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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. HAVE YOU TAKEN THE ATLANTA CONSTITUTION FOR 1886? If not. lay this paper down and send for it right now. If you want it 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 to the. Cheapest! Biggest and Best Paper Printed in America! It Las 12 pages chock full of news, gos sip and sketches every week. It prints mere romance than tlie-story papers, more farm-news than the agricultural papers, more fun than the humorous papers—be sides all the news, and Bill Arp's and Betsy Hamilton's Letters, Uncle Remus’s Sketch es) —AMD— —TALMAGE'M SERMONS. C as 2 Ceuta a Week*/ t comes once week—takes a whole week o read itl . You can’t well farm or keep house with out it! Write your name on a postal cord, ad dress it to us, and wc will send you Speci men Copy Frees Address THE CONSTITUTION. THE FARMER’S DAUGHTER A SPEC M hak» l\ tuldiliotud certificates and nil kinds of lurid script bought and scld Large stock and highest prices paid. If you want to sell or buy? If so, write D, A.A.THOMAS, Attorneyat-Law, Wash* ntiin J) (J 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.