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VOLUME IX DUBLIN, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, JUNE »0, 1886 NUMBER II. Professional Cards. Dr. T. F. WILLIAMS,' ZDE3STTXST. C3TOffice at His Reside Si nuns’ Building. First door below the Court* House. apr21.’S6,ly. Dr. J„ P.HOLMES, PRACTITIONER, CONDOR, - - GEORGIA. C ALLS ATTENDED TO AT ALL hours. Obsterics a specialty. Office Residence. ' mch24, 7m. Dr. T. A. WOOD, ZE > 3?a.o‘bx“b±paiLex*, CO.L SPRINGS, GA. (NALLS ATTENDED TO AT ALL VJ hours. Obsterics a specialty. Office Residence. . mcli24, tf. Or. P. M. JOHNSON, ^ PRACTITIONER, "Lovett, k ' - Georgia. C NALLS ATTENDED TO AT ALL J hours, Day and Night. mchSS tf; Dr. J. H LINDER, [SIX MILES NORTH OP DUBLIN,] OFFERS his services to the public at large. Calls promptly attended to, day or uight. Office at residence, aug 20, ’84 ly. CHARLES HI t £ , M. D., • PRACTITIONER. Dublin, JeaO, ly Georgia. DR. G. F. GREEN, PRACTITIONER, Dublin, - Georgia. - 'I ALLS ATTENDED TO AT ALL ^ hours. Obstetrics aspecialty. Office Residence T. L. GRINER, ATTORNEY & COUNSELLOR AT LAW, Dublin - Georgia. may 21 tf. THOMAS B. FELDER, Jr. ATTORNEY AT LAW, Dublin. - • Georgia; Will practice in the courts of the Oco nee, Ocmulgee and Middle circuits, and the Supreme court of Georgia, and else where by special contract. Will negotiate loans on improved farm ing lands. Feb. 18th, 1885.-6m. HAVE YOU TAKEN THE ATLANTA CONSTITUTION FOR 18867 If not. lay this paper down and send for it right now. If you wantit every day, 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. * THE WEEKLY CON STITUTION s the Cheapest! Biggest and Best Paper Printed in America! It has 12 pages chock full of news,- gos 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 all the news. and Sill Arp’s and Betsy Hamilton’s Letters, Uncle Remus’s Sketch es! —AND— TALMAGE’S SERMONS. Css 2 Cunts a Week! It comes once week—takes & 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 us, and wc will send you Speci men Copy Free! Address THE CONSTITUTION. FOUR MILLIONS AND A half. Land Claims A | SPECIALTY, AND WARRANTS additional homestead certificates and all kinds of land seript bought awflkl.i Large stock and highest prices paid. If you want to sail or buyr If so, write D. A. A. THOMAS, Attorney at-Law, Wasli- gton, D C “I wonder who this letter can be from,” said Jeremiah Krinkle, look ing at the envelope that lay upon his table. “I’d like to know who can have written to Marier from Califor- ny. Since Phoebe married the man that made a fortune mining—four millions it was, I think—she hasn’t writ to her cousin, and ’tisu’t .likely she’ll begin now. Wish Mirier would come in;” and Jeremiah Krinkle turned and twisted the envelope in his hands, and even held it between himself and the light, in hopes of making out a few words. Id fact, he was occupied in this way, When Mrs. Krinkle* entering suddenly, surprised him in the act. .. '‘Felt kinder anxious about this letter, Marier,” explained Mr. Krin kle, covering his confusion by help* ing his better half to an euormous slice of haul. “It’s so long since we heard from Cousin Phoebe. Struck me suthin’ might have happened to her.” “Mrs. Krinkle made no answer, and having forked half the bounteous slice of ham back upon the meat dish, with the remark: •“Yon ought to know my appetite better than that, Jeremiah” leisure ly proceeded to open the envelope. Within wasasmallerone with a black border. “Something has happened,” said Mr. Frinkle. • vYes,” said Mrs. Krinkie, “Phoebe js a widder.” “Must be a rich one,” said Mr. Krinkle. “Four millions! What a catch!” “I suppose yon wish you’d waited,” said Mrs. Krinkle. “I might if I hadn’t seen Phoebe,” said Mr. Krinkle, “and if I hadn’t chose you* Marier.” Maria, mollified, smiled benign- ft “Jest listen,” she said. “Ef this isn’t the beateree: . “ ‘Dear Cousin:—I suppose you’ll guess by the black bordei that I am a widow. Poor Mr. Pipkin was forty years older than I, so, though I mourn my loss, I feel resigned to the dispensations of Providence at being left a young widow.’ “Ymingl” inteip dated Mrs. Krin kle. “I’m forty-one and she’s only one year younger than what I be.” Then proceeded: “I am coming home to live and want to settle where my old friends are, now as yon are my relations—” “Remember it at last, eh?” said Mr. Krinkle. ‘“Now, as you are my relations,’ coutinuedLMrs. Krinkle, with an ad- monitary finger upheld, ‘I shall re pose confidence in you. Everybody knew that my dear lamented Sorog- gy—that Mr. Scroggins Pipkin was worth four millions and a half when I married him,- ana coming hvmc a young widow [I’ll set up for young next]—coining home a young widow I’ll be. besieged with flattery, and, perhaps, become the prey for a for tune-hunter. I would like to marry but I want a true heart that loves me for myself alone, as dear Scroggy did, and you can do me a favor by circu lating the report that I’ve lost every thing and have come home iu indi gent circumstances, to live with you and do the housework. I shall dress so as to keep up the character, and 8oou find out who really cares for Phoebe Scroggins. By the way, on no account tell your brother Jackson Williams of my plan. Dtar! dear! to think that we used to keep compa ny with each other, and that he thought I hadn’t used him well when I married poor Soroggy. Expect mo very soon, for I start to-morrow. Yours, affectionately, ‘PaoKBE Pipkin. “I’ll fix the front chamber, make some now pillow-cases and a toilet cover, and get Fanny’s daughter to work me u catch all and a comb and brush-box/’ said Mrs, Krinkle. “What a qatch she’d be for broth er Jackson! She did use him aw fully, but graoious, she’s—well, what, should you call anybody with four millions and a half? Jnsta million aire, or what? And 1 believe in getting over tiffs. Of course, she’s older, but so is Jackson. And ho isn’t making much money over at the store. I’ll jest tell him what she wants circulated, and then yon oan show him the letter. Pretend to steal it out of my basket, eh? I should suppose that they’d be apt to leave something to Jane and John some of these days out of four mill ions and a half? “I’ll do my share in regard to the letter; but mind you, if one else getB An idea of it, Jackson may gen out out,” said Jeremiah; “He isu’t overly handsome, and he’s sort of quiet. Hasn’t much to say himself, you know.” “Well, I don’t suppose everybody likes jaw-me-downs,” said Mrs. Krin kle. “Jackson is intileotable and sensible-looking; but you are right— everybody else must believe that Phoebe lias lost her fortune.” The best bedroom was put into ruffles and pink ribbon, forthwith, and stores of preserves and potted meats were prepared. Mrs. Krinkle bought a new black silk, and the dressmaker helped her to spread tho story of poor Cousin Phoebe’s losses. As for Jackson Williams, ht- read the letter as he sat alone with his brother-in-law, one evening, after Mrs. Krinkle had gone upstairs, and as he (landed it back, gave a queer smile, but said nothing. “You remember how you used to come after her, Jack?” asked Jere miah Krinkle. Jackson nodded. “And how I caught you trying to hang yourself in the barn the dav after she married Scroggins Pipkin? Eh, Jack?” “I always was a fool,” remurked Jackson. ‘Well, don’t be one now. Go in and get- your four millions- and i half, and a pretty wjddcr,” said Krin kle. Jactfson lit his pipe, and, with eyes fixed on vacancy, began to smoke. Krinkle, for his part, emptied his pipe intd the fire, and said “good night.” “I must say,” he remarked, as he unlaced his boots and threw them with heavy clumps upon the floor— “I must say, Marier, that your brother is the most ujisociabiist, speechlessest critter I ever met. I’d as soon talk to a post.” “Some folks talks, and some folks doos,” replied Mrs. Krinkle, from beneath the blankets. “You leave Jackson alone to do.” Even before she was expected Phoebo Pipkin arrived. Everybody saw the Krinkle’s wagon convoy hoi' and her trunk to her destination. She had kept her good looks amaz ingly, and gained twenty-five pounds, being one of. those people who im prove by growing plump; was really a better looking woman than she hud been, but she was certainly very shabby. “You see I’ve kept np my charac ter— dressed for the part,” she said; and Mrs. Krinkle secretly wished that she had not gone, so far. Poor Mr. Brown’s widow seldom wore such nistio black, nor did tho relict ofThe Methodist minister, Mrs. Chupone, who every one knew was left penni less.” Still, she smiled, and prom ised to say nothing. The old lovers met when Jackson came into his tea. Not a line of his fucc told his feelings, but she blushed scarlet. There whs a certain reserve between them for seme time, but in a few weeks the old days when they were boy and girl seemed to come back again. Mrs. Krinkle rejoiced, for she was fond of her brother; and when one day Phoebe eagerly demanded of hor a truthful answer ns to whether-alio had over told Jackson tiro truth, Cousin Marier answered positively that she had not. She stated a fact but she knew very well that her Jere miah had done her bidding. “I don’t believe hei,” thought Phoebe Pipkin. “I oan’t believe her. Oh! how I wish I could! Heav eu knows I am punished for jilting poor Jackson when I knew he loved me for myself. Now how can I know anything?” An hour later, as she was planting some flower seeds in the garden by the last gleams of light in the sunset sky, Jackson came up the road from the field wheie the meu had been at work at their earliest spring-time toil, and leaning over the fence called to her: “Phoebe!” She looked up. Ho jumped the fdneo and sat down beside hor on the border of green grass, and looked at the little papers of seeds. “You’ve been a widow three years, haven’t you?” he asked. . ■ She nodded. ‘‘That’s long enough, don’t vou think?” said he. “Mightn’t we as well bo married nretty soon?” Phoebe dropped her little trow el. “Jack,” she said, “I always con sidered you an honest man. I don’t believe you’d tell a lie. Will ypu tell you whether you read that letter I wrote to Marier? Did she show it to you?” “Maria didn’t,” replied Jackson, growing very grave, “but Jeremiah did. I read it every word.” “All!” said Phoebo. “And yon think you know I’m worth four milt ions? I swear to yon I’m an utter beggar! Jackson, I ill-used you long ago. Did you forgive mo so entire ly that you’d have courted me if you had known I was really a poor cons in helping in Marier Krinklo’s kitchen? Nobody else hus shown me any attention. Nobody has troubled to be civil. I’ve been afraid that yo had read that letter that you know—” ‘I did,* said Jackson. He put his hand into his .pocket and drew out his pocketbook, from which ho took a letter. ‘That’s from my friend, Spencer Grey,’ said he. ‘He lives in California He knew you pretty well. When Scroggin Pipkin died,* poisoning himself at eighty bocauso ho had lost every cent of hie four millions and a half, lie wrote me the news, and sent mo the paper that had it all iu. ‘I had it about mo when Jeremiah gave me your letter to road. I know you haven’t a dollar in the world, and I know you wanted to play trick on the folks here—n sharp one —and I ought to despise yon; but well, I’ve always been a fool about you.’M' , _ ' *' •' Liston to mo, Jack,’ said Phoebe* with tears dropping down her cheeks. ‘I did write that letter* hoping tocaTch a husband, hoping to oatch yon. But when we met, I—I knew I had always loved you. ‘I’ve been trying to tell you, and now it’s over. Good bye, Jack. I’ll go away somewhero, and—aud—’ But here her sobs choked her utterance, and Jack took her hand. ‘I can’t excuse your conduct, and l won’t try/he said, ‘but I always loved you, and I always will,I expect. We’ll get married if you’ll have mo, and folks can wondor all tlioy like. We won’t tell them anything.’ Jackson and Phoebe were married in a few weeks. No one guessed that Jackson bought his bride’s wedding dress, which was extremely handsome. After tho wedding Mra< Krinkle told tho story of the four millions und a half and itspreuk like wildfire. Tno inhabitants of the place tfcrc greatly astonished when tho happy pair returned and settled down in tho tlirco rooms ovor the little yellow frame village store, and the bride began to make Johnny cake, and do up her Jackson’s shirts with her own fair hands. But nobody suspected the truthjaud Mr. and Mrs. Williams have gradually gamed the reputation of being an enormously wealthy pair of misers. Even Mrs. Krinkle believes it, but she is rathor pleased than otherwise. ‘The money must mount op woudet fully, and I feel suro it will come to our John und Jane in the end,’ she remarks to Jeremiah, who answers with a shake of his head that expresses a sense of mvstery. He is not so sure as his wife seems to be about thut money—Mary Kyle Dallas, in N. Y. Ledger. Wheu the iTay is Gone. [Brooklyn Eagle.] How quiet the house is at mid night. Tho people who talk und laugh aud sing iu it every day ate asleep, and the people woo fell asleep injt long ago come back into it. Eyery house has these two classes of tenants. l)o we love best thoso with whom we oan luugh aud talk and sing, or the dear silent ones who come so noisely to our side und whis per to us in faint, sweet, fur-ttwuy whispers that have no sound, so that we hear only their very stillness. I am not tired, but my pen is won ry. It falls from my fingers and 1 raise tny head. I start to leave the table, and eyes full upon a little book lying on the floor. It is a little “First reader.” Ho v left it there this afternoon. I romomber. just how was impatient beoause ho ootild not read (lie simplo little lesson, suoh an easy lesson, and 1 told him it was waste of my time to teaoh him, and pushed him away from me. I re member now. I see the flash coine into the little tired faoo, tho brave, cheerful* look in his eyes, his moth er’s brave, pat iont cheerfulness, struggling with his disappointincu and pain. I-see him lie dowu on the floor and the little face baud over the troublesome little lesson, suoh simple, eusy lesson, any baby might lead it. Then after a little struggle alone, it has to be given up, and the baffled little soldier, with one more appealing look toward ino for re inforoeinonts, sighs and goes away from the lesson lie cannot read to the play that comforts him. And there lies the little hook, just as he left Ah, me, I could kneel down and kiss it now, as though .it were alive and loving. 1 Why, iyhat was my time worth !o me to-day? What was there in the book I wanted to read one-half so preoibus to me as ono Oooing word from the prattling lips that quivered when I turned away. I bate the book I read. I will never look at it ugain Wore it tho last book in the world I think I would burn it. All its gracious words are lies. I say to you, though all men praise the hook though an hour ugo.I thought it ex cellent—I say to you that there is poison in its hateful pages. Why, what can I learn from books that baby lips cannot teach me? Do vou Know I want to go to the door of his room and listen; the hoiiso is'so still; maybe he is not breathing. Why, ,f between my book and my hoy J chooso my book, why should not God leave mo with my books—my hateful books? But I was not harsh. I was only u little impatient. Because, yon see, his lesson was so easy, so simple. Ah, mb, there were two of us trying to read this afternoon. Tlioy were two eusy, simple lessons. Mlno was such a very simple, easy, pleasant, loving one to learn. Just a line, just a littlo throb of patioiico, of gentleness, .of love thut would have made my own heart glow und luugh and sing. The letters were so huge and p ain, the words so easy uni the sentences so short. And I! Oh, pity me, 1 missed every word. I did not read one lino aright. See hero, is my copy now; ull blurred and blistered with tears and heartacho, all marred and mispellcd and blotted. I am ashamed to show it to the Muster. And yet I know ho will ho putiont with mo; I know how loving and gentle lie will bo. Why, how pa tiently und loving all thoso yours lie Iuih been touching tno tin's simple les son I failed upon to-day. But when my little pupil stumbled on a single word—is my time, then, so much more precious than the Master’s that I cannot tench the little lesson more than ouco? • Ah, friend, we do waste time wlion we plait scourges for ouvselves. Those hurrying days, these busy, anxious, Bhrewd, ambitious times of ours are wasted when they take ouv hearts away from patient gentleness, and give us fame for love and. gold for kisses. Some day, then, when our hungry souls will seek for bread oar selfish god will give us a stone. Lifo is n.ot a deep, profound, per plexing problem. It is a simple, eusy lesson, such as any child may read. You oanuot find its solution in the ponderous tomes of the old fathers, tho philosophers, the inves tigators, the theorists. It is not on your book-shelves. But in tho warmest corner of the most unletter ed heart it glows in letters that the blind may read; a sweet, plain# sim ple, easy, loving lesson. And when you have learnod it, b’-otherof mine, the world will be bettor and hap- P*er. . • l4 Bacon's Record. [Oartersvllle American.] Bacon, of Bibb, for twelve years served Bibb county in the legislature of Georgia. During that long term of service no flaw or blemish oan be found ih his record. No man in tho Stato had more to do with shaping the legislative policy of the Stato dliving that time. His thorough knowledge of tho legislation of these years fit him in overy way to make Georgia, a most able and brilliant udministtrutor of tho laws as the chief executive. He is undoubtedly the best equipped nmn in the State for Governor. Ho is a .bravo and honest loader of tho people. In 1879 when in tho chair us speaker of the House of representatives, it bocamo his duty to appoint committees to iiir vostigate tho St,ato departments like the brave and . honest man that he is, he gave plaoo upon all those impor tant committees to the very best men in tho house of Representatives. There was no ivhito-washingdone by these committees, and they per formed a work for the Stuto which in benefloiul results will Ho appreciated for all time. Men most ftitpilar with the history of that work, oxpress tho opinion openly that Bacon’s honest, brave hand guided tho actors on that cominittco and on the floor of the House to the conclusion which has resulted so advantageously to the people of tho State; and which laid deep the foundation for honest' and capable administration of the affairs of our Stato government for coming yoars. Georgia owes him a debt of gratitude and she will pay it this year, The men who quaked with fear dur ing trying and exciting days may well apprehend thut tho same hon est hand and heart, if placed in the office; of Governor will maintain the* rights of tho peoplo at all hazards, against rings and political syndicates, whether at or near Atlanta, Wall street, N. Y., or elsewhere. Bacon hus won his spurs as <t oiviliun, a statesman; and tho slander that ho proved recreant to his duty as a sol dier in tho late war has been so fully exported that even iho Constitution and Gonoial Gordon do not repeat it. • The Hawkinsvillo Dispatch says: ‘Tlmt was an act of magnanimity and foui ln»Bites8 on t he part oi Macon’s friends in Wilcox county on Saturday last tlmt should teach the Atlanta Constitution a lesson, Tho peoplo were assembled in muss meeting at Abbeville, every member of the executive committeo was for Macon—, and tho meeting showed fifteen ma inly in favor of Macon when tho ivison hud beon called for by a Gor don man. 1 ot Mucop’s friends ami the executivo committee voted for und adopted a resolution ordering a irimury election. Will tho Atlanta onstitniion make a nutc of this act f fuirnoBi?’’