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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. HAVE YOU TAKEN | i i THE ATLANTA CONSTITUTION J FOR 1886? If not>, lay this paper down and send for it right now. If yod 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 $8,00 for Clubs of Five. TftE WEEKLY CON STITUTION I Is the Cheapest! Biggest and Best Paper Printed in America! It La* 12 pages chock full of news, goB sip and sketches every week. It prints mere romance than the story papers, more farm-news than the agricultural papers, more fun than the humorous papers—be sides ail the news, and Bill Arp's and Betsy Hamilton's Loiters, Uncle Remus’s Sketch- esl f —AND— TALMAGE’B SERMONS.. ‘ > '- i Cs«2 Cents a Week! It comes once week—takes a whole week to read it! You can’t well farm or keep house with out it! Write your name on a postal card, ad dress it to u*. and we will send you bpecl men Copy Phke’ 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 ■PBHBNHNPHBHBBP|BPB.|D 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.