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VOLUME IX
DUBLIN, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY SEPTEMBER 8. 1886.
NUMBER XI.
Professional Cards.
Dr. . F. WILLIAMS,
XDE3STTXST.
6=^~011ice at 114s Reside ice.cJgS
Simms* Building. First door
below the Court House.
. apr21.’86,ly.
Or, J.P.-HOLMES,
PRACTITIONER,
CONDOR, - - GEORGIA.
C ALLS ATTENDED TO AT ALL
hours. Obsterics a specialty. Olllce
Residence.
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Dr. T. A. WOOD,
ZPx’acrbi'bxoiiD-ei?.,
COOL SPRINGS, GA.
C 'iALLS ATTENDED TO AT ALL
J hours. Obsterics u specialty. Office
Residence.
nich24 ) tf.
Dr. P. M. JOHNSON,
PRACTITIONER,
Lovett, - y'~-j Georgia.
C Balls'attended to at all
J hours, Day and Night.
mcli25 tf.
, ' .j ‘ 1 : .) . ■
Dp. J. L. LINDER,
[stx MIL S NORTH OF DUBLIN,]
OFFERS his services to the public at
large. Calls promptly attended to, clay or
night. Office at residence,
aug 20, ’84 ly.
CHARLES HICKS, Wi. D.,
PRACTITIONER.
PIERRE SALVAKIN’S LUCKY
SHIPWRECK.
Dublin,
Jt-20, ly
Georgia.
DR. C. F.GREEN,
PRACTITIONER.
Dublin, - Georgia.
- "'t ALLS ATTENDED TO AT ALL
VJhours. Obstetrics a specialty. Office
Residence
T. L. GRiftER,
ATTORNEY & COUNSELLOR
AT LAW,
Dublin - Georgia.
may 21 tf.
FELDER & SANDERS,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
Dublin.
Georgia.
Will practice in the courts of the Oco
nee, Ocmulgce and Middle circuits, and
the Supreme court of Georgia, and else
where by special contract.
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ing lauds.
Feb. 18th, 1885.-Gm.
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May 10/86 If. „
Tho good old priest of Canso vil
lage, in Nova Scotia, came out from
his little cottage on the one long
street that makes the principal par
of tho.villuge, early one winter morn
ing, and looked long and au-xiously
out over the icy sea that lay almost
at his feet. Great blocks of ico wero
tossed here and there, and ground
together by the angry waves, that
seemed to grow more fit ious hour
by hour under the fierco northeast
gale that was blowing.
Nothing was to be seen but these
huge cakes of ice, though he gazed
earnestly for full ten minutes, and
even tried to aid his eyes with
small spy-glass, that was, in fact,
poor help, and breathing a heavy
sigh and a short prayer almost at
or.ee, he turned back into his cottage
and busied himself with preparing
his frugal breakfast. Nor did he
feel ashamed when more than one
salt tear fell from his eyes while ho
worked.
Father Canot was not the only
"one who was watching that icy soa
that morning. Looking before he
had come from his door, before tho
dawn had fairly broken, Rose Martin
had walked swiftly and steadily down
the long street to its easterly end,
aud climbing one of the small hills
that break the ground into trouble
some inequality all over the cape
had stood looking us earnestly as the
priest, until, benumbed with the
c »ld, she has been driven home for
shelter.
There was nothing to be seen of
the schooner they looked for. Three
days before, templed by one of the
deceitful spells of pleasant weather
that come in winter, even m Nova
Scoti.i, seven of the best and bravest
of all the fishermen in the village
had gono out for a short trip in
their schooner, La Marsouin. It
was a foolhardy thing to do, for not
even the best fishermen or tho best
boats are. safe in those waters in
January, but luck lmd been against
'.hem in the fall. Bread was scarce
in their huts, for their lived poorly
enough at tlio best of times, and
knowing the risk, they took for the
sake of their wives and little ours.
That is, all but one lmd gone for
their sake. Pierre Savarin had no
wife. Ho was a stalwart man of
twenty-four, who had come to the
village two years before, and had told
little of his history to any ono. He
had no friends, no family, ho said
when ho came over land from tho
great lakes seeking the salt water
from choice, having tired of fresh
water work.
Canso people are not quick to
make friends with strangers, and so,
though the young sailor speedily
found a place to live, he had not
formed any iutimute acquaintances.
Had shown himself, however, to be a
bold aud skillful sailor, and hud no
trouble in finding all the work he
needed. He was too bold, tho other
men said, and scerned to euro noth
ing for dunger; so, when a crew 'was
made up for La Marsouin’s irregu
lar trip in 4he worst season of the
year, it was natural enough, they
thought, that he should apply for a
place.
So it came that Rose Marline was
watching for La Marsouin even
more eagerly than Father Canot.
His tears were for tho women and
children of his flock. Her feats
wore for the young sailor whose
steudy, earnest ways and self-reliant
manhood had won her love before
she realized it. He hud uuver wooed
her, she thought bitterly, though
others hud, but there had been at
times a look in his eye that she
could not have misinterpreted, be
fore which.sho lmd always dropped
her own eyes shyly.
Ho hud not even sought hoi com
pany,}but in going homeward from
the little church on tho hill ho hud
often walked and tul Iced with her.
It seemed only u casual acquaintance,
and tho only romauce there was in
it tho gill lmd hidden, she thought,
in her own heart. None of tho
neigh 3ors had supposed that either
of them had the thoughts of the oth
er, for Rose had kept her secret
well, and Pierre scorned to have no
secret to keep.
The two anxious watchers that
wetfe out so early this winter morn
ing ’Iwero by no means all whoso
hearts wore wrung with anxiety
All day long the villagers were
watching the schooner. They knew
that the pleasaut weather in which
she lmd departed lmd been all too
brief, and that the fierco gale that
had been blowiug for two days was
likely to bo too much for oven tho
seamanship of her picked crew.
Hour after hour passed until
nearly at sunset, as Rose stood on
tho highest hill near the village,
straining her tired eyes with no ro
suit, a voice near her ears said gent
ly-
“I have you at last. I went to
your house, and your mother said
you were out, and lmd. been out
nearly the whole of the day. Wlmt
tempts you out of doors in such
weather.
Turning, she saw David Andrews,
the lmrdy young fellow who drove
the'mail stage from Cano to Auto
tush twice a week in all seasons and
weathers.
Her fuco olmnged. She lmd won
an anxious, almost an agonized ex
pression all day, but when she met
his.eyes her own flashed,, and her
shapely jaw was set in u look of
dogged resistance.
“J am looking to find if I outpace
anything of La Marsouin” she said,
and and added after a slight
pause: “You know my Uncle Jeau
Marline is on board of her.” .
David Andrew’s face darkened,
and was set in even a harder look
than l:or own.
“Yes, but it is not your, uncle
whose fate you are troubled about,”
lie said. “You are thinking of
Pierre.”
“And what if I am?” said the
girl, boldly.
David Andrews staggered us if ho
lmd been struck. His jealousy bad
told him b'efoielmud what to sus
pect, but the plain avowal of tho
IruLh which he road in his sweet
heart’s defiant answer was hard for
him to bear.
“I think you will believe me, las
sie dear,” he said, as soon as he
could recover his self-possession.
when I say tlmt I could bear to see
another man win you, if ho was a
worthy man. But Pierre is not
worthy.”
“You are a dastard when you say
"rt,” said Rose, throwing off all con
straint. The strain of watching and
praying in an agony of suspense had
been too much for her, and she gave
wav at last. “Hois a hero. Wlmt
peril is great enough to frighten
him? It is only a coward that stays
onshore when brave men defy dun-
gor, that will talk about a man be
hind his back. And he’s dead,
dead, dead! And he never knew 1
loved him. And he’ll never oome
back co face the man that belies
him.”
I am no coward, Rose,” said
David Andrews. “Yon know that
well enough. But I cannot ace the
girl Hove givo herself to a thief,
and not lift up a single word.”
He was greatly moved, and he
spoke as the fisher-folk do. with
small regard for rhetoric or careful
expression; but ho spoke from his
heart, and his words were bit-*
tor.
Hose turned white. She knew
that David Nndrows was not u man
to speuk lightly cr falsely.
“A thief?” she gasped.
“Yes, a thief. He wus a sailor on
tho steamer Surveyor, on Luke Su
perior, and left tho steamer, one
afternoon, to curry u package of
letters to the Suult Sto. Murie. On
ly ono man wot with him, and uciili-
fit
er of thorn was over heard of aga
in the Lake Superior region. Ho
had three months’pay due him on
the stoamer, but there was moi
than seven hundred dollars lii the
package.”
“How do you know all this?” iwk
ed Rose.
“Because I have a warrant for his
arrest from the magistrate in Anti
gonish. Yqu know I am a special
officer,” said Andrews gravely. “Ho
Ims been tracked; and if ho comes
to land again, I mils;*arrest him.-”
“It is a base—” began Rose.
Then she burst into a terrible
of sobbing and wailing. Sho knew
David Andrews so well that an aw
ful conviction oaine to her that ho
was speaking tho truth.
It was his strong arm that Blip
ported her as sho went, broken with
sorrow and doubt, to her home.
Meantime, the sailors' on La
Marsouin had been lighting for lifo
A squall lmd struck them, tweivo
miles off the shore, and with a sing
simp tho two masts had been torn
from tho vessel. Their vossel was a
dismantled hulk—hardly better than
a raft.—aud for twelve hours they
had drifto increasing storm, farther
and farther from shore.' It was
tantalizing retreat from the dangor
of the rocky coast, for they lmd
staring them in tho face- the awful
probabilities of a lingering death on
the broad Atlantic. They had little
hope of rescue, for they wero not
likely, at tlmt season, to oucountor
another vossol.
Yet they did tlmt very thing the
morning after they wore disabled,
small coasting steamer, bound from
Halifax to Prince Edward’s Island
sighted the wreck, and the sevon
in on wore all, after a couple hours 1
hard work, safe on board tho steam
or.
As Pierre Savarin was hoisted to
the steamer’s deck, being tho last
man' te leave the schooner, ho
came face to faco with an old com
rudo.
“At last!” lie said, with triumph
n his voice, and astern, determined
look—“at last I have found you,
Aclulle Laronx!”
The man he spoke to shrugged his
shoulders, lie know Pierre Savarin
too well to reply; and Pierre, turn
ing from him contemptuously, ad
dressed tho captain of tho strati
ger.
‘I denounce that man as a thief
and an assassin,’^said he pointing to
Laroux. “He knocked moon the
head in an opon boat, in WhitetHi
Bay, in Lake Superior, and loft mo
for dead, while ho ran off with the
letter-bag of the steamer Surveyor,
on which wo wore both sailors. He
left the on tho shore and started off
through tho woods into Canada.
I hunted for him fora year and then
gave up the search, but I have found
him at last.”
Lacoux would say nothing, and
the captain quickly lmd him in
irons. When the steamer stopped
as it did, at Pictou, the prisoner
was handed over to the local authori
ties, and Savarin, having given
evidence enough to hold him for
trial, was permitted to go with his
comrades to Canso.
“You will Ifave to appear at tho
trial,” said the magistrate, “but as
it will take some time for the requi
sition papers to bo made out, you
can go home in the meantime, and
and will be notified when the time
comes. ”
Piciro thanked him and started
honiewurd with u light heart.
It wus two days later when tho
party arrivod in Canso, for the
travel wus slow along tho coast in
winter, and when thoy came into-
(lie village they brought tho nows
of their own safety. Sorrow gave
way to joy in tho little village, und
tho men wero soon at their own
homes.
All hut Picrro. He walked straight
to old Martino's house, and found
Rose at tho door.
Id *said
Thore was no qtiostion about tho
moauing in his eyes when ho seized
both her hands and led hor into the
little sitting-room, nor could she
hide the joy sue felt in seeing him
again. •
But even while ho was speaking
his first- words,. David Andrews fol
lowed him info tho room, and in a
grave, stern voice, said:
“Piorre Savarin, I arrest you in
tho name of the law.”
“For what?” said Savarin, bold-
, y.
Rose had turned us white ns tnurblo
when Andrews ontored, lint she
clung to Piorre, arid when he. spoke
sho looked up eagerly. Ilis own
look was bo proud and coufidont
that hor own color quickly re
turned. •
“For stealing tho mail bag of
the steamer Surveyor, three years
ago,” said tho other.'
“Piorre laughed.
1 will go with you, of courso,”
lie; “But you have the wrong
mail, I arrested the thief myself
three days ago.”
The other six fishermen corrobora
ted his story bo. amply that Piorre’s
arrest was made nominal, and the
wumuit wus revoked as soon as the
magistrate in Autigouiuh was made
aware of cho facts.
And the next Sunday night Piorre
said:
“t could not ask you for your
love, Rose, while 1 know I was sus
pected of crime. But now—”
And Futhor Canot soon earned a
liberal wedding feo.—David A. Cur■
tie, in N. Y. Ledger.
KEPUSEiTaT THE ALTAR.
What hiight have been quite
uice romantic marriage was nipped
in the bud in this city yesterday by
tho extravagant uco of tho coriteuts
of a whisky bottle.
Among the passengers who came
to tho city on the early trains yostor
day morning wero Win. Plummer of
Potorsburg, and Mrs. Virginia
El wards, . of Now York. ‘Thoy
proceeded to the Crow House where
they took dinner, About 4 o’ clock
Mr. Plummer approached Mr. John
Crow, tho genial clerk of the hotol
and asked hiiii where he could
proouroa 'marriage liconso, stating
that hound Mrs. El wards intended
getting married. Mr. Crow showed
his ohuractorislio accommodation by
going to the court and taking out
a liconso, and rcturnod with ’Squire
Frooniun to perform the ceremony.
In the mentimo tho intended groom
began to grow nervous, and
concluded to “brace up” with the
assistance of a few cocktails. When
the hour for tho coromony arrived,
the party assembled iu the parlor,
and it was discovered that Plummer,
the bridegroom, was drunk.
The prospective bride was not
slow to discover the Qonditfott of her
intended, and alio at once put to
fight any idea of a wedding, when
she walked np to Plummer und in a
resolute voice said:
“I will not marry you whiJo you
are drunk.”
Her remark seemed to bring
Plummer to his senses, and he hung
down his lieud und attempted to
mumble out some reply. Finally the
cocktail enmo to his rescue, and
assuming an unconcerned air ho took
the license, und handing it to Mrs.
Edwards, remarked: “Here is the
license; you hud better take cure of
it, as you may yet noed.it.”
Tho party thou dispersed. It wus
rumored that they would be married
this morniug. but as neither of thorn
was seen the truth of tho rumor was
not know.n Nothing in relation to
t|ie couple could be learned, but
from uppouianccs thoy arc people of
intelligence and refinement.
A Horse With a Memory.
On tho farm of Mr. W. O. Marrow,
in the county of Warwick,’^tliere
lives an old “war-horse” that
seems to yet ron,ember the days
whoti the shot and sholl flow thick
and fasti. The horso was the proper
ty of Major Marrow, son of the above
named gcntleumu, who was an aid
on General Leo’s staff. Tho horse
was in a number of battles, and wus
at the- surrender at Appomattox.
Lute in tho year of 1865 ho was car
ried to tho above farm, ho being at
that time twolvo years of age. Thore
he has remained up to tho present
timo. Sonio fow days ago a boy
with a drum passed by tho house,
and sonio one asked him to beat the
“long roll.” Tho old horse was
quietly grazing fifty yards away. As
soon us the boy commenced to roll
tho drum the old oharger raised his
bond, and then, with cars und tail
oreot and nostrils distendod, he oan-
terod proudly up to the drnmmor,
signifying his appreciation^ by re
pouted neighing, and remained unti
the boy stopped.—Richmond DiB-
paach.
How to Train Boys.
In our school days, when tho
teuohor desired to -flatter or
onoouragoa boy, it was hisoustom to
toll him tlmt- ho might live to be the
President of tho United Sutoa if he
would only bo a good hoy, Wonder if
they keep it going yet? Inasmuch as
there is al ways a superfluity of men
who think thoy are competent to be
President, and in many parts of tho
country there is a painful lack of
mechanical talent, woqln’t it bo a
good plan.to.olpingo the programme.
occasionally,.-and inspiro a boy to be
a good siiootnakor or blaoksmith?
Tell him, “Now, my dear boy, try >
aud he good, obedient, and indus
trious, and porhrips you will riso to
booomo tho»boss carpenter of your
town!” Try it onco.
—If tho conclusions a woman has
readied arc sound, that is all that
concerns us. And that they are very
apt to bo Bound on the praotieul
mutters of domostic life nothing but
prejudice or solf-ooncoit can prevent
us from acknowledging. The
ijiforonoo, therefore, is unavoidable
that the man who thinks it beneath
his dignity to tuico counsel with an
intelligent wife stands in his own
light, and betrays tlmt luck of
judgement which ho tacitly
attributes to her.
—He who is sympathetic Ims his
entranoo into all hearts, and is the
solver of all human problems. To
him is given dominion whore he
thinks to servo; and tho lovo which
he gives without stint, ns without ,
calculation, lie receives back wihorit
moasuro, us without conditions.
A servant who prided herself on
living in n genteel family, being
asking to define tho term, suid:
“Why, thoy keep a carnage, havo
throe or four kinds of wjno and
hover'puy a bill the first time it is
culled for.”
Why is it tout whenever you uro
looking for anythingyou always find
it in tho last place you look? The
rcuion is bnounso you ulwuys stop
looking when you find it.
^Probably the largest city on record
is Henderson, N. G. It was intend
ed to extend tho limits 1,000 yards
in each direction from the depot,
hut tho printer made the bill read
1,000 miles, and the bill passed tho
Logislaturo without tho error being
noticed.
Church Deacon: Have you decided
pot, Mr. Standish, whore you would
like to go for your summer vacation?
Parson .Standish: It Ims been a
vorv irksome your, Mr. Wrenn, ana
-I have thought I would like to get
us far away from my field of labor as
possible.
Church Deacon: That’s just tho
feeling the whole congregation 1ms,
Mr. Standish.
Lees, an Australian prize fighter
of heavy proportions and some
soienco and skill, is expeotoil in the
Stales lo tackle John Sullivan,