tions about Detroit and the puople
there, all of which ,1, never having
been in that city, was obliged to au
swo.r at random, or from vague rem
iniscenceS of what Smith hud told
me casually.
“X tried in vain to turn the sub
ject, and had almost given myself up
to a despurate fibbing, when 1
chanced to perceive that a piano wi s
behind me. During a momentary
lull in the conversation, in which
De Ohartre was probably trying j,o
reeopcile my rambling information
with His own knowledge and oonject
urea. I turned to the young lady re
questing some music.
“To my relief she consented imme
3iktely^jhu$ saving her father froth
any further surprises in the way of
chaotic guessing on my part. She
sang and played quite prettily, and 1
found myself even more prepossessed
than I had been at first.
‘After she had played several
songs, I rose Jto go, but as I did so,
dinner was announced, and I was
urgently invited by them both to re
main. Again 1 saw that to. refuse
would be to offend, so, in order lb
preserve Smith’s repucation from
further damage, I accepted, resolving
thut I would exert my talents to the.
utmost in being entertaining. You
see, I wanted them to speak a good
word for Smith if ever they should
ehance to communionte with this
Tremoine, whom I hoartily wished
at the bottom of the sea.
/“After dinner we adjourned to
iihe parlor—thac is, the yonng lady
and mvsolf—the old gentleman going
off for a smoke, in which I doelimd
to join him.
“The rain* which had been mild
at first, now turned into a raging
torrent. It beat savagely against!
the windows, and the wind swept
mournfully through the court!
Now and then it crept under the
doors and into the room, bringing
a faint scent of the orange-blooms
that were being swopt from their
stems on the bending trees without.
But the inclemency of the weather
outside only made the comfort aud
brightness of the apartment seem
more perfect.
“With such a charming hostess
the moments sped swiftly. I became
more and more inlhrulled with her
dark eyes and her gracious manner,
so typical of the grace which has
made the Creole women celebrated.
I don’t know to what length I might
have committed myself, had not the
door opened and Monsieur de Char-
tre once more appeared upon the
scene. As it was, I think he sur
prised me saying some foolishly ten
der things to his daughter.
“I looked at my watch;' A flush
of shame crept over mo. It was past
ten o’clock. I felt that I had in
fringed on the hospitality extended
to me. I began to apologize, but
Monsieur de Chartre stopped me.
My dear’ sir, lie said, cordially, ‘you
cunnot go out in such a storm. I
will not permit it. My home is large.
We have ample accommodations.
Remain with os to-night.’
“I thanked him sincerely. I could
not feel grateful enough for such a
warm and cordial hospitality. It is
true indeed thut these Southerners
have the kindest and most hospitable
hearts in the world. An old and
valued friend of the family could
scarcely have been treated more
kindly than I, a complete stranger,
suve for the slight stamp of genuine
ness which ‘Tremoine & Leernan’
gavomc in this most elegant and
beautiful home, every part of which
betokened the wealth and position of
the owner.
“A few moments later Jacques
came to show me to my room. With
a lingering glance, I bade the young
lady good-night. It seemed to roe
that her beautiful eyes were tilled
with a i-liaiow of regret fo» our brief
acquaintance. Her father followed
me to the court not without giving
me several messages for Mr. Tre-
moine and other friends in Detroit,
all of whioh I promised to carry
faithfully. Then with a courtly
good-night, he intrusted mo to ftie
cure of the waiting attendant.
My apartment was handsomely
furnished, in keeping with the rest
of the I101160. It was nparontly a
back room connected with one iu the
front of the house by heavy folding
doors, across which u red critpson
portiere fell. / ]
'Jacques brought me a pitchor of
fresh wator and some dean towels,
and then mumbling something in
his unintelligible Creole Freucli,
bowed himself out.
“I examined the room carefully,
locked all the doors except the fold
ing one, whioh 1 found fastened on
the other side, and wont to sleep
thinking what a capital joke that
wafc on Smith, who was undoubtedly
reposing .beautifully in room No. 105
at the St. Charles, unconscious of
the strange escapade I had gotten
him into. I resolved to write to tho
young lady as soon as I loft the city
informing her of the little deception,
and introducing the original Smith,
whom I was quite sure would full
head over ears in lovo wflh her ut
sight. Poor Smith! I was just mil,,
ping out his future most beautifully!,
when Morpheus seized me and car
ried mo off into dreamland. 3
“About midnight I was awakened
by a slight noiso in the room. A ter
rible presentment took possession of
mo. I dared not move for a second.
My knees tremblod, tho cold drops
of moisture stood on my I f ow. I
lay shivering as though chilled by
some actual, toy touch'for a moment
then my healthy, vigorous physique
reasserted itself. I was no coward
even to myself. I rose stealthily
and crept to the light, turning the
full blaze on suddenly.
“A change in the room startled
mo. The heavy portiere was thrown
aside, the folding-doors stood wide
open. Resolved to penetrate this
mystery, I stepped into the other
room.
“A cry of horror escuped me as I
did so. I s£ood in : the middle of thq
floor petrified, the very blood freez
ing in my veins. There on the bed
lay a man with his throat gashed
from car to ear, the red blood oozing
slowly upon the white counterpane
and the rich carpet beneath. His
wide eyes were upturned to theceil-
ing, his white face transfixed with
tho death agony.
“For a second I stood there os if
frozen to the spot, my sensei reeling,
my hands clinched in a sudden ago
ny df mortal terror; then like a flash
of lightning the truth swept over tne.
A torrible crime had bden commit
ted. The responsibility was to be
aid on ino. In the morning the
police would come to arrest me.
What vestige of power would I have
to disprove it?
“With a sadden, quick energy,
born of desperation, I weut to my
room aud dressed myself, leaving not
tbrilightest trace of my presence
'here. Assuring myself that not a
card or a slip of paper was left as a
dew to my indentity, I took my
boots in my hands and orept noise
lessly down the stairway. ''•jESSftl,
When I reached the door beyond
the court, I shrank back in dismay.
I hail forgotten it would be lockad
and barred. I entered the apartment
where I bad been entertained the
night before, hoping to find a win
dow unbolted. To my surprise 1
heard voicos and perceived a light
eminating from the room adjoining.
The door Itetween was slightly ajar,
I walked breathlessly across the room
and peeped through the crevice.
“Horror of horrors! What J
see there? The fine, conrtly old
gentleman of the night before seated
at a faro table, surrounded by a
motley crowd— aud ray fine young
lady, the brilliant sweet-voiced on
chantress of the dinner tabb*, deal
ing out fare blanks opposite!
“It was enough. I turned away,
realizing then that I was in New
Orleans. I had gotten into ono of
tho worst dens of the French city,
and tho beautiful Creol-} whs pioba-
bly one of the notorious characters I
had so often read of.
“No wonder my blood ran cold.
What if I oould not escape? These
wore desperate characters with whom
I could not eopo. The outlook was
terrifying.
“I tried each window Cautiously.
They all resisted my efforts to raise
them; all but the last—that yielded
a little. I struggled mightily, with
the strength of despair. In doing so
my hands touched aspring which I
had not perceived before. In an in
stant tho Bhadow was pushed up
no'selessly, and with a stealthy
boutid Heaped through, landing on
the ground a few foot below.
“But what to do next? There was
that wall, surrounded by its rows of
sharp nails. It would have been
madness to have attempted to ecalo
it. The gate was barred and fast
ened with a heavy chain. I could
not cry out for assistance; that woqld
have meant certain death from those
desperate dark-brown men at the
faro table. What should I do? Again
the cold drops of moisture dampened
my temple. I was frantic. What
should I do? ;
John stopped iri'his narrative and
lit tho cigarette Eugene hud handed
him a little while before. :
“What did you do?” Eugene was
impatient of the delay, llo leanpd
forward u'nxiously. His own cigar
ette had gone out. Ho had forgot
ten it in in* absorbing interest.
“Yes what did you do?” Nell re
peated the question with a terrible
anxiety in her brown eyes. Her
Kensington lay unheeded on the
floor, her elbows rested 611 her knees
and ono hand supporting her dimp
led, eager faco. Her breath Come
short and fast. She awaited the se
quel with sympathising- anxious
eyes.
“Why”—John gave an energetic
puff at his cigarette—“I a woke 1”
Eugene sank back in his chair,
and Nell collapsed physically and
mentally, picking up her woik with
a disgusted air.
’Sold, by Jove!” oxcluimed Eu-
gone, after a pause, looking admir
ingly at his friends “It is the best
sell of tho season.”
“Oh you horrible wretchl” cried
Nell, when she hud recovered hir
breath; “and so it was all a dream?”
“Yes,” answered John, coldly. “I
awoke in No. 105, at the St. Charles
with Smith asking ms if I mistook
biin for a brick wall or a lamp post,
that I wus pounding him so vigor
ously.”
Nell did*not seem to care muob for
the sell so long as the beautiful Cre
ole had proved a myth. The story
had awakened her consciousness a
little, and she seemed a little shyer
of John for several duys afterward.
But I am happy to say she was a sen
sible girl, aud when John asked her
if she only loved him tor “Eugene’s
sake,” she answered candidly, “No.”
Thus came the sequel to “Jobi/s
Story.”—Fannie 1. Sherriek.
The FhtkerniHii’ft Story. -
This is the size of the fish be caught
And carried home to-day;
, ; ; ' r, f'S' > ;.y?rj4 O’Y'
And this Is the size of the one he hooked.
But the “blamed thing got away.”
—Botton Courier.
An infant with four ears is at
tracting attention at Lathrop, Cal,
The barber is fond of making cut
ting remarks.
A young lady teacher in the high
school at Tiffin, Oh : o, accomplished
the feat of whipping thirty-five boy«
ranging from nine to fourteen yean
of age, iu thirty-five minutes. Next
day she wrote an essay entitled “Wo
man the weaker v easel,” and that
uight uuj up with a young man six
hours. But, despite her many lal-
eutv, she can’t vole.