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VOLUME IX
DUBLIN. GEORGIA. WEDNESDAY. AUGUST 18. 1886.
NUMBER X.
Professional Cards.
Dr. ..F. WILLIAMS,
XJEHsTTXST.
BSPOffice at His Residence.
. Simms’ Building. First door
below the Court House.
apr31.’86,ly.
Dr. J.P. HOLMES,
PRACTITIONER,
CONDOR, - .. GEORGIA
G alls attended to at all
hours. Obsterics a specialty. Office
Residence.
mch24, 7m.
Dr. T. A. WOOD,
IPx*a»ot3±ij±oxL©x*,
COLL SPRINGS, OA.
( 'lALLS ATTENDED TO AT ALL
J hours. Obsterics a specialty. Office
Residence.
mcli24, tf.
Dr. P. M. JOHNSON,
PRACTITIONER,
Lovett, - - Georgia.
C 'lALLS ATTENDED TO AT ALL
J hours. Day and Night.
mch85 tf.
Dr. J. I. LINDER.
[SIX MU, S NORTH OF DUBLIN.]
OFFERS his services to the public at
targe. Calls promptly attended to, day or
uigut. Office at residence,
ang 20, *84 lv.
CHARLES HICKS, M. D.,
PRACTITIONER.
Dublin, Georgia.
je30, ly
DR. G. F. GREEN,
PRACTITIONER.
Dublin,
Georgia.
•''1ALLS ATTENDED TO AT ALL
Ohoiuti, Obstetrics a specialty. Office
Residence
T. L. CRINER,
ATTORNEY & COUNSELLOR
AT LAW.
Dublin - Georgia.
may 31 tf.
FELDER & SANDERS,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
Dublin,
Georgia.
Will practice in the courts of tb°. Oco
nee, Oemulgee 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.
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It was hot. The cattle had sought
the shadiest pools in the" big brook
that flowed through the great south
meadow. Farmer Truax had lain
down iu the grass for a nap after his
dinner in the fields, and his men
were by no. means anxious to wake
him until the noon hour was well
over. Nowhere around the farm
was there any evidence ef aotivity.
Thesunwas too pitilessly fiorce to
brave lightly—so it siemed.
But, just as tho day seemed to have
reached the climax of unbearable
heat, there came from the farmhouse
door a tall, slender g'rl, who looked
as cool as a woodland stream. Dressed
all in white, with no ornament ex
ceptinga tiny bow of ribbon at her
throat, and carrying a huge light
blue parasol over her head, she
stepped daintly across the road, and,
climbing the low stile opposite,
sauntered slowly down to where a
pleasant grove gave promise of as
much oomfort as could be found on
such a day.
The men, although a furlong off,
could see her plainly.
Well,” said one of them, throw
ing out the remark as if he were
talking to the hills and addressing
no one in particular,. “I hope Truax
is satisfied. He’s kept that girl in a
city school five years now, and she’s
a lady. I wonder what he’s going to
do with her now. She can do any
workaround the house. He.wants
her at home; but what’s she’s going
to do here, except look pretty, beats
me.”
There was a little pause after this
and then anothor man spoke.
I don’t know,” he said, “but it
kinder seems to me that there’s
good deal in the girl. She’s pleasant
and happy.”
So’s a chipmunk,” said the
first.
“Well, she’s brigliter’n a dollar,
and jnst us good-hearted as she can
live. Yon ought to have seen her
tukin’ care o’ that old hen that got
hunt Thursday.”
A con emptuons snort was the on
ly thing that followed, and the men
lay still for a few 'moments longer,
waiting for the farmer to awake.
Meantime Bella Truax had found
her favorite nook in the grove, and
taking the rustic seat her father had
made for her. began reading.
Asshesat, shaded by the great
trees around, she looked the fairest
flower of the many that beautified
the little glen. At least so thought
sturdy Harry Manniug, as he 'came
through the woods wiili a step a tri
fle over eager for such a day. Nc
ordinary errand would have carried
an ordinary man so hastily.
A frank smile of pleasure came
'upon her face as she looked up and
saw her neighbor coming.
“Good morning, Harry,” she said,
as he drew near.
He din't smile. He colored. Al
though he was*plainly delighted to
have fonud her, he was embarrassed
tb8uch an extent that he could
scarcely stammer out his greet-
ings.
“Sit down,” said Bella, cordially,
making room for him on tho big
rustic seat.
This increased his confusion.
“Thank you,” lie said, “I can’t
stop. I wanted to see your futher,
and I came through this way ns it
was so much nearer. I didn’t sup
pose—”
Then he stopped; for even in his
confusion he couldn’t lie to her by
saying that ho had hot expected to
find her there.
Bella laughed.
“I can’t imagine where you came
from, then,” she said, “for it is
away from your ro;td if you came from
home.”
The handsome young fellow color
ed again, but collecting himself,
said, in a low, steady voice:
“Don’t laugh t at mo, Bella. I
do want to toe jour father, but I
came this way to find you and toll
you first
say.”
what it is I have to
“And what is it?” she asked, inno
cently.
“It is tnat i love yon, and want
you for my wife.”
It was now Bella’s turn to
bluBh.
“Oh, you musn’t! you musn’t!”
she said. “I did not think of suoh
a thing.”
“You didn’t think it,” he said
with something like reproach in his
voice. “Why, I have loved you all
my life, and if I hadn’t been afraid
to, I would have spoken loug
ago.”
“Afraid?” she said.
“Yes. You seem so far above me
always. I am more afraid than ever
now, bat I had to speak. You are a
lady of education aud elegant man
tiers, and I’m only a farmer, hut j
love you.”
“Stopl” she said, quickly,
father is a farmer, and he is my
ideal of what a man should be
Don’t say ‘only a farmer.’ But,
Harry,” and her voice sank, “don
speak to me of—love That cannot
be.”
“Muy I not Inpe?” he said,*de
cidedly.
“No, you must not.”
Then there is some one else?”
“You ought not to ask that, but
there is.”
Farmer Truax’s harvest was blight
ed. Misfortune after misfortune
hud followed so fast through the
year that his losses had eaten up his
small accumulation* of money and
forced him to borrow largely, so
that it was with a sorry face that lie
sat, one morning in the winrer,
poring over some books and papers.
Bella was reading on the other side
of the table, and the room was quiet
when suddenly the old man sigh
ed.”
What is it, pappy?’* ea'd Bella
throwing down her boox.
Her father made no reply; and
she, going around the table, sat
on his knee and kissed him foud-
ly.
“You are in trouble,” she said,
aud you must tel) me all about
it.”
’Tisn’i likely I’d put trouble on
your shoulders,” said the farmer,
tenderly, looking bravely into his
daughter’s eyes.
But if mother had lived, you
would have told her,” persisted the
girl. “Aud you have no one else to
help you bear trouble. Why shouldn’t
I? You have been good to me al
ways? why shouldn’t I be us much
help to you as I can?”
It took much persuasion, but at
length the story came out. The
farm would have to be mortgaged
heavily.
“But, pappy, if you hadn’t spent
all that money on me when I was at
school, you would not be so pressed
now, would you?
This the farmer would not answer
but his refusal was answer enough
lor the girl.
“Dou’t bo down-hearted,” she
said, after she had cross-questioned
her father till he had told her all
the particulars. It was surprising
how clearly she onderstood anything.
“Dou’t be down-licarted. Mortgage
the farm, had I will help you pay
the mortgage.”
Mr. Truax laughed.
“Why, Pussy, how on earth are
you going to help mo pay it? Now
if l had brought you up to work in a
farm-house and run a dairy, you
might. Or, if you had married that
young Raymond that came hero two
years ago. yju might. They say he
is rich.”
‘Never mind him,” said the girl,
icartily. “I’ll find a way.”
And she did. From that evening
there was no detail of woman’s work
thut she did not study and personally
oversee/ Old Mrs. Wellierbeo, who
had been her father’s housekeeper
ever since Mrs. Truax died ton years
boforo, remonstrated, tint Bella was
dc term in od, and it was long In) fore
eould
of
she found a dozen ways of econo
mixing.
At length Mrs. Wethorbee
stand it no longer.
“See here, John Truax,” sue saic
indignantly, one day, when Bella had
countermanded one of her orders.
“Either Bella’s going to run this
house or I am. Whioli will
be?”
“Why, of course, you’re runuing it
ain’t you?” said the farmer.
“Indeed, she isn’t.” said Bella,
coming into the room at the moment.
“J’m running this house now, aud
iutend to keep on.”
And keep on she did, in spite
her father’s coaxing and Mrs. Wetn
erbee’a angry scorn. Mistakes there
wore in plenty for a time, but the
same mistake never occurred twice
and it was not long before the far
iner found the change was a far more
valuable one than he had dreamed
it could be.
One night, late in the winter,
father and daughter sat late in the
little sitting-room, the father poring
over his accounts again, and Bella
as quiot as befuro. This time she
wus sewing.
“Well, partner,” said Mr. Truax
at length, ‘things are aot. as bad as
they might be.**
They had talked together on bust
nc83 so often, and lie hud found his
daughter’s practical sense so valua
ble tlmt he hud come to oall her his
little partner. It was a joke at first
but seeing how proud the girl was
of tho word, lie used it often.
“That’s good,” said Bella. “What
do you find?”
“/find that by getting those two
notes extended, I won’t liuvo to
mortgage the farm, and I don’t need
oxer five hundred dollars to start
with this spring, and some of them
that I can get credit for, I won’t
have to borrow more than two Iran-'
dred in cash. I guess 1 can do that,
but I shall have to go to the bunk
to-morrow again.”
“That’s lucky,” said Bella, smil
ing, but feeling a big lump in her
throat tlmt almost choked her.
“Why is it luck?” askod the far
mer, in surprise.
“Becauso,” said Bella, throwing a
piece of paper on the table, and
rushing around to clasp her arms
around her father's neck,” because
you can get this cashed.”
And sheoonldno longer restrain
herself, but sobbed and cried with
pure histories.
‘Why, wha—what’s this?’said the
old man, in the utmost bewilder
ment. ‘What’s the matter? There,
there; do not cry; do not cry. Wby,
my pot, what is it?’
‘Don’t yon see what it is?’ said
Bella, bugging him, and laughing
and crying together.
‘Perhaps I might, if you would let
me look at it,’ said hei futher,
struggling to get free from her ner
vous embrace.
It was a check for two hundred
and fifty dollars, payable to the order
of Miss Bella Truax.
Where on earth did tins come
from?’ said the farmer.
‘From my publishers,’ said Bella,
proudly.
FiOdi wba-ut?’
‘My publishers. You did not
know I hud writteu a novel, did
you? Of course you did not, you
dear old thing. And you did not
know it wasasuocess, did you? And
you did not know 1 had another one
almost done? Are you glad?’
It would take pagos to tell the
conversation that followed. But
when Mr. Truax kissed his daughter
good night, lie said:
*1 never regretted what it cost for
yonr education, Bulla; but it would
not have been worth a hundredth
part as muoh if it had not been
8pcnton a girl tlmt is good enough
to lie worthy of your mothor that is
in lieavon.’
‘What lias changed you so, dar
ling?* said Guy Ruydiond, tenderly,
‘yon loved me onoo.’
*1 am not olmngod,' said Ilullit*
‘I have found ont tlmt I was mis
taken. You tired of me, and only
came baok to woo the authoress, not
tho woman. I novor loved a man
like tlmt. I loved an ideal and I
thought you were tlmt. When I
found you were not, 1 knew I did
not love.
It was a severe blow to Guy Ray
mond's prido, but there was no ap-
peal. He weut away, o.using his
own folly, and so nmdo room for a
better man, and it is oertain that,
shy as he was, Hurry Manning found
out that in time.— David A. Curtis,
in JV. Y. Lodger.
Condensed Wisdom in B.
Be just, but not trust every
one.
Be timely wise, rather than
in time.
Bewaie of bosom sins.
Betray no trust; divulge no so
cret.
Bounty is more commended than
imitated.
Bear your misfortunes with forti
tude.
Be always at leisure to do good.
Business is the salt of life. '
Brevity is the soul of wit.
Belter to live well than long.
Be not too Imsty to outbid ano'.h
her.
Building is a pastime tlmt men
pay dear for.
Be watchful of the geese when
the fox preaches.
Butter a small fish than an empty
dish.
Busineso
lost.
Be uctjva, for idleness is the rust
of the mind.
By doing nothing we learn to do
Remarkable Mortality.
From the Cincinnati Commercial
Within ten months ull tho demo
cratic candidates ofr. the presidency
since the war, with the exception of
Oloveland, have died.
General. McClellan died October 39
1885.
General Hancock died October 10
1886
Horatio Seymour died February 13,
1886.
Samuel Jones Tilden died August
4, 1886.
And Thomas A. Hendricks died
November 35, 1885.
There are two democrats living
who have been candidates for the
vico presienoy—Pendleton and Eng
lish.
neglected is business
ill.
than
Better to slip with tlio foot
the tongue.
Bo very vigilant but never suspi
cious.
Better to do well late than never.
Birds of a foatnor flock together.
Bacchus lias drowned more than
Neptune.
Beggars have no light to be
choosers.
“Bear and forbear” is good philos
ophy.
Be as just to friends as to.
By yonr acts proye your faith.
Believe after trial and judge before
friendship.
Why Vassal* Girl’s Don’ M urry.
Motherhood is beautiful, and a
babe in the house is a wellspring of
; oy. Bgt this dwarfs the mind. At
each advent the mother’s mind goes
back to begin anew with the infant’s.
She loses articulate speech and jabber,
gibberish, to begin with its inar
ticulate language. VVImt an intellect
ual tumble for a Vassar graduate, A
young one in the family gathers to its
inanities the mind of all tho compa
ny, and the visitors go away with a
sense of sinking to intellectual
vacuity. All this is lovely and docs
well enough for the present domostio
“tate of woman; but it is not for the
emancipated, elevated, intellectual
woman that is to come. She is not
to servo as a domestic wollspring of
oy, but as an intellectual ter
ror.-—Cincinnati Commercial.
Columbus Sun: A white man
whoso name wo could not loam wa<
strolling around in the northern pert
of the city yesterday diming to be
God. Ho suid that tho World wus
coming loan end soon and he wanted
to get all of his relativeswho lived
near Dadevlle, Ala to congregate at
once at r church in Hairis comity,
were they will bo free f.om ull dnuagu.
Those who saw tlio ynng man tliitiK
ho is a fit subject for luimtio asylum.
If lie is not insane he cerutiuly lias u
very exalted opinion of himself.
t Mow He Got Hia Nuiue.
Just after the war a oertain man in
this county rented a pu.ee of land
ueai toyvn which had a considerable
urnognt of Bermuda grass on it. At
that time our people knew but little
about this grass, and the renter being
hard up forsomething to live on con
ceived a plan by wliioh to secure meat
for his family. There was a considera
bleuumbor of hogs in townand going
to see tho owners of the swine, he
told them that ho would take their
liugs dowii to his place and fatten
them on Bermuda grass one-half for
the other.This arrngement was mhde
with several parties and quite a num
ber of hogs were secured to bo fatten
ed on halves. When he came to town
lie always reported tlmt the hog*
were getting along finely until lute in
the fall lie killed his hulf of them and
when the original owners of the hogs.
Rilled for a division,ho reported that
something hud got tlio mutter with,
the hogs and their half had ull died,,
and uary hog did one of them get.
Evry since tlmt time lib has dassed by
tho name of “Moody.”—Elberton.
(G.) Gazette.
Small In Indiana.
From the Acton, Ind. Special.
The jam was indescribable. Alter the-
ipening exereies, Mr. Small stopped'
to the front, and, without preliminary
remarks sailod into his difecourso-
whicli has been previously published
in this paper. It caught the congre
gation by storm. It wus just what was
wanted and a few more of the same
kind would kindle an unquenolmble
religious fire. Peoplo wore trans
ported beyond the realms of the real
for the time being and again did the
ground resound with merited ap*
use. The sympathotio part of tlio
narativ edrew tears from hundreds of
eyes, while tho oliinax fell like an
inspiration. “Ainen,, and “Praise
God” were heard on evory hand here
apd iM* feared there will not be
friend* and it he conld stay hero he
wonld do a great work. Ad he closed
lie asked every person in the audienco
who wus in favor of aiding and sus
taining tlio cause of temperance to
Hand and every person stood up. This
evening Mr. Smull preached in Rob
erts Pard church.
Stop My Paper.
Tlio Sun and Banner, of Williams-
jort, says: After you get on your
ear and make up your mind to stop
yonr papej to mako (he editor feel
humilituto l just poke your finger in
to water and then pull it out and
look for the hole. Then you know
how yon are missed. Tho man who
thinks a paper cannot support itself
without his patronage ought to go
off und stay awhile. When he comes
baok he will find half of his friends
won’t know he was gone; the other
half don’t care a cunt, and the world
at large kept no account of his move
ments whatever. You will probably
find something in your hoae paper
you cannot ondorse. Even the Bible
is rather plain aud hits some hurd
licks. If you were to stop your pa-
por and call tlio editor all sorts of
ugly immui, tho pu|Hir would still ho
published. Ami want is more, you
would sneak around uud borrow a
copy of it ovury day.