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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. ___ mill24, 7m 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. Will negotiate loans on improved farm ing lauds. Feb. 18th, 1885.-Gm. HAVE YOU TAKEN THE ATLANTA CONSTITUTION FOR 1886? If not. lay this paper down and send for U right now. If you want it every day, send for the Daily, which costs $10.00 a yeUr, or $5.00 for six mouths 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 is fho 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 tliau the story papers, more farm-news than the agricultural papers, more fiin than the humorous papers—be sides all the news, and Bill Arp's and Betsy Hamilton’s Letters, Uncle Remus’s Sketch es! —AND— TALMAGE’B SERMONS. O ss 2 Coats a Week/ t comes once week—takes a whole week o read it! You can’t well farm or keep house with out itl Write your name on a postal card, ad dress it to us, aud we will send you Speci men Copy Free! Address THE CONSTITUTION. S£I/E. My whole plantation, containing 210 Acres of lund one Dwelling, two tenamcnt houses, and good Barn and Stables, also good well of water. Terms easy. Apply to < \V. T..Smith, Dublin, Gu. 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,